"Sonovabitch, was I ever in luck! 'Cause, man, if there's anything I like, it's drinkin' tit milk. And if there was anything that Josephine liked, it was flavin' me drink it outa her. The first afternoon she showed at the joint, she picked me out from the other dudes, 'cause I was the youngest lookin', then drove us in her car to a motel down near the beach. Before we went into the motel, she said to me: "Billy, I don't know if you've ever been out with a woman quite like me. You see, I don't need a young man because I'm lonely or horny or anything like that. I have a husband and a little baby who give me all the company I need. What I need is ... is someone to ... relieve my breasts. My baby can't even begin to relieve me, and my husband-well, he's either too busy with his work or too tanked up on beer. Besides, I don't think my husband would like the idea."
"By relievin' your breasts, ma'am, do you mean suckin' the extra milk out?" I asked. I was takin' in those mountains on her chest, already feastin' oh them in my mind and waterin' at the mouth.
"Yes, I'm afraid that's exactly what I mean."
"I'll tell ya the truth, ma'am," I said to her. "Right now I can't think of anything I'd rather do than drink the milk outa those big beautiful tits of yours."
"When she heard that, she gave me a little kiss right on my mouth, then led the way into the motel, as happy as a fuckin' schoolgirl on her first date. Watchin' those giant tits of hers balloonin' way out and bouncin' as she walked gave me a hard on like I'd never had before, man, and when we got inside, she noticed it pushin' my pants out the first thing.
"The idea of sucking my breasts is getting you hot, isn't it, Billy? Well, that's fine. After you have taken care of me, I'll take care of you. Now, dear, let's undress and get on the bed. It's better when we're naked, don't you think?"
"The next minute we were both bare-ass naked, man, and you shoulda seen the body on that bitch. Beautiful I Each one of her tits was as big as her head, I swear, and the nipples stuck out cherry red at least an inch. And what's more, man, there was milk oozing out of her nipples! It blew my fuckin' mind, seein' that. It got my balls to achin' and my cock to spewin' juice and my mouth to droolin'-so that both of us were creamin' all over, hotter than two dogs in heat.
"Josephine sucked off my big bubble of cock-cream, sort of moanin' with pleasure, then she sat on the edge of the bed, spreadin' her fat legs real wide. Her great, pudgy cunt caught my eye then and I watched for a second while the lips popped open, puttin' on display the biggest, deepest, juiciest gash I'd ever seen in my entire life. I had a sudden impulse, man, to dive right in, headfirst, and lap up all those delicious-lookin' juices pourin' out of her cunt hole; but those two huge tits of hers, bulgin' with milk and starin' out at me from their droolin' red eyes, were jus' too invitin'. First and foremost, I'm a tit milk freak, so, quick like a bunny rabbit, I wrap my two hands around one of those big melons and close my mouth on the nipple.
"I shit you not, man; it was like takin' the bag of a Jersey cow at milkin' time. That's how full ol' Josephine's tit was, and that's how long her nipple was. With the very first suck, her hot, sweet cream jus' shot out, like outa the floodgates of a dam. My stomach was empty from not drinkin' or eatin' anything all day, so I really gulped it down. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the other tit droolin' cream out of the nipple, and that gave me a wild idea. Sonovabitch! I get hot jus' thinkin' about it! D'ya know what I did? Without takin' my mouth away or easin' up on my suckin', I took that other tit in my hands and squeezed.
"Man, you shoulda seen the milk squirtin' outa that other nipple. I mean, it really squirted! The milk splashed right down on my shoulder and ran in little streams down my naked body, givin' me the damndest thrill I'd ever had. And it must've excited the shit outa ol' Josephine, too, 'cause she grabbed my cock and started moanin' like crazy.
"Ooooooo, baby boy, you're making mama feel soooooo gooooood! Milk me, baby, milk me, milk me, milk me! Oh shit! Drink it all up! Drain my tits dry. Ooooooo, you sweet little fucker, you're driving me out of my mind!"
"That's what I wanted to do to the bitch: drive her outa her mind; get her so fuckin' hot that she'd not only give me all of her tit milk, but all of her cunt cream to drink, too. And that, man, is exactly what happened; a few minutes more of my suckin' one tit while squeezin' the milk outa the other, and she flopped back on the bed, spread her soft, fat legs real wide, and pushed my head down toward her big, juicy gash. By now, most of the milk was outa her tits, anyway, and it was high time for me to give her another kind of 'relief.'
"In a hot second, man, there I was with my face completely buried in Josey's own private Grand Canyon, lappin' up her own private Colorado River. And I ain't jivin' when I call her spewin' cunt juices a river-I actually had to gulp at. sixty per to keep from drownin'. I mean, she had her hands pressin' on the back of my head, holdin' me in there tight, refusin' to let me out till her cunt was drained like her tits. But the bitch wasn't gonna get off that easy. Shit no. Yours truly was gettin' badly in need of some relief, too.
"With my hands I pulled hers from the back of my head and swung my ass around over her head, hangin' my throbbin', drippin' cock and balls smack over her mouth. She got the message. In a flash, ol' Josey opened up her yap as wide as she could, grabbed me around my little brown ass-cheeks, pulled them down hard-and let my cock sink far down into her throat. Then, man, I started pumpin' my ass, fuckin' her mouth for all I was worth, at the same time jammin' my long tongue deep into her cunt hole.
"We kept that up for I don't know how long, maybe one minute, maybe an hour, suckin' each other off like it was the last we'd ever get, like we'd die if we didn't suck the guts right outa each-other. Then the whole fuckin' ceilin' and all the walls came crashin' in on us, crushin' us to a pulp. We moaned and groaned and squirmed in pure agony, man- but it was no use. She wouldn't let go of my cock and I wouldn't let go of her cunt hole. The bitch was literally tryin' to suck my balls up through my cock to get the last little drop of my come! And I was literally tryin' to suck her inside out, her jism was so delicious.
"Yeah, talk about soul food; that fat mama was the soul food of the gods. But you know, man, you can't jus' go on forever eatin' away on each other like that. You'd have a fuckin' heart attack if ya did. We finally had to stop. Josey had to go home and fix dinner for her old man and get her kid from the baby-sitter. But before she left, she told me somethin' that really got me worked up: she said if I was better educated and could support her with some kind of respectable job where I wouldn't be whorin' around with other women, she'd leave her old man and tie in with me. Honest, that's what she said! And I could tell that she meant it.
"I thought it over and the next time we got together we struck a bargain. I told her that I'd get more schoolin' and after that I'd get a good straight job if she'd somehow keep her tits fresh with milk. She agreed because she said my suckin' her milk really turned her on and that was the whole point in wanting to shack with me.
"So here I am, man, tryin' to get myself lined up for some more schoolin'. I could make some big bread in my job at the escort service, but I really dig the shit outa fat Josey. I'd do most anything to have her all to myself."
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The foregoing excerpt from one of the case histories in this book serves to introduce the reader to the controversial subject matter we are dealing with-i.e. oral sex, or more specifically' oral masturbation. Also, it is deemed apropos, before proceeding with the various case histories presented in the main body of the text, to reflect objectively on the reason for the controversy and the commonly held opinions of professional researchers.
There are, of course, many varieties of oral sex, most of which fall in the category of mutuality, involving two or more persons. Discounting such "innocent" forms of oral contact as mouth-to-mouth kissing, the most common variety is generally regarded as soixaiite-veuf, frequently referred to as "sixty-nine," which brings male and female together in a dual mouth-to-genital, fellatio-cunnilingus posture. This is an act widely practiced throughout the world and far back in history; thus it has been well investigated and documented by numerous psychiatrists, psychologists, anthropologists, sociologists and other scientists, not to mention a great phalanx of very capable lay researchers.
This work proposes to explore not only the attitudes of past and present researchers on the subject of soixante-neuf said its variations, but also the actual physical acts involved and the circumstances, desires, and basic human instincts that inspire them. For, what conclusions can be reached from a controversy if the sort of thing that instigated it is not exposed for study? Certainly it would be most unfair to put oral sex, or anything else, on trial without some form of evidence upon which to base an opinion.
In order to study the practice as thoroughly as possible, the method of developing case histories through personal interviews has been utilized. This method which is used in the following chapters is considered superior because an individual sex act may be of minimal scientific value unless knowledge of the events occurring before and after is obtained. It is precisely this overall, multiple-perspective view which is achieved through the medium of the case history, presented in the words of the very ones who were involved directly in the act.
However, a factor to be considered in presenting five case histories for general study by the public is the obvious fact that professional diagnosis and prognosis is needed for a complete picture of the situations. To fill this void, therefore, each case history narrative in this book has been spliced with an appropriate commentary and appended with a brief summary statement, reflecting the thoughts and conclusions of the social worker assigned to the particular case.
Let us first define mutual oral masturbation in its proper context. The term refers to oral-genital contact and the erotic excitation ensuing from the act. Or, to be more explicit, it means that one partner places his or her mouth and/or tongue on, around, or in the other person's sex organ. The other person may reciprocate in like manner, as in the case of soixante-neuf, or may choose to be merely a recipient of the act, as in the case of fellatio or cunnilingus. Also, the excitation may be of such a high degree as to produce orgasm, though in some instances the act is intended as a form of "foreplay," in which case orgasm is usually postponed until the final act of coitus.
Due to the contraceptive benefits of mutual oral masturbation and also the erotic pleasures, the mutuality of the practice quite often extends to more that two partners of the opposite sex. That is to say, it may become sociosexually oriented to the extent that a third party is invited to participate, or perhaps two or more other couples. Especially in modern times, with the obsolescence of Victorian mores, this has become increasingly popular in certain liberal-minded circles, such as the little circles of "communes," one of which is described in this book. Certainly it goes without saying that additional mouths and tongues playing over a person's erogenous zones will produce additional erotic pleasure-providing, of course, that jealousies and other emotional conflicts do not interfere with the acts of the multiple participants.
Now what of the derivation of the term "mutual oral masturbation"? And why is it called masturbation? Perhaps one may interpret the word masturbation to mean the manual stimulation of a person's sex organ, either by use of the hand, fingers, or some mechanical device such as an electronic vibrator. But we should note that Webster's Seventh New Collegiate Dictionary defines masturbation as "stimulation of the genital organs to orgasm by manual or other body contact exclusive of sexual intercourse." Clearly, "other body contact" includes oral contact, albeit hand and finger contact may be employed much more frequently. Also, while Webster includes the objective of orgasm in his definition, it is not the objective but the process leading to the objective that constitutes the true act of masturbation. It is the process, in this case oral process, that we are primarily concerned with in this volume.
Some periods of history, of course, have not regarded mutual oral masturbation-or even fellation and cunnilingus, for that matter-with the same academic objectivity as we do today. Not only in the recent Victorian era but well beyond the Renaissance period it was looked upon with virtual horror by the moralists as something utterly perverse. And considering the relative -lack of hygiene, not to mention the much greater prevalence of venereal disease in those times, maybe they had a good point. But our moral perspective, as well as our appreciation of cleanliness, has undergone a drastic change since those periods, to the extent that the underlying reasons for the old strictures and taboos concerning oral love play no longer exist-except in the minds of a few Victorian holdovers.
Actually, in retrospect, the entire space of time from the days of the Caesars to a scant few decades ago was marked within our Western culture by open hostility toward any display or discussion of sex. We note that for well over a thousand years it was considered wholly indecent for a woman to wear clothes that so much as displayed her ankles, and even medical texts sparsely illustrated with sketches of human genitals were forbidden to the general public. And pity the man and woman caught outside the privacy of their boudoir in passionate embrace, especially if they were not married. Such "terrible sinfulness" usually earned them a scathing denunciation, if not severe corporal punishment. But now, thanks to our much more enlightened view of sex, it is possible without the slightest public censure to romp the beaches practically nude and purchase armfuls of the most graphic sex novels at the corner drug store.
Why, then, all of the controversy surrounding the practice of mutual oral masturbation? Frankly speaking, the controversy is not centered on the practice but rather on the legal strictures that are imposed by most of our states against the practice. Which is to say that the laws of the land covering and prohibiting the practice are not keeping pace with the tone of public opinion, much less the extent of public indulgence.
In his Sexual Behavior of the Human Female, Alfred C. Kinsey points out that, where the law is concerned' "charges are likely to be severe if genital manipulations or mouth-genital contacts are involved, for the latter may be penalized as felonies in most of the forty-eight states." In a footnote, his statement is elaborated as follows:
Although historically sodomy was confined to anal intercourse, today in most states some or all parts of mouth-genital contacts are specifically forbidden either as part of the sodomy statutes or in separate statutes. In many other states, some or all mouth-genital contacts are included by judicial decision in the term "crime against nature" or sodomy; or mouth-genital contacts have been considered to be "unnatural" or "perverse" or "lascivious" or "grossly indecent" conduct under statutes forbidding such conduct.
Hence the official codes of law in most states extend punishment to participants in mouth-genital relations under catch-all statutes that inadequately define such acts as "sodomy" and use them to gain felony convictions, irrespective of the fact that no real sodomy is committed and the act is engaged in strictest privacy by consenting adults without any resulting physical or mental injury. Therein lies the crux of the controversy: the flagrant ambiguity of the law arid the threat of severe punishment against all and sundry, even married couples who assume, and rightly so, that in marriage they have become "one flesh" with all of the freedoms and privileges it implies.
Notwithstanding the laws covering mutual oral masturbation, there is abundant evidence to support the contention that such practice is not only widely indulged but is a normal, instinctive, and, in many cases, desirable biological urge. No less an authority that Alfred C. Kinsey has stated in his aforementioned volume:
The significance of the mouth depends, of course, upon the fact that all of its parts are richly supplied with nerves. This is true throughout the class Mammalia, and also true of some of the other vertebrates ... It is not surprising that the two areas of the body which are most sensitive erotically, namely the mouth and genitalia, should frequently be brought into direct contact. The high incidence of such mouth-genital contacts in all species of mammals, from one end to the other of the class Mammalia, and the high frequency of mouth-genital contacts in the human animal have been detailed ...
The question now arises: In what instance would mutual oral masturbation be a desirable biological urge? Actually, from both the medical and nonmedical standpoint, there are many instances. It would be desirable, for example, when married couples are constrained from normal coital intercourse by a physical handicap such as an underdeveloped vaginal channel, or by sex organs that are too insensitive to coitus for the achievement of orgasm in that manner. Again, it would be desirable when one or the other married partner craves the extra stimulation and pleasure to the extent that to withhold it would threaten the solidarity of the union and the security of the offspring.
Modern authorities on sex and family life have no compunctions when it conies to advising mouth-genital sex as part of a well-rounded marital relationship. For example, Maxine Davis advises, in her book Sexual Responsibility of Women:
If the vulva becomes dry during prolonged intercourse and her lubricant is in the medicine chest down the hall, the wife will find that it is far better to moisten the area with the body's other natural lubricant, saliva, than to interrupt their pleasure by getting up and going away from her husband to get the tube or jar she needs.
Of course, she does not come right out and say that the husband should apply the saliva directly to the wife's vagina with his tongue, or that the wife should apply hers directly to the husband's organ, for that would be tantamount to recommending felony in the eye of the law. But the implication is clear. Unquestionably the wise authoress is assuming that the subject wife and husband are not making love with a representative of the law perched on the sidelines watching every move they make.
In this regard, it would be most interesting to learn-if such a survey were possible-the percentage of men and women representing the law who completely abstain from all forms of oral sex, especially those categories that are explicitly forbidden in the statutes. Since the people whose job it is to enforce the law are, in the main, healthy people with normal sex instincts and urges, the odds are that they are no more or less immune to the appeal of oral love than the average citizen. It is no wordier, then, that numerous legislators and judges are standing up now and being counted on the side of those who want the statutes realistically amended.
Realistically, the subject of mutual oral masturbation possesses interest and appeal that goes far beyond the mere pragmatic aspects of the act. Down through the ages many forms of art have glorified human mouth-genital contacts, from ancient Egyptian bas-reliefs to Greek and Roman friezes. Not only can we refer to countless expressions of the practice in the art of the ancient and neoancient Western cultures, but countless more from the old civilizations of the Far East, particularly from the temples of India. Indeed, some of the great classics of art depict men and women engaging in mouth-genital sex, such as Rodin's famous sculpture Soixante-neuf, which leaves nothing to the imagination.
Therefore, if the situations described in the following case histories seem a bit strange, it is only because truth is often the strangest of happenings. Very likely they are but modern enactments of situations that have occurred a thousand times before down through the centuries, with but slight variations.
Chapter One Proof Of The Pudding
"My mother and dad may have been old-fashioned in many ways-working long hours on the farm, taking us kids to church every Sunday, and never sashaying through the house minus their clothes-but they sure weren't dumb on the subject of modern sex. And I don't mean the kind of sex that's involved in breeding farm livestock, either.
"Like it was yesterday, I can still hear my dad saying a little worriedly to mom: "You'd better get Francine off and tell her what to watch out for in New York ... else she might run into some trouble." Then my mom, turning to me with a loving smile and saying: "Your pa's right, honey. Come, let's go upstairs and talk while I help you finish your packing." My two kid sisters wanted to come, too, so they could listen in, but my dad ordered them to go out and play. What mom had to say to me was none of their business, he said.
"Up in my room, I got the word, all right - and mom didn't pull any punches. She laid it right on the line, using the frankest, bluntest language she knew, surprising the hell out of me. "Honey, when you get to the big city, you gotta be real careful not to take up with the wrong men," she cautioned as she took a mysterious little package from her apron pocket and stuck it in one of my suitcases, under my spare panties. "There's a lot of evil ones there, slick-talkin' dudes who pull all kinds of sly tricks on innocent little country gals like you, just to get at their virgin pussies."
"Sure, I was a virgin then - but how did mom know? I could've been laid a hundred or more times, because the boys around home liked to fuck, too. As much as big-city guys. Some of them had already tried to feel me up and get me hot so they could horse around between my legs, and maybe stick their cocks in me. And they might've made the grade with me too, if it hadn't been for my fear of getting knocked up, which would've wrecked all my plans for a career in advertising. I'd studied, too - hard - learning copy-writing, public relations, and all that, and saved too long for the job-hunting trip to New York, to let anything interfere.
"Oh, mom, you and daddy don't have anything to worry about where I'm concerned," I replied. "I'm not the least bit interested in men and sex. Even if I was interested, I won't have the time when I get to New York; I'll be too busy looking for an opening in one of the big Madison Avenue agencies and working hard to move up to a good, responsible position with big pay. If I accept any dates, it will only be with the agency executives, men who can help my career. They won't try anything funny with me, like having sex with me, because they are gentlemen who will respect me."
"My mom sort of sighed, then, and shook her head. "I hope so, Francine ... I hope so. But men are men, regardless of the gentlemanly front they put on. Let one of them get a hard on for you and he'll try to get into your panties. It never fails. I learned that before I married your pa. Then, when that happens, I found out, a girl can usually do just one of three things to keep him on the string ..."
"I stopped my packing for a minute and looked straight at her, kind of amazed at her worldliness and wisdom in such matters-and kind of proud, too. I'd always loved my parents dearly, positive that I had the best mom and dad in the whole world, but at the same time I'd thought of them as being pretty damned stodgy. Now I was learning different; they weren't stodgy at all. In fact, they were real hep, letting me in on some of the bare facts of life.
"One of what three things, mom?" I asked, curious as hell. Up to now I'd figured that a girl only had one choice: getting fucked.
"Well, honey-when a girl or woman finds herself in a spot where a man is real hot for her pussy and determined to get his nuts off-you know, satisfy his passion-she can hold his friendship either by letting him put his big, stiff cock-organ in her pussy so he can get his nuts off that way or she can jerk him off with her hands, or she can ... "
"Yes, mom? She can ... ?"
"She can take his cock into her mouth and suck him off, like I do to your pa ever so often." There was a little flush of embarrassment on mom's face as she said this, but she went on packing one of my suitcases and talking. "Pa loves it that way, better than fuckin', he says, and I reckon that most other men do, too. It makes them shoot their wad real quick, when a girl is good at it, and there's no danger of pregnancy. If it wasn't for me doing that to your pa, we'd probably have two dozen kids by now, instead of three."
"I was flabbergasted, thinking it was awfully selfish of dad. The lousy bum! Up till now I'd always had him pegged as the most unselfish guy I'd ever known. And I told my mom so.
"Hold on, honey," she said with a mischievous little chuckle, "your pa ain't all that bad. You see, I haven't told you everything ... not quite. You oughta know that your pa wouldn't leave me hangin' all hot and bothered in mid-air. He loves me too much for that. In fact, he takes care of me real good ... real good." As she said this, she impulsively pressed her pussy against the corner of the table, thinking I wouldn't notice. The mental vision of what she was about to tell me was obviously getting her cunt itchy and hot.
"Mom, that ain't fair, teasing me like that," I scolded. "Just how does pa take good care of you while you're sucking his cock? C'mom, please tell me. That's the whole purpose of our talk, isn't it, for me to learn these things?"
"Mom flushed a deeper shade of red and turned her face away as she said, "Well, child, I suppose I might as well tell you: pa sucks my pussy, too, while I'm sucking him. We play a little game called sixty-nine, sucking each other off after he gets me in heat by kissing and tonguing me all over my breasts and stomach, and that way we both end up having a great big orgasm. Of course, we wash ourselves good first, so there's nothing unsanitary about it. In fact it's really quite wholesome-and nice."
"Golly, how about that? There was my own mom telling me about her sixty-nine orgies with my dad-and it was so wonderful, so exciting, hearing it. Hearing it, hell-I also wanted to see it! If I'm going to learn about such things, I thought, I can learn a lot better with the real thing in front of me, not just a vague sort of mental picture.
"Yeah, that does sound kind of nice," I said, burning with unfulfilled curiosity. "And thanks a lot, ma, for telling me. I appreciate it ... a whole lot. Now when I get to New York and those big-city wolves make like they want to fuck me, I'll know what to do. Only ... only I wish I could see you and dad sucking each other off-so I'd really know what to do."
"Would you, child? Would you honestly like to see your pa and me going at it?"
"I'd love to-honestly."
"It would have to be secret. We couldn't let your sisters watch. They're still a little too young for such things."
"I'll lock my bedroom door, then hide in your closet just before you and pa go to bed. Okay? Is that okay with you, mom?" I could feel my cunt beginning to juice up, already wanting some of this treatment for itself, not wanting to wait for the. hot-mouths of New York City.
"By now we'd finished my packing and my mom was walking slowly toward the door, thinking. "All right ... all right. You can hide in our closet and watch us tonight. But you'll have to be real quiet because I don't know how pa would take it if he found out." She said this without turning around to me, as though she was simply thinking out loud. And then she was out of the door, on her way to the kitchen.
"Thanks heaps for helping me pack, mom," I called to her. "Thanks heaps for everything-"
"Now I suppose you think that was pretty terrible, a mother conspiring with her daughter to show her a sixty-nine session-between her own parents. But I can't help what you think, or anybody else, for that matter. I just know that I thought it very intelligent, at the time, for a mother to offer a live demonstration of sex to her daughter for the purpose of education. And I still think it was intelligent. What the hell, that's the trouble with most parents: they tell their kids very little about the facts of life-and show them nothing. So what do you get? You get generations of kids who have to find out for themselves, and get hurt bad in the process.
"Anyway, I was on pins and needles the rest of the day, waiting for bedtime to come, and not just because I'd wake up the next morning for the last time at home, trading my farm home for a nifty little apartment in the big, big city where I hoped to make it big, too. No, I was looking forward to seeing the show of my life, right there on the farm, better than any show on Broadway, or Hollywood, or anywhere. Best of all, the stars of the show would be my own ma and pa. And the name of the show was S-U-C-K. Or rather I should say, D-O-U-B-L-E S-UC-K. Sure, it had an X rating, but then don't all good shows?
"So, when my ma and pa's bedtime rolled around, there I was, stashed in their closet behind some clothes-in case my dad peeked in-and trusting my mom to open the closet door a little before she got too involved in her orgy. A few minutes later, the stars of the show came on stage, so to speak, and the curtain lifted on Scene One.
"Good and faithful trouper that she was, my mother first opened the closet door for me about six inches, then she went straight to my dad and planted a great, big passionate kiss on his mouth. I could see her thrusting her tongue far into his mouth, pushing her pussy area hard against the fly of his overalls. And she wasn't doing this just for my benefit; no, she was actually in heat from the idea of the impending sixty-nine orgy, with me watching.
"And my dad was quick to comprehend and respond, for he shoved his fly right back at her, and I could see him sucking avidly on her tongue, then thrusting his own into her mouth. A few seconds later, they had their clothes off and he was sucking her little peach-size tits, at the same time grabbing and squeezing the nice, firm, dimpled cheeks of her ass, his huge, circumcised cock sticking straight out above his enormous balls. Then they disappeared into the bathroom.
"For about five minutes I could hear water splashing in the bathroom and muffled voices. Although the voices of my mom and dad weren't very distinct-held down low to keep them from carrying into their childrens' rooms-I caught a few words. "What flavor would you like tonight, dear-mint or marshmallow?" I heard my mother ask. Sonovabitch! They've even got different flavors, I chuckled softly to myself. Then I heard my dad's beautiful, very gallant answer. "Pussy flavor," he said. "You know that I can't get enough of your own sweet flavor, especially when you have an orgasm and shoot your come in my mouth. Oh, mama, how I do love to drink that nice honey-come of yours!"
"My old man ... what a hot-suckin' muff diver he turned out to be! And, somehow, I loved him all the more for it. He was making my mom happy, that was the main thing; but he was also making my own pussy juices flow, thrilling me, too. I was wearing one of those simple country nightgowns with no panties underneath, so it was easy for me to reach under and insert my fingers into my cunt, feeling the hot cream. And I wasn't about to waste that good cream either; by the time mom and daddy returned to the bedroom where I could see them, I had it nicely smeared over my hard, erected clit, making it easy to masturbate.
"C'mon, mama, let's don't fool around with too many preliminaries tonight. We're both too hot. Come over here and squat down on my face so I can jam my tongue way up deep in that big, juicy cunt of yours." That, of course, was my dad talking as he lay down on his back on the floor, craning his face up and opening his mouth wide like a newborn bird waiting for its mother to drop a worm in.
"Sure, pappa dear ... sure ... here it is ... all the pussy you want. C'mon now, ram your tongue into my cunt hole. Ham it in ... deeper, deeper, DEEPER! Ohhhhhh, pappa, that feels so good, sooooooo gooooood!" And that was my mom, squatting down on my dad's starved mouth, feeding him her great, hairy, puffy cunt, trying hard to envelop his head completely in her hole.
"What a sight! What an education! I masturbated faster, jamming a finger into my slippery cunt-hole while I rubbed hard against my clit with my thumb. Then I slipped out of my nightgown and with my other hand played with my tits, milking them, getting them hard and making the nipples blossom out big and red. To make it better, I smeared some of my cunt juice on my nipples and pretended it was the oozing of my milk. Then I tasted it. Nice. A little fishy but sweet and nice, like wild honey. I wanted more, so I gave myself more, bringing many finger loads of it up from my cunt to my mouth, each time sucking the oily substance clean from my fingers, getting intoxicated from it.
"Or maybe it wasn't my own cunt juices that got me intoxicated. Maybe it was the drama taking place there on the floor before my eyes. What a beautiful, exciting scene. As my dad ate hungrily away at my mom's pussy, his cock was sticking straight up. It was huge, bigger than I ever imagined a man's cock could be. It reminded me of pictures I'd seen of the Washington Monument, towering over the whole countryside. Only pa's dick was alive; and throbbing, and spewing bubbles of cock-honey.
"Cock-honey? Now why did I think that? But, of course, I was tasting my own juices as I watched and sort of figured that a man's juices were just as delicious. At least my mom thought they were, because suddenly she gasped, "No, pappa, I don't want to come just yet!" and then she raised up off of his face. The next instant she was down on all fours beside him, taking his great prick greedily into her mouth. I could plainly see her sucking up all of his spewing juice and trying to draw up more from the depths of his balls. My mom and me, we obviously were two of a kind.
"Yes, I'm sorry, but I must honestly confess that I would have liked to drink up those cock-juices, too-but the cock belonged to my own father. My mother had a right to it. I didn't. I'd have to wait until I found a guy in New York, the right kind of guy, with a big, juicy prick, and a taste for a big, juicy cunt-like mine.
"In the meantime, the curtain was rising on Scene Two of the present drama, thrilling me with anticipation. I saw my mom, stark naked and beautiful, considering her thirty-eight years, leap up on the bed and spread her legs wide, beckoning. Her cunt was fully exposed, displaying all of the delicate-pink inner meat of the cunt-lips, and the erected knob of her clit, and the gaping, juice-filled hole, all glistening and steaming with the heat of her tremendous passion.
"Of course, it was an invitation that my dad couldn't resist. In a flash, he was sprawled above her, burying his face in her wide-open cunt and lowering his big, throbbing cock into her eager, waiting mouth. Then I heard the furious slurping as they both commenced to suck away at each other's organ. It reminded me of a watermelon-eating contest I had witnessed the summer before. Only this scene between my parents was ten times more impassioned-and a thousand times more exciting.
"Obviously, their frenzied licking and sucking had a single goal now: to make each other come. And it was equally obvious that they were perfectly synchronized, knowing exactly what technique to use to give the other the greatest excitement. For example, there was my dad's tongue plunging deeper and deeper, faster and faster, into my mom's cunt hole; while she moved her head up and down with longer and longer strokes, sucking in more and more of his swollen, throbbing dick, milking it for all she was worth with the compression of her lips and inner mouth.
"I could plainly see their orgasms building to the point of a tremendous explosion, and the sight of it gave me the thrill of my life. But finger-fucking myself there in the closet and milking my tits became a fading pleasure, sort of blanked out by the sight and sound of that torrid orgy on the bed. I needed something else-something that would give me a greater sense of participation. I needed something to suck! I wanted to come when they came! And then I found what I needed: the long, fat handle of a hairbrush.
"For just an instant, my dad withdrew his face and tongue from my mom's cunt. "C'mon, girl ... shoot ... fill my mouth with your sweet come! Shoot, girl ... SHOOT!" Then he shoved his long tongue back into her gaping cunt-hole and fucked her with it more furiously than before.
"I couldn't help myself. With those hot, taunting words echoing in my ears, I jammed the hairbrush handle deep into my own juice-filled cunt, all of the way, then quickly sucked it into my mouth. I pretended that it was a real man-cock, hot and throbbing, spouting little droplets of real man-come. I move it back and forth in my mouth, sucking with the same desperation that my mother was sucking ... feeling the orgasm build in my wildly pulsating groins.
"Then I heard mom's muffled, gasping voice as she momentarily released my dad's cock from her dripping mouth. "Yes, pappa ... I'm going to shoot! You're making me shoot! Yes, yes ... keep sucking ... keep fucking my cunt with your big cock-tongue ... I'm coming ... COMING ... COOOMMMIIINNNGGG!!!" Then, writhing in unbearable ecstasy, she gulped down my dad's glistening wet prick again, sucking on it like she was trying to pull it out by the roots.
"My eyes were glued to them, not missing a single quiver of their passion-torn bodies. Then, when it seemed that mom had only pumped on dad's cock two or three times, he came, going into a great, violent convulsion. 'Ohhhhhh, maaaam-mmmaaaa ... mmmmmmmmmmm ... " he moaned as he lifted his dripping face from mom's cunt. "That was great ... great ... GREAT!"
"Then about the time he uttered the last 'great,' it was my turn. My finger in my cunt hole and my make-believe man-cock in my mouth were the bombs, but the sight of my parents releasing their great passion in a gigantic come was the fuse that set off the explosion in me, giving me the biggest, wildest, most thrilling orgasm I'd ever had in my life. My come literally poured from my cunt, running down my thighs in rivulets of liquid fire, completely draining away all of my strength. Dimly I was conscious of slumping down on the floor of the closet in a limp, naked heap.
"In what seemed like a deep, euphoric dream hours later, but really only a minute or two later, I heard a voice whispering urgently very close to me. "Francine, honey ... quick, get up and go to your room! Your pa's gone to the bathroom but he'll be back in a minute and then it'll be too late. C'mon, hurry!" It was my mom, of course, and mustering my little remaining strength, I gathered up my nightgown and did her bidding.
"That was beautiful, mom ... really beautiful. Thanks a million for letting me watch," I sort of mumbled as I left their bedroom and headed for my own.
"And mom answered hurriedly, rather matter-of-factly: "You're welcome, honey. I just hope that you learned something that will help to protect you when you get to New York. The whole idea of the sixty-nine you just saw is to have satisfying sex without getting pregnant ... and without having to use those awful contraceptives. Good night, dear."
"So that was sixty-nine? I thought when I got to my room and flopped in bed. How wonderful! How positively marvelous! But if the sight of it was so great, think of how much greater the actual experience will be, having a real man's cock in my mouth-and a real man's tongue fucking away deep in my cunt-jeepers! I could hardly wait to get to New York."
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Before we consider the events that ensued after Francine's early introduction to oral-genital love-making, it would be well to review some of the more pertinent psychological aspects of both her own and her mother's thinking on the subject as we have seen it evidenced in her confession thus far. First, there was her very candid admission that her desire for sex up to the time of her parents' orgiastic display was almost quiescent, for she had preempted it by her ambition for an advertising career. Since the strongest of human instincts, according to Freud and other leading psychoanalysts, is the instinct for sex, it would seem, at first glance, that she was either extremely dedicated to her career or extremely frigid. Though, as it turned out, neither hypothesis would be correct.
The fact of the matter was simply that Francine had subconscious compulsions outside the area of "normal" sex drives involving "conventional" intercourse between male and female. When she was made the object of sexual overtures by the various boys in the neighborhood of her farm, she resisted them easily on the premise that to yield and expose herself to the possibility of pregnancy would endanger her planned career; whereas the real likelihood was that she resisted because the idea of genital-genital sex just did not offer sufficient appeal and stimulation.
Why wouldn't conventional sex with the boys she knew from the adjacent farms excite a girl like r Francine? Subsequent to the completed interview with her, the psychiatrist with whom she was consulting diagnosed her as a "pathological oralist as the direct result of parental influences and a hypererogenous oral cavity." In other words, she entertained an inbred fear of pregnancy that reflected the more or less overt fear of her parents; she was made graphically aware of a safe and sexually satisfying alternative through the exhibit of her parents as they engaged in fellatio-cunnilingus (sixty-nine); and to further diminish her interest in-normal, conventional coitus, she had a congenital over concentration of sexually excitable nerves in her mouth, probably inherited from her parents.
Then, too, it must be conceded that Francine put great stock in the example of her parents, respecting them immensely for providing her with a good and happy childhood upbringing that could set the stage for a prestigious career in advertising. She especially seems to have respected her mother for showing her the sixty-nine way to contraceptive sex, never doubting in her adolescent naivet� that her mother put on the highly erotic show for any other reason than teaching. Even if she had the maturity and presence of mind to detect a strong exhibitionistic tendency in her mother, it is still highly unlikely that she would have thought ill of it; for what is most apparent in the foregoing narrative is the basic similarity in the natures of mother and daughter.
Francine came by her pathological oralism honestly, we have to grant that. Also, it is quite apparent from the interview up to this point that her parents who bequeathed to her their strong oralistic natures are not suffering any neuroses, guilt complexes or loss of community status because of their choice of sex. But what of Francine herself? She won't have the privacy and security and maturity of her parents when she gets to New York. She will be strictly on her own and to learn how she fared we must now continue with the second and final segment of her narrative.
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"This morning after my mom showed me what sixty-nine was all about, my dad took me bright and early in his pickup truck to the bus depot in town. He had a happy, abstract expression on the way there, and spoke very little; but that didn't hurt my feelings any because I knew he was recalling the wild orgy with my mom the night before and, deep down, was sorry to see me go. Golly, what a bulge he had at his fly! His thoughts were giving him a tremendous hard on, and, I swear, if he hadn't been my own father I would have been tempted to haul it out and suck on it. To be perfectly honest, I was also recalling that torrid scene of the night before and carrying a hard on. A clit hard on. And on top of that, I could feel myself getting a tongue hard on. Wasn't that terrible?
"But then, thank heaven, we arrived at the bus depot and I got my mind on other things. There was the business of getting my tickets to New York, checking my suitcases and all that, not to mention the problem of getting a good seat at the very rear of the bus. Why the rear? Well, I'd heard that it is more private back there, that's why. If my thoughts of mom and dad playing sixty-nine got me excited again and in the mood to diddle myself, I wanted to be where I had the least chance of being spied on-not during the day, of course, but after dark. A girl friend of mine once told me that she even got screwed on the back seat of a bus after dark, without any of the other nearby passengers noticing.
"Anyway, after I boarded the bus I finally managed to get an old geezer to trade his rear seat for my front seat. But I still wasn't alone back there because a sailor got on the bus at the last minute and plopped down beside me. He was courteous enough about it, asking if the seat was taken and if I minded having company, but I still would have preferred my privacy.
"Then, out of the corner of my eye, I got a better look at him. He was actually quite handsome, I noticed, and about five years older than my nineteen years. He had his little white sailor cap on, but cropping out from in front I could see pretty blond curls. And on the chest of his clean, neatly pressed uniform were a great assortment of service and battle ribbons, telling me that he'd really been around. I didn't know much about navy rank insignia, but I could see by the three stripes on his sleeve that he was pretty high up for an enlisted man.
"In other words, the guy sort of turned me on. So what if I don't get a chance during the trip to fantasize on what my mom taught me? I thought. This sailor boy is probably an extremely interesting conversationalist-and maybe if I encouraged him a little after dark, he could teach me a lot more. Then the bus pulled out of the depot and soon after that my curiosity was in the process of getting satisfied.
"Do you mind too much if I smoke?" the sailor asked, turning to me with an easy, relaxed air.
"I looked his way just in time to catch him glancing fleetingly at my bosom and slightly exposed knees. "No, I don't mind," I answered with a polite coquettish little smile. "So long as you don't smoke cigars. I hate cigar smoke. It makes me sick."
"I could see, of course, that he had a cigarette in his hand, not a cigar, but I had to throw out some kind of bait for more talk. And, of course, wise man of the world that he was, he snapped the bait right up. He agreed that cigar smoke, especially on a bus, smelled awful. Then after offering me a cigarette, which I declined, he introduced himself as Richard-I forget his last name-and started asking questions about me, casual questions like where was I from and how far was I going. As I answered him, after first giving him my name, I sparked his interest in me a little more by thrusting out my chest, accentuating the contour of my tits, and by letting the hem of my skirt slide up a bit more.
"Did it work? You damn right it did. Richard's eyes jerked immediately to the swells of my tits and the inviting spectacle of my bare knees. And before long he was telling me what a sight for sore eyes I was to him. It seems that he'd just returned from three years of submarine duty on the high seas and hadn't been close to a girl in all that time, Sure, he was right now coming off of a thirty-day leave at home where he had several sisters, but sisters don't count, he said, because who wants to get close to them? Really close, that is.
"I don't know why, but I asked him then if he'd ever seen his sisters naked. Maybe I was thinking of my dad in his beautiful nakedness as he and mom sucked each other off. And maybe I just wanted to steer the conversation deeper into the subject of sex to see if I could give him a hard on and, at the same time, tease my pussy a little. I don't know. Anyway, he confessed unblushingly that he'd seen his sisters naked many times and on several occasions had even caught them in the act of masturbating. But the sight of it hadn't turned him on one little bit, he said. The liar.
"How did I know he was lying? Because I saw a trace of lasciviousness on his face as he refreshed his memory. And glancing down at his fly, I could see a hefty bulge beginning to form, growing snakelike down the inner thigh of his tight-fitting pants. Golly, what a beautiful sight! Also, he was taking in my body more hungrily now, obviously stimulated by his thoughts into thinking of how he'd like to get my clothes off and fuck me-right on the bus. Not that I minded his lying. Heavens, no! After all, what's a few lies between a horny guy and gal if the purpose is to get them both hornier-and maybe get them some nice, delicious sucking into the bargain ?
"My mom's wild demonstration the night before had really made a terrific impression on me, because all I could see in my mind's eye was Richard's big, bare cock. Sure, her intentions had been honorable enough-all she wanted was to teach me how to satisfy a man sexually without fear of becoming pregnant-but the effect, which she hadn't counted on, was to put me in a raging heat and keep me there, with visions sticking in my mind of me doing what she and my dad had done. Sucking a man's big, hard, throbbing dick and thrilling to him eating away at my hot, dripping cunt was a new ambition that had become a veritable obsession with me.
"And now, here was opportunity, neatly packaged in a sailor suit, staring me straight in the face. Maybe Richard wouldn't agree to eating my pussy on the bus because it might be too obvious and embarrassing if one of the other passengers happened to glance our way. Even in the dark of the approaching night, our outlines would be visible to those sitting close by. But he surely wouldn't be afraid to let me rest my head on his lap, his cock in my mouth, like I was sleeping there. In fact, he'd love it if he was half the man my dad was-and had a dick half as hungry for sucking.
"Damn, what was I worried about? I thought. I should've known by his name that everything was going to be just fine after it got dark. "My friends call me Dick," he said shortly, "and I wish you'd call me that, too. We've only just met but I'd like to think of you as my friend, anyway. Okay?"
"Okay, friend," I responded as a mischievous thought crossed my mind. "That's what I'll call you from now on. Only ... only I should think your friends would go a bit further and call you Big Dick. After all, you are rather ... big." I purposely glanced down at the great elongated bulge between his legs as I said that, grinning as best I could like a nervy slut, not wanting him to think I was just a little country bumpkin who didn't know the score.
"Hey, baby, you're really hep, aren't you? Those pretty eyes of yours don't miss a thing. That's the trouble with these tight-fitting navy uniforms; a guy gets ideas looking at a gorgeous female and it sticks right out on him for everyone to see." Then, leaning over closer with more of a lascivious expression on his handsome, salty features: "But in your case, baby, I don't mind so much. Know why? Because I can tell by the look in your eyes and by the way you're licking your chops that you appreciate the sight of a he-man-size cock."
"At this point I don't mind telling you that I was confused and flustered, struggling for more self-control. Suddenly, it all seemed so awfully brazen, the way we were talking on very short acquaintance. It made me feel, well, sort of dirty, like a young whore with no ladylike modesty at all. Even my mom, as uninhibited as she was sexually, carried herself as a perfect lady in public. Still, in another way, this conversation with Dick was not thought of as dirty but as something beautiful, exciting, adventurous-exactly what my aching groins needed.
"At any rate, there was no stopping now. Deep down, I realized that. Deep down, I could feel the twitching of my clitoris and the pulsing of my cunt hole mounting, their juices soaking my panties. The whole inside of my mouth, tongue and all was also heating up with sex lust, secreting a choking flood of saliva. I needed-desperately needed-to experience what my mom had experienced last night with my dad. And not as a mere, masturbating spectator. No, damn it-whatever the sacrifice in ladylike modesty, I wasn't going to let this opportunity with the sailor waste away!
"Well, let's put it this way," I said in response to his last remark as I swallowed my saliva and fumbled in my purse for my lipstick. "I do appreciate he-man types ... and I must confess that the bulge down there on your uniform turns me on. What's more, I can understand how you must feel looking at a woman now after all those years at sea. You must be really starved for sex."
"It wasn't so much what I said that got him bolder, but the way I said it-and what I did immediately afterward. As soon as I had my lipstick out of my purse, I looked around to see if anyone was watching, then pulled my skirt up real high to give him a peek at my soft white inner thighs. "There, sailor boy, is a little coming-home present from me to you. How do you like it?"
"I started to pull my skirt down again quickly lest the two people across the aisle got curious, but Dick restrained me. "Beautiful, baby ... absolutely beautiful!" he exclaimed softly, leaning over closer. "Raise it up a little higher so I can see your sweet pussy. C'mon, please, raise it up a little higher."
"I gave him a flash look. "There, you see, I have my panties on. And, smarty, don't ask me to go take them off in the ladies' john because I don't want you getting too horny while it's so light and other people can see. I'll do it later when it gets dark." The next instant I had my skirt back down to my knees and was proceeding to put on some lipstick.
"The show was on the road. Dick pulled me over before I'd finished applying my lipstick and planted a hot, lingering kiss smack on my mouth, in the process flicking his tongue deep around the base of mine. "Thanks a million for the look, beautiful," he whispered excitedly right after. "You're the answer to my prayers." Then he produced a newspaper from his little travel bag on the upper shelf and spread it on his lap. "Here, reach you hand under," he whispered again. "Feel of my cock and balls. I know you want to, because I can tell that you're every bit as horny and hard up as I am."
"Of course, I did as he asked. In fact I spent the next three hours playing with his enormous, hot, throbbing cock and balls, reaching my hand under his fly which he'd unbottoned for me. Once I lifted the paper slightly and stole a look-magnificent!-but I dared not look for long; the temptation to take it in my mouth and suck all of the come out of his balls was just too great.
"Then night came, and I didn't have to resist temptation any longer. Resting my head in Dick's lap in a pretense of sleeping, hidden from view under the newspaper, I grasped his huge, pulsating organ in one hand and gingerly started to lick the end. There was a great bead of sweet, oily substance there which tasted very like my own cunt drippings, and I pursed my lips around it, careful to savor and drink down all of it, sucking in an effort to draw up more. Burning shivers of cock-lust raged in me stronger and stronger as my mind returned once again to that torrid scene between mom and dad; for now I wasn't just a spectator-I had a big, hot man-cock of my own to suck -and now I could fully appreciate what it was about this kind of sex that so delighted my parents.
"Take it all in your mouth, baby. Suck it in and out like your mouth is your cunt being fucked. Take my balls in your mouth and suck them, too. Do a good job on me, sweetheart, and I'll give you lots of my delicious, hot jism to drink."
"I heard him whispering that to me as he leaned over and partially lifted the newspaper. But he didn't need to give me any urging. It was my intention to take his prick and nuts, lock, stock, and barrel, deep into my mouth and drain them dry. But I didn't want to hurry. This was much too delicious and thrilling to bring to an early end. I knew that Dick wouldn't be able to eat my cunt in the bus because of the cramped quarters, so I wanted my cock-sucking to last clear through the night. Then, just before morning when we were due in New York, I'd pour it on with some mouth and tongue action-like mom gave dad-that would practically drown me in come.
"That was my original intention. As it happened, though, my pent-up lust for cock-sucking was much too strong to be contained, even for a few minutes. Fired by the indescribable thrill of the sailor's great fuck-stick in my hand and the intoxicating taste of his cock juice in my mouth, I completely lost control of my passion. Involuntarily, in one great, overpowering impulse, I opened my mouth as wide as possible and thrust down hard with my head, plunging that magnificent prick deep into my throat.
"I was gagged, throttled, choked-but oh, man, how I loved it! I could feel my cunt going into a wild spasm of joy, spewing juice all over my crotch. Then I started pumping his prick with my mouth, wrapping my tongue tightly around it with each stroke, sucking with all of the suction I could possibly generate. Then on a second quick impulse, I switched my mouth to his balls and sucked them all the way in, rolling them around inside with my tongue as my mom had done with my dad's huge balls. A few minutes of this and I was back on his hot, granite like prick, gulping it again for all I was worth.
"Then I received my first reward. Somehow Dick had managed to get his hand unobtrusively under my skirt and all the way up between my legs. About time! Hell, that was why I'd taken off my panties a little earlier-so he could get himself a good feel of my hot cunt and give me some good finger-fucking. Now he was up there and, I must say, he really had some talented digits. Working them all up and down in the hot cream between my cunt lips, he first went to work on my clit, sending ten thousand volts of electricity coursing through my groins with each nudge and pinch. Then, finally, when I was right on the verge of exploding in a giant orgasm, he moved his hand down and plunged first one finger, then two, deep into my hot, anxiously awaiting vagina.
"Thank God for that hairbrush handle last night in the closet. I felt no pain-only ecstasy, sheer, electrifying, all-consuming ecstasy. But it didn't quite have that ultimate sensation that was needed to put me back on the brink of an orgasm. A mouth and tongue down there on my cunt, that's what I needed, I thought as I shifted into yet a higher gear with my sucking of Dick's cock-that and about a quart of good man-come to drink.
"Good ol' mom. She sure did teach me a good lesson in how to suck a man's prick. For I'd only been in high gear about three seconds when I felt Dick's fingers jerking quickly out of my cunt, his legs jerking quickly up, and his chest jerking quickly down onto my head. It was a jolting, convulsive movement of his whole body, like he'd been struck by a bolt of lightning. Then I got it, not a whole quart as I wanted, but enough to completely fill my mouth.
"The taste? It was strange, sort of flat like the white of raw egg, yet full of exciting flavor, like salted honey. But it wasn't the flavor that effected me so much as the superpotent chemistry of it-or maybe it was the supereroticism of having a man's fucking-rod exploding its passion directly in my mouth. I don't know for sure. Anyway, it acted like concentrated aphrodisiac on my whole mind and body, bringing me almost instantaneously to the point of a gigantic, earth-shaking orgasm. For a second or two I sucked and pumped even more furiously on his prick, desperate for every last drop of that creamy elixir-then I let go.
"To put it lightly, I thought I was being wrenched completely inside out. Never, but never, had I experienced such terrible, excruciating ecstasy! And though I tried not to, I must of done a lot of writhing and moaning, because shortly I heard Dick's voice saying reassuringly above the newspaper: "It's all right, folks-she's just having a little nightmare. Something she ate back at the bus depot, I guess." Then, to sort of back him up, I slid my mouth reluctantly off his still pulsating cock, raised myself to a normal sitting position, careful to leave the newspaper spread out on his lap, and complained sleepily: "My stomach feels kind of funny. I think I'd better sit up."
"What a wonderful, marvelous night ride. And what a beautiful traveling companion Dick was. He was made to order for the occasion, making me, in just a few hours, a full-fledged, fulfilled woman-almost. Almost, because I had experienced only half of the sexual joy my mom had shown me. I still hadn't thrilled to the feel of a man's tongue in my cunt. But then, as they say, Rome wasn't built in a day; I could instill patience in my hot box a little while longer, until I had a chance to meet some nice, sexy guys in New York.
"In the meantime, I figured that I should cement relations with Admiral Richard, which was the pet name I gave him. I got his navy address so I could write to him and let him know how he could locate me after his discharge. And he promised faithfully to keep in touch, because he said that he'd sort of fallen in love with me, meaning, of course, my brand of cock-sucking. I was only in my late teens but I definitely was no fool; he couldn't possibly, in that brief time of a night, have gotten to know me well enough to love me for any other reason. But, what the hell, I didn't mind-the feeling was mutual because there was really only one thing about him that turned me on. And it wasn't his good looks or charming personality. It was something on the order of live food, and before I arrived at my destination I was greedy and lustful enough to indulge myself twice more.
"New York City turned out to be ten times as big and crowded as I had imagined. The 'Admiral' had to rush right off from the bus depot to report in at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, so I had no one to lead me through the maze. For a few hours I was utterly lost, orphaned, on the verge of panicking and getting back on the bus for a quick return trip to my home on the farm. But then, thank God, a taxi driver noticed my plight. "Hello, miss. Need some help? My cab is at your disposal if you'd like transportation to a hotel or somewhere."
"Golly, yes, I do need some help! I don't know which way to turn in this mammoth city of yours. Do you know of a good, clean, economical hotel on Madison Avenue-where all the big advertising agencies are? That's where I really want to go." He was a fat, wizened little Italian fellow, radiating sincerity and honesty. I knew that I could place myself safely in his hands-figuratively speaking, of course.
"Sure thing, miss. My cab's the first one on the street there. Hop right in and I'll take you to a good little hotel I know just two blocks away from most of the big agencies on Madison Avenue. There aren't any hotels of any size closer than that."
"I told him that was just fine, handed him my suitcases, and a few moments later was barreling through the heavy traffic of Gotham like part of some weird, magic process of osmosis. What a scary ride! Regardless of how thick the cars and trucks were, we seemed to never slow down as we raced around and between them, finding openings that I couldn't see but which he, somehow did see. Then just about the time I was feeling an uncontrollable urge to piss in my panties, we were there, smack in front of a modest-sized hotel that might've been second-class by my taxi driver's standards but which looked like a sumptuous palace to hayseed me.
"It was super deluxe in the room I got there, too. But the weekly rate, surprisingly, wasn't high at all. In fact, it was exactly the amount of money I had budgeted myself for until I landed my job and could afford to move into a small, permanent apartment. With its big soft bed and complete privacy, it was perfect for masturbating, too. And that was how I spent the rest of the day, masturbating. For now I had two mental visions taunting and arousing my pussy and mouth: that of my mom and dad sixty-nining, and that of me gobbling the sailor's delicious big cock.
"Of course, you'll want to know how I did it, so I may as well tell you. Well, first I took a nice hot shower and got my tits and cunt extra excited by lathering them good with thick, tingly soap suds, milking my nipples and finger-fucking my cunt hole some for good measure. Damn, I wish my tits were bigger! I would have loved to stretch them up to my mouth and suck on them. In fact, I tried that-even tried to get my tongue down to my crotch-but it just didn't work.
"So next, all clean and juicy, I took myself to bed. That was better because there was a large vanity mirror close by in which I could see myself. Lying completely naked on my back with my legs raised high and spread wide, I made a helluva picture, like my mom spreading her ass for my dad's mouth, only prettier. Yeah, if you don't mind me braggin' a little, I think I've got the prettiest, sexiest cunt in the whole world, especially when it's in heat and dripping wet like it was there in the mirror. It may not be as big and gaping as mom's, but it's pinker and the hair is silkier and my clit sticks out farther and there's a lot more juice.
"As a matter of fact, it was my extra heavy flow of juice that gave me my greatest thrill during that little session of masturbating. While watching it flow out from my cunt in the mirror, I kept running two fingers in, gathering all of the cream on them I could, then jabbing those same two fingers into my mouth and sucking the delicious coating off-delicious because I pretended that my fingers were a man's big cock coming in my mouth. To complete the picture, my other hand was squeezing my tits and nipples in a milking motion, exciting them and trying to make them bigger at the same time.
I managed to have myself quite a ball. I even had myself a nice orgasm-but, of course, nothing like the one I had with Admiral Richard on the bus. Afterward, I just had time for a little late supper in the hotel coffee shop before turning in, completely exhausted, for a night's sleep.
"The following morning, feeling nicely refreshed and in high spirits, I gussied myself up real pretty in the most fashionable minidress and pantyhose I could buy back home and went calling on several of the big ad agencies. What a disappointment! I had high hopes, with my copy writing samples, good looks, and charming manner, of getting snapped right up into at least an assistant's position, but, as luck would have it I couldn't even manage to swing an interview.
"In fact, I didn't so much as get past the reception desks. "Here, miss, fill out this application form and we'll let you know when there's an opening," the receptionists said to me. And that's all there was to it; after a couple of hours of jotting down my past, present, and future history, those damn female robots merely tossed my applications into a file with a hundred others and went back to making up their dumb faces, like forgetting that I ever existed. And the next two days were no different! I was beginning to think that my dream of becoming a big-city career woman was just that, a dream, and nothing more.
"Then, on the fourth day, I scored. Did I ever score! In more ways than one. I went to a big agency crowded with executive-type young men scurrying all about, and as I was sitting there in the reception room filling out an application, I glanced up and fleetingly noticed an important-looking guy checking out my legs. Hell, I thought, I may as well give him a good look. So, pretending to be completely absorbed in my application, I opened my legs wide, held them there for about a minute, then closed them. Two shakes later he was perched down beside me.
"Hello, young lady," he said in a very friendly, gentlemanly way. "If you're looking for employment here, I can be of some help."
"Then he introduced himself as one of the agency owners and explained, after quickly going over my half-completed application, that he'd have an opening for me as copywriter in a few weeks. I replied sadly that I needed a job sooner than that because I was nearly broke; but he solved that problem easy enough by offering me a salary advance and the immediate use of one of the company apartments that was usually reserved for visiting clients. When he mentioned the apartment, I detected a glint of devilment in his eyes, then caught them, just for an instant, appraising my firm, pointed little tit mounds.
"Of course, I eagerly accepted the job offer on those terms. Hell, so what if Norton-he asked me to call him by his first name-did have an ulterior motive in stashing me in that company apartment; he was the key to my blossoming career, wasn't he? And, besides, I had a few ulterior motives of my own where he was concerned. He was really a nice figure of a guy, not too old, tall and athletic, elegantly groomed, with a very sexy air about him. I've got to admit that that sexiness of his really turned me on.
"A gold wedding band on Norton's finger told me that he was married, but that didn't bother me; the way his sharp eyes took in my ripe young body, I figured that his wife probably wasn't giving him near enough fucking or sucking or whatever it was his sexual appetite craved. Probably he needed and wanted a part-time mistress and copy write girl all wrapped into one, in which case I would be proud to do the honors. There was only one fear. What if he turned out to be the kind that just goes in for old-fashioned fucking, without any sucking at all? That, I thought, would really blow my mind, and probably my career right along with it.
"But soon that particular fear was completely set aside. And how it was set aside! Norton escorted me personally to the apartment-because he sort of felt responsible for me, he said-and carried my suitcases straight into the big, luxurious bedroom. After setting my bags down, he immediately directed my attention to the bed.
"How do you like that for a place to sleep and play?" he asked. "Go ahead and try it out, it's really very soft and comfortable."
"I sat on the big, beautiful bed and bounced up and down, raising my knees up and spreading my legs a little, remembering how he liked that back at the office. "Oh, yes," I exclaimed happily, "I think I could really have a ball playing on this bed."
"His eyes fastened on the opening between my legs and I could almost feel their impact on my crotch as he imagined what my young cunt would look like without the pantyhose covering. I noticed, too, that a bulge was beginning to form at his fly.
"Do you know what, my dear? Please correct me if I'm wrong, but I think you're in the mood for some playing right now. Am I right?"
"Well, yes, I'm so happy with you giving me a job and all-I really do sort of feel like playing. You don't mind-do you?" With that I giggled and flopped back down on my back, continuing to entice Norton with a good view of my stockinged thigh. Peering down over my body, I could see him edging toward me, his eyes bugging out and his mouthwatering.
"Mind? Of course I don't mind! You're so beautiful and delicious-looking, Francine, that I find myself wanting to play with you. You're getting me so worked up, lying there, that I can't resist taking your clothes off and just eating you up. Tell me, my dear, how would you like me to give you a nice, hot tongue-bath, all over?"
"Golly, a tongue bath all over? I've never had that done to me. I think I would like it. In fact, I think I would love it." What a groovy boss, I thought. Perfect.
"He didn't hesitate, then. He was too hot from gazing at my inviting body. Licking his drooling mouth with the longest tongue I'd ever seen, he reached down and started pulling my clothes off, starting with my shoes and pantyhose. When he had that much off, he simply lost control of himself and dived his head between my bare thighs, licking madly with great, long strokes while he lifted my legs high and held them wide apart.
"It was so exciting! The thought of my hot virgin cunt being pulled open down there within inches of his long, sweeping, dripping tongue was driving me out of my mind. I could feel the throbbing of my cunt deep inside as it begged for that tongue, and I felt my juices beginning to pour out of it, like my mom's big gash poured juice when my dad started to eat it out. Yeah, now I understood why my mom was so turned on by this, and why she had recommended it to me. Good ol' mom, I loved her more than ever.
"Then, suddenly, I felt the pressure of steaming wet heat in my groin and knew that Norton's passion-starved mouth was driving into my cunt. Never, but never, had I felt such an electrifying sensation! "Ohhhhhhhh, eat it, Norton! Eat my cunt. I want it ... want it. Lick it real good, all of it, every bit of it! Ohhhhhhh, how I love that!"
"My moaning inspired him all the more. The next instant I could feel him concentrating on my erected, twitching clit, sucking it into his mouth hungrily like it was an honest-to-goodness cock. He was really starved for my young cunt, this guy, and he was a true artist. He even nibbled on my clit with his teeth as he furiously sucked on it, lighting a raging bonfire in my cunt and bringing me to the brink of a tremendous orgasm.
"But, like I said, Norton was an artist; he sensed my approaching orgasm and withdrew from my clit, transferring his attention to my dripping cunt-hole. I could feel him lapping up my juices as they poured out, and running his tongue deep into my hole, reaching for more. It was the first time someone else's live flesh ever entered my pussy. And it was not a prick. It was a tongue! A man's tongue was taking my cherry!
"Oh, Norton," I moaned, "shove it in real deep, please, the deeper the better. I want all of your beautiful, long tongue up my cunt, filling it up like a big hot cock. That feels soooo gooooood, sooooo delicious. Please don't stop ... don't ever stop."
"But he did stop-in my pussyhole, that is. Satisfied that he had lapped up enough of my oozing juices for a while, he grasped the cheeks of my ass, spreading them wide, and then started licking furiously up and down the whole length of my ass-crack. With each stroke of his hot, wet tongue, I went into a wild spasm, lifting my ass up to feel more of that licking pressure. When his tongue swept across my little puckered asshole, it was especially exciting, and my asshole started throbbing like my clit had throbbed.
"Strange, that sensation I was feeling at my asshole as Norton tongued it. It felt like the puckered lips were actually beginning to stick out-like reaching for a kiss. And maybe that's exactly what happened, because it was only a hot second before my new boss-lover had his lips on it, kissing it passionately. In fact, he didn't just kiss my asshole-he frenched it! His long, hot, saliva-covered tongue darted into my rectum repeatedly, fucking it. And while he was doing this, I was vaguely aware in my delirium of a fart building up. Yeah, how about that?
"I tried to warn him. "No, please, not there!" I gasped. But then I changed my tune. It was feeling so good, what he was doing, that I just couldn't help myself. My burning, convulsing body seemed to take over from my mind completely. "Oh, oh, oh ... no, don't stop what you're doing! I like it, I like it! Oh, yes, fuck my ass deep with your tongue! Deeper, deeper, faster, faster!"
"Then I farted. Honestly, I just couldn't help it. But it wasn't a big, stinky one; only a little pffftti that had no odor. I was glad of that. Anyway, Norton didn't seem to mind a bit, because he kept right on pumping that great, long, juicy tongue of his up my asshole like that was his own very special bag.
"Damn, I sure loved that treatment! It was like discovering that I had not one but two cunts down there between my legs, each with a different but equally good thrill when it was being eaten up. One thing about my ass, though-no amount of tonguing there was going to make me come. I really blew my mind behind that snaky tongue of Norton's in my rectum, but that was as far as I could go. And he must of sensed that, too, because it wasn't long before he was out from in between my legs and standing right there beside the bed, stripping his clothes off.
"You're marvelous, my dear; absolutely marvelous," he said with his face all sweaty and contorted with passion. "I've tasted a lot of pussies and assholes in my day but, believe me, yours are by far the most delicious of the lot. Why, even your farts are sweet. Ordinarily I don't go in for taking farts in my face while I'm eating a girl's box, but in your case, my dear, I loved it. However, right now I want to do other things with you. Tell me, have you ever heard of sixty-nine?"
"Yes, I have, Norton, and I really dig it-the idea of it, I mean. Actually, I've never played sixty-nine with anyone myself-just heard about it. I'd love to play it with you."
"Beautiful ... beautiful. Now look here. I've got a nice big cock present for you."
"He dropped his pants and undershorts when he finished saying that and the biggest cock and balls I'd ever seen sprang out at me from his naked crotch. I mean they were huge! His cock reminded me of our horse on the farm, when he had a hard on, and his balls reminded me of our bull. The sight of them so close, being offered to me as 'present' with a big bead of passion cream glistening at the tip of the cock-head, excited the shit plumb out of me and completely took away all of my inhibitions.
"Yes, oh yes, I do want this present. Give them to me," I gasped as I raised up on the bed and grabbed at his great protruding shaft. Leaning forward, I clasped his prick around the middle of the stem with one hand, cupped his balls in the other hand, and kissed the juice from his pisshole, savoring its salty sweetness.
"The next instant I would've had the head of his giant prick engulfed in my prick-starved mouth, but Norton gently pushed my face away. "Patience, you sexy little bitch, patience," he urged. "We were going to play sixty-nine, remember? Now you just get your sweet little ass around there on the bed and spread your legs high and wide."
"Of course, I did as I was told. After all, he was my boss. Besides, I suddenly realized how much better it would be eating his delicious-looking cock and balls while he ate my cunt. Again, the vision of my mom and dad playing sixty-nine came back to me, and I thought: Okay, here's where I show how well I learned my lesson in satisfying a man sexually without fear of becoming pregnant. But, hell, I had to be honest with myself; mainly I was doing this to satisfy me. I was literally starved for a big, throbbing man-cock in my mouth, and my cunt was aching like crazy to be sucked and tongue-fucked.
"Then another thought occurred to me: I don't want a man's dick fucking my cunt. Not ever. I only want oral sex! Without realizing it, I had become an oral freak!
"A second later, Norton, completely naked, was positioned above me, his head lowered between my spread legs, his tremendous cock and balls dangling down just inches above my face. Impulsively, hungrily, irresistibly, I clasped his pulsating hard on with my hands and pulled it down farther, brushing the velvety, bulbous head in a circular motion over my eyes, nose, cheeks, and mouth. By now, more juice was oozing out of the end. It left a hot little trail all over my face, adding to my excitement. I milked more of it into my mouth, imagining that it was drops of real come. Then I raised my face up tight against the furry warmth of his balls.
"Holy mackerel! Do you know what? I smelled cologne on his balls. Yeah, old Norton, bless his horny hide, actually had rose-scented balls! But there was still a little of that musky man-smell on them, and the combination in my nostrils really had an effect on me. I opened my mouth as far as I could and began sucking one of his balls in, munching on it like it was a big, sweet gum-drop, Then I did the same thing to his other ball.
"What was Norton doing all this time? He was pulling my cunt lips apart very neatly with his artistic fingers and lightly running the hot, wet tip of his tongue up and down the length of my gash. Lord have mercy, how I loved that! It made little flashes of electricity dance through my naked body from my head clear to the tips of my toes. On top of that, my clit threatened to explode each time his tongue brushed over it. And I could feel so much cream oozing out of my cunt hole that I thought he'd drown in it. But this guy, he took it all in stride, lapping up my cunt juices and drinking them down like they were ambrosia or something.
"Easy, girl," he muttered painfully from the chasm between my legs, "don't bite down so hard on my balls. Aaaaahhhh, that's right, suck them nice and gentle. Just like that. Aaaaahhhh, that feels marvelous."
"When I was about to help myself to dessert by exchanging his balls for his huge, pulsating cock in my mouth, he slid his body up mine and positioned his mouth above my little pointed tits. Glancing down, I could see my nipples standing up hard and red, begging to be slicked. "When I play sixty-nine, I go all the way. I eat everything," he mumbled with my cunt juices glistening on his face. And the next instant he had my left tit completely engulfed in his hot, drooling mouth, sucking furiously, trying to draw up and drink my milk.
"From there, he went to nibbling on my nipple and sucking it as deep into his mouth as he could. "Oh, suck, you fucker!" I groaned in my ecstasy. "Suck, suck, SUCK! Suck all of my girl milk. Suck me dry. Oh, how I love that!" Then I raised my face a little and started sucking on his tits, feeling the tickly chest hair around it. I pretended that his tits were two little cocks and that made me suck ail-the more. I was actually trying to make his tits come and shoot jism in my mouth.
"But that didn't last long. My cunt was what he wanted most and soon he was back in my virgin gash, gobbling up the great pool of juices that had accumulated there. A few seconds later, he completely let go, plunging that great long tongue of his into my burning, throbbing cunt-hole all the way. It was as hard and slick as a greased prick-and even more determined. It plunged in further and further, never hesitating, never slowing down, not even when it reached the end. It thrust past my womb, up through my guts, relentless, finding passageways clear into my throat. Or so it seemed.
"Never, but never, had I felt such a burning fire inside of me, such an agonizing ecstasy, such an irresistible urge to explode in orgasm. Now, at last, I fully understood the ecstasy on mom's face when dad ate away at her box. And I reacted exactly as she reacted. Yeah, I could no more hold myself back than she could. In sudden desperation to quench the flames that were consuming me, I gulped Norton's giant cock into my mouth and sucked as furiously as a baby starved for its mother's milk, as though my very life depended on it. I took it all the way down in my throat with each powerful, sucking pump of my mouth, matching Norton's tongue thrusts stroke for stroke.
"Mmmmmmmmmm ... aaaaaaahhhhhh ... oooooohhhhhhhh," I groaned and moaned, wanting to vent my torture in a loud, piercing scream but unable to because of the great cock-muscle gagging my throat. And I wasn't alone in my beautiful torture. From deep in my gaping cunt I could hear more eerie banshee moans and groans. God, what a concert! If anybody had been within earshot, they would've thought we were a couple of masochistic pain freaks going at it.
"Then the whole damned universe exploded, spilling come throughout the firmament. It was such a tremendous explosion because Norton and I came at exactly the same time, both going into great convulsions at the same time, both gulping down a great torrent of the other's come at the same time, both collapsing like great wet rags at the same time. And that was just our first sixty-nine session. Crimminy, you should have seen those that followed practically every day!
"That's right, every day, and every week, and every month-until now. Norton, that sonovabitch, never did put me to writing advertising copy like he promised at first. He liked the taste of my cunt too well. Said working in the office might sour it with sweat, or some such bullshit as that. He'd spend some time at the agency, of course, to check on how things were going and to attend meetings, but every day promptly at noon he'd drop over to my company apartment for lunch, and I don't mean the kind of lunch you're thinking of.
"But, hell, what could I do about it? I craved those sixty-nine sessions as much as he did. I was a slave to them! If Norton hadn't got killed in that auto accident last week, I'd still be up there, douching myself up all nice, waiting around for him. Now I don't know. I guess I'll just have to find myself another guy like Norton."
Chapter Two Boy For Hire
"So ya wanna know why I came to you to get my head shrunk, huh? Well, that's easy-I was told to come here to you, man. When I tried to get in at the public school, they jus' wouldn't take me; said I was too old for the fifth grade. Shit, I know I'm old 'nough, damn near, to be those other kids' old man, but what am I supposed to do to get on with my schoolin' and amount to somethin' besides a male whore?
"Yeah, sure, I could get myself a stable of broads or fags and take to pimpin' for a livin'. You hep to that? But that's the whole point, man; I wanna come down off that kinda life. I wanna get myself some class and stay outa jail and work at a straight job for a change. That's where it's at, ain't it, livin' legit? Jus' 'cause I'm half Negro don't mean I can't get myself some class and mix in high society-I mean, the white man's high society's what I'm talkin "bout.
"Anyway, at the school I'm shuffled off onto one of them old social-worker broads and she says I should see a psy-chi-a-trist. Did I say that right? Then she gave me your name and address. Said you would be interested in my case and maybe you could help me down off some of bad habits and maybe even get me in a school. So here I am, man, flopped down on your couch, lettin' you give me a head-shrink job. If I fall to sleep on ya, just give me a hard kick in the ass. I won't mind.
"About my bad habits. I guess they started way back when I was jus' a baby. Yeah, man, thassa fuckin' fact, it was none of my own doin'! I was jus' a innocent little baby boy, 'bout two years old, when my old lady and old man take off and leave me with a baby-sitter, some black-ass neighbor woman. Funny, but I can remember it like it was yesterday, what that old bitch did to me. You may think I'm lyin', man, but I really can remember that far back. I guess it's because that was such a helluva experience for a two-year-old kid.
"After my folks was gone a little bit, this old bitch up and decides to give me a bath in the big tub. I don't remember her takin' my clothes off, but the first thing I knew, there I was, standin' up naked in the tub, with her coverin' me all over with soap-'cept my face. With her hands she swished those warm soap suds over my belly, up the crack of my ass and all around my little cock and balls, and jus' kept on doin' that for the longest damn time.
"Me standin' in that warm water almost up to my knees and her kneelin' outside the tub, reachin' over, givin' me that sudsy rub, sure made me feel good. Man, did it ever! Then she splashed the water up on me, cleanin' off the soap, and there I was with a little hard on. How 'bout that? I guess it was the first hard on I ever had. And I guess that was jus' what the bitch was aimin' for, to give me a hard on, 'cause the next thing she started playin' with it.
"I'll say this much for her: she really knew how to play with little kids' pricks. Maybe that was why she took up baby-sittin', so she could get her rocks off playin' with little baby-boy cock and balls, knowin' all the time they won't snitch on her. First, she jacked me off slow and easy with one hand, while holdin' my little nuts in her other hand.
"There, now, Billy," she said to me, "we're gettin' you nice and clean all over. When I get through with you, honey baby, you'll be as clean as a whistle. Then won't mama and daddy be proud?'
"I guess I couldn't talk very good then, 'cause I don't remember sayin' back to her. All I remember is how good it felt, and how beautiful my cock looked, standin' out like that. Shit, man, I musta had the biggest cock in the world for a two-year-old kid. Right now I got nine and a half inches, and I guess I got that old neighbor woman to thank. While she jacked me off, she kept stretchin' it out, seem' how long and hard she could get it.
"My lands, child! I do declare, you got the prettiest cock and balls I ever did see on a baby boy," she said. "But they're gonna be a whole lot prettier when I get through cleanin' em up real good. Yes, lawd!"
Then the bitch leaned over, at the same time pullin' me closer with a hand around my ass cheeks, and sucked my little hard on into her mouth. Oooooo, Christ, did that feel good! It really turned me on, so much I put both my hands on the back of her head and pulled hard, 'fraid if I didn't my cock might slip outa her mouth. But she was more turned on than me, man, and wasn't about to let it slip out-not till she had it 'clean as a whistle.' She musta pumped away with her cock-hungry mouth 'bout fifteen minutes, gulping everything in, balls and all.
"But that wasn't all that excited me. Hell no. Lookin' over the side of the tub, I could see that the old broad had her dress pulled up 'round her waist and was finger-fuckin' herself while she sucked me off. I didn't understand what was happenin', but halfway through, she suddenly started to shake and bounce and moan sorta like she was cry in. Man, she had herself a big climax, and she spent the next few minutes tryin' to give me one, too. Maybe she wasn't tryin' to make me come- maybe she had enough brains to know that two-year-old kids are too young to come-but, anyway, she kept right on suckin' my little hairless cock and balls for a while longer.
"There, see, Billy, how nice and clean you are now?" she said as she stood up. "Now, sweetie, it's my turn to get all nice and clean. You jus' stand right there in the tub like a good little boy, and after I get clean, I'll dry you off and put your clothes on."
"The dirty stinkin' cunt! The lousy mother-fuckin' whore! D'ya know what she did then? She got right up next to the tub with her dress still pulled up to her waist, with no pants on, and with her legs spread far apart, flashin' her big, hairy gash right in my face. "See, Billy, I don't have a thing stickin' out like you. I have a big hole between my legs instead. Isn't it pretty with all the hair around it? Go ahead, sweetie baby, you can look at it all you want to."
"Yeah, man, she was gettin' me started in my one bad habit-and me only a little baby! The dirty bitch! I couldn't take my eyes off that big, drippin' cunt of hers. I guess I thought she was some kinda freak, or somethin', not having a cock and balls. And what a fuckin' smell! Whoooeee! But she fixed that up soon enough. I gotta hand that to her. She grabbed a bar of soap and a washcloth and in a hot minute had that gash as tidy as anything.
"Now, honey, it's your turn to finish cleanin' me," she said, pullin' my head towards her wide-open box. "Stick your tongue out and lick me real good in there, then afterward I'll give you the nice bag of candy I brought with me. Aaaaah, that's right, child, put your tongue in deep and lick hard, ail up and down. Mmmmmmmmm, yeeeesssss, now faster. Faster, Billy, faster! Ohhhh, you're making it so nice and clean. Faster, faster, I'm coming, I'm coooommmmiiiinnnngggg!"
"Honestly, man, I couldn't help myself. She was pullin' my face tight up into her gapin' snatch, and I was thinkin' all the time I had to mind her 'cause my old lady said I'd get a span-kin' if I didn't. Yeah, and I might as well cop out that I kinda liked it, bavin' my face buried inside that hot, slippery gash with my tongue lickin' up and down over the old bitch's clit and cunt hole. I remember, it was sorta like ... like lickin' the bowl my old lady made cake icin' in. Her cunt juice was sweet, man-actually sweet.
"Her come was sweet, too. And I mean that old broad could really come! Her come-cream jus' poured and poured outa her snatch. And I lapped it up, every damn bit of it. Shit, I had to; she wasn't gonna let me pull my face outa her gash till I had it licked dry. Then there was that bag of candy she promised me; I sure as hell didn't wanna lose that.
"So I was on my way. The next time I got my cock sucked and ate pussy was a week later, and again and again every Saturday night that my folks went out on the town and hired that same old cunt to baby-sit for me. It kept up until I was about five, then we moved to another town, and I went without for a couple of years. When I was around seven, man, I met a girl my age from down the street and damned if she didn't go for cock and cunt suckin' as much as me. I fucked her, too, but didn't like it as well as having a good blow job. Christ, was I ever hung up on blow jobs by then! And eatin' cunt. Mainly eatin' cunt. Even at the age of seven, I was the world's greatest expert at eatin' cunt. At least, that's what they told me.
"The real turnin' point in my loused-up career came when I reached the age of ten. Sonovabitch, why did my aunt Beulah have to move in with us then-jus' when I was startin' to get along good in school? She coulda lived somewhere else easy enough, 'cause she was gettin' a pile of alimony from her ex old man and had a shitpot of money from sellin' their house. But no, man, she hadda come to our pad and offer to pay half the rent if she could stay and live with us. And my old man, always jumpin' at the chance to let someone else pick up his tab, jumped at Aunt Beulah's offer. I think he wanted some of her pussy, too, 'cause I used to hear him braggin' a lot 'bout what a mean cocksman he was.
"So my aunt moved in with us. And, man, I ain't jivin', she was lookin' fine, fine, fine. She wasn't very old-oh, 'bout twenty-eight, I'd say-and built like a brick shithouse. She had the biggest set of tits and the broadest ass I ever did see on a woman. And she wasn't fat a bit-jus' naturally had tits like a cow and an ass like two big, ripe pumpkins. But that ain't what turned me on most. No, man, what turned me on most 'bout aunty was her big mouth, and big wet lips, and pure white skin like my old lady. She was my old lady's older sister, but she looked a lot younger-and jus' a helluva lot sexier.
"Anyway, man, she wasn't hardly unpacked at our house when I found out the real reason why she wanted to move in with us. The real reason was me. Yeah, how 'bout that? Aunt Beulah turned out to be a freak for little boys.
"The first two days she was at our place, I noticed how she kept huggin' me up and tellin' me how sweet I was and what a nice, healthy body I had. She grabbed at every chance to watch when I took my clothes off to go to bed and to take a bath, and a couple of times, when she was sure my folks weren't lookin', she picked me up naked and held me tight up against those big, balloon tits of hers, at the same time squeezin' my ass-cheeks in her hands.
"Once when she picked me up like that, man, I could see down inside her blouse. She wasn't wearin' a bra on those big tits and I saw her nipples, stickin' out damned near an inch, like two little red cocks. My mouth watered, I wanted to suck them so bad, but I jus' sort of pretended like I didn't see them. After all, man, she was my aunt; I didn't want to let on how she was gettin' to me 'cause she was family, and family, I knew, wasn't for little boys to have sex with. One of the kids I played with down the street got caught once by his old man fuckin' his own mother and got the shit beat out of him. I sure as hell didn't want anything like that happen in' to me.
"But you know what, man? I couldn't hide the hard on I got when I feasted my eyes on Aunt Beulah's big red nipples. It pressed against her belly, causin' her to stand me down on the floor so she could get a good look at it. "My, my, what is this I see?" she said. "Beautiful, just beautiful! Billy, you really are a healthy little specimen, aren't you? And we're just going to have to do something about that, now aren't we?"
"I didn't know what she meant then, man, but I sure as shit found out a little later. That night, long after I'd fallen asleep, I felt somethin' warm creepin' over my belly and down under my jockey shorts. It woke me up, and when I opened my eyes, there was Aunt Beulah sittin' on the edge of my bed, runnin' her hand under my covers.
"Shhhhhhhh," she whispered, "it's me, Billy, dear-Aunty Beulah. Lay real quiet and still and I'll show you how very, very much I love you. I'm going to do something real nice to you. I'm going to make you feel real, real good. But first, sweetie, you have to promise me that you won't tell mommy or daddy. Okay?"
"I won't tell, aunty."
"Good boy. Good boy. We'll keep this our own secret and have lots of fun from now on, just you and I."
"By now, man, she had my cock in her hand and was jackin' me off slow and easy. Then she pulled the covers off me and a second later she had my jockey shorts off. I was completely naked, spread out like a veal cutlet. On top of that, my cock was gettin' as hard as a brick, stickin' up in her hand like a fuckin' totem pole. Hey, man, did I tell you 'bout what a big dick I had even when I was a kid? Yeah, I guess I did. Even when I was ten, I had six inches, nicely circumcised, hairless, and as pretty as a picture. I ain't jivin'.
"Aunty Beulah sure as hell thought it was pretty as a picture. "Ooooeeee!" she said real quiet like. "You sure have a nice big prick, Billy. Why, it's even bigger than my ex-husband's." Then the next thing I knew she had the head of it buried in her big, hot, droolin' mouth. It was too dark for me to see what the bitch was doin' down there on my fuck-stick, but, shit, man, I didn't need to see. I could feel.
"The way aunty copped my joint was too much. She was expert, the best cocksucker I'd ever known. "Go ahead and suck it, aunty," I whispered down to her. "I like that what you're doin'. Suck all of my peter into your mouth. It feels real, real good."
"Man, I'm tellin' ya, that was all the invitation she needed. A hot second later, she grabbed me tight around my ass and shoved her head down all the way to my pelvis bone, takin' my hot, throbbin' prick into that yawnin' hole of her mouth all the way. I could feel the head of my prick slidin' deep into her throat, and I could hear her sort of gag on it, like she was gettin' ready to throw up or some-thin'. But the whore musta loved it jus' the same, 'cause she lifted her head up a few inches, suckin' for all she was worth, then down again she went, takin' my cock-head even deeper into her throat.
"Sonovabitch! Did that feel good! She musta kept that deep pumpin' action up for about five minutes, milkin' my big hard on like cocksuckin' was goin' out of style. Then, man, I felt it-my first come. Yeah, sure, man, I was only ten, but I really did feel some of that hot fire in my crotch and a little jism spurting out into aunty's throat. It wasn't much of a come, I admit, but it was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Specially the way aunty drank it down and tried to draw up more.
"Mmmmmmmmm, Billy, your little boy come tastes soooooo delicious," she whispered to me after she was sure she had sucked up the last drop from my balls. "Really, I didn't think you were old enough to come! But I'm so glad, so very glad, that you are. You see, baby, come is my favorite drink. And yours is the best I've ever had. I only wish you could give me more of it."
"I'd like to give you more, aunty."
"You will, dear. You will after I get to sucking you off more and build up these sweet little balls of yours. Now tell me, honey baby, how would you like to do to me what I did to you?"
"You mean, eat your pussy, aunty?"
"Shhhhhhh, not so loud! Yes, dear, that's what I mean. My pussy has lots of nice, sweet cream in it right now. Would you like to lick it up like I licked yours up? I'll let you if you want to."
"I want to."
"Hell yes, I wanted to eat out the bitch's steamin' hot box, man. Like I told ya before, I was really gettin' hung up on eatin' pussy by now. I was jus' playin' it cool with aunty, that's all. And she really bought it, man, jus' like I was for real a sweet, innocent little lamb. Before I hardly had time to tell her that I wanted to dive headfirst into that hot cunt of hers, there she was, naked as a fuckin' jaybird and flat on her back, her long legs spread wide open.
"I couldn't see her big, hairy snatch too well in the dark, but I could tell that she was pullin' the lips far apart with her two hands. "Here, baby, eat it up," she whispered. "My hot, juicy cunt is all spread out nice for you, waiting for your tongue." And I didn't need a second invite. Like her steamin' cunt was the first food I'd had in a year, I dived in. Splash! I'm tellin' ya, man, it was ten feet deep in boilin' hot pussy cream-or, at least, that's how it seemed. And it was superdelicious, sweeter than honey.
"You hep to soul food, man? Well, that's what my aunty's cunt juice was-soul food. And I lapped up every fuckin' drop, first drinkin' up the big lake I found there, then catch in' all that flowed out of her hole afterward. I knew jus' what it took to keep it flowin': some good, strong suckin' and nibblin' on her clitoris. And that bitch had some clitoris, I'll tell ya! It musta stood out a whole inch, like the big cherry nipples on her tits.
"Then aunty started doin' her special thing, humpin' and buckin' and squirmin' and moanin'. Jeez, man, I've given some orgasms to broads in my day but I've never seen any gyrations like my aunt's. Or heard such weird sounds.
"Ooooooooooo! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh, suck, baby, suck! Stick you tongue way up, far, far in my cunt hole. Ahhhhhhhhhh, that's it, you sweet little bastard! Ahhhhhhhh, yes, yes, like that, like that. Ohhhhhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'M COOOOOOOOMMMM-MMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!! Ooooooo shit!"
"Her come-cream shot out of her hole in a hot flood, man, and I caught every damn drop. It was so sweet and good I couldn't get enough. I jus' kept suckin' and suckin' right at the mouth of her hot, spewin' hole until she had to jus' tip and kick me away. "Stop it, Billy, stop it!" she gasped out loud. "You're driving me out of my mind!"
"But all of that hot jism of hers had already driven me out of my mind. I ain't jivin', man, it turned me into a fuckin' tiger. After she booted me away from her cunt, I crawled up on her chest, stuffed one of her big cock-nipples into my mouth, and went right back to my mad suckin'. I didn't know that a woman had to have a kid before she gets her tits filled with milk; to my way of thinkin' then, I jus' naturally figured, man, that tits the size of aunty's had to be filled with milk-good, sweet, hot milk somethin' like pussy cream-or they wouldn't be so big and full lookin'.
"Anyway, I musta sucked away on those long, hard nipples for ten minutes at least. And aunty loved it. I guess it kinda kept her high goin' without givin' her pussy-cramps. She even egged me on, sayin' nice things to me and reachin' down to pump my cock like she was rewardin' me. But the lousy bitch, she was dry as a bone! I didn't get a single drop of tit milk. I felt like layin' one right up alongside her ribs.
"Poor little darling, I'm sorry. You wanted some milk out of my boobs, didn't you? Well, I'll make it up to you. I'll let you fuck me if you want to. Would you like that, sweetie? Would you like to put your cock in my cunt?"
"Naturally, man, I had to forgive her. At least she was sorry and willin' to make it up to me for havin' empty tits. So I took her up on her offer. I fucked her. In fact, I gave her a real good fuckin' with my six inches; better, she said, than her last old man had done it. I even shot a little come into her cunt-maybe a few drops. But it wasn't as good as gettin' blowed by her. She knew that, too, and 'bout three times a week after that first time, she snuck into my bedroom round two o'clock in the morning to give me one of her extra special blow jobs, Each time, she'd let me eat out her box afterward, givin' me lots of her delicious hot come to drink.
"Then it happened, man. My whole fuckin' world came tumblin' down on my head. Aunty was spread-eagled on her back with my face buried in her gash when the bedroom door flew open. Crash! I can still hear the sound of that door as it banged against the wall. And, man, I can still see my old man standin' there in the doorway, his eyes starin' wide as saucers, his black face turning purple and green and red and about a hundred other shades. And my old lady right behind him.
"Aunty got it bad. My old man literally slapped the livin' shit outa her, then threw her, bag and baggage, outa the house. Said if he ever laid eyes on her again he'd kill her. But I got it worse. He laid a belt so hard across my back, ass and legs that I still got some of the scars. See, right there on my left leg? Then after the lickin', he had me sent to a special school for juvenile delinquents.
"Yeah, the dirty, low-down sonovabitch, he turned me into what I am today! Him and that motherfuckin' aunt of mine. 'Cause I couldn't take that school, that prison. I ran off after the first month and I've been shiftin' for myself ever since.
"So now you know, man. Now you know how I got started in my bad habits."
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Here we have an extremely tragic, though not uncommon, case of a mere child being severely punished for an offense committed, instigated, or inspired by adults. Taking advantage of his innocence and childish trust when Billy was but two years old, the neighbor woman who was caring for him took undue liberties with his sex organ. In addition, she invited him, in a coercive way, to take undue liberties with her own sex center. Thus, she planted the seed of a powerful, aberrative sex hunger in him that was to lead, almost inevitably, to his later problems.
The sexual interludes with other children, while not unusual in a general sense, according to Kinsey's surveys, were certainly a direct aftermath of the successive and pleasurable experiences with the baby-sitter. Billy confesses in his dialogue that he actually indulged in cunnilingus and fellatio with a certain little girl who lived down the street from him-precisely as he had been taught to do many years before by his wanton and totally selfish adult baby-sitter.
No doubt, Billy was the aggressor where the little girl down the street was concerned, not out of any malintent but out of conviction, either conscious or subconscious, that such activity was what males and females were meant for.
During the therapy session that followed his complete case-history narrative, Billy stated that he never, until his father's savage punishment, thought there was anything morally wrong with cunnilingus and fellatio, regardless of whom it was indulged with, so long as it was done in private. And, ironically, this is the exact view that many of our modern religious leaders and legislators are taking toward all but the most perverted kind of sex.
To bolster Billy's adolescent philosophy with regard to sexual license, his aunt came along and shrouded him with the excitement of her promiscuity. This, it seems, was the clincher that swept away every last vestige of moral guilt; for, if the sister of one's own mother will join in unrestrained sex, how can it possibly be wrong? Such was Billy's perfectly justifiable thinking considering the stage of his development.
But, as Billy's luck would have it, his aunt's seduction of him was a bit more than unrestrained. It included "the fetishism of pedophilia (seduction of small boys) and the aberration of incest.
Analyzing these two sexual proclivities of the aunt, it is apropos that we refer to the opinion of the noted Parisian psychotherapist, Andre X. Borandeaus, M.D., as quoted in Jay C. Fenmorr's book, Oral Love-Making:
Many young women who practice fellatio, the act of taking the male organ into the mouth, do so because the sensual pleasure this affords them springs from deeply rooted, perhaps even long forgotten psychological needs. Perhaps in extreme cases it is a subconscious urge to castrate, derived from the first childhood experience when the female became aware that the male has an appendage with which she is not equipped. Frequently when small girls discover that there is a difference between the male and female organs, they feel jealous, slighted by nature or perhaps even fantasize that something has "happened to theirs." With the bulk of an erect phallus in her mouth, the female, possibly subconsciously, realizes that it is in her power to bite it, perhaps even sever it with her teeth ... Another motivating factor is presumed to be that in some childishly oriented way, the penis, at least slightly, resembles a huge nipple. It also represents the staff of life, the means by which a male impregnates a female, the means by which the life fluid is issued ... In many instances, especially where there is deep affection on the part of the female for the male involved, her enjoyment comes from the obvious fact that she is giving him such great pleasure in a different way.
In other words, there are many deeply rooted and powerful psychological factors involved in a woman's reasons for wanting a male penis in her mouth, and, as we note from the observations of other authorities on the subject, these factors very often are powerful enough to override all inhibition, even that of incest.
But why are minor children so often the target of these strong sex drives of older women? Why aren't they directed toward mature men who are much more accessible, more willing, and more bountifully endowed? Various psychiatric studies have come up with a great plethora of answers to cover an equally great plethora of differing cases, but it would appear that the most compelling motivation factors are increased opportunity for domination; freedom of expression; secrecy; thrill of perversion; self-debasement; and assumed maternalism.
In other words, a woman who is sexually attracted to small boys may be motivated by one or a combination of several of these driving forces. Also, she may be an extremely intelligent and cultured woman, controlled to some degree by strong perverse impulses; or she may be ignorant to the point of having a child's mentality, controlled by a simple wish to enjoy relations with others on her own immature plane.
Whatever the reasons for the assaults on Billy's youthful innocence, they brought about quite a dilemma in his process of growing up, as we note in the following conclusion of his narrative:
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"I jus' turned twelve when I split from that school for bad boys. There was six hours, somethin' like that, before the next roll call, so I had that much head start before they'd start lookin' for me. That was all I needed, man, to hitch a ride and put a lotta miles behind me. I got a lift with an old farmer the first hundred miles, and then a rich middle-aged dame in a big Caddy picked me up. I told her I was graduated from high school and was headin' out to find work. And damned if she didn't believe me! Yeah, man, I guess I did look a little older than I really was.
"Me and Mrs. Gotlotsarocks-I called her that 'cause she wore a lotta jewelry-got along beautiful. She was a widow, she said, and a little lonely. She even copped to me that she couldn't have any kids, on account of some kind of operation she'd had. In fact, man, she practically told me her whole life history and I told her almost all of mine-that's how much we rapped while we rode along. Some of the stuff I told her was lies, naturally, but some of it was the truth, too.
"I even told Ida-that was her real first name-'bout that business with my baby-sitter when I was a two-year-old, and what I'd done with my aunt, leavin' out the part 'bout my old man catchin' us. Yeah, and you know what, man? That really turned the old bitch on, gettin' her all horny for me. She said, "Gracious me, Billy, you shouldn't tell me such things. That kind of talk gets me ... excited."
"Well, shit, I was gettin' kinda excited myself, thinkin' 'bout all the times I had my cock sucked and all the times I ate pussy. But mostly, man, I was gettin' hot from lookin' at Ida's bare legs, white as snow and plump as a Thanksgivin' turkey. While she was drivin', she didn't give one little damn how far up her dress was slippin'. Underneath her thin, lacy blouse I could see that she had big, balloon tits, and I really dug them, too. Then she told me what made her tits balloon out like that.
"Hey, man, are ya ready for this? Ida had a baby three months old. She'd left her baby with some relative when she took off on this trip. She was still fresh with milk from havin' that baby her old man had given her jus' before he kicked off. And she wasn't gonna be drivin' back to her home and baby for 'bout two more weeks-not till she finished some business across the state.
"Damn, when I heard that, my mouth started waterin' like everything! I had to swallow every minute to keep it from runnin' down my chin. All I could think of was suckin' on those big tits and drinkin' that milk. Jeez, man, she musta had a gallon in each one! Thinkin' of all that good drinkin' milk and the good eatin' pussy up between her fat, soft legs was gettin' my cock harder than a damn baseball bat. She couldn't help but see it, that big cock of mine, a-pushin' my pants up.
"My, my, what's that I see?" she said, lookin' down at my lap with a great big smile. "Why, I do believe you've got a hard on, Billy. A big, big hard on."
"Yes'm, I can't help it."
"Oh, that's all right, dear. No need to feel embarrassed. I think it looks pretty. You know, I've been thinking; maybe you'd like to stay with me until I finish my business. My brother's wife is Spanish and rather dark complicated, so I could tell people that you're my nephew. You could stay right with me in my motel. Would you like that, Billy, staying with me for the next two weeks? I'll treat you real nice."
"Yes'm, I sure would like that!"
"Good. Then it's all settled."
"The cunt! She was wantin' to get at my body as much as I was wantin' to get at hers-maybe more. And thank God, man, we didn't have long to wait. In 'bout another hour, we pulled into the town where she had business to do-and the super-deluxe motel where she had reservations was all ready and waitin'.
"Yeah, man, and check this: As soon as we get in the motel and the door is closed, this Ida bitch turns to me and says: "Now, Billy dear, you've been teasing me with that big bulge in your trousers long enough. You've got my pussy all hot and bothered and I can't wait any longer to see how much cock you really have." Then she gets down on her knees, unbuckles my belt, and pulls down my pants and shorts.
"My rock-hard prick sprang out at her like a steel poker. And while she was eyein' it up close, takin' in my cock and balls like they was the Crown Jewels, I could see down her blouse most all of those giant tits, bulgin' with milk. She said I was really beautiful, or somethin' like that, and I said she was really somethin' special to look at, too. Then she said we should both strip down naked and take a shower together, to wash off the travel dust, she said.
"When Big Tit Ida said that, 'bout us strippin' down naked, I copped out that I really would dig seein' her tits and pussy. Also, man, that I'd dig most of all suckin' her tits and pussy.
"Yes, dear," she said after grabbin' my cock, suckin' off the bubble of cream, and helpin' me off with my shirt, "you can help your little sweet self to anything you want ... just like I'm going to help myself to all of your delicious goodies." A minute later, man, the old bitch had all of her clothes off the same as me and was leading me to the shower, her big pumpkin-sized tits stickin' out so far that, I swear, I didn't know how she kept from fallin' over on her face.
"In the shower I couldn't hold back no longer. Man, I had to have that milk! I woulda knocked her down and taken it if she hadn't handed it over. As soon as we got under the hot water spray in' down, I grabbed one of those big tits in both hands and shoved my open mouth up tight around the fat, red nipple, suckin' for all I was worth.
"Ah, yes, Billy dear, that's what I want you to do. Suck my tits real good. Drink all of the milk out. It hurts to have them so full. You're my baby now and all of my milk belongs to you." Then she reached down and started jackin' me off. So I reached down with one hand and started finger-fuckin' her big, fat, hairy, juice-filled cunt.
"Man, what a scene! What a fuckin' feast! Old Ida's milk was like hot nectar, only ten times better. It was rich and sweet and it shot into my throat in a fuckin' torrent, fillin' my belly. I sucked harder and harder, till that tit was drained dry and my guts felt like they were burstin'. Then I switched to the other one, never slowin' down. Man, what a wild trip! And all the time we kept right on jackin' each other off faster and faster.
"I'd started with one finger in her cunt hole, but I soon found out it was so roomy and juicy in there from havin' her baby a little while back that I could easy shove my whole hand in. I ain't jivin', man, I could shove my fist in damn near to my elbow! But we couldn't do all this standin' up in the shower. Hell, no. She had to sit down against the wall and bend way over so I could keep her nipple in my mouth the same time I was jammin' my fist in her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh, Billlleeeeee, you sweeeeeet little fucker! I love you, love you, looooovwweeeee you ... the way you drink my tit milk and fuck my starved cunt with your fist! You're sooooooo gooooood, baby boy, I can hardly wait to eat up your beautiful cock and balls. Oh ... oh ... OH, I'm coming! You're making me coooooome! Oooooo-eeeeeee!"
"Man, how that bitch could moan and groan! Then the strong muscles inside her cunt got a stranglehold on my hand and wrist and started squeezin' like the bones would crush. I could feel her come-cream spewin' between my fingers and pourin' down my arm-but I kept on pumpin' her cunt hole with all my might jus' the same, whilst with my mouth I kept on suckin' and drinkin' her milk, drainin' her tits dry.
"But it wasn't ol' Ida's rocks a-poppin' off or her tits a-runnin' dry that ended our jazzy little party in the shower. No, man, it was tha� fat little hand of hers pullin' and squeezin' my cock at sixty miles an hour. 'Bout the time she slipped into high gear, puffin' and strainin' like an old steam boiler, my balls caught fire and exploded. I mean, my whole friggin' body exploded! It was the biggest come I'd ever had! Not jus' from her jackin' me off but mainly, man, from the whole way-out scene.
"I didn't shoot very much come-I was still pretty young then, you know-but jus' the same it made a good little puddle in the ol' girl's palm. She thought it was plenty for a good taste and licked it all off her palm like she was starved for it. "Mmmmmmmm, your little-boy come is so sweet, so delicious," she gasped. And, man, bein' an old come freak myself, even at twelve, I lifted my paw out of her big gapin' snatch and licked her come off, too. In fact, she even helped, me lickin' one side of my hand and wrist while she licked the other side. Out of sight, man! Out of sight!
"That broad was too much. I really got hung up on her. In the next two weeks, believe it or not, she fed her tit milk to me every damn day-jus' like I was her baby. I musta put on at least twenty pounds from that sweet, rich milk. And to show my appreciation, man, I fed my cock-cream to her every damn day, too. What a blow job she could give! Ten times better than aunty. Yeah, and while ol' Mrs. Gotlotsarocks was down there eatin' away on me, even feastin' on my asshole, I was doin' the same to her-sixty-nine fashion. You hep to sixty-nine? It's a gas, man. Really a gas.
"But all the same, as much as I dug that bitch, she was my downfall. She was my downfall 'cause she was the one who really taught me how to eat pussy! I was good before, real good, but she taught me the perfect way to suck and nibble on a clit; and how to vibrate the tip of my tongue in a woman's pisshole; and how to suck up the rim of the cunt hole while squeezin' it with my lips and fuckin' my tongue down deep in the center; and a lotta other things. She made a real pro outa me!
"How could all that good schoolin' in eatin' pussy be my downfall? Well, man, it's like this: After I left Ida with a lotta extra weight both in my gut and wallet-she'd slipped me a couple hundred bills before kissin' me good-bye-I made it to Frisco. All that bread didn't last long, though, with me gettin' a lotta fancy new adult-lookin' clothes-shit, man, I even got myself some genuine alligator shoes-and stayin' at the best hotels. In three months I was flat broke and out tryin' to scrounge me up a job.
"But who's gonna hire a teenage kid who's half Negro and uneducated? Sure, I looked older than I really was and I'm light-skinned, but I don't have a high-school diploma. I don't even have a grade-school diploma. Shit, man, I don't even have a trade of any kind-unless you call whorin' a trade. So who's gonna hire me besides a house for male whores? When I finally got wind that there was such places as male whore houses-a Chicano fag told me about them-I was damn near starved.
"It was called an 'escort service,' man, and it operated in secret 'cause the heat was on, and it specialized in servicin' lonely broads. I mean, mostly broads. Dudes who liked boys could get serviced, too, but with so many fags freelancin' in town, some for free, there wasn't much of that kind of trade. I found all that out after they hired me. One look at my tender young body and big cock and they hired me quick, without even battin' an eye. "The old biddies'll really go for you, Billy. Yeah, they sure will," the headman said to me.
"And they did, too. Man, it wasn't long before I was the favorite of the horny old biddies who came to that joint. But, as it turned out, it wasn't my tender young body and big cock they flipped over. Hell no. It was my cunt-eatin'. Yeah, man, the technique I learned from ol' Mrs. Gotlotsarocks really blew their fuckin' minds. Every damn night there was a dozen or more of 'em lined up in the lobby, waitin' to take me to their homes, or to a hotel, or some other pad-jus' to get my face in their gash. Man, I was gettin' rich! On the tips alone I was makin' somethin' like fifty a day.
"Then Josephine came along. She wasn't much to look at-kinda ugly, as a matter of fact. I mean her face was kinda ugly. Her body was somethin' else. Nice and white, and smooth, and fat-like ol' Ida's was. Only she had tits bigger than Ida's. And, man-are you ready for this?-those great big tits of Josephine's, stickin' out like watermelons, were plumb full of milk. I'm not jivin'! I'd actually found myself another old broad who'd had a baby a little while back and was still nursin' it!
"Sonovabitch, was I ever in luck! 'Cause, man, if there's anything I like, it's drinkin' tit milk. And if there was anything that Josephine liked, it was havin' me drink it outa her. The first afternoon she showed at the joint, she picked me out from the other dudes, 'cause I was the youngest lookin', then drove us in her car to a motel down near the beach. Before we went into the motel, she said to me: "Billy, I don't know if you've ever been out with a woman quite like me. You see, I don't need a young man because I'm lonely or horny or anything like that. I have a husband and a little baby who give me all the company I need. What I need is ... is someone to ... relieve my breasts. My baby can't even begin to relieve me, and my husband-well, he's either too busy with his work or too tanked up on beer. Besides, I don't think my husband would like the idea."
"By relievin' your breasts, ma'am, do you mean suckin' the extra milk out?" I asked. I was takin' in those mountains on her chest, already feastin' on them in my mind and waterin' at the mouth.
"Yes, I'm afraid that's exactly what I mean."
"I'll tell ya the truth, ma'am," I said to her. "Right now I can't think of anything I'd rather do than drink the milk outa those big beautiful tits of yours."
"When she heard that, she gave me a little kiss right on my mouth, then led the way into the motel, as happy as a fuckin' schoolgirl on her first date. Watchin' those giant tits of hers balloonin' way out and bouncin' as she walked gave me a hard on like I'd never had before, man, and when we got inside, she noticed it pushin' my pants out the first thing.
"The idea of sucking my breasts is getting you hot, isn't it, Billy? Well, that's fine. After you have taken care of me, I'll take care of you. Now, dear, let's undress and get on the bed. It's better when we're naked, don't you think?"
"The next minute we were both bare-ass naked, man, and you shoulda seen the body on that bitch. Beautiful! Each one of her tits was as big as her head, I swear, and the nipples stuck out cherry red at least an inch. And what's more, man, there was milk oozing out of her nipples! It blew my fuckin' mind, seein' that. It got my balls to achin' and my cock to spewin' juice and my mouth to droolin'-so that both of us were creamin' all over, hotter than two dogs in heat.
"Josephine sucked off my big bubble of cock-cream, sort of moan in' with pleasure, then she sat on the edge of the bed, spreadin' her fat legs real wide. Her great, pudgy cunt caught my eye then and I watched for a second while the lips popped open, puttin' on display the biggest, deepest, juiciest gash I'd ever seen in my entire life. I had a sudden impulse, man, to dive right in, headfirst, and lap up all those delicious-lookin' juices pourin' out of her cunt hole; but those two huge tits of hers, bulgin' with milk and starin' out at me from their droolin' red eyes, were jus' too invitin'. First and foremost, I'm a tit milk freak, so, quick like a bunny rabbit, I wrap my two hands around one of those big melons and close my mouth on the nipple. Then I apply the tit-sucking suction.
"I shit you not, man; it was like takin' the bag of a Jersey cow at milkin' time. That's how full ol' Josephine's tit was, and that's how long her nipple was. With the very first suck, her hot, sweet cream jus' shot out, like outa the floodgates of a dam. My stomach was empty from not drinkin' or eatin' anything all day, so I really gulped it down. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the other tit droolin' cream out of the nipple, and that gave me a wild idea. Sonovabitch! I get hot jus' thinkin' about it! D'ya know what I did? Without takin' my mouth away or easin' up on my suckin', I took that other tit in my hands and squeezed.
"Man, you shoulda seen the milk squirtin' outa that other nipple. I mean, it really squirted! The milk splashed right down on my shoulder and ran in little streams down my naked body, givin' me the damndest thrill I'd ever had. And it must've excited the shit outa ol' Josephine, too, 'cause she grabbed my cock and started moanin' like crazy. 'Ooooooo, baby boy, you're making mama feel soooooo gooooood! Milk me, baby, milk me, milk me, milk me! Oh shit! Drink it all up! Drain my tits dry. Ooooooo, you sweet little fucker, you're driving me out of my mind!'
"That's what I wanted to do to the bitch: drive her outa her mind; get her so fuckin' hot that she'd not only give me all of her tit milk, but all of her cunt cream to drink, too. And that, man, is exactly what happened; a few minutes more of my suckin' one tit while squeezin' the milk outa the other, and she flopped back on the bed, spread her soft, fat legs real wide, and pushed my head down toward her big, juicy gash. By now, most of the milk was outa her tits, anyway, and it was high time for me to give her another kind of 'relief.'
"In a hot second, man, there I was with my face completely buried in Josey's own private Grand Canyon, lappin' up her own private Colorado River. And I ain't jivin' when I call her spewin' cunt juices a river-I actually had to gulp at sixty per to keep from drownin'. I mean, she had her hands pressin' on the back of my head, holdin' me in there tight, refusin' to let me out till her cunt was drained like her tits. But the bitch wasn't gonna get off that easy. Shit no. Yours truly was gettin' badly in need of some relief, too.
"With my hands I pulled hers from the back of my head and swung my ass around over her head, hangin' my throbbin', drippin' cock and balls smack over her mouth. She got the message. In a flash, ol' Josey opened up her yap as wide as she could, grabbed me around my little brown ass-cheeks, pulled them down hard-and let my cock sink far down into her throat. Then, man, I started pumpin' my ass, fuckin' her mouth for all I was worth, at the same time jammin' my long tongue deep into her cunt hole.
"We kept that up for I don't know how long, maybe one minute, maybe an hour, suckin' each other off like it was the last we'd ever get, like we'd die if we didn't suck the guts right outa each other. Then the whole fuckin' ceilin' and all the walls came crash in' in on us, crush in' us to a pulp. We moaned and groaned and squirmed in pure agony, man-but it was no use. She wouldn't let go of my cock and I wouldn't let go of her cunt hole. The bitch was literally tryin' to suck my balls up through my cock to get the last little drop of my come! And I was literally tryin' to suck her inside out, her jism was so delicious.
"Yeah, talk about soul food; that fat mama was the soul food of the gods. But you know, man, you can't jus' go on forever eatin' away on each other like that. You'd have a fuckin' heart attack if ya did. We finally had to stop. Josey had to go home and fix dinner for her old man and get her kid from the baby-sitter. But before she left, she told me somethin' that really got me worked up: she said if I was better educated and could support her with some kind of respectable job where I wouldn't be whorin' around with other women, she'd leave her old man and tie in with me. Honest, that's what she said! And I could tell that she meant it.
"I thought it over and the next time we got together we struck a bargain. I told her that I'd get more schoolin' and after that I'd get a good straight job if she'd somehow keep her tits fresh with milk. She agreed because she said my suckin' her milk really turned her on and that was the whole point in wanting to shack with me.
"So here I am, man, tryin' to get myself lined up for some more schoolin'. I could make some big bread in my job at the escort service, but I really dig the shit outa fat Josey. I'd do most anything to have her all to myself."
Fortunately, it was possible to help Billy, though not in the manner and for the purpose he had in mind. After a few sessions of psychotherapy to alleviate the trauma of having been thrashed by his father and literally disowned at a very impressionistic stage of his adolescence, he was counseled effectively that his "digging" of Josephine was not true love but a purely physical attraction that could, and probably would, lead to great tragedy for all concerned, especially Josephine's child.
Recognizing that he was inviting an adversity for Josephine's child similar to the one he had suffered, Billy agreed to cut off his affair with her. And, in return, an opportunity was provided for him to enroll in a trade school where his choice of a trade was mechanical drafting. Also, the way was opened for him to obtain a high-school education via a well-accredited correspondence course.
His future success appears to be assured.
Chapter Three Femme Fatale
"It isn't going to be easy explaining how I deteriorated and ended up in a hospital like this, nothing but a skeleton wrapped in pale, saggy skin. Look at me; don't I make some picture? I remind myself of my grandpa just before he kicked off from cancer a few years ago. Only I know that I don't have cancer like him. I know exactly what's wrong with me. But that's not the point of this interview, is it? The point is, why and how did I let myself get so wasted? So I'll tell you-if I can muster up the strength. It's kind of embarrassing, but I'll tell you, anyway.
"Maybe I'd better start back three years ago when I first met Jenifer, my wife. I was a 195 pounds then-all muscle. Every day I'd spend a few hours at the gym lifting weights, chinning myself and doing isometric exercises. And I'd watch my diet real careful, concentrating on body-building proteins and minerals. In fact, I'd been doing this for years in the hope that I could develop a good enough physique for the Mr. America contest. From there I hoped to go on to the Mr. Universe contest.
"And I almost had it made, too. All the guys down at the gym told me that I was a cinch with my build, especially since my chest, shoulders, and biceps were only one inch smaller than the last winner of the Mr. America contest. I figured that I could pile in the protein more and maybe even beat his measurements by the time the contest rolled around. But then, wouldn't you know, a very beautiful little gal shows up at the gym with her brother and singles me out for her hero.
"Of course, that blasted my ego right up into orbit around the moon. Because Jenifer was about the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Only five feet tall, with little plum-size tits and an ass no bigger than a boy's, she could've passed for one of those porcelain figurine dolls. She wasn't sexy looking, or glamorous, or anything like that; but still I could feel my heart turning flip-flops like never before at the sight of a female. I guess it was her perfect poise and sweet, unspoiled innocence, I don't know. Anyway, while she was eyeing me hour after hour, day after day, I put on a helluva show for her, strutting around and flexing my muscles all over the place.
"You see, I'm sort of the shy type. Never could get up the nerve to walk right up to a girl and introduce myself, like most other guys. I sort of figured that if I flashed my body beautiful at Jen long enough, she'd lose a little of her ladylike poise and come to me; because the way she was watching me all goo-goo-eyed, it was obvious that she wanted to meet me. And it worked. About a week after she first showed, she was waiting for me in the lobby of the gym as I was leaving.
"Hi there, Mr. Atlas," she called. "Have you seen my brother Tom? I was supposed to wait for him here in the lobby but he seems to have disappeared. By the way, my name is Jenifer and I just happen to be one of your most ardent admirers."
"Wasn't that cute, the way she got things going between us? Of course, I knew that her brother Tom didn't even come to the gym that day, but I wasn't about to let on. I just thanked her for the nice compliment, told her my name is Bradshaw and offered to take her home. Smiling real prettily, Jen eagerly accepted my offer and off we went in my car to her home.
"It was wonderful, really wonderful, riding along with her by my side, smelling her fragrance, answering her excited questions about my bodybuilding secrets. Deep down I had the feeling that I had already fallen in love with her, and she with me. Because it was a comfortable, relaxed feeling of perfect harmony between us. Sex didn't enter into it at all, so far as I was concerned, and I was sure it didn't with her, either. She was much too innocent and modest to have sex on her mind even for a minute, I thought, and I certainly never had any interest that way. In fact, I can truthfully say that I'd never even masturbated before, much less had a desire for intercourse with a girl.
"Jen's home turned out to be a very nice, very modern high-rise apartment, and, polite little doll that she was, she invited me in. She had some organic health food that she wanted me to sample, she said. Also, some new stereo records she wanted me to hear. After she changed into something comfortable. So that was just fine with me and I made myself at home, munching on some date-and-honey bars while I waited for her to change.
"What a change! Honestly, you could've bowled me over with a feather when Jen came back in from her bedroom. All she had on was a little one-piece negligee so brief that all of her bare legs was exposed and so flimsy sheer that I could see her laced bikini panties as plain as day. That was shocking enough, but when I raised by eyes and sighted in on her two little braless tits staring shamelessly at me, I nearly keeled over.
"I guess my face must've turned a dozen different shades of red in that first few seconds, because she stopped cold in her tracks and said kind of hurt like: "Golly, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that I'm so ugly to look at."
"Now what could I say to that? There was nothing for me to do except apologize and assure her that she was not in the least ugly; that she was, in fact, exceptionally beautiful in her negligee-which was, incidentally, my honest, candid opinion once I had a good second look. Then I got to thinking it over, how I had been flashing my near-naked torso at her the past week. Certainly she had a right to flash hers at me to sort of even things up. After all, wasn't that what being in love was all about: meeting each other on a fifty-fifty basis? And hadn't I already convinced myself that we'd fallen in love, Jen and I?
"Only Jen wasn't settling for fifty-fifty-not just yet. After putting on some nice dreamy stereo music, she asked me to remove my clothes down to my shorts so she wouldn't feel 'so naked.' Besides, she wanted to feast her eyes on my 'gorgeous muscles' up close for a change, she said. That was reasonable enough, her wanting to admire me up close, so I stripped down to my jockey shorts.
"And that was where I made my big mistake-the biggest mistake of my life. Oh, she's a clever one, that girl. She knew, from feminine instinct if not by mental deduction, that her near-nudity would have that certain effect on me. And it did, though unbeknownst to me-until after I was stripped. Then, looking down, I saw that my jockey shorts were sticking way out. I had a hard on!
"Oh, look!" she exclaimed with her big beautiful eyes riveted on my crotch, "You've got a muscle that you've been hiding from me! Please, Mark, please, show it to me. I want to see it. I want to see all of you ... and I want you to see all of me." And with that, she quickly, in one easy motion, removed the rest of her garments and stood close in front of me in all her naked glory.
"It was the very first time I'd seen a completely naked female and, believe me, she was a sight to behold. Her pointed cherry-tipped titties, as little as they were, just stuck right out at me, offering themselves to be caressed and squeezed and tasted. And below them a slightly billowing little stomach, satin-smooth like a flower petal, dimpled in the center with a real jewel of a button. And below that a puffy little pubic mound like that of a baby, only slightly covered with blondish down and accentuated by a two-inch space between her thighs. No, I take that back-accentuated by a tiny opening in the slit of that mound, an opening that shone fiery pink and glistening wet. It dominated everything I could see for a moment, sort of weaving a spell over me, and sending a hot fire all through me like I'd never in my life experienced before.
"Golly Moses, what a man!" she said, still gawking at my crotch. "It's still growing, Mark! The muscle in your shorts is still growing ... and sticking way out. Please, please, I've just got to see it without any covering ... just like you're seeing me without any covering!"
"So what could I do? I was blushing like everything, let me tell you, but just the same I had to be fair. I dropped my jockey shorts, stepped out of them, and struck the best muscle-man pose I could think of. Except that the center of attraction on this particular occasion happened to be my penis muscle, hard as a brick and standing as erect as my four inches would allow.
"Now, Jenifer, you're seeing more of me than anyone has ever seen before," I said a little embarrassingly but, at the same time, a little proudly. "Take a good look, then let's get some clothes back on and listen to your records. I really would like to hear your records, especially your country-westerns. I sure am glad you like country-westerns too, because they're my favorites."
"But Jen wasn't going for just looking at me, or listening to records. No, she was going for just one thing-my penis. It seems that I no sooner got those words out of my mouth when she was kneeling down at my feet and grasping my organ in one hand while cupping my testicles in the other. There was a big bead of clear, oily substance coming out of the end of my penis like I'd never seen before, and she must've really liked that because she sort of milked my shaft to bring up all there was in it, then she hungrily lapped it away with her tongue. "Ooooooo, but your cock-juice tastes good," she mumbled. "I just know that it's full of rich vitamins and minerals."
"So Jen was a real out-and-out health faddist. I could understand that. And maybe she was right about my mysterious penis oil being full of nutrition, I don't know. But that was no excuse for what she did next. No, about a second later she gave me the shock of my life by plopping my entire penis into her mouth and sucking away on it like a regular queer. I'd heard about queers and what they did-in fact, we even had a couple of them down at the gym-but Jen was a girl, a sweet, innocent-looking girl who I'd fallen in love with practically at first sight.
"Well, to be perfectly honest with you, I felt a strong impulse to shove her away, put my clothes on and leave. Only I couldn't. It started feeling real good, that sucking of hers on my stiff penis. Besides, a little voice started whispering to me louder and louder that I was too much in love with Jen to just up and leave her cold, especially during our first get-together. The best thing to do, I finally decided, was to do nothing-just go on standing there, letting her suck away. Jumping jiminy! It sure was beginning to feel great!
"Then my beautiful little doll figured that she'd had enough and let my organ slip from her lips. At least I thought there for a moment that she'd had enough. The fact of the matter, it turned out, was that she was just getting started-finishing the hors d'oeuvres, so to speak. Her appetite must've been getting nicely whetted, because in the next instant she was standing up and kissing me passionately, full on the mouth, thrusting her tongue far in and giving me a taste of my own sex organ. Then, after a minute or two of that, she was leading me off into the bedroom, gasping: "C'mon, you magnificent specimen of a man, let's go in on the bed where I can suck you off right. You've got a lot of delicious sweet come in those balls of yours and I mean to drink up every drop of it."
"What language! Of course, I knew what come was-after all, I was too healthy not to have had a few wet dreams over the years, waking up with the bed sheets all gooey with cream from my penis-but to hear it expressed so bluntly from a nice girl like Jenifer was shocking to say the least. And to think that she wanted to actually drink it ... Oh well, I've gone this far, I thought. Might just as well let her do the rest of her thing this one time. After this one time, I'd just refuse to have any more meetings with her. I'd put her completely out of my life. I'd forget that I ever met her. I thought.
"Jenifer, you've got me all wrong," I said to her when we reached the bedroom. "I really don't go in for this queer stuff but I'll do it with you this once just because it's you."
"Oh, you think it's queer, do you? You can't be really serious. Because if you are, I'll have to change my mind about giving you a sample of my very special health food."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'll just show you. Look here, this is what I mean."
"Honestly, cross my heart and hope to die, do you know what she did then? She flopped back on the bed, lifted her legs up, spreading them wide, and pulled open the lips of her vagina all the way. I was only about three feet away and I could see everything-I mean, everything-that she had there between her legs. There was a long, wide area, all pink and sparkling wet, with delicate little lips about in the center; and a twitching little muscle at the top of the lips, like a tiny, throbbing penis; and a little way below that there was a hole, about the size of a quarter, with a clear, oily substance bubbling out, like the substance that bubbled out of my penis when it first got hard; and still further down between her buttocks I could see her saucy little rectum, all puckered and sort of winking like it was flirting with me or something. Jeepers, she sure looked pretty!
"Well, what do you say? Would you like a taste?" she asked.
"I don't know but, somehow, my vision started playing tricks on me about then. It was like I wasn't viewing a woman's genitals at all but rather ... rather a plate of food delicacies. Maybe it was the power of suggestion because, after all, Jen had referred to it as very special health food.' And, of course, I am sort of a health food faddist. Anyway, I won't try too hard to explain why I responded like I did.
"Yes," I mumbled, "I think I would like a small taste ... if you don't mind." Then I literally dove in between her beautiful little-girl legs and started licking, slowly and timidly at first, sort of testing the flavor of her hot juices with the very tip of my tongue, at the same time feasting on all the enchanting little nooks and crannies with my eyes. It was a strange taste, neither sweet or sour, yet full-bodied and strong-something like bouillon. And it quickly grew on me, the more I tasted, because I love bouillon. And this was especially good bouillon, this essence of Jenifer.
"No, I take that back. It was absolutely delectable! And soon I was gobbling it up for all I was worth, shoveling my long tongue up and down inside her pink meaty slit like I'd never get enough. So maybe this wasn't body-building health food; and maybe it was a little queer. Who cared? I certainly didn't. Not at the moment, anyway. All I knew and cared about was that I was experiencing the greatest possible intimacy with my own sweet, demure, petite little Jenifer.
"That's right, despite her boldness in seducing me this way, I was still convinced of her virginal innocence. And what's more, I kept right on being convinced, even when she suddenly jerked her crotch away from me and said: "Enough-that's enough of a taste for you. Now you bring your sweet little cock-muscle here on the bed to me, because I'm the one who's most in need of health food."
"Dazed by Jen's naked beauty and sort of intoxicated by all of her juices that I'd been lapping up, I obeyed, just like a little puppy dog, and flopped on the bed beside her. I got in the same position she'd been in, on my back, with my legs spread wide, because I knew that's what she wanted. And sure enough, in the next instant there she was, crawling up between my legs and hungrily taking a hold of my still erected penis.
"By the way her eyes were bugging out and her open mouth was drooling, I could see right away that Jenifer was even more crazed than I was-so crazed, in fact, that I remember it kind of frightened me. I felt an urge to jump up and get away from her, and oh how I wish now that I had!
"There was another bubble seeping out of my penis when I laid back, bigger than the first, but Jen was in no hurry to lick it up like before. Instead, she chose to let it build up some more while she went after my testicles with her mouth. And I mean she really went after them, sucking them into her mouth like they were gumdrops or something. For the longest time-maybe ten or fifteen minutes-she swished them around in her mouth and sort of munched on them, even tried to swallow them.
"But you know what? It didn't hurt. In fact, it felt real good and exciting the way she was doing it, gripping my pecker at the same time with her hands. It made my insides feel like they were being drawn into a tingly little knot. And it made my pecker sort of throb more in her hands, too, bringing up a lot more of that funny-looking oil. Which was exactly what she wanted, I guess, because suddenly she let my testicles slide out of her mouth, all dripping wet with her saliva, and started sucking on the tip of my pecker-head-like it was a soda straw or something.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned. "It's sooooooo good, sooooooo delicious. But I've got to have more ... MUCH, MUCH MORE."
"With that she let her head fall all the way down to my pelvis, driving my rock-hard staff clear into her throat. Holy jumping jokers! What a feeling! It felt like my whole crotch was on fire. But it was a beautiful, thrilling kind of fire that I didn't want extinguished. And Jen didn't want it extinguished, either, because she started pumping her head up and down, trying to take my inflamed organ deeper and deeper into her throat, all the time sucking harder and harder, trying to draw up my oil.
"No, it wasn't my oil she wanted. It suddenly occurred to me as I watched her sucking so frantically, so desperately, that it was my come-she wanted! What else could it be? She knew-she must've known-that if she kept that up, pumping and sucking so strongly, she'd make me shoot up all the come from my testicles.
"Yes, I realized then that my come was the real health food that she had referred to earlier, and which she said she needed. But how did she know that she needed it? Had she sucked the come out of other guys and found it nutritious, invigorating, healthful? No, impossible, this fool decided; Jen simply wanted to drink my come because she loved me and wanted to share in my super-abundant strength and wanted to let me know that I was as delicious to her as she was to me.
"So then this fool just let her go on sucking until his testicles blew up to the size of grapefruits and exploded, twisting his insides into a convulsing agony of ecstatic cramps and sending great geysers of boiling come spewing out of his pee-hole, directly into her throat. How could I help myself? Her sucking was just too desperate; just too exciting-just too irresistible. On top of that I loved her. I would have given her anything-but anything-she wanted. That's how much of a fool I was.
"When she felt and tasted my come shooting into her throat, she literally went wild. It defies imagination! With one hand she grabbed my testicles and squeezed for all she was worth, trying to empty them of every last drop. With her other hand she kept squeezing the base of my swollen pecker and milking it upward, trying to hurry the flow. And with her mouth she speeded up that frantic, desperate pumping and sucking action of hers, trying to drain me of every ounce of fluid in my body.
"She would've drained me of every ounce, too, if I hadn't grabbed her head and shoved her away."
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Here we are dealing with a case history that is quite unique in many respects. First of all, our subject, Bradshaw, is not just another health and muscle-building enthusiast aspiring to win laurels in that field, but a scion of a very wealthy family. Secondly, he is a graduate of one of the more prestigious universities, having graduated cum laude. This accounts for his fluent and intelligent command of the English language. And thirdly, the object of his affections, Jenifer, is obviously a person of cultured background; for, as he points out in his narrative, she abounded in "ladylike poise" and she resided in an affluent high-rise apartment.
The most unique aspect of this present case, however, is the pitiable condition of the subject. He is narrating from a hospital bed in an emaciated, critical stage of pneumonia, reduced from his former prime weight of 195 pounds when he was on the verge of entering the Mr. America contest to a mere 90 pounds of bone and skin. The experience he recounts must have indeed been extremely injurious to his physical well-being-but on the other hand, we detect little if any psychological trauma.
Within the context of psychoanalysis, this case would seem to represent some kind of dilemma. Actually, however, when the various directions of human sexual activities are taken into account, the equation is simply one of circumstantial human tragedy. Circumstantial, that is, in that two people of like sexual proclivities chanced to meet, with the female having and being allowed to exert the stronger will.
In reviewing the essential nature of the fellatio and cunnilingus that was the preferred sexual expression of Bradshaw and Jenifer, it should be noted that the practice is first and foremost masturbation, or the pleasurable stimulation of sex organs for the purpose of erotic fulfillment. The fact that this form of masturbation is performed mutually and orally may distinguish it from private and digital masturbation, which nearly everyone indulges in, but it does not necessarily indicate an abnormality or social aberration. Quite the contrary, it has been revealed in recent surveys that a very large segment of our married population, including many in the higher planes of respectability, indulge in both fellatio and cunnilingus.
Many medical researchers feel that no sex act -including fellatio and cunnilingus-needs social justification to be a factor of normal human behavior. For while it is true that mutual oral masturbation does not, in and of itself, produce offspring, it is nevertheless a fact that the stimulating effect is very often the cause of the coital union which does produce offspring.
No less an authority than Alfred C. Kinsey makes it clear that mouth-genital sexual contacts are statistically common not only among humans but among mammals in general, indicating that it is indeed a normal, instinctive act. In his Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, Kinsey states:
Among most species of mammals there is, in actuality, a great deal of sex play which never leads to coitus. Most mammals, when sexually aroused, crowd together and nuzzle and explore with their noses, mouth, and feet over each other's bodies. They make lip-to-lip contacts and tongue-to-tongue contacts, and use their mouths to manipulate every part of the companion's body, including the genitalia.
Hence it can be said that the novel thing about fellatio and cunnilingus between the human male and female is not that it exists, but rather that there are still strong social and legal restrictions against its practice in most states. Fortunately, however, the state in which the subject of this case history resided has a more liberal and progressive legal outlook on sex practices indulged in privately by consenting adults, particularly when the adults in question are married. Were it not so, it is doubtful whether Bradshaw would have spoken so freely and candidly, or whether his interviewer, even with Bradshaw's full name withheld, would have released the story.
From the strictly physiological standpoint, a very interesting question arises from this case: Why did Bradshaw's health deteriorate so drastically as the result of Jenifer's frequent and persistent fellatio, while hers not only failed to deteriorate but actually improved as the result of his equally frequent cunnilingus? Of course, there is the chance that other factors entered into their changing health pictures, though in this case it is a highly remote chance. The fact remains that physiologically, the orgasm of a man and that of a woman involve completely different processes.
Each and every orgasm of the male requires, for replenishment, the manufacture of millions of new spermatozoa (seeds of life), plus numerous grams of protein rich semen. The orgasm of the female, on the other hand, requires only a muscular spasm to prepare the way for the male sperm and the remanufacture of a lubricating fluid or "come" that is basically of the same chemistry as saliva. In other words, the orgasm of the male involves much more glandular strain, chemical loss, and regenerative processes than the female whose climax is primarily an emotional-nervous reaction.
Hence, it is understandable why Bradshaw deteriorated while Jenifer thrived. The entire affair was one of him giving of his life substance to her and receiving back practically nothing for rejuvenation.
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"This may strike you as strange and incredible, but I swear it's the truth: All through that first meeting of nakedness and sex with Jenifer, there wasn't a single minute of intercourse. There wasn't even a thought of it, not in my mind and certainly not in hers. After that first little teasing 'taste' she gave me of her delicious vagina, she became totally and relentlessly obsessed with feasting on me. And I had no choice, in my state of mind, but to let her. She actually had me believing that her feasting was an expression of her admiration and love, and that our sex juices were sort of 'health drinks' which she needed a lot more than I did. Naturally, I was more than willing, downright eager, to contribute to her 'health.'
"But, fool that I was, I had no idea how much she wanted me to contribute. "Oh, darling," she mooned right after we'd recuperated from our second naked 'banquet' the following day, which, incidentally, was a carbon copy of the first, with her literally draining me, "you're so absolutely marvelous. What a tower of strength you are! And to think that you are generous and loving enough to give some of your great strength to poor, weak little me. Already I feel stronger, more invigorated."
"Then she snuggled up real tight to me in her beautiful nakedness, kissed me very passionately on my mouth, at the same time fondling my penis and testicles, and said softly, kind of emotionally: "Oh, Brad ... I'm sorry ... I just can't help myself. I'm in love with you. I've fallen desperately in love with you. Please, darling ... please tell me that you love me too."
"Yes, Jenifer," I answered as I felt my penis begin to grow and throb in her hand, "I do love you. I guess I've loved you since ... ever since I first laid eyes on you in the gym."
"I'm so glad ... so thrilled! Isn't it just wonderful how fate has led us to each other? We really do need each other, you and I, don't we? And now that we know for sure that we're in love, we really shouldn't wait to get married, should we? We should get married right away-even tomorrow, if you are willing. Please, Brad, darling, tell me that we can get married tomorrow."
"I was hooked. The little vixen was weaving the final strands of her web around me-and I was powerless to resist. I hesitated slightly before answering, but then she flopped back on the bed, spread her legs, and gave me another little taste of her delectable pink, juicy vagina, saying: "After we're married, darling, my cunt will be all yours; then you can eat it as much as you want to." So I dove in, my tongue lapping hungrily, and mumbled, "Tonight ... I'll get a preacher lined up tonight ... and the first thing in the morning we'll get hitched."
"And a moment later, just when I had her on the edge of coming, she rolled away, grabbed my dripping, rock-hard peter in her mouth and proceeded to drain me again.
"But let me tell you something: If you think Jen was pecker-hungry before our marriage, you should've seen her after. Believe me, the most voracious cannibals you've ever heard of were nothing compared to her! Already, as the result of her preliminary feasting on me, I'd lost five pounds, but the next year-well, you can see easy enough. I'm wasted away to nothing. Instead of Mr. America, I've become Mr. Lilliput. The other day I overheard a nurse saying that she didn't know what was keeping me alive.
"However, to get back to my tale of woe, Jen was dead set against us going away on a honeymoon. She insisted that it was too much hassle and that I should immediately move in with her-which I did, not being in the mood for any arguments. Besides, I was just as impatient as she for you know what. After all, she had promised me that I could have all I wanted, once we were married. The thought of it, even during the wedding ceremony, made my mouth water with anticipation.
"So as quick as I could, I got my few things moved over to her apartment. That done, Jen and I hurriedly put away a 'dinner' of two hard-boiled eggs, showered in one minute flat, then dashed into the bedroom and sprawled, naked as jaybirds, on the big double-size bed. I could see that her little pointed breasts were swollen and hard from the excitement of the occasion, and the lips of her vagina had sprung open of their own accord, revealing a glistening pool of juice on top of her neat little row of pink goodies. And, of course, she had her eyes riveted on my organs, now grown to foil size and beginning to show a big bubble of my own juice.
"Then I learned what a liar Jen was in getting me to marry her; for she never, but never, had any intention of giving me all I wanted.
"In a flash, with her eyes bugging out crazily and her mouth drooling saliva, she lunged at my crotch, muttering: "Give it to me! Give it to me quick ... I can't wait!" And the next instant she had me in a death grip, grasping and squeezing my fully erected penis in her hands, enveloping my aching testicles tightly in her hot, juice-filled mouth. The other two times before this she'd treated me to at least a sample of her vagina's sweetness, probably to lower my resistance, but now she wasn't so magnanimous. She was unleashing her particular brand of sexual passion with a mighty vengeance, bent on completely devouring me. Like a starved spider with a fat, succulent fly.
"The sudden, animal like viciousness of her attack and the obviousness of her deceit was a rude and bitter awakening in a way. But what could I do? I couldn't shove her head out of my crotch for fear of a big part of it being torn out with her. And I couldn't knock her out with a hard swat alongside the head because it's against my principles to hit a girl. In fact, I couldn't even bring myself to say, 'Stop!' Because what she was doing started to feel good-real good. All I could do was lean back and watch-and enjoy it to the hilt.
"What a sight! For quite a long time I watched my freakish but pretty little bride gobble away on my testicles, voraciously munching and sucking, doing her utmost to generate a great reservoir of come-and succeeding-and all the while squeezing and pumping slowly on my granite pecker which felt like it was ten feet long but actually hadn't grown beyond its normal four measly inches. True musclemen just don't have big peters, you know, because it's muscle in the other regions of the body that wins them prizes.
"Anyway, Jen somehow knew-I guess by the extent of my swelling-when she'd generated all of the come in me that was possible. About the time my testicles were aching with excruciating pain and feeling like they were ready to burst, she switched her mouth quickly to my penis, milked up the last drop of oil from it, lapped it all off from the tip of my pecker-head, and then sank the whole thing up deep into her throat. Then, squeezing my great, ballooned scrotum tightly and rhythmically in one hand, she commenced to pump her mouth up and down furiously, sucking away and moaning for all she was worth. Once, for just a couple of seconds, she lifted her mouth off far enough to gasp out a few words.
"Now, darling, now ... give me your come ... all of it ... ALL OF IT! I want it ... I need it ... I've got to have it ... ALL OF IT!"
"So I gave it to, her. All of it. Just like she wanted. In fact, I couldn't help myself. After she'd pumped her mouth on my peter and squeezed my come-packed testicles a few more times, my whole body suddenly caught fire and erupted in a giant geyser of molten lava, every bit of it spewing into Jen's eagerly awaiting mouth. It literally drove her out of her mind with greed and lust; for never, but never, have I seen such savagery in a person, man or woman. Only in wild animals. That's right, she reminded me exactly of starved lions tearing at fallen prey with their fangs and claws, gorging themselves to the limit.
"Then when she had me completely drained of come, or maybe just a few seconds before, she had an orgasm herself. I knew it had to be an orgasm because she sort of built up to a crescendo of moaning groaning, and writhing as she was drinking down my spurts, then slowly collapsed and passed out with my dingus still in her mouth. Also, from the angle I was laying, I could see dimly through my ecstasy-clouded eyes that her entire crotch was seething with her vagina fluid-her come. And that gave me an idea.
"Of course, I was extremely weak and dehydrated from Jen's attack, but I realized at the same time that this was a moment of rare opportunity. So, gently withdrawing my peter from her sleeping mouth, I crawled around on the bed and cautiously, like a thief in the night, opened her legs wide, completely exposing her sparkling treasures. The next instant I was stealing them from her, shoveling my tongue in and scooping up great draughts of sugary ambrosia, careful not to press so hard as to awaken her. Sure, I'd been purged ravenously of much of my strength, but in this delightful, heavenly way, I was able to get just a little of it back. In Jen's come, I thought, there just had to be some real honest-to-goodness nutrition--as the lying little witch had boasted.
"So those were our strategies during all of the following month. She would go down on me first, draining me so violently that she'd have an orgasm herself in the process and pass out. Then I'd take advantage of her 'unconsciousness,' or 'reverie,' or whatever it was, to feast on her. In a way, it was a perfect set-up-she got all of my come that she craved and vice versa. Also, we indulged no more than two or three times a day, so I wasn't losing too much weight. As I recall, I only lost thirty pounds during the first month of our marriage and still had a fairly good muscle tone, though nothing to boast about.
"Then, at the start of the second month, Jen set the stage for her coup de grace, cleverly offering it as a gesture of her 'love and benevolence.' She invited a girl friend of hers to live with us, a beautiful, voluptuous, buxom blonde by the name of Millicent who was also an avid devotee of oral sex.
"Milly is a very old and dear friend of mine, darling," she told me just minutes before our guest was due to arrive, "so I knew you wouldn't mind having her stay with us. Besides, she is a health enthusiast the same as we are. You're bound to like her and I promise that she will like you. Actually, I've told her quite a lot about you-what a magnificent specimen of a man you are-and naturally she's dying to meet you."
"Okay, hon, if that's what you want. You know that any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Only, I was thinking that it might be a little awkward for her when you and I get going with our ... eh ... dinner parties."
"Milly feel awkward around a cock-eatin' party?" she laughed, as though I'd just told a big joke. "Oh, no! Not that hussy! Not Milly. You'll see."
"And I did see. Millicent had only been at our place about an hour-just long enough to unpack and shower-when Jen got it in her head to show me off. Which wouldn't have been so bad except there was both of those beautiful females reclining on the divan in flimsy house robes, open in the front, revealing most of their naked breasts. Of course, I was used to seeing Jen's pretty little titties, but, I swear, the boobs that Millicent was flashing at me really put my blood pressure in orbit. They were huge, with the biggest, reddest nipples you could ever imagine. They reminded me of giant strawberry sundaes tipped with red plums instead of cherries. And they seemed to be begging to be eaten and sucked and ravished by my mouth.
"It was a conspiracy! And the conspiracy was working. How could I help myself? As soon as I had stripped down to my shorts as Jen had asked-"C'mon, darling, show Milly the muscles that's going to win the Mr. America contest," she'd said in her most dulcet, flattering tone-I glanced down at my crotch and noticed, much to my embarrassment, that I had a big erection. And, of course, the girls noticed it, too.
"Golly gee, your man is really excitable, isn't he?" Milly said to Jen as she stared hungrily at my bulge.
"Yes he is," Jen answered proudly. "And that's a real pretty love muscle he's got there-not big but real, real pretty. Would you like to see it? I think Brad will show it to us if we strip completely for him."
"Well you know me, palsy-walsy. I'm a sucker-and I do mean sucker-for pretty things like that."
"The show was on! As Millicent spoke those last lines, both she and Jen peeled off their robes, very sensually, pushing out their rose-tipped breasts invitingly and spreading their legs so as to flash the pink meat of their big vaginas. And I mean, Milly's was big-at least twice as full and plump as Jen's. And I'm not exaggerating, she had a clitoris that stuck right out from inside her slit like a tongue. Really, it was every bit as long and moist and alive as a baby's tongue! Holy mackerel, what a delicious sight!
"So in a flash, I had my shorts off, showing the girls my stiff, throbbing penis. And in a flash, Jen had it clasped firmly in her hands, her open mouth poised over its head, muttering: "Oh, Milly, what did I tell you? Isn't his cock absolutely adorable? And his come ... just wait until you taste his come ... it's sweeter than honey." Then she tugged me over toward Milly on the divan, saying: "There, Brad, darling ... now you can eat all of the cunt you want while I'm sucking you off. Get your face down in between Milly's legs and eat her up real good like you always want to eat me. She loves it. She really loves it. And when I get through feasting on your cock and balls, I want Milly to have a turn at it, too. I want her to taste how delicious and invigorating your come is."
"Golly, thanks, Jenny baby," Milly sort of gasped, her beautiful face all flushed with the anticipation of torrid sex and her legs spreading wider to expose more of her glistening vagina meat. "You are a real friend. How can I ever thank you enough?" Then to me: "Here it is, you big, beautiful hunk of man ... dinner is served. Don't be bashful because my big hot pussy is yours to eat as much as you want."
"Maybe I was a tiny bit bashful at first, but after hearing Milly say that, I dropped unhesitatingly to my knees and dove right into her wide open crotch, my tongue sticking out as hard almost as my pecker. And, of course, Jen dropped down with me, still clinging to my rod. A second later, about the same time I made the first great sweep of my tongue up the length of Milly's hot gash, Jen had wormed herself under me and enveloped my testicles in her gaping, drooling mouth, at the same time starting to squeeze and pump my swollen peter with her hand.
"Then I found out how really passionate, and how really obscene, that friend of Jen's was. "Oh, sonovabitch! Oh shit!" Milly gasped as I swabbed all up and over her gaping, dripping gash. "Eat it up, you wonderful cunt lapper ... all of it ... every bit of it! Oh fuck ... how I love that long, cunt lapping tongue of yours! Sonovaaaaaaabitch! You're going to make me shoot my hot cunt jizz real quiiiiick!"
"What dirty, filthy language she used! Yet, somehow, it made me hotter, listening to it, and I ate at her delicious open crotch more hungrily, more furiously, sucking her enormous and extremely succulent clitoris into my mouth, actually munching on it, and then stabbing my tongue deep into her hole, drinking in the flood of juice that was pouring out. Jen had sweet, delicious vagina juices, but this Milly's juices were just as sweet and delicious-and ten times more plentiful. As I sucked it in and drank it down, I thought, Ah, now at last I can get all I want!
"In the meantime, my fiendish little wife was anything but idle. She had my testicles swollen and aching to the point of agony with her mad onslaught of sucking and squeezing. Then just as I was about to yell out with pain, she suddenly switched her mouth to my rock-hard, throbbing peter and started gulping frantically there, trying her utmost to suck up the great ocean of come she'd generated in my bursting scrotum. She'd never been in such wild heat before! I not only could tell from her loud animal like grunting and writhing but, glancing down from the corner of my eye, I could see her open crotch protruding from underneath me, literally gushing juices.
"Jeepers, what a view I had: two gaping female vaginas, boiling over with desperate, pulsating lust, seething in the height of passion! They reminded me of the pits of two live volcanoes, rumbling and spurting huge bubbles of molten, steaming lava, on the verge of a great, violent eruption. At the same time, I could feel an atomic bomb lodged in my groin, its fuse lit, likewise getting ready to explode.
"Then, sure enough, it happened. Milly's volcano erupted first, shooting a mighty avalanche of her luscious hot lava gushing down my throat and all over my face, while she screamed out loud and vehemently in the extreme violence of her ecstasy. "Oh, I'm coming ... I'M COOOOOOOMM-MMMIIIINNNNGGGG! Oh shit, fuck, drink it up ...DRINK IT UUUUUUPPPPP! No, don't, STOP, STOP, I CANT STAND IT ... YOU'RE KILLING ME ... KIIILLLLLLIIINNNGGG MEEEEEEEE!!"
"Next it was my turn and I felt like I was being turned completely inside out. I don't know just how much of my come Jen was getting out of me, but, I swear, it felt like ten gallons. It actually sort of felt like ... like all of the come I was draining out of Milly was combining with mine, and gushing out with mine, right into Jen's eagerly awaiting throat. No, more than that. It actually felt like Jen was drawing out everything-guts and blood and bones. Every thing.
"And when she had just about got everything out of my insides, it was her turn to erupt. Poor Jen. In a way, I kind of felt sorry for her-still do. When she had that terrific orgasm of hers, she simply gulped at my pecker a few times, determined to get the last drop out of me, then went into a violent fit of crying and sobbing, finally collapsing in a quiet, convulsing heap. I noticed through my weak, blurry eyes that Milly was sort of passed out on the divan, too. So I did the same thing-just flopped and went to sleep.
"In a way, Millicent living with us was a perfect setup: I got all of the female passion juice I wanted from her, and both she and Jen got all of the male come they wanted from me. You see, they would take turns sucking my peter after that first time, switching off on the average of twice a day, which meant that I'd be brought to orgasm about four times a day. Still, in another way, it was a terrible, disastrous set-up. Not for them, but for me. They were actually thriving on it, getting more healthful and vigorous and sex-hungry with each passing month, while I was losing weight and strength to the point where I could hardly come at all-just a drop or two at the most.
"Then when I finally got down to ninety pounds and drew a complete blank in the come department, they left me, both of them. They had already, a couple of months before, found themselves another big muscle man, so when I ran out of gas completely, they just moved in with him. Poor guy. If I can ever manage to get my health back, I'm going to warn him. I only hope I'm not too late."
It was a narrow escape for Bradshaw, the subject of this pitiful case. Shortly after the completion of his interview by a team of astounded physicians, he lapsed into a critical state of pneumonia, brought on by acute exhaustion and malnutrition. But thanks to massive doses of antibiotics and intravenous vitamin injections, he survived the crisis. In their prognosis, however, the attending physicians have expressed the lamentable opinion that he will never again be really strong.
Chapter Four Urchin Girl
"I remember I was awful scared when I ran away from home, because I had no place to go and no money except fifty cents. And I was 'fraid as all-get-out that some policeman or truant officer would see that I was only twelve years old and wonder why I wasn't in school. They'd pick me up sure, I thought, and ask me where I live. Then they'd take me back to Ma and she'd give me another bad lickin' for runnin' off. The mean ol' bitch! She may be my ma and all that, but oh, how I hate her! I jus' couldn't take another one of her lickin's. 'Cause she was always sloppy drunk-I don't remember her when she wasn't sloppy drunk-and she whipped me for most any little thing. And she always whipped me hard, with all her might, cussin' at me like she hated me worse'n anybody. Me, her own daughter, and the only kid she's got.
"I guess Ma hates me as much as I hate her-if that's possible. I know why, too. It's because I look a lot like my pa and she don't want to be reminded of him. He dumped her about a year before I ran away on account of her bein' all boozed up all the time, and never keepin' the house clean, and using filthy language at him. Whenever he came home and didn't bring a bottle of whiskey for her, she'd call him a fuckin' son-of-a-bitch and asshole and things like that. And she'd throw things at him.
"Pa took it as long as he could. Even tried beatin' Ma up a few times to see if that would settle her down-but it weren't no use. Then he met this other woman and jus' walked out on us. I never saw him after that, and neither did Ma. If he'd only taken me with him, I wouldn't have minded so much, but I guess he thought I'd get in the way with his new woman, I don't know. Or maybe ... maybe he planned to come back for me. Maybe he still plans to come back for me. Golly, I sure hope so. If you ever met my Pa you'd see that he's a pretty nice guy.
"Anyway, I knew I couldn't get very far on fifty cents, so I spent it on a sandwich and walked out on the highway to the edge of town. By this time it was dark and I was gettin' awful worried 'bout where I was gonna sleep. One thing was sure: I didn't want to try hitchhiking out of town at night because I'd heard how dangerous that was for girls by themselves; how guys pick girls up and beat them-even kill them-if they don't take their clothes off and let the guy screw them. I sure didn't want that done to me-get screwed, I mean-'cause it might give me a baby and I was too young to have a baby. Besides, I'd never been screwed before in my whole life, except by my own little finger, and I knew it would hurt, maybe real bad. I knew from seem' my Pa naked once that men's things are a lot bigger than my fingers.
"So that first night I jus' found me a parked car that wasn't locked and went to sleep in it. The next morning real early I got back on the highway and stuck my thumb out for a ride. In a little while some old farmer came along in a pickup truck and offered me a lift all the way into Kansas City, which was jus' fine with me. Course I didn't know anybody there, but it was a good long way from my Ma and that was all that mattered to me. If I couldn't board and room in Kansas City for doin' some housework or something like that, well, I'd jus' hitchhike off to somewhere else.
"The old geezer I was ridin' with didn't bother me too much. He didn't try to screw me, though I think he would've liked to. He jus' told me I had pretty legs for my age and did I mind if he put his hand on them. I said I didn't mind-bein' a little afraid that he'd stop and let me out in the middle of nowhere if I said I did-and he started runnin' a hand back and forth between my legs, all the way to my panties. Golly, he sure musta got a charge outa doin' that, 'cause he was breath in real hard and his overalls were stickin' up on his lap. I'd heard my girl friends say at school that when a boy's pants stick out like that, it means they are sexually excited. 'Hot pants,' they called it.
"Well, pretty soon the old geezer stuck his hand inside my panties and started playing with my pussy. And that got him even more excited. Got me excited, too. Really, it was the first time anyone had done that-besides myself, I mean. Somehow, it felt a lot better when he did it, 'specially when he started workin' his big, knobby finger into my slit. It felt so good that I jus' spread my legs real wide, hopin' that he'd go down farther and stick his finger into my hole. At least try it. His finger was a lot bigger than mine, so maybe it would go in and maybe it wouldn't.
"But d'ya know what? He didn't try it. I guess he was jus' too excited. Instead, he swung off onto a side road a little way, where there were no houses around, and hauled out his big thing. And I mean it was really BIG! At least it seemed that way to me then, 'cause it was the first time I'd ever seen a man's dick up close, all hard and everything. And once he had it out so I could see it real good, he said: "Here, girl, take this in your mouth ... quick! It's startin' to pop off and it's gotta have somethin' to pop in. Hurry, girl ... hurry!"
"Golly, I didn't want to, but there he was a-beg-gin' me, like if I didn't he'd get mad and dump me out or somethin'. So I jus' went ahead and did what he asked. I took his big, throbbin' dick in my mouth-I mean, jus' the big knob at the end-and waited to see what was gonna happen. I guess I waited only 'bout a second, then he suddenly grabbed the back of my head and pulled down hard until his dick was clear up in my throat, gag-gin' me. And the next thing I knew, it was shootin' a little stream of hot juice into my throat. "Ah, that's my little sweetie ... you've got me coooomiiiing! Ahhhhhhh ... that's good! Now drink, girl ... swallow it down ... swallow it all down!"
"Pardon the expression, but-shit!-how could I help but swallow it all down? He was still holdin' my head all the way on his rod and that stuff was oozin' further and further into my throat. And, on top of that, I had the feelin' that he wasn't gonna let up on my head till I had swallowed it, every drop. And it really didn't taste so bad-a little salty, that's all.
"When the old guy was all done shootin', which didn't take more'n a minute, he let me up, stuck his dick back in his overalls and, not saying a word, drove back onto the main highway. That made me kinda mad, 'cause I was still hot and wantin' his finger in my pussy. And my breasts were tingling, wantin' to be played with, too. They weren't very big breasts then-jus' sort of startin' to grow-but they had a lot of feelin' in them, 'specially after all that horsin' around with the old man.
"So d'ya know what I did after we got back on the highway for Kansas City? I stuck my own finger into my pussyhole, runnin' it in and out, and rubbed my two little tit sprouts with my other hand. And I kept on doin' that until I gave myself a nice little orgasm-not my first one, 'cause I'd been masturbatin' since I was eight, but my best one. I couldn't help it after what we'd been doin', and the old geezer sort of sympathized. In fact, he enjoyed seem' me do it, 'cause he was all smiles most of the time and he got another bulge on his lap, though not as big as the first time.
"What's more, he slipped me a twenty-dollar bill when he dropped me off in Kansas City. "Good-bye, girl," he said when I got out of his truck. "I don't know what you're aimin' to do here in the big city but this twenty will help. Take care, hear? And try waitin' a few more years before you take to lettin' men fuck you." Yeah, he was a pretty nice guy, that horny old buzzard.
"Well, I felt pretty rich for a little while. I got me a room at the YWCA, sayin' I was waitin' for my ma to come after me from Chicago and givin' a phony name. Even got myself a warm coat for two bucks from the Salvation Army. Ate pretty good, too, in the YWCA restaurant. But after one week, I was flat broke all over again. Honestly, I'd tried to find a house where they'd give me board and room for doin' cleanin' and baby-sittin', but they always stared at me kinda funny like, as if a girl my age should have a home of her own. One old hag guessed that I was a runaway and ran to her telephone to call the cops, but I managed to split from there real fast.
"Then, while walking through one of the big parks, I met a group of hippies, or flower children' like they called themselves. One of the long-haired guys had noticed me sort of wanderin' about like I was homeless and invited me to join in their poetry reading. He introduced himself as Reggie and I gave him my real name-Karen. He said that he was the 'father' of their 'family' and that if I dug love and peace, I'd be welcome to share in their happiness.
"Sure," I told him, glad for the chance to make some friends, "I dig love and peace ... and poetry, too." So then Reggie introduced me to the others of his family-Lance, Tim, Harold, Helen, Joanne, Betty and Constance.
"It was really nice sittin' there on the grass with Reggie and his family of flower kids, feelin' that somebody honestly and truly cared 'bout me. 'Course, I didn't understand very much of the poetry we were readin'-mostly 'bout everybody bein' brothers and sisters and needin' to come together in the pure love of sharing each other's hearts and souls and bodies and good fortunes and bad fortunes-but I felt warm inside, anyway. 'Specially towards Reggie. He had long hair like the other fellas, but he had a beautiful full beard, sort of like Moses, and the nicest smile, and the softest voice.
"I guess I sort of fell in love with Reggie right off. I told him my whole story after the poetry readin'-all 'bout my pa runnin' off, and my mean, sloppy-drunk ma, and the beatin's she gave me, and my decision to leave home. And when I finished tellin' him all that, with the others listenin' in, he said: "Karen, my beautiful sister, our hearts and our love are yours to share if you would like to join our family and live with us." I noticed that as he spoke his eyes were takin' in my body, but I didn't care, 'cause he was a man and men are supposed to be interested in girls' bodies.
"If you really would like to have me in your family, livin' with you, I'd be glad to," I said. So then Reggie smiled at me real sweetly and gave me a warm, fatherly hug, sayin': 'Beautiful.' And the others took turns, too, huggin' me and sayin': "Peace, little sister. From now on, our love is yours and your love is ours." Then they took me by my hand and led me out of the park, 'bout a mile away, to a big room in an old house where they lived.
"That's where it all began: me gettin' turned on to pot and acid and way-out sex and everything else they do in those kind of families ... or communes ... or whatever you want to call them. Wow, what a family! And what a 'father' Reggie was! The first thing they did after we got to that bare-lookin' room-the only furniture it had in it was a rickety little breakfast table, a hot plate, and a mess of pillows and blankets strewn around the floor-was-roll up about a dozen cigarettes from a pouch of tobacco they'd hidden under a loose floorboard. Then Reggie announced that it was time for me to be initiated.
"To be initiated into his family, Reggie said I'd have to smoke three of the special 'love joints' they'd rolled, and I'd have to do it sittin' up on the table without any clothes on. But I shouldn't be afraid of anything, he said, 'cause they'd be smokin' on the joints, too, and they'd be jus' as naked as me. The whole thing, he said, was to shed all of the false shame that keeps people from truly comin' together in love.
"I felt a little squeamish 'bout smokin' three whole cigarettes one after the other and strippin' naked in front of eight people, but when I saw the other girls startin' to smoke and strip, and saw Reggie smilin' at me like it was all right. I took off my clothes, lit one of the cigarettes and crawled up on the table. After all, I thought, everyone here's gone through the same initiation, so why shouldn't I?
"Actually, I felt kinda good, perched on that table completely naked, the center of attraction, with all the other members of the family sittin' naked around me on the floor. They was all sayin' to me how beautiful my little titties were and what a sweet little virgin pussy I had, with hardly any hair on it. Reggie looked me over real close, sayin' I had the delicious-lookin' body of a heavenly angel, and that made me feel 'specially good-'cause by now, I was really thinkin' of him as my lovin' father. I was really lovin' him and I wanted him to really love me-all of me.
"While I sat up there on the table, listenin' to all those nice things said 'bout me, I jus' kept on smokin' those funny-lookin' cigarettes, holdin' the smoke in my lungs for a long time like they said I should. Then pretty soon, I started to feel giddy, and the others started to feel giddy, too. And Reggie came up to me 'bout that same time and said: "Sweet baby sister, it is time for you to give all of us here a love feast, with your father, Reggie, bein' the first to partake of your love. Are you ready?"
"I looked at his face and saw his mouth open and droolin', his eyes jumpin' hungrily from my titties to my cunt. It made my tits tingle and my cunt feel hot, seem' him like that, and I answered, "I'm ready. Oh, yes, Reggie, my love-I'm ready!" Then he said: "Beautiful ... beautiful, my love. Now lay down on your back, and stick your tongue way out, and spread your pretty baby legs real wide."
"Takin' one more deep puff on my cigarette, inhalin' way down, I did as he asked. I stuck my tongue out so far I thought it would touch the ceilin', and right away Reggie dropped his mouth over it, suckin' it deep in, drinkin' up my saliva and lettin' his own pour into my mouth. At the same time, he gathered up first one of my tits and then the other into his hand, squeezin' them in a sort of milkin' motion, then takin' a hold of my nipples and pullin' them up as far as they could go. Then, a second later, he reached down with his other hand and started grabbin' and strokin' my pussy, makin' my pussy juices flow out even faster.
"I could hear my pussy juices sloshing as he stroked away in my boiling hot crotch, opening the lips with his fingers and stroking back and forth real fast over my clit and pisser and pussyhole. It sounded so beautiful, and felt so beautiful. Then next he let go of my tongue with a long, slow suck and sank his hot, droolin', wide-open mouth over my little pointed tit buds, gatherin' them all the way into his mouth. I couldn't help it-I let out a loud moan and begged him to completely devour me.
"Oh, Reggie, my love, my father, my wonderful, beautiful lover ... take all of my little titties ... please, please, suck them up real big and then eat them away! They're yours, all yours, to suck and to eat. And take my little pussy, too ... all of it ... all of it! Do anything you want with it! Eat it if you want to! Screw it if you want to! Oh, I love you, Reggie. I love all of you ... all of you in this room."
"Lucky for me there was a blanket spread on that old table, 'cause I was squirmin' ail over it by now, pushin' my titties as far as I could in Reggie's mouth and shovin' my pussy up real tight against his whirlin', jabbin' fingers, feelin' like I was on a roller coaster that was racin' faster and faster through the clouds. That cigarette I was holdin' in one hand was helpin' me high into the clouds, I knew, so I took another big puff, inhalin' it deep and holdin' it down.
"And all around me, while my new father Reggie chewed harder and harder on my little virgin titties, and grabbed harder and harder on my little throbbin', juice-filled virgin pussy, I could faintly hear voices murmurin', like a rootin' section of ghosts, "Now, father ... NOW ... eat up our little baby sister's love nest! She's ready-oh, yeah, man, she's READY! Peace and love, brothers and sisters ... peace and love."
"I was ready, all right. And how I was ready! In a second, Reggie's mouth was movin' down from my titties and slurpin' all over my belly and tonguin' my navel and ... and then Wham! his face plowed into my hot, open gash like a pile driver. Oh, glory, how I wanted that! How I needed it! I'd never had a man's long, hot, electric tongue in my pussy before-but I had heard about the thrill of it, and dreamed of how good it would be. Only it was better-far, far better-than I'd ever dreamed and hoped.
"Course, I don't remember everything he did in my hot, wide-open pussy with his tongue-he did so many things, with my mind so dazed and all. But-wow!-was it ever crazy. The craziest feelin' I'd ever had, like my whole insides was dancin' and leapin' with joy. I remember feelin' his tongue sweepin' real hard and hungrily all up and down between my swollen pussy lips, lappin' up my juices as they poured out of my hole. And I remember his mouth suckin' in my hard, throbbin' little clit, and sort of munchin' on it, and his long dagger of a tongue stabbin' at my peehole, and then plungin' into my pussyhole as far as it would go, which wasn't too far 'cause the biggest thing that was ever in there was the old farmer's finger. But, course, Reggie's hot, quiverin' tongue was a thousand times more excitin' than any finger could be. It sort of made me feel like ... like I was at last gettin' screwed!
"Oh, I wanted to get screwed so bad then! My pussy was jus' achin' and cryin' to get screwed ... by a real man dick ... by Father Reggie's big, hard man dick. But he had other ideas. And, in a way, I was glad-'cause he made me come with his tongue pushin' in and out of my hot, juicy little pussyhole. It was such a big come that-golly, I'm kinda ashamed to admit it-I not only gushed out a flood of boilin' hot come juice ... but I pee'd. Honest. I pee'd rig hi smack in Reggie's face!
"Gosh oh gee, I'm sorry!" I stammered as I looked down and saw his long hair and beard all drippin' wet. But-you know what?-Reggie didn't mind. He ... he even liked it. "Oh, my sweet, tender love child, don't be sorry," he muttered with a real happy smile. "It was beautiful, jus' beautiful, bein' baptized in the holy waters of your succulent virgin cunt. C'mon, little angel sister from heaven, you may give me more of your golden blessing ... if you have any more left." Then he dove back into my open pussy-gash, his long animal tongue lappin' away faster than ever.
"Only now he wasn't stayin' right there in my pussy. Oh, no. Reggie wanted to taste everything down there in my crotch, not jus' my pussy meat. He wanted to taste my asshole, too! In less than a second, I remember, I actually felt his hot tongue, all hard and pointed and drippin', pushin' into my little, puckered asshole. Ugh! I thought at first, How nasty! But then ... then it started feelin' sort of good ... and ... and it got better 'n' better, the more he did it. Pretty soon he had his whole tongue buried way up deep in my ass, while at the same time he was reachin' around and jerkin' off my clit.
"Holy jumpin' jiminy! Talk about hot, way-out sensations-that was the most. In less than a minute, there I was, comin' again, wigglin' all over that damn table like mad, spoutin' juice like an oil gusher, feelin' jus' exactly like I was gettin' screwed and takin' a shit at the same time. Excuse me, I mean, goin' number two. Anyway, you could've heard my moanin' and groanin' as far away as the moon.
"Then-believe it or not-'bout a minute after, when Reggie had finished gobblin' up all my goop, I heard him announce to the others that he'd finished with the first course' and now it was their turn to eat on me. My initiation into the family had only jus' begun."
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Interrupting Karen's dialogue briefly, we should take note of that which is most apparent in her unfortunate situation: the tragedy of the child in a home that is not only broken up by parental division but chronic alcoholism and cruelty as well. It is an all too typical and prevalent tragedy of a very young girl in her most impressionable formative years, virtually orphaned in her own home and forced to seek elsewhere for the love and sense of belonging that is her birthright.
Reflecting the prevalence in modern times of this type of situation, it is reported that nearly a million female juveniles run away from home in the U.S. every year; approximately ten percent of them do not return. Indeed, many are not even heard from again by their parents until after they have become adults, and many just vanish completely. All too often, when one or the other parent learns the whereabouts of their young daughter, they learn it from prisons, hospitals for narcotic addicts-and morgues.
The so-called "families" or "communes" of young people that are multiplying by leaps and bounds in our society are a direct outgrowth of the burgeoning irresponsibility of parents, according to recent sociological surveys. Moreover, it is deemed a "defensive mechanism" of disenchanted youth that should not be harshly criticized. It is axiomatic that birds of a feather flock together, and, as a rule, the flocking together is a subconscious striving for sympathy and love and survival, though sometimes, as in the case of Reggie's "family," there is an immaturity that leads to various dangerous excesses.
The dangerous excesses in this instance, according to the analyst who studied Karen's case history for possible remedial therapies, were the use of hallucinatory drugs, especially LSD, to escape from reality. The oral sex orgies, significantly, were not adjudged a serious problem. The reasons were twofold: Firstly, the strictly oralistic nature of the group sex precluded the possibility of fixation or promiscuity that could lead to pregnancy; secondly, there seems to be a "naturalness" to oral sex that places it in the category of masturbation and minimizes the possibility of neurosis, such as might set in with an unnatural, aberrant type of group sex. Concerning the latter, Robert Street states in his book Modern Sex Techniques:
The practice of oral connection, in which the male and female genitals are stimulated directly by mouth, lip, or tongue rhythms, receives little attention and considerable neglect in printed discussions of human sexual habits ... To begin with, the practice is completely normal. When millions engage in it, and additional millions suppress the tendency, it can scarcely be regarded as otherwise ... If the practice of oral connection be analyzed with an open mind, it will be found that the prejudices regarding it have no basis in fact; that a distorted imagination is largely responsible for a negative attitude.
In support of the above opinion, John S. Yankowski stated in The Yankowski Report on Premarital Sex: Some 87 percent of all male respondents reported the experience passively of heterosexual fellation sometime between age 14 and 35 ... 22 percent of all females reported experience of heterosexual cunnilingus sometime between age 14 and 35 ... Interestingly enough, while 22 percent of all females have experienced an act of heterosexual cunnilingus at some time or another during their lives, 21.5 percent have experienced all cunnilingual activity with males on whom they have performed acts of fellatio.
In short, our subject, Karen, can hardly be considered abnormal, or even promiscuous, in her apparent enjoyment of the initiation ritual in the "home" of Reggie's "family." The only problem is the extent to which the prolonged and highly concentrated group oralism might have effected her future outlook on coital sex in marriage. For it is sometimes true, say many leading sexologists, that a person can become so taken with one kind of sexual pleasure that other kinds lose their appeal completely.
We continue now with Karen's narrative:
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"Yeah, I don't mind tellin' ya that my feelin's were a little hurt by Father Reggie's decision to let those other seven kids eat on me. 'Cause there I was on that table, legs spread real wide, with my wide open, drippin' pussy all pushed out and beggin' to be screwed by him, and he wasn't even wantin' to screw me, like I didn't have one little speck of sex appeal. Damn! I thought, ain't I ever gonna lose my cherry? And Father Reggie had such a pretty dick, too. Much bigger'n that old farmer I had sucked off. And cleaner lookin'.
"Then he noticed me admirin' his big stiff dick with its beautiful set of satiny balls hangin' underneath. "Don't worry, sweet little angel sister," he said with an appreciative smile as he took a big drag off another fella's cigarette, "I wasn't going to leave you go hungry. Now you jus' move your pretty baby face over to the side of the table, and while your new lovin' brothers and sisters are joinin' in the holy initiation banquet, your Father Reggie will start feedin' you."
"Yeah, man, if Karen is gonna be one of us, she's gotta learn how to give head," said the boy whose name was Lance.
"She doesn't know how lucky she is, gettin' to suck on Reggie's sweet cock and balls," put in the girl named Joanne as she took a couple of pills from a little bottle and passed it on to the boy standin' next to her.
"And if she's real lucky," added Betty as she eyed Reggie's big erection and sort of licked her chops, "she'll get to drink some of his delicious, heavenly come."
"By this time I'd moved my face over to the side of the table like I was told. Actually, in the state I was in, I think I would've reached to the stars to get a mouthful of that meat I'd been promised. And a second later, there it was, stickin' out within inches of my face, aimed straight at my wide-open, droolin' mouth. Quickly, lest he change his mind and take it away, I grabbed the base of it with one hand and snagged his swollen balls in the other, tuggin' all of those delicious-lookin' goodies still closer.
"Through my glazed vision I could see the big bead of juice at his peehole, and I couldn't wait to gather it up in my mouth. Like a starved anteater, I shot out my tongue and scooped it in. Mmmmmmmmm, the most delicious and excitin' stuff I'd ever tasted in my whole life, I thought. And I tugged harder, tryin' to get the beautiful, bulbous head of his dick in my mouth so I could suck out more.
"But, really, I didn't need to tug, 'cause I suddenly felt his hands on the back of my head givin' a strong pull, jammin' my mouth around his meat so hard that it was filled clear into my throat. "Alright, you sweet little cocksuckin' bitch," he growled softly, "eat it up, all of it! Fuck it with your hot, juicy mouth and throat. Suck, baby, suck ... like you've never sucked before ... 'cause that's the only way you're gonna get my come up outa my balls." Obediently, like a bitch in heat, I did as I was told, pumpin' and suckin' his big throbbin' dick so hungrily that I thought it would dissolve in my mouth. "Yeah, cunt ... that's right, cunt ... fuck it ... fuck it with your mouth, hot and fast! Ahhhhhh, that's good ... real gooooood."
"On and on he went with that filthy language, excitin' me more and more. Then, suddenly, he changed his instructions. "Okay, you hot-mouthed little bitch, now duck under and take my balls in your mouth. Yeah, yeah, that's right. Oooooooo!!"
"In the meanwhile, as I was startin' to gobble away at Father Reggie's plump, velvety nuts, I felt hands gatherin' up and squeezin' my tiny tits, and spreadin' my legs, and stretchin' open the outer lips of my pussy. Then, right away, I felt mouths closin' over my hot, quivering tit nipples, and then hungrily suckin' up my whole titties, tryin' desperately to draw up some milk. Other hands were feelin' all over my stomach and takin' a hold of my little ass-cheeks and playin' all up and down my legs. And other mouths, many other mouths, hundreds of other mouths, it seemed like, were startin' to brush hotly and wetly where the hands had been, workin' slowly, then faster, toward my open, throbbin' pussy that was now gushin' out my hot, oily cream.
"I felt Father Reggie's balls balloon up inside my mouth and tried chewin' on them, at the same time pumpin' his huge, swollen dick with one hand, feelin' the slippery oil from it oozin' into my hand, and hearin' him moan louder and louder. I was drivin' him crazy, bringing' him close to a great, earth shatterin' orgasm, and that thrilled me like everything, makin' me suck harder and harder. Now I was wild, wild, wild with animal lust.
"But it wasn't jus' Reggie's cock and balls that was drivin' me wild. No, it was those countless mouths and tongues suckin' madly on my toes, and all up behind my knees, and all up between my thighs, and all over my ass-cheeks, and all over my quiverin' belly and navel, and all around my hot, tiny, rock-hard titties. Yeah-wow!-and it was all those other countless mouths and tongues racin' towards my clit and pussyhole, splashin' around in my ocean of crotch juices, lappin' and drinkin' it up as fast as it poured out.
"Not only the guys, but the girls, too-they were all trying to eat me up completely, while I was trying to eat up Reggie's cock and balls completely.
"Then somebody-I don't know who-lit the fuse to ten million tons of dynamite. That somebody made their drippin', scorchin' hot tongue real stiff and pointed, then rammed it, Wham! right up my asshole. Crunch! I bit down hard on Reggie's balls. Yeeeooowwicw! Reggie let out a wild, piercin' scream. Then, Boooooommmmmm! the world exploded. At the same time I felt my insides come to pieces and splatter a great torrent of fire outa my pussyhole, I saw Reggie's huge, swollen dick start shootin' its white-hot fire. So frantically-really starved to drink him up-I swallowed all of that great, pulsin' fuck-muscle in my mouth and desperately began to gulp, gulp, gulp down his fiery come. I jus' couldn't get enough, 'cause I not only thought it was delicious, I thought it was my salvation. I thought it was the only glue on earth that could keep me from disintegrating.
"What were those seven other kids doin' all this time that Reggie and I were explodin'? You won't believe it. You won't believe it. Two of them-Tim and Harold-were buried headfirst in my crotch, hungrily slurpin' up my come as it sloshed out. But the others-Wow!-were all tangled up with each other on the floor, right at the feet of Tim and Harold. Helen and Constance were furiously sucking off these two guys' cocks and balls, while Lance, Joanne and Betty were busy as all-get-out suckin' them off on their pussies and tits. In fact, there wasn't anyone who wasn't eatin' on someone else and gettin' eaten at the same time. Except, maybe, Reggie. He'd already had his fill of eatin' on me and now was jus' content to let me get my fill of eatin' him.
"Sounds crazy, doesn't it-outa this world? Well, it was crazy and outa this world. And, listen, that's not the half of it; after that wild scene of initiatin' me into their family, those screwy sex maniacs had me doin' the same thing with them almost every day. The only difference was that I wasn't the 'sacrificial feast' up on that crummy table after that. If there wasn't some new kid to initiate into the family, Father Reggie's other peace and love children did the honors, sort of takin' turns. Reggie offered himself up once in a while, takin' his turn along with the others.
"All the time those 'love feasts' were goin' on hot and heavy, there was lots and lots of smokin'. Only the cigarettes we were smokin' weren't ordinary tobacco cigarettes, I soon found out. They were weed ... pot. You know-marijuana. That's how come I was so high up on cloud nine when I was smokin' them durin' my initiation. I wasn't given anything else to give me a high for several days, 'cause Father Reggie said I was doin' just fine on pot alone, and the other stuff wasn't so easy to get, and it was a lot more expensive.
"Then 'bout the fifth or sixth day after my initiation, he decided it was time for me to join them in a dreamy trip up to clouds ten, eleven and twelve.
"Harold had made a good score on this day and came back to the pad with a whole pocketful of little white capsules. At first I thought they were aspirin but when I heard all the cries of joy and congratulations, I knew they had to be something else-something very special. "Man, are we ever gonna go flyin' tonight!" one of the guys said. "I'm hip, daddy ... I'm hip," giggled one of the girls. "Dig that far-out acid."
"Acid?" I asked, all mixed up in my mind. "Why would anybody want to swallow acid? Won't that burn your insides out?"
"Naw, baby, not this kind of acid," Reggie answered with a sort of fatherly smile. "This kind extinguishes all the fires that we have in us, and soothes all the burns." Then he took the capsules from Harold and started passin' them around, two to a person. When he got to me, he hesitated for a second, then said, "Aw hell, youngster, you may as well go along for the ride, too. It ain't fair leavin' you out, now that you're one of us." With that, he dropped two capsules in my hand, the same as the others, and told me to take it with a water chaser. Then he helped himself to three and, gently takin' hold of one cheek of my little ass, led me over to a corner of the room where the others were floppin' on the pillows, waitin' for the big trip to begin.
"Father Reggie gave me his own pillow to sit on, 'cause I guess I was sort of his favorite 'sister.' That's what we all were, sisters and brothers-though I never could figure out how Reggie could be our father' and 'brother' at the same time. Oh, well, it doesn't matter. His pillow was real big and puffy-almost big enough for me to lay flat on-and he took one of the spare little ones, pullin' it over next to me. "Jus' relax, baby," he said after we were air settled down comfortable, "it won't take long for that dream stuff to start workin'."
"And it didn't take long, either. Oh, my gosh! in a little while I started feelin' light as a feather, and everything started lookin' real bright and colorful and extra pretty. "Oh, wow, man!" I heard one of the other guys say, "This is too much ... toooooo much." I could tell, the others were beginnin' to feel the same as me. "Groovy, baby ... groooo-veeee," the girl named Betty squealed from where she was sittin' on my left side. I could see that she was sort of half playin' with her own breasts under her sweater-she had great big ones, ten times bigger'n mine-and showin' everyone that she didn't have any panties on.
"I'm hip ... I'm hip," Reggie said with a happy little laugh, "so c'mon, all you beautiful people, it's time to start peelin'." Then turnin' to me as he slipped out of his shirt: "You, too, angel child-peel outa your clothes so you can look your prettiest when we all get to psychedelic heaven."
"Well, that was a new one on me-psychedelic heaven-but it sounded good, 'specially comin' from Reggie. So I started peelin', the same as all the others. At the same time, I looked around at all of the others, and I couldn't believe it, how colorful and beautiful and sexy they appeared. The guys had stripped completely by now, and for some reason their muscles-even the muscles of the skinny ones-looked big and strong, like Hercules, and their whole bodies were bathed in changin' colors of bright yellow and red and blue, makin' them look sorta like human rainbows.
"The girls, too, looked more gorgeous than I'd ever seen girls look before, with jus' as much, if not more, color than the fellas. 'Specially their hair. Their hair looked jus' like flames of dancin' fire. Honest, even the hair on their pussies seemed to be on fire-and, in a way, I guess it was. Two of them-Betty and Constance-were squeezin' and rubbin' their pussies, I noticed, while the other two were busy admirin' their own big, oversize breasts, bunch in' them up and floppin' them up and down, sort of invitin' the fellas to suck on them. Somehow their boobs had grown much bigger than I'd seen them before, with nipples that stuck way far out like ... like shiny red lights.
"Golly, those capsules were really gettin' to me, 'cause when I finally slipped off my panties and was completely naked, I looked down over my little girl body and saw that I was all shimmerin' in color, too, and lookin' real, real sexy, the same as the other girls. Never, never had I seen my titties and my nipples stand out so far! And my pussy-Wow! The little bit of blonde peach fuzz on it had turned into threads of bright, glistenin' gold, and when I spread my legs wide to get a better look, the whole thing jus' puffed way out like a big fat bun, then popped wide open. And Reggie was bendin' down, lookin' straight into it.
"Ah, now that is what I call a beautiful sight," he raved sort of drunkenly as he clasped his half-hard dick in one hand. "I swear, Karen baby, you've got the most delicious cunt in the whole fuckin' universe. Yeah, and I know you're jus' achin' to get my long hot tongue in it ... aren't you? Tell me the truth, now-you do love the way I eat your cunt, don't you?"
"Well, it was an honest question, so I gave him an honest answer. "Yes, daddy, I like it a lot when you eat me down there in my pussy. But, really, there's something else I'd like you to do ... if you know what I mean." I couldn't help it. The sight of my pussy, bulgin' out like that, and the sight of Reggie's big beautiful dick gettin' bigger and bigger as he pumped it in his hand, was really gettin' me hot.
"Yeah, baby, I know," he said very seriously, still eyein' my open pussy hungrily, "you want me to fuck you-you want me to cop your sweet little cherry. And I will, too. I'll jus' fuck the livin' shit outa you in a little while. But first I want to eat out your hot, juicy baby cunt real good, then I want you to suck my cock and balls real good. Okay?"
"Okay, daddy. Anything you say," I said.
"Wow! The thought of all those things we were gonna do together was gettin' me so hot I could hardly wait. I felt my tit nipples start tinglin' like everything, and I felt the inside of my pussy start throbbin', and gettin' all wet. Nothin' else mattered now except those beautiful, excitin' feelin's, so I began squeezin' and mil kin' my titties with one hand while fingerin' my pussy slit with the other. I wanted Reggie to see how extra hot I was gettin'.
"I guess he was seein' me the same way I was seein' him, and feelin' the same way, too. 'Cause the next second he had his face way up deep in my pussy gash and was lickin' for all he was worth. "Oooooooo, daaaaaa-deeeee." I moaned when his tongue swept over my hard, tingly little clit, "eat my pussy ... eat it all up good and lick up all my hot pussy juice. Oh, yes, yes, I love it ... I looooove it! Eat it, eat it ... oh fuck, shit, I can't get enough ... shove your tongue into my juicy hole ... yes, yes, that's right, daddy, fuck me with that long, hot cock-tongue of yours. Ooooooo, how I love that!"
"Then suddenly he pulled his drippin' face out of my boilin' pussy gash. And as he did so, I caught a glimpse of the others around us doin' pretty much the same thing. All of them were either buried headfirst in someone else's naked crotch, gobblin' and slurpin' away at their pussy or dick, or gettin' their own eaten up. What an excitin' sight! And what an excitin' smell! The air was really gettin' thick with the smell of stiff dicks and hot, open cunts. Arid now they were even more ablaze with color than before! And all the different colors seemed to dance from one naked body to the next, so that it was hard to tell who was who, or whether they were a he or a she. This jus' has to be the 'psychedelic heaven' Reggie mentioned earlier, I thought.
"So now Father Reggie had an announcement to make, which was why he'd stopped feastin' on me. He had an idea and he didn't want to wait any longer to blurt it out-lest maybe he would forget. "Alright, alright, my beautiful flower children," he said in a kind of daze, "it's time for our smorgasbord. You know an acid high ain't an acid high without our smorgasbord. Karen here will be the first to serve up the goodies, then you other brothers and sisters will take your turn afterward."
"Smorgasbord! What is that?" I asked as I shoved a finger in my pussy and diddled my clit. Golly, my pussy was so on fire from Reggie's lickin' that I had to do something to keep the pot boilin'.
"Well, it's jus' the most, angel baby ... jus' the most," Reggie answered. "First you let everyone here eat your hot little virgin cunt, then you eat all of the big juicy pricks and cunts here, then everyone else takes turns doin' the same thing. D'ya dig? It's really a gas, babe, and you're lucky to be first 'cause you'll get most of the sweet, heavenly nectar. Now what d'ya say to that?"
"I looked around at all those beautiful, naked rainbow kids with their sex stickin' out all big and excitin', at the same time feel in' the hot, juicy tinglin' in my pussy. "Whatever you say, Father Reggie," I sort of mumbled. "I'll do whatever you say."
"And what came after that was so wild, so fantastic, it's hard to believe. Yet I remember almost every detail, so I know it really did happen. As all eight of those fellas and girls lined up in front of me, I flopped back on my pillow and spread my legs as wide as I could, tryin' to make my pussy as appetizing and as easy to reach as possible. Then, one by one, they dove their faces deep into my boilin' hot, juice-filled pussy-gash, lickin' and eat in' all up and down like it was the first meal they'd had in a coon's Age. Right away the hot cream started pourin' out of my hole, and they not only lapped it up as fast as it gushed out, they shoved their tongues in as far as they could to make sure they got every drop.
"Some of them-I'm not sure if it was jus' the fellas-even stuck their long pointed tongues up my asshole. Wow! that really felt funny-but kinda good, too. And you shoulda heard the snortin' and grunt in' as they rooted all up inside my crotch-jus' like starved hogs in a slop bucket. 'Specially when I had my orgasms. I musta had about jive of them-real big ones that twisted my guts all out of shape each time-and then they'd suck away at my hole twice as hard, like it was dessert or something. "Ambrosia," Lance called it.
"When they all finished with eatin' my pussy and tits-oh, yes, sometimes I had a couple of mouths suckin' on my titties at the same time-I hardly had strength left for the rest of it. But I managed. Mainly, I guess, 'cause those capsules were workin' like crazy in me, drivin' me on and on and sorta givin' me extra strength. But also 'cause I wanted to please Father Reggie-I sure didn't want to give him any excuse for kickin' me out of the family. After all, I thought, this is the only home I have in the world.
"And, really, it wasn't so bad, once I got started suckin' on all those cocks and balls and cunts. The first set of cock and balls belonged to Harold and I made him come real quick-a great big gush of come-and after I swallowed it down it sorta acted like a tonic, so that I was able to do a better job on the others. In fact, I don't mean to brag or anything like that, but I made all the guys come. It was easy. I jus' sucked on their velvety balls a little first, while strokin' the heads of their big stiff dicks with one hand, then at jus' the right time I'd switch my mouth to their dicks and give them some fast and tight sucks there. Bam! they'd pop their nuts in less than five seconds.
"Ooooooo-eeeee!" they'd scream as their hot nut cream spurted out of their pissers into my throat. "Suck it girl ... drink it down ... drain me dry! Oh, yeah ... yeah ... YEEEAAAHHH!!!"
"Then I came to the girls and I don't mind admittin' that I was a bit squeamish about gobblin' their goop. Even on that great dreamy acid high I was squeamish. But only at first. Once I got started on Constance, who wasn't bad tastin' at all, the rest came easy. I simply did to them what they'd done to me. And damned if I didn't make each one of them come. Only there wasn't much to their come-compared to the fellas' come, I mean. No, really, it wasn't bad goin' down on those members of my own sex, but I'd never make a good lesbian. So far as I'm concerned, there's nothing like a nice big set of cock and balls.
"Golly, did suckin' all those cocks and balls ever get me back in heat! By the time I got 'round to the last guy-Reggie himself-my pussy was throbbin' like everything and jus' pourin' out juice. There was even a little stream of pussy juice runnin' down my leg, I remember. And to make it worse, I kept thinkin' of what Reggie had promised me: 'bout fuckin' the livin' shit outa me. That's why I sorta hurried when I ate the girls' pussies-so Reggie could take my cherry and make a righteous woman outa me.
"As soon as I got my face, all drippin' with come cream, out of Joanne's boilin' hot gash, I found Reggie sprawled on the big pillow. He was starin' glassy-eyed off into space and grinnin' sorta like a ... a lunatic. And his dick, I noticed, was all shriveled up-no bigger'n a peanut. It was really pitiful, the way he looked, and I tried to pull him out of it by sprawlin' on top of him, pushin' my hot, juicy pussy tight against his shrunken little dick.
"Please, Father Reggie ... I want you to screw me," I mumbled softly in his ear. "You promised, remember? I'll give you a nice big hard on like you had before, then you can put it in my tight little-girl pussy and screw me all you want to. Please, Father Reggie ... please, I want you to do that! My pussy is so hot for you right now."
"But it was no use. He jus' grunted and moaned a little, tryin' to answer me back, and plopped some pills in his mouth. I don't know what kind of pills they were, but he took a lot of them, gulpin' them down fast like he really needed them. Then, while the others kept right on takin' turns eatin' away at each other's dicks and cunts, he slowly lost his silly grin and closed his eyes. Then I got off of him, thinkin' he was jus' goin' to sleep. He looked exactly like he was fallin' asleep.
"Honest, it's the gospel truth, I didn't know Reggie was dead until the next morning when the others tried to wake him and couldn't."
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Overdose of barbiturates while under the influence of hallucinatory drugs brought a tragic end to the leader of this particular "family," as indeed similar combinations of drug and narcotic overdose result in the demise of many other would-be escapists from reality year after year. Fortunately, however, his loss was our subject Karen's gain; for the shocking experience turned out to be the catalyst that impelled her to cooperate wholeheartedly with the social worker assigned to her case.
Thanks to Karen's resolve to find a better way of growing up, her case worker was able to obtain the necessary information to locate her father, who was most happy to take her back under his paternal wing. Moreover, his new common-law wife took to Karen immediately and was more than willing to give her all of the love and understanding that had been so sorely lacking from her real mother.
Chapter Five Filet Mignon For Three
"Actually, it all started with a dream, this sudden self-realization, as you call it. It was a real hot summer day and I'd fallen asleep on the bare bedsheet after some tiring housework and a shower, not bothering to put on a robe or anything. Maybe that was it, me being completely naked-or maybe it was because I'd diddled my pussy a little in the shower. Anyway, it seems that I'd no sooner fallen asleep when the most way-out things started happening, things that, as it turned out, were to alter my whole life.
"My husband Wendell was with me-in my dream, that is-and we were out in the middle of the living-room floor indulging in some good old-fashioned sex. Why on the floor? Well, we just liked it there, that's all-lots of room to move around, and most of the time that's where big-dick Wendell caught me after a wild chase through the house. He'd manage to grab me, one hand on my right tit and the other on my left ass-cheek, and fling me down right there on the soft, furry polar bear rug. Then with me giggling like a horny little schoolgirl who's eager to get fucked but enjoying a good tease, I would flop and squirm around, flashing my pussy at him to let him know what a hot time was in store for him-if he worked hard enough for it.
"He'd caught me, and there I was on that sexy bear rug, making like I was trying to scoot away from him on my back, now and then spreading my legs and showing my glistening, pink inner cunt. His giant cock, already hard but getting harder, and throbbing with anticipation, was poised for the thrust, exciting me so much at the mere sight of it that I stopped my pretending and hunched up my big ass, legs wide, and begged: "Alright, darling ... here it is ... take it! Take my cunt ... your cunt ... all of it! Put that beautiful big fuck-rod in me ... ALL the way in ... now ... NOW!" And, needless to say, he did.
"My hole was ready-and how it was ready!-but I made it even more ready by reaching down and stretching my cunt-lips apart-wide apart. Then, when I felt the glorious, bulbous head of Wendell's dick sinking into my fuck cavern, I brought those lips back hard, sort of wrapping them around the remainder of his horselike shaft, smearing it with my lubricating juices. Sure, my cunt is plenty deep and roomy when it's hot, but my husband's dick is really horselike, as big around on the shaft as the head. It usually needs lubricating to go in nice and easy-which is how I like it because, honest, I'm no masochist; for me to have good sex, I need to be comfortable, and Wendell is the same way.
"Anyway, he got to fucking me real good, and I gave it to him real good, humping my ass up with each stroke, bunching my tits up into a high point so he could alternate between sucking my tongue and my nipples, at the same time gasping fuck-talk into his ears like, "Come on you hot stud, ram it in! All the way in! Faster! FASTER! Fill my cunt with your cock and balls! Shoot your jizz in me! Drown me in your hot come! I want it ... WANT IT!'
"Wendell loved my fuck-talk because it made him hotter. And he slung it right back at me, calling me a fuckin' cunt' and 'whore' and threatened to blast me to pieces with his giant 'cock-cannon.' But it was only that, a threat, because he didn't get a chance to fire his cannon. Believe it or not, I wouldn't let him. I suddenly wanted my cunt eaten out real good before he lost his vim and vigor in a big, draining come; and to get what I wanted I rolled out from under him, pleading, "Please, baby, can't we have a little filet mignon before this is over?"
"Now filet mignon is what we called cock and pussy, and Wendell loved eating it as much as I, if not more. He was what you call a real, bona fide, through and through muff-diver. In fact, that was what won me over to him in the first place. On our first date he'd managed to work his educated tongue down from my neck and mouth to my pussy, sending me skyrocketing to the heights of euphoria, higher than I'd ever been before with a pussy eater. "Ooooooiiiii, that tongue!" I remember exclaiming to myself. "I've got to have that in my cunt more often."
"And Wendell didn't exactly hate it that first night; for he blurted right out when he'd finished going down on me, "I swear, girl ... you've got to have the most delicious cunt in the whole wide world!"
"So you see, it was inevitable that we would get married-as soon as possible.
"Hearing me suggest a good, all-out eating session before getting our mutual rocks off was music to my husband's ears. "Hell yes, sweetheart, I'll be happy to suck out your cunt juices before this is over," he replied, squeezing a little foreplay cream out of his glistening stiff rod and feeding it to me, "but first I'll suck your toes, behind your knees, and around your big, beautiful ass-sort of build you up for the grand finale. How would you like that?"
"What a question. Does a starving person like food? Does a dope addict like dope? "For crissake, Wen, don't tease me ... just get with it!" I begged him, at the same time laying back and lifting my feet up to his face. Which was all that hungry sucker needed. The next instant he had my left little toe in his mouth, sucking like crazy. Then the next toe, and the next, until he'd made his way over to my other foot.
"Ooooo-eeee-iiii ... what a feeling! What a beautiful, tingly, sexy sensation! I felt it running like electric currents all the way up into my cunt-even into my asshole. Down in my crotch I could feel the juices just pouring out of me. But I wasn't building to an orgasm; it wasn't that kind of a feeling. I was sort of bathing in effervescent champagne bubbles, getting drunk, glowingly drunk, but not soused. It was the kind of feeling you just want to go on forever and ever, because you know it won't become excruciating like an explosive come, robbing you of vitality. At least my toes are that sex-sensitive.
"Anyway, I was not to get my wish-about getting my toes sucked forever, I mean. Why not? Because it was about the time Wen had reached toe number eight that something very strange and surprising happened. Jumpin' Jehoshaphat! There was something, or somebody-I wasn't sure which-eating at my pussy, licking slow at first, then licking and sucking furiously, like it, or he, would die if all of my cunt juices weren't immediately lapped up and swallowed-every last drop.
"I was sort of shocked, knowing that it was too pronounced of a feeling to be in my imagination; yet I was thoroughly enjoying it, actually getting freaked out over it. Could it be a starved cat that had found its way into our house from the back alley? Or a dog, too little for Wen to notice? Or-and this made more sense-had that sex-genius husband of mine found some way of simulating a head job on my cunt while actually giving it to my toes? No, it wasn't any of these, I found out when I raised my head to look. It was something far more appropriate-and welcome.
"Good God Gertie, what a gash," the guy said, withdrawing from my crotch and peering over my belly at me, at the same time swabbing pussy juice from around his mouth with the longest tongue I'd ever seen.
"Gash your ass!" I shot back, piqued as hell at this stranger's impertinence, at the same time clamping my legs shut. "Just who in the hell are you, and how did you get in this house, and what d'ya think you're doing down there with your tongue in my twat?" I swear, if he hadn't done such a good job with that tongue of his, I would have booted him one, smack on his jib. And Wendell, my dear, sweet, darling Wendell, what was he doing all this time? Nothing. Just sitting there with an amused smirk on his handsome puss. Then finally he spoke up.
"Baby, when you simmer down a little I want you to meet Gerald, a friend of mine from work. I invited him over and told him he could have a little taste of your pussy, knowing how much you'd appreciate that extra long tongue of his."
"Well, how do you like them apples? This dude was no intruder but an honored guest of the house-in more ways than one. Sonovabitch! And just when I was beginning, or thought I was beginning, to really know my husband.
"Please to meet you, Gerald," I said, thinking again of his tongue and feeling my clitoris give a little jump. "My name's Monica, in case Wen hasn't already told you, and I do have to admit that you have a very long and talented instrument there in your mouth."
"Then you're not really sore at me for the way I barged in and helped myself?" he responded. Actually the guy had a nice, gentlemanly air about him. And on top of that, he was rather handsome with a youthful face and trim, athletic build. And his pants bulged nicely at the fly, providing evidence of a king-sized cock. I liked him.
"No, of course I'm not mad," I said. "A friend of Wen's is always a friend of mine."
"There, I told you my wife was a real livin' doll, didn't I, Ger?" Wen cut in. "Now what're we waiting for? Sweetheart, you lay back down and spread your beautiful legs, then Ger and I will take up where we left off with our eating. Okay?"
"Okay by me," Gerald said, licking his chops again and wearing an eager smile as he eyed my pussy.
"Alright, I guess that makes it unanimous," I chimed in, at the same time laying back down on the polar bear rug, spreading my legs and lifting my right foot to Wen. "Come and get it, boys. Dinner is served."
"Then I woke up, about half way, enough to lose my dream.
"Wen was shaking my shoulders, and he kept right on shaking until I was completely awake. Damn! how I hated to lose that dream, the best I'd ever had. Oh sure, it was great when my husband ate me all over-but two mouths and two tongues sucking and fucking me at the same time ... WOW! And I remember that in my dream I was looking forward to eating both of them, too-getting into a sort of three-way daisy chain with them. You know, several people going at it at once. I'd heard about that from some of my girl friends, and read about it, but never had done it myself. In fact, I never thought I'd ever want to-until that wild dream.
"Of course, Wendell wanted to know what in the hell I'd been dreaming about to make me moan and squirm so much that it woke him up. And I told him, every little detail, even the part about Gerald and what he'd done to my cunthole with his long, snaky tongue.
"Then my darling, understanding husband had something of his own to say. "Damn it, sweetheart," he said, "dream or no dream, I know I felt your mouth around the head of my cock before I woke up. And all that wet in your cunt right now sure isn't perspiration-it's too thick and creamy. You must've gone down on him, too, in your dream. And you must've had a big, shootin' orgasm from him going down on you. So it wasn't exactly a nightmare, was it? You must've enjoyed the orgy."
"I hesitated for a moment, thinking about what he said, a little afraid to admit that some other guy could turn me on with a long tongue. Then I said, "Yeah, baby, I guess I did enjoy it. I guess I did have an orgasm. I'm sorry."
"But, of course, I wasn't really sorry, and, as it turned out, neither was my darling, understanding husband. He was wonderful, just wonderful about it, and he made me love him more than ever. Do you know what he said to me then? He said, "No reason to be sorry, sweetie ... because I sort of dig a three-way party too. In fact, I think your dream had a lot of ESP in it, because it just so happens that there is a friend of mine named Gerald and he is quite a cocksman. I mentioned him to you several months ago, but I guess you'd forgotten-until your dream tonight."
"Seemed to me then that Wen had mentioned some friend of his a while back by that name. Hopefully, a little hesitantly, I said: "Really, baby ... do you really dig three-way parties?"
"In reply he gave me a big hug and some nibbles around my neck and ears, then murmured, "Yeah, sweetheart, I do. I'd really like to see how excited you would get with two guys' tongues completely at your disposal, one of them licking your tits and belly and toes while the other fucks your cunt hole."
And I could tell that Wen was sincere, not just testing my response to see how faithful I was to him, because he was breathing hard and trembling a little-getting real turned on with the idea. And it got me hot, too, thinking about that little vicarious trip he was on, realizing that it was up to me now to say the word and it would happen for real.
"Okay, baby," I said, feeling the juices welling up in my pussy, already anticipating, "I'm willing if you are. You can invite Gerald over some evening soon and we'll give it a try."
"Beautiful! Beautiful! I'll invite him later today," he said, then fell to sucking my tits and finger-fucking my pussy with great gusto, as though saying thanks.
"But I felt that I should be the one expressing the thanks, because, from the picture he'd painted, I would be the one who'd get most of the thrill. So I pushed Wen off me, gently but firmly rolling him over on his back, and commenced to give him the best head job ever. By now his giant cock was full grown, hard as a brick and throbbing like crazy. A bead of honey had already formed on the tip of his great cock-head, testifying to the boiling heat in his balls, and I drank it off immediately, savoring its sweetness. Then I shifted into second gear and really went to Suck Town.
"His cock-head stretched my lips as it slipped into my mouth, but I loved it and started fondling his balls, trying to generate even more heat, if that was possible. Then, in one big, downward thrust of my gaping mouth, I took that horse-shaft clear down to my tonsils, wrapping my tongue around it while sucking furiously and pumping it in the steady, rhythmic fucking motion that excited him the most. The swelling and throbbing increased until I thought I would choke, but I kept up the tempo, eager to feel that explosion of come in my throat. And to speed up the volcanic eruption, I slipped a finger up his asshole and pumped there, too.
"That did it! A split second later the eruption came, putting Vesuvius to shame-if you don't mind me getting a little poetic. And there must've been a gallon-well, not really-of that hot lava surging in a torrent down my throat as I sucked on and on, determined to drain his balls dry. I owed him that much. After all, he was going to bring me another cock later this same day, and another set of balls-and another long tongue for my pussy.
"Finally, Wen couldn't take any more. "Stop, you fuckin' bitch!" he cried out as he suddenly pulled himself out from under my dripping mouth, a pained, appreciative smile on his face. "You're sucking all of my insides out!" Which was about the best compliment he could've paid me. I usually said the same thing to him when he was sucking my cunt and I was on the tail end of a big orgasm-a big, wonderful, EXPLOSIVE orgasm that literally takes everything out of you. "Really, sweets, you've got to leave something in me for later today," he added.
"Of course, I knew what he meant. My pussy knew what he meant, too, for it gave a little twitch and dripped a little more pussy juice. "Okay, doll," I said, kissing him on the mouth, giving him a healthy taste of his own come, "I wont drain you completely dry. I'll leave you some of your strength-in case Gerald shows up."
"Oh, he'll show, alright,." Wen said. "He wouldn't miss an opportunity like this for anything ... and, truthfully, neither would I." What a husband! I wouldn't trade him for a thousand Clark Gables.
"Yep, sure enough, Gerald showed up at the house that same evening in all his glory. And I do mean glory. The guy was no young buck, like in my dream, but middle-age-forty-two, I found out later. And he was extremely handsome, in a rugged sort of way, with a mod, long hair-do framing his features, slightly greying at the sideburns. And, best of all, his build was trim, athletic-exactly like in my dream-and bulging nicely at the fly-again, exactly like in my dream. Wow, I thought, what a specimen! Now if he will only produce in the sex department like in my dream.
"He did. Just as Wen had said, this dude was truly a first-class, grade-A cocksman, with a tool even slightly longer than Wen's, although not any fatter around. A couple of rounds of sherry wine and a little chit-chat about this new age of free expression in matters relating to sex, then we were all three slipping off our clothes. Or rather, I should say that I led the stripping-with help from Wen. "Would you like to see what pretty titties my wife has, Ger?" my husband said to our guest, who promptly nodded in the affirmative. Then the next thing I knew, Wen was taking off my blouse and bra, offering my tits for Gerald to see-and to suck.
"That started things going real good, I tell you. While Gerald was sucking my hot, eager, erected nipples, and I was clasping the back of his head to hold him there, Wen was rapidly disrobing. And seeing Wen disrobe, Gerald commenced to do likewise while continuing to suck my tit. You see, with my hands holding his head, his hands were free to unbutton his clothes and toss them on the divan. And once Wen was completely shed of his clothes, he was free to come over with his huge cock sticking straight out and finish undressing me, even while Gerald continued holding one of my breasts in his mouth. Gad, what a scene! I'll never forget it.
"But the best was yet to come. My dear, darling husband was so hot by now, what with seeing his friend loving me up, that he couldn't restrain himself; he started jacking off with one hand, then ducked down between my legs and started eating away at my cunt, or trying to, until I accommodated him by spreading my legs. Then he really got his face in deep and, as he licked and probed with his tongue, I thought sure as hell he'd drown. My juices were flowing that strong. "Ooooooo-wow-eeeeee!" I moaned, "Suck, you guys. Suck, suck, suck. Eat up my tits ... my cunt ... MY EVERYTHING!"
"That was their cue. I didn't need to say anything more. In the next instant, Wen pulled my legs out from under me and Ger eased my upper body down onto the polar bear rug, at the same time withdrawing his mouth from my tit. It was then that I saw his beautiful, long dick standing out hard and throbbing in all its glory. On animal impulse, without reasoning why, I reached for it and pulled it into my mouth. Wen was still eating away at my cunt, sucking my clit and drinking my juices, so I couldn't reason. I had to have that cock in my mouth, those giant balls in my hands, that jizz in my throat. I was consumed by this, my first three-way orgy.
"But I was not to get my wish-not just then. "Here, Ger ... here is where the good eating is," my husband gasped as he moved away from between my legs, pointing at my cunt. "You can put your tongue in here, if you want to, and I'll feast on the rest of this nice big hunk of filet mignon. Okay?"
"You fucking well right it's okay," was Gerald's prompt and enthusiastic reply. "Jeez, buddy, where'd you find a doll like this? She's beautiful, positively beautiful! And look at that box, would ya. I swear, I've never seen anything so pretty ... so delicious looking. Yeah, man ... let me at it."
"Then I saw it, his tongue licking his chops as he eyed my pussy. It was long, and I do mean long, like a dog's-like in my dream. Sonovabitch! I thought, my grand and glorious dream is actually coming true, in almost every detail. In fact, this was even better than my dream-far better-because I didn't have to worry about waking up, or what Wen would think of my sucking another man's cock and balls, and another man eating out my cunt. Good old Wen. How I loved him for setting this up, for making my dream come true.
"The conversation was ended, at least for a long spell. Quicker than a flash, that long, long tongue of Ger's was driving into my cunt-hole, fucking me like mad. And guess what my husband started doing? Yeah, that's right, he had my toes in his mouth, one after the other, sucking and nibbling for all he was worth. From there he went to my ankles, my calves, behind my knees, up my thighs, across my belly, into my deep navel, up to my tits and nipples, into my arm-pits, over my shoulders, around my neck, into my ears and mouth. And then-oooooeeeeeiiiii-my whole body exploded in one great big atomic blast-so big I thought I'd blow the roof off the house.
"I felt like my come was spouting from every opening in my body, but I knew it was shooting in a great, wild torrent from my cunt. I knew it because I could feel the rush of juice down there, like the rush of a thousand volts of electricity, and I could feel Gerald lapping it up hungrily, drinking every drop as though he hadn't eaten in a month.
"Shoot, sweetie, shoot!" Wendell urged excitedly in my ear, watching his friend gobbling furiously away in my crotch, at the same time jacking himself off with a sort of desperate urgency. It was really pitiful, the sight of him fucking his hand like that. So mustering a little reason out of my euphoria, I decided to come to his rescue. I owed it to him.
"Here, doll baby, give me that dick of yours. Let me give it the deluxe treatment," I said to him. And he was perfectly willing. In the next instant I had Wen's red-hot, pulsating cock in my mouth, sucking it like only I can. And a couple of seconds later, his swollen balls gave up their load, filling my throat with surge after surge of his sweet, milky come, paralyzing him with excruciating ecstasy.
"Gerald had come too. I hadn't noticed but while he was drinking away in my cunt, he was busily engaged with jacking off his giant tool. He came soon after I did, shooting a stream of jizz onto our nice bear rug. But Wen and I didn't mind. Hell, in a situation like that you can't think of picking a target for your come-you just come when it's right to come, whether it's in a cunt, or a mouth, or on the fuckin' floor. It's only human. Right?
"Anyway, that little three-way episode ended with everyone, especially me, in good spirits and looking forward to more of the same. And there's no doubt but that my marriage was helped by it-at least no doubt in my mind. I had feared something like this for a long time, not knowing how my husband would take it or whether it would wreck our marriage, so I never mentioned my secret desire to him. Then along came that dream and the air was cleared. Then, after talking it over and agreeing to the three-way party, we came to realize how really compatible we were.
"What if I hadn't had that dream? What if we hadn't had that party? I don't know. Probably our marriage would've turned sour-because I, for one, was on the brink of accepting an invitation to a neighborhood group party, offered to me by a gal down the street who was recently divorced. The reason for her divorce, she told me, was that she just couldn't get enough sex from her husband alone; she loved the guy but he was just plain inadequate.
"In other words, that friend of mine down the street was a confessed nympho-like me. But luckily, as you can see, I don't have the problem with my husband that she had. Hell no, I got a real swingin' husband, and from here on in the world is our cherry. Okay? So call me a nasty bitch if you want to, see, because I just don't care. I got two handsome lovers now and that's all that matters to me."
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The preceding dialogue was supplied in a first-person interview with Mrs. Monica D--, followed by another interview with her husband Wendell on the subject of their three-way sexual proclivities. At this time, however, it will be helpful to consider the comments of authorities regarding such behavior in the marital relationship.
The primary question from a psychiatric and sociological viewpoint is whether there is any real mental or glandular disorder and whether the situation poses a threat to the marriage of the principals. In this regard, it is apparent that both Monica and Wendell initially believed that extramarital sex was forbidden, not because it was morally wrong or simply undesirable, but because it might indeed pose a threat to their marriage. It is also apparent, however, that Monica was wavering in her resolve, probably under pressure from her subconscious, which "surfaced" in her dream.
Whether Monica's husband was wavering in his faithfulness is doubtful-from her account, he appeared to be more content with the status quo than she-but he certainly had similar impulses and longings, for he seems to have welcomed the news of his wife's dream and eagerly used it as the basis for a new-found compatibility. And his interpretation of the dream's meaning seems to have a certain validity in that their first "experiment" in a cooperative extra-marital sex adventure was not only mutually enjoyable but tended to further solidify and magnify his wife's love for him.
In his very informative anthology Guide to Sexology, Denny Larke, Ph.D., remarks:
There must be hundreds of thousands of people in this country alone who believe that, because of certain sexual desires or practices on their part, they are mentally ill or morally degenerate. The overriding tragedy here is that these guilt-stricken men and women are, for the most part, perfectly normal. They are merely the victims of certain superstitions regarding sexual mores, or else they are unaware that practically everybody else is doing the same thing ... Foremost among these acts that are likely to give rise to deep guilt feelings in many individuals are oral-genital types of love play.
Of course, in the area of oral-genital love play, Monica and Wendell weren't exactly fettered by superstition or feelings of guilt, because they indulged freely prior to her timely dream and their mutual consent to involvement in troilism, or three-way sex. Nor did they display, in Monica's interview account, any strong, overt inhibitions when it came right down to the actual involvement with a third sex partner. Thus, it is obvious that our two principals were extremely individualistic, subscribers to the new freedom of expression which proposes that any sexual practice engaged in privately by consenting adults is morally and legally permissible.
In his The Erotic Minorities, Lars Ullerstam, M.D., of Sweden touches upon the practice of troilism as follows:
It is a very popular type of social sex to engage a third person in sexual intimacy, and it is a none too uncommon method of adding to the erotic temperature of many marriages ... The third person is either assigned a purely spectatorial role, or he or she is given various oral and genital tasks to perform. The number of technical variations possible in troilism exceeds by far the number of coital positions given in the Indian manuals of eroticism.
From the above, we may assume that Monica's and Wendell's initial experiment in troilism was an additional bulwark in the defense of their marriage and mutual affection, especially in view of the greater variety of positions mentioned by Dr. Ullerstam, which would tend to further appease their insatiable appetites for oral-genital sex.
Perhaps the most illuminating facet of our two subjects' case history is the contrast between Monica's sex life before and after being permitted her indulgence in the three-way sex unconsciously desired by her. One can only conjecture what the state of her emotional health might have been had this means of release not presented itself; she may have adjusted happily to a monogamous marital situation, or again, she may have veered unhappily off in the direction of clandestine sexual experiences with other groups, such as the group to which the neighborhood divorcee invited her.
But was she really rejuvenated and happy-lastingly? Was she merely thrilled at the novelty of suddenly having two lovers, and with her husband's consent? Or was the variety of troilism weighed with too many responsibilities over the long haul, responsibilities that would bend or even break down her emotional underpinnings? We shall see in the final segment of her interview dialogue.
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"The next time Wen had Gerald over to the house was the following Saturday evening, if my memory serves me correctly. It would have been sooner-the very next day, as a matter of fact-but Ger had to leave town for a few days on a business trip. Which turned out for the best. This way we were all nice and rested for the next little go-round-or I should say BIG go-round, because we really pulled out the stoppers and carried on to the wee hours of the morning.
"There were the same amenities as before to get the show on the road: small talk about Ger's business trip, a few small glasses of sherry and comments on my voluptuous body, followed by Wen stripping off my clothes for the benefit of his friend's hungry eyes. Wendell seemed to get a helluva charge out of seeing that look on his face, sort of drooling in anticipation of getting at my naked body with his big tongue and big dick. He sort of drooled, too, in anticipation of watching me get ravished, and I could see from the bulge at his fly that he was already getting a hard-on. In fact, the pants of both of those guys were bulging way out, and that made me all the hornier, eager to have those two big sets of cock and balls in my mouth.
"Yeah, man, we all three were getting hot with anticipation-and we didn't have to wait for long before we got what we were waiting for. It seemed that I was no sooner stripped down bare-ass naked when they were too. Then, in the next instant, they had me on my hands and knees, legs spread, with Wen's giant cock beneath my face and Ger's snaky long tongue aimed at the valley of my ass from behind.
"Beautiful ... positively beautiful! Puckered little asshole; sweet juicy cunthole; pretty little pisshole; nice, erected clit-cock; delicate pink cunt-lips ... all served up like a seven-course gourmet dinner. Positively the most beautiful sight I've ever seen," came the voice from my rear, like he was a connoisseur or something. Then I felt hands spreading my pussy lips still farther apart, and again, "Beautiful ... beautiful!" I liked that, having my ass and box admired, but, damn it! I liked having his tongue up there better.
"In order to convey my feelings, I shoved my ass back. And Ger was quick to catch the hint, for instead of avoiding the collision, he met my thrust head on, sliding his tongue the entire length of my cunt, over each of the spots he had described as a 'seven-course dinner.' Mmmmmmmmmmm, it felt so wonderful, especially since I was now feeling the extra thrill of having my husband's dick in my mouth, his balls cupped in one of my hands. Slow and easy I fucked that huge, throbbing shaft with my mouth, milking its sweet foreplay juices while softly rolling those two sacked eggs in my fingers. I could have made Wen shoot his load real quick, I know-he was that hot and I'm that good of a cocksucker-but it was too soon for him to unload and I knew he didn't want to, not just yet.
"Go ahead on, buddy boy. Work out. You can have all of that delicious pussy you want, huh, sweetheart?" Wen gasped to his friend. Actually, he was getting as much of a thrill watching that eating around my tail as he was from my sucking his dick. In fact, more. After I had answered his statement with an affirmative grunt and nod of my head, d'ya know what this peek-freak husband of mine said? He said: "Knock it off for a while, sweetheart. I gotta move around where I can get a bird's eye view of that action down there in your ass. Something tells me I'm missing a helluva lot up here on this end." Then he scooted out from under me, pulling his rod from my mouth with a loud SHLOOP, and sat down a few feet away on the divan. Perched on the edge and leaning down low, he was positioned where he could focus up close on everything that Ger was doing-and Ger, bless his passionate hide, didn't seem to mind at all, because he kept right on with that magnificent tongue of his, never missing a stroke.
"Oooooooo shit, I could feel its electricity clear through my insides! My clit got it first-the all-out treatment, I mean. After nudging it furiously for awhile with his tongue, he gathered it up into his mouth like a cock and sucked. Oh how he did suck that thing! And while he was sucking, he nibbled on it with his teeth, sending great spasms of excruciating ecstasy through my whole cunt region, bringing me to the brink of a tremendous orgasm. In fact, I think I did come a little-one of those uncontrollable prelude bursts-because I distinctly felt a rush of my cunt juices.
"But like I said, this boy eating away at my hot-box was no slouch, no amateur. He sensed that I was on the verge of coming and switched from my clit to my cunthole, where women aren't quite so sensitive, at least not this woman. His long tongue up my cunthole felt sensational, probing, twisting, and vibrating up there, mingling its juices with mine-but it wasn't quite long enough, or fat enough, to generate that good old high-voltage electricity. After all, I was used to Wen's huge cock up there, and no man alive has a tongue that size. With a big, bulbous head on it. So I just lapsed back into a nice, exciting euphoria, waiting for his giant dick to make its entrance. Then I would come.
"Go on, man, eat her cunt! Eat it good! Fuck it good with that big cock-tongue of yours! Make her come! I want to see you lap up her come juice! It's delicious, man! I'm tellin' ya, it's really delicious!" This was my husband talking, kibitzing from the sidelines. The sonovabitch. I turned to look at him and, d'ya know what? He had a wild expression on his face, with eyes as big as saucers. And he was sweating-dripping sweat. AND HE WAS JACKING OFF, FLOGGING THAT BIG HUNK OF MEAT OF HIS FOR ALL HE WAS WORTH.
"But did that turn me off? No. If anything, it kinda turned me on more. Or maybe it was his friend Ger who turned me on more, I don't know. Anyway, it was about this time that Ger withdrew his tongue from my cunthole and shoved it neatly into my-what did he call it?-my puckered little asshole. Oooooiiiii! Then after a few seconds of very delightful tongue-fucking there, he suddenly lifted his head from my ass and ... and ... excuse me while I catch my breath ... eased his tremendous dick into my cunthole.
"Yeah, he eased it in, but once he had me fitted for size, he commenced to slam it in, faster and faster, with great, long, plunging strokes. I loved it. Oh how I loved it! The electricity was building again, a million volts of it, bringing my whole body to the brink of a gigantic, tearing explosion.
"Fuck her, man! Fuck her! Fuck my wife! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" I could hear Wendell urging with more excitement in his voice than I'd ever heard before. He was counting cadence, that's what he was doing-like he was a drill sergeant or something.
"Come on, you fuckin' cunt! Give it to me! Take this big cock! Take it ... take it ... take it!" Gerald was exclaiming at the same time, repeating himself each time he slammed his rod in my hot, juice-filled pussy, his breath coming in loud, hissing gasps like escaping steam.
"Jam it in, you fuckin' sonovabitch! Deeper ... deeper ... deeper! Faster ... faster ... faster! Fuck me ... fuck me ... OH FUCK MEEEEEEEE!" I was crying out in a tortured voice, unable to hold it back.
"Jeez ... if that wasn't some chorus, the three of us all sounding off while the dog-fashion screwing I was getting got hotter and hotter. I'm telling you, if we had a tape recorder there it would've been the wildest sound effects of all time.
"Then I came. Lord, did I ever come! It was like I was coming completely unglued in a giant cauldron of boiling champagne. I just flopped and writhed around on the bear rug like a snake in its death throes, only I was no longer in pain. My writhing was from sheer, all-consuming ecstasy. And the guys came at the same time, Ger from the fucking and Wen from jacking off. And they fell prostrate, too-completely, utterly drained.
"What a session. What a terrific orgy. But listen, hey-it spelled my doom.
"Let me tell you about that. It all started about three days later, the Tuesday night following the little 'jam-session' I just described. I could never forget that date because ... well, you'll see. Anyway, on this particular evening Wen phoned and said he was working late. Also that he was bringing a friend home with him when he finished working around nine o'clock. The 'friend' would have to be Gerald, I thought, so I was naturally happy about it and spent considerable time showering, douching, perfuming, and generally getting prettied up for another exciting three-way sex party. To make doubly sure that I'd be just right, I even douched with rose water, so that my pussy would smell and taste nice and flowery, like roses.
"Ever smell a rose-scented pussy? Well, I guess that's neither here nor there. Anyway, when my dearest, darling husband showed up promptly at nine, it wasn't Ger who was with him. It was Peggy, his sweet, innocent, demure little secretary. Only it turned out that she wasn't so innocent and demure. In fact, she was an out and out nymph with absolutely no inhibitions.
"It seems that Wendell had brought up the subject of three-way sex at the office and asked what she thought about it. And she had expressed the opinion that it was real groovy, providing all of the participants are game enough to hold up their end, and intelligent enough to appreciate what's happening. Which, of course, was all Wen needed. He'd been on a fishing expedition, so to speak, and he'd hooked a good one.
"Golly," she exclaimed when she saw me, "you're beautiful! Wendell sure knew what he was doing when he married you."
"Well, maybe she's okay, I thought at the time. At least she's courteous and friendly. And so what if she does call my husband by his first name? Hell, they work together every day, don't they? And the atmosphere there at the office is generally very informal. Like Wen, I hate business places that are formal and stiff.
"Then Wendell dropped the facade, or maybe I just imagined it was a facade. He said to me: "Peggy's very beautiful, too, don't you think, sweetheart? Look at those tits and that ass. I can hardly wait to get her clothes off so we can see her in the raw. She's a real swinger, sweetie, and she digs three-way parties the same as you and I."
"How nice. How very nice," I said, trying to hide my true inner feelings-for Wen's sake. After all, he'd been a good sport when I wanted sex with two guys, so I owed it to him to be a good sport when he wants an orgy with two gals. I guess I must've done a pretty good job of hiding my feelings because she only increased her friendliness-by giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It wasn't exactly a platonic hug and kiss, either. That gal was anticipating. By her flushed cheeks, I could tell that she was already hot from thinking of eating cock and pussy-and being eaten all over by us two.
"This time there weren't many amenities--just the wine. Then, in a flash, Wen was showing Peggy my bare tits and begging for a comparison between mine and hers-which he soon got. And she had a couple of beauties, I will have to concede that. And a hot second later when we all three had our clothes completely off, I could see that there wasn't any fakery about that ass of hers, either. It was the sexiest female ass I'd ever seen, full and smooth with cute little dimples in just the right places. Also, she had a pussy to match, very meaty with a sparse amount of corn-silky hair-like a twelve-year-old. And the hairs close to the crack, I could see, were glistening wet.
Yeah, Peggy was hot all right-hotter than a bitch dog in heat. And the sight of her voluptuous sexiness was getting me hot. And getting Wendell hot-so hot, in fact, that he had me down flat on my back on the polar bear rug as quick as you can say, Fuck me, daddy, eight to the bar. I don't think I had ever seen his prick so big and hard as he hovered over me, inviting Peggy to dine on me between my wide-open legs, his huge balls dangling right above my face.
"But the cock and balls above my face was really just a tease, to break down all my inhibitions. He let me reach up and fondle them for a few seconds; even bent down and let me feel them brushing across my eyes and mouth; but then instead of letting me take them deep into my cock-hungry mouth, he scooted down behind Peggy who by now was on her hands and knees, preparing to eat away at my cunt. The next thing I knew, Peggy's educated tongue was licking and sucking all up and down the inside of my juicy slit, and I could hear other slurping sounds that could only come from Wen eating away at Peggy's buxom cunt from behind.
"Oh, honey, you're so delicious and so fragrant!" Peg gasped as she increased the tempo of her lustful licking and sucking. "Your pussy is like ... like roses ... sweet, sweet roses."
"You fuckin' well right it was like roses-thanks to that douche I'd given myself for Gerald. Gerald: why wasn't he here instead of Peggy? I thought fleetingly. But then Peg really wasn't half bad-not bad at all. Ooooooooo ... how that girl could eat pussy! Actually better than Gerald. Better than Wendell, even. Better than anybody in the whole cotton-pickin' world. "Oh, suck me, Peggy!" I begged her. "Suck, suck, suck! Put your tongue in ... deep ... DEEP!"
"I couldn't help myself, encouraging her on like that. She was so good, so expert-she had to know how much I loved and appreciated it.
"Then I came ... EXPLODED! I could see roman candles and pinwheels rocketing behind my eyes, and lightning, thunder, avalanches, earthquakes ... then a downpour of champagne drowning me in sweet, effervescent bubbles of euphoria.
"I could just see a glimmer, ever so faintly, of my husband lying down on his back, and Peggy moving around to him, taking his giant cock eagerly in her hands, sucking it hungrily into her mouth. I felt my passion returning. Impulsively I gathered up my tits, one in either hand, and started to milk them, squeezing hard and pulling up toward my hard, erected nipples, trying my damndest to bring up a rush of milk, but in vain.
"Then I glanced down at the other two again and looked straight into Peggy's great, bulging, beautiful cunt. For she was on her hands and knees, facing away from me as she sucked furiously on Wen's dick. The sight of that luscious-looking female love nest did strange things to me-for the first time in my life. I know that I have no lesbian inclinations in me ... but, geez! I really got turned on, pulled toward it. Like a magnet.
"Maybe I just felt a sudden, very strong compulsion to reciprocate for what she'd done for me, I don't know. After all, she'd made me come, gloriously, and now she was making my husband come too. It was extremely unselfish of her. Someone had to do the same for her-to make everything equal and fair. And I was handiest. Besides, I wanted to ... needed to.
"In the next instant, I was there behind that big, beautiful, dimpled ass of Peggy's, spreading her legs farther apart, shoving my face in between the delicate, pink, dripping folds of cunt lips. Desperately, with every ounce of the tremendous passion I was feeling, I licked up and down, concentrating on her hard, erected, throbbing clitoris, lapping up all of her sweet, sweet juices that were pouring out in greater and greater amounts with every one of my hot, sweeping licks. Shit oh dear ... how that girl loved what I was doing! I could feel her big ass quaver and push back hard, HARD, against my face, pleading for more and more and more.
"And I gave her more, not just because she wanted it but because I wanted it. Wanted it hell ... I absolutely had to have it, or I'd die. I was that passionate. So passionate that I gave up my licking and sucking and jammed my tongue, every inch of it far into her hot, welcoming cunthole.
"Furiously, with all of the strength I could muster, I pumped my tongue in and out, thrusting it in so far I thought my tongue would tear lose at the roots, I wanted to reach bottom. Wanted to convert my tongue into a huge, long man-cock. Wanted to give her the double thrill of being tongue-fucked and cock-sucked at the same time. Wanted to give her such a great, explosive orgasm that her come juices would shoot out in a tremendous hot flood, drowning me.
"Then I got my wish. She exploded. She started trembling and bucking her ass with mounting excitement until I could hardly keep my tongue in-then she blasted away in my face with more heat and jizz than I ever thought one woman could possibly generate. Her delicious fluid did, for a fact, come out in a flood, swamping my face. And what I couldn't drink up I just let spill over me.
"Damn! maybe I really do have some latent lesbian tendencies, after all; though I'm inclined to believe that it was something else: the heat of the occasion, perhaps, or my determination to be as good at three-way sex as Peggy, or both.
"Peggy's great surge of heat made her suck Wendell's cock with all the more gusto, naturally-and soon he was coming, too, writhing all over the bear rug in ecstasy, shooting a tremendous stream of his cream down her throat as she gulped it down, every drop of it. Then we all fell prostrate, utterly, completely spent.
"Yes, I thoroughly enjoyed that party with Peg. But listen, hey ... I couldn't take any more. Not with her or any other broad. I knew that Wendell would want more three-ways with a female for the third person, even if I didn't-because I couldn't bear the thought of him being fawned over by other females. So I left him. Left him for permanent. A couple of months later I had my divorce-and you know the rest of the story.
"Now I got myself a new husband, a real drag who makes me miserable with his square ways. But I can't afford to cut him loose. You know that. I'm getting too damn old. A gal my age, with no professional talents, has got to look out for her security.
"That's life, I guess. I've learned the hard way that you can't have your cake and eat it too.
CONCLUSION
In the foregoing chapters we have witnessed five cases, presented in the subjects' own dialogue, of persons, young and old, male and female, with a preference for the oral aspects of sex. NO deliberate attempt has been made to moralize on the issue-and, indeed, it is a moral issue in many of our 50 states. Rather, the objective has been to take the bull by the horns, as it were, and face up to the reality of what most of our modern psychiatrists and sociologists consider a basic human instinct.
Regardless of what our Victorian moralists believe and preach and legislate, this much appears to be certain: oral lovemaking, even to the extent of fellatio and cunnilingus to orgasm, will always be a popular, if secretive, mode of sexual expression. A very large segment of Americans are going to continue yielding to their instincts, and continue repudiating the prudish dictum that oral love is dirty and perverse.
The devotees of oral love will carry on into the distant future as they have in the distant past with the rationale, which no moralist can challenge, that fellatio and cunnilingus are actually no less sanitary than mouth-to-mouth kissing, given the same amount of hygienic care beforehand. In fact, the common opinion of medical doctors is that simple mouth-to-mouth kisses are responsible for more contagion than all other forms of human contact put together.
Concerning the alleged perversity of oral-genital love, we must refresh our thinking as to what sex is really all about. Basically, it is an involuntary reaction of the natural mating instinct upon which procreation of the species depends. But as a "natural adjunct" of the mating instinct, there is a drive toward complete intimacy and pleasure, the one being an integral of the other. Hence, if the male and female mating partners feel instinctively driven to seek complete intimacy and pleasure in oral-genital expressions of lovemaking, who can say it is perverse?
Of course, anything can be indulged in to excess and with abuse. A mouth-to-mouth kiss between mother and child would become "perverse" if the mother sank her teeth into the child's flesh. But where tenderness and joy and love are the dominating motivations, and where no injury, mental or physical, results, no perversion can possibly exist except in the mind of a hypercritical observer. Indeed, in such an instance, it might be said that the real perversity exists, not in the act, but in the mind of such an observer.
That is not to say that all oral-genital sex of a heterosexual nature is a healthy situation so long as it is tender and loving. Within these chapters we have seen situations involving adults and young people that certainly were unhealthy from the standpoint of social values, albeit tender and loving. But in the main, without going into extreme situations, we would venture to say that very little oral-genital sex is truly unhealthy.
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