Sucking is an instinctive desire that first manifests in the newborn infant. The need for nourishment as well as a form of pleasure is thus accomplished.
Oral satisfaction derived from sucking and linked with sexual intercourse is well known in many European countries. American sexual morals, which often slash at oral sex, have long been considered unsophisticated.
The fifty percent of the women who never achieve orgasm through typical sexual intercourse can often be aroused to orgasm through sucking sensations.
Having learned what delightful erotic sensations are available when the mouth, teeth and tongue are applied to the female genitals, many men have made it a regular part of sexual intercourse foreplay designed to arouse the female to the point where her inhibitions will vanish in a wave of oral-induced passion and lust.
There is also the strong desire on the part of most men to have the penis licked, sucked or "eaten" as it is sometimes called. Oral sex technique might be the technical terminology to apply to various methods of sucking.
Cunnilingus is the name given to the act of applying the mouth to the female genitalia. The mouth applied to the male sexual organs is called the act of fellatio.
Both forms of sexual excitation, long forbidden by Puritan ethics, have suddenly become among the most popular methods of sexual encounter for millions of Americans.
However, when "sucking" becomes the only method of sexual encounter desired, not just a preliminary or an occasional method of reaching orgasm, it then becomes a compulsive need.
It is this "sucking compulsion" we will deal with in this book. Case histories of the compulsive desire to suck on the genitals will be revealed.
One young man came to me with his sex problem. When he related to me what he had experienced I recognized his as one of the most remarkable cases of this "sucking compulsion" pulling at a person's psyche, until it overpowered everything else.
He found it too difficult to relate all that had happened to him during our first meeting. So I suggested an easier way of obtaining his background, the tape recorder. This then is the tape-recorded account of his experience.
"It began in church of all places," he laughed without humor. "One of those sticky, humid days when the air hangs heavy. The old preacher was almost losing his voice going on about the sins of the flesh. My eyes got to wandering and I found a blonde female that turned me on. I glanced up to see the preacher ranting on, his white hair in a flurry, his busy eyebrows knitting in agony as he lashed out against the new morality.
"After church I met a buddy of mine in the lobby.
" 'Dig that, will ya'?' he chuckled.
"Turning around I saw her again. Her thin dress showed most everything and what I couldn't see I easily could imagine.
" 'I'll bet fuckin' her killed old Doc Saunders,' Allen smiled.
" 'What a way to go,' I quipped.
" 'Something funny about her,' Allen continued. 'She just moved into one of Doc's apartments and two weeks later he marries her.'
" 'I can understand that,' I assured him. 'Old Doc was real religious. But he liked pussy just the same. When this sexpot moves in he marries her so he can screw her.'
" 'Makes sense,' Allen grinned.
" 'Can't blame old Doc,' I smiled, 'I'd like to ball her myself.'
" 'Yeahhh ... you're only fifteen.'
" 'I'm sixteen,' I shot back.
"When I got home Dad asked me if I dug the sermon.
" 'Sermons on sex make me horny,' I told him flatly.
" 'Blasphemy,' Mom glared.
"That afternoon I decided to go by Widow Saunder's pad. As I went by the old apartment house I studied it carefully. The front part of the building was old-fashioned; high windows with a cracked cement walk and a wooden porch. Just then I noticed her, driving up. She saw me and our eyes locked.
" 'I'd like to mow your lawns this summer,' I told her, walking over to where she was emerging from the car. For a long moment she didn't speak. Her blue eyes studied me.
" 'Well, since Doc's gone I could use some help,' she said quietly.
" 'I might come in handy,' I continued. 'You got a big place here.'
" 'A lot of work,' she shrugged.
" 'I'm a strong young man,' I smiled.
" 'Come in and we'll talk about it,' she suggested.
"Once in the house she sat down and motioned for me to have a chair.
" 'My name is Gloria Saunders and you are ... '
" 'Bob.'
" 'You could help me a lot,' she smiled. 'With all these places and the lawns ... I just can't do it all by myself.'
" 'I'd like that. See, I'm saving money for college.'
"Studying her was turning me on again. Her beautiful, round breasts pushed the white material in her blouse while her micro-miniskirt showed off her legs to full advantage.
" 'I can teach you a lot of things ... '
" 'Yes,' I chuckled.
" 'About the apartment house business,' she said sternly.
" 'And the massage business? You gonna' give treatments like old Doc did?'
" 'Yes,' she nodded, 'Doc built a good practice. He taught me all he knew.'
" 'Will you massage men?'
" 'Why not?'
"When I told Mom later that afternoon I'd found a summer job she was happy until I told her I was working for Widow Saunders. But she couldn't force me not to work for her so I just let her gripe to her heart's content.
"The next day when I went to work at her place she was up bright and early trimming a hedge.
" 'Hi,' she greeted me.
" 'Hi,' I smiled, taking in her bountiful breasts and short shorts.
"After mowing and watering the lawns, she began complaining.
" 'Oh, my aching back,' she moaned. 'Wish old Doc was here to rub the soreness out.'
" 'I could rub your back,' I said quickly.
" 'You could?' she questioned.
" 'Yes,' I begged.
" 'If you promise not to mention it to anyone. I don't want anybody thinking I'm seducing a minor.'
" 'Dirty-minded people around here,' I shot back. 'Of course I won't tell anybody.'
" 'Good,' she said evenly, walking toward the house. I followed. In the treatment room she quickly stripped. Emerging from behind a screen, she had a carelessly tossed towel barely concealing the outline of her breasts and pussy power zone.
" 'We'll find out how good you are,' she said, hopping on top of the treatment room table.
" 'You tell me what to do.'
" 'Yes, of course,' she said solemnly. 'Press your fingers up and down each side of my spine and rub in small circles.'
"Applying pressure in my fingertips I rubbed.
" 'You're not doing it right,' she insisted.
" 'Damn, I'm sorry.'
" 'If you'd take off your clothes and climb up here I'd show you how it's done.'
"I stripped. Once I was bare my horny old prong popped up and I couldn't do anything about it. I stepped from behind the screen with the towel sticking out where my cock was. She smiled knowingly. I got up on the treatment room table and she began massaging my bare body. Her velvet finger touch turned me on.
" 'Feel good?' she asked huskily, obviously turned on herself.
" 'Yes,' I sighed. Her hands continued gliding over my tightening buttocks. Pulling the towel away completely she proceeded to rub inside my thighs.
" 'Spread your legs,' she whispered.
"I spread them and her fingers touched the underside of my balls. With small strokes inside my inner thighs she was driving me wild. She stroked the backside of my balls. Her fingers felt all around my ass.
" 'Flip over.'
"I turned over slowly. My huge pecker stood up. My body vibrated. She slowly rubbed my chest with oil as her naked boobs bowed to touch me.
" 'You're well developed for sixteen,' she smiled.
"I nodded. She kept roaming around my body with her oil-slick hands. She reached for my old dong and began stroking. Fantastic sensations surged through my legs, tingling to my toes. She began playing with my balls, pulling, squeezing them.
" 'Any little chick ever suck you?'
"I shook my head.
"Bending over, her lips went to the head of my dick. I pushed. She accepted it in her mouth and smoothly sucked on its head. Now I was going out of my gourd.
" 'Suck me,' I whispered.
"Her mouth sucked smoothly as her head bobbed up and down. I never knew sex could be that slick, sliding, and sensational. However, her blow job was teaching me that it could be.
"I'd always thought of ramming it up a chick's pussy. In all my wet dreams I was driving it home up the cute little cunt of some chick I dug. Sucking hadn't appealed to me very much.
" 'Let me shove it up your cunt, baby,' I asked her.
"But shaking her head she continued eating my dick. Guess she was hooked on cock. Clutching the base of my peter, she went to work with that hot mouth.
" 'Ohhhhh, suck it,' I gasped.
"Pulling her mouth off my rod for a moment, she breathed excitedly, 'Be rough to me. I dig brutal men ... I mean ... tell me real mean like to suck your cock off-call me dirty names. I dig that.'
"I shrugged. If that's her bag, that's her bag, I figured. All I knew was it felt great.
" 'Come on and suck it. That's it cocksucker ... eat my prick.'
"This turned her on. She gripped my pecker with newfound fury and sucked on it wildly.
" 'Suck it off, come on, suck it.'
"Her head slid up and down with funny sucking sounds as she ate me.
" 'Ohhhhhh, God,' I groaned ... 'I dig that. Keep sucking. Eat me. Eat my groovy dong. Eat it.'
"The warm velvet of her hot, sliding mouth was bringing me quickly to a climax.
" 'Suck it. Come on, suck, suck, suck it off.'
"She was doing wild things with her tongue and mouth. I rammed it faster. Her head followed my thrusts.
" 'Suck it out. Come on, you dirty cocksucker, suck. Eat me. Eat my dick. Ohhh, baby, that's it. Eat it.'
"Dirty talk turned her on. Her head moved faster as I lunged farther, thrusting my pecker in her till I felt its head touch her throat.
"I was starting to come. Grabbing her head I plunged my pecker faster.
" 'Ohhhhh, baby, I'm coming. Suck it. Eat it. Ohhhh, baby, suck my pecker. Ohhhhh, that's it. That's it.'
"She licked like a hungry tiger, enjoying every drop of cum. Slowly she slid it out, licking the head clean.
" 'Quite a joy-stick you've got between your legs,' she smiled, still gripping my rigid dick.
" 'Glad you liked it. More stuff in there for you too. My balls are on fire, baby.'
"She lay on my stomach, holding my pecker in her hand.
" 'You know I wanted to fuck you?' I asked her.
" 'From the first moment I laid eyes on you,' she replied.
" 'Not sorry, are you?'
"'After a load like that?' she laughed. I stroked her head gently.
" 'Don't tell anybody,' she begged. 'I never screwed a minor before.'
" 'See what you've been missing,' I laughed.
"When I got home I avoided talking about anything connected with working at Mrs. Saunders'. I watched TV and the bad girl got the guy. I applauded and went to sleep.
"The next day I got up late. I'd had so much juice drained outta me from that suck-off I felt real relaxed.
" 'Morning Bob,' she greeted me when I went to her house later in the morning.
" 'Morning, Mrs. Saunders.'
" 'We have a lot of work to do in apartment four,' she explained. 'Are you good at painting?'
" 'Sure am,' I nodded. 'But when did the man move? Didn't you just rent that apartment a couple of days ago?'
" 'Yes, but these drifters don't stay long.'
" 'Did you lose any money on him?'
" 'A little,' she hedged.
"Another young male tenant overheard our conversation and commented bitingly. 'Pity ... he was such a handsome stud.'
" 'I never noticed,' she said tightly.
"The young tenant's eyes locked with hers. He smiled. She didn't.
"
" What about your rent?' she snapped.
" 'What about it?' he grinned.
" 'You're two weeks behind.'
"The dark-skinned young man sarcastically replied, 'Don't worry about the rent. Say, maybe I could have one of your treatments?' He winked.
" 'I'm busy,' she said, anger flashing across her face.
" 'Later will be alright,' he smiled.
"He walked out of the house and I read the scene. Maybe the old bats at the church knew what they were gabbing about.
"Unfortunately Gloria didn't offer me any sex that day or the next day or the one after that. When I was alone in bed the following night I got so hot thinking of her naked body I couldn't sleep. Every time I'd drop off to sleep I'd wake up in a cold sweat, my body shaking in anticipation of screwing her.
"There was nothing to do but slip out of the house. I dressed and slipped out without disturbing Mom.
"Mrs. Saunders had given me a key sometime earlier and now I held it like the most valuable treasure a man could have. I walked down the dark streets until I came to her house. Quietly I walked up the front porch steps and silently unlocked the door and entered. Taking off my shoes I started for her bedroom when I chanced to see the light on in the treatment room. I heard voices. I went to the treatment room, and through the thin curtains that hung before the arched doors I could' see Gloria. She was bare-ass naked on the treatment room table with her face in the pussy of the girl who lived in the front. Betty had her face buried in Gloria's snatch and the two of them were sixty-nining. I reached down to feel my rigid pecker. Pulling it out I began jerking while I watched them eating each other. Some midnight snack. My pecker tingled watching them eat each other's twitching twats.
" 'Suck me,' Gloria gasped excitedly.
"Betty's head bobbed up and down in her pussy.
"I couldn't stand it any longer. I walked in with my cock in my hand.
" 'Oh, my God,' Gloria yelped, 'What in hell are you doing here?'
" 'You gave me a key, sweetheart, thanks.'
" 'Why can't he join the party?' Betty bubbled. 'He's got a big pecker.'
" 'I guess so,' Gloria said. 'Nice eating.'
"I stripped and climbed on the treatment room table with the naked chicks. Gloria straddled me, pointing her tasty blonde pussy in front of my hungry mouth. On all fours, with her pussy facing my mouth, she bent over to eat my dick.
" 'Betty, baby, you can suck his ass out while I suck his cock.'
" 'Groovy,' she giggled.
"I pulled Gloria's ass down so I could lick her cunt. She began nibbling on my pecker and I thought I'd go crazy when Betty's hot tongue glided up my ass. Dipping my tongue in Gloria's pretty moist mound made our sex circus complete. We tried to keep the same tempo, the tongue lashing up my asshole, the mouth sliding up and down my pecker and my tongue dipping inside Gloria's pussy.
"We were on a wild sex ride! I got so turned on I was lifting my asshole up for Betty's plunging tongue. Ramming my pecker down Gloria's throat, I kept my tongue action going on Gloria's warm cunt.
"I could tell Gloria was really getting her jollies eating my dong. Betty's tremendous tongue lashed around my ass in between tongue-stabbing thrusts up the asshole. Eating pussy with a hot box like Gloria was too much.
" 'Ohhhhh, man, that's beautiful,' I groaned. 'Keep sucking on my cock-let it slide way in and way out. I dig that. And stick your tongue way up my ass.'
"My tongue flipped back to lick on Gloria's clit. Bathing her box with my lapping tongue was driving her wild. The way Betty was lashing my ass with her tongue and tugging on my balls, she had to be the best ass-sucker there was.
" 'Brace yourself, baby,' I told Gloria, ' 'cause I'm going to shoot in a minute.'
"Jabbing my joy-stick farther down her throat I unloaded my rocks in her mouth in one flashing jet of cum.
"Betty kept on sucking my ass while Gloria ate me. She came too and I lapped eagerly away to lick her juices.
" 'Ohhhhhh, baby, keep sucking it,' I gasped between licks. She gushed in my mouth. She tasted delicious.
"Beautiful ... ohhhhh, that's beautiful, suck it off. Suck it,' I gasped.
"I shot my load and she sucked it in. It felt fantastic to feel her sucking mouth on my shooting pecker.
" 'Gimme a taste of his cum,' Betty begged, pulling her tongue out of my ass.
"Gloria gulped. 'Next time round, luv.'
"I sucked on Gloria's cunt as she gushed in my mouth. Now Betty was trading places with Gloria over my prong. She licked its length and then tickled my nuts with her tongue.
"Betty's mouth slipped over the crown of my cock and she slowly began sucking on it.
" 'Mmmmmmmmm, good,' Gloria chuckled.
"Betty had her own technique and it was beautiful. Her tongue whipped around the head of my rod and for a second slid down the slit. She took the whole thing in, inch by inch, slowly. I thrust. She gulped and my pecker hit the back of her throat.
" 'Suck it off,' I commanded. She began going up and down on my dick the way a real pro dick-licker does. Jabbing to the right, she followed my cock.
" 'Keep sucking.'
"Twisting my ass in all directions, she gripped me so she could hold on.
" 'Suck me,' I groaned. 'Ohh, baby suck it off.'
"She moved her mouth faster over my prick.
" 'That's it,' I gasped, thrusting farther down her throat. 'Ohhhhhh baby, I'm there ... Eat it.'
"She sucked my cum as I shot her a good load. When I stopped shooting I pulled my pecker out of her mouth and she slapped me playfully on the butt.
"I hastily excused myself and cut out for home. I didn't want my Mom to discover I'd slipped out of the house.
"Next morning at breakfast Mom told me my older brother Dale was due home from Viet Nam. She showed me a picture he'd sent her. He did look grown up. It would be great to see him again.
"Later in the day I was working at Mrs. Saunders' apartment house and in she walked wearing a pair of white short shorts. My cock got a hard-on. Pushing it to the side of my pants I tried to continue working.
"'Why did you do that?' she asked innocently.
" 'Do what?'
" 'Hide your hard-on,' she laughed. We both broke up laughing. 'Let me see it.'
"Pulling out my dick I saw her eyes glisten.
" 'Let it all hang out,' she panted.
" 'The balls too?'
" 'Yes,' she nodded.
"Pulling my pecker out I let my balls hang out for her to see.
" 'Why don't you strip?' she demanded.
" 'Why don't you?'
" 'Sure,' she smiled, starting to undress. I took off all my clothes and stood there bare-assed naked. Watching her take off her clothes was turning me on.
" 'What a body,' she smiled. My pecker was hard as rock. Her soft, round boobs were sending all kinds of messages through my body.
"When she was completely naked I walked over to her and put my arms around her. We locked in a tight, French kiss. My cock was pushing against her pussy.
" 'Why don't you and I take a nice warm shower first?' she whispered. We got in the shower and soon she was soaping me all over. She was jerking me off with soap and the sensation on my penis was different. I dug it.
"When we dried off and got on the treatment room table she told me, 'Let me massage you.'
"Running her smooth hands all around my back she began playing with my asshole. She spread it with her fingers and shoved one finger gently up. She bent over resting her wonderful breasts on my buttocks. It turned me on. I shoved my ass up to her face. She licked my buttocks. My ass heaved to her embrace. Her breasts colliding with my buttocks sent new thrills surging through my body. Her tongue slipped into my ass and I thought I'd unload my rocks when she began licking.
" 'Get up on your knees,' she insisted.
" 'Why?'
" 'So I can rim your ass,' she explained.
"I got on my knees, arching my ass for her. She turned on a light. 'Watch in the mirror. You'll love watching me eat your ass out.'
" 'I want you to eat my cock,' I complained.
" 'First this,' she laughed. Glancing in the mirror I watched her bend over, placing her face between my ass-cheeks. Spreading my ass slowly, she suddenly began darting her hot tongue all around it. Her tongue plunged right up my ass. Sliding it back and forth I got so hot I had to fuck off.
" 'Come on and suck my prick.'
"She continued licking at my ass.
" 'Suck it off,' I demanded.
"Her tongue pulled out of my ass and I flipped over on my back. She got on my cock fast, her mouth taking in every inch. Pulling her head toward me I thrust my pecker down her throat.
" 'Suck it off,' I panted. Her mouth went to work on my pecker and she shoved a finger up my ass. This double sensation excited me.
" 'Beautiful, baby. I dig that finger up my ass ... keep that sucking going ... ohhhhh, baby, that's cool.
"If there was one thing Gloria did know, it was how to suck a cock. Her tongue would whip lightly around the crown or she'd let her mouth slide down the rod and engulf the whole damned prick.
"I dug the way her tongue could whip around the head of my cock as her finger slipped in and out of my asshole. I was enjoying it so much I slowed my thrust, trying not to cut loose with my sperm-load. She was glued to my dick and was guiding my ass with her finger. I shoved it down her throat and went off.
" 'Ohhhhhhh, baby, suck it off, eat it up ... gobble it down ... oh, that's it you dirty cocksucker, suck.'
"She ate me greedily. Once she'd drained me the suck sensation tickled unpleasantly. I pulled back. She let me slip my prick out of her mouth.
"Getting up, she walked over to the sink and rinsed out her mouth.
"
" That was a beautiful suck,' I told her. I lay back and relaxed.
" 'Why don't you relax, go to sleep if you want to,' she suggested quietly.
"I nodded, lay back and rested until I realized her hands were roaming around my body again, playing with my balls. I glanced down to see my pecker standing straight up.
" 'I like your balls,' she whispered.
" 'Suck them too.'
"She licked on one nut and then sucked it in her mouth and smoothly licked it with her tongue. She did the same thing with the other nut. When she was finished licking she began eating my ass out again. I spread for her so she could get good tongue-thrusts. Slipping a pillow under my ass she got good aim and sucked.
"Again her mouth found my pecker and she was licking away at its crown. Watching her head bob up and down as she licked all over my cock I couldn't help comment, 'You dig sucking cock, don't you?'
"She smiled but went on licking on my dick.
"I was getting hot to trot so I told her, 'Slip your hot mouth around it and blow me.'
"She took it all in and began sucking.
" 'Ohhhhh, that's beautiful,' I groaned. 'Suck that cock. Go after the juice, baby. Ohhh, that's it. Suck on it.'
"Her wild, frantic sucking movement made me lift my ass up and clutch her head hard as I gave it to her.
" 'Suck, suck, suck the cock,' I demanded. 'Ohhhhh, play with my balls while you're eating me.'
"Her fingers went to my nuts as she pulled on them. 'Suck, suck, suck, you dirty cocksucker, suck. Eat that stuff. You like sperm, don't you? Eat it. It's nice and hot. Now, eat it.'
"She eagerly ate me.
"I was ready to shoot my wad again. 'That's it. Keep sucking. I'm coming. Ohhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, suck, suck it out. Eat it. Eat it up.'
"She gulped the hot juices as I unloaded my rod in her sucking mouth. She cleaned it off.
" 'You've got a beautiful cock,' she grinned as she let it slide out of her mouth.
" 'You've got a real hot mouth,' I congratulated her.
" 'When am I going to suck you again?' she managed to smile.
" 'God, you're hot for it, aren't you?'
" 'Yes,' she grinned, 'I dig sweet dick and baby when you shoot me your load, it's sweet and creamy.'
" 'Tomorrow,' I told her. 'Tomorrow.'
"That night I realized I had a compulsive cocksucker to contend with. I liked her blowing me and all that, but, she was draining me. How much sucking can one guy take?
"Next day she couldn't wait to get me stripped and eat my prick. She reached down, unzipped me and pulled it out.
" 'Doesn't this thing ever go down?' she laughed.
"Her stroking movements made it more rigid.
" 'When am I going to fuck your pussy?'
" 'I told you I like sucking.'
"She got on her knees and kissed the head of it. My body vibrated. Her mouth went over the head of it and again I was ready to ram it down her throat.
" 'Let's undress,' I suggested.
"She pulled away for a minute, allowing me to get out of my clothes and lie on her massage table. Pressing my hands over her head I let her slide her mouth down over my cock. I was panting for her to suck me off now. I desperately desired her hot mouth to devour me. My vibrating body churned as I rammed it to her. She nibbled away at my dick with eager passion while I pumped it to her. Her untamed suck was driving me wild.
" 'Oh, baby, suck it off. Eat me. Eat my dick,' I commanded as sensual passion mounted in me.
"She used her hands to grasp my buttocks. Stroking me, gripping my ass, she guided her mouth hungrily over my jabber.
" 'Suck, suck it off, you dirty cocksucker, suck.' Again the dirty talk turned her into a sucking sex animal.
" 'Keep it up. Eat it,' I gasped, shoving my pecker to the back of her throat. Clutching her firmly, I erupted in her mouth. My fingers ground through her head as I cried out, 'OOooooo, ahhhhh, God, suck, suck it.'
"Pumping it down her throat gave me the wonderful feeling of male domination. I vibrated to her subservient position as a cock eater.
" 'Lick it all out, drain my nuts, you dirty, filthy cocksucker,' I laughed as my ass churned around, jabbing my pecker all directions. Her anxious mouth followed my cock-thrusts as she finished eating me up.
" 'Best cock you ever gave me,' she informed me when I'd finished.
" 'I'm glad you like my peter,' I assured her.
" 'You were a virgin when I first ate you,' she smiled, 'weren't you?'
"Her fingers played with my relaxed penis as she softly massaged my prostate and teased my balls.
"I didn't answer.
" 'When can I suck you again?' she demanded.
"I didn't reply right off. Was she a compulsive cocksucker? I'd fucked her a hell of a lot. Hadn't I fed her enough sperm?
" 'In a day or two,' I casually replied.
" 'You won't ever tell anybody about us, will you?' she asked edgily.
" 'No,' I assured her. 'Not as long as you keep having sex with me.'
"'Blackmail!' she giggled. 'Say, did I tell you Betty moved to New York. I'm glad she's gone too.'
" 'I dug her.'
" 'I know,' she laughed. 'That's why I'm glad she left. You don't blame me for evicting her, do you?'
" 'No,' I answered, becoming aware as to just how deep I was in this thing.
" 'But it is important you keep it quiet. You know what your folks and the people in this town would think about me if they knew.'
" 'I know.'
" 'You don't hate me,' she paused. 'Do you?'
" 'Hate you?' I asked. 'How could I?' I was happy feeling the glow of satisfaction surge through me. 'No, I don't hate you. I enjoy you. When you do your thing, my cock digs it too and we both thank you.'
" 'I don't think anything is dirty about the body,' she protested. 'Some people talk about cocksucking like it was something filthy. I don't see it that way at all. I see every inch of the body as beautiful. So did Doc'
" 'But you and I are a little different in age,' I reminded her.
"She looked at me steadily for a long moment. 'Age is simply a state of mind. That's what Doc told me when he proposed to me. The difference between Doc's age and mine is twice the difference between your age and mine. Age is all in the mind. I feel as young as any teen-age girl. I'm only thirty-one.'
" 'And I'm sixteen,' I smiled.
" 'Look at me, Bob. I don't look thirty-one, do I? I've taken real good care of my body.'
" 'You sure have,' I nodded. 'And you have somebody to take care of, too.'
"Smiling appreciatively her eyes glanced down at her jutting breasts. 'See, they don't sag at all. They're just as firm and beautiful as any young chick your age.'
"I studied her beautiful breasts. They were magnificently firm. I was amazed how totally beautiful her body was.
"What about your box?' I asked.
" 'Honey,' she said sadly, 'old Doc was impotent. He'd been quite a lover in his time. But he couldn't get a hard-on for the life of him anymore. So he had to go down on me.'
" 'I see,' I grinned.
" 'Do you want to go down on me?' she asked.
" 'If you wouldn't mind ... I'd love it.'
" 'Go down, baby.'
"She spread her legs invitingly. Through her brief panties I saw her moist waiting mound. Pulling her panties off I stared at her waiting pussy looking innocently up at me. I went down her wonderful body to her beautiful box. Burning desire flashed through me. My cock lit and lengthened. My mouth watered for one taste of her. I began licking her pussy. She held my head there. I shoved my face right into her box. She loved it. My tongue darted in and out. I tongue-fucked her pussy as passionate desire overcame me. We were really fucking. I loved to suck-fuck her.
"Gripping her ass tight, she fucked back good. Back and forth she pushed her hips. I held on tight. My tongue lashing away all the time at her love button. She tasted delicious. She was starting to come. She gave a final shove. She came. I ate her up as she twisted her ass about. I had to hold her down to get it all.
" 'That's beautiful, beautiful,' she gasped in ecstasy. 'I really love you, Bob. You know just how to suck me.'
"I kept on eating her all the time. What a nice warm meal she served between those luscious legs. What in hell difference did it make if I was sixteen and she was thirty-one? We both needed sex.
" 'You know what I wish I had now?' she asked, looking off dreamily.
" 'What?'
" 'I wish I had some more cocks to suck on,' she laughed.
" 'You do dig cock, don't you?'
" 'Yes, yes I do,' she nodded. 'I like to suck cock. Don't you think I give a pretty good blow-job?'
" 'Tremendous.'
" 'You mentioned your older brother Dale,' she asked slyly. 'Didn't you say he was coming home on leave?'
" 'You mean you want to blow him?'
" 'I bet he's got a big prick just like you.'
" 'Sure, he's well hung. He's well hung. He's coming home this weekend.'
" 'I've got a great idea. Find out if he'd like to have sex with me and we can have a three-way.'
"I gulped. 'Dear God. He was brought up in church like me. I don't know if he'd dig anything that far out.'
"'Find out.'
" 'Okay!' I told her. 'How do I put it to him? Do I say, "Hey big brother, how'd you like young chick Saunders to blow you?" '
" 'He won't be shocked. But don't mention my name before you check his reaction. If he says he wants some action, bring him here.'
" 'He's done it, don't you worry,' she smiled knowingly.
" 'You really think so?'
" 'Sure, you bet your sweet ass he has. Army men want fast fucks. Blow-jobs let them unload their cocks without the trip to the motel. Unzip and fuck.'
" 'Okay,' I agreed. 'I'll find out.'
" 'Perhaps,' she suggested quietly, 'the best way to find out is to lead up to it by telling him about my good massage.'
" 'Not a bad idea.'
"I showered, dressed and went home. I knew the folks would get to wondering why I was spending so damned long at Widow Saunders'. Mom was up, waiting for me.
" 'You're working too many hours,' she said tightly.
" 'I'm sorry, Mom. I had dinner already. Sorry you waited up for me.'
" 'I must talk to you,' she said sternly. I had to listen. 'I've heard some bad things about that woman. I hear she lets one of her young male tenants live rent-free.'
" 'So she's generous.'
" 'That's not why she lets him stay there,' Mom snapped. I refused to talk about it and went to bed.
"My brother Dale came home that weekend. He looked great in his Army uniform. The Army had slimmed him down and he seemed healthy, happier than ever before. As we walked out of church on Sunday there was Widow Saunders standing outside in her skin-tight white dress. She saw us. Dale saw her.
" 'She's looking at us,' he grinned.
" 'She's the woman I've been working for.'
" 'Nice,' he nodded. 'Introduce me.'
"Mom flushed with anger. She feigned shortness of breath to conceal rage, asking us to get her home instantly.
"Later Sunday evening when we could cut out, Dale and I walked downtown and got to talking.
" 'What do you think of her?' I asked him.
" 'Her?'
" 'You know, that blonde chick I wanted to introduce you to at church.'
" 'Ohhhh, her,' he winked. 'Good stuff.'
" 'I like her.'
" 'You mean you'd like to fuck her,' he chuckled. 'Hell, if they knew down at church how many cunts I've laid they'd throw me out.'
" 'What if I told you I've fucked her.'
" 'Wouldn't surprise me. I could tell that she's got the hots for you. You got a big rod for a kid your age.'
"Neither of us said anything for awhile. Then he asked, 'Was she a good piece of ass?'
" 'You bet she was.'
" 'Did she blow you?' he asked.
" 'You got E.S.P.?'
" 'I don't need it to figure her out. She's got a reputation around town for sucking cock. I knew a kid who lived there and she didn't charge him rent if he'd let her blow him.'
"I didn't know what to say.
" 'Look kid,' he laughed. 'I've had it all. I've had them eat me, screwed up the cunt, up the ass and I even fucked one whore up the armpits.'
" 'Ever eat pussy?'
" 'No. Widow Saunders ask you to eat her?'
" 'Yes. Nothing funny about eating pussy. It's good.'
" 'I couldn't bring myself to eating any cunt,' he smiled. 'Fish market never appealed to me.'
" 'She keeps her snatch clean.'
" 'For your sake, I hope so,' he laughed.
" 'Tell me how she got you turned on.'
" 'One day she suggested I have one of her massages. I stripped and got on her treatment room table and she worked me over.'
" 'And then?'
" 'She massaged my ass and then asked me to flip over. She got a load of my big prick and went down on me.'
" 'Sounds like you've been having a ball right here at home,' he laughed. 'What else you do with her?'
" 'One time she made me kneel and raise my old asshole up to meet her mouth. She got down there and licked and sucked my ass out.'
" 'You're turning me on talking about it. Think maybe you could get her to suck my ass out? Nobody ever ate my ass before.'
" 'Oh, she's got a great mouth,' I assured him. 'After she sucks your ass out she goes down on you. I love the way her big tits press down on me. Feels fabulous. And when she licks the dick she drives me out of my gourd.'
" 'You've got to introduce me to this wild woman,' Dale insisted. 'I'm so horny now I feel like pulling my peter out and giving it a good hand-job.'
" 'Wait,' I told him. 'She can do it better.'
" 'Maybe we could have a three-way fuck,' he laughed.
" 'Let's walk by her place tonight.'
"Eagerly he nodded. 'Let's do!'
"We walked over to her place and pressed the buzzer. She came to the door and smiled. 'Well, good evening.'
" 'I want you to meet my brother Dale,' I began.
" 'Oh, I'm so glad to meet you,' she said, opening the door quickly and pumping his hand enthusiastically.
" 'I've heard a lot about you,' he grinned knowingly.
" 'Hope it was all good,' she smiled. 'Could I get you something to drink?'
" 'Yeah,' he nodded. 'Bourbon and Seven.'
" 'What about me?'
" 'You're too young,' she insisted, pouring drinks for Dale and herself. 'You can have a coke.'
" 'I'm glad you don't want to start my kid brother in any bad habits,' he thanked her.
" 'Oh, thank you,' she said tightly.
" 'I'm glad I'm back,' he said quickly.
" 'I am too,' she smiled.
" 'My kid brother's been telling me about your massages,' he smiled knowingly and she picked it up.
" 'Oh, yes,' she laughed, 'I give a scientific massage. Would you like one?'
" 'I'm overdue for a good massage,' he said sexily.
" 'I'm ready when you are,' she replied huskily.
"She led him quickly through the heavy curtains that concealed her massage room from the large, ornate living room. I joined them.
" 'We better close these doors,' she said softly.
" 'And lock them,' Dale added.
"Dale quickly undressed. I stripped swiftly too as I was horny as hell. Gloria slowly, teasingly undressed. When she stood naked before us both our cocks jumped straight up.
" 'Better take a shower first,' she advised.
"Dale went into the shower first and really soaped his body all over. I was next and then she took her shower.
" 'Get up on the massage table,' she said, when we were all dried off.
"Dale lay on his stomach, spreading his ass appropriately so she could massage him easily. Pouring a small amount of oil on his back, she began working down to his ass. Her hands glided gracefully over his strong, supple body. She reached over the firm globes of his buttocks, his ass shivered in sexy anticipation. Her hands rubbed all around him. She put her hands between his crack.
"Her excited hands knew just what movements to make to get Dale turned on. Watching her I couldn't help smiling to myself.
" 'Gloria?' he asked quietly.
" 'Yes,' she replied softly.
" 'Kiss my ass sweetheart.'
" 'Oh no,' she chuckled.
" 'Come on, baby, kiss my ass.'
"She paused. She bent over and kissed his buttocks gently. He arched his ass up. She lowered her titties to touch his buttocks and they pressed against each other tightly.
" 'Now, suck my ass for me,' he begged.
"She still refused. He insisted, 'Suck it, baby.' She buried her face between his ass-cheeks and began kissing the sides of his ass, pushing her tongue up his asshole. He watched in the mirror while she sucked.
" 'I dig that tongue-action,' he panted.
"Raising his ass up higher, she parted his cheeks farther until she could get her tongue in there and fuck him.
" 'Ohhhhhh, that's nice. You're a good ass-sucker. Suck it. Use it. Use that tongue. Oh, fuck it.'
"She kept this up till he was so hard I thought he might shoot his load. Rolling over quickly he said, 'Baby, let's get Bob in the act too. We can have a sucking orgy.'
" 'Okay,' she grinned. 'One more drink, though. Do you want another?'
"He nodded. When they finished their drinks we continued the fuck-suck session.
" 'Gloria, you get on your back and spread your legs.'
"She did as Dale told her. Dale mounted her, straddling her chest. He rested his knees and lowered his ass till he was sitting lightly on her big breasts, with his pecker sticking out to her lips.
" 'I'll feed you my cock,' he laughed. 'Go slow cause I want to make it last. Suck easy.'
"Turning to me, he smiled, 'This is the way we do it in the service. Two guys screwing one broad. You can eat her pussy while she licks my dick ... okay?'
" 'Okay.'
"I got my head down between her legs and began tonguing her erect clit. My tongue licked its length. She twisted. I could watch Dale's ass glide smoothly back and forth over her juicy breasts as he fed her dick.
" 'Suck me,' he demanded. 'Suck my prick.'
"She sucked on him, reaching around to feel his buttocks and guide his thrust. My tongue flew faster in and out of her pussy. As she sucked faster Dale's ass shot back and forth quicker.
" 'Eat it,' he gasped. 'Eat my dirty prick. Eat it. That's it cocksucker ... eat it.'
"Her mouth slid back and forth the length of his rod. She gobbled it down and let him pull it out. He guided her by holding her head tightly.
" 'Suck it. Suck my cock. Come on ... suck it off.' She kept on sucking.
"She was thrusting her cunt up to meet my tongue-thrusts. Dipping deep in her pussy I fucked her good, lashing away until she gushed. Her delicious hot cum splashed on my tongue and I lapped it all up.
" 'Ohhhhhhh, baby, sucker ... suck it, suck it off,' Dale groaned. 'Suck my cock. Beautiful. Keep it up. Oh, eat it. Eat my jazz, baby ... eat my cum. You like that sticky stuff, don't you, doll. Eat it.'
"I saw him pumping it to her without mercy as he shot his wad down her hungry throat. When she'd finished eating him, he pulled his pecker out and turned around to meet my gaze.
" 'How's that for fucking?'
" 'Beautiful,' I said, licking her pussy lips. 'She's a good suck.'
"When Dale got off the treatment room table he tapped her pussy. 'Great suck. You really give a fabulous blow job.'
" 'Who's gonna suck me?' I demanded.
" 'It sure as hell ain't gonna be me,' Dale laughed. 'Gloria will eat your prick, won't you cocksucker?'
" 'You bet your sweet ass,' she giggled as I mounted her. She pulled my peter to her mouth and tongue-whipped it for a couple minutes and then took the warm head into her hot mouth and worked it over.
" 'Ohhhh, that's nice,' I told her excitedly. 'Keep it up. Suck it off.'
I watched her mouth slide back and forth on my rod. Gripping her head the way Dale had done it, I shoved it to her fucking face.
"Suck it," I demanded. "Suck it off."
Arching my ass for better thrust, I rammed it down her throat. She gagged but went on eating me. I was really enjoying this blow-job. Eagerly I crammed my cock down her.
She gripped my buttocks, guiding my ass while I went on pumping it to her.
"Fuck it, ohhhh, baby, fuck it ... Faster, faster ... ohhhh, I'm coming. Eat it. Eat it all up. Ohhhhhhhh, that's it. That's it."
She gulped down my cum eagerly as I shot my balls in her mouth.
Dale and I went home that night and he had a long talk with me.
"Why don't you date other chicks?" he demanded.
"Why should I?"
"Because it's not healthy for a kid your age to be making it all the time with a woman her age," he insisted.
"Sure, you can say that 'cause you've got women you can get anytime you want to fuck. I'm sixteen and horny and I can't get screws like that."
"You're going to get caught in her web. Mark my words, she'll get you hooked on eating her pussy and you having her suck you off and that'll be all you want out of sex."
"So what?" I argued.
Dale was right and I hated to admit it then. I had to later. For five years Gloria and I had sex. She never liked to have me screw her. She only dug the pussy-eating action and eating my dick. Well, I got married and wouldn't you know it, that was still the only thing I enjoyed.
If my wife dug sex like Gloria, it might have been alright. Trouble is, she didn't. She wouldn't suck me off and she didn't like me poking my tongue in her pussy. It was hell. Gloria didn't give a damn. She told me I'd made my own bed and I had to lie in it. She was bitter. She'd wanted me to marry her when I turned eighteen and I refused. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Anyway, I'm all confused. I love my wife and I wish I could enjoy normal sexual relations with her. But I can't. I'm bored poking my pecker up her pussy and she thinks I'm some kind of sex fiend.
SUMMARY
Robert's dilemma is not uncommon. Very often young boys are seduced into sexual activity by an older woman who has her own particular sex hang-up.
The impressionable youngster will do just about anything demanded to obtain sexual release and gratification. Often as not, the "compulsive sucking" hang-up is one that finds release when a woman, who is oral-sex orientated, finds a young boy's penis a prize sexual object. She will give him, what he then feels to be, total sexual gratification. Likewise, she will often insist on her own genital zone being licked and sucked.
If the period during which this form of sexual expression is extended, while normal sex relations are persistently denied, the normal sex pattern is suppressed. Usually a form of conditioned-sex response is forged in the mind of the participant. In this case we have a woman who for one reason or another was concerned only with oral sex. Her "sucking-compulsion" drove her to seek "oral-sex" outlets with both male and female tenants, pickups and young boys. The young man who was victimized by her assault on his early sex life could change his pattern through hypnosis, through clinical experimentation and a total desire to rid himself of his limited sexual expression. By enlarging the scope of his sexual expression he would become capable of satisfying his wife or any other sex partner with normal sex contact as well as variant-sex techniques.
It is understood the variant-sex practices are harmless. It is only when these practices become the only method by which a person expresses sexuality that trouble arises. For at this point it has become an unhealthy compulsion.
Chapter Two
It is easy to understand why a person does what he does when we know his past history. The incidents which color his conduct are strung together and the emotional links are exposed that form a chain-of-conduct This is especially true in the second case history of a beautiful, young woman who had developed a "sucking compulsion".
Children usually begin to achieve sexual maturity in their teens. These changes are accompanied by sexual feelings which often upset the adolescent. Usually, as a child, he could trust his physical, feelings as the body demanded. However, when adolescent sexual urges hit him he finds himself caught up in a web of strong sensual desire, but chained to the rules of the adult society governing adolescent sexuality.
Confusion and frustration set in when his parents often refuse to offer him a guideline to establishing his sexual identity. Propelled by all the sex propaganda in our sex-satiated society he is driven to express himself sexually at his first possible chance.
When there is so much hypocrisy and contradiction concerning an acceptable moral standard for youth sex he is often forced to find his own answers and often this involves sexual outlets that are not satisfactory.
Joyce was in the fifth grade when a man approached her on the way home from school. The man had been drinking and came at her, frightening her so greatly she ran into an alley. He pursued her. When she was cornered he proceeded to unzip his pants and take out his penis. She was petrified with fear. He held it out and told her to suck it. He lit a match before her eyes. With fear flashing through her she finally consented to suck on him.
He held her head firmly until he had unloaded his hot sperm in her young mouth. She collapsed and the man ran away. When some school mates found her she was hysterical.
Her parents managed to get her to reveal all that had happened but they were unable to locate the molester who had tortured her young mind.
Her parents warned her about going near strange men and through their own anger planted in her a fear of all men.
When she began developing physically she had a fully endowed sexual appeal at fifteen. Her 36-24-36 measurements caught the eyes of the boys who couldn't help notice her. All this was normal, but, Joyce had never been able to erase her single fellatio encounter as a child. Now she was possessed with an obsession to look at the male genitals.
A neighbor who lived next door became the object of her fascination. Harry had kidded with her a lot about sex and she played shy and hard-to-get. But he'd turned her on and she was anxious to see his genitals and do for him what she'd done for that drunken molester in the dark alley so many years before.
One night she looked across her bedroom window and upstairs she could see Harry undressing. Watching him in fascination she wished for the moment when he'd strip bare naked so she could see his penis. She explained it this way:
I don't understand it myself. But I was hung-up on the male genitals. I had to see the penis again. Perhaps it was some dark memory lurking in the corner of my mind from that horrible first encounter. I don't know. But I did want to see Harry's penis so much.
Finally he pulled off his shorts and I saw his peter hanging there. I wanted to suck him right then and there. It drove me out of my mind. Night after night I began watching for him to undress. When he'd sleep in his shorts I was disappointed because I couldn't look at his cock.
One day I thought of a way to make contact.
"Harry," I called out, when he was starting off for school. "Wait up for me."
I was glad he smiled at me. "Sure, come on."
As we walked to school I suggested we might do our homework together. He scratched his head, kind of surprised I'd suggest we get together. He wasn't real handsome or anything but he did have a big prick and that was what was pulling me to him.
This worked alright until we went to the drive-in show together. When he tried kissing me my hand reached down for his prick. I felt him pull away. I guess I scared him. I pressed my lips tighter to his and slipped my tongue in his mouth and began Frenching. This got him so hot he let me put my hand back on his cock and he moved closer. Slowly I unzipped him and pulled it out. I stroked it and instantly he was rigid. When I got him nice and hard I pulled my mouth away from his and bent over his cock. He didn't protest. I licked the head of it softly and then slowly inched it inside my mouth. I licked with swift up and down movements. I knew he'd beg for it before long. Sure enough he was panting for it.
"Oh, do it to me," he begged. "Do it. Do it." I slipped my mouth over his cock and began sucking him off.
"Suck me ... oh, suck me," he groaned. I was really enjoying myself. Memories of that first cock I sucked flashed before me. I wanted his hot cream.
Harry kept pushing it in and finally he shot me his load. I loved the delicious salty taste of it. In my excitement I pulled out his balls and licked on them too. He was really turned on. He pulled me up to him again and kissed me over and over.
"I love you. I love you," he whimpered.
You know I think he meant it. I really do. And at that time I think I was in love with Harry.
"Will you suck me off again?" he begged.
I went back to his prick and it was still rigid, hard, anxious. Bending over I put my mouth over his cock and sucked eagerly.
"Suck it, suck it, suck it off," he begged. Again I went up and down, letting him thrust his penis to the back of my throat. For a moment I thought I'd gag on his cock but I dug it. My pussy tickled. I reached down and began diddling. He saw me. He pushed my hand aside, and slipped his hand inside my pussy and diddled me with his finger. I loved it. I sucked faster on his prick and he shot his load again. This time his cum wasn't as thick as the first time but he still had plenty of hot jissum in his balls. His hand action on my pussy brought me to climax. I shot my wad.
"Ohhhh, God, I love it," I gasped. He was really happy over our finding each other.
"I love you, Harry ... we had beautiful sex. Kids can fuck too."
"You better believe it," he laughed. "How about you and me Saturday night?"
Saturday night came and Harry and I went to a deserted park and found a big tree that almost covered us from view.
"Let's undress," he pleaded.
"What if somebody comes here?" I demanded.
"Nobody will ever find us here. I want to see you." Seeing how horny anxious he was, I agreed. When my titties fell out of my bra he just stared. I'll never forget his eyes.
"Can I lick 'em?"
"Why not?" I giggled. He bent over and licked on them like a new-born baby. I loved the feel of his hot tongue.
He had gotten so turned on with my titties he hadn't finished stripping and I was dying to look at his pecker.
"Don't get so turned on you forget to undress," I laughed. He looked down at his pants and shook his head. He undid his belt, unzipped and pulled off his pants.
"Pull my shorts down," he asked.
I pulled them down and his peter jumped up.
"Wow!" I exclaimed.
"You sure do dig cocks," he chuckled. "I'm glad you dig mine."
"Pull my panties off," I told him. He gladly reached over and stripped me. Looking at my pussy in awe, he bent over and licked my pussy lips.
"Mmmmmm, good," I laughed, "Let me eat you now."
"I'm horny to stick it up your cunt," he insisted.
"No," I almost shrieked at him. I don't know why I got so angry. Maybe it was fear of my parents finding out. Maybe it was that awful fear of having a baby when you don't want one. Whatever it was I refused him.
"Okay, okay," he calmed me. "Quiet down. Somebody else is probably screwing under one of these trees. This is known as Pussy Park."
"I'm sorry," I said, tears starting to come to my eyes.
"Nothing to be sorry about," he said softly. "You eat my cock and I'll eat your pussy. Is that a deal?"
"That's a deal," I smiled quietly. He angled his body till his mouth met my pussy. His hot tongue licked gently away at my pussy-lips and I bent over till I lined up with his joy stick.
Gripping the big cock in my hand gave me a feeling of power, of joy I never knew before. I stroked it till he got even harder. I ran my hand inside his thighs. Licking his balls excited him even more.
"Damnit, suck me," he laughed. "I'll go off with your tongue exciting me like that. Now, put your mouth around it so you can eat me when I shoot my wad."
I hastily wrapped my mouth around his hard dick. He rammed it anxiously down my throat as his tongue slipped in my pussy and began licking.
"Ohhhhhh, I dig that," I gasped. "I dig it."
"Get your mouth back over my rod," he panted.
Again I plunged his pecker into my mouth and went on sucking.
"Suck, suck me off," he commanded. His mouth returned to my pussy and he licked hungrily all around it.
When his tongue stabbed up my cunt I got wild sensations I never knew existed.
"Ohhhhh, keep that up," I begged.
"Will you get your mouth back on my dick?" he pleaded. "I'm almost there."
Slipping my mouth swiftly back on his continuously thrusting cock, I kept eating away at his pecker. Our tempo began matching each other's thrusts. I threw my pussy in his face with the matching force of his cock thrusting down my throat. Synchronized sucking.
Then he shot his hot lava down my throat.
"Ohhhhhh," he groaned. "Suck my cock. Suck it." His mouth went back to my gushing pussy and he licked eagerly as I gave him a good load too.
When we finished eating each other, he said, "On target."
"What?" I laughed.
"You know ... mutual orgasm."
"You know a lot about sex, don't you?"
"I've watched my dad and mom screwing," he chuckled.
"Do they do this?"
"Sure," he laughed. "They like to sixty-nine."
"Sixty-nine?"
"Yes, that's what they call it when they go down on each other and they try to make it at the same time."
"You're a nice kid to watch your folks fuck."
"How else you gonna' learn? Dad sure as hell won't tell me and I'm not going to say, 'Mother, may I?'"
We got dressed and got out of there. After that we made it all the time. I still didn't dig the idea of him ramming his cock up my cunt so we continued sucking each other.
When he turned eighteen he went to junior college. I knew I wouldn't see so much of him because he drove clear to the other side of town. This frightened me. I wanted him for my own lover and with all the women in college screwing up a storm I didn't know how I could hang onto him.
He came back to see me after a couple weeks in college and we were both a little past eighteen.
"How would you like to go to a party?" he asked slyly.
"Sure," I nodded, anxious to have any association with him.
"It's an unusual kind of party," he hedged.
"Unusual?"
"Well, yes, I mean ... "
"Don't beat around the bush," I told him flatly. "They're showing kids who screw each other right on the covers of big magazines. I know what goes on in colleges."
"Yes," he smiled. "It does involve screwing."
He didn't explain anymore because I told him he didn't have to. Anyway, a week later on a Saturday night he picked me up and drove me over to the fraternity house where he was living. He parked the car and asked me one more time, "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
"Of course, I'm sure," I told him.
When I got inside the fraternity house I saw banners hanging all over the place. The shades were all drawn and the young men were drinking. Harry handed me a glass.
"I don't drink," I told him.
"Tonight you drink," he insisted. I gulped the awful tasting stuff down and it made me feel all warm inside. I asked for another and he quickly gave it to me. Four drinks later everything was a little blurry around the edges, but, I was totally uninhibited and when I was ushered into the huge old living room of the frat house and saw all the boys bare ass naked I didn't get upset.
"Better take off your clothes," Harry said, starting to strip himself. So, I just began undressing, thinking nothing of it. The drinks had dulled any sense of embarrassment. I began taking quick glances at the boys and I never saw so many hard dicks in my life. My eyes moved slowly to study them. I took in their slim athletic bodies, broad chests, muscular legs and thighs. Finally my eyes rested on their penises.
The fraternity initiation ceremonies began with the pledges pushing apples across the floor with their noses. Watching their muscular bodies strain as they pushed the apples was hilarious. To keep them moving the frat members would whip their bare buttocks with small whips.
All kinds of physical exercises in the raw were demanded. And then Harry stepped forward and the boys listened eagerly to what he had to say.
"Boys," he began, "tonight we're going to have a special treat. We got a nice chick here to entertain us, each one of us."
The boys applauded and looked in my direction.
"Joyce gives the best blow jobs in town. She's the original purple pecker eater."
The boys broke up laughing.
"I'm first." Again the boys laughed loud and long. I eagerly walked over to Harry and dropped to my knees. It had been so long since I'd sucked him off I couldn't wait.
They closed in on us and watched. I didn't care. Let them have their kicks. I knew where I was getting mine. I reached for Harry's pecker and gripped it firmly.
"Ohhhh, that's nice," Harry smiled. "Now suck it." Putting my lips to its head I kissed it gently.
"She loves you Harry. She kissed you," one big blonde fellow chided him.
"She loves my cock!" he laughed. "Get busy baby and eat my prick."
Gripping my head with his hands he pulled me toward his cock. I took him in my mouth and sucked on him smoothly.
"That's real nice," he smiled. "Real nice. Now, suck it hard and good."
With swift sucking movements I lapped at his pecker. "Eat it. Eat it up." he demanded. I lovingly licked him, gently teasing, tugging at his big balls.
Jabbing it down my throat, I felt the full force of his joy stick. It hit the back of my throat as he slid it swiftly in and out.
The boys egged me on so much I got turned on till I got too rough with his dong.
"Take it easy," he pleaded. "Take it easy."
Pouring his pecker down my throat was driving me wild. I loved the audience. I vibrated to the thought of getting to suck on all their dongs.
"Suck me. Ohhhhh, baby, suck, suck, suck. Suck that prick."
He was getting turned on too. With wild thrusts he jabbed his pecker down my throat.
"Oh, Joyce, suck, suck, suck it off," he groaned. "Faster, faster ... ohhhhhhh, ahhhhh, I'm coming. Eat it. Eat it. Eat it up."
I ate his prick. He gave me a good load of creamy cum. Now I was hungry for the other cocks in the fraternity. A muscular, black man walked over and held out his pecker.
"Can you take ten inches?" he smiled.
"I like them long," I laughed.
"Wrap your mouth around it sweetheart and suck," he grinned. I looked at the size of his balls. They excited me. Surely they'd hold a fantastic load of thick cum. Stroking his long dick made him shake with passion.
"Don't torture me," he panted, "eat my prick, baby, eat it up."
I took just the crown of it in my mouth and sucked on it slowly.
"That's it baby, nice and smooth. Your tongue's got a nice touch. Keep that up."
I could see his black body streaming with sweat as he heated up while he shoved it to me. Throwing his head back and rolling his eyes he gripped me firmly and guided my head over his dick, "Okay, lover, you're gonna' get fucked like you never been fucked before. Get on my black pecker and suck. Suck it ... suck it off."
The boys picked up his chant.
"Suck, suck, suck that black dick," they chanted, laughing, chuckling, teasing.
Their voices, their laughter, their peckers pointing stiffly at me excited me all the more.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, suck ... suck, suck," he said in a strange, rhythmic beat.
It reached clear down my throat so far I thought I'd gag. I reached under his ass and shoved one finger between his crack.
"Ohhhh, that's nice," he said, parting his legs. With his ass cheeks open I could shove one finger up his asshole and guide his thrust. When my finger screwed his ass he guided his thrusts to match my finger-fucking movements.
"MMMMMmmm." he panted, "Suck, suck ... ohhhhh, I'm coming."
In one convulsive spasm his long black prick shot its creamy hot load down my throat. I shoved my finger farther up his ass as he tightened his buttocks to force all his juices down my throat.
"You like it, huh ... cum tastes good from a black cock too, don't it baby?" he chuckled, pumping it to me.
The boys broke up laughing when he pulled his black relaxed snake out of my mouth.
"How long is that?" Harry laughed.
"Ten inches," he insisted.
"Whew," I gasped. "And you unloaded ten gallons in my mouth."
The blond fellow wanted me next.
"Okay, take this for size," he said, "nine hard inches." I pulled his pecker to my mouth, licked its crown where one drop of crystal cum glistened.
"You taste sweet," I smiled.
"Sure I do, now just suck on it and I'll give you a nice warm meal."
Pushing it in he slid it in and out so the boys could admire his long dick. I let him slide it smoothly back and forth, tugging on his nuts to turn him on. When he got so hot he had to fuck off, he gripped my head and held me.
"Okay cocksucker, suck," he said, his breath coming in short panting gasps. "Eat my pecker. Eat it up."
With a few swift jabs down my throat he unleashed his hot fluids. Making sure I ate his cum, he continued holding my head in place.
"Keep sucking. There's still more in there," he said as his balls kept repeating spurts of sperm.
He did taste delicious and I patted his behind in thanks as he pulled his pecker out and he patted my head gently.
A rather shy slim kid stood there with his dong pointing at me, but, he didn't make a move. When I reached for his pecker his body vibrated with anticipation.
"Suck?" I asked him.
"Yes," he nodded.
Harry chided him. "Look, if you want your dick sucked you gotta' ask for it. Go ahead, tell her to suck your cock off. You're a man. Act like one. Be proud of your pecker. When a chick is hung-up on cock ask her to suck it for you."
In a soft voice he commanded, "Suck me."
The boys broke up. "Tell her loud."
"Suck my prick," he blurted. I gulped his cock in my mouth and swiftly began sucking him. His instincts took over. Plunging it down my throat he turned on.
"Ohhhhh, I like that," he gasped. "Suck my cock. Ohhhh, that's it, cocksucker ... eat it ... suck me off."
Jabbing my finger up his ass I took his cock down my throat and he pumped it to me with more passion than all the others. No doubt I was the first one to blow him. His fingers stroked through my hair as he held me tight, his pecker rammed its way down my throat and soon I felt his juices splashing.
"I'm coming," he gasped in surprise and pleasure. "I'm shooting my load. Suck it now. Suck it. Suck it."
The boys were turned on watching a virgin get his.
And then the pricks became a blur. I couldn't remember one from the other. The boys kept lining up to have me eat their dicks. Some were so turned on it didn't take but a thrust or two to get their rocks off.
"Ohhhhhhhhh boy, I dig that suck," one husky stud gasped as he jabbed it so far down my throat I thought I'd collapse. How much longer would this go on. When he had finished the black man who'd given me his ten inches in my mouth wanted to try it up my ass.
"How'd you like to try it for size?" he laughed.
"Get on your hands and knees," the blonde fellow demanded.
I put my hands out and spread my butt. The black fellow got down there and gripped my buttocks with his hands.
"Ohhhhh, this looks nice," he laughed. "Mmmm, let's ram it home."
He jabbed that black dagger in and I let out such a howl he pulled it out.
"You trying to kill me?" I snapped.
"Fuck your ass," he said tightly.
"Put something on it to make it slide," I demanded.
"Okay, okay ... anybody got any vaseline," he laughed. Harry quickly hunted for a jar of vaseline. He greased my ass and rubbed it around the head of his prick.
"Just don't slide it all in," I begged him. "It'll come out my mouth if you do."
I got in position again. He stroked my ass playfully before he tried pushing his rod up my ass.
"Relax," he whispered. "Say fellows put some nice fuckin' music on. Something to get her machine warmed up."
I felt his fingers gently part my buttocks and slowly he slid his well-greased black dick up my asshole. This time it didn't hurt. The music seemed to help. He found it slowly gliding past the small opening.
"I'm in there now," he whispered. "Yeah ... I'm in."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said, gripping my ass-cheeks. I thrust my buttocks up to meet his advancing thrust. All of a sudden I felt him driving it to the hilt.
"Ohhhh God, that hurts," I groaned.
"Take it easy," Harry warned him.
"I'm almost there," he panted. "Let me get my rocks off up her ass."
"Ohhhh, that's nice. Keep that creamy white ass pumping baby. Ohhh, that's beautiful. Come on. Come on fucker, fuck it."
There was no way out but to bang it back to him.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said, his hands squeezing my buttocks till the pinching hurt.
"Look at him ride her ass," the blonde kid laughed. "I get seconds."
"I'm there. Ohhhhh, that's nice, tighten your ass sweet baby, get all that nice hot juice outta' my dick."
Squeezing his prick in my tight ass pumped his remaining juices out and my ass was a slippery slide of cum.
Pulling it out swiftly hurt like the devil.
"Take it easy," I gasped.
"I'm next," the blonde kid said, mounting me. "Ohhhh, that goes in easy."
"You can thank me for that," the black muscular kid chuckled.
He got it in easy and began ramming. His pecker slid smoothly in my slick ass.
"Grab it," he said, tapping my buttocks. "That's how it's done baby. Throw your ass back. Ohhh, that's fucking."
He rammed it in hard and it didn't take him long to shoot his wad.
"I never screwed her ass," Harry exclaimed excitedly. "Let me fuck her next."
It wasn't long until the thrusting penis shot its load. I squeezed it hard just like I did for the other kid. He liked that.
"Beautiful ... oh, beautiful, baby. Your nice tight asshole is a fantastic fuck."
When he slid out Harry moved in. "Raise it up for me," he said softly.
Gently he eased his penis up my asshole. Ramming it swiftly in and out he reached over to grip my breasts in his hands.
"That's beautiful," I gasped. "I like it. Keep playing with my titties. Ohhhhh, I dig that."
"You've got a nice asshole Harry, why don't you let me fuck you?"
"Hell, no."
Harry went on jabbing his pecker up my ass. His breath was coming shorter now. "Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh, that's it. I'm there. Ohhhhh. Keep it up."
His fingers tightened on my nipples as he jabbed it up there unrelentingly.
"Screw it," I groaned. "Screw it."
Ass-fucking was turning me on. "Ohhhhh, baby, you're wild," Harry gasped, "keep throwing your ass up to me."
Driving his pecker in to the hilt, he exploded.
"Oh, God, I'm coming ... I'm coming," he gasped, gripping my breasts still tighter and continuing to pour his hot sperm-load up my ass. Churning it around, I squeezed the love-juice out of his pulsating pecker.
"She's a wild fucking animal," Harry broke up laughing. The boys lined up. Swiftly they each sent their throbbing rods up my asshole.
Each boy exploded inside me. The leader of the fraternity got a crazy idea for the initiates.
"Now, wouldn't it be nice for you new guys to eat her ass out."
"You wouldn't make me do that," the blonde athletic kid protested. "Ohhhh, God, I'm not going to eat her ass out."
"I'll give you a choice," he chuckled, "Just to show my heart is in the right place. You either eat her ass out or our black buddy with the ten inch dick jabs it up your asshole."
"What a choice!"
"Make up your mind in thirty seconds."
"I can take it up my asshole easier than eat every guy's come."
"Your choice," he laughed.
Getting down on his hands and knees he looked back in horror as the black man got behind his blonde upturned asshole and began parting his buttocks.
"Grease you're damned prick," he demanded.
"Ohhh, I thought this was going to be something special, no grease."
"Grease it," the frat leader laughed. "Give him every damned advantage."
Flipping the Vaseline jar to him, he hastily spread the lubrication around the blonde asshole. Covering the crown of his black penis with the vaseline he then proceeded to stab his butt with the cock.
"Oh, God, you're going to cut me in half," he complained as the huge black tool slid past his tight virgin-anal ring. The black kid was enjoying the exciting feel of his tight asshole.
"You got a nice tight ass," the black kid smiled.
"Damnit, it should be. Nobody ever shoved his damned prick up it before. That's for damn sure."
The boys were all hysterical with laughter as they watched the big black prick slip in and out of his blonde ass. The expression on the black youth's face was one of high excitement and sensual ecstasy. Contrasting was the terrified look on the blonde kid's face as he arched his ass helplessly while the black cock rammed in to the hilt.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," he gloated.
"Yeah," the kid replied, throwing his ass up to meet him.
Harry got me aside.
"Better cut out of here before they think of anything more nuts than that."
"You better believe it," I assured him. "I've had it."
"Yes," he grinned. "Every which-way."
I nodded.
"When we were driving back to my place I was too shook up to say anything.
"What did you think of the frat party?"
"Wild," I said quietly.
"I hope I didn't get you angry," he said softly.
"No."
"You weren't in love with me?"
"No. I just dig sex."
"Same here. That's what I figured. That's why I thought you'd get a kick out of having all those cocks."
"If I hadn't had something to drink I couldn't have done it," I assured him.
"That's why I got you drunk," he chuckled.
When I got out of his car I thanked him and he tapped my hand gently.
"You're a good sport," he smiled.
"Thanks," I nodded.
When I finally got to sleep I had a lot of thinking to do. It bugged me to think I'd actually eaten all those guys. So many I lost count. Was I a twisted, warped, sex fiend? I looked in the mirror. My eyes were red and swollen, my expression one of shock. I thought I better sleep it off and think about it in the morning. Tonight, too much had happened.
All night long I had nightmares. Peckers were pointing at me from all directions. Huge cocks, with their swollen heads ready to engulf my mouth. I awoke in a cold sweat. I wanted to mention it to my Mom. But something held me back. Perhaps it was because I had to be honest with myself and the truth of the matter was I'd enjoyed the whole affair. Each cock tasted different. Each guy had a different way of ramming his pecker to me. I enjoyed sucking each and every one of them. Was I an oral nymph? This haunted me. I didn't dig having them hammering their rods up my ass. It hurt like the devil when the first guy drove his pecker up there. But I knew I had to do anything they demanded. After he got it past my hole it didn't hurt so much but I still liked cock-sucking much more.
The next evening I got a real surprise when Harry dropped by.
"Hi," he smiled.
"Hi," I laughed. "Didn't expect to see you for awhile."
"I want to talk to you," he said.
"Okay, talk ... "
"Let's go for a ride," he insisted. I hopped in his convertible and he drove around without saying much for awhile. Finally he parked the car and told me he had an idea.
"What kind of an idea?"
"A good one," he smiled knowingly. "One that will pay off."
"Okay, tell me."
"Last night I got a bright idea," he went on. "You were a real hit with those frat brothers of mine. They said they never got such a head job before. Some of them begged me for your name and phone number."
"You didn't give it to them, I hope."
"No," he smiled, "because I had some great ideas."
"Like what?"
"You like dick, don't you?" he said softly. "I mean you get turned on eating guys peters?"
"Yes," I nodded, "I do."
"Well, why not make some money. Dick lickers get paid a lot of money to take on a crew of horny college guys."
"I should have gotten paid last night," I snapped. "I ate a lot of cock."
"I'm sorry I didn't charge those horny bastards," he smiled. "Today Ted, that's my roommate in the dorm, told me you should work some of the college sex clubs."
"How much do they pay?"
"Five bucks a guy."
"Beautiful. Twenty guys would make it a hundred bucks."
"That's a lot of dick ... "
"That's a lot of loot for just enjoying myself," I told him.
"I have to get a small fee," he smiled, "for arranging it, like your agent or manager. Say twenty per cent?"
"And free cocksucks?"
"You wouldn't charge me for a head-job, would you?" he asked, anger flaring in his face.
"No," I laughed. "I'll always eat you free."
"Good," he smiled.
"What do you think of me?"
"What do you mean?" he asked sternly.
"I bet you think I'm a sex fiend, taking on all those guys last night."
"Oh, no," he said emphatically. "I think you're just a nice hot chick who digs fucking."
"I'm glad you said that Harry, because, I was beginning to wonder about myself. I'll admit I'm a hot chick and I'll admit I like multiple sex."
"Multiple sex!"
"Yes," I told him flatly. "I like group sex. Why settle for one cock when you can have ten?"
"That's what I like about you," Harry chuckled. "You're so damned honest."
"When do you think we can start rolling?"
"Saturday night," Harry beamed. "We have a little sex club get together. About fourteen or fifteen guys. They usually hire some local whore. It's cheaper to have one or two chicks take care of all of us."
"I'll be damned," I broke up laughing. "I should have thought of the economics of it. Of course. One chick has a three way hole setup whereby she can accommodate a crew of cocks. Makes sense to make the most of what you've got."
"How about letting me eat you Saturday night?"
"Will you get paid?"
"Your pussy is pay enough," he smiled. "I dig eating cunt."
"You've eaten a lot of girls?"
"Some. Enough."
"Tell me who. Any cunt I know?"
"Oh, a couple of older women. I got a go-go dancer who likes to have her pussy eaten. Sometimes she spreads for me and I lap it up."
"Is she a hooker?"
"Not exactly."
"Look," I told him frankly, "You're either a hooker or you're not a hooker. I'm a hooker when I get paid for it, a pro if you please."
"When will you be ready on Saturday evening?"
"Anytime you say."
"I'd say about eight o'clock."
"I'll be ready."
He drove me home and when I went to bed I couldn't help thinking about Saturday night. I liked the idea of making money with my body. I figured I had a talent. I knew how to suck. Why not use my hot mouth to make money? I took my exercises to keep my body trim and made it a point to take a long time in a hot bubble bath before I went out with Harry. Making sure to use plenty of deodorant and body cologne I guess I smelled like a French whore when he arrived to pick me up. Mom kissed me sweetly and complimented me too.
"You look good enough to eat," she giggled. I almost told her that eating me was exactly what Harry was going to do, later.
"Take good care of my little girl," she admonished Harry.
"Oh, sure. You brought her up right."
"I tried," she smiled, oblivious to what was going on. Harry and I had a good laugh thinking of how downright stupid some parents can be.
"What age do they think we live in? Neanderthal Man?" Harry chuckled. "Today, if you don't make it, you're way out, outside the action."
"I know," I told him, "but you know some people. They want their little girls to be pure and their boys to be virgins."
"Not my old man," Harry grinned. "Dad says get it where you can."
"I wonder what people used to do for sex," I asked him.
"Go to marathon dances," Harry laughed.
"Now we have marathon fucks, right?"
"Right!"
When we pulled up to a big old motel I was completely surprised.
"Why are we stopping here?"
"This is our fuckin' headquarters," he laughed. "It's the only safe place to fuck. The Frat party last week leaked out to the Dean of Men and he's put the lid on orgies."
"That's too bad," I said sadly, thinking of all the wholesome fun the boys would be missing.
"So, we just changed our operation orgy location. We took a couple of connecting rooms and we can't make too much noise."
"I think it sounds real exciting," I told him.
"We'll make it exciting tonight," Harry said patting my leg and slipping his hand beyond my white leather micro-mini I'd worn for the occasion.
"You sure think of everything," I sighed.
"I try."
We found the two connecting rooms and he gave a rap signal they repeated from the inside. They opened the door cautiously and as soon as I stepped inside the place I knew we were going to have a wonderful time. Everyone was bare assed naked.
"Am I the only girl?" I giggled.
"Sure," one athletic looking, long-haired young man answered. "Harry said you could handle all our business."
"Pecker business!" I exclaimed, reaching out and gripping his hard dick.
"Yeh," he laughed. "Hey, that hurts. That's a cock you've got in your hand, not a hunk of baloney."
"I hope so," I told him. "I'd hate to suck on baloney." The boys broke-up laughing.
"When you gonna undress?" a brown-eyed, brown-haired, trim young man demanded.
"I've only been in here a minute. You that horny?"
"Yes," he said, removing his hands from before his penis. It stuck out and again I gripped it.
"Mmmmm, good. I hope you haven't been playing with yourself and using up all your love juice cause I've got an awful thirst."
Again the boys laughed. Harry was down to his shorts.
"Make her pull your shorts off Harry."
Dropping to my knees I pulled his shorts down, pulling his body toward me. "Hi," I smiled, speaking to his penis.
"Hi yourself," he answered.
"Want me to suck it?"
"You bet I do."
I got up and told him, "Later!"
"I'll help you undress," one smooth-skinned kid offered. He resembled an Indian with his tall, lean frame.
"Oh, thanks so much. Thanks, but, no."
I wanted to tease them. They were so anxious to see me stripped, but, I didn't see any reason to rush things. Perhaps I felt like a sex star putting in a personal appearance.
Carefully I slipped out of my white leather micro-mini, making sure my panties remained tantalizingly tight. When my white leather blouse came off my titties jutted out. They didn't sag. They grew together. The boys gulped.
"What's wrong?" I asked coyly, watching their watering mouths with enormous satisfaction.
They just shook their heads. When I slid my black nylon brief-panties off slowly they began vibrating.
"First, Harry and I are going to put on a little show," I smiled.
"Yeah, Harry, you told us you'd eat her pussy. Eatin' time Harry."
Harry walked towards me.
"Sure, I'll eat her pussy. Who wouldn't?"
He dropped to his knees and kissed my pussy-lips. The tantalizing touch of his tremendous tongue made me shake with passion. He was quivering himself. He slipped his tongue inside. He found my erect clit and licked it like a small penis. When he washed me with his tongue inside my box it was beautiful.
"Put some honey in her box and eat some nice sticky honey," the athletic, curly headed young man suggested, stepping forward with a yellow plastic container Harry took it from him and brought the head of the container to my cunt. He slipped it in slowly and I began getting moist. All the excitement was making me start to come. For one mad moment I thought I was in love with Harry. What a childish thing to imagine. But that's what happens when you get all twisted.
He squeezed plenty of honey in my box. He put the yellow honey container down. One boy suggested, "Why don't you two sixty-nine?"
Harry looked up at me. He flashed a broad grin. "Okay with you?"
"Sure."
Harry got a couple of towels and spread them out on the floor. We laid down on them and he straddled me. His penis straightened out and he aimed it for my mouth.
"Give me a good blow job," he smiled, bending over my pussy.
"Eat my pussy out," I winked.
His tremendous tongue licked along my slit. I reached for his penis, toying with his balls.
"She's in love with you, Harry," the muscular blonde kid laughed.
"She's in love with my cock and your cock and all you horny stud's cocks."
I pulled back and forth on his rod. Then I slipped my mouth over it and slowly sucked. His tongue dipped deep in my cunt and soon we were enjoying sucking sex.
"Ain't that honey good?" one kid asked Harry.
"Mmmmmm," Harry slurped, licking his lips. "Pussy honey always tastes the sweetest."
Eagerly I licked on his long dick. I saw him watching me eat his prick while he ate me. He looked at me with a stern, steady gaze as if he was trying to hypnotize me.
"Take him all in," one boy insisted.
Slowly I slid his peter in my mouth. He was very hard now. I ran my fingers through his hairs and pulled on his nuts. He was turning on.
"Fuck her."
His huge pecker came plunging down my throat and he slammed home.
"Ohhhh, watch him fuck her."
"Look at her eat dick," one kid chuckled. They were all eyes and comments as they closed in to watch us sixty-nine. Harry's mouth fastened on my pussy. Anxiously he sucked away.
"Suck her cunt out ... eat that pussy ... lick it clean."
His tongue stiffened and he drove his tongue in like a long hard dick.
"Suck it, suck it ... keep it moving. Suck that dick. Eat it. Eat that pussy," the boys called out while we ate each other.
I felt him coming. Faster and faster he thrust. I felt the crown of his cock reaching to the back of my throat. It was a fantastic sensation.
"Ohhhhhhh baby, eat my prick," he called out, taking his mouth from my pussy for a moment. "Eat it ... ohhhh, I'm coming in your mouth. Eat me."
Putting his mouth back on my pussy he shot his load. I sucked and gulped, gobbling him down.
I gushed in his mouth and he lapped away like a hungry hound dog. Loud smacking sounds came from his mouth as he devoured my love juice. Slowly I slid his pecker out and he finally took his tongue out of my twat.
"How's that for a sex show?" he asked his buddies.
"Not bad buddy, not bad at all. You deserve a medal for pussy eating."
"Thank you, hang it on my dick," he laughed.
"Who's next?" I demanded.
One thin, long-haired young man got down on one knee and held his hard dick out for me. I licked its head.
"How about some fun and games first?"
"Sure, sure, why not?" they chorused.
I got up from the floor and stretched. It felt good to be off the hard, fuckin' floor for a minute. "You guys line up," I suggested. They did. I counted fourteen of them. "Now, turn around and do some exercises for me," I commanded.
They all turned away from me and stood with their asses facing me. "First," I commanded, "Reach up as high as you can." They all strained, reaching up.
"Now, bend over." They bent over. Seizing a handy belt, I thought I'd teach them a little discipline. I cracked the belt over the first guy's butt. He howled.
"Aw, that's nothing. That was a love tap," I laughed. This comment reached the guys. They chided him, "Don't be a sissy. No girl can hurt you. Be a man."
They all remained in the same position. Swiftly I went down the line whacking their behinds with my belt. When their asses were all sore and red I stroked them gently.
"Lie down," I ordered them.
"What you gonna' do?" Harry asked me.
"Suck ass," I told Harry. "You wanna' have me suck your ass first?"
"Yeah, yeah, eat my ass first," he begged, flipping swiftly to the floor and arching his buttocks up for me. I stroked him gently, massaging behind his balls. Then I put my face between his butt and began licking. He twisted his butt like he was going out of his gourd.
"Like that?" I said, taking my tongue out for a second.
"Most fantastic thing anybody ever did to me," he sighed. "Get your tongue back up my ass and suck on it."
The boys all watched as they lay there waiting for me to eat their anxious asses out. I don't know what came over me. But this I do know. I wanted to eat them up, their asses and their cocks, I couldn't get enough of them.
When I'd washed his ass out with my tongue I went on to the next fellow. He was a wiry, short, blonde kid whose blonde ass stood out against his tanned skin. His swim-trunks had kept his buttocks white. Lapping away at his ass tickled him so much he couldn't hold still.
"Hey you," I complained, "If you don't hold your ass still, how the heck do you think I can suck it?"
He quit laughing and tried to hold his ass up to me without vibrating his body so much I couldn't lick him.
A black curly haired kid bent way over and put his arms up for me to get down there and lick his butt.
"Thank you," I said, slapping his ass. "That's the way. Make it easy."
Feeling inside his thighs I gently pressed against his balls. He liked it. "Feels good," he grinned, turning around to watch.
"Spread your legs," I told him. "Good! Now bend just a little more."
Slipping my tongue inside his ass-cheeks I quickly began licking. He could hardly stand still it turned him on so much. Plunging my tongue up his asshole he wiggled around and grunted, "Ohhhh, I like it. Lick my ass, baby, lick it."
I tongue-fucked him long enough to make him anxious to have me eat his dick.
The next man was a huge guy. Must have been six feet. He was smiling and anxious to get his ass sucked.
"Got a sweet ass for you," he chuckled, arching his butt to meet my mouth.
"I'll know in a minute," I laughed. "Let me taste your ass." Dipping my tongue between his legs I sucked him. He was getting an enormous erection. To keep him content I stabbed my tongue up his tight asshole and screwed him up there.
"Ohhhh, that's beautiful," he groaned. "Uhhhhhh, why'd you quit eating my butt?"
Slapping the next upturned ass, I explained, "With all this ass-sucking I can't spend too long on any one guy's butt. We've got our cocks to suck too!"
All the boys laughed.
The next fellow was a broad-chested kid who stood straight.
"Bend over," I told him.
"Can't you suck it like this?"
"I can, but, I sure as hell won't get my tongue way up your ass," I told him flatly.
"This is okay," he said. I don't know what was wrong with him. Standing up made it much more difficult.
"At least spread your legs for me," I told him. He spread his legs. I reached down to his nuts and jiggled them while I licked his ass open. His body trembled and I could tell he was enjoying it.
"Why don't you bend over?" I begged him.
He didn't need much more encouragement. He was enjoying it now. He gently rolled his ass up to me and spreading his firm round cheeks I slipped my tongue up there and gripped his buttocks. He tightened his muscles as his body trembled in sexual ecstasy. Jabbing my tongue up there I know I turned him on.
The dark-haired fellow who was next had a neat trim body with a firm round ass. He threw a couple of pillows on the floor and said, "I'm going to make ass eating easy for you."
"Well, thanks," I told him as I began stroking his behind. He turned to watch. All of them wanted to watch. I licked his hairy butt and then he began pushing. The guys began laughing.
"Don't go off now, cat," one of them called out.
I licked all around his buttocks and then concentrated on his asshole. From the way he wiggled his ass I could tell the sucking sensation was driving him out of his gourd. Plunging my stiffened tongue up his asshole he thrust back. This cat enjoyed ass-sucking. He knew just how to match my tongue-stabs with ass thrusts. We did this for a while and then I knew I'd have to move on to the next ass.
The next boy was black. He was a strong, husky kid with a firm, muscular body. "Suck my black ass," he smiled.
"At your service," I laughed. He bent over and spread his buttocks for me. Licking all around his asshole I got him going.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, I'm going crazy," he gasped.
"Hold still," I said, gripping him. "How can I fuck your ass if you don't let me."
"Okay, okay," he agreed, and he held still long enough for me to jab my tongue up his pivoting black asshole.
"Look at her go," Harry said, wide-eyed. "She's a real pro."
"Sure she is," the black man said. "Anybody can tell she's done a lot of sucking. And she's a young chick too."
"I taught her all I knew," Harry nodded proudly.
"You dirty-minded fucker," the black kid laughed.
Pulling my tongue out of his ass I finished off the rest of the boys. Now they were dying to get their cocks off.
"How about three-way fuck?" the black kid suggested.
"Three-way?"
"Up the three holes," Harry smiled. "Ass, mouth, cunt!"
"No," I almost shrieked. "You do it my way."
"We do it your way," Harry grinned. "I told you guys she likes sucking, she'll suck anything, but, nobody gets up her pussy."
"Except your tongue," one boy called out.
"I'm her lover," Harry smiled.
"You're her pimp," the black kid snapped.
Harry's fists flew up in a rage.
"You take that back ... "
The black kid laughed, "Oh, you know I was just kiddin'. You're a good rat, Harry. What would we do if you weren't around to find us groovy chicks."
"Okay," Harry said. "Let's get on with it."
"Why not eat his pecker first, it'll calm his hot balls down."
The black kid walked forward proudly, holding his cock in his hand.
"Go ahead."
Taking it in my hand I stroked it. I lifted his heavy balls and tickled them. He flashed an excited grin.
"Don't torment me anymore, baby. Eat it." I got on my knees and took its head in my mouth and sucked slowly. Twirling my tongue around his cock I stroked his nuts and sucked smoothly. He slid in and out calmly. I reached out to hold the firm globes of his buttocks in my hand while I sucked him.
He got so hot he whispered, "Let me eat your pussy!" I didn't want any more fighting.
"Sure," I smiled.
"Why don't you use the bed?" Harry asked.
"Why not?" he said, grinning at me and walking toward the bed. Hastily he pulled back the bedspread and opened up the sheets. I hopped on the bed and he jumped on top of me. I parted my legs and he straddled me. He held my head in his hands and looked into my eyes.
"You fucker," he laughed. "Let me shove it up your pussy ... please, baby ... I want it up there."
"You said eat my pussy, I agreed to that!"
"Okay," he grinned, flashing his white teeth. "But I can suck my way down there can't I?"
"Sure you can," I told him. He held my head and brought his face close to mine. The fellows stood by softly stroking. Maybe just seeing his black body arched over my white naked body excited them. He kissed my lips. His tongue slipped inside my mouth and we Frenched. He got on his knees and pushed down to my breasts. He began licking on them. The boys applauded. He began laughing and could hardly go on eating away.
"Suck her," Harry told him. But he wouldn't go down on me till he had his kicks from licking my titties. He liked to apply his whole mouth and suck and then nibble on my nipples till it hurt.
I pushed his fuzzy black head down so he would begin sucking my cunt He moved slowly, lifting my leg and holding it up with one hand. He diddled me while he licked at my tummy. I kept shoving him. When he got to my pussy he licked all the pubic hair and then slid his hot tongue inside my box and lashed away at my pussy. He pulled his tongue out and gasped, "Get the honey. I wanna' eat honey out of her box."
Harry gave him the plastic honey container. He quickly slipped its nozzle inside my slit and pushed. I felt the sticky thick honey squirt inside me. He pulled it out and gave it back to Harry. Burying his black head in my crotch he began eagerly licking. His long thrusting tongue was like nothing I'd ever experienced. Much as I dug Harry's tongue, it was no match for this black man's powerful tongue thrusts.
"Sweet pussy," I laughed., "I've got a sweet pussy."
He pulled his tongue out and laughed up at me. "I'm going to get you so hot you're going to gush in your honey pot and then I'll really eat me a nice meal."
"Sure you will," I said, wrapping my legs around him while his head went back to my pussy.
"Suck me, ohhhhh, suck me," I told him while he applied all his skill to eating me.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, that's it ... oh, I love it. I love it," I gasped as my body turned and twisted under the black magic of his thrusting tongue.
Throwing my hips in his face I continued to take his tongue farther up my hungry cunt. His lapping tongue turned me on.
"Ohhhhh, suck it, suck it out," I told him as I felt myself gush. His hungry mouth ate me, licking, lapping, sucking, devouring me in his frantic haste to eat cum and honey.
When he finished he was panting.
"I'll blow you later," I promised him. "Now, I'm just going to lie here and relax a minute."
"Make sure it's a minute," Harry laughed. "These cats will get so horny they'll be blowing each other if you don't get your mouth in motion fast."
"I'll be damned," I said, "I hope I'm not blowing a bunch of fruits."
"You're driving us up the walls," a blonde kid grinned.
"If it's that bad, straddle me luv and fuck me lying down."
The hard-cocked blonde straddled me and I reached out to grip his shining round buttocks. "My, you have got a big one," I told him.
"I eat my pussies," he smiled proudly, inhaling to make his chest bigger.
"Do you get big balls from that?"
"You can," he nodded, sliding his pecker into my mouth smoothly. He held my head at an angle where he could obtain maximum cock-thrust and began fucking.
I always marveled how these big-headed cats could fuck in front of each other without the least amount of embarrassment. If anything I think they felt more at ease with each other looking.
"Can you take it all in?" he asked cagily.
I nodded, gulping, gagging as he unreeled his peter down my throat. Gripping his buttocks I guided him as he built his momentum to unload his rocks in my mouth.
"Ohhhhh, that's nice ... smooth sucking."
He slid it in and out, raising his head and rolling it back and forth while I sucked him.
"Play with my balls," he begged. "Reach down and play with them."
I tickled them and teased them and then began thrusting. He dug it when I rammed back on his rod.
"A wild suck," he gasped. "I think she's as horny as I am. She digs cocksucking."
"I told you she's a natural," Harry laughed. "That's why I thought you cats would enjoy having her do her thing."
The boys watched as he let his jaw hang loose and drove it home.
"Beautiful, beautiful," he panted.
"Ohhhhhh, I can't stand it. Don't bite it." I nibbled easier and let him jab it to the back of my throat. When his head touched me there I knew it turned his balls on.
"Suck it ... suck my cock ... suck it ... ohhhh, ahhhh, there I go. I can't stand it. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
His white-hot sperm flashed from his penis, hitting the back of my throat and he was off. Pulling his flaccid cock out of my mouth he complimented me, "You're a super-sucker!"
"Should I use that to advertise?" I laughed.
"No," he patted me gently, "We can advertise your blow-jobs, word of mouth."
The boys laughed.
"Let's have a drink," Harry suggested. "A suck break." He got out a bottle of vodka and began making screw-drivers. I needed a good drink. I felt like I'd been through a war, you know, like a whore through the war.
"I'm next," a brown-haired, freckle-faced kid said, holding his big old dick out for my inspection.
"Okay," I smiled.
He got on the bed and lay on his back. I scurried over and got down between his legs and got them apart. Resting on my elbows I swooped down on his dick and sucked it. He got harder and drew his legs up on each side of me. My head bobbed up and down swiftly as I sucked him in. I loved the taste of a man's tool and this fabulous clean cock was something to suck.
"Eat my prick," he commanded roughly. "Get your mouth on it and eat my cum. I got a nice load in my balls, just for you. Now open wider and let me ram it down your throat."
Opening my mouth I allowed him total entrance. Roughly he thrust his enormous tool down my throat, his balls bouncing on my chin as he held me in place over his prick.
"Dick-licker," he laughed. "How's that for cock. Enough meat to hold you awhile. Now, suck it."
Bobbing my head up and down I continued sucking on his beautiful cock.
He lifted his ass right up off the bed and hammered it home. Powerfully he thrust his hard cock down my throat.
"Suck, suck, suck it off," he gasped, "Ohhhhhhh, eat it ... you got it now, baby ... you got my nuts in your mouth, eat it up ... eat it," he begged.
He did have a good load stored up in his balls and I gobbled him down. His creamy cum thrilled me like an ice cream sundae, only this wasn't hot fudge, it was hot cum.
The boys lined up and I sucked each cock. When each man had had his blow-job Harry collected five bucks each. They gladly paid.
He took me home and handed me the money. I looked at it and was really excited. This kept up until I had earned almost one thousand dollars. I put the money in a bank account and hid the bank book. But one day Mom found the bank book. She confronted me.
"Where did you get this money?"
"None of your business," I snapped.
"Oh, yes it is," she barked back.
"So I got it whoring."
"Whoring?" she screamed, slapping my face roughly.
"Yes. I sell sex, so what? I like to fuck and they like me."
"Get out of here," she ranted. "Get out of this house."
"I'll be glad to," I told her angrily. "You never wanted me here, did you?"
"You were adopted and I might as well tell you what your mother did for a living."
"Don't bother," I snapped as I ran to the closet to pack my things. "I don't want to hear any dirt you want to dig up."
"It's just the truth. And the truth hurts. Your real mother was a hustler. Yes, just like you've become. A cheap whore who sold her body to men for sex. You were an unwanted child. I took you in because you were a beautiful baby. But, when I discovered your mother was a hooker I wished to God I'd never seen you."
"So that's why you and Dad have always been so damned cold to me."
"Yes," she snapped, "And this money in your bank account proves blood will tell."
"Blood will tell, hell," I lashed out, throwing my hair brush at her. She ducked. Then she ran out of the room and down the stairs.
I heard her call for my foster father, "Dave, Dave come here, she's gone crazy. That child has just gone crazy. She attacked me. Call the authorities."
She got me for that. It was her fault all the way along. They treated me worse than an outsider, they treated me like an outcast. I had the name so I figured I'd have the game. You know it isn't hard for a kid to sense what his parents think. And so help me God, when I stop and think it all over that is how I think I got hooked on cock. I was dying to find some attention, some love.
The only trouble is, it isn't as simple as all that. All the fucks in the world can't make up for lack of love in the home. I found out the hard way. But I still have this damned hangup. I mean I've tried, but, I still want to blow guys, as many as I can get. I want them to eat me. I don't want anybody poking his peter up my cunt.
I'm warped, twisted, confused, but, I'm not crazy. I know that.
SUMMARY
Joyce was an intelligent girl. Her high school courses in Psychology had made it possible for her to analyze herself. She is correct in realizing she is not crazy. Her problem is that of "sucking compulsion." Neuroses developed in early youth, when her lack of genuine affection in her foster home drove her to seek satisfactions outside the home.
The neighbor boy represented a parental attachment. His penis pleasure symbolized her opportunity to please her parents. This warped meaning thus developed into, for her, a natural normal outlet. The more men she was able to satisfy in this manner, the less hurt she felt for the lack of love in her home. However, it was difficult for her to recognize one sober truth; the contacts were limited to a purely physical attachment.
Outside of sex, Joyce never cared to deal with them at all. She found a kind of warped pleasure in not allowing the men to enter her vagina with their penises. By denying them this pleasure she was in effect compensating for them not caring to deal with her outside of a crude sex arrangement.
The money gave her further compensation as this allowed her to buy clothes, jewelry and other material possessions that very soon gave her the security she had lacked in her family life.
The prejudice her foster parents felt against her mother was instantly used against her. The idea of "blood will tell" embodies the "bad seed" concept, meaning that it naturally follows if the parent was no good. This thought, projected to her impressionable, sensitive mind was accepted. Having affirmed this negative thought pattern, she acted it out. Thus the foster parents were able ,to witness their predictions come true. Little did they dream they had been the major contributing factor in making their dire predictions surface.
When Joyce was informed of how foolish it was for her to feel any guilt or shame whatsoever over anything her mother may or may not have done, progress began.
From here we helped her understand that the ugly prejudices of her foster parents were being constantly projected to her young mind. With this thought in their mind, their actions followed. The lack of love she was forced to endure drove her to seek affection from any and all sources, including the neighbor boy's genitals. The neighbor boy, like most young men, was anxious to find outlets for his sexual needs. He wasn't concerned with the right and wrong aspects or the ultimate outcome of what their sexual expression would eventually do to his partner.
That being the case, Joyce developed a parent-crush on her young lover. Pleasing him sexually drove her to great lengths. The fact she could please someone was what drove her on. Even though the acts were humiliating and totally physical in nature, that was alright. The basic child craving to be accepted was enough to make her do anything; including have sexual relations with all the men he asked her to. She refused flatly to have normal sex relations as she abhorred the thought of having any children. Her own childhood had been so painful, she didn't want a repetition.
When Joyce understood her dilemma, she was able to master her "sucking compulsion" and widen her spectrum of sexual involvement and eventually was even able to marry and lead a comparatively normal life. Yet some scars will always remain locked in her heart.
Chapter Three
"One of the most important anomalies of sexual life is an abnormal presence of sexual sensations and presentations from which necessarily arise frequent and violent impulses for sexual gratification.
"They may become so predominant that they completely sway the field of imagination and desire, and imperatively demand the relief of the effect in the corresponding sexual act. In acute and severe cases, ethics and will-power lose their controlling influence entirely, while in chronic and milder cases restraint is still possible to a certain degree."
Richard von Krafft Ebing
Psychopathia Sexualis
I was reminded once again of the accuracy of this evaluation of the "sucking-compulsion" syndrome as Janet L. explained her sexual problems to me.
Janet was a beautiful young woman who didn't look her twenty-six years of age. She had a trim, slim body. Her five feet, two inches were power-packed for her well-formed breasts and trim legs and ankles gave her impact. Her long brown hair and flashing brown eyes combining with a bubbly, excited way of speaking made her seem like a very young girl. It was hard to realize she was a married woman with two children.
"The only way we can help you is for you to help us," I explained.
"My problem is unique," she laughed nervously. "I don't suppose you run into problems like mine very often, maybe never!"
"Most people think that," I smiled. "They are confident that their sexual desires and frustrations are completely different and this bugs them. But I can assure you, many people feel the similar, possibly identical frustrations toward sex you feel."
"My problem began with my dad," she said. "Would you care if I told it on tape. It would make it easier."
I flicked on my tape recorder and asked her to begin. I left the room and played this tape back later as I studied her case. This then is her tape.
I guess it all began, because, I was a real cute kid. My dad used to spoil me. I had six brothers and sisters but he didn't spoil any of them. He used to give me the best piece of meat when we were eating, buy me the nicest clothes. There was one thing he did though that I will never forgive him for. He insisted on me sleeping with him. Mom and Dad slept in twin beds. He thought I was so cute he asked Mom if he could take me to bed with him. Mom didn't care. If she had any idea what he had in his dirty mind she could have stopped him. But she didn't. I was the second child and when she'd get pregnant and he'd get horny he would ask me to play games with him. He would tell me never to tell Mom or my brothers and sisters. I promised I never would. He'd peel out his peter and show it to me. He said, "This is our secret."
I looked at the big thing and it frightened me. I was sorry he showed me his secret.
"Touch it," he whispered.
I touched him. I liked the feel of it in my hand. I squeezed it.
"See those," he said, pointing to his nuts.
I nodded solemnly.
"Play with them," he smiled.
Reaching down I began playing with his balls. I observed that his swollen member became harder when I played with his balls. Then he said he'd show me something that I could do that would be lots of fun. He gripped his penis in his hand and began jerking off. I watched in fascination as his breath came short and he jiggled his balls with his other hand.
"Let me do it, let me do it," I begged.
With a happy smile crossing his lips, he nodded. "Sure honey. Hold on real tight and pull it back and forth."
Fascinated with his penis and enjoying playing with his balls I began pumping it for him. It wasn't long before his body was threshing about the bed and he was panting and groaning.
"Ohhhhh, I like that," he gasped. "Keep pulling on my penis. Play with Daddy's balls."
Watching him squirm like that while I stroked him gave me a sense of power. I loved him and wanted him to love me. From the excited movements of his body and the way his penis was getting harder in my hands I knew I was making him happy.
"Come on, faster, honey, faster," he gasped. I jerked my little hand faster and kept on jiggling his balls. I was amazed how he was grunting and groaning. And then he shot his wad. It splattered all over the bed. The white, hot cum came as a complete surprise to me. I never knew he had all that in there.
"Ohhhhh," I gasped, "Daddy, I'm sorry. I broke it." Daddy laughed. "Ohhhh, honey, you didn't break anything. You made Daddy real happy."
He hugged me close to him and kissed me gently. From this he went to other things.
"Why don't you and Daddy try something new tonight?" he asked when Mom was conveniently gone again.
"Yes, Daddy," I told him, "Are we going to play with your penis again?"
"Yes," he grinned excitedly, "but a new game this time."
Undressing and getting in bed with me he quickly got an erection and said, "There's a real nice game you can play with your mouth."
"My mouth?"
"Yes," he nodded. "Just put your mouth on my penis." I giggled. "Oh, no Daddy ... dirty."
He laughed and laughed. "Why are you laughing at me?" I sobbed, bowing my head.
He threw his naked body around me and kissed my tears away. "Daddy's not laughing at his baby doll," he said softly. "It's just this. Baby doll doesn't have any idea how much fun she can have sucking on Daddy's penis until she puts her mouth on it and licks it."
"Like a sucker?"
"Yes, yes," he laughed. "You licked a penis like you lick a lollipop."
My tears ceased and I got down between his big legs and licked with just the edge of my tongue.
"Tickle Daddy's balls with your tongue," he said quietly. I obeyed him, lapping away at his big nuts with my tongue.
"I like it," I told him. "This game is fun."
"I told you it was, baby doll," he smiled. "Lick it for me."
When I finished licking away at his enormous balls which completely intrigued me I licked away at his penis. He really enjoyed it and twisted around and around.
"Now, baby doll," he said quietly, "Lick the top of the lollipop."
I bent over his penis, slipping my small mouth over the head of his shaft. He went out of his mind.
"Ohhhhh, baby," he gasped. "Suck Daddy's cock."
I slid my mouth up and down over the crown of his cock. My mouth was so small I couldn't get any more than the head of it in. Reaching down to his balls I played with them. I enjoyed looking at his curly hair around his shaft, I liked his balls and I really dug his huge penis.
"Daddy likes that," he panted.
Sucking smoothly I suddenly felt him tense. Then his hands gripped my head and soon he was shooting his hot cum inside my mouth.
"Eat Daddy's juice," he gasped. "Suck it all out nice and clean like a good girl."
I eagerly lapped away. He tasted good to me.
"Like it, honey?"
"Yes, Daddy," I told him. "I want to eat you all the time."
He laughed. "We can do it when Mom's gone. And you promise not to tell anybody."
One day he suggested something else. He squatted in the bedroom and threw a towel beneath him.
"Honey, Daddy's got a new game," he said excitedly. I looked at him with his thighs resting on his calves and his hands on his knees.
"What kind of game, Daddy?"
"Sucking game, honey. Daddy leans forward and you lie down on the towel and you suck on Daddy's behind."
"Oh, no," I protested loudly.
"Shhhhh," he quieted. "You'll wake your brothers and sisters up."
"Yes, Daddy," I said quietly.
"Daddy took a shower and I'm all nice and clean. Now you be a good girl and do what I say. I put a lot of nice body lotion all over so I smell real good."
I stretched out on the towel and scooted up under him. Looking up I saw his behind.
"Lick it," he pleaded.
"No," I insisted.
"Daddy won't let you eat him anymore if you don't lick it," he said gently.
"Alright," I agreed, not wanting to lose the chance to enjoy his penis plaything. I looked up at his ass looking down at me.
"Go ahead and lick it," he demanded.
I raised my head up and stuck out my tongue. I licked it. He'd poured the bottle of lime lotion on himself because he smelled sweet and fresh like lime.
"You can pull on my penis while you are licking Daddy's asshole," he suggested.
This seemed like a great idea. Daddy was good on games. I reached out for his hanging rod and began stroking him up and down.
"Pull it harder," he said breathlessly.
I pulled harder and he got harder.
"Lick Daddy's butt, baby," he panted.
Daddy did have a groovy ass. He was firm, round and nice and smooth. I found myself wanting to stick my nervous tongue up it. I wanted to see his ass wiggle while I was sucking on it. I went to work on that smooth ass of his. I sucked out every corner of it. His ass started wiggling, just like I hoped it would. That got me even hotter. He turned me on more when he started chanting, "Suck, suck, suck" and that made me do it faster.
"Jerk my pecker, faster," Daddy gasped.
I pulled on his penis with quicker, jerking movements. He was panting excitedly now. I like getting him all worked up. He was pushing his ass up and down to meet my sucking tongue too. I really had a ball licking his creamy ass and I reached way up in there with my tongue.
"Oh, baby doll," he groaned, "You're driving Daddy crazy with that wild tongue of yours. Ohhhhhh, baby, keep it up."
I kept my tongue thrusting up his asshole, pulling his pecker at the same time.
"Ohhhhhhh, I'm coming," Daddy gasped. I pulled my tongue swiftly out of his butt and got under his shaft. The creamy fluid was dripping all around its huge crown. I licked up the shaft, trying not to lose a precious drop.
"Suck it ... eat it up ... eat Daddy's cum," he panted. Licking eagerly away I devoured every delicious drop of cum.
I heard steps and suddenly Mom flung open the door.
"Oh, my God," she screamed. "You no good son of a bitch." She ran for Daddy with her full fury. Grabbing the heavy phone on the night stand she threw it at him. I ducked.
"You cheap, horny bastard," she screamed. My brothers and sisters came running to the door. They saw me naked with Daddy on the floor. They caught on. I didn't think I had done anything wrong and I was angry at Mom for not letting me finish eating his cock.
"Mamma," I cried out. "Ohhhh, Mom ... you've gone crazy."
"I'll kill the bastard," she screamed, reaching for a lamp to hurl at him.
My oldest brother Teddy came running in the room. "Mom, stop this," he said, throwing his arms around her.
The long and short of it was the police were brought to our house and they took him off to jail.
I sure hated Mom for throwing Pop in jail just because we were having a little fun. I was only eleven years old then so I couldn't realize what an awful thing he was doing to my psyche. Then I hated Mom. I thought she was jealous of Daddy liking me and I wanted him.
Poor Dad. They threw the book at him. Mom saw to that. She put on a teary performance before the jury that could have won her an Academy Award along with Lana Turner's courtroom tear-jerking scene. She poured it on and the judge listened. The jury must have used up a dozen boxes of Kleenex as Mom told her soap-opera lament. All this because I gave Daddy a few blowjobs. They had the preacher over, the whole bit. Frankly, if they hadn't made such a performance out of Daddy having sex with me I don't think it would have had such an impact on me.
Mom divorced him and he served one year in jail. She got her pound of flesh and was happy. But what hit me was when my brother Bill got turned on one day. We were home alone. Mom and the other kids were out to a church social.
"I'm going to take a shower," Bill said. "If you've got to go to the bathroom get it over with."
I had a hunch he did things in the bathroom. I caught him masturbating once and he got red in the face and slammed the door. He just looked horny to me and I wanted to watch him take his shower.
"No, I don't have to use the bathroom," I told him. "Go ahead."
He went ahead. I heard the water splashing on his body and I wanted to see him so bad I thought I'd go out of my mind. I tiptoed to the bathroom door. It was unlocked. Opening it slowly I stepped inside.
"What are you doing in here?" he demanded.
"I want to see you," I told him.
"What's there to see?" he laughed.
"You bare naked."
"I'll make a deal," he said, "If you will let me see you bare ass naked, you can see me."
"It's a deal," I giggled, slipping out of my panties. I undid my bra and my bare boobs stood out. I was fifteen, going on eighteen where my titties were concerned.
You should have seen his eyes. He focused his glance on my breasts and I knew I could get what I wanted, his penis.
He stepped out of the shower and his old dong jumped up. I was dizzy with anticipation.
"Why don't you take a shower," he said breathlessly. "I'd like to watch you. Maybe I can help you."
"We could shower together," I told him.
"Alright," he smiled. We stood together and turned the water on. The refreshing water splashing over my body, his sensual glances down at my all, added up to making me so hot for sex I thought I'd go out of my mind.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, I love you," he panted.
"Silly, I'm your sister."
"I know," he whimpered. "It is silly. But ever since I found out about you doing things with Daddy's dong I've been horny as hell to have you do things to mine."
Reaching down I felt his penis. It jumped when I touched it.
"You're tickling," he giggled.
"It's new to you to have anybody touch you there," I explained, like a pro at fifteen.
"Can I touch you there?"
"I'd love it," I grinned. He reached out and felt of my moist mound. Slipping his fingers in me he began playing with me.
"Can I suck you off?"
"I want you to," he said. "You did it to Daddy, I bet he taught you how to do it real good."
"He did," I said sadly, "There's no reason we shouldn't have enjoyed each other. I think Mom was jealous."
"I can see why," he chuckled. "With a body like you've got, baby, it's enough to make anybody jealous."
After washing him all out, soaping his ass out till he couldn't quit laughing I told him, "We ought to dry each other off and do it on the bed. Lock the bedroom door 'cause I'd die if Mom ever caught me having sex with you."
"She won't," he said tightly. "She can be mean as hell. I hate her at times."
Drying him off I couldn't help but admire his body. Bill was strong and handsome. He was seventeen and a real athlete. He was on the high school football team and kept his body in great shape.
"Your cock won't go down," I giggled.
"Not when I'm looking at your pretty little pussy," he smiled.
We walked into the bedroom and he hopped on the bed. I remembered how I sucked Daddy's ass and I wanted to eat his ass first.
"Bill," I suggested, "Turn over and let me turn on." He flipped over on his stomach. Scratching his head he asked, "What you got planned?"
"Don't ask questions just lie there and I'll show you some sex tricks you never knew people ever did."
"Okay," he laughed.
Parting his legs I ran my hand around his firm, round buttocks. I felt behind his balls and pressed. He liked it. "Ohhhh, feels good. Do it again," he demanded.
I was enjoying myself-I mean completely enjoying myself for the first time in ages.
"Ohhhh, Jan," he gasped, "Do me."
I began licking on his squirming ass. He would hardly hold still for me to finish eating him.
"Look, brother!" I admonished, "If you don't hold your ass still how can I suck it. With your quivering butt flipping all over you act like you're one jump ahead of a fit."
He laughed, "Baby, what you're doing to me down there is driving me out of my gourd."
"Kneel," I commanded him, "and arch that ass up for me to eat. Okay?"
Dipping my tongue in his asshole I proceeded to give him a tongue-lashing he couldn't forget. He held his ass firm and tight so I could get a good vantage point.
"Ohhhh, suck it out," he cried, "Eat my ass." He laughed. He watched me licking it in the mirror.
"We got something good here," he panted. "Suck it." When I got him all worked up I saw his pecker pointing out hard. I was really doing all this ass-sucking so I could get my mouth on his big prick and eat the juice.
Turning over, he pointed his pecker at my mouth.
"Ready, aim, fire," he chuckled. Gripping his dick tightly in my hot little hand I went to work on him.
"Ohhhhh, suck it, suck it," I heard him plead. Seemed like old times with Daddy. How I'd missed his beautiful ramrod.
"Eat cock, baby, eat it," he gasped. "Suck it." In and out the huge head bobbed in my hungry mouth. I thrilled all over as I ate his dick. My body shook with hungry passion, hungry anticipation of his shooting pecker.
"Now, now," he groaned, gripping my head tightly and thrusting farther down my throat. His hot cum flashed on the back of my throat and I ate him down.
"Ohhhhhhh, I love it, I love it," he groaned. I sucked him all in, devouring every delicious drop of his thick creamy cum. I even loved the smell of it.
After I'd eaten him he looked longingly down at my pussy. I knew what he wanted to do but didn't have the nerve to ask.
"Billy," I smiled, "If you want to, I'd like it." He didn't need any more encouragement than that. Soon my lips felt his licking tongue. My legs were flung over his shoulders, his face was buried in my hot crotch.
"Suck me, Billy, suck me," I urged him. Guiding his head as he ate my box turned him on even more.
"Poke your tongue all the way in," I begged.
He dipped inside my moist mound and lashed all around inside my hot box.
It felt fantastic.
"Suck, ohhhhh, baby suck," I told him.
He sucked eagerly, anxiously, driving me wild with sexual frenzy.
I pumped my pussy to him, learning for the first time what an inspiring sensation having one's pussy eaten can really be. How I wished Daddy had eaten my box, just once. I knew he wanted to but Mom's silly old-fashioned ideas about sex had prevented him from doing his thing with me.
All of a sudden I felt myself getting wet. Billy's tongue stiffened as he thirstily licked my juices.
"Lick me ... eat me," I pleaded, almost in tears as the fabulous sensation surged through my body.
He dove right in like a man and ate me.
We both lay there panting. Then I heard Mom pull up outside. We'd make it in the nick of time. Leaping off the bed I gasped, "Quick. You go to your room. We'll really get it if she ever catches me eating your dick."
Billy slipped his tongue out of my mouth, then holding me tightly in his arms, kissed me ever so sweetly. Without looking back he darted bare-assed out of the room. Just in time he made it to his bedroom and Mom opened up the door. She didn't suspect a thing.
That was my one time with Billy. He got so scared of her finding out he wouldn't do it again. And I had to have it. I was hooked on cock and I didn't know where to find one. When you are sixteen with all those creepy kids your own age it isn't easy to find a fuckmate. I was ahead of my time I guess.
And then I met Dave. Dave was a real sharp kid. He had curly, black hair, piercing brown eyes and the kind of mouth that made me want to kiss him.
I was dancing with him at our teen-age place where we got together for Saturday night runtime. He had caught my eye the moment I walked in the place.
When we were dancing I could tell he had a real hard-on. He was pushing it against me and smiling.
"Where do you live?" he smiled.
"Over in the West Adams section of town," I told him.
"No wonder I missed you," he said. "I'm just visiting here and seeing what the chicks are like on this side of town."
"Where you from?"
"East side," he smiled, "I'm Mexican, you could tell that by my dark skin, couldn't you?"
"I dig dark men," I told him. "I like you ..." He pulled me closer in his arms and again I felt his huge tool pressing at me in time to the music.
"You look bored," he said after a couple more dances.
"Not half as bored as I feel."
He laughed out loud. He took my arm and we went right off to his apartment. He lived in a small shabby apartment on the second floor. The old sagging sofas in the hall, along with the worn out carpeting, didn't make it a very impressive place to take a chick.
He was a bit embarrassed.
"I live in a dump," he said downcast.
"No, you don't," I smiled.
"You're a nice kid," he said, opening the door and letting me enter first. I glanced about the room and saw a sturdy bed that pulled down.
"We can sit on this." he chuckled, pulling the bed down.
He pulled it down and it made a god-awful squeaky sound. Then he went to the kitchen and opened up the, refrigerator and got some ice cubes. Picking up a bottle of seven up he also reached for a bottle of liquor.
"We need a drink," he said.
"I don't drink," I sighed.
"Tonight you do," he grinned.
"I'm seventeen," I said, hoping that would change his mind. Drinking just had no appeal to me. Mom didn't have any liquor around the house and I didn't like to start.
Pouring me a hefty glass of booze, he invited, "Just try, it tastes good."
He began drinking himself and I joined him. Once he had the booze under his belt he got awfully talkative.
"Swingers like you and me don't have to stand around with a hard-on and wish. When I see a groovy chick I want to ball, like you," he said, placing his hand on my leg lightly, "I just say ... wanna' fuck, baby?"
His eyes glistened as he turned on.
"Yes," I said, gulping down my drink. "I know what you mean. I'm the same way, the honest generation they should call us."
"You have many guys before me?" he chuckled.
"I haven't had you," I shook my head.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to disappoint you. We're swingers ... doers. When we're hot, we fuck and that's it. We don't try to run away and hide from nature."
Those drinks he fixed were mighty potent. He flipped on his groovy stereo. His collection of soul records was out of sight. And so was his cock. I could hardly hold out to finish my drink before I could work on his cock.
I was sitting on his living room couch and he sat down beside me, wrapping his arm around me tightly. All it took was one little tug on his zipper and his big old dong was staring me in the face. What a cock. Did I ever love it! I massaged it a little to begin with, running my anxious fingers up and down the shaft.
"You're the kind of girl I dig," he said, "I can't stand these phony hypocrites who say they've never eaten dick and all the other lies they tell. Most women these days dig pricks. They like to feel a man unreeling his rod down their throat. It's just Mom Nature."
"You bet it is, Mom Nature's pacifier," I laughed, stroking his gleaming, dark cock with its huge hot head.
Bending over I gave his juicy rod quite a workout. This man turned me on so much I'd have sucked him anywhere, anytime he asked me. I was driven to his dick.
He was turned on with me too.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, what a hot mouth you've got."
Licking the length of his shaft, I finally returned to gulp his head down.
"Suck me," he begged, "Suck my prick. Ohhhhh, that's it ... that's it ... suck it."
Sliding it smoothly in and out of my mouth I marveled at its' length. Daddy's dong wasn't half as long. This was good eating cock.
"Take my balls out too," he whispered, kissing my hair. I unzipped farther and accommodated him, pulling out his giant-size nuts. When I saw them I suddenly had to suck on them. Pulling my mouth off his ramming pecker I licked down to his sac. Tonguing all around it I thought I might as well eat his nuts.
"What a cocksucker," he laughed. "I've seen girls eat dick but you put more enthusiasm into it than any female who ever blew me."
Proud of my praise, I determined I'd not disappoint him. Slipping my mouth around his left nut I sucked until his body twitched and convulsed in sexual excitation.
"Ohhhhh," he groaned. "Ohhhhh, that's it." Letting it fall out of my mouth I returned to eating his balls. I gulped down his other nut and began munching gently on it. He twisted around so much I thought he'd fall off the couch.
"Baby, he said, why don't we strip and do it on my bed. I can't wait to have your body bare ass naked on my bed."
"I can't wait to see all of you," I grinned, "I'm dying to get my tongue in every crack and crevice in your body. It's all beautiful. Nothing on your body is dirty ... I ... I love you."
He tore his clothes off and I peeled out of my things. He pulled the bed down from the wall and I couldn't wait to leap on board and fuck and suck up a storm.
"Another drink would do it," he glowed, "Come on sucker," he smiled, "Let's drink to my cock."
Gripping his pecker and squeezing, I grinned, "May it explode over and over again in my mouth tonight, always filling it with creamy thick you."
Wrapping his arms around my naked body I felt his penis hard, urgent, press tightly against my moist crotch. He found my lips and plunged his tongue inside my mouth. We Frenched each other for a long time and then he poured that drink.
On the bed he grinned down at me, "You name it, I'll do it."
"Bet you never had your ass sucked out," I smiled.
"Wrong," he replied, "I get my ass sucked out all the time and I love it."
Raising his ass up to me, he slipped a heavy pillow under his buttocks.
"See," he smiled, spreading his ass-cheeks anxiously, "I got a nice ass."
"You bet you have," I said, crawling between his upraised legs.
"Go to it," he urged, "Suck my ass."
Marveling at his magnificent manhood standing straight up, turned on by his heavy balls, and excited to be between his thick thighs, I went to work. Lapping away inside his thighs I got so hot for his body I felt I had to devour him. My tongue movements jabbed evenly around his ass. Gripping his firm, round buttocks in my hands I proceeded to thrust my tongue inside his hot asshole.
"Ohhhh, lover, you're super-fantastic. Eat my ass out. Get in there and lick it out for me."
He was so turned on with my tongue lashing I had to hold his firm round buttocks in my hands to keep his ass still enough for me to insert my tongue all the way. I'd learned how important it was to keep the tongue real stiff when you are eating ass. Forcing my stiffened tongue up his twisting asshole I shot it back and forth in regular movements.
"I love it, I love it," he laughed. "I've had my ass sucked out baby, but, never, never like this."
Removing one hand from his buttocks I diddled his balls. With the three-way action he was churning his butt like crazy. My stabbing probing tongue learning all his innermost bodily secrets, my hand feeling his beautiful nuts and my other hand holding his round, tight ass.
"Suck me ... suck me," he pleaded. I continued sucking. But I knew it must be time to return to his rod.
"I'm gonna' shoot," he panted. "Eat my dick." Pulling my tongue swiftly out of his asshole, I glided up to his mammoth penis. He was holding his manhood in both hands for me. I gripped it tightly and licked.
"Wrap your mouth around it," he demanded, "I'm ready to shoot."
He wasn't lying. Slipping my head over his dick I let him thrust it in as far as he could drive it.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh," he panted, "There it shoots. Eat my cum."
Hungrily sucking his sticky jet stream down my throat I ate him. Then I sucked some more. His pecker just didn't go down.
When I let him slide it out, he said, "That was a real cocksuck."
"I've never had any complaints."
"You wouldn't with a mouth like you've got."
"Am I really that good?"
"You're the greatest," he laughed. "Now let me eat your box, okay?"
I spread for him and he got his nose down between my legs. I wanted him to eat my ass first.
"How about my ass suck?" I reminded him.
"I need another drink," he blurted, reaching for the bottle. He threw his head back and gulped.
"Wow!" he said, when he'd drained the remains of its liquid contents. "I'm ready. Throw your ass up."
I threw my legs on his shoulders and let him bury his face in my asshole. I loved having him licking there. His hot tongue twirled around my butt and soon he stabbed his tongue right up my hole. I shook my ass for him and he gripped my buttocks firmly.
"Ohhhh, you're killing me," I giggled. "I love it. What a nice hot tongue."
He penetrated way up my asshole and I felt my mound moisten. I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd be coming.
"Suck my pussy lover, suck it for me."
He went to my pussy, licking my hair and then diving right in like a real lover and sucking on my clit. I pushed back to his face.
"Suck my pussy," I commanded him, just like he'd told me to suck his dick. Turnabout was fair-play I figured. Sexual equality was my aim.
His jabbing, licking tongue washed around inside my pussy. He was lapping greedily, just waiting for my hot fluids to pour into his sucking mouth. He didn't have long to wait. I couldn't keep that kind of high-powered, tongue-titillating, spine-tingling up much longer without exploding in his mouth.
"Eat me, pussy eater, eat me," I gasped, exhilarated, turned on, lifted.
He ate me too. He was a real groovy pussy-eater. He wasn't ashamed to do his thing on a cute girl's box. How I loved his tantalizing tongue as he devoured me.
He wiped his mouth with his hand and had a cute smile on his face when he finished.
"Thank you," I smiled.
"I should thank you for letting me eat your pretty little pussy," he laughed.
That was our first date. We had many more. I sucked on him till I thought I'd suck it off his body. We had lots in common. He liked good music like the Beatles and Elvis and when it came to loving there wasn't anything he wouldn't do. We could just be sitting there on the sofa and he'd pull out his peter. He'd watch my eyes light up and say, "Lick it, dick-licker!"
I'd become such an expert cocksucker I could just take him in my mouth and make him go even when he wanted to hold it back. He'd spray a big load in my mouth and I'd eat it like it was the most natural thing to do. For me it was.
While I was doing his dong in style I'd massage his balls. That would always get him real excited. He'd tense his legs and just lean back and let me suck. I liked to have his eyes on me while I was eating his prick. I couldn't wait till the dam broke loose. I'd brace myself for his last thrust and hold on tight while he shot his load. What a load he had too. I swear I took a gallon of his creamy hot cum down my throat. He wouldn't let me move, no sir, not until he'd unloaded all his hot jissum inside me.
I'm hooked on cock. What's more, I'm proud of it. I have always looked forward to meeting new men and exploring their genitals with my mouth and tongue. This is what they want too. They like it when they can hold me down on their big hard pricks and say, "Eat it ... Suck it ... gobble it down!"
After I swallow every bit of their loads I make them go down on me. None of this, 'Oh, but I don't eat pussy' crap. If I can suck their dirty old cocks off, they can eat a nice clean cunt. What's right is right.
I dig those groovy Mexican men. One time Mom took us for a vacation down in Acapulco. How I love that place. Well, I was at this beach where a lot of people swim bare-assed. I never saw anything like it before in my life. I mean they walked around in the nude like it was nothing. I slipped out of my bikini and lay down on my red beach towel and all of a sudden this beautiful man walks up.
"Hi," he smiled, "Mind if I lay down beside you?"
"No," I assured him. His build had me so hot for him I swear my body was shaking.
"Where you from?" he began in his part-English, mostly Spanish accent.
"California," I told him.
"Los Angeles," he smiled.
"Why do you smile?"
"So many senoritas from Los Angeles. They come here. They like me."
"I can see why," I laughed, looking at his lengthening prick. "I mean, you swim and the sun purifies your body and well ... "
"You want sex with me?" he asked, with that little-boy smile.
His head was peeking out from his skin around his enormous bulging dick.
"You like eet?" he chuckled, his eyes glowing.
I nodded. I'd never seen anything like it, an uncircumcised penis. It looked funny to see just the head of it slipping out from beneath the tight skin.
"Let's go where nobody sees us," he smiled. "Okay?"
"Yes," I nodded. He got up and when I saw his strong muscular legs and his handsome muscular chest I was terribly excited.
He focused his eyes on my knockers. I held them up proudly for him to see. I'd taken great care to keep my body slim, massaging my breasts to make them bigger.
"They're real?" he teased.
"Yes, yes," I laughed.
"Don't laugh," he said seriously. "Many Americanos have phony breasts, silicone, is that it?"
"That's it, that's it," I broke up. "You know all about our secrets."
"Et is no secret when I touch them," he said proudly. "I know the real thing. Si ... Silicone, is that right?"
"Yes, yes."
"Silicone is hard," he said sadly, then reaching out to grip my tittie, touched it firmly, "The real tittie is soft."
"You are a sex expert," I laughed.
"Yes," he grinned. "I know how to please a woman."
He began running across the beach. I watched his handsome body in motion. The rippling muscles, the flipping penis, the firm round buttocks, what a man.
I was almost out of breath when he looked back to see me scraggling behind.
"Hey, what happened?"
"You are too fast," I panted, trying to catch up with him.
When we were together he was turned on I could tell and so could everyone else on the bare-assed beach. His penis was huge. It stuck straight up, it was rigid as hell and the pink head was creeping farther from its fleshy container.
He saw me looking at it with awe. Gripping it in his hand, he smiled, whispering, "I geeve it to you, huh?"
I nodded. Then he charged into the blue waters. I couldn't imagine how he could give it to me in the water. He kept swimming and even though I'm in the water most of the summer I couldn't match him for speed. I would swim real fast for a time and then slow down and look at him. Finally I saw his naked body emerging from the clear, blue waters at a huge rock some distance from shore. It was like a rocky island.
I jumped out, finding it rough going to climb up on one smooth rocky ledge and then I darted to the other side where I saw him stretched out, lying in the sunshine. His legs were parted and he held them up for me.
I couldn't wait to get between his legs. He couldn't wait to have me there. When I was snugly between his legs he held up his cock proudly.
"You want to suck?" he asked excitedly.
"Yes, yes," I told him anxiously.
Nodding, he grinned, "It is yours to suck, senorita." I never saw such big balls before. I wanted to play with him before I let him have his fuck.
"You like them too?"
"Yes, yes," I sighed. "You are a beautiful man."
Nodding his head and still grinning sexily, he whispered, "You are a beautiful girl."
I bent over and began licking his super balls. He loved that. With short tongue jabs I continued eating away at his balls. Then I saw his smooth hairless buttocks. I'd never noticed how these men have no hair around their asshole and almost no pubic hair. Parting his ass-cheeks I swiftly slipped my tongue up his asshole. He liked that.
"Senorita," he laughed, "You lick my asshole. That is it, my asshole. It is good to suck."
I needed no urging to have him assist me in placing his buttocks in line with my tongue. Holding his ass-cheeks high in my hands the blazing sunshine only made his asshole more appealing. Gliding my tongue along the smooth skin around his ass he twisted and turned while I sucked on it.
"Senorita, you are better ass-sucker than girls at Rio Rita."
Pulling my tongue out I had to find out what Rio Rita was.
"What?" I laughed.
"Keeping sucking."
"What is Rio Rita?"
"Rio Rita is whorehouse," he laughed.
"I'm better than a pro," I giggled.
He nodded, grinning broadly, his handsome white teeth flashing against his dark skin.
"I'll finish sucking if you hold your ass still."
"It feels so good I have to twist."
I raised his ass again and dipped my tongue inside his asshole. He was beautiful. Sliding back and forth on my tongue I reached down to diddle his big balls and stroke his penis. He got on his knees so I could get a good grip on his dick. He loved this.
"Ohhhh, senorita ... keep that up ... keep eating my ass and jerking my penis."
I kept my tongue stiffened to give him maximum pleasure as I sucked, licked and stabbed him there. He was a beautiful, brown-skinned man.
Then I got on my back and lay between his thighs. How wonderful seeing the blue, blue sky behind us with white cloud banks. The rippling waters below and the rock our fortress in the sea.
"Suck eet," he laughed. Pulling his head toward me I peeled back the skin till his head was visible. I licked it slowly before letting him begin his fuck.
When he was so hard I knew he had to jab it in my mouth I let him.
"Okay," I smiled up at him. Panting with pleasure, I let him slide his entire dick in my mouth, cramming clear down my throat. I gulped as his juicy pecker came thundering down my throat. His wonderful heavy balls rested on my chin and I sucked. His hands gripped my head as he aimed his gun to fuck. I thrilled to the sight of this fabulous man as he enjoyed sending his pecker down my throat. His dark, brown eyes glowed.
"You like eet?"
I nodded as he continued pumping it to me. It was quite obvious he dug it.
"Suuuck," he chuckled. "Suuuuuck, my cock." I twirled my tongue around his head like it was some rare delicacy. His body shivered to my suck.
"Ohhhhh, baby, suck me off," he begged. I agitated his balls with my fingers. Slipping one finger up his ass I added to his delight. The glowing eyes, the panting breath, the thrusting penis all were producing enormous thrills in my body. I could hardly keep myself from vibrating on that smooth sunlit rock where we had sex.
"Suck it," he gasped. "Suck my cock." I kept fucking his asshole and then I pulled my finger out and held his round brown buttocks in my hand, squeezing on them like they were dough. This excited him and he said softly, "Nice ... very good, senorita ... very good."
Ramming it farther down my throat I knew he was ready to ram it to the finish line.
"Suck, suck, suck it," he gasped. "Keep that cock going. Beautiful. That's it ... suck, suck, suck."
Lifting my head to meet his cock-thrust I gripped his ass tightly.
"Give it to me ... oh, baby, give," I gasped.
He gave it to me. His balls, his juice, his cock. The hot jissum flash-flooded my throat as he groaned and churned his tight ass about.
"Ohhhhh, senorita ... suck it, suck it now." I gulped to the last drop. Sliding his penis out slowly he patted me gently on the hand.
"You Americans are good for sex," he laughed. "You do everything."
I could hardly believe my eyes. His ramrod was still rigid and hard. I thought he would have gone down by now. But no, it was hard, and anxious for action.
"I show you new way to fuck," he smiled.
"New way?"
"You get on your hands and knees like this," he smiled, illustrating by getting down on all fours on the smooth rock. I thought I knew what he'd do and I wasn't anxious for this, but, he was so puppy-dog anxious I agreed.
"Okay," I said, playing the game anyway he wanted. I got on all fours and he got up. He quickly got behind me and began feeling around my asshole.
"Lick it for me," I insisted. He bent over and put his mouth on my ass and licked. He diddled me while he sucked on my asshole. The double impact of ass-suck and pussy-diddle thrilled me.
When he was in line with my buttocks he edged the head of his dick into my asshole. I felt my tight asshole spreading. He gripped my buttocks tightly and rammed unmercifully.
"Ohhhhhhh," I grunted. "Ouch."
"Eet won't hurt for long," he chuckled. "Good tight ass-fuck ... me like."
"I gathered that," I said as I felt his throbbing penis slide pass my tight anal ring.
When he had poured his pecker inside my ass it frit less painful. As he carefully slid it in and out all pain subsided and gradual pleasure took over.
"You like, senorita?"
"Y ... Y-Yes," I stammered. "If you take it easy."
"I take it easy," he promised as he thrust his tool faster and faster, reaching higher inside my asshole. Bending over he gripped my breasts in his hands and squeezed the nipples.
"Ouch," I cried out. "You're hurting me."
"I hope so," he laughed. "It is fun to screw like this."
"Tearing off my titties and ramming up my asshole?"
"Oh, yes, senorita," he panted. "Keep pushing your ass back to me. We get this together. You push, I ram, we fuck."
Ramming it back to meet his forever thrusting tool I felt a strange kind of new pleasure mounting in his throbbing prick movements.
"Fuck it," I told him. "Come on and fuck it off."
"Slow and easy, senorita. If eet goes off, we have to wait till it gets hard again. I want to enjoy it ... slow, slow."
Trying to slow my grinding ass to his various moods and movements I stopped pushing back so hard. His penetrating pulsating penis was shoving rhythmically in and out. He was enjoying himself.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," he panted.
He was building his momentum again. His body bent over to press against mine. His hands stretched to grip my breasts as he squeezed hard on my titties.
"Tremendous," he gasped, "It feels tremendous."
I churned my butt around, to give some new sensations to his pushing penis. He dug the action.
"Ohhhh, senorita, I cannot hold it. Ohhhhh, I give it to you."
He did give it to me too. Ramming, lunging, thrusting up my anal passage, his penis poured its hot, sticky fluid up my ass. He sighed heavily as he dropped his rocks.
"Good ass?" I asked.
"Beautiful ass," he nodded, moving his penis out slowly in my now slick-easy asshole.
I turned over on the rock and lay there. He had given me two good loads of creamy cum and I had them both, one in my mouth, one up my ass.
"What's your name?" I asked him after a few moments of lazily dreaming as I glanced out at the blue-blue waters and the light-blue, cloud-streaked skyline.
"Manuel," he said softly. He was patting my tummy gently. His stroking hand was reaching down to my twat. I had a hunch what he had in mind.
"What do you do, Manuel?"
"Everything," he laughed, his eyes flashing sexily at my naked body.
"No, no," I laughed, "I mean, what do yo do for a living?"
"Screw ... is that how you say it ... ? Maybe I should say fuck ... fuck." He broke up laughing.
"You aren't serious?"
He nodded, grinning.
"You mean you have sex with people for money?"
"Yes," he nodded, grinning like an embarrassed little boy.
"A male hustler?"
"I have sex with everybody, old women," he chuckled, "pretty girls and men."
"What do you do with men?"
"They like to eat me like you do," he smiled. "And I like to screw up the ass, but, I don't like to have them shove it up my ass."
"I don't blame you," I told him. "It hurts like the devil."
"But it is fun to fuck ass," he nodded, smiling his playful smile.
"Yes, yes," I laughed.
"Actually," I said quietly, reaching to feel for his penis once again, "This is your business, letting people suck on it and pushing it up their cunts or their asses."
"Eet is good business here," he assured me. "Many people come here to have sex. I'm beach boy. We have this secluded beach where people can fuck."
"What's the name of this beach?"
"Screw," he grinned. "Just screw beach."
He tapped my buttocks and told me he'd have to go back to work. He got up, took a plunge into the waters below and swam away. I never saw him again. But I never forgot him.
Another day on another beach where people did wear clothes I just listened to the conversation. I thought I'd try to spot a hooker. It didn't take long to figure out who the chicks were who were for sale.
"Hi," one older man called over to me. I knew he figured I might be offering my pussy for sale too. So, just for the fun of it I walked over to where he was sipping a tall frosty drink under his bamboo umbrella which shaded his spot on the sand.
"You are nice girl," he said, "Sit down." He patted the empty wooden chair next to him.
"Yes, I am a nice girl," I teased, "That's why I can't sit down."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he gulped another sip of his drink, "I thought you were a Mexican girl, you are very dark."
"Well, I am French and when the sun tans my skin I do get so dark people mistake me for Mexican. But let me tell you something, sir, a French girl can do anything a Mexican chick can and sometimes even better." I opened my mouth and twirled my tongue around inside so he'd get the point. He got the point, and grinned.
"Honey, why don't you join me for a drink?"
I had a couple drinks with him and then he said, "How'd you like to pick up some easy money? I'm having a little get-together and I need some entertainers."
"What kind of entertainers?"
"What kind do you think?" he winked.
"I sing," I giggled.
"Do you ... ?"
He hesitated. Reaching over tor some pictures in a magazine he had opened he handed them to me. I looked at them and flipped. It was a screwing orgy. People had their bodies in all kinds of positions. It was like nothing I ever saw before. Inter-locking bodies.
"Would you like to go to a party like that?" he asked eagerly.
"Depends on how much is in it for me," I said tightly.
"You American people," he shook his head. "Always seeing dollar signs."
"I'll take it in Mexican money ... if it's enough."
"I'll make it worth your while. We have another chick who says she entertains, but, she's a Mexican girl and she's used to what us American guys want, lots of sucking and you know, everything."
I'd seen a play suit and a couple of swim suits I dug and I didn't have the money to buy them and Mom wasn't about to give me any. I could sneak away from her, telling her some Mexican kid was dating me, some college kid from the University of Mexico. This would impress her. Then I could go about my business. But the price. I needed fifty dollars.
"Fifty dollars, senor," I told him flatly.
He nearly fell out of his chair.
"Fifty dollars, senorita, that ees a lot of money," he quipped sarcastically.
"Not to a rich Americano like yourself," I smiled, flashing my most appealing smile, opening my mouth round like so he could imagine slipping his dick between my cherry red lips.
He scratched nervously and ordered another drink.
"I'm a mechanic on vacation," he said nervously, "I'm no lawyer or doctor, just a horny working man."
"If my action at the party isn't worth that much, just forget it. I've forgotten it," I said coldly and began walking away from him. Making sure I wiggled my ass just enough to keep his eyes popping out of their sockets.
"Come back here, come back," he said anxiously.
"Tell you what I'll do," he knitted his wrinkled, leathery forehead. "If you'll do what we tell you it will work out."
"I'll do it," I told him. "As long as you pay for it, I'll do it."
He gave me his room number and told me I could show up around ten that night. This posed a problem. Mom might get suspicious if I came in too early in the morning. Midnight had been my witching hour back home. She had no reason to suspect I was doing things. I'd covered my tracks well ever since Dad and I got caught making it that unlucky night.
"Now, you get home early. Don't let that handsome young college boy who likes you have sex with you," she advised. "I'm speaking bluntly because I know girls these days."
"That's not me," I told her sharply.
"Well, I didn't think so honey," she smiled, kissing me good-bye, but, she frowned as I walked away.
Once in front of our hotel I took a taxi to the Hotel Tropicale. It was one of those beach-front places set on a small cliff with a spectacular sea view.
I found room four hundred and five quickly and then it dawned on me. I was three hours early. It was seven after seven and he told me ten. To pass the time I decided to take a walk along the beach. It was a dark night with little moonlight. The waters looked like black velvet sweeping in across the sand. I heard someone call out lightly. "Over here, baby."
I knew better than to ever walk over to strangers in the dark. I knew it was deadly dangerous. But something pulled me just the same.
"Who are you?" I demanded.
"Come over here and see," the voice replied smoothly. If only I had brought a flashlight or had some way of knowing who was calling me. Walking briskly over to the secluded chairs on the beach which were covered with huge bamboo umbrellas the voice sounded louder.
"You're a nice looking chick," a young man's voice startled me with its closeness.
I almost stumbled over him. Looking down in the chair I saw a tough but handsome square-jawed young man. He was strong and his rippling chest muscles made him look like a Muscle Beach barbell enthusiast. A white towel was draped over his crotch.
"Why don't you join me listening to the sea?" he asked invitingly.
"Sure," I said.
He turned on his transistor radio and found some soft dreamy music and I then saw him put a small bottle to his lips and gulp.
"Here," he said, handing it to me.
"I don't drink," I told him flatly.
"Yes, you do," he said, throwing one arm across me, pinning me to the chair. "You drink, now go ahead and drink like a good girl."
"I'll scream," I tested him.
His hand clamped across my mouth. I struggled.
Realizing he had me helpless I thought I might as well play along with him.
"I've got to go," I said, when he removed his hand which had pressed so hard against my mouth my teeth ached.
"Whatcha gotta do?" he slurred.
"None of your business."
He laughed, holding me down with one hand. "How many men you fucked on this beach?"
"What's it to you?" I snapped.
His eyes just looked at me strangely, glazed, hungry. "I asked you a question. How many men you screwed on this here beach?"
"None," I told him.
"Then it's time you had one," he laughed roughly.
"If you hurt me I'll turn all the police in Acapulco loose on you."
"Like hell you will," he laughed raucously.
"What do you want me for?"
"You know ... you know," he leered, breathing his whisky breath in my face and looking down at my skimpy minidress. One hand shot under my skirt and he held it on my pussy.
Standing up, the towel fell and my eyes fell on his huge penis. "See what I got for you? Surprise! Surprise!" he kept on laughing but his hand reached for my head.
"Know how to blow a guy's dick?" he said roughly.
"No," I snapped.
"That's what they all say," he shook his head, still laughing deliriously.
I saw his huge organ staring at me, his big balls hanging between his legs, waiting to unload their juicy load in my mouth.
"You a hooker?" he asked gruffly.
"Course not," I spat at him.
"Yes, you are," he said emphatically. "I can tell a hooker when I see one. Cruisin' this beach all by yourself in the dark. You was out huntin' for sex and you found me. Now give me a blow-job and fast."
Turning away from the smelly old penis he was pushing into my face, I snapped, "Stop shoving that damned thing in my face!"
"Did I forget to pay?" he stammered, "oh, I'm sorry. Well, put this blowjob on credit. I'll pay later, you suck now."
"Get that dirty filthy cock out of here," I screamed at him. He slapped my face hard. Tears sprung to my eyes.
"Keep it down, cocksucker," he growled, "somebody might hear you."
I quieted. The pain searing through my face brought sharp ugly reality into quick focus.
"Now, you going to suck it?" he demanded.
I nodded.
"Then take it in your hands and give me a good blowjob. Go ahead, unless you want more of my fist in your face, but, I think you learned your lesson."
Nodding, I reached for his penis.
"Play with the balls while you suck my tool. Do it like a real pro ... you know how ... like you suck cocks when they pay you to."
The last thing I wanted to do was have him beat me to death. I'd read detective stories enough times to realize thrill-killers often have sex with their victims first. I could hardly force myself to suck him.
"You better get that big old prick crammed in your mouth and fast sweetheart," he smiled, or, I got news for you. "You're going to be damned sorry."
Gripping his huge penis in my hand I let him slide it in quickly. I reached for his huge balls and toyed with them. He wasn't a bad looking guy, it was just that he was crude and obviously dangerous because he was drunk.
While I sucked his dick, he put one foot on my chair and threw his head back and drank. Looking down at me he licked his lips. "That feels soooo good, just keep kicking, lover, keep licking that prick."
I sucked slowly, letting him build to his speed. Twirling my tongue around the head of it I let my lower lip drag back on the head of it to make him get all the erotic sensations my mouth could give him.
"You got a good, suckin' mouth," he nodded. "You are a pro baby or my prick ain't nine hard inches and I know my prick is nine, thick, hard delicious inches 'cause I measured it when I was sixteen and I ain't never forgot."
I put my hands on his buttocks and pulled him toward me. For an added kick I fingered his asshole. He really dug that.
"Hey, why don't you suck my asshole first," he laughed. He pulled his pecker out of my mouth, turned around and threw his big old ass in my face.
"Go ahead," he said smoothly. "I want you to suck my ass out."
I saw my chance. I lifted my knee and shoved. He fell flat on his face. I ran like lightning and he came after me. Glancing back I saw him far behind. His drunken state made it impossible for him to keep pace with me. And he was completely naked. I knew when I got within view of the hotel he'd have to hide in the shadows because he had no clothes on.
Making it to the hotel I thought it best to wait in the lobby. To make sure no one would proposition me I decided I would bury my nose in a magazine and read. Unfortunately all the magazines, even the American ones, were in Spanish, so I had to content myself looking at pictures.
I got a real jolt when I felt the seat next to me on the white Naugahyde lobby couch sink down deep. Looking up I saw the man on the beach who had chased me. He'd put on his swim trunks and a white beach shirt. He wasn't bad looking, but, after what I'd been through I was scared of him.
"Why'd you run away from me?" he whispered softly.
"Because I didn't want to suck your ass," I smiled.
"That's not a good enough reason," he grinned, "my ass is real nice suckin'."
"That's what you think," I smirked. "I'm afraid I'll have to break this enlightening conversation but I have to go."
"Please," he said urgently. "I've got to have you."
"You don't have a room here," I snapped. "Where would we do it, in the bushes."
"What's wrong with the bushes?" he smiled. I don't know what came over me but I got the sudden urge to make it with him. Man can be very persuasive when he Wants sex. The sly smile, the hard-on easily evident through his shorts, whatever it was I wanted him, desperately.
"I have an appointment at ten I must keep," I told him. "If we can be back here by then."
"I was right," he laughed. "You are in business."
His smart-ass crack almost tipped the scales. "I'm leaving." I got up and was about to go. He closed in. I felt him tight against my body. "No," he said severely. "Just five minutes and I can get it off."
"Where?"
"I know the perfect place," his eyes glistened. "On top of the hotel."
I followed him as he walked through the lobby, down a tile-floored hallway and waited before the elevator. He pressed the button and we got in. Other people were on the elevator and I made it a point to say nothing. When we did get out we were the only ones on the elevator. He walked down a small hallway and up a flight of stairs.
"Through here," he said quietly. I followed onto an unforgettable sight. We were on the roof of the hotel. A blanket of sparkling stars glistened in the dark sky. The moon was shining through now and the waters were blue-black below. I'd never seen anything like it.
"It's beautiful," I said, awe-stricken at the beauty all around me.
"I'm sorry I frightened you earlier," he said softly.
"I acted pretty bad myself," I told him.
"This is a perfect place. They never got the money to finish this penthouse suite over here and the rest of the roof isn't really finished either. The hotel ran out of money."
"That's too bad."
"For the hotel," he smiled, "but not for us." I followed him as he walked into the white stucco shell of the penthouse. The ceiling was gone but the walls were up. The windows looked out on their fabulous ocean, moonlit views.
"Strip me," he asked tenderly, "and I'll strip you."
I undid his white linen shirt. I unzipped his swim trunks and pulled them down slowly. His beautiful prick popped out anxiously.
"See how hot I am for fucking?"
"Yes, yes, I see," I nodded. He unzipped my beige blouse and unzipped my miniskirt. Now I stood there in just my bra and panties. Putting his arms around me he kissed me tenderly, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. His wonderful penis pushed against my blue nylon panties. I began to moisten and he detected it.
"You dig me too, don't you?"
I nodded. "Yes, yes, I do."
"Supersexed, huh?" he grinned, undoing my bra. My titties were exposed to his hot, eager eyes.
Bending over he licked them and kissed them tenderly. "Baby, let me go down on you first. I'm a first-class pussy-eater."
"Wonderful," I smiled, "keep your tongue nice and stiff."
Dropping to his knees, he looked up at me.
"You don't have to tell me how to eat pussy. I learned that a long time ago."
"Who taught you?" I teased as he slid my sheer panties down my legs.
"A sweet burlesque girl," he smiled.
Then he put his face next to my pussy and held it there. I thought I'd go off right then. No man before had ever gripped my body so passionately. His strong firm hands gripped my ass cheeks, holding me tight.
"Isn't that nice," he said, licking on my slit.
"I think it's beautiful," I sighed. My response drove him on. He hastily licked away at my pussy and slipped his tongue in and swished it around. The touch of his tongue upon my erect clit sent me into convulsive movements. I thrust forward and he eagerly licked.
"Suck me," I sighed anxiously.
His moist mouth went over my cunt and his darting tongue stiffened and he licked, sucked, nibbled until he had my ass churning up a storm.
"Ohhhh, lover," I moaned, gripping his head. Glancing out at the moonlit bay I wished time could freeze, that this one passionate moment could remain intact, always ready to refer to when I needed something sensational, thrilling, momentous to draw upon. I came in his mouth. He eagerly lapped at my genitals.
Slowly he got up and looked into my eyes. Gently he pressed his lips on mine.
"You've got a sweet snatch," he said. "It was a lot of fun."
We kissed and then I dropped to my knees. He squatted. "Baby, will you suck my ass first?"
I lay down on the floor. From here I could see the stars looking down on me.
"What a beautiful sight," I gasped.
"My ass?" he asked.
"That too," I laughed. "I was looking up at the beautiful sky and watching the stars glimmer."
"My ass glimmers," he teased.
I got down below him now and raised my mouth to his buttocks. Carefully pulling his cheeks apart, I shot my tongue in his crack. I sucked on it in slow teasing motions. Then I stiffened and shoved the whole thing up his asshole.
"Ohhhhh, I like that. I like that," I gasped.
"Good eating ass, isn't it?"
"You've got a beautiful body. You're all muscle."
Lowering his ass in my face, he commanded, "Suck it. Suck my ass out. That's it, ass-licker ... keep sucking."
His humiliating talk excited me all the more. I thrust my tongue high into his asshole and licked away. Reaching over to his penis I pulled it. He was enjoying himself. I gripped the sides of his buttocks and stroked him.
"Ohhhhh, that's great," he said. "Best ass-eater in the world."
I kept gripping his buttocks and tongue-fucking him. From the way he moved his ass I sensed cocksucking time was nearing. Whirling around I got below his penis. He straddled my chest, lowering his ass cheeks on my tits. "Take it all in," he smiled. "You'll like what I've got in my balls just for you."
He was fabulous. His rigid darting dick thrust down my throat. His pulsating peter pushed quickly back and forth. I knew he was so hot he couldn't keep ramming it like that long. Grabbing on my head, he panted, "Hold tight. Here it comes." The sperm shot from his prick into my waiting mouth and I gulped it down eagerly.
He did taste wonderful, salty, delicious. Pridefully he pulled his pecker out of me. Glowing down he asked, "Aren't you glad you came up here with me?"
"Oh, yes, yes, I am," I assured him, patting his buttocks playfully. "I never met anybody like you before."
"You never will again," he winked.
"I've got to get going to my date."
"Good luck," he smiled as. I started dressing. Then he winked, "Should I say 'good suck!'?"
"Same to you, baby," I laughed, "We must do each other again sometime."
I turned away from him quickly. I had to, the reason being, I liked him. I'd learned long, long ago it was dangerous ever to like someone sexually. I determined never to let it happen again, not if I could help it.
When I found the right room number I pressed the buzzer. The older cat I met on the beach in the afternoon greeted me.
"Come in, come in," he smiled. I walked in the room and found it crowded with middle-aged, tough-looking men. Only one other woman was present and she was a Spanish or Mexican chick.
"Meet Mireya," he smiled. "You are ... "
"I'm Jan," I said, "pleased to meet you."
"You girls are going to get to know each other real well tonight," he grinned knowingly. I didn't like the suggestion in his tone.
"Here's something to wet your whistle," one burly, red-headed man smiled at me.
"Thanks," I said, taking the drink from him. The record machine was pouring out Mexican music and the men were all feeling no pain, several tequilas later.
"Let's go to the bedroom," my arranger suggested, a gleam flashing from his lusty eyes.
"The cash," I whispered.
"Oh, yes, later," he nodded.
"Later, nothing. Cash now ... or I go."
"Why, yes," he nodded. "That was fifty for you and twenty for her."
The Mexican chick watched. She caught on I was getting more than twice as much and her eyes glared at him.
She walked over to him and demanded, "Same for me."
The men turned to look at her. Her fiery black eyes told them she meant business.
"Yes, yes," he hedged, handing her the same amount as me. She smiled triumphantly and we continued in the direction of the bedroom.
"Now you two sweethearts will perform," the red-haired man grinned. "How about you chicks eating each other first?"
"Yeah," the cat who conned me into this stupid affair nodded, "it'll get our balls rolling."
"Very funny," I flared, "I never ate a girl before."
"Well, well," he shook his head, "it's about time you did. I've eaten lots of pussy in my time and I will give you my word, it's delicious."
The Mexican girl was stripping. I started to undress too. "How about a drink for me?"
"Yes, yes ... oil your insides," a pot-bellied, balding man agreed, pouring me a hefty drink.
I gulped it down and nothing seemed so horrible anymore. Funny how that little bit of liquor hits the spot. When I had my bra off the men were inspecting my titties like they'd never seen a pair of breasts before. Then I got out of my panties and when they got a load of my box swimming suits were being pulled off all over the place and their pickles popping up.
"Ohhhh, look at her pussy," one man gasped. "Isn't that a pretty pussy?"
"Stop all the yakking and let the girls perform," the pot-bellied codger laughed.
I hopped on the bed and lay flat on my back. She hastily straddled me. I saw her pussy coming closer to my mouth. She wasn't a bad number. I didn't exactly like the idea of screwing with my own sex, I was no Lez, I knew that. But business is business. And as her pussy came closer to my mouth I realized more than ever before what that means when you are in the sex business.
"Look at the chili-pepper go," the red-haired man said, his horny old dick poking straight out.
She threw her face into my cunt and soon her lips were quickly licking away at my cunt. I pulled her hips down to my face and slipped my tongue between her pussy-lips.
"Suck her, suck her, suck her cunt," the men chanted. I sucked with all my might. If they wanted a show I'd give them a show. So I sucked on her pussy until I thought my tongue would give out. Wouldn't she ever come? Her tongue did things inside me I can never forget. Her nibbling on my clit was better than any guy could ever do it. She lashed inside me.
"Suck, suck, suck," the men continued chanting. I applied my mouth to her pussy and sucked. She began dripping. Soon she was gushing. Her juice was trickling down my mouth as I ate her.
"Suck, suck, suck it," they panted.
I ate her and she got me coming in her mouth. She sucked and licked and finished the pussy action. The men then jumped on the bed and two men straddled us.
"Why don't you fill up all her holes?" the pot-bellied man asked excitedly.
One man shoved his huge tool in my mouth, another tried to get it up my cunt and the third worked his dong up my asshole.
I glanced over at Mireya. They were mounting her. It was awful. A pecker up her mouth, one up her pussy, and the third up her asshole.
The bed springs squeaked. Eight of us were on it and the men were plunging away like crazy men. I didn't think I could stand it when the third cock rammed up my ass. I thought it would tear me.
"Oh, God," I groaned, pulling the pecker out of my mouth.
"Get your mouth around my cock, get it, get it," the pot-bellied monster grunted as he tried to shove his slippery dick up my mouth again.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," he said, hot with burning lust, determined to get his rocks off in my mouth. I lay there and relaxed. I knew I had to take it.
"Suck it, baby," he said, when he had it in my mouth again. "Now, you're going. That's it. Eat it. Eat it up."
I felt him coming in my mouth and I wanted to spit it out. I hated his sweaty, smelly old pecker, but, what I knew now was that I had sold myself into one night of sex slavery.
The cocksmith ramming it up my cunt was thrusting in time to the thrusts of the man driving it up my ass. I felt their explosion as they both rammed hard.
"Suck, suck, suck," the man still draining his dong in my mouth, commanded hotly. I sucked, draining every drop out of his still lunging pecker. Then the men slid out of my ass, out of my cunt and the fucker screwing my face.
The next batch of cocks got on board my body and began thrusting. The man who straddled my chest, lowered his ass on my titties and held his huge prong in front of me.
"Like eating dick?" he asked.
"Sure, baby, you got some good hot sperms in there for me?"
"Yes, yes," he said, "I'll give it to you." He held my head with one hand and took his cock with the other and slid it in my mouth.
"Suck, suck, suck it off," he said, sliding it swiftly in and out. "Ohhhh, that's nice."
He jabbed it down my throat and I gobbled it down. Then the two men got on each side of me and began driving their tools up my ass and my cunt.
They had cum-slick riding.
"She's got a nice tight ass," the thrusting guy who was hammering in, commented.
"Her twat's tight too," the other fellow panted, drilling up my pussy.
It was the most nightmarish night of my life. Everybody got everybody else's juices going and we were all grinding out sex. I never thought I'd be an orgy girl. Now I knew what hell a hooker could go through.
I left that room determined I'd finish peddling pussy forever. I didn't want any more of this kind of sex. I felt I deserved better.
We left Acapulco and headed for home. When I started in college I decided I'd try to keep somewhat of a reputation. But on my first date the guy had to put his hand underneath my skirt and feel of my pussy.
"What you huntin' for?" I asked teasingly.
"Pussy," he smiled.
"Want to eat it?"
"Sure, can I?"
"Why not?" In spite of all my good intentions I was hooked on the idea of him eating me. So I simply pulled off my panties and lifted my mini, the skirt that must have been designed with pussy-eating in mind and fed him a nice warm meal.
He was so good at it I even served him seconds. Then I felt around for his hard prick and he loved it. Unzipping his pants I pulled out his prong and sure enough in just a few minutes I was eating his prick.
"Suck it," he said, as I slid my mouth over his tool. "Suck that cock!"
I applied all my innate skill and wide background in blowjobs to his pulsating penis. He appreciated it too. I could tell from the way he threw it to me. He thrust in nice, regular movements, slowly building to a shattering climax. When he came he shot such a load it splashed down the sides of my mouth and I licked to gobble up drippings.
"How about another load?" he smiled proudly.
"You got that much in your balls?" I asked.
"You bet I have," he chuckled. Then he began getting hard again.
"Doesn't it ever go down?"
" Never," he laughed.
Without complaining I slipped my mouth over his throbbing rod and began sucking.
"Ohhhhh, that's nice," he sighed. "Nice and easy. Second suck can be more fun than the first time round," he explained. "First time you're so hot you don't know what you're doing. When you get turned on too much, you fuck wild. Now, my balls are calm enough to fuck you a good long time."
Pulling on his balls I felt them tighten. I knew he was building to climax in spite of himself. I went down hard over his rod, letting it jab the back of my throat. He shoved. I sucked.
"Ohhh, damnit," he panted, "I'm coming again." Fastening my mouth tight to his dick I sucked him in. He shot a good load of hot cum, creamy and thick and I ate it again.
He wanted to fuck me up the cunt. But I felt damned lucky I didn't get babies from the Mexican orgy. Maybe all those middle-aged screws were sterile, I hope so, the rats, fifty dollars was ridiculous for the fuck-suck nightmare they put me through, ramming peters up my holes as fast as their pushing peckers could shove.
"Aw, hell, I'll shove that all behind me. It was hell, I mean hell," I told my new love Mike.
Mike was a horny bastard, but, when I refused him cunt-stabs he, didn't make a fuss.
"Long as I can eat it," he grinned-, "I'll be okay. Of course you gotta' take care of my tool when my balls need draining."
"I always do," I giggled reaching for his ding-dong.
Finally I graduated. Not from cocksucking, but, from college. I wasn't any quiz-kid genius or anything, but, I did manage to get my degree.
I began looking around for someone to take care of me. I didn't like the idea of being on my own, all alone in some cheapie apartment. I wouldn't think of sharing a place with another woman. With all those Lib movements and everything it isn't safe to room with another chick, I mean you take an awful risk she's some Lez, hot for your pussy too. And peddling pussy so everybody gets his licks just isn't my bag. Not that I'm downing Lezzies. Uh-uh ... it just isn't my bag. To each his own. That one cunt-lick job with Mireya was enough pussy-eating to last me a lifetime or two.
I finally found the man I love. He was someone I had to look up to. I mean, he didn't try to fuck me the first time he took me out. He waited until the second time. You may laugh! I can't, not these days. The horny tightwads buy a dime cup of coffee figuring they've paid squatter's rights on your pussy perimeter.
Joe and I dug each other. He was a little older, ten years to be exact. But where love is concerned, and I should add security, what's ten years?
He was stable. I mean he didn't smoke pot. And he didn't have any venereal disease. Anyway, he met me at a rock festival and we got to laughing over these two turned-on kids fucking up a storm bare-ass naked. It was hilarious. Of course we wouldn't ever do anything ridiculous like that. But it was a good free show that drew more applause than the rock artists. The rock artists got so jealous they said they'd all strip and screw if we didn't watch them.
I was so disappointed when the kids turned away from those crazy fuckers 'cause I swear those guys would have kept their word and fucked each other. Think how funny that would have been. I mean if you took pictures of that, they'd be collector's items someday.
Anyway, Joe and I made it at a motel all the way. We went ape over each other. Our long tongues, no doubt, were the biggest attraction. Not just length, but talent. It takes talent to lick, fuck, and suck and you'd better believe it. I've sucked and fucked some of the best dudes in town and they tell me I'm a supersucker.
We got married and we have kids and my husband gives it to me regular, twice during the week and the big-time on Saturday night. But I got tired of one pecker. When you've had it with different men you get bored with the same old cock. Not that there was anything wrong with Joe's cock, there wasn't. He was a great guy and a good screw. But, I wanted the excitement of different men. So, I went out to find some adventure.
I found it. I brought it home and I never figured he'd find out. But I was wrong. He just happened to phone when we were having sex and he overheard Bill in the background. I didn't think he heard him. He shot home from work on roller skates. When he caught me doing Bill you should have seen him. He pulled me off his pecker and said I was a no-good tramp. I had to leave him. He divorced me. But I'm not giving up trying to find a way to get over this sucking hang-up I have for different men and settle down.
SUMMARY
Janet did not realize how traumatic her childhood experience with her father had been in forming the fabric of her entire sex life.
The early experience had forged a sex act in her mind in such an indelible imprint that it was impossible for her to think of sex without instantly re-living the act of fellatio which she had been forced to endure as an impressionable child. Having learned to please her father in this warped sexual expression, she wanted to continue to please him subconsciously.
This subconscious drive which had never been eliminated through psychological counseling or hypnotic suggestion thus surfaced continuously throughout her adult life. The "sucking-compulsion" syndrome therefore became the dominating force in her sex life.
Her husband could not satisfy her sexual needs nor could any other single man. Her need for multiple gratification was in response to her childhood sexual conditioning aimed at oral satisfaction, specifically the man's anal and penis needs. There was no difficulty in Janet finding men who instantly were willing to accommodate her hang-up. The ease with which she could make contact sexually also worked against her in overcoming her dilemma.
All of the previous experiences she had had in pleasing men with her mouth stood between her and marital adjustment. When she would perform fellatio with her husband it still was not the same sexual exhilaration she'd experienced over and over with other men and groups of men as in the Mexican orgy situation. She had so conditioned her sexual responses that any marriage or normal sexual relations adjustment was unthinkable without penetrating analysis, followed by deep hypnosis and treatment.
If her willingness to free herself from this "sucking compulsion" was greater than her desire to experience various sensual delights that always accompanied her sexual adventures- hope and help was hers for the asking.
When informed of what might be done, she revealed her true inner feelings.
"I didn't come here for a moral judgment to be passed on my sexual feelings and desires. I wanted to try to free myself from any guilt connected with the life I want to lead, not change completely."
Her unwillingness to consider changing her traumatic past for a wholesome, adjusted future was self-evident. Her case had to be dropped then and there. But one benefit did emerge. Janet has been made aware of what lies at the base of her incessant and apparently insatiable desire for oral sex. If she someday decides to take action, in a sincere and earnest attempt to rid herself of her crippling compulsions she will know help is available.
Chapter Four
There is nothing wrong for human beings to become attached to animals. Animals have long provided cheer, comfort and company for lonely humans. But, there is one situation that has been happening with amazing frequency lately and that is animal-sex attachments.
Take the case of Lenora R. Lenora was an attractive young school teacher. She came to me in desperation one day, flooding my desk with tears as she told her story of how much she loved her dog. At first I thought I should let her tell it on tape. However, when the cloudburst came I realized she needed the added dimension of human compassion, someone to listen. Knowing listening was as important as knowing all the facts I stayed in the office, but, did turn the tape on so I could consider all she had said later without her emotional outbursts coloring my analysis of her problem.
"I guess it began with Jim," she said softly. "Jim was my first and only love. He was killed in Viet-Nam and that's why it hurts me to even mention his name. But if I'm ever going to get help I must tell you how it happened."
I met Jim when we were in high school. We had so many things in common that it just seemed natural to think we'd get married someday. We didn't talk too much about it until he was drafted. Then everything happened.
"Let's get married," he begged.
"No let's wait, let's have a big church wedding like Mom has always dreamed of me having," I insisted.
"I can't wait," he said tightly. "I've got to have you." I broke down crying. I guess I'm old-fashioned like Mom, but, I don't think sex before marriage is right. I think people ought to have a little self-control. I thought that until Jim and I were together those last few days before he went overseas.
"Why don't we take a trip?" he suggested one day.
"How far?" I kidded him.
"As far as you want to go," he laughed. "Maybe we should drive to Canada."
"No," I told him. When we kept driving I noticed we were going to his lake cottage. He had a determined look on his face and I didn't want to get him angry. But, I had a hunch he had sex burning in his loins. I glanced down at his legs and saw the bulging outline of his hard penis.
"Why don't you put your hand there?" he asked, observing me glancing at his crotch.
"Alright," I agreed.
"You could do something that would help me out," he smiled.
"While we're driving?" I asked, teasingly.
"Lots of people do it driving down the highway."
I felt. His hard dick excited my curiosity. I'd never seen a man's penis and feeling his hard prick turned me on.
"Baby, we're not going to be together much longer," he said softly.
"Yes ... "I nodded.
"Unzip my pants, will ya'?"
Slowly I unzipped his pants. Now I could feel his hard cock straining in his tight shorts.
"Take it out and look at it," he smiled.
I eased it out. I was surprised what a big cock he had. I could tell he was real proud of it.
"Nobody would know if you bent over and sucked on it for me," he said.
"What if somebody went by in a truck? They could see what we were doing. No, I'm not going to ... "
"Forget about other people. Think about us," he pleaded. "Just kiss it."
I didn't think there would be any harm in kissing the head of it so I bent over and kissed it. He took advantage of his opportunity and shoved it in my mouth and began pushing. I didn't want him to get so worked up he'd get in an accident so I put my mouth around his pushing tool and sucked. He rammed it back and forth with all his might, panting, groaning, really giving it to me.
I'll admit I was surprised. I liked it.
"Get set for my stuff," he said, tensing his legs. He reached down and held my head with one hand, steering with the other. He exploded in my mouth. I sucked him in. He gave me a good load and I ate it all.
"Let's go to my folk's lake cottage," he said, stroking my hair gently. I just toyed with his cock and nodded.
"Sure honey, I'll go."
When we pulled up to his cottage I got out from under the wheel and he zipped up his pants. We got out and went in.
"Just don't get me pregnant," I pleaded.
"I won't," he promised.
"It isn't that I don't love you or want you to give me a baby, but, we're not married and you will be gone and ... "
"And I may die," he shot back. "Nothing will be left behind to remind you of me ... not a trace ... nothing ... is that the way you want it?"
"You know how my mother is about that wedding," I tried to make him understand.
"I know you had to choose, big wedding, or, me. You're risking us on your Mom's dream of a big old wedding where she can get back all the gifts she's been giving, begrudgingly, no doubt, all these years."
"Are we going to argue or make love?" I asked.
He turned away and didn't answer. Knowing one thing would get his attention I started stripping. When I was completely nude he turned back and looked at me.
"Ohhh, baby, you look beautiful," he gasped.
Hastily he got out of his clothes. We climbed on the bed and soon we were necking. His tongue found my tongue and we Frenched while his chest pressed down hard on my hardening nipples. He reached down and played with my pussy. He was getting me so hot I thought I'd shoot.
"Suck my titties," I pleaded.
"Is that an order?" he asked.
"Yes," I smiled. "Sucking my titties is an order!" Without saying another word he applied his mouth to my titties and sucked smoothly, nibbling at my nipples till my body tingled with sexual ecstasy.
Feeling my pussy, he looked at me.
"Want me to do it just once?"
For a frightful second I almost agreed. But, then I thought of what might happen.
"Eat my pussy lover," I told him. "Like I ate your cock ... come on eat It."
He went down and gently licked away at the edges, the touch of his tongue driving me to a state of passionate frenzy.
"Love me, love me," I groaned, turning and twisting. His firm arms held me in place, his hot tongue found my moist pussy lips and he licked along my slit. He thrust his tongue anxiously inside my cunt and eagerly licked. My clitoris hardened and he sucked on it greedily. Sensations I never knew existed flooded through my body as I moaned and groaned in delight.
"Suck me ... ohhhhh, darling," I begged, "Suck me." He applied his tongue in skillful, thrusting movements. Hardening it, he reached deep inside me, lashing me with his love.
"Ohhhhhh, darling, I love you. I love you," I gasped.
Gushing in his mouth, he licked hungrily. Never before had I dreamt there were so many wild and wonderful sexual feelings that could surge through the body when one connects physically with their soul-mate.
As he ate me, I knew what we had been missing for so long. I resented the fact it had to end in a few short days. I wished we could always be together, interlocked in love.
Pulling his tongue from my pussy, he licked his lips and smiled like a little boy whose been in the jam jar.
"Like it?"
"What do you think?" I laughed.
"Just asking," he teased me. "Why don't we try a few more things?"
Looking down I could see his penis hardening again.
"What kind of things?" I asked him, curious to know what other sensual excitement he had running through his erotic mind.
"Go down there," he said, pointing to his crotch.
I slid anxiously down to his crotch. He raised his buttocks for me and spread his ass.
"What am I supposed to do?" I laughed.
"Eat my ass out," he smiled.
"How do you eat ass?"
"Just use your tongue. Poke your tongue out and lick all around my asshole."
I stuck my tongue out and he pushed his ass closer to me. Then I whipped it around and he churned his butt about.
"Hold my cheeks," he smiled. "When your tongue dips in there I can't hold still."
Gripping his ass I held him still while I licked away. He did have a beautiful body. I'd always admired his body when we went swimming. But this was the first time I'd ever seen his bare buttocks. He was firm and round, his asshole was tight and difficult to enter.
"Stiffen your tongue," he commanded. "You'll never get it up my asshole if you don't."
Obeying him I stiffened my tongue and slid myself way up inside his hot ass. He churned about and I gripped his buttocks tightly so I wouldn't lose my tongue-connection.
"Ohhh, that feels nice," he said. "I've heard a lot about ass-eating but this is the first time I ever had anybody eat my ass out. It's delicious."
"Suck, suck it," he breathed heavily. "Suck my asshole." Driving my tongue in and out I managed to give him a good tongue lashing.
"My cock will explode if you don't get your mouth on it," he panted.
Pulling out of his shiny asshole I licked his balls and then glided my tongue along the length of his shaft and crowned the top of it with my mouth.
"Suck it off," he gasped. Gripping it firmly in my hand I plunged my mouth over it. When the head of his dick got the feel of the back of my throat that was it.
"Ohhhhhhh, that's great. I got great cock-thrust. Car fucking is no good. I got the angle of the dangle right now," he grinned, thrusting with all his might.
I took it all in, nearly choking on it.
"Ohhhh, baby, suck me," he pleaded. "Suck me." I sucked him. Bobbing my head up and down I'd let him slide the length of it out and in. But as he neared climax he wanted to keep most of it in and just keep pumping.
"Now, that's it. Faster ... take it in faster," he begged as he hammered it home. "Grip my balls," he begged. "Ohhhh, that's nice. That's real nice."
With one hot jab his cum spurted in my mouth. His delicious creamy fluid shot down my throat and I eagerly sucked the remainder. Slowly sliding my mouth off his pecker I held him closely. He threw his hands on my head and pinned me to his crotch.
"You do love me," he sighed. "You do."
When his cock was out of my mouth after I quit nibbling its head playfully, I whispered, "Of course I do."
It was wonderful just loving each other like that. No inhibitions. No guilt. No shame. Just love staring me in the face. I dropped his cock and told him we better be heading back home. On the way home he stopped at a pet shop and I asked him why.
"I want to get you something to remember me by,"-he said.
"A dog?"
"Yes," he nodded.
We looked around for the right dog. His eye saw a Great Dane. I knew he was sold on that dog.
"How much?"
"Oh, you do have a good eye for dogs, don't you sir?" the shop owner smiled.
"How much?"
"Well, you see that dog is a very special one. He comes from a good line of dogs. His great, great grandfather was the winner of the International Blue-Ribbon Dog Show three times."
"Now, that's real nice sir, but, I'm interested in how much all this great background is going to cost me."
"At three hundred dollars you are getting a bargain."
"Three hundred dollars?"
"Why, yes sir," he said courteously. "I guess you are not familiar with prices of dogs."
"That's a lot of money."
"That's a lot of dog."
Taking out his checkbook he wrote a check for three hundred dollars.
I was so excited, so happy, so overwhelmed at having made frantic love to Jim that I was floating on a cloud. My drug was his cock. His drug was my pussy. Together we had explored the marvelous mysteries of manhood and womanhood and now this beautiful dog, with its almost human eyes, had become a symbol of our love.
"What'll we call him?" I asked.
"That's a good question," he said, knitting his brows in deep thought.
"I know," he cried out, "I know. We can call him Lover. He's our love-symbol. He will be your reminder of me while I'm gone."
"Beautiful," I said, turning to look at the wonderful dog. "Lover, jump up here."
Almost as if he understood his name the first time I called him, he leaped into the front seat and snuggled up to me.
"Hey lover, that's not fair," Jim kidded, "I bought you out of bondage and you snuggle up to her."
"He's a boy. What did you think you bought? He's not queer for you."
"I hope he's not going to be competition for me while I'm away," Jim laughed, "I never thought of that. Maybe I should ask for a refund."
Reaching over to feel his third leg I assured Jim, "No cock on earth could ever match yours, not even Lover's dong."
"You've got a dirty mind," he laughed.
Four days later I went with Jim and his folks to the airport. He kissed me good-bye and I couldn't keep back the tears. He looked at me lovingly and tried to be brave.
"What are you crying about?" he laughed without humor, "I'm just going to be gone a few months and then I'll come back and we'll be flying off together on a nice long honeymoon."
"Yes," I tried to smile through the tears that wouldn't quit coming.
Then he laughed, "You take good care of Lover, you hear?"
"Yes, yes, I will," I smiled. "I won't forget you because your buddy Lover will always be near me."
He kissed me like he'd never kissed me before and a shudder swept through my body. A sort of nameless fear it was the last kiss. I watched until his plane was out of sight in the blue skies and then began the long walk back to the lobby. Jim's Dad and Mother tried to cheer me. They told me to consider them as parents and to drop around anytime. I loved them for being so kind, but, when Jim was gone, seeing them and the place he'd lived all of his life would hurt, not help.
"Mom," I finally blurted, "I want to be on my own."
"That's ridiculous," she said tightly. "You need me now that Jim is gone. Who are you going to have for company?"
"Lover," I laughed. Lover walked over to me and wagged his tail enthusiastically.
"Well," she snapped, "If you feel the dog is more company than your own dear Mom ... alright!"
"I didn't put it that way."
"Well, I did," she pouted.
I didn't pay any attention to her complaining. I wanted to be alone with Lover and with my love for Jim. Mom was a shabby reminder of a big mistake I had made. If Jim never came back he would be gone forever. But, if I'd let him give me a baby, there might be some raised eyebrows, but, I'd still have his child. I loved him so much, I just knew there could never be another man who could take his place.
Finding a nice apartment that would take my dog I came home one day and told Mom flatly, "I'm moving out."
"You wouldn't do that to me," she said in mock shock.
"Oh Mom, don't make it rough on me. I've got to grow up sometime."
"But you need me now. You really do. Think it over. Please, please don't leave me," she began crying.
Instantly it flashed through my mind. It was her tears, her insistence that made light surface. Mom had been afraid of being alone. She might have gone so far as to insist I didn't marry Jim because she wanted me. Her selfishness appalled me and made me all the more determined to get away from her.
When I had made the move I found how marvelous it was to be free of her continuing influence. She was never content to let me grow up. Perhaps it was because Dad had died so long ago and she'd been on her own with two kids and very little money. But her sad situation wasn't of my creation. She knew I had to grow up finally and now I was an adult.
Jim's letters tortured me. They reminded me of our sex together that one day. When I would try to sleep I couldn't. My mind kept flashing back to his beautiful naked body. I could see him stretched out on that bed, his beautiful buttocks raised up to me. I wanted to lick his ass out once more. I could see him turning over, throwing his powerful penis into my face. The thick meaty head of it tortured me in memory. How many times I wanted to wrap my hot mouth around it and suck it off.
Then I'd remember his loving me. I'd remember his fingers exciting me when he diddled down there. His tongue, ohhh, that hot tongue, lapping, licking loving.
I'd twist my hips in torture-memories of his thrusting tongue eating my pussy. I'd remember all too painfully the moment I gushed in his hungry, anxious mouth.
"Love me," he'd say, "Love me," and then he'd throw his full force of his tongue inside my tight pussy and eagerly eat me up.
I'd grown accustomed to sleeping with Lover. Lover was growing up to be a big boy now and I found him great company. One night when my pussy was on fire and there was nothing I could do to stop the ache in my crotch I thought of something. Why not let Lover lick me. What would make him want to do it? I got up and got some sweet oil out of the kitchen cupboard. I took off my nightie and spread the oil all around my pussy. Lover bounded out of bed and watched me. His expression was a question mark. Why are you doing that? That's exactly what his face seemed to be asking. I hopped back on bed, reached for the big picture of Jim and looked into his eyes for a long moment. Then I tapped my tummy where the sweet oil had been rubbed and encouraged Lover to lick. Lover was a smart dog and didn't require maps or force. Instinctively he read my actions and went to licking my tummy. I kept staring at Jim's picture, trying to hypnotize myself into thinking the tongue that was licking so eagerly away at my body was him. The illusion worked. My juices began building. I knew that this was it. Lover got down to my pussy slit and almost as if he was a born lover slipped his tongue in my crack.
I moved now like it was Jim's hot tongue lashing away inside my box. I kept staring at Jim's picture and Lover licked faster as my cunt twisted for him. Finally it happened. My juices flowed and Lover licked.
"Ohhhhhh, Jim, Jim," I cried out, "I love you. I love you!" Lover didn't care if I called out Jim's name instead of his. As long as he could eat me, he was satisfied. When he'd finished his nice warm meal he turned to look at me. I reached over to the night stand with my picture and left it there. Lover came back to bed with me and I slept well for the first time in weeks.
The next morning I felt kind of funny at first reflecting on what I'd done. Then I got to thinking. Maybe Jim got me this beautiful dog so I could have some love. Maybe he thought it would keep me faithful to him. Why, of course, I laughed out loud. Why else would he pay three hundred dollars for the dog? It was the only thing that made sense. I called Lover over to me and hugged him. He was such a wonderful companion, such a loyal lover.
As the days glided by Lover and I became closer and closer! It seemed Lover instinctively knew what I needed sexually. Then the dark day I'd always feared so much came. The day when I learned Jim was gone. I thought I'd go out of my mind crying.
Mom came over. "You see, dear, I was only thinking of you," she said consolingly. "Think of it. If Jim had married you and you were pregnant now with his child your life would have been ruined. It is almost impossible for a girl with somebody else's baby to find a man, the kind of man you should have."
"Stop it, stop it," I lashed out at her. "I loved him. I would give anything in the world to have his baby in my body this moment. Jim would still be living in me. What do I care about any other man? Can't you understand there are people who love, I mean love deeply, so nothing else matters. To hell with all your practical scare shit. Now, clear out of here, get out of my life and let me and my dog alone."
Lover looked at her menacingly.
"That dog frightens me."
"You frighten him," I snapped. "Now beat it."
"Only because I know you're out of your mind over Jim's death do I allow you to speak that way to me," she said coldly.
"I'm facing reality for the very first time in my life, the very first time," I sobbed. "Please leave me alone."
"I never stay where I'm not wanted," she said huffily.
"Good-bye," she snapped and slammed the door for emphasis.
I knew it might mean forever and I didn't care. Nothing could console me now. I needed a drink. I needed someone. Anyone. A nameless, faceless, soulless person who would hold me very close. Close enough to lose the shakes I felt as my body trembled under the impact of the vacuum Jim's loss left in my tortured life.
It was just starting to get dark. I pulled the blinds closed and peeled off my clothes and went to bed. Lover jumped in with me. He seemed to know I needed loving. Clutching Jim's picture in my hand I spread sweet oil on my pussy. Lover went to it, licking, sucking away. As I got turned on, he tucked his tongue inside my box and ate me. When I gave him my love juices he lapped them up gratefully. I could sleep now. Putting Jim's picture back I fell asleep. Then the hours raced by and when I woke it was nearly ten o'clock. I remembered it was Saturday night and an idea flashed through my mind. Tonight I needed someone to love. Maybe I could find a man who'd let me love him. I didn't want him poking his pecker up my pussy. Children from some strange man was not what I needed. I needed hairy old sex. Balls, cocks, sperm shooting. This was what I needed. Lover had eaten my pussy so I didn't feel the need of any dirty old tongue licking down there. Lover was real clean and I did have feeling for him. But a cock like Jim's would console me now. I got up, showered and dressed. I tried to think of the best bar I could find to pick up a man, preferably some service man who needed sex.
I took a taxi to the Hi-Lo" Club on the far side of town where nobody from my office or area where I lived would recognize me. That would be all I'd need at this point, to have somebody tell Mom I was boozing and cruising the day I found out Jim was gone. She'd never understand. I barely understood, but, I felt some kind of force driving me, like I was compulsively driven to find some guy's big old dong to suck, silly as that must sound.
Inside the bar I figured the pick-up spot was the counter. I took a stool at the far end and surveyed the men who were all surveying me. I saw one fat, balding monster who was giving me the eye. With my luck he'll make the first pitch. I was right. And his sickening smile started his tired pitch, "Good evening, young lady," he grinned. "You new around here?"
I didn't answer.
"Well, you don't need to get nasty with me," he blurted belligerently. "I mean, you don't come to this kind of place without asking for the make to be put on you. I guess my lettuce is just as green as the others."
I kept focusing on one handsome young serviceman who had watched me from the moment I stepped in the door. I figured that he might help me out of this ugly tangle I'd gotten myself into and offer me himself at the same time. Of course I'd accept, only I wished he'd make his move. It was awful being a woman and having to wait. Men had all the breaks. If they liked something, all they had to do was ask for it. Hideous, ugly, old, fat and foolish men all thought their cock made them sexually equal to the most fabulous woman available. What lies those monster-fuckers fooled their egos with to keep their balls running.
"He bothering you?" the handsome, dark-haired serviceman finally interrupted.
"Yes," I said, glaring at the sonofabitch who wouldn't give up. "I think I've given him every indication I find him revolting."
"You cheap little cunt," he growled, moving away.
"Let's cut out of here," I said quickly.
"Yes baby," he smiled. I got up and he followed me out the door.
"Well, ain't we choosy tonight," I heard the fat man grumbling in the distance.
The young soldier looked at me hotly once we were outside. He knew what I wanted. I guess it was written all over me. But, how to get the thing set up satisfactorily was the big problem.
"Can I take you someplace?" he asked timidly.
"Where are you staying?"
"I'm not," he said quietly. "I just been sleeping in all night dirty movies."
"Would you like to find a hotel or ... ?"
"Yes, yes," he glowed, "We can find a nice place. King size bed ... champagne ... the works."
He hailed a taxi and a few moments later we pulled up in front of the biggest hotel in town. I guess he really dug me. We got out and he whispered, "I'll say your my Mrs. okay?"
Feeling my first pang of guilt I had to ask, "You're not married, are you?"
"Only to you," he smiled, "Okay?"
We signed in as man and wife and the desk-clerk wasn't one bit suspicious. We had a beautiful room with a king size bed and parallel mirrors on sliding doors for the closet. The bathroom was huge, all white marble.
"Why all this?"
"Why not?" he laughed. "You're a chick who appeals to me, why not do it up right?"
He picked up the phone and asked for champagne to be sent to our room. A few moments later a young bell boy brought it to our door in a silver bucket laden with ice cubes. Maybe it was a kind deal from the hand of fate, somehow compensating for what had happened to me when I lost Jim. I don't know. Nothing like it ever happened before or since.
"Let's take a bath or shower or whatever," he said, starting to strip.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Does it make any difference?"
"To me, it does," I smiled.
"Call me Bill."
"My name is Lenora."
"Glad to meet you Lenora. I hope we have a sensational time. How much?"
Tears instantly came to my eyes. "How much?"
"Yes," he grinned, "I know you have to live too."
"It's on the house," I said, nibbling my lip nervously.
"You're not like all the others," he said.
"I hope not," I sighed. "You're my first pickup!"
"You a virgin?" he asked, his eyes lighting delightedly.
"You might say that," I grinned.
"I don't believe it," he said tightly. "Every girl as sharp as you has been fucked. They're all virgins, I know."
"I've had some sex, but, nobody's had my cherry."
"Can I have it?" he asked delightedly. "I dig breaking virgins in. I mean, I never had one before."
"Then we're both virgins in that way," I laughed.
"Yeah," he grinned. "That's nice."
We took our time showering and he asked me to soap his back. I ran the soap slowly over his smooth skin, deliberately enjoying every moment I had to touch his bare body.
Turning around his penis jutted out.
"Wash it for me," he smiled.
I washed it carefully and reached down to jiggle his balls.
"Ohhhhh, I like it, I like it," he, groaned.
"Wash me," I laughed. He soaped my asshole and went to work on my pussy when I turned to face his rigid dick.
"You've got a body," he grinned greedily eyeing me all over.
"And you've got a nice long prick," I giggled, squeezing it playfully.
"I like it," he smiled.
"So do I," I nodded, pumping it up and down.
"You like to suck it?"
"I can't wait to suck you," I laughed.
We finished showering, dried off and went back to the bedroom. He threw back the bedspread and the white sheets never looked better to me. Hopping quickly on the bed I turned on some soft music. He walked over to the champagne bucket, took a couple of glasses in one hand and the bottle with the other. Coming over to me he handed me both of them.
"Hold them while I pour some drinks for us."
The sparkling cool champagne bubbled as it splashed in the glass. We drank a couple of glasses each and then he said, "How about starting with some sucking?"
"Sure," I smiled.
"You tell me what you want to do and I'll let you do it."
"Turn over on your stomach," I insisted. He did. Then I got down between his legs and pressed my titties on his firm, round buttocks.
"You've got a nice ass," I laughed.
"I like those titties," he smiled down at me.
Then I moved down and buried my face in his buttocks, kissing him lavishly. My tongue licked away eagerly and he accommodatingly spread his buttocks for me. Soon I was slipping my tongue way inside his ass. Arching his asshole up for me so I could get in easily I continued eating his ass.
"You're the best ass-sucker I've ever had," he grinned. "You should go in business."
His compliment fired me up to suck him even better.
"Raise your legs," I told him.
"Like this," he smiled, lifting his legs way up in the air.
"Yes," I grinned, glancing in the mirror at his handsome naked body waiting to be loved.
"Now, you get up there and eat it," he panted.
The view of his cock, the position of his balls, it was a stimulating, erotic sight to see. He had a body that would turn any woman on. How lucky I was to get to love him. Jabbing my tongue quickly up his asshole I sucked him out. He had trouble holding still from the way he pitched his buttocks from one side and the other.
"Hold still," I said, trying to grip his cheeks firmly.
"When you turn me on like that, how can I?"
"Try," I insisted, as I gripped his buttocks firmly and again applied my tongue jabbing movements to his asshole. When I saw his huge penis getting harder and harder I couldn't wait to suck on it.
"Okay," I laughed, pulling my tongue out of his ass. "Let's have your prick."
"You're a real sucker," he laughed. "You like to suck, don't you, you like my asshole, huh?"
"Yes, I do," I assured him.
"I'll drink to that," he slurred, pouring himself another drink. Gulping it down he remembered he forgot to give me a drink too. Making fast amends he poured another. "Here's a drink for you too," he said handing me one. I needed it. All this wonderful sucking and fucking and loving was almost too much. After being without it for so long it was hard to have so much at my disposal. After the next drink I was raring to go. Gripping his rod firmly in one hand I began licking the length of his cock. I tickled his balls with my tongue until his body shivered and then capped the crown of his cock with my mouth.
"Suck it," he panted. "Suck my dick."
Thrilled to hear him command me to eat him, I took the whole thing in. Touching the back of my throat he got all excited all over again.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, that's beautiful. That is real fuckin'. Suck it ... suck it off ... eat my cum ... oh, baby, I've got a big load of it in my balls ... just for you ... keep that up ... more, suck, suck, ahhhhhhhh!"
Lost in the fury of the force of his fuck I forgot about everything in that moment. The closeness of his crotch excited me. His thick thighs on each side of me. His heavy sweaty balls. The smell of him here. I loved him.
"Cocksucker, suck," he said, sliding it in and out. Then he gripped my head with his hands and began his wild thrusts. "Eat it ... eat my pecker ... eat it ... oh, baby, suck my cock."
We were one, locked in love's most intimate embrace. His fabulous lunging penis pushing into my mouth. I pulled on his balls. I got a wild idea. Why not poke a finger up his ass and guide his charging buttocks as he gave his inches to me. Shoving the finger up his ass I guided him.
"Ohhhhhhh, I dig that. I dig that. Keep it up. Keep that up. Just what you're doing now. Ohhhhhh, that's nice. Beautiful. Beautiful."
"Oh baby, I can't stand it. I'm going. Ohhhh, gobble that prick. Suck my stuff. Eat it ... eat it up, lap it up, baby. You're eating man, baby ... hot, juicy prick-juice!"
The creamy thick cum shot from his pecker in a powerful jet-stream. I devoured every creamy drop of his fluid and then he tensed his legs, thrusting up for a few last plunges.
"Mmmmmmmm, baby, that was just great. Good to the last drop ... keep sucking."
When I'd completely devoured his dick I slipped my mouth off his penis and just rested my head in his crotch. He was a beautiful man. He began smoking and laughed.
"I never knew I was going to hit it lucky," he chuckled. "I mean it isn't every day you get a nice chick like you to go down on your cock."
"What are some of the women like you've had?"
"Whores," he laughed.
"No," I insisted, "Don't just call names, tell me what they were like."
"Oh, they're not bad, but, they're not good if you know what I mean. Some older chicks usually who can't make a living any other way. Sometimes you find a nice young hooker who gives you a good fuck. But, there are problems."
"Why can't you tell me about the problems?"
"I can," he continued laughing, "if you want to hear about them."
"I do," I assured him.
"Well, a lot of these gals don't have any home. I mean they're like orphans. They grow up with everybody putting the make on them and then somebody pays them for doing it. That's when they catch on they can sell pussy."
"That's kind of sad, isn't it?"
"You bet it is," he said firmly. "Those little whores lose their cunts. I mean big pricks stretch those cunts all out of shape. Then if they get kids and they don't do one hell of a lot of exercises they're no good to fuck anymore. You could drive a truck through some of them cunts."
"Mine's nice and tight," I told him.
"That's why I want to eat it," he said, slipping down to meet my pussy. He began licking hungrily.
"You eat a lot of pussy?"
"Yes, if it's a nice clean cunt I don't mind eating it. A chick like you keeps it clean," he smiled.
"Eat me," I said hotly.
"You betcha', baby," he said, guiding his tongue into my box. He really had the tongue of a man who'd done a lot of cunt-licking. He knew just how to keep it real stiff and when he used his teeth on my clit I thought I'd gush.
"Ohhhhhh, I love that, I love that," I moaned.
"I thought you would," he laughed. "All the cunts I've eaten say nibbling is the greatest."
"Nibble, nibble me," I ordered him. His teeth again went into my clitoris. Lashing his tongue around inside my warm cunt was about the nicest thing any man could do for a girl I concluded.
I threw my legs up and he placed a pillow under my buttocks so he could get his face in there and lick.
"Suck, suck, suck it," I told him, just like he told me. This turned him on. My unconventional ways were exciting him. I was sure as hell no hooker and he had himself a fresh piece of ass. No wonder he rejoiced.
"Pussy eater," I giggled. "Eat that pussy. Get that juice. Hit that love button, suck on it ... ohhhh, that's nice. You're a good pussy eater. They teach this in the army, or is it something you are born with?"
Humiliating comments made him grovel with his tongue still farther.
"Suck my ass, lover," I told him. He was so hot now I knew he'd do anything I wanted him to and I was taking full advantage of it. Holding my buttocks high, his tongue darted inside my ass and anxiously he sucked away.
"Beautiful," I groaned, "Beautiful. That is what I call ass-sucking ... keep it up ass sucker, keep it up."
He did. The lashing I took I will never forget. My pussy was starting to drip as my love juices began flowing. It would be awful if I came and his mouth wasn't there to suck his pussy dessert.
"Oh, baby, get back to my cunt ... I'm coming." He went back to my slit, swiftly sticking his tongue inside and tasting me. I threshed about and he gripped me tightly as he pinned his face to my pussy and ate me up.
"Why don't you and me get married?" he suggested.
"You're out of your mind," I told him grinning.
"Yes, yes, I am, but, it's delicious."
"One pussy-eating operation and you think we should marry."
"I can't think of a better reason," he said hotly.
"You don't even know if you'd enjoy fucking me," I told him frankly. "You've just eaten me."
"I'm horny to try that," he said excitedly. "Baby, I wasn't kidding. This is my first time. Let's put some towels under my ass, you know what I mean."
"Oh, oh, yes ... yes, I'll do that," he said, leaping from the bed and darting for the bathroom. Returning with some heavy towels he spread three layers below me. Then getting on top of me he pressed down on me and began lavishing my face with kisses.
"You love me, don't you?" I smiled.
As his huge prick slid in place between my legs I saw him nod and look off. He was lost in the sensation of fucking. This moment was precious to him. I was tight. I knew that. Then a searing pain flashed through me. It broke. I was getting my breaking-in.
"Oh, God, that's beautiful," he groaned. "I broke your cherry. You weren't kidding. I am first in here."
Reaching for his buttocks and stroking them gently, I looked up into his eyes as the thrusts drove me out of my mind with happiness.
"I told you I was a virgin," I sighed.
He wasn't fucking me though. He didn't know it though. I knew it. Jim was giving it to me, ramming it up there and breaking me in for his woman. Bill was a makeshift screw. He was just the man who happened to come along at the right time, but, he was not the man I felt fucking me. I can't explain how this could be, but, it happened. I felt Jim's thrusting pecker pushing inside me. It was Jim who burst my cherry. It was Jim who put his mouth to mine and thrust his tongue inside my mouth.
Gripping his firm, thrusting buttocks I guided his ass as he fucked. He loved it.
"Keep your hands on my ass," Bill smiled, "I love it." I did. He shot his gun inside me. The feel of his hot juices splashing inside my cunt surpassed anything I'd ever known before. I loved his tool. I loved his juices.
When he pulled it out I could see we needed to clean ourselves pretty bad. We both hopped off the bed, took the towels to the bathroom and tried to rinse the blood out of them. None had gotten on the sheets, thanks to the thickness of the towels.
After a short nap I got up, left a note for Bill and never saw him again. It was cruel perhaps, because, I think the guy thought he was in love with me. But, I couldn't think of anyone but Jim at that time. Sometimes I wish I at least had his address so I could contact him, but, that's in the past and that's how life is. Funny. But not funny. Anyway, something terrible happened to me. I was pregnant. I had to have an abortion.
After that I didn't want any guy ramming it up there. If I could find a guy who'd eat me or if I could suck his cock off, well and good. But, this constant fear of having a child worked havoc on me in other ways. I couldn't form any meaningful relationships with young men who really dug me.
My dog Lover became my soul companion for awhile. Lover was adorable. I decided sweet oil wasn't sufficient enticement for him. So, I used other things, like honey and things I knew a dog would dig to keep him eating my pussy. Lover was all to me now. We played, ran, laughed together.
Don't think I'm crazy because I say Lover laughs. He does and he cries too. Just like a human being, our emotions got so closely knit that Lover would pine when I was gone to work. He'd stay in one big old chair and put his head between his paws and wait. When I'd come home, the sad eyes changed to happy bright eyes, radiant with love and gentleness. In many ways I have since thought that it is a shame people look down on dog-love. There is nothing wrong or shabby or cheap about a dog loving a girl, providing the feelings are spontaneous.
Like the time Lover let me know in his own wonderful way that he wanted to put his penis inside me. I flipped! I'm not crazy. I mean just because I communicate with a dog on a personal basis. If anything, it means I'm so sensitive that I act as a sex-magnet to the animal kingdom. Maybe I'd turn a monkey on, who knows? Although I'll admit I'm not attracted to monkey-fucking.
One night it was raining cats and dogs. The lightning and thunder got to Lover. He always hated those loud thunder claps and would come bounding to me as if to say, "Can't you turn it off?" For Lover I would if I could, believe me. Anyway, I thought it might relax him if we went to bed early. We got in bed and I drew him to me and suddenly I felt his hard-on.
"Lover," I gasped, "you've got a hard-on for me."
I wished he could talk 'cause I know he would have said, "Yes, yes, baby, let's fuck."
Anyway, he turned me on. So I thought, what the hell. Who would it hurt? Nobody. If Lover's pecker needed to have some fucking and my cunt needed it too we could help each other out. I poured some oil on my hand and stroked his penis for him. You should have seen the expression on his face. It was like I turned on a light inside him.
"You dig that, don't you darling?" I asked him. Yes, I called him darling because he was my lover-darling. I'm not ashamed to tell you that was what I felt. Any honest feeling one has sexually should never produce shame. I read that from one of those psychologists who writes important things about sex, shame, and guilt, including a whole chapter on animal sex.
Anyway, you should have seen that sweetheart go to it. "Lover," I gasped, as he jabbed it in. "Lover," I gasped, "Oh, darling, shove it in there. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck!"
I cried. I did. That dog gave me just what I needed, where I needed it and when.
Reaching for Jim's picture I felt him loving me. He was the one who bought Lover for me. Maybe this was all his way of continuing his love. What a beautiful thought it was. How awful of Mother to make it impossible for me ever to feel Jim's powerful manhood thrusting up my cunt. How many times I thanked God that I'd been wise enough to have any sex at all with Jim. But now the gift he gave me of Lover was making up for him being gone. Lover instinctively knew just how to screw me. Most people never stop to think of how natural it is for dogs to love women. But when it happens to you then you know it is as normal and natural as can be.
"Ohhhh, Lover," I panted as he thrust his tool inside me. Then he exploded. It was wonderful to take his hot cum inside my body.
That was the first of many times we had sex together. Finally I got lonesome though and began going out with some fellows I thought I'd like.
Drive-in movies simply bored me until I learned the reason for being there. This guy Frank unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis.
"How about it?" he grinned.
"What?" I gasped.
"Blow me," he asked anxiously.
Bending over I took the head of it in my mouth. He thrust fiercely, almost choking me with his cock. I tried to angle myself so I didn't injure myself and then I let him thrust to his heart's delight.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, suck it," he begged, "suck my cock."
Eagerly I ate his dick. The smell of his crotch, the magnificent head on his rigid dick, I knew I was hung-up on cocksucking.
"That's it, that's it," he said, holding me tight to his burning loins. Reaching down I diddled his hairy balls. He liked my willingness to take him.
"Eat it baby, it's good for you ... creamy good." He thrust hard and suddenly it splashed inside my mouth. Gulping it down quickly I tasted him.
Since then I've had a lot of guys who found out I sucked. But, sometimes I think maybe there is more. Maybe if Lover and I quit having sex, maybe I could get married. I'm torn between being loyal to Jim in some sick-crazy way and being loyal to Lover. And always there is the nagging feeling I'm missing something."
SUMMARY
Lenora was an extremely loyal and sensitive young woman. Her experience is not unlike many other women who have kept themselves for one man. When this enormous desire is unfulfilled frustrations are as sure to follow as night follows day.
In this case it was indeed fortunate that she was able to have some sexual expression with the man she loved so urgently in her youth. Had this not been the case it is entirely possible she might have ended her life.
The fact some of this desire did find expression is in her favor where her mental health is concerned. However, the gift of the dog created a loyalty in her warped mind wherein the dog symbolized Jim. This was tragic indeed. The fact that the dog could satisfy her sexually made it easier for her to withdraw from the harsh world of reality into a dream-world arrangement of her own creation.
Finally she did have an affair. However, this did little to bring her back to normalcy as the affair was on the rebound of the death of her beloved. The abortion that followed, involving pain, humiliation and financial burden all added to the burden of sorrow she carried locked within her heart.
While the small front seat affairs she had did help put her in touch with some form of human contact it still was not sufficient to help her. The young men who used her were only interested in obtaining maximum sexual gratification with the minimum involvement in time, emotion or money.
The blow job or "fellatio" activities in some ways intensified her isolation. She felt she was having a personal contact when it was about as impersonal and unmeaningful to the men involved as it could be.
She was seeking love, loyalty and feeling. This is why she felt so completely in love with "Lover" her dog. "Lover" is a stumbling block to her recovery. It is a crutch that cripples her contacts with men who might be able to save her from total despair.
What will happen eventually is that she will find it necessary to resort to dope or drink to sustain the illusion-land she has created for herself.
Lenora is also very much inclined to feel sorry for herself. She has told her whole story from the viewpoint of her playing the role of a tragic heroine and all others puppets whom she can play with as she pleases.
When she stops to realize she is basically a terribly selfish as well as frustrated person, she might focus on the misery she has brought to her mother. Instead she has blamed her mother's view on her marriage as the sole cause of her unfolding problems.
The truth of the matter is there was nothing that prevented her from doing what she wanted to in spite of the advice of her mother. Her own indecision was never considered as one of the contributing reasons to her refusal to have the "precious-to-her" chance to experience sexual relations in the normal sense with the great love of her life, Jim.
When she accepts her own responsibility for some of the problems and traumas she has lived through, instead of shifting the blame constantly to others, she can then better face up to the challenges she faces in her future.
Painful as it may be for her, Lover has got to go. She cannot continue the sick affair any longer. While she may feel a dog can give her all the affection and emotional involvement she needs, she is only lying to herself in so thinking.
She needs to re-arrange her life, go to another town, another environment. When the reminders of her past problems are removed she will be pleasantly surprised to realize life can be beautiful.
The fact she has come to us for advice is a good sign. It shows she recognizes within herself some unfulfilled need. If she will listen to the advice we have given to her there is every reason to believe she will lose her phobias and fears. If she never again involves herself with dogs she will have a chance to become a happy married woman with a totally new lease on life. This is what she can have, if she is willing to accept it.
