BH-7130  Hot Mouth People
[aka 'Hot Mouth Chicks']
(William G. Phillips)


INTRODUCTION 

Estelle H. related her particular problem in a simple, forthright statement: 

"All I want to do is ... suck." 

Her particular problem-or, in layman's terms, "hangup"-was not new. But her 
fetish was a bit different from most. She preferred her thrills in a more 
varied way than the average oralist. 

"Most gals I know suck. Oh, they may beat around the bush and deny it's 
their big drive, but when you get down to the nitty-gritty, they all want 
that big dong in their ruby lips. I dig it, too. There's something awful 
exciting about a cock that turns me on. The way it grows so big and hard 
under my lips. And then, it keeps getting bigger and bigger as I work it 
good with my whiplash tongue. All that smooth, firm meat packed into that 
glorious long, thick shape that rises and rises until it packs into every 
inch of my mouth. I can take an amazing amount of cock into my mouth. I just 
suck and suck until I pull it all the way down my throat so the tip of it 
can tickle the little jiggler we all have in our swallowing cavity. 

"But I play it cool when I get my guy up to this stage. I learned that the 
whole thing was apt to come to a screeching halt once the guy shot his wad. 
As hot as a guy gets, he can get cool just as fast after he comes. So, I 
learned to time my pacing better. I would build my partner up to the key 
point and then ease up so he could recover his control. That way, I could 
get what I wanted the most. 

"I get my biggest cream-jobs by licking, tasting, and sucking more than just 
the guy's cock. I go flying to the moon from the wild taste, the body 
smells, and the terrific responses I get out of the guy with me. I want to 
eat away at every sensitive part of his body. I don't miss a trick, I go for 
the armpits, the tits, the belly button, the crotch, the bunghole, even the 
ear holes. Each section has its own little flavor-thrill to nearly drive me 
out of my gourd. I'm stimulated to the very edge of coming just by the 
different results I get out of my guy as I center in on each key point. 

"My first experience with the thrills of orality occurred, when I was 
fifteen, with an older guy who boarded with the family next door. He was 
about thirty when he got me over to his room one warm spring evening when 
the family he stayed with had gone out to a drive-in movie. He fooled around 
a little to get me hot with talk about what a cute gal I was and how I'd 
have to watch out for guys. He warned me not to let them shove their pricks 
into my twat. He didn't word it that bluntly, but I got the message. Then he 
went on to tell me that there were other ways to answer the craving. He 
explained that a woman could use her mouth to take care of the horniest in 
the world. 

The next thing I knew he had his cock out. It was up big and hard. He 
instructed me to take it in my hand and get used to the feel. I still 
remember how jolted I felt at the stiffness of it. He pressured my head down 
to his crotch and even though I was scared half out of my mind, I still 
started to take it like he told me to. As I gingerly licked and kissed at 
the long, hard cock, I found myself starting to turn on. The musky, raw 
smell of his cock and balls began to get to me. The next moment I was really 
eating at him like there was no tomorrow. When he came, it almost chocked 
me. I didn't know what to do, so I yanked away from the hot torrent that was 
shooting out of his cock and let it spurt into my hand. He wanted me to 
swallow it, but I was too damn green to know what a good thing I had there. 
It was only after a few more sessions in eating guys that I really learned 
to handle things the way they should be handled. But I guess there has to be 
a first time for everything ... " 

As a researcher in the field of sexology, I recognized that Estelle's 
reactions to her own drive for oral sexuality were not unusual. There is a 
tremendous amount of confusion on sex itself. But the confusion is doubly 
compounded when it comes to oral love. 

Reams of pages have been written and declaimed during the past decades on 
the "proper" sexual conduct. As modern sex research is proving, there is no 
such thing as "proper" or "improper" sex behavior-with qualifications, of 
course. If both sex partners are gratified by the act they are engaging in, 
then it is "proper." If one or the other is hurt, either mentally or 
physically, by the procedure, then it may be termed "improper." 

Regardless of the sexual release attained, whether it be through orality or 
the so-termed "normal lovemaking," there is no set rule for sexual conduct 
other than that pleasure should be the goal for both partners. If this is 
reached, then the sex act is perfectly proper and "decent." 

To refrain from overindulgence is sensible, whether the indulgence be eating 
or all-out sex. But to refrain from any eating or sex would be wrong. 
Avoiding sexuality in its fullest form when one is healthy and capable is 
avoiding the meaning of living itself. And avoiding oral sex, when one is 
drawn to it, is an even greater mistake. Those who place their orality 
desires behind them, viewing the drives as aspects of decadence, are truly 
depriving themselves of a great deal of healthful pleasure. 

Dr. Albert Ellis has some highly pertinent views on the subject in his 
Folklore of Sex. 

The parts of the human body that are kissable are equal to the parts of the 
human body that the lips and tongue can reach. "The following," said 
Vatsyayana, "are the places for kissing, viz., the forehead, the eyes, the 
cheeks, the throat, the bosom, the breasts, the lips, and the interior of 
the mouth." But N. D. Mallary, Jr., in his unpublished manual on lovemaking, 
adds to these: the nape of the neck, the junction of neck and shoulder, the 
ear (lobes and/or inside), the shoulder, underneath side of the upper arm, 
the inside of the forearm, the shoulder blade muscle, the palms, the waist 
or small of the back, the hips, behind the knees, and the bottom of the 
feet. 

And even these are not all. The fingers, the knees, the buttocks, the side, 
the anus, the stomach, and just about any other part of the body can be 
kissed, tongued, nipped, or bitten. Not that kissing all these various 
points will bring equal pleasure to all; for it won't. Some are quite 
insensitive in certain zones which theoretically should be, but in their 
cases aren't, erogenous. Thus, some get just about nothing out of having 
their nipples kissed; and others don't even particularly enjoy lip kissing, 
though they may go wild about some other kind of osculation. 

Then, of course, there is genital kissing. According to conventional 
authorities, particularly those who are of a clerical bent, oral-genital 
relations are either abnormal, or else, they are just not nice. As I note in 
The Art and Science of Love: "The main reason for the existence of a 
negative attitude toward genital kissing is probably the concept of 
dirtiness that for centuries has been attached to the genitals. Part of this 
concept, in turn, stems from the ancient confusions of genital and anal 
functions, which may have arisen because the anus and the genitals are in 
such close physical proximity. (H. Ellis, 1936; Robie, 1925). The female 
vagina is also close to the urethra, while the male's sex organ, the penis, 
also serves as his urinary outlet. 

"But where the anus is, at least to some extent, a 'dirty,' malodorous, and 
unhygienic organ, the genitals are hardly in the same class. Moreover, it is 
relatively easy to keep them scrupulously clean. Consequently, individuals 
who may have legitimate objection to direct contacts with the anus of their 
partners may over-generalize their objections to include oral-genital 
relations as well. If they unprejudicedly tried passive and active genital 
kissing, they might well find it un-objectionable and enjoyable (Thornton 
and Thornton, 1939). 

Dr. Ellis then goes on to point out that body-kissing, like lip-kissing, can 
be quite variegated in terms of oral movements. As he explains, the mouth 
consists of the lips, the tongue, the teeth, and the inside of the mouth 
itself; and it is amazing what a wide variety of movements and pacing one 
can attain with these varied portions of oral equipment. One can nip, bite, 
suck, chew, nibble, tongue, lick, brush, rub, tickle, snap, crunch, and so 
on. And one can accomplish virtually all of these oral activities slowly, 
rapidly, firmly, lightly, dryly, wetly, prolongedly, shortly, and in a host 
of other styles. The number of permutations and combinations of body-kissing 
is amazingly large. 

The majority of sexologists today agree that kissing and caressing, of 
nearly any nature whatever, are good as long as both partners enjoy them and 
are not fetishistically or obsessively-compulsively attached to a particular 
mode. 

Orality becomes a problem only when it is a true fetish. A fetish is caused 
by an infantile trauma or childhood shock, when certain objects or actions 
associate themselves with the first erection or vaginal excitement, followed 
by the first orgasm. The orgasm may be voluntary and spontaneous, or it may 
be produced by sexual play among children or by initiation into sexual 
practices by another human being. Impressed upon the individual is the 
pleasure experienced in orgasm, and hence the symbol or object he or she 
associates with such pleasure. 

The fetish becomes a problem when the object, or fetish, ultimately replaces 
the sexual partner. This initiates a definite retreat from heterosexual 
activity. A significant trademark of the fetishist is his or her aversion to 
marriage. By this, we do not intend to deny that there are many fetishists 
who are married and have "normal" intercourse. In the main, however, these 
cases are rare. 

Orality has the essence of fetishism in its core today, but performing oral 
love does not necessarily imply a case of fetishism. Only when orality must 
be performed in union with the love object or symbol to gain full 
gratification can it be considered a true fetish. John E. Somers, in his 
Sick Sex states his views upon the matter in this form: 

There are many who believe as I do, that soixante-neuf should be the means 
to the end, and not the complete act in itself. I believe it to be a true 
perversion when both parties strive to secure an orgasm and ejaculation 
purely through the mediums of fellatio and cunnilingus. It should be 
indulged in prior to actual intercourse, as a means of successfully arousing 
the impotent male and the frigid woman, so that they can perform the act of 
intercourse as nature intended. 

Dr. Somers has adopted a conservative view in his own analysis. He may be 
right, or he may be slightly off the path. Certainly, many of his associates 
today feel more liberal about sexuality and its expressions. Kronhausen and 
Kronhausen, along with E. Sagarin have indicated that the use of "obscene" 
language or "pornographic" literature may often be most stimulating to love 
partners. G. L. Kelly has recommended that sex partners indulge in the use 
of a large mirror at the foot of their bed to watch themselves enjoying 
intercourse (perhaps in conjunction with a hand mirror held by one of the 
participants). The feeling seems to be that whatever is found to be 
psychologically stimulating to the principals should be unhesitatingly and 
unabashedly employed. 

CHAPTER One: The Lotus Licker 

"I guess you could call me a cannibal. All I really want to do is eat guys 
... 

"Frankie was the one who really got me started on my eating act. He balled 
me, and it was after one of those deals that I started experimenting a bit. 
I looked down at his cock, which was hanging limp, and found I was still 
turned on sexually. I was a little surprised to be up so high and restless 
when he was so definitely down low. 

"We were both naked, of course, and I reached down between his thighs to 
start caressing and fondling both his shaft and balls, thinking how it might 
feel to kiss that beautiful rod of delight. 

"It may have been because I was steamed from all the sex play that had gone 
on when he balled me, and I wanted to make love to his rod in return. I 
don't know for sure. 

"It didn't take long for my roving fingers to bring him back up a bit more. 
He wasn't fully erect, but he wasn't down to that wet spaghetti state 
anymore, either. I somehow found my head moving down toward his cock. I was 
breathing harder. I inhaled his manly aura, and the heady scent grew 
stronger as I got closer to his crotch. 

"I began kissing the end of his cock and discovered it felt smooth and 
velvety against my lips. I began licking it and running my tongue around the 
head. My lips parted more fully and I mouthed the crown. It was firm and 
full, nice and puffy. My mouth watered like crazy and I began taking in more 
of his length. I flicked my tongue against it as I slipped my lips up and 
down on the long shaft. 

"I was so taken with his musky scent and smooth skin that I didn't even 
realize he was lifting my hips and placing them above his face. Suddenly, I 
felt the penetration of his tongue and I responded. My reaction was to suck 
in more of his shaft deep into my mouth so I could hungrily lick and tongue 
that luscious thing, moving my head in great circles so that it was churning 
around and around within my oral clutch. 

"It was wild and wonderful. But here is my little hang-up. It wasn't 
anywhere near as great as I had heard other girls say it was. They all raved 
how it sent them out of their minds when a guy ate their clams. I have to 
honestly admit it didn't exactly do that to me. 

"Frankie was good at it. Don't blame him. He had used his tongue on other 
gals before. It wasn't amateur night by any means. He sucked, kissed and 
licked at my vulva. He knew all about the old clit. He had it throbbing like 
a sore thumb as he nibbled away on it. He didn't miss one single erotic zone 
down there. 

"My big charge came from my own eating act. The musky scent of Frankie's 
skin got to me. That part was just the greatest. And I wasn't restricted to 
his crotch area, either. My mouth was restless. I ran it around his ass and 
right up to his bunghole. I shot my tongue in and out of there a few times, 
and I made sure I had his full taste with me before I began roving further. 

"Frankie would've been happy to have me concentrate on his cock and balls, I 
know. But I was more ambitious than that. I wanted to suck, kiss and lick at 
his belly, his tits, his armpits. And I did, too. He fidgeted a bit while I 
explored with my eager lips, but he let me do what I wanted. And what I 
wanted to do was to drink in all of his manly body. Not just the main part 
of cock and balls. There's so much more to a man that that. Like the 
armpits. I dig those the most. I love to press my eager mouth up as far as I 
can into a guy's armpits and just suck away for as long as he can bear it. 
They get tired of it first, not me. I could go on forever with my tongue, 
lips and suction ... " 

Helen S. succeeded in bringing her partners to release, but rarely by 
"normal" genital to genital methods. She derived her greatest sex pleasures 
from licking, tasting and sucking at her partners' erogenous zones. During 
the act, Helen was stimulated to the point of orgasm by the taste, body odor 
and wild responses of her mate. 

Her fetish could be traced back to her motherless childhood, when she had 
slept with her father, her tiny head tucked under his armpits, or her face 
pressed against the back of his neck. Helen grew up with the stirring scent 
of maleness in her young nostrils. 

Helen also grew up linking maleness and protection as a composite. The 
protective covering of the sheet or blanket in bed further served to enforce 
her nocturnal relationship with her father, but there was no record of 
incest in the young girl's association with her remaining parent. There were 
times when she was deeply stirred by his masculinity, as she herself 
admitted, but it never progressed to the consummation of the sex act proper 
... either orally, or in the so-termed "normal" fashion. 

"Even though I wasn't quite three when my mother died, I was still far 
enough along to recognize the structural differences between my father and 
myself. I was aware of it more the first night after my mother's unexpected 
death than I had been to that stage. I had crawled into bed between them on 
many other occasions, but I had never slept alone with my dad. I can still 
remember the thrill of feeling his hard, hairy body against my tiny frame as 
I sobbed my heart out over the loss of my mother. Even as my tears coursed 
down my cheeks, I found a strange tingling in my body as I pressed my face 
up to his powerful, naked chest. He never slept with his pajama tops on and 
this helped excite me further." 

Helen was not unique in her oral fetish. Nor were her guilt feelings 
unusual. Even though orality has been with mankind for longer than most 
people realize, it is still considered a deviation by many intelligent human 
beings. 

Most of us have to find personal adjustments in ourselves as sexual 
creatures and adult people. The first step is to admit honestly that we are 
faced with certain guilt feelings and problems. The next is to admit there 
is a solution, and to discover just what that solution might be. But no one 
can really help us until we are ready to be helped. Only then will the mind 
be receptive to the facts. John E. Somers, M.A., Ph.D., who has long waged a 
battle against the myths and misconceptions concerning sex has this to say: 

Even at the risk of becoming repetitious, I must again reiterate that all 
the sexual activities prevalent today are the product of prehistoric man and 
have descended through the ages with but little refinement added to the 
original creation. In the Kama Kala of East Indian erotism, we find erotic 
sculpture depicting the male and female in the acts of fellatio and 
cunnilingus, also in Soixante-neuf relations. 

We can trace the development and prevalence of Soixante-neuf through the 
Middle Ages, the Renaissance and the decadent courts of France. At what 
point in pathological history it was formally documented as a perversion, 
and inscribed on the statute books as an illegal act of sex, is a question 
seemingly without an answer. Just who ostracized this particular sexual 
activity, and created an abnormal perversion out of a sex practice which had 
its origin in the dim dawn of history, and which has flourished through the 
centuries, is not clear. 

"No man has ever turned me on like Denny. Every guy in the world has his own 
certain charm, like the tall, thin studs who always seem to be hung a bit 
longer than the short, chubby chaps. But the little fat guys make up for it 
with some other blessing ... like maybe they got a thick, fat tongue that 
sticks out two inches farther than normal. And when it comes to chicks like 
myself, that means a hell of a lot. 

"Now, the first time I saw Denny it was under really icky circumstances. A 
friend of mine, Jennie, was being married. Normally, a marriage is fairly 
exciting. You know the bit. The young, lovely bride, the handsome groom, 
just waiting to get into the sack so they could eat and fuck each other 
unconscious. But Jennie was being married for the third time, and she wasn't 
exactly what you'd call a looker. She was short and skinny. Her complexion 
was tattle-tale gray, and the only thing she had going for her was a really 
nice personality. Everybody liked Jennie. 

"Her husband wasn't a hell of a lot better. He was in his late forties, and 
nobody was ever going to mistake him for Mr. America, if you know what I 
mean. So, the whole damn wedding was a crashing bore, and I was fidgeting 
from start to finish. At this stage, I hadn't yet seen Denny. 

"It was after the ceremony at the reception that we locked glances. I was 
picking up my fourth glass of spiked punch when I looked up and saw this 
unbelievably lean, tanned face confronting me. I blinked and nearly lost my 
drink and my cool at the same time. He was staring steadily at me, and his 
stare took in the things that counted. He was fully aware of my tits 
standing out from my see-through blouse. Oh, sure, I had a protective bra on 
underneath, but it still showed that I was all gal. I wanted this guy so bad 
I could taste it, but I had to show some restraint. If not for his sake, 
certainly for mine. I already had a little rep as a swinger and I didn't 
want to give the other gals at the reception further ammunition. 

"Where do I know you from?" He had moved over to be closer. I knew and he 
knew that this was our first fucking meeting, but we played the little game. 

"Ummm, let's see ... " I frowned as if trying to recall where we had first 
bumped into each other, but all I was really conscious of was that I had to 
get my mouth clamped around the high spots of that gorgeous hunk of man. 

"Was it at Jennie's last wedding?" He kept a straight face as he studied me. 

"I don't think so," I said, and shook my head, "but you do look so terribly 
familiar." He did, too. He reminded me of Steve McQueen, Paul Newman and 
Elliot Gouid all rolled into one big hunk of sex! 

"Why don't we go somewhere to talk this all out?" He was steering me away 
from the group as slyly as you can imagine. 

"How about that spot over there near the piano?" I wanted a secluded, 
shadowy area where we could be removed from the knowing glances of some of 
the less kindly gals. 

"I've got a better idea," he suddenly said. "Let's go to a motel." 

"Less than twenty-five minutes later we were registered at a small motel 
that would never win the coveted Four-Star award, or even half a star. But 
it had the one thing Denny and I wanted just then. A bed. Denny closed the 
door and locked it. That reminded, me of something. 

"Are you married?" I asked. 

"Yes," he nodded, "but I'm not fanatical about it." 

"Good," I said. "I won't have to worry about a long engagement, or anything 
like that." 

"I'm not a home wrecker and never have been. I knew that Denny wasn't 
married. I knew that a good-looking stud like him would pretend to be 
married or separated, or some dodge like that. He wasn't about to tie 
himself down to one hunk of gash. But I had to play the game along with him. 
It seemed like the right thing. Anyway, I knew it would put his hot little 
mind at ease if he felt he was in the clear about getting tangled up 
permanently with me. And I wasn't willing to be tied down to any one man 
yet, either. Not with the world so full of delicious guys waiting their 
turn. 

"You want to use the bathroom first?" Denny didn't waste any time. 

"For what?" I wanted action fast. I saw no need for a long, drawn out shower 
bit. 

"To answer nature's call," he said, and smiled at me. 

"The only call she's making at this stage is for that old debbil sex," I 
replied. 

"That's the message coming through to me, too," Denny replied, removing his 
clothes in a nice, relaxed manner. I didn't delay. I was out of my stuff 
before he had finished. I stood up so he could see what he had coming. I was 
glad I had taken extra care that morning to look good. I was tanned just 
brown enough to compliment the creamy whiteness of my body where the bikini 
had denied, the sun's rays. My tits were up nice and full. The huge brown 
nipples were stiffening as I anticipated the fun ahead. Benny's eyes drank 
in the rich flow of curves I had to offer. He let his gaze drop down to my 
crop of bush. I've got more than my share of that. 

"When I felt his eyes locking in on my pussy, I detected the subtle perfume 
of cunt juice that I start generating at the mere idea of the action 
upcoming. My nostrils twitched a bit at my own aura of sex. And I knew that 
Denny was going to supply me with further delights when the fragrance of his 
own body started penetrating the atmosphere. 

"Well, what're we waiting for?" I asked him. He was still in his shorts but 
he was stiffening up good as his dong slowly rose. 

"Just enjoying the scenery, sweet." He smiled as he slipped out of his last 
item of garb. I studied his cock with interest. He wasn't hung like some 
guys I've seen, but he had plenty. And from past experience I knew I could 
work magic on that old yardstick. 

"He walked over to me with his big jabber jiggling in that entrancing 
fashion it has when a guy is up nice and hard. And Denny was up at this 
stage. He put his hands on my bare shoulders and I was surprised to feel the 
strength in those graceful fingers. They dug deep into my flesh. 

"I lifted my mouth, I kept my lips open to make them more interesting. I 
played it coy by shutting my eyes like some young virgin on her first date. 
There was a long pause. I couldn't figure out what the delay was, but I 
decided to play it cool and let it all happen. Then, I learned why it had 
taken so long. His mouth was pressed up right against my forest. 

"I spread my legs wider so more of his tongue could get up my crotch. But it 
wasn't the easiest way to do it. Denny was on his knees and he was at an 
awkward angle. I didn't want to seem too forward, but I knew he wasn't 
completely at ease in the pose we had adopted. 

"Let's not waste the bed we paid for, darling," I said, breaking the contact 
of his lips from my apex. I caught his bare shoulders in my hands and pulled 
him up to his feet. As I lifted, he was careful to let his tongue run right 
up my bare belly, past the navel, up to my tit-ravine and then to my mouth. 

"Mind if I kiss you on the lips?" He pretended that was an 'mposition. 

"Not at all," said, going along with the little love game. "I think every 
girl owes it to her date to permit a little intimacy!" 

"We both laughed at the humor. Denny had been around and so had I. We both 
knew what it was all about. The only thing that remained for us was to learn 
exactly how much we knew about titillation. He was as eager as I to pool our 
sexual know-how. 

"Lay on your stomach, please," Denny said, and helped me as I stretched out 
on the bed. I had a sudden doubt. Was he just an asshole man? It turned out 
he wasn't. I had hardly turned over when his hot, wet lips were nuzzling at 
the base of my neck. He used his teeth in a nice way, too. He nibbled, but 
he didn't bite so hard that the skin was broken. I've had lots of guys who 
get so steamed up they chew right through until the blood flows. Now, I'm 
not against a bit of violence when it comes to sex. It's all part of it. But 
a gal hates to go around with fang wounds in her neck. That went out with 
Dracula! 

"Yummmmy ... " I could hear Denny murmur as he hungrily nibbled and nuzzled 
down my spinal column. His demanding lips were now getting closer to the 
valley between the cheeks of my ass, and my crotch was creaming nicely. I 
knew he had the scent of my erotic heat reaching his nostrils. His nuzzling 
moved around to reach every area of my ass. I've got a nice, smooth butt, 
and I liked the way his tongue would flick out at intervals to lash my skin 
into further heat. My own mouth was watering as I visioned my eager lips and 
tongue working on him. But for the moment, it was his play. 

"His head circled around and around as he got ever closer to the action 
zone. I again wiggled my thighs a bit wider so he could get up with no 
hindrances to a smooth entry. Then, I felt his tongue licking out for my 
rectum. His nose was buried in the soft valley of my ass cheeks and he was 
having a bit of trouble breathing properly. But that just made it all the 
more exciting. I had buried my own nostrils too often between a guy's cheeks 
to not know what was going on with Denny. His roving tongue circled around a 
bit more to create even greater excitement in my crotch, and then the tip of 
it flicked out and brushed my asshole. 

"I've learned one thing about assholes. Each one has its own peculiar aura. 
Guys who eat a lot of steak and stuff like that have a powerful pungent 
smell. Other guys who go more for salads, fruits and vegetables are inclined 
to be milder in their aroma. The dessert eaters are something else. They 
exude a strange, syrupy smell. But it's all great. It's pure man-musk. 

"Women have a totally different perfume in their butts. We tend to run more 
toward spicy aromas. I've learned a little trick that most gals don't know 
about. Every morning-even when I know there's no chance of any sex-action 
ahead-I douse my crotch and asshole with a douche that just can't be beat. 
This douche comes in a variety of flavors. First, there's champagne. Then, 
of all things ... chocolate ... and vanilla. There are lesser flavors, too. 
Honey, cinnamon and a host of the fruit essences. Popularity polls have 
proven that apricot and pineapple lead the field in the eyes or, rather, the 
noses of male explorers. I'm a gal with expensive tastes, so I went the 
champagne route. 

"Anyway, my champagne-flavored butthole got to old Denny. He started reaming 
his long, thick tongue up into the old dirt road. It wasn't the first time a 
guy had gone that route with me. I knew how to flex my rectum so that his 
tongue could slip in further. I clamped down really tight on it to let him 
know I was housebroken. 

"I don't really like guys shoving their cocks up my bunghole. That's too 
damn much meat to ram into a small opening like I've got. Oh, sure, lots of 
gals go the asshole way all the time. I'm not too sure they really enjoy it 
so much, but most think it's a good safe way to get a guy satisfied without 
taking any chances on pregnancy. Guys have tried to ream me, but I've gotten 
out of it with some skillful orality. It's amazing how far a gal can get if 
she learns to use her oral powers properly! 

"Anyway, Denny really dug my champagne bottom. He licked and sucked at my 
bunghole for some time. Too long, I felt. I wanted to do a bit of nibbling 
on my own. But I didn't rush it. I let him have his will. Finally, he was 
ready for the more serious action. He lifted his face from my butt and gave 
my ass a little slap. 

"You're done on this side," he quipped. "Turn over, please!" 

"I did. Fast. I lay back with my kissing-sweet tits up nice and firm in the 
firing position. Denny stared down at them with real awe. His eyes roved all 
around, drinking in the lush curves and then zeroing in on the big nipples. 
And they are big, make no mistake. The contact of the bed against them, plus 
his nibbling at my ass, had done wonders. I swear they were two inches long. 

"Denny just stood over me next to the bed. I was getting eager for the big 
move, so I asked him, "Too big?" I meant my nipples, but he misunderstood. 

"I've never had any complaints about it before," he said, looking down at 
his cock, which was now nice and hard. 

"I meant my nipples, silly," I kidded him. "I was afraid your mouth might be 
too small to take them." 

"Let me test your theory." He moved onto the bed to lie down next to me. His 
head lowered to my breast and he began running his tongue in entrancing 
little circles just around the edge of my nipple area. He moved in closer 
and closer with each revolution, and I could smell the aura of my pussy 
opening wider and wider under the stimulus of his sex-play. Then, with 
lightning-swift dexterity, he fastened his hot, wet lips directly onto the 
nipple. He began sucking-it in hungrily, and as he sucked, his tongue kept 
flicking at the tip. He had great suction powers. He had one other little 
trick that I'd never felt before. When he had drawn as much of my tit down 
into his throat as he could get, he let his teeth cut in just enough to hold 
the skin without biting through. From this point on, he really revolved that 
tongue of his like a propeller. 

"Next, Denny started easing down from my two burning tits. He kissed and 
sucked at my belly, and I knew it wouldn't be too long before his tongue 
would be flicking in and out of my navel. All this time I was dying to suck 
at him, but somehow he had taken the play from me. But I knew if I just 
bided my time, my desires would be answered. 

"I wanted to kiss and lick his smooth skin so much it made me squirmy. As he 
tongued my belly button, I wiggled my hips and he picked right up on that. 
He lowered his head and his burning lips blazed a juicy trail down to my 
forest. 

"He plunged his face right down into the glistening, wavy black hair that 
protected my pussy. I knew my hairs were tickling hell out of his face but 
he wasn't about to slow down for a little thing like that! 

"His long, hot, wet tongue came shooting out and searched for home plate. I 
was careful not to put anything in his way. He moved his chin and face hard 
against my crotch so that I was opened up wide. I remember how I quivered as 
he manipulated my twat. 

"It wasn't until that big, fat tongue found my clit that I really got turned 
on. My whole body seemed to be as stiff as I knew his big cock was. I had to 
fight to keep from crying out for him to get done so I could eat him. My 
mouth was watering at, the prospect. 

"Eat, eat, eat! Eat my cunt!" I remember gasping the words out over and over 
as I spread my thighs as far apart as I could get them. His active, probing 
tongue was making my whole lower half red hot. Heat came out of there that 
would have warmed an entire apartment. I was actually worried that I might 
be burning his face with my hot love juices! 

"But even as all this was going on within me, I was missing something. My 
own mouth was empty. I wanted the taste of Denny in my lips. I wanted to 
suck, kiss and taste his skin. All of it. Not just his cock and balls. Every 
inch of him called out for my oral love. 

"But he was unaware of that. His tongue kept driving in and shooting so that 
my rich red gash of love was vibrating and pulsating towards him like some 
kind of sea anemone toward an unsuspecting fish. 

"Then, all of a sudden, it changed. Denny lunged upward and away from my 
valley of passion. He tried to jam his big cock into my pussy. I wasn't red 
hot about this but I made no real resistance, I wasn't too much help, 
though. I let him do all the positioning. As he tried to zero in on my hole, 
I took advantage of his proximity to clamp my mouth on his neck. 

"I started sucking, kissing, licking and tasting his luscious skin. I just 
couldn't get enough of it. I nibbled and nuzzled at all the area I could 
reach. Meanwhile, he was still all fired up with the idea of ramming his 
cock into my snatch. He gasped and moaned as he missed the mark. 

"I got to get that thing in you!" He was in near agony. 

"The angle's a little off," I panted back. 

"Relax, for God's sake, will you?" He was having his troubles. He wasn't 
that big down there but he still couldn't get in. He just couldn't make it 
the right way into my pussy. He was moaning and groaning. Most of his words 
were hard to understand, but I did get this much out of him: 

"My balls ... my balls ... they're hurting me ... terribly!" 

"I was happy as a lark. I was so busy sucking and nibbling at his chest and 
shoulders that I hardly knew what he was up to down along the river front. 
But he was determined to shove his cock up into my snatch. I realized I'd 
better help him or he'd go off his rocker. So, without stopping my kissing 
of his wonderful, fragrant skin, I eased one hand down, took hold of his 
slippery, thick cock, and pulled it up against my hairy crotch. I wiggled it 
around and got the head of it in for an inch or so. Now, he was turned on. 
He figured he really had me. I wanted more than just a thick rod jammed up 
my twat, but I had plenty to keep me engrossed with his handsome body. I 
nibbled down lower to suck at his tits, and then I got to easing my face 
into his armpit. I loved this contact. I could feel the moisture exuding 
from under his arm and I hungrily licked it all up. As fast as his sweat 
came out, I saw to it that it was gone. I had a ball going from one armpit 
to the other. It got to Denny after a little bit. He started shoving more of 
his cock up into my tight hole. I couldn't very well fight it off so I let 
the whole length slide in. 

"I've got to come soon," he panted huskily. 

"Do it this way till you're up to the last second," I stopped my nibbling at 
him long enough to instruct. "Then, pull out and I'll take care of you!" 

"He didn't answer. He was too eager, surging up and down, hammering his big 
dong into my cunt. He was turned on, make no mistake about that. All the sex 
play had steamed him good, and when he had trouble getting it into me, that 
just turned him on all the more. I know my hot, wet mouth had done a good 
job on him, to further heighten his passion. But I played it cool. I went 
back to my oral fun even as I analyzed what his big rod was doing down 
inside me. 

"Any second ... any second ... " he gasped, as if somebody had jammed a 
knife up his ass. I could tell he wasn't fooling now. His thick rod was 
swollen to maximum fullness, and it was like a hunk of granite. 

"Hold it just one moment!" I twisted my hips so that he was out all the way. 
I stopped my gnawing and nibbling. I didn't want to make him come. I knew if 
I did, he'd cool fast and I'd be out of a lot of pleasure. I lay perfectly 
still, making sure his big cock was clear. One little bit of pressure at 
this stage and he'd cream like Old Faithful. Anything to stop that! 

"I've got to blow, sweet, I've got to." He was so fired up he couldn't stand 
it. 

"I know, darling, I know." I caressed his face. "But we don't want to take 
the edge off everything just yet." I gently patted and stroked his heated 
face as he eased up a little. Then, when I felt it was safe, I started to 
kiss and suck at his earlobes, his chin, his neck, his chest and armpits. 
Once again, safely buried in the musky aura of his bodily scents, I felt 
safe and protected. No dangerous male cock wedged up into my cunt. I was 
reminded of those wonderful nights when I was a little girl and safely 
pressed up to my father's strong, hot body. I didn't want this to ever stop, 
but I knew it would if I let Denny blow his wad. 

"He began searching out my cunt again with his big cock while I tried to 
ease down so I could suck it for him, but with that obstinate streak of his 
he kept trying to shove his old joystick up my hole. Despite all my subtle 
maneuvering, he got it where he wanted it. He started getting hotter and 
hotter as he wedged it up inside me. He plunged it in and out, humping up 
and down in his own primeval little world of liquid satisfaction. I settled 
for my sucking desire. I nibbled and gnawed at every available inch of his 
body. And I applied a little force with my sharp teeth when I sensed he was 
up too high. The pain helped cool him enough to delay his final blast. 

"It's really funny, when you stop to think about it. I mean this whole 
sexual business, you know. The whole idea is to get the guy you are screwing 
around with to come. Yet, the basic plan is to prevent the ultimate act. You 
get the guy up to the peak, then bring him down just before he blows his 
wad. No wonder the human race is all fucked up. 

"Like, you know, it's the same thing with other activities. Take that stupid 
game of golf. Well, maybe it's not really stupid, but it's really hopeless, 
isn't it? The idea-I don't know much about it, but enough to pass a judgment 
on it-the idea, like I said, is to put the ball into the cup with as few 
strokes as possible. In other words, the perfect golf game would be one in 
which the player went around in eighteen holes. And that's impossible to do, 
of course. So, the golfer is faced with the prospect of never accomplishing 
that which he is after: a hole-in-one on each hole. Just like with sex-a 
perfect sex act would be an impossibility. I suppose the perfect sex act 
would be one where both partners would be completely satisfied with the 
action. Both would attain climax at precisely the same instant. Both would 
find their release in exactly the same proportions. And both would be freed 
of desires and urges for the rest of the night or day. But we know that it 
doesn't work that way, no matter how hard we try, right? One or the other of 
the two wants more, even as the other partner is utterly empty. I mean, like 
zonked-out-with-the-come bit. But, of course, it sure is a fucking pleasure 
trying ... Like with Denny. 

"I was doing my desperate best to slow him down so I could bask in the 
warmth of his chest and armpits. Even as I was sucking and kissing at his 
upper body, he was hammering his big, thick cock up my cunt ... each of us 
intent on our own desires. I couldn't help but think at that moment that 
somewhere down deep inside our impulses there were two special demons. Denny 
had his demon. I had mine. Benny's demon was that tremendous urge to wedge 
his thick cock up into my cunt and spurt his jism into my baby-making 
machine. He didn't want me to have a baby, but he still was doing his best 
to knock me up! 

"Of course, my little demon was something else. An overpowering lust to 
suck, kiss, chew and eat at Benny's lovely, smooth skin. To build this oral 
pattern up higher and higher to the point of orgasm for me ... up, up and 
ever higher, just like some goddam symphony of string instruments, to a high 
pitch that only a fucking dog could hear. 

"As much as I wanted my release, I still fought to keep it off. Just at that 
split-second instant, when my whole body would tense for the great 
release-that electrical moment when my blazing cunt juices would burst 
forward to engulf my partner's own torrent-a great force of willpower would 
rise to withstand the demands of our bodies. It made me convulse and shiver. 
My ass clamped into a powerful lock, and my legs stretched out until I 
thought they'd come loose from their joints. But it did the trick. I kept 
delaying the inevitable. No Niagara of creamy semen shot from Benny's cock 
into my pussy. 

"I let him hump his huge cock into my cunt, but I cheated on building it up 
too much down there. I went through the motions of playing hot snatch. And 
it was hot, make no mistake about that. But it was, really hot because I was 
eaten with desire for Denny's sweet-smelling skin. Even though he was 
exuding hot sweat, he smelled sweet to me. Oh, not that sugary sweet of 
bakery goods or candy. No, it was the more potent sweetness of man. A raw, 
lusty, male odor. My mouth just couldn't lap up enough of it. I could have 
gone on like that forever. 

"I was slipping back to the wonderful nights in bed with my father as I 
found myself lulled into a pleasant torpor. My mind played strange tricks as 
Benny hammered his huge cock up into my throbbing pussy. In my fantasy, I 
saw myself playing a weird, erotic role. Not with Denny but with my father. 

"In my playacting scene, I saw Denny wielding a great whip that might easily 
have been some version of his big cock. With that cocklike whip, he was 
hitting my naked father right on the ass and crotch. Don't, ask how, but my 
father had wedged his cock right up against Denny's, and, in this way, Denny 
couldn't come. Both naked men were trying to fuck me at the same time, and 
each frustrated the other. In the meantime, I was kissing, sucking and 
licking at every inch of their luscious, nude forms. 

"I have to kiss it for you, Denny, I really must." I knew he couldn't 
contain himself much longer, regardless of his self-control. I managed to 
pull away from his throbbing penis despite his attempts to lock me to his 
crotch. 

"Okay, okay," he groaned. "But I can't go on like this forever. I'm only 
human, you know ... " 

"You're superhuman, you handsome liar." 

Helen's words were husky as she lowered her lush, moist lips down to Denny's 
vital zone. She let her hot breath play gently over and around the tip of 
his great organ. She teased him by moving her mouth down to his testicles, 
where again her sultry breath caressed his manhood. 

Helen was not the least bit interested in whether or not her partner 
returned her orality. All she sought at this juncture were the heady 
delights of his virility, exuding from every pore. The aura of musk was 
thick in the air as her mouth began to draw in his testicles to better soak 
up the hot perspiration coming from the inflamed skin. First, one big 
testicle, then the other, was sucked in, to be hungrily tongued and nibbled 
at. 

Next, Helen directed her attentions to his penis base. She kissed, licked 
and tongued this hairy area with infinite relish as her breath expelled from 
her nostrils in great, gasping sounds. She purposely permitted this sound, 
and even increased it, knowing its aphrodisiac effects on the male libido. 
Denny writhed and moaned under the demanding mouth that was so relentlessly 
clamped upon his malehood. 

His lust aroused more passion within the oral-minded Helen. Her naked body 
was glowing a soft pink in the gloom of the motel room. Her generous breasts 
were sharply pointed, the huge brown nipples up to their maximum erection. 
As Helen bent forward to better work her orality upon the frenzied male, her 
rich, pearl-shaped buttocks were elevated, revealing the thick, dark hair 
between her creamy thighs. 

Denny groaned as Helen withdrew her lips to plan new assaults. He was nearly 
out of his mind from the buildup the oral-driven girl had subjected him to. 

Helen lowered her full, moist lips to the crown of his engorged penis, 
permitting a light contact as she began circling her head in tantalizing 
movements. At little intervals she flicked out her tongue to feather the 
extreme tip of his organ, causing him to stiffen and groan. 

"I fixed him good. Boy, did I fix him good. I knew he was an old hand at 
fucking, but it was only a challenge to me, I knew damn well he had never 
before bumped into a girl like me. I mean, Denny was a square really-a 
fucking square, that is, if you know what I mean. He was used to dolls who 
liked to screw the so-called normal way. You know, spread their legs, open 
their pussy wide, and shove the dong in for a quick one-two. Not like me, 
with the ail-American tongue and lips. And believe me, there's a hell of a 
lot more you can do with your mouth on a guy's cock than with your cunt 
hugging it. With the dong inside you, it's pretty well he who controls the 
screwing action-tempo, rhythm, the depth of the strokes, and so forth. 

"Of course, I know fucking well I am not the first gal to discover the 
sexual power of my lips, tongue, and teeth. By now, probably everybody in 
the country either sucks cock or eats pussy, and that's the way it should 
be. Just think of how simple abortions would become-if the gal got pregnant 
sucking a guy off, if her cheeks started swelling up, all she'd have to do 
would be spit the baby out ... Of course, I'm just spoofing about that. But 
the fact is, I go for sucking cock a hell of a sight more than anybody I 
ever ran across in my whole damn life. And I also know that very few gals 
like to kiss and suck at other parts of a guy's body besides his cock and 
balls. Me? I prefer chewing at areas that most gals think is indecent-or 
unsanitary! I tell you, as long as the guy is clean, there's nothing 
unsanitary about anywhere you can run your tongue around or in. 

"Dear old Denny was turned up high. And I knew he'd get sore as hell if I 
went back to sucking at his armpits and tits again. As much as I wanted that 
action, I had to play the little game he preferred-at least, for that 
particular moment. So, I dutifully went back to his King-Kong dong, taking 
the big, round head into my mouth. I let it slide around inside, 
establishing full mouth contact with the rock-hard ball. 

"Denny was stiff as hell and panting harder as he wiggled to wedge more of 
it into my throat. I didn't fight it. I permitted the long length to slowly 
slither deeper into my mouth meanwhile darting my tongue round and round the 
sides. I'd ease it back away so I could flick my tongue onto the top to 
tickle it further. Each time I did this, Denny would convulse and cry out. 

"My head started wobbling up and down as I took as much of his length down 
my throat as I could. Then, it was all too far along for Denny to fight it 
off any longer. I could feel a really big fire starting to break out in his 
scrotum. The heat was actually so apparent that I almost expected radiation 
waves to start shooting out! 

"Oh, God ... God ... faster, faster, faster ... " He was almost shouting the 
words. I was a little worried about how he was coming on. Motel walls aren't 
famous for being soundproof. I didn't want our little romance broadcast to 
the whole world. 

"I could feel the skin on his thighs tingling. He had these great big 
gooseflesh bumps and I was dying to lick and suck at them, but he wasn't 
going to let me deny him his big come job. 

"He kept arching up to wedge more of his cock into my throat, even though I 
had him into me clear up to his balls. My chin was beginning to feel the 
rough, hairy action of all the pounding. But I figured it was all the way 
now. I kissed, sucked and tongued his cock as I bobbed my head in steady 
strokes. Each time I managed to suck in a bit more because he kept picking 
up in size. As well-hung as Denny was, my cocksucking powers were making him 
longer. I guess I could rent myself out to guys who think they're 
underdeveloped. No cunt could work such magic! 

"Then, it happened. Denny's arms convulsed and hit my naked back and 
shoulders as he tried to shove his whole fucking body into my mouth. But I 
was up to the challenge. I sucked in like a plumber's plunger drawing on a 
clogged drain. His inflamed cock seemed to swell once more, to rise like a 
bird, and then it exploded right into the back of my mouth in a 
lightning-fast series of soul-searing jerks. Denny had come, Man, had he 
come! 

"He had lots to offer. He was panting and gasping from the frenzy of the 
spurting release. All of his tensed-up body seemed to shoot out with that 
violent discharge of force and life. I wasn't letting him off the hook now. 
He wanted me to blow him, so that's exactly what I was doing. I swallowed 
all he had to shoot. I was surprised that his cock could continue to stay so 
huge after shooting as much jism as he did. His hot sperm cascaded into my 
throat for quite some time. I could feel the head of it against the back of 
my throat as he throbbed over and over. A dry, salty taste filled my mouth, 
even though his love juice was so creamy. But it wasn't bad. I swallowed and 
swallowed till there was no more. Now, he was finally finished. He slumped 
back, sated. 

"But I was just beginning to feel great. Now, I could get away from his cock 
and balls and go after the rest of his skin. My real pleasure was still 
ahead. I was quivering as my eager, wet Sips sought out his belly-button, 
his chest area, his beautiful nipples, and best of all, his hot armpits. I 
gasped and panted as I sucked, kissed, tasted and tongued all the exciting 
parts of his frame. And that's when I began to build to my first really full 
orgasm. I could feel the volcano building down in my crotch. My thighs were 
blazing as the passion built higher and higher. The more I sucked and licked 
at his armpits, the more frenzied I got. Then, in a great convulsive series 
of violent spasms, I reached my own powerful climax. I sobbed and cried as I 
continued gnawing at Benny's quivering body. My love juices oozed out of my 
fiery valley in a red-hot tide of raw lust. At last I had my own 
gratification. At least, for a little while. A few minutes later. I was 
eating at Benny's body all over again in my insatiable quest for relief. 

"Sometimes I worry about why I can't get real satisfaction out of plain old 
screwing or blowing or sixty-nining and the rest. I know that other gals 
don't get charged up by sucking and tasting a guy's underarms and his tits. 
But Benny's the one who's really shook up about the whole thing. He just 
can't figure me out. It worries hell out of him that I only find my peace of 
mind, in the taste, body odor and wild responses of my partner. He thinks 
there's something radically wrong with a gal who reacts like I do. He says 
he'd marry me if I could only straighten out on what he calls my weird 
fetish. I think I could be happily married to a guy like him. But I'm 
worried about him and his doubts about what I like to do. The more I think 
about it, the more I think maybe Denny is the one who's screwed up, not me. 

"For example, what happened so recently that my insides are still sore from 
it may give you an idea of what I mean ... 

"Denny was sitting in the armchair, wearing nothing but a fucking bath towel 
around his middle. He had just taken a shower. I wasn't wearing a hell of a 
lot either. In fact, all I was wearing was a lily I had plucked off the 
table and stuck up my pussy. I had sucked him off but good while we were 
messing around in the shower's hot, needling spray. Down on my knees on the 
tiles-his whanger all the way in my mouth-his balls against my chin ... When 
he shot his jism, I swear I felt it running out of my ears. Of course, it 
was the shower water, but it sure felt wild and hot ... 

"But anyway, there he was sitting, pooped out, but his cock was still half 
stiff-or again half stiff. And the more I looked at its outline under the 
terry towel, the more I wanted it again. So, without any further ado, I 
slithered down to the floor in front of him and began working my tongue and 
lips up the inside of his thighs. By the time I got to tongue-tickling the 
curly hairs of his upper inner thighs, his dong was like a tent pole 
underneath the towel. I could see his balls-hot pink from the heat of the 
shower-drawing up in little spastic jerks toward the base of his cock. So, I 
worked my hands underneath Denny's buttocks, spread his asscheeks, ran the 
tip of my pointed tongue into his puckered asshole, licked his perineum, 
then, opening my mouth real wide, sucked his sparsely haired jewels right 
into my mouth ... I've got to tell you, my mouth may look small, but I can 
put a hell of a fucking lot more in it than anyone would ever believe. So, I 
got Denny's entire scrotum into my mouth, figuring that I was going to jack 
him off, and then, when he was ready to blow his load, I'd clamp my teeth on 
his balls-gently, of course-to force every bit of semen out of his 
baby-making machine. 

"And that's when he made the craziest move for straight fucking. He yanked 
his balls out of my mouth-he must've scraped them against my teeth doing 
that-tore the towel off himself, and got out of the armchair. His dong was 
sticking way out in front of him like a medieval fucking battering 
ram-thick, long, red-headed, glistening. I swear he took me by surprise. I 
didn't have the slightest idea of what he was up to, until he grabbed hold 
of my shoulders, pulled me to my feet, then pushed me into the armchair, 
butt down. I bounced, he pushed me so hard, and on the up-bounce he grabbed 
hold of my ankles and drew them apart so quick and far and sudden that I 
heard my pussy lips squish open. The next thing I knew, he was kneeling on 
the floor in front of the armchair with his whanger buried in my cunt up to 
his balls. He couldn't have made more than half a dozen six-inch plunges 
before I felt his hot come squirting up the insides of my pussy ... Of 
course, I didn't get the chance to get any fucking pleasure out of that. I 
mean, can you imagine something like that happening? That's why Denny 
worries me. There must be something wrong with him ... " 

An obsession with oral lovemaking as indicated in the above case-history 
subject borders on being pathological. A mania is unhealthy, regardless of 
the nature of that mania, and Helen, from her narration, is definitely a 
borderline maniac. The fact that she will still participate in sexual 
intercourse is a hopeful sign; however, her preoccupation with fellatio is 
so great, her preference for it is so powerful, that, unless she alters her 
mental attitude toward oral lovemaking-that is, if she accepts oral 
lovemaking as a variation on the procreative manner of sexual activity-the 
chances are that she will withdraw totally from even an occasional 
participation in coitus inter labia. 

CHAPTER Two: The Sweat Shop 

The naked young girl looked at her equally nude partner in admiration. He 
was a magnificently proportioned young man of thirty. But, his proportions 
were not restricted to merely his great chest, shoulders, and legs. He had 
an exciting seven-inch penis that jutted up promisingly from his hard, lean 
body. The girl felt her loins tingling as she relished the thought of what 
that great, thick weapon would do to her hot cavern. 

She had other reasons for being hot. She was lying on her lovely, creamy 
back upon a stout wooden bench. The structure was part of a homemade sauna 
bath complete with hot steam pipes, running water, and the other requisites. 
The steam was slowly swirling around the small enclosure, lending the room 
an eerie, mystical quality that was perfect for the sexuality that was 
permeating the hot, humid atmosphere. 

"Here comes Big Daddy, sugar." He smiled through the swirling haze as he 
moved closer. His huge organ was up like a beacon and the girl's thighs 
widened instinctively as he neared his target. She knew she was headed for a 
great thrill and she was ready. Oh, but she was ready! 

She closed her eyes and slipped into the warm womb of the hot sauna bath to 
better savor the sensual bliss that was so near. Then, she felt his generous 
mouth tenderly enclosing one of her great, brown nipples. She was very proud 
of her breasts and a pleased smile played over her lips as his tongue began 
flicking and whipping the nipple into further hardness. He alternated 
tongue-lashing each breast tip in expert fashion. His lips also worked in 
expert style, heightening the sharp, extreme sensations in her soft breasts. 
She lost all reservations and moaned and groaned as she wrapped her arms 
tightly around his handsome head to pull him closer. 

The combination of his exciting sucking and licking, plus the hot, steamy 
air, soon brought further manifestations of emotion. Her every pore was open 
and she was perspiring rivulets. His ardent mouth and lips began to rove. 
She was amazed at his enormous suction. He seemed to draw her entire breast 
up into his eager oral cavity. This was no mean feat inasmuch as the aroused 
girl had breasts larger than any cantaloupe that ever graced a produce 
shelf. 

She also became aware of something else. He was avidly licking and 
swallowing all of her bodily moisture. Every drop of sweat she produced, was 
instantly absorbed by his ravenous mouth. She didn't mind. All she hoped was 
that he did not find her perspiration offensive. Like all good American 
girls, she knew that personal daintiness was the most important thing. Like 
many other good American girls, she did not know that many males like Gary 
H., were not too interested in "cleanliness." What they really craved, and 
got, was the sharp, musky taste of a woman's body juices. Gary and others of 
his ilk were let down when a girl tasted too "pure." 

She felt the hot wetness of his mouth and tongue on the silken skin of her 
thighs and she gasped with erotic excitement as he moved closer and closer 
to the center of her greatest torment. She wanted him there so intensely she 
nearly cried out her lust. But she didn't. She was too far under his orality 
to do more than merely gasp and writhe as his tongue lashed at her dripping 
wet skin in long sweeping moves that lapped up the moisture as fast as she 
exuded it. Her mind blanked out to all but the demands of his lips, mouth, 
and tongue as her body accepted the infinite pleasures of the oral 
stimulation. Her womanly glands reacted with spasms that caused her to 
twitch convulsively as he slowly but certainly moved ever closer to her 
core. 

He eventually reached her apex with his ravenous mouth and then he nearly 
drove the young woman to a frenzy as he tongued, sucked, kissed, and licked 
at her blazing cavern. She felt the terrific heat from his demanding lips on 
the silky folds of her vaginal opening. And more important, she felt the 
licking tongue as it flicked, darted, and lashed at the smooth area of her 
crotch. She gasped with erotic excitement as he shot his big tongue far up 
into the warm wet folds of her womanhood. 

The girl had been taken by many males in her comparatively short span of 
maturity. But she had never received such a thrilling interlude of sexuality 
as she was undergoing at the moment. It was as though floodgates, holding 
back the electrifying sweetnesses in her loins, had long been closed and 
were now slowly opening and responding to a revealing electric eye that 
probed and prompted her most fertile regions to surrender. 

Her hot wet body, writhed and twitched with tremendous passions and she 
found herself crying, sobbing, and moaning with animal like sounds under the 
handsome young male's savage tongue, lips, and teeth. It was his tongue that 
caused her to react the most wildly, however-the never tiring, lashing, 
licking, and caressing appendage that hungrily lapped up all the fiery 
liquids exuding from her overwrought young body. 

"Oh, my God, my God," she gasped helplessly as his long, hot, wet tongue 
lashed harder at her seething womanflesh and his vicious weapon wedged 
further up inside the tight confines of her vagina. Here, the roving tongue 
found new centers to interest it and the girl's nude body gathered, poised, 
and tightened as the heady lusts of sex generated even greater force. 
Excruciating pressures and sensations built ever higher, swelled, and then 
expelled fiercely in massive, convulsive pulsations that racked her frame. 

The swift, alleviating reactions of her womanhood threw her into yet another 
stratum of emotion. A state of blessed and frightening ecstasy. No other man 
had ever managed to explore her needs so completely, no man had ever exerted 
the exquisite attentions that assaulted her floodgates of passion and no man 
had ever drawn such vibrations of erotic bliss from her responsive organs. 

The young girl thought his tongue was as far up into her cavern of desire as 
it could penetrate. But she was wrong. As her thighs spread wider apart 
under his tireless ministrations, he gained further entry. His entire face 
was thrust up into her huge, hairy opening. She squirmed as she felt the 
tongue tip probing all the way up into the very ending of her pussy. She 
found herself shivering and quaking with powerful sensual reactions that 
built higher and higher under the punishing lips and teeth that protected 
the sensitive tongue. She spent herself all over again in quick excited 
spasms of infinite delight long after she thought she was finished. 

Then, abruptly, it stopped. For the moment. The girl blinked into the 
swirling mists that played over their undulating forms. As if from a great 
distance, she heard her partner's voice. He had withdrawn that wonderful 
tongue from her cavity to order: 

"Okay, baby ... sit on my face. And fast!" 

He positioned himself so that he was now flat on his back and he helped his 
partner to squat over his features. He arranged it so that she had her back 
to his feet. She did not know why he chose this particular position, but she 
didn't care. All she wanted was that wonderful long, hot, and wet tongue 
insinuating itself up into her blazing crotch. Slowly, to better savor the 
heady moment, she eased her dripping ravine of lust down onto his face. He 
quickly reached his strong arms up to seize her smooth silky hips and pull 
her down more swiftly. She felt his powerful fingers biting into her soft 
flesh and she responded by circling her hips as he thrust the great tongue 
up into her loins with fierce, savage lashings. 

She began screaming harshly, soundlessly, the high keening noises further 
stimulating her into greater erotic effort. The screaming sound was entirely 
in her imagination. The pressures of sexuality again began to seethe and 
boil as she hammered up and down upon the handsome features of the naked man 
beneath her. Her nude form began to tighten up like a mighty steel coil as a 
gigantic climax began to well forth from her loins. It was a weird and 
moving sight. The lovely, naked young girl pounding her crotch down upon the 
features of the aroused male supine beneath her silky limbs, the steam 
swirling around them as the hot, humid atmosphere brought streams of fiery 
sweat streaming from their bodies. But what was even more intriguing was the 
unusual action of the nude Gary locked in sexuality under the demanding 
thighs of the girl. She, herself, was unaware of what was taking place 
behind her lovely back. Gary had stealthily eased his hand down to his 
crotch and had captured his huge erect penis. Once he had it in his clutch, 
he knew what to do. He masturbated himself in great driving strokes in 
perfect cadence with his darting tongue which was licking, whipping, and 
lashing inside the writhing young woman's vagina. As she suddenly sprawled 
in helpless abandon from the enormous climax breaking within her, it brought 
further reaction from Gary. He pounded harder at his great penis with his 
hand and built his own lust to its fullest. But just as he was about to 
explode, he caught her hand with his free arm and brought it to his penis so 
she could masturbate him to the ultimate. She complied. She would have done 
anything at that moment. 

It was an awkward position for the girl. She was faced the wrong way for the 
proper masturbation process. But Gary had undergone similar experiences many 
times before. It was apparent from the skilled fashion in which he worked 
her arm backward without hurting her so that she could take his great organ 
in her hand and pump it freely, At no time during this intimacy did Gary 
lose his oral contact with the aroused young lady. His probing, seeking 
tongue lashed further and further up into her blazing inferno of womanhood 
even after she had brought him to throbbing release. 

Gary H. consulted a psychologist for advice on his obsession with human 
perspiration and its erotic effects. The following interview was borrowed 
from the consulting psychologist's tape file and has been transcribed here 
to further illustrate his attitude toward oralism. 

"-If you think I'm here for the dough, you got another guess coming. I do 
okay at the station. My salary is two bills a week, and I pick up a bit 
extra from some of the kids who work for me. They do it because they know 
it's the best way to make sure they get the better shifts and other little 
favors. So, dough doesn't mean a fucking thing as far as this deal here is 
concerned. 

"I just want to be a good guy, that's all. And, too, I'd like to learn more 
about sex. Sex and the way it works for me. I figured if I spilled some of 
my secrets to you, you just might let me in on your end of it. I'm not one 
of those wise-asses who figure they know so fucking much, they can't ever 
learn more. 

"I'd like to just ask a few questions. It won't deal with me and my love 
life too much. I'm a curious guy and I like to know the score. Like my old 
man used to tell me when I was a kid: "Boy, you won't learn nothing 
listening to yourself talk. But you sure can learn one hell of a lot by 
paying close heed to what others got to say." 

"Anyway, I eat pussy. I have from the time I was a little kid. I used to get 
a lot of fun poked at me by my pals. They thought it was sissy stuff. They 
figured the only way to do it was to shove the old dong up the broad's 
snatch and hump till you shot your wad. Me, I had other ideas. Oh, sure, I 
banged broads with my cock, too. But I never felt like I was really coming 
through to them. I always sensed that they were just going along with taking 
the old walloper in their twats to keep me happy. I sensed way down deep 
inside me that the broads liked their cunts eaten best. 

"From the beginning I found myself fascinated with the way the cunt smelled 
and tasted. Each broad smells a little different. Oh, sure, every cunt has a 
certain smell and taste to it, but then you find all those little 
variations. Take a young chick. They never clean out their pussies quite as 
thoroughly as an older broad. Now, lots of guys get turned off when they 
start eating cunt that's a little cheesy. Me, I like it. The cheesier the 
better. If I had my way, I think I'd let the chick never douche out the old 
hole. I bet by the end of a year, it'd be a lot like some imported stuff." 

Gary is not alone in his mania for oral love. It has been a motivating force 
in the sexual life of man since time began. Animals have little or no qualms 
about orality. It is part and parcel of their sex behavior. Only man has 
displayed hesitancy in acknowledging the role this vital impulse plays in 
his existence. This reluctance to accept a continuing sexual action is most 
clearly manifested in the various terms used to designate the performance 
itself: "cock sucker" and "cunt lapper" are the two most general terms used 
to ridicule acts of fellatio and cunnilingus. Among those who are not quite 
so harsh about the impulse, more humorous forms of expression are found: 
"box lunch at the Y," "clean out the kitchen," "gobble the goop," "pearl 
diver," "yodel in the canyon," "sword swallower," and "pricknic ream" are 
but a few. 

As long as the art has been practiced by man, it still suffers from basic 
fears in society today. Due to the mores of the present system, it is 
associated with guilt and shame. Few "polite" people dare to reveal their 
true feelings toward the buried instinct that seethes within most human 
beings. Instead, they seek to avoid the problem by downgrading the impulse. 

Another simple way to ease the "stigma" of the oral sex function is to 
subtly place the blame for the entire matter by linking it to more 
convenient areas of the world. "French way," "French culture," "French 
tricks," and similar expressions are familiar to almost all of us. Somehow, 
by shifting the burden to Europe, it relieves us Americans from guilt 
feelings that might be aroused. 

But no matter how we try to avoid the issue, oral love is tightly woven into 
the fabric of sexual relationships. It is an integral part of sexual 
concern. Every human being has certain feelings of inadequacy. It is 
impossible to escape such misgivings in nearly everything we engage in, and 
particularly so in the field of sexuality. With the constant awareness of 
sex today, it is not unusual for man to have inner doubts about himself as a 
lover, or for a woman to brood over whether or not she is a worthy sex 
partner. 

The libido of an oral lover, either male or female, does not have to be 
hypersensitive or over-active. As a matter of fact, the sex drive may be 
well below par, nearly dormant in its demands. In this case the matter of 
oral love is nearly pathological, that is to say, a sexual-mental condition 
that may well have originated in childhood or even infancy, as in the case 
of Helen S. The actual complex problem cannot be definitely highlighted. To 
further confuse the facts, there are many medical minds that are not in 
complete agreement with one another. A limited few insist that preferred 
oral love borders on the pathological, while others maintain that orality 
arising from absolute necessity is more acceptable. Preference in this sense 
denotes desire, and desire in a human being means pleasure. Therefore, any 
human who wants oral love, and then enjoys it to the point of orgasm, cannot 
be considered other than normal. It is common sense to view it this way. 

Gary H. had no ordinary qualms about orality. He used the street jargon for 
vagina and penis, but a mixture of respect and boasting was discernible in 
his voice whenever he spoke of his particular fetish, that of orality. 

"When it comes to getting my share of pussy, I don't have to take a back 
seat to nobody. Like right now. I got me a doll that was all locked up, 
signed, sealed, and ready to be delivered to a real big man in this town. 
He's such a big shot, I don't even want to tell you his name. He's got more 
dough than Onassis and Jackie put together. He's gonna marry my special 
chick this July. But until he does, she's mine all the way. As a matter of 
fact, even after they tie the old knot, she's gonna belong to me. She keeps 
telling me it won't be that way, but even as she says it, she knows I'm in 
charge. No fifty-year-old geezer can take her from me if I don't want it 
that way. Dough or no dough. Really. 

"She's just a fucking kid. She admits to twenty-three, but I know she's 
trying to make herself seem older so the age difference between them won't 
be too much. I've eaten enough gash to know age just by taste. She's barely 
past twenty-one at the most! 

"The first time I saw Babs, she came in to get her car fixed. But make no 
mistake about it; this was not going to be the last time. I was all set in 
my own mind about that! She asked me how long it would take. 

"It'll be at least an hour, Miss." I was playing my role as service-station 
manager to the hilt. "It's not just your battery that's run down. You need a 
new generator." 

"Put one in," she said. 

"We will, Miss. But it takes a little time. Now, we can recharge your old 
battery, but I'd advise against it. A few more days and it'll conk out on 
you again." 

"How much will a new one cost?" She was budget-minded, which made me happy. 
Some of my best deals with the dollies came around when dough was involved. 

"Our top battery retails at twenty-two ninety-five," I said. "But you can 
charge it if you'd rather. That's really up to you, Miss." 

"Fine, fine." She was studying me pretty good, I was up to the test. I was 
wearing my best outfit. It was-the regular service-station uniform with the 
blue Levi's, the matching shirt with the insignia, and the neat bow tie. But 
as manager I went it a little better. I had my jeans cut specially to fit me 
like a glove. And I made sure the gals knew I was all man by slipping a nice 
hunk of Kotex into ray jockey shorts so that I had a good-sized bulge under 
my fly for the ladies to admire. You'd be surprised how important it is to 
the dollies to check out a guy around the crotch. I've had all the chances 
in the world to notice this. I don't care if it's just the high school babes 
who come by after classes for a Pepsi or some old broad who's got a dozen 
grandkids. Their eyes go to the old fly sooner or later. Cock and balls. 
It's in their blood. Any guy who doesn't know this is gonna miss out on lots 
of stuff that's just waiting to be had. 

"Babs had on a tight blouse with no bra. Now, lots of chicks don't wear the 
tit-huggers anymore, but with Babs it was something else. She has these 
love-jugs the size of a melon. And she's got nipples on the end you could 
fuck a guy in the ass with. They stuck out so sharp through her blouse I 
thought the points were gonna cut right through. I almost drooled thinking 
how those big nipples would fit into my mouth. 

"I just can't hang around here for an hour." Babs was frowning. But she 
still managed to let her eyes flick down to my crotch. I didn't need the 
Kotex to let her know what a big boy I was. I had that old feeling down 
there and my love stick was starting to take off. 

"I appreciate how you feel about that, Miss," I was the polite 
service-station manager all the way. "Look ... I have to run into the main 
part of town to pick up a few special parts. While the boys are fixing your 
car up, why don't you let me drive you along? It's a lot more fun than just 
loafing around here!" 

"I don't know-" She pretended to be hesitant. I knew better. She liked what 
she saw in me. She smelled gash-man by now. I don't mean I smell or 
anything. But a horny guy like me exudes a sort of sexy perfume that the 
cunts pick up right off. I didn't lose my advantage. I politely took her arm 
and steered her toward my pickup. She kind of balked a bit when she saw me 
holding the door of the truck for her. 

"What's this?" She scowled at the old buggy like she'd never seen one 
before. 

"It's a truck, Miss." I played dumb, then added with a wistful smile, "It's 
called a ... well, I hope you'll excuse the expression ... a pickup!" 

"We both chuckled over my joke. But I noticed a little spot of color in her 
cheeks. She was getting pretty fucking aware of my horny self, you can bet! 

"This isn't so bad at that," she nodded a short time later as I tooled the 
pickup toward town. 

"Lots of things aren't so bad once you get over your prejudices," I said. 

"Prejudices?" she asked. I knew she was studying me as I drove along. I 
could feel her eyes flicking clown to my crotch where the Kotex pad was 
getting awful crowded by my cock. I was building up a good head of steam. I 
didn't answer, and she pressed me for more info. "Prejudices like what, for 
instance?" 

"We're all hung up," I said. "Some of us are hung up on political things. 
Others got a religious kick going. And then, lots of people have funny ideas 
on one of the most important things of all." 

"What's that?" I let her prod a bit more. 

"Sex," I said, and left it dangling. 

"I think we're all getting better adjusted to it." She said it very softly. 

"I don't!" I again cut my talk short. 

"Now, I've got to admit one thing. I didn't really have anything definite in 
mind, as far as the way I was going to get to her-or into her, if you know 
what I mean. There wasn't any fucking strategy to my manner of going about 
as far as getting into a gal's panties went. I always played it by ear. You 
could practically call me an impromptu pussy-eater. 

"I learned a long time ago that it was best not to set out with some big 
deal all outlined to a t. It don't work. The minute a guy starts out that 
way he gets all screwed up-instead of getting the girl screwed. You can't 
really figure broads that close until you've got your tongue-or whatever-in 
them. Things change during a session. One second everything looks like it's 
going according to Hoyle, the next minute a big switch comes along. Little 
things fuck up a sure-fire deal every time. So, me? I just set my eyes on a 
good-looking cunt and start the old ball rolling. Then, let come what may. 
And, boy, when they come, do they come! 

"Now, of course, there are times when a ploy about sex like the one I used 
with Babs falls totally flat. Like the gal turns around and walks 
away-probably to the nearest ladies' room where she slides a couple of 
fingers up her cunt and rubs herself off thinking about what you might feel 
like inside her. Or she may slap you, or even tell you to go fuck yourself. 
With gals like that you can still get them eventually to spread their legs 
wide for you, but it will usually take much longer time-and probably more 
money. Which, really, makes it not worth the trouble. 

"Babs was up tight on my little hint at sex. She started probing and 
wondering just what I meant by people being all up in knots over love. She 
pointed out that all the magazines and movies were showing sex just the way 
it was in real life. 

"Not quite, Miss, not quite ... " I steered the old pickup through a cluster 
of cars at an intersection, and as I cut the wheel sharply, the move threw 
her against me. I could feel one of her titties against my arm and the old 
nipple was up nice and hard. 

"I think you're just talking," she said as I headed down the road with no 
traffic to interfere for the moment. "Lots of people say things with no 
facts to back up their claims." 

"I had her interest up good. I let her prod a bit more and then I started my 
spiel. It worked on gals in the past and I knew it would work with Babs, 
too. In no time at all, she was beginning to twitch and wiggle her little 
butt on the pickup seat. 

"All guys got a line of bullshit they throw at a broad when they think they 
got her on the run. Mine was maybe a little different, I guess, but I'm 
pretty sure other guys used something along the same path. 

"I like to get a chick hooked on the old sex talk. And make no mistake about 
it, they're all set for it when it comes. I think the fucking gash got cock 
on their minds from the time they get up to when they plunk the old ass into 
the sack at night! It's natural. Those great big tits jutting out on their 
frames ... that big, hot, hairy hole down between their thighs ... and that 
silky smooth ass ... How else could they feel, huh? 

"So, I played it by ear. And my ear done told me to forget all about the 
parts. At least, auto parts! So I took her to my 'fun-and-games' room at my 
house, but I told her it was my home shop to get her to come in. She 
wondered why we were stopping there, and I told her I had to pick up a small 
generator in the room which had been added on to the rear of my house. I 
invited Babs in to see my shop, and, boy, was she surprised. It was a 
regular sex room-with sauna bath and all. 

"I put a lot of thought into that floor plan. I figured it was a 
one-in-a-lifetime investment, so fuck the cost! I got me a book of those old 
scenes done back in Roman days when the fucking was easy. I got me a nice, 
broad-minded tile setter and told him to shoot the works. Boy, those old 
guys had the right idea. The pictures showed everything. Naked babes lying 
around with great big tits and snatches just waiting to be nibbled on. And 
while the gals were getting chewed out by the guys, they were taking care of 
things in their own way. They took the cocks in the mouth ... they sucked 
the guys' balls ... they clamped their rose-bud lips on the assholes ... 
armpits ... everywhere! And the guys were all eating pussy, too. And the 
ones who weren't eating puss were chewing at titties. And the asshole 
tonguers were hard at it, too. Everybody was chewing ... eating! 

"Babs acted like she was offended by the display of sex-play on the tile 
floor. They all did ... at first. But none of them could keep their fucking 
eyes off the action the tiles showed. 

"I played that tile part pretty smart. I had purposely selected scenes that 
were not too photographic. I'd chosen some good, old, time-worn 
representations that were fuzzy and ideal for mosaic reproduction. The 
subtle hinting at certain erotic actions were just perfect for getting the 
juices to start churning in the gals' snatches. Some of the cunts that I had 
up there had made some pretty fucking awkward moves trying to get a better 
look at the tiles. Like they'd purposely drop items on the floor--their 
purses, sunglasses, lipstick, one even dropped her panties, later though-so 
they could bend down to pick them up and thus get closer to the fascinating 
scenes I had laid out there, wishing, I bet, that they could be layed out 
there themselves right on the spot. And I used to frustrate the come out of 
them. I'd play the gallant gentleman but good. I'd pick up the fucking 
hairpin or curler, or purse-whatever the hell they dropped before they could 
get to it! I knew that the longer they were being built up, the better would 
the final payoff be between their legs ... 

"Another thing I wanna say about my floor and all the gals that've been on 
it-in more ways than one-is that none of them had ever offended by the sight 
of the erotic pictures on it. None of them had ever turned around on their 
heels and left. Oh, some had pretended great shock, but it was a put-on. 
They stayed, spread, humped, and got eaten but good. But the floor wasn't 
the only thing about my layout ... 

"The floor was this great setup of sixty-nine action and all. I had the 
walls of the place done in knotty pine. That's the greatest for steam rooms. 
It can breathe. Tile's good only for flooring. I know this is so because I 
checked it out with experts from Finland and those Scandinavian countries. 
Also, the tub was made of wood. You can get 'em tile or metal, but the real 
McCoy stuff is always wood. The closer to nature the better. 

"I had the guy who fixed up the wood walls and the tub make me this great 
rubbing table. It was seven feet long and five feet wide-bigger than a 
regular bed. And I had it set up on real strong legs. I knew I was going to 
go through a lot of humping and tossing with the chicks up there on top. I 
didn't want to come down some hectic session like old fucking humpty-dumpty 
or nothing! No, sir. You could put five hundred pounds on top of my table 
and jump up and down and sideways till your ass was blue, but you wouldn't 
have to worry about coming down on your noggin onto that hard tile floor. I 
gave it a lot of thought. Every fucking little detail of that old sauna-room 
was really worked out. I even had the little extra touch for those that 
liked that route-the switches. 

"You ever had a real Finnish sauna bath?" I put it to old Babs like that. 
She admitted she hadn't. She was sure having a hard time trying not to stare 
at the fun shown on my tile floor. I told her to slip behind the screen set 
up at one end for shy young ladies like herself and to undress. She started 
to argue, but her heart wasn't in it. She was ready, boy-believe me! I 
steered her right over to the screen and shoved her in back of it. 

"I really don't have time for this," she called out from behind the screen. 
But even as she was saying it, I could hear her getting out of that blouse 
and that skintight pair of slacks. I turned on the steam pipes high so 
they'd be working by the time she eased her ass from back of the screen. And 
I also wiggled out of my clothes and wrapped a big towel around my crotch. 
But that didn't help. My old cock was up ready for flag day. 

"I wish you could've seen the build on this doll. She wasn't big in the 
usual way. She wasn't exactly slim or nothing like that, but what was there 
was all gal! She had one of those cute, round bellies that just beg for a 
guy to run his tongue up her navel. Her tits were big, but not that moo-cow 
big. They were out there straight and proud, and even the towel couldn't 
hide those pointy nipples. And her hips filled out the covering around them 
just right, Man ... I got a real tongue-on just looking at her through that 
steam and all. I thought my old cock was gonna knife right through the towel 
I was wearing. 

"Okay, sugar," I whispered as I stationed her under one of the shower heads. 
"Start peeling," She hesitated so I yanked the towel off her and turned on 
the cold water. 

"A razor-sharp spray of water shot out in a long, thin, needlelike spray 
that struck that lovely nude cunt square on the back and shoulders. Man. I 
mean to tell you, she was one surprised, turned ons screaming chick right 
then. 

"Stop it!" she gasped as soon as the scream left her mouth. The ice-cold 
blast of water must've jolted her into near insensibility. She made a 
hopeless try to get out from under the jet of spray, but I seized her in my 
powerful arms and crushed her cold naked body against mine, rubbing my hard 
on against the crease of her soaking wet butt. She struggled with me until 
the towel fell off and revealed to her the state of my pussy-plower. 

"Of course, by then the initial shock of the change of temperature was over 
at this stage, too, and Babs must have found her body adjusting to the 
biting chill of the cascading spray and to the burrowing pressure of my 
cockhead against her ass. Her taut nerves began to relax a little and she 
lessened her struggles. But I took no chances. I kept my cock against her 
twitching behind. Then I moved my hands to her tits and began kneading them, 
twirling the cold-shrunken but hardened nipples between my fingers. I 
nibbled on her neck and earlobes, then jammed my tongue into her ear. There 
was no question that she knew what was coming-more or less, I mean, you 
know, I'm sure she figured that I was going to ram my whanger into her cunt 
and rub us off into oblivion. 

"I could feel the fucking heat coming from her silky skin under all that icy 
water. Me? I was used to the cold route and I could adjust easily. Matter of 
fact, I took ice-cold showers every morning just to keep in trim. 

"Anyway, I kept my old love-lock on Babs as I soaked up the heat from her 
smooth curves. I could feel that sweet little old belly against my own. And 
I could feel that big black thatch of pussy hair merging with my own fuzz. 
And let me tell you about those tits of hers. The nipples were up like two 
small bananas. They were jamming right into my rock-hard chest like hot 
spikes. I wanted her to shove them clear through me so they'd come out on 
the other side! 

"Okay, baby ... soak your little ass in here for a few minutes and see what 
it does for your temperature!" I told her. 

"The fucking goose bumps popped out all over her body, but she liked the 
soothing heat a hell of a lot more than she had the cold route. I moved up 
and into the hot water near her. The old hot water really did the trick. I 
could feel my own muscles relaxing under the penetrating warmth. Babs was 
still half dazed by all that had happened. But she was coming back to life. 
Her eyes were half-closed as she floated in the terrific heat. I eased a 
little closer to her and she wasn't afraid now. Not that she really had been 
at any time. The only shock she had was that ice-cold water hitting her 
naked ass. I floated closer and my mouth slipped down to her two big tits 
which were sticking up couple of hot volcanoes. I caught one of the hard 
nipples between my hungry lips and started kissing it. She made no move to 
stop me. They never did, once I got this far. I liked the taste of her 
nipples with the blazing hot water bathing them. I kissed and sucked and 
licked both of her titties in turn. I tongue-lashed them up even harder and 
higher. In a few moments I had them pointing to the roof just like a couple 
of surfacing subs. 

"I had plenty of time ahead to dive for the old clam. All I wanted at this 
point was to get her good and hot for the fun coming up. 

"I always played this part cool. I didn't rush to reach her beautiful ass. I 
had to hold back, but I forced myself. Too much hurrying spoiled everything 
at these times. Half the fun in the whole thing was the old buildup. That's 
where so many young guys lose out. I decided I'd give her a good massage. 

"Hell, I could hammer out sounds on a naked broad's ass that made you think 
a fucking tap dancer was at work on a hardwood floor! My next move was to 
stop the slapping for a few seconds and catch the neck and shoulder muscles 
in my fingers. Now, my hands are strong. I don't go in for that 
weight-lifting crap or anything, but I just happened to be blessed with 
powerful fingers. And all the exercise I gave 'em only helped to build 'em 
even better. But I didn't overdo the muscle bit. I dug my fingers in just 
far enough to reach the nerve centers hidden down under the old muscle 
layer. It almost pained the gal, but not really. Instead, that powerful 
pressure brought the same glow a broad would get out of a good swallow of 
French brandy. 

"I wanted the old sweat to start coming from the chick, and boy, you'd be 
surprised how much sweat a young chick can generate once she starts really 
unfolding. No guy ever could produce the sweet juice like a young babe. They 
don't have to be fat slobs, either. The slimmest broad can exude more love 
juice when she's warmed up than a guy could sip in a week. 

"Man, that was what it was all about. That sweat. Everything I was doing was 
geared to get the old sweet stuff pouring out of her smooth skin. This 
doll's body was starting to glow like a fucking red-hot poker by now, and I 
was up like a rod from just thinking of all the fun ahead. But I wasn't 
about to spoil the thrill just yet. This love business. Half of it is just 
building it all up. I don't go for this bit about getting the chick oiled up 
and then shoving the old pajolicker up into her to blow the load. That's 
defeating the whole fucking purpose. Anticipation ... that's my secret. 
That's why I got half the dollies in town drooling after me! 

"Anyway, I turned next to my willow switches. They were slightly thicker 
than a pencil and about three to four feet in length. The leaves were not 
all off the slim branches, and this was an added bonus for the dollies. 

"I smacked Babs across the cheeks of her lovely pink ass and it got results. 
She liked the easy, flicking blow, but she was up-tight about whipping. She 
lifted her head to stare at me in doubt." 

"Hey! What's with the whipping bit?" she asked. 

"Relax, sugar, relax." I shoved her head back down. "I'm not going to hurt 
you. This is just a body-toner to get the circulation flowing in your 
ever-lovin' young form!" 

"She eased up and I began a nice, steady beat with the switches across her 
neck and shoulders. The contact was just right. Not too hard, not too easy. 
It stung a little, sure, but not enough to be really painful. It was that 
exciting little snap that goes with fucking and the rest of it. I lowered 
the point, of contact each time I hit down. Every blow dropped lower and 
lower until the branches were flicking directly on her silky ass. This 
turned her on. I could see the luscious sweat drops building higher on her. 
The combo of whipping, nudity, steam, and hot, humid air in the room was 
taking effect. My banquet, table was almost ready for my hungry lips, 
tongue, and mouth. But I still had a way to go before I turned on the 
chomping. 

"I played my little whip-master role to perfection. I could smell the heady 
aura of her pussy flow as Babs picked up the thrilling beat of my switches. 
I played the slender sticks down all the way to her feet. Here, I picked up 
the tempo and the contact between skin and switch grew more positive. I 
lashed her toes, soles, and heels into rosy color and then slowly lashed my 
way back up along her rounded legs and her full thighs to concentrate on her 
lovely, rounded ass. 

"Dig it now, sweet?" I whispered huskily as I maintained my steady, 
caressing whipping action. 

"Don't stop ... ever!" Babs was panting from the lust that I had built into 
her body. 

"Say when." I was willing, but I was also ambitious. "Turn over on your 
back," I told her. 

"Babs complied and I halted my strokes briefly as she maneuvered into the 
position I requested. Her act caused her lovely, great jugs to jiggle 
entrancingly, and I drank in her naked beauty hungrily as I waited. My eyes 
rested in anticipation upon the huge thatch of pubic hair that protected her 
hot gash. 

"Hit me again, please." Babs was hot by now, man. "Harder this time ... " 

"I followed her "orders." I began the switching action once more. My blows 
were aimed at her taut boobs that begged for the contact. I deftly aimed the 
lashes at her huge, brown-tipped nipples, and every time the willow landed, 
flashing streaks of erotic excitement were created in the by-now panting 
Babs. The impact of the branches grew sharper as the tips landed on her 
sensitized tits, but the sound was even more exciting. Babs closed her eyes 
ever tighter as I began deliberately lashing my path down toward her blazing 
loins. 

"Harder, harder, harder," Babs pleaded in gasping little cries without 
opening her eyes. 

"When I saw her all built up like that, it got to me, too. I cooled the 
switching bit. I don't dig too much of it. Just enough to get my gash all 
set for the final curtain, that's all. 

"I put aside the switches and began kissing her inflamed nipples and sucking 
the hot sweat that flowed from under the heavy folds at the base. I licked, 
tongued, sucked, and chewed at the entire breast area, then eased off to her 
armpits where there was an even richer flow of hot sweat. Hungrily, I lapped 
it all up and then guided my face down toward her navel. 

"I didn't drop my mouth right down to her cunt at this stage. She expected 
it, but that was my little trick. I lightly skipped over the old twat-hole 
and started licking at her inner thighs and down to her knees and calves. I 
worked all the way to her toes where I kissed and sucked on each one. Then, 
I slowly started the return journey back up. I took my sweet time. She was 
dripping wet with hot sweat and that was the name of the game with me. I 
could live on that sweet stuff if I had to. Too bad it doesn't have the 
vitamins and crap that regular food has. My grocery bill would be cut to 
zero, believe me! 

"So I focused my mouth directly upon her gash. I lapped and kissed at her 
outer area until Babs nearly passed out from the exciting play. I let my 
tongue tickle her clitoris into a frenzy, and she was soon thrashing in 
uncontrollable lust. 

"Okay," I gasped, lifting myself from the heavenly cradle of her loins. "Sit 
on my fucking face, baby!" 

"Quickly, I positioned myself alongside the girl on my back. She eagerly 
squatted over my face and her dripping wet pussy engulfed my mouth. 
Instantly, my long, hot tongue began darting far up into her body to arouse 
the flow even more. Her womanly liquids began creaming my entire face as I 
fanned her into near-hysteria by my excruciatingly penetrating tongue. I 
hungrily swallowed her milky offerings and, just as she began her tremendous 
orgasm, I pulled her hand to my enormous penis so that she could jack me off 
as she experienced her massive climaxes." 

Gary H. followed pretty much the same pattern in his sexual behavior. He 
varied his approach, depending upon the target in sight, but, once he had 
the girl aroused and ready for his orality, he conducted his campaign to 
ultimate orgasm in a prescribed fashion. It invariably concluded in the same 
way: the girl sitting on his face while he performed cunnilingus. This way, 
with the hot steam swirling around them, the sweat rolled down her body, 
bathing him in its salty deliciousness. While this was happening, he either 
masturbated himself or had the girl reach down and around to masturbate him. 

He was quite happy with his life and wasn't confused about what he would 
continue to do or why he did it. His revelations proved that he felt oral 
sex was fun and he wanted to get as much of a piece of the action as 
possible for as long as it pleased him. His firm belief was that there 
simply was nothing wrong with his obsession concerning the all-out flow of 
female perspiration and his ravenous taste for it. 

Right or wrong, it is an attitude as valid as many others today, possibly 
more than the views many other human beings adopt toward sexuality where 
guilt complexes make it impossible for them to enjoy sexual relationships 
-even in the sanctity of marriage. 

It is quite enough to accept his theories on face value and consider his 
views to be those of a handsome young man "doing his thing his own way," and 
gaining joy from it all. 

Gary's views were simple, but basic: He revealed that he felt we should all 
be free to love and gain sexual release as we pleased, as the moment suited 
us, as our sexual drives demanded. 

CHAPTER Three: Lip Service 

"Brenda and I had been out with a couple of guys that night. We found them 
to be drips. We begged off early and sent them on their way home. We were in 
Brenda's apartment putting down guys and telling each other that no date at 
all was better than a date with some jerk. 

"Somehow, we were both sitting closer on the divan, not touching but near 
enough to do it if we wished. That's when I realized two important things. 
First, that I wanted to hold Brenda's lovely, young body in my arms, and 
secondly, that I was going to. I sensed right there that we were going to 
make love that night. 

"I made the first pass. I reached out and touched her hand lightly as she 
rested it on her knee. She was wearing a short skirt and it revealed lots of 
smooth thigh. Brenda was built beautifully. Slender, but with full tits and 
nice long legs that were designed to wrap around a girl's face. I noticed 
she trembled when my fingers trailed along her hand and I moved them on up 
to her arm. 

"Sharon-" She was starting to say something as I moved my hand right up 
toward her cute tits. I couldn't help myself then. I pulled her lovely body 
up against mine. She stiffened but didn't fight back. She was poised, for a 
nineteen-year-old chick. We stared into each other's eyes for a second and 
then our lips locked in our first kiss. In two seconds the kiss developed 
into the French style. Our tongues flicked back and forth and we both turned 
on big. 

"Your lips, Sharon," Brenda broke the contact, "they're so different from a 
man's!" 

"I know." I found the words coming out huskily. "And your lips are something 
else! They're so soft and warm." I pressed my mouth down hard on hers again 
and then I really let my hands rove as I French-kissed with new passion. 

"I was the aggressor, which was only right. I was three years older, and in 
mental ways I'd say I was even further ahead of Brenda. She was a lovely 
girl but not overloaded with mentality, if you follow. Anyway, I started 
squeezing her beautiful tits and slowly forced her back onto the divan. Then 
I got on top as I kept running my hands all over her frame. All the time 
this was going on, I kept shooting my hot tongue in and out of her mouth, 
and she kept taking it. Finally, I knew I had her ready. 

"This is too much, Brenda!" I pulled up and away. "Let's get undressed!" 

"She wasn't about to argue. She stripped down to the buff in about ten 
seconds fast. I didn't let my eyes take in too much of her lovely young form 
until I was naked. Then, I turned to drink it all in. I had to gasp for 
breath at the sight. I'd seen lots of sharp girls, but Brenda had to be the 
greatest. She had a voluptuous body that you'd never expect when you saw her 
in clothes. I couldn't quite believe those creamy, symmetrical curves. In 
dress, she looked slim. But once the fabric was removed, the rich flow of 
womanhood seemed to expand. 

"She stood proud and lovely for my gaze. I was pleased to note that her own 
eyes were roving up and down my body. Now, I couldn't compare to her. But I 
wasn't too bad, either. Even though I've got rather broad shoulders and 
fairly flat hips, I'm still womanly in appearance. My tits are nice and high 
and my ass doesn't have that rock-hard look so many girls of my type are 
affected with. One difference between Brenda and me, though, sort of 
startled me. She had the thickest, bushiest crop of pubic hair I ever saw. I 
could lose my whole face in that thatch with little effort. I was amazed how 
all that hair turned me on. 

"I moved swiftly up and practically threw my body at her. We embraced hard 
and I clamped her so tightly to me that she could hardly breathe. I pulled 
her down to the thick rug instead of the divan this time and she didn't 
protest. Even if she had wanted to, it wouldn't have done her much good. My 
mouth was all over her-kissing her on the lips, ears, neck, and tits. I 
hungrily took one of her nipples in my mouth and began gently nibbling. She 
cried out so loud that I was worried the tenants next door might hear her. 
But I didn't stop. I began sucking her entire breast into my oral cavity. I 
pressed down so hard as I did this that she had the full impression of my 
chin and teeth against her. 

"I had lower aims than just her tits, though. I wanted the goodness of that 
big, bushy crotch. I began dropping my mouth lower down along her smooth 
belly. I licked and sucked like mad as I aimed for the navel. Once I found 
it, I began flicking my tongue in and out just the way a guy would shoot his 
prick into a pussy. 

"Brenda spread her thighs wide. She knew what was coming her way next. I 
headed down lower. My hot tongue was licking little designs on her silky 
thigh just inches short of that big forest which was exuding heat like a 
blast furnace. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck," Brenda was gasping the words out as 
she wiggled her hips trying to induce me to stop teasing and put my tongue 
where she wanted it the most. But I skillfully avoided this contact. I 
wanted to build her higher before that great moment came. 

"Then, with a swift lunge, my thick tongue was wedging between the outer 
lips of her cunt, probing, thrusting, moving in and out and around. Brenda 
was prepared in one way, I know, but in another way, she really wasn't quite 
ready for what I was giving her. She reached down and caught the back of my 
head to try to draw me even further up into her blazing hole. 

"I cooperated fully. I pushed my face harder up into her crotch. The big 
bush of hair was tickling my nostrils and cheeks, and that only sent me 
higher. Brenda threw her lovely, creamy thighs wider apart-as far as they 
would go, nearly perpendicular to her body. I had the thrilling feel that if 
she spread far enough, I might get my whole head up inside her blazing 
snatch. I was so excited by it all that the whole room seemed to be spinning 
as I kept eating away at Brenda's womanhood. 

"Then, I realized that my demanding lips and tongue were taking their toll. 
Brenda started climaxing. But this was no ordinary orgasm. She reached a 
high peak and seemed to stay there. Really. I don't know if it was what 
you'd call a multiple climax or what. Probably it was. A lot of images came 
to my mind as her fiery juices laved my face and mouth: ecstasy, joy, 
pleasure, lust,, desire, heaven ... but all were inadequate to describe what 
was taking place inside me and my lovely young partner, Brenda. 

"The smoothness of her young buttocks became more apparent to me as her 
crotch opened wider and wider to assimilate my orality. I also found my 
nostrils were being absorbed by another thrilling area. Brenda's anal 
opening was responding to the erotic thrill of my lashing tongue within her 
vagina and suddenly, I had the ecstatic joy of discovering my nose sucked up 
into the heady wonders of Brenda's asshole. I almost smothered under the 
confining influence of the huge, hot, wet vagina and demanding ass. But I 
was all the more aroused by the double treat. I began alternating my tongue 
from pussy to ass. 

"I had no idea a young girl could emit as much 'come' as Brenda was 
showering upon my face. She creamed all the time I was eating her out and as 
she underwent one orgasm after the other. I finally wanted some of what I 
was giving her. I pulled up and got around on top of her with my own snatch 
on her face. She was ready for me. And now, we were in the old, established 
sixty-nine position of legend. I found my own tongue and licking action grew 
even more vicious as Brenda's lips and suction began pulling at my pussy. 
Our thighs constricted as we lapped, sucked, licked, bit, chewed, tongued, 
and kissed each other's pussy. Long after we had soaked up every possible 
bit of moisture from our blazing cavities, we just lay with our faces still 
buried in the hairy holes of each other-simply inhaling the wonderful aroma 
of hot cunt. I'll never forget that experience if I live to be a thousand 
... " 

Sharon L. was just two years under thirty when she first visited a 
psychiatrist to relate her own personal history. She earned a 
better-than-average living as buyer for a large department store and, on the 
surface, had everything any young woman could want. Except a husband. But 
Sharon didn't particularly want a man, not even as a lover. 

Instead, Sharon had made a considerable study into another field of human 
contact. She had researched the area of lesbianism thoroughly and knew 
aspects of it that even a trained sexologist would have found difficult to 
attain. And she derived great pleasure in proving that many, many thousands 
of women before her had gained their greatest sexual release with others of 
the same sex. 

Surveys have indicated that one out of five women in the United States has 
had deliberate and conscious relations with at least one other woman. One 
expert estimated that one woman of every fifteen is an active, practicing 
lesbian, a figure that becomes even more surprising when we consider that 
this also includes women who are married to a male. 

The lesbian's history, like the nymphomaniac's, usually reveals a missing or 
totally inadequate father. The difference in their case histories seems to 
be the mother. Typically, the lesbian's mother was too much in the picture. 
She was overly dominant, overly protective, overly critical, overly jealous, 
and, simply, "overly" everything. 

This was not so in Sharon's case. Her mother and father seemed to be very 
average. They permitted their attractive daughter no more nor no less than 
most families. Sharon, herself, had reasons for her pursuit of other women. 

She claimed that the thought of male dominance was too traumatic for her and 
that she couldn't gain a true enjoyment of the sex act in a heterosexual 
pattern. 

The real reason for her particular deviation came to light in the final 
analysis: Sharon preferred young girls. She liked to mouth their 
extremities. The delicate shape of fingers, the sweetness of toes with their 
painted nails, the erotic feel of a stiffened nipple, the tenderness of a 
pierced earlobe, and the young smoothness of buttocks and anal entry-all 
these areas were the targets of Sharon's seeking mouth. All this was brought 
out as she unfolded the account of her relationship with Eva M. 

"I almost forgot about all other young girls a short while ago. And for me 
that really meant something. Young girls turned me on like crazy. And they 
knew it. You'd be surprised how many so called 'sweet young things' paraded 
their charms before me to get things rolling. I had a steady parade of 
beautiful, youthful sex partners-one of them was thirteen, but I found that 
the more developed ones were more satisfying. 

"When a girl's too young, she lacks tits and that lovely fullness down 
around the crotch that a dedicated lesbian like myself needs. Oh, I grant 
you, there's a certain freshness about a girl who's just coming into 
womanhood, but that still doesn't compensate for the heady delights of a 
voluptuous pair of tits and a fiery furnace between the legs. No, I like "em 
young, ail right, but that 'youth' means something closer to voting age! 

"Lots of girls had charged me up in the past, as I said, but none like Eva, 
She had been hired for the house wares department and wasn't a day over 
seventeen, which was unusual in our store-at least for this time of the 
year. Normally, the only really young girls who were hired came on around 
the holidays or summer vacation. And this was the fall season. There had to 
be a reason, which I soon found out by a discreet check of the records down 
in the employment office. Eva, it developed, had only been married a few 
months. Her husband, Ricky, was a premed student and was attending the 
university just outside town. He was working his way partly by filling in 
nights at a gas station, but that still wasn't enough. Which is why Eva was 
dangled before my hungry eyes. 

"And I began a systematic campaign to seduce the beautiful young girl. 
First, I arranged a chance meeting in the cafeteria, and then I conducted a 
very thorough strategy to bring things around to the stage for action. 

"You remind me so terribly much of my young sister back home in Indiana," I 
told Eva as we shared lunch together. 

"Indiana!" Eva almost choked. "Why, that's where Ricky's from! He was born 
and raised there. He starred in football at Fort Wayne and that's how he got 
his football scholarship here at the university!" 

"He certainly must have been a great player to have them bring him clear 
across the country to play for the university," I said. What I didn't say 
was that I had no sister in Indiana-or anyplace else. I knew from research 
at the employment office in the store precisely why Eva and Ricky were 
living where they were. And the records were just full enough to reveal 
little details such as the background of the store employee's family. Like 
so many establishments that offer little in salary or career, the store was 
inordinately fussy about its workers and insisted on far more background 
details than were really necessary. But it was all to my good in cases such 
as Eva's. I needed the ammunition to wage a comprehensive campaign of 
seduction. 

"I invited Eva and Ricky over whenever it was feasible. Due to his schedule 
of classes and work at the service station, it wasn't too simple. But I had 
to play it cool until things were more advanced. 

"Like an art collector who goes through life-picking up fine works of art 
that appeal to him, then suddenly sees one painting or piece of statuary 
that strikes him just right-that's the way it is with me. He develops a 
grand passion for the one item that occupies his every waking hour. He 
pursues it relentlessly and isn't satisfied until he attains the goal. He 
will do anything to bring him nearer to what he seeks. Only I collect 
beautiful, young girls. Or, if you prefer the street jargon, I collect 
beautiful, young cunt! 

"If my comparison between the female vagina and a work of art is baffling, 
it shouldn't be. Some people look at an Andrew Wyeth painting and find great 
beauty in it. Others turn to harsher and cruder representations, such as 
Andy Warhol and Picasso produce for their gratification in artistic 
expression. Some lesbians find great reward in a woman's breast. The rich, 
smooth curves please their sense of design and form. I enjoy a good pair of 
breasts myself, but that still doesn't answer my real need. I find my own 
particular delight in something more earthy. The crotch. There is true 
beauty as far as I'm concerned. The rich hair that surrounds the vaginal 
entry. The luscious folds of the vagina itself. The subtle and inspiring 
shades of color that go into the entire structure of the female sexual 
base-those heady reds, purples, and browns of the vagina lips ... That is 
what I call sheer poetry in flesh! No painting has ever been created that 
can even start to match the exciting flow of color and design to be found in 
a young girl's cunt! 

"The other part of a young girl that turns me on is her rectum. I love the 
anal portion almost as much as I do the cunt. There's been too much scorn in 
the past about the anal area. Perhaps, because it's associated with 
defecation and "unclean" things. Well, crap! An asshole is one of the 
loveliest parts of a girl's body. There's a certain simple beauty about it 
that can't be denied. The rich, dark browns around the opening; they vary in 
tone from burnt sienna to milk chocolate. And the sensitive folds of the 
skin leading into the anal tract. They remind me of a lovely ravine in some 
secluded glade ... 

"But, getting back to my seduction of Eva. There was this annual all-star 
game played in the Hula Bowl at Honolulu. Ricky had earned the right to 
represent his university and this meant an all-paid tour of ten days for the 
great spectacle. The expenses did not include the wives of the players, 
which meant that Eva would have to see the game over television rather than 
in person. 

"I set the stage beautifully for my seduction of Eva. The first weekend of 
Ricky's absence, I cornered Eva and invited her to spend the entire Saturday 
and Sunday at my place. I smoothly glossed over the doubts she might have 
had by maintaining that I felt uneasy about her being all alone in their 
apartment with Ricky away. 

"You're a very lovely young lady, Eva," I praised, "and there are too many 
eager men around lately just waiting for a chance at some unprotected young 
thing like you. No, I'd feel a whole lot better about Ricky's absence if I 
knew you were absolutely in no danger ... " 

"I didn't let her suspect that the greatest danger to her happily married 
household was my eager hot tongue and ravenous lips. She'd find out all 
about that in short order once I had her under my roof, believe me! 

"Eva fell for the story I gave her. There had been a series of 'peeping Tom' 
forays in the area and all this led to her acceptance of the offer. 

"I was so emotionally stirred about the mere idea of having that luscious 
young thing alone with me in my place that I couldn't think of another 
thing. I didn't even crave pussy from my regular partners. I wanted to save 
my best efforts for the ravishingly lovely Eva. I hadn't seen her with her 
clothes off, but I could already envision what she would look like. She had 
the full, smooth legs I liked in my girls. Not one fraction of an inch too 
heavy. And the exciting way her thighs flowed into her firm buttocks. Even 
the rather conservative skirts she wore couldn't quite conceal the rich 
curve of anal loveliness hidden beneath the fabric. The era of the miniskirt 
was over but we still had the good sense not to completely disguise our 
girls' legs with too much skirt length. So, I had a fairly reasonable idea 
of what Eva's crotch was going to be like when I got down to it. And get 
down to it, I was most assuredly going to do! Once I set my sights on a 
young girl, I never missed. Eva was in the bag and I knew it. All I had to 
be careful of at this point was to not let her become aware of my supreme 
confidence. That just could scare off a loyal young wife! 

"I had taken elaborate preparations otherwise. I had the house spotlessly 
clean when Eva arrived. 

"I let Eva drink in the charm of my place while I drank in her own appeal. I 
showed her to the guest room I kept for special visitors such as herself. It 
was Friday evening and I had warned her not to dine until later. I was 
prepared to serve a very rewarding dinner in return for the appetizing dish 
I was going to enjoy shortly after. 

"While Eva freshened up and changed into something more fitting for the 
occasion, I took advantage of the interlude to slip into more comfortable 
garb, I selected a costume I had used with signal success in other 
seductions. 

"It was none of this "bull-dyke" stuff for me, I knew what my strong points 
were and I capitalized on them. I stripped nude and then donned a Japanese 
kimono of very thin silk. I cinched it in tightly around my waist, creating 
the illusion of an extremely narrow waist. But the best part of the kimono 
was that it accented my breasts. My breasts aren't big, but they stand up 
and ask to be counted. And I have good nipples which never fail to erect up 
nice and hard when they contact smooth, thin material. A minor fetish, I 
guess. Not one solitary stitch else except for a pair of embroidered 
sandals. I checked my appearance in the full-length mirror and it was 
rewarding. I could see my sensuously curved belly under the robe. It lent me 
a tremendously sexy look. I started getting hot just studying my own 
reflection. I was close to my target and I knew it with unerring instinct, 
an instinct that had rarely been wrong! I got so enraptured. I barely had 
time to beat my guest out to the living room. 

"I called through the closed door to instruct my visitor to be sure to 
change into something truly informal and relaxing. I tossed one remark off 
casually that meant more than Eva suspected. 

"We're just folks here, Eva! Why don't you skip panty-hose and shoes. Walk 
around in your bare feet. It'll help relax you!" 

"Eva called back an agreement and that stirred me even more. I loved my 
young girls when they revealed their pretty feet. The sweetness of their 
shapely toes turned me on with great desire. Now, another important step was 
undertaken. The preparation of the drink to be served. 

"I had made a study of alcohol's effects on people. I learned that the male 
reacted differently to alcohol. One or two drinks aroused the man. But when 
he had more, he reacted negatively. He actually lost his sexual potency. But 
it wasn't that way with girls. And especially young girls. They got more 
charged up with the extra drinks. I had mastered the art of mixing one drink 
that knocked my young lovers right off their feet. I purchased the finest 
vodka I could buy. Cheaper grades didn't work as well because they revealed 
their presence by a slightly bitter aftertaste. The next step was to pour a 
small water glass nearly full of the good vodka. This usually meant a 
minimum of four ounces. That's the equivalent of two full bar glasses ... 
or, in other words, two shots. Then, I carefully poured a little pear-juice 
on top of the vodka to disguise the potent liquor. The pear-juice had to be 
ice cold or it lacked the protective coating I wanted. This was a perfect 
drink for my purposes. The double vodka was potent enough to lower any young 
girl's resistance, yet she was completely unaware that her system was taking 
in such a copious draught because the icy, bland pear-juice thoroughly hid 
the potent vodka taste. 

"I nearly forgot my drink preparation when I had my first good glimpse of 
the lovely young Eva as she reappeared after making her change. Her fresh 
young loveliness aroused me more than any single conquest to that date. 

"I almost dropped the drinks I had prepared in the kitchen when I brought 
them out just as Eva came into view. I've seen lots of lovely young girls, 
but Eva was the greatest. She had let her lovely hair down and it cascaded 
around her shoulders in a beautiful flow of color and motion. When I had 
told her to go informal, she really took me up. She was wearing an outfit I 
had never seen before. It was of pale blue and looked like a Russian cossack 
blouse. Something told me she wasn't wearing panties under it and that 
turned me on sky-high. I could tell she had no bra on under it, either, by 
the way her nipples cut through the thin material. 

"I found myself choking up at sight of Eva in her revealing wear. Her legs 
looked great in pantyhose and pumps, but when she bared them, they looked 
even more exciting. The feet of a pretty girl always fascinated me. The girl 
may be slender, but she always has nice, wide feet. Her toes are invariably 
spaced to reveal the smooth skin between them. They never have that cramped 
look that even the most outdoorsy type of male has. Maybe it's the heavy 
shoes that men wear, I don't know. But nine times out of ten a girl has 
wider feet than her husky male partner! And Eve had the most 
luscious-looking legs I've ever seen in all my life to match those lovely 
feet. And her thighs! I almost choked as I saw that smooth creamy flesh 
flashing from under her Russian blouse. My tongue seemed to thicken with 
anticipation at the mere thought of flicking up into that heavenly valley of 
young softness. 

"What kind of drink is this?" Eva studied the glass I offered her. I was 
careful that she got the glass with the double dosage of vodka. My own was 
mostly pear-juice with just the hint of vodka to make it seem the same as 
hers. The coloring of the pear juice completely disguised the potency of 
Eva's glass. 

"It's just a very different mix that I made up," I said in all truth. I'm 
reasonably sure no one ever served the unbalanced combination just as I did. 
"Try it, Eva. It does wonders for the nerves!" 

"Eva sipped gingerly at it. She liked the smooth taste of the icy blend. The 
vodka was so covered by the bland pear juice that she was hardly aware of 
any alcohol whatsoever. 

"My, this is good!" She sipped more liberally. I pretended not to be 
watching as closely as I was. I knew she had only to drink down 
three-quarters of it and she would be fairly well stimulated. Past 
experience had proven that even expert drinkers reacted quickly to the 
potent vodka. That's why I stressed only the top quality. It did the trick. 

"I had to fight to keep my hands off her as we sat close to one another on 
the divan. I concentrated on my harmless glass of diluted vodka to get my 
mind off more thrilling matters ... such as my darting tongue far up into 
that beautiful young girl's vagina. 

"In remarkably short order, we had both finished our drinks. Eva was 
reacting just as I knew she would. Her color had risen considerably and she 
had drawn her legs up under her. This did wonderful things for her thighs. I 
could see flashes of her smooth buttocks and my instinct had been right. She 
was not wearing panties under the blouse! I could feel the tremendous heat 
generating in my loins as I savored this fact. 

"How about one more before dinner?" I took her glass and got up to fill it. 
Eva demurred on the grounds that she never drank much. I scoffed at this 
argument. I told her that such a mild drink as the one she was enjoying 
wasn't really a drink at all. She agreed. She stated that she had been 
unable to even detect any alcohol taste at all. 

"I swiftly prepared the drinks in the kitchen after warning her to just stay 
as she was. I didn't want her spying in to see just how much vodka actually 
went into her glass. I was too close to success now to mess things up. My 
heart was beating like a trip-hammer as I hurried back to her with the 
glasses. 

"I gave her the drink and sat down near her. This time I was close when I 
started our drinking. I held up my glass of pear juice. 

"To our continued happiness in this wonderful friendship!" She tipped her 
glass against mine and then sipped liberally from the potent fluid. I knew 
she was well under the influence by now but every added drop was just that 
much more security in the project ahead. We sipped at the drinks as we 
chatted quietly together. I stole glances at her exciting thighs and crotch 
whenever I could. But I played that part down. If she caught me spying too 
hungrily at the goodies down there, I would be in jeopardy. Certainly, it 
would slow the actual seduction down. Even an alcohol-laden girl gets up 
tight at too obvious a pass! 

"In much shorter order now, the last drops went down into Eva's gullet. She 
was really turned up good. Her cheeks were bright red and her eyes glowed 
from the stimulus of the vodka she had imbibed. I noticed her breasts were 
jamming up nice and tight against the thin blouse as she took deep breaths 
between sentences. Eva was clearly not used to drinking, and the four full 
shots of vodka had hit her like a sledgehammer. She had lost a great deal of 
her initial shyness at this point and I was now ready for my kill. 

"My, I feel so woozy." Eva was fighting to keep her eyes steady. I had moved 
closer and our thighs were now touching. I knew the heat from my body was 
intense and I also knew that it made its imprint on my young lover. I pulled 
Eva's head to my shoulder and dropped my hand on her knee at the same time. 
She stiffened momentarily at this sudden contact, the first between us. 

"Relax for a minute." I held her firmly against me. I was drooling at the 
mouth, I was so aroused by her fresh young sweetness. I lifted her face and 
studied her features a moment. Then, slowly, with infinite deliberateness, I 
put my lips onto hers. Again, she realized she was headed for deep water and 
she tried to resist-but I was not stopping at this stage. I fastened my lips 
tighter against hers, and now my long, hot, wet tongue wedged between her 
lips and teeth. I shot it down into her throat as far as it would go. Past 
experience had shown me that a positive, fierce approach lowered all 
resistance in types like Eva. I was correct. She gasped and made a token 
struggle to get away, but I was affixed to her open mouth with my own and I 
began plunging my huge tongue in and out of her oral cavity in perfect 
mimicry of the sex act between male and female. But no male ever could match 
my punishing tongue! 

"Meanwhile, my roving hand had long left her knee. I was rubbing it upward 
in smooth caressing strokes along the path of her silky inner thigh. I eased 
up closer and closer to the promised land and then I felt the first faint 
fuzz of her sweet crotch. She gasped as my roving fingers felt her slightly 
engorged organs. Eva was now fully aware of me as her lover. She was lost. 
She knew it and I knew it. I now used another tactic that sped things up. I 
released her lips from mine, and whispered into her ear. "I'm going to kiss 
you, angel." 

"But ... but you've already done that!" Eva had trouble getting her words 
out, partly because of the big dosage of vodka I had gotten into her and 
partly because of my overpowering sexuality. 

"Only on your sweet lips, sweetheart." I purposely let my hot breath fan her 
into further excitement. My finger was slipping in and then-back out as her 
sexual lubrication grew greater. I suddenly plunged my finger as far up into 
her hot wet cunt as it would go. "Here's where I want my mouth!" 

"She didn't bother to answer. She simply slumped back so I could get at her. 
Her bare, smooth buttocks were resting on the divan's edge and she had her 
left leg raised in a most inviting fashion. I swiftly dropped to my knees 
and positioned myself between her legs. I stared in reverence at her lovely 
crotch. It was so hot, it was nearly smoking. Great beads of love juice were 
building all around the apex and even her silky pubic hairs were glistening 
from her flow of erotic expression. 

"I love you, Sharon, I love you!" Eva was lost at this point. She was 
gasping the words out so that I had trouble understanding her speech. But 
even if I had failed to pick up one solitary word, her beautiful cunt told 
me clearly how she felt. I didn't waste time on words. I raised up her 
creamy thighs and placed one over each of my shoulders. Then, with my strong 
hands under her lovely buttocks, I slowly and lovingly raised her pelvic 
area up to my eager, lips so I could fasten my mouth onto her receptive 
cunt. I let the contact be merely a whisper. My lips barely brushed the 
sensitive folds of her wide-open vagina. Then, I tantalized her into near 
madness by darting my tongue-tip out and flicking the quivering flesh around 
her big hole. 

"Fuck me! Do you hear? Fuck me!" Eva, my precious little bit of primness, 
was reacting like a hardened whore as I taunted her with my elusive 
tongue-action. She clamped her thighs tightly around my head to pull me 
further up inside her blazing tunnel of love. I was surprised at the great 
strength in her loins. For a slim, young wisp of a girl, she displayed 
constricting powers that would have done an anaconda justice. I let my mind 
dwell on the erotic scene of a great snake engulfing me in its constricting 
folds. Then, I got down to more realistic things. I basked in the tastes and 
smells of her most vital parts. She was simply pouring sexual lubrication 
forth as my tongue began shooting into her body in great, driving thrusts. 

"My God, Sharon! You're killing me ... killing me!" Eva alternated screams, 
sobs, and whimpers with wild cries of lust. But these merely heightened my 
desire. 

"I knew I was ready for my fun-part at this point. But I wanted to build 
little Eva up just a bit more. That's when I turned to my teeth. I probed 
until I found her clitoris and then I got the exciting little button between 
my pearly molars. I didn't bite too hard-just hard enough. I performed a 
sort of quivering, vibrating bit of nibbling on her vital zone that almost 
drove her mad. She reached her hands down to my hair and tangled her fingers 
deep into my strands. As she gasped and sobbed her passion, she pulled 
harder and harder, as though wanting to draw me all the way up into her 
steaming crotch. 

"Don't ever stop! Never! Never!" As if from miles away I could hear Eva's 
desperate pleas. I was just about to ease up on her vaginal area because I 
had my own thing to fulfill, but I decided to play her a little longer 
before I got down to brass tacks. I now darted my tongue around her clit in 
swift, exciting circles. I meanwhile took advantage of her renewed sexual 
outpourings to suck up as much moisture as I could between the tonguings. I 
kept up this exciting treatment on her until I felt her crotch wedging even 
harder to encompass my seeking orality. She squirmed and groaned, and I felt 
her body stiffening for an enormous orgasm. That was my cue to withdraw. I 
pulled free of her mighty thighs despite her best attempts to keep my face 
up her vagina. As if in a haze, she blinked her eyes open to wonder why I 
was retreating. I put her straight in a hurry. 

"You've had your fun, honey, now it's my turn ... " 

"You ... you want me to kiss your ... your thing?" Eva was speaking as if in 
a dream. But she was up to her fullest heights and she would have eaten any 
part of me that I wanted, I knew. 

"No, sweet, no ... " I patted her tenderly on her little round belly. "You 
just lay still and let me handle matters. Only one thing is necessary ... " 
I began tugging her blouse up and over her head. "I want my lunch right out 
in the open with no encumbrances." 

"I almost passed out when I saw her completely naked. Her lovely young tits 
were up hard and full and the nipples were engorged with passion. I've never 
seen a more exciting body in my whole life. Her waist was almost too 
slender-but not quite. And her hips! They curved out in that' sweet 
roundness that denotes womanhood in its highest state. And I knew what a 
wonderfully fragrant and sweet anal hole awaited my eager lips. 

"Would you do me one favor before you-well, start?" Eva was really up high. 
Her mouth was open and she was breathing in great gasps. I nodded. I was 
ready for any and all offers from her. "Would you take off your kimono so I 
can enjoy your body, too?" 

"I was happy to oblige. I uncinched the tight sash that held the thin silken 
robe to my waist. Then, I postured and posed for her. I knew my own tits 
were up high and hard. I could feel the erect nipples biting the air. And 
then I lifted my arms up so my shoulders were revealed in their full 
strength. At this stage I was playing the male role and I knew that would 
stir my little lover tremendously. I felt her eyes roving over my broad 
shoulders, my deep chest and smooth hips. I knew her gaze was riveted to my 
huge forest of pubic hair and I regretted I had no great penis to jam into 
her mouth and other apertures. But I never cared for the dildoe bit. I had 
all the dildoe I needed in my massive and dynamic tongue. Slowly, I let my 
huge tongue slip out and I circled my nose with the end of it. Then I ran it 
under my chin to let little Eva know just what lay ahead for her. 

"My God," she gasped at the sight of my tremendous tongue. "You mean you put 
all of that up into me?" 

"You know it, doll," I smiled, "And you haven't even felt the full influence 
of it yet ..." 

"I dropped to my knees and moved to take her. Quickly, she lay back with her 
thighs spread. Eva had forgotten all about her husband. All she wanted was 
my demanding oral powers. I knew even at this stage that I had replaced her 
mate forever in her heart. I had taken the love of too many other young 
married women not to recognize the all-out symptoms of sheer lust. 

"But I didn't avail myself of the heady delights offered me by Eva's 
receptive crotch. At least, not immediately. I concentrated on my partner's 
toes first. I sampled the exciting sweetness of her pretty feet and painted 
nails. With infinite tenderness I sucked each toe up into my ravenous mouth 
and ran my mighty tongue around the luscious skin, After' savoring the 
goodness of each toe in turn, I moved upward to lick, suck, and nibble at 
the ankles-then the smooth calves-the knees, and then on upward to the soft, 
creamy whiteness of the thighs. I concentrated on the inner side of the firm 
young limbs and aroused Eva to flaming heights with sharper and more 
possessive bites. I knew precisely how hard to bite to gain fullest response 
without penetrating the sensitive skin of my panting young victim. 

"I worked all over her lower area without actually entering her crotch 
openings. I had lots of ground to cover before I got back to that. I ran my 
tongue up into her navel and then to her tits where I nibbled at the nipples 
until they were like rock. I slipped on upward to her earlobes. I knew how 
sensitive they could be. Eva gasped and nearly went out of her mind at this 
action. 

"Next, I began my tongue trip back down after turning Eva over on her face. 
I wanted to enjoy the creamy richness of her smooth back and luscious young 
buttocks. I licked, sucked, chewed, nibbled, tasted, and gnashed at her 
cheeks until she was nearly screaming from sheer lust. My key target at this 
stage was her anal opening. I found saliva streaming down my chin as I 
imagined the wonderful tastes I would encounter in that beloved valley. 

"Like in so many young girls, her asshole was as tight as a coiled spring. 
But I knew how surprisingly flexible it would become under my lashing 
tongue. I eased the tip of my tongue into the fragrant cavern entry. I let 
it soak there for a few seconds. Then, I began wiggling it. Slowly, the 
musky hole opened a little and instantly I shot a goodly length of my mighty 
tongue up into the anal tract. I could feel Eva's rectal muscles contract 
under the powerful thrust of my weapon. I held her silky buttocks tightly 
with both hands so she could not escape. Not that she wanted to, but I knew 
the power of my grip would arouse her even more. With relentless force I 
began wedging more and more of my huge tongue up into the heavenly anal 
portions of my willing victim. I could smell the exciting aroma of her 
rectum as my probing tongue worked in great driving thrusts to take all of 
her charms. Deeper and deeper I went. Finally, I had all of my five-inch 
length up inside her buttocks. Then, I began flicking the tip of my tongue 
in a snakelike style to arouse the quivering Eva all the way. 

"Most women who eat out the anal area make the mistake of thinking that the 
best way to penetrate it is to have the partner on her hands and knees and 
to get at her opening from the back. It's all right that way, but the 
experts like me know that even deeper penetrations are possible when the 
girl lies on her back and spreads her thighs wide just as if she were 
waiting to have a penis or tongue shoved up into her vagina. I had my 
precious little Eva in just this position and with my enormous tongue I was 
pounding it up so far into her rectum that she must have felt like it was 
going to come out of her navel. 

"And my anal play sent Eva into the highest levels of erotic excitement. She 
continued to scream and groan in animal lust as my powerful, long tongue 
circled and plunged in and out of her anus. Then, when I knew I had built my 
young sex partner to the key point. I swiftly changed tactics. I pulled my 
tongue out of the by-now gaping anal entry to switch poses so that my own 
vaginal tract was over the head of the supine young girl. Then, to make 
certain that Eva lost none of her passion, I resumed my vaginal tongue and 
lip action. 

"As I felt Eva's fiery pussy creaming, I eased my big, hairy crotch directly 
onto her lovely, young face. And this is the beautiful part. I let my 
dripping snatch dangle just a fraction of a tongue from Eva's mouth. And you 
should have seen how she lunged upward to catch it! Her little tongue was 
like the stinger of a giant wasp. She kept darting it into all parts of my 
hot hole and I began reaching a familiar state: multiple orgasm. I creamed 
so much I could feel all the blazing love-juices slithering from my genitals 
to my rectum opening. She got even more steamed up when she sensed how I was 
reacting. It was heavenly. My huge tongue shooting in and out of her gaping 
hole in perfect time to her own little weapon of delight. She began to mimic 
my actions. It's odd, but eventually, every one of the young girls I had 
tried to emulate me. They caught on swiftly, I'll have to admit. But my prim 
little Eva was the greatest. She nearly devoured me as she found my clitoris 
and began nibbling on it with her teeth just as I was doing to hers. 

"After several complete orgasms we slumped together in peaceful exhaustion. 
We rested for nearly an hour, locked in each other's arms. Only then, did we 
get up to have the fine dinner that I had prepared earlier. There was only 
one slight difference to this little repast over any similar affair. Neither 
of us bothered to dress. We went through the entire feast in complete 
nudity. 

"As a matter of fact, Eva didn't put on a single item of garb until the next 
day when we decided to go out for a bit of fresh air. We slept together in 
my queen-sized bed and I brought her to at least a dozen more climaxes 
before dawn. By the time she left me to go back home the following Monday, 
she was deeply infatuated with me. Her secret self was no longer a secret to 
me. I knew with infinite confidence she was mine. She was a lesbian now, 
too. It always gave me great pleasure to know I had initiated a young 
beginner into the only true love act possible for a woman: that between 
woman-and-woman ... " 

Sharon L.'s recital of her successes in the field of lesbian love 
exemplifies what Freud termed "the artist's predisposition to neurosis and 
perversion." Sharon gave the psychiatrist a point-blank view of her own 
self-delusion as she explained her drives. What she was actually attempting 
to do in her affairs was to make love to her own reflection or image. 

Homosexuals such as Sharon usually have psychopathic personalities without 
realizing it. In many cases such as hers, the subject seeks ceaselessly the 
psychological and emotional security which she believes she may find through 
"sexual aid" to others of her own sex. Because of her own confusions in 
personality, she rarely finds this situation with any one partner and thus 
the search must continue constantly to appease the insatiable demands of her 
body. 

CHAPTER Four: The Biter 

"There's something awfully exciting about looking down at a woman lying on a 
divan waiting for your next move. She's wondering just what you're about to 
come up with, what kind of big thrill you're going to give her ... 

"I told Zelda that she was the first gal I'd ever tried to make since 
getting married and how I found her absolutely irresistible. She said she 
believed me, but she had this funny look on her face that belied the 
statement. I felt flattered to think she thought I was such a great 
cocksman. 

"I stood there next to the divan, looking down at Zelda, playing out the 
thrilling little buildup and letting our eyes establish all the intimate 
touches necessary for the good piece of ass. I let my gaze rove all over 
that lithe, curved form of hers. She had her skirt hiked up just high enough 
to show me her creamy thighs and the hint of the lush, rounded ass hidden 
beneath the fabric. Her eyes had a slightly mocking look as she watched me 
drinking in her charms. 

"I look as good as your wife?" she asked softly. 

"You make me think I'm married to a boy," I said huskily. That wasn't really 
true. My wife Joan, is all woman. Actually, Joan has a better build even now 
than Zelda. And Zelda is a good five years younger! But Joan was steady 
stuff to me and Zelda was new gash. Every guy likes a change of pasture now 
and then, I guess. 

"Prove it, honey," Zelda said. "Take off my things and show me you're not 
just talking." 

"I had her stuff off so fast she must've thought I was an ex-fireman. And 
what she had to offer when she was down to the nude was something else. I 
stared at her body like I had never seen a naked gal before. I mentally 
compared her to Joan. Joan has nice, heavy tits. Zelda's tits were not quite 
as full, but I had to admit to myself that size alone isn't the answer. And 
Zelda's smaller tits had a strange difference. She had the biggest nipples 
I'd ever seen. They were nearly an inch long and the brown circles were 
nearly cup-size. They really made her boobs pop, if you know what I mean. 

"I was admiring the naked gal when she suddenly sat up and pulled me to her. 
She pressed her face against my stomach and began caressing my buttocks with 
her hands. Then, she began to unzip my fly and tug at my pants. I got the 
message and began undressing to meet her wishes. In a few seconds I was down 
to complete nakedness and stood before her as I felt her eyes appraising my 
manhood. 

"I was up hard and I was glad I had a good five-and-a-half inches of hot rod 
to give her. She seemed pleased and motioned for me to join her on the 
divan. I didn't delay. We went into an embrace, squirming against one 
another. My mouth sought hers and she was ready for the big kiss. She almost 
yanked my tongue loose as I started flicking it into her mouth. It caused my 
cock to get up so hard against her undulating thighs and groin I was afraid 
it was going to explode. 

"I started sucking her tongue hungrily into my own oral cavity and that 
turned her on. She began moaning and sobbing as she slid her smooth hands 
down along my naked side and began seeking my cock. She knew right where it 
was and her fingertips found the length of my hard shaft with no difficulty. 

"Zelda was no beginner with the hand-job routine. She had soft, smooth 
fingers and she applied just the right pressure as she pumped my cock with 
long, lingering strokes. She treated my dong like it was the most valuable 
treasure in the world. I eased my hand to her silky soft buttocks and with 
the other hand I found her big brown nipple to caress. Our tongues were 
swapping places and I could feel the hot saliva running down my chin as we 
sucked and swallowed each other's moisture. 

"But her hand never let up on my cock. She wrapped it around the thick shaft 
and base area of the old rod. Then I felt her other hand encasing the balls, 
and the two alternated between palming the royal-crown head of my tool and 
stroking. 

"I lowered my hand from her great nipple and slowly eased it down between 
her thighs to discover the heat of her love pit. She moaned and sighed and 
pumped at me with greater passion as she hungrily sucked away at my tongue. 

"Now!" She abruptly pulled her mouth from mine as she sat on the edge of the 
divan, thighs spread like great bird wings, pulling my long, thick shaft 
toward her hairy nest of love. That blazing hot inferno of passion rose high 
to meet my charge. As her soft fingers eased from my thick rod she gave a 
deft tug to direct it into the entry area of her steaming crotch. 

"Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck!" She lay back, her lovely legs locked around my 
buttocks and I began to grind my loins at hers like a jungle beast at its 
mate. I could hear the juicy slurpings of our sexual organs merging into the 
fierce rhythm of love. Again, her eager lips sought mine and we began 
tongue-fucking each other to match the lush action below. I could feel her 
convulsive spasms building higher and higher as she readied to take my come. 
I tried to hold back, but she was too insistent. She sucked at my tongue and 
nearly pulled it loose from its base as she inexorably tightened her thighs 
around my hips. I was amazed at the enormous strength in her slender limbs. 

"I'm going to have to come!" I yanked my lips from her savagely sucking 
mouth. I was gasping as I panted my warning. 

"Don't talk!" She panted, pulling me back to her fiery oral cavity. Just 
before her lips closed savagely over mine, she gasped her encouragement. 
"Come like you never came before! And keep coming ... coming ... " 

"I did as she instructed. I had no choice. I stiffened like a man in his 
death throes and then I shot my load of love full into her receptive maw. I 
humped in tremendous fury at her loins, and I must have plunged my full 
length in and out a dozen or more times as the seething orgasm nearly ripped 
out my intestines. 

"As our pleasure slowly ebbed away, we relaxed. But it wasn't long before 
her roving hands were again between my legs and she was caressing my tender 
testicles and shaft, whispering how wonderful it had been to her body and 
how she had never met anyone who had satisfied her so. I found myself 
responding to her flattery and silky caresses. Her actions began to rebuild 
my generative forces and my penis began slowly to erect. At this key 
interlude, our method of lovemaking took a sharp turn. Zelda sat up on the 
divan, in a doubled-over position, and lowered her head to my crotch. I 
stared down in anticipation at her move. She smiled. But her smile was 
unlike any I recalled. 

"Zelda had these lovely, white teeth. I've always been proud of my own 
molars. I had a dread of ever losing them, and even as a kid I brushed after 
every meal. But as strong and white as my teeth were, they were no more 
striking than Zelda's. She beamed up at me as her face nestled down in the 
valley of my lust. 

"Ever been gnawed at by a she-leopard?" She pulled back her lovely lips to 
expose more of her gleaming fangs. She looked exactly like a hungry jungle 
cat as she readied herself for the kill. Her powerful teeth caught the 
sensitive tip of my cock and she began savagely nibbling and gnawing at the 
entire head. Then, using her great fangs and sucking powers, she slowly 
began pulling the entire shaft into her blazing mouth. I could feel the 
crown of my manhood against her powerful teeth as she ran my full length in 
and nearly out with exactly the perfect pressure to permit full stroke 
action. I never felt anything like it in all my life and I had my cock 
sucked lots of times before. 

"Now, lord of the jungle," I could hear her voice as she released my cock 
from her strong teeth, "show me the power of your own fangs!" 

"She threw her right leg over my head and I eagerly seized at her smooth 
hips to punish her womanhood with my powerful molars. I quickly began 
nibbling and chewing at the hot wet lips of her vagina with my teeth. I did, 
indeed, feel like some great lion plunging its fangs into its helpless 
victim! 

"But she was after my sexuality with her teeth once more and I found it 
difficult to keep up with her driving jaws. She had practiced biting and 
chewing for a long time, I sensed. She never overdid her savage routine. 
Those lustful teeth penetrated my tender skin to just the right depth. A 
fraction of a force too much and she would have drawn blood. But there was 
no danger of that with Zelda. She had indulged in this gratifyingly savage 
action too many times to slip. 

"It had to be the greatest. I never realized how sexy and exciting teeth 
could be. The smooth strength of glistening molars is the greatest thrill 
any man could ever feel on his cock. I almost passed out as she built me up 
to the final release. I reacted violently to her demanding molars by 
wielding my fangs upon her sensitive hole. I bit and chewed at her vulva, 
her clit, and her vagina folds until she was shaking as hard as I was. When 
we finally exploded our love forces, the entire divan nearly collapsed from 
the tremendous vibrations of our raging, naked forms. Long after our passion 
juices were depleted, we continued nibbling and gnawing at each other in 
anticipation of our next surge of revitalization. 

"I was a changed man after that night. Zelda had hooked me but good. From 
then on, I was to be a biter ... " 

Karl J. had the mistaken impression that he was unusual in his fetish of 
using his strong, gleaming teeth upon his sex partners. True, he had 
progressed beyond the stage of most oralists, but he was still not alone in 
the usage of primitive expression. 

The Hindus, who promoted sexuality into a spiritual and scientific function, 
recognized the great delights of oral love. A considerable portion of Ananga 
Ranga is dedicated to the Hindu obsession with this love skill. The Hindu 
poet, Vatsyayana, in his internationally renowned translation of the Hindu 
Ritual of Love, praises the techniques of soixante-neufas a vital source of 
sexual satisfaction for both male and female lovers. In his work, he 
outlines a goodly portion of oral styles and devotes ample space to the 
clever use of teeth. He tells precisely how hard the biter must employ his 
(or her) jaws. Needless to say, undue pressure could not only be painful but 
cause physical harm. 

Karl J. was right in his assumption that orality is one of mankind's great 
drives. And the fact that some human beings refuse to recognize its virtues 
still does not prohibit them from mentally considering the thrills and 
delights of the practice. And Karl's preference for expressing much of his 
passion through the application of his glistening molars was all part of it. 

Sigmund Freud in his work Three Contributions to the Theory of Sex pointed 
this up in concise style: 

... The study, with the help of psychoanalysis, of the inhibitions and 
disturbances in the course of sexual development now permits us to recognize 
additions and primary stages of such organizations of the partial impulses 
which likewise furnish a sort of sexual regime. These phases of the sexual 
organization normally pass smoothly, and can only be recognizable by mere 
suggestions. Only in pathological cases do they become active and 
discernible to gross observation. 

One of the first of such pregenital sexual organizations is the oral, or if 
one will, the cannibalistic. Here, the sexual activity is not yet separated 
from the taking of nourishment, and the contrasts within it are not yet 
differentiated. The object of the one activity is also that of the other; 
the sexual aim then consists in the incorporation of the object into one's 
own body, the prototype of identification, which later plays such an 
important psychic role. As a remnant of this fictitious phase of 
organization forced on us by pathology, we can consider thumb-sucking. Here 
the sexual activity, and the strange object, was given up in favor of one 
from his own body. 

Dr. John Somers, too, touched upon this in his book Sick Sex: 

... The Eron Kalox portrays soixante-neuf among the early Greeks, long 
before the glowing Hellenic Period of Greek culture. In Roman Amor, we find 
special emphasis given to soixante-neuf activities among the early Etruscans 
and Romans, long before the Roman Empire flourished in all its glory. Like 
obscene sketches drawn on walls of classrooms by bawdy students, the sides 
and walls of caves of early man are covered with crude drawings of fellatio 
and cunnilingus, rivaling the likenesses of the great beasts of the period 
... 

Karl J., it developed, had no qualms about playing around outside his 
marriage. He had enjoyed sex with many girls before he met and married the 
one who catered the best to his particular oral fetish. But he had not 
stopped seeing, and enjoying, other ladies after taking the vows. 

His wife, he said, "knows. We don't go into a big thing about it. But I 
warned her before we got married that I wasn't the kind of guy who could 
settle back with just one woman and put all the extra fun out of his mind. I 
let her know I'd be a good husband, but if some lovely young chick came 
along who liked being bitten, I wasn't about to pass it up. So, we have this 
unwritten truce. I keep my wife happy in bed, and as long as I do that, I'm 
free to carry on elsewhere. All she asks is that I don't do it to her 
friends. She wouldn't want to be humiliated that way. With strangers, it's 
okay. That's the way it's been ... and that's the way it's going to be." 

Karl now picked up the account of his "wonderful sexual existence" with his 
wife. He explained they were holding back on having children at this stage 
in their marriage only because of Earl's career. He was a successful 
insurance broker and one of the biggest reasons for his happy financial 
condition was the fact that they could party and host prospects constantly. 
A family would have posed certain problems in this matter. 

"I love my wife. She loves me. We'll raise a family. Later. Not now. This is 
the time for us to enjoy ourselves-socially and in a career way. Kids would 
be in the way. Hell, the way my wife and I tear the place up at night when 
we're fucking would keep the kids awake. We hump and bump all over the 
house! And the racket! My wife screams and shouts when I'm eating her out. 
All that fun would have to stop. No ... we can't be expected to stop 
everything and start the old diaper routine. It just wouldn't work in our 
case. At least, not right now. 

"My wife, Alberta, has to be the greatest lay in the world. Now, lots of 
guys claim that about their wives. But most of them just say so to cover up. 
Me, I'm not built that way. I'm outgoing. That's why I'm such a hell of a 
success at selling insurance. People like me in general. No false modesty. 
The past has proven this too often to be questioned. I've had customers tell 
me they signed policies with me even when they've had relatives and friends 
who were offering the same deal I offered. They invariably all mention the 
wonderful feeling they get when I come in to talk to them. They flip for my 
great, big, wide, friendly smile. And they're fascinated by my glistening, 
gleaming, strong white teeth. 

"I didn't make out with Alberta before marriage. Not that I didn't try. But 
things didn't pan out. For one thing, the time span was short. I met her at 
a cocktail party and we had what you'd call a whirlwind courtship. Six weeks 
after our first meeting, we were married. 

"I also had to step up my career knowing I was going to take Alberta for my 
own. So, I really turned on the heat career wise. I was hustling clients 
night and day to build up a backlog. Now, that ought to prove something, 
too. I never wanted to just get Alberta in the sack. I wanted her for my 
wife. That first. Bedroom tennis second. 

"I mean, she had fine family background and educational career. She had 
graduated from Illinois University with honors. I earned my diploma in 
Business Administration at Miami University in Ohio. 

"I got through mostly because I was such a hell of a likable guy. I flashed 
my big smile a lot at the instructors and they let me slide through where 
they would've flunked some less sunny student. Now that I think of it, I 
wish I had paid more attention to some of my classes and less time to being 
Mr. Nice! 

"Alberta was a girl who was used to good things, and she wasn't about to 
forget them after becoming my wife. I feel the man should take the wife as 
partner in more than sex. She should be a part of the business, too. Alberta 
was a great hostess. Our parties were the best in town. And they're getting 
better all the time. That means money in the bank for both of us. New 
clients, new accounts, new investments. Hell, the way I'm going, I'll be 
ready to retire at forty! By then, we'll have those kids we want. We'll live 
a great life, just relaxing and raising them. I have a feeling the world'll 
be a better place, too. All this revolutionary crap on the campuses will be 
over. It'll be clear sailing once more. 

"One thing, though: the guy has to remember that a wife has feelings and 
rights, too. She just might not want to suck on a big hard cock at some 
particular moment. And she also might not feel up to having her husband sink 
his powerful teeth onto her quivering snatch. Not that most women really 
ever get enough of the old 'fang-and-claw' bit! But there are a few rare 
moments when she isn't entirely ready to undergo all that oral surgery. 
Every gal has her off-moments. It might be something as simple as a headache 
or maybe a little touch of the flu. And it just might be that she isn't 
really 'headachy' or suffering from anything tangible in the sick line. 
Regardless, the guy has to go along with her stall and pretend he's taking 
it all in. 

"But, anyhow, on our wedding night, I could hardly wait for the ceremony and 
all its facets to be over. I knew that Alberta's creamy loins were itching 
for me to get in there and take care of the desires that were building up. 
It seemed like the damn reception was never going to end, but at last we got 
away from the guests and their corny gags about our wedding cot. They were 
kidding, but they'll never know how close they came to the truth. I swear 
that at least half-a-dozen of my pals came up to remind me of the old gag 
about the passionate Frenchman who ate half the mattress before he 
discovered his bride was still in the bathroom. Well, I knew I wasn't going 
to eat mattress. I was going to eat lovely young gash. Lovely pussy as 
offered by my eager young bride, Alberta! 

"I played the part of hubby and wife to the hilt. I even carried her over 
the threshold! That wasn't so easy to do inasmuch as the motel manager was 
right there and I know he thought it was pretty corny. But at least he knew 
we were actually married. I'll wager that ninety percent of the other 
couples there couldn't say the same thing. At least, not with straight 
faces! 

"Once we were by ourselves, I got right down to the matter at hand. I pulled 
her to me and started kissing her. I did it very gently at first. Then, as I 
felt her soft tits pressing up against my chest and her belly wiggling 
against mine, I began to go into more direct action. I started shooting my 
tongue into her mouth and sucking back her tongue so I could gently chew on 
it with my powerful molars. She quivered under my biting action, not so much 
from the force of it as the idea. I knew just how hard to bite in order to 
arouse her and still not hurt. Then, I began gnawing and nibbling at her 
throat. I tugged her dress down and there were her lovely tits. She had 
thoughtfully avoided a bra and I caught the lovely nipples between my lips 
so I could work my teeth onto them, I had chewed on many tits before and I 
knew perfectly well just what action got the most out of them. I nibbled, 
chewed, and gnawed on the nipples until they were up as hard as rocks. Then 
I strayed from those delicacies to continue the biting action all over the 
entire globe. I covered every inch of tit and then took in her underarms, 
her biceps, her back. I bit at all the quivering, creamy flesh I could find. 

"Okay, sweet," I was panting from my own lust, "off with the works. I want 
you naked. Stark, staring naked. Then, I'll eat every inch of your beautiful 
body!" 

"I hope you won't hate me, Karl." She was almost crying, even as she was 
shaking from her passion. "I can't understand what went wrong ... " 

"Wrong?" I was jolted by her change of attitude. 

"Yes." She shook her head in misery. "My period isn't supposed to be till 
next week-but with all the excitement of the wedding and all-well-I've got 
the curse!" 

"You silly kid!" I had to laugh. "You scared me for a minute. I thought 
something serious was happening to you!" 

"Then you don't mind waiting for a few nights?" She was relieved. 

"Waiting?" I chucked her under one of her luscious tits. "Who said anything 
about waiting? Waiting is for the birds and the bees." 

"But you can't-" She floundered. "You know-it's so messy and-and-" 

"Bloody?" I asked. 

"Yes," she nodded. "No woman can be attractive to her husband under such 
conditions!" 

"I assured her that she was wrong. I told her that only ancient prudery 
blocked sex during the menstrual cycle. I, myself, loved a woman's body the 
most when she was undergoing her period. Alberta found this hard to believe, 
but I quickly proved to her that I wasn't speaking idly. I helped her to 
take off every single item of clothing even as she made mild protest. 

"I played it big. As I removed her things, I kissed and nibbled at her 
luscious body to help her overcome her mild embarrassment. Alberta, like so 
many properly brought up young women of today, still had certain qualms over 
sex. They ail talk about the new freedom and complete release, but they 
still react differently when it comes down to the nitty-gritty. I'm not 
saying this is true of the swingers. I'm speaking now of the Albertas in our 
lives. Once I had her nude, I quickly got out of my clothing, and she had 
her first good look at my cock. She'd felt it, of course, when we kissed and 
petted. But she still hadn't seen it in all its pristine glory when it was 
nice and hard. 

"It's so-so big!" she gasped. I felt great. I knew it wasn't really anything 
to talk about, but every guy likes to have the girl gasp and admire his cock 
when it's up for action. I didn't waste too much time letting her admire me. 
I took her arm and steered her to the bed. She permitted me to stretch her 
out on her back and then I got down next to her. I felt her soft, creamy 
thigh next to my harder, hairier limb and the contrast was great. I reached 
over and took her hand and guided it to my cock which was up like a 
telephone pole. She was a little timid at first, but my raw sexuality was 
getting to her. She began running the tip of her finger around the tip of my 
big rod and then letting her touch wander down along the shaft toward my 
balls which were swelling from my own passion. 

"It feels so hard!" My darling Alberta was talking just like a junior 
high-school gal on her first petting party. I liked it. The idea that my 
sophisticated wife was still a virgin steamed me. 

"Later, Alberta admitted to me that all her shyness was part of her own act. 
She wasn't the shy, retiring little gal I thought. Afterward-much after-she 
let me in on a little secret. It was after one of our big sex parties when 
we were eating each other's sexual parts out that she admitted she had her 
own action as early as the ninth grade! She'd taken on the most popular guy 
in junior high and they had humped each other all through the school year! 

"I was a little surprised. But I didn't get uptight about it. What the 
hell-a gal's got to have her fun, too. We preach a lot about double 
standards, but when our wives admit to practicing it, we guys blow our cool. 
I'm too broad-minded for such ridiculous contradictory stuff. 

"So, anyway, Alberta began flicking her thumb around the head of my huge 
penis, causing me to quiver like a stricken beast. 

"She was turning on but good by now. Her breathing was a lot heavier, and I 
could hear the whistling sound as the force of oxygen being expelled from 
her lungs picked up in tempo. I let my hands cup each one of her breasts and 
the way the nipples were erecting was unbelievable. I was amazed that a 
normal pair of tits could produce such huge, hard nipples. Just shows what 
effect a little loving produces in even the most contained woman. 

"Alberta wiggled and squirmed into my arms, slipping her free arm around my 
neck and shoulders. We sought out each other's lips and began hungrily 
kissing. I was again the aggressor. I began to explore her hot open mouth 
with my tongue. I sucked in on hers to pull it into my mouth so I could work 
my teeth on it. 

"She froze as I clamped my fangs down directly over her hot wet tongue. But 
I wasn't savage. I applied just the right amount of pressure so she could 
slowly pull her long appendage back to safety. That's another thing about my 
use of teeth. Women love the idea of being in danger. Savage, passionate 
threats to their bodies. And when they feel my powerful, white teeth gnawing 
at their tits and tongues and other parts, they go out of their gourds. Any 
guy who doesn't capitalize on this reaction from the gal he's fucking is 
missing out on an awful lot. Me, I know! 

"As I bit and gnawed on Alberta's tongue, lips, and mouth area, I slipped 
one hand down to her thighs. I found the red-hot lips of her snatch. She 
reacted like crazy to this move. She sucked in on my tongue and hungrily 
absorbed my saliva. I exchanged tongues with her in swift style. I varied my 
pattern with increasingly more powerful bites. Each time my mighty molars 
came down on her tongue, she nearly fell apart from her own vibrations. She 
was gasping and panting wildly. 

"Her cunt was blazing hot and moist like some violently red velvet jewel 
box. But I felt something else. The string from her tampon. I had experience 
with these, too! I worked my fingers up and got a good grip and began slowly 
pulling the obstacle out. It was full of her rich, red blood. I didn't have 
to look down to know. It was loaded! Now, that sort of thing turns most guys 
off fast. But it worked just the opposite with me. 

"You know, when I'd meet girls who were likely date-bait, I'd try to get any 
indication at all when they might be having their periods. And if I could 
find out, I'd ask them out for a date when they were menstruating! Not all 
the time, of course, but with some girls I'd do that-whenever I was hungry 
for the taste of pussy-blood. Yes, I deliberately sought out girls who were 
having their periods. 

"Now, I realize most guys are repelled by that kind of thing-the menstrual 
flow, pussy-blood, whatever you want to call it. But for me, it can't be 
beat. A blood-red vagina is like a steak cooked medium-rare, with lots of 
its own juice pouring out of it. Yum! If I see a girl is wearing a tampon or 
anything like that I find it hard to hold back. Let me at it! I really 
relish a slit that's lined with red. 

"But just because I go for a little blood doesn't make me some kind of 
oddball. I'm sure I'm not the only guy who enjoys that particular aspect of 
the female; if I am, then a hell of a lot of guys sure don't know what 
they're missing. If they could have seen Alberta's red pussy, they would 
know what I mean. 

"As I pulled the hot, moist tampon out of Alberta's blazing snatch, she 
picked up the tempo. She dragged more of my plunging tongue-into her mouth 
and she even ventured a few timid bites on it with her teeth in mimicry of 
my more powerful biting force. 

"I knew I had to taste her gorgeous pussy at this stage. I pulled my lips 
away from her mouth and began a systematic course to get my face down to her 
valley. I kissed, nibbled, and bit at her smooth throat and the flowing 
lines that led to her shoulders. Then, I began easing toward the rich curves 
of her tits and focusing my nibbling and biting toward the rosy-red nipple 
area. She was panting in great, sobbing cries as I neared the sensitive part 
of each creamy mound. It was then that she started her outbursts. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" These were unusual words for my tender young bride. 
Fuck, suck, screw ... screw me! Screw me, do you hear?" 

"I could hear. I was a little afraid the people in the next block would hear 
her, too. But I was too fired up to give a damn. I drew my biting mouth from 
her rock-hard nipples to growl; I'll fuck you, baby ... I'll fuck you good. 
But first, I'm going to chew you to bite-size tenderness!" 

"I started gnawing down from her tits toward her navel. I didn't rush it. I 
bit and chewed a straight course which took my face to her navel. I paused 
here to concentrate my teeth on that interesting hole. I could feel her 
orgasmic twitchings on every bite I took. 

"Now, I was nearing that great hot cavern down between those creamy thighs. 
The thought of the contrast between the milky whiteness of her skin and the 
rich, blood-red vagina opening caused me to build up another ten degrees of 
raw heat. I could have fired a boiler with the temperature I was generating 
by this time. 

"I continued my sharp biting action all the way down toward home plate. Ever 
so often I would shoot my tongue out between my penetrating teeth to let her 
know there was more to me than just molar exercise. Now she really turned on 
when I began catching her long, silky pubic hair between my fangs to gently 
tug at it. 

"Oh, God, God, God!" She was nearly out of her mind from my teasing, 
exciting oral manipulating. I purposely dawdled and didn't sink my fangs 
into that lovely hot valley between her legs. I knew that the more I built 
her up, the more I would be rewarded. She tried to force my face lower to 
take her, and we had a strangely erotic tug-of-war as I resisted. 

"Then, I moved down lower. She vibrated as my eager lips and tongue searched 
down between her silky thighs to nuzzle at the tender lips of her blazing 
cunt. I knew what to do here. My great, white teeth came into full play all 
over. I began gently nibbling and chewing at the luscious folds of her pussy 
entry. The lips of the thrilling open door to her body were swollen and 
distended from her sexual excitement. 

"She slipped her lovely thighs around my head and shoulder blades to 
encircle me like some giant python taking its prey. I could feel her 
powerful muscles constricting and my face was drawn further up into her 
red-hot cavity. But I was not discouraged. My teeth began lashing out 
harder. My mighty jaws worked in beautiful harmony, alternating between my 
darting tongue and my nuzzling lips. The combination of sexual pleasure was 
too much for my aroused Alberta. Her loins creamed forth in response and I 
knew she was ready for the ultimate release. 

"I eased my oral action to let her gain some semblance of control. But that 
was the last thing she wanted. She tightened her great thighs even harder 
around my head and, as from a great distance, I could hear her pleading: 
"Eat me! Eat me! EAT ME!" 

"I followed her commands like a good little boy. I began chewing away at her 
sensitive vulva, and she almost strangled me with her limbs as she reacted 
to this exciting move. She moaned and groaned as my sharp teeth worked the 
agonized flesh of her womanhood. Nor did I stop there. I wanted her clitoris 
next. I steadily chewed my way toward that small button. When I caught it 
between my fangs, I almost destroyed my burning young bride. She gasped and 
cried out like a wounded animal in the wilds. I ignored her outbursts as I 
gently but firmly nibbled at the magic button. I could feel it rising harder 
under my molars. Again I could, smell the heady aura of Alberta's womanhood 
as my thrilling teeth performed their mission. 

"At this point, I completely nonplussed Alberta. I suddenly pulled clear of 
her constricting thighs. I caught her by surprise. She blinked open her eyes 
to stare at me. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Please don't think me some sort of a pervert, sweet," I begged her, "but 
I've got a crazy urge ... " 

"Like what?" She was a little uneasy. 

"I'd like to shove my cock into your hot, little cunt! Could you ever 
forgive such a bizarre notion?" 

"My subtle humor was completely wasted at this stage of our romance. Alberta 
was definitely let down at my cessation of orality. But she was willing to 
play along with my outlandish idea of 'normal' sex. She instantly spread her 
creamy thighs wide for my cock, and I only paused long enough to admire the 
glistening beads of my saliva and her love-juices as they framed her 
hot-box. 

"I slowly lowered myself onto her gaping hole until the huge head of my cock 
was oozing down and in to be embraced by her creamy folds. I let my big cock 
rest there a few moments, and then I thrust forward so that another inch or 
so slithered in. She wrapped her legs tightly around my ass to draw me down 
all the way. Alberta was too aroused for my subtle play. But I knew that the 
longer I could delay my own climax, the happier she would be in the final 
analysis. I resisted her attempts to engulf my cock. I reluctantly wedged 
another inch into her cunt and her eager muscles clamped like a vise around 
my hard rod to hold me captive. I wriggled just a little bit to further 
titillate her vaginal area. Now, I eased another inch in-and then another. 
Soon, my entire six-inch hunk of raw manhood was out of sight in the valley 
of lust. 

"Kiss me!" Alberta gasped. Her lips were wide open as she gasped for air. I 
gently let my upper body down onto her frame so that I could feel the hard 
points of her beautiful tits. The nipples dug into my bare chest like two 
blazing arrows. But no arrows ever had the wonderful cushioning action that 
hers did. I rolled a little as she clamped her arms around my back to hold 
me tightly down on those wonderful pillows with the thrilling tips. 

"I began fastening my lips over hers as I darted my tongue in and out of the 
tunnel we established by our contact. My teeth again set out to perform 
their heady duties. I chewed savagely at Alberta's full mouth and she 
writhed and groaned under the tender punishment my molars dealt out. 

"Her cunt managed to keep my huge cock solidly imprisoned within its walls 
as we French-kissed. I exchanged tongues with her and I could feel our 
saliva merging from the flow we generated. I nibbled at her tongue and she 
began mimicking my action. She wasn't the 'fanger' I was, and she didn't 
dare bite down with the proper force. But I knew she would eventually master 
the art, and I concentrated on my own bite-work to keep things humming. 

"We began humping against one another like two mad dogs in heat. I began 
building up dangerously close to my orgasm and I abruptly stopped my own 
driving thrusts to avoid the fiery release that was so near. 

"Don't stop now!" Alberta cried out in sheer agony. 

"I recaptured her mouth with my lips and answered her in the way I knew 
best. Cautiously, I again resumed my penis-plunging. The brief moment of 
relaxation had been just enough to keep me from coming. I mentally thanked 
God that I'd had so much previous experience with fucking so I could prolong 
this thrilling stage. 

"I began adding artistic touches as I felt things coming under better 
control. I let my body roll around on top of Alberta even as I humped up and 
down. I never ceased my savage biting and tonguing of her oral parts, 
either. That was the frosting on the wedding cake, believe me! Our hot loins 
were pressed so tightly together, the contact created sucking and slurping 
sounds from the love liquids that oozed between us. I could feel Alberta's 
tits growing harder and harder under my naked chest as I wedged my big cock 
further up into her smoking-hot pussy. Her groin was red from her menstrual 
flow and her own inordinate passion. It caressed against mine, sending sharp 
spears of pleasure through my entire body that told me the final release was 
not far off. 

"We continued to stimulate each other in this highly sexual lock by 
increasing our groin rubbing and deep long oral contacts until we were both 
panting like primitive creatures who had never experienced civilization. I 
know that some of this highly unusual stimulus came from the exciting flow 
of Alberta's blood. And Alberta was learning swiftly from the old master. 

"Suddenly, she broke free of my demanding mouth, teeth, and tongue, urging 
me up as she worked her hands down to my cock to help pull it from her 
gaping snatch. She wanted something special and I had a hunch what it was. I 
leisurely turned on my back so she could get at it. I glanced down to see 
how things were, and the sight was really something to turn a guy on. 

"My cock was up like a rock. But it was outstanding in other ways. Alberta's 
rich, red blood had painted a lovely masterpiece of abstract design all over 
my big rod. There were dark reds, pale pinks, and subtle browns. Man, it 
just stood up and yelled "Sex!" 

"Alberta eagerly moved her head down to take my tool into her lips, and she 
began tonguing me all around the groin. She played orally along my stiff 
shaft and then sucked it way up into her mouth, desperately sucking on it as 
if afraid it would empty before she had her full allotment of joy between 
her lips. 

"She swung her hips over my face and I was waiting for that move. I could 
feel the thrill of her hard-pointed tits as they lowered onto my frame. I 
could also feel the tremendous heat waves exuding from her every pore as she 
built up more and more of her sexual force. My little Alberta was a victim 
of our fierce lust. But never was there a happier one! 

"She grew more violent as my savage teeth and tongue began to lash at her 
own sensitive vaginal nerves. I bit along every sweet inch of her bloody 
hole, sucking and licking as I went. I could feel her body quiver with each 
exciting bite I took. 

"She wanted so desperately to return my kindness and began chewing with her 
sharp strong teeth on the hard rod offered for delight. Her fangs gripped 
the crown of my cock and she began circling it to bring forth more of my 
desire. I was almost to the point of explosion by now, but I somehow managed 
to hold back. I had to turn my thoughts from what, was happening to me onto 
other less desirable subjects. It wasn't easy. Not with a naked, hot young 
woman like Alberta nibbling and chewing away on my big peter. But I 
resolutely managed to nibble and bite at her pussy even as I forced myself 
to think of all the bills we'd have staring us in the face as we set up our 
new home. Furniture to buy ... clothes for my blushing bride. Oh, there were 
lots of ways to worry about the future! But I knew that I was just kidding 
myself. Alberta was too active to let such mundane things as mental problems 
hold us back. She was panting and groaning as she sank her eager teeth into 
my long staff. She didn't stop with just the cock, either. My big balls 
caught her interest and she began sucking on each one in turn. Once she had 
it in her mouth, she exerted gentle pressure with her teeth to further 
stimulate my own erotic state. She worked my balls up to their highest 
possible pitch and then returned to savor the rich sweetness of the full 
length and the mighty crown at the very tip. Alberta concentrated on this 
sensitive area and used her fingers to fondle and squeeze my balls at the 
same time. Then, she began to lift her head away and up from my body so that 
the big, red head of my cock was almost out of her mouth and held there only 
by the exciting grip of her powerful teeth. 

"Next, she slammed her mouth down hard, swallowing the whole length of me 
until her hot wet lips were directly against my pubic hairs. At the same 
instant, she made tiny jerking movements with her hips which caused her 
vaginal area to work rapidly up and down on my strong, white teeth ... 

"Well, my white teeth weren't exactly white at the time I mention. Let's say 
they were wine-colored from Alberta's pussy-juice! But, I had my little 
bride ready to blast off for the moon. And I knew that I was ready for my 
own orbit, too. So, I shot my long hard tongue as far up her smoking hole as 
I could. I knew it felt like a sword thrusting in and out of Alberta's body 
by this time. And I heightened the thrill for her by clamping my teeth onto 
her sensitive snatch folds in alternate cycles with each big lick of the 
tongue. She began to shudder and shake in uncontrollable emotion under this 
tremendously stimulating action and I also felt my own passion near the 
breaking point. 

"Suddenly, I felt the first spasm of her climax as she snapped violently up 
and down against my entrapped face. That did it for me. The world seemed to 
spin and revolve as my own come exploded into her hungry mouth. That turned 
her but good. She sucked and swallowed savagely to make certain she got 
every drop of my love stuff. 

"Alberta also reacted by twirling and hammering her huge, moist crotch 
tighter than ever onto my face. That let me get my teeth further up inside 
her body and I began chewing and biting deeper along her pussy than had been 
possible before she blew her load. 

"You'd be surprised how long it took us to finish our creaming. Naturally, I 
finished first. But let me say this: I dribbled for a hell of a sight longer 
than I ever had in my whole life up to this point. I guess one reason was 
that Alberta refused to say die. She sucked, chewed and swallowed each tiny 
drop I managed to come up with. And she still craved more. Her own creaming 
went on for many minutes after my tool was limp and spaghetti-like. But I 
didn't even care about my own reaction down there by now. I was too immersed 
in her passionate flow. It's amazing how a woman can continue pouring out 
lubrication from her cunt for such a long time. But I didn't worry about 
that. I applied my teeth to all the exciting pussy-parts I could find. And 
if my teeth couldn't make it to the hidden crevices, my tongue could. 

"There isn't any more, love! There just isn't any more!" I could hear 
Alberta's shaken voice reaching me as I lay locked between her luscious 
thighs. "Give me a chance to recharge those batteries, will you?" 

"She released me, and we both disentangled ourselves from one another. I 
guess my face looked like I'd been in the battle of the Bulge or something. 
Her pussy-blood was smeared all over my features and I noticed I even had 
traces of her female identity around my neck and shoulders. But I was proud 
of it all. Proud that I had taken her when most guys would've turned over on 
their sides to sleep until morning. 

"How do you feel, angel?" I knew damn well she felt great, but I wanted to 
hear her praise my great sack talent. 

"Like I'm floating on a cloud." She caressed my bloody face with her 
fingers. She insisted on getting up to bring a nice cool washcloth to clean 
me up. I let her, but when she was about to rinse off my cock, too, I 
stopped her. 

"Why not?" She blinked at me in wonder. 

"I want that evidence there," I replied. "Anyway, I'm going to shove it 
right back into every opening in your body as soon as it gets stiff again. 
So just let the poor little pecker rest, huh?" 

"She liked that sentiment. We rested, finally, side by side discussing the 
miracles we had undergone. Alberta admitted to me that she had never really 
had a full orgasm in her life to this moment. 

"Oh, I thought I had, of course," she whispered as she ran her fingers down 
along my limp prick. "Like all girls, I masturbated myself with my fingers 
and candles and the rest. But, actually, the weak explosions I got that way 
couldn't be construed as real climaxes-certainly not after what you and your 
magnificent fangs did to me!" 

"It was nearly forty minutes before I began to find my cock rising all over 
again. Alberta eagerly seized upon this response by hungrily dropping her 
face down between my thighs to catch the crown of my scepter between her 
teeth. I gently caressed her hair as she ran her molars up and down the 
great length of my manhood. She nibbled eagerly at my balls and that got me 
hornier. But I knew I had to play it cool or she'd have me creaming too 
swiftly. Young brides just don't appreciate all the delightful gifts their 
hubbies have to offer! They think it's possible to get a hard on every hour 
on the hour. 

"For instance, I only came twice that first night. But I'll say this for me: 
I really took good care of Alberta. She sure as hell didn't feel cheated! 

"Even after I became more familiar with her, I never experienced full orgasm 
more than twice. Oh, there were a couple of times when I could've humped her 
an added trick, but I didn't go in for it. I didn't have to prove anything 
to her-or myself. Both of us were willing to settle for a couple of sessions 
per night. 

"I varied my oral attack on Alberta's lovely, naked body the second time 
around. I guess she was surprised at all the tricks I had up my sleeve. Even 
if my sleeve was still in the clothes closet! 

"What on earth are you trying to do?" Alberta gasped as I stopped gnawing on 
her ear-lobe to ease along her cheek and fasten onto the tip of her lovely 
nose. 

"Eat every fucking inch of you, dear heart," I whispered the words without 
releasing her nose from between my powerful teeth. I proved my claim by 
beginning a mighty chewing action. I nibbled and gnawed from her nose to her 
mouth and chin. Then, down to her throat where I enacted the Dracula role. I 
played this to the hilt by even adopting a mock Bela Lugosi accent as I 
pretended to suck the blood from her neck. 

"I continued my oral attack on Alberta by biting all over her shoulders, 
back, and waist. I concentrated for a long time on her aroused nipples and 
lovely milk-mounds. 

"I swear I added a full inch to Alberta's tits that first night. I had her 
nipples standing out to here before I was done! And then, again, I began 
biting my way to her more erotic zones. I derived double pleasure by 
focusing on Alberta's smooth buttocks to bite them into rosy tenderness. I 
spread her thighs wider and wider so I could seize areas of her more 
sensitized flesh between the loins for my savage bites. 

"Anyone but me would've probably bitten through her skin by this time. But 
not once did I draw blood-except that which she was issuing from her 
menstruation. And that's different. That didn't hurt her. 

"I eventually got to her clit, which was up like a navy bean from passion. I 
really worked that little button over! 

"Oh, don't ever stop! Never!" Alberta's plea reached me way down in the 
valley of the molls and I obeyed her directions. I didn't answer in any 
other way than by renewing my bites and sucks on the tiny button that turns 
the ladies on with such great passion. 

"After the button was engorged with lust, I eased my teeth to the vulva. I 
nibbled, gnawed, and sucked on this area until poor Alberta was actually 
bouncing her hips up and down in kangaroo-like gyrations. I had to watch now 
because if I tightened my fangs too much on her vulva, I easily could have 
injured her when she humped away from my jaws. 

"Only when I knew she was ready to begin her second series of climaxes did I 
sixty-nine it with her. I let her ravenous lips find my big cock and, once 
she started sucking on it, I began my own-orality in unison to Alberta's 
cycle on me. Like the popular song says, "the second time around is best!" I 
found I could control my orgasm far better now. I timed it beautifully. Just 
as Alberta's creamy pussy exploded into a gusher of love-foam, I shot my 
wad. My cock felt like it was going to burst into flames. But I knew I had 
the world's greatest fire extinguisher right down the middle of my hose. I 
turned the old spigot on and my jism must've spurted three feet up into my 
screaming young wife's snatch. And it went on-and on. I didn't know I had so 
much come in my construction, believe me!" 

Sex, of course, is a highly personal affair and what takes place between two 
consenting adults in private is their business, as long as they make no 
attempt to dictate the attitudes and acts of others. True sexual freedom is 
the liberty to partake in whatever activity produces the greatest pleasure 
for both parties involved. 

It must be admitted that Karl had the ability to reward his wife and others 
with an inordinate amount of physical excitement. How he accomplished this 
gratification was his own peculiar method of the all-out use of his own 
biting powers. He created no harm with his bizarre methods-other than to be 
less than faithful to his wife. But he was no great exception to today's 
marital rules ... Sexual freedom is taking place daily all around us, 
freedom for both the unmarried and the married. Karl is merely one of the 
new breed. As such, he deserves our full understanding. 

Our attempt to understand should be extended to Alberta. Most certainly she 
shows an inclination toward the psychological deviation known as masochism. 
Karl's biting of various parts of her body caused her pain and yet brought 
her pleasure. She experienced ecstasy in the midst of mistreatment, or what 
some observers might consider to be mistreatment. 

What brings on such a psychological deviation in a woman like Alberta? What 
in her character causes her to sense enjoyment of what objectively seems to 
be a physical harm? 

Actually, it is the opinion of some that the woman who is not masochistic is 
the exception. But the type of masochism they have in mind is perhaps of a 
more subtle nature, having to do with the historic position of submission of 
the female to the male, in sexual and other areas. This masochism of 
submission, of giving way to the whims of the "superior" man, can perhaps be 
sociologically documented, but to say that woman is naturally submissive 
because she has been historically so ignores the fact that her 
potentialities for being equal, or even superior, to the male have possibly 
been quashed by the successful dominance of the male. 

However, the masochism we have at hand in the present case history is of a 
more overt type. We have not a mild psychic masochism here, but a mind with 
a particular propensity for the reception, the willing acceptance, of 
physical pain. This goes beyond the usual passive nature of the female, and 
into the area of aberration. 

Why should Alberta's mind have been led in this direction? 

One reason that has been suggested is that the woman not only is conditioned 
to be passive to the nonviolent domination of the male, but to the violent 
exercising upon her of aggressive behavior by the male as well. Not only 
that, but once the female's mind realizes the fact that she must patiently 
endure pain and wrongdoing all her life-il faut d'abord endurer, as the 
French say-it may twist into regarding what it must abide as not pain but 
pleasure. 

With some women whose minds go through such a transformation, this idea of 
pain as pleasure may get no further than where it begins-in her 
subconscious. This may "be unfortunate, since she may experience masochistic 
impulses and be puzzled and ashamed when she realizes she is of such a 
nature but does not understand why. On the other hand, some women who have 
masochistic tendencies are made aware of them and have a clue toward 
understanding their nature, because the psychic strands of the aberration 
wind up from their subconscious into conscious knowledge. Many of these 
women, once they realize that this is within them, seek out psychological 
counseling, and in many cases are helped to diminish these harmful 
tendencies to a tremendous extent. 

It is unfortunate that only Karl received psychological aid; there are 
numerous indications in his narration pointing toward the desirability of 
similar treatment for Alberta. If people were more aware of their problems, 
that is, of the nature of their problems, and if they would seek 
professional help at the moment they suspected they needed it, seeds of 
disease would not grow into great psychological warpings such as that 
demonstrated by the unfortunate case discussed in this chapter. There are 
many Karl's in this world; there are many Albertas. They all need study and 
understanding. 

CHAPTER Five: The Compulsive Tickler 

Maureen let the young male force her back onto the divan as his hands 
slipped to her breasts to caress and fondle the nipples through the thin 
blouse. She could feel the rock-hard organ wedging up against her thighs and 
she was happy her skirt was so short. She wiggled her hips so that the skirt 
hiked up higher permitting his penis to press even more intimately against 
her rayon-clad crotch. 

Her fingers stole to his neck, and she played with his hair. He shivered at 
her gentle touches, and she could feel the skin rising under the tips of her 
fingers. She let her hands rove down under his open collar and, to her 
delight, this action brought great shudders from his powerful young body. 

"Christ!" he gasped. "You're tickling me silly!" He reacted by holding her 
tighter to his frame as he kissed hungrily at her lips and mouth. He 
shivered more as Maureen increased her feathering, tickling play on his back 
and shoulders. He ventured his tongue-tip between her lips, and Maureen 
quickly seized this gesture. She hungrily drew it up into her mouth to rouse 
him further. He tightened his hold, and she shivered with anticipatory 
desire. His mouth glued itself to hers and she could feel his strong young 
body vibrating with lust as he undulated up and down. His hands were 
squeezing her breasts and searching into the tight confines of her bra. 

"Let's take all our clothes off," Maureen whispered throatily, as she freed 
her lips from his. He was too aroused to question her suggestion and quickly 
got up off the couch to start disrobing with an eagerness that would have 
been amusing to her under other conditions. At this stage, there was nothing 
humorous about any of his actions. She began undressing with even more 
swiftness, and in moments both were naked. The boy stood transfixed for one 
moment, drinking in the rich curves of her body. 

"What do you think?" Maureen posed for him. Her full young breasts were 
pointing upward as in supplication. 

"Beautiful." He choked as he spoke. With good cause. She was amazingly well 
developed for a seventeen-year-old girl. Her hips we full and smooth. Her 
waist was slim, and the skin of her belly glistened like golden cream in a 
bowl. The whiteness ended dramatically at her crotch where thick, black 
pubic hair protected her womanhood. His startled eyes feasted on even; 
detail before him and then he could stand it no more. He began walking 
toward her as she waited with welcoming arms. 

Maureen's eyes were fastened on his sexual organ which was up full and hard; 
it looked immense to her, and she yearned to feel its throbbing strength. 
Eagerly, the two locked in a fierce, tight embrace and their lips sought and 
found each other. She gently undulated her hips to further heighten the 
contact between them. His great, hard penis began to hammer at her hot 
crotch, and she spread her loins wider to make it easier for him. At the 
same time, she fastened her lips hungrily upon his chest and neck to suck, 
kiss, and taste his maleness. 

Then, to her dismay, she felt the surge of warm semen spattering against her 
hairy loins and she realized that he had attained his orgasm. She was keenly 
disappointed, but she continued to tickle and kiss at his hot skin even as 
he spent his passion uselessly. He shuddered and whimpered as he clutched 
her to his body. Finally, he managed to speak. 

"Gee, Maureen, I didn't mean to come so fast. It's just that you're so 
smooth and all, I couldn't hold back one second longer." 

She stood, letting him hold her young naked form even as his trembling began 
to subside slowly. She continued to tickle and nuzzle at his neck and 
throat. Her tongue flicked out to lick his male goodness, and she felt her 
passion building higher. Maureen dropped her hand down to tantalize his firm 
flesh, which now began to grow soft and flaccid. 

"It'll get up again in a little while, you'll see," he whispered sheepishly. 

"Sure it will," Maureen said. She lowered her mouth to his nipple and began 
sucking and tickling the sharp hard flesh. She felt him quivering under her 
ministrations and this drove her to further action. She forced him back down 
on the couch as savage passion rose and clamored in her loins anew. She 
became completely lost and her orality touched his entire upper area. Her 
hot wet mouth tickled across the smooth flesh of his chest and she roved 
restlessly. Her eager lips moved to his armpit and she hungrily tongued, 
tasted, and tickled at his hot cavity. He stiffened under this unusual 
action and tried to pull away, but Maureen refused to permit this. Faster 
and faster, her tongue flicked into his armpit as she absorbed his maleness. 

She clung harder to him as he struggled to draw free of the savage young 
girl. He liked what she was doing to him, but his instinct warned him that 
it wasn't entirely proper. Like all nice young American boys he had been 
taught that armpits were not polite areas of the body and were best treated 
as if they didn't exist. 

Maureen didn't care what he thought. His muskiness was fanning her higher 
and higher. She was too aroused by now to worry about mundane things. Her 
tongue and lips drove on and on as she sought to absorb every drop of his 
lubrication. She felt a special type of ecstatic pleasure surging within her 
loins. The first stirrings of a massive orgasm began rumbling deep inside 
her body, and she felt the rising, soaring torrent that would transport her 
into the realm of sheer ecstasy. Maureen throbbed, twitched, as brutal 
onslaughts of commanding sexuality pervaded her every fiber. 

"You-you're killing me," he gasped as her hungry lips nibbled, gnawed, and 
tickled at his naked skin. She didn't answer him simply because she was too 
carried away by her lust to be aware of such matters. Her demanding mouth 
found its way down to his crotch and eagerly she sucked his hardening length 
between her teeth. Now, she began tickling her strong white teeth over the 
very tip of his organ and he gasped with surprise at her action. As he 
quivered under this act, Maureen changed tactics. Now, she began sucking 
with incredible force. The boy was big and long where it counted, but she 
absorbed all his length into her oral cavity. Her head began bobbing up and 
down to better capture his manhood. 

"Now! Now!" He suddenly managed to pull clear of her. Maureen was loath to 
lose the delightful contact and tried to draw his organ back into her mouth, 
but he struggled to assume the dominant role in the wild relationship. He 
was positioning his body atop hers to take her charms the "normal" way. 
Maureen decided to settle for what she could get. Her lips eagerly clamped 
upon his neck to tickle busily away at his hot skin even as she spread her 
thighs to let him penetrate. She felt the burning hardness of his penis head 
seeking her vaginal opening, and then she felt something else. Once more, 
his fiery semen spurted forth before he could get inside her womanhood, and 
her crotch was deluged with his seed. He moaned and groaned as he hammered 
futilely away at the lovely naked girl beneath him. But it was a forlorn 
effort. Finally, he slumped, depleted and exhausted, on top of her as the 
last drops of his orgasm dribbled out onto her thighs. 

"Gosh ... " Again he was all apologies. "I just couldn't stop myself. And I 
was close to getting it all the way into you, too!" 

Maureen murmured something in answer. But even as she murmured, her 
insatiable lips were still tickling, kissing, nibbling, and playing at his 
chest and nipples. Maureen was getting her own kicks in her own strange way. 
Who was she to complain at this stage? 

Maureen T. was married-happily, she declared-to a good husband who earned a 
better-than-average living. At the time of the interviews with her 
psychiatrist, Maureen was just past her thirty-first birthday. 

Maureen J. was an oral-tickler. As a result of her tickling, she reduced her 
husband to near-hysteria with the outcries and yells that such actions 
brought on. Her fetish was not in the usual mold. Oral lovers were 
plentiful, oral ticklers not nearly so. 

It is difficult to picture a fairly sedate, attractive young woman as being 
a devotee of the ancient art of tickling. However, introspection reveals 
that all human beings are slightly different in many ways, both physical and 
mental. What might be considered as a purely normal sexual impulse by one 
person, might well be adjudged as abnormal or perverted by another being. As 
Dr. John Somers, in his book Sick Sex, pointed out: 

... The blunt truth about perversions and so-called sex crimes is that there 
is not now, nor ever has been, any uniformly accepted code or unanimity of 
opinion as to what is right and what is wrong. Sexual conduct which may be 
excoriated in one part of the world as being perverted and criminal, may in 
some other land, be accepted and approved as a medium of sexual expression 
quite in conformity with statute and custom. 

If we are in doubt as to who first defined perversion, and who had the 
authority to interpret a non-violent sexual act between two compatible 
persons as a crime, we are not in doubt as to who enforces the laws against 
these "crimes." Ironically enough, the legislators, judges, police and 
prosecuting attorneys who have the responsibility for enforcing the 
statutes, do so in many cases with "tongue in cheek" because not only have 
they themselves indulged in the same act many times before but most of them 
are still in the habit of practicing it. 

The term nonviolent, of course, is all vital. And in the case of Maureen T. 
there was a certain fine line to be trodden. She was a compulsive tickler. 
And tickling can often be a tremendously arousing factor. There have been 
actual instances in which some helpless human being was tickled to death! 
Not often, it is true, but still is has happened. 

It is an accepted belief that the female is more neurotic than the male. 
Maureen was proof of this. "Her eyes glistened," the psychiatrist noted, "as 
she boasted of her ability to reduce her husband to near weakness with her 
tickling actions." Maureen was close to the borderline of sadism with her 
absorption in the art of tickling. Female sadists do exist, but in far lower 
proportion than males. 

Also, sadism in the true deviate is double-edged. A dedicated sadist not 
only secures sexual gratification by inflicting pain upon the partner, but 
can experience sexual excitement, even climax, in witnessing the sufferings 
and punishment endured by others. In some cases, such indignities can also 
be mental. 

In Maureen's case, this was not so. There was no true malice in her tickling 
propensities. Nor was she concerned with reducing her husband, or partner, 
as might be the case, to humiliation or mental anguish. Maureen T. had no 
evil intent under any circumstances. All she sought in her tickling was pure 
sexual release. Release both for her mate and for herself. 

As a historian (she is a history teacher), Maureen related, she did a bit of 
research on the art of tickling. She learned that it had been part and 
parcel of humanity since the earliest beginnings. Certain cultures indulged 
in it to a form of near-artistry. For instance, the Chinese perfected it far 
beyond finger-to-erogenous zone instances. They utilized peacock feathers, 
delicate silk ribbons, and human hair to arouse and titillate willing 
partners in the subtle pastime. 

But Maureen found her answer in oral tickling. 

Maureen was a mild example of a fetishist. All fetish-afflicted beings 
suffer from a form of psychosexual infantilism. This infantilism is 
expressed in many ways. Some masturbate. Others lean toward exhibitionism or 
voyeurism. A few turn to kleptomania or certain impulsive acts. Certainly, 
Maureen's little fetish of tickling was far more acceptable to society than 
the acts mentioned. 

By no means did Maureen qualify as a true fetishist. The latter, whether 
male or female, can dispense altogether with a sexual partner and gratify 
erotic urges with a symbol. This symbol may be a piece of clothing or 
undergarment, a portion of the "partner's" body (preferably pubic hair, 
nails, or head hair). It may be an object used by the other party, such as a 
douche bag, brush, handkerchief, cosmetic applier or anything personal. The 
predominant practice is to place the symbol in contact with the genitals and 
then indulge in masturbation. 

Maureen had no such complications. She attained her sexual release with a 
partner. She relied heavily on oral love to bring about the desired goal, 
the stimulus of tickling being essential in her case. 

"An orgasm without tickling to me is like a steak sandwich without the 
steak," she told the psychiatrist. "Oh, sure, I could bring myself to a 
climax without it, I know. I've done that on rare occasions. But I always 
feel cheated. And I have a strong feeling that Tim [her husband] feels 
cheated, too. I know down deep inside that he digs my oral subtleties just 
as much as I do." 

Maureen related how a night of her lovemaking went. 

"I set a real mood. First, it begins with a good dinner. Not the regular 
quickie that most working wives prepare. As a matter of fact, the elaborate 
and fancy meal was a clue to Tim that I was turned on for action. I had 
snowy linen, candlelight, soft music, wine-the works. I made it a point to 
wear my most revealing dress, too. No bra. I've got breasts that need little 
support. I also used a subtle perfume. By the time dinner was over, Tim was 
up like a bull. 

"But I never permitted rushing at this stage. The build-up was the best 
part. I let him catch glimpses of my thighs as I moved around to serve him 
coffee and brandy. And when I bent over to pour the coffee, I made sure my 
flimsily covered breasts were right under his nose. He always tried to pull 
me down to him, but I held it to a gentle kiss at this stage-well, gentle in 
one way and not so gentle in another. I tickled his lips with my tongue even 
as I flicked my fingers tenderly around his head and hair. That always 
steamed Tim even higher. By this stage he was ready to take me to bed, but I 
knew that the anticipation was half of it and I refused to let him rush 
things. 

"I insisted on a little dance right there in our own living room. Despite 
the thick carpeting on the floor, we circled the area in comparative ease. 
Tim would pull me up tightly to his body and his penis would be up like a 
rock. I played my part well. I always resisted his passionate move by 
pulling away even as I encouraged him with tender glances and little 
squeezes of the hand. 

"I would start more of my tickling action by caressing the back of his neck 
and shoulders with one hand. I went this move one better by making certain 
my lightly fluttering fingers strayed far down toward his waist and just 
above his buttocks. There, I swiftly described light, sensitive arcs over 
the hard cleft of his cheeks. But not too presumptuous, even at this point. 
Merely the hint of things to come. 

"I made my man feel as if it were our wedding night every time we had 
intercourse! I made a little ritual of taking off my clothes-rather, I let 
Tim make a ritual of it. I played my part with restraint. That very 
withholding sent him blazing with passion. By the time he had me stripped, 
he was fully aroused. Then, it was my turn. I took off his garments. And we 
both did something that was out of the normal pattern. Instead of placing 
our things neatly on chairs or whatever, we let them fall and stay on the 
carpet so that a small trail of intimate garb followed us on our way to the 
bathroom. 

"Our bathroom is no ordinary one. It's twenty feet long and almost that 
wide. The floor is thickly carpeted in pale yellow wool. It's so luxurious 
you could easily sleep on it. Most bathrooms have bright lights. Ours has 
only a faint and subtle shade of golden glow emanating from the indirect 
source along the ceiling edge. And the ceiling! Ah! Fully mirrored. Only our 
mirror wasn't the regular type. It was tinted a light shade of mauve to lend 
the illusion that the entire room was bathed in golden sunlight. Even the 
most ordinary of bodies looked entrancing under the flattering illumination 
thrown over it. 

"Oh, yes! Before I forget. One other key thing. The air ventilator in our 
bath could be reversed. The faint whisper of air that played from it in this 
reversal was something to further arouse sexual desires. I had placed a 
small vial of my most intimate perfume up there so that the atmosphere was 
soon laden with my scent. It not only fanned Tim to the highest points of 
lust but it served to inflame my own desires. 

"Tim and I would hold each other tightly. Then, we would sway as our roving 
fingers lightly played over the sensitive skin areas that denoted sexuality. 
Tim did his best to match my tickling action, but I must admit that he was 
far below my tremendous skill. It's not too easy for a male, anyhow. Their 
sense of touch is so much more muscular. When they think they're being truly 
delicate, they're still a touch too heavy. I have tickling down to a fine 
art. My fingertips barely skim the aroused skin without ever really leaving 
contact. And my tongue is even more sensitive. I can flick it over any 
portion of a man's anatomy in subtle strokes that are barely discernible. 
Then, for contrast, I can suddenly lash with it to startle the man into 
near-defensive withdrawal. But that's only to be done sparingly. The tongue 
loses much of its effectiveness when wielded with force. Anyway, I lightly 
and tenderly played my fingers over Tim's naked back and buttocks. 
Meanwhile, my tongue was carrying on its role in more exciting patterns. I 
tickled Tim's lips, his cheeks, his chin, his eyelids, his ears, and even 
his nostrils. I delicately let the tip flick into these available apertures 
and then dart away. I slowly slipped to my knees onto the thick carpeting of 
the bathroom, drawing his body down with me. 

"All during this prelude, we basked in the golden glow of the reflected 
light and the shade of yellow exuding from the thick upholstery beneath us. 
Our bodies shimmered and shone as we quivered under the delicious contacts 
we were establishing. 

"Now, came the part that I like the best. I let Tim position me on my back. 
This way I could look up easily at the mirrored ceiling and see all the 
wonderful action we were engaged in. Then I would work us around so that we 
were in the sixty-nine form. Now, I could tickle at my husband's vital area 
with my trained tongue. I would diddle my mouth and tongue from Tim's 
scrotum to his rectum. I liked to think of this as my journey to joy. I 
would be in sheer ecstasy as I tickled, licked, probed, and kissed this 
entire area. 

"And Tim returned my orality in spades. He nuzzled my hairy apex with his 
mouth, and he knew how to use his tongue. He couldn't tickle with the 
sensitivity I displayed. He used the bludgeon attack instead. And it wasn't 
bad! He glued his tongue and lips to my vagina so hard I almost bounced him 
off my body. He reacted by wedging his tongue way up inside my fiery maw and 
began hammering his tongue in and out just like a male would employ his 
penis. 

"It brought the strangest compulsion over me. I wanted to hit back at his 
sex organs with as much force as he was utilizing. Yet, another hidden voice 
warned me that this was not the best method with him. My instinct told me 
that the delicate tickling tongue would bring far greater rewards to both of 
us. So, I restrained my urge to thrust my tongue fiercely at his sexual 
parts and, instead, I resorted to gentle, tender little flickings of the 
tongue-tip to send him into greater frenzy. 

"He chewed away at my receptive vaginal tract for what must have been a good 
half hour. He tried to pressure his mouth onto my clitoris, but I balked 
here. I made him understand one thing. The clitoris was to be saved for the 
very last. I knew that when he began to work on that, I would be aroused to 
the greatest climax. Everything would be downhill after that plateau. So, I 
convinced him that he must be patient in reaching the clitoris. It wasn't 
easy for him. Under the tremendous passion generated between us, he had to 
fight to keep from taking it. 

"It may seem that I make the clitoris sound like a great treat. It's true 
that it's nothing more than a small button. But no button in the world ever 
triggered such emotion as the clitoris. It was like an atomic explosion when 
he mouthed it. And, knowing how stimulating the little button could be to 
me, Tim found great sexual joy in lavishing his oral love on it. After all, 
in sex, a great deal of the excitement comes in knowing that one is able to 
create such tremendous reactions in the partner's body. 

"And I learned a man has a little button just under the seam of his 
testicles. Not as large as the clitoris, perhaps, but still there. At least, 
Tim has it, and so did the other men I engaged in love bouts with earlier 
before our marriage. Of course, it is nothing at all in sensitivity to the 
female clitoris. It is slightly more than an added fold of skin at the 
joining of the rectal opening and the base of the testicles, but it turned 
my Tim on with intensity when I gave it the old once-over with my tongue. 

"Anyway, Tim knew he was not to work at my clitoris until the last moments 
of our wonderful sex matches. I knew the value of stimulating him by playing 
my oral skill in the area of his rectum. I would tickle and caress his anal 
opening with my tongue. But I restrained from driving it up and into the 
sensitized region until I had my man moaning and groaning with lust. 

"Then, with subtle, feather-light flicks, I would tantalize Tim to near 
frenzy as I played my flexible tongue in and out of the immediate opening. I 
liked to picture my tongue as flashes of summer lightning, but lightning 
that did not find its target instantly. 

"Another factor that served, to speed me on my journey of joy was the 
wonderful thrill of being able to look up from between Tim's thighs as I 
tickled and kissed his balls and rectum with my demanding oral powers to the 
scene that was captured overhead on the mirrored ceiling. I loved that 
sight: Tim spread over my naked body ... with the contrast of my creamy 
whiteness against the dark tan of his well-developed form ... my arms locked 
about his waist or buttocks-giving me a feeling of total ownership, 
dominance, as it were. 

"I don't know if I wanted to master him. I wanted him to know that I was his 
equal, certainly, in the art of love. I didn't want to harm him physically, 
or anything off-beat like that. 

"I guess perhaps I am being a bit contradictory. Let me put it this way. I 
wanted him to be my own. Sexually. I didn't want any other woman to ever be 
able to thrill him the way I was doing. Mind you, I didn't even get up tight 
over the fact that some other female would make out with him. That was okay. 
What I didn't want was for Tim to feel that there was any other woman in the 
whole world who could make him get as excited as I could with my tongue and 
lips. 

"As I watched our bodies gyrating in the soft yellow glow of the mirrored 
ceiling, I nearly lost my mind. It's hard to describe the sensations that 
tore through my naked, writhing form. I found my valley of love foaming with 
lust as he buried his strong face in my seething crotch. I wanted him to 
suck at me so strongly that he would rip me apart. Yet, I knew that it was 
better for both of us to delay reaching the maximum of passion so early. 

"I managed to break away from under him and, despite his efforts to hold me, 
rearranged our positions so that we were in the so-termed 'normal' coitus 
pose. I sucked his lips to mine and then began tickling him with my 
sensitive tongue and lips. I nuzzled and tantalized him to near frenzy with 
this action even as I guided his long thick penis along my soft moist thighs 
with one free hand. With the other hand, I tickled his smooth skin along the 
tender area of his buttocks. 

"I could feel the hard hot tip of his massive organ pushing at my hairy 
moist entry. It wasn't the heady thrill, of course, that his orality 
produced down there, but it wasn't exactly platonic, if you know what I 
mean! He wedged it in with one mighty shove, and I felt the devastating 
force of his manhood slithering far up into my vagina. I knew I had control 
of him now. A bit too much pressuring from me, and he would climax. So, I 
eased off. I did not let up on my tickling of his features, however. I 
worked my willing tongue and lips over and around his mouth, chin, and into 
his cavern of oral joy. 

"Tim tried to hump into me with more force to attain the release he 
wanted-and yet, didn't want. That's the paradox of love. Both the male and 
female hammer and pound their sex organs at each other to gain orgasm. But 
the fulfillment of this very climax deprives them of the real thrill. Who 
was it who said the most terrible joke nature ever played on man was sex? 
Voltaire? So, I wisely did my best in all our sexual sessions to delay Tim's 
climax as much as I could. I played my vagina against his great engorged 
penis just as a concert violinist plays the bow across the tender, sobbing 
strings of his Stradivarius. But no Stradivarius ever created could engender 
the symphony Tim's mighty organ could! 

"Again, in this position, I could peek up past his head to spy on our 
convulsive moves in the mirror overhead. I loved the way he surged his dark 
buttocks upward and then downward at my willing frame. Every time he reared 
up to gain more momentum I could see the entrancing opening of his rectal 
passage. The dark hole stimulated my thoughts even more. I engaged in weird 
fantasies as I pictured my entire body being sucked up into the whirlpool of 
that small orifice. 

"I liked to entwine his buttocks with my silky legs to pull him deeper 
within me. Again, the exciting contrast of my creamy thighs against the 
background of his darker, hairy back and limbs was nearly too much. I 
flicked and lashed my tongue at his features to tickle him into convulsive 
acts. He would pound his huge penis savagely into my willing loins to offset 
the tremendous emotion my tickling orality produced in him. I had to be 
extremely careful at this stage. His organ was throbbing with pent-up 
passion and I knew that even the slightest erotic deviation could well 
trigger his climax. That, I had to avoid-at least at this particular point! 
Past experience had shown me that once Tim creamed, he was pretty well 
finished with truly exciting love-play for some time. We women are different 
about sexual play. Even after we attain the maximum orgasm, we're still 
ready for more. We hate to lose any of the precious physical contact we're 
experiencing. Now, males are something else. Once they've shot their load, 
they're completely disinterested-at least, for another half hour or so. All 
they want to do at this stage is get away or go to sleep. 

"When I realized that Tim's penis was due to explode, I quickly reversed 
positions again. I deftly captured his head between my smooth muscular 
thighs and, at the same moment, began tickling his testicles with my hot 
breath to arouse him just another notch higher, but not too much so! 

"Tim was so aroused he adopted a semi-kneeling pose so I could get at his 
genitals with my relentlessly probing and tickling mouth and tongue. He 
hungrily buried his lips into my blazing cavern of womanhood, and his tongue 
sought out the very apex of my love machine. I felt the intensely powerful 
contractions of his oral muscles as they functioned upon my vagina. My sobs 
and gasps of joy escaped as I alternated between tickling his great organ 
with my own mouth and crying out in the wilderness of love. I tightened my 
thighs more powerfully upon Tim's head to suck as much of him into my body 
as I could. I began reacting like a crazed beast. I lurched my body, 
twisting so that, suddenly, I was on top and Tim was beneath me. I was the 
aggressor in every sense now. I reared my naked, gyrating body almost up to 
a seated position with only my lashing tongue establishing contact between 
Tim's immensely long organ and my oral gifts. 

"Neither of us missed one precious stroke with our all-conquering tongues. I 
thought Tim's appendage was into my cavity so far that he had substituted an 
electric eel for it. He rotated his exciting tongue all across the walls of 
my hot, moist inner flesh. And he was sucking so viciously that I feared he 
might vacuum my very insides into his ravenous mouth. 

"Then, my greatest moment arrived. Now, I was ready for it. As if by a 
prearranged signal, his tongue retreated just far enough to envelop my 
precious clitoris. He bit on it very gently, taking it between his front 
teeth. Now, his all-knowing tongue began to flit across my dynamite button. 
I thought my entire body would explode into a thousand units of atomic 
energy. I felt as if no part of my quivering body was real except my 
throbbing vagina and my sensitized clitoris. My target area down there 
actually expanded to take over my entire being much as an amoeba which 
devours all it encounters and builds, builds, builds to enormous size. Then, 
the world seemed to spin and revolve in dizzying cycles as my loins poured 
forth my love in enormous orgasms." 

Subsequent interviews with Maureen confirmed the psychiatrist's theories. 
She was a fairly well-adjusted woman with few neuroses. Her life, except for 
a few extramarital encounters, was free of compromises with conventional 
morality. She was unduly addicted to oral tickling acts. There was no doubt 
that she attributed far more importance to her oral fetish than it deserved. 
Maureen, it was apparent, submerged other equally rewarding sex acts to 
concentrate on tickling. Too much of any one thing eventually becomes 
wearying. The psychiatrist felt that ultimately Maureen would discover her 
intense fascination with oral tickling to become a trifle routine and would 
be forced to turn to other forms of sexual release. 

CONCLUSION 

The findings of this study clearly point to one main fact: simply, that 
human sexuality is a many-faceted thing and cannot be suppressed easily. 
Even a society like our own which, despite the recent "sexual freedom" 
expression, is still officially and legally a sexually repressive and 
inhibited one, fails to totally submerge the great sex drives within us all. 
The clash between society in general and sexual impulses causes endless 
individual and group conflicts and contradictions. 

Orality is one area in particular that brings forth the greatest confusion. 
While there is a slowly awakening group of legislators and officials who are 
realizing the importance and prevalence of this sexual expression, there are 
still too many authorities who shun the act of oral love as "indecent". Oral 
fetishes are singled out for stern appraisal by civic leaders who privately 
indulge in the very practices they publicly frown upon. Yet the taboos are 
not readily erased, and the public in general bows to higher authority. At 
least, in the open. In the privacy of the boudoir, things are different. 

Sex has always been a highly personal thing, even in group gatherings, 
paradoxical as this statement may seem. In the final analysis, the act is 
reduced to two, three, four, and rarely, five principals. Surely, this fits 
the description of "personal" closely enough for our analysis. Whatever 
takes place between these consenting partners in private is purely their 
business, so long as they do not attempt to dictate their attitudes and acts 
upon others further removed. 

Oral fetishes play a very vital part in our living pattern today. This phase 
of sexuality may not be the reader's outlet for gratifying sexual release. 
Chances are quite strong that the majority of us do find a new and exciting 
sex-life in orality. For a great many, oral fetishes are the only way to 
fulfill the fierce hungers that cry for expression. Every human being has 
his or her own peculiar yearning and every human should be given the right 
not only to discover and understand this drive but to function within the 
framework of that particular expression. 

Oral fetishes serve a positive purpose in many lives. A great percent of the 
time they serve to restimulate sexual activity and love interest between 
jaundiced couples whose sexual activities have degenerated to the point of 
complete indifference. Despite the rising wave of divorces in America, it is 
still normal human behavior to want to preserve home and family life. If, as 
evidence clearly points, oral fetishes protect these precious things, then 
we should take steps to utilize the potent weapons in our possession. 

Only when oral love and oral fetishes become physically dangerous to the 
well-being of the principals do we have to stop to take stock of the 
situation. Once alerted to the good and bad in any human pattern, we can be 
on watch for the dangers inherent in the relationships necessary for 
complete sexual fulfillment. 

The libido of an oral fetishist need not be hypersensitive. In many cases, 
the sex drive may very well be lower than average, nearly dormant in some 
instances. In these patterns, the matter of oral fetishes is nearly 
pathologic. By this we mean certain sexual mental states that may have 
originated in childhood or even infancy. The actual complex pattern cannot 
be easily defined, nor are our current medical minds completely at ease over 
the situation. Some maintain that preferred oral-fetish acts border on, the 
pathologic. Others declare with just as much certainty that orality arising 
from absolute necessity is entirely acceptable. 

To pass judgment in a total, ultimate fashion implies perfection in the 
judge. To this date, we have yet to meet a perfect human being. There never 
has been and never will be such a paragon. Only those completely without 
faults should set themselves up as moral judges of what others do. All else 
is personal opinion, personal attitude, personal belief, and personal 
desire. Everyone has a different concept of living and a different attitude 
about sexual, emotional and spiritual expression. 

We still live in a world of half-truths. Our actual experience in living 
must find itself somewhere between the musty morality of past generations 
and the "new" attitudes of the "in" group. This middle line is exactly where 
we, ourselves, place it. In a free society, it is our legal, spiritual, and 
moral right to decide just where we wish to draw this middle line-so long as 
this decision does not harm or conflict with the well-being of our fellow 
beings. 

Therefore, in the final analysis, we can point out that oral fetishes are 
expressions of which every one of us should be cognizant. We must pay 
attention to oral fetishes as they relate to our more youthful members in 
society. It behooves all of us to encourage freedom in better living. If 
oral fetishes can be of aid to this idealistic existence, then we should 
encourage these actions even if we personally may not agree with the 
principles involved. Only with this more liberal attitude will we be able to 
create a more secure form of living to present our forthcoming generations. 


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Ellis, Albert. The Folklore of Sex. New York: Bernard Geis Associates, 1968. 

Fromm, Erich. The Art of Loving. New York: Harper and Row, 1956. 

Kirehner, Walther. Western Civilization, New York: Barnes and Noble, Inc., 
1962. 

Kling, Samuel G. Sexual Behavior and the Law. New York: Pocket Books, Inc. 

Somers, John E. Sick Sex. Los Angeles: Venice Publishing Corporation, 1966. 


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