Estelle H. related her particular problem in a simple, forthright statement:
"All I want to do is ... suck."
Her particular problem-or, in layman's terms, "hangup"-was not new. But her fetish was a bit different from most. She preferred her thrills in a more varied way than the average oralist.
"Most gals I know suck. Oh, they may beat around the bush and deny it's their big drive, but when you get down to the nitty-gritty, they all want that big dong in their ruby lips. I dig it, too. There's something awful exciting about a cock that turns me on. The way it grows so big and hard under my lips. And then, it keeps getting bigger and bigger as I work it good with my whiplash tongue. All that smooth, firm meat packed into that glorious long, thick shape that rises and rises until it packs into every inch of my mouth. I can take an amazing amount of cock into my mouth. I just suck and suck until I pull it all the way down my throat so the tip of it can tickle the little jiggler we all have in our swallowing cavity.
"But I play it cool when I get my guy up to this stage. I learned that the whole thing was apt to come to a screeching halt once the guy shot his wad. As hot as a guy gets, he can get cool just as fast after he comes. So, I learned to time my pacing better. I would build my partner up to the key point and then ease up so he could recover his control. That way, I could get what I wanted the most.
"I get my biggest cream-jobs by licking, tasting, and sucking more than just the guy's cock. I go flying to the moon from the wild taste, the body smells, and the terrific responses I get out of the guy with me. I want to eat away at every sensitive part of his body. I don't miss a trick, I go for the armpits, the tits, the belly button, the crotch, the bunghole, even the ear holes. Each section has its own little flavor-thrill to nearly drive me out of my gourd. I'm stimulated to the very edge of coming just by the different results I get out of my guy as I center in on each key point.
"My first experience with the thrills of orality occurred, when I was fifteen, with an older guy who boarded with the family next door. He was about thirty when he got me over to his room one warm spring evening when the family he stayed with had gone out to a drive-in movie. He fooled around a little to get me hot with talk about what a cute gal I was and how I'd have to watch out for guys. He warned me not to let them shove their pricks into my twat. He didn't word it that bluntly, but I got the message. Then he went on to tell me that there were other ways to answer the craving. He explained that a woman could use her mouth to take care of the horniest in the world.
The next thing I knew he had his cock out. It was up big and hard. He instructed me to take it in my hand and get used to the feel. I still remember how jolted I felt at the stiffness of it. He pressured my head down to his crotch and even though I was scared half out of my mind, I still started to take it like he told me to. As I gingerly licked and kissed at the long, hard cock, I found myself starting to turn on. The musky, raw smell of his cock and balls began to get to me. The next moment I was really eating at him like there was no tomorrow. When he came, it almost chocked me. I didn't know what to do, so I yanked away from the hot torrent that was shooting out of his cock and let it spurt into my hand. He wanted me to swallow it, but I was too damn green to know what a good thing I had there. It was only after a few more sessions in eating guys that I really learned to handle things the way they should be handled. But I guess there has to be a first time for everything ... "
As a researcher in the field of sexology, I recognized that Estelle's reactions to her own drive for oral sexuality were not unusual. There is a tremendous amount of confusion on sex itself. But the confusion is doubly compounded when it comes to oral love.
Reams of pages have been written and declaimed during the past decades on the "proper" sexual conduct. As modern sex research is proving, there is no such thing as "proper" or "improper" sex behavior-with qualifications, of course. If both sex partners are gratified by the act they are engaging in, then it is "proper." If one or the other is hurt, either mentally or physically, by the procedure, then it may be termed "improper."
Regardless of the sexual release attained, whether it be through orality or the so-termed "normal lovemaking," there is no set rule for sexual conduct other than that pleasure should be the goal for both partners. If this is reached, then the sex act is perfectly proper and "decent."
To refrain from overindulgence is sensible, whether the indulgence be eating or all-out sex. But to refrain from any eating or sex would be wrong. Avoiding sexuality in its fullest form when one is healthy and capable is avoiding the meaning of living itself. And avoiding oral sex, when one is drawn to it, is an even greater mistake. Those who place their orality desires behind them, viewing the drives as aspects of decadence, are truly depriving themselves of a great deal of healthful pleasure.
Dr. Albert Ellis has some highly pertinent views on the subject in his Folklore of Sex.
The parts of the human body that are kissable are equal to the parts of the human body that the lips and tongue can reach. "The following," said Vatsyayana, "are the places for kissing, viz., the forehead, the eyes, the cheeks, the throat, the bosom, the breasts, the lips, and the interior of the mouth." But N. D. Mallary, Jr., in his unpublished manual on lovemaking, adds to these: the nape of the neck, the junction of neck and shoulder, the ear (lobes and/or inside), the shoulder, underneath side of the upper arm, the inside of the forearm, the shoulder blade muscle, the palms, the waist or small of the back, the hips, behind the knees, and the bottom of the feet.
And even these are not all. The fingers, the knees, the buttocks, the side, the anus, the stomach, and just about any other part of the body can be kissed, tongued, nipped, or bitten. Not that kissing all these various points will bring equal pleasure to all; for it won't. Some are quite insensitive in certain zones which theoretically should be, but in their cases aren't, erogenous. Thus, some get just about nothing out of having their nipples kissed; and others don't even particularly enjoy lip kissing, though they may go wild about some other kind of osculation.
Then, of course, there is genital kissing. According to conventional authorities, particularly those who are of a clerical bent, oral-genital relations are either abnormal, or else, they are just not nice. As I note in The Art and Science of Love: "The main reason for the existence of a negative attitude toward genital kissing is probably the concept of dirtiness that for centuries has been attached to the genitals. Part of this concept, in turn, stems from the ancient confusions of genital and anal functions, which may have arisen because the anus and the genitals are in such close physical proximity. (H. Ellis, 1936; Robie, 1925). The female vagina is also close to the urethra, while the male's sex organ, the penis, also serves as his urinary outlet.
"But where the anus is, at least to some extent, a 'dirty,' malodorous, and unhygienic organ, the genitals are hardly in the same class. Moreover, it is relatively easy to keep them scrupulously clean. Consequently, individuals who may have legitimate objection to direct contacts with the anus of their partners may over-generalize their objections to include oral-genital relations as well. If they unprejudicedly tried passive and active genital kissing, they might well find it un-objectionable and enjoyable (Thornton and Thornton, 1939).
Dr. Ellis then goes on to point out that body-kissing, like lip-kissing, can be quite variegated in terms of oral movements. As he explains, the mouth consists of the lips, the tongue, the teeth, and the inside of the mouth itself; and it is amazing what a wide variety of movements and pacing one can attain with these varied portions of oral equipment. One can nip, bite, suck, chew, nibble, tongue, lick, brush, rub, tickle, snap, crunch, and so on. And one can accomplish virtually all of these oral activities slowly, rapidly, firmly, lightly, dryly, wetly, prolongedly, shortly, and in a host of other styles. The number of permutations and combinations of body-kissing is amazingly large.
The majority of sexologists today agree that kissing and caressing, of nearly any nature whatever, are good as long as both partners enjoy them and are not fetishistically or obsessively-compulsively attached to a particular mode.
Orality becomes a problem only when it is a true fetish. A fetish is caused by an infantile trauma or childhood shock, when certain objects or actions associate themselves with the first erection or vaginal excitement, followed by the first orgasm. The orgasm may be voluntary and spontaneous, or it may be produced by sexual play among children or by initiation into sexual practices by another human being. Impressed upon the individual is the pleasure experienced in orgasm, and hence the symbol or object he or she associates with such pleasure.
The fetish becomes a problem when the object, or fetish, ultimately replaces the sexual partner. This initiates a definite retreat from heterosexual activity. A significant trademark of the fetishist is his or her aversion to marriage. By this, we do not intend to deny that there are many fetishists who are married and have "normal" intercourse. In the main, however, these cases are rare.
Orality has the essence of fetishism in its core today, but performing oral love does not necessarily imply a case of fetishism. Only when orality must be performed in union with the love object or symbol to gain full gratification can it be considered a true fetish. John E. Somers, in his Sick Sex states his views upon the matter in this form:
There are many who believe as I do, that soixante-neuf should be the means to the end, and not the complete act in itself. I believe it to be a true perversion when both parties strive to secure an orgasm and ejaculation purely through the mediums of fellatio and cunnilingus. It should be indulged in prior to actual intercourse, as a means of successfully arousing the impotent male and the frigid woman, so that they can perform the act of intercourse as nature intended.
Dr. Somers has adopted a conservative view in his own analysis. He may be right, or he may be slightly off the path. Certainly, many of his associates today feel more liberal about sexuality and its expressions. Kronhausen and Kronhausen, along with E. Sagarin have indicated that the use of "obscene" language or "pornographic" literature may often be most stimulating to love partners. G. L. Kelly has recommended that sex partners indulge in the use of a large mirror at the foot of their bed to watch themselves enjoying intercourse (perhaps in conjunction with a hand mirror held by one of the participants). The feeling seems to be that whatever is found to be psychologically stimulating to the principals should be unhesitatingly and unabashedly employed.
CHAPTER One: The Lotus Licker
"I guess you could call me a cannibal. All I really want to do is eat guys ...
"Frankie was the one who really got me started on my eating act. He balled me, and it was after one of those deals that I started experimenting a bit. I looked down at his cock, which was hanging limp, and found I was still turned on sexually. I was a little surprised to be up so high and restless when he was so definitely down low.
"We were both naked, of course, and I reached down between his thighs to start caressing and fondling both his shaft and balls, thinking how it might feel to kiss that beautiful rod of delight.
"It may have been because I was steamed from all the sex play that had gone on when he balled me, and I wanted to make love to his rod in return. I don't know for sure.
"It didn't take long for my roving fingers to bring him back up a bit more. He wasn't fully erect, but he wasn't down to that wet spaghetti state anymore, either. I somehow found my head moving down toward his cock. I was breathing harder. I inhaled his manly aura, and the heady scent grew stronger as I got closer to his crotch.
"I began kissing the end of his cock and discovered it felt smooth and velvety against my lips. I began licking it and running my tongue around the head. My lips parted more fully and I mouthed the crown. It was firm and full, nice and puffy. My mouth watered like crazy and I began taking in more of his length. I flicked my tongue against it as I slipped my lips up and down on the long shaft.
"I was so taken with his musky scent and smooth skin that I didn't even realize he was lifting my hips and placing them above his face. Suddenly, I felt the penetration of his tongue and I responded. My reaction was to suck in more of his shaft deep into my mouth so I could hungrily lick and tongue that luscious thing, moving my head in great circles so that it was churning around and around within my oral clutch.
"It was wild and wonderful. But here is my little hang-up. It wasn't anywhere near as great as I had heard other girls say it was. They all raved how it sent them out of their minds when a guy ate their clams. I have to honestly admit it didn't exactly do that to me.
"Frankie was good at it. Don't blame him. He had used his tongue on other gals before. It wasn't amateur night by any means. He sucked, kissed and licked at my vulva. He knew all about the old clit. He had it throbbing like a sore thumb as he nibbled away on it. He didn't miss one single erotic zone down there.
"My big charge came from my own eating act. The musky scent of Frankie's skin got to me. That part was just the greatest. And I wasn't restricted to his crotch area, either. My mouth was restless. I ran it around his ass and right up to his bunghole. I shot my tongue in and out of there a few times, and I made sure I had his full taste with me before I began roving further.
"Frankie would've been happy to have me concentrate on his cock and balls, I know. But I was more ambitious than that. I wanted to suck, kiss and lick at his belly, his tits, his armpits. And I did, too. He fidgeted a bit while I explored with my eager lips, but he let me do what I wanted. And what I wanted to do was to drink in all of his manly body. Not just the main part of cock and balls. There's so much more to a man that that. Like the armpits. I dig those the most. I love to press my eager mouth up as far as I can into a guy's armpits and just suck away for as long as he can bear it. They get tired of it first, not me. I could go on forever with my tongue, lips and suction ... "
Helen S. succeeded in bringing her partners to release, but rarely by "normal" genital to genital methods. She derived her greatest sex pleasures from licking, tasting and sucking at her partners' erogenous zones. During the act, Helen was stimulated to the point of orgasm by the taste, body odor and wild responses of her mate.
Her fetish could be traced back to her motherless childhood, when she had slept with her father, her tiny head tucked under his armpits, or her face pressed against the back of his neck. Helen grew up with the stirring scent of maleness in her young nostrils.
Helen also grew up linking maleness and protection as a composite. The protective covering of the sheet or blanket in bed further served to enforce her nocturnal relationship with her father, but there was no record of incest in the young girl's association with her remaining parent. There were times when she was deeply stirred by his masculinity, as she herself admitted, but it never progressed to the consummation of the sex act proper ... either orally, or in the so-termed "normal" fashion.
"Even though I wasn't quite three when my mother died, I was still far enough along to recognize the structural differences between my father and myself. I was aware of it more the first night after my mother's unexpected death than I had been to that stage. I had crawled into bed between them on many other occasions, but I had never slept alone with my dad. I can still remember the thrill of feeling his hard, hairy body against my tiny frame as I sobbed my heart out over the loss of my mother. Even as my tears coursed down my cheeks, I found a strange tingling in my body as I pressed my face up to his powerful, naked chest. He never slept with his pajama tops on and this helped excite me further."
Helen was not unique in her oral fetish. Nor were her guilt feelings unusual. Even though orality has been with mankind for longer than most people realize, it is still considered a deviation by many intelligent human beings.
Most of us have to find personal adjustments in ourselves as sexual creatures and adult people. The first step is to admit honestly that we are faced with certain guilt feelings and problems. The next is to admit there is a solution, and to discover just what that solution might be. But no one can really help us until we are ready to be helped. Only then will the mind be receptive to the facts. John E. Somers, M.A., Ph.D., who has long waged a battle against the myths and misconceptions concerning sex has this to say:
Even at the risk of becoming repetitious, I must again reiterate that all the sexual activities prevalent today are the product of prehistoric man and have descended through the ages with but little refinement added to the original creation. In the Kama Kala of East Indian erotism, we find erotic sculpture depicting the male and female in the acts of fellatio and cunnilingus, also in Soixante-neuf relations.
We can trace the development and prevalence of Soixante-neuf through the Middle Ages, the Renaissance and the decadent courts of France. At what point in pathological history it was formally documented as a perversion, and inscribed on the statute books as an illegal act of sex, is a question seemingly without an answer. Just who ostracized this particular sexual activity, and created an abnormal perversion out of a sex practice which had its origin in the dim dawn of history, and which has flourished through the centuries, is not clear.
"No man has ever turned me on like Denny. Every guy in the world has his own certain charm, like the tall, thin studs who always seem to be hung a bit longer than the short, chubby chaps. But the little fat guys make up for it with some other blessing ... like maybe they got a thick, fat tongue that sticks out two inches farther than normal. And when it comes to chicks like myself, that means a hell of a lot.
"Now, the first time I saw Denny it was under really icky circumstances. A friend of mine, Jennie, was being married. Normally, a marriage is fairly exciting. You know the bit. The young, lovely bride, the handsome groom, just waiting to get into the sack so they could eat and fuck each other unconscious. But Jennie was being married for the third time, and she wasn't exactly what you'd call a looker. She was short and skinny. Her complexion was tattle-tale gray, and the only thing she had going for her was a really nice personality. Everybody liked Jennie.
"Her husband wasn't a hell of a lot better. He was in his late forties, and nobody was ever going to mistake him for Mr. America, if you know what I mean. So, the whole damn wedding was a crashing bore, and I was fidgeting from start to finish. At this stage, I hadn't yet seen Denny.
"It was after the ceremony at the reception that we locked glances. I was picking up my fourth glass of spiked punch when I looked up and saw this unbelievably lean, tanned face confronting me. I blinked and nearly lost my drink and my cool at the same time. He was staring steadily at me, and his stare took in the things that counted. He was fully aware of my tits standing out from my see-through blouse. Oh, sure, I had a protective bra on underneath, but it still showed that I was all gal. I wanted this guy so bad I could taste it, but I had to show some restraint. If not for his sake, certainly for mine. I already had a little rep as a swinger and I didn't want to give the other gals at the reception further ammunition.
"Where do I know you from?" He had moved over to be closer. I knew and he knew that this was our first fucking meeting, but we played the little game.
"Ummm, let's see ... " I frowned as if trying to recall where we had first bumped into each other, but all I was really conscious of was that I had to get my mouth clamped around the high spots of that gorgeous hunk of man.
"Was it at Jennie's last wedding?" He kept a straight face as he studied me.
"I don't think so," I said, and shook my head, "but you do look so terribly familiar." He did, too. He reminded me of Steve McQueen, Paul Newman and Elliot Gouid all rolled into one big hunk of sex!
"Why don't we go somewhere to talk this all out?" He was steering me away from the group as slyly as you can imagine.
"How about that spot over there near the piano?" I wanted a secluded, shadowy area where we could be removed from the knowing glances of some of the less kindly gals.
"I've got a better idea," he suddenly said. "Let's go to a motel."
"Less than twenty-five minutes later we were registered at a small motel that would never win the coveted Four-Star award, or even half a star. But it had the one thing Denny and I wanted just then. A bed. Denny closed the door and locked it. That reminded, me of something.
"Are you married?" I asked.
"Yes," he nodded, "but I'm not fanatical about it."
"Good," I said. "I won't have to worry about a long engagement, or anything like that."
"I'm not a home wrecker and never have been. I knew that Denny wasn't married. I knew that a good-looking stud like him would pretend to be married or separated, or some dodge like that. He wasn't about to tie himself down to one hunk of gash. But I had to play the game along with him. It seemed like the right thing. Anyway, I knew it would put his hot little mind at ease if he felt he was in the clear about getting tangled up permanently with me. And I wasn't willing to be tied down to any one man yet, either. Not with the world so full of delicious guys waiting their turn.
"You want to use the bathroom first?" Denny didn't waste any time.
"For what?" I wanted action fast. I saw no need for a long, drawn out shower bit.
"To answer nature's call," he said, and smiled at me.
"The only call she's making at this stage is for that old debbil sex," I replied.
"That's the message coming through to me, too," Denny replied, removing his clothes in a nice, relaxed manner. I didn't delay. I was out of my stuff before he had finished. I stood up so he could see what he had coming. I was glad I had taken extra care that morning to look good. I was tanned just brown enough to compliment the creamy whiteness of my body where the bikini had denied, the sun's rays. My tits were up nice and full. The huge brown nipples were stiffening as I anticipated the fun ahead. Benny's eyes drank in the rich flow of curves I had to offer. He let his gaze drop down to my crop of bush. I've got more than my share of that.
"When I felt his eyes locking in on my pussy, I detected the subtle perfume of cunt juice that I start generating at the mere idea of the action upcoming. My nostrils twitched a bit at my own aura of sex. And I knew that Denny was going to supply me with further delights when the fragrance of his own body started penetrating the atmosphere.
"Well, what're we waiting for?" I asked him. He was still in his shorts but he was stiffening up good as his dong slowly rose.
"Just enjoying the scenery, sweet." He smiled as he slipped out of his last item of garb. I studied his cock with interest. He wasn't hung like some guys I've seen, but he had plenty. And from past experience I knew I could work magic on that old yardstick.
"He walked over to me with his big jabber jiggling in that entrancing fashion it has when a guy is up nice and hard. And Denny was up at this stage. He put his hands on my bare shoulders and I was surprised to feel the strength in those graceful fingers. They dug deep into my flesh.
"I lifted my mouth, I kept my lips open to make them more interesting. I played it coy by shutting my eyes like some young virgin on her first date. There was a long pause. I couldn't figure out what the delay was, but I decided to play it cool and let it all happen. Then, I learned why it had taken so long. His mouth was pressed up right against my forest.
"I spread my legs wider so more of his tongue could get up my crotch. But it wasn't the easiest way to do it. Denny was on his knees and he was at an awkward angle. I didn't want to seem too forward, but I knew he wasn't completely at ease in the pose we had adopted.
"Let's not waste the bed we paid for, darling," I said, breaking the contact of his lips from my apex. I caught his bare shoulders in my hands and pulled him up to his feet. As I lifted, he was careful to let his tongue run right up my bare belly, past the navel, up to my tit-ravine and then to my mouth.
"Mind if I kiss you on the lips?" He pretended that was an 'mposition.
"Not at all," said, going along with the little love game. "I think every girl owes it to her date to permit a little intimacy!"
"We both laughed at the humor. Denny had been around and so had I. We both knew what it was all about. The only thing that remained for us was to learn exactly how much we knew about titillation. He was as eager as I to pool our sexual know-how.
"Lay on your stomach, please," Denny said, and helped me as I stretched out on the bed. I had a sudden doubt. Was he just an asshole man? It turned out he wasn't. I had hardly turned over when his hot, wet lips were nuzzling at the base of my neck. He used his teeth in a nice way, too. He nibbled, but he didn't bite so hard that the skin was broken. I've had lots of guys who get so steamed up they chew right through until the blood flows. Now, I'm not against a bit of violence when it comes to sex. It's all part of it. But a gal hates to go around with fang wounds in her neck. That went out with Dracula!
"Yummmmy ... " I could hear Denny murmur as he hungrily nibbled and nuzzled down my spinal column. His demanding lips were now getting closer to the valley between the cheeks of my ass, and my crotch was creaming nicely. I knew he had the scent of my erotic heat reaching his nostrils. His nuzzling moved around to reach every area of my ass. I've got a nice, smooth butt, and I liked the way his tongue would flick out at intervals to lash my skin into further heat. My own mouth was watering as I visioned my eager lips and tongue working on him. But for the moment, it was his play.
"His head circled around and around as he got ever closer to the action zone. I again wiggled my thighs a bit wider so he could get up with no hindrances to a smooth entry. Then, I felt his tongue licking out for my rectum. His nose was buried in the soft valley of my ass cheeks and he was having a bit of trouble breathing properly. But that just made it all the more exciting. I had buried my own nostrils too often between a guy's cheeks to not know what was going on with Denny. His roving tongue circled around a bit more to create even greater excitement in my crotch, and then the tip of it flicked out and brushed my asshole.
"I've learned one thing about assholes. Each one has its own peculiar aura. Guys who eat a lot of steak and stuff like that have a powerful pungent smell. Other guys who go more for salads, fruits and vegetables are inclined to be milder in their aroma. The dessert eaters are something else. They exude a strange, syrupy smell. But it's all great. It's pure man-musk.
"Women have a totally different perfume in their butts. We tend to run more toward spicy aromas. I've learned a little trick that most gals don't know about. Every morning-even when I know there's no chance of any sex-action ahead-I douse my crotch and asshole with a douche that just can't be beat. This douche comes in a variety of flavors. First, there's champagne. Then, of all things ... chocolate ... and vanilla. There are lesser flavors, too. Honey, cinnamon and a host of the fruit essences. Popularity polls have proven that apricot and pineapple lead the field in the eyes or, rather, the noses of male explorers. I'm a gal with expensive tastes, so I went the champagne route.
"Anyway, my champagne-flavored butthole got to old Denny. He started reaming his long, thick tongue up into the old dirt road. It wasn't the first time a guy had gone that route with me. I knew how to flex my rectum so that his tongue could slip in further. I clamped down really tight on it to let him know I was housebroken.
"I don't really like guys shoving their cocks up my bunghole. That's too damn much meat to ram into a small opening like I've got. Oh, sure, lots of gals go the asshole way all the time. I'm not too sure they really enjoy it so much, but most think it's a good safe way to get a guy satisfied without taking any chances on pregnancy. Guys have tried to ream me, but I've gotten out of it with some skillful orality. It's amazing how far a gal can get if she learns to use her oral powers properly!
"Anyway, Denny really dug my champagne bottom. He licked and sucked at my bunghole for some time. Too long, I felt. I wanted to do a bit of nibbling on my own. But I didn't rush it. I let him have his will. Finally, he was ready for the more serious action. He lifted his face from my butt and gave my ass a little slap.
"You're done on this side," he quipped. "Turn over, please!"
"I did. Fast. I lay back with my kissing-sweet tits up nice and firm in the firing position. Denny stared down at them with real awe. His eyes roved all around, drinking in the lush curves and then zeroing in on the big nipples. And they are big, make no mistake. The contact of the bed against them, plus his nibbling at my ass, had done wonders. I swear they were two inches long.
"Denny just stood over me next to the bed. I was getting eager for the big move, so I asked him, "Too big?" I meant my nipples, but he misunderstood.
"I've never had any complaints about it before," he said, looking down at his cock, which was now nice and hard.
"I meant my nipples, silly," I kidded him. "I was afraid your mouth might be too small to take them."
"Let me test your theory." He moved onto the bed to lie down next to me. His head lowered to my breast and he began running his tongue in entrancing little circles just around the edge of my nipple area. He moved in closer and closer with each revolution, and I could smell the aura of my pussy opening wider and wider under the stimulus of his sex-play. Then, with lightning-swift dexterity, he fastened his hot, wet lips directly onto the nipple. He began sucking-it in hungrily, and as he sucked, his tongue kept flicking at the tip. He had great suction powers. He had one other little trick that I'd never felt before. When he had drawn as much of my tit down into his throat as he could get, he let his teeth cut in just enough to hold the skin without biting through. From this point on, he really revolved that tongue of his like a propeller.
"Next, Denny started easing down from my two burning tits. He kissed and sucked at my belly, and I knew it wouldn't be too long before his tongue would be flicking in and out of my navel. All this time I was dying to suck at him, but somehow he had taken the play from me. But I knew if I just bided my time, my desires would be answered.
"I wanted to kiss and lick his smooth skin so much it made me squirmy. As he tongued my belly button, I wiggled my hips and he picked right up on that. He lowered his head and his burning lips blazed a juicy trail down to my forest.
"He plunged his face right down into the glistening, wavy black hair that protected my pussy. I knew my hairs were tickling hell out of his face but he wasn't about to slow down for a little thing like that!
"His long, hot, wet tongue came shooting out and searched for home plate. I was careful not to put anything in his way. He moved his chin and face hard against my crotch so that I was opened up wide. I remember how I quivered as he manipulated my twat.
"It wasn't until that big, fat tongue found my clit that I really got turned on. My whole body seemed to be as stiff as I knew his big cock was. I had to fight to keep from crying out for him to get done so I could eat him. My mouth was watering at, the prospect.
"Eat, eat, eat! Eat my cunt!" I remember gasping the words out over and over as I spread my thighs as far apart as I could get them. His active, probing tongue was making my whole lower half red hot. Heat came out of there that would have warmed an entire apartment. I was actually worried that I might be burning his face with my hot love juices!
"But even as all this was going on within me, I was missing something. My own mouth was empty. I wanted the taste of Denny in my lips. I wanted to suck, kiss and taste his skin. All of it. Not just his cock and balls. Every inch of him called out for my oral love.
"But he was unaware of that. His tongue kept driving in and shooting so that my rich red gash of love was vibrating and pulsating towards him like some kind of sea anemone toward an unsuspecting fish.
"Then, all of a sudden, it changed. Denny lunged upward and away from my valley of passion. He tried to jam his big cock into my pussy. I wasn't red hot about this but I made no real resistance, I wasn't too much help, though. I let him do all the positioning. As he tried to zero in on my hole, I took advantage of his proximity to clamp my mouth on his neck.
"I started sucking, kissing, licking and tasting his luscious skin. I just couldn't get enough of it. I nibbled and nuzzled at all the area I could reach. Meanwhile, he was still all fired up with the idea of ramming his cock into my snatch. He gasped and moaned as he missed the mark.
"I got to get that thing in you!" He was in near agony.
"The angle's a little off," I panted back.
"Relax, for God's sake, will you?" He was having his troubles. He wasn't that big down there but he still couldn't get in. He just couldn't make it the right way into my pussy. He was moaning and groaning. Most of his words were hard to understand, but I did get this much out of him:
"My balls ... my balls ... they're hurting me ... terribly!"
"I was happy as a lark. I was so busy sucking and nibbling at his chest and shoulders that I hardly knew what he was up to down along the river front. But he was determined to shove his cock up into my snatch. I realized I'd better help him or he'd go off his rocker. So, without stopping my kissing of his wonderful, fragrant skin, I eased one hand down, took hold of his slippery, thick cock, and pulled it up against my hairy crotch. I wiggled it around and got the head of it in for an inch or so. Now, he was turned on. He figured he really had me. I wanted more than just a thick rod jammed up my twat, but I had plenty to keep me engrossed with his handsome body. I nibbled down lower to suck at his tits, and then I got to easing my face into his armpit. I loved this contact. I could feel the moisture exuding from under his arm and I hungrily licked it all up. As fast as his sweat came out, I saw to it that it was gone. I had a ball going from one armpit to the other. It got to Denny after a little bit. He started shoving more of his cock up into my tight hole. I couldn't very well fight it off so I let the whole length slide in.
"I've got to come soon," he panted huskily.
"Do it this way till you're up to the last second," I stopped my nibbling at him long enough to instruct. "Then, pull out and I'll take care of you!"
"He didn't answer. He was too eager, surging up and down, hammering his big dong into my cunt. He was turned on, make no mistake about that. All the sex play had steamed him good, and when he had trouble getting it into me, that just turned him on all the more. I know my hot, wet mouth had done a good job on him, to further heighten his passion. But I played it cool. I went back to my oral fun even as I analyzed what his big rod was doing down inside me.
"Any second ... any second ... " he gasped, as if somebody had jammed a knife up his ass. I could tell he wasn't fooling now. His thick rod was swollen to maximum fullness, and it was like a hunk of granite.
"Hold it just one moment!" I twisted my hips so that he was out all the way. I stopped my gnawing and nibbling. I didn't want to make him come. I knew if I did, he'd cool fast and I'd be out of a lot of pleasure. I lay perfectly still, making sure his big cock was clear. One little bit of pressure at this stage and he'd cream like Old Faithful. Anything to stop that!
"I've got to blow, sweet, I've got to." He was so fired up he couldn't stand it.
"I know, darling, I know." I caressed his face. "But we don't want to take the edge off everything just yet." I gently patted and stroked his heated face as he eased up a little. Then, when I felt it was safe, I started to kiss and suck at his earlobes, his chin, his neck, his chest and armpits. Once again, safely buried in the musky aura of his bodily scents, I felt safe and protected. No dangerous male cock wedged up into my cunt. I was reminded of those wonderful nights when I was a little girl and safely pressed up to my father's strong, hot body. I didn't want this to ever stop, but I knew it would if I let Denny blow his wad.
"He began searching out my cunt again with his big cock while I tried to ease down so I could suck it for him, but with that obstinate streak of his he kept trying to shove his old joystick up my hole. Despite all my subtle maneuvering, he got it where he wanted it. He started getting hotter and hotter as he wedged it up inside me. He plunged it in and out, humping up and down in his own primeval little world of liquid satisfaction. I settled for my sucking desire. I nibbled and gnawed at every available inch of his body. And I applied a little force with my sharp teeth when I sensed he was up too high. The pain helped cool him enough to delay his final blast.
"It's really funny, when you stop to think about it. I mean this whole sexual business, you know. The whole idea is to get the guy you are screwing around with to come. Yet, the basic plan is to prevent the ultimate act. You get the guy up to the peak, then bring him down just before he blows his wad. No wonder the human race is all fucked up.
"Like, you know, it's the same thing with other activities. Take that stupid game of golf. Well, maybe it's not really stupid, but it's really hopeless, isn't it? The idea-I don't know much about it, but enough to pass a judgment on it-the idea, like I said, is to put the ball into the cup with as few strokes as possible. In other words, the perfect golf game would be one in which the player went around in eighteen holes. And that's impossible to do, of course. So, the golfer is faced with the prospect of never accomplishing that which he is after: a hole-in-one on each hole. Just like with sex-a perfect sex act would be an impossibility. I suppose the perfect sex act would be one where both partners would be completely satisfied with the action. Both would attain climax at precisely the same instant. Both would find their release in exactly the same proportions. And both would be freed of desires and urges for the rest of the night or day. But we know that it doesn't work that way, no matter how hard we try, right? One or the other of the two wants more, even as the other partner is utterly empty. I mean, like zonked-out-with-the-come bit. But, of course, it sure is a fucking pleasure trying ... Like with Denny.
"I was doing my desperate best to slow him down so I could bask in the warmth of his chest and armpits. Even as I was sucking and kissing at his upper body, he was hammering his big, thick cock up my cunt ... each of us intent on our own desires. I couldn't help but think at that moment that somewhere down deep inside our impulses there were two special demons. Denny had his demon. I had mine. Benny's demon was that tremendous urge to wedge his thick cock up into my cunt and spurt his jism into my baby-making machine. He didn't want me to have a baby, but he still was doing his best to knock me up!
"Of course, my little demon was something else. An overpowering lust to suck, kiss, chew and eat at Benny's lovely, smooth skin. To build this oral pattern up higher and higher to the point of orgasm for me ... up, up and ever higher, just like some goddam symphony of string instruments, to a high pitch that only a fucking dog could hear.
"As much as I wanted my release, I still fought to keep it off. Just at that split-second instant, when my whole body would tense for the great release-that electrical moment when my blazing cunt juices would burst forward to engulf my partner's own torrent-a great force of willpower would rise to withstand the demands of our bodies. It made me convulse and shiver. My ass clamped into a powerful lock, and my legs stretched out until I thought they'd come loose from their joints. But it did the trick. I kept delaying the inevitable. No Niagara of creamy semen shot from Benny's cock into my pussy.
"I let him hump his huge cock into my cunt, but I cheated on building it up too much down there. I went through the motions of playing hot snatch. And it was hot, make no mistake about that. But it was, really hot because I was eaten with desire for Denny's sweet-smelling skin. Even though he was exuding hot sweat, he smelled sweet to me. Oh, not that sugary sweet of bakery goods or candy. No, it was the more potent sweetness of man. A raw, lusty, male odor. My mouth just couldn't lap up enough of it. I could have gone on like that forever.
"I was slipping back to the wonderful nights in bed with my father as I found myself lulled into a pleasant torpor. My mind played strange tricks as Benny hammered his huge cock up into my throbbing pussy. In my fantasy, I saw myself playing a weird, erotic role. Not with Denny but with my father.
"In my playacting scene, I saw Denny wielding a great whip that might easily have been some version of his big cock. With that cocklike whip, he was hitting my naked father right on the ass and crotch. Don't, ask how, but my father had wedged his cock right up against Denny's, and, in this way, Denny couldn't come. Both naked men were trying to fuck me at the same time, and each frustrated the other. In the meantime, I was kissing, sucking and licking at every inch of their luscious, nude forms.
"I have to kiss it for you, Denny, I really must." I knew he couldn't contain himself much longer, regardless of his self-control. I managed to pull away from his throbbing penis despite his attempts to lock me to his crotch.
"Okay, okay," he groaned. "But I can't go on like this forever. I'm only human, you know ... "
"You're superhuman, you handsome liar."
Helen's words were husky as she lowered her lush, moist lips down to Denny's vital zone. She let her hot breath play gently over and around the tip of his great organ. She teased him by moving her mouth down to his testicles, where again her sultry breath caressed his manhood.
Helen was not the least bit interested in whether or not her partner returned her orality. All she sought at this juncture were the heady delights of his virility, exuding from every pore. The aura of musk was thick in the air as her mouth began to draw in his testicles to better soak up the hot perspiration coming from the inflamed skin. First, one big testicle, then the other, was sucked in, to be hungrily tongued and nibbled at.
Next, Helen directed her attentions to his penis base. She kissed, licked and tongued this hairy area with infinite relish as her breath expelled from her nostrils in great, gasping sounds. She purposely permitted this sound, and even increased it, knowing its aphrodisiac effects on the male libido. Denny writhed and moaned under the demanding mouth that was so relentlessly clamped upon his malehood.
His lust aroused more passion within the oral-minded Helen. Her naked body was glowing a soft pink in the gloom of the motel room. Her generous breasts were sharply pointed, the huge brown nipples up to their maximum erection. As Helen bent forward to better work her orality upon the frenzied male, her rich, pearl-shaped buttocks were elevated, revealing the thick, dark hair between her creamy thighs.
Denny groaned as Helen withdrew her lips to plan new assaults. He was nearly out of his mind from the buildup the oral-driven girl had subjected him to.
Helen lowered her full, moist lips to the crown of his engorged penis, permitting a light contact as she began circling her head in tantalizing movements. At little intervals she flicked out her tongue to feather the extreme tip of his organ, causing him to stiffen and groan.
"I fixed him good. Boy, did I fix him good. I knew he was an old hand at fucking, but it was only a challenge to me, I knew damn well he had never before bumped into a girl like me. I mean, Denny was a square really-a fucking square, that is, if you know what I mean. He was used to dolls who liked to screw the so-called normal way. You know, spread their legs, open their pussy wide, and shove the dong in for a quick one-two. Not like me, with the ail-American tongue and lips. And believe me, there's a hell of a lot more you can do with your mouth on a guy's cock than with your cunt hugging it. With the dong inside you, it's pretty well he who controls the screwing action-tempo, rhythm, the depth of the strokes, and so forth.
"Of course, I know fucking well I am not the first gal to discover the sexual power of my lips, tongue, and teeth. By now, probably everybody in the country either sucks cock or eats pussy, and that's the way it should be. Just think of how simple abortions would become-if the gal got pregnant sucking a guy off, if her cheeks started swelling up, all she'd have to do would be spit the baby out ... Of course, I'm just spoofing about that. But the fact is, I go for sucking cock a hell of a sight more than anybody I ever ran across in my whole damn life. And I also know that very few gals like to kiss and suck at other parts of a guy's body besides his cock and balls. Me? I prefer chewing at areas that most gals think is indecent-or unsanitary! I tell you, as long as the guy is clean, there's nothing unsanitary about anywhere you can run your tongue around or in.
"Dear old Denny was turned up high. And I knew he'd get sore as hell if I went back to sucking at his armpits and tits again. As much as I wanted that action, I had to play the little game he preferred-at least, for that particular moment. So, I dutifully went back to his King-Kong dong, taking the big, round head into my mouth. I let it slide around inside, establishing full mouth contact with the rock-hard ball.
"Denny was stiff as hell and panting harder as he wiggled to wedge more of it into my throat. I didn't fight it. I permitted the long length to slowly slither deeper into my mouth meanwhile darting my tongue round and round the sides. I'd ease it back away so I could flick my tongue onto the top to tickle it further. Each time I did this, Denny would convulse and cry out.
"My head started wobbling up and down as I took as much of his length down my throat as I could. Then, it was all too far along for Denny to fight it off any longer. I could feel a really big fire starting to break out in his scrotum. The heat was actually so apparent that I almost expected radiation waves to start shooting out!
"Oh, God ... God ... faster, faster, faster ... " He was almost shouting the words. I was a little worried about how he was coming on. Motel walls aren't famous for being soundproof. I didn't want our little romance broadcast to the whole world.
"I could feel the skin on his thighs tingling. He had these great big gooseflesh bumps and I was dying to lick and suck at them, but he wasn't going to let me deny him his big come job.
"He kept arching up to wedge more of his cock into my throat, even though I had him into me clear up to his balls. My chin was beginning to feel the rough, hairy action of all the pounding. But I figured it was all the way now. I kissed, sucked and tongued his cock as I bobbed my head in steady strokes. Each time I managed to suck in a bit more because he kept picking up in size. As well-hung as Denny was, my cocksucking powers were making him longer. I guess I could rent myself out to guys who think they're underdeveloped. No cunt could work such magic!
"Then, it happened. Denny's arms convulsed and hit my naked back and shoulders as he tried to shove his whole fucking body into my mouth. But I was up to the challenge. I sucked in like a plumber's plunger drawing on a clogged drain. His inflamed cock seemed to swell once more, to rise like a bird, and then it exploded right into the back of my mouth in a lightning-fast series of soul-searing jerks. Denny had come, Man, had he come!
"He had lots to offer. He was panting and gasping from the frenzy of the spurting release. All of his tensed-up body seemed to shoot out with that violent discharge of force and life. I wasn't letting him off the hook now. He wanted me to blow him, so that's exactly what I was doing. I swallowed all he had to shoot. I was surprised that his cock could continue to stay so huge after shooting as much jism as he did. His hot sperm cascaded into my throat for quite some time. I could feel the head of it against the back of my throat as he throbbed over and over. A dry, salty taste filled my mouth, even though his love juice was so creamy. But it wasn't bad. I swallowed and swallowed till there was no more. Now, he was finally finished. He slumped back, sated.
"But I was just beginning to feel great. Now, I could get away from his cock and balls and go after the rest of his skin. My real pleasure was still ahead. I was quivering as my eager, wet Sips sought out his belly-button, his chest area, his beautiful nipples, and best of all, his hot armpits. I gasped and panted as I sucked, kissed, tasted and tongued all the exciting parts of his frame. And that's when I began to build to my first really full orgasm. I could feel the volcano building down in my crotch. My thighs were blazing as the passion built higher and higher. The more I sucked and licked at his armpits, the more frenzied I got. Then, in a great convulsive series of violent spasms, I reached my own powerful climax. I sobbed and cried as I continued gnawing at Benny's quivering body. My love juices oozed out of my fiery valley in a red-hot tide of raw lust. At last I had my own gratification. At least, for a little while. A few minutes later. I was eating at Benny's body all over again in my insatiable quest for relief.
"Sometimes I worry about why I can't get real satisfaction out of plain old screwing or blowing or sixty-nining and the rest. I know that other gals don't get charged up by sucking and tasting a guy's underarms and his tits. But Benny's the one who's really shook up about the whole thing. He just can't figure me out. It worries hell out of him that I only find my peace of mind, in the taste, body odor and wild responses of my partner. He thinks there's something radically wrong with a gal who reacts like I do. He says he'd marry me if I could only straighten out on what he calls my weird fetish. I think I could be happily married to a guy like him. But I'm worried about him and his doubts about what I like to do. The more I think about it, the more I think maybe Denny is the one who's screwed up, not me.
"For example, what happened so recently that my insides are still sore from it may give you an idea of what I mean ...
"Denny was sitting in the armchair, wearing nothing but a fucking bath towel around his middle. He had just taken a shower. I wasn't wearing a hell of a lot either. In fact, all I was wearing was a lily I had plucked off the table and stuck up my pussy. I had sucked him off but good while we were messing around in the shower's hot, needling spray. Down on my knees on the tiles-his whanger all the way in my mouth-his balls against my chin ... When he shot his jism, I swear I felt it running out of my ears. Of course, it was the shower water, but it sure felt wild and hot ...
"But anyway, there he was sitting, pooped out, but his cock was still half stiff-or again half stiff. And the more I looked at its outline under the terry towel, the more I wanted it again. So, without any further ado, I slithered down to the floor in front of him and began working my tongue and lips up the inside of his thighs. By the time I got to tongue-tickling the curly hairs of his upper inner thighs, his dong was like a tent pole underneath the towel. I could see his balls-hot pink from the heat of the shower-drawing up in little spastic jerks toward the base of his cock. So, I worked my hands underneath Denny's buttocks, spread his asscheeks, ran the tip of my pointed tongue into his puckered asshole, licked his perineum, then, opening my mouth real wide, sucked his sparsely haired jewels right into my mouth ... I've got to tell you, my mouth may look small, but I can put a hell of a fucking lot more in it than anyone would ever believe. So, I got Denny's entire scrotum into my mouth, figuring that I was going to jack him off, and then, when he was ready to blow his load, I'd clamp my teeth on his balls-gently, of course-to force every bit of semen out of his baby-making machine.
"And that's when he made the craziest move for straight fucking. He yanked his balls out of my mouth-he must've scraped them against my teeth doing that-tore the towel off himself, and got out of the armchair. His dong was sticking way out in front of him like a medieval fucking battering ram-thick, long, red-headed, glistening. I swear he took me by surprise. I didn't have the slightest idea of what he was up to, until he grabbed hold of my shoulders, pulled me to my feet, then pushed me into the armchair, butt down. I bounced, he pushed me so hard, and on the up-bounce he grabbed hold of my ankles and drew them apart so quick and far and sudden that I heard my pussy lips squish open. The next thing I knew, he was kneeling on the floor in front of the armchair with his whanger buried in my cunt up to his balls. He couldn't have made more than half a dozen six-inch plunges before I felt his hot come squirting up the insides of my pussy ... Of course, I didn't get the chance to get any fucking pleasure out of that. I mean, can you imagine something like that happening? That's why Denny worries me. There must be something wrong with him ... "
An obsession with oral lovemaking as indicated in the above case-history subject borders on being pathological. A mania is unhealthy, regardless of the nature of that mania, and Helen, from her narration, is definitely a borderline maniac. The fact that she will still participate in sexual intercourse is a hopeful sign; however, her preoccupation with fellatio is so great, her preference for it is so powerful, that, unless she alters her mental attitude toward oral lovemaking-that is, if she accepts oral lovemaking as a variation on the procreative manner of sexual activity-the chances are that she will withdraw totally from even an occasional participation in coitus inter labia.
CHAPTER Two: The Sweat Shop
The naked young girl looked at her equally nude partner in admiration. He was a magnificently proportioned young man of thirty. But, his proportions were not restricted to merely his great chest, shoulders, and legs. He had an exciting seven-inch penis that jutted up promisingly from his hard, lean body. The girl felt her loins tingling as she relished the thought of what that great, thick weapon would do to her hot cavern.
She had other reasons for being hot. She was lying on her lovely, creamy back upon a stout wooden bench. The structure was part of a homemade sauna bath complete with hot steam pipes, running water, and the other requisites. The steam was slowly swirling around the small enclosure, lending the room an eerie, mystical quality that was perfect for the sexuality that was permeating the hot, humid atmosphere.
"Here comes Big Daddy, sugar." He smiled through the swirling haze as he moved closer. His huge organ was up like a beacon and the girl's thighs widened instinctively as he neared his target. She knew she was headed for a great thrill and she was ready. Oh, but she was ready!
She closed her eyes and slipped into the warm womb of the hot sauna bath to better savor the sensual bliss that was so near. Then, she felt his generous mouth tenderly enclosing one of her great, brown nipples. She was very proud of her breasts and a pleased smile played over her lips as his tongue began flicking and whipping the nipple into further hardness. He alternated tongue-lashing each breast tip in expert fashion. His lips also worked in expert style, heightening the sharp, extreme sensations in her soft breasts. She lost all reservations and moaned and groaned as she wrapped her arms tightly around his handsome head to pull him closer.
The combination of his exciting sucking and licking, plus the hot, steamy air, soon brought further manifestations of emotion. Her every pore was open and she was perspiring rivulets. His ardent mouth and lips began to rove. She was amazed at his enormous suction. He seemed to draw her entire breast up into his eager oral cavity. This was no mean feat inasmuch as the aroused girl had breasts larger than any cantaloupe that ever graced a produce shelf.
She also became aware of something else. He was avidly licking and swallowing all of her bodily moisture. Every drop of sweat she produced, was instantly absorbed by his ravenous mouth. She didn't mind. All she hoped was that he did not find her perspiration offensive. Like all good American girls, she knew that personal daintiness was the most important thing. Like many other good American girls, she did not know that many males like Gary H., were not too interested in "cleanliness." What they really craved, and got, was the sharp, musky taste of a woman's body juices. Gary and others of his ilk were let down when a girl tasted too "pure."
She felt the hot wetness of his mouth and tongue on the silken skin of her thighs and she gasped with erotic excitement as he moved closer and closer to the center of her greatest torment. She wanted him there so intensely she nearly cried out her lust. But she didn't. She was too far under his orality to do more than merely gasp and writhe as his tongue lashed at her dripping wet skin in long sweeping moves that lapped up the moisture as fast as she exuded it. Her mind blanked out to all but the demands of his lips, mouth, and tongue as her body accepted the infinite pleasures of the oral stimulation. Her womanly glands reacted with spasms that caused her to twitch convulsively as he slowly but certainly moved ever closer to her core.
He eventually reached her apex with his ravenous mouth and then he nearly drove the young woman to a frenzy as he tongued, sucked, kissed, and licked at her blazing cavern. She felt the terrific heat from his demanding lips on the silky folds of her vaginal opening. And more important, she felt the licking tongue as it flicked, darted, and lashed at the smooth area of her crotch. She gasped with erotic excitement as he shot his big tongue far up into the warm wet folds of her womanhood.
The girl had been taken by many males in her comparatively short span of maturity. But she had never received such a thrilling interlude of sexuality as she was undergoing at the moment. It was as though floodgates, holding back the electrifying sweetnesses in her loins, had long been closed and were now slowly opening and responding to a revealing electric eye that probed and prompted her most fertile regions to surrender.
Her hot wet body, writhed and twitched with tremendous passions and she found herself crying, sobbing, and moaning with animal like sounds under the handsome young male's savage tongue, lips, and teeth. It was his tongue that caused her to react the most wildly, however-the never tiring, lashing, licking, and caressing appendage that hungrily lapped up all the fiery liquids exuding from her overwrought young body.
"Oh, my God, my God," she gasped helplessly as his long, hot, wet tongue lashed harder at her seething womanflesh and his vicious weapon wedged further up inside the tight confines of her vagina. Here, the roving tongue found new centers to interest it and the girl's nude body gathered, poised, and tightened as the heady lusts of sex generated even greater force. Excruciating pressures and sensations built ever higher, swelled, and then expelled fiercely in massive, convulsive pulsations that racked her frame.
The swift, alleviating reactions of her womanhood threw her into yet another stratum of emotion. A state of blessed and frightening ecstasy. No other man had ever managed to explore her needs so completely, no man had ever exerted the exquisite attentions that assaulted her floodgates of passion and no man had ever drawn such vibrations of erotic bliss from her responsive organs.
The young girl thought his tongue was as far up into her cavern of desire as it could penetrate. But she was wrong. As her thighs spread wider apart under his tireless ministrations, he gained further entry. His entire face was thrust up into her huge, hairy opening. She squirmed as she felt the tongue tip probing all the way up into the very ending of her pussy. She found herself shivering and quaking with powerful sensual reactions that built higher and higher under the punishing lips and teeth that protected the sensitive tongue. She spent herself all over again in quick excited spasms of infinite delight long after she thought she was finished.
Then, abruptly, it stopped. For the moment. The girl blinked into the swirling mists that played over their undulating forms. As if from a great distance, she heard her partner's voice. He had withdrawn that wonderful tongue from her cavity to order:
"Okay, baby ... sit on my face. And fast!"
He positioned himself so that he was now flat on his back and he helped his partner to squat over his features. He arranged it so that she had her back to his feet. She did not know why he chose this particular position, but she didn't care. All she wanted was that wonderful long, hot, and wet tongue insinuating itself up into her blazing crotch. Slowly, to better savor the heady moment, she eased her dripping ravine of lust down onto his face. He quickly reached his strong arms up to seize her smooth silky hips and pull her down more swiftly. She felt his powerful fingers biting into her soft flesh and she responded by circling her hips as he thrust the great tongue up into her loins with fierce, savage lashings.
She began screaming harshly, soundlessly, the high keening noises further stimulating her into greater erotic effort. The screaming sound was entirely in her imagination. The pressures of sexuality again began to seethe and boil as she hammered up and down upon the handsome features of the naked man beneath her. Her nude form began to tighten up like a mighty steel coil as a gigantic climax began to well forth from her loins. It was a weird and moving sight. The lovely, naked young girl pounding her crotch down upon the features of the aroused male supine beneath her silky limbs, the steam swirling around them as the hot, humid atmosphere brought streams of fiery sweat streaming from their bodies. But what was even more intriguing was the unusual action of the nude Gary locked in sexuality under the demanding thighs of the girl. She, herself, was unaware of what was taking place behind her lovely back. Gary had stealthily eased his hand down to his crotch and had captured his huge erect penis. Once he had it in his clutch, he knew what to do. He masturbated himself in great driving strokes in perfect cadence with his darting tongue which was licking, whipping, and lashing inside the writhing young woman's vagina. As she suddenly sprawled in helpless abandon from the enormous climax breaking within her, it brought further reaction from Gary. He pounded harder at his great penis with his hand and built his own lust to its fullest. But just as he was about to explode, he caught her hand with his free arm and brought it to his penis so she could masturbate him to the ultimate. She complied. She would have done anything at that moment.
It was an awkward position for the girl. She was faced the wrong way for the proper masturbation process. But Gary had undergone similar experiences many times before. It was apparent from the skilled fashion in which he worked her arm backward without hurting her so that she could take his great organ in her hand and pump it freely, At no time during this intimacy did Gary lose his oral contact with the aroused young lady. His probing, seeking tongue lashed further and further up into her blazing inferno of womanhood even after she had brought him to throbbing release.
Gary H. consulted a psychologist for advice on his obsession with human perspiration and its erotic effects. The following interview was borrowed from the consulting psychologist's tape file and has been transcribed here to further illustrate his attitude toward oralism.
"-If you think I'm here for the dough, you got another guess coming. I do okay at the station. My salary is two bills a week, and I pick up a bit extra from some of the kids who work for me. They do it because they know it's the best way to make sure they get the better shifts and other little favors. So, dough doesn't mean a fucking thing as far as this deal here is concerned.
"I just want to be a good guy, that's all. And, too, I'd like to learn more about sex. Sex and the way it works for me. I figured if I spilled some of my secrets to you, you just might let me in on your end of it. I'm not one of those wise-asses who figure they know so fucking much, they can't ever learn more.
"I'd like to just ask a few questions. It won't deal with me and my love life too much. I'm a curious guy and I like to know the score. Like my old man used to tell me when I was a kid: "Boy, you won't learn nothing listening to yourself talk. But you sure can learn one hell of a lot by paying close heed to what others got to say."
"Anyway, I eat pussy. I have from the time I was a little kid. I used to get a lot of fun poked at me by my pals. They thought it was sissy stuff. They figured the only way to do it was to shove the old dong up the broad's snatch and hump till you shot your wad. Me, I had other ideas. Oh, sure, I banged broads with my cock, too. But I never felt like I was really coming through to them. I always sensed that they were just going along with taking the old walloper in their twats to keep me happy. I sensed way down deep inside me that the broads liked their cunts eaten best.
"From the beginning I found myself fascinated with the way the cunt smelled and tasted. Each broad smells a little different. Oh, sure, every cunt has a certain smell and taste to it, but then you find all those little variations. Take a young chick. They never clean out their pussies quite as thoroughly as an older broad. Now, lots of guys get turned off when they start eating cunt that's a little cheesy. Me, I like it. The cheesier the better. If I had my way, I think I'd let the chick never douche out the old hole. I bet by the end of a year, it'd be a lot like some imported stuff."
Gary is not alone in his mania for oral love. It has been a motivating force in the sexual life of man since time began. Animals have little or no qualms about orality. It is part and parcel of their sex behavior. Only man has displayed hesitancy in acknowledging the role this vital impulse plays in his existence. This reluctance to accept a continuing sexual action is most clearly manifested in the various terms used to designate the performance itself: "cock sucker" and "cunt lapper" are the two most general terms used to ridicule acts of fellatio and cunnilingus. Among those who are not quite so harsh about the impulse, more humorous forms of expression are found: "box lunch at the Y," "clean out the kitchen," "gobble the goop," "pearl diver," "yodel in the canyon," "sword swallower," and "pricknic ream" are but a few.
As long as the art has been practiced by man, it still suffers from basic fears in society today. Due to the mores of the present system, it is associated with guilt and shame. Few "polite" people dare to reveal their true feelings toward the buried instinct that seethes within most human beings. Instead, they seek to avoid the problem by downgrading the impulse.
Another simple way to ease the "stigma" of the oral sex function is to subtly place the blame for the entire matter by linking it to more convenient areas of the world. "French way," "French culture," "French tricks," and similar expressions are familiar to almost all of us. Somehow, by shifting the burden to Europe, it relieves us Americans from guilt feelings that might be aroused.
But no matter how we try to avoid the issue, oral love is tightly woven into the fabric of sexual relationships. It is an integral part of sexual concern. Every human being has certain feelings of inadequacy. It is impossible to escape such misgivings in nearly everything we engage in, and particularly so in the field of sexuality. With the constant awareness of sex today, it is not unusual for man to have inner doubts about himself as a lover, or for a woman to brood over whether or not she is a worthy sex partner.
The libido of an oral lover, either male or female, does not have to be hypersensitive or over-active. As a matter of fact, the sex drive may be well below par, nearly dormant in its demands. In this case the matter of oral love is nearly pathological, that is to say, a sexual-mental condition that may well have originated in childhood or even infancy, as in the case of Helen S. The actual complex problem cannot be definitely highlighted. To further confuse the facts, there are many medical minds that are not in complete agreement with one another. A limited few insist that preferred oral love borders on the pathological, while others maintain that orality arising from absolute necessity is more acceptable. Preference in this sense denotes desire, and desire in a human being means pleasure. Therefore, any human who wants oral love, and then enjoys it to the point of orgasm, cannot be considered other than normal. It is common sense to view it this way.
Gary H. had no ordinary qualms about orality. He used the street jargon for vagina and penis, but a mixture of respect and boasting was discernible in his voice whenever he spoke of his particular fetish, that of orality.
"When it comes to getting my share of pussy, I don't have to take a back seat to nobody. Like right now. I got me a doll that was all locked up, signed, sealed, and ready to be delivered to a real big man in this town. He's such a big shot, I don't even want to tell you his name. He's got more dough than Onassis and Jackie put together. He's gonna marry my special chick this July. But until he does, she's mine all the way. As a matter of fact, even after they tie the old knot, she's gonna belong to me. She keeps telling me it won't be that way, but even as she says it, she knows I'm in charge. No fifty-year-old geezer can take her from me if I don't want it that way. Dough or no dough. Really.
"She's just a fucking kid. She admits to twenty-three, but I know she's trying to make herself seem older so the age difference between them won't be too much. I've eaten enough gash to know age just by taste. She's barely past twenty-one at the most!
"The first time I saw Babs, she came in to get her car fixed. But make no mistake about it; this was not going to be the last time. I was all set in my own mind about that! She asked me how long it would take.
"It'll be at least an hour, Miss." I was playing my role as service-station manager to the hilt. "It's not just your battery that's run down. You need a new generator."
"Put one in," she said.
"We will, Miss. But it takes a little time. Now, we can recharge your old battery, but I'd advise against it. A few more days and it'll conk out on you again."
"How much will a new one cost?" She was budget-minded, which made me happy. Some of my best deals with the dollies came around when dough was involved.
"Our top battery retails at twenty-two ninety-five," I said. "But you can charge it if you'd rather. That's really up to you, Miss."
"Fine, fine." She was studying me pretty good, I was up to the test. I was wearing my best outfit. It was-the regular service-station uniform with the blue Levi's, the matching shirt with the insignia, and the neat bow tie. But as manager I went it a little better. I had my jeans cut specially to fit me like a glove. And I made sure the gals knew I was all man by slipping a nice hunk of Kotex into ray jockey shorts so that I had a good-sized bulge under my fly for the ladies to admire. You'd be surprised how important it is to the dollies to check out a guy around the crotch. I've had all the chances in the world to notice this. I don't care if it's just the high school babes who come by after classes for a Pepsi or some old broad who's got a dozen grandkids. Their eyes go to the old fly sooner or later. Cock and balls. It's in their blood. Any guy who doesn't know this is gonna miss out on lots of stuff that's just waiting to be had.
"Babs had on a tight blouse with no bra. Now, lots of chicks don't wear the tit-huggers anymore, but with Babs it was something else. She has these love-jugs the size of a melon. And she's got nipples on the end you could fuck a guy in the ass with. They stuck out so sharp through her blouse I thought the points were gonna cut right through. I almost drooled thinking how those big nipples would fit into my mouth.
"I just can't hang around here for an hour." Babs was frowning. But she still managed to let her eyes flick down to my crotch. I didn't need the Kotex to let her know what a big boy I was. I had that old feeling down there and my love stick was starting to take off.
"I appreciate how you feel about that, Miss," I was the polite service-station manager all the way. "Look ... I have to run into the main part of town to pick up a few special parts. While the boys are fixing your car up, why don't you let me drive you along? It's a lot more fun than just loafing around here!"
"I don't know-" She pretended to be hesitant. I knew better. She liked what she saw in me. She smelled gash-man by now. I don't mean I smell or anything. But a horny guy like me exudes a sort of sexy perfume that the cunts pick up right off. I didn't lose my advantage. I politely took her arm and steered her toward my pickup. She kind of balked a bit when she saw me holding the door of the truck for her.
"What's this?" She scowled at the old buggy like she'd never seen one before.
"It's a truck, Miss." I played dumb, then added with a wistful smile, "It's called a ... well, I hope you'll excuse the expression ... a pickup!"
"We both chuckled over my joke. But I noticed a little spot of color in her cheeks. She was getting pretty fucking aware of my horny self, you can bet!
"This isn't so bad at that," she nodded a short time later as I tooled the pickup toward town.
"Lots of things aren't so bad once you get over your prejudices," I said.
"Prejudices?" she asked. I knew she was studying me as I drove along. I could feel her eyes flicking clown to my crotch where the Kotex pad was getting awful crowded by my cock. I was building up a good head of steam. I didn't answer, and she pressed me for more info. "Prejudices like what, for instance?"
"We're all hung up," I said. "Some of us are hung up on political things. Others got a religious kick going. And then, lots of people have funny ideas on one of the most important things of all."
"What's that?" I let her prod a bit more.
"Sex," I said, and left it dangling.
"I think we're all getting better adjusted to it." She said it very softly.
"I don't!" I again cut my talk short.
"Now, I've got to admit one thing. I didn't really have anything definite in mind, as far as the way I was going to get to her-or into her, if you know what I mean. There wasn't any fucking strategy to my manner of going about as far as getting into a gal's panties went. I always played it by ear. You could practically call me an impromptu pussy-eater.
"I learned a long time ago that it was best not to set out with some big deal all outlined to a t. It don't work. The minute a guy starts out that way he gets all screwed up-instead of getting the girl screwed. You can't really figure broads that close until you've got your tongue-or whatever-in them. Things change during a session. One second everything looks like it's going according to Hoyle, the next minute a big switch comes along. Little things fuck up a sure-fire deal every time. So, me? I just set my eyes on a good-looking cunt and start the old ball rolling. Then, let come what may. And, boy, when they come, do they come!
"Now, of course, there are times when a ploy about sex like the one I used with Babs falls totally flat. Like the gal turns around and walks away-probably to the nearest ladies' room where she slides a couple of fingers up her cunt and rubs herself off thinking about what you might feel like inside her. Or she may slap you, or even tell you to go fuck yourself. With gals like that you can still get them eventually to spread their legs wide for you, but it will usually take much longer time-and probably more money. Which, really, makes it not worth the trouble.
"Babs was up tight on my little hint at sex. She started probing and wondering just what I meant by people being all up in knots over love. She pointed out that all the magazines and movies were showing sex just the way it was in real life.
"Not quite, Miss, not quite ... " I steered the old pickup through a cluster of cars at an intersection, and as I cut the wheel sharply, the move threw her against me. I could feel one of her titties against my arm and the old nipple was up nice and hard.
"I think you're just talking," she said as I headed down the road with no traffic to interfere for the moment. "Lots of people say things with no facts to back up their claims."
"I had her interest up good. I let her prod a bit more and then I started my spiel. It worked on gals in the past and I knew it would work with Babs, too. In no time at all, she was beginning to twitch and wiggle her little butt on the pickup seat.
"All guys got a line of bullshit they throw at a broad when they think they got her on the run. Mine was maybe a little different, I guess, but I'm pretty sure other guys used something along the same path.
"I like to get a chick hooked on the old sex talk. And make no mistake about it, they're all set for it when it comes. I think the fucking gash got cock on their minds from the time they get up to when they plunk the old ass into the sack at night! It's natural. Those great big tits jutting out on their frames ... that big, hot, hairy hole down between their thighs ... and that silky smooth ass ... How else could they feel, huh?
"So, I played it by ear. And my ear done told me to forget all about the parts. At least, auto parts! So I took her to my 'fun-and-games' room at my house, but I told her it was my home shop to get her to come in. She wondered why we were stopping there, and I told her I had to pick up a small generator in the room which had been added on to the rear of my house. I invited Babs in to see my shop, and, boy, was she surprised. It was a regular sex room-with sauna bath and all.
"I put a lot of thought into that floor plan. I figured it was a one-in-a-lifetime investment, so fuck the cost! I got me a book of those old scenes done back in Roman days when the fucking was easy. I got me a nice, broad-minded tile setter and told him to shoot the works. Boy, those old guys had the right idea. The pictures showed everything. Naked babes lying around with great big tits and snatches just waiting to be nibbled on. And while the gals were getting chewed out by the guys, they were taking care of things in their own way. They took the cocks in the mouth ... they sucked the guys' balls ... they clamped their rose-bud lips on the assholes ... armpits ... everywhere! And the guys were all eating pussy, too. And the ones who weren't eating puss were chewing at titties. And the asshole tonguers were hard at it, too. Everybody was chewing ... eating!
"Babs acted like she was offended by the display of sex-play on the tile floor. They all did ... at first. But none of them could keep their fucking eyes off the action the tiles showed.
"I played that tile part pretty smart. I had purposely selected scenes that were not too photographic. I'd chosen some good, old, time-worn representations that were fuzzy and ideal for mosaic reproduction. The subtle hinting at certain erotic actions were just perfect for getting the juices to start churning in the gals' snatches. Some of the cunts that I had up there had made some pretty fucking awkward moves trying to get a better look at the tiles. Like they'd purposely drop items on the floor--their purses, sunglasses, lipstick, one even dropped her panties, later though-so they could bend down to pick them up and thus get closer to the fascinating scenes I had laid out there, wishing, I bet, that they could be layed out there themselves right on the spot. And I used to frustrate the come out of them. I'd play the gallant gentleman but good. I'd pick up the fucking hairpin or curler, or purse-whatever the hell they dropped before they could get to it! I knew that the longer they were being built up, the better would the final payoff be between their legs ...
"Another thing I wanna say about my floor and all the gals that've been on it-in more ways than one-is that none of them had ever offended by the sight of the erotic pictures on it. None of them had ever turned around on their heels and left. Oh, some had pretended great shock, but it was a put-on. They stayed, spread, humped, and got eaten but good. But the floor wasn't the only thing about my layout ...
"The floor was this great setup of sixty-nine action and all. I had the walls of the place done in knotty pine. That's the greatest for steam rooms. It can breathe. Tile's good only for flooring. I know this is so because I checked it out with experts from Finland and those Scandinavian countries. Also, the tub was made of wood. You can get 'em tile or metal, but the real McCoy stuff is always wood. The closer to nature the better.
"I had the guy who fixed up the wood walls and the tub make me this great rubbing table. It was seven feet long and five feet wide-bigger than a regular bed. And I had it set up on real strong legs. I knew I was going to go through a lot of humping and tossing with the chicks up there on top. I didn't want to come down some hectic session like old fucking humpty-dumpty or nothing! No, sir. You could put five hundred pounds on top of my table and jump up and down and sideways till your ass was blue, but you wouldn't have to worry about coming down on your noggin onto that hard tile floor. I gave it a lot of thought. Every fucking little detail of that old sauna-room was really worked out. I even had the little extra touch for those that liked that route-the switches.
"You ever had a real Finnish sauna bath?" I put it to old Babs like that. She admitted she hadn't. She was sure having a hard time trying not to stare at the fun shown on my tile floor. I told her to slip behind the screen set up at one end for shy young ladies like herself and to undress. She started to argue, but her heart wasn't in it. She was ready, boy-believe me! I steered her right over to the screen and shoved her in back of it.
"I really don't have time for this," she called out from behind the screen. But even as she was saying it, I could hear her getting out of that blouse and that skintight pair of slacks. I turned on the steam pipes high so they'd be working by the time she eased her ass from back of the screen. And I also wiggled out of my clothes and wrapped a big towel around my crotch. But that didn't help. My old cock was up ready for flag day.
"I wish you could've seen the build on this doll. She wasn't big in the usual way. She wasn't exactly slim or nothing like that, but what was there was all gal! She had one of those cute, round bellies that just beg for a guy to run his tongue up her navel. Her tits were big, but not that moo-cow big. They were out there straight and proud, and even the towel couldn't hide those pointy nipples. And her hips filled out the covering around them just right, Man ... I got a real tongue-on just looking at her through that steam and all. I thought my old cock was gonna knife right through the towel I was wearing.
"Okay, sugar," I whispered as I stationed her under one of the shower heads. "Start peeling," She hesitated so I yanked the towel off her and turned on the cold water.
"A razor-sharp spray of water shot out in a long, thin, needlelike spray that struck that lovely nude cunt square on the back and shoulders. Man. I mean to tell you, she was one surprised, turned ons screaming chick right then.
"Stop it!" she gasped as soon as the scream left her mouth. The ice-cold blast of water must've jolted her into near insensibility. She made a hopeless try to get out from under the jet of spray, but I seized her in my powerful arms and crushed her cold naked body against mine, rubbing my hard on against the crease of her soaking wet butt. She struggled with me until the towel fell off and revealed to her the state of my pussy-plower.
"Of course, by then the initial shock of the change of temperature was over at this stage, too, and Babs must have found her body adjusting to the biting chill of the cascading spray and to the burrowing pressure of my cockhead against her ass. Her taut nerves began to relax a little and she lessened her struggles. But I took no chances. I kept my cock against her twitching behind. Then I moved my hands to her tits and began kneading them, twirling the cold-shrunken but hardened nipples between my fingers. I nibbled on her neck and earlobes, then jammed my tongue into her ear. There was no question that she knew what was coming-more or less, I mean, you know, I'm sure she figured that I was going to ram my whanger into her cunt and rub us off into oblivion.
"I could feel the fucking heat coming from her silky skin under all that icy water. Me? I was used to the cold route and I could adjust easily. Matter of fact, I took ice-cold showers every morning just to keep in trim.
"Anyway, I kept my old love-lock on Babs as I soaked up the heat from her smooth curves. I could feel that sweet little old belly against my own. And I could feel that big black thatch of pussy hair merging with my own fuzz. And let me tell you about those tits of hers. The nipples were up like two small bananas. They were jamming right into my rock-hard chest like hot spikes. I wanted her to shove them clear through me so they'd come out on the other side!
"Okay, baby ... soak your little ass in here for a few minutes and see what it does for your temperature!" I told her.
"The fucking goose bumps popped out all over her body, but she liked the soothing heat a hell of a lot more than she had the cold route. I moved up and into the hot water near her. The old hot water really did the trick. I could feel my own muscles relaxing under the penetrating warmth. Babs was still half dazed by all that had happened. But she was coming back to life. Her eyes were half-closed as she floated in the terrific heat. I eased a little closer to her and she wasn't afraid now. Not that she really had been at any time. The only shock she had was that ice-cold water hitting her naked ass. I floated closer and my mouth slipped down to her two big tits which were sticking up couple of hot volcanoes. I caught one of the hard nipples between my hungry lips and started kissing it. She made no move to stop me. They never did, once I got this far. I liked the taste of her nipples with the blazing hot water bathing them. I kissed and sucked and licked both of her titties in turn. I tongue-lashed them up even harder and higher. In a few moments I had them pointing to the roof just like a couple of surfacing subs.
"I had plenty of time ahead to dive for the old clam. All I wanted at this point was to get her good and hot for the fun coming up.
"I always played this part cool. I didn't rush to reach her beautiful ass. I had to hold back, but I forced myself. Too much hurrying spoiled everything at these times. Half the fun in the whole thing was the old buildup. That's where so many young guys lose out. I decided I'd give her a good massage.
"Hell, I could hammer out sounds on a naked broad's ass that made you think a fucking tap dancer was at work on a hardwood floor! My next move was to stop the slapping for a few seconds and catch the neck and shoulder muscles in my fingers. Now, my hands are strong. I don't go in for that weight-lifting crap or anything, but I just happened to be blessed with powerful fingers. And all the exercise I gave 'em only helped to build 'em even better. But I didn't overdo the muscle bit. I dug my fingers in just far enough to reach the nerve centers hidden down under the old muscle layer. It almost pained the gal, but not really. Instead, that powerful pressure brought the same glow a broad would get out of a good swallow of French brandy.
"I wanted the old sweat to start coming from the chick, and boy, you'd be surprised how much sweat a young chick can generate once she starts really unfolding. No guy ever could produce the sweet juice like a young babe. They don't have to be fat slobs, either. The slimmest broad can exude more love juice when she's warmed up than a guy could sip in a week.
"Man, that was what it was all about. That sweat. Everything I was doing was geared to get the old sweet stuff pouring out of her smooth skin. This doll's body was starting to glow like a fucking red-hot poker by now, and I was up like a rod from just thinking of all the fun ahead. But I wasn't about to spoil the thrill just yet. This love business. Half of it is just building it all up. I don't go for this bit about getting the chick oiled up and then shoving the old pajolicker up into her to blow the load. That's defeating the whole fucking purpose. Anticipation ... that's my secret. That's why I got half the dollies in town drooling after me!
"Anyway, I turned next to my willow switches. They were slightly thicker than a pencil and about three to four feet in length. The leaves were not all off the slim branches, and this was an added bonus for the dollies.
"I smacked Babs across the cheeks of her lovely pink ass and it got results. She liked the easy, flicking blow, but she was up-tight about whipping. She lifted her head to stare at me in doubt."
"Hey! What's with the whipping bit?" she asked.
"Relax, sugar, relax." I shoved her head back down. "I'm not going to hurt you. This is just a body-toner to get the circulation flowing in your ever-lovin' young form!"
"She eased up and I began a nice, steady beat with the switches across her neck and shoulders. The contact was just right. Not too hard, not too easy. It stung a little, sure, but not enough to be really painful. It was that exciting little snap that goes with fucking and the rest of it. I lowered the point, of contact each time I hit down. Every blow dropped lower and lower until the branches were flicking directly on her silky ass. This turned her on. I could see the luscious sweat drops building higher on her. The combo of whipping, nudity, steam, and hot, humid air in the room was taking effect. My banquet, table was almost ready for my hungry lips, tongue, and mouth. But I still had a way to go before I turned on the chomping.
"I played my little whip-master role to perfection. I could smell the heady aura of her pussy flow as Babs picked up the thrilling beat of my switches. I played the slender sticks down all the way to her feet. Here, I picked up the tempo and the contact between skin and switch grew more positive. I lashed her toes, soles, and heels into rosy color and then slowly lashed my way back up along her rounded legs and her full thighs to concentrate on her lovely, rounded ass.
"Dig it now, sweet?" I whispered huskily as I maintained my steady, caressing whipping action.
"Don't stop ... ever!" Babs was panting from the lust that I had built into her body.
"Say when." I was willing, but I was also ambitious. "Turn over on your back," I told her.
"Babs complied and I halted my strokes briefly as she maneuvered into the position I requested. Her act caused her lovely, great jugs to jiggle entrancingly, and I drank in her naked beauty hungrily as I waited. My eyes rested in anticipation upon the huge thatch of pubic hair that protected her hot gash.
"Hit me again, please." Babs was hot by now, man. "Harder this time ... "
"I followed her "orders." I began the switching action once more. My blows were aimed at her taut boobs that begged for the contact. I deftly aimed the lashes at her huge, brown-tipped nipples, and every time the willow landed, flashing streaks of erotic excitement were created in the by-now panting Babs. The impact of the branches grew sharper as the tips landed on her sensitized tits, but the sound was even more exciting. Babs closed her eyes ever tighter as I began deliberately lashing my path down toward her blazing loins.
"Harder, harder, harder," Babs pleaded in gasping little cries without opening her eyes.
"When I saw her all built up like that, it got to me, too. I cooled the switching bit. I don't dig too much of it. Just enough to get my gash all set for the final curtain, that's all.
"I put aside the switches and began kissing her inflamed nipples and sucking the hot sweat that flowed from under the heavy folds at the base. I licked, tongued, sucked, and chewed at the entire breast area, then eased off to her armpits where there was an even richer flow of hot sweat. Hungrily, I lapped it all up and then guided my face down toward her navel.
"I didn't drop my mouth right down to her cunt at this stage. She expected it, but that was my little trick. I lightly skipped over the old twat-hole and started licking at her inner thighs and down to her knees and calves. I worked all the way to her toes where I kissed and sucked on each one. Then, I slowly started the return journey back up. I took my sweet time. She was dripping wet with hot sweat and that was the name of the game with me. I could live on that sweet stuff if I had to. Too bad it doesn't have the vitamins and crap that regular food has. My grocery bill would be cut to zero, believe me!
"So I focused my mouth directly upon her gash. I lapped and kissed at her outer area until Babs nearly passed out from the exciting play. I let my tongue tickle her clitoris into a frenzy, and she was soon thrashing in uncontrollable lust.
"Okay," I gasped, lifting myself from the heavenly cradle of her loins. "Sit on my fucking face, baby!"
"Quickly, I positioned myself alongside the girl on my back. She eagerly squatted over my face and her dripping wet pussy engulfed my mouth. Instantly, my long, hot tongue began darting far up into her body to arouse the flow even more. Her womanly liquids began creaming my entire face as I fanned her into near-hysteria by my excruciatingly penetrating tongue. I hungrily swallowed her milky offerings and, just as she began her tremendous orgasm, I pulled her hand to my enormous penis so that she could jack me off as she experienced her massive climaxes."
Gary H. followed pretty much the same pattern in his sexual behavior. He varied his approach, depending upon the target in sight, but, once he had the girl aroused and ready for his orality, he conducted his campaign to ultimate orgasm in a prescribed fashion. It invariably concluded in the same way: the girl sitting on his face while he performed cunnilingus. This way, with the hot steam swirling around them, the sweat rolled down her body, bathing him in its salty deliciousness. While this was happening, he either masturbated himself or had the girl reach down and around to masturbate him.
He was quite happy with his life and wasn't confused about what he would continue to do or why he did it. His revelations proved that he felt oral sex was fun and he wanted to get as much of a piece of the action as possible for as long as it pleased him. His firm belief was that there simply was nothing wrong with his obsession concerning the all-out flow of female perspiration and his ravenous taste for it.
Right or wrong, it is an attitude as valid as many others today, possibly more than the views many other human beings adopt toward sexuality where guilt complexes make it impossible for them to enjoy sexual relationships -even in the sanctity of marriage.
It is quite enough to accept his theories on face value and consider his views to be those of a handsome young man "doing his thing his own way," and gaining joy from it all.
Gary's views were simple, but basic: He revealed that he felt we should all be free to love and gain sexual release as we pleased, as the moment suited us, as our sexual drives demanded.
CHAPTER Three: Lip Service
"Brenda and I had been out with a couple of guys that night. We found them to be drips. We begged off early and sent them on their way home. We were in Brenda's apartment putting down guys and telling each other that no date at all was better than a date with some jerk.
"Somehow, we were both sitting closer on the divan, not touching but near enough to do it if we wished. That's when I realized two important things. First, that I wanted to hold Brenda's lovely, young body in my arms, and secondly, that I was going to. I sensed right there that we were going to make love that night.
"I made the first pass. I reached out and touched her hand lightly as she rested it on her knee. She was wearing a short skirt and it revealed lots of smooth thigh. Brenda was built beautifully. Slender, but with full tits and nice long legs that were designed to wrap around a girl's face. I noticed she trembled when my fingers trailed along her hand and I moved them on up to her arm.
"Sharon-" She was starting to say something as I moved my hand right up toward her cute tits. I couldn't help myself then. I pulled her lovely body up against mine. She stiffened but didn't fight back. She was poised, for a nineteen-year-old chick. We stared into each other's eyes for a second and then our lips locked in our first kiss. In two seconds the kiss developed into the French style. Our tongues flicked back and forth and we both turned on big.
"Your lips, Sharon," Brenda broke the contact, "they're so different from a man's!"
"I know." I found the words coming out huskily. "And your lips are something else! They're so soft and warm." I pressed my mouth down hard on hers again and then I really let my hands rove as I French-kissed with new passion.
"I was the aggressor, which was only right. I was three years older, and in mental ways I'd say I was even further ahead of Brenda. She was a lovely girl but not overloaded with mentality, if you follow. Anyway, I started squeezing her beautiful tits and slowly forced her back onto the divan. Then I got on top as I kept running my hands all over her frame. All the time this was going on, I kept shooting my hot tongue in and out of her mouth, and she kept taking it. Finally, I knew I had her ready.
"This is too much, Brenda!" I pulled up and away. "Let's get undressed!"
"She wasn't about to argue. She stripped down to the buff in about ten seconds fast. I didn't let my eyes take in too much of her lovely young form until I was naked. Then, I turned to drink it all in. I had to gasp for breath at the sight. I'd seen lots of sharp girls, but Brenda had to be the greatest. She had a voluptuous body that you'd never expect when you saw her in clothes. I couldn't quite believe those creamy, symmetrical curves. In dress, she looked slim. But once the fabric was removed, the rich flow of womanhood seemed to expand.
"She stood proud and lovely for my gaze. I was pleased to note that her own eyes were roving up and down my body. Now, I couldn't compare to her. But I wasn't too bad, either. Even though I've got rather broad shoulders and fairly flat hips, I'm still womanly in appearance. My tits are nice and high and my ass doesn't have that rock-hard look so many girls of my type are affected with. One difference between Brenda and me, though, sort of startled me. She had the thickest, bushiest crop of pubic hair I ever saw. I could lose my whole face in that thatch with little effort. I was amazed how all that hair turned me on.
"I moved swiftly up and practically threw my body at her. We embraced hard and I clamped her so tightly to me that she could hardly breathe. I pulled her down to the thick rug instead of the divan this time and she didn't protest. Even if she had wanted to, it wouldn't have done her much good. My mouth was all over her-kissing her on the lips, ears, neck, and tits. I hungrily took one of her nipples in my mouth and began gently nibbling. She cried out so loud that I was worried the tenants next door might hear her. But I didn't stop. I began sucking her entire breast into my oral cavity. I pressed down so hard as I did this that she had the full impression of my chin and teeth against her.
"I had lower aims than just her tits, though. I wanted the goodness of that big, bushy crotch. I began dropping my mouth lower down along her smooth belly. I licked and sucked like mad as I aimed for the navel. Once I found it, I began flicking my tongue in and out just the way a guy would shoot his prick into a pussy.
"Brenda spread her thighs wide. She knew what was coming her way next. I headed down lower. My hot tongue was licking little designs on her silky thigh just inches short of that big forest which was exuding heat like a blast furnace.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck," Brenda was gasping the words out as she wiggled her hips trying to induce me to stop teasing and put my tongue where she wanted it the most. But I skillfully avoided this contact. I wanted to build her higher before that great moment came.
"Then, with a swift lunge, my thick tongue was wedging between the outer lips of her cunt, probing, thrusting, moving in and out and around. Brenda was prepared in one way, I know, but in another way, she really wasn't quite ready for what I was giving her. She reached down and caught the back of my head to try to draw me even further up into her blazing hole.
"I cooperated fully. I pushed my face harder up into her crotch. The big bush of hair was tickling my nostrils and cheeks, and that only sent me higher. Brenda threw her lovely, creamy thighs wider apart-as far as they would go, nearly perpendicular to her body. I had the thrilling feel that if she spread far enough, I might get my whole head up inside her blazing snatch. I was so excited by it all that the whole room seemed to be spinning as I kept eating away at Brenda's womanhood.
"Then, I realized that my demanding lips and tongue were taking their toll. Brenda started climaxing. But this was no ordinary orgasm. She reached a high peak and seemed to stay there. Really. I don't know if it was what you'd call a multiple climax or what. Probably it was. A lot of images came to my mind as her fiery juices laved my face and mouth: ecstasy, joy, pleasure, lust,, desire, heaven ... but all were inadequate to describe what was taking place inside me and my lovely young partner, Brenda.
"The smoothness of her young buttocks became more apparent to me as her crotch opened wider and wider to assimilate my orality. I also found my nostrils were being absorbed by another thrilling area. Brenda's anal opening was responding to the erotic thrill of my lashing tongue within her vagina and suddenly, I had the ecstatic joy of discovering my nose sucked up into the heady wonders of Brenda's asshole. I almost smothered under the confining influence of the huge, hot, wet vagina and demanding ass. But I was all the more aroused by the double treat. I began alternating my tongue from pussy to ass.
"I had no idea a young girl could emit as much 'come' as Brenda was showering upon my face. She creamed all the time I was eating her out and as she underwent one orgasm after the other. I finally wanted some of what I was giving her. I pulled up and got around on top of her with my own snatch on her face. She was ready for me. And now, we were in the old, established sixty-nine position of legend. I found my own tongue and licking action grew even more vicious as Brenda's lips and suction began pulling at my pussy. Our thighs constricted as we lapped, sucked, licked, bit, chewed, tongued, and kissed each other's pussy. Long after we had soaked up every possible bit of moisture from our blazing cavities, we just lay with our faces still buried in the hairy holes of each other-simply inhaling the wonderful aroma of hot cunt. I'll never forget that experience if I live to be a thousand ... "
Sharon L. was just two years under thirty when she first visited a psychiatrist to relate her own personal history. She earned a better-than-average living as buyer for a large department store and, on the surface, had everything any young woman could want. Except a husband. But Sharon didn't particularly want a man, not even as a lover.
Instead, Sharon had made a considerable study into another field of human contact. She had researched the area of lesbianism thoroughly and knew aspects of it that even a trained sexologist would have found difficult to attain. And she derived great pleasure in proving that many, many thousands of women before her had gained their greatest sexual release with others of the same sex.
Surveys have indicated that one out of five women in the United States has had deliberate and conscious relations with at least one other woman. One expert estimated that one woman of every fifteen is an active, practicing lesbian, a figure that becomes even more surprising when we consider that this also includes women who are married to a male.
The lesbian's history, like the nymphomaniac's, usually reveals a missing or totally inadequate father. The difference in their case histories seems to be the mother. Typically, the lesbian's mother was too much in the picture. She was overly dominant, overly protective, overly critical, overly jealous, and, simply, "overly" everything.
This was not so in Sharon's case. Her mother and father seemed to be very average. They permitted their attractive daughter no more nor no less than most families. Sharon, herself, had reasons for her pursuit of other women.
She claimed that the thought of male dominance was too traumatic for her and that she couldn't gain a true enjoyment of the sex act in a heterosexual pattern.
The real reason for her particular deviation came to light in the final analysis: Sharon preferred young girls. She liked to mouth their extremities. The delicate shape of fingers, the sweetness of toes with their painted nails, the erotic feel of a stiffened nipple, the tenderness of a pierced earlobe, and the young smoothness of buttocks and anal entry-all these areas were the targets of Sharon's seeking mouth. All this was brought out as she unfolded the account of her relationship with Eva M.
"I almost forgot about all other young girls a short while ago. And for me that really meant something. Young girls turned me on like crazy. And they knew it. You'd be surprised how many so called 'sweet young things' paraded their charms before me to get things rolling. I had a steady parade of beautiful, youthful sex partners-one of them was thirteen, but I found that the more developed ones were more satisfying.
"When a girl's too young, she lacks tits and that lovely fullness down around the crotch that a dedicated lesbian like myself needs. Oh, I grant you, there's a certain freshness about a girl who's just coming into womanhood, but that still doesn't compensate for the heady delights of a voluptuous pair of tits and a fiery furnace between the legs. No, I like "em young, ail right, but that 'youth' means something closer to voting age!
"Lots of girls had charged me up in the past, as I said, but none like Eva, She had been hired for the house wares department and wasn't a day over seventeen, which was unusual in our store-at least for this time of the year. Normally, the only really young girls who were hired came on around the holidays or summer vacation. And this was the fall season. There had to be a reason, which I soon found out by a discreet check of the records down in the employment office. Eva, it developed, had only been married a few months. Her husband, Ricky, was a premed student and was attending the university just outside town. He was working his way partly by filling in nights at a gas station, but that still wasn't enough. Which is why Eva was dangled before my hungry eyes.
"And I began a systematic campaign to seduce the beautiful young girl. First, I arranged a chance meeting in the cafeteria, and then I conducted a very thorough strategy to bring things around to the stage for action.
"You remind me so terribly much of my young sister back home in Indiana," I told Eva as we shared lunch together.
"Indiana!" Eva almost choked. "Why, that's where Ricky's from! He was born and raised there. He starred in football at Fort Wayne and that's how he got his football scholarship here at the university!"
"He certainly must have been a great player to have them bring him clear across the country to play for the university," I said. What I didn't say was that I had no sister in Indiana-or anyplace else. I knew from research at the employment office in the store precisely why Eva and Ricky were living where they were. And the records were just full enough to reveal little details such as the background of the store employee's family. Like so many establishments that offer little in salary or career, the store was inordinately fussy about its workers and insisted on far more background details than were really necessary. But it was all to my good in cases such as Eva's. I needed the ammunition to wage a comprehensive campaign of seduction.
"I invited Eva and Ricky over whenever it was feasible. Due to his schedule of classes and work at the service station, it wasn't too simple. But I had to play it cool until things were more advanced.
"Like an art collector who goes through life-picking up fine works of art that appeal to him, then suddenly sees one painting or piece of statuary that strikes him just right-that's the way it is with me. He develops a grand passion for the one item that occupies his every waking hour. He pursues it relentlessly and isn't satisfied until he attains the goal. He will do anything to bring him nearer to what he seeks. Only I collect beautiful, young girls. Or, if you prefer the street jargon, I collect beautiful, young cunt!
"If my comparison between the female vagina and a work of art is baffling, it shouldn't be. Some people look at an Andrew Wyeth painting and find great beauty in it. Others turn to harsher and cruder representations, such as Andy Warhol and Picasso produce for their gratification in artistic expression. Some lesbians find great reward in a woman's breast. The rich, smooth curves please their sense of design and form. I enjoy a good pair of breasts myself, but that still doesn't answer my real need. I find my own particular delight in something more earthy. The crotch. There is true beauty as far as I'm concerned. The rich hair that surrounds the vaginal entry. The luscious folds of the vagina itself. The subtle and inspiring shades of color that go into the entire structure of the female sexual base-those heady reds, purples, and browns of the vagina lips ... That is what I call sheer poetry in flesh! No painting has ever been created that can even start to match the exciting flow of color and design to be found in a young girl's cunt!
"The other part of a young girl that turns me on is her rectum. I love the anal portion almost as much as I do the cunt. There's been too much scorn in the past about the anal area. Perhaps, because it's associated with defecation and "unclean" things. Well, crap! An asshole is one of the loveliest parts of a girl's body. There's a certain simple beauty about it that can't be denied. The rich, dark browns around the opening; they vary in tone from burnt sienna to milk chocolate. And the sensitive folds of the skin leading into the anal tract. They remind me of a lovely ravine in some secluded glade ...
"But, getting back to my seduction of Eva. There was this annual all-star game played in the Hula Bowl at Honolulu. Ricky had earned the right to represent his university and this meant an all-paid tour of ten days for the great spectacle. The expenses did not include the wives of the players, which meant that Eva would have to see the game over television rather than in person.
"I set the stage beautifully for my seduction of Eva. The first weekend of Ricky's absence, I cornered Eva and invited her to spend the entire Saturday and Sunday at my place. I smoothly glossed over the doubts she might have had by maintaining that I felt uneasy about her being all alone in their apartment with Ricky away.
"You're a very lovely young lady, Eva," I praised, "and there are too many eager men around lately just waiting for a chance at some unprotected young thing like you. No, I'd feel a whole lot better about Ricky's absence if I knew you were absolutely in no danger ... "
"I didn't let her suspect that the greatest danger to her happily married household was my eager hot tongue and ravenous lips. She'd find out all about that in short order once I had her under my roof, believe me!
"Eva fell for the story I gave her. There had been a series of 'peeping Tom' forays in the area and all this led to her acceptance of the offer.
"I was so emotionally stirred about the mere idea of having that luscious young thing alone with me in my place that I couldn't think of another thing. I didn't even crave pussy from my regular partners. I wanted to save my best efforts for the ravishingly lovely Eva. I hadn't seen her with her clothes off, but I could already envision what she would look like. She had the full, smooth legs I liked in my girls. Not one fraction of an inch too heavy. And the exciting way her thighs flowed into her firm buttocks. Even the rather conservative skirts she wore couldn't quite conceal the rich curve of anal loveliness hidden beneath the fabric. The era of the miniskirt was over but we still had the good sense not to completely disguise our girls' legs with too much skirt length. So, I had a fairly reasonable idea of what Eva's crotch was going to be like when I got down to it. And get down to it, I was most assuredly going to do! Once I set my sights on a young girl, I never missed. Eva was in the bag and I knew it. All I had to be careful of at this point was to not let her become aware of my supreme confidence. That just could scare off a loyal young wife!
"I had taken elaborate preparations otherwise. I had the house spotlessly clean when Eva arrived.
"I let Eva drink in the charm of my place while I drank in her own appeal. I showed her to the guest room I kept for special visitors such as herself. It was Friday evening and I had warned her not to dine until later. I was prepared to serve a very rewarding dinner in return for the appetizing dish I was going to enjoy shortly after.
"While Eva freshened up and changed into something more fitting for the occasion, I took advantage of the interlude to slip into more comfortable garb, I selected a costume I had used with signal success in other seductions.
"It was none of this "bull-dyke" stuff for me, I knew what my strong points were and I capitalized on them. I stripped nude and then donned a Japanese kimono of very thin silk. I cinched it in tightly around my waist, creating the illusion of an extremely narrow waist. But the best part of the kimono was that it accented my breasts. My breasts aren't big, but they stand up and ask to be counted. And I have good nipples which never fail to erect up nice and hard when they contact smooth, thin material. A minor fetish, I guess. Not one solitary stitch else except for a pair of embroidered sandals. I checked my appearance in the full-length mirror and it was rewarding. I could see my sensuously curved belly under the robe. It lent me a tremendously sexy look. I started getting hot just studying my own reflection. I was close to my target and I knew it with unerring instinct, an instinct that had rarely been wrong! I got so enraptured. I barely had time to beat my guest out to the living room.
"I called through the closed door to instruct my visitor to be sure to change into something truly informal and relaxing. I tossed one remark off casually that meant more than Eva suspected.
"We're just folks here, Eva! Why don't you skip panty-hose and shoes. Walk around in your bare feet. It'll help relax you!"
"Eva called back an agreement and that stirred me even more. I loved my young girls when they revealed their pretty feet. The sweetness of their shapely toes turned me on with great desire. Now, another important step was undertaken. The preparation of the drink to be served.
"I had made a study of alcohol's effects on people. I learned that the male reacted differently to alcohol. One or two drinks aroused the man. But when he had more, he reacted negatively. He actually lost his sexual potency. But it wasn't that way with girls. And especially young girls. They got more charged up with the extra drinks. I had mastered the art of mixing one drink that knocked my young lovers right off their feet. I purchased the finest vodka I could buy. Cheaper grades didn't work as well because they revealed their presence by a slightly bitter aftertaste. The next step was to pour a small water glass nearly full of the good vodka. This usually meant a minimum of four ounces. That's the equivalent of two full bar glasses ... or, in other words, two shots. Then, I carefully poured a little pear-juice on top of the vodka to disguise the potent liquor. The pear-juice had to be ice cold or it lacked the protective coating I wanted. This was a perfect drink for my purposes. The double vodka was potent enough to lower any young girl's resistance, yet she was completely unaware that her system was taking in such a copious draught because the icy, bland pear-juice thoroughly hid the potent vodka taste.
"I nearly forgot my drink preparation when I had my first good glimpse of the lovely young Eva as she reappeared after making her change. Her fresh young loveliness aroused me more than any single conquest to that date.
"I almost dropped the drinks I had prepared in the kitchen when I brought them out just as Eva came into view. I've seen lots of lovely young girls, but Eva was the greatest. She had let her lovely hair down and it cascaded around her shoulders in a beautiful flow of color and motion. When I had told her to go informal, she really took me up. She was wearing an outfit I had never seen before. It was of pale blue and looked like a Russian cossack blouse. Something told me she wasn't wearing panties under it and that turned me on sky-high. I could tell she had no bra on under it, either, by the way her nipples cut through the thin material.
"I found myself choking up at sight of Eva in her revealing wear. Her legs looked great in pantyhose and pumps, but when she bared them, they looked even more exciting. The feet of a pretty girl always fascinated me. The girl may be slender, but she always has nice, wide feet. Her toes are invariably spaced to reveal the smooth skin between them. They never have that cramped look that even the most outdoorsy type of male has. Maybe it's the heavy shoes that men wear, I don't know. But nine times out of ten a girl has wider feet than her husky male partner! And Eve had the most luscious-looking legs I've ever seen in all my life to match those lovely feet. And her thighs! I almost choked as I saw that smooth creamy flesh flashing from under her Russian blouse. My tongue seemed to thicken with anticipation at the mere thought of flicking up into that heavenly valley of young softness.
"What kind of drink is this?" Eva studied the glass I offered her. I was careful that she got the glass with the double dosage of vodka. My own was mostly pear-juice with just the hint of vodka to make it seem the same as hers. The coloring of the pear juice completely disguised the potency of Eva's glass.
"It's just a very different mix that I made up," I said in all truth. I'm reasonably sure no one ever served the unbalanced combination just as I did. "Try it, Eva. It does wonders for the nerves!"
"Eva sipped gingerly at it. She liked the smooth taste of the icy blend. The vodka was so covered by the bland pear juice that she was hardly aware of any alcohol whatsoever.
"My, this is good!" She sipped more liberally. I pretended not to be watching as closely as I was. I knew she had only to drink down three-quarters of it and she would be fairly well stimulated. Past experience had proven that even expert drinkers reacted quickly to the potent vodka. That's why I stressed only the top quality. It did the trick.
"I had to fight to keep my hands off her as we sat close to one another on the divan. I concentrated on my harmless glass of diluted vodka to get my mind off more thrilling matters ... such as my darting tongue far up into that beautiful young girl's vagina.
"In remarkably short order, we had both finished our drinks. Eva was reacting just as I knew she would. Her color had risen considerably and she had drawn her legs up under her. This did wonderful things for her thighs. I could see flashes of her smooth buttocks and my instinct had been right. She was not wearing panties under the blouse! I could feel the tremendous heat generating in my loins as I savored this fact.
"How about one more before dinner?" I took her glass and got up to fill it. Eva demurred on the grounds that she never drank much. I scoffed at this argument. I told her that such a mild drink as the one she was enjoying wasn't really a drink at all. She agreed. She stated that she had been unable to even detect any alcohol taste at all.
"I swiftly prepared the drinks in the kitchen after warning her to just stay as she was. I didn't want her spying in to see just how much vodka actually went into her glass. I was too close to success now to mess things up. My heart was beating like a trip-hammer as I hurried back to her with the glasses.
"I gave her the drink and sat down near her. This time I was close when I started our drinking. I held up my glass of pear juice.
"To our continued happiness in this wonderful friendship!" She tipped her glass against mine and then sipped liberally from the potent fluid. I knew she was well under the influence by now but every added drop was just that much more security in the project ahead. We sipped at the drinks as we chatted quietly together. I stole glances at her exciting thighs and crotch whenever I could. But I played that part down. If she caught me spying too hungrily at the goodies down there, I would be in jeopardy. Certainly, it would slow the actual seduction down. Even an alcohol-laden girl gets up tight at too obvious a pass!
"In much shorter order now, the last drops went down into Eva's gullet. She was really turned up good. Her cheeks were bright red and her eyes glowed from the stimulus of the vodka she had imbibed. I noticed her breasts were jamming up nice and tight against the thin blouse as she took deep breaths between sentences. Eva was clearly not used to drinking, and the four full shots of vodka had hit her like a sledgehammer. She had lost a great deal of her initial shyness at this point and I was now ready for my kill.
"My, I feel so woozy." Eva was fighting to keep her eyes steady. I had moved closer and our thighs were now touching. I knew the heat from my body was intense and I also knew that it made its imprint on my young lover. I pulled Eva's head to my shoulder and dropped my hand on her knee at the same time. She stiffened momentarily at this sudden contact, the first between us.
"Relax for a minute." I held her firmly against me. I was drooling at the mouth, I was so aroused by her fresh young sweetness. I lifted her face and studied her features a moment. Then, slowly, with infinite deliberateness, I put my lips onto hers. Again, she realized she was headed for deep water and she tried to resist-but I was not stopping at this stage. I fastened my lips tighter against hers, and now my long, hot, wet tongue wedged between her lips and teeth. I shot it down into her throat as far as it would go. Past experience had shown me that a positive, fierce approach lowered all resistance in types like Eva. I was correct. She gasped and made a token struggle to get away, but I was affixed to her open mouth with my own and I began plunging my huge tongue in and out of her oral cavity in perfect mimicry of the sex act between male and female. But no male ever could match my punishing tongue!
"Meanwhile, my roving hand had long left her knee. I was rubbing it upward in smooth caressing strokes along the path of her silky inner thigh. I eased up closer and closer to the promised land and then I felt the first faint fuzz of her sweet crotch. She gasped as my roving fingers felt her slightly engorged organs. Eva was now fully aware of me as her lover. She was lost. She knew it and I knew it. I now used another tactic that sped things up. I released her lips from mine, and whispered into her ear. "I'm going to kiss you, angel."
"But ... but you've already done that!" Eva had trouble getting her words out, partly because of the big dosage of vodka I had gotten into her and partly because of my overpowering sexuality.
"Only on your sweet lips, sweetheart." I purposely let my hot breath fan her into further excitement. My finger was slipping in and then-back out as her sexual lubrication grew greater. I suddenly plunged my finger as far up into her hot wet cunt as it would go. "Here's where I want my mouth!"
"She didn't bother to answer. She simply slumped back so I could get at her. Her bare, smooth buttocks were resting on the divan's edge and she had her left leg raised in a most inviting fashion. I swiftly dropped to my knees and positioned myself between her legs. I stared in reverence at her lovely crotch. It was so hot, it was nearly smoking. Great beads of love juice were building all around the apex and even her silky pubic hairs were glistening from her flow of erotic expression.
"I love you, Sharon, I love you!" Eva was lost at this point. She was gasping the words out so that I had trouble understanding her speech. But even if I had failed to pick up one solitary word, her beautiful cunt told me clearly how she felt. I didn't waste time on words. I raised up her creamy thighs and placed one over each of my shoulders. Then, with my strong hands under her lovely buttocks, I slowly and lovingly raised her pelvic area up to my eager, lips so I could fasten my mouth onto her receptive cunt. I let the contact be merely a whisper. My lips barely brushed the sensitive folds of her wide-open vagina. Then, I tantalized her into near madness by darting my tongue-tip out and flicking the quivering flesh around her big hole.
"Fuck me! Do you hear? Fuck me!" Eva, my precious little bit of primness, was reacting like a hardened whore as I taunted her with my elusive tongue-action. She clamped her thighs tightly around my head to pull me further up inside her blazing tunnel of love. I was surprised at the great strength in her loins. For a slim, young wisp of a girl, she displayed constricting powers that would have done an anaconda justice. I let my mind dwell on the erotic scene of a great snake engulfing me in its constricting folds. Then, I got down to more realistic things. I basked in the tastes and smells of her most vital parts. She was simply pouring sexual lubrication forth as my tongue began shooting into her body in great, driving thrusts.
"My God, Sharon! You're killing me ... killing me!" Eva alternated screams, sobs, and whimpers with wild cries of lust. But these merely heightened my desire.
"I knew I was ready for my fun-part at this point. But I wanted to build little Eva up just a bit more. That's when I turned to my teeth. I probed until I found her clitoris and then I got the exciting little button between my pearly molars. I didn't bite too hard-just hard enough. I performed a sort of quivering, vibrating bit of nibbling on her vital zone that almost drove her mad. She reached her hands down to my hair and tangled her fingers deep into my strands. As she gasped and sobbed her passion, she pulled harder and harder, as though wanting to draw me all the way up into her steaming crotch.
"Don't ever stop! Never! Never!" As if from miles away I could hear Eva's desperate pleas. I was just about to ease up on her vaginal area because I had my own thing to fulfill, but I decided to play her a little longer before I got down to brass tacks. I now darted my tongue around her clit in swift, exciting circles. I meanwhile took advantage of her renewed sexual outpourings to suck up as much moisture as I could between the tonguings. I kept up this exciting treatment on her until I felt her crotch wedging even harder to encompass my seeking orality. She squirmed and groaned, and I felt her body stiffening for an enormous orgasm. That was my cue to withdraw. I pulled free of her mighty thighs despite her best attempts to keep my face up her vagina. As if in a haze, she blinked her eyes open to wonder why I was retreating. I put her straight in a hurry.
"You've had your fun, honey, now it's my turn ... "
"You ... you want me to kiss your ... your thing?" Eva was speaking as if in a dream. But she was up to her fullest heights and she would have eaten any part of me that I wanted, I knew.
"No, sweet, no ... " I patted her tenderly on her little round belly. "You just lay still and let me handle matters. Only one thing is necessary ... " I began tugging her blouse up and over her head. "I want my lunch right out in the open with no encumbrances."
"I almost passed out when I saw her completely naked. Her lovely young tits were up hard and full and the nipples were engorged with passion. I've never seen a more exciting body in my whole life. Her waist was almost too slender-but not quite. And her hips! They curved out in that' sweet roundness that denotes womanhood in its highest state. And I knew what a wonderfully fragrant and sweet anal hole awaited my eager lips.
"Would you do me one favor before you-well, start?" Eva was really up high. Her mouth was open and she was breathing in great gasps. I nodded. I was ready for any and all offers from her. "Would you take off your kimono so I can enjoy your body, too?"
"I was happy to oblige. I uncinched the tight sash that held the thin silken robe to my waist. Then, I postured and posed for her. I knew my own tits were up high and hard. I could feel the erect nipples biting the air. And then I lifted my arms up so my shoulders were revealed in their full strength. At this stage I was playing the male role and I knew that would stir my little lover tremendously. I felt her eyes roving over my broad shoulders, my deep chest and smooth hips. I knew her gaze was riveted to my huge forest of pubic hair and I regretted I had no great penis to jam into her mouth and other apertures. But I never cared for the dildoe bit. I had all the dildoe I needed in my massive and dynamic tongue. Slowly, I let my huge tongue slip out and I circled my nose with the end of it. Then I ran it under my chin to let little Eva know just what lay ahead for her.
"My God," she gasped at the sight of my tremendous tongue. "You mean you put all of that up into me?"
"You know it, doll," I smiled, "And you haven't even felt the full influence of it yet ..."
"I dropped to my knees and moved to take her. Quickly, she lay back with her thighs spread. Eva had forgotten all about her husband. All she wanted was my demanding oral powers. I knew even at this stage that I had replaced her mate forever in her heart. I had taken the love of too many other young married women not to recognize the all-out symptoms of sheer lust.
"But I didn't avail myself of the heady delights offered me by Eva's receptive crotch. At least, not immediately. I concentrated on my partner's toes first. I sampled the exciting sweetness of her pretty feet and painted nails. With infinite tenderness I sucked each toe up into my ravenous mouth and ran my mighty tongue around the luscious skin, After' savoring the goodness of each toe in turn, I moved upward to lick, suck, and nibble at the ankles-then the smooth calves-the knees, and then on upward to the soft, creamy whiteness of the thighs. I concentrated on the inner side of the firm young limbs and aroused Eva to flaming heights with sharper and more possessive bites. I knew precisely how hard to bite to gain fullest response without penetrating the sensitive skin of my panting young victim.
"I worked all over her lower area without actually entering her crotch openings. I had lots of ground to cover before I got back to that. I ran my tongue up into her navel and then to her tits where I nibbled at the nipples until they were like rock. I slipped on upward to her earlobes. I knew how sensitive they could be. Eva gasped and nearly went out of her mind at this action.
"Next, I began my tongue trip back down after turning Eva over on her face. I wanted to enjoy the creamy richness of her smooth back and luscious young buttocks. I licked, sucked, chewed, nibbled, tasted, and gnashed at her cheeks until she was nearly screaming from sheer lust. My key target at this stage was her anal opening. I found saliva streaming down my chin as I imagined the wonderful tastes I would encounter in that beloved valley.
"Like in so many young girls, her asshole was as tight as a coiled spring. But I knew how surprisingly flexible it would become under my lashing tongue. I eased the tip of my tongue into the fragrant cavern entry. I let it soak there for a few seconds. Then, I began wiggling it. Slowly, the musky hole opened a little and instantly I shot a goodly length of my mighty tongue up into the anal tract. I could feel Eva's rectal muscles contract under the powerful thrust of my weapon. I held her silky buttocks tightly with both hands so she could not escape. Not that she wanted to, but I knew the power of my grip would arouse her even more. With relentless force I began wedging more and more of my huge tongue up into the heavenly anal portions of my willing victim. I could smell the exciting aroma of her rectum as my probing tongue worked in great driving thrusts to take all of her charms. Deeper and deeper I went. Finally, I had all of my five-inch length up inside her buttocks. Then, I began flicking the tip of my tongue in a snakelike style to arouse the quivering Eva all the way.
"Most women who eat out the anal area make the mistake of thinking that the best way to penetrate it is to have the partner on her hands and knees and to get at her opening from the back. It's all right that way, but the experts like me know that even deeper penetrations are possible when the girl lies on her back and spreads her thighs wide just as if she were waiting to have a penis or tongue shoved up into her vagina. I had my precious little Eva in just this position and with my enormous tongue I was pounding it up so far into her rectum that she must have felt like it was going to come out of her navel.
"And my anal play sent Eva into the highest levels of erotic excitement. She continued to scream and groan in animal lust as my powerful, long tongue circled and plunged in and out of her anus. Then, when I knew I had built my young sex partner to the key point. I swiftly changed tactics. I pulled my tongue out of the by-now gaping anal entry to switch poses so that my own vaginal tract was over the head of the supine young girl. Then, to make certain that Eva lost none of her passion, I resumed my vaginal tongue and lip action.
"As I felt Eva's fiery pussy creaming, I eased my big, hairy crotch directly onto her lovely, young face. And this is the beautiful part. I let my dripping snatch dangle just a fraction of a tongue from Eva's mouth. And you should have seen how she lunged upward to catch it! Her little tongue was like the stinger of a giant wasp. She kept darting it into all parts of my hot hole and I began reaching a familiar state: multiple orgasm. I creamed so much I could feel all the blazing love-juices slithering from my genitals to my rectum opening. She got even more steamed up when she sensed how I was reacting. It was heavenly. My huge tongue shooting in and out of her gaping hole in perfect time to her own little weapon of delight. She began to mimic my actions. It's odd, but eventually, every one of the young girls I had tried to emulate me. They caught on swiftly, I'll have to admit. But my prim little Eva was the greatest. She nearly devoured me as she found my clitoris and began nibbling on it with her teeth just as I was doing to hers.
"After several complete orgasms we slumped together in peaceful exhaustion. We rested for nearly an hour, locked in each other's arms. Only then, did we get up to have the fine dinner that I had prepared earlier. There was only one slight difference to this little repast over any similar affair. Neither of us bothered to dress. We went through the entire feast in complete nudity.
"As a matter of fact, Eva didn't put on a single item of garb until the next day when we decided to go out for a bit of fresh air. We slept together in my queen-sized bed and I brought her to at least a dozen more climaxes before dawn. By the time she left me to go back home the following Monday, she was deeply infatuated with me. Her secret self was no longer a secret to me. I knew with infinite confidence she was mine. She was a lesbian now, too. It always gave me great pleasure to know I had initiated a young beginner into the only true love act possible for a woman: that between woman-and-woman ... "
Sharon L.'s recital of her successes in the field of lesbian love exemplifies what Freud termed "the artist's predisposition to neurosis and perversion." Sharon gave the psychiatrist a point-blank view of her own self-delusion as she explained her drives. What she was actually attempting to do in her affairs was to make love to her own reflection or image.
Homosexuals such as Sharon usually have psychopathic personalities without realizing it. In many cases such as hers, the subject seeks ceaselessly the psychological and emotional security which she believes she may find through "sexual aid" to others of her own sex. Because of her own confusions in personality, she rarely finds this situation with any one partner and thus the search must continue constantly to appease the insatiable demands of her body.
CHAPTER Four: The Biter
"There's something awfully exciting about looking down at a woman lying on a divan waiting for your next move. She's wondering just what you're about to come up with, what kind of big thrill you're going to give her ...
"I told Zelda that she was the first gal I'd ever tried to make since getting married and how I found her absolutely irresistible. She said she believed me, but she had this funny look on her face that belied the statement. I felt flattered to think she thought I was such a great cocksman.
"I stood there next to the divan, looking down at Zelda, playing out the thrilling little buildup and letting our eyes establish all the intimate touches necessary for the good piece of ass. I let my gaze rove all over that lithe, curved form of hers. She had her skirt hiked up just high enough to show me her creamy thighs and the hint of the lush, rounded ass hidden beneath the fabric. Her eyes had a slightly mocking look as she watched me drinking in her charms.
"I look as good as your wife?" she asked softly.
"You make me think I'm married to a boy," I said huskily. That wasn't really true. My wife Joan, is all woman. Actually, Joan has a better build even now than Zelda. And Zelda is a good five years younger! But Joan was steady stuff to me and Zelda was new gash. Every guy likes a change of pasture now and then, I guess.
"Prove it, honey," Zelda said. "Take off my things and show me you're not just talking."
"I had her stuff off so fast she must've thought I was an ex-fireman. And what she had to offer when she was down to the nude was something else. I stared at her body like I had never seen a naked gal before. I mentally compared her to Joan. Joan has nice, heavy tits. Zelda's tits were not quite as full, but I had to admit to myself that size alone isn't the answer. And Zelda's smaller tits had a strange difference. She had the biggest nipples I'd ever seen. They were nearly an inch long and the brown circles were nearly cup-size. They really made her boobs pop, if you know what I mean.
"I was admiring the naked gal when she suddenly sat up and pulled me to her. She pressed her face against my stomach and began caressing my buttocks with her hands. Then, she began to unzip my fly and tug at my pants. I got the message and began undressing to meet her wishes. In a few seconds I was down to complete nakedness and stood before her as I felt her eyes appraising my manhood.
"I was up hard and I was glad I had a good five-and-a-half inches of hot rod to give her. She seemed pleased and motioned for me to join her on the divan. I didn't delay. We went into an embrace, squirming against one another. My mouth sought hers and she was ready for the big kiss. She almost yanked my tongue loose as I started flicking it into her mouth. It caused my cock to get up so hard against her undulating thighs and groin I was afraid it was going to explode.
"I started sucking her tongue hungrily into my own oral cavity and that turned her on. She began moaning and sobbing as she slid her smooth hands down along my naked side and began seeking my cock. She knew right where it was and her fingertips found the length of my hard shaft with no difficulty.
"Zelda was no beginner with the hand-job routine. She had soft, smooth fingers and she applied just the right pressure as she pumped my cock with long, lingering strokes. She treated my dong like it was the most valuable treasure in the world. I eased my hand to her silky soft buttocks and with the other hand I found her big brown nipple to caress. Our tongues were swapping places and I could feel the hot saliva running down my chin as we sucked and swallowed each other's moisture.
"But her hand never let up on my cock. She wrapped it around the thick shaft and base area of the old rod. Then I felt her other hand encasing the balls, and the two alternated between palming the royal-crown head of my tool and stroking.
"I lowered my hand from her great nipple and slowly eased it down between her thighs to discover the heat of her love pit. She moaned and sighed and pumped at me with greater passion as she hungrily sucked away at my tongue.
"Now!" She abruptly pulled her mouth from mine as she sat on the edge of the divan, thighs spread like great bird wings, pulling my long, thick shaft toward her hairy nest of love. That blazing hot inferno of passion rose high to meet my charge. As her soft fingers eased from my thick rod she gave a deft tug to direct it into the entry area of her steaming crotch.
"Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck!" She lay back, her lovely legs locked around my buttocks and I began to grind my loins at hers like a jungle beast at its mate. I could hear the juicy slurpings of our sexual organs merging into the fierce rhythm of love. Again, her eager lips sought mine and we began tongue-fucking each other to match the lush action below. I could feel her convulsive spasms building higher and higher as she readied to take my come. I tried to hold back, but she was too insistent. She sucked at my tongue and nearly pulled it loose from its base as she inexorably tightened her thighs around my hips. I was amazed at the enormous strength in her slender limbs.
"I'm going to have to come!" I yanked my lips from her savagely sucking mouth. I was gasping as I panted my warning.
"Don't talk!" She panted, pulling me back to her fiery oral cavity. Just before her lips closed savagely over mine, she gasped her encouragement. "Come like you never came before! And keep coming ... coming ... "
"I did as she instructed. I had no choice. I stiffened like a man in his death throes and then I shot my load of love full into her receptive maw. I humped in tremendous fury at her loins, and I must have plunged my full length in and out a dozen or more times as the seething orgasm nearly ripped out my intestines.
"As our pleasure slowly ebbed away, we relaxed. But it wasn't long before her roving hands were again between my legs and she was caressing my tender testicles and shaft, whispering how wonderful it had been to her body and how she had never met anyone who had satisfied her so. I found myself responding to her flattery and silky caresses. Her actions began to rebuild my generative forces and my penis began slowly to erect. At this key interlude, our method of lovemaking took a sharp turn. Zelda sat up on the divan, in a doubled-over position, and lowered her head to my crotch. I stared down in anticipation at her move. She smiled. But her smile was unlike any I recalled.
"Zelda had these lovely, white teeth. I've always been proud of my own molars. I had a dread of ever losing them, and even as a kid I brushed after every meal. But as strong and white as my teeth were, they were no more striking than Zelda's. She beamed up at me as her face nestled down in the valley of my lust.
"Ever been gnawed at by a she-leopard?" She pulled back her lovely lips to expose more of her gleaming fangs. She looked exactly like a hungry jungle cat as she readied herself for the kill. Her powerful teeth caught the sensitive tip of my cock and she began savagely nibbling and gnawing at the entire head. Then, using her great fangs and sucking powers, she slowly began pulling the entire shaft into her blazing mouth. I could feel the crown of my manhood against her powerful teeth as she ran my full length in and nearly out with exactly the perfect pressure to permit full stroke action. I never felt anything like it in all my life and I had my cock sucked lots of times before.
"Now, lord of the jungle," I could hear her voice as she released my cock from her strong teeth, "show me the power of your own fangs!"
"She threw her right leg over my head and I eagerly seized at her smooth hips to punish her womanhood with my powerful molars. I quickly began nibbling and chewing at the hot wet lips of her vagina with my teeth. I did, indeed, feel like some great lion plunging its fangs into its helpless victim!
"But she was after my sexuality with her teeth once more and I found it difficult to keep up with her driving jaws. She had practiced biting and chewing for a long time, I sensed. She never overdid her savage routine. Those lustful teeth penetrated my tender skin to just the right depth. A fraction of a force too much and she would have drawn blood. But there was no danger of that with Zelda. She had indulged in this gratifyingly savage action too many times to slip.
"It had to be the greatest. I never realized how sexy and exciting teeth could be. The smooth strength of glistening molars is the greatest thrill any man could ever feel on his cock. I almost passed out as she built me up to the final release. I reacted violently to her demanding molars by wielding my fangs upon her sensitive hole. I bit and chewed at her vulva, her clit, and her vagina folds until she was shaking as hard as I was. When we finally exploded our love forces, the entire divan nearly collapsed from the tremendous vibrations of our raging, naked forms. Long after our passion juices were depleted, we continued nibbling and gnawing at each other in anticipation of our next surge of revitalization.
"I was a changed man after that night. Zelda had hooked me but good. From then on, I was to be a biter ... "
Karl J. had the mistaken impression that he was unusual in his fetish of using his strong, gleaming teeth upon his sex partners. True, he had progressed beyond the stage of most oralists, but he was still not alone in the usage of primitive expression.
The Hindus, who promoted sexuality into a spiritual and scientific function, recognized the great delights of oral love. A considerable portion of Ananga Ranga is dedicated to the Hindu obsession with this love skill. The Hindu poet, Vatsyayana, in his internationally renowned translation of the Hindu Ritual of Love, praises the techniques of soixante-neufas a vital source of sexual satisfaction for both male and female lovers. In his work, he outlines a goodly portion of oral styles and devotes ample space to the clever use of teeth. He tells precisely how hard the biter must employ his (or her) jaws. Needless to say, undue pressure could not only be painful but cause physical harm.
Karl J. was right in his assumption that orality is one of mankind's great drives. And the fact that some human beings refuse to recognize its virtues still does not prohibit them from mentally considering the thrills and delights of the practice. And Karl's preference for expressing much of his passion through the application of his glistening molars was all part of it.
Sigmund Freud in his work Three Contributions to the Theory of Sex pointed this up in concise style:
... The study, with the help of psychoanalysis, of the inhibitions and disturbances in the course of sexual development now permits us to recognize additions and primary stages of such organizations of the partial impulses which likewise furnish a sort of sexual regime. These phases of the sexual organization normally pass smoothly, and can only be recognizable by mere suggestions. Only in pathological cases do they become active and discernible to gross observation.
One of the first of such pregenital sexual organizations is the oral, or if one will, the cannibalistic. Here, the sexual activity is not yet separated from the taking of nourishment, and the contrasts within it are not yet differentiated. The object of the one activity is also that of the other; the sexual aim then consists in the incorporation of the object into one's own body, the prototype of identification, which later plays such an important psychic role. As a remnant of this fictitious phase of organization forced on us by pathology, we can consider thumb-sucking. Here the sexual activity, and the strange object, was given up in favor of one from his own body.
Dr. John Somers, too, touched upon this in his book Sick Sex:
... The Eron Kalox portrays soixante-neuf among the early Greeks, long before the glowing Hellenic Period of Greek culture. In Roman Amor, we find special emphasis given to soixante-neuf activities among the early Etruscans and Romans, long before the Roman Empire flourished in all its glory. Like obscene sketches drawn on walls of classrooms by bawdy students, the sides and walls of caves of early man are covered with crude drawings of fellatio and cunnilingus, rivaling the likenesses of the great beasts of the period ...
Karl J., it developed, had no qualms about playing around outside his marriage. He had enjoyed sex with many girls before he met and married the one who catered the best to his particular oral fetish. But he had not stopped seeing, and enjoying, other ladies after taking the vows.
His wife, he said, "knows. We don't go into a big thing about it. But I warned her before we got married that I wasn't the kind of guy who could settle back with just one woman and put all the extra fun out of his mind. I let her know I'd be a good husband, but if some lovely young chick came along who liked being bitten, I wasn't about to pass it up. So, we have this unwritten truce. I keep my wife happy in bed, and as long as I do that, I'm free to carry on elsewhere. All she asks is that I don't do it to her friends. She wouldn't want to be humiliated that way. With strangers, it's okay. That's the way it's been ... and that's the way it's going to be."
Karl now picked up the account of his "wonderful sexual existence" with his wife. He explained they were holding back on having children at this stage in their marriage only because of Earl's career. He was a successful insurance broker and one of the biggest reasons for his happy financial condition was the fact that they could party and host prospects constantly. A family would have posed certain problems in this matter.
"I love my wife. She loves me. We'll raise a family. Later. Not now. This is the time for us to enjoy ourselves-socially and in a career way. Kids would be in the way. Hell, the way my wife and I tear the place up at night when we're fucking would keep the kids awake. We hump and bump all over the house! And the racket! My wife screams and shouts when I'm eating her out. All that fun would have to stop. No ... we can't be expected to stop everything and start the old diaper routine. It just wouldn't work in our case. At least, not right now.
"My wife, Alberta, has to be the greatest lay in the world. Now, lots of guys claim that about their wives. But most of them just say so to cover up. Me, I'm not built that way. I'm outgoing. That's why I'm such a hell of a success at selling insurance. People like me in general. No false modesty. The past has proven this too often to be questioned. I've had customers tell me they signed policies with me even when they've had relatives and friends who were offering the same deal I offered. They invariably all mention the wonderful feeling they get when I come in to talk to them. They flip for my great, big, wide, friendly smile. And they're fascinated by my glistening, gleaming, strong white teeth.
"I didn't make out with Alberta before marriage. Not that I didn't try. But things didn't pan out. For one thing, the time span was short. I met her at a cocktail party and we had what you'd call a whirlwind courtship. Six weeks after our first meeting, we were married.
"I also had to step up my career knowing I was going to take Alberta for my own. So, I really turned on the heat career wise. I was hustling clients night and day to build up a backlog. Now, that ought to prove something, too. I never wanted to just get Alberta in the sack. I wanted her for my wife. That first. Bedroom tennis second.
"I mean, she had fine family background and educational career. She had graduated from Illinois University with honors. I earned my diploma in Business Administration at Miami University in Ohio.
"I got through mostly because I was such a hell of a likable guy. I flashed my big smile a lot at the instructors and they let me slide through where they would've flunked some less sunny student. Now that I think of it, I wish I had paid more attention to some of my classes and less time to being Mr. Nice!
"Alberta was a girl who was used to good things, and she wasn't about to forget them after becoming my wife. I feel the man should take the wife as partner in more than sex. She should be a part of the business, too. Alberta was a great hostess. Our parties were the best in town. And they're getting better all the time. That means money in the bank for both of us. New clients, new accounts, new investments. Hell, the way I'm going, I'll be ready to retire at forty! By then, we'll have those kids we want. We'll live a great life, just relaxing and raising them. I have a feeling the world'll be a better place, too. All this revolutionary crap on the campuses will be over. It'll be clear sailing once more.
"One thing, though: the guy has to remember that a wife has feelings and rights, too. She just might not want to suck on a big hard cock at some particular moment. And she also might not feel up to having her husband sink his powerful teeth onto her quivering snatch. Not that most women really ever get enough of the old 'fang-and-claw' bit! But there are a few rare moments when she isn't entirely ready to undergo all that oral surgery. Every gal has her off-moments. It might be something as simple as a headache or maybe a little touch of the flu. And it just might be that she isn't really 'headachy' or suffering from anything tangible in the sick line. Regardless, the guy has to go along with her stall and pretend he's taking it all in.
"But, anyhow, on our wedding night, I could hardly wait for the ceremony and all its facets to be over. I knew that Alberta's creamy loins were itching for me to get in there and take care of the desires that were building up. It seemed like the damn reception was never going to end, but at last we got away from the guests and their corny gags about our wedding cot. They were kidding, but they'll never know how close they came to the truth. I swear that at least half-a-dozen of my pals came up to remind me of the old gag about the passionate Frenchman who ate half the mattress before he discovered his bride was still in the bathroom. Well, I knew I wasn't going to eat mattress. I was going to eat lovely young gash. Lovely pussy as offered by my eager young bride, Alberta!
"I played the part of hubby and wife to the hilt. I even carried her over the threshold! That wasn't so easy to do inasmuch as the motel manager was right there and I know he thought it was pretty corny. But at least he knew we were actually married. I'll wager that ninety percent of the other couples there couldn't say the same thing. At least, not with straight faces!
"Once we were by ourselves, I got right down to the matter at hand. I pulled her to me and started kissing her. I did it very gently at first. Then, as I felt her soft tits pressing up against my chest and her belly wiggling against mine, I began to go into more direct action. I started shooting my tongue into her mouth and sucking back her tongue so I could gently chew on it with my powerful molars. She quivered under my biting action, not so much from the force of it as the idea. I knew just how hard to bite in order to arouse her and still not hurt. Then, I began gnawing and nibbling at her throat. I tugged her dress down and there were her lovely tits. She had thoughtfully avoided a bra and I caught the lovely nipples between my lips so I could work my teeth onto them, I had chewed on many tits before and I knew perfectly well just what action got the most out of them. I nibbled, chewed, and gnawed on the nipples until they were up as hard as rocks. Then I strayed from those delicacies to continue the biting action all over the entire globe. I covered every inch of tit and then took in her underarms, her biceps, her back. I bit at all the quivering, creamy flesh I could find.
"Okay, sweet," I was panting from my own lust, "off with the works. I want you naked. Stark, staring naked. Then, I'll eat every inch of your beautiful body!"
"I hope you won't hate me, Karl." She was almost crying, even as she was shaking from her passion. "I can't understand what went wrong ... "
"Wrong?" I was jolted by her change of attitude.
"Yes." She shook her head in misery. "My period isn't supposed to be till next week-but with all the excitement of the wedding and all-well-I've got the curse!"
"You silly kid!" I had to laugh. "You scared me for a minute. I thought something serious was happening to you!"
"Then you don't mind waiting for a few nights?" She was relieved.
"Waiting?" I chucked her under one of her luscious tits. "Who said anything about waiting? Waiting is for the birds and the bees."
"But you can't-" She floundered. "You know-it's so messy and-and-"
"Bloody?" I asked.
"Yes," she nodded. "No woman can be attractive to her husband under such conditions!"
"I assured her that she was wrong. I told her that only ancient prudery blocked sex during the menstrual cycle. I, myself, loved a woman's body the most when she was undergoing her period. Alberta found this hard to believe, but I quickly proved to her that I wasn't speaking idly. I helped her to take off every single item of clothing even as she made mild protest.
"I played it big. As I removed her things, I kissed and nibbled at her luscious body to help her overcome her mild embarrassment. Alberta, like so many properly brought up young women of today, still had certain qualms over sex. They ail talk about the new freedom and complete release, but they still react differently when it comes down to the nitty-gritty. I'm not saying this is true of the swingers. I'm speaking now of the Albertas in our lives. Once I had her nude, I quickly got out of my clothing, and she had her first good look at my cock. She'd felt it, of course, when we kissed and petted. But she still hadn't seen it in all its pristine glory when it was nice and hard.
"It's so-so big!" she gasped. I felt great. I knew it wasn't really anything to talk about, but every guy likes to have the girl gasp and admire his cock when it's up for action. I didn't waste too much time letting her admire me. I took her arm and steered her to the bed. She permitted me to stretch her out on her back and then I got down next to her. I felt her soft, creamy thigh next to my harder, hairier limb and the contrast was great. I reached over and took her hand and guided it to my cock which was up like a telephone pole. She was a little timid at first, but my raw sexuality was getting to her. She began running the tip of her finger around the tip of my big rod and then letting her touch wander down along the shaft toward my balls which were swelling from my own passion.
"It feels so hard!" My darling Alberta was talking just like a junior high-school gal on her first petting party. I liked it. The idea that my sophisticated wife was still a virgin steamed me.
"Later, Alberta admitted to me that all her shyness was part of her own act. She wasn't the shy, retiring little gal I thought. Afterward-much after-she let me in on a little secret. It was after one of our big sex parties when we were eating each other's sexual parts out that she admitted she had her own action as early as the ninth grade! She'd taken on the most popular guy in junior high and they had humped each other all through the school year!
"I was a little surprised. But I didn't get uptight about it. What the hell-a gal's got to have her fun, too. We preach a lot about double standards, but when our wives admit to practicing it, we guys blow our cool. I'm too broad-minded for such ridiculous contradictory stuff.
"So, anyway, Alberta began flicking her thumb around the head of my huge penis, causing me to quiver like a stricken beast.
"She was turning on but good by now. Her breathing was a lot heavier, and I could hear the whistling sound as the force of oxygen being expelled from her lungs picked up in tempo. I let my hands cup each one of her breasts and the way the nipples were erecting was unbelievable. I was amazed that a normal pair of tits could produce such huge, hard nipples. Just shows what effect a little loving produces in even the most contained woman.
"Alberta wiggled and squirmed into my arms, slipping her free arm around my neck and shoulders. We sought out each other's lips and began hungrily kissing. I was again the aggressor. I began to explore her hot open mouth with my tongue. I sucked in on hers to pull it into my mouth so I could work my teeth on it.
"She froze as I clamped my fangs down directly over her hot wet tongue. But I wasn't savage. I applied just the right amount of pressure so she could slowly pull her long appendage back to safety. That's another thing about my use of teeth. Women love the idea of being in danger. Savage, passionate threats to their bodies. And when they feel my powerful, white teeth gnawing at their tits and tongues and other parts, they go out of their gourds. Any guy who doesn't capitalize on this reaction from the gal he's fucking is missing out on an awful lot. Me, I know!
"As I bit and gnawed on Alberta's tongue, lips, and mouth area, I slipped one hand down to her thighs. I found the red-hot lips of her snatch. She reacted like crazy to this move. She sucked in on my tongue and hungrily absorbed my saliva. I exchanged tongues with her in swift style. I varied my pattern with increasingly more powerful bites. Each time my mighty molars came down on her tongue, she nearly fell apart from her own vibrations. She was gasping and panting wildly.
"Her cunt was blazing hot and moist like some violently red velvet jewel box. But I felt something else. The string from her tampon. I had experience with these, too! I worked my fingers up and got a good grip and began slowly pulling the obstacle out. It was full of her rich, red blood. I didn't have to look down to know. It was loaded! Now, that sort of thing turns most guys off fast. But it worked just the opposite with me.
"You know, when I'd meet girls who were likely date-bait, I'd try to get any indication at all when they might be having their periods. And if I could find out, I'd ask them out for a date when they were menstruating! Not all the time, of course, but with some girls I'd do that-whenever I was hungry for the taste of pussy-blood. Yes, I deliberately sought out girls who were having their periods.
"Now, I realize most guys are repelled by that kind of thing-the menstrual flow, pussy-blood, whatever you want to call it. But for me, it can't be beat. A blood-red vagina is like a steak cooked medium-rare, with lots of its own juice pouring out of it. Yum! If I see a girl is wearing a tampon or anything like that I find it hard to hold back. Let me at it! I really relish a slit that's lined with red.
"But just because I go for a little blood doesn't make me some kind of oddball. I'm sure I'm not the only guy who enjoys that particular aspect of the female; if I am, then a hell of a lot of guys sure don't know what they're missing. If they could have seen Alberta's red pussy, they would know what I mean.
"As I pulled the hot, moist tampon out of Alberta's blazing snatch, she picked up the tempo. She dragged more of my plunging tongue-into her mouth and she even ventured a few timid bites on it with her teeth in mimicry of my more powerful biting force.
"I knew I had to taste her gorgeous pussy at this stage. I pulled my lips away from her mouth and began a systematic course to get my face down to her valley. I kissed, nibbled, and bit at her smooth throat and the flowing lines that led to her shoulders. Then, I began easing toward the rich curves of her tits and focusing my nibbling and biting toward the rosy-red nipple area. She was panting in great, sobbing cries as I neared the sensitive part of each creamy mound. It was then that she started her outbursts.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" These were unusual words for my tender young bride. Fuck, suck, screw ... screw me! Screw me, do you hear?"
"I could hear. I was a little afraid the people in the next block would hear her, too. But I was too fired up to give a damn. I drew my biting mouth from her rock-hard nipples to growl; I'll fuck you, baby ... I'll fuck you good. But first, I'm going to chew you to bite-size tenderness!"
"I started gnawing down from her tits toward her navel. I didn't rush it. I bit and chewed a straight course which took my face to her navel. I paused here to concentrate my teeth on that interesting hole. I could feel her orgasmic twitchings on every bite I took.
"Now, I was nearing that great hot cavern down between those creamy thighs. The thought of the contrast between the milky whiteness of her skin and the rich, blood-red vagina opening caused me to build up another ten degrees of raw heat. I could have fired a boiler with the temperature I was generating by this time.
"I continued my sharp biting action all the way down toward home plate. Ever so often I would shoot my tongue out between my penetrating teeth to let her know there was more to me than just molar exercise. Now she really turned on when I began catching her long, silky pubic hair between my fangs to gently tug at it.
"Oh, God, God, God!" She was nearly out of her mind from my teasing, exciting oral manipulating. I purposely dawdled and didn't sink my fangs into that lovely hot valley between her legs. I knew that the more I built her up, the more I would be rewarded. She tried to force my face lower to take her, and we had a strangely erotic tug-of-war as I resisted.
"Then, I moved down lower. She vibrated as my eager lips and tongue searched down between her silky thighs to nuzzle at the tender lips of her blazing cunt. I knew what to do here. My great, white teeth came into full play all over. I began gently nibbling and chewing at the luscious folds of her pussy entry. The lips of the thrilling open door to her body were swollen and distended from her sexual excitement.
"She slipped her lovely thighs around my head and shoulder blades to encircle me like some giant python taking its prey. I could feel her powerful muscles constricting and my face was drawn further up into her red-hot cavity. But I was not discouraged. My teeth began lashing out harder. My mighty jaws worked in beautiful harmony, alternating between my darting tongue and my nuzzling lips. The combination of sexual pleasure was too much for my aroused Alberta. Her loins creamed forth in response and I knew she was ready for the ultimate release.
"I eased my oral action to let her gain some semblance of control. But that was the last thing she wanted. She tightened her great thighs even harder around my head and, as from a great distance, I could hear her pleading: "Eat me! Eat me! EAT ME!"
"I followed her commands like a good little boy. I began chewing away at her sensitive vulva, and she almost strangled me with her limbs as she reacted to this exciting move. She moaned and groaned as my sharp teeth worked the agonized flesh of her womanhood. Nor did I stop there. I wanted her clitoris next. I steadily chewed my way toward that small button. When I caught it between my fangs, I almost destroyed my burning young bride. She gasped and cried out like a wounded animal in the wilds. I ignored her outbursts as I gently but firmly nibbled at the magic button. I could feel it rising harder under my molars. Again I could, smell the heady aura of Alberta's womanhood as my thrilling teeth performed their mission.
"At this point, I completely nonplussed Alberta. I suddenly pulled clear of her constricting thighs. I caught her by surprise. She blinked open her eyes to stare at me.
"What's wrong?"
"Please don't think me some sort of a pervert, sweet," I begged her, "but I've got a crazy urge ... "
"Like what?" She was a little uneasy.
"I'd like to shove my cock into your hot, little cunt! Could you ever forgive such a bizarre notion?"
"My subtle humor was completely wasted at this stage of our romance. Alberta was definitely let down at my cessation of orality. But she was willing to play along with my outlandish idea of 'normal' sex. She instantly spread her creamy thighs wide for my cock, and I only paused long enough to admire the glistening beads of my saliva and her love-juices as they framed her hot-box.
"I slowly lowered myself onto her gaping hole until the huge head of my cock was oozing down and in to be embraced by her creamy folds. I let my big cock rest there a few moments, and then I thrust forward so that another inch or so slithered in. She wrapped her legs tightly around my ass to draw me down all the way. Alberta was too aroused for my subtle play. But I knew that the longer I could delay my own climax, the happier she would be in the final analysis. I resisted her attempts to engulf my cock. I reluctantly wedged another inch into her cunt and her eager muscles clamped like a vise around my hard rod to hold me captive. I wriggled just a little bit to further titillate her vaginal area. Now, I eased another inch in-and then another. Soon, my entire six-inch hunk of raw manhood was out of sight in the valley of lust.
"Kiss me!" Alberta gasped. Her lips were wide open as she gasped for air. I gently let my upper body down onto her frame so that I could feel the hard points of her beautiful tits. The nipples dug into my bare chest like two blazing arrows. But no arrows ever had the wonderful cushioning action that hers did. I rolled a little as she clamped her arms around my back to hold me tightly down on those wonderful pillows with the thrilling tips.
"I began fastening my lips over hers as I darted my tongue in and out of the tunnel we established by our contact. My teeth again set out to perform their heady duties. I chewed savagely at Alberta's full mouth and she writhed and groaned under the tender punishment my molars dealt out.
"Her cunt managed to keep my huge cock solidly imprisoned within its walls as we French-kissed. I exchanged tongues with her and I could feel our saliva merging from the flow we generated. I nibbled at her tongue and she began mimicking my action. She wasn't the 'fanger' I was, and she didn't dare bite down with the proper force. But I knew she would eventually master the art, and I concentrated on my own bite-work to keep things humming.
"We began humping against one another like two mad dogs in heat. I began building up dangerously close to my orgasm and I abruptly stopped my own driving thrusts to avoid the fiery release that was so near.
"Don't stop now!" Alberta cried out in sheer agony.
"I recaptured her mouth with my lips and answered her in the way I knew best. Cautiously, I again resumed my penis-plunging. The brief moment of relaxation had been just enough to keep me from coming. I mentally thanked God that I'd had so much previous experience with fucking so I could prolong this thrilling stage.
"I began adding artistic touches as I felt things coming under better control. I let my body roll around on top of Alberta even as I humped up and down. I never ceased my savage biting and tonguing of her oral parts, either. That was the frosting on the wedding cake, believe me! Our hot loins were pressed so tightly together, the contact created sucking and slurping sounds from the love liquids that oozed between us. I could feel Alberta's tits growing harder and harder under my naked chest as I wedged my big cock further up into her smoking-hot pussy. Her groin was red from her menstrual flow and her own inordinate passion. It caressed against mine, sending sharp spears of pleasure through my entire body that told me the final release was not far off.
"We continued to stimulate each other in this highly sexual lock by increasing our groin rubbing and deep long oral contacts until we were both panting like primitive creatures who had never experienced civilization. I know that some of this highly unusual stimulus came from the exciting flow of Alberta's blood. And Alberta was learning swiftly from the old master.
"Suddenly, she broke free of my demanding mouth, teeth, and tongue, urging me up as she worked her hands down to my cock to help pull it from her gaping snatch. She wanted something special and I had a hunch what it was. I leisurely turned on my back so she could get at it. I glanced down to see how things were, and the sight was really something to turn a guy on.
"My cock was up like a rock. But it was outstanding in other ways. Alberta's rich, red blood had painted a lovely masterpiece of abstract design all over my big rod. There were dark reds, pale pinks, and subtle browns. Man, it just stood up and yelled "Sex!"
"Alberta eagerly moved her head down to take my tool into her lips, and she began tonguing me all around the groin. She played orally along my stiff shaft and then sucked it way up into her mouth, desperately sucking on it as if afraid it would empty before she had her full allotment of joy between her lips.
"She swung her hips over my face and I was waiting for that move. I could feel the thrill of her hard-pointed tits as they lowered onto my frame. I could also feel the tremendous heat waves exuding from her every pore as she built up more and more of her sexual force. My little Alberta was a victim of our fierce lust. But never was there a happier one!
"She grew more violent as my savage teeth and tongue began to lash at her own sensitive vaginal nerves. I bit along every sweet inch of her bloody hole, sucking and licking as I went. I could feel her body quiver with each exciting bite I took.
"She wanted so desperately to return my kindness and began chewing with her sharp strong teeth on the hard rod offered for delight. Her fangs gripped the crown of my cock and she began circling it to bring forth more of my desire. I was almost to the point of explosion by now, but I somehow managed to hold back. I had to turn my thoughts from what, was happening to me onto other less desirable subjects. It wasn't easy. Not with a naked, hot young woman like Alberta nibbling and chewing away on my big peter. But I resolutely managed to nibble and bite at her pussy even as I forced myself to think of all the bills we'd have staring us in the face as we set up our new home. Furniture to buy ... clothes for my blushing bride. Oh, there were lots of ways to worry about the future! But I knew that I was just kidding myself. Alberta was too active to let such mundane things as mental problems hold us back. She was panting and groaning as she sank her eager teeth into my long staff. She didn't stop with just the cock, either. My big balls caught her interest and she began sucking on each one in turn. Once she had it in her mouth, she exerted gentle pressure with her teeth to further stimulate my own erotic state. She worked my balls up to their highest possible pitch and then returned to savor the rich sweetness of the full length and the mighty crown at the very tip. Alberta concentrated on this sensitive area and used her fingers to fondle and squeeze my balls at the same time. Then, she began to lift her head away and up from my body so that the big, red head of my cock was almost out of her mouth and held there only by the exciting grip of her powerful teeth.
"Next, she slammed her mouth down hard, swallowing the whole length of me until her hot wet lips were directly against my pubic hairs. At the same instant, she made tiny jerking movements with her hips which caused her vaginal area to work rapidly up and down on my strong, white teeth ...
"Well, my white teeth weren't exactly white at the time I mention. Let's say they were wine-colored from Alberta's pussy-juice! But, I had my little bride ready to blast off for the moon. And I knew that I was ready for my own orbit, too. So, I shot my long hard tongue as far up her smoking hole as I could. I knew it felt like a sword thrusting in and out of Alberta's body by this time. And I heightened the thrill for her by clamping my teeth onto her sensitive snatch folds in alternate cycles with each big lick of the tongue. She began to shudder and shake in uncontrollable emotion under this tremendously stimulating action and I also felt my own passion near the breaking point.
"Suddenly, I felt the first spasm of her climax as she snapped violently up and down against my entrapped face. That did it for me. The world seemed to spin and revolve as my own come exploded into her hungry mouth. That turned her but good. She sucked and swallowed savagely to make certain she got every drop of my love stuff.
"Alberta also reacted by twirling and hammering her huge, moist crotch tighter than ever onto my face. That let me get my teeth further up inside her body and I began chewing and biting deeper along her pussy than had been possible before she blew her load.
"You'd be surprised how long it took us to finish our creaming. Naturally, I finished first. But let me say this: I dribbled for a hell of a sight longer than I ever had in my whole life up to this point. I guess one reason was that Alberta refused to say die. She sucked, chewed and swallowed each tiny drop I managed to come up with. And she still craved more. Her own creaming went on for many minutes after my tool was limp and spaghetti-like. But I didn't even care about my own reaction down there by now. I was too immersed in her passionate flow. It's amazing how a woman can continue pouring out lubrication from her cunt for such a long time. But I didn't worry about that. I applied my teeth to all the exciting pussy-parts I could find. And if my teeth couldn't make it to the hidden crevices, my tongue could.
"There isn't any more, love! There just isn't any more!" I could hear Alberta's shaken voice reaching me as I lay locked between her luscious thighs. "Give me a chance to recharge those batteries, will you?"
"She released me, and we both disentangled ourselves from one another. I guess my face looked like I'd been in the battle of the Bulge or something. Her pussy-blood was smeared all over my features and I noticed I even had traces of her female identity around my neck and shoulders. But I was proud of it all. Proud that I had taken her when most guys would've turned over on their sides to sleep until morning.
"How do you feel, angel?" I knew damn well she felt great, but I wanted to hear her praise my great sack talent.
"Like I'm floating on a cloud." She caressed my bloody face with her fingers. She insisted on getting up to bring a nice cool washcloth to clean me up. I let her, but when she was about to rinse off my cock, too, I stopped her.
"Why not?" She blinked at me in wonder.
"I want that evidence there," I replied. "Anyway, I'm going to shove it right back into every opening in your body as soon as it gets stiff again. So just let the poor little pecker rest, huh?"
"She liked that sentiment. We rested, finally, side by side discussing the miracles we had undergone. Alberta admitted to me that she had never really had a full orgasm in her life to this moment.
"Oh, I thought I had, of course," she whispered as she ran her fingers down along my limp prick. "Like all girls, I masturbated myself with my fingers and candles and the rest. But, actually, the weak explosions I got that way couldn't be construed as real climaxes-certainly not after what you and your magnificent fangs did to me!"
"It was nearly forty minutes before I began to find my cock rising all over again. Alberta eagerly seized upon this response by hungrily dropping her face down between my thighs to catch the crown of my scepter between her teeth. I gently caressed her hair as she ran her molars up and down the great length of my manhood. She nibbled eagerly at my balls and that got me hornier. But I knew I had to play it cool or she'd have me creaming too swiftly. Young brides just don't appreciate all the delightful gifts their hubbies have to offer! They think it's possible to get a hard on every hour on the hour.
"For instance, I only came twice that first night. But I'll say this for me: I really took good care of Alberta. She sure as hell didn't feel cheated!
"Even after I became more familiar with her, I never experienced full orgasm more than twice. Oh, there were a couple of times when I could've humped her an added trick, but I didn't go in for it. I didn't have to prove anything to her-or myself. Both of us were willing to settle for a couple of sessions per night.
"I varied my oral attack on Alberta's lovely, naked body the second time around. I guess she was surprised at all the tricks I had up my sleeve. Even if my sleeve was still in the clothes closet!
"What on earth are you trying to do?" Alberta gasped as I stopped gnawing on her ear-lobe to ease along her cheek and fasten onto the tip of her lovely nose.
"Eat every fucking inch of you, dear heart," I whispered the words without releasing her nose from between my powerful teeth. I proved my claim by beginning a mighty chewing action. I nibbled and gnawed from her nose to her mouth and chin. Then, down to her throat where I enacted the Dracula role. I played this to the hilt by even adopting a mock Bela Lugosi accent as I pretended to suck the blood from her neck.
"I continued my oral attack on Alberta by biting all over her shoulders, back, and waist. I concentrated for a long time on her aroused nipples and lovely milk-mounds.
"I swear I added a full inch to Alberta's tits that first night. I had her nipples standing out to here before I was done! And then, again, I began biting my way to her more erotic zones. I derived double pleasure by focusing on Alberta's smooth buttocks to bite them into rosy tenderness. I spread her thighs wider and wider so I could seize areas of her more sensitized flesh between the loins for my savage bites.
"Anyone but me would've probably bitten through her skin by this time. But not once did I draw blood-except that which she was issuing from her menstruation. And that's different. That didn't hurt her.
"I eventually got to her clit, which was up like a navy bean from passion. I really worked that little button over!
"Oh, don't ever stop! Never!" Alberta's plea reached me way down in the valley of the molls and I obeyed her directions. I didn't answer in any other way than by renewing my bites and sucks on the tiny button that turns the ladies on with such great passion.
"After the button was engorged with lust, I eased my teeth to the vulva. I nibbled, gnawed, and sucked on this area until poor Alberta was actually bouncing her hips up and down in kangaroo-like gyrations. I had to watch now because if I tightened my fangs too much on her vulva, I easily could have injured her when she humped away from my jaws.
"Only when I knew she was ready to begin her second series of climaxes did I sixty-nine it with her. I let her ravenous lips find my big cock and, once she started sucking on it, I began my own-orality in unison to Alberta's cycle on me. Like the popular song says, "the second time around is best!" I found I could control my orgasm far better now. I timed it beautifully. Just as Alberta's creamy pussy exploded into a gusher of love-foam, I shot my wad. My cock felt like it was going to burst into flames. But I knew I had the world's greatest fire extinguisher right down the middle of my hose. I turned the old spigot on and my jism must've spurted three feet up into my screaming young wife's snatch. And it went on-and on. I didn't know I had so much come in my construction, believe me!"
Sex, of course, is a highly personal affair and what takes place between two consenting adults in private is their business, as long as they make no attempt to dictate the attitudes and acts of others. True sexual freedom is the liberty to partake in whatever activity produces the greatest pleasure for both parties involved.
It must be admitted that Karl had the ability to reward his wife and others with an inordinate amount of physical excitement. How he accomplished this gratification was his own peculiar method of the all-out use of his own biting powers. He created no harm with his bizarre methods-other than to be less than faithful to his wife. But he was no great exception to today's marital rules ... Sexual freedom is taking place daily all around us, freedom for both the unmarried and the married. Karl is merely one of the new breed. As such, he deserves our full understanding.
Our attempt to understand should be extended to Alberta. Most certainly she shows an inclination toward the psychological deviation known as masochism. Karl's biting of various parts of her body caused her pain and yet brought her pleasure. She experienced ecstasy in the midst of mistreatment, or what some observers might consider to be mistreatment.
What brings on such a psychological deviation in a woman like Alberta? What in her character causes her to sense enjoyment of what objectively seems to be a physical harm?
Actually, it is the opinion of some that the woman who is not masochistic is the exception. But the type of masochism they have in mind is perhaps of a more subtle nature, having to do with the historic position of submission of the female to the male, in sexual and other areas. This masochism of submission, of giving way to the whims of the "superior" man, can perhaps be sociologically documented, but to say that woman is naturally submissive because she has been historically so ignores the fact that her potentialities for being equal, or even superior, to the male have possibly been quashed by the successful dominance of the male.
However, the masochism we have at hand in the present case history is of a more overt type. We have not a mild psychic masochism here, but a mind with a particular propensity for the reception, the willing acceptance, of physical pain. This goes beyond the usual passive nature of the female, and into the area of aberration.
Why should Alberta's mind have been led in this direction?
One reason that has been suggested is that the woman not only is conditioned to be passive to the nonviolent domination of the male, but to the violent exercising upon her of aggressive behavior by the male as well. Not only that, but once the female's mind realizes the fact that she must patiently endure pain and wrongdoing all her life-il faut d'abord endurer, as the French say-it may twist into regarding what it must abide as not pain but pleasure.
With some women whose minds go through such a transformation, this idea of pain as pleasure may get no further than where it begins-in her subconscious. This may "be unfortunate, since she may experience masochistic impulses and be puzzled and ashamed when she realizes she is of such a nature but does not understand why. On the other hand, some women who have masochistic tendencies are made aware of them and have a clue toward understanding their nature, because the psychic strands of the aberration wind up from their subconscious into conscious knowledge. Many of these women, once they realize that this is within them, seek out psychological counseling, and in many cases are helped to diminish these harmful tendencies to a tremendous extent.
It is unfortunate that only Karl received psychological aid; there are numerous indications in his narration pointing toward the desirability of similar treatment for Alberta. If people were more aware of their problems, that is, of the nature of their problems, and if they would seek professional help at the moment they suspected they needed it, seeds of disease would not grow into great psychological warpings such as that demonstrated by the unfortunate case discussed in this chapter. There are many Karl's in this world; there are many Albertas. They all need study and understanding.
CHAPTER Five: The Compulsive Tickler
Maureen let the young male force her back onto the divan as his hands slipped to her breasts to caress and fondle the nipples through the thin blouse. She could feel the rock-hard organ wedging up against her thighs and she was happy her skirt was so short. She wiggled her hips so that the skirt hiked up higher permitting his penis to press even more intimately against her rayon-clad crotch.
Her fingers stole to his neck, and she played with his hair. He shivered at her gentle touches, and she could feel the skin rising under the tips of her fingers. She let her hands rove down under his open collar and, to her delight, this action brought great shudders from his powerful young body.
"Christ!" he gasped. "You're tickling me silly!" He reacted by holding her tighter to his frame as he kissed hungrily at her lips and mouth. He shivered more as Maureen increased her feathering, tickling play on his back and shoulders. He ventured his tongue-tip between her lips, and Maureen quickly seized this gesture. She hungrily drew it up into her mouth to rouse him further. He tightened his hold, and she shivered with anticipatory desire. His mouth glued itself to hers and she could feel his strong young body vibrating with lust as he undulated up and down. His hands were squeezing her breasts and searching into the tight confines of her bra.
"Let's take all our clothes off," Maureen whispered throatily, as she freed her lips from his. He was too aroused to question her suggestion and quickly got up off the couch to start disrobing with an eagerness that would have been amusing to her under other conditions. At this stage, there was nothing humorous about any of his actions. She began undressing with even more swiftness, and in moments both were naked. The boy stood transfixed for one moment, drinking in the rich curves of her body.
"What do you think?" Maureen posed for him. Her full young breasts were pointing upward as in supplication.
"Beautiful." He choked as he spoke. With good cause. She was amazingly well developed for a seventeen-year-old girl. Her hips we full and smooth. Her waist was slim, and the skin of her belly glistened like golden cream in a bowl. The whiteness ended dramatically at her crotch where thick, black pubic hair protected her womanhood. His startled eyes feasted on even; detail before him and then he could stand it no more. He began walking toward her as she waited with welcoming arms.
Maureen's eyes were fastened on his sexual organ which was up full and hard; it looked immense to her, and she yearned to feel its throbbing strength. Eagerly, the two locked in a fierce, tight embrace and their lips sought and found each other. She gently undulated her hips to further heighten the contact between them. His great, hard penis began to hammer at her hot crotch, and she spread her loins wider to make it easier for him. At the same time, she fastened her lips hungrily upon his chest and neck to suck, kiss, and taste his maleness.
Then, to her dismay, she felt the surge of warm semen spattering against her hairy loins and she realized that he had attained his orgasm. She was keenly disappointed, but she continued to tickle and kiss at his hot skin even as he spent his passion uselessly. He shuddered and whimpered as he clutched her to his body. Finally, he managed to speak.
"Gee, Maureen, I didn't mean to come so fast. It's just that you're so smooth and all, I couldn't hold back one second longer."
She stood, letting him hold her young naked form even as his trembling began to subside slowly. She continued to tickle and nuzzle at his neck and throat. Her tongue flicked out to lick his male goodness, and she felt her passion building higher. Maureen dropped her hand down to tantalize his firm flesh, which now began to grow soft and flaccid.
"It'll get up again in a little while, you'll see," he whispered sheepishly.
"Sure it will," Maureen said. She lowered her mouth to his nipple and began sucking and tickling the sharp hard flesh. She felt him quivering under her ministrations and this drove her to further action. She forced him back down on the couch as savage passion rose and clamored in her loins anew. She became completely lost and her orality touched his entire upper area. Her hot wet mouth tickled across the smooth flesh of his chest and she roved restlessly. Her eager lips moved to his armpit and she hungrily tongued, tasted, and tickled at his hot cavity. He stiffened under this unusual action and tried to pull away, but Maureen refused to permit this. Faster and faster, her tongue flicked into his armpit as she absorbed his maleness.
She clung harder to him as he struggled to draw free of the savage young girl. He liked what she was doing to him, but his instinct warned him that it wasn't entirely proper. Like all nice young American boys he had been taught that armpits were not polite areas of the body and were best treated as if they didn't exist.
Maureen didn't care what he thought. His muskiness was fanning her higher and higher. She was too aroused by now to worry about mundane things. Her tongue and lips drove on and on as she sought to absorb every drop of his lubrication. She felt a special type of ecstatic pleasure surging within her loins. The first stirrings of a massive orgasm began rumbling deep inside her body, and she felt the rising, soaring torrent that would transport her into the realm of sheer ecstasy. Maureen throbbed, twitched, as brutal onslaughts of commanding sexuality pervaded her every fiber.
"You-you're killing me," he gasped as her hungry lips nibbled, gnawed, and tickled at his naked skin. She didn't answer him simply because she was too carried away by her lust to be aware of such matters. Her demanding mouth found its way down to his crotch and eagerly she sucked his hardening length between her teeth. Now, she began tickling her strong white teeth over the very tip of his organ and he gasped with surprise at her action. As he quivered under this act, Maureen changed tactics. Now, she began sucking with incredible force. The boy was big and long where it counted, but she absorbed all his length into her oral cavity. Her head began bobbing up and down to better capture his manhood.
"Now! Now!" He suddenly managed to pull clear of her. Maureen was loath to lose the delightful contact and tried to draw his organ back into her mouth, but he struggled to assume the dominant role in the wild relationship. He was positioning his body atop hers to take her charms the "normal" way. Maureen decided to settle for what she could get. Her lips eagerly clamped upon his neck to tickle busily away at his hot skin even as she spread her thighs to let him penetrate. She felt the burning hardness of his penis head seeking her vaginal opening, and then she felt something else. Once more, his fiery semen spurted forth before he could get inside her womanhood, and her crotch was deluged with his seed. He moaned and groaned as he hammered futilely away at the lovely naked girl beneath him. But it was a forlorn effort. Finally, he slumped, depleted and exhausted, on top of her as the last drops of his orgasm dribbled out onto her thighs.
"Gosh ... " Again he was all apologies. "I just couldn't stop myself. And I was close to getting it all the way into you, too!"
Maureen murmured something in answer. But even as she murmured, her insatiable lips were still tickling, kissing, nibbling, and playing at his chest and nipples. Maureen was getting her own kicks in her own strange way. Who was she to complain at this stage?
Maureen T. was married-happily, she declared-to a good husband who earned a better-than-average living. At the time of the interviews with her psychiatrist, Maureen was just past her thirty-first birthday.
Maureen J. was an oral-tickler. As a result of her tickling, she reduced her husband to near-hysteria with the outcries and yells that such actions brought on. Her fetish was not in the usual mold. Oral lovers were plentiful, oral ticklers not nearly so.
It is difficult to picture a fairly sedate, attractive young woman as being a devotee of the ancient art of tickling. However, introspection reveals that all human beings are slightly different in many ways, both physical and mental. What might be considered as a purely normal sexual impulse by one person, might well be adjudged as abnormal or perverted by another being. As Dr. John Somers, in his book Sick Sex, pointed out:
... The blunt truth about perversions and so-called sex crimes is that there is not now, nor ever has been, any uniformly accepted code or unanimity of opinion as to what is right and what is wrong. Sexual conduct which may be excoriated in one part of the world as being perverted and criminal, may in some other land, be accepted and approved as a medium of sexual expression quite in conformity with statute and custom.
If we are in doubt as to who first defined perversion, and who had the authority to interpret a non-violent sexual act between two compatible persons as a crime, we are not in doubt as to who enforces the laws against these "crimes." Ironically enough, the legislators, judges, police and prosecuting attorneys who have the responsibility for enforcing the statutes, do so in many cases with "tongue in cheek" because not only have they themselves indulged in the same act many times before but most of them are still in the habit of practicing it.
The term nonviolent, of course, is all vital. And in the case of Maureen T. there was a certain fine line to be trodden. She was a compulsive tickler. And tickling can often be a tremendously arousing factor. There have been actual instances in which some helpless human being was tickled to death! Not often, it is true, but still is has happened.
It is an accepted belief that the female is more neurotic than the male. Maureen was proof of this. "Her eyes glistened," the psychiatrist noted, "as she boasted of her ability to reduce her husband to near weakness with her tickling actions." Maureen was close to the borderline of sadism with her absorption in the art of tickling. Female sadists do exist, but in far lower proportion than males.
Also, sadism in the true deviate is double-edged. A dedicated sadist not only secures sexual gratification by inflicting pain upon the partner, but can experience sexual excitement, even climax, in witnessing the sufferings and punishment endured by others. In some cases, such indignities can also be mental.
In Maureen's case, this was not so. There was no true malice in her tickling propensities. Nor was she concerned with reducing her husband, or partner, as might be the case, to humiliation or mental anguish. Maureen T. had no evil intent under any circumstances. All she sought in her tickling was pure sexual release. Release both for her mate and for herself.
As a historian (she is a history teacher), Maureen related, she did a bit of research on the art of tickling. She learned that it had been part and parcel of humanity since the earliest beginnings. Certain cultures indulged in it to a form of near-artistry. For instance, the Chinese perfected it far beyond finger-to-erogenous zone instances. They utilized peacock feathers, delicate silk ribbons, and human hair to arouse and titillate willing partners in the subtle pastime.
But Maureen found her answer in oral tickling.
Maureen was a mild example of a fetishist. All fetish-afflicted beings suffer from a form of psychosexual infantilism. This infantilism is expressed in many ways. Some masturbate. Others lean toward exhibitionism or voyeurism. A few turn to kleptomania or certain impulsive acts. Certainly, Maureen's little fetish of tickling was far more acceptable to society than the acts mentioned.
By no means did Maureen qualify as a true fetishist. The latter, whether male or female, can dispense altogether with a sexual partner and gratify erotic urges with a symbol. This symbol may be a piece of clothing or undergarment, a portion of the "partner's" body (preferably pubic hair, nails, or head hair). It may be an object used by the other party, such as a douche bag, brush, handkerchief, cosmetic applier or anything personal. The predominant practice is to place the symbol in contact with the genitals and then indulge in masturbation.
Maureen had no such complications. She attained her sexual release with a partner. She relied heavily on oral love to bring about the desired goal, the stimulus of tickling being essential in her case.
"An orgasm without tickling to me is like a steak sandwich without the steak," she told the psychiatrist. "Oh, sure, I could bring myself to a climax without it, I know. I've done that on rare occasions. But I always feel cheated. And I have a strong feeling that Tim [her husband] feels cheated, too. I know down deep inside that he digs my oral subtleties just as much as I do."
Maureen related how a night of her lovemaking went.
"I set a real mood. First, it begins with a good dinner. Not the regular quickie that most working wives prepare. As a matter of fact, the elaborate and fancy meal was a clue to Tim that I was turned on for action. I had snowy linen, candlelight, soft music, wine-the works. I made it a point to wear my most revealing dress, too. No bra. I've got breasts that need little support. I also used a subtle perfume. By the time dinner was over, Tim was up like a bull.
"But I never permitted rushing at this stage. The build-up was the best part. I let him catch glimpses of my thighs as I moved around to serve him coffee and brandy. And when I bent over to pour the coffee, I made sure my flimsily covered breasts were right under his nose. He always tried to pull me down to him, but I held it to a gentle kiss at this stage-well, gentle in one way and not so gentle in another. I tickled his lips with my tongue even as I flicked my fingers tenderly around his head and hair. That always steamed Tim even higher. By this stage he was ready to take me to bed, but I knew that the anticipation was half of it and I refused to let him rush things.
"I insisted on a little dance right there in our own living room. Despite the thick carpeting on the floor, we circled the area in comparative ease. Tim would pull me up tightly to his body and his penis would be up like a rock. I played my part well. I always resisted his passionate move by pulling away even as I encouraged him with tender glances and little squeezes of the hand.
"I would start more of my tickling action by caressing the back of his neck and shoulders with one hand. I went this move one better by making certain my lightly fluttering fingers strayed far down toward his waist and just above his buttocks. There, I swiftly described light, sensitive arcs over the hard cleft of his cheeks. But not too presumptuous, even at this point. Merely the hint of things to come.
"I made my man feel as if it were our wedding night every time we had intercourse! I made a little ritual of taking off my clothes-rather, I let Tim make a ritual of it. I played my part with restraint. That very withholding sent him blazing with passion. By the time he had me stripped, he was fully aroused. Then, it was my turn. I took off his garments. And we both did something that was out of the normal pattern. Instead of placing our things neatly on chairs or whatever, we let them fall and stay on the carpet so that a small trail of intimate garb followed us on our way to the bathroom.
"Our bathroom is no ordinary one. It's twenty feet long and almost that wide. The floor is thickly carpeted in pale yellow wool. It's so luxurious you could easily sleep on it. Most bathrooms have bright lights. Ours has only a faint and subtle shade of golden glow emanating from the indirect source along the ceiling edge. And the ceiling! Ah! Fully mirrored. Only our mirror wasn't the regular type. It was tinted a light shade of mauve to lend the illusion that the entire room was bathed in golden sunlight. Even the most ordinary of bodies looked entrancing under the flattering illumination thrown over it.
"Oh, yes! Before I forget. One other key thing. The air ventilator in our bath could be reversed. The faint whisper of air that played from it in this reversal was something to further arouse sexual desires. I had placed a small vial of my most intimate perfume up there so that the atmosphere was soon laden with my scent. It not only fanned Tim to the highest points of lust but it served to inflame my own desires.
"Tim and I would hold each other tightly. Then, we would sway as our roving fingers lightly played over the sensitive skin areas that denoted sexuality. Tim did his best to match my tickling action, but I must admit that he was far below my tremendous skill. It's not too easy for a male, anyhow. Their sense of touch is so much more muscular. When they think they're being truly delicate, they're still a touch too heavy. I have tickling down to a fine art. My fingertips barely skim the aroused skin without ever really leaving contact. And my tongue is even more sensitive. I can flick it over any portion of a man's anatomy in subtle strokes that are barely discernible. Then, for contrast, I can suddenly lash with it to startle the man into near-defensive withdrawal. But that's only to be done sparingly. The tongue loses much of its effectiveness when wielded with force. Anyway, I lightly and tenderly played my fingers over Tim's naked back and buttocks. Meanwhile, my tongue was carrying on its role in more exciting patterns. I tickled Tim's lips, his cheeks, his chin, his eyelids, his ears, and even his nostrils. I delicately let the tip flick into these available apertures and then dart away. I slowly slipped to my knees onto the thick carpeting of the bathroom, drawing his body down with me.
"All during this prelude, we basked in the golden glow of the reflected light and the shade of yellow exuding from the thick upholstery beneath us. Our bodies shimmered and shone as we quivered under the delicious contacts we were establishing.
"Now, came the part that I like the best. I let Tim position me on my back. This way I could look up easily at the mirrored ceiling and see all the wonderful action we were engaged in. Then I would work us around so that we were in the sixty-nine form. Now, I could tickle at my husband's vital area with my trained tongue. I would diddle my mouth and tongue from Tim's scrotum to his rectum. I liked to think of this as my journey to joy. I would be in sheer ecstasy as I tickled, licked, probed, and kissed this entire area.
"And Tim returned my orality in spades. He nuzzled my hairy apex with his mouth, and he knew how to use his tongue. He couldn't tickle with the sensitivity I displayed. He used the bludgeon attack instead. And it wasn't bad! He glued his tongue and lips to my vagina so hard I almost bounced him off my body. He reacted by wedging his tongue way up inside my fiery maw and began hammering his tongue in and out just like a male would employ his penis.
"It brought the strangest compulsion over me. I wanted to hit back at his sex organs with as much force as he was utilizing. Yet, another hidden voice warned me that this was not the best method with him. My instinct told me that the delicate tickling tongue would bring far greater rewards to both of us. So, I restrained my urge to thrust my tongue fiercely at his sexual parts and, instead, I resorted to gentle, tender little flickings of the tongue-tip to send him into greater frenzy.
"He chewed away at my receptive vaginal tract for what must have been a good half hour. He tried to pressure his mouth onto my clitoris, but I balked here. I made him understand one thing. The clitoris was to be saved for the very last. I knew that when he began to work on that, I would be aroused to the greatest climax. Everything would be downhill after that plateau. So, I convinced him that he must be patient in reaching the clitoris. It wasn't easy for him. Under the tremendous passion generated between us, he had to fight to keep from taking it.
"It may seem that I make the clitoris sound like a great treat. It's true that it's nothing more than a small button. But no button in the world ever triggered such emotion as the clitoris. It was like an atomic explosion when he mouthed it. And, knowing how stimulating the little button could be to me, Tim found great sexual joy in lavishing his oral love on it. After all, in sex, a great deal of the excitement comes in knowing that one is able to create such tremendous reactions in the partner's body.
"And I learned a man has a little button just under the seam of his testicles. Not as large as the clitoris, perhaps, but still there. At least, Tim has it, and so did the other men I engaged in love bouts with earlier before our marriage. Of course, it is nothing at all in sensitivity to the female clitoris. It is slightly more than an added fold of skin at the joining of the rectal opening and the base of the testicles, but it turned my Tim on with intensity when I gave it the old once-over with my tongue.
"Anyway, Tim knew he was not to work at my clitoris until the last moments of our wonderful sex matches. I knew the value of stimulating him by playing my oral skill in the area of his rectum. I would tickle and caress his anal opening with my tongue. But I restrained from driving it up and into the sensitized region until I had my man moaning and groaning with lust.
"Then, with subtle, feather-light flicks, I would tantalize Tim to near frenzy as I played my flexible tongue in and out of the immediate opening. I liked to picture my tongue as flashes of summer lightning, but lightning that did not find its target instantly.
"Another factor that served, to speed me on my journey of joy was the wonderful thrill of being able to look up from between Tim's thighs as I tickled and kissed his balls and rectum with my demanding oral powers to the scene that was captured overhead on the mirrored ceiling. I loved that sight: Tim spread over my naked body ... with the contrast of my creamy whiteness against the dark tan of his well-developed form ... my arms locked about his waist or buttocks-giving me a feeling of total ownership, dominance, as it were.
"I don't know if I wanted to master him. I wanted him to know that I was his equal, certainly, in the art of love. I didn't want to harm him physically, or anything off-beat like that.
"I guess perhaps I am being a bit contradictory. Let me put it this way. I wanted him to be my own. Sexually. I didn't want any other woman to ever be able to thrill him the way I was doing. Mind you, I didn't even get up tight over the fact that some other female would make out with him. That was okay. What I didn't want was for Tim to feel that there was any other woman in the whole world who could make him get as excited as I could with my tongue and lips.
"As I watched our bodies gyrating in the soft yellow glow of the mirrored ceiling, I nearly lost my mind. It's hard to describe the sensations that tore through my naked, writhing form. I found my valley of love foaming with lust as he buried his strong face in my seething crotch. I wanted him to suck at me so strongly that he would rip me apart. Yet, I knew that it was better for both of us to delay reaching the maximum of passion so early.
"I managed to break away from under him and, despite his efforts to hold me, rearranged our positions so that we were in the so-termed 'normal' coitus pose. I sucked his lips to mine and then began tickling him with my sensitive tongue and lips. I nuzzled and tantalized him to near frenzy with this action even as I guided his long thick penis along my soft moist thighs with one free hand. With the other hand, I tickled his smooth skin along the tender area of his buttocks.
"I could feel the hard hot tip of his massive organ pushing at my hairy moist entry. It wasn't the heady thrill, of course, that his orality produced down there, but it wasn't exactly platonic, if you know what I mean! He wedged it in with one mighty shove, and I felt the devastating force of his manhood slithering far up into my vagina. I knew I had control of him now. A bit too much pressuring from me, and he would climax. So, I eased off. I did not let up on my tickling of his features, however. I worked my willing tongue and lips over and around his mouth, chin, and into his cavern of oral joy.
"Tim tried to hump into me with more force to attain the release he wanted-and yet, didn't want. That's the paradox of love. Both the male and female hammer and pound their sex organs at each other to gain orgasm. But the fulfillment of this very climax deprives them of the real thrill. Who was it who said the most terrible joke nature ever played on man was sex? Voltaire? So, I wisely did my best in all our sexual sessions to delay Tim's climax as much as I could. I played my vagina against his great engorged penis just as a concert violinist plays the bow across the tender, sobbing strings of his Stradivarius. But no Stradivarius ever created could engender the symphony Tim's mighty organ could!
"Again, in this position, I could peek up past his head to spy on our convulsive moves in the mirror overhead. I loved the way he surged his dark buttocks upward and then downward at my willing frame. Every time he reared up to gain more momentum I could see the entrancing opening of his rectal passage. The dark hole stimulated my thoughts even more. I engaged in weird fantasies as I pictured my entire body being sucked up into the whirlpool of that small orifice.
"I liked to entwine his buttocks with my silky legs to pull him deeper within me. Again, the exciting contrast of my creamy thighs against the background of his darker, hairy back and limbs was nearly too much. I flicked and lashed my tongue at his features to tickle him into convulsive acts. He would pound his huge penis savagely into my willing loins to offset the tremendous emotion my tickling orality produced in him. I had to be extremely careful at this stage. His organ was throbbing with pent-up passion and I knew that even the slightest erotic deviation could well trigger his climax. That, I had to avoid-at least at this particular point! Past experience had shown me that once Tim creamed, he was pretty well finished with truly exciting love-play for some time. We women are different about sexual play. Even after we attain the maximum orgasm, we're still ready for more. We hate to lose any of the precious physical contact we're experiencing. Now, males are something else. Once they've shot their load, they're completely disinterested-at least, for another half hour or so. All they want to do at this stage is get away or go to sleep.
"When I realized that Tim's penis was due to explode, I quickly reversed positions again. I deftly captured his head between my smooth muscular thighs and, at the same moment, began tickling his testicles with my hot breath to arouse him just another notch higher, but not too much so!
"Tim was so aroused he adopted a semi-kneeling pose so I could get at his genitals with my relentlessly probing and tickling mouth and tongue. He hungrily buried his lips into my blazing cavern of womanhood, and his tongue sought out the very apex of my love machine. I felt the intensely powerful contractions of his oral muscles as they functioned upon my vagina. My sobs and gasps of joy escaped as I alternated between tickling his great organ with my own mouth and crying out in the wilderness of love. I tightened my thighs more powerfully upon Tim's head to suck as much of him into my body as I could. I began reacting like a crazed beast. I lurched my body, twisting so that, suddenly, I was on top and Tim was beneath me. I was the aggressor in every sense now. I reared my naked, gyrating body almost up to a seated position with only my lashing tongue establishing contact between Tim's immensely long organ and my oral gifts.
"Neither of us missed one precious stroke with our all-conquering tongues. I thought Tim's appendage was into my cavity so far that he had substituted an electric eel for it. He rotated his exciting tongue all across the walls of my hot, moist inner flesh. And he was sucking so viciously that I feared he might vacuum my very insides into his ravenous mouth.
"Then, my greatest moment arrived. Now, I was ready for it. As if by a prearranged signal, his tongue retreated just far enough to envelop my precious clitoris. He bit on it very gently, taking it between his front teeth. Now, his all-knowing tongue began to flit across my dynamite button. I thought my entire body would explode into a thousand units of atomic energy. I felt as if no part of my quivering body was real except my throbbing vagina and my sensitized clitoris. My target area down there actually expanded to take over my entire being much as an amoeba which devours all it encounters and builds, builds, builds to enormous size. Then, the world seemed to spin and revolve in dizzying cycles as my loins poured forth my love in enormous orgasms."
Subsequent interviews with Maureen confirmed the psychiatrist's theories. She was a fairly well-adjusted woman with few neuroses. Her life, except for a few extramarital encounters, was free of compromises with conventional morality. She was unduly addicted to oral tickling acts. There was no doubt that she attributed far more importance to her oral fetish than it deserved. Maureen, it was apparent, submerged other equally rewarding sex acts to concentrate on tickling. Too much of any one thing eventually becomes wearying. The psychiatrist felt that ultimately Maureen would discover her intense fascination with oral tickling to become a trifle routine and would be forced to turn to other forms of sexual release.
CONCLUSION
The findings of this study clearly point to one main fact: simply, that human sexuality is a many-faceted thing and cannot be suppressed easily. Even a society like our own which, despite the recent "sexual freedom" expression, is still officially and legally a sexually repressive and inhibited one, fails to totally submerge the great sex drives within us all. The clash between society in general and sexual impulses causes endless individual and group conflicts and contradictions.
Orality is one area in particular that brings forth the greatest confusion. While there is a slowly awakening group of legislators and officials who are realizing the importance and prevalence of this sexual expression, there are still too many authorities who shun the act of oral love as "indecent". Oral fetishes are singled out for stern appraisal by civic leaders who privately indulge in the very practices they publicly frown upon. Yet the taboos are not readily erased, and the public in general bows to higher authority. At least, in the open. In the privacy of the boudoir, things are different.
Sex has always been a highly personal thing, even in group gatherings, paradoxical as this statement may seem. In the final analysis, the act is reduced to two, three, four, and rarely, five principals. Surely, this fits the description of "personal" closely enough for our analysis. Whatever takes place between these consenting partners in private is purely their business, so long as they do not attempt to dictate their attitudes and acts upon others further removed.
Oral fetishes play a very vital part in our living pattern today. This phase of sexuality may not be the reader's outlet for gratifying sexual release. Chances are quite strong that the majority of us do find a new and exciting sex-life in orality. For a great many, oral fetishes are the only way to fulfill the fierce hungers that cry for expression. Every human being has his or her own peculiar yearning and every human should be given the right not only to discover and understand this drive but to function within the framework of that particular expression.
Oral fetishes serve a positive purpose in many lives. A great percent of the time they serve to restimulate sexual activity and love interest between jaundiced couples whose sexual activities have degenerated to the point of complete indifference. Despite the rising wave of divorces in America, it is still normal human behavior to want to preserve home and family life. If, as evidence clearly points, oral fetishes protect these precious things, then we should take steps to utilize the potent weapons in our possession.
Only when oral love and oral fetishes become physically dangerous to the well-being of the principals do we have to stop to take stock of the situation. Once alerted to the good and bad in any human pattern, we can be on watch for the dangers inherent in the relationships necessary for complete sexual fulfillment.
The libido of an oral fetishist need not be hypersensitive. In many cases, the sex drive may very well be lower than average, nearly dormant in some instances. In these patterns, the matter of oral fetishes is nearly pathologic. By this we mean certain sexual mental states that may have originated in childhood or even infancy. The actual complex pattern cannot be easily defined, nor are our current medical minds completely at ease over the situation. Some maintain that preferred oral-fetish acts border on, the pathologic. Others declare with just as much certainty that orality arising from absolute necessity is entirely acceptable.
To pass judgment in a total, ultimate fashion implies perfection in the judge. To this date, we have yet to meet a perfect human being. There never has been and never will be such a paragon. Only those completely without faults should set themselves up as moral judges of what others do. All else is personal opinion, personal attitude, personal belief, and personal desire. Everyone has a different concept of living and a different attitude about sexual, emotional and spiritual expression.
We still live in a world of half-truths. Our actual experience in living must find itself somewhere between the musty morality of past generations and the "new" attitudes of the "in" group. This middle line is exactly where we, ourselves, place it. In a free society, it is our legal, spiritual, and moral right to decide just where we wish to draw this middle line-so long as this decision does not harm or conflict with the well-being of our fellow beings.
Therefore, in the final analysis, we can point out that oral fetishes are expressions of which every one of us should be cognizant. We must pay attention to oral fetishes as they relate to our more youthful members in society. It behooves all of us to encourage freedom in better living. If oral fetishes can be of aid to this idealistic existence, then we should encourage these actions even if we personally may not agree with the principles involved. Only with this more liberal attitude will we be able to create a more secure form of living to present our forthcoming generations.
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