When applied to sexual expression, the term oralism understandably precipitates a mishmash of emotional response. To some people, the very thought of using the mouth as a sex tool is the ultimate in human turpitude; to others, it represents a normal and welcomed supplement to the basic sex act. Whichever view the reader assumes, oralism in sex is a very real activity-and since it does create conflict, it should be discussed and understood.
If "two heads are better than one" is an accepted axiom, then it is more than reasonable to assume that "five heads" will be even more beneficial. To this end we express our gratitude to the five prominent sexologists who have contributed toward this text. From their investigative efforts, each has provided a singular instance from within the broad area of oralism; more specifically, oralism as viewed by the female marital partner.
INTRODUCTION
"... we in the West seem incapable of finding new modes for the expression of our fundamental needs to love and hate, to build and destroy; we can only express them in a manner which is even more characteristic of what we have always done. We are ruled by the dead."
G. Rattray Taylor, Sex in History
The question of moral codes, what is right and what is wrong, is an eternal enigma of mankind. It has been explored, discussed, dogmatized, and contended since the advent of recorded time. But as long as opinions flourish and standards sway, the question itself will remain unconquered and stand as a challenge to all who must reason.
What is right and what is wrong? Robbery is a scourge of society, yet we applaud the exploits of the legendary Robin Hood. Killing is condemned, yet total war is accepted by nations as a part of their political spectrum. To some, worshipping idols is tantamount to mental illness, but which of us does not bend before the almighty buck. True, these examples drip with mitigating logicality, but they are listed in the spirit that oft times a clear-cut yea or nay will not necessarily satisfy the question.
How then does one realistically differentiate between right and wrong, appropriate and inappropriate, acceptable and unacceptable? The question may seem oblique, lost in generality, but at its very core could possibly rest mankind's redemption from conflict.
A cacophony of answers ceaselessly reverberates from one end of the planet to the other, from the laborious treatises of the ultra educated psychologist to the laconic wisdom of the second grade dropout. One group supports a compilation of reasoning in the form of firm laws: "What is good for the goose is good for the gander." Others contest this answer, claiming that laws must be elastic: "What is one's man's meat is another man's poison." And then we have a third segment. They believe that their solution: "Let your conscience be your guide," takes precedence over all others, regardless of past traditions.
So around us the conflict rages, affecting every aspect of our lives. And the individual can do little but bend under the pressure of his times. The opinions of society relegate him to communicate with others on established levels of behavior, often at the expense of his own natural instincts and responses. He does adhere to this pattern, but often attempts, to rationalize it by forming a personal moral code, labeling it with terms such as "ethics," "values," and "principles." But therein lies the struggle, for -how difficult it is for one to compensate the difference between what he believes to be right and normal as opposed to the convictions of others.
Any discussion of moral codes must, because of its inherent and overwhelming role in the matter, also include an analysis of the sexual element. It is the opinion of one of the most renowned sexual investigators of the nineteenth century, Dr. Richard Von Krafft-Ebing, that "sexual feeling is really the root of all ethics, and no doubt of aestheticism and religion." In his major work, Psychopathia Sexualis, Krafft-Ebing expounds on the importance of sexual significance by recording: "Sexual life no doubt is the one mighty factor in the individual and social relations of man which discloses his powers of activity; of acquiring property, of establishing a home, of awakening altruistic sentiments toward a person of the opposite sex, and toward his own issue as well as the whole human race."
Yet, despite the tremendous influence that sex exercises - over our very existence, civilization, from time immemorial, has seen fit to-discuss it only in whispers. The word "sex" has implied undesirable connotations and man has reacted accordingly. However forceful the impulse, he has employed every means at his disposal to sublimate his sex drive. He has allowed just enough of his urges to seep through to propagate the species. As a result, natural acts became distorted and the slightest variation from coitus was utter sacrilege.
Fortunately there were responsible men, scholars who recognized the unnaturalness of this behavior. They undertook the monumental task of investigating, analyzing, and reporting the emotional and physical implications of the sexual drive. Repressed for centuries, their works nonetheless found their way into the hands of intelligent and concerned individuals. But it is only in recent times that these studies have reached a point where they are being applied to the education of the civilized world.
In his textbook, The Psychology of Mental Health, Louis P. Thorpe comments: "Successful sublimation of the sex drive is one of the requirements of society, yet there are those who question seriously whether adequate personality adjustment can be achieved within the framework of a sex-restrictive community. In such a situation the mental hygienist must strike a balance between the demands of contemporary social mores and the 'released' personality. More problems may be created than are solved by a recommendation either to defy or completely to conform to convention in matters of sex. In any case, the mental hygienist is concerned with the effect on both individuals and groups of following various codes of behavior rather than with moralistic evaluations in terms of absolute standards."
In present day society, the influence of the basic sexual instinct demands to be heard and understood. The "now" generation has swept aside the veils of the past and laid before us the bold challenge to "tell it like it is." In their desperate search for identity and freedom, they demand that we drag old taboos from the closet and expose them for their true worth. Other people, perhaps harking back to the rigidness of doomsday puritanical philosophies, fear that an open examination of age-old, hushed-up subjects might unleash the evils and miseries of a modern day Pandora's Box.
This confrontation of old values with new awareness's has led to a social upheaval under the guise of what is termed the "sexual revolution." It is going on now and the effect of it, gradual and painful though it may be, is providing us with an enlightenment of sex heretofore nonexistent.
Understandably, the problems created by this sexual revolution are many fold and, in somewhat frightening. Established standards have been shaken, theories are being reevaluated, rules and laws are in a state of new interpretation, behavioral patterns are evolving, and even the family structure is vulnerable to new outside influences. But of paramount importance is the result that the individual himself is being put to the severest test of all, that of availing his intellect to a possible reconditioning of sexual attitudes.
Author Burch Robbing:" ... there are answers to the basic sexual revolution problems, to sexual freedom and to personal sexual problems. They lie in the individual himself. And in the ways in which professionals disseminate information about sex to the masses.
"First, we all need true sexual freedoms. Second, frank, earnest, open discussions of sexual knowledge. This, of course, sounds like every other method. But we require this sex information in a physical way ... "
In his book, Sexual Actions and Reactions, Rob-bins concludes that we are unaware of the many basic bodily functions that cater to man's sexual instincts. " ... As basic as this may seem, these are the areas in which we are most sexually ignorant: our own bodies, the senses, feelings and reactions of our partners, the way in which we can best satisfy and be satisfied ... "
True sexual freedom. Aye, but there's the rub. From infancy we are subjected to the customs and traditions (usually in the form of "no-no's") that label natural sex drives as something to be held in check. We are told to go only so far and then stop. Through our developing years this repression conditions us until it reaches a point where it assumes total command over our actions. At a point, and this varies according to individual makeup, the agonizing struggle between basic desires and conditioned reflexes begins. To give way to these desires may be an open invitation to the emergence of guilt feelings and their ensuing discomforts.
On the other hand, there is the reconditioning factor. Here is where the ability to differentiate (referring back to moral codes) between right and wrong comes into play. Reason and logic are employed to discern the fallibility or infallibility of past admonitions. Further, on a higher and more important level, deep emotional feelings are brought forth and examined. Is it not possible that somewhere along the way our emotional conditioning may have been led astray? Repressed feelings are symptomatic of a trouble society and surely, as we look about us, we do not see a Utopian world. Is it any wonder then that all about us this aware younger generation, should demand that "we tell it like it is."
Samuel G. Kling, in his book Sexual Behavior and the Law, states: "To a greater or lesser extent law represents crystallized public opinion ... " But he goes on to point out: "Unhappily, since it is men who enact laws, the law itself can be but an imperfect instrument." Concomitantly, it is also man who has adapted past customs and traditions into laws that challenge his own natural sex drives. In the most private communication possible between two individuals, the sexual act, we are told what we may and what we may not do. Realistically, in the sanctity of the bedroom these laws are, in the main, unenforceable by civil authorities. Nevertheless, punishment is doled out; it is assimilated by the conscientious and troubled individual from the simple knowledge that these laws do exist. And although no one is being offended, their emotional conditioning recalls the "no-no's" of childhood and they tend to interpret their actions, particularly if pleasurable, as perverse-thus bringing about the mental anguish of guilt.
A question to be raised here, academic or no, is: if, as previously suggested, law represents crystallized public opinion, are lawmakers keeping abreast of changing public attitudes in the realm of sex? Dr. Alfred E. Kinsey recorded his belief that nearly fifty percent of more experienced persons have indulged in oral relations. Now if this indulgence reflects public opinion, and if Kinsey's figures are even close to accuracy, then many people are unaware or choose to ignore Kling's caution that "under our present outmoded laws, both (fellatio and cunnilingus) are punishable under statutes against sodomy, usually with severe sentences." (This excludes the" state of Illinois which has declared that what two adults do with mutual consent, in privacy, is their own business.)
In their publication Sexual Behavior, Psycho-Legal Aspects, Dr. Frank S. Caprio and Donald R. Brenner recommend: "Laws must be continually modified to fit the times. Unfortunately while this is true, the world is constantly handicapped by resistance to change. We suffer from obsolete laws and ways of living. Many people cling to ancient prejudices and taboos. The more progressive must help the uninformed to give up thinking based on superstition and fear."
The erotic use of the mouth in caressing and exciting the genital of the sexual partner is, after the use of the hands and the sexual parts themselves, the most valuable erotic technique, and the most efficacious. It is also the most misunderstood and the most maligned.
G. Legman, Oragenitalism
The primary study of this work will be the oralism facet of sexual activity. We have already noted that fellatio and cunnilingus are against most present day laws. However, we shall prove that despite this attempt at suppression, oralism does exist-indeed flourish-as a complement to the sexual act.
It begins at birth. Caprio and Brenner: "The oral-erotic impulse is present in every human being. In its more extreme manifestations, fellatio or cunnilingus (mouth contacts with the male or female genitals) are carryovers of an infantile impulse to suck the mother's breast or the nipple of the bottle ... If the libido is fixated at the oral-erotic level, the individual, as an adult prefers oral sexuality to coitus.
"However, among the majority of persons who have achieved a heterosexual goal, certain oral stimulations practiced between husband and wife need not be construed as perverse. The mental attitude of the respective partners plays an important role.
"According to Kinsey, Pomeroy, and Martin: 'In marital relations, oral stimulations of male or female genitalia occur in about sixty percent of the histories of persons who have been to college.'
"They go on to say: 'In nearly all of the upper-level histories which involve oral contacts, the males make contacts with the female genitalia. In about forty-seven percent of the histories the female makes similar contacts with the male genitalia.'"
Edwin F. Parker, in his text Oralism: The Forbidden Fruit: "Like all current practices, oralism is as old as man. Authorities tell us that the crude cave paintings of our prehistoric ancestors depicted not only scenes of hunting and animals, but scenes of fellatio and cunnilingus as well. In the Kama-Kala, of East Indian eroticism, we can find erotic sculpture depicting man and woman in various acts of fellatio and cunnilingus, and in so-called soixante-neuf (sixty-nine) positions ... Oralism, in fact, abounds in history and literature from the most ancient times to the present and, certain modern views notwithstanding, is by no means a new thing under the contemporary sun."
For the "twilight society," the homosexual and lesbian, oralism is the dominant sexual factor. True, until recent times, this segment of civilization has been looked down upon and scorned even by the most highly erotic, those who believe anything is permissible so long as it enjoins a member of the opposite sex. But as Caprio and Brenner point out: "Homosexuality exists among persons in all walks of life-the poor and the rich, the ignorant and the intellectual, the African and the Eskimo, the atheist and the churchgoer, the married and the unmarried, the young and the old."
In his study Cunnilingus and Fellatio, Dr. John F. Trimble describes the oralism factor as it applies to those who embrace members of their own sex. "Cunnilingus for the lesbian and fellatio for the male homosexual are undoubtedly the most frequent forms of sexual contact to orgasm in anything approaching an 'intercourse-type' act. Lacking the facility for face-to-face penetrative intercourse in any other manner, the behavioral urge naturally evolves to mouth-genital relations."
A must book for any individual wishing to increase his knowledge oh sexual mores is the recently published, Everything you always wanted to know about sex*-*but were afraid to ask, by David Reuben, M.D. There is one question in particular that has a direct bearing on the theme of this study: "But isn't that (oral sex) abnormal?"
Dr. Reuben's answer: "Hardly. Fellatio, in the heterosexual sense, is when a woman kisses, licks, or sucks her partner's penis. It is probably the most common form of heterosexual activity next to copulation. It is harmless in itself. The only possible bad effect, as mentioned before, is from the guilt some women feel over it They can stop worrying. They are not perverted.
"The same thing holds true for cunnilingus. Cunnus is the Latin word for vulva. In translation it has lost a couple of letters, but the meaning hasn't changed. Lingus is Latin for tongue. Put the two together and you have the word and the action itself. Many women, as noted before, enjoy the feeling of a man's tongue and lips stimulating the clitoris, labia, and outer parts of the vagina. Many men enjoy pleasing their sexual partners this way. Wrong? No one has even been able to explain why. Guilt? It just doesn't make sense."
Why oralism? This is another of those psycho-sexual questions that is continually being pondered and theorized by students of sexual research. Other than being a natural human instinct, there is no clear definition as to its existence. Innumerable definitions may be given, but each depends on circumstance and conditions. In the case of the homosexual or lesbian, the answer is obvious. In heterosexual confrontations, it may be the desire of one or both of the partners. Over the long haul of marriage life, it certainly can add an appealing variation to what might otherwise become a frustrating and boring ordeal.
More specific reasons are outlined in Brenner's Sexual Behavior. "Oral stimulation of the genitals of the opposite sex as fore pleasure is regarded by many psychiatrists as compatible with normality, provided there are no feelings of guilt or conflicts associated with the act They may be considered accessory forms of sexual excitation. If the individuals are enabled to achieve satisfaction from coitus by such pre-practices as fellatio and cunnilingus, these cannot in every case be labeled 'abnormal.'
"In a happy marriage, whatever husband wife do, within reason, to express physical love and give pleasure to each other is normal. The term 'within reason' involves the mutual attitude of the husband or wife toward certainly preliminary lovemaking techniques ...
"Deviations are allowable as long as they lead to normal intercourse. They are usually abnormal or neurotic when they are always practiced to the exclusion of the mating that nature intended.
"If the variation in lovemaking leads to completed satisfaction, it is better to accommodate your partner as long as the activity is acceptable to you. In fact, variations often help to restore or maintain the potency of the husband."
In Complete Sexual Fulfillment, Barbara Bross and Jay Gilbey have this to say on oral-genital relations: " ... oral contact has been an accepted form of arousal and fulfillment from before the time of the Pharaohs. There is no society, about which we have records of the sexual customs it followed, which does not make mention of oral contact In the Middle East, boys and girls are brought up to consider oral contact a vital step in feminine arousal, just as we have substituted manual caresses of the clitoris by the man. Our substitution, for most women, runs a very poor second in effectiveness."
Relating to timidness in the approach to oral-ism, the authors hold a strong opinion. " ... if you are and feel strange about it (oralism), get rid of those inhibitions now. They are fetters from the past that are destroying the kind of complete sexual fulfillment that this book is mostly all about. Educated, knowledgeable oral contact simply by doing it ... "
The manual, Ideal Marriage, Its Physiology and Technique, has long been a source of sexual information for husbands and wives. Originally published in 1926, it treats the subject of marital sex as a fine and delicate art. Authored by Dr. Th. H. Van De Velde, its medical connotations would appear to direct it towards a doctor's library rather than the bedside table of a newlywed couple. But whatever his original intent, Dr. Van De Velde did reach the average layman with an impact never before seen in the field of sexual literature. It is a book highly recommended to all serious students of sexology.
Regarding the oral-genital relationship, Dr. Van De Velde refers to it as the kiss of genital stimulation, or genital kiss. He wrote that the genital kiss has many advantages. "First of all the lack of local secretion (genital lubricants) ceases to be a drawback, and even becomes an advantage. Secondly, the acuteness of the pleasure it excites and the variety of tactile sensation it provides, will ensure that the previous deficiency is made good, i.e. that sexual excitement and desire reach such a point that-either by these means alone or aided by other endearments- distillation takes place, heralding psychic and bodily readiness for a sexual communion, successful and satisfactory to both partners.
"The genital kiss is particularly calculated to overcome frigidity and fear in hitherto inexperienced women who have had no erotic practice, and are as yet hardly capable of specific sexual desire."
On individual reactions, Dr. Van De Velde says, . the active partner, the pleasures of the genital kiss are wholly psychic. They center round the joy of giving joy to and rousing desire in the beloved, and the imaginative realization of this pleasure and desire ... The feelings of the passive partner, on the other hand, however strong their emotion undertones, are predominantly peripheral, i.e., physical ...
" ... In this more evolved and richer harmony of relationship, the use and enjoyment of genital stimulation and the genital kiss, will depend wholly on inclination, temperament, individual sensibility and practice of both partners. They may be enjoyed alternately or sometimes simultaneously."
Within the ensuing pages will be found contributions of five prominent sexologists. Through the use of sexual and scatological terms, they have graphically described oralism as it applies to the married woman. Each sexologist has selected a subject who, in his opinion, best exemplifies the contemporary train of thought and response in this matter. We have already established that conflicts between normal sex drives and past reflex conditionings are very real. The case histories herein will explore some of these conflicts in the hopes that those readers who feel they are unique in their confusion, or hang-ups if you will, may find reassurance in the fact that it is a problem of society en masse.
Furthermore, this publication should construed as either an endorsement or condemnation in regards to the decisions and resultant actions of the individual as applied to oragenitalism. It is merely a presentation of facts and opinions on an existing, although oftentimes isolated variation of the sexual act. To the reader's right to knowledge, this book is dedicated.
AARON J. ABELAND
A product of the cross-influences of what could be called a "Post-" or "Neo-Victorian" climate and the beginnings of today's more liberal attitudes, Mr. Abelard has been interested in the enigmas, taboos, and contradictory views concerning sex since young adulthood. This interest was gradually enhanced by endless personal experiences and observations which were channeled into formal study during his university years. His early desire was to become a clinical psychologist, but an emerging facility with words eventually led him to the belief that writing was the better way of examining sexual customs and beliefs, and dispensing the findings thereof.
Among his training are included two years of formal but independent studies in Jungian Psychology. Mr. Abelard has written many articles on sexology for leading magazines, and has authored numerous books on the subject. Some of his credits include: Partialism: The World of Semi-Sex, The Hypersexuals, Climax!, Sex Is A Four Letter Word, Letters From the Sexually Disturbed and Older Women and Younger Boys.
CHAPTER ONE: "Tommi" as reported by Aaron J. Abelard
A number of studies have been undertaken over the past few years, all of them aimed at measuring and evaluating some of the consequences of the much-touted, newly emerging "New Morality." One such study conducted not too long ago by a large southwestern university indicated, according to its interpreters, that women in our society were becoming utterly preoccupied with things sexual; so much so, in fact, that, as Aaron J. Abe-lard reported in his book, Climax!, there has emerged yet another idea, to wit: "Our current Sexual Revolution is producing what may be called the phenomenon of the psycho-orgasmically fixated female."
This "phenomenon" is, in fact, an illusion, a Pseudo-phenomenon, if you will, resulting primarily from faulty interpretation of certain sociological data. Nonetheless, it is indeed true that women today are becoming more sexually alive and active than ever before. Vance Packard, for instance, in his The Sexual Wilderness, found that women were becoming "critical consumers" of male sexual performance, and Drs. Phyllis and Eberhard Kronhausen, in their The Sexually Responsive Woman, maintain that women today are "demanding more and better" orgasms from their sex partners. Referring again to Packard, he notes that the primary drama of recent decades is that, while men have been mostly reacting, "women have been acting. And, as the Time reviewer of Packard's book amended, concluding from Packard's case material, "mostly they have been acting up:"
One area in which such "acting up" has become readily apparent is the business world. In his Sex Behavior of the American Secretary, Dr. W. H. Sprague, Associate Director of the Psychoanalytical Assistance Foundation, reported that 20.8% of the women surveyed in his study admitted to having had sex relations with their bosses, and the majority of these further admitted that they, not the men, promoted the occasion. Dr. Sprague further found that nearly 70% of the female office workers covered in his study had had premarital and/or extra-marital sex. Since the Sprague report is now a decade old, it has been suggested by some authorities that, to do justice to the current scene, these percentages should be adjusted upwards, perhaps as high as 35% in the first instance, and 90% in the second.
Concomitant with this increase in the sexual forwardness of today's woman is her seeming increased interest in the oral stimulation of genitalia as a means of achieving "more and better" orgasms. While the practices of fellatio and cunnilingus are as old as mankind itself, it would seem that they are something relatively new insofar as Americans are concerned. Sexologist Burch Robbins, for example, in his introduction to Robert F. Edwin's Oralism: The Forbidden Fruit, suggests that " ... World War II GI's 'discovered' fellatio and cunnilingus in Europe (thus supporting the euphemism 'Frenching,' which alludes to oralism), and brought it back to America along with war souvenirs, foreign brides, and a general disposition toward a larger and freer sensuality."
Whatever the cause for the present vogue in oral sex, our current sex literature, as Robbins further notes, makes no secret of it and, in fact, takes an ever-broadening view of it. Whereas once, for example, sexologists condoned it only between husband and wife-and then only if it was not substituted for normal intercourse-they now endorse it without any such qualification. More than a few modern authorities, in fact, encourage the practice of oral sex as a paramount technique in achieving a sound, happy, and healthy sex life and, it should be added, for some very sound physiological reasons. In his own book, Sexual Actions & Reactions, Bobbins, for example, observes that oral sex offers potentials that not even intercourse can approach. Regarding fellatio, he says:
" ... Besides tonguing, kissing and licking the penis, the mouth is the only body orifice that offers suction ... [and] is best utilized in its unique ability to suck the penis ... "
Regarding cunnilingus, he states:
" ... By moving [his] head, the cunnilinguist can easily lick and otherwise stimulate the complete genitals. The female can direct this operation as she sees fit, by simply telling her lover what to do, where to perform and how to move, or by placing her hands on his head and maneuvering him exactly where she wants him to be.
"She not only has all the advantages with none of the disadvantages-but an orgasmic experience second to none ... "
In the following case history, Aaron J. Abelard describes the oral compulsions of a thirty-five-year-old woman who had to find sexual satisfaction away from the marriage bed.
" ... From the moment of our first kiss, I knew the evening wouldn't end until we were in bed together, his bare chest warm against my naked belly, my tits crushed against him, his huge gorgeous cock sliding wetly in and out of my hungry sucking mouth, and his lips and tongue wriggling all over and into my hot slick cunt.
"I mean, when you've been there as often as I have, and with as many different men, that first kiss can tell you a god awful lot. If a guy comes at you like he's hell-bent on flattening your face with his, or if he barely touches your mouth with pursed, dry lips-or even if he comes at you with a wide-open but slobbery mouth-forget it. But if his mouth and lips are relaxed, but still kind of firm, and he does wiggly little things with his tongue ... You know, like he sort of just tongue-teases your lips at first, or he uses his tongue to invite yours into his mouth, or maybe once in a while he gently pulls one of your lips into his mouth and lazily sucks on it. Well, that's the kind of guy who's not only sexy as hell, but ten to one he really digs mouth sex.
"So anyway, that's the kind of guy Phil was, and I knew it from that first kiss. Which was why we ended up in a motel that evening after our dinner date. And which is also why we have such a great thing going, now.
"Of course, there was more to it than just a first kiss. That, and the hot, hungry kisses that followed in the darkness of his car in the parking lot of the restaurant-all of that was just a promise, you could say. A promise of what might be. But the thing is, it was a promise he started fulfilling the minute the motel door was locked behind us.
"He took me in his arms, then, and kissed me again. This time, though, there was much, much more to the kiss. Even as his tongue squirmed wetly into my mouth and I began slowly teasing and sucking it, his hands began roving my body, gently, lazily, but, oh, so firmly, cupping and massaging my tits, tracing the flat curve of my belly, stroking the mound of my cunt right through the thin fabric of my dress and panties, then caressing the full curves of my ass.
"The feel of his hands, so gentle yet so strong, and the tantalizing wriggle of his tongue in my mouth, were like so much fuel to the fire his earlier kisses had already lighted. I felt the flame inside me leaping, raging up through my belly to my burning, bulging nipples; creeping down through my belly to my crotch, moistening my throbbing cunt lips, as if it were melting them. My hands went up under his suit jacket, and my nails dug into his back through his shirt. I mashed my tits against his lean, hard chest with I all the force I could muster, rocking my shoulders f back and forth slowly at the same time, so as to make him feel the firm cushions of my half-crushed tits and the hard bullets of my aching nipples, all over. My hips were alive, too, ramming forward as hard as they could, driving the hot, hard bulge of his cock inside his pants into my belly, then jerking upwards in quick little spasms, trying to capture that sweet, hard bulge in the vee of my thighs. And when, at last, I felt his hands circling my ass, his fingers clutching and lifting the hem of my skirt and gliding up over my stocking-tops to grab and pull at the ripe cheeks of my bottom, nearly tearing the filminess of my panties as they tried to lift and spread my cheeks, the fire in my body flared into white heat. Little colored lights popped and swam behind my closed eye-lids, and in the midst of them, I could already see his naked cock, stiff and proud, its red knob a glistening bulge, begging for my wet, hungry mouth.
"Still holding our kiss, we started fumbling at each other's clothing, frenziedly undressing each other. I could feel his fingers tugging at my zippered dress, peeling the fabric of it from my shoulders, plucking at and opening the hooks of my bra, while my own hands clawed at his shirt and jacket, fumbled with his belt buckle, and yanked at his fly. And, in minutes, we stood there, our clothes puddled carelessly at our feet, naked except for his shorts arid my panties, his squirming tongue plunged deeply into my throat, his warm hands kneading and teasing my bare tits, while my own hands gripped and stroked the gristled hardness of his cock jutting from the gaping front of his underwear.
"He broke the deep, tonguing kiss, then, and pressing his nibbling lips to my ear, he murmured, 'The bed, Baby, the bed! I want to fuck you, I want my cock up inside you ... !'
"Oh, yes, darling!' I heard my own voice saying. "I want you in me, I want you fucking me! Oh, God, do I! But first ... !"
"He drew back a little, and looked into my eyes. 'But first what?' he asked. I smiled up at him and my eyes felt heavy with the desire I was feeling. I took one of his hands slowly in mine, and isolating his middle finger, I drew it into the wet circle of my lips, then rolled my tongue lazily around it.
"Oh, Christ, yes!" he muttered. "Do it, do it!"-and again he urged me to the bed.
"No," I said. "I-I want to do it-my way ..."
"He looked into my eyes again, this time a little quizzically. I kissed him once more, hotly, deeply, but briefly. Then, with my thigh muscles straining to make my descent ever so slow, I began sinking to my knees, pulling his shorts down teasingly over his hips, trailing little wet, nibbling licks and kisses down over his bare chest and belly. The taste of his skin was at once faintly salty and yet tangy with the light flavor of his marvelously leathery cologne. His manly nipples, when I sucked them and teased them with my tongue, sprang up as tautly as my own. His navel was a tiny, smooth pocket just made for the tip of my wet tongue. And then my mouth was into the thick, musky bush above his wonderfully hard cock, and I was kneeling fully on the floor before him.
"His beautiful cock was just as I had envisioned it in the midst of our light-popping kiss- stiff and hard and proud, jutting straight towards my face, its huge red knob glistening, inviting my already watering mouth, as if it were the juicy, swollen plum it seemed. I wanted to devour it I wanted to jam that ripe, red plum as far back in my throat as I could and, with my mouth and lips pulling and sucking madly along the shaft of his sweet prick, try to swallow it whole. But I had learned long ago that, where mouth-sex was concerned, haste sore as hell made waste. Slow and easy was the thing, if I wanted to drive him so out of his mind that, when I got him around to licking my aching pussy, he would send me straight into heaven with his mouth and tongue. And, so, slow and easy it was.
"Circling the gristled stiffness of his big, hard cock with one hand, I cupped the hairy sack of his sweet balls. Holding the root of his stiff, marvelous cock with one hand, and gently hefting his balls with the other, I ran my tongue lazily around the ripe, red knob of his luscious prick, thoroughly moistening the whole head of it. Then, as I wetted my lips and slid his beautiful cock-plum into the '0' of my mouth, I heard him moan softly and felt him stiffen, bodily. His hands came up behind my head, cupping it, while his fingers tangled in my hair. I began rocking my head slowly back and forth, gliding my wet lips down toward my fist-the one holding the root of his cock-then drawing them lazily back again, all the while swirling my tongue, first right, then left, around and around the thick, meaty shaft of his delicious maleness. Above me, I heard his moaning deepen and quicken. I felt his hands cupping my head ever more firmly. And at last, his hips began rocking, arching forward and backward in rhythm with my bobbing head, driving his sweet cock back and forth into my very throat, fucking me- literally fucking me-in the mouth.
"For a time, we stayed like that-me kneeling before him, his sweet, stiff cock filling my mouth; he with his hands clutching my head, as if they were gripping my ass-cheeks, and his hips in tempo with my bobbing head, driving his hard love-gristle back and forth over my tongue and into my throat, as if he were slow-fucking me in, as he later said, my 'other sweet cunt.' Then, after a while, his hands suddenly froze on my head, keeping me from gliding my wet lips along his prick. For a moment, I thought he was ready to come, and I tried to mumble that he should come in my mouth. But he had another idea. Holding my head and bending low above me, he murmured, 'Let's use that bed, Baby. Let's use it now!'
"I slid his sweet prick from my mouth and, ready to protest, I glanced up at him.
"Don't worry, Baby," he said, grinning. "We got a long way to go before we even start fucking. But I want you on the bed-now-so I can lick your sweet cunt like it's never been licked before!"
"I got up slowly, even though my heart was suddenly pounding with anticipation. The promise of that first kiss, I knew, was sure as hell about to be fulfilled-and then some ... !"
It was with the foregoing words-replete with their perhaps unusual blend of candor, detail and occasional near-poetic nuances-that Ellen D., a thirty-five-year-old married woman, employed at the time as a business-office secretary, related her latest oral-sexual "conquest." Sitting calmly across the desk from me, Ellen (or "Tommi," a girlhood nickname she prefers) had agreed to recount her oral sex experiences as a contribution to a survey I was conducting on the general topic of extra-marital sex among women.
Tommi is a lovely dark-haired woman of high intelligence, good education, more than a little sophistication, and one who looks substantially younger than her years. Prior to meeting and marrying George D., her sex experience was comparatively limited. She had had intercourse a few times with a previous fianc�, but other than that she had confined her sex activities to heavy petting and mutual masturbation with some of her dates. It was not until her wedding night, in any case, that she experienced her first real orgasm. And with the experience, she states, she became "fully and marvelously awake to the incredible joys of sex."
Tommi and George were sexually well-suited to one another, and the early years of their marriage found them indulging in almost daily bouts of intercourse. But with the passage of time, and especially when no children were born to them, the marriage began to become routine. The frequency of their sexual activities began to decline sharply. "Part of the problem," Tommi stated, "was that George became so damned predictable -he did the same damned thing, the same damned way, every damned time we fucked!" Eventually, she confronted him with the problem. Deciding they had not been sufficiently imaginative, they got hold of several good sex manuals. In one of them, Tommi "discovered" the techniques of oral sex, but while George was willing to try any of the "new" positions which the books suggested, he flatly refused to try oral stimulation, insisting that "only weirdo's and sickles, fags and Lesbians went in for that kind of disgusting bat-crap!"
Tommi dismissed the idea of oral sex, and tried to content herself with "new" positions, but "-we were so damned text-bookish about it, I guess, that it all turned out to be a big nothing. In fact, we ended up worse than before."
It was thereafter only a matter of time before Tommi invited an affair with John T., a married friend of her husband's. The affair was short-lived, however, and proved to be highly unsatisfactory to her. "I went to a hotel with him two or three times," Tommi related, "and found out he was a real fumbler. He was crude as hell, for one thing, and for another, he had the same attitude about mouth-sex, when I suggested it, that George had. All he wanted to do was stick his cock up inside my pussy and-wham, bam!-shoot off." Tommi ended the affair abruptly, and tried to forget about sex altogether.
To occupy her time more than anything .else, Tommi, who had worked as a secretary before her marriage, took a refresher course at a local business school, then went to work for a large Midwest brewery. It was here that she met Willard S., a virile-looking man in his early forties, who was her immediate superior. Completely bored with her marriage by now, and thoroughly frustrated sexually, she found Willard immensely attractive and was soon entertaining sexual fantasies involving him. Little by little, she tried to make it known to her boss that she was open to the idea of an affair with him. He, in turn, took her out to lunch a few times, and to dinner once or twice when overtime kept them working late, but nothing happened sexually between them until the office Christmas party. Emboldened partly by the holiday atmosphere, and partly by a considerable number of drinks, Tommi maneuvered Willard-who was equally "high" on alcohol-into an empty office. Says Tommi:
"I was hungry for him, really hungry. I mean, my cunt was starved for the feel of his prick up inside me. I locked the office door behind us and damned near threw myself in his arms. He kissed me hard, but so very gentle, and his tongue started doing a lot of crazy little things inside my mouth. I flipped out, I really did. I started grinding my tits against him, and rubbing my belly against his rising hard-on. Then, when he was all-the-way hard, I reached down and, grabbing the bulge in his pants, I started squeezing his prick and rubbing it. God, it'd been so long, his sweet cock felt like it was as big as a baseball bat and twice as hard!
"Still holding the kiss, we staggered across the office floor and almost fell onto this big, leather couch. I wrapped myself around him, then, and really started-well, going to town, I guess. I mean, I sucked his tongue into my mouth as hard as I could, and practically shoved one of his hands against one of my tits, and then I started fumbling with his crotch, trying to get his zipper open. I finally did, but not before I went halfway out of my mind. What I mean is, all the time I was fumbling, he wasn't sitting still, you know. He found my zipper real easy, and by the time I managed to yank his open, he had the front of my dress down to my waist, and my bra off, and was driving me right up the wall with his mouth and tongue teasing and licking my tits and nipples.
"Anyway, I got his pants open, shoved my hand inside and, with a little more fumbling, found his hard, hot, naked cock. It felt twice as big as it had through his pants, and it was so warm and hard, I just left my hand in there for a while, kind of slow-squeezing and pumping it up and down. Finally, I pulled his sweet, stiff prick out of his pants and really started jacking him off. Well, not really. Jacking him off, I mean. I sure as hell didn't want to waste his hot cock-honey by letting it shoot all over my hand. But I worked him good and proper, anyway; really yanked his gorgeous prong for him.
"By this time, he had a hand up under my skirt and between my thighs-which had all but sprung apart for him the moment I felt his fingers grazing their way up over my stocking-tops and touching the soft flesh above them. He had his hand up there, like I said, and was stroking the damp crotch of my panties. The feel of that-his hand, and especially his fingers, tickling and rubbing me through the extra silkiness of my panties-made my whole cunt absolutely throb and quiver! God, it was driving me wild! Then, just when I, thought I couldn't stand it anymore, he caught the web of my panties and pulled it aside, and I felt his first two fingers burrowing, first into the wiry roughness of my cunt hair, then into the crevice of my mound, and finally into the slick slit of my cunt, itself. And that realty drove me wild!
"Fuck me!" I heard my own voice crying softly, hoarsely. "Oh, God! Fuck me, fuck me! Put your sweet cock in me and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me-e-e-e ... !"
"I felt him shift around on the couch, then felt both his hands go up under my skirt, and his fingers clutch the band of my panties. Instantly, I arched my back, lifting my ass clear of the couch, so he could pull off my panties. Then, as he pulled them off over my feet, I shoved my* ass forward, to the very edge of the couch, and spread my thighs wide apart. With my head lolling back against the couch and my eyes closed, I waited for the feel of him, the feel of his fingers searching out my hole and spreading my wet cunt lips, the feel of the hard knob of his gorgeous cock pressing gently between them, the feel of its pressure against the quivering mouth of my cunt, and then the feel of its meaty length sliding sharply, suddenly, all the way up inside me.
"But it didn't happen ...
"Instead, I felt his warm breath against the insides of my thighs-his warm breath, then the wet, electric touch of his tongue. I opened my eyes and looked down. He was kneeling on the floor directly before me, his head between my legs and his shoulders under my bent knees. His arms were circling the outsides of my thighs, and his one hand was kneading and massaging one of my naked tits, while his ' hand, holding my skirt up around my waist, was stroking my bare belly and toying with the black, wiriness of my cunt hair. His lips and tongue were a wild, delicious tickling against the white flesh above my stocking tops ...
Then, suddenly, I felt something I'd never felt before-a slow, wild, gentle, crazy squirming. Right in the pit of me. Right in my bush. A crazy, wet, sweet, sharp, tingling all over the spread, throbbing lips of my cunt and all over the near-bursting nub of my clit. I gasped, then bit my lip to keep from screaming with the mad, impossible pleasure that was shooting through me in lightning waves ...
"Willard was doing that, awful thing, that thing that George had said only weirdo's and sickies and fags and Lesbians did. He was hungrily, ravenously sucking and licking and tongue-probing my cunt!
"For a brief second, I was shocked. Shocked and, yes, even a little horrified. It was something I'd wanted some man to do to me, since the first time I read about it in that marriage manual. Yes, even before that. I mean, I heard about men licking women's cunts before, and I'd always wondered. And all the marriage manual had really done was make me wonder more. And now that a man was actually doing it to me-actually 'eating' my cunt-I was shocked. Suddenly, all the old associations, the things you learn when you're a kid-about ... well, other body-functions and all. Suddenly, all that hit me, and I wondered if maybe George hadn't been right.
"So, for a brief second, I was shocked-but only for a second. Because the feel of it-his mouth and tongue, so warm and lazy at one moment, so hot and flicking the next-the feel of it made me tingle with a kind of cold, electric fire that started in my cunt and surged upward, like sheeting flames, through my belly to my naked tits, making my nipples feel like they would burst. I closed my eyes again, and pressed my head back against the couch, rocking it crazily from side to side, and arched my hips sharply up toward his face, while with both hands I cupped his head, pressing his mouth tighter and tighter to my slick, burning cunt. And, then, suddenly, I was coming ...
"God, how can I describe it?! It was like dying. Or being high on booze. Or being born. Or wigged out on diet pills. It was like all of that, and like none of it, and like more! It was like somebody was pouring warm honey into my cunt. Only it ran uphill. Slowly, lazily. Uphill from my twitching cunt. A warm, syrupy feeling that started right down around my hole, then spread gradually up through my belly to my tits. Beyond, even. Flowing and surging upward all over my face and head and neck. Then, suddenly, it started hitting me in sweet, sharp waves-wham, wham, wham! One right after another. My ears started ringing, and my whole head was off somewhere, whirling away through a black, velvety, warm, starry space. I heard myself groaning and sobbing and keening. And all the while, I could still feel his lapping me, licking me, sliding in and out of my raw, wet, quivering, throbbing cunt! Then, as if from far, far away, I heard my own voice, again, softly keening and sobbing out:
"Oh, God ... ! So good, so good, so goo-o-o-o-d ... !"
After what seemed like a small eternity of just drifting in that warm, black, velvety space, I came back to reality and found Willard sitting up on the couch next to me, my head resting against his chest, my one hand still loosely wrapped around his stiff cock, idly toying with it, while one of his own hands- kept stroking my belly and the insides of my spread thighs, and lazily plumping and fingering my still twitching cunt. He was kissing me, ever so lightly, all over my face. When he saw my eyes flutter open, he grinned down at me and said:
"Hi."
"Hi, yourself," I murmured, knowing that my face probably looked like it was Christmas, or something. Then suddenly I was curious.
"Willard ... ?"
He slid a middle finger deep between my dripping cunt lips, as he said, "Yeah, Baby? What is it?"
I quick-squeezed his hand with my thighs. "Why ... why did you ... do that ... ?"
"His grin broadened and his finger churned slowly in my wet hole. "Do what?" he asked.
I playfully wrenched his sweet cock. "You know what I mean," I said.
"You mean, why did I lick you-" he finger-churned my cunt some more and lazily thumbed my throbbing clitoris "-here ... ?"
"I gasped, then nodded.
"He leaned over, sucked my left nipple wetly into his hot mouth, tongued it lazily a few times, then sat up again. "Did you like it?" he asked. Rhetorically, I might add.
"Oh, Jesus, Jesus, yes! I loved it! It just the most wonderful thing ever!"
"His finger slid deftly out of my cunt and crept down between my ass-cheeks toward my other hole. "Well, then," he said, "it would seem that you've answered your own question, haven't you?"
"His finger was creating delicious sensations around my asshole, but I managed to concentrate. "You ... you knew I'd like it??"
His finger was in my asshole, then, and his thumb had taken over my cunt-hole. "Well," he said, "I was pretty sure you would. I mean, most women do."
"Despite myself, I began wriggling my whole bottom, working both my holes in rhythm with his thumb and finger. Still, I managed to say: "
"Most women ... ?"
"He paused, again, this time to lick and suck both my nipples, before answering. "Well," he said, "all the women I've ever had sex with, anyway?"
"'How ... how many has that been ... ?" Almost unconsciously, my hand began pumping his marvelous prick up and down.
"Hey," he said, "you're not jealous, are you? I mean, we're just-"
"No," I interrupted him. "It-it's not a matter of jealously. I-I don't care if you've licked a thousand cunts. But, please, you must tell me. How many ... ?"
He drew his hand back up into my crotch and, spreading my wet cunt lips, burrowed into my hole with three fingers. He chuckled and said:
"A pretty far cry from a thousand, I guess. Forty, maybe. Forty-five ..."
"And-and they all liked it?"
"Loved it."
"I thought about what George had said, the time I'd asked him to try a little mouth-sex with me, and about how my great lover, John had acted, too. And I started to feel more than a little outraged.
"Willard ... ?" I said at last.
"Yeah, Baby ... ?"
"W-would you like me to-to suck your cock for you ... ?"
"Would I? Oh, Christ, Baby, I-" he caught himself, looked at me quizzically, then kissed me tenderly on the mouth. "This sucking stuff," he said, ending the kiss, "it-uh-it's all new to you, isn't it?"
"I nodded.
"Are you sure you want to suck me off ... ?" I nodded again.
"I-uh-I might come in your-uh-your mouth, you know ... "
"I want you to," I said nervously. "I want you to-to come in my mouth. I-I want swallow you!"
"You--uh-you're sure, now ... ?"
"Y-yes, I-I'm sure. It's just that ..."
"It's just what, Baby?"
"I closed my eyes, hung onto his dear cock as hard as I could, and said:
"I-it's just that I ... I don't know how!"
"He laughed a little, indulgent laugh. "Of course you don't I mean, like you just said, it's all new to you. But don't worry, 'Sweets. I'll teach you. Everything, Baby, everything ..."
"Moving under his guidance and instructions, I slid to my knees on the floor in front of him, my one hand still clutching the root of his hard prick, as if, now, it was-well, some kind of lifeline. I mean, I was more than a little nervous; I'd never had a man's cock in my mouth before, of course, and suddenly I was worried. I mean, like how it would smell and taste, and what his come would taste like, and whether or not I'd really be able to bring myself to swallow it Things like that; things the books never tell you. But I still wanted to suck him off, in part, I guess, because the whole idea warmed me with a feeling of revenge. That's right, revenge. Against that bluenose asshole husband of mine. Sure, I'd never tell him about it, but-I don't know. It was kind of like the kid whose mother says he can't have candy or something, so he sneaks around and steals it, because he knows how horrible she'd feel if she found out.
"So, that was part of it, revenge. But part of it, too, was simply that the idea made me horny. Nervous, but horny. So, I knelt before him, and listened to what his voice and hands and body told me, and I started my first lesson in how to suck a man's cock. As it turned out, it was the only lesson I ever needed. I mean, it turned out, I had-well, a great natural talent for it, I guess you could say. But when you're really wild about something, you usually have that kind of talent,' you know? And, even back then, I was wild as hell for any and all kinds of hot, wet, crotch-clenching mouth-sex.
"Anyway, I knelt in front of him, and, following his guidance ever so carefully, I held the root of his big, marvelous cock in one hand, and pumping and squeezing it lazily, I ran my tongue slowly around the skinned-back, swollen, red knob of it, until it glistened with my saliva. And just that simple beginning got me over my first hurdle. I mean, I found out that it smelled and tasted marvelous. Kind of a man-smell and man taste. I mean, the smell was a kind of marvelous, musky blend fresh perspiration and soap and some kind of woody cologne. And the taste was mostly like that, too, only ... Well, something extra. Maybe sex has a flavor, or something. I don't know. But I could taste the fact that he was a man, you know?
"With that first hurdle behind me, I was home free. His musky-woody scent filled my breathing, and the musky-wood-sex taste of him was on my lips and tongue, and suddenly I wanted to do everything to him at once-swallow his sweet, stiff cock, tongue-bathe his whole crotch, lap his ball-sack all over, drink his come-everything! But I held bade, and listened to his murmuring, groaning voice directing me, and followed the guidance of his hands, which were now finger-tangled in my hair and cupping my head. And I learned the first rule of sweet, hot mouth-sex-slow and easy, slow and easy.
"I licked the swollen, red knob of his cock some more, then forming a wet 'O' with my mouth, I pressed the wet, glistening head of his luscious prick into it. Very slowly, I rocked my face toward his crotch, sliding my wet mouth down to the very root of his cock fisted in my hand, letting the huge plum of his male-ness sink way back into my throat Then slowly I rocked my head backward, drawing the wet '0' of my mouth back up along the hot, meaty shaft of his prick, until only the very knob of it was captured by my lips. Then, again, I rocked my head forward ...
"After long minutes of this, he stopped me, and had me do something new, something that really wigs a man out, I discovered, and something I've made good use of time and time again. He showed me how, on the underside of a man's prick, just a little bit behind the knob of it, there's kind of a little membrane of skin. Then he had me flick it with my tongue, slowly and ever so lightly, like I was trying to play a guitar with the very tip of my tongue. A few flicks, and I pressed his cock back against his belly, and ran my tongue up and down the underside of it a few times. Then I went back to flicking him, only this time a little faster.
"I kept it up, flicking and licking him, until his fingers were like claws tangled in my hair, and his torso was arched stiffly back against the couch, and his whole bottom was wriggling and squirming wildly all over the place. Squirming so much, in fact, that I had a time of it, keeping my tongue on his sweet cock. And all the while, I kept hearing his voice somewhere above me, groaning and keening, like he was in some kind of agony. Some kind of sweet agony. His wriggling and groaning really got to me, too. I guess it's what they call feedback,' or something. But the more he squirmed and moaned, the more I wanted to lick and suck him. I guess it was just knowing I was driving him half out of his skull with pleasure. Anyway, it really turned me on, and without even knowing I knew how, I started-well, innovating.
"I flicked my way once more down the underside of his hot, hard cock, until I was right at his balls-which I started washing, literally washing, with my tongue. Slowly, lazily, I lapped the sweet, fleshy, hairy sack of his huge nuts, flopping them to and fro with my tongue. Then, suddenly, I wanted to go further. I mean, behind his balls. Yes, even into the warm, hairiness of his ass-crack. I shoved my face down as far as I could, gently lifting his balls out of the way, and burrowed my tongue into his musky ass-crack. I sensed his legs coming further up and spreading wider apart, as if his heels were now resting on the edge of the couch. Then, stretching my tongue till it ached, I finally made contact. I could feel the very tip of my tongue touching a crinkly little spot. And at the very instant of contact, he jerked and spasmed as if he'd run into a live electric wire.
"I kept my tongue there, wriggling the very tip of it as long as I could. But the root of it began aching much too much, so I let it relax. As my tongue came back, it hit another spot, right behind his balls, which made him jerk and shudder again. I stayed there, lolling and flicking my tongue around on that super-sensitive spot, until he was begging for mercy. Then I rocked my head all the way back, and, first licking the swollen, red knob of it again, I once more took the head of his sweet, throbbing prick in my mouth.
I went back to slow-bobbing my head again, gliding my wet lips down to the root of his now twitching cock, drawing them back, then gliding them forward again. This time, though, my tongue, as if it had a mind of its own, began swirling steadily 'round and 'round his warm, meaty maleness; swirling around the head of it, when I was all the way back; swirling around the gristly shaft of it, as my wet mouth slid down to the root of it.
"Very gradually, I increased the rhythm of my gliding, sucking mouth, and varied the rhythm of my swirling tongue. Once more, his hands cupped my head and his fingers tangled in my hair. Then, groaning and grunting with deep obvious rapture, he began jerking his hips toward me, matching the tempo of my bobbing head, until at last, like some runaway sewing machine, his hips and my head were bobbing in perfect unison, and more than my sucking his sweet, throbbing prick, he was fucking me, literally fucking me, in the mouth. Instinctively, I guess, I knew the last hurdle was upon me. I mean, I knew he was set to come. And in my mouth. For a brief second, I felt the urge to stop, to drag his prick quickly from my mouth, and, maybe by fast-jacking him with my hand, let him pop off in the open. But I had told him I'd wanted him to come in my mouth, and I told him I'd wanted to swallow his come. And suddenly ...
"Suddenly, I did want him to!
"With that sudden, honest desire, I threw myself to the task. I sucked him, hard! As hard as I could! My tongue was a crazy, wriggling, little snake all over his cock, and I plunged his sweet prick savagely in and out, in and out, in and out of my now watering mouth. I could feel him, now-feel him tensing, feel his cock quivering, lightly, spasmodically, in my hot, sucking mouth. Then, of an instant, he groaned sharply, clawed his hands deeper into my hair, snapped his hips up against my face, and, plunging his hard, throbbing maleness deep into my throat, he came!
"It was like nothing, absolutely nothing, I could have imagined! His cock was there, jumping and throbbing deep in my mouth. And I could feel a warm, lumpy wetness pulsing from the end of it, spurting against the back of my throat. I could feel the wetness, like liquifying jelly, now, filling my mouth, as still his sweet prick jumped and throbbed. But it had no-well, no taste. Not really. It was warm, very warm. And like jelly, or maybe glue. But no real taste. Or, at least none that I could tell. So, I drank it down. Gulped it, really. Swallowed it, hard, I guess, and a little noisily. And I kept right on sucking him, until, long minutes later, he pushed my head gently away, saying:
After three more similar mutual-oral bouts, Tommi related, and one long, enduring bout of intercourse, they found themselves fully sated, half-sitting, half-lying on the couch and floor amidst a pile of scattered clothing. They had, without realizing it, gradually undressed one another completely during the proceedings-a point which impressed Tommi as to the depth of the rapture they had enjoyed.
Realizing that it was late, they dressed hurriedly, and with their best efforts to seem casual, slipped from the office, singly. Their caution, it developed, was uncalled for. The outer office was dark; the party was long since over. Relieved, they left together, and as Willard drove her home, they sat close together, hands touching, making elaborate plans for the continuation of their affair-at one point even talking vaguely of the possibility of divorcing their respective mates and marrying one another. Some few blocks from Tommi's house, Willard pulled over and, after a final, heated, body-groping kiss, let her out. She walked the rest of the way, her head, as she stated "still in the clouds and a warm, dreamy feeling oozing through me."
Following a restless holiday with her husband, Tommi returned to the office the next working day, anxious to see her new lover again. When she arrived, though, she was told by Willard's assistant that "the boss'll be out a couple of days with a cold." Following that, she was told, too, that she was being given two weeks severance pay. Willard, she learned later, had been so overcome with guilt and remorse, he could not face her, and had therefore arranged by phone to have her discharged. For weeks after, Tommi vacillated between dark depression and furious outrage.
The experience with Willard is now long since a part of her history, and, she says, she remembers only the pleasure, not the bitterness. But on her new job, she states, she displays far more caution in selecting her "mouth-sex" partners, making certain that none are in a position to do her any kind of career injury.
She is still married, but all sex activity between her and George, she reports, has long since ceased. She pursues "mouth-sex" with various men for strictly sexual reasons, breaking off her affairs at the first hint of any real emotional involvement. Since her introduction to oral sex by Willard, she has had, she estimates, similar affairs with some fifteen different men, the affairs ranging from "one-nighters" to "motel-weekends," to one or two lasting a period of months. She greatly admires her present paramour, Phil S., but is more than ready to end even this most satisfying sexual relationship "the minute it gets sticky."
"Men," she says, "are good for only two things-to suck off, and to be sucked off by!"
NORMAN BATES
In contributing this chapter concerning the oral wife on campus, sexologist Norman Bates is drawing upon years of experience in working with college-age individuals at universities on both coasts and their problems in the contemporary campus environment. In most cases he discovered that the new-found freedom and the lack of personally inhibiting elements enabled the student to recognize for the first time aspects of sexuality and sexual satisfaction absolutely necessary for the individual's well-being.
In addition to his work on campus, which included the areas of psychology and juvenile delinquency, Bates has had extensive experience as a journalist. A winner of several scholarships, including the William Randolph Hearst and the Scripps-Howard prizes, Bates has worked extensively as a police reporter, investigating and interviewing individuals arraigned for drug usage, sexual offenses, etc. His published credits include: Male Wives, Teen Analism '70, Voyeurism '70, Teen-Sex Swapping, and Teen Pimp.
CHAPTER TWO: "Janet" as reported by Norman Bates
It has been quipped that "the most popular course at college is Intercourse." And as most of us are aware, there is more than just a modicum of truth to this remark. Sexual activity in college has progressed to such a station that college authorities matter-of-factly acknowledge the tremendous impact it has on the modern campus scene. With interaction between the sexes so easily available, particularly via the sorority and fraternity houses, college officials can do little but look the other way and hope for the best. Elastic regulations have _all but obliterated that honored social watchdog, the chaperone.
In this book Climax!, Aaron J. Abelard quotes the Packard study and writes: " ... one of Vance Packard's more impressive finds had to do with the fact that, whereas the Kinsey report found that twenty years ago only some 27% of unmarried college girls were no longer virginal, 43% of today's college coeds have had one or more sexual encounters. We noted too that there were several factors that could account for this sharp increase. It is extremely difficult, however, not to conclude that a goodly portion of it is due to the rise in the number of orgasmically preoccupied girls now attending our colleges and universities."
Mark Rutland, in his book-length study of a college girl, Campus Sex '69, says: "College students today, once they are in the environment of the university and all that it implies, are anxious to begin their 'seminar in life.' Indeed, if colleges did not insist on a reasonably regimented program of courses, the student would find every conceivable reason to better himself in drinking bouts, sex endurance contests, student rallies and revolts, etc."
A sage observation on college socializing is offered by Lisa Daimier in her book Sex Life of the United States College Student. "The regulations themselves say a lot by implication. Expecting a coed to return to her dormitory at a reasonable hour, every evening is a euphemistic way of saying that she is not supposed to stay out all night with her boyfriend."
The techniques of sex on the campus differ in no way from any other setting. From the moment of that very first kiss, the basic element of oral ism comes into play. Later, during the actual sexual encounter, oragenitalism is engaged in at the whim of the partners. According to Kinsey, in marital relations, oral-genital contact occurs in about 60% of the histories of persons who have been to college.
In the following case history, sexologist Norman Bates describes how a married college student resolves her emotional conflicts regarding her oragenitalism urge.
"I don't know why, but I just love to suck cock. It's something that's been with me for a long time - ever since I realized that I just couldn't make it any other way. I mean, every girl has something that turns her on, right? Something that does more for her cunt than anything else.
"Well, for me that certain something is a nice hard cock. And I am not saying that it has to be a big cock. Shit! A cock's a cock in my book, regardless of whether it's big or small or thick as a salami or thin as a pencil. Although I must admit that in my experience I have never come across any as thin as a pencil. But thick as a salami-oi! Let me tell you! I felt just like slipping the whole thing between two slices of bread and biting right into it!
"And it doesn't matter where I suck cock, either. I've sucked underneath tables in bars, on the beach, in the back seat of a car, and right in my own bed. Mine and Sam's that is. Sam and I have been married for three years. We got married right after we started school here at the university, and everything's been fine with us all along. Especially after I realized how important it was for me to suck cocks.
"And Sam understands. As a matter of fact, he not only understands but he loves it. He soon realized that I knew what to do with his cock once I got it in my mouth. That first time I sucked him, Sam just lay back with his arms behind his head and moaned the whole time, just as if somebody had hold of his balls and was squeezing them for all they were worth.
"Sometimes a guy like Sam will start off soft, you know? It's like they're just too tired, or maybe we've already come eight or nine times and it's a little difficult getting it up again. After all, it's gotta be some kind of reason like that, otherwise one glimpse of my boobs and re cunt and the guy's prick would be sticking up straight and hard and tall, just like a flag on the fourth of July!
"Well, even if he does start soft, he doesn't stay like that for long. I have my own little mouthful of tricks that I can play, and before you know it a cock is spurting off to beat the band, spewing that creamy thick stuff all over my tonsils and along the sides of my mouth, even seeping between my teeth like moist caramel candy! And what candy it is, too.
"Some girls say they don't like cock cream. Shit! They don't know what good stuff they're missing. Of course I admit that maybe I'm sort of special. I mean, I smelled that good stuff the first minute I ever got close to a guy's crotch. He hadn't even spurted yet and still I could smell that wonderful saltiness deep inside him. I knew right then and there that I was a born cocksucker, and no amount of it was ever going to make me stop wanting more!
"But I've gotten off the point. I was telling you about the things I do to honor a cock wit" the treatment it deserves. I like to take it between my hands and start to roll it back and forth, sort of like I used to do when I was a kid and we used to play at making worms and snakes out of clay and mud. I just sort of roll it back and forth and knead it gently like bread dough until it's as hard as it is going to get that way.
"Then I run the tips of my fingers all up and down the shaft of it, letting my fingernails graze gently across the head and then down around and under the bag of jewels below. By then the prick is getting even harder, so I don't bother taking it so easy. I let my hand swallow up the luscious red head of the cock and grip it tightly. Then, holding the prick away from the guy's body, I start to kiss and nip all along the swollen column, working my way up and down the length of it and on both sides.
"Then I change tactics and release the swollen head, now gripping the base of the root. I start to blow ever so gently along the exposed head, trying to force as much of my body breath as I can into the little hole right at the tip. Talk about something that makes a guy squirm-shit!
"I keep blowing and blowing across the big apple until I get tired of that, and then I just open wide and gulp that plum right down. Oh, I don't mean that I go all the way down to the base of the root. That's something that comes later. For now I just swallow up the swollen head of it, gripping it tightly between my lips like a vise.
"Then, as soon as Fm sure that I've got a good grip on the head and the guy starts to whimper from the pressure, I just pull my head straight back, all the while gripping the cock, just as if I was trying to pull that prick right out by the base! I jerk my head right back until the cock plops right out of my mouth with a big thunnnk!
"But once isn't enough for me. By then I've already got a good taste of the guy's meat, and I get like one of those man-eating fishes at the first scent of blood. I've just got to go in for the kill! So .back down on the cock I go again, pressing hard around the thick head and jerking back until the cock lets go again with a big thunnnk!
"After about five or six times I sort of tired of that. It isn't that I mind it, exactly. It's just that my cunt is leaking up such a damn storm and I'm getting tense and quivery all over. I know that I've just got to get more of that good cock or I'll go out of my ever-lovin' mind!
"I just can't stand it any more. I just spread my jaws just as wide as the good Lord will let me and plunge right down on that love muscle, letting it sink right down my throat as far as it will go. I love to nuzzle my face right up against the guy's skin, breathing in all of his musky male scent, and opening my mouth even wider and letting my teeth grip some of his cock hair.
"Cock hair pie, what a tasty dish! Although I must confess that I like a nice mouthful of hot cream even better. But then, every one to his own taste, I suppose. Of course, to have both is something like having your cock and eating it, too.
"Well, like I was saying, I swallow up that hard, throbbing cock right to the base, letting my lips and teeth get a taste of the hair around the root. As a matter of fact, now that I think of it I sort of remember that I could go down even on the longest, thickest cock right to the base with no difficulty at all. Lots of girls complain about gagging and shit like that. Not me.
"For me to gag on a cock would be like a kid gagging on a mouthful of ice cream. It just isn't heard of, daddy. As a matter of fact sometimes I just sink down on the cock and don't ride it at all. You know what I mean. Riding a cock means to pull back and shove down with your mouth all along the length of it until you get a mouthful of cream.
"But sometimes I even let my throat muscles do the walking for me instead of riding the cock,-What I do then is let the cock sink down as far as possible in my throat, spreading my jaws a mile apart to accommodate the widening base, until finally my throat muscles take over and start milking the cock for all it's worth. Sometimes I just lay like that with my throat squeezing the cock until finally it comes, spurting its salty creaminess right down my gullet.
"Of course the only thing wrong with that is that I can't get the taste of the cream. I prefer to keep the head of the prick right in my mouth so that when it shoots I can taste it all, and roll it back and forth with my tongue, savoring each and every drop of it until it finally loses all of its thick consistency and starts to get all watery, merging- -with my saliva. Then and only then do I swallow it.
"So what I usually do is ride the cock for all it's worth, letting my mouth travel up and down the swollen length of it. And every time I pull back I can see how the cock glistens from the moistness of my mouth, and that excites me even more. But I have to tell you, what really turns me on-what really makes that little knob right at the head of my slit start aching-is when I can see that cock start to throb right while it's in my mouth!
"Man, oh man, is that ever something else I To think that my little old pickaninny of a mouth can get a hunk of beautiful meat to do something like that. Why shit! Seein' something like that gives me almost as much pleasure as having my mouth stuffed full of cock just like a grape leaf. Naturally nothing can quite hold a candle to that!
"There it is, half stuffed inside my hot mouth, and then it starts to thicken even more and gives a throb. And the tighter I press my lips around it, the more I can feel it. Like, I can actually feel the guy's heart beat right through that swollen cock. And I can feel that thick cord that runs along the underside of the cock start to thicken, and then I know that a good, healthy come isn't too far off.
"Up and down and back and forth I start to move, faster and faster along the swollen length of that sex column, every now and then stopping to nibble playfully at the head and nick with my teeth the skin along the rim of the head.
"Back and forth, back and forth, all the while whipping the throbbing length of it with my tongue, lashing it back and forth and stirring it up to even greater passions. By now that cock is so hot I can barely hold it in my mouth. Even my own juices, which by now are running like mad, wouldn't be enough to put out the raging fire that this cock has started.
"Then I press my tongue against that prick, using all the pressure I have to try to flatten it I used to practice on spears of watermelon, pressing and sucking on them with my tongue until they were actually squashed to a pulp. And then I would swallow them. Only I couldn't very well swallow a cock. Not that I wouldn't like to, of course. Lots of times I wished that I could just bite down and swallow one whole. Or maybe cut it off while it was hard and then stuff it up my cunt, keeping it there in a safe place until I wanted to suck on it again.
"But we can't have everything we want, can we, so I have to content myself with a good, hard, throbbing cock in my mouth whenever and wherever I can find one. And when I do have one, like Sam's or anybody else's for that matter, I just keep pumping away on it, sucking and biting and sucking some more, until finally I can feel the guy start to get stiff and tense.
"Usually his legs straighten out and his muscles in his thighs start to bulge, and he presses back against the bed or whatever it is, and he arches his neck back as far as possible. And then, as he starts to moan faster and deeper, I start to suck faster and faster until finally the corded underside of his cock gives a mighty heave and suddenly my mouth is filled with luscious creamy come.
"Spurt after spurt h� comes, filling my mouth with jets of cream with the force of machine gun bullets. One after another the throbbing spurts assault my mouth, filling me time and time again until I have to swallow over and over again to keep from losing any of the precious creamy load.
"And all too soon it's over, and the cock has shot all of its bullets. Then that throbbing hunk of beef starts to get soft and grow smaller. I keep my mouth wrapped tightly around it and lash it again and again with my tongue, but to no avail. It just gets soft and small.
"So what I do is give it a few minutes rest, and then I start in again, lightly fingering the bag of balls and that soft place just underneath them. I draw my fingernails back and forth across each one of those lovelies and before long that magic starts to happen again.
"Gradually I can see each of those balls start to draw up into the bag, up toward the base of the cock which by now is beginning to grow again and get hard. I keep this up for a few more minutes and then that luscious cock is all ready for me to suck it up again, drawing that swollen, throbbing mass into my moist cavern.
"Well, like I said in the beginning-I love to suck cock. When it comes right down to it, well ... it's just about the only way I can come. And come I do! Right while I'm sucking away on cock meat I can feel the pouting lips of my pussy start to thicken and spread, and that tiny little madness that throbs in my little knob turns my twat into an aching, juicing mass of gushy-flesh.
"Sometimes, while I'm sucking away on a cock, I get so worked up that I just reach down and dip a couple of my fingers in my pussy, working them in and around my sopping wet hole. It's not that I have to do that to come, you understand. Shit, I come from nothing more than a cock in my mouth. It's just that sometimes I feel that I want something in my cunt, you know. It's just a feeling. Anyway, I usually get something in my cunt-and often, too. After all, my husband Sam likes to fuck me every chance he gets. The only thing is, I usually keep him so drained from sucking his cock that he doesn't get to hose me as much as he would like to. At least not in my cunt."
It- Janet L., the subject of this case history, is not a nymphomaniac. Far from it, she is able to achieve for herself a complete and thoroughly satisfying sexual release. At the time of this writing she is twenty-one, a junior in a large eastern university and lives in an off-campus apartment with her husband Sam, also twenty-one. Each has a year to go before graduating.
Janet is not too different from many girls in similar circumstances. Both she and Sam are products of conventional middle-class families whose attitudes toward sex, when expressed at all, center around the philosophy that sex is "something that people do," -such an attitude holds, for the most part, that sex is a bodily function not too unlike eating, sleeping and even eliminating.
What this philosophy fails to take into consideration, however, is that even basic bodily functions such as eating, sleeping and eliminating must be performed, and performed properly, or the individual will suffer, psychologically as well as physiologically.
As a consequence, Janet's experience-and even knowledge-of the variations of sex was severely limited prior to her marriage and her entrance into the university. Janet was familiar with sex as expressed by the so-called "missionary" position, and her conception of pre-coital foreplay consisted of nothing more than mouth-to-mouth kissing and hand-to-body contact.
Sam had had some sexual experience before marriage and was aware of many of the variations, including those depending upon extensive oral manipulations.
Shortly after the marriage Janet complained of feeling "unfulfilled," and it didn't take long to come to the realization that a large measure of this unfulfillment came from the marriage bed. By this time Janet and Sam were both en-roiled and classes were underway. Janet was sorely troubled, feared that her schoolwork was suffering, and began to wonder if she and Sam had indeed married too young.
These fears she confided to the psychiatric counselor in residence at the school's health center, and with his help and her willingness to be frank with her husband, it was soon .discovered that Janet's particular sexual psyche needed oralism.
Oral sex-the "forbidden fruit"-mouth sex in the vernacular. Janet spoke of oralism to her friends, both those in classes and those who lived near them in the complex of apartments designated as the married students housing. Janet confessed that she was at first shocked that just about everybody "indulged" and considered it just a normal, necessary, common place part of married sex life.
Then one night, when she felt sufficiently courageous, she mentioned the matter to her husband Sam and he was delighted with the prospect. Together that night the young couple discovered fellatio and cunnilingus, as well as oralism coupled with precoital loveplay. And from that point on, Janet has experimented with oral sex, together with her husband as well as other partners. In this regard, both Sam and Janet consider themselves totally uninhibited with others, and like so many contemporary college students do not measure fidelity in terms of sexual relations with the marriage partner only.
Janet feels that now, and only now, has she come to realize what is meant by total sexual fulfillment. She has read about it, heard other people talk about it, and now has come to experience it in her own life.
In this writer's experience, working with students in colleges on both coasts, it is noted that by and large the greater majority of both males as well as females find in the college experience something of a "coming out." Most come from sheltered homes, and it is actually quite surprising when one recognizes that many of the students bad never had occasion to spend any protracted amount of time away from their parents before.
In college they find themselves in a new world, surrounded by many other young people who are surprisingly like themselves. They want the same things, need the same things, and probably have missed the same things. In college the weak soon band together and become the strong and even a freshman comes to benefit from the sophomores, the juniors and the seniors.
Janet's story is like many others except for one aspect-Janet found in oralism the way to go for her. Oral sex did not become an adjunct to her married sex life-it practically became her sex life. Her case has been in this writer's files for some time, and it was not until this particular study came into being that it was decided to allow it to be published.
Janet's case continues in her own words.
"I'll never forget the first time I asked Sam if he'd let me suck him off. Of course I didn't use quite those same words at the time, although that's just how I'd say it now. I must have begun like some silly, nervous schoolgirl, telling him about how I thought that sex was really great, and married people should be able to enjoy themselves in any way they want to.
"Anyway, Sam just lay back on the bed, a pillow propped behind his head, and he just watched me carefully out of those deep blue eyes of his that I had come to love. A shock of his golden blond hair tumbled down over his forehead, and I stared at him wondering just what it was about me that kept me from giving myself up to him the way I knew I should.
"There was something about me when we fucked -something that just wasn't in me while that thick, hard cock of his slid back and forth inside my cunt And it was only sometimes-occasionally-that I really felt anything when his prick spurted off inside me, filling me full of his juice.
"Sam seemed to love it fine. Lots of times when I wasn't even in the mood for fucking, Sam would roll over to me and start fingering my crotch. He'd work his hand up under my panties or whatever I happened to have on at the time and probe and push along until finally he had some of my cunt hair gripped between his fingers.
"Then he'd twist and tug on my hair-gently, of course-watching my face the whole time. Then he'd start to press one of his fingers into my slit, running it all up and down the crack until I started to juice .up a bit. He'd take my love knob between two of his fingers and roll it and twist it until I thought I'd go out of my mind from the sheer ecstasy of it.
"And it wouldn't take long before I was sopping wet, my cunt letting loose with a torrent of juices. And by then I'd have to take my panties off. Not only were they uncomfortable all wet like that, but my cunt was aching for release, and the only way I knew to get it was to spread my legs and let Sam sink his thick, hard love muscle deep inside me, working it back and forth until it spewed out all of it's thick, white cream.
"Sam would then reach up and grasp each of my breasts in his hands, letting his thumb and forefinger flick back and forth across the bullet-like nipples. Then he'd take each one in his mouth, alternately sucking on first one and then the other. And as he'd suck he'd grip each nipple between his tightly pressed lips and tug backwards, making my boobs jut out from my body even more than they did naturally.
"And all the while he was doing this, his hand would be busy between my legs, pressing down onto my mound and working his finger in and out and around, getting me hotter and hotter and wetter and wetter. Finally I'd have to tell him to shove it in. I just couldn't stand it any longer and I just had to have his throbbing cock stuffed into my wet aching pussy.
"And then he'd do it. He'd get between my legs and spread me even wider with his hips, pushing and nestling until he was right in he saddle, ready to ride my cunt for all it was worth. I could feel his hard cock-it was pressed right in my slit, couched there lengthwise like a banana in its peel.
"Sam would keep it there like that for a few minutes, moaning like the devil had gotten into his ass. And he'd have that shit-eating grin of his from ear to ear and I knew that he was just about ready. Then, with one quick motion, he'd rear back a little until his cock was now poised right at the entrance of my gushing cunt, then he'd press down, shoving that rod of his right up my snatch.
"For one brief instance it felt wonderful. There it was-a big hunk of beef stuffed into my twat. All of that meaty thickness filling my snatch so full that it felt like it was going to come out my mouth.
"Then Sam would start to ride in the saddle, shoving his horsecock in and out and back and forth, slamming into me with his hips and pressing his hairs into mine. Back and forth he rode, sometimes twisting his hips around so that his cock was swirling inside my cunt.
"The only problem was that after a while, I realized that it was doing nothing for me. All of that meat stuffed in my gushy just ended up leaving me high and dry. I had the feeling that something should be happening, only nothing ever did.
"Even when Sam shot off, spurting his boiling cream inside me, spraying my insides with the stuff, I never really felt anything. Although I must admit that sometimes I pretended that I came, if only so that Sam wouldn't feel so bad.
"It was shortly after that, after I started feeling frustrated as hell, that we looked into other forms of sex. We tried anal sex but it just didn't work. Sam was just too big. I'd be lying on my stomach, with my ass shoved up into the air and Sam would start to bear down, pressing the wide, bulblike head of his swollen cock up against my puckered ring. But it was no use. The pain would be just too much even before he could shove it in.
"That's when I discovered sucking. I talked with the counselor at school and together with Sam, who was very helpful in the matter, I finally managed to do something that I had been wanting to do for a long time-suck cock!
"I would suck and suck on Sam, draining ever last drop of his fluid out of him. And even then I couldn't give him any rest. Sometimes I sucked on Sam so much that I just couldn't get him hard anymore. That's when he suggested the fraternity parties.
"I was such a newcomer to this sucking business that I hadn't realized how organized the whole thing was. As it turned out, lots of the fraternities on campus whose parties invariably turned into orgies specialized in oral sex. Guys going down on girls as well as girls sucking cock. And as it happened, there was a party the very next night.
"When we arrived at the party, everything was already going full blast. The first thing I noticed was a beautiful, well-stacked girl, nude from the waist up. Her tits were immense-even bigger than mine. And the guy who was busy playing with them was something else. I could see his cock bulging so far out of his pants that I was hoping they would split right open. I decided that that cock was one that I just had to sink my teeth into, if you know what I mean.
"There were couples all over the room, some dancing, some talking, and some in the middle of making love. I spotted another groovy looking cock, but I couldn't see who it belonged to.
"A guy came up and asked me to dance, so we went off. It was a slow one, and he held me very close, with my tits up tight against his chest. I moved my hips around, and I felt his prick getting bigger with each motion.
"We danced for a while, holding each other close, long after the music had stopped. He was rubbing hard against me, and from the feel of it, I knew that he had a big cock. I could feel it moving by itself, getting ready for some real action. At the same time, my pussy was getting wetter and hotter, longing for a mouth to cover it.
"He knew damn well that all this dancing was getting pretty silly, so he finally asked me if I wanted to fuck. Shit, not especially! I told him there were things I liked better, but he wasn't having any. At least not then.
"I figured maybe after he shot his wad into my cunt, he might be a little more agreeable about my favorite sport. So I told him okay, I'd fuck.
"We looked for an empty spot on the mattress in the middle of the floor-and finding one wasn't too easy. After we did we lay down, facing each other, and he started kissing me. He worked his tongue around my mouth and I couldn't help but think it would feel much better, inside my cunt.
"He rubbed my tits, and then took off my dress and bra, leaving me in just a garter belt and stockings. I didn't bother with panties that night.
"He kissed me some more, getting my cunt all stirred with desire, while he massaged my tits with his hands. That felt good, and my nipples got all hard and swollen with heat.
"By then his hands were all over my body, rubbing and caressing my soft flesh. I reached down and took hold of his cock in my hand and started to play with it.
"It was so thick and long and pretty-I wanted so much to put it into my mouth and suck on it till he spurted his juice deep inside me. I asked him if I could suck it but he said no, because he wanted to fuck real bad.
"I could understand that, I guess. He had his favorite kind of sex, and so did I. For a groovy cock like his I was willing to wait for a while.
"His hands had gotten down to my pussy and were busily exploring my slit. I lay there, enjoying every minute of it, legs spread wide and clit throbbing. I was thinking how nice it would be if he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked bard on it.
"His fingers probed around my cunt until he found my slit. One of his fingers slipped in, and then another and another. I was all right, but shit, all those fingers made the whole thing the size of a cock. It was just like getting fucked, only not as warm. Still, the finger that had stayed on my clit was giving me a good time.
"I was still busy with his cock, reaching around to cup his balls every once in a while. They were so nice and firm and soft, all at the same time, that I just couldn't think about anything but licking them and sucking them. Just thinking about it almost made me start to come.
"I felt my whole body come alive, just from handling his prick and balls. It was almost as though an electric shock passed through me. His prick was so nice and thick. When I wrapped my fingers around it but they couldn't meet at all.
"He was making soft noises and getting harder and stiffer, even though I found it hard to believe that he could. I knew that in a moment he would climb on top of me and ram that beautiful prick deep inside my cunt where I couldn't look at it or handle it any more.
"I was tempted to just break away and take the lovely organ in my mouth, but I was afraid that might crap things up, so I didn't. Hell, I could wait, and from the feel of his prick, it was well worth waiting for.
"And so he climbed on and shoved it into my well-lubricated slit. It felt warm and the size was nice, so it wasn't half bad.
"He took it out and rammed it in again, this time hard and up to the hilt. It filled my pussy completely, so that I could almost understand why he would rather shove it in there instead of my mouth. But all the same, I couldn't help thinking that my mouth had a licking tongue and gently biting teeth, which was something my clit could never compete with.
"If I grooved a lot on fucking, I couldn't have found anyone better. He worked his prick in and out of my slit hard and fast, ramming it home with great force. I moved my hips up to meet his every thrust, not wanting him to think that I was frigid or anything like that.
"He sure as hell was enjoying himself. I heard him grunt and groan with pleasure, and I was glad I was such a good lay.
"I think he must have fucked my cunt for at least fifteen minutes before he acted ready to slow down. And even then he just stopped for a minute Or two, to catch his breath, so to speak.
"After he had rested for a while, he was back in the saddle and going stronger and faster than ever. To be honest, I was starting to get a little bored with the whole thing and wishing that he would hurry up.
"To pass the time I imagined how it would feel to have all of that big prick in my mouth to suck and lick. And I tried to pretend that the prick in my cunt was a tongue, but that didn't work out too well. I had never had a tongue anywhere near that big.
"My legs were starting to get sore, and so was my pussy from his ramming me. Shit, he had fucked for at least half an hour-how much longer was all this going to take?
"Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of fucking, his prick started to throb up and down, jerk, and spurt a wad of cream up my cunt. He had lots and it did feel good up there-all that hot, wet juice. But it would have felt even better going down my throat, making my mouth and neck all warm and wet. And it tastes so good, too. You sure do miss out on a lot when you fuck, but that's the way it goes.
"While his prick was filling my cunt with a deluge of cream, I kept trying to act like I was coming just as much as he was. If I had thought of it, I would have had lots of comes while he was doing it to me. I just wanted him to think that I thought he was great, so that he would want to stick with me and I could suck him off.
"We relaxed, holding each other tight. After a long fuck like that, we were both pretty tired out. I hoped that he wouldn't be too tired to get it up again, because I wanted to suck his prick and drink his juice real bad. For me, the fucking had been just a kind of unsatisfying appetizer. I was still ravenous for dinner.
"After he had enough time to recover, I started to fondle his limp cock with my hand. He smiled at me, and told me he'd be ready for action right soon if I kept that up. I told him that this time we would try my kind of action, and see how he liked that He said he was ready, willing, and able to try anything, after he had a good fuck.
"His prick was rising up in my hand, starting to get thick and long again. The head of it was glistening with a combination of pussy juice and come, and I couldn't wait to lick it off. But I didn't want to start until it was long and hard, just the way I liked it.
"I forced myself to let his prick alone for a few minutes, while he kissed me and sucked on my tits. God, was he ever good at that! He took my red, aching nipple between his teeth, and held it loosely while his agile tongue whipped it quickly so that I could hardly feel it-only the motion-causing wind. It was wild. If he did that to my cunt, I knew I would be in heaven.
"I took his prick in my hand again, and found that it had grown once more to its full size. No longer able to resist the temptation that had been building up inside of me, I bent down and took it into my mouth.
"At first I took only the head, which I quickly licked clean. The combination of juices was delightful, and I eagerly drank it all down.
"I ran my tongue over the head, exploring the crevice from which I knew the juice would soon be flowing. When I slipped my tongue into the small slit, he moaned with pleasure, acting as though he enjoyed it just as much as he had the fucking.
"I ran my tongue down the length of his beautiful prick, licking up any juice that I found. It was out of my mouth temporarily so that I could use my tongue on the hole of it, savoring every inch.
"He was lying down, totally relaxed with a satisfied, totally sensual look on his face. I took my mouth from his cock and kissed him hard on the lips, exploring the innermost crevices of his mouth. It was nice, but not half as nice as that big prick he had between his legs.
"So I went down again and took more of his cock in my mouth. God, was he ever hung! I wished that I had a mouth a foot long so that I could take all of it, every single inch, deep inside me.
"But the four inches I got in were nice and warm, just the way a hot cock should be. I licked it some more, getting it nice and wet, and then tried to dry it off with my tongue. It made a nice game, and I'm sure he enjoyed it.
"Either the pressure was too much, or else he couldn't stay hard as long a second time, because I got the feeling he was getting ready to come.
"I took as much of that thick cock in my mouth as I could and started sucking on it. First gently, but then harder, as I felt more and more desperate to get some hot cream down my throat.
"I sucked and sucked, enjoying every second of it, until he came. He let loose an enormous amount of cream so that it quickly filled my mouth and ran down my throat. I took it all, in great big gulps, hungry for more.
"So even after he had come and let loose most of his cream I still kept right on sucking, cherishing every drop of his delicious fluid. His prick came just great-just the kind of jerking and throbbing that I like most. And his jism was the best I'd tasted in a long time.
"And damn, did I ever come from it! You bet your sweet cock I did. Just as soon as I felt his prick start to quiver and jerk, my cunt just about went wild. I could feel the lips of my slit start to open up, and quiver and shake, running a long, hot current over my whole body. I just lay back and let the whole thing pass over me like hot, shiny waves. I kept coming and coming, while he lay there and watched me. It was beautiful.
"After we both kind of recovered, he said he would like to go down on me. Well shit, next to a cock in my mouth, there's nothing I like better than a tongue in my pussy. So I told him to go ahead.
"My cunt was all juiced up from the fucking and the come I had just finished. His mouth covered my whole pussy and he kissed me there, somehow touching my clit and cave and everything at the same time. That was really groovy, I'll tell you.
"I felt myself starting to get all turned on again and my clit started pumping away. It got so big that his tongue didn't have any trouble at all finding it.
"He wrapped his soft lips around it, and started to lick it hard and fast with his tongue. Then he sucked it gently, and at the first suck stars just exploded in my brain. That felt so damn good that I went wild again and tossed and turned on the mattress.
"We lay back and relaxed, but I knew it wouldn't be for long. My mouth was getting hungry for a nice cock to suck. I looked around for a likely candidate, but just about everyone was kind of busy.
"The couple next to us were doing it dog style and looked like they were enjoying it. I could see his cock coming out of her cunt with every thrust and did that make me horny. It was dripping with her juice, and it shone with a funny glow.
"On the other side a girl was on top of a guy, riding up and down on his hard stick. I just saw the part of his prick closest to his body. All the same, even half an inch would be enough to turn me on. I just can't help it-whenever I see a cock, I just want to take it in my mouth and suck the cream out of it.
"Across the room, a girl was blowing a guy, but she didn't look like she was enjoying it at all, and he looked kind of bored. Shit, I didn't want anything like that going, so I just got up and walked over there.
"Look, you silly broad, you don't know how to suck a cock. Move over and let an expert show you!
"I guess that was kind of brazen of me, but hell, I just couldn't help it. Besides, he had a damn good-looking dong on him. Not too big, but just the right size for my mouth to swallow up.
"I guess the girl really didn't like sucking cocks, 'cause she stopped and moved over without saying a word. If that had been me, you can bet I'd raise some kind of hell.
"The guy said that he would much rather fuck, but I told him once he'd been sucked off by me he would never rather fuck again. He looked like he didn't believe me but spread his legs and looked at his prick, which was standing straight up in the air.
"I didn't know just what he had been doing before, because his rod tasted kind of different I could taste pussy come, and jism, but there was something else. Maybe he had buggered someone or something. Anyway, it sure tasted good.
"I licked it good, savoring the strange taste down to the last drop. When it was gone, I felt almost disappointed, but who can really feel that way with a nice cock to suck?
"So I kept on licking, and you'd better believe that guy got that bored look off his face pretty damn fast! While I was noticing his face also I saw Sam across the room, fucking some chick for all he was worth. He looked pretty happy, and that made me feel kind of good.
"Anyway, I kept on licking, this guy's cock for a long time, getting him hot as a pistol. When he looked like he was on cloud nine, I took all of his prick into my mouth, and sucked on it for all I was worth.
"He looked surprised-I guess no one had ever done that to him before. But after he got over that, did he ever look happy. He had this big silly grin on his face, like he was just crazy about all that was happening.
"When he came he shot the biggest wad I'd ever swallowed. There was so much cream that my mouth overflowed with it, and some ran down my chin. What a waste! It was good tasting cream, too.
"I kept on sucking until he was dry as a bone. But the sucking made his prick hard and ready for action again so I kept right on sucking. His second load wasn't quite as big, and I didn't lose any that time.
"Besides that, I had a great come myself. The first time I was too interested in making him eat his words to relax a lot. But after that I just let my cunt go crazy, and somehow rolled halfway across the mattress.
"I stopped rolling and looked up and saw another prick. I didn't know just what he was doing, sitting there with his prick sticking straight up in the air. I didn't care, either.
"I lifted my head up a little and took it in my mouth. He gave a shout like he didn't know what was coming off. But then he looked down, and saw my gaping mouth, trying to get his slippery prick back in.
"He caught on pretty quick, and angled it down so that I could reach it better. He lowered most of it deep into my mouth, and it was so large that I just about choked. But it sure felt good.
"This one was kind of different because he didn't wait for me to lick or suck or anything like that. He started moving up and down, ramming his prick in and out of my mouth. That bastard was actually fucking me in the mouth!
"It was a lot better than getting fucked in the cunt, but all the same, fucking anywhere at all just isn't my bag. Still, I couldn't help but get turned on since there was a big cock in my mouth, no matter how little control I had over the whole thing.
"When he came he was half pulled out, and I was afraid that I would miss some of his juice. So I lifted my head up and sucked his prick into my mouth, while he creamed all over the place. It tasted too good to give up, so I kept right on sucking a long time after his prick had stopped its jerking.
"As soon as I had it in my mouth and knew that he wasn't in any position to pull it out, I started coming again. Not quite as good as the last time-in fact it only lasted about a minute or so. But what the hell, a come is a come after all!
"Then a guy walked over to me and asked if he could go down on me. It seemed like his wife wouldn't let him or some shit like that. I didn't pay too much attention because at the thought of a tongue down there my clit had already started to throb.
"I spread my legs wide open, showing him the pearly lips of my pussy and making it pretty clear that everything was just fine with me. He got down between my legs and started licking my pussy, exploring all of it with his tongue. I don't know where he got the experience, but he sure knew how to go down on a girl so that she would always remember it.
"He tongue whipped my clit, and I could feel it getting bigger and bigger until it stood straight out like a small prick. He noticed it right quickly and wrapped his lips around it. Holding it with his tongue and lips and teeth he began to suck.
"First he was kind of slow, like he wanted to make sure I wouldn't get mad or something. But after that-WOW! That's all I can say, because that's about all I can remember.
"I've had lots of comes in my life, but nothing ever equaled that. I started coming and kept right on for what seemed like hours. Every time he touched any part of my pussy with his mouth it was like there was a current going through me. I jerked and jumped and still his mouth managed to stay right with me, no matter what I did. That was about the greatest thing that had ever happened to me in my whole life.
"It was getting kind of late, and most of the pricks were limp from exhaustion. Everyone decided to have a drink and after we were all recuperated, more or less, we would form a daisy chain to end the evening.
"I was delighted with the idea, but felt kind of sorry for Sam. I knew that he would much rather fuck some more. But shit, he had a lot of that anyway.
"A few minutes later we formed the chain. I got in between two guys who looked kind of groovy and who had long pricks and long tongues.
"I had never done a daisy before and it was wild! I sucked off the guy in front of me kind of quickly because I couldn't concentrate too well.
"The guy in back must have been champion cunt eater, next to the shy one. He made me come twenty times or so, at the same time that I was sucking off the guy in front and drinking down his cream. It was kind of a double come, I guess. And It was terrific!
"Sam and I go to parties like that just as often as we can. It made both of us feel a lot better, since now we both get what we want-in fact, so much so that I don't mind fucking with Sam at all and he doesn't mind being blown. So it all worked out for the best."
JACK BENJAMIN
A veteran newspaper reporter, Jack Benjamin has been writing about the field of sexology since 1953. He is the author of several dozen books and articles including two books, Sex Is Everywhere and The Anglo-Saxon and Sex, which were used as secondary texts in psychology classes of three universities. He has written many sex/psychology articles for national journals, and his research for these articles has led to the opening of many case histories from marriage counselors and psychologists, which eventually formed the basis of many of his books. Among Mr. Benjamin's published credits are: The Paths of Incest, Transvestite '69, Virgin Sex '70, Savvy and Gang Up!
CHAPTER THREE: "Barbara" as reported by Jack Benjamin
Wife swapping, when mixed with the oral-genital urge of one or both of the marital partners, opens up a whole new realm for sexual indulgence. Though they may be denied, exhibitionism, voyeurism, and homosexualism also come into play as well as oragenitalism. The exact origin of wife swapping is unknown, but is recognized as a sexual phenomena of this century. In America, wife swapping clubs have been exposed from coast to coast. Novels and motion pictures have dramatized this form of marital behavior via "suburban" settings, and underground publications or mimeographed bulletins carry the addresses of couples who are "swingers" and wish to share other beds.
In the Sexual Behavior of the Human Female, Kinsey et al., discuss the social significance of some of their cases regarding extra-marital activities. "There is a not inconsiderable group of cases in the sample in which the husbands had encouraged their wives to engage in extra-marital activities. This represented a notable break with the centuries-old cultural tradition. In some instances it represented a deliberate effort to extend the wife's opportunity to find satisfaction in sexual relations. In not a few instances the husband's attitude had originated in his desires to find an excuse for his own extra-marital activity. What is sometimes known as wife swapping usually involves this situation. In another group of cases the husband had encouraged extra-marital relations in order to secure the opportunity for the sort of group activity in which he desired to participate. Sometimes his interest in group participation involved a homosexual element which was satisfied by seeing another male in sexual action, or which he, on occasion, had satisfied by extending his contacts to the male who was having coitus with his wife. Much the same elements were involved when the husband sought the opportunity, through peeping, to surreptitiously observe his wife's extra-marital coitus."
However, the report emphasizes again "that most of the husbands who accepted or encourage their wives' extra-marital activity had done so in an honest attempt to give them the opportunity for addition sexual satisfaction."
On the oragentilism aspect of wife swapping, Dr. John F. Trimble has this to say: "Cunnilingus and fellatio play a significant role in today's wife swapping and other 'broadminded' and sophisticated adult erotic activity. Not only are 'swappers and swingers' more apt to indulge nearly all the variations in sexual behavior, including oragenital acts, there is a very special (even a game-like) interest, it seems, in mouth-genital activity."
" ... In the 'open swap' or group activity that seems to be quite popular with these modern sexual sophisticates, cunnilingus and fellatio play an even more noticeable role. Many wife-swappers tell me also that they have been introduced to oragenital homosexual acts for the first time in their lives through the medium of group activity at these 'swingers' parties."
In the following case history, sexologist Jack Benjamin describes the oral sex initiation of a forty-two-year-old-woman at a group wife swapping session.
"Jerry was cheering me on from his place on the couch, where he was feeling Ann's breast, and she was playing with his penis. It was already hard, and I wondered if she was going to suck it for him. In a way, I hoped she would, because I knew how badly he needed it done and how long he'd been after me to do it.
"Kelly was standing in front of me. I was down on my knees, his cock but inches from my face. I could see it throb as I heard him saying, 'Come on, Babs, I bet you'll really open up a new can of peas, once you've learned the fine points of sucking a man off!'
"The rest of them giggled at that remark, and I looked over at Jerry. The look in his eyes was almost a plea, as if he were begging me: 'Please, Barb-please-for the sake of our love-our sex life-our marriage!'
"I wondered if I could pretend that it was Jerry's cock, when I took Kelly's into my mouth, or if it would be easier if I sort of "broke in' with a strange man. Kelly was an attractive bastard- not exactly my type, but he had a good body. He was tall, gray, but had the flat-bellied body and the muscular build of a twenty-year-old. And his prick was something else! It was big and long, but it was fatter than Jerry's, and, he wasn't circumcised. I had never had a man that wasn't circumcised, and I wondered about all that wet, red flesh that was behind the foreskin.
"Anyhow, the rest of them-there were ten, counting me and Jerry, sat there, almost on the edge of their seats, waiting to see if I had the guts to do it.
"Not that I'm a prude. If I was, I wouldn't have been at a mate-swapping gathering in the first place, but, after all, it was at Jerry's insistence, and it was to be my first time to take a man's cock in my mouth. And I was nervous.
"I'd always had a hangup about it. I could never tell Jerry about it, but now I can talk, because the hangup is gone. It happened when I was only about seven. It had to do with my stepfather.
"My dad died when I was two, and my stepfather was always fooling with me-fingering me, putting my hand on his cock, making me rub it and play with it. All the while, he would be shoving a finger up my pussy, playing with my little knob, getting me all excited. Hell, at that age, it was really thrilling. What did I know about right or wrong? All I knew was that it felt good when he did it, and I was always glad to climb on his lap and let him finger me.
"Of course, he never did it when my Mom was around, but she worked nights in a restaurant as a waitress, and was only home two nights a week, so we had a lot of time to 'get to know each other,' if you know what I mean. He used to give me my bath every night, and he began to kiss my pussy a lot, too. While he was kissing and licking my little twat, he would play with his cock-sometimes until he would shoot a whole gob of stuff into his hand or his handkerchief.
"But this one night, he didn't jerk off until he came in his hand. Instead, he stopped, when his cock was real hard and erect, and he began to talk to me in a real honeyed tone.
"Come on, Barb," he said, "I want to try a new game. You'll like it. You know how good it feels when I put my tongue inside your little cunt? Well, it would feel the same good way for me, if you would take my cock in your mouth and suck on it-like you do a popsickle."
"I loved popsickles, and he hit on the right phrase to let me know what he wanted me to do. So, when he took his cock in his hand, and laid me down on the couch, and straddled my face, I really thought it would be fun. I liked it when he sucked and licked my pussy, and I thought it would be a lot of fun to give him that same warm, tingling feeling that I got when he did it to me.
"But it was a nightmare! My mouth was so little, and his prick was so big, and worst of all, he was so rambunctious that he didn't even know or care that he was strangling me with his cock!
"It started off like a game. He told me to open my mouth, and when I did, he just laid the head of his prick into my opened lips, so that it rested on my teeth. But then he felt my tongue begin to tickle the head of it, and he just went wild. He leaned forward and just rammed it into my mouth, so that the head of it was touching my tonsils, and I gagged right away. He didn't know it, or if he did; he just didn't care, but he went right ahead, ramming his cock in and out of my mouth until I panicked. I became hysterical when I couldn't throw up or breathe-his stomach was covering my nose -and I felt like I was dying. I really did! I remember so clearly, how I was sure I was dying, and I think I might have, if I-hadn't instinctively bit his prick! I really clamped my teeth down on it and ground it between them. I was desperate, and it worked.
"He put his fingers in the back part of my jaws, where they join, and he dug them in so hard that I had to open them up and let him take his cock out. But then, he got so angry that he just sat on my chest-his weight was making it hard for me to even breathe-and he slapped my face and made my lip and my nose bleed!
"I was in a daze, but he didn't seem to care. He was scared, though, at what he had done, and he slapped me some more when I crawled into my bedroom, and told me that if I ever said a word about it to Mom, he would kill me. I was always an impressionable kid, and I felt he meant it, so I just shut up. I don't know what my Mom would have done anyway, or if she would have even believed me.
"But, here I was, on my knees in front of Kelly, and suddenly, his gray hair and supple body reminded me of my own stepfather. He was built like Kelly-tall, gray-haired, lean-and I wondered if I could really go through with it. I wanted to-so badly-for Jerry. He had been patient for so many years-almost twenty-and the old flame was still alive between us.
"We had tried almost every possible position in sex, and for me, it was enough, but lately, it had become a big thing with Jerry that I suck his cock -and I just couldn't. Every time I would try to steel myself-tell myself that Jerry was my husband, who loved me, and who wasn't a wild animal like my stepfather had been-that he wouldn't hurt me-I would freeze. I almost had the same mental shock feeling that I'd had that night.
"Looking at Kelly's big prick, so close-so ready and eager to be kissed and sucked-with my husband looking on, and all the others with their hot eyes, stiff cocks and wet, panting pussies-I felt like a prima donna, making her first appearance on stage!"
The speaker is Barbara Williams, age 42, married to a successful businessman, childless, sexy, in love with her husband.
Barbara is describing her first voluntary attempt at fellatio. She and her husband, Jerry, had joined a sex club at his insistence. He had tried for the duration of his marriage, to get his wife to perform the oral sex act for him, but, as-we have heard, she suffered from a sexual mental block that she could not surmount, due to an unfortunate and traumatic early experience with her stepfather.
She, as she said, isn't a prude. In talks with her, we determined that Barbra is a typical woman and wife, as well as a sex partner, who faced a problem in her marital relationship that many women may have faced. In further discussions, we found that she is not religiously "hung-up" -that is, she had no moral or religious compunctions concerning the act of fellatio. Yet, she had gone through many years of marriage, fighting the thought of taking her husband's penis in her mouth, for a very understandable reason-at least, from a psychological point of view.
Her case is unusual, yet it may be typical, because in the course of twenty years of reporting psychiatric cases and accounts taken from police and marriage counselor's files, this writer has come across many cases that parallel that of Barbara's. She is typical in that she had an early aversion to fellatio, and unusual in that she had to join a "swaptorgy club" before she was able to overcome her aversion for this act of love, which, to many men, is the ultimate in sexual pleasure.
We shall let Barbara take up the account, in her own words, of how she became a member of a great, growing group which we shall call, the "oral wives."
This is not to advocate, nor to disparage the act of fellatio in marriage. We merely try to let one woman, happily married for many years, who denied her husband (and herself, as she ultimately admitted), the joy of complete sexual surrender, give her own version of how a stale, somewhat shaky marriage was freshened and strengthened by her ultimate indulgence in the act of oral-genital sex.
"Kelly's cock was so close to my face that I could see the veins in the side of it, and the shuddery little throbs that were pulsating and making it bob up and down, ever so slightly.
"As I hesitated, the others began to needle me a little-in a fun sort of way-but a couple of them were more encouraging, because they knew the dead seriousness of what I was trying to do for our marriage.
"I reached out and took it in my hand, and began to massage his balls with the other hand. I didn't see how I was ever going to get it all in my mouth, it was so fat and sturdy, but I admit, I got a strange thrill from just anticipating how it would feel and taste. Most of all, I wondered what it would do to turn me on. Each time I had honestly tried with my husband, the opposite had always happened to me-I turned completely cold and sometimes, even resentful.
"I had even tried getting half-loaded-not enough to dull my own desires, but enough to lose my inhibitions, and that hadn't worked. The memory of my stepfather's scene was too strong.
"Kelly smiled down at me and moved a little closer to my mouth. 'Don't be afraid, Barb. Everybody here-' he grinned and corrected himself, '- all the women, I mean, have been taking it in their mouth for a long time. If we didn't know how good you'll think it is, later on, we wouldn't be trying to help. Come on, suck it nice, Barb.' His tone was kind, and his eyes were soft as he looked closely at me, wanting to see me take his prick into my mouth.
"I began to get a hot, wet feeling inside my pussy. We hadn't had any sex yet that night. I had been put first on the list. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and I could almost feel the eyes of the others burning into my flesh. They had stopped talking to me and to each other, and I knew they were anxious for me to get going on Kelly's tool.
"I moved my mouth forward and placed the very tip of it on my half-opened lips. I stuck the end of my tongue into the little pee-hole, trying to taste a little of what might be ahead, but there was no taste.
"Kelly must have used some after-shave lotion on his stomach and pubic hair, because there was a pungent, man-odor coming from his body. I could see little drops of sweat forming on his hairy belly, and I knew that he was really getting turned on, even by just the touch of my tongue to the head of his cock.
"I opened my mouth a little more and let my tongue cover more of the skin of his prick's head, as I moved it around, touching the glans-the 'rim' of the head, and it gave me a kick to feel him fidgeting, his cock throbbing in response to my wet, exploring tongue.
"I kept thinking, It isn't bad at all-so far, I hoped he would continue to go at my own pace, and not ram it into my mouth. That would spoil it all, and I'd be right back where I'd been all these years, about sucking Jerry off, or even getting him warmed up in foreplay.
"I kept on working his balls in my hand, and I opened my lips a little wide. I moved them down over the rim of his cockhead, and, as it slipped deeper into my mouth, and my teeth scraped lightly over it, Kelly really began to throb.
"He reached down and began to stroke my hair. He was saying softly, 'Come on, babydoll, take more. Suck it for me ... ' and I let some more of it slide into my mouth. The hot flesh began to thrill me, and I began to form saliva in my mouth. It made it easier for his prick to slide in deeper and deeper, as I felt my jaws begin to ache just a little, as they were pried wider.
"I didn't want to panic. I really wanted to lick this hangup-for Jerry, so I eased off a little. I began to pull my mouth back and forth over the head, being careful not to let too much of it go in deep. When I worked my tongue around, it made Kelly jump, and I began to suck on it, slowly and teasingly. I looked up into his eyes, and that seemed to give him an extra kick. I know it added a little thrill for me.
"I began to set a rhythm, so it slid in and out of my mouth easily, and almost without realizing it, I began to take it deeper and deeper into my mouth. I let go of his balls and put my hands around his ass cheeks, and pulled him closer in time to my sucking rhythm.
"There wasn't a sound, but I could hear heavy breathing from several of them as they kept their eyes riveted on Kelly and me. I had watched this being done at a couple of our soirees, and I know it used to turn me on.
"The tip of Kelly's cock was almost touching my tonsils now, and I wasn't gagging. I began to feel that I was going to make it, and it elated me. I began to pull his body in closer, sucking harder, and suddenly, I knew that Kelly was building up to an orgasm!
"Just for a moment, I almost panicked at the thought of his juice coming into my mouth and throat. I had seen the other women just swallow it, but I wasn't so sure that I could. But I began to want Kelly to shoot into my mouth. He was moving faster now, and I was sucking harder and letting his cock go deeper into my throat than ever, faster and faster, more exciting with each stab of his prick into my mouth. My jaws were aching, but it was a good ache.
"I began to suck harder, and in a few more seconds, I felt his hot liquid begin to spurt into my mouth. It had a musty taste to it, and was a little sticky, but it really wasn't bad. I managed to gulp T some of it down, and then I began to really suck! I was so happy that I wanted to drain him dry! I kept on sucking, drawing his cock deeper and deeper, draining every last drop of his come into my hot, wet, wanting mouth!
"I never even gave him a chance to go soft. He got a good hard on again, and then he laid down on the floor, without my mouth ever leaving his prick. He spread out, relaxing and enjoying it. He was looking around at the others, getting an extra kick from seeing the lust in their eyes, as I always did when I was being fucked in front of them.
"I was really in the swing of it now, and I went to work to make him come as quickly as I could, because I wanted to try it with somebody else. And -in the back of my mind, a curiosity was already forming as to how much more enjoyable it must be to 'sixty-nine'-to have a man suck my cunt while I was bringing him to a climax with my tongue and lips!
"Jerry had often tried to tell me that a sixty-nine job was one of the biggest sex thrills in the book, and now, I was looking forward to it. But I wanted to to be with Jerry, not with one of the other men in the group.
"Inside three minutes, Kelly was beginning to buck and shove upward, faster and faster, and I locked my mouth around his swollen cock and sucked hard, while I put my fingers around the base of it and gave him even more friction as I stroke its root.
"This time, when he began to increase the pace of his upward lunges, and I began to suck harder and harder, I was beginning to learn to anticipate the precise instant he would shoot his load into my mouth, and I was ready to help him have a perfect climax. I began to swirl my tongue around the head of his prick and at the same time, let my teeth graze it with each in and out motion. I knew by the way he shuddered and his flat belly heaved up and down that it was good for Kelly, and when he finally emptied his load into my mouth, I really enjoyed it. In a way, I was more elated than I had been with a sex act for years.
"I licked his prick clean after I had drained him of all his semen, and when I had finished, he had gone soft. But when he stood up, smiling at me, I knew that he had enjoyed it.
"The others were sitting there, smiling. The men, I noticed, all had stiff cocks, and a couple of them murmured something complimentary about my having 'made it at last,' in the fellatio area.
"We often used to sit around and discuss sex hangups, and they knew about Jerry's and my problem over my being unable to perform fellatio -although I hadn't told them of my experience with my stepfather.
"I looked over at Jerry, who was still fondling Ann's breast, while she was gently stroking his swollen cock, and I saw a light in his eyes that told me that he was happy. It was almost as if he were promising me that now, we would really enjoy our sex life to the hilt. I felt that, too, now that the worst was over. If I could do it to Kelly, of whom I was only casually fond, I could be much more satisfying to the man I loved.
"But I still had a lot to learn, as I found out a few moments later. It was Jerry and Ann's turn to perform in front of the group, and I frankly admit, I was a little jealous of Ann, because Jerry and she seemed to hit it off so well. Jerry-I suppose because he couldn't get it from me, always had her suck him off, and since we had rules that there were to be no petty jealousies or recriminations later, concerning the acts that took place at one of our meetings, I had kept my bargain and never told Jerry how I felt about Ann. But she always seemed to have an air of superiority around me, as if she were sneering at me because I didn't have the guts to go all out to please my husband, the way she always could with her mouth, lips, and tongue.
"Jerry flashed me a glance as they walked out into the middle of the room, and I sat on the couch with Kelly, to watch. I knew he was saying with his eyes, 'Good girl, Babs.' But we had a rule at the meetings of swap club that, once partners were chosen for the evening, there was to be no fooling around between mates until each couple had performed at least once. The whole idea behind the meetings was to help each other overcome certain inhibitions and to pass on new techniques.
"Of course, there were the added kicks that came from watching others, and being watched by them. I know now that all of us are exhibitionists at heart-even the ones that seem shy about sex. I read somewhere that all women like to undress before men and have their body excite males, and it's true. It gives you a sense of confidence in your womanhood-in your sexual powers.
"So, Ann and Jerry got down on the floor. Jerry positioned himself over Ann's face as she lay flat on her back, smiling up at him, caressing his prick and his balls with her hand.
"Jerry liked to do the 'plunging' and guiding himself with Ann-at least the first time around, and I had seen them do it several times, and saw how deep he plunged his prick down her throat. He always got a hazy look of delight on his face when he did it, and in a funny way, I used to wonder if Jerry might actually be falling in love with her. We'd never really explored the idea, but after we had come home from one of the meetings, Jerry always made extra pitch to get me to try to suck him off.
"As I watched her toy with his prong, tickling the head of it with her tongue, nipping at it with her teeth, an entirely new feeling came over me. I made up my mind to watch extra closely, and learn the movements that she made that seemed to excite my husband so much.
"If I could finally overcome my bugaboo about fellatio, then I could learn to do anything that she could to please and excite Jerry-maybe even more.
"Jerry was balancing himself over her face, his hands out in front of him, supporting his body. This meant that Ann was really in control of the sucking and tonguing, but that Jerry could plunge his cock in deep, just as if he were in a regular on-top fucking position.
"I watched every move she made-the way she ran her closed fingers up the shaft of his prick while she was tickling and biting the head of his cock. I saw that she was also cupping his balls in one hand, drawing them toward her mouth gently, with an upward motion.
"Her mouth left the head of his prick, and she moved underneath him a little more. Her wet, pink tongue shot out and she began to tongue-bathe the shaft of his prong, moving up and down, over and around, covering every tiny bit of the sensitive flesh. I glanced at Jerry's face and saw that hazy look begin to form in his eyes, and I began to fidget and burn just a little, inside. It was almost as if Ann were challenging me to match Her sexual skills, and I didn't like it.
"But I calmed myself and concentrated on watching her movements. After she had bathed Jerry's shaft and head with her tongue, she moved so that the head of his cock was touching her lips, then she began to gently suck it into her mouth, taking a little bit more into her warm, hungry mouth with each stroke of his prick. I watched her teeth opening gradually, allowing Jerry's swollen cock to penetrate deeper all the time, until finally, she locked her mouth tightly over his cock and closed her eyes as Jerry began to lunge into her opened mouth.
"Jerry has a fairly good-sized cock, and I often used to wonder how Ann-and one of the other women he drew sometimes, could take so much of it in their mouths. Jerry's prick is sort of thick, and must be at least seven inches long when it is hard, but Ann never gagged nor flicked an eyelash, when Jerry plunged it deep into her mouth. At times, her lips actually brushed against his pubic hair, so we could all tell that she was gobbling it all the way, from the base to the very tip of it.
"Ann reached up underneath Jerry's balls and began to play with his asshole with her finger. After a bit, she started to plunge her finger up inside it, running it in and out in a rough movement that almost matched the rhythm of his lunges.
"That intrigued me, from the first time I had seen her do it to him, because when Jerry was having intercourse with me, I used to get an added tingle when he would reach under me and shove his finger deep into my asshole, and move it in and out, like Ann was doing. I gloated inwardly, because I had learned another little trick. There would be lots of others, I thought, now that I was able to look at her acts objectively, and not with disgust and fear.
"Jerry finished his come in a flurry of plunges into her now wide-open mouth. Ann was making little moaning sounds as she swallowed his come, then licked his softening cock all over, draining every last drop from it. I could now understand why she was moaning like that. At one time, I had believed that she was just doing that to impress Jerry with how much she really enjoyed sucking his cock. But now, I remembered the good feeling that I had had when I had made Kelly come so much, and I understood that Ann was probably feeling that same way-triumphant and sure of her womanhood and sexuality.
"Jerry had been grunting and moaning a little, too, and when he drew his cock put of her mouth, he bent over and kissed her. I could see him stick his tongue deep into her mouth, and they lay that way for a long moment, with him stretched out on top of her, tongues flicking in and out of each other's B. I used to wonder about that, too-how a man who had just shot a load of semen into a woman's mouth could turn around and stick his tongue into it, tasting his own semen.
"Jerry had one other big hangup, and every once in a while, he and Ann would go for it-anal intercourse. They lay there, sucking tongues, with Ann writhing and moving her hips, and Jerry digging his nails into her breasts, until he had a good hard on again. He broke the kiss and asked, 'Ready, doll?' and she pushed him off her and got on her hands and knees.
"I never minded it too much, because once in a great while, I would let Jerry do that to me, although I never really enjoyed it. I only let him do it when I was a little on the 'down' side, and wanted to really turn him on, so I could enjoy some sort of fucking later on.
"Ann's husband handed Jerry a jar of Vaseline, and he smeared it on the head of his cock, and some on Ann's asshole, and they went at it. I was seated directly in front of them, and I could see their faces. I knew that Ann wasn't a lot different from me in her feelings about doing it that way, because I could see her grimace, from time to time, as Jerry plunged it up her chute deeper and harder.
"But Jerry was enjoying it almost as much as he had the sucking. I had never had the courage to talk to Jerry about it, but I had read several articles and a couple of books, and because Jerry seemed to prefer the ass-fucking and fellatio so much, I suspected that he had some strong homosexual tendencies, although he had never really made an overt act that would reveal that. None of the men in the group ever tried or even suggested that there be any homosexual acts between either the men or the women, although I'm positive that a couple of the women really went for each other -in other words-they 'swung both ways.'
"Jerry was sweating and groaning at the end, as he placed his hands on her hips and finished in a flurry of fast jabs. When he shot his load into her, she let herself down on her face on the floor, and they just collapsed together. Jerry was biting the back of her neck, and saying something to her that I couldn't hear, but I could guess, because whenever I had pleased him in bed, he always thanked me and called me sweet names.
"When he got up off her, his prick was flabby, and covered with his own semen and little flecks of her crap, so Jerry headed for the bathroom to clean himself off.
"I watched as the others 'did their thing,' and I wasn't too interested. I was too eager to get with Jerry and try out the things I had finally learned to do, that he had waited for so long.
"When Jerry came out of the bathroom, I could see by the way he was looking at me that he felt the same as I did. We wanted to take advantage of our new chance at full sexual love-but, the rules of the club said that no couple that was married to each other were to put on a performance- unless it was to demonstrate, a brand-new position that no one had ever tried before. And surely, all the couples in the room had tried fellatio. So- Jerry and I would just have to wait.
"But he did come over and sit with me, and when he touched my breast, I could feel the electric tingle of his need, like I hadn't sensed it for a long, long time. I laid my hand on his prick, caressing it a little. The others were all watching as Judy and Ralph performed with Ralph seated on a stool, and Judy seated on his lap. Judy had a big thing about being on top of a man, so she could control the action. She was one of the ones I was sure was a lesbian, as well as a real swinger with men. Sometimes, she insisted on the man lying on his back, while she laid on top of him, or straddled his cock and 'rode' him into an orgasm. Jerry and I had tried that, but neither of us thought it was too pleasurable, because it seemed to me to be just too much work.
"We were anxious to leave, but didn't quite know how to get away gracefully, even though we had both performed in front of the group. Usually, after a session, we sat around and had a couple of drinks, discussing the sex acts that had taken place that night, and having a general question and answer session. I had been the 'ice-breaker* that night, and I figured the group would want to talk about my thoughts and feelings, as I was 'breaking my cherry' as a penis eater. So, we stayed until everyone had had their turn on the floor or a chair or the couch. By that time, we were beginning to get hot for each other, and Jerry was whispering in my ear to "be nice,' and when we got home, we would have a real 'homecoming celebration' in bed. I was so happy. I truly do love Jerry and I had always suffered from guilt feelings that I couldn't completely give him everything that he wanted in the sex line.
"It had been my real love for Jerry that had made me agree to join the swap club in the first place, and as I lost my inhibitions, Jerry was able to convince me that I should take advantage of the friendly, cooperative attitude of the gang to make a real strong attempt to over come my fellatio hangup. Now, I was getting more excited at the thought of the pleasure I could give and get from the act.
"When the last couple had finally ended their little orgy, the drinks were passed around and everyone relaxed. I was surprised at how friendly and interested everyone was in my big breakthrough-all but Ann. She still seemed to be looking at me with a challenge in her eyes, as if to say "Try and equal my sucking, kiddo.
"But the rest were really encouraging and nice, Kelly, the man I had made my 'triumph' with, was especially complimentary, and the others joined in with praise for my courage and ultimate success.
"Ann leered over at Jerry, who was sitting beside me, his hand on my pussy, and said in a catty tone: 'She did pretty good for a start, Jerry, but I hope you'll still be coming to the meetings and pairing up with the old pro,' for a while yet.' She winked at Jerry, and he blushed. She made him uncomfortable, and she was intruding on the new, exciting feeling that had arisen between us. I resented it very much.
"Oh, we aren't quitting," Jerry said awkwardly, "but we may be too busy perfecting our techniques to attend the next couple of sessions."
"And," he added somewhat testily, "Babs is an expert in a lot of things that you might be able to take some lessons in." I loved him for that, and I grinned wickedly at her chagrin. I thought she'd drop it, but she wasn't about to. She came back: "Well, at her age-she should be!
"Come on, don't be catty, 'Ann,' Kelly interjected. "We're all having fun, and we're all glad that Barb finally made the grade. After all, that's the name of the game."
"Well," Ann persisted, "You like the suck-off bit, Kelly, so now that you've had it from both of us, who would you say is better at it? After all, we can't ask Jerry, because he hasn't had any from Barbara, so he can't really judge. Besides," she smiled coldly at me, "Jerry might be just a little prejudiced."
"I was getting madder by the minute. I had already gained a lot of confidence in myself that evening, and I have never doubted Jerry's love for me-never.
"If you'd like to find out if I'm as pleasing, Ann, I'm ready!" I challenged. "If we are all willing to break the rule about married couples performing-" I let it hang there, enjoying the strange look on her face.
"That's fair," Judy put in. "I'm for suspending the rules this once, if Babs wants to prove that she's really over the hump."
"Me too," Ralph chimed in. They all chorused their approval, and reluctantly, Ann had to agree. I knew I had put Jerry on the spot, but I also was counting on the fact that he loved me, and would cooperate and help me all the way. And besides, there was that new tingling feeling between us. It might just be fun to try it first in front of the others, I thought. After all, I would be much more relaxed and eager with my own husband than I had been with Kelly. I looked at Jerry and took his hand. His smile told me that he admired my spunk and that he wanted to try it, there in front of the others.
"I had been rapidly thinking of all the times that I had watched the others-and especially Ann-while they had performed fellatio on not only Jerry, but on the other men in the group. Perhaps because of my hangup, I had noticed special responses from the males, when a women would do a certain little thing-a touch-a way of kissing his body. Now, I was in the spotlight, and I had to produce!
"And, I tried to remember little things that Jerry did to arouse and excite me, that I might add. Of course I know that men and women respond differently to foreplay and to the sex act, but basically, I knew enough about my husband to almost intuitively sense what he wanted me to do-especially with my mouth.
"When we had been first married, Jerry used to give me what he called 'a trip around the world.' He would cover every possible area on my body, from my feet to my ears, using his tongue to tickle and tease me. Often, he would end up by rolling me over on my stomach, spreading my ass cheeks and shoving his tongue in and out of my asshole. It always did something special for me, and I sensed that it might for him, too.
"No one had ever licked the asshole of another at any of the group sessions, and I determined that tonight, little old Barbara was going to show them a thing or two!
"As they scattered to the chairs and couch to make room for us, I quietly asked Jerry, 'Will you trust me to handle it, honey?' He just squeezed my hand and nodded. It gave me added courage, and when I looked at the resentful, still doubtful look on Ann's face, that was all I needed.
"I told Jerry to lie on his stomach on the floor, and I knelt over him, straddling his hips. I began to kiss and nibble at his ears and the back of his neck. He was always sensitive there, and tonight, he seemed even more responsive than ever. I moved down the small of his back, then moved my head over and tickled his armpits with my tongue. Then down his ribs, sucking, kissing, biting gently, until I could see the goose pimples forming on his body, from the thrill of anticipation.
"I moved down to the bottom of his back-to the little hollows just above his ass cheeks, and I worked my tongue and teeth over his soft, tanned skin. Meanwhile, I was reaching under him and playing with his balls, kneading them gently, letting my fingers reach up around the base of his shaft, which was getting harder by the moment.
"I spread his legs and moved down so that I was kneeling between his legs. I spread his ass cheeks, exposing the brown area of his asshole, and Ralph broke the tense mood by saying, 'Wow! This is getting good. I'm going to get my Polaroid!' He went into the other room and came out with the camera. We often took shots of different positions-especially any new thing that somebody introduced, so we could try it later on. Most of the couples also liked to have pictures of themselves in action, so the picture-taking bit had become a pretty regular thing.
"I looked at Jerry's asshole, remembering how good it had felt when he had licked and penetrated mine with his tongue, and I crawled down and spread his cheeks wide. I tried to extend my tongue out far enough so that Ralph could get some good shots of what I was doing, and I began to tickle his asshole with the tip of my tongue. I ran it up and down over his asshole, feeling him shudder with the pleasure of it. At last, I began to plunge my tongue as deep into it as I could make it go, and Jerry's reaction was more than enough to excite me : and make me want to go all the way.
"At my urging, he rolled onto his back. I raised his fanny with my hands, and began to lick his asshole again, only this time I was continuing the upward stroke of my tongue so that it tongued his, balls and the length of his cock on the underside. Then I tongued the front side, the soft flesh around his pubic hair, and moved back down to his asshole and plunged my tongue in. I was so excited at Jerry's moans and shudders, that I was hardly aware that the flashbulb on Ralph's camera was popping like crazy.
"I knew that Jerry must be in torment, and all at once, he began to plead, 'Please, Babs-please -suck it! Oh, God-suck it honey!'
"I took his hard, erect cock in my hand and began to lick the shaft of it, up one side and down, the other, pausing at the tip of it to nip it lightly, then circle the head of it with my tongue and back down to the base of it. With my other hand, I was playing with Jerry's balls, then I would shift my finger to his asshole and plunge it in, moving it around inside, feeling every little throb that went through his body and enjoying the pleasure I knew I was giving him-at last!
"Finally, I went to work. I slowly sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, tonguing it, letting my teeth brush over it lightly, happy that I could actually have my husband's prick in my mouth at last. I began to plunge my mouth deeper over his shaft, and Jerry began to buck and arch his back to drive it into my mouth even deeper. When I felt him increase the pace, I did too. I locked my mouth on it, so that the tip of it was just touching my inner throat, and I sucked as hard as I could- letting it slide in and out-in and out.
"When I felt his hot, sticky semen begin to spurt into my mouth, I was never so thrilled in my life! It was like I had been let out of a cage that I'd hated for so many years. I swallowed his come gladly, licking his peehole with my tongue, sucking every last drop of come from his cock. Jerry was writhing with ecstasy, holding my lips so that his fingers were going into my hot, hungry mouth, so he could feel my tongue on his cock. I had never felt so close to him in all our years of marriage! I wanted to go on giving him pleasure forever. I had completely forgotten about the others in the room, I was so wrapped up in the wild, wonderful sensation of sucking Jerry's cock until he had an orgasm.
"He pushed me gently away, then laid me on my back. He knew I was hot, and that I always loved to have him kiss and suck my cunt before we had each other the regular way. I thought that that was what he was going to do-get me ready for a loving, wild, full fuck-but Jerry had been waiting for a long time for something else.
"When his tongue had explored the inside of my pussy, and my clitoris had begun to grow rigid and throb with the pleasure and need, Jerry stopped, reversed positions and positioned himself beside me so that his cock was close to my mouth, and his face was nestled between my legs. I knew what 'sixty-nine' was, all right, and now-we were going to be able to satisfy each other at the same time, using our mouths, tongues and fingers! I felt like a new bride!
"He was hard again, and I was oiled for action, with the desire that was burning inside my pussy. Jerry spread my legs wide, then used his fingers to spread the lips of my cunt. He knew all the places, and all the ways I liked to be sucked and kissed. He began with the outer lips, licking them, then suddenly taking my clit between his soft lips and sucking hard on it. When he began to stroke it with his tongue, putting pressure on it with the in-and-out strokes, he ran one finger up inside me so he could touch the back walls of my vagina. It was always fulfilling to me when he did that, because in regular fucking, we could seldom ever attain that much friction, using only his cock inside me.
"With his other hand, he reached beneath me and began to massage my asshole with his finger. As I began to set up a rhythm that matched his tonguing, he set up a similar rhythm with his finger plunging in and out of my ass.
"I was following his lead, although I was so delirious with pleasure, looking at his cock and so close to my face, touching both with my tongue as I licked and nibbled, that I could hardly concentrate on what I wanted to do for him.
"He raised up, so his weight wasn't stifling me or keeping me from manipulating his prick the way I wanted to, and when he did, he began to nibble at my clitoris, plunging his lips in deep, grasping it in his teeth and drawing them over it until he let it go at the end of the movement! All the while, his finger was digging into the deeper parts of my pussy, and his finger was keeping time as he drove it as far as it would go, up my asshole!
"Once again, I was so enraptured by the sensations that had taken over my body and my brain, that I completely forgot the group. All I was aware of was Jerry's tongue, lips and fingers, and his cock in my mouth, with my finger up his asshole.
"All I could think of, was-strangely enough-what a silly fool I had been for all those years, when I could have been knowing all the delights of mutual oral sex!
"I didn't want to have an orgasm, strange as it sounds-I just wanted the delights to go on forever-until I died! I had never dreamed that it could be this complete-not even when we had had our best fucks together. And, oddly enough, deep in the back of my mind, I cursed that sonofabitching stepfather of mine, for depriving me of all this, for all these years, by his animalistic attempt to shove his prick down my throat!
But it was so different-with love-with the man who wanted to please-who loved me-who was mine.
"Our bodies just seemed to coordinate perfectly in every tiny movement, for as I felt Jerry shoot his semen into my throat, my whole lower body exploded in a burst of burning fire, as I united with my husband in a split-second, mutual orgasm !
"I couldn't let go. I kept on sucking and licking and kissing, and Jerry must have caught the same needful thrill, for he continued on, biting, kissing, sucking-using his finger deep inside my cunt and my ass, while he continued to send shivers of joy through my entire body with his lips and tongue and teeth.
When we came again-me first, this time-we just lay there, loving the feel of each other's genitals so close, so hot, so wonderful! As Jerry's cock began to go flabby, I just kissed it-not hard or sexy--just softly and tenderly-letting my lips tell all of my love for his body. I guess I was also letting them apologize for all the years I had denied him this wonderful pleasure, and apologizing to myself, too.
"It was wonderful, lying there, with him spreading the lips of my cunt, planting soft, sucking, tender kisses on the innermost parts of my cunt. It was like another honeymoon-another world opening up to us. And me-forty-two, and Jerry forty-five!
"When he finally moved, Jerry did the nicest thing ever. He reversed positions again, covering my body with his own, and, lying there with our genitals touching, he began to kiss me. I opened my lips, and felt his tongue begin to slide into my mouth! It may sound corny, but that was the final, wonderful touch. But when I really felt the lightning hit was when he began to say, right in front of all of them, like a schoolboy making love to his first date, 'I adore you, Barbara. I worship you in all ways. You're the fullest, most wonderful woman in this whole world! And, I thank God- you're my wife!'
"That's about the story-through not really. Ralph gave us a whole series of pictures, and looking at them, anyone ought to be able to see that it wasn't a sex orgy-it was the culmination of a big, beautiful love affair.
"It's still going on-it always will. We found a closeness that will never weaken or tarnish. We found the fullness of honest, unashamed sexual love. We'd always had the other kind-the trust and faith-the relying on each other for companionship and courage.
"And, Jerry began to do some thinking about what he had said to me that night, there on the floor, in front of all the others. He came to me a few weeks ago and said he would like to quit the sex club. I was a little surprised, because I had been so satisfied with his lovemaking since that night, that I had no desire at all to go back.
"But he said to me: 'Barb, do you remember all the things I said to you that night? I meant them, but most of all, I meant one thing: 'Thank God, you're mine.' I don't want to share you anymore. You are mine. I'm yours-let's keep it that way forever. After all-what can anyone in this world offer either of us anymore, that we don't have much better from each other?'
"And that's how it is between us, because I feel exactly the same way."
RICHARD E. GEIS
A student of psychiatry, psychology and sexology, Mr. Geis lends the personal touch to his research. In addition to local subjects, he has conducted a nationwide campaign to obtain true sexual experiences. As a result of his endeavors he has accumulated a large store of knowledge and case histories, most of which appear in his books. Some of his credits are: Orality '69, Orality '70, Even We Must Love, and Mouth Girl.
CHAPTER FOUR: "Amanda" as reported by Richard E. Geis
As reported earlier, the oral-erotic impulse is present in every human being-and there is no exception because of race, color, or creed. It has its beginnings in infancy when the baby is exposed to the comforting feeling of a mother's nipple or its rubber substitute at the top of a bottle. Later it develops as a means of expressing as well as giving in the form of the kiss. Still later it engenders the curiosity of the growing child as he becomes sexually aware of other children. And finally, with actual sexual contact, this impulse may bloom into an active expression of oragenitalism.
How the adult emotionally responds to this natural urge depends largely on his sexual education as a youngster. Too often questions have gone unanswered in the homes and the curious young are eventually left to the classrooms of the streets. Here they learn a limited amount of sex-barely enough to get them by-but most of it under an atmosphere of apprehension and furtiveness which will take its toll later in life.
In commenting on the changing attitudes toward sex, Professor Louis P. Thorpe offers the following general observation: "In the United States, children's preoccupations with sex are for the most part met with stern parental and community disapproval. This is not the case in some so-called primitive societies, where growing children are permitted considerable freedom in sexual play and experimentation. However, there are social groups in which even more stringent suppressions of sexual interests than those operating in this country are practiced. Available evidence suggests that the less restriction placed on children's sexual activities in a given cultural group, the lower will be the incidence of undesirable deviations in sexual behavior among its adults. However, sex mores in relation to children are changing rapidly. A wholesome viewpoint where children's sex interests are concerned is being developed ... "
While the conclusion of this observation is what most of us would like to hear, it must be pointed out that it was written in 1960, before the advent of the "now" generation. A more recent comment by Dr. David Reuben is less encouraging:
"What we refer to as modern sex education is laughable. Over great resistance we have finally advanced to the point of telling school children that the penis somehow comes in contact with the vagina and other vague sorts of things happen. It is becoming more and more apparent that pupils in these classes, especially at high school level, are very considerate of their elders ... by not laughing out loud. More and more, they are cramming a wider range of sex into one weekend than their menopausal teacher experienced in a lifetime ... not to say that they understand what they are doing."
In the following case history, Richard Geis relates the oral inclinations of a black young woman who began her sex education the only way available to her-by peeping.
"Want some mouth, baby?"
She sank to her knees on the bedroom's soft, tightly-looped green leaf-patterned nylon carpeting, Her slender arms went around her husband's naked hips. Her hands slid onto his tensed buttocks. Her long-nailed fingers dug gently into the smooth-skinned, rounded muscles. Her fingers inched into the deep crevice. The skin on the back of her hands was a rich chocolate brown. His body skin was lighter-a creamed coffee shade.
She extended a curving, pink tongue and licked the tip of his heavy cock where it peeped from the skin sheath that enclosed it. "Want to give your Momma a mouthful?" She was talking to the cock, not to the man.
Her husband stood with his feet spread wide, looking down at her, his thick lips parted in a faint smile. He rested his hands lightly on her bare shoulders. He breathed slowly, shallowly.
She licked his cock again, under the big, covered head. She pursed her full lips and kissed the tip of the cock. She held the kiss, then slowly opened her warm lips and pressed the sheathing skin back from around the big glans.
The glans slowly entered her mouth. Her wide nostrils flared with a quickly drawn breath. She inhaled the sweet-smelling lotion he had used. Her heavily made-up eyelids half closed. She wore long artificial lashes. Her eyebrows were shaved and painted on.
Her tongue fluttered on the sensitive underside of the cockhead. Her lips pressed further down the thick shaft. Her mouth was open wide to encompass the bulk. Her eyes shut completely. The fat meat in the hot wet cavity of her mouth stirred and began to grow as blood pumped into the spongy mass.
She made a pleased sound and kept her tongue busy along the underside of the lengthening cock. Her fingers dug deeper into the cleft between his buttocks. A long, pointed carmine-red nail tickled his puckered, tight anus.
His big cock throbbed and surged deeper into her mouth. Her lips clung leechlike, and refused to retreat. The thickening, lengthening column of meat nudged the constricting softness of her palate at the down-curving entrance of her throat. The glans jerked slightly with each heartbeat and smeared a drop of secretion on the back of her tongue.
Finally her mouth was so full she couldn't take more as his cock continued to swell and extend from his loins.
Her face was pushed slowly away from his ridged belly.
She made wet, half-choking sounds. She drew her head back a bit. Her full lips seemed to retreat unwillingly from around the massive thickness, toward the glans. They left a coating of saliva.
Her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at his face peering down. Her mouth curved in a smile around the big glans.
Her husband said, "Let's get on the bed." His hands patted her short, artfully disarrayed black hair. Her hair had been processed.
She shook her head and closed her eyes again. She sucked hard on his glans. She tickled his anus again and brought her right hand around to hold his cock at the base. Her fingers barely circled it.
She began moving her head forward and back in a slow, sensual rhythm, taking the glans and two or three inches of the blood-gorged shaft.
Her husband pulled out of her mouth. He ignored her small cry of want and pulled her up to her feet. He kissed her hot, loose mouth and plunged his tongue to meet hers.
She melted against him. Her round breasts, like brown cantaloupe halves, molded against his chest. The reddish black, swollen areolas and small, hard purple nipples dug into his skin.
She moaned in the kiss and held his head with both hands. Her palms covered his ears and most of his long, kinky, muttonchops sideburns. His hair was frizzy and natural.
Their mouths were heated, their lips pliant with soft, erotic suckings and grazings. They sucked tongues and licked with delicious sensuality.
His hands spread and cupped the taut globes of her ass. His cock jerked between their tightly pressed bellies, embedded like a stout club of hot maple.
Amanda slid her mouth aside. She gasped for air. "Get on the bed, man. I'm going to suck you dry!"
Instead he pushed her to the bed and closed his mouth on a dark, pebble-like nipple. His hand fitted into the V of her groin and rubbed on the wide spread of thin, kinky pubic hair. His stubby middle finger dipped into the purplish lips of her cunt and found the small knob of her clitoris bathed in slippery wetness. His fingertip- began a swift thrumming on it.
She smiled and undulated against his hand. "Ohhh, Johnny ... " Both of her hands went to the long cock that slanted up his flat belly. She gripped the hot, throbbing shaft and pumped the tan skin. Her black eyes followed the glans as it was covered, uncovered, as the skin was pushed up and down ...
She let her head loll back against his shoulder. "Getting my heat up." She breathed open-mouthed. Her eyes were languorous.
He said, "Mine, too."
"I'm going to get your cream up. That's what I want."
"You married me for my cream."
"Your sweet jism cream ... I'll drink all you got." She smiled and licked her full lips. She trembled as his finger tap-danced in her clitoris in a slightly different rhythm. Her hands pumped his cock faster. She whispered, "Oh, shit, that feels xo good ... "
He said softly, "Take it, honey ... make it ... "
She kissed his chest and licked the slightly sweaty skin. She tasted body powder and inhaled the scent. Her hips moved smoothly against his hand. She moaned against his rib cage. The sound penetrated into his body. He sucked her nipple ferociously.
Her moans increased and became more urgent. Her hands tightened on his cock and pumped with unconsciously effective speed and grip. She whispered, "I'm getting up there, baby."
His finger speeded.
A moment later Amanda took a long, quivering breath. Her thighs jerked. Her belly spasmed. She made low, intense grunting sounds. She grimaced. She blindly sought his mouth. They kissed feverishly and she moaned around his tongue which she sucked. She abandoned his cock and clutched his neck and shoulders.
He kept his finger moving, moving, moving on her distended, knoblike clitoris, then expertly, knowingly, stopped when she made a certain sound of completion and released his tongue.
He massaged her plump mound and ran his finger lightly up and down the wet, slippery, flushed lips of her cunt.
She relaxed and fell away to lie on her back. She breathed in deeply. She smiled. "Pretty strong for a finger job."
He put his hand on her right breast. He molded the brown flesh. His cock throbbed against his belly. "You had me close."
"You stop me, then. I don't want you squirting from a hand job. I forget when I get up there." She reached over and patted the hot length of his erection. His cock lifted slightly with each heartbeat.
She sighed and turned on her side to face him. She squirmed lower on the bed, until her face was next to his waist. Her open hand continued to lightly stroke his cock. "You have to come in my mouth, baby. Every time." She seemed to speak to it. Her hand stroked lower to the taut skin sack drawn up tight to the root. She cupped the sack and warmed it in her hand. She felt the balls inside with gentle pressures of fingers.
Several drops of clear lubricating secretion had oozed from the tip of the glans. It smeared a small area of his belly.
She rose up on an elbow and leaned over his hips. She extended her pink tongue and licked up the wetness. She licked the tip of his huge organ and tried to "point" her tongue enough to get it into the small opening. She giggled.
She said to the throbbing cock, "Time to empty you, baby." She rose up on her hands and knees. She slipped lower, as her husband opened his legs, and settled into the inverted V of his legs.
She began a slow licking of his sack. The balls inside stirred in response. The sack loosened, relaxed, lowered. She kissed the sack, then pressed her face against his crotch and took the sack wholly into her mouth. She hummed and sucked. She reached up and grasped the heavy length of his cock. She pumped the skin slowly, slowly ...
Johnny was up on his elbows, watching her. Her eyes were closed. Only his genitals existed for her. He licked this thick lips and watched. His chest rose and fell deeply.
Amanda let his sack slip wetly from her mouth. She licked up the excess saliva. She wriggled a little higher. She lapped at the massive root of his cock. Her tongue slowly worked along the wide bulge on the underside of the shaft.
She edged forward a bit more until her head was over his cock and her tongue was snaking to the excruciatingly sensitive dorsal area on the underside of the glans.
His hips lifted at the touch of her tongue-tip there. The whole rigid length of his cock jerked and leaped as its root muscles contracted. An involuntary "mm!" sounded in his throat.
Amanda chuckled and licked again. The huge cock lifted and fell back to his belly. More secretion oozed from its tip. She licked it up. She crooned, "Gonna suck you dry ... "
Her hand came up and slipped under the thick organ. She lifted it and pressed it against her face. She kissed its length. She rubbed the silky glans against her closed eyelids, against her wide nose, back and forth against her slightly parted, fleshy lips.
She was breathing fast, her nostrils flared. Her mouth opened wide-a pink cavern, a waiting tongue-and engulfed the large glans.
Her husband grunted and gasped.
Her lips tightened on the hard flesh just below the glans. She worked her tongue and slowly rose up on her knees between his legs. She braced herself on bent elbows and palms and knees. Her mouth possessed the top of his cock.
She was breathing fast, eager, aroused, sensually involved. She began to bob her head. Her cheeks hollowed and filled as her head dipped and rose, as the big glans rode up into the tight, hot, working tunnel of her mouth.
Her lips slid down the ever-thickening shaft ... further ... more ... more ... until her jaw strained and the glans was butting at the soft, spasming curve of her palate.
She kept it up ... long, deep, sucking strokes of her mouth, as if she was fucking him with her mouth. While her tongue swirled along the length of shaft and curled with wet flicks when the glans came under its tip.
Her teeth never touched the sensitive surfaces and tissues.
She never seemed to tire. Her head rose and fell, rose and fell ... Her mouth filled to the point of choking and then almost emptied. She always retained the glans.
Her husband's belly gradually tightened. His breathing speeded. He began to breathe through his mouth. His eyes lost focus.
Amanda, too, was aroused. Her breathing quickened with his. Her throat worked as she swallowed saliva and the steady small flow of his slippery secretions. She began moaning softly with each rushing exhalation through her nose.
She felt his cock swell to even greater size. Her jaw clicked as she strove to force more of his length and thickness into her mouth. She made low-pitched gagging sounds in her throat. The skin of his cock was shiny wet. Dribbles of saliva ran down into the nappy tangle of pubic hair. His sack was again drawn up tight to the root of his tremendously hard organ.
He was gasping. His hips lifted in fucking motions when her tight, enclosing lips swept down the wet column. His hands gripped her hands at the sides of his hips.
He panted, "Oh, honey ... here it comes ... here it come!" His body seemed to lock tight.
Amanda made a passion-whimpering sound. She plunged her mouth faster. Her lips clamped more firmly around the iron like flesh. Her tongue lashed and writhed with silken lust.
For five ... ten ... endless seconds he lay rigid, eyes closed, his face a frozen mask, his cock gigantic in her mouth, vibrant with the near-coming of his semen.
Then his face seemed to crumple. His wide lips contorted. He drew a shattered breath. His hips unlocked and jerked upward as her mouth swept down. His glans was driven to the back of her throat. A tortured "AHHhhh ... " was torn from his constricted chest.
Amanda sobbed and shivered and sucked, sucked, SUCKED! The bulk of his swollen cock was deep in her mouth-a great spasm swept his loins, swept up the supremely hard shaft, and a thick gob of semen was flung into her throat.
She snorted and choked and loved it. She sucked maniacally. Her tongue blurred as it stroked the underside of his glans.
His giant cock jerked in her mouth and spurted again, again, again! His hips rocked up and down. His legs flung themselves wide, then tightened around her ankles and ass. He cried out in his pleasure-agony.
Amanda let the slippery accumulation of semen stay in her mouth. Her lips were a seal around his cock. The stuff coated the inside of her mouth, her tongue, his glans. It made his sensations even more exquisite as she whipped it against his flesh.
The spurts weakened. Semen flowed into her mouth in a diminishing tide. She was gasping through her nostrils. She slowly gathered the sweet semen in her mouth. Her lips slowly rose and contracted as they reached the tip of the glans, never losing a drop.
She swallowed ecstatically. She breathed deeply. She brought a hand to the base of his softening organ and held it up as she licked it clean, as a mother cat licks its kitten.
Then she rested her head on his loins, her mouth against the still thick, but limp cock.
Johnny reached to the table beside the bed and took a cigarette from a pack lying there. He took up a table lighter, lit, drew smoke deep into his lungs, blew it out with a sigh.
She kissed his flabby organ once more and moved up beside him. She took the cigarette from his fingers and put it between her lips. She didn't inhale.
He lit another for himself. He asked, "Still sweet?"
"Umhmm." She smiled, took the cigarette away and licked her still wet lips. "Cream."
He took a long drag. His hand slid up onto her hip and into the hollow. His hand cupped her mound. "You ever figure out why you dig sucking so much?"
She nodded. "Momma lost her milk a couple weeks after she started nursing me. She's got these big teats, like big purple grapes. She got me all happy nursing on her, filling my mouth three-four times a day with tit and good-tasting milk ... then she had to cut me off. Had to give me a bottle. It ain't the same. Ain't as good at all."
Johnny started running his big middle finger up and down the moist lips of her cunt. "You remember that?"
"She told me. She figured it out after she found me sleeping with my brother with his little prick in my mouth. I was three and he was four."
Amanda remembered sucking her brother Andy's prick. She had enjoyed it. It had gotten so delight-folly stiff in her mouth as she suckled on it as on a nipple.
She had continued doing it even after having been spanked to make her stop. She loved the sense of contentment she achieved with the small, erect organ in her mouth, and with the warmth of his body, and being covered by the sheet and blankets, so that she was in a womblike heaven ...
She had been taken from the bed and made to sleep with her older sister, Jillie. Jillie hadn't liked having to share her bed and had taken it out on Amanda, hitting and pinching, never letting the little girl cuddle close ...
And then had come the night years later when Jillie was baby-sitting Amanda and Andy while their folks were out to a show.
Jillie was fourteen then. Amanda was eight and fat from always eating ... always having to have some food or candy in her mouth.
Jillie's boy friend, Sam, came over. He was a tall, gangling boy of sixteen. Jillie sent Andy and Amanda to bed.
Amanda knew they were going to do sexy things. She listened and crept out to the doorway and watched.
She saw Jillie and Sam on the sofa kissing, and Sam feeling all over Jillie's breasts and between her legs. Jillie was a well-developed fourteen; her breasts were big and firm, and she had nice rounded hips and some kinky hair on her mound.
Amanda saw Jillie's hand working into Sam's tight pants to a big bulge there. Then Jillie popped the snap and ran down the zipper--and up rose a long, thin prick.
Amanda's eyes had widened. It was ten times bigger than Andy's little one she remembered.
She watched Jillie play with Sam's big one. Then Amanda made a noise and was discovered. Jillie was furious! "You little spy! What you spyin' on us for? Go back to bed! Go suck oh Andy ... No, you come here. Come here! You want to see a man's peenis?"
Sam was grinning. Amanda went to them, slowly, all eyes, not afraid.
Jillie told Sam, "She used to suck on Andy's peenis all the time," To Amanda, "See what the big girls get to play with?" She flipped Sam's hard prick. "Why don't you get down on your fat knees and suck this one?"
Jillie hadn't really meant it. But Amanda looked into Sam's eyes and saw he would let it happen. She did it-she sank down and took the long hard prick away from Jillie's astonished hand and fitted her child's mouth over the end of the double handful of fully-grown prick and started to suck!
They had argued over her head-Jillie was indignant and resentful, but Sam, was enjoying it and said, "Let Amanda do it-teach her a lesson when I come."
Amanda liked the feel of so much hot male flesh in her mouth and loved the closeness, being the center of attention, of taking him away from Jillie-getting even!
Amanda sucked with unconscious skill and empathy. She bobbed her head and kept her mouth and tongue tight against the rigid, sliding bulk, and instinctively kept from scraping her teeth on the skin.
Sam said wonderingly, "God, she's good at it!"
Amanda glowed and bobbed her head faster.
Jillie said, "She probably does all the boys in the neighborhood!"
Sam's prick got harder and bigger. She wondered why. Then he said tensely to Jillie, "Gonna shoot ... "
Jillie laughed hysterically as Amanda suddenly lifted her mouth from Sam's spurting prick. Semen was in Amanda's mouth, on her chin. She was astounded. She had heard men squirted stuff ... Cream ... thick milk!
She wanted it! She popped Sam's organ back into her mouth and sucked hard for more! She drank his remaining flow.
Jillie stopped laughing.
From then on Amanda was a full-fledged cock-sucker.
She estimated behind squinting eyes in the smoke from her cigarette ... she estimated to herself she had sucked off at least a hundred different men before she had married Johnny. Some of them white, to see if their cream was different. It wasn't.
She had been faithful to Johnny. He gave her all the action she needed. She loved him.
She took a long drag on the cigarette and stubbed it out in the bedside ashtray.
Johnny rubbed Amanda's cunt lips a bit more firmly and the lips seemed to open of themselves, to splay outward. His fingertip sank into a pool of slippery juice around her inner, vaginal lips.
Amanda stirred and opened her thighs a bit.
He asked, "How many men did you suck off before we got married?"
"I don't know. I wouldn't tell it I knew." She patted his soft cock. "You jealous, baby?"
"Just curious."
"You keep asking ... I don't know. I always liked to use my mouth. Always got a high from sucking. But your cream is the best, baby. Jism supreme."
His fingertip explored the opening of her vagina. It was wet and hot. The inner muscles softly tightened on his finger.
She asked, "Want me to suck you up so you can fuck me?"
"Few minutes. Going to give you some good mouth first." He crushed out his cigarette.
She nodded and smiled, "Ummm. Work me over."
He took his finger out of her and put it to her mouth. She sucked it in and tongued it. Her eyelids fluttered half shut.
He began gently finger-fucking her mouth. He pulled his finger out and kissed her. His tongue snaked between her lips. Her arms went around him. She sucked on his tongue. She had strong suction.
He molded her breasts. He freed his tongue and lowered his head. 'Both hands squeezed and fingered her left breast. He rubbed a palm over the pebbled nipple. He sank fingers deep into the resilient brown flesh. He formed it into an exaggerated chocolate cone, with the red-black areola like a cap at the top, the nipple like a crinkled black pea in the center.
Amanda watched his use of her breasts. She arched her back and growled softly. When his mouth came down on the cap and pea and his tongue flicked over them she whispered, Oh, baby ... "
He nibbled the nipple with his teeth. She hissed as the scraping sent shivers of sharp tickling pain through her.
He leaned over her and worked on her other breast. She pushed her flesh against his face. She ran her hand down his back and then up to his neck and onto his fluffy, kinky black hair. "Baby ... "
He left her breasts. As she had positioned herself between his legs, to lick his sack and mouth it, now he took the same position between her opened thighs.
He licked the purplish creases that bordered her cunt. Her skin shaded into dark brown in an area that circled her thighs to her buttocks. The cheeks of her buttocks were almost golden brown, as was the skin of her breasts. The small of her back and her lower belly were darker.
As he had stroked the lips of her cunt with his finger, now he stroked with his tongue-tip. Long, slow lickings from deep down in her crotch to the top of the lips. Not enough tongue pressure to penetrate.
He tasted the slightly tart, acidy flavor of her juices.
Amanda raised her knees. Her thighs fell open to give him easy access to her cunt. Her feet were flat on the bed for leverage. She began gentle undulations of her hips.
She whispered, "Tongue-fuck me."
"In time, in time ... " He worked his hands into her warm, humid crotch and framed her pussy. His thumbs pressed in and parted the dark pink lips ... until the cunt mouth opened to reveal bright wet pinkness, the lower, inner mouth that led to her depths, and above, between his thumbs, nestled in a half-protecting fold, the little fingerlet that was her clitoris.
He blew a soft, warm stream of breath against the sensitive tissues.
"Tongue-fuck me!"
He chuckled. He blew slowly, tantalizingly. He licked the inside of her pussy lips and in the process grazed slightly the protruding clitoris.
Each time contact was made, her hips jumped slightly.
His tongue edged around the clitoris, closer ...
"You mother fucker ... lay on some tongue!" She put her hands on his head and urged his face closer, and pushed her loins up against his mouth. She used him-rubbed her open cunt against his face-mouth, nose, chin.
But he denied her his tongue. His neck and shoulder muscles bulged. He drew his head back. "Behave!" He turned his head and sank his teeth into the tender meat of her left thigh. He clamped down. There was a terrible temptation to bite HARD-
Amanda gave a small shriek of pain. "Okay ... okay ... " Her hands fell away from his head. "You de masseh."
He licked the two curving rows of red tooth marks in her tender brown skin. He kissed them, then licked into her crotch again.
His thumbs parted her wet cunt again. His tonguetip touched the small, round, pink knob of her clitoris.
"Oh!" She took a sharp breath. "That's like lightning!"
His tongue darted forward for another stabbing contact with her exquisitely sensitive pleasure organ. Her hips jumped.
He shifted lower. He stabbed his tongue into her vagina. Her juices were plentiful there, dripping and flowing. He pressed his open mouth over her parted slit and his tongue snaked further into her inner cunt. The inner muscles contracted and rippled as his tongue-tip stroked against them with flickering, enticing contact.
He explored as deeply as he could. His tongue curled in and out with swifts shallow caresses of the labia.
He felt his cock begin to stir. A beginning heat of renewed lust warmed his loins.
He suddenly began lapping her clitoris.
Amanda's belly trembled. Her thighs jerked. She gasped, "Baby!"
He moved his head in dipping motions. His tongue was out, licking, licking, licking, as if her open cunt and little knob were an ice cream cone. But this ice cream and warm and endless and never stopped melting ...
Amanda made sounds ... as her undulations increased. She whispered faintly to herself. Her coital moves matched the regular lickings of his tongue. The contact on her clitoris began far back on his soft, slippery tongue, and as he head rose his tongue flipped up and her clitoris was slapped, left vibrating, thrilling.
"Shit, that's so good ... " She writhed slowly on the bed, as her pelvis pumped with his head.
Johnny had his mouth flush against her cunt. Her own hands moved down to her mound to hold the lips open for him. Her thighs were extremely wide.
His .hands slid under her thighs and-as she obediently lifted her hips-slid palm up under her globular buttocks. His fingers gripped the fatty, muscled flesh. His mouth ate her cunt His face was smeared with her juices. He gasped for air as he licked and probed and rubbed into the pink oval with his nose ... he thrust his nose into her vagina, then up over the swollen clitoris ... and finally as he felt the little knob grow harder, as it seemed to emerge still further from its hood, he worked his lips tightly into the tender pink wet crevice and closed his mouth over the stiff button ... and sucked!
Amanda waited and lost her rhythm.
He sucked the fingertip-sized organ deeper into his mouth. He lashed his tongue over the captured surfaces.
She squirmed ecstatically. "Ohhh, baby ... " Her mouth worked as she breath through O-formed lips, as if sucking a cock.
He probed with a fingertip between the cheeks of her ass and found her anus. He pressed a finger into her, steadily deeper, to the second joint.
"Uhh ... " She was breathing fast and deep. Her chest was a bellows.
He sucked fervently, not letting her extended clitoris escape his lips. He fucked her rectum with his finger.
Amanda writhed on the impalement and rocked her hips, digging the finger as his mouth and tongue took her quickly to a climax.
She wailed, "I'm going ... I'm going ... "
Her brown toes curled downward into the bedspread. Her lovely negroid face twisted into a tortured mask. Her full lips pulled away from her perfect white teeth* in a ferocious grimace ... Her breasts had expanded. Her dark areolas were puffed, her nipples were small blood-gorged stones. A flush of blood mottled her neck and face.
She was panting. Her head rocked from side to side. Her eyes were squeezed shut.
She ground her loins against his face. She was seized by the orgasm that exploded in her; she thrashed and cried out a series of crescendoing, keening moans.
Her thighs crushed his head in a soft vise. Her belly ridged and spasmed. Her anus relaxed and tightened on his pistoning finger.
He knew from long experience when to stop, when to ease off. He released her stiff clitoris from his lips. He licked it gently as her cries subsided and her thighs loosened and fell open again.
When her deep sighs of satisfaction began he stopped even that licking and pulled his face way from her still loins.
Amanda said shakily, "Come mp her�, baby. Give it to me." Her mouth hung open, waiting.
Johnny straddled her chest. His cock was only half hard. He sat on her breasts and heard the wheeze of her breath as she took his weight. He inched forward and fed her his semi-flaccid meat.
She loved this position for sucking. His cock slid softly into her welcoming mouth. Her hands came up and caressed the small of his back, then moved down to rub his tightly muscled buttocks.
Her mouth was full. Her loins tingled and sparkled with the receding afterglow of her powerful climax. She enjoyed the interlocking sensations. She suckled gently on his organ, a huge teat-substitute.
His phallus stirred in her warm, wet, softly enclosing mouth. Her tongue seemed to wave along the whole underside like a silken snake.
He could feel his cock growing, hardening, lengthening. It bloated in her mouth, began to throb, and pushed to the back of her throat.
She made muffled wet sounds. Her fingers dug into his rump. Her mouth was forced open wider by the swelling, thickening shaft.
Amanda's head was forced back into the sponge-rubber pillows that supported her head. Her wide lips reluctantly yielded and retreated as his blood surged into the spongy chambers of the phallus and expanded it to its massive hardness and length.
He pulled out of her mouth. His huge, creamy brown prick joggled in the air before her eyes. The shiny wet glan was as big as a plum.
She said, "Fuck me, but finish in my mouth."
He nodded. "It'll take me longer this time."
"Good. You just remember your jism is for my mouth."
He grinned. "Can't think of a better place." They couldn't afford to have a child. He didn't want one anyway. Neither did Amanda.
He got into position on his knees and elbows over her. Her thighs were wide open for his cock. She was still slick and juicy.
He let his cockhead dangle down and gently nudge the loose openness of her slit. He prodded easily against the exposed clitoris, and then inched backward with his knees, and arched forward with his hips ... so that his bludgeon-like cock prodded lower in her vulva, down close to the small gaping inner mouth of her vagina.
He pushed and his glans skidded into position, seated itself half in the slippery opening. He hunched and looked under to where the long bar of his cock was linked with her cunt.
Amanda laughed, "Peeping Tom."
He grinned and continued looking at their touching genitals. "I like to watch all that go in."
"I like to feel it go in."
He pushed with his hips and his big glans sank into her vagina as the ring of muscles around the entrance yielded.
Amanda made a deep chest-sound.
He began sinking his thick cock into her cunt. Inch by inch. Hot, hard meat. Into the jellylike sleeve that stretched to encompass the advancing bulk of his glans and shaft.
Half in. He felt a vague, delicious warmth and softness surrounding his glans.
More ... and the warmth seemed to clasp his cock with greater, yielding heat. The sleeve, the vagina was not endless. There was a ... something ... he was touching deep inside. Her cervix, he realized.
He glanced up at her face. Amanda's expression was self-absorbed. She became aware of his look. She said, "It feels good ... but ... "
He knew. He had heard it many times. She couldn't make it from fucking. Her mind resisted it ... and he was too long. He had nearly an eight-inch reach and the battering of her cervix soon changed her sensations to near pain. It turned her off.
But unless he piled it all in, her clit didn't get thumped.
But still he like burying his meat all the way into her belly. All that hard cock up in there!
He shoved and in it went! Up to the balls!
She gasped. "Jesus, baby ... !"
He strained tight against her. He ground his nappy pubic hair into the gaping pinkness, against the small ridge of her clitoris.
The walls of her vagina were stretched smooth. The posterior wall had been pressed deep-until he almost prodded her backbone. He felt the swift dilation of her cunt's mouth, a kind of spasm. The warmth of her guts was a sweet furnace. He wanted to stay buried in her like this forever. His cock throbbed ...
Amanda felt the throbbing. She felt like a balloon about to burst down in there. He felt like a baseball bat-so fucking big!
He pulled out slowly, until only his glans was in her, then plunged in-DEEP!-all the way.
Her face rippled. "Uhh!"
He fucked slowly, sensuously, enjoying to the limit the heat of her cunt, the subtle increased tension of her melting vagina as he went far up and in ...
His loins began to get a glow of pleasure that gradually impelled him to fuck harder and faster. He was hardly aware of the change, only that it felt so good to plunge in and out, to hear her soft grunts as he hammered all that rigid cock into her belly.
His ass flexed and moved, flexed and moved ... His breathing speeded, shallowed, and rasped.
Amanda interrupted his progression. "You're getting too close."
"Don't tell me!" He hated to be ordered, especially during sex.
"Finish in my mouth, baby. Please! I'm not using anything."
He knew that. He would have punched a diaphragm up into her womb. She couldn't use anything in there because he was too big, too long. It hurt her too much with him and a device. The pills were expensive. He and Amanda had always made it by mouth, anyway.
But it felt so good deep in her cunt!
He drove his meat in again, again, again ...
She moaned, "Fuck me in the mouth ... in the mouth ... "
Johnny finally pulled out. He came up over her, his cock like a rod of thick tan steel, jerking, glistening with her cunt fluids.
Her fleshy pink-red lips opened wide.
He didn't sit on her chest this time. This time he wanted movement-his movement. He said feverishly, "Prop your head a little harder."
She obeyed, her eyes full of the sight of his enormous, swaying erection.
He reared over her. He rested his arms and chest on the top of the headboard. His prick felt enormous. There was a heavy sensation, an awareness of power, and the hot, glowing, honey-tingle of lust in his gut, in the whole area of his loins.
He was breathing fast. He adjusted himself- the dangling, shiny, purplish glans hovered an inch from her eager mouth.
Her tongue darted out ... touched ...
He had to hold back. He eased the glans between the hot, active lips. The urge was to sham it in as far as in her cunt. Not possible!
She sucked on the plum-sized head. Her hands played games with his balls in his sack. She made a permissive sound--a want sound: more ... more ...
He pushed the hard cylinder of hot meat deeper into her mouth ... deeper, until he felt the resistance of her soft palate and heard the familiar " Ukk" sound of slight gagging.
He pulled back a little. Her tongue was like a velvet eel! He held himself still and let her suck , ... suck ... suck ... and her tongue whipped around under his pulsing glans, in a froth of saliva, overloading those clusters of pleasure nerves ...
And her hands began a gentle, feather-touching of his bonelike shaft, from where she sucked to the extreme thickness where it joined his body.
His legs started to tremble. Hot lava was stirring in him. A great hot, urgent fist was slowly closing in his guts. His cock was his universe! The pleasure was accumulating, a deep boiling pool!
Amanda drew her fingertips along the great body of his cock, and sucked and licked with knowing skill on the glans.
She knew he was close ... up there, nearly ready. She sucked and sucked and felt his legs shaking. She slid her hands around his hips to his tensed buttocks. She sucked hard, she fluttered her tongue against that special "drawstring" area of maximum sensitivity on the underside of his swollen glans ...
He gasped.
She pulled encouragingly. She drew deep, passionate lungfuls of air through her wide-open nostrils.
He gased, "OOHH-SHIT!" He shoved his cock to the back of her throat. Again! He butted the now super-acutely-alive tip of his cock against her palate. He fucked her mouth with short, powerful brutal thrusts.
She strangled and her head was buffeted, driven back into the pillows. Her mouth and upper throat were being raped!
She did not try to stop it. Her fingers dug nails into his ass, urging him on!
"SHIT-OH, HONEY! HONEY! MANDY!" He sobbed and spurted! Spurted! He didn't hear her gurgling, choking throat sounds.
Then the big glory of the orgasm was over and he became aware of her mouth sucking his last drops, of her hands milking his cock for it all, and the sensation becoming so acutely intense he couldn't endure it.
He pulled out. He lay beside her.
She swallowed his semen and licked her lips.
"You got the best cream, baby. The best."
The above detailed scene is a distillation of one long interview with "Johnny," and two interviews with "Amanda," concerning their sexual adjustment and the background in childhood for her adult preference for orality.
I used narrative techniques to illustrate the deeply emotional involvement that completely accepted and even compulsive and obsessive oral sexuality can create within the individual. The fact that "Amanda" is black is significant in that it reinforces the masochistic element in her character. She carries a strong guilt that requires punishment. She had arranged for punishment by being a "suck-off girl." Being black in a white-dominated world helps but is not enough.
Her guilt may rest in an infant's natural hate for its mother when the mother "denies" the infant her milk. The hate cannot be admitted and so is repressed and requires constant punishment.
Sucking serves two purposes-punishment as a "bad" girl and as a device to be popular, to gain substitute love ... love "denied" the infant Amanda who could never forgive the taking away of the teat and the breast warmth.
BURCH ROBBINS
Burch Robbins is one of the pioneer sexologists in the popular book field; many of his works date from the early and middle 1960's. Most of his books deal with the legal as well as the psychological aspects of human sexuality. As such, the broad spectrum of his writings covers voyeurism and exhibitionism, famous sex trials (Errol Flynn, Charles Chaplin, Fatty Arbuckle, etc.), dreams and sex, hypnosis and the physical reactions to the sex acts. One of his books is a standard in its field, Jailbait! A Legal Sex Dictionary. Another, Sexual Actions & Reactions, has been reviewed favorably and made part of a mid-western university book shelf.
Robbins was educated in the midwest, served in the Army Signal Corps during the Korean conflict, and has studied law and psychology. He has also written a number of novels and screenplays for television. At present he is publishing books in the psycho-sex field and continuing to write on various aspects of the subject.
CHAPTER FIVE: "Mary" as reported by Burch Robbing
Dr. Th. H. Van De Velde wrote that the four cornerstones of the temple of love and happiness in marriage are: (1) a right choice of marriage partner; (2) a good psychological attitude of the partners, both to the world in general and to each other; (3) a solution of the problem of parentage which meets the wishes of both partners; and (4) a vigorous and harmonious sex life.
The divorce rate in this country alone leads one to believe that some or all of these cornerstones are rarely taken into consideration by young lovers prior to taking "the big step." Yet if these four principles were to be displayed to unhappy couples at a divorce hearing, they would, if they were honest, probably pick number four as the chief reason for dissolving their marriage. But the breakdown of number four would also indicate that the first three had crumbled long before- probably even before the exchange of vows.
Out of the potpourri of physical and emotional reasons that are presented as the main cause of marital collapse, it is an established fact that over three-quarters of the annual divorces in this country are caused by sexual incompatibility. This is a conclusion drawn by marriage counselors, psychiatrists, lawyers, and clergyman after having interviewed couples experiencing marital problems.
To successfully seek out the root causes of sexual incompatibility, it would seem appropriate to refer back to the emotional development of each partner. If this development had been slanted in an undesirable direction or prematurely arrested, it would have had a tremendous effect on the behavioral (sexual included) responses of the partners toward each other. Unfortunately, because this might be a lengthy and costly procedure, a number of married couples are prone to avoid it and instead accept either of two choices: they continue to stagger through the marital facade or simply end it by acquiring a divorce. The first choice is masochistic while the second would not necessarily be the answer to their problem.
In the following case history, Burch Bobbins describes the activities of Mary F., a divorces who remarried, and her proclivity for using aggressive sex as the main bulwark of her marriage.
"I opened my eyes to look around. The room was dimly lit with a kind of blurred yellowish glow. Otherwise, it was dark and shadowy. I was stark naked, lying on a wooden table. My legs were half hanging off the end and the only way I could keep them from dangling was to raise them up. To do this I had to spread my thighs wide apart, but if I tried carrying them like that for long I'd get stiff. Unless something was going on down there. Then, at least, I'd have someone to hang onto.
"Under my head was a small hard pillow. It wasn't too comfortable, but it allowed me to look down the length of my bare body-and beyond, where some naked men were standing around.
"I was sweating all over. There was a gleaming trickle between my tits that was dribbling down to my stomach. I could see the shininess of my wet pussy hair, too.
"I was still breathing hard, feeling pretty lousy because one of the guys had just finished fucking me for all he was worth. He had stood there at the edge of the table pumping his fat prick into me. He finally came, irritating my cunt with his jamming. When he dropped out, dripping both my juices and his, I was happy it was over. Besides all that, my legs ached, and, just like with all the others, he hadn't made me come, either.
"Then, one of other guys came over to my table, looked at me for a second, and began feeling hot all over again, like when we started this whole scene.
"His legs and thighs were dark and hairy. He smelled some, too. But as he positioned himself over me, and I saw his heavy balls hanging and swinging over me, I felt my body respond to its real needs. His cock was long but not stiff and hard yet. I licked my lips; I could hardly wait to get it into my mouth.
"He took my head in his hands and forced me up and forward, towards his hardening prick. Oh, how I wanted it in my mouth. I ran my tongue lightly over the head of his cock, and he told me he really dug that. He was getting throbbing hard now. I liked that a lot.
"Savoring it, I let my tongue run across the tiny hole of his prick and he moaned, which in turn made me groan and move my body around. Then he shoved forward, needing to get sucked. It felt great, slipping between my lips like that. Running it around inside my cheeks, and under and around my tongue, turned us both on high. Gently, I let the tip of my tongue slip the head of his cock to where the thin lining separated it from the shaft He jerked as I hit his tenderest part. I really dug that. We both knew then we'd make it good.
"He was hot, hard and juicy by now. Rolling that big thing in my mouth was pure heaven. My eyes were closed in rapture and I drank in every thrust. I was revved up-even the aching in my legs had begun to subside. I raised them again, as it was just too much letting them hang like they were. Now, my ass was partly off the table, and again my legs were spread wide apart. My cunt, sweaty and steamy, was really wide open too. I was ready, pussy or asshole, for anything anybody wanted to give me.
"The guy I was sucking was getting it on now. I began tightening up, creating suction, and he was becoming serious about being blown off. We were both digging it, having gotten into a rhythmic pattern that suited us both. I felt that hot cock digging deeper into me with each thrust. Once, his tip just touched the roof of my mouth, and then, for a second, the back of my throat, sending wild shivers all over my body. I tasted a bit of his come then; it was warm and salty. I wanted the rest of it crashing into my mouth soon. Damned soon. I thought I was going to make it myself at that moment, but I just moaned and held back.
"It was beautiful. As he slipped deeper in, I felt every vein and every throbbing artery of his crazy cock. I ran my tongue around the rim of his head and we both felt creamier. For a long time it was simple. He was fucking my anxious mouth, I was sucking his jamming prick.
"It was about then I felt wild, like it all might be getting away from me. I needed him to come. I had to have his frantic prick shoot off hard into my mouth so I could suck him dry, turn him inside out, swallow his burning jizz. Moaning for more of him, I tried squeezing his ass, forcing him to shove harder. Once, I thought I was going to gag. He was so deep I felt the hairs around the base of his cock tickling my nose!
"Just then, as we were both approaching the groovy final stages, I felt hands grab my own ass. I was being raised up, spread apart. Suddenly I got frantic. Were they going to take this cock out of my needy mouth? Was I going to have to stop sucking? No! I wanted to scream hysterically. Let me! Let me suck ...
"Someone was playing with my tits and it felt great. My body was moving uncontrollably anyway, so it didn't matter who was doing what to me. My nipples got hard, and then hands began feeling my soaking pussy and my ready ass. I thought I was going to faint with all that was happening to me at the same time.
"Fingers pulled juices out of me and dragged them down to my asshole. My heart throbbed and I was scared. Was some guy going to fuck my ass, and maybe split me wide open? I was too far gone by then. My body was bucking, and I was feeling hotter than I ever had in my life!
"Then, I felt something thin and. long slip smoothly into my asshole. It was a finger, I was pretty sure of that. Past the tight ring, I was okay. He was finger fucking my asshole, and I couldn't stop him, nor did I care at that moment. Tears formed, that I know, and I'm sure nobody would have believe that at that second I thought I'd died and gone to some kind of wild and crazy sexual heaven.
"Coming right then was the my twenty-five years of life.
"My body gave up to it all. The guy's hot cock just rammed home and I thought I'd happily choke to death. I tightened my mouth's grip, like a tight fist jacking him off. That was better for both of us. He shoved frantically, and then stopped cold in his tracks. I was sucking him so hard he couldn't stand it. But his stopping meant he'd gone as far as humanly possible. I knew what was to come next-him.
"The first magnificent shot of hot come hit the back of my throat like a bullet. I sucked so hard as to taste him. Deeper, harder. I reveled in it then, drinking him hungrily as he shot load after load in my loving mouth. I sucked it, man, pulling his hairy pumping ass and thighs into me as fast and as hard as I could.
"And all the while I was coming like a cow pissing on a flat rock!
"Just as my body spasmed and rocked involuntarily, 'way up there on God's own cloud, the finger up my ass shoved home and the pain racked me from toes to ears. Half hurting, half thrilled, I bucked over and over, moaning, groaning, dying for it never to end, no matter what.
"There was a frantic thumb pounding my hot clit, so there was no way in hell I could miss coming. I must have fainted, or blacked out for a second-it didn't make any difference. I could have died, and never known a damned thing about it.
"When the guy finally got his ass off my heaving chest and another anxious guy eagerly began climbing on to take his place, I could hardly wait to get his big thick hot cock into my mouth.
"Now these guys were grooving. Now they were on my wave length. I could make it now. Keep up with them. It was the way. My way. The only way."
Just looking at Mary F. would have you denying the voice, the description, and the actions of this young woman of compact size, with a pretty face, soft skin and gentle smile. There was no denying it, however. Mary had come back to me after a couple of years of a new marriage and a new baby. She had been a part-time researcher and secretary for me in the middle and late 1960's. A sharp no-nonsense former legal secretary, Mary had been recently divorced when we first met-and had had to become self-supporting, what with a small son in tow. Though we had from time to time discussed some of my work, Mary never actually let on that there might be sex problems in her own life.
When she finally left my employ, she was pregnant by her new husband, Fred. She had told me about him for more than a year. He was, Mary kept repeating, all a girl could possibly want in a husband-plus, he had been willing to adopt the son from her previous marriage.
Once, I asked casually why Fred seemed the perfect husband, and Mary summed it up by saying he was "comfortably square." A small town semi-religious advertising copywriter, Fred seemed, to my own way of thinking, a bit slow for Mary. Or else she had decided to set a new and different pace so that together they could make a good life.
In any event, I was delighted to meet Mary under clinical conditions. Briefly, from assembled meetings, her story can be capsuled this way:
"In my first marriage-Marty R. and I got married when I was sixteen-I learned all I know about sex. Marty was a great lover, if nothing else. He never could support us, but that's another story. I always was what he called a 'hot little box,' and between his fingers and mine I'd known about coming from the time I'd reached my twelfth birthday.
"In the back seat of his jalopy was where I learned the basics of every kind of sex except intercourse; that, Marty figured, came naturally, so why bother? His major rule was that he'd never marry a girl who wasn't a fantastic blow-job. That was how he put it, plain and simple. He was twenty-one, and he said he'd been blown on the average of once a week from the time he was fifteen or so. I was scared, but I dearly loved Marty, so I just told him I'd do anything he ever wanted, no matter what it would be.
"Marty had a long skinny prick. I guess I was pretty lucky for that, at the time, because when he first fucked me in the ass I nearly screamed from the intense pain. He was screwing me dog-style, warming us both up, and creaming his cock so it would slip in easily. He'd jerk it in and out of my pussy for a while, then run his prick around my asshole so it would get wet. I didn't mind, because I was really a swinging fool back then. I'd come in a second, no matter what Marty would do to me, or me to him. That's how turned on I was all the time.
"Well, Marty wasn't too subtle. When he figured it was time to jam it into my ass, he did just that. No warning, no preparedness, no Vaseline, no nothing. Because he was so skinny, his poler got past my asshole ring fairly easy. But it hurt! Marty pumped and rammed it home anyway, and I died of pain with every thrust. Until I felt him jerk and lunge prior to his coming. Then I seemed to ease up. Taking him felt better. And when that hot jizz shot wildly up my ass ... well, I suddenly came, too. And his balls pounding against my tight little ass didn't exactly turn me off either, you know. So, all in all, pain or not, this little girl had her orgasm.
"Anyway, I never did get used to ass-fucking. In fact, I tried subtly to steer Marty to anything else, whenever I could. I shudder to think of a guy with a big fat prick ramming it in my ass, but back then I didn't even think of other men. That's how I got onto sucking cocks.
"Marty taught me how to blow and taught me when, as a well. Like if I was having my period, or when we're at a drive-in or other cramped quarters, when I might not want to fuck or come (which was never!), or when that's the only thing Marty wanted. He didn't realize it would become my favorite source of sex, no matter who did it to who.
"I would soul kiss him first, until he was all hot and bothered. Then, we'd play with one another's nipples until we'd get one step hotter. By the time we'd have each other naked, and Marty would tantalize my steaming cunt with his educated fingers, I'd be going down his abdomen with a tongue that really needed to lick his body.
"I'd run my tongue all over his inner thighs, take his balls, gently in my mouth, and tongue and lip underneath, on top of, and all around his long throbbing prick. Holding it in my hand, I'd lick it up and down like a kid with an ice cream cone. All the time he'd be working on my pussy and clit, and I'd jerk my little ass as I'd come. Pretty soon, of course, Marty would get antsy so I'd take the head of his cock between my lips and give it plenty of sucking action. And, with the tip of my tongue, I'd twirl around his sensitive head as fast as I could, driving him absolutely wild!
"I'd be jacking him off with my hands, of course, having only the head of his thing in my mouth. When he'd start jumping around frantically, I knew he'd be coming soon. So, then, I'd begin slowly taking more and more cock deeper and deeper in my mouth, never losing that all-important sucking action. I'd be having these funny little orgasms all the time, loving every one of them. But when Marty would finally make it, come charging violently into my waiting mouth so I could hungrily take and swallow all of his groovy juice, I'd really made that one big orgasm. I'd shake all over. I'd have to suck him just to keep from falling off the bed! I'd hang on to his ass or legs or waist while all the time I'd be sinking farther down on his shooting prick.
"Sometimes Marty would lay me down and fuck my mouth. To keep from choking to death, I learned to make my mouth as educated as my hands or my cunt. In time, I ran the action, not Marty, and he begged me to suck him dry almost every night Because sucking meant so much to me-it provided the only orgasms that ever thrilled me-I did whatever Marty wanted. I couldn't get enough of him jamming his prick into my mouth. For a time there, I got horribly frustrated after he'd come!
"It was because we both dug this same crazy sex that we forgot about money and jobs and paying bills. I was pregnant then, and scared, so I nagged Marty until we broke up. For sex, after Marty, there were my fingers, getting picked up at dances or drive-ins, or letting a lez hustle me. None of it was ever very satisfying. One man I dug told me what a rotten slut I was to want to suck him off. After that for a long time I didn't even try it with dates-a mistake, of course, because most men dig it as much as I do, and without it I couldn't make it, so the whole scene turned out to be a horrible, frustrating waste.
Fred came into my life at the right time. I needed somebody real. Somebody solid and dependable. And nobody is better in those departments than Fred. He's talented and handsome, saves his money, pays his bills on time, loves kids, a nice clean home, and has a lot of fine friends and a loving family. Fred is a great lover, too, so I could never complain of that-if fucking only makes a man a great lover.
"Yes, that's my trouble. I can't get dependable, solidly respectable, middle western Fred to even try any other kind of sex!
"Approaching anything else could actually mean marital troubles for me. I remember, after a terribly frustrating holiday weekend, I needed to make it so bad I threw caution to the winds and began tracing my mouth down Fred's belly, heading toward his beautiful cock. He got "hot fast, you can bet on that; hot and stiff and oh! so throbbing, as I frantically licked all around its base.
"I ran my tongue up and down it, sobbing as I felt the familiar vital twinges revolving all through my aching cunt. But just as I began taking his gorgeous head deep in my mouth, Fred suddenly jerked away, twisted our bodies around frantically, and rammed that sweet cock hard into my anxiously waiting pussy. Fred pumped me for all he was worth, and, as we clung desperately together, he came. It was a long, especially good, fuck, he admitted later but Fred never again would allow me to kiss him below his chest. I realized we couldn't discuss the problem openly, much less intelligently. Sucking was, to Fred, a dirty rotten queer part of sex. Needless to say, no matter how turned on I was ... I didn't come.
"I haven't any idea how many girls there are these days whose husbands are too strait-laced to enjoy every kind of sex freely. I remembered all the books I typed for you, and I thought possibly my story could help open the eyes-and hearts-of some of your readers."
Even if this case suggests a "man bites dog" situation, it is true that there are a number of husbands in our sexually unenlightened country who have sex only one way. And while that position (man atop) may be most acceptable, in order to solidify modern marriages, men and women who care for one another must add the variety to their sex lives which nature allows by dint, thought, desire, imagination, and consideration for the mate.
What about Mary F.'s situation? Does she give up a marriage that is, in every way but one, right and proper? Does she try to give up her sexually driven oral instincts? Or, does she go on attempting to convince her husband that their sex lives can be far more than what it is now?
"The only time I ever gave any thought to adultery was in my dreams-and nightmares. It got to me, really. I would dream of playing with the cock of our neighbor's German Shepherd! And even sucking it! I dreamt of having the half dozen stock boys from the supermarket up to the house-not one at a time, mind you, but all together at the same time-so I could blow their innocent hot pricks. Only once did I confide in anybody; not like the minister I trusted, but another woman, thinking that at least there I'd have an ally.
"Marty A. was a gal I met casually at the drug store in our shopping center. I can't even remember how we met, but it seems we kept, bumping into one another often. Now that I think about it, maybe she planned it that way. Anyway, Marty and I got to talking one lazy summer afternoon-about men and sex. It was after a bad night for me-no sleep, lots of sexy, fantastic dreams, and no orgasms-facts that probably set me up pretty easy.
"Marty had her own problems, she told me, all about guys who were always after a girl to do one thing or another she didn't want. I became interested mainly because it seemed that we had exact opposite troubles: me not enough, she too much. Playfully I suggested we swap husbands, households, friends, and sex problems for a while. Her eyes lit up as I confessed-openly and freely-my own frustrations. Immediately Marty brought me up to her home. Johnny, her traveling salesman husband was on the road, she said, and she was glad to be free for a week or so.
"Marty had really come to life, but I was more frustrated than ever. I wanted to go home, to at least finger-fuck myself for the rest of the afternoon so as to be ready for Fred when he wanted to fuck me. Instead, Marty seemed to be egging me on sexually. First she stripped naked and slipped into a terry robe and suggested I do the same so we could sit around the pool or swim nude if we wanted to. I was apprehensive, but seeing Marty so casual about being naked made me do the same. I felt a bit strange, especially when Marty lay back on a lounge, throw open her robe and let the warm sun caress her bare body.
"Marty's body wasn't nearly as good as mine. She was all angular and bony, good long legs, a flat abdomen, a high, round ass and small, up-tilted boobs with pointed, erect nipples. Mine was rounder, softer, shorter, but with a broader butt, more graceful curves, especially around my full but still-firm tits and larger, redder nipples.
"When I spread my own robe open, Marty began staring at me, her eyes appearing to caress my body everywhere. Maybe I imagined it, but in an odd way, I couldn't get un-turned off!
"After a few minutes, Marty trotted out some mini-stag color slides which we viewed through a small 3-d set-up held by hand, I didn't realize it at first, but this gave Marty an opportunity to come real close to me. We never did re-fasten our robes, so the musk of sweating, heated female really lent a glow to our watching the sex scenes. For some reason or other, I couldn't just get up, get dressed and leave. I was not only fascinated, I'm sure now, but thoroughly tempted by this situation.
"The pictures finished the job of getting me all primed for a sex pitch. There were the conventional fucking pairs and even a trio and two couples. There were some good orgy shots and even some homosexual playing around (which didn't at all appeal to me). When Marty got to the sucking pictures, though, we both knew where my desires were. Guys eating girls were okay, but when there was sixty-nine I actually allowed a groan to slip out. Twisting around in my chair, I felt like jumping the first guy I could find in the street! Instead, the fine warm hand of Marty moved to my neck and cheek. Gently, softly whispering for me to relax, Marty let her hands roam across my chest to each flaring nipple, one at a time. She knew how to twit them so they got fire-engine red and stiff and hard like little pricks. And, so sexy I could hardly contain myself.
"By then I'd given myself up to having her do whatever girls did to other girls-swearing I'd do nothing in return. But Marty was shrewder than I was-far more so than I realized. Here was a gal who would get what she wanted and give me what I had to have too-all without benefit of a man, the male animal possessor of that big thing I needed then as much as life itself.
"Her kisses made me feel like no man ever had. Sweet, knowing, and nonstop, Marty licked me everywhere. Slipping out of our robes, we dropped to the grass where she sucked my nipples and made my body her toy to play with as she pleased. I watched as she traced down my hot body with her cool tongue-until she gently spread my legs apart and began licking my dripping cunt hungrily. Moaning-which lent a wild addition to her eating-she dug her mouth deeper into my gaping, needy hole, raising my pumping ass off the ground. Her lips moved from around my asshole -and she stuck her pointed tongue-tip in there as far as she could-up the perineum and back into my pussy. I grabbed her hair with both hands and literally crammed her as far up my cunt as possible. Over and over she licked and sucked, half biting my stiff clit, half, gorging herself on my constantly flowing juices. Frantically, almost madly, I clawed at her to give me release-and how she tried! But I couldn't make it ... I just couldn't get over that horrible hill!
"It was then that Marty showed me how sharp she really was. She stopped eating me and kissed my lips and told me she'd be right back. I tried relaxing while she was gone, but the entire sex sequence seemed too much for me. Just as I though I'd become hysterical, Marty returned. Shushing me, she lay me back down again on the grass, only this time she got on top of me, in the sixty-nine position. I tried protesting, not wanting any part of eating another woman, when I suddenly saw poised above me ... a stiff, throbbing penis!
"In a second or two I realized it was a phony cock, but it was the best imitation dildo I 'd ever seen in my life. By then Marty was back to eating my cunt and my body began again to respond as my ass tightened and began rhythmically bucking. I was transfixed by the 'cock' above my face, as Marty moved in a fucking motion toward my mouth. I wondered if I could do it; close my eyes, feel it, try to suck it as if it were a man's prick. Once more Marty had begun bringing me to fever pitch down in my cunt. I groaned, becoming desperate. I clasped her head in my hands and tried forcing her inside me! Closing my eyes, I thrashed back and forth, up and down, in and out, when suddenly ... I felt a hot tip touching my lips.
"I was afraid to open my eyes. I was momentarily startled, of course, but still well within the aura of the reality of the sex scene. I had to make up my mind. It was nudging my lips, trying to part them to get inside. Just like a man's hot cock, I thought, and in that second, I made up mind. I let it happen. I let lips part and let my tongue begin licking the cock. Then I was to open my eyes -in shock! I felt like-tasted exactly like-the real thing. A real honest-to-goodness stiff, hard, hot, throbbing man's prick!
"Hungrily I began to suck it, forgetting all about toys, phony cocks, lesbians eating women's pussies and everything else except the 'man' above me, fucking my mouth, letting me suck trim' deeply, happily, hungrily, greedily. While 'he' was going down on me at the same time.
"It was magnificent. The more it drove into my mouth, the farther away the possibility of its being phony. Over and over I experienced the little comes, as I call them, the small but beautiful semi-orgasm which for me become a ladder up to the huge, fantastic real blockbusters that finish me off. Marty must have instinctively understood, because with each moan and groan she went deeper. It was when she began fucking me in earnest though, that I had the idea I'd get to my final explosions come hell or high water.
"It was possible for her to come too-that I knew from reading about certain kinds of strapped-on dildos, the kind that tied around back, but which had funny little caressing fingers holding onto the wearer's clitoris. So, when Marty began moaning also, and began pumping deeper and deeper into my mouth, I became a bit frantic. A man's coming was vital, of course, but I had to have his juices shot into my mouth too. That, I believed, was what would stop me, even when she came.
"Still, I went along, sucking cock to my heart's content, while being eaten by a marvelous expert. Our rhythms were perfect by then, and I began what I knew to be the last charge up that hill- toward my big come. It was beautiful and oh how I wanted it deep in back of my throat. I sucked it, licked it all over with my tongue until tears of abject happiness trickled down the sides of my cheeks. Running the tip of my tongue over the tiny mouth of the prick almost made me come off right then.
"Suddenly Marty emitted a low, strangling moan. Her entire body stiffened. I bucked, crying out for more, more, more! It took only a split second, but she became mobile again. Like a man, the cock jammed forward, deeper and seemed-again like a hot man too far gone to stop--to expand and shudder. In a flash I understood. I sucked harder and then harder still. And then it came. Just like a man, hot, milky, deep, like soft, salty bullets, over and over, faster and faster. Crying, I swallowed all it could give me, desperately sucking for still more even when it was completely empty.
"It was one of the most erotic moments of my life-that I could never deny. I was a little ashamed, more than somewhat embarrassed, knowing, as I did, that I'd had some of the most fantastic sex with a lesbian and a dildo. But while it was happening, it was tremendous.
"Marty explained later that she'd filled the balls of the dildo with a semen-like concoction (that was naturally edible), and when she knew we were both about to make the really big orgasm, she reached around and under and gave the balls some heavy squeezing. All that remained for me to activate it was, of course, the constant sucking action. Once I realized it, naturally I gave it my all-just as it gave me its all!"
Mary explained that she never again experienced a lesbian encounter. She said after thinking about it (that) she simply couldn't "hack it," the knowing all along it was woman-to-woman and that what would finally come into her mouth was not from a man but from a false penis and not a natural emission at all.
Unless Mary F. makes some decision to leave her husband, not very much will ever change for her. Fred will probably never come around to free, open sexuality, the kind that Mary needs for fulfillment as woman, wife, mother. She certainly hasn't made any such decision yet, loving Fred as she does, needing his kind of security too. Then there are the children, one by each marriage but being brought up as part of one happy family. Mary has little choice then; and because of that fact, she tries hard to keep from fighting with Fred for oral sex at home, while trying equally hard to keep from straying from her marriage vows. As one consequence, Mary makes no attempts at loving another man-while having all the oral love she can with more than one man at a time. And, as time progresses, less frequently-yet much more frantically, as she herself admits.
"It's become the best and easiest way. I never know the men and never see them again. Like a prostitute who specializes, I find the men, set it up, take all I can get and break it up. Everyone knows it's just for the moment and nobody makes any demands or tries to see one another again. It isn't exactly organized, but somehow the whole deal becomes possible. Yes, sometimes strange things happen and I might find myself in a tough situation, but I have to have what I crave and any price is what I have to pay no matter what.
"I always dress attractively anyway, but when I'm in heat, so to speak, I try to appear sweetly provocative, you know what I mean? I always attract a man who I notice works or plays in groups. In a bowling alley, in a loan office, something like that. Once we get together, for a drink or for a walk or drive, I let him try his techniques on me. I've never met a man-with the exception of my own husband, damn it-who didn't want a blow job. We neck and pet, even though I'm impatient to get into his pants and get my thick red lips around his big throbbing prick. It doesn't take long for us to get hot, so we go someplace, his apartment, my place or even out somewhere. Cocksucking isn't like fucking in a car, you know; a guy can be relaxing against the seat and nobody would know he's being blown.
"Immediately I unzip his pants and pull them and his shorts down past his knees. He's got a hard-on naturally. When he sees me licking my lips, he usually takes my head and shoves me downward. I like to take his balls in my hand and roll them around some. All the while I'm running my tongue the full length of his stiff prick. When I run the tip of my tongue under the head, where the skin stretches when a man is at his hottest, they all crumble fast. I dig the moaning and groaning; it turns me on harder.
"I know when a guy needs sucking off badly. No matter if he's got a short one or a lengthy cock, a fat one or a skinny prong, when he is needy, he pumps and tries to get me to swallow it whole. It's then I begin letting it lie flat on my tongue while I suck it in a steadily mounting, faster rhythm. As I tighten around it, drawing it deeper within my mouth all the time, the guys begins getting up there mighty quick. I squeeze his balls and take the base of his prick in my hand, jacking him a bit down there. Pretty soon, depending on the control a guy's got, I can figure just when I'm going to get the juice I'm after.
"When they come, though, they're all the same! The whole body tightens and stiffens. For a second or so, everything seems to come to a screeching halt. It's then I suck all the harder. Once the guy gets beyond that point-the point of no return-his prick is at its hardest. His balls tighten too, you know, at that last moment. Then it all breaks loose. He doesn't know whether to crap or go blind! He's out of control. Everything he does is involuntary. One thing sure: he wants to fuck his big cock right through the back of my head!
"His first shot of come breaks all tensions, his and mine. It's the hottest and the hardest. It doesn't need sucking out, but the rest does. He needs that suction at that moment more than he needs breath, I sometimes think. I need it too, so I suck until neither of us can make it any more. He softens almost instantly, but that doesn't mean we stop. It's when he's dried up-I've got it all-that he caves in altogether. For all intents and purposes, for a few seconds, he's dead. His cock droops and folds up like an accordion. My jaws hurt just a bit, but I know it's been a labor of love. We're both pretty satisfied by then, so nothing much really matters.
"But for me he is only an intro-to other men, men who, like him, want and need their cocks sucked off. Maybe their wives don't dig it-that's the one I hear most often-wives or girl friends or both. Maybe they've never really had a good woman suck it for them-I hear that frequently, too. And maybe it's just been a long time between the last good one and this one. It costs them nothing-another factor, believe it or not. For me it's the idea of a lifetime. I never know if I'm approaching a vice cop, a friend of a friend of my husband (or my own family!), or a man with a venereal disease. I just need it and although I'd much prefer making all kinds of sexual love with my husband only, it doesn't seem it'll ever turn out that way. So, once or twice a year-no more-I take on a whole gang of guys. (Jetting it out of my system (while taking it in, you might say), hopefully.
"We rent a room or go to some guy's house. It's usually on a kitchen table for me, because of my personal needs. Most men douse the lights, but it means nothing one way or the other to me. We all strip naked and while ninety-nine percent of the men aren't fit to pass the easiest kind of physical-and they come in all ages, sizes and shapes-I like it when they look over my sexy nude body and find great satisfaction in realizing-perhaps for the first time-that this girl is the one who will give them all the sex pleasures they'll want in a very short time.
"The one rule is I blow them all at least once-not a very tough rule at all, as you might imagine. Anything else they do has to be okay with me. Some guys like me on my knees, some want to straddle my mouth and others like it on their sides, together in sixty-nine or even while they're standing up straight. I couldn't care less. Naked and with stiff hard-ons, I want to get going immediately. Just for a minute or two there's slight embarrassment and a little backing off. I usually select my old buddy who helped put it all together (and whom I initiated) and remind him what it was like. He has no trouble remembering and soon the party gets going real good. While my friend is getting his cock sucked off, some guy will remember a long forgotten dream (that never took place) about making it in an orgy or something like that -and he'll get carried away and start in fucking me, from behind or some way or other. Thus, I'm getting it in my mouth and in my pussy at the same time-so we're all thrilled.
"Actually, though, what goes on down around my cunt is entirely up to the guys. While I'm sucking happily on cocks, I come no matter who does what or how it's done. I can't say it's all been great, though. I've been hard fucked in my asshole by thick cocks that should never have been tried. But while I'm blowing, I can't stop. I've had to have stitches from understanding doctors sometimes. I've had guys fucking my cunt and my ass at the same times too. And I've had guys try some weird things-to take advantage. Once it was a blind man ...
"What frightened me was his huge seeing-eye dog! The man was young, good-looking, single, and intelligent. I could have become involved, so I never tried seeing him again. His was a delicious prick, too-big, not too thick and straight and hard as a ramrod. I purposely took a long happy time licking him up and down and around his balls and asshole. The more he squirmed, the hotter I became right along with him. When I started sucking him, I knew that his would in many ways be a special kind of love. His hands gripped my hair almost at once. I panicked because I figured him for coming too soon, but something made me trust him at the same time "He did come fast, too. Fast and hard and I found myself coming ecstatically right then as well. But he never softened-and then I realized he'd be making it again. I let him stop cold while slowly, beautifully, I drank him in, sucked him dry, turned him inside out. I doubt anyone else in the room knew he'd come, so we just went on and on. We both understood and appreciated that.
"It was while we were doubly enjoying each other that the rest of the guys took advantage. I first noticed the dog because of its whimperings all the time his master and I were making it. Then, as we were coming up the hill for that second groovy time, I felt something being rubbed into my cunt; my body heat mixed with whatever made it seem to me to be a kind of meat. Right after that I heard the dog bark sharply. Then I felt its body hair inside my thighs-and before I could panic again I felt this rough, hard tongue licking in and around my pussy.
"It was real sexy, that was for sure, but I didn't really know how to react. There was more barking, a lot of shifting around and my blind lover was getting it on now. Suddenly I felt animal paws and nails on my stomach and my legs raised up high. The dog was humping closer and closer to me, trying to fuck me! I wanted to scream but couldn't. I had stiffened enough for me to suspect he was close to the big orgasm and because I could hardly believe the fantastically erotic things that might be happening to me while I couldn't do a thing about it.
"It was all over in seconds. I dug my fingernails into the blind man's bucking ass and pulled the hairs around his asshole and balls to make it special for him. He roared back and for a second all I could suck was the thick head of his massive prick. Then he jammed it hard and deep and came like a cannon shot. I sucked, drank, hungered-and at that same instant also came, but really big. Thick hot jizz banged into my cunt, a strange hot juice I'd never experienced before-a dog shooting it off inside me! It was all happening at once, all three of us making it in the same identical instant.
"Now it doesn't make any difference what men do to me. As long as I can suck them off, let them come forcefully, hotly into my hungry mouth, I'm happy-as many men as possible, as often as possible. Once I've got a cock going in my mouth, everything's groovy. I can live my two lives this way. Only this way. If I had to choose which one to give up ... God forgive me, in moments when I'm so needy to suck ... I don't know. I just don't know. That's how frightening it is to need something so bad and be denied it."
CONCLUSION
We have established that oral-genital relations have been present in man's culture since earliest recorded history. And like a speculative product on the stock market, it has had its good and bad moments as far as public expression is concerned. But despite the conflict that may be present within some of us, the purpose of this study has been to make one fact unequivocally clear: oragenitalism is an integral part of sexual play, whether as a precoital technique, or as a sole vehicle to orgasm.
The youngsters of the 1970's have a great awareness and deeper perceptiveness than their more gullible parents of the forties and early fifties- and we believe most parents would readily bend to this statement. Today's youth has been subjected to and rejected certain social and moral codes as being idiot relics of the past, designed to inhibit and subjugate the development of the individual. In regard to the surge of orality among today's teen-agers, H. Hadley Williams, in his book Oral Sex and The Teenager, makes the following observation:
"One has to throw away the book when dealing with today's teen-agers insofar as sexual surveys go. Yankowski's survey of the premarital sex was perhaps one of the most accurate. His survey showed that eighty-seven percent of his male and twenty-seven percent of his female subjects had some premarital oral experiences. In the past decade, we feel that the figure for the girls has gone up considerably."
And remember, Williams is discussing the future parents of the seventies and eighties. One wonders what public attitude on orality might be in effect twenty years from now. Frederica Rice, in her book First-Time Orality, discusses the current change of moral outlook as it applies to orality:
" ... in the same way that the high-buckle shoes and the Benjamin Franklin stove in the kitchen has given way to more modern, efficient and convenient replacements, so too are the Puritanical nonsense concepts being shucked aside while people start to realize that the full and necessary satisfaction deserved by every human being will start to come when individuals start to act like human beings and open up their minds and their hearts and accept the full and total body of their lover-a body made in God's own image.
"A penis is not dirty, and a vagina is not nor is the inside of the mouth per se. There is simply nothing 'dirty' or wrong about oral sex acts. They can and do lead many people to a level of happiness never before known in their lives."
This text has presented a small portion, a detail if you will, of oralism's total picture. It is the contributors' hope that a functional ray of knowledge has been shed on the reader's quest for truth and peace of mind in matters sexual.
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