For the first time since the beginning of the American Experiment, youth holds a majority over the general citizenry of the United States. Constitutional change, as much as activist protest, has shoved youth to the fore. Personally, the publisher thinks it is good that youth can now put its vote where its mouth has often been; shouting for reform, denouncing reactionarism, pleading the cause of the underdog. But the prominence of youth is a little "old hat" in terms of the behavioral sciences, the discipline upon which the Cameo Sex Reality Series is dependent. Young people have set the tone of sex practices for a very long time. They still do. They will tomorrow. They will during all future decades, too. And, as we review case history accounts of young sex practices in this report, it is important for us to remember that what is happening in the youth society affects the adult society, too.
And what is happening-what are the sex practices of the young that are different from the patterns of previous generations? Many things. Many sexual variations that were undreamed of a few short decades ago, including: Mate Swapping Group Sex Fellatio Cunnilingus Mammary Intercourse Mutual Masturbation....and other acts which seem supremely sophisticated for boys and girls in their teen years.
And how might these sex practices alter adult behavior? In a variety of ways, according to a psychologist who was consulted on the text of this report. This is what he had to say: "Youth has become synonymous with rebellion, change, nonconformity. Largely, the adult population sits back and watches, criticizes, complains, and thinks how different it was when they were young. It was indeed different, we must agree. Today's youth generation has created a life style, particularly in sexual areas, that is more rebellious than any previous generation would have dared. And by living their sexual revolution they are arousing adult curiosity, making the middle-aged American wonder if perhaps he has been missing something. And so a habitual practice of sexual variations by the young, and the publicity which is accorded these different life styles, will, I believe, make adults less disinclined to practice, at least in part, the same sexually free life styles. And youth will have been the social motivator of this change."
It will be interesting to see the sexual developments within our society during the next few years. We might speculate upon them as we read the case history presentations in this report.
-The Publisher
CASE HISTORY
Fellatrice in a Daisy Chain
Sexologists have often made reference to the compulsive fellatio syndrome, wherein the female subject is totally unable to control her desires to orally partake of the male penis. Just such a subject is Darlene J., an eighteen-year-old high school dropout, who was first introduced to fellatio by her nineteen-year-old boyfriend while they were both attending a beach party sponsored by the merchants of a popular bay city just south of Los Angeles.
Darlene had been reluctant to take part in such oral lovemaking, but at the insistence of her companion she experimented. Much to her surprise she found that she enjoyed having his steel manhood plunged in and out of her mouth and when his eruption could no longer be held back, her throat was bathed with his steamy love juices which she swallowed eagerly. Darlene's boyfriend was delighted to have a girl who was willing to perform mouth sex in addition to everything else he wanted to do.
But when he found out that after having gotten a taste of cock cream Darlene didn't want to do anything else but suck cock, he didn't think he was so lucky. At first it was fine since he loved to have his cock sucked as much as the next boy. But after a while, when Darlene would suck and suck, swallowing down one load of cream after another, it began to wear on him. And one time, following a marathon sucking session, the boy was unable to get a hard-on for a week!
Partly in order to save himself and partly in order to get some sex other than sucking, the boy talked Darlene into joining a group that he knew about, which was made up of both high school kids and college kids. The group had different spots for their meetings, and the whole idea was to strip down and suck and fuck anything and everything in sight! Naturally, Darlene took to it right away.
She is willing to put up with a prick up her snatch, as long as someone is providing her with a dick to chow down on at the same time. One of her favorite positions is getting on her hands and knees and letting a guy ram her dog-style. Sometimes she takes it up the ass, but it's only the older college men who ask her to do that.
In either event, up the ass or down the snatch, the position enables Darlene to suck on the cock of a guy standing in front of her. Then, while one boy is jamming his prick in and out of her twat, she's sucking happily on a dick.
This position also enables her to change sucking partners quickly in case the dick fucking her snatch is slow in coming. Darlene has no trouble in bringing a cock to a head in about two minutes, and there is usually a line waiting for a quick blow job.
She likes to get licked sometimes, and she's got a position for that, too. She lies down on her back and spreads her legs. That gives the one who's going to eat her box an open view to do his thing. Then, after he's in position, another guy straddles her chest and slides his prick between her boobs.
He rubs it back and forth between her tits, letting his hard shaft glide through the crevice faster and faster. A fair amount of perspiration builds up between Darlene's boobs when this is being done to her, and the dork glides quickly and easily.
Gradually the boy straddling her chest allows his cock to slide up higher and higher, until bit by bit it reaches her mouth. Darlene flicks her tongue out at the tool as it comes within reach, trying to give the engorged cock head a little lick or two.
Then, as the cock comes closer and closer to her mouth, she parts her lips and forms her mouth into a big 0. Then the cock slides in and the guy fucks her face for all he's worth. And sometimes Darlene lowers her teeth just a little to allow a little scraping when the hard cock goes in and out.
Sometimes, if Darlene is especially hot, she'll take the guy's cock out of her hot mouth long enough to line up two other pricks, one on each side of her. These she'll jerk off while getting fucked up the twat and in the mouth. That way as soon as the cock fucking her face shoots its load, there's another one, all hard and hot and ready to take its place.
Working in this way Darlene has attempted to suck two cocks at once, but found that her jaws ached too much and had to stop. Instead, she went from one to the other rapidly, sucking and nibbling on one a little bit and then quickly changing over to the other. Through sheer skill she managed to get a mouthful of seed from each of them within ten seconds of each other!
On some nights Darlene likes to play rotation, which is a variation of the daisy chain theme, all with the purpose of giving Darlene more cocks to suck. She lies on her side and allows a stud to position himself at each of her interesting parts. One lies in front alongside her and gets his prick nestled in her snatch. Another gets behind her and shoves it up her ass. Two other boys do their damndest to suck on each of her boobs while yet another squats over her face and drops his dick down her throat.
Darlene likes this position because it allows the cock to sink deeper down her throat than in any other position. The guy who's getting sucked actually sits on her face and presses down hard. The harder the better, according to Darlene, because that forces the prick down deeper.
In that position Darlene doesn't have to suck too much. The cock is jammed so far down her throat that her gag reflex takes over and her throat muscles actually milk the cream out of the organ.
Then, as soon as that cock has spurted, everyone rotates, playing a sort of musical chairs on the girl's body. Some nights Darlene spends the whole time playing with her daisy chain, and when one guy can't get it up anymore, he drops out and someone else takes his place. To her, that's the advantage of an orgy.
Toward the end of a typical evening, most of the men do have trouble getting their cocks to stay hard. No matter how much they might want to fuck or get their cocks sucked again, there is still the problem of getting it up after someone like Darlene has wrung it dry with her mouth.
But she has a solution to that problem. She keeps watch for a guy fucking a cunt, and right after he shoots and starts to pull his cock out of the glistening twat, Darlene moves right in and slides her mouth right down to the hilt of the still hard cock.
She doesn't even give it time to get soft before her tongue starts lashing it wetly and hotly, and her teeth nibble gently along the swollen rim of the cock head and her mouth begins to glide back and forth on its slippery hardness. She has learned to apply just the right amount of suction to keep an overactive prick from losing its steam. That way it gives the guy's system time enough to manufacture more of his fluid and get it coursing through his tubes before he's called upon to jet it out again.
Darlene figures that if all the cocks she sucked were laid end to end, they would stretch almost half a mile. And this would not count the repeat performances. And she also figures that she's sucked down enough boiling sperm to fill endless gallon jugs.
Her only wish is to hurry up and attain even more experience that will teach her how to suck a better cock.
CASE HISTORY
High School Swap Party Case
Subject: Chatty Griggs, seventeen-year-old high school senior, sexually knowledgeable but seeking fuller acceptance by her peers, resulting in a swapping arrangement with her school friends.
"Tricia said some pretty hot things about you," Chatty giggled as she moved about on the sofa, tucking her legs beneath her as she sought a more comfortable position. Her short skirt had creeped high enough to give Bud Hawthorne a pleasing view of her lush thigh flesh.
"Oh, hell, you're only kidding. What could Tricia say about me? We only fucked a few times and I didn't really get down to business with her."
"Oh, she told me plenty," Chatty laughed. "But let's forget about her now. This wine you've been feeding me is sure turning me on. I think I'm getting drunk."
Bud clinked his glass against hers. "Let's drink a toast to you and me."
"You and me?"
"Yeah, you're my baby! And I'm gonna give you all I've got, which is quite a lot!"
Chatty shivered and took a long swallow of wine. Then she gave him an innocent look. "I-I don't know what you mean."
"Feel here, baby!" he ordered, smiling faintly. "I've got something special, and it's all just for you!"
"Very special?"
He nodded and stood up. Chatty was acutely aware of his hard cock tenting out his pants as he rested a hand on her bare shoulder. She grabbed his cock through the cloth of his trousers and twisted her body to capture the delicious pressure of his fingers on her tits. She squeezed his dick, and he groaned.
"I'm warning you now, Chatty," he told her. "I'm no kid, and I'm not easily satisfied. If we go any further, it's all the way. Is that understood?"
Chatty managed a fluttering smile. God, his cock was so big! So big it might hurt her! "I-I understand," she stammered. "Jim already told me. But let's do it right. Let's go into the bedroom."
Chatty Griggs had been going steady with Jim Huff for some time, and with their crowd that meant all the privileges of marriage. Bud Hawthorne had shacked up with Tricia Marlow, but the time had come when their sexual and romantic pleasures were fading. Bud had confided in his friend, Jim, and both boys had agreed to a swap arrangement if the girls were willing. It took some talking on Tricia's part to get Chatty to agree. Jim was the only boy she'd ever let fuck her. She'd entered into the arrangement expecting a full, exciting, and meaningful sex life. She'd expected sex to be the most important thing in their relationship, but, unfortunately, she was soon disillusioned.
The disappointment had come soon and quickly. She'd gone to Jim, a virgin, and the first time he'd rammed his not-too-big dick in her, it hurt like hell. Perhaps Jim was too bent on his own pleasure to considers hers. Anyway, Chatty, an inhibited person, had naively assumed that her sexual fears would disappear after the first fuck job. They didn't. That first bad experience was a bad teacher, and she'd told Tricia, "If that's all there is to fucking, to hell with it!"
Tricia had tried to tell her what the shouting was all about. "Bud's big and good," she'd bragged, "and when he fucks me, I know I've been fucked! He knows all about sex, and he's had experience."
"Before Jim and I did it that first time, all I wanted was sex," Chatty confided. "But the whole thing is a drag, and Jim doesn't turn me on. Before that first fuck, I trembled all over if he simply touched me. Now-well, I have orgasms, but it's strange-they're orgasms without passion."
Any woman can probably have an orgasm if she and her partner use the right techniques. But when a woman talks about being "turned on," she's referring to a totally different feeling, the giving and receiving of pleasure, the body-and-soul experience of being female. The essence of sexual union is not orgasm; it is pleasure. And there is as much variety of sexual pleasures as there are individual human beings.
Tricia's parents were away on a fishing trip, and in the quiet, semi dark bedroom, Bud leaned over Chatty, gazing down at her naked breasts. They were nice breasts, Chatty knew, round and gentle and set wide apart, with pale pink peaks pointing outward. They were the color of rose petals, darkening and contracting into hard little buds as Bud took them between his lips.
"Oooh!" She stirred. "Is this how you make love to Tricia?" she asked.
He kissed her belly. "Yes," he said softly, browsing contentedly.
Chatty's hands played up and down his spine, felt under him, and found his stiff cock. It was pressed into her belly, and, God, it was big!
"Did you fuck Tricia yesterday?" she questioned.
"No."
"The day before?"
"What difference does it make?"
"Here, on this bed? On these sheets?"
"Oh, Christ!" he swore in exasperation.
Chatty began urging him and coaxing with her body, yet holding back, too, allowing him merely to tease and touch her to a certain degree.
"Is Tricia good?" she asked lazily. "Does she do this?" Chatty tilted her hips and rotated them against him. "Does she?"
"No," he whispered.
"Or this?"
He groaned. "Oh, damn you!"
Chatty laughed huskily. "How about this?"
She ran her hand over his hot belly, then down his naked hip. His cock lay close to her gaping pussy, big and long and throbbing. It was damp on its silky textured, mauve head.
She grasped the thick, hairy base with her right hand and raised his hard, blood-filled cock. She tried to shut out the sound of Tricia and Jim in the next room. She knew the two were naked and that Jim was sinking his cock into Tricia's body. She heard their moans and the making of wet sounds as their mouths fed each other.
Bud said throatily, "Come on, Chatty. Let me fuck you!"
His big, athlete's hands pinned her to the bed. He pushed down with his body until his thick, hard cock pushed open the lips of her juicy cunt.
She closed her eyes and tried to relax and cooperate. He pushed harder, and his big cock spread the lips of her pussy until she screamed out. "Oh, Jesus Christ, you're big, and you hurt!"
She clasped his cock with both hands.
Bud moaned and cursed, "Oh, shit!" He started thrusting his sensitive, hard flesh at her.
She held his prick to prevent it from entering her cunt again. "Oh, Bud, go easy!" she begged.
She let him get the head between her pussy lips again. He rested it there a moment, and it didn't feel so bad. Chatty relaxed. Before she knew it, her lips worked to thrust his cock deep into her. It ripped and tore into her body, going deep. She almost fainted from the hot pain of it.
It was hell, and it was heaven. After a few moments, some of the pain passed. Bud had almost all of his cock in her now. She played with his scrotum and tickled his anus with her fingertip.
"Oh, holy Christ!" he panted. His belly was rigid, and the muscles in his thighs were rock hard.
He jabbed her a few times and she gritted her teeth to endure it.
"Jesus! Jesus!"
Already, he was coming! She felt his cock expand inside her, felt his sperm explode, and now it was a joyous, eager excitement as he plunged into her faster, deeper. An animal sound tore from his throat as spurts of semen continued to splash deep into her cunt.
Chatty whimpered under him, wondering when the sweet agony would end. She was having an orgasm. He lay on her, and she felt his cock softening.
He relaxed and sighed, "You're a good fuck, Chatty. You really dig my cock, don't you?"
She lifted her head and nodded, then moved and cuddled against him.
Once more, his cock hardened, and he forced it into her. The pain wasn't quite so bad this time. He fucked her three times.
Later, they sat up, and through the opened door, they watched Jim and Tricia. Tricia was naked, blonde, a shadow in the weak light. She was on her back, under Jim, holding her legs high. Jim's cock went in and out of her open, defenseless cunt as he gasped and lunged and slapped hard against her thighs with every move.
Chatty watched Tricia's face. It was a picture of pleasure. She was crying and sobbing, "Not yet! Oh, don't go off yet! Not yet! Wait for me!"
They were both on the edge of a climax. Tricia began spasming, clawing, babbling. Jim was shooting in her, his face a distorted mask.
Chatty felt a quick accumulation of pleasure tensions and knew she was out of control. She felt herself coming. Bud's finger was in her cunt, searching her clitoris. She closed her eyes and arched her neck back. Her pleasure boiled up and overflowed. She couldn't contain a long, soft, "Ahhh"
A moment later, she was wanting Bud to fuck her. She scooted close to his warm body.
But he pushed her back and said, "What say we get a drink?"
"All right." Chatty sat up and reached for her dress. She slipped it on while Bud got into his shirt and pants. She hated to see his delicious cock get covered up. He left his shoes and socks under the bed.
They left the bedroom and went down the hall to the kitchen. Jim and Tricia must have worn themselves out. They lay on the bed, gasping and panting.
Chatty knew she had a lot to learn about sex. So when Charley Snare, a Protestant minister, came to town for a series of talks, she went to hear him. His specialty was trying to talk teenagers out of premarital sex.
"I never preach," Chatty heard him tell a reporter. "You lose kids immediately if you preach. I talk about what's the smart thing to do, rather than what's right or wrong. These kids prefer an intellectual approach to a churchy one-because to them the church stands for bigotry and the killing of all fun."
He said in his first lecture that great, uninhibited sex was a creation that God made for people to have a ball with, but that there were a lot of hang ups along the way.
"Holding back the physical urges until you're sure enough to get married is the smart thing to do; but if you can't-if you've had intercourse and are unable to stop it-then you've got to be responsible for your partner, and careful not to use the person in a cheap way. That's what's hurting young people who practice the 'new morality.' So many times, one of them is being used for the gratification of the other, and both of them suffer from realizing it."
Chatty wondered if that's what Jim Huff had done to her. Because Reverend Snare talked against premarital sex, many of the kids and young adults thought he was prudish. "You're out of it, Doc," they'd say. "You can't sell that bag anymore."
Of course, many of the kids' parents engaged in swapping partners, and the kids knew it. And it was getting to be a pretty common practice among the high school crowd. Kids will imitate their elders, you know.
On the other hand, because he publicly advocated contraceptives for those who couldn't resist, some of the older adults considered him far-out and said he was going to hell!
"The kids are what count," he'd grin. "They dig me."
But Chatty didn't quite dig him. The more she listened, the more confused she became. He had approached thousands of teen-agers around the country through lectures at schools and universities. At the beginning of each lecture, he would ask the members of the audience to close their eyes to shut out their neighbors. Then he would ask, "Do you think you were given an adequate education at home to prepare you for sex?"
Fewer than 5 per cent of the audience said yes.
Chatty's own parents had told her very little about sex. Her high school course in sex education had been confusing, and the most of what she knew, she'd gotten from Jim Huff and Tricia Mar-low.
After the kids had answered, Preacher Snare would continue, "Now, that isn't right, is it? Folks scream that kids are bad, but you can't expect them to cope with something if they're not prepared. And parents are doing nothing to prepare their kids for sex!"
Doctor Snare made it plain that he believed sex education should begin in the home.
And early.
"My advice to parents," he said, "is that it's better to teach too much too soon than to teach too little too late. By the age of ten or twelve, your child has sex coming at him from everywhere-his peers, movies, TV, advertising and books. The kids who really get fractured are those who move into this confusion without a home environment to sort out the facts for them. Fathers should sit down with their kids when they're real young and tell them what's good and what's bad. Give them all the proper definitions, including dirty words, defined without the aura of naughtiness that's only going to confuse them later."
He said one evening that the greatest sex training of all for a child to see was a loving, tender, father-mother relationship.
"Talk to your kids and listen, but don't preach," Doctor Snare advised. "That's one reason the church today can't help young people. Kids turn it off, for it has sinned against youth by being tragically selfish, in opposition to their ideals."
Maybe kids will come back to the church when it turns honest.
Chatty talked privately with Doctor Snare. She told him about her love for Jim and asked what she should do about sleeping with him. In the course of an hour, while she talked, he never said more than "yes" or "no," or "uh-huh." But at the end, she clutched his hand and thanked him from the bottom of her heart for solving her problem!
It was only a little later that she realized her problem wasn't really solved. She continued to "go steady" with Jim Huff, and they kept up the swapping business with Bud and Tricia. They even branched out with other couples.
The trouble was that Chatty could never decide if what they were doing was right or wrong. And the more she thought about it, the more confused she became.
CASE HISTORY
A Young Girl's Initiation to Fellatio
"Man, did that cocksucking turn me on! I didn't expect to feel that way about it at all, in fact, it was quite a surprise. But a pleasant surprise. Now that I know where the real action is, you can bet your sister's cherry that I won't pass up any chances for a lick-and-suck job. I haven't been at this for too long, but I sure as hell have sucked a variety of cocks. I don't care if they're thin or thick, short or long, circumcised or not. That's not what makes any difference to me.
"What really counts is all that good, hot, spurting cock juice that comes streaming out of those rods. There's nothing to equal the taste of a good mouthful of warm, salty cock cream. And I'm just the girl that knows how to gulp all that good stuff down. Shit, I gulp cock like a champ.
"And maybe I am a champ. At least that's what all the guys in school think. They come back to me time and time again, their beautiful young cocks just begging to be stuck into my mouth.
"I'll tell you the truth. Once I found out how much I liked to take a good hard cock in my mouth and make it dance the jig, I decided to find out all I could about the art of cocksucking. And make no mistake, there's an art to it, all right.
"There's a right way to do something and a wrong way. Although I can't quite say that there is really a wrong way to suck a cock. I mean, that would be like saying that there's a wrong way to enjoy ice cream, you know. Like, you just can't help but get a lot out of it.
"But when you do it right, with a little know-how in your mouth, then both you and the guy find out what it's like to ride on a cloud and soar through space. I mean it, that's just what it's like. The ground falls out from under you when the first hot spurt of jism shoots off, and there you are soaking up all of that white sperm and flying through the air on a rocket!
"Anyway, I was telling you about how I decided to learn as much as I could about it. I got this book called the Kama Sutra, and man-oh-man did that ever tell me what to do to a cock. I practiced on a hot dog for the longest time, my mouth watering all the while for the delight of a real cock, but I didn't want to rush it. I had already got several of the boys interested just from the little bit of pricksucking I had already done, and I knew that if I wanted to keep them coming I would have to build up a reputation that comes from being the best.
"'The very best cocksucker!' That's how I wanted the boys to know me. So I practiced on the hot dog until I got the technique right, and then to get the suction part of it down pat I would practice on spears of cucumber, sucking and sucking on them, pressing them tight against the roof of my mouth with my tongue and then sucking the hell out of those spears until all the juice was gone and there was nothing but a mushy pulp.
"Wow! I hoped that I didn't ever do that to a cock. After all, one less cock to suck would be a tragedy, especially since it meant so damn much to me.
"I had found out just how much cocksucking meant to me at the initiation ceremony for the secret society I had joined in high school. At that time I was a junior, and even though I was a little on the short side I had as much to offer in the boob and cunt department as any other seventeen-year-old girl in my class.
"My breasts jutted out like torpedoes on a warship, and sometimes when I got aroused and my pussy started puckering up, the little tips on my breast would get hard and press out against my blouse, and all the boys would stare and lick their chops. I mean, it was just that noticeable!
"And any time I had been out on a date the boy would really go wild over my tits. Usually it took no time at all before he had my dress or my blouse unbuttoned and the hooks on my bra undone. And then, after he fondled my boobs like a farmer squeezing his melons, he would burrow down into their soft warmth, letting his tongue lick around and around the tingling flesh and licking the hell out of me.
"With his free hand he'd get up under my skirt and into my panties, letting his finger work around and around in my kinky cunt hair, finally dipping down and slipping a nice hard finger into my hole.
"Naturally he didn't put it too far in because of that cherry of mine that I still had in there. I wasn't too sure just when I wanted a cock up my cunt for real. I guess it was just that I hadn't ever been really turned on to the point of wanting to get fucked. At least, not until the initiation and my first cocksucking job!
"It was right after school had started in September, and everybody was still hot from the summer nights spent necking and tongue kissing and all the rest of that good stuff. Naturally most of the girls had already had their first fuck, some several years ago. I guess they had already found the magic something that made them want to get a hot cock up their cunt.
"Anyway, everyone was still pretty excited from their summer vacation and it took no time at all for the secret society to get back into business. I had known about the society for a long time, although nobody had ever approached me to join it.
"The society was dedicated to sex-pure and simple sex. And the members met at one house or another, whenever parents were going out for the evening. And that must have been pretty often since I heard that the society had meetings at least four or five times a week!
"Wow! All that fucking going on! I didn't know that it could be done that often! But I found out soon enough, and I found out that there were better things to do than fuck all the time, that's for sure!
"Anyway, I guess the girls I hung around with, like Marcia and Betty Jean and the rest who were already in the society decided that maybe I was ready, or something. I don't know what the hell they had waited all this time for, anyway. I had everything they had, and maybe a little better.
"And they were so snooty about it, too, wearing their secret society necklace right out where everyone could see it. It was supposed to be worn underneath the blouse or sweater so that only the members knew it was there. It had a gold insignia that consisted of the male and female sign twisted around each other. My pussy ached to get to wear one!
"Anyway, Betty Jean slipped the invitation to join to me one day in the cafeteria. She did it real smooth, just like something out of a spy movie. And somehow, as soon as I realized that she had forced a wadded piece of paper in my hand, I knew that it was an invitation.
"I noticed a couple of the boys who were members of the club, guys like Ted and Rodney, give me the once-over and grin to each other, just as if they were saying that they couldn't wait to get their pricks nestled up into my good hot cunt.
"Well, I couldn't wait to join the action and get some sex for myself. Although I must admit that at the time the thought of getting screwed just didn't turn me on. But there was something about their cocks, and those balls that did excite me.
"I remember the time that some of the girls found the little peep-hole in the locker room in the gym. The girls' locker room was right next to the boys' and somehow there was a crack in the wall just large enough to see through to the other side if you pressed your eye right up against it.
"And this one time several of the girls were bunched around, waiting for their chance to see into the boys' locker room. I decided that I wanted to see, too, and when I got my chance and looked through that hole at the boys taking their showers and horsing around, my pussy really started to act up.
"I ached to handle all that meat and press my face down on it and breathe in its rich masculine scent and then to....
"Well, I wasn't sure just what else I did want to do until it came to be my turn at the initiation. We had all gathered at Betty Jean's house and she told everybody that her parents would be gone until late. Then everybody stripped down, including me, and they formed a circle around me to start the initiation.
"All of the boys paraded by, one by one, and I was supposed to take each boy's cock in my hand and jerk it up and down until it was good and hard. Of course some of the boys were good and hard and hot already, just from looking at my boobs and my twat. I even felt some spasms in one of the cocks and I thought for a minute that he was going to shoot off right in my hand.
"Finally the parade was finished and I had gotten all those beautiful young cocks as hard as they could get. And then Betty Jean came into the center of the ring and told me the rules. It seemed that this boy Rodney, who had one hell of a build including a cock that looked like a salami and balls that hung heavily underneath like two massive walnuts, was picked to be the one to take me through the ropes. And the one rule was that I had to do whatever he asked of me, without question, or I would be dropped from the society.
"Well, my heart pounded a little behind my tits wondering just what it was going to be that Rodney wanted me to do. And when he stepped closer to me, his cock swinging heavily from side to side, I wondered if I'd even be able to take all of that meat, wherever he wanted to shove it.
"Then he ordered me to get down on my knees in front of him, which I promptly did. That thick, long, hard cock was now just inches from my face, and I could smell his musky scent coming from his crotch-a scent which I found strangely arousing. And I felt the little nipples on the ends of my tits really stick out now.
"And then came my order. In a clear voice Rodney spoke my name and then spread his legs apart.
"'Susan,' he said, 'Suck my cock!'
"My heart leaped into my throat and pounded madly. He wanted me to take that big horse cock into my mouth and suck on it! At first I didn't know what to do. Sucking his cock was something that I had never really dreamed of, and yet ... and yet there was something definitely exciting about it.
"I knew that if I refused, it would be all over with me in the secret society, and then I also knew something else. I knew that I didn't want to refuse. There was something inside me, something that wanted to find out just what it would be like to take that prick into my mouth and lick it and suck it and feel its hot length. And then, when his juice came out I would taste it and probably even drink it down!
"I didn't hesitate another moment. I parted my lips and pressed my face up into his crotch. From that point on it was like some instinct inside me, some hidden voice that I never knew was there, telling me just what to do, leading me on to use my mouth on this prick and bring it and me the greatest of pleasure.
"I flicked my tongue across the swollen cock head, licking gently back and forth. It felt like licking a big mushroom, although I knew no mushroom could be as hot and hard as this cock was. And then my tongue found the little slit right there at the tip of Rodney's cock and I instinctively pressed into it, letting my tongue and my taste buds get the first taste of the saltiness that lay hidden inside that spear.
"Gradually I let the hot hardness slip inside my mouth, going very slowly and swallowing in about a half inch at a time. And during this time my tongue kept up its busy work, roaming from one side to the other, slithering around and around that mushroom head and then up and down the length of the cock as I took more and more of it into my hot, wet mouth.
"And then I realized that the more I took in my mouth the more I wanted to take. I started to wake up to the good taste of prick, and I found my tongue working faster and faster on it, whipping around and around the hard length like some frenzied thing.
"I pressed my lips down hard on that male meat and sucked the rest of Rodney's length in my mouth until my face was pressed up into his wiry cock hair. Like I said, he had quite a cock on him and its massive length jammed down my throat made me gag for a few moments, but very gradually I managed to adjust to that rod until all of it was nestled in my throat very comfortably.
"For a brief minute I didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to stay like that, kneeling down in front of this handsome boy with his cock rammed down my throat. It felt wonderful, and the taste was so exciting that the juices were coursing through my own body, setting up some kind of wild electricity between my boobs and my cunt. I tingled all over!
"But I knew there was more to this delight than just letting a cock stay down my throat, so very slowly I began to pull my head back and let my mouth travel up the length of this shard shaft. I kept my lips tightly closed so as not to lose contact with this glorious organ, and pulled back until I felt the thick ridges of that mushroom head.
"I gave the engorged head a few candy licks and then plunged down on that prick, taking it all right to the hilt. Suddenly something inside of me triggered and I started jamming my face up and down on that thick, hard cock as fast as I possibly could.
"Up and down, up and down, faster and faster I went on that dork until I had to close my eyes to keep from getting dizzy. By now my saliva was completely covering the cock and my mouth was filled with the musky taste of it. And I knew that pretty soon, with my face jamming up and down like it was, it was going to be filled with something else ... something hot and salty.
"And then I knew what I wanted most. I wanted the taste of cock cream. I wanted to get my mouth hosed down with that creamy goodness and I wanted it now!
"Faster and faster I went, trying to suck on that big cock just like I would suck on a soda at the drug store. And all of my mouth action was getting to Rodney, 'cause he started jamming his hips back and forth, shoving his cock deep into my mouth every time I pulled my head back for air.
"He was fucking my face as fast as I was going down on his cock, and between the two of us I bet we made quite a picture. My boobs bounced around wildly from all my thrashing about, and I grabbed hold of Rodney's legs for support.
"Without even thinking of what I was doing, I let my hand travel up his leg until it reached his balls and then I fondled them, rolling them back and forth and every now and then giving them a little squeeze. This got him worked up even more and I heard him start to moan.
"And then, between my mouth going up and down on his cock and his hips jamming his cock down my throat and my hand working on his balls, I guess he just couldn't hold himself any more and he erupted with a loud cry.
"Before I even knew what had happened, my mouth was filled with his hot seed. Shit, I had no idea a guy could shoot that much come into a girl's mouth! He just stood there, with his legs apart and his hands holding my head against his crotch, while his cock went through all kinds of pulsating spasms, and with each spasm another hot jolt of his sperm shot into my mouth.
"Wow! Was I ever getting a mouthful of come! I let my tongue flick around my mouth to gather up some of it to find out what it tasted like. I really couldn't decide if it was more of a vanilla taste or a meat taste. I think it was somewhere in between.
"But I didn't have much time to find out 'cause he kept shooting so much come into my mouth that I had to swallow again and again to keep from losing it all. But I managed to gulp it all down, and as soon as I did I became aware of a crazy kind of tingling going on in my pussy.
"I reached down and started to finger myself, diddling my clit a little although I really didn't need any kind of extra stimulation. But before I had a chance to do very much of that, another boy came up and got between my legs, pressing me back against the floor.
"I felt the hardness of his cock pressing up into my bush and I knew that he was going to fuck me. Maybe he knew I was cherry and maybe he didn't, but he intended to jam his tool up my snatch, I knew that much. And I still wasn't sure that I wanted it that way. Maybe I just didn't know what I wanted.
"But just then another guy walked up to me, lying there on the floor, and he stood right over my head and then squatted, letting his hard cock plop right down on my face. And as soon as he did that something clicked inside me and I just opened my mouth and sucked it right in.
"I started right in on that cock just like I had been sucking for years, and I lost no time in doing the things to him that I knew had excited Rodney so much. I worked my tongue into his slit and around and around his bulbous head, sucking all the while until the poor guy got so steamed up that he started fucking my face just like Rodney had done.
"And then I suddenly was aware of the thickness plunging into my cunt and I realized that I was being fucked! I wanted to cry out with some kind of sound but I couldn't. My mouth was too full of cock meat!
"It was really crazy! Here this guy had slipped his prick up my snatch, ripping through my cherry as hard as he could, and I hadn't even felt anything. I had been so busy licking and slobbering over this good piece of cock that was in my mouth that I hadn't been aware of anything else!
"Well, with that I went to work on that cock, sucking up a storm and drawing every last drop of his precious fluid out of him and into my waiting mouth. And that was only the beginning. I lived the greatest night of my life that night as I sucked every guy's cock there.
"And it was right after that that I realized I was a born cocksucker. I began to learn all I could about cocksucking, asking the guys what they liked best and then doing my damnedest to bring them to a wild, torrential come. I learned just what I had to do to suck a bucket of juice out of the guy, and the more I got the more I wanted.
"I can only tell you now that I'm a confirmed cocksucker. I've sucked off every guy I've dated since then, and though a lot of them want to fuck me I can never really get turned on enough to have their cock up my snatch until after I've gone down on their meat.
"I guess you might say that I'm just doing my own thing."
CASE HISTORY
Summer Sex and the Mouth Girl
The beginning of summer meant the beginning of summer sex for Karen D. She would now be able to indulge in her favorite pastime while soaking in all the benefits of summer beach living. Karen D. was an avid fellatrice, eager and willing to take advantage of any opportunity for the oral lovemaking she so eagerly sought. School was a drag for Karen and she looked forward to her two and a half months of summer freedom when she would be able to indulge in all the oral deviations she seemed so desperately to need.
Early in July, Karen left with several girl friends to a beach resort about a hundred miles from her home. It was a popular stretch of the ocean, frequented by throngs of school-free teenagers.
There were numerous hotels and cottages at the beach, but the teenagers preferred to sleep in cars and under the boardwalk. The local Chamber of Commerce pressured the police to crack down on the kids for sleeping out in the open, but the practice seemed to only continue and thrive.
It didn't take long to learn the ropes and if a kid was lucky he could last the whole summer without ever having to shell out a nickel for lodging. Food was another matter, although a little shoplifting from a nearby supermarket helped ward off many a hungry spell.
The beach was a favored summer haunt for the simple reason that it promised a lot of freedom. There was the freedom to spend the whole summer in nothing more than a swim suit-and for some even this was being overdressed. The boys let their eyes roam all over the girls, mentally stripping them out of their skimpy suits and sucking on their tits and fucking their cunts and asses.
And the girls had roving eyes, too, enjoying the sight of bulging muscles and a well-packed basket. Most of the guys didn't wear any kind of supporter and liked to show off the length of their cocks under the tight, wet suits.
But the best kind of freedom of all was the freedom to do whatever they wanted, keeping the company they wanted to keep, going to sleep whenever they wanted and with whomever they wanted. And this was the best part of all, especially since they were all out for the best sex they could get and as much as they could get.
The night posed no problem and hidden in the shadows or under the boardwalk, the kids fucked up a storm. Sometimes it was even possible to hear the slushing, slurping sounds of dozens of cocks fucking dozens of cunts, and the moans and sighs of dozens of orgasms.
The kids had plenty of energy and it was normal for their fucking to go on long into the night, spaced out by occasional periods of rest to catch their breath and smoke a stick of grass or two. And in such an element the boys learned everything there was to know about fucking a cunt and screwing an ass.
As young as they were they learned the best ways to get a clit all hard and throbbing and a cunt juicing like a sponge. And they learned how to hold off their own comes until the last possible minute, thereby coming up with a bucket of cream.
Karen liked fucking ever since the first cock rammed up her snatch several years ago. There was just something special, she thought, about being stuffed with a hot sausage and filled up with hot cream. She'd had just about every kind of cock there was up her cunt at one time or another and she loved it. But there was something she loved even better.
Fucking was fine, thought Karen, but sucking was even better. A hot piece of cock meat stuffed inside her mouth could beat a fuck any day. And remembering back Karen decided that she'd sucked, or been sucked, far more times than she'd been fucked.
A mouth was the best sex organ there ever was, Karen thought, whether it was wrapped around a thick prick or lapping up the hole of a juicy cunt.
She licked her lips whenever she thought of going down on a cock, or having a boy go down on her.
She first found out how good mouth sex was with her brother Paul. It was during the summer while their family was vacationing at the beach-the same beach that she was staying at now. She was thirteen at the time and Paul was fifteen.
Karen had already begun to sprout, and her breast buds had caught Paul's eye on more than one occasion. She in turn had become more and more aware of the bulge his cock and balls made in his swim suit, and she had even taken to watching him through the keyhole of the bathroom door. When she actually saw his cock and balls in the flesh, as it were, her hand automatically went down to that little nub of flesh up near the top of her slit-the nub that she had heard some of the girls call their "little man in the boat."
The parents had gone away for the day on the occasion that Karen and Paul first sucked each other. Paul had taken the initiative and announced that he wanted to go skinny dipping. Naturally Karen followed suit and before long the two of them were romping around on the sand at a deserted part of the beach, boobs jiggling up and down, and his long, thick cock and balls banging against his thighs.
Soon he had a hard-on, and Karen was amazed. She had never seen anything like that in her entire life. Don't forget she was only thirteen and a little behind the other girls. Paul laughed and told her to take it in her hands and see what it felt like, which Karen eagerly did.
Then she found that she was taken by an almost irresistible desire to take it into her mouth, and very slowly, hesitatingly for fear of what Paul might think or do, she lowered her mouth to the thick hard organ and parted her lips, giving the thick head a little nibble of a kiss.
"Go ahead," Paul said, "put it in your mouth all the way."
The prospect thrilled Karen. Her brother's cock looked like a big fleshy all-day sucker and she wanted to taste it! She opened her mouth wide and grasped Paul's cock by the base, shoving it all the way in. But she hadn't opened wide enough and her teeth scraped along Paul's hardness, forcing him to cry out.
"For Christ's sake get your teeth out of the way!"
Little by little Karen learned how to suck cock, and sometimes she found that she was just a little too wound up in getting her own pleasure and couldn't quite pay attention to the instructions Paul was giving her.
"Now start to suck ... that's it. Suck on it just like it was a piece of candy. Suck harder! Now slide your mouth up and down on it fast ... that's it, that's the way. Suck that cock, baby!"
Karen was aware of something exciting going on inside her. She felt like she was winding up like a big spring, and that sooner or later something was going to have to happen, otherwise she was going to snap! And then something did happen. Paul jetted his load.
As soon as Karen felt the hot saltiness, she jerked her head back away from that spewing staff involuntarily. She already had a good mouthful of her brother's seed, and with her eyes wide and her tongue frantically tasting the load inside her mouth she watched as Paul's cock continued to shoot stream after stream of milky fluid out onto her stomach.
"Get back on it," her brother growled, "and finish sucking me up. Come on!"
Karen did as she was told, too hypnotized by the sight before her and the tantalizing taste in her mouth to consider doing anything else. She placed her mouth back on her brother's spurting cock just in time to catch the last few jets of his cream, which she found herself eagerly gulping down.
Then, when she had finished sucking him off she looked down and saw his sperm on her stomach. Paul laughed and got his handkerchief, cleaning the slimy strings away. He worked lower and lower, going down below her little bellybutton until finally he came to her little patch of hair that had begun to sprout just above her little slit.
Karen felt her heart begin to beat faster as her brother lowered his head down to her crotch and began to lick her there. She flinched from sudden, unexpected pleasure as she felt the first stabbings of Paul's tongue travel up and down the length of her slit, stopping to toy with her little nub.
Paul licked and sucked on her little snatch until Karen thrashed about like a crazed thing. She had never felt such things going on in her body and she wanted them to go on and on, without ever stopping.
Later on, after Paul had fucked her and copped her cherry for all time, Karen was able to experience more and more, finally feeling the ultimate thrill of coming from Paul's lips and tongue working on her little box. And in spite of the fact that the two of them fucked around a lot, they always returned to the start of their sex experiences together, working on their sucking until they had perfected it.
Sometimes the two of them lay together in a good healthy bout of sixty-nine, sucking on each other until all energy was drained from their bodies, along with Paul's cock juice and Karen's cunt juice. They literally sucked themselves dry!
So, no matter how much fucking Karen and her friends did under the boardwalk at night, she still looked forward to the day. The day enabled her to get the kind of sex she wanted, for a change. The guys were always after her pussy, working desperately to get their hard cocks up into her fleshy folds, jerking back and forth in her canal until the dam burst inside them and they flooded her cunt with their boiling hot lava.
They had a thing for fucking, Karen decided, in the same way that she had a thing for sucking. Sometimes she thought it was such a shame to waste a good load of come on her cunt, when it would do so much better in her mouth. After all, she couldn't taste it in her cunt. Not only couldn't she taste the salty cream, which sometimes reminded her of a hot pork roast, but she couldn't taste the hard hotness of the guy's meat. And Karen knew that a cock tasted good!
And when it came to coming, she just didn't go over the rise as much with a cock up the cunt as she did when she was sucking it deep into her throat and rolling her tongue around and around its length. That was when she finally had the best come of all.
And during the day that's what she would get. By six A.M. the beach was considered opened. The police wouldn't allow anyone on it at night, but by dawn all systems were go. A lot of the kids sat around on the boardwalk just waiting for the time when they could grab up their blankets and head out on the wide expanse of sand to stake out their claim for the day.
Karen and her friends always headed for a spot about ten years from the water, and they would roll out their blankets and get organized for the day. This was where they would stay until nightfall, when they had to vacate the beach once more.
Naturally they couldn't fuck on the beach. Somebody would see all that humping going on and the show would be over. But sucking, well, that was a horse of a different color! You could suck a dick, suck all day and nobody could really tell what you were doing, if you played your cards right. And Karen played her cards very well.
Karen had it down to a system, where she and the boy would both get under a blanket and wrap themselves up in it as snug as two pigs in a blanket. She would allow just enough room for the slight bobbing action of her head, and that would be all.
Anyone who looked on the scene would only see two bodies, apparently asleep, wrapped up in the same blanket to shield them from the sun's burning rays. Karen would suck the boy not once but two or three times, until finally he couldn't get a hard any more, and then they would unwrap themselves while another boy eagerly took his place in the blanket, ready for the fate of having Karen's incredible lips and tongue go to work on his throbbing, turgid prick.
In this way Karen would manage to suck off about eight or ten guys each day, bringing herself to an equal number of comes before nightfall and the fucking sessions. All in all, Karen felt very satisfied with the arrangement and looked forward each day to sucking one hard prick after another, drawing every last drop of come out of those cocks.
And then one day, in between sucks, Karen looked up and saw an incredible sight. It was a boy about eighteen or nineteen, standing a few yards away from her. He had come out from behind a large beach umbrella that was laying on its side so that the person or persons on the other side would be entirely shielded from view.
Karen's cunt started to leak as soon as she saw the boy. He was a magnificent piece, with a bronze tan and bulging muscles. But more importantly he had a very bulging crotch. He was wearing a navy blue tank-type swim suit, which accentuated all that he had in his basket. And Karen was sure he knew full well what kind of impression he was making. He saw her staring at him and his full basket and he grinned. Then he lazily walked to her and plopped down on the sand.
"Hi," he said, as casually as could be. "I've heard quite a lot about you, and I wondered if you'd like to join me. It could be a lot better there behind the umbrella. At least you don't have to stay wrapped up in one of these hot blankets."
Karen got the picture at once. This boy, whose name was Jim, was offering her the privacy of his umbrella, telling her in no uncertain terms that they could strip down behind it and nobody would ever be the wiser.
Karen watched him carefully and suddenly realized something very interesting. She hadn't seen her brother Paul for several years now, since he was in the army, but she was certain that he would look just like this young god in front of her now. The resemblance was amazing.
Karen couldn't help remembering all those days and nights while she and Paul had sucked each other off, and just the thought of that got that old familiar stirring going inside her and she almost thought that she could come right then and there, even without a creamy cock in her mouth!
She lost no time in joining Jim behind his beach umbrella, and he lost no time in getting her out of her skimpy swim suit and himself out of his. Jim eyed her full tits and her thicket of cunt hair with the glistening slit inside it eagerly, licking his lips in anticipation.
And Karen felt herself overcome with desire, looking at the magnificent cock and balls dangling before her and longing to take them in her mouth and suck them and bite them right off and swallow them down whole! Karen really liked her cocks and balls!
Jim's cock was long and thick, starting with a nice, bulb-like head and then working back along the shaft and getting wider with each inch until finally it ended up in the broad root tucked deep into his kinky black cock hair. It looked to Karen like it was going to be a real mouthful, and that was going to be a real pleasure!
He knelt down beside her and took her in his strong, tanned arms. She felt herself melting in his grip, and without even thinking she reached down and took his sausage in her hand, feeling its warmth and its growing hardness. Underneath she felt his massive balls, and shuddered deliciously when she thought of all the creamy sperm that those balls held.
His strong hands reached for her pussy and his fingers got tangled in her cunt hair. The juices were already flowing inside her box and his fingers were soon moist with her stickiness. He smiled at this, and licked his lips much like a man who is about to sit down to lunch.
Jim's resemblance to her brother was too much for Karen and she forgot for the moment her own crazed desire to suck his cock deep down her throat. She wanted something else from him now, something that her brother had done for her so often, and something which Jim looked eager to do.
"Do it to me, Jim. Lap my twat."
Cuntsucking was something that Jim was an apparent master at, and it seemed fitting that these two oral champions would be brought together. Karen sat back on the sand, shielded by the umbrella, and spread her legs so that Jim could get up into her crotch.
He burrowed in there like an animal trying to find a hiding place, and in a second Karen felt the piercing heat of his tongue sink into her slit. Suddenly the boy's mouth attached itself to her cunt like a vacuum, and she felt the fleshy folds of her cunt lips being pulled into his mouth by the sheer force of his sucking.
Karen's fingers dug down into the sand as she tried her damnedest to keep some control on her sanity. Instantly she knew that Jim's mouth on her pussy was going to send her into orbit, and she grasped frantically on sand, on the umbrella post, on anything at all that would keep her from soaring up, up and away.
The boy's tongue flicked up and down the length of her glistening slit like a snake. He licked up every drop of her cunt moisture, but then the hose really got turned on inside Karen and the more Jim licked up the more she leaked out. Cunt juice was better than liquor to the boy, and he lapped frantically in order to keep from missing out on a single drop.
Up and down his tongue traveled in the glistening pink slit, and every time it got near the top of her cunt it brushed across her swelling clit, sending excruciating ecstasy through every muscle fiber of Karen's body. He did this several times, well aware of the effect it was having on the girl, and then he pressed his lips tightly around the clit and pulled back a little.
Karen felt as if Jim was trying to pull her throbbing clit right out by the roots, and she loved it. He pulled and tugged, gently but determinedly, and then he licked the length of her slit a few more times, stopping to dip his tongue all the way into her pussy hole from time to time.
Karen knew that the only way she could hold onto her mind in the face of this wildness was to do the one thing that she knew best, and that was to suck cock. Jim's beautiful sausage was dangling within her grasp, and she was never one to let a good cock go to waste, if only for a few moments.
She maneuvered herself around until she could get down to Jim's crotch. He soon realized what she wanted to do and purred with delight at the prospect of this celebrated cocksucker going down on him. He removed his sucking mouth from Karen's cunt long enough to say a few words.
"Suck it. Go ahead, baby. Take that big thing in your hot mouth and suck me, suck me, suck meeee!"
Karen needed no such encouragement, and took that pound of meat in her mouth, swallowing it right down to the hilt. She felt Jim moan an appreciative sigh, but instantly he resumed his sucking and licking and nibbling on her cunt and slit and clit.
Karen's tongue began whipping around that flesh spear that was so hotly buried in her mouth, and her tongue began to savor and appreciate the meaty flavor that was Jim's and Jim's alone. Karen had found out a long time ago that every cock has its own distinctive flavor, and she had also found that when it came to cock flavors she liked them all.
Very quickly she began to slide her liquid mouth back and forth along the length of Jim's hard shaft, and she did this without ever stopping her frantic tongue actions. Her tongue matched Jim's tongue in the intensity that he was licking up and down her pussy, now spending more and more time dipping in and out of her hole.
These two handsome young examples of good healthy American teen flesh sucked and licked in unison, as if they had practiced their sixty-nine for years. Up and down Karen's mouth traveled on Jim's hot cock, and in and out his tongue went in her steaming pussy.
It was something magnificent to behold, there on the beach, sprawled on the sand behind the security of the beach umbrella, Karen and Jim sucked and licked as the ocean pounded only a few yards from them. Their bodies were building up to incredible pressures, and with each crash of a wave Karen felt as if she could taste the tidal wave of come that she knew would be coming sooner or later.
Her own body was beginning to feel as if waves were pounding across it, and she recognized this tantalizing feeling as the beginning of her own grand and glorious come. It wouldn't be long now, she knew, as the heaviness grew inside her own body.
Suddenly Jim began to move his hips back and forth, helping his cock to slide in and out of her mouth faster and faster. His tongue was now shooting in and out of her hole like a piston that had gone out of control, and after another moment of this Karen felt a great pressure click inside her and her cunt contracted violently, letting a burst of juice flow out.
She threw her legs around Jim's head and squeezed unmercifully. This was one of the greatest comes she had had in a long time. It could only have happened, she knew, from the combination of Jim's talented mouth and tongue working on her box as well as the incredibly heavenly feeling that came from taking his cock in her mouth and sucking it frantically, hoping that his juice would fill her mouth any second.
And then it happened. Jim's tidal wave broke and the boy cried out from the sheer pleasure of the release. Karen's mouth suddenly felt like it did when she opened her mouth directly under the shower nozzle. It was something wonderful, and she gladly gulped down all of the boy's seed and then squeezed and kneaded his limp cock in an effort to get more.
Of course Jim knew a good thing when he had one, and he spent as much time with Karen as possible for the rest of the summer. Karen sucked Jim off regularly behind his umbrella, but she couldn't bring herself to vacate her throne under the blanket.
Too many past satisfied customers were coming back and asking her, begging her, for a return engagement. Karen was a mouth girl who sucked all too well, and she knew now, as young as she was, that she would always be in demand.
CASE HISTORY
Oral Experiences of a Twelve-Year-Old Subject:
Are you sure you want to hear all about my sucking?
Interviewer: Yes, I do. It's necessary that I take down an accurate account of your past history and that includes all your sexual experiences. Do you feel reluctant to speak of them?
Subject: Oh, no, I don't give a damn! I'll tell you about my cocksucking. Anything in particular you want to know?
Interviewer: Yes, perhaps you could give us a little background to your case and tell us how you grew to have such a strong preference for oral sex.
Subject: I wanted to suck cocks for as long as I can remember. The first cock I ever sucked was, well ... I'm not sure that I even remember that. I mean, there've been so many. If I took the time to figure up how many cocks heads I've licked, and how many balls I've milked and how many gallons of cock juice I've drunk down, why I'd be working all night with a slide rule.
Interviewer: Can you remember your first oral experience?
Subject: Well, I remember this one time ... oh, yes! This was the time that I sucked a big cock for the first time. Up until then....
Interviewer: Excuse me. How old were you at this time?
Subject: About twelve.
Interviewer: I see. Go on, please.
Subject: Sure. Well, up until that time I had sucked on the kids my own age, you know. I mean, there really wasn't too much I could get out of them, 'cause most of them were a little too young to come. But a lot of the boys who lived in my neighborhood still liked me to go to work on them and it did something to them, that's for sure. They used to wiggle all around while I was sucking their little cocks, so it was doing them some good.
Interviewer: And you were getting pleasure from it too.
Subject: You're damned right. There was something that came over me when I had a cock in my mouth. As a matter-of-fact it started even sooner than that. As soon as I saw a naked crotch with a nice-looking cock that I could suck, that in itself would start to do something to me.
Interviewer: Did you actually have an orgasm from sucking?
Subject: Not at that time. It came very soon, however, right after the first big experience with Jody.
Interviewer: Jody?
Subject: Yeah. He was the older boy, the first big cock that I sucked.
Interviewer: And how did that come about?
Subject: Well, this kid Paulie and I were down in his basement one day. Paulie liked to feel me up and play with my cunt, you know. He would try to stick his finger in until it hurt me, and he liked to squeeze my tits, which were already beginning to sprout pretty big.
Then, in return for all this jazz, he'd take his pants down and I'd work right up there in his crotch and start to suck on his little cock. Naturally at that age there wasn't too much meat to suck on, but it was enough for me at the time. As a matter-of-fact, now when I see a can of those cocktail frankfurters in the supermarket, I always think of sucking cocks like Paulie's. Of course his prick was a little longer than those cocktail franks, but it was about the same thickness.
Of course I knew that cocks came bigger and thicker and longer, but I figured that maybe some day, when I had a bigger mouth, I would find out what they felt like. Little did I know that my time for sucking a giant cock was at hand.
Interviewer: How exactly did Jody come into the picture?
Subject: Jody was Paulie's brother. And this one day ... I'll never forget it. It was raining and Paulie and I were playing around in the basement. We were way in the back where there was an old rug on the floor, and with the noise of the rain and stuff beating against the windows I wasn't aware of anything other than sucking on Paulie's little meat.
Paulie was sitting back against the wall and had his legs drawn up. I was right in there sucking as hard and loud as I could, and both of us were good and hot. I was letting my tongue run up and down that little prick, and sometimes I'd press my lips real hard against his knob just as if I was going to bite it off. And sometimes I even wanted to do just that.
Interviewer: What? Bite off his cock?
Subject: Yes, to tell the truth. I mean, sometimes as I'd be sucking on cock I'd just have this great desire to bite it right off and eat it, just like one of those cocktail franks.
Interviewer: But you never did.
Subject: Of course not, silly. Anyway, there we were that day with me chowing down on Paulie's little cock, and just then I heard a noise behind me. I saw Paulie's eyes open wide and I drew back from his cock to turn around and see what was going on.
Well, I could have shit a brick! Standing there behind me, grinning from ear to ear and taking the whole sucking scene in was Paulie's older brother Jody!
To tell the truth I had always been a little attracted to Jody. Of course there was that big difference in our ages, and I knew that Jody didn't pay any attention to me. After all, he had plenty girls of his own.
Interviewer: How old was he?
Subject: At the time he was about eighteen. And he had something of a reputation around the neighborhood as being something of a sexpot, you know. There were even rumors that he had knocked some girl up and her family had moved away, rather than bear the shame of the whole thing.
Interviewer: You say you had been attracted to him. Was he sexy?
Subject: Shit, yes! He had this thick blond hair that I wished I could have run my fingers through. And he had a nice slim body that was hard in all the right places, you know. Especially down at his crotch. He looked like he had a handful down there, all right. As a matter-of-fact I sometimes wondered when I saw what size my cunt was how in the world he ever got that prick inside a girl in the first place.
Anyway, there he was, standing there and grinning up a storm. And then I figured we were going to be in some kind of trouble, you know. I figured that maybe he'd go and tell his father or something, and then my parents would find out and there would be one hell of a stink.
Interviewer: But that wasn't what he did?
Subject: No. It certainly was not. Like I said, he just stood there grinning, and then he reached down and started to rub his hand up and down the front of his pants. Then I could see that he had quite a hard-on. His pants were sticking out in front about a mile. It was that big cock of his.
Then he started to walk over to me. He started saying all kinds of nasty things to me, calling me a little cocksucker, and a little prick teaser, and then he said that if I liked to suck cock so much he would give me a real one.
Well, I was scared shitless, I can tell you. He unzipped his pants and his big dick plopped out right in my face! It was the biggest, longest, thickest damn cock I had ever seen! It had this big head on it right at the end and I could see that little slit right at the tip.
There was a little drop of something right at the tip, something that looked sort of white and milky. I had an idea that that was what everybody called come. Then I looked around the head and along the length of that incredible shaft, and I saw how it got wider and thicker as it got down closer to the base, which just sort of disappeared in his wiry hair.
Then Jody unhooked his belt buckle and let his pants drop down around his ankles. He yanked his shorts down, too, and exposed his whole crotch area to me. Then I could see that in addition to that massive cock he had these two big balls. They weren't like Paulie's at all. I mean, they were really big and looked like two little lemons in a bag.
Interviewer: You said that you were scared, and yet it sounds as if you were strangely attracted to all of Jody's sex parts.
Subject: Well I was ... both scared and attracted at the same time. I mean, I'd never been around a prick that size before, and I was a little afraid that maybe it would hurt me, because of its size. And yet, there was something else, something that was going on inside me while I was kneeling there in front of all that meat.
Interviewer: You mean you felt yourself strangely attracted, drawn as it were, to Jody's genitals. Was there anything you felt you wanted to do?
Subject: Yes. I wanted to take that prick in my mouth just like I had put Paulie's prick in my mouth. And I wanted to feel those balls, and maybe rub them around each other, you know. And that's what Jody wanted me to do. He just stood there with his legs apart and he kept telling me to suck him. He kept telling me to take all of that cock in my mouth and suck on it like I had never sucked on a cock before.
Interviewer: And so you did?
Subject: Well, shit yes. After all, I wanted to do it. I got a big kick out of sucking the little cocks, like Paulie's, and I figured that maybe, just maybe, a big cock like this would be that much more fun. So, the first thing I did was move my head in close to his cock and I licked away that little drop of creamy looking stuff at the tip.
Then I knew right away that it was come, because it had that salty kind of taste that I always sensed come had. And it was more than being just salty. It had a special flavor all its own, and in a way it tasted a little like tapioca pudding. It was a very nice taste, and I soon found myself wishing that there was more.
Interviewer: Of course you knew that he would spurt a lot into your mouth after you finished, right?
Subject: Well certainly I did. I knew all about coming and how boys shot it out. But like I told you, I had never had anything like that before. The little kids couldn't shoot, and so I hadn't experienced what it would be like. But I certainly did that day!
Anyway, Jody kept telling me to take it in my mouth and suck on it, so I did. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he jammed his hips forward, pushing the thick head of his prick right into my mouth. Well, let me tell you, I knew right away that I had a mouthful! It felt at first as if I had a giant marshmallow in my mouth.
It was something gigantic, and yet it was soft, if you know what I mean. I couldn't resist the temptation to let my teeth sink into it a little, and when I did that Jody yelped and gave me a swat with the side of his hand. He yelled at me not to bite him, to go easy.
Interviewer: You mean he hit you?
Subject: Yes, but it wasn't a very hard hit. He just got the idea across, that's all, that he didn't want any biting. I suppose I could have been mad about the slap, or something, but I was too interested in the cock that I had in my mouth to get too caught up with anything like that.
So, I kept my teeth out of the way and just started to use my tongue a little. Jody really liked that. I let my tongue flick back and forth across the head and even tried to work it into the little opening right at the tip. When I did that Jody started to squirm a little, and I glanced up to his face and I could see him really grinning now. This was exactly what he wanted, and I knew now that it was what I wanted, too.
I took more and more of that hard cock into my mouth, but soon I realized that there had to be some trick to it, because the more I sucked in, the more I felt like gagging, and I knew that wouldn't be right. Then Jody apparently realized my problem, and told me to take it real slow and keep swallowing the whole time.
Well, I did that and sure enough, I found that I could take more and more of that cock down my throat. Jody had quite a large one, like I said, and I guess it was somewhere in the neighborhood of eight or nine inches, give or take an inch.
I had about five or six inches of it down my throat already, and then he growled at me and told me to put some suction behind it. Well, that wasn't easy to do, since my mouth was just about filled up with his hot meat. But I tried, and after a few efforts I managed to get some suction going.
That really made him twitch around, and I began to realize right then and there just how much it meant to a boy to get a real good blow job. I promised myself that I would learn all the tricks, and that way I would satisfy myself in the best possible way, and that was by sucking cocks.
There was something special about this, something that I knew could never be equaled by any other kind of sex, and so I put everything I had behind it and sucked on that cock like no girl had ever sucked cock before. Jody was really getting a bang out of it, and even little Paulie was sitting there with his eyes bugging out of his head.
Then I started to work faster, letting my mouth slip and slide up and down on that cock more frantically than I had been doing before. Jody was starting to jam his hips against my face in time with my slipping and sliding, and I could feel that big cock start to grow even bigger in my mouth. Somehow I knew that he would be spurting his load inside me pretty soon.
Faster and faster I worked on his prick and harder and harder he jammed his hips into my face, until finally I felt that heavy corded underside of his prick start to thicken and Jody threw his head back and moaned. Suddenly, I felt his hot load explode in my mouth, and even though I was expecting it, it still gave me something of a start.
I mean, when you've never had a guy's hot load flood your mouth before, the first time is something to remember, you know. Well, after the initial shock passed and I started lapping up that hot salty cream, I realized just how delicious it was. It was like slurping up a whole bowl of warm tapioca pudding mix.
I started to suck some more and lick some more, but just then Jody gave one big shove and the whole length of his cock jammed down my throat. My face was pushed right up into his cock hair and I breathed in his heavy musky scent. And then I couldn't help it. I started to gag, with my throat muscles working up and down violently, and I waited for Jody to pull his cock out, but he didn't.
And then I realized what was happening. My throat muscles were working up and down on his cock, and that was helping him shoot out an even bigger load. That was fine, of course, but the trouble with that was that since his cock was jammed down my throat, the cream went right down without giving me a chance to taste it.
But after a while I learned all the different things that the different boys wanted in their cock-sucking. I sucked Jody off almost every day after that, and he introduced me to some of the guys he knew who wanted their cocks sucked, too.
I guess that's how I got the reputation I did of being such a great mouth girl. I've even had guys visit me from out of state after they had heard about me from a friend. And I really gave them the royal treatment.
Interviewer: Royal treatment? What's that?
Subject: Well, I started sucking them then stopped. Then I sucked them a little more and then stopped I would keep that up for about an hour, and then they'd just about climb up the walls from the sheer ecstasy of it. Finally, when they did shoot, they shot a bucket, let me tell you.
CASE HISTORY
The High School Sport of Swapping
"Damn you, Bryce, I think your cock juice has made me pregnant this time." Nina sobbed as she verbally attacked her boyfriend. "I told you to wear a rubber that time, but you wouldn't listen. Now look at the trouble you have gotten me into. You'll just have to marry me." With those words Nina broke into heavy sobs, throwing herself down on the car seat in seemingly wretching despair.
Bryce and Nina got married. They were still both in high school. In the small town where they lived, early marriages were not unusual and there was nothing thought out-of-the-ordinary in their actions. Five days after they were married by a justice of the peace, Nina bled all over the place. They discovered she was not pregnant.
Sex had been good while they were doing it on the sly. Bryce's average cock and Nina's hot box worked well together. Bryce had learned to adjust his speed to suit Nina, and she'd moan and say he was damned good. Maybe Nina was just an average piece of ass, but to Bryce she was the world's greatest cunt. They had a hell of a good time fucking together.
The night when they thought Nina had become pregnant, old Bryce pumped his prick to her, his heart pounding fast as he fucked away. When his ass began tightening up, she begged him to kiss her.
She took her hands away from his pumping ass and pulled his handsome face to hers. She let him have it with her pelvic muscles, giving him the works. He was getting weak, but he was still in there, fighting. Once, while he gasped for air, she shoved her tongue into his open mouth.
He moaned and fucked her until his eyes started popping out of his head.
"Oh, Christ!"
He'd started to come. He kept coming until there was nothing left to come.
With Bryce's screwing, Nina felt she had become a woman. She'd given Bryce the best she had, which proved to be plenty. She'd fucked him until he was ready to drop, and she'd wanted to do it again. She felt as if she could fuck forever.
When they finally got off the couch and dressed, Bryce gave her a quick, chaste kiss. "That was heaven," he'd sighed. "That's what a guy lives for!"
"It's the same with a girl," Nina said.
But after the pregnancy scare, things changed.
Though Nina was taking the pill, she had lost her confidence. Even though they were now married, they knew they couldn't afford to have any children right away. At night, Bryce's hands would roam over Nina's body. He's squeeze her breasts and roll them about, all the time pleading for her to feel his cock.
She'd rub her hands across his hard thighs, grab his hard cock and suck in her breath.
"Oh, Jesus!" she'd sigh.
But when he'd roll onto her, she'd buck and try to fight him off. He'd find her nest with gentle fingers, and she'd gasp. He would moan, and finally, he would have it in her. She'd hold him tightly, scissoring him with her legs, her knees held high. They would writhe upon the bed.
During the process of copulation, everything would be good. Nina had a little slit, and Bryce's cock just fit. He'd go into her far and deep.
"You feel great," she'd whisper in his ear.
"You're good, too. Oooo-"
She'd writhe her loins and beg, "Suck me! Suck my tits!" She would push her breast toward his mouth, and he would lunge at it eagerly. She'd serpentine sinuously as he mouthed her nipple. She'd open her legs wider, as if wanting all of him-even more than he could give. He'd ram and buck, battering her wantonly. She'd squeal and gasp.
"It's so good. Don't stop-" He'd hold her hips with both hands and feed it to her steadily. "How's that?" he'd ask.
"Divine! Honey, you don't know what you do to me!"
"I can guess!" He'd pump harder.
Then, just before the climax, she would beg him to take it out. Most often, he would ignore her pleadings.
Once, however, he laughed and pulled it out. He wiped it on a handkerchief, then said, "I'll keep it out if you'll suck it!"
He wiggled his cock toward her mouth, trying to make her mouth it.
But she wouldn't.
"No," she said. "It would make me vomit."
He forced her legs apart and rammed it into her deep again. His rushing orgasm convulsed him-it came so fast. He sort of screamed out at the intensity of it and jerked wildly in the excruciating anguish of his ejaculation.
When it was over, they both collapsed. Nina started crying. "What if you got me pregnant, Bryce," she sobbed.
Bryce rolled on his back, his prong still sticking up, and shrugged. "So, what if I did?" he asked.
"I-I don't want to have a baby, Bryce. Besides, we can't afford to have a baby."
A quarrel would usually ensue, and it wasn't long until their sex lives became pretty dreary. Even after Nina was convinced that the pill would keep her from becoming pregnant, their sex lives continued to be a drag. Too much fear and too much quarreling had ruined what had once been pretty great.
Both Nina and Bryce, of course, knew about the high school swap parties. It was Bryce who convinced Nina they ought to join one of the groups and try to revive what they'd lost.
After much coaxing, Nina agreed to try it with just one other couple to start with. She let Bryce choose Ellen Greer and Tom Spade.
"We'll do it in separate rooms," Nina insisted. She knew she'd get jealous if she watched Bryce fuck another woman.
That first time the foursome got together at Nina and Bryce's apartment, Nina got cold feet. Maybe it was because Tom Spade approached her too roughly and too quickly. Anyway, she felt it was just raw sex he was after, and she refused to let him get in her panties. But Bryce and Tom fucked Ellen that night, and Nina was left panting.
The boys set Ellen to work on Nina. "Nina," she said one day, "I've got a book you ought to read. "What's it about?" Nina inquired. "Swap parties."
Now, Nina loved Bryce, and she wanted to keep their marriage. And though sex with him wasn't very thrilling of late, there were many outstanding things about him. She had enough sense to know that the sex thing was as much her fault as his.
"Let me see the book," she said.
Ellen went home and got it.
The two girls spent the whole afternoon reading and discussing the book. In the end, Nina decided to try the swapping again. She told Bryce about her decision that night.
"The only thing," she said, "I still insist on separate rooms."
"All right," Bryce said. "We'll fuck separately."
The next evening the four of them met again at Bryce and Ellen's apartment. Immediately, Ellen led Bryce off to one of the bedrooms.
Tom worked more carefully with Nina this time. He even went into the bathroom to undress. When he came back, naked, his ample cock was getting hard. He ambled up to Nina and shook it at her. "Maybe this will give you the thrill you need," he said.
Nina had managed to undress down to her panties and bra. She let her bra drop from her shoulders and studied the reflection of her nice breasts in the mirror. She had dark, spike like nipples.
"I can hardly wait to get my hands on your tits," Tom said. "Tell me when-"
"Now, Tom," Nina said.
He grabbed both bulbous boobies in his hot hands and played with them.
"Ooooh," Nina said, "that feels good!"
Tom pulled her panties off and said, "Hell, you excite me, baby! And I know what you need!" He grinned and pushed her onto the bed. "You need daddy to eat your cunt!"
"Ooooh, Tom!"
She let him lick up and down her slit. Then his head came up, and his lips clamped to hers. She felt his cock flatten against her belly as his tongue stroked in and out of her mouth. She writhed upward, rubbing her erect nipples against his hairy chest. Little darts of delight traveled through them and on to other parts of her body. Her cunt was getting warmer. It was moistening.
Tom ran his hands over her buttocks. He stroked a thick finger up and down her crack, teasing her asshole. Nothing turned Nina on like having her ass petted.
"Oh, Tom, fuck me!" she cried.
He bent over her. "Grab my cock," he ordered. "Now, guide it in!"
She gripped his cock and arched herself, trying to drive her tit into his mouth as he plunged into her. His cock was bigger than Bryce's, and it completely filled her.
She gasped and lifted her thighs, and his cock slipped deeper into her slit. She quivered with excitement and wiggled to give him greater pleasure and to receive it for herself. He kneaded her breasts as he stroked his cock in and out of her cunt.
His cock was big and full, going in and out of her pussy, finding her clit. His fingers pinched her tingling nipples, and pulsations of pure pleasure traveled through her body, colliding somewhere deep inside and exploding into warm waves which radiated outward. Her mouth lolled open, and his tongue stabbed into it.
She felt his cock throbbing inside her. She primed herself to enjoy all of his meat she could get. Tom was giving her pure, wonderful hell!
She rocked and writhed, causing his cock to slip out. He quickly got it back in and centered its head on her clit. That set off her climax, and luscious, warm tremors went all through her.
"Oh, Christ-oooh, Jesus!" she cried out.
He kept pumping into her wet, throbbing cunt until he was satisfied. After he'd shot his semen, he fell slack upon her. His juices drained out of her and ran down her legs.
She opened her eyes and gazed dreamily up at him, still feeling his hard prick in her snatch. She drew back, and it slipped out with a plash.
"Baby, you've got the hottest cunt in the world," he praised.
She giggled and told him, "And you've got a wonderful cock on you!"
They dressed slowly, then went back to the living room. Bryce and Ellen emerged from the other bedroom.
"How did it go?" Bryce asked.
"Oh, it was filthy!" Nina laughed. "Tom gave me a vigorous, hard-prick screw!"
Bryce gave Ellen a quick hug. "We'll all have to try this again soon," he said.
* * *
Much of the marital strain was lessened for Bryce and Nina after that. Tom passed it around what a good lay Nina was, and it wasn't long until Bryce and she were branching out with other swappers, sometime as many as five and six couples at one time.
Several other high school girls, sort of trapped and lost, with a useless feeling and a dull, dreary existence, approached Nina and asked about swap parties. High school kids are joiners, and it wasn't long until a real swinging group was organized.
There was more than one reason why the swap party was so popular among the high school kids. The chief one, however, was that it cost no money, and most of the kids were short on spending money.
And nothing thrilled the kids more than a good swap party, where one could taste of a half-dozen forbidden fruits. A hard prick or a good, hot cunt were the only prerequisites for joining up. And it gave kids the feeling they were living like adults.
It was a sport better than football or any elaborate TV program. It was better than any game in which you were required to score a number of points. And it cut down on girls squabbling with their parents over clothes. Few clothes were needed for a successful swap party.
One high school boy said of his girl, "Yesterday was Betty's birthday. We had a nice dinner with a couple of friends."
"And what did you give her?" someone asked.
"I let Pete give her a sample of his nine-inch cock. She's been complaining about my seven-inch one which she's felt for two years."
Teachers, suspicious of these swap parties, have begun to show serious concern. They have begun to speak out against preoccupation with material things which, they say, is causing neglect of deeper values.
"What's material about fucking?" one high school boy asked. "And I just bet our principal and most of his teachers haven't had one really good piece of ass in their whole lives!"
The high school guidance counselor said privately that the kids weren't running away from anything, as adults sometimes do. "They're coming into a new way of life that is maturing them, pointing a way to greater personal freedom and happiness."
The kids all hope that he is right.
CASE HISTORY
Trading Sex to Save a Marriage
Frieda, and Kenneth had indulged in regular sexual relations before their marriage. Intercourse for them had been satisfactory and fulfilling. They expected such satisfaction and fulfillment to continue when they married. It did not.
Marriage had not brought them closer sexually. It had, in fact, cast an aura of dissatisfaction over their relations. The romance was no longer there. Neither Frieda nor Kenneth were able to maintain their role of eager lover. Sex became a standard procedure, practiced on certain days of the week, in a certain manner, with uncertain results.
They began to quarrel. And that, of course, led to other sexual difficulties. Frieda sometimes felt that she had lost her sexual attraction. Before marriage, Kenneth had devoted huge amounts of time to wooing Frieda, and she loved it. After marriage, the goals of earning money, getting promotions and winning new titles became more important to Kenneth than his romantic relationships with Frieda.
This did not mean that marriage had grown less important to him. It simply meant that his entire practical life situation had changed. The drive to find a permanent sexual partner is one of the greatest drives in man, but Kenneth had accomplished this. He no longer felt the need to woo Frieda.
But Frieda continued to wish to be wooed. After a time, she sought out other sexual partners.
She had her first extramarital sex with a neighbor, Ted Bixby. Ted was a handsome bachelor, and quite a man about town. He had a nice apartment, and it was usually adorned with a lady or two.
One day, he was coming home with a box under his arm. Frieda was out in the yard, so she stopped him and asked, "What's in the box, Ted?"
He chuckled. "Curious, huh? Well, it's something you might like!" He opened the box and showed her a vibrator. It had plastic handles and attachments. "You ought to feel this on your nipples and clit," he said. "God, it would make you squirm!"
"Umhummmmm!"
"Come with me to my apartment, and I'll demonstrate!"
Frieda went with him. In his apartment, he switched the thing on. "See? Batteries inside. Now, lie back."
Frieda obeyed. He brought the humming vibrator close to her left breast. He touched the attachment to her flesh.
She jumped. It felt funny through her dress, making her nipples surge with instant growth. She couldn't stay still. Echoes were awakening in her clitoris. She arched her back and pushed her hard nipple deeper into the humming rubber cup.
"Like it?" Ted asked.
"Oh, yes, yes!"
"Let's get you out of your clothes."
They both undressed. Then Ted moved the vibrator all over Frieda's naked body. She breathed fast as he drew it down the shallow valley between her breasts, and then onto the soft mound of her right nipple. He circled it.
She reached for his hard cock and played with it.
After a minute, he asked, "Want it lower, honey?"
"If I can stand it," she said.
The cup left her nipple and hummed in a slow, tantalizing path down her belly, past her belly-button, onto the dark, curly hair of her mound.
He said, "Open wide, honey!"
She spread her legs and raised up to watch the vibrator go down her loins, moving to her cunt. He slid the cup lower, onto her pussy lips.
"Oh, God!" she cried, chewing her lower lip.
He edged the cup into her slippery wetness and heat and touched her clitoris.
She went wild. "Aieee!" She flinched away from the instrument. The sensation was too strong!
But he wouldn't let her escape. The buzzing cup went all over her clitoris and sent millions of pleasure pulses along her overloaded nerves. She screamed.
Her belly spasmed, and she seized a pillow and muffled it over her face to stop her cries. She thrashed and jerked in full orgasm, and her hips pumped frantically.
The vibrator didn't stop. It buzzed on and on, and she felt she'd never again get enough air in her lungs. Jagged streaks of varied colors passed before her eyes.
It was too much, and she fainted. When she came to, Ted was screwing her. It felt so good. "Put that thing away," she begged. "Suck my nipples with your mouth."
Soon they were both breathing in quick puffs. Ted moaned softly, and then he began to quiver and quake as he neared his climax.
"Oh, Frieda-"
She pressed upward and felt the first spurt of his semen. Then more. It was exciting. "Ohhh!" He shook all over.
Then he quieted. He lay on her until his cock shrank. It slipped from her cunt lips and slapped against his thigh.
Later, Ted told Kenneth about the vibrator, and what it would do for a woman. Old Kenneth got all eager and wanted to know if they couldn't get together with some women and try it soon.
Ted suggested he bring Frieda and come over to the apartment.
"Sure," Kenneth said, "if I can get Frieda to cooperate."
Ted felt pretty sure that Kenneth wouldn't have too much difficulty in coaxing Frieda to come.
And that's how a series of wonderful swap parties between Ted and Kenneth, Frieda and Ted's girls, all began.
The first time, Kenneth was mighty curious about the vibrator. He watched Ted use it on one of the girls, and she thrashed and bucked on the bed. They were all naked, and Kenneth's cock was sticking out a yard.
"Here," Ted said, "let me try it on you!"
He touched Kenneth's cock with the vibrator and old Kenneth nearly had fits. "Jesus-God-it's strong!" he cried. "But, oh, Christ, it feels good!"
They all fooled with the vibrator for some minutes. Frieda's and the other girl's cunts were juicy, and Ted and Kenneth were so hard they ached in the groins. Ted fell upon Frieda and began to fuck her. Kenneth made up to Ted's blond friend. She found his cock with a warm hand and fondled his testicles, then sucked on his prick awhile. When her tongue flicked over the underside of his glans, he nearly went mad. He groaned and his body began to quiver. He mounted the girl and fucked her avidly.
"Oh-oh, this is good!" he cried.
He could tell his wife was enjoying Ted Bixby by the way she writhed and groaned under him. He was pressing his big, hard cock deep into her vagina, and Kenneth was doing the same with the girl he rode. A third girl stood over him, watching. He looked up. "I'm going to fuck you next," he said.
And he did.
It was the best sex Kenneth and Frieda had had in a long, long time. At the end, when Kenneth finally got around to fucking Frieda, it was like on their honeymoon. Her cunt was good.
The practical matters of the world diminished for Kenneth. Making love again became more important, and his mind was more often on women. To hell with success! Now, when Kenneth went home from work at the end of the day, he was less eager to relax than to play the passionate lover. Frieda was an excellent bed partner again.
Getting married need not change the physical realities of life. There had been times before the swap party when Kenneth had missed his old freedom and resented his marital situation. Frieda, too, had missed her old, carefree life. The swap party had put something back into their pattern of living. With Ted for a sort of rival, Kenneth began giving Frieda more attention, which she liked and craved.
Now, Frieda became more of a helpmate and less of a burden. Kenneth better understood her needs, and they again approached each other with delight. Their sex drives were healthy, and their approach was great.
There are many ways in which failure to understand the physical, emotional and social needs and differences between men and women can lead to chronic problems in marriage. To take only one example, a young wife is often disturbed by the fact that her husband, though in a bad mood, may nevertheless be interested in sex. The young wife does not operate that way and knows it. She is more interested in sex when she is feeling her best. So after a bad day for both of them, or after a quarrel, she is incapable of understanding how her mate could possibly want her. She concludes that all he wants is physical release, which she translates to mean, "He's using me!"
Actually, his interest in sex is in keeping with the desires of most young men. They wish to prove themselves sexually when they have proved themselves no other way during the day. If all else goes wrong, making love enables a man once again to feel like an adult male.
Sexual disappointments occur often in the early years of marriage for so many couples. They are not the result of some flaw in the husband's drive, as many women believe. And they do not mean that the marriage is loveless and doomed.
What can be done about them?
The first sensible move is for the couple to discuss what is happening to them. This, of course, is a touchy matter. It takes great tact to inform a partner that he or she has failed as a lover.
But a husband and wife should be able to discuss anything having to do with sex. However, many young wives consider it next to impossible to raise such a question. It conflicts with their early training that the woman's role is passive. To that, we can only say that the subject must be raised anyway. No woman is such a good actress that she can constantly hide her sexual dissatisfaction, and no man can feel truly masculine if he cannot satisfy his wife sexually.
In an honest discussion, each person should try hard not to damage the other's self-esteem. Nothing a husband says should make his wife feel unattractive, and nothing a wife says should make her husband feel a failure.
However, most young couples never get beyond discussing sex as they discussed it before marriage, when the major question was: Should we, or shouldn't we? After marriage, the question becomes: When should we? They avoid talking about their feelings, hang ups and fantasies that worry and excite them.
Often communication works better in a group, and here is where the swap party comes in. Perhaps it is a combined knowledge of human sexuality that provides a better method of study. But swap couples learn about sex, and learning takes away the fear, even though the study of our sexual nature goes far beyond knowing an admirable variety of positions for making love.
All sexual insights are valuable subjects for discussion between man and wife. The thousands of experts who have written on the art of lovemaking all agree that it can be an endlessly creative act.
There is no single right time for making love. Most couples wait until bedtime, but Velda and John, a farm couple who enjoyed their sex, used to slip off from the kids and indulge in the chicken house-and it never mattered what time of day it was. There is no rule book which says which sexual act should come before which, and there is no sexual act which isn't fit for experimentation.
A young husband and wife can easily fall into a habitual sexual routine and later wonder why lovemaking no longer thrills them. Few wives would expect their husbands to enjoy the same dinner evening after evening. A wife needs to seek new menus, both for the table and for sex. She might ask her husband if he has any suggestions. It may also be up to her to make it clear that she is not limited sexually, that she is happy to try whatever he may enjoy.
If a woman learns to make her own wants known-nonverbally as well as verbally-it may lead to her husband's doing the same. Lovemaking, like gourmet cooking, involves a never-ending exploration of subtleties.
Assuming that the young couples under discussion do love each other and want to improve sexual relationships, it is unfortunate that many who do love deeply believe in shielding the person they love from knowing the ways their love has failed. A cultural paradox is at fault here and intensifies the situation. Men feel that to suffer in silence is a sign of masculine strength. Women also see suffering in silence as a sign of feminine strength.
In reality, silent suffering can be the opposite of strength. Each person may simply be afraid of expressing displeasure. Each is afraid of the other's reactions. But, if love is present, the truth, even if it is unpleasant, often, binds a couple more closely together.
The fact that one can feel love does not necessarily mean that he can express it, especially in the sex act. Some young marriages run into failure because both parties, without ever realizing it, fail in creative effort.
In fitting everything into a day, one must budget time, money and energy. Domestic conversations often become too problem-oriented. Nothing deeper than how the day went may be the subject for evening conversation, and that often with a lot of gripes thrown in.
This doesn't make for a good sexual relationship, and the friendly neighbor may supply what one's mate failed to do. That is one reason why the swap party is so popular among young married couples. They simply seek, at first, and find someone to talk and listen to.
Couples get out of the habit of having fun together. In such cases, the relationship needs revitalizing. Any couple who love can learn to play together, have fun together. If, on first try, they can't make it, perhaps the bringing in of congenial friends will help, even the trying of a sexual relationship with another person, the temporary trading of husbands and wives. If they truly want a happy marriage, they can't afford to ignore any of these possibilities for bringing one about.
Dating others, having fun, revitalizing a stale relationship, will not solve serious sexual problems and incompatibilities. But it can set a climate, put one in the frame of mind to ask, as one asked when the romance was new, "What can I do to make you happy?"
In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
CASE HISTORY
A College Fellatrice
"I knew a lot about cocksucking-I'd seen my mother sucking daddy's cock on many occasions. They thought I'd been asleep, but I sneaked out of my room and would peek through the slightly open door. Boy, did I see plenty! I saw enough to really know what cocksucking was all about. Daddy would usually lick mother's cunt while she sucked his dingus, but I got my kicks out of watching all that pricksucking.
"I never really got the chance to do some cocksucking of my own until I came to college and had that date with Curly. That was a night to remember, I'll tell you, when he came right out and asked me, begged me to take his thick prick in my mouth and suck it until he spurted all of his goodness out and down my throat!
"Of course I had had my cunt licked and sucked before that, but not for real. Well, what I mean is all the guys would do something like that because they thought it was the thing to do, you know. The real man-kind of thing to do. Actually, all they really wanted to do was sink their cocks into my pussy and hose my twat down with their jism.
"But there's more to sex than that high school kid of fucking. Not that there's anything really wrong with fucking. Shit, no! You'll never hear me say a fool thing like that! But there is something wrong with a guy not wanting to do more, you know. Like not really wanting to go down on my box and eat me out.
"And there's nothing wrong with a girl like me being really crazy about sucking cock, either. A good hot cock in the mouth is worth two in the bush, that's what I always say. Although I guess I could even say that a spurting cock in the mouth is even better than two in the twat. I believe that, anyway.
"I guess there's just some people who are turned on to mouth sex and some who aren't. Take me, for instance. I can't get enough of somebody sucking my pussy and I can't get enough of letting my mouth soak up good hot cock juice. I just need it, that's all.
"To give you a good example of just how fucking desperate things can get sometimes, let me tell you about that night with Curly. Like I had said before, I really think things had begun to open up for me here at school. I mean, not only living away from home and all that crap, but also being around new and different people was something that really made me see new things.
"I learned to drink the way I'd always wanted to drink. I kept the kind of hours I wanted to keep, and after that night with Curly I got enough sucking to satisfy me-at least a little.
"Curly was one of these real smooth guys. He wasn't on any of the teams or anything like that, but he was a fraternity man and very active in all the real important goings on around the campus. He was blond and slim, and underneath his groovy clothes he looked hard and solid. And best of all was the very promising bulge down at his crotch. I let my mind roam sometimes, imagining what a guy's cock and balls would be like if they weren't tucked away in his pants. You know what I mean, I sort of go basket shopping, like in the dining hall and places like that where I can give a lot of the boys' crotches the eye.
"Of course sometimes they catch me at it and sort of wink back, but none of them really made any advances to take me up on it and let me do my stuff. I heard some of the girls talking about how guys in college really don't go for things like getting sucked. By the time they're in college they all go for this big man routine and think that they have to keep fucking constantly otherwise some-body'll think they're not a real man.
"Shit! I've sucked off enough guys in high school to know that they really love it, big-man-image or not. I figured that all these guys needed was somebody who really knew how to suck a mean cock, like I sure as hell did, and then they'd want it all the time. They'd beg me to suck their cock and swallow their juice! And I'd love it!
"Anyway, all that changed when I went out with Curly. I met him while we were working together on some committee, and I dug him right from the start. There was just something about him, something other than his hefty basket, that I sensed but couldn't quite put my finger on it at the time. Later on I found out what it was.
"Anyway, one night after the committee meeting, Curly asked me to go with him to the local beer hall for a couple of quick ones. So off we went and that led up to our first date. There was this something, this thing that I sensed between us that I still couldn't put my finger on.
"But anyway our first date was at the movies, one of those Swedish sex films that was so popular at the time. It had one really good part in it though, and that was when the girl started sucking the guy off. Naturally they didn't show it as clear as I would have liked to have seen it up there on the big screen and in glorious color, but naturally they couldn't show something like that without trying to cover it up a little.
"I got the point of what was going on very quickly, though, and I glanced out of the corner of my eye to Curly to see how he was taking it. And then I saw something that really surprised me.
"Curly was watching the blowing scene with the greatest of interest. He had a handful of popcorn that was just an inch or so from his mouth. It seemed as if it was caught in midair while watching the girl on the screen suck off the guy.
"We were sitting as close as two seats in the movies allow, and I could feel his body get very tense and his breathing grow hard and fast. I chanced a look down at his crotch and sure enough, his dork was sticking up and pressing his pants out about a mile!
"I thrilled at the thought of what he might be thinking. My heart raced at the possibility that here I was sitting with a boy who might really dig cocksucking, and who might be longing to have a nice girl like me go down on his prick and suck every last drop of thick creaminess out of his tubes.
"Curly's breathing was coming faster and faster now, and I could see him pressing himself back in his seat in an effort to relieve some of the pressure that was building up inside him. Finally he dropped the popcorn box and turned to me.
"'Let's get out of here,' he said, 'I've seen this picture before."
"Well, after that we drove around for a while, and he didn't say much of anything. I felt sure I knew what the problem was, and I knew I had the solution for him. All he needed was my lips and tongue working on his prick. That would straighten out any guy in trouble.
"But I couldn't quite bring the subject up myself. I mean, much as I would have liked to have gotten the whole business under way and sucked his good dork, I still didn't think I should be so forward as to come right out and say to him, 'What you need, Curly, is my mouth sucking on your cock."
"After driving around for a while we finally parked on one of the campus parking lots and sat there smoking our cigarettes. After a while we started to neck, you know, like he had his arms all wrapped around me and was feeling my tits, and rubbing his fingers against the hard nipples that were sticking out from them.
"He went farther with no coaching, and soon he had one good long finger stuck up my cunt and was wiggling around in there for all he was worth. Soon he got bold enough to talk sexy to me.
"'I'd love to fuck you, honey. Let me stick my thick prick up your cunt and shoot you full of my come. Let me fuck your honey pot, honey. You'll love it. I'll be the best you've ever had."
"Well, he just kept up like that for the longest time, talking like that while he massaged my boobs with one hand and wiggled around in my cunt with the other. By then I was getting thoroughly turned on by the whole thing, especially since I was holding his cock through his pants, and I was really juicing from holding a nice hot, hard cock as big as his was.
"But in spite of being turned on by all of this, I had two things going on in my mind at the same time. First of all, I knew how much more exciting it would be if I could just take that cock of his that I was holding onto so tightly and plop it right into my mouth like a big gumdrop. And then I could suck and suck and bring the kind of pleasure to myself that I needed so desperately.
"But I knew something else, too. I knew that for all of this good fucking talk that Curly was giving me, something was wrong about it. I mean, there was still that thing about it that I had sensed all along, and this kind of talk, as exciting as it might be, was just a little out of character for him.
"And then something must have hit Curly. Maybe he realized the same thing that I was thinking. He suddenly straightened up in the seat and took a few deep breaths. He reached down involuntarily to his crotch and massaged his hard cock a few times.
"The thick outline of it against his pants made my cunt jump and twitch, and I couldn't wait for the opportunity to take that big thing in my mouth and suck and suck for all I was worth. Oh, how I was going to wrap my lips around that cock.
"'Tell me what's the matter, Curly. This isn't like you. Tell me what's troubling you, no matter what it is."
"Curly cast me a pitiful glance, and I could see right then and there that there was something really serious eating at him. I encouraged him again to spill it out and tell me all about it. And this time, after lighting up on a cigarette, he did tell me everything.
"It seemed Curly had this thing about being blowed. He wanted so bad to have a girl suck him off that he could hardly sleep at night thinking about it. And when he saw it going on in that movie, it just got to be a little too much for him to take.
"It seemed that Curly had hung up on this college idea of screwing all the time, and he was downright afraid to come out and ask the girl to go down on his hot cock and relieve the incredible pressure that was building up inside him.
"He thought that the girl would make fun of him or something like that. Maybe even worse, he fingured that maybe the girl would tell some of the guys who knew him and they would think he was strange, or maybe some kind of queer or something. It's weird the way people's minds will work.
"Curly sat there in the seat next to me and trembled. I would see his whole body shaking as he tried to tell me about his problem-his need. And the tears welled to my eyes as I longed to be able to take him in my arms and comfort him. I longed to tell him that his need and my need were one and the same.
"He needed hot lips and a tongue to suck on his prick and make it spurt, and I had those hot lips and tongue and ached to suck a good dick like he had. He and I complemented each other perfectly, and if all went well we'd both be able to get the kind of licks we wanted.
"He kept on trembling and shaking and quivering, and I could see him taking deep drags on the cigarette until finally it was all burned down and he threw the stub out of the window. He tried to apologize for his behavior, telling me that it was just something inside him that he couldn't control, and it had been like that for as long as he could remember.
"He just needed a girl to suck him off, it was as simple as that, and yet he had trouble finding the opportunity to get the kind of loving that he needed. Well, I decided to make a clean breast of the whole fucking thing and tell him exactly how much I needed to suck a guy off.
"I told Curly the whole story, about how I had had this need for as long as I could remember, and that there was just something inside of me that made me want to suck cock, suck a cock long and hard and hot until I managed to get a good mouthful of cream and then swallow the whole shooting match down.
"I told him the kind of trouble I had had recently in being able to suck cock, mainly because guys all had this hang up about fucking, and they thought that was the only thing to do. Well, shit, there was a hell of a lot more worth doing than fucking. I had found that out a long time ago, and ever since I had found out how good sucking cock was, I knew that that was what I wanted most out of sexing it up, no matter how much fucking I had to put up with in order to get it.
"There were times, I told Curly when I almost thought that I could acually come just from the intense feeling of a hot cock in my mouth, spurting off its good hot fluid like a firecracker. There was just something special, something very hard to define, about the incredible ecstasy that came to a girl like me when she was sucking a cock like there was no tomorrow!
"Curly understood perfectly. He had been watching me carefully in the pale moonlight that was filtering in through the windows of the car, and he could see just how sincere I was, just how desperate I was for the same kind of thing.
"I went on to tell him how many times I had watched his crotch and saw his round, full basket just waiting to be plucked, and I told him how just the sight of it had made my pussy churn around and around and my mouth water all at the same time.
"Curly listened carefully, and after I had finished my story I was sure that he believed me. I was sure that he could see that I needed a hot cock to suck just as much as he needed his to be sucked. So, without further to do we drove off to his apartment.
"My heart pounded the whole way. It always did that when I knew that I would soon be having a hot cock in my mouth. My lips and tongue ached to wrap themselves around his organ, and I knew that the time would soon be here when I could take his maleness deep into my throat and suck and suck and drain him of his seeds.
"We wasted no time in heading straight for the bedroom and getting undressed. I watched Curly carefully as he removed his shirt and exposed his flat, hairy chest to me. But I watched him even more closely as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them drop down around his ankles.
"He was wearing only his boxer shorts then, and I could see the substantial bulge that his cock and balls made against the thin fabric. I couldn't contain myself any longer, and I just went forward and pulled his shorts down, anxious to get at his equipment.
"His cock was just as meaty and magnificent as I had imagined it would be, and those two massive balls that hung heavily underneath suggested to me all of the creamy come that I would soon be swallowing down. Curly hugged me tenderly, but I could feel his body quivering underneath, just as mine was doing, and I knew that both of us were eager for the sucking ahead.
"Curly sprawled out on the bed and drew his legs up, spreading them wide so that I could nestle deep in there and go about my business. I moved right down to his crotch and gripped his cock by its firm, wide base. And then, opening my mouth wide I lowered my head and took his whole length in my mouth right down to his hairy root!
"Curly moaned loudly and began to thrash around a little, and to stop this I grabbed his hips and tried my damnedest to hold him tight against the bed. I could understand a little of his enthusiasm, after all I was feeling the same kind of wild excitement.
"My pussy had already started to leak a little just as soon as his hard, hot meat entered my mouth. There was just something magical about the feeling of a hot cock, and that magic was working right now. I licked around and around his thick cock head, and let my tongue dart into the little opening right at the tip of that mushroom head.
"It was the same little opening that all of that hot cream would soon be gushing out, and quite frankly I couldn't wait. It had been quite awhile since I had tasted the goodness of hot cock cream, right from the cock so to speak and now that the time was near for a good mouthful, I coudn't wait.
"Up and down my mouth traveled on that hard stiff rod, and I applied as much sucking as I comfortably could, while I licked around and around the length of that spear with my tongue. I could feel what I was doing to Curly, 'cause I could feel him shaking and quivering.
"This was something really special, if you can possibly understand what I mean. This was something I needed, and it was something that he needed, and here the same thing was bringing happiness to both of us. I mean, if only all of the world's troubles could be solved in the same way, how wonderful everything would be.
"Well, I sucked and sucked, letting my tongue lick around and around, and my mouth travel up and down, sometimes sinking down to the base of his prick and nibbling in his kinky cock hair a bit. Up and down I went, faster and faster, until finally I could feel Curly's body tense, and he jerked and throbbed a bit.
"Curly's hot cock went through a few spasms and finally violently spurted his hot load into my mouth. I came in heavy thick jets, and it felt a little like there was some kind of machine gun going off in my mouth. But it was wonderful, and I drank it all down.
"Later, after we had rested, I sucked Curly off again, and after I finished doing that he went down on my box and ate me out, licking my cunt up and down and in and out like it had never been done before.
"Curly said it was the least that he could do for somebody who had brought him such intense pleasure and satisfaction. And I knew that I had, from the way that he had cried out and moaned and thrashed around when he came. But I loved it, even if it didn't bring such intense pleasure to Curly. The fact that it did only made it that much more exciting.
"Curly and I have gone together ever since, and there isn't a night that goes by that we don't bring pleasure to ourselves with our mouths. It's really wonderful when Curly eats me out, yet I like it so much better when I suck his cock.
"It's so hard to tell you how great it is if you don't already know."
CASE HISTORY
"Sex Calling"
"So you want to know how I like this business of door-to-door cosmetic selling? Well, let me tell you-I wouldn't be without it. It's the best way of getting all the cocksucking I want, and believe me, I want a lot. It's also a hell of a good way to make extra money. Most of the horny guys I meet up with are always eager to spend their money on my products. After all, I give a swell bonus in the bargain-a cocksucking bonus.
"And you know something else, they like my work so much that most of them have me come back from time to time still, when their wives are away, of course. I go back and we sit around and have a beer or two and then we go off into the bedroom and I suck them off a couple of times so that they get their fill. And you know something? It takes a couple of times before I get my fill!
"I can tell you how the whole thing got started. I stopped at this one house where the man opened the door. He was about thirty-five or so, and not bad looking. I told him what I was there for, and he said that his wife was out for the day, but he gave me the once over and let his eyes drift down to the open top of my dress where he could see between my tits. Then he told me to come in.
"I sort of had an idea of what was on his mind, but I didn't think there was time for anything like that. I mean, neighbors had seen me go into the house and the guy just couldn't pull something that would take a long time. Little did I know.
"Anyway, I went through the motions of showing what I had for sale, all the while aware that he was sporting a roaring hard-on. His pants were sticking out like he had a poker underneath them. And I would have been willing to bet that it was a hot poker.
"Anyway, it didn't take very long to get around to the kind of business he was interested in. I guess there was something about me, or something that made him think that he could come right out and talk to me the way he did. He told me that he liked living with his wife and fucking her and all that sort of stuff, but she just wouldn't go down on him.
"Then, in that strange way that men have when they're getting at something, he said that if he ever found a nice girl who would suck his cock and drink his come he'd really make it worth her while.
"Well, I was caught in something of a problem.
I would be willing to suck his cock even without any money. So I wasn't sure whether I should turn down the offer of money or accept what he wanted to give me. I decided to offer him a lot of cosmetics for sale and then suck him off.
"Needless to say he bought the idea, and after a couple of minutes I was down between his legs with his thick cock in my mouth. I hadn't sucked off a guy as old as he was but I was pleasantly surprised to find out how much life he had in that cock of his.
"It kept throbbing and jerking all over the place, and pretty soon I sucked hard enough and drew his load out of his tubes in a rushing gush. I swallowed it all down, licked my lips, and then gathered up my sample case and left with my money.
"From then on it was easy to recognize a guy who needed to be sucked. They all had the same look, you know and as soon as I spotted it I played along with the guy, sucked his cock, and picked up some more money. But you know, as many times as I did it, I felt a little sorry for the guys. Here I was getting so much enjoyment from lapping up their cream and I was still taking their money. I sort of felt like I should be paying them!
"But they must not have minded. After all, most of them still call me back-for cosmetics and cocksucking."
CASE HISTORY
A Virgin for Orality
"It's certainly difficult to know where to start. I don't really know when it all started, but I do know that for the longest time I had this really strange feeling about cocks. I'd never been fucked, but I had this feeling for pricks-I can't quite explain it. There was something I wanted to do with them or to them-a feeling that I couldn't understand.
"The psychiatrist finally helped me understand what it was I wanted. He showed me that this disturbing emotion over cocks was really a desire for sucking-seems cocksucking was to be my bag. Since that therapy session I've sucked a hell of a lot of pricks, but I want to do so much more ... so much more.
But that's getting a little ahead in my story. That's the problem I'm faced with now. It isn't the one that I used to have. That's what I want to tell you about, the problem that I used to have. I had a lot of trouble trying to figure out what was going on with me, because I kept having these crazy dreams.
"Maybe I'd better start off by telling you a little about myself. I'm twenty-three, and I'm a hosiery clerk in a local department store. I don't make much money, but it's a decent enough income, and it keeps me in a decent place to stay and food in my mouth and all that sort of thing.
"The trouble all started a year or so ago when this really sexy guy started working in the department right next to mine. Well, let me say this much. I didn't know for a long while that there was any connection between him starting to work near me and the time the dreams started. It was the psychiatrist who finally managed to point that out to me.
"Anyway, right about then I started having these crazy dreams. Actually they started off very simple, and then got crazier and crazier as time went on. I guess the first one came about right after this guy who worked in the shoe department talked to me for the first time. It was a very simple thing, really, and it was only about a store matter.
"But later that night, when I should have been resting in a deep sleep, I started having this weird dream about a big rubber. You know the kind I mean-one of those that guys wear on their pricks to keep their come from seeping up into the girl's cunt.
"Well, this dream was like a nightmare for me, 'cause I'd never thought about anything like that before. I mean, I'd had dates and that sort of thing where boys tried to get into my pants, and work their fingers up under my panties and tried to sink them into my cunt.
"And just about all of them would handle my tits like they were melons at the market. I was used to that and I knew how to put them off when they came too close to their target. I used to take one look at their crotches and see their big long pricks sticking up, pushing their pants out about a mile. I often wondered about those cocks, and how they would feel stuffed inside my twat. But I knew that was bad. My mamma told me so. And yet, I still couldn't help wondering about those cocks....
"Anyway, this guy Paul started selling shoes in the department next to mine, and I guess one of the first things I noticed about him was his cock. Well, I didn't actually see his cock, of course, but I did see the bulge down in his crotch, and I just knew that he must have a cock and set of balls to remember!
"He wore those tight pants, you know, and there was such a nice rounded bulge down there at his crotch that I was reminded of those old cigarette commercials that talked about 'round and firm and fully packed.' I wondered what it would be like to take a big handful of that bulge and....
"Well, I knew I wasn't supposed to think about things like that. My mamma told me the kinds of things that nice girls thought about, and the kinds of things that they did. I wanted to be a nice girl, God knows.
"But that night I had the first of those strange dreams. I dreamed I worked in a supermarket, and it was my job to go around to all the hot dog packages and test them to see if they were still fresh. I was supposed to take the package in my hand and feel each individual hot dog, rubbing it up and down and handling it carefully to see if it was still good and fresh.
"I don't know why, but in the dream I started handling the packages and my hands started to get covered with something white. And after awhile it looked like I had been dipping my hand in a pot of milk or something like that. Anyway, everybody saw my hand and this white stuff that covered it and they started to laugh at me and snicker.
"Needless to say I was very embarrassed, and for the rest of the day I tried to pretend that I was doing something else. I mean, I knew I had to do my job there at the counter where the hot dogs were kept, but it seemed like I was pretending that I was doing something else.
"Well, for some time after that I found myself very much aware of this guy Paul. And for some time after that I had that dream about the rubber again and again. In the dream I found myself walking along in the desert, and I was very thirsty. I looked all over the place trying to find something to drink but I didn't see anything.
"And then, almost out of nowhere came this big tree that had these long flimsy things hanging down from it. As I got closer I could see that they were those rubbers, and there was something juicy inside. My thirst started to get the best of me and I wanted something to drink ... anything!
"Well I tore one of those rubbers down and wanted to drink the juice inside, but then a strange thing happened. The closer I got to the juice the more it seemed like it was away from me. I grabbed out at it with my hands, trying to get a good cupful, but it just sort of flowed away. I couldn't drink it no matter how much I wanted to!
"These kinds of dreams kept up more and more, and the friendlier I got with Paul the more savage the dreams became. Like I said before, I was aware of the bulge down in his crotch right from the first. I knew what a cock was like, and I also knew quite well all the things that could be done with one. I mean, it wasn't like I had had that much experience 'cause I hadn't, God knows. But I had heard the other girls talking, so I knew what it felt like to be fucked, and I knew how the girls sucked their boyfriends' cocks for them, and sometimes even let them stick it up their asses.
"Oh, yes, I knew all the things a cock could do, and sometimes I wondered. I wondered about things like that, sucking, and whether it was really possible to tolerate the taste. But I was sure I wouldn't want to do anything like that. I just knew that I wouldn't.
"And then I had another one of those dreams. During my break that day I had gone up to the employees' cafeteria, and I saw this girl who worked in the cosmetic department sharing her break with Paul. Paul was drinking a vanilla milkshake, and from time to time he slid the glass over to the girl and she sucked on the straw for a while.
"Of course I found out from the psychiatrist later on about how things that go on during the day can cause dreams at night. But I didn't know it then, and that night when I had that crazy dream I was sure I was going out of my mind!
"The dream started in my bedroom of all places, and there I was, in my dream, lying in bed and reading. Just then there was a knock at the door and when I said, 'Come in,' there stood Paul. He was as handsome and sexy as ever, although his clothes were torn and ragged, as if someone had been trying to tear them off his body.
"'Help me, Cheryl, help me,' Paul pleaded. He looked really desperate, although I didn't really know what to do other than to cover my nakedness. I felt a little embarrassed at having a man in my room like this, and that was really the only thing I could think about.
"Just then there was a loud crash and the door burst open. There stood the girl from the cosmetic department, and she was furious. She kept yelling at me to get my own meat, whatever that meant, and she kept trying to come at me with her fists, but Paul held her tight.
"But he was so mad that she broke away from him and started fighting with me. I tried to protect myself, but somehow I felt as if I deserved the things she was saying and doing to me, so I just let myself get beat up by this girl. Finally she overturned the bed and I lay sprawled out on the floor in the middle of the blanket and sheets.
"She started to come at me again but just then Paul called out. We both looked in his direction and he was pointing toward the bedroom door. There, from underneath the door, was coming this thick white creamy foam. I had never seen anything like it in my whole life, and I stared at it as if hypnotized.
"Both Paul and the girl were horrified, and they tried to get the door open but it seemed like it was locked. They pulled and beat on the door but it was no use. The foamy cream stuff continued to billow in under the door as if shot in by some high-powered hose.
"Then, in a few minutes the foam was up to about a foot or so high, and it seemed like it was still coming. The girl was yelling and screaming, and saying that it was going to cover us up. 'We're going to drown in it,' she yelled. And suddenly it seemed to me that that might be a very pleasant prospect.
"Suddenly I noticed that the room had begun to smell salty, and for a moment I thought that maybe we might be out on the ocean somewhere. Then I dipped my hand into the cream and I tasted it. I knew then why I was smelling the salt air.
"This creamy stuff tasted salty. It had a fishy, salty taste all to itself, and I must admit that I found it somewhat tantalizing. But the others, Paul and the girl, weren't getting along so well. It seemed like they were drowning in it, and I saw them both go under for the third time. Then, the last thing I remember from that dream was me sitting in my bedroom, surrounded by this sea of white creamy stuff, and dreamily lapping it up like some contented but lost kitten.
"And that wasn't the worst of it. I guess the most upsetting one, the one that finally made me see the psychiatrist, was the one I had the night after Paul drove me home from work. All the way home I was very much aware of him, to say the least. He had a convertible and the top was down, so the moonlight was shining right down onto us.
"Out of the corner of my eye I found myself watching his crotch very carefully. He didn't have a hard-on or anything, but I still could see the outline of his fat cock pressed against the fabric of his pants down at his crotch. And right next to that outline of his sausage was a big bulge that I knew was his balls.
"I knew that those balls were the storehouse of all his come, and usually the bigger the balls were the more come there was to be had. That is, for those who wanted things like that.
"And then, after we arrived at my apartment we sat in the car for a little while and talked ... just about working at the store. Then Paul looked at his watch and said that he had to go, so he left and I went on in and got ready for bed.
"It was funny, but the whole while I was getting ready for bed I was thinking to myself that Paul was probably very selfish. He probably kept everything of his to himself, including his cock. I wondered if he had let any girl do anything to him. Anything like sucking.
"So it was with those kinds of thoughts that I drifted off to sleep. And then, I had that really savage dream. I dreamed I was a princess in a feudal castle, and I was gazing out my window one day when Sir Paul, the knight, rode by on his horse.
"Suddenly I found myself consumed by hunger, and I ordered the palace guards to capture Sir Paul and prepare him for roasting. Naturally the kitchen was loaded with food, but I guess things like that don't matter in dreams. It always seems like they're trying to tell you something in the most roundabout way.
"Anyway, the guards captured Sir Paul and took him into the big kitchen to be roasted. Normally I would have stayed in the dining room and waited for the help to bring the food to the table, but this time I wanted to go into the kitchen and see the prize being prepared.
"I went into the kitchen and saw them strip Sir Paul. Piece by piece his garments were torn away, until finally he stood there in front of us, naked and in all his glory. His body was magnificently tanned, and it was hard and muscled in all the right places, without looking ungainly. And there was just the right amount of hair covering his chest, and dipping down below his stomach to the region of his cock.
"And his cock, how magnificent it was. I knew as I looked at it that it was certainly going to be the juiciest and most tender piece of this roast. The cock and those plump balls that hung heavily down below that cock. I'd savor those morsels for quite some time.
"Then they took Sir Paul over to the roasting pit and shoved a long skewer up his ass. They shoved and shoved until finally it came out his mouth, and then they took the two ends that were protruding from his body and hooked them on the rack.
"For some reason this didn't hurt Paul, and he just lay quietly while the fire licked up around his body, roasting it and turning it a golden brown. I kept my eyes on his cock and balls the whole time he was roasting, and I liked the way his cock would plop around when they rotated his body on the skewer.
"Finally he was done, and the kitchen help removed the skewer from the rack. Then they pulled the skewer out of his ass and placed Paul on a large silver serving tray, surrounding him with watercress and candied crabapples. He certainly looked like a feast fit for a princess.
"But I was only interested in one part of him. I licked my lips and grabbed the nearest carving knife. Then I rushed forward and pushed all of the help out of the way. Paul gazed up at me, helpless and roasted, as I swooped down with the knife and cut one of his balls off.
"I severed it neatly and gobbled it down, chewing furiously and savoring the taste of the cream-filled ball. Then I did the same thing to the other one, cutting it right off and chewing it up like a chicken gizzard. And was it ever good!
"And then came the piece de resistance, his luscious cock. I swished the knife quickly and severed that prick right at its base. Then I held that cock up over my head and gradually lowered it into my mouth, chewing and nibbling on it like a child eating a forkful of spaghetti.
"I nibbled and chewed until finally it was all gone, and I looked around for more of the same but there wasn't any. After all, Paul only had but one cock and one set of balls. But then, I reasoned, cocks and balls were typical male equipment, and there were other men in the kitchen.
"So, grabbing up the knife I began to chase them around and around the table where Paul lay roasted and without his sex organs. I chased them around and around, swishing out from time to time at this crotch or the next trying to cut off a cock or a ball. It was at that point that I woke up screaming.
"The next day I took off from work and went to see a psychiatrist who had been recommended to me by a friend. The psychiatrist was very pleasant, and after a little time I was able to relax completely and pour out everything that had been going on inside my head.
"Then, when I had finished, the psychiatrist explained that the usual procedure was to allow me to talk as much as I wanted to, and then after a period of years I would begin to see by myself exactly what my trouble was. And, he admitted, that it would take a long time and cost a lot.
"But in my particular case, he said, he thought it necessary if I knew right straight out that I was a compulsive but thwarted cocksucker. And even though I was shocked and professed to be innocent of his charge, he smiled and held up his hand knowingly. Then he went on to explain how my dreams had revealed my innermost desires. And the more he explained, and the more I remembered my feelings about Paul, the more I began to believe him.
"He managed to pinpoint my awareness of Paul as the triggering point for my dreams. Paul, it seemed, caused this flare-up in my subconscious of what I had been hiding from myself all these years, that I wanted desperately to suck cock and drink that hot come.
"Paul's presence and my eyeing his crotch and that bulge there started a war with my conscious mind, which didn't want to recognize my cocksucking desires, and my unconscious mind, which knew all about them. From that point to the present my mind was like a battlefield, with two opposing armies fighting it out.
"My dreams took me through a step-by-step progression, and the one where I was in a supermarket feeling the hot dogs reflected the desire I had had the previous day to reach out and grasp that bulge in Paul's pants. Of course since this was one of the earliest dreams, my defenses still hadn't broken enough to allow me to admit what I wanted. That's why the dream had me working in the supermarket, and I could excuse my actions because it was my job. But the fact that I was embarrassed because people laughed at me showed that I was inwardly ashamed of my desires.
"The recurring dream about the rubber on the desert was another kind of excuse just like the job. On the desert I was very thirsty and in need of something to drink. Since the come in the rubber was the only liquid there, I couldn't help but drink it.
But once again, my inability to admit how much I wanted it in effect kept the rubber and the come moving out of my grasp.
"By then I'd gotten more friendly with Paul, and when I saw him with that girl in the cafeteria a plain old streak of jealousy and envy flared up. I suspected that maybe she was one of those girls who really knew how to swing and sex it up. The dream where they were both in my room and she was beating on me showed how much I resented my inhibitions and my inexperience, and how much I secretly envied a girl like her.
"But I was still convinced that my training and the things my mamma had told me were right, and consequently I played God and let the girl's own wickedness punish her by drowning her in Paul's come-the same come that I wanted so much and was now, at least in my dream, starting to taste and enjoy.
"But when Paul drove me home that night I wanted desperately to make a move that would get us together, and maybe put me in a position where I might end up sucking his cock, for real. I wanted him to ask me out, or make a pass, or something. But he didn't. He just drove off and left me there. I decided then that he was saving his cock for someone, or something. And in my dream that night I did something about it.
"In my dream I maintained my position as the good girl who'd been brought up right by playing the role of a princess in a stone fortress. I had the power to order people around and make my guards trap Paul and prepare him for my wants.
"When I cut off his balls and his cock and ate them, it was the final symbol in the dreams telling me just how desperate I was to have Paul's organ in my mouth. And because this didn't hurt him in the dream and because he didn't cry out when I carved off his cock, the psychiatrist felt that inwardly I suspected that maybe Paul liked me after all and would really want me to suck his cock and nibble his balls and drink down his creamy come.
In any event, I believed what he said. From that point on it was up to me to either accept my feelings, or let them be the source of endless frustrations for me. There was nothing wrong with sucking cock, the psychiatrist explained. But there was something wrong in trying to avoid such an intense psychological desire as the one I had. It was entirely up to me.
"Well, I went home and did a lot of thinking about it. And the next day I went to work wearing my best dress, with my hair fixed the nicest I'd ever worn it. I made sure Paul saw me soon enough and as soon as he started paying attention to me I started in making a play for him.
"He asked me out that very night, and after our date I asked him up to my apartment, supposedly for a drink. But if I was lucky it would be me who did the drinking while he did the pouring!
"My heart pounded madly in my chest as I realized what I was doing. I was going against everything I'd ever been taught, and yet this was exactly what I wanted to do. Paul and I sat on the sofa holding our drinks, and like a brazen hussy I moved closer to him, letting my knee brush against his.
"Well, Paul was man enough to get the message, and he lost no time in taking me in his arms and crushing his mouth down on mine. I felt the hard, wet pressure of his tongue trying to force its way between my lips, and I opened them obligingly and let his tongue begin to whip around mine.
"With his free hand he reached down and cupped one of my boobs, squeezing it almost enough to hurt, but not quite. I felt his finger begin to flick lazily back and forth across my nipple and my nipple responded by sticking out against the fabric of my blouse.
"My heart was beating in my throat, mingling around with Paul's tongue, and finally I got up enough nerve to reach down and place my hot little hand on his crotch. And what I felt there almost made me jerk my hand away. His cock was sticking up straight and hard, and the sheer heat of it went right through his dress Levi's and into my hand.
"Paul moaned as soon as I touched his cock, and now that the door had opened I decided I would go right on in. I unzipped his pants and groped around in there trying to get a hold on his cock. Suddenly I felt it in the folds of his shorts. It was hard and hot and it reminded me a little of an animal hibernating for the winter.
"With a minimum of difficulty I got that prick out into the open and started to caress it with my fingertips. I brushed up and down its hard length and cupped the swollen bulb-like cock head in my hand. It felt a little mushy, and I wondered just what it would feel like in my mouth with my tongue running around it.
"Then Paul reached over and switched off the lamp. The two of us were sitting there in the dark then, and Paul began to undress me. God! Waves of heat were coursing through my body. I had been pawed before, like I told you, but this was something different. This was something I wanted to do, and all I could think of was that hot, hard spear I was holding in my hand. It didn't matter what he was going to do to me. I just wanted to suck his cock!
"What a relief to finally admit it. I felt like screaming it out to the world. I wanted to run to the window and shout it from the rooftops. 'I want to suck cock!' I wanted to scream.
"But running to the window wouldn't do any good. I had a hot cock right there in my hand, and if I wanted to really suck it I would only have to whisper my desire to Paul.
"By then he had both of us naked, and he pressed his hairy chest against my boobs and started to grind around a little, letting my nipples dig into his chest. And with my other hand I reached under his cock and took hold of those balls.
"Christ! Was this guy ever hung! I knew right then and there I wouldn't be able to take both of them in my mouth at the same time. I would have to suck on one at a time and be happy with that.
"Then Paul started to nuzzle my tits and flick his tongue back and forth across my nipples. Every now and then he opened wide and sucked in a good chunk of boob, and that really got the juices to working inside me. I can't remember ever having a boy excite me as much as this one was doing, and I knew I'd have no trouble coming. I even wondered if I could come just from holding onto that cock of his.
"But I had to have more. I had to make the move once and for all that would free me from the kinds of torment I had had in the past. Right now I would have to make the move.
"'Paul,' I whispered. My heart pounded so wildly in my throat that I thought I would choke before I could get my desperate request out.
"'Paul,' I tried again, 'can I ... can I ... suck your cock? "He stopped sucking my tit and sat up just as if somebody had jammed a dildo up his ass. Even there in the dark our faces were close enough that I could see the surprise written all over his face. I wondered for a moment if I had gone too far. Was I going to miss out on my chance to satisfy this crazy burning that I had inside me?
"But then he broke out into the widest grin I had ever seen on a guy. And as soon as I saw that I knew that not only was I going to get what I wanted, but maybe I was going to end up with him in the palm of my hand.
"'You ... you mean you want to...? ' He stammered as if he couldn't make up his mind what to say next.
"'I can't believe it! Why I thought ... well, I thought that I was going to have a bitch of a time just getting in your pants, and here you want to ... you actually asked to suck my prick!'
"Well, to tell you the truth I couldn't figure out why he was so surprised. Was it possible that he knew about my hang up and was just shocked that I had finally managed to speak my mind? I couldn't believe that. I hadn't let on to anyone about my compulsive urge to suck cock except to the psychiatrist. I hadn't even told my friend who recommended him about why I wanted to go. But then the mystery was solved when Paul took me in his arms and explained.
"'I'm sorry, Cheryl, it's just that ... well, I've been after your cunt for so long-ever since I first saw you as a matter-of-fact. And it's just that you didn't seem to pay any attention to me. I mean, maybe you were just being shy or something, but it sure seemed like you were awfully indifferent. And then when I drove you home that time, I thought that maybe you'd ask me up and I'd see if you were interested or not. But you didn't and, well, I figured that maybe you just didn't like sex."
"'But yet,' I said, 'you just admitted that you wanted to fuck me."
"'Well sure. I mean, after all, if a guy's normal he's just got to try to fuck everything. I figured that I'd get you drunk or something and then shove it to you, hose you down and pull out before you even knew what hit you. But when you come right out and ask to do a guy a favor like that ... wow! It just bowled me over!'
"I was so happy at that moment that I thought I would break down and cry all over Paul's naked body. I felt like I did years ago when I finally came of age and got my driver's license. It was a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction that would be only comparable to finally getting the kind of sex that I had been aching for so many years.
"Then Paul settled back on the sofa, working his crotch area out to the very edge. Rubbing his hands up and down his thighs he said to me: "'Okay doll, come and get it! Chow down on this meat and potatoes and eat your fill!'
"I took a deep breath and sat down on the floor between his legs. I rested my head against one muscular thigh, and began to stroke the other one with my hand. I was finally having a contact with a boy's sex that I was really looking forward to, and I didn't aim to spoil it by rushing and making a wrong move.
"Paul put his arms up behind his head and rested his head against them while he spread his legs even wider and gave me plenty of room to go to work, which I did.
"I slowly edged my head up his thigh until I was face to face with his crotch. Already I could smell his male scent, and it wasn't unpleasant at all. As a matter-of-fact, it started to make things happen inside my tits and my cunt that had never happened before. I had come before, naturally, but mainly from rubbing my clit. This time it was a real live boy and his cock that was making the juices start inside me.
"Knowing then that it was one of the most important actions of my life, I slowly moved my head toward that cock. Even without my touching it very much it had grown to what seemed like giant proportions. It stuck out from Paul's flat abdomen about eight or nine inches, and I began to wonder just how much of that shaft I'd be able to take in my mouth.
"Right at the tip of it was a big ball-like thing that was his cock head. It looked hard but actually it was very soft and mushy to my touch. There was a little opening right at the end, and I could see a little pearly glob of his cream lingering there. I guess the juices were working inside him, too.
"The head was separated from the rest of the prick by a thick ridge that ran all the way around it. And behind the cock head the rest of that cock grew back, widening little by little until it disappeared in a forest of short, black hairs.
"The skin of the shaft was drawn tight, and it looked very smooth, except for a couple of veins running here and there. I gripped it with my hand and couldn't help shivering a little from the heat inside it. Then I noticed my whole body start to shiver and I parted my lips and touched the tip of the dick head with my tongue.
"Although I hadn't meant to, my tongue lapped up that little glob of cream and instinctively my taste buds began to tingle from the salty, meaty flavor of Paul's seed. In a way it tasted a little like the juice from a pork roast that I had had for dinner recently, and I got the feeling that I would really like the taste of it when I got a whole mouthful!
"Well, I took a little time licking around that bulb-like head, and I could tell that Paul was getting a little restless. Then he told me to stop teasing his cock and give it the real thing.
"I decided I might as well make the plunge and so I dipped down on his dick, letting about eight of its nine inches fill my mouth and throat. And immediately I started to gag and choke and Paul had to slap me on the back a few times to straighten me out.
"Then he told me to take it easy for my first time, and only work on as much as I could comfortably take. So I started in again, this time working my way down his prick very gradually until I had managed to get in about three-quarters of it. This turned out to be more comfortable.
"I would have liked to have seen myself right at that moment. I knew that my eyes were bugging out as wide as could be, and my jaw was stretched so wide that it was beginning to hurt. But what I looked like didn't matter. What I was feeling did.
"Just getting a taste of Paul's cock was doing crazy, wonderful things to me, and I started sliding my mouth up and down that prick to increase the ecstasy that was starting to overtake my body. Then, as I got the hang of letting a lot of spit accumulate in my mouth so that sliding up and down was easy, I started to try to apply some suction.
"I pressed my lips together tightly and started to draw in, just as if I was sucking on a straw. I sucked and sucked, keeping up my sliding motion going the whole time. Then I added something new. I started to wiggle my tongue around so that it whipped back and forth along that hard piece of meat every time I pulled my mouth back and shoved it down again.
"Then I decided that I had gotten the hang of this business, and so I started going faster and faster. And when I did that Paul began to buck up and down on the sofa, and it seemed as if he was shoving his cock back into my mouth every time I pulled back for the next stroke.
"I started going faster and faster, and my head began to swim. I could already feel the wetness coming from my cunt, and the little jolts and jabs of electricity that filled my twat just before a come started. I almost reached down to diddle my clit, but I realized soon enough that now I didn't need to do it anymore. Cocksucking was my bag and that was how I'd get my kicks. And they were long overdue, too!
"I began to suck furiously, unable to cope with the unfamiliar frenzy that was taking over my body. My mouth ran back and forth along the hardness of Paul's hot cock, and I began to dig my fingers into his thighs, gripping him in an effort to know that I was not flying around somewhere up in the clouds.
"And I must have been doing something right because Paul's head was back against the back of the sofa and he was rolling it from side to side, as if he was in some kind of trance. I could feel his cock give a throb every now and then, and whenever it did he sort of jerked forward a little, pushing his prick even deeper down my throat.
"I began to smell his scent more now, probably because he was sweating so much down in his crotch. His cock was wet as all hell, and not from sweat, either. So much of my spit was covering it that the wetness was running down off his cock and into that wiry black hair that surrounded it. Some was even dribbling down onto his hairy balls.
"'Get ready, honey,' Paul breathed heavily, 'it's coming ... I can feel it coming!'
"My heart quickened as I realized what he meant. Soon, very soon now I would be experiencing my first mouthful of cock cream, and I sucked even faster to hurry it up. And the way my cunt was contracting I didn't think I could hold off my come any longer.
"I wanted to cry out from the sheer ecstasy that was coursing through my cunt and up into every muscle and fiber of my body. I wanted to open my mouth and scream, but I didn't want to let loose of that throbbing hot cock. And just as the dam broke inside me and my cunt juices started to run out of my contracting cunt, Paul gave a few quick heaves with his hips and threw his head back hard, crying out wildly as he did so.
"And then I felt a hot stream of salty thickness shoot from his cock and land against the back of my mouth. I opened my eyes wide in a reaction to this spurt and before I could even work my tongue around his cock to taste what was coming out, another great stream shot into my mouth and down my throat with incredible force.
"Jet after jet of the stuff spurted into me and soon I had no trouble getting a good taste. It was wonderful-better than anything I could have imagined. I gripped that cock with both hands and held it steady while it continued to spurt into my mouth. It was jumping now from the force of the throbs and the spurting contractions, and I certainly didn't want to take a chance of it jumping right out of my mouth and shooting out where it wouldn't do any good.
"Finally the deluge was over, and I slid my hand back and forth along Paul's dick a few times to make sure that I had gotten all of that hot milk. I did manage to squeeze out a few more drops, and these I savored with my tongue until they merged with my own spit and were gone.
"I looked up at Paul to see his face, and he took a few deep breaths and sighed. Then he sprawled out even more on the sofa and sort of melted. And on his face was the look of pure contentment. That made me feel even better.
"I had just had the best come in my life, and I had it without the aid of anything being shoved up my cunt, like everybody thinks you need. I got it from a prick, all right, but a prick in the right place. That made all the difference in the world.
"'Honey,' Paul said lazily, 'did anybody ever tell you that you were one hell of a cocksucker?'
"What a joke that was! No, I told him, nobody ever had. I tried my best to keep a straight face.
"'Well I just wonder,' he went on, 'if you fuck as well as you suck."
"Shit! I figured that I might as well lay it right on the line and admit that I'd never tried. And when I did tell him, I could see his jaw just about hit the floor! He sort of stammered a little while, and then managed to ask me if I'd like him to break me in.
"Well, I figured what the hell! If I'm going to meet up with a lot of guys, the question of fucking is going to come up soon enough. Paul might as well be the one to take my cherry. After all, he just did, only in another way.
"So I told him yes, and he lay down on the floor and with little to do in the way of preparation, just rammed his cock into my snatch right up to its hairy hilt! I bit down hard on my-lip as I felt my cherry split open and my pussy get filled with that hunk of beef.
"But I didn't have too much time to think about it, 'cause Paul began pounding my cunt with that cock like it was some kind of jackhammer. In and out he ripped, taking several long minutes and then finally shooting a wad into my twat.
"He got up from me breathing heavy again and looking satisfied, but I can't say that I was. Even considering that it was my first fuck, I still got nothing out of it. It just seemed a big waste when I would have loved to have sucked him off again.
"But I got my wish in a few minutes, when between the two of us we managed to get his dick hard again and I plopped it into my mouth, really working it over now with my lips and my tongue and even my teeth. After a little while I got another load out of him, which I drank down like it was vintage wine. There wasn't much to the load this time, but I figured that after having spurted three times in a row he didn't make it fast enough to keep up with the demand.
"I knew then that I'd have to meet up with a number of boys if I was going to keep my needs satisfied. And through Paul I did meet a lot of guys who worked in the department store. Within a relatively short period of time I had gotten to know the cocks of guys in the sportswear department, the house wares department, ladies' lingerie and the entire bargain basement!
"And just recently I had another dream, although I'm glad to admit that this was an entirely different kind. In the dream I'm working in my department and this great-looking young stud comes in with a bulge at his crotch that sticks out about a mile. He asks if this is the cocksucking department and I tell him that it is, and that we have them long and short, with and without teeth. Then he tells me that he'll take a dozen of each, and I ask him if it will be charge or cash!"
CASE HISTORY
Sadie's Swap Party
Sadie R. was an early high school dropout. She was barely sixteen when she left school and became a waitress in a diner catering mostly to traveling salesmen, truck drivers and the usual town drifters. Every time a strange man came into the restaurant, her thighs felt an exciting moisture, and her eyes got glassy as they focused on the front of the man's trousers.
One Friday night she'd sexed it up with five traveling salesmen. One had been a hulking black brute. It had been a rather horrible experience, and she tried not to think of it.
But the scene kept intruding upon her mind. There'd been the five men, four girls, and an almost endless round of swapping, fucking, sucking, drinking, nakedness and uninhibited sex.
She would never forget Mike, the black man.
She would never forget being drunk, lying naked on the bed on her side with Bob's hard cock in her mouth-with Alex's huge pole working into her ass-with Carl's equally big cock sunk into her pussy, rubbing and jostling in her guts against Alex's cock, the two separated only by a thin membrane-as she used both hands to jack Mike and the other man off. Mike had the biggest blackest cock she'd ever seen, and she hadn't been able to take it.
She was sore yet from all that had happened. But she was also the center, the focus of all eyes, and the receiver of all kinds of propositions. Especially from Mike.
And Mike turned her on. Oh, how she wished she could get all of his big tool in her snatch, but it was impossible. She could only get the head of it in her mouth and when he'd tried to force it into her pussy, it had been pure hell.
He picked her up after work that evening and took her for a ride. He found a private place far out in the country and turned off the main road. When he parked at a beautiful picnic site, Sadie unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car. She actually felt a little dizzy from wanting Mike, and from a sudden fear.
Mike was smiling. He took her hand and led her over to a picnic table. He kissed her once, but it was a soft, chaste kiss.
Sadie began trembling. He took her hand again. "Come," he said, "let's look around."
He pulled her to her feet, and she went suspiciously and cautiously with him. Fear and dread spread through Sadie's mind like a stain.
They went down a dark lane to the edge of a river. Mike stopped and took her into his arms. They kissed, and Sadie pressed her body to him and her nipples expanded almost painfully against the confinement of her bra.
They lost balance and toppled to the ground. The ground was soft and mossy, and they seemed to sink into it. Sadie was overcome with a floating sensation.
She laughed when Mike's hands explored her breasts, squeezing, rubbing gently. She arched her back and pushed her breasts against his hands. "Ummm, that feels good," she said.
"Want me to do more?"
"Oh, Mike, you'll hurt me!"
He kissed her ass his hands roamed under her short skirt. He pushed his hand under her elastic leg bands and stroked her pussy lips until they became wet. Shivers of excitement went through Sadie.
Slowly, she unzipped his pants and found his hard cock. She shivered at the size of it, then engulfed its head with her lips. She sighed and closed her eyes as her tongue played with its tip. The sensation of sliding her tongue up and down the underside of his thing was sensual and satisfying. She pushed her hands under his pants and locked his weight against her. She plunged her tongue once more down the side of his shaft, and Mike groaned.
"Oh, God, Sadie, when you do that-"
She kept her face tight against him, his cock warm against her cheeks. She inhaled his male smell, absorbed his warmth. He was already gasping and moaning as an orgasm built swiftly in his loins. Sadie moved so he couldn't reach her thighs.
She wanted him. She wanted to give him the ultimate pleasure. She wanted that hard meat of his inside her!
But she was scared of its size.
He moved to bury his cock in her belly. He gripped her arms. "Oh-uh-uhhh!" he cried.
At that moment, he reached his peak, and his semen began spurting onto her belly, thick and hot. He moaned and groaned.
After he rolled away, Sadie lubricated herself with his own juices.
It took Mike only about five minutes to get a hard-on again. He looked at Sadie, and his gaze was very intent. A shiver went through her. Could she take his cock? She looked at it, and the sick, all-gone feeling in her stomach got worse. She began breathing fast, open-mouthed.
"No-please, no-," she begged.
"Please, let me try."
He poised himself above her and with his hands, brought his hard cock to the lips of her cunt. It was long and thick, and its skin drew back to reveal a large, violet head.
Her fingers dug into his neck. She was gasping.
"Look at it," he said. "You want it. You want me to fuck you!"
Her gaze fastened on his projecting cock. It was slowly parting her cunt lips.
Mike pushed his hips closer-closer. Sadie was pinned down. She could not move. His cock entered her pussy, and the heat of it was like a brand.
"Oh, Christ, it hurts!" Sadie cried.
"Take it, Sadie. I'll be gentle. I want to come in you. It will feel so good. You know you want it-"
Sadie sobbed. She could no longer stand the pain. "Oh, Mike, don't push it any further. Please, Mike-"
He waited, the head of his cock between her pussy lips. He nuzzled her lips, and a great sea of despair and need rose to claim Sadie's entire being.
She spread her legs and felt his warm, silky glans. She pressed her hands on his back and pushed downward. Mike pushed his cock into her, long inches of it, deep into her body.
Sadie writhed and moaned.
Mike fucked it to her.
It was over quickly. He caressed her hair and groaned, "Fuck-fuck-fuck-." At the end, his voice shook, and he was panting. His fingers dug into her scalp.
He sent three splashes of semen into her, grunting over her head. She pushed upward to receive his juices. She fucked him until there was no more pleasure left to give, until he pulled his huge, hot cock from her pussy.
Sadie looked down and saw she was bleeding. The crimson liquid ran down both her legs. Mike turned away, and she thought he was going to vomit. She tried to get up, but the pain forced her back on the grass.
"Oh, Sadie, I didn't intend to hurt you," Mike wailed. "Can you stand up?"
When Sadie tried, she couldn't.
"Shall I get you to a doctor?" Mike asked.
"Not unless you have to. Let me rest a minute, and I'll try to get up again."
"This is a terrible thing I did to you," Mike said, bitterness in his voice.
"I love you, Mike-so much-"
"And I love you. But this is awful." Mike was shaking like a leaf. Finally, he added, "Let me help you to the car. I'll get you to town, and by then we ought to know if you need a doctor."
Fresh tears welled up in Sadie's eyes as she nodded. Mike helped her into the car, and she cried all the way to town.
However, the pain had somewhat subsided. She was crying because she feared she could never fuck Mike properly. The best she could do was watch some other girl take what he had in some sort of swap party.
She huddled on the seat and wanted to die.
Sadie was miserable in the days that followed. For two whole days, she was confined to her bed. She had no desire for food, and when she tried to sleep, her dreams tormented her. Still she wanted Mike's huge cock in her. Couldn't something be done? Why couldn't she stretch to accommodate it?
On Thursday evening, there wasn't much business at the restaurant. Sadie was moping over the counter when the salesman named Carl came in. She looked up, and there he was.
He sat down beside her. "Sadie, what's going on? What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said dully.
He kept probing, and finally, she thought: Hell, why not tell him? She did.
"There's something a girl can do about a thing like that," he said.
"What?"
"See a doctor."
"Oh, shit!" Sadie couldn't help feeling vindictive and cruel. "Leave me alone, Carl," she said. "I-I don't want to see you."
"No. I want to help you do something about this," he said. "It's damned important!" He grabbed her hand. "Come on!"
She let him pull her to his car. He said testily, "Get in! We're going for a drive, and we're going to talk until we get this thing settled!"
Sadie acted reluctant, but even then, she hoped he could do something about her condition.
He drove north on the highway.
"Okay, now, why don't you want to see a doctor?"
"Oh, Carl, I've been fucking a lot, and I don't want any doctor to know about me!" Her voice sounded dead.
"A doctor won't give a shit about your sex life!" Carl had pulled off the highway and stopped. He turned and said, "Let me have it. Let me try to stretch you."
Sadie stared at her hands in her lap. "I want to. I can't resist when someone asks." She fought back her tears, and her voice became gaspy and hesitant. "But, Carl, I'm sore-sore."
He stared at her, and she could feel his eyes.
"Yes, I know," he told her. "But I'll be careful."
"All right, Carl, if you're telling the truth-"
It was a weird session. Sadie became all tied up with love and belonging. She was greedy as she tried to take Carl's hard cock. It hurt-hurt.
"You're a compulsive fucker," Carl told her.
She agreed. "Yes, I've been this way since I was six years old," she said.
Carl penetrated her, but the pain was so great she made him take it out.
"Oh, Jesus," he said, shaking his head, "You've got to get help!"
He started the car again and pulled back onto the highway. He drove, without speaking, to a side road that curved up into the mountains. High on a ridge, there was a house. Carl drove up to it and stopped.
"A friend lives here," he told Sadie, taking a deep breath.
"So what?" she asked.
"He and his wife like a good party. And he's not too big." He hit the steering wheel with his palm. "I'm hot for pussy! I'm a sizzling bomb!"
"I'm sorry, Carl."
"And if you can't take it, old Sid likes a suck job."
Sadie couldn't speak. She just nodded. Her cheeks were wet with tears, and she began sobbing. "I've sucked off a lot of boys. I started when I was eight." Sadie felt a terrible misery in her.
Carl kissed her. She sought his mouth hungrily, enjoying the sweetness of his lips, the exciting magic of his tongue. She wanted to suck him off to start with, fill her mouth with his cock, his semen.
He helped her out of the car and up the walk. Sid and Jean Conway met them at the door. After short introductions, things happened fast. Sadie ran Sid's zipper down and reached into his pants. She found his hard cock and pulled it up, doing things to it delicately. It wasn't very big.
But it made her breathe fast. Aroused by the feel of his cock in her hand, she whispered, "I want it in me!" She slid around and spread her legs to receive it, sinking back in utter content as Sid mounted her.
He went deep into her easily. She strained upward to take all he had. Then she closed her eyes.
He pressed even deeper, and she smelled male sweat. She bucked and moaned with happiness. The pain was gone-everything was gone but his wonderful cock. She began a slow raising and dipping of her hips. Her pussy was wet and hot for him.
Long, slow, delicious moments passed. Then she began to tense. Sid's breathing speeded up as she tightened her pussy lips around his shaft. She gripped his thighs as he gripped her waist.
"Oh, Jesus, Sadie-"
He began to plunge harder. Sadie moaned. He was panting very fast, his body tensed. "Ohhh-uhhh-"
Thick spurts of semen splashed into her. She loved it. She writhed under him as he moaned and continued spurting more and more.
Finally, it ended, and Sadie opened her eyes. The world was still there, unchanged. Carl and Jean were in throes of an orgasm. Carl moaned over her, his fists clenched.
After about ten minutes, Sadie and Carl returned to the car. He shut the door and asked, "Satisfied?"
"Yes, temporarily," she said.
"Well, you fuck around with short-horns, like Sid," Carl said. "Later, we'll find bigger cocks-and little by little-"
An irrational fear suffocated Sadie.
"We'll get you stretched to take Mike, darling-"
She pushed at him. "No-no!" She was afraid she'd be able only to take a cock up to a certain size. Beyond that, there would be only pain and the ripping of her insides. She'd never be able to accommodate Mike!
They rode along in cold silence.
Finally, Carl asked, "Won't you try?"
"Well, all right," she said.
He drove her back to the restaurant.
Sadie learned that some five million couples in the United States enjoy an exchange of partners for sexual intercourse. They are both marrieds and singles. One out of every ten married couples have participated in spouse swapping. And the figures are increasing.
Mostly, these swap parties are instigated by men. Men are by nature more swap minded than women. Women, as a rule, are promiscuous only when tired of a lover.
Or, as in Sadie's case, they are unable to accommodate their lover.
Sadie and Mike began doing a lot of swapping. Lying close to Mike and his partner, Sadie would grab him in the throes of her orgasm and reap great excitement from his touch, his kiss. Then she would become frightened and unhappy because it wasn't his huge, hard cock in her.
At times, a resentment and hostility brewed in Sadie, and made her feel insecure. Her sense of unrest engendered disharmony, and, at times, she would quarrel with Mike.
But, finally, after a period of sex with other men less endowed, Sadie again found the courage to try to take Mike's big cock.
Things were better than before, though fucking was still painful. Mike was patient and careful. The first time he fucked her after their period of swapping, he got her drunk, hoping it wouldn't hurt so badly. He started kissing her and saying, "I love you-I love you." Then he flattened her on the bed.
He was hot as hell, and his big cock stabbed at her belly. She was getting pretty hot herself and was delighted when one of his hands found her pussy. She wanted his tremendous cock that was long and thick and strong. She wanted it buried deep in her. Jesus, she was wet between the legs! Mike looked tense as he hovered above her.
"Oh, fuck me, Mike!" she cried.
He was acting frantic as he got his cock between her legs. She took it in her hand and guided it to her hole. Mike poised there for a moment, then slowly, carefully forced it in.
He began pumping, making his ass go up and down, forward and back. He hurt terribly-and yet he felt deliciously good!
He found his pace and pistoned in and out of her cunt until Sadie wanted to scream from the joy of it. She sensed that he was about to come, so she put her hands on both sides of his ass and gave him the works. She fucked him like he'd never been fucked before, she knew, giving him a hell of a hump.
He gasped and moaned, and she felt his hot juices painting her whole insides. He came, and he kept coming, and he kept on trying to come after he'd stopped coming. She'd given him the best she had, which was an awful lot.
Pretty soon, he wanted it again. And again.
Sadie got pregnant.
So they were married because they were in love.
In the beginning, they continued to indulge in swap parties. But the truth was that Mike was the most satisfying partner, and he kept insisting that Sadie was, too. Eventually, they stopped swapping.
Sadie had her baby, a sweet little girl.
After the birth of little Susie, Sadie's cunt seemed to have stretched. But it was still snug and tight, and Mike said it was the best pussy he'd ever had.
Sex was wonderful for the two of them. Sweet pussy! Big cock! And action, man! Sadie would beg, "Screw me, Mike!" Mike's cock would instantly rise to a full erection, and they'd both start panting for a come. Mike would prong her deep and true, burying his huge spear in her to the handle. He'd pump away, and Sadie would writhe and groan under him.
"I'm coming!" he'd yell. Sadie would feel herself coming, too.
He'd shoot spurts and spurts of semen into her.
And that was their reward for patience and the ability to keep trying.
CASE HISTORY
Fellatio for a Tired Husband
Margo and Frank had been childhood sweethearts. As soon as Margo was graduated from high school they had married. Frank took a job at an auto supply firm, having decided not to go on to college, and they settled down to the routine of married life.
Part of this routine was, of course, their fucking. Margo loved sex. She had wanted Frank to fuck her a long time ago, long before they were married, but he didn't believe in it. He told her that he wanted to save her until they were married, in the same way that he wanted her not to do anything with anybody else.
"Will you promise not to fuck with anyone?" he had asked her. "I won't touch you until after we're married, but I want your solemn word that you won't let any guy get his cock into you either."
Margo had laughingly agreed to such a promise. She fleetingly thought of her past sexual experiences, the experiences that had occurred only during her last two years in high school.
Margo had fucked around with several boys, although not since she and Frank had decided to marry. She had been faithful to him from that point on. But one thing she had learned in her fucking around was how so many of the boys liked to be sucked.
And she had found out how much she had liked to suck them off. There was something about it that really got the juices flowing inside her, and once or twice she had thought that she was right on the verge of coming, just from sucking a cock.
But it had been awhile since she did anything like that, and since Frank didn't want sex before marriage, she hadn't had the opportunity to taste his cock and his cream to see how much she liked it.
Frank fucked her pretty much like the other boys had, only it seemed that sometimes he didn't have quite the energy and vitality for screwing that Margo would have liked him to have. Frank worked very hard at the auto supply firm, trying his best to earn enough points to qualify for a promotion. As a consequence he came home from work far more tired than most young married men.
Many times they would undress, anxious for a nice long bout of screwing, and Frank would climb up and nestle himself between Margo's long slim legs. He would burrow his face down in her bush and get a good mouthful of his wife's cunt hair.
Then he'd pull his head back as if he were trying to pull the cunt hair out by the roots. He'd tug and pull and this would get Margo's box all hot and wet. Then he'd rub his face up and down her slit, letting his tongue travel in and out of the fleshy folds.
Occasionally he would grip her clit between his lips and press hard on it, giving it little tugs just as he had tugged her cunt hair. And usually while he was doing this he'd be holding onto Margo's boobs and flicking his thumb back and forth across her hardening nipples.
This was all fine with Margo except for one thing. He never did it long enough. It seemed that Frank was always so anxious to get his prick inside her snatch that he only spent just enough time licking her cunt and flicking her nipples to arouse her only slightly. Margo wished he'd do it all so much longer.
And then, finally he'd slip his cock all the way up her juicing twat. Margo remembered that some of the other guys who had fucked her had liked to sort of tease her a little, letting their cock heads slide back and forth and up and down her slit a little before they sank it into her.
And she remembered one guy who had given it to her about a half inch at a time. He sank his cock into her box so slowly and so gradually that she was about to scream out from sheer torture before he finally jammed it all the way into her.
But poor Frank didn't seem to come up with these imaginative fucking methods. He just wanted to sink it in, slosh it around a few times and give her a little dollop of cream. Margo decided that she would have to think of something.
And then one day Frank came home especially tired. It had been inventory time and he had been working late for the past few nights, this one in particular. They went to bed as usual, and Margo was especially hot for his cock. She had been reading a sex magazine during the day and by the time her husband came home she was aroused and hot to trot.
As soon as she saw Frank and how tired he looked, she knew she was going to be in for trouble. She wanted his hot, hard cock more than anything in the world, and yet she could see that she was going to have a hell of a time getting it.
After they stripped and got into bed, Frank's cock managed to get half a hard-on. He started to suck her pussy and massage her boobs, but it didn't help. Several times he tried to get it into her, hoping that it would get bigger once it made contact, but no such luck.
And then Margo had an idea. She remembered how sucking on a cock had usually made it get bigger and harder, even when it was already big and hard. And she remembered something else. She remembered just how fond she was of sucking hot cock. Then she knew what she had to do.
She told Frank to lie back on the bed, and draw his arms up behind his head. Then she spread his legs apart for him, exposing his crotch to the assault that she had planned. Frank really didn't have a very good idea of what was coming off.
Don't forget, his previous sex experience had been somewhat limited.
Margo worked herself up between her husband's legs until her head was near his stomach. Then she laid her head down and caressed his flat stomach with her cheek. He had a reasonable amount of hair over his chest and stomach and Margo began to run her tongue around in the hair, getting it good and wet.
Then she started working a little lower, dipping down to his bellybutton and letting her tongue work around and around in the hole. She didn't get that much out of what she was doing, because, at the moment, she was much more interested in sucking cock, but she knew from past experience that this was the sort of thing that really turned a guy on, and Frank would be no exception.
He was starting to move around and thrash a little bit, although Margo could see out of the corner of her eye that even while Frank was enjoying what was being done to him, he was a little uncertain about exactly what was coming next.
Well, that was all right, figured Margo. After all, the best was yet to come, and she thought to herself that probably poor old Frank had never had his cock sucked before. He would really jump out of his skin when she wrapped her hot mouth around his cock and let her lips and tongue go to work on him. Wow!
Then, after she had licked out his bellybutton for several long minutes Margo went lower and let her face run around and around in her husband's wiry black cock hair. Frank's cock hair really excited Margo, mainly because it was so close to the object of her affection, his meaty cock.
She worked her face around and around in his kinky hair and let her tongue snake out and lick a little at the same time. Then she took a bite into his little forest and got a special thrill while she felt the thin hair run through the cracks between her teeth.
Still Frank didn't know what was coming off, but the excruciating pleasure that his wife was bringing to him was a little too much to complain about, and he just lay there while she let her mouth do its thing. At this point Margo got a little rougher, and tried to show Frank how she would have liked this kind of thing if he had had the same interest in her.
Margo sucked on Frank's cock hair and nibbled on him just as long as she could possibly stand it, and then she knew that she had to duck down and start in on his cock. So without further to do, she began to suck her husband off.
She began very slowly, so as not to frighten him. After all, he hadn't had the pleasure of a cock suck before, and now he was going to find out what it was really like when performed by someone who really cared about her work. And Margo did care about her work. She was a born cocksucker, as time would soon show.
She opened her mouth slightly and allowed her husband's cock head to enter. Because he was as tired as he was, his cock wasn't fully hard, but even so the liquid hotness of his wife's mouth was enough to make him jolt. He instinctively closed his legs and after a few seconds when the tingling head began to get used to what was happening to it, Frank loosened his legs and Margo could breathe again.
"Margo, what...?"
Frank tried to get the words out. He wanted to know what was happening to him, but she was so caught up in the conflicting emotions that were covering him that he didn't know what to say. He felt that he should make some effort to fight what was being done to him, and yet it felt so fucking good that he didn't want it to stop.
Margo started to lick her husband's cock head, and little by little, very gradually, she felt that cock begin to stiffen and throb. Frank felt the hardening pleasure that was coming over him and he just lay back and relaxed and let Margo's mouth work its magic on him.
By now Frank's cock was just about all the way hard, and Margo took more and more of it in her mouth, until finally her face was nestled right up in his cock hair and she had his full, hard length in her mouth and down her throat.
Frank stiffened again, but this time out of sheer ecstasy. Margo heard him moan softly, and she knew that it was time for her to start work. Very slowly she began to slide her mouth up and down on his cock, until finally she had the whole length of it greased up.
Up and down she went, and with every downward motion Margo flicked her tongue around and around that hard shaft, paying particular attention to the engorged mushroom head. Sometimes she dipped her tongue into the little slit that Frank's come spurted from, and he really wiggled when she did that!
Then she wrapped her lips tightly around his cock and when she had a firm grip she jerked her head back, making an effort as if to pull Frank's cock right out by the roots. She did this several times while he thrashed and quivered around on the bed.
Then she pulled her head back and let his hard, throbbing cock slide out of her mouth. But she didn't stop her lips and tongue from sucking. Oh, no. She went just a little lower and sucked in one of her husband's balls, letting her tongue run around and around it while she drew it deeper into her mouth.
She worked on that ball in this way for several long minutes, and then she went on and did the other one in the same way. Then, after she finished that, she gulped both of them in her mouth at the same time and let her tongue rub against first one and then the other. Then she used her tongue to make both balls rub against each other.
Frank was slowly going out of his mind, but still Margo wasn't finished with his meat. She worked her tongue up and down each crevice along her husband's cock and balls, finally dipping down and working between his tight ass cheeks.
Frank really tightened when she did this, but he quickly loosened up when he felt the intense pleasure that was coming to him. Margo worked faster and faster, sometimes coming back to his cock and giving that a few licks and a few sucks just to keep it hard.
Back to his ass and into the crack for a good lick or two there. Then, getting all of the strength behind her tongue that she had, Margo jammed forward and entered her husband's hole, letting her tongue sink deeply into his dark passage.
Frank thrust his hips up from the bed and wiggled all the while his wife's tongue was spearing his ass. Margo could see what excitement this was bringing to her husband, so she worked faster and a little rougher, knowing that at this stage of excitement there was nothing to be gained by gentleness.
But there was something that Margo was missing. She was missing the warm meaty taste of her husband's cock, which was only a few inches away from her mouth. She decided not to put off her own pleasure any longer. And besides, it felt as if her husband was begging to come.
Margo swiftly went back to Frank's cock, taking its hard length in her mouth and chowing down on it right to the hilt. Up and down she let her mouth work on that spear until finally she felt her husband's body tense, and she knew that his come was very close.
In a way Margo was a little sad since she liked the taste and the feel of a cock like her husband's, but she was also anxious to get another good mouthful of that creamy cock juice. It had been so many years since she had had a good dose, and now her time had come.
Faster and faster she sucked cock, harder and harder her mouth worked on it, and tenser and tenser she felt the body underneath her get. Finally she knew the time had come when her husband started moaning and thrashing all over the place, and she felt that heavy cord that ran underneath his cock thicken.
Suddenly her mouth was filled with creamy come, while her husband's cock throbbed and pulsated with mighty, heaving strokes jetting great streams of sperm into her mouth. Margo gulped each stream down as it jetted into her, and soon her mouth and throat were filled with the salty pork taste of male juice.
And then, before she had known what had happened to her, Margo felt a wave of electricity flow through her, and she knew that she was coming herself. Something had triggered inside her and she was heading into her own powerful orgasm.
And then wave after wave flowed over her body and she just rolled back, letting Frank's cock plop out of her mouth. She lay there clutching her boobs while she came, her cunt leaking her cunt juice all over the sheets. And then, after several long minutes after which Frank's cock had finished jetting hot sperm and Margo's cunt had finished coming, the two of them just lay there side by side, perfectly contented and thoroughly happy.
Night after night Frank came home just as tired, and night after night he lay back while Margo's powerful mouth went to work on him, sucking his cock into hardness and finally drawing his cream out of his tubes. And then, as soon as her mouth was filled with cream, the cunt muscles would go to work and bring Margo to a glorious come of her own.
For the first time in her married life she was coming every time she had sex, and from that point on every time she had sex meant sucking on her husband's cock.
It was an excellent arrangement for this young couple although it should be mentioned that orality is not a sexual solution for all people.
CASE HISTORY
The Lure of Fellatio
"I've got a real soft dad, the sort that would do just about anything I wanted. Whenever I ask for the car keys, he always hands them over to me-never bothers to ask where I'm going or when I'll get back. He's a real doll. But I wonder if he'd still be a doll if he knew just what I did with that car of his. It's the greatest way ever to pick up guys. It's also the best way to get into those drive-in movies where the best guys are to be had. Or should I say the best cocks? Because that's just what I do at the drive-in. I look around for cock-cock for sucking, because, baby, that's my hang up. Cocksucking!
"Maybe I should explain myself. It's just that I never seem to be able to get enough of pricksucking. Fucking's all right if you want to fuck, but some people are just cut out to do different things, you know what I mean?
"Take me, for instance. I was born to suck cock. There's nothing else like it, and I don't want anything else. It's the only way I can get a good come for myself, as well as being able to bring the stud to a real hot come. And that's what they're after too, don't forget.
"But the problem with going steady or anything like that is that a guy only has so much come in him, and then he's no good for a while. Well, I don't want that kind of shit. Let me tell you what I do to get my fill of good hot cocks and good creamy man-seed.
"First of all I find a spot at the drive-in right near the back, where I can go about my operation without being observed by too many people behind me. I like to go there just about any time at all, but it's especially good when they're playing one of those teenage movies, you know. That really brings the young kids in.
"Speaking of that, you'd be surprised how many guys come to the drive-in alone. Most of them I've sucked off ended up telling me that they had just had a fight with their girl or something like that, and had just gotten pissed off enough to come to the drive-in by themselves. Well, that's okay for me, but it sure is a shame for the other girl. She probably has no idea what a good cock her boyfriend has.
"Anyway, what I do is hang around the refreshment stand until one of the boys comes around. I can always tell when he's alone because he only buys for himself. Although sometimes I've been wrong about that, for the guy has still come along for a quick blow job. After all, not all girls give their guys blow jobs, and the guys are hungry for them.
"Anyway, what I do is meet up with one of the studs at the stand, and then I tell him right out what I want to do. There's not many guys who can resist a good-looking chick like me who comes right out and tells them that she wants to suck their cock.
"Guys really like it when you drink down their juice. Lots of girls spit it out, I guess, but not me. After all, the juice is one of the best parts of the whole thing. To not drink that good hot juice would be like ordering an ice cream sundae and then not eating the ice cream! It just wouldn't make any sense!
"Like I said, I don't have any trouble in getting them into my car. I always like to suck them off in my car, because I feel better in familiar surroundings. Well, anyway, I get them in my car and I get their pants down and their underwear down.
"And then I just like to spend a few minutes playing with their cocks and getting them good and hard and hot. There's nothing like going to work on a nice throbbing cock. I mean to tell you, you can feel the little pulsations coming right through that cock and it makes your whole mouth tingle!
"Well, anyway, after I've worked on that cock for a while and the guy is moaning and groaning all over the place, then I lose no time and suck it right into my mouth. I suck all of it in until I've got my face right down in the guy's hair and there's no more cock left for me to suck in.
"I usually like to have the guy sit in back and put his legs up over the back of the front seat. That way his legs are spread real wide and I can get in there and really suck up a storm!
"I suck and suck until the guy is right on the verge of shooting, and then I stop sucking for a while, although I still keep on massaging his cock and rubbing his balls around and around to keep him good and hot. Then, when I think he's calmed down a bit I start in on him again, sucking and sucking until finally he can't hold back any more, and neither can I.
"I mean there just reaches a point where I've got to have my mouth filled with that good hot seed, and I suck and suck until finally he shoots off, hosing me down with a gallon or so, it seems. That's something wonderful, when that happens, I'm already well on my way to my own good leaky come.
"Well, after I've sucked him off good and proper and I satisfy myself that he doesn't have a drop of cream left, I go back to the stand and wait to pick up another guy. And I usually get one within another five minutes or so. I guess there's something about my face that just tells them that I'm a born cocksucker. And a damned good one at that!
"I would venture to say that I suck off about fifteen or twenty guys during the film. And when they have the dusk-to-dawn shows, wow!"
CASE HISTORY
Psycho Ward Sex
"Oh, fuck me, please fuck me! I need your cock so badly. Rip into my pussy, please, please!" Karen screeched the words in a blinding rage of sexual passion at the white-coated fifty-year-old man standing before her.
Gently he drew her away from the stairs and the post where she had been grasping so intently. He smiled, not kindly, but lewdly, deep thoughts forming within his mind. Thoughts of sex.
Karen Beal is a beautiful girl, all golden hair and pale white skin that's almost translucent. But her eyes are blank, sparked only with a very faint glow of the intelligence she once had. She whines a lot now, and she sometimes barks like a dog.
When she talks, which isn't often, her words are always sexually oriented.
She nearly killed one of the nurses one time.
And she swears she will finish the job yet.
Karen is in a psycho ward. She got there by a long route which started when her parents came home unexpectedly from a vacation and caught her with a swapping party going on in their home.
Man, did it upset them to find their daughter screwing boy after boy!
A whole string of psychiatrists have talked to Karen, trying to straighten her out. A few of them have laid her-not on the couch, but on a bed. One of them told her, "I want to help you, Karen. You're suffering. I know that. I can see you suffering. And why not? All life is suffering. We all have to give up something of what we are and what we like in order to be happy."
Karen was a very sick girl. She knew she needed help. But there was one thing she wouldn't give up! Not Karen, who was a tiger in bed.
Why couldn't the psychiatrists see that Karen couldn't give up fucking? When one gives up breathing, he is dead. Fucking, to Karen, was as natural as breathing, and without it, she was the same as dead. It wasn't the shock of having been caught screwing that had unbalanced Karen. It was the shock of being cut off from sex. It made her feel unsure of herself, but those damned psychiatrists didn't understand that.
Neither did her parents. They had let her be carted off to the psycho ward.
At times, she became so hot she had to have it in any way! Once, she edged up to the stair newel and gave it hell. She didn't care that a nurse was watching from the office doorway.
The nurse reported her to the head doctor.
He scratched his belly and leered. "She's quite a woman, It's a shame to waste all that good stuff on the stair post!"
By now, Karen had torn her clothes off, too.
The doctor went up behind her, and his hot breath was wet on her neck. "I'll handle her," he said to the nurse.
The nurse's stiff, starched skirt made a rustling noise. "Karen," she said, "won't you let the doctor help you?"
The girl crouched naked and writhing over the stair post, her cupped hands pulling it to her. She was caressing it, stroking, as her hips gyrated in a jerky tick-tock motion that made all the softness of her body jingle and bounce as she grasped the newel tightly.
Behind her, the doctor laughed, thick and wet.
"Karen," he said, touching her shoulder, "I want to help you. Oh, how I want to help you!"
She kept making sinuous, frenzied love to the post, paying no attention to him. He tugged at her shoulder, trying to pull her away.
She turned and spat into his face.
His hand tightened on her flesh and he pulled her from the post. High and wild screams rang through the ward.
The other patients heard, and the sound spread from its disturbed center to engulf everyone. The girl fell into the doctor's arms, but continued to wail.
Suddenly, she was quiet. And then a knee lifted and plunged into the doctor's groin. He rolled away from it, fury in his eyes. He slapped her hard, and she landed in a heap in a corner.
Immediately, help came. The doctor and the orderlies were able to get the girl to a bed. The girl's mouth was wet and red. Her legs kicked wildly, and her breasts heaved.
The doctor gave her a shot of something, and her head reeled back, her eyes rolled upward to the ceiling. In moments, she was quiet.
Now, the girl was sobbing, low and tonelessly. The doctor leered down at her naked body, her wet snatch.
The nurse said, "We'd better get her to isolation. And, doctor-"
"Yes?"
"Keep your hands to yourself."
He grinned sheepishly. "I won't bust her again."
"That's not what I mean," the nurse said.
He turned away. The doctor's mind was muddy. He'd liked seeing the girl make love to the stair post. He wouldn't mind having some of what that post got for himself! He was shivering all over. He wished the nurse would leave.
He went to the narcotics cabinet and keyed it open. He filled a syringe with the proper dosage of sodium pentothal, and made a notation in the withdrawal book. Then he locked the cabinet again.
He turned back, and the crisp starched nurse was gone. He went over and locked the door. He felt a quick eagerness as he moved again to the girl. Her red tongue lolled out of her mouth and dripped saliva. She was panting as if she had just run a long race. She was naked, and such a beautiful girl-all golden hair and pale white skin. She had trimly shaped breasts and molded hips, full-thighed and solid.
She whined when he gave her the shot. Soon, she was relaxed and dangerous no more. He drew the needle out, and her eyelids began to grow heavy. They fluttered shut. She seemed to be in a dreamless sleep, and the doctor wondered if the medication would wipe away her terrible urge that had driven her to make physical love to the stair post. He hoped not.
He dropped the hypodermic into his pocket. His lips curled.
"Okay, kid," he mumbled. "Maybe you need this!" He opened his fly and wiggled his rising cock in the girl's face. She was so beautiful. She was made to love-He took a step closer, then quickly tore off his clothes. He was naked now, the same as she was, and his head felt as if it were floating. His cock was as hard as a brick. His hands felt for her breasts and pussy, and when he touched her, she moaned, "Oh, Jesus, do it to me!"
"Yes, yes!" he said, his voice sounding tinny and flat.
He got upon her and fucked her, and she bucked under him. Even though she was drugged, she was still crazy for a cock, pushing up to get all the doctor had. His rather large cock seemed to grow even larger in her cunt. She reached down and encircled its base with her fingers. He pumped slowly, feeling her juice deeper. He closed his eyes and was content.
Now, the girl was whimpering as he plunged his cock into her. At last, his pleasure crested and broke, and he whimpered as he spurted semen deep into her well. She jerked, and a cry of pleasure escaped her lips. The thick, white semen oozed from her pussy and dribbled down her legs. Weird, bubbling sounds came from the doctor's throat.
When, at last, he looked up, he gasped. The nurse was standing in the doorway, shock on her bony white face-and something else. She gave another sobbing gasp that ended with the sound of retching. And then she ran.
For a split second, the doctor felt sorry for her. And then he hated her, hated her for her hypocrisy. She'd loved to watch him fuck, had wanted some herself. But she didn't have the guts to let her own emotions take over. Piss on her!
He cursed as he put on his clothes and zipped himself up. Then he looked out and darted a nervous glance up and down the hallway.
The nurse had vanished. To hell with her! He wondered then which of the two girls was the more unbalanced, really. He fingered the hypodermic in his pocket before he went down the hall.
It was a case of the prude and the nympho, and the doctor didn't know which was worse. He was a modern-thinking man and believed in the loosening of sexual morals. He'd read a lot about Oriental ways and European sophistication, and he hoped honest knowledge would soon drain off the Puritanism in our traditional rigidities.
The sophisticates, he believed, had shown us that much of what was once thought to be vice in that area of sex is not vicious at all. The fettered ones suffer, if he could believe the testimonies of his women patients, and the unfettered ones enjoy life more. Not that sexual freedom alone is a good remedy for the psycho-sexual problems of a Christian people.
Sexual intercourse can be much more than a mere physical experience. It can involve the mind and emotions, blending selfless benevolence with self-interest, to the enrichment of both participants.
The material-egoistic approach leads to coarseness and brutality, so it fails to realize the potential value of the sexual experience. The Christian Westerner attempts too often to mentalize the experience, minimizes and finally denies the legitimate needs of the flesh. By going against nature, he sickens both his body and mind.
Most Americans are fouled up on sex. While paying lip service to the old doctrines, they are, at the same time, in rebellion against them. Consequently, a loveless promiscuity results, an un-tempered sexuality, and often brutality.
The pistol becomes the penis symbol, and if rape is not done with a hard cock, it is done with a gun. The breakdown in the area of values has left a void covered over by what is often misunderstood as psychopathic.
And we restrain the sex impulses of the young. We defer sexual intercourse beyond the time when it is first desired and the individual is competent to engage in it. This practice is fraught with great risks.
For the longer normal sexual fulfillment is denied, the greater are the chances that a satisfactory sexual life will be impossible. Sexual and mental disorders are likely to beset those who live in sexual starvation. A system of morality which condemns much of our sexual behavior may largely negate the benefits of regular gratification, and even make full gratification impossible. The individual who abides by prohibitions will have to suffer both frustrations and guilt. The individual who ignores the prohibitions may avoid frustrations, but he usually will not be able to avoid the guilt.
Our official morality has proved itself a restraint to change. It is unrealistic in the light of modern science, for science is far ahead of the law. Our law books are filled with a morality which goes counter to knowledge, and yet our legislators are fearful of changing the laws lest they be accused of encouraging vice. Judges have sentenced persons to prison for the same acts they engage in privately. Among the masses, of course, there is understandable confusion.
The two main practical objections to premarital or extramarital intercourse are no longer valid. Venereal disease can be readily avoided and rapidly conquered by sex education and medical advances. And unwanted pregnancies can be prevented by oral contraceptives presently on the market.
A male swapper recently said, "There is little danger of my wife's being impregnated in a swap deal, for we swappers are careful to take precautions." The objections that remain are mostly arbitrary and irrational moralistic objections, rooted in superstitions, prejudices, and the Church, sometimes cloaked in psychological and sociological jargon, which only thwart efforts to revise our way of thinking and so encourage chaos.
Many intelligent persons conclude that we must permit freer relationships, warning however that no responsible person would permit such relationships to be entirely promiscuous and sensual. What is urgently needed, they say, is a system of new values which will condone sexual relationships entered into with affection and mutual respect. Our sexual values must include a proper blending of physical and psychical elements, giving society's blessing to the sexual encounter as a mentally and emotionally enriching experience, and encouraging everyone to make of the sex act something more than a vehicle for the discharging of tensions accompanied by momentary pleasure.
Expanded sexual freedom, unless accompanied by new and realistic moral values, will result in brutal, and sadistic behavior. There must be limits to sexual exploitation. Those values, while holding out the reward of sexual fulfillment, will have to condemn what is truly exploitative and otherwise damaging.
As premarital intercourse becomes more common-and it will-we shall be faced with the problem that the age at which it begins will sink lower. The younger the child participating in sexual activities, the greater will be the tendency to introduce others still younger. And we may sink to the rapes and seductions of the very young, as among the Muslims. Police action will be mostly ineffective, since, as now, most acts will go unreported. If this trend is to be halted, it must be checked by a vast overhaul of the sex-moral structure.
The time will come when we feel that we must draw a line at all costs. If we are logical, we will draw it at the place where the sexually immature and the irresponsible are exploited by those who have attained sexual maturity. We will have to provide for the needs of the mature and diminish the incentive to exploit the young. Future human beings will probably ridicule and deplore our obsessive preoccupation with who puts his stiff cock into whom. Magical ideas about the sexual organs still permeate Western civilization. But those organs are no longer in realms of the devil, as they were in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, though prohibitions based on such beliefs are still among us. They govern our thinking to a calamitous extent.
The sex status of the United States is a source of wonder and amusement to the rest of the world. American moralists would deny a husband the right to caress orally his wife's genitals. And their only objection to erotic refinements is that they do not result in procreation. This has long ago lost its legitimacy among many Protestants, though the Catholic Church still holds out and causes everyone to suffer because of overpopulation problems. The need to control reproduction is now among the most pressing problems of the human race, and the least adequately dealt with.
In Eastern society, if a girl prefers to fellate her lover, rather than copulate with him, and if he is agreeable, then it is nobody's business and there is nothing to condemn. Society does not suffer, and the participants are made happy. In the West, and especially in the United States, it would be everybody's business, including the police and the courts.
In the West, potency problems increase. The male no longer dominates, and the female becomes more bold and aggressive.
Sexual equality imposes stresses and strains upon the institution of monogamous marriage and the family as it has developed in a Christian country. The institution was fairly based on a double standard weighted in behalf of the male. The female was dependent economically upon the male, which made it difficult to terminate a marriage. Man's freedom made him accessible to prostitutes, and prostitution provided many a woman the only real escape from the wretchedness of incompatible wedlock. It is still the custom in Mexico for the fallen girl with fatherless children to turn to prostitution as a means of livelihood.
Prostitution in the United States has declined with the greater freedom of women. But the modern woman sells her sexual services often in exchange for gifts, entertainment, and other favors.
Love is expected to conquer all. However, many a man has found the physical make-up of his wife not up to his expectations. He often thinks it best to taste and try before marriage. The mutual size of the male and female organs has much to do with the success and enjoyment of love. A too slender penis or a slack vagina can dim the sexual passions of husband and wife.
It is argued that sexual intercourse without love is degrading to both parties. That is true only if one declares all intercourse except that of lovers is degrading. And that condemns the majority of mankind.
A Sudani girl, for instance, just married, spends her wedding night copulating with friends of her new husband. She goes then to her husband with knowledge of the carnal act.
Compare her with the terrified, sobbing, frigid Western bride who lies with her anxious groom, and you have the extreme opposites.
Somewhere in between probably lies the coming together of healthy, desiring, loving human beings.
CASE HISTORY
Swapping by Computer
In the 70's the system of swapping has grown ever more sophisticated. To those so inclined there are numerous computerized "love machines" ready to be fed data and then to expel a compatible "mate-match." These computer information cards are not for the hesitant, unknowing or sexually unaware persons. They are frank in their queries and equally frank replies are expected. As an example, a card picked at random from many of our research file, states: How often do you want to fuck?
Will you suck cock?
Do you prefer the pussy-lick or the ass-lick? Will you take prick up the ass? Will you swallow cock juice? There is still another aspect to swapping that deals specifically with the male-female differentiation. Will the swap party restore masculinity?
A great many males say yes, that having more than one woman makes them feel like the prize bull in a pen of panting cows.
In the present retreat from masculinity and the drift toward unisex, something must be done. We are living in a period when you can't tell the boys from the girls. This drift towards unisex is not only in clothing, but in attitudes and styles of life, as well.
What are the masculine and feminine traits? In this day and age when the traits have been so thoroughly blended in a large number of individuals, perhaps it is wise to define them.
By television standards, the real male achieves his ends by being tough, brutal, aggressive, reckless, and indifferent to human suffering. However, these traits can alienate friends and encourage difficulties with the law. Margaret Mead, and others, in studies of primitive tribes, report that masculine traits differ greatly from one tribe to another. The best definition, probably, is that a masculine trait is one found most often in men; a feminine trait is the one found most often in women.
By common standards, a boy who likes football is considered masculine. One who likes ballet, poetry and music is considered feminine. Obviously, this is a bias and prejudice of our society, and a standardized thing. Most psychiatrists will tell you that overemphasis on sports in the adult male is a means of covering up masculine inadequacies. Statistics reveal a large number of homosexuals among athletes of all types.
Anyway, the American male is losing his manhood. Why? Does our modern society contribute to this?
Many authorities blame our elementary and secondary schools, our high divorce rate, and too dominant mothers. Murders are often committed by these nice, quiet guys reared under the maternal shadow. Oswald and Sirhan are examples of this. Estranged from male associations, and overexposed to female norms, they picked as their targets virile men, symbols of their own manly deprivations. Teachers, many of them old maids and abnormal characters, have encouraged the effeminate boy. He is neat, polite, and makes the best grades.
But can he become an effective leader of men?
The Army and the business world say no.
Do we live in a man's world, or is the female dominating modern society? There are the pros and cons, but statistics show that there are more males than females in our mental institutions.
The modern woman has given up her femininity to compete with men, and her struggles make her dislike and resent males. She takes her revenge in subtle ways, for women are by nature more subtle than men. Because of the inferior position to which men have previously relegated women, they have responded by forcing young boys to become effeminate in order to get along at home and in school. When they grow up, these boys often counter-respond by keeping women in inferior positions. So the vicious circle continues.
Can a boy excel academically without losing his masculinity? By the conventional definition of "masculinity," perhaps he can't. But the real man has numerous interests, and there is nothing about playing football which makes him more virile than playing the piano. Virility, springs from a healthy body and mind.
"You can't tell the boys from the girls," you often hear people say. But, thank God, there are still biological ways you can! And as long as a male isn't robbed of his precious penis, or castrated by his domineering mother, or some other female, he's a man!
"Night after night, my husband comes home from work all tired out," one wife wails. "He's nervous, irritable, and he barely touches his supper: Most of the time, he just sits around awhile, then drops into bed. He's asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. Often, he doesn't even kiss me goodnight. Yet, I know he's a good man-one who really loves me."
She goes on to say that he's always "simply dead on his feet." His interest in sex is zero.
He never had any pep and energy, and the wife, at first, supposed his condition was caused by a deficiency of vitamins and minerals. She ordered him a thirty-day supply of high-potency capsules. The ad had read: "He'll be like a new man in less than no time. He'll have more strength, stamina, and energy, and he'll lose that tired, run-down feeling."
When the medication came, she handed the bottle to her husband and said, "Take these. You have nothing to lose."
He took the full bottle of capsules that contained, among other things, Vitamins A, B, C, and B-12, one of the most remarkable potent nutrients science has yet discovered.
At the end of the thirty days, he had not improved.
The young wife was frantic. She couldn't remember the last time they'd fucked, and she was hot between the legs! Again, she read newspapers and magazines, hoping to come upon a solution.
She found it in an ad which announced a new "computerized dating service." You merely sent in a quarter, which was inserted in a "Cupid Machine." You would receive confidentially a card containing the name and phone number of a "compatible" stranger.
She mailed in her quarter, and in a few days, she received her card in a plain envelope. Enclosed was a warning: "This company will not be responsible for the looks of the date, the activities of the date, or anything which happens thereafter."
The young wife got cold feet. She began to think that machines should be limited to dispensing candy, soft drinks, and ice cream.
However, she managed to read on. "The purpose of the questionnaire you answered was to match a male and female with similar interests, and especially in matters of sex." That bolstered her courage. While her husband was at work, she got on the phone and called the number on the card.
A man with a nice, deep voice answered. In the brief conversation which followed, he seemed to have more interest in intellectual than in sexual pursuits. For a time, the young wife wondered if his "interests" might not be too honorable. She felt disappointed, but he seemed to be a good conversationalist, and she felt lonely. Just talking to somebody would be better than nothing. She made a date to meet him at her apartment the next day while her husband was at work.
He arrived promptly at the set time. He was a dark, handsome, aggressive fellow who reeked of sex. He told her to call him Bert.
She nodded. "I'm Flora," she said, feeling anticipatory flutters in her loins and a warmth in her breasts. She motioned him to the sofa.
They talked awhile, and Flora learned that he was a truck driver, temporarily out of work. He had wonderful arm muscles and a slim waist. After a time, he asked Flora if he might have a glass of water. She brought it from the kitchen, and he dissolved two dark pills in it before he drank. In less than five minutes, he was dynamite.
"Get out of your clothes," he ordered, as he started shucking out of his. He had a huge, hard cock that already was dripping. He took some pillows from the couch and placed them on the heavy carpet..
"That's gonna be your crib, chick," he said. "You're gonna lay there and let me fuck you till your stomach's full of jism!" He watched her for her reaction.
She smiled and asked, "Where is all the jism going to come from?"
He grinned and wagged his big cock in her face. "From here, kid! When I take them pills, I can come forever!"
She felt his cock, and it was as hard as a brick.
"Come on!" he said. "Lay down and spread!"
He fell upon her and began teasing her nipples. She bucked upward, and there was only one thing now she lived for, to have his big dick in her snatch.
He rubbed a hot hand down her thigh, felt her wet pussy. A finger opened her pussy lips. Her hands fumbled for his cock. "Here," she said, "let me put it in."
It was tight, and for a moment, he could only get the head in.
"Sweetie, you got nice tits," he said, massaging them.
She wiggled beneath him, and the big, hard cock slipped in another inch. He grunted, then gave a little squeal of delight.
He squealed, again, when he finally got it all in. "Oh, boy-"
Flora squirmed on the carpet. God, she felt full and tight! But she bucked up to him and tried to squeeze his cock with her pussy lips.
He jerked under her. "Wow-wowee-oh-I wish my wife did what you're doing!"
She managed to work his hard eight inches deep inside her. "You got a wife?" she asked.
"Yeah. An' I already know you've got a husband , She worked up and down on him, and he began to babble. "Oh, holy Jesus-oh! Oh, Christ, I never had a fuck like this!"
Flora enjoyed his praise and tried further to please him. Most of all, she enjoyed his big cock deep in her. She gave him everything she had.
He began breathing fast. "Ummmm. I'm close. I'm close, Flora. Oh, Lord, I'm-"
He stiffened. He was gurgling as Flora felt a substantial amount of his sperm shoot into her. He gasped and groaned as more of his life fluid spasmed from his body and into her eager hole.
He kept coming. She bucked and wiggled, lashing up at him, until she had him drained. He pushed at her with trembling hands. "Oh, stop," he begged. "Mmmm-stop, stop."
She'd also reached her climax. Reluctantly, she stopped.
He lay upon her a long time. Finally, he let his wilting cock slip from her pussy. "We'll do it again pretty soon," he promised. "That was terrific!"
Flora lay on the carpet and waited.
Soon, he was in her again.
She fucked him seven times that afternoon.
Before he left, she asked him about the pills.
He gave her half a dozen and told her where she could buy more.
Flora made her husband take two of them that night. It wasn't any time at all until he had a hard-on, the first one he'd had in months. He fucked her that night, and it was good, but not as good as it had been with the stranger.
The next night, with the help of the pills, Flora's young husband did better. Even though they'd now resumed sexual relations, Flora continued to use the computer. She was always happiest on the afternoons she drew the young fellow named Bert.
Even the best computers, however, sometimes goof. In the original questionnaire, Flora had been asked to rate her sexual attitudes. She'd answered "very liberal." According to computer statistics, that meant a girl was ready and willing for anything. If a girl just rated herself as "liberal," it usually mean a guy would have to take her out to dinner before he could get in her panties.
Well, when Flora set up her next computer date in a motel room, she was face to face with her own husband! He, too, had joined the computer dating game.
And somebody had taught him a bunch of tricks!
He'd chosen Flora because she was "very liberal." He'd learned how to get some way-out sexual kicks. After the first shock of meeting was over, he got down to business-fast! He almost paralyzed Flora with pleasure-pain when he socked his cock into her, penetrating her womb. He liked her pleasure screams when he prodded her clit. He pulled his cock out and wanted her to suck it. She buried her head between his lean thighs.
"A little higher-more tongue-" he moaned. "Oh, that's the spot! More-more-"
For about fifteen minutes, they had an orgy of fun. Flora lifted her head from between her husband's thighs, and her mouth was smeared with wetness.
"Suck me," she begged.
His mouth covered her pussy, and his lips tugged at her clit. She screamed in exquisite plea sure. He tried to get his long tongue all the way up her guts. He tickled her ass.
He pulled away and said, "Come on, now. Get down and lick my button!"
She loved his cock in her mouth.
"All right," he said at last. "I want to suck your nipples."
"All right." She sat up and reached back. She writhed and panted as he sucked her soft-firm breasts. He nipped and scraped her nipple lightly with his teeth. She hissed as her climax gathered and tightened in her loins.
"Oh, Christ!" she cried, bucking against her husband's mouth and thrashing her arms. He pulled away from her velvet breasts just as she climaxed. Once more, he kissed her nipple lightly, then flopped her on her back. He gave a sighing, breathy moan and ran his cock into her. It was wetness against wetness, heat against heat as he bucked and plunged.
She closed her pussy lips around his hard, stiff organ. He was drawing air through his nose as he pressed deep into her. And then he spasmed on top of her, screaming with pleasure. He gasped, and his fingers dug deep into her buttocks.
And then it was all over.
Sometime later, Flora had sex with Bert again. It was he who suggested he bring his wife along the next time and the two couples enjoy a swap party. Flora talked it over with her husband, and it was agreeable with him.
The computer service puts it this way: "A lot of lonely people are looking for romance, companionship, or simply sex without involvement. We cut the tape for them and tell them where the commodity they want is available."
From there on, it's up to the two parties involved.
CASE HISTORY
Fellatio Between Classes
"Fucking, you say? Well, that's fine, too, but I enjoy the cock suck best of all. Man, that sure as hell turns me on! Just give me one big fat sausage and watch me go to town. I've got this real groovy system that drives the guys wild. In fact, around campus I'm known as the best cocksucker there is. But I love what I do and I guess that makes all the difference.
"I get the sucking urge just about any time, and when I get it I've got to satisfy it and fast. It might be in the middle of the day or something like that, so I certainly can't just forget about it and wait until I get home or something.
"There's this perfectly groovy telephone booth right near the entrance to the cafeteria at my school. It's one of those old kind where the lower part of the door is solid and only the upper part is glass. That way I can hide in the lower part and suck the guy off with his pants down, and nobody who walks by can tell what's going on. They think that the guy is just standing in there talking on the phone.
"It really words great. Just today I sucked off Johnnie M. in the telephone booth. Shit! He stayed in there so long while I worked on him that some of the people who walked by must have thought he lived there.
"Anyway, I had felt that old familiar urge building up in me during math class. It's something that's very hard to describe, but all of the sudden I got that feeling in my mouth like I need to suck a hot cock and my pussy starts to pucker up something fierce.
"I guess the best way I can describe it is to tell you that it feels just like you do when you get very hungry. There's some kind of a gnawing, chewing feeling going on inside, and you know that you've got to eat something or else die!
"Well, for me the thing I've got to eat is cock. Good, hot, throbbing cock. I can never get enough of it, I'm glad to say. I just like to grab hold of a good set of balls and squeeze the come right out of them, letting my lips and tongue work on that prick until it's like a piece of raw hamburger!
"But to give you an idea of how the whole thing works in the telephone booth, I can tell you about today when I sucked off Johnnie. Like I said, I had been getting hungry for cock during math class, and I knew I just had to have a piece before my next class.
"Well, I started to think of who there was who offered the closest and quickest possibility, and then I spotted Johnnie sitting a few seats across from me. I had sucked Johnnie off several times before, also in the phone booth, and I knew that not only did he have a swinging piece of meat on him but he also had two healthy balls that could brew up quite a mouthful of cream. And that, to tell you frankly, was more than some guys his age could say!
"Anyway, the bell rang and I knew that I had ten minutes to get to my next class and work my blow job quickie in at the same time. Fortunately both the telephone booth and Johnnie were along the way, since Johnnie had the same next class I did.
"I didn't waste any time but walked right over to him and asked him if I could blow him before the next class. Well, he looked a little startled at first, although I guess that was to be expected. But then the widest grin broke out over his face and I could see that there was nothing he would like better.
"Then he told me that we had better hurry if we were going to make that 'telephone call,' and the two of us hurried off down the hall, trying to get ahead of everybody else so that I could get my hot mouth on Johnnie's head!
"Well, we got there in plenty of time, and I ducked in and got down on the floor before anybody else came down the hall. Then Johnnie pulled the door shut and started to go through the motions of calling on the telephone while I unzipped his Levi's and let them drop down around his ankles.
"He was wearing those jockey shorts and they pulled very snug around his basket. It was quite a handful sticking out there and I just reached out and cupped the whole mass, my cunt getting all juicy just from feeling his warmth.
"But unfortunately we only had a few minutes left, so I wouldn't take all the time with him that I would have liked to. I just yanked those shorts right down and took his cock in my mouth. It was already hard just from the thought of my sucking it, I guess, and I started sucking and sliding my mouth up and down the length of it to beat the band!
"Poor Johnnie. In a minute he had a hell of a time trying to pretend that he was on the phone. I could see the sweat breaking out on his forehead, and he was stammering and shifting around. He was really getting a bang out of this blow job!
"Up and down my mouth went on his cock, slipping and sliding all over his hard meat. I took time out to give his swollen cock head a few hot licks with my tongue, and that almost made him drop the phone! Then I felt a little drop of his come form at the tip of his cock, and I knew that the great load wasn't too far off.
"I glanced at my watch out of the corner of my eye and saw that we only had about another minute to get to class, so I really started to suck up a storm and finally the dam broke inside Johnnie and he let loose with the damnedest load I've ever gotten.
"I gulped it down as fast as I could, but it still kept coming in hot streaming jets. Then Johnnie lost control and started humping my face, pushing his cock deep down my throat with the full force of his hips. I gagged a little, but not much. I was just too used to thick cock meat filling my mouth and throat to gag very much.
"Finally Johnnie finished spewing out his seed and I gave him a couple of licks to clean up his cock and then we got his pants up and hurried on to class.
"f guess one thing that really helps is the excitement of the whole thing. I mean, it's not like we were going to get caught or anything. But still, there is a certain amount of excitement knowing that you're doing something like that while people are walking by and watching.
"Of course they don't know what's going on in the bottom half of the telephone booth, but I'm willing to bet you one thing. If they did know I'll bet they'd want to climb right in there and join the fun!
"And I wouldn't mind it at all. The way I look at it, the more cocks there are to suck the better. I mean, I just can't get enough cock. Sucking gets a rise out of me that can't be equaled by anything else, even fucking. Maybe you say that I'm weird that way, but I just don't think so. I think a girl has a right to get the kind of sex that she wants. After all, the guys get it, don't they?
"And you can't tell me that a guy really doesn't dig getting his cock sucked, 'cause I know better. I've sucked too many of them not to know that they really get a bang out of a good prick suck. I even had one guy tell me that as much as he liked fucking, he still had a better come from getting his cock sucked.
"And hearing something like that really makes a girl like me happy."
CASE HISTORY
Passion Vacation?
I Swap In a recent national magazine article a noted psychiatrist stated, "Almost half of today's widows pose a serious threat to the marital security of the average wife."
He cited as an example a particular case history of a distraught wife who was restrained by her husband as she attempted to stab a female friend with a kitchen knife. "Let me go," she had screamed. "I know she wants to fuck you and I won't let her do it. She's just a pissy whore who's on the make for my husband's cock and I won't let her get away with it. Being a widow doesn't give her the right to pluck prick whenever she gets an itchy pussy." The husband had arranged for therapy sessions for his wife immediately.
The psychiatrist went on to explain why wives fear widows. "Most widows are more to be pitied than censured," he continued. "But there are some widows who are alarming wives to such an extent that they believe their marriages are being threatened."
When a marriage is dissolved by death, it is only natural for a widow to try to start a new life by keeping her eyes open for a new mate. The trouble is that some widows look for a suitable husband in the direction of one who is already happily married.
A peculiar feature about such widows is that they show no great concern for the husband's wife and family.
The promiscuous widow is generally a woman who may be in doubt about her own attractiveness-which is no doubt the reason she spends so much time and money in beauty salons-but she is never in doubt about her ability to satisfy a man sexually.
Nothing can sway her from her belief that her past experiences will hold her in good stead should another unwary male walk into her trap.
It is this type of promiscuous widow who alarms wives to such a degree that they tremble at her approach, although, in all truth, she may harbor not the slightest thought of annexing another's husband.
She is the center of attention among her friends, and although they may put their best foot forward in friendliness, actually they are alert against the slightest moral transgression.
The promiscuous widow has been cast in movies and in magazines as the siren to be alerted against the instant she appears on the scene. She is a danger to the sanctity of the American home! Wives fear her with a fear that is deeper than mere jealousy.
Betty Morris was a happily-married woman of twenty-eight, who, though childless, seemed blessed with a most attentive husband. Everyone in the community who knew them was of the opinion that their marriage was of a permanent nature.
Then, one afternoon, a friend of hers, recently widowed, passed through town and decided to pay Betty a visit.
She arrived with her luggage at dinnertime. Betty invited her to have dinner with them, then to spend the night and continue her trip in the morning.
Pearl Berkley was a widow who was attracted to all men, and especially to those of a virile build, like Jim Morris. Jim was handsome in a truly masculine way, athletic, with dark, curly hair. He remained Pearl of her deceased husband.
Obsessed with the desire to take Jim Morris to bed, she feigned a twisted ankle the next morning, saying a fall from the bed had caused it. And, of course, it wouldn't have been hospitable to have her leave on her trip with a sprained ankle. So she stayed.
Within the next few days, she exploited her charms, of which she had considerable, to the fullest extent. She soon had Jim Morris ready to blow a fuse. Boldly, she talked matters over with Betty, even suggesting she pick up a "boyfriend" and they swap partners.
Betty was horrified and made it plain she didn't go in for such activities. She suggested Pearl pack up and leave!
Pearl did.
That afternoon, Betty went shopping at the local supermarket. She returned home sooner than she-or they-had expected, just in time to discover her husband and Pearl in a compromising position.
They were both naked on the bed. Pearl was whimpering under Jim's heavy body. Jim was making pleasure sounds as he plunged his hard cock deep. They both had lost contact with the world.
Then Pearl jerked her head up and let out a shattering, ear-splitting scream. She'd seen Betty standing in the door.
Jim raised up, and his thick, white semen dripped from his cock and oozed all over Pearl's white belly. He gasped at his wife and weird, bubbling sounds escaped his throat.
Betty tried to stagger from the room. She sobbed in gasps, and then there was the sound of retching.
In that moment, she hated Jim! She was aware of him putting on his clothes, zipping up. Then he started cursing her. "Get out of here! Get the hell out of here!"
"You're crazy!" Betty managed. "You ought to be committed to a nut house!"
Betty Morris packed her bags, left the house, and went home to her mother. She never returned again to the scene of her happiest days.
She got a divorce, and a year later, she married again, to a college professor. Her married life turned out to be more stable.
Why do widows persist in breaking up happy homes and shattering the lives of well-adjusted couples? Is it jealousy? Or what? Only the best of psychologists would be able to answer that perplexing question. But the fact remains that in the United States, one marriage in three is destined to end in divorce.
Here is another statistic: for every divorced man or woman, there are two who, while they still assume the role of being married, do not live with their lawful mates. Promiscuous widows are the bedmates of most of these.
Another statistic bears a happier note. Marital experts reveal, after a lengthy study on the subject, that ex-wives invariably search out a suitable mate, find one, and get married as soon as it is legally possible. Small wonder that ex-wives only weeks after a divorce or separation, keep an eagle-eye peeled for a prospective mate, ready, eager and willing to go through the marital rites again.
Make no mistake about certain types of men. The promiscuous man, like the promiscuous woman, is often willing to give up his passive, unexciting married life for a widow whose physical charms indicate a sexual virility that is missing from his present marriage.
The promiscuous widow finds adjustment to monogamy almost impossible to take. It is an affront to her nature, and, in her unsettled mind, a weakness that has no place in her life. She's a swinger! She loves a swap party! She is always on the prowl for a new conquest.
The widow under thirty is practically guaranteed a second chance at marriage. If the second one doesn't work out, she may even be given another chance or two.
When she reaches forty, she may have to make the sad discovery that marital happiness is passing her by.
Nevertheless, such widows are so obsessed with the desire for companionship and a sense of belonging that they may make a last desperate attempt, often by luring some easily aroused husband away from his wife and family.
And she loves the swap party as a place for choosing a husband. That way, she knows what she's going to get!
Janice Rollins became bored and dissatisfied with her day-to-day routine, and with her marriage. One day, she was staring at her reflection in the mirror. "Is this really me?" she asked herself. Only a few short years ago she'd been the darling of the neighborhood. Now, she was the mother of two growing youngsters, and she'd really let herself go down.
Her reflection had revealed a still rather attractive young woman in her mid-twenties. But she looked tired. The lines in her face told of her boredom with housework. Her husband, George, was a good provider. He had a secure position with an oil company. But Janice was restless and dissatisfied with what her life had become.
Her two chubby young sons, Eddie and George, Jr., were healthy and lively, but they drained her. There was little strength left in her to act as a real wife to her husband. She realized that her value as a woman was being drained away from her.
She complained of her hard day when she crawled under the covers with George that night. George moved closer and took her into his arms. His fingers performed their nightly ritual that was supposed to stir her desires. But she could give only her small, customary response. Often, she had to bite down on her lips to keep from crying out when George's cock pierced her body and he made violent love to her body. She didn't like it. She didn't know if it was a feeling of distaste or just disinterest. She wished he would shoot his wad and get it over with.
"You're like a keg of ice!" he complained bitterly when he had finished. "You're not like the Janice I married a few years ago! What has gotten into you?"
"It's just the routine, George!" she snapped.
"Don't you think I like a little adventure?"
He kissed her full on the lips. "Next time," he said, "I'll use some new techniques! I'll give you a damned good fucking! And I'll end it up by spanking your ass!" He grinned and added, "My daddy used to tell me that men ought to give their women a good spanking now and then to keep them in line!"
"That's not funny!" she snapped, making a pretense of being tired as she snuggled under the covers.
Sleep was evasive. She felt the pangs of frustrated emotions and the torment of unfulfilled desires. Her heart and body and soul ached with passion unspent, for there was no thrill for her in the sex act anymore.
The following few weeks were strained. Each morning, George went through his ritual of shaving with the same thoroughness he performed the sex act at night. He dressed, came down to breakfast, unfolded his newspaper, and ate as he read. On the way to work, he gave Janice a good-bye peck on the cheek.
Their evenings were just as dull. Whenever they shared a moment of intimacy, it was mechanical. Fucking was like an obligation that had to be fulfilled.
One day, Janice confided her predicament to her best friend.
Her friend held out a shred of hope. "Janice Rollins," she said, "I'm surprised you didn't know most marriages go through this phase! The one and only remedy is for you and George to break the routine. Why don't you leave your children with your folks and you and George go away for a few weeks? New sights and new surroundings will make you over into new people."
The suggestion sounded fine. When Janice told George about it, he was also in favor. George was able to get a three-week vacation, and Janice's folks eagerly took the children. They both looked at road maps and travel folders and decided on a small trailer camp in the Colorado mountains, near a lake. George bought a nice trailer.
At the camp, they went boating, swimming and fishing. At night, the others gathered for parties, and they were invited. They became especially friendly with two other couples. They roasted wieners together and sipped Cokes by the flickering flames of a fire at night. One night, one of the wives suggested, "Let's have a game of cards."
They'd been swimming and were in their bathing suits. One woman had a poker deck in her beach bag and brought it out. The vacation had already made Janice feel better toward George, and yet he didn't excite her very much sexually.
"What will we use for stakes?" she asked.
There were some whispered murmurs and giggles. Then, one of the women piped up and said, "Let's use what we have-our husbands!"
At first, Janice thought it was a joke. She'd heard shocking stories about bored husbands and wives who swapped with one another.
George cast questioning glances in her direction, but she said nothing. The men snickered among themselves. Janice suddenly thought it might be a good way to make George jealous. She'd offer herself to another man in the card game! She wouldn't go all the way, but she'd tease George!
"Good idea!" she said. "I hope I get the best man in the bunch as my prize!"
The other men laughed hoarsely and regarded Janice with a senuous look. "Okay," one of them said, moving close, "let's cut the cards."
The game was brief. The women used the three men as stakes, and Janice won the man called Bob. Together, they consumed a few bottles of beer, and it was nice when Bob put his arms around her and drew her down on the blanket. She expected to find George standing over them and declaring things had gone too far. Maybe if he had threatened to hit any man who touched her, it would have restored her confidence in his love.
But George acted nonchalant. In fact, he'd won a cute girl, one of the younger women. When Janice saw him massaging her tits, fury welled up in her. Well, two could play the game! So she said sweetly to Bob, "Come on, Bob, show me how a real cocksman is supposed to act!"
"You-you mean it?" His handsome head came close to hers, and his strong arms crushed her to his rock-hard chest. His lips brushed across hers in a teasing gesture. Janice arched her back and let him caress her shoulders. As his fingers slipped down and explored her pussy, she shuddered with pleasure. This was going to be the excitement she craved. Gone and forgotten were the routines of her married life! Here was forbidden pleasure that enlivened her.
Lost in passion, she did not even notice when Bob slipped off her bathing suit. She just melted into his arms and felt his warmth. His hard cock prodded against her belly.
"I'm hot for it," he breathed in her ear. "Sometimes I've got to have it-and this is one of the times!"
He ran his bare, hot hand up her legs, and she parted them. She sucked in her breath as his fingers parted her cunt lips.
"Where are we gonna do it?" she asked.
"Right here," he whispered. "The others will be at it, too, in a minute. Just stretch out, okay?"
"Yeah." She caught his cock and massaged it hotly. Man, she was hot! She felt her cunt sopping. When Bob tickled it, she squirmed.
She let go of his prick and positioned herself to receive him. He was upon her instantly, feeling down, guiding his cock into her. It was bigger than her husband's tool, but it slid in greased and warm. He thrust, and she sighed softly and wiggled her ass.
He began fucking her hard and fast. It was a screwy thing, getting booted there on a blanket, surrounded by other couples. Some of them were at it, too, by now.
Bob asked, "How come your husband doesn't give you enough? He must be crazy for not humping you good!"
Janice shrugged under him. She was hot in the snatch and felt there was no sense in worrying about George just now.
Bob caught her rear end, holding it with both hands, pushing her closer to him. His cock reamed in and out of her foaming pussy. When he touched her clit, she squirmed and made sounds with her lips.
She liked it, so he diddled her and fucked her at the same time, and she nearly went crazy.
Suddenly, she came. Her orgasm convulsed her. She breathed hard, and her body undulated and shuddered. He kept fucking her hard, as hard as he could drive it in. She loved it.
He lasted a long time before he started shooting his semen into her. It came in heavy spurts, before it began to subside. At last, he dragged his cock out of her and fell weakly upon her belly. It remained steel hard. Pretty soon, he put it back into her pussy and kissed her passionately. She undulated against him with enticing lushness. He teased her with his prick, making her sigh and wiggle, entering her only a few inches at a time.
Soon, they were at it again.
His lips closed over hers, and their tongues met and tangled.
"Wanna come again?" she asked.
He nodded. "Uh-huh."
She pulled him down harder upon her. "Don't hold back," she said.
She took all of his long dong and laved it with her pussy lips as she began to squirm under him. She started to pant and clamped down on his lower lip. She had him starting to come in a second.
She knew when he started erupting. He gritted his teeth in anguish and pleasure and panted hard as her cunt lips milked him. He pushed his cock in and out, as if wanting her to take his balls and all! God, what a fucking he gave her!
Sensations flooded her, harassing her nerve ends, making her shudder in ecstasy. His tongue continued to caress hers. She panted heavily in her bliss.
"How's it feel?" he whispered. "Jesus, you're great," she giggled. "You can have all you want!"
He finished and rose to his feet, holding his prong in his hand. He went behind a tree to take a piss. When he came back, he said, "I gotta tell you something, baby! That's the best fuck I ever had!"
She reached up and squeezed his cock. "You've got a lovely one," she said.
"Thanks." His hand went over her belly and between her legs. She giggled when he squirmed a finger into her. She massaged his cock.
"I love my husband," she confessed to him. "But I love screwin' even more."
In her restless state, in her urge for excitement, Janice had become a husband swapper. And Bob had transported her to a new heaven.
But, after it was all over, she began to realize the folly of it all-or thought she did. When she looked for George, she couldn't find him. He was probably off in the woods booting some of the other girls. She went back to their trailer.
George was waiting for her. "Well, you decided to come home!" he flung at her. "Did you have a good time with that Bob?"
Suddenly, what had happened rose up before Janice. "Please," she begged, "I don't know what came over me."
When George kept taunting, she salved her shame with a cutting tone, "Bob is more of a man than you'll ever be!"
George was surprisingly silent. Finally, he said, "Go ahead and use the next two weeks of this vacation as a honeymoon with another man!"
Janice refused to go crawling to him, begging for forgiveness. She had her pride. She was arrogant. She would show George that she was desired by other men. "Bob loves me!" she cried out, tears pouring down her cheeks. "He wants me! He excites me!"
"I hope you two have a real ball," George said.
"I'm going to make the most of this vacation!"
That's when George should have spanked her, she knew. In some people, a spanking arouses the sexual impulses. And it might have done it in her.
She played more of the wife-husband swapping games. But none of the other men were as good as Bob. George participated, too, at first. Later, he stayed away and sulked.
With other men screwing her, Janice became a different person, consumed by passion.
George warned her to let up, but she wouldn't. She went on having a ball.
And then the crashing climax came at a time when her passions were raw and overpowered all sense of reason.
Everybody was having a party, except George. Some new couples had joined, and Bob had brought a transistor radio which blared forth music. They were dancing naked when suddenly there was a police siren. And before they could cover themselves, a huge spotlight revealed them. To make it worse, news-hungry reporters began snapping pictures.
Before they fully realized what had happened, their husband-wife swapping was splashed all over the newspapers. It was with little surprise that Janice learned her own husband, George, had tipped off the police to what was going on.
Scandal-mongers made the most of the predicament. For days, a news-hungry public was fed on the details of the swappers' actions. When the case came to court, the judge was stern. He fined everybody heavily and put them on suspended sentences, making them report to him once a month.
"Any marriage problem," he said, "is to be brought to my attention."
Janice was given over to George's custody for a period of five years. The judge said, "If, during that time, she does anything to discredit your marriage, it is to be brought to my attention!"
The Rollins were snubbed by their neighbors. Their own families turned away from them, so they moved to another part of the city and began picking up the loose pieces of their marriage.
But George tried harder to be a lover. He blamed himself for turning into a mechanical man. He's read books on the various methods of sexual intercourse, and he's learned how to give Janice the thrills she craved.
He's a great lover now, and Janice adores him. She knows few other husbands would have been so understanding and kind.
And the key to George's greatness has been his willingness to find and bring new methods to the marriage bed.
Janice would bet anybody now that she's the best-fucked woman in town.
CASE HISTORY
Teenage Head Game
"Well, I'll tell you about my hang up. It's cocksucking. Yeah, that's what really turns me on. I've been doing it since I was fourteen and the more I suck cock, the more I need it. Trouble is, I have to be careful what pricks I choose for a blow job. If I worked on a guy from school the word would get around fast and I don't want that to happen. So I have to be selective about cocks.
"My big chance came when the K.'s moved next door. Mrs. K. had a lot of bridge games and Mr. K. worked late so they wanted someone to look after their son, Robbie. He was eleven but such a little brat that they couldn't trust him alone in the house for more than ten minutes at a time. He just ran all over the place, knocking things down and eating everything in sight. He really needed a baby-sitter. That's where I came in. Since most of the work would be in the afternoon and early evening, my folks said I could try it for a month. If I could keep my grades up I could keep the job.
"I was really happy about that. My parents aren't very poor but after paying bills there wasn't much money left over. I could never buy new clothes or go to a movie unless I earned the money myself. And that year I wanted a transistor radio more than anything in the world. I saved some but baby-sitting wasn't all that steady. At least not until the K.'s moved in.
"Even though Robbie was a brat he didn't scare me. I knew that his folks let him get away with murder and I saw no reason why I shouldn't. So he did whatever he wanted to and I studied. It worked out fine until he got lonely and started talking to me a lot.
"He was five years younger than I was but he knew more about sex than I did. I understood about sperm and eggs but until he showed me his prick I wasn't sure just how they got together.
"Every time we would talk about it, his cock would swell up and get hard. Robbie kept on telling me that we should fuck so that we would really understand, but I kept putting him off. It wasn't that I minded the idea of getting fucked. It just hurt my pride that such a young kid would do it to me.
"That was what got me thinking that there should be something that I could do to him. Then one night he told me about sixty-nine.
"I wasn't interested in having him lick my cunt. For one thing, his mouth was always full of bubble gum. I could just imagine getting my pussy lips stuck together and having to explain it to my mom and then to a doctor. No, that wasn't for me at all.
"But the other way, me sucking his prick, appealed to me more. I would still be in control and his cock would be inside my body. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to try it. Trying to sound Robbie out, I started to tell him that I was going to suck his prick when he was bad. Instead of being frightened, he kept telling me that he wished that I would. The only thing that held me back was that I never knew for sure just when his parents were getting home. It seemed like they came in at different times every night. I wondered if they ever saw each other at all but figured that was none of my business. By then I had my radio and was saving for a new dress.
"One day I got notes from both of them, telling me that they would be home late. Mrs. K. was going bowling with her bridge club and Mr. K. had a late business meeting. After reading the notes, I decided that would be the night.
"Robbie was being pretty good until I told him it was time to take a bath and go to bed. Then he started getting rambunctious and running around all over the place. I told him that I would give him the bath if he agreed to take it. He said he would if I took one with him. I thought that would give me a good opening so I agreed.
"We both stripped off our clothes and got into the tub. Robbie's eyes were all over me and he told me I had a pretty body. I do and even then my tits were about the same size they are now. I didn't feel at all embarrassed as his eyes appraised me. I was feeling daring and adventurous and that was all part of the fun.
"After he looked me all over I began to study him. His cock looked so sweet and wet that I wanted to take it in my mouth right then. I wondered just how it would look after I had sucked on it for a while. Mostly I wondered just how big it would get.
"We took our time in the bath and then dried each other off. As Robbie rubbed the towel over my breasts I began to tingle all inside my cunt. I told him then that I wanted to suck on his prick. He didn't believe it until I tucked him in bed and started to play with it.
"He looked up at me out of his eleven-year-old face with the eyes of a man. As I rubbed and pinched his small prick it started to grow right before my eyes. Before I knew it, it was four inches long and standing straight up in the air.
"As soon as I convinced myself that it wasn't going to grow anymore, I took it between my lips and began to suck on it. As I did, a feeling of power went through me. Part of it was because of the faraway look in his eyes. He looked so happy that I almost cried. Not a muscle was moving. Once in a while he blinked, but aside from that he just stared ahead with a half-grin on his face.
"I sucked it for twenty minutes before my lips began to get tired. I had thought something would happen but Robbie told me he couldn't come. I promised him that when he could, I would do it again.
"But we didn't wait. Giving head got to be my favorite game and Robbie was crazy about it too. At first we did it every chance we got but then I got smart. I saved it for the times when he was bucking me about something. Then I used it as a bribe. But Robbie was a sharp kid so it worked kind of backwards. He started being bratty on purpose so that I would blow him. After awhile I stopped bothering.
"We were always pretty careful to do it when we thought his folks would be out late. Sometimes we misjudged and had to stop right in the middle. As I got more practice I could suck on it longer. Once I almost licked his cock for a straight hour. I would have too, but his poor prick was getting so sore that it went down.
"When Robbie and his folks went away for a two-week vacation I was miserable. My mouth was watering for his prick the whole time he was gone. School was out and I didn't have very much to do except think about it. My parents thought I was miserable over all the money I was losing. But by then I would have stayed with Robbie for nothing.
"I dated a few boys my own age but they didn't interest me very much. They gave me a lot of sloppy kisses and tried to grab my tits and that turned me off. They were just so clumsy about the whole thing. I thought about blowing one of them but I knew the whole class would know about it the next day. And then they would all expect it. That's what happened to one of my friends. She let a guy strip her and rub her clit and gash until she came. The next day half the guys in school were asking her for dates. They all tried the same thing and when she wouldn't let them they got mad. So I knew what I would be in for if I blew a guy my own age.
"When Robbie got back I was so glad to see him that I almost cried. As soon as we were alone, my hands were at his pants and my mouth was all ready for his cock. He warned me that his dad might be home soon but I just ignored it. I had been waiting for so long that I didn't care what happened.
"I was in a panic and just about tore the kid's pants down. When I finally got my mouth on his prick I felt much better. I had been sucking on it for ten minutes or so when I got the feeling there was someone else in the room. I turned my head and saw his father watching us through the window.
"I let Robbie's prick slide out of my mouth and I told him to get dressed. I was scared shitless and started thinking that his dad would send me to reform school and tell my parents and all kinds of terrible things. When he walked in the door I just wanted to die on the spot. I didn't even notice that he didn't look too mad, and that his prick was standing straight out in his pants.
"He told Robbie to go to his room and the kid obeyed faster than I thought he ever could. Then Mr. K. just stood there and stared at me for a long time. I was so miserable that I kept watching the floor, hoping that a big hole would suddenly open up. But I couldn't just stand there the rest of my life so I finally looked up at him. His eyes were going all over my body. I had to shake myself before I could take in the fact that he was turned on.
"I was heading my eyes back down to the floor when I caught sight of the bulge in his pants. His prick looked like it was a foot long and I couldn't help staring at it and thinking that it might be fun to suck on one that size.
"He must have read my mind because the next thing I knew he had it out of his pants and was waving it in front of me. He was talking kind of crazy about his wife loving Robbie better than him and stuff like that. But the look in his eye told me that he wanted the same kind of treatment his son was getting.
"As he came closer I backed away a little until I sat down on the couch. He came closer and thrust his thick cock right in my face. It was at least ten inches long and two or three inches thick. I didn't know how I was going to get something that size in my mouth but I sure wanted to try.
"I took his cock in my hand and studied it for a minute. It was hard as a rock and so much bigger than Robbie's. Besides that, it was based in a clump of curly hair that fascinated me. I touched the wiry hair and it sprang back at me. I giggled a little and did it again.
"I would have played with his dark bush some more but I sensed that he was getting kind of impatient. So I started to play with his cock a little. I began with my hand, running it down the long shaft. I could feel his cock move in my hand and it seemed to be getting harder all the time. As I kept on playing with it my fear evaporated and I could relax and enjoy it. I loved the thick stiffness of his cock in my hand.
"Mr. K. got the same kind of glazed look that Robbie had when. I played with him. That helped even more to make the whole thing easier. I ran my hands up arid down his prick for a minute, all the way from the very tip back down to his balls. I rubbed them for a while, cupping them in my hands and playing with them. They were so different from his son's that I just had to explore them thoroughly.
"When I was done with that I went back to his prick. The knobby head had turned a deep red, almost purple by then and it fascinated me. I got a good hold on his lollipop-my fingers could just about reach all the way around. Then I started to move my hand up and down on it. I felt the outside skin move with my hand and wondered where all the wrinkles went when he got hard.
"Then I bent down and started to run my tongue all over his stiff poker. I licked every single inch of it, both front and back. Then I licked his balls for a minute or two. By then I could hear him groaning as my tongue went back to his cock. I licked harder and faster and he seemed to love it.
"I was afraid to take his big stick in my mouth but finally I just couldn't stand the temptation for another minute. I got about half of it in and began to suck. His hot prick filled my mouth up almost completely so that I really had to work on finding room to lick and suck it.
"I worked his cock over good, using my cheeks and tongue and lips and even my teeth. While I was sucking on it a drop of cream spilled out of the tip into my mouth. It tasted good so I swallowed it down. I kept on sucking for another few minutes, working him as fast as I could. I just couldn't seem to stop licking and biting his enormous cock. I loved it all so much that I didn't give a damn about anything else.
"Suddenly I felt his prick start to quiver and shake like a volcano that was ready to erupt. I didn't know just what was going on so I kept on sucking. A minute later a torrent of hot lava erupted and gushed down my throat. I drank it up as well as I could, loving the salty taste of his creamy jism. As I tried to suck on his cock some more I discovered that it was shrinking. That was when I finally figured out everything about sex.
"Anyway, after we were done I got ready to go home. I didn't know just what was going on so I asked Mr. K. if he wanted me to baby-sit for Robbie anymore. I wouldn't have blamed him if he had said no, but he didn't. Instead, he told me that he was glad Robbie had such a nice girl around.
"You can guess what happened then. I took turns sucking off Robbie and his father. Mr. K. started coming home from work earlier on days when he knew his wife would be out. When he was home he ordered Robbie to go to his room while I blew him.
"For a long time I thought I had a great thing going for me. I was getting to suck two pricks and no one knew a thing about it. I didn't realize how jealous Mr. K. was of Robbie. Every time he came and filled my mouth up with cream he would say something about Robbie not being able to do that. I agreed. Actually, the fact that Robbie couldn't come yet didn't bother me at all. Even though he didn't cream he could stay hard for a hell of a long time. That was one thing his father couldn't do.
"All summer long I sucked both of them off and loved it. But when school started again I took another look at the guys there and decided that maybe I should go out with them more. I did and petted with them a few times. By then all the girls my age were doing it so it was no big thing. Besides that, I blew a couple of them and liked it better than Robbie or his father. I looked around until I found a part-time job after school and quit the baby-sitting.
"The only problem is, that was three years ago and I'm still hooked on blowing guys. I got fucked once and it didn't do a thing for me. And neither does anything that a guy does to me. The only kind of sex I really love is sucking cocks. If I didn't want to get married some day and have kids I wouldn't give a damn. But I do. So I'll have to work something out. Maybe I can find a husband who digs getting sucked off more than anything else. I guess guys like that are pretty rare but I'm sure there must be one someplace. I'll just have to keep on looking."
CASE HISTORY
Sixty-Nine for a Math Teacher
"I can still remember the very first time I felt a guy go down on me. My pussy was itching for some real action and as soon as that tongue pushed into my slit, I could feel the rumble of orgasm. God, how I love to have a suck job done on my cunt. Just nothing beats the feeling. The only trouble is that I haven't been able to find enough guys who are willing to suck me off. Even if I give a suck job back, most of the guys I've met seem to be reluctant to go down on me.
"I think I got this hang-up about pussy licking when I was about thirteen. I started playing around with myself then. I've always thought that sex was the greatest thing even when I was just playing with my cunny by myself. And I used to do that plenty.
"Where I come from girls are supposed to be sweet and pure and innocent. And I was for a long time. Somehow I never connected the things I did with anything bad or naughty. I was just having fun and making myself feel real good.
"I kind of discovered my cunt by accident when I was ten or so. I remember that day clear as anything. I had hit my sister on the head and my mom locked me in my room until I was ready to apologize. I didn't want to since my sister had deserved it, so I sat there and sulked for a couple of hours. But I had to pee so bad that I couldn't stand it. I told my mom but she said I couldn't even go to the bathroom until I said I was sorry. And I wasn't about to do that.
"Anyway, I put my hand down between my legs and held on to my pussy hard, hoping that would stop me from pissing in my pants. I rubbed my cunt and then it started feeling real good. I didn't know what my clit was then but I could feel part of me standing up like a hard little knob.
"It felt so good that I just kept on rubbing and working over my cunt with my hand until I came. I just lay back all of a sudden and relaxed and just about passed out. Vibrations were running all through my body and I loved the feel of them.
"I still had to pee so I told my sister I was sorry and all that. Hell, I didn't give a shit then. I realized that I could have more fun playing with myself than fighting with her.
"After that, I don't think a day passed without my coming. I was getting to be a real expert at it, too, so that I could rub and come in as little as three minutes. Sometimes I would get bored in school and go off to the John and play with my cunt. After a good come I always felt better. In fact, I still do.
"Somehow, I never really connected what I was doing with sex. Sex was supposed to be bad and get girls in trouble, but playing with my cunt just made me feel good. So I kept it up without a guilty thought, as far as I can remember.
"Actually, I figured that anything was all right as long as I didn't get fucked and knocked up. At thirteen I was stacked as good as any high school girl and better than most. As soon as my tits started popping they kept right on until they were as big as grapefruits. Everywhere I went guys were always whistling and making cracks. I knew that I should feel embarrassed but I didn't. As soon as I heard the first whistle I always felt my cunny start to soften up and get all creamy. I couldn't wait to get somewhere so that I could rub it hard and come.
"Anyway, when I was about thirteen, after three years of masturbating myself, I started dating. At least that's what I called it. It was really just going to the movies and stuff with boys my own age who were more interested in baseball than sex.
"Since I looked older, it wasn't long before boys in high school started to ask me out. My parents wouldn't let me go but I didn't let that stop me. After all, I was thirteen and really knew the score. At least I knew enough not to get knocked up.
"One guy's name was Paul and he was eighteen and a real doll. When I just looked at him I flipped. He was so beautiful and all, With light blond hair and blue eyes and a gorgeous build. His pants were so tight that I could see the outline of his cock even when it was down. He was well hung and I thought about letting something like that get in my cunt. But I knew I wouldn't let him do that.
"He had been looking me over for quite awhile, taking in my big tits and nice legs. It was my first big date and all, so I wasn't quite sure just what to expect. When he told me we were going to a drive-in I got a better idea.
"I told my folks I was going to visit a girl friend and met Paul at the local drug store. I had worn my shortest mini and a sweater that showed my boobs off as much as I dared. I hadn't worn a bra and just thinking about Paul got my nipples all hard until I could see the outline through the sweater.
"Paul was right on time. As his eyes went over my sweater and skirt I could see the bulge in his pants start to grow. I think just then I started to feel a little afraid. After all, I was kind of leading him on. I had no intentions of letting him fuck me and I hoped that he wouldn't get mad and rape me or something.
"When I got in the car he put his arm around me and pulled me over so far that I was just about sitting in his lap. He kept taking my hand and putting it on his hard cock and I kept moving it. I liked the feel of him but I was kind of scared anyway.
"As soon as we got to the drive-in he tried to move me to the back seat but I kept saying that I had wanted to see the movie for a long time. He started getting a little nasty and I began to cry. He looked disgusted and told me that I was acting like I was fourteen. I didn't know what else to do so I told my real age. Boy, did he ever look surprised. He just about dropped his teeth.
"But he knew I was jail bait and told me that he wouldn't dream of fucking a kid like me. By then, even though I was scared, I could feel my cunt pumping away. I was almost disappointed. He still held me tight and rubbed my tits once in a while but he didn't try anything else right then.
"All the same, I had wanted something to happen so I started to play with his cock. It had wilted when I told him how old I really was but as soon as I touched him it started to get hot and hard all over again. It felt so warm and nice that I just kept right on rubbing it and a few minutes later he came.
"I was so dumb that I didn't expect that. One minute his prick was hard and steaming and then all of a sudden my hand was filled with his sticky goo and his prick was soft again.
"He looked kind of surprised and told me I gave a good hand job. Then he said that he would really like to do something nice for me. He took my sweater off and started sucking on my tits until my nipples were standing out straight and hard. His lips and tongue and teeth were all working over my tits until I could feel my cunt get so wet that I thought a flood might come out of me.
"His hands were wandering down between my legs and soon they reached my cunt. He pressed down on it just the way I liked it and massaged my clit through the thin fabric of my panties. Then he pulled them down and fingered my hole for a few minutes.
"He worked his quick fingers in and out of my slit until I was more juiced up than ever. Then he lay me down and spread my legs wide apart. I thought that he was getting ready to fuck me and at that point I didn't care about anything but the hot blood racing through my veins.
"But he didn't fuck me at all. Instead, he put his head down between my legs and began to lick my cunt. At the first touch of his tongue it was really like an electric shock went through me. I had never imagined that anything could feel so wonderful. My juice was flowing and his tongue was licking as fast as it was pouring out.
"The greatest thing was when he took my throbbing clit very gently between his lips and started to suck on it very slowly. At that, I just went through the roof of the car. At least that's what it felt like. I came so hard and fast that everything started spinning around and I soon felt that I was floating up in the clouds, looking down on my squirming body. It was just marvelous and so much better than anything I had ever felt before.
"Paul and I dated for about six months and it was terrific. I went down on him once or twice but mostly I rubbed his thick cock with my hand until he ejaculated.
"And the best part was the way he ate my cunt. He reamed it out with his tongue until I screamed and writhed with passion. I loved it so much that I managed to sneak out to meet him at least three times a week. After awhile we stopped bothering with the drive-in and just went down by the lake and parked.
"Looking back, it almost seems as though I was leading a weird kind of double life. At school I was just a kid and at home they treated me almost as though I was still wearing diapers. But at night, when I was alone with Paul in the car and he was sucking and licking my cunt, I was a real woman.
"It would have gone on forever but Paul got drafted. I hated to see him go. Besides missing his mouth on my hot box there was a chance that I would never see him again. And I liked him a lot.
"After he left I just about went crazy with longing. I kept on playing with my cunt but it just wasn't the same. I wanted his mouth over it, his tongue running in and out of my little slit, his lips sucking on my love knob. I couldn't very well do all that myself.
"I kept on dating boys my own age, going to movies and dances but there was nothing there. Sometimes they would get really brave and kiss me a few times but that was about all. And their kisses didn't do a thing to me-they didn't even know enough to use their tongues.
"I knew that I had to have some real sex soon so I went looking for it. There was a bowling alley where all the high school guys used to hang out and pick up girls so I went there a few times. But none of them really turned me on. Besides, the few I went out with didn't want to do what I liked. They just wanted to fuck and I was afraid I'd get pregnant. So I got the reputation of being a real tease. Finally none of them would bother with me anymore. I offered to jerk them off if they would go down on me but they weren't interested. It was fucking or nothing with them.
"When school started in the fall I was in bad shape. I had spent the whole damn summer trying to get a mouth on my cunt and daydreaming about it. I just couldn't keep my mind on studies. I kept concentrating on my cunt.
"I was in high school and since I was such a sexy looking kid a lot of the older boys asked me out. All of my girl friends were jealous since most of the older boys thought freshmen weren't too hot. But the same damn thing happened. They just wanted to thrust their cocks up my snatch and I didn't want them to.
"All my grades were pretty shitty but math was worst of all. I just couldn't concentrate on it one bit. The teacher was a young man in his early twenties. He offered to help me after school so I went, not thinking that it would do a hell of a lot of good.
"It had really never occurred to me that a teacher might have the hots for me. Even though he wasn't that much older than Paul, he seemed like he belonged to a different world. But when I finally went to his room after school the first look at his face told me what the story really was.
"I didn't know what to do. I never thought about him that way but as soon as it started I took a close look at the thick, sensual lips of his mouth and knew that they would feel just right on my box. So when I had come up close to him I played right along, letting his cheek graze against my full tits. He gave a little jerk and I moved in a little closer until my boob was against his cheek and my thigh was pressed against his leg. As I pretended to concentrate on what he was telling me I let my eyes wander down to his crotch. His prick was hard and ready.
"He noticed where my eyes were headed right away and told me that it might be easier if we studied in his apartment. I was ready to agree but then I thought that if all he wanted was fucking it might be hard to get out of it. After all, he could flunk me easy as pie. So I told him very plainly that I didn't fuck and never would until I got married. While I was talking I moved my hand across his lap and caressed his cock through his pants. I could feel the heat and the passion running through his body as he sat there looking confused.
"'It's obvious what you can do for me but what would you get out of it?' he asked me: "So I told him that I loved the feel of a mouth covering my pussy and that his mouth looked just about right. He looked shocked as hell and asked me where I had learned about things like that. So I told him that was none of his business and if he didn't want to play I would leave. But from the way his cock was standing up I knew that he didn't want to leave. So we went to his apartment.
"As soon as we got in the door he grabbed me and started kissing my mouth and neck, telling me what a sexy babe I was at the same time. I unzipped his fly and took out his hard prick. I ran my fingers around the head of it until I could feel it quiver and throb. I guess he was horny as hell because he came almost right away and shot a great big wad. It felt so hot and good that I was almost tempted to let him stick it inside me.
"I undressed quickly and lay down on his bed and spread my legs wide open. The feel of his manhood in my hand had started my juices flowing and I was dying to have his mouth over me. He looked almost unhappy as I drew his head down and put it between my legs. But after the first lick he was fine.
"His tongue went to work on my pussy, licking it dry in no time at all. As he explored further and grazed the tip of my clit with it, I started juicing up all over again.
"He played with my clit some more, flicking it with his tongue and licking it all the way down to the base. My pussy was filled with juice again and he went back straight to the source. He worked his tongue in and out of my clit fast and hard. Just as soon as his tongue was buried in my snatch I started coming fast. I felt my pussy squeeze his tongue as though I was trying to milk it.
"By the time I finished going off he was, hot and hard again. He asked me to blow him so I did. I never liked it much before then but I had decided to work over his prick the same way he had my cunt.
"So I started by running my tongue all over the head of his cock. Then I took it in my mouth and started to suck on it a little, very gently. It wasn't quite as big as Paul's had been and maybe that's what made it easier to work with. I took some more of it in my mouth and worked my tongue along the shaft.
"A drop of cream leaked out and I tasted it. It wasn't bad really. In fact I liked it a lot. So I licked his cock all up and down the shaft, from the bottom of his head all the way down to his balls. I licked them a little, too. As I did I felt a kind of tremble go through his whole body. I knew then that I was giving him the same good thrill that he had given me and that made me so happy.
"Taking as much of his cock in my mouth as I could, I started to suck the whole thing, all seven inches of it. I would feel the head halfway down my throat, almost choking me but I didn't let that stop me. I kept at it until I felt his prick begin to twitch with a kind of frenzy.
"I pulled the shaft out of my mouth and concentrated all my sucking on the head. I used my cheeks and tongue and teeth to work it over and after a few minutes I was rewarded when he came.
"It was the first time I'd ever swallowed a load and I found out I liked it. It tasted better than anything and the heat going down my throat was a real turn-on. I guzzled it all down and sucked a little more. I just couldn't help myself. I wanted more of his jism.
"After that, I went to his apartment after school almost every day. He got to be a real expert at eating cunt and I got a lot of practice blowing him. Sometimes we did each other at the same time but not too often. I don't like that as much. Hell, when I give a guy head I have to concentrate on how I work over his prick. And if his lips are fastened onto my snatch at the same time I just can't think straight.
"It was one hell of a year for us. Besides getting my cunny reamed out all the time, I got the best grades in math ever. As summer came nearer I began to wonder just how we would manage. I finally asked him about it and he told me that he was going home for the summer and getting married. On weekends he'd been dating one of the other teachers.
"That pissed me off. Not that I wanted to marry him or anything like that. But hell, he could have told me. I told him about all the dates I'd been on. He fed me a lot of bull about not wanting to lose me until he had to. Crap, the bastard had a hell of a good deal going for him. Me on weekdays and another girl on weekends. I guess what bothered me most was knowing that I would have to find another mouth for my cunt.
"It was easier than I thought it would be. I spent most of my time at the neighborhood swimming pool that summer and the lifeguard was a real doll. He wore those skimpy trunks that don't hide much of anything. He had a terrific build and a gorgeous tan. Best of all he wanted me.
"Like any other guy, he started out trying to fuck me. When I refused to play he almost left. We were alone in my house sitting on the sofa when he got up. I pushed him back down and started unzipping his pants. His cock was all hard and at first" the size scared me. The guy must have measured at least ten inches and I didn't see how the hell I was going to be able to handle it.
"I licked around the head at first and then worked my way down the shaft, giving it short kisses with a slight sucking motion all the way back. He looked dazed but settled back down into his seat right away.
"Since his prick was so big, after I sucked on the head for a few minutes I had to suck the shaft back in little bits and pieces. He loved it though, so that made it all right. After the length of his cock showed marks from all my intense sucking, I took the head in my mouth and worked it over hard. His knob was huge and that alone filled my mouth all the way up, making it hard to get too much real suction. But I managed and he came soon after that.
"His cream squirted down my throat and gulping it down was a real struggle. It tasted good though, so I had no problem sucking a little more to drain his cock all the way.
"I looked up at him after I finished and noticed a dreamy, faraway kind of look in his eyes. He was really grooving over my sucking. I let him stay happy for a few more minutes until my pussy got unbearably tight and horny. It was aching like hell and I knew that he had just the tongue to stop the ache.
"I told him what I wanted and he agreed. I spread my legs and he began to lick my cunt, running his tongue all over and around my clit. It had been almost a month since the last time, so I came right away, even though his tongue never even went down in my slit. As soon as I shot off like a firecracker, he left. He never called me again and sort of ignored me at the pool. I guess he just was one of those guys who can't stand to go down on a girl. Tough shit for him. I know damned well he loved it when I sucked him off. Life just isn't fair for women.
"I had a long dry spell for a while. My pussy ached and itched for a sucking mouth but there just wasn't any around.
"Bill and I started dating in my last year of high school. Right from the first I fell in love with him. I thought of him as more of a person than just a mouth and he loved me, too. We planned to get married just as soon as school was over in June. In May, a month before the wedding, I learned the awful truth about myself.
"Bill had been trying to talk me into fucking for a while. He liked the way I blew him but it just wasn't enough. Since I knew damned well he really was going to marry me I wasn't all that worried about getting knocked up. Besides, I was taking the pill. So I told him it would be all right. It was really funny the way I was looking forward to it. All those years I'd figured a tongue was just a good substitute. I was finally going to get the real thing.
"It started out fine. Bill got me all hot and ready fast. My pussy was juiced up and my clit was thumping with desire. I spread my legs and he slowly inched his prick inside me. There was a sharp pain as he busted my cherry but that went away quickly. Bill ran his cock in and out of my pussy for a few minutes and then came. His cream felt good up my cunt but that was the only real pleasure I'd gotten out of the whole thing. I was so disappointed that I started to cry. But Bill told me that it usually took a while before a woman adjusted and had orgasms.
"After our first failure I was dying to try it again. I figured that with enough practice I would soon come. But we fucked almost every night that month before our wedding and nothing very much ever happened. Oh, I enjoyed being so close to Bill and having part of his body inside me and the hot wet feeling in my pussy when he came. But I never had a climax and I sure was used to having them.
"During all this Bill was really getting hungup about not being able to make me come. I kept on telling him that he had always succeeded before we started fucking. So one night we tried having him go down on me beforehand. At the first touch of his lips on my pussy I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building up inside my body.
"Right after I started coming, Bill took his mouth away and jammed his cock inside me. At that point I was wild with passion and didn't even notice. So I finished my come with his prick instead of his tongue.
"That's the way we've done it since then. I come all the time and Bill doesn't mind it a bit. The only problem is that if we want to do it more than once in one night I have to go and wash his cream out of me. He won't touch his own cream for anything. I guess maybe our sex life is kind of weird but I don't mind it a bit. Hell, I think I'm getting the best of both worlds. And I keep Bill happy, too.
CASE HISTORY
Oral Stimulation arid Climax
"I'm the first to admit that I am really turned on by the sucking bit. Oral lovemaking is it, as far as I'm concerned. It's the only way to have an orgasm. I'm not only hooked on getting my cunt licked, but I love giving blow jobs as well. This boyfriend of mine, he goes in for the sucking in a big way as well. Don loves to give me a good lick job before we get down to fucking. Hell, does he know what to do with that tongue of his! I sort of go all mushy when he slobbers over my gash, especially when he stabs back and forth in my slit and then nibbles over my clit.
"He takes a long time getting me all worked up for a fuck. Usually he starts by kissing all around my face and my neck. Naturally he lets his tongue dip deep into my mouth and twirl around with mine for a while. I get a big kick out of French kissing like that.
"But after several long minutes during which we've really kissed up a storm with our tongues, then he starts to lick all around my neck and nibble at my ears. He lets his tongue dart into my ears, and that makes me have little shivers up and down my spine.
"He works around like that, nibbling and nipping for quite awhile. Then he starts working down, letting his lips brush back and forth across my neck and then down around my shoulders. He goes from one to the other, finally going just a little lower and reaching the point where the top of my boob starts to flatten out on my chest.
"Then he takes a long time working with my tits. He lets his tongue go from one nipple to the other, flicking at each one for a little until it's good and hard. I can get very hard nipples sometimes, and they stick out like little bullets.
"Then, after he's got my nipples hard he dips down with his mouth and sucks them in-one at a time, of course. He sucks the nipples in and flicks his tongue back and forth across it a few more times. Then he really applies the suction and takes in about half of my boob. I've got pretty big boobs, which gives you an idea of just how hard he sucks.
"He works on both of them like that for a while, going from one to the other, and by the time he's finished sucking on my boobs I can already feel the juice starting to flow down in my pussy. But Don isn't finished with me yet. Not by a long shot.
"He starts licking between my boobs, down in that crevice that separates my two mountains. He licks and licks, and sometimes lets his head swing from side to side like a pendulum, nipping at one boob and then the other. He keeps this up for quite awhile.
"Then he begins to work lower. He licks under each boob from side to side, and then gradually starts going down until he comes to my bellybutton. I really jump when he shoots his tongue in that little hole and wiggles it around. He does that just to get a rise out of me, and then he goes on down to the business section.
"Very slowly he licks his way down to the very top of my cunt hair. Then, when he comes to my cunt hair he places his hands on my hips and holds me tight. Maybe he thinks I'm going to start wiggling around or something. Actually, I very often do wiggle like I've got ants in my pants. Only I'm not wearing any pants.
"Well anyway, he holds me tight while he starts to nibble on my cunt hair. And that's just what he does, too. He takes a good mouthful in, and chews a little, and I can feel my hair getting between his teeth. But that doesn't seem to bother him. As a matter-of-fact I think he likes it. He just chews a little more, letting his face move all around in my cunt hair and breathing in my scent.
"Then he moves down a couple of inches and places his mouth right at the very tip of my slit. It's only a tiny bit away from my clit, which is beginning to throb by now, and I can feel his hot breath cascading all over my clit. I really like that.
"Well, he does that just enough to tantalize me. And that only takes a couple of seconds. Then he lets his lips move up and down my slit, covering the whole area. And his tongue licks out from time to time while he's doing that 'cause my cunt has begun to leak by then and Don can taste my cunt juice coming from my hairs and from my slit.
"Don really likes my cunt juice. He says it has a taste that's impossible to describe. Although I have a feeling that my cunt juice and his cock juice don't taste that much different. There's a certain saltiness to both of them, and I know that his cock juice has a kind of meat flavor.
"Anyway, he laps a little along my slit, trying to get as much juice as I've dripped out by then. There would be a lot more coming soon, of course, but I always leak some before I come.
"Then Don begins to use his tongue more, letting it slide up and down between my cunt lips. And every time it gets near the top of my slit Don puts a lot of force behind his tongue and makes it sort of whip my clit. He knows how much I like my clit worked on, and he begins to use his tongue to really make me hot.
"Back and forth it goes, and sometimes it gets me so fired up I reach down and get a good handful of his hair and start to twist it and pull it. Of course I try to keep a grip on myself, but with a great tongue like that whipping my clit it's sometimes very difficult.
"Anyway, the more he works on my clit the more my box starts to leak, which Don likes very much. It starts to juice so much that he finally dips his tongue right in my snatch hole in order to soak up my juice. And that really drives me up the wall!
"I mean to tell you, if you've never had a wild tongue up your snatch, you have no idea what you're missing. It feels like some kind of snake up there wiggling and squirming all over the place. And Don keeps his tongue slithering and sliding in and out until he knows that I just can't stand it anymore.
"Then he attaches his mouth to my cunt just as if it was a vacuum cleaner. He just opens his mouth wide and sucks hard, drawing most of my cunt lips right in. And that's a crazy feeling right in itself. It feels a little like he's trying to rip my cunt right off my body.
"Well, after a little of that, I really am climbing the walls, but I don't have to worry, 'cause Don has his nice big bone that sort of curves in the middle. And it has this big head on the end of it, which gets all fat and red and reminds me of an apple.
"Don gets up between my legs and positions himself on each side of my body. He holds the upper part of his body up with his arms and works his crotch around until I feel his hard prick knocking at my cunt door. He just likes to wiggle his hard spear down there, trying to work the thick knob of it into my hole.
"Finally he makes contact, and I feel that blunt bulb of a cock head slip right between my cunt lips and into my juicing cunt. Then Don lets out this great sigh, like he feels something beautiful happening inside him. And something beautiful is happening.
"Very gradually he starts to press his stomach down until it begins to make contact with mine, and I feel his kinky cock hair meshing with my own. And the farther he presses down the more his prick sinks into my snatch, filling my hole with his hot hardness.
"Deeper and deeper he goes until finally he's all the way in, and my twat has swallowed up his whole magnificent cock. That's when we start to roll together, his hips going around in one direction and mine going around in the other.
"Before long we're fucking like two corkscrews. Then, after we've done that for a while, Don starts to pull his cock out a little and shoves it back in. Pulls it out and shoves it back, our asses going around and around all the time.
"I mean to tell you, when we have something going like that it's really wonderful. And he ends up by spurting a gallon of cream up my snatch, which merges and mingles with my own juice and then the whole shooting match drips out on the sheets.
"Yes, fucking is a whole lot of fun, especially when it's combined with licking and sucking on my whole body, which is how he always starts the show. But something I like even better, and I don't mind admitting it, is when I have a chance to do the same thing to him.
"We usually try it from different positions. Sometimes, if he's tired, I have him lay back on the bed and I get on top of him and go to work, doing my own thing. I start with his face, giving him deep tongue kisses, and letting my tongue have a little whip fight with his.
"Then I start to kiss all around his face, very gently but very firmly. I move from his lips to his eyes and his nose and around to each ear. I know it feels very good when a hot wet tongue dips in your ear so I do that to him a couple of times, letting my tongue swish around and around.
"I work around and down his neck for a little while, finally coming down to his chest, which is pretty well covered with hair. I like to let my fingers run through his hair, but even better I like to run my tongue around and around in it, which I do.
"I like to keep tonguing his hair until I've got it good and soggy, and then I slurp it all up, taking big gobs of his chest hair in my mouth and then letting it slip back out of my mouth.
"I start working lower and lower until I get down to his flat stomach, and I keep licking the whole time, covering every good fleshy inch of his sexy body. Lower and lower I lick until finally I come to his cock hair, and by then I feel the first waves of a come building up inside me. I don't really know what does it, it's just that as soon as I feel myself getting near a good cock, a tingle of something shoots through me and I start juicing up. I guess it takes cocksucking to do that to me.
"I run my face around and around in that cock hair, breathing deeply of that rich musky scent that Don's got there between his legs. I even manage to control myself a little and rather than just swoop down on the nice hard cock I tease myself and Don by ignoring it for the moment and dropping over to that little crevice that runs at the top of each one of his thighs.
"I like to run my tongue up and down that crevice, and sometimes I lap up a little moisture there which tastes just like his cock. Yum! I lick and lick each crevice until I've got all there is to get. Then I go on to bigger and better things, like his balls.
"Don's balls remind me of two big marbles cushioned inside a hairy bag. He's got quite a handful hanging down below his cock, and I just love to take it in my hands and roll those balls around against each other. But even better, I love to taste them.
"I open my mouth wide so I don't hurt him, then I plop the whole bag of balls in my mouth and suck like all hell. Don starts to wiggle around when I do that, and I have to control my passions to keep from just chomping right down on those delicious balls and chewing them to bits!
Anyway, I suck and suck on those balls until Don begins to cry out from the torment. And then, much as I would like to keep on sucking, I know that the big prize comes next. Next I can begin to use my lips and tongue on that big, beautiful dick.
"My cunt lets loose with another wad of juice at about that time, and the waves begin to course over my body and through it and around it. And as soon as I take that swollen cock head between my lips and my taste buds start to come alive from the incredible meaty flavor, I start to roll onward and upward to a glorious juicing come!
"I have to stop for a moment, usually, while the tidal wave rolls over me and I cream all over the place. Don understands what's happening to me, and he just lays there patiently with his cock head between my lips while I finish my first come of the evening.
"You notice I said first come, didn't you? Well, that's easy to explain. It seems like the more I do to the cock, the harder the sucking I do and the closer Don is to hosing my mouth down with a wad of cream, well, all those things make me come again and again.
"Sometimes I can come five or six times just from sucking Don's cock once. In a way that's a little unfair, I know, but I make it up to him. I'll tell you how in a minute.
"Well, after I've finished my good come, I start to work Don up to his. Actually I don't have to do too much in that department, since Don has no trouble getting as hard as a rock as soon as you just mention the word sex. He has a really handsome cock that sticks up firm and hard and long. I mean, it really looks patriotic with its big proud cock head standing up there at the end. And it gets wider and firmer as it tapers back to the thick root.
"But speaking of licking, I even like licking that cock best of all. I mean, there's nothing I wouldn't want my mouth to do to that cock, including sucking on it right down to the hilt, and letting my tongue whip around it and slurp it, sucking back in all of my spit that has not become flavored with his pork roll.
"I gradually begin to work on that cock head, licking it and sucking it, and letting my tongue push into the little one-eyed slit that he has right there at the end. It's out of that slit that all of his creamy milkshake will pour and I just love that little slit!
"Another thing I like to do is get my tongue right behind the little rim that runs around the edge of his cock head. I like to run my tongue between that and the rest of the hard shaft. Don really wiggles his ass when that happens. Wow!
"Inch by inch I begin to take more of Don's dick in my mouth, but I take it easy, 'cause pleasure like this can't be rushed. I let my tongue move and about and around every inch as it slides into my mouth, and my cunt begins to quiver harder and more violently with each inch of prick.
"I like to hold onto Don's thighs and run my fingers up and down inside them while I'm sucking him off. I found a long time ago that the more things like that I do, the more it gets him steamed up and the more juice he spurts out. And the more juice the better, that's what I always say.
"Finally, after several long minutes of this inch by inch sucking, I've got Don's whole dork inside me, filling my mouth and probing down into my throat. I usually have to let out a great sigh of satisfaction at that point, and let my cunt take over for another orgasm.
"Then, after I've got that whole cock in my mouth and it's as hard and hot as it can get, I start sliding my mouth back and forth across it, letting my lips travel from the very base of the root to the very tip of the cock head. And, of course, the more that my mouth slides along its hard length the wetter I get it, until finally it's so well lubricated with my spit that my mouth just glides up and down it like a kid shinnying down a pole.
"From that point on it usually doesn't take much before I can feel the tension building up in Don's loins, and I know the pressure of the come has built up. Something very interesting about that is that sometimes I think I can almost hear it.
"I mean, I'm right in there close to his crotch anyway, right, and it seems to me that I can hear the rushing of some turbulence deep inside him. It sounds as if a dam has broken loose and the rushing streams of come are coursing along through his tubes, rushing and tumbling and bursting to get out through the opening at the tip of that mighty cock.
"I can hear the cascading sound coming closer and closer and then ... finally ... there it is and my mouth is filled with hot seed. Jet after jet spurts into my mouth with the force of bullets, and I gulp and gulp as fast and furiously as I can to keep from losing any of the precious fluid.
"Depending on how much licking and sucking I've done, Don's load is either a torrential burst that keeps spurting for several minutes, or else it just breaks loose and hoses me down in one big rush.
"It's wonderful the kinds of things that people can do when they love each other, and Don and I love each other very much. That's why there's no place on his body that I wouldn't want to lick and suck and run my tongue over. And he feels the same way about me. We bring tremendous pleasure to each other, and that's real love, isn't it?"
CASE HISTORY
Campus Swap Orgy
The college sex scene has been the topic for many recent articles in newspapers and national magazines. Everyone wants to capitalize on the sensationalism involved with college sex and the purported perverse behavior of the campus students. One coed recently was quoted in a Los Angeles tabloid as saying, "Why can't they leave us alone? If we want to fuck or suck, that's our business and if we do it in groups of two or twenty-two, that's our thing. We're not out to destroy anyone's morale. We're out to have our own ball and we can do without outside interference."
Recently, three college couples were charged with unlawful sexual acts in a dormitory in Ohio and were forced to leave school. More than a thousand coeds protested by whistling, shouting, and clapping their hands in approval when one of their speakers attacked the action as ignorant and shameful, and damned all laws making any sexual act between two agreeable people an offense.
On another Midwestern campus, students sported placards demanding: Legalize all forms of sex!
One college newspaper carried an article written by a girl reporter which described "campus turnings on." She'd given detailed descriptions of some of the sorority-fraternity swap parties, and when summoned before a judge and ordered to name her informants, she refused. She was tried for contempt of court, convicted, and fined three hundred dollars. Students picketed the courthouse, carrying signs castigating the judge, and they passed the hat to pay the young reporter's fine.
At one large university, the authorities have made available a large sum of money to those who would name classmates involved in campus swap parties. The student body hastily organized a sit-down strike in protest and made it plain what would happen to those who might squeal. The offer was withdrawn.
College students are in revolt against many things, as one can see by reading the newspapers. Uprisings have swept many campuses, especially over the crackdown on narcotics. But there have been revolts, too, over outdated, unrealistic and unfair rules and laws, a lot of them having to do with sex. There have been crusades against censorship, against racial discrimination, and against an ancient and puritanical sex code.
A few people claim these present college capers are just an exotic form of youth revolt, but the kids say otherwise.
"Sex sure shakes up the older generation," one student said. "Sometimes, I wonder how we all got here!"
Another declared, "My folks had three kids. And I bet my old man and my old lady never did it more than three times!"
Statistics seem to prove that the present college girl knows her way around better than her mother did. The percentage of unwed mothers on campuses is only about half what it used to be.
One young college male divided coeds into three types: a very small group who were waiting for sex until after they were married, a second small group who had sex only with their steadies whom they hoped to marry, and a very large third group who indulged in swap parties and general orgies and would fuck anybody who bothered to blow in their ear.
Sex gives pleasure, and the college crowd knows it. As one girl said, "People have been fucking since time began. So why hide it?"
All efforts to ban sex have failed. It is too powerful a thing. Two kids, locked in jail overnight for breaking curfew, had sex through the bars. Oddly enough, its repression by our Puritan forefathers never cut down on the number of illegitimate babies born. And a conviction that anything pleasurable must be dangerous and immoral is a terrible sickness of the mind.
On campuses throughout the nation today, boys and girls live it up. They know what sex is all about and only wish they had more of it. They do not believe that sex before marriage is immoral. They do not believe it leads to crime, insanity, or anything else but a damned good time. And they can produce scientific evidence to prove it.
Nobody's going to stop college youth from indulging in sex. "It may be a sin," one boy said. "But you get great results from that kind of sinning!"
Jeanie Nusbaum wasn't very popular in high school, and she blamed her mother. She guessed she started hating her mother when she graduated from the eighth grade. They were having exercises in the high school auditorium, and her mother had made her a new white dress with a big, pink ribbon bow. Jeanie was excited-until a horrible thing happened.
The class was gathered in one of the classrooms, waiting the signal to march onto the stage. Her mother came in, and the moment Jeanie saw her, she knew she was having one or her "sick" spells, which meant she was drunk. Jeanie was ashamed as she watched her mother approach unsteadily, smiling inanely at everybody. Her lipstick was hideously smeared, and when she spoke to the teacher, her tongue was thick. Shame flooded over Jeanie, and she wished she could vanish through the floor.
She stumbled around, dropping her purse, and when she tried to talk to her daughter, Jeanie turned her back.
The program was half-over, when there was a disturbance in the audience. Jeanie heard her mother's loud, fuzzy voice. Panic-stricken, she got up and ran off the stage.
Later, at home, her mother sobbed out how sorry she was for what she'd done, her face in her hands. "I didn't think one little drink would hurt anything. I love you, Jeanie," she said. "You're my little girl and I'm so sorry."
Jeanie just stared dumbly out the window and didn't believe her. She was always sorry after she'd had one of her "spells."
Jeanie's daddy stopped being harsh to her mother. But he looked haggard and worried all the time. He would caution his two daughters not to talk to anyone about their mother. "She's having a sick spell again," he'd always tell them.
Mona, Jeanie's sister, was a year and a half older than she. When they got to high school, Mona didn't seem to mind about their mother. For one thing, she was pretty and had a lot of boyfriends. Their mother gave her a lot of chances to slip out and have about all the dates she wanted. She was going with some college fellows about the time she was a sophomore in high school.
It was probably Jeanie's loneliness that turned her into a day dreamer. She'd do most of it on an evening after she'd watch Mona slip off to meet some boy for an evening of fun.
It was on account of his wife's "bad sickness" that Jeanie's father finally lost his job with the small college in town. It had something to do with his reputation and standing in the community, whatever that meant. Jeanie had heard him use those very words when he told her mother about it.
Her daddy got another teaching job at another school, and they moved into a small apartment only two blocks from Frat Row. Her daddy started drinking, too, and by the time Jeanie was a junior in high school, he just up and disappeared.
Her mom and dad had spoiled her life, Jeanie felt. She didn't know it then, but she was ripe for trouble because she was so lonesome. The first boy she really got a crush on was Ben Smith. He was a high school football player and ran with a pretty wild crowd. Later, Jeanie started dating a college boy, a fraternity man and a member of the "Midnight Males." The "Midnight Males" didn't really have a fraternity house, but the house was on Frat Row, and they pretended it was. Mona once told her the boys had nude parties and pretty wild times.
This boy, Squirt, must have been at least nineteen. The first time he tried to get in her panties, Jeanie lowered her head and butted him in the belly until he lost his breath. Then her knee came up and caught him in the groin. A young campus cop heard the commotion and came to her rescue. "I cart take care of myself!" she told him proudly, unwilling to admit that Squirt had made indecent overtures to her.
But Mona started dating a "Midnight Male," and she'd come home and tell about the good times she'd had. Jeanie started wearing dresses, instead of jeans, and when Squirt asked her for a date again, she accepted.
One night, he took her for a ride. He told her she was the one girl he'd been waiting for, before he started making violent love. When he felt for her pussy, she slapped him.
He got mad and said, "Think you're better than Mona, don't you?"
Jeanie learned that night that Mona had ditched Squirt. She wondered if Mona had ever gone all the way with him. She was letting old Squirt neck up a storm one evening when the young campus cop caught them. He chased them away, but his eyes begged Jeanie for something.
The next day, he asked her for a date. She was thrilled, but she told him she was going steady.
"With Squirt?" he asked.
When she said yes, he cautioned her that Squirt was dangerous and no good for her. She started to walk away, but he caught her arm and begged, "Please, Jeanie, go with me. I'll be good to you."
"Like all the boys, huh?" she snorted. She felt tense and wanted to believe him. But she couldn't.
She heard him mutter something in an anguished voice, but she went on and didn't look back.
"How long do you intend to hold out?" Squirt asked the next night. "I go ape with your teasing, and I'm wanting some of your pussy."
"Until I'm married," she said.
He said, "Oh, shit!" He threatened to use force, but Jeanie reminded him of how she'd kicked him in the groin and could do it again.
About a week later, Jeanie dated one of the high school boys, a pasty-faced kid with pale blue eyes. When he came to get her, he acted funny, and she smelled beer on his breath. He told her he'd been up to the "Midnight Male" Frat House. "And, man, are they celebrating up there!" he added.
He took her to a high school kid's house, where couples were dancing. There was beer, and some of the boys were drunk. After a short time, everyone disappeared and Jeanie and her date were left alone on the sofa. "Where's everybody gone?" she asked, and begged him to take her home.
He ignored her plea and said, "They've gone to see the show."
"What show?"
"The one over at the 'Midnight Male' Frat House." Then he said, "Let's go over." He squeezed her hand, and she let him lead her to his car. It was only a short distance to the fraternity house.
He opened the door, and when Jeanie stepped inside, she couldn't see anything in the darkness for a moment. All the overhead lights were out, but there was a tiny spot which gave a dim light to an improvised stage. Mona was up there, doing a slow dance that was rather pretty. Most of the kids were lying around on the floor, naked, and some were doing things to the slow rhythm of the music Mona was dancing by.
All the kids began yelling wildly when the music got wild. Mona was wiggling up there and teasing with her body. Some guy grabbed her and dragged her to the floor.
Jeanie's date was tearing at her clothes. She kicked and struggled, sobbing hysterically. "Oh, please," she moaned. "I'm a good girl-"
"Okay, baby," her date told her. "But don't make me wait too long!" He relaxed his hold and she fell backwards, crashing onto the floor.
Instantly, he was on top of her. He grabbed her ass and rubbed it hard, and she felt his hard cock pressing against her. "You got a hole, baby," he told her, "and I want in it!"
When she fought, he told her, "You're gonna get my cock stuck in you tonight!"
He wasn't kidding. He'd unzipped his trousers and taken them off. She felt hot for his cock, but she was scared. He slid his hand across her breasts and bounced them. He fondled them, one after the other. She lay still and sighed.
He shoved his pecker at her pussy, but it wouldn't go in. She looked at what he had, and it was big and hard. He puffed and tried again, and she cried out. He tried working on her with his finger until she became wet and slick. He tried again.
"Goddamn, we need some Vaseline!" he said.
He spit on his cock to slick it up. He massaged her now with some of his saliva. "Oh, shit!" he said. "This is the best cock you've ever seen! Com'on, let me have it!"
He stuck the head of his cock to her pussy lips. She clutched it desperately, trying to work it in. She was pretty hot, too, now. She was hissing her breath, tugging at his prick to get it in.
He lifted her, and her legs went up, one on either side of him. She felt it going in, warm and deep.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "I've never had a thing like that in me!" She bucked up at him, then complained that he hurt.
He stopped and rested awhile, while she relaxed under him. Suddenly, he rammed it to the hilt, and she bucked and farted, writhing like a snake. He held on and fed it to her hard and deep.
"Oh, Gawd," she said over and over. "Oh, my Gawd!"
He came pretty soon, and when he erupted, she came with him. He spread her legs wider, and it was a furious moment. She groaned, and then it was over.
His cock wilted and came out. There was a bit of blood on it.
Jeanie felt sore as a boil inside. But she still wanted peter. She raised her legs, caught his cock and rubbed its head on her. "Fuck me again," she begged.
But he stayed limp. "Beat it," he said, putting on his pants and zipping up. She kept begging.
Next Squirt came along. He had his hard cock in her in a minute. He wasn't as big as her first fuck, but he was good. She was excited as she played with his balls.
"It's hard," he said.
"Well, keep it that way," she told him bucking up to get it in. He pumped his cock into her as fast as he could, until she whimpered. She felt him spout gobs of milky stuff into her, and then he pulled it out.
"I didn't finish," she told him.
"Okay," he said, "let some other guy do it to you!"
"You goddamned son-of-a-bitch!" she swore. But in seconds a third boy was pumping it to the hilt, jabbing her fast and rubbing her clit, making her squirm. She felt like an animal, a gorgeous, wanton animal, as her body craved all it could get. She panted and moaned in sheer delight. She felt her orgasm coming just as the boy's driving cock spouted, fountained, and he gasped, ramming her desperately.
They clung together, drenched and naked. He slow-fucked her until he lost his hard-on.
He pulled his long cock out of her slowly. She sighed deeply and said softly, "I got a lot of fuck left."
"Yeah, me too," he told her. But he couldn't get his pecker to rise again.
Jeanie sighed and said, "All right, let some other hard stud have at me!"
Jeanie fucked five boys that night.
The party got wild and loud. So loud that somebody called the cops and two carloads of them came to the scene. The young fellow that Jeanie had liked was among them. Some of the girls began sobbing and crying, but the young cop had eased up to Jeanie and was holding her hand. She felt better, like he was a big brother looking after her.
She didn't know what might have happened to Mona if it hadn't been for him. He had some pull with the judge and got her released.
Then he asked Jeanie for a date. She accepted, and it was the best date she'd ever had. He had a pretty good cock on him, and he knew how to use it. The first time, he fucked Jeanie into a sort of paradise.
"Nothing wrong with fucking," he said, "though I don't go for these swap parties. When I find a good piece of meat, I want to claim it solely as mine!"
Jeanie was willing to have it that way.
"I never had a woman like you," he told her, sticking his big cock deep into her. "You know what I mean? Most of 'em flop and open their legs-and shit, a damned nanny goat can do that!"
He was ramming her hard.
"You're getting it all, honey," she said.
She petted him and kissed him softly. He increased his goading, holding her ass with both hands. She writhed for it, gasped, and panted loudly. In another instant, they were both coming. He kept fucking it to her madly, losing his rhythm, almost losing her vagina, but finally thrusting deep and keeping it there while his semen drained from him. She felt it paint her in-sides.
Then they lay still. At last, he said, "You know I'm crazy for you!"
She cuddled and snuggled close. "You'll come to me when you really want it again?" she asked.
"Baby," he whispered, "I want it all the time!"
She reached down and her hand encircled his rising cock. "You know what we can do?" she asked.
"What?"
"Get married-buy a bed!"
"That's a fine idea," he said.
CASE HISTORY
Brother-Sister Orality
A brother-sister incestuous relationship is no longer a rarity. There are varied cases on record wherein such incest has continued for many years, parents totally unaware of its existence. The following case history has been compiled from a series of therapeutic interviews with a fifteen-year-old female subject who was not at all reluctant to discuss her sexual relationship with her brother.
Interviewer'. Even though you're only fifteen, Ellen, I understand you have an oral sex compulsion, is that right?
Subject: You'd better believe it, man! I never even knew that a goodie like that existed until I found out and tried it for myself.
Interviewer: We understand that you discovered oral sex by peeping through the window while a woman was fellating a man. Is that right?
Subject: Yep. Up until then I thought that the only things that people did like that were kissing and fucking. I knew all about fucking, guys are always trying to shove their pricks up my ass or snatch, but I wouldn't have any of that.
Interviewer: Don't you think you'd like to have intercourse?
Subject: I really don't know. I've read a lot about how it can hurt, and then how you can get yourself pregnant if something goes wrong. Now who wants that kind of crap, when all you're out for is a little sex to make you feel good. Right?
Interviewer: You certainly have a point.
Subject: You bet your sweetass I do! And when I finally found out about sucking, well shit! It seemed like sex took on a whole new face, you know. There was something that I could do without any problems. Little did I know how hung up I'd get on it.
Interviewer: How do you mean?
Subject: Well, as you can probably tell I've got a lot of a tomboy in me. I've always had. Lots of the kids still rib me about it, but I can't help it. I like to wear my brother's old clothes, and I feel a hell of a lot better throwing a hammer around than something like a needle and thread.
Interviewer: But what has this got to do with fellatio?
Subject: That's what I'm trying to tell you. I always thought that sex was just something where a woman let a man climb on top of her and made her take his hard stick up her twat while she just lay there, powerless to do anything. That was fine for the man, always trying to be in control, always the one in charge. But what about the woman?
Interviewer: Of course you know that it is common for women to get their satisfaction in this manner?
Subject: I know about that, but it isn't the same thing. The man is still lording it over her, just about making her his servant. He just lays on top of her and pounds it into her like some big bull. But now cocksucking, that's something different. Boy, does that ever turn the tables!
Interviewer: What do you mean?
Subject: Well, I saw it all the time I peeked through the window of my grandma's boarding house and saw that young couple doing what they were doing. That guy wasn't on top of his wife ramming the hell out of her. No, sir! He was flat on his back and as weak as a puppy while his wife got between his legs and sucked his cock!
That guy was as limp as a dishrag while his wife did all kinds of things to his prick with her mouth. He just lay there like a rag doll with his head tossed to one side, his arms stretched out and his legs sprawled open. He didn't even look like he had the strength to get up if someone put a gun to his head.
Interviewer: Did you have a good idea about what was happening?
Subject: If you mean did I understand all about cocksucking, no, I didn't. At the time I just understood that what she was doing was really draining the guy, and that got me really excited.
It was the first time in my life that just thinking about something got a reaction out of my little twat!
Interviewer. You mean you had an orgasm?
Subject: Not quite. But I finally came awhile later when I found out what the deal was and just what happened to a guy when a girl sucked his prick.
Interviewer: And how did you find out?
Subject: That was no trouble at all. I just asked my brother about it and he told me the whole story. He even showed me!
Interviewer: You mean you fellated your brother...?
Subject: Why not! A girl has to learn somewhere, doesn't she? I couldn't go to my mother with a question like that, and going to another girl wouldn't have helped. She just wouldn't have the equipment. Besides, my brother's nineteen, good-looking and does okay for himself. And he's been around enough to give me the straight dope.
Interviewer: And what exactly did you find out from him?
Subject: Well, the first thing he told me about was what happens to a guy when a girl wraps her sweet mouth around his cock and sucks like crazy. He told me how it relaxes the guy at first, and makes him feel like he's floating. And then he starts to lose a grip on himself when the girl's mouth gets his come boiling inside. He said the guy gets all tense inside while the pressure builds up in him. And he starts breathing heavy and his muscles get hard and he can't think about anything other than coming.
Of course I was a little surprised that the girl drank down something that came out of the guy's dick, But my brother explained that it wasn't piss or anything like that. It was a special juice, he said, that had all of the guy's strength in it and that was what made babies when it spurted inside a cunt.
Then he told me what happens to guys when they fuck around too much, and how weak they get and how they can't work right because they've been drained of all their power. Of course he said that they get it back after awhile when their body has made some more.
Interviewer: And what did you think about all of that?
Subject: I thought that was the grooviest thing I had ever heard of. And I wanted to try it out right then and there. So my brother just laughed and dropped his jeans and let his cock plop right up at me. It was already good and hard, so everything was ready for my first try at cocksucking.
My brother got down on the floor and sat with his back against the wall. He drew his legs up and spread them out so that I could lay between them and find out what all the shouting was about. He explained everything step by step, telling me just how to take the cock head and how to put my lips around it and when to use my teeth and when to suck-the whole business.
I went at it slow, of course, because I wanted to find out how it felt to me as well as what it did to him. And I have to tell you, my poor old pussy started acting the same way it did when I had watched those people before. Only this time it tingled and buzzed more, I guess because I was laying there with a real cock in my mouth.
Anyway, I started to do all the things my brother told me to do, and pretty soon I noticed that he wasn't giving me any instructions anymore. So, without taking my mouth off his prick, I looked up and saw him staring straight ahead with a sort of glazed expression to his eyes.
Well, I could have shit a brick! My brother is quite a hunk of beef. He's even got muscles in his balls! He's made all the teams at school and works on a construction gang during the summer. He's all man, and nobody pushes him around!
And there I was, little me, turning him into a vegetable! I realized then just how powerful this cocksucking thing can be. In the hands of the wrong person ... wow ... what power!
So, I started sucking and doing all the things he had taught me before, only now I was doing them twice as strong. Pretty soon my brother started to moan and whimper and he closed his eyes and let his head roll around free.
Then, when he shot his wad, he just slumped sideways until he got his breath. In the meantime I was finding out about this stream of sticky white come that had been shot into my mouth. He'd had quite a load, and I just opened my mouth and let some of it dribble out onto my hand. That way I could examine it.
I knew as soon as I got my first taste of the stuff that I liked it, and it wasn't long before I wanted some more. But I think that even more than the good taste of the come I wanted to see a boy turned into a mass of jelly while my mouth went to work on his prick.
I talked my brother into letting me suck him a lot, and I noticed that the closer together the times were that I sucked him, the more he acted like something was draining out of him. Sometimes he tried to put me off, telling me that I was wearing him out, but I always got my way, usually by waiting until he was undressing or something and then just running in and getting my mouth on his cock before he could stop me. Then, just the tiniest feel from my lips and tongue stopped the argument.
One day I got mad at my brother for not taking me to the movies when I wanted to go, so I figured I'd try a way to get even with him. I waited until he went to his room and sprawled out on his bed to read, then I lay down alongside him and started to massage his cock.
It wasn't more than a minute before I had it roaring hard, even though he kept protesting that I was making him sore and tired all the time. But I didn't listen to him. I unzipped his jeans and put my lips around his cock before he could do anything. And then, as usual, he gave up as soon as he felt my tongue doing its thing.
Well, I sucked on him like I never sucked before, and pretty soon he shot a wad down my throat. But then, instead of pulling back off his cock, I started right in sucking again. When I felt his prick start to get a little soft I got rougher in my sucking and made it stand back up again.
This time it took longer to get some cream from him, and he didn't spurt as much as he did the first time. And even then I didn't stop. I grabbed hold of his cock by the base and ran my fingertips up and down the length of it-or at least the part that wasn't still in my mouth. I nibbled at his head and ran my tongue around and around that rim that separates the head from the shaft, and doing things like that kept his poor dick hard.
Well, it wasn't as big as it usually was, and this time it took almost fifteen minutes to get his cock throbbing and shooting. It didn't shoot more than a couple of drops, though, but it did contract real hard a couple of times as if it was trying to spurt more but just couldn't.
Then my brother pushed me off his cock. He said it hurt just too damn much. I'll bet! But I wanted to pay him back, and this was the way that seemed the best of all.
And I was right! The next day he came home looking like something the cat dragged in. There were circles under his eyes and his face sagged. I found out later that he had fumbled so much during practice that the coach told him he needed a rest and couldn't play in the big game.
Boy! What a lesson that taught me. A mouth on a cock could be a dangerous thing, if the mouth just can't stop sucking. Think how a wife could fix her husband if she was mad at him so much.
I don't know, but maybe a girl might be able to get to be the one in charge that way. I have an idea that whoever runs the marriage bed also runs the family!
CASE HISTORY
Orgasm and Bestiality
Interviewer: How long have you had this fondness for animals, Carla?
Carla: Well, I've always liked animals but I never gave them a sexual thought until I was on my own. When I was a kid I never had a pet even though I had wanted one so badly. Now that I'm working, I can afford whatever animal I want. And I've found out that they can be great with the sex action, too.
Interviewer: But don't you prefer a man for sexual relations?
Carla: No, I tried that and it didn't work. Men can't be trusted. Now, you take an animal, any kind of animal, and if it doesn't like you, you find out about it. And it won't stick around trying to be nice if it doesn't really care about you. Not even for food. Hell, an animal can always find a hand-out.
Interviewer: I see. But how does his apply to men?
Carla: A man just wants to fuck you. So he stays around and gives you flowers and tells you he loves you. Just so he can take his prick and shove it up your cunt. And after he's done that a couple of times and he finds out there's nothing special about your hole he pushes on to new pussies.
Interviewer: But not all men are like that, are they?
Carla: Maybe not. But every single damned one of them that I've ever run into has been. You want to hear about the first one? The guy who busted my cherry?
Interviewer: Yes.
Carla: I was sixteen and never been kissed. Maybe because my braces didn't come off till then. Anyway, I started dating a bastard named John. He was a good-looking guy, I have to admit that. And one of the most popular in the whole school. I mean like all the females in the joint were always sniffing around him. I could tell that if they ever got him alone they wouldn't waste a minute before they shucked off their panties.
Oh, I'll admit I felt the same queer way about him. He had a lot of magic or something. Sex appeal and all that. But I knew that I didn't want to lose my cherry just yet, and not to a cherry snatcher like him. You know what a cherry snatcher is?
Interviewer: Not exactly.
Carla: He's a guy who makes a real thing out of being the first with a girl as far as fucking. He just loves the feel of that little old cherry breaking in two. But I didn't want to be just another broad to him. So the first time he asked me for a date I turned him down.
Initerviewer: Didn't you want to go out with him?
Carla: You bet your sweet ass I did. But I didn't want to jump at the chance the same way every other girl did. For all the good it did me.
Interviewer: Well what happened?
Carla: The second time he asked me I said all right. So he told me he was going to pick me up at eight the following night. He showed, and we went to a movie. He held my hand and all that but he didn't really try to get fresh. At least not in the movie.
After it was over we went out for some pizza. And all the time he was giving me this big snow job, telling me how special I was and all kinds of shit like that. And I fell for it. I really believed that he thought I was different. By the time the pizza came I was in love and after we finished eating it I would have done anything he asked me to.
Interviewer: Even though you had resolved to be different from the rest of his girls?
Carla: Shit, that was his whole line. He had me convinced that I was different. By the time he was done with me I thought I was special, not like any girl he had ever fucked before.
Interviewer: What happened next?
Carla: On the way home he stopped by the school parking lot. It was woody and all the kids went there to park. I knew what was coming but he had me so convinced that he had never done anything like that with any other girl that I didn't mind it at all.
Once we were there with the motor turned off he started making a real play for me. Not that I needed much persuasion by them. He started kissing me and running his tongue in and out of my mouth. It felt so good that my body just melted against his. I was putty in his hands.
He started playing with my tits, rubbing and squeezing them until my nipples were as hard as rocks. I think it was then that I started getting a feeling in my cunt. I could feel the juice start to flow and my whole body was getting ready for his cock to ram into me. And all the time his hands were all over my body he kept on telling me how much he loved me and shit like that.
Interviewer: Then you did have intercourse with him that night?
Carla: Yep. I was making little moany noises; I just couldn't help myself. So he started rubbing my cunt. That did it. Just as soon as his fingers touched my pussy I was done for. He pushed aside my panties and his fingers touched my bare flesh and I loved it. As soon as he felt the dampness in my cunt he must have known that I was more than ready. He pulled my panties down and stretched me out on the seat of the car.
I got kind of scared as he pulled my legs apart but his lips were sucking on my tits so I wasn't really noticing too much else. Then he took his cock out of his pants. I had never seen one all hard like that and I thought it was kind of nice looking. I could see the veins standing out and everything.
When he plunged it into me it hurt at first. But as he started working it in and out I felt a kind of glow go through me.
Interviewer: Did you see how many times after that?
Carla: Are you kidding? Once he had my cherry he didn't give a shit about me. And I made a damned fool of myself, too.
Interviewer: How?
Carla: I chased him. He kept on ignoring me so I finally called him and asked him what was wrong. I reminded him how he had told me he loved me and how different I was from all his other girls.
Interviewer: What did he say?
Carla: Oh, he just laughed at me. He told me that he couldn't believe I had actually believed him. I felt like such an ass when I burst into tears. But I hung up so that he couldn't hear me. After that I never wanted anything to do with another boy again. And I haven't.
Interviewer: But you did enjoy the sex?
Carla: Sure. But if it meant going through a lot of shit and having my heart broken once a week, nothing would make me go through that.
Interviewer: But surely you must know of men who aren't like that. What was your father like?
Carla: Oh, he was just great. I guess I saw him once a week. The rest of the time he was out on a drunk. And before he got too drunk to fuck he did a lot of that, too. I must have ten half-brothers and sisters back home that I know of, and I don't know how many that I don't. hiterviewer: You mean you have never met a man you could trust?
Carla: Now you're getting the idea. Hell, they are all the same, every single one of them. Oh, some of them hide it well, like the married ones who don't screw around. But you can bet they'd like to if they didn't have a wife at home. Enough of them are always giving me the old once-over at work.
Interviewer: But as far as you know have any of them actually committed adultery?
Carla: Every one of them. At least in their minds. And that's enough for me. Hell, even guys who have been married a week look around.
Interviewer: But that's only natural.
Carla: Maybe it is. All I know is that I don't want any part of it. And I'm not taking any shit off any man. I don't need to.
Interviewer: I see. Tell me, how did your involvement with animals begin?
Carla: I've always liked having all kinds of animals around. When I was living at home there wasn't enough money to feed us, much less a dog so I couldn't have any. As soon as I got a place of my own I made sure I could have as many pets as I wanted to. So I rented a small house instead of an apartment. It doesn't have a pool or any of that, but at least I can keep all my pets here.
Interviewer: Yes. Well what I meant was, how did your sexual involvement with them begin?
Carla: I like sex but I don't like men. And I don't like women either. So that left it all up to me to get rid of all my sex drive. I used to play around with my cunt all the time and I got so that I would come easy as pie. I would start out rubbing my clit and then finger myself until I got all my rocks off.
Interviewer: Yes, but the animals?
Carla: I started out getting a kitten. It was real cute and furry and small. Now he's a ten-pound cat and I can't believe how he's grown. Anyway, one day I was lying in bed, my legs spread wide and my finger up my hole. The cat walked in and just jumped on the bed. I didn't pay any attention to him at first. Hell, I was too busy with other things, like beating off.
Interviewer: Yes, I think I understand. Go on.
Carla: Before I realized what was going on I felt all this fur between my legs. The cat had a lot of long hair and it felt good there between my thighs. I stopped fingering myself for a few minutes and lay there with my legs spread wide open. The cat headed for my cunt like it Was filled with cream.
Interviewer: You mean the cat was interested in you sexually?
Carla: Well I don't think he was thinking along those lines, if cats think. He just wanted to see what was going on down there in my fur patch; he was curious.
Interviewer: I see. Exactly what happened?
Carla: He found out. He crawled up to my cunt and saw all my juice flowing out so he began to lick it up. He started out between my thighs, licking off the cream that had leaked out along with the bit of sweat. Then he smelled all the juice inside me and explored some more.
Interviewer: And you enjoyed it?
Carla: Hell, yes. There's nothing like having a cat lick your pussy. The really fantastic thing is that their tongues are rough and feel almost like sandpaper. You might not believe it, but that texture against my clit is enough to make me come. Just one lick from a cat's tongue and my cunt goes crazy. Man, it's the greatest.
Interviewer: How long did your sexual relationship with the cat continue?
Carla: Oh, it's still going on. Only now it's kind of harder to get him to lick my cunt. But I can manage sometimes.
Interviewer: How?
Carla: Well, the cat is crazy about whipped cream. He would do anything for it. So when I want his raspy little tongue inside my pussy, I just take one of those spray things of whipped cream and spray it deep inside my cunt.
Interviewer: And it works?
Carla: Sure it does. As soon as the cat sees all that cream he goes right to it to lick it all out. And with the way his tongue turns me on and all it only takes a few minutes before I come. By then the cream is all gone and the cat usually loses interest.
Interviewer: And how about the cat? Do you have a female for him so that he can have a sex life, too?
Carla: Yeah. I had to. I tried to blow him a few times but it just never worked out. His prick is just too small.
Interviewer: You mean you tried to perform fellatio on the cat? How did you manage that?
Carla: I told you, I really didn't manage at all. It was a complete washout.
Interviewer: What happened, though?
Carla: I was sitting around one day and saw that he had his prick out to clean it. His tongue was doing a mile a minute along his tiny dong. I started thinking that he might be blowing himself so I walked over to him to get a good look at the action.
After watching for a couple of minutes I tried to touch his cock but he pulled it in. So I tried some more, rubbing it through the furry case but he just wouldn't put it out again.
Interviewer: How often did you try this?
Carla: Every time I saw his little red prong coming out. Once I got it in my mouth but it still didn't work out too well.
Interviewer: Why not?
Carla: He was lying on his back waiting for me to come and pet his stomach. While I did, I saw the tip of his cock slide out so I kept working on his tummy. Pretty soon his cock was out. I started kind of kissing his tummy and his fur all around his prick. He was making funny noises in his throat and that made me think I might have it this time. My mouth got closer and closer to his cock. Finally I licked it once with my tongue. The poor cat jumped out of his skin and pulled his prick in faster than lightning. After that I figured that I might as well give up.
Interviewer: And you haven't bothered the cat since?
Carla: Not about that. I still have him eat my pussy once in a while. +
Interviewer: I was wondering, do you feel any kind of sexual excitement when you just look at the cat? Does he turn you on?
Carla: Not the way a man would, if they weren't all such fucking bastards. But in a way he turns me on. At least when I start thinking about having his tongue all raspy and hard inside my slit. Then I start to cream up fast. But if I'm not thinking about sex anyway, looking at him doesn't do all that much for me.
Interviewer: I see. Do you feel that the cat is devoted to you and that he would never leave you or lie to you?
Carla: Sort of. I mean, he's as devoted as he knows how to be. He's just an animal after all, so I can't expect him to have human feelings. All the same, I would say of all my animals, he's the one I think might leave.
Interviewer: But you trust him more than you would a man?
Carla: Sure I do.
Interviewer: But why?
Carla: Look, if the cat left tomorrow I would be very sad 'cause I really love him. But I would know that he didn't deliberately try to seduce me so that I would feel all crummy when he left. He didn't want to hurt me and he didn't tell me any lies. That's the main difference between animals and men. Men can screw you up on purpose.
Interviewer: Then you think that you have the same feeling for your animals as you would for a man?
Carla: I guess so. Oh, I can't have a good conversation with the cat but I couldn't really have that with a man, either. He would just fill my head up with shitty lies. So I'm just as happy to stay with the animals. Besides, there are a lot of them around.
Interviewer: Yes, tell me about your relationship with some of your other pets.
Carla: After the cat, I guess the next one was the parakeet.
Interviewer: You had sex with a parakeet? I'm afraid I find that rather hard to believe.
Carla: All right, if you're going to be that way about it I won't tell you anything.
Interviewer: I'm sorry. Really I am. Please tell me about the bird.
Carla: All right. If you sincerely want to know.
Interviewer: Oh, I do. I'm very sincere. Honest.
Carla: Okay. For one thing, I didn't get anything out of the thing with the bird. He did it all himself. I kind of thought I owed it to him because of the cat.
Interviewer: I don't understand.
Carla: I couldn't do anything for the cat and the bird couldn't do anything for me. Now do you see?
Interviewer: Of course. But what did you do for the bird?
Carla: Well, he's very affectionate and all. He likes to sit on my finger and have me kiss him and stuff like that. Kissing a bunch of feathers is kind of a turn on. At least for me.
Anyway, one day he was sitting there and I was talking to him. He started to rub his ass on my hand.
Interviewer: I beg your pardon?
Carla: You heard me all right. He rubbed his ass all over my hand. Finally he got in a good position on my knuckle and rubbed even harder, bobbing up and down like he was fucking. Then he kind of arched his back and let loose a drop of goo on my finger. Then he flew off.
At first I thought he had shit on my hand but when I looked closer I could tell that he hadn't. The bird had come all over me.
Interviewer: I see. And did the bird repeat this often?
Carla: Sure. Just about every chance he gets. I always let him, too, unless I'm in a hurry. It takes him quite awhile to come.
Interviewer: I see. Tell me, what other animals do you have?
Carla: A few more cats, two dogs, and best of all, a snake.
Interviewer: And you have sexual relations with all of them? Including the snake?
Carla: Mostly the snake. He's the greatest thing going. I got him from a snake charmer and he was already trained.
Interviewer: To do what?
Carla: Why, to fuck, of course.
Interviewer: Could you explain just how the snake performs intercourse?
Carla: Sure. He was trained to get all stiff and stay that way for as long as you want him to. So when I want to get fucked I tell the snake to stay nice and stiff. He's not all that big-his head is the size of a thick cock. As soon as he's nice and hard I jam him inside my pussy. It's nice and wet from just thinking about it by then.
Interviewer: Do you manipulate the snake or does he move in and out by himself?
Carla: Oh, I have to move him up and down in my cunt. But it still feels great having him inside there. And the best part is when he starts using his tongue.
Interviewer: Do you instruct him to do that, too?
Carla: No, but I wish I could. He only does it once in a while and that drives me up the wall. As soon as I feel that quick tongue reaming out my cunt I start coming fast. The only real problem is that I have to get the snake out then.
Interviewer: Why?
Carla: My whole pussy contracts and gets real wild. Hell, I could strangle the snake with my cunt when he gets like that and licks me. It just drives me crazy.
Interviewer: Do you have sex with other animals?
Carla: Dogs.
Interviewer: And what happens then?
Carla: It depends. Sometimes I let the dog eat me the same way the cat does. The dog likes the taste of my cunt so I don't have to use the whipping cream. The only thing is that his tongue is softer and longer and doesn't make me come as fast as the cat's does. But that doesn't matter too much since the dog is willing to lick my cunt for a longer period of time.
Interviewer: What else do you do with the dog?
Carla: I suck him off. You would be amazed at the size of one of my dog's cocks. I was used to seeing it come out when he was licking it or just when he got kind of hard and went around dry fucking everything in sight. But one night I let him go to work on my leg and it came all the way out. It was as long and thick as a man's. I couldn't believe the size of that thing.
Interviewer: Were you excited by the sight of it?
Carla: Sure. Just as soon as I saw it my mouth started to water. I wanted that long, hard thing to suck on so badly that I could almost taste it right then.
Interviewer: And did the dog let you?
Carla: Let me? Hell, he was crazy about it. Just as soon as I put my face down, he started to wag his tail and act like the happiest dog alive. And when his cock finally got all stuffed in my mouth he let out a passionate kind of yelp. It's unbelievable.
Interviewer: Did the dog have his climax inside your mouth?
Carla: Sort of. When dogs come, they spray it all around. I only managed to drink up a little of his stuff. The rest went all over the rug and me. But that worked out fine. As soon as he was over all his passion he started to lick it up. Some of his jism had gotten on my bare tits and a little in between my legs. So I got a lot more out of it than just blowing him.
Interviewer: Yes, I see. Do you have any other animals around?
Carla: A few turtles. But I haven't gotten anywhere with them yet. They seem so sexless. But I'm working on it.
Interviewer: Do let us know if you come up with anything. And thank you very much for your time.
CASE HISTORY
Fellatio and Female Climax
"I know a lot of the guys call me a cocksucker. I don't really mind, because that's exactly what I am. I don't hide it and I don't intend to color my actions with some fancy names either. I love cock juice even more than I love having my cunt sucked. Any sixty-nine will turn me on to one hell of a volume, but my real bag is pricksucking. There's something about taking a cock in my mouth and then sucking on it, feeling the tension mounting and watching the guy's face when I can that really gets to me.
"Naturally I try to get as much head as I can. The only problem is that most guys I know would rather fuck. That's all right since I like fucking, too. The only thing wrong with fucking is that I can't see the guy's face while we're doing it because he has it buried in my neck or boobs, unless I get on top and most guys don't dig that much.
"I guess I'd better explain. I'm strictly a one-night girl. I don't want any long range kind of deal. I'm sure that all men, over a long period of time, would be willing to do anything with me once again. But I don't give them a chance.
"I guess you want to know just why I'm so anti-relationship. I was in love with a real bastard for a hell of a long time. About five years. I met him when I was thirteen and he was eighteen. He didn't know how old I was since I've always had big tits and all that. So he thought I was sixteen or so.
"He was all the time after me to fuck. For the first six months or so I wouldn't. I was a chicken shit is the real reason why. Anyway, we were always making out and he was always getting hard and I would never fuck. He fed me the usual bull about doing it if I loved him and I told him it was a pile of shit. Now I don't think love makes a damn bit of difference. But that was a long time ago.
"Finally he convinced me that I should give him head. It took longer than fucking, almost, to talk me into it. I just didn't dig the idea of taking a hard cock in my mouth. But it wouldn't knock me up so I told him I would.
"Man, after one time I really flipped out. I just loved it-it was the grooviest thing in the world. I sucked his cock and swallowed all his cream, kept part of him inside me for a long time, and I didn't get knocked up. After that, I was the one who was always after him to let me suck his cock.
"That's how the bastard finally got my cherry, too. He told me that he wasn't going to let me blow him anymore unless he could fuck me. Shit, he was bluffing but I was only fourteen then and didn't know my ass from a hole in the ground.
"Anyway, he finally got his prick in my panties. It was nice and all but I really liked blowing him better. When I told him that, he just laughed and told me that it takes awhile to get used to fucking. So I tried and I liked it okay, I still do. But the weird thing is that when I give head I can come. If I'm fucking I usually don't. Figure that one.
"I went with him for five years, until just six months ago. Then I found out that he had known all along how young I was. The thought of going with a man who would fuck a fourteen-year-old girl turned me off. I knew that it was as much my fault as it was his and I didn't regret it or anything like that. But it really pissed me off. When I told him about it he just laughed and told me if I didn't like it I could walk out. We were living together by then.
"I was mad so I ran out of the place^ I didn't go far-just to the store to cool off. But when I got back he was gone. Not only with all his stuff but with a hell of a lot of mine, too.
"So don't give me any shit about love and relationships. They aren't worth a damn. Look, if he had fucked me and run that would have been one thing. But after five years to be just dropped like that is a little hard to take.
"I'm not saying I'll never fall in love again. Hell, I could go insane some time. All I know is that I'm not gonna do it tomorrow or a year from tomorrow. But in the meantime, a girl has to have her fun. And mine is sucking cocks when I can get one. And if I can't, anything else will do. That's a nice thing about looking for one-night things-you don't have to be so damned choosy. Because that can get you absolutely nowhere."
