BB-235  Horny Teenagers
by Tom Brisbane


PUBLISHER'S FOREWORD 

For the first time since the beginning of the American Experiment, youth 
holds a majority over the general citizenry of the United States. 
Constitutional change, as much as activist protest, has shoved youth to the 
fore. Personally, the publisher thinks it is good that youth can now put its 
vote where its mouth has often been; shouting for reform, denouncing 
reactionarism, pleading the cause of the underdog. But the prominence of 
youth is a little "old hat" in terms of the behavioral sciences, the 
discipline upon which the Cameo Sex Reality Series is dependent. Young 
people have set the tone of sex practices for a very long time. They still 
do. They will tomorrow. They will during all future decades, too. And, as we 
review case history accounts of young sex practices in this report, it is 
important for us to remember that what is happening in the youth society 
affects the adult society, too. 

And what is happening-what are the sex practices of the young that are 
different from the patterns of previous generations? Many things. Many 
sexual variations that were undreamed of a few short decades ago, including: 
Mate Swapping Group Sex Fellatio Cunnilingus Mammary Intercourse Mutual 
Masturbation....and other acts which seem supremely sophisticated for boys 
and girls in their teen years. 

And how might these sex practices alter adult behavior? In a variety of 
ways, according to a psychologist who was consulted on the text of this 
report. This is what he had to say: "Youth has become synonymous with 
rebellion, change, nonconformity. Largely, the adult population sits back 
and watches, criticizes, complains, and thinks how different it was when 
they were young. It was indeed different, we must agree. Today's youth 
generation has created a life style, particularly in sexual areas, that is 
more rebellious than any previous generation would have dared. And by living 
their sexual revolution they are arousing adult curiosity, making the 
middle-aged American wonder if perhaps he has been missing something. And so 
a habitual practice of sexual variations by the young, and the publicity 
which is accorded these different life styles, will, I believe, make adults 
less disinclined to practice, at least in part, the same sexually free life 
styles. And youth will have been the social motivator of this change." 

It will be interesting to see the sexual developments within our society 
during the next few years. We might speculate upon them as we read the case 
history presentations in this report. 

-The Publisher 

 CASE HISTORY 

Fellatrice in a Daisy Chain 

Sexologists have often made reference to the compulsive fellatio syndrome, 
wherein the female subject is totally unable to control her desires to 
orally partake of the male penis. Just such a subject is Darlene J., an 
eighteen-year-old high school dropout, who was first introduced to fellatio 
by her nineteen-year-old boyfriend while they were both attending a beach 
party sponsored by the merchants of a popular bay city just south of Los 
Angeles. 

Darlene had been reluctant to take part in such oral lovemaking, but at the 
insistence of her companion she experimented. Much to her surprise she found 
that she enjoyed having his steel manhood plunged in and out of her mouth 
and when his eruption could no longer be held back, her throat was bathed 
with his steamy love juices which she swallowed eagerly. Darlene's boyfriend 
was delighted to have a girl who was willing to perform mouth sex in 
addition to everything else he wanted to do. 

But when he found out that after having gotten a taste of cock cream Darlene 
didn't want to do anything else but suck cock, he didn't think he was so 
lucky. At first it was fine since he loved to have his cock sucked as much 
as the next boy. But after a while, when Darlene would suck and suck, 
swallowing down one load of cream after another, it began to wear on him. 
And one time, following a marathon sucking session, the boy was unable to 
get a hard-on for a week! 

Partly in order to save himself and partly in order to get some sex other 
than sucking, the boy talked Darlene into joining a group that he knew 
about, which was made up of both high school kids and college kids. The 
group had different spots for their meetings, and the whole idea was to 
strip down and suck and fuck anything and everything in sight! Naturally, 
Darlene took to it right away. 

She is willing to put up with a prick up her snatch, as long as someone is 
providing her with a dick to chow down on at the same time. One of her 
favorite positions is getting on her hands and knees and letting a guy ram 
her dog-style. Sometimes she takes it up the ass, but it's only the older 
college men who ask her to do that. 

In either event, up the ass or down the snatch, the position enables Darlene 
to suck on the cock of a guy standing in front of her. Then, while one boy 
is jamming his prick in and out of her twat, she's sucking happily on a 
dick. 

This position also enables her to change sucking partners quickly in case 
the dick fucking her snatch is slow in coming. Darlene has no trouble in 
bringing a cock to a head in about two minutes, and there is usually a line 
waiting for a quick blow job. 

She likes to get licked sometimes, and she's got a position for that, too. 
She lies down on her back and spreads her legs. That gives the one who's 
going to eat her box an open view to do his thing. Then, after he's in 
position, another guy straddles her chest and slides his prick between her 
boobs. 

He rubs it back and forth between her tits, letting his hard shaft glide 
through the crevice faster and faster. A fair amount of perspiration builds 
up between Darlene's boobs when this is being done to her, and the dork 
glides quickly and easily. 

Gradually the boy straddling her chest allows his cock to slide up higher 
and higher, until bit by bit it reaches her mouth. Darlene flicks her tongue 
out at the tool as it comes within reach, trying to give the engorged cock 
head a little lick or two. 

Then, as the cock comes closer and closer to her mouth, she parts her lips 
and forms her mouth into a big 0. Then the cock slides in and the guy fucks 
her face for all he's worth. And sometimes Darlene lowers her teeth just a 
little to allow a little scraping when the hard cock goes in and out. 

Sometimes, if Darlene is especially hot, she'll take the guy's cock out of 
her hot mouth long enough to line up two other pricks, one on each side of 
her. These she'll jerk off while getting fucked up the twat and in the 
mouth. That way as soon as the cock fucking her face shoots its load, 
there's another one, all hard and hot and ready to take its place. 

Working in this way Darlene has attempted to suck two cocks at once, but 
found that her jaws ached too much and had to stop. Instead, she went from 
one to the other rapidly, sucking and nibbling on one a little bit and then 
quickly changing over to the other. Through sheer skill she managed to get a 
mouthful of seed from each of them within ten seconds of each other! 

On some nights Darlene likes to play rotation, which is a variation of the 
daisy chain theme, all with the purpose of giving Darlene more cocks to 
suck. She lies on her side and allows a stud to position himself at each of 
her interesting parts. One lies in front alongside her and gets his prick 
nestled in her snatch. Another gets behind her and shoves it up her ass. Two 
other boys do their damndest to suck on each of her boobs while yet another 
squats over her face and drops his dick down her throat. 

Darlene likes this position because it allows the cock to sink deeper down 
her throat than in any other position. The guy who's getting sucked actually 
sits on her face and presses down hard. The harder the better, according to 
Darlene, because that forces the prick down deeper. 

In that position Darlene doesn't have to suck too much. The cock is jammed 
so far down her throat that her gag reflex takes over and her throat muscles 
actually milk the cream out of the organ. 

Then, as soon as that cock has spurted, everyone rotates, playing a sort of 
musical chairs on the girl's body. Some nights Darlene spends the whole time 
playing with her daisy chain, and when one guy can't get it up anymore, he 
drops out and someone else takes his place. To her, that's the advantage of 
an orgy. 

Toward the end of a typical evening, most of the men do have trouble getting 
their cocks to stay hard. No matter how much they might want to fuck or get 
their cocks sucked again, there is still the problem of getting it up after 
someone like Darlene has wrung it dry with her mouth. 

But she has a solution to that problem. She keeps watch for a guy fucking a 
cunt, and right after he shoots and starts to pull his cock out of the 
glistening twat, Darlene moves right in and slides her mouth right down to 
the hilt of the still hard cock. 

She doesn't even give it time to get soft before her tongue starts lashing 
it wetly and hotly, and her teeth nibble gently along the swollen rim of the 
cock head and her mouth begins to glide back and forth on its slippery 
hardness. She has learned to apply just the right amount of suction to keep 
an overactive prick from losing its steam. That way it gives the guy's 
system time enough to manufacture more of his fluid and get it coursing 
through his tubes before he's called upon to jet it out again. 

Darlene figures that if all the cocks she sucked were laid end to end, they 
would stretch almost half a mile. And this would not count the repeat 
performances. And she also figures that she's sucked down enough boiling 
sperm to fill endless gallon jugs. 

Her only wish is to hurry up and attain even more experience that will teach 
her how to suck a better cock. 

 CASE HISTORY 

High School Swap Party Case 

Subject: Chatty Griggs, seventeen-year-old high school senior, sexually 
knowledgeable but seeking fuller acceptance by her peers, resulting in a 
swapping arrangement with her school friends. 

"Tricia said some pretty hot things about you," Chatty giggled as she moved 
about on the sofa, tucking her legs beneath her as she sought a more 
comfortable position. Her short skirt had creeped high enough to give Bud 
Hawthorne a pleasing view of her lush thigh flesh. 

"Oh, hell, you're only kidding. What could Tricia say about me? We only 
fucked a few times and I didn't really get down to business with her." 

"Oh, she told me plenty," Chatty laughed. "But let's forget about her now. 
This wine you've been feeding me is sure turning me on. I think I'm getting 
drunk." 

Bud clinked his glass against hers. "Let's drink a toast to you and me." 

"You and me?" 

"Yeah, you're my baby! And I'm gonna give you all I've got, which is quite a 
lot!" 

Chatty shivered and took a long swallow of wine. Then she gave him an 
innocent look. "I-I don't know what you mean." 

"Feel here, baby!" he ordered, smiling faintly. "I've got something special, 
and it's all just for you!" 

"Very special?" 

He nodded and stood up. Chatty was acutely aware of his hard cock tenting 
out his pants as he rested a hand on her bare shoulder. She grabbed his cock 
through the cloth of his trousers and twisted her body to capture the 
delicious pressure of his fingers on her tits. She squeezed his dick, and he 
groaned. 

"I'm warning you now, Chatty," he told her. "I'm no kid, and I'm not easily 
satisfied. If we go any further, it's all the way. Is that understood?" 

Chatty managed a fluttering smile. God, his cock was so big! So big it might 
hurt her! "I-I understand," she stammered. "Jim already told me. But let's 
do it right. Let's go into the bedroom." 

Chatty Griggs had been going steady with Jim Huff for some time, and with 
their crowd that meant all the privileges of marriage. Bud Hawthorne had 
shacked up with Tricia Marlow, but the time had come when their sexual and 
romantic pleasures were fading. Bud had confided in his friend, Jim, and 
both boys had agreed to a swap arrangement if the girls were willing. It 
took some talking on Tricia's part to get Chatty to agree. Jim was the only 
boy she'd ever let fuck her. She'd entered into the arrangement expecting a 
full, exciting, and meaningful sex life. She'd expected sex to be the most 
important thing in their relationship, but, unfortunately, she was soon 
disillusioned. 

The disappointment had come soon and quickly. She'd gone to Jim, a virgin, 
and the first time he'd rammed his not-too-big dick in her, it hurt like 
hell. Perhaps Jim was too bent on his own pleasure to considers hers. 
Anyway, Chatty, an inhibited person, had naively assumed that her sexual 
fears would disappear after the first fuck job. They didn't. That first bad 
experience was a bad teacher, and she'd told Tricia, "If that's all there is 
to fucking, to hell with it!" 

Tricia had tried to tell her what the shouting was all about. "Bud's big and 
good," she'd bragged, "and when he fucks me, I know I've been fucked! He 
knows all about sex, and he's had experience." 

"Before Jim and I did it that first time, all I wanted was sex," Chatty 
confided. "But the whole thing is a drag, and Jim doesn't turn me on. Before 
that first fuck, I trembled all over if he simply touched me. Now-well, I 
have orgasms, but it's strange-they're orgasms without passion." 

Any woman can probably have an orgasm if she and her partner use the right 
techniques. But when a woman talks about being "turned on," she's referring 
to a totally different feeling, the giving and receiving of pleasure, the 
body-and-soul experience of being female. The essence of sexual union is not 
orgasm; it is pleasure. And there is as much variety of sexual pleasures as 
there are individual human beings. 

Tricia's parents were away on a fishing trip, and in the quiet, semi dark 
bedroom, Bud leaned over Chatty, gazing down at her naked breasts. They were 
nice breasts, Chatty knew, round and gentle and set wide apart, with pale 
pink peaks pointing outward. They were the color of rose petals, darkening 
and contracting into hard little buds as Bud took them between his lips. 

"Oooh!" She stirred. "Is this how you make love to Tricia?" she asked. 

He kissed her belly. "Yes," he said softly, browsing contentedly. 

Chatty's hands played up and down his spine, felt under him, and found his 
stiff cock. It was pressed into her belly, and, God, it was big! 

"Did you fuck Tricia yesterday?" she questioned. 

"No." 

"The day before?" 

"What difference does it make?" 

"Here, on this bed? On these sheets?" 

"Oh, Christ!" he swore in exasperation. 

Chatty began urging him and coaxing with her body, yet holding back, too, 
allowing him merely to tease and touch her to a certain degree. 

"Is Tricia good?" she asked lazily. "Does she do this?" Chatty tilted her 
hips and rotated them against him. "Does she?" 

"No," he whispered. 

"Or this?" 

He groaned. "Oh, damn you!" 

Chatty laughed huskily. "How about this?" 

She ran her hand over his hot belly, then down his naked hip. His cock lay 
close to her gaping pussy, big and long and throbbing. It was damp on its 
silky textured, mauve head. 

She grasped the thick, hairy base with her right hand and raised his hard, 
blood-filled cock. She tried to shut out the sound of Tricia and Jim in the 
next room. She knew the two were naked and that Jim was sinking his cock 
into Tricia's body. She heard their moans and the making of wet sounds as 
their mouths fed each other. 

Bud said throatily, "Come on, Chatty. Let me fuck you!" 

His big, athlete's hands pinned her to the bed. He pushed down with his body 
until his thick, hard cock pushed open the lips of her juicy cunt. 

She closed her eyes and tried to relax and cooperate. He pushed harder, and 
his big cock spread the lips of her pussy until she screamed out. "Oh, Jesus 
Christ, you're big, and you hurt!" 

She clasped his cock with both hands. 

Bud moaned and cursed, "Oh, shit!" He started thrusting his sensitive, hard 
flesh at her. 

She held his prick to prevent it from entering her cunt again. "Oh, Bud, go 
easy!" she begged. 

She let him get the head between her pussy lips again. He rested it there a 
moment, and it didn't feel so bad. Chatty relaxed. Before she knew it, her 
lips worked to thrust his cock deep into her. It ripped and tore into her 
body, going deep. She almost fainted from the hot pain of it. 

It was hell, and it was heaven. After a few moments, some of the pain 
passed. Bud had almost all of his cock in her now. She played with his 
scrotum and tickled his anus with her fingertip. 

"Oh, holy Christ!" he panted. His belly was rigid, and the muscles in his 
thighs were rock hard. 

He jabbed her a few times and she gritted her teeth to endure it. 

"Jesus! Jesus!" 

Already, he was coming! She felt his cock expand inside her, felt his sperm 
explode, and now it was a joyous, eager excitement as he plunged into her 
faster, deeper. An animal sound tore from his throat as spurts of semen 
continued to splash deep into her cunt. 

Chatty whimpered under him, wondering when the sweet agony would end. She 
was having an orgasm. He lay on her, and she felt his cock softening. 

He relaxed and sighed, "You're a good fuck, Chatty. You really dig my cock, 
don't you?" 

She lifted her head and nodded, then moved and cuddled against him. 

Once more, his cock hardened, and he forced it into her. The pain wasn't 
quite so bad this time. He fucked her three times. 

Later, they sat up, and through the opened door, they watched Jim and 
Tricia. Tricia was naked, blonde, a shadow in the weak light. She was on her 
back, under Jim, holding her legs high. Jim's cock went in and out of her 
open, defenseless cunt as he gasped and lunged and slapped hard against her 
thighs with every move. 

Chatty watched Tricia's face. It was a picture of pleasure. She was crying 
and sobbing, "Not yet! Oh, don't go off yet! Not yet! Wait for me!" 

They were both on the edge of a climax. Tricia began spasming, clawing, 
babbling. Jim was shooting in her, his face a distorted mask. 

Chatty felt a quick accumulation of pleasure tensions and knew she was out 
of control. She felt herself coming. Bud's finger was in her cunt, searching 
her clitoris. She closed her eyes and arched her neck back. Her pleasure 
boiled up and overflowed. She couldn't contain a long, soft, "Ahhh" 

A moment later, she was wanting Bud to fuck her. She scooted close to his 
warm body. 

But he pushed her back and said, "What say we get a drink?" 

"All right." Chatty sat up and reached for her dress. She slipped it on 
while Bud got into his shirt and pants. She hated to see his delicious cock 
get covered up. He left his shoes and socks under the bed. 

They left the bedroom and went down the hall to the kitchen. Jim and Tricia 
must have worn themselves out. They lay on the bed, gasping and panting. 

Chatty knew she had a lot to learn about sex. So when Charley Snare, a 
Protestant minister, came to town for a series of talks, she went to hear 
him. His specialty was trying to talk teenagers out of premarital sex. 

"I never preach," Chatty heard him tell a reporter. "You lose kids 
immediately if you preach. I talk about what's the smart thing to do, rather 
than what's right or wrong. These kids prefer an intellectual approach to a 
churchy one-because to them the church stands for bigotry and the killing of 
all fun." 

He said in his first lecture that great, uninhibited sex was a creation that 
God made for people to have a ball with, but that there were a lot of hang 
ups along the way. 

"Holding back the physical urges until you're sure enough to get married is 
the smart thing to do; but if you can't-if you've had intercourse and are 
unable to stop it-then you've got to be responsible for your partner, and 
careful not to use the person in a cheap way. That's what's hurting young 
people who practice the 'new morality.' So many times, one of them is being 
used for the gratification of the other, and both of them suffer from 
realizing it." 

Chatty wondered if that's what Jim Huff had done to her. Because Reverend 
Snare talked against premarital sex, many of the kids and young adults 
thought he was prudish. "You're out of it, Doc," they'd say. "You can't sell 
that bag anymore." 

Of course, many of the kids' parents engaged in swapping partners, and the 
kids knew it. And it was getting to be a pretty common practice among the 
high school crowd. Kids will imitate their elders, you know. 

On the other hand, because he publicly advocated contraceptives for those 
who couldn't resist, some of the older adults considered him far-out and 
said he was going to hell! 

"The kids are what count," he'd grin. "They dig me." 

But Chatty didn't quite dig him. The more she listened, the more confused 
she became. He had approached thousands of teen-agers around the country 
through lectures at schools and universities. At the beginning of each 
lecture, he would ask the members of the audience to close their eyes to 
shut out their neighbors. Then he would ask, "Do you think you were given an 
adequate education at home to prepare you for sex?" 

Fewer than 5 per cent of the audience said yes. 

Chatty's own parents had told her very little about sex. Her high school 
course in sex education had been confusing, and the most of what she knew, 
she'd gotten from Jim Huff and Tricia Mar-low. 

After the kids had answered, Preacher Snare would continue, "Now, that isn't 
right, is it? Folks scream that kids are bad, but you can't expect them to 
cope with something if they're not prepared. And parents are doing nothing 
to prepare their kids for sex!" 

Doctor Snare made it plain that he believed sex education should begin in 
the home. 

And early. 

"My advice to parents," he said, "is that it's better to teach too much too 
soon than to teach too little too late. By the age of ten or twelve, your 
child has sex coming at him from everywhere-his peers, movies, TV, 
advertising and books. The kids who really get fractured are those who move 
into this confusion without a home environment to sort out the facts for 
them. Fathers should sit down with their kids when they're real young and 
tell them what's good and what's bad. Give them all the proper definitions, 
including dirty words, defined without the aura of naughtiness that's only 
going to confuse them later." 

He said one evening that the greatest sex training of all for a child to see 
was a loving, tender, father-mother relationship. 

"Talk to your kids and listen, but don't preach," Doctor Snare advised. 
"That's one reason the church today can't help young people. Kids turn it 
off, for it has sinned against youth by being tragically selfish, in 
opposition to their ideals." 

Maybe kids will come back to the church when it turns honest. 

Chatty talked privately with Doctor Snare. She told him about her love for 
Jim and asked what she should do about sleeping with him. In the course of 
an hour, while she talked, he never said more than "yes" or "no," or 
"uh-huh." But at the end, she clutched his hand and thanked him from the 
bottom of her heart for solving her problem! 

It was only a little later that she realized her problem wasn't really 
solved. She continued to "go steady" with Jim Huff, and they kept up the 
swapping business with Bud and Tricia. They even branched out with other 
couples. 

The trouble was that Chatty could never decide if what they were doing was 
right or wrong. And the more she thought about it, the more confused she 
became. 

 CASE HISTORY 

A Young Girl's Initiation to Fellatio 

"Man, did that cocksucking turn me on! I didn't expect to feel that way 
about it at all, in fact, it was quite a surprise. But a pleasant surprise. 
Now that I know where the real action is, you can bet your sister's cherry 
that I won't pass up any chances for a lick-and-suck job. I haven't been at 
this for too long, but I sure as hell have sucked a variety of cocks. I 
don't care if they're thin or thick, short or long, circumcised or not. 
That's not what makes any difference to me. 

"What really counts is all that good, hot, spurting cock juice that comes 
streaming out of those rods. There's nothing to equal the taste of a good 
mouthful of warm, salty cock cream. And I'm just the girl that knows how to 
gulp all that good stuff down. Shit, I gulp cock like a champ. 

"And maybe I am a champ. At least that's what all the guys in school think. 
They come back to me time and time again, their beautiful young cocks just 
begging to be stuck into my mouth. 

"I'll tell you the truth. Once I found out how much I liked to take a good 
hard cock in my mouth and make it dance the jig, I decided to find out all I 
could about the art of cocksucking. And make no mistake, there's an art to 
it, all right. 

"There's a right way to do something and a wrong way. Although I can't quite 
say that there is really a wrong way to suck a cock. I mean, that would be 
like saying that there's a wrong way to enjoy ice cream, you know. Like, you 
just can't help but get a lot out of it. 

"But when you do it right, with a little know-how in your mouth, then both 
you and the guy find out what it's like to ride on a cloud and soar through 
space. I mean it, that's just what it's like. The ground falls out from 
under you when the first hot spurt of jism shoots off, and there you are 
soaking up all of that white sperm and flying through the air on a rocket! 

"Anyway, I was telling you about how I decided to learn as much as I could 
about it. I got this book called the Kama Sutra, and man-oh-man did that 
ever tell me what to do to a cock. I practiced on a hot dog for the longest 
time, my mouth watering all the while for the delight of a real cock, but I 
didn't want to rush it. I had already got several of the boys interested 
just from the little bit of pricksucking I had already done, and I knew that 
if I wanted to keep them coming I would have to build up a reputation that 
comes from being the best. 

"'The very best cocksucker!' That's how I wanted the boys to know me. So I 
practiced on the hot dog until I got the technique right, and then to get 
the suction part of it down pat I would practice on spears of cucumber, 
sucking and sucking on them, pressing them tight against the roof of my 
mouth with my tongue and then sucking the hell out of those spears until all 
the juice was gone and there was nothing but a mushy pulp. 

"Wow! I hoped that I didn't ever do that to a cock. After all, one less cock 
to suck would be a tragedy, especially since it meant so damn much to me. 

"I had found out just how much cocksucking meant to me at the initiation 
ceremony for the secret society I had joined in high school. At that time I 
was a junior, and even though I was a little on the short side I had as much 
to offer in the boob and cunt department as any other seventeen-year-old 
girl in my class. 

"My breasts jutted out like torpedoes on a warship, and sometimes when I got 
aroused and my pussy started puckering up, the little tips on my breast 
would get hard and press out against my blouse, and all the boys would stare 
and lick their chops. I mean, it was just that noticeable! 

"And any time I had been out on a date the boy would really go wild over my 
tits. Usually it took no time at all before he had my dress or my blouse 
unbuttoned and the hooks on my bra undone. And then, after he fondled my 
boobs like a farmer squeezing his melons, he would burrow down into their 
soft warmth, letting his tongue lick around and around the tingling flesh 
and licking the hell out of me. 

"With his free hand he'd get up under my skirt and into my panties, letting 
his finger work around and around in my kinky cunt hair, finally dipping 
down and slipping a nice hard finger into my hole. 

"Naturally he didn't put it too far in because of that cherry of mine that I 
still had in there. I wasn't too sure just when I wanted a cock up my cunt 
for real. I guess it was just that I hadn't ever been really turned on to 
the point of wanting to get fucked. At least, not until the initiation and 
my first cocksucking job! 

"It was right after school had started in September, and everybody was still 
hot from the summer nights spent necking and tongue kissing and all the rest 
of that good stuff. Naturally most of the girls had already had their first 
fuck, some several years ago. I guess they had already found the magic 
something that made them want to get a hot cock up their cunt. 

"Anyway, everyone was still pretty excited from their summer vacation and it 
took no time at all for the secret society to get back into business. I had 
known about the society for a long time, although nobody had ever approached 
me to join it. 

"The society was dedicated to sex-pure and simple sex. And the members met 
at one house or another, whenever parents were going out for the evening. 
And that must have been pretty often since I heard that the society had 
meetings at least four or five times a week! 

"Wow! All that fucking going on! I didn't know that it could be done that 
often! But I found out soon enough, and I found out that there were better 
things to do than fuck all the time, that's for sure! 

"Anyway, I guess the girls I hung around with, like Marcia and Betty Jean 
and the rest who were already in the society decided that maybe I was ready, 
or something. I don't know what the hell they had waited all this time for, 
anyway. I had everything they had, and maybe a little better. 

"And they were so snooty about it, too, wearing their secret society 
necklace right out where everyone could see it. It was supposed to be worn 
underneath the blouse or sweater so that only the members knew it was there. 
It had a gold insignia that consisted of the male and female sign twisted 
around each other. My pussy ached to get to wear one! 

"Anyway, Betty Jean slipped the invitation to join to me one day in the 
cafeteria. She did it real smooth, just like something out of a spy movie. 
And somehow, as soon as I realized that she had forced a wadded piece of 
paper in my hand, I knew that it was an invitation. 

"I noticed a couple of the boys who were members of the club, guys like Ted 
and Rodney, give me the once-over and grin to each other, just as if they 
were saying that they couldn't wait to get their pricks nestled up into my 
good hot cunt. 

"Well, I couldn't wait to join the action and get some sex for myself. 
Although I must admit that at the time the thought of getting screwed just 
didn't turn me on. But there was something about their cocks, and those 
balls that did excite me. 

"I remember the time that some of the girls found the little peep-hole in 
the locker room in the gym. The girls' locker room was right next to the 
boys' and somehow there was a crack in the wall just large enough to see 
through to the other side if you pressed your eye right up against it. 

"And this one time several of the girls were bunched around, waiting for 
their chance to see into the boys' locker room. I decided that I wanted to 
see, too, and when I got my chance and looked through that hole at the boys 
taking their showers and horsing around, my pussy really started to act up. 

"I ached to handle all that meat and press my face down on it and breathe in 
its rich masculine scent and then to.... 

"Well, I wasn't sure just what else I did want to do until it came to be my 
turn at the initiation. We had all gathered at Betty Jean's house and she 
told everybody that her parents would be gone until late. Then everybody 
stripped down, including me, and they formed a circle around me to start the 
initiation. 

"All of the boys paraded by, one by one, and I was supposed to take each 
boy's cock in my hand and jerk it up and down until it was good and hard. Of 
course some of the boys were good and hard and hot already, just from 
looking at my boobs and my twat. I even felt some spasms in one of the cocks 
and I thought for a minute that he was going to shoot off right in my hand. 

"Finally the parade was finished and I had gotten all those beautiful young 
cocks as hard as they could get. And then Betty Jean came into the center of 
the ring and told me the rules. It seemed that this boy Rodney, who had one 
hell of a build including a cock that looked like a salami and balls that 
hung heavily underneath like two massive walnuts, was picked to be the one 
to take me through the ropes. And the one rule was that I had to do whatever 
he asked of me, without question, or I would be dropped from the society. 

"Well, my heart pounded a little behind my tits wondering just what it was 
going to be that Rodney wanted me to do. And when he stepped closer to me, 
his cock swinging heavily from side to side, I wondered if I'd even be able 
to take all of that meat, wherever he wanted to shove it. 

"Then he ordered me to get down on my knees in front of him, which I 
promptly did. That thick, long, hard cock was now just inches from my face, 
and I could smell his musky scent coming from his crotch-a scent which I 
found strangely arousing. And I felt the little nipples on the ends of my 
tits really stick out now. 

"And then came my order. In a clear voice Rodney spoke my name and then 
spread his legs apart. 

"'Susan,' he said, 'Suck my cock!' 

"My heart leaped into my throat and pounded madly. He wanted me to take that 
big horse cock into my mouth and suck on it! At first I didn't know what to 
do. Sucking his cock was something that I had never really dreamed of, and 
yet ... and yet there was something definitely exciting about it. 

"I knew that if I refused, it would be all over with me in the secret 
society, and then I also knew something else. I knew that I didn't want to 
refuse. There was something inside me, something that wanted to find out 
just what it would be like to take that prick into my mouth and lick it and 
suck it and feel its hot length. And then, when his juice came out I would 
taste it and probably even drink it down! 

"I didn't hesitate another moment. I parted my lips and pressed my face up 
into his crotch. From that point on it was like some instinct inside me, 
some hidden voice that I never knew was there, telling me just what to do, 
leading me on to use my mouth on this prick and bring it and me the greatest 
of pleasure. 

"I flicked my tongue across the swollen cock head, licking gently back and 
forth. It felt like licking a big mushroom, although I knew no mushroom 
could be as hot and hard as this cock was. And then my tongue found the 
little slit right there at the tip of Rodney's cock and I instinctively 
pressed into it, letting my tongue and my taste buds get the first taste of 
the saltiness that lay hidden inside that spear. 

"Gradually I let the hot hardness slip inside my mouth, going very slowly 
and swallowing in about a half inch at a time. And during this time my 
tongue kept up its busy work, roaming from one side to the other, slithering 
around and around that mushroom head and then up and down the length of the 
cock as I took more and more of it into my hot, wet mouth. 

"And then I realized that the more I took in my mouth the more I wanted to 
take. I started to wake up to the good taste of prick, and I found my tongue 
working faster and faster on it, whipping around and around the hard length 
like some frenzied thing. 

"I pressed my lips down hard on that male meat and sucked the rest of 
Rodney's length in my mouth until my face was pressed up into his wiry cock 
hair. Like I said, he had quite a cock on him and its massive length jammed 
down my throat made me gag for a few moments, but very gradually I managed 
to adjust to that rod until all of it was nestled in my throat very 
comfortably. 

"For a brief minute I didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to stay like 
that, kneeling down in front of this handsome boy with his cock rammed down 
my throat. It felt wonderful, and the taste was so exciting that the juices 
were coursing through my own body, setting up some kind of wild electricity 
between my boobs and my cunt. I tingled all over! 

"But I knew there was more to this delight than just letting a cock stay 
down my throat, so very slowly I began to pull my head back and let my mouth 
travel up the length of this shard shaft. I kept my lips tightly closed so 
as not to lose contact with this glorious organ, and pulled back until I 
felt the thick ridges of that mushroom head. 

"I gave the engorged head a few candy licks and then plunged down on that 
prick, taking it all right to the hilt. Suddenly something inside of me 
triggered and I started jamming my face up and down on that thick, hard cock 
as fast as I possibly could. 

"Up and down, up and down, faster and faster I went on that dork until I had 
to close my eyes to keep from getting dizzy. By now my saliva was completely 
covering the cock and my mouth was filled with the musky taste of it. And I 
knew that pretty soon, with my face jamming up and down like it was, it was 
going to be filled with something else ... something hot and salty. 

"And then I knew what I wanted most. I wanted the taste of cock cream. I 
wanted to get my mouth hosed down with that creamy goodness and I wanted it 
now! 

"Faster and faster I went, trying to suck on that big cock just like I would 
suck on a soda at the drug store. And all of my mouth action was getting to 
Rodney, 'cause he started jamming his hips back and forth, shoving his cock 
deep into my mouth every time I pulled my head back for air. 

"He was fucking my face as fast as I was going down on his cock, and between 
the two of us I bet we made quite a picture. My boobs bounced around wildly 
from all my thrashing about, and I grabbed hold of Rodney's legs for 
support. 

"Without even thinking of what I was doing, I let my hand travel up his leg 
until it reached his balls and then I fondled them, rolling them back and 
forth and every now and then giving them a little squeeze. This got him 
worked up even more and I heard him start to moan. 

"And then, between my mouth going up and down on his cock and his hips 
jamming his cock down my throat and my hand working on his balls, I guess he 
just couldn't hold himself any more and he erupted with a loud cry. 

"Before I even knew what had happened, my mouth was filled with his hot 
seed. Shit, I had no idea a guy could shoot that much come into a girl's 
mouth! He just stood there, with his legs apart and his hands holding my 
head against his crotch, while his cock went through all kinds of pulsating 
spasms, and with each spasm another hot jolt of his sperm shot into my 
mouth. 

"Wow! Was I ever getting a mouthful of come! I let my tongue flick around my 
mouth to gather up some of it to find out what it tasted like. I really 
couldn't decide if it was more of a vanilla taste or a meat taste. I think 
it was somewhere in between. 

"But I didn't have much time to find out 'cause he kept shooting so much 
come into my mouth that I had to swallow again and again to keep from losing 
it all. But I managed to gulp it all down, and as soon as I did I became 
aware of a crazy kind of tingling going on in my pussy. 

"I reached down and started to finger myself, diddling my clit a little 
although I really didn't need any kind of extra stimulation. But before I 
had a chance to do very much of that, another boy came up and got between my 
legs, pressing me back against the floor. 

"I felt the hardness of his cock pressing up into my bush and I knew that he 
was going to fuck me. Maybe he knew I was cherry and maybe he didn't, but he 
intended to jam his tool up my snatch, I knew that much. And I still wasn't 
sure that I wanted it that way. Maybe I just didn't know what I wanted. 

"But just then another guy walked up to me, lying there on the floor, and he 
stood right over my head and then squatted, letting his hard cock plop right 
down on my face. And as soon as he did that something clicked inside me and 
I just opened my mouth and sucked it right in. 

"I started right in on that cock just like I had been sucking for years, and 
I lost no time in doing the things to him that I knew had excited Rodney so 
much. I worked my tongue into his slit and around and around his bulbous 
head, sucking all the while until the poor guy got so steamed up that he 
started fucking my face just like Rodney had done. 

"And then I suddenly was aware of the thickness plunging into my cunt and I 
realized that I was being fucked! I wanted to cry out with some kind of 
sound but I couldn't. My mouth was too full of cock meat! 

"It was really crazy! Here this guy had slipped his prick up my snatch, 
ripping through my cherry as hard as he could, and I hadn't even felt 
anything. I had been so busy licking and slobbering over this good piece of 
cock that was in my mouth that I hadn't been aware of anything else! 

"Well, with that I went to work on that cock, sucking up a storm and drawing 
every last drop of his precious fluid out of him and into my waiting mouth. 
And that was only the beginning. I lived the greatest night of my life that 
night as I sucked every guy's cock there. 

"And it was right after that that I realized I was a born cocksucker. I 
began to learn all I could about cocksucking, asking the guys what they 
liked best and then doing my damnedest to bring them to a wild, torrential 
come. I learned just what I had to do to suck a bucket of juice out of the 
guy, and the more I got the more I wanted. 

"I can only tell you now that I'm a confirmed cocksucker. I've sucked off 
every guy I've dated since then, and though a lot of them want to fuck me I 
can never really get turned on enough to have their cock up my snatch until 
after I've gone down on their meat. 

"I guess you might say that I'm just doing my own thing." 

 CASE HISTORY 

Summer Sex and the Mouth Girl 

The beginning of summer meant the beginning of summer sex for Karen D. She 
would now be able to indulge in her favorite pastime while soaking in all 
the benefits of summer beach living. Karen D. was an avid fellatrice, eager 
and willing to take advantage of any opportunity for the oral lovemaking she 
so eagerly sought. School was a drag for Karen and she looked forward to her 
two and a half months of summer freedom when she would be able to indulge in 
all the oral deviations she seemed so desperately to need. 

Early in July, Karen left with several girl friends to a beach resort about 
a hundred miles from her home. It was a popular stretch of the ocean, 
frequented by throngs of school-free teenagers. 

There were numerous hotels and cottages at the beach, but the teenagers 
preferred to sleep in cars and under the boardwalk. The local Chamber of 
Commerce pressured the police to crack down on the kids for sleeping out in 
the open, but the practice seemed to only continue and thrive. 

It didn't take long to learn the ropes and if a kid was lucky he could last 
the whole summer without ever having to shell out a nickel for lodging. Food 
was another matter, although a little shoplifting from a nearby supermarket 
helped ward off many a hungry spell. 

The beach was a favored summer haunt for the simple reason that it promised 
a lot of freedom. There was the freedom to spend the whole summer in nothing 
more than a swim suit-and for some even this was being overdressed. The boys 
let their eyes roam all over the girls, mentally stripping them out of their 
skimpy suits and sucking on their tits and fucking their cunts and asses. 

And the girls had roving eyes, too, enjoying the sight of bulging muscles 
and a well-packed basket. Most of the guys didn't wear any kind of supporter 
and liked to show off the length of their cocks under the tight, wet suits. 

But the best kind of freedom of all was the freedom to do whatever they 
wanted, keeping the company they wanted to keep, going to sleep whenever 
they wanted and with whomever they wanted. And this was the best part of 
all, especially since they were all out for the best sex they could get and 
as much as they could get. 

The night posed no problem and hidden in the shadows or under the boardwalk, 
the kids fucked up a storm. Sometimes it was even possible to hear the 
slushing, slurping sounds of dozens of cocks fucking dozens of cunts, and 
the moans and sighs of dozens of orgasms. 

The kids had plenty of energy and it was normal for their fucking to go on 
long into the night, spaced out by occasional periods of rest to catch their 
breath and smoke a stick of grass or two. And in such an element the boys 
learned everything there was to know about fucking a cunt and screwing an 
ass. 

As young as they were they learned the best ways to get a clit all hard and 
throbbing and a cunt juicing like a sponge. And they learned how to hold off 
their own comes until the last possible minute, thereby coming up with a 
bucket of cream. 

Karen liked fucking ever since the first cock rammed up her snatch several 
years ago. There was just something special, she thought, about being 
stuffed with a hot sausage and filled up with hot cream. She'd had just 
about every kind of cock there was up her cunt at one time or another and 
she loved it. But there was something she loved even better. 

Fucking was fine, thought Karen, but sucking was even better. A hot piece of 
cock meat stuffed inside her mouth could beat a fuck any day. And 
remembering back Karen decided that she'd sucked, or been sucked, far more 
times than she'd been fucked. 

A mouth was the best sex organ there ever was, Karen thought, whether it was 
wrapped around a thick prick or lapping up the hole of a juicy cunt. 

She licked her lips whenever she thought of going down on a cock, or having 
a boy go down on her. 

She first found out how good mouth sex was with her brother Paul. It was 
during the summer while their family was vacationing at the beach-the same 
beach that she was staying at now. She was thirteen at the time and Paul was 
fifteen. 

Karen had already begun to sprout, and her breast buds had caught Paul's eye 
on more than one occasion. She in turn had become more and more aware of the 
bulge his cock and balls made in his swim suit, and she had even taken to 
watching him through the keyhole of the bathroom door. When she actually saw 
his cock and balls in the flesh, as it were, her hand automatically went 
down to that little nub of flesh up near the top of her slit-the nub that 
she had heard some of the girls call their "little man in the boat." 

The parents had gone away for the day on the occasion that Karen and Paul 
first sucked each other. Paul had taken the initiative and announced that he 
wanted to go skinny dipping. Naturally Karen followed suit and before long 
the two of them were romping around on the sand at a deserted part of the 
beach, boobs jiggling up and down, and his long, thick cock and balls 
banging against his thighs. 

Soon he had a hard-on, and Karen was amazed. She had never seen anything 
like that in her entire life. Don't forget she was only thirteen and a 
little behind the other girls. Paul laughed and told her to take it in her 
hands and see what it felt like, which Karen eagerly did. 

Then she found that she was taken by an almost irresistible desire to take 
it into her mouth, and very slowly, hesitatingly for fear of what Paul might 
think or do, she lowered her mouth to the thick hard organ and parted her 
lips, giving the thick head a little nibble of a kiss. 

"Go ahead," Paul said, "put it in your mouth all the way." 

The prospect thrilled Karen. Her brother's cock looked like a big fleshy 
all-day sucker and she wanted to taste it! She opened her mouth wide and 
grasped Paul's cock by the base, shoving it all the way in. But she hadn't 
opened wide enough and her teeth scraped along Paul's hardness, forcing him 
to cry out. 

"For Christ's sake get your teeth out of the way!" 

Little by little Karen learned how to suck cock, and sometimes she found 
that she was just a little too wound up in getting her own pleasure and 
couldn't quite pay attention to the instructions Paul was giving her. 

"Now start to suck ... that's it. Suck on it just like it was a piece of 
candy. Suck harder! Now slide your mouth up and down on it fast ... that's 
it, that's the way. Suck that cock, baby!" 

Karen was aware of something exciting going on inside her. She felt like she 
was winding up like a big spring, and that sooner or later something was 
going to have to happen, otherwise she was going to snap! And then something 
did happen. Paul jetted his load. 

As soon as Karen felt the hot saltiness, she jerked her head back away from 
that spewing staff involuntarily. She already had a good mouthful of her 
brother's seed, and with her eyes wide and her tongue frantically tasting 
the load inside her mouth she watched as Paul's cock continued to shoot 
stream after stream of milky fluid out onto her stomach. 

"Get back on it," her brother growled, "and finish sucking me up. Come on!" 

Karen did as she was told, too hypnotized by the sight before her and the 
tantalizing taste in her mouth to consider doing anything else. She placed 
her mouth back on her brother's spurting cock just in time to catch the last 
few jets of his cream, which she found herself eagerly gulping down. 

Then, when she had finished sucking him off she looked down and saw his 
sperm on her stomach. Paul laughed and got his handkerchief, cleaning the 
slimy strings away. He worked lower and lower, going down below her little 
bellybutton until finally he came to her little patch of hair that had begun 
to sprout just above her little slit. 

Karen felt her heart begin to beat faster as her brother lowered his head 
down to her crotch and began to lick her there. She flinched from sudden, 
unexpected pleasure as she felt the first stabbings of Paul's tongue travel 
up and down the length of her slit, stopping to toy with her little nub. 

Paul licked and sucked on her little snatch until Karen thrashed about like 
a crazed thing. She had never felt such things going on in her body and she 
wanted them to go on and on, without ever stopping. 

Later on, after Paul had fucked her and copped her cherry for all time, 
Karen was able to experience more and more, finally feeling the ultimate 
thrill of coming from Paul's lips and tongue working on her little box. And 
in spite of the fact that the two of them fucked around a lot, they always 
returned to the start of their sex experiences together, working on their 
sucking until they had perfected it. 

Sometimes the two of them lay together in a good healthy bout of sixty-nine, 
sucking on each other until all energy was drained from their bodies, along 
with Paul's cock juice and Karen's cunt juice. They literally sucked 
themselves dry! 

So, no matter how much fucking Karen and her friends did under the boardwalk 
at night, she still looked forward to the day. The day enabled her to get 
the kind of sex she wanted, for a change. The guys were always after her 
pussy, working desperately to get their hard cocks up into her fleshy folds, 
jerking back and forth in her canal until the dam burst inside them and they 
flooded her cunt with their boiling hot lava. 

They had a thing for fucking, Karen decided, in the same way that she had a 
thing for sucking. Sometimes she thought it was such a shame to waste a good 
load of come on her cunt, when it would do so much better in her mouth. 
After all, she couldn't taste it in her cunt. Not only couldn't she taste 
the salty cream, which sometimes reminded her of a hot pork roast, but she 
couldn't taste the hard hotness of the guy's meat. And Karen knew that a 
cock tasted good! 

And when it came to coming, she just didn't go over the rise as much with a 
cock up the cunt as she did when she was sucking it deep into her throat and 
rolling her tongue around and around its length. That was when she finally 
had the best come of all. 

And during the day that's what she would get. By six A.M. the beach was 
considered opened. The police wouldn't allow anyone on it at night, but by 
dawn all systems were go. A lot of the kids sat around on the boardwalk just 
waiting for the time when they could grab up their blankets and head out on 
the wide expanse of sand to stake out their claim for the day. 

Karen and her friends always headed for a spot about ten years from the 
water, and they would roll out their blankets and get organized for the day. 
This was where they would stay until nightfall, when they had to vacate the 
beach once more. 

Naturally they couldn't fuck on the beach. Somebody would see all that 
humping going on and the show would be over. But sucking, well, that was a 
horse of a different color! You could suck a dick, suck all day and nobody 
could really tell what you were doing, if you played your cards right. And 
Karen played her cards very well. 

Karen had it down to a system, where she and the boy would both get under a 
blanket and wrap themselves up in it as snug as two pigs in a blanket. She 
would allow just enough room for the slight bobbing action of her head, and 
that would be all. 

Anyone who looked on the scene would only see two bodies, apparently asleep, 
wrapped up in the same blanket to shield them from the sun's burning rays. 
Karen would suck the boy not once but two or three times, until finally he 
couldn't get a hard any more, and then they would unwrap themselves while 
another boy eagerly took his place in the blanket, ready for the fate of 
having Karen's incredible lips and tongue go to work on his throbbing, 
turgid prick. 

In this way Karen would manage to suck off about eight or ten guys each day, 
bringing herself to an equal number of comes before nightfall and the 
fucking sessions. All in all, Karen felt very satisfied with the arrangement 
and looked forward each day to sucking one hard prick after another, drawing 
every last drop of come out of those cocks. 

And then one day, in between sucks, Karen looked up and saw an incredible 
sight. It was a boy about eighteen or nineteen, standing a few yards away 
from her. He had come out from behind a large beach umbrella that was laying 
on its side so that the person or persons on the other side would be 
entirely shielded from view. 

Karen's cunt started to leak as soon as she saw the boy. He was a 
magnificent piece, with a bronze tan and bulging muscles. But more 
importantly he had a very bulging crotch. He was wearing a navy blue 
tank-type swim suit, which accentuated all that he had in his basket. And 
Karen was sure he knew full well what kind of impression he was making. He 
saw her staring at him and his full basket and he grinned. Then he lazily 
walked to her and plopped down on the sand. 

"Hi," he said, as casually as could be. "I've heard quite a lot about you, 
and I wondered if you'd like to join me. It could be a lot better there 
behind the umbrella. At least you don't have to stay wrapped up in one of 
these hot blankets." 

Karen got the picture at once. This boy, whose name was Jim, was offering 
her the privacy of his umbrella, telling her in no uncertain terms that they 
could strip down behind it and nobody would ever be the wiser. 

Karen watched him carefully and suddenly realized something very 
interesting. She hadn't seen her brother Paul for several years now, since 
he was in the army, but she was certain that he would look just like this 
young god in front of her now. The resemblance was amazing. 

Karen couldn't help remembering all those days and nights while she and Paul 
had sucked each other off, and just the thought of that got that old 
familiar stirring going inside her and she almost thought that she could 
come right then and there, even without a creamy cock in her mouth! 

She lost no time in joining Jim behind his beach umbrella, and he lost no 
time in getting her out of her skimpy swim suit and himself out of his. Jim 
eyed her full tits and her thicket of cunt hair with the glistening slit 
inside it eagerly, licking his lips in anticipation. 

And Karen felt herself overcome with desire, looking at the magnificent cock 
and balls dangling before her and longing to take them in her mouth and suck 
them and bite them right off and swallow them down whole! Karen really liked 
her cocks and balls! 

Jim's cock was long and thick, starting with a nice, bulb-like head and then 
working back along the shaft and getting wider with each inch until finally 
it ended up in the broad root tucked deep into his kinky black cock hair. It 
looked to Karen like it was going to be a real mouthful, and that was going 
to be a real pleasure! 

He knelt down beside her and took her in his strong, tanned arms. She felt 
herself melting in his grip, and without even thinking she reached down and 
took his sausage in her hand, feeling its warmth and its growing hardness. 
Underneath she felt his massive balls, and shuddered deliciously when she 
thought of all the creamy sperm that those balls held. 

His strong hands reached for her pussy and his fingers got tangled in her 
cunt hair. The juices were already flowing inside her box and his fingers 
were soon moist with her stickiness. He smiled at this, and licked his lips 
much like a man who is about to sit down to lunch. 

Jim's resemblance to her brother was too much for Karen and she forgot for 
the moment her own crazed desire to suck his cock deep down her throat. She 
wanted something else from him now, something that her brother had done for 
her so often, and something which Jim looked eager to do. 

"Do it to me, Jim. Lap my twat." 

Cuntsucking was something that Jim was an apparent master at, and it seemed 
fitting that these two oral champions would be brought together. Karen sat 
back on the sand, shielded by the umbrella, and spread her legs so that Jim 
could get up into her crotch. 

He burrowed in there like an animal trying to find a hiding place, and in a 
second Karen felt the piercing heat of his tongue sink into her slit. 
Suddenly the boy's mouth attached itself to her cunt like a vacuum, and she 
felt the fleshy folds of her cunt lips being pulled into his mouth by the 
sheer force of his sucking. 

Karen's fingers dug down into the sand as she tried her damnedest to keep 
some control on her sanity. Instantly she knew that Jim's mouth on her pussy 
was going to send her into orbit, and she grasped frantically on sand, on 
the umbrella post, on anything at all that would keep her from soaring up, 
up and away. 

The boy's tongue flicked up and down the length of her glistening slit like 
a snake. He licked up every drop of her cunt moisture, but then the hose 
really got turned on inside Karen and the more Jim licked up the more she 
leaked out. Cunt juice was better than liquor to the boy, and he lapped 
frantically in order to keep from missing out on a single drop. 

Up and down his tongue traveled in the glistening pink slit, and every time 
it got near the top of her cunt it brushed across her swelling clit, sending 
excruciating ecstasy through every muscle fiber of Karen's body. He did this 
several times, well aware of the effect it was having on the girl, and then 
he pressed his lips tightly around the clit and pulled back a little. 

Karen felt as if Jim was trying to pull her throbbing clit right out by the 
roots, and she loved it. He pulled and tugged, gently but determinedly, and 
then he licked the length of her slit a few more times, stopping to dip his 
tongue all the way into her pussy hole from time to time. 

Karen knew that the only way she could hold onto her mind in the face of 
this wildness was to do the one thing that she knew best, and that was to 
suck cock. Jim's beautiful sausage was dangling within her grasp, and she 
was never one to let a good cock go to waste, if only for a few moments. 

She maneuvered herself around until she could get down to Jim's crotch. He 
soon realized what she wanted to do and purred with delight at the prospect 
of this celebrated cocksucker going down on him. He removed his sucking 
mouth from Karen's cunt long enough to say a few words. 

"Suck it. Go ahead, baby. Take that big thing in your hot mouth and suck me, 
suck me, suck meeee!" 

Karen needed no such encouragement, and took that pound of meat in her 
mouth, swallowing it right down to the hilt. She felt Jim moan an 
appreciative sigh, but instantly he resumed his sucking and licking and 
nibbling on her cunt and slit and clit. 

Karen's tongue began whipping around that flesh spear that was so hotly 
buried in her mouth, and her tongue began to savor and appreciate the meaty 
flavor that was Jim's and Jim's alone. Karen had found out a long time ago 
that every cock has its own distinctive flavor, and she had also found that 
when it came to cock flavors she liked them all. 

Very quickly she began to slide her liquid mouth back and forth along the 
length of Jim's hard shaft, and she did this without ever stopping her 
frantic tongue actions. Her tongue matched Jim's tongue in the intensity 
that he was licking up and down her pussy, now spending more and more time 
dipping in and out of her hole. 

These two handsome young examples of good healthy American teen flesh sucked 
and licked in unison, as if they had practiced their sixty-nine for years. 
Up and down Karen's mouth traveled on Jim's hot cock, and in and out his 
tongue went in her steaming pussy. 

It was something magnificent to behold, there on the beach, sprawled on the 
sand behind the security of the beach umbrella, Karen and Jim sucked and 
licked as the ocean pounded only a few yards from them. Their bodies were 
building up to incredible pressures, and with each crash of a wave Karen 
felt as if she could taste the tidal wave of come that she knew would be 
coming sooner or later. 

Her own body was beginning to feel as if waves were pounding across it, and 
she recognized this tantalizing feeling as the beginning of her own grand 
and glorious come. It wouldn't be long now, she knew, as the heaviness grew 
inside her own body. 

Suddenly Jim began to move his hips back and forth, helping his cock to 
slide in and out of her mouth faster and faster. His tongue was now shooting 
in and out of her hole like a piston that had gone out of control, and after 
another moment of this Karen felt a great pressure click inside her and her 
cunt contracted violently, letting a burst of juice flow out. 

She threw her legs around Jim's head and squeezed unmercifully. This was one 
of the greatest comes she had had in a long time. It could only have 
happened, she knew, from the combination of Jim's talented mouth and tongue 
working on her box as well as the incredibly heavenly feeling that came from 
taking his cock in her mouth and sucking it frantically, hoping that his 
juice would fill her mouth any second. 

And then it happened. Jim's tidal wave broke and the boy cried out from the 
sheer pleasure of the release. Karen's mouth suddenly felt like it did when 
she opened her mouth directly under the shower nozzle. It was something 
wonderful, and she gladly gulped down all of the boy's seed and then 
squeezed and kneaded his limp cock in an effort to get more. 

Of course Jim knew a good thing when he had one, and he spent as much time 
with Karen as possible for the rest of the summer. Karen sucked Jim off 
regularly behind his umbrella, but she couldn't bring herself to vacate her 
throne under the blanket. 

Too many past satisfied customers were coming back and asking her, begging 
her, for a return engagement. Karen was a mouth girl who sucked all too 
well, and she knew now, as young as she was, that she would always be in 
demand. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Oral Experiences of a Twelve-Year-Old Subject: 

Are you sure you want to hear all about my sucking? 

Interviewer: Yes, I do. It's necessary that I take down an accurate account 
of your past history and that includes all your sexual experiences. Do you 
feel reluctant to speak of them? 

Subject: Oh, no, I don't give a damn! I'll tell you about my cocksucking. 
Anything in particular you want to know? 

Interviewer: Yes, perhaps you could give us a little background to your case 
and tell us how you grew to have such a strong preference for oral sex. 

Subject: I wanted to suck cocks for as long as I can remember. The first 
cock I ever sucked was, well ... I'm not sure that I even remember that. I 
mean, there've been so many. If I took the time to figure up how many cocks 
heads I've licked, and how many balls I've milked and how many gallons of 
cock juice I've drunk down, why I'd be working all night with a slide rule. 

Interviewer: Can you remember your first oral experience? 

Subject: Well, I remember this one time ... oh, yes! This was the time that 
I sucked a big cock for the first time. Up until then.... 

Interviewer: Excuse me. How old were you at this time? 

Subject: About twelve. 

Interviewer: I see. Go on, please. 

Subject: Sure. Well, up until that time I had sucked on the kids my own age, 
you know. I mean, there really wasn't too much I could get out of them, 
'cause most of them were a little too young to come. But a lot of the boys 
who lived in my neighborhood still liked me to go to work on them and it did 
something to them, that's for sure. They used to wiggle all around while I 
was sucking their little cocks, so it was doing them some good. 

Interviewer: And you were getting pleasure from it too. 

Subject: You're damned right. There was something that came over me when I 
had a cock in my mouth. As a matter-of-fact it started even sooner than 
that. As soon as I saw a naked crotch with a nice-looking cock that I could 
suck, that in itself would start to do something to me. 

Interviewer: Did you actually have an orgasm from sucking? 

Subject: Not at that time. It came very soon, however, right after the first 
big experience with Jody. 

Interviewer: Jody? 

Subject: Yeah. He was the older boy, the first big cock that I sucked. 

Interviewer: And how did that come about? 

Subject: Well, this kid Paulie and I were down in his basement one day. 
Paulie liked to feel me up and play with my cunt, you know. He would try to 
stick his finger in until it hurt me, and he liked to squeeze my tits, which 
were already beginning to sprout pretty big. 

Then, in return for all this jazz, he'd take his pants down and I'd work 
right up there in his crotch and start to suck on his little cock. Naturally 
at that age there wasn't too much meat to suck on, but it was enough for me 
at the time. As a matter-of-fact, now when I see a can of those cocktail 
frankfurters in the supermarket, I always think of sucking cocks like 
Paulie's. Of course his prick was a little longer than those cocktail 
franks, but it was about the same thickness. 

Of course I knew that cocks came bigger and thicker and longer, but I 
figured that maybe some day, when I had a bigger mouth, I would find out 
what they felt like. Little did I know that my time for sucking a giant cock 
was at hand. 

Interviewer: How exactly did Jody come into the picture? 

Subject: Jody was Paulie's brother. And this one day ... I'll never forget 
it. It was raining and Paulie and I were playing around in the basement. We 
were way in the back where there was an old rug on the floor, and with the 
noise of the rain and stuff beating against the windows I wasn't aware of 
anything other than sucking on Paulie's little meat. 

Paulie was sitting back against the wall and had his legs drawn up. I was 
right in there sucking as hard and loud as I could, and both of us were good 
and hot. I was letting my tongue run up and down that little prick, and 
sometimes I'd press my lips real hard against his knob just as if I was 
going to bite it off. And sometimes I even wanted to do just that. 

Interviewer: What? Bite off his cock? 

Subject: Yes, to tell the truth. I mean, sometimes as I'd be sucking on cock 
I'd just have this great desire to bite it right off and eat it, just like 
one of those cocktail franks. 

Interviewer: But you never did. 

Subject: Of course not, silly. Anyway, there we were that day with me 
chowing down on Paulie's little cock, and just then I heard a noise behind 
me. I saw Paulie's eyes open wide and I drew back from his cock to turn 
around and see what was going on. 

Well, I could have shit a brick! Standing there behind me, grinning from ear 
to ear and taking the whole sucking scene in was Paulie's older brother 
Jody! 

To tell the truth I had always been a little attracted to Jody. Of course 
there was that big difference in our ages, and I knew that Jody didn't pay 
any attention to me. After all, he had plenty girls of his own. 

Interviewer: How old was he? 

Subject: At the time he was about eighteen. And he had something of a 
reputation around the neighborhood as being something of a sexpot, you know. 
There were even rumors that he had knocked some girl up and her family had 
moved away, rather than bear the shame of the whole thing. 

Interviewer: You say you had been attracted to him. Was he sexy? 

Subject: Shit, yes! He had this thick blond hair that I wished I could have 
run my fingers through. And he had a nice slim body that was hard in all the 
right places, you know. Especially down at his crotch. He looked like he had 
a handful down there, all right. As a matter-of-fact I sometimes wondered 
when I saw what size my cunt was how in the world he ever got that prick 
inside a girl in the first place. 

Anyway, there he was, standing there and grinning up a storm. And then I 
figured we were going to be in some kind of trouble, you know. I figured 
that maybe he'd go and tell his father or something, and then my parents 
would find out and there would be one hell of a stink. 

Interviewer: But that wasn't what he did? 

Subject: No. It certainly was not. Like I said, he just stood there 
grinning, and then he reached down and started to rub his hand up and down 
the front of his pants. Then I could see that he had quite a hard-on. His 
pants were sticking out in front about a mile. It was that big cock of his. 

Then he started to walk over to me. He started saying all kinds of nasty 
things to me, calling me a little cocksucker, and a little prick teaser, and 
then he said that if I liked to suck cock so much he would give me a real 
one. 

Well, I was scared shitless, I can tell you. He unzipped his pants and his 
big dick plopped out right in my face! It was the biggest, longest, thickest 
damn cock I had ever seen! It had this big head on it right at the end and I 
could see that little slit right at the tip. 

There was a little drop of something right at the tip, something that looked 
sort of white and milky. I had an idea that that was what everybody called 
come. Then I looked around the head and along the length of that incredible 
shaft, and I saw how it got wider and thicker as it got down closer to the 
base, which just sort of disappeared in his wiry hair. 

Then Jody unhooked his belt buckle and let his pants drop down around his 
ankles. He yanked his shorts down, too, and exposed his whole crotch area to 
me. Then I could see that in addition to that massive cock he had these two 
big balls. They weren't like Paulie's at all. I mean, they were really big 
and looked like two little lemons in a bag. 

Interviewer: You said that you were scared, and yet it sounds as if you were 
strangely attracted to all of Jody's sex parts. 

Subject: Well I was ... both scared and attracted at the same time. I mean, 
I'd never been around a prick that size before, and I was a little afraid 
that maybe it would hurt me, because of its size. And yet, there was 
something else, something that was going on inside me while I was kneeling 
there in front of all that meat. 

Interviewer: You mean you felt yourself strangely attracted, drawn as it 
were, to Jody's genitals. Was there anything you felt you wanted to do? 

Subject: Yes. I wanted to take that prick in my mouth just like I had put 
Paulie's prick in my mouth. And I wanted to feel those balls, and maybe rub 
them around each other, you know. And that's what Jody wanted me to do. He 
just stood there with his legs apart and he kept telling me to suck him. He 
kept telling me to take all of that cock in my mouth and suck on it like I 
had never sucked on a cock before. 

Interviewer: And so you did? 

Subject: Well, shit yes. After all, I wanted to do it. I got a big kick out 
of sucking the little cocks, like Paulie's, and I figured that maybe, just 
maybe, a big cock like this would be that much more fun. So, the first thing 
I did was move my head in close to his cock and I licked away that little 
drop of creamy looking stuff at the tip. 

Then I knew right away that it was come, because it had that salty kind of 
taste that I always sensed come had. And it was more than being just salty. 
It had a special flavor all its own, and in a way it tasted a little like 
tapioca pudding. It was a very nice taste, and I soon found myself wishing 
that there was more. 

Interviewer: Of course you knew that he would spurt a lot into your mouth 
after you finished, right? 

Subject: Well certainly I did. I knew all about coming and how boys shot it 
out. But like I told you, I had never had anything like that before. The 
little kids couldn't shoot, and so I hadn't experienced what it would be 
like. But I certainly did that day! 

Anyway, Jody kept telling me to take it in my mouth and suck on it, so I 
did. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he jammed his hips forward, 
pushing the thick head of his prick right into my mouth. Well, let me tell 
you, I knew right away that I had a mouthful! It felt at first as if I had a 
giant marshmallow in my mouth. 

It was something gigantic, and yet it was soft, if you know what I mean. I 
couldn't resist the temptation to let my teeth sink into it a little, and 
when I did that Jody yelped and gave me a swat with the side of his hand. He 
yelled at me not to bite him, to go easy. 

Interviewer: You mean he hit you? 

Subject: Yes, but it wasn't a very hard hit. He just got the idea across, 
that's all, that he didn't want any biting. I suppose I could have been mad 
about the slap, or something, but I was too interested in the cock that I 
had in my mouth to get too caught up with anything like that. 

So, I kept my teeth out of the way and just started to use my tongue a 
little. Jody really liked that. I let my tongue flick back and forth across 
the head and even tried to work it into the little opening right at the tip. 
When I did that Jody started to squirm a little, and I glanced up to his 
face and I could see him really grinning now. This was exactly what he 
wanted, and I knew now that it was what I wanted, too. 

I took more and more of that hard cock into my mouth, but soon I realized 
that there had to be some trick to it, because the more I sucked in, the 
more I felt like gagging, and I knew that wouldn't be right. Then Jody 
apparently realized my problem, and told me to take it real slow and keep 
swallowing the whole time. 

Well, I did that and sure enough, I found that I could take more and more of 
that cock down my throat. Jody had quite a large one, like I said, and I 
guess it was somewhere in the neighborhood of eight or nine inches, give or 
take an inch. 

I had about five or six inches of it down my throat already, and then he 
growled at me and told me to put some suction behind it. Well, that wasn't 
easy to do, since my mouth was just about filled up with his hot meat. But I 
tried, and after a few efforts I managed to get some suction going. 

That really made him twitch around, and I began to realize right then and 
there just how much it meant to a boy to get a real good blow job. I 
promised myself that I would learn all the tricks, and that way I would 
satisfy myself in the best possible way, and that was by sucking cocks. 

There was something special about this, something that I knew could never be 
equaled by any other kind of sex, and so I put everything I had behind it 
and sucked on that cock like no girl had ever sucked cock before. Jody was 
really getting a bang out of it, and even little Paulie was sitting there 
with his eyes bugging out of his head. 

Then I started to work faster, letting my mouth slip and slide up and down 
on that cock more frantically than I had been doing before. Jody was 
starting to jam his hips against my face in time with my slipping and 
sliding, and I could feel that big cock start to grow even bigger in my 
mouth. Somehow I knew that he would be spurting his load inside me pretty 
soon. 

Faster and faster I worked on his prick and harder and harder he jammed his 
hips into my face, until finally I felt that heavy corded underside of his 
prick start to thicken and Jody threw his head back and moaned. Suddenly, I 
felt his hot load explode in my mouth, and even though I was expecting it, 
it still gave me something of a start. 

I mean, when you've never had a guy's hot load flood your mouth before, the 
first time is something to remember, you know. Well, after the initial shock 
passed and I started lapping up that hot salty cream, I realized just how 
delicious it was. It was like slurping up a whole bowl of warm tapioca 
pudding mix. 

I started to suck some more and lick some more, but just then Jody gave one 
big shove and the whole length of his cock jammed down my throat. My face 
was pushed right up into his cock hair and I breathed in his heavy musky 
scent. And then I couldn't help it. I started to gag, with my throat muscles 
working up and down violently, and I waited for Jody to pull his cock out, 
but he didn't. 

And then I realized what was happening. My throat muscles were working up 
and down on his cock, and that was helping him shoot out an even bigger 
load. That was fine, of course, but the trouble with that was that since his 
cock was jammed down my throat, the cream went right down without giving me 
a chance to taste it. 

But after a while I learned all the different things that the different boys 
wanted in their cock-sucking. I sucked Jody off almost every day after that, 
and he introduced me to some of the guys he knew who wanted their cocks 
sucked, too. 

I guess that's how I got the reputation I did of being such a great mouth 
girl. I've even had guys visit me from out of state after they had heard 
about me from a friend. And I really gave them the royal treatment. 

Interviewer: Royal treatment? What's that? 

Subject: Well, I started sucking them then stopped. Then I sucked them a 
little more and then stopped I would keep that up for about an hour, and 
then they'd just about climb up the walls from the sheer ecstasy of it. 
Finally, when they did shoot, they shot a bucket, let me tell you. 

 CASE HISTORY 

The High School Sport of Swapping 

"Damn you, Bryce, I think your cock juice has made me pregnant this time." 
Nina sobbed as she verbally attacked her boyfriend. "I told you to wear a 
rubber that time, but you wouldn't listen. Now look at the trouble you have 
gotten me into. You'll just have to marry me." With those words Nina broke 
into heavy sobs, throwing herself down on the car seat in seemingly 
wretching despair. 

Bryce and Nina got married. They were still both in high school. In the 
small town where they lived, early marriages were not unusual and there was 
nothing thought out-of-the-ordinary in their actions. Five days after they 
were married by a justice of the peace, Nina bled all over the place. They 
discovered she was not pregnant. 

Sex had been good while they were doing it on the sly. Bryce's average cock 
and Nina's hot box worked well together. Bryce had learned to adjust his 
speed to suit Nina, and she'd moan and say he was damned good. Maybe Nina 
was just an average piece of ass, but to Bryce she was the world's greatest 
cunt. They had a hell of a good time fucking together. 

The night when they thought Nina had become pregnant, old Bryce pumped his 
prick to her, his heart pounding fast as he fucked away. When his ass began 
tightening up, she begged him to kiss her. 

She took her hands away from his pumping ass and pulled his handsome face to 
hers. She let him have it with her pelvic muscles, giving him the works. He 
was getting weak, but he was still in there, fighting. Once, while he gasped 
for air, she shoved her tongue into his open mouth. 

He moaned and fucked her until his eyes started popping out of his head. 

"Oh, Christ!" 

He'd started to come. He kept coming until there was nothing left to come. 

With Bryce's screwing, Nina felt she had become a woman. She'd given Bryce 
the best she had, which proved to be plenty. She'd fucked him until he was 
ready to drop, and she'd wanted to do it again. She felt as if she could 
fuck forever. 

When they finally got off the couch and dressed, Bryce gave her a quick, 
chaste kiss. "That was heaven," he'd sighed. "That's what a guy lives for!" 

"It's the same with a girl," Nina said. 

But after the pregnancy scare, things changed. 

Though Nina was taking the pill, she had lost her confidence. Even though 
they were now married, they knew they couldn't afford to have any children 
right away. At night, Bryce's hands would roam over Nina's body. He's 
squeeze her breasts and roll them about, all the time pleading for her to 
feel his cock. 

She'd rub her hands across his hard thighs, grab his hard cock and suck in 
her breath. 

"Oh, Jesus!" she'd sigh. 

But when he'd roll onto her, she'd buck and try to fight him off. He'd find 
her nest with gentle fingers, and she'd gasp. He would moan, and finally, he 
would have it in her. She'd hold him tightly, scissoring him with her legs, 
her knees held high. They would writhe upon the bed. 

During the process of copulation, everything would be good. Nina had a 
little slit, and Bryce's cock just fit. He'd go into her far and deep. 

"You feel great," she'd whisper in his ear. 

"You're good, too. Oooo-" 

She'd writhe her loins and beg, "Suck me! Suck my tits!" She would push her 
breast toward his mouth, and he would lunge at it eagerly. She'd serpentine 
sinuously as he mouthed her nipple. She'd open her legs wider, as if wanting 
all of him-even more than he could give. He'd ram and buck, battering her 
wantonly. She'd squeal and gasp. 

"It's so good. Don't stop-" He'd hold her hips with both hands and feed it 
to her steadily. "How's that?" he'd ask. 

"Divine! Honey, you don't know what you do to me!" 

"I can guess!" He'd pump harder. 

Then, just before the climax, she would beg him to take it out. Most often, 
he would ignore her pleadings. 

Once, however, he laughed and pulled it out. He wiped it on a handkerchief, 
then said, "I'll keep it out if you'll suck it!" 

He wiggled his cock toward her mouth, trying to make her mouth it. 

But she wouldn't. 

"No," she said. "It would make me vomit." 

He forced her legs apart and rammed it into her deep again. His rushing 
orgasm convulsed him-it came so fast. He sort of screamed out at the 
intensity of it and jerked wildly in the excruciating anguish of his 
ejaculation. 

When it was over, they both collapsed. Nina started crying. "What if you got 
me pregnant, Bryce," she sobbed. 

Bryce rolled on his back, his prong still sticking up, and shrugged. "So, 
what if I did?" he asked. 

"I-I don't want to have a baby, Bryce. Besides, we can't afford to have a 
baby." 

A quarrel would usually ensue, and it wasn't long until their sex lives 
became pretty dreary. Even after Nina was convinced that the pill would keep 
her from becoming pregnant, their sex lives continued to be a drag. Too much 
fear and too much quarreling had ruined what had once been pretty great. 

Both Nina and Bryce, of course, knew about the high school swap parties. It 
was Bryce who convinced Nina they ought to join one of the groups and try to 
revive what they'd lost. 

After much coaxing, Nina agreed to try it with just one other couple to 
start with. She let Bryce choose Ellen Greer and Tom Spade. 

"We'll do it in separate rooms," Nina insisted. She knew she'd get jealous 
if she watched Bryce fuck another woman. 

That first time the foursome got together at Nina and Bryce's apartment, 
Nina got cold feet. Maybe it was because Tom Spade approached her too 
roughly and too quickly. Anyway, she felt it was just raw sex he was after, 
and she refused to let him get in her panties. But Bryce and Tom fucked 
Ellen that night, and Nina was left panting. 

The boys set Ellen to work on Nina. "Nina," she said one day, "I've got a 
book you ought to read. "What's it about?" Nina inquired. "Swap parties." 

Now, Nina loved Bryce, and she wanted to keep their marriage. And though sex 
with him wasn't very thrilling of late, there were many outstanding things 
about him. She had enough sense to know that the sex thing was as much her 
fault as his. 

"Let me see the book," she said. 

Ellen went home and got it. 

The two girls spent the whole afternoon reading and discussing the book. In 
the end, Nina decided to try the swapping again. She told Bryce about her 
decision that night. 

"The only thing," she said, "I still insist on separate rooms." 

"All right," Bryce said. "We'll fuck separately." 

The next evening the four of them met again at Bryce and Ellen's apartment. 
Immediately, Ellen led Bryce off to one of the bedrooms. 

Tom worked more carefully with Nina this time. He even went into the 
bathroom to undress. When he came back, naked, his ample cock was getting 
hard. He ambled up to Nina and shook it at her. "Maybe this will give you 
the thrill you need," he said. 

Nina had managed to undress down to her panties and bra. She let her bra 
drop from her shoulders and studied the reflection of her nice breasts in 
the mirror. She had dark, spike like nipples. 

"I can hardly wait to get my hands on your tits," Tom said. "Tell me when-" 

"Now, Tom," Nina said. 

He grabbed both bulbous boobies in his hot hands and played with them. 

"Ooooh," Nina said, "that feels good!" 

Tom pulled her panties off and said, "Hell, you excite me, baby! And I know 
what you need!" He grinned and pushed her onto the bed. "You need daddy to 
eat your cunt!" 

"Ooooh, Tom!" 

She let him lick up and down her slit. Then his head came up, and his lips 
clamped to hers. She felt his cock flatten against her belly as his tongue 
stroked in and out of her mouth. She writhed upward, rubbing her erect 
nipples against his hairy chest. Little darts of delight traveled through 
them and on to other parts of her body. Her cunt was getting warmer. It was 
moistening. 

Tom ran his hands over her buttocks. He stroked a thick finger up and down 
her crack, teasing her asshole. Nothing turned Nina on like having her ass 
petted. 

"Oh, Tom, fuck me!" she cried. 

He bent over her. "Grab my cock," he ordered. "Now, guide it in!" 

She gripped his cock and arched herself, trying to drive her tit into his 
mouth as he plunged into her. His cock was bigger than Bryce's, and it 
completely filled her. 

She gasped and lifted her thighs, and his cock slipped deeper into her slit. 
She quivered with excitement and wiggled to give him greater pleasure and to 
receive it for herself. He kneaded her breasts as he stroked his cock in and 
out of her cunt. 

His cock was big and full, going in and out of her pussy, finding her clit. 
His fingers pinched her tingling nipples, and pulsations of pure pleasure 
traveled through her body, colliding somewhere deep inside and exploding 
into warm waves which radiated outward. Her mouth lolled open, and his 
tongue stabbed into it. 

She felt his cock throbbing inside her. She primed herself to enjoy all of 
his meat she could get. Tom was giving her pure, wonderful hell! 

She rocked and writhed, causing his cock to slip out. He quickly got it back 
in and centered its head on her clit. That set off her climax, and luscious, 
warm tremors went all through her. 

"Oh, Christ-oooh, Jesus!" she cried out. 

He kept pumping into her wet, throbbing cunt until he was satisfied. After 
he'd shot his semen, he fell slack upon her. His juices drained out of her 
and ran down her legs. 

She opened her eyes and gazed dreamily up at him, still feeling his hard 
prick in her snatch. She drew back, and it slipped out with a plash. 

"Baby, you've got the hottest cunt in the world," he praised. 

She giggled and told him, "And you've got a wonderful cock on you!" 

They dressed slowly, then went back to the living room. Bryce and Ellen 
emerged from the other bedroom. 

"How did it go?" Bryce asked. 

"Oh, it was filthy!" Nina laughed. "Tom gave me a vigorous, hard-prick 
screw!" 

Bryce gave Ellen a quick hug. "We'll all have to try this again soon," he 
said. 

* * * 

Much of the marital strain was lessened for Bryce and Nina after that. Tom 
passed it around what a good lay Nina was, and it wasn't long until Bryce 
and she were branching out with other swappers, sometime as many as five and 
six couples at one time. 

Several other high school girls, sort of trapped and lost, with a useless 
feeling and a dull, dreary existence, approached Nina and asked about swap 
parties. High school kids are joiners, and it wasn't long until a real 
swinging group was organized. 

There was more than one reason why the swap party was so popular among the 
high school kids. The chief one, however, was that it cost no money, and 
most of the kids were short on spending money. 

And nothing thrilled the kids more than a good swap party, where one could 
taste of a half-dozen forbidden fruits. A hard prick or a good, hot cunt 
were the only prerequisites for joining up. And it gave kids the feeling 
they were living like adults. 

It was a sport better than football or any elaborate TV program. It was 
better than any game in which you were required to score a number of points. 
And it cut down on girls squabbling with their parents over clothes. Few 
clothes were needed for a successful swap party. 

One high school boy said of his girl, "Yesterday was Betty's birthday. We 
had a nice dinner with a couple of friends." 

"And what did you give her?" someone asked. 

"I let Pete give her a sample of his nine-inch cock. She's been complaining 
about my seven-inch one which she's felt for two years." 

Teachers, suspicious of these swap parties, have begun to show serious 
concern. They have begun to speak out against preoccupation with material 
things which, they say, is causing neglect of deeper values. 

"What's material about fucking?" one high school boy asked. "And I just bet 
our principal and most of his teachers haven't had one really good piece of 
ass in their whole lives!" 

The high school guidance counselor said privately that the kids weren't 
running away from anything, as adults sometimes do. "They're coming into a 
new way of life that is maturing them, pointing a way to greater personal 
freedom and happiness." 

The kids all hope that he is right. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Trading Sex to Save a Marriage 

Frieda, and Kenneth had indulged in regular sexual relations before their 
marriage. Intercourse for them had been satisfactory and fulfilling. They 
expected such satisfaction and fulfillment to continue when they married. It 
did not. 

Marriage had not brought them closer sexually. It had, in fact, cast an aura 
of dissatisfaction over their relations. The romance was no longer there. 
Neither Frieda nor Kenneth were able to maintain their role of eager lover. 
Sex became a standard procedure, practiced on certain days of the week, in a 
certain manner, with uncertain results. 

They began to quarrel. And that, of course, led to other sexual 
difficulties. Frieda sometimes felt that she had lost her sexual attraction. 
Before marriage, Kenneth had devoted huge amounts of time to wooing Frieda, 
and she loved it. After marriage, the goals of earning money, getting 
promotions and winning new titles became more important to Kenneth than his 
romantic relationships with Frieda. 

This did not mean that marriage had grown less important to him. It simply 
meant that his entire practical life situation had changed. The drive to 
find a permanent sexual partner is one of the greatest drives in man, but 
Kenneth had accomplished this. He no longer felt the need to woo Frieda. 

But Frieda continued to wish to be wooed. After a time, she sought out other 
sexual partners. 

She had her first extramarital sex with a neighbor, Ted Bixby. Ted was a 
handsome bachelor, and quite a man about town. He had a nice apartment, and 
it was usually adorned with a lady or two. 

One day, he was coming home with a box under his arm. Frieda was out in the 
yard, so she stopped him and asked, "What's in the box, Ted?" 

He chuckled. "Curious, huh? Well, it's something you might like!" He opened 
the box and showed her a vibrator. It had plastic handles and attachments. 
"You ought to feel this on your nipples and clit," he said. "God, it would 
make you squirm!" 

"Umhummmmm!" 

"Come with me to my apartment, and I'll demonstrate!" 

Frieda went with him. In his apartment, he switched the thing on. "See? 
Batteries inside. Now, lie back." 

Frieda obeyed. He brought the humming vibrator close to her left breast. He 
touched the attachment to her flesh. 

She jumped. It felt funny through her dress, making her nipples surge with 
instant growth. She couldn't stay still. Echoes were awakening in her 
clitoris. She arched her back and pushed her hard nipple deeper into the 
humming rubber cup. 

"Like it?" Ted asked. 

"Oh, yes, yes!" 

"Let's get you out of your clothes." 

They both undressed. Then Ted moved the vibrator all over Frieda's naked 
body. She breathed fast as he drew it down the shallow valley between her 
breasts, and then onto the soft mound of her right nipple. He circled it. 

She reached for his hard cock and played with it. 

After a minute, he asked, "Want it lower, honey?" 

"If I can stand it," she said. 

The cup left her nipple and hummed in a slow, tantalizing path down her 
belly, past her belly-button, onto the dark, curly hair of her mound. 

He said, "Open wide, honey!" 

She spread her legs and raised up to watch the vibrator go down her loins, 
moving to her cunt. He slid the cup lower, onto her pussy lips. 

"Oh, God!" she cried, chewing her lower lip. 

He edged the cup into her slippery wetness and heat and touched her 
clitoris. 

She went wild. "Aieee!" She flinched away from the instrument. The sensation 
was too strong! 

But he wouldn't let her escape. The buzzing cup went all over her clitoris 
and sent millions of pleasure pulses along her overloaded nerves. She 
screamed. 

Her belly spasmed, and she seized a pillow and muffled it over her face to 
stop her cries. She thrashed and jerked in full orgasm, and her hips pumped 
frantically. 

The vibrator didn't stop. It buzzed on and on, and she felt she'd never 
again get enough air in her lungs. Jagged streaks of varied colors passed 
before her eyes. 

It was too much, and she fainted. When she came to, Ted was screwing her. It 
felt so good. "Put that thing away," she begged. "Suck my nipples with your 
mouth." 

Soon they were both breathing in quick puffs. Ted moaned softly, and then he 
began to quiver and quake as he neared his climax. 

"Oh, Frieda-" 

She pressed upward and felt the first spurt of his semen. Then more. It was 
exciting. "Ohhh!" He shook all over. 

Then he quieted. He lay on her until his cock shrank. It slipped from her 
cunt lips and slapped against his thigh. 

Later, Ted told Kenneth about the vibrator, and what it would do for a 
woman. Old Kenneth got all eager and wanted to know if they couldn't get 
together with some women and try it soon. 

Ted suggested he bring Frieda and come over to the apartment. 

"Sure," Kenneth said, "if I can get Frieda to cooperate." 

Ted felt pretty sure that Kenneth wouldn't have too much difficulty in 
coaxing Frieda to come. 

And that's how a series of wonderful swap parties between Ted and Kenneth, 
Frieda and Ted's girls, all began. 

The first time, Kenneth was mighty curious about the vibrator. He watched 
Ted use it on one of the girls, and she thrashed and bucked on the bed. They 
were all naked, and Kenneth's cock was sticking out a yard. 

"Here," Ted said, "let me try it on you!" 

He touched Kenneth's cock with the vibrator and old Kenneth nearly had fits. 
"Jesus-God-it's strong!" he cried. "But, oh, Christ, it feels good!" 

They all fooled with the vibrator for some minutes. Frieda's and the other 
girl's cunts were juicy, and Ted and Kenneth were so hard they ached in the 
groins. Ted fell upon Frieda and began to fuck her. Kenneth made up to Ted's 
blond friend. She found his cock with a warm hand and fondled his testicles, 
then sucked on his prick awhile. When her tongue flicked over the underside 
of his glans, he nearly went mad. He groaned and his body began to quiver. 
He mounted the girl and fucked her avidly. 

"Oh-oh, this is good!" he cried. 

He could tell his wife was enjoying Ted Bixby by the way she writhed and 
groaned under him. He was pressing his big, hard cock deep into her vagina, 
and Kenneth was doing the same with the girl he rode. A third girl stood 
over him, watching. He looked up. "I'm going to fuck you next," he said. 

And he did. 

It was the best sex Kenneth and Frieda had had in a long, long time. At the 
end, when Kenneth finally got around to fucking Frieda, it was like on their 
honeymoon. Her cunt was good. 

The practical matters of the world diminished for Kenneth. Making love again 
became more important, and his mind was more often on women. To hell with 
success! Now, when Kenneth went home from work at the end of the day, he was 
less eager to relax than to play the passionate lover. Frieda was an 
excellent bed partner again. 

Getting married need not change the physical realities of life. There had 
been times before the swap party when Kenneth had missed his old freedom and 
resented his marital situation. Frieda, too, had missed her old, carefree 
life. The swap party had put something back into their pattern of living. 
With Ted for a sort of rival, Kenneth began giving Frieda more attention, 
which she liked and craved. 

Now, Frieda became more of a helpmate and less of a burden. Kenneth better 
understood her needs, and they again approached each other with delight. 
Their sex drives were healthy, and their approach was great. 

There are many ways in which failure to understand the physical, emotional 
and social needs and differences between men and women can lead to chronic 
problems in marriage. To take only one example, a young wife is often 
disturbed by the fact that her husband, though in a bad mood, may 
nevertheless be interested in sex. The young wife does not operate that way 
and knows it. She is more interested in sex when she is feeling her best. So 
after a bad day for both of them, or after a quarrel, she is incapable of 
understanding how her mate could possibly want her. She concludes that all 
he wants is physical release, which she translates to mean, "He's using me!" 

Actually, his interest in sex is in keeping with the desires of most young 
men. They wish to prove themselves sexually when they have proved themselves 
no other way during the day. If all else goes wrong, making love enables a 
man once again to feel like an adult male. 

Sexual disappointments occur often in the early years of marriage for so 
many couples. They are not the result of some flaw in the husband's drive, 
as many women believe. And they do not mean that the marriage is loveless 
and doomed. 

What can be done about them? 

The first sensible move is for the couple to discuss what is happening to 
them. This, of course, is a touchy matter. It takes great tact to inform a 
partner that he or she has failed as a lover. 

But a husband and wife should be able to discuss anything having to do with 
sex. However, many young wives consider it next to impossible to raise such 
a question. It conflicts with their early training that the woman's role is 
passive. To that, we can only say that the subject must be raised anyway. No 
woman is such a good actress that she can constantly hide her sexual 
dissatisfaction, and no man can feel truly masculine if he cannot satisfy 
his wife sexually. 

In an honest discussion, each person should try hard not to damage the 
other's self-esteem. Nothing a husband says should make his wife feel 
unattractive, and nothing a wife says should make her husband feel a 
failure. 

However, most young couples never get beyond discussing sex as they 
discussed it before marriage, when the major question was: Should we, or 
shouldn't we? After marriage, the question becomes: When should we? They 
avoid talking about their feelings, hang ups and fantasies that worry and 
excite them. 

Often communication works better in a group, and here is where the swap 
party comes in. Perhaps it is a combined knowledge of human sexuality that 
provides a better method of study. But swap couples learn about sex, and 
learning takes away the fear, even though the study of our sexual nature 
goes far beyond knowing an admirable variety of positions for making love. 

All sexual insights are valuable subjects for discussion between man and 
wife. The thousands of experts who have written on the art of lovemaking all 
agree that it can be an endlessly creative act. 

There is no single right time for making love. Most couples wait until 
bedtime, but Velda and John, a farm couple who enjoyed their sex, used to 
slip off from the kids and indulge in the chicken house-and it never 
mattered what time of day it was. There is no rule book which says which 
sexual act should come before which, and there is no sexual act which isn't 
fit for experimentation. 

A young husband and wife can easily fall into a habitual sexual routine and 
later wonder why lovemaking no longer thrills them. Few wives would expect 
their husbands to enjoy the same dinner evening after evening. A wife needs 
to seek new menus, both for the table and for sex. She might ask her husband 
if he has any suggestions. It may also be up to her to make it clear that 
she is not limited sexually, that she is happy to try whatever he may enjoy. 

If a woman learns to make her own wants known-nonverbally as well as 
verbally-it may lead to her husband's doing the same. Lovemaking, like 
gourmet cooking, involves a never-ending exploration of subtleties. 

Assuming that the young couples under discussion do love each other and want 
to improve sexual relationships, it is unfortunate that many who do love 
deeply believe in shielding the person they love from knowing the ways their 
love has failed. A cultural paradox is at fault here and intensifies the 
situation. Men feel that to suffer in silence is a sign of masculine 
strength. Women also see suffering in silence as a sign of feminine 
strength. 

In reality, silent suffering can be the opposite of strength. Each person 
may simply be afraid of expressing displeasure. Each is afraid of the 
other's reactions. But, if love is present, the truth, even if it is 
unpleasant, often, binds a couple more closely together. 

The fact that one can feel love does not necessarily mean that he can 
express it, especially in the sex act. Some young marriages run into failure 
because both parties, without ever realizing it, fail in creative effort. 

In fitting everything into a day, one must budget time, money and energy. 
Domestic conversations often become too problem-oriented. Nothing deeper 
than how the day went may be the subject for evening conversation, and that 
often with a lot of gripes thrown in. 

This doesn't make for a good sexual relationship, and the friendly neighbor 
may supply what one's mate failed to do. That is one reason why the swap 
party is so popular among young married couples. They simply seek, at first, 
and find someone to talk and listen to. 

Couples get out of the habit of having fun together. In such cases, the 
relationship needs revitalizing. Any couple who love can learn to play 
together, have fun together. If, on first try, they can't make it, perhaps 
the bringing in of congenial friends will help, even the trying of a sexual 
relationship with another person, the temporary trading of husbands and 
wives. If they truly want a happy marriage, they can't afford to ignore any 
of these possibilities for bringing one about. 

Dating others, having fun, revitalizing a stale relationship, will not solve 
serious sexual problems and incompatibilities. But it can set a climate, put 
one in the frame of mind to ask, as one asked when the romance was new, 
"What can I do to make you happy?" 

In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make. 

 CASE HISTORY 

A College Fellatrice 

"I knew a lot about cocksucking-I'd seen my mother sucking daddy's cock on 
many occasions. They thought I'd been asleep, but I sneaked out of my room 
and would peek through the slightly open door. Boy, did I see plenty! I saw 
enough to really know what cocksucking was all about. Daddy would usually 
lick mother's cunt while she sucked his dingus, but I got my kicks out of 
watching all that pricksucking. 

"I never really got the chance to do some cocksucking of my own until I came 
to college and had that date with Curly. That was a night to remember, I'll 
tell you, when he came right out and asked me, begged me to take his thick 
prick in my mouth and suck it until he spurted all of his goodness out and 
down my throat! 

"Of course I had had my cunt licked and sucked before that, but not for 
real. Well, what I mean is all the guys would do something like that because 
they thought it was the thing to do, you know. The real man-kind of thing to 
do. Actually, all they really wanted to do was sink their cocks into my 
pussy and hose my twat down with their jism. 

"But there's more to sex than that high school kid of fucking. Not that 
there's anything really wrong with fucking. Shit, no! You'll never hear me 
say a fool thing like that! But there is something wrong with a guy not 
wanting to do more, you know. Like not really wanting to go down on my box 
and eat me out. 

"And there's nothing wrong with a girl like me being really crazy about 
sucking cock, either. A good hot cock in the mouth is worth two in the bush, 
that's what I always say. Although I guess I could even say that a spurting 
cock in the mouth is even better than two in the twat. I believe that, 
anyway. 

"I guess there's just some people who are turned on to mouth sex and some 
who aren't. Take me, for instance. I can't get enough of somebody sucking my 
pussy and I can't get enough of letting my mouth soak up good hot cock 
juice. I just need it, that's all. 

"To give you a good example of just how fucking desperate things can get 
sometimes, let me tell you about that night with Curly. Like I had said 
before, I really think things had begun to open up for me here at school. I 
mean, not only living away from home and all that crap, but also being 
around new and different people was something that really made me see new 
things. 

"I learned to drink the way I'd always wanted to drink. I kept the kind of 
hours I wanted to keep, and after that night with Curly I got enough sucking 
to satisfy me-at least a little. 

"Curly was one of these real smooth guys. He wasn't on any of the teams or 
anything like that, but he was a fraternity man and very active in all the 
real important goings on around the campus. He was blond and slim, and 
underneath his groovy clothes he looked hard and solid. And best of all was 
the very promising bulge down at his crotch. I let my mind roam sometimes, 
imagining what a guy's cock and balls would be like if they weren't tucked 
away in his pants. You know what I mean, I sort of go basket shopping, like 
in the dining hall and places like that where I can give a lot of the boys' 
crotches the eye. 

"Of course sometimes they catch me at it and sort of wink back, but none of 
them really made any advances to take me up on it and let me do my stuff. I 
heard some of the girls talking about how guys in college really don't go 
for things like getting sucked. By the time they're in college they all go 
for this big man routine and think that they have to keep fucking constantly 
otherwise some-body'll think they're not a real man. 

"Shit! I've sucked off enough guys in high school to know that they really 
love it, big-man-image or not. I figured that all these guys needed was 
somebody who really knew how to suck a mean cock, like I sure as hell did, 
and then they'd want it all the time. They'd beg me to suck their cock and 
swallow their juice! And I'd love it! 

"Anyway, all that changed when I went out with Curly. I met him while we 
were working together on some committee, and I dug him right from the start. 
There was just something about him, something other than his hefty basket, 
that I sensed but couldn't quite put my finger on it at the time. Later on I 
found out what it was. 

"Anyway, one night after the committee meeting, Curly asked me to go with 
him to the local beer hall for a couple of quick ones. So off we went and 
that led up to our first date. There was this something, this thing that I 
sensed between us that I still couldn't put my finger on. 

"But anyway our first date was at the movies, one of those Swedish sex films 
that was so popular at the time. It had one really good part in it though, 
and that was when the girl started sucking the guy off. Naturally they 
didn't show it as clear as I would have liked to have seen it up there on 
the big screen and in glorious color, but naturally they couldn't show 
something like that without trying to cover it up a little. 

"I got the point of what was going on very quickly, though, and I glanced 
out of the corner of my eye to Curly to see how he was taking it. And then I 
saw something that really surprised me. 

"Curly was watching the blowing scene with the greatest of interest. He had 
a handful of popcorn that was just an inch or so from his mouth. It seemed 
as if it was caught in midair while watching the girl on the screen suck off 
the guy. 

"We were sitting as close as two seats in the movies allow, and I could feel 
his body get very tense and his breathing grow hard and fast. I chanced a 
look down at his crotch and sure enough, his dork was sticking up and 
pressing his pants out about a mile! 

"I thrilled at the thought of what he might be thinking. My heart raced at 
the possibility that here I was sitting with a boy who might really dig 
cocksucking, and who might be longing to have a nice girl like me go down on 
his prick and suck every last drop of thick creaminess out of his tubes. 

"Curly's breathing was coming faster and faster now, and I could see him 
pressing himself back in his seat in an effort to relieve some of the 
pressure that was building up inside him. Finally he dropped the popcorn box 
and turned to me. 

"'Let's get out of here,' he said, 'I've seen this picture before." 

"Well, after that we drove around for a while, and he didn't say much of 
anything. I felt sure I knew what the problem was, and I knew I had the 
solution for him. All he needed was my lips and tongue working on his prick. 
That would straighten out any guy in trouble. 

"But I couldn't quite bring the subject up myself. I mean, much as I would 
have liked to have gotten the whole business under way and sucked his good 
dork, I still didn't think I should be so forward as to come right out and 
say to him, 'What you need, Curly, is my mouth sucking on your cock." 

"After driving around for a while we finally parked on one of the campus 
parking lots and sat there smoking our cigarettes. After a while we started 
to neck, you know, like he had his arms all wrapped around me and was 
feeling my tits, and rubbing his fingers against the hard nipples that were 
sticking out from them. 

"He went farther with no coaching, and soon he had one good long finger 
stuck up my cunt and was wiggling around in there for all he was worth. Soon 
he got bold enough to talk sexy to me. 

"'I'd love to fuck you, honey. Let me stick my thick prick up your cunt and 
shoot you full of my come. Let me fuck your honey pot, honey. You'll love 
it. I'll be the best you've ever had." 

"Well, he just kept up like that for the longest time, talking like that 
while he massaged my boobs with one hand and wiggled around in my cunt with 
the other. By then I was getting thoroughly turned on by the whole thing, 
especially since I was holding his cock through his pants, and I was really 
juicing from holding a nice hot, hard cock as big as his was. 

"But in spite of being turned on by all of this, I had two things going on 
in my mind at the same time. First of all, I knew how much more exciting it 
would be if I could just take that cock of his that I was holding onto so 
tightly and plop it right into my mouth like a big gumdrop. And then I could 
suck and suck and bring the kind of pleasure to myself that I needed so 
desperately. 

"But I knew something else, too. I knew that for all of this good fucking 
talk that Curly was giving me, something was wrong about it. I mean, there 
was still that thing about it that I had sensed all along, and this kind of 
talk, as exciting as it might be, was just a little out of character for 
him. 

"And then something must have hit Curly. Maybe he realized the same thing 
that I was thinking. He suddenly straightened up in the seat and took a few 
deep breaths. He reached down involuntarily to his crotch and massaged his 
hard cock a few times. 

"The thick outline of it against his pants made my cunt jump and twitch, and 
I couldn't wait for the opportunity to take that big thing in my mouth and 
suck and suck for all I was worth. Oh, how I was going to wrap my lips 
around that cock. 

"'Tell me what's the matter, Curly. This isn't like you. Tell me what's 
troubling you, no matter what it is." 

"Curly cast me a pitiful glance, and I could see right then and there that 
there was something really serious eating at him. I encouraged him again to 
spill it out and tell me all about it. And this time, after lighting up on a 
cigarette, he did tell me everything. 

"It seemed Curly had this thing about being blowed. He wanted so bad to have 
a girl suck him off that he could hardly sleep at night thinking about it. 
And when he saw it going on in that movie, it just got to be a little too 
much for him to take. 

"It seemed that Curly had hung up on this college idea of screwing all the 
time, and he was downright afraid to come out and ask the girl to go down on 
his hot cock and relieve the incredible pressure that was building up inside 
him. 

"He thought that the girl would make fun of him or something like that. 
Maybe even worse, he fingured that maybe the girl would tell some of the 
guys who knew him and they would think he was strange, or maybe some kind of 
queer or something. It's weird the way people's minds will work. 

"Curly sat there in the seat next to me and trembled. I would see his whole 
body shaking as he tried to tell me about his problem-his need. And the 
tears welled to my eyes as I longed to be able to take him in my arms and 
comfort him. I longed to tell him that his need and my need were one and the 
same. 

"He needed hot lips and a tongue to suck on his prick and make it spurt, and 
I had those hot lips and tongue and ached to suck a good dick like he had. 
He and I complemented each other perfectly, and if all went well we'd both 
be able to get the kind of licks we wanted. 

"He kept on trembling and shaking and quivering, and I could see him taking 
deep drags on the cigarette until finally it was all burned down and he 
threw the stub out of the window. He tried to apologize for his behavior, 
telling me that it was just something inside him that he couldn't control, 
and it had been like that for as long as he could remember. 

"He just needed a girl to suck him off, it was as simple as that, and yet he 
had trouble finding the opportunity to get the kind of loving that he 
needed. Well, I decided to make a clean breast of the whole fucking thing 
and tell him exactly how much I needed to suck a guy off. 

"I told Curly the whole story, about how I had had this need for as long as 
I could remember, and that there was just something inside of me that made 
me want to suck cock, suck a cock long and hard and hot until I managed to 
get a good mouthful of cream and then swallow the whole shooting match down. 

"I told him the kind of trouble I had had recently in being able to suck 
cock, mainly because guys all had this hang up about fucking, and they 
thought that was the only thing to do. Well, shit, there was a hell of a lot 
more worth doing than fucking. I had found that out a long time ago, and 
ever since I had found out how good sucking cock was, I knew that that was 
what I wanted most out of sexing it up, no matter how much fucking I had to 
put up with in order to get it. 

"There were times, I told Curly when I almost thought that I could acually 
come just from the intense feeling of a hot cock in my mouth, spurting off 
its good hot fluid like a firecracker. There was just something special, 
something very hard to define, about the incredible ecstasy that came to a 
girl like me when she was sucking a cock like there was no tomorrow! 

"Curly understood perfectly. He had been watching me carefully in the pale 
moonlight that was filtering in through the windows of the car, and he could 
see just how sincere I was, just how desperate I was for the same kind of 
thing. 

"I went on to tell him how many times I had watched his crotch and saw his 
round, full basket just waiting to be plucked, and I told him how just the 
sight of it had made my pussy churn around and around and my mouth water all 
at the same time. 

"Curly listened carefully, and after I had finished my story I was sure that 
he believed me. I was sure that he could see that I needed a hot cock to 
suck just as much as he needed his to be sucked. So, without further to do 
we drove off to his apartment. 

"My heart pounded the whole way. It always did that when I knew that I would 
soon be having a hot cock in my mouth. My lips and tongue ached to wrap 
themselves around his organ, and I knew that the time would soon be here 
when I could take his maleness deep into my throat and suck and suck and 
drain him of his seeds. 

"We wasted no time in heading straight for the bedroom and getting 
undressed. I watched Curly carefully as he removed his shirt and exposed his 
flat, hairy chest to me. But I watched him even more closely as he undid his 
belt and unzipped his pants, letting them drop down around his ankles. 

"He was wearing only his boxer shorts then, and I could see the substantial 
bulge that his cock and balls made against the thin fabric. I couldn't 
contain myself any longer, and I just went forward and pulled his shorts 
down, anxious to get at his equipment. 

"His cock was just as meaty and magnificent as I had imagined it would be, 
and those two massive balls that hung heavily underneath suggested to me all 
of the creamy come that I would soon be swallowing down. Curly hugged me 
tenderly, but I could feel his body quivering underneath, just as mine was 
doing, and I knew that both of us were eager for the sucking ahead. 

"Curly sprawled out on the bed and drew his legs up, spreading them wide so 
that I could nestle deep in there and go about my business. I moved right 
down to his crotch and gripped his cock by its firm, wide base. And then, 
opening my mouth wide I lowered my head and took his whole length in my 
mouth right down to his hairy root! 

"Curly moaned loudly and began to thrash around a little, and to stop this I 
grabbed his hips and tried my damnedest to hold him tight against the bed. I 
could understand a little of his enthusiasm, after all I was feeling the 
same kind of wild excitement. 

"My pussy had already started to leak a little just as soon as his hard, hot 
meat entered my mouth. There was just something magical about the feeling of 
a hot cock, and that magic was working right now. I licked around and around 
his thick cock head, and let my tongue dart into the little opening right at 
the tip of that mushroom head. 

"It was the same little opening that all of that hot cream would soon be 
gushing out, and quite frankly I couldn't wait. It had been quite awhile 
since I had tasted the goodness of hot cock cream, right from the cock so to 
speak and now that the time was near for a good mouthful, I coudn't wait. 

"Up and down my mouth traveled on that hard stiff rod, and I applied as much 
sucking as I comfortably could, while I licked around and around the length 
of that spear with my tongue. I could feel what I was doing to Curly, 'cause 
I could feel him shaking and quivering. 

"This was something really special, if you can possibly understand what I 
mean. This was something I needed, and it was something that he needed, and 
here the same thing was bringing happiness to both of us. I mean, if only 
all of the world's troubles could be solved in the same way, how wonderful 
everything would be. 

"Well, I sucked and sucked, letting my tongue lick around and around, and my 
mouth travel up and down, sometimes sinking down to the base of his prick 
and nibbling in his kinky cock hair a bit. Up and down I went, faster and 
faster, until finally I could feel Curly's body tense, and he jerked and 
throbbed a bit. 

"Curly's hot cock went through a few spasms and finally violently spurted 
his hot load into my mouth. I came in heavy thick jets, and it felt a little 
like there was some kind of machine gun going off in my mouth. But it was 
wonderful, and I drank it all down. 

"Later, after we had rested, I sucked Curly off again, and after I finished 
doing that he went down on my box and ate me out, licking my cunt up and 
down and in and out like it had never been done before. 

"Curly said it was the least that he could do for somebody who had brought 
him such intense pleasure and satisfaction. And I knew that I had, from the 
way that he had cried out and moaned and thrashed around when he came. But I 
loved it, even if it didn't bring such intense pleasure to Curly. The fact 
that it did only made it that much more exciting. 

"Curly and I have gone together ever since, and there isn't a night that 
goes by that we don't bring pleasure to ourselves with our mouths. It's 
really wonderful when Curly eats me out, yet I like it so much better when I 
suck his cock. 

"It's so hard to tell you how great it is if you don't already know." 

 CASE HISTORY 

"Sex Calling" 

"So you want to know how I like this business of door-to-door cosmetic 
selling? Well, let me tell you-I wouldn't be without it. It's the best way 
of getting all the cocksucking I want, and believe me, I want a lot. It's 
also a hell of a good way to make extra money. Most of the horny guys I meet 
up with are always eager to spend their money on my products. After all, I 
give a swell bonus in the bargain-a cocksucking bonus. 

"And you know something else, they like my work so much that most of them 
have me come back from time to time still, when their wives are away, of 
course. I go back and we sit around and have a beer or two and then we go 
off into the bedroom and I suck them off a couple of times so that they get 
their fill. And you know something? It takes a couple of times before I get 
my fill! 

"I can tell you how the whole thing got started. I stopped at this one house 
where the man opened the door. He was about thirty-five or so, and not bad 
looking. I told him what I was there for, and he said that his wife was out 
for the day, but he gave me the once over and let his eyes drift down to the 
open top of my dress where he could see between my tits. Then he told me to 
come in. 

"I sort of had an idea of what was on his mind, but I didn't think there was 
time for anything like that. I mean, neighbors had seen me go into the house 
and the guy just couldn't pull something that would take a long time. Little 
did I know. 

"Anyway, I went through the motions of showing what I had for sale, all the 
while aware that he was sporting a roaring hard-on. His pants were sticking 
out like he had a poker underneath them. And I would have been willing to 
bet that it was a hot poker. 

"Anyway, it didn't take very long to get around to the kind of business he 
was interested in. I guess there was something about me, or something that 
made him think that he could come right out and talk to me the way he did. 
He told me that he liked living with his wife and fucking her and all that 
sort of stuff, but she just wouldn't go down on him. 

"Then, in that strange way that men have when they're getting at something, 
he said that if he ever found a nice girl who would suck his cock and drink 
his come he'd really make it worth her while. 

"Well, I was caught in something of a problem. 

I would be willing to suck his cock even without any money. So I wasn't sure 
whether I should turn down the offer of money or accept what he wanted to 
give me. I decided to offer him a lot of cosmetics for sale and then suck 
him off. 

"Needless to say he bought the idea, and after a couple of minutes I was 
down between his legs with his thick cock in my mouth. I hadn't sucked off a 
guy as old as he was but I was pleasantly surprised to find out how much 
life he had in that cock of his. 

"It kept throbbing and jerking all over the place, and pretty soon I sucked 
hard enough and drew his load out of his tubes in a rushing gush. I 
swallowed it all down, licked my lips, and then gathered up my sample case 
and left with my money. 

"From then on it was easy to recognize a guy who needed to be sucked. They 
all had the same look, you know and as soon as I spotted it I played along 
with the guy, sucked his cock, and picked up some more money. But you know, 
as many times as I did it, I felt a little sorry for the guys. Here I was 
getting so much enjoyment from lapping up their cream and I was still taking 
their money. I sort of felt like I should be paying them! 

"But they must not have minded. After all, most of them still call me 
back-for cosmetics and cocksucking." 

 CASE HISTORY 

A Virgin for Orality 

"It's certainly difficult to know where to start. I don't really know when 
it all started, but I do know that for the longest time I had this really 
strange feeling about cocks. I'd never been fucked, but I had this feeling 
for pricks-I can't quite explain it. There was something I wanted to do with 
them or to them-a feeling that I couldn't understand. 

"The psychiatrist finally helped me understand what it was I wanted. He 
showed me that this disturbing emotion over cocks was really a desire for 
sucking-seems cocksucking was to be my bag. Since that therapy session I've 
sucked a hell of a lot of pricks, but I want to do so much more ... so much 
more. 

But that's getting a little ahead in my story. That's the problem I'm faced 
with now. It isn't the one that I used to have. That's what I want to tell 
you about, the problem that I used to have. I had a lot of trouble trying to 
figure out what was going on with me, because I kept having these crazy 
dreams. 

"Maybe I'd better start off by telling you a little about myself. I'm 
twenty-three, and I'm a hosiery clerk in a local department store. I don't 
make much money, but it's a decent enough income, and it keeps me in a 
decent place to stay and food in my mouth and all that sort of thing. 

"The trouble all started a year or so ago when this really sexy guy started 
working in the department right next to mine. Well, let me say this much. I 
didn't know for a long while that there was any connection between him 
starting to work near me and the time the dreams started. It was the 
psychiatrist who finally managed to point that out to me. 

"Anyway, right about then I started having these crazy dreams. Actually they 
started off very simple, and then got crazier and crazier as time went on. I 
guess the first one came about right after this guy who worked in the shoe 
department talked to me for the first time. It was a very simple thing, 
really, and it was only about a store matter. 

"But later that night, when I should have been resting in a deep sleep, I 
started having this weird dream about a big rubber. You know the kind I 
mean-one of those that guys wear on their pricks to keep their come from 
seeping up into the girl's cunt. 

"Well, this dream was like a nightmare for me, 'cause I'd never thought 
about anything like that before. I mean, I'd had dates and that sort of 
thing where boys tried to get into my pants, and work their fingers up under 
my panties and tried to sink them into my cunt. 

"And just about all of them would handle my tits like they were melons at 
the market. I was used to that and I knew how to put them off when they came 
too close to their target. I used to take one look at their crotches and see 
their big long pricks sticking up, pushing their pants out about a mile. I 
often wondered about those cocks, and how they would feel stuffed inside my 
twat. But I knew that was bad. My mamma told me so. And yet, I still 
couldn't help wondering about those cocks.... 

"Anyway, this guy Paul started selling shoes in the department next to mine, 
and I guess one of the first things I noticed about him was his cock. Well, 
I didn't actually see his cock, of course, but I did see the bulge down in 
his crotch, and I just knew that he must have a cock and set of balls to 
remember! 

"He wore those tight pants, you know, and there was such a nice rounded 
bulge down there at his crotch that I was reminded of those old cigarette 
commercials that talked about 'round and firm and fully packed.' I wondered 
what it would be like to take a big handful of that bulge and.... 

"Well, I knew I wasn't supposed to think about things like that. My mamma 
told me the kinds of things that nice girls thought about, and the kinds of 
things that they did. I wanted to be a nice girl, God knows. 

"But that night I had the first of those strange dreams. I dreamed I worked 
in a supermarket, and it was my job to go around to all the hot dog packages 
and test them to see if they were still fresh. I was supposed to take the 
package in my hand and feel each individual hot dog, rubbing it up and down 
and handling it carefully to see if it was still good and fresh. 

"I don't know why, but in the dream I started handling the packages and my 
hands started to get covered with something white. And after awhile it 
looked like I had been dipping my hand in a pot of milk or something like 
that. Anyway, everybody saw my hand and this white stuff that covered it and 
they started to laugh at me and snicker. 

"Needless to say I was very embarrassed, and for the rest of the day I tried 
to pretend that I was doing something else. I mean, I knew I had to do my 
job there at the counter where the hot dogs were kept, but it seemed like I 
was pretending that I was doing something else. 

"Well, for some time after that I found myself very much aware of this guy 
Paul. And for some time after that I had that dream about the rubber again 
and again. In the dream I found myself walking along in the desert, and I 
was very thirsty. I looked all over the place trying to find something to 
drink but I didn't see anything. 

"And then, almost out of nowhere came this big tree that had these long 
flimsy things hanging down from it. As I got closer I could see that they 
were those rubbers, and there was something juicy inside. My thirst started 
to get the best of me and I wanted something to drink ... anything! 

"Well I tore one of those rubbers down and wanted to drink the juice inside, 
but then a strange thing happened. The closer I got to the juice the more it 
seemed like it was away from me. I grabbed out at it with my hands, trying 
to get a good cupful, but it just sort of flowed away. I couldn't drink it 
no matter how much I wanted to! 

"These kinds of dreams kept up more and more, and the friendlier I got with 
Paul the more savage the dreams became. Like I said before, I was aware of 
the bulge down in his crotch right from the first. I knew what a cock was 
like, and I also knew quite well all the things that could be done with one. 
I mean, it wasn't like I had had that much experience 'cause I hadn't, God 
knows. But I had heard the other girls talking, so I knew what it felt like 
to be fucked, and I knew how the girls sucked their boyfriends' cocks for 
them, and sometimes even let them stick it up their asses. 

"Oh, yes, I knew all the things a cock could do, and sometimes I wondered. I 
wondered about things like that, sucking, and whether it was really possible 
to tolerate the taste. But I was sure I wouldn't want to do anything like 
that. I just knew that I wouldn't. 

"And then I had another one of those dreams. During my break that day I had 
gone up to the employees' cafeteria, and I saw this girl who worked in the 
cosmetic department sharing her break with Paul. Paul was drinking a vanilla 
milkshake, and from time to time he slid the glass over to the girl and she 
sucked on the straw for a while. 

"Of course I found out from the psychiatrist later on about how things that 
go on during the day can cause dreams at night. But I didn't know it then, 
and that night when I had that crazy dream I was sure I was going out of my 
mind! 

"The dream started in my bedroom of all places, and there I was, in my 
dream, lying in bed and reading. Just then there was a knock at the door and 
when I said, 'Come in,' there stood Paul. He was as handsome and sexy as 
ever, although his clothes were torn and ragged, as if someone had been 
trying to tear them off his body. 

"'Help me, Cheryl, help me,' Paul pleaded. He looked really desperate, 
although I didn't really know what to do other than to cover my nakedness. I 
felt a little embarrassed at having a man in my room like this, and that was 
really the only thing I could think about. 

"Just then there was a loud crash and the door burst open. There stood the 
girl from the cosmetic department, and she was furious. She kept yelling at 
me to get my own meat, whatever that meant, and she kept trying to come at 
me with her fists, but Paul held her tight. 

"But he was so mad that she broke away from him and started fighting with 
me. I tried to protect myself, but somehow I felt as if I deserved the 
things she was saying and doing to me, so I just let myself get beat up by 
this girl. Finally she overturned the bed and I lay sprawled out on the 
floor in the middle of the blanket and sheets. 

"She started to come at me again but just then Paul called out. We both 
looked in his direction and he was pointing toward the bedroom door. There, 
from underneath the door, was coming this thick white creamy foam. I had 
never seen anything like it in my whole life, and I stared at it as if 
hypnotized. 

"Both Paul and the girl were horrified, and they tried to get the door open 
but it seemed like it was locked. They pulled and beat on the door but it 
was no use. The foamy cream stuff continued to billow in under the door as 
if shot in by some high-powered hose. 

"Then, in a few minutes the foam was up to about a foot or so high, and it 
seemed like it was still coming. The girl was yelling and screaming, and 
saying that it was going to cover us up. 'We're going to drown in it,' she 
yelled. And suddenly it seemed to me that that might be a very pleasant 
prospect. 

"Suddenly I noticed that the room had begun to smell salty, and for a moment 
I thought that maybe we might be out on the ocean somewhere. Then I dipped 
my hand into the cream and I tasted it. I knew then why I was smelling the 
salt air. 

"This creamy stuff tasted salty. It had a fishy, salty taste all to itself, 
and I must admit that I found it somewhat tantalizing. But the others, Paul 
and the girl, weren't getting along so well. It seemed like they were 
drowning in it, and I saw them both go under for the third time. Then, the 
last thing I remember from that dream was me sitting in my bedroom, 
surrounded by this sea of white creamy stuff, and dreamily lapping it up 
like some contented but lost kitten. 

"And that wasn't the worst of it. I guess the most upsetting one, the one 
that finally made me see the psychiatrist, was the one I had the night after 
Paul drove me home from work. All the way home I was very much aware of him, 
to say the least. He had a convertible and the top was down, so the 
moonlight was shining right down onto us. 

"Out of the corner of my eye I found myself watching his crotch very 
carefully. He didn't have a hard-on or anything, but I still could see the 
outline of his fat cock pressed against the fabric of his pants down at his 
crotch. And right next to that outline of his sausage was a big bulge that I 
knew was his balls. 

"I knew that those balls were the storehouse of all his come, and usually 
the bigger the balls were the more come there was to be had. That is, for 
those who wanted things like that. 

"And then, after we arrived at my apartment we sat in the car for a little 
while and talked ... just about working at the store. Then Paul looked at 
his watch and said that he had to go, so he left and I went on in and got 
ready for bed. 

"It was funny, but the whole while I was getting ready for bed I was 
thinking to myself that Paul was probably very selfish. He probably kept 
everything of his to himself, including his cock. I wondered if he had let 
any girl do anything to him. Anything like sucking. 

"So it was with those kinds of thoughts that I drifted off to sleep. And 
then, I had that really savage dream. I dreamed I was a princess in a feudal 
castle, and I was gazing out my window one day when Sir Paul, the knight, 
rode by on his horse. 

"Suddenly I found myself consumed by hunger, and I ordered the palace guards 
to capture Sir Paul and prepare him for roasting. Naturally the kitchen was 
loaded with food, but I guess things like that don't matter in dreams. It 
always seems like they're trying to tell you something in the most 
roundabout way. 

"Anyway, the guards captured Sir Paul and took him into the big kitchen to 
be roasted. Normally I would have stayed in the dining room and waited for 
the help to bring the food to the table, but this time I wanted to go into 
the kitchen and see the prize being prepared. 

"I went into the kitchen and saw them strip Sir Paul. Piece by piece his 
garments were torn away, until finally he stood there in front of us, naked 
and in all his glory. His body was magnificently tanned, and it was hard and 
muscled in all the right places, without looking ungainly. And there was 
just the right amount of hair covering his chest, and dipping down below his 
stomach to the region of his cock. 

"And his cock, how magnificent it was. I knew as I looked at it that it was 
certainly going to be the juiciest and most tender piece of this roast. The 
cock and those plump balls that hung heavily down below that cock. I'd savor 
those morsels for quite some time. 

"Then they took Sir Paul over to the roasting pit and shoved a long skewer 
up his ass. They shoved and shoved until finally it came out his mouth, and 
then they took the two ends that were protruding from his body and hooked 
them on the rack. 

"For some reason this didn't hurt Paul, and he just lay quietly while the 
fire licked up around his body, roasting it and turning it a golden brown. I 
kept my eyes on his cock and balls the whole time he was roasting, and I 
liked the way his cock would plop around when they rotated his body on the 
skewer. 

"Finally he was done, and the kitchen help removed the skewer from the rack. 
Then they pulled the skewer out of his ass and placed Paul on a large silver 
serving tray, surrounding him with watercress and candied crabapples. He 
certainly looked like a feast fit for a princess. 

"But I was only interested in one part of him. I licked my lips and grabbed 
the nearest carving knife. Then I rushed forward and pushed all of the help 
out of the way. Paul gazed up at me, helpless and roasted, as I swooped down 
with the knife and cut one of his balls off. 

"I severed it neatly and gobbled it down, chewing furiously and savoring the 
taste of the cream-filled ball. Then I did the same thing to the other one, 
cutting it right off and chewing it up like a chicken gizzard. And was it 
ever good! 

"And then came the piece de resistance, his luscious cock. I swished the 
knife quickly and severed that prick right at its base. Then I held that 
cock up over my head and gradually lowered it into my mouth, chewing and 
nibbling on it like a child eating a forkful of spaghetti. 

"I nibbled and chewed until finally it was all gone, and I looked around for 
more of the same but there wasn't any. After all, Paul only had but one cock 
and one set of balls. But then, I reasoned, cocks and balls were typical 
male equipment, and there were other men in the kitchen. 

"So, grabbing up the knife I began to chase them around and around the table 
where Paul lay roasted and without his sex organs. I chased them around and 
around, swishing out from time to time at this crotch or the next trying to 
cut off a cock or a ball. It was at that point that I woke up screaming. 

"The next day I took off from work and went to see a psychiatrist who had 
been recommended to me by a friend. The psychiatrist was very pleasant, and 
after a little time I was able to relax completely and pour out everything 
that had been going on inside my head. 

"Then, when I had finished, the psychiatrist explained that the usual 
procedure was to allow me to talk as much as I wanted to, and then after a 
period of years I would begin to see by myself exactly what my trouble was. 
And, he admitted, that it would take a long time and cost a lot. 

"But in my particular case, he said, he thought it necessary if I knew right 
straight out that I was a compulsive but thwarted cocksucker. And even 
though I was shocked and professed to be innocent of his charge, he smiled 
and held up his hand knowingly. Then he went on to explain how my dreams had 
revealed my innermost desires. And the more he explained, and the more I 
remembered my feelings about Paul, the more I began to believe him. 

"He managed to pinpoint my awareness of Paul as the triggering point for my 
dreams. Paul, it seemed, caused this flare-up in my subconscious of what I 
had been hiding from myself all these years, that I wanted desperately to 
suck cock and drink that hot come. 

"Paul's presence and my eyeing his crotch and that bulge there started a war 
with my conscious mind, which didn't want to recognize my cocksucking 
desires, and my unconscious mind, which knew all about them. From that point 
to the present my mind was like a battlefield, with two opposing armies 
fighting it out. 

"My dreams took me through a step-by-step progression, and the one where I 
was in a supermarket feeling the hot dogs reflected the desire I had had the 
previous day to reach out and grasp that bulge in Paul's pants. Of course 
since this was one of the earliest dreams, my defenses still hadn't broken 
enough to allow me to admit what I wanted. That's why the dream had me 
working in the supermarket, and I could excuse my actions because it was my 
job. But the fact that I was embarrassed because people laughed at me showed 
that I was inwardly ashamed of my desires. 

"The recurring dream about the rubber on the desert was another kind of 
excuse just like the job. On the desert I was very thirsty and in need of 
something to drink. Since the come in the rubber was the only liquid there, 
I couldn't help but drink it. 

But once again, my inability to admit how much I wanted it in effect kept 
the rubber and the come moving out of my grasp. 

"By then I'd gotten more friendly with Paul, and when I saw him with that 
girl in the cafeteria a plain old streak of jealousy and envy flared up. I 
suspected that maybe she was one of those girls who really knew how to swing 
and sex it up. The dream where they were both in my room and she was beating 
on me showed how much I resented my inhibitions and my inexperience, and how 
much I secretly envied a girl like her. 

"But I was still convinced that my training and the things my mamma had told 
me were right, and consequently I played God and let the girl's own 
wickedness punish her by drowning her in Paul's come-the same come that I 
wanted so much and was now, at least in my dream, starting to taste and 
enjoy. 

"But when Paul drove me home that night I wanted desperately to make a move 
that would get us together, and maybe put me in a position where I might end 
up sucking his cock, for real. I wanted him to ask me out, or make a pass, 
or something. But he didn't. He just drove off and left me there. I decided 
then that he was saving his cock for someone, or something. And in my dream 
that night I did something about it. 

"In my dream I maintained my position as the good girl who'd been brought up 
right by playing the role of a princess in a stone fortress. I had the power 
to order people around and make my guards trap Paul and prepare him for my 
wants. 

"When I cut off his balls and his cock and ate them, it was the final symbol 
in the dreams telling me just how desperate I was to have Paul's organ in my 
mouth. And because this didn't hurt him in the dream and because he didn't 
cry out when I carved off his cock, the psychiatrist felt that inwardly I 
suspected that maybe Paul liked me after all and would really want me to 
suck his cock and nibble his balls and drink down his creamy come. 

In any event, I believed what he said. From that point on it was up to me to 
either accept my feelings, or let them be the source of endless frustrations 
for me. There was nothing wrong with sucking cock, the psychiatrist 
explained. But there was something wrong in trying to avoid such an intense 
psychological desire as the one I had. It was entirely up to me. 

"Well, I went home and did a lot of thinking about it. And the next day I 
went to work wearing my best dress, with my hair fixed the nicest I'd ever 
worn it. I made sure Paul saw me soon enough and as soon as he started 
paying attention to me I started in making a play for him. 

"He asked me out that very night, and after our date I asked him up to my 
apartment, supposedly for a drink. But if I was lucky it would be me who did 
the drinking while he did the pouring! 

"My heart pounded madly in my chest as I realized what I was doing. I was 
going against everything I'd ever been taught, and yet this was exactly what 
I wanted to do. Paul and I sat on the sofa holding our drinks, and like a 
brazen hussy I moved closer to him, letting my knee brush against his. 

"Well, Paul was man enough to get the message, and he lost no time in taking 
me in his arms and crushing his mouth down on mine. I felt the hard, wet 
pressure of his tongue trying to force its way between my lips, and I opened 
them obligingly and let his tongue begin to whip around mine. 

"With his free hand he reached down and cupped one of my boobs, squeezing it 
almost enough to hurt, but not quite. I felt his finger begin to flick 
lazily back and forth across my nipple and my nipple responded by sticking 
out against the fabric of my blouse. 

"My heart was beating in my throat, mingling around with Paul's tongue, and 
finally I got up enough nerve to reach down and place my hot little hand on 
his crotch. And what I felt there almost made me jerk my hand away. His cock 
was sticking up straight and hard, and the sheer heat of it went right 
through his dress Levi's and into my hand. 

"Paul moaned as soon as I touched his cock, and now that the door had opened 
I decided I would go right on in. I unzipped his pants and groped around in 
there trying to get a hold on his cock. Suddenly I felt it in the folds of 
his shorts. It was hard and hot and it reminded me a little of an animal 
hibernating for the winter. 

"With a minimum of difficulty I got that prick out into the open and started 
to caress it with my fingertips. I brushed up and down its hard length and 
cupped the swollen bulb-like cock head in my hand. It felt a little mushy, 
and I wondered just what it would feel like in my mouth with my tongue 
running around it. 

"Then Paul reached over and switched off the lamp. The two of us were 
sitting there in the dark then, and Paul began to undress me. God! Waves of 
heat were coursing through my body. I had been pawed before, like I told 
you, but this was something different. This was something I wanted to do, 
and all I could think of was that hot, hard spear I was holding in my hand. 
It didn't matter what he was going to do to me. I just wanted to suck his 
cock! 

"What a relief to finally admit it. I felt like screaming it out to the 
world. I wanted to run to the window and shout it from the rooftops. 'I want 
to suck cock!' I wanted to scream. 

"But running to the window wouldn't do any good. I had a hot cock right 
there in my hand, and if I wanted to really suck it I would only have to 
whisper my desire to Paul. 

"By then he had both of us naked, and he pressed his hairy chest against my 
boobs and started to grind around a little, letting my nipples dig into his 
chest. And with my other hand I reached under his cock and took hold of 
those balls. 

"Christ! Was this guy ever hung! I knew right then and there I wouldn't be 
able to take both of them in my mouth at the same time. I would have to suck 
on one at a time and be happy with that. 

"Then Paul started to nuzzle my tits and flick his tongue back and forth 
across my nipples. Every now and then he opened wide and sucked in a good 
chunk of boob, and that really got the juices to working inside me. I can't 
remember ever having a boy excite me as much as this one was doing, and I 
knew I'd have no trouble coming. I even wondered if I could come just from 
holding onto that cock of his. 

"But I had to have more. I had to make the move once and for all that would 
free me from the kinds of torment I had had in the past. Right now I would 
have to make the move. 

"'Paul,' I whispered. My heart pounded so wildly in my throat that I thought 
I would choke before I could get my desperate request out. 

"'Paul,' I tried again, 'can I ... can I ... suck your cock? "He stopped 
sucking my tit and sat up just as if somebody had jammed a dildo up his ass. 
Even there in the dark our faces were close enough that I could see the 
surprise written all over his face. I wondered for a moment if I had gone 
too far. Was I going to miss out on my chance to satisfy this crazy burning 
that I had inside me? 

"But then he broke out into the widest grin I had ever seen on a guy. And as 
soon as I saw that I knew that not only was I going to get what I wanted, 
but maybe I was going to end up with him in the palm of my hand. 

"'You ... you mean you want to...? ' He stammered as if he couldn't make up 
his mind what to say next. 

"'I can't believe it! Why I thought ... well, I thought that I was going to 
have a bitch of a time just getting in your pants, and here you want to ... 
you actually asked to suck my prick!' 

"Well, to tell you the truth I couldn't figure out why he was so surprised. 
Was it possible that he knew about my hang up and was just shocked that I 
had finally managed to speak my mind? I couldn't believe that. I hadn't let 
on to anyone about my compulsive urge to suck cock except to the 
psychiatrist. I hadn't even told my friend who recommended him about why I 
wanted to go. But then the mystery was solved when Paul took me in his arms 
and explained. 

"'I'm sorry, Cheryl, it's just that ... well, I've been after your cunt for 
so long-ever since I first saw you as a matter-of-fact. And it's just that 
you didn't seem to pay any attention to me. I mean, maybe you were just 
being shy or something, but it sure seemed like you were awfully 
indifferent. And then when I drove you home that time, I thought that maybe 
you'd ask me up and I'd see if you were interested or not. But you didn't 
and, well, I figured that maybe you just didn't like sex." 

"'But yet,' I said, 'you just admitted that you wanted to fuck me." 

"'Well sure. I mean, after all, if a guy's normal he's just got to try to 
fuck everything. I figured that I'd get you drunk or something and then 
shove it to you, hose you down and pull out before you even knew what hit 
you. But when you come right out and ask to do a guy a favor like that ... 
wow! It just bowled me over!' 

"I was so happy at that moment that I thought I would break down and cry all 
over Paul's naked body. I felt like I did years ago when I finally came of 
age and got my driver's license. It was a sense of fulfillment and 
satisfaction that would be only comparable to finally getting the kind of 
sex that I had been aching for so many years. 

"Then Paul settled back on the sofa, working his crotch area out to the very 
edge. Rubbing his hands up and down his thighs he said to me: "'Okay doll, 
come and get it! Chow down on this meat and potatoes and eat your fill!' 

"I took a deep breath and sat down on the floor between his legs. I rested 
my head against one muscular thigh, and began to stroke the other one with 
my hand. I was finally having a contact with a boy's sex that I was really 
looking forward to, and I didn't aim to spoil it by rushing and making a 
wrong move. 

"Paul put his arms up behind his head and rested his head against them while 
he spread his legs even wider and gave me plenty of room to go to work, 
which I did. 

"I slowly edged my head up his thigh until I was face to face with his 
crotch. Already I could smell his male scent, and it wasn't unpleasant at 
all. As a matter-of-fact, it started to make things happen inside my tits 
and my cunt that had never happened before. I had come before, naturally, 
but mainly from rubbing my clit. This time it was a real live boy and his 
cock that was making the juices start inside me. 

"Knowing then that it was one of the most important actions of my life, I 
slowly moved my head toward that cock. Even without my touching it very much 
it had grown to what seemed like giant proportions. It stuck out from Paul's 
flat abdomen about eight or nine inches, and I began to wonder just how much 
of that shaft I'd be able to take in my mouth. 

"Right at the tip of it was a big ball-like thing that was his cock head. It 
looked hard but actually it was very soft and mushy to my touch. There was a 
little opening right at the end, and I could see a little pearly glob of his 
cream lingering there. I guess the juices were working inside him, too. 

"The head was separated from the rest of the prick by a thick ridge that ran 
all the way around it. And behind the cock head the rest of that cock grew 
back, widening little by little until it disappeared in a forest of short, 
black hairs. 

"The skin of the shaft was drawn tight, and it looked very smooth, except 
for a couple of veins running here and there. I gripped it with my hand and 
couldn't help shivering a little from the heat inside it. Then I noticed my 
whole body start to shiver and I parted my lips and touched the tip of the 
dick head with my tongue. 

"Although I hadn't meant to, my tongue lapped up that little glob of cream 
and instinctively my taste buds began to tingle from the salty, meaty flavor 
of Paul's seed. In a way it tasted a little like the juice from a pork roast 
that I had had for dinner recently, and I got the feeling that I would 
really like the taste of it when I got a whole mouthful! 

"Well, I took a little time licking around that bulb-like head, and I could 
tell that Paul was getting a little restless. Then he told me to stop 
teasing his cock and give it the real thing. 

"I decided I might as well make the plunge and so I dipped down on his dick, 
letting about eight of its nine inches fill my mouth and throat. And 
immediately I started to gag and choke and Paul had to slap me on the back a 
few times to straighten me out. 

"Then he told me to take it easy for my first time, and only work on as much 
as I could comfortably take. So I started in again, this time working my way 
down his prick very gradually until I had managed to get in about 
three-quarters of it. This turned out to be more comfortable. 

"I would have liked to have seen myself right at that moment. I knew that my 
eyes were bugging out as wide as could be, and my jaw was stretched so wide 
that it was beginning to hurt. But what I looked like didn't matter. What I 
was feeling did. 

"Just getting a taste of Paul's cock was doing crazy, wonderful things to 
me, and I started sliding my mouth up and down that prick to increase the 
ecstasy that was starting to overtake my body. Then, as I got the hang of 
letting a lot of spit accumulate in my mouth so that sliding up and down was 
easy, I started to try to apply some suction. 

"I pressed my lips together tightly and started to draw in, just as if I was 
sucking on a straw. I sucked and sucked, keeping up my sliding motion going 
the whole time. Then I added something new. I started to wiggle my tongue 
around so that it whipped back and forth along that hard piece of meat every 
time I pulled my mouth back and shoved it down again. 

"Then I decided that I had gotten the hang of this business, and so I 
started going faster and faster. And when I did that Paul began to buck up 
and down on the sofa, and it seemed as if he was shoving his cock back into 
my mouth every time I pulled back for the next stroke. 

"I started going faster and faster, and my head began to swim. I could 
already feel the wetness coming from my cunt, and the little jolts and jabs 
of electricity that filled my twat just before a come started. I almost 
reached down to diddle my clit, but I realized soon enough that now I didn't 
need to do it anymore. Cocksucking was my bag and that was how I'd get my 
kicks. And they were long overdue, too! 

"I began to suck furiously, unable to cope with the unfamiliar frenzy that 
was taking over my body. My mouth ran back and forth along the hardness of 
Paul's hot cock, and I began to dig my fingers into his thighs, gripping him 
in an effort to know that I was not flying around somewhere up in the 
clouds. 

"And I must have been doing something right because Paul's head was back 
against the back of the sofa and he was rolling it from side to side, as if 
he was in some kind of trance. I could feel his cock give a throb every now 
and then, and whenever it did he sort of jerked forward a little, pushing 
his prick even deeper down my throat. 

"I began to smell his scent more now, probably because he was sweating so 
much down in his crotch. His cock was wet as all hell, and not from sweat, 
either. So much of my spit was covering it that the wetness was running down 
off his cock and into that wiry black hair that surrounded it. Some was even 
dribbling down onto his hairy balls. 

"'Get ready, honey,' Paul breathed heavily, 'it's coming ... I can feel it 
coming!' 

"My heart quickened as I realized what he meant. Soon, very soon now I would 
be experiencing my first mouthful of cock cream, and I sucked even faster to 
hurry it up. And the way my cunt was contracting I didn't think I could hold 
off my come any longer. 

"I wanted to cry out from the sheer ecstasy that was coursing through my 
cunt and up into every muscle and fiber of my body. I wanted to open my 
mouth and scream, but I didn't want to let loose of that throbbing hot cock. 
And just as the dam broke inside me and my cunt juices started to run out of 
my contracting cunt, Paul gave a few quick heaves with his hips and threw 
his head back hard, crying out wildly as he did so. 

"And then I felt a hot stream of salty thickness shoot from his cock and 
land against the back of my mouth. I opened my eyes wide in a reaction to 
this spurt and before I could even work my tongue around his cock to taste 
what was coming out, another great stream shot into my mouth and down my 
throat with incredible force. 

"Jet after jet of the stuff spurted into me and soon I had no trouble 
getting a good taste. It was wonderful-better than anything I could have 
imagined. I gripped that cock with both hands and held it steady while it 
continued to spurt into my mouth. It was jumping now from the force of the 
throbs and the spurting contractions, and I certainly didn't want to take a 
chance of it jumping right out of my mouth and shooting out where it 
wouldn't do any good. 

"Finally the deluge was over, and I slid my hand back and forth along Paul's 
dick a few times to make sure that I had gotten all of that hot milk. I did 
manage to squeeze out a few more drops, and these I savored with my tongue 
until they merged with my own spit and were gone. 

"I looked up at Paul to see his face, and he took a few deep breaths and 
sighed. Then he sprawled out even more on the sofa and sort of melted. And 
on his face was the look of pure contentment. That made me feel even better. 

"I had just had the best come in my life, and I had it without the aid of 
anything being shoved up my cunt, like everybody thinks you need. I got it 
from a prick, all right, but a prick in the right place. That made all the 
difference in the world. 

"'Honey,' Paul said lazily, 'did anybody ever tell you that you were one 
hell of a cocksucker?' 

"What a joke that was! No, I told him, nobody ever had. I tried my best to 
keep a straight face. 

"'Well I just wonder,' he went on, 'if you fuck as well as you suck." 

"Shit! I figured that I might as well lay it right on the line and admit 
that I'd never tried. And when I did tell him, I could see his jaw just 
about hit the floor! He sort of stammered a little while, and then managed 
to ask me if I'd like him to break me in. 

"Well, I figured what the hell! If I'm going to meet up with a lot of guys, 
the question of fucking is going to come up soon enough. Paul might as well 
be the one to take my cherry. After all, he just did, only in another way. 

"So I told him yes, and he lay down on the floor and with little to do in 
the way of preparation, just rammed his cock into my snatch right up to its 
hairy hilt! I bit down hard on my-lip as I felt my cherry split open and my 
pussy get filled with that hunk of beef. 

"But I didn't have too much time to think about it, 'cause Paul began 
pounding my cunt with that cock like it was some kind of jackhammer. In and 
out he ripped, taking several long minutes and then finally shooting a wad 
into my twat. 

"He got up from me breathing heavy again and looking satisfied, but I can't 
say that I was. Even considering that it was my first fuck, I still got 
nothing out of it. It just seemed a big waste when I would have loved to 
have sucked him off again. 

"But I got my wish in a few minutes, when between the two of us we managed 
to get his dick hard again and I plopped it into my mouth, really working it 
over now with my lips and my tongue and even my teeth. After a little while 
I got another load out of him, which I drank down like it was vintage wine. 
There wasn't much to the load this time, but I figured that after having 
spurted three times in a row he didn't make it fast enough to keep up with 
the demand. 

"I knew then that I'd have to meet up with a number of boys if I was going 
to keep my needs satisfied. And through Paul I did meet a lot of guys who 
worked in the department store. Within a relatively short period of time I 
had gotten to know the cocks of guys in the sportswear department, the house 
wares department, ladies' lingerie and the entire bargain basement! 

"And just recently I had another dream, although I'm glad to admit that this 
was an entirely different kind. In the dream I'm working in my department 
and this great-looking young stud comes in with a bulge at his crotch that 
sticks out about a mile. He asks if this is the cocksucking department and I 
tell him that it is, and that we have them long and short, with and without 
teeth. Then he tells me that he'll take a dozen of each, and I ask him if it 
will be charge or cash!" 

 CASE HISTORY 

Sadie's Swap Party 

Sadie R. was an early high school dropout. She was barely sixteen when she 
left school and became a waitress in a diner catering mostly to traveling 
salesmen, truck drivers and the usual town drifters. Every time a strange 
man came into the restaurant, her thighs felt an exciting moisture, and her 
eyes got glassy as they focused on the front of the man's trousers. 

One Friday night she'd sexed it up with five traveling salesmen. One had 
been a hulking black brute. It had been a rather horrible experience, and 
she tried not to think of it. 

But the scene kept intruding upon her mind. There'd been the five men, four 
girls, and an almost endless round of swapping, fucking, sucking, drinking, 
nakedness and uninhibited sex. 

She would never forget Mike, the black man. 

She would never forget being drunk, lying naked on the bed on her side with 
Bob's hard cock in her mouth-with Alex's huge pole working into her ass-with 
Carl's equally big cock sunk into her pussy, rubbing and jostling in her 
guts against Alex's cock, the two separated only by a thin membrane-as she 
used both hands to jack Mike and the other man off. Mike had the biggest 
blackest cock she'd ever seen, and she hadn't been able to take it. 

She was sore yet from all that had happened. But she was also the center, 
the focus of all eyes, and the receiver of all kinds of propositions. 
Especially from Mike. 

And Mike turned her on. Oh, how she wished she could get all of his big tool 
in her snatch, but it was impossible. She could only get the head of it in 
her mouth and when he'd tried to force it into her pussy, it had been pure 
hell. 

He picked her up after work that evening and took her for a ride. He found a 
private place far out in the country and turned off the main road. When he 
parked at a beautiful picnic site, Sadie unbuckled her seat belt and got out 
of the car. She actually felt a little dizzy from wanting Mike, and from a 
sudden fear. 

Mike was smiling. He took her hand and led her over to a picnic table. He 
kissed her once, but it was a soft, chaste kiss. 

Sadie began trembling. He took her hand again. "Come," he said, "let's look 
around." 

He pulled her to her feet, and she went suspiciously and cautiously with 
him. Fear and dread spread through Sadie's mind like a stain. 

They went down a dark lane to the edge of a river. Mike stopped and took her 
into his arms. They kissed, and Sadie pressed her body to him and her 
nipples expanded almost painfully against the confinement of her bra. 

They lost balance and toppled to the ground. The ground was soft and mossy, 
and they seemed to sink into it. Sadie was overcome with a floating 
sensation. 

She laughed when Mike's hands explored her breasts, squeezing, rubbing 
gently. She arched her back and pushed her breasts against his hands. "Ummm, 
that feels good," she said. 

"Want me to do more?" 

"Oh, Mike, you'll hurt me!" 

He kissed her ass his hands roamed under her short skirt. He pushed his hand 
under her elastic leg bands and stroked her pussy lips until they became 
wet. Shivers of excitement went through Sadie. 

Slowly, she unzipped his pants and found his hard cock. She shivered at the 
size of it, then engulfed its head with her lips. She sighed and closed her 
eyes as her tongue played with its tip. The sensation of sliding her tongue 
up and down the underside of his thing was sensual and satisfying. She 
pushed her hands under his pants and locked his weight against her. She 
plunged her tongue once more down the side of his shaft, and Mike groaned. 

"Oh, God, Sadie, when you do that-" 

She kept her face tight against him, his cock warm against her cheeks. She 
inhaled his male smell, absorbed his warmth. He was already gasping and 
moaning as an orgasm built swiftly in his loins. Sadie moved so he couldn't 
reach her thighs. 

She wanted him. She wanted to give him the ultimate pleasure. She wanted 
that hard meat of his inside her! 

But she was scared of its size. 

He moved to bury his cock in her belly. He gripped her arms. "Oh-uh-uhhh!" 
he cried. 

At that moment, he reached his peak, and his semen began spurting onto her 
belly, thick and hot. He moaned and groaned. 

After he rolled away, Sadie lubricated herself with his own juices. 

It took Mike only about five minutes to get a hard-on again. He looked at 
Sadie, and his gaze was very intent. A shiver went through her. Could she 
take his cock? She looked at it, and the sick, all-gone feeling in her 
stomach got worse. She began breathing fast, open-mouthed. 

"No-please, no-," she begged. 

"Please, let me try." 

He poised himself above her and with his hands, brought his hard cock to the 
lips of her cunt. It was long and thick, and its skin drew back to reveal a 
large, violet head. 

Her fingers dug into his neck. She was gasping. 

"Look at it," he said. "You want it. You want me to fuck you!" 

Her gaze fastened on his projecting cock. It was slowly parting her cunt 
lips. 

Mike pushed his hips closer-closer. Sadie was pinned down. She could not 
move. His cock entered her pussy, and the heat of it was like a brand. 

"Oh, Christ, it hurts!" Sadie cried. 

"Take it, Sadie. I'll be gentle. I want to come in you. It will feel so 
good. You know you want it-" 

Sadie sobbed. She could no longer stand the pain. "Oh, Mike, don't push it 
any further. Please, Mike-" 

He waited, the head of his cock between her pussy lips. He nuzzled her lips, 
and a great sea of despair and need rose to claim Sadie's entire being. 

She spread her legs and felt his warm, silky glans. She pressed her hands on 
his back and pushed downward. Mike pushed his cock into her, long inches of 
it, deep into her body. 

Sadie writhed and moaned. 

Mike fucked it to her. 

It was over quickly. He caressed her hair and groaned, "Fuck-fuck-fuck-." At 
the end, his voice shook, and he was panting. His fingers dug into her 
scalp. 

He sent three splashes of semen into her, grunting over her head. She pushed 
upward to receive his juices. She fucked him until there was no more 
pleasure left to give, until he pulled his huge, hot cock from her pussy. 

Sadie looked down and saw she was bleeding. The crimson liquid ran down both 
her legs. Mike turned away, and she thought he was going to vomit. She tried 
to get up, but the pain forced her back on the grass. 

"Oh, Sadie, I didn't intend to hurt you," Mike wailed. "Can you stand up?" 

When Sadie tried, she couldn't. 

"Shall I get you to a doctor?" Mike asked. 

"Not unless you have to. Let me rest a minute, and I'll try to get up 
again." 

"This is a terrible thing I did to you," Mike said, bitterness in his voice. 

"I love you, Mike-so much-" 

"And I love you. But this is awful." Mike was shaking like a leaf. Finally, 
he added, "Let me help you to the car. I'll get you to town, and by then we 
ought to know if you need a doctor." 

Fresh tears welled up in Sadie's eyes as she nodded. Mike helped her into 
the car, and she cried all the way to town. 

However, the pain had somewhat subsided. She was crying because she feared 
she could never fuck Mike properly. The best she could do was watch some 
other girl take what he had in some sort of swap party. 

She huddled on the seat and wanted to die. 

Sadie was miserable in the days that followed. For two whole days, she was 
confined to her bed. She had no desire for food, and when she tried to 
sleep, her dreams tormented her. Still she wanted Mike's huge cock in her. 
Couldn't something be done? Why couldn't she stretch to accommodate it? 

On Thursday evening, there wasn't much business at the restaurant. Sadie was 
moping over the counter when the salesman named Carl came in. She looked up, 
and there he was. 

He sat down beside her. "Sadie, what's going on? What's wrong?" he asked. 

"Nothing," she said dully. 

He kept probing, and finally, she thought: Hell, why not tell him? She did. 

"There's something a girl can do about a thing like that," he said. 

"What?" 

"See a doctor." 

"Oh, shit!" Sadie couldn't help feeling vindictive and cruel. "Leave me 
alone, Carl," she said. "I-I don't want to see you." 

"No. I want to help you do something about this," he said. "It's damned 
important!" He grabbed her hand. "Come on!" 

She let him pull her to his car. He said testily, "Get in! We're going for a 
drive, and we're going to talk until we get this thing settled!" 

Sadie acted reluctant, but even then, she hoped he could do something about 
her condition. 

He drove north on the highway. 

"Okay, now, why don't you want to see a doctor?" 

"Oh, Carl, I've been fucking a lot, and I don't want any doctor to know 
about me!" Her voice sounded dead. 

"A doctor won't give a shit about your sex life!" Carl had pulled off the 
highway and stopped. He turned and said, "Let me have it. Let me try to 
stretch you." 

Sadie stared at her hands in her lap. "I want to. I can't resist when 
someone asks." She fought back her tears, and her voice became gaspy and 
hesitant. "But, Carl, I'm sore-sore." 

He stared at her, and she could feel his eyes. 

"Yes, I know," he told her. "But I'll be careful." 

"All right, Carl, if you're telling the truth-" 

It was a weird session. Sadie became all tied up with love and belonging. 
She was greedy as she tried to take Carl's hard cock. It hurt-hurt. 

"You're a compulsive fucker," Carl told her. 

She agreed. "Yes, I've been this way since I was six years old," she said. 

Carl penetrated her, but the pain was so great she made him take it out. 

"Oh, Jesus," he said, shaking his head, "You've got to get help!" 

He started the car again and pulled back onto the highway. He drove, without 
speaking, to a side road that curved up into the mountains. High on a ridge, 
there was a house. Carl drove up to it and stopped. 

"A friend lives here," he told Sadie, taking a deep breath. 

"So what?" she asked. 

"He and his wife like a good party. And he's not too big." He hit the 
steering wheel with his palm. "I'm hot for pussy! I'm a sizzling bomb!" 

"I'm sorry, Carl." 

"And if you can't take it, old Sid likes a suck job." 

Sadie couldn't speak. She just nodded. Her cheeks were wet with tears, and 
she began sobbing. "I've sucked off a lot of boys. I started when I was 
eight." Sadie felt a terrible misery in her. 

Carl kissed her. She sought his mouth hungrily, enjoying the sweetness of 
his lips, the exciting magic of his tongue. She wanted to suck him off to 
start with, fill her mouth with his cock, his semen. 

He helped her out of the car and up the walk. Sid and Jean Conway met them 
at the door. After short introductions, things happened fast. Sadie ran 
Sid's zipper down and reached into his pants. She found his hard cock and 
pulled it up, doing things to it delicately. It wasn't very big. 

But it made her breathe fast. Aroused by the feel of his cock in her hand, 
she whispered, "I want it in me!" She slid around and spread her legs to 
receive it, sinking back in utter content as Sid mounted her. 

He went deep into her easily. She strained upward to take all he had. Then 
she closed her eyes. 

He pressed even deeper, and she smelled male sweat. She bucked and moaned 
with happiness. The pain was gone-everything was gone but his wonderful 
cock. She began a slow raising and dipping of her hips. Her pussy was wet 
and hot for him. 

Long, slow, delicious moments passed. Then she began to tense. Sid's 
breathing speeded up as she tightened her pussy lips around his shaft. She 
gripped his thighs as he gripped her waist. 

"Oh, Jesus, Sadie-" 

He began to plunge harder. Sadie moaned. He was panting very fast, his body 
tensed. "Ohhh-uhhh-" 

Thick spurts of semen splashed into her. She loved it. She writhed under him 
as he moaned and continued spurting more and more. 

Finally, it ended, and Sadie opened her eyes. The world was still there, 
unchanged. Carl and Jean were in throes of an orgasm. Carl moaned over her, 
his fists clenched. 

After about ten minutes, Sadie and Carl returned to the car. He shut the 
door and asked, "Satisfied?" 

"Yes, temporarily," she said. 

"Well, you fuck around with short-horns, like Sid," Carl said. "Later, we'll 
find bigger cocks-and little by little-" 

An irrational fear suffocated Sadie. 

"We'll get you stretched to take Mike, darling-" 

She pushed at him. "No-no!" She was afraid she'd be able only to take a cock 
up to a certain size. Beyond that, there would be only pain and the ripping 
of her insides. She'd never be able to accommodate Mike! 

They rode along in cold silence. 

Finally, Carl asked, "Won't you try?" 

"Well, all right," she said. 

He drove her back to the restaurant. 

Sadie learned that some five million couples in the United States enjoy an 
exchange of partners for sexual intercourse. They are both marrieds and 
singles. One out of every ten married couples have participated in spouse 
swapping. And the figures are increasing. 

Mostly, these swap parties are instigated by men. Men are by nature more 
swap minded than women. Women, as a rule, are promiscuous only when tired of 
a lover. 

Or, as in Sadie's case, they are unable to accommodate their lover. 

Sadie and Mike began doing a lot of swapping. Lying close to Mike and his 
partner, Sadie would grab him in the throes of her orgasm and reap great 
excitement from his touch, his kiss. Then she would become frightened and 
unhappy because it wasn't his huge, hard cock in her. 

At times, a resentment and hostility brewed in Sadie, and made her feel 
insecure. Her sense of unrest engendered disharmony, and, at times, she 
would quarrel with Mike. 

But, finally, after a period of sex with other men less endowed, Sadie again 
found the courage to try to take Mike's big cock. 

Things were better than before, though fucking was still painful. Mike was 
patient and careful. The first time he fucked her after their period of 
swapping, he got her drunk, hoping it wouldn't hurt so badly. He started 
kissing her and saying, "I love you-I love you." Then he flattened her on 
the bed. 

He was hot as hell, and his big cock stabbed at her belly. She was getting 
pretty hot herself and was delighted when one of his hands found her pussy. 
She wanted his tremendous cock that was long and thick and strong. She 
wanted it buried deep in her. Jesus, she was wet between the legs! Mike 
looked tense as he hovered above her. 

"Oh, fuck me, Mike!" she cried. 

He was acting frantic as he got his cock between her legs. She took it in 
her hand and guided it to her hole. Mike poised there for a moment, then 
slowly, carefully forced it in. 

He began pumping, making his ass go up and down, forward and back. He hurt 
terribly-and yet he felt deliciously good! 

He found his pace and pistoned in and out of her cunt until Sadie wanted to 
scream from the joy of it. She sensed that he was about to come, so she put 
her hands on both sides of his ass and gave him the works. She fucked him 
like he'd never been fucked before, she knew, giving him a hell of a hump. 

He gasped and moaned, and she felt his hot juices painting her whole 
insides. He came, and he kept coming, and he kept on trying to come after 
he'd stopped coming. She'd given him the best she had, which was an awful 
lot. 

Pretty soon, he wanted it again. And again. 

Sadie got pregnant. 

So they were married because they were in love. 

In the beginning, they continued to indulge in swap parties. But the truth 
was that Mike was the most satisfying partner, and he kept insisting that 
Sadie was, too. Eventually, they stopped swapping. 

Sadie had her baby, a sweet little girl. 

After the birth of little Susie, Sadie's cunt seemed to have stretched. But 
it was still snug and tight, and Mike said it was the best pussy he'd ever 
had. 

Sex was wonderful for the two of them. Sweet pussy! Big cock! And action, 
man! Sadie would beg, "Screw me, Mike!" Mike's cock would instantly rise to 
a full erection, and they'd both start panting for a come. Mike would prong 
her deep and true, burying his huge spear in her to the handle. He'd pump 
away, and Sadie would writhe and groan under him. 

"I'm coming!" he'd yell. Sadie would feel herself coming, too. 

He'd shoot spurts and spurts of semen into her. 

And that was their reward for patience and the ability to keep trying. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Fellatio for a Tired Husband 

Margo and Frank had been childhood sweethearts. As soon as Margo was 
graduated from high school they had married. Frank took a job at an auto 
supply firm, having decided not to go on to college, and they settled down 
to the routine of married life. 

Part of this routine was, of course, their fucking. Margo loved sex. She had 
wanted Frank to fuck her a long time ago, long before they were married, but 
he didn't believe in it. He told her that he wanted to save her until they 
were married, in the same way that he wanted her not to do anything with 
anybody else. 

"Will you promise not to fuck with anyone?" he had asked her. "I won't touch 
you until after we're married, but I want your solemn word that you won't 
let any guy get his cock into you either." 

Margo had laughingly agreed to such a promise. She fleetingly thought of her 
past sexual experiences, the experiences that had occurred only during her 
last two years in high school. 

Margo had fucked around with several boys, although not since she and Frank 
had decided to marry. She had been faithful to him from that point on. But 
one thing she had learned in her fucking around was how so many of the boys 
liked to be sucked. 

And she had found out how much she had liked to suck them off. There was 
something about it that really got the juices flowing inside her, and once 
or twice she had thought that she was right on the verge of coming, just 
from sucking a cock. 

But it had been awhile since she did anything like that, and since Frank 
didn't want sex before marriage, she hadn't had the opportunity to taste his 
cock and his cream to see how much she liked it. 

Frank fucked her pretty much like the other boys had, only it seemed that 
sometimes he didn't have quite the energy and vitality for screwing that 
Margo would have liked him to have. Frank worked very hard at the auto 
supply firm, trying his best to earn enough points to qualify for a 
promotion. As a consequence he came home from work far more tired than most 
young married men. 

Many times they would undress, anxious for a nice long bout of screwing, and 
Frank would climb up and nestle himself between Margo's long slim legs. He 
would burrow his face down in her bush and get a good mouthful of his wife's 
cunt hair. 

Then he'd pull his head back as if he were trying to pull the cunt hair out 
by the roots. He'd tug and pull and this would get Margo's box all hot and 
wet. Then he'd rub his face up and down her slit, letting his tongue travel 
in and out of the fleshy folds. 

Occasionally he would grip her clit between his lips and press hard on it, 
giving it little tugs just as he had tugged her cunt hair. And usually while 
he was doing this he'd be holding onto Margo's boobs and flicking his thumb 
back and forth across her hardening nipples. 

This was all fine with Margo except for one thing. He never did it long 
enough. It seemed that Frank was always so anxious to get his prick inside 
her snatch that he only spent just enough time licking her cunt and flicking 
her nipples to arouse her only slightly. Margo wished he'd do it all so much 
longer. 

And then, finally he'd slip his cock all the way up her juicing twat. Margo 
remembered that some of the other guys who had fucked her had liked to sort 
of tease her a little, letting their cock heads slide back and forth and up 
and down her slit a little before they sank it into her. 

And she remembered one guy who had given it to her about a half inch at a 
time. He sank his cock into her box so slowly and so gradually that she was 
about to scream out from sheer torture before he finally jammed it all the 
way into her. 

But poor Frank didn't seem to come up with these imaginative fucking 
methods. He just wanted to sink it in, slosh it around a few times and give 
her a little dollop of cream. Margo decided that she would have to think of 
something. 

And then one day Frank came home especially tired. It had been inventory 
time and he had been working late for the past few nights, this one in 
particular. They went to bed as usual, and Margo was especially hot for his 
cock. She had been reading a sex magazine during the day and by the time her 
husband came home she was aroused and hot to trot. 

As soon as she saw Frank and how tired he looked, she knew she was going to 
be in for trouble. She wanted his hot, hard cock more than anything in the 
world, and yet she could see that she was going to have a hell of a time 
getting it. 

After they stripped and got into bed, Frank's cock managed to get half a 
hard-on. He started to suck her pussy and massage her boobs, but it didn't 
help. Several times he tried to get it into her, hoping that it would get 
bigger once it made contact, but no such luck. 

And then Margo had an idea. She remembered how sucking on a cock had usually 
made it get bigger and harder, even when it was already big and hard. And 
she remembered something else. She remembered just how fond she was of 
sucking hot cock. Then she knew what she had to do. 

She told Frank to lie back on the bed, and draw his arms up behind his head. 
Then she spread his legs apart for him, exposing his crotch to the assault 
that she had planned. Frank really didn't have a very good idea of what was 
coming off. 

Don't forget, his previous sex experience had been somewhat limited. 

Margo worked herself up between her husband's legs until her head was near 
his stomach. Then she laid her head down and caressed his flat stomach with 
her cheek. He had a reasonable amount of hair over his chest and stomach and 
Margo began to run her tongue around in the hair, getting it good and wet. 

Then she started working a little lower, dipping down to his bellybutton and 
letting her tongue work around and around in the hole. She didn't get that 
much out of what she was doing, because, at the moment, she was much more 
interested in sucking cock, but she knew from past experience that this was 
the sort of thing that really turned a guy on, and Frank would be no 
exception. 

He was starting to move around and thrash a little bit, although Margo could 
see out of the corner of her eye that even while Frank was enjoying what was 
being done to him, he was a little uncertain about exactly what was coming 
next. 

Well, that was all right, figured Margo. After all, the best was yet to 
come, and she thought to herself that probably poor old Frank had never had 
his cock sucked before. He would really jump out of his skin when she 
wrapped her hot mouth around his cock and let her lips and tongue go to work 
on him. Wow! 

Then, after she had licked out his bellybutton for several long minutes 
Margo went lower and let her face run around and around in her husband's 
wiry black cock hair. Frank's cock hair really excited Margo, mainly because 
it was so close to the object of her affection, his meaty cock. 

She worked her face around and around in his kinky hair and let her tongue 
snake out and lick a little at the same time. Then she took a bite into his 
little forest and got a special thrill while she felt the thin hair run 
through the cracks between her teeth. 

Still Frank didn't know what was coming off, but the excruciating pleasure 
that his wife was bringing to him was a little too much to complain about, 
and he just lay there while she let her mouth do its thing. At this point 
Margo got a little rougher, and tried to show Frank how she would have liked 
this kind of thing if he had had the same interest in her. 

Margo sucked on Frank's cock hair and nibbled on him just as long as she 
could possibly stand it, and then she knew that she had to duck down and 
start in on his cock. So without further to do, she began to suck her 
husband off. 

She began very slowly, so as not to frighten him. After all, he hadn't had 
the pleasure of a cock suck before, and now he was going to find out what it 
was really like when performed by someone who really cared about her work. 
And Margo did care about her work. She was a born cocksucker, as time would 
soon show. 

She opened her mouth slightly and allowed her husband's cock head to enter. 
Because he was as tired as he was, his cock wasn't fully hard, but even so 
the liquid hotness of his wife's mouth was enough to make him jolt. He 
instinctively closed his legs and after a few seconds when the tingling head 
began to get used to what was happening to it, Frank loosened his legs and 
Margo could breathe again. 

"Margo, what...?" 

Frank tried to get the words out. He wanted to know what was happening to 
him, but she was so caught up in the conflicting emotions that were covering 
him that he didn't know what to say. He felt that he should make some effort 
to fight what was being done to him, and yet it felt so fucking good that he 
didn't want it to stop. 

Margo started to lick her husband's cock head, and little by little, very 
gradually, she felt that cock begin to stiffen and throb. Frank felt the 
hardening pleasure that was coming over him and he just lay back and relaxed 
and let Margo's mouth work its magic on him. By now Frank's cock was just 
about all the way hard, and Margo took more and more of it in her mouth, 
until finally her face was nestled right up in his cock hair and she had his 
full, hard length in her mouth and down her throat. 

Frank stiffened again, but this time out of sheer ecstasy. Margo heard him 
moan softly, and she knew that it was time for her to start work. Very 
slowly she began to slide her mouth up and down on his cock, until finally 
she had the whole length of it greased up. 

Up and down she went, and with every downward motion Margo flicked her 
tongue around and around that hard shaft, paying particular attention to the 
engorged mushroom head. Sometimes she dipped her tongue into the little slit 
that Frank's come spurted from, and he really wiggled when she did that! 

Then she wrapped her lips tightly around his cock and when she had a firm 
grip she jerked her head back, making an effort as if to pull Frank's cock 
right out by the roots. She did this several times while he thrashed and 
quivered around on the bed. 

Then she pulled her head back and let his hard, throbbing cock slide out of 
her mouth. But she didn't stop her lips and tongue from sucking. Oh, no. She 
went just a little lower and sucked in one of her husband's balls, letting 
her tongue run around and around it while she drew it deeper into her mouth. 

She worked on that ball in this way for several long minutes, and then she 
went on and did the other one in the same way. Then, after she finished 
that, she gulped both of them in her mouth at the same time and let her 
tongue rub against first one and then the other. Then she used her tongue to 
make both balls rub against each other. 

Frank was slowly going out of his mind, but still Margo wasn't finished with 
his meat. She worked her tongue up and down each crevice along her husband's 
cock and balls, finally dipping down and working between his tight ass 
cheeks. 

Frank really tightened when she did this, but he quickly loosened up when he 
felt the intense pleasure that was coming to him. Margo worked faster and 
faster, sometimes coming back to his cock and giving that a few licks and a 
few sucks just to keep it hard. 

Back to his ass and into the crack for a good lick or two there. Then, 
getting all of the strength behind her tongue that she had, Margo jammed 
forward and entered her husband's hole, letting her tongue sink deeply into 
his dark passage. 

Frank thrust his hips up from the bed and wiggled all the while his wife's 
tongue was spearing his ass. Margo could see what excitement this was 
bringing to her husband, so she worked faster and a little rougher, knowing 
that at this stage of excitement there was nothing to be gained by 
gentleness. 

But there was something that Margo was missing. She was missing the warm 
meaty taste of her husband's cock, which was only a few inches away from her 
mouth. She decided not to put off her own pleasure any longer. And besides, 
it felt as if her husband was begging to come. 

Margo swiftly went back to Frank's cock, taking its hard length in her mouth 
and chowing down on it right to the hilt. Up and down she let her mouth work 
on that spear until finally she felt her husband's body tense, and she knew 
that his come was very close. 

In a way Margo was a little sad since she liked the taste and the feel of a 
cock like her husband's, but she was also anxious to get another good 
mouthful of that creamy cock juice. It had been so many years since she had 
had a good dose, and now her time had come. 

Faster and faster she sucked cock, harder and harder her mouth worked on it, 
and tenser and tenser she felt the body underneath her get. Finally she knew 
the time had come when her husband started moaning and thrashing all over 
the place, and she felt that heavy cord that ran underneath his cock 
thicken. 

Suddenly her mouth was filled with creamy come, while her husband's cock 
throbbed and pulsated with mighty, heaving strokes jetting great streams of 
sperm into her mouth. Margo gulped each stream down as it jetted into her, 
and soon her mouth and throat were filled with the salty pork taste of male 
juice. 

And then, before she had known what had happened to her, Margo felt a wave 
of electricity flow through her, and she knew that she was coming herself. 
Something had triggered inside her and she was heading into her own powerful 
orgasm. 

And then wave after wave flowed over her body and she just rolled back, 
letting Frank's cock plop out of her mouth. She lay there clutching her 
boobs while she came, her cunt leaking her cunt juice all over the sheets. 
And then, after several long minutes after which Frank's cock had finished 
jetting hot sperm and Margo's cunt had finished coming, the two of them just 
lay there side by side, perfectly contented and thoroughly happy. 

Night after night Frank came home just as tired, and night after night he 
lay back while Margo's powerful mouth went to work on him, sucking his cock 
into hardness and finally drawing his cream out of his tubes. And then, as 
soon as her mouth was filled with cream, the cunt muscles would go to work 
and bring Margo to a glorious come of her own. 

For the first time in her married life she was coming every time she had 
sex, and from that point on every time she had sex meant sucking on her 
husband's cock. 

It was an excellent arrangement for this young couple although it should be 
mentioned that orality is not a sexual solution for all people. 

 CASE HISTORY 

The Lure of Fellatio 

"I've got a real soft dad, the sort that would do just about anything I 
wanted. Whenever I ask for the car keys, he always hands them over to 
me-never bothers to ask where I'm going or when I'll get back. He's a real 
doll. But I wonder if he'd still be a doll if he knew just what I did with 
that car of his. It's the greatest way ever to pick up guys. It's also the 
best way to get into those drive-in movies where the best guys are to be 
had. Or should I say the best cocks? Because that's just what I do at the 
drive-in. I look around for cock-cock for sucking, because, baby, that's my 
hang up. Cocksucking! 

"Maybe I should explain myself. It's just that I never seem to be able to 
get enough of pricksucking. Fucking's all right if you want to fuck, but 
some people are just cut out to do different things, you know what I mean? 

"Take me, for instance. I was born to suck cock. There's nothing else like 
it, and I don't want anything else. It's the only way I can get a good come 
for myself, as well as being able to bring the stud to a real hot come. And 
that's what they're after too, don't forget. 

"But the problem with going steady or anything like that is that a guy only 
has so much come in him, and then he's no good for a while. Well, I don't 
want that kind of shit. Let me tell you what I do to get my fill of good hot 
cocks and good creamy man-seed. 

"First of all I find a spot at the drive-in right near the back, where I can 
go about my operation without being observed by too many people behind me. I 
like to go there just about any time at all, but it's especially good when 
they're playing one of those teenage movies, you know. That really brings 
the young kids in. 

"Speaking of that, you'd be surprised how many guys come to the drive-in 
alone. Most of them I've sucked off ended up telling me that they had just 
had a fight with their girl or something like that, and had just gotten 
pissed off enough to come to the drive-in by themselves. Well, that's okay 
for me, but it sure is a shame for the other girl. She probably has no idea 
what a good cock her boyfriend has. 

"Anyway, what I do is hang around the refreshment stand until one of the 
boys comes around. I can always tell when he's alone because he only buys 
for himself. Although sometimes I've been wrong about that, for the guy has 
still come along for a quick blow job. After all, not all girls give their 
guys blow jobs, and the guys are hungry for them. 

"Anyway, what I do is meet up with one of the studs at the stand, and then I 
tell him right out what I want to do. There's not many guys who can resist a 
good-looking chick like me who comes right out and tells them that she wants 
to suck their cock. 

"Guys really like it when you drink down their juice. Lots of girls spit it 
out, I guess, but not me. After all, the juice is one of the best parts of 
the whole thing. To not drink that good hot juice would be like ordering an 
ice cream sundae and then not eating the ice cream! It just wouldn't make 
any sense! 

"Like I said, I don't have any trouble in getting them into my car. I always 
like to suck them off in my car, because I feel better in familiar 
surroundings. Well, anyway, I get them in my car and I get their pants down 
and their underwear down. 

"And then I just like to spend a few minutes playing with their cocks and 
getting them good and hard and hot. There's nothing like going to work on a 
nice throbbing cock. I mean to tell you, you can feel the little pulsations 
coming right through that cock and it makes your whole mouth tingle! 

"Well, anyway, after I've worked on that cock for a while and the guy is 
moaning and groaning all over the place, then I lose no time and suck it 
right into my mouth. I suck all of it in until I've got my face right down 
in the guy's hair and there's no more cock left for me to suck in. 

"I usually like to have the guy sit in back and put his legs up over the 
back of the front seat. That way his legs are spread real wide and I can get 
in there and really suck up a storm! 

"I suck and suck until the guy is right on the verge of shooting, and then I 
stop sucking for a while, although I still keep on massaging his cock and 
rubbing his balls around and around to keep him good and hot. Then, when I 
think he's calmed down a bit I start in on him again, sucking and sucking 
until finally he can't hold back any more, and neither can I. 

"I mean there just reaches a point where I've got to have my mouth filled 
with that good hot seed, and I suck and suck until finally he shoots off, 
hosing me down with a gallon or so, it seems. That's something wonderful, 
when that happens, I'm already well on my way to my own good leaky come. 

"Well, after I've sucked him off good and proper and I satisfy myself that 
he doesn't have a drop of cream left, I go back to the stand and wait to 
pick up another guy. And I usually get one within another five minutes or 
so. I guess there's something about my face that just tells them that I'm a 
born cocksucker. And a damned good one at that! 

"I would venture to say that I suck off about fifteen or twenty guys during 
the film. And when they have the dusk-to-dawn shows, wow!" 

 CASE HISTORY 

Psycho Ward Sex 

"Oh, fuck me, please fuck me! I need your cock so badly. Rip into my pussy, 
please, please!" Karen screeched the words in a blinding rage of sexual 
passion at the white-coated fifty-year-old man standing before her. 

Gently he drew her away from the stairs and the post where she had been 
grasping so intently. He smiled, not kindly, but lewdly, deep thoughts 
forming within his mind. Thoughts of sex. 

Karen Beal is a beautiful girl, all golden hair and pale white skin that's 
almost translucent. But her eyes are blank, sparked only with a very faint 
glow of the intelligence she once had. She whines a lot now, and she 
sometimes barks like a dog. 

When she talks, which isn't often, her words are always sexually oriented. 

She nearly killed one of the nurses one time. 

And she swears she will finish the job yet. 

Karen is in a psycho ward. She got there by a long route which started when 
her parents came home unexpectedly from a vacation and caught her with a 
swapping party going on in their home. 

Man, did it upset them to find their daughter screwing boy after boy! 

A whole string of psychiatrists have talked to Karen, trying to straighten 
her out. A few of them have laid her-not on the couch, but on a bed. One of 
them told her, "I want to help you, Karen. You're suffering. I know that. I 
can see you suffering. And why not? All life is suffering. We all have to 
give up something of what we are and what we like in order to be happy." 

Karen was a very sick girl. She knew she needed help. But there was one 
thing she wouldn't give up! Not Karen, who was a tiger in bed. 

Why couldn't the psychiatrists see that Karen couldn't give up fucking? When 
one gives up breathing, he is dead. Fucking, to Karen, was as natural as 
breathing, and without it, she was the same as dead. It wasn't the shock of 
having been caught screwing that had unbalanced Karen. It was the shock of 
being cut off from sex. It made her feel unsure of herself, but those damned 
psychiatrists didn't understand that. 

Neither did her parents. They had let her be carted off to the psycho ward. 

At times, she became so hot she had to have it in any way! Once, she edged 
up to the stair newel and gave it hell. She didn't care that a nurse was 
watching from the office doorway. 

The nurse reported her to the head doctor. 

He scratched his belly and leered. "She's quite a woman, It's a shame to 
waste all that good stuff on the stair post!" By now, Karen had torn her 
clothes off, too. 

The doctor went up behind her, and his hot breath was wet on her neck. "I'll 
handle her," he said to the nurse. 

The nurse's stiff, starched skirt made a rustling noise. "Karen," she said, 
"won't you let the doctor help you?" 

The girl crouched naked and writhing over the stair post, her cupped hands 
pulling it to her. She was caressing it, stroking, as her hips gyrated in a 
jerky tick-tock motion that made all the softness of her body jingle and 
bounce as she grasped the newel tightly. 

Behind her, the doctor laughed, thick and wet. 

"Karen," he said, touching her shoulder, "I want to help you. Oh, how I want 
to help you!" 

She kept making sinuous, frenzied love to the post, paying no attention to 
him. He tugged at her shoulder, trying to pull her away. 

She turned and spat into his face. 

His hand tightened on her flesh and he pulled her from the post. High and 
wild screams rang through the ward. 

The other patients heard, and the sound spread from its disturbed center to 
engulf everyone. The girl fell into the doctor's arms, but continued to 
wail. 

Suddenly, she was quiet. And then a knee lifted and plunged into the 
doctor's groin. He rolled away from it, fury in his eyes. He slapped her 
hard, and she landed in a heap in a corner. 

Immediately, help came. The doctor and the orderlies were able to get the 
girl to a bed. The girl's mouth was wet and red. Her legs kicked wildly, and 
her breasts heaved. 

The doctor gave her a shot of something, and her head reeled back, her eyes 
rolled upward to the ceiling. In moments, she was quiet. 

Now, the girl was sobbing, low and tonelessly. The doctor leered down at her 
naked body, her wet snatch. 

The nurse said, "We'd better get her to isolation. And, doctor-" 

"Yes?" 

"Keep your hands to yourself." 

He grinned sheepishly. "I won't bust her again." 

"That's not what I mean," the nurse said. 

He turned away. The doctor's mind was muddy. He'd liked seeing the girl make 
love to the stair post. He wouldn't mind having some of what that post got 
for himself! He was shivering all over. He wished the nurse would leave. 

He went to the narcotics cabinet and keyed it open. He filled a syringe with 
the proper dosage of sodium pentothal, and made a notation in the withdrawal 
book. Then he locked the cabinet again. 

He turned back, and the crisp starched nurse was gone. He went over and 
locked the door. He felt a quick eagerness as he moved again to the girl. 
Her red tongue lolled out of her mouth and dripped saliva. She was panting 
as if she had just run a long race. She was naked, and such a beautiful 
girl-all golden hair and pale white skin. She had trimly shaped breasts and 
molded hips, full-thighed and solid. 

She whined when he gave her the shot. Soon, she was relaxed and dangerous no 
more. He drew the needle out, and her eyelids began to grow heavy. They 
fluttered shut. She seemed to be in a dreamless sleep, and the doctor 
wondered if the medication would wipe away her terrible urge that had driven 
her to make physical love to the stair post. He hoped not. 

He dropped the hypodermic into his pocket. His lips curled. 

"Okay, kid," he mumbled. "Maybe you need this!" He opened his fly and 
wiggled his rising cock in the girl's face. She was so beautiful. She was 
made to love-He took a step closer, then quickly tore off his clothes. He 
was naked now, the same as she was, and his head felt as if it were 
floating. His cock was as hard as a brick. His hands felt for her breasts 
and pussy, and when he touched her, she moaned, "Oh, Jesus, do it to me!" 

"Yes, yes!" he said, his voice sounding tinny and flat. 

He got upon her and fucked her, and she bucked under him. Even though she 
was drugged, she was still crazy for a cock, pushing up to get all the 
doctor had. His rather large cock seemed to grow even larger in her cunt. 
She reached down and encircled its base with her fingers. He pumped slowly, 
feeling her juice deeper. He closed his eyes and was content. 

Now, the girl was whimpering as he plunged his cock into her. At last, his 
pleasure crested and broke, and he whimpered as he spurted semen deep into 
her well. She jerked, and a cry of pleasure escaped her lips. The thick, 
white semen oozed from her pussy and dribbled down her legs. Weird, bubbling 
sounds came from the doctor's throat. 

When, at last, he looked up, he gasped. The nurse was standing in the 
doorway, shock on her bony white face-and something else. She gave another 
sobbing gasp that ended with the sound of retching. And then she ran. 

For a split second, the doctor felt sorry for her. And then he hated her, 
hated her for her hypocrisy. She'd loved to watch him fuck, had wanted some 
herself. But she didn't have the guts to let her own emotions take over. 
Piss on her! 

He cursed as he put on his clothes and zipped himself up. Then he looked out 
and darted a nervous glance up and down the hallway. 

The nurse had vanished. To hell with her! He wondered then which of the two 
girls was the more unbalanced, really. He fingered the hypodermic in his 
pocket before he went down the hall. 

It was a case of the prude and the nympho, and the doctor didn't know which 
was worse. He was a modern-thinking man and believed in the loosening of 
sexual morals. He'd read a lot about Oriental ways and European 
sophistication, and he hoped honest knowledge would soon drain off the 
Puritanism in our traditional rigidities. 

The sophisticates, he believed, had shown us that much of what was once 
thought to be vice in that area of sex is not vicious at all. The fettered 
ones suffer, if he could believe the testimonies of his women patients, and 
the unfettered ones enjoy life more. Not that sexual freedom alone is a good 
remedy for the psycho-sexual problems of a Christian people. 

Sexual intercourse can be much more than a mere physical experience. It can 
involve the mind and emotions, blending selfless benevolence with 
self-interest, to the enrichment of both participants. 

The material-egoistic approach leads to coarseness and brutality, so it 
fails to realize the potential value of the sexual experience. The Christian 
Westerner attempts too often to mentalize the experience, minimizes and 
finally denies the legitimate needs of the flesh. By going against nature, 
he sickens both his body and mind. 

Most Americans are fouled up on sex. While paying lip service to the old 
doctrines, they are, at the same time, in rebellion against them. 
Consequently, a loveless promiscuity results, an un-tempered sexuality, and 
often brutality. 

The pistol becomes the penis symbol, and if rape is not done with a hard 
cock, it is done with a gun. The breakdown in the area of values has left a 
void covered over by what is often misunderstood as psychopathic. 

And we restrain the sex impulses of the young. We defer sexual intercourse 
beyond the time when it is first desired and the individual is competent to 
engage in it. This practice is fraught with great risks. 

For the longer normal sexual fulfillment is denied, the greater are the 
chances that a satisfactory sexual life will be impossible. Sexual and 
mental disorders are likely to beset those who live in sexual starvation. A 
system of morality which condemns much of our sexual behavior may largely 
negate the benefits of regular gratification, and even make full 
gratification impossible. The individual who abides by prohibitions will 
have to suffer both frustrations and guilt. The individual who ignores the 
prohibitions may avoid frustrations, but he usually will not be able to 
avoid the guilt. 

Our official morality has proved itself a restraint to change. It is 
unrealistic in the light of modern science, for science is far ahead of the 
law. Our law books are filled with a morality which goes counter to 
knowledge, and yet our legislators are fearful of changing the laws lest 
they be accused of encouraging vice. Judges have sentenced persons to prison 
for the same acts they engage in privately. Among the masses, of course, 
there is understandable confusion. 

The two main practical objections to premarital or extramarital intercourse 
are no longer valid. Venereal disease can be readily avoided and rapidly 
conquered by sex education and medical advances. And unwanted pregnancies 
can be prevented by oral contraceptives presently on the market. 

A male swapper recently said, "There is little danger of my wife's being 
impregnated in a swap deal, for we swappers are careful to take 
precautions." The objections that remain are mostly arbitrary and irrational 
moralistic objections, rooted in superstitions, prejudices, and the Church, 
sometimes cloaked in psychological and sociological jargon, which only 
thwart efforts to revise our way of thinking and so encourage chaos. 

Many intelligent persons conclude that we must permit freer relationships, 
warning however that no responsible person would permit such relationships 
to be entirely promiscuous and sensual. What is urgently needed, they say, 
is a system of new values which will condone sexual relationships entered 
into with affection and mutual respect. Our sexual values must include a 
proper blending of physical and psychical elements, giving society's 
blessing to the sexual encounter as a mentally and emotionally enriching 
experience, and encouraging everyone to make of the sex act something more 
than a vehicle for the discharging of tensions accompanied by momentary 
pleasure. 

Expanded sexual freedom, unless accompanied by new and realistic moral 
values, will result in brutal, and sadistic behavior. There must be limits 
to sexual exploitation. Those values, while holding out the reward of sexual 
fulfillment, will have to condemn what is truly exploitative and otherwise 
damaging. 

As premarital intercourse becomes more common-and it will-we shall be faced 
with the problem that the age at which it begins will sink lower. The 
younger the child participating in sexual activities, the greater will be 
the tendency to introduce others still younger. And we may sink to the rapes 
and seductions of the very young, as among the Muslims. Police action will 
be mostly ineffective, since, as now, most acts will go unreported. If this 
trend is to be halted, it must be checked by a vast overhaul of the 
sex-moral structure. 

The time will come when we feel that we must draw a line at all costs. If we 
are logical, we will draw it at the place where the sexually immature and 
the irresponsible are exploited by those who have attained sexual maturity. 
We will have to provide for the needs of the mature and diminish the 
incentive to exploit the young. Future human beings will probably ridicule 
and deplore our obsessive preoccupation with who puts his stiff cock into 
whom. Magical ideas about the sexual organs still permeate Western 
civilization. But those organs are no longer in realms of the devil, as they 
were in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, though prohibitions based 
on such beliefs are still among us. They govern our thinking to a calamitous 
extent. 

The sex status of the United States is a source of wonder and amusement to 
the rest of the world. American moralists would deny a husband the right to 
caress orally his wife's genitals. And their only objection to erotic 
refinements is that they do not result in procreation. This has long ago 
lost its legitimacy among many Protestants, though the Catholic Church still 
holds out and causes everyone to suffer because of overpopulation problems. 
The need to control reproduction is now among the most pressing problems of 
the human race, and the least adequately dealt with. 

In Eastern society, if a girl prefers to fellate her lover, rather than 
copulate with him, and if he is agreeable, then it is nobody's business and 
there is nothing to condemn. Society does not suffer, and the participants 
are made happy. In the West, and especially in the United States, it would 
be everybody's business, including the police and the courts. 

In the West, potency problems increase. The male no longer dominates, and 
the female becomes more bold and aggressive. 

Sexual equality imposes stresses and strains upon the institution of 
monogamous marriage and the family as it has developed in a Christian 
country. The institution was fairly based on a double standard weighted in 
behalf of the male. The female was dependent economically upon the male, 
which made it difficult to terminate a marriage. Man's freedom made him 
accessible to prostitutes, and prostitution provided many a woman the only 
real escape from the wretchedness of incompatible wedlock. It is still the 
custom in Mexico for the fallen girl with fatherless children to turn to 
prostitution as a means of livelihood. 

Prostitution in the United States has declined with the greater freedom of 
women. But the modern woman sells her sexual services often in exchange for 
gifts, entertainment, and other favors. 

Love is expected to conquer all. However, many a man has found the physical 
make-up of his wife not up to his expectations. He often thinks it best to 
taste and try before marriage. The mutual size of the male and female organs 
has much to do with the success and enjoyment of love. A too slender penis 
or a slack vagina can dim the sexual passions of husband and wife. 

It is argued that sexual intercourse without love is degrading to both 
parties. That is true only if one declares all intercourse except that of 
lovers is degrading. And that condemns the majority of mankind. 

A Sudani girl, for instance, just married, spends her wedding night 
copulating with friends of her new husband. She goes then to her husband 
with knowledge of the carnal act. 

Compare her with the terrified, sobbing, frigid Western bride who lies with 
her anxious groom, and you have the extreme opposites. 

Somewhere in between probably lies the coming together of healthy, desiring, 
loving human beings. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Swapping by Computer 

In the 70's the system of swapping has grown ever more sophisticated. To 
those so inclined there are numerous computerized "love machines" ready to 
be fed data and then to expel a compatible "mate-match." These computer 
information cards are not for the hesitant, unknowing or sexually unaware 
persons. They are frank in their queries and equally frank replies are 
expected. As an example, a card picked at random from many of our research 
file, states: How often do you want to fuck? 

Will you suck cock? 

Do you prefer the pussy-lick or the ass-lick? Will you take prick up the 
ass? Will you swallow cock juice? There is still another aspect to swapping 
that deals specifically with the male-female differentiation. Will the swap 
party restore masculinity? 

A great many males say yes, that having more than one woman makes them feel 
like the prize bull in a pen of panting cows. 

In the present retreat from masculinity and the drift toward unisex, 
something must be done. We are living in a period when you can't tell the 
boys from the girls. This drift towards unisex is not only in clothing, but 
in attitudes and styles of life, as well. 

What are the masculine and feminine traits? In this day and age when the 
traits have been so thoroughly blended in a large number of individuals, 
perhaps it is wise to define them. By television standards, the real male 
achieves his ends by being tough, brutal, aggressive, reckless, and 
indifferent to human suffering. However, these traits can alienate friends 
and encourage difficulties with the law. Margaret Mead, and others, in 
studies of primitive tribes, report that masculine traits differ greatly 
from one tribe to another. The best definition, probably, is that a 
masculine trait is one found most often in men; a feminine trait is the one 
found most often in women. By common standards, a boy who likes football is 
considered masculine. One who likes ballet, poetry and music is considered 
feminine. Obviously, this is a bias and prejudice of our society, and a 
standardized thing. Most psychiatrists will tell you that overemphasis on 
sports in the adult male is a means of covering up masculine inadequacies. 
Statistics reveal a large number of homosexuals among athletes of all types. 

Anyway, the American male is losing his manhood. Why? Does our modern 
society contribute to this? 

Many authorities blame our elementary and secondary schools, our high 
divorce rate, and too dominant mothers. Murders are often committed by these 
nice, quiet guys reared under the maternal shadow. Oswald and Sirhan are 
examples of this. Estranged from male associations, and overexposed to 
female norms, they picked as their targets virile men, symbols of their own 
manly deprivations. Teachers, many of them old maids and abnormal 
characters, have encouraged the effeminate boy. He is neat, polite, and 
makes the best grades. 

But can he become an effective leader of men? 

The Army and the business world say no. 

Do we live in a man's world, or is the female dominating modern society? 
There are the pros and cons, but statistics show that there are more males 
than females in our mental institutions. 

The modern woman has given up her femininity to compete with men, and her 
struggles make her dislike and resent males. She takes her revenge in subtle 
ways, for women are by nature more subtle than men. Because of the inferior 
position to which men have previously relegated women, they have responded 
by forcing young boys to become effeminate in order to get along at home and 
in school. When they grow up, these boys often counter-respond by keeping 
women in inferior positions. So the vicious circle continues. 

Can a boy excel academically without losing his masculinity? By the 
conventional definition of "masculinity," perhaps he can't. But the real man 
has numerous interests, and there is nothing about playing football which 
makes him more virile than playing the piano. Virility, springs from a 
healthy body and mind. 

"You can't tell the boys from the girls," you often hear people say. But, 
thank God, there are still biological ways you can! And as long as a male 
isn't robbed of his precious penis, or castrated by his domineering mother, 
or some other female, he's a man! 

"Night after night, my husband comes home from work all tired out," one wife 
wails. "He's nervous, irritable, and he barely touches his supper: Most of 
the time, he just sits around awhile, then drops into bed. He's asleep as 
soon as his head hits the pillow. Often, he doesn't even kiss me goodnight. 
Yet, I know he's a good man-one who really loves me." 

She goes on to say that he's always "simply dead on his feet." His interest 
in sex is zero. 

He never had any pep and energy, and the wife, at first, supposed his 
condition was caused by a deficiency of vitamins and minerals. She ordered 
him a thirty-day supply of high-potency capsules. The ad had read: "He'll be 
like a new man in less than no time. He'll have more strength, stamina, and 
energy, and he'll lose that tired, run-down feeling." 

When the medication came, she handed the bottle to her husband and said, 
"Take these. You have nothing to lose." 

He took the full bottle of capsules that contained, among other things, 
Vitamins A, B, C, and B-12, one of the most remarkable potent nutrients 
science has yet discovered. 

At the end of the thirty days, he had not improved. 

The young wife was frantic. She couldn't remember the last time they'd 
fucked, and she was hot between the legs! Again, she read newspapers and 
magazines, hoping to come upon a solution. 

She found it in an ad which announced a new "computerized dating service." 
You merely sent in a quarter, which was inserted in a "Cupid Machine." You 
would receive confidentially a card containing the name and phone number of 
a "compatible" stranger. 

She mailed in her quarter, and in a few days, she received her card in a 
plain envelope. Enclosed was a warning: "This company will not be 
responsible for the looks of the date, the activities of the date, or 
anything which happens thereafter." 

The young wife got cold feet. She began to think that machines should be 
limited to dispensing candy, soft drinks, and ice cream. 

However, she managed to read on. "The purpose of the questionnaire you 
answered was to match a male and female with similar interests, and 
especially in matters of sex." That bolstered her courage. While her husband 
was at work, she got on the phone and called the number on the card. 

A man with a nice, deep voice answered. In the brief conversation which 
followed, he seemed to have more interest in intellectual than in sexual 
pursuits. For a time, the young wife wondered if his "interests" might not 
be too honorable. She felt disappointed, but he seemed to be a good 
conversationalist, and she felt lonely. Just talking to somebody would be 
better than nothing. She made a date to meet him at her apartment the next 
day while her husband was at work. 

He arrived promptly at the set time. He was a dark, handsome, aggressive 
fellow who reeked of sex. He told her to call him Bert. 

She nodded. "I'm Flora," she said, feeling anticipatory flutters in her 
loins and a warmth in her breasts. She motioned him to the sofa. 

They talked awhile, and Flora learned that he was a truck driver, 
temporarily out of work. He had wonderful arm muscles and a slim waist. 
After a time, he asked Flora if he might have a glass of water. She brought 
it from the kitchen, and he dissolved two dark pills in it before he drank. 
In less than five minutes, he was dynamite. 

"Get out of your clothes," he ordered, as he started shucking out of his. He 
had a huge, hard cock that already was dripping. He took some pillows from 
the couch and placed them on the heavy carpet.. 

"That's gonna be your crib, chick," he said. "You're gonna lay there and let 
me fuck you till your stomach's full of jism!" He watched her for her 
reaction. 

She smiled and asked, "Where is all the jism going to come from?" 

He grinned and wagged his big cock in her face. "From here, kid! When I take 
them pills, I can come forever!" 

She felt his cock, and it was as hard as a brick. 

"Come on!" he said. "Lay down and spread!" 

He fell upon her and began teasing her nipples. She bucked upward, and there 
was only one thing now she lived for, to have his big dick in her snatch. 

He rubbed a hot hand down her thigh, felt her wet pussy. A finger opened her 
pussy lips. Her hands fumbled for his cock. "Here," she said, "let me put it 
in." 

It was tight, and for a moment, he could only get the head in. 

"Sweetie, you got nice tits," he said, massaging them. 

She wiggled beneath him, and the big, hard cock slipped in another inch. He 
grunted, then gave a little squeal of delight. 

He squealed, again, when he finally got it all in. "Oh, boy-" 

Flora squirmed on the carpet. God, she felt full and tight! But she bucked 
up to him and tried to squeeze his cock with her pussy lips. 

He jerked under her. "Wow-wowee-oh-I wish my wife did what you're doing!" 

She managed to work his hard eight inches deep inside her. "You got a wife?" 
she asked. 

"Yeah. An' I already know you've got a husband , She worked up and down on 
him, and he began to babble. "Oh, holy Jesus-oh! Oh, Christ, I never had a 
fuck like this!" 

Flora enjoyed his praise and tried further to please him. Most of all, she 
enjoyed his big cock deep in her. She gave him everything she had. 

He began breathing fast. "Ummmm. I'm close. I'm close, Flora. Oh, Lord, 
I'm-" 

He stiffened. He was gurgling as Flora felt a substantial amount of his 
sperm shoot into her. He gasped and groaned as more of his life fluid 
spasmed from his body and into her eager hole. 

He kept coming. She bucked and wiggled, lashing up at him, until she had him 
drained. He pushed at her with trembling hands. "Oh, stop," he begged. 
"Mmmm-stop, stop." 

She'd also reached her climax. Reluctantly, she stopped. 

He lay upon her a long time. Finally, he let his wilting cock slip from her 
pussy. "We'll do it again pretty soon," he promised. "That was terrific!" 

Flora lay on the carpet and waited. 

Soon, he was in her again. 

She fucked him seven times that afternoon. 

Before he left, she asked him about the pills. 

He gave her half a dozen and told her where she could buy more. 

Flora made her husband take two of them that night. It wasn't any time at 
all until he had a hard-on, the first one he'd had in months. He fucked her 
that night, and it was good, but not as good as it had been with the 
stranger. 

The next night, with the help of the pills, Flora's young husband did 
better. Even though they'd now resumed sexual relations, Flora continued to 
use the computer. She was always happiest on the afternoons she drew the 
young fellow named Bert. 

Even the best computers, however, sometimes goof. In the original 
questionnaire, Flora had been asked to rate her sexual attitudes. She'd 
answered "very liberal." According to computer statistics, that meant a girl 
was ready and willing for anything. If a girl just rated herself as 
"liberal," it usually mean a guy would have to take her out to dinner before 
he could get in her panties. 

Well, when Flora set up her next computer date in a motel room, she was face 
to face with her own husband! He, too, had joined the computer dating game. 

And somebody had taught him a bunch of tricks! 

He'd chosen Flora because she was "very liberal." He'd learned how to get 
some way-out sexual kicks. After the first shock of meeting was over, he got 
down to business-fast! He almost paralyzed Flora with pleasure-pain when he 
socked his cock into her, penetrating her womb. He liked her pleasure 
screams when he prodded her clit. He pulled his cock out and wanted her to 
suck it. She buried her head between his lean thighs. 

"A little higher-more tongue-" he moaned. "Oh, that's the spot! More-more-" 

For about fifteen minutes, they had an orgy of fun. Flora lifted her head 
from between her husband's thighs, and her mouth was smeared with wetness. 

"Suck me," she begged. 

His mouth covered her pussy, and his lips tugged at her clit. She screamed 
in exquisite plea sure. He tried to get his long tongue all the way up her 
guts. He tickled her ass. 

He pulled away and said, "Come on, now. Get down and lick my button!" 

She loved his cock in her mouth. 

"All right," he said at last. "I want to suck your nipples." 

"All right." She sat up and reached back. She writhed and panted as he 
sucked her soft-firm breasts. He nipped and scraped her nipple lightly with 
his teeth. She hissed as her climax gathered and tightened in her loins. 

"Oh, Christ!" she cried, bucking against her husband's mouth and thrashing 
her arms. He pulled away from her velvet breasts just as she climaxed. Once 
more, he kissed her nipple lightly, then flopped her on her back. He gave a 
sighing, breathy moan and ran his cock into her. It was wetness against 
wetness, heat against heat as he bucked and plunged. 

She closed her pussy lips around his hard, stiff organ. He was drawing air 
through his nose as he pressed deep into her. And then he spasmed on top of 
her, screaming with pleasure. He gasped, and his fingers dug deep into her 
buttocks. 

And then it was all over. 

Sometime later, Flora had sex with Bert again. It was he who suggested he 
bring his wife along the next time and the two couples enjoy a swap party. 
Flora talked it over with her husband, and it was agreeable with him. 

The computer service puts it this way: "A lot of lonely people are looking 
for romance, companionship, or simply sex without involvement. We cut the 
tape for them and tell them where the commodity they want is available." 

From there on, it's up to the two parties involved. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Fellatio Between Classes 

"Fucking, you say? Well, that's fine, too, but I enjoy the cock suck best of 
all. Man, that sure as hell turns me on! Just give me one big fat sausage 
and watch me go to town. I've got this real groovy system that drives the 
guys wild. In fact, around campus I'm known as the best cocksucker there is. 
But I love what I do and I guess that makes all the difference. 

"I get the sucking urge just about any time, and when I get it I've got to 
satisfy it and fast. It might be in the middle of the day or something like 
that, so I certainly can't just forget about it and wait until I get home or 
something. 

"There's this perfectly groovy telephone booth right near the entrance to 
the cafeteria at my school. It's one of those old kind where the lower part 
of the door is solid and only the upper part is glass. That way I can hide 
in the lower part and suck the guy off with his pants down, and nobody who 
walks by can tell what's going on. They think that the guy is just standing 
in there talking on the phone. 

"It really words great. Just today I sucked off Johnnie M. in the telephone 
booth. Shit! He stayed in there so long while I worked on him that some of 
the people who walked by must have thought he lived there. 

"Anyway, I had felt that old familiar urge building up in me during math 
class. It's something that's very hard to describe, but all of the sudden I 
got that feeling in my mouth like I need to suck a hot cock and my pussy 
starts to pucker up something fierce. 

"I guess the best way I can describe it is to tell you that it feels just 
like you do when you get very hungry. There's some kind of a gnawing, 
chewing feeling going on inside, and you know that you've got to eat 
something or else die! 

"Well, for me the thing I've got to eat is cock. Good, hot, throbbing cock. 
I can never get enough of it, I'm glad to say. I just like to grab hold of a 
good set of balls and squeeze the come right out of them, letting my lips 
and tongue work on that prick until it's like a piece of raw hamburger! 

"But to give you an idea of how the whole thing works in the telephone 
booth, I can tell you about today when I sucked off Johnnie. Like I said, I 
had been getting hungry for cock during math class, and I knew I just had to 
have a piece before my next class. 

"Well, I started to think of who there was who offered the closest and 
quickest possibility, and then I spotted Johnnie sitting a few seats across 
from me. I had sucked Johnnie off several times before, also in the phone 
booth, and I knew that not only did he have a swinging piece of meat on him 
but he also had two healthy balls that could brew up quite a mouthful of 
cream. And that, to tell you frankly, was more than some guys his age could 
say! 

"Anyway, the bell rang and I knew that I had ten minutes to get to my next 
class and work my blow job quickie in at the same time. Fortunately both the 
telephone booth and Johnnie were along the way, since Johnnie had the same 
next class I did. 

"I didn't waste any time but walked right over to him and asked him if I 
could blow him before the next class. Well, he looked a little startled at 
first, although I guess that was to be expected. But then the widest grin 
broke out over his face and I could see that there was nothing he would like 
better. 

"Then he told me that we had better hurry if we were going to make that 
'telephone call,' and the two of us hurried off down the hall, trying to get 
ahead of everybody else so that I could get my hot mouth on Johnnie's head! 

"Well, we got there in plenty of time, and I ducked in and got down on the 
floor before anybody else came down the hall. Then Johnnie pulled the door 
shut and started to go through the motions of calling on the telephone while 
I unzipped his Levi's and let them drop down around his ankles. 

"He was wearing those jockey shorts and they pulled very snug around his 
basket. It was quite a handful sticking out there and I just reached out and 
cupped the whole mass, my cunt getting all juicy just from feeling his 
warmth. 

"But unfortunately we only had a few minutes left, so I wouldn't take all 
the time with him that I would have liked to. I just yanked those shorts 
right down and took his cock in my mouth. It was already hard just from the 
thought of my sucking it, I guess, and I started sucking and sliding my 
mouth up and down the length of it to beat the band! 

"Poor Johnnie. In a minute he had a hell of a time trying to pretend that he 
was on the phone. I could see the sweat breaking out on his forehead, and he 
was stammering and shifting around. He was really getting a bang out of this 
blow job! 

"Up and down my mouth went on his cock, slipping and sliding all over his 
hard meat. I took time out to give his swollen cock head a few hot licks 
with my tongue, and that almost made him drop the phone! Then I felt a 
little drop of his come form at the tip of his cock, and I knew that the 
great load wasn't too far off. 

"I glanced at my watch out of the corner of my eye and saw that we only had 
about another minute to get to class, so I really started to suck up a storm 
and finally the dam broke inside Johnnie and he let loose with the damnedest 
load I've ever gotten. 

"I gulped it down as fast as I could, but it still kept coming in hot 
streaming jets. Then Johnnie lost control and started humping my face, 
pushing his cock deep down my throat with the full force of his hips. I 
gagged a little, but not much. I was just too used to thick cock meat 
filling my mouth and throat to gag very much. 

"Finally Johnnie finished spewing out his seed and I gave him a couple of 
licks to clean up his cock and then we got his pants up and hurried on to 
class. 

"f guess one thing that really helps is the excitement of the whole thing. I 
mean, it's not like we were going to get caught or anything. But still, 
there is a certain amount of excitement knowing that you're doing something 
like that while people are walking by and watching. 

"Of course they don't know what's going on in the bottom half of the 
telephone booth, but I'm willing to bet you one thing. If they did know I'll 
bet they'd want to climb right in there and join the fun! 

"And I wouldn't mind it at all. The way I look at it, the more cocks there 
are to suck the better. I mean, I just can't get enough cock. Sucking gets a 
rise out of me that can't be equaled by anything else, even fucking. Maybe 
you say that I'm weird that way, but I just don't think so. I think a girl 
has a right to get the kind of sex that she wants. After all, the guys get 
it, don't they? 

"And you can't tell me that a guy really doesn't dig getting his cock 
sucked, 'cause I know better. I've sucked too many of them not to know that 
they really get a bang out of a good prick suck. I even had one guy tell me 
that as much as he liked fucking, he still had a better come from getting 
his cock sucked. 

"And hearing something like that really makes a girl like me happy." 

 CASE HISTORY 

Passion Vacation? 

I Swap In a recent national magazine article a noted psychiatrist stated, 
"Almost half of today's widows pose a serious threat to the marital security 
of the average wife." 

He cited as an example a particular case history of a distraught wife who 
was restrained by her husband as she attempted to stab a female friend with 
a kitchen knife. "Let me go," she had screamed. "I know she wants to fuck 
you and I won't let her do it. She's just a pissy whore who's on the make 
for my husband's cock and I won't let her get away with it. Being a widow 
doesn't give her the right to pluck prick whenever she gets an itchy pussy." 
The husband had arranged for therapy sessions for his wife immediately. 

The psychiatrist went on to explain why wives fear widows. "Most widows are 
more to be pitied than censured," he continued. "But there are some widows 
who are alarming wives to such an extent that they believe their marriages 
are being threatened." 

When a marriage is dissolved by death, it is only natural for a widow to try 
to start a new life by keeping her eyes open for a new mate. The trouble is 
that some widows look for a suitable husband in the direction of one who is 
already happily married. 

A peculiar feature about such widows is that they show no great concern for 
the husband's wife and family. 

The promiscuous widow is generally a woman who may be in doubt about her own 
attractiveness-which is no doubt the reason she spends so much time and 
money in beauty salons-but she is never in doubt about her ability to 
satisfy a man sexually. 

Nothing can sway her from her belief that her past experiences will hold her 
in good stead should another unwary male walk into her trap. 

It is this type of promiscuous widow who alarms wives to such a degree that 
they tremble at her approach, although, in all truth, she may harbor not the 
slightest thought of annexing another's husband. 

She is the center of attention among her friends, and although they may put 
their best foot forward in friendliness, actually they are alert against the 
slightest moral transgression. 

The promiscuous widow has been cast in movies and in magazines as the siren 
to be alerted against the instant she appears on the scene. She is a danger 
to the sanctity of the American home! Wives fear her with a fear that is 
deeper than mere jealousy. 

Betty Morris was a happily-married woman of twenty-eight, who, though 
childless, seemed blessed with a most attentive husband. Everyone in the 
community who knew them was of the opinion that their marriage was of a 
permanent nature. 

Then, one afternoon, a friend of hers, recently widowed, passed through town 
and decided to pay Betty a visit. 

She arrived with her luggage at dinnertime. Betty invited her to have dinner 
with them, then to spend the night and continue her trip in the morning. 

Pearl Berkley was a widow who was attracted to all men, and especially to 
those of a virile build, like Jim Morris. Jim was handsome in a truly 
masculine way, athletic, with dark, curly hair. He remained Pearl of her 
deceased husband. 

Obsessed with the desire to take Jim Morris to bed, she feigned a twisted 
ankle the next morning, saying a fall from the bed had caused it. And, of 
course, it wouldn't have been hospitable to have her leave on her trip with 
a sprained ankle. So she stayed. 

Within the next few days, she exploited her charms, of which she had 
considerable, to the fullest extent. She soon had Jim Morris ready to blow a 
fuse. Boldly, she talked matters over with Betty, even suggesting she pick 
up a "boyfriend" and they swap partners. 

Betty was horrified and made it plain she didn't go in for such activities. 
She suggested Pearl pack up and leave! 

Pearl did. 

That afternoon, Betty went shopping at the local supermarket. She returned 
home sooner than she-or they-had expected, just in time to discover her 
husband and Pearl in a compromising position. 

They were both naked on the bed. Pearl was whimpering under Jim's heavy 
body. Jim was making pleasure sounds as he plunged his hard cock deep. They 
both had lost contact with the world. 

Then Pearl jerked her head up and let out a shattering, ear-splitting 
scream. She'd seen Betty standing in the door. 

Jim raised up, and his thick, white semen dripped from his cock and oozed 
all over Pearl's white belly. He gasped at his wife and weird, bubbling 
sounds escaped his throat. 

Betty tried to stagger from the room. She sobbed in gasps, and then there 
was the sound of retching. 

In that moment, she hated Jim! She was aware of him putting on his clothes, 
zipping up. Then he started cursing her. "Get out of here! Get the hell out 
of here!" 

"You're crazy!" Betty managed. "You ought to be committed to a nut house!" 

Betty Morris packed her bags, left the house, and went home to her mother. 
She never returned again to the scene of her happiest days. 

She got a divorce, and a year later, she married again, to a college 
professor. Her married life turned out to be more stable. 

Why do widows persist in breaking up happy homes and shattering the lives of 
well-adjusted couples? Is it jealousy? Or what? Only the best of 
psychologists would be able to answer that perplexing question. But the fact 
remains that in the United States, one marriage in three is destined to end 
in divorce. 

Here is another statistic: for every divorced man or woman, there are two 
who, while they still assume the role of being married, do not live with 
their lawful mates. Promiscuous widows are the bedmates of most of these. 

Another statistic bears a happier note. Marital experts reveal, after a 
lengthy study on the subject, that ex-wives invariably search out a suitable 
mate, find one, and get married as soon as it is legally possible. Small 
wonder that ex-wives only weeks after a divorce or separation, keep an 
eagle-eye peeled for a prospective mate, ready, eager and willing to go 
through the marital rites again. 

Make no mistake about certain types of men. The promiscuous man, like the 
promiscuous woman, is often willing to give up his passive, unexciting 
married life for a widow whose physical charms indicate a sexual virility 
that is missing from his present marriage. 

The promiscuous widow finds adjustment to monogamy almost impossible to 
take. It is an affront to her nature, and, in her unsettled mind, a weakness 
that has no place in her life. She's a swinger! She loves a swap party! She 
is always on the prowl for a new conquest. 

The widow under thirty is practically guaranteed a second chance at 
marriage. If the second one doesn't work out, she may even be given another 
chance or two. 

When she reaches forty, she may have to make the sad discovery that marital 
happiness is passing her by. 

Nevertheless, such widows are so obsessed with the desire for companionship 
and a sense of belonging that they may make a last desperate attempt, often 
by luring some easily aroused husband away from his wife and family. 

And she loves the swap party as a place for choosing a husband. That way, 
she knows what she's going to get! 

Janice Rollins became bored and dissatisfied with her day-to-day routine, 
and with her marriage. One day, she was staring at her reflection in the 
mirror. "Is this really me?" she asked herself. Only a few short years ago 
she'd been the darling of the neighborhood. Now, she was the mother of two 
growing youngsters, and she'd really let herself go down. 

Her reflection had revealed a still rather attractive young woman in her 
mid-twenties. But she looked tired. The lines in her face told of her 
boredom with housework. Her husband, George, was a good provider. He had a 
secure position with an oil company. But Janice was restless and 
dissatisfied with what her life had become. 

Her two chubby young sons, Eddie and George, Jr., were healthy and lively, 
but they drained her. There was little strength left in her to act as a real 
wife to her husband. She realized that her value as a woman was being 
drained away from her. 

She complained of her hard day when she crawled under the covers with George 
that night. George moved closer and took her into his arms. His fingers 
performed their nightly ritual that was supposed to stir her desires. But 
she could give only her small, customary response. Often, she had to bite 
down on her lips to keep from crying out when George's cock pierced her body 
and he made violent love to her body. She didn't like it. She didn't know if 
it was a feeling of distaste or just disinterest. She wished he would shoot 
his wad and get it over with. 

"You're like a keg of ice!" he complained bitterly when he had finished. 
"You're not like the Janice I married a few years ago! What has gotten into 
you?" 

"It's just the routine, George!" she snapped. 

"Don't you think I like a little adventure?" 

He kissed her full on the lips. "Next time," he said, "I'll use some new 
techniques! I'll give you a damned good fucking! And I'll end it up by 
spanking your ass!" He grinned and added, "My daddy used to tell me that men 
ought to give their women a good spanking now and then to keep them in 
line!" 

"That's not funny!" she snapped, making a pretense of being tired as she 
snuggled under the covers. 

Sleep was evasive. She felt the pangs of frustrated emotions and the torment 
of unfulfilled desires. Her heart and body and soul ached with passion 
unspent, for there was no thrill for her in the sex act anymore. 

The following few weeks were strained. Each morning, George went through his 
ritual of shaving with the same thoroughness he performed the sex act at 
night. He dressed, came down to breakfast, unfolded his newspaper, and ate 
as he read. On the way to work, he gave Janice a good-bye peck on the cheek. 

Their evenings were just as dull. Whenever they shared a moment of intimacy, 
it was mechanical. Fucking was like an obligation that had to be fulfilled. 

One day, Janice confided her predicament to her best friend. 

Her friend held out a shred of hope. "Janice Rollins," she said, "I'm 
surprised you didn't know most marriages go through this phase! The one and 
only remedy is for you and George to break the routine. Why don't you leave 
your children with your folks and you and George go away for a few weeks? 
New sights and new surroundings will make you over into new people." 

The suggestion sounded fine. When Janice told George about it, he was also 
in favor. George was able to get a three-week vacation, and Janice's folks 
eagerly took the children. They both looked at road maps and travel folders 
and decided on a small trailer camp in the Colorado mountains, near a lake. 
George bought a nice trailer. 

At the camp, they went boating, swimming and fishing. At night, the others 
gathered for parties, and they were invited. They became especially friendly 
with two other couples. They roasted wieners together and sipped Cokes by 
the flickering flames of a fire at night. One night, one of the wives 
suggested, "Let's have a game of cards." 

They'd been swimming and were in their bathing suits. One woman had a poker 
deck in her beach bag and brought it out. The vacation had already made 
Janice feel better toward George, and yet he didn't excite her very much 
sexually. 

"What will we use for stakes?" she asked. 

There were some whispered murmurs and giggles. Then, one of the women piped 
up and said, "Let's use what we have-our husbands!" 

At first, Janice thought it was a joke. She'd heard shocking stories about 
bored husbands and wives who swapped with one another. 

George cast questioning glances in her direction, but she said nothing. The 
men snickered among themselves. Janice suddenly thought it might be a good 
way to make George jealous. She'd offer herself to another man in the card 
game! She wouldn't go all the way, but she'd tease George! 

"Good idea!" she said. "I hope I get the best man in the bunch as my prize!" 

The other men laughed hoarsely and regarded Janice with a senuous look. 
"Okay," one of them said, moving close, "let's cut the cards." 

The game was brief. The women used the three men as stakes, and Janice won 
the man called Bob. Together, they consumed a few bottles of beer, and it 
was nice when Bob put his arms around her and drew her down on the blanket. 
She expected to find George standing over them and declaring things had gone 
too far. Maybe if he had threatened to hit any man who touched her, it would 
have restored her confidence in his love. 

But George acted nonchalant. In fact, he'd won a cute girl, one of the 
younger women. When Janice saw him massaging her tits, fury welled up in 
her. Well, two could play the game! So she said sweetly to Bob, "Come on, 
Bob, show me how a real cocksman is supposed to act!" 

"You-you mean it?" His handsome head came close to hers, and his strong arms 
crushed her to his rock-hard chest. His lips brushed across hers in a 
teasing gesture. Janice arched her back and let him caress her shoulders. As 
his fingers slipped down and explored her pussy, she shuddered with 
pleasure. This was going to be the excitement she craved. Gone and forgotten 
were the routines of her married life! Here was forbidden pleasure that 
enlivened her. 

Lost in passion, she did not even notice when Bob slipped off her bathing 
suit. She just melted into his arms and felt his warmth. His hard cock 
prodded against her belly. 

"I'm hot for it," he breathed in her ear. "Sometimes I've got to have it-and 
this is one of the times!" 

He ran his bare, hot hand up her legs, and she parted them. She sucked in 
her breath as his fingers parted her cunt lips. 

"Where are we gonna do it?" she asked. 

"Right here," he whispered. "The others will be at it, too, in a minute. 
Just stretch out, okay?" 

"Yeah." She caught his cock and massaged it hotly. Man, she was hot! She 
felt her cunt sopping. When Bob tickled it, she squirmed. 

She let go of his prick and positioned herself to receive him. He was upon 
her instantly, feeling down, guiding his cock into her. It was bigger than 
her husband's tool, but it slid in greased and warm. He thrust, and she 
sighed softly and wiggled her ass. 

He began fucking her hard and fast. It was a screwy thing, getting booted 
there on a blanket, surrounded by other couples. Some of them were at it, 
too, by now. 

Bob asked, "How come your husband doesn't give you enough? He must be crazy 
for not humping you good!" 

Janice shrugged under him. She was hot in the snatch and felt there was no 
sense in worrying about George just now. 

Bob caught her rear end, holding it with both hands, pushing her closer to 
him. His cock reamed in and out of her foaming pussy. When he touched her 
clit, she squirmed and made sounds with her lips. 

She liked it, so he diddled her and fucked her at the same time, and she 
nearly went crazy. 

Suddenly, she came. Her orgasm convulsed her. She breathed hard, and her 
body undulated and shuddered. He kept fucking her hard, as hard as he could 
drive it in. She loved it. 

He lasted a long time before he started shooting his semen into her. It came 
in heavy spurts, before it began to subside. At last, he dragged his cock 
out of her and fell weakly upon her belly. It remained steel hard. Pretty 
soon, he put it back into her pussy and kissed her passionately. She 
undulated against him with enticing lushness. He teased her with his prick, 
making her sigh and wiggle, entering her only a few inches at a time. 

Soon, they were at it again. 

His lips closed over hers, and their tongues met and tangled. 

"Wanna come again?" she asked. 

He nodded. "Uh-huh." 

She pulled him down harder upon her. "Don't hold back," she said. 

She took all of his long dong and laved it with her pussy lips as she began 
to squirm under him. She started to pant and clamped down on his lower lip. 
She had him starting to come in a second. 

She knew when he started erupting. He gritted his teeth in anguish and 
pleasure and panted hard as her cunt lips milked him. He pushed his cock in 
and out, as if wanting her to take his balls and all! God, what a fucking he 
gave her! 

Sensations flooded her, harassing her nerve ends, making her shudder in 
ecstasy. His tongue continued to caress hers. She panted heavily in her 
bliss. 

"How's it feel?" he whispered. "Jesus, you're great," she giggled. "You can 
have all you want!" 

He finished and rose to his feet, holding his prong in his hand. He went 
behind a tree to take a piss. When he came back, he said, "I gotta tell you 
something, baby! That's the best fuck I ever had!" 

She reached up and squeezed his cock. "You've got a lovely one," she said. 

"Thanks." His hand went over her belly and between her legs. She giggled 
when he squirmed a finger into her. She massaged his cock. 

"I love my husband," she confessed to him. "But I love screwin' even more." 

In her restless state, in her urge for excitement, Janice had become a 
husband swapper. And Bob had transported her to a new heaven. 

But, after it was all over, she began to realize the folly of it all-or 
thought she did. When she looked for George, she couldn't find him. He was 
probably off in the woods booting some of the other girls. She went back to 
their trailer. 

George was waiting for her. "Well, you decided to come home!" he flung at 
her. "Did you have a good time with that Bob?" 

Suddenly, what had happened rose up before Janice. "Please," she begged, "I 
don't know what came over me." 

When George kept taunting, she salved her shame with a cutting tone, "Bob is 
more of a man than you'll ever be!" 

George was surprisingly silent. Finally, he said, "Go ahead and use the next 
two weeks of this vacation as a honeymoon with another man!" 

Janice refused to go crawling to him, begging for forgiveness. She had her 
pride. She was arrogant. She would show George that she was desired by other 
men. "Bob loves me!" she cried out, tears pouring down her cheeks. "He wants 
me! He excites me!" 

"I hope you two have a real ball," George said. 

"I'm going to make the most of this vacation!" 

That's when George should have spanked her, she knew. In some people, a 
spanking arouses the sexual impulses. And it might have done it in her. 

She played more of the wife-husband swapping games. But none of the other 
men were as good as Bob. George participated, too, at first. Later, he 
stayed away and sulked. 

With other men screwing her, Janice became a different person, consumed by 
passion. 

George warned her to let up, but she wouldn't. She went on having a ball. 

And then the crashing climax came at a time when her passions were raw and 
overpowered all sense of reason. 

Everybody was having a party, except George. Some new couples had joined, 
and Bob had brought a transistor radio which blared forth music. They were 
dancing naked when suddenly there was a police siren. And before they could 
cover themselves, a huge spotlight revealed them. To make it worse, 
news-hungry reporters began snapping pictures. 

Before they fully realized what had happened, their husband-wife swapping 
was splashed all over the newspapers. It was with little surprise that 
Janice learned her own husband, George, had tipped off the police to what 
was going on. 

Scandal-mongers made the most of the predicament. For days, a news-hungry 
public was fed on the details of the swappers' actions. When the case came 
to court, the judge was stern. He fined everybody heavily and put them on 
suspended sentences, making them report to him once a month. 

"Any marriage problem," he said, "is to be brought to my attention." 

Janice was given over to George's custody for a period of five years. The 
judge said, "If, during that time, she does anything to discredit your 
marriage, it is to be brought to my attention!" 

The Rollins were snubbed by their neighbors. Their own families turned away 
from them, so they moved to another part of the city and began picking up 
the loose pieces of their marriage. 

But George tried harder to be a lover. He blamed himself for turning into a 
mechanical man. He's read books on the various methods of sexual 
intercourse, and he's learned how to give Janice the thrills she craved. 

He's a great lover now, and Janice adores him. She knows few other husbands 
would have been so understanding and kind. 

And the key to George's greatness has been his willingness to find and bring 
new methods to the marriage bed. 

Janice would bet anybody now that she's the best-fucked woman in town. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Teenage Head Game 

"Well, I'll tell you about my hang up. It's cocksucking. Yeah, that's what 
really turns me on. I've been doing it since I was fourteen and the more I 
suck cock, the more I need it. Trouble is, I have to be careful what pricks 
I choose for a blow job. If I worked on a guy from school the word would get 
around fast and I don't want that to happen. So I have to be selective about 
cocks. 

"My big chance came when the K.'s moved next door. Mrs. K. had a lot of 
bridge games and Mr. K. worked late so they wanted someone to look after 
their son, Robbie. He was eleven but such a little brat that they couldn't 
trust him alone in the house for more than ten minutes at a time. He just 
ran all over the place, knocking things down and eating everything in sight. 
He really needed a baby-sitter. That's where I came in. Since most of the 
work would be in the afternoon and early evening, my folks said I could try 
it for a month. If I could keep my grades up I could keep the job. 

"I was really happy about that. My parents aren't very poor but after paying 
bills there wasn't much money left over. I could never buy new clothes or go 
to a movie unless I earned the money myself. And that year I wanted a 
transistor radio more than anything in the world. I saved some but 
baby-sitting wasn't all that steady. At least not until the K.'s moved in. 

"Even though Robbie was a brat he didn't scare me. I knew that his folks let 
him get away with murder and I saw no reason why I shouldn't. So he did 
whatever he wanted to and I studied. It worked out fine until he got lonely 
and started talking to me a lot. 

"He was five years younger than I was but he knew more about sex than I did. 
I understood about sperm and eggs but until he showed me his prick I wasn't 
sure just how they got together. 

"Every time we would talk about it, his cock would swell up and get hard. 
Robbie kept on telling me that we should fuck so that we would really 
understand, but I kept putting him off. It wasn't that I minded the idea of 
getting fucked. It just hurt my pride that such a young kid would do it to 
me. 

"That was what got me thinking that there should be something that I could 
do to him. Then one night he told me about sixty-nine. 

"I wasn't interested in having him lick my cunt. For one thing, his mouth 
was always full of bubble gum. I could just imagine getting my pussy lips 
stuck together and having to explain it to my mom and then to a doctor. No, 
that wasn't for me at all. 

"But the other way, me sucking his prick, appealed to me more. I would still 
be in control and his cock would be inside my body. The more I thought about 
it, the more I wanted to try it. Trying to sound Robbie out, I started to 
tell him that I was going to suck his prick when he was bad. Instead of 
being frightened, he kept telling me that he wished that I would. The only 
thing that held me back was that I never knew for sure just when his parents 
were getting home. It seemed like they came in at different times every 
night. I wondered if they ever saw each other at all but figured that was 
none of my business. By then I had my radio and was saving for a new dress. 

"One day I got notes from both of them, telling me that they would be home 
late. Mrs. K. was going bowling with her bridge club and Mr. K. had a late 
business meeting. After reading the notes, I decided that would be the 
night. 

"Robbie was being pretty good until I told him it was time to take a bath 
and go to bed. Then he started getting rambunctious and running around all 
over the place. I told him that I would give him the bath if he agreed to 
take it. He said he would if I took one with him. I thought that would give 
me a good opening so I agreed. 

"We both stripped off our clothes and got into the tub. Robbie's eyes were 
all over me and he told me I had a pretty body. I do and even then my tits 
were about the same size they are now. I didn't feel at all embarrassed as 
his eyes appraised me. I was feeling daring and adventurous and that was all 
part of the fun. 

"After he looked me all over I began to study him. His cock looked so sweet 
and wet that I wanted to take it in my mouth right then. I wondered just how 
it would look after I had sucked on it for a while. Mostly I wondered just 
how big it would get. 

"We took our time in the bath and then dried each other off. As Robbie 
rubbed the towel over my breasts I began to tingle all inside my cunt. I 
told him then that I wanted to suck on his prick. He didn't believe it until 
I tucked him in bed and started to play with it. 

"He looked up at me out of his eleven-year-old face with the eyes of a man. 
As I rubbed and pinched his small prick it started to grow right before my 
eyes. Before I knew it, it was four inches long and standing straight up in 
the air. 

"As soon as I convinced myself that it wasn't going to grow anymore, I took 
it between my lips and began to suck on it. As I did, a feeling of power 
went through me. Part of it was because of the faraway look in his eyes. He 
looked so happy that I almost cried. Not a muscle was moving. Once in a 
while he blinked, but aside from that he just stared ahead with a half-grin 
on his face. 

"I sucked it for twenty minutes before my lips began to get tired. I had 
thought something would happen but Robbie told me he couldn't come. I 
promised him that when he could, I would do it again. 

"But we didn't wait. Giving head got to be my favorite game and Robbie was 
crazy about it too. At first we did it every chance we got but then I got 
smart. I saved it for the times when he was bucking me about something. Then 
I used it as a bribe. But Robbie was a sharp kid so it worked kind of 
backwards. He started being bratty on purpose so that I would blow him. 
After awhile I stopped bothering. 

"We were always pretty careful to do it when we thought his folks would be 
out late. Sometimes we misjudged and had to stop right in the middle. As I 
got more practice I could suck on it longer. Once I almost licked his cock 
for a straight hour. I would have too, but his poor prick was getting so 
sore that it went down. 

"When Robbie and his folks went away for a two-week vacation I was 
miserable. My mouth was watering for his prick the whole time he was gone. 
School was out and I didn't have very much to do except think about it. My 
parents thought I was miserable over all the money I was losing. But by then 
I would have stayed with Robbie for nothing. 

"I dated a few boys my own age but they didn't interest me very much. They 
gave me a lot of sloppy kisses and tried to grab my tits and that turned me 
off. They were just so clumsy about the whole thing. I thought about blowing 
one of them but I knew the whole class would know about it the next day. And 
then they would all expect it. That's what happened to one of my friends. 
She let a guy strip her and rub her clit and gash until she came. The next 
day half the guys in school were asking her for dates. They all tried the 
same thing and when she wouldn't let them they got mad. So I knew what I 
would be in for if I blew a guy my own age. 

"When Robbie got back I was so glad to see him that I almost cried. As soon 
as we were alone, my hands were at his pants and my mouth was all ready for 
his cock. He warned me that his dad might be home soon but I just ignored 
it. I had been waiting for so long that I didn't care what happened. 

"I was in a panic and just about tore the kid's pants down. When I finally 
got my mouth on his prick I felt much better. I had been sucking on it for 
ten minutes or so when I got the feeling there was someone else in the room. 
I turned my head and saw his father watching us through the window. 

"I let Robbie's prick slide out of my mouth and I told him to get dressed. I 
was scared shitless and started thinking that his dad would send me to 
reform school and tell my parents and all kinds of terrible things. When he 
walked in the door I just wanted to die on the spot. I didn't even notice 
that he didn't look too mad, and that his prick was standing straight out in 
his pants. 

"He told Robbie to go to his room and the kid obeyed faster than I thought 
he ever could. Then Mr. K. just stood there and stared at me for a long 
time. I was so miserable that I kept watching the floor, hoping that a big 
hole would suddenly open up. But I couldn't just stand there the rest of my 
life so I finally looked up at him. His eyes were going all over my body. I 
had to shake myself before I could take in the fact that he was turned on. 

"I was heading my eyes back down to the floor when I caught sight of the 
bulge in his pants. His prick looked like it was a foot long and I couldn't 
help staring at it and thinking that it might be fun to suck on one that 
size. 

"He must have read my mind because the next thing I knew he had it out of 
his pants and was waving it in front of me. He was talking kind of crazy 
about his wife loving Robbie better than him and stuff like that. But the 
look in his eye told me that he wanted the same kind of treatment his son 
was getting. 

"As he came closer I backed away a little until I sat down on the couch. He 
came closer and thrust his thick cock right in my face. It was at least ten 
inches long and two or three inches thick. I didn't know how I was going to 
get something that size in my mouth but I sure wanted to try. 

"I took his cock in my hand and studied it for a minute. It was hard as a 
rock and so much bigger than Robbie's. Besides that, it was based in a clump 
of curly hair that fascinated me. I touched the wiry hair and it sprang back 
at me. I giggled a little and did it again. 

"I would have played with his dark bush some more but I sensed that he was 
getting kind of impatient. So I started to play with his cock a little. I 
began with my hand, running it down the long shaft. I could feel his cock 
move in my hand and it seemed to be getting harder all the time. As I kept 
on playing with it my fear evaporated and I could relax and enjoy it. I 
loved the thick stiffness of his cock in my hand. 

"Mr. K. got the same kind of glazed look that Robbie had when. I played with 
him. That helped even more to make the whole thing easier. I ran my hands up 
arid down his prick for a minute, all the way from the very tip back down to 
his balls. I rubbed them for a while, cupping them in my hands and playing 
with them. They were so different from his son's that I just had to explore 
them thoroughly. 

"When I was done with that I went back to his prick. The knobby head had 
turned a deep red, almost purple by then and it fascinated me. I got a good 
hold on his lollipop-my fingers could just about reach all the way around. 
Then I started to move my hand up and down on it. I felt the outside skin 
move with my hand and wondered where all the wrinkles went when he got hard. 

"Then I bent down and started to run my tongue all over his stiff poker. I 
licked every single inch of it, both front and back. Then I licked his balls 
for a minute or two. By then I could hear him groaning as my tongue went 
back to his cock. I licked harder and faster and he seemed to love it. 

"I was afraid to take his big stick in my mouth but finally I just couldn't 
stand the temptation for another minute. I got about half of it in and began 
to suck. His hot prick filled my mouth up almost completely so that I really 
had to work on finding room to lick and suck it. 

"I worked his cock over good, using my cheeks and tongue and lips and even 
my teeth. While I was sucking on it a drop of cream spilled out of the tip 
into my mouth. It tasted good so I swallowed it down. I kept on sucking for 
another few minutes, working him as fast as I could. I just couldn't seem to 
stop licking and biting his enormous cock. I loved it all so much that I 
didn't give a damn about anything else. 

"Suddenly I felt his prick start to quiver and shake like a volcano that was 
ready to erupt. I didn't know just what was going on so I kept on sucking. A 
minute later a torrent of hot lava erupted and gushed down my throat. I 
drank it up as well as I could, loving the salty taste of his creamy jism. 
As I tried to suck on his cock some more I discovered that it was shrinking. 
That was when I finally figured out everything about sex. 

"Anyway, after we were done I got ready to go home. I didn't know just what 
was going on so I asked Mr. K. if he wanted me to baby-sit for Robbie 
anymore. I wouldn't have blamed him if he had said no, but he didn't. 
Instead, he told me that he was glad Robbie had such a nice girl around. 

"You can guess what happened then. I took turns sucking off Robbie and his 
father. Mr. K. started coming home from work earlier on days when he knew 
his wife would be out. When he was home he ordered Robbie to go to his room 
while I blew him. 

"For a long time I thought I had a great thing going for me. I was getting 
to suck two pricks and no one knew a thing about it. I didn't realize how 
jealous Mr. K. was of Robbie. Every time he came and filled my mouth up with 
cream he would say something about Robbie not being able to do that. I 
agreed. Actually, the fact that Robbie couldn't come yet didn't bother me at 
all. Even though he didn't cream he could stay hard for a hell of a long 
time. That was one thing his father couldn't do. 

"All summer long I sucked both of them off and loved it. But when school 
started again I took another look at the guys there and decided that maybe I 
should go out with them more. I did and petted with them a few times. By 
then all the girls my age were doing it so it was no big thing. Besides 
that, I blew a couple of them and liked it better than Robbie or his father. 
I looked around until I found a part-time job after school and quit the 
baby-sitting. 

"The only problem is, that was three years ago and I'm still hooked on 
blowing guys. I got fucked once and it didn't do a thing for me. And neither 
does anything that a guy does to me. The only kind of sex I really love is 
sucking cocks. If I didn't want to get married some day and have kids I 
wouldn't give a damn. But I do. So I'll have to work something out. Maybe I 
can find a husband who digs getting sucked off more than anything else. I 
guess guys like that are pretty rare but I'm sure there must be one 
someplace. I'll just have to keep on looking." 

 CASE HISTORY 

Sixty-Nine for a Math Teacher 

"I can still remember the very first time I felt a guy go down on me. My 
pussy was itching for some real action and as soon as that tongue pushed 
into my slit, I could feel the rumble of orgasm. God, how I love to have a 
suck job done on my cunt. Just nothing beats the feeling. The only trouble 
is that I haven't been able to find enough guys who are willing to suck me 
off. Even if I give a suck job back, most of the guys I've met seem to be 
reluctant to go down on me. 

"I think I got this hang-up about pussy licking when I was about thirteen. I 
started playing around with myself then. I've always thought that sex was 
the greatest thing even when I was just playing with my cunny by myself. And 
I used to do that plenty. 

"Where I come from girls are supposed to be sweet and pure and innocent. And 
I was for a long time. Somehow I never connected the things I did with 
anything bad or naughty. I was just having fun and making myself feel real 
good. 

"I kind of discovered my cunt by accident when I was ten or so. I remember 
that day clear as anything. I had hit my sister on the head and my mom 
locked me in my room until I was ready to apologize. I didn't want to since 
my sister had deserved it, so I sat there and sulked for a couple of hours. 
But I had to pee so bad that I couldn't stand it. I told my mom but she said 
I couldn't even go to the bathroom until I said I was sorry. And I wasn't 
about to do that. 

"Anyway, I put my hand down between my legs and held on to my pussy hard, 
hoping that would stop me from pissing in my pants. I rubbed my cunt and 
then it started feeling real good. I didn't know what my clit was then but I 
could feel part of me standing up like a hard little knob. 

"It felt so good that I just kept on rubbing and working over my cunt with 
my hand until I came. I just lay back all of a sudden and relaxed and just 
about passed out. Vibrations were running all through my body and I loved 
the feel of them. 

"I still had to pee so I told my sister I was sorry and all that. Hell, I 
didn't give a shit then. I realized that I could have more fun playing with 
myself than fighting with her. 

"After that, I don't think a day passed without my coming. I was getting to 
be a real expert at it, too, so that I could rub and come in as little as 
three minutes. Sometimes I would get bored in school and go off to the John 
and play with my cunt. After a good come I always felt better. In fact, I 
still do. 

"Somehow, I never really connected what I was doing with sex. Sex was 
supposed to be bad and get girls in trouble, but playing with my cunt just 
made me feel good. So I kept it up without a guilty thought, as far as I can 
remember. 

"Actually, I figured that anything was all right as long as I didn't get 
fucked and knocked up. At thirteen I was stacked as good as any high school 
girl and better than most. As soon as my tits started popping they kept 
right on until they were as big as grapefruits. Everywhere I went guys were 
always whistling and making cracks. I knew that I should feel embarrassed 
but I didn't. As soon as I heard the first whistle I always felt my cunny 
start to soften up and get all creamy. I couldn't wait to get somewhere so 
that I could rub it hard and come. 

"Anyway, when I was about thirteen, after three years of masturbating 
myself, I started dating. At least that's what I called it. It was really 
just going to the movies and stuff with boys my own age who were more 
interested in baseball than sex. 

"Since I looked older, it wasn't long before boys in high school started to 
ask me out. My parents wouldn't let me go but I didn't let that stop me. 
After all, I was thirteen and really knew the score. At least I knew enough 
not to get knocked up. 

"One guy's name was Paul and he was eighteen and a real doll. When I just 
looked at him I flipped. He was so beautiful and all, With light blond hair 
and blue eyes and a gorgeous build. His pants were so tight that I could see 
the outline of his cock even when it was down. He was well hung and I 
thought about letting something like that get in my cunt. But I knew I 
wouldn't let him do that. 

"He had been looking me over for quite awhile, taking in my big tits and 
nice legs. It was my first big date and all, so I wasn't quite sure just 
what to expect. When he told me we were going to a drive-in I got a better 
idea. 

"I told my folks I was going to visit a girl friend and met Paul at the 
local drug store. I had worn my shortest mini and a sweater that showed my 
boobs off as much as I dared. I hadn't worn a bra and just thinking about 
Paul got my nipples all hard until I could see the outline through the 
sweater. 

"Paul was right on time. As his eyes went over my sweater and skirt I could 
see the bulge in his pants start to grow. I think just then I started to 
feel a little afraid. After all, I was kind of leading him on. I had no 
intentions of letting him fuck me and I hoped that he wouldn't get mad and 
rape me or something. 

"When I got in the car he put his arm around me and pulled me over so far 
that I was just about sitting in his lap. He kept taking my hand and putting 
it on his hard cock and I kept moving it. I liked the feel of him but I was 
kind of scared anyway. 

"As soon as we got to the drive-in he tried to move me to the back seat but 
I kept saying that I had wanted to see the movie for a long time. He started 
getting a little nasty and I began to cry. He looked disgusted and told me 
that I was acting like I was fourteen. I didn't know what else to do so I 
told my real age. Boy, did he ever look surprised. He just about dropped his 
teeth. 

"But he knew I was jail bait and told me that he wouldn't dream of fucking a 
kid like me. By then, even though I was scared, I could feel my cunt pumping 
away. I was almost disappointed. He still held me tight and rubbed my tits 
once in a while but he didn't try anything else right then. 

"All the same, I had wanted something to happen so I started to play with 
his cock. It had wilted when I told him how old I really was but as soon as 
I touched him it started to get hot and hard all over again. It felt so warm 
and nice that I just kept right on rubbing it and a few minutes later he 
came. 

"I was so dumb that I didn't expect that. One minute his prick was hard and 
steaming and then all of a sudden my hand was filled with his sticky goo and 
his prick was soft again. 

"He looked kind of surprised and told me I gave a good hand job. Then he 
said that he would really like to do something nice for me. He took my 
sweater off and started sucking on my tits until my nipples were standing 
out straight and hard. His lips and tongue and teeth were all working over 
my tits until I could feel my cunt get so wet that I thought a flood might 
come out of me. 

"His hands were wandering down between my legs and soon they reached my 
cunt. He pressed down on it just the way I liked it and massaged my clit 
through the thin fabric of my panties. Then he pulled them down and fingered 
my hole for a few minutes. 

"He worked his quick fingers in and out of my slit until I was more juiced 
up than ever. Then he lay me down and spread my legs wide apart. I thought 
that he was getting ready to fuck me and at that point I didn't care about 
anything but the hot blood racing through my veins. 

"But he didn't fuck me at all. Instead, he put his head down between my legs 
and began to lick my cunt. At the first touch of his tongue it was really 
like an electric shock went through me. I had never imagined that anything 
could feel so wonderful. My juice was flowing and his tongue was licking as 
fast as it was pouring out. 

"The greatest thing was when he took my throbbing clit very gently between 
his lips and started to suck on it very slowly. At that, I just went through 
the roof of the car. At least that's what it felt like. I came so hard and 
fast that everything started spinning around and I soon felt that I was 
floating up in the clouds, looking down on my squirming body. It was just 
marvelous and so much better than anything I had ever felt before. 

"Paul and I dated for about six months and it was terrific. I went down on 
him once or twice but mostly I rubbed his thick cock with my hand until he 
ejaculated. 

"And the best part was the way he ate my cunt. He reamed it out with his 
tongue until I screamed and writhed with passion. I loved it so much that I 
managed to sneak out to meet him at least three times a week. After awhile 
we stopped bothering with the drive-in and just went down by the lake and 
parked. 

"Looking back, it almost seems as though I was leading a weird kind of 
double life. At school I was just a kid and at home they treated me almost 
as though I was still wearing diapers. But at night, when I was alone with 
Paul in the car and he was sucking and licking my cunt, I was a real woman. 

"It would have gone on forever but Paul got drafted. I hated to see him go. 
Besides missing his mouth on my hot box there was a chance that I would 
never see him again. And I liked him a lot. 

"After he left I just about went crazy with longing. I kept on playing with 
my cunt but it just wasn't the same. I wanted his mouth over it, his tongue 
running in and out of my little slit, his lips sucking on my love knob. I 
couldn't very well do all that myself. 

"I kept on dating boys my own age, going to movies and dances but there was 
nothing there. Sometimes they would get really brave and kiss me a few times 
but that was about all. And their kisses didn't do a thing to me-they didn't 
even know enough to use their tongues. 

"I knew that I had to have some real sex soon so I went looking for it. 
There was a bowling alley where all the high school guys used to hang out 
and pick up girls so I went there a few times. But none of them really 
turned me on. Besides, the few I went out with didn't want to do what I 
liked. They just wanted to fuck and I was afraid I'd get pregnant. So I got 
the reputation of being a real tease. Finally none of them would bother with 
me anymore. I offered to jerk them off if they would go down on me but they 
weren't interested. It was fucking or nothing with them. 

"When school started in the fall I was in bad shape. I had spent the whole 
damn summer trying to get a mouth on my cunt and daydreaming about it. I 
just couldn't keep my mind on studies. I kept concentrating on my cunt. 

"I was in high school and since I was such a sexy looking kid a lot of the 
older boys asked me out. All of my girl friends were jealous since most of 
the older boys thought freshmen weren't too hot. But the same damn thing 
happened. They just wanted to thrust their cocks up my snatch and I didn't 
want them to. 

"All my grades were pretty shitty but math was worst of all. I just couldn't 
concentrate on it one bit. The teacher was a young man in his early 
twenties. He offered to help me after school so I went, not thinking that it 
would do a hell of a lot of good. 

"It had really never occurred to me that a teacher might have the hots for 
me. Even though he wasn't that much older than Paul, he seemed like he 
belonged to a different world. But when I finally went to his room after 
school the first look at his face told me what the story really was. 

"I didn't know what to do. I never thought about him that way but as soon as 
it started I took a close look at the thick, sensual lips of his mouth and 
knew that they would feel just right on my box. So when I had come up close 
to him I played right along, letting his cheek graze against my full tits. 
He gave a little jerk and I moved in a little closer until my boob was 
against his cheek and my thigh was pressed against his leg. As I pretended 
to concentrate on what he was telling me I let my eyes wander down to his 
crotch. His prick was hard and ready. 

"He noticed where my eyes were headed right away and told me that it might 
be easier if we studied in his apartment. I was ready to agree but then I 
thought that if all he wanted was fucking it might be hard to get out of it. 
After all, he could flunk me easy as pie. So I told him very plainly that I 
didn't fuck and never would until I got married. While I was talking I moved 
my hand across his lap and caressed his cock through his pants. I could feel 
the heat and the passion running through his body as he sat there looking 
confused. 

"'It's obvious what you can do for me but what would you get out of it?' he 
asked me: "So I told him that I loved the feel of a mouth covering my pussy 
and that his mouth looked just about right. He looked shocked as hell and 
asked me where I had learned about things like that. So I told him that was 
none of his business and if he didn't want to play I would leave. But from 
the way his cock was standing up I knew that he didn't want to leave. So we 
went to his apartment. 

"As soon as we got in the door he grabbed me and started kissing my mouth 
and neck, telling me what a sexy babe I was at the same time. I unzipped his 
fly and took out his hard prick. I ran my fingers around the head of it 
until I could feel it quiver and throb. I guess he was horny as hell because 
he came almost right away and shot a great big wad. It felt so hot and good 
that I was almost tempted to let him stick it inside me. 

"I undressed quickly and lay down on his bed and spread my legs wide open. 
The feel of his manhood in my hand had started my juices flowing and I was 
dying to have his mouth over me. He looked almost unhappy as I drew his head 
down and put it between my legs. But after the first lick he was fine. 

"His tongue went to work on my pussy, licking it dry in no time at all. As 
he explored further and grazed the tip of my clit with it, I started juicing 
up all over again. 

"He played with my clit some more, flicking it with his tongue and licking 
it all the way down to the base. My pussy was filled with juice again and he 
went back straight to the source. He worked his tongue in and out of my clit 
fast and hard. Just as soon as his tongue was buried in my snatch I started 
coming fast. I felt my pussy squeeze his tongue as though I was trying to 
milk it. 

"By the time I finished going off he was, hot and hard again. He asked me to 
blow him so I did. I never liked it much before then but I had decided to 
work over his prick the same way he had my cunt. 

"So I started by running my tongue all over the head of his cock. Then I 
took it in my mouth and started to suck on it a little, very gently. It 
wasn't quite as big as Paul's had been and maybe that's what made it easier 
to work with. I took some more of it in my mouth and worked my tongue along 
the shaft. 

"A drop of cream leaked out and I tasted it. It wasn't bad really. In fact I 
liked it a lot. So I licked his cock all up and down the shaft, from the 
bottom of his head all the way down to his balls. I licked them a little, 
too. As I did I felt a kind of tremble go through his whole body. I knew 
then that I was giving him the same good thrill that he had given me and 
that made me so happy. 

"Taking as much of his cock in my mouth as I could, I started to suck the 
whole thing, all seven inches of it. I would feel the head halfway down my 
throat, almost choking me but I didn't let that stop me. I kept at it until 
I felt his prick begin to twitch with a kind of frenzy. 

"I pulled the shaft out of my mouth and concentrated all my sucking on the 
head. I used my cheeks and tongue and teeth to work it over and after a few 
minutes I was rewarded when he came. 

"It was the first time I'd ever swallowed a load and I found out I liked it. 
It tasted better than anything and the heat going down my throat was a real 
turn-on. I guzzled it all down and sucked a little more. I just couldn't 
help myself. I wanted more of his jism. 

"After that, I went to his apartment after school almost every day. He got 
to be a real expert at eating cunt and I got a lot of practice blowing him. 
Sometimes we did each other at the same time but not too often. I don't like 
that as much. Hell, when I give a guy head I have to concentrate on how I 
work over his prick. And if his lips are fastened onto my snatch at the same 
time I just can't think straight. 

"It was one hell of a year for us. Besides getting my cunny reamed out all 
the time, I got the best grades in math ever. As summer came nearer I began 
to wonder just how we would manage. I finally asked him about it and he told 
me that he was going home for the summer and getting married. On weekends 
he'd been dating one of the other teachers. 

"That pissed me off. Not that I wanted to marry him or anything like that. 
But hell, he could have told me. I told him about all the dates I'd been on. 
He fed me a lot of bull about not wanting to lose me until he had to. Crap, 
the bastard had a hell of a good deal going for him. Me on weekdays and 
another girl on weekends. I guess what bothered me most was knowing that I 
would have to find another mouth for my cunt. 

"It was easier than I thought it would be. I spent most of my time at the 
neighborhood swimming pool that summer and the lifeguard was a real doll. He 
wore those skimpy trunks that don't hide much of anything. He had a terrific 
build and a gorgeous tan. Best of all he wanted me. 

"Like any other guy, he started out trying to fuck me. When I refused to 
play he almost left. We were alone in my house sitting on the sofa when he 
got up. I pushed him back down and started unzipping his pants. His cock was 
all hard and at first" the size scared me. The guy must have measured at 
least ten inches and I didn't see how the hell I was going to be able to 
handle it. 

"I licked around the head at first and then worked my way down the shaft, 
giving it short kisses with a slight sucking motion all the way back. He 
looked dazed but settled back down into his seat right away. 

"Since his prick was so big, after I sucked on the head for a few minutes I 
had to suck the shaft back in little bits and pieces. He loved it though, so 
that made it all right. After the length of his cock showed marks from all 
my intense sucking, I took the head in my mouth and worked it over hard. His 
knob was huge and that alone filled my mouth all the way up, making it hard 
to get too much real suction. But I managed and he came soon after that. 

"His cream squirted down my throat and gulping it down was a real struggle. 
It tasted good though, so I had no problem sucking a little more to drain 
his cock all the way. 

"I looked up at him after I finished and noticed a dreamy, faraway kind of 
look in his eyes. He was really grooving over my sucking. I let him stay 
happy for a few more minutes until my pussy got unbearably tight and horny. 
It was aching like hell and I knew that he had just the tongue to stop the 
ache. 

"I told him what I wanted and he agreed. I spread my legs and he began to 
lick my cunt, running his tongue all over and around my clit. It had been 
almost a month since the last time, so I came right away, even though his 
tongue never even went down in my slit. As soon as I shot off like a 
firecracker, he left. He never called me again and sort of ignored me at the 
pool. I guess he just was one of those guys who can't stand to go down on a 
girl. Tough shit for him. I know damned well he loved it when I sucked him 
off. Life just isn't fair for women. 

"I had a long dry spell for a while. My pussy ached and itched for a sucking 
mouth but there just wasn't any around. 

"Bill and I started dating in my last year of high school. Right from the 
first I fell in love with him. I thought of him as more of a person than 
just a mouth and he loved me, too. We planned to get married just as soon as 
school was over in June. In May, a month before the wedding, I learned the 
awful truth about myself. 

"Bill had been trying to talk me into fucking for a while. He liked the way 
I blew him but it just wasn't enough. Since I knew damned well he really was 
going to marry me I wasn't all that worried about getting knocked up. 
Besides, I was taking the pill. So I told him it would be all right. It was 
really funny the way I was looking forward to it. All those years I'd 
figured a tongue was just a good substitute. I was finally going to get the 
real thing. 

"It started out fine. Bill got me all hot and ready fast. My pussy was 
juiced up and my clit was thumping with desire. I spread my legs and he 
slowly inched his prick inside me. There was a sharp pain as he busted my 
cherry but that went away quickly. Bill ran his cock in and out of my pussy 
for a few minutes and then came. His cream felt good up my cunt but that was 
the only real pleasure I'd gotten out of the whole thing. I was so 
disappointed that I started to cry. But Bill told me that it usually took a 
while before a woman adjusted and had orgasms. 

"After our first failure I was dying to try it again. I figured that with 
enough practice I would soon come. But we fucked almost every night that 
month before our wedding and nothing very much ever happened. Oh, I enjoyed 
being so close to Bill and having part of his body inside me and the hot wet 
feeling in my pussy when he came. But I never had a climax and I sure was 
used to having them. 

"During all this Bill was really getting hungup about not being able to make 
me come. I kept on telling him that he had always succeeded before we 
started fucking. So one night we tried having him go down on me beforehand. 
At the first touch of his lips on my pussy I could feel the beginnings of an 
orgasm building up inside my body. 

"Right after I started coming, Bill took his mouth away and jammed his cock 
inside me. At that point I was wild with passion and didn't even notice. So 
I finished my come with his prick instead of his tongue. 

"That's the way we've done it since then. I come all the time and Bill 
doesn't mind it a bit. The only problem is that if we want to do it more 
than once in one night I have to go and wash his cream out of me. He won't 
touch his own cream for anything. I guess maybe our sex life is kind of 
weird but I don't mind it a bit. Hell, I think I'm getting the best of both 
worlds. And I keep Bill happy, too. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Oral Stimulation arid Climax 

"I'm the first to admit that I am really turned on by the sucking bit. Oral 
lovemaking is it, as far as I'm concerned. It's the only way to have an 
orgasm. I'm not only hooked on getting my cunt licked, but I love giving 
blow jobs as well. This boyfriend of mine, he goes in for the sucking in a 
big way as well. Don loves to give me a good lick job before we get down to 
fucking. Hell, does he know what to do with that tongue of his! I sort of go 
all mushy when he slobbers over my gash, especially when he stabs back and 
forth in my slit and then nibbles over my clit. 

"He takes a long time getting me all worked up for a fuck. Usually he starts 
by kissing all around my face and my neck. Naturally he lets his tongue dip 
deep into my mouth and twirl around with mine for a while. I get a big kick 
out of French kissing like that. 

"But after several long minutes during which we've really kissed up a storm 
with our tongues, then he starts to lick all around my neck and nibble at my 
ears. He lets his tongue dart into my ears, and that makes me have little 
shivers up and down my spine. 

"He works around like that, nibbling and nipping for quite awhile. Then he 
starts working down, letting his lips brush back and forth across my neck 
and then down around my shoulders. He goes from one to the other, finally 
going just a little lower and reaching the point where the top of my boob 
starts to flatten out on my chest. 

"Then he takes a long time working with my tits. He lets his tongue go from 
one nipple to the other, flicking at each one for a little until it's good 
and hard. I can get very hard nipples sometimes, and they stick out like 
little bullets. 

"Then, after he's got my nipples hard he dips down with his mouth and sucks 
them in-one at a time, of course. He sucks the nipples in and flicks his 
tongue back and forth across it a few more times. Then he really applies the 
suction and takes in about half of my boob. I've got pretty big boobs, which 
gives you an idea of just how hard he sucks. 

"He works on both of them like that for a while, going from one to the 
other, and by the time he's finished sucking on my boobs I can already feel 
the juice starting to flow down in my pussy. But Don isn't finished with me 
yet. Not by a long shot. 

"He starts licking between my boobs, down in that crevice that separates my 
two mountains. He licks and licks, and sometimes lets his head swing from 
side to side like a pendulum, nipping at one boob and then the other. He 
keeps this up for quite awhile. 

"Then he begins to work lower. He licks under each boob from side to side, 
and then gradually starts going down until he comes to my bellybutton. I 
really jump when he shoots his tongue in that little hole and wiggles it 
around. He does that just to get a rise out of me, and then he goes on down 
to the business section. 

"Very slowly he licks his way down to the very top of my cunt hair. Then, 
when he comes to my cunt hair he places his hands on my hips and holds me 
tight. Maybe he thinks I'm going to start wiggling around or something. 
Actually, I very often do wiggle like I've got ants in my pants. Only I'm 
not wearing any pants. 

"Well anyway, he holds me tight while he starts to nibble on my cunt hair. 
And that's just what he does, too. He takes a good mouthful in, and chews a 
little, and I can feel my hair getting between his teeth. But that doesn't 
seem to bother him. As a matter-of-fact I think he likes it. He just chews a 
little more, letting his face move all around in my cunt hair and breathing 
in my scent. 

"Then he moves down a couple of inches and places his mouth right at the 
very tip of my slit. It's only a tiny bit away from my clit, which is 
beginning to throb by now, and I can feel his hot breath cascading all over 
my clit. I really like that. 

"Well, he does that just enough to tantalize me. And that only takes a 
couple of seconds. Then he lets his lips move up and down my slit, covering 
the whole area. And his tongue licks out from time to time while he's doing 
that 'cause my cunt has begun to leak by then and Don can taste my cunt 
juice coming from my hairs and from my slit. 

"Don really likes my cunt juice. He says it has a taste that's impossible to 
describe. Although I have a feeling that my cunt juice and his cock juice 
don't taste that much different. There's a certain saltiness to both of 
them, and I know that his cock juice has a kind of meat flavor. 

"Anyway, he laps a little along my slit, trying to get as much juice as I've 
dripped out by then. There would be a lot more coming soon, of course, but I 
always leak some before I come. 

"Then Don begins to use his tongue more, letting it slide up and down 
between my cunt lips. And every time it gets near the top of my slit Don 
puts a lot of force behind his tongue and makes it sort of whip my clit. He 
knows how much I like my clit worked on, and he begins to use his tongue to 
really make me hot. 

"Back and forth it goes, and sometimes it gets me so fired up I reach down 
and get a good handful of his hair and start to twist it and pull it. Of 
course I try to keep a grip on myself, but with a great tongue like that 
whipping my clit it's sometimes very difficult. 

"Anyway, the more he works on my clit the more my box starts to leak, which 
Don likes very much. It starts to juice so much that he finally dips his 
tongue right in my snatch hole in order to soak up my juice. And that really 
drives me up the wall! 

"I mean to tell you, if you've never had a wild tongue up your snatch, you 
have no idea what you're missing. It feels like some kind of snake up there 
wiggling and squirming all over the place. And Don keeps his tongue 
slithering and sliding in and out until he knows that I just can't stand it 
anymore. 

"Then he attaches his mouth to my cunt just as if it was a vacuum cleaner. 
He just opens his mouth wide and sucks hard, drawing most of my cunt lips 
right in. And that's a crazy feeling right in itself. It feels a little like 
he's trying to rip my cunt right off my body. 

"Well, after a little of that, I really am climbing the walls, but I don't 
have to worry, 'cause Don has his nice big bone that sort of curves in the 
middle. And it has this big head on the end of it, which gets all fat and 
red and reminds me of an apple. 

"Don gets up between my legs and positions himself on each side of my body. 
He holds the upper part of his body up with his arms and works his crotch 
around until I feel his hard prick knocking at my cunt door. He just likes 
to wiggle his hard spear down there, trying to work the thick knob of it 
into my hole. 

"Finally he makes contact, and I feel that blunt bulb of a cock head slip 
right between my cunt lips and into my juicing cunt. Then Don lets out this 
great sigh, like he feels something beautiful happening inside him. And 
something beautiful is happening. 

"Very gradually he starts to press his stomach down until it begins to make 
contact with mine, and I feel his kinky cock hair meshing with my own. And 
the farther he presses down the more his prick sinks into my snatch, filling 
my hole with his hot hardness. 

"Deeper and deeper he goes until finally he's all the way in, and my twat 
has swallowed up his whole magnificent cock. That's when we start to roll 
together, his hips going around in one direction and mine going around in 
the other. 

"Before long we're fucking like two corkscrews. Then, after we've done that 
for a while, Don starts to pull his cock out a little and shoves it back in. 
Pulls it out and shoves it back, our asses going around and around all the 
time. 

"I mean to tell you, when we have something going like that it's really 
wonderful. And he ends up by spurting a gallon of cream up my snatch, which 
merges and mingles with my own juice and then the whole shooting match drips 
out on the sheets. 

"Yes, fucking is a whole lot of fun, especially when it's combined with 
licking and sucking on my whole body, which is how he always starts the 
show. But something I like even better, and I don't mind admitting it, is 
when I have a chance to do the same thing to him. 

"We usually try it from different positions. Sometimes, if he's tired, I 
have him lay back on the bed and I get on top of him and go to work, doing 
my own thing. I start with his face, giving him deep tongue kisses, and 
letting my tongue have a little whip fight with his. 

"Then I start to kiss all around his face, very gently but very firmly. I 
move from his lips to his eyes and his nose and around to each ear. I know 
it feels very good when a hot wet tongue dips in your ear so I do that to 
him a couple of times, letting my tongue swish around and around. 

"I work around and down his neck for a little while, finally coming down to 
his chest, which is pretty well covered with hair. I like to let my fingers 
run through his hair, but even better I like to run my tongue around and 
around in it, which I do. 

"I like to keep tonguing his hair until I've got it good and soggy, and then 
I slurp it all up, taking big gobs of his chest hair in my mouth and then 
letting it slip back out of my mouth. 

"I start working lower and lower until I get down to his flat stomach, and I 
keep licking the whole time, covering every good fleshy inch of his sexy 
body. Lower and lower I lick until finally I come to his cock hair, and by 
then I feel the first waves of a come building up inside me. I don't really 
know what does it, it's just that as soon as I feel myself getting near a 
good cock, a tingle of something shoots through me and I start juicing up. I 
guess it takes cocksucking to do that to me. 

"I run my face around and around in that cock hair, breathing deeply of that 
rich musky scent that Don's got there between his legs. I even manage to 
control myself a little and rather than just swoop down on the nice hard 
cock I tease myself and Don by ignoring it for the moment and dropping over 
to that little crevice that runs at the top of each one of his thighs. 

"I like to run my tongue up and down that crevice, and sometimes I lap up a 
little moisture there which tastes just like his cock. Yum! I lick and lick 
each crevice until I've got all there is to get. Then I go on to bigger and 
better things, like his balls. 

"Don's balls remind me of two big marbles cushioned inside a hairy bag. He's 
got quite a handful hanging down below his cock, and I just love to take it 
in my hands and roll those balls around against each other. But even better, 
I love to taste them. 

"I open my mouth wide so I don't hurt him, then I plop the whole bag of 
balls in my mouth and suck like all hell. Don starts to wiggle around when I 
do that, and I have to control my passions to keep from just chomping right 
down on those delicious balls and chewing them to bits! 

Anyway, I suck and suck on those balls until Don begins to cry out from the 
torment. And then, much as I would like to keep on sucking, I know that the 
big prize comes next. Next I can begin to use my lips and tongue on that 
big, beautiful dick. 

"My cunt lets loose with another wad of juice at about that time, and the 
waves begin to course over my body and through it and around it. And as soon 
as I take that swollen cock head between my lips and my taste buds start to 
come alive from the incredible meaty flavor, I start to roll onward and 
upward to a glorious juicing come! 

"I have to stop for a moment, usually, while the tidal wave rolls over me 
and I cream all over the place. Don understands what's happening to me, and 
he just lays there patiently with his cock head between my lips while I 
finish my first come of the evening. 

"You notice I said first come, didn't you? Well, that's easy to explain. It 
seems like the more I do to the cock, the harder the sucking I do and the 
closer Don is to hosing my mouth down with a wad of cream, well, all those 
things make me come again and again. 

"Sometimes I can come five or six times just from sucking Don's cock once. 
In a way that's a little unfair, I know, but I make it up to him. I'll tell 
you how in a minute. 

"Well, after I've finished my good come, I start to work Don up to his. 
Actually I don't have to do too much in that department, since Don has no 
trouble getting as hard as a rock as soon as you just mention the word sex. 
He has a really handsome cock that sticks up firm and hard and long. I mean, 
it really looks patriotic with its big proud cock head standing up there at 
the end. And it gets wider and firmer as it tapers back to the thick root. 

"But speaking of licking, I even like licking that cock best of all. I mean, 
there's nothing I wouldn't want my mouth to do to that cock, including 
sucking on it right down to the hilt, and letting my tongue whip around it 
and slurp it, sucking back in all of my spit that has not become flavored 
with his pork roll. 

"I gradually begin to work on that cock head, licking it and sucking it, and 
letting my tongue push into the little one-eyed slit that he has right there 
at the end. It's out of that slit that all of his creamy milkshake will pour 
and I just love that little slit! 

"Another thing I like to do is get my tongue right behind the little rim 
that runs around the edge of his cock head. I like to run my tongue between 
that and the rest of the hard shaft. Don really wiggles his ass when that 
happens. Wow! 

"Inch by inch I begin to take more of Don's dick in my mouth, but I take it 
easy, 'cause pleasure like this can't be rushed. I let my tongue move and 
about and around every inch as it slides into my mouth, and my cunt begins 
to quiver harder and more violently with each inch of prick. 

"I like to hold onto Don's thighs and run my fingers up and down inside them 
while I'm sucking him off. I found a long time ago that the more things like 
that I do, the more it gets him steamed up and the more juice he spurts out. 
And the more juice the better, that's what I always say. 

"Finally, after several long minutes of this inch by inch sucking, I've got 
Don's whole dork inside me, filling my mouth and probing down into my 
throat. I usually have to let out a great sigh of satisfaction at that 
point, and let my cunt take over for another orgasm. 

"Then, after I've got that whole cock in my mouth and it's as hard and hot 
as it can get, I start sliding my mouth back and forth across it, letting my 
lips travel from the very base of the root to the very tip of the cock head. 
And, of course, the more that my mouth slides along its hard length the 
wetter I get it, until finally it's so well lubricated with my spit that my 
mouth just glides up and down it like a kid shinnying down a pole. 

"From that point on it usually doesn't take much before I can feel the 
tension building up in Don's loins, and I know the pressure of the come has 
built up. Something very interesting about that is that sometimes I think I 
can almost hear it. 

"I mean, I'm right in there close to his crotch anyway, right, and it seems 
to me that I can hear the rushing of some turbulence deep inside him. It 
sounds as if a dam has broken loose and the rushing streams of come are 
coursing along through his tubes, rushing and tumbling and bursting to get 
out through the opening at the tip of that mighty cock. 

"I can hear the cascading sound coming closer and closer and then ... 
finally ... there it is and my mouth is filled with hot seed. Jet after jet 
spurts into my mouth with the force of bullets, and I gulp and gulp as fast 
and furiously as I can to keep from losing any of the precious fluid. 

"Depending on how much licking and sucking I've done, Don's load is either a 
torrential burst that keeps spurting for several minutes, or else it just 
breaks loose and hoses me down in one big rush. 

"It's wonderful the kinds of things that people can do when they love each 
other, and Don and I love each other very much. That's why there's no place 
on his body that I wouldn't want to lick and suck and run my tongue over. 
And he feels the same way about me. We bring tremendous pleasure to each 
other, and that's real love, isn't it?" 

 CASE HISTORY 

Campus Swap Orgy 

The college sex scene has been the topic for many recent articles in 
newspapers and national magazines. Everyone wants to capitalize on the 
sensationalism involved with college sex and the purported perverse behavior 
of the campus students. One coed recently was quoted in a Los Angeles 
tabloid as saying, "Why can't they leave us alone? If we want to fuck or 
suck, that's our business and if we do it in groups of two or twenty-two, 
that's our thing. We're not out to destroy anyone's morale. We're out to 
have our own ball and we can do without outside interference." 

Recently, three college couples were charged with unlawful sexual acts in a 
dormitory in Ohio and were forced to leave school. More than a thousand 
coeds protested by whistling, shouting, and clapping their hands in approval 
when one of their speakers attacked the action as ignorant and shameful, and 
damned all laws making any sexual act between two agreeable people an 
offense. 

On another Midwestern campus, students sported placards demanding: Legalize 
all forms of sex! 

One college newspaper carried an article written by a girl reporter which 
described "campus turnings on." She'd given detailed descriptions of some of 
the sorority-fraternity swap parties, and when summoned before a judge and 
ordered to name her informants, she refused. She was tried for contempt of 
court, convicted, and fined three hundred dollars. Students picketed the 
courthouse, carrying signs castigating the judge, and they passed the hat to 
pay the young reporter's fine. 

At one large university, the authorities have made available a large sum of 
money to those who would name classmates involved in campus swap parties. 
The student body hastily organized a sit-down strike in protest and made it 
plain what would happen to those who might squeal. The offer was withdrawn. 

College students are in revolt against many things, as one can see by 
reading the newspapers. Uprisings have swept many campuses, especially over 
the crackdown on narcotics. But there have been revolts, too, over outdated, 
unrealistic and unfair rules and laws, a lot of them having to do with sex. 
There have been crusades against censorship, against racial discrimination, 
and against an ancient and puritanical sex code. 

A few people claim these present college capers are just an exotic form of 
youth revolt, but the kids say otherwise. 

"Sex sure shakes up the older generation," one student said. "Sometimes, I 
wonder how we all got here!" 

Another declared, "My folks had three kids. And I bet my old man and my old 
lady never did it more than three times!" 

Statistics seem to prove that the present college girl knows her way around 
better than her mother did. The percentage of unwed mothers on campuses is 
only about half what it used to be. 

One young college male divided coeds into three types: a very small group 
who were waiting for sex until after they were married, a second small group 
who had sex only with their steadies whom they hoped to marry, and a very 
large third group who indulged in swap parties and general orgies and would 
fuck anybody who bothered to blow in their ear. 

Sex gives pleasure, and the college crowd knows it. As one girl said, 
"People have been fucking since time began. So why hide it?" 

All efforts to ban sex have failed. It is too powerful a thing. Two kids, 
locked in jail overnight for breaking curfew, had sex through the bars. 
Oddly enough, its repression by our Puritan forefathers never cut down on 
the number of illegitimate babies born. And a conviction that anything 
pleasurable must be dangerous and immoral is a terrible sickness of the 
mind. 

On campuses throughout the nation today, boys and girls live it up. They 
know what sex is all about and only wish they had more of it. They do not 
believe that sex before marriage is immoral. They do not believe it leads to 
crime, insanity, or anything else but a damned good time. And they can 
produce scientific evidence to prove it. 

Nobody's going to stop college youth from indulging in sex. "It may be a 
sin," one boy said. "But you get great results from that kind of sinning!" 

Jeanie Nusbaum wasn't very popular in high school, and she blamed her 
mother. She guessed she started hating her mother when she graduated from 
the eighth grade. They were having exercises in the high school auditorium, 
and her mother had made her a new white dress with a big, pink ribbon bow. 
Jeanie was excited-until a horrible thing happened. 

The class was gathered in one of the classrooms, waiting the signal to march 
onto the stage. Her mother came in, and the moment Jeanie saw her, she knew 
she was having one or her "sick" spells, which meant she was drunk. Jeanie 
was ashamed as she watched her mother approach unsteadily, smiling inanely 
at everybody. Her lipstick was hideously smeared, and when she spoke to the 
teacher, her tongue was thick. Shame flooded over Jeanie, and she wished she 
could vanish through the floor. 

She stumbled around, dropping her purse, and when she tried to talk to her 
daughter, Jeanie turned her back. 

The program was half-over, when there was a disturbance in the audience. 
Jeanie heard her mother's loud, fuzzy voice. Panic-stricken, she got up and 
ran off the stage. 

Later, at home, her mother sobbed out how sorry she was for what she'd done, 
her face in her hands. "I didn't think one little drink would hurt anything. 
I love you, Jeanie," she said. "You're my little girl and I'm so sorry." 

Jeanie just stared dumbly out the window and didn't believe her. She was 
always sorry after she'd had one of her "spells." 

Jeanie's daddy stopped being harsh to her mother. But he looked haggard and 
worried all the time. He would caution his two daughters not to talk to 
anyone about their mother. "She's having a sick spell again," he'd always 
tell them. 

Mona, Jeanie's sister, was a year and a half older than she. When they got 
to high school, Mona didn't seem to mind about their mother. For one thing, 
she was pretty and had a lot of boyfriends. Their mother gave her a lot of 
chances to slip out and have about all the dates she wanted. She was going 
with some college fellows about the time she was a sophomore in high school. 

It was probably Jeanie's loneliness that turned her into a day dreamer. 
She'd do most of it on an evening after she'd watch Mona slip off to meet 
some boy for an evening of fun. 

It was on account of his wife's "bad sickness" that Jeanie's father finally 
lost his job with the small college in town. It had something to do with his 
reputation and standing in the community, whatever that meant. Jeanie had 
heard him use those very words when he told her mother about it. 

Her daddy got another teaching job at another school, and they moved into a 
small apartment only two blocks from Frat Row. Her daddy started drinking, 
too, and by the time Jeanie was a junior in high school, he just up and 
disappeared. 

Her mom and dad had spoiled her life, Jeanie felt. She didn't know it then, 
but she was ripe for trouble because she was so lonesome. The first boy she 
really got a crush on was Ben Smith. He was a high school football player 
and ran with a pretty wild crowd. Later, Jeanie started dating a college 
boy, a fraternity man and a member of the "Midnight Males." The "Midnight 
Males" didn't really have a fraternity house, but the house was on Frat Row, 
and they pretended it was. Mona once told her the boys had nude parties and 
pretty wild times. 

This boy, Squirt, must have been at least nineteen. The first time he tried 
to get in her panties, Jeanie lowered her head and butted him in the belly 
until he lost his breath. Then her knee came up and caught him in the groin. 
A young campus cop heard the commotion and came to her rescue. "I cart take 
care of myself!" she told him proudly, unwilling to admit that Squirt had 
made indecent overtures to her. 

But Mona started dating a "Midnight Male," and she'd come home and tell 
about the good times she'd had. Jeanie started wearing dresses, instead of 
jeans, and when Squirt asked her for a date again, she accepted. 

One night, he took her for a ride. He told her she was the one girl he'd 
been waiting for, before he started making violent love. When he felt for 
her pussy, she slapped him. 

He got mad and said, "Think you're better than Mona, don't you?" 

Jeanie learned that night that Mona had ditched Squirt. She wondered if Mona 
had ever gone all the way with him. She was letting old Squirt neck up a 
storm one evening when the young campus cop caught them. He chased them 
away, but his eyes begged Jeanie for something. 

The next day, he asked her for a date. She was thrilled, but she told him 
she was going steady. 

"With Squirt?" he asked. 

When she said yes, he cautioned her that Squirt was dangerous and no good 
for her. She started to walk away, but he caught her arm and begged, 
"Please, Jeanie, go with me. I'll be good to you." 

"Like all the boys, huh?" she snorted. She felt tense and wanted to believe 
him. But she couldn't. 

She heard him mutter something in an anguished voice, but she went on and 
didn't look back. 

"How long do you intend to hold out?" Squirt asked the next night. "I go ape 
with your teasing, and I'm wanting some of your pussy." 

"Until I'm married," she said. 

He said, "Oh, shit!" He threatened to use force, but Jeanie reminded him of 
how she'd kicked him in the groin and could do it again. 

About a week later, Jeanie dated one of the high school boys, a pasty-faced 
kid with pale blue eyes. When he came to get her, he acted funny, and she 
smelled beer on his breath. He told her he'd been up to the "Midnight Male" 
Frat House. "And, man, are they celebrating up there!" he added. 

He took her to a high school kid's house, where couples were dancing. There 
was beer, and some of the boys were drunk. After a short time, everyone 
disappeared and Jeanie and her date were left alone on the sofa. "Where's 
everybody gone?" she asked, and begged him to take her home. 

He ignored her plea and said, "They've gone to see the show." 

"What show?" 

"The one over at the 'Midnight Male' Frat House." Then he said, "Let's go 
over." He squeezed her hand, and she let him lead her to his car. It was 
only a short distance to the fraternity house. 

He opened the door, and when Jeanie stepped inside, she couldn't see 
anything in the darkness for a moment. All the overhead lights were out, but 
there was a tiny spot which gave a dim light to an improvised stage. Mona 
was up there, doing a slow dance that was rather pretty. Most of the kids 
were lying around on the floor, naked, and some were doing things to the 
slow rhythm of the music Mona was dancing by. 

All the kids began yelling wildly when the music got wild. Mona was wiggling 
up there and teasing with her body. Some guy grabbed her and dragged her to 
the floor. 

Jeanie's date was tearing at her clothes. She kicked and struggled, sobbing 
hysterically. "Oh, please," she moaned. "I'm a good girl-" 

"Okay, baby," her date told her. "But don't make me wait too long!" He 
relaxed his hold and she fell backwards, crashing onto the floor. 

Instantly, he was on top of her. He grabbed her ass and rubbed it hard, and 
she felt his hard cock pressing against her. "You got a hole, baby," he told 
her, "and I want in it!" 

When she fought, he told her, "You're gonna get my cock stuck in you 
tonight!" 

He wasn't kidding. He'd unzipped his trousers and taken them off. She felt 
hot for his cock, but she was scared. He slid his hand across her breasts 
and bounced them. He fondled them, one after the other. She lay still and 
sighed. 

He shoved his pecker at her pussy, but it wouldn't go in. She looked at what 
he had, and it was big and hard. He puffed and tried again, and she cried 
out. He tried working on her with his finger until she became wet and slick. 
He tried again. 

"Goddamn, we need some Vaseline!" he said. 

He spit on his cock to slick it up. He massaged her now with some of his 
saliva. "Oh, shit!" he said. "This is the best cock you've ever seen! 
Com'on, let me have it!" 

He stuck the head of his cock to her pussy lips. She clutched it 
desperately, trying to work it in. She was pretty hot, too, now. She was 
hissing her breath, tugging at his prick to get it in. 

He lifted her, and her legs went up, one on either side of him. She felt it 
going in, warm and deep. 

"Oh, God!" she cried. "I've never had a thing like that in me!" She bucked 
up at him, then complained that he hurt. 

He stopped and rested awhile, while she relaxed under him. Suddenly, he 
rammed it to the hilt, and she bucked and farted, writhing like a snake. He 
held on and fed it to her hard and deep. 

"Oh, Gawd," she said over and over. "Oh, my Gawd!" 

He came pretty soon, and when he erupted, she came with him. He spread her 
legs wider, and it was a furious moment. She groaned, and then it was over. 

His cock wilted and came out. There was a bit of blood on it. 

Jeanie felt sore as a boil inside. But she still wanted peter. She raised 
her legs, caught his cock and rubbed its head on her. "Fuck me again," she 
begged. 

But he stayed limp. "Beat it," he said, putting on his pants and zipping up. 
She kept begging. 

Next Squirt came along. He had his hard cock in her in a minute. He wasn't 
as big as her first fuck, but he was good. She was excited as she played 
with his balls. 

"It's hard," he said. 

"Well, keep it that way," she told him bucking up to get it in. He pumped 
his cock into her as fast as he could, until she whimpered. She felt him 
spout gobs of milky stuff into her, and then he pulled it out. 

"I didn't finish," she told him. 

"Okay," he said, "let some other guy do it to you!" 

"You goddamned son-of-a-bitch!" she swore. But in seconds a third boy was 
pumping it to the hilt, jabbing her fast and rubbing her clit, making her 
squirm. She felt like an animal, a gorgeous, wanton animal, as her body 
craved all it could get. She panted and moaned in sheer delight. She felt 
her orgasm coming just as the boy's driving cock spouted, fountained, and he 
gasped, ramming her desperately. 

They clung together, drenched and naked. He slow-fucked her until he lost 
his hard-on. 

He pulled his long cock out of her slowly. She sighed deeply and said 
softly, "I got a lot of fuck left." 

"Yeah, me too," he told her. But he couldn't get his pecker to rise again. 

Jeanie sighed and said, "All right, let some other hard stud have at me!" 

Jeanie fucked five boys that night. 

The party got wild and loud. So loud that somebody called the cops and two 
carloads of them came to the scene. The young fellow that Jeanie had liked 
was among them. Some of the girls began sobbing and crying, but the young 
cop had eased up to Jeanie and was holding her hand. She felt better, like 
he was a big brother looking after her. 

She didn't know what might have happened to Mona if it hadn't been for him. 
He had some pull with the judge and got her released. 

Then he asked Jeanie for a date. She accepted, and it was the best date 
she'd ever had. He had a pretty good cock on him, and he knew how to use it. 
The first time, he fucked Jeanie into a sort of paradise. 

"Nothing wrong with fucking," he said, "though I don't go for these swap 
parties. When I find a good piece of meat, I want to claim it solely as 
mine!" 

Jeanie was willing to have it that way. 

"I never had a woman like you," he told her, sticking his big cock deep into 
her. "You know what I mean? Most of 'em flop and open their legs-and shit, a 
damned nanny goat can do that!" 

He was ramming her hard. 

"You're getting it all, honey," she said. 

She petted him and kissed him softly. He increased his goading, holding her 
ass with both hands. She writhed for it, gasped, and panted loudly. In 
another instant, they were both coming. He kept fucking it to her madly, 
losing his rhythm, almost losing her vagina, but finally thrusting deep and 
keeping it there while his semen drained from him. She felt it paint her 
in-sides. 

Then they lay still. At last, he said, "You know I'm crazy for you!" 

She cuddled and snuggled close. "You'll come to me when you really want it 
again?" she asked. 

"Baby," he whispered, "I want it all the time!" 

She reached down and her hand encircled his rising cock. "You know what we 
can do?" she asked. 

"What?" 

"Get married-buy a bed!" 

"That's a fine idea," he said. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Brother-Sister Orality 

A brother-sister incestuous relationship is no longer a rarity. There are 
varied cases on record wherein such incest has continued for many years, 
parents totally unaware of its existence. The following case history has 
been compiled from a series of therapeutic interviews with a 
fifteen-year-old female subject who was not at all reluctant to discuss her 
sexual relationship with her brother. 

Interviewer'. Even though you're only fifteen, Ellen, I understand you have 
an oral sex compulsion, is that right? 

Subject: You'd better believe it, man! I never even knew that a goodie like 
that existed until I found out and tried it for myself. 

Interviewer: We understand that you discovered oral sex by peeping through 
the window while a woman was fellating a man. Is that right? 

Subject: Yep. Up until then I thought that the only things that people did 
like that were kissing and fucking. I knew all about fucking, guys are 
always trying to shove their pricks up my ass or snatch, but I wouldn't have 
any of that. 

Interviewer: Don't you think you'd like to have intercourse? 

Subject: I really don't know. I've read a lot about how it can hurt, and 
then how you can get yourself pregnant if something goes wrong. Now who 
wants that kind of crap, when all you're out for is a little sex to make you 
feel good. Right? 

Interviewer: You certainly have a point. 

Subject: You bet your sweetass I do! And when I finally found out about 
sucking, well shit! It seemed like sex took on a whole new face, you know. 
There was something that I could do without any problems. Little did I know 
how hung up I'd get on it. 

Interviewer: How do you mean? 

Subject: Well, as you can probably tell I've got a lot of a tomboy in me. 
I've always had. Lots of the kids still rib me about it, but I can't help 
it. I like to wear my brother's old clothes, and I feel a hell of a lot 
better throwing a hammer around than something like a needle and thread. 

Interviewer: But what has this got to do with fellatio? 

Subject: That's what I'm trying to tell you. I always thought that sex was 
just something where a woman let a man climb on top of her and made her take 
his hard stick up her twat while she just lay there, powerless to do 
anything. That was fine for the man, always trying to be in control, always 
the one in charge. But what about the woman? 

Interviewer: Of course you know that it is common for women to get their 
satisfaction in this manner? 

Subject: I know about that, but it isn't the same thing. The man is still 
lording it over her, just about making her his servant. He just lays on top 
of her and pounds it into her like some big bull. But now cocksucking, 
that's something different. Boy, does that ever turn the tables! 

Interviewer: What do you mean? 

Subject: Well, I saw it all the time I peeked through the window of my 
grandma's boarding house and saw that young couple doing what they were 
doing. That guy wasn't on top of his wife ramming the hell out of her. No, 
sir! He was flat on his back and as weak as a puppy while his wife got 
between his legs and sucked his cock! 

That guy was as limp as a dishrag while his wife did all kinds of things to 
his prick with her mouth. He just lay there like a rag doll with his head 
tossed to one side, his arms stretched out and his legs sprawled open. He 
didn't even look like he had the strength to get up if someone put a gun to 
his head. 

Interviewer: Did you have a good idea about what was happening? 

Subject: If you mean did I understand all about cocksucking, no, I didn't. 
At the time I just understood that what she was doing was really draining 
the guy, and that got me really excited. 

It was the first time in my life that just thinking about something got a 
reaction out of my little twat! 

Interviewer. You mean you had an orgasm? 

Subject: Not quite. But I finally came awhile later when I found out what 
the deal was and just what happened to a guy when a girl sucked his prick. 

Interviewer: And how did you find out? 

Subject: That was no trouble at all. I just asked my brother about it and he 
told me the whole story. He even showed me! 

Interviewer: You mean you fellated your brother...? 

Subject: Why not! A girl has to learn somewhere, doesn't she? I couldn't go 
to my mother with a question like that, and going to another girl wouldn't 
have helped. She just wouldn't have the equipment. Besides, my brother's 
nineteen, good-looking and does okay for himself. And he's been around 
enough to give me the straight dope. 

Interviewer: And what exactly did you find out from him? 

Subject: Well, the first thing he told me about was what happens to a guy 
when a girl wraps her sweet mouth around his cock and sucks like crazy. He 
told me how it relaxes the guy at first, and makes him feel like he's 
floating. And then he starts to lose a grip on himself when the girl's mouth 
gets his come boiling inside. He said the guy gets all tense inside while 
the pressure builds up in him. And he starts breathing heavy and his muscles 
get hard and he can't think about anything other than coming. 

Of course I was a little surprised that the girl drank down something that 
came out of the guy's dick, But my brother explained that it wasn't piss or 
anything like that. It was a special juice, he said, that had all of the 
guy's strength in it and that was what made babies when it spurted inside a 
cunt. 

Then he told me what happens to guys when they fuck around too much, and how 
weak they get and how they can't work right because they've been drained of 
all their power. Of course he said that they get it back after awhile when 
their body has made some more. 

Interviewer: And what did you think about all of that? 

Subject: I thought that was the grooviest thing I had ever heard of. And I 
wanted to try it out right then and there. So my brother just laughed and 
dropped his jeans and let his cock plop right up at me. It was already good 
and hard, so everything was ready for my first try at cocksucking. 

My brother got down on the floor and sat with his back against the wall. He 
drew his legs up and spread them out so that I could lay between them and 
find out what all the shouting was about. He explained everything step by 
step, telling me just how to take the cock head and how to put my lips 
around it and when to use my teeth and when to suck-the whole business. 

I went at it slow, of course, because I wanted to find out how it felt to me 
as well as what it did to him. And I have to tell you, my poor old pussy 
started acting the same way it did when I had watched those people before. 
Only this time it tingled and buzzed more, I guess because I was laying 
there with a real cock in my mouth. 

Anyway, I started to do all the things my brother told me to do, and pretty 
soon I noticed that he wasn't giving me any instructions anymore. So, 
without taking my mouth off his prick, I looked up and saw him staring 
straight ahead with a sort of glazed expression to his eyes. 

Well, I could have shit a brick! My brother is quite a hunk of beef. He's 
even got muscles in his balls! He's made all the teams at school and works 
on a construction gang during the summer. He's all man, and nobody pushes 
him around! 

And there I was, little me, turning him into a vegetable! I realized then 
just how powerful this cocksucking thing can be. In the hands of the wrong 
person ... wow ... what power! 

So, I started sucking and doing all the things he had taught me before, only 
now I was doing them twice as strong. Pretty soon my brother started to moan 
and whimper and he closed his eyes and let his head roll around free. 

Then, when he shot his wad, he just slumped sideways until he got his 
breath. In the meantime I was finding out about this stream of sticky white 
come that had been shot into my mouth. He'd had quite a load, and I just 
opened my mouth and let some of it dribble out onto my hand. That way I 
could examine it. 

I knew as soon as I got my first taste of the stuff that I liked it, and it 
wasn't long before I wanted some more. But I think that even more than the 
good taste of the come I wanted to see a boy turned into a mass of jelly 
while my mouth went to work on his prick. 

I talked my brother into letting me suck him a lot, and I noticed that the 
closer together the times were that I sucked him, the more he acted like 
something was draining out of him. Sometimes he tried to put me off, telling 
me that I was wearing him out, but I always got my way, usually by waiting 
until he was undressing or something and then just running in and getting my 
mouth on his cock before he could stop me. Then, just the tiniest feel from 
my lips and tongue stopped the argument. 

One day I got mad at my brother for not taking me to the movies when I 
wanted to go, so I figured I'd try a way to get even with him. I waited 
until he went to his room and sprawled out on his bed to read, then I lay 
down alongside him and started to massage his cock. 

It wasn't more than a minute before I had it roaring hard, even though he 
kept protesting that I was making him sore and tired all the time. But I 
didn't listen to him. I unzipped his jeans and put my lips around his cock 
before he could do anything. And then, as usual, he gave up as soon as he 
felt my tongue doing its thing. 

Well, I sucked on him like I never sucked before, and pretty soon he shot a 
wad down my throat. But then, instead of pulling back off his cock, I 
started right in sucking again. When I felt his prick start to get a little 
soft I got rougher in my sucking and made it stand back up again. 

This time it took longer to get some cream from him, and he didn't spurt as 
much as he did the first time. And even then I didn't stop. I grabbed hold 
of his cock by the base and ran my fingertips up and down the length of 
it-or at least the part that wasn't still in my mouth. I nibbled at his head 
and ran my tongue around and around that rim that separates the head from 
the shaft, and doing things like that kept his poor dick hard. 

Well, it wasn't as big as it usually was, and this time it took almost 
fifteen minutes to get his cock throbbing and shooting. It didn't shoot more 
than a couple of drops, though, but it did contract real hard a couple of 
times as if it was trying to spurt more but just couldn't. 

Then my brother pushed me off his cock. He said it hurt just too damn much. 
I'll bet! But I wanted to pay him back, and this was the way that seemed the 
best of all. 

And I was right! The next day he came home looking like something the cat 
dragged in. There were circles under his eyes and his face sagged. I found 
out later that he had fumbled so much during practice that the coach told 
him he needed a rest and couldn't play in the big game. 

Boy! What a lesson that taught me. A mouth on a cock could be a dangerous 
thing, if the mouth just can't stop sucking. Think how a wife could fix her 
husband if she was mad at him so much. 

I don't know, but maybe a girl might be able to get to be the one in charge 
that way. I have an idea that whoever runs the marriage bed also runs the 
family! 

 CASE HISTORY 

Orgasm and Bestiality 

Interviewer: How long have you had this fondness for animals, Carla? 

Carla: Well, I've always liked animals but I never gave them a sexual 
thought until I was on my own. When I was a kid I never had a pet even 
though I had wanted one so badly. Now that I'm working, I can afford 
whatever animal I want. And I've found out that they can be great with the 
sex action, too. 

Interviewer: But don't you prefer a man for sexual relations? 

Carla: No, I tried that and it didn't work. Men can't be trusted. Now, you 
take an animal, any kind of animal, and if it doesn't like you, you find out 
about it. And it won't stick around trying to be nice if it doesn't really 
care about you. Not even for food. Hell, an animal can always find a 
hand-out. 

Interviewer: I see. But how does his apply to men? 

Carla: A man just wants to fuck you. So he stays around and gives you 
flowers and tells you he loves you. Just so he can take his prick and shove 
it up your cunt. And after he's done that a couple of times and he finds out 
there's nothing special about your hole he pushes on to new pussies. 

Interviewer: But not all men are like that, are they? 

Carla: Maybe not. But every single damned one of them that I've ever run 
into has been. You want to hear about the first one? The guy who busted my 
cherry? 

Interviewer: Yes. 

Carla: I was sixteen and never been kissed. Maybe because my braces didn't 
come off till then. Anyway, I started dating a bastard named John. He was a 
good-looking guy, I have to admit that. And one of the most popular in the 
whole school. I mean like all the females in the joint were always sniffing 
around him. I could tell that if they ever got him alone they wouldn't waste 
a minute before they shucked off their panties. 

Oh, I'll admit I felt the same queer way about him. He had a lot of magic or 
something. Sex appeal and all that. But I knew that I didn't want to lose my 
cherry just yet, and not to a cherry snatcher like him. You know what a 
cherry snatcher is? 

Interviewer: Not exactly. 

Carla: He's a guy who makes a real thing out of being the first with a girl 
as far as fucking. He just loves the feel of that little old cherry breaking 
in two. But I didn't want to be just another broad to him. So the first time 
he asked me for a date I turned him down. 

Initerviewer: Didn't you want to go out with him? 

Carla: You bet your sweet ass I did. But I didn't want to jump at the chance 
the same way every other girl did. For all the good it did me. 

Interviewer: Well what happened? 

Carla: The second time he asked me I said all right. So he told me he was 
going to pick me up at eight the following night. He showed, and we went to 
a movie. He held my hand and all that but he didn't really try to get fresh. 
At least not in the movie. 

After it was over we went out for some pizza. And all the time he was giving 
me this big snow job, telling me how special I was and all kinds of shit 
like that. And I fell for it. I really believed that he thought I was 
different. By the time the pizza came I was in love and after we finished 
eating it I would have done anything he asked me to. 

Interviewer: Even though you had resolved to be different from the rest of 
his girls? 

Carla: Shit, that was his whole line. He had me convinced that I was 
different. By the time he was done with me I thought I was special, not like 
any girl he had ever fucked before. 

Interviewer: What happened next? 

Carla: On the way home he stopped by the school parking lot. It was woody 
and all the kids went there to park. I knew what was coming but he had me so 
convinced that he had never done anything like that with any other girl that 
I didn't mind it at all. 

Once we were there with the motor turned off he started making a real play 
for me. Not that I needed much persuasion by them. He started kissing me and 
running his tongue in and out of my mouth. It felt so good that my body just 
melted against his. I was putty in his hands. 

He started playing with my tits, rubbing and squeezing them until my nipples 
were as hard as rocks. I think it was then that I started getting a feeling 
in my cunt. I could feel the juice start to flow and my whole body was 
getting ready for his cock to ram into me. And all the time his hands were 
all over my body he kept on telling me how much he loved me and shit like 
that. 

Interviewer: Then you did have intercourse with him that night? 

Carla: Yep. I was making little moany noises; I just couldn't help myself. 
So he started rubbing my cunt. That did it. Just as soon as his fingers 
touched my pussy I was done for. He pushed aside my panties and his fingers 
touched my bare flesh and I loved it. As soon as he felt the dampness in my 
cunt he must have known that I was more than ready. He pulled my panties 
down and stretched me out on the seat of the car. 

I got kind of scared as he pulled my legs apart but his lips were sucking on 
my tits so I wasn't really noticing too much else. Then he took his cock out 
of his pants. I had never seen one all hard like that and I thought it was 
kind of nice looking. I could see the veins standing out and everything. 

When he plunged it into me it hurt at first. But as he started working it in 
and out I felt a kind of glow go through me. 

Interviewer: Did you see how many times after that? 

Carla: Are you kidding? Once he had my cherry he didn't give a shit about 
me. And I made a damned fool of myself, too. 

Interviewer: How? 

Carla: I chased him. He kept on ignoring me so I finally called him and 
asked him what was wrong. I reminded him how he had told me he loved me and 
how different I was from all his other girls. 

Interviewer: What did he say? 

Carla: Oh, he just laughed at me. He told me that he couldn't believe I had 
actually believed him. I felt like such an ass when I burst into tears. But 
I hung up so that he couldn't hear me. After that I never wanted anything to 
do with another boy again. And I haven't. 

Interviewer: But you did enjoy the sex? 

Carla: Sure. But if it meant going through a lot of shit and having my heart 
broken once a week, nothing would make me go through that. 

Interviewer: But surely you must know of men who aren't like that. What was 
your father like? 

Carla: Oh, he was just great. I guess I saw him once a week. The rest of the 
time he was out on a drunk. And before he got too drunk to fuck he did a lot 
of that, too. I must have ten half-brothers and sisters back home that I 
know of, and I don't know how many that I don't. hiterviewer: You mean you 
have never met a man you could trust? 

Carla: Now you're getting the idea. Hell, they are all the same, every 
single one of them. Oh, some of them hide it well, like the married ones who 
don't screw around. But you can bet they'd like to if they didn't have a 
wife at home. Enough of them are always giving me the old once-over at work. 

Interviewer: But as far as you know have any of them actually committed 
adultery? 

Carla: Every one of them. At least in their minds. And that's enough for me. 
Hell, even guys who have been married a week look around. 

Interviewer: But that's only natural. 

Carla: Maybe it is. All I know is that I don't want any part of it. And I'm 
not taking any shit off any man. I don't need to. 

Interviewer: I see. Tell me, how did your involvement with animals begin? 

Carla: I've always liked having all kinds of animals around. When I was 
living at home there wasn't enough money to feed us, much less a dog so I 
couldn't have any. As soon as I got a place of my own I made sure I could 
have as many pets as I wanted to. So I rented a small house instead of an 
apartment. It doesn't have a pool or any of that, but at least I can keep 
all my pets here. 

Interviewer: Yes. Well what I meant was, how did your sexual involvement 
with them begin? 

Carla: I like sex but I don't like men. And I don't like women either. So 
that left it all up to me to get rid of all my sex drive. I used to play 
around with my cunt all the time and I got so that I would come easy as pie. 
I would start out rubbing my clit and then finger myself until I got all my 
rocks off. 

Interviewer: Yes, but the animals? 

Carla: I started out getting a kitten. It was real cute and furry and small. 
Now he's a ten-pound cat and I can't believe how he's grown. Anyway, one day 
I was lying in bed, my legs spread wide and my finger up my hole. The cat 
walked in and just jumped on the bed. I didn't pay any attention to him at 
first. Hell, I was too busy with other things, like beating off. 

Interviewer: Yes, I think I understand. Go on. 

Carla: Before I realized what was going on I felt all this fur between my 
legs. The cat had a lot of long hair and it felt good there between my 
thighs. I stopped fingering myself for a few minutes and lay there with my 
legs spread wide open. The cat headed for my cunt like it Was filled with 
cream. 

Interviewer: You mean the cat was interested in you sexually? 

Carla: Well I don't think he was thinking along those lines, if cats think. 
He just wanted to see what was going on down there in my fur patch; he was 
curious. 

Interviewer: I see. Exactly what happened? 

Carla: He found out. He crawled up to my cunt and saw all my juice flowing 
out so he began to lick it up. He started out between my thighs, licking off 
the cream that had leaked out along with the bit of sweat. Then he smelled 
all the juice inside me and explored some more. 

Interviewer: And you enjoyed it? 

Carla: Hell, yes. There's nothing like having a cat lick your pussy. The 
really fantastic thing is that their tongues are rough and feel almost like 
sandpaper. You might not believe it, but that texture against my clit is 
enough to make me come. Just one lick from a cat's tongue and my cunt goes 
crazy. Man, it's the greatest. 

Interviewer: How long did your sexual relationship with the cat continue? 

Carla: Oh, it's still going on. Only now it's kind of harder to get him to 
lick my cunt. But I can manage sometimes. 

Interviewer: How? 

Carla: Well, the cat is crazy about whipped cream. He would do anything for 
it. So when I want his raspy little tongue inside my pussy, I just take one 
of those spray things of whipped cream and spray it deep inside my cunt. 

Interviewer: And it works? 

Carla: Sure it does. As soon as the cat sees all that cream he goes right to 
it to lick it all out. And with the way his tongue turns me on and all it 
only takes a few minutes before I come. By then the cream is all gone and 
the cat usually loses interest. 

Interviewer: And how about the cat? Do you have a female for him so that he 
can have a sex life, too? 

Carla: Yeah. I had to. I tried to blow him a few times but it just never 
worked out. His prick is just too small. 

Interviewer: You mean you tried to perform fellatio on the cat? How did you 
manage that? 

Carla: I told you, I really didn't manage at all. It was a complete washout. 

Interviewer: What happened, though? 

Carla: I was sitting around one day and saw that he had his prick out to 
clean it. His tongue was doing a mile a minute along his tiny dong. I 
started thinking that he might be blowing himself so I walked over to him to 
get a good look at the action. 

After watching for a couple of minutes I tried to touch his cock but he 
pulled it in. So I tried some more, rubbing it through the furry case but he 
just wouldn't put it out again. 

Interviewer: How often did you try this? 

Carla: Every time I saw his little red prong coming out. Once I got it in my 
mouth but it still didn't work out too well. 

Interviewer: Why not? 

Carla: He was lying on his back waiting for me to come and pet his stomach. 
While I did, I saw the tip of his cock slide out so I kept working on his 
tummy. Pretty soon his cock was out. I started kind of kissing his tummy and 
his fur all around his prick. He was making funny noises in his throat and 
that made me think I might have it this time. My mouth got closer and closer 
to his cock. Finally I licked it once with my tongue. The poor cat jumped 
out of his skin and pulled his prick in faster than lightning. After that I 
figured that I might as well give up. 

Interviewer: And you haven't bothered the cat since? 

Carla: Not about that. I still have him eat my pussy once in a while. + 

Interviewer: I was wondering, do you feel any kind of sexual excitement when 
you just look at the cat? Does he turn you on? 

Carla: Not the way a man would, if they weren't all such fucking bastards. 
But in a way he turns me on. At least when I start thinking about having his 
tongue all raspy and hard inside my slit. Then I start to cream up fast. But 
if I'm not thinking about sex anyway, looking at him doesn't do all that 
much for me. 

Interviewer: I see. Do you feel that the cat is devoted to you and that he 
would never leave you or lie to you? 

Carla: Sort of. I mean, he's as devoted as he knows how to be. He's just an 
animal after all, so I can't expect him to have human feelings. All the 
same, I would say of all my animals, he's the one I think might leave. 

Interviewer: But you trust him more than you would a man? 

Carla: Sure I do. 

Interviewer: But why? 

Carla: Look, if the cat left tomorrow I would be very sad 'cause I really 
love him. But I would know that he didn't deliberately try to seduce me so 
that I would feel all crummy when he left. He didn't want to hurt me and he 
didn't tell me any lies. That's the main difference between animals and men. 
Men can screw you up on purpose. 

Interviewer: Then you think that you have the same feeling for your animals 
as you would for a man? 

Carla: I guess so. Oh, I can't have a good conversation with the cat but I 
couldn't really have that with a man, either. He would just fill my head up 
with shitty lies. So I'm just as happy to stay with the animals. Besides, 
there are a lot of them around. 

Interviewer: Yes, tell me about your relationship with some of your other 
pets. 

Carla: After the cat, I guess the next one was the parakeet. 

Interviewer: You had sex with a parakeet? I'm afraid I find that rather hard 
to believe. 

Carla: All right, if you're going to be that way about it I won't tell you 
anything. 

Interviewer: I'm sorry. Really I am. Please tell me about the bird. 

Carla: All right. If you sincerely want to know. 

Interviewer: Oh, I do. I'm very sincere. Honest. 

Carla: Okay. For one thing, I didn't get anything out of the thing with the 
bird. He did it all himself. I kind of thought I owed it to him because of 
the cat. 

Interviewer: I don't understand. 

Carla: I couldn't do anything for the cat and the bird couldn't do anything 
for me. Now do you see? 

Interviewer: Of course. But what did you do for the bird? 

Carla: Well, he's very affectionate and all. He likes to sit on my finger 
and have me kiss him and stuff like that. Kissing a bunch of feathers is 
kind of a turn on. At least for me. 

Anyway, one day he was sitting there and I was talking to him. He started to 
rub his ass on my hand. 

Interviewer: I beg your pardon? 

Carla: You heard me all right. He rubbed his ass all over my hand. Finally 
he got in a good position on my knuckle and rubbed even harder, bobbing up 
and down like he was fucking. Then he kind of arched his back and let loose 
a drop of goo on my finger. Then he flew off. 

At first I thought he had shit on my hand but when I looked closer I could 
tell that he hadn't. The bird had come all over me. 

Interviewer: I see. And did the bird repeat this often? 

Carla: Sure. Just about every chance he gets. I always let him, too, unless 
I'm in a hurry. It takes him quite awhile to come. 

Interviewer: I see. Tell me, what other animals do you have? 

Carla: A few more cats, two dogs, and best of all, a snake. 

Interviewer: And you have sexual relations with all of them? Including the 
snake? 

Carla: Mostly the snake. He's the greatest thing going. I got him from a 
snake charmer and he was already trained. 

Interviewer: To do what? 

Carla: Why, to fuck, of course. 

Interviewer: Could you explain just how the snake performs intercourse? 

Carla: Sure. He was trained to get all stiff and stay that way for as long 
as you want him to. So when I want to get fucked I tell the snake to stay 
nice and stiff. He's not all that big-his head is the size of a thick cock. 
As soon as he's nice and hard I jam him inside my pussy. It's nice and wet 
from just thinking about it by then. 

Interviewer: Do you manipulate the snake or does he move in and out by 
himself? 

Carla: Oh, I have to move him up and down in my cunt. But it still feels 
great having him inside there. And the best part is when he starts using his 
tongue. 

Interviewer: Do you instruct him to do that, too? 

Carla: No, but I wish I could. He only does it once in a while and that 
drives me up the wall. As soon as I feel that quick tongue reaming out my 
cunt I start coming fast. The only real problem is that I have to get the 
snake out then. 

Interviewer: Why? 

Carla: My whole pussy contracts and gets real wild. Hell, I could strangle 
the snake with my cunt when he gets like that and licks me. It just drives 
me crazy. 

Interviewer: Do you have sex with other animals? 

Carla: Dogs. 

Interviewer: And what happens then? 

Carla: It depends. Sometimes I let the dog eat me the same way the cat does. 
The dog likes the taste of my cunt so I don't have to use the whipping 
cream. The only thing is that his tongue is softer and longer and doesn't 
make me come as fast as the cat's does. But that doesn't matter too much 
since the dog is willing to lick my cunt for a longer period of time. 

Interviewer: What else do you do with the dog? 

Carla: I suck him off. You would be amazed at the size of one of my dog's 
cocks. I was used to seeing it come out when he was licking it or just when 
he got kind of hard and went around dry fucking everything in sight. But one 
night I let him go to work on my leg and it came all the way out. It was as 
long and thick as a man's. I couldn't believe the size of that thing. 

Interviewer: Were you excited by the sight of it? 

Carla: Sure. Just as soon as I saw it my mouth started to water. I wanted 
that long, hard thing to suck on so badly that I could almost taste it right 
then. 

Interviewer: And did the dog let you? 

Carla: Let me? Hell, he was crazy about it. Just as soon as I put my face 
down, he started to wag his tail and act like the happiest dog alive. And 
when his cock finally got all stuffed in my mouth he let out a passionate 
kind of yelp. It's unbelievable. 

Interviewer: Did the dog have his climax inside your mouth? 

Carla: Sort of. When dogs come, they spray it all around. I only managed to 
drink up a little of his stuff. The rest went all over the rug and me. But 
that worked out fine. As soon as he was over all his passion he started to 
lick it up. Some of his jism had gotten on my bare tits and a little in 
between my legs. So I got a lot more out of it than just blowing him. 

Interviewer: Yes, I see. Do you have any other animals around? 

Carla: A few turtles. But I haven't gotten anywhere with them yet. They seem 
so sexless. But I'm working on it. 

Interviewer: Do let us know if you come up with anything. And thank you very 
much for your time. 

 CASE HISTORY 

Fellatio and Female Climax 

"I know a lot of the guys call me a cocksucker. I don't really mind, because 
that's exactly what I am. I don't hide it and I don't intend to color my 
actions with some fancy names either. I love cock juice even more than I 
love having my cunt sucked. Any sixty-nine will turn me on to one hell of a 
volume, but my real bag is pricksucking. There's something about taking a 
cock in my mouth and then sucking on it, feeling the tension mounting and 
watching the guy's face when I can that really gets to me. 

"Naturally I try to get as much head as I can. The only problem is that most 
guys I know would rather fuck. That's all right since I like fucking, too. 
The only thing wrong with fucking is that I can't see the guy's face while 
we're doing it because he has it buried in my neck or boobs, unless I get on 
top and most guys don't dig that much. 

"I guess I'd better explain. I'm strictly a one-night girl. I don't want any 
long range kind of deal. I'm sure that all men, over a long period of time, 
would be willing to do anything with me once again. But I don't give them a 
chance. 

"I guess you want to know just why I'm so anti-relationship. I was in love 
with a real bastard for a hell of a long time. About five years. I met him 
when I was thirteen and he was eighteen. He didn't know how old I was since 
I've always had big tits and all that. So he thought I was sixteen or so. 

"He was all the time after me to fuck. For the first six months or so I 
wouldn't. I was a chicken shit is the real reason why. Anyway, we were 
always making out and he was always getting hard and I would never fuck. He 
fed me the usual bull about doing it if I loved him and I told him it was a 
pile of shit. Now I don't think love makes a damn bit of difference. But 
that was a long time ago. 

"Finally he convinced me that I should give him head. It took longer than 
fucking, almost, to talk me into it. I just didn't dig the idea of taking a 
hard cock in my mouth. But it wouldn't knock me up so I told him I would. 

"Man, after one time I really flipped out. I just loved it-it was the 
grooviest thing in the world. I sucked his cock and swallowed all his cream, 
kept part of him inside me for a long time, and I didn't get knocked up. 
After that, I was the one who was always after him to let me suck his cock. 

"That's how the bastard finally got my cherry, too. He told me that he 
wasn't going to let me blow him anymore unless he could fuck me. Shit, he 
was bluffing but I was only fourteen then and didn't know my ass from a hole 
in the ground. 

"Anyway, he finally got his prick in my panties. It was nice and all but I 
really liked blowing him better. When I told him that, he just laughed and 
told me that it takes awhile to get used to fucking. So I tried and I liked 
it okay, I still do. But the weird thing is that when I give head I can 
come. If I'm fucking I usually don't. Figure that one. 

"I went with him for five years, until just six months ago. Then I found out 
that he had known all along how young I was. The thought of going with a man 
who would fuck a fourteen-year-old girl turned me off. I knew that it was as 
much my fault as it was his and I didn't regret it or anything like that. 
But it really pissed me off. When I told him about it he just laughed and 
told me if I didn't like it I could walk out. We were living together by 
then. 

"I was mad so I ran out of the place^ I didn't go far-just to the store to 
cool off. But when I got back he was gone. Not only with all his stuff but 
with a hell of a lot of mine, too. 

"So don't give me any shit about love and relationships. They aren't worth a 
damn. Look, if he had fucked me and run that would have been one thing. But 
after five years to be just dropped like that is a little hard to take. 

"I'm not saying I'll never fall in love again. Hell, I could go insane some 
time. All I know is that I'm not gonna do it tomorrow or a year from 
tomorrow. But in the meantime, a girl has to have her fun. And mine is 
sucking cocks when I can get one. And if I can't, anything else will do. 
That's a nice thing about looking for one-night things-you don't have to be 
so damned choosy. Because that can get you absolutely nowhere." 


THE END
