CONTENTS Introduction CHAPTER ONE Working Overtime CHAPTER TWO Too Much Candy CHAPTER THREE Lunch, Anyone? CHAPTER FOUR Baby-Sitting Baby CHAPTER FIVE Temperamental Sister Conclusion Bibliography
INTRODUCTION
I wasn't prepared for the sight of Judy's naked pussy. I guess she was about the most beautiful white chick I had seen in a long time. The silky smoothness of her white belly melted into the red hair of her crotch, and I leaned forward, my eyes buggin' and blinkin' like I was trying to wake up from a dream. But, it wasn't no dream, I can tell you that. She was a dream, but it wasn't no dream!
Without even thinkin' about it, I stood up and sort of floated over to the couch. Judy looked up at me as I stood over her, her eyes roamin' up and down over my brown, shiny chest and stomach. She was breathin' heavy as she reached out and touched the inside of my leg. I closed my eyes as her fingers went upward, ticklin' along until they squeezed gently around my big, black balls.
A second later, I heard myself gaspin' as somethin' hot and slimy engulfed the head of my cock and started slidin' over my meat. Man, it was one of the wildest feelings I ever had... that hot, slippery sensation suckin' over my throbbin' cockhead, slidin' forward over my big, black prick. Slowly, slowly, until my whole cock was finally swallowed up by it.
"Sheeeeeeeeeezzzzz," I moaned, my eyes still closed. My legs were tremblin' pretty bad at that point. Reachin' forward automatically, I felt her soft hair fall against my thighs. Suddenly, she forced her mouth all the way to the base of my cock. I thought that mushroom head on the end of my prod was goin' to slide all the way to her stomach. Little gaggin' motions somewhere down in her throat started squeezin' and convulsin' around the bulgin' head of my prick, and I almost shot off right then and there.
Then Judy started sliding back off my cock, very slowly. As she drew her mouth up along the shiny wet shaft, she swirled her warm slick tongue all around it, in fast crazy circles. "Oh, shit... baby," I mumbled. Judy swirled her tongue all around the tip of my jerking prick, then she pulled away from it with one final suck of her mouth. I fell to my knees next to the couch and grabbed her by the hair, kind of rough-like, but not enough to hurt her.
She flashed her green eyes at me, and parted her lips. I could see the tip of her tongue flickin' just inside her mouth. As our lips met, she thrust that hot tongue of hers like a snake into my mouth. and I sucked it deep as I could into my throat. We moaned together, and I could taste the sweaty oily flavor of my prick mixed in with her thick sweet spit. Man, I was really shakin', just from kissin' her like that, and knowin' I was gonna screw the shit outa that hot red-headed cunt of hers soon!
Just then, I heard a little sound in back of me. I pulled my mouth away from Judy with a loud pop and spun around fast, almost knockin' over the coffee table. Dave, was comin' out of the other room, with all his clothes on shoes and everything. When he saw the startled look on my face, he smiled easily and walked toward us.
"Hey," he chuckled, "I'm just going out to get some cigarettes. You two need any?"
I kept my eyes on him. I didn't quite trust him, I guess. I shook my head to let him know I didn't need any cigs. He must've seen the tense look on my face, 'cause he smiled a little and then said, "Relax, Tom. Judy and I are old friends. She does her thing, and I do mine. Okay?"
"Sure... okay," I said, feelin' a little better. By the tone in his voice, I knew he meant, what he said. I held out my hand and he reached over the coffee table and grasped it. When he left, he paused at the door and said he'd be back in about an hour.
After he'd gone, I got up and latched the door from the inside, I guess I didn't want any more interruptions or unexpected visitors. Then I made my way back to the couch where Judy was stretched out, her white body waitin' to get crushed in my black arms.
I eased myself down on top of her, and wrapped my arms around her. She moaned and closed her eyes when she felt my stiff cock push against her pussy. There wasn't no resistance put up by her when I pushed her legs apart with my knees. Even if there had been, it wouldn't have done her no good. I was goin' to fuck her. I knew it. And she knew it.
"Oh... Tom... Tom," she groaned soft and low, almost in a whisper, as I reached down with my hands and pulled her legs up. She locked her ankles around the back of my neck as I raised up and scooted forward. I looked down at her face as I leaned over her, and she ran her hands over my chest, pinchin' my tits and pantin' up at me like a little wildcat. She was hot as hell, her eyes flashin' green sparks, her mouth quiverin' at the corners.
I lowered my face slowly, until my lips were barely an inch from hers. She darted her tongue out and flicked it all over my mouth, my nose and my cheeks. We started playin' games with our tongues, like two slimy snakes wrigglin' and squirmin' and spittin'. I could feel the head of my cock pressin' against her hot, moist cuntlips. Little by little, I eased forward, pushin' steadily at the openin' of her pussy until I felt it give way. I moved forward on my knees, pushin' into her hot pussy, inch by inch, keepin' my tongue occupied in little games around her mouth and nose. Gradually, her warm slippery cuntlips stretched around the head of my cock, squeezin' and quiverin' like and stretchin' as my big prick pushed inside.
When I got about halfway in, Judy tensed up all over and let out this little gasp, and got this crazy look on her face. Then she pulled my head down with her hands and started suckin' on my nose. She was makin' me hotter'n shit, and I couldn't help rammin' the rest of my prick. I slammed it to her hard.
"Yuunngghhh!" Judy grunted like a stuck pig when I showed her what a piece of young, black meat could do. But it didn't stop her from suckin' and slobberin' all over my nose and mouth. She was drivin' me up the wall with that mouth of hers, and squirmin' and moanin' underneath me as I forced the head of my prick deep as I could into that twitchin' pussy.
The muscles inside her cunt were goin' wild, too, squeezin' and relaxin', squeezin' and relaxin' like a hot slimy hand around my shaft. That's when I really started cookin'. I started fuckin' in and out of that tight, juicy cunt, hard and fast. Bam! Bam! Bam! I let her have every inch of my ramrod in a burst of piledriver punches.
Judy grunted over my nose every time I drove my hips forward, my sweaty balls bangin' against her asshole and makin' little slappin' noises. I don't have to tell you, I was gettin' close to shootin' off in that hot honeyhive. And she knew it, too. She could tell from the way my prick was beginnin' to swell and jerk inside her that I was gettin' damn close to unloadin'.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" Judy groaned. She tried to push me up and away from her, with this crazy look in her eyes, her lips glistening and droolin'.
"What you mean, woman, don't shoot!" I growled, pinnin' her hands back over her head and starin' down at her. I kept on fuckin' her, and said, "What the shit you talkin' about, don't shoot!"
"I want your come, baby!" she panted, squirming to get her pussy away from my dick. "I want to taste all that hot come shooting off in my mouth and running down my throat. Please, baby... fuck my mouth... I need it like that! Please!"
Hearin' her plead like that got to me. She wasn't kiddin' about wantin' me to shoot off in her mouth. "Okay, fine," I said, wishin' I didn't have to pull out of that hot cunt of hers. I gave her a couple more slams, hard ones that made her whole body jerk and bounce. Then I pulled out of her so fast I could feel pussy juice splashin' all over my balls.
"Quick, baby... let me have!" she reached down and grabbed my cock with her hand.
I placed my hands around the back of her head and shoved her down. Then I felt her lips suck over the head and her tongue start swirlin' all around. Hot damn, I nearly blew right then!
"Mmmm... ohhhh... mmmmmmmmmm," Judy was moanin' like a baby as she wrapped her tongue around my cock and started slidin' all the way down my slimy, slick shaft until she couldn't go no further. Just like before, I could feel the muscles in her throat squeezin' around the head of my prick, tryin' to swallow it. She didn't come back up the shaft. She just took every inch of that bulgin' rod into her mouth and throat, and kept it there. Then she started in on it with that tongue of hers, and I thought I was goin' through the ceilin'. I don't know what she was doin', exactly. I guess she was mostly swirlin' her tongue around all over the head. Everythin' felt hot and slippery and beautiful. I just knelt there on the couch and closed my eyes while she worked her tongue and mouth all over my stiff meat, gettin' closer and closer to shootin' off.
When she reached up and started massagin' my balls in her fingers, that was all I could take. My juices started boilin' and a couple of seconds later I started pantin' and gaspin'.
"Here I c c come!" I stuttered, my whole body shakin'. I grabbed the back of Judy's head with my hands and held her pinned on my jerkin' dick. Then I started shootin' off.
"Oooooooooh," I cried as that cock of mine splattered the inside of Judy's mouth with hot come. Everythin' went dark for a couple of seconds. I thought I'd never stop shootin' off. Judy just kept on swirlin' that crazy tongue of hers around the shaft of my prick, tryin' to swallow all that cream as fast as I was unloadin' it.
Finally, I was all juiced out, barely able to keep myself from fallin' off the couch. I let go of Judy's head, and she fell back with a long sigh."
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We will investigate some of the questions about the sexual urges and sexual behavior patterns which occur among individuals from the lower income levels of our society. In the examination of those behavior patterns, attention will be focused on a particular aspect of human sexuality: oral-genital contact.
Various elements in the backgrounds of the individuals presented herein will be discussed, elements which will be seen to have played no small part as a major influence in the direction of their psychosexual development. In this respect, perhaps it may be determined whether or not there are any significant differences in the causes, manifestations and effects of sexual activity between the lower economic groups and the higher income groups, such as the middle and upper classes.
Individuals of a society are affected by various elements and institutions in that culture. From the time the individual is born to the time he becomes an adult member of his society, he undergoes a complex process of growth and development, involving countless forms of stimulation, nourishment, education, training, conditioning, encouragement, suppression and other developmental processes.
One aspect of this development is referred to as "psychosexual maturation," and involves the many kinds of environmental influences which play their part in molding and directing the individual's outlook and attitudes on sex.
In this study, we will examine a variety of questions as we uncover the events of the five case histories of oral intercourse occurring among the poor.
First, a few basic questions should be examined and an attempt made to find adequate answers. A definition of what the terms "oral intercourse" and "oralism" imply should be formulated. Then, we might ask how psychologists account for the oral urge in human sexual behavior its causes, development and its many forms of expression. And, finally, we should examine how these oral expressions stem from this particular segment of our society, namely the lower income bracket.
Oral intercourse has been defined as sex relations whereby the mouth is used in connection with the genitalia or other erogenous zones to produce orgasm. This type of sexual intercourse may take place between a male and female, female and female, male and male or even in groups of each or mixed.
In the same light, oralism is the condition whereby a person prefers oral intercourse, is oral-erotic and practices it usually.
Through a detailed analysis of individual case histories of oralism in the lower income group within our society, we hope to discover why an individual may crave to engage in cunnilingus, while another is drawn compulsively toward the practice of a different form of oralism, one where the anus is the object of oralism, for example.
The many-faceted language of human sexuality can be puzzling, for as yet man still labors to understand more about himself as a sexual creature. By no means have all the questions been asked, much less answered. Man continues to wonder at the magic and mystery of his sexual essence. He continues to be torn by the maze of opinions, views and contradictions which confront him daily within the context of his social matrix. Sex is a powerful force in human existence, and the ways in which that force is expressed are quite varied. It can be stated that the complexities of man's sexual nature have played an important role in the development of his social and economic institutions. And in very definite ways, man's social and economic institutions, in turn, seem to increase the complexities of his sexuality.
Regarding individual sexual behavior, we ask what are the specific and primary influences in our culture which affect the psychosexual development of members in the lower income groups? Certainly, we find that many of the influences found in lower income groups have their parallels within the higher income groups. These influences are obvious: religious, educational, social, home-environmental, economic, and peer group influences which are to be found in lower, middle, and upper levels. But, they are not the same exact influences, to be sure. There are important ways these influences vary in connection with the sexual attitudes and expressions of the low income groups as compared to higher income groups.
For example, there are many significant influences exerted through religious training and indoctrination which affect an individual's sexual outlook and behavior. Many members of the lower class are reared in homes in which sex is considered a taboo subject, an aspect of life to be politely avoided in conversation, an aspect of human behavior requiring great control, restriction, even abhorrence. Certainly, many religious beliefs take the official stand that sex outside of marriage is a sin. Even within marriage, sexual intercourse in the restricted form of coitus (often prescribed to be performed in the "missionary" position) has only the one purpose of procreation the continuation of the species. Many forms of non-coital sexual activity are, by those same doctrines, considered taboo, sinful, perverse, unnatural, crimes against nature, and even criminal, deserving of severe punishment.
Since the proportion of uneducation and illiterate persons is greater in the low income groups than in the higher income groups, it is easy to understand why such religious ideas are more easily maintained and perpetuated in the lower group.
Erroneous concepts and harmful taboos are more quickly accepted by individuals who do not have the background of education necessary for questioning those ideas. Thus, through inadequate education, many individuals suffer through an abundance of misleading concepts. Only such factual information as is desired by parents is passed to the child, rather than information which would help free him from sexual inhibition, sexual suppression and sexual frustration, all of which play important roles in the determination of his sexual behavior. It is understood by psychologists that suppressive elements in the environment of a child or adolescent lead to frustration. This may in turn lead to anger or hostility, which may in turn lead to feelings of guilt and anxiety followed by unconscious repression of natural urges. When the natural urges are denied expression, they may manifest themselves in a great variety of ways, some of which are socially approved, while others are condemned.
A great deal of what we understand about human behavior is the result of the work of one of the world's most renowned and controversial figures, Sigmund Freud, the great Viennese psychoanalyst. From his concepts of human anxiety and neuroses, about which he wrote many essays and books during the first half of this century, modern-day psychologists have expanded their ideas and understanding of human behavior. In his psychoanalytic theory, he presented the idea that much of man's mental and physical suffering is the product of sexual repression. Freud, perhaps more than any other thinker, helped show the way towards a less repressive, and thus more expressive, human sexuality.
Joseph Jastrow, in his book Freud: His Dream and Sex Theories, describes one aspect of the Freudian concept which deals with compulsive patterns of human behavior. Speaking of unconsciously motivated actions, Jastrow writes:
This is not an impairment by default of normal function, but an invasion of normal behavior by impulsive intrusions, equally "unconscious," but compelling. Such is the compulsive neurosis which imposes laborious and repetitive rituals... The psychoanalytic problem is the same: why just these compulsions and rituals? The solution is the same: the fixation of a deep-seated uneasiness, possibly dating from childhood, or symbolically elaborated by way of a set of ideas deeply emotionalized, often with a sexual content or reference.
From this concept, modern day psychologists have expanded psychological theory to the point where specific kinds of sexual urges and compulsions may be accounted for.
Psychiatrists often refer to compulsive behavior as "psychosexual infantilism," referring to the attempt to gratify the erotic cravings of a frustrated childhood. In their book, Deviations of Sexual Behavior, Frank Caprio and Donald Brenner point out:
Many have what we might call a "nipple complex" never having been psychologically weaned from the mother's breast or the nipple of the bottle if they were bottle fed. Edmund Bergler uses the term "oral eroticism" to designate his phenomenon. It explains why so many neurotics are addicted to mouth-pleasures...
In any attempt to understand patterns of behavior within a given culture or subculture, one must be somewhat familiar not only with psychological concepts and theories, but also with statistics ratios, percentages, incidences, comparisons. In this respect, we will utilize the studies and findings of several researchers, among which the most notable is Alfred C. Kinsey. The most dramatic and wide range study of human sexual behavior in our culture to date, the Kinsey project of the late 1930's, has had tremendous impact on American culture. The findings of Kinsey's study have culminated thus far in two remarkable publications: Sexual Behavior in the Human Male (1948), and Sexual Behavior in the Human Female (1953). Perhaps the most important effect of these publications has been the popularization of the subject of sex to the extent that great numbers of individuals are finally freed of the bonds of sexual inhibition, harmful misinformation and puritanical repression.
Herein, then, is an investigation of one aspect of sexual behavior in our culture oral eroticism as it occurs among the lower income groups. Through five case history studies, it is our hope to provide a beginning in the search for a deeper understanding of those oral urges, the reasons for their existence, the manner of their development, and the effects of their expression.
"I can't possibly get all that done by tomorrow," I told Mrs. R. "Certainly not without working half the night and getting started again early in the morning."
"Oh, come now, a big husky young man like you should be able to," she said, giving me the flattery routine. But I had heard that line before, and I cut in.
"Look, ma'am, I've been working all week in this miserable back yard of yours, trying to straighten out the mess your husband left," I said in a burst of temper, "and I'm doing the best I can!" I threw the shovel in a sandpile and lit a cigarette, then took off my shirt and sat down on the edge of the wheelbarrow. Feeling that I had caught her off guard, I said, "It's four o'clock; I'm beat; I'm sweaty; my back aches; and I'm hungry. I may be six-foot one, young, and in good shape, but I'm only human, not some goddam "machine!"
Mrs. R whirled around and headed back to the house. I wondered for a moment if I had overplayed it. I could tell she was flustered, but we had had these little scenes before, so I wasn't too worried. A few moments later, she came back to the garden, carrying a glass of ice-tea.
She offered it to me, saying, "Look, John, this party tomorrow night is very important, and I have my reasons for wanting you to finish the landscaping and get the fountain in operation by then. I know it's asking a lot. I can tell you've been working very hard out here all day in this heat, so why don't we do it this way."
I waited for her suggestion as she came closer, moving her hips in subtle circles in front of me. I have to admit it, for a thirty-five-year-old divorcee, she still had it going for her. I glanced up quickly and took in the curves of her two bouncy breasts heaving out above me. Both of the tight little nipples were struggling to burst through the sheer blouse she was wearing. My mouth started drooling after those milk bags of hers. I took another nervous drag off my cigarette as she started to speak.
"Here's my idea," she said in a calm, soft tone. "Why don't you take a break for a couple of hours. I'll fix you a plate of barbecue and you can relax on the patio, take a swim in the pool, and cool off. Then work a couple of more hours this evening until nine or ten. Instead of driving all the way to your house tonight, you can sleep here, in the guest room, and that way you can get an early start in the morning."
My heart skipped a beat at the thought of spending the whole night in that big mansion of hers. And the guest room was just down the hall from her bedroom. I took another puff off my cig and started to say yes, but she cut in.
"John, there will be some well-to-do people here tomorrow night, people with big yards and homes. If you can get this done for me, it'll help you build up your business. I promise you, it will be worth it."
How could I turn down her offer, She brightened up when I agreed, and walked back up to the house along the rock path I had put in the day before. I watched the movements of her firm little body as she made her way over the patio, her luscious ass wriggling behind her confidently. Again the thought of actually spending the night alone with her in her home hit me, and my cock gave a lurch in response. I got up from the wheelbarrow and headed up toward the house.
"Here's a pair of my ex-husband's swim trunks," she yelled from the door leading into a den. She threw them to me and gave me a quick wink, then turned and disappeared into the house. In the pool's bathhouse, I slipped off my clothes and put on the bathing suit. Surprisingly, it fit me almost perfectly. I looked down at the big bulge at the crotch, and reached inside to arrange my cock so that it stretched down to the side in a more natural and comfortable position. Then I walked out on the diving board and dove into the water.
When I came out of the pool, Mrs. R was waiting with a tray of barbecue, bread, pickles and other little tidbits. We ate some, and after I took a thirty minute nap on the edge of the pool, I put my clothes on and worked on the fountain until almost ten o'clock. Then I went back up to the house and knocked on the patio door.
"Get a lot done?" she said as she came out onto the patio in a soft white night robe, smiling and friendly.
"Uh, yes... I think I'll finish the fountain by noon tomorrow," I said, taking off my shoes and socks and sitting on a chaise lounge. "Ah, this is nice, sitting here in the dark. Feel that breeze?"
"It's a beautiful night," she said. "John, would you like a drink? Scotch, bourbon, or beer?"
"Thanks, Ma'm," I replied. "Some Scotch and water, and a little ice would be fine, thanks."
A few moments later, she returned with our drinks, and she sat down at the foot of the chaise lounge. "By the way," she said, putting her hand over my ankle and giving a squeeze, "call me Kitty, not Mrs. R. OK, John?"
"Sure... Kitty," I said. "I like that. Is that a nickname?"
"Sort of. My husband used to call me that. He said I purred like a kitty when I made love."
We sat for awhile, not saying much, just feeling the cool air which drifted over the patio. Finally, Kitty got up and headed inside.
She stopped at the door and turned to me saying, "John, I put a towel out for you in the bathroom upstairs. I'm going up to my room. If you need or want anything, don't hesitate to let me know. I'll be in the room just down the hall from you." She hesitated for a second, then turned and went inside.
After a few minutes, I finished my drink, went upstairs, and took a shower. Then I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed down the hallway toward the guest room. Kitty's room was between the bathroom and the guest room, and as I passed it, I noticed the door wasn't shut completely. I paused and peeked through the crack, hoping I would get a chance to see what she looked like without anything on. And my hopes were answered.
Just as I looked, Kitty was slipping off her robe. I caught sight of her lovely little body as she stretched out on top of the bed. Then my heart started pounding as I saw her begin to move and writhe slowly on the bed, her hands rubbing all up and down over her flat, smooth belly. She took her breasts and squeezed them like balloons. My mouth watered as she pulled one of them up to her lips and started sucking on it, moaning softly. Her other hand was moving in little circles over her crotch, and I couldn't believe what was happening. There she was, a vision of sexual passion and lust, lying on her bed all naked and hot, her body heaving and straining with desire, crying to be touched, to be...
I couldn't help myself. I pushed open the door without a sound, and stepped into the room. As I slowly approached her bed, she made little gasping sobs as though she were snowed under by a fever. When I reached the edge of her bed, the towel fell from my waist and dropped to the floor. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of my erect cock standing straight out from my balls. Her eyes were glazed and pleading, her breathing came in fast pants and moans. I felt that she was helpless in her desperation for release, and that she was begging me a simple, poor gardener to give her that release.
"Oh... oh, John... help me," she sobbed in little gasps. "Love me... please," she cried, reaching out a hand and touching my leg. Her breasts were heaving passionately, her hips squirming on top of the soft feather blanket. Her legs spread slowly in a wide angle, the edges of her pussy lips glistening with the wetness of her lust and her desire.
I said nothing as I crawled onto the bed next to her. Instantly, we were in each other's arms, kissing and swirling our tongues in and out of each other's mouths. I pushed her down on the pillow, and looked into her beautiful face. My hands reached down and squeezed her two breasts, and she let out a moan of pleasure and closed her eyes. Slowly, I lowered my mouth to one of her breast nipples and sucked it into my lips, nibbling on it.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" she sighed, squirming beneath me as I sucked harder on her tit. Then I moved my mouth to the other one and gave it the same treatment. I was forced to hold her struggling body firmly as she cried and sobbed in ecstasy.
"Baby... oh, Kitty," I sighed as I moved my head further down her trembling body, over her stomach, twisting my tongue into her navel, then nibbling down along the side of her hip. I slipped an arm under her waist and the other arm between her legs, pressing a hand into the crack of her buttocks. She kicked and writhed as I held her body securely in my strong arms. Gasping, sobbing and panting, she became almost frantic as I licked up towards her cunt lips. The closer I got, the more violent she became. She was in a delirious sexual passion, and I was hungry to suck into her twitching cunt and drive my tongue as deep as I could into it.
She pulled on my curly hair as I eased my mouth closer and closer to her crotch, tickling along her flesh with my tongue. I began nibbling into her crotch hairs those dark, long, silky crotch hairs, glistening with the moisture of her juices. My tongue flicked gently at the top of her pussy lips, and started sliding downward into them.
When I reached her clit and swirled my tongue around it delicately, her body writhed furiously, but I held her tightly. There was no way she could get away from me, no way she could prevent me from reaching the entrance of her cunthole, and stop me from tongue-fucking her hot pussy.
"Hmmmm... you taste so good... hmmmm... mmmmm!" I mumbled as I ate down into her outer lips and licked deeper into her quivering cunt.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she kept gasping and kicking her heels into the mattress, pulling on my hair. As I slid deeper and deeper into her cunt with my tongue, her hips bucked up and down more furiously beneath me. I shoved my hand farther up into the crack of her ass and began massaging a finger in tiny circles around her asshole.
"Yaaaaaiiieeeee!" she screamed and bucked like a savage beneath me as I drove my long tongue fast and deep into her pussy, and at the same time pushed my finger up into her asshole. The muscles of Kitty's ass squeezed in delicious spasms around my finger as I swirled my tongue rapidly inside her wonderful pussy.
"Jo Jo Joh h h n !" She let out a long wail and arched violently on the bed, and I realized that she was close to coming. I lifted her buttocks upward and sucked my lips into her cuntlips and rammed my tongue in and out as fast as I could. At the same time, I slid my finger even deeper into her quivering rectum.
She grunted and groaned and twisted in my tight embrace, and it was all I could do to keep us both on the bed. She was stronger than I had imagined, and the muscles inside her spasming pussy were squeezing wildly around my tongue. And then she came.
"Mmmmmmm... Aahhmmmmmm!" I mumbled as I sucked the warm creams from her cunt. Gradually, her body began to relax in my arms, but she kept moaning softly. I eased my finger out of her asshole and pulled my tongue out of her slick cunt. Then I slid my tongue all the way up along her lovely body, over her navel, into the cleft of her breasts, and finally to her lips. She sucked my tongue into her mouth as I eased over on top of her and guided the head of my cock into her slick, wet cuntlips. As big as my cock is, it slid easily and quickly into that warm chamber, and I started pumping up and down gently, sliding it in and out, in and out, my sensitive cockhead rubbing along the hot, slimy membranes of her cunthole.
"Oooooh... John... John... oh, baby," she whined and purred as I reached down and pulled her legs up over my shoulders.
"My kitten is hot, tonight," I moaned, scooting my knees forward so that my thighs sandwiched her hips between them. We wrapped our arms tightly around each other, and my chest pressed down on top of her firm melons; I rolled them gently as I drove my thick cock in and out of her hot cunt.
"Yes... oooooh, yesssss... and wonderful," she panted in my face, her hips churning in circles as I pumped rhythmically up and down, in and out. My balls slid over her asshole as I fucked Kitty's love nest, and every time I plunged downward, the base of my belly pressed into her clit. I was building her back toward her second orgasm quickly, and she was giving herself completely to me. I could feel the muscles deep inside her pussy squeezing and relaxing around my cock, gripping it, milking it, sucking it toward a screaming ejaculation.
"That's it, Kitty," I moaned softly, "milk my big prick with that strong little pussy. Milk it and suck it until it fills your belly with hot cream, honey. That's my girl."
"Oh, honey, let me feel all that warm milk fill me up inside. Give it all to Kitty," she gasped, her eyes half closed, her fingers digging into the muscles of my back.
I slid my tongue along her lips and around her nose, then thrust it into her hungry mouth and swirled it around and around. I could feel my body getting hot, and soon the sweat was pouring from my whole body. Before long, our stomachs were sliding together smoothly, and the curly blond hair on my chest was scratching across the nipples of her breasts, making them stand up stiffly like little pieces of crimson rubber. I nibbled down along her neck, near her ear, and then started sucking hard on one spot just above her shoulder. I had a sudden urge to leave a hicky on her, to brand her with a mark of passion.
"Aaagghhhh!" she cried suddenly, and bucked her body up and down beneath me, her legs locked tightly around my neck. Then I felt her mouth suck into my neck, and I knew she was going to leave her mark on me, too.
I started fucking harder and faster into that delicious snatch, my balls swinging and bouncing against her asshole with every plunge.
"John! John!" she suddenly cried out, her body straining and trembling beneath me. She was getting ready to go into her second climax. That suited me fine, because my cock was jerking violently and just on the verge of flooding that pussy with come.
"Oh, yeah! pussy cat," I grunted as I held her writhing body tightly in my arms and started slamming my throbbing dick as hard and as deep as I could into her cunt. "Here comes your cream, pussy!" I groaned. My cock stiffened, jerked, and squirted.
"Oooohhhh!" she screamed and convulsed in ecstasy in my arms, her eyes glaring wildly, her hands pulling at my hair. She just went plain crazy for a moment. The muscles inside that spasming cunt squeezed and milked my exploding cock until all the hot come had been sucked out of it. Juices bubbled like hot molasses out of her snatch and drooled down over my balls.
"Oh, pussy cat," I groaned softly as I rolled to her side. I went to sleep in her bed, dead to the world.
Kitty fixed me some breakfast the next morning, and then I went to work on the fountain. By noon, the three-foot statue of David, in all of its naked glory, was pissing into the little pond of goldfish. When Kitty came down to the garden and saw that I was finished, she politely, but coolly, handed me a check and said she would give me a call soon for some additional work, since she was planning to enlarge the Japanese garden beyond the fountain. As usual, the check amounted to hardly more than what she might have paid a boy to mow her lawn. Disappointed, I packed my tools in the old pick-up and headed for home.
Mrs. R was but another on the list of wealthy ladies, mostly divorcees and widows who hired my services as a landscape designer, but who usually required me to prove my talents in their sex beds as well as in their flower beds. Consequently, I gained a reputation among those gossipy cunts, but never made much money. They kept giving me menial tasks and paying me menial wages. As far as they were concerned, my only strong point was my weakness: I couldn't keep my tongue out of a juicy snatch. Once the word got around, my bargaining power as a landscape artist went down the drain. They had me where they wanted me right in the gaping jaws of their furry pussies.
Even though I stayed broke most of the time, barely eking out a living from week to week and month to month, I have to admit that my appetite for sucking cunt was pretty well satisfied most of the time. Occasionally I was fortunate enough to make friends with a pretty house servant, or even the daughter of one of my clients.
I'll never forget the time I met Tina, a cute little German girl who worked as a maid for Mrs. T . She lived in a cottage at the rear of the estate. I was planting in some shrubs along the walkway leading down to her door. It was hot on that one day and I was just taking off my shirt when Tina brushed passed me. She stopped, turned around, and I saw that she was furious.
"Oooo, that Mrs. T , she makes me so damn mad!" she said, stomping her foot. I smiled at her because she looked so funny, red in the face and excited about something. When she saw me smiling, she softened a bit, and asked, 'Who are you?"
"My name is John. Who are you?" I replied.
"Tina," she said, "I'm the maid, the cook, the wash girl, the babysitter! That woman expects me to do everything!"
Just at that moment, Mrs. T came down the walk, and hurriedly babbled out a list of instructions to Tina. Then she turned to me and said she had to leave right away to go on a trip, and she would be gone for two or three days. She hoped I would have the hedge put in by the time she got back. I assured her I would finish it, and she said she would pay me when she got back. Then she turned and left, and Tina watched as she and her children piled into a taxi and left for the airport.
"I'm glad I won't have to listen to that woman for awhile," Tina sighed. "Well, I can relax for a day or so, finally!"
"Looks like we're the only ones here, doesn't it?" I said, giving Tina a quick wink as I placed a shrub along the walk.
"Yes, of course!" she said almost defiantly, then she turned and walked briskly down to her cottage. I couldn't take my eyes off that cute little rump of hers as she disappeared into her doorway. Naturally, I was drooling for that hot little maid. A spunky little German girl, with curly blonde hair just like my own, and a temper to boot.
A few minutes later, she came back up the walk and watched me as I dug along the edge, breaking the ground for more plants. Finally, she told me to stop digging and come to her cottage.
"Sit down there," she commanded me as I entered her small abode. "You want ice-tea or lemonade?" she asked briskly.
"Lemonade," I said, wiping the sweat from my chest and arms with my shirt.
"You're hot," she said, handing me a tall glass of lemonade. She sat on a small stool facing me. "I think you are a good man," she said confidently, then she smiled. We didn't speak much for awhile. She just sat in front of me, watching me as I sipped on the lemonade. I nearly choked when I caught a quick glimpse of her pussy between her thighs. The skirt she was wearing was knee length, and when she sat down on the stool I could see right between her thighs under her skirt. What got me so excited, though, was seeing that she didn't have any panties on. She smiled sexily when I glanced back up to her face, and I realized that she wanted to play around. There wasn't any doubt about it.
"You're hot, too," I said, "just like me."
"Yes," she said slowly and seductively, "just like you."
I put the glass down on the floor next to the chair, leaned forward, and slid my hand up under her skirt. She gave a quick gasp, but didn't budge an inch. I pushed my hand along her thigh toward her crotch until it made contact, and then she slammed her legs together, gripping my forearm tightly. I wiggled my fingers into her cunt lips and tickled up and down. Tina broke out in a convulsive, almost hysterical, giggle as I tickled and wiggled inside her warm pussy, her strong little body shivering and shaking as she sat on the stool.
"Ohhhhh... stop it!" she cried, tears welling in her eyes from her hysterical laughter. Her legs were locked together tightly, holding my arm firmly between them, but I just kept on wiggling my fingers faster and faster inside her cunt, watching her cry and laugh and tremble on her little stool. She was like a crazy animal. Finally she let out a scream and fell forward into my arms, trembling and weak. I swept her up and carried her over to the small bed against the room, and put her down. Quickly, I loosened my trousers and slipped out of them. Then I unzipped her skirt and removed it from her as she lay on the bed, panting and whining below me. God, when I saw the beauty of her legs and thighs and her swollen cunt-lips, I think I fell in love. In all my experiences, I had rarely seen anything so perfectly beautiful and delicious looking as Tina's little blonde snatch. And it was just waiting for my lips, my mouth, my tongue waiting for their touch.
Tina was breathing faster and squirming like a little mink as I lowered my mouth and sucked down over her cunt. Without any fooling around, I stiffened my tongue and sank it into her, right down on her clitoris. I felt her gasp and writhe as I tongued around her tiny prick and then started sliding up and down inside her outer lips. Tina's young body was at my mercy, completely. As I licked into her hot pussy and saw that she was going out of her mind with sexual passion, I knew I had to lick every crevice of her cunt, every inch of her smooth flawless skin, and make her feel things she had never felt before.
I wanted to see all of that little maiden, completely naked. I removed her blouse and bra in a flash. Then I leaned back on my knees and looked down at her. She was more than I had expected. I fell forward on my hands and lowered my body to hers. We kissed and hugged and squeezed each other in a whirl of sexual lust.
"Oh, Johnny... Johnny!" she cried, and sucked my tongue deep into her throat and dug her fingers into my back. Her two firm round breasts were heaving and pushing against my chest, and my throbbing cock was being squeezed between her hot thighs.
I pulled my tongue out of her mouth, even though she was sucking hard on it to keep it in her throat. But I had to lick every part of that hot little blonde. I ran my wet tongue down her neck and over both tits, and sucked hard on her nipples. She grunted and sighed as I made my way down to her navel, and from there down into the curly blonde cunt which smelled like fresh baked bread. I raised up, grabbed her under the knees, and pulled her legs up. Then I pushed them back over her head, so that she was resting on her shoulders. I looked down, straight down into that luscious crack. I saw the pink flesh of her pussy all swollen and puffed, little beads of cunt juice oozing out like syrup. Then I saw the round little rose-shaped asshole, pulsating and contracting like a tiny flower opening and closing. I held her by the heels firmly with my strong hands, smacked my mouth forcefully down over that quivering little hole, and drove my tongue deep into her rectum.
Tina yelled in uncontrolled ecstasy when she felt my tongue sink into her shithole. Her legs kicked in the air furiously, and her body twisted and turned beneath me as she took my tongue. But I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, and held her upside down as I drove my tongue even deeper into her asshole. Then I fucked my tongue in and out of that delicious, pungent little shitter while Tina cried and bucked, kicking her legs helplessly in the air above my head. A few minutes of that was all she or I could take. She was a strong little bitch, and I needed a rest. I sucked my mouth down over her hole and started withdrawing my tongue very slowly. The muscles around the opening of her anus quivered in little spasms as I came sliding out.
"Tina, you taste so good, my darling little girl!" I mumbled. Then I darted my tongue into her pussy, driving it deep into her vagina.
"Ahhhhh... !" she cried. Her legs slammed shut and locked my mouth to her cunt. I swirled my tongue savagely inside her luscious cunt and felt her thighs shivering against my ears. I was having the time of my life, and if Mrs. T had walked in and discovered what we were doing, I wouldn't have stopped for an instant, Nothing could have pulled my face away from that bubbling, salty-sweet fuckhole.
Tina struggled and cried and squirmed as I fucked in and out of her pussy with my long tongue. "I am going to... to... commmmme!" she stammered, her little body convulsing in my arms. Her legs were stretched toward the ceiling, her toes curling and quivering as she went into her frenzied climax. When I felt her cunt muscles tighten around my tongue and begin to spasm, I bobbed my head up and down furiously, driving my tongue in and out with all the passion and lust which I was felling. Every time my head plunged downward, my nose banged into her cunt-lips and stimulated her little rubbery clit. Then she exploded with the force of a volcano.
She screamed as her whole body went into a violent convulsion. I held my arms around her tightly and kept plunging my tongue in and out of her vagina as fast as I could. Pussy juices splashed all over my face in hot gushes into my mouth. I was so excited by her fantastic orgasm that I shot my wad right then. The head of my cock swelled and bounced against Tina's buttocks, spurting thick globs of come all over her ass. I just kept on tongue-fucking that pussy of hers and sucking all those hot juices which were gushing out. Of all the sweet young cunt I ever ran into, Tina was one of the best.
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The reader might wonder with justifiable curiosity just what factors in a person's background lead toward an overwhelming urge for a specific activity in sexual relations with another. Is there anything unusual or unique, for example, that may have occurred in John's childhood which conditioned him to desire mouth-genital contact in his sexual relations? Are there any clues which may account for his compelling urge to stimulate his partner and thus himself by bringing his mouth into contact with their genitalia?
We may assume, arbitrarily, that most males, through a natural biological mechanism, are aroused by the idea or the actual performance of cunnilingus. Or is it more likely that only specific males, coming from certain types of backgrounds, who are thus aroused? There is some truth in both of the above, and an understanding of both the biological and the conditional mechanisms is necessary before we may gain a more adequate insight regarding the expression of oralism in human sexual behavior.
Therefore, we must begin with the subject's childhood, his environment, some of the events which seem to have played their part in influencing his psychosexual growth, and his later adult sexual attitudes and behavior.
John was born, and grew up, in an isolated rural area in western Texas, where his father struggled to make a living as a tractor mechanic and all-around handyman. His mother, a pretty girl of Bohemian parents, helped out by selling chickens and eggs to neighboring ranchers. They were poor, but not unhappy. John recalls his childhood as a mixture of loneliness with flashes of family gaiety. He had few friends, occupying his time with two pets, a rooster and the family dog.
When in the eighth grade, John became nervous and ill for a long period of time and had to leave school. At age fifteen, he went back to school, but only finished the tenth grade. He was eighteen when he left high school; John left his home and moved to Ft. Worth, where he hoped to find work in a landscaping nursery, and perhaps someday have his own nursery business. Since he had developed a great interest in plants and had read many books on botany and gardening, he was not without a measure of confidence when he left home.
Arriving in Ft. Worth full of ambition, excited about the prospects of living in a big city and "making something of worth" with his life, John found work in a large nursery. Unfortunately, he was fired after his boss had warned him several times to stop "consorting" with some of the female customers. This pattern repeated itself for the next several years, until in a nervous state of anxiety and depression, John voluntarily sought psychiatric counseling. During this time, he met a girl who was also undergoing treatment. They were attracted to each other, and after a short courtship, got married. John was twenty-four, she was twenty.
For almost a year, things went along smoothly for John, and his tendency to show a sexual interest in older women was under control. However, the old compulsion to seek out new female sex partners created great conflict, and his marriage ended in separation and subsequent divorce.
It became apparent during his psychotherapeutic sessions that there were two aspects of his childhood which could be seen as problem areas. In so far as John's near-compulsive urges for performing cunnilingus on a succession of female partners, most of whom had no interest in him other than as an occasional source of sexual activity, it gradually became evident that these two aspects of childhood experience had more than a casual influence on his adult behavior.
The first of these series of events, as he revealed to his analyst, occurred around the age of five or six. At that time, John recalled waking up late one night in his bedroom, hearing strange groaning sounds coming from his parents' bedroom. His first thoughts were that something was wrong, that his mother or father was very sick. He also had a strange feeling of apprehension, and wasn't sure he should go into their room to see what the matter was.
Going to their room, he was shocked and disturbed to see his mother lying naked on the bed, her legs spread open and his father kneeling between her legs, performing oralism. John felt increased conflict the longer he watched this activity between his father and mother. He didn't know whether to rush in to his mother, or remain silent.
He asked his mother the next day if she had been ill during the night, to which she replied that she wasn't sick, and that the reason she had been moaning was a good reason, not a bad one. This seemed to satisfy John's anxiety, for it was quite apparent to him that his mother seemed very happy and healthy, and manifested no ill signs.
John witnessed this scene repeatedly until he left home. His feelings of apprehension faded as a growing feeling of desire began to creep into his consciousness, a desire which was a mixture of emotions involving his mother and his father, a desire which he could not make known to them. He kept his love feelings for his mother completely to himself, and often when he heard the sounds of lovemaking coming from his parents' room late at night, John would stay in his bed and masturbate as he fantasized that it was he instead of his father giving her such intense pleasure.
At thirteen, John witnessed another scene which was to help crystallize his urges in connection with oral-vaginal contact. He awoke one night to discover his mother experiencing oralism from the pet dog.
During the period from age five to the time he left home, John experienced strong sexual fantasies and day dreams in which he joined his mother in her "peculiar" habit. Sometimes, his dog was in the fantasy, sometimes his father, as John imagined all kinds of sexual activities taking place between them. The closest John ever came to fulfilling any of his fantasies was at sixteen when he performed a sex act with the dog.
These years of frustration and fantasizing, during which time he witnessed his parents engaging in oral activities, no doubt accounts for John's oral compulsions and his need to seek out, promiscuously, female partners upon whom he can perform cunnilingus.
Does John search unconsciously for his mother, in his incessant quest for oral activity with a variety of partners? Is he striving in his adult sexual behavior to compensate, or satisfy, the unfulfilled fantasies of his childhood? It would seem to be the case, and certainly, in the light of modern day psychological theory and understanding, such an assumption can be supported.
Sigmund Freud was able to formulate many significant theories pertaining to neuroses, compulsions and sexual behavior. Using the Freudian concepts which suggest the primacy of sexual urges in the life of every individual, we can view the psychosexual development of a child as broken down into several distinct but overlapping and interdependent stages. These stages occur as follows:
1. Oral stage. This begins with birth and usually lasts through the first year.
2. Anal stage. Usually from age 1 to about age 3, and may evidence remnants or holdovers from the oral stage.
3. Phallic stage. From age 3 to about age 6. Overlapping of urges from the previous oral and anal stages may be seen.
4. Latency stage. Usually from age 6 to age 12, at which time puberty occurs. An important stage during which the child begins to incorporate his libinal urges within the boundaries of environmental conditioning. An important socialization stage which may give rise to frustration, and later "fixations."
5. Genital stage. Begins at around age 12, the time of puberty, and leads into adult sexual behavior patterns. At this time, the adolescent must find ways to express his new-found sexuality. If there are hidden urges and frustrations which are being held over from the previous developmental stages, the adolescent may find himself burdened with compulsive urges, urges which are struggling to free him from his previous frustrated desires. Those frustrated desires may be "fixed" in one or all of his previous stages- the oral, the anal, the phallic, or the latency stages.
In his informative book, Freud: His Dream and Sex Theories, Joseph Jastrow explains:
... of all the Freudian libidinal concepts arising from developmental stages, those derived from the direction of libido to bodily zones lead to the most unexpected views of the sources of mature character traits again by the way of fixation, arrest, over-development, or regression. The three erogenous zones are oral, anal, and the completing genital, with a urethral component associated with the anal activities... Fixation is accepted by Jung as by Freud as a source of disharmony of development when childish forms of libido persist. The normal course is progressive; the abnormal course is regressive. Such fixations or arrests in the course of libido invite later neuroses and... form obstacles in maturing... The parent relation has a parallel place... in the systems. As the child's first satisfactions are intensely fixed upon the parents, these relations exercise a dominant influence on the plastic psyche. The attitudes of the parents, including their complexes, affect the child deeply including the parental pattern which the child imitates.
From the above concepts, we can understand how the psychosexual development through John's childhood and adolescence was greatly influenced by the kind of sexual behavior patterns which were expressed by his parents, by his witnessing of his mother's desire for oral stimulation of her vaginal orifice, and by his frustration created from his repressed desires to participate in those activities which he had observed.
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After Tina, of course, there were other young girls whom I made out with. Most of them were either the maids or the daughters of my clients, or even the client if she wasn't too old or ugly. I remember the time I was working for the B s. Mr. B and his wife lived in a huge mansion, resembling a small castle. It was surrounded by trees and gardens on a hill, isolated and quiet. Over the garage was the maid's quarters, and that's where Mona lived.
Mona was a beautiful Puerto Rican girl about nineteen years old, with dark lustrous skin, flashing white teeth, with shiny black hair flowing over her shoulders. She stood about five foot seven, and was gifted with one of the most perfect shaped figures I ever saw. And brother, she knew how to move that body of hers.
She was the essence of sex, and I think she knew it. There was a cockiness about her which really turned me on. Of course, I was turned on every time I watched that little rear end of hers swing back and forth as she walked along a garden path, or climbed the steps to her garage apartment. Her lovely pointed boobs stuck out over her narrow waist, and her strong energetic legs blended beautifully into her hips and buttocks. She was made for sex, and she didn't object to proving it.
Mr. B had a fourteen-year-old son named Jim, a quiet studious sort of guy who wore glasses and carried a book with him everywhere he went. Jim used to sit out under a willow tree by the edge of a small pond and read on Saturday mornings. I finally discovered what he was really up to. Mona would signal to him from her small window over the garage, and then he would sneak up the stairway into her apartment. There was no doubt that young stud was learning a great deal about life, and not all of it from books, either.
One Saturday morning, I was digging around a willow tree when Jim came and sat down nearby. He didn't say much, just sort of watched me as I shoveled dirt and smoothed it over the ground. I stopped for a moment, sat down on the ground a few feet away from him, and lit a cigarette.
"Whew... hot morning," I said, stretching out on the grass under the willow tree.
"Ninety-one, the radio said a few moments ago," Jim replied.
"Probably going to reach a hundred by noon," I said. "Sure would be nice to get out of this heat and take a break for an hour or so."
At that moment, I saw Mona at her window, waving to Jim. He rose, and walked toward the garage, trying to be totally nonchalant about it.
"Have fun," I chuckled. Jim half-turned to say something to me, but apparently changed his mind, I saw him disappear around the corner of the garage. Mona, I noticed, was still at her window. She was looking at me. I waved to her, and she lifted a hand only slightly to acknowledge my greeting. Then she smiled before disappearing.
I went back to my digging, and a few moments later I was interrupted by a whistle from Mona's window. I looked up and saw Jim. He waved to me to come up to the apartment. I glanced around to see that the B s were nowhere around. I had a good steady job here and I wasn't going to throw it away for nothing. However, the prospect of pressing my mouth over Mona's cunt was worth the risk. I laid my shovel against the willow tree, and nearly ran to the garage. With a final glance around, I dashed up the stairs. Jim opened the door and let me in quickly.
"Hi," I smiled as I greeted Jim and Mona.
"Don't worry about Mom and Dad," Jim said casually, "they're out of the way today. Won't be back until this afternoon."
"Hey, you big ox! Come sit over here!" Mona commanded and pointed to the edge of the bed. There were no chairs, just a bed, a soft carpet, and a few large throw pillows. A small kitchen and a tiny bathroom completed the apartment small, but clean and cozy. Jim sat on the floor next to the bed and began reading from the book he was holding.
"Lesson number three," he read in a cool factual tone of voice, "takes the student into his first visual contact with the female genital organs."
I almost choked at what I had heard, and I couldn't help coughing. Jim was unconcerned by my disturbance, and continued reading. As he read in his methodical deliberate style, I found myself getting aroused rapidly, my cock swelling inside my trousers and pounding against my thigh.
"The female model should remove her clothes without shame, and lie on the bed on her back, stretched out in a comfortable and relaxed position."
Mona stood in the middle of the room and began taking her clothes off. I watched breathlessly as she calmly slipped off her shoes and stockings, then her blouse and skirt, and finally her pink slip. We both gasped slightly as the slip fell to the floor and left her standing in front of us completely nude. She was even more beautiful and exciting than I had imagined. Jim motioned for her to lie on the bed. She slowly moved between us and eased onto the bed, stretching out on her back, her lovely body driving me out of my mind. I took another swallow of beer as Jim started reading again.
"The male should stand next to the bed, and remove his clothes without shame while the female watches him," Jim read. Then he looked up at Mona and asked, "Can John be the male subject?"
"You be the male, John," she said to me, a devilish look in her face.
I stood up by the bed; took off my shoes and socks, my shirt, and my pants. I stood for a moment with just my shorts on, and then I noticed that Jim was staring at the big bulge in my crotch. He reached up and hooked a finger into the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down suddenly, all the way to my ankles. My huge erection swung out in front of me like a big club. Then Jim continued reading while I gazed down at Mona, my heart racing in the excitement of this little lesson in sex.
"The male should gaze upon the naked body of his female partner," Jim spoke the words clearly, but I could detect a hint of sexual excitement in his tone. "Then he should crawl onto the bed with the female, and kneel between her open thighs, and lower his face to her vaginal orifice."
Almost in a daze, I followed Jim's words like a robot, my body trembling and my dick bobbing up and down hungrily. Mona gazed continuously into my eyes. Her mouth was moist and voluptuous, her breasts pointed upward firmly like two symmetrical pyramids of bronze flesh capped by delicious looking nipples that were shaped like round cherries, dark pink in color, and surrounded by circular bands of crimson colored skin. My mouth was drooling with the desire to suck over those luscious nipples and squeeze them in my hands.
"... lower his face to her vaginal edifice," Jim repeated the words as he rose from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at me and Mona.
I slowly lowered my face until my nose was brushing against Mona's wonderful crispy black crotch hairs. I could smell the exotic aromas of her snatch, her crotch hairs, her cunt lips, and-it was all I could do to keep my tongue in my mouth. I waited, for Jim to speak again. His voice sounded far off, distant, as he read from the book, and watched us as we acted out the instructions. I couldn't help noticing the thick bulge under the fly of his jeans as he sat on the bed next to me, and it was obvious that the kid was having the time of his life. Mona was very excited, too, by this novel approach to sex, breathing faster and making little groans as the lesson proceeded.
"The male should stick out his tongue and lick into the crack of the female's vulva, starting at the top, and sliding around gently over her clitoris with the tip of his tongue."
I did as he instructed, and Mona gasped quickly when I began circling around her clit with my tongue. Her reaction must have been too much for little Jim to cope with. He stood up and quickly removed his jeans and shirt, and crawled up on the bed behind me. Then he continued reading. I sensed that he was staring at me from behind as I licked into Mona's pussy. I had this strange sensation intuition that Jim was staring into the crack of my ass from behind as I sucked deeper into Mona's quivering cuntlips. The words he spoke came over my shoulders in a low monotone voice, and I felt almost as though I were being hypnotized.
"As the male subject licks deeper and deeper into the female vulva, stimulating her clitoris, and licking up and down along her labia minora, he should reach forward with his hands and cup the woman's breasts, and squeeze gently."
I did as he said, and Mona gasped and writhed in growing sexual lust. As for me, I was so hot I was ready for anything and everything. With a sudden gasp in Mona's pussylips, I felt something warm and slimy tickle over my buttocks. I realized that it was Jim sliding his tongue delicately over my rear end. It didn't take me away from Mona's cunt, though. I just dug my tongue into it more passionately, and moaned in pleasure. Slowly, Jim slid his tongue farther and farther into the crack of my ass until finally he was licking all over my pulsating shithole. I was going out of my mind. That was the first time I had ever been involved in a three-way sex orgy, and it turned out to be one of the most exciting and most satisfying moments I can remember.
Jim spread the cheeks of my ass with his warm trembling hands and sucked his mouth hard over my anus; he started jabbing his tongue into the opening. While he was doing that, I was probing my tongue into Mona's cunt, little by little, and squeezing her breasts. For some time I don't know how long Jim continued licking all over my ass with his tongue, lubricating it with his spit. I could feel the excitement he was feeling because his hands trembled and caressed all over my buttocks, my hips, my thighs, my balls and my cock. And I was lost somewhere inside Mona's convulsing snatch, licking and swirling my tongue deeper into her fuckhole. There was nothing else in the whole world. Just me, and Mona, and Jim. The three of us were all alone in a moment of suspended time, alone together.
The more Mona gasped and panted beneath me, the more I drove my tongue into her cunt. And the more I groaned in delirious lust, the more Jim urged his tongue over and into my tight asshole. There was no more reading from the book. From that point on, things just happened spontaneously, happily, and passionately.
Gradually, I licked upward from Mona's cunt over her belly, and sucked on her tits. Jim followed me from behind, keeping his mouth sucked on my asshole and forcing his hot tongue deeper into my hole.
I moaned and kissed Mona. She quickly sucked my tongue into her mouth, and writhed under me as the head of my cock pushed its way into her snatch. Jim lifted her legs into the air from behind, and with a quick thrust of my hips, I slammed my prick into her pussy. Then Jim crouched in behind me and eased the tip of his cock into the crack of my wet, slick ass.
"Oh, John!" he gasped, and pushed the head of his cock firmly against the opening of my asshole. I could feel the rim of my rear hole gradually widening, finally his dick started sliding into my anus. It was the first time anything like that had ever happened to me, and the sensations I felt inside were hot, strange, and wonderful. But I didn't realize what a big cock Jim had. For a fourteen-year-old kid, he had a man-sized organ, and when it first went in, I felt like I was going to shit all over the bed. But in a few seconds, it began to feel beautiful and warm inside my rectum.
"Oh, man... ohhhhh," I moaned heavily as Jim laid down over me and shoved the entire length of his pounding cock all the way into my ass. Then he started kissing me and licking his tongue up and down my spine as he fucked me in long smooth strokes. The friction of his cock rubbing against the walls of my rectum created a warm glow deep, in my bowels, and every time he threw his hips down and sent the head hammering deep into my gut, I thought I was going to shoot off.
While I fucked up and down, faster and faster into Mona's hot pussy, Jim fucked in and out of my asshole, gasping and kissing on my shoulders and neck.
Mona began crying and going wild, and I knew she was going to explode. Her cunt was going wild around my cock, and Jim was fucking like a rabbit in my burning hole. A few seconds later, we were gasping and trembling in ecstasy as we went into a simultaneous orgasm and exploded together in a frenzy of cries and groans and squeals.
Jim fucked his long prick furiously in and out of my sputtering wet asshole, while at the same time I threw my shaft downward and forward, slamming it hard into Mona's creaming cunt and shooting off inside her. Mona squirmed and gasped as she felt my club jerking and pounding inside her, her pussy convulsing and squeezing around my ejaculating dick as she shot her cream all over my cock.
After we finished shooting off, Jim pulled out of my asshole slowly, then got up and went to the bathroom. Later, I got up and went into the bathroom and washed my asshole off. I was amazed that there was no pain from the fucking Jim had given me. Just a warm feeling somewhere deep inside my rectum. When I returned to the bedroom, Jim was gone. I put on my clothes, and gave Mona's cunt one last lick before returning to my work out by the willow tree very reluctantly.
That was quite a morning for me. I think I discovered some things about myself that I hadn't been aware of before. At first, I was a little worried about getting fucked in the ass and enjoying it, but after I explained all this activity to my analyst he assured me that I wasn't a homosexual just because I had that one experience, and I felt OK about it. In fact, I've done it a few more times since then, with Jim, and with one of Jim's boyfriends. This lasted for awhile until Jim got jealous because his friend and I started running around together, and he threatened to expose me as a queer. That's when I got to feeling depressed again. I knew in my head I wasn't a queer, because I knew how much I liked sucking on pussy. I never saw Jim or Charles after that. Once in awhile, I thought about what we used to do together, fucking each other in the ass, and so on. But, mostly, I thought about sticking my tongue into that hot cunt of Mona's.
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It became clear to John's counselor that there were two components in John's sexual behavior which expressed themselves. First, there was a strong fixation which compelled John to engage in oral activities with his girl partners. Second, there was a latent homosexual urge which found expression for the first time at the age of twenty-eight with young Jim. It is worth noting in John's case that his compulsive urges for oralism posed far greater problems for him socially and economically than his homosexual urge, which was not compulsive.
CHAPTER TWO: TOO MUCH CANDY
I remember the first night I met David and Judy. It was during my second summer in New York, and I was feeling low because I was down to my last buck and things weren't looking too good. Meeting Dave was lucky for me, 'cause he paid me money to pose in the nude for his picture business, while his-beautiful redheaded wife made it fun for me.
I met them in a bar in the Village. I remember I was talkin' to Hank, the bartender, saying about how I needed to make some fast money because Frank and me wasn't havin' too much success fin-din' combo work. (Frank is my twenty-three-year-old brother.) He plays trombone, and I play a little tenor sax.
"I don't mean to insult you or anything," Hank said, "but you see that couple sitting over there in the corner?"
I glanced over my shoulder and saw Judy smilin' at me. The guy with her had his back to me. After a while, Hank introduced me to them. They invited me to join them for a couple of drinks. Judy turned out to be very friendly as well as beautiful, and from the sexy looks she was givin' me, I was a little worried that her man might get sore. But they both treated me like a real pal, and after a few more drinks, I was feelin' pretty relaxed with them.
"When Hank got ready to lock up for the night, Judy grabbed me by the arm and said, "Hey, come on up to our flat and have some coffee." She squeezed my arm and said, "Damn, you got some muscle on you, don't you, honey!"
I smiled and replied, "All in the right places, too." I guess I was really feelin' loose. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe it was because I was just feelin' horny as hell. Anyway, I decided to go along with them, and hope for the best.
They took me to a small apartment, not far from the Village. When David switched on the lights, I saw a lot of photographic equipment scattered around. You know, a couple of cameras on tripods, some big lamps, and so on. I noticed a stack of photos on a table, and glanced through them. Most of them were photos of nude girls in all kinds of poses, a few were nude males.
"Make yourself at home, big boy," Judy smiled, kickin' off her heels. "It's a warm night," she hollered as she went into a small kitchen, "so you might as well take off your shoes and shirt, and relax."
David was already takin' off his shirt, so I figured it was the thing to do. It wasn't long before the three of us were stripped down to our underclothes, sippin' on some brandy that Judy brought in. It turned out to be a hot night. Much hotter than I anticipated.
After a little while, David got up from his chair and said, "I think I'll go make a few enlargements of those shots we took yesterday." He went into another room, and closed the door.
"That's the darkroom," Judy smiled sexily as she leaned back on the sofa, her eyes flashin' at me. I felt a little thrill shoot up through my cock as I watched her full breasts rise up and stretch inside her bra. I was a little nervous, "cause I wanted her bad, but I wasn't sure about her man. I guess she sensed what was troublin' me.
"Tom, don't worry about David. He and I have known each other a long time," she said. "We're good friends, no strings."
"Ain't ya married?" I asked, sippin' on my brandy.
"Yeah... for purposes of income tax," she smiled. Her white skin looked like marble in the soft glow of the red table lamp next to the couch. She could tell from the growin' bulge inside my. shorts that I was hot for her, and she played with her long, red hair which hung down loose over her shoulders. She kept lookin' at me in a coy way. She knew damn well I wanted her, and it dawned on me suddenly that she wanted me, too. I had made out with white dames before, and I knew from experience that a lot of them go in for black guys in a big way. And she was one of them.
My eyes took in the curves of her five-foot six-inch body. We kept staring at each other for a few minutes, knowing full well that we were goin' to make it with each other. I leaned back in my chair and stretched my legs out toward her, and the bulge inside my shorts jerked and pushed upward, stretchin' the white cotton away from my groin. Slowly, I let my hand slide over my chest, down along my stomach, until my thumb hooked into the waistband of my underwear. I pushed them down, and my big cock jumped up and bounced on top of my belly like a swollen sausage.
When Judy saw that, she breathed real heavy like, and ran her tongue along her lower lip. We didn't take our eyes off each other the whole time, and all kinds of wild sensations was runnin' through me. It was like bein' on a real trip, float-in' there in the dim red light, watchin' each other, diggin' each other like that, not sayin' a word.
Finally, she reached under her arm slow and easy, and unsnapped her bra. It slid away from her and when I saw how beautiful her tits were, it was all I could do to keep from droolin' down my chin. They were firm and swollen, just like a hot young teenage sexpot. It was hard to believe that she was twenty-eight years old. She had a better body on her than most girls a lot younger. The tips of her breasts came to pointed ends, standin' out, just waitin' to get sucked. They were reddish pink next to the pale white skin around them, and they looked moist and hot, like coals, waitin' for my mouth and tongue.
I lifted my knees up, slid my shorts off, and felt my heavy balls danglin' against the front of my chair. My cock curved upward and throbbed against my navel as I leaned back in the chair again and kept my eyes glued on Judy. She dropped her bra over the side, of the couch, then raised her hips up from the cushions and pushed her black lace panties down, finally kickin' them over the end of the couch.
I wasn't prepared for the sight of her naked pussy. I guess she was about the most beautiful white chick I had seen in a long time. The silky smoothness of her white belly joined with the red hair of her crotch. I leaned forward, my eyes buggin' and blinkin' like I was try in' to wake up from a dream. But it wasn't no dream, I can tell you that. She was a dream, but it wasn't no dream!
Without even thinkin' about it, I stood up and sort of floated over to the couch. Judy looked up at me as I stood over her, her eyes roamin' up and down over my brown shiny chest and stomach. She was breathin' heavy as she reached out and touched the inside of my leg. I closed my eyes as her fingers went upward, ticklin' along until they squeezed gently around my big black balls.
A second later, I heard myself gaspin' as somethin' hot and slimy engulfed the head of my cock and started slidin' over my meat. Man, it was one of the wildest feelin's I ever had... that hot, slippery sensation suckin' over my throbbin' cock-head, slidin' forward over my big, black prick... slowly... slowly... until my whole cock was finally swallowed up by it.
"Sheeeeeezzzz," I moaned, my eyes still closed. My legs were tremblin' pretty bad at that point. Reachin' forward automatically, I felt her soft hair fall against my thighs. Suddenly, she forced her mouth all the way to the base of my cock... I thought that mushroom head on the end of my prod was goin' to slide all the way to her stomach. Little gaggin' motions somewhere down in her throat started squeezin' and convulsin' around the bulgin' head of my prick, and I almost shot off right then and there.
Then Judy started slidin' back off my cock, very slowly. As she drew her mouth up along the shiny wet shaft, she swirled her warm slick tongue all around it, in fast crazy circles. "Oh, shit... baby," I mumbled. She swirled her tongue all around the tip of my jerkin' prick, then she pulled away from it with one final suck of her mouth. I fell to my knees next to the couch and grabbed her by the hair, kind of rough-like, but not enough to hurt her.
"She flashed her green eyes at me, and parted her lips. I could see the tip of her tongue flickin' just inside her mouth. As our lips met, she thrust that hot tongue of hers like a snake into my mouth, and I sucked it deep as I could into my throat. We moaned together, and I could taste the sweaty oily flavor of my prick mixed in with her thick sweet spit. Man, I was really shakin', just from kissin' her like that, and knowin' I was gonna screw the shit outa that hot redheaded cunt of hers.
Just then, I heard a little sound in back of me. I pulled my mouth away from Judy with a loud pop and spun around fast, almost knockin' over the coffee table. Dave was comin' out of the other room, with all his clothes on shoes and everything. When he saw the startled look on my face, he smiled easily and walked toward us.
"Hey," he chuckled, "I'm just going out to get some cigarettes. You two need any?"
I kept my eyes on him. I didn't quite trust him, I guess. I shook my head to let him know I didn't need any cigs. He must've seen the tense look on my face, "cause he smiled a little and then said, "Relax, Tom. Judy and I are old friends. She does her thing, and I do mine. OK?"
"Sure... okay," I said, feelin' a little better. By the tone in his voice, I knew he meant what he said. I held out my hand, and he reached over the coffee table and grasped it. When he left, he paused at the door and said he'd be back in about an hour.
After he'd gone, I got up and latched the door from the inside. I guess I didn't want any more interruptions or unexpected visitors. Then I made my way back to the couch where Judy was stretched out, her white body waitin' to get crushed in my black arms.
I eased myself down on top of her, and wrapped my arms around her. She moaned and closed her eyes when she felt my stiff cock push against her pussy. There wasn't no resistance put up by her when I pushed her legs apart with my knees. Even if there had been, it wouldn't have done her no good. I was goin' to fuck her. I knew it. And she knew it.
"Oh, Tom... Tom," she groaned soft and low, almost in a whisper, as I reached down with my hands and pulled her legs up. She locked her ankles around the back of my neck as I raised up and scooted forward. I looked down at her face as I leaned over her, and she ran her hands over my chest, pinchin' my tits and pantin' up at me like a little wildcat. She was hot as hell, her eyes flashin' green sparks, her mouth quiverin' at the corners.
I lowered my face slowly, until my lips were barely an inch from hers. She darted her tongue out and flicked it all over my mouth, my nose, and my cheeks. We started playin' games with our tongues, like two slimy snakes wrigglin' and squirmin' and spittin'. I could feel the head of my cock pressin' against her hot, moist cuntlips. Little by little, I eased forward, pushin' steadily at the openin' of her pussy until I felt it give way. I moved forward on my knees, pushin' into Judy's hot pussy, inch by inch, keepin' my tongue occupied in little games around her mouth and nose. Gradually, her warm slippery cuntlips stretched around the head of my cock, squeezin' and quiverin' like and stretchin' as my big prick pushed inside.
When I got about halfway in, Judy tensed up all over and let out this little gasp, and got this crazy look on her face. Then she pulled my head down with her hands and started suckin' on my nose. She was makin' me hotter'n shit, and I couldn't help rammin' the rest of my prick. I slammed it to her hard.
"Yuunngghhh!" she grunted like a stuck pig when I showed her what a piece of young, black meat could do. But it didn't stop her from suckin' and slobberin' all over my nose and mouth. She was drivin' me up the wall with that mouth of hers, and squirmin' and moanin' underneath me as I forced the head of my prick deep as I could into that twitchin' pussy.
The muscles inside her cunt were goin' wild, too, squeezin' and relaxin', squeezin' and relaxin' like a hot slimy hand around my shaft. That's when I really started cookin'. I started fuckin' in and out of that tight, juicy cunt, hard and fast. Bam! Bam! Bam! I let her have every inch of my ramrod in a burst of piledriver punches.
Judy grunted over my nose every time I drove my hips forward, my sweaty balls ban gin' against her asshole and makin' little slappin' noises. I don't have to tell you, I was gettin' close to shoot-in' off in that hot honeyhive. And Judy knew it, too. She could tell from the way my prick was beginnin' to swell and jerk inside her that I was gettin' damn close to unloadin'.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" Judy groaned. She tried to push me up away from her, with this crazy look in her eyes, her lips glistening and droolin'.
"What you mean, woman, don't shoot!" I growled, pinnin' her hands back over her head and starin' down at her. I kept on fuckin' her, and said, "What the shit you talkin' about, don't shoot!"
"I want your-come, baby!" she panted, squirmin' to get her pussy away from my dick. "I want to taste all that hot come shooting off in my mouth and running down my throat. Please, baby, fuck my mouth... I need it like that! Please!"
Hearin' her plead like that got to me. She wasn't kiddin' about wantin' me to shoot off in her mouth. "OK, OK," I said, wishin' I didn't have to pull out of that hot cunt of hers. I gave her a couple more slams, hard ones that made her whole body jerk and bounce. Then I pulled out of her so fast I could feel pussy juice splashin' all over my balls.
"Quick, baby... let me have it!" she reached down and grabbed my cock with her hand.
I placed my hands around the back of her head and shoved her down. Then I felt her lips suck over the head and her tongue start swirlin' all around. Hot damn, I nearly blew right then!
"Mmmm... ohhhhh... mmmmmmmm," Judy was moanin' like a baby as she wrapped her tongue around my cock and started slidin' all the way down my slimy slick shaft until she couldn't go no further. Just like before, I could feel the muscles in her throat squeezin' around the head of my prick, trying to swallow it. She didn't come back up the shaft. She just took every inch of that bulgin' rod into her mouth and throat, and kept it there. Then she started in on it with that tongue of hers, and I thought I was goin' through the ceilin'. I don't know what she was doin', exactly. I guess she was mostly swirlin' her tongue around all over the head. Everythin' felt hot and slippery and beautiful. I just knelt there on the couch and closed my eyes while she worked her tongue and mouth all over my stiff meat, gettin' closer and closer to shootin' off.
When she reached up and started massagin' my balls in her fingers, that was all I could take. My juices started boilin' and a couple of seconds later I started pantin' and gaspin'.
"Here I c c come!" I stuttered, my whole body shakin'. I grabbed the back of Judy's head with my hands and held her pinned on my jerkin' dick. Then I started shootin' off.
"Oooooh," I cried as that cock of mine splattered the inside of Judy's mouth with hot come. Everythin' went dark for a couple of seconds. I thought I'd never stop shootin' off. Judy just kept on swirlin' that crazy tongue of hers around the shaft of my prick, tryin' to swallow all that cream as fast as I was unloadin' it.
Finally, I was all juiced out, barely able to keep myself from fallin' off the couch. I let go of her head, and she fell back with a long sigh. We laid there on the couch next to each other for awhile, smokin' and talkin'. Later, Dave came back and knocked on the door, and I let him in. After the three of us had a bite to eat, he started takin' some pictures of me nude and that's how I picked up some money for a few weeks. I sure had fun playin' around with the redheaded cunt, too.
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Before we get into a discussion of oralism in connection with this particular case history, it would be helpful to take a brief look at Tom's childhood as he grew up in Missouri, and at some of his experiences which may have played their part in influencing his sexual behavior.
Tom and his brother Frank were born on a small farm not far from Kansas City, Missouri. They grew up there until Frank was fifteen and Tom thirteen. At this time, a car accident took the lives of the parents and the boys lived with an aunt in Kansas City. She was a permissive woman, and allowed the boys a great deal of freedom in their dating habits.
Frequently, they double-dated, taking their girl friends to a drive-in movie, after which they would drive into the country. Tom revealed that it was during this period that he began to develop his awareness and his sexual expertise in regards to the opposite sex, primarily by observing the behavior of his older brother. Frank and his girl friends, the kinds of petting and sexual activities in which they engaged, played a major part in guiding Tom's attitudes during his years of puberty and adolescence. The two boys were close companions and confidants, and often they would disclose their activities to each other. Frank, in a typically big-brother fashion, and being much more sexually aggressive and precocious than Tom, threw out little pieces of advice and information in the exchange of their sexual experiences and exploits.
As brothers growing up on the small farm, they had ample opportunity to observe the phenomenon of mating among animals of various kinds. In his observations of the sexual behavior of various species, Tom, unconsciously at first, then later consciously, was highly influenced in his attitudes toward sexual activity. He and his brother grew up together cognizant of the prevalence of oral activities among animals. This awareness played no small part in their psychosexual development. For them, oral activities were a natural part of their environment. As Tom expressed it during one of his sessions: "If animals can do it, why can't humans?"
Regarding the use of the mouth and its parts during sexual-activity among animals, Alfred C. Kinsey, in his report-entitled Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, writes:
The significance of the mouth depends, of course, upon the fact that all of its parts are richly supplied with nerves. This is true throughout the class Mammalia, and also true of some of the other vertebrates. Fish, lizards, many birds and practically all of the mammalian species which have been studied are likely to place their mouths on some part of the partner's body during pre-coital play or actual coitus... In many mammalian species, where the tip of the nose may be as sensitive as the lips of the mouth, the lips and the nose are used indiscriminately to make contacts with all parts of the body. All of these things also happen during sexual activity in an uninhibited human animal. It is not surprising that the two areas of the body which are most sensitive erotically, namely the mouth and the genitalia, should frequently be brought into direct contact. The high... frequency of mouth-genital contacts in the human animal have been detailed in our volume on the male, and in the present volume.
Although there are still many individuals who for religious reasons, repressive backgrounds, or unfounded fears and harmful taboos regarding their own sexual urges might deny the validity of Kinsey's findings, one cannot go on forever discrediting the findings of leaders in the fields of animal behavior and human behavior. Since the time of Darwin, when the idea of man's animal ancestry began to shake the very foundations of previous beliefs, and Judeo-Christian ethics, scientists throughout the world have added their contributions to the growing stockpile of literature and documented observations, all of which lend support and credence to Kinsey's findings.
The general view held by the many highly trained and experienced scientists and field workers who have spent many years of observing animal behavior, and correlating their observations to human behavior, seems to indicate that the urge for oral-genital contact in human sexual activity has its origins in the instinctual behavior of man's ancestral cousins, the lower animals.
In speaking of the phylogenetic origins of this aspect of sexual activity, Kinsey explains:
Most mammals, when sexually aroused, crowd together and nuzzle and explore with their noses, mouths, and feet over each other's bodies. They make lip-to-lip contacts and tongue-to-tongue contacts, and use their mouths to manipulate every part of the companion's body, including the genitalia... Indeed, some of the basic capacities... must have originated hundreds of millions of years ago among the ancient vertebrate stocks which gave rise to the Mammalia. In a biologic sense, a normal or natural sort of behavior, and not the intellectually contrived perversion which it has sometimes been considered.
Thus, we may conclude that Tom's childhood observations as he grew up on the farm played an important role in forming his later attitudes on sexual activity. The germinal seed of oral eroticism was planted and fertilized during his pre-pubertal years, a seed which was to sprout and blossom after he and his brother left the farm and moved to Kansas City.
It was during his period of adolescent development that Tom was to give expression to the seed of oralism which had been imprinted upon his unconscious years before on the farm.
He revealed that on a number of occasions when he and his brother took their dates out in the country, Tom was fellated to orgasm, by his dates. Shortly after his first "passive" experience in mouth-genital contact, Tom began taking a more active role in oral activities. From then on, Tom began making it a regular part of his lovemaking to stimulate his girl friends in that manner.
Regarding the incidence of oral-genital contact during petting and lovemaking among the younger generation, Kinsey, in his Sexual Behavior of the Human Female, writes:
... among those females who had had some, even though not extensive coital experience, some 20 percent in the younger generations had accepted such oral stimulation; and among those who had had more extensive coital experience, 46 percent had accepted such contacts.
In comparing his findings on the incidence of oral contacts with female genitalia and the incidence of oral contacts with male genitalia, Kinsey reports:
Oral stimulation of the male genitalia by the female occurs somewhat less frequently than oral stimulation of the female genitalia by the male... The greater inclination of the human male toward oral activity is duplicated among other species of mammals.
Kinsey's statistics, taken some twenty years ago before the current sexual "revolution" began sweeping through our society, may be somewhat conservative in regards to the incidence of oral-genital contacts among the younger generation of today. It is remarkable to find that Kinsey's studies indicate that among the younger and sexually experienced females of that time, nearly two-thirds "had made oral contacts with the male genitalia before marriage."
But what about Tom's penchant for analingus? We have little indication that his enjoyment of analingus was based on anything but his own free sexuality. It does not seem to be the product of some "hidden" or "perverse" psychological hangup. Rather, it seems to be an extension of his enjoyment of oral-genital contact in general. He was seventeen when he first experienced analingus activity in his sexual episodes. In his words, "it was just natural to want to lick all over a pretty girl, not just her tits and her crotch, but everywhere, even her ass."
Various researchers in the field of human sexual behavior and response seem to be in basic agreement regarding the phenomenon of anal eroticism, summed up by Kinsey:
The erotic sensitivity of the anal area depends in part upon the fact that there are abundant end organs of touch throughout the anal surfaces, and in part upon the fact that reactions of the muscles (the anal sphincters) which normally keep the anus closed may be erotically stimulating... The anus is particularly significant in sexual response because the anal and genital areas share some muscles in common, and the activity of either area may bring the other area into action... In brief, anal contractions, perineal responses, genital responses, and nasal and oral responses are so closely associated that one may believe that some sort of simple and direct reflex arc is involved.
We will find a summary of the mechanisms which played a part in Tom's psychosexual development at the end of this case history.
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"Lookin' back on things, there ain't no doubt that the first summer me and Frank spent in New York was the best. We were livin' in this flat in Harlem. It wasn't much, but we sure had a lot of fun there with some of the most luscious broads you can imagine. I never will forget the first night we went to the Village. We had been in New York a couple of days, and we were rarin' to see the sights and get some snatch.
Frank pulled the car into a lot near this club we spotted, and started gigglin' like a school boy. He couldn't wait to get into action with the dames, and he was gigglin' with excitement like a kid goin' to his first carnival. We walked towards the club, and when we got to the door, he pulled my arm and started playin' big brother.
"Now, look, little brother," he muttered, "don't let no broad lift all that bread off you."
"Shit, you're the one who's always throwin' your money around!" I replied. "I gotta watch you, mutherfucker!"
When we went inside, this cute little blonde doll with big blue eyes came up to us and smiled. Frank and me went speechless for a couple of seconds, because all she had on was this tight bikini outfit. Her boobs were so big and bouncy I thought they were gonna fall out right in front of my eyes. She showed us to a table.
"What would you gentlemen like?" she smiled, striking this sexy pose.
"What you got?" Frank looked up and down at her when he spoke. I nearly burst out laughin' right there, but bit my tongue.
"Just about everything, I'm sure," she put her hands on her hips and shifted a little, starin' at Moses straight in the eye without a blink.
"Uh... yeah," he squirmed a bit in his chair. "Well, how about a couple of wine coolers for now," he smiled, "and maybe later we'll try something else on for size."
She winked at him, then flashed her eyes at me before she left to get our drinks. I turned to Frank with a sigh, and saw he was reachin' down under the table to his crotch. I knew he was makin' room for that hard cock of his, just like I was doin'.
"Whew!" he let out his breath, "that's what I call hospitality!" I agreed with him, and asked if he thought he could line her up. Actually, I was just teasin' him. But, as it turned out, he made a date to pick her up when she got off at 2 A.M., and she spent the night with the two of us. What a night!
When we got to our apartment, she threw her coat on the couch and kicked off her heels, and made herself at home, just like she lived there. I couldn't take my eyes off that luscious body of hers, and' I kept wonderin' if I was gonna get the first whack at that hot little snatch.
"Your name's Tom, right?" she smiled and ambled into the bedroom.
"Y-Yeah... right," I stammered. "And you're Candy?" I asked followin' her into the bedroom.
"That's what everybody calls me," she stood in front of the mirror, admirin' herself. Man, oh man, she was tearin' me up. She ran her hands over her breasts, then asked me to unhook her bra. I stood in back of her and trembled as I helped her with her bra. Frank came in, stark naked, his big cock stickin' straight out in front of him, black and shiny. When Candy saw him standin' there smilin', she gave a little gasp, then knelt down in front of him and started lickin' the head of his cock. It jerked up and down right in front of her nose, and she had to grab it with her hands to hold it still. Frank glanced at me, smiled, then motioned for me to get my clothes off. A few moments later, all three of us were layin' on the bed, and Candy was in the middle. I was still wonderin' which one of us was goin' to get the first fuck, but she took matters in her own hands.
"Come here, daddy," she moaned and turned towards Frank. "Give mama some of those hot lips."
He pulled her to him tight, and I watched his hands rub up and down her white smooth back.
"Oh, daddy... daddy," she started whinin' and pantin' like a little girl, then she swung her leg up over his hip and wriggled her hot cunt towards his dick.
I snuggled towards her and felt my cock throbbin' against her buttocks. Then I reached over her hip and glided my hand down between her belly and Frank's belly. She moaned and squirmed like a little cat as we pressed up against her from both sides. I put my hand down to her snatch and felt Frank's big cock already slidin' into that crack of hers.
"Ohhh... yes... yesssss," Candy moaned, grindin' her hips smoothly after Frank slid his whammer all the way into her.
I was wonderin' if she wanted me to do anything special, but I didn't have to wonder very long. Candy spit in the palm of her hand, then reached behind her and slicked it all over my cock. I realized then what she was hintin' at. She really wanted to get filled by both of us at the same time. The idea of it sent me out of my mind with lust.
I looked down at her rear and started pantin' hard when I saw that luscious ass movin' and hunchin', just waitin' for me to shove my dick into it. I wanted to get a good look at that rear of hers before I fucked it, so I scooted down in the bed and spread her cheeks wide. I saw Frank's sausage fuckin' in and out of her pussy like a hot poker in that steamin' cunt of hers. Then I saw her asshole, that delicious lookin' pink pucker waitin' like a piece of candy to be licked. It quivered every time Frank slammed his rod into her cunt.
"Oh, shit!" I gasped, and shoved my face right into that beautiful white ass of hers. I don't know what came over me. I never done that before in my life. All I know is I couldn't keep my mouth away from that pink round shithole and start lickin' my tongue all around it.
"Unghhmmmm!" Candy grunted loud when she felt my lips suck down on her shitter. Her body started tremblin', and I wanted to make it tremble even more.
I spread those luscious cheeks apart even further, then pushed my tongue as hard as I could against that crazy little hole. It spasmed for a few seconds, then started givin' way to my stiff tongue. Then suddenly, it relaxed and my tongue started snakin' up into that hot rectum. Man, that's when Candy really went wild. I had to grab her hips and hold her steady so I could keep my tongue inside. Otherwise she probably would have bounced right off the bed. I never saw a chick wiggle and squirm and cry out as much as she did when I shoved my tongue as far as I could up into that ass of hers. And while I gave her ass a good fuckin' with my tongue, I could see her pussy, stretched and juicy, as my brother let her have every inch of his big, throbbin' plugger.
"Now let me have it!" she suddenly cried as she reached around and grabbed my cock in her hand. I knew she wanted me to slam my meat up that shithole, and man, that's just what I did. I pulled my long tongue back out of that hot ass, then turned around on the bed and wrapped-my arms around her from behind. The head of my cock was oozin' thick beads of cream, and it started slidin' into the crack of her buttocks. Candy reached down and guided it right, to the center of her convulsin' shithole.
"Oh... yes... yes... YES!" Candy almost screamed in joy as I started shovin' it into her. I was amazed that it slid in so easy, because it felt tight around my head, and I was afraid of hurtin' her. But she just gasped, and cried, "Go, daddy!"
"You asked for it, baby!" I gave her fair warning, then threw my hips forward and drove my dick all the way up her asshole. She drew a deep breath and threw her head back, and I sucked down on her neck, just below her ear. I caught Frank's eyes, and we winked at each other as we fucked in and out of that hot bitch from both sides, me in her ass, and him in her cunt. She was goin' out of her mind with two big cocks fillin' her guts and fuckin' her like she'd never been fucked before.
"Ah... ah... ah!" she kept gaspin' as we held her between us and let her have it with both barrels.
"Like it, don't you, honey!" I grunted at her. "You can really feel, these cocks churnin' you up inside, can't you!"
"Oh... ohhhhhh!" Candy squealed and gasped as we kept her pinned between us and thrust our hips back and forth. Every time Frank drove forward and forced his dick up into her cunt, I pulled back until only the head of my cock was in her ass. Then when he pulled back and drew his dick almost all the way out of her cunt, I slammed my hips forward and shoved my club as far as I could up inside her asshole. We kept a good rhythm like that goin', back and forth, in and out of that beautiful little broad.
"Soon, Candy started twistin' and cryin' between us like a baby as we slammed it to her. "Please don't stop!" she cried, and let out a long gasp. "Don't stop now, you motherfuckers!"
"I ain't gonna stop, you bitch!" Frank yelled at her, as he drove his tongue deep into her mouth, and Candy moaned as she sucked on it.
"I ain't gonna stop, either, you fuckin' wildcat!" I grunted at her from behind. I wrapped my arm under her chin and pulled her head back and held her. I wasn't hurtin' her or anything like that, but I was feelin' kind of rough. She made me feel that way. All kinds of ideas was runnin' through my head. I wanted to get rough with her, but not enough to really hurt her. I could tell from the expression on my brother's face that he was feelin' the same way. And she seemed to be diggin' everything we was doin'.
We didn't lose a beat as we pushed and pulled, screwin' the hell outa that sex-crazy bitch. Her asshole was gettin' hot and juicy from the action of my dick inside it. I could feel, it squeezin' and convulsin' around the shaft of my cock every time I drove it up into her. Both of us guys was gettin' closer and closer to shootin' off, and the tempo of our fuck motions kept gettin' faster and faster. I knew it wouldn't be much longer before we blasted off together and filled her guts with cream.
"Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" Candy was gaspin' for air like she was drownin'. I glanced over her shoulder and looked at Frank. He gave me a little nod to let me know he was gettin' close, and I nodded back to let him know I was gettin' there, too. We started drivin' faster and harder into her guts, and that's when she let out this wild series of grunts and started buckin' between us. The three of us were gettin' ready to blow at the same time!
Automatically, I put my hand over her mouth. If she screamed when she climaxed, I didn't want her to wake the whole goddam buildin'. It's a good thing I did, too, because a second later she stiffened between us and let out this loud cry. I clamped my hand over her mouth and started rammin' my dick fast and hard in and out of her steamin' asshole. It squeezed in juicy spasms around my cock, and I knew she was creamin'. POW! POW! POW! Me and my brother let her have it full force as she went into her climax.
"Oh... baby!" Frank groaned, and I knew he was fillin' her snatch with hot come.
"You said it, man!" I gasped. My cock started shootin' off deep in Candy's rectum.
She tried to scream to the whole goddam neighborhood, but I muffled it with my hand over her mouth. She bucked and kicked as we held her between us and drove our cocks as deep as we could up into her guts. I'll never forget the sensation of that asshole of hers as it tightened around my explodin' cock. Man, I shot a cupful of come up that hot ass of hers more than I had ever before.
After a few seconds more of wild gruntin' and fuckin', me, and Frank relaxed our grip on her, and just moved gently against her body. Finally, Candy came down, nice and slow, and went limp between us. Then she started sobbin' like a little girl as we rubbed over her tits and stomach and hips. My dick was still throbbin' inside her shitter just like a firebrand.
After a while, Candy got dressed and Frank drove her back to the Village. I laid there on the bed for awhile, wonderin' if I'd ever get the chance to give her the full treatment with my mouth and tongue. Not just in her ass, but in her juicy cunt, too. I never had put my mouth on a woman's asshole before I met Candy, but after doin' it to her, and feelin' the muscles of her rectum quiverin' around my tongue, I knew I had to do it again. From that moment on, suckin' around on a girl's ass and cunt became standard practice for me, and I never found a woman who didn't like what I did.
The next few days, Frank and me made some attempts to find some kind of work. We still had about $450 dollars left, so we weren't worried too much. We kept practicin' our horns together, hopin' we might be able to get lined up with a combo eventually, but we found out that the competition was stiff in New York. We never realized just how hard it was to find work as sidemen, I guess.
We stopped in this coffee shop near Central Park one afternoon, hot and tired. Frank was in a grumpy mood, 'cause he'd just had an audition with this bandleader, and the guy told him to try again after he learned how to get through the changes to 'Body and Soul' and 'All the Way."
"This cute black chick, real young and fresh lookin', came over and asked us what we wanted. We ordered coffee, and I noticed how Frank was watchin' her out of the corner of his eyes.
"You like that?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders, but I had this feelin' he was really diggin' her. I could see why, because she was built nice and curvy, about five-foot seven, and her lovely little ass bounced sexily as she walked around waitin' on tables. But, she didn't look like no easy pickup. She looked like a nice clean girl tryin' to make an honest livin'.
About a week later, Frank started datin' Cora. That was her name, Cora. She was eighteen, just out of high school, and had a gentle, soft personality, sweet as she could be. She wasn't no innocent angel, but she was a decent girl. I was surprised to see Frank treatin' her with respect, 'cause most of the time he didn't get that way with broads. He usually fucked 'em and went on to the next piece of meat but this was different. Not that he didn't try to get in her pants, but she played it cool and he didn't force the issue. About two months later, they got married.
The three of us moved into this two-bedroom apartment, and for awhile everything went along swell. Frank and me was still practicin', dreamin' of landin' a job with a band, and Cora kept her job at the coffee shop. She made enough money to pay the rent and keep food in the apartment. She even bought a TV, and we used to sit around nights dig-gin' the late movies. Cora and Frank always went to their bedroom before I did, since she had to get up and go to work early. Lot's of times when I turned off the TV and went to my room, I could hear the bed squeakin' from their room, and I'd lay on my bed and listen to Cora moan and I'd imagine it was me makin' her moan by fuckin' her the asshole with my tongue.
One night I was layin' on my bed, listein' to them fuckin', and I decided I had to get some cunt for myself. I put on my clothes and went to the Village. As it turned out, I ran into Candy, and we had a couple of drinks together.
"What you been doin' since I last seen you, Candy?" I asked her, "I was hopin' we'd see each other again."
"Oh, I got a bit part in a play, and went on the road," she said. "I just got back a week ago. I'm looking for a steady job again."
She was sexy as ever, and I asked her if she would like to come up to the pad for a drink.
Sure, I'd love to. By the way, how's that brother of yours getting along?" she asked.
I told her about Cora and him gettin' married. She just sort of smiled, but didn't say anything about it. When we got to the apartment, it was almost 3 A.M., and we tiptoed into my bedroom. She sat down on the edge of my bed and I stood in front of her as she unzipped my trousers and pulled my dick out. Then her tongue started curlin' around the head, and a moment later she was suckin' all the way down over my stiff prick and squeezin' my balls. We threw our clothes off fast and got on the bed.
"Ooooooh... Tom... Tom," she moaned softly as I turned her over on her stomach and pressed my face into that beautiful white ass. I couldn't wait to shove my tongue right up into that tremblin' pink shithole. When I grabbed her fleshy cheeks in my hands and spread them apart, I saw that lovely round hole quiverin' and pulsatin' in the dim light. Man, I couldn't hold back. I glued my mouth down over that asshole of hers and drove my tongue right into it.
"Woweeee!" Candy moaned, her face buried in a pillow.
I slipped a hand down between her thighs and ran a finger into her cunt lips while I swirled my tongue like a snake inside her rectum. I slid up and down along the inside of her cunt lips and then felt her love button, stickin' out like a stiff, little prick. I had to get my tongue on that clit of hers, so I pulled my tongue out of her ass and turned her over on her back. She grabbed my cock and pulled it towards her face, so I eased on top of her in a sixty-nine position.
"Oh, you've got a cock, don't you kid!" she gasped. "Such a big head, so shiny and black, like a big snake about to spit at me." Then I felt her lips close over the head of my dick.
With a quick gasp, I pressed my face right down into her hot snatch and thrust my hungry tongue between her pussy lips. Her clit felt like a little piece of gristle, and I tongued all over it, all up and down along her pussy crack. The next thing I felt was my big cock slidin' all the way down into her throat, and that tongue of hers swirl-in' around it like crazy. My two balls laid like two big juicy oysters right over her nose as she took the entire length of my prick into her mouth and throat, and her hands were rubbin' all around on my ass.
She was groanin' and suckin' on my meat, and I was drivin' my tongue deep into that juicy cunt of hers. I pulled away from her snatch and grabbed her legs and pulled them up towards me, so I could get a bird's eye view of that puckered asshole again. When I saw it contractin' in little spasms, I lowered my head quickly and rammed my tongue down into it. Candy went crazy. She pulled her mouth off my cock, and whispered somethin' to me. I turned around and looked down at her. Her lips were all shiny and wet, and she was pantin' fast.
"Sit on my face, baby!" she said. "Sit on my face so I can suck on that black ass of yours, like you're doing to me!"
"I raised up and then lowered my butt right down in her face. When I felt her mouth make contact with my asshole, I nearly blew my load. She was movin' her tongue all around my shithole, and then I knew what it was like to feel a hot mouth there. But, when she started pressin' her tongue up into my ass, I thought I'd go through the roof of the buildin'.
"Sh-sh-shi-i-i-it!" I gasped and trembled as Candy drove that tongue of hers like a little prick right up my asshole. She started fuckin' in and out of my rectum, and suckin' over my quiverin' shitter with her mouth and lips. It was one of the wildest feelin's I ever had, and my cock just bounced up and down between her boobs. Then I remembered that ass of hers, and I smacked my lips over it again and sank my tongue into it, and tongue-fucked her rectum just like she was doin' to mine.
Damn, I can still taste the flavor of her delicious shithole, just sittin' here talkin' about it. Candy had the most delicious tastin' ass of any broad I made it with in New York. I wish I could describe the taste of it, but I can't.
Anyway, we were suckin' on each other's rear ends, me on top of her, sittin' down on her face. That long tongue of hers was wigglin' all around up inside my asshole, and the head of my cock was drippin' thick beads of cream over her titties. It was a wonder that I didn't shoot my load all over her boobs and stomach, she was drivin' me up the wall.
Finally, I just couldn't take no more of that tongue up my ass. I was gettin' too close to shootin' off, the way the head of my dick was rubbin' around between her tits. I pulled my mouth away from her asshole and looked down at it, goin' out of my mind tryin' to decide if I wanted to shoot off over her tits while she fucked me in the ass with her tongue, or if I wanted to ram my cock up that steamin' cunt of hers. I decided to fuck her, since I didn't get a chance to do that the first time Frank and me had her.
"Shit, baby, it's time you got screwed!" I gasped. When I tried to lift up off her face, she held me down with her hands and just drove her tongue deeper up into my shitter. I was about to explode, and I wanted to rip her cunt apart with my cock before she made me shoot off. I reached behind me and grabbed her by the hair and shoved her head back as I raised my ass off her face.
"No. Shoot it in my mouth, baby... in my mouth so I can taste that hot come," she whined as I turned around on top of her.
"Fuck no, honey!" I grunted down at her as I grabbed her by the feet and forced her legs up over her head. "I'm gonna screw that juicy cunt of yours first. Then you can suck me off!"
"Candy tried to resist when I held her legs up and scooted my cock forward towards her cunt. But she didn't struggle after that. I spread her legs in a wide angle over her head and centered the tip of my cock just inside her cunthole.
"Here it comes, honey!" I muttered, then I slammed my pelvis forward and drove my cock all the way to the bottom of that pussy.
Candy let out a gasp like all the air had been knocked out of her. I let go of her legs and let them fall over my shoulders. Then I started glidin' in and out of her snatch and wrapped my arms around her.
"Oh... mmmmmmm... mmmmmm," she started moanin' nice and soft under me as I stretched her fuckhole with my throbbin' prick. I knew she liked what she was feelin' way down deep in her guts because of the expression on her face.
"Yeah, baby," I whispered in her face, "now ain't that good?"
"Yes... oh, yes, Tom," she sobbed, "big and... hot... oh, Tom, baby... fuck me! Fuck me!"
"I'm gonna blow pretty fast, honey," I moaned as she licked around on my face. "All that good tonguin' in my ass: I loved the way your luscious tongue felt up inside my asshole," I said. Then I caught her tongue with my lips and sucked it into my mouth, and I could, taste some of the flavor of my own asshole.
"Tom... Tom," She started pantin' very fast. She was goin' wild, and I could feel her pussy convulsin' around my dick. She was blowin' her wad. She let out this long groan and sucked my tongue deep into her throat, and bucked her hips up and down like a wildcat. That's all I needed!
"I'm comin'!" I tried to groan out the words, but she was suckin' hard on my tongue. My cock swelled and I thought it was goin' to explode inside her cunt like a stick of dynamite. Then I slammed it into her as deep as I could and held it there while I unloaded. Goddam, her pussy was squeezin' around my jerkin' meat, squeezin' it and milkin' it while it spurted hot come. Man, the bottom of that steamin' cunt was boilin' over, and I could feel warm pussy cream and cock juice runnin' down my balls and into the crack of my ass.
We held on to each other tight for a few moments, breathin' hard. When it was all over, I rolled over on my side with Candy snuggled into my arms like a kitten. My cock was still deep in her pussy and we went to sleep like that. When I woke up the next mornin', Candy wasn't in bed with me. I got up and went into the livin' room, and that's when I found out where she was.
The door to Frank's bedroom was closed. It struck me kinda strange, because it was always open in the mornin's after Cora got up and went to work. I tiptoed softly over to it and put my ear on it, and that's when I suspected that Candy was makin' out with Frank. At first, I was surprised to think that he would take such a chance, but then I figured it was his life, and if he got caught by Cora, it was no fault of mine.
I could hear some soft groanin' noises as I listened at the door, and started gettin' hot thinkin' about what was goin' on in that bed. I was standin' there with nothin' on, and my dick was stickin' out and touchin' against the doorknob. I knelt down and peeked through the keyhole, hopin' I would catch some action. And I did.
Candy was on the bed on her knees and elbows, her ass raised up in the air. I was lookin' straight into the crack of that luscious ass, and then I saw Frank get behind her and spread those curvy cheeks with his hands and press his face right into it. Fuck, I could almost taste her asshole watchin' him lick into it like that. My heart was poundin' fast as I listened to Candy moan as my brother stuck his tongue up into that shithole of hers.
For a few moments, he gave her ass a good tongue-fuckin' and I could hardly keep myself from shovin' my hard cock through the keyhole. Then Frank came away from her rear, and I could see that little puckered hole of hers all shiny and wet from his mouth and tongue.
"Let me suck on that delicious, black meat, daddy!" I heard Candy pant.
"Frank laid down on the bed on his back with his cock stickin' straight up, just waitin' for that hot mouth of hers to go to work on it. Candy stood by the edge of the bed and leaned over him, and I watched her shove her mouth down over his cock like she wanted to swallow every inch of it. Then she shifted her position a little, and her rear end was facin' right toward the door. I could see the crack of her ass, pink and hot lookin'. I couldn't stand it any more, so I quietly went in. Frank was layin' with his eyes closed, and Candy had her back to me as she leaned over and sucked up and down on his dick. I stepped up behind her and let my cock rub the crack of her ass. She gave a little gasp, then saw it was me, and went back to suckin' on Frank.
I slicked up my throbbin' prick with spit and slid it into the crack of her ass. I had this powerful urge to screw the shit outa that rear end, and apparently Candy liked the idea. She wiggled her butt when she felt my dick slidin' towards her shithole, just like she couldn't wait for me to shove it right in. I didn't waste any time about it, either.
Candy gasped as I pressed the head of my cock into her pulsatin' ass, but she didn't let up for a second on what she was doin' to Frank's dick. She kept right on blowin' him, and he just laid there with his eyes closed, breathin' fast and gaspin'. He was gettin' close.
And I was gettin' close, too. I grabbed Candy by the hips and pulled her back suddenly, drivin' my cock all the way to the hilt into that steamin' ass of hers. I started pluggin' in and out of that hole as hard as I could, and she just moaned and trembled and kept on suckin' up and down on his cock. I could feel the inside of her rectum gettin' hotter by the second from the fast, hard screwin' I was givin' it.
Candy started fingerin' into her pussy lips while I fucked her asshole. I reached around her and started squeezin' on both her tits, and a few moments later, all hell broke loose and we came.
She tried to squeal and moan as she sucked up and down on Frank, that big cock of his snakin' in and out of her mouth like it was drillin' for oil. I felt her ass rim squeezin' and quiverin' around my dick, and I knew she was sailin' high. I glanced over at my brother and saw him smilin' at me. He gave a little nod, and I knew he was gettin' ready-to blow, just like I was.
"You got it, honey," he groaned, and his whole body stiffened as he shot off in Candy's mouth.
"Yeah, yeah! Me, too!" I yelled, and started firin' off way up inside Candy's guts. I held her hips and drove my big cock like a jackhammer in and out of that boilin' asshole, and shot so much come inside her rectum it started spurtin' out and runnin' down her legs. My prick throbbed like a hot poker way up inside that quiverin' asshole.
Finally, we came down off the ceilin' and fell on the bed out of breath. After that, we had some coffee, but didn't talk much. I could tell Frank was worried about Cora. They hadn't been gettin' along too well. Cora had been gettin' grouchy and irritable, and the idea of what might happen if she found out about him and Candy had me a bit upset.
"Cora, this is Candy," I told her when she got home from work later on that day. "She's gonna be stayin' with me for a few days."
"The more, the merrier, I suppose!" smiled Cora. I could tell she wasn't exactly overjoyed about Candy stayin' with us.
At first, things went all right. Candy helped out around the house, cleanin' up things, and cookin' meals for everybody, while Cora kept workin' at the coffee shop. Me and Frank spent two or three hours a day practicin' on our horns, still tryin' to find work in a combo, but with no luck.
In the meantime, we were havin' fun playin' with Candy every day. I didn't mind him gettin' into her pants durin' the day, because I had her all to myself every night. I never got tired of rammin' my tongue up into that delicious asshole of hers, or screwin' hell outa her steamin' pussy. She was game for just about anything. There wasn't nothin' she didn't like to do with us and some of the things she did sometimes really turned me on.
Like, for example, one mornin' after Cora went to work, Frank came into my bedroom and lifted Candy's legs up, and started shovin' that big stick of his right up into her cunt. Candy moaned and purred in her usual wonderful way as she pulled on me and motioned for me to sit on her face while Frank fucked her. I squatted down over that luscious little redhead and pressed my asshole right into her mouth, and right away she slid her tongue like a worm right up my rectum. Damn, every time she did that I nearly shot off all over her beautiful tits.
"That's my little baby... suck that asshole, Candy!" I gasped and shivered as I sat on top of her face and let her fuck in and out of my rectum with her long tongue.
"Ummmm... ummmmmm," she moaned from below, her head held firmly under my ass and between my thighs. Then she did somethin' new to me. It was a wild sensation, and I couldn't figure out what she was doin' to make me feel so strange inside my asshole. Then I realized what was happenin'. Candy was slowly blowin' hot air up into my ass, her mouth cupped over my convulsin' hole. It felt almost like I was gettin' an enema, and my guts were fillin' up with warm liquid. But, it was just the hot air from her mouth. She kept blowin' it up in my ass until I couldn't hold it any more, and I let it out with a sudden forceful blast. I thought for a second I was goin' to shit right in her mouth, but I didn't.
Frank laughed when he heard my asshole blow all that hot air back into Candy's mouth and face. Then he started fuckin' her cunt in long smooth strokes, and I started jackin' off as I sat on Candy's face and let her ram that tongue of hers back up into my shitter. Goddam, we were really boilin' together, and a few moments later Candy started groanin', then a second later she tried to scream in my ass as her cunt sprayed juices all over Frank's balls. Everytime he banged his cock up that cunt, those pussy creams shot out and spattered all over his stomach and balls, and dripped down his thighs. Her hips were bouncin' up and down and her tongue was workin' overtime, slidin' in and out of my pulsatin' hole.
As Candy sailed into her orgasm and went crazy below us, I watched Frank's eyes get wide and excited, and I knew he was gettin' ready to blow, just like I was.
"Ohhhhhh... sh sh shit!" he stammered, and started shootin' his load of hot come deep inside her pussy. At that moment, Candy thrust her tongue even farther up my ass, and my bulgin' cock exploded as I jacked it hard. Come shot out of my dick like a machine gun, and I shot all over the front of Frank's chest and stomach. What a mess, with all my warm sticky come drippin' down his pantin' chest and oozin' into Candy's bellyhole.
The three of us did all kinds of crazy things together for weeks. Finally, Cora had all she could take, and told Candy to get out. But I'll never forget those wild suck sessions.
* * *
In so far as could be determined from his counseling sessions, there was nothing "peculiar" or "traumatic" in Tom's youth or background which unconsciously "forced" him into a pattern of sexual oralism. It would seem, rather, that his lively interest in oral-genital activity grew quite naturally from his experiences and observations. Specifically, we might define those elements as:
1) Growing up in an atmosphere where there was little restraint put upon his sexual expression; virtually no kind of repressive conditioning, either from his parents, his aunt in Kansas City, and certainly not from his sexually precocious brother.
2) His frequent observations of sexual activity among various animals on and around the farm during his pre-pubertal development, activities which made it obvious that oral-body contacts were a part of nature, and therefore quite "natural."
3) His close association with his sexually active brother during his adolescent stage of development, an association which encouraged his sexual involvement with the opposite sex, and which also provided him with ample opportunity for experimenting in a free and uninhibited way in various kinds of sexual activities, and with a variety of girls.
We can only see Tom's sexual behavior as the product of a rather free and natural upbringing, unhampered by disabling sexual taboos and repressive conditioning.
CHAPTER THREE: LUNCH, ANYONE?
I was watching the late movie on television when the doorbell rang. My mother, Sophia, was out with one of her many men friends, so she wouldn't be back until early morning. I answered the door; it was Tony. Tony was sort of a member of my cousin Pete's gang. I was very surprised to see him, because Pete had told me that Tony had joined the army.
"Tony!" I exclaimed. "What gives? I thought you were in the army!"
"Hi, Maria," Tony smiled. "I'm leaving tomorrow for basic training, and I thought... well, I won't see you for awhile."
"You wanted to say good-bye, huh," I teased him. Tony and I played around a lot... you know, in bed. He was one of the cutest guys I knew.
"Is your mother home?" he asked, peering through the door.
"Don't worry, she's out for the night," I replied, motioning him inside. Tony patted me on the crotch as he walked through the door. I closed the door and latched it. Tony pulled me into his arms and ran his hands up and down my back.
"Maria, baby, I was hoping we'd get a chance to play around before I went away," he said, "Good thing your mother's out," he whispered into my ear and kissed me on the neck. Then he kissed me on the mouth and slipped his tongue between my lips.
"Mmmmm," I moaned as Tony swirled his tongue inside and wiggled a finger against my pussy. I had on my nightgown, but Tony had already pulled it up and was groping under it with his hand. Automatically, I reached for his crotch and felt the big bulge inside his trousers. After that, we didn't do much talking. Tony and me never talked much. Mostly, we just had a lot of fun together in bed.
Although I was only fifteen, there wasn't much I didn't know about sex. And Tony knew that. He was a couple of years older than me, and he knew how wild I could be when I wanted to especially with my mouth. In fact, it was because of my cousin Pepe and Tony that I knew how to give a guy lots of pleasure with my mouth.
I used to hope that Tony would someday ask me to marry him, but he never did. I couldn't understand it because I was sexy, and just about the most beautiful girl in the neighborhood. Something kept him from getting serious about me.
"Tony," I whispered as he untied the knot of my gown and pulled it from me. I stood naked in front of him, and let him stare at my body. I knew he wanted me bad, just like I wanted him.
I came close to him and started unbuttoning his shirt. After his shirt was off, I reached down and unzipped his pants. He sat down on the edge of the couch and took his shoes and socks off, then he quickly slipped out of his trousers and underwear. From the stiffness of his cock, there was no doubt that he was horny for some action. And he knew I was the girl who could give him the kind of action he was after.
Tony got up and led me confidently into the bedroom. Lowering me to the bed, he straddled over me quickly and sat on my stomach. His cock touched one of my breasts, and he grasped it and banged it playfully against both of my tits. Then he started easing forward until the head of his prick almost touched my chin. I darted out my tongue and licked around on the head, tasting the drop of clear liquid oozing out of the tiny hole.
"Oooooh... baby," he said as I lifted my head and sucked the head of his dick into my mouth. I could feel it swelling and throbbing inside my mouth, and, as usual, I had the urge to suck him off and taste his salty-sweet come. I pushed him back and looked up at him. He was breathing fast, and the expression in his eyes was hot and lustful. It was always like that with Tony, lots of fast action, and not much talking. I liked to tease him by licking over my lips with my tongue, and growling at him. That always got him hot. And when Tony got hot, he was sexy as hell.
"Yeah... you know what I like, don't you, baby," Tony panted over me, rubbing his hand over my face gently, squeezing my lips and nose with his warm fingers. He traced his fingertip around the edge of my mouth, teasingly. Gradually, it started slipping between my lips, and I sucked it deliciously. "Yeah, baby, you know what I like," he said in a husky whisper, thrusting his big finger further into my mouth and moving it all around over my tongue.
Dropping his head, Tony sucked on both of my tits for a few moments. Sliding his tongue around over my stomach, he finally brushed over the top of my cunt with his warm mouth. Then he rolled over onto the bed along beside me, and waited. I raised up on one elbow and looked at him. His dark brown skin looked moist and hot, and his cock bounced sexily on his hard flat belly. He was waiting for me to give him the special treatment with my mouth.
"Remember how you did it the last time?" he said hoarsely as he stared up at the ceiling. "You know how, baby."
I remembered only too well what I had done the last time. I remember how I drove him out of his mind before he blew his load down my throat. Now he was waiting for a repeat performance, and I was hot to give it to him.
"I won't see you for a long time," he said softly, putting his arm under my head and pulling me to him.
I rested my head on Tony's shoulder and darted my tongue into his ear. At the same time, I reached down and squeezed his stiff cock in my hand. He sighed and twisted at the sensation of my tongue digging into his ear. I could feel his legs trembling against mine on the bed as I blew into his ear, and licked all around it. Gradually, I slid my tongue down along his neck, all over his shoulder, and down onto his chest. Then I sucked at one of his tits.
Tony didn't have much hair on his chest. Just a little circle of fuzz in the middle. When I sucked down on his tits, the nipples stood up stiff, just like mine did when he sucked on me. Tony loved the feeling he got when I sucked on his tits like that. He never said he liked it, but he didn't have to. It was obvious to me from his reactions. In fact, I never met a man who didn't like to have his tits sucked. Not one. I think men like it maybe better than women do really. Or at least as much.
"Oooooh... oh, baby," Tony gasped as I nibbled hard on one of his nipples, then slid my tongue quickly into his belly hole. He sighed again as I slowly licked further down, down over his belly until the tip of his stiff penis brushed against my cheek. I reached down between his legs with my hand and cupped his balls, then squeezed and rolled them and massaged them. Without warning, I sucked the head of Tony's dick into my mouth and all the way down over the shaft of his cock until I almost gagged. Tony lurched in the bed for an instant, and I thought he was going to shoot off, so I let go of his dick. I hated for guys to shoot off fast, before I had a chance to really suck on their cocks. My kicks are strange, compared to most women, I guess. A lot of my satisfaction conies from giving a man a lot of pleasure with my mouth, and if he gets his rocks off too fast, I feel almost cheated.
Tony let out a long sigh, and closed his eyes. His body started relaxing a little, and I ran my hands down his leg, along the inside of his thighs. Starting at his navel, Tony had more hair on the bottom half of his body than any other guy I knew. Black, curly hair. It was thick and springy around his cock, and even on his balls. Down in the crack of his ass, it was flat and curly and black, and had a manly smell to it. As the hair drifted down his legs, it wasn't as curly. It was silkier, almost furry in places. I loved the feel of Tony's hair when I caressed his legs and buttocks. And what a beautiful, tight ass he had, too. That's another thing that sometimes turned me on. The shape of a guy's ass can really excite me, especially if it has some hair on it, like Tony's did.
"Don't stop, honey," Tony sighed softly as I stroked up and down his legs with my hands. I tickled back up towards his balls, and cupped them in my hands, squeezing them gently. Then I lowered my head and licked along the underside of his throbbing hard on.
"Mmmmmm... yeah... that's it, honey... mmmmmm," Tony sighed deliciously as I flicked my tongue back and forth across the underside of his cockhead. His dick jerked and popped up against my nose several times, and I licked my tongue around the tip. I was getting hot, too, just from working on that throbbing dick of his.
I continued massaging his big balls in my hand, swirling my tongue all over the head of his cock. I placed my lips around the tip and started sucking it into my mouth, making sure to keep my tongue swimming all over the swollen tip.
Tony suddenly started gasping, his legs stiffening and his toes curling and flexing. His cock was beginning to throb violently in my mouth as I sucked down over it. I realized he was going to shoot off any second, and that there was nothing I could do to prevent it. I just didn't realize how hot he was until that moment. Quickly, I sucked all the way down until the head of his dick was pounding at the back of my throat. I swirled my tongue around his jerking penis, and then I felt the hot spurts of come hitting the back of my throat and oozing down like molasses into my stomach.
I listened with delight to his cries of intense pleasure as he shot off in my mouth and throat with his hot cock cream. Thick globs of come flooded warmly over my tongue and slid down my throat. What a load he had! Soon, it was over.
"Oh, baby... you sure know how to do it," Tony groaned as I pulled away from his cock. He sighed heavily, and I let him rest awhile. I went into the living room and lit a cigarette.
Then I started feeling alone, all by myself. Depressed. I wanted to make love with Tony, and him to make love to me. I knew I had given him pleasure, but after it was over, it was just like I was all alone. I felt hurt, and completely nowhere. I remember vaguely that I wanted to cry, but stopped myself before I let it get out of control. I didn't know what to do. After a while, I went back into the bedroom, hoping I could start giving Tony some more pleasure, and maybe get some loving from him. But, I found him sitting on the edge of the bed, half dressed, tying his shoe laces.
"Where you going so soon?" I tried to appear casual and cheerful.
"Gotta get my things packed," Tony said, not looking at me. "Gotta be ready to leave early in the morning."
"Oh. How long you going to be gone?" I asked, sitting next to him.
"Not sure. Couple months for basic. I'll drop you a line, okay?" he said as he got up and put on his shirt.
A few moments later, Tony was gone. I never saw him again. I thought about him for a while, hoping I would hear how much he missed me. He didn't. I was just fooling myself. Tony never loved me he just liked the wild things I did to him with my mouth. The same reason why Pete liked me. I knew how to suck their dicks, and do things with my mouth that no other girls would do for them.
Finally, I got him out of my mind, and started running around with other guys. Some were more experienced than Tony had been, but none of them really made me feel like I meant much to them. Oh, we had fun, up to a point. They took me out to places once in a while, to dances and movies. Mostly, though, they just called me up to get in bed with me. What they really wanted me for was the special kind of things I could do to them with my mouth. I guess I was the only girl they knew who liked to suck cock so much. They liked me for that, but they didn't make me feel loved. I kept hoping I would run into a guy who would appreciate me for myself as a person.
So, all through my teenage years, I just string of sex partners, mostly young guys around my age from my neighborhood, members of my cousin Pete's gang, and once in a while some soldier I met casually on a weekend who wanted a girl to make love to. I wasn't a prostitute, like my mother, but I began to realize that that's what most of my so-called boyfriends thought of me. All those years, up until I was around twenty-three, I gave my affections to quite a few guys, and once in awhile my hopes would raise when one of them showed me a little more attention than usual. I was always dreaming of the day when I would get married to a man who liked me, but I was sure fooling myself a lot, I can see that now.
Like the time I met Rudy. I was working as a waitress for a few months at a Mexican restaurant when I was twenty-one. I guess I felt a little happier during that period. I was making my own living, and had moved away from my mother's apartment into my own place. I felt freer, and more independent, in a way. But, I was still the same Maria. I loved sucking cock, and I don't think I ever went to bed with a man who objected to it. In fact, most of them seemed to enjoy it.
And Rudy was no exception. The only thing I can say for Rudy which made him different from other men is the fact that he seemed to enjoy my company. We went to bed lots of times, but he didn't drop me fast like the others usually did. We had a lot of good times together, and I figured someday he might propose to me.
Like I said, I met Rudy one night in this restaurant I worked at. He came in with a date, a pretty young girl who talked a lot. As I waited on tables, I noticed Rudy watching me out of the corner of his eyes. I didn't pay much attention at first, but by the time he and his date left, I had a strong feeling I was going to see him again. I did. That very night, as I got off work, he was out front waiting for me.
"I know this is strange," he smiled pleasantly, "but I just had to meet you. My name is Rudy."
We went for coffee, and I liked him right from the first. I teased him a little about the pretty girl he had dined with, and he just shrugged his shoulders.
"She talks a lot, but that's all, if you know what I mean," he said softly, and gave me a warm look. "A guy needs a real woman, not a blabbermouth. That's why I wanted to meet you."
I felt flattered by his remark. Rudy was polite and warm. He also had a way of saying things straight out, without beating around the bush. I felt secure with him. In fact, he was the first man I ever did feel secure with. He was in his thirties, but youthful and handsome looking. He could have passed for his middle twenties. I knew he was thirty-five, though, because one time when he was asleep in my apartment, I looked at his driver's license.
Rudy came from a poor family, just like I did. His parents fought until they were finally divorced, leaving Rudy in the hands of his alcoholic mother. Maybe that's why Rudy and I got along as well as we did, because we both had similar experiences in our family life when we were kids. Inside, we were unhappy, and I guess that was part of our coming together.
The first time we made it was that night we met after I got off work. After we had coffee, we went to my apartment, and I think that was the very first time any man ever made real love to me. You know what I mean. Real lovemaking was something I had dreamed about having with a man, but it wasn't until I met Rudy that I knew what it could be like.
"Oh, Maria, I knew you were beautiful, but not this beautiful," Rudy said as he undressed me next to my bed. "Lie down and let me look at you while I take my clothes off," he whispered in my ear, kissing me on the neck. I could hardly wait for him to undress, and get into the bed with me. I wanted to give him all-the pleasure I could. I watched him, aching to kiss him all over, hungry to excite every inch of his body with my mouth and tongue.
"Hurry... baby, love me," I moaned as he eased over on top of me.
"You need some good loving, don't you?" Rudy said softly as he laid down gently on top of me. I pulled his mouth to mine and sucked his tongue into my lips.
"Mmmm... mmmm," Rudy groaned with pleasure as he moved his tongue deliciously around in my mouth. He eased his legs in between mine, and I felt his cock press hard against my cunt lips.
Quickly and smoothly, he lifted my legs up into the air and eased forward a little on his knees. The head of his cock pushed into my pussy, and I closed my eyes in the bliss and joy of his tender but confident manner. My legs came to rest over his shoulders as I felt the forward thrust of his hard prick. I could sense the muscles of my pussy stretching around the head of his cock as it sank into my cunt, deeper and deeper.
"Oh, Rudy... yes, please fuck me," I cried, and I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. "Love me. I want to be loved," I sobbed beneath him. With a forceful movement, he drove his cock all the way into the depths of my cunt, and began stroking up and down in beautiful, slow rhythms. God, it was almost more than I could bear, the joy of being loved and fucked by someone who seemed to really care about my feelings.
"Maria... on, baby," Rudy breathed into my face as he worked his hips up and down over my pussy, driving his cock in and out in long slow movements. I trembled in hot passion as my pussy squeezed and gripped his thrusting dick. I didn't want it to stop. My whole body was burning with the desire to keep Rudy's love and passion inside me forever.
"Oh, Rudy, Rudy!" He kept his hips moving up and down. It seemed to me that the head of his cock was getting bigger and hotter with every thrust along the walls of my cunt. Rudy's tempo picked up little by little, and I felt as though I was flying in a dream world of sensual delight.
"Wow, you sure know how to make love," Rudy whispered into my ear, kissing my neck. His tongue slithered all around my neck and ear while he kept fucking that wonderful hot cock in and out of my convulsing cunt. Rudy's chest was rubbing warmly and excitedly over my breasts, his skin hot and moist. Then I felt something boiling up deep inside of me. God, I was going to explode.
"Rudy! Rudy!" I cried loudly, digging my fingers into his back, pulling him to me as close as I could. My insides were on fire. I looked up into Rudy's face. He was staring down at me, his mouth slightly open, his tongue licking over his bottom lip; then he quickened his movements.
"Oh, baby! he gasped, his body stiff and trembling. In his-eyes was a look of intense emotion, and I knew he was getting ready to shoot off inside me. I felt his cock spasm as he hugged me tightly in his arms.
"God! Ohhh!" I cried, my cunt pushing at his throbbing cock, milking and squeezing it as it shot off inside me. For a moment, my vagina was my mouth, and I imagined that I was sucking on that wonderful dick and drinking Rudy's hot come right down. I never felt so satisfied before in my whole life as I did at that moment.
Slowly, Rudy's body began to relax, and he pressed his lips to mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I sucked on it, groaning in great pleasure as my own cunt vibrated in tiny convulsions around his dick. We didn't speak for a long time, we just laid on the bed in each other's arms, caressing each other, loving each other. Rudy gave me the kind of love I had been craving for but had never received until I met him.
* * *
In this case history, we find an almost paradoxical situation. On the one hand, we have a young woman named Maria, attractive, sexually precocious, compulsive in her desire to please her male companions in the hope that in so doing she would attract a husband and achieve happiness and security in marriage. On the other hand, it becomes apparent that her aggressive compulsion to please her partners may have been the very factor in her personality which prevented her from achieving her goal of marriage. For, as B. Goldstein points out in his review, Low Income Youth in Urban Areas:
Whyte's well-known study of Cornerville painted the by-now familiar picture of lower-class boys' classifying girls into "virgins," whom one might ultimately marry, and "lays," whom one would rather not.
It is not difficult to understand that, through her desire for acceptance and her sexual temperament, Maria's longing for a stable relationship unwittingly placed herself in the latter category of "lays." Although, even in respect to her frequent sexual activity, there did exist the possibility that she might "capture" a husband, for among lower-class youths involved in gang-oriented life-styles, a high percentage end up married via the route of premarital pregnancies. As August B. Hollingshead points out in a study in 1961, in 83 percent of marriages of lowerclass youth in one area, premarital pregnancy was suspected.
A brief examination of Maria's background will reveal several aspects of her sociosexual development which may help in focusing on her adolescent and young adult sexual behavior patterns.
Maria's parents probably did not provide any kind of happy or tolerable environment for her as a small child. Her father was a drunkard, irresponsible both as a husband to the mother, Sophia, and as a father to the child. When Maria was four, he abandoned them both. Maria's mother, attractive but uneducated and emotionally unstable, fell into prostitution as her means of survival. She was barely able to care for herself, much less for her small daughter.
An aunt, uncle, and their five children lived close by. There were two daughters, both slightly older than Maria, and three sons. Two of the sons were younger than Maria. Pete, the oldest boy, was three years older than Maria, a very strong-willed boy who plagued his parents with open defiance, took little interest in his school work, and caroused around with a gang of adolescent roughnecks.
Interestingly, Maria developed a fondness for Pete, and as she grew up, Pete played a big part in exposing her to the sordid elements of their environment. By the time Maria was twelve years old, she was joining in some of the activities of Pete's gang instead of going to school.
Maria revealed later in her counseling sessions that it was Pete who had shown her much about sex, including the oral gratification of men. As time went by, she was led into sexual activity with members of Pete's gang, learning to please them and win their approval by performing fellatio. Mistaking their use of her for their acceptance and respect, Maria was conditioned to believe that the best way to maintain relations with males was to please them sexually, especially through fellatio.
Bernard Goldstein states that there is not enough detailed information and statistics available on the sexual patterns of lower-income youths to allow for a valid examination and understanding of those patterns. He says:
... we know little of a reliable nature about their time schedules how much time is spent in family enterprises or surroundings, how much in peer activities, how much in heterosexual or homosexual relations (and how much of those are "sexual" in which kinds of ways); and we know even less about the significance of such time allocations in the psychic economics of these youth.
Still, there have been some studies, however sketchy and incomplete, from which certain impressions might be gleaned. For example, a questionnaire study conducted by F. Ivan Nye of 1500 adolescents in Michigan public schools, indicated that the lower-class students were more poorly adjusted to their parents than high-status students. This impression certainly may fit into our analysis of this case history.
In connection with lower-class gangs, Ernest A. Smith reports in American Youth Culture that the adolescent "clique" of the middle-class and the "gang" of the lower-class are parallel socializing and controlling structures, and that the "gang" is characterized by greater control over its members, greater alienation from family life and family guidance, and a greater tendency toward violence, exploitation and other forms of deviance. There are examples of various peer-group pressure methods which one may read about not only in studies and reports and research papers, but also in sources as the daily newspapers.
It is well-known that youth gangs from poor neighborhoods and backgrounds frequently require that their members, especially newer members, perform various feats of anti-establishment daring as proof of their loyalty, independence from the family matrix and manhood. If there are girls associated with the gang which is found in many cases they may be required to submit to the sexual requirements of the males.
In Maria's case, she was required by her cousin to prove her value by performing fellatio on him and the other "upper echelon" members of his gang. In this way, she was able to obtain a degree of acceptance and approval among them, which in turn fed her with a false sense of security in her association. Therefore, she entered this important period of her growing sexual awareness believing that a girl could attach herself to the protection, security and approval of a male by pleasing him sexually, especially through oral activities such as fellatio.
Many authors, such as Goldstein, F. Ivan Nye, and Ernest A. Smith who have studied the behavior patterns of lower-income youth, seem to agree in principle that the basic problems of sexual adjustment among such groups stem from several fundamental environmental factors:
1) Religious training which tries to teach that sex is acceptable only in the form of regular coital intercourse; a taboo subject; for adults only; immoral outside the bonds of marriage; for procreation only; and the often observable contradictions between religious doctrine and adult behavior.
2) Educational influences by way of restricted sex education; abundance of erroneous ideas passed around among peers; repressive conditioning in the form of punishment of children who are caught in various forms of sex play activities during the several stages of their psychosexual development.
3) Economic and social influences in the form of cultural deprivation; greater proximity to sordid activities in the locale such as crime, prostitution, gang elements; the necessity of living in crowded conditions and the lack of privacy within the home; fewer opportunities for self-actualization; tendency towards the transference of erroneous sexual concepts from generation to generation; unsatisfied needs for... recognition generally.
Maria came from a background which presented many obstructions to her normal psychosexual development. The most obvious effect of her misguided views in regards to her adult heterosexual relations was that she unwittingly deprived her male companions of one important essential as an adult: their role as sexually dominant males. She was much too assertive in her drive to satisfy her partners. Had Maria been more passive in her sexual expressions, as is typical of girls within the lower-income levels of our culture who do not fall into disreputable patterns of behavior, she probably would have been successful in her search for genuine love, compassion, and understanding.
As it was, she took the lead away from her lovers as she grew older, preventing them from feeling comfortable with her. A feeling of sexual dominance and initiative is vital to males of the low-income and undereducated groups, for it is often the one area of their existence in which they may play the assertive role without fear of social disapproval. On the surface, at least, it is generally considered normal for the male to be sexually dominant, with the female more passive.
In her overwhelming need for acceptance and approval and in her overt anxiousness to please them with her sexual expertise and win that acceptance and approval, Maria deprived her male companions of the sexual initiative, the symbol of their manhood. Thus, she made it very difficult for them to think of her as a possible wife. She posed too great a threat to their sense of masculinity.
* * *
Rudy dated me for almost six months, which seemed like a dream come true. I tried not to show it, but I was in love with him, and I was building a dream of being his wife, having his children, and knowing what it's like to have a husband and a family of my very own.
The more we dated, the more I tried to please him in all kinds of ways when we made love, because I just wanted to show him that he wouldn't have to worry about getting bored with me. For example, the second time we went to bed together, I licked all over his chest, his little brown tits, and down around his cock. But, I didn't suck on him, because he got so hot he held me down on the bed and really gave me a good hard fucking. I didn't reach a climax, because I was thinking about how much I wanted to suck on his cock, and taste all the flavors of his dark brown skin and black hair.
The third time we made love, I secretly made up my mind I was going to give him a blow job, no matter what, even if I had to wrestle with him and insist on doing it. I knew he would love it once he felt my mouth sucking up and down on that beautiful dick of his.
"Here, honey," I said, handing him a beer as he laid on the bed. Then I crawled onto the bottom of the bed, near his feet, and started rubbing my hands up his ankles and legs. "Just close your eyes and pretend you're having a dream," I said. He did what I asked, and I really got hot thinking about what I was going to do to him. I looked hungrily at his body stretched out before me, the strong legs, dark and hairy, his smooth, flat stomach, his well developed chest and shoulders, his strong hands resting behind his head against the headboard. My eyes wandered back down to his crotch, to the beautiful cock resting half-hard over his flat belly, his balls hanging loosely down between his legs, the dark line of curly black hair running into the crack of his ass. And it was all mine. I was going to have this all to myself. I could hardly believe it. I was awed by the sight of his body. I don't know why, but to me, he was everything I wanted in a man. All I wanted to do was prove to Rudy that I could be everything he would want in a woman.
As I started licking up along Rudy's legs, from his ankles to his knees, I could feel his toes quiver and flinch against my breasts. Every few moments, he would make a little sound of pleasure as I licked further and further along the inside of his thighs, getting closer to his balls. Finally, I stuck my tongue out and tickled his testicles. Rudy moaned. I was panting just from the idea of how much pleasure I was giving him. But, I was thinking of one main thing: I wanted to work slowly up to the point where Rudy would know what it felt like when I finally pushed my warm mouth over the entire length of his stiff cock.
"Hmmmmm... Maria... baby," Rudy whispered, as he felt my tongue lick all over his sac. He really let out a sigh when I opened my mouth wide and sucked his balls in. God, he tasted even better than I had imagined. The odors of his balls and ass sifted around my nose deliciously, and I was filled with a desire to suck every inch of his skin, to taste every part of his sexy body. I let his balls slide like big oysters, wet and slippery, out of my mouth; then I squeezed and massaged them in my fingers.
Rudy began to wiggle with pleasure as I used every ounce of my imagination to show him how much pleasure I could give him. I felt my pussy and realized that I was oozing warm cunt creams. I slid a finger into it and rubbed it all around.
Then I thought of the idea of transferring some of my own cunt juices to Rudy's asshole. I don't know what made me think of doing it the idea just popped into my mind. I pushed his legs apart in a wider angle. Suddenly, I was filled with an urge to see his asshole, and to watch my finger slide over it and press around on it and into it.
I gave his balls another suck job with my mouth, then slowly started to slide my tongue downward, down into the crack of his ass. Rudy trembled all over when he felt that. I knew he was liking what I was doing, and I knew he would like it even more when my tongue reached his asshole. I couldn't stop myself. I needed to make love to every part of his body. I could feel my heart pounding with excitement as I got nearer to that fuzzy hole below his balls. Rudy seemed to sense what I was after, for he pulled his legs up a little so I could lick further down into his crack. When he did that, I grabbed his legs and pulled them up even higher, and looked straight into the crack of his ass.
"Oh, Rudy!" I nearly fainted when I saw the little dark opening twitching in little spasms as though it were begging me to taste it. Without hesitation, I held Rudy's legs firmly in a wide angle, then squeezed my face into his buttocks. My tongue darted out and tickled against the hot little rim, then I sucked my mouth hard over the hole, and pressed the tip of my tongue forcefully to its center.
"Uh... uh... uuugghh!" Rudy whimpered as I vibrated my tongue rapidly into the opening of his ass like a snake crawling into a hole. His legs kicked in the air as my tongue sank deeper and deeper inside him. I was crazy, digging into his anus with my hungry tongue, searching for the wonderful flavors which I could smell with my nose.
I groaned as I forced my tongue deeper into Rudy's ass. Suddenly, Rudy reached down and grabbing my hair, he pulled me away from his ass. He held my head in his strong hands and glared into my face, his breath steaming against my cheeks. Then he forced his mouth over mine and pinned me down on the bed beneath him. He was wild with passion.
I felt his hands reach under my legs and pull them up. Quickly, the tip of his cock slid into my cunt lips, and before I knew it, he was fucking me fast and hard, viciously, grunting and gasping like a crazed animal. Again, I was on fire deep inside as Rudy slammed his cock in and out of my drooling pussy.
"Oh, my darling... I love you!" I cried out breathlessly as we fucked like wildcats on the bed. Suddenly, Rudy pulled his cock out of my hot cunt and whirled around over me. I felt his tongue slide down over my stomach and into my cunt lips. I cried in ecstasy as he started driving his tongue along the crack of my pussy, running in circles around my clit, then sliding down to the entrance of my cunt, tickling around all over.
Rudy's balls swung and dangled against my nose. I opened my mouth and they fell inside. I sucked on them and swirled my tongue all around them. Then, I pushed his hips up, because I wanted his cock. His balls slid out of my mouth, and quickly I took his cock in my hand, guiding it to my lips. The head was slick with cunt juice as it slid into my hungry mouth and down into my throat. My arms reached up and around Rudy's hips and pulled down, forcing the head of his cock even deeper into the back of my throat. I could feel his tongue beating and fucking its way into my vagina, deeper and faster.
Rudy slobbered into my cunt, sucking and fucking it with his tongue. I wanted to scream, but Rudy's cock filled my mouth. I felt it throbbing as he fucked his pelvis up and down, driving his cock in and out of my throat. God, it was good. It was everything. And I was coming.
I tried to groan as I heaved my cunt up and down, going into an exploding orgasm. Then I felt Rudy's cock jerking viciously in my throat and mouth. He was getting ready to shoot. I gulped quickly, causing my throat to squeeze and tighten around the head of his cock. Then I felt the quick jerks of his cock as he shot hot globs of come rapidly against the back of my mouth. He grunted and trembled as he came, digging his tongue frantically into my cunt as I spasmed with him. We fell against each other on the bed and I guess we almost passed out.
"A little later, I felt Rudy's hand rubbing over my stomach, tenderly. Then he spoke.
"Maria, my darling," he said softly, "Are you awake?" He raised up on his elbow and saw that my eyes were open. "I'm leaving town for a while," he said. I felt something pull inside my stomach. I wanted to close my eyes and pretend I was dreaming. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It won't be long. I have to go away on business."
"'How long?" I asked in a mechanical tone. I wanted to cry, but I knew that wouldn't do any good. I began to feel alone, like I used to.
"I'm not sure," he replied. "I'll write to you, and let you know." He slapped me playfully on the leg, then got up from the bed. I watched him as he walked into the kitchen. After a moment, he returned to the bedroom, and sat down on the bed next to me.
"How long is it before you leave?" I asked, fearing he would tell me that it would be tomorrow.
"Oh, in about a week," he said, laying down on the bed, sipping his beer.
"Oh, Rudy!" I exclaimed. "At least, we have some time together before you leave!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. "You scared me, silly!" I said. "I thought you were going to leave me right away. I love you so much, I'm afraid of losing you!"
Rudy pulled me tighter and hugged me. I tried not to think about his leaving.
"See you tomorrow night, and we'll make some wild love together," Rudy said in a low, sexy voice as he tickled my ear with his tongue.
"Oh, yes," I said, squeezing his soft dick in my hand. A bead of come bubbled out of the little hole on the tip; I leaned down and licked it off.
"You sure know how to make love with your mouth, sexy," Rudy said. "I guess you had a lot of experience before we met, huh?"
I was surprised at his remark. I didn't know how to answer, or if I should answer at all. I felt an uneasiness creep into me. I think Rudy felt a little ashamed of his remark. He didn't say anything after that for a while. I fell asleep while we were watching a late movie on TV, and when I woke up it was dawn. Rudy was gone. I found a note he left me on the kitchen table. I read it, then sat down at the table and cried my heart out.
The note explained how Rudy actually had to return home to his wife and children, and that as much as he enjoyed being with me, he wouldn't be able to see me any more, at least not for a few months. He signed it, "Love always, Rudy."
I was twenty-one when I fell in love and lost it with Rudy. For the next two years, I dated lots of guys, most of them guys who knew me from before, or guys who had learned of my sexual talents from their friends. Then, when I was twenty-three, I met a young man named Eddie. He was a mechanic, and I met him one day when I took my car to be checked. I was having engine trouble, and Eddie was the guy who worked on it for me.
"All fixed up and ready to go," he smiled as he got out of the car and held the door open for me. I stepped in and Eddie closed the door, then smiled through the window at me. "Your carburetor was all gummed up with a bunch of crud, but it should work fine now," he said cheerfully.
"Thanks," I replied, "I sure appreciate the fast work. You must know a lot about cars," I smiled as I started the engine.
"I sure do," he replied. "I know a pretty girl when I see one, too!"
That night, we made a date. Eddie was a year younger than I was. He came from a poor background like I did. We talked about that a little. Eddie had blonde hair, sort of wavy, and fair skin. Next to me, he looked very pale. His blue eyes sparkled when he smiled. To me, he looked innocent. I found out he wasn't so innocent, however. Not any more than I was. Looks are deceptive.
Eddie came inside my apartment after we went to a movie, and sat down on the edge of the bed while I stood in front of him so he could unzip my dress in the back. It was hot and I wanted to change into something cooler. I felt his hands slide inside my bra and suddenly squeeze my tits. Then he pulled me backwards and I fell on the bed with him. Laughing and trying to get out of his embrace playfully, I goosed him in the ass, and he tensed. Laughing, I jumped up from the bed.
"Oh, I see what kind of a little tiger you are!" he scowled at me playfully. Then he started taking his clothes off. I watched him undress, and he watched me undress. We got quiet, all of a sudden, not too playful. He rose from the bed and came to where I was standing by the closet and took me in his arms. I don't know why, but I started crying. Eddie held me tightly in his arms and said soft, sweet things to me, as if he understood how much suffering I had been through. I could tell then that he had known quite a lot of suffering, too.
Eddie lifted me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed. After he put me down gently, he sat next to me and stroked his hands over my breasts, legs and stomach. I felt his fingers probe and wiggle around my cunt lips. Then Eddie lowered his head and placed his mouth over my pussy, his tongue darting out and into the crack of my cunt.
That felt wonderful! Running my fingers through his blonde hair, he dug his tongue around inside my pussy lips. I stroked along his back, felt the smooth hairless ass, muscular and warm. I pulled him gently onto the bed with me. Eddie stretched out beside me, while never once taking his tongue from my pussy. His cock swung out and bounced right into my mouth. It was big and fleshy and moist. And I sucked its head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the long shaft.
Eddie rolled over on top of me, still holding me to him tightly in his arms. Then he started fucking up and down with his hips, pumping his cock in and out of my throat deliciously. His two balls dangled in long loose bags of skin and swung against my nose and cheeks as he fucked my mouth. My fingers roamed his buttocks, and I started tickling gently into the crack of his ass, right toward the asshole.
When I did that, Eddie went wild. He squatted over my head and lowered his ass right down into my face. Pink and moist, the opening smothered my mouth with pungent, exciting odors and flavors! Up darted my tongue like a slimy little prick. The muscles around his asshole relaxed, and my tongue started pushing inside. I wiggled it and listened to Eddie, gasp and groan. Then I felt my legs being pulled up and back, and the next thing, Eddie's mouth was attached like a suction pump over my asshole. I shivered all over when I felt his stiff, wet tongue push up into my hole. Together, we tongue-fucked each other passionately, grunting and slobbering like pigs. I never knew until then just how wonderful it felt to have a tongue in my ass. And believe me, Eddie knew better than I did how to use that tongue of his. Deeper and deeper he drove that blissful organ into my rectum, sucking and groaning and vibrating his tongue like a long slimy finger way up inside me.
Eddie turned me on sexually faster than almost anyone else I had ever known. Except maybe Rudy. But, I had gotten over Rudy. I was with this new bundle of excitement and sexual passion, and it was almost more than I could handle.
He grabbed me and turned me over on my stomach. I thought he wanted to fuck me in the ass. I had never done it before and I tried to resist him.
"Easy, honey... take it easy," Eddie said, pinning one of my arms behind my back and holding me down. "I know how to do this, Maria," he said softly in my ear. "Trust me, Maria, will you?" He let go of my arm and kissed me on the neck tenderly.
"You got any Vaseline, or anything like that?" he asked me. I told him it was in the bathroom. He got the small jar, and put a big glob of the jell on the end of his fingers. Then he pressed it into the crack of my ass and into my anus tenderly. Slowly, Eddie eased a finger into my asshole, and shoved it steadily into me.
"Oooohh," I moaned.
"Does it hurt?" he whispered.
"No, it feels... strange," I moaned.
"Eddie placed the tip of his big cock against the entrance of my asshole, and pushed forward gently. Very gradually, I began to relax, and Eddie's cock started sliding easily into my asshole, filling me, warming me, driving me toward an exploding orgasm. For a few minutes, Eddie fucked me in the asshole, and fingered my cunt at the same time.
I twisted in his arms as he fucked into both of my holes with his cock and his fingers. "I'm going to come... oh, darling, here I... here I come!" I cried loudly, panting and bucking in his arms.
"Me, too!" Eddie gasped. "I'm coming!" And he slammed his cock fast and hard and deep into my sputtering rectum. God, I had one of the most intense orgasms I ever experienced in my life. I thought I would never calm down.
Eddie and I dated for about six months. I didn't expect to ever hear him say, "Maria, will you marry me?" however. I had conditioned myself against that. I was just happy to find a guy to make love with like Eddie.
Everything went along pretty smoothly up until that horrible day I discovered I was pregnant. It had to be Eddie's kid, because he was the only guy I had been seeing since I met him. I became depressed. Eddie started getting irritable probably, because of the way I was acting. Finally, we had a bad argument and Eddie left me.
After he was gone, I could only think of one way to end my misery, and that was to take my own life. I took a bunch of sleeping pills, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a nurse looking down at me. I lost the baby, but thanks to my sessions with a psychiatrist, I started to pull out of my depression. I've got a long way to go, but I have faith that I can find some better way to search for love. Maybe I'll even find the husband I've been seeking these years.
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In this case we see how the following sociological factors helped to "fix" the case subject's urges to perform fellatio upon her male companions:
First, from birth to age of four, a most important period of her psychosexual development, Maria was victim of a discouraging family environment, an environment in which her father and mother frequently quarreled, and in which she received little affection and love. This was the foundation for her overwhelming insecurities regarding her relations with men, and her attitudes toward love and sex.
Secondly, at age five, Maria fell under the influence and domination of her older cousin, who taught her how to please a man by performing fellatio. Gradually, she strayed from the authority of the family structure to the authority of the gang in which the cousin was one of the leaders. Within that controlling group, Maria fell into the habit of pleasing a number of males by performing fellatio upon them in the mistaken belief that in this way she would attract a potential husband and gain the security for which she desperately longed.
Finally, during adolescent and teen years, Maria's sexual behavior and her urge to please her male partners became overly aggressive to the point it represented a threat to their self-images as masculine and dominating. The harder she tried to satisfy them with her sexual oral ism the less successful she was in maintaining her relations with them.
CHAPTER FOUR: BABY-SITTING BABY
Looking back on things, the way it was in the past, I can get a pretty good idea of why things worked out the way they did. For example, it seems to me that I started really getting hung up in all my weird activities when I was around fourteen. At that time, my mother was fighting with her third husband. They used to go at it like cats and dogs at home, drinking and arguing about this and that, and it got so bad I just couldn't stand to be at home. I started baby-sitting at nights, just so I'd have some place to go to get away from all the noise and problems at home. The first person I worked for as a baby-sitter was a divorced woman, Mrs. J . I called her by her first name, Kate, because as it worked out, I sort of moved into her home one summer, and kept the house and took care of her two little boys, Greg and Bobby.
Kate worked long hours at a hospital as one of the head nurses. She was an attractive woman in her early thirties, and in a way, I almost looked up to, her as a mother. In the beginning, anyway. Toward the end of the summer, however, things changed.
Like I said, I was about fourteen when I started working for Kate. And I enjoyed taking care of her two little boys. Greg was seven years old, and Bobby was five. I guess I liked the little boys so much because I had never any little brothers in my home. I had two sisters, but they were much older than me, and I hardly knew them.
Kate wasn't poor, like my family was, but she didn't have it easy, either. She had to work pretty hard to keep things going. She made enough to pay the rent, buy food for the four of us, and put a little aside in a savings account. I didn't want much money, anyway. I was just happy to get away from my mother and stepfather, at least for the summer.
One night, while Kate was at work, and I was watching television, I heard the two boys giggling in their bedroom. They were supposed to be asleep, so I tiptoed to their room to see what was keeping them up. I pushed the door open very gently, and that's when I got my first lesson in sex, I guess.
Greg was naked on the bed, showing his organ to his little brother. I could see that he had an erection, which surprised me, because I didn't know that little boys could get erections. I remember getting flustered and excited as I watched them, but I didn't say anything. I was embarrassed. But I was also fascinated, so I watched and listened to them.
"See what a big one I've got?" Greg said to his little brother, Bobby. "Mine's bigger than yours."
"No it's not!" said Bobby. "Mine's just as big!"
"Oh, yeah? Well, prove, it. Take your pajamas off and we'll see who's got the biggest peter!"
Bobby stood up in the bed and took his pajamas off. I saw that his penis was sticking out in front of him, erect, just like Greg's was.
"See!" said Bobby.
"Mine's longer than yours, stupid!" cried Greg, standing up on the bed in front of his brother. Bobby reached out and grasped Greg's erection, and the two boys laughed. "You want to suck on it again, like you did last night?" asked Greg.
"Okay," Bobby said, "but you have to suck on mine, too."
"Okay," Greg agreed.
"Bobby squatted down on the bed in front of Greg and sucked his brother's erection into his mouth. Greg giggled. After a few moments, Bobby pulled back and said, "Now it's your turn." He stood up and Greg squatted in front of him and put his mouth over his little brother's organ.
Watching this activity made my heart race. I had mixed emotions about what I observed. I didn't know whether to go in and put a stop to their naughty activities, or forget it. I also remember feeling sexually aroused while watching the two little boys play with each other like that. In fact, I got so aroused, I found myself rubbing my cunt. I guess that was the time I started masturbating. Consciously, anyway. I got very excited, watching the two naked boys sucking on each other. But then, Greg glanced toward the door and whispered something to Bobby. Immediately, the two boys jumped under the covers and lay very still, I knew they'd seen me. I closed the door, and trembling, went back to the living room.
When Kate got home later that night, I was still awake, trying to decide if I should tell her what I had seen.
She could sense something was on my mind. "Something's troubling you," she said. "What is it? Did the boy's give you a rough time, today?"
"No. But... I saw them playing around together in their bedroom. They were doing things to each other."
Kate didn't say anything as we got into bed. I slept in one bed with her, since there weren't any other beds in the house. Then, turning the light out which was next to the bed, she said, "Go ahead. Tell me what you saw. It's okay."
"Well... they were playing with each other. You know... playing with themselves down here." I pointed to my snatch.
"Rose, all little boys play around with each other. It's natural," she said. "Even little girls play with each other, sometimes." She explained a few things about what goes on between children while they are growing up.
"Then there's nothing wrong with that kind of thing?" I asked.
"Of course not, darling. Sex is part of life, and you should never feel bad about things like that." She put her arm under my head and pulled me to her. Automatically, I laid my arm across her stomach and snuggled closer to her. I felt warm and safe in her arms, and listened to her talk in her soft voice about the things children do while they are growing up. Gradually, I found my hand beginning to caress her stomach. Little by little, as if in a dream, I groped downward until my fingers were playing in the nest of crisp hair over her cunt lips.
"That feels good, darling," she said. "Do you like playing like this with me?"
"Yes," I answered. My whole mind was yearning to explore her, to feel every inch of her warm body. Suddenly, I was crying softly in her arms, trembling and shaking.
"Darling, don't cry. There's nothing to be afraid of." Kate soothed me with her voice and her hands. "I like it when you touch me down there. It feels good. Let's take off our panties, and get naked, just like Greg and Bobby did," she said.
After we took off our undies, Kate showed me all kinds of things. It was the first time I had ever known any kind of real affection and love from a woman, and I guess I was hungry for it. In a way, Kate will always be the most important person in my life, for the love and pleasure she gave me.
"You have such a lovely pair of tits on you, Rose," she said, cupping her hands over my breasts and squeezing them gently. Then she sucked one of my breasts into her mouth and nibbled it. While she was doing that, one of her hands reached down to my crotch and pressed firmly over it.
"Oooooh... Kate... I'm so warm," I panted. My heart was racing in the excitement of the moment.
"Yes, darling... so hot... so beautiful... wonderful," she moaned as her tongue licked over both of my tits. "Now you suck on my tits like I sucked yours, darling," she panted, lying back in the bed. I looked down at her lovely figure, pale and slender and warm.
"Mmmmm." I moaned as I sucked one of her large nipples in my mouth and bit on it gently.
"That's the way, darling... it feels so wonderful," she groaned.
"I licked down her stomach and quickly darted my tongue into the nest of crisp black hairs. I remember it smelled so fresh and exciting, an aroma I had never experienced before. I thrust my tongue out, and drove it deeper into her snatch. Kate gasped and writhed as I sank my tongue into her and then licked up and down along the crevice.
"Oh, yes, darling... yes... yes!" she cried, as I pressed my mouth over her pussy and started wriggling my tongue around between her moist lips.
Suddenly, Kate rolled over on top of me, so that she was straddling my head. I looked straight up into the crack of her pussy, then stuck my tongue out and licked into it. Then I felt her warm body press down on mine as she lowered-her mouth to my crotch and started wriggling her tongue into my cunt.
"Oh! Oh." OOOHHHMMMMMMM!" I cried suddenly, my whole body writhing in ecstasy. I had never felt anything like it before. I thought I was exploding. Electric sensations shot up into my stomach from my pussy. I felt Kate's tongue skirling and wriggling around inside me like she was fanning a fire. My cunt was hot and tingling as I experienced my first real orgasm.
"Rose, darling!" Kate was gasping and panting as she drove her tongue furiously inside my cunt. I was going wild. It was beautiful, like flying up into the clouds, like drowning, except everything was beautiful and fantastic. I felt my body heaving and twisting, my arms hugging around Kate's buttocks, pulling her crotch down, holding her crotch firmly over my mouth as I started wriggling my tongue rapidly inside her pussy.
"Rose! Rose!" she cried, still sucking and swirling her long tongue inside my pussy. I could feel her whole body trembling, shaking on top of me like I was shaking and trembling beneath her. Then I felt her cunt begin twitching and convulsing around my tongue, and warm juices oozed like sweet warm cream into my mouth.
"Oh, darling... so beautiful and wonderful," she sighed as she pulled me into her arms and snuggled me to her. We fell asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, Kate was putting a cup of coffee next to the bed. She saw me open my eyes and smiled down at me.
"Good morning, darling," she said. "Here's a cup of fresh coffee for you. I've got to run to work, so see you later-tonight." Then she leaned down and gave me a kiss on the mouth. I felt her tongue gently lick along my lower lip; then she grabbed her jacket and left.
When Kate returned home that night, I was surprised to see that there was a young man with her. He was very cute, with curly blond hair, but he seemed very shy, not too talkative. I noticed that he looked at me quite a bit though.
"Rose, this is Larry. He's a male nurse at the hospital where I work. Larry's going to spend the night here because he just sprayed his apartment for roaches and can't sleep there tonight."
"Hi, Larry," I said, a little nervously. I guess there was something about him that excited me, although I don't know exactly what it was. Maybe it was the shyness in him. He seemed to be quite young, maybe twenty, or twenty-two.
"Hi, Rose. Hope I'm not taking your bed away from you," he said with a little grin. I think he blushed. I know I did.
Kate fixed the three of us some coffee, and we watched the late movie on television. After it was over, Kate turned to me and suggested that I turn in, that she would be in in just a few moments. I went on into the bedroom, got undressed, and got into bed. Then I reached over and turned the light out.
"A few moments later, I saw the door ease open and Kate came into the room. I watched her in the dim light as she slipped from her clothes and then eased into the bed next to me.
"Do you mind if Larry sleeps with us tonight, dear?" she asked in a nice soft voice.
"No... not if you don't," I answered her. My heart beat a little faster at the thought of Larry sleeping in the same bed with us. I guess I liked the idea.
A few moments later I saw Larry's slender figure in the darkness approach the bed. Then I felt the bed move and shake a little as he eased in with us. I was in the middle, between Kate and Larry.
"Nice and warm in here," Larry said, snuggling closer to me. I felt his hand touch my leg. Then, very slowly, I felt it move up from my knee toward my crotch. I started getting very excited right away. I got even more excited when I felt Kate's hand squeeze one of my tits. I reached down with both hands, one into Kate's pussy and the other groping for Larry's dick. When I came in contact with his cock, my heart must have skipped a beat, for it felt enormous to me, and very hard. I had never felt a man's dick before, and the newness of the experience almost hypnotized me. I started trembling a little, like I was shivering from being cold or something. But, I wasn't cold. I was very warm. Almost hot.
Nobody said anything. I guess it wasn't necessary to say much, not with all the activity going on between the three of us.
"Larry has a wonderful peter," Kate said. "He loves to get it sucked, don't you Larry?"
"Boy, I sure do," Larry said.
"Here, let's show Rose how a girl sucks on a man's dick," Kate said. Larry kicked the covers down to the bottom of the bed, then he grabbed his cock in one of his hands and held it up for me to get a good look at. Boy, was it a whopper. Kate leaned over me and licked the big head with her tongue. Larry moaned when he felt that long tongue of hers. Then, gradually, I saw his dick disappear little by little into her mouth. I was amazed at how much of it she could take. While Kate sucked the wet shiny cock, I squeezed one of her tits with one hand, and tickled her pussy with the other. After a few moments, Larry spoke. There was a little tremor in his voice.
Let Rose have a suck, Kate," he said. "I'll bet she would like to taste it, wouldn't you Rose?"
"Yeah... oh, yes," I panted, suddenly hungry to put my mouth on his cock and suck it like Kate had been doing. Kate came off it and moved her face into my cunt. As I rolled onto my side toward Larry, I squeezed Kate's head with my thighs, pinning her face to my quivering cunt. Then I leaned down and sucked the tip of Larry's big dick into my mouth.
"Oh... that feels so good... so good," Larry moaned, running his hands through my hair and guiding my head up and down over his shaft. With each stroke, the head of his dick went deeper and deeper into my mouth, until finally I could feel the slick head pumping gently in and out of my throat. I reached down and caressed his balls, squeezing them gently, cupping them in my hand and rolling them in my fingers like big oysters.
"Oooooh... baby... hmmmm!" Larry sighed as I moved my lips up and down smoothly over the length of his throbbing dick.
"Hmmmm, good... hmmmm!" Kate slobbered and moaned from my cunt, her tongue swimming around just inside my pussy lips, swirling all around like a little slimy snake.
"Let me have some of Rosie's honey!" Larry said, raising up and pulling his dick away from my mouth. Kate moved aside, and Larry lowered his head into my pussy. I fell back on the bed, trembling and squirming as he held my cunt lips open with his fingertips and drove his tongue down into my vagina. As he fucked me deep and hard with his tongue, Kate squatted over my head and lowered her moist pussy right onto my mouth. I darted my tongue out and drove it up into her cunt. I felt her pussy muscles twitch and spasm around my tongue.
Suddenly Larry started blubbering and blowing deliciously into my hot vagina. I giggled hysterically at the sudden ticklish sensations, and the more I giggled, the more Larry slobbered and growled playfully in my pussy. I cried, twisting and bucking on the bed beneath them. But, they were holding me down. Larry was holding me down by laying himself on top of my legs and wrapping his arms around my buttocks. And Kate was pinning me down by sitting on top of my head, her cunt pressing hotly into my face. I giggled and cried and laughed and moaned right into her spasming cunt, and the more I giggled, the more she panted and wriggled her cunt over my mouth and nose.
Suddenly, they let up for a few moments. All of us were panting, trying to regain our breath. Then Larry eased in between my legs. He grabbed my ankles and held them up in the air. I wondered what was going on. Then I realized that he wanted to stick his cock in me.
"I'm afraid!" I cried suddenly.
"Don't be afraid, darling," Kate soothed me with her voice. "I won't let Larry hurt you, dear. But it's time for you to know what it's like to get fucked, sweetheart. It won't hurt... except maybe just a little at the beginning. Do you trust me, Rose?"
I relaxed a little. Larry eased forward on his knees between my thighs until the head of his cock pressed in between my moist cunt lips.
"That doesn't hurt, does it, darling?" Larry asked softly, looking down at me warmly.
"No," I whispered.
Kate eased back down over my face and pressed her cunt into my mouth. I darted my tongue out and started wriggling it around inside her pussy. Then I felt a sudden stabbing sensation between my legs.
"Noooooo!" I cried out.
Larry held my legs firmly over his shoulders and kept his dick buried in my cunt. For a long moment he didn't move, and finally the pain began to fade. I felt hot and glowing all around my pussy. Although tears were streaming down my cheeks, I was licking up into Kate's pussy, licking and moaning.
I felt Larry's body moving slowly between my thighs. Then his big cock began sliding smoothly in and out of my cunt, gliding against the walls of my vagina. Deep inside my stomach, a warm glow grew. With each stroke of Larry's dick, I began to feel things I had never felt before, wonderful sensations deep inside my pussy. And while Larry fucked me and held me securely in his hands, Kate squirmed her cunt all over my face and reached down with her hands to squeeze my tits.
Faster and faster Larry moved, until he was screwing in and out of my virgin cunt like a big hot piston of flesh. Hotter and hotter I got deep inside with every plunge of his wonderful cock. I was getting the first fuck of my life, and as an extra added delight, I was licking and sucking Kate's delicious vagina, tasting the exotic flavors of her beautiful hole. With both of them working on me like that, I was feeling everything. My entire body was being caressed and loved by them passionately, forcefully, yet tenderly. I found myself reaching deeper into Kate's pussy with my tongue as Larry drove his cock faster and faster inside my snatch.
"Ohhh! Oh... Lar-Larrrr-ry!" I sputtered from underneath Kate's thighs. My body began trembling and convulsing, and I felt like I was going to come apart. Then I screamed.
"That's it baby!" Larry cried. "Come with me, darling... I'm going to give you my... cre-cream... now!"
I felt Larry's cock swell inside of me and jerk in violent spasms. He plunged into and out of my spasming cunt in long smooth strokes as I orgasmed.
"Wonderful! Wonderful, baby!" Larry gasped, his hips jerking savagely as his cock shot off deep inside me.
Then Kate started moaning like crazy, and I felt her pussy twitch over my face. Warm delicious liquids oozed out of her snatch and filled my mouth. I flicked my tongue rapidly back and forth inside her lips and wiggled my head up and down so that my nose glided between her pussy hole and her asshole, It was a three-way explosion, one I'll never forget.
I can't remember what happened exactly after that. I know that when I opened my eyes, later that night, I saw Larry lying next to me. He was asleep, but when I looked down at his cock, I saw that it was lying stiff over his belly, and every few seconds it made a little jerk. The head was round and slick looking, and I found myself easing down in the bed. I wanted to slip my lips over wonderful organ and suck it into my mouth.
Larry groaned a little in his sleep as I lowered my mouth and let the pink head slip smoothly into my mouth. I curled my tongue around it, then began sliding farther down the shaft. As I took his cock into my mouth, I could feel it jerking automatically, and swelling. Larry moaned again. Very slowly, I started moving up and down in long easy sucks over his erection, surrounding the warm thick penis with my moist lips and tongue. Deeper and deeper I let it go with each suck, until the head was pumping gently in and out of my throat. God, I was hungry to taste the cream lying somewhere inside of him.
Larry moaned a little louder, and then I felt his cock stiffen quickly inside my mouth. Suddenly, the shaft started jerking in fast spasms, and the head swelled like a balloon. Then I felt the hot blasts of cock cream come shooting out and flooding my mouth, filling my throat. God, it was delicious, exciting. I was filled with wonder at this marvelous organ that men had, and women didn't. I sucked tenderly on the jerking shaft, swirling my tongue around it as I went up and down, urging every drop of his love juice out the tip. Finally, the convulsions in his cock stopped, and the stiffness left his penis. I let it go limp in my mouth, still not wanting to give it up. After a moment or two, I eased back up in the bed, snuggled into Larry's arms, and went to sleep.
* * *
Rose L 's urges toward oralism were indirectly incited by several factors in her prepubertal development. First of all, as the subject revealed in her later counseling sessions, she did not have a happy childhood. Her mother, an uneducated and frustrated woman who came from poor German stock, was given to fits of anger, quarrels with her several husbands, hysteria, and was overly harsh in her treatment of her three children, especially Rose, whom she considered both unexpected and unwanted.
Rose had never known her real father, since the man had abandoned his wife and family shortly after Rose was born. He was never heard from again. Rose had a brother and a sister, both ten years or so her senior, and when the subject was six years old and just beginning school, they left Rose with a mother who gave her virtually no affection but an abundance of harsh treatment. In effect, the subject grew up alone, uncared for, and unloved.
It would seem, according to most studies presently available, that married couples from the lower-income groups have far less family stability than those from the upper-income groups. From what might be gathered from statistics and research programs, individuals from the low-income groups divorce and remarry with greater frequency than individuals from the high-income levels. As B. Goldstein points out in his book Low Income Youth in Urban Areas:
... divorce rates are inversely related to socioeconomic status, service workers' index of proneness to divorce being over three and one-half times that of professional and semiprofessional workers, or proprietors, managers, and officials; and low-income recipients... being over two and one-half times that of persons with incomes of 4000 dollars and over. Education, also, is inversely related to divorce proneness...
There can be little doubt that a child who is reared in such an unhappy environment an environment of frequent quarreling, poor parent-child communication, and marital instability will be burdened with certain handicaps in his, or her, overall development.
But in Rose L 's case, there are other circumstances which bear upon her attitudes toward sex, specifically, and her attitudes toward males, in general. These circumstances involve the kinds of activities which went on in the girl's immediate home life, the kind of sexual relationships that she observed between her mother and her male companions and husbands, and the kind of experiences the subject had directly with those men.
On several occasions between the ages of six and eight, Rose was to observe some rather frightening scenes between her mother and her first stepfather. She revealed during her sessions, somewhat reluctantly, that sometimes at night, after she had gone to bed, she would lie awake and listen to the quarreling and fighting between her parents. On some of those unhappy, anxiety-ridden nights, she would stand at her door and secretly watch her stepfather striking and cursing her mother. She was amazed, however, to discover that her mother seemed to ask for the abuse, as though she were urging her husband to greater acts of dominance. On two occasions the subject saw her stepfather take her mother by the hair and bring her to her knees in front of him to force the subject's mother to perform fellatio upon him.
The influence of such witnessed acts of sadomasochism, acts observed during the subject's pre-pubertal development, cannot be minimized. The theoretical concepts arising out of the Freudian school of psychological thought, regarding fixations, immediately come to mind. As Joseph Jastrow points out in his informative work Freud: His Dream and Sex Theories:
Fixation is accepted by Jung as by Freud, as a source of disharmony of development, when childish forms of libido persist. The normal course is progressive; the abnormal course is regressive... As the child's first satisfactions are intensely fixed upon the parents, these relations exercise a dominant influence on the plastic psyche. The attitudes of the parents, including their complexes, affect the child deeply, including the parental pattern which the child imitates... It is quite true that parental relations carry sex implications... The Freudianized family appears to be not a pleasantly domestic circle, but a seething and somewhat vulgarian center of strife. The typical complex is a parental one.
In this light, we can understand the repetition of patterns due to certain traumatic or "imprinting" episodes which tend to break out of their hiding places in the unconscious and express themselves at some later time when the conditions are just right. In every human being there hides a child, a child filled with impressions and memories, most of which lie dormant and unconscious. But, under certain conditions and stimuli, which usually occur at a later time in the continuing psychosexual development, those hidden impressions and "imprints" may spring forth and exert unwanted control over the behavior patterns of the individual.
It became apparent in Rose's subsequent psychiatric counseling that there was one other experience that played a big part in coloring her sexual attitudes toward men. This was an experience with her brother.
When Rose was ten years old, her mother had just married her third husband. Rose's brother returned home for several days, for the wedding, presumably. He slept in Rose's bed, since conditions were crowded, and Rose recalled feeling peculiarly happy about seeing her brother once again after so long a time. Apparently, her brother was the first male in her first ten years of life who had ever displayed any kind of affection for her, and Rose hadn't forgotten him. During the night, while she lay next to him in the bed, she wanted to make some sign of her gladness to see him, her feeling of security in being close to him. She reached to snuggle closer to him, and her hand innocently fell on his penis. The older boy allowed her to caress his organ, as she seemed fascinated by it, and very curious. Innocently, she explained to her brother how she had seen her mother sucking on her previous stepfather's penis. The brother replied that that was "good," that men "liked that" from a girl. Rose, encouraged by the conversation, leaned over, kissed her brother's penis, then fellated him. It is interesting to note here that Rose did not recall this experience until quite late in her therapeutic sessions.
In this event with her brother may be seen another block in the foundation of her psychosexual development, an event which played a part, no doubt, in her later oral urges. These forgotten and hidden impressions were stimulated into action during her adolescent period when she began to ease away from her mother and to search for a world on her own as a baby-sitter.
The overall picture of Rose's background is one of mixed emotions. Her mother gave her little love, little attention, and harsh, often abusive treatment. Rose had little chance of relating in a normal way with men, for none of the men in her life neither her various "fathers" nor her brother provided her with any kind of normal communication. She was influenced in her sexual attitudes toward men by her frightful observations of the sexual activities that occurred between her mother and her stepfathers.
A child's needs, during his early years, are basic and vital. If a child is to be able to develop normally, he needs appealing and copyable models of sex-role identification. And, as it can be easily seen in this case history, Rose had anything but a "normal" family of orientation.
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I spent the rest of the summer with Kate, helping to take care of her little boys while she worked nights at the hospital. Larry came over to see us every couple of weeks or so. Sometimes he came over while Kate was at work, and we used to do all kinds of wild things in bed. I loved sucking on his dick, and getting fucked by him.
Suddenly, he stopped coming to see me. I asked Kate about it. She told me that he had gotten engaged to some girl who worked at the hospital with him, a secretary or something. Anyway, it upset me tremendously, and I thought there was nothing more to look forward to. Kate was understanding. She tried to cheer me up and get my mind off Larry, but eventually I guess she got tired of my childish complaining. Toward the end of the summer, we started drifting apart, and finally, I was sleeping on the couch in the living room.
One night she brought a nurse friend of hers home, a pretty blonde woman named Betty, and they slept together, leaving me by myself on the couch. That hurt me quite a bit. I guess I realized that things weren't the same between Kate and me, so I went back home.
I didn't stay there long, though, because my mother was worse than ever, drinking a lot, and getting into the usual fights with her husband. About the only thing I could do was start babysitting at night again. I took as many jobs as I could find.
Finally, I got a live-in baby-sitting job for the T family. The T 's were very rich, and lived in a big mansion in a ritzy part of town. They had three children. The oldest was a boy named Tommy. He was seventeen, two years older than me, and was a freshman in a junior college located in another town. Sometimes he came home for the weekends. The other two kids were Johnny and Peg. Johnny was eleven, and Peg was nine. I found out, though, that in some ways they were quite mature for their ages, thanks to their older brother, Tommy.
I found out shortly after I started working for the T 's just how mature Johnny and Peg were. One Friday night, Mr. and Mrs. T went on an out-of-town trip. They were to be gone until the next afternoon.
"If Johnny gives you any trouble," Mrs. T said as she and her husband got ready to leave, "just paddle his rump hard. And don't be surprised if our oldest son, Tommy, comes in from college tonight. He said he might."
"Then they left. I locked the front door, then went back into the living room.
"Hey, what's your name?" Johnny asked me, in a sort of smart-alecky tone of voice.
"Rose," I replied, sitting clown on the couch next to him. His sister, Peg, was lying on the floor watching television.
"Bet you don't know how old I am," he said.
"How old are you?" I asked, pinching him playfully on his nose.
"Old enough!" he said, looking at me out of the corner of his eyes, and giggling like a little devil. I was slightly embarrassed. I think I even blushed.
"How old is your sister, Peg?" I asked him, trying to appear as casual as I possibly could.
"She's getting there!" Johnny said, and went into another fit of giggles.
"I'm nine years old!" said Peg, looking around. "And Johnny's eleven, almost twelve." She turned back to the television.
For the next hour or so, the three of us watched TV. Johnny sat on the couch a few feet from me, and every few minutes I could tell he was glancing out of the corner of his eye to see if I was watching him. But, that wasn't all he was doing. He had one hand slipped under the waistband of his pajamas, and it was obvious that he was playing with himself, and it was obvious that he was doing it, on purpose in front of me to see what I would do or say. I didn't do anything. I just pretended I didn't notice him.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Johnny said after a while.
"Go!" I said, giving him a curious look.
"I'm afraid to go by myself. The light's not working there," he teased.
"Oh, all right, I'll go with you," I said. "C'mon!"
"Johnny walked ahead of me down a long hallway, through a large den, and down another long darkened hallway. As we walked through the large mansion, he wiggled his rump playfully in front of me, knowing that I was watching him. Finally, we reached his room.
"In here." He held my hand and led me into his bedroom. Then he opened a door and said, "See, I told you the light was out." He flipped the switch just inside the bathroom door, but no light came on. There was just enough light coming from the small lamp on his dresser to see by.
"Okay," I said, "go on."
"You have to come in with me," he said. "You can sit on the edge of the tub next to me while I sit on the toilet, so I won't get scared."
I did as he said. As I sat down on the edge of the tub, Johnny pulled his pajamas off completely, then sat down on the toilet seat. I wasn't really surprised to see that he had an erection, but I was embarrassed. I couldn't believe how brazen the little brat was. But I couldn't feel mad at him. He was one of the cutest little boys I had ever seen. I guess he knew it, too.
"Tommy says it's a good sign when I get big down here," he said, pointing to his erection and then gripping it in his hand. "Is that right?"
"Yeah, I guess it's okay," I answered, trying not to pay him any mind, trying to ignore him.
"Tommy tells me a lot of things about what boys are supposed to do with girls, too," he said. "He told me all about why girls have holes between their legs, and how girls like it when boys stick their dicks inside," he continued. I felt my face getting redder by the second. I didn't know what to do or say. I had never heard this kind of talk from someone so young. "My brother, Tommy, knows everything about girls," Johnny said.
"How old is your big brother?" I asked.
"Oh, he's seventeen, I think. He's going to college now, but lots of times when he comes home for the weekend, he tells me all about things, what he does with his girl friends, and how he plays around with them sometimes. Tommy knows all about girls, and he has lots of girl friends where he goes to college."
Johnny kept gripping and squeezing and playing with his erection, and glancing at me to see if I was watching him. The longer we sat there together in the bathroom, the more I found myself looking at him, watching him, becoming more and more interested in what he was doing.
"You know what jack off means?" Johnny asked me.
"No," I said, watching his hand move up and down over his erect organ.
"I can make my peter squirt some honey at you," he said, grinning at me.
"Maybe we should go back in the living room and watch some more TV," I said.
"Okay, but first take a feel of my peter. Tommy says I got a good one." He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his erection. "Go ahead, give it a squeeze. You can make it squirt, if you want to," he said bluntly.
I don't know why I did, but I gave Johnny's peter a couple of squeezes. I was surprised to find that it was very stiff. As I gripped it with my fingers and moved my hand slowly up and down the shaft a few times, Johnny leaned back and smiled.
"Now you know what jack off means," he said. "If you do it like that for a little bit, it starts feeling good, and pretty soon it squirts all over the place. Tommy showed me how. He plays with my dick just about every time he comes home from college. I play around with his dick, too, and it's a whopper. He says mine will get big like his when I get to college."
As I slid my hand up and down over Johnny's stiff little prick, the tip of it got all slippery from the fluid which started oozing out of the tiny hole.
"That's some of the honey dripping out," Johnny explained. "You can taste it, if you want to. It doesn't have much taste." He touched the tip of his finger to the slick pink head, then put his finger to his tongue. "See. You taste it."
As if I was under his spell, I did what he said. I licked the tip of his finger and felt myself getting very excited. "It tastes good," I said, my pulse pounding.
"I know it does," Johnny said. "You can get a better taste if you put your mouth on it and suck it, though. That's what my brother, Tommy, does. I suck on his, too, until he squirts his honey in my mouth. Boy, I can really taste it, because he really squirts a lot," he explained.
I lowered my head and took the tip of Johnny's penis between my lips.
"That's pretty good," he said, "except you're supposed to go up and down with your mouth. That way, the honey will-squirt out faster."
I did as he said, like I was under his spell. I had never done anything like that before with a young boy. I couldn't believe it was happening. It was almost like a dream. I sucked more and more of the hard little organ into my mouth, until all of it was inside and I was swirling my tongue rapidly around it.
"Ooooo... you know how to do it better than Tommy does," Johnny gasped as I glided up and down on his lovely hard little prick. "It's getting ready to... to... sq-squ-squirt!" he groaned. He grabbed me by the hair, and I felt his legs twitching and kicking gently into my breasts. Then I felt rapid little jerks in his hard cock as he started spurting his warm honey into my mouth. I gulped it and swallowed it down, my cunt quivering in the brief but exciting passion of the moment.
"Did you taste it?" Johnny asked a few moments later as we walked back through the big mansion toward the living room.
"Yes, I did," I replied, watching him wriggle his cute little ass playfully as he walked in front of me.
As we got back to the living room, the doorbell rang. Both Johnny and Peg ran excitedly to the front door and unlocked it. It swung open, and a very handsome boy swept them up in his arms. It was Tommy, home for the weekend from college.
I saw Johnny pull his brother down and whisper something in his ear. Tommy gave me a quick glance and a strange sexy smile. I realized that the little boy had told his brother what had gone on in the bathroom. I blushed crimson. After a little time of visiting, Tommy took Johnny and Peg and put them to bed. Then he came back into the living room.
"You and Johnny got to know each other pretty fast, huh?" he said as he pressed his hand over the big bulge in his trousers. "In the bathroom, I mean!" He licked the edge of his lower lip with his tongue.
Suddenly I got brave. "Yeah. He sure is grown up for his age. He says you tell him all about things," I said boldly. "About boys and girls."
"Oh, yeah. Johnny knows about as much as I do, I think," he said. He came over to me and put his hand to my crotch. The next thing I knew, he was kissing me, and I was kissing him back, and everything started happening.
Tommy had my clothes off in just a few seconds and was feeling all over my body with his hands. Then he took his clothes off and stood in front of me. I was excited and trembling as I looked at his naked body, at his smooth skin, and his enormous cock. Then he picked me up in his arms and carried me down the hallway into a bedroom. He put me down on a bed, crawled over on top of me, and started hugging and kissing me. In the darkness, I could feel his mouth and tongue sucking and sliding over my breasts, down over my stomach, and then into the crack of my pussy.
"Tommy... no... noooooo!" I gasped, pushing him away gently. But he didn't pay any attention to what I said. He grabbed me by the ankles, lifted my legs high in the air, and spread them in a wide angle. Then I felt his tongue sliding along the inside of my thigh, down toward my slit, closer and closer. I was going out of my mind.
"Mmmmmm... oooohhhh, Tommy! Tommy!" I gasped, squirming under his strong grip, feeling his tongue getting ready to slide right into my cunt. Then, passionately, Tommy plastered his mouth firmly over my cunt and started driving his tongue rapidly in and out of it. I gasped at the wild sensations he was creating with his tongue.
"Mmmmmm, delicious... little Rosa, you, taste so good!" Tommy sucked and slobbered over my quivering cunt, wriggling his tongue inside it, jabbing deeper and deeper into my vagina. I was going out of my mind with this wildest passion.
Tommy removed his mouth from my crotch and brought his face to mine. Before I knew what was happening, he was kissing me and sliding his warm slick tongue deep into my mouth. Automatically I sucked on it, blissfully tasting the flavors of my own cunt juices mixed with his saliva.
"Mmm... mmm!" I moaned as he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me to him, his warm chest pressing down over my heaving breasts. I was on fire with desire. I had never experienced anything like that in my life. It was as though a whole new world was opening up for me, and my life would never be the same again.
"It's good, isn't it, Rose?" Tommy sighed, stroking his hands up and down along my sides.
"Ooooh... Tommy," I cried, hungering for more of his kisses.
"You want some honey?" he asked me softly, brushing my hair gently with his hands. Then he got up on his knees and straddled my stomach. I watched him as he gripped his big cock and stroked it several times. Slowly, he edged forward on his knees until the head of his dick was touching my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked the fleshy bulb in.
"Oh, that's good, isn't it, Rosa?" Tommy asked as he eased forward and shoved his dick slowly farther into my mouth.
I moaned as I swirled my tongue around the throbbing shaft, sucking on it, wanting the honey which was somewhere inside of him.
As I sucked on Tommy's cock, I felt something warm and wet touch the top of my cunt lips. I felt like I was in a dream, and I didn't want to wake up. The hot wet sensation pressed more and more down over my cunt lips, then I felt a wiggling sensation. I felt little hands rest on my thighs and begin to push my legs wider apart. I couldn't see what was happening, because Tommy was straddling me, with his dick gliding in and out of my mouth.
I grunted in wild passion as the wiggling sensation went deeper and deeper into my pussy lips. Tommy's dick was throbbing and jerking inside my mouth.
"Boy, Rosa sure has a sweet hole to lick on." I heard the voice of little Johnny. I knew then that it was he who was licking my cunt.
"Yeah, she sure does," Tommy agreed. I glanced up and saw him smiling down at me. Then he glanced back over his shoulder and asked, "You have some more honey to give her, Johnny?"
"Yeah," Johnny replied.
"Okay," Tommy said, "let's switch around.
Tommy pulled his dick out of my mouth and swung off me. Before knew it, little Johnny was crawling forward on his knees and shoving his stiff little prick right in my face. I sucked it in quickly. Then I felt Tommy's mouth sucking down over my cunt, and his long tongue snaking deep inside of me. God, they were giving me the works, and driving me crazy.
"I'm getting ready to give her some more honey," Johnny panted as I swirled my tongue around his little peter.
"Good boy," Tommy muttered from my crotch. "Give her all you got!"
Johnny made a little gasping sound and then I felt his dick jerk inside my mouth. Next, I tasted the warm cock honey which squirted out the end of his dick all over my tongue.
Moments later the little boy was gone. He just bounced off the bed and left the room without saying a word. But I didn't care. I reached my arms out to Tommy. I wanted him. I wanted to suck again on his big cock. I wanted him to give me every drop of his honey. But he grabbed my ankles, lifted my legs up and back, and quickly scooted forward. I felt his cock press in between my cunt lips, and realized he wanted to fuck me. Then I felt the strong stiff cock shove into my pussy, deep and hard.
I gasped. He fell forward and brought his lips down over mine, drawing my tongue deep into his mouth. His body moved up and down, and I felt every inch of that big dick pumping in and out of my juicy cunt.
"No... noooo... Tommy," I begged feverishly, "Let me taste your honey... please." "Tommy pulled his dick out of my hole and whirled around on top of me, so that his dick was bouncing on my nose. I grabbed it and sucked it into my mouth quickly.
Then I felt Tommy's mouth go down on my pussy again, and while he drove his tongue in and out of my vagina, he moved his hips up and down over my head and pumped his dick in and out of my mouth. Soon, we were crying together and moaning in ecstasy as we released our bodies together. I was bucking and shivering under Tommy and flooding his mouth with the juices from my cunt, and his dick was flexing and jerking furiously inside my mouth, splattering the back of my throat with big hot globs of come.
Finally, we went limp and fell asleep.
For the next few months, it went like that, Tommy coming in for weekends from college, and him and me playing around together when his parents were out of the house, or out of town at their lake cabin. Sometimes Johnny and Peg played around with us, and the four of us just went wild. Looking back on it, it's almost impossible to believe that it actually happened.
It came to a sudden halt when little Peg finally let her mother in on what was going on. I thought sure I was going to be put away in a prison for the rest of my life. It was a big mess, with Mrs. T out for blood. She finally calmed down, though, after arrangements were made for me to talk to a psychologist. I don't know what happened to Tommy. I think his parents sent him off to a college quite far from home. I never saw him again."
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As was stated earlier, a combination of factors family instability, lack of love and guidance from her mother and stepfathers, fixations "imprinted" on her psychosexual growth during the prepubertal years of her childhood, such as the oral episode with her older brother, and her observations of fellatio in the sadomasochistic activities of her parents all of these served as psychological "imprinting" mechanisms which planted the seed of the oral impulse within Rose L- , an impulse which was to find expression first with Kate and Larry, then with the three T children.
It is interesting to note here that Rose's sexual involvement during these adolescent and teen years was with members of the middle and upper classes rather than with members of her own low-income social level. This indicates, at least in this case history, the effects of cross-cultural associations. As Kinsey and other researchers have indicated, the upper strata of our society are generally much more sexually precocious, in terms of the wider range and variety of sexual activities which they enjoy, than are the lower strata. In this regard, then, it might be said that the sexual behavior of individuals from the low-income levels is sometimes influenced through direct associations with individuals from the upper classes: a cross-cultural association.
CHAPTER FIVE: TEMPERAMENTAL SISTER
My brother and me went to a party one night, some sort of open-house bash given by a friend of a friend of Roy's. It turned out to be dullsville, so we didn't stick around too long.
"You ready to blow this joint, Ann?" Roy asked around midnight, very bored.
"Fuck yes!" I said, and finished the last of my drink. At least I was able to guzzle a couple of cocktails at the party, if nothing else. That was soft of a treat for me, because I was only seventeen, and I couldn't buy liquor myself. Not that I had any money to buy it with. I wasn't working, and Roy, who's twenty-one, had been out of a job for several weeks. And my stupid drunken bum of a stepfather barely made enough money to pay the rent and keep us from starving to death. My mother was dead, so she didn't count anymore.
Roy and me hitched it back across town to where we lived, a dumpy little house or little street in a white-trash neighborhood. Yeah, we were white trash all right. And I hated it. So did Roy.
"We eased the door open and went into the living room. It was a mess as usual, papers thrown all over the place, beer bottles left on the coffee table by my stepfather, some dirty clothes lying across the back of the sofa.
"This fucking place is driving me nuts!" Roy said under his breath. I watched him as he took his shirt off and then started unzipping his pants. He gave me a quick glance and a little smile, trying his best to control his temper. I went over to him and put my hand on his shoulder, wishing that I could think of some way to get us both out of that miserable dump. Roy reached around my waist with his strong muscular arm and pulled me to him. I felt his hands gliding down the small of my back as I put my arms up around his neck. Then I felt the stiff lump inside his pants push against my skirt right over my crotch.
"Let me see if the bastard is passed out in his bed," I whispered. Roy pinched me hard on the rump, then lifted my face up with his hand under my chin and flicked his tongue back and forth across my nose.
"Roy," I whispered, "let me go see if the old man is here or not, damn it!" He released me and sat down on the sofa. I tiptoed to a door and peeked inside. Then I went back to the sofa and sat down next to Roy.
"Is the son of a bitch there?" Roy asked in a low voice. He pulled his shoes and socks off, then stood up and took of his trousers. I wanted to reach out and grab the big cock which pushed his underwear away from his flat hard belly. He knew what I was thinking, as usual. I always thought about Roy's cock, especially when we were alone, like at that moment. But we weren't completely alone.
"Yes, he's on the bed, snoring. Passed out as usual, I guess," I answered.
"Turn the light out, baby," Roy said softly as he lit a cigarette and stretched out on his back on the sofa. I started to flip the switch on the wall, but Roy suddenly stopped me. "Show me some skin first, baby doll," he said, looking at me and giving me that beautiful sexy smile he always gives me when he's in the mood to play around.
I smiled back at him. To me, he was the most sexy guy I had ever known, that brown curly hair hanging down over his forehead, his dark brown eyes, and his deep-tanned complexion. There wasn't a girl who saw him that didn't drool over him and want him for herself. But Roy and me had a special way with each other. We always got along together. I guess we gave each other the affection which we never got from our mother or stepfather. It was just the two of us. That's really all we had. Just me and Roy to look out after each other and keep each other from going crazy.
Slowly, I unbuttoned the shirt I had on, one of Roy's shirts, and took it off. I let it fall to the floor. Roy moved his hips slightly, then threw one leg up over the back of the sofa. He still had on his shorts, but I could see one of his balls hanging loosely down toward the crack of his ass. And the big lump under his underwear made a big jerk upwards. Roy and I gazed at each other steadily. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor around my bare feet.
"That's the way, baby," Roy sighed, blowing a big smoke ring out of his mouth. "Now take your bra off."
I pulled the straps off my shoulder and the bra fell to the floor. All I had on was my yellow undies. I caressed my body with my hands, sliding them up over my belly and cupping a breast in each one.
"That's what I like, baby," Roy smiled. "You got some tits on you, little sister... man, you got some mother-sucking tits on you."
I hooked a thumb under the waistband of my undies and started pulling them down. The big long lump under Roy's shorts made another jerk upward. It was more than I could bear, almost. Roy knew how much I loved him, how much it meant to me to be able to play with that huge cock of his, to hold it and fondle it, and tease it with my tongue before I sucked him off. God, when he blew his load, he really blew a mouthful. My heart was racing and my mouth was drooling as I pushed the undies farther down over my hips and smiled back at Roy.
"Ease them on down, baby," Roy said in a low voice, "nice and slow... that's my... girl." He blew another smoke circle into the air over his head and stretched his arms back. His chest expanded enormously, the muscles rippling over his stomach, the veins standing out on his neck and forearms. God, what a body my brother had. And what a cock was waiting for me underneath those shorts.
I pushed the panties all the way down, and stepped out of them. Then I reached up and flipped the light switch off. There was instant darkness. I couldn't see a thing. A second later, my eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering in from the street lamp outside. I walked slowly over toward the couch. When I got to it, I felt Roy's hand reach out and slide around my buttocks. He pulled me down to the couch with him so that I was lying on top of him. His arms wrapped, around me and squeezed me to him.
"God... Roy... oh, darling!" I murmured, bringing my mouth down to his moist waiting lips. I felt his tongue slide quickly between my lips and swirl into my mouth. Instantly, I was crazy with desire to give him pleasure. I felt his big cock pressing through his underwear right up into my snatch. I raised myself up, grabbed his snorts, and pulled them off. In the dim light I saw the big cock lying up over his flat stomach. It reached from his balls to his navel in a gentle curve, jutting up out of the nest of dark early pubic hair around it.
"Does it want some action now?" I panted excitedly as I caressed my hands up along Roy's muscular legs.
"What do you think, baby?" he said, taking another drag on his cigarette and giving me his special sexy smile.
"It sure looks to me like it wants something," I said, easing forward between his legs, licking up toward his big balls. When he felt my tongue tickle one of his balls, Roy gasped.
"I'm hot tonight, baby," he said. "Don't waste time playing around too much. I need to feed hot lips right on target."
"Oh, groovy, baby," I moaned, swirling my tongue around his balls. Then I left them, to flick my tongue back and forth across the underside of his cock. I reached it's head.
"Oh... shit, baby... now you're talking my kind of language," Roy groaned.
It was when I wrapped my tongue around the head, and swirled it, back and forth, that Roy really let out a gasp. He put his cigarette out in the ashtray next to the sofa, then ran his fingers into my blonde hair and started moving my head where he wanted it to go. I quickly sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth. It swelled and throbbed like a big hot mushroom, and I could taste the flavor of a little drop of salty semen which had oozed out the slit in the tip of the head. I wished I could slide my tongue all the way up inside that goddam beautiful prick of his.
"Oooooh, baby sister... yeah, man," Roy whispered. He pressed his hands down on top of my head, and I knew he was ready for the special treatment. He used to call it the 'baby-sister special' sometimes. I curled my long tongue around the head of his dick, then started sliding my lips down over the long curving organ. As I glided slowly down over it, and kept sliding my tongue back and forth around it, the long shaft bucked and jerked viciously in my mouth. Then it swelled suddenly and started jerking in violent 'little spasms. God, he really was hot, "cause he started shooting off before I even had a chance to really work over that throbbing, big, rock-hard dick of his.
I moaned as I slid down the convulsing shaft, swirling my tongue rapidly all around it. I squeezed his balls in my fingers gently and waited for the first shot of hot, bitter-sweet come to splatter against the back of my throat.
Roy's body tensed beneath me, his hands dug into my hair and held my head down over his ejaculating organ. I brought my lips as far down as I could over the delicious cock, until the swollen throbbing head went back into my throat. Then I felt the thick hot wads of come unloading in big splashes, flooding my throat, and oozing down into my stomach. God, I was on fire with passion. I reached a hand down to my quivering pussy and dug a finger inside it. Rapidly and furiously, I finger-fucked myself as Roy continued shooting off in my mouth. I sucked and swallowed as the globs of come kept spurting out of his jerking shaft. Then I heard myself making strange little grunting sounds as my pussy started exploding.
With lightning speed, Roy brought his foot up from the floor and pushed my hand away from my snatch. Then he eased his big toe into my cunt and started wiggling it rapidly. He pressed further into my hole, into my vagina, and I was wishing he would stick his big foot right up into my guts and fuck the hell out of me with it. But that wild toe of his was freaking me out, the way it was vibrating and sliding deeper and deeper into my snatch.
I grunted, my cunt twitching for a few seconds, then squeezing Roy's big toe as I spasmed. My entire body trembled and shook as juices oozed out of my cunt and dripped down over his ankle. God, it was a fantastic, wonderful, and exciting fuck.
"Suddenly: 'Well, well, well!" the loud voice shattered through the room. Roy and I were blinded for a moment as the light went on. I looked up, dazed but startled, and saw my stepfather standing with his hand on the light switch. I jumped up from the couch, my heart pounding.
"You lousy bastard!" I yelled at him. "You goddam lousy bastard!"
"I guess we can all get into the act!" he growled, taking a step toward the couch. It was obvious to me that he was very drunk. Out of it, completely! Nuts! Loco!
"You ain't getting into no act, you son of a bitch!" Roy jumped up from the couch suddenly and caught the bastard a right hook on the jaw which sent him to the floor. The punch knocked him out cold, as if he wasn't just about out cold from all the booze he had been drinking. Roy stepped over him, then glanced over at me. He was breathing hard, and he was madder than hell, but he managed a little smile.
"That ought to hold him for a while!" Roy said huskily. "Long enough for us to get a few things together and get the fuck out of here!"
"You mean we're taking off?" I asked, my mind racing with so many thoughts I couldn't keep track of them.
"Shit yes!" he yelled, kicking the coffee table over and spilling the beer bottles on top of the creep lying unconscious on the floor. "Let's split for L.A., now!" he said. We'll hitch it!"
"Oh, Roy!" I ran to him and threw my arms around him, my sticky cunt pressing up into his half-hard cock. He held me against himself for a moment, then kissed me.
"You get some sandwiches together, and see if you can find any money in the old guy's pants," he said with a sudden burst of cheer in his voice. "I'll be throwing some clothes together. Put on some jeans and sneakers and a sweater!"
"Okay!" I said, a feeling of happy adventure creeping into my mood. I even started humming in the kitchen while I was fixing some sandwiches. Then I went into the old man's bedroom and went through all of his pants. "Wow!" I yelled to Roy. "Sixty-five dollars!"
"Let's have it!" he said, giving me a quick pat on the rump. "I think it'll be safer with me."
"Yes, darling," I replied, handing him the money. I reached down and gave his cock a loving squeeze, then went to get dressed. A little while later, we were on our way out the front door, with the old man lying on the living-room floor, snoring away...
"Where you headed?" the voice came from the V.W. van as it pulled over next to us on an on-ramp to the freeway.
"L.A.," said Roy.
"I can drop you off in Reno," the voice replied. A few moments later, we were on our way. The driver of the van was a man of about thirty, sort of a hippie type, kinda cute, with long blond hair hanging down over his shoulders. "My name's Richard," he said. "I'm on my way to Reno to join a rock combo."
"Groovy," said Roy. "This is my... uh... friend, Ann, I'm Roy."
Richard turned out to be a nice cat. Cool and together, if you know what I mean. After we traveled for about three hours and had chatted and gotten real friendly, Roy asked if Richard wanted to rest in the back while he drove.
"Ann here really knows how to give a good back rub," he said. Right away, I figured something was up, but well, we didn't have much money, none to waste on helping to pay for gasoline, so I guess we had to earn our way somehow.
"Oh, yeah?" Richard smiled at me. "That sounds great. I could use a break, and stretch out for a little while. That's why I got that mattress there in the back of the van."
While Roy drove, Richard stretched out on the mattress. He eased his shirt off and gave me sort of a shy look.
"Take your pants off, silly," I said. "You're not a baby, and neither am I."
He loosened his belt buckle, raised his hips, and pulled his pants down and off. I wasn't surprised to see that he didn't have any shorts on. He was stark naked. But I was surprised a little when I saw his cock. It was almost as big as Roy's, and right away I started getting ideas about how to give him a massage.
"Turn over on your stomach," I said. He rolled over on his stomach, and I started working my hands up and down his back.
"Oh, man, that feels good," he groaned. I rubbed my hands down farther over the small of his back and over his round firm buttocks, squeezing and kneading his well-developed muscles.
"You got a good shape," I said, inching my fingers a little down into the crack of his buttocks, then rubbing back up along his back.
"You got a good felling in your hands," he replied.
I worked my fingers back down over his round buttocks and along the back of his legs. Then I kneaded back up toward his ass. Slowly, I let my fingers work down into its crack, squeezing gently, working closer and closer to his asshole. He reacted beautifully, his hips moving gently up and down on the mattress under my hands. I let a hand slide down between his thighs and squeeze his balls. Then I rolled him over on his back and looked at the big cock sticking straight up from his crotch. Without a moment's hesitation, I lowered my face and sucked the head into my mouth.
"Oh... Christ!" Richard muttered at the sensation of my lips sliding down his shaft. Soon, my mouth completely surrounded the throbbing prick, and my tongue was swirling around it, giving him the 'baby-sister special.' "Oh, Jesus! ... mama!" he hissed. The van went over a bump in the road, causing his dick to bob up and down in my mouth in rapid succession. I kept the rhythm going like that, swirling my tongue around the head and shaft.
Suddenly, Richard whined as his cock stiffened in my mouth and started jerking. I reached for his balls and started massaging them gently, snaking my tongue at the same time around his thick swollen organ. His body trembled violently, like he was in a convulsion, and then I felt the blasts of come shoot out of his exploding cock and bang warmly against the back of my mouth. I shoved my head all the way down and forced his throbbing head back into my throat as far as it would go. I let my throat muscles gag automatically around the head, squeezing it and milking it deliciously. Richard whimpered and writhed beneath me, his body quivering and arching as we bounced along the highway.
Finally, his ejaculation was over, and he went limp on the mattress. Very slowly, I pulled my lips back up along the shaft and came up from his crotch. I watched him for a few seconds and, deciding that he was fast asleep, got up from the floor of the van and went forward.
"I think he's asleep," I said to Roy. "He's kind of nice, too, you know?" I reached into Roy's shirt pocket, got two cigarettes out, and lit them, handing one to Roy. "Not as nice as you, though," I said, leaning against him and resting my head a moment on his shoulder. Roy put his hand on my thigh and gave me an affectionate little squeeze. By the time Richard woke up, we had traveled over two hundred miles.
"Hey, man," Richard said sleepily over our shoulders as we pulled into a service station. "We've made some good time!" We all went inside and had some coffee and hamburgers. Then we were back on the road again.
By the time we made it to Reno, I had given Richard quite a few rubdowns, if you know what I mean. I didn't leave my brother, Roy, out of the picture, either. I must confess, I got my share of attention, too. From both of them."
* * *
Roy and Ann were the two children of a white family in a run-down district of Chicago, When Ann was nine years old, and Roy was thirteen, their real father died suddenly, leaving them and their mother alone without any savings. Their mother was forced to work a double-shift job for a year, until she met the man who was to become her next husband. It was during this period that their mother was out of the home many evenings working and Roy and Ann became intimate with each other.
With their father gone, and their mother working days and evenings, the two children were forced to attend to their own needs at home, and were left in a more isolated setting, an environment in which they found ample opportunity to become involved with each other sexually.
Roy had always been a sexually precocious boy and, in this new situation, it was not surprising that he should direct some of his sexual energies toward his younger sister, Ann. And Ann, no longer able to receive the attentions and affections of her father, now that he was gone, turned to her big brother as a source of those needs. Thus, at a time when Roy was bursting through his adolescent period of psychosexual development (a period full of sexual urges natural at this time in every boy's growth), and when Ann was entering her years of puberty (a time in a young girl's life when she is most curious about the opposite sex), it is easy to understand how the two children began playing with each other in sexual ways.
As Ann revealed in her recounting during her psychoanalytic sessions, the relationship that grew between her and Roy began in quite natural ways playing with each other, wrestling on the bed together, dressing and undressing in front of each other. Little by little Ann's attraction for her brother grew until, by the time she was ten or eleven, her interest began to take on definite erotic meanings which were quite conscious. She began to realize that she could create a sexual response in her brother by exhibiting herself in front of him in the nude. He would, in turn, display his masculine organ to her, and eventually she allowed Roy to fondle her genitalia while she fondled his.
As might have been expected, Roy carne to the point of encouraging his sister to perform fellatio on him, praising her after she pleasured him in this way. Naturally, Ann was to develop a fixation for her brother's organ and a strong urge toward performing fellatio. To her, it was natural for a girl to do this with a boy, especially her own brother.
After their mother remarried, when Roy was nineteen and Ann was fifteen, the opportunities for their intimate sexual contact were reduced, for their mother was able to quit her night-time job and be at home in the evenings with her two children and the new husband. This created a severe problem for Ann in that her habituated intimacy with her brother was threatened. She became more irritable, temperamental, and given to periods of depressions that created problems for her in her schoolwork. Neither Roy nor Ann had good scholastic records, but now they were becoming even worse. And the presence of the new stepfather didn't help matters, for he was a coarse man who showed little affection for his stepdaughter, and outright hostility for his stepson. He also drank to excess, and on most occasions of drunkenness was hostile and offensive.
Roy dropped out of high school in his anxiousness to find a job and get away from home, since his life there was becoming unbearable. When he left school, Ann soon followed suit, and by the time she was fifteen, she had lost all interest in finishing her education.
Their mother grew despondent at seeing her children turning out so badly. She became depressed, morose, and finally ill with a heart condition. She died when Roy was twenty and Ann was sixteen, leaving them alone with the stepfather whom they hated.
Several specific elements, therefore, may be gleaned from Ann's background to explain her compulsion and her neurotic dependency on her brother. It was slowly revealed over a period of more than a year of psychiatric treatment, that she had experienced the following manifestations of neurosis from the age of about eight up until the time of her confinement in the hospital:
1) Sexual fantasies, during masturbation, involving her brother, Roy, in which she imagined having sexual intercourse with him and being carried by him into a magical paradise where they were the only human beings living.
2) Occasional dreams, starting around the age of eleven, that involved various sexual acts with her brother, acts that usually culminated in her performing fellatio upon him. After these dreams, she sometimes felt some anxiety and natural frustration.
3) Sadomasochistic dreams and masturbatory fantasies of pluralistic sex acts in which two men would ravage her. One of the men was always her brother.
4) When she was sixteen or seventeen, the time just prior to her being brought to the hospital, she began to have dreams and fantasies of herself as an inmate of a prison camp. At this prison camp, she would be forced to perform various perverse and humiliating activities with a succession of males.
Through intensive study her neurosis came to be more clearly understood. The fantasies and dreams were her hidden urges coming in conflict with her identity as an acceptable member of her society. She was trying to compensate, to satisfy the neurotic sexual hungers that resulted from her childhood fixation and frustration that centered around her brother. Her fantasy of being kept in a prison itself a symbolic representation of her society and its expectations of her was her way of trying to resolve, the guilt conflict that arose between her libidinous desires and her conscience, her need to achieve and maintain some acceptable position as a member of her society, before she could be accepted, it was necessary first to find social redemption and forgiveness through the ordeal of punishment and humiliation as payment for her "sins."
The pluralistic fantasy, or for that matter the pluralistic reality, seems to promise for this type of neurosis a total kind of sexual gratification and fulfillment. But, as most psychologists will testify, a neurotic is defined, in part, as being incapable of ever fully reaching his goal, of being repeatedly frustrated in his search for lasting gratification. The neurotic of this type who is burdened with strong sexual fixations is caught in a "vicious circle" of pursuit and half-captured fulfillment He is often burdened by the compulsive drive toward something new and more potent, toward variation and new stimuli. If the craving becomes unbearably great, as it apparently did in this particular case history, the neurotic may suffer from attacks of hysteria, uncontrollable rage, deep depression, or even more explosive manifestations of pent-up frustrations--frustrations that usually have their beginnings in the earlier years of psychosexual development.
As psychologists and researchers learn more and more about the important patterns of human psychosexual development, it is becoming easier to accept the idea that the various forms of adult sexual behavior patterns are, to a great extent, the expressions of a deep-seated wish to perpetuate the emotional and sexual world of childhood. An analogy to the case history of Ann and her brother Roy may be seen in one of Wilhelm Stekel's cases, related in his Patterns of Psychosexual Infantilism:
My patient also remembered that as a child she used to sleep in a crib standing between the beds of her parents, and that she overheard many things. Her pluralistic tendencies were rooted in infantile experiences... The patient's state was further illuminated when it was found that she had a pathological fixation upon her own brother. The large penis she always saw in her fantasies was that of her brother on whom she had performed fellatio when she was a child... The pluralistic setting of her fantasies was in essence the fulfillment of the infantile wish of petting with her brother in the presence of the copulating parents.
Certainly, in view of mid-twentieth-century studies such as those of Kinsey, Goldstein, and many others, sexual contact between siblings at various times in their childhood is anything but rare; and more, according to the concepts of Freudian psychologists, the "family of orientation" is more than lightly tainted with incestuous elements, conscious and unconscious.
What were the circumstances, however, that ultimately led to Ann's collapse and to her confinement in a hospital for a period of recuperation under the careful guidance and help of her psychiatrist? The following narrative of her trip with Roy to California, of the experiences that she encountered there, and the emotions that those events brought to the surface, sheds some light on that question.
* * *
After Roy and I arrived in L.A., we stayed a day in the Hollywood area, trying to get an idea of how and where to settle. We ran into a young hippie couple, who were also from Chicago, and became friendly with them. They were living with some other kids in Santa Monica and invited us out to stay with them for a day or two. So, we got in their car and headed, out on the freeway toward Santa Monica. Naturally, Roy and I had a thousand questions to ask them. There wasn't a dull moment.
"How long have you been out here?" I asked Millie, the cute little blonde chick sitting next to me in the back seat.
"Oh, about six months," she said. "And has it been wild!" She explained how she and her husband, Rick, had crashed in this house in Santa Monica when they first got to L.A., and were still living there, sharing the rent. She also explained how lots of newcomers could pick up a little money from the tourists on the beach, by 'selling the wares,' as she put it.
Millie and Rick introduced us to several other persons who lived in the house in Santa Monica. They were all in their twenties, hippies who were hustling one way or another to make a few bucks. Everyone chipped in on the rent, so it wasn't too expensive to live like that. Things were a little crowded, and I didn't care for all those cute girls hanging around so close to Roy all the time. That's what bothered me the most. I felt more and more nervous over the next few weeks, because it seemed to me that Roy and me were drifting slowly apart.
Roy and me shared a small room in the house. The only thing the room had in it was a mattress, two ashtrays, a dirty old throw-pillow, and a closet. We bought a couple of sheets for the mattress, mopped the floor, and did what we could without spending too much money to make it some kind of a home for us, at least for a short while.
For the next couple of weeks, Roy and I made the beach scene, swimming and playing with some of the other kids we met down there. I became more and more depressed as time went by. Roy seemed to be having great fun with the other pretty girls and left me sitting by myself on the beach. One day I got madder than hell and threw sand in his face, then ran back to the house, crying and feeling terrible. I threw myself on the mattress, sobbing. I was still crying when Roy came stalking into the room.
"What in the fuck has gotten into you, Ann!" he yelled. "You're driving me up the wall with all this childish shit! Now just shape up and get your shit together, or I'm taking off for Frisco by myself!" He sat down on the bottom of the mattress and lit a cigarette.
"I'm... so-sorry... goddam it!" I wailed and threw myself into his arms, my face buried in his crotch.
"I'm sorry, baby... don't cry, darling," he said, running his hands over my back tenderly. "You know I wouldn't leave you."
"I'm just jealous of that little bitch you've been making eyes at," I whimpered, wiping the tears from my eyes with Roy's shirttail. "I know it's not right for me to keep you from having fun, but I just can't stand to see you making eyes at another girl."
"Silly," Roy laughed and gave me a big hug. "The only reason I'm friendly with these chicks is because it keeps us in a more secure position here. We're running low on money, you know. As long as I give them enough attention, we stand a better chance of holding out here."
"If that's all there is to it, then I won't bug you any more about it," I said, bringing myself a little more under control.
"In fact," Roy said, pulling my face up and looking into my eyes, "we're going to have company for a little while tonight."
"Who?" I said.
"Millie. She's got the hots for getting into bed with both of us. Rick is in L.A. tonight, so she's going to slip into our room around midnight. You can work a little for me, this time, can't you, baby?" Roy asked, pulling me down on the mattress and giving me a deep-tongue kiss.
"Of course, darling," I said, feeling much, better after a moment...
"Hi, Millie," I said in a low voice as she tiptoed into our room that night. "Come over here and sit down." I patted my hand on the mattress. It wasn't long before the three of us were stark naked together on the mattress. Millie was sliding her tongue all around my tits, nibbling on my nipples, and pressing her hand over my cunt.
"Oooooh, Millie, baby," I moaned, my eyes closing as she glided her tongue into my cunt and licked around inside. I was lying on my back, stretched out on the mattress, my legs in a wide angle, Millie was kneeling between my open thighs, licking and eating my ready pussy.
Roy crept in behind Millie at this point and slid his cock into her cunt from behind, dog style. He gave her a delicious screwing while she drove her tongue deep into my vagina. God, it was great, feeling her hot mouth sucking on my pussy and her long tongue driving in and out of my cunt hole, and at the same time listening to her gasp and grunt in ecstasy while my brother slammed his big cock into her from the rear, giving her snatch one of the hottest fucks of her life. I could tell Roy was getting closer and closer to blasting.
"Oh, Millie... shit... goddam,... oh, baby!" I started moaning as she drove her tongue rapidly in and out of my quivering hole. The more I gasped, the more wonderful things her mouth and tongue did to me. I felt like I was going to explode any second. I glanced up and saw Roy giving me his special sexy smile as he screwed faster and harder into Millie's snatch from behind. He held her hips firmly in his grip as he drove backward and forward. I could hear the fucking, sloshing sounds of his huge organ as it slammed in and out of her juicy love nest. He gave me a little signal with his eyes and mouth, indicating that he was getting ready to blow his wad into that boiling cunt of Millie's. I nodded to him, because at that moment I was going into my own orgasm.
"Oh! Oh! Mi-Millie! UUUUNNNNGGHHP I screamed as my cunt squeezed suddenly around her tongue and started convulsing, my whole body trembling wildly beneath her. She wrapped her arms around my buttocks and held me tight as I spasmed against her face.
"Oh, shit!" Roy cried, and his body jerked stiffly behind Millie's ass as he unloaded his hot juices inside her pussy.
Then Millie went wild as she fell into her climax. She sputtered and groaned into my cunt, her tongue twitching insanely over my clitoris. Finally, the three of us fell to the mattress, exhausted after that wild little scene. Then I fell asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, Roy was lying next to me, asleep. I looked at his handsome body and beautiful cock for several minutes, then slid my lips very gently down over his erection.
I started sucking him slowly. He started breathing faster and faster in his sleep, his big cock making a big jerk every time I slid down the hard shaft. Finally, with a sudden stiffening of his body, Roy shot off deliciously in my mouth. Sleepily, he opened his eyes and saw my mouth around his hard organ. When his cock stopped spasming and shooting, he pulled me up to him and drove his tongue deep into my mouth, offering me big wads of his spit to mix with his wonderful come. I moaned and swallowed everything he offered me, wishing there was some way I could have even more of him all to myself.
Later that week, I walked down to the beach, looking for Roy. Finally, I caught sight of him with a beautiful brunette. They were walking toward a parking lot. They got into a car and left. I suddenly felt really depressed. I headed back to the pad. When I got to the house, there were three guys there, sitting around drinking beer. As I walked past them, one of them reached out a hand and patted me on the crotch. I didn't say anything, I just walked on to my room.
After a while, there was a knock on my door. "Who is it?" I said.
"Al," came the voice. Al was a tall lanky guy in his early twenties. He opened the door and smiled at me. "How about a beer?" he said.
"Sure, why not," I replied. I was thinking about lucking the whole goddam houseful, just to prove to myself that I could get along without Roy.
"Do you know Lee?" Al said, motioning to another boy who followed him into the room.
"No. Hi, Lee." I smiled. Al and Lee sat down at the foot of my mattress. Al handed me a can of beer. Then a third guy peeked into the room. It was Hank, a cute husky blond kid of about twenty. "Hi, Hank. C'mon in," I smiled.
Needless to say, things started happening. I found myself getting hot with the desire to suck every one of those guys. I finally suggested that we should take off some of our clothes, because it was so warm. Before long, all four of us were naked. And the three guys were more than a bit warm. They were hot.
Hank sat down on the edge of the mattress, next to my head. I could see his dick jerking, begging me to suck it into my mouth. I couldn't resist it any longer. I turned on my side and lowered my mouth over Hank's erection.
"Yeah, baby... now we're cooking!" Al grinned when he saw me start sucking on Hank's prick. I glanced at him and saw his cock. It was a whopper, every bit as big as my brother's. And it was hard and shiny, waiting for the 'baby-sister special.' Then I glanced at Lee. His dick was sticking out straight in front of him. It wasn't as long as Al's or Hank's, but it was thick and heavy looking, with big balls hanging under it.
While I sucked on Hank's lovely fucker, Al eased up against me. He lay down on the mattress in back of me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and squeezed my tits with his big sweaty hands. I felt his cock sliding into the crack of my ass. It felt all greasy. I reached back, grabbed it, and gave it a hard squeeze. Then I guided it to my asshole. I knew how to get fucked in the ass, because Roy had fucked me that way a few times. He showed me how to relax my asshole so it wouldn't hurt too much when it first goes in.
"Ohhh! Al, darling," I moaned as the head of his cock pressed against my quivering sphincter and began pushing slowly into my anus. Little by little it went in. I could feel the big head of Al's shaft sliding deeper and deeper up into my rectum, until I was filled to capacity. "Oooohhhh... Al... fu-fuck... me... baby," I whimpered as he held my hips firmly in his hands and drove every inch of his whammer up into my asshole.
Al pulled me over on top of him. He was lying on his back on the mattress, and I was lying face up on top of his outstretched body. Hank squatted quickly down over my face and pressed his asshole down over my moist lips. I darted my tongue in. Then I felt Lee ease between my legs and press his thick cock into my oozing cunt. I am going to get the three-way treatment, at last, I thought to my= self.
Al started pumping his hips up and down below me, driving his long shiny shaft in and out of my asshole in long smooth strokes. At the same time, Lee began hunching up and down, screwing and slamming his swollen club into my cunt mercilessly, like a little savage. And Hank gyrated his hot little asshole all over my face until I was gasping and groaning in a fever of sexual passion. I drove my tongue up into his anus, then left his asshole and pulled his cock down and sucked it into my mouth. He started bucking up and down gently, fucking his dick in and out of my mouth, his balls slapping my face.
I grunted like a little pig as Al and Lee fucked into my hot guts, Al plowing his big cock faster and harder up into my rectum, and Lee stretching my sputtering cunt with that thick club of his. My guts were churning and boiling and erupting with incredible sensations, and my mouth was drooling and foaming and sucking as Lee drove his prick deep into my throat with every thrust of his hips.
"Oh, shit!" I heard Al cry underneath me, his arms tightening around me. I felt his cock swelling inside my asshole as he pumped in and out of me. "Oh, mother-fucking shit!" he cried out. I felt his cock kicking inside of my rectum, flooding my asshole with hot juices.
Here I come, baby!" Hank gasped immediately afterwards, as his cock spurting off inside my mouth. I felt big hot splashes of his come on my tongue. "Oh, Christ!" he muttered, his entire body shivering violently.
Then it was Lee's turn. "Hey... everybody! Here I go!" he cried, pumping his pelvis rapidly between my thighs and driving his cock like a jack-hammer in and out of my convulsing cunt.
"Ah! Ah! Oohhhhhh!" I cried at last as Lee's cock convulsed violently inside my vagina. I was coming. "Fuck me... you bastard!" I cried savagely, writhing and twisting and going wild. Al held me tightly in his grasp and Hank sat over my face as I went into my incredible climax. "God!" I screamed, my body jerking and shaking and shuddering. I could feel every muscle of my cunt gripping and squeezing Lee's thick cock as he slammed it deep into me, fast and hard. And I could feel the temperature of my vagina rise as he flooded my love hole with big heavy blasts of thick cream.
Finally, it was over. The three boys pulled themselves up off the floor and left the room. I fell asleep on the mattress.
I don't know why, but I got depressed as hell during the next two weeks. Finally, Roy threatened to leave me, and run off to Frisco with the broad I saw him with at the beach that time, the brunette. I went wild, crazy. Someone hit me, or something. Anyway, when I woke up, I was in the hospital.
* * *
The subject's hospitalization fortunately came none too soon. Ann has made rapid progress in her psychoanalytic therapy and is now an outpatient. She is working as a waitress in Santa Monica. Her brother, Roy, has found a job in San Francisco. Ann is not compulsively driven by thoughts of her brother. She has established a close relationship with a young artist in the Santa Monica area. Not surprisingly, her boyfriend looks very much like her brother, Roy. Apparently, she has finally made the necessary compromise, and found a way to achieve her aims in a socially acceptable manner.
CONCLUSION
Having taken an intimate look at five cases of oralism as it occurs among individuals from the lower income levels of our society, can one form any opinions, ideas, or rationales regarding the occurrence of oral urges and its relatedness to the limiting conditions of background and environment?
Perhaps one can, if a few important aspects in the growth and psychosexual development of the individuals in the preceding histories are pinpointed, aspects that seem to have a direct bearing on their sexual behavior patterns and sexual attitudes. In this way, perhaps some basic conclusions regarding the formation of those patterns and attitudes can be reached.
In the case of Tom and Frank, the two young Negro males who moved from their Kansas City background to the big metropolitan area of New York City, there are several factors that bear upon their inclinations to indulge in oral sexual activities. First of all, they grew up on a small farm in a rural area outside of Kansas City, during which time they were able to observe the sexual activities of various animals on and around the farm. Tom revealed that-he and his brother had, on many occasions, observed all manner of oral activities among animals, from simple nudging with noses to actual mouth-genital contacts in the form of licking and nuzzling. Thus, their first knowledge of oralism in sex came from their youthful observations of oral activities as it occurred in nature among animals. This "naturalistic" experience was to lay the foundation for their later adolescent oral experimentation. Tom, of course, was greatly influenced by his older brother's sexual behavior, and so one must admit the importance of sibling influence. The exhibitionism and voyeurism that frequently occurred during their double-dating activities as young teenagers, persisted even after they moved to New York City together and shared an apartment in Harlem. Coming from a poor rural background, living on a small farm, being thus closer to nature than their city counterparts, Tom and Frank were conditioned from a very early age to consider oral activities as something natural rather than unnatural.
What about the case of John, the young man who grew up as an only child of a struggling couple who lived in rather isolated conditions in West Texas? What experiences occurred in his life to set the stage for his later oral compulsions? First of all, as John related, he observed his father performing cunnilingus on his mother, and grew up with the fixation that females are greatly pleasured in this way. By the time he left home and made his way to big-city life, where he strived to make a career for himself as a gardener and landscape artist, John was a prime target for older females lonely wives, middle-aged widows who found it quite easy to seduce him into various sexual trysts with the maids who worked for his wealthy clients. In John's case, one cannot minimize the importance of his childhood observations of his parents' sexual activities in laying the groundwork for his later oral proclivities.
In the above two case histories, there was little evidence of sexual repression in the psychosexual development of the individuals concerned. Instead, the forces involved in the formation of oral urges were more positive than negative. In the following three studies, however, one can see the effect of negative factors on the psychosexual growth and maturation of individuals, negative factors that, in combination with direct experience, seemed to play an important part in forming patterns of oralism.
For example, in the case of Maria, the Mexican-Italian girl who grew up in a very low income environment, one sees the results of prejudicial and erroneous ideas, the lack of adequate affection from parents or parent substitutes, and the influences of an older male cousin, Pepe, who guided Maria into the performance of fellatio upon him and various members of his gang. Maria, hungry for acceptance and affection, was conditioned by her cousin at an early age to believe that the way to win a man's love and affection, and thus develop a relationship which would lead ultimately to marriage, was by pleasuring him with her mouth. It wasn't until she was in her early twenties that she came to realize that her sexual prowess and expertise, and her sexual aggressiveness, was more of a hindrance to her goal of marriage than a help. Thus, one can see the conflict that arises among the less educated and lower income groups in regards to sexual mores, for as a number of researchers and sociologists have pointed out, sexual codes are generally based on repressive religious doctrines, and erroneous concepts handed down from generation to generation within the low-income groups.
What, then, are some of the basic conclusions that may be set down regarding oralism among the poor?
First, the biological genesis of oralism, as it occurs not only in man but in many lower animals as well, must be understood. Second, the observations of parental sexual patterns that a young child must inevitably experience under crowded living conditions must be taken into consideration. Third, the gang influences, which seem to occur much more frequently among low-income groups than they do among the higher income groups, must likewise be considered. Fourth, the importance of sibling influence in the initiation and continuation of oral activities must be recognized. This kind of sibling influence, as one would naturally expect, is more frequent and more direct under the crowded living conditions of the poorer classes.
Finally, the importance of repression in the psychosexual development of any individual, whether from the lower classes, middle classes, or upper classes, must be understood. If a child is conditioned to feel guilt about a certain kind of sexual expression, be it oralism, masturbation, normal sexual intercourse, or homosexual involvement, that repressed need or feeling may find expression later on in his adult life.
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