At the time I didn't understand it, for I had no idea coming would be like this. My hips bucked into the air. I desperately ground my cunt into his face and clamped my thighs against his neck. And I yelled. God, did I yell! I just went out of control and flopped around like somebody gone mad. I couldn't believe it.
The way it felt was beyond words. Nothing in the world was like this first time, this first total release of my body, unless it was the other beautiful times with Joey. I loved it, though, loved the feeling of giving way completely.
It was a long time before I quieted down. I shook and quaked and sighed. Again and again the sensations came over me like waves... sometimes I thought it was over just as a little twitch would start me trembling again. Little by little, though, the pulsations diminished and my heart stopped thumping loudly.
I looked at Joey and saw his face was wet from my juices. His beard seemed frosted. A smile broke on his face, a smile of tenderness I'll never forget. He'd loved making it happen for me. I could tell from the way he looked at me just then. And I told him it had never happened before, that he was the first one ever to make me come. Maybe I shouldn't have told him.
He didn't seem surprised, though. What he did next and what he had me do was something I'd always thought of with fear and dread. I'd heard there were girls who did it, took guys' cocks in their mouths and sucked until they came. I didn't think I was capable of such a thing until that moment when Joey brought his cock closer and closer to my face.
I knew he wanted it. I owed it to him, of course, but that's not what made me do it. Suddenly, I wanted to. I wanted to bring him the kind of pleasure he'd brought me, knowing full well that I'd enjoy it, too.
I touched his rigid tool hesitantly at first, taking it between my thumb and forefinger and moving the loose skin up and down. I watched him smile contentedly and get down on his knees in front of me. I used just my hands for a few moments before finally bending forward and taking the head of it gently into my mouth.
I explored the surface with my tongue before trying to take it in further. I wasn't very sure of myself, but I sensed that if you do something slowly and gently, the other person will enjoy it more. After all, this was what Joey had done to me.
As I held it in my mouth, I realized I was doing this not just for Joey's pleasure, but for my own. It gave me a greater feeling of intimacy with him and this, too, was something I craved. I withdrew the firm hold of my lips, then simply kissed it here and there, searching for its most sensitive spot until Joey's moans let me know that I'd found it.
Again I took it into my mouth, this time more deeply. I couldn't get it all in; there was too much of it for that. I shoved it back toward my throat, though, until my breath was almost cut off. Then I bobbed my head up and down, sucking ever so gently in a rhythm I was sure he'd like. And as I sucked, I swirled my tongue around the tender ridge.
We stopped once, so Joey could get up on the couch and lie back passively with me mounted over him. This enabled me to take even more of his cock in, sucking with swifter, more furious strokes. I must have done what he wanted. He didn't tell me what to do or what he liked, he just purred and groaned happily.
I sucked and sucked, taking it in more deeply each time. I was in a kind of trance as I kept up the steady, sensuous rhythm. When I opened my eyes briefly, everything in my range of vision was slightly blurred and indefinite. I felt dizzy, but I continued tirelessly, up and down, giving Joey the thrills he wanted.
I wondered if the end would be as violent for him as it had been for me. Surely this was different from other kinds of sex. Incredibly better. I scarcely knew the end was coming.
Joey's cock suddenly got bigger and harder. I don't know if that happens in fucking or not. If it does, a girl can't feel it. But now I could feel it. I could scarcely keep his prick in my mouth.
Then there was a jolt of his hips, plunging his cock way back into my mouth for an instant, nearly choking me. I hung on, and a minute later I got my reward. I could feel the surging of his cock as he pumped out his stuff-all warm and salty-into my mouth.
This was the moment I'd been scared of. Would I be able to swallow it? I didn't right away, because I couldn't swallow with his cock in my mouth. I kept on sucking until I was sure I had every bit of it. Joey collapsed on top of me, totally spent. Then I withdrew my mouth and let the strange tasting liquid go down my throat.
We clung to each other happily for a long time, all sticky and smelly and feeling so close to each other. Maybe we could have aroused each other again, I don't know. But we were both exhausted because it had been so tremendous. I wondered if it was really unique for Joey, too. He never said so, one way or the other.
It was only then, after we'd done it, that I decided I loved Joey. I know you don't have to love somebody to feel strong sexual desires. It happens all the time. But Joey was somebody special for the short time he was a part of my life.
Why did I make such a big deal out of it? Maybe I'm just overemotional. God knows, I'm not deprived of love or material things or other things people want. But you can lead what seems like a normal middle class life and still get screwed up somehow. Or fall apart when something happens. I knew all along that there was a chance Joey d leave me. Girls get ditched by guys all the time. I'd have a few little heartbreaks myself, though I never cared for anybody the way I cared for Joey.
Anyway, I wasn't prepared for what happened. How could I have been?
Once we knew we were sexually compatible, we took time to get to know each other. Maybe that's the reverse of the way things used to be, but what's the use of getting involved with someone if you can't really make it together. Before Joey, I didn't know how important that was. I thought it was just something that matters a lot to guys, not to girls. I had no idea how fantastic sex could be.
For Joey and me, though, sex wasn't the usual kind. Not that we didn't try it that way. Once we managed to go camping together for a whole weekend, having told our parents that a whole crowd was going with chaperons and all. Joey had a tent and a double sleeping bag, but it was on one of our hikes deep into the woods that we stopped to make love.
We were far from where there could have been any other campers. There wasn't the slightest chance of discovery, so we took off our clothes and romped in the moss under the tall trees. Naturally we ended up in each other's arms, and eventually, in a sixty-nine position.
As he lapped at my wide-open cunt, I drove my mouth up and down over his cock. I'd learned to do it well by now, using my hand to take care of what I couldn't get into my mouth. This time, like many times before, we went about it leisurely. Either of us could have come in a few seconds, but we drew it out to last and last for an ecstatically long time. I pumped his cock with slow, deliberate strokes, and each time I heard his breath begin to quicken, I eased the pace. He did the same with me-that is, when he'd given my clitoris so much attention I was on the very brink of exploding into spasms, he'd not only slow down but move his tongue somewhere else. What divine torture!
We went on this way under the trees. At last, Joey looked up at me and said,
"I'd like to put it in. Know what I mean?"
"Okay," I said.
Funny, the thought scarcely ever crossed my mind. The thought of fucking, that is. We had our own thing, Joey and me, and that was it. I was almost afraid to try something else for fear it wouldn't work and would alienate us somehow. That's how I felt then. Scared. But I didn't want to disappoint him. I'd have never disappointed Joey for anything.
My fear vanished, though, as I looked at Joey's deep, piercing eyes, then his ripe, virile body. I wanted to take his cock inside me, not so much out of lust as out of a desire to be close to him in a new way.
I lay still and let him position my legs to best advantage. Then he bore down on me. There was something awkward about it. It occurred to me that he was less experienced at this. I put my arms around him reassuringly, then raised my legs over him, entwining them around his ass. My cunt was very wet, but it took a moment or so for him to drive his huge tool in it. I'm not sure why. It was as though he had trouble finding at what angle to push. There was a moment of awkwardness.
At last we were linked together, the way I'd been with other guys before. Only Joey didn't start to hump me frantically. He stayed perfectly still with his cock deep inside me. Then he began stroking very gently. It was odd, though, big as his cock was, I scarcely felt anything.
I tried to meet his slow thrusts by lifting my pelvis upward in rhythm with his motions. I found myself trying to grind my clitoris against him, trying to derive some sensation I just wasn't getting.
"I felt close to him, though, I remember that. There was something lovely about this, but really, something was missing physically. I wasn't turned off or disgusted, but I wasn't terribly hot the way I usually was with Joey. I'd been spoiled by the treatment he'd given me.
Maybe he'd been spoiled, too. Instants later, he kissed me and crawled off.
It was nice, wasn't it?" he asked.
Yes," I said. 'Beautiful."
So he hadn't intended to finish it, that was all. It was just an experiment. I was infinitely relieved. But I noticed that his prick wasn't hard and erect anymore. It had gone soft. I pretended not to see it, though, as he resumed the familiar position between my raised thighs.
I'd never wanted his tongue more than at that moment. I had to know that the old magic was still there between us, that this hadn't spoiled it for us forever.
The first touch of his tongue, though, was enough to bring me back to where I'd been before. I trembled as I felt the rough wetness of its meeting my clit. Gently, he licked at the tender, quivering flesh. I loved it. This was what I wanted, this and nothing else.
I shook frantically as he swept his tongue downward to my gaping hole and back up again to where my clit was bulging and quivering. I spread my legs wide and let my clit really stick out so he could get at it. Briefly, he sucked at it, the same way I sucked his cock, but it couldn't stand much of that. It had to be treated so very gently.
This was it, the thing that drew us together, the craving for what our hot mouths could do. Way back somewhere in my mind it seemed wrong to want it so desperately when we couldn't make it like you're supposed to be able to make it. I was hooked on this and so was Joey. At least we'd found each other and both of us understood. No one else need ever know, I thought."
In a society such as ours which demands on every level an ever increasing degree of uniformity, the individual is left with fewer and fewer means of free and natural expression. This trend is apparent in all sectors of the society-be it "hip" or "swinger" or downright "up-tight." From the cradle to the grave, we are taught to get along and get ahead; in short, to conform.
For the most part, our culture is city-based, highly sophisticated and rigid in its control over the individual. We are taught that we must justify our existence through the Puritan ethic of "work and save," in which one views his contemporaries more often as competitors, rather than brothers and sisters. We are taught to fit into the industrial machine long before we learn (if we ever do learn) the nature and implications of this technological age.
Psychologists have pointed out yet another factor concurrent with our system of values and economic priorities: overpopulation, a result, rather than a cause of the problem. Therefore, when we are speaking of the "modern life" we are really talking about machines and men, and a generation pressurized to a degree unknown in any previous epoch. We are talking about men who behave like machines.
In numerous experiments where rats are placed in overcrowded circumstances, the results have been significant, though somewhat predictable. The rats attempted to overcome their overcrowded situation by intensifying their pursuit of pleasure, what the analysts call "stimulation." One direction in which the rats sought to achieve this stimulation came in the form of violence, ritualized to an uncanny degree. They formed gangs or packs and roamed the rat compound in search of victims to destroy.
However, an even more deviant form of rat behavior was observed in their excessive sex play. Groups of male rats sometimes would "gang-bang" unprotected females. Thus the cycle of overpopulation and stimulation spirals dangerously upward, destroying in its wake the delicate balance determined through patterns of natural selection and the normal mating behavior of rat society.
The parallels existing between rat society and our own are, unfortunately, all too evident. However, it is important to regard the above example more as a parable than an actual cause-effect relationship. Man's violent nature as well as his sexual mores are far too complex to be explained merely in terms of overcrowding. Paul Ehrlich points this out clearly in his book, The Population Bomb:
... The year-round sexuality of the human female, the long period of infant dependence on the female, the evolution of the family group, all are at the roots of our present problem. They are essential ingredients in the vast social phenomenon that we call sex. Sex is not simply an act leading to the production of off-spring. It is a varied and complex cultural phenomenon penetrating into all aspects of our lives-one involving our self-esteem, our choice of friends, cars, and leaders. It is tightly interwoven with our mythologies and history. Sex in man is necessary for the production of young, but it also evolved to ensure their successful rearing. Facet number two of our bind-our urge to reproduce is hopelessly entwined with most of our other urges.
There probably has never been a generation in history which has been confronted with so many complex problems, all demanding immediate attention. It is, therefore, not surprising that this group of young people should attempt to find release in the only ways open to them.
In recent years, these forms of release have taken on the somewhat overused term "revolution." There is the so-called political revolution, the drug revolution, and, of course, the sexual revolution. What does it all mean?
Perhaps the widest implications of these revolutions (or, perhaps, the revolution) are simply that the old ways of doing things have led to stagnation and deterioration. There is a definite need felt by most sensitive, young people to feel in touch with natural or real life forces. In an age that would even consider plastic tree-lined streets, it is not surprising that many people seek real and natural human contacts, and that they run from the artificial existence created by the men and machines of the past, as though it were a plague.
Whether or not the sexual movement is really an answer to the problem depends upon your own personal, lay or professional outlook. The fact remains, however, that in our cultural jigsaw puzzle, sex and drugs provide the individual with some kind of extranormal sensation, a feeling of strangeness which transcends the artificial forms of entertainment so well organized within the Puritan background. As Dr. Ehrlich pointed out, the sexual urge is interwoven with many other urges, and one of those, no doubt, is to break with the past, and, for the younger generation, to break with the old taboos.
So, the name of the game is stimulation, and the justification (or condemnation if you prefer) is "revolution." And, in that revolution we have unisex, group or communal sex, sensitivity and massage, swinger parties, etc. The common denominator running through the entire new wave of sexual freedom is oral sex-the taboo that practically everyone violates at one time or another.
Not to be dated and carted off to the old swingers' home, the over-thirty group are apt to justifiably complain that oral sex is nothing new, neither is it indigenous to today's youth, America, Western society, or even human beings. In fact, a large segment of the animal kingdom, though unoral in the human sense, are quite oral in the sexual sense. From panthers to puppy dogs, one of the best ways to get to know the opposite sex is still via mouth-genital contact. Even bugs do it.
One individual who made his life work the study and collection of sexual information was Dr. Alfred Kinsey. Predictably, Kinsey devoted sufficient attention to the topic of oral sex, which he, rather graphically, calls "mouth-genital contact." In his Sexual Behavior in the Human Female are some of his findings; first, with regard to mammalian origins of the aforementioned practice:
Among most species of mammals there is, in actuality, a great deal of sex play which never leads to coitus. 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. They may nip, bite, scratch, groom, pull at the fur of the other animal, pull out fur, urinate, and repeatedly mount without, however, making any serious attempt to effect genital union. Such activity may continue, for a matter of minutes, or hours, or even in some cases for days before there is any attempt at coitus. The student of mammalian behavior, interested in observing coitus in his animal stocks, sometimes may have to wait through hours and days of sex play before he has an opportunity to observe actual coitus, if, indeed, the animals do not finally separate without ever attempting a genital union.
Kinsey observed that there are few petting techniques in human sexual behavior which are not widespread among the other mammals.
Moreover, and more importantly, Kinsey's works point to the obvious conclusion that oral sex, rather than a "perversion" (as it is sometimes called) is one of the few things one can rely upon as being "organic," i.e., natural behavior. In other words, if you are going to have sex, you are going to have sex; and oral sex is sex.
It is important to place the concept of perversion in its proper perspective. Perversion, as Kinsey observes, is a result of man's ideas about sex, and have nothing whatever to do with the biological fact itself:
The wide distribution of non-coital sex play among all of the mammalian species on which there are sufficient data is evidence of the ancient origins of the anatomic and physiologic basis of such behavior some millions of years ago in the ancestral stocks of the class Mammalia. Indeed, some of the basic capacities on which petting behavior depends must have originated hundreds of millions of years ago among the ancient vertebrate stocks which gave rise to the mammalia; for sensory satisfactions obtained from the crowding together of animal bodies, from tongue-to-tongue contacts, and from mouth contacts with other parts of the partner's body, are also evident in the behavior of some of the other vertebrates, including the lizards, still other reptiles, and the birds. In a biologic sense, petting is a normal or natural sort of behavior, and not the intellectually contrived perversion which it has sometimes been considered. In a biologic sense, the real perversion is the inhibition and suppression of such activities on the supposition that they represent "acts contrary to nature."
So, we see that oral sex is not only an over-thirty preoccupation, it is an over thirty-million-year-old tradition; nor is it merely human and/or monkey business. Indeed, the snake may have tempted Eve with somewhat more than an apple if Kinsey's analysis of reptilian sexual behavior is correct.
Strange as it may seem to most adults, sexual instruction is hardly necessary when children call upon racial memory and genetic programming, rather than the feeble recollections and distinctly guilt-ridden conditioning of their elders.
Nevertheless, in spite of the overwhelming evidence brought forth by most medical and psychological authorities, the sexual laws-still active in all fifty states-indicate that the official ideal is far removed from actual sexual practices. And, judging by the rise of oral sex among the young, that gap is likely to increase tremendously as time goes on. That is, it will increase unless the professional moralists in society realize the danger inherent in the process of making a rather large portion of the population criminal merely because they yield to ancient animal urges.
Serious revolutionaries might very well applaud the stupidity of the establishment they wish to change over. Whenever a man's lips or mouth touches the sexual parts of a woman, there is a small voice in that man's head telling him that he is breaking the law; and a man, who knowingly -even joyously-breaks the law, is a potential revolutionary.
Until now, our discussion has focussed primarily on the sociological and biological implications surrounding the practice of oral sex. And, incidentally, we are using the wider term "oral" rather than the two descriptive terms of fellatio and cunnilingus. By oral we mean the use of the mouth during sex. Only when fellatio and/or cunnilingus is used instead of, or in preference to conventional copulation will the specific terms be used. Otherwise it is safe to assume that men and women are poly-perverse and perform cunnilingus, which, one might rightly presume, includes talking, eating, biting, blowing, humming as part of their sexual entertainment-compare the movie Tom Jones.
The question of why humans behave this way leads us into the psychological realm. We do not mean to imply, however, that which is necessarily distorted or deviant. For the sensual majority, oral sex is the ultimate source of gratification or fulfillment. Therefore, using this technique is not a problem; in most instances, it is a normal adjunct to sex play.
In one of the most important studies made of the subject of sexual technique, Ideal Marriage, Theo-door H. Van De Velde refers to oral sex as the "genital kiss," in order to bypass other terms which, to him, imply distorted behavior. The author goes on to relate the psychological and physiological significance of the genital kiss as follows:
This type of stimulation has many advantages. First of all the lack of local secretion ceases to be a drawback, and even becomes an advantage. Secondly, the acuteness of the pleasure it excites and the variety of tactile sensation it provides, will ensure that the previous deficiency is made good; i.e., that sexual excitement and desire reach such a point that-either by these means alone or aided by other endearments-distillation takes place, heralding psychic and bodily readiness for a sexual communion, successful and satisfactory to both partners.
The genital kiss is particularly calculated to overcome frigidity and fear in hitherto inexperienced women who have had no erotic practice, and are as yet hardly capable of specific sexual desire.
Van De Velde goes on to point out the psychological benefits attained by the active partner as follows:
For the active partner, the pleasures of the genital kiss are wholly psychic. They center round the joy of giving joy to and rousing desire in the beloved, and the imaginative realization of this pleasure and desire. (Of course, this psychic pleasure may be intense, and transmit itself to the periphery, in the form of increased tumescence.) The feelings of the passive partner, on the other hand, however strong their emotional undertones, are predominantly peripheral, i.e., physical.
Finally, there is one more area worthy of consideration in this general discussion of oral sex: its use in the avoidance of pregnancy and venereal disease.
Although the "pill" and other types of contraceptives are readily available today for persons of all ages, there are a number of young women who, for physical or perhaps psychosomatic reasons, are reluctant to use them. For these women and their partners the genital kiss has become the surest oral contraceptive available-and certainly the most traditional.
However, the use of oral sex to avoid venereal disease is not quite so certain. There have been many cases of V.D. reported among homosexuals, and some doctors declare a high danger of infection in heterosexual oral contact.
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Chapter One. The Age Of Aquarii
"Well, I'm not sure that 'oral generation' would be the most apt sobriquet in the sense that the 'silent generation' was in the fifties. Myself, I'd use something parallel-and it might have psychological significance-like the 'vocal generation." Now, maybe there is some Freudian or Jungian or Reichian or Horneyesque connection to be made between vocal nonconformity and the increased acceptance of, and indulgence in, oral gratification. But I tend to think of any modern sexual behavior and. practices as simply part of an overall socio-political enlightenment that is taking place, part of the general revolution or evolution that is carrying us into the age of Aquarius.
"As far as sexual things go, as you've pointed out, I do have a couple hang-ups in that area. Nothing serious, I like to think. But if I get off the track or embroider things, you'll just have to realize that I'm an Aquarius, and, according to my girl friend all Aquarians are interested in just about everything. They're also supposed to be ahead of their time, but I don't know about that. I just got interested in astrology myself.
"Take this groovy chick I ran into a couple weeks ago, I was in this bar, see, on Santa Monica Boulevard-or was it Wilshire?-and this kind of dingy broad skates up to me at the bar and says, "I'm celebrating my birthday. My name's Gail, and I'm twenty-one years old today."
"She was a bit soused, and she kept looking at me with these gorgeous brown and gray eyes flecked with gold, and they kept wandering and going out of focus. All I did was say that was nice and happy birthday. I glanced over at her friends, or at least the group she'd been with, to see if any guy had his eye on her. You can kind of tell if some guy is keeping a really close eye on a chick, and if he seems to be the possessive type or the aggressive type, I make it a rule to leave the chick alone because I don't need that kind of hassle, you know.
"When it seemed that no one was gonna be aggressive, I mean when it seemed like everyone was friendly, I asked this broad if I could buy her a birthday drink. Like, she was just standing there next to me, her head tilted to one side and her eyes swimming with these gold flecks, and a beautiful, dimpled, shit-eating, radiant smile on her face. So I'm just being sociable and friendly right? Right.
"I'd love a Black Russian," she said, her eyes sparkling into focus for the first time. I noticed that her smile was not really shit-eating, wasn't toothy or garish enough. Tongue-tempting is what it was, tongue-tempting. Yes, I wanted to lick her mouth, especially the corners where the tasty saliva gathers. She had that kind of a turn-on smile.
"How about a blond German?" I quipped, always one to use the light approach with a new chick.
"I knew it, I knew it," she said, jumping up and down with just her shoulders. 'You're an Aquarius!"
"Now, I am familiar enough with astrology to know that I am indeed an Aquarius, with the sign of the water bearer-a cornucopious fountain of joy, I like to think, for any woman who goes to bed with me. But how this kookie girl could figure me for an Aquarius just by the first thing out of my mouth was too much for me.
"How did you figure that out?" I asked.
"She smiled her secret-sharer smile and said,"I'm a Libra," as if that was supposed to explain everything. Her birthday is October 15. She explained that her sign is scales, like the scales of justice. She said how Libras were always supposed to be weighing and balancing things and taking a long time to make up their minds, and all that shit.
"All the time she was rapping me with this astrology crap, I had ample opportunity to do some weighing and judging of my own. She had an interesting, pleasant face, animated, as was the rest of her body when she spoke. Of course, that might have been simply because she was kind of stoned. Her body, her overall form and figure, struck me as being a Renaissance body... no, not so much Renaissance as classic Greek.
"Yeah, that's it. Even her hair-long, lustrous black tresses, was Grecian. Under her rather tight violet sweater, her bosom was full without being bulgy or gross. I remember the sweater being violet because I thought I could detect a faint brownish hue where her nipples were. She wore no bra- that I could tell for sure.
"Another thing I remember was that, although her upper trunk and her hips and thighs were full and firm, she didn't have the narrow, almost wasp-waisted abdomen I usually find so sexy in chicks. Her waist was not petite, but... comfortable was the word that came to mind. I guessed that her belly button must lie nestled vulnerably in a gentle, fleshy furrow in her stomach.
"Her ass. Aaah, now the ass! The ass is a portion of female anatomy of which I consider myself a connoisseur. Her ass was firmly encased in tan jeans that presented a gently rounded, pear-shaped paraboloid of glutei maximi. Mind you, it was not a very pear-shaped ass, like some. It didn't hang down and bobble around when she walked. It had much of the succulent contour of your apple ass, which is my favorite. Your average pear-shaped ass, at least on the mature woman, tends to be a bit too pendulous for my taste.
"Now, the thighs, to my mind, are just about the most important item of a woman's body. And I liked the way Gail's jeans snugged around her thighs. I could see the way the small knolls of inner thigh mounded gently out of her crotch. God! that little item always turns me on. It means that, when I've got my face pressed up against the warm flesh of the girl's crotch, those hot, moist pads of thigh are pressing on my cheeks and ears. And when they start to tighten up and tremble and quiver, it's one of the sure signs that she's on the brink of a nice, deep orgasm. Gail's were my kind of thighs.
"... impossible for a Libra," she was saying. 'Even when I know all the choices thoroughly and have weighed them again and again, I still find it almost impossible to make up my mind." She had a funny, throaty way of pronouncing her r's that intrigued me. She kind of drew them out, like she was feeling them in her throat before they got to her mouth. I wondered what she could do to my dick.
"So, I kept debating as I was looking at you." She went on endlessly. It was near two and the bar was about to close. I wondered if I should buy her another birthday drink and split. '... and I decided that if that nice-looking guy at the bar was an Aquarius I'd just have to overcome my shyness enough-'
"Another Black Russian?" I asked. 'Last call."
"-to ask him straight out if he would please eat my pussy."
"My thoughts froze; the jukebox at that instant cut off, so there was no doubt about what I'd heard.
"Especially if he was an Aquarius." Two couples at the bar were staring at us with jellied expressions on their faces. Their smiles crumbled and they quickly began talking about the fabulous corned-beef sandwiches they'd eaten.
"I'd be delighted," I said, missing only a few beats of our conversation. Then the thought of corned beef prompted me, for some inexplicable reason, to ask Gail if she was Jewish.
"My God, what difference does that make?" The pupils surfaced lazily in her eyes. 'You're not a Nazi, are you?" she purred. 'Nothing wrong with a little kosher crotch, is there?"
"I assured her that kosher crotch was indeed a delicacy that I could rarely refuse if it was offered tastefully and with the right garnish. I also asked her how she had managed to read my mind and if that was a common thing with Libras. Come to think of it, I believe I also told her that, to my knowledge, I had never eaten any Libra pussy, kosher or not.
"Well that seemed to turn her on for some reason. She closed her eyes, her mouth trembled and her knees did an imperceptible jig. 'God," she moaned. 'I've never had an Aquarius suck my pussy. And here it is the age of Aquarius. "When the moon..." 'she sang, and then stopped abruptly. 'My God," she said,"we've got to see what the moon is like tonight." And she grabbed my hand and ran out the door with me.
"There was a slight overcast, or the moon was behind trees or something, because we never did get to see it. We started kissing immediately, deep, wet kisses with lots of tongue. She somehow got her mouth wrapped around my lower lip and scrunched it up and sucked on it till I thought I was gonna have a hickey.
"We unmeshed our mouths and tumbled into my little Austin Healey Sprite. She thought it was cute, and I was thankful for the gearshift which allowed my hand to take side excursions along her thighs and abdomen. Hell, I had four on the floor and a couple extra just about seat level.
"I dig your shifting," she told me.
"My shifting digs you."
"As I had surmised from my visual mapping of her shape, her thighs were indeed full and solidly spongy. At the top of her thighs, where the jeans made a tight vee in her crotch, I could feel the heat and humidity generated by her pussy. Right along the hard seam I felt the pulpy damp of her cunt lips, compressed under the warm denim, absolutely vibrant against my probing fingers.
"Hoo, ga-a-a-ah," she warbled. I pressed my hand more firmly into the arch of her jeans as the spiral volutes of her Ionic thighs quivered against my hand.
"Ha-a-agh, hm-m-mh," I sighed. The bulge in my own pants was becoming quite noticeable, at least to me. Her hand rested lightly on the shaft that lengthened down my pants leg. We lovingly fondled each other's privates for the mile or so we had to go to her pad. God, I can tell you, I hated to shift out of fourth.
"We drove silently, each musing on his own- her own? My thought was mainly how I'd like to mulch my mouth over her cunt: mulch her pubic hair and thick labia with the hot flesh of my mouth and tongue; gently macerate her pubes with drool. I spent a few salutary moments contemplating the prospect of mushing over a kosher Grecian Libra cunt.
"Fascinating. Like the fragrance of a very private nosegay, attar of pussy wafted by my nostrils.
"As we pulled up in front of her apartment building, I adjusted my aching hard on. 'You'll have to tell me all about this horoscope business," I said by way of idle chatter. I had to take a hell of a piss. I stamped my feet and rubbed my hands as though from the night chill, but in reality to keep my bladder from springing a leak. And talking helped.
"When we got inside, I saw with sudden impatience, that she had a roommate who was entertaining three guests. I'm not sure if the impatience was because our hitting the sack would be delayed or because I had to stop and say hello before I could make a dash for the head. One good thing was that there was groovy music playing on the hi-fi and the lights were turned romantically low.
"It turned out I didn't have to worry at all about there being guests. Gail had her own bedroom. When I came out of the bathroom, announced with a flourish of flushing toilet, she motioned me into her room. Alone at last.
"She'd loosened her belt and undone her jeans so they were comfortably loose and flappy around her waist, and she was stretched out on her king-size bed listening to Blood, Sweat and Tears. She wore a very thin tie-dyed shirt, and I noted that over each breast there was a rose-colored star effect. That must've been what made me think she was braless I figured. But, no, she said, she'd just now put it on because it was comfortable. Under the pink roses, her nipples obtruded emphatically.
"I was both glad and sorry that I'd taken my piss. Sorry because I knew the sight of those up-thrusting tits would've sent a tingle through my dick; happy because I also knew that my dick wouldn't be able to take many tingles before it shot all over the place. And it has been my experience that when chicks get eaten they like it to be a long drawn-out process, a little prelude, a little seduction, and lots of the nitty-gritty-lots of tongue and lip action.
"Through the unzipped gap in Gail's jeans I could see a white wedge of sheer, tight panties, and under them a clearly visible line of black, curly pubic hair. That kept the old tingle going in my cock quite enough to keep it from going completely limp. Every once in a while she smiled and gave a lazy undulation of her belly and thighs. That made the old cock twitch.
"Shit!" she exclaimed whenever that happened. And the first time, she added,"I really like to watch that thing jump. It gets my juices going." She undulated again, I twitched, she cooed with delight. We just sat there that way for a couple minutes, looking at each other, getting our juices going.
"Hot cock," she mused once or twice,"I love the feel of hot cock in my mouth."
"I began to feel a bit self-conscious, not because of our genital-centered meditation, but because I was sure her roommate and her friends could hear us in the next room. I mentioned my concern.
"They went outside. Sandy likes to blow guys outdoors at night." Gail was sipping a glass of port wine, and reclining there on her pillow-fluffed king-size bed, she looked like a hot-lipped houri. I felt a charge of exquisite dissoluteness begin to grow in me.
"Gail saw the lust suffuse my face. She slipped her jeans farther down on her hips. 'Sandy says there's just something about the effects of the stars and the moonlight that simply inspires her to extraordinary efforts." She leered. Her hips seemed to undulate, or maybe it was my eyes. It was discombobulating.
"Damn, I'm getting hot," I said. I undid my own belt and trousers, damn near snagging the zipper in the process. I slid my hands flat under the band of my shorts. That seemed to relieve a little of the pressure that was building up in my groin. My rod rose comfortably against the unconstraining cloth of the shorts.
"Leering, somehow virginally, and with a twinkle in her eye that showed she appreciated my situation, Gail began to unbutton her shirt. Slowly she revealed creamy inches of flesh from the waistband of her panties to the collar of her shirt, as if she was pulling aside the slow curtain on a show. When three or four inches of midstage were unveiled, revealing enticing swells of breast and dimple of navel, she turned her attention to her jeans. Slowly, again, she pushed the snug things down to her knees, over her ankles, and stepped out of them. I thought I could detect her nipples peeking around her shirt.
"Then, as she stood there poised in her full, tapering legs, her milk-white flesh centering my attention on the magnetic core of her lushly haired twat, she threw her shoulders back and slowly dropped the shirt to the floor. I whimpered, seized with desire.
"Shit, she may not have had the biggest tits in the world, but she sure knew how to display them. They were high, firm, with rosy, candy-apple tips the size of a silver dollar, where the nipples, nestled warmly in the pink flesh, began to stand up proudly. They rounded into solid flesh that tapered slightly to her trim hips. Her navel, as I somehow knew it would, showed itself just the right size and depth to accommodate an inch of my tongue tip.
"My cock sprang rigid through the fly of my shorts.
"Oooh!" she exclaimed. She stepped quickly to the hi-fi tuner, her eyes glued to my erect joint as she fiddled for a knob. 'We simply have to turn up Joe Cocker." With her Madonna-like visage intact, she leered.
"I'll give you Joe Cocker," I said, flexing my hard on. 'Pretty soon this cocker is going to sing happy birthday to your cunter." I was getting a tight feeling in my chest.
"Grroovy-poo," she chimed. 'But not till after we..."
"No, no," I hastened to say. 'First things first, definitely." I'm not a guy who likes to suck a pussy full of come. 'First it will be I who will sing happy birthday, dear pussy. Aquarius tongue celebrating the coming of age of Libra twat."
"God," she moaned. 'I have never been so turned on by an Aquarius in my life." She turned up the gain on the bass. 'And Aquarii always turn me on." There was a palpable hum in the hair.
"I couldn't stand it anymore. I tore off my shirt and pants, my underwear, my socks. I let my red, raging hard on bounce free. It was all I could do to keep my hands off flesh-hers or mine, I didn't care.
"With a final flick of the bass knob she said,"There are very interesting things that can be done with speakers on hi-fi systems. We'll have to try some of them before the night is over."
"Shit! woman," I bleated. 'Here I am getting light-headed because all the blood is rushing to my cock, and you stand there naked as a jaybird, twiddling dials on your goddamn tuner and talking about frequency response or some goddamn thing!" I felt neglected. 'Let's have a little frequency response in this direction."
"My outburst seemed to trigger a responsive chord in her-or maybe it was one of Joe Cocker's sexy lyrics-and she kind of pirouetted from the hi-fi with her tongue lolling in her half-open mouth.
"Mmmm, God, that's a turn-on, that is." She skipped to the bed and threw herself on it. 'Good shit: Aquarii are better than dope." Her thighs rolled apart and she dug her toes into the shag rug and pulled on the tufts. 'And you, my love, are the turningest-on Aquarius I have ever met."
"Shit, I thought, if astrology turns her on I'll play her silly little game. Only, maybe it wasn't so silly, because I hadn't had such a raging, raw-meat hard on in years. My damn cock stuck out like a fucking telephone pole.
"Gail, naturally, had something to do with the overall effect. Lying there with her firm, rose-tipped breasts heaving and her round, meating thighs framing a well-muscled belly and a cunt cushioned with an impressive mat of fine, black, glistening hair, she was mouth-watering. As I walked slowly toward the bed, I could read the invitation, the yearning, in her eyes.
"I drank in the vision of that mounded belly, those built-to-enfold thighs, the padded hillocks of her hipbones. But my gaze was soon fixed on the lush triangle of curled black hair through which I glimpsed the folded petals of her cunt lips.
"You want the light out?" I asked as I sank to my knees. I was close enough to smell the natural fragrance of her flesh-like a fresh-picked melon in a field of flax. There was a tiny pulse in her groin.
"Oh no. No," she said. She had the softest, loveliest smile on her face I've ever seen. 'I want to watch. I want to see everything." The gold flecks in her eyes sparkled.
"I ran my fingers slowly, softly over her thighs and along her groin until the fingertips just touched the soft edge of the lustrous thatch of hair. Then down the warm, waxen furrows to the firm pillows of her buttocks. I cupped each cushion of flesh in my hands and brought my face slowly toward her muff. The scent was wild, honey and almonds.
"I took a deep breath. Our eyes locked.
"Happy birthday, Gail."
"She smiled radiantly.
"Happy birthday, Libra cunt." I placed my mouth firmly on the succulent petals. Warm. They melted in my mouth, on either side of my tongue.
"The sob she sighed was heavenly music to my ears. It stirred me to concentrated, concerted action; every fiber of my body, every cell of my brain focused on sucking, licking, tonguing, eating cunt like I'd never eaten it before.
"Her hands flew to the back of my head, her thighs trembled, closed firmly over my ears, drowning out all sound but the inner noises of my tongue sloshing and plapping deep in viscid, musky cunt. Every now and again I could feel, more than hear, Gail's moans and sobs racking her body.
"I gripped her buttocks more tightly and felt her torso lift off the bed. I buried my face more deeply in her sopping muff. My nose pressed her clitoris and my chin touched her asshole. I pushed my tongue into her vagina and probed the jellied walls.
"She humped forward, so hard I had to pull my lips over my teeth, and heaved an ecstatic sigh. Her buttocks tightened and trembled, her thighs pitched and flapped on my cheeks. With a cry of joy and release, she came, a rush of juice and honey warming my tongue and lips. Again and again, she bucked and twisted, moaned and sobbed.
"Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh shit!" She babbled and sobbed deliriously. She humped and rocked. Her entire crotch shivered and twitched and turned into a hot, musky swamp. Her labia quivered around my dancing tongue, clamped on it like a soft-shelled oyster, drawing me in. 'Hot fu-u-u-u-uck!" She rasped a final sigh and collapsed."
The operative word in this case is communication. Young people everywhere are striving to communicate with each other and the world around them-even with their parents. It is the lack of communication which creates the so-called generation gap.
Bernard Barber points out in his essay Three Human Females (an analysis of the Kinsey report) that communication actually depends upon much more than sex (the biological factor). Dr. Barber approached the study of human behavior in the following way:
Above all things, in the analysis of human behavior of any kind we must free ourselves of the biologistic fallacy. All human behavior has three inherent and inter-related aspects: the biological, the psychological, and the social. We must seek to discover the relative share of influence that each has on any given kind of human behavior. This relative share will vary for different kinds of behavior, though no aspect will ever be totally unimportant. To see that the psychological and social aspects are significant is not to deny the biological influence. We must, of course, avoid also the psychologistic and sociologistic fallacies. The biological, the psychological and the social aspects of man's behavior interwork from birth, even from conception, onwards. Society alone makes it possible for man to realize his biological nature. Without society, as Hobbs showed so well, there would be only the war of all against all, and there would be no ordered sexual or any other kind of human behavior.
A strong factor in A's case is the emphasis placed upon astrology. The recent interest in this ancient art may be observed in the same three-fold manner described by Barber in his analysis.
First, in the psychological realm: Al regards himself as an Aquarian, uses this information for ego satisfaction. A person born under this sign, he points out, is "ahead of his time," superior, etc. He uses this knowledge as a basis for favorable comparison, for sexual confidence, and so on. Also, to a lesser degree, he attempts to really understand himself through astrology.
Second, let us take a look at the sociologic factor. The astrological "rap" is a significant "icebreaker" for both sexes. It is for the male a refinement of the worn-out gambit of "come up and see my etchings." The Aquarian Casanova says, "Let me do your chart." For the female, astrological knowledge is an updating of the old "dropping the handkerchief" ploy-somehow not suitable to the demands of our instant-sex culture. If the girl is really good, as Gail appears to be in this case, she can actually "guess the sign," worth a few extra points on the social stock market.
The third factor is the biological aspect. It is here that the unconscious desires for communication are most apparent. It is not simply sexual attraction that prompts both partners, but, specifically, the need for mouth-genital contact. Previously, it was thought by experts (such as Van De Velde, previously cited) that the active partner enjoyed no physical pleasures during oral sex, but rather enjoyed the psychological satisfaction of pleasing the other person. However, Kinsey points out that this is not necessarily the case; in fact a good deal of physical satisfaction is attained by the active participant. Here is what Kinsey says:
The lips, tongue, and whole interior of the mouth constitute or could constitute for most individuals an erogenous area of nearly as great significance as the genitalia. Erotic arousal always involves the entire nervous system, and there appears to be some oral response whenever there is a sexual arousal. Most uninhibited individuals become quite conscious of their oral responses, particularly if they accepted deep kissing, mouth-breast contacts, or mouth-genital contacts as part of their sexual play.
It is significant that both parties in this case showed a considerable degree of sexual adjustment, and the desire to give as much satisfaction to the other as they wished to receive for themselves.
"Well, after a great come like that- I mean, after bringing someone so much pleasure-I was perfectly content to sit around for a few minutes and bathe in the vicarious glow of somebody else's satisfaction. Gail stretched like a cat and smiled and purred while the sheen of perspiration dried on her breasts and thighs. She rubbed her hands over her belly, over her limbs and pubic mound, enjoying feeling sensuous.
"My God, I came good," she said. 'You have a beautiful, wicked mouth, and my cunt loves it."
"My tongue sort of has a crush on your cunt, too," I said. 'You have a beautiful, voracious twat, and I love ever pubic inch of it."
"Oooh," she shivered deliciously, then grew mock serious. 'But now my tits," she said, surveying the flushed, melon-firm globes,"are jealous." She pouted at me. 'You'll have to kiss them, or they'll never forgive you."
"Well, I can tell you, I was delighted. I mean, this was a delightful chick. Or maybe it was just that, being thirty-one, I was jaded-had forgotten what it was like to be young or even twenty-one and fucking. I thought back to my own callow youth, and, by God, I do remember being flushed and giddy after a good lay-none of this postcoital sadness shit.
"So I panted over to the bed, like a puppy, and lapped at the tangy flesh. There's something about a girl's body after she's had a good orgasm. It seems to me to have a slightly salty, slightly milky savor to it. I ran my tongue over each breast, taking special care to taste along the tiny crease underneath. Gail's breasts were so firm there was hardly any sag to them, and, consequently, more of an indentation rather than a crease. Enough to hold a tasty runnel of sweat.
"I lingered there, sucking, nibbling, until her labored breathing and erect nipples told me she was warming up fast. Then I concentrated my attention on the juicy, firm, raisinlike nipples, erect and just asking to be sucked. First the left one, then the right-I nipped and licked them till they were standing up a good half inch. That's another thing I dig about some chicks-Gail's one of them. They stay at a high level of horniness, even after they've had an orgasm. Maybe I should say especially after they've had an orgasm. They kind of enjoy lying there in a pool of their own juices. And it's nice to work them up to a good plateau of excitement.
"I was succeeding very well at that; my mouth open as far as I could open it to vacuum in her whole left tit, laving the nipple with the tip of my tongue-when what should I hear but a lilting, sonorous voice from the doorway.
"Well, la-de-da-doo-day." It was so unexpected, I got caught so much by surprise, that I didn't even bother to unmouth Gail's tit when I cast my glance toward the door. 'Looks like someone is expecting a famine." Slouching sexily against the doorway was Sandy, back from her outdoor fun and games. 'You don't have to worry about going hungry as long as Gail and I are around."
"Without further ado, Sandy walked into the middle of the room and threw open her trenchcoat, under which she was wearing only a pair of brief black-lace panties. As if that wasn't enough, the real kicker was the gorgeous set of knockers she revealed. They were almost as shapely as Gail's, and about four sizes larger. At first I thought they might've been plastic-you know, injections of silicone, because they didn't seem to swing and sway like normal breasts.
"But the absolute no-end kicker, the non plus ultra, was the great, sticky mass of semen that lay in globs between her tits, globs and ropes. 'You see all this beautiful, rich come?" she beamed. 'All this high-protein jizz?" She was positively radiant and euphoric. 'I hated to let it, so to speak, go to waste, but Jack insisted he had to get his nuts off between my tits." She rubbed the creamy stuff around like lotion on her breasts and nipples. 'But it has a groovy emollient feeling to it. Full of softening vitamin things. I'm sure." She licked her fingers.
"But George and Fred," she continued dreamily. 'George and Fred both dropped fantastic loads right down my throat." She licked her lips reflectively, and her eyes ran over my body, stopping to edify themselves on my erect whang, which by now was so thunderingly excited it never ceased throbbing.
"With her eyes still riveted to my middle, she said,"Gail, I presume, has plans for that yummy-looking morsel. What with the moon being the way it is." Her gaze shifted to Gail's still soggy crotch. 'I see you've been treating her old wazoo right. What with the moon and all. I can tell by the knocked-out, glazed look in her eyes. You must have some technique."
"An even more radiant smile crossed her features. 'Hey," she said. 'Has Gail showed you our groovy speaker with the twelve-pound magnet?" Her eyes lighted up.
"I was going to," Gail said,"but he thought I was talking about only the sound that came out of it. I haven't showed him what a versatile little goody it is." She got up off the bed slowly and switched on a button on the tuner, which turned on a speaker I hadn't noticed before, a huge Altec-Lansing. No speaker enclosure, no nothing almost, except the magnet and the diaphragm, or whatever you call it. But it gave out some fantastic rumbling bass notes. Hell, she put on a record with a lot of tympani in it, and the bass sound was enough to set your teeth rattling.
"You want to be first, Sandy? You look as though you could use a little stimulation." Gail had the speaker in her hand and was making gestures with it. I was having a tough time figuring out what was going on.
"Ooh, wow," Sandy said. 'You've got to see this. This is really a giggle." With a kind of a hop and a jump, she was out of her panties and sitting on the bed, her legs wide apart.
"I saw immediately why she was called Sandy. She wore her hair in a kind of a soft helmet style, close to the head, and it was a burnished, buff-honey color. Her pubic hair, it kind of bunched up naturally in a blondish tussock, not quite so lavishly as Gail's, but where Gail's shone was a jet sheen, Sandy's glinted with a saffron effulgence.
"Not that I have a bias, a preference for sandy hair as opposed to black hair. As a matter of fact, I kind of liked Gail's, maybe because of the tasty firmness of the meat underneath the hair. But there was something fascinating about the play of red and gold in Sandy's crotch.
"The fascinating thing about Gail's body, among other things, was the sexy color scheme of her breasts-what I can only describe in the fanciful phrase of alabaster veined with lapis lazuli. Sandy didn't have that, although there were a few veins along her thighs and abdomen. I don't know why that kind of thing turns me on. Maybe because for me it signifies that the chick is especially sensitive where the veins are near the surface.
"Well, I was digging on all these things, grooving on the differences and comparisons, while all the time I was trying to figure out how the hell that damn speaker was going to fit into the action. Gail had it and was dancing around with it like it was a prop in some modern dance scene. I noticed it was shaped like a flattened horn, about eight inches along the arc and maybe three or four inches thick. I also noted that they had stretched a piece of rubber over the horn.
"I began to get the idea of how the speaker was to be used when Gail teasingly pressed it to her tits and gave a 'Nh-nh-nhhh' squeal about three octaves up from the bass note that the tympani was rumbling out. She pressed the tightly stretched rubber diaphragm-type thing against each nipple and ran it slowly along her inner thighs.
"Okay, Gail," Sandy said,"that's enough of a buildup. I'm hornier than six cows in heat." She shifted her hips around sexily on the edge of the bed. 'Estrus is my middle name." She rubbed at the semen on her breasts. It had dried to a thick flour-and-water consistency.
"The grooviest sensation I ever had," said Gail, untangling the speaker wire so it would reach from the tuner to the bed,"was when I put on a record by Kris Kristofferson. Shit, when he sang "Me and Bobby McGee" it was simply too much."
"Just stop gabbing," Sandy said,"and give me that Altec-Lansing. I'll settle for Beethoven's Ninth." She seized the speaker eagerly and pressed it to her lower abdomen. 'God, the way I feel I'd settle for a harp rendition of "Greensleeves." She pulled her knees up almost against her shoulders and rocked the arc of the speaker over her crotch, giving special attention to her anal area and her clit nestled in the pink vulvae. 'O-o-oh, wahoo!" she groaned. 'Goddamn, this feels so good there's got to be something sinful about it."
"Speaking of sinful," said Gail,"the time I got such a kick out of "Me and Bobby McGee" I was over at Margot and Susannah's and we were all pretty well stoned on high-grade Michoacan. Too bad we don't have a couple joints around." She came over to where I was sitting on a chair at the dressing table and rubbed her silky snatch hair over my shoulder.
"Tell me, Aquarius, you who are the harbinger of this new age, is smoking grass and having Kris Kristofferson singing into your pussy-is that sinful, particularly if you're doing both at the same time?"
"Well, shit, let me tell you I was feeling a little ambivalent. On the one hand there was this sylphlike pink and saffron Sandy getting her pussy all creamy with an Altec-Lansing speaker with a twelve-pound magnet. Now, how the hell would that grab you? On the other hand here was raven-tressed Gail with her ravensdown snatch pressed damn near against my cheek, asking me my philosophy for the 'new age." I mean, I've been in some kinky situations before, but this was one in which all my cool and savoir faire seemed somehow beside the point.
"So I said,"Look, Gail, honey, sweetheart, baby, I, uh, either I'm at this moment beyond good and evil, or I'm not up to it. I dunno which." As if in assent, my stiff cock throbbed vigorously. 'I mean, I've been watching Sandy over there on the bed go all glassy eyed with nothing but an inanimate rubber hummer for intimate company. To tell you the truth, my taste buds are eager to try a little of that pussy over there. You might say they're jealous."
"Sandy, over on the bed, though, was not too glassy eyed to catch the gist of what I was saying. She cried out over the crescendos of music,"Holy shit, yes!" Her gaze fixed me in a demented dance.
"Good God, no! Wait." Gail at that precise moment took a firm but, thank heaven, relaxed grip on my aching hard on. 'Your cock reminds me of a funny story."
"Let him go," Sandy yelled. 'I'd even give up Beethoven's Ninth for a real live tongue."
"Not until I tell the funny story his cock reminds me of," returned Gail.
"Lemme go," I groaned. 'My mouth is dying for a taste of that juicy twat!"
"Here, have a tit-just for a minute. You can't hear the story if you've got your ears buried between thighs."
"Gail presented me with a succulent morsel of breast, not, incidentally, obscuring my view of Sandy's palpitating labia. At the same moment, she ran a sensual hand over my scrotum and down to my asshole.
"When I was over at Margot's one time,"-it sounded like the beginning of 'Goldilocks and the Three Bears'-'she told me a story that cracked me up."
"Louder!" I said over the noise of the chorus.
"Margot told me a funny story!" Her hand caressed my balls expertly. 'She was dancing topless in San Francisco a couple years ago-or maybe it was North Beach. Yeah, that was it."
"Shit! Don't play with my cock too much."
"Sandy, I noticed, had three fingers deep in her cunt and was rapidly covering much of her thighs with glistening juices.
"Anyway," Gail continued,"the manager came up to her and asked her if she knew this guy in the front row. See, she'd been talking to him earlier. So she said-'
"Talk louder or turn the goddamn volume down!" I screamed.
"-she said yes, why? And they said, because he's sitting in the front row masturbating-'
"Don't play with my dick!"
"-and she said, Oh, this is too funny-he's my psychiatrist."
"Cunt," I gasped. 'I've got to have cunt!"
"I managed to get free of Gail and scuttle over to where Sandy's inviting thighs and crotch beckoned. Her eyes were searing slits in her face. Hot, hot, hot.
"Gail followed. 'Didn't you think that was a funny story?" she asked a little querulously. 'You're an Aquarius, and every Aquarius I've told that story to thinks it's hilarious."
"Yes, yes," I said, pulling Sandy's fingers from her cooze,"but Beethoven's Ninth has always turned me on something awful. I need cunt!"
"Of course we were stoned when she told me- Margot and I."
"Oh, God, suck my cunt!" Sandy's outburst left no doubt as to her need.
"I wish we had a couple joints. That would-' Gail stopped abruptly. 'Good heavens! What am I thinking? I felt caressing fingertips on my tight scrotum. Inhaling deeply, I ran the broad plane of my tongue lovingly over Sandy's inner thigh, savoring the tart, musky oils.
"How silly of me." Gail's voice came from a distance, far from the shining pink thighs and trembling cunt lips that drew my attention. But her grazing hands and warm breath were exciting and immediate. 'I've got a magnificent joint right here." Her fingers stroked delightfully. I felt a drop of fluid well out of my cock.
"At the same instant, I opened my mouth wide and fastened it gingerly onto Sandy's damp, sinewy inner thigh, I felt an incredibly warm and voluptuous sensation spread from the tip, from the sticky drop on the tip of my penis and envelop, as it seemed, the whole region of my cock and balls. I strained my eyes to one side to see what the hell was happening without loosening my gently suctioning oral grip on Sandy's thigh.
"God, what a marvelous joint," Gail murmured. 'Beats grass any day." She ran her mouth down the entire length again, with one hand rubbing the spittle around on my balls and clear down to my asshole. 'The poor thing. How could I have neglected him for so long?"
"My cunt, my cunt!" hissed Sandy. 'My cunt is feeling terribly neglected." I tore my gaze away from the fantastic mouthwork taking place on my privates.
"Sandy's cunt and asshole, her whole crotch, from clit to base of her backbone, was absolutely pulsating, rhythmically expanding and contracting like a large oyster in saltwater shallows. It seemed to hold a mystic fascination for me. Perhaps because Gail was sucking my cock like a limpet.
"I trailed my tongue in a wet, erratic pattern up Sandy's thigh and stopped at the heated, pulpy flesh of labia major to lick and probe with my tongue. I slid my mouth over the firm inner lips and sucked gently, drawing them into my mouth. With my tongue, I licked and pulled them out of the salty, musky crevices and flicked them around.
"In contrast to Gail's dark, grottolike cunt, Sandy's tasted like-maybe I'm not completely accurate on this-like a pomegranate. Soft, juicy, dappled pink and red flesh. And the erect clit could've been a solid seed. All I know is that those hot lips of her cunt tasted to me like crepes suzette-butter and rum and a hint of wild black raspberries.
"Sandy's hands gripped the back of my head, and, entwining her fingers in my hair, she pushed my face hard into her soggy snatch. Her thighs closed over my cheeks and ears. But not before I heard Gail begin to breathe fast and heavy as she pistoned her firm lips up and down the rigid shaft of my dick. The last thing I heard was: 'A joint like this is a work of art. It should hang in the Louvre."
"No, not hang," Sandy interposed weakly,"be erected."
"On that note of immortality, that intimation of erection, Sandy's firm thighs closed over my ears. Her cunt made a 'squooshing' noise and seemed to wrap itself around at least half my face. I pushed my tongue in until the root hurt, lapping all the tasty curves and bumps I could reach with it.
"Gail was doing a fantastic job on my dick. Her mouth pumped up and down, her lips applied varying pressure, her tongue flapped and swirled along the length of my gorged whang. I felt a gentle pressure on my asshole and damn near blew the whole scene, so to speak, by letting go with a fart. But before I had a chance to embarrass myself, I felt a long, thick finger slide silkily up my anus. Gently, slowly, it entered, and fluttered deep in my fundament.
"Fuck, it felt like my hard on swelled another inch in length and maybe another in girth. I could feel my heart beat from my temples to my balls. Gail was sucking happily, going,"Mram-mmnh mmm-mmnh," in time with my pulse. Her tongue traced intricate patterns along the swollen veins.
"I was inspired to new efforts on Sandy's cunt. I waggled my head slowly from side to side, curling my tongue and digging into all the succulent flesh I could find. Her ass lifted off the edge of the bed, and I pushed one finger a couple inches along the crevice of her ass and into her anus.
"She went just a little apeshit. Her torso humped off the bed and did a corkscrew bit around my finger, in the process sluicing my tongue and mouth around. She went,"Ho-hargh! A-a-a-angh!" and I felt palpitations start up in her belly and travel to her vagina and asshole. Her fingertips dug into my scalp, and her pubes whipped against my mouth with teeth-rattling force.
"Gail had wrapped a couple fingers around the base of my dick and was giving small jerking motions on it. Not enough to spoil the electrifying effect of her mouth and tongue, but just enough to send vibrations right into my prostate and start things churning in my gut.
"I reached down with one hand and took firm hold of her tits, one by one, and gave them a few squeezes. Her muffled groans were music to my ears whenever Sandy spread her thighs in her own uncontrollable contortions. I felt Gail's face, the smooth planes of her cheeks and jaws, and felt them tightening, sucking, pursing straining.
"Sandy shouted. 'Oh, my God-hot damn!" Her ass and hips bucked wildly. 'I'm co-o-om-ing!" And a salt flush covered my lips and chin.
"It felt like a taut wire snapped somewhere in my gut, and a hot gush of semen spurted through my burning cock. Gail gave little squeals of ecstasy while I kneaded her tits. My ass bucked forward again and again, sinking my cock to the depths of her mouth, spewing endless knots of thick, ropy come. Shit, it felt like I was getting all the juice sucked out of me at both ends.
"After frenzied seconds, we all gave a huge sigh and collapsed, mouths still plastered to cock and cunt, fingers still waggling in assholes. I looked at my drained cock, still hard and oozing clear juices. It looked like jerked beef."
It is obvious from Al's reaction that a situation involving the possibilities of group sex seemed beyond his normal range of experience. In fact, he confided that this was actually the first time this had ever occurred, even though he considered himself rather worldly and had numerous affairs before and during his college years.
However, the fact is that more and more young people are experiencing a new sexual awakening that goes beyond anything previously thought probable by such distinguished researchers as Kinsey, Pomeroy, Martin and Gebhard. We are likely to see, judging from the attitudes presented in this case, a complete change in our current concepts of monogamous (one mate for a lifetime) and mono-gynous (one mate at a time).
It is difficult to assess the overall effect this will have upon Al in his future life. One thing is sure, however, and that is the subject's apparent freedom from some of the usual frustrations and anxiety complexes (such as guilt) which have characterized previous generations.
Our analysis would not be complete if we did not add one cautionary note to the discussion of this case. Pure sexual abandonment does have its drawbacks, and can cause serious psychic disturbances later in life. These feelings are echoed in Van De Velde's Ideal Marriage:
Voluptuous pleasure alone, however refined and varied, cannot bring real happiness, without that solace to the soul which humanity desires, and must forever seek.... No person of fine aesthetic insight or emotional nature can think for a moment of winning happiness from sensuality without any psychic element....
Therefore, we must conclude that love without communication (the psychic element) is incomplete, no matter how "liberated" it is thought to be.
Chapter Two. The Girls Of Chancey College
"The orange dress had a marvelous neckline, just low enough to be interesting, yet modest enough to make the interesting part look accidental. On the other hand, the plum outfit was a little more sophisticated. It was impossible to choose between them, so I finally decided to wear my pink print. It would show off my long, black hair best.
"Satisfied, I undressed quickly hoping the bath water hadn't cooled too much. It turned out to be just right. Gratefully I leaned back in the tub, allowing the bubbly water to envelop me to my shoulders. In the privacy of the steamy bathroom, I silently admitted that I felt a little nervous. After all, this would only be my second date since coming to Chancey College, and the first one had been such a disaster.
"It seemed likely that most girls would be nervous about making a good start, the right impression, at a school like Chancey. It was such a great school, so beautiful and intimate. The entire student body was only three hundred, and it was more like being privately tutored than attending classes. Each student had a private room, and it was made clear from the start that Chancey offered nothing in the way of baby-sitting services-a student was treated as another adult, left to do as he pleased as long as no one else was hurt or the order of the institution wasn't disrupted. There were no housemothers or other watchdogs-we were expected to conduct ourselves as civilized ladies and gentlemen. I was absolutely thrilled to be going to such a school, but, as I said before, damned nervous about the kind of impression I was making.
"Maybe I was more self-conscious, because I didn't really belong at a school like Chancey. My being here was a fluke. My grandmother died the year before, and she'd surprised everyone by leaving me enough money for a really good college with all the extras. She had gone to Chancey as a girl, while her parents still had money, and somehow through the hard years she had managed to hang on to enough to make it possible for her only granddaughter to do the same. Her will didn't say the college had to be Chancey, but I decided at once that I'd gladly relive Grandma's happiest days for her. But when I made those plans, I wasn't thinking of how little my life had prepared me for a school like Chancey.
"I was one of those girls who developed late. I was a skinny kid, with too big eyes and spider legs and arms. When the other girls my age were sprouting breasts and hips, I was still flat all over. Then, when I was almost fifteen, I suddenly began to fill out. It happened so fast that I almost felt as if I was looking at myself through one of those speed cameras whenever I looked into a mirror. It was great.
"No one had ever asked me for a date before my sudden change, but I achieved instant popularity afterwards. Maybe other girls would have accepted this changed status easily, but I knew that inside I was still the same girl, and I always felt insecure, and I tried very hard to please, to make up for any deficiencies I might have. Instead of Carole, my name should have been Avis-I tried harder.
"Being popular in my hometown had a lot to do with being an exciting date, and sex was the other word for excitement. There was a fine line drawn between being an exciting date and being a little tramp. Those that fell into the tramp category went out a lot, all right, but they were also something of a joke. The idea was to allow a lot of fooling around, but to keep from actual intercourse. The competition was keen, and most dates turned into wrestling matches at the end. Still, I was so thrilled to be asked out at all I was only too happy to go along with the local games.
"My parents owned a small bookshop in the downtown area of town, and they were pretty busy most of the time. We lived in a nice enough apartment, I guess, and I never really thought about how wealthy people lived except when Grandma would begin to talk about her youth, and how she grew up in a house like the ones in The Gardens. The Gardens are a section of town filled with big estates. It was where the owner of the factories lived, and the doctors, and the owners of the big department stores on First Street. There was a private school over there, and a separate high school, but we never even saw the pampered offspring of those people. They simply didn't exist in our real world. It never occurred to me that going to school at a place like Chancey would be like being plunged into the middle of the protected and manicured hedgework surrounding The Gardens. I doubt if I'd have gone if I'd thought it all out first -here I was, an insecure kid in my own environment, daring to tangle with a whole bunch of kids who lived in a world I knew nothing about.
"Part of the reason I didn't think much about the kind of people I'd run into at Chancey was Ron. I'd begun going out with Ron in my senior year, and from the start Ron was special.
"Until then, I always wondered what it would feel like to fall in love-if I'd know it right away or not. Well, before our first date had ended I knew that I loved Ron, but it wasn't until we'd been going out for nearly a month before I was sure he felt the same. We started going steady just because neither of us was the least bit interested in anyone else.
"Our plan had been to graduate and go to the State college together, until the reading of Grandma's will. Ron was upset when I told him I was going to Chancey instead, but my mind was set. I think deep down that I felt that my life would never be anything other than rather ordinary-I'd marry Ron, we'd have children and enjoy a good life together, but that was all. Like Grandma, I wanted something in the past that I could think back to with joy, something special. Attending a select school like Chancey would be it. Still, I loved Ron, and I didn't want him to be unhappy. So I suggested we go out and celebrate that night.
"We could go to the lake," I offered lightly. The lake was actually little more than a large pond, but Ron's family had a small cottage out there. He'd suggested going there more than once. The whole thing was a front for going to bed. Until the night of my inheritance I'd refused. But suddenly I wanted Ron to be as happy as I was- more, I wanted him to be mine in as many ways as possible. I wanted to be sure he'd remember me when I was two states away from him.
"Ron cheered up immediately. 'Do you mean it, Carole?"
"Laughing, I nodded, but my head was filled with the shopping I'd have to do, the plans I had to make.
"The night was especially beautiful, and I enjoyed the ride to the lake. Ron had splurged and bought us dinner at a good steak house, and both of us were feeling pretty good as we pulled up in front of the cottage. Taking care of first things first, he got busy with a fire, and soon the one room cabin was warm.
"Feeling very womanly, I'd told my parents that I was spending the night with a friend. I had my prettiest nightie in a small bag, and I sat staring at the fire while Ron worked at it, my thoughts calm and happy. I felt as if I were starting my life all over again, this time as a pretty, secure young woman. After all, I was going off to an exciting college with a new wardrobe, a college where I could get a new start. And in the background would be Ron, waiting for me, loving me, getting his education for our future.
"Ron took me into his arms, locking his lips to mine. It was a sweet, gentle, loving kiss. 'I can't believe we're really here, Carole. Or that you won't bolt and run away this time."
"Although he said it with a grin, I knew Ron was still sore deep down because I'd had something of a reputation for being pretty free on my dates, and the one time Ron had attempted to slip his fingers inside my panties I'd pushed him away and walked home. But that, I thought, was one of the highlights of going steady-not having to play sex games all the time. The funny thing was that Ron assumed that it was coldness that made me leave his arms that night.
"I'd have died rather than tell him, but after that night with Ron I'd actually tossed and turned most of the night long with desire, unable to sleep until finally, in desperation, I'd reached under the blanket and played with myself until sweet release finally came. Nearly three years of getting worked up only to force myself to turn off was a drag, yet the desire to 'save myself' was almost as strong as the need to retain my 'exciting date' status. That was one of the reasons I'd decided on spending the night with Ron at the cottage-it was time to stop playing games. We belonged to each other, and I had no doubts that after college we would be married.
"I dropped my hand to his lap and pressed softly. 'I promise I won't run .... '
"He kissed me again, only this time his lips were hard against mine. His tongue snaked between my lips and filled my mouth.
"I pushed him away, giggling like an excited little girl. 'Why don't you get the bed ready while I get undressed? We have all night, you know."
"After another quick kiss, Ron let me go. I took my bag and disappeared into the bathroom. I was absolutely relaxed and happy, and I dressed quickly, slipping into my sheer nightie like an eager bride.
"Ron had converted the divan into a double bed and was adjusting the blankets by the time I came out of the bedroom. He just stared at me for a long minute.
"There was a tall mirror on the wall and I glanced into it, as if the look in Ron's eyes wasn't reassuring enough. I looked small and lovely in the mirror, with my long, black hair loose around my shoulders, and the sheer white and rosebud pink nightgown barely covering my curves. My nipples showed through the fabric as a deeper rose color, and the dark triangle of my pubic curls was a deep shadow beneath the gown. I was pleased that my looks affected Ron so strongly. Only the light from the crackling fire illuminated the room.
"Ron held out his arms and I moved into them. We kissed, then he pushed me back on the bed, his eyes never leaving my body. His fingers, shaking slightly, got busy with his own clothing.
"I watched as he removed his things, flushing a little as he finally loosened his pants and dropped them. I'd touched him before, fleetingly, but always through his trousers. Those brief contacts had not been enough to prepare me for the size of him. Oh, I'd seen a number of other males -on those dates before Ron there was always someone trying to impress me by unzipping themselves and pressing their tools into my hand. But Ron was big-and he was stiffly ready even before he was fully unclothed. I looked at that rod of his and hesitated uncertainly. But then Ron was easing into bed next to me and I forgot everything except the reality of his lips on mine.
"His tongue moved over mine wetly as his hands reached down and tried to touch me all over at once. He pushed aside the straps of my gown and soon had both hands cupped around my naked breasts.
"My God, Carole, darling. You're so sweet-so soft. So wonderful." His hands tightened around my tits and he began to move his naked body over my barely clothed flesh. 'Carole... Carole..." he groaned over and over, working my nipples with his rough fingers.
"I was a little apprehensive about his eagerness. 'Take it easy, Ron, darling," I urged, touching his hair lovingly while attempting to ease my body from under his. 'We have all night long. Just kiss and hold me awhile, okay?"
"He nodded against my shoulder, quieting as if suddenly aware that he had been pressing his cock against my thighs long before I was ready for any such action. He was very hard at that point, and I could feel his dick throbbing against my leg.
"I want you to go slowly, darling, so we can enjoy every bit of it," I whispered to him, again feeling very grown-up and sure of myself. Actually, that pulsating tool of his worried me more than I'd cared to admit to myself. It felt like a third leg between his thighs, and I couldn't imagine taking it up that virgin slit of mine. Still, I was ready to give it a try, after a bit more of a warm-up, that is.
"Ron went back to kissing me, this time moving his mouth to my ears, chin, neck and finally, my nipples. He sucked each, slowly at first, then with increasing force.
"This I loved. Most of the boys I'd been out with had managed a minute or two of such action, and it always had taken my strongest willpower to force them to stop. All I wanted to do was close my eyes and let them tongue and suck my sensitive nipples as long as they wanted to. I began to moan softly as Ron worked on them for me. My body gradually relaxed all over and I felt a familiar warmth in my belly. A hot slickness began to build between my thighs and I arched my back and rocked gently from side to side, feeding him first one nipple, then the other, holding the abandoned breast with both my hands until it was again claimed by his hot mouth. All the while Ron's hands were sliding all over my nakedness under the filmy gown, molding around my hips, following the indentation of my waist, reaching down to fondle handfuls of my ass cheeks, and finally, slipping between my legs, brushing away the dark curls in order to find and finger my stiffening clitoris and juicing hole. He was doing it right at last, and my sighs and groans told him just how much I was loving what he was doing to me.
"Finally, his mouth pulled away from my breasts and he got busy freeing me from the gown which was now twisted around my hips. At last it was on the floor next to the bed and Ron was mounting me.
"I fought down a desire to ask him to wait just a bit longer. After all, I was excited and ready. I could feel the sticky juices of my own desire on the insides of my thighs. It was time.
"Ron eased between my thighs smoothly. 'Open your legs all the way, Carole, honey. Put them up around my back. Don't fight me, baby. I love you-'
"Fighting off a touch of panic, but still ripe and ready, I did as he asked, my heart hammering in my chest as I felt him use his hand to line his cock up with my tight cunt.
"His excitement was so strong I could feel it even over my own. 'Is this really your first time, Carole, darling? Am I really the first guy to shove his dick up that tight hole of yours?" he asked as he started to push into me. His voice was more like a groan.
"Yes!" I answered, panting and attempting to retreat a bit as he pressed against me. The head of his dick was into me, and the pressure was painful already, in spite of my slick readiness. 'Go slow, baby, please...."
"I don't even know if he heard me. For a moment he couldn't seem to make any progress. He was lodged into me only an inch or two. But he suddenly jerked back a little, then lunged forward, and with one terrible plunge he was ripping into me, filling my tightness with his huge shaft, forcing inch after inch into my protesting channel.
"I screamed and struggled to get away, but the mattress under me held me still, defenseless against the cock that shot farther and farther into me with each twitch of his slim hips. All traces of my desire were swallowed up in the pain, so that I was uselessly pounding against his hips with my heels, against his broad shoulders with my fists. 'Don't! Please, don't! Stop! Ron! It hurts!"
"But he didn't stop moving until he was in me all the way. Then he rested against me, breathing hard, his mouth kissing the dry corners of my mouth as if nothing was wrong. He speared my mouth with his tongue, burying it into my throat as his cock was buried deeply into my sore and aching cunt. 'It'll feel good in a while," he whispered, kissing my ear.
"Take it out, Ron," I whined,"it hurts too much."
"Just relax, honey...." He shivered a little, and I could feel the throbbing in my pussy without knowing how much of it was his pulsating cock and how much was the stretched-walls' painful protest. Then he began to move in me again, this time more slowly.
"At first it just ached, but after a few more thrusts I went kind of numb-I ceased feeling much of anything. I remained under Rod, not moving much at all, only when his weight forced me to respond. I just was there, a hole for him to plug with his massive shaft, my legs still around him, my arms limply around his neck. When finally he came in me, shooting his cream into my womb with a deep moan, I was glad it was almost over. He slipped out of me finally, rolling to my side. I felt slightly battered, as if I'd been hit by an unexpected car and was waiting for someone to tell me if I was or was not going to live. But that was mostly on the head level-my body ached, and I could hardly bring my thighs together.
"Afterwards, Ron was gentle again. 'Hey, I know that was kind of rough on you, honey, but it'll be much better next time, I promise,"
"I'm absolutely sure there wouldn't have been a next time if it wasn't for a sudden inspiration on Ron's part. He kissed my cheek, then pushed away the covers and looked down at my naked body. Then he bent down and kissed my breasts, then my belly. 'I'm sorry I hurt you, Carole." He kissed me lower, beneath my indented navel. 'So sorry, sweetheart." His lips brushed my dark matted hairs. 'I'll kiss it better, baby...."
"I moaned weakly as his warm lips touched the puffy head of my still extended clitoris. Instantly I could feel a fresh rush of juices rise between my legs. Then his mouth kissed my bruised vagina. Again I groaned, only this time there was no mistaking the pleasure and new desire in my groan. Aware, Ron brought his face to my cunt again, this time kissing harder, his lips moving over my clit. I thought I would pass out from a shock of ecstasy far sharper than the agony I'd felt from his big cock.
"Inspired, Ron reached down, grabbed my balled-up nightie and brought it between my thighs, catching and mopping up his own cream in the filmy garment. Then, throwing it down again, he lowered his face once more to my pussy, and this time shoved his tongue into the opening so recently widened by his prick. I went wild.
"Suddenly all the desire I'd felt before Ron had mounted me returned, and even the persistent ache in my crotch receded. I was aware only of the silky tongue straining into me. It was wonderful.
"By backing my hips slowly into the mattress, I was able to lead Ron's tongue up the narrow pathway to my clitoris. Once there, his tongue slowly began to lap at the hard marble of flesh, to my obvious delight. He'd only run his tongue over the sensitive prong a dozen or so times when I suddenly grabbed for his blond hair and exploded into a series of spasms that forced my body to double with the intensity of the sensation. His mouth fastened around my clit just as I came, and the gentle sucking motion almost drove me out of my mind.
"I fell asleep in his arms afterwards, my mind reliving my first oral-sexual experience. I promised myself it wouldn't be the last, either.
"That was before I went to Chancey College, too, before I knew anything about that scene. It was like a prophetic orgasm."
The dating ritual in America has in recent years, and in certain sectors of the society, undergone considerable, if not radical change. However, as this case so clearly illustrates, for most young people the sexual taboo is still strongly implanted within the individual.
From the outset, Carole shows high aptitude as a dating game player. Everything from dress codes to undressing codes proves her to be a product of her environment in its most conventional sense. In short, she is a conformist and must eventually suffer the psychological consequences-the penalties of conformism.
In her book Male and Female, Margaret Mead outlines the profound causes and effects of this unique cultural conditioning, a conditioning which de-emphasizes the natural bodily aspects of sexuality, and substitutes a rather complex pattern of behavior in which the mutual and healthy attraction of the sexes becomes hopelessly enmeshed with notions of achievement, reward and punishment.
Carole chose to open her narrative by describing the dressing ritual, the necessary preparations for "the right impression." Let us take a look at Mead's analysis of this peculiar American phenomenon called dating:
The game is described as dating; boys take out girls, girls have to be asked, boys have to ask, both must dress correctly according to the adolescent styles of the moment, the date must be conducted in some way so that it can be known to the rest of the group-otherwise it doesn't count. The long association of courtship and costume through the ages rather obscures the issue here. Because dating and dressing are so closely associated, the assumption is that it is courtship. But men have worn war-paint to impress their enemies or their male comrades, and women have done battle against their own sex in pearls and ostrich-feathers, before now. The clothes, the flowers, the dancing, are all part of the game, but they are to be equated neither with courtship nor with behaviour that is primarily sexual, although the pattern of dating does, in the end, have a profound effect on the later relationships of men and women in America.
If clothing and appearance are not part of courtship in the traditional sense, as Mead clearly indicates, then why so great an emphasis in this area?
Predictably, the answer is to be found, not in the adolescent psyche, but in the parents who mold their children into what Mead calls "little potential bundles of high achievement."
In this process, sex and the body have very little to do with dating. It is the situation that counts. Being seen with the right person, making the right impressions in school or office, wearing the right clothes, bathing with the right soap, using the popular deodorants-all these patterns are derived from the competition for "situation," and must affect a person in later life.
Here is how Carole fits into this American mold. First, she is interested in "being popular," meaning she is careful of her "reputation," her situation-all of which adds up to middle class respectability. Second, she is living a competitive life-style, which means she is afraid of what others will think of her, and all social action is calculated according to notions of advantage. Third, Carole is envious of girls in better homes, schools, cars, etc. Her relationship with Ron is typically superficial; in fact, it is not a love relationship at all, but strictly a formalized game which ends as soon as a better situation manifests itself.
The next question: How does all this social manipulation and miseducation affect the normal sexual impulse in young people? Again, Mead provides us with an interesting and perceptive observation:
...we actually place our young people in a virtually intolerable situation, giving them the entire setting for behavior for which we then punish them whenever it occurs. The curious adjustment that American culture has made to this anomalous situation is petting, a variety of sexual practices that will not result in pregnancy. Technical virginity has become steadily less important, but the prohibition of extramarital pregnancy remains. Petting is the answer to the dilemma. But petting has emotional effects of its own; it requires a very special sort of adjustment in both male and female....
"I thought about Ron and that first night as I relaxed in the bathtub. There had been many other nights since then, and I'd come to love the touch of his flesh against mine, knowing where it was leading. I never got over dreading his big cock, though, but on our second night I'd found a way of avoiding all that.
"We don't want to get knocked up, do we? Besides, you're too damned big. It hurts," I objected.
"There's a dozen ways to avoid pregnancy these days, Carole. And as for the other-well, once you loosen up a little it'll stop hurting. And the only way to loosen up is to do it. So...." He grinned as he countered my arguments.
"I really don't want to, Ron. Besides, we don't have one of those dozen ways with us, do we?"
"His good nature dissolved. 'So what am I supposed to do tonight? Play with myself?"
"But I had already worked that out in my mind. 'Just close your eyes and you'll see, Ron." I purred. Hoping I'd do as well for him as he had done for me the first time, I lowered my head to his flat belly and tightened my grasp around his swollen cock. Then, after wetting my lips with my tongue, I began to suck his prick into my mouth.
"Oh, shit!" he moaned, his hands going to my head. 'Oh, wow, Carole! That feels so good!"
"Pleased, I took as much of his huge dick as I could, then slowly forced it back out of my mouth, sucking him back inside me before he'd completely escaped. Every move I made was rewarded by his encouraging groans. I had a feeling talking Ron out of fucking me wouldn't be so difficult any more.
"I'd given Ron my word that I wouldn't get involved with anyone at Chancey, but we'd agreed it was foolish to expect each other not to date. So, with a relatively clear mind I went confidently off to college.
"Chancey was outwardly exactly what I thought it would be, practically down to the last blade of manicured grass. But the other students threw me. This was the world of money and more money, and while I should have realized that for the most part a plush school like Chancey would be attended by rich kids, I somehow hadn't thought it would make such a difference. I was at the school less than a week when I realized that everything about these people was different-from the food they ate to the sports they liked to the way they got their kicks. The second night there a few of the girls invited me into their room to smoke some pot! I got away with faking a little sophistication, and for the first time in my life I was glad that I was naturally more of a listener than a talker. I'd have put my foot into my mouth a dozen times in that feline bull session.
"Before I retreated to my room, one of the girls, Lorna, asked if I'd go out with a friend of her boyfriend's that weekend. I agreed gratefully, and, with great innocence and an eagerness to be accepted into the social life at school, I prepared for my date.
"My date turned out to have more arms than an octopus and a hell of a lot less charm. When it finally got through to him that I wasn't going to give in, he angrily pulled a good-sized erection from his pants and asked me what he was supposed to do about that.
"Enough to say that I gave him a few suggestions. He deposited me back at the house shortly after that, and along with my irritation and dislike for my date, I was horribly disappointed that my first date had been such a disaster. All my insecurity of my childhood days seemed to return, and a fierce desire to be accepted at any cost blazed in me, to the point that if my date had returned a moment after he left and asked to fuck me I might easily have given in, after all.
"I'd expected Lorna to be outraged at me, though, especially since she was the one who got me the date. Instead, she looked at me oddly after I'd related the catastrophic facts of the evening.
"Are you a... a virgin, Carole?" she asked finally, mouthing the word as if it were somehow not quite nice. For once I was pleased at the answer I could honestly give.
"No. But that doesn't mean...."
"She smiled. 'No. That doesn't mean you have to put out to every date. But, you know, Chancey is away from everywhere. If our boys don't have-' again she smiled,"-an outlet, shall we say, what are they to do? Pick up on the hick girls in town?" She laughed. 'That could be a social disaster. There are better ways of keeping everyone happy."
"Lighting a cigarette, Lorna then proceeded to tell me what I could have done to satisfy my date. She talked of sucking a boy off as casually as she'd talk of smoking a cigarette. It was obvious that that was a standard way of dealing with such matters at Chancey.
"You certainly couldn't get pregnant, you keep your date happy, and you don't even have to muss your clothing, if you don't wish to."
"I must have looked strange, because her eyes narrowed slightly. 'Are you shocked, Carole? I mean, after all, today is today. These things were shocking twenty years ago. But today?"
"I blushed deeply at her mocking tone. 'I'm not shocked, Lorna." Already feeling as dumb as possible, I pretended to be actually amused. Smiling brightly, I shrugged. 'Actually, I'm damn good at it. I'm not sure my date deserved such a treat."
"Lorna looked at me uncertainly, then grinned. 'You're okay, Carole. Tell you what-next weekend I'll fix you up with Richard. I've gone out with him myself. He's really okay. Deal?"
"Deal." Then I faked some work I had to do, in order to be alone and think things out. After she was gone, I sat down and wondered at the fact that the far-out sex I'd enjoyed so much with my boyfriend was as common in my new world as a handshake in my old one. I had a feeling that I'd make out fine in my new environment, after all.
"Still, as I regretfully let the water out of the tub, I felt a flare-up of the old anxiety. I didn't want to ruin this date. I suspected it would be very easy to become the joke of Chancey College, the poor girl here by a fluke, unable to hold up her end of a date.
"Richard liked the pink print dress. His eyes were full of approval as we started out for the car. Then he stopped. 'Didn't you have a bag?"
"A bag?"
"Oh, God!" Elaine, two steps ahead with her date, Clarkson, brought her fingers to her mouth. She was filling in for Lorna, who had been called home on some emergency during the week. 'Lorna told me to make sure you understood we'd be gone all weekend! Come on, Carole, I'll help you throw some things together. We'll be back in a few minutes." She grabbed my hand and raced towards my room.
"Sorry, Carole, I'd forgotten you're new here. Practically everyone knows that a date for the snow lodge means a weekend." She freely dived through my things, choosing a number of outfits and underthings, quickly rounding up enough clothes to see me nicely through a weekend.
"I was confused, but Elaine explained as she neatly folded clothing and fed it to a suitcase. 'The guys get together and rent several cabins in the mountains year-round. Some of them actually go for the skiing, but most of the fellows just use the cabins for fun weekends. It's sort of a compliment to be invited for a weekend. Richard asked Lorna to fix it up with you. Are you ready? I think I packed enough of everything. Oh, your toothbrush!"
"I grabbed the toothbrush, packed it, and we were soon in the expensive car and on our way to the mountains. We stopped for dinner at a nice restaurant, and, as if to make up for lost time, Richard stepped hard on the gas pedal. It took us a little less than two hours to reach the cabin.
"I don't know what I'd expected, but the cabin was more like a lodge, with three large bedrooms, two baths, a beautiful living room complete with a natural stone fireplace, a furry rug and a huge expanse of glass and overlooking snowy wilderness. It was my first real exposure to the little extras money could supply, and I liked it. I wanted to be able to look back on many weekends in places like this.
"The kitchen was modern and fully equipped. Elaine got busy brewing some coffee, and Richard brought out a bottle of good Irish whiskey. It gave the coffee a lovely aroma. We drank slowly while Clarkson made a fire. I smiled at Richard over the coffee cups, secretly pleased he turned out to be so good-looking, tall and blond and sure of himself. Somehow, it felt right just being with him, as if it were impossible for Richard to do anything wrong. I also studied Clarkson, another handsome and somehow confident young man. He caught my eye on him and returned my smile. Elaine smiled at me, too, her large gray eyes excited and happy, as if she'd looked forward to this weekend for a long time.
"We've hardly said two words to one another all evening," Richard commented, putting an arm around my shoulders.
"I grinned. 'I'm not terribly talkative. Do you mind?" I leaned back against his arm.
"He laughed. 'My favorite type of woman!" He got up, refilled our cups, then settled down next to me again. We began to talk in low voices, about school, some of the girls I knew, about some books we've both read. Then I realized Elaine and Clarkson were very quiet. I glanced over and watched them. They were kissing passionately and Clarkson's hand was inside Elaine's blouse, kneading the bare flesh.
"Richard's eyes followed mine, His arm tightened around my shoulders. Then his mouth was by my ear. 'That's better than whiskey for getting warm."
"I returned his kiss willingly. It was several minutes before I was able to peek over at Elaine and Clarkson again. They were still locked together, only this time Clarkson's other hand was up Elaine's skirt. As I watched, Clarkson pulled away and got to his feet.
"Time to hit the sack, huh?" He helped Elaine up. As she slowly got to her feet I saw an exquisite slice of her naked breast. Again, Richard followed my glance. 'I bet yours are even nicer," he whispered, kissing me again, his lips hot now.
"We stayed by the fire a while longer, enjoying the warmth while we kissed. Then Richard reached for my breasts. He squeezed them softly. 'Come on, baby, let's try out that nice bed in there."
"I felt a small moment of panic. 'Richard-I should have told you... I don't... I won't.... Richard, I won't let you fuck me."
"He smiled. 'Is that the only thing you won't let me do to you?"
"I looked up at him, but he was serious in spite of the smile. I nodded.
"Then let's go." He held my hand and led me up the stairs.
"My suitcase was neatly deposited against the wall in a large bedroom. Suddenly, I realized I didn't really need half the things I'd brought, especially the night things.
"Richard undressed me quickly. 'Um, nice," he commented, removing my bra.
"I arched my back and let him stare and play with my breasts. They were full and taut, and I was proud of them. 'Very nice," he added, sucking a tip into his mouth.
"Richard led me to the bed when I was stripped down to my panties. Then he skinned out of his own things, throwing them carelessly over the back of the chair. His cock was halfway erect, long and nested by blond hairs. He pulled the blankets over us and pulled me to him.
"Brrr, it's cold! But this is nice...." He kissed me again, slow and sweet, unhurried, sure of himself, sure of me.
"Suddenly it felt very good to be in bed with a man, and I admitted to myself that I didn't mind so very much that it wasn't Ron. I liked Richard, he kissed good, and we understood each other. I returned his kiss fully, rubbing my naked tits against his chest as he pulled off my panties.
"You don't mind about the not fucking bit?" I asked timidly, really curious.
"He shrugged. 'Should I? Listen, fucking is fun, but I like girls who use real talent. You have a good mouth for sucking cock." With that, he urged my head down towards his belly.
"I kissed a wet trail down to Richard's cock, then ran my tongue over the head. During the months with Ron I'd become pretty good at it.
"You like to tease, huh?" Richard grabbed me and rolled over, positioning himself over my body. Then he began to trail his tongue over my flesh, starting with my stiffening nipples and ending up on the insides of my thighs. I liked what he was doing, so I lifted my hips to His face. But Richard kept evading me, moving back as I strained toward him. It was an exciting game, especially since his hands were all over my body as his mouth teased but eluded me. I felt the sweet warmth rise in my belly.
"We wrestled on the bed awhile, teasing each other until neither of us could stand it any longer. Richard's hard prick was over my face at last, and his own mouth was finally lowering to my crotch. I reached up for him, and just as my mouth closed over his throbbing flesh, his knowing tongue was sipping into my cunt. I arched my back and squirmed until his mouth had found my hardening little clit. Then, sighing with pleasure, I turned my attention to sucking Richard's cock. I'd never done this with Ron, and the novelty of working on Richard while he aroused me was very exciting. I fitted my mouth around his prick and pulled him inside me, making a real effort to concentrate, a difficult chore especially since Richard's tongue was drumming steadily against my most sensitive flesh. I thought suddenly of what he'd said earlier, about real talent.
"I stood it as long as I could, then I had to go slack, even with his dick in my mouth. I couldn't help it, I was coming, and it was all I could do to keep from digging my sharp teeth into his rubbery length. I couldn't even cry out or yell my gratitude. Instead, I dug my fingers into his muscular butt and held on tightly. Finally, the waves passed and I was able to twitch my hips enough to pry myself loose from his wonderful tongue.
"As soon as I could, I got back to work on him. I used my lips, my tongue, my teeth, my throat, working on Richard's big cock like I'd invented the act. I sucked him slowly, teasing him, tickling him, making him cry out, grab for my head, beg me to finish him off.
"Ooh, baby... Carole, you little bitch! No! No, don't stop... don't stop, baby.... Oh, yes, that's it. No, no, don't... yes... keep that up, baby. Make me come.... I'm going to explode right down your throat, Carole. Now! Yes, now...."
"I didn't relax my frantic licking and sucking a minute, not even when he started coming, pumping his thick cream down my eager throat. My knowing mouth kept working on him, milking the last drops from his balls. Finally he couldn't stand it any longer and forced my lips away from his shrinking joint.
"We rested awhile, smoking and touching each other. 'I think," he said finally, extinguishing his cigarette in a large glass ashtray,"I'd like to make you come without distractions this time. Like this." He began kissing my body.
"I watched him in the dim light as he traced kisses over my nipples, down my side, across the insides of my thighs and down as far as my ankles. Then, as he slowly began to lick his way back up my legs I found myself going soft and warm all over again. Finally, his blond head hovered over my damp pussy while the very tip of his tongue started to inch up my cunt. He kept tongue-fucking for a few minutes, then moved on to my clitoris. It was stiffly awaiting his kiss, and when Richard began sucking on the tender knob, I began to sob softly, unable to plead with him to stop as I wanted him to never stop. I was fascinated by the cool way he attacked my cunt, forcing an orgasm to build in me even though I'd had one so recently. Finally, there was nothing left for me to do but grab his head and hold tightly as my hips ground into his face, offering up even more of my throbbing flesh to his wildly sucking mouth. I cried out as I came, mindless of the other in the house.
"I'd dozed lightly after that, only to be awakened by Richard's stiff cock pressing against my cheek. During the night we'd sleep, then awaken to tease or play with each other, until, just before dawn, we were fully awake, and again I cried out. But it didn't matter-I made Richard cry out also.
"We awakened sometime in the early afternoon, and when I first opened my eyes I couldn't remember where I was. Then I felt Richard against me and remembered every single detail.
"He woke up then also, blinking sleepily at me as his hand reached out for a cigarette. We grinned at each other as he sat up. Just then Clarkson walked into the room. I would have reached for the blankets but he was totally nude and perfectly relaxed.
"Wow. It's about time you two revived. We were about to call the undertakers."
"Elaine came to the door and grinned in at us. The smile was all she wore. 'I made some screwdrivers and eggs. We also found a deck of cards. Anyone up for a game of poker?"
"I can come up with a few interesting stakes," Richard offered, really waking up.
"Elaine's eyes studied my body openly, hotly. 'So can I," she breathed.
"As I followed the others out of the room I looked wistfully at my still closed suitcase. This would be a weekend to remember, I thought.
"Most definitely a weekend to remember...."
As Margaret Mead observed, the "bounds" set in the petting situation are usually set by the female, and Carole's case conforms to this pattern. The critical issue to remember in American courtship sex is to avoid pregnancy. In this game, whatever meets that requirement works, and in this case, the subject chose the practice of oral sex, both passive and active, to fulfill the needs of the body as well as the demands of society. To show just how prevalent this and related petting techniques are in America, we turn to Kinsey s analysis of sexual behavior:
Oral stimulation of the male genitalia by the female occurs somewhat less frequently than oral stimulation of the female genitalia by the male. Often the female makes such contacts only because she is urged to do so by the male, but there are a few females who initiate such activity and some who may be much aroused by it. A few may even reach orgasm as they manipulate the male genitalia orally. This greater inclination of the human male toward oral activity is duplicated among other species of mammals....
When confronted with these observations, Carole appeared nonplussed; the idea that she could be playing the game in any other way other than it should or could be played she found baffling. To be totally free sexually, to act out her desires completely without fear of censure, seemed to her inconceivable and "tacky" (to use her term) tramp-like behavior. On the other hand, she feels that she cannot function normally without a certain amount of gratifying sexual activity. Unless Carole is able to rise above and understand the nature of her sexual indoctrination, there seems little likelihood that she will develop a mature nonmanipulative relationship.
Chapter Three. Roger's Way Was The Best Way
"Can you believe it? I've had the clap three times and I'm only seventeen. It's like every time I find a pussy to plug, I end up with a social disease. Three days after the fuck, I start dripping at the spout and it hurts like hell to piss.
"So it's off to another trip to the Health Department, and hope that they keep their promise of not telling my parents. Because my parents are real Bible-followers, and they'd crucify me if they thought I was fucking around. To them, I'm the best, most innocent guy in the world.
"That's not to say, by the way, that I'm a goddamned sex fiend or anything. I mean, I don't spend my entire days running around the streets looking for something to fuck. I just take what comes along and is available. I'm not somebody to turn a cunt down, but I don't let the urge control my life.
"And just waiting and letting things develop has led me to enough cunt to satisfy most guys.
"But it's also led me to more shots of penicillin in my ass than I'd like to admit to. But you gotta take the bad with the good, right?
"Like I'll give you a rundown of my fucks that led to a trip to the doctor. The doctor, by the way, knows me by my first name. Ain't that the shits?
"Anyway, the first time I came down with the disease was about a year ago. I had just turned sixteen and a couple of my buddies decided they'd treat me to a fuck as a present. Not that they would pay for a hooker or anything like that-who needs hookers these days? But they did line me up with this girl who was almost sure to put out. She'd put out for anybody so my buddies were sure she'd fuck for me.
"I wasn't a virgin, but I sure as hell didn't have much experience. In fact, as I was walking up the sidewalk to the girl's house, I was scared shitless. I was shaking like a leaf and sweating like I'd just run a four-mile race.
"Gretchen was the girl's name and she looked like she was born for sex. Built like a brick shit-house. And she had this way of licking her lips while she was talking to you that almost made you shoot off just watching her.
"She met me at the door. I stammered my name and said it was nice to meet her. I knew what I was there for, and she knew what I was there for. But I didn't have the guts to just come right out and say something like,"I'm here to plug your pussy." Ah, no, we had to go through the preliminaries first.
"She invited me in and offered me a glass of wine, which I accepted but really didn't want. Then I got her on the couch. I had just put one hand on her left tit and with the other I was digging under her dress towards her pussy, when her brother walked into the living room. I damned near died!
"But he was a with-it guy, and I guess knew what was going on. All he did was grin a little when he caught me, shook my hand, apologized for interrupting and then took off. He was a fine brother.
"So it was back with the hand action. Gretchen's tits were full and soft. Gorgeous. And her pussy was even better. For the occasion, or maybe she always dressed like that, she didn't wear any pants, so it wasn't too much of a chore to get my hand at her cunt. And man, did she like it. She purred like a kitten as soon as I first touched that cunt of hers with my golden fingers.
"She'd been fucked pretty much, I guessed, because her pussy was pretty wide open. Or maybe she was just built big. But at that moment I didn't care if she'd just been fucked by a tribe of pygmies. I wanted to get my rocks off, and I saw a good chance of doing it in the next ten minutes.
"We're alone now," Gretchen said. 'Do you want to go to my room?"
"I was so excited all I could do was nod. I couldn't say a word. My tongue was sort of caught in the back of my throat.
"Then Gretchen did the weirdest thing, only I liked it a lot. She opened my pants before I could get up, got my cock out and then led me to her bedroom by pulling me along gently by the prick. It was the wildest sensation I'd ever had.
"To my mind, Gretchen was pretty damned exciting-and pretty damned perverse, I thought.
"We got to her room and, honest to God, she had her clothes off faster than I had mine off. That's how anxious she was for a fuck.
"I stripped down the rest of the way while she stretched out on the bed. My cock was hard as a rock by the time I was naked.
"I stood by the bed, staring down at her, so excited that I could almost hear my heart beating. And my prick was so excited that it literally was thumping and jumping all over the place.
"You like it?" Gretchen asked and sort of pointed at her cunt. Again the dummy in the group wasn't able to say anything, so I just nodded enthusiastically.
"Well, come and get it," she said, with a little smile on her face. Man, I was ready to hop up on the bed, between her legs, hoist them up around me and poke my cock right in that hole. But that wasn't exactly what she'd meant by her invitation. I was moving too fast for her.
"Use your mouth on me first," she whispered, just as I was ready to ram my prick up her pussy.
"Man, I'd never sucked cunt before in my life. I didn't even know if I'd like it. Sure, a lot of guys had talked about it and raved about it, but I wasn't too sure any of them were telling the truth. After all, guys my age are sort of prone to bullshitting about sex.
"But right off this thought came into my head: 'Try it; maybe you'll like it." So I scooted out from between her legs, settled myself on my belly between her wide-spread legs and moved my face close to her cunt. I looked at it, and man, it was almost reaching out and grabbing my tongue. She sure wanted to be worked on.
"I moved even closer. Close enough to lick on her cunt. But still I hesitated. 'What are you waiting for?" Gretchen asked. And there was more than a hint of impatience in her tone of voice. So to eliminate the possibility of her copping out on my fuck, I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and took one fast, long lick on her pussy lips.
"I don't know what I expected, but it sure was great. As soon as my tongue touched her pussy my cock sprang even more to attention. I was damned near poking a hole in the mattress, that's how hard it was.
"Since I didn't know from shit about lapping pussy, I approached the job like a kid would handle a lollipop. I just licked. I thought that's what she wanted.
"But she wanted more than that. 'Stiffen your tongue and stick it in," she said. She was gasping like an old war horse. So I did what she said. I stiffened my tongue and rammed it as far as I could up into her cunt. Shit, her whole body stiffened and she moaned like crazy. I decided right then and there that I was a great pussy licker.
"I cleaned her out inside and out with my tongue and she was more than happy. In fact, I think she would have let me work on her cunt with my tongue for the whole afternoon, but my little old prick was clamoring for a little attention, too.
"I pulled my face away from her pussy. I looked at her. 'My prick wants something to fuck," I said.
"I'll suck you off," she answered,"if you keep on eating out my pussy." Now how in the hell do you turn down an offer like that?
"Besides, I'd never had a blow job and I was anxious to try. So I scooted up on the bed and lay right next to her, only we were pointing in different directions. Then, just as I was getting into position to reshove my tongue up her cunt, I felt her reach out and frig my cock a little. It was already hard as a rock, so it didn't need encouragement.
"And then, while I was still approaching her pussy, I felt her lips go over the head of my cock. Man, a thrill went through me that I'd never felt in my life. Not even during the other couple of fucks I'd had.
"I can remember just barely touching the lips of her pussy again with my tongue, and, feeling her lips slide down the whole length of my cock, until it was all the way down her throat, I shot. I couldn't hold back. I just lay there and moaned and pumped come down her throat. It was gorgeous and at the same time lousy. I'd been too quick. I was silently cursing myself for shooting off too fast. Goddamn it, I thought, I ruined a good afternoon.
"But it ended up I didn't ruin anything. I just made things better. Because in just a minute or two Gretchen had me all hot and bothered again with her tongue-and my licking her cunt-and so when it got to be time to stick my prick up into her, I was primed for a good, long, hard fuck.
"You see, the other times I'd fucked, I'd been so excited that I shot off almost right off, but this time, with Gretchen, I wasn't all that keyed up after my first come, so I could take my time about the second one. And really enjoy it. And enjoy it I did. I must have spent a half hour pumping and sliding my cock into her pussy. It was great. Really great. And half of my enjoyment came from the way she was digging the whole scene. In fact, if the truth be known, it was like she was fucking me sometimes, instead of the opposite.
"She was so talented with her pussy that it felt like she was milking the come right out of me. And then, at one point when she got on top of me and started riding my cock, I thought sure she was going to pull the poor thing right off my body. It was great!
"So after a good half hour of pouring cock to her -sliding it in all the way, pulling out, jamming, ramming the thing-I shot off a second time. And Gretchen, during the bouts with my tongue and my cock, managed to pop off her rocks about four times.
"So it was a good afternoon. In fact, I was sort of anxious to stay around for another bout, but Gretchen told me she had to get ready for a date that night. And another couple of fucks, I guessed.
"For three days I was on top of the world. My chest was about three times bigger than it had been before I got to Gretchen, and for the first time in my life I really felt like a man.
"And then on the fourth morning, my prick burned when I took a piss. But I didn't pay any attention to it. And later when I took another piss, it burned more. And when I looked down in my underwear, I saw these sort of brown spots. And the little pee hole was blocked with some sort of dried secretion. Man, I was scared shitless.
"Luckily, there was a guy at school-a teacher, but a neat guy--who I could talk to. I went and saw him after school. I explained what was happening to me and right off he sent me to the health department. That's when I first met Dr. S--. We got to know each other real well in the next year.
"I got the shots and then ratted on Gretchen. I gave her name. Shit, why not? If she's out fucking, she ought to at least have the common sense and decency to make sure she hasn't got the clap.
"I saw Gretchen about a week after I'd turned her name in, and for a second or two I thought she'd kill me. But she didn't. All she did was tell me she was sorry she'd given me the clap. And then she thanked me for letting her know. Ain't that the shits?
"So that was the first case. Of course, I was scared to death at first that my parents would find out, and second that the disease would somehow affect me. But neither of those things happened. In just a few days, all the symptoms left and my parents weren't told a thing. Thank God for small favors.
"My second case of clap came under circumstances that were a little different. You see, I got mixed up in this really weird scene.
"It was the first warm weekend of the year, so some buddies and I decided to head for the beach. And believe it or not, the place wasn't very crowded. You could actually find a place for your towel without fighting the herd first.
"Anyway, we spent a couple of hours there, and during that time I struck up a conversation with this good-looking gal who'd spread out her towel just a few feet from mine. She was a little older than me, but what the hell difference does that make.
"And she was on the make, too. I could tell that. Only she wasn't on the make for me. She was, I guessed, looking for somebody her own age or even older. But there weren't any of those types around.
"Her name, she said, was Sue and she was there with her two roommates. I never even got the other two girls' names.
"We bullshitted a long time and I could tell that I was entertaining her. Especially since there weren't any of the type of studs around that she was looking for. So by the time the end of the afternoon came, and she hadn't found anybody that she was interested in, she made up her mind that having me was better than having nothing, so she came out with an invitation to come up to her apartment.
"I'd been waiting for hours for that invitation, and now that I'd gotten it, it was time to go home. The guy who'd drove me down was ready to go. He hadn't found anything to fuck.
"So I explained my problem to Sue, who held a conference with her roommates, and within just a minute or two, all of my buddies and me were invited to Sue's apartment. And her girl friends came along, too.
"Man, what a swinging orgy we had that afternoon. There were bodies all over that apartment. And we didn't even have to go through any preliminaries. 'Cause by the time we got to the apartment, everybody knew exactly why we were going. Sue told them. She wasn't the reserved type.
"We're having a sex party," she said as we were walking towards her place,"so if anybody's shy, unwilling or unable, they'd better find someplace to go to for an hour or so."
"Would you believe me if I told you that in the next hour and a half I fucked all three of those gals. Man, I was in seventh heaven.
"We stripped down as soon as we got inside Sue's front door and the action started. And it didn't stop until everybody was exhausted.
"Since I'd sort of started off by talking to Sue, I got my choice of fucks. So, just to be polite, I picked Sue. And just a few seconds later, I found myself on my knees on the floor, between her legs, with my cock rammed up into the most delicious cunt in the world.
"I slammed it to her-every once in a while taking a glance at my buddies who were doing the same thing to the other girls-until I shot off. Shit, it was wild. Just kneeling there, pumping into that cunt like crazy, looking down at those dancing tits, hearing her groan with pleasure and seeing her move that pussy like she was born to have my prick inside her. Wild? I'll say.
"And then, as soon as I filled her cunt with come, I pulled out, took a couple of puffs on a cigarette, took a drink of water and got back to the party. I went for a second gal that time. You gotta realize, of course, that when a guy is sixteen, he's ready to fuck all day and all night.
"There was one strange thing, though. One of my friends-a guy named Roger-wasn't fucking. All he was doing was having his cock sucked. He was the fourth guy with the three girls, so he was always sort of the extra male. And since he seemed satisfied to have his cock down one of the girls' throats and not up her pussy, he ended up with what I thought was the ass end of the fuck stick.
"We were in that apartment altogether about three hours. And like I told you, I got my rocks off with each of the girls. The same with my friends. Only Roger never did seem to find a pussy to fuck. He spent the whole afternoon with his cock down one of the girls' throats.
"Three days later, the same shit started all over again. The burning when I pissed, the little marks in my shorts, the clogged pee hole. But this time I knew what it was. And I was mad as hell.
"I went to the same doctor at the same health department. He tried to look mean this time and gave me a half-assed lecture about being more careful, but he was still the same, great character he'd been the first time I went to him. He told me about rubbers and washing myself-and pissing -right after sex. All that shit. Then I got the shots and got out of there. And again my parents were never told.
"I found out the next day that both of my buddies came down with the clap. So we'd all gotten it from the same girls. In fact, the only one of the group who didn't get anything was Roger.
"How come," I asked him,"you didn't get it?" 'Whenever I run into chicks I don't know," he told me,"I stick to blow jobs. I don't stick my prick in strange pussies. You never know what you'll pick up."
"He went on to explain that he was more than satisfied with a mouth job; in fact, he said, he liked it almost better than a regular fuck. He felt like he was more in control.
"I didn't believe a word of it. After all, I'd had my cock sucked and then fucked Gretchen, and I had to admit that I liked the fuck better than the suck.
"Besides," I said,"what difference does it make if you get a mouth job or a cunt job? You can get the disease either way." I knew that because the doc had told me.
"But what the doctor hadn't gotten around to telling me-I guess he was too busy with a whole line of dripping cocks-was that you're one hell of a lot less likely to get clap from a mouth job than you are from sticking your prick up some strange pussy.
"And Roger was such a smug asshole about the whole thing I wanted to slug him. And as for me, having clap the second time wasn't nearly as pride-producing as the first case had been. With the first, I felt really grown-up. Having clap, you see, is almost a part of becoming an adult. After all, kids don't fuck around. You have to be an adult to find some pussy to fuck. And a certain sign that you've gotten to some gal's pussy is the case of the clap that she gave you.
"But like I said, I didn't feel that way so much with the second case."
Harold's case is significant because here we see rather distinctly the connection between the rise of promiscuity among the young and the startling increase in venereal disease rates. There is no question now that the various forms of the disease have reached epidemic proportions. Estimates have been revealed which indicate that the possibilities of contacting the disease are one in four with every new sexual encounter. Obviously, Harold's contact rate even exceeded the epidemic figure. Yet such occurrences, though unfortunate, are realistic, and definitely fall within the bounds determined by recent surveys. In the book Community Health, edited by John D. Porterfield, the relationship between rising promiscuity and venereal disease is further analyzed:
Another important factor contributing to the rising incidence of syphilis (and gonorrhea) is the increase in sexual promiscuity which has occurred during the past fifteen years. This increase may appear greater than it really is, because society is more tolerant now of this type of behavior than was formerly the case and the youth of the country are less secretive about premarital sexual activities. Several changes in the social structure have taken place which predispose to sexual promiscuity. The population has grown rapidly. The efficiency of agricultural production has multiplied, and the number of workers necessary on farms reduced; industrialization has expanded dramatically, and the people are moving in ever-increasing numbers to the urban center's of population....
Again we see the all important factor of overpopulation and its effects, not only on the sexual mores of the country, i.e., the pursuit of stimulation mentioned in our introductory remarks, but also the concurrent rise of V.D.
Unfortunately, the method Harold has decided upon to reduce his chances of future contact may prove inadequate. As has been mentioned, susceptibility to the disease need not necessarily depend on penis-vaginal insertion. Proof of that is the surprising V.D. rate reported among homosexuals, which is emphasized by editor Porterfield in his survey of the subject:
Another change which complicates and aggravates the venereal disease problem is the increase in male homosexuality. Venereal disease control workers do not doubt that the increase is real and great and is not simply an apparent change based on increased tolerance by society and increased boldness on the part of homosexuals.
We should note that the data obtained by classic surveys and investigations by Kinsey, Masters and Johnson indicate no clear-cut deviational pattern involved in the practice of oral sex. In Sexual Behavior in the Human Male, Kinsey notes the relatively high incidence of mouth-genital contacts. In that respect, Harold's history is typical, and his sexual activities fall within the norm.
Mouth-genital contacts of some sort, with the subject as either the active or the passive member in the relationship, occur at some time in the histories of nearly 60 percent of all males. As noted elsewhere, these are quite common in the sexual activities of many other mammals, particularly the other anthropoids (Beach 1947). There have been some other human cultures which have accepted such contacts as usual behavior, and even as a part of their religious service. The suggestion that such techniques in our present-day society are a recent development among sophisticated and sexually exhausted individuals is curiously contrary to the specific record, for the figures for at least three generations do not show significant changes in this respect.
The above does not, of course, suggest an absence of psychodynamic factors; merely, that the practice of oral sex is so prevalent that motivation must be considered in the light of the total personality complex, and few generalizations can be made regarding all who indulge in these techniques.
"Okay. We're up to the third case of clap. Let me tell you, it was becoming almost a matter of routine.
"So how did I get it the third time? I might as well go into the weird details. There must be something about the way I look that gets me into these strange circumstances. What I need is a regular girl who likes a regular fuck. But I guess that's why people get married.
"Anyway, along about the middle of September, I started back to school. My senior year and, boy, did I feel like a big shit on campus. And then, when I walked into my European history course, I almost fell on the floor. Because standing in the front of the room, looking nervous as hell, was the best looking woman I'd ever seen in my life.
"She was a combination of all the best parts of all the best looking movie stars. Or at least I thought so at the time. She had the body of Raquel Welch, the face of... ah, shit, let's just say that to me she was just about the most perfect looking female walking the earth.
"And to top off the looks, she seemed so goddamned shy and scared. I liked that in my women. I like them to be dependent and sort of clinging. But you can't find many of that type of gal anymore. Most of them seem to want to wear the pants in a relationship.
"Anyway, Miss B- was a dream. And she was sweet, shy and innocent. Or at least she looked sweet, shy and innocent. Boy, did I find out different just a little while later.
"Her first name was Cheryl, so I might as well use that instead of Miss B-. After all, when you fuck and suck somebody you should be on a first-name basis.
"Cheryl was so nervous that she stuttered when she read the roll call. She won my heart more and more with each stutter. In fact, I was feeling so strongly towards her that I would have beat any guy to a pulp who dared to laugh at her. But nobody was laughing. Mostly the guys were just staring at her, trying to imagine how it'd be to get their hands and cocks on that beautiful woman.
"For some reason, from the very beginning, Cheryl took a shine to me. And if you can ever come up with a reason for female preferences, let me know will ya? I mean, I wasn't exactly bad looking, but I sure as hell wasn't the best looking dude in the class. But anyway, she sort of liked me. And like I said, she liked me from the very beginning.
"In fact, that first day, she gave me the job of class monitor, which is a sure sign of favoritism if I ever heard one. And best of all, being class monitor made me stay with her after class every day for about ten minutes. How about that?
"For a month I spent those ten extra minutes a day with her in complete awe. Most times I couldn't even say anything, that's how much she impressed me. I was in love. Man, really in love.
"In fact, it got to be so bad with me that I couldn't think of anything else except those ten extra minutes a day with Cheryl. I lived for those ten minutes. And I guess my infatuation for her came through, because after a while she started to loosen up when we were alone. We'd laugh and joke and a couple of times she even let me cop a feel. I know she knew what I was doing, but she never made any protest.
"And on the days I did manage to get a feel of those gorgeous tits, or her ass, I'd go home and just stare at my hand for an hour. And if anybody had suggested that I wash it, I'd have killed them.
"About six weeks after my first class, Cheryl informed me that she was planning a class trip to a museum that featured Etruscan art. It was about a hundred miles away. The museum, I mean.
"What she wanted me to do was collect the bus fare from all the kids. And when I had it collected, I was to give it to her.
"Bring it to my apartment, she said. 'Some night." Then she wrote down her address and telephone number. 'But call me first," she said.
"Shit, man, I already knew where she lived. In fact, I had followed her home-at a distance-a couple of times and just sat outside her apartment building and watched her closed drapes. I'd imagine all sorts of things, like seeing her undress, and maybe stretch out on the bed, and see her feel up her own pussy, and maybe play around with her own tits. It was great.
"But now I had an invitation, and she had said,"Some night." Boy, oh, boy. What a chance. Maybe, just maybe she was hot to head for bed. Wouldn't that be the shits?
"It took me three days to get all the money. Some of the kids I had to threaten with all kinds of catastrophes before they'd hand over the cash, but finally I had the full amount in my hot little hand.
"I was so nervous that my hand shook as I tried to dial the phone to call Cheryl. It rang five times and I thought for sure she was out for the night. I would have died.
"But finally she answered. And her voice sounded like all the silver bells of the world. Then when I said something about hoping that I hadn't disturbed her, she answered that she was only taking a shower.
"Only taking a shower!" Oh shit, what ideas that put in my head. I realized that while she was talking to me, she was probably as naked as the day she was born. With those great looking tits bare and just waiting for my tongue, and her pussy, all surrounded with golden hair, just waiting for the pressure of my cock.
"I damned near shot off while I was talking to her.
"I told her that I had the money and that I was free to come over to her place if tonight was convenient. And when she said that was fine, but to give her a half hour, my stomach did a complete flip-flop.
"I had a hard on the whole time I was driving to Cheryl's apartment. And I had a hard on when I walked up to her front door. And I got a harder hard on when I saw what she was wearing, or what she wasn't wearing.
"She had on this outfit that sort of looked like it was pajamas, only it wasn't. It had a little pair of pants and a top, and over that she had this sort of filmy robe on. Only the robe kept opening up with every little breeze that went by. So I caught more than a good look at that body that I'd been dreaming of for the last two months. Well, almost two months.
"I had the money all neat in an envelope, which I handed to her as soon as I got in the door. Now our official business was over and I was hoping that we were in store for some fun.
"You want some wine?" Cheryl asked in this voice that I'd never heard her use in the classroom. All of a sudden she didn't sound nervous, shy or scared anymore. She sounded sure of herself. And that made me all the more nervous.
"Okay," I stammered. My heart was pounding, my face was flushed and my cock was thumping. It was a great night.
"Make yourself comfortable," she said, in a tone of voice that made me think her definition of 'comfortable' was taking off your clothes. But I didn't have the guts to do that. All I did was sit down in a chair.
"I had to adjust my cock three times before she came back into the room. That's how hard and uncomfortable it was all stuck away in my pants.
"When she came back in, the first thing she said was,"Why don't you join me over here?" She gestured to the couch which she then started to lounge on. I swear to God that she spread her legs a little when she was sitting, just so I could catch a glimpse of her pussy. Of course, it wasn't really her pussy, it was the cloth covering her pussy, but that was exciting enough for me.
"I didn't have a damned thing to say, and couldn't think of anything. I could have kicked myself for being so unsmooth. But Cheryl picked up the ball.
"You know I like you, don't you?" she asked. I nodded.
"But do you know why?" she continued. I didn't have the slightest notion why a great looking gal like her would go for me. But her attention was very welcome.
"Believe it or not," she said,"you look exactly like the first boy I ever dated. And that," she laughed,"was a long time ago."
"I asked her how long ago it was, but she didn't answer. But she did say,"He was cute, just like you are."
"I stammered a thank you and tried like hell to think of something to say, but I couldn't.
"I suppose you think it s a little strange," she continued, for me to have such fond memories of someone I haven't seen for so long."
"I shook my head. I was damned glad she had such fond memories, especially since they affected me.
"But you should know," she concluded,"that it was with that boy that I had my first..." she hesitated,"... fuck."
"Fireworks went off in my head. She'd said the magic word. 'Fuck." The most beautiful word in the English language. An instant turn-on.
"Suddenly, I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I moved over and grabbed her around what I thought was her waist. But more truthfully it was a strangle hold. When I got the presence of mind to lower my grip, I found that the wait had been worth it. Her body was the most wonderful thing in the world. Soft and yet firm; strong but yet weak; beautiful but yet gorgeous. I was damned near out of my gourd.
"I started to maul around on her tits, until she told me to calm down, take my time and be gentle.
"Those were her exact words: 'be gentle." I loved her for them. I'd be anything she wanted me to be: gentle, savage, cruel, her slave. Anything, as long as she'd let me fuck her.
"I had visions of spending the rest of my life fucking her. I'd stay home, resting up, while she went to school and taught those slobs and then when she got back we'd fuck all night. All morning. Damn, it would be beautiful.
"I was trying desperately, while all these thoughts were going through my mind, to get the top of her outfit loose. But my fingers somehow had become big lumps of clay. I couldn't get one single button to open. And all I could do was stumble on, cursing myself like crazy.
"Finally, Cheryl herself came to my rescue. 'Let me," she said, and then she started to unbutton her top. Just two seconds later her tits were out in the open, and they were beautiful. And all mine!
"I put a hand on them and then leaned over and started to lick and kiss them. That must have turned her on because she settled even farther down on the couch and spread her legs just a little. And while I was taking care of her tits with my mouth, I let my hand wander down her belly. And even farther, until I was running the palm of my hand over her cunt.
"She still had those little pants on, but I could feel the bulge of her cunt through them. I tried to move the material over so I could get a finger past the cloth and into her cunt, but the pants were too tight.
"Would this help?" she asked, and she reached down and unzipped those little pants. And then, with a little help from me, we slipped them down over her ass, past her knees and off. She was naked now, except for that robe, which didn't get in the way at all.
"My fingers went right for her cunt and inside her. She was all wet with excitement already. That really surprised me. She was just as eager as I was for a good fuck.
"For about the next ten minutes, I licked every part of her I could find. The only thing I didn't do was stick my tongue up her cunt. For some reason, she didn't seem to want me to do that to her.
"Finally, neither of us could take any more. 'I want your cock in me," she said in this real low whisper. I was more than ready.
"She struggled to her feet, grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. On the way she shrugged out of that robe.
"When we got to the bedroom, she undressed me. Which is a great turn-on. She even took off my shoes and socks.
"And then, when we were both naked, she grabbed hold of my cock and started working on it until it was as hard as it could possibly be. Then she slipped back to her knees and gently took my prick between her lips. She put her arms around my ass and slowly took the full length of my cock down her throat. I wanted to scream. That's how good it felt. And I was standing there, watching her suck my cock, which made it even more exciting.
"She got me to the point of almost shooting and then she backed off. Then she lowered her head and started to lick on my balls. First one and then the other. She even took them one at a time into her mouth and sucked gently on them. That literally drove me up the wall. I never wanted that feeling to stop.
"And then when she pulled off my balls and leaned way down with her head and started to lick my feet, I knew I had a really good lay. I mean, how many women will lick your feet? Not many. But I sure as hell had one.
"I felt really manly at that point. I reached down and grabbed her. I pulled her to her feet and then picked her up in my arms. A real hero, right?
"She was a little heavier than I thought she'd be, and I have to admit to stumbling a little on the way to the bed, but I finally made it. I put her on her back and was halfway up on the bed myself, ready to get between her legs, when she scrambled to her hands and knees.
"Fuck me this way," she said, in this real tense voice. Now shit, man, I'd never fucked a girl from behind before, but I figured if she wanted it, she'd get it.
"I had to feel my way. I wasn't even sure just where her cunt was from that angle. But I found her pussy easy enough. And it was in a damned good position. She was over by the edge of the bed, so I could stand on the floor and ram my cock to her that way.
"I put the knob of my cock up against her pussy and shoved. Not hard, but hard enough for a couple of inches to slide into that warm, wet hole. Cheryl's body got stiff immediately and her whole frame started to shake. She was having an orgasm. Bigger than hell. And just from my putting a couple of inches of my cock in her.
"That made me realize that I was getting to be a damned good fucker.
"I grabbed hold of her ass and started to plow my cock to her slow and steady. I had to build her up again. But it didn't take long, because just a few seconds later, she was begging me. 'Fuck me hard," she whispered. 'Please, fuck my cunt hard!"
"So I did what she told me. And just a few seconds after that, I shot. There wasn't any holding back. She wanted a hard, steady fuck and when I fucked hard and steady I shot off. Simple as that.
"But after I shot, she wouldn't let me go. She kept my half-hard cock inside her and wriggled around until she had it hard again. Which wasn't long. And then she got her second hard, steady fuck of the night. Only this time it was a lot longer. And a hell of lot more enjoyable.
"Altogether, I was in Cheryl's apartment five hours. I fucked her twice and she sucked me off once. Not bad for a night's work.
"I left her with the promise to come back anytime she wanted me. I was her fucking slave. Literally.
"But then, wouldn't you know, three days later I got up and went to the john and sure enough that same old familiar burning began as soon as I started to take a leak. I remember standing there, feeling that burn, and cursing. And I damned near cried, that's how upset I was. Even Cheryl... even she was handing out the clap. And even more, it meant that I wasn't the only one using Cheryl's cunt. She was handing it around pretty freely. She must be.
"I went back to see my old pal the doc again, but this time he wasn't so easy on me. 'This is the third time for you," he said, with a rotten grimace on his face.
"I admitted it. But I told him I really didn't fuck around as much as three cases of the clap in one year would seem to indicate. I told him I was just unlucky in my choice of partners. He agreed with that.
"He told me that he really couldn't sit back and let me ruin my life. I would become immune to the treatment, he said, if I continued the way I was going. 'Therefore," he said very seriously,"I feel it's my duty to tell your parents."
"Shit, man, the ceiling fell in, because despite my pleading with him, despite my almost getting on my hands and knees to beg him not to, the doc went and told my parents.
"Both of them-my mother and father-were waiting for me when I got home from school a couple of days later. Mom had gotten the letter and called Dad home from work immediately.
"I won't go into the terrible particulars, but have you ever thought about how it would feel to be seventeen, when you consider yourself a big wheel, a real 'man," and then have your old man force you to drop your pants-right in front of your mother-and get over his knees and take about eight thousand slams with a belt? It was awful... terrible. It was the worst thing I'd ever had done to me in my life.
"They ranted and raved at me, and cut off my allowance and the use of the car. And, they added, if they ever found out I was indulging in 'sexual activities' again, they'd take me to church and make me make a public confession-to the whole damned congregation.
"I'd do anything in the world to avoid that, so that night, as I was lying on my stomach-my ass hurt too much to do anything else-I thought back to what Roger had said. 'If you don't know the cunt," he'd said,"be satisfied with the mouth." But even his advice didn't work all the time. I'd known Cheryl and she still gave me a dose. So I resolved right there that, come hell or high water, I'd be satisfied with the mouth. And I haven't suffered a bit."
One of the more interesting theories put forth regarding oral sex is that found in Frank Caprio's Variations of Sexual Behavior. His theory is particularly relevant in the analysis of this case, for it illuminates some of the less obvious autoerotic overtones which were observed in the subject. For example, practically all of the subject's experiences were related to masturbatory fantasies of some form or other. The rather immature, adolescent approach to sex, although partly a product of cultural conditioning, nevertheless indicates the desire on the part of the subject to use the female as a sexual object. Caprio explains this type of behavior as follows:
Mouth-genital contacts can be explained on the hypothesis that a person wants someone else to do what he is unable to do himself. The desire for fellatio is a projection of unconscious desire for auto-fellatio. The desire for cunnilingus in a woman is a projection of an unconscious desire to suck the nipples of her own breasts....
The question most interesting regarding Harold's case, however, relates again to the psychological problems which may develop out of his repeated venereal infections. Although it is certain that he has formed somewhat unhealthy associations with regard to more conventional sexual relations, we feel that these associations will be of a temporary nature, and are not likely to result in lasting psychological damage. This prognosis is, of course, dependent upon the subject's ability to relate to the opposite sex in a more complete and self-giving manner, rather than as the mere fulfillment of sexual fantasy.
Chapter Four. His Tongue Was A Teenage Legend
"It began, I guess, when Joey first kissed me. He pulled me close and his big beard grazed my chin. Then he clamped his lips down hard on mine and a moment later pried my mouth open with his tongue.
"Other guys had kissed me that way, but they didn't have a tongue like Joey's. I don't know how to explain it, but that kiss was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to me. His tongue slithered into my mouth in a way that gave me strange, new sensations. Even then I could imagine him lapping at my cunt. I didn't dare hope for that sort of thing. I knew that many guys didn't go in for it, and I preferred not to think about what I'd have to do in return.
"I melted against him as we kissed, his tongue reached deeper and deeper into my mouth. I thought it would be the usual routine; a hand in my blouse, another hand up my skirt, off with the clothes and hump, hump, hump. Honest, it's a drag. I never got anything out of it, but these days all the guys expect it and call you names if you don't. Word gets around, and you have to give in or else you'd be a social failure. The other girls talk as though they like it more than I do, but sometimes I wonder. I think they're just bragging, just trying to impress each other. Only the kind of thing Joey did to me-that I believe Joey knew how to drive a girl wild.
"But that first night, he just kissed me good-night and that was it. I took a deep breath of the cool night air before opening the door to the house. I couldn't just walk into the living room all trembling the way I was from Joey's kiss.
"The next night it was different. He told me his folks weren't going to be home, and we could drink their booze, eat Swiss chocolates and turn up the four-speaker stereo as loud as we liked. I was dying to see Joey's house, because everybody says it's sumptuous, but more than that, I was dying to see Joey.
"Joey was just about the sexiest guy at school, with long legs, broad shoulders and the tiniest ass you ever saw. The girls were divided into two groups: those who went for his ass, and those who admired his dark eyes and sensitive face. I fluctuated between the two. I guess you'd say I was among the 'popular' girls, but going out with Joey was beyond my wildest hopes until the day he asked me.
"Our second date turned out to be a lot more exciting than our first. When we got to his house, he asked me what I wanted to do. I was overwhelmed by the deep, white carpets and gold-trimmed furniture. I stammered that I didn't know and he suggested we go see his basement hideaway.
"In Joey's own quarters, everything was different. Books, posters, his own hi-fi. I headed for a couch in front of the fireplace and curled up comfortably with my legs under me while Joey picked out some music. I couldn't believe it, being alone with him in a place really his own with no one to disturb us. I usually resented it if guys just wanted to make out instead of taking me someplace, but with Joey it didn't matter. I wanted to make out, too.
"He sat down beside me, his body moving to the beat of the music. Then he put his arm around me and drew my face to his. Our lips met again and my mouth opened automatically as his tongue grazed my lips. Our two tongues swirled together frantically for several seconds, then he plunged his way into my mouth.
"It was like magic. I quivered helplessly, my breasts trembling against his chest. No guy had ever turned me on so much before. I thought he might wonder if there was something wrong with me, reacting so strongly, so fast. I was almost ashamed. But he kept on kissing me, twisting his lips against mine and running his tongue in and out of my mouth.
"Tonight it wasn't going to stop at one kiss. I was sure of that. A kiss was only the beginning. Soon his hand slipped to the lacings on my dress. I'd deliberately worn the most revealing dress I had, one that laces practically to the waist and gives a peek at my tits if you happen to be at the right angle. One thing, though, it's a bitch to get off. I rarely wore it on dates because I was afraid some guy would rip it up trying to get at me. For Joey, though, I wouldn't have minded giving up a dress.
"He pulled and tugged, finally withdrawing his mouth from mine to ask me to undo the dress. I untied the ribbon and proceeded to unlace it, slowly and teasingly. At last my breasts popped out, all round and firm, my nipples erect as though I'd just stepped out of the shower.
"Take it off, Susie," he said softly.
"I undid the zipper at the side, then stood up. Even with a zipper and lacings, the dress got tight as I hoisted it to my tits. Joey got up to help me, doing so very gently. I would have tossed it to the floor, but he carefully draped it on the piano bench, then came back and took me in his arms.
"We stood there together, holding each other tightly. I had nothing on now but orange panties that went with my dress and, of course, shoes. These platform sandals did great things to my legs, I knew, but they had straps that made them a bitch to get off, too.
"Next thing I knew, Joey glided the two of us onto the couch. He was on top of me, but just for an instant. He pulled himself upward to a sitting position while I lay flat on my back. He wanted to look at me, and as he did, he ran his hands softly over my belly, up to my breasts and back down again. Very gradually he approached my orange panties and finally slid his fingers under the elastic. His touch wasn't like that of other boys, he was expertly sensuous. Everything he did was calculated to send thrills through me, it seemed. I wondered where he'd learned such technique. Next to him other guys in their teens were clumsy children. I knew that with Joey things would be different for me, but just how different I wasn't sure.
"My breasts heaved with panting as he slowly invaded the area under my panties. His hand cupped over my navel, his fingers reached further and further down until they met the thick forest of pubic hair. I jerked involuntarily, arching my pussy toward his hand. His exploring fingers lingered only a fraction of an inch away from the tender flesh, already moist from my excitement. Then he actually touched my pussy. I jerked again.
"He smiled down at me. He was pleased that he'd turned me on so fast. If he'd discussed me with any of the guys, he'd have heard that I was slow. Well, for once, I wasn't slow. I was fast and hot and really dying for it. For what? That I didn't know until Joey gave it to me.
"Carefully, using both hands he removed my panties, leaving me naked except for my shoes. He eyed them curiously.
"Let's leave those on," he said. 'I like them." Then he tickled my insole and made me squeal.
"He looked me over, noting my especially hairy cunt. Most girls just have little patches like tiny triangles. On me, hair grows like weeds. When it's summer I have to trim my cunt hair to look decent in a bathing suit, but now it was overgrown and bushy. He patted it gently, then stepped away to get out of his own clothes.
"He was wearing blue jeans; nobody I know wears regular pants. But Joey would look good in anything. I watched him pull his jersey over his head, then unzip his fly. Down came his pants; he wasn't wearing any underwear. There it was, erect and mannish. I'd rarely seen one, since boys usually made love in cars or other places where it was dark.
"He stepped toward my head. His cock was close enough that I could have reached out and touched it, but I was shy. I wanted to, oh, I really wanted to take it between my hands, but something stopped me. I just looked at it.
"Then Joey took a couple of steps and started arranging my legs, one over the back of the couch and the other dangling to the floor. He was in a position to look straight into my cunt, and that's just what he was doing! He took his hands and began working them upwards along my thighs, closer and closer to my cunt until finally his fingertips touched the glistening, moist flesh. He watched what he was doing, his eyes following every movement of his hands. Slowly he parted the lips of my pussy, so that it was gaping open in front of him. I thought he was going to fuck me-a moment I usually dreaded-and I was ready.
"Instead, he bent down his head and touched his lips to the inside of my knees. I didn't dare move. Very gradually, he progressed toward my anxious pussy, kissing and caressing the firm flesh of my legs as he drew nearer and nearer.
"I shook with pleasure. My cunt was now oozing wet, my breath coming in quick little gasps. His lips grazed the sinews of my thighs, then the pubic fuzz. He positioned his face in front of my pussy and the next thing I felt was the rough, granular surface of his tongue against my bulging clitoris.
"Oh," I moaned. 'Yes, Joey, yes."
"I couldn't help trembling at the fantastic sensation of this strange, new intimacy. He lapped at my cunt with expert strokes, and with every one, I seemed to plunge further into pure ecstasy. Nothing had ever felt this way before. This, yes this, was what I'd been waiting for, what I'd craved. And it was driving me beyond any heights of pleasure I'd known until then.
"His long, snakelike tongue swept the crevices of my cunt with a softness I never before felt. I spread my legs wider. Finally, the firm, strong tip of his tongue invaded my gaping cunt briefly only to leave and return to my clit. He alternated between the two sensitive areas-my clitoris and my hole-never letting me get enough of either, making me wish for pressure in one place as he gave it in the other. The anticipation of the next swirl of his tongue left me dizzy and breathless.
"For the longest time, his motions remained slow and tentative as he lifted me higher and higher into new levels of delight. My heart pounded inside my chest and I could feel my cunt swelling and growing hotter. God, it was fantastic!
"Without missing one beat of the slow, sensuous rhythm, he put one hand on my thigh, one finger dangerously close to my ass. I was trembling wildly now. Finally he abandoned the slow motion teasing and really sort of attacked me with his mouth. His teeth touched the soft flesh, but not enough to hurt. He pretended to be gobbling at my cunt as though to devour it. His tongue lapped violently and prodded my cunthole. I opened wider and wider. His moist lips touched my clitoris and then....
"At the time I didn't understand it, for I had no idea coming would be like this. My hips bucked into the air. I desperately ground my cunt into his face and clamped my thighs against his neck. And I yelled. God, did I yell! I just went out of control and flopped around like somebody gone mad. I couldn't believe it.
"The way it felt was beyond words. Nothing in the world was like this first time, this first total release of my body, unless it was the other beautiful times with Joey. I loved it, though, loved the feeling of giving way completely.
"It was a long time before I quieted down. I shook and quaked and sighed. Again and again the sensations came over me like waves... sometimes I thought it was over just as a little twitch would start my trembling again. Little by little, though, the pulsations diminished and my heart stopped thumping loudly.
"I looked at Joey and saw his face was wet from my juices. His beard seemed frosted. A smile broke on his face, a smile of tenderness I'll never forget. He'd loved making it happen for me. I could tell from the way he looked at me just then. And I told him it had never happened before, that he was the first one ever to make me come. Maybe I shouldn't have told him.
"He didn't seem surprised, though. What he did next and what he had me do was something I'd always thought of with fear and dread. I'd heard there were girls who did it, took guys cocks in their mouths and sucked until they came. I didn't know I was capable of such a thing until the moment when Joey brought his cock closer and closer to my face.
"I knew he wanted it. I owed it to him, of course, but that's not what made me do it. Suddenly, I wanted to. I wanted to bring him the kind of pleasure he'd brought me, knowing full well that I'd enjoy it, too.
"I touched his rigid tool hesitantly at first, taking it between my thumb and forefinger and moving the loose skin up and down. I watched him smile contentedly and get down on his knees in front of me. I used just my hands for a few moments before finally bending forward and taking the head of it gently into my mouth.
"I explored the surface with my tongue before trying to take it in further. I wasn't very sure of myself, but I sensed that if you do something slowly and gently, the other person will enjoy it more. After all, this was what Joey had done to me.
"As I held it in my mouth, I realized I was doing this not just for Joey's pleasure, but for my own. It gave me a great feeling of intimacy with him and this, too, was something I craved. I withdrew the firm hold of my lips, then simply kissed it here and there, searching for its most sensitive spot until Joey's moans let me know that I'd found it.
"Again I took it into my mouth, this time more deeply. I couldn't get it all in; there, was too much of it for that. I shoved it back toward my throat, though, until my breath was almost cut off. Then I bobbed my head up and down, sucking ever so gently in a rhythm I was sure he'd like. As I sucked, I swirled my tongue around the tender ridge.
"We stopped once, so Joey could get up on the couch and lie back passively with me mounted over him. This enabled me to take even more of his cock in, sucking with swifter, more furious strokes. I must have done what he wanted. He didn't tell me what to do or what he liked, he just purred and groaned happily.
"I sucked and sucked, taking it in more deeply each time. I was in a kind of trance as I kept up the steady, sensuous rhythm. When I opened my eyes briefly, everything in my range of vision was slightly blurred and indefinite. I felt dizzy, but I continued tirelessly, up and down, giving Joey the thrills he wanted.
"I wondered if the end would be as violent for him as it had been for me. Surely this was different from other kinds of sex. Incredibly better. I scarcely knew the end was coming.
"Joey's cock suddenly got bigger and harder. I don't know if that happens in fucking or not. If it does, a girl can't feel it. But now I could feel it. I could scarcely keep his prick in my mouth.
"Then there was a jolt of his hips, plunging his cock way back into my mouth for an instant, nearly choking me. I hung on, and a minute later I got my reward. I could feel the surging of his cock as he pumped out his stuff-all warm and salty -into my mouth.
"This was the moment I'd been scared of. Would I be able to swallow it? I didn't right away, because I couldn't swallow with his cock in my mouth. I kept on sucking until I was sure I had every bit of it. Joey collapsed on top of me, totally spent. Then I withdrew my mouth and let the strange tasting liquid go down my throat.
"We clung to each other happily for a long time, all sticky and smelly and feeling so close to each other. Maybe we could have aroused each other again, I don't know. But we were both exhausted because it had been so tremendous. I wondered if it was really unique for Joey, too. He never said so, one way or the other.
"It was only then, after we'd done it, that I decided I loved Joey. I know you don't have to love somebody to feel strong sexual desires. It happens all the time. But Joey was somebody special for the short time he was a part of my life.
"Why did I make such a big deal out of it? Maybe I'm just overemotional. God knows, I'm not deprived of love or material things or other things people want. But you can lead what seems like a normal middle-class life and still get screwed up somehow. Or fall apart when something happens. I knew all along that there was a chance Joey'd leave me. Girls get ditched by guys all the time. I'd have a few little heartaches myself, though I never cared for anybody the way I cared for Joey.
"Anyway, I wasn't prepared for what happened. How could I have been?
"Once we knew we were sexually compatible, we took time to get to know each other. Maybe that's the reverse of the way things used to be, but what's the use of getting involved with someone if you can't really make it together. Before Joey, I didn't know how important that was. I thought it was just something that matters a lot to guys, not to girls. I had no idea how fantastic sex could be.
"For Joey and me, though, sex wasn't the usual kind. Not that we didn't try it that way. Once we managed to go camping together for a whole weekend, having told our parents that a whole crowd was going with chaperons and all. Joey had a tent and a double sleeping bag, but it was on one of our hikes deep into the woods that we stopped to make love.
"We were far from where there could have been any other campers. There wasn't the slightest chance of discovery, so we took off our clothes and romped in the moss under the tall trees. Naturally, we ended up in each other's arms, and eventually, in a sixty-nine position.
"As he lapped at my wide-open cunt, I drove my mouth up and down over his cock. I'd learned to do it well by now, using my hand to take care of what I couldn't get into my mouth. This time, like many times before, we went about it leisurely. Either of us could have come in a few seconds, but we drew it out to last and last for an ecstatically long time. I pumped his cock with slow, deliberate strokes, and each time I heard his breath begin to quicken, I eased the pace. He did the same with me-that is, when he'd given my clitoris so much attention I was on the very brink of exploding into spasms, he'd not only slow down but move his tongue somewhere else. What divine torture!
"We went on this way under the trees. At last, Joey looked up at me and said,"I'd like to put it in. Know what I mean?"
"Okay," I said.
"Funny, the thought scarcely ever crossed my mind. The thought of fucking, that is. We had our own thing, Joey and me, and that was it. I was almost afraid to try something else for fear it wouldn't work and would alienate us somehow. That's how I felt then. Scared. But I didn't want to disappoint him. I'd have never disappointed Joey for anything.
"My fear vanished, though, as I looked at Joey's deep, piercing eyes, then his ripe, virile body. I wanted to take his cock inside me, not so much out of lust as out of desire to be close to him in a new way.
"I lay still and let him position my legs to best advantage. Then he bore down on me. There was something awkward about it. It occurred to me that he was less experienced at this. I put my arms around him reassuringly, then raised my legs over him, entwining them around his ass. My cunt was very wet, but it took a moment or so for him to drive his huge tool into it. I'm not sure why. It was as though he had trouble finding at what angle to push.
"At last we were linked together, the way I'd been with other guys before. Only Joey didn't start to hump me frantically. He stayed perfectly still with his cock deep inside me. Then he began stroking very gently. It was odd, though, big as his cock was, I scarcely felt anything.
"I tried to meet his slow thrusts by lifting my pelvis upward in rhythm with his motions. I found myself trying to grind my clitoris against him, trying to derive some sensation I just wasn't getting.
"I felt close to him, though, I remember that. There was something lovely about this, but really, something was missing physically. I wasn't turned off or disgusted, but I wasn't terribly hot the way I usually was with Joey. I'd been spoiled by the treatment he'd given me.
"Maybe he'd been spoiled, too. Instants later, he kissed me and crawled off.
"It was nice, wasn't it?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. 'Beautiful."
"So he hadn't intended to finish it, that was all. It was just an experiment. I was infinitely relieved. But I noticed that his prick wasn't hard and erect anymore. It had gone soft. I pretended not to see it, though, as he resumed the familiar position between my raised thighs.
"I'd never wanted his tongue more than at that moment. I had to know that the old magic was still there between us, that this hadn't spoiled it for us forever.
"The first touch of his tongue, though, was enough to bring me back to where I'd been before. I trembled as I felt the rough wetness of its meeting my clit. Gently he licked at the tender, quivering flesh. I loved it. This was what I wanted, this and nothing else.
"I shook frantically as he swept his tongue downward to my gaping hole and back up again to where my clit was bulging and quivering. I spread my legs wide and let my clit really stick out so he could get at it. Briefly he sucked at it, the same way I sucked his cock, but it couldn't stand much of that. It had to be treated so very gently.
"This was it, the thing that drew us together, the craving for what our hot mouths could do. Way back somewhere in my mind it seemed wrong to want it so desperately when we couldn't make it like you're supposed to be able to make it. I was hooked on this and so was Joey. At least we'd found each other and both of us understood. No one else need ever know, I thought.
"Joey's furious lapping at my cunt was driving me wild, there under the trees where we lay. A breeze came up chilling my cunt for a moment, but Joey really closed in, protecting the sensitive skin. The rest of me could get cold now and I wouldn't even feel it. Nothing mattered but my fluttering cunt and the marvelous sensations Joey brought to it.
"I rotated my hips ever so slightly now, caught in a rhythm all my own. I closed my eyes and gave myself completely to the waves of thrilling sensation.
"I wasn't quite coming, not yet, but I was close. I'd reached a level where nothing could bring me back to the everyday world. I had no more brain and no body except my cunt. I was all cunt, open and bulging and trembling. Just one big, hairy cunt.
"For a long time I stayed there at the very edge, waiting to be tossed over into that vast abyss of pleasure; wanting it, yes, but not wanting it too soon. Joey knew that; he knew me better than I knew myself. On and one it went, gentle but frantic, tender but violent.
"Then something seemed to hit me like a bolt of lightning and my scream echoed from the hills around us as the great convulsions of pleasure overtook my helpless body. My cunt pressed hard and hungry against his face and he knew that at this moment I wanted the tip of his tongue reaching into my opening and closing hole. My cunt was a sucking, seething mass.
"No, there was no love, not at a moment like this. It was pure animal desire on my part. I'll have to admit that. There was love before and love after, but in between I turned into a raving maniac, incapable of tender emotions. All I knew then was the power and fury of my cravings as something in me cried,"More, more," until at last I couldn't get any more, because for that instant I had it all, all I could possibly want.
"What it was like then for Joey I can only guess. I think there was a matter of masculine pride, but more than that, I think he really enjoyed the animalness of me which only he could bring out. It was a kind of demolishment of the real me for a little while, letting me turn into the creature I am in dreams. There's a sense of power in being able to do that to somebody. I know, because that's what I could do to Joey.
"He wanted it now, too, with the same kind of desperation, the same desire to restore the old magic, to make sure everything was the same. Sometimes he'd stop after doing me, but not this time. He had to have his.
"When I had the strength, I got up over him and took his now hard cock into my hands, rubbing the flesh up and down sensuously. He usually got hard licking me or just knowing that I was going to suck him off.
"He loved the touch of my hands, I knew, but not as much as he loved the feel of my mouth bearing down on his cock. I teased him for a few moments with my hands, knowing that he enjoyed being teased, enjoyed the anticipation of what was sure to happen next.
"At last, I positioned my face over his prick and extended my tongue. I almost touched it, but not quite. It came toward my tongue like a magnet, again and again. Then I let the very tip of my tongue brush against his most sensitive spot just underneath the head. Teasingly, it went on like this, and Joey moaned in the exquisite torture of it all.
"Next, though, I rubbed my tongue up and down the bulging ridge the way I'd rubbed my fingers before. Saliva dribbled from my mouth onto his stately prick. I licked at it for a while. At last, knowing I shouldn't make him wait any longer, I opened my mouth and made a vacuum inside, sucking his thick cock between my lips and on in, way back.
"I held it there for an instant, then began the slow up and down motion so familiar to both of us. I continued at the same pace and rhythm only for a few moments, though, changing it again and again, making him back up in his climb toward orgasm, prolonging his delicious ecstasy. He alternately purred and groaned.
"Yes, Susie, do it, Susie," I heard him saying.
"On and on I went. Yes, the old magic was there for him, too. We could experiment all we pleased; we always had our own thing to go back to as long as we had each other.
"Faster and faster I sucked now, keeping up a steady pace for longer intervals before changing. I could go on forever once I let myself get totally caught up in it. I knew what to do without thinking about it. My mouth had become as automatic as my pussy when the final moments drew close. My hand followed my mouth, creating a kind of long tunnel which dragged his huge cock in and out.
"I think it was one of the best times ever for him. He seemed totally out of it. He wasn't aware of me anymore, just aware of his cock, and that I understood. I couldn't see, but I knew his eyes were closed, that he saw and heard nothing.
"I continued now with a sensuous monotony, knowing End was near. I closed my eyes, too, which somehow enhanced the feel of his hard cock against my lips and my fingers. Then there was the warning signal: the inevitable increase in size and hardness which I never failed to sense. I sucked like mad until I felt him lunge. His rigid member throbbed for an instant, soon sending its precious juices into my mouth. I sucked and sucked until I had it all.
"I really wanted to talk to him about it afterwards while we lay beautifully entangled in the cool afternoon out-of-doors. But something made me afraid of discussing it. Maybe he felt odd about it, too, that we couldn't fuck and could only do this. Whatever he felt or thought, I never found out. We were close, even though there were a lot of things we couldn't talk about. You don't have to talk about things to be close.
"We didn't try screwing after that one time. Of course, we did lots of things together besides have sex. Joey had everything, a motorcycle, as you know, and the use of his father's plane, a telescope. And he was interested in all sorts of obscure little things like you read at the bottom of columns in newspapers. He was a strange sort of guy. He got along with people and people liked him, but deep down inside, he was a loner. The kind of person who keeps a whole lot of things to himself.
"One of the most fun things we did was go up in his father's plane and put it on automatic pilot once we were away from populated areas. It was a beautiful day, and up there I felt as though nothing existed except Joey and me. I couldn't resist the temptation to unzip the fly of his jeans and pull out his cock. He liked that, but when I let him know I intended to suck it, he protested.
"I went right ahead, awkward as it was, and clamped my face down on his cock. Since I was really leaning to do it, I couldn't get much of a swing into my motions. In no time at all, though, it was rigid and upright. He didn't say anything, letting me go ahead.
"I swished my tongue around exploringly as my lips tugged hard and fast. I knew that if I tried to prolong it, he might get distracted and nothing would happen. So I sucked fast and furiously.
"Once again he begged me to stop, but I didn't listen. He murmured something about 'being dragged from the wreckage." Those words stuck in my mind, but I kept right on sucking.
"At last he groaned and his cock began to shake in my mouth. He was fighting it, but he couldn't help it. Moments later the liquid-a lot of it- gushed into my mouth. I sucked until I got every bit of it. Just then, I felt the plane lunge.
"He had lost control. It was only later he let me know how serious the trouble had been. He talked about it quite a lot, not the technical details, but the possibility of dying, the fact that we'd been so close to death. He asked if I'd want to die with him and I told him I didn't want to die- period, not for a real long time. I didn't think that kind of talk meant anything until after the accident."
The incidents in this case tend to reflect the profound sense of despair which is felt by an ever-increasing number of young people.
Sue is frank and uninhibited regarding her relations with Joey, revealing a variation of sexual behavior which is more a result of sociological factors than a localized psychological deviation. It is, therefore, pertinent in this case to consider both aspects: that is, the sociological as well as the physical or sexual.
First, we might ask why do so many young people, such as Sue, feel that theirs is the "hopeless generation." Why does a young girl with so much life in front of her and with no particular psychological problem feel that the hero in her culture is one who drops out of it, gives up, or, as in the case of Joey, eventually commits suicide?
Avoiding any sweeping generalizations, and confining ourselves to the subject under examination, one answer to the dilemma posed by this case seems to be found in the widely shared feeling that life, taken as a whole, is meaningless. The popular song "Is That All?" reflects the sentiment which the realities of life never conform to expectations; and, we are, more or less, a society of great expectations.
In her study of American culture previously cited, Margaret Mead looks at some of these problems:
But a society that hitches its wagon to a star, which commits itself to living always with an unattainable ideal, so that the ideals of yesterday once attained, become nothing but most imperfect approximation of the ideals of tomorrow, is also committed to many other things-to styles in prophecy and rebellion, to casualties for whole segments of the population who are sacrificed to a fiction, and casualties to individuals who are betrayed by ideals they were unable to bear or to live with, to the continued onslaught of the impatient Utopian revolutionary and of the nostalgic reactionary, neither of whom can any longer stand the tension.
In probably the greatest reaction in history to this cultural treadmill, the young people have rebelled in thought and style against the old ways and the old goals. They have said, "Forget the ideal. In a world that is rapidly falling apart, the only goal worth having is to live in the present." Therefore, the "hopeless generation" is, perforce, the "now generation"; the "now" of politics, drugs, religion, and sex.
Dr. Mead goes on to describe the "revolutionary" movement in America in terms of the urge to seek alternatives to the dilemma created by an ever-receding and, thus, unattainable future.
... there are those who find intolerable the distance between the wagon lumbering along in the half-frozen ruts of a spring thaw and the star and say: "Enough of this slow pilgrimage that will never end. Let's cut the rope free of the star, free of the endlessly moving and unattainable ideal that is only a fraud, and hitch our rope to some firm-absolutely realizable-past or future point, and then go there fast." There are those who think that one can establish, by fiat or revolution, a Utopia on earth. There are those who say: "Look at the impossible distance between your wagon and your star. Accept the fact that you can never reach it; cut the rope and be done with it, and let's take life as we find it... You've only one life to live." All these points of view are articulate in American life; each fears the other, each fears the other will coerce the country, and so himself, into a path he does not wish to take.
Other situations in this case also point to the applicability of Dr. Mead's thesis. It is clear from the beginning that Sue and her peers have broken with past conditioning regarding sexual codes (especially relating to petting) which have victimized preceding generations, and continue to distort the psyches of a large segment of American youth. Unlike the case of Carole, Sue regards the complete sexual act as normal (if not boring) and accepted teen behavior. In fact, oral sex to her and Joey breaks up the usual monotony of conventional intercourse. In the light of Dr. Mead's insights into dating and courtship behavior in our society, it is all too evident that this sort of sexual activity represents more of a reaction to past failures in child rearing, rather than a genuine individual freedom.
"That's what they called it, his running the motorcycle over the cliff and into the ocean. An accident! How can they be so dumb? And why is it such a disgrace to kill yourself? I suppose his parents felt guilty and all that.
"My first thought when I got the news was that I was sorry I hadn't been on the back of the bike. I know that sounds weird, but Joey had as much as invited me to die with him and I'd turned down the chance. As I thought about it, Joey became more and more of a hero in my estimation. Of course, all the other kids looked at it that way, too. Joey had done the only logical thing; the rest of us were cowards. We knew it wasn't because he thought his parents didn't love him or because he had personal problems. It was above all that. Nobody with any sense wants to live now. God, look at the world. If you had your choice of worlds, would you pick this one?
"Having been Joey's girl friend made me the high priestess of something-the mystic that was created around Joey's death. It was like being the widow of a hero.
"But it wasn't because Joey had actually done it that I tried to kill myself. It was after an event I've told no one about. I still don't understand it.
"There was this party for Joey on the one-month anniversary of the day he'd done it. The guys who'd considered themselves his friends got together and they invited me. No girls except me.
"There was a fire and the atmosphere was like some strange jungle ritual. Everybody sat around and talked about Joey and how wonderful he'd been. Then they started talking about me and how some of Joey's magic must have rubbed off on me. I refused to really believe that sort of thing, but I was flattered.
"As the evening wore on, things became stranger and stranger. Somebody said something about why didn't they all fuck Joey's chick, that Joey would want them to. I said no, that fucking wasn't what we did and they were all wide-eyed to find out, so I told them.
""The ordinary thing wouldn't do for Joey," I heard somebody say and there were echoes of agreement all around.
"So they decided they'd all do what Joey did. They'd eat my cunt. I don't really know if all of them did. The whole thing is very vague in my mind. I don't remember thinking that I was doing something wrong or feeling that I shouldn't do this. They made it seem like a kind of tribute to Joey.
"So I lay on the ground as one guy after another approached my naked cunt and lapped it. Some were doing it for the first time in their lives, I was sure. Some didn't really want to, but there was no way of getting out of it. I just lay there and closed my eyes, not seeing whose tongue it was. I just thought of Joey and when the laps of a tongue hit the right places I'd twitch and come a little. Every now and then I'd be close to really erupting into fantastic spasms the way Joey made me do, but it didn't happen. Instead, it was just one small spasm after another as all those guys came to me with their worshipful tongues.
"It was decided that I'd have to suck one cock and among them they chose the lucky guy who'd be Joey's representative. I closed my eyes and pretended the cock was Joey's, and it's amazing how much like his it really was. I teased and licked then sucked and worked the skin with my hand until the guy yelled and came in my mouth. They all watched me swallow his stuff and said I was some chick all right, no wonder I'd been the one Joey picked. I felt like a queen or something.
"I guess I was in some kind of daze, not only afterwards but while it was going on even. The whole gang was going to walk me home, but somebody reminded them that it would look as though we'd had a gang bang when it wasn't that way at all.
"I insisted I could get home just fine by myself and they believed me. I started walking, that's all I remember.
"I didn't want to go home. I was sorry that the party was over. I wanted to go on thinking about Joey, keeping him alive as a hero for us all.
"The rest is very vague. I remember running through the fog shouting 'Joey!" when someone grabbed me and put me in a strange car. I guess I just freaked out, trying to go back in time or something like that.
"It's probably better that I didn't go back to the local high school after what happened with all those guys. No, it doesn't shock me. Nothing shocks me, but a lot of people found out about it and didn't approve. They didn't realize that to us it meant something very different, just the way Joey's death meant something different. Nobody understands how our generation thinks, that's all."
The exclusive use of preference for oral sex in this case points to some interesting, unconscious psychological factors. First, it seems to indicate a deep-rooted aversion to the procreative function of sex; the attitude seems to be sex for the sake of sex. In addition, the widespread use of oral sex among the young is a type of rebellion in itself- the tasting of forbidden fruit. As we noted in the introduction, oral sex is still regarded as illegal in all fifty states. Secondly, Sue and Joey's oral techniques appear to be connected with what Freud called the "death wish." In Joey, there are rather overt expressions or tendencies quite clearly indicated even prior to his actual suicide. Sue has even felt a little remorse from time to time that she did not accept his offer of dual suicide.
Another way of looking at the problem (aside from the Freudian death wish idea) is in terms of sexual roles. In this country, these roles are often rigidly defined-so rigidly, in fact, that it has spawned the so-called Women's Liberation Movement. However, most sensitive males would agree that the roles established for them in society are as rigid and idealistic as those designed for women to follow. Margaret Mead points out that when the pattern is too tight, as this case definitely illustrates, then the way out is sometimes drastic.
... In every tightly patterned picture there will be some who will rebel, will commit suicide-if suicide is a culturally recognized way out-will become promiscuous or withdrawn or insane, or, if they are gifted, will become innovators of some variation in the pattern. But most of them will learn the pattern, alien though it be.
The above analysis by Dr. Mead seems to encompass most, if not all of the factors in this case. It is difficult to evaluate what the long term effect on Sue might be. A good deal would seem to depend on her ability to use her natural gifts in such a way as to help others to benefit by what she herself has discovered.
Chapter Five. An Expert At Sixteen
"You call it fellatio and cunnilingus, we call it eating pussy and getting head. Well, as long as you're keeping me anonymous, I'll tell you about my first time that way.
"I'd been dating Craig for a couple of weeks, and he asked me if I wanted to see 'Willard' at the drive-in the next weekend. I knew the drive-in was just another name for a passion pit. But nobody had ever asked me to make it there, so I looked forward to it. But did I get a surprise. I figured he'd want to make me on the back seat, but instead he just reached over and put my hand on his cock. I could feel it under his pants, hard and hot. My curiosity was aroused as I felt it.
"Would you like to see it?" he asked huskily.
"Alright," I replied.
"I fumbled around to find the zipper and then I slowly unzipped his pants. I reached in and tried to fish his prick out.
"Let me help you," he laughed,"it's so hard you'll never get it out that way." I was glad he decided to help, as the thing was so hard I was getting nowhere. He slid down his pants and pulled down his shorts and his old pecker flipped up. Instinctively, I reached for it. At the same time he reached for me. His hand went to my shoulder and he eased me over to his dong.
"Give me a head job," he breathed excitedly. I didn't know what he meant. I was just pulling on it, and then he made it plain. 'Suck on it, go ahead, get your mouth over it!"
"I thought I could never do it. But he wasn't going to be satisfied until I blew it for him.
"Come on, baby, I'm horny-you'll like it. Go ahead!" With the pressure from his hand pushing me down, down, down over his big, pulsating penis head, I finally was right over it. At that instant, he shoved. The huge, thick head was engulfed by my mouth.
"Take your time, baby, just take your time," Craig moaned. He told me how he wanted it and I was delighted to oblige. Hearing his husky voice increased my rising passion. I went up and down like a well-made machine, stroking Craig's perfectly proportioned ass while I sucked.
"Keep it up, baby, keep it up," he panted as I speeded up my sucking tempo. 'You can really suck a cock, baby," he gasped, thrusting his prick down my throat. He was so turned on his body was quivering. He raised his ass off the car seat, and begged,"Shove a finger up my asshole."
"As if hypnotized, I did everything he commanded. My finger slid up his quivering asshole, as my mouth went down on his throbbing cock.
"Oh, baby, that's it," he panted, guiding me with his hand grasping my head. I could feel the suction around the head of his joint building and building. And I could smell him and start to taste him. When I opened my eyes, I could see his curly pubic hair. I loved this intimate connection, and now I was crazy to eat his prick juice.
"Eat it, baby, ohhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming," he groaned in delight as he rammed his rod down my throat, unloading his hot sperm in my mouth. He held me in place, pulling out slowly as I continued sucking on him.
"As my mouth slid off his prick, I looked up at him and he sighed,"Oh, wow!"
"That was my first, but certainly not my last cocksuck. The next time we got together was at a Friday night party at Craig's house. His folks had gone away for the weekend and the first thing Craig did was throw a party to celebrate.
"We got together about eight-thirty at his place, and he had everybody well-trained. Each kid had to bring a bottle.
"About eleven o'clock, everybody was stoned out of his gourd, and Craig took me to his bedroom and locked the door.
"Oh, baby, we're going to swing tonight," he smiled as he came over to me and started kissing me passionately. Soon, we were on the bed, and he almost tore my clothes off. Before I knew what was happening, he had me bare-assed naked and throwing my legs up. He got down there between my legs and began licking on my pussy. I'd never felt anything like it.
"Oh, Craig, eat me, eat me," I begged, as his tongue shot up my vagina. Soon it was whipping around my clit, and I was reaching down to guide him.
"His hot tongue probed inside my pussy, giving me sexual thrills I never dreamed existed. I glanced over at the mirror to watch his head bobbing up and down as he ate my cunt. This stimulated me all the more.
"Suddenly, he lifted his head away from my snatch a moment, asking,"Lock your legs around my head, baby. I like the feel of them."
"I quickly locked my legs around his head, and he quickly tongued my box. The quicker he tongued, the more rapid my own motions became until I went wild with passion and shot inside his mouth, releasing the result of my pent-up sex energies.
"After catching my breath, I glanced at his hard prick. He took his tool in his hand and smiled.
"Let me suck on it," I said eagerly. Soon, he was straddling me, resting his balls on my breasts. He slipped his penis between my tits and began massaging them. The feel of his rock-hard cock between my soft tits was fantastic. He kept this up until I thought he'd pop his rocks. Then, he reached over for his drink. He took a long sip and laughed,"Baby, how about a hot and cold cock-suck?"
"A what?" I asked, not having any idea of what he was talking about.
"Lifting the glass to his lips and popping an ice cube in his mouth, he said,"You see what I'm doing-do the same thing."
"Reaching for my glass, I let an ice cube slip into my mouth. I held it there until he said,"Now release it and let me fuck your cool mouth."
"He held my head in place on the pillow and eased his penis slowly into my mouth.
"Ohhh, that's groovy," he panted,"I like a cold mouth for my hot prick!"
"His balls bounced on my chin as he slid his tool in and out of my mouth. The sensations were building. I was really enjoying it immensely. I glanced into the mirror and saw his huge shaft slipping in and out of my mouth. It did add a dimension of sexual excitement to see him giving it tome.
"Massage my butt while I feed you head," he grinned. My hands reached out to grasp his firm, round ass. While massaging, kneading and stroking his buttocks, I thrilled to his sliding penis.
"You're fantastic," he panted,"keep it up. Ohhh, baby, it's like a hot, velvet whirlpool sucking me down, down-ohhh, suck it-suck my cock. Faster, ohhh, yes-suck, suck, ahhhhhh!" The hot sperm flashed out of his penis into my mouth and I got a chance to really taste him this time. I found myself developing a real thing about come-I loved it!
"Suck it out, suck it all out, baby-go after the juice," he gasped as he continued thrusting his prick to me. In no time at all, it was over and he was sliding out of me. I hated to let him pull his penis out. I think he sensed this, too.
"You really know how to give a super suck," he patted me on the head. 'Maybe we should have Bill join us-would you like that?"
"Two cocks are better than one," I laughed.
"As I lay there, I couldn't wait for him to bring Bill in. I wondered just what it would be like to suck on another guy. Did they all have a big load of come? Did it all taste the same? I didn't have to wait long to find out. A moment later. Craig returned with Bill. Bill stripped in seconds, and hopped on the bed to join us.
"I'll suck your ass out," Craig smiled at me,"while you eat his ass out and finish giving him a head job!"
"All the different ways of doing it excited my imagination. I couldn't wait to find out how it would feel to have one stud eating my ass out, while I ate another stud's ass at the same time.
"We were lucky to have a king-size bed so all three of us could get in position for our sex.
"You sure have a sexy body," Craig said, playing with my ass and starting to lick away at it.
"I got in line with Bill's butt and he spread his legs invitingly for me, slipping a pillow under his ass.
"While you rim me," he smiled,"I'll jerk my cock and get it ready for you."
"My tongue swept all around his asshole on instinct. I guess some people just naturally dig sex this way. I enjoyed it most when I felt Craig's tongue sliding up my asshole as I thrust my tongue up Bill's quivering ass. He sure liked it, too.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh, I like it, I like it," he panted excitedly, as his hand pulled his penis, and my tongue shot in and out of his hot, tight asshole like a wild serpent.
"Suck my ass out," he cried aloud,"suck it out-beautiful! Rim it, baby, ohhhhh, yes-faster!
"Now the bed was thumping to our frenetic sexual romp. With Craig's tongue gliding quickly in and out of my asshole, my tongue thrusting up Bill's ass, and his hand pulling on his prick, we were really going to town.
"Suddenly, Bill gasped,"Better get your mouth on my joint! I'll drop my rocks if you don't-I can't stand it anymore."
"Swiftly, I tore my tongue out of his asshole, and he thrust his penis out to me. My mouth eagerly slipped over his cock and he rammed it to me. On cue, Craig changed his position so he had his mouth on my pussy, and he held his prick out for my hand. I grasped Craig's cock, and began jerking him off while I sucked on Bill's tool at the same time. Man, was this really sex!
"Bill's thick penis was throbbing now, and I knew he didn't have long before he came.
"Oh, baby," he panted,"massage my balls. Yes -yes. You know how to do it. Let your lower lip drag over my dick. Yes-now-just like that!"
"When I'd let my lower lip drag over the underside of his penis, I could tell he really got turned on all the way.
"Suck on it-ohhh, yes, cocksucker-suck, suck, suck that prick!"
"Now, Craig was turning on. When I'd pull real hard on his pecker, he'd thrust his tongue up my asshole and lash around my clit. All at once, I felt his teeth nibbling at my clit. I couldn't stand that for long. My cunt convulsed in orgasm as he sucked. I felt his penis shoot at the same time as I came. It was time to get Bill's cock off.
"He reached down when he saw Craig shooting, and made it. 'Oh, baby, suck me... suck my prick, suck it off!" he gasped, slamming his dong down my throat as the sperm flashed down my insides. I enjoyed the taste of him, and what a thrill it was to be eating head while my pussy was being eaten. I didn't pull off his dick until I'd drained it. Then, I slid off smoothly, and Bill just lay there, panting,"Oh, that was wild! You really are a head-job expert-oh! Wow!" he whispered, all out of breath.
"As Craig pulled his mouth off my snatch, he smiled. 'I told you she was good. I trained her."
"We split up and got dressed. Then we walked back into the living room to discover everything was a mess. A lamp had been broken, and a girl was tearfully picking up the pieces.
"Oh, my God!" exclaimed Craig. 'What in hell happened in here?"
"The girl tried to explain, but the guy she was with broke in and said,"Some smart-assed punk tried to play too rough, so I took care of him."
"After explaining they were sorry and offering to pay for the damage, they left. Craig said they didn't need to worry about anything, he would clean up the mess and try to explain the lamp to his mother.
"As it was getting late, Bill offered to take me home. Craig said that would be swell, and I didn't mind the idea any myself. Shit, I'd had a great evening of sex and I was just a little out of it right then.
"On the way to my place, it was obvious that Bill was getting hot and wanted another head job. I could see, even in the dimness of the car, that his pecker was growing to its large size. Not to mention the fact that he kept squeezing it with his hand. Finally, he came out with it. 'I'm getting horny again, Gloria. How about another blow job, baby?"
"Another time, Bill," I said, not looking in his direction. 'I'm so damned tired, I couldn't do you justice tonight. After all, it's almost two in the morning."
"The next night, Bill asked me out, to which I eagerly said yes. Bill was a handsome blond fellow who turned a lot of chicks on at our high school. He had a lot of chicks he could score with, so I thought I was lucky to go out with him.
"We drove around awhile, and then he found a deserted spot, parked the car and got out. He opened the trunk and took out a blanket. I had to laugh.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Oh, nothing," I told him. I could tell he knew I was chuckling because it was so obvious how well he'd planned the whole affair.
"I know just the spot," he enthused. 'Down by the little creek there's a clearing, and we just throw this blanket down and...."
"And what?" I asked teasingly.
"Fuck," he said, almost shouting.
"When he came to the babbling creek, sure enough there was a patch of ground where he could throw the blanket. Soon, we were lying on the blanket Frenching. His tongue had a way of flipping against my tongue that sent fireworks through my body. As I heated up, he began undressing me. It didn't take long before he had my bare tits on display. As his hands stroked and massaged them, he whispered,"Oh, I like to suck on these."
"He wasn't kidding. His mouth fastened on my tits, and soon he was sucking up a storm. I liked the feel of his suction-cup mouth as his tongue swept around my nipple.
"I held his head while he sucked on me, and soon he was making a tongue trail to my snatch. It was so wonderful to be out there on a warm, spring night with only the soft moonlight watching us.
"You're beautiful," he smiled at me. Getting to his feet, he took off his shirt, lowered his trousers and removed his shorts. And there to my wide-opened eyes what should appear but a hard, mouthwatering cock. I got to my knees and grasped it firmly in my hands.
"Do you want to eat this thing I got for you?" he asked playfully. Hell, there was no need for words-sure I wanted to eat that beautiful thing. But right then I got the strangest urge-I wanted to suck on his balls.
"Without asking, I lowered my head to his nuts and sucked one all the way into my mouth. I did it slowly so as not to hurt him, because I had heard that a guy's nuts are tender. This must have turned him on, because he groaned and half kneeled down. As I held his ball in my mouth, his hands roamed all over my neck and head.
"Oh, baby, you're too much," he panted. 'Man, do I dig that... yes, suck on my balls... suck away, baby."
"No sense in telling you that by then I was in the grips of strong, heart-throbbing passion. After I had sucked on each ball for a time, I was ready for that big rod of his. I let his nut drop from my mouth and reached for his tool. Holding it in my hand, I slid my mouth over its head.
"Suck me," he gasped. My tongue focused on his cock's head. Twirling my tongue around its smooth surface, I brought him to a peak of passion. But just as I was about to start the suction action, he stopped me.
"Oh, baby," he panted,"let's get on the blanket and try everything before I get my rocks off." He got down on all fours and bent over. 'Suck my ass out-will ya?" he asked boyishly. Placing my hands on his buttocks, I began licking all around his asshole.
"Ohhhh, that's wild," he panted,"I like it-rim
it good '
"As my wet tongue licked around his hot asshole, he began pumping his penis. Then, I spread his asscheeks, and really lit into his asshole with my stiffened tongue. My tongue jabbed up his hot, tight asshole so well that I had his ass quivering.
"Suck it! Ohhhhh, baby, suck that asshole," he murmured, as all inhibitions were abandoned and I let my tongue do its thing up there. It wasn't long before he flipped over, and said,"Let's try sixty-nine? You know, baby, you suck on me and I suck on you-democratic sex, baby!"
"It was wild and wooly. I found my face even with his big poker, and he was burying his face in my snatch at the same time. Soon, I had his tool in my mouth while I was massaging his balls.
"Now, he was doing his thing with his tongue on my pussy. He plunged in and out as I rode his dick, my head bobbing up and down as I glided down its slickened surface. Once again, I got so excited my body began quivering I was so eager to taste him, to feel that sperm shooting in my mouth while I fed him my pussy juice.
"He got a good grip on my ass and let his tongue fly. Quickly, I sucked on him, knowing the intense pleasure we were feeling couldn't last forever. Our tempos became one as I sucked him and he sucked me. This had to be the most fabulous sexual sensation possible. There was nothing dirty about doing this. It was intimate, beautiful, the most! And I really dug it!
"My clit stiffened to his tongue licking all around it. I liked it when he probed inside me, searching, thrusting, as anxious for me to come as I was for him to shoot his hot load into my mouth.
"Then, it happened. He jabbed it down my throat and with a couple of hard thrusts unloaded himself in me. It was a delicious, thick load, and it turned me on so much I climaxed in his mouth. He fastened himself to my snatch still tighter, and quickly licked it, sucked it, devouring me.
"When he pulled away, and I slid off his cock, he said,"You like to sixty-nine?"
"Oh, yes," I smiled. 'It's the best way."
"Then, we just lay there in the moonlight. After some time, I thought I heard something. 'Just a bird," Bill whispered, kissing the side of my cheek. But when more sounds persisted, he got up.
"Almost at the same time, two rough-looking guys came into the clearing. They came close to us and just stood there smiling.
"Mind if we join the party?" one of them asked roughly. Both Bill and I tried to cover up our nakedness with our hands. Bill sat up and I sort of rolled up in the blanket. I could see that Bill was disturbed and could have forced a fight, but I didn't want any trouble if at all possible.
"What do you guys want?" I asked boldly.
"You, baby," the second guy said. 'How about a piece of ass? I can fuck you while you suck my buddy off. Your friend can do whatever turns him on."
"I could see Bill tighten up, preparing himself to defend my honor. Man, that was a great feeling to have somebody stand up for you. 'Get lost!" Bill said sternly, reaching for his shorts and putting them on.
"We won't make any trouble if you share your chick with us, man." And no sooner had he said that than he and his buddy began taking their clothes off.
"Sure, let's have a fuck party," chimed in the other dude.
"I looked at Bill, winked and said,"I guess it's okay with us, right, Bill?"
"Soon the two dudes were naked and on top of me. I spread my legs for the one to get at my snatch, while the other stud dangled his hardening cock over my face. He rammed the thing in my mouth the minute it got hard, while the other guy was putting his rod into my wet pussy, still juicy from my first bout with Bill.
"Then, I noticed Bill. He was still in his shorts, as his stiffening penis pulled at the thin material. In a moment, his hand was probing for his cock. Once it was free, he began enjoying it. I didn't like the rough, crude way these two studs were forcing their fucks on me, but it was a lot better than causing a lot of trouble.
"You're good at it, sister," the guy sliding his dick into my mouth announced. 'You know how to give good head!"
"My experience with Craig and Bill was coming in handy now. I let my tongue slide around the slippery surface of his pecker's head. Then I'd let it slip out, dragging my lower lip over the underside of the glans. This really got him going.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he grunted excitedly. 'Keep that up-yes-yes-suck that cock!"
"It didn't take me long to keep the action going. I wanted to bring him to orgasm as quick as possible and get it over with.
"Eat it-eat that big prick," he panted, his body starting to sweat as his passion mounted. 'Ohhhh, let it all slide in-that's it-I'll throat-fuck you, ohhh, ahhh... yes... yes."
"Meanwhile, the other guy was thrusting his penis up my pussy. I gripped him tightly as he drove it up there. By giving him plenty of tight cunt action, I hoped I'd bring him to a scorching climax just as quick.
"Fuck me!" he stammered. 'Fuck me-grab that cock... yes... nice and tight, honey-ohhhh -right on!"
"Now, I could see that Bill was so hot and horny he had his prick out, and was pumping on it to the tempo of the cocksucking and fucking action going on before him.
"The guy with the cock in my mouth gasped and I could tell he was close to coming. Sure enough, it wasn't long before he began to lunge in and out faster than before. Shortly, I felt the hot sperm flash out of his dong and roll down my throat. At almost the same time, the guy shoving his cock in my pussy exploded his wad into my insides. While this was happening, I glanced at Bill just as his juice was shooting into the air and falling all over my belly. Wow, what a scene that turned out to be!
"I really didn't want to come myself, but I just couldn't help it. And as Bill's warm come hit my belly, I came in gushes all over the big stud's cock.
"The two studs got dressed, said thanks and left. Bill and I looked at each other, and smiled. 'Hell," I said,"that wasn't all that bad, was it?" I asked quietly, hoping that his answer would be the same. It was-he had really enjoyed the whole show.
"We dressed and walked back to the car as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened that evening. But inside my head the wheels were grinding away. I knew I really dug the orgy scene, but even more, I dug the oral part more than the actual fucking. Was I turning into an oral nympho?"
The previous case histories cited in this study have excluded abnormal or deviant behavior. We have, through our research into such classic investigations as Kinsey, Caprio, Van De Velde and others, reached the conclusion that oral sex techniques are not only normal, but, in a significant number of cases, prove beneficial in aiding couples to find greater happiness through sexual compatibility.
After a series of more or less typical adolescent dates which included various forms of petting with progressive stimulation, the subject was introduced to the practice of oral sex, a practice which she claims she immediately enjoyed with no aversion whatsoever. In fact, the subject was experiencing sexual precocity which is not uncommon among females of the age of sixteen. Nevertheless, it is still too early to determine if the subjects will identify herself solely as a heterosexual or pursue bisexual activity. In discussing Wilhelm Stekel's bisexual neurosis theory (The Female Homosexual), Frank Capiro points out some factors which are definitely pertinent to the understanding of this case:
... Stekel found that sexual precocity was a common factor in the life histories of many lesbians and male homosexuals. He concluded also that sexual inversion was an outgrowth of certain attitudes which become determined either early in life or manifest themselves relatively late in life.
Continuing our discussion of the relationship of Gloria's case to current psychoanalytic theory, we come to Bergler's theory of oral regression. This important theory not only relates to the subject but might also be generally applicable to all the cases examined so far. Bergler's theory, as explained by Caprio, says:
... Bergler's theory of Oral Regression, or what he calls the "Mechanism of Orality," asserts that "every child has to cope with the facts of weaning from the bottle or breast." The normal person overcomes the trauma of weaning by denying its dependence on the mother and by consoling himself, in the case of the male, that he has on his own body an organ similar to the withdrawn breast or bottle, that is, the penis..... According to Bergler, "the sexual practice of lesbians center chiefly around cunnilingus and breast sucking, both pointing in the infantile direction; mutual masturbation with penis-games are centered around the clitoris, unconsciously identified with the nipple...."
In Caprio's critique of the above psychoanalytic theories, the author states that
the Oral Regression concept of Bergler is a very applicable one to many cases of lesbianism, particularly those who prefer cunnilingus to all other forms of sexual gratification. Ernest Jones, as far back as 1927, found that lesbianism was traceable to "an unusually intensive oral eroticism and an unusually strong sadism."
However, if we put aside the psychoanalytical approach, and look at the case more or less from an existential point of view, we see that the subject does not show any guilt symptoms resulting from her sexual activities. Although one might deduce that a certain amount of neurosis must be present when the subject engages in such unrestrained sexual activity, this does not seem to follow in Gloria's case. In fact, the subject is extremely feminine, and feels herself "made for love" with no distinction, as we shall see, to the sex of her partners.
"That very night, after Bill had taken me home, I got out the medical book my mother had, and I looked up the word 'nymphomania." Well, I couldn't understand all of what was said there, but I did get the part which read,"uncontrollable sex desire in a woman." The more, I read about it, the more convinced I became I might be a nymphomaniac.
"In the days that followed, I decided I must try to keep sex urges under control. Even when Craig asked me for a date, I turned him down with some lying excuse.
"By the time the following weekend rolled around, I began to wonder if I could hold out much longer without releasing these sex urges, which, by now, were really building up in me. I figured if I could go out with a guy who wasn't horny or hot it would be safe. That's when little Roy called me.
"Roy was about the shyest guy in school, and I figured I'd be safe enough with him. He invited me to a birthday party Saturday night. Now, this was the kind of date I felt I could have and not get wrapped up in sex all night. I really didn't want to be called nympho. As we started to the party, I felt sure I could control the scene, especially with a timid boy like Roy.
"The party was a blast. That is until Susan suggested we pair off and go into the bedrooms.
"I want to leave," I told Roy firmly.
"Me too," he nodded, and we both left. So did some of the other kids, and I was glad. But on the way home Roy asked shyly,"What do you think they're doing now?"
"Well, what do you think?" I laughed.
"I suppose they're having sex," he said timidly.
"Something about the innocent way he said it got me really excited. I got the sudden, almost uncontrollable urge to have Roy screw me. But I knew he'd never suggest it. He drove on for a while. Then I smiled at him. 'If two people like each other, I guess there's nothing wrong with it."
"No," he replied quietly,"I guess not!"
"You know, I'd like to have you kiss me," I suggested softly. He picked that up quickly. 'Well, okay-but where?"
"Find a place to park where nobody will see us." He nodded, and silently drove on. Finally, he turned up into a side road, and before long he stopped the car.
"This place is as good as any," he said, turning around to look. We were in an out-of-the-way place where nobody could see us. Then, I moved over to him as his arm wrapped around me swiftly.
"It didn't take him long to press his lips to mine, and it didn't take me long to feel his penis. Sure enough, he was as hard as a rock. Suddenly, the urge hit me to give him a head job. But I didn't want to be the one to suggest it. He had to. I pressed his cock lightly, and he pushed up. Our tongues continued lashing against each other as we Frenched.
"Pulling away, he smiled down at me,"You really turn me on, Gloria! I mean-really!"
"You really know how to kiss," I returned.
"Do I?" he smiled, eager to hear some compliment over his sexual manliness. There was a pause, then he said,"Ohhh, I wish you could do something for me."
"Like what?"
"Glancing down at his pants where my hand was massaging his penis, he grinned. 'Get me off."
"Without saying a. word, I began unzipping his pants. It didn't take long before I had his hard cock out. Roy might have been a shy kid, but you'd never know it to look at his penis. It was thick and hard, pulsating in my hand.
"Jerk me," he begged excitedly. My hand began pumping on his prick. As I stared at it, hypnotized, I got the sudden urge to blow him. Why shouldn't he experience good sex? Even at the risk of making him think I was too aggressive, I bent over his penis and lightly licked just the head of it with the tip of my tongue.
"Ohhhh," he gasped passionately. 'Keep doing that!" I had him now. I didn't need worry about a thing. He wanted it, and wanted it bad. And I wanted to do it! I bent over and took the head of it in my mouth. As I sucked on it, I felt him thrusting. Soon his hands were on my head, guiding me down over his dong.
"Suck that cock," he panted excitedly. 'Ohhhh, baby, suck me."
"The same old passionate fire that gripped me when I went down on Craig the first time hit me again. I began fishing inside his shorts for his nuts so I could massage them. He accommodated me by unbuttoning his belt and sliding down his pants and pulling his shorts down.
"Ohhh, I like that, I like that," he panted as I sucked away. I was sure he was a virgin suck and this made it all the more exciting.
"Suck it-suck it off," he gasped in delight as I began using my tongue on his head. Licking his cock all over with my tongue, I'd slide down to the base of his prick. I was learning how important it was to keep the suction action sustained so his body would vibrate when I did it just right. Even the smell of him down there excited me. Maybe I was a nymphomaniac, but at this moment I didn't care what they called me.
"Ohhhh, that's fantastic! I never knew it could be like this, Gloria," he moaned as his penis slid down my throat in one final thrust. 'Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, that's it-suck me-I'm coming," he panted as he pushed it to me. The hot sperm splashed down my throat and I held tight. I didn't ever want to release him it felt that good. At last, I let him slide out of me, and he just leaned back with that contented and happy look on his face..
"You tasted good," I told him bluntly.
"You know how to do it just right," he smiled.
"I'd gotten so turned on sucking him I'd come myself. He just leaned back, totally relaxed- maybe for the first time in his life. Finally, he pulled his shorts back, got his pants on and drove me back home. I didn't feel I'd done anything I shouldn't. After all, we only produced pleasure for each other and nothing can be wrong with that.
"The next week during lunch break at school, I decided I d get to know Betty. She was a blonde chick with flashing blue eyes that I'd heard did a lot of screwing around-sometimes for money. A lot of the girls stayed away from her, but that didn't mean she got lonely. There were always a bunch of boys crowding around Betty, and I envied her every one of them.
"When we did meet, I complimented her on her clothes, and she invited me to go home with her after school one night. When she was showing me her clothes in her bedroom, she looked at me strangely and said,"You know you're a beautiful chick!""
"You think so?" I asked rather surprised.
"I know so," she insisted, her eyes aglow. 'Matter of fact, I could get jealous of you. For example, I'll bet you could fill this swimsuit out better than I could. You've got the boobs for it-why don't you try it on?"
"Oh, no-it would look great on you."
"Try it on," she insisted, starting to unbutton my blouse. It was a beautiful two-piece white bikini and I knew it was just the sort of thing I'd look good in. So, I slid out of my things and got into the swimsuit. Of all things, Betty stripped and put on another swimsuit, a gaudy purple thing that didn't flatter her figure one bit.
"As I was taking my swimsuit off, she just stared at my naked breasts.
"What are you looking at?" I questioned nervously.
"Your beautiful breasts," she smiled.
"What's so beautiful about them?"
"They don't sag," she explained,"not one bit."
"Glancing down I could see the cleavage prevented any sag. It was true. I studied her breasts. They were smaller, and they did hang a little. She came over to me, wrapped her arms around me and whispered,"God, but you're beautiful!"
"Suddenly, I felt the sexual electricity flashing through my body. I felt a tingling sensation in my pussy, and I began to moisten. She caught this response in my eyes, and her lips pressed against mine. My mouth just opened and let her tongue touch my tongue and soon we were Frenching.
"Why don't we make love?" she asked softly.
"Oh, you're wrong about me," I gulped,"I-I can't do anything with another woman."
"But you are," she laughed lightly,"I'm turning you on and you're enjoying it."
"No doubt about it, I was enjoying it. Maybe I was a nymphomaniac-uncontrolled passion on two sexy legs. Why should I resist what nature had made of me?
"Okay," I smiled, and walked over to the bed and slid out of the bikini bottoms. She peeled off hers and we stood naked in front of each other. I had no idea what she intended to do. We got on the bed, and then we were in a sixty-nine position. Her tongue was licking at my slit. I let my tongue flip out and start to lick hers.
"It was funny to be having sex with another woman, but I didn't see anything wrong with it. As a matter of fact only a woman knows for sure how it all feels. Her tongue invaded my snatch, and probed about. I let my tongue flip up her pussy and soon we were both going to town.
"She knew how to eat pussy better than any boy that had ever eaten me. I liked the way she alternately made a suction-cup action on my clit, and nibbled on it. She didn't keep either one up long enough to make me climax. This kept me on the verge of sexual ecstasy.
"I tried duplicating her tongue expertise. Before long, I knew her tongue tricks and I realized what a difference it made when somebody eats your pussy if they know where it's at. At last, the hot excitement exploded and I gushed in her mouth. Eagerly, she sucked it, and then I got her juices flooding my waiting mouth. We were on target.
"When we pulled away from each other, she smiled. 'You're beautiful-you really are."
"I never enjoyed it so much before."
"Stick with me and we'll have some good times together," she winked.
"Like what?"
"Orgy action," she grinned. 'That's when it's fun. When you have a lot of guys eating you, and you're eating a lot of head-you develop a taste for it."
"Do you?"
"Definitely," she smiled proudly. 'I can tell you which cats give good prick juice-some of them are thick and creamy-that's good. I don't go for the thin stuff."
"I assured her I was most eager to live a little and find out what a real orgy was all about. That free-for-all fuck I'd had with those two studs down by the creek certainly couldn't be considered an orgy, at least I hope the real thing was different -much different. I needed to know what an orgy was like where everybody was fucking and sucking.
"Betty told me about a college orgy to be held the following Saturday night. I wanted to know more, but she said that would all come later. I certainly agreed to go, and I could hardly wait until Saturday rolled around.
"I was to meet Betty at her place and we would go to the orgy together. It was to be at eight o'clock, which reminded her that her folks would be home at any minute now, so we hurried and got dressed.
"When I was in my own bed that night, the vivid memories of the exciting events of that day kept coming back to my mind. I had to reach down and play with my pussy, it was so excited and twitching. It was wet from the excitement of the forthcoming events next Saturday night.
"Saturday did arrive, and I got all dressed up in my sexiest outfit. When I got to Betty's place, a yellow convertible was parked in the driveway. A nice-looking older guy answered my knock at the door.
"You must be Gloria," he said as he showed me in. 'My name is Frank-glad to meet you."
"Hi, Frank," I smiled. Frank seemed to be in his twenties and that pleased me greatly. The younger guys, dudes my own age, were so childish and immature about most things. It turned me on to be with someone who had maturity and class, as well as a nice yellow convertible.
"Betty was ready, so the three of us went to the car, and away we went. Man, was I excited about the whole evening. I could hardly wait to see what kind of action was going to take place. And if the other guys there were anything like this Frank sitting next to me-wow! I mean it was going to be an evening to remember all my life.
"When we had driven quite a distance I began wondering where we were going.
"It's a beautiful night tonight, isn't it?" Betty smiled.
"Sure is," Frank nodded, then turning my way asked,"How's everything?"
"Just fine," I said smoothly, trying desperately not to show a trace of the nervousness I felt. Finally, he pulled into the S-- Motel parking lot and drove all the way to the back. In the most remote corner, he parked. He'd parked as close as he could to the motel room and when I walked in I got the shock of my life. All of the studs were naked! I could hardly believe my eyes. There were ten of them. And there was booze all over the place.
"Gloria, meet the boys-and you all know Betty," Frank shouted.
"Hi, Gloria," they chorused, and then they greeted Betty. Automatically, Betty took off her clothes and I figured I might as well follow suit, so off came my outfit. Soon we were both standing there naked. Frank stripped down to nothing, too. One fellow handed me a drink.
"I don't drink," I told him.
"You better, honey-you'll need something."
"As I looked at the ten big pricks standing around eager and anxious-I thought maybe he was right. I gulped it down.
"Oh, not so fast," Frank insisted. 'Drink it slow and easy, baby."
"A big, husky blond kid was putting up some card tables and pushing the beds together. Soon, four guys were at each bed, and with two chairs, one man sat at each side. A sheet covered the two card tables.
"We've got a little game we're going to play tonight," Frank explained. 'You chicks will get under the table and suck our cocks. If the guy who is getting his cock sucked gives it away by his expression, then he must eat pussy while the other studs watch. Now, let's spread out so there is plenty of room so you can't tell who is being sucked."
"The men spaced themselves so there would be room enough to allow a girl to blow one guy without the other guy knowing. I crawled under the card table and tried not to bump into Betty. It was a funny feeling to pick out a prick out of all those guys, and then suck on somebody whose face I couldn't see. But this was their game, and I figured I might as well go along with it.
"I saw one black stud whose long, black shaft turned me on. I'd never had anything to do with a black guy, so I figured this would be my chance.
"I grasped his tool firmly in my hand and crouched at his crotch. I had to be careful so my head wouldn't lift the light card table where he was sitting as that would give away our sucking secret.
"I pulled his cock down so I could get it into my mouth. His thighs gripped me and I felt a surge of sexual excitement flashing through my body as I slipped my mouth over his penis.
"Somehow, the depersonalization of the cock-suck added a whole new dimension of excitement. The only way we had to communicate was with our sex organs; my mouth slid up and down his rod, and he thrust it to me.
"Reaching down, I massaged his huge black balls. This fired him up. He really began ramming it to me. Now, I was enjoying myself. I couldn't wait for him to shoot his load so I could taste him. I wondered how his come would taste. He thrust it down my throat, and suddenly he gasped aloud,"Ohhhh, suck me-suck me-suck that cock-ahhhhhhh, baby, suck it!"
"The hot cum squirted down my throat. I didn't even get a chance to taste him it happened so fast. But he'd given it all away when he cried out as he came.
"Okay, Ty," Frank declared,"you've got to eat her pussy in front of us all!"
"I came out from underneath the tables, and got up on the bed. Slipping a pillow under my hips I threw my legs up and around the black guy's neck. He was a nice-looking stud and I couldn't wait to feel his hot tongue lashing away at my snatch. It didn't take long. His horny, big black prick didn't go down as his long, hot tongue stabbed my gash.
"Reaching down, I guided his head over my pussy. His tongue stabbed away excitedly, and I thought I'd go out of my mind. Burying his black head in my snatch, he probed around inside me with his talented tongue. Nibbling at my clit, he quickly brought me to a tremendous orgasm. As I gushed, his mouth sucked it in.
"He dug it when my fingers clawed into his head while he sucked away on me. When he pried his face off my snatch, Frank suggested we get on with the 'guess-who's-getting-head' game.
"Back under the table, I realized it was up to me to do all I knew how to make sure the man didn't give away his sexual excitement during the blow job. So, I tried to restrain myself. The next guy was hairy. I crawled between his legs, grasping his penis in my hand and slowly started sucking. He was eager to shoot, and I had to slow him down or he'd give it away.
"I managed to maneuver my mouth around his tool so I could silently suck him off. He quietly unloaded a good-sized load of come into my mouth. I sucked him dry. I moved on to the next one, but then I heard another guy gasping,"Suck it -suck it, cocksucker-suck it off!" The guys broke up laughing when their buddy couldn't restrain himself from Betty's mouth.
"I pried myself off the man's dick I was eating, and got out from under the table. Betty was anxious to have her guy suck her pussy while the others watched. It was exciting to see, and I found my pussy getting moist from just watching.
"Our little game continued until I came to one stud who had coated his cock with honey. I almost giggled when I tasted the honey which I'd enjoyed licking. I managed to control myself and gave him a good head job without him giving one thing away. After that, I figured we'd be through. Instead, they pushed the two tables away, and Frank said,"Now, each chick will get on a bed and the guys will give her some good tongue action!"
"This was like nothing I'd ever experienced. With one guy sucking away on each tit, one guy eating my ass out and the other guy eating away at my snatch, I was really enjoying myself. Frank straddled my face, dangling his balls on my chin.
"Suck my nuts, baby," he smiled, letting one nut fall in my mouth. Eagerly, I sucked on him. Then he told me to suck on the other one. Releasing the one, I sucked on his other big ball. Now, his cock was hot and ready. I gripped it, guiding it into my mouth. He looked down at me and smiled excitedly,"Oh, wow-isn't this tremendous!"
"As his huge penis head was engulfed by my mouth, I had to admit it was tremendous. He slid it out, then in, and I watched its slickened surface, enjoying it immensely. Suddenly, it touched the back of my throat, and he was still ramming. I thought I'd choke on it, but he managed to pull back, let me catch my breath, and then drive it down again.
"I writhed in sexual ecstasy as I felt my body vibrating to the wild sexual frenzy of a mouth over both breasts, a tongue driving up my asshole, and a mouth fastened to my pussy. As Frank built his pace, I threw my pelvis up to match the timing of his cock-thrusts.
"Ohhh, baby, suck it off-go after that juice," he panted, as he exploded in my mouth. At the same second, I came too, gushing and throwing my arms around his buttocks as I pulled him tighter to me. When he finally slid his prick out, and the fellows pulled their mouths off my body, I had to admit the orgy trip was wild fucking all right.
"After that first time, Betty and I made quite a few parties. I tried everything. But there was always something I liked best about sucking on a guy's dong or having him eat my pussy. Perhaps it's because it's the most intimate and personal connection possible between two humans. Oral sex really appeals to me.
"I'd say about ninety percent of the kids I know are doing it. Sure, they do everything else! But lots of times they like to start going down on each other. It sort of sets the mood for what's to follow.
"Lots of guys tell me they can pop their rocks when they get their ass sucked. I guess it is kind of wild to do all that stuff, but maybe that's the attraction."
Gloria's sexual development may seem unusually rapid and precocious, but it does parallel a good many other cases we have observed in the last few years. Her I.Q. is actually above average, almost in the "gifted" category, which might partially explain her strong desire to seek friends, social intercourse, etc., among college students. A good deal of her sexual activities are directly traceable to feelings of boredom, both at home and among her peer group.
With regards to the sexual games, orgies, etc., described by the subject, it would appear that such activities do not constitute abnormal behavior; in fact, a review of the personal ads of some of the so-called "underground" newspapers clearly indicates how common the practice of group sex is becoming. A predominant feature of most group sex encounters seems to be the use of oral sex techniques in some form of a show, where spectators discourse with the participants. The purpose of this, in most cases, is to increase the sexual excitement of the group as a whole. An interesting study might be made in which the rise of sexual freedom groups, mate swapping and the like is compared to the concurrent rise in the practice of oral sex techniques.
If Gloria is able to more closely identify her gratification sexually with accepted forms of intercourse, she should have little trouble adjusting to adult life. If, however, her bisexual activities continue, she may have conflicts which will need the assistance of a trained analyst.
CONCLUSION
We have established throughout this discussion that the practice of oral sex by many young people is not in itself a cultural disease.
Just as the alcoholic attempts to cure his insecurity by drinking, so the new "oral cultist"-fed by an extremely oral conscious advertising industry-attempts to solve the problems inherent in an overpopulated and incredibly alienated environment. As the alcoholic creates new problems for himself by drinking, so the new wave "sexaholic" will inevitably create problems, some of which we have touched upon in this report, i.e., the rising venereal disease rate.
In addition to the V.D. problem, sexual freedom also tends to depersonalize sexual experience. This problem arose in one form or another in practically every case examined in this study. However, for the most part, oral practices among the young have served the valuable function of tearing away old and psychologically crippling taboos, allowing many to experience-probably for the first time in our culture-a guilt-free and joyful approach to mature sexual relations. Remarking on this aspect of the sexual revolution, Albert Ellis observes in his and Albert Arbarbanel's Encyclopedia of Sexual Behavior:
As we enter the closing phases of the twentieth century, a curious semireversal of the Eastern and Western attitudes toward coitus seems to be taking place. At least among the highly educated, intelligent, and widely read classes of English-speaking society, an unusually liberal attitude toward extravaginal coital relations has been and is still spreading: so that it may be confidently predicted that by the close of the present century an individual in these classes will be considered neurotically inhibited and to some degree sexually deviant if he does not at times spontaneously and joyfully engage in all forms of heterosexual coitus, vaginal as well as non-vaginal.
Perhaps Ellis is correct when he concludes that we are entering a new sexual era; this "new morality" will demand and, indeed, reward promiscuous behavior rather than condemn and victimize the sexual libertine. However, we feel that this kind of conclusion is a bit premature. Social mores, styles of fashion and philosophy have a habit of swinging back and forth in waves of revolution and reaction. A young person today, fighting for unrestrained sexual freedom as well as liberal drug and draft laws, may be considered hopelessly degenerate, frivolous or out-of-date by a future generation heaving in the throes of some puritanical or religious frenzy.
But, until that hypothetical generation comes along (so far, no one is predicting that it will) the game is still stimulation, and oral stimulation seems to be the most preferred game among the under-thirty players. In our analysis of the various psychological and social aspects of oral sex, we must not overlook the physical.
For both male and female, the genital kiss has provided an intense source of sexual pleasure, a pleasure which had captivated literary genius and imagination since the beginning of history. Books dealing with the subject of sexual technique from ancient times to the present extol the delights that this form of lovemaking affords. Whether it be the Kama Sutra or Ideal Marriage, the theme remains the same-that of obtaining for active and passive partners alike the utmost in sensual gratification. In this activity more than any other, man is able to transcend for the moment the problems of his world; to give without motive and to receive in the same way the most intimate physical closeness possible. Theodore Van De Velde puts it this way:
In this more evolved and richer harmony of relationship, the use and enjoyment of genital stimulation and the genital kiss will depend wholly on inclination, temperament, individual sensibility and practice of both partners. They may be enjoyed alternately or sometimes simultaneously.
For in every form of sport or art, every adept makes full use of every aspect and possibility, in order to perfect and vary his achievement. He neglects neither the grand effects nor the delicate details. And so, how should it be otherwise in the art of love which is the richest and subtlest of all?
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