I was sitting at my desk daydreaming and sucking on a yellow-painted, wooden pencil that I used to absent-mindedly poke away at my lips.
Suddenly a rough, bony finger forced its way in between my lips.
You know, I didn't even look up. I just sucked, I pretended the fleshy pad of his finger was cock. I slurped it deeper into my warm, moist orifice. I traced his fingernail with my tongue, then pushed up under the nail to see if I could force it back.
A real, alive, twitching prick pressed urgently into the soft flesh of my armpit through several layers of clothing. I wanted to turn and lure his cock into my mouth, then and there, despite the other girls all around me clattering away at their keypunch machines.
I dropped my head back to see my assailant. As I did so, I realized that my jaws had parted further and that my tongue had become a soft, moist worm lying submissively along the side of his finger.
"Richard!" I gasped.
"You need more than a piece of wood between those lovely lips of yours, baby."
His voice was low, hard, sneering. A flattop of reddish blond hair framed a tight, arrogant face. His conventional office dress of a white shirt, thin, grey sports jacket and a cheap, thin, dull black and blue striped tie was transformed into the sheath of a walking, horny harden. Richard had the reputation of being the office stud and a son-of-a-bitch, and I could see why.
"What do you want?"
His spear ground into my shoulder blade.
"Files on O'Malley Wire and Cable Company," was his reply.
I handed him the manila folder. He jerked them out of my fingers, wheeled, and was gone.
I spent the rest of the afternoon hitting the wrong keys and staring out the window.
When five o'clock came, the other girls picked up their things and passed through the door in groups of two and three. I didn't want to leave. Richard's hardon kept passing in a wave through my mind and into my mouth. With my left hand I held up papers and pretended to busy myself with them. The fingers of my right hand ripped through the hole in the pocket of my skirt, slid over my bare thigh, pushed under the elastic of my panties, and found the beginning of the slit in my furry mound. I pressed down on my engorged clit, then began a steady, intense circular motion, confident that the movement of my masturbation was hidden by the broad, metallic fortress of my desk.
"Working late, aren't you, Lois?" came a deep voice from the blind area just back of my head.
His voice was heavy with the sneer of a meaning. I knew he'd caught me. I cursed the silence of thick carpeting and the blush I felt creeping across my face. I pulled my ringer out of my pussy and turned to him.
"The work I'm doing now is because of you."
"Come on, I'll take you home."
Richard's thin lips hardly moved as he spoke, but I knew they'd feel good on my open, throbbing pussy. I felt my body trembling and I couldn't move.
He held out his hand to me. His first gentlemanly act with me. I took it gratefully and pulled myself up.
"Eighty-one June Street, Greenwich Village," I told the cabbie.
We began the cab ride in silence. I found myself avoiding his eyes and staring at the spurts and braking of the heavy sea of rush hour traffic all round me, Brightly painted cars were narrowly missing each other. His hand found the sensitive flesh of the upper part of my thigh. His touch was probing, insistent, sure of itself.
"Richard, I don't want you to fuck me."
Turning, I caught the lines of his face deepening into the beginning of anger.
"What I really want is to suck you off."
His tight face and hand relaxed and he chuckled.
"That's the kind of a broad I thought you were."
His ringers found the bottom of my belly and I quivered. His answer had been noncommittal, but I hoped we'd established an understanding.
I wanted to feel the pulsations of his tool in ray mouth so badly that I couldn't think any more.
Going upstairs to my apartment, the cleaver of his hand reached from behind to nudge the cheeks of my ass. I jumped and giggled.
The next thing I knew we were standing face to face in my bedroom.
Richard moved forward. His lips plastered themselves onto mine. A melting feeling washed over me, from my groin to my limbs. My mouth opened to him.
His strong arms came around me and I sank onto him. His lips grazed down the long sweep of my neck and found the valley above my collarbone. As they rested there, his tongue came out and began to explore me in a circular movement. My skin drew into a delicious tightness.
I held his back and his head.
"You're setting my whole body on fire, Richard. I love it."
His hot breath on my skin answered me.
I ran my tongue over my own lips. I felt his short hair, then his ear, and began to nuzzle at it. I sucked at his lobe, until the urge hit me, and I plunged my moist spear juicily into his waxy well. I tasted an intimate bitter sweetness. I knew I was getting to him by the groans he was making.
I felt his hands at the buttons of my blouse. The cotton material slid back and my shoulder was bare. His hands slid over my white skin to the fleshiness of the top of my chest.
"Richard, kiss me more," I implored him.
His tongue left a moist trail over my Adam's apple and the softness under my chin. He wandered over the surface of my parted lips, then moved into the wet cavern of my mouth. His tongue was a serpent, wriggling and squirming on its way over my teeth, the bridge of my mouth, and back to the edge of my throat.
I wanted to do him. Now. I started with the top buttons of his shirt. My fingertips appreciated the light hair of his chest and tickled his flat nipples into their tiny fullness.
The hard pressure of his cock pushed at the mound of my cunt. I fumbled at his fly in my haste to release him.
His rampant member sprang out, full and hard. I cupped it with my palm from underneath and began to stroke it, slowly, back and forth. His cock was long and slender, hot and hard. I found his veins with my fingertips. They were way out, bursting and throbbing. I traced their path back to the hairy, sweaty base of his lance.
"Lois, find the hole in the front of my prick."
I found it and pressed with my thumb. That turned him on more. His pelvis moved in little jerks as his cock slid through my palm. He was fucking my hand. I wondered if he was about to come all over my hand and arm.
I pulled back from him.
"Richard, I want to blow you so much. Would you let me do that?" I begged.
His eyes blinked back into focus and he stared at me through narrowed slits. His hair is so light that it's hard to see his lashes, and it gives his eyes this cold, unblinking reptilian look. He studied me, then nodded.
"I'd like that, Lois. Come on, suck my cock!"
"I will. Let's get these clothes off first."
He slipped off his shirt while I undid his belt buckle. I slid his pants down, and went down with them. His cock was right there, all bobbing and red before my eyes, but I wasn't quite ready to take it yet.
I gave him a light push, and he fell backwards onto the bed. I yanked his shoes off without bothering to untie them, then his socks, and finally his pants came over his feet so rapidly that I almost fell over backwards.
He sat before me on the .edge of the bed, bare, his elbows on his knees. I knelt, fully clothed, at the opening of the circle of his limbs. I sniffed shamelessly at the light, masculine aroma of slightly stale sweat.
His body was pale, lean, and wiry. Though he was bent over, only a thin fold of skin came out from the thin, muscular columns of his belly.
I held his cock in toy hand, inches from my eager mouth, and addressed it.
"You are my god and my religion. I worship you. This is my prayer."
At last! I was down on him. His cock had filled my mind for hours, and now it was name!
My tongue reached: out and flicked his red glans, once. He quivered. I slid my wet lips slowly over his round, red point. They went down into a slight depression, then spread out to encompass his flaring, tight corona and the pulsating, red vein that encircled it.
His balls hung down seductively from his hairy nest and I reached up to cup them with my hand. I jiggled them and even pulled lightly at them while I slid my lips up and down his shaft.
His hands reached around the back of my head. The insides of his thighs moved intimately in around the flesh of my cheeks.
"Oooooh, Lois," he gasped, "you're so good. I love to feel my cock in a warm, wet place. You're doing so much with your lips and your tongue."
My crotch was burning and tingling, and when I heard his praise, the juices started to flow between the already sopping lips of my pussy.
Now I found the little hanging fold of skin right behind the head of his cock. No man ever resisted it when I played with that, it has always been my secret turn-on button. I traced its outline with my tongue, flicked it about, then began to knead it heavily.
I was getting hotter and limper all the time, I was full of the delicious, swooning passivity that precedes my climax. I felt my own pelvis begin to gyrate with the same in and out motion I was using on his cock.
I sensed his stillness. He was stuck on his own plateau, without the usual in and out motions a man makes as they fuck my mouth while I suck them.
I became over-anxious, wanting to bring him along on my own dizzying journey. I grazed his shaft with my teeth, then began nibbling harder and harder up and down his length. I took his cock in my hand and placed his sensitive head back between my wisdom teeth. I began opening and closing on it, dying to increase his sensation in any way possible.
He took my head in his hands, detached it from his cock, and his intense eyes burned deeply into mine.
"Lois, I need you!"
He pulled me to my feet and began to strip me. His hands were like those of an experienced surgeon, speedy yet incisive. No wasted motion, no fumbling at my bra strap.
My white tits popped out and bounced before his eyes. He pinched one nipple, and I felt it tickle and jut out.
"Not a bad pair," he commented. "Shaped like a heavy cone that sags a bit in the middle, just enough to turn me on and to thrust that saucy, red nipple up in my face!"
He lowered his mouth onto one of my pert tips. I felt blood rush into my nipple, and the whole thing grew and stretched until I could feel it pulling all the way down in my stomach.
His mouth popped off my nipple-then clamped onto the other one.
"Oh, Richard," I blurted out, "that feels so good!"
He sucked harder, and his lovely, greedy, slurping noises filled my little room.
His hand moved up between my legs. I spread my thighs so that he could work his hand all the way up to my hot cunt. Soon he had my cunt in his hand and was rubbing the tender folds of skin that lay there.
His other hand unfastened my skirt. I jerked around crazily and playfully with my hips until my useless garment slipped down my legs to the floor. I hooked my thumb in my panties, slid them down a ways, then did another happy gyrating dance, rubbing my thighs together and bouncing and spreading the cheeks of my ass until my panties fell into a puddle of silk on the floor.
I was fully nude, now, and so was he. We faced each other across two feet of space, sizing each other up.
I climbed up onto the bed and jumped down onto the springs on my back. I jiggled and rocked slowly to a halt.
"Here I am, Richie!" I cried out playfully. "Come and get me! What's the matter, you shy?"
He came onto me wordlessly and covered me with his body.
"Richard," I dared. "I want you to suck my pussy!"
He frenched me long and deeply. I thought he was pretending not to hear me, or that he was another one of those fucked up men who think it's dirty to eat twat.
Then his mouth began a slow descent over the soft curves of my body. He tongue trailed over the creamy smoothness of my tits, across my ribs, and over the slight outward curve of my tummy. His tongue pressed down into the soft flesh of my lower belly, then up onto the first tendrils of my hairy mound. My precious slit was dying to feel his wet spear.
"Richard, suck me, suck me!" I gasped.
I writhed around on the bed. I felt his hot breath panting between my thighs.
My ass lifted off the bed. I wanted his tongue so badly that I walked myself backwards and up into his mouth.
I lost track of the feel of his tongue. Pure tension filled me. Had he withdrawn? Was I being so forward that I'd scared him away?
Then ... a wet, squirmy animal went into the sensitive walls of my slit. It penetrated deeply and thoroughly into all the secret spots hi my cunt.
My entire body burned with fire. I threw my legs open so that he could have utterly complete access to my cunt.
"Richard! This is so beautiful. No one's ever eaten me out before!" I confided in him.
I wriggled around on the bed so that I could touch him. He shifted his thighs, and his hot, twitching prick fell into my hand.
I lowered my head and slowly took the full head of his cock into my mouth. His bitter salt taste soon washed away, and I began soaring higher and higher with his trembling meat between my lips.
I was in heaven, and climbing higher. If I could keep sucking him, I knew I would come soon. My lips always begin to quiver just before my orgasm, and now they were pitching about like the sea on the verge of a hurricane.
Suddenly his prick jerked out of my mouth.
My cunt became cold, wet, deserted, and empty.
He was shifting his .body around in the bed. Now he knelt in the open "V" of my spread legs.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Lois!" he told me.
His eyes .were narrow pinpoints of lust and his jaw was set. I felt a sudden insertion between the lips of my pussy, then he thrust his entire weight onto me and deep into me.
I closed my eyes and my body tensed. I don't want this! I screamed to myself, but it was too late. Always this! They play with my mouth for a little while, then they rape me. Sometimes, when I'm lucky, we suck each other off all the way first, but they always end up fucking me.
Sadly, I lifted my ass to meet his thrust. He slid through my sopping cunt easily and buried his fucking shaft right up on the side of my womb.
I kind of liked it, but it wasn't what I had in mind.
I lay back and absorbed the full weight of his thrusts. I tried to get back in the spirit of things by licking and biting at his neck.
Now he pumped and me faster and faster. His pelvis crashed into the lips of my pussy with each stroke. Each tune the bed shook and he trembled.
I tried to kiss him on his lips but he pulled away from me and buried his head in my shoulder.
His cock pounded into me like a piston, yet I caught myself dreaming. This just wasn't making it for me. Maybe after he's come, he'll suck me off, I hoped.
He put his hands under my ass, cupped the cheeks of my buttocks, and lifted me off the bed. Onto his prick farther. In and out. Faster and faster.
"Oh, fuck me, doll, fuck me!" he shouted.
His nails dug sharp ruts in my ass.
"I'm coming!" he yelled.
He thrust brutally into me-and stopped. He paused there, suspended, still.
I felt come spurt into me and cover the walls of my pussy. He shot again and again. I counted eleven times. By the end of it, drops were overflowing into the crevice of my buttocks and down onto my thighs.
He collapsed onto my body. My rib cage began to groan under his weight, while he seemed to have drifted off into unconsciousness.
Finally I pushed him off me, sat up, and lit a cigarette.
"Light one for me, too, baby?" he asked sleepily.
He stared up at his own smoke as though I weren't even in the room.
"What time is it?" he finally asked in a business-like tone.
"Almost nine."
"Shit, honey. I've got to go somewhere. I'd love to spend the night with you, but I've got an appointment," he repeated guiltily. "In fact, I'm late now."
His buckle jingled as he pulled up his pants.
"Maybe we can spend some more time together another time," he said.
I nodded, just in case he was looking at me.
I felt awful and sad. I never wanted to go to bed with another man as long as I lived.
As the door closed I burst into tears. I huddled into a ball around the wet spot of his come on the sheets and cried myself to sleep.
How many more times must I endure this? If it's for the rest of my life, I think I'll kill myself first. That's why I've started this diary, to see if I can discover a way to go on having sex with my mouth and still find a way to get my share of happiness in this world.
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How did I get this way.
Some philosopher said that we're all polymorphous perverse in our childhood. That means we like any kind of sex we can get. Only later do we go off into our own particular form of perversion, whether it's fucking or analism or cunt-lapping or cocksucking ...
A cocksucker. That's what I am to the straight world. An oralist. A fellatrice. A cunnilinctrice.
"You always want to hug and kiss!" That's what my father would always say. Maybe if I examine some of the sexual high spots in my life to date, I'll get a better idea of how I came to specialize in cocksucking.
I remember a golden age, before I knew any shame or bad names for myself. I'd crawl up into Daddy's or Grandpa's lap, and love them up all I wanted. I'd run my fingers over their cheeks and bury my lips in their scratchy necks. I'd wriggle and squirm all over the place on their broad, denim laps, and I could swear I'd feel something hard pressing back up at me, but -maybe that's just my imagination now that I've gotten older. I'd grab their big, rough hands and kiss and gnaw at them, kind of like a little kitten. I was about three then, but it's that sort of thing I still love most of all, for a man to turn his body over to me completely to do whatever I want with it, for him to lay back and let me lick and nibble at him from his toes to his cock to his head.
Then they'd get embarrassed and start telling me I was too old for that now, or that it was time for supper.
Tommy and I discovered each other around the time I went to first grade. I guess you could call it a bathtub romance, because that was the only place we ever did anything together. Tommy was sandy-haired arid skinny and a year older than me. He was also my brother. We had this funny ritual that we kept doing over and over again.
Mom always had us take baths together before supper, then she'd leave us up there alone. We'd splash around a lot and push our little blue and white plastic boats around each other's naked bodies. Then:
"Pass the soap over here,"' he'd say.
I'd pick it up and drop it-right between his legs- his white little legs sticking out of the dirty bathwater. I'd go fishing for it, and I usually ended up with a hard little cock in my mouth. His cock was tiny, but it was as hard as a nail. He'd lean back with his arms around the curve of the bathtub, and I'd keep kissing him there. Making sure he was clean, that was what we called it. I'd sprawl out on my side, my cheek cradled on his thigh, my hand playing with his wrinkled little sack as the late afternoon sun fell over us through the low bathroom window.
"Suppertime, kids," Mom would call. Tommy would push me away roughly, get up, and start drying himself off. Damn, he reminds me of Richard, using me then moving on. Meanwhile, I'd be lying in the tub, wondering why he was getting up and still wanting more. He tried kissing me down there once, but he said he didn't like the way I smelled. He never came, but what can you expect with a six year old kid anyway? I don't remember why we stopped ...
High school started out well when I won the English prize for a short story about a vampire.
One spring afternoon I got out of study hall and went wandering restlessly through the corridors in the basement. I opened a grey door and found a janitor's closet with a sink and dirty mops. Above them, daylight shone through a tiny, soaped over window. When I stood up on a blue metal drum of cleaning fluid, I saw three naked boys in a large brightly-lit, yellow shower room.
Bobby Maloney was one of them! He stood tall, thin, and graceful, the proud end on the football team.
He was gesturing and laughing with the others through a fine spray of water. A honey-colored cowlick stood up through his wet hair. His face below was handsome yet gaunt, and his chest and stomach were slender but with muscles sharply etched.
His large hand had just finished soaping his belly -and now it was sliding down ... it grasped his fine, red-tipped pecker! He spread suds all through his pubic fur, around his balls, and onto his long, curved prick. Now his fingers wrapped around his lovely cock and were sliding up and down it, just the way Tommy had the times I'd spied on him when he was jerking off. The soap was all around his genitals now, and I saw his cock lifting slowly and magnificently out of this great mass of sticky stuff that might have been white come all over him. He had a harden! I couldn't understand why the other boys weren't throwing themselves at his feet, begging to be allowed to wrap their mouths and lips all around that splendid, red lollipop of Bobby's.
I followed him to his locker the next morning, handed him a note, and ran. It said:
Dear Bobby,
I love you. Please take me out.
Lois
That night he phoned me, and Friday he came to my house to pick me up. He was so handsome, with his hair all slicked down and wearing a red shut and sitting casually behind the wheel of his father's Ford. I was nervous as hell. I kept looking straight ahead or over at the bulge in his pants. He turned to me.
"Peacock and the Pussycat's playing at the Savoy drive-in. Want to go there?"
"Sure, that sounds o.k."
Yes, yes, yes, I was saying inside myself to him, yes. And yes was what I said to him when his arm wrapped around me after we got settled in a far comer of the drive-in.
"Lois," he said, nuzzling the skin behind my ear, "I don't know why I never noticed you before."
His lips went down onto my neck. He sucked, and sucked more. I knew he was putting hickies on me, and I loved it and felt proud of them and wanted to show them off. I kept squirming closer to him in the seat and giggling.
I took his hand and brought it down onto the front of my body. His touch was light, ticklish, teasing. I wanted more. I moved my tit up into his hand, and his fingers closed around it. My nipples rose and my body was singing.
"Bobby!" I breathed, and put my hand over his. To my surprise, I felt his body stiffen.
"Lois," he groaned, "don't make me stop now."
"Oh, I won't, I promise you. I just wanted to feel you feeling me. I ... "
I'd been touched by his shyness-but now I was shy too. I didn't know if I dared to say any more.
"Tell me, Lois. What is it?"
His voice was pleading. He really wanted to know.
"I ... I saw you in the shower room, Bobby. I watched you naked and I saw you touching yourself. I want to touch you, too."
He held my hand and kissed it, then he put it down on his fly. I discovered his hardness, and I was able to trace that funny curve of his cock that I'd seen in the shower.
He opened his fly. I reached in and held his erect cock in my hand. I sat very still, I didn't know what to do.
"Do you like to touch me there, Lois?"
"Yes, I do."
"Would you kiss me there?"
"I don't know. I'm afraid. You won't like me if I do."
"Yes I will. That's what I want you to do. Come on, let's get in the back seat where no one will see us."
He went over without waiting for an answer, and I tumbled after him. I came down with my head on his lap, and before my feet got all the way down, he'd guided my head to his cock. I held the stem in my hand and looked at it.
Then I kissed the very tip. I found it warm, and it tasted nice and felt good. I kissed it some more.
"Bobby, I like it. Yours is the very first cock I ever kissed, and I'm glad it's you. I don't know if I should do it any more."
"Go on, Lois. I like it. I love you. Just a little bit more? Come on!"
I heard the urgency in his voice and it released me. I went down on him full force now. I sucked his cock all the way into my mouth, and went up and down the whole length carefully so that I didn't miss an inch Tommy, my brother, had had such a tiny one next to this!
"Oh, Bobby, I want to do everything with you!" I told him. "I want to throw myself on you and suck you and swallow you and chew you!" And pull your cock off and take it home with me and have it forever, I added to myself, but I thought I shouldn't tell him that.
He reached down and touched himself right where his cock touched my lips. He started stroking himself there. That excited me even more, feeling his excitement and his vibrating cock and stroking hand all in my mouth. His movements were slow and regular and sensuous, as though he were really caressing and loving his shaft as he moved over it.
Then I became aware of Bobby's hand. He passed over the insides of my thighs and his fingers began scratching at my pussy. This annoyed me. Somehow it didn't seem right, and I had none of those same good feelings from it that I had right now with his throbbing, red lollipop between my lips. He was just plain distracting me from my real joy which was making the juices flow in my cunt.
"Hey! What's this?"
"Yeow! Bobby, stop!"
He was touching me in a new place, one that just about made me jump through the roof of the car. I threw his hand away roughly, then touched the spot it had just left, right at the top of the wide furrow of my pussy. I found a round, little nubbin there, standing up straight and full out of my cunt.
"So that's where my clit is. Thanks for helping me find it, Bobby. I hurt when you touch it, so please don't touch me there any more."
I felt him withdraw, and I knew I must have hurt his feelings. We'd been getting along so well I thought he'd understand what I was asking of him.
I was getting off on slurping up his cock, and I wanted to give that my full attention. I had his red glans solidly between my lips, and I kept sucking it and tonguing it for all I was worth. His shaft kept moving back and forth in my mouth as he jerked it off.
"Would you play with my balls at least, Lois?" he asked me grumpily.
I was more than ready to comply. I sucked them into my mouth, hair, wrinkled skin and all. I jiggled them and nibbled at them, and bit down slightly at one alive egg-shaped teste to let him know I was feeling it and admiring it, but I made sure not to bite hard enough to hurt him.
I went down further to explore more. Below the loose skin of his balls I found a thin, hard muscle that -seemed like a continuation of his cock. I nibbled at that too, feeling my desires rising boundlessly and insatiably.
"Oh, Lois, your mouth feels so good on me. Go on, eat me all over!"
"I will, baby, I will. I want all of you I can get," I reassured him.
My tongue lapped and lathed its way through a quite hairy area. My senses were more alive now than they had ever been before. Now my nose was assaulted with a new, funky, sickly-sweet odor. I got more excited and continued on. I came to a wrinkled little hole in his skin, surrounded by broad cliffs of flesh on either side.
"Oh my God, Lois, that's my asshole!"
I plunged into it with my wet lance, twisted and turning in every way that I could. His hands spread his buttocks out further to deepen my penetration, and I got my tongue in almost all the way up to its roots, Then I went back to his crevice and began lapping away at it like a starving kitten with a bowl of cream.
He grabbed my head in his hands and positioned it back at his cock. The swollen, purple plum of his tip was so full of blood I thought it would burst. He shoved his way forcefully hi between my lips and began moving back and forth.
I detached my mouth just long enough to speak to him.
"You want to fuck me in the mouth, Bobby? Come ahead! Do it, baby, do it! Let yourself go all the way! I can take it. I love it!"
His pelvis began moving faster and faster. His spear choked my throat so completely I began to gag. Back went his cock, then in again, so deeply I was afraid he'd tear my throat apart.
I was aroused in every cell of my body. My cunt was tingling and buzzing violently. Blood rushed into my lips, mouth, and tongue, and my fast steady pulsations were matching the deep, ever faster thrusts of his cock.
I became aware of an utterly new feeling in my body: my guts seemed to be gathering up higher and higher into my stomach, and even up into my lungs.
"Lois! Take me! I'm almost there!"
So was I! I was soaring up into the skies, I was a planet circling the sun, revolving at a dizzying speed.
"Bobby, fuck me in the mouth just as hard as you can!" I shouted out hi a cock-choked gurgle.
His fat cock paused right in the back of my throat.
Then he shot! Hot sticky cum! Jizm! Sperm! Babies!
Again and again the hot, burning fluid came and filled my mouth, My first taste of come! I started to drink it in, in all its salty bitter sweetness.
Suddenly, I was thrown back as if by a giant hand. The explosion came from with the depths of my own being, as I realized later.
My body arched further back, as far as it could go, a taut bow ready to snap.
My body lessened at the moment my contractions came in my cunt. They began as Bobby's final spurts came into my mouth.
I came down slowly as my contractions lessened.
I nestled hi between his legs. I wanted to lie there, surrounded by the protecting warmth of his flesh, and maybe drift off into a light sleep.
My first orgasm had just happened. I wanted to relax and drink in the lovely vibrations that still filled my body ...
"Lois. Let me up!"
Bobby was shaking me.
I came up on my knees, ready to kiss him and bury my head between his neck and shoulder.
As soon as my weight was off him, he pulled roughly out from under me, pushed open the back door of the car, and got out. He stood tall and alone under the cold night sky. The breeze flowed around him and over and into me as I lay there in a crumpled little form on the seat.
I pulled myself together and went out and stood beside him. I put my hand on his crossed arm. "Is something wrong, Bobby?"
"Nothing. It's time to go home, that's all."
He did walk me to my front door, but when I stood up on my toes to kiss him good night, he shied away as though my mouth were dirty.
Now that I've been in and out of many beds, I can guess what had happened. When I threw his hand off my twat, he was deeply hurt, couldn't express it, and stayed with me just long enough to come.
But I was innocent then, and what I went through was sheer hell. I had opened myself fully to him, only to discover that he considered me a piece of shit. I kept opening, then getting blasted over and over again in my sleep that night.
Then came Monday morning at school.
"Hey, Miss Blow Job's here!"
"Spare a suck?"
That was from the boys standing around the corridor as I walked in. The girls picked up on it later, and they were the worst.
"You little whore!"
"Pssst. Hey. Lois Lips. Lois Lips, Lois Lips!"
These whispers and jeers followed me everywhere from math class to the cafeteria where I'd be eating my tuna fish sandwich by myself. One time I got it from a pew as I walked down the aisle in church one Sunday with my parents.
Man, was I screwed up for the next few years. When you get that kind of a reputation in a small midwestern town, you've had it. You don't even know there's a world outside it, you can only hope.
I entered computer training school two days after I graduated high school, and when I finished there I took the first job I could hack in New York City.
I've been here six months already, and I'm still operating on the belief that I'll be able to find people like myself here, people who can bathe in the delights of giving and taking oral love without hypocrisy or guilt. I peer into the faces of all the attractive men I pass. I look for full-blooded, red lips, sensitive lips, lips as hungry as my own.
CHAPTER Two
"You're such a heavy chick," Joanie said to me. She handed back my diary. She'd just read everything that I wrote up to this point.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you've been through a lot of pain and suffering in your life so far, right?"
I nodded.
"Now it seems like that's all you can see, your own pain. In other words, you bitch a lot, baby." She let out a clear, tinkling laugh, drew me to her, and nuzzled my cheek.
She was right. She's really had a profound effect on me in a lot of ways since we met. These were the circumstances:
Remember Richard? After he walked out on me, I began to mope around a lot. I threw myself into the routine at the office and the oblivion of punching keys as though it were a warm quilt. When I did pass Richard in the halls, I looked away from his eyes and never answered any of the little things he said to me.
One afternoon, cold was getting in under my warm I went into the ladies' room to brood. I sprawled out on the sofa and lit a cigarette. I'd given up hope of finding anyone, never mind whether they were into sex with their mouths or not.
The door of one of the Johns banged shut. I looked up, hoping it wasn't one of my supervisors.
A big, blonde girl, awkward but soft, stood there looking at me. Her lids were widely parted to reveal exciting, blue-green eyes.
"Hi!" said Joanie brightly.
I grunted back in a non-descript way.
"What's the matter, kid? You sound down."
"Yeah, sort of. I guess I am." I was fencing with her. I'd been taught you didn't tell your troubles to strangers, and J hardly knew Joanie at that point.
"What's the trouble, men?" She plunged right in.
"What else?"
We both laughed.
"What's the problem, too many? No one"
"No. No, nothing like that"
"Well, what is it then?"
"I don't have anyone. And when I do find someone, I don't get the right kind."
"Of sex or men?"
"Sex."
Her bright, joking air fell away. She sat down beside me.
"Anything the two of us could talk about?"
I nodded hopefully.
"How about if we have a drink after work? I know a little bar near here that usually isn't very crowded."
"That sounds nice. I'll meet you at your desk just after five."
"Fine."
She gave me a bright smile that I couldn't read, then patted my shoulder.
"See you later," she whispered, and got up and left the room.
I squashed out .my cigarette with my shoe. I felt much better, just having someone to talk to.
I spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about Joanie and anticipating finishing our conversation. I couldn't think of anyone else in all of New York City who had ever cared whether I was down or not. Maybe we'd become good friends. I really needed that just then.
When I finished my work I just sat back arid felt myself glowing. When I watched the other people leaving the office, I didn't think any of them could even understand what my problem was, to say nothing of caring.
The second hand of the big wall clock had just jumped a whole minute ahead to three minutes after five when Joanie appeared, dressed in her coat and ready to go.
Joanie had made a good choice in picking a bar. Besides a few commuters clustered around the bartender, there was no one else in the place. Still, I led her to a little table in the corner. I didn't want anyone overhearing what I had to say.
Joanie sat back and lit a cigarette. I like the way her cheeks hollowed out as she drew the smoke into her lungs, and then, as she exhaled, her lips went into a composed pucker. I was fascinated watching her, but then I went ahead and spoke.
"Did your day go well?"
I felt shy.
"Oh, come on, Lois. That isn't what we came here to talk about."
She was right, of course. I was both frightened and excited at her bluntness at getting to the point.
Just then our drinks came, and I started to sip mine. The coolness of the glass felt good against my mouth.
"Now," said Joanie as she moved closer to me, "just what is the problem?"
My eyes sought refuge in the red, wall-to-wall carpeting.
"I don't really know what it is, but sometimes I think there's something really wrong with me."
I peeked up at her face. She didn't have a strange expression or anything like that, but somehow I thought that she already knew what I was going to say.
"When I'm out with a guy and he makes a pass at me and We start kissing and holding each other, I like it, I like it a lot. If he takes off my clothes and starts rabbing me and kissing me all over my naked body, I like that, too, and I do the same things with him. I mean, everything's fine as long as I'm kissing him or he's kissing me."
I stopped. I'd just blurted out a lot, and now my nervousness was coming back.
"But ... " Joanie prompted.
"Well, when he sticks his cock in me and starts going up and down in me, I lose interest. Sometimes it Isn't bad if we can keep on kissing each other ... "
My voice trailed off, I wondered if Joanie understood.
"So you dig action with your mouth," she said. "What's wrong with that?"
"The men I've been going out with don't, that's the problem."
"Well, some men are really hung up. Only cuddle and kiss a girl to get what they want, a screw, another feather in their cap." I thought of Richard and nodded enthusiastically.
"I bet an attractive girl like you has to put up with a lot more of that shit than someone like me."
I watched Joanie as she spoke. I wondered why she was running herself down that way. I was finding her very attractive.
"I think you're beautiful. There's a softness about you that I feel I can just bathe in."
I blushed, hearing myself say that. I knew I'd been smiling warmly at her as I spoke, too.
She smiled back at me hesitantly, then looked away. "Thanks," she said. She drifted off into some world of her own, then spoke again in a deliberate way.
"I find a lot of men don't give me what I want either. They just seem to be out for themselves, and couldn't give less of a damn about me."
She paused and lit another cigarette.
"In fact, I've just about given up hope of finding a man who will please me."
I caught a funny catch in her voice.
"Your life must not be very romantic then," I said, feeling sad for her. "What do you do when you want sex, masturbate?"
"Well, I still date men occasionally, but I've grown to prefer women."
At first her statement didn't sink in. I watched the foam build up, then overflow in a beer the bartender was pouring.
Then I became shocked. I didn't think there was anything wrong with having sex that way if that's the way you wanted it, but-to be sitting in a bar across the table from one of those girls that I'd only read about before ... I started to get indignant, and then I realized that I was getting excited. I wanted to ask Joanie a lot of questions, but I was afraid to.
"Have you ever made it with another woman?" she asked me in her direct way.
I felt myself shying away.
I shook my head no and retreated into my drink.
"If I were you, I'd try it," she persisted. "You might like it a lot better than just getting fucked all the time."
I just nodded dumbly. I felt lost. Part of me was gorging forth and saying try it, try it, and that scared me.
"If you'd like, we could make it together," Joanie suggested.
More shock passed through my body. I did like her, and I liked the direct way she asked me, with no beating around the bush.
Joanie reached across the table and ran her hand over the back of mine lightly and warmly.
"I've been having fantasies about going to bed with you for weeks," she whispered.
I blushed and melted.
"We could go to my place," she offered.
I just sat there. I knew I wanted her, but I wasn't sure that I was ready to go through with it.
"I mean, we could go to my place and be with each other and whatever happens happens.
I put my head in my hands. I was scared but willing. I wanted her to make the decision.
She held my hand now. "Come on, Lois. Let's try it. We can stop any time you say you've had enough."
I returned her clasp and raised my eyes to hers. A river was flowing between us. Gingerly I stood up in assent. We were on our way. I found out that she lived near me, and somehow that made me feel more at ease.
She opened the door to her apartment and I went in. I liked the white walls and spaciousness, and a few strategically placed, large green plants gave me a sense of Joanie's warmth.
She brought us both drinks.
As I sipped, I began to loosen up. I found myself describing all the things I'd like to try out with my mouth. She listened attentively for a while, then stood up. She smiled, and her eyes glowed into mine. "Would you like to do some of those with me?" she asked.
I knew the time had come. I couldn't stall any longer.
I stood up and followed her into the bedroom.
She turned and touched me lightly on the arm. She brought her lips up close to mine. I reached out and grazed .them with my fingertips. I kept going to the corner of her mouth, down the light line there to her jawline where I found some strands of her hair to play with. I moved my cheek next to hers and breathed in her lovely body smell.
"Kiss me!" she asked in what was simultaneously a demand and a plea.
I moved across her cheek and gently placed my lips on hers. They were so warm. They opened slightly and I moved in more intimately.
Her tongue came out and moistly explored the line of my lips.
Unconsciously, my own lips opened to her.
I felt the warmth of her tongue invade my mouth.
"Oh, Joanie, I feel so delicious," I sighed through our joined lips.
I opened my lips wider, and delighted in feeling hers inside my own.
Our tongues greeted each other joyously, and began a frolic through the inside of our mouths. We hooked tongues, and pulled on each other like two candy canes.
I closed my lips around her outstretched tongue, and chewed on it through my lips.
"Lois," Joanie breathed. "I'm going to start taking off your dress now. I'm going to pull down your zipper."
She did. The zipper of my dress came down in one fell swoop. The dress slid off my shoulders, and only my boobs held it up.
She bent her head and kissed my shoulder. She nuzzled her way up the shoulder and along my neck to the base of my ear, around the back of my neck, then started back down again, slowly, peacefully, appreciatively.
I felt my nipples rise in response to her kisses.
I wanted to see if her tits were doing the same thing. I wanted to look at them and play with them with my hands and kiss them all over.
I pressed closer to her and put my arms around her. I breathed in the slight, sweat smell of her arousal.
I found her zipper, and brought in down easily. I plunged my hand in along her back.
"Oh, God, Joanie, you feel so good!" I told her. "Your skin is smooth and soft." I felt her shoulder blades and her spine and the hollow right over her ass.
I found myself whimpering with pleasure. I buried my face in her neck, and held her as close as I could. I tugged at the sleeves of her dress. She hunched her shoulders and the material slid off them.
I worked my hand in between our bodies. I found her vast, fleshy mound and closed my hand around it. I squeezed her tit and kneaded it and rubbed it back all over her chest I felt her nipples getting big and hard, and I began rubbing them back and forth between my fingers.
"Oh, baby!" I cried and planted wet, sloshy kisses all over her cheek and neck. I was leaning on her and rubbing all over her body with mine.
"Joanie" I gasped, "I want all of you I can get. I haven't seen you yet. I want to see all of you-naked!"
I pushed myself back from her shoulders. Her dress was down to her waist, and she wore no bra. She stood there proudly, letting me admire her large, firm, fleshy tits.
"You want to see the rest of me, Lois? Here!"
She pulled at her dress, and the whole thing fell to the floor. She stepped out of her panties and stood there, fully bare before me.
Her belly came out into a slight mound above full, nicely shaped hips and thighs. A light trail of hair ran down her belly and into her furry mound. She was a fall, statuesque, proud, beautiful woman.
I just stood there and gaped in amazement and delight. I felt a light wave of shyness pass over me again. She was a woman, and I was a little girl.
"Joanie," I said with difficulty, "this is the first time I've seen a woman's body hi years. You're so tender and so round."
Tears were coming to my eyes. I hurt at the sight of her.
"Baby," she said softly, and came to me. She pulled say head to her bare chest and held me there.
We were still together. She was in no hurry. She wanted my feelings as well as my body. She was giving me so much, I wanted to give her something too.
I pulled back from her.
"Joanie, I want you to have me. Would you take off my clothes?"
Her hands moved under my loose dress and worked it down slowly and lightly until it slipped to the floor. She undid my bra and let it fall. She knelt down and brought my panties down over my hips.
Her head came into the softness of my belly. She wrapped her arm around my buttocks and hugged me.
Then she came up slowly and kissed her way up my belly and over each of my ribs.
Her mouth closed over one of my nipples. She sucked it back, and my nipple rose and followed her lips back.
She turned to the other one and ran her tongue in a full circle around the aureole. Her moist touch brought my other nipple out.
"Ahhhh ... " I groaned.
I was in ecstasy, and I was scared. I was more responsive to her touch than I had ever been in my lips and she was a woman.
I disengaged myself from her and went to the bed. I lay back. My arms went behind my head and brought my breasts up. My legs were parted widely. I was fully open to her.
She stood and looked at me, her eyes swimming.
My pelvis began a slow gyration, a shameless, open expression of my need for her.
I slid my hand over my aroused nipples and my soft belly to my furry mound. I found my clit and rubbed it.
"Joanie, I want your lips on me. I want you to eat me, Joanie!"
She knew.
She sat on the side of the bed by me. Her head dropped to my raised knee, and she kissed her way slowly along the inside of my thigh.
She nuzzled my hand away with her mouth. Her lips came over my clitoris, and she sucked it in to her tongue.
I gasped and shook. My pelvis rose higher and higher into her mouth.
My hands went out to her ass. I pulled her over in the bed so that I could get into the softness of her thighs, too. Her knees opened to my mouth, then her thighs wrapped themselves in all their soft, full flesh around my cheeks. We were blended together into a perfect unit of flesh, torso to inverted torso, with only our feet and ankles not touching some part of the other's body.
Her soft, moist tongue lay at the entrance to my pussy. Slowly, it worked its way in, over my engorged labia, into the sensitive tunnel inside. I could feel my juices blend with her saliva.
Now I had what I had always wanted, love with gentle, enclosing lips and a soft, respectful, exploring tongue. Next to her touch, the male organ of love seemed not natural, and even brutal.
I burrowed into her cunt. As I reached in between her furry lips with my tongue, I felt enclosed by her hair and her deep musk. The aroma was heady. As I went into this forbidden island, I felt strangely alive and free. Were other women's cunts placed off bounds to me because I might never want to return from this swooning delirium?
Beyond the musk and the hair I reached honey. I lapped it from the soft bumps on the sides of her cunt, and drew it into my mouth.
She stayed at my clit. Her lapping became steady and insistent.
I went to hers. She jumped. The ripples of passion flowed all through her soft flesh. Instead of dying out, the waves mounted.
Her trembling became mine. We were flowing together, one unit of vibrant femininity, pulsating faster and faster in rising excitement. I thought I would burst.
Her thighs clamped onto my head. Our fuck movements rocked each other all over the bed as our softness was transformed into an all-out attack on each other's twats.
Her clit swelled up bigger and bigger in my mouth as I licked it insatiably.
I groaned from somewhere deep within my being, and Joanie moaned back from beneath me.
Her wet tongue drove into my asshole and sent me into a new ecstasy of shivering. No part of me was safe from her relentless licking and sucking.
I ground my middle finger all the way up into her asshole. My thumb found her fuckhole. I moved my two fingers together, in and out of her two most intimate holes. When both my fingers were inside, I could rub them back and forth together through the thin, sensitive membrane that separated her asshole from her cunt.
My ass began to buck off the bed, fire coursed through my body, her feet beat on my back, and I picked up on the pounding of her pelvis and intensified it, throwing her hips all over the bed.
I was there. My motions slowed and she stopped her tattoo, but her licking got rougher and even faster.
My whole body drew tight as a wire.
Everything started to rise. My stomach drew up inside me. I had lost control. I went higher and higher, I was going to burst, I did, I was weightless, without control, suspended in space.
"Now!" I breathed into the juicy, hairy flesh of her cunt.
My cunt leapt forward hi its first pulsation. I felt her gasp, then I pulsated more and more right onto her receiving, wet tongue.
As my pulsations weakened, her tongue pulled out of "Me!" she cried. "Finish me, Finish me!"
I jammed two more fingers up her asshole, then bit her entire furry cunt.
My bite sent her over. Her body grabbed mine in a grip of iron, then she went into the same suspended state I was still into.
I burrowed my face into her cunt to get the full impact of her spasms.
I felt that her spasms were mine, I had done so much to cause her delight and ecstasy.
Moments later, Joanie wormed her way up beside me. Her face was totally satiated, there was no tension left, just love.
I smelled my own juices all over her face. I plucked a few of my pubic hairs off her lips and dried her face with the sheet. Her own long, blonde hair was all over her face and I smoothed that back.
She let herself collapse back on the bed. I put my thigh over between hers and, with my hand around her neck, settled into the warm flesh of the crook of her arm.
CHAPTER Three
I don't know who I am any more. I don't know where my self begins or ends.
I am open, too open, a ready prey for anyone. Will I ever again be able to say "No!" to anyone-even to myself?
Thanks to Joanie, I'm a lesbian now. What other potentialities are hidden in me? A murderess? A robot? A whore?
I didn't have to worry about any of this stuff in the small town where I grew up. Now, all I know about myself is that I'm not straight, I'm not like everyone else. I'm a mouth freak.
About the only normal thing I have to hold onto in my life is, my daily routine at work. Tapping away at my computer keys, I find my own rhythm and soar off on a streaming cloud of oblivion. Even now, as I write this, I see that my favorite me is nobody.
No one bothers me at work. Richard, Mr. Super-cock, has been passing by me with a curt nod ever since the time he fucked me. I've felt shy towards Joanie in the two weeks since we got together. We have coffee together during breaks sometimes and I can see desire in her blue-green eyes, but she lets things be and we generally stick to small talk.
Mr. Murtagh and Darlene are the only other people I even speak to at work. Murtagh, the boss, is a nondescript, round little man with a bald pate, glasses, and suits so bland they seem to disappear into the grey New York air. He draws me aside sometimes to comment on my work. I think he's hot for me, but he doesn't seem to be able to get up the nerve to proposition me, which is fine. As for Darlene, I never told her about my mouth thing, and we don't have anything to say to each other any more. I don't know what I ever saw in her.
When it's time to leave, I usually walk through the streets for hours without knowing what I'm seeing. I sit and smoke for hours on park benches or at my front window until I stumble off to my bed to sleep.
Weekends are different though. I go out and find other people, men that is, to share my oblivion with. Cocks fill up my mouth better than cunts do.
Saturday morning was a dream: soft, hazy, warm, New York City at its best in early June. I got up early, cleaned my house, and took the bus uptown to Central Park.
I found the park green, inviting, and thoroughly nice.
I wore a peasant blouse and a short yellow skirt. The spring breezes flowed through my hair, billowed out my blouse and skirt, and lightly caressed the hairs of my pussy through my panties.
I was in the middle of nature and alive! My whole body was responding to the touch of spring. I was soft and melting in the gentle air.
I followed the paths in and out through the heavy granite rocks. Finally, I came to the pond, my favorite spot. I sat on a rock and watched the peaceful ebb and flow of the water.
People passed by behind me, but it didn't matter. I let the warm sun play over my body. Underneath me, the rock was still cold and hard on my inner thighs and pussy, but that was fine, too. Maybe the coldness would delay my period from coming, and I'd be able to stay joyous and relaxed the way I was. Horny, too.
I followed the movement of the waves from my shore to the other side.
A tall, dark, male figure was standing there, seeming to stare straight at me.
He looked awfully good from across the pond. Poetic, like in a dream. Tight jeans and a dark sweater with the sleeves rolled up emphasized the long, lanky nature of his body. His long, dark hair blew out in loose waves from his head.
He started to walk along the edge of the pond. "If you want to leave, you'd better go now," was what his last look said to me.
I drew my knees up under my chin and clasped my hands around my shins. I wasn't moving.
He stooped over to catch a ball and toss it back to some kids, then kept on coming without even breaking stride. I loved the way he walked, with a back and forth swaying of his entire body. He possessed the easy grace and energy of of the big cats I'd seen in the zoo. Would he move that way in bed, too, as his hips moved his cock in and out of my mouth?
He kept coming and coming. The bulge in his jeans swayed too as he walked. Now he was only ten feet away. We were face to face.
He was damned good looking. His face was ragged. I thought the clear etching of his cheekbones showed awareness rather than suffering.
A hot wave swept over my face as I looked into his eyes. I was blushing. I felt so abandoned hi my feelings that I even hoped he'd notice.
He stopped and smiled, probably at my blushing.
"Hi," he said gently.
"Hi," I replied, trying to be noncommittal.
My eyes were drawn to his lips. His were fuller than most men's are. I felt the spark of a slow fire light in my groin.
"I'd like to sit and talk with you," he said.
I shook my head in a strange diagonal way, not knowing whether I was saying yes or no. Fortunately, he didn't stop to worry which I meant.
He sat on a slight ledge in the rock just over a foot away from me. Too close for comfort. I wanted to bury my nose and lips right at the base of his neck where his muscles stood out before they traveled under his sweater to his shoulder. Instead, I allowed myself one hungry glance before I stared off at the water.
"You're a poet," I guessed.
"Wrong. A law student. And my name is Jack."
I leaned over and dangled my hand in the cool water. I scooped up a handful and felt it trickle out between my fingers. I sloshed some of it up against the algae on the rock.
From the corner of my eye I was aware that Jack was craning his head to look down my blouse at my tits. I liked his desiring me. I rolled over on the rock, laying on my back, as if ready to yield to his embraces. I guess I'm somewhat of a cockteaser; I enjoy getting a man turned on to me, and I don't always let him know that it's oral sex that I want.
Jack was looking out over the water now, too, his brow wrinkled into a frown.
"What?" I asked him, running my palm over the back of his hand. I felt all his little hairs spring up in response to my touch.
"Oh, I was thinking about wanting yon and about the political situation hi this country."
"Oh?" I asked, amused. This was a new one on me.
"You see, I'm an anarchist conservative. I believe that each an should be his own authority, and follow the dictates of his own conscience. When his passions run unbridled, each man should be his own policeman and stop himself."
I nodded dumbly. He sounded very smart. Actually, I was flattered as hell. Most men never stopped to talk to me about anything important, they just wanted to ball me.
"What does all that have to do with you and me?"
"I don't even know your name, and I'm sitting here wanting to fuck you. It's not even night and I'm not even drunk-it's high noon in Central Park and we've hardly met. And I feel strongly, that emotionless sex is one of the things that's tearing this country apart."
"I'm Lois. And you haven't even asked me what I want."
"You're right, Lois. What do you want?"
I couldn't reply for a minute. I watched his hand drop self-consciously to his crotch and press. Trying to hide his hardon?
"I want you too, Jack. I feel sex is getting in the way of our talking to each other, and we should do something about it."
He just looked at me. I wondered it my moral-political rap was as good as his.
"Maybe it wouldn't be right for us to have intercourse," I said, "but I can think of something that might be just as good."
He just kept staring at me like he couldn't believe I was for real. His hand, though, was playing with the point of his hardon now instead of trying to push it away. That excited me. I wanted to blow him now.
"Jack!" I whispered in helpless appeal. "Don't make me beg for you."
I dropped my hand to his thigh. Beneath the denim I could feel lean, hard legs.
He ran his fingers up the inside of my arm, and I began to tingle all over.
I jerked my head over my shoulder.
"There's a thicket right there. From here, I can hardly see into it."
He looked around and I saw his Adam's apple gulp.
"I may never pass my bar exam," he said, "but I do want sex with you."
"Come on," I urged, tugging at his arm.
We stood up together. He clutched my hand in his hard, firm grip and we walked through the branches 'from the sunlight into the shadows.
He lay down on his back on the old, dry leaves and I took the chance to nestle into his shoulder. I felt warm and protected that way, although when I looked around me I saw that the leaves weren't as good a shield as I had hoped.
Jack leaned on his elbow and peered down into my face. I felt his breath on my cheek. His eyes went over the fleshy, upturned oval of my head, down my torso, and along my slender but shapely legs.
"Tell me what you see," I asked him, whispering the words into his lips.
"A piece of ass," he said, grinning. "Warm, feminine, receptive beauty. A woman who lets herself live and lust."
"But won't that mean the downfall of America?" I couldn't resist asking him.
"I'd rather it meant the downfall of you-to me!" he replied.
He brought his lips down onto mine. They were full and fleshy and soft. I kissed my being into his. Little drips of saliva came through his lips into mine, and I measured them.
Then, to my surprise, I found myself licking his face, all over. I savored the flesh of his lips, then went up his bristly upper lip to his nose. I plunged-the pointed tip of my tongue as far into his nostril as it would go.
I felt him squirming around, but I wouldn't stop. I tasted the mucous of his nose, then slid on up the side of his nose to his eyes, and attacked them with my wet, slimy tongue. He was so delicious I wanted to explore all of him.
"If you're still interested in me, maybe we could go somewhere else afterwards where we could really relax and enjoy each other," I suggested.
I giggled. "That wasn't what I had in mind, Jack. I'd like to be able to explore every inch of your body, slowly, in my own time, with my mouth and tongue."
"That sounds good to me. But let's do some exploring now. I'm fuckin' hot for you!"
He was, too. His hands were roaming all over my body, cupping my little breasts and jiggling them, then going down to the soft flesh of my thighs. I was so hot when he went under my skirt down there, that my whole body kept taking little leaps all over the place.
I slid my hand over to his hardon. I felt shy, but my heat was carrying me away. And I could feel the heat and the throbbing of blood in his cock even through his pants.
He was clawing at my underpants, and I was afraid of what was coming next. Men get hot and they just want to fuck me, like beasts, never mind what they say before. Jack was no exception. I knew that if I wanted to blow him, this was the time, before he got any more aroused than he was now.
"Jack!" I whispered.
"What, baby?" he asked, then put his lips over mine so that I couldn't even talk. I moved my head to one side.
"I want to unzip your fly. I want to feel your cock all naked and hard."
"I know what you mean. Be my guest."
Oh, these good-natured, piggish men! I bet he wouldn't have said that if he'd known what a passionate vampire sucking I had in mind for his rod.
I ran my hand up from his knees lightly over his thighs and into the denim depths of his crotch, I've been told I have a tantalizing butterfly touch before, and I utilized it right there. Touching a man's crotch sometimes gets him even hotter than playing with his dork.
I brought my fingers up lightly over his swollen meat then-bingo!-I freed it. His penis stood up as straight and as noble as a redwood tree.
I touched his cock lightly and with awe, feeling it tremble under my fingers.
"Jack!" I gasped, "you're beautiful!"
"I wish I could get to you, too, Lois."
"Not here, Jack. I hope we can each enjoy what we are able to have here."
I paused. "I want to blow you now, Jack. I want to taste your meat and your come on the inside of my mouth."
He settled back with a relaxed but quizzical expression on his face. He seemed to be having trouble just sitting back and letting me do things. His hand reached up and began sliding up and down my back.
I looked into his clouded eyes and toyed absently-on his lips with my finger. Then I became aware that I was only marking time this way.
I said goodbye to his face. I brought my caressing fingers down from the hollow under his cheekbone, over his jaw, and down his neck to his collar. I found his nipples under his sweater; they grew into hard little beebees under my touch.
Jack's belly was as fine as any man's I've ever experienced. I went under his sweater and found lean, hard ribs protruding. His skin was stretched over them tightly. Between his ribs his belly was muscular, yet soft-with sexual desire. His nerves twitched as I explored his lower belly with both hands. A light line of hair ran from his chest to his belly button and. " ...
His belt and the top button of his pants opened easily, and the entire delicious expanse of skin, hair and cock from his nipples to his crotch lay open before me.
Jack was letting out little moans, and his pelvis was squirming about in heat beneath my touch.
Then he started to sit up and reach for me. Men can't stay passive, they've always got to go grabbing after me.
I gave his chest a slight shove backwards which was enough to reverse his precarious upward movement.
"No, Jack," I told him firmly. "Stay there. Let me do it!"
He lay back. His face was sullen, but I thought I could change all that.
I cupped his balls and addressed his genitals with my love mouth.
My lips hovered over the pink tip of his cock. Ever so slowly I brought my open lips around the bulb of his dork without touching it. I let my hot breath flow over his aroused and sensitive skin.
Jack sighed and shifted. I could feel his restraint and stillness flowing out of his body. A new gentleness appeared. His hips came up and his tingling harden moved about lightly within my mouth.
I raised my head and looked up into his eyes. Though glazed over with lusts they were attentive to my face and my mouth.
"Now, Jack, now!" I told him.
I grasped his shaft firmly, closing my fingers about If in a fist. My lips sealed themselves around his swollen knob. I sloshed my saliva over his taut, burning skin.
The tip of his cock, with his open come-hole, pressed into the surface of my tongue. As I moved my tongue back and forth, the rough, wet taste buds kept passing over his sensitive skin. I made the tip of my tongue into a wet point and burrowed into his hole as far as I could get. He responded by moaning and beginning to move his body rhythmically.
He was hot now-hot and ready to pop. I loved the feeling of power that always gives me.
I focused on his shaft. His rod was big and thick, with the head standing way out from the joint. I ran my hand up and down the shaft, tightly, feeling each inch of pebbly skin and bulging veins. My grip was so tight that it stretched his taut skin in all directions. I gave special attention to his hot, distended knob, forcing its red rim way up to the hole, then way down on his shaft.
I buried my head between his firm, hairy thighs. They closed around my face. I felt warm and protected. Is this how a baby feels, held in his mother's arms, sucking at her bare tit?
I sucked at Jack's balls. I got the whole sac in my mouth. I found it to be wrinkly-skinned and hairy, with some of the bitterness of salt and urine. Then I spit out one teste, and wrapped my mouth around the skin of his other ball. I could feel it inside his skin-oval shaped, spongey, resilient.
Jack's hands brushed back the hair from my face, at the same as my hands kept stroking his cock.
"Oh, Lois, that feel so good!" he groaned.
Satisfied, I put my warm, wet, accepting mouth back onto the head of his cock.
My own pussy was burning.
I lathed the head of his cock, and he pumped back.
I clutched my legs together. I was rubbing the full flesh of my inner thighs back and forth across each other and around my cunt.
Jack's cock was coming in and out of my mouth. Sometimes he drove it deep into my throat and I gagged, but with pleasure, wanting more.
My cunt was pumping onto his foot in a rhythm at least as passionate as his.
My hand was clutched around his shaft, and I sucked as deeply as I could on his blood-swollen lollipop. My mouth came up and down rapidly. My mouth was open to just the size of his cock, so that my lips and tongue and sometimes even my teeth were as close on his skin and as tight as he could take it, maybe even tighter. I was sucking so hard that when my mouth came off his cock, it let out" a deep, water-filled gurgling sound like the intake of a powerful vacuum cleaner.
My mouth came off him again and his cock plunged in after me. His body arched with it ... all tense and rigid.
"Lois!" he grunted, "I'm coming! Now!"
The head of his dong stiffened and swelled.
My cunt, too, pushed up and out. I was coming too, the feeling in my pussy was overwhelming, I was riding the crest of a giant wave.
His prick pulsed. Hot milky come shot out into my mouth.
"Aaaaaah!" I groaned, deep and throatily. The first heavy contractions came. My head was light, and I felt myself hurtling through the universe.
Gentler ones followed, and I settled lightly back onto the earth.
My mouth was full of his come. His was thick and sweet, not too much salt. I swished it around in my mouth and swallowed it happily. I savored the heavy aftertaste as I lay back beside him on the ground.
His hand dropped to my cheek. "Did you come?" he I murmured assent and let my head fall back. Tender green leaves wavered in the wind as they created circles of endless blue sky.
* * *
My sandaled feet dug into the gravel of the path. Every so often I had to stop to remove a pebble from under the pads of my feet. That wasn't hard, because I was hanging onto Jack's arm. We had roused ourselves from our post-come stupor, and were strolling around the Central Park lake, back in the direction Jack had been walking when we found each other an hour earlier.
I really enjoyed the guy, and I was listening closely to every word he said. My orgasm with him had been good, but I still wanted more. I was very aware of the wind blowing my blouse on the tingling skin of my tummy. I found the firm bones of Jack's elbow reassuring under my fingers.
"Law school's brought about some good changes is my personality," he said, steering me to the west, away from the water. "Either I study and I pass, or else I flunk. It's objective, it happens out there, it isn't just everything spinning around in my head any more."
"Gee, maybe I need something like that," I confided. "I'm not doing much these days. I'm caught in a prison of my own making, and I don't know how to get out."
He nodded and looked me over. His expression seemed kindly but distant. I liked being under his scrutiny, and I felt my clit getting hard.
"Did you enjoy yourself with me back there, Jack? You didn't seem so sure about it at first."
He stopped and faced me. He held me at arm's length, his -hands holding my upper arms.
"Yes, Lois, I did."
I looked up at him and nodded. A curious little smile curled around my face.
He caught h. "You game for more? I live in. a apartment building right over here."
I looked up at him hopelessly. All I could do was to a funny face, and tears were coming into my eyes.
"Yeah!" I blurted out. I turned sideways and pushed my way into his arms to hide my stupid face.
He wrapped his arms around my shaky shoulders and I stood there on the grass, cuddled up to him.
"I want to see you naked, Lois. You look beautiful to me now, and I can't wait to see the rest."
I burrowed my head into the hollow space between his chest muscles. I found my hand down between his legs. I rubbed at his thighs and his balls, and when my hand moved up again, I found that Jack, had sprouted a terrific hardon.
"You're it!" I cried out, tagging him on his harden and taking off as fast as I could go in the direction he sad pointed out as his home.
He came after me like a charging lion. I zigged and ragged and ducked as well as I could, but it didn't do much good. Jack caught me quickly, then began running off himself.
He slowed down when h& got to the street. I ran right into him and hugged Mm tightly. I was panting and laughing, but he was as regular as ever.
Jack kissed me, once, deeply, thrusting his tongue way back into my throat. Then he pointed way up to a tiny window near the top of an imposing red brick building that looked like a castle straight out of the Middle Ages.
"I live right up there," he said. "I can't wait to be up there with you. Come on!"
The traffic on Central Park West had stopped for a red light. Jack grabbed my hand and we went running across the street. I hadn't felt so light and playful since grade school.
We went bursting into the lobby of his big building. The doorman slunk up against the wall to let us by. While I was giggling at him, I tripped over a poodle that belonged to a middle-aged lady with peroxide hair and fur coat.
"Whoops!" I cried out, holding out my hands to break my fall. Jack pivoted gracefully and scooped me up before I hit the ground, and kept our impetus going right into the elevator, where we stumbled into the side for support.
"Thirty-seventh floor," Jack gasped to another uniformed old man, and we went soaring up. Our operator kept his back turned austerely to the corner while we held each other.
I was astonished when the door to the elevator opened. Jack's apartment began where the elevator stopped, without doors or entrances. One huge room opened right into a second. Light was streaming through from open floor-to ceiling French doors. I walked through a variety of wicker chairs and heads of African animals out into the daylight again. I was on a broad terrace with majestic plants all around me. I ran my hand along the cool surface of some heart-shaped green leaves, then went to the railing.
"Jesus Christ, Jack!" I cried out. "Is this all yours?"
I was looking over at a panorama of green fields, rocks, and trees. Central Park stretched out before me in all directions. Ant-like figures and brightly painted cars were milling around purposelessly in all different directions.
I felt something wet on my thigh, then in the crease of my ass. I spread my legs to let it in further while I watched barges floating down the East River through some cracks of streets between tall buildings.
Jack had gotten my panties out of the way quickly. Now he held each of the globules of my buttocks in his hands and parted them so he could rim me better.
"You got neighbors?" I asked him.
"Naw, nobody can see anything we do here."
"Yeah? Well, remember, you said you wanted t� see my body? Now you're going to."
I was afraid his head was so buried in my asshole he wouldn't see me, so I stepped back a few feet Mm. When his gaze, rose to meet mine, his eyes piercing. He looked like he wanted to grab me, me down, and fuck me on the spot. He remained seated, though, so I went into the Salome strip-tease number I had planned.
"Ra-da-da-da!" I went, imitating the opening drams of show biz.
"You have before you the one and only Lois Lips, dressed as the average secretary walking through Central Park on a Saturday morning, looking to pick up the love of her life. Soon she will be dressed in nothing!
"Her face is quietly attractive, but nothing special, Her limbs are long and lean, still bearing traces of last summer's tan. Her glorious titties, however, are still a virgin white!" I cried out loudly and (I hoped) with drama.
With that, I flung up my peasant blouse and stood posed, my hands and blouse stretched to the sky, my tits jutting out saucily, my hips leaning softly to the opposite direction, rakishly, like a cover girl from Glamour magazine.
I bent down, sweeping my hands out in a ballet bow, encompassing in my mind the air, the earth, and Jack. As I wheeled back up, I stuck my hands under my tits and caressed them inches from Jack's face. The circular movement of my hands brought my nipples standing to full attention.
"More, more!" cried Jack appreciatively.
I whirled about across his terrace, passing between his trees. My motion lifted up my skirt and revealed my furry brown pussy to his anxious eyes. He seemed to like my ass too-I brushed its full melons across his face in passing.
I whirled on, toying with the sash of my yellow skirt. I went into an exuberant full turn, pivoting my hips, and with it tossed off my skirt, waving it out to the end of my arm. I was naked now, standing in my sandals on the terrace of Jack's penthouse apartment, standing revealed and beautiful in the afternoon sun.
I tossed away my skirt and my sandals and went over to Jack. He sat there quietly, dressed, nodding approval. I lay down before him on my side. I propped up my head on my elbow, and with my other hand, ran over my tits, by belly, and took the temperature of my cunt. It was hot and wet.
"I hope you like me. I feel all voluptuous and sexy, like one of those soft, fleshy women in the paintings."
"You've got one of the nicest bodies I've ever seen, Lois. You're lean, but full where it counts. And I can tell you're sizzling inside right now.
He knelt forward on his knees and began stripping, He looked at me quizzically. "You don't like fucking too much, do you, Lois?"
"No! Mouths, skin, cunt, cock, come, that's what I like."
He slid out of his pants. He was bare sow too. We were beautiful together.
He leaned over and kissed me. My mouth felt all gooey. I felt my body opening up to him. He went to my neck, then sucked in -my red, jutting nipple. I reached up to play with his hair, then his head moved on.
His lips moved in slow, circular motions over the flat skin of my belly. I could tell by the feel of his lips that he was experiencing each inch of my flesh. The circles his mouth was making on my skin went lower and lower. I let out an involuntary moan. I wanted to grab his head and jam it down into my cunt as hard as I could.
I opened my legs. His wet tongue trailed over my belly and down onto my thighs, tracing my curves lovingly. The feel of his hot breath of my skin was making me shiver, too.
He nibbled lightly at the flesh of my thighs, then at the furry side of my cunt.
I lay back. "A muff diver, that's what you are, Jack! A twat tooler! A cunt lapper! And ... I love it!" I cried out to the heavens.
I raised my cunt up into his face. "Take me-all of me-and enjoy it!" I implored Jack.
"Mmmmm!" came back a muffled exclamation of joy and approval. His hot panting and the vibrations of his lips in my cunnie were delicious.
His mouth was all over my cunt now! His tongue brushed against my clitoris and dipped into my fuck-hole, then repeated the journey, again and again.
His hands held the balls of my ass. I was really getting hot now. I'd push my ass back into his palms, and feel his hungry hands all over me there, then my hips would pull forward of their own accord, pulling my cunt fully into his greedy lips. His entire mouth was around my cunt, surrounding it, drinking it in, spilling his saliva all over it, making me hotter and wetter. His tongue was stretching deep into the back of my cunt, touching the flesh of the wall of my womb. His moist spear kept plumbing my depths, and I squirmed and wriggled and moaned more and more in uncontrollable ecstasy.
My legs spread all the way apart, and my hips rose up hi the air. He was an ancient god, and I was offering him the cup of my cunt. All the tangy wine of the flowing juices of my body were his to sip at will.
He was holding me aloft with his arms now and licking me for all' he was worth. I felt my orgasm building slowly and I began to let go of it, I felt it traveling up and down my thighs and all through my dripping slit.
"Oh, do it, do it, Jack, do it!"
"Then ... "I'm gonna come. Hold me! Now.?� My stomach was tingling and my thighs trembling. I was so hot, and yet I was drifting, drifting into a luscious world I had never experienced before.
Suddenly, like a dam breaking, my climax began to explode. My coming was a tingling that got stronger and stronger until felt myself bursting.
My whole body strained upward and stiffened, then I felt the glorious pulsations of the spasms of my climax.
Then my orgasm passed and I fell back to the bed. Jack laid his head on my thigh and kissed me lightly.
He brought his head up beside mine and, cuddled me in his arms. I felt safe and warm and protected, but ... there was a but. I had shared my secret with him. I wondered if I could face him again.
Maybe we'd been too intimate. I guess the reality of it was that I was scared of what I was feeling for him. I doubted its genuineness, and my doubts messed my head up enough that I wanted to get out of there.
Soon I did. I lay hi the warmth of his body for a few minutes more, then when I couldn't take it any more I moved his arms, got up silently and dressed. I walked out without even looking back into Jack's eyes. All I know is that he didn't try to stop me.
CHAPTER Four
I'm still searching-or is it still running? I liked Jack, I bleed Joanie, I'd really gotten my rocks off well with them. Now I was ready to move on.
My guess is this: most individuals, as they go through life, at some point find another person (or a situation, or a group of people), with whom they're ready to spend some or all of their life. Maybe the individual has found someone he really wants, maybe he's found someone he'll settle for because the pain and the loneliness and the searching have become too burdensome. Anyway, I haven't found anyone I'm willing to do that with yet.
I found a great Bobby Dylan song the other day. It's called "Like a Rolling Stone."
Sometimes it feels .good to be a rolling stone, on my own; mostly it feels miserable though. When the pain gets too deep, I go out and look for someone. I look for flesh like an addict looks for heroin. Will there never be an end to this?
I've grown a lot while I've been searching. Last Saturday night I had a curious, bittersweet experience that I got some enjoyment out of.
I was lying on my bed, bushed, around eight o'clock, ' after shopping all day. I was remembering Richard, the son-of-a-bitch from the office I'd been involved with before. He sure had picked up fast where I was at with my lips. My mouth was a scorching pussy. Maybe I'd meet someone else if I went to Sid's party tonight, someone else who would recognize me right away, and then I -wouldn't have to do any sneaking around or explaining.
My tongue was licking my lips. I felt my blood flow into my lips, and they were beginning to pulsate. I pressed my lips together and felt my mouth pucker. I ran the soft, inner fingerprint of my index finger over my luscious, pink mouth, and my whole body began to quiver in response.
Shit, I was at it again! Always playing with myself!
I pushed myself up off the bed. If I got going now. I'd be hot as hell at the party tonight and that could have interesting results.
I caught sight of my nude, slender figure IB my full-length closet mirror. I was a piece of ass, and I knew it! My tits and pussy were waiting to get felt up by the right hands-or maybe any hands.
If I could have detached my mouth and gone all over my own body, tonguing and kissing it, I would have done it. I tried that with the vacuum cleaner one time, and went wild! This tune I settled for going up to my reflection in the mirror. As I got breathtakingly close to her beauty, I reached up and kissed her on the most wonderful part of her body, her lips.
Maybe I was miserable inside a lot of the time, but I could love myself for my physical beauty anyway. I was so tempted to jerk off-but I had a feeling something was going to happen at the party that I'd need all my energy and brains for.
I dressed simply in a tan dress with a large white collar. I emphasized my slender, voluptuous body with a pair of high heels. I did a little advertising: the "V" of my collar came down far into the ample, fleshy cleft of my bosom. My tits stood out full and inviting, unbridled by a bra. I even toyed with my nipples to make them jut way out through the cloth of my dress.
My week at work, with those idiot computers, had been frustrating. Now I was ready-for anything or anybody!
I walked over to Sid's apartment, it was only about ten blocks away, still in the Village. I still felt beautiful, walking along those streets. Some Italian fruit vendors shot me admiring stares as I passed down a small side street. The rising fires of spring must have been burning in all our veins.
"Whotta' ass on that one!"
"Sophia! Sophia Loren!"
"I eat your pussy!"
My steps slowed. I wanted to stop, share my beauty with them, let them admire me, feel me up, have me. I could do it.
"Come here, baby, I give you good time!"
Not now. Some other time. I was responding to their need, when it was myself I wanted to please. I wanted to get really hot, get into some good mouth sex, and these guys would have been too fast for me.
I came to the right building on McDougal St. It had the typical crumby looking, tilted, red-brick exterior of so many of the Village houses. It had been built in 1878 a little bronze plaque by the door informed me.
The stairway was narrow, dark, and dirty.
I opened a dark door slowly and stepped inside. I was in one of the most brightly lighted rooms I had ever seen. Large white paper globes with white light streaming out of them were all over the ceiling.
Some fifteen people stood around the walls of the large room, conversing and staring. Hands gestured and held out various drinks and cigarettes. I thought I was in a garden of statues at first. I smelled pot in the air. I adapted my time sense to theirs, then I felt I had walked in among actors rehearsing rather than statues. Yet, the whole scene seemed unreal to me.
I draped my coat on a chair. My host must have been busy somewhere. No one greeted me or acknowledged my presence. I felt lost.
I saw a bar in the next room. I took an uncertain step towards it. Then I remembered the look of my naked body in the mirror.
I would go fishing, using my own beautiful body as bait. I took a deep breath and felt my fine, firm tits stand out.
I walked across the room, swaying my hips provocatively as I went. I was moving slowly. I could feel my lips protruding in a pout. I felt their fullness, and they were red from all the blood in them. I sensed the attention of the room was on my lips. Men were looking up from their drinks to decide whether I was fuck-able or not, and I thought many of the women were comparing my beauty to their own.
I loved all this attention. I felt my whole face flushing-I must have been as red as a three hour harden.
"Young lady, let me get you a drink."
A short, young, dark-haired man with a curt Van Dyke beard was blocking my path. He was pretty skin, but he had a substantial way about him. He seemed good looking, but somehow sinister and he-scared me. Maybe it was the combination of his pointed beard and his blue blazer that was unsettling to me.
I decided to take the offensive.
"Don't you have something I could drink now?"
He looked down at his drink, confused. He seemed to be hanging in the air like a great eagle all ready to swoop down on his prey.
I kept on going past him. I poured myself a tall, golden Scotch and soda and downed half the glass. The room looked better as the burning of the alcohol warmed my belly.
I leaned back with my ass pressing into the bar table. I still felt conspicuous, maybe because I was hot after putting on my sex show. I was aroused. I wanted someone to admire and carve out the beautiful contours of my body the way Jack had done.
My new friend came back bearing a tray of canap�s.
"After what you said I find myself quite concerned ' over your diet, Miss ... "
"Lips. Just call me Lois Lips. That's quite a gift you brought me. Here, let me try it."
He pulled the toothpick out of a baby hot dog he'd brought. He held it in his fingers before my lips.
I reached ray tongue out for the hot dog, looking into his eyes all the while. I flicked my tongue back and forth across the tip. I wrapped my lips around the piece of meat and slowly sucked it in. When the guy released the weenie into my mouth, he reached over and ran his fingers over my lips. Then he patted my cheek and smoothed back my hair. I'd thought he was pretty slimy before, but now I wondered if he wasn't nice. I still didn't trust him, but it looked like he might know how to satisfy me sexually.
His eyes were staring at me. Pinpoints of black were drilling into my soul. I knew he wanted me.
I moved closer to him. I directed my gaze right at his lips. My firm boobs were pushing out through my dress into his chest.
My pussy was burning. I reached down to rub it, knowing my gesture would be hidden from the other people hi the room by this guy's body.
"You never told me your name."
"Randy. Randy the Rutter they call me."
"That's nice," I said. Just as I was speaking those words, the back of my hand brushed into something hard. He was hard! I wanted his cock in my mouth. I turned my hand around and gripped the head of his cock through his pants.
His hard look continued, but he didn't do anything. I decided to see how far I could go with the guy. I wanted to see if he ever lost his composure, too.
I pulled down the zipper of his pants. I reached in through his fly and began cuddling his stiff hot dick in my palm. His cock was so lovely! My stomach felt like a sunny meadow full of darting butterflies. I could hardly catch my breath.
"Randy the Rutter," I muttered looking up into his slender set face and his hard eyes.
"You want to suck me off, don't you?"
"Mmmmm." I nodded dumbly. "Tuck me back in and let's go."
I did as I was told. We started to pass through the door by the bar.
"Hope I'm not breaking into anything here."
I jumped. A short, burly fellow with crew cut blond hair stepped through the doorway. I watched his gaze drop to the hardon pushing out from Randy's pants.
"You are, Tony. Get lost. This young lady and I are just getting acquainted."
Randy the Rutter was talking like a gangster now. The fat guy was taken aback.
"Aw, come on, Randy. What happened to the 'everything's that's mine is yours' line you were giving me last week?"
Tony's blubbery lips were wide open and his hands were outstretched. He seemed to want me, and it did something for my ego, two guys after me ... two cocks to play with at once ... but I sensed a lot of violence hidden under Tony's fat compliancy. I also thought he was more wrapped up in Randy than with me.
"Tony," I broke in, jutting my hand on his arm. "I want to be with Randy right now. Talk to you before I leave the party, o.k.?"
Tony looked at me and bit his lip. Then he wheeled suddenly and stomped off.
Randy and I were alone again. He put his arm around my waist and led me through the door.
"But this is the bathroom, Randy," I protested.
Looking around, I found it was a large room for a bathroom. Fresh sky-blue paint covered the walls, black and white tiles on the floor. A furry rug covered most of the floor, and there was a dressing table in the corner.
Randy locked the door, then turned to me.
I felt nervous as hell. I sat down on the furry black cover on the toilet seat. All the annoying faces and chatter had given way to a silence that was underlined by the dim, ever-present rumble of traffic.
Randy strode over and faced his feet squarely apart before me.
"Where do you come from, Randy?" I asked, feeling stupid.
"The country of the blind, where the one-eyed man Is king!"
His cock was out now. The hole in his prick stared me in the face. It blinked at me, contracting into a fleshy mass, then enlarging into a vast hole.
He pressed his prick onto my closed lips.
I loved that hot, insistent male pressure that would tolerate no resistance. My lips opened. His rampant muscle slid in easily.
"Ahhh. It's warm and moist in your mouth, Lois."
His voice was strangely gentle. What was coming over him? I was worried, it seemed so out of character for this little prick of a satyr to be billing and cooing like that.
I bent my attention to the task. Cock! That's all I ever wanted, all I live for, opening my cunt of a mouth and sucking them in!
I began to explore the pink surface of his glans with my tongue. I grooved on the hundreds of tiny bumps covering the head of his cock. I found the tiny fold of skin right where his shaft began where men are especially sensitive. I sucked it into my mouth and nibbled on it.
He began to groan. He brought his cock in and out of my mouth. I clutched his ass through his pants so I could get more of his tumid meat in my mouth at once.
Now I was forced back. He was humping my mouth and back up against the water container on the back of the toilet. I felt cramped and squeezed hi and choked. The bathroom closed in around my dizzy head, and the blue swirled into a thick, fuzzy pea green.
I pushed my mouth off his meat and gave him a shove.
"Get back, Randy. I can't stand this!"
"Don't fuck with me, baby!" he said menacingly, going into his gangster routine again.
"No!"
My head jerked and my cheek stung. The echoes of his slap reverberated through the bathroom. I shrunk back.
I thought of calling for help, but I was ashamed to be caught in the bathroom like that. Besides, he had a fine cock and I could feel that my cunt was damp.
His brutality scared me, yet it turned me on at the same time. I could feel myself really coming alive in my burning cheek and all over my body.
"I'm sorry, Randy." I hung my head.
He jammed his cock into my cheek, and I felt it bend over.
Then he fucked my mouth, and his flaring penis drove deep into my throat. I gagged. I tried to suck at it, but my jaw wouldn't close.
"Come on, Lois. Perform! Lois Lips you call yourself? That's fake advertising. My canary could give me a better blow job!"
I tried nibbling and slushing my tongue all around, but nothing was working.
"You stink, Lips! A ninety-year-old whore with her teeth out could put more into this than you are!"
"Get up!" he cried.
He jerked me to my feet by my hair.
"Ow! That hurts!"
"Get down there!"
I tripped over his extended foot and crumpled heavily onto the black rug.
"I'd like to see if you can act like a woman instead of a lousy, two-bit whore."
I looked up at him, studying him and my reactions. I was glowering back at him, yet inside I could feel myself breathless and hollow. I was hot and ready to do what he wanted.
"Let's see what you've got there, Lois. Strip!"
He gave me a sharp little jab in the ass with his toe.
I unbuttoned the front of my dress and jiggled my boobs at him. I felt they were full and free and beautiful and that they would interest him.
His hard eyes kept looking into mine as if my tits didn't exist.
"Keep going!"
I knelt on my knees and kept unbuttoning. Then I was done. I flared my dress back over my shoulders. I was bare to him from my tits to my thighs, except for my underpants.
I dug my fingers in under the elastic waistband and began wriggling out of my panties. They slid down over the fleshy globules of my buttocks, then the furry mound of my pussy, leaving a series of little indentations where they had pressed into the pliant flesh of my tummy.
I sat back on my ass to get them off. I always feel so clumsy and exposed in this position. My feet were sticking up and I felt like a fat, vulnerable blob lying there.
My panties stuck on the heel of my shoe, so I threw the shoes off into the - corners of the bathroom. I lay back on my elbows, the whole front of my body, my boobies and my cunnie, and my open fleshy thighs too, sprawled out almost into Randy's face.
"Here I am. What are you going to do with me, Randy Rutter?"
I don't know what I was into, flaunting myself and daring him like that. Maybe I wanted to get myself fucked, even though it's out of character.
He stood there, hands on his hips, his blue blazer open, looking cool as a cucumber, studying my nude body.
"I'm going to find out if you can fuck and better than you can blow, that's what."
He played with his cock. He was all dressed, just his fly open, and his big harden sticking out, and now he was looking up my cunt, jerking himself off.
He went down over me on all fours. I could feel his hot breath and the intensity of his body.
Her jerked my legs up in the air, onto his shoulders, and came right up to me so that his cock was poised on the lips of my cunt, ready to slam in. So help me, I was hot as hell, my cunt was dripping like crazy inside. I'm a cocksucker, not a fucker, but this time I knew I really wanted it, though I wouldn't have admitted that for the world.
I began squirming all over the place, fighting to get free. My hair was getting wild and tangled, all over my face and breasts. My nipples were inflamed, and my tits were going in all different directions. My feet were kicking in the air and my widely parted thighs were banging up against his chest.
"Just keep righting, Lois, baby," he sneered. "I like it that way."
As I threw myself around, I realized I was jamming my cunt onto the -head of his cock. I was getting myself in deeper and deeper.
He moved in further. His shoulders forced my thighs back almost beside my cheeks. I was bent over into a huge fleshy oval of an egg fuckable, unable to resist.
He drew himself up and the line of his lips tightened.
"Wham!" He drove himself deep into my body, burying his shaft deep in my furry hump.
The shock vibrated deeply throughout my body. I was shocked into life. My blood was racing. I began fighting in earnest now.
I drew my feet back and began pummeling his head. I shoved at his body with my hands. And my pelvis-I began heaving my cunt all over the place, fighting the eternal battle of cunt versus cock, shoving my cunt up all around his cock, squeezing him as hard as I could. When I threw my body around, his big cock just came further and further into me.
"I've got you where I want you, baby," Randy said in a mixture of a laugh and a sneer. "I'm just sitting here, and letting you fuck like a bunny."
He was right, but I felt that I won either way. I was hitting him, and that felt good-but so did the fucking. I just wished that I was able to have more effect on him with my blows, though I was able to just groove on the fact that I was striking him.
He drew back from me and stood up. My warm, wet hole turned cold even in his brief absence, and I didn't know what he was going to be up to next.
He looked down on me with that hard leer in his eyes.
"Maybe I'll get the rest of them in here. Maybe I'll open the door and yell 'Gang bang, come and get it!' ". He paused. "On the other hand, maybe I'm just bluffing."
He strode over to the door, unlocked it, and threw it open.
Tony tumbled in from a squatting position and fell to the ground.
I was shocked.
Randy wasn't. "Eye to the keyhole, huh?" he asked with amused composure.
"I was thinking about calling for a gang bang, Tony," he continued, "but I guess you'll do. You go for this cunt, don't you?"
Tony, who was looking at me now, nodded. He was red faced and slobbering. He was repulsive to me, but I was so aroused now I was ready for just about anyone to do anything.
Randy swung the door shut and turned the key in the lock again.
"I've got her pretty well primed for you, Tony. Hold on a minute and I'll really get her hot."
He glanced at me to see how I was taking it. "Beauty and the beast," he muttered, chuckling.
I was lying there on my back on the floor, vulnerable ... My hands were cast back behind my head, my hair was strewn about like seaweed, my tits and tumid nipples were standing up in the air, young and proud. One of my knees was drawn up, and the other leg was outstretched, so that both these men could see my cunt. And-I was embarrassed-I was so hot that my pelvis kept squirming about and pressing on and off the floor in a gentle rhythm of animal heat.
Randy came back to me.
"Turn over," he commanded.
I froze. "What for?"
"You know what for. Go!"
Again, the point of his heel jabbed into my flesh, this time in my side. I jumped. I sat up half way, then turned and surrendered my luscious ass to the hard point of his attentions and his sexuality.
Tony was watching, slobbering still. His clothes were still on, but he had pulled out his meat and was playing with it like a delighted child. His cock was big and red and fat, and I could see a slight dribble coming from the end of it.
I couldn't see Randy, but I felt him lie down beside me. His clothes pressed into my side, then a hard point like a tiny balled fist.
"I'm gonna give it to you straight, Lois," he said, "No Vaseline, no spit. Just my raw meat."
I just lay there, waiting to see what would happen. I'd only gotten fucked six times in my life, and I'd never taken it in the ass before. I didn't know what it was going to feel like, but he sure made it sound pretty grim.
I didn't have to wait long.
His clothed knee pressed between my thighs and jerked them apart. He lay down across my back, but supported his weight on his elbows. I could, feel his hard rod pressing into the side of my buttock.
He shifted his body and now his cock came slowly over the entrance to my ass. It moved in a little ways and I enjoyed it. I thought that having a cock it my ass would be exciting and tickling.
That changed fast. He thrust into me suddenly.
"Yeowwww! Omigod! Shit, ifs killing me! Stop!" I cried out in a loud, panicked voice.
Randy drove deeper.
"Shheee-yit!" I screamed.
I was being skewered, like a piece of meat for a barbecue. I clenched my fists with all my might and tried to crawl towards the door.
"Stop that!" he ordered me.
He grabbed my shoulders from underneath my armpits and held me down. Then he began fucking me hi earnest. It was right at the end of his stroke that he really hurt me now, that last extra shove that he seemed to delight in making. I'd gotten myself into the control of a sadist.
"Tony," he grunted, "get over here!"
Tony breathed closer, panting heavily in my face and beaming.
Randy jerked at my right shoulder and yanked both of us over on our sides. He was still in me, but he didn't seem quite so deep that way. He kept moving in me, fucking my ass, and now I began to get into it too. It felt better when I could move with his rhythm, when I could be the one to wedge his dork way up inside my asshole.
Tony was alongside me now, his cock sticking my belly. He grunted and lifted my leg in the air, then rolled heavily onto me.
He found my cunt and pushing his cock into the opening. He didn't find the right place at first, and his cock banged into Randy's meat.
"You fuckin' slob, get it in there!" Randy cursed at Tony.
"I'm tryin', boss," Tony babbled.
To my surprise, I found myself reaching down to Tony's dork. - It was so big! I toyed with lovingly, even while Randy was grinding away at my ass. I wanted to bend down and blow Tony, his meat was so magnificent, but the circumstances didn't permit that.
My cunt was still hot and hungry, so I guided him in. He crashed in, actually, the big, over-eager baby. He was so big he stretched my cunt all over the place., and I felt pain again and stiffened.
"Nine inches, hodoya like that?" Tony chortled.
Damn him, I thought. Now I was getting it from two sides at once. I was lying on my side, the two men on theirs. What a sensation, a cock up my asshole and another up my cunt! I'd never felt anything like it before in my life.
With all the pain I'd felt, my whole body was tingling and oversensitive. But I was already grooving on the cock up my asshole, and now my cunt grew to accommodate Tony's huge harden as well.
I found my body moving softly to and fro with their motions. Maybe Tony was dumb, but some sure animal sense of his had him fitting in very well with Randy's thrusts.
Both of them would draw back from me at the same time, then their cocks would come charging in together. I'd breathe when they were both back, then, as they hit me, let go all the air in my body with a great "whoosh!".
Then I reached out and stilled Tony for a second. I was influencing them, I changed the rhythm. Now, as one cock hit my cunt, the one in my ass withdrew, then vice versa. I was continually buffeted to and fro now, with this new rhythm. I felt a curious sense of abandon, as though I were floating right on the edge of the sea, and being rocked by the waves as they came in, and lifted up by them again as they went out.
Tony was grunting and groaning constantly now. Randy, I could feel, was getting into a quick, tight, masturbatory motion. He started singing a little ditty to himself: "Randy Rutter, Randy Rutter, give it to her, Randy Rutter."
I threw back my arms and let them drive me where they would. I could feel the pressure growing inside myself. My movements, my fucking, was no longer a matter of choice, my hips were pumping for real now, and my breathing was coming more slowly and deeply.
Usually I feel an anxiety, a wondering if he will come too soon for me? When I'm sucking a cock, men do that, too, leaving me high and dry. This time, with two of them, I felt secure that I'd make it over the edge. And I was coming to the edge, leaving high ground and beginning to float through endless space.
"Randy Rutter, Randy Rurrr-'s gonna come, gonna come, gonna come."
I found myself humming his little ditty along with him, grooving on him, at the same time that I knew he was into a basically masturbatory thing. His hard, diamond drill was pumping into my ass fast and fiercely now. Tony's groans and Randy's singing were getting loud enough, so I thought they must be hearing them in the next room, but I was beyond caring what other people thought now.
"Blaaaah!" Tony went. His body was stiffened and his eyes staring.
My own body tightened into a vice and I stilled.
The hot gushes of Tony's come filled my cunt.
I got tenser and soared higher, then my first contraction came.
Randy's drill jammed way up my asshole and into my intestines. He was coming too, but the prick wouldn't let himself slow down and be vulnerable for a second. He kept pumping and coming, pushing Tony's and my relaxed bodies back and forth in an intense rhythm.
Then he slowed. We swayed back and forth into stillness.
I lay there hi peace.
Tony pulled out of me and flopped over onto his back, a huge, relaxed mound transported into oblivion.
Randy, too, entered into the peace. His hands wandered over my body, gently now, stroking my breasts and my belly. I was still ticklish and very responsive, and I jumped when his fingers grazed my lower belly.
That seemed to displease Randy. Pie got up in a bit of a huff, and began stomping around the bathroom. He tucked his limp meat back into his fly and zipped the opening shut. He paused by the mirror to brush his hair back into place with his fingers.
Then Randy gave me a piercing, devilish look. He went over to the door, threw it wide open with a slam, and passed through, leaving it wide open.
"She's in there, waiting for you, .go ahead!" I heard his voice saying from the next room.
I felt that I was in a bad dream, and I struggled to consciousness and activity.
"Tony, Tony!" I said urgently.
"Whaaa ... "? he asked.
"I need a cigarette. Would you get me one?"
He reached into his pocket and brought out some Camels.
"No, I only smoke filters. They're hi my purse in the next room. Get it for me?" I pleaded.
"Annnnh, o.k."
He lumbered to his feet and went out through the I leapt up after him and closed it quickly and silently, then locked it.
I threw on my dress and grabbed my shoes in my hand, leaving the white, silken puddle of my undies lying on the furry black rug.
I climbed up onto the toilet bowl and on top of the enamel water container ... I tried to force the window open but it seemed to be painted shut.
"Come on, let's go!" came the voices from the hallway.
"It's been years since I did this with the Egyptian Crowns.
"Geez ... a gang bang. I never been in on one."
"Hey, you slut! Open the fuckin' door!"
"Just a minute. I'm getting myself ready," I called back sweetly.
The noise of their banging covered the sudden loud opening of the window. The top part slid all the way down, flush with the bottom. I sat on it and swung over, putting my feet onto the sill outside.
The alley outside was quite dark after the well-lighted bathroom, but I could see the ground not ten feet below. I hung from the windows, then lowered myself down until just my fingers were digging into the sill. High drama, I thought, and well under control now.
I dropped lightly to the ground, landed on my feet,, and began walking to the street.
Inside I heard a loud crash. It must have been the door giving way. Loud muffled shouts of anger came out.
"Tony was all I needed. Forget it, you pigs!" I shouted out, hoping to put down Randy that way, and build up stupid Tony.
I felt pretty damn good as I strolled down Sleeker Street, my shoes in my hand, digging the balls of my foot into the rough, cool concrete.
I was a tough, wiry chick. I had outwitted them. The loss of my purse and a pair of undies meant nothing to me, and I'd probably be able to get them back from Sid in the next few days if I wanted to bother.
I'd experimented with fucking, gotten what I wanted (I still felt high from our triple climax), and gotten out, leaving those howling, piggish men to their own loneliness and lust. Let them satisfy it somewhere else, not at my expense.
I was learning. I felt I could stand up for myself pretty well now.
"Randy Rutter, Turning to butter,"
I bummed playfully to myself as I strode home.
CHAPTER Five
A long, slow week at work followed my experience with Randy the Rutter and Tony-and then Sunday came. That Sunday I had some of the very nicest sex in my life. I also began to get the glimmering that there were other people like me in this world, other oralists, and, wow, that was such a fine discovery to make. The fucking I'd just done was o.k. once in a while, but for me, my mouth's the thing.
Sunday morning came hi grey and damp. I woke up several times, drank in the sky and the shreds of mist around some of the taller buildings, then fall back into my bed and voluptuous sleep for a while.
Around noon I began stumbling around my apartment, putting on coffee, lighting a cigarette then forgetting it, and pulling on the first clothes I came to. I decided to go around the corner and get the Sunday edition of the New York Crime. I could eat my coffee cake curled up in bed leafing through the fat pompous newspaper. I felt sheepish, spending my Sunday in such passive, clich�d way, but ...
I passed through grey streets to the newsstand and tucked the fat Crime under my arm to keep it away from the moisture in the air. I was turning to go when I caught some gaudy green and red psychedelic writing out of the corner of my eye. A new sex tabloid lay there on the shelf bearing the admonition: Open Your mouth, On the cover below the title, disguised in flowery art noveau lines, was a large, semi-erect penis dangling on a woman's lips. In small letters in the bottom & legend said "see page 17 for advertisements galore."
I handed the man fifty cents and, avoiding his eyes, pulled the paper off the shelf and beat a quick retreat.
Once home, I forgot all my other plans and sat on the sofa reading Mouth. Vulgar pictures covered every page. Hairy cocks and cunts and open mouths and closed mouths and darting tongues were everywhere. Most of the pictures seemed to be two women and one man, with each of them licking the other's genitals or asshole. I found myself getting turned on, and I realized it was the threesomes that were getting to me. I'd only had one threesome," with Tony and Randy, but never with another woman. I began picturing myself with Joanie and Jack. My hand found my nubbin getting big and round, and I began rubbing it as I read. I liked jerking off, but something, I don't know what, held me back from really getting into being with the two of them.
Couple in early thirties looking for young girl to share our sensuous love with us. French love and 69ing our favorite. We are gentle, free, and never force. Let our sexuality flow from our mouths to your body-and back if you wish. Pete and Penny. Try us at 516-419-4842.
I sniffed my middle finger, then found myself dialing the phone. Rainy, summer Sundays are made for exploring bodies, in my opinion. The phone was picked up on the third ring.
"Hello. This is Penny."
"Ahhhh ... hi!" I paused and felt sheepish.
"What did you want?"
"To go to bed with you and Pete. To kiss and lick you all over, and have you do the same to me."
"How do you know you'd like us? I'm a bit fat, I don't even know your name."
"I'm sorry. It's Lois."
"You must be pretty lonely, Lois."
"Yeah, I am."
"Look, why don't you come out. We can't lose anything by talking to each other, and if Pete and I both like you, I'd love to get to know you better. I think I like you already."
"I like you, too, Penny. You're so friendly."
"Good, honey. Keep that up and I'll start feeling like your mother instead of a daring, lesbian lover. I want to fix the place up for when you come, and I'm going to put a roast in the oven. You like roast beef?"
"Love it. So how so I get to your place?"
"Take the old Short Island Rail road to Bayberry ..."
When I got on the subway there was a fine mist all over, and after an hour's train ride I found myself in a light rain. I tried to keep under the trees when I got to Sycamore street where Pete and Penny lived, but the dampness was seeping through the light coat I had worn.
I love the translucent, glistening light that comes out from behind the clouds on some rainy, summer days-the little white houses on the street, with their subdued trim and well-kept little lawns. Most of the living rooms had the blue-grey light of television coming out through the windows, others warm yellow lights. Ticky-tacky little boxes, and yet-these were homes. Married men and women and their children lived in these. I'd been away from home and I'd forgotten what it was like, with my mother and father and my brother Tommy ... I bet he's become real cute now ...
My stomach had become hollow inside. I wanted to turn around and go back, but my shoulders and feet were wet. Then I saw #129 Sycamore Street. It looked like all the other houses, but the light on the front porch was on. I was drawn to it.
A high hedge went around both sides of Penny and Pete's place, and in back it seemed to curve around to enclose the back yard. Somehow, in the midst of suburbia, they had privacy. I fantasized sprawling naked on the grass with them in back there, smelling the barbecued chicken cooking and us tasting each other while we were waiting ...
I'd dreamt myself right up to the front door. I tried it and it swung open. I stepped in.
A handsome man in a white shirt and grey slacks sat on a green sofa staring straight ahead. Before him a large, bold brown and white chess set with a game already in progress was on a coffee table.
He (Pete?) gave no sign of noticing my presence.
I closed the door softly behind me.
Through a hallway beyond the living room, I saw a woman bent over an open stove. She was slightly heavy, but voluptuously so. Ample boobs swung freely in a simple back dress. Her rich, brown hair was drawn up over the nape of her neck into a French twist held in place by a beret.
I walked down the hallway and stood silently and shyly, leaning up against the doorway jamb.
Penny looked up. She jumped. Her basting spilled, and the fluid from her ladle sizzled on the door of the stove.
"Lois?"
"Hi, Penny. I'm here," I added unnecessarily.
She put down her ladle. Her eyes traveled up and down my figure. I squirmed under her glance, but I liked the feel of the wooden corner of the door frame - pressing into my ass, and I could feel my nipples beginning to rise.
She moved over to me and her hands caressed my hair and shoulders. "Why, you're all wet!"
I nodded. "And it's awfully hot in your kitchen."
"Here. Let me help you off with your things."
She took the lapels of my coat in her firm hands and I helped her get them off my shoulders. She hung the coat on the door to dry.
I used the toe of one foot to push off the heel of the other, and in a second both my shoes clumped down in the corner.
She looked at me questioningly, her hands twitching at her sides.
I assented with my eyes and shivered.
I began unbuttoning the front of my dress. Penny reached for some lower buttons and began working her way up to meet me. My belly was giving little jumps where her light fingers touched me.
Our fingers met. I grasped hers and she returned the pressure.
I lifted off my dress and stood there for her appraisal in my panties and bra. She looked pleased. She ran her hand over my shoulder, over my bra, along my ribs, over my panties, and down the inside of my thigh.
"Ummm. I like it Penny, but I'm getting a little nervous right now."
She accepted that and pulled her hand back.
"Let me make myself at home for a while."
"Yeah, do that. Have you met Pete yet?"
"No, I haven't."
"Like me to introduce you?"
"Yes, I feel shy. I usually don't meet men when I'm not wearing much of anything."
"Come on."
She took my elbow and let me back through the hall.
Pete looked up from a universe away. His eyes were cloudy and he blinked. He looked over my body briefly.
"You Lois?"
"Yes. Hi, Pete."
"Play chess?"
"Not very well, but I'll try."
He began putting the pieces back in place. I sank down into an easy chair opposite him. The black velvet was itchy on my bare skin.
"What would you like to drink, hon?" Penny asked me.
"How about a tall Tom Collins?"
"Done. And I'll bring you a whiskey sour, Pete."
Penny disappeared into the kitchen.
I was alone with Pete. He was giving me a blankly affectionate, waiting look.
"You have white," he said. "It's your move."
I pushed my white pawn to spaces out into the middle of the board. It stood there, alone, pale, white, and vulnerable.
He responded in kind, and I brought out my knight.
"Here you go, my dear." Penny put two tall frosted glasses down on the table. She ran her cold wet fingers across my cheeks, and I shivered. It felt good.
I reached ever and put my arm around her waist, pulling her to me. I rubbed my cheek into the black fabric that covered her soft, but shapely belly. I felt her muscles contract sharply a few times, she must have been feeling pretty sexy and ticklish just then, too.
I hugged her belly tightly. Her fingers cupped my cheek and chin, then her palm grazed my lips. I trembled at her loving touch.
"How come I'm the only one bare around here?" I asked.
"Wanna play strip chess?" Pete asked.
"Forget it," Penny said. "She's right, we don't need to play a game to strip."
"You don't need to play strip chess," Pete agreed. "I'm remembering our ad now: 'sexuality flowing from the soul, no forcing.' "
His cool eyes melted a few degrees. I leaned my head back trustingly and looked into Penny's marvelously warm eyes. I felt that I could put myself into her hands, and that I would, soon.
I drank hi her warmth. "I came here to be free and loving with you, and now, as I get to know you better, I'm sure that's what I want."
She was shaking her head at me with delight. "You lovely girl, how did we ever find you?"
Penny pulled her dress up and off, and laid it care= fully over the back of a chair. Her figure was full to over-ripeness, but still beautiful. Her skin was a light, olivey color. Her breasts seemed tremendous under her black brassiere. Her hips were on the heavy side, but the flesh of her thighs was marvelous.
I turned and started kissing her thighs. I buried my head in between them and pressed her flesh around my cheeks. She was delicious, even her cunt smelled nice through her undies. I nibbled lightly and wetly at her flesh.
"Hey, it's your move! I brought my knight out too, groused Pete.
"Looks to me like it's yours," said Penny. She leaned over and supported herself on the coffee table. She was staring between Pete's legs, and I could see a big point sticking out there., Penny reached down and flicked it and his hardon started vibrating all over the place.
"Let Lois see that gorgeous piece of meat you "have there, Pete, honey," pleaded Penny.
"Whotta way to play chess ... ahh, all right."
He unzipped his fly and his meat stuck out. His cock was long and slender and full of veins.
"Checkmate!" I cried.
I reached across the coffee table and wrapped my fingers around his dork, and in doing so, knocked over several pieces. I squeezed his meat and shook it.
He looked sheepish and, forlorn as he watched the pieces bouncing and rolling to a stop on the floor.
"Hey, she's a piece, too, ya' know," said Penny.
"Yeah, you are," Pete said.
His expression bespoke misery, compassion, kind-ness, and lust as he gazed into my eyes.
"You're a complex man, Pete."
"Not really." He reached out to me for the first time by kissing me on the lips. He was gentle, direct, and a bit timid in his kiss. I pulled at his cock to bring him closer to me. Then his lips met mine fully and softly and he began stroking the back of my head.
Penny, meanwhile, was undoing the snaps on my bra.
"Stand up, Lois," she said.
I did as I was told, holding the bra up most of the way with my arms. The cloth slipped down over one of the nipples, and I was embarrassed to see my pink little bud standing up so shamelessly, even though Pete was sitting there with his hardon sticking out redly into the middle of the chess pieces.
They were both looking at me. I raised my arms, wriggled my hips, and my bra fell to the floor.
Penny was standing behind my right shoulder. "Oh, honey," she said, "they're beautiful. I have to touch one."
Her hand slid around over my arm and onto the beginning swell of my breast. I had goose pimples, she , was moving so maddeningly slowly. Pete, I could tell, was watching with interest. He was starting to stroke his cock, his big red rod was sticking across the chess board at me. I didn't know if he wanted to fuck me, or if I wanted to suck off his dick, or what. I was just conscious of following the movement of Penny's fingers as she worked her way further down my breast, towards the nipple.
"Stay still a second, Lois." She drew back, I heard her unclip her bra and let it fall to the ground. Then she moved behind me, her bare boobs pushing softly into my back. Both her arms went around me, and now her fingers began moving up my stomach.
I was shaking. "Come on, Penny, grab 'em, will you?" I demanded and pleaded. She chuckled softly and her hands kept on their slow path upward, over my ribs. I rubbed my back up and down along her tits, and I could feel the soft pressure of jutting nipples in my back.
Penny's palms and thumbs reached out now, and the heel of her hand passed slowly over my remaining rib. She was there! Her palms gently closed over the hidden sides of my moons, the underneath part of my breasts. As her cupped fingers lightly traced the forms of my tits, her thumbs discovered my rock-hard nipples and teased them, tracing the edges of my aureoles, flicking at my nipples, and pressing them deeply into the fleshy melon of my boob.
"Oh, God, Penny," I moaned, "keep it up. Never stop."
"You've got such beautiful boobs, Lois," Penny whispered into my ear. "Mine are big and fat and saggy compared to yours. I'm afraid to even let you see them."
"Your knockers are better than mine, too," said Pete, sitting back and playing with himself and grooving on the whole scene. "Yeah? Let's see," I dared him.
"Here!" He unbottoned his shirt and revealed a slender, muscular chest.
I reached over and toyed with his nipple with one hand while I caressed the tip of his prick with the other.
"There, got it up a little ways." He put his hand over mine, then brought it to his lips "and kissed it.
"Penny, I want to see yours. I hope you're ready, "cause here I come."
I turned in my chair. I was eye level with her tits now, and they were tremendous, I'd never seen anything like them.
"Forty-eight inches?" I asked her.
"Forty-nine. You like?"
Her chest had been back and she'd been letting them stand free. They were huge, bouncy, and floppy, like a great rag doll. She shook them, twisting and turning her whole chest so they fairly flew over the whole room. Her nipples were the deep, reddish-brown color of motherhood. They were slapping her belly now in a loud, irregular, flesh tattoo.
"Here they are, Lois, baby. You want them?"
For a handsome, mature woman, she was so begging, so unsure of my acceptance of her.
"Yes, I do, Penny, yes. Let me have them."
She cupped her tits, sticking them out, pushing them up and down, working over her nipples as she swayed closer to me. Her torso was rocking sinuously, and her tits were spiraling closer and closer to my mouth.
My mouth opened, begging, like a baby's.
Her soft heavy boob came right up to my mouth. The red skin of her nipple brushed across my excited lips. I twitched, and hi my agitation almost bit her nipple as hard as I could.
I grabbed at her tit and sunk my fingers deeply into it.
"Aaaahhhnnh!" moaned Penny.
"That too hard?" I asked anxiously.
"No, no, keep it up. It hurts, but I love it too. Feel me, feel me, do my tit, feel me up all over!" she cried out. I seemed to have set off a great wellspring of passion in her.
Penny was bucking up and down now, twisting and turning her .body again. I stuck my fingers into the waistband of her panties, and managed to get them off by utilizing her movement. As they slid down, my fingernails, hooked into her elastic, ended raking, great red welts down the sides of her tender thighs.
"More, more, grab me!" she yelled.
Pete was sitting there watching, still masturbating, seemingly indifferent to his wife's ecstasy. Maybe he had failed to satisfy her in the past, and that was why she was such a raging torch now.
I clutched Penny around her waist with the fingers of .my left hand, letting my nails sink in again.
"That's it, baby! Dig in! Let me feel you!"
She was a whirling dervish now, and that made it all the better for me, her excitement was contagious. I felt a new abandon coming over me.
My pussy was tingling, burning even. I wrapped my bare legs from where I was sitting in the chair around Penny's voluptuous legs. Her full, sweaty flesh writhed under my tight grip. I pulled her in to me, and buried my head in her soft belly, licking her, sucking her, munching on her skin, while she shook like jello through the force of her ecstatic movements.
I clutched her fatty bush with my free right hand, shaping it, finding her boundaries which I was afraid she'd lost track of herself. Then I gave myself up to stimulating her, rubbing her pussy up and down, pressing deeply on it, grabbing the fatty hair and shaking it.
Her moans got deeper, and I went for more. I Jammed my middle finger far up into the slit in her twat. She was dripping wet inside, she was so turned on. The entrance to her pussy was smooth and wet, then it got bumpier and rougher as I went further in. I hooked my finger around the shelf of bone at the mouth of her womb to assure myself a solid grip in her vibrating flesh. I had her trapped now, one arm around her waist, my hand up her pussy, my legs wrapped around hers, and my mouth buried in her belly.
She swayed uneasily on her feet as she fought the loving battle of flesh with me, and she seemed to fall toward me until she leaned on my shoulders for support. I brought my head back as her weight came onto me, and now her huge tit filled my open mouth.
I sucked Penny's tit softly, tenderly, as I stilled my other hand. She caught my mood, and her vibrations slowed to meet mine, though her frenzy seemed to remain, only to go underground.
Penny began smoothing back the hair out of my face, and caressing the nape of my neck.
I felt Pete kneel beside me, and then a mouth clamped down over one of my tits, and a hand kneaded the other. Now, as I worked on Penny's tits, I could tell just about what she was feeling because Pete was doing the same things to mine. I felt that the boundaries between us were melting, that only sensation, affection, and our mounting desires to climax remained.
I cuddled Pete's head against my breast. His free hand was on his wife's hip. The current was running in a full circle between the three of us. As my nipples, and shoulders began to tremble, I could feel both of them registering it and expressing new appreciation for me with new caresses. I felt secure now, my bare body surrounded by two other bare bodies who were holding me and trying to please my body and soul-.
The gentleness touched me and melted me, and I was able to give myself up to it fully. The river flowing through me began at Penny's wet breast, where a thin, sweet substance was coming into my mouth now. She was giving up her mother's milk to me.
The river flowed out of me in two directions, out my tit into Pete's warm insistent mouth, and out my cunt where his ringers were rotating my clit now. I rejoiced in the musky, fertile smell that was rising from our aroused bodies.
My whole body flowed up into the meeting surfaces of skin, that point where my lips trembled against Penny's nipple.
"I'm going to come," I confided to my two new loves in a whisper.
I had only to mouth the words, for I was sure that the responsive radars of their skins were already picking up my activity.
"You, too?" breathed Penny, as softly as I had.
"Oh, my babies, hold me tightly!" I was whimpering and sobbing now.
Penny screamed. Once. Piercingly.
I felt Pete gather us both into the broad embrace of, his arms and pull us together. We paused there in midstream.
The quaking started in Penny's belly. Her tit shook in my mouth like jelly-and my mouth went into contractions, gaping and gasping like a fish up on land.
We were in unison once, the last of her contractions and the first of mine. The last of her violent contractions came at the same time as the first of mine.
I followed her, moaning and quaking each step of the way.
We were floating, clutching each other for support on our dizzying journey.
My mouth slipped away from her tit and I swooned forward. Pete told me later that he'd caught me, then eased me to the rug, and that Penny had slipped to her knees, then to the floor, where she'd fallen into my arms.
* * * * *
I came to, still floating. My head was buried somewhere in Penny's ample, bare bosom.
I sat up, blinking, not knowing if I was asleep or awake. When I got the hair out of my eyes, I got a blurry image of Pete back on his perch on the edge of his sofa, naked but for black shoes and socks.
My eyes weren't blurry, he was moving real fast. One band was moving chess pieces all over the board with extreme speed, thumping them down on the board. His other band was thumping his cock, which was huge, erect, and redder than the flames of hell.
"Check!" he snarled, beating his meat with a new frenzy. Skin was slapping skin as his cock kept hitting his thigh and the pouch of his balls flew about wildly.
Was I in a crazy dream? If I were, I could still enjoy it. I crawled around the coffee table and pushed my way up through Pete's hairy thighs. His sliding knuckles just missed my nose. As I moved up higher the ham of his hand banged repeatedly into the broad muscle of my shoulders. His eyes were glazed. Maybe he was so absorbed in his piece and the chess pieces that he didn't even know I was there. So what?
This was exciting, and my mouth was raring to go. I'd never been so close up to a giant cock and flying balls being flagellated this way before.
I reached my hand to his thigh, and discovered that his body was incredibly tense, that all his powerful energy was coming out in his masturbating. It was a shame, that he should waste himself in such a closed circuit.
"Hey, Pete. I'm Here. Hello." I waved my hand in front of his eyes. Only then did he peer down at me and his eyes meet mine. "Hi, you nutty asshole," I said affectionately.
"Lois," he muttered. "Capture the white queen."
"No. It's you I want, Pete. I'm going to suck your cock now."
"Oh. Sure." Absentmindedly he guided his huge dork over to my lips.
At first all I saw were long strands of hair, hiding the first few inches of his rod. I traced it back to its base. I was thrilled to find where his cock began, and the thick, powerful muscles where his hard-as-steel shaft first sprang forth from his belly. I gripped it there, then traced it upwards to a huge purple vein that went on a whimsical winding journey up to the head of his cock. My fingers rose up onto the red ridge of the head, then swooped down as I got right up to his very tip and his cumhole. His cock was so pointed there I could see why they're called pricks-it looked as though it could drive its way deeply into the most determinedly, resisting orifice.
Now he took his shaft and drew it back and forth across my lips.
"I thought you wanted me, Lois. Don't make me wait any longer. I've been sitting here masturbating for the last twenty minutes while you two were getting your beauty sleep in each others' arms over there. I may be absentminded, but I'm fuckin' hot too!"
I slid my wet lips over the tip of his dork without more ado. With my tongue, I found that delicious little fold of skin just behind the head of his cock.
"Feel better now?" I asked him.
His cock had come deeply into my mouth, and I was playing with his balls as if they were the keys of an accordion.
"Ummmh ... that's good, Lois. Say ..." he started .pensively, then his voice dropped away.
"What is it, Pete?"
"Would you eat out my asshole, Lois?"
He leaned back on the sofa so I could get at him, 'bending both his legs at the knee while he left them up in the air.
I lathed my way back down his cock, along his hard scrotum and over a ridge of muscle. I pulled back to get a good view of his asshole. It was a shade redder than Penny's nipples had been. "The puckered petal of the anus ... " I muttered to myself.
I ran my tongue around his rosy red rim. I remembered stories of people getting hepatitis this way, but I decided to chance that.
I braced my tongue until it felt firm as a spear, then I plunged my way in. His sphincter muscles relaxed right away, and I began to lathe around the entrance to the monstrous cavern of his asshole. The circular ribbing of firm muscles dosed about my tongue.
Further in the skin became spongey, squishy even, with many prickly little bumps sticking up. I rotated my tongue around in a wide, fast circle of movements.
My nose was buried in his crotch. Above me I felt him at it again, jerking off. His balls were banging into my forehead. His breath was coming in regular grunts and groans, and I could feel his scrotum and asshole expanding and contracting.
Then I heard new sounds, wood scraping on wood.
Light hands were caressing my own ass now. I could visualize myself, my ass sticking way up in the air, a huge, white double egg. I must have been a fascinating target for Penny's caresses.
Those light, lovely dark hands withdrew from me. I was alone in the suddenly cold dark air. My own explorations had stilled, and even Pete's perpetual motion machine was going more slowly now.
I felt so exposed and vulnerable, yet aroused and receptive at the same time. The heavy assfuck Randy and Rutter had given me came back to my senses, its beginning in tremendous fireworks of unbearable pain, and how that pain had become transformed into a Joyous aliveness, a razor's edge of total awareness throughout each of the tiny, shimmering, electric cells of .my being.
I was ready for anything now.
Except what came.
A tiny, moist little worm started wriggling its way up into my asshole. It felt delicious, yet tickled unbearably. I giggled, and the sound of my joy were muffled in the hair and the flesh of Pete's ass.
I reached back and spread the cheeks of my anus. Then I wriggled back to get more of that lovely worm.
"Lois!" came Pete's heavy voice. "Find something long and jam it up my asshole and blow me at the same time, will you?"
My middle finger worked just fine. I probed in an exploratory way around the edge of his puckered anus, then forced my linger in.
"Shit! That hurts like hell-but I love it too. Don't stop! Fuck me some more, Lois! Blow me too! Give it to me with everything you've got!"
I kept my finger going, jerking its way brutally in and out, the way he seemed to like it. Then I settled down to gobble up my meal. This was just my dish, his raw, red, aroused cock that had been at it for hours without coming. Now he was dying for release. His flaring Joystick spread out to fill my entire mouth as I sucked and knoshed away.
"Oh, baby! It won't be long now. I'm on my ways Lois!"
As he was getting off, I was grooving on the tenderness that Penny was lavishing on my asshole. Her tongue, plus the stiff meat in my mouth were driving me to new heights of ecstasy.
Her fingers weaved their feathery way across my crotch and into the blood-filled labia of my cunt.
She touched my clit, and I melted and swooned with delirium.
"Ohhhh, Penny, honey ... " I whispered.
She clasped my nubbin between her thumb and forefinger and began rubbing it That's when I went off.
"Eee-owww!" I yelled.
My finger crashed spasmodically deep into Pete's asshole.
My back arched and my vacuum cleaner lips sucked off of Pete's cock with a loud "Pop!".
I was suspended in a tuneless, eternity of bliss. My first contraction came, and my entire body shook, "Splash!" went the first spurt of Pete's come. It hit my unseeing eyes and dripped down my cheek.
I opened my mouth and the next shot fell across my lips. Others hit my nose and chin, and a final feeble one dribbled down my boob. If I could have gotten pregnant from swallowing come, those first few shots must have carried some beautiful little kids, energetic little -bastards who would have been supermen.
Penny nudged me. "I could feel all your contractions," she said. My tongue felt your asshole going wild."
"Ummm," I replied. "Hey, how about you. You 'didn't come."
She played with Pete's sperm on my face, smearing it around.
"No, but I fee! good now."
Moments later we were lying around in each others' arms. Pete was licking languorously at Penny's snatch, and I was fooling with her asshole, when she suddenly "Jesus! That fuckin' Short Island duckling! I forgot all about it. It'll be burned to a crisp by now!"
Only the skin was burnt-to an even brown crisp-ness. Inside, the meat was juicy and succulent.
I think I'll leave my threesome there, one big happy family, finishing off every bit of the duckling, then using each others' bare bodies as towels for our greasy hands. I don't think I need to mention what that started up again. The family that eats together stays together.
CHAPTER Six
I picked up the next issue of OPEN YOUR MOUTH and read it cover to cover. This time I realized there were several articles, too, not just dirty pictures. I read the articles and learned a lot about the feelings oralists have, and how other oralists coped with the bad image of them which society has.
A lot of the writers seemed to understand what my world was like. Reading Mouth, I didn't feel so sad or alone any more.
When I got back to the advertisement section, I found myself daydreaming about meeting some of the people there.
I felt scared though, too. I'd been really lucky meeting Pete and Penny that way-who knows what kind of freaks and oddballs I might have met if I took chances on all these people.
Then I found a new ad, a big one, right in the middle of one of the pages.
DIG YOUR MOUTH?
USING IT?
Mouth worship club for
serious mutual admiration.
Call FY2-45 87. Oralist Soc.
I reread the ad several times and I couldn't imagine what one of their meetings would be like. I decided that it was time I got out of this isolation I was in.
I dialed the number.
"Hello. Oralist Society," said a masculine voice.
"I read your ad in OPEN YOUR MOUTH and I'd Eke some information about your society."
"Yes, ma'am. Our next meeting will be held Thursday night at 7:30 at 17 William St The doors close at 8:00. No reservations are needed, but there is a two dollar charge to coyer expenses, and light refreshments are served. What is your name please?"
I hung up on him. I wasn't giving these crazies my name. He hadn't even given me any information on their place. If I was going to find anything out, I'd have to go there myself.
Thursday morning when I was leaving for my office, I saw the address on my phone pad and ripped it off, and during my long boring afternoon at work I decided that I had nothing to lose by going.
I felt pretty damn beautiful walking over there in my sheer, black dress. I wondered if I'd meet anyone over there who had as hot a mouth as myself, or if they were just a bunch of lechers and curiosity seekers.
I rang the bell at William Street and a woman opened the door for me. She was hi her thirties, dark haired, and wore a dazzling red dress.
"Hi. Is this the Oralist Society?"
"Yes, dear, it is. Do come in. Well be starting the meeting shortly. Ummm, I must say you have an extraordinarily beautiful mouth. During the meeting I hope you'll tell of some of your experiences with it,"
I gave her a crooked grin and walked by her.
A number of chairs were lined up in rows with little groups of people sitting around hi them chatting. When they saw me, several of them also made exclamations about my mouth. I felt flattered and embarrassed.
Someone handed me a cup of coffee. Clutching it for protection, I sat alone in an end chair-and waited for things to happen.
The men were all wearing business suits, except for one guy just coming out of the kitchen in a sports jacket and plaid pants. Most of the women wore stylish dresses of just one color. They all seemed to be making small talk, and the whole scene reminded me of a cocktail party.
As eight o'clock approached the room filled with some forty or so people. Some were young, most middle-aged, and all were dressed respectably. That surprised me-I must not have accepted my own oralism.
The lady in red rapped on the desk.
"May I have your attention please? I'd like to get the meeting started."
An expectant hush fell over the room.
"I see several new faces here as a result of our membership drive, so I think I'll mention the aims of our little society. First, let me say that my name is Cynthia, and that I'm glad to see so many new mouths here. Our group has been formed because of the nature of the sexual pleasure we all seek. For most of us here it's mouth contact, in either active or passive roles, that turns us on. If that scares anyone here, this might be a good time to leave, and if you want to, you could talk privately with one of our staff at some future time.
"Everyone's staying? You're sure? O.K., I'm glad, but don't say I didn't warn you.
"In this group we have formed a close, ever= strengthening bond with one another. This bond has allowed us to practice our own customs and to feel free to experiment with our mouths in ways that the narrow-minded society outside these doors would frown upon, even lock us up for."
Some scattered hissing and booing took place.
"I'd like to begin the meeting by just giving you all a chance to get to know one another. After you've mingled for a few minutes, some of our members will be speaking about their experiences and hassles coming of age in this society. O.K.," Cynthia said, smiling, "go to it."
Several of the people began talking all at once.
I stayed right where I was. I was afraid of all these people and didn't want to get too close to them. Some of them had already started to kiss each other. That tamed me on, but I was afraid of what they might think of me. I remembered how disapproving everyone had been in my small town back home, and these people reminded me of them.
"Hi!" He was digging me in the ribs, trying to get my attention. "Fm Carl, who are you."
"Lois." I didn't dare pull my Lois Lips bit around these people!
"Well, Lois, I want you to know that I think you have just about-the loveliest mouth I've ever seen."
"Everyone's been saying that to me. What is that, some kind of ritual around here? I don't get it."
He leaned forward. "Your lips make a perfect Cupid's bow, the way they arch in the middle, swing down, then go up ever so slightly in the corner. To me that shows a taut, alert soul."
He let his finger trail over my lips as he stressed each part of them. I blushed, because he seemed to admire me so much, and because I'd thought I was catching him giving me some line, but he had something to back it up.
"Would you mind if I kissed you?" he asked softly.
I hesitated, then thought what the hell, this is what I same here for.
He bent down and placed his lips gently on mine. His lips moved around on mine, in an exploratory way, I could tell that he was really feeling me, not just going through some ritual the way a lot of genitalist pigs do. Just as I turned onto him, he began to pull away, so I didn't force myself on him.
I found myself drifting off to other people. I wasn't so afraid any more, I did want to reach out and make relationships; after all, these were my people.
I began nudging my way around the room, Just saying hello to people and speaking to them for a minute.
A girl my own age rushed up to me and kissed me right on the lips. I was startled at first, and then she was gone off to someone else.
Then Cynthia called the meeting to order again. Was she deliberately frustrating us this way, getting us turned on then stopping the process?
"I'd like to ask some of our regular members to speak on some of their experiences with their mouths."
She paused, letting the words sink in.
"Do we have any volunteers?"
There was only whispering and a few giggles.
"Nobody wants to talk?" Her voice sounded amazed and hurt.
"If no one else wants to take this opportunity, I will."
A fine bunch of oralists, I thought to myself. Closet lips!
"My story starts when I was sixteen years old and living on a farm in the midwest. My mother died when I was four, so my father and I managed the farm by ourselves. One afternoon when I had finished my chores for the day, I took a walk with my dog, Cane, a big shepherd. He was a big dog, all covered with grey and black fur, and I really loved him. We used to walk together all the tune, but this afternoon was special.
"The night before I'd been in my father's room by myself and I'd gotten turned on by some books that showed fellatio and cunnilingus, and only by those, not by the intercourse ones. I didn't know it at the time, but this was the beginning of a long search and a lifestyle.
"Anyway, Cane and I went up into the Mils, When we finally came to rest in a glade filled with tall grass, I sank down into it and let the grass tickle the backs of my thighs. Cane lay down, too, and I could feel his fur on my legs. I started to pet him and he rolled over to offer me his stomach. I scratched his belly for a long time and then I realized his pecker was standing straight up in the air. I'd never seen it like that before, and I reached down and touched it. Cane made a low, growling noise.
"Cane's cock was bright red, glossy looking, and curved.
"I played with it in my hand for a long tune. Then I moved up closer so I could get a better idea of what it looked like. Cane just lay there and let me play with him, he didn't seem to mind at all."
"I sniffed at it but all I could smell was wetish fur. Then I decided to do what I had seen the woman in Daddy's picture do to the man. I took Cane's cock fully into my mouth!"
A gasp came up from the room.
I looked around. Everyone seemed spellbound.
"His dog cock tasted pretty good. I took the whole length of it right into my mouth. I sucked all around it and drew it in between my lips. Cane lay there making low, animal noises. Sometimes his body would jerk a little. I thought from the way he was behaving that he liked what I was doing to him. Finally I got into sucking him in a rhythm, and then that damn dog shot his load right into my mouth. His come was hot and salty and filled my entire mouth. I swallowed some of it and spit out the rest, but that was only the beginning of Cane's and my adventures together. Finally, just before I left home to go to college, Cane fucked me right in the cunt. I enjoyed it, in a way, but it wasn't the same as having that proud dong of his in my mouth and being able to suck away on it like a happy baby. And ... that's the way I am today."
Her voice had trailed off at the end, it had become low and thoughtful.
Some scattered applause came, then silence.
Cynthia's voice came from far away when she asked, "Anyone else care to tell about themselves?"
I felt the urge to cry out and say, "Me. I do!" but I didn't know what I'd say.
A middle-aged man with a middle-aged spread, wearing a blue suit, was pushing his way up through the chairs. Cynthia welcomed him, then came to a chair near me and sat down in an aura of sad self possession. He looked over the audience for a full minute before he began to talk.
"I'm Jack. Most people like to fuck, but not me. I suck pussy or cock, it doesn't matter which to me. I just love feeling another human being getting excited under my mouth.
"I grew up in a house full of women, just women, my mother, my grandmother, and some aunts and cousins. One lazy, summer afternoon I was alone with just my mother. She'd sent me upstairs to take a nap but I couldn't sleep. When I heard her coming up, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. She tucked me in, then she hovered around for a while, running her hands over my legs.
"After she left, I heard the shower running. Then she went into her room, and the springs kept creaking. I snuck out of my room to see what she was doing. The door was wide open, as if she'd hoped I'd come.
"Mama was lying on her bed, her thighs spread wide apart, and I could see her pussy from where I was standing. Her hand was down in her nest and she was rubbing herself. Her hips kept going up and down off the bed and she was making a lot of little noises.
"I thought she might have hurt herself and I came rushing in.
" 'What's wrong, Mama?'" I asked her anxiously.
Her hand jerked away from her cunt.
" 'I'm all right, Jackie. What are you doing out of bed?'
" 'I heard you making noises and I thought you'd hurt yourself.'
" 'Nothing's wrong.'
" 'But you're pink all over, in between your legs and in your face and everywhere. And you're not breathing right. What's wrong, Mama?" Her face blushed a bright scarlet.
" 'I was just trying to make myself feel a little better down there, that's all.'
" 'Can ! watch?' I asked her.
"At first she said no and tried to shoo me off to bed. Finally she gave in and said I could watch if I promised never to tell anyone about what I had seen her doing.
"I promised, then she lay back and spread her beautiful legs. From where I was sitting on the bed, I could see her dewy pink inner lips inside the hairy ones, and there was a little pink nubbin of flesh sticking out at the very top of her slit. I didn't know what it was then, of course.
"Mama put her hand on that little button and her fingers kept going around in a circle on it.
"She shrugged off the blouse she was wearing. I helped get it off her shoulders. I saw her tits for the first time. They were large with bright, pink nipples and they stood out from her chest. They rose and fell with each ones of her breaths. I wanted to suck them very much, but I thought Mama might not like that so I just sat there licking my lips.
" 'I feel lonely and silly doing this in front of you, Jackie. Would you hold me?' "I sat up next to her on the front of the bed and put my arms around her shoulders. I could feel her body shaking in my arms, and her tits kept moving. I put my hand on one of them, and she let out a moan of pleasure.
" 'Just a minute, Mama,' I said, 'I have to go to the bathroom.'
" 'O.K., Jackie. Hurry back, will you? I like having you here with me while I do this.' "When I came back, my little prick was hard, and I was shy again about getting too close to her and letting her see it. I sat back down on the end of the bed.
"Mama's legs were wide apart now. I was curious about what she was doing, and there was a funny smell coming up from between her legs. I moved in closer and rested my hand on her knee. She reached up and began rubbing my belly with her foot.
" 'Oh, Jackie. If only your father was alive today. He knew just the right way to suck me off when I'm hot.'
"That sounded like something I could do to help. After all, I'd kissed Mama lots of times, not in that place, but in a lot of other ones.
"I brushed her hand away and put my mouth down on her wet cunt. She groaned real loud and said, 'Oh, Jackie, you mustn't do that!'
'But I did. She stopped trying to fight me, and she let me lick her cunt all over. For me, it was like the time I used to have a pet squirrel to play with. She was all warm and furry and I could play with her and suck at her. I liked the way she tasted and the way she squealed whenever I hit a sensitive spot.
" That's it, Jackie. Right there, keep licking that little button, O.K.?'
"I did. I sucked it way in between my teeth, licked it, and nibbled at it.
"Mama began writhing all around on the bed. My head was buried deep in her snatch and her thighs were clamped onto my head.
"I was really enjoying being there with her, feeling safe and warm and that I was really helping her. Then she began to jerk around and groan so loud she was almost screaming. Her body got all stiff and I was afraid she was going to die. Then she collapsed back down on the bed and somehow I knew she'd be all right.
"I wanted to keep on helping her, but she didn't want me to any more. She said it hurt too much and I was afraid I'd done something wrong. No, she said, we'd just had enough for one day. She had, but I hadn't. I don't think I'll ever have enough."
I could sense a new aura in the room as Jack finished talking. I and many others in the room were getting hot with all this talk about our sex lives. My own hand was scratching my pussy. Other people were playing with themselves or their neighbor, but in very subtle, well-mannered ways that would probably have seemed only extra affectionate to a newcomer.
"Anyone else with a story to tell?" asked Cynthia?
A girl in yellow slacks and a gaudy blouse came up and took the platform.
"I don't really have a story to tell. I have a problem I'd like help with."
"Feel free, my dear. One of the reasons we're here is to help people."
The room nodded in agreement.
"My name is Sharon. I can't come unless I'm sucking someone's cock."
I gasped out loud. I couldn't believe my ears. I was able to come other ways, but still--Sharon was the same as me! I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me. No, they were all staring at her. I still didn't want them to know about me, but I wanted to see what suggestions they gave Sharon.
"What I mean is," she continued, "I'll be out on a date with a guy and well start necking and petting. Then they always want to fuck. Once in a while they let me suck them off, but usually they try to force me to fuck them, and I just don't get anything out of it that way."
Just like me, I thought.
"I only know I'm going to get an orgasm when I'm sucking someone off, and once in a while when they eat me."
She came to a stop now. I was anxious to hear what they'd say to her.
"My dear, you have to learn to accept your oralism,, Being an oralist is neither dirty nor perverted. It's a way of life for many of us here tonight."
I liked what Cynthia said. I'd always thought my own orality was dirty, was something I couldn't force on other people. But her idea "was so simple and so right: accept your own oralism, don't get brainwashed by society into putting your own oralism down. If it's right for you, it's right.
I was flipped out in my own dreamworld while other people were given their reactions to Sharon's problem (and mine). Another man with a high, boring voice went up and talked. The audience became restless and began shifting in their seats, getting up for coffee, or conversing and necking with their neighbors.
Cynthia saw what was coming. She got up and helped the man finish, fast.
"Now, let's be ourselves and just see where we go from here," she said.
People began kissing and holding each other.
I moved into the embrace of a woman in her fifties. She kissed me on the lips, and I guess that was what really got me started.
I got up from her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the man with the plaid pants locking the door with a large key.
Then a young, blond guy was right in front of me. We,- too, kissed and slowly explored each others' mouths with our tongues.
His tongue reached up to the roof of my mouth, and slowly delineated the roof of my mouth and the area within my upper teeth. I began sucking on his hot spear. Then I started getting all the juices from his mouth and drawing them into mine.
His arms came around me. His hands slid over the rounded cheeks of my buttocks and even caressed the crease of my ass through the black material of my dress.
I felt a new pair of hands on me while in the young man's embrace. They were soft, and I thought they were female but they turned out to be male. This other guy was holding We from behind and feeling up my tits and belly. I felt one hard cock pressing at my cunt and another at my asshole. I enjoyed their attention. I felt safe knowing that they, too, were oralists (I hoped), and would be open to sucking, not just fucking.
I touched the cock in front of me through his pants. He had a huge horse cock and I "wished it were in my mouth. I unzipped his fly and groped for his balls.
"Ummm, baby, would you do me?" the blond fellow murmured.
I sat down on the chair and tried to get his huges hard cock out through his fly. As I was doing so, another hard dong began nuzzling at my lips. I lathed the thick head with my tongue and scoured his shaft with my teeth. His balls bumped up against my chin and I felt smothered by cock. The first cock was free now and that, too was pushing into my mouth. Despite astraphobia, I was enjoying myself, but I wanted to manipulate the situation I was in so I could get more out of it than the usual blow job.
I was feeling very free and uninhibited about my orality now, and this seemed like a good place to test out and experiment with my new feelings.
Tender hands reached down over my shoulders and began unbuttoning my dress. They were white, blue veined., and quite shapely. As the hands followed my buttons down to the belly, I saw a bright red material on the sleeves, and I knew the hands were Cynthia's,, which made me feel very good.
My dress was wide open now. In a quick check around the rest of the room I saw many people in various stages of undress, so I decided to let myself go. When Cynthia stepped in front of me and offered me her hand, I stood up. My dress and undergarments were suddenly off.
"Just lean back and let yourself go. I'll be there," Cynthia whispered in my ear.
I did that, trusting her. She grasped me firmly under my arms. I was lifted to waist height, and she and the other men began rocking me .gently back and forth in mid-air, meanwhile crooning to me softly. I felt like a child again, being able to let myself go with these people.
I was lowered to the floor. Cynthia wag kneeling right there in front of me, looking into my face long and lovingly, as she caressed my cheeks and smoothed my hair back from my forehead. Other men and a woman were also bent over me, running their hands softly over my body. One of the men began taking off his pants.
I was a bit uneasy, wondering what they were all going to do to me.
"Cynthia!" I heard someone call from another part of the room. She bent down and kissed me deeply on the lips.
" 'Scuse me, honey. I'll be back if I can be." She was gone.
Now they all seemed to press in on me. Their hands became hotter and heavier and I couldn't seem to get any air.
I didn't want this. I shook them loose and pushed my way up. A hand grasped at my bare ass as I retreated, but now I was free.
In a different part of the room I saw one guy blowing another. I was fascinated, I'd always wanted to see that. I went up behind him and tickled my fingers around hi his asshole while he bent himself to his task. The other guy was moaning away and their motions were speeding up.
The hell with it, I decided. I wanted someone to be with by myself. I didn't go for this mass, anonymous scene that was developing.
I wandered around, feeling like a lost little girl.
A naked, muscular man appeared before me. He held out his arms to me and I walked into them. He held me very tightly and reassuringly. I liked being there.
I kissed his neck and ran my hands over his back. His cock was pushing into me, but it was his cock, not just some cock. I stood back to look into his face. His eyes were intent on me.
"I don't know who you are," he said, "but I've been watching you ever since you walked into the room."
That was enough. He seemed almost fatherly and concerned for me in the middle of this mass orgy and-I was pretty damn hot. I- came back into his embrace.
He picked me up and carried me back to the sofa. He sat by me as I lay there.
"What's your thing, baby?"
"Sucking cock."
"You into fucking at all?"
"Not much. I'm more like Sharon and Jack. That's why I'm here. I can't help wondering why you are here if you're not like us."
Everyone has their own way, I guess. If I could give him a good time my way, maybe he wouldn't be worrying about the rest.
I went down on him. My body was sprawled out shamelessly on the sofa and my head was in his lap. I nestled my head into his belly and my hand came onto his balls. His cock was a fine piece of work, and I wanted to, give it my full admiration. I liked the feel of it in my mouth, and I wanted to go on sucking it forever.
When he shifted back on the couch though, propping his legs up, I saw a chance to get to his asshole and I went for that, too. I rimmed it for a while, then went back to sucking his good old: lollipop. I plunged my finger up his asshole while sucking him and he leapt, then seemed to settle down to it. His prick began jerking madly-the asshole stimulation must have really gotten to him.
I drew back and gave him some divine torture for a minute, just looking at him, flicking his cock about randomly.
I came back down to him, and this time he popped as soon as my mouth touched his dork, I was shocked.
My mouth filled up with his come and I lay back dreamily, swallowing it.
He started moving around again on the sofa and, before I knew what was happening, he had his mouth on my cunt.
I felt as if I was being nibbled at by a thousand tiny little fishes. It felt great. I hadn't come before sucking him because I didn't know he was so ready to come, and I'd been holding back. But now this promised to be a delightful arrangement.
No place in my cunt was left untouched by his unleashed tongue. My cunt kept pushing up into his mouth so that he could get further into me. For once it seemed just right to be lying back and letting someone eat out my pussy.
I hooked one of my legs over the back of the sofa, and put my other foot on the floor. That opened me up real wide and gave him total access to my aching cunt My eyes were closed so it was a wondrous surprise when a new cock, hot and hard, pressed up against my whimpering lips. I opened up and took it in. This was a dream: a tongue in my cunt and a cock in my mouth,, lunging in and out.
The tongue in my cunt came higher up and began circling around my clit, and a new tongue squeezed in down below. I writhed harder and higher and slurped away at the cock. If this was an initiation into the Oralist Society, it was a fine one!
More bliss! Someone else was on my tits now, sucking at them and biting them. I had never been so totally turned on in every hot place in my body. Mouths were everywhere, even a tongue in my ear now. My skin was on fire, I was ready to explode.
The cock in my mouth tensed, and I knew it was about to shoot. I reached up and wrapped my hands around his buttocks and drew him into me.
Shots of wet juice sizzled into my mouth.
I rose higher and higher.
When the first cock finished, it withdrew and another entered my lips, pulsating.
"I'm coming, now!" I screamed out through my mouthful of dork.
My body rocked with the force of my orgasm.
As my contractions began, someone stuck a finger into my cunt. "Man, you should feel this chick squeeze!" he said. Another finger came in. I was so open I probably could have taken a whole fist up there.
Then it was over. The cock in my mouth withdrew without coming, and the mouths left my body. I was alone with my own mouth. Its sensuous buzzing had, for once, ceased as I bathed in the relaxation following a total orgasm.
I lay back and watched the others. All were undressed. Some had spent themselves and were lying back alone or in slow caresses. Others were humping away into different mouths. One guy was fucking a woman in the ass, but otherwise, as far as I could see in the dim light, it was all mouth action.
Suddenly I wanted to get the hell out of there. This was a pleasant place with good, accepting people, but I'd had all I could take for one night.
I dressed and left.
As I lay down in bed that night, I kept being delighted about what Cynthia, the lady in red, had said about accepting one's own orality. Maybe this would be the first day of a new life for me.
CHAPTER Seven
My work had been slipping during this period of heavy sexual activity in my life. I decided to focus in on my work and my time at the office. This decision brought me face to face with my boss, Mr. Murtagh.
I don't know how things would have worked out between Murtagh and me if I'd encountered him even a few weeks earlier. I'd been so uptight then, "such a heavy chick" as Joanie had called me.
Without realizing it, I'd gone through a lot of changes hi my personality. I'd become much more relaxed and able to be more loving and accepting of other people without asking them to change 'themselves for me. At the same time, I felt more free to say no to someone else if that was what I wanted, I no longer felt I had to play along sexually and do whatever they wanted me to do.
For example, take my relationship with Richard, the stud who picked me up at the office a few months ago. (I started this diary after we first had sex together.) I found myself speaking to him first when we passed each other in the office corridors. He ignored me at first, then he began speaking back to me. At first he was curt with me, then he seemed to enjoy seeing me and even went out of his way to seek me out a few times.
"I thought I'd hurt you a lot when I just walked out on you that time after we had sex together," he confided to me.
"You did," I told him. "Now I realize that was your way of being."
"Wow, I thought you'd never want anything to do with me again," he said.
Then he reached out and hugged me. We were in the little dead-end corner beyond the water cooler. No one was in the hall, but I was still nervous hugging someone in public. His hands ran over my back, then down to my ass. He grasped my ass firmly and squeezed. I'm usually bored at work, and being felt up there was nice for a change. His cock was hard and I felt my cunt beginning to tingle.
"That felt good, Richard, just that much," I said, stepping back from him. "I do like you, as a friend anyhow, but I'm not sure I want to have sex with you again. We've got quite different personalities and I like to suck and you like to fuck."
Richard looked at me and nodded. His eyes looked hurt.
"I feel rejected-by you. I've never made Mends with a woman before. Either I fuck a woman or I don't have anything to do with her."
"Miss Lang! May I see you please!" a gruff voice broke in. Richard and I both turned around. Mr. Murtagh was standing there a few feet from us.
Murtagh is a funny fellow, and hard for me to cope with. Sometimes he strikes me as a firm boss, other times as a mouse. He is short, stocky, pink-skinned, balding, and wears glasses. He always wears the same bland, grey suits and blue ties to work.
This time Murtagh was standing there with his hands on his hips in a firm, no-nonsense position. He seemed angry, but I wasn't sure.
I was just as glad to go along with him then. I was feeling awkward with Richard and guilty at being caught out in the hall that way. I felt like a child being caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and at the same time as I resented being made to feel that way. I'd been working very hard at punching computer keys for the last few days, and I'd done more than my share of work, so I didn't like being told what to do.
"Will you come to my office, please, Miss Lang," said Murtagh. He turned and began walking away.
I looked back at Richard. He looked hurt still, as well as icy, intimidated, and angry. I wanted to do something loving to reach him, like pat him on the cheek, but I knew I wouldn't feel good with that afterwards.
"Do you want to talk again?" I asked him.
"I don't know. Maybe," he replied, looking up at the ceiling as he spoke.
I just walked away and left him there. I walked docilely down the corridor ten or twelve feet after Murtagh.
I wondered if Murtagh was jealous. Sometimes he looked at me as if he was begging for some affection from me, other times as if he wanted to fuck me, even rape me, right there in the office. But he could never come out with it, he never even flirted with me. All he did was praise me for my work, and act distant, like a boss, rather than a man with a cock between his legs that he wanted to use on me.
Sometimes I felt like a little girl with him, sometimes like a mother. I felt attracted to him and repelled at the same time, though I always warmed to him when he praised my work. He'd given me the impression before that he planned to give me a raise in advance of the usual increment schedule, and I liked that too.
He was seated in the big swivel chair behind the desk when I walked in. I took the small chair in front of his desk.
"Welcome, Miss Lang, Maybe you're wondering why I've called you here this morning. The reason is a quite personal one. Should you accept, I will give you suitable recompense for your services."
I wondered if he wanted me to whore for him. I was puzzled by the whole way he was coming on to me. His voice as mechanical, as if he was giving me a speech he'd memorized. And he wasn't referring to the scene he'd just witnessed out in the hall.
"My wife and I have seats for the symphony tonight, and a crisis has developed. Our "usual babysitter has taken ill, and Billy, our older boy, expects to be out. Six-year-old Johnny must be taken care of, and you are someone I'd be willing to trust him to. The hours would be seven to eleven, and you'd be in our cozy little house in Queens. I would pay you two dollars and fifty cents an hour plus carfare, which I assure you is far above the going rate hi Queens."
Thanks, you cheap bastard, I thought to myself. But I didn't want to risk losing my job and it would give me something to do for the night. I accepted.
I told Joanie about it 'that afternoon, and she seemed amused. "I bet the horny old bastard wants to get into your pants," she said. I was coming to like Joanie more and more. Though so far we'd been avoiding each other sexually since that night, the way we looked into each other's eyes showed me that we were still both very aware of it.
At ten minutes before seven that night I walked into a little box so orderly and prim that it made Penny and Pete's place look like a bohemian madhouse. Johnny was asleep, the Murtaghs informed me. They left quickly, and I stretched out on the sofa. I was tired and I felt my head grow light ...
The door slammed and I opened my eyes. A tall, slender, blonde god of a teenager was standing there, looking at me with a surprised expression on his face. He wore a white football jersey (#32) and bermuda shorts. His sleeves were rolled up and I admired his thin, muscular arms with the veins standing out.
"Man, you are an improvement over Miss Grundy!" he exclaimed. "That smelly old bag!" Then a shadow crossed over his face. "Whoops! You're not her daughter, are you?"
"No, I am not Miss Grundy's daughter. I am Lois Lang and I come from Manhattan. I don't know anyone around here."
When I said that last sentence I hoped that would make him feel more free with me, because I felt very free with him.
"Hi, Miss Lang. I'm Billy."
My skirt was way up to my thighs, exposing the ends of my stockings and some bare flesh. He was staring at my thighs. Under his eyes I pulled my skirt up a little further, then dropped my hand onto my thigh and began rubbing it.
Billy looked back into my eyes. His gaze was full of lust. I loved his transparency of emotion, the way he showed everything as soon as it came to him.
"Where have you been, Billy?"
"Football practice."
"You look all hot and sweaty."
"Yeah, I guess I'll take a shower."
God, was I hot for him. I was picturing him taking off his clothes right in front of me. My hand slid up to my undies and started rubbing my pussy right in front of his eyes.
"I'd like to help you take your shower, Billy."
He looked like he was taken aback at my frankness, but I could also tell that he was turned on to me, the bulge in his pants showed it.
He gave me a crooked grin and just stood there, frozen, looking at me.
"You think I'm a I'd, or what?"
"No, you're a very attractive man to me."
"I think you're cute, too, Miss Lang, but I feel shy with you. See, I ... I ... I'm a virgin!" he blurted out.
"Fm not so sure I want to have intercourse with you, either. Frankly, I'm into something else, but I think you'll like it if you give it a chance."
"What's that?"
"You'll see, o.k.? I want to surprise you."
"All right, I'll try it. So what do we do now?"
"You take a shower, and get all nice and clean for me, how's that? And I'll help you with it."
He sighed. "I'll try anything once."
He was bringing me down by being such a martyr about it, but since he agreed, I went along with it, hoping I could make him feel better when his cock was in my mouth.
"All right, Billy, where's the shower? I'd like to make it all nice for you."
"Upstairs. We have to be quiet, so we don't wake up Johnny."
He started walking upstairs. I took his hand and we climbed the steps together.
"In here."
The bathroom was middle-sized with enough room to turn around in.
"I'll start your shower for you," I said.
I turned on the water and tested it until I got it just right, quite warm but not too hot. Then I turned back to Billy.
"Now I suppose you'll tell me to reach for the sky," he said. His crooked grin was straighter this time.
"Sure. Reach for the sky, Billy."
He did. I took the bottom of his jersey and pulled it up. I got it up over his armpits and somewhere near his elbows.
"You're so tall, Billy, I can't reach any higher," I told him, giggling. His face was hidden in the white material. I collapsed onto his tanned, muscular chest and hugged him. I slid my fingers up over his ribs to his nipples and began touching them. They rose to my touch, and goose pimples came out around them.
"Hey, that tickles," he protested, laughing. He brought his arms down around my back and hugged me to him.
We stayed that way a minute, just grooving on each other. He was hard, and I wriggled my cunt softly up against his cock.
"Ummm, that's nice," he said and pulled away. "Time for my shower."
He pulled his jersey off. "You may not like what you're about to see," he warned me. Then he unbuttoned his shorts and slid them down. His cock leapt out, standing at full attention.
"Looks real good to me," I told him. I reached out and' touched the pink head. It quivered under my touch.
"I'm glad you like me," he said. "Rosemary, my girl, got scared one time when she saw me naked. She said my cock was too big and it scared her."
"I'm not scared, I like it. I want to kiss you there after you finish your shower."
"Oh yeah?" His eyes brightened. "That sounds good. Some of my friends have had it done to them, and they said it was real nice."
He stepped into the shower. His body was so beautiful, so Jean and hard and tan and erect, that I wanted to cry, or walk into the shower with him and hold him.
I took the soap and lathered it up. I washed his chest, his back, his cock, and his ass. Then he came out and dried himself off. He seemed more independent and less scared than he had been downstairs when I first approached him.
He smiled at me. "I want my blow job now."
"Great! You're the best looking hunk of man I've seen around in all my life, do you know that?"
He blushed. "Really? Come on, let's go downstairs so we don't wake up Johnny."
He started out the bathroom door naked, and I followed him. He sat down on the sofa and I fell into his arms and hugged him. I reached down and began masturbating his cock.
"Hey! I want to be blown!"
He pushed my head down to his cock. I was thrilled at his aggression. I opened my mouth and took him in.
"Oh, Miss Lang," he moaned. "I wish you were my teacher in school."
I felt funny, being called that, but I liked it too. I felt old 'being dressed while he was naked, too. I felt I was big, like a mother, and that he was small, even though he was about a foot taller than me. I felt like he was my object to do whatever I felt like with, and that he'd treat me that way, too.
I ran my tongue around the head of his cock. His pubic hair was all light and clean and with a slight smell of soap, and so were the long, isolated hairs sticking out from his balls. I ran my fingers through the hairs over his cock and played with it. I kissed his cock all over, going right up to the base and burying my nose in his lovely blonde hair there. I went down around the edge of his balls and into his crotch and licked there thoroughly. He was squirming delightedly and clutching my hair and the back of my neck.
I gave his asshole a few tentative licks. It was clean and fun to taste, with hardly any hair in it.
He'd started pumping his hips up and down now. And his fine young cock-my virgin piece of meat-was standing up so proud and erect! It was big too, must have been seven and one half inches long, I'd estimate.
I put my lips over his meat and raised and lowered my head with his movements. He slowed them into a slight pulsation.
"Miss Lang, my cock feels so good in your mouth," he said. "Why don't you move in here and we could do this all the time."
"I'd like ... "
He'd just shot into my mouth. Sticky come filled my mouth everywhere. He shot so hard that the jism squirted almost painfully into the membranes of the back of my throat. I love 'em young, but they come too soon. I'd just started getting excited, too, and now I felt cut off. I knew it wasn't his fault, but now I was hot and the hard tool was beginning to shrink in my mouth.
He pulled out of my mouth and scrunched up in a corner of the sofa. I wondered if a bad scene was coming. It came, and from a completely unexpected direction.
The door jerked open and in strode Murtagh.
"My God, what's happening here?" he shrieked in a high, falsetto voice.
He stood there like a prissy schoolmarm. "I've never seen anything so disgraceful in all my life!" he declared.
"Hello, Dad," Billy said in a deep, glum voice.
"Go to your room right now, William."
Billy got up and left the room. I guess he was glad to be away from me, too.
I was feeing hot and bitchy. With the old man home, I couldn't even jerk myself off. He'd made what had been a pleasant experience look like something bad. I resented him for that, and I was afraid of the psychological damage he might do to Billy.
"What happened to the old bag. Did you tuck her away somewhere, or what?"
"Lois!" he exclaimed. He took off his glasses and peered at me with his weird, blind, blinky little eyes. Had his anger changed to some kind of sickening pity? I wondered if he'd fire me now. I didn't, care at that moment.
"I don't know how you could have done this to me, and to my poor son. His life will never be the same."
"Bullshit, Hurtle turtle. Pull your head out of your shell for a minute. Can you honestly tell me you've never wanted to have your own sheltered little cock blown? Can you? Huh?"
"Yes, I have. But I don't go around Doing it!"
"You hypocritical fuck!" I exploded. "It's people like you who go around shaming other people-and their own children-about their sexuality, and keep this country a puritanical den of hatred!"
I calmed down. Whenever I get into a long political anger rap like that, I mistrust myself. I realized I was still hot, and that I was taking out my frustration on this repressed older man.
I stood up and took off my skirt and underpants, then lay down on the couch again with them over my knees and cunt "I realize now I was just blaming you for what I wanted to do and wasn't myself, Mr. Murtagh. What's your first name, anyway?"
"Bill," he said, watching me with a bug-eyed expression on his face. He put his glasses back on and stared at me openly.
My hand groped through my hairy pussy until I found my hot swollen clit. My clit was so hard it was just about pushing its way out of my clit like a hard cock. I took my clit between my two fingers and shook it back and forth.
My head was back resting on my other arm on the arm of the sofa, and my knees were bent to give me lots of room to get at my hot pussy. My body felt quite open. I fell into my own free-swinging, jerk-off routine that I'd never done before another human being.
I began a rapid, light, circular motion with my fingers around my tender clit, using just enough pressure to keep it well stimulated.
I heard Murtagh sputtering ineffectually. I dropped the skirt from my legs and looked at him openly and brazenly through my legs. He stared at my fingers moving across my twat. Was he made of stone?
No! He got up and moved toward me. He hovered over me.
"Aren't you ashamed, Lois?" he asked in a new, low voice.
"No, I love it!"
"If you're not ashamed, why should I be?"
He sat down next to me and put his hand on my upraised knee. He was looking at my twat like he was being drawn into it.
"Want to try it?" I asked him.
"Yes!" I wondered if that was the first real yes he had said in his life.
He slid his meaty hand down my thigh and closed it over my pussy. He started rubbing my slit heavily. When he hit my clit by accident on some of his motions, I winced, he hurt.
I reached over and felt his cock through his pants. Yes, it was hard. I opened his fly and touched his cock, as soon as I could locate it under his sagging belly. It was tiny but rock hard and dripping with pre-fuck juices.
"Lois!" He looked at me- with frightened eyes. "You - won't tell anyone back at the organization about what I'm doing, will you?"
"I really don't know whether I will or not," I answered truthfully, "but you might as well enjoy it while you've got it, Murty-poo. Wouldn't it be terrible if there was a big scandal and you had to resign-for something you didn't do?"
"You're right, Lois. What did you do with Billy? That's what got me hard, thinking about what you must have done with him."
"I gave him a blow job," I replied in a gasp. I was starting to really get into jerking off.
I started jerking off Murtagh with my other hand, with my hand curled up around his shaft while I went up and down. He seemed to like it but his pelvis remained rigid. Then I got bored with it.
"Murtagh, I want to eat you. Let me suck your cock, will you? Put it in my mouth!"
He kept looking at me with his fishy-eyed stare, as if he was full of emotions that couldn't get out.
Then he got up heavily and kneeled on the sofa with his pudgy little cock a few niches from my mouth. I turned my head over to the side nearest him and opened my mouth, running my tongue around my lips.
His cock, trembling, pulsating, moved slowly up to my lips and slid in. Ah, it was so nice to feel it between my lips. Particularly at that time-I began pumping my clit harder. I brought my knees over and cuddled up against Murtagh's body.
His stubby dong pumped in my mouth, too, we were climbing together. I was having an intimate sexual experience with this unhappy repressed, externally unattractive old man. In some uncanny way, we were closer than most of the people I'd had sex with before. His rhythm matched mine perfectly. I reached out and wrapped my arm around his waist and drew him closer to me.
"That's it, Murty, fuck me! Fuck me in the mouth, go ahead, harder, do it, Do It!"
My pelvis was starting to go wild, completely out of control. I get real hot-masturbating. I'm freer than with another person sometimes, and this way I had both! I was climbing, climbing ...
His cock speeded up. He wrapped his hands around my head and pulled me to him so that Hs cock went way to the back of my throat.
I gagged, and my throat and gullet began quivering all over the place.
"Lois, your mouth] I'm coming!"
I reached higher. My hips came up and my thighs went around the smooth skin of his cheeks and bald pate. My finger got frantic.
He stopped pumping. A second of his stillness passed, then he came, in acrid, bitter spurts.
"Gaggggh!" I yelled and gurgled. My body clenched. The only motion was his come giving weak little spurts and dribbles into my mouth.
Then my contractions came, I joined Murty, my hips pressed into his white shirt and tie. I slumped onto him to feel the contractions sweep through my body without having to struggle to hold myself up.
My contractions got weaker and I let myself collapse further onto him.
He moved his arms from my head, where I'd been sucking him, and finally reached out to me. He ran his hands up and down my legs softly, over my thighs and side, and up under the blouse I still wore to my tits.
"You're nice, Lois. I liked that." He bent over and kissed me fully on the lips, with a tenderness and directness I'd never experienced from him before.
"Shit," he said, patting me on the fanny. "We've got to get up now, I have to pick up the woman you referred to as an old bag."
He got up, and I did slowly, too. I reached for my panties and put them on.
"She was never like this with me," he continued. I wasn't so sure I wanted to hear this sad tale of his, but it seemed to be coming out now. "She never lets herself explore this way. We just do a quick fuck after we put out the lights ... "
His voice trailed off. I let it go.
I got my skirt on and watched him get his pants zipped up.
"You've got spots of come all over your pants, Bill," I told him laughing. He pulled out his handkerchief and dabbed away at them.
Behind him I saw Billy, dressed now, peering out from the kitchen. I winked, and he returned it with a great grin.
I turned to his father and said in a louder voice than usual, "You know, Murty, if I had anything to say to Billy now, it would be 'do as your father does, not as he says'."
"That's a good one, Lois. If I get up the nerve, I'll tell him that."
We both chuckled together. Then a loud laugh came from the kitchen.
Billy walked in. "You know, Dad, I've got to tell you, I was watching the whole time."
Murtagh wilted. Then he sputtered. I put my arm around his shoulders and he looked into my eyes and made contact.
He turned back to Billy: "O.K., son. You caught me. I guess I have been a hypocrite with you." His eyes were hard, but his voice was soft ...
"See you later, son. I've got to pick up your mother now, and drop off your babysitter."
Murtagh held out his hand to Billy and Billy took it. They smiled together.
Then Murtagh put his arm around my waist.
"Let's go, Lois."
CHAPTER Eight
Tuesday afternoon I came home from work in a dither. The Oralist Society was going to open up an art gallery, and Cynthia had invited me to participate in the living show they were going to put on. It was to be a public statement of orality, and how to live it and love it.
I had picked up on Cynthia's invitation to call her during the week, the one she'd made at the meeting that turned into an orgy of oralism. We'd talked for a long time, and I'd ended up feeling much better about the whole society and its personal and public goals. I filled Cynthia in on what a strong effect her statement about accepting your own orality had made on me, and how I had begun to live it.
Then I did something crazy. I called up several of my old lovers and invited them to come too, even though most of them weren't really oralists. Jack, the law student, agreed to come right away. Randy the Rutter was surly, but he said he'd think about coming, and maybe bring Tommy, too, if he came. Penny was delighted, and said she and Pete would be there for sure. Darlene, my friend from work, said she'd probably come too. She and I had never been lovers, but I was sure that her slender, blonde beauty would add something to any opening. Joanie was busy.
I showered at home and had a quick dinner. I got to the new gallery at seven, an hour before it was due to open. I was more excited than I used to be back in my home town when I knew the circus was coming to town.
So were the others! We were doing it together, almost as part of the same family. I saw several faces that were quite familiar from lie other night, and I enjoyed being civilized with them this time.
I walked into the back room. Two of the-girls were stripped half naked and were down on their knees, emptying sacks of color into large pots.
"What are you two doing?" I asked.
"Mixing the paints for the body painting exhibition."
"Huh?" I was shocked.
"Yeah, it's going to be wild," Julie said. She had long, dark hair and a devilish grin and big tits.
"See this stuff we're mixing? These are crushed raspberries, and there's crushed strawberries and blueberries over in the other sacks. There'll be audience participation. First-the juices get painted on, then people lick it off our naked bodies."
"I'm not doing that! What about the cops, won't they arrest us?"
"Naw. They've been paid off. Once people get into it, they'll have a ball."
I was dubious, then I started thinking about what it would be like to be painted then licked clean with lots of tongues all over my body. Then it sounded better. I found Cynthia and she said I could do it, but that she hoped I'd be a hostess until it started. I agreed to do it.
So I went around with a big hostess button through the gallery which was already filling with people. I passed out the literature and spoke to each of the people. When they asked me questions, I told them about my own sexual activity with my mouth and I even felt good about it, not ashamed at all.
Speeches were to begin at eight. There were to be two brief lectures, a fifteen minute discussion period, and then the body painting, which was to be the highlight of the evening. You have to experience orality to dig it, all the talking in the world doesn't do much. Hopefully, anyone who didn't go for orality too much would have faded away by the time we got to the body painting.
The opening went all right, all that official crap with ribbons and all. Some of the paintings that were unveiled were real shockers: huge red lips, lips on cocks and pussies, sixty-nining, the whole works. People ooed and aahed, then settled down for the lectures.
Just after nine, Cynthia motioned me into one of the back rooms, and I followed her.
"Time for you to get ready," she said in a low, soft voice.
"Get undressed. You can rub this lotion all over your body so the juices won't stain your skin. Then join the other girls hi that little room over there.
"In case you're worried, we've decided to have the men split the audience up after the discussion period is over. Only prospective members or good friends will be allowed to stay, then we shouldn't have any legal hassles to worry about.
Cynthia helped spread the lotion over my body after I got undressed. It didn't smell or anything, but it made me freezing cold at first. Cynthia's hands were going over the shape of my body, over my tits and belly and everywhere. I was getting turned on despite the sensation of cold, but then she said she was finished.
She took me to the other room. There were mirrors all over the place. Julie was in there, naked, and so were two other girls, Terry and Jenny. Margot touched their bodies, then said the lotion seemed to be dry so we could all sit down if we wanted to. Then came the final instructions before we went out in front of the crowd.
"Four platforms are being set at the speaker's end of the gallery right now. Each of you will get a cape, and you'll go to the platform that matches the color of your cape. I'll go along and undo each of your capes and take them off, one by one, in front of the crowd. Then they'll move up around your platforms and pick up the Brushes and start painting you.
"If any of you wants to pull out at any time, just hold your hands over your head and I'll come and lead you away. I've always found it a very enjoyable sensation to have my body painted, but do feel free to stop at any time if it gets uncomfortable for you.
"Let's go in and get the capes. They should be ready for you in there any minute."
I chose a bright, red ruby cape. Julie had a bright green one, and there .was a lemon yellow and a cobalt blue one for the other two girls.
"Now!" came Cynthia's stage whisper.
I walked out first and went up onto my, platform. The others followed. The audience hushed expectantly, then exclaimed heavily when Cynthia pulled off my cape. I was covered with goose pimples and my nipples were jutting out. This was the first time I'd exposed myself nakedly to the public. If only they could have seen me now, the people back in my hometown.
When Julie's cape came off, I saw it wasn't just my figure that was making the audience exclaim. Bright spotlights were on our bodies and the rest of the room was plunged into darkness. Different colors rotated over our bodies, and the lotions that covered our skin were giving off a variety of colors-and shimmering effects.
I've got to admit I'm a bit of a ham actress. As the last girl's cape was being taken off, I went into a brief burlesque routine to get some attention back on me where I thought it belonged. A few people clapped and cheered for me. I thought I recognized Jack's voice in the crowd.
Then the lights were changed, back to straight white but our skins still glimmered.
Someone brought out the pots of paint and laid them around our platforms. Several big sponges were laid around on the platforms.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Cynthia began, "the opportunity we're putting before you is a priceless one. You'll be able to make works of art out of the naked flesh of four beautiful young women's-bodies, coloring them in any way you wish, using the sponges at their feet. Afterwards you'll be able to remove the color in any places you wish-using only your tongues! There's painting smocks over here on this table so you won't have to stain your good clothes. Meanwhile, Janine over here will be playing a shepherd's flute to set the mood. Whenever you're ready, begin."
People walked over to get the smocks quickly enough, but then they were surprisingly shy in approaching us. They stood around like teenagers at a dance, talking and hanging back.
The music from the single wooden flute flowed tauntingly through the room. I found myself getting into the music. I began moving my body slowly and sensuously with it, and I kept wishing they'd go ahead and paint me, I wanted to feel their touch on my body.
Jack was the one who finally broke through. He picked up a red, sopping wet sponge full of strawberry juices.
"All set, Lois, honey?" he asked.
I replied with my body, moving it hi an affirmative teasing way.
He dabbed it once, tentatively, on my cheek. I felt wet drops sliding down my boobs and belly. Then he brought the sponge down over my torso, caressing my tits and cunt with it as he went. I moved into his touch.
Another sponge came onto my thigh, then suddenly they were all over my body. I lifted my arms and swayed, pretending I was in the early pail of a snake dance.
Soft wet sponges were touching my body everywhere now. My cunt and ass were right at face level, and that was where most of the pressure seemed to be concentrated. Someone kept massaging my left breast in constant circles, others were up inside the creases of my asshole and my twat. All wet in there, what a feeling!
The other models were being painted now too. One of the girls panicked. Cynthia went over to her and led her away after she'd signaled frantically in the air.
Cynthia came back to me.
"You look absolutely delicious, Lois," she said to me through the groups painting me. "It looks like every single inch of your body is painted a glorious reel now. It's time to begin to lick, if you're prepared for that."
I swayed back at her and nodded.
"Put down your sponges now, please," she asked the group.
She stood in front of me and stuck out her tongue. Then she brought her tongue over to my swaying, soft, red thigh and began to lick. She licked right up into my juice-covered nest. I moaned and spread my thighs further apart for her, concentrating my movements in my pelvis, sliding up and down on her tongue that was buried in my slit. She touched my clit with her soft probing tongue, and I felt myself shudder deliriously.
Another tongue went into my asshole. Others trailed along my back or concentrated on my nipples. I held my arms higher to expose myself fully and let their wet tongues cover my body. I felt like a mermaid who ruled a kingdom of fishes, and I was letting them nibble away at my wondrous body in worship. The platform was my altar, I was a goddess and a sacrifice, a virgin and a whore, everyone's and no one's, I belonged to myself arid to nature.
I lost track of all the tongues licking me. I was tingling in my thighs and down in the pit of my belly, but what or how many tongues were giving me the buzz, I no longer knew or cared.
Mouths began to clamp over my body! One was over each of my boobs sucking away at my nipples, each in its own way.
I felt my legs being spread. Someone was kneeling on my altar, between my thighs, burying their head in my pussy. Their tongue was going over and over my clit. I was getting so hot it was unbearable. I sighed and moaned and began rocking my pelvis shamelessly.
My hands went to their head. Lovely, fine hair that felt familiar. I peeked, and saw that it was Penny. Penny! The dear woman!
"Go ahead, Penny. Take me, take me, take me!" I chanted to her.
The flute sounded high above me and I was straining upward with everything inside my body to reach it.
I was lifted. They took my legs and supported my back and held me high in the air. They swayed as a group to the music, chanting nonsense syllables. It was beautiful, light and airy, but I missed the tongues on my body. I massaged my clit softly with my hand as they moved my body through the air.
Then they brought me back down, slowly and gently, until my back was resting on the base of the altar. Now they all came down on me, everywhere, the entire skin of my body was covered with mouths and tongues.
Whoever was into my cunt now was light and feathery, sensuous, teasing, not, strong enough to bring me over the brink. My clitoris was big and swollen, climbing high in my slit, demanding release from this torture, my ass lifting high to get more of the tongue in my cunt.
I wished desperately I had something to suck on. I didn't think I'd be able to come if I had to be this passive.
As if in answer to my prayers, berried fingers slid over my lips, then into my mouth. Fingers aren't pricks, but they were close enough for me to clamp onto them and love them with my mouth. I sucked the rough-skinned finger into my mouth and pressed into. them heavily with my teeth.
The tongue in my cunt got rougher on my clit. I sucked the fingers deep into my mouth.
I was bucking and writhing all over the platform.
I was going to come, and I was going to make it!
My arms flung back, my legs spread wide, my cunt and hips arched high up into the air.
From deep inside my belly I felt the explosion of my climax. It swept over me like a giant current and lifted me off the floor in a screaming tempest of passion.
I pushed the faces away weakly so they wouldn't interfere as my contractions came. Some of them stayed, but I was able to center myself in my cunt and my glorious, pulsating release.
I drifted slowly back onto the platform. The tongues that were left were wet, cold, and annoying. I pushed them away weakly. Then I caught sight of Cynthia and motioned to her.
"You want to get off, my little one?"
I nodded. She and two others picked me up and carried me back to a table in the corner. She brought my cape and draped it over my shoulders. Jack brought over a cigarette and a pillow. I propped my back up against the two walls of the corner, crossed my legs, took a deep drag on the cigarette, and watched the show.
I couldn't see very much, really. Lots of clothed bodies were bent over the two remaining girls of the platforms. One of them was letting out a_ bunch of shrieks that I thought were put on. Some single men and women were standing back among the chairs, rigidly in their own protected little worlds, watching the others.
Penny climbed to one of the platforms', my old one in fact, and began a burlesque routine. She did some bumps-and grinds as she stripped to the music. A group clustered around her and began feeling her up and sponging her down before she even had her clothes off, so strawberry juice dripped all over her dress, but she didn't appear to care. When her huge, voluptuous tits were bared and she began flinging them back and forth, the crowd got very excited and went after them.
I felt very distant from the whole process now, crowds of people can be so dumb. Just as I was dragging the cigarette smoke deeply into my lungs, I saw Cynthia moving over to me again and I sent her beams of love with my eyes.
"Like your show now?" I asked her.
"It's not doing much for me any more, but it may win a bunch of converts to oralism."
She gave my body an appraising look. "You've still got some of that juice left on you," she noticed.
"Yeah, I do. Why don't we go into the back room and maybe you can help me get some of it off."
"I'd like that, Lois, very much." Her hand reached over and cupped my boob, and I felt the nipple rise again.
She helped me to the couch in the next room and I sprawled out on it She went right to my nipple again, with her tongue this time, then went under my boob and down my belly, beginning her own hunt down to the furry base at die bottom of my stomach. I felt the affection in her tongue, and I bathed in it until my own strength flowed back into me.
I put my hand on the nape of her neck and lifted her head to face mine. "I want to eat you now, Cynthia," I told her.
Her face looked dazed. She stood up and slipped out of her clothes, then lay down beside me on the couch where I could get a good shot at her flaming pussy.
I spread her legs widely apart and then spread the lips of her pussy. The dewy, pink lips gleamed up at me, and I could see her moist, grey flesh still further inside her cunt.
I licked my lips. This was how I liked it.
I lowered my mouth over her cave and breathed id the strong scent other aroused womanhood.
I darted my tongue into her heated flesh. Cynthia groaned. She encircled my head with her hands and thighs, exerting a light pressure on me to bring me further into her cunt. I went.
Her musky odor was overpowering me, making me weak with desire.
Her clit stood out, trembling. Each time my tongue passed over it, she groaned and tossed her hips about.
Strains from the lone flute drifted in and mingled with the noise of Cynthia's quick breathing, her odor, and the feel of her skin.
I pushed my tongue way into her fuckhole and felt it tighten around me. I found the dainty inner lips of her cunt, and sucked them in between my teeth. I bit down gently on them and she moaned.
When I cupped her firm ass hi my hands, I felt her whole body become tense in -my embrace. As I found her clitoris with my tongue she let out a flurry of little noises and moans. Her hips flew off the bed in wild abandon and her thighs clamped tighter around my head. I probed her asshole gently with my finger. Her legs started swinging hi a giant arc.
"Lois, oh Lois, I've wanted you since I met you Lois, oh, oh, ohh ... '." she shivered.
I picked her up and drilled my tongue into her. She was blazing with the fire I'd set off in her-and I had caught it, too. I felt my second orgasm building rapidly. I wanted to bring Cynthia off, and come with her myself!
"Lois!" She clutched me.
Feeling her tight little cunt contracting around my tongue was enough to set me off, too.
Our bellies tensed and arched into one another. Our pulsations came together.
We slumped down on the bed. I drifted off, oblivious to the noises in the next room.
CHAPTER Nine
A sudden loud grating noise went through my head.
I slammed down the alarm.
"Fuck! Shit! Mss! Cock!" I spit out.
This was no good. My nerves were worn down to a frazzled state. Last night there had been the body painting and Cynthia, a joyous, exhausting release. Now, this morning, society Mid my employers demanded of me that I force my exhausted body-weary, protesting soul through another boring round of idiocy at the office.
Each day it was getting harder to drag my ass there, and go through the motions in the sterile environment of the computer world there. My co-workers, Richard, Joanie, Darlene, Murtagh, and others, were hardly robots-but how did they .go through that shit every day? Why should I have to? I'd worked my-ass off there for the last few weeks and where had it gotten me? Exactly nowhere, unless to seat off my guilty conscience. Where could it get me? Into a supervisory position where I tyrannized over "other frustrated young women punching away over the same silly computer keys? What the hell kind of a world was this to work for and build?
And did I need to? I had a little money saved up. And Murtagh, the boss, wasn't he around my little finger now? I didn't think he'd dare to fix me, I could destroy the occupation that he seemed to have settled for a life.
I thought about skipping work that day. Then I realized that my fighting dander was up. What if I could transform that sterile hospital-like environment into a world I could live with ... ?
My weariness receded. I flounced around the room, naked in front of the full-length mirror. My body had become more firm, graceful, and sensuous by all this supposed debauchery I'd been reveling in.
Little balls of a deep, reddish color clung to my cunt ban's. I danced in celebration of them. Strawberry! Cynthia? Her lovely tongue passing over my cunt. Her body open to my explorations with my mouth and tongue ... "
On my way to work, as I passed by the little green newsstand on the corner, lurid purple and light green colors caught my eye. A new issue of OPEN YOUR MOUTH! On impulse, I bought a dozen copies to bring to work.
"Hey, it's Lois Lips! Care to Join me in a ride on the elevator, ma-dam?" Joanie greeted me as I walked through the great arch of our office building.
"Joanie! Sure honey, let's go!"
We got an elevator to ourselves and clung to each. other in it. She seemed to be on the same wave length as I this fine morning; she radiated an open joy and rebelliousness all over her body. I squeezed her ass in pleasure, then mischievously tried to bring out some brightly-colored hickies on her neck with my lips while my other hand massaged her boob through her sweater.
"Ah, baby, if only work was like this every day?" she sighed to me as we stepped out of the elevator.
I grabbed her arm "You know, Joanie-it could be!"
She looked into my eyes. "I'm scared and excited by what I see in you today, Lois, What's on your mind, anyway?"
I scanned the office. Only one girl had gotten in yet, and she was typing away busily in the corner.
"Look, Joanie, we're here early today. Let's go across the street and get some coffee."
She raised her eyebrow at me, then nodded solemnly. I felt we had just assented to some secret pact without even knowing or caring what the terms of it were.
"One second, Joanie." I went around the office scattering copies of OPEN YOUR MOUTH on several of the vacant desks.
"There," I told her, "the place should be a little more lively when we get back."
Over coffee I filled her in on my relationship with Murtagh, and also mentioned briefly the body painting scene at the oralist gallery last night.
Then we did some brainstorming-wow!-about how we'd like the office to be. I decided to phone up my previous sex partners and invited them to visit the office around eleven o'clock that morning to see what sort of a melee we could cook up. And most of them agreed to come. Jack agreed to be there to provide legal services if we needed them. Some of the left wing of the Oralist Society discussed coming, carrying banners, obscene sculptures from the gallery, and some loud noise-makers. Cynthia mentioned bringing a big squirt gun loaded with blackberry juice.
The groundwork was laid. I had no idea what would come of it, but decided there were enough interesting elements, with the mood Joanie and I were in, my rowdy friends, and the up-tight atmosphere of the office, so that anything could happen.
When I got back to the table, .more wheels started spinning in my brain. They were in Joanie's, too, but no longer as fast as mine. I was surprised to realize how much faster I had grown than this intelligent, unconventional girl who had done so much with her body and her soul to bring out my own glimmering spark of self not many weeks earlier. I felt that I'd become a real fireball, and that I didn't have to let anyone face me down any more. Joanie, too, gave covert recognition to the changes that had come over me. Now she seemed content to follow my spirit in its wild, free course.
All I had to do now was to open my mouth, and energy-filled ideas came flowing out.
"Set the fire alarm off, Joanie, a little before eleven. Just before you do that, get Richard and Murtagh to come into the big room where we and the other girls work, o.k.?"
"Yeah, boss." She smiled openly and submissively into my eyes, and ran her hand along my thigh under the Formica table. I found myself heating up to her, and touched her back.
I glanced at the clock. "Hey, it's after ten already, Joanie. Let's get back. We've got a revolution to build- or go down trying!"
We played with each other some more in the elevator, then I went sauntering into the keypunch room.
"Lang, where have you been? I know you were here earlier! And what's the meaning of these?"
Mrs. Thorndike, the dried up old supervisor, came stomping over to me. She was waving a copy of OPEN YOUR MOUTH! in her gnarled old talon.
"I was drinking coffee. And living, just being, which is more than I can say for you, you thorny old dyke. And as for the suck magazine, yes, I left them around. I'm proud of them. Don't you think the girls that work here are old enough to decide on their own reading material?"
A surprised titter passed through many of the girls sitting at their desks behind Thorndyke. The keypunching slowed to a halt, and several of the girls went back to reading the copies of OPEN YOUR MOUTH! which they'd had concealed in their laps.
We yelled back and forth at each other, then I pushed by her and went over to my desk. I sat back and put my feet up and began to survey the office. This infuriated Thorndike more and she began screeching at me and pounding on the desk. Her veins were bursting out in her head, and she looked as if she were building up to a stroke or to an orgasm.
The fire alarm went off, louder than my alarm clock had when it woke me, but far more welcome.
Several of the girls got up and started to leave.
"Hey, girls, where are you going? There's no fire in here. Aren't you going to stick around and watch the fun?" I asked them.
Five of the girls sniffed indignantly at me and marched out. Others wavered indecisively.
Thorndike went running around screeching at them to leave, that it was against the law to remain.
Joanie walked in through the door, and just as she did the alarm died down. Was I ever glad to see her! I walked over to her and buried my head in her shoulder. I felt anxious now about the mob scene that I'd set up.
"Lois," she said softly. "Lois Lips, Lois Lips." She held me and stroked back my hair with a light touch. Her words brought me back into contact with her and her warm, sensuous body holding mine.
I kissed her deeply on the lips in full view of all the girls standing around. Our tongues met and played together. I was getting turned on again, and I ran my hands over her body, giving special attention to her tit.
" ... shameless, shameless!" Thorndike was screaming.
One of the new girls, Phyllis, was standing by us with a copy of OPEN YOUR MOUTH! in her hand. She looked into my eyes with open admiration.
"That took real guts," she said.
I looked her up and down. She had an olive-skinned,, stocky, Mediterranean build with a free-flowing beauty about her. Keeping one arm around Joanie, I opened my other one wide to Phyllis.
She came into our circle and embraced me.
"What a day!" cried out Darlene. She grabbed the girl next to her and began hugging her joyously.
I heard some noise and commotion out in the hall. It sounded like a New Year's Eve party celebration, with noise-makers and yelling. My troops were arriving.
Some oralists blowing tin horns led the procession, Randy the Rutter and Tony came stomping in next, glaring around suspiciously.
Penny followed, bearing a big bouquet of flowers from her garden. She offered one to Thorndyke who had rushed over to them, waving her arms and screaming bloody murder. Thorndike grabbed the flowers from Penny's hand and threw it down on the floor where she stomped on it.
I burst out laughing, then really doubled up when Cynthia followed with a big squirt of blackberry juice right in Thorndike's face.
"Here, baby, here," I cried out to her.
She let out a big squirt of the stuff up into the air in a big, lazy arc. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and caught it all in my upturned face, just as I had her husband's sperm two weeks earlier. I laughed some more, then turned to Penny and nuzzled her with my wet, sticky face. Penny giggled and began licking my face all over.
George, another oralist, plopped down a huge paper-mache sculpture on the biggest desk around, which happened to be Thorndike's. A great white cock stuck up out of a base of balls. Over the handsome, flaring tip hovered a light, airy pair of disembodied lips like the -wings of an angel.
At the rear of the contingent came Jack and another guy I didn't know bearing a great white sheet up on two poles with the words: FREE LOTS LIPS! written in great, red lettering across the middle.
The other girls were cracking up all around me. The whole thing was a hell of a good prank, and, who knows, maybe it was doing the cause of us oralists some good politically. If it wasn't, that was fine with me, top.
The new males had just begun talking to some of the office girls when some hissing whispers went through the room.
"It's Murtagh, watch it!"
They all became silent and stood around like sheepish children, waiting to see what punishment the authority figure would hand out.
"What's going on hi here?" he asked loudly in his would-be stern voice that I had come to recognize well.
Thorndike ran over to Mm, screeching unintelligibly, and tripped on the floor before him. He helped her up, then spoke sternly to her.
"Mrs. Thorndike, you don't seem to be able to keep order hi here any more. I'm going to have to replace you, right now!"
His eyes swept the room, then came to a rest on me. My eyes looked back at him with a frightened warning. I had two sentences in mind. One was: "Not me!" The other was: "If you don't choose me, you know what will happen to you."
He nodded. "You, Miss Lang!"
I was speechless. The room broke out in applause. Most of the girls who had stayed after the fire drill had rapidly made me into a favorite of theirs.
I walked up to him and embraced him, to everyone's amazement, including his and mine. I kissed him on the cheek and toyed with his bald head. I felt his cock getting hard right up against my cunt.
I stepped back from him and surveyed my new domain.
"May I have your attention please," I said, without raising my voice. The hullabaloo died down.
"As your new supervisor, I think it's time we had a meeting, a really democratic meeting, about how to set up our work area here. After all, it is ours, we're the ones who work here. Isn't that right, Mr. Murtagh?"
Now he was the one flashing me warning looks, but I knew I had him over a barrel, and so did he.
"Yes, Miss Lang, as the new supervisor, what happens here is your responsibility from now on. � ' T know you'll be very good at it"
"Thanks, Mr. Murtagh. One more thing, boss. you step downstairs and ask the girls on the sidewalk to return for the meeting?"
"Sure thing," he said, and waved us a goodbye that seemed to be filled with both pleasure and trepidation about the future. If he'd know what was coming next, he would have been a lot more scared.
"On second thought," I said after he left, "I think I'll schedule the meeting for three this afternoon-because we're lucky enough to have with us right now some highly-skilled consultants in human sensitivity. They're standing in the front of the room around that banner. We'll be having a session starting now in how to express your feelings to each other through the sexual mode. Anyone who would like to leave is free to, but you'll be missing out on something very nice."
"I'll stay, Lois, it sounds good to me," said Phyllis.
"Me, too," said another girl.' "My old man doesn't have much time for me these days."
The response was overwhelmingly favorable, but I did see some of the older women sidling towards the door.
"That's o.k., ladies," I said ... "No one's going to be a prisoner here any more. I'll expect you back for the meeting at three, though."
Some muttering went up against my arrogance, but it didn't come to a head.
"I guess there's two main divisions among us here," I said. "Anyone who's interested in oral love could gather at the front of the room, if you like fucking, go to the. back." Randy and Jack were in the back, while Penny and Cynthia and Pete were in the front. I thought they could start things off nicely.
A flock of girls went over and gathered around Jack.
Susie, a pert little brunette, cried out, "I want my demonstration, now!"
"Very well," was the last thing I heard Jack say. He began undoing her blouse, and I saw two sizeable tits come out after he pulled down her bra. She pulled off her skirt herself.
Penny and Cynthia stood atop two desks at the front of the room. Volunteers were helping them out of their clothes. Penny got naked first, and sat down on the desk. Lines were forming of men and women, both to see her demonstrate her expertise hi oral love. Her magnificent breasts stood proudly out from her chest, and her arms were open for all the world to enter. Her belly was soft and tempting, and her thighs were spread, so that anyone who wanted to get at her cunt could.
Richard stood in front of her, his hard cock in his hand.
"You gonna try me, baby?" he asked, still incredulous about the whole thing.
"Yes. Come on tip on the chair so you can get your joint in my mouth comfortably."
Was it because Penny was older, softer, and more voluptuous than me that he could follow her lead so much better than he'd been willing to follow mine? Anyway, soon he was fucking her freely hi the mouth, cradling her head as he did so.
Pete and George had a girl sandwiched in between them. All were still dressed, but the two men had their hands on every private part of the girl's body. Her hands looked like they were cut off at the wrist, because each of them had vanished inside one of the men's fly.
I became aware of a thin, nervous, angry person standing before me impatiently.
"You dumb broad! I should never listen to you over the phone? What is this, some idiot teenage orgy you invited me to? I'd got a good mind to rape you again, right here, right in front of all your friends!"
Randy the Rutter kept tapping his foot impatiently, He grabbed my shoulder in a grip of iron.
"Well, bitch? Speak!"
"Randy, you've already had me once."
"True enough. You weren't much good, either."
"But there is a sixty-year-old virgin over there. See her?"
I pointed over at Thorndike, who was sitting at a desk busily taking notes, informer's reports for Murtagh, I assumed.
"Even get into a twat like hers, Randy? Those old pussies have a snatch like iron. Most men don't have hard enough cocks to get into them. You know what else? She swears no man will ever have her or break her cherry!"
"Oh yeah. Let me at her!" He began rolling up his sleeves.
"Hey, wait a minute."
Joanie was at my side, speaking in a low, dangerous "What land of shit is this, Lois? Is this the land of revolution you want here? Sicing Randy on her is a worse tiling than she ever did to any of us. You've been in power ten minutes and you're already abusing it. What's this about 'we have no prisoners here', huh? You go ahead with any shit like this and I'm overthrowing you, Lois Lips!"
I stared angrily into her eyes, then I recognized the love there. I softened and held her hand. "You're rights Joanie. Thanks. You got to me in the nick of tune. You might have to do that again, too." I reached out and squeezed her hand. She's such a beautiful person, Joanie. I wanted 'her then and there, on the spot.
"Randy, forget your fucking raping. You try any of that here-and you've had it, my friends will kill you, whether It's me you go after or someone else. Get me?"
He nodded, then looked away. He strolled off, jerking away at his meat.
"Joanie, honey, I love you," I said, holding her in my arms. "You've been so good to me."
"I love you, too. I also may love some of these other people I'm getting to know here today, too, like Jack and Phyllis."
I smiled sadly at her. She was so frank. I kissed her lips and rubbed my cheek up against hers.
We stripped each other slowly and lovingly hi the midst of the melee. Then we stood there, opposite each , other, and I felt that we made a lovely pair, all naked and cute and so much like each other that we could have-been two bookends. We were holding hands and standing tit to tit, cunt to cunt, and rubbing noses.
"This way, my dear," said Joanie, using a grandiose gesture to indicate a peaceful corner of the room where we could have our own section of the floor.
We lay down together and immediately started eating each other. She wriggled her cunt right around my face. I reached out my lips to her engorged clitoris, and then she was running her moist tongue through the crevice of my own sopping cunt.
