Oral Teens
[aka 'Compulsive Eaters']
by John Tanner


INTRODUCTION 

"I don't know if you know it or not, but when you're high on grass, your 
orgasm is a hell of a lot more pleasurable than when you're not. At least it 
is for me. 

"I started bucking my ass as best I could with all that weight on top of me 
and managed to stick my cock even farther up into the second girl's cunt. 
And I shoved my tongue as far up into the first as I could. Sucking like 
crazy. 

"And then, man, the come came. Hey, that's good. The come came. And it 
seemed to last like a half hour. I can honestly tell you that I'd never had 
such a good feeling before in my life. 

"The girls waited until I was calmed down and then the one sitting on my 
face lifted herself. She looked down at me and smiled. 'You've got a lot of 
talent, baby,' she said, which just about made me bust with pleasure. 

"The second broad was still impaled on my cock, and, believe it or not, it 
was still hard. Almost ready for a second go. But I was sort of afraid to 
start anything. I was afraid that without a pussy to eat out, I couldn't 
make the scene with my cock. So, gently, I eased her off. She raised herself 
and I watched my cock slowly pull out of her. She groaned all the while she 
was getting loose. 

"I moved over to the side of the room by myself and lit up another joint I'd 
brought along. It was fine with the management. In fact, you could cut the 
smoke, and the odor of pot, with a knife. 

"I looked around me. There were a couple more people around now. Must have 
come in after I'd gotten there. More guys and more girls. And such fucking 
and groaning and positions you've never seen before. All I could think of 
was I sure would have liked to have a camera. I could have made a fortune 
off that film. 

"I finished the joint and lit up a regular cigarette. I was feeling no pain, 
satisfied and sort of smug. 

"Tony came over a few minutes later. He had just finished fucking a 
great-looking little Oriental chick. Real small bones and features. Not my 
type, but she still looked good. 

" 'You want some more or not?' Tony asked. He plopped down next to me and 
lit up. As soon as he was down the Oriental gal came over and sat between 
us. And damned if she didn't start to suck us off. Alternating between us. 
Man, this was a whorehouse to end all whorehouses. 

"I would have turned that little chick around and started to eat her out, 
but I didn't really go for the idea of working on some pussy that had been 
used. Turned me off. So I let her suck. And she was good at it. 

'"Anne invited us to dinner,' Tony reminded me. 'We could go over there.' 

"'Yeah,' I said sort of vaguely. 'I guess we could.' Actually I was more 
interested in what the little doll was doing to me. She'd left Tony out of 
the suck now. I guess he was through for the night. She was working on me 
all alone now. I looked down at that bobbing head and was really turned on. 
The feeling in my cock was great. And if I used a little imagination, I 
could turn that brunette hair into blonde hair and it'd be Bridgett who was 
on her knees between my legs, sucking me off like crazy. 

"I shot off right in the Oriental chick's mouth and she swallowed it like it 
was eggnog. That made me feel good. Damn, I guess I was pretty good at sex. 
These girls sure acted like they enjoyed working on me anyway. 

"We left right after that. The place was getting crowded and you never saw 
so many bobbing heads and asses in your life. 

"I discovered that my first impression of Anne had been accurate. She was a 
great gal, gentle and sweet. And great looking. Which isn't a bad 
combination. She was also a little on the blonde side. When I left her 
apartment that night I decided I was genuinely and entirely in love for the 
first time in my life. And Anne was the subject matter. 

"After I'd seen her maybe four or five times, we tried to make the scene. 
That's where I really ran into trouble. Anne didn't mind the straight 
fucking so much--in fact, she took it like the well-known duck to the 
polluted water--but she didn't go much for the sucking and licking routine. 
Especially the part where I ate her box and she sucked me off. 

"And you guessed it, I had my problem back. And it was even more frustrating 
now, since I was really in love with Anne and wanted more than anything to 
have sex with her, to satisfy her while I was satisfying myself. 

"But I couldn't get her to suck. And she wouldn't let me eat her out. She'd 
let me finger-fuck her and kiss her as much as I wanted--anywhere except her 
cunt. I was going up a wall, especially when I was having so much trouble 
keeping an erection. 

"I went to my old buddy Tony with my problems. Again. He just shrugged his 
shoulders. 'I don't know what to tell you,' he said. 'Where in the hell did 
you get such a lousy hang-up anyway?' 

"So I told him about Bridgett. That got him to thinking real hard. 

"The next day we wrote a letter to the couple who'd hired Bridgett after she 
left my parents' house. Then I sat around mentally jacking off until I got 
an answer. A week later it came. And, damned the good luck, Bridgett had 
left them and moved to New York City to work. Right there in the same town 
where I was. Of course, that had been a long time ago, but they had included 
the address of the people Bridgett went to work for at the time, so I 
called. I got hold of them. Bridgett had long since left them, but they had 
the number of the--well, you know how it went. I ended up going through 
eight couples before I found out where Bridgett was working now. 

"I talked to the woman of the house and explained to her that I had just 
come from a vacation in Norway and had a message for Bridgett from her dear 
old mother. The woman relayed the message to Bridgett who was too busy to 
come to the phone. And damned if Bridgett didn't invite me over. The next 
day. 

"I was on cloud nine and excited as hell the whole rest of the day. I was 
going to see Bridgett. Hot damn. Finally, I might be able to get what I'd 
been after for years. 

"The next day I cut my eleven-o'clock class and came home to change. I 
showered, shaved, and shit, so that by the time I walked out of my apartment 
I looked like a golden knight. 

"I even took a cab to the address Bridgett had given me. And, believe me, 
she seemed to be doing all right. Fifth Avenue, between 71st and 72nd. Big 
penthouse. Well, why the hell not. Bridgett deserved the best. 

"My cock was hard all the way up the elevator. And walking down the hall to 
the door of the apartment, I was so excited I thought I'd shoot off. Just 
like that: shoot off without even touching my cock. 

"I rang the doorbell and this fat old lady answered the door. I immediately 
thought to myself that she sure didn't look like she was able to afford a 
big fancy apartment on Fifth Avenue. 

" 'Good afternoon,' I said in my best military school, mannerly young-man 
tone of voice. 'I'm here to see Bridgett G.' 

" 'I'm Bridgett,' the fat old lady said, and all I could do was stare at 
her. If this was my Bridgett, then things sure had changed. Her blonde hair 
was now a dirty, messed-up gray. Her big knockers now hung way down on her 
belly. And she must have weighed at least a hundred and eighty pounds. 

"What I had forgotten in all this time was I hadn't seen her for years. 
Almost fourteen years, and believe me, they had been hard years for 
Bridgett. She was almost fifty years old now. 

"It wasn't the most gracious thing I could do, but I stood in the hallway 
outside that apartment and started to laugh. I was damned near hysterical 
with laughing, and I couldn't stop. All Bridgett did was stare at me like I 
was nuts for a couple of seconds and then closed the door in my face. She 
looked frightened. I guess she thought I was some sort of New York freak. 

"I laughed all the way down the elevator, on the bus, and into my own 
apartment. Finally, I managed to stop when I picked up the phone to call 
Anne. That son-of-a-gun, best-looking girl in the world was home. 

"I don't think Anne would mind my telling you that I went over there that 
afternoon and that we fucked all day. And believe it or not, I didn't even 
think about eating out any pussy." 

* * * 

With the increase in sex education of the past two decades, and an upsurge 
in the general level of public sophistication, such topics as swapping, 
oralism, and anal ism have come to widespread notice and even to a large 
degree of acceptance. Popularization of the works of such authorities as 
Freud, Stekel, and Krafft-Ebing, the more recent studies of Kinsey, and the 
famous Masters-Johnson report have all conspired to shift these topics from 
the arena of strident public controversy to the more placid field of 
scientific research and observation. Along with this we find a new 
willingness, even eagerness, among the public at large to accept such 
investigation and, in some cases, even to participate in it. Witness the 
dozens, perhaps hundreds, of volunteers for the future studies of Masters 
and Johnson. Only a few short years ago, such activities could have involved 
severe legal penalties for the participants, not to mention the researchers 
themselves. Today, however, there seems to prevail in the public mind more 
and more of a spirit of "live and let live." At best, perhaps even a 
recognition that there are many areas of the human psyche, long clouded over 
with fear and superstition, that could stand a bit of cold, scientific 
light. 

Students of human behavior know that oral-ism is nothing new; indeed, it is 
as old as mankind itself. No one is shocked or scandalized by the thought of 
a baby nursing at its mother's breast. Quite the contrary, the subject of 
breast versus bottle feeding of infants is a subject of active and involved 
discussion among women of many and varied backgrounds. Articles dealing with 
the topic are published in the leading medical and popular magazines. It is 
usually when oralism involves the less-accepted areas of oral-genital 
contact that the public and legal bodies show their concern. 

Yet not even here, in these most hidden and suppressed areas of human sexual 
impulse, can the objective observer find much that is truly new. In recent 
years the reading public has been exposed to such works as My Secret 
Life--widely reviewed in many important newspapers and magazines--the 
imaginative dairies of a Victorian Lothario, and the famous novel of Irish 
life, Ulysses, by James Joyce. Both works contain references to oralism, and 
both works have been surrounded by controversy. Yet neither work contains a 
great deal that will surprise or shock present-day students of human sexual 
behavior. Indeed, one may go back to the early Greek and Roman authors to 
find suggestions of widespread oral activity. There can be little doubt that 
oral-genitalism has been with mankind since the earliest recorded times. 
Certainly far longer than its opponents would care to admit. 

The opposition to such sexual practices originates, undoubtedly, in many 
cases, from the inbred fears of parental, religious or social bias. One may 
go even further and say that certain taboos of the race itself have a part 
to play in the restrictions which have surrounded such activity during the 
many stages of human evolution. Children learn at a very early age that some 
things are "dirty." Their own senses can tell them that some things are 
unpleasant. The association of sexual organs with the functions of body 
elimination may set up a state of ambivalence or even outright distaste in 
an individual's approach to sexual relations. Time and again we find 
individuals to whom sex, even in its most accepted forms, is a matter of 
"dirty versus clean." How much more unsettling, then, a confrontation with 
oral sex--to many individuals one of the "dirtiest" forms of sexual 
activity. The conflict set up by such a confrontation may lead some 
individuals to replace the word "dirty" with more damning labels such as 
"perverted" or "depraved." As John H. Gagnon and William Simon comment in 
their article "Sexual Deviance in Contemporary America," anthologized in The 
Annals of the American Academy of Social and Political Science: 

--- As sexual activity is elaborated, it moves beyond an exclusively or 
nearly exclusively genital focus and, consequently, increasing numbers of 
essentially conforming sexual actors find themselves doing things that many 
others still consider "unnatural acts"; indeed, doing things that most state 
jurisdictions define as "crimes against nature" or "sodomy." Mouth-genital 
contact or oral sex is an excellent case in point. --- 

The researchers continue with the following observation: 

--- In many cases, this trend must surely act to lessen the sharpness of 
distinction between conforming sexual behavior and some forms of deviant 
sexual behavior, though, given absence of systematic data, it is difficult 
to assess the impact upon societal attitudes and practices. --- 

The objective observer will be wise to reserve judgment before leaping to 
conclusions on subject matter which has even the experts in conflict with 
each other. The question of oralism in particular has often been surrounded 
with controversy even by those scientists who work hardest to treat this 
sensitive topic with objectivity. Where is the line that separates "normal" 
oral-ism from "abnormal" oralism? Indeed, is there Such a line? This is one 
of the many questions that have troubled sexual and psychological 
researchers for decades. The great pioneer of psychological research and 
founder of psychoanalysis, Sigmund Freud, had this to say concerning 
oral-genital contact: 

--- It would be absurd to exclude people with single idiosyncrasies of this 
kind from the ranks of the normal and place them among perverts; rather it 
becomes more and more clear that what is essential to the perversion lies, 
not in the overstepping of the sexual aim, not in the replacement of the 
genitalia, not always even in the variations in the object, but solely in 
the exclusiveness with which these deviations are maintained, so that the 
sexual act which serves the reproductive process is rejected altogether. In 
so far as perverse performances are included in order to lead up to the 
performance of the normal sexual act, they are no longer actually perverse.
 --- 

Thus, in this instance, it is the ultimate completion of the reproductive 
sexual act which defines normality. That which omits or bypasses the 
reproductive act shades toward abnormality, perhaps even immorality. 

Yet this view is tacitly contested by large segments of our society today. 
To many couples, both married and unmarried, the employment of sex for 
simple pleasure is a perfectly legitimate goal. The widespread use of 
contraceptive devices and contraceptive pills attests to the unconcealed 
orientation of many toward pleasure as opposed to reproduction. Indeed, with 
the recent and active upsurge of population-control movements, there are 
some people who lean to the view that reproduction itself can be immoral. 
Witness the rising popularity of vasectomy operations in some circles. And 
only recently a young woman rose during graduation ceremonies at a 
well-known American college to declare publicly her intention to have no 
children. What would the people of Freud's day have thought of such 
unprecedented goings-on? They would surely, along with Freud himself, have 
been amazed at the rapidity with which supposedly immutable social and moral 
boundaries can be altered by a new generation faced with its own problems. 
They might be even more astonished at the openness with which these problems 
are discussed throughout society. John H. Gagnon and William Simon, in their 
previously cited work, comment on this aspect of our changing morality: 

--- Generally, the representation of heterosexual activity in the mass media 
has become, depending on one's orientation, either more honest or more 
blatant, but, in any case, far more explicit. Moreover, with general 
liberalization of public representation and discussion of sexuality, there 
have been comparable increases in the representation and discussion of what 
are generally defined as deviant practices. Mass magazines and even network 
television openly consider the problem of homosexuality and the problems of 
the homosexual--sometimes with considerable sympathy. Problems of pre-, 
post-, and extra-marital sexual relations are widely discussed in the public 
media. --- 

Thus, the person who in good conscience has decided that Freud's 
"reproductive sexual act" cannot be a primary goal in his own sexual life 
has not far to go to find alternatives. In many cases, he need look only as 
far as his daily newspaper or among his magazine subscriptions for an 
answer. It should not surprise the dispassionate student of human behavior 
that for many the answer is oralism. Oral-genital lovemaking satisfies two 
primary criteria of a pleasure-seeking, population-minded generation. There 
are few who would insist that the sheer, physical sensations imparted by 
oral-genital contact are inferior in strength to "normal" sexual intercourse 
for those who are orally inclined. For some, indeed, the added sense of 
intimacy or the thrill of breaking taboos may actually increase their 
pleasure. Added to this is the obvious advantage for those who wish to 
acquire sexual satisfaction without acquiring children. Therefore we cannot 
be particularly surprised to find that oralism has become a favorite 
recourse of those groups to whom population control is of vital concern. 

In like manner, the objective observer can find many of the same elements at 
work among the teen-age population of the United States and other countries. 
There is little mystery in the widespread acceptance of oralism among 
teenagers. Youth, with its thirst for adventure and new knowledge--and its 
ever-present willingness to thumb its collective nose at its "elders and 
betters"--can be depended upon to seek out that which will shock many of its 
mothers and fathers, whether it be smoking marijuana, staging college 
protest marches, or indulging in "deviate" sexual activities. Needless to 
say, many of the same newspapers and magazines available to parents are 
equally available to their children. The unruly or dissatisfied teenager who 
wishes to plague his parents or establish his or her "independence" has many 
tantalizing examples to choose from. The questioning mind of youth is not 
put off by subtleties or euphemism--and, in many cases, there is little or 
no attempt at subtlety, anyway. 

It would be wrong, however, to suppose that youth reacts to its elders only 
in a negative way. As always, age is the teacher of youth, both in virtues 
and vices, whether or not youth cares to admit it. And, as the following 
case histories will show, there are always those among the older generations 
who are only too eager to impart their sexual knowledge to attractive, 
younger people. Often, the older person is in a more secure financial 
position and able to offer the dependent teen-ager advantages in return for 
sexual favors. Beyond this, there is the question of experience, and the 
teen-ager recently departed from the protection of parents or high school is 
not likely to be a match in experience, sexual or otherwise, for the man or 
woman twenty years his senior. 

Unquestionably, then, a knowledge of oral-ism will be early imparted to many 
of the questioning young. And from there, this "new" knowledge will be 
spread among their peers. The natural sexual drive and incentive of healthy 
youth will suffice to insure that such knowledge will not be neglected. 

It should not surprise us then that oral ism can be found in all age groups, 
professions, and classes of society. Examples of "oralistic art" have been 
found in such diverse cultures as India, ancient Rome, and in the erotic 
drawings of Japan and China. It is not unlikely that man, like other 
animals, has practiced variations of oral lovemaking and pleasure-seeking 
from the earliest times. The continuance of breast-sucking from childhood 
into adulthood, and the transference of such natural impulses from the 
mammary to the genital area cannot be considered "abnormal" in any but a 
particular "moralistic" sense by those who wish to investigate and 
understand the more hidden areas of the human psyche. Objective observers, 
well aware of the constantly changing standards of morality throughout the 
evolution of the human species, will take care not to impose the rigid moral 
standards of any particular time period upon human history as a whole. It 
has been suggested that, for each generation, one of the worst forms of 
arrogance is to assume that it is the final and ultimate development of 
mankind. It is a failing with which we are all familiar. Yet as observers of 
the human condition, we dare not allow ourselves to stumble into the kind of 
arrogance which prohibits us from further dispassionate study and appraisal 
of ourselves and our kind. The reliance upon personal bias is totally 
inadequate for proper investigation of the multifaceted sexuality of 
mankind. Explosive words and biased terminology cannot but lead the serious 
investigator into pitfalls of error and misstatement. Scientists and 
concerned observers alike have made note of the lack of preciseness in such 
terms as "sick," "deviant," "abnormal," and "dyssocial." 

Thus, the serious reader must not be too quick to judge the following case 
histories and individuals on a basis of personal and exclusive morality or 
even on scientific standards that may be in imminent danger of being 
outmoded. Oralism is prevalent enough in our society and other societies 
that it deserves a careful and serious evaluation. The period between 
Sigmund Freud and the Masters-Johnson report has seen great advances in the 
understanding of human sexual behavior. Most of this progress has been due 
to investigators who have been willing to put aside their own personal 
standards of behavior, but without the willingness of individuals such as 
the following to come forward with their own case histories, this great 
advance in understanding would have been immeasurably more difficult. 

 CHAPTER ONE - A Professional Amateur 

"So you think I'm a lez, huh? You're wrong. And I sure don't look like a 
dyke, do I? I mean one of those females with a build like a Japanese 
wrestler and a yen only for girls. I'm built just like a girl--only maybe 
more so. I got all the equipment--tits, nice round rump, good long legs and, 
well, my face ain't gonna put Liz Taylor out of joint, but it's okay. Better 
than okay, to hear some say. 

"Just because I got took in a raid, and there was some pitchers of me going 
down on a girl--and the girl going down on me--don't mean I'm a lez. I got 
paid for them pitchers. That was just--posing. I don't go for girls--not 
thataway. Not that I don't like what's happening. I do. A good sucking is 
fun, don't matter whether a girl does it to me or a man. But I'd rather it's 
a man, any day. He's got a dong, see. And you can get it in your mouth and 
taste him. And it's a different taste from a girl. And then you can FEEL a 
man's dong in your mouth. Inside. And in your throat. And when he shoots 
off! Wow! Can you tell! All that pulsing and moving way deep in your 
throat--and then all his come spurting into you--and you taste him So I like 
it. 

Why not? 

"I guess Mom started me out. I don't mean she started me out sucking off 
men. She was death on men. If you'd known Pop, you'd understand. He was a 
shiftless old skunk, drunk more'n half the time. And Mom was churchy. Maybe 
she shoulda been one of them there women preachers. She sure had hellfire 
and brimstone right by the balls. And no use for men. All they was after was 
to rum a girl. Mom wasn't always too clear about how a girl got ruint. Only 
she made it clear, wasn't no man ever to get into my panties. "Later, I 
sorta cleared that up for myself. From talking to other kids, girls. If a 
man got his dong in you, you got a baby. And some of them girls were real 
graphic, like they'd maybe had experience, even if they hadn't got a baby 
out of it. 

"There was one girl in our crowd did get a baby. I was meaning to ask her 
but I never got a chance. She went off to some home, somewheres. Or maybe 
she got rid of it. And didn't come back. Which was maybe just as well. Mom 
and a lot of old biddies in the neighborhood sure had it in for her. And Mom 
would look at me every now and then and say, 'I tole you so.' 

"Not that I was sure what she meant. Then. 

Except it kept building up some kind of scare in me. I wasn't never to let a 
man have nothing to do with me. 

"Like I say, Mom wasn't never very clear about it. But some of the girls 
were. I mean, they knew all about how guys had dongs that could ram into you 
and give you a baby, and would if they got a chance. Like every guy was just 
standing around waiting for a chance to ream your cunt and give you a baby. 
And maybe they was. I know the guys used to collect outside the Snack Shack 
and whistle at the girls--me, too. And wink and whisper behind their hands 
and sort of guffaw, the way boys do when they think they're being grown-up. 

"I got my share of whistles, on account I developed tits kinda young. 
Thirteen-fourteen. And them whistles scared me. Funny, now I look back. Them 
whistles wasn't doing no harm. Just a sort of appreciation. But it sure 
seemed to me then they was really trying to whistle my panties down and was 
gonna ream me, maybe right there in front of the Snack Shack. And I'd have a 
baby the next day, maybe. 

"Sure it was dumb. I know that. Now. But when you got a Mom that's as 
doleful as a country preacher at the funeral of his richest parishioner and 
just as full of scary-sounding words that don't really tell you nothing, 
then maybe you grow up dumb. If she'd ever said right out, don't go screwing 
boys, then maybe I'd know what she meant. I don't say I wouldn't never have 
screwed a boy. Only, if I had, I'd'a knowed what I was doing. And maybe I'd 
like sex thataway. 

"I got the poop from other girls. And some of it was sure goofy. I know that 
now. Like, if you got screwed at certain phases of the moon, you wouldn't 
get a baby. Only didn't none of 'em seem to know just which phases that was, 
so it wasn't much help. And there was just enough truth in it--I mean, in a 
small farm community like ours, farmers still planted their corn by the 
phases of the moon. If corn grew by phases of the moon, why couldn't a baby? 
It made a kind of sense. 

"Pop died along about then--when I was just going on fifteen. Got hisself 
kilt falling into the mill race. Drunk? Course, he was drunk. He mostly 
always was. Now I come to think of it, some of his drinking was to get away 
from Mom's hellfire and brimstone. It gave him a little peace of mind, I 
reckon. 

"And that give Mom an excuse to get away from Tilford--that was our home 
town--and move to the big city. Well, it wasn't such a big city, like I know 
cities now. Maybe thirty, forty thousand people. Mom never had liked 
Tilford. 

"So we moved in with her sister, who was a widow and had a nice little 
house. She wasn't rich. Just had a nice house and a little income. Not 
enough to take care of all three of us. So Mom went out to work. Wasn't much 
she could do, really. Like she hadn't never learned office work nor typing 
nor nothing like that. So it was cleaning up office buildings. And didn't 
bring in much. 

"I liked the city. It was exciting. Gosh, there was five movie houses! And 
continuous shows. I mean, in Tilford, we had one movie house that was open 
Saturdays. I couldn't go to 'em, on account we didn't have no money, but 
they was there and I could see the posters. Man-oh-man, they was the 
prettiest thing I ever see. Girls and men hugging and kissing. In color, 
too. 

"After I got used to it, I liked the new high school. It was sure different 
from Tilford. The kids were more--oh, sort of sophisticated. Even if the 
boys did wear blue jeans, like the country boys, you knew it was just sort 
of dress-up. And the girls wore sports outfits mostly. Made me ashamed of 
the stuff I had to wear. I don't mean I wore flour-sack dresses or nothing 
like that. It was just--the wrong length. Mom was hellbent on covering up as 
much of my legs as she could. 

"Aunt Beth got me some regular clothes and made Mom let me wear 'em, even if 
they did show my knees and maybe a lot more. But by then Mom was too tired 
to argue. She worked night--that's when office buildings get cleaned, 
mostly--and days she was pooped out, sleeping most of the time. 

"Along about then I learned about baby-sitting and how even a kid could make 
pretty good money. And we sure needed the extra money. So Aunt Beth got me 
my first baby-sitting job. It was for a young widow that had a 
seven-year-old boy. 

"It was an easy job. I just did my homework and looked at tv and had Cokes 
and sandwiches out of the icebox. Mrs. W said I could. 

Called it 'one of the fringe benefits' and laughed. She was a laughing 
woman, not like the widows I knew in Tilford, who wore black and looked 
doleful. And had lots of men friends. Mrs. W , I mean, not the Tilford 
widows. 

"It was one of her men friends got me started on this sucking business. I 
don't think he meant it to be sucking, but that's how it happened. 

"It was an awful hot night, and nights seem hotter in the city. Close, 
kinda. In the country you can breathe. Anyhow, Richie--that's Mrs. 

W 's kid--got restless. I could hear him fretting and squirming. So I went 
in to see to him, and he's kicked all the covers off. Wasn't but a sheet, 
anyhow. And he's naked as an eel. Somewhere during the night he's got out of 
his underbritches. 

"I hadn't never seen a boy plumb naked. Close up, that is. I'd seen 
'em--down at the creek--and because they was pink all over I knew they was 
naked, but that's not seeing 'em, really. And not seeing their peckers, 
ever. Richie is lying there, his legs sprawled out and his pecker in plain 
sight. It's like a little pink peanut. It don't look dangerous to me. Not 
like Mom's been howling about. 

"Only, just knowing it's a boy's pecker, gets me feeling itchy, down at my 
little cunt. And makes my throat dry. So I'm feeling myself up a little, 
with my skirt hiked up and my pants pulled to one side, and my tongue 
licking at my lips, when Mrs. W and Jerry--Jerry M , that is--come in, real 
quiet, so they won't wake Richie. I don't know it, on account I am so 
interested in what's happening to me, feeling myself and looking at Richie's 
pecker, but Mrs. 

W has gone in the kitchen to make coffee, and Jerry, he comes in to see if 
Richie's all right. 

"He catches me staring at Richie's pecker and feeling myself and sort of 
laughs. 'Kid, if you're interested, you should see a real one. And it can be 
arranged.' 

"I guess I pretty near go through the floor, I'm so embarrassed. I yank down 
my skirt and -scoot outa the room. But I look back, on account Jerry is real 
cute. And he winks at me, getting me even more embarrassed, so I'm blushing. 

"Mrs. W comes in, calling to him, and sees me. She shakes her head, 
laughing. 'Jerry, what did you say to the kid? You've got her all fussed 
up.' And to me she says, 'Don't mind Jerry. He's an awful tease.' 

"While they're having coffee and talking, I kind of stall around, gathering 
up my books and stuff, because lots of times Mrs. W 's men friends drive me 
home. Not that it's far, but I don't have much chance to ride in cars, so 
it's a treat. And Jerry has a real super car, a sports thing with real 
low-slung seats, so you're practically lying down. 

"I think maybe I'm not going to get a ride this night, because I'm almost at 
the door before Jerry jumps up. 'I'll take the kid home, Ruth, and be right 
back." But she says he shouldn't come back, she's going right to bed--and to 
sleep. She's tired after all the dancing they did. 

"So Jerry takes me out to the car and helps me in, just like I'm a lady 
friend. And gets in beside me. 'Like a little spin? Or do you have a 
curfew?' I tell him Mom's out and my aunt Beth is maybe already asleep. 
Which maybe I shouldn't. Only, I kinda like Jerry. Even if he did see me 
feeling myself up and getting hot from it. 

"He takes me for a little drive, up by the park, and pretty soon his hand 
drops onto my leg, carelesslike. On account the seats are so low, my dress 
is hiked up pretty high. And--well, his hand feels hot and tingly. I hadn't 
never had a boy do that to me before and I wasn't sure what I should do. I 
mean, Mom's said so much, but none of it very definite. Like how to make a 
feller stop feeling your legs. Anyhow, I like it. It makes my breath catchy 
and starts things going inside me. And the higher up my leg his hand goes, 
the more exciting it gets. Until, I can feel his hand slide right up and 
under my panties. Right on to my snatch. 

"It's so exciting I don't know how to stop him and don't want to--much. He 
stops the car at a turnout in the park and reaches over to hold one of my 
tits, wiggling it a bit. I'm limp, I'm so excited. I just kind of slump down 
in the seat, and his fingers start playing right on my cunt. He slips one 
hand inside my blouse and under my bra and I can feel my nipple get hard. 
And I'm gulping, I'm so scared. He lets go my titty and takes one of my 
hands and slides it over in his lap. I can feel something there pulsing and 
bouncing and I know it's his pecker. He unzips his pants and slides my hand 
inside--and I feel it, big and hard and jumping. 

"I don't know what would've happened if he hadn't spotted the police car. 
'Passion Patrol,' he says, and yanks his hands back and starts the car. 

"Only he doesn't yank my hand out of his pants--and it's sorta caught down 
there when he sits up suddenly. So I just go on feeling it and being 
excited. And he's excited, too. I can tell, from the way he breathes. Every 
now and then, during the drive home, he drops his hand on my leg and slides 
it up. I guess maybe I hump a little to let him reach all the way. And then 
we're home. At Aunt Beth's. 

"He stops the car and slowly pulls my hand out of his pants. He zips 'em up 
and then comes around the car to help me out. As he gets me and my books 
out, I whisper to him, 'Will I get a baby?' "He stares at me for a minute, 
trying to get his breath, shaking his head. 'Good God, no! You cute little 
ignoramus!' And takes me up the walk. 'We'll have to have another session. A 
better one.' And pats my fanny as he shoves me in the door. 

"It's hard to go to sleep that night, I'm so stirred up. And I play with my 
cunt until I guess I have an orgasm. I mean, everything goes whirly and 
lights pop outa the dark and my chest gets tight. And then I'm limp--and 
ready for sleeping. 

"It's maybe three days later Mrs. W wants me for baby-sitting again. Only 
this time she has a different boyfriend. Not Jerry. She's got about six on 
the string. So she goes off in a big swirl of perfume and lots of laughter. 
Richie is already in bed, so I've really got nothing to do. Not even any 
homework. I go peep and see if Richie is naked, with the covers off, so I 
can look at his pecker again, but he's covered up. 

"In about half an hour Jerry shows up, asking for Mrs. W but really looking 
at me, kind of hungry. 'Just thought I'd drop by.' And comes in. I follow 
him and sit down, kind of prim, and feeling a little scared of the way he 
looks at me. And he sits on the big couch, just looking at me. 'The kid 
asleep?' I nod and he pats the couch beside him. 'Come over here, Lili,' He 
don't call me Lillian, which is my real name, but makes it sort of exciting, 
calling me 'Lili' and pronouncing it sort of like 'Lee-Lee,' which he says 
is French. 

"I don't at first, and he says, 'I don't bite, Lili,' and I feel kinda 
silly, so I go over and sit beside him, still prim, only my skirt hikes up 
some, showing a lot of leg. I start to pull it down but he stops me. And 
leaves his hand on my leg, sliding it up and down a little and looking at 
me. His hand feels good on my leg--and better as it goes higher, up toward 
my little snatch box. Only I clamp my legs tight when he gets too far up, 
because I get scared. He uses his other hand to slide over my titties and 
feel them. I've got on a front-button blouse, and the first thing I know, 
he's got a couple of buttons undone and his hand inside. Seeing as the 
weather is so hot, I don't have a bra on, and his hand is right on my tit, 
playing with my nipple. 

"And I'm really scared of how it makes my breath so tight and my legs so 
loose and wobbly and falling open, so his hand is right on my cunt, up under 
my panties. And I like it. I mean, it's so exciting, even if it is scary. 
And my little cunt is beginning to quiver. I can feel it. And opening like 
one of those roses you see in slow motion on TV. He slides one finger up and 
down my little slit till I can almost scream with excitement. Only I can't. 
I mean, I can't scream. Like I haven't got breath for it. 

"He starts to slide my panties down but I grab at 'em, holding on tight, 
because I have this scare that once my panties are off, I'll get a baby. Oh, 
sure, now I know that's silly, but I didn't then. Mom never made things very 
clear, just scary. 

"So he takes one hand, prying my fingers loose from my panties, and slides 
it over onto his lap, where his pants are already unzipped. And pushes it 
inside, so I feel that hot stick of his. At first I keep my fingers stiff 
while he rubs my hand up and down his shaft--and then my hand just seems to 
loosen up, like I loosen up all over. And my fingers sort of curl around his 
dong, natural-like. 

"I can feel it pulse and shiver, like it's got a separate life, and when I 
squeeze a little and slide my hand up and down, his dong gets stiffer and 
more pulsy. And it's out in the open, since Jerry has undone his belt and 
let his pants fall open. 

"I can see it, a great big purple-red bulb, and big blue veins standing out 
on his shaft, pulsing like crazy. I feel 'em, too. Jerry has gone back to 
fingering my little snatch box and has unbuttoned my blouse, so he can tease 
my titties with his tongue. And I'm letting him slide my panties down, on 
account I don't seem to have strength to hold 'em up, with just one hand. 
And anyway, things are getting so hot and exciting down there I don't seem 
to care. Except I'm still scared. Awful scared now, because he's got my 
panties off. 

"My blouse is wide open and both tits are sticking up, with nipples hard and 
awfully pinkish, pretty near suntan. So I just let the panties slide on down 
my legs---and help Jerry undo my skirt. And there I am, practically naked. 
In front of a man. Not a boy, but a real, grown-up adult man. And I have my 
hand on his prick, which is shivering and jumping like crazy. 

"Jerry leans over and kisses my titties, working on each hard little nipple 
with his tongue, and sliding me out of the sleeves of my blouse. He turns me 
around on the couch, so my head is in his lap and my eyes right up against 
his pecker, looking bigger'n all outdoors. 

"He runs his tongue from my titties down across my stomach, tickling, but 
not exactly. It's different from tickling-to-laugh tickling. It just makes 
me tighten up inside. Then his tongue slides across my pelvis, back and 
forth, coming pretty close to my cunt, where his fingers are working, 
opening it up. And I'm getting wet down there. 

"At first I'm awful embarrassed about getting wet down there, thinking maybe 
I'm peeing and not knowing, like I done sometimes when I was a real little 
girl. But it's not that kind of wetness. It's--juicier. And Jerry slides his 
tongue down my slit, wiggling it, and making it open up even more. And I'm 
whimpering. Ain't nothing like this ever happened before to me. And believe 
you me, I'm scared. But not scared enough to know how to make him stop, nor 
really wanting to. It's like eating too much ice cream, knowing it'll make 
you sick--only lots stronger. Like I can't stop. 

"Jerry slides his tongue in and out of my snatch, licking at the juices and 
touching my little clit every now and then, so I jump and hump. Suddenly his 
mouth clamps down, his lips almost covering my cunt, his tongue working 
inside--and he's sucking on it. I can feel it almost up to my eyeballs. So 
good, so good. 

"He has slid practically out of his pants and is bending over me, so his 
dong is hanging right over my face. And there is sweat on it. I mean, I 
think then it's sweat. A great big glob of glistening wet. And he keeps 
humping a little, so that his pecker keeps jabbing at me, like a big stick. 

"Finally he takes his mouth off my hot box, which is sure enough hot as fire 
by then and spurting juices, and says, kinda choked, 'Stick it in your 
mouth!' "I tell him I can't. I won't. I don't want to get a baby. And he 
laughs, kinda wild. 'Kid, that's one sure way you WON'T get one!' So I say, 
still scared, 'Honest?' and he says, kinda fierce, 'Honest! I don't want you 
to get a baby any more'n you do.' And he adds, 'Honest Injun!' like he means 
it. And leans down to tongue my cunt again, so hard I almost squeal. His 
tongue slides a long way in and wiggles, so I can scarcely breathe. All the 
time his fingers are playing around my brownhole--I don't know a person's 
got that kind of feelings in their brownhole, but they have. Anyhow, I have. 
His fingers play around the edges of my cunt and up along the creases in my 
legs and pelvis. His chest is resting on my stomach, kinda light, but 
wiggling a little. All of it stirring me up something fierce. 

"And there's his big pecker, aiming right at my mouth. I stick out my tongue 
and that drop of glisten seems to slide right down--and I taste him. Hot, 
salty--so I start licking, for some more of that good man-taste. 

"He humps up and then lowers hisself, till his dong is pushing against my 
teeth. I open up, then, and it slides in. That whole big purplish red bulb. 
And some of his shaft, though I'm still holding it, and milking a little, 
like I done the cows back home when we had cows. And I run my tongue all 
around his dong, lapping up that man-taste like crazy. And sucking, so I can 
pull more juices out of his pecker. 

"Jerry moans some and works harder on my little snatch box--and I'm pushing 
it up at his mouth. All the time Jerry is pushing deeper into my mouth with 
his dong, until I let go with my hand. And it slides way to the back of my 
throat, mighty nigh choking me, but it is spurting juices and I get more 
taste thataway. 

"Plus, things are happening so exciting down at my pussy I don't have time 
to think. His tongue is deep inside, and way farther up I'm getting awful 
tight, like something wound too tight and just beginning to loosen up, like 
maybe something is about to bust. And then it does. Wow! I feel like I've 
blown apart--except it's a good feeling, with all kinds of things happening. 
Bigger'n anything ever happened to me before. 

"Just about then Jerry really rams his pecker deep into my mouth, way down 
my throat. So far I think maybe he can lick it from the other end. And 
humps, so I feel it slide up and down my throat. And feel the pulse of it, 
throbbing. 

"And it lets go. Whammo! His pecker swells so I think maybe it'll bust in my 
throat--and then--POW! A great big gob spurts down my throat, hot, salty. 
And, whoooo-eee, it's good. 

"Along with the way I'm exploding inside, down at my cunt, this makes the 
most exciting thing ever happened. Maybe the most exciting that can happen 
to a girl who don't know sex. 

"I swallow a lot of his come, and hold some in my mouth, tasting, while 
Jerry sorta goes limp--and his dong starts to go down, slow-like, and pull 
outa my mouth, with me licking at it. Jerry makes a few more tongue slaps at 
my cunt and one last big suck, before licking at it and rolling off me, 
pooped. 

"We lie there like that for a while, me shivering and shaking on account of 
the excitement and what's been happening to me. I don't even try to put on 
my clothes, I'm so beat. I just let Jerry look at me, naked, and every now 
and then touch me, which makes me shake and shiver harder. 

"Jerry swings around and swaps ends, so we're face to face again. His hands 
kinda wander a little, gentle-like, along my hips and down the outer side of 
my leg and then up my back and across my breasts, like he's memorizing my 
sizes. He kisses me a couple of times, soft, not hard and tonguing. 'You've 
got a beautiful little body, Lili. Beautiful. And you know how to use it. 
Oh, brother, do you know how to use it! You're wonderful! Simply and 
incredibly wonderful!' "I guess I'm still scared. 'And I won't get a baby? 
You promise?' "Jerry holds up one hand, real solemn-like. 'Promise! Lili, 
what you've just learned is sex without babies. Stick to that, baby, and 
you'll never have babies--but lots of fun. LOTS of fun.' "Jerry sits up 
then, and starts getting dressed. 'We'd better hop to it, Lili. Ruth will be 
coming home soon--and she wouldn't like finding me here. Or you dressed like 
that. Well, not dressed like that--undressed like that.' "So I get into my 
clothes again, not too fast, because I like having Jerry steal looks at my 
body and every now and then reach over and pat me. 

"Finally he gets up and paces a little, stopping in front of me. 'Lili, you 
really liked that, didn't you?' And I nod, just breathing, 'Oh, yes!' He 
sort of scowls. 'Like it better'n baby-sitting?' And I look at him 
surprised. 'Sure I do. Of course.' "Jerry nods and takes another couple of 
paces, coming back to me. 'How about doing this instead of baby-sitting?' "I 
shake my head. 'Jerry, I can't. Honest, I can't. I gotta help out at home. 
With money. So I gotta keep on with my baby-sitting.' "Jerry stares at me 
for a moment and then begins to laugh. 'Lili, Lili, child! That fun we had 
is worth far more than baby-sitting. Lots more. And to prove it, here.' And 
he pulls out his money clip and peels off a ten-dollar bill. 'Take that. And 
buy yourself something nice.' "I take it, feeling kinda funny, and look at 
it. Ten dollars! A whole ten dollars! 'That's more'n I get from Mrs. W for 
baby-sitting,' I tell him, and start to hand it back. 

"Jerry waves it away. 'Keep it, Lili! Keep it! It's--a gift. And there's 
lots more where that came from. If you'd rather have that kinda fun than 
just plain baby-sitting.' "I shake my head. 'I couldn't. Honest, Jerry, I 
couldn't. Mom's bad enough about my baby-sit-ting and she's sure death on 
sex. She'd never let me.' "Jerry squinches up his eyes and stares at me for 
a long time and then sighs. 'No, you're not playing it right, Lili. So I 
don't think... No, that's just plain innocence--or dumbness.' He takes a 
couple more turns of the room and comes back to me. 'If I can fix up some 
baby-sitting jobs that--well, aren't baby-sitting for real, but are for the 
fun we can have, how about that?' "I shiver a little, remembering all the 
excitement and it starts my little cunt itching again and my titties 
swelling. Gee-gosh, to have that kinda fun instead of baby-sitting... I look 
up at him. 'Do you think you can?' "Jerry grins. 'Leave it to me, Lili. 
Leave it to me.' "So I leave it to him. And that starts me on some real fine 
sucking. Real fine." 

* * * 

Lili B.'s attitude toward sex is a result of her mother's overprotective but 
not very intelligent attitude, her "hellfire and brimstone" approach, 
without providing any true information or guides to proper conduct. To say 
that Lili's case is typical of this sort of ignorant over-protectiveness is 
hardly fair. Her mother was a small-town woman, harassed by the problems of 
a drunken husband; there is a hint in Lili's story that her mother's 
attitude toward sex may have been in part at least the cause of her father's 
heavy drinking. 

Like many uneducated women, and not a few educated ones, she retreated into 
something she believed was religion for consolation and protection, without 
bothering to discover basic causes or to explain them to her daughter. To 
her, the admonitions of an evangelical type of religion were sufficient. And 
she apparently assumed they would be effective with her daughter. A certain 
puritanical block prevented her from being sufficiently specific to insure 
protection for her daughter. 

So Lili's case is not what one could rightfully call typical. Rather, it is 
almost an exaggeration of all that is worst in this type of 
over-protectiveness. In the case of Lili, we are confronted with virtually 
three of the worst enemies of proper upbringing and education. Aside from 
having only one parent, we see a strangling over-protectiveness, the worst 
form of sexual ignorance and a religious fanaticism, almost bordering on 
superstition. 

The same streak of fanaticism that operated in her mother activated the 
girl. The girl believed firmly, and apparently irrevocably, that the 
"getting of a baby" was more heinous than the act of sexual intercourse by 
other means--in her case, oral eroticism. 

She clings determinedly to this central idea long after she knows, by her 
natural intelligence, that there are other means of preventing the "getting 
of a baby." Of course, by that time, through experience, she has become 
emotionally dependent upon her aberration as a prop to her continuance of 
her conduct, the practice of oral eroticism, or oral sex. By that time, in 
addition to her own emotional drives, there has come into being the profit 
motive. 

This motivation can be attributed, at least in part, to her mother's 
continued harping upon the subject of their poverty. 

Professor Curtis E. Avery, in an article "The Problems of Children's Sex 
Play" (Sexology Magazine, 1960), warns parents against just such violent 
disapproval or revulsion against the sex act. "It is," he says, " a basic 
fault to be found in most parents." In the case of Lili's mother, this fault 
is carried to an extreme, the extreme of religious fanaticism, or fanaticism 
masking as religion. 

As to Lili's emotional drive toward sex, there were several factors at work, 
aside from her mother's emotion-charged tirades, which would naturally 
arouse any child's curiosity. A child would naturally conclude that anything 
that brought forth such violent reactions in an adult (parent) must have 
some degree of interest and, unless thoroughly inhibited, would investigate. 

Lili confirms one of the factors, her physical development. She was 
biologically mature at fifteen, which is not exceptionally young. Reports on 
sexual behavior in children clearly show that girls as young as nine have 
been capable of complete biological enjoyment of the sex act. The report of 
the National Commission on Crime, Prevention and Parole states that there 
are approximately a million young girls annually introduced to the sex act, 
more than half under the age of fourteen. The Commission's report does not, 
however, indicate the number or even the percentage of these that derive 
sexual gratification from the act. On the other hand, the Blau-Bender and 
Rasmussen reports indicate that sexual gratification, even in the very 
young, is by no means exceptional. The Blau-Bender report, covering twenty 
years of studies of females nine to thirteen, clearly states that, in the 
majority of cases, the children were "not helpless victims but played an 
active and even initiating role in their delinquency." 

Lili did not actually initiate her oral seduction, though her curiosity 
about her young charge's sex organs, and her open masturbation while looking 
at them, did indicate to her eventual seducer that she would be pliant in 
response to his overtures. From her own point of view it is fortunate that 
her seducer--Jerry--was primarily interested in oral sex (possibly the 
reason for his divorce?). There are only very slight and rather intangible 
hints that there had been previous efforts to seduce her heterosexually, 
which she had repulsed. Whether he would have succeeded in a heterosexual 
seduction or not is hardly debatable. Lili's own reactions to it would 
undoubtedly have prevented a successful conclusion. 

Jerry, whether solely from his emotional needs or from a very shrewd 
analysis of Lili's character, adopted the only sexual approach she could 
have tolerated. Later developments, the introduction of other men with 
similar oral eroticism into Lili's life, would indicate that Jerry's own 
sexual drives were orally oriented. Otherwise it is unlikely he would have 
known an entire coterie of men interested in oral sex. 

However, we are not especially concerned with Jerry's sexual needs and 
drives, except insofar as they affect Lili. 

Lili had her own biological drives--she was biologically mature at 
fifteen--and a strong, inculcated (by her mother's tirades) repulsion for 
"getting a baby." This, in turn, had been reinforced by the surreptitious 
whisperings of her peer group--much of it, as she admits with clearer 
hindsight, inaccurate and absurd, with just enough of a hint of truth to 
bewilder a child. 

She did know enough about reproduction to be certain that her primary sex 
organ should remain inviolate. Even her later knowledge--acquired probably 
from Judy--that the Pill was an effective deterrent against "getting a baby" 
was not sufficient to reorient her toward heterosexual intercourse. Since, 
by that time, she had learned to derive considerable sexual pleasure from 
oral eroticism, she could have no great compulsion to try what she calls 
"regular sex." 

Sigmund Freud, generally considered the father of modern psychoanalysis and 
certainly one of the great students of sexual behavior, has noted that 
participation in sex is rarely for the sole purpose of procreation but is 
"the hedonistic gratification of the sexual drive." 

Certainly Lili fits this pattern set out by Freud. She not only was not 
interested in reproduction but was adamantly opposed to it. Her sole 
interest in sex was her personal enjoyment of the reactions of her body to 
sexual stimuli. It was, in this sense, the purest example of "the hedonistic 
gratification of the sexual drive," noted by Sigmund Freud. 

It is quite likely that Lili was not aware of her own emotional drive toward 
sex. Curious she certainly was, made so by her mother's violently expressed 
attitude. This curiosity manifested itself in her careful inspection of her 
young charge's sex organ as he lay nude and sleeping. Her immediate 
reaction, the effort toward masturbation, demonstrates the intensity of her 
unconscious drive toward sex. 

This her eventual seducer immediately detected. Jerry was undoubtedly 
hypersensitive to just such emotional problems, since he must have had one 
of his own. That he was an opportunist is quite apparent. He lost no time in 
making an approach to Lili, catching her--just after her effort at 
masturbation--in a highly receptive mood. That she was both flattered--by 
the car, the adult interest in her--and emotionally preconditioned--by her 
surreptitious survey of the young boy's penis and her own masturbation--made 
her ideally susceptible to Jerry's approach. 

While it cannot be said she "actively initiated" the sexual approach, she 
certainly was not "a helpless victim" and did "play an active role" in her 
delinquency. 

* * * 

"I don't hear anything from Jerry for a couple or three days, and it's 
Friday, which is usually a good baby-sitting night, only, for some reason, I 
haven't got a job. Sometimes folks don't call till the last minute and get 
mad if you have a job that night. 

"So I'm up at the corner drugstore, having a soda and treating my girl 
friend, Emily, outa that ten dollars Jerry gimme. I keep that, sorta secret, 
not knowin' how to explain an extra ten bucks to Mom and Aunt Beth. So I'm 
just having fun with it. I'm even planning, if I don't get a baby-sitting 
job, to maybe go to a movie and tell Aunt Beth Emily invited me and is 
paying. I make a sort of date with Emily we'll go see this movie--if I don't 
get a baby-sitting job. 

"When I get to Aunt Beth's house she's got a job for me. 'I wrote it down. 
All the perticklers. Mrs. J wants you to baby-sit her two kids, little 
girls, five and seven. Says Mrs. W recommended you. And that's their phone 
number, in case you can't come. Only I know you ain't got a job so I told 
'em to count on you. It's from seven o'clock on. Till maybe late, he said. 
So remember, after twelve, the price is double.' "I don't know any Mrs. J , 
but if she's a friend of Mrs. W 's, it's okay by me. Then the name hits me. 
It's Jerry! Only I don't know he's married and got two kids. I'm kinda 
disappointed in him, not telling me he is married. And I bet Mrs. W don't 
know, neither. 

"I don't really catch on till he's there in his sports car and picking me 
up. I start to tell him I think he's mean, not telling me he's married. But 
just then he chuckles. 'See, kid. I told you you could get a baby-sitting 
job that don't mean baby-sitting--just fun.' Then I get it. This is what 
he's talking about. A fake job. And a whole evening to have fun in. Real, 
breathtaking fun. 

"Jerry really is a bachelor. Well, not really. He's divorced, but that's the 
same. And he has a nice house. Big. Modern. And a place he can drive the car 
practically inside, so I can get into the house without anybody seeing me. 
The house doesn't really face the street but out on a backyard he calls a 
patio. And real modern furniture, deep and wide. Good for sprawling. So I 
sprawl, which hikes my skirt up, and Jerry is looking real hard at my legs 
and up inside, to where my panties show. That makes me start getting hot 
right off. 

"Jerry draws the drapes so nobody can't see in from the patio and comes over 
to look down at me. 'Kid, we'll have fun,' he says, and laughs. 

'With no babies, eh?' And hauls me up to give me a real hot-tonguing kiss, 
all the time running his hands down my back and over my rump, starting 
things going hotter than ever. 'There's no hurry,' he says. 'We got 
hours--and nobody to butt in. So we take it easy. Get in some real buildup.' 
He's already undone my skirt and it drops down, so I've only got on panties 
and my blouse. He starts undoing my blouse and unhooks my bra and flings 
that aside. And the first thing I know, I'm just wearing panties and my 
calf-length socks. And I like the feel of not wearing anything, on account 
the night is awful warm--and I'm hotter, just having him look at my tits. He 
kisses me, and then holds me off. 

"He turns me around, patting my fanny. 'Just walk around like that, Lili. 
You've got a beautiful little body. Go on, walk.' "I guess I suddenly get 
shy, 'cause I want to huddle all up, but I try to walk around. And after a 
minute or so I get more confident, I guess, and straighten up, with my 
breasts stuck out and walk around. First, just--around. Then I get 
interested in some of the things he's got, big wooden masks all painted up, 
and bronze figures, not really pretty but sort of interesting. And then I 
hear him say, 'Take off your panties, Lili.' So I do. Just like that. I drop 
'em and step out of 'em, with my back to him, on account I'm looking at this 
wood figure that has a great big pecker, lots bigger than the figure should 
have. Mighty near as big as its leg. And standing straight out, like he's 
ready for a big fuck. 

"Jerry calls out, real soft, 'Turn around, Lili, so I can see all of you.' I 
turn, trying to make it slow and teasing. And see Jerry is naked, too, with 
his pecker standing straight up, big and shiny. He beckons to me and I walk 
toward him, suddenly getting scared again, on account it looks like he wants 
to fuck--like stick that dong in me. And I know that makes babies. 

"I stand in front of him, scared. 'Please! You said you wouldn't give me a 
baby! Please don't screw me!' He shakes his head slow, his tongue darting 
out. 'I don't intend to, Lili. Just like last time, only better. Lots 
better. You'll see.' And pulls me on to the couch beside him, so our legs 
are touching and I can feel the hotness of him and look down at his dong 
standing up and quivering. 

"He leans over and kisses me, real gentle. 'Just--slow, kid. Just--slow.' 
Then leans over so far I have to almost lie down, with my tits tight up 
against his chest. He stretches me out on that big, big couch and looks at 
me, so I'm gulping for breath. Then he slides to the floor beside the couch 
and starts kissing my breasts while one hand plays around on my legs, 
sliding down to the tops of my socks and all the way back up to my cunt, 
playing there for a few minutes and then starting over. 

"He runs his tongue over my titties and sucks on my nipples so hard I arch 
up a little, trying to push 'em deeper into his mouth. Then he runs his 
tongue right down to my belly button, and swirls it around in there, making 
me almost sick with excitement--and runs it on down to my slit. My legs just 
naturally open up for him, and he runs it along the creases between my 
pelvis and my legs and on down, right on to my cunt--and pulls back, 
starting all over again, until I'm moaning and grabbing at his shoulders, to 
push him tighter on to me. I let go with one hand and fumble alongside the 
couch till I find his leg and slide my hand around until I can grab his 
prick, big and pulsing. 

"Jerry eases my hand off. 'Don't get me going too fast, Lili. We want this 
to be a real wowzer! Just let me play with you. I'll tell you something, 
Lili. Men go off lots quicker than girls, so I like to get in a little 
playtime on you, so we can have a big bang together. Get you really stirred 
up.' "So I let go his pecker, though I'm ready enough. I could grab it now 
and suck on it, tasting him. I have to double my hands into fists to keep 
from grabbing him and pulling him to me. Only I know I can't. I mean, he's 
stronger than I am--and right then I ain't got any strength at all. I'm just 
limp and aching--and getting more so as he plays with my titties and runs 
his tongue over my stomach and down my legs. I want to take off my 
calf-length socks but Jerry says no, they make things more sexy. 

"I'm so excited I'm almost heaving my cookies, when Jerry finally lifts me 
and turns me across the couch, so my head is almost off one edge and my legs 
draped over the big bolster pillow at the back, wide open. I can look right 
down me, squinting a little, and see over my breasts and down my stomach and 
the little mound of my snatch and up my legs. I don't know why it is, but 
those calf-length socks do make things seem more sexy. 

"Jerry kisses me, upside down, and starts working his way down my body, 
teasing at my titties and advancing a little ahead with his hands, so they 
get to my cunt a little ahead of his tongue. I know it's open for him--I can 
feel it--and already wet. 

"He slides his hands under my little ass and snakes up on my cunt from the 
rear with his hands, his fingers spreading the lips and playing with my clit 
until I'm whimpering. Then I see his pecker, big and stiff and pulsing, 
right at my head. I reach for it, hanging on like it's gonna take a holiday 
before I can get it in my mouth. I squeeze a little and Jerry moans, but not 
like he's hurt. 

"He clamps his mouth down on my slit and starts sucking, his tongue running 
in and out and wiggling around. So exciting I almost forget to put his dick 
in my mouth, only I see that big drop of glisten and I lean up to taste it. 
And lick at his bulb and squeeze on his prick a little. And tug at it, 
pulling it to my mouth. Jerry lets me get it in and then lets his whole body 
down, until his stomach is brushing my titties--and rams his dong deep into 
my mouth. He forces my head back, down on the edge of the couch, his pecker 
sliding in and out. I'm sucking so my cheeks go in and out as he pumps. 

"I'm humping some, trying to get more of his tongue in my cunt and liking 
the feel of his hands and lips on my slit. And loving the taste of him. All 
the time things are winding up inside me. Way up my cunt, up just under my 
belly button, it seems. 

"Maybe Jerry hasn't shaved that evening, or maybe it's the way he's pressing 
down so hard, but I can feel the rub of his whiskers on the sides of my 
legs. And taste him! So there's sensation all up me, from my little crotch 
to my throat. And even down my legs, which are quivering with tension. I'm 
glad I'm not standing up. 

"About then I know I'm gonna explode. Really bust wide open down at my cunt 
and way up inside. I'm pumping juices, and Jerry is lapping them up. And his 
dong feels big and pulsy in my mouth. And then it happens, all at once. 

"Jerry humps up and rams his prick way down my throat, just as I explode up 
in me, pumping down more and more juices for him to suck. And his dong 
swells, once, really big, perty near choking me--and lets go with a big hot 
gush down my throat. It keeps pumping for so long I think maybe I'll drown, 
but it tastes so rich and good I almost don't mind. Anyway, other things are 
happening all up in me so maybe breathing isn't so important. Only just 
about then his dong starts to wilt. Not much, but some. And he's pulling it 
out, real slow, so I have a chance to lick at it. 

"We stay like that for a while, his lips against my slit and his tongue way 
up my cunt, lapping juices, and I've got the bulb of his prick in my mouth, 
licking and sucking. And tasting. I'm still quivering and my legs don't want 
to work so well. They're limp and quivering, too. Even when Jerry rolls out 
with a great big sigh and folds up on the couch beside me, one arm up and 
touching my titties, I'm still tense and quivery. But feeling good. Real 
good. I can just turn my head a little and see his pecker deflate, drooping 
and getting smaller. I play with it with my hand, just a little, and it 
quivers some but doesn't start getting big again. 

"Finally, when we've both got our wind back a little, he straightens me out 
on the couch and lays down beside me, talking softly, telling me how great 
it was. Like I didn't know. Only it's nice to have him right by me, naked, 
his body and legs warm--and where I can feel his shudders and he can feel 
mine. 

"I drop one hand down on his pecker, and it's soft now, with some quivers 
still in it. And Jerry's got a hand on my tit and one down by my cunt, just 
fingering lightly. He murmurs, almost sleepily, 'And we've still got plenty 
of time.' "Like it's all gonna happen again. 

"It does, and I like it then as much or maybe more than the first time, 
because it lasts a little longer. And tastes better. I dunno why, it just 
does. We sleep a little after that, so it's past one when I have to get up 
and go home. Even dressing in front of Jerry is exciting, on account I 
remember so much of that evening while I'm putting on my bra and sliding 
into my panties. Plus Jerry reaches over every now and then to pat me and 
stroke my titties or something. 

"Jerry gives me twenty bucks for the evening. Seven is for the imaginary 
baby-sitting and the rest is for me, seeing as I have to turn over the 
baby-sitting money to Aunt Beth. As we're driving home Jerry tells me to 
keep Fridays open for these special 'baby-sitting' jobs--whenever I can and 
he can, in between. 

"I can promise to keep Fridays open, but I can't tell if I'm gonna get real 
baby-sitting jobs other nights. He'll just have to check with Aunt Beth. And 
not too often, or she'll get suspicious. And that I don't need. 

"So Jerry says he'll be discreet. 

"Even so, Jerry calls twice during the next week. The first time I got 
female troubles, which, for once, I'm glad to have, on account that proves 
Jerry is right and I don't get a baby, and the next time I've got a real 
sure-enough baby-sitting job, but I promise, where Aunt Beth can hear me, 
that I'll keep Friday open for the J 's. 

"And that sets things really going, because Jerry is the one getting 
impatient and wanting me. And we really have a ball that Friday. We go down 
on each other three times, each better than the last, until I'm so weak he 
practically has to carry me to the car. I revive some, driving home, but I'm 
really pooped. I stay in bed late on Saturday, which sometimes Aunt Beth 
lets me, because the rest of the days I really do help around the house. And 
my baby-sitting brings in money. Cash she can spend, not waiting for Mom's 
payday or nothing. 

"The fourth Friday Jerry asks me if I mind doing it with another guy he 
knows who likes sex that away. I hadn't never thought of doing it with 
anybody but Jerry. I mean, I hadn't never thought of doing it at all, until 
Jerry come along. And I'm kinda shivery about it. Some strange guy! But the 
idea kinda--well, gets under my skin. You know. Something different. Like I 
want to know is it just Jerry or is this kinda sex really fun, all on its 
own. So finally I say yes, if that's what Jerry wants. So we set it up for 
next Friday. 

"Jerry picks me up that Friday, just like it's another baby-sitting job, and 
we go to his house. This Walt guy is waiting. He is something like Jerry, 
only not so cute. And he looks me over, like a farmer buying a plow horse. 
'She's only a kid, Jerry. We could get into trouble. Real trouble.' . "Jerry 
hugs me and laughs. 'Don't worry. Lili is discreet. And a great little 
number. Really great. And wait till you see her figure! A real doll, Walt. A 
living doll!' "Even if I'd figgered on doing it with a different man and 
made up my mind I would, 'cause I really like sex, still I'm getting goose 
pimples all over, just at the idea of taking off my clothes in front of a 
stranger. Like I mean, it's one thing to get led into it, gradual, like 
Jerry done with me, and sump'n else when you go in cold turkey and just get 
naked in front of a stranger. Specially knowing what he's gonna do to you, 
like sticking his dong in your mouth and sucking you off. Only, you know, 
it's kinda funny, thinking about what's gonna get done to me makes the goose 
pimples go down and I begin to warm up a little in my snatch. 

"Jerry is holding me and letting one hand just sort of droop over my tit, 
playing with it, almost absentminded like, while he's talking. And that 
begins to get me worked up. I dunno why tits work thataway because what 
happens don't happen there--but they do. Must sorta be like you push a 
button on the wall and a light goes on in the ceiling. There's some sorta 
connection. 

"And that's what's happening to me. Jerry's hand just sorta undoes the 
buttons on my blouse. I don't have no bra on, seeing as I knew what was 
gonna happen. First thing I know, Jerry's got my blouse undone and hanging 
open and there are my tits, sticking straight out, and the nipples starting 
to get hard and tilt up a little. 

"Jerry sorta half turns me away, so I don't look at Walt, who is sitting up 
now, taking notice. He bends down, whispering, 'Don't panic, kid,' and then 
brushes his lips against my nipple, kinda nibbling with his mouth and easing 
my blouse off, running his hand down my back, to the band of my skirt, 
playing with it, and sweet-talking me, so I'm beginning to quiver all up my 
front. 

"My skirt drops down. I don't have on panties, either. Like I say, what's 
the use? Except for my shoes and calf-length socks, I'm naked. And Jerry's 
hands are wandering, which feels awful good. So good I almost forget about 
this Walt character. One hand slides down my front and across my slit, 
moving easy, and the other moves down my back and around, under my arm, just 
moving my tit a little, pushing it up against his chest. I lift my face and 
he slides his mouth over mine, giving me a real hot tonguing that pretty 
near reaches my tonsils. 

"Jerry keeps his hand on my snatch and holds me real firm at the shoulders 
and lifts me, his hand pressing hard up on my hot box and his fingers 
working, so I'm kinda weak and excited. He carries me like that to the big 
couch, with my head almost buried in his neck. One shoe drops off, then the 
other. But they ain't going nowhere. The floor's down there to catch 'em, 
ain't it? They ain't walking, without me in 'em. 

"And hands me over to Walt. Just puts me in his arms, and I'm being snuggled 
up against his chest. I hide my face against Walt's shoulder so he can't see 
if I'm blushing. I think I am, on account my face feels hot, almost as hot 
as my snatch. And Walt keeps right on where Jerry left off. One arm around 
my shoulders and a hand playing with my tit and the other running slow and 
easy up and down my leg, inside my thigh, just brushing my cunt and slipping 
away. 

"It's so much like what Jerry's always done to me to get me hotted up that I 
am pretty soon getting over my panic and beginning to like what's happening. 
Walt cranes his head around and kisses me on the ear. So I lift my face then 
and give him my mouth and we have a real hot tongue-kissing, which gets 
hotter as his fingers begin playing around and up my slit. 

"I haven't looked at Walt since Jerry started playing with me, so I'm kinda 
surprised when I drop my hand and feel his bare leg--and fumble around to 
feel his dong. 

"It seems to me it's bigger around than Jerry's but maybe not so long. But 
I'm so stirred up and churned up I can't really tell. I just hang on, 
feeling it jump and quiver in my hand and get awful hard. And he's holding 
me off a little and kissing my titties and tonguing my nipples till, like 
usual, I can't breathe. And I can see he's only got his sport shirt on. If 
he'd had another hand maybe he'd unbutton it. So, with my free hand I 
unbutton it for him, whilst he's tonguing my nipples--and they're hard, real 
hard. 

"Walt's shirt falls open. He's got more hair on his chest than Jerry, I 
think, though I honestly ain't been paying that much attention to Jerry's 
chest. Walt lays me out on the couch and sort of crouches by it, looking at 
my titties and letting his eyes slide all the way down me, which is almost 
like having his hand do it. One hand keeps playing with my titties while he 
shucks out of his shirt. Then he transfers hands and slides that one 
out--and he's naked. 

"Walt leans way over me, bending down, so his chest just brushes my breasts, 
wiggling, just a little. I'm beginning to moan a little and reach again for 
his dong, alongside the couch. It's plenty hard and really jerking and 
quivering, like he's ready. Only he keeps on playing with me, teasing my 
nipples with his tongue and letting his hands play around my cunt, opening 
it up and teasing my clit, so I hump up with a squeal. He slides his tongue 
down my belly and along those creases, and down into my slit, which two of 
his fingers are holding open. His tongue works hard and quick, in little 
darting motions, in and out and sideways, till I'm wriggling and near about 
to scream. And I want his dick in my mouth. I want to taste him, and feel my 
throat stretch and "Walt turns me on the couch, so my head's perty near 
hanging over and my legs are cocked up on the bolster and slides his tongue 
all up and down me, till I'm wriggling. I've got ahold of his dong and I 
keep trying to pull it up to my mouth. Then suddenly he leans way over, 
sliding his chest down my front, and clamps his mouth on my slit, his tongue 
pushing in and out. And humps his hips, so his pecker is aiming right at me. 

"It's bigger than Jerry's all the way, I can see, and a little pointier. 
Kinda tapering. I milk it a little and suddenly he lowers his hips and jams 
his dong right in my mouth, before I even get a chance to lick at his 
glistening gob. But I taste him right away. He humps up and down, sliding 
his dong almost out of my mouth and then deep in, while my tongue is lapping 
at that good man-taste of him. 

"I think maybe things build a little faster with Walt, or maybe it only 
seems so, but suddenly I'm squirming and moaning and about ready to explode, 
letting everything and moaning and about ready to explode, letting 
everything go inside. Walt raises up, till I have to raise my head a little 
to keep his prick in my mouth--and then he just drops down, driving that 
dong so far down my throat it seems he'll never get it out. And he quivers 
there, just barely moving up and down, his little bush scratching a little 
on my chin and his balls knocking against my nose. 

"And way up me juices are busting loose, and his tongue is screwing around 
inside my cunt like he's eating my juices with his tongue. And his big 
tapered dong is pulsing like crazy--and then it lets go. I can feel his come 
pulse down his dong and down my throat, way deep in. And taste him. Oh, 
man-oh-man, it's good! Wonderful! What's happening up my cunt and what's 
going down my throat. Wow! But good! Maybe better than with Jerry. Only, I 
think each time with Jerry is better than the last, so maybe it's just 
building. 

"We lie like that for a little while. It can't be long, on account of I 
can't breathe with his dong so far down my gullet, but it's already 
shrinking and sliding out. So I get a chance to lick it and taste his come 
and still breathe a little. Walt keeps his mouth pressed over my slit, 
licking up the juices and sliding his tongue around inside, scooping up the 
last bit, it seems like. 

"Finally Walt sighs and slides off me, pulling himself up my front, letting 
his tongue play tricks as it goes up to teasing my nipples and finally 
sliding into my mouth so we have an upside-down tongue-kissing. Then he 
stands up, staggering a little. And I just lie there. 

"Then I look up to see Jerry is naked, too, with his dong up and raring to 
go, quivering. He grins at me. 'What about it, Lili? Can you take another? 
He leans over me, starting to tongue my nipples before I can even answer. 
And then there ain't no need to answer. I'm shivering and pushing my titties 
up at him. He runs his tongue down me, all the way to my slit, leaving his 
pecker hanging smack in front of me. 

"And I'm ready to go again. I grab his pecker and start pulling it toward my 
mouth, like I can't never get enough of tasting that man-taste. 

"And it seems I can't. When Jerry finally lets go, pumping his come down my 
throat, I figger that's it--and I'm sucking like crazy to get the best of 
it. Only that ain't all. 

"Soon as Jerry is finished, Walt is back, ready for another round. And it 
all starts over. I don't even move from my position on the couch, head just 
at the edge and my legs cocked up. And Walt goes down on me again, and again 
I'm sucking like a starved calf on a cow's tit--only it's Walt's dick. 

"And then Jerry is ready again. And I take him. 

"Three times for each of 'em, and I'm bushed. 

"Along about one o'clock Jerry wakes me up. He's dressed, and Walt is gone. 
'Can you make it home, baby?' he says, and helps me up. My legs still feel a 
little rubbery and my stomach heaves a coupl'a times, but I'm all right. 
Jerry gives me some milk and cookies and that sets me up. He suggests maybe 
I better take a shower and that really perks me up. I'm almost ready for 
another round, but Jerry helps me into my clothes, just playing with my 
titties a little and patting my rump. 

"Jerry gives me his usual twenty, and then, looking at the clock, adds 
another five. 'For overtime.' Then hands me five tens. 'That's Walt's 
contribution.' "I stare at all that money. 'What'll I do with it, Jerry? 
Aunt Beth and Mom'll know I never earned that much baby-sitting.' "Jerry 
frowns over that a minute. 'Tell you what. I'll keep it for you and next 
week you can open a bank account with it. You know how to handle a bank 
account?' "I've heard enough about bank accounts from Aunt Beth, it seems I 
could operate a bank, so I nod. Jerry grins. 'It'll be a start, Lili. A 
start.' "I don't understand what he means till the next Friday when he picks 
me up for 'baby-sitting.' He drives a ways and then stops, turning to me. 
'Look, Lili, there's lotsa guys that like sex the way you can do it. Lots. 
And they pay plenty of money for it. Plenty even just watch.' "That sounds 
kinda kooky to me. Who wants to watch sex? When you can get it for real. But 
there is guys like that. I know. I've met plenty since that night. 

"Anyway, Jerry is holding me kinda light and feeling my breasts and sliding 
his hand up my legs, so I'm getting excited right there in the car. I'm 
kinda scared, but I remember I was scared about Walt, too, and it turned out 
just fine. So I kiss Jerry, tonguing a little and say, 'Sure. What's the 
harm, so long as I don't get a baby. You promise that?' "Jerry promises and 
we start off again, not to his house but somewhere else. There's maybe 
six-eight men there and a room with a big Hollywood bed in it. I'm shivery, 
but Jerry fixes the lights so I can't see the men and it's almost like we're 
alone when he undresses me and starts playing with my titties and laying me 
on the bed, and lapping at my cunt--and ramming his prick down my throat. 
While that's happening, I forget all about the men watching. Who can think 
of that when you're having a ball with sex? "When Jerry gets through, Walt 
takes me again, almost before I've got time to catch my breath. And then 
some other guy comes to the bed, a guy I never seen before--and we're 
working on each other. Before I know it, I've done sucked off five guys--and 
believe you me, I'm pooped. Sex is fun, but five in a row! At least, when I 
sucked off both Walt and Jerry there is a little time in-between, but this 
is continuous. One, two, three... 

"That seems enough for the guys. They're satisfied. Why not? They've had a 
two-hour show of some real fancy sex, and three of 'em, not counting Jerry 
and Walt, have gone down on me. What's more, Jerry gives me two hundred and 
fifty dollars--plus my regular 'baby-sitting' money--on the way home. Two 
hundred and fifty dollars! Wow! For having fun! So I'm getting more money 
than I've ever seen before. 

"Of course, I'm droopy the next day, but so what? Aunt Beth says maybe I'm 
working too hard and staying up too late, but I tell her it's all right. I 
like being able to help out. Only I don't tell how much more I could help 
out. I've got better'n three hundred dollars in the bank. For having fun and 
not getting any babies. 

"Some Friday nights I make maybe four hundred or four fifty, going down on 
guys and letting 'em go down on me. But I always start off with Jerry, on 
account I like him best. I guess a girl always likes her first man best. 

"Then Jerry introduces a girl into it. She's not as young as me, but real 
cute. At first I'm sorta confused over what we do, but she sets me straight. 
She's no lez, either. Just a kid out to make some dough. It ain't even real 
fun to her, like it is to me. But we get on all right. She takes some of the 
guys, too, sort of spelling me. And once in a while we are both going down 
on guys, the same time. Double-decking, Jerry calls it. 

"And other ways, too, like this girl--her name is Judy or she calls herself 
that, just Judy--she sucks off a guy and the guy sucks off me whilst I'm 
sucking off a third guy who is sucking off Judy. Daisy-chain. 

"And then there is movies. Not real for-theater-showing movies. Just what 
Jerry calls 'art films.' And I'm making money like crazy, man. Seems lotsa 
guys like to look at girls suckin' off guys and getting sucked off. In all 
kindsa positions, some of 'em not so comfortable, but all of 'em exciting. 
I'm not doing it for the money, see, even if it's nice to see the bank 
account growing. It's the fun and excitement, without being afraid I'll get 
a baby. 

"Judy don't mind getting screwed, regular fashion, but I don't go for it. I 
mean, I'm scared of getting a baby. Oh, I know there's the Pill. Now I do. 
But still, Mom has built up such a scare in me, I don't know as I'll ever 
get around to screwing regular man-woman fashion. 

"Oh, I know you psychiatrist guys want to 'readjust me' to what you figure 
is 'normal sex,' but why? I been having fun. And getting paid for it, too. I 
guess it was the movies tipped you off to raid the place, only I don't know 
how. 

"Oh, I moved out'a Aunt Beth's a year or so ago. Got me a nice little 
apartment with Judy. But we don't suck each other off, like lez's would. Me, 
'cause I don't much care for it and her because she only does it to get 
paid. And I like men and the way they taste. So that ain't bein' a lez, is 
it? So I think you're making a real 'thing' outa nothing. I only took this 
here 'psychiatric therapy' or whatever, on account the court said I had to 
or go to jail. And there ain't any men in a woman's jail. So I tell you I'm 
all fixed up, huh. All 'normal' again. And maybe you want me to prove by 
screwing you? Okay, okay! Keep your hair shirt on. I'm only kidding. I 
wouldn't anyway. Why? 

"I dunno. Honest, I don't. No it ain't anything like saving my virginity or 
nothing like that. Leastwise, I don't think so, though maybe a psychiatrist 
like you could figure that out. Session over?" 

* * * 

No, the chances are that Lillian is going to have to go through a great 
number of psychotherapeutic sessions before she reaches the final one--if 
ever. The twisted fear that has been ingrained in the girl by her mother, 
her obvious obsession with oral-genital lovemaking (the profit is a side 
"benefit" as she admits herself), and her attitude prohibit the voicing of 
any optimistic prognosis. 

 CHAPTER TWO - Nanny the Mouth 

"I guess you could call me the proverbial poor rich kid. Both my parents 
were high up in the social register, and neither had time for me, so they 
put me in the charge of my nanny. 

"And I remember nanny better than anybody else from my childhood, mostly 
because she was responsible for fucking me up. 

"Nanny was thirty-two years old when she came to work for my parents, and 
she was a looker. A Norwegian girl, with long blonde hair and a big set of 
knockers. To this day the chauffeur still talks about her, when his wife, 
the cook, isn't around, that is. "Well, Bridgett--that was nanny's 
name--took an instant like to me. Man, did she. That first night she spent 
in my room she proved that to me. 

"I was three years old, but I remember what she did to me and what she made 
me do to her like it was yesterday. 

"I remember she was giving me a bath. I guess I was messing around with the 
soap and water like any three-year-old would do, and so, to calm me down, 
Bridgett puts her hand on my little pecker and starts to stroke me. Now, 
believe it or not, I was only three, but my cock responded. I don't think it 
got hard or anything like that, but I know damned well that it felt good. 

"The more she stroked, the better I liked it, and as soon as she'd pull her 
hand away I'd start wailing. And when I was a kid I sure could wail. So 
Bridgett put the hand back. She kept rubbing and rubbing and I got to like 
her better and better. 

"Finally, I guess, all the action on my pecker got me sleepy. Something did, 
because I can remember falling sound asleep right there in the bathtub. 

"Then, the next thing I knew I was in bed. But not in my bed. I was in 
Bridgett's and she was bare-assed naked and she had me positioned right 
between her legs. 

"She sort of pulled my head up between her legs and angled my face so I was 
looking right up her cunt. Of course, I didn't know it was a cunt at the 
time, and neither did I know that what she wanted me to suck on was her 
clitoris. And the third thing I didn't know was just how fucking big 
Bridgett's clit was. I know it filled my mouth, and felt good for me to suck 
on. I guess you could say it was the size of a small cock. 

"Anyway, that's the way we went to sleep that first night. After stroking me 
until I was ready for bed, she got me between her legs and I somehow managed 
to spend the whole night with her clit in my mouth. I guess I sucked her off 
even in my sleep. She sure did seem happy. 

"There were a couple of improvements in Bridgett's and my relationship over 
the next couple of years. She got to the point where, instead of just 
stroking my prick, she'd lean down and suck on it. Course, I don't think I 
ever came, but it sure felt good. And, eventually, she got me to expand my 
little sex act. I'd suck on the clit, sure, but I'd also eat out her whole 
pussy, shoving my face against those soft cunt lips and getting my tongue up 
in there as far as it would go- "And that went on every damned night. I was 
the best behaved kid in the world because all I could think of and look 
forward to was getting my bath and going to bed. I'd want to go to bed at 
three o'clock in the afternoon. 

"Of course, this idyllic little relationship came to an end when I started 
school. Bridgett was told she was no longer needed--I cried for a fucking 
week--and was sent to another couple whom my parents knew. I hope their kid 
was as lucky as I was. 

"But when I look back on it, I guess I really wasn't so lucky, because now 
that I'm eighteen I've got the biggest damned hang-up in the world. 

"I spend ninety per cent of my time looking for a blonde number, with big 
knockers, who'll suck me off and let me suck her off. That's all I want, 
man. All I think about. 

"And it's been that way almost since the day Bridgett left. In grade school 
it wasn't so bad, but I still thought about it. I even went to see Bridgett 
once. Had to take four different buses. But I got there. And when I did, 
Bridgett wouldn't have anything to do with me. Sure, she was pleasant 
enough, but she wouldn't let me suck on her and she wouldn't suck on me. 

"I hated her guts for years. 

"And when I got a little older, things got worse. I'd dream of Bridgett 
every damned night, and have a wet dream over her just about every night. 
Course, the position I was in didn't help matters much. My parents sent me 
to a military school way out in the boondocks and the only thing I could 
find in way of consolation was my own hand. And one of the teachers told us 
if we jacked off too much we'd get pimples on our necks. And I didn't want 
any of that shit. So I dreamed of Bridgett and messed up my bed almost every 
night. 

"I finally got out of that rotten school when I was seventeen. Left the 
military behind me forever, I hope. And when it came to picking out 
colleges, I naturally picked the one in the biggest city I could find. New 
York. Columbia University. I figured if I couldn't find a pussy to eat out 
in New York City, I'd never find one. 

"I got an apartment with two other guys who'd been to military school with 
me and started looking. Looking for pussy to suck, I mean. And it didn't 
take long. Man, you'd be surprised just how many of those 'liberated' chicks 
like to have their pussies eaten out. And they're not above giving a guy a 
little head now and again either. 

"We had a party in the apartment the first weekend we were there. I had a 
date with this blonde--naturally--named Sara. She spelled it S-a-r-a. Great 
looking girl. She was a little stuck-up, but her folks had money, so I guess 
she was entitled to be. 

"We got stoned out of our minds on grass and white wine. Man, we were all 
beautiful. Sitting around, staring sometimes, and sometimes rapping. 

"Sara was looking better and better to me, and then, when she sort of 
shifted her ass around on the floor, her skirt raised up even farther on her 
leg. I mean, if I had bent down a half inch I could have seen her goddamned 
pussy. 

"Now, I'm not a man to let an opportunity like that slip by. I put my hand 
on her knee and started to move up. I expected her to pull away, or slam me 
on the side of the head, but she didn't. She just sat there and sort of 
giggled. Which was fine with me. "I moved my hand farther up, on her inner 
thigh. Christ, she felt good. Soft and smooth. Beautiful legs. I could feel 
my cock jamming against my pants, wanting to get out and into that gorgeous 
giggling mouth of hers. 

"None of the other guys or their dates were paying much attention to Sara 
and me, so that left the field wide open. I leaned over and kissed her on 
the mouth and at the same time ran my hand up all the way under her dress. I 
ran my finger over her cunt hairs. She had pants on, but I could still feel 
them. 

"Let me tell you, that was the closest I'd come to pussy in years. But I'd 
been dreaming of it forever. 

"I kissed her again and kept my hand right up there on her cunt. She felt a 
little wet through her pants, which turned me on even more. And then, while 
we were still licking and sucking around on each other's mouth, she reached 
over and grabbed a handful of my cock. Sure, it was through my pants, but I 
still almost shot off the second she touched me. 

"It occurred to me right then and there that I had nothing to lose by trying 
what I wanted to do. So what if she slugged me and walked out? I barely knew 
her at all. Hell, she was the first girl I ever dated in New York. If she 
took off, there were a million others who wouldn't. 

"I moved my hand around on her cunt until I could slip a couple of fingers 
under her pants. So far so good. I was down to the hair. And it was wild. I 
wasn't in the position to take hold of her clit, so I just slowly slid my 
middle finger up her pussy. She gasped a little but still didn't move away 
from me. 

"I had my back to the other people in the room, but I thought they had to be 
watching me, and that just about blew my mind. Hell, I was going to get the 
biggest reputation possible as a goddamned lover. 

"I added another finger up her cunt. I found the clit but I still wasn't in 
a very good position to do anything on it. Just rub it. Sara was groaning 
like crazy now and she just kept feeling up my cock. 

"Man, I just knew I was going to get what I'd always wanted. And right on 
the fucking living-room floor. Right in front of everybody. 

"I gently eased her back until she was lying on the floor. We were still 
kissing and I was still working on her cunt. I wanted her pants off. So I 
slipped my fingers out of her and slowly ran my hand up her belly to the 
waistband. I got on the waistband and started to pull. Goddamn, if she 
didn't raise her ass and let me pull her pants down. Down on her thighs. 
Down past her calves. And off! Holy Christ, within minutes I had her pants 
off. 

"Now the coast was clear to that pussy I'd been after so long. For a second 
or two I was afraid to touch her. I was so excited I was scared I'd shoot my 
wad as soon as my hand touched her. But I didn't. I controlled myself and I 
put my hand on her silky pussy hairs. I felt the moisture. God, my heart was 
beating like it was going to explode. 

"Slowly, then, I started to inch down her body, kissing her tits and belly 
through her blouse. I sort of neglected them. It wasn't that I wasn't 
interested; I was just too anxious to get to her pussy. 

"I had her skirt up around her waist and I could see what I wanted coming 
into view. I let my tongue lap down her lower belly, and there I was. Moist 
hairs almost sticking in my face. 

"Just for a second, I turned around. I wanted to see if anybody was watching 
us. They were. My two buddies were sitting there with their mouths open. 
Staring. The girls were watching, too, but they didn't seem as excited. 

"I closed my eyes and swallowed a huge lump in my throat. Then I lowered my 
face, right on that damp cunt. I licked her pussy lips and slowly eased my 
tongue inside. She tasted so damned sweet. She just about filled my mouth 
with her juices. 

"And then, with my tongue, I found her clit. It wasn't nearly as big as 
Bridgett's had been, but it was big enough first to lick and then get my 
mouth on. I closed my lips over it and felt the greatest thrill of my life 
when it started to twitch. I sucked as hard as I could, until Sara was 
almost writhing on the floor. I sucked some more and Sara groaned even 
louder. 

"I stuck my tongue back up into her pussy, shoving it up into her as far as 
it would go. I twirled my tongue, eating out and licking out the insides of 
her pussy. 

"My cock by this time had my pants soaking wet. Sara was still reaching down 
and squeezing it. I knew I'd have to shoot soon. I was that excited. 

"While I still had my tongue up inside her, I reached down and moved her 
hand away for a second. Wildly, I unzipped my fly and reached in my pants. I 
cursed myself for wearing underwear, but finally I got my prick out in the 
air. I reached for her hand and moved it to my cock. She sighed her 
appreciation, which made me feel about ten feet high. 

"I pulled my face away from her pussy for just a second and looked over at 
her. 'Suck it,' I said softly. 'Suck my cock.' "I didn't think she'd do it. 
Especially not in front of those other people, but she scooted 
around--keeping her pussy glued to my mouth--and pretty soon we were lying 
side by side. She reached over with her mouth and I felt my cock slip into 
that warm, wet hole. My whole body shook with excitement. I was ready to 
shoot. But she seemed to sense that and backed off a little, playing with 
just the tip with her tongue, then licking me up and down the shaft. 

"I got control of myself and reached for her. I pulled her head back to my 
cock. She swallowed the whole fucking thing. Right down her throat. Not 
gagging or anything. And did she suck! Oh man, did she suck. 

"I wasn't any slouch myself. I .wetted her pussy lips down with my tongue 
and then shoved it all the way in again. I stretched my tongue until I 
thought it would snap. I wanted to get into her farther than anybody ever 
would again. I wanted to eat cunt for the rest of my fucking life. This was 
the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. 

"I heard her say something, but I couldn't make out the words. So I ignored 
her. But then she pulled off my cock again and said what she had to say even 
louder. 'Fuck me now,' she whispered. She sounded real hoarse. 'Fuck me 
hard.' "I didn't want to leave that warm, beautiful pussy, so I just ignored 
her again. But in a couple of seconds, she was pushing my head away. I 
looked up at her. I was disappointed as hell. 

" 'Fuck me. Please,' she said in that same hoarse whisper. I tried to pull 
her head back to my cock, but she wouldn't do it. She just lay there and 
kept whispering, 'Fuck me now' over and over again. 

"I was reluctant as hell to leave that gorgeous pussy and little button of a 
clit, but I figured I had to. After all, it's the obligation of the male to 
satisfy the woman, right? 

"So I pulled off and knelt. My cock was still sticking through my fly, so I 
unfastened my belt and pushed my pants down to my knees. I took a quick look 
at my buddies behind me. They were still staring. 

"I got between Sara's legs. Without any urging or help from me, she put her 
legs up on my shoulders. I looked down. Her pussy, all wet and shiny, was 
staring me in the face. More than anything else in the world I wanted to get 
my face back on that hole. But she wanted to get fucked, so I'd fuck her. I 
moved closer and felt the knob of my cock brush against her pussy hairs. I 
aimed and shoved. My cock slid in nice and easy. All the way. Sara was no 
tight virgin. 

"I started to stoke into her. It felt good, but not as good as when she was 
sucking me off. Then suddenly, I felt some of the rigidity go out of my 
cock. It was still halfway hard, and I could still fuck her with it, but it 
wasn't really hard. And then, a couple of seconds later, it wasn't hard at 
all. 

"Sara must have known what was happening because all of a sudden she was 
moving all over the place, squeezing my cock with her pussy, trying 
desperately to get it hard. 

"That didn't work. It was like a limp dishcloth. Useless. 

"Sara reached up and put her hand behind my neck. She pulled me down toward 
her. 'I'll suck it hard for you,' she whispered, and gratefully I pulled my 
marshmallow out of her cunt. 

"She moved around into a position where she could get hold of my cock. As 
soon as her lips touched the knob and then slid down the whole length, it 
started to harden. Three good sucks from her and it was hard as a rock 
again. 

"Sara moved fast this time. She got back on the floor, raised her legs and 
had my cock ramming into her cunt in seconds. She wasn't about to waste my 
hard on. 

"But it was wasted. I stroked into her five times maybe, and the damned 
thing started to wilt. Bigger than shit. I could feel it getting soft inside 
her. I felt like crying, that's how frustrated I was. Four people watching 
me and my cock wouldn't stay hard! What a crock of shit that was. 

"She pulled off me this time. She looked me square in the face. 'C'mon, 
baby,' she said, 'Momma's getting tired from all this moving around.' "But 
she got down again and swallowed my cock. To the hairs. And just as you'd 
expect, the damned thing lengthened and hardened in no time. 

"As soon as it was all the way hard, she took her mouth off it. She turned 
around on the floor, staying on her hands and knees, and damned near shoved 
her pussy in my face. 'Try it this way,' she said. 

"I looked down at her wide-open pussy. The only thing I could think about 
was how much I wanted to put my face down there and eat her and suck her 
until she was screaming with pleasure. 

"She reached back and spread her cunt lips even more for me. I had the 
target right in front of me. I moved closer to her. I felt my cock start to 
soften already. But then I closed my eyes and kept thinking about my mouth 
on her pussy, and her mouth on my cock. And damn if my prick didn't get hard 
again. 

"I was happy as hell as I shoved it full length into her and heard her groan 
with pleasure. I held on to her hips and plowed into her. I wanted to come 
in her this way. To show her I was a man. I stroked hard into her again and 
again, trying to concentrate on my fucking, but then, all of a sudden, my 
mind started to wander. I wanted to be at her pussy with my mouth. I wanted 
to taste her sex juices in my mouth. And I wanted to have my cock down her 
throat, and feel her lips and tongue on it. 

"My cock started to shrivel. As fast as that. And Sara was disgusted. She 
slipped to the floor on her back. Then she leaned up, looking straight at 
me. 'For Christ's sake,' she said. 'Is there a man in the house? This guy 
can't keep a hard on.' "Tony, one of the guys I lived with, was fast to 
oblige. He had his pants off and his cock out in no time at all. 

"I was still kneeling there when Tony sank his cock to the hilt in 
Sara's--my date's--cunt. They bounced around on that floor like a couple of 
puppets, until Tony groaned real loud and pressed hard against her. He was 
coming. Then she started to groan, writhing around on the floor. Sara was 
coming. My date was coming with another guy's cock up her pussy. Man, I 
hated Bridgett so damned much at that second, I could have killed her." 

* * * 

The foregoing is an almost classic example of the severe and disabling 
mental conflicts that can be set up in a child by sexual involvement at too 
early an age. Many observers from Freud to the present day have warned of 
the possible lasting effects of such early exposure in persons too young or 
too immature to resolve possible emotional conflict. The situation presently 
before us is, of course, not unusual--the wealthy, socially involved 
parents, too busy to care for their child themselves, leaving it in the 
hands of a nanny or nursemaid. The dependency of the young child on this 
substitute mother figure, and the ensuing sexual entanglement conspire to 
create an emotional unbalance that hinders normal childhood development. 

Of particular interest and importance is the increasing isolation of these 
two individuals, child and adult, from normal contact with others and their 
increasing reliance upon each other for ordinary comforts and diversion. The 
frustrated nursemaid, restricted in her association with others of her own 
age, particularly men, and the sexually curious child, eager to please the 
substitute "mother" is a situation calculated to initiate the most 
devastating psychological aftereffects. The noted authority Dr. Benjamin 
Karpman comments on the implications of such excessive isolation in 
childhood, in his Sexual Offender and His Offenses: 

--- The reason for sexual maladjustment in adults, sexual difficulties in 
children, antisocial sexual behavior in general, is the fact that we lack a 
sound, consistent, wholesome attitude toward sex as individuals and as a 
group. The fundamental approach is prevention which again goes back to 
childhood If the youngster has learned to be an active part of the life 
about him, has not had his curiosity and his capacity for being interested 
excessively thwarted, has been allowed to feel that it was not wrong to act 
out some of his impulses within reasonable limits, then he is likely to have 
available to him a variety of methods for sublimating his primitive sexual 
drives. --- 

Terry O.'s preoccupation as a child with sucking his nurse's clitoris, and 
his almost exclusive interest in oral sexual techniques during later years 
give strong evidence of a protracted infantilism. There is clear suggestion 
of a substitution of the vagina for the breast as a source of oral 
gratification, quite possibly also a connection in the young man's mind 
between the action of sucking and the earlier, primal search for 
nourishment, though in later years quite distorted. One cannot but be 
impressed, in this regard, by the young man's almost inadvertent confession 
concerning his first college experience: "I started to inch down her body, 
kissing her tits and belly through her blouse. I sort of neglected them. It 
wasn't that I wasn't interested; I was just too anxious to get to her 
pussy." 

Further complicating an already overdeveloped concern with oral-genitalism 
is an inability to perform in the usual, expected manner with the young 
lady. The shock of temporary impotency and the ensuing humiliation at the 
hands of his friend, Tony, could easily have resulted in severe 
complications of his already pressing maladjustment. Fortunately for the 
subject, his friend, Tony, unlike the young lady, Sara, seemed to have some 
understanding, or at least sympathy, for his predicament. It is difficult to 
say what might have been the result had his friend reacted the same way as 
Sara. The subject's outburst during his interview, "Man, I hated Bridgett so 
damned much at that second, I could have killed her," is only a hint of 
possible future complications. 

It is of particular interest to the observer that this emotional outburst 
should have been directed against his old nursemaid--the substitute mother 
figure--instead of the more immediate causes of his sexual humiliation, Tony 
and Sara. We should not fail to take account of the possible underlying 
oedipal complications of this young man's problem. Drs. Sandor Lorand and 
Henry I. Schneer discuss this aspect in their paper in the Comprehensive 
Textbook of Psychiatry: 

--- Like the neurotic, the deviant has specific pathogenic repressions: he 
has unconscious oedipal conflicts and unconscious castration anxiety. 
Similarly, disturbances in genital primacy in neurosis and sexual deviations 
alike may be attributed to the same factors--anxiety and guilt feelings 
which are associated with the oedipus complex. But anxiety over loss of love 
or sexual excitement is less important in sexual deviation. Rather, 
classical psychoanalytic theory postulates that it is always castration 
anxiety (and derivative guilt feelings) which prevent the deviant from 
achieving sexual pleasure. --- 

There can be little doubt that in an older and more morally rigid period of 
history the subject's sexual problems and his inability to deal with them in 
a mature manner might have resulted in a different and less happy ending. He 
was fortunate to have as a friend, someone like Tony, who could avoid 
prejudgments and false "masculine" boasting, which could only have furthered 
the young man's humiliation. Tony's comment, "... the only reason I could 
fuck in front of all those people was that you had me so riled up," 
undoubtedly served to relieve some of the subject's anxiety and guilt 
feelings and diminish the inevitable self-laceration which accompanies 
public failure, especially in such an ego-sensitive area as sexual 
performance. 

It is interesting to note that the subject performed much more successfully 
in his second encounter. The group sex scene has come into more and more 
prominence in the past few years, and it should not surprise the 
sophisticated observer that college-age youth has adapted this innovation to 
its own purposes. There can be little doubt that the relaxed atmosphere and 
the obvious acceptance of the situation by his peers did much to quiet the 
young man's disabling anxieties. The famous investigator, Albert Ellis, 
writing in the previously mentioned Annals (378), comments on this new 
attitude: 

--- A definite change in sex attitudes has therefore recently occurred, in 
many respects, indeed, a kind of American sex revolution. I have stated for 
the last several years that, as a result of this revolution, our people are 
not necessarily engaging in considerably more overt nonmarital acts than 
they did in previous years, but they are leading unconventional sex lives 
with much less shame, guilt, and self-deprecation than they ever did at any 
other time in American history. --- 

It was perhaps inevitable that the subject's almost compulsive search for 
the source of his erotic imaginings should have ended in his finding 
Bridgett--and even more inevitable that he should suffer a profound 
disillusionment. His mature reaction to this can only bode well for his 
future progress. 

* * * 

"For the life of me, I couldn't bring myself to face my buddies. That bit 
with Sara--or, rather, what didn't happen with Sara--was the most 
embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me. 

"I spent all my time in my room alone. I'd come back from class and go right 
inside my room. Then I'd sneak out and get something to eat and head right 
back. I didn't want to see or talk to anybody. 

"Finally, after about a week, one of my buddies knocked on the door. It was 
Tony. 'Hey, what's the matter with you?' he asked when I finally let him in. 
I muttered something about there being nothing wrong, but Tony wouldn't let 
it go at that. 

" 'It was that scene the other night, wasn't it?' he asked. 

"I nodded miserably. 'Goddamn it, Tony,' I said, 'that was the worst thing 
that ever happened to me.' "Tony laughed. But he could afford to laugh. It 
wasn't his cock that wouldn't stay hard. And he'd had the fuck with Sara. 

" 'You can't worry about that,' he said finally. 'You don't have any 
problem. From where I was sitting, your cock was hard as a rock. And the 
only reason I could fuck in front of all those people was because you had me 
so riled up.' 

" 'That the truth?' I asked. I was willing to accept any explanation. 

" 'Sure,' he answered. 'And just to prove what I'm saying is right, I've got 
a great bit for you.' "I asked him what the scene was, and he explained that 
this water-polo jock in one of his classes had told him about this real 
freaky whorehouse they had set up on 121st Street. 

" 'A couple of young girls run it,' Tony explained. 'No madam or anything. 
They use their own apartment. They've got wall-to-wall mattresses and 
anything goes. And everybody who's there does whatever they do right in 
front of people. You pay your money when you go in and take what you want.'
 "We decided to go together to the whorehouse the next night. So about seven 
o'clock we headed for a friend's house and imbibed a little in some grass 
and wine. The 'friend' was Tony's and she was about the greatest looking 
cunt you've ever seen in your life. Of course, she didn't know where we were 
going when we left her. And she didn't seem the type who'd want to know. The 
bad part was that I really liked her and wanted to stay. But I had promised 
Tony, and to back out now would have made me look like a fink. 

"We left Anne's apartment and headed for the address on 121st Street. It was 
a big old building, like most of them are around Columbia, with a doorman 
and the whole bit. The doorman asked us who we were there to see and when we 
told him, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. He knew the scene; hell, he 
was probably getting a cut. 

" 'Have fun,' he chuckled as we headed to the elevator. 

"Apartment 8G. We rang the bell. This de-cent-looking broad--nothing 
special--answered. She was dressed in this little nightgown that showed 
everything she had from her ears to her toes. I took one look at that pussy 
of hers peeking out from the gown and felt my cock harden right off. I 
wanted to suck it. 

"It cost ten dollars for each of us. But it was going to be worth it. I knew 
it would. And just to show you how efficient the operation was, there was a 
row of lockers for the 'customers.' "Tony and I stripped off our clothes. 
Damn, I didn't know if I liked this or not. It seemed sort of cold-blooded. 
But my cock sure was anticipating some action. It was standing up hard and 
ready. 

"I stashed my clothes in the locker. There wasn't any key or anything and I 
can remember being grateful that I hadn't brought more than a couple of 
bucks over the ten I had to pay at the door. 

"The living room had a few real low lights in it, and sure enough it was 
wall-to-wall mattress. I stood at the door and let my eyes get accustomed to 
the gloom. There were seven girls sitting around the room, all almost naked, 
but with a little on to make you use your imagination. And besides Tony and 
myself, three guys. But they were all busy over in the corners. 

Fucking and sucking and getting sucked. It was really a scene. 

"Three of the girls were taken, so that left four for me and Tony to pick 
from. I spotted this blonde sitting over by a far doorway and headed there 
immediately. I stood over her. 'Hi,' I said. Hell, in a situation like this, 
I didn't know what to say. 

" 'Hi,' she answered, 'what do you go for?' Now how's that for a come-on. I 
think I could have said something like 'Jumping off buildings' and she would 
have gone along with it. 

" 'I like to suck pussy,' I said, and almost before I got the words out of 
my mouth, she'd pulled the little robe she had on off and was stretching 
out, giving me a wide-open view of the most gorgeous pussy I'd ever seen in 
my life. 

" 'I like to get head, too,' I said before getting down on my knees in front 
of her. 

" 'Okay, baby, whatever you want,' she whispered and I thought my head was 
going to blow off. 

"I lowered my head and nestled my nose in her cunt hairs. They were a real 
light brown and silky as hell. I brushed my tongue on them, wetting them 
down a little. Then I slowly ran my tongue around on her cunt lips. She 
sighed heavily and leaned farther back. I guess she knew she had a real 
cunt-licker on her hands. 

" I eased my tongue up into her cunt. Moved it around, drinking up all the 
pussy juice I could find. Then I grabbed hold of her clit. It was bigger 
than the one Sara had, but still not as big as Bridgett's. But I wasn't 
complaining. I bit that damned clit real gentle like and then managed to get 
almost the whole thing in my mouth. I sucked on it like it was the only 
nourishment I'd had in a year. 

"While I still had my face buried in her cunt, I reached up and got hold of 
her hand. I moved my body around a little so she could get to me, and then I 
put her hand right on my cock. That damned prick of mine was ready for 
anything. 

"She started to move around and aim her mouth for my pecker. She moved 
slowly and that turned me on--you know, the anticipation of her sucking my 
cock. I had all the things back that I'd had with Bridgett Only better. I 
was enjoying it a hell of a lot more. 

"Finally, her mouth got to my prick and she started to play around with the 
knob with her tongue. Then, whomp, she took as much as she could. To be 
honest, she wasn't as good a cock-sucker as Sara had been, but I wasn't 
about to complain. She made up in enthusiasm for what she lacked in 
experience. Or maybe Sara just had a bigger mouth. 

"And this broad was really wet. She kept leaking juices and I kept lapping 
them up. I could feel her love sauce coating my tongue. 

"Just when we were going strong, I felt her pull her mouth off my cock. I 
was disappointed but was too busy to say anything or do anything to stop 
her. 

"She kept giving my body little shoves until I finally got the idea of what 
she wanted and rolled over on my back. Almost instantly, she was up on her 
knees. I pulled my mouth away from her and looked in her face. She had a 
glazed look on her that really turned me on. 

"She moved over on top of me and straddled my face. Then she lowered her 
body. My nose, mouth, and everything was glued to her pussy. I couldn't even 
breathe. But it was the best kind of torture I'd ever had. 

"I jammed my tongue up into her as far as it would go. I was pulling the 
damned thing out by the roots, but I wanted to. 

"And while I was busy, still eating out that gorgeous cunt, I felt somebody 
or something operating on my cock. With her hand. I figured it was the girl 
I was eating out. But I was too busy to try and see what was happening. And 
then, damned if I didn't feel another pair of legs straddling me. I reached 
down and felt what seemed like a great pair of legs on both sides of my 
body. But I still couldn't see what was going on. 

"The body, whoever it was, lowered herself right down on my cock. She 
missed. The angle was wrong. So she raised herself again, reached down with 
her hand and grabbed my cock. She aimed it and this time she lowered herself 
right on target. I felt my cock slipping up into a beautiful warm snatch. 
All the way. It was tight and warm and wonderful. I had never felt anything 
like it. 

"Then they both started moving. Wild. They were pulling the come out of me. 
But I was damned determined to make this great feeling last as long as I 
could. 

"Tony told me later that he had sent the second girl over and had told her 
what to do. He also told me that while the bit was happening, the two girls 
were loving each other up like crazy. With my mouth glued to one of their 
pussies, and my prick stuck all the way up the other, they were leaning over 
toward each other and kissing and sucking tongues, squeezing nipples, 
licking. Man it was wild. I almost wish had been able to see it. 

"But believe me, I was more than satisfied. I knew for damned sure that as 
long as I kept my mouth on that pussy above me, I wouldn't have any trouble 
keeping a hard. If fact, the only problem I was having was to keep from 
coming. And from the way they both were moving above me, it was damned hard. 

"Finally, though, I couldn't control myself anymore. Both of the girls, I 
thought, had had at least one come. It sounded like it anyway. They made 
enough noise to have come a hundred times. So now it was my turn. 

"I felt the pressure getting harder and harder in my balls. Suddenly, I 
wanted more than anything to shoot. Shoot a gallon. Two gallons. 

"I don't know if you know it or not, but when you're high on grass, you 
orgasm is a hell of a lot more pleasurable than when you're not. At least it 
is for me. 

"I started bucking my ass as best I could with all that weight on top of me 
and managed to stick my cock even farther up into the second girl's cunt. 
And I shoved my tongue as far up into the first as I could. Sucking like 
crazy. 

"And then, man, the come came. Hey, that's good. The come came. And it 
seemed to last like a half hour. I can honestly tell you that I'd never had 
such a good feeling before in my life. 

"The girls waited until I was calmed down and then the one sitting on my 
face lifted herself. She looked down at me and smiled. 'You've got a lot of 
talent, baby,' she said, which just about made me bust with pleasure. 

"The second broad was still impaled on my cock, and, believe it or not, it 
was still hard. Almost ready for a second go. But I was sort of afraid to 
start anything. I was afraid that without a pussy to eat out, I couldn't 
make the scene with my cock. So, gently, I eased her off. She raised herself 
and I watched my cock slowly pull out of her. She groaned all the while she 
was getting loose. 

"I moved over to the side of the room by myself and lit up another joint I'd 
brought along. It was fine with the management. In fact, you could cut the 
smoke, and the odor of pot, with a knife. 

"I looked around me. There were a couple more people around now. Must have 
come in after I'd gotten there. More guys and more girls. And such fucking 
and groaning and positions you've never seen before. All I could think of 
was I sure would have liked to have a camera. I would have made a fortune 
off that film. 

"I finished the joint and lit up a regular cigarette. I was feeling no pain, 
satisfied and sort of smug. 

"Tony came over a few minutes later. He had just finished fucking a 
great-looking little Oriental chick. Real small bones and features. Not my 
type, but she stilled looked good. 

" 'You want some more or not?' Tony asked. He plopped down next to me and 
lit up. As soon as he was down the Oriental gal came over and sat between 
us. And damned if she didn't start to suck us off. Alternating between us. 
Man, this was a whorehouse to end all whorehouses. 

"I would have turned that little chick around and started to eat her out, 
but I didn't really go for the idea of working on some pussy that had been 
used. Turned me off. So I let her suck. And she was good at it. 

" 'Anne invited us to dinner,' Tony reminded me. 'We could go over there.' 

" 'Yeah,' I said sort of vaguely. 'I guess we could.' Actually I was more 
interested in what the little doll was doing to me. She'd left Tony out of 
the suck now. I guess he was through for the night. She was working on me 
all alone now. I looked down at that bobbing head and was really turned on. 
The feeling in my cock was great. And if I used a little imagination, I 
could turn that brunette hair into blonde hair and it'd be Bridgett who was 
on her knees between my legs, sucking me off like crazy. 

"I shot off right in the Oriental chick's mouth and she swallowed it like it 
was eggnog. That made me feel good. Damn, I guess I was pretty good at sex. 
These girls sure acted like they enjoyed working on me anyway. 

"We left right after that. The place was getting crowded and you never saw 
so many bobbing heads and asses in your life. 

"I discovered that my first impression of Anne had been accurate. She was a 
great gal, gentle and sweet. And great looking. Which isn't a bad 
combination. She was also a little on the blonde side. When I left her 
apartment that night I decided I was genuinely and entirely in love for the 
first time in my life. And Anne was the subject matter. 

"After I'd seen her maybe four or five times, we tried to make the scene. 
That's where I really ran into trouble. Anne didn't mind the straight 
fucking so much--in fact, she took to it like the well-known duck to the 
polluted water--but she didn't go much for the sucking and licking routine. 
Especially the part where I ate out her box and she sucked me off. 

"An you guessed it, I had my problem back. And it was even more frustrating 
now, since I was really in love with Anne and wanted more than anything to 
have sex with her, to satisfy her while I was satisfying myself. 

"But I couldn't get her to suck. And she wouldn't let me eat her out. She'd 
let me finger-fuck her and kiss her as much as I wanted--anywhere except her 
cunt. I was going up a wall, especially when I was having so much trouble 
keeping an erection. 

"I went to my old buddy Tony with my problems. Again. He just shrugged his 
shoulders. 'I don't know what to tell you,' he said. 'Where in the hell did 
you get such a lousy hang-up anyway?' "So I told him about Bridgett. That 
got him to thinking real hard. 

"The next day we wrote a letter to the couple who'd hired Bridgett after she 
left my parents' house. Then I sat around mentally jacking off until I got 
an answer. A week later it came. And, damned the good luck, Bridgett had 
left them and moved to New York City to work. Right there in the same town 
where I was. Of course, that had been a long time ago, but they had included 
the address of the people Bridgett went to work for at the time, so I 
called. I got hold of them. Bridgett had long since left them, but they had 
the number of the--well, you know how it went. I ended up going through 
eight couples before I found out where Bridgett was working now. 

"I talked to the woman of the house and explained to her that I had just 
come from a vacation in Norway and had a message for Bridgett from her dear 
old mother. The woman relayed the message to Bridgett who was too busy to 
come to the phone. And damned if Bridgett didn't invited me over. The next 
day. 

"I was an cloud nine and excited as hell the whole rest of the day. I was 
going to see Bridgett. Hot damn. Finally, I might be able to get what I'd 
been after for years. 

"The next day I cut my eleven-o'clock class and came home to change. I 
showered, shaved, and shit, so that by the time I walked out of my apartment 
I looked like a golden knight. 

"I even took a cab to the address Bridgett had given me. And, believe me, 
she seemed to be doing all right. Fifth Avenue, between 71st and 72nd. Big 
penthouse. Well, why the hell not. Bridgett deserved the best. 

"My cock was hard all the way up the elevator. And walking down the hall to 
the door of the apartment, I was so excited I thought I'd shoot off. Just 
like that: shoot off without even touching my cock. 

"I rang the doorbell and this fat old lady answered the door. I immediately 
thought to myself that she sure didn't look like she was able to afford a 
big fancy apartment on Fifth Avenue. 

" 'Good afternoon,' I said in my best military school, mannerly young-man 
tone of voice. 'I'm here to see Bridgett G.' 

" 'I'm Bridgett,' the fat old lady said, and all I could do was stare at 
her. If this was my Bridgett, then things sure had changed. Her blonde hair 
was now a dirty, messed-up gray. Her big knockers now hung way down on her 
belly. And she must have weighed at least a hundred and eighty pounds. 

"What I had forgotten in all this time was I hadn't seen her for years. 
Almost fourteen years, and believe me, they had been hard years for 
Bridgett. She was almost fifty years old now. 

"It wasn't the most gracious thing I could do, but I stood in the hallway 
outside that apartment and started to laugh. I was damned near hysterical 
with laughing, and I couldn't stop. All Bridgett did was stare at me like I 
was nuts for a couple of seconds and then close the door in my face. She 
looked frightened. I guess she thought I was some sort of New York freak. 

"I laughed all the way down the elevator, on the bus, and into my own 
apartment. Finally, I managed to stop when I picked up the phone to call 
Anne. That son-of-a-gun, best-looking girl in the world was home. 

"I don't think Anne would mind my telling you that I went over there that 
afternoon and that we fucked all day. And believe it or not, I didn't even 
think about eating out any pussy." 

* * * 

In this case, we see the rather unusual instance of a subject's obsessive 
compulsion being instrumental, although perhaps somewhat indirectly, in a 
sudden and total cure of the same compulsion. Had the young man dismissed 
all thoughts of his one-time nanny, Bridgett, the chances are that he would 
have had to go through some extensive psychotherapy to eradicate the problem 
of his secondary impotence. Instead, it was his preoccupation with Bridgett, 
and her manner of lovemaking, that pushed him to seek her out 
again--successfully--and to discover that she was not the fanciful image he 
had been carrying with himself for fourteen years. This shocking recognition 
of reality, and of his distortion of it, snapped him out of his dilemma. 

 CHAPTER THREE - Camp 

"Until Sara and I went to the camp on the lake, neither of us had had much 
sex with anybody. We had been to a lot of parties and all that--don't get 
the idea that we were socially isolated or anything--and both of us dated a 
lot, but there wasn't a hell of a lot of actual sex. 

"The first time for me was when I was fifteen, about two years ago. And I 
guess Sara had her first time then, too. Both of us were dating guys on the 
football team at our high school and that was when it happened. I met this 
boy, Norm, who was eighteen at a school rally and he asked me to go to a 
movie with him. So I said okay. I didn't plan on sex exactly but I kind of 
figured it might happen somewhere along the way. And it did. He parked his 
dad's car near the reservoir, a place where it's dark and lonely and nobody 
drives past. 

"We started kissing in the front seat and he put his hand on my breasts. Up 
to that point I was on familiar territory. Boys had squeezed my breasts 
since I was twelve, and one or two guys at parties had tried getting their 
hand on my thighs. But that was it. For one thing, my folks didn't let me 
date anybody and they checked out all of my party invites. I just couldn't 
go anywhere I wanted. Same with Sara. 

"Meanwhile, though, I had been reading a lot about sex. I read the last 
section of Ulysses by James Joyce in which Molly Bloom describes how she was 
laid and sucked. I knew what was supposed to happen, but it scared me a 
little. I was only fifteen and the idea of getting my crotch sucked by a boy 
was, well, frightening. Not only that, but horrible sounding. I mean, why 
would a boy want to do anything so disgusting, I thought. 

"I was curious about being laid, though. The Joyce book and a lot of other 
novels I could get in paperback and read privately were pretty frank in 
their descriptions. The language was wide-open and the picture of how girls 
felt when they had a boy's penis inside of them sounded pretty interesting. 
Sara and I used to talk about it a lot, and after a while we'd use words 
like 'pussy' and 'prick' pretty much like any other words. Why not? 
Everybody else did in books and we heard them in the schoolyard all the 
time. But we were both pretty shy about oral sex. We would talk about it a 
lot, but both of us were worried about what it might do to us 
psychologically. 

"My mother had told me about a woman who let her husband kiss her between 
the legs and the woman had gone to an insane asylum. My mother liked to say 
things like that just to scare me. 

"Anyway, that night with Norm, he asked me to sit in the back of the car and 
take off my panties. He took off his pants and he was wearing nothing 
underneath. He argued with me till I took my panties off and then made me 
put a leg over the front. I knew what he wanted to do because an older girl 
in school had told me it had happened to her. She had had sexual intercourse 
twice. She'd said it hurt the first time, but then the boy's prick felt very 
good in your box. That's what she called her vagina, her 'box.' "So I was 
ready for Norm to put his prick in me. But then he lowered his head and 
kissed my pussy. Not too much, just like he was testing me, and I got 
panicky. First because of what my mother had told me, second because I was 
really afraid he'd hurt me down there with his teeth, and also because the 
whole idea sounded nauseating. 

" 'Come on, Paula,' Norm said laughing. 'All I wanna do is lick your cunt a 
little. You'll love it.' 

" 'I don't understand why you want to lick it,' I said. 'For one thing, I 
think it's a disgusting thing--to put your mouth there. I don't even see how 
it gives you any pleasure. And anyway, it can cause a woman all sorts of 
mental problems. Just do it the normal way, Norm, please.' "I didn't mention 
my feeling that it was also disgusting for a man to mouth a girl's box be 
cause there were all kinds of germs there and it smelled funny. Once, when I 
smelled the crotchpiece of my panties when I was sorting out laundry, I felt 
sick. 

"Anyway Norm gave up for good after a few minutes of trying to convince me 
that I'd like being sucked and having his tongue inside my pussy playing 
with my clitoris. I guess I accepted oral sex mentally because I'd read and 
heard about it, but I wasn't ready emotionally. I still felt like a little 
girl about it. It was just too remote from the petting and kissing I was 
used to. So Norm laid me the usual way. And it wasn't as painful as I'd 
expected it to be. I didn't bleed much, and the second time we did it I got 
more pleasure out of it. 

"As for Sara, she was a lot shier than I was, and since her parents kept a 
tighter rein on her, she didn't have her first sexual intercourse till she 
went to visit her uncle in the country. She told me one of the farmhands had 
gone out with her one night and put his prick into her near some bushes 
about a mile from the house. It worried her a lot because she's kind of 
religious and she was really upset for several days. 

"Sara was also upset because the farmboy tried to put his prick into her 
mouth. And this really got her worried. I mean she really was worried sick 
that sucking a boy's prick was about the worst sin you could do in your 
life. She had been told by people that anybody who did a thing like that 
would wind up in hell. I know it sounds absolutely unbelievable. But you 
gotta remember that Sara grew up in a very religious family. They read the 
Bible all the time aloud and she had to go through her catechism regularly. 
I got her away from that after a while, but she was always more frightened 
about oral sex than me. So she started crying when this boy tried to put the 
tip of his prick between her lips. I mean he tried to force her to suck him. 
He didn't just ask. After a while, though, he just put it into her pussy. 
Anyway, that was about the extent of our sex before we both went to camp. 

"We both liked the place very much. It was a comfortable place with a lot of 
individual huts shared by two or more girls. There were recreational 
facilities and dances and movies at night. And there were a couple of other 
camps farther up the lake. Before long, Sara and I learned that evenings at 
our camp were kind of dull. Lights out were early, and the counselors, 
mostly older women, watched to see that the boys and girls did not play sex 
games. The thing to do was to go to one of the other camps to have some fun. 

"Sara and I sneaked up to a camp two miles away the third night. All we 
wanted was a little excitement. We got more than we bargained for, and the 
dancing we hoped to do turned into the biggest sex party of our lives. That 
was the night we really learned about oral sex. Mainly it happened to us, I 
guess, because we were feeling bored and wanted something exciting to happen 
to us. I mean something more exciting than singing songs around a campfire 
and eating toasted marshmallows. But we did not expect to get drunk, laid, 
and sucked, I can tell you that. If I'd known they were going to fill us 
with champagne and then try oral sex on us, we'd never have gone near the 
place. 

"We started drinking because we were very nervous. The people at the camp 
were much older than us and they were all drinking. We were given some 
glasses of wine by two men in their forties, their names were Mack and Dave, 
and then we were asked to dance. About an hour later, Mack took me by the 
hand and led me to a bedroom upstairs. We were in a big two-storied building 
made of huge logs. I was a little nervous at leaving the dancing below. But 
I had had three or four glasses of champagne and I was feeling dizzy, and, 
anyway, I kind of felt the adventure of the thing. So when Mack told me he 
wanted to give me the fifty-cent tour, I accepted. 

"I guess I should have been warned by the fact that he had a hard on when he 
danced with me. I mean, I could feel it. But you have to remember I wasn't 
all that experienced. I knew boys got hard ons, but I didn't know that meant 
they had to stick it inside you right away. 

"Anyway, after we visited several of the rooms upstairs, Mack and I went 
into one of the smaller bedrooms. He had taken along a bottle of wine, and 
we drank some more. I was a little worried about Sara, but he told me she 
was fine. He started to kiss me. I got a little scared when he started 
reaming the inside of my mouth with his tongue. Nobody had ever kissed me 
before like that. Maybe that should have told me what he really wanted, but 
I still had no idea. Only that having him suck the inside of my mouth like 
that felt very funny. 

"Then he put me on the bed... just sat me there on the edge and got on his 
knees like he was about to make a proposal. I started to laugh at that. Mack 
was a tall, blond guy with husky shoulders, and he had a warm smile. He was 
smiling at me now as he started to part my thighs gently with his hand. At 
first I thought he was trying to tickle me. 

" 'What are you trying to do, tickle me?' I asked. 'Because if you are, 
that's the wrong place for it.' 

" 'I'm trying to go down on you, honey,' he said, smiling as warmly as he 
could. 

" 'Go down on me?' I had never heard the phrase before. 

" 'I want to eat your pussy, baby. Every inch of it.' 

" 'But why?' I asked, giggling. 'It's just a pussy like every other girl's.'
 "He explained that he had never tasted a teen-ager's box and was dying to 
do it now. He said most of the women he had sucked had been much older than 
me. Then he started telling me about the first time he had eaten a woman's 
pussy. He had been on a isolated beach with a friend of his mother's when he 
was about seventeen. The woman was about forty-two or-three, but still very 
beautiful, and she was wearing shorts with nothing on underneath. 

"They were alone on the beach and he was reading a book when he looked up as 
she moved and he caught a flash of her black bush. He said she had the 
biggest bush he had ever seen on a girl. He suddenly had an overwhelming 
desire to taste it. He still doesn't know exactly why except that he had 
heard some men talk about how delicious 'fresh cunt' was. So he put his 
mouth between her legs as she read a newspaper, and he sucked her pussy. He 
expected her to scream or hit him or flee, but she just tightened her thighs 
around his head and groaned because it was the most exciting experience she 
had ever had. 

" 'So will you, baby. Just open your legs so I can put my mouth on your 
lovely little pussy.' "He spread my legs out in a playful way, pushing me 
back on the bed, and gently lowered my panties. I felt myself blushing as 
his eyes stared fixedly at my crotch. For one thing, I felt very 
self-conscious about it. Unlike Sara, who at seventeen had a big black bush 
between her thighs, my pussy fur was kind of sparse, and it was dirty 
blonde. It was darker than the hair on my head, but not dark enough, and I 
had always been ashamed of it. And of the dark skin near my slit. 

" 'Why do you want to put your mouth on it?' I asked in a pouting tone. 
'It's dirty. I wash it once a week, but it gets dirty fast. Why do you want 
to swallow all those germs?' "Mack put his head back and laughed. 'Because I 
love the way your cunt tastes. Germs and all.' He lowered his head between 
my thighs, but I turned away so he couldn't reach my pussy. Then I frowned. 
'Please don't. I'm really ashamed of the way it looks. And the way it 
smells.' 

" 'I love the way it smells!' he yelled. 'I think it's the most beautiful 
smell in the world. A girl's cunt smells just like trees in a fresh rain. 
Haven't you ever walked through the woods right after it's rained? There's a 
rich, pungent, spicy smell. Well, that's what your box smells like to me.'
 "Now that he put it that way, I was pleased by Mack's interest. He was a 
very handsome man and there was something flattering about having this man 
take such a deep interest in a sixteen-year-old girl. Without planning on 
it, I started playing a game with him. I guess it was childish, but I wanted 
him to compliment me about my box. I spread my legs wider to give him a 
better look at it. I didn't mind the way my thighs looked. They were long 
and plump, but they were not fat, and they had a nice healthy pink color. I 
had seen them too many times in the mirror at home not to know that. It was 
just that long ugly-looking slit I disliked, that's all. 

"When Norm had wanted to kiss and suck on it, I had just been horrified and 
disgusted. But with Mack, I felt flattered. I guess the wine had something 
to do with it. I wanted him to do it to me, and yet I was a little afraid of 
him, and I couldn't entirely forget my mother's stories. 

" 'Do you really like the way my pussy looks, Mack?' I asked playfully, 
opening my legs as wide as I could. 

"He moved his face in very close and kissed my slit. 'I love the way it 
looks. Like a pink ribbon between your thighs. A lovely pink ribbon bordered 
by blonde fur.' "Then he put his nose right up to the slit itself and 
sniffed in deeply. He sighed as if he smelled a beautiful flower. 

" 'Delicious,' he said. 'Just smelling it has given me a hard on. Look.' He 
opened his fly and removed his prick. It was the biggest one I had ever seen 
in my life. I mean, it was long and thick, twice as big as Norm's. 

" 'I got a great little game I want to play,' he said. 'First I eat your 
cunt. And then you eat Peter here. Okay?' "I didn't say anything. I was too 
excited to talk, and the wine had made me a little woozy anyhow. I just 
waited for him to do whatever he wanted. He grabbed my legs in his sturdy 
hands and buried his head in my bush. Then his tongue began to play gently 
along the insides of my thighs. He took his time, stopping regularly to 
inhale the bouquet from my pussy. The more he sniffed at my box, the drunker 
he seemed to get. It was almost as if he hadn't drunk any champagne earlier. 

"Now his tongue began to work into my pussy and he began to sound like he 
was out of his head. 'Oh, baby, I love the taste of your juicy hole. I love 
it. I adore the rich, teen-age smell, the lovely odor of a sixteen-year-old 
cunt. I can't get enough of it. I want to bury my nose and tongue all the 
way into your snatch.' "When he wasn't talking, he was sending shivers down 
my spine. The fast, darting movements of his tongue in my pussy were so 
tantalizing I wanted to jump out of my skin. I had never had anything like 
it. For one thing I knew I couldn't hold still. I kept moving so fast, the 
poor man had to nail me down. I wanted to shout something. I didn't know 
what. I had never been so keyed up. I found myself pushing my pussy closer 
to his face, wanting the contact nearer and nearer. By that time he was 
incoherent. He would stop to say something, but all I got out of him was a 
kind of gargle sound. 

"Once he stopped for breath and said, 'Oh, my God... I never realized how 
exquisitely delicious a young girl's cunt could taste!' By that time I 
wasn't able to concentrate too much on anything Mack said. His beautiful 
tongue was sending me into a spin. My pussy kept throbbing and throbbing as 
he kept licking it, and when the tip of his tongue touched my clitoris I 
started to scream. I don't know how long I was screaming. It must have been 
for some time because I began hearing Mack begging me to stop because they'd 
be worried downstairs. 

"He lay beside me, panting for a minute, fighting to catch his breath. Then, 
as if he didn't want to waste another minute away from my pulsating box, he 
glued his lips to it again. 'Oooooh... aaaaahhhh,' he kept moaning 
every-time he stopped sucking. 

"I can't stand much more of this!' I yelled to him as I tightened my thighs 
around his neck. My backside was up in the air as we moved around the bed. 
He didn't want to take his mouth away from my pussy and I wanted to remain 
glued to his face. So, as he licked my box, we moved around from one side of 
the bed to the other, a solid mass of flesh. 

"Finally he must have lost control because he bit my pussy and I yelled in 
pain. I knew he didn't mean it, because he apologized so much. 'I'm sorry, 
baby,' he said. 'I got so hungry for that luscious cunt of yours that I 
guess I tried to swallow it literally. I haven't done that in years. It 
happens to me sometimes when I get carried away.' "I forgave him and he put 
his mouth on my breasts for a change. They fit easily into his mouth. 

" 'I'd better stay away from your cunt for a while,' he added. 'In this mood 
I'm liable to just go nuts and try to eat it all. Maybe we'd better do a 
little fucking for a change.' "We took time out to have a little more 
champagne, which helped to renew the pleasant tingle I felt in my head. Then 
he put a pillow under my bottom and got between my thighs. He had a nice, 
warm, hard prick, and I enjoyed feeling it in me. But it just was not the 
same sensation. Don't get me wrong. I loved being laid by this man. He made 
Norm seem like an amateur by comparison. He moved his thing in and out 
beautifully, and he was able to do something to my clitoris that made me 
love it even more. And the way he held on to my buttocks as he pulled me 
close made it even cozier while he was buried inside me. Oh, I liked his 
prick in me all right. It was a lot of fun, but it just didn't ring any 
bells. It didn't make me want to scream, jump around the bed or out of the 
goddamned window like his lapping of my pussy did. That was something else. 
It may have been the combination of the lovely iced champagne, my own desire 
for adventure, and Mack's fantastic tongue. Whatever it was while he was 
sucking my box, I was in heaven... seventh heaven. 

I didn't want it ever to stop. 

"I don't know if you can understand that. It was like I was hooked on some 
drug. All the time he had his prick buried in my box, I kept thinking: Oh, 
if I could only have that marvelous nimble tongue in there instead. Even 
when I closed my eyes for a minute and imagined him doing it, I felt better. 

"I guess he felt the same because after he came a few minutes later, he 
asked me if I minded if he went back to licking my pussy again. 'I just 
never had anything like that. Frankly, I'd rather eat your lovely little 
cunt than fuck anybody I know.' 

" 'I don't mind,' I said laughing, 'but I should think it would get a little 
monotonous. I kept wondering how you could do it so long with your mouth and 
nose buried in my pussy. I don't know how you can breathe.' "He laughed. 
'Who wants to breathe all the time? Anyway, I assure you it's not boring. 
But if you think it is... well, I can show you some pretty exciting 
variations.' 

" 'You mean there's more to it than that?' "He put his forefinger on my 
clitoris and pressed it till I groaned with pleasure. 'That feels good, 
doesn't it?' I nodded. 'Well, did you ever think that it might be fun to 
have your little asshole sucked, too? To have my tippy tongue creeping into 
that. It would send you up to the ceiling. If you like, I can try that. That 
and some other nice games like it. I call them my "eating games" because 
they all involve sucking. Would you like to try them?' "I turned to him a 
little worriedly. 'They won't hurt me, will they, Mack? I loved your sucking 
my pussy. I never wanted it to stop. But I'm afraid you'll bite me again. 
And if you bit me in the behind, I might not be able to sit down for a 
week.' 

" 'I'll be very careful. Now turn around, Paula.' I did as he asked. 'Now 
raise your little ass up a few inches so I can suck it easier, baby. I love 
the look of those gorgeous cheeks. You have the ass of an angel. Look in 
that mirror and you can see for yourself. It'll also show you what I'm doing 
to you now.' "I glanced at the mirror on the high dresser and did a double 
take. It reminded me of a painting, I swear. I was lying on my side with my 
ass raised a little in the air and he had his tongue playing over its round 
surface. Maybe I was a lot drunker than I thought, but my body did look 
beautiful then. For one thing, the mirror didn't emphasize my breasts, which 
I think are too small anyhow. But I do have a nice ass. The skin is very 
white and the cheeks are round and just big enough to look good. They go 
well with my long, plump thighs, and the way they were lighted now, my 
cheeks looked softer than a baby's. My mother, who still likes to soap me in 
the bath, has always told me that I still have a little-girl's behind, 'soft 
and very white and feeling like baby fat.' "I was proud of how my ass looked 
in the mirror, the two soft round white halves with a nice flash of dark 
blonde pussy hair in between. And as I looked, Mack was moving his tongue 
between my cheeks. It felt so wonderful I almost passed out. The tip of his 
tongue was not in my asshole at that moment. It was just kind of toying with 
it. It would dart up to it, then away for several seconds in the most 
tantalizing way. It was as if Mack were trying to arouse a delicious 
expectation of a new sexual thrill by changing the timing of his arrival 
constantly. 

"I found myself holding my breath as I waited for his magnificent tongue to 
come back and touch my asshole again. He wasn't kidding when he called it a 
game. That's what it was, I realized. I was lying there with my ass a few 
inches from his mouth. Every few seconds his tongue would leap out of his 
mouth, scour the outsides of my ass cheeks, then move down between them. I 
would brace myself for the final hit, the second when his tongue would reach 
my asshole and kiss it and play with it. 

"He did this about a dozen times, until my heart was beating wildly. I was 
dying to feel his tongue inside my asshole! I couldn't bear to have those 
damned hit-and-run maneuvers any longer. Then, almost as if he read my 
thoughts, he zoomed in and really licked my asshole. His tongue just glommed 
on to it and stayed. And then it began to probe deeper and deeper. I could 
hear his breathing come through heavily as he was carried away by his own 
passion. And he was carrying me with him. 

"I wish I could describe what it felt like to have his tongue in my asshole! 
Even now, just thinking about it, just reliving the feeling of that tip of 
warm, pulsing flesh digging into my behind, makes me so weak I feel faint. I 
want to shout, Oh, God! Oh Jesus! Oh! Oh! Oh! until I run out of breath. I 
think it was the sharpest, most fantastic sexual feeling I ever had. Mack 
told me afterwards that some girls go out of their mind when they get their 
assholes sucked, and I must be one of them, because I just went out of my 
goddamned mind, My ass kept jerking toward his mouth as if it were operated 
by springs and I was hitting the bed with my fists and crying and all the 
time I was thinking: My God... my God... I wonder if Sara knows anything 
about this. And then I realized I had forgotten all about Sara." 

* * * 

The problems of the young subject, Paula O., are similar in many ways to 
those of thousands of other young people in this country and others. The 
fearful, often ignorant warnings of well-meaning parents and the overanxious 
supervision combine to create a latent or even overt anxiety and 
self-distaste in the young child. Most certainly the subject is not 
comfortable with her body and the implications of approaching womanhood. Her 
repeated references to germs and her complaints of the "bad smell" of her 
genital area are not uncommon in a generation preoccupied with personal 
hygiene to a perhaps excessive degree. Constant exposure on television and 
in magazines to advertisements for deodorants and "feminine hygiene sprays" 
may set up an acute sensitivity and anxiety in some young minds. And over 
identification of the eliminative functions with the sexual organs can only 
serve to compound these anxieties. 

The problem of parental fears being transferred to the child is of a 
somewhat different nature, particularly when these fears are based on lack 
of education or outright ignorance. Myths that masturbation causes cancer or 
warts, and that oral sex leads to insanity are well-known in psychological 
circles. There is ample evidence in the files of psychological and 
psychiatric research to show the lingering and destructive aftereffects of 
such uninformed rumor-mongering. Fears and anxieties of this 
origin--particularly with the authority of the loved parent behind it--may 
result in diverse aberrations or even in the fear of heterosexual 
intercourse itself. Dr. Irving Bieber says, in his paper "Sexual Deviations" 
in 'The Comprehensive Textbook of Psychiatry': 

--- A basic assumption is that dysfunction in heterosexual intercourse and 
orgasm indicates a neurotic disorder. Where fear of heterosexual 
gratification plays a significant role, the emergent sexual behavior is 
pathological. Fears of one sort or another determine varying degrees of 
frigidity in women or potency difficulties in men. Fears may determine 
dramatic behavioral inventions, circumventions, and shifts in sexual 
patterns, as may be noted in homosexuality, where sexual gratification is 
preserved but fear is avoided by a renunciation of heterosexuality. --- 

We may take particular note of the fact that, even with the older man, Mack, 
our subject is continually preoccupied with the way her vaginal area looks 
and smells. "My pussy fur was kind of sparse," she complains, "and it was 
dirty blonde. It was darker than the hair on my head, but not dark enough, 
and I had always been ashamed of it." There is no need to comment on the 
obvious recurrence of the word "dirty" in the sexual context. It is only 
when the older man, with somewhat poetic imagination, compares her smell to 
the "rich, pungent, spicy smell" of the forest that Paula begins to come to 
terms with some of the more pleasant possibilities of the situation. 

It is interesting to note the reaction that a simple compliment can draw 
from an insecure young girl. Almost immediately with the calming of her 
anxieties she begins to move in the opposite direction, from an exaggerated 
defensiveness to a display of mild exhibitionism. " 'Do you like the way my 
pussy looks, Mack?' I asked playfully, opening my legs as wide as I could." 
Few would dispute the beneficial effects of a mature and competent lover on 
this girl's sensitive ego. The induction of exhibitionistic tendencies can 
be considered a somewhat startling reversal of her previous reticence. Dr. 
Benjamin Karpman, in his previously quoted Sexual Offender and His Offenses, 
has this to say about such tendencies: 

--- Exhibitionism is invariably a form of regression, a retreat from the 
demands of adult sexual life into phantasy and/or symptomatic acts connected 
with childhood. It is psychogenetically related to other forms of 
regression: sadism, masochism, fetishism, transvestism. Other mechanisms are 
apparent... Transference is at work as when an individual exposes himself 
before young girls who represent a transference from the original mother 
image. Exhibitionism as a compensation for sexual inferiority is not found 
in literature beyond statements of the Adlerian school. --- 

The inclinations of our subject toward oral-ism exhibit also residual 
leanings in the direction of analism. This case differentiates itself from 
others of its type in that the girl, while preferring oral-genital 
relations, does not refuse to participate in normal genital relations, nor 
does she show any particular aversion to the more usual method. Indeed, she 
seems prepared to "sample" a number of deviations including, as will be seen 
subsequently, voyeurism and group sex. While group sex is not particularly 
surprising to the student of human sexual behavior, the predominantly oral 
predilections of this group should not be lost sight of. The men and girls 
both are primarily concerned with the oral aspects of their group 
experience, both in a passive and active manner. 

The evident pleasure of the subject, Paula, and her partner in their 
voyeuristic activities is of interest to the observer, particularly in the 
light of her previous exhibitionistic tendencies. Dr. Karpman comments, in 
the above-mentioned work, as follows on a relationship between these two 
deviations: 

--- With respect to Voyeurism, we have a situation comparable to that in the 
cases of Indecent Exposure. The voyeur does even less actual harm than the 
exhibitionist, for his activity is invariably carried out with secrecy. When 
his presence is detected by his victims, of course he subjects them to 
fright, for their first thought is that his intentions are predatory, which, 
however, they rarely are. The same thing applies to him as to the 
exhibitionist with respect to the futility of punishment. Like the 
exhibitionist, he is the victim of a compelling, irresistible urge and no 
amount of imprisonment is going to effect any change in his psychological 
condition. --- 

Here, of course, we are not dealing with voyeurism and exhibitionism in 
their more public and detrimental forms, but rather in their occurrence 
among people who know each other. 

Nevertheless, many of the same impulses are at work here. The warped sense 
of values and the somewhat compulsive reactions of the subject leave much to 
be desired in her future progress. 

* * * 

"I turned to Mack and asked him about Sara. I was getting worried about her. 
I had left her downstairs an hour ago dancing with a lot of guys. I had 
always felt kind of motherly toward her because she was easily frightened 
and because her religious background made her more uptight than usual. I was 
worried now that she was down there getting drunker than hell and not able 
to stop. One of Sara's problems was that she had a bottomless stomach. She 
ate and drank too much and never knew when to stop even though it added on 
the pounds. I had to stop her now. The last night she had overdone the food 
and drink, she'd kept me awake all night and most of the morning with her 
groans. 

"Mack laughed at my fears and told me I could see for myself that Sara was 
okay. She was next door and we could see her through the keyhole. I moved 
over to the connecting door between the two rooms and looked inside. 

"Sara was there all right. But what surprised me was that she was still 
fully dressed. Somehow I had expected her to be naked like me. She was 
sitting on the bed next to David, who was also dressed, and they were 
drinking champagne out of a bottle. I put my head close to the door and 
listened. 

" 'Let me see your pussy, baby,' David was saying. 

" 'No' Sara said. 'I don't want to. Let's go back down. I want to find 
Paula. You said we'd be here just a few minutes.' 

" 'We'll go down if you let me look at your pussy fur. I won't hurt you. All 
I want to do is look at it,' David pleaded. 

"I felt kind of strange spying on my roommate, but I couldn't help myself. I 
was dying to see what she would do. I knew Sara was ashamed of a mole on her 
belly. Would she show it to him? As I peeked through the keyhole, I saw Sara 
slowly lift her dress above her waist as she sat on the bed and then, 
opening her thighs wider, moved the crotchpiece of her panties. She was 
giving David a quick look and that was all. But David had other ideas, it 
seemed. The moment she opened her thighs, he put his head between them and 
kissed them. She backed away from him as if he had put an acetylene torch to 
her crotch. 

" 'Don't do that please,' she said in her childish voice. I could see that 
she was scared of being sucked. I felt like opening the door and stopping 
it, but David was already trying to win her over. 

" 'Just let me run my tongue over the slit so I can taste your pussy,' he 
said in a gentle tone. 

"Sara shook her head. 'No... I can't. It would be a terrible sin if I let 
you do anything like that. I'm sorry. But that was how I was brought up. And 
I have to go to confession. I'd have to tell the priest you kissed me in the 
pussy. That's sodomy and it's wrong.' 

" 'What if you kept your eyes closed and never knew your pussy was going to 
be sucked?' David asked playfully. 'After all, you've had a lot to drink. 
Suppose you had just lain down on the bed for a nap. Now if a man comes up 
and runs his tongue along your pussy fur and over your little cunt--well, no 
one could blame you, could they? I mean you were asleep. Okay?' "Sara 
thought it over a moment and then said very seriously, 'You'll just kiss me 
down there and that's all, right?' 

" 'Right,' David said. 'Just shut your eyes. You don't know anything about 
this. Shut them and spread your legs wide.' 

" 'Okay,' Sara said in a whining voice, 'but I'm not taking anything off. 
Not even my pants. Otherwise I'd be cooperating with you in sodomy.' "She 
lay back on the bed with her skirt over her waist and closed her eyes 
firmly. From where I was, I had to admit Sara looked pretty sexy the way she 
was even with her clothes on. Sara was a big, robust girl. She played on the 
girls' hockey team and her thighs were big and broad. They looked like the 
thighs of a woman ten years older as she opened them, and her black, thick 
bush was barely hidden by the thin wisp of yellow fabric that made up her 
panties' crotchpiece. I had to admit she looked very desirable that way. I 
could imagine a guy going ape just staring at that barely screened pussy 
with those mountainous thighs. Norm had told me he got a stiff prick just 
watching me in my miniskirt, so I could imagine what Dave must have felt 
like then. 

"He was feeling it, all right. He stared at Sara's spread open thighs, 
sighed, and then took out his prick. It was so big and swollen that I was 
astonished. He hadn't seemed so excited a moment ago. Now he undressed 
completely before the still closed eyes of Sara and knelt before the bed. He 
pushed his nose between her big white thighs and lapped the inner flanks of 
her bare flesh hungrily. I saw Sara shiver, but her eyes remained tightly 
closed. 

"Now Dave began to nuzzle his nose against the crotch of her panties, 
obviously sniffing it hungrily the way Mack had done with my crotch. I 
almost felt like laughing. What on earth turned men on so much about the 
smell of a girl's pussy, I wondered. It must be something like catnip to 
them, I thought, because every few seconds Dave would take his nose away 
from Sara's crotch and come up for air. And when he did, he'd be breathing 
very fast and be wiping his forehead with his undershirt. I wondered if I 
would feel like that if I were to suck a man's prick. Would that turn me on 
sexually in the same way? 

"My thoughts were distracted by something happening behind me. While I was 
peeking through the keyhole on my knees, Mack lay on the rug underneath my 
ass and started running his tongue over my bare cheeks. At intervals, he 
would spread the cheeks a little and dart his tongue at my asshole. I 
couldn't help giggling out loud, and then I caught myself. Poor Sara would 
die, she would just die if she knew someone was next door watching her pussy 
get sucked. 

"I turned to Mack and whispered in annoyance that I wanted him to leave me 
alone. lie laughed and said he would, provided I went and ordered us some 
more champagne. 

" 'You order it,' I said. 'Why do I have to?' 

" 'Because I want you to. Just ask them to send up a bottle and put it on my 
bill. Go on. I have my reasons. Tell you later.' "I went to the telephone 
and picked it up. After a moment the girl at the desk downstairs came on. I 
started to tell her what I needed when suddenly I felt Mack's tongue in my 
crotch. He was sucking madly on my pussy while I was trying to talk to the 
woman on the phone. I was so startled by what he was doing that I nearly 
dropped the receiver. 

" 'What was that you asked for?' the woman downstairs asked. 'Will you 
kindly repeat it, miss.' "I tried to speak, but Mack's tongue was operating 
so fast in my pussy that my voice nearly ran up to the ceiling. 

"'What?' the woman asked annoyed. 'Look, what's going on up there? I can't 
make out a word you're saying.' 

" 'Send me a bottle of champagne--' I began, and suddenly I went into a loud 
falsetto as Mack's tongue reached my clitoris. 'I want a bottle of 
champagne, and put ow... oooook... ohhh! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!' I found myself 
screaming into the phone. 'Look, send me a bot-teeellll of ow... Oh, my God! 
OHHHHH! OOOOHHHH... AAAHHHHHH!' I kept screaming, forgetting in the ecstasy 
of feeling Mack's tongue in my pussy that I was on the phone to a woman in 
the building. 

" 'Are you all right, miss?' the woman asked in a worried voice. 'What's 
going on?' 

" 'Nothing, ma'am... nothing... oh! Aaahhh--I'm just, er, having a kind of 
sneezing fit... It's an allergy. Let me call you back in a minute.' I hung 
up and started laughing as Mack continued to eat my pussy greedily. I 
realized now that he surprised me with another one of his little 'eating 
games.' He had nearly driven me out of my mind sucking on my pussy so I 
would scream into the phone to that woman, scream like a banshee. The woman 
must have thought I was insane. 

"When I got back to the keyhole, I could see that nothing much had happened 
yet. Sara was still lying on her back with her thighs wide apart, and Dave 
was talking to her again. 

" 'Let me take your panties off for a minute, baby,' he begged. 'That 
crotchpiece of yours is stretched so tight across your pussy I can't get it. 
It's as tight as a coat of armor. Let me just have a couple of minutes, 
honey. I'll give you a quick blow job. You'll love it.' 

" 'No,' Sara said. 'I want to get out of here. I want to go home.' She 
started to get out of the bed, but Dave moved too fast for her. Diving down 
on the bed, he buried his head between her thighs and started ripping at the 
fabric stretched taut over her pussy with his fingers. She began to twist 
and turn to get her crotch away from his hands. 'I don't want to do that,' 
she whined in her little girl's voice. 'God didn't intend for men to make 
love to women that way. It's not right.' "'You're crazy!' Dave yelled. 
'People do it every day.' 

" 'I never saw anyone who was nice do it,' she said stubbornly. 'Let me up! 
I gotta find Paula... " 

"But Dave was not giving up that fast. He kept trying to rip her 
crotchpiece, and in desperation tried to tear it off with his teeth. At 
that, Sara got panicky and turned around completely to get her crotch away 
from his mouth. It was the dumbest move she ever made. Once she presented 
her backside to him, he was able to tear off her panties much more easily. 
The result was that in a few minutes, he had tom them off completely. 

"Behind me, I could hear Mack laughing. I turned to see him standing on a 
chair and eyeing the whole scene over the transom. I could see why he was 
laughing. Sara was very funny as she dug her face and stomach into the 
mattress. She was blind to the fact that her ass was a perfect target for 
Dave. And what a target! Sara's a good-looking girl, and she has a 
substantial behind. Her big cheeks looked so pink against the white 
bedclothes. I heard Mack whistle with appreciation at the sight. 

" 'Man, your girl friend sure has a juicy ass. I got a hard on just looking 
at it. Look at how nice that black pussy of hers looks between her cheeks.' 
I saw what he meant. Sara's big, dark bush could be seen just below her 
asshole very clearly. But I didn't get too long a look. It was a very 
inviting target, and Dave wasn't one to pass it up. He got on the bed and 
began to lick Sara's pussy from the rear. She started to shiver and move her 
ass away from him, but then he began to diddle her pussy from the rear, 
gently at first, moving his forefinger around the edges. 

"For a moment Sara simply held on tight, trying to dig her head into the 
pillow like an ostrich. I suppose what she thought was that if she didn't do 
anything to help him, nothing would happen. She would be out of it. Well she 
was wrong. Oh, boy, was she wrong! After a few minutes of feeling Dave's 
tongue washing up and down the outside of her pussy, she began to react. Oh, 
sure, she was still a scared teen-ager and was trying to pretend she wasn't 
there, that she was back in her cosy bed at camp, I guess. But it's hard to 
do that when some man's lapping your asshole and your pussy with a hot, wet 
tongue. So she began to tremble and cry a little. That's when I got worried. 

" 'Listen, Mack, I don't like this. Sara's as old as me, but she's just a 
kid. Maybe I'd better stop it.' I got up to knock on the door, but Mack 
caught my arm. 

" 'Wait a minute. I know Dave. He'd never hurt anyone. He's just trying to 
work her up. Give him a few more minutes. If she doesn't come around by then 
I'll call them on the phone and tell them you're waiting for her downstairs. 
She's all right.' 

" 'No, Mack,' I protested. 'She's scared as hell.' 

" 'No she ain't. Look at her now, damn it. She's enjoying getting her cunt 
sucked. Just like you did.' "He was right. As I looked through the keyhole, 
I saw Sara bobbing her ass up and down to meet Dave's mouth. And not just 
bobbing up and down. Her ass was doing the weirdest gyrations you ever saw. 
That man's tongue had got her so aroused that she couldn't hold still. And 
when he came up for air, I could see that Sara's pussy was getting frothy. A 
kind of milky white fluid covered the dark hair. Apparently Dave's furious 
sucking had made her juices flow and they were moving over her pussy and 
down the inner surfaces of her thighs. And the girl wasn't crying anymore. 
She was laughing--I guess giggling would be the right word really. She kept 
giving him little giggles every time he diddled her pussy with a finger and 
then pecked at it with his tongue. And now I could see that Dave had his own 
little 'eating games.' After a while he got off the bed and went over to a 
box of chocolate-covered candies he had on the dresser. I heard him offer 
Sara some of them. But she was still in her giggling schoolgirl mood, I 
guess, because she refused to lift her face from the pillow. I heard her say 
something I couldn't make out. Then I saw Dave take the box over to her ass 
and put it right on it while he ate some. 

"I guess Sara thought it was funny--his using her ass for a table while he 
continued to munch candies, because she began to giggle more than ever and 
her ass shimmered like a plate of jelly; her big pink mounds kept moving so 
much they finally tossed over the candy box. I heard him offer them again to 
her and when she shook her head once more, he really got playful. He put a 
chocolate candy in her pussy and then ate it from there. It was so fantastic 
I could hardly believe it. There he was taking those chocolates and 
inserting them one by one in her slit while she dug her face in the pillow. 
Then he'd bend over till his face nuzzled her ass, and he would retrieve 
them from her pussy and eat them. 

" 'They taste good, Sara,' I heard him say to her. 'You really out to try 
it. Nothing like a chocolate candy marinated in Sara's pussy. Bet I could 
sell these for three dollars a pound in the market.' Then he'd insert 
another one in her pussy and do the same thing. It was so funny, I burst out 
laughing and so did Mack. I realized that Dave must be drunk as hell to do 
it, but the thing was still very funny. But then, I guess Sara really got 
worried. She thought he was going berserk or something and tried to get up. 
As soon as she turned around, he grabbed her thighs, buried his, face in her 
bush, and just nailed her down to the bed. 

"Well, he was drunk all right, but he was full of beans, too, and he kept 
sucking Sara's pussy without coming up for air. I never saw anything like 
it. I mean that man was just nuzzling her bush for what looked like ten 
minutes without stopping, and by the time he was through he had Sara going 
crazy. First she tried to fight him off, pushing his mouth away with her 
hands, rolling out from under him on the bed. But he wouldn't let go. 

"Now Sara's a big girl and there's a lot of her to grab hold of. Everytime 
she rolled out from under him, David would grab her ass, pull it closer to 
him, and just start licking her pussy from behind. Then, if she pulled away 
again, he'd roll her over and wedge his face between her thighs, fastening 
on her slit like he was never going to let go. 

"Well, after about fifteen minutes of that, the poor girl got tired. Finally 
she was so tired of jumping around that she lay still, panting at the 
ceiling, and that's when he got her good. I saw her just lie there, his 
mouth on her bush. I was wondering whether to call the thing off finally. 
Then I saw her face. She was definitely enjoying it now. 

"For several minutes, she just lay there while his tongue kept licking her, 
and then she began to groan out loud. And these weren't groans of pain, they 
were groans of passion. He had her so excited now that she couldn't lay 
still. Then he did something that was new to me. He was sucking away at her 
slit when all of a sudden he lifted his whole body and swung it over so that 
his crotch was over her face. I saw his prick dangle over Sara's mouth and I 
thought she'd scream bloody murder or something. 

"I mean she used to practically vomit at the idea of getting her pussy 
licked, and the thought of licking a man's prick was so impossible she 
wouldn't dream of it. But something strange was happening to her now. In the 
wildness of her passion, as she had her pussy eaten, she wasn't thinking 
about anything. She was just doing... doing whatever felt natural to her. 
And I guess it just felt natural to eat him like he was eating her. I saw 
her lips open and swallow the head of his prick. I swear, I don't know how 
she ever got it so far in. It almost looked from where I was watching as if 
she had just swallowed his whole peter because I couldn't see it for a 
minute. Then they both went at it at the same time. 

"While Dave's tongue moved in and out of her pussy and up along the inner 
sides of her big white thighs, she'd lick his prick and then move on to his 
balls. Sometimes it was hard to see his face because it would disappear into 
Sara's big black bush. And I couldn't always see hers. But when I did see 
their faces, they were so lit up and happy I got jealous. Sara's eyes were 
shining with the kind of pleasure I hadn't seen in them in months. All of 
her customary gloominess was gone and she looked positively happy. And Dave 
did, too. He looked as if somebody had just told him' he'd won the Irish 
Sweepstakes. They were having so much fun sucking each other that I suddenly 
felt a strong itch to do it myself. 

"I guess Mack must have felt the same way because he pulled me away from the 
keyhole and lay me flat on the rug. Then he climbed over me, putting his 
prick and balls over my face while he buried his face in my bush. But before 
he did it, he looked at me to see if I objected. I nodded and smiled at him, 
and then we went at it together. 

"The feeling I got as I sucked his prick was that I had something growing in 
my mouth. It felt very small and a little loose and soft when he first put 
it in. But after my tongue worked on it for a while, a strange thing 
happened. His prick continued to feel bigger and bigger until finally I half 
expected it to explode through the side of my jaw. And the thing that 
surprised me was how much I loved it. I had always thought I'd hate having a 
man's peter in my mouth. I thought of it as dirty... just like my pussy. 

"But from the beginning! liked his prick in my mouth. I loved feeling the 
smoothness of his skin on my lips and tongue and I loved the way the darn 
thing kept growing and growing in my mouth as large as life. It was like I 
had a lovely little animal in my mouth, something I could make jump or get 
bigger and harder just manipulating it with my tongue. 

"After a while it began to heave like mad in my mouth and I knew he must be 
getting very close to coming. I was getting close, too... my pussy felt like 
it was on fire as his tongue kept probing it. But I wasn't used to it I 
guess. And maybe because Mack had come before, he was a little harder to get 
off now. Anyway, after a while my jaws began to ache from the job of just 
surrounding his big prick and I had to stop and rest. 

"When I looked up, I saw Dave and Sara standing over us, naked and holding a 
fresh bottle of champagne. Sara was giggling like mad and pointing to me. 

" 'You're a copycat,' she said in her sly way. 'That's just what we've been 
doing. Dave says it's called a sixty-nine, because that's what it looks like 
when your head's between his legs and his head's between yours. Anyway,' she 
went on in her blurry, drunken voice, 'Whatever the reason is, I just love 
it... love sixty-nine better than anything in the world. 

" 'Know why, Paula? Because it's like perpetual motion... I mean perpetual 
sucking... Oh, I don't know what I mean except that it's absolutely 
wonderful. Here's to sixty-nine!' She raised her glass in a toast. Dave 
laughed. I saw Mack looking hungrily at my girl friend's big black bush. 

" 'If you like sixty-nine,' he said, smiling, 'think how much more fun a 
hundred and thirty-eight would be.' "Sara's eyes boggled, and her boobs, 
which are pretty big, bobbed up and down as she laughed. 'What on earth is a 
hundred and thirty-eight?' 

" 'Four people doing sixty-nine together,' Dave answered. 'Would you like to 
try it?' "Sara looked at me and laughed. 'If she does, I will.' "I felt a 
little funny doing it with four people. It had taken me this long just to do 
it with two. But I had had a lot of wine and I'm very -curious about new 
techniques in anything. 

"So, after taking another glass of champagne, I got on the bed with the 
three of them and did what Mack told me was really called a daisy chain. The 
first impression I got was there were too many arms and legs in the way. I 
felt like I was always getting blocked by one or the other. But then they 
got sorted out and it was a brand new experience--one I'll never forget. 

"The first thing that happened was that I lay back on the pillow and took 
Mack's prick in my mouth. Then I felt Dave's mouth glue itself to my pussy 
and he started sucking me there. Sara in her turn was sucking Dave's prick 
and getting her slit sucked by Mack. 

"For several minutes we kept sucking each other that way. I'd move to Mack's 
balls and come back to his prick and he'd play with my pussy and move on to 
my thighs, and the thing I really dug about it was that you could rest every 
once in a while and nobody minded too much because everybody was so busy. 
You were either getting sucked or sucking. It was lovely. 

"When we all finally came close to coming, you could tell, because we kept 
doing it faster and faster and fighting harder and harder for breath--which 
wasn't easy with a big prick in your mouth--and then suddenly we all came 
about the same time. It was like fireworks going off. My pussy kept 
throbbing long after I came, and my heart beat so wildly I thought it would 
burst. It had been the wildest time of my life. 

"I hated leaving that bed to get back to camp, and so did Sara. Neither of 
us talked very much on the way back. I mean the whole evening had been kind 
of fantastic, dreamlike for us both. But later on, as we both lay in our 
cots, staring up at the ceiling, Sara said something that spoke for me, too. 

" 'You know how I feel? I feel like I've grown up in one night. Maybe it's 
crazy... but I just don't feel like a kid anymore.' " 

* * * 

In the preceding segment of the narrative, there is a strong indication that 
the participation of her friend in the voyeuristic activities as the object, 
and in the orgiastic activities as an active partner, did much to reinforce 
Paula's confidence. Her continuing references to the sexual backwardness of 
her girl friend lend further insight to the obvious deep-seated insecurities 
of the subject. There is little doubt that Paula's oralistic bent can be put 
in the proper perspective through psychotherapy; however, it is imminent 
that she undergo such psychotherapy immediately. 

 CHAPTER FOUR - Getting Ahead 

"I was a virgin until I was eighteen. And when I say virgin, I mean I never 
even got inside a girl's bra, much less her pants. My acne made me kind of 
shy, so I never dated in high school. Things stayed pretty much the same, 
with rare exception, even when I joined the service. I'd go to the local bar 
with some of the fellas, get plastered on a few beers, but no broads ever 
came my way. Some of the swingers used to fix me up occasionally with a 
local girl, but I just never made out. I always felt my acne repulsed chicks 
and I never pushed for a romantic encounter. 

"I had been rejected so many times in school that I simply gave up on ever 
making out. I was always considered a lone wolf, but what they didn't know 
was that I resigned myself to being one of those guys broads didn't go for. 
I had been hurt too many times to keep trying to pick up a girl. I mean, how 
many times does a guy have to be turned down before he gets the message? I 
used to feel sorry for myself, but not anymore, because I found out that it 
really doesn't matter what you look like, if you can project confidence in 
yourself. That's what spending several weeks with Cathy did for me. 

"I met her while I was hitchhiking into town for a night at the only bar. I 
was stationed in a small burg with a civilian population of about three 
hundred. Most of the servicemen were pretty well behaved, so the townspeople 
treated us pretty good. In fact, a lot of us fellas who couldn't get home 
for the holidays were invited to spend Thanksgiving dinner and Christmas 
dinner with families in the area. 

"That's how I met Cathy, or that's how we became sex partners. She was 
sixteen years old and had her old man's car for the evening. Cars were 
passing me up left and right on that dirt road when suddenly this old 
clunker stops for me. It was dark out there and I didn't know it was a girl 
behind the wheel until I opened the door and got in. She smiled very 
courteously and said, 'Hi! Can I give you a ride into town?' "I was kind of 
surprised that such a young girl would stop at that time of night. She 
wasn't very good-looking; had a real big nose and slightly bucktoothed. Her 
hair looked like she cut it herself with a pair of pinking shears. It hung 
in straggly locks down to her shoulders. But she bubbled and sparkled like 
she wasn't even aware of her looks. We talked about stupid things for the 
ten minutes it took to get into town and on the main drag that led to the 
bar. 

"She was very outgoing. If you didn't look at her face you'd think she was 
the school queen, just by the way she acted. I thanked her for the ride, and 
before I got the door open she asked me for my name. I told her it was 
Allen, and then she asked me if I hitchhiked into town often. I told her 
about three times a week. 'Well,' she said, 'if I see you out there again, 
you've got a ride.' "And sure enough, two days later while I was hitching 
into town she stopped for me again. This time she drove much slower, like 
she wasn't in any hurry to get into town. 'Thanksgiving's coming up in a few 
days,' she said, 'and I was wondering... If you don't have any place to go, 
I could talk the folks into inviting you over. Why don't you give me the 
phone number at your barracks and I'll get back to you tomorrow.' "I was so 
flustered by this, I could hardly find the phone number in my wallet. This 
was the first girl who really showed any desire to be with me and I was 
really excited. She took out a pad and pencil from her purse and copied the 
number down, thanked me, and said she'd call about eight the following 
night. 

"I was so elated I bought a round of beers for all the guys I knew at the 
bar. All kind of thoughts were running through my head. Was she too young 
for me to be getting mixed up with? Did she just want to have a guy to talk 
to or was she serious about having some kind of romantic relationship? 

"Boy, I was sure flying high that night! She wasn't very good-looking, but 
then neither was I. I couldn't stop my thoughts from inventing all kinds of 
fantasies of our necking together in some motel. Then I remembered her 
age--sixteen! Shit. She was probably just hard up for male companionship 
because she couldn't get a guy, like I couldn't get a girl--because of my 
looks. That kind of dampened things. 

"The next night she called. Her voice was like music over the phone. 'I just 
talked to Daddy and Mom, and they said it would be great to have you over 
for Thanksgiving. In fact, Daddy asked me to tell you that if there are any 
other men on the base who don't have a place to go, you could bring them 
over. But I told him I just wanted to have you. Was that okay, Allen?' "She 
made me feel like a million dollars. I could hardly get to sleep that night. 
I kept tossing and turning, wondering what she looked like in a nice dress, 
in full light. I was hoping she'd have big tits to make up for her homely 
face. Then I figured, what the hell--she's a girl who wants to be with me. 
So what if she has small tits? She's probably too naive to let me play with 
her anyway. Christ, what does a sixteen-year-old know about sex anyway? 

"She picked me up at the base gate at five o'clock. This time she was 
driving a brand new Cadillac. I stared at her to make sure it was the right 
girl. 'Whose car is this?' I inquired. 

" 'It's Daddy's. He bought that old clunker for me to drive around in so I 
don't smash this one up. But tonight's special, so he let me take the Cad,' 
she rattled. 

"When we arrived at her house, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a real 
mansion. This homely girl and the mansion just didn't fit. You always think 
of rich girls as being beautiful. It never dawns on you that money doesn't 
make kids look any different from other kids who don't have money. 

"Her folks were real gracious, treating me like some nephew of theirs. I 
felt so uncomfortable with all their expensive furniture and thick rugs. 
Uncomfortable isn't the word for it, I was downright stiff. I guess the old 
man noticed this and tried to make me feel at home by laughing a lot and 
slapping me on the shoulder whenever he was near. Cathy smiled all through 
the evening, giggling and joking. The more I looked at her the less I 
noticed her homeliness. She was so vivacious and warm I couldn't help liking 
her. She just didn't act like a teen-ager; she was mature and sure of 
herself. I figured that's what money could do for you. 

"After dinner we sat around and talked about my family and the usual dumb 
things. Then the old man suggest that Cathy take the Cad and show me the 
town. They sure were nice people. So Cathy and I got into the Cad and she 
drove around, pointing out the various spots. As she drove, the street 
lights became fewer and fewer, making the road and the surrounding 
countryside darker. All of a sudden there were no streetlights at all ahead, 
just country road. She pulled over onto the dirt shoulder and parked. 

"She put her arm on top of the seat back and stared at me. I looked into her 
eyes, glistening from the moonlight, and felt a funny sensation in my 
stomach. She moved over to me, still looking deep into my eyes, and licked 
her lips. Very slowly, Cathy tilted her head and kissed me lightly. Little 
sparks flew down to my prick and made it warm. When she broke the kiss I was 
motionless, almost hypnotized by the fantastic feeling her lips gave me 
right down to my gut. 

"She leaned in again and kissed me harder. My arm went around her slim waist 
and pulled her tight to me. My whole body began to respond like it never had 
before. She wasn't homely anymore; she was a girl whose kisses were making 
me hot as hell. I began kissing her on the cheek and neck and she let out 
little moans of pleasure. This got me hotter. 

" 'Let's get in the back seat,' she said. 'It's more comfortable there.' "We 
climbed over the front seat and fell into an embrace. My whole body was 
tingling with excitement. This was the first time I had been this intimate 
with a girl and my passion was soaring. The moon was full and shone into the 
car, lighting up her body. She pulled her dress high, up to her hips. I 
looked at those thighs and fell to my knees to take them into my hands. As I 
cradled her fleshy thighs in my arms, burying my head in the soft flesh, my 
stiff prick rubbed against her leg. My hands caressed those beautiful white 
thighs as my prick pressed hard against her. All of a sudden I felt a 
swirling of heat which started in the depths of my groin, growing with 
intensity as it neared my prick. 

"I shot my load right then. As I grasped her lovely thighs hard in my hands 
and grunted, she petted my head. After I had stopped moaning, and shot my 
last, she whispered, 'Have you ever made out with a girl before?' "I shot 
back, 'Of course!' I was ashamed to admit the truth, especially knowing that 
I was two years older than she. 

"She drove me back to the base to change pants. When I returned to the gate 
she was reapplying lipstick and powder to her pale face. She then drove back 
to her house and parked the car in the garage. We went inside and had coffee 
and pastry with the folks. Afterwards she drove me back to the base. I was 
quiet most of the way, ashamed at my premature coming, and feeling 
inadequate with a girl younger than me. 

" 'I'd like you to take me to a movie this Saturday, Allen,' she said, 
holding my hand. 'I want to be with you again.' "I looked straight ahead. 
'Are you sure?' I said in a self-pitying voice. 

" 'Very sure,' she answered, squeezing my hand. 

" 'You mean you don't care about what happened tonight?' I ventured again. 

"We were at the entrance to the base. The car stopped at the side of the 
road. 

"She moved over to me, placing her hand on my thigh. 'I'm very pleased at 
what happened tonight. At least I know I'm sexually attracted to you. The 
fact that you came so fast doesn't matter. I felt flattered that my legs 
excite you so much. But next time we're in the back seat I have something 
planned that I think will please you very much.' "We kissed one long kiss, 
embracing like lost lovers, and then I took off for my barracks. 

"The following Saturday she picked me up in her old car and we went to a 
horror movie. All through the thing she gripped my hands and arms in fright. 
When it was all over we walked back to the car, babbling all the way about 
how scary the thing was. She drove out that lonely road again and parked. I 
moved toward her and she threw her arms around my neck, kissing me hard and 
passionately. My hands were all over her, feeling her small but full tits, 
rubbing her waist and hips. She pressed her lovely body to me, giving me all 
of her to take and pet. My prick was hard as a rock, throbbing like mad. 

"I was braver this night, and suggested that we get in the back seat now. I 
began unbuttoning her blouse as she unzipped my fly. Her breasts were pretty 
and hard, just big enough to fill my hands. I sucked on her lips as I 
squeezed the hell out of those nice tits. She was moaning and playing with 
my prick. 

"Then all of a sudden she just dropped to the floor, as if in a dead faint. 
But she had a firm grasp on my dick. The next thing I knew, her hot wet 
mouth was surrounding my prick, sucking and licking it wildly. I lay back 
and groaned. Oh, God, was she good. My whole insides were churning. She 
moaned and sucked, twisting her head and flashing her tongue around my hot 
prick. She licked it hard, starting from the bottom and pressing that hot 
little tongue upwards, until it touched the head of my prick. Then she 
sucked it into her mouth, taking it in right to the hilt. 

"I was moaning up a storm, wriggling all over that seat. Then, as if she had 
touched my insides with fire, I shot my load like I never shot before. Her 
sweet hot mouth never left my prick. She took it all, every drop of come 
that spurted. 

"I lay on the seat, panting breathlessly, fully and totally satisfied. She 
had suddenly become beautiful in my eyes. A sexy, wanton, and beautiful 
creature. She crawled up on my body and planted a kiss, a wet loving kiss on 
my lips. 

" 'Now you do me, honey,' she whispered. 

"I got down on the floor of the car as she slouched in the seat, spreading 
her legs wide. I nuzzled into her hairy pussy area, not quite sure what to 
do. She guided me and instructed me. I found myself loving the wetness and 
warmth of her cunt. The first cunt I had ever touched or sucked on. 

"She taught me in that one evening the art of sucking a girl's cunt. I 
nibbled on that little hard sex button of hers as she wiggled her little ass 
all over the place. She was loving everything I did and it made me feel like 
a real man. 

" 'Suck harder,' she moaned. 'Suck it good, honey. That's right. Oh, God, 
that's good. Oh, shit, you suck good, baby. Oh, yes, honey, suck me hard... 
suck me... suck me... oh-h-h I'm coming! Oh, baby, I'm coming! Don't stop, 
don't stop!' Her body went rigid. My hands were cupped under her soft ass, 
which felt so good. Then she groaned loudly and jerked her hips back and 
forth as her orgasm tore through her little sexy body. She lay panting 
silently, as I had a few moments before. 

"And that was my initiation into real sex. It took a teen-age girl to 
finally make it happen. Being eighteen, I figured that my first experience 
would probably be with some barfly or older whore." 

The early, pervasive sense of inadequacy of the young man, Allen D., his 
preoccupation with the "disfiguring" acne, and his consequent low opinion of 
himself had already laid a firm foundation for the development of sexual or 
psychological problems. The self-disparaging tone of his assertion that he 
was a virgin until past the age of eighteen shows that even at the time of 
the interview he had not come to terms with his early bad opinion of 
himself. And, indeed, his recollection of the first meetings with the young 
girl, Cathy would lead us to believe that he was not mature or 
self-confident enough to handle the situation in an ego-building manner. It 
is clear that most of the preliminary initiatives were in the hands of his 
new partner, and the young man was, for the most part, nothing but a willing 
follower. His purported concern with the "morality" of the new situation, 
whether or not the girl was too young to be getting mixed up with, the 
possibilities of her serious or non-serious intentions, may quite possibly 
be nothing more than an elaborate rationalization of his own fears of 
inadequacy. The compulsive reiteration of their mutual lack of good looks 
and the immaturity of her years might seem to suggest that he was looking 
for a way out of the coming relationship before it had even started. 

The young man's concern with status symbols such as the Cadillac and the 
house--"mansion" as he refers to it--is in line with the ego-building 
requirements of his personality. The observer may be forgiven for wondering 
whether or not these status symbols may have been decisive arguments in the 
young man's decision to begin a relationship with the girl. There is no 
question, as the subject admits himself, that while the interest of the 
young girl had its effect on shoring up his deflated ego, there were aspects 
of her evident financial position and her exuberant confidence that raised 
up old anxieties. His comment after his first experience that "I was quiet 
most of the way, ashamed at my premature coming, and feeling inadequate with 
a girl younger than me" speaks volumes about the depths of self-doubt that 
this young man must have suffered. 

The evident neurotic basis of Allen's concern with sexual performance, his 
shame at premature ejaculation, perhaps as a reflection on his potency as a 
male, are not unusual reactions in a person of his background and 
personality profile. The observations of Dr. Irving Bieber, in his 
previously cited paper "Sexual Deviations," may be relevant here: 

--- Sexually, the male is expected to be potent and orgiastic, with 
frequency of intercourse determined by mood, mutual agreement, 
circumstances, and needs. The female is expected to be responsive and 
orgiastic and to feel free to initiate sexual activity as does the male. 
Sexuality should be enthusiastically enjoyed, and each should be capable of 
having frank discussions about sexual matters. --- 

Dr. Bieber also notes: 

--- If sexuality becomes a way primarily of relieving anxiety and tension or 
as escape phenomena either from work or other anxiety-laden situations, or 
where sex becomes an opportunistic maneuver to gain affection or approval, 
or where sex becomes a way of dominating one's partner, such behaviors must 
be construed as neurotically inspired. --- 

Fortunately for the young man, his partner was possessed of a sympathetic 
manner and a self-confidence which allowed her to approach his problems with 
a degree of maturity. Unencumbered by self-defeating feelings of 
inferiority, she was able to instill a modicum of self-confidence in Allen 
that allowed him, somewhat to his own surprise, to undertake the initiative 
on several occasions. Cathy's action in initiating fellatio on him seems, in 
the young man's mind, to have been something of a turning point in their 
relationship, and, one suspects, in his evaluation of himself. "She had 
suddenly become beautiful in my eyes," he comments, and it is quite possible 
that, in his own eyes, some of this beauty had begun to rub off on himself. 

The subsequent group activities with the two teen-age girls had, one 
suspects, an unforeseen result in that Cathy began to find herself attracted 
in a romantic as well as a physical way to the young soldier. This is not an 
unusual consequence of passionate sexual involvement as the famous 
researcher Albert Ellis notes in The Annals of the American Academy of 
Political and Social Science: 

--- The fact that one can truly love several members of the other sex 
simultaneously is blithely ignored by most of those who violently oppose 
promiscuity. So is the fact that just as love leads to sex, sex frequently 
leads to love. Sparked however by the experiences and the values of the 
hippies of the last few years, who have emphasized group love as well as 
group sex participations, a new concept of what might be called promiscuous 
love is beginning to arise. --- 

Regardless of the inability of this new relationship with Cathy to endure, 
there can be little doubt of the value of the entire relationship to the 
newly emerging self-image and self-confidence of the subject. He apparently 
has no hesitation in forming separate sexual alliances with both Cathy and 
her friend, Georgette. The increase in self-confidence, unfortunately, has 
not necessarily been followed by a concomitant increase in maturity, as his 
excessive preoccupation with oral ism would indicate. At the end of the 
interview he is still a "virgin" in the accepted genital sense, and not only 
is he content with the situation, he seems quite pleased with it. 

The strong influence of the girl Cathy on the young man's sexual development 
is reflected in his apparent willingness to avoid genital relations with 
her. The observations of John H. Gagnon and William Simon, in their paper 
"Sexual Deviance in Contemporary America," may shed some light on this: 

--- The evidence is that there are still fairly strong norms against 
premarital coitus and that these norms continue to be much stronger for 
females than for males. There is also evidence that males continue to make 
distinctions between girls with whom one has intercourse under conditions of 
no affection and girls with whom one has intercourse only before marriage 
when in love. Ehrmann suggests that males who are in love with a female are 
less likely to desire coitus with her than males who are not in love with a 
female. --- 

The observer can only wonder what these sexual confrontations, with their 
emphasis on oral gratification, will mean for the future ability of the 
subject to give and receive love in a more complete and satisfying manner. 

* * * 

"A few days passed and I called Cathy to make arrangements for another date. 
She was her usual cheery self as she answered the phone. I asked her out for 
the following weekend and she said, 'Oh, we don't have to go out, Allen. Mom 
and Dad are leaving town for the weekend... sort of a business and pleasure 
trip. They'll be gone for three days. You know what that means? You can 
sleep here, and nobody will know.' 

" 'Are you kidding?' I almost screamed. 'That's pretty risky, isn't it?' 

" 'Hell no,' she laughed. 'I've done it before. And if you don't mind, I'd 
like to share you with a girl friend of mine. I think you'll like her--she's 
got real big knockers.' "I was stunned. 

" 'Pick you up in half an hour, honey,' she said, and hung up. 

"I gathered my shaving gear and other overnight gear into a bag and walked 
to the gate to wait for Cathy. I recognized her old clunker as it came 
closer, pulling to a stop right alongside me. At the wheel was Cathy, in the 
back seat was a blonde chick who looked Cathy's age. As I got into the seat 
next to her, Cathy said, 'Hi, Allen. I'd like you to meet my girl friend, 
Georgette.' Georgette smiled and said hi. She Had big tits, all right, and 
she wasn't trying to hide them either. Her dress was tight as a glove, and 
those knockers were poking straight out. She wasn't much better looking than 
Cathy, and a bit on the plump side. 

"We joked and laughed on the way to the house. About a block before we 
arrived there, Cathy said, 'Slide down so you can't be seen. Wait till I 
pull into the garage and get the door closed. This way the neighbors won't 
know you're with us.' "I crouched down beneath the seat, and a few minutes 
later Cathy said, 'Okay, honey, it's safe now.' "We left the car and entered 
the house through a door which led into the kitchen from the garage. All the 
blinds were pulled and the drapes were drawn. 

"Cathy went to the bar and set a bottle of gin on the counter. 'What do you 
like with your gin?' she asked, smiling happily. Man, this was neat. A whole 
mansion to ourselves. 

" 'Seven-Up,' I replied. 

"She poured three drinks and gave one to each of us. 'Drink them fast,' 
Cathy said. 'I don't like to fart around too long.' Leading the group, she 
downed hers in just a few minutes while we chatted and told jokes. She 
poured another drink for all of us, this time a real strong one. About 
halfway through it, we were all giggling, half stoned on empty stomachs. 

" 'Hey, Georgette,' Cathy giggled in a loud voice, 'why don't you show Allen 
your big tits.' "Georgette stood up and slurred, 'Would you like to see my 
big tits?' "She walked to within a foot of me and reached back to unhook the 
top of her dress. She almost lost her balance for a moment as she proceeded 
to unzip it down to her hips. She pulled the open dress forward, slipping 
her arms from the short sleeves. Directly in front of me were two large 
breasts, resting in a low-cut bra. Their mounds puffed over the front edges 
of the material. She reached back and unhooked the bra. My prick was growing 
hard, pushing against my pants. As she removed her bra, those two giant tits 
fell forward, jiggling from their enormous size. Unconsciously, I squeezed 
my cock. Cathy, who was in the chair next to me, said, 'No fair playing with 
yourself!' "Georgette leaned forward, resting her hands on the arms of my 
chair, and let those big white tits sway just inches from my face 'Aren't 
those nice big tits?' she said, half drunk. 

" 'Those are big tits, all right,' I said, panting with mounting passion. I 
reached up and took both tits in my hands. God, they felt so sexy I couldn't 
believe the sensations that were swirling through my body. I squeezed them 
hard and Georgette swayed her body, moaning. "MM-mm... I like that,' she 
whispered. The more I squeezed her tits the hotter I got. I had forgotten 
completely about Cathy. Those huge mounds of flesh were all my eyes and mind 
could perceive. I had never before felt such enormous tits. 

"I took one of her big nipples into my mouth. She squealed and pushed her 
tit into my face. My cock was so stiff it was standing straight up. As I 
sucked hungrily on her big nipple, I felt hands unzipping my pants. Cathy 
was frantically pulling my pants off. She removed my shoes next. 

"Cathy said, 'Everybody on the floor.' I let go of Georgette's tits and let 
her remove the rest of her clothes. I lay on my back as Cathy crawled up 
between my legs and grabbed my dick. 'Oh, you've got a good prick,' she 
said. 

" 'I get to suck it, too,' Georgette said. 

" 'You can suck it right now, because Allen's going to suck me... suck my 
pussy.' "Cathy straddled my head and lowered her hairy cunt to my mouth. 
Just then I felt my prick being engulfed in Georgette's hot wet mouth. I 
licked and sucked her pussy lips as Cathy groaned and encouraged me with her 
pleadings. 'Oh, that's good, baby. Suck me good. Suck me good. Oh, Christ, 
that's too good.' "Georgette was licking my dick all over. This was wild! I 
tried to concentrate on Cathy's sex button, sucking it into my mouth, 
licking it hard, biting it, flicking it with my tongue. She groaned in 
ecstasy, grinding her hips into my face, begging for more of my tongue and 
lips. All the while Georgette continued to play with my prick in her mouth. 
She wasn't trying to make me come because Cathy had to have her turn also at 
sucking me. That was the agreement. 

"Georgette shifted her body and brought her tits around near my chest. I 
reached down, cupping those huge fleshy mounds in my hands, pulling, 
squeezing, pushing on them. She writhed and twisted within my grasp, moaning 
as her mouth worked its magic on my prick. 

"My fingers found her hard nipples and twisted them between my thumb and 
forefinger. She moaned louder, heaving those mounds across my chest in 
ecstasy as her body swayed in rhythmic passion. My face was buried in 
Cathy's pussy, bathed in her juices. I was the center of a wild drunken orgy 
with two young teen-agers who were obviously well practiced in the art of 
sex. 

"Cathy's hips moved down hard against my mouth as I sucked and chewed her 
clitoris. My tongue flashed back and forth across her sex button as she 
ground and pressed her soft flesh harder onto my face. She yelled, 'I'm 
coming. Oh, God, I'm coming!' Her body remained still for a moment and then 
jerked and rocked as I continued to suck and nibble on her clitoris. 

"She rolled off my face, panting hard for several moments, and then moved 
down to where Georgette was busily sucking me off. 'Okay,' she said, 
breathing heavily, 'my turn to suck his big dick. You get on his mouth now.' 
Georgette released my sopping wet prick and positioned herself above my head 
as Cathy dove for my prick with her mouth open wide. She took it full into 
her throat, causing my hips to thrust upward, trying to get in deeper. At 
the same time Georgette lowered her fleshy cunt to my mouth, swaying her 
hips. I extended my tongue and flashed it across the full length of her 
pussy lips. She let out a yell of ecstasy. My lips sucked in her large 
swollen clitoris and she let out a whole series of moans of great pleasure. 

"Her clitoris was much larger than Cathy's. I sucked it into my mouth like a 
tender nipple and licked and flicked my tongue back and forth rapidly. 
Georgette emitted cries of helpless ecstasy. 

"Cathy was on her side, sucking my dick up and down as fast as her head 
would move. My entire body lit up with electricity, pulsing sex throughout 
my being. I reached down and my hand fell upon her hips. I moved my hand 
around her soft thigh and in to her wet pussy lips. Her legs opened to allow 
my hand to find its way into her cunt, which was sopping wet. She moved her 
hips forward, nudging my hand against her pussy opening. I plunged two 
fingers into her warm wet hole and those lovely thighs closed snuggly around 
my hand, trapping my fingers in her sex hole. 

"She moved her graceful hips to and fro, fucking my fingers. Obviously she 
didn't have enough sex and was begging for more. I moved my fingers as best 
I could within her pussy hole, pulling them out slightly, then jamming them 
in, wiggling them around inside her tight cunt. She moaned softly, clamping 
those soft thighs tighter around my hand. As her head flew up and down, 
violently sucking me off, her hips moved with equal violence, fucking my 
fingers. I swirled around inside her cunt, massaging every surface I could 
reach. 

"My dick felt like a pole, stiff and throbbing, as Cathy sucked and licked 
like a madwoman, devouring my hot prick with lust. Then there was that 
forceful surge of hot liquid which started shooting flames from the depths 
of my gut, churning all through me as my orgasm began to build. I moaned and 
bobbed my ass up into Cathy's sucking mouth. She fucked my fingers faster as 
her head moved with greater speed, sucking my cock hard. I bit down on 
Georgette's clitoris, and she yelled her orgasm loud, crying out as though 
she were being tortured. My body exploded into Cathy's mouth, spurting come 
in strong jets against her soft throat. She pressed her thighs so hard that 
my hand was unable to move, her hips jerking in wild spasms as she spun off 
into her second orgasm. 

"Georgette fell to the floor in exhaustion, moaning and gasping. Cathy lay 
on me, her lovely body heaving short gasps of air, one hand clinging 
tenaciously to my wilted organ. We lay there for several minutes, catching 
our breath. Our violent orgy soon swept us into a peaceful sleep. 

"When I awoke, Cathy was still clinging to my penis and Georgette was lying 
alongside me with her arm around my chest, pressing her large tits against 
me. I felt like a king with a harem. Two sexy girls claiming me as their 
lover. I embraced Georgette and pressed her to me firmly, making her tits 
swell and bulge against my chest. She awoke and clung tighter, pressing her 
plump body against mine. 

"A moment later Cathy awoke. She got to her feet sleepily and went into the 
kitchen. A moment later she returned with a box of tissues and wiped up the 
come from between my legs and around my balls. When I was all dry, she 
leaned over and kissed the head of my prick. Then she crawled up to nestle 
next to me as I encircled her slim shoulders with my free arm. 

There I was, the reject of all the girls in high school, now with two 
teen-age lovers! Man, did I feel on top of the world. 

"They both began getting playful, tweaking my nipples and tickling my balls, 
giggling, and kissing me. I responded by tweaking their nipples, which made 
them jump and yelp. We laughed and continued to tickle each other until it 
got out of control and we all found ourselves getting exhausted from the 
laughter. 

"Then Cathy sprang to her feet. 'Food time, everybody,' she said. 

"In the kitchen, Cathy and Georgette, still nude, began preparing food on 
the sideboard of the sink. Alternately, I patted their asses and squeezed 
their tits, much to their delight and enjoyment. We sat at the table and 
devoured scrambled eggs and bacon. God, we were starving to death. 

"After our meal we sat on the sofa, with me between them. They snuggled 
close, resting their heads on my shoulders. I placed my arms around them and 
pulled them to me. My hands draped over their shoulders and rested on their 
tits. Simultaneously they said. 'That's nice.' "After a while we had enough 
flesh petting and decided to play cards. That went on till about eight in 
the evening. Then Cathy said, 'Okay, now we play for balls and prick.' "I 
said, 'What the hell is that?' "Cathy smiled. 'Well, whoever wins the next 
hand gets a choice of your balls or your prick.' 

" 'My balls or my prick?' I said, wondering what the hell they had in mind. 

" 'Yeh,' said Cathy, 'Georgette and I play one hand, and the winner gets to 
choose which part of you they get to suck next time. If I win, for example, 
then I get to pick whether I want to suck on your balls or your prick, and 
the other girl takes seconds. We like to suck, suck, suck. And so there 
won't be any arguments as to who gets what part, the card hand settles the 
question.' "Man, these girls were something else! Talk about getting an 'A' 
for Working Well Together! That took the cake. 

"Georgette shuffled, then dealt a poker hand. She discarded two and picked 
up two from the deck. Cathy discarded three and replaced them from the deck. 

" 'Okay, watcha got?' Cathy said. 

"Georgette laid her cards out, displaying two jacks and two aces. Cathy 
threw down her cards. 'Shit,' she spat out. 'I got two lousy fives. Prick or 
balls, Georgette?' 

" 'Prick, naturally.' 

" 'Okay, prince,' Cathy jokingly said to me, 'let's make ourselves comfy in 
my bed.' "As we went toward her bedroom, both girls escorted me down the 
hall. I grabbed a cheek of both of their asses and they began skipping into 
the bedroom like the school kids they were. We plopped down on the king-size 
bed, rolling over and over, squeezing each other's asses and feeling our 
bodies all over. 

"We were getting excited again, our hands caressing up and down our skin. 
Then Cathy said, 'Slide down to the edge of the bed, Allen, so your knees 
hang over the edge.' I scooted down as she instructed until my feet touched 
the floor. 'Move forward a little more so your balls hang over more,' she 
said softly. 

"When I was in position, Cathy got down on the floor, facing me, and slid 
her legs under the bed so her mouth was even with my crotch. Georgette knelt 
beside her. 

"I hoisted myself up on my elbows so I could see what was going on. 

"Cathy cupped her hands under my large balls. 'Don't worry, honey, I won't 
hurt you,' she said. 'I know these things are sensitive. I won't suck too 
hard.' As she brought my balls to her pretty mouth and began kissing me, 
Georgette began licking my prick. It wasn't long before that soft dick grew 
and throbbed. Cathy was kissing my balls and licking them all over, 
underneath, on the sides, just loving the hell out of them. 

"Georgette swallowed my growing prick with her wet mouth and began sucking 
slightly, drawing my dick straight up and then plunging her mouth down to 
the hilt again. She began to breathe loudly. Cathy reached one hand over to 
Georgette's crotch and felt her way into the pussy area. Georgette reached 
down and placed her hand in Cathy's pussy hairs. 

"As they sucked on me, they were playing with each other. That made me more 
excited. My whole body was tingling from top to bottom with sexual feelings. 
I was fascinated by our three-way orgy. Georgette's tongue seemed to be 
larger and thicker than Cathy's, and it felt extra good as she licked and 
sucked my hard piece of flesh. Each time she plunged her mouth down I raised 
my hips to meet her. We were all groaning and moaning from mutual caressing. 
The girls were fingering each other's clitoris as they sucked and licked my 
prick and balls. My whole groin seemed to be burning up with sexual 
pleasure. Cathy sucked one ball into her mouth. There was a slight pain, but 
it soon turned to intense pleasure. 

"I was almost senseless by now with all the stimulation they were giving me. 
God, did those girls know how to blow! Every time Georgette slipped my prick 
into her mouth, she came up with her tongue licking hard against the 
underside, which sent hot burning sensations deep into my gut. This was only 
intensified as Cathy sucked gently on my balls. Soon my whole body was 
whirling with hot passion flowing all through me. 

"Georgette's tits brushed my thighs with each movement. She was deliberately 
moving her body so that her nipples rubbed against my upper legs. I couldn't 
stand looking at her self-stimulation any longer and reached forward, 
grabbing one of those huge nipples in my fingers. She moaned and sucked my 
prick harder. I pinched and twisted her rigid nipple, making her jerk and 
bob, tug at my swollen prick, and suck harder than before. I pulled and 
twisted that sexy nipple as Cathy's fingers played in Georgette's cunt. The 
girl was out of her mind with ecstasy, which made her lick and suck my prick 
with more passion. 

"She was obviously pinching or flipping Cathy's clitoris faster too, because 
suddenly Cathy was writhing on the floor, moving her head back and forth 
uncontrollably over my balls, sucking one, then the other, pressing her face 
into my crotch, sucking between my balls against my body near my ass. She 
licked and sucked ferociously, wildly, moaning in ecstasy. 

"Then my entire sex area grew hot, intense feelings stirring about in all 
directions. I gasped, 'I'm coming! I'm coming!' As if to voice their 
arriving orgasms, they moaned loudly, moving their mouths and hands faster 
and faster. My eyes closed tightly as my whole body tightened and doubled 
forward. 

"I shot an orgasm that I thought would never end. Wave upon wave of the most 
intense joy ripped through my body, shooting a never-ending stream of sperm 
into Georgette's mouth. Cathy's sucking of my balls heightened the orgasm to 
an unbearable degree. I felt as though my insides were being turned around 
and inside out. I just kept coming and coming, groaning and grunting as my 
hips thrashed about the bed. Their mouths never left me as they, too, 
whipped around in a violent orgasm. 

"As the tidal wave subsided, and I lay back exhausted, the girls leaned on 
me, breathing heavily, licking and kissing my body as if never wanting their 
sex feelings to end. This had to be the most fantastic coming possible. 
Jesus, I never knew sex could be so absolutely all-consuming, so deliciously 
fulfilling. 

"We all got onto the bed, up near the pillows, and embraced each other, 
petting and caressing. Their flesh was delightful and beautiful to touch. 
Two soft bodies devoted to bringing me such pleasure. God, I sure was in 
heaven. Who would think that such young girls could be so adept to 
lovemaking? 

"Before the weekend was up we had several more orgies. By the time I got 
back to the base I felt like a limp dishrag. Christ! I've never been so 
washed out in my life. Those girls dragged every bit of lifeblood out of me. 
I discovered what sex was all about in three days, and it just about killed 
me! 

"Cathy called me a couple of days later just to talk. We discussed the 
goings-on of the weekend, making jokes about the positions we were in while 
doing things, and recalling our orgasms and fantastic sex feelings. Then she 
got real serious. 'I want you to know,' she said slowly and almost sadly, 
'that I'm kind of stuck on you, Allen. I want to see you every weekend. I'd 
like to be your girl friend.' "It almost made my cry. She made me feel so 
loved and accepted. 

"I told her that I'd like that. Then she said, 'And no more Georgette. It's 
just you and me.' I agreed happily. 

"So we saw each other every weekend for a while, taking trips out into the 
country, having sex in the back seat of her car. But not once did I screw 
her. She didn't want to be screwed. I told her one night that I wanted to 
fuck her and she kissed me real passionately and told me that she wasn't 
ever going to fuck until she got married, but that if I wanted to fuck her 
bad enough she'd let me do it the back way. 

"I couldn't understand how a girl so crazy about sex wouldn't want to fuck. 
But she was strange that way. She wanted to 'save' herself for her future 
husband while having a ball any other way she could until then. 

"Well, I guess her old man figured there was hanky-panky going on and he 
broke the whole thing up. He called me at the base one night and told me he 
didn't want me seeing his daughter anymore. He wasn't nasty about it, just 
talked softly, explaining that Cathy was too young to be getting so deeply 
involved with one guy and all that shit. 

"A couple of weeks later, while shopping in town, I ran into Georgette. I 
told her what had happened and that I was free, so if she'd like to we could 
go out some time. She jumped at the chance. We balled it up for quite a 
while. Always in the back seat of her car. God, could she give a blow job. 
This girl knew every trick in the book. There was never an orgasm that 
didn't send me out of my gourd. 

"Then one night I tried to get my prick in her pussy, and she just about had 
a fit. I asked her what was wrong. 

" 'Are you kidding?' she said. 'I don't want to get pregnant!' "I didn't 
mind, though. She satisfied me completely with blow jobs. I just wanted to 
fuck her to know what the difference was between that and getting blown. 

"And I have to admit--I like sucking on cunts. It's very intimate, more 
intimate than fucking could be. I mean, when you take a girl in your mouth 
and give her pleasure, that's sure a hell of a lot different than sticking 
your meat inside. 

"I still haven't screwed, and it doesn't bother me anymore. Sucking a girl 
and having her suck you off is fantastic. I love the taste, the odors, the 
movements she makes when you please her. And they feel the same about 
sucking me off. You can use your hands and mouth at the same time and do all 
kinds of things to each other. Yes, sir. Blow jobs is the only way to go. Or 
come." 

The emphasis of the two girls on oral gratification had mitigating 
implications in that they were concerned more with culturally inspired 
interests--the avoidance of premarital intercourse--than with psychological 
compulsions. Whether or not this practical approach to oral-ism has been 
conveyed to Allen in all its implications is difficult to determine. In any 
event, his orientation for the moment is exclusively oral. 

 CHAPTER FIVE - The Swinging Mouth 

"Sure I'm a swinger. I'm turned on practically all the time. I think it's 
good like that, though there's a lot of fuddy-duddies and squares that 
don't, I know. Maybe THEY'RE frustrated. 

"Sex is my beat. Sure, I like sex. Practically any way a guy can throw meat 
to me. Except what the squares call 'normal'--a guy sticking his dong into 
your pussy. That way you get a kid, and who needs a kid--to bring up in this 
screwy world? So, if somebody didn't have kids, there wouldn't be a world. 
So what? Who needs a world as screwy as this one? Maybe the insects would 
take over. From a professor I was Frenching I hear that insects do a pretty 
good job of managing their own worlds, small as they are. So maybe they 
should take over. 

And some of 'em, to hear this professor talk, had right interesting sex 
lives. 

"I've had an interesting sex life. At least, it's been interesting to me. 
Which means plenty of it. As much as one girl can handle, without turning 
whore. Which would be pretty much of a drag, I figure. Just lying there, 
letting guys ream you, one after another... Hell, no, I'm no whore. Of 
course, guys gimme presents, jewelry and stuff, and take me on trips, but 
that's because they like me, not because I'm no whore. Ain't any guy ever 
been in my cunt or likely to get there. Oh, sure, I've made out. Not bad, 
either. 

"Yeah, I've done all right. That purple Cadillac's from a guy. Just a 
present. And I own my own co-op apartment. One guy gimme the--I think he 
called it the leasehole or something. So I own it. And this guy on Wall 
Street, he gimme a block of IBM. When it was down, once. Now it's skyhigh 
and paying pretty good. So you see, I just get presents. I don't peddle my 
tail for nobody. Not nobody. 

"How'd I get started? Well, it ain't so far back, I've forgot. I guess a 
girl don't never forget her first time. It was my brother got me started, 
the bastard. I don't mean he's a bastard because he got me started on sex. 
He was a bastard. Like, Mom wasn't married. And--he was a bastard other 
ways, too. Mean. They shot him, down in Texas. 

"I guess I'm a bastard, too, because Mom still wasn't married when I come 
along. She did, afterward, and most likely to my pa. She seemed to think he 
was, anyhow. Not that he did her much good, the hairy old fud, except to 
give her three more kids, before he run off with this blonde. 

"Oh, about me? Well, we lived in Pa's house not far from town. It wasn't 
what you'd call a farm and it sure wasn't no suburban home. It was just a 
place not far from town. Mom still lives there, seeing as Pa never come back 
and we hear he's killed in a car wreck. She's got her another man now, who's 
a pretty good guy, I reckon. Anyhow, he's so good he don't want me coming 
around, like I'll corrupt the kids or something. 

"It's a pretty big house. Anyway, me and Jake--that's my brother that got 
shot in Texas--each got our own rooms, with the bath down the hall that all 
of us use, only Jake not frequently enough. 

"It's Saturday night and I've just had my regular bath and I'm coming down 
the hall. In my bathrobe. Or pretty near in it. It's one I have maybe three 
years and there's more of me by this time. I'm fourteen-going-on-fifteen 
then and I've filled out, with real nice boobs and even a little blondy muff 
over my cunt. A lot of that is sticking out, but who cares, it's just us 
there. The family. 

"Jake is in the hall, just coming up the stairs, so he's got a full view, 
from below, right up my snatch and on to my boobs. And he's looking mean. 
Which he does mostly. But this time particular. I don't know it then, but 
he's been out with this town babe, trying to make out and ain't done so 
good. So he's horny. And sore. 

"He stops and looks at me, real heavy looking. Oh, I've had plenty guys 
looking at me, seeing as I'm built like a girl with plenty of it, tits, 
rump, nice long legs. But the way Jake looks gives me the shivers. I try to 
pull that skimpy bathrobe together, but it only pulls one way. Either I can 
hide my tits or cover my snatch. So I wind up just letting it swing open and 
start to walk past him, with everything showing. 

"Jake grabs my arm as I try to pass him and swings me around, looking all up 
and down my front and licking his lips. 'Well, well! Whad'ya know! Right 
here in my own home and I never realized! You really got equipment, Tina. 
And right now, I can use equipment. Come on!' He hauls me toward his room. 
Suddenly I'm scared. Sure, I been looked at. I've even had guys--and some 
grown men--make passes. But them I can brush off. Which I been doing, even 
if I am curious about what maybe they'd do. Sex-wise, you know. I guess 
every girl is curious, wondering how her snatch is gonna get used and who'll 
use it. 

"Right then I know I'm gonna get laid. Jerking away from Jake won't do no 
good and for sure laughing at him won't. Just make him meaner. And hollering 
won't help none, since Mom and her man are out for Saturday night, most 
likely drunk already in some joint. So I'm gonna get laid, fight or just 
take it. Just taking it seems easier. 

"I don't know that I'm gonna enjoy it but I sure will like it better than 
getting beat up first, like Jake is likely to do, looking as mean as he 
does, and still have to do it. So I go in his room, with his hand gripping 
my arm and him shoving so I stumble. He just laughs at that. 'So eager, you 
stumble? That's good. That's the way I like 'em. Eager.' Only he knows I'm 
not. He's just talking to make himself sound big. 

"In his room he swings me around, making the bathrobe swish out and then 
settle, but not very much, over my figure. 'Take it off, kid. Go on, take it 
off, so I can see everything. I sure like to look at everything.' And licks 
his lips. So I drop the robe and stand there, shaking a little. Jake's eyes 
kinda pop and he whistles. 'You sure are all there, kid. Now, turn 
around--slow.' "I turn around slow, just shuffling my feet a little bit, and 
eyeing Jake over my shoulder. And suddenly I'm interested. Not actually 
wanting to get screwed, but my cunt heats up and my boobs ache with the way 
my nipples are growing, getting hard. It's the way Jake is looking at me, I 
think, like I'm really something, really sexy. So I begin to feel sexy. Plus 
I'm trying to imagine what it's gonna be like getting reamed, with a boy's 
dong up my cunt. I can't really imagine it, because it ain't ever happened, 
but the thinking about it gets my snatch real hot. 

"When my back is turned Jake drops his pants--he don't wear underpants--and 
steps up behind me, reaching around to grab my boobs, with his dong, hard as 
stone but hot, laid up against my-ass, twitching. He plays with my boobs, 
making the nipples harder than ever, and making me real, real interested in 
what's gonna happen. I mean, I'm not so scared anymore, just breathing deep 
and letting feelings run all up and down me, but mostly in my snatch, where 
things have gotten awful hot. 

"Having his dong up against my ass does a lot of that, and feeling the heat 
and the twitch of it. He stoops a little and his dong pops between my legs. 
When he straightens, it slides between my legs and right over my snatch, so 
I can't hardly breathe. All the time he's squeezing on my titties and sorta 
chewing my nipples with his fingers. Even my flat little stomach is heaving 
by then, like maybe I'll throw my cookies only I don't. 

"His big old bulb and shaft are sliding in and out between my legs when he 
humps, so my snatch is opening up--I can feel it--and my cream is starting. 
But it feels so big, sliding between my legs I really get scared again. 
Anything that big reaming in my cunt is sure gonna bust something. Split me 
in two. So I'm whimpering, 'Please, Jake, please don't screw me! Please. 
You'll sure bust something. Please don't screw me!' "Jake don't say nothing, 
just keeps pumping his dong between my legs until I'm getting weak, like my 
legs want to fold. I can lean over some, in spite of how tight Jake is 
holding my boobs, and see his old bulb push out in front and then hide in my 
little muff. And feel it with the lips of my snatch. Until I'm near crazy, 
burning up with some kinda want I don't understand but for certain-sure not 
wanting that big dick in my cunt, splitting me open. 'Please, Jake, don't 
screw me. I'll do anything you want, only don't screw me.' "Jake pulls his 
dong from between my legs and turns me around, grinning at me, funny and 
twisted, but a grin. 'You wasn't thinking I meant to screw my own kid 
sister, was you?' He's got me front to, now, and his pecker is sliding in 
again between my legs, pushing right at the lips of my cunt, and wiggling. 
It's got me to where I want to scream, but I still beg, 'Please, Jake. Don't 
screw me.' "Jake steps back then, away from me. I look down and there's his 
huge old dong, standing up and shuddering, and his bulb is shiny with sweat 
or something. And I know I can't take all that. Even though I'm near excited 
enough to try. I mean, I want to, down there in my snatch, but I know I 
can't. 

"Jake shakes his head, being sorta soft-sarcastic. 'Why, I wouldn't do 
nothin' like that to my own kid sister. I'm not gonna screw a nice kid like 
you. Just blow me.' "I don't even know what he's talking about. 'Blow you?' 
Jake nods and points to his jumping pecker. 'Go down on it. Blow it! Suck me 
off. You got me all hot and horny, now do something. If you won't screw, 
blow me!' And pokes it at me, like he'll ream me out if I don't. I look at 
him, kinda stupid, I guess. 'How?' "Jake grabs my shoulders and shoves me 
down, so I kneel in front of him, that big pecker jumping and squirming 
right in front of me. 'Open your mouth, kid, and take it.' "I can't. I don't 
think I can even open my mouth that wide. But Jake puts his thumbs on my 
cheeks and rams 'em in, so I have to open my mouth, real wide. And he shoves 
his bulb right in, making me gag. But he's already pumping and suddenly I 
like the taste of him, even though it's big, filling my mouth. 

"Jake is humping like crazy, his head thrown back and a sort of yip coming 
every now and then. 'Grab it, sis. Grab a fistful of dong.' So I reach a 
shaky hand up and grab his shaft. 'Squeeze it! Milk it!' So I squeeze and 
milk like it's one of Bossy's tits. 

"Jake is running his hands over my back and every now and then around to 
grab a feel of titty, and is standing there, jerking his hips back and 
forth, with that pecker sliding in and out of my mouth. I'm sorta getting 
the hang of it, sucking some and tonguing some, for the taste of him. I'm 
building up inside me something fierce, down at my snatch and up through my 
belly. 

"I am wiggling too, humping back and forth and that makes the sucking and 
the sliding in and out easier. More exciting. Till I've built up to 
something, some kind of explosion down around my snatch and up my belly. And 
just then it lets go with a real 'whump' you can almost hear, like Pa 
blowing stumps with dynamite. 

"Jake yelps and rams his dong way in my mouth, down my throat, and pushes on 
the back of my head so I have to take it. I can feel his shaft swell and 
throb and then pow! He lets go! A load of hot, salty cream floods my throat 
and fills my mouth and I'm tasting a guy! Yipes! What a taste! And how much 
goo he pours into me! So much I'm beginning to get scared I can't handle it. 
Besides, I gotta breathe. I struggle a little and Jake lets up on my head. 
His dong slides outa my mouth, and I sit on the floor, bare-assed naked, 
with goo all over my face and looking silly. 

"Jake just stands there, breathing deep and scratching at his belly, his 
dong mostly down now, limp, his face turned up, like he's praying, only Jake 
don't pray. I don't think he knows how. He says to the ceiling, 'An' it's 
right here at home, all the time! The best blow job a guy could get! 
Woo-WOO!' "I'm kinda ashamed, seeing as I never done anything like that or 
even dreamed it could happen. But I'm happy, because I enjoyed it. Funny how 
you can have both feelings at the same time, ain't it? And, in a funny sort 
of way, I'm proud, proud that Jake, my older brother, has found something 
real good about me. 'Was that a blow job?' "Jake looks down at me then and 
grins. 'Was that a blow job? Kiddo, that was THE blow job. You're the BEST!' 
Jake pats me on the head. 'Go wash your face, kid. And when you come back, 
maybe I'll go down on you.' My little snatch is all flooded with my own 
juices but it isn't--well--quite satisfied, like something's missing. I look 
up at him, kinda wondering. 'Can a guy do that to a girl? I mean, a girl 
don't have no dong nor nothing.' "Jake helps me up, grinning. 'Don't worry 
so, kid. If Jake says it, it's so. Go wash. But leave your cunt alone. It's 
got juices in it.' And is he ever right. It's got so much juices in it my 
snatch is dribbling. So I go wash my face, still naked, and come back, still 
a little dumb about how a guy goes down a girl. 

"Jake don't waste no time showing me. He almost flings me across the bed, my 
head just about off on one side and my body stretched out, my legs over the 
other edge. Jake leans over me, his tongue teasing my nipples until I'm 
getting wound up tight again. Then he slides down my belly and latches on to 
my cunt. There ain't nothing subtle about Jake. He wants a suck, he goes 
after it, fast. 

"His fingers mighty nigh rip my cunt in half, opening it up, and then his 
tongue is on my clit, teasing it, but so sudden at first it's more scary 
than exciting, but soon it gets very hot down there, with Jake's tongue 
teasing my clit and reaming my cunt and slurping up juices. Even poking way 
up me. 

"I've got a bellyful of hot rocks by then, and am humping to shove his 
tongue up my cunt, so it can rasp around on the sides and stir up more hot 
excitement. 

"His dong is right over my face again and it's starting to swell and jump. I 
know what to do now, so I grab the shaft and shove his old bulb in my mouth, 
sucking and tonguing. 

"We're both humping and grunting--only we're muffled, seeing as I got a 
prick in my mouth and Jake has his mouth rammed on to my cunt. I can feel 
those hot rocks in my belly are melting, blowing up and melting at the same 
time, and I'm getting ready for a big come. I suck in a load of air around 
Jake's prick and arch way up, holding it, so everything is stretched tight 
and exciting, almost vibrating. And Jake grabs my ass and yanks himself 
tighter on my cunt. At the same time he rams his dong deep down my throat, 
wriggling, then rigid, his dong pumping his come into me. And I'm spurting 
juices which Jake is sucking up in great gulps. 

"It's a come, all right, a big explosion for both of us. I drop my head, and 
my whole body goes slack. Jake falls on me, near squashing me, his head 
between my spread legs and heaves so hard I think sure he's losing his 
cookies. His stomach is squashing my titties but that's all right. In fact 
fine. It makes 'em feel good. Particularly every time he shivers. Sort of 
stirs 'em up. 

"Jake acts like he's gonna blow me again. He leans over and kisses my cunt 
and takes a few laps at my cream, but it's pretty feeble. 

"When Jake rolls off me and leaves me be, I'm in a nice glow, all his groovy 
taste in my mouth and all that marvelous way of making me come. Yeah, man, 
I'm really fixed. And I ain't had a cock in me. So I don't have to worry 
none. Jake sits up in bed, cross-legged, his dong gone down like a punctured 
balloon, hanging limp, and grins at me, his eyes sort of roving. But I like 
it, because they ain't eating me up, just--looking. 

"Jake nods, like he's approving of hisself for finding something out. 
'You're some babe, sis. You got all the equipment a guy needs. And you blow 
up a storm. Sometime soon, when I need a good blow job, we'll try it again.' 
He's being real off-hand about it, like it ain't nothing. But I know pretty 
well for sure he'll be down on me the next night, and I'm already getting 
excited about it. Only I got enough sense not to push. Don't nobody push 
Jake. So I say, like it don't make no nevermind, 'Okay. Some other time.' 
And crawl off the bed. I think I swagger a bit, wiggling my hips and 
twitching my ass. I almost forget my robe but stop and pick that up. Jake 
whistles at me when I bend over, so I know he's seeing plenty. 

I plan to stay awake thinking about this way of getting sex without getting 
pregnant and how swell it is, but I fall asleep pronto. And wake up in the 
morning, which is a Sunday, like I been drug through a knothole backwards. 
But then, everybody else feeling bum, Mom and Pa from the liquor they've 
lapped up, and Jake--well, he always feels mean Sunday mornings. Other 
mornings, too. 

"He comes in to glare at me. I ain't got any nightclothes on and my boobs 
are sticking up. 'Don't you never say nothin' to Mom about what we done last 
night.' I know what he means and I ain't likely to, but I tease him a 
little. 'Don't she know how?' Jake tries to look glarey, but he chuckles. 
'Mom don't know nothin' but lying on her back and opening her crack. That's 
why you 'n' me're here--and the three new ones. That's all screwin' gets 
you--kids.' And he's eyeing my boobs. 

"He's only got on pajama pants and they ain't closed so well. I can see his 
dong shiver and start to rise up, getting big and red. I look at it and 
remember how swell it tasted and how it made me shoot off my juices. 
'Lookin' for a blow job?' I say it, half teasing, half sorts hoping he is. 

"He is. 

"He comes right to the bed and drops his pajama pants, so he's naked, too, 
and pulls me roughly across the bed, so my head's right where he can poke 
his dong in my mouth. 'Eat it, kid. Eat it up, hair an' all.' Real tough 
guy. 

"Then, suddenly, I don't really want to. I'm not worked up enough. But I 
reach for his dong, which ain't got its full size yet, still a little 
limpish, and play with it. Jake starts playing with my titties, fingering 
'em and then licking at 'em. By then I'm getting hot in my snatch and down 
in my throat. First thing you know, we're going to town on each other, 
sucking, humping, moaning and squirming. I'm getting so wound up I'm about 
to bust--and we come almost together, his dong swelling and pulsing in my 
throat. Zong! His come crams into my throat and wells up in my mouth. I'm 
shooting him cream and he's lapping it up. Stars are busting in front of my 
eyes and pinwheels churning in my stomach. 

"And then something happens. A boot comes up and catches Jake in the tail, 
liftin' him clean off me, tumbling him across the bed. And a hand comes whap 
across my cheek. 'Slut! Fornicators! Cocksuckers! "It's Pa,' standing over 
me like judgment. He's big. Twice as big as Jake and strong as a bull. Jake 
just rolls over, one hand on his tail, looking scared. Pa could break Jake 
in two with one hand. He jerks his head at Jake. 'Go to your room! I'll tend 
to you later.' "Jake scrambles across the bed and skitters around Pa and out 
the door. He ain't even glaring, he's so scared. Me, I'm about to die. I 
mean, if I could, I would, right then. I'm shaking, as much from scare as 
from the blow job. Maybe more. And looking upside down at Pa makes him seem 
nine feet tall and then some. He ain't shaved and that bulldog jaw of his is 
mighty nigh black and his eyes are near popped out of his head. 

"I start to cry, not real loud, just whimpering and letting the tears come. 
Up to then, that has always got Pa. I finger the cheek he smacked and turn 
my head away, letting out a real pathetic whimper. I feel him ease down on 
the bed beside me and I begin to get hopes he won't larrup me with a razor 
strop, like he's always threatening to do, for various things. 

"I roll over and look up at him, real pleading, only he ain't looking at my 
face at all, not at all. His eyes are roving down to my tits and then on 
down to my snatch, down my legs, and back to my snatch. Also, I notice, for 
the first time, he's just wearing pajama pants, which are open, so I can see 
his hairy bush and his dong, lying limp right then. 

"I just lay one hand on his leg, like begging, and say, 'Please, Pa! Don't 
beat me!' And let my hand droop over so it touches his dong. Which jumps. 
Not getting real stiff, just jumps. And let my hand slide deeper as I roll 
over, rubbing a tit against his hairy leg. It feels real good, having a 
hairy leg rub my tit. I can almost wrap my hand around Pa's dong, but I 
don't. Just let it rest on it, feeling it shake and start to get big. 

"Pa leans over and pats my side. 'I wouldn't beat my little girl, Tina. 
Wasn't your fault.' And his hand drifts down to ease on to my tit, just 
sorta brushing it, and then twitching on it, making me take a real deep 
breath. And my hand just sort of twitches, too, half closing on his big 
dick. He leans over farther and breathes on my skin, right by my tit, like 
he can't make up his mind. And he comes crashing down with his mouth on my 
tit, sucking and tonguing the nipple. And the hand that's rubbing my side 
starts down on my leg, creeping inside, to stroke up and down my thigh. 

"I really latch on to his dong, then, hanging on like I might lose it. I 
ain't gonna, I know, 'cause it's stiff as a ramrod by then and poking up 
where I can reach it with my mouth, if I strain. Only I don't have to 
strain, seeing as Pa rolls over some, so he can get his mouth down on my 
titties and down farther, running his tongue down my tummy and along my 
crease. 

"I tug a little and slide my head up on his leg, so I can get his shiny bulb 
in my mouth and taste that big old drop of shine on the end. Pa stinks a 
little from the liquor of last night, but his taste is real prime. 
Man-taste. 

"He dives down on my hot box, scratching my tummy with his whiskers and 
itching the inside of my legs, but he really gloms on to my pussy, eating it 
up. And rolls over so his dong is right over me and I don't have to strain. 
It's big. Lots bigger than Jake's and sorta different shape. It's kind of 
oval and his bulb is more pointy. I can see the blue veins swelling and 
jerking and his little pee-hole pumping out dew. Which I lick. 

"Pa moans and goes tighter on my pussy, eating it up, his tongue going way 
up my cunt, hitting sides and places Jake ain't never reached. Gawd! He's 
got a tongue seems long as a snake. And he rams that dong down into my mouth 
so it near pushes my tongue down my throat. But I work my tongue lapping 
around his dong and we're off to the races. 

"Pa's been screwing so long he knows plenty tricks Jake ain't never gonna 
live long enough to learn. He tickles my clit with a finger and teases one 
tit with the other hand whilst he's sucking my cunt so hard I feel like 
he'll suck in my eardrums. 

"I'm doing all right at my end, sucking and licking on his prick, and 
keeping his balls off my nose with one hand--that plays with 'em a little. 
He pumps his behind so his dick, is riding in and out of my mouth, every 
once in a while pushing it way down my throat, like he's testing. Or maybe 
drilling. 

"Then things get awful sudden. My stomach cramps up, real tight, everything 
in me seeming like it's gonna squeeze up--and then lets go with a whooooosh 
I can mighty near hear. 

"Pa lets go about then, too, his dick pulsing and jumping and twitching in 
my mouth--then swelling way up, seems like--and whop! I got a throat and 
mouth full of his hot, smoke-tasting come. I'm swallowing like crazy, so I 
don't lose any, and licking at his dong for more. 

"There ain't no more. Pa's shot his wad. But what a wad! It wells up in my 
mouth and dribbles over my lips and down my cheeks. And his dong has been so 
big inside me, my eyes are watering. Pa is shaking and twitching when he 
rolls off me, gulping for air. 'Gawd, gal, you sure do blow a guy! I ain't 
never had a real blow job. And nothing like that!' "He lies there, stroking 
my leg and tits and just heaving, he's so pooped. And so am I. Maybe more'n 
him, since I had one blow job already that morning. Plus a couple the night 
before. But I'm not complaining. I like 'em. Goddamn right I like 'em. 

"Pa throws his meat into my mouth whenever he can get Mom drunk enough so 
she won't notice, which ain't difficult. Getting Mom drunk. She's got a 
natural taste for it. And Jake gets on whenever Pa ain't watching too close, 
or is drunk, along with Mom, which is frequent. So I'm getting my sex okay. 
Oh, I could use more, but I'm happy. Because then I don't really know I want 
more'n what I'm getting. 

"Jake introduces me to a coupla guys in town that like their sex varied, so 
we go on a real blowout every now 'n' then. I don't know it, but Jake is 
peddling my ass to these guys, pimping--and keeping it all, so I don't know. 
That don't make me no whore, does it? When my brother's peddling my ass, and 
I don't know it? I think I'm doing it for free, for kicks. And I get my 
kicks all right. 

"I don't know where Jake meets this hardware salesman--a real nice guy, 
rich, with a big car and everything. Or how he finds out what the guy's 
taste in sex is. Maybe guys talk about it. I guess they do. Anyway, Jake 
introduces me to Lee. He's about thirty and slender. Real nice looking. I 
like him, even without sucking him off, I mean. He's a gentleman. That's a 
guy that tips his hat whenever he fucks a lady. 

"He takes me to a drive-in movie and starts playing around, hands on my legs 
and stuff. And I see his bulge throbbing in his pants. So I know it's gonna 
be a blow job, and likely to be a good one, after I feel of his dong. He 
says, 'This movie is dull. Shall we go to my place?' I'm getting real worked 
up, seeing as his hand is on one of my boobs. 

"I whisper to him right then, 'I don't screw. So if you're figuring on a 
lay, get yourself another girl.' He grins back at me. 'I know your kick, and 
it's what I want.' He starts the car, and we go to his motel, which is lots 
nicer than the places I been getting my blow jobs in. I like it. 

"I like the way Lee undresses me, slow, lingering, like he enjoys watching 
as each part comes in view. It's a swell buildup, and I'm ready long before 
he drops his pants. 

"His dong is maybe a little slim, but long. And sure-enough hard. I grab it, 
just for the feel of it, and his veins are already pulsing. Well, I'm 
pumping inside me, too. So I fling myself across the bed and he walks toward 
me, his dong standing at attention. He leans over, licking at my tits. Oh, I 
know. That the way it's usually done. But his way is--well, the way it 
oughta be done. Gives a girl duck-bumps just to think about it. It's the WAY 
he does it. 

"He's shaved, too, real close, so he don't scratch my tummy or legs. And he 
diddles my ass while he's sucking, which makes things extra special. I go 
down on his dong--and just when I'm building to a real whoop-de-do, he pumps 
his goo into me. Terrific. 

"After we rest up and wash up, Lee goes to the bureau and gets out his 
wallet. 'Jake said it would be fifty dollars.' "That's when I blew my stack. 
Jake, peddling my ass! I'm so mad, I'm sputtering, but Lee calms me down, 
looking at me, real puzzled. 'You do it just for fun? For kicks?' I glare at 
him. 'What else for? It is fun. It is kicks. I'm no whore!' "Lee holds up 
his hand. 'My error, Tina. I'm sorry I misunderstood.' He stuffs the money 
back in his wallet, shaking his head. Finally, he sits down across from me, 
looking at me. Even if I'm still naked, it ain't that kind of look. It's 
like he's figuring something out. Which it seems he is. 

"Finally, he nods, like he's made a decision. 

'Tina, is there anything to keep you here?' I laugh and nod. 'Sure. What you 
just stuck back in your wallet. Money. Or lack of it.' Lee frowns. 'But you 
won't accept money.' I nod. 'Not for sucking or screwing. I can't. I just 
got a thing against it. Like it makes me a whore.' "Lee puzzles over that 
for a moment and then says, 'Tina, if you'd like to go to St. Louis, I could 
offer you a proposition that won't--offend you.' "I study him for a moment, 
baffled. 'A proposition? Like what?' "Lee takes a deep breath and holds it. 
'Suppose I was to take an apartment--with a couple or three other guys--and 
you went to live there. Wait a minute, ain't any money being paid you, you 
understand. Oh, if one of 'em wants to give you a gift, like a new dress or 
a wristwatch, that's different.' "I think about it and it sounds good. I get 
away from my family, especially Jake, and this crummy town. And I'll have me 
an apartment and clothes and a wristwatch and still not be a whore. Yeah, I 
think it sounds great. Plus I get plenty of sucking." 

Tina, by her own statement, is far more concerned with her status, as she 
sees it, than with actual conditions. This is not an unusual situation. In 
fact, it is quite prevalent. Most people have a special image of themselves 
which they can't have shattered. Tina is just a little more frank about 
hers, and quite intense in her defense of her self-created image. 

She is constantly delivering her body up as a sex object to a wide variety 
of men, and accepting lavish and expensive gifts from them, but absolutely 
refusing to recognize that she is being paid for these favors. 

Tina refuses to see that she is doing anything improper, even in her sexual 
behavior, or that she is "peddling her ass" to a variety of men. This almost 
amnesiac attitude is a form of self-hypnosis that has enabled her not only 
to survive in her environment, but prosper. It is, from a psychiatric point 
of view, a remarkable achievement, since she seems to have thoroughly 
convinced herself of her position. Outside of outright madness, it is 
difficult to discover such a case of complete self-deception. 

What's more, Tina may even be quite legally correct. The police and courts 
have certainly found nothing to contradict her statement. She has never, so 
far as the officials are concerned, accepted money in exchange for her 
favors. And prostitution has certain specific definitions. It is extremely 
doubtful that Tina considered this phase at the outset of her remarkable 
career. She probably was completely unaware of any legal distinctions. It 
was purely emotional with her, her desire to retain her "amateur" status and 
to avoid, in her own mind, the stigma of being a prostitute. 

That she committed incest is inherent in her statement, even though the 
initial sex was essentially rape. However, as she has said, her brother, 
Jake, was killed (in a bank holdup), and her father--if he was her father 
(though most states regard a stepfather in the same category as father in a 
matter of incest)--was killed in an automobile accident. Both statements 
were found to be correct, which put both males in this case beyond the 
jurisdiction of the court. 

Tina could certainly benefit from a course of psychiatric therapy, in one 
respect. In another, though this admission appears to be psychiatric heresy, 
Tina is probably very satisfactorily adjusted to her environment. Which is 
all psychiatric therapy could do for her, even though, admittedly, the 
environment itself is emotionally unhealthy. 

It is quite understandable that Tina was afraid of a pregnancy. Freud, 
Adler, and many other prominent psychoanalysts generally agree that cultural 
paraphiliac sexual relationships are based on this fear. Freud stands almost 
alone in attributing this fear to the apprehension of castration. Since this 
is a purely male element--castration being generally accepted as the removal 
of the male testes--it is not quite clear how Freud related such fears to a 
female, except to refer to them as "psychological." 

The fear is normal enough, without any such psychological motivation. 
Pregnancy, the occasional end result of coitus, is, at best, an 
"undesirable" situation for a young girl. In Tina's case, such a fear has 
been intensified by her mother's promiscuity. Both Tina and her brother Jake 
are illegitimate children, so Tina is well aware of the possibilities of 
normal coitus, the begetting of a child, and probably only too well aware of 
the social opprobrium that goes with illegitimacy, having had to live in a 
small town under such a cloud herself. 

Tina was just emerging, biologically, from what Freud has termed "the 
latency period" of interest in sexual organs. Clara Thompson, in her 
definitive study of the Freudian theories, in Psychoanalysis, Evolution and 
Development, attributes "the latency period" to widening social 
consciousness and social pressure rather than to Freud's "fear of 
castration." With puberty the biological urges begin to appear, an interest 
in the sex organs again emerges. 

Tina was just at that point of newly aroused interest in sex and her own 
organs when her brother Jake forced her into a new and immediate sexual 
problem. Her fear of pregnancy prohibited her from taking normal sex. Jake's 
own awareness of the possibilities, plus his own urgent sexual needs, made 
him seek oral sex, which he found satisfactory. 

Tina also found this, to her amazement, a satisfaction for her aroused sex, 
and submitted to this particular form of cultural paraphilia, which Benjamin 
Karpman, in The Sexual Offender arid His Offenses, defines as "those forms 
of sexual activity which run counter to accepted social behavior and which 
are antibiological, either per se or because they are socially prohibited." 
This would apply both to the incestuous relationship Jake proposes and 
commits, and to the acts of cunnilingus and fellatio which they perform. 

Freud, in his Basic Writings, says this of such use of "secondary erogenous 
zones" for primary sexual gratification: 

--- In the perversions which claim sexual significance for the oral cavity 
(and the anal opening) the part played by the erogenous zones is quite 
obvious. The latter behave in every way like a part of the sexual 
apparatus... become the seat of new sensations and innervating changes in a 
manner similar to the real genitals when under the excitement of normal 
sexual practices. --- 

Which is simply a complex way of saying that the mouth may act like a 
woman's usual sex organ. As it most certainly did in Tina's case. This was 
later reinforced by her father's use of her for oral sex. Countering her 
normal fear of pregnancy, this "hedonistic gratification of the sexual 
drive" (Freud's term for climax) was an enlightening experience for the 
young girl. She derived satisfaction and at the same time avoided the fear 
of pregnancy. Where her attitude toward accepting money came from would have 
to await further study, which time did not allow. We only know it was 
emotional, not practical. 

* * * 

"I want Lee to take me away right then, only he can't, he says. He's got to 
set things up. But the next time he's through town he takes me with him. I 
just walk outa the house with just what I'm standing in and walk outa town, 
like I'm going for a stroll or maybe hitchhiking. Lee comes along in that 
real snazzy car and picks me up. I snuggle down in one o' them bucket seats, 
leaving a bit of leg showing and some of my ass, just to keep his mind on 
what's to come. And we're off! 

"Don't nobody set up too much of a howl, except I think Jake is gonna be 
some sore, seein' as he don't have my ass to peddle no more. I'm sure burned 
up at that character. Selling my ass! Almost the same as making me a whore. 
And he ain't even gimme that silver bangle bracelet I been hintin' for. 

"Pa's more'n likely sore as hell, too, on'y he ain't saying nothing or 
anyhow, much, seeing as I might tell some things about why I run away if I 
am ever caught. 

"The apartment Lee's got for me looks real jazzy and snazzy to me then. I 
seen heaps better since, but then it looks good. It's got three bedrooms and 
a big living room and a dining room and kitchen and, of course, a bath. The 
furniture is better'n what we got at home but not new, except for a 
king-size bed that Lee says is for 'sporting events.' "I'm so happy at 
gettin' away from Jake and his meanness and the house an' all I'm ready to 
use that bed right then. An' we do, seein' as I been lettin' Lee take good 
peeks at my legs and stuff right up to the open switch and lettin' him cop a 
feel every now 'n' then. So he's ready, too, his ole cock bulging and 
jumping in his pants. An' his peeking and feeling has me worked up, too. 

"So in nothing flat we're down to nothing. His dong goes down a little 
whilst he's stripping but it sure bobs up when I stand in front of him, 
wiggling my snatch and reaching for it. I can see it swell, the blue veins 
of his shaft swelling and beating like they hear music, and the head getting 
all shiny with early dew. I lean down and take me a quick taste of him and 
he grabs at my ass, pulling me onto his shaft, breathing heavy. 'Take it, 
Tina! Take it! Blow me! Blow me!' "I'd rather have him going down on me, 
too, at the same time, but we've been riding a coupla hours or so, busy 
getting one another hot, so I'm willing. I give his cock a couple of licks, 
just for the taste and then slide his bulb in my mouth, tonguing, mostly, 
just to stir things up. Not real sucking yet. 

"Lee reaches down and wraps his hands around my boobs, squeezing my nipples 
with his fingers. I feel 'em get hard, and I'm feeling that wonderful old 
itch in my snatch, like it knows this is gonna be a good one. Lee takes one 
hand off my boobs and runs it down my spine and right at my brownhole, 
tickling it and really starting things off. And then over my ass and down to 
fingering my snatch, one finger rubbing along the lips and tickling my clit, 
till I'm humping and jumping so I can't hardly keep his dong in my mouth. I 
grab him around the ass and hang on, pulling his dong deep in my throat, 
where I'm already tasting his juices. 

"Lee takes his other hand off my boobs and pushes on the back of my head, 
bobbing it up and down, so I'm getting some real action. Plus his finger up 
my cunt is doing some real fancy work, reaming and jerking in and out, and 
every once in a while, scratching at my clit. 

"I'm so hot, I'm sweating, but inside. I can feel it, only of course I know 
it's my own creamy goo, getting set for the big old blowout. His curly hairs 
are tickling my nose so it almost makes me sneeze, only I got more important 
things to think about. I let go his ass with one hand and jiggle his balls a 
little in their prune-wrinkled sack. 

"That makes him hump all the harder and slam his hand down on my head, 
shoving his dong so deep I think maybe I could peep down and see his hard on 
poke out my asshole. 

"Then he near drowns me in jism. I feel his dong swell with it and jump and 
jerk. Then he yanks it practically outa my mouth--and drives it in, way 
deep. Hot creamy jism swells in my throat, tasting like sweet hot brass. And 
I pour out juices so fast I'm puddling on the floor, with both of us bucking 
and humping. 

"Lee sighs so loud I can hear him over the singing in my ears, and 
straightens up, pulling his finger outa my cunt, and licking it--his finger. 
'Gawd, Tina, I been needing that! You're wonderful, kid. Superb!' And lifts 
me up. He needs to help me, seeing as I'm limp. Shivering, too, though it 
ain't cold. 

"He holds me close, so I feel the stiff, curly hairs of his chest against my 
boobs, which is fine, only they ain't so interested at the moment. He picks 
me up and lays me out real gentle on the bed, my legs hanging over, and 
squats down so he can get his mouth right up on my creamy old snatch. And 
gives me a real ride, sliding his tongue in and lapping up that creamy old 
goo and teasing my clit and reaming his tongue up my slit and squirming it 
around, like he's eating my cream with a spoon. And I have another come, so 
hard I'm beating the bed with my fists and rolling around and moaning. 

"I give him the second load, which he sucks on, real deep, and then drops 
back, falling to the floor and leaning his head against my leg. We stay like 
that for a while, just letting the shudders run out. Then we go have a 
shower. Together. I'm so played out I can't do more'n rub my boobs against 
his chest and handle his dong a little. Which don't do him no good, neither, 
seeing as he himself is too pooped to pop, too. 

"So we just go back and lie in bed together, enjoying being naked and 
feeling skin against skin. That long ride and getting each other steamed up 
without being able to do anything has sure built us to a pitch. 

"It's getting on toward dark when I see his dong is waking up a little and 
my snatch is beginning to feel like life is worth living again. Only Lee 
says we shouldn't, seeing as a couple of the guys will be coming in tonight, 
to meet me. I better save some stuff for them. That perks me up. 

"I get up and dress--without no bra or panties, seeing as I plan to discard 
'em pretty soon. Two new guys! And I ain't gonna have no arguments with 'em. 
Lee tells me they already know I don't screw and that's the way they like 
it, just sucking. Which is why they arrange for the apartment. 

"The guys come, two of 'em. One, Ted, is about Lee's age--maybe thirty or 
so--and the other is a little older. Not as old as Pa, but older than Lee. 
They bring two big bags each of hamburgers and Cokes and a couple of bottles 
of whiskey, only I tell 'em, real quick, no drinking, remembering Pa and how 
he stinks when he's drunk. 

"The older one nods. 'Very sensible girl, your Tina. The liquor is out. Oh, 
maybe for a nightcap, when we're leaving.' Which is okay by me, so long as I 
don't have to smell 'em stinking up the house. Man-smell is okay, fine. 
Liquor smell kills it. So we sit around in the dining room eating hamburgers 
and drinking Cokes. With the two guys eyeing my boobs whenever I reach for a 
Coke or a hamburger. And that early suck has really gimme an appetite, so I 
reach frequent. And because they're getting such a bang outa seeing my 
boobs, I maybe reach more'n I really need to. 

"I'm getting real built up. Having three guys eye me at the same time kinda 
gets my snatch real itchy. I'm wondering who's gonna be first. I kinda favor 
Ted, but Jason looks like he might have a real appetite for cunt. I can see 
his mouth working every now and then, like he's already tasting it. 

"The same thing's bothering them, which is gonna be first. Finally Jason 
looks at Lee. 'How do we work this? Draw straws?' "Lee looks at me. 'Tina, 
could you take two at once, one blowing you and you blowing the other?' "I 
ain't never tried that but I think about it. It's exciting and gets my cunt 
real itchy. Two at once! Only, I ain't so sure how. 

"Ted and Jason show me how. Only first, I do a little strip, just to show 
'em what's coming up. And to get 'em worked up. And me, too. Stripping, slow 
and easy, is a sure way to get your snatch set and your insides working. I 
walk around, real slow and sexy, showing my boobs and my ass and letting 'em 
get a good view of my slit. Jason sucks in his breath, doing a sort of 
backwards whistle. He passes a hand over my ass as I go by and then shakes 
it, blowing on it, like he burnt it, but grinning. Ted is a boobs man and 
plays a little with 'em. He even leans over and tongues 'em each once, real 
light, and nods. 

"We go in the bedroom with the big king-size bed and Ted says, 'Lie across 
it, your head off one edge.' I do, but slow, letting 'em get real eyefuls. 

"They peel pretty fast. Jason's dong is slimmer than Ted's but looks longer. 
Ted's is kinda fat and broad. And both of 'em got that early dewdrop 
hanging. 

"I beckon 'em over and grab a dong of each and get me a quick taste of early 
dew. And hang on to Jason's, seeing as he's the one I'm gonna suck. Ted 
moves around to the other side of the bed and sprawls across it, his head 
right up between my legs. I close 'em up a little, giving his ears a squeeze 
and he moans, then pushes them wide apart so he can get his mouth right on 
my snatch. 

"I got Jason's prick in my hand and I rub it against my cheek and then tease 
it with my tongue. He's standing awful straight and stiff but right then he 
sorta melts and goes down on his knees, so his dong is right level with my 
mouth, and he's shaking so I have to guide it in, licking and tonguing as I 
close my lips over it. He tastes a little brassier than Lee and his veins 
pulse more, but he's easier to fit in my mouth. 

"Ted keeps pushing my legs apart and burrowing up on my snatch, digging at 
my slit and even reaching my clit with his nose. Then he really fastens on, 
sucking deep and reaming with his tongue. 

"If you ain't never had four hands playing over your tits and round ass and 
all up and down you, along with Jason leaning over for a suck at my nipples 
every now and then, man, you ain't lived! Jason pumps his dong a little, 
getting into the swing of it. And I hump my ass so's to stir things up for 
Ted. It gets us all in rhythm, real bongo rhythm. And I'm building awful 
quick, quicker than I mean to, but those four hands really play tunes on me. 
I come with a big heave, spurting my cream at Ted, who drinks it up and goes 
after more. Jason hasn't come yet, being older and a little slow. So I keep 
on sucking, waiting for the gush of hot, brassy old jism. And Ted's building 
me for another big come. That time Jason shoots his hot old wad just as I 
pump my stuff for Ted. It's fireworks and booms and bright lights! 

"Jason pulls his pecker out real slow, like he don't want to give up a nice 
hot sucking mouth. Ted drops his head against one of my legs and laps at my 
juices, but kinda slow, getting all the taste of it. And I'm just lying 
there, quivering all inside from the excitement of it, my mouth all creamed 
up, swallowing and tasting, and my snatch working a little still, 
shivery-like, still putting out juices. 

"The three of us stay like that for a while, Jason leaning against the side 
of the bed and reaching up for a feel of a boob, and Ted lying against my 
legs, twitching once in a while, and me just getting back in focus. 

"Ted finally raises his head and looks up my body, trying for a grin. 'I'm 
stuck with a big yen, kid. So how about sucking all my stuff out for me?' 
Jason chuckles. 'Okay, and I take your end.' "If it's gonna be anything like 
the first, I'm willing, with a few minutes rest. So Ted and Jason change 
places. Ted is right about he needs a blow. His pecker is hard and jumping, 
and very big. Broad. But I get my lips around it and give him a tonguing and 
then one big suck--and he's had it. II ; floods me. Really floods me. And I 
give Jason a big jolt, too, being as I'm built up already and Ted's big come 
triggers a lot of stuff going on down around my snatch. 

"Both of them has had it by then, and I'm on the pooped side myself, having 
gone down on Lee and had a doubleheader with him earlier. 

"Hard for all three of us to get in the shower together, but we manage, with 
plenty of laughs. The guys get dressed but I don't. The apartment's warm and 
I like being naked and having the guys give me those long, studying looks, 
sighing every now and then, like they'd maybe like to have things permanent, 
with a mouth on my cunt all the time. 

"Ted and Jason have a drink just as they're leaving, but Jason says, 'It's a 
shame to wash down all that girl-taste, but I need the nourishment.' And Ted 
claps Lee on the back. 'You done noble, son, real noble. The boys'll 
appreciate it.' 

"I've most forgot, up to then, that there's gonna be others. So I ask Lee 
how many. He says there's six in the club, including him. Which means three 
more I ain't met. 'They as nice as you and Ted and Jason?' Lee grins. 'Ain't 
anybody as nice as me, but they're okay. Real gone guys.' 

"Things rock along like that for a coupla-three years, until one night we're 
really swinging with a six-way daisy-chain going, sucking and getting sucked 
and I'm giving a guy my load and getting somebody else's deep in my mouth. 
Ain't nothing like it! I'm bare-assed naked, going down on a guy, with 
another one reaming my snatch, when one of those old biddies who ain't had 
any fun since she fingered herself off behind the barn when she was nine or 
ten, calls the authorities, saying there's too much noise, and it's a 
disgrace. 

"It ain't no disgrace. Just fun. And I ain't took a penny from anybody, so 
it ain't whoring. And ain't any guy had his dong in my cunt, even once, so 
it ain't even real screwing. Like I say, just fun." 

* * * 

There is such a parallel between the situations--environmental, emotional, 
and psychological--of the subject of the first case history (Lillian) and 
that of the immediately preceding one, that even the prognosis cannot be 
anything but identical. In one word: pessimistic. 

CONCLUSION 

The foregoing case histories may have served to acquaint the reader with the 
predominance of oral activity in the United States and throughout the 
Western world. The occurrence of oral-ism, as has been seen, is not limited 
to any particular social class, age group or sex. It will be observed that 
women contribute a large part of the case history material, and that the 
female subjects confess their eager participation in this type of sexual 
activity. Indeed, in at least one case, that of the young man, Allen, the 
interest of his female partners in oral consummation may have exceeded his 
own. 

It cannot be denied that this recent tendency of women toward oralism may be 
nothing more than a public exposure of something that has been going on for 
a long time. Still, the fact that these young women feel free to expose 
their sexual activities--many of them considered "perverse" up to relatively 
recent times--can only be considered a step forward when contrasted to the 
stifling repression of sexual feeling which made up so much of the material 
of such investigators as Freud and Jung. Even in cases of neurotic or 
compulsive attachment to oralism as an exclusive form of sexual relations, 
the willingness to face up to a problem is the first step toward overcoming 
it. In that respect, few will condemn the openness and honesty of the 
subjects. 

One cannot fail to be impressed with the wide-ranging changes in attitude 
that have led to the current sexual revolution among young people. The 
general acceptance of oralism and other extravaginal means of satisfaction 
has been attested to in the current popularity of marriage manuals and other 
sources of sex education. Gradually, the increase in sex-education materials 
has led to what many consider a complete reversal of sexual attitudes, as 
Albert Ellis observes in his and Arbarbanel's Encyclopedia of Sexual 
Behavior: 

--- As we enter the closing phases of the twentieth century, a curious 
semireversal of the Eastern and Western attitudes toward coitus seems to be 
taking place. At least among the highly educated, intelligent, and widely 
read classes of English-speaking society, an unusually liberal attitude 
toward extravaginal coital relations has been and is still spreading: so 
that it may be confidently predicted that by the close of the present 
century an individual in these classes will be considered neurotically 
inhibited and to some degree sexually deviated if he does not at times 
spontaneously and joyously engage in all forms of heterosexual coitus, 
vaginal as well as nonvaginal. --- 

The objective observer may well wonder what the future holds if this 
prediction becomes even partially true. How will the eyes of the future look 
back upon our era of widespread sexual neurosis and psychological conflict? 
What will they think of the masses of pilgrims wending their way to the 
offices of psychiatrists and psychologists all over the country? Will even 
these foregoing case histories, so shocking to many of our present-day 
citizens, be considered exceptional in their fascination with oral sex? Note 
that even to Ellis the criterion for sexual health seems to be the 
exclusivity or nonexclusivity of sexual interest. 

It may be, then, that there is a gradual relaxation of the more neurotic 
forms of sexual vigilance working its way through our society and the 
societies of the Western world in general. It was not so long ago, in 
Victorian England, that the mention of such parts of the body as the arm or 
leg brought shocked amazement as a response. The taboos of that period have 
been relaxed to a substantial degree in the present day. It should not take 
much imagination to postulate the further alteration of ingrained sexual 
taboos as the world moves on. 

However, even with the relaxation of sexual prejudice and the improvement of 
scientific and psychological techniques for the investigation of human 
sexual behavior, it cannot be assumed that topics such as oral sex will be 
accepted without reservation throughout the general public. As always, the 
advancement of study will proceed in slow, steady steps. 

There can be little doubt, however, that oralism, which was certainly 
practiced in other times, has achieved a certain amount of public 
acceptance, particularly among the young. The practice of such sexual 
refinements, now included routinely in most marriage manuals as a form of 
foreplay, would, a few years ago, have exposed the participants to the most 
severe and unreasoning forms of legal and social punishment. Today, in a 
time of relatively liberal sexual attitude, ushered in by such people as 
Kinsey and Masters and Johnson, there is more of an interest in examining 
and studying sexual "deviation" rather than condemning outright. 

In conclusion, we must take account of the fact that oral sex is a definite 
preference with some people. With the advent of the Pill it is obvious that 
oralism is not limited to merely another means of avoiding conception. 
Future investigators may conclude that it represents just another avenue in 
the wide and varied paths of that elusive search for a true and honest human 
sexual response. 


THE END
