Oral Students
[aka 'Campus Mouth Lovers' or 'Best Mouths']
by Ted Hudson


CONTENTS
Introduction
CHAPTER ONE Linda and June: Best Mouths on Campus
CHAPTER TWO Debbie: Black Is Beautiful
CHAPTER THREE Tom: The Initiation of the Mouth
CHAPTER FOUR Danton: A Case of Need
CHAPTER FIVE Ted and Sara: The First Time
Conclusion
Bibliography 


INTRODUCTION 

"I found out a little too late that it wasn't exactly a run-of-the-mill 
college club I was being initiated into. It was just a place for a bunch of 
real weird freak-outs to do their thing. But now that the worst part is 
over, and I've been initiated into the goddamned thing, I'm having a ball. 

"I can remember that night of initiation like it was yesterday. The guys in 
the club hadn't given me any clue on what to expect, and I guess that was a 
good thing. Because, probably, if I had known what was coming, I would have 
got my ass out of there fast. But now I'm glad that I didn't. 

"The first thing they did was make me slug down a big water tumbler full of 
vodka. Christ, I sputtered and coughed all over the place, but finally I got 
it down. Then they made me strip down to the buff. My arms got tied behind 
my back and I was to sit quietly in that room until they came for me. For 
the next hour the only person I saw was the guy who kept coming in with more 
vodka, which he made me drink. Man, I'll tell you, by the end of that hour, 
I was really smashed. I mean I couldn't even see straight, and when they 
told me to stand up, I couldn't. Not without help anyway. 

"Finally, though, the waiting period was over. I was escorted by five of the 
club members down to the meeting hall. I can remember feeling like a stupid 
ass, you know, being bare-assed naked and tied up and everything. I felt 
like a goddamned kid. When we got to the meeting room, the door was locked 
behind us. I didn't know what the shit to expect. 

"First I had to go through a whole lot of bullshit about upholding the rules 
of the club and never mentioning what the initiation consisted of. I agreed 
to everything. 

"There were about twenty guys in there, all sitting around quietly. But as 
soon as I got there, the action started. 

"A small stage had been built at one end of the room. The lights were dimmed 
and a spot thrown on the stage. The president of the outfit then introduced 
the center of attention for the night. But it wasn't me. 

"It was a great-looking redhead, with a tremendous set of tits. She was as 
naked as I was when they led her up to the stage and had her plop her ass on 
the bed. That was the only stage prop: a bed. Naked mattress. They hadn't 
even bothered to put a sheet on the goddamned thing. 

"As soon as the redhead was situated, the president-a real asshole named 
Stanley-turned around and started to make a speech. It took about ten 
minutes, but the gist of the thing was that, as president, he was going to 
claim the first fuck. 

"He didn't even take his pants off, just opened his pants and pulled his 
whang out. He aimed it at the pussy on the bed and started slamming it to 
her. You could tell by the way the redhead's pussy sucked up that cock that 
she was real used to having pricks shoved in her. Stanley did a pretty 
goddamned thorough job on that cunt. He was built pretty big and he kept 
lunging against her ass, pushing that cock of his deep into her cunt. After 
a while, you could tell the redhead was starting to eat the action up. She 
started thrashing around on the bed, pushing her cunt up to meet that 
pile-driving cock. Man, it was really a turnon to watch. I know, because my 
old pecker was standing up, raring to go, after just a few seconds. 

"That redhead kept moaning and Stanley kept throwing his prick into her. 
Then he stiffened, and without making one goddamned bit of noise, he started 
to pump come into her hole. 

"That sticky come spurting into her gash must have set the fucking redhead 
off, too, because she arched her back, groaned even louder, and her whole 
body shook like a leaf. 

"As soon as Stanley was done dipping his prick into that slippery hole, he 
pulled out and turned around to the rest of us in the room. He got a round 
of applause for his efforts, which he acknowledged by bowing deeply. But 
then the fun and games were over and it was my turn. 

"'Bring the creep up here,' Stanley says, which didn't sit too well with me. 
I mean, being called a creep. But whether I liked it or not, I was the 
creep' that night. 

"I was led to the stage and pushed up on it. Stanley looked at me for a few 
seconds, sort of like you'd look at something that just climbed out from 
under a rock. 'Okay, creep,' he said. 'Eat out her pussy.' 

"Now, man, I had to think about that for a few seconds. I mean, I'd sucked 
on a lot of pussies in my life, but never after some guy had shot his wad up 
there. I mean, that's enough to turn anybody off. 

"My cock, which had been hard from the time Stanley had first climbed up on 
top of that redhead, drooped and wilted within seconds. The whole bit turned 
me off so much I was determined not to do it. But those assholes had a way 
of persuading a guy to do what they wanted. 

"The persuader was a little pole called a cow prodder. It looks sort of like 
a long baton, and the damned thing is electrically charged. I mean, as soon 
as the tip of that goddamned thing touches you, you get a real nice electric 
shock. They use the damned things to keep cattle from messing around, so you 
can imagine how much damage the goddamned thing did to my bare ass. 

"What I'm trying to say is that the thing hurt, and every time they'd jam 
that thing against my ass, or anywhere else, I'd jump a foot. After about 
four charges I was ready to do anything, even eat out a slimy, slippery, 
come-filled pussy. 

"I guess the redhead had been used in these little initiations before, 
because she acted like she knew what was coming. She just lay back and 
spread her legs. That fucking Stanley must have saved up his come for three 
weeks, because I saw the sticky shit leaking out of the redhead's pussy. I'd 
never seen so much come before. And here I was, expected to get down on my 
knees and eat and suck it out of her box. 

"One more jab with that cow prodder and they had me down on my knees. I 
still hesitated before sticking my face into that slimy hole. But another 
jab got me going. 

"The first lick was the hardest. I gingerly stuck my tongue up against her 
big cunt and took a little lick. I gagged. Sure as shit, I gagged, but for 
my trouble I got a really high voltage zonk with that goddamned prodder. 

"So I started in licking. The redhead reached down with her hands and spread 
her own pussy lips. Goddamn, she looked like a fucking three-car garage. And 
sloppy wet, too. 

"But I'll tell you something. Once you get over the shock of sticking your 
tongue up against some guy's come and get to licking and sucking that pussy 
real good, you sort of forget what it is you're taking down your throat. 
After just a couple of seconds of sucking and lapping on that gorgeous cunt, 
I was feeling great, and my dick was as hard as a rock again. 

"Man, I was really starting to enjoy it. After the come was out of there, 
her pussy started tasting real sweet. And she was a hot little bitch. The 
more I lapped, the more excited she got. She moved around on that bed like 
she was crazy. She reached down and tried to force my head even farther 
inside that hole of hers. She was asking for as much as I could give her. So 
I stiffened my tongue and ran it straight up into her hole. I swirled it 
around, giving her pussy walls a good cleaning. Then I'd back off a little 
and take care of her pussy lips. Lick on them and then bite real gently on 
them. Christ, she was having a ball. And so was I. 

"When I found her little button of a clit I went to work on it. I would have 
expected a fucking whore like she was to have a clit the size of a banana, 
but it was really small. I had a hell of a time finding it, but when I did, 
I really went to work on her. 

"I pulled that little speck into my mouth and sucked on it as hard as I 
could. Then I took it between my teeth and gnawed sort of rough on it. I 
don't think she liked that too much-she sort of groaned in a different way, 
like she was in pain-but I didn't give a shit. I liked it, so fuck her. 

"As soon as she let me know she didn't like having her clit chewed on, I 
went to work on it rougher. Man, I gnawed on that little thing until she was 
ready to bust. The only thing was that at first she didn't like it and then 
suddenly she couldn't get enough. She yelled and screamed for me to work on 
that little button. So I did. 

"After maybe about ten minutes of my working on her clit, she screamed like 
somebody had just stuck her with a spear and sent a whole load of pussy 
juice flowing down on my face. Now I've been with some juicy broads in my 
day, but that gal had to be the juiciest. I'd never known a girl to actually 
come before. I mean, they had their climaxes, but this redhead was the first 
broad I'd ever been with who came almost like a man. 

"My face was sticky with come juice when they stuck that prodder up against 
my ass again and told me to stand up. By now I didn't want to leave that 
gorgeous pussy of hers. I would have liked to suck on that thing for the 
whole night. And that's just about what I did. 

"As soon as they got my mouth away from her pussy, the big Swede, Olaf, got 
up on stage. Old Olaf didn't have a brain in his head, but he played a mean 
game of football, and he had the reputation of having the biggest piece of 
meat on campus. His approach was a little more personal than Stanley's had 
been. Olaf at least took the time and trouble to strip off his clothes. 
Right away you could see his reputation was well earned. He did have the 
biggest cock I'd ever seen in my life, and the goddamned thing wasn't even 
all the way hard yet. 

"He got up on the bed, between the redhead's legs. She took one look at that 
prick of his and started to shake. I couldn't tell if it was from fear or 
anticipation. 

"He spit on his hand and smeared the saliva on his dick. Not that he had to, 
because that bitch was wet as she could be. But I guess Olaf knew what he 
was doing, because as soon as his hand touched his cock with that juice, the 
damned thing got hard as a rod of steel. And it got even bigger and thicker. 

"He aimed his cock at that redhead's hole and with one gigantic shove lodged 
his whole fucking prick inside her. She screamed like she'd been impaled on 
a fence post, which is pretty goddamned near to the truth. 

"You could see from her face that Olaf was beating the hell out of her. And 
hurting her pretty bad. But pretty soon her cunt got used to that big pecker 
and she started riding with him good. He started to long-dick the shit out 
of her. He'd pull that monster out until just the very tip was still in her. 
When he was in that position, you could see her cunt muscles working to pull 
him back in. That redhead's cunt sure had a lot of suction working for her. 
Then Olaf would slam back into her, the full length. Then she'd let out a 
shriek and buck her ass up toward him, wanting even more of that cock muscle 
inside her. 

"The room was so quiet while all this was going on, you could hear Olaf's 
balls slapping against her ass when he pushed into her. He must have 
long-cocked that broad two hundred times before he shot, and she was still 
begging for more. You had to hand it to her; she sure liked her work. 

"Olaf jabbed her and slammed into her until the heat got too much for him. 
He moved even faster now, taking shorter strokes. Then she reached with her 
hands behind his ass until she had him in her as far as he could go. He 
stiffened and, with a roar that could probably be heard up at the Dean's 
office, he dropped his load. He must have spurted into her twenty times. And 
he kept on yelling. Man, it was the wildest thing I'd ever seen. 

"I talked to Olaf about a week after all this took place and told him he 
sure as hell ought to make a film. But he only laughed sort of vacantly. I 
don't think he knew what I was talking about. 

"Anyway, as soon as Olaf was finished with the cunt it was my turn again. 

"To tell you the truth, this whole bit was getting a little boring. After 
all, my cock had been hard as hell for a long time, with no relief, and when 
it got into that shape, I was miserable. 

"I was looking for something to fuck. I mean, as much as I like to lap on a 
pussy, I was about ready to get my rocks knocked off. I mean, I had to 
pretty soon or I knew I'd bust. 

"But it took only one prod with that damned electric rod and I was back down 
on my knees with my face stuck in her hole. This time there wasn't any waste 
of time on just tasting. This time I just dived in. I licked and scraped her 
pussy until it was whistle clean. 

"Then Stanley asked me if I wanted a chance to stick my cock up her hole. He 
didn't have to ask twice. My cock was wet and juicy so I just stood up, got 
the redhead to put her legs around my waist, and pushed into her. My cock 
almost breathed a sigh of relief. It felt so good sliding my hot prick into 
her pussy. I didn't give a shit if she'd been fucked by three hundred guys. 
My cock hurt so bad it was almost praying to get some relief. 

"But the assholes only let me have about three or four fast slides into that 
wonderful hot hole. Then they made me pull out and stay out. Christ, they 
just about had to drag me away from that pussy. 

"But now it was another club member's turn. They didn't give a shit how much 
my pecker hurt. I was starting to catch on the drift of this fucking 
initiation. They were going to get me so damned worked up, I'd just about 
bust. That's why my hands were tied. I couldn't even jerk my meat off. 

"Sandy, the next guy up, was a real slender redhead. His cock just about 
matched his looks, both in color and length. It was real long and skinny and 
about as red as the stripes on a flag. I didn't know it at the time, but 
Sandy had the reputation of being an ass-fucker. Seems everybody in the club 
had a reputation for doing something special. 

"Anyway, as I was to find out shortly, Sandy liked nothing better than to 
stick his cock up some broad's ass. That's all he lived for. That and 
biology. But that's another story. 

"He came up to the bed, buck-assed naked, his long, skinny cock hanging down 
to about his anklebone, and stood over the redhead's face. 

"She knew what was expected of her because she leaned up right away and 
started gobbling up his cock. Man, she let that whole fucking dork slide 
down her throat-not without trouble, but she got it all the way down. She 
had her nose stuck in the red hair above his dick, nuzzling him for all she 
was worth. She was really a suck freak, and man, was she fun to watch. 

"She lapped on that thing, and licked on it like it was the best tasting 
steak in the world. Just watching the two of them go at it, especially her, 
made you want to get up there and stick your cock in her mouth just about 
more than anything in the world. At least it made me feel that way. My cock 
was jumping and jerking around like crazy. 

"The suck lasted a long time. Even though she tried as hard as she could, 
that redhead couldn't get Sandy to shoot off. At one point he was holding 
her ears, keeping her head still, and fucked her face, his ass moving in and 
out toward her mouth like a piston. But still he didn't come, and from the 
way the redhead was working on him, you could tell she preferred getting his 
come in her mouth more than she did having his cock up her ass. 

"But she was getting a damned good salary, so when it came down to the 
nitty-gritty, she was willing to take Sandy's cock. Just about anywhere he 
wanted to put it. 

"His cock was slimy and slippery when he pulled it out of her mouth. And the 
goddamned thing hard was longer than it was when it was soft. So you gotta 
know how big that fuck pole of his was. But the damned thing hadn't got any 
thicker. It was just as skinny as when he started. But what he lacked in 
girth, he sure made up for in inches. 

"He got that redhead up on her hands and knees and started poking around her 
ass with his pole. "Use some grease,' she said. There wasn't anything around 
that was greasy enough, so somebody was sent out to the clubroom kitchen. 
The asshole came back with the grease can the cook used to store old bacon 
fat in. Well, shit, it was greasy. 

"Sandy reached in the can and brought his fingers out covered with a big 
glob of grease. He slipped his middle finger up the redhead's ass. Christ, 
even that turned her on. Then he dipped his fingers in the can again, and 
this time two fingers were shoved up inside that broad's asshole. Three 
fingers next. Christ, she must have had an asshole like the Grand Canyon. 

"Sandy spread a little of the fat on his cock and then walked around and let 
the redhead suck on it again for just a few seconds. Just long enough to get 
it slippery as well as greasy. Sandy seemed like he was a real pro at this 
ass-fucking bit. 

"He went back behind her ass and positioned himself. He held his cock in one 
hand and aimed it at her asshole. 'Slow, baby. Go slow,' the redhead begged. 

"Sandy grinned and told her sure, he'd go slow, and just as soon as the 
words were out of his mouth, he slammed that big cock of his all the way up 
her ass. Man, she howled like crazy. That must really have hurt. But no 
matter what she screamed, or how hard she tried to get away from his cock, 
Sandy just kept pumping it to her. 

"Man, I'd seen rough fucks before, but nothing like this. He long-dicked 
that broad for maybe ten minutes. Eventually, I guess, the pain lessened 
because she quit screaming so much, although I don't think she ever got to 
the point of liking it. And I guess that's what Sandy liked about the bit. 
He was getting all the pleasure and giving none. He's a real weird guy. 

"After that long, long ass-fuck, Sandy finally shoved his dick into her once 
more and kept it all the way in. His body stiffened, but he didn't make a 
sound when he started pumping come into that asshole. He shot for the 
goddamndest longest time. He must have poured quarts of jism into that shit 
hole. 

"And then it dawned on me. Before this, it was my job to clean up the mess 
with my tongue. And man, it was bad enough having to lick up some other 
guy's come from a pussy. I'd be damned before I'd lick some creep's cream 
out of a broad's asshole. 

"But that's exactly what they had in mind. They told me what they wanted, 
but I refused. 'Not on your ass,' I said. 'Do it!' they said. 'No,' I 
answered. An out-and-out, flat refusal. 

"But you'd be surprised just how fast that cattle prodder can make a guy 
change his mind. After a few jolts from that damned thing, a guy'll do just 
about anything. To, or for, anybody. 

"I'd agree to do it and they'd let off with the electric rod. I'd get in 
position and they'd back off to watch the show. Then I'd try to get out of 
there. Three times that happened. I just couldn't bring myself to put my 
tongue on that asshole. Man, licking cunt was one thing, but a broad's shit 
shaft? Never. 

"After the third time of my saying I'd do it and then backing off, they had 
a special treat for me. That cattle prodder was stuck right between my legs, 
on my balls. 

"Man, if I'd been on the track team I would have won world's record in high 
jump. I'd never had anything hurt like that. It even made me sick to my 
stomach. But they had me now. They told me it was suck out that asshole or 
the next time that rod would be put right on the tip of my cock. Just the 
thought of that made my head spin. Shit, they might have ruined me for life 
that way. 

"So, like a goddamned little Milquetoast, I got back down on my knees and 
put my face up close to that dripping asshole. I was already sick to my 
stomach from having that fucking electric pole shoved against my nuts, but 
when I looked at that asshole I was expected to eat out, I got even sicker. 

"I started to gag even before I touched the puckered little hole with my 
tongue. That gave the assembled assholes a good laugh. Then somebody put his 
hand on the back of my head and shoved my face up against her asshole. Man, 
then I really gagged. 

"I just couldn't do it, I told them. But then they went ahead with what they 
had threatened. They bent me back, so that my body was arched and my cock 
was sticking out, and they just touched that electric rod against the knob 
of my prick. Christ, talk about hurt! Nothing, nowhere, ever hurt as much as 
that did. My poor little pecker tried its best to shrivel up and get inside 
my body but it couldn't. It had to just stay there and suffer, like the rest 
of me. 

"But anyway, they had talked me into sucking out that asshole. Let me tell 
yCFu, brother, after that jolt I would have done anything. But I can't think 
of one thing worse to do than what they were asking me. 

"I put my face back up against that asshole. The redhead was still on her 
hands and knees with her ass sticking out in the air. The cunt was looking 
forward to having me eat her ass out. 

"I closed my eyes and let my tongue slip out of my mouth. I felt the tip of 
my tongue touch that slippery, slimy asshole. Oh, Christ, it was awful----" 

Obviously, Carl's fellow club-members thought what they were asking him to 
do, or as he says, "forcing him to do," was the most degrading act they 
could possibly imagine. 

Of course, the exaggeration of the act, and the circumstances under which it 
was performed, did make what he did degrading in the extreme. 

However, there is nothing inherently degrading in acts of sexual oralism. 
With the dissolution of our outmoded puritan ethics, more and more people 
are coming to the realization that oral sex can be stimulating and 
satisfying. Especially as a variation of the more "proper" method of male 
insertion of the penis into the female vagina. 

Oralism has become so respectable, in fact, that it is now included in 
topics covered by legitimate sexeducation courses. 

As part of the introduction to this text on the practice of oralism, it 
might be fitting to offer the comments and opinions of leading sexologists. 

Dr. Albert Ellis, a world-renowned writer on sexual matters, in his Sex 
Without Guilt, openly states: 

No one is being immoral if he or she engages in various kinds of 
oral-genital sex relations, no matter what conservative "authorities" say. 

Oral-genital heterosexual relations or other forms of extra-vaginal 
heterosexual acts are not even abnormal, but only arbitrarily defined as 
perverse by unscientific, Biblically inspired individuals. 

Caprio and Brenner regard the oralerotic impulse as present in every human 
being. "Fellatio and cunnilingus are compatible with normality," they state 
in Sexual Behavior, "provided there are no feelings of guilt or conflicts 
associated with the act." 

Edwardes and Masters, in their classic Cradle of Erotica, state: "The rising 
incidence of genitaloral relations is simply an indication that Americans 
are 'catching up' with the rest of the world." 

In other words, Americans who are enjoying and experimenting with oral sex 
are finally behaving as most other people in the world have always behaved. 

Bross and Gilbey, in their Complete Sexual Fulfillment, state categorically 
that there is nothing perverse or abnormal in oral sex. "However," they add, 
"some people simply may not be capable, psychologically, of adding oralism 
to their sexual repertory. If oral sex is repugnant to the individual, he 
should in no way include it in his technique." 

The oral compulsion has been present since the beginning of time. It, as 
well as many other areas of personal human behavior, should not be judged 
immoral or abnormal except on an individual basis. 

Society does, however, still condemn oral sex to some degree, no matter how 
much experts in the field of sexual response state to the contrary. Dr. 
Kinsey explains this phenonemon: 

Our culture considers that social interests are involved when an individual 
departs from the Judeo-Christian sex codes by engaging in such sexual 
activities as masturbation, mouth-genital contacts, homosexual contacts, 
animal contacts, and other types of behavior which do not satisfy the 
procreative function of sex. 

In other words, religious interpretations are involved in society's censure 
of mouth-genital sex acts. To the degree that, despite the prevalence of 
practice, oral sex is still "illegal" in most of the states of the Union. 
Illinois and New York have recently passed "consenting adults" laws which 
make any sex acts legal if the participants are over twenty-one and there is 
mutual consent involved. 

In Kinsey's Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, it is pointed out that 
"charges are likely to be severe if genital manipulation or mouth-genital 
contacts are involved, for these 'offenses' may be penalized as felonies in 
most of our States." 

This statement is elaborated in a footnote as follows: 

Although historically sodomy was confined to anal intercourse, today in most 
states some or all parts of mouth-genital contacts are specifically 
forbidden either as part of the sodomy statutes or in separate statutes. In 
many other states some or all mouth-genital contacts are included by 
judicial decision in the term "crime against nature" or sodomy; or 
mouth-genital contacts have been considered to be "unnatural," or 
"perverse," or "lascivious," or "grossly indecent" conduct under statutes 
forbidding such conduct. 

Illegality and penalties aside, it is evident that oral-genital sexual 
practices are widely accepted. 

John Yankowski, in his The Yankowski Report on Pre-Marital Sex, has found 
that 87% of all male respondents reported they had experienced hetersosexual 
fellatio between the ages of fourteen and thirty-five. 

In Modem Sex Techniques, Robert Street says the following in regards to 
oralism: 

The practice of oral connection, in which the male and female genitals are 
stimulated directly by mouth, lip or tongue rhythms, received little 
attention and considerable neglect in printed discussions of human sexual 
traits. To begin with, the practice is completely normal. When millions 
engage in it and additional millions suppress the tendency, it can scarcely 
be regarded as otherwise. If the practice of oral connection is analyzed 
with an open mind, it will be found that the prejudices regarding it have no 
basis in fact; that a distorted imagination is largely responsible for a 
negative attitude. 

He then lists two reasons for prejudice against oral-genital sex relations: 

Firstly, the tendency is unconsciously associated with homosexuality, the 
thought of which is disagreeable to normal people, and secondly, the genital 
area of our bodies has always been regarded as of doubtful cleanliness. This 
"doubt" can be alleviated if both male and female observe proper hygienic 
habits. 

A final question a person could ask in regards to oral-genital sex relations 
is: Why? Why do people have the urge? 

One opinion is that many young women who practice fellatio, the act of 
taking the male organ into the mouth, do so because the sensual pleasure 
this affords them springs from deeply rooted, perhaps even long-forgotten, 
psychological needs. Perhaps, in extreme cases, it is a subconscious urge to 
castrate, derived from the first childhood experience when the female became 
aware that the male has an appendage with which she is not equipped. 
Frequently when small girls discover that there is a difference between the 
male and female organs, they feel jealous, slighted by nature, or perhaps 
even fantasize that something has "happened to theirs." 

With the bulk of an erect phallus in her mouth, the female, possibly 
subconsciously, realized that it is in her power to bite it, perhaps even 
sever it with her teeth. She also might subconsciously feel that by taking 
the organ in her mouth, she is "taking it from" the male, hiding it, 
depriving him of it, at least temporarily. 

Adding to this, Deena Winters, author of Oral Mothers states: 

Another motivating factor is presumed to be that in some childishly oriented 
way, the penis, at least slightly, resembles a huge nipple. It also 
represents the staff of life, the means by which a male impregnates a 
female, the means by which the life fluid is issued. 

There are other motivating factors, of course. In many instances, especially 
where there is a deep affection on the part of the female for the male 
involved, her enjoyment comes from the obvious fact that she is giving him 
such great pleasure in a different way. Sometimes, too, a female performs 
thusly through a desire for self-abasement, which can spring from any number 
of sources. 

In regards to the male and his reasons for finding pleasure in oral-genital 
contacts, a survey was recently taken by students of the Northwestern 
Psychiatric School. Dr. Paul W. Felix headed the school's surveying team. 
The survey found the following to be true: 71% of the males interviewed had 
practiced oral-genital contacts at least once. 28% performed cunnilingus 
habitually. Three main reasons were given by the males as to why they 
enjoyed cunnilingus: I) "It's different and extremely stimulating"; 2) "It 
gives great pleasure to the sex partner," and 8) "It's 'dirty,' 'way-out,, " 
et cetera. 

And finally, if tradition has any value, it is interesting to note the 
importance attached to oral-genital contacts by such volumes as the Kama 
Sutra of Vatsyayana. 

This book proscribes proficiency at fellatio. It even gives detailed 
descriptions on how to go about it, as follow: 

I) The fellatrice grasps the penis in her hand and caresses the tip lightly 
with her lips; 

2) holding the head of the penis in her hand, she bites roughly and kisses 
the stem; 

3) she thrusts the organ into her mouth, closes her lips tightly, then pulls 
away sharply-as if trying to jerk the member from the male's body; 

4) she inserts the penis more deeply into her mouth, blows on it, then 
suddenly withdraws; 

5) she holds the stem of the penis in her hand and while squeezing it 
violently bites the tip; 

6) she makes quick, fluttering motions with her tongue across the head of 
the penis; 

7) she takes half the penis in her mouth and caresses it with her tongue, 
simultaneously sucking with great vigor, and 

8) she takes the entire penis in her mouth and presses on it with great 
force, as if she sought to swallow the organ whole. 

Thus is presented a short, and not in the least exhaustive, study of the 
practice of oral sexuality. This book is an effort to present case 
histories, and explanations, in order that the reader may, if he wishes, 
remove his ignorance of the practice of oral sex. It is only by learning and 
trying to understand that we become better and more rounded individuals. 
Even after reading this book, you may look upon oral sex with disgust. But 
at least you will be aware that there are people who hold opinions other 
than yours. 

And it is the acceptance of that fact which is the sole purpose of our 
efforts. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Linda and June: Best Mouths on Campus 

"The first night we were in the apartment, I came in, looked in the living 
room and almost peed when I saw June giving head to this guy. And he had 
been a blind date for her that night. The first time she'd seen him. 

"He had his pants down around his knees and his ass was propped on the edge 
of the couch. He was lying back and letting Junie eat him up good. She was 
on her hands and knees, lashing out at his cock and balls with her tongue. 
She even leaned over and stuck her tongue around his asshole once or twice, 
just for a little variety. 

"But I guess I'm getting into this story a little fast. You see, Junie and I 
were the best of buddies our first year at school. We happened to be 
roommates, and we hit it off right away. The only problem was we both hated 
that freshman dorm. It was really nothing, with all those empty-headed kids 
running around talking about nothing but cock and doing nothing about it. 

"We made a pact, June and I, that the first chance we had, we'd get out of 
that haven of cockteasers and get ourselves an apartment. We got the chance 
when we were sophomores, and believe me, we made the most of it. 

"Frankly, I was a little shook when I saw Junie down on her hands and knees 
licking and sucking on that guy's prick. Not that I don't enjoy sucking on 
the joy stick myself, but this guy was nothing. I mean, he was a real loser. 
Not near good enough for June. But she was down there licking him off like 
he was the most beautiful of God's creatures. 

"I slipped back out the door and waited for a half hour. When I came back, 
the guy was gone and June was ready for bed. I had told myself I shouldn't 
mention any of what I'd seen, but just like any girl, my curiosity got the 
best of me. I wasn't in the apartment five minutes before I was admitting to 
seeing June and that creep going at it. 

"June wasn't the least embarrassed. 'But he was so ugly and such a nothing,' 
I said. 

"'I don't care what they look like,' June admitted. 'When I'm sucking on a 
cock I don't care what it's attached to. He could look like Quasimodo for 
all I care. It's the cock I'm after. I love it.' 

"I saw her point right off. I remembered that when I got going hot, nothing 
stood in my way either. And I'd sucked some cocks that were stuck on some 
pretty losing material. But, I had to admit, when you get down there with 
your head between a guy's legs and you're licking on a big and hard piece of 
meat, you don't really care about much else. 

"We didn't talk about the scene much after that. 

What am I talking about, 'much'? We didn't talk about it at all. We just 
enjoyed ourselves and did what we wanted. I didn't catch Junie giving head 
any more. 

"That was one of the things I really liked about her. She'd do just about 
anything-she was freaky as hell-but she never talked about it. Just the 
opposite of all other girls I knew. They were all talk and no action. 

"As I said, we were going along pretty well until the bills started coming 
in. Neither of us had realized how much more expensive it was to live in an 
apartment than in a dorm. We were strapped and we didn't even have enough to 
pay the rent. 

"Both of us were carrying pretty heavy schedules, so that eliminated a job, 
even part-time. We racked our brains for a week, really sweating getting 
evicted, when finally Junie came up with the idea that saved us. 

"She approached the subject very carefully. She didn't know if I'd go for it 
or not. 'There's one way we could make some money, and it wouldn't take much 
of our time.' 

"I had a feeling about what she was getting at, but I played dumb. 'How?' I 
asked. 'I mean, I'm carrying twenty hours and I don't have too much time at 
all.' 

"'That's what I'm getting at,' she said. 'I think what we ought to do is 
open a "head" shop.' 

"It took about five seconds to dawn on me just what the hell she was talking 
about. 'You mean suck for money,' I said. 

"She nodded her head. 

"Now, I know that sounds like the weirdest, worst idea in the world, but we 
sat and talked about it for a long while and pretty soon it was shaping up 
as a good idea. 

"First of all, there wasn't any way for the majority of guys to get their 
kicks in this bohunk town. No pussy houses or anything like that, and from 
what I'd observed, ninety-nine and nine tenths of the girls on campus would 
have shit green before they gave anybody any action. 

"And the kicker was that blow jobs were fast and safe. No big problem about 
getting pregnant from sucking on a guy's prick. It seemed like a great idea. 
The main drawback was we'd probably have two of the most rotten reputations 
in the whole world after word got out, but, to tell you the truth, neither 
of us gave a damn. We liked to suck cock, and if we could, why not make 
money at it? 

"The first thing to do was to get customers, and fast. The landlord, we were 
sure, would be paying us a visit at any second. 

"We were right. At ten o'clock the next morning, there was a knock on the 
door. It was the landlord's son. He was, he told us, after the rent, which 
was almost two weeks late. 

"We gushed and hemmed and hawed but, in the end, it was mine and Junie's 
mouth that saved the day. The guy was really rotten until June came right 
out and asked if he'd be willing to take a down payment. He thought a minute 
and said okay. Reluctantly. He thought we'd give him about five bucks. He 
was wrong. 

"As soon as he agreed to the proposition, Junie walked over to him and ran 
her hand down the length of his cock. Now this guy wasn't any chicken. 
Forty-five maybe, and kind of fat, with not much hair. He looked like the 
type who'd have about three kids and a wife he hated at home. But he didn't 
have the looks to get anything on the side. 

"When Junie got to his cock, his mouth fell open. I almost had to laugh from 
the expression on his face. But Junie threw me a very hard look that told 
me, 'This is business, so keep it serious.' I got serious. 

"With a few movements of her hand, Junie had the guy's cock out. It was 
still limp; I guess because the guy was so surprised. But I walked over 
toward him and while Junie was wrapping her hand around his pecker and 
jacking him off gently, I got down and stuck my head up between his legs. I 
took one of his balls in my mouth and worked on it with my tongue. He let 
out a long, contented sigh. He didn't move all the while we were sucking on 
him. He just stood there, his eyes closed, his legs spread, and let us go to 
town. 

"I kept working on his balls while Junie bent over and took his cock in her 
mouth. It didn't take more than five or six slides with her mouth and the 
poor, overheated slob was squirting come in her mouth. Easy as that. 

"The guy was real embarrassed after it was over. He wanted nothing more in 
the world than to get out of that apartment. I'll take ten off the rent,' he 
said over his shoulder on the way out. Slam, the door was closed and our 
first successful, satisfied customer was finished. 

"June and I shook hands. 'Ten bucks,' I said. 'That's pretty good.' 

"'It's great,' June answered, Taut I don't think we'll be that lucky with 
many more of those guys. I mean, we'll be working with college kids, mostly, 
and they just don't have ten bucks for a quick blow job.' 

"For the next half hour we sat around trying to figure out our rate 
schedule. After coming up with different amounts, we decided to play it by 
ear. As much as the traffic would bear. 

"'And, hell,' I concluded, 'if the dick is a good one, I'm not above 
throwing in a little free service.' 

"Junie laughed. We were both in high spirits. And then a thought hit me. 
'Hey,' I said, 'what if some guy isn't satisfied with a blow job. What if he 
wants to fuck?' 

"After discussing that little eyebrow raiser, we decided that we wouldn't 
fuck. Too many problems. No fuck; only suck. That was our motto. Unless, of 
course, we were on our own. If we found something that we wanted to fuck us, 
it was up to us. But for business we used our mouths. 

"The next problem we had was customers. The landlord's son had been easy. 
Sort of a spur-of-the-moment action. But ten dollars, even if it was a good 
enough amount, was just a drop in the bucket. We needed some customers, and 
a lot of them. 

"I decided I'd hit Bert first. He was the manager of the football team, and 
a real go-getter. I mean, he knew everybody and everything about the campus. 
I'd give him some free head and maybe he'd spread the word around that we 
were available for a price. 

"I saw Bert the next day in the cafeteria. He was walking through the tunnel 
that led from the student union to the dorm where all the animals lived. 
That's what we called the guys who were on athletic scholarships. Bert lived 
there with them. 

"He was about in the middle of the dimly lit tunnel when I called out to 
him. He waited until I caught up with him. I had decided I'd be as brazen 
with him as June had been with the landlord's son. Actually, I was about as 
subtle as a billboard. 

"I walked up to him and stared right at his crotch. You'd be surprised how 
much that embarrassed some guys. Others don't give a damn and you can see 
their cocks growing while you're still looking at their flies. Bert was one 
of the latter. 

"In just a few seconds of my staring down at the bulge in his pants, his 
prick started to swell and shove down his leg. I decided, sight unseen, that 
Bert had a hefty piece of meat. 

"We didn't say anything at all until Bert asked me if I was interested. I 
nodded my head. And that damned son of a bitch dragged his cock out right 
there in the tunnel. Granted, nobody was around at the time, but someone 
could have been. Christ, the president of the college could have been 
heading that way at just that minute. 

"But that fact didn't stop either of us. Bert unzipped his fly and reached 
in his pants. He pulled both his cock and his balls out. And I had been 
right. He sure did have one hefty prick. It hung way down his leg, and I 
have to admit that the goddamned thing was pretty. 

"This wasn't going to be a business transaction; it was going to be fun. 

"I put a notebook down on the ground and slipped to my knees. I reached up 
with my mouth and took the head of his cock inside. He was hard as a piece 
of steel. And big. I almost gagged on the thing. But he took it easy with 
me. 

"He slowly shoved until the whole length of that giant dick was sliding down 
my throat. He kept whispering, 'That's it, baby. Take it all,' over and over 
again, and he forced more and more of his cock into my mouth. 

"Finally he had the whole thing lodged inside me. It was so big around that 
I had a hard time sucking on it. But he took care of that. 

"He reached down and took hold of my ears and began fucking my face. He was 
doing all the work. All I was there for was to supply the suction and 
swallow the come when he spurted it out. 

"He started moving faster and faster. He was plunging that cock down my 
throat now, giving me no chance to move or to breathe. So I just knelt there 
and took it. It was turning me on tremendously, too. I wanted that cock now. 
I wanted it more than anything else in the world. He got into a steady 
rhythm of fucking my face. Pound in, pull out. With almost lightning speed. 
Christ, what a cock he had and what a fucker he was. 

"But eventually I could feel his cock getting even harder and filling out 
even more. Then Bert groaned and pulled my face to his belly. I could feel 
the hairs above his cock mash against my face. He kept himself pressed hard 
against me, not let ting me breathe, not letting me move while he let spurt 
after spurt of come pour down my throat. He just kept spurting. I thought 
he'd never finish. 

"His load was too much for me to take. I could feel the sticky white liquid 
dribbling out of my mouth, down my chin. But I didn't give a damn. I would 
have walked out of that student union with come marks all over me. I 
wouldn't have cared. Bert really had me going. 

"Finally his come stopped flowing into my mouth. I had all of him now. But I 
wouldn't let go. I wanted to suck him and suck him until he was drained dry. 

"He let me work on his cock for about another thirty seconds and then forced 
my head away. 'That was great, baby,' he said, "but I get a little nervous 
after the deed. Especially out in the open like this.' 

"I reluctantly let go of his cock. It slurped when he pulled it out of my 
mouth. Just the sound a cock makes when it's pulling out of a tight, slimy 
cunt. And Bert's pecker was still hard. He was really some good suck 
material. I was only sorry I hadn't gone all the way with him before. 

" 

"Thanks for the treat,' he said and started walking away. The asshole. He 
didn't even ask my name. But I called after him. 'Hey,' I shouted after him, 
'I've got a favor to ask you.' 

"'I knew it was too good to be true,' he said, shaking his head halfway 
seriously. 'I thought maybe for one time in my life somebody'd do something 
for nothing.' 

"I caught up with him and we walked slowly toward the dorm. 'I suck a pretty 
good suck, don't I?' I asked him. He nodded. Then I explained what I was 
after. He stared at me for a couple of seconds, asked me if I was really 
serious, and then, after I told him I was, he said it was the greatest idea 
he'd heard in a long time. 

"He went on to say that he'd get us more customers than we could handle, 
only there was a stipulation. He wanted a cut. Two bucks for every cock he 
sent our way. I told him that was too much. We hadn't planned on charging a 
hell of a lot more than that for the suck job in the first place. With his 
commission he was liable to push us out of the blow business before we got 
started. 

"He agreed that maybe two bucks was too much. He agreed to a dollar per 
cock, and added that he himself would be entitled to freebies anytime he 
wanted them. I agreed to that right off. Bert had one beautiful cock and I 
wouldn't have minded sucking on that big fucking pole for a whole day. 

"We parted friends and half-ass business partners. Bert had told me he'd 
have some customers for us that night, so I headed home and got the body in 
shape. Bath, powder, perfume, the whole works. A half hour before Bert and 
his buddies were scheduled to show up, Junie came in. I told her about the 
deal, which pleased her, and then told her to get her ass in shape. 

"'It's not my ass that needs getting in shape,' she laughed. 'It's these 
beautiful, red lips.' She headed into the bathroom and was back in plenty of 
time for our first scheduled business venture. 

"Bert was right on time. At eight o'clock, the doorbell rang, and when I 
opened the door Bert tramped in, followed by four of the animals from the 
dorms. They were nice guys, seldom rough, just looking to get their rocks 
off. Just normal guys who somehow had learned how to handle some kind of 
ball and were being paid to go to school. I think the nickname that was 
attached to them was the result of jealousy by the creeps who had to pay 
their own way. 

"Anyway, the five of them marched in. No names were exchanged, except I'd 
seen all of them around campus. Bert, sort of smart-ass, asked where the 
other suck queen was, and I called Junie into the living room. That girl was 
too much. She walked into the living room from the bedroom stark-naked. Not 
one goddamned thing on her body. That got things going real fast. 

"We each took two of the cocks. I stripped my dress off. All I had on 
underneath was a little pair of pants. Both Junie and I walked over to the 
guys-they were standing, embarrassed, almost in a line-and started playing 
with the cocks through their trousers. They were stirred up fast, but still 
didn't move much. Then one guy got into the swing of things. He unzipped his 
pants and pulled his prick out. 'I thought you were going to suck on it, not 
just play with it,' he said with a sneer on his face. I nodded and got down 
quickly on my knees in front of him, still fondling my second trick with my 
free hand. I took the guy's cock in my mouth and lovingly started giving him 
the best blow job I could. No rush, just a lot of special loving attention. 
Like mother would. 

"That first guy's cock wasn't exceptionally big, but it sure as hell was 
hard and pointed. He even hurt me a little when he shoved that ramrod-hard 
knob back into my throat. But I adjusted fast. I slobbered over his cock 
like it was the last one in the world I'd ever eat. He got the special 
treatment, and he loved it. 

"I guess the action got the other three going, because within seconds, all 
four cocks were out of their hiding places, ready, willing, and anxious to 
have come sucked out of them. 

"I glanced over at Junie and saw she was doing the same thing I was. 
Alternating her mouth from one cock to another. Then she'd zip her head down 
between the guys' legs and tongue-bathe their balls, taking one at a time 
and sucking them gently until their owners about flipped their wigs. 

"I got so excited, seeing all this great action going on all around me, that 
I even shoved my head down farther and tried to get my tongue down between 
the one guy's ass cheeks. I wanted to lick out his asshole. Not much, just a 
little. At first he didn't know what I wanted but when he got the idea, he 
opened his pants, shoved them down, and then lay back on the couch. 
Everybody was going by that time, all except Bert that is. He just stood to 
the side, running his hand up and down his cock, waiting for everybody else 
to get out so he could get his head job. It's funny, but he never wanted any 
action when anybody else was around. 

"I had both my tricks down on the couch now, their pants down around their 
ankles. I licked all over their thighs-Christ, I even flicked them with my 
tongue behind their knees-and slobbered all over their dongs after working 
up a lot of saliva in my mouth. At one point I even took both their cocks 
into my mouth at once. Couldn't do much that way, though, even if both of 
them were on the small side. But at that point they started mauling on my 
tits, which were hanging out bare. I stopped sucking right off, then. 'None 
of that shit,' I said. 'You came for a suck.' 

"It wasn't that I minded their playing around, but I knew for sure that if 
they got me started I'd end up spending the whole fucking night with them, 
and they'd both have their cocks plunging away at my cunt. And I had a lot 
of studying to do. Dammit. 

"So I sucked on their pricks even harder, alternating on them, until they 
both started bucking on that couch, ready to toss their cream. I 
concentrated on one until I felt his cock get harder and start spurting 
good, hot cream down my throat. He moaned and groaned and poured come. It 
was wild. Then, as soon as he settled back, I attacked the other one. I got 
up high on my knees and rammed down with my mouth on that hard cock. It 
didn't take more than fifteen seconds before he was shooting his load all 
over the inside of my mouth. 

"They both really enjoyed the suck session, and I had, too. By the time they 
got up off the couch and got their pants up, I had seen that Junie was 
through with her two, too. They straightened up their clothes. 

"I was a little nervous about how to collect the money, but Bert took care 
of that. He walked up into the center of the action and said, 'That'll be 
ten altogether, boys.' Easy as that. One of the tricks pulled a ten-spot out 
of his pocket and paid for all four. They said a hasty good-bye and were out 
of the apartment. 

"Before he said anything at all, Bert pocketed the ten and pulled a 
five-spot and a single out of his pocket. He handed it to me. 'Pretty good 
for ten minutes work,' he said and laughed. I agreed and mentioned something 
about his not doing badly either. He just laughed. 

"'Now,' he said, 'I think I'll sample the merchandise. He walked over to 
Junie who was sitting and resting in a chair. He pulled out his cock and put 
it up to her lips. She gobbled on it like it was a juicy ear of corn, and 
I'll be damned if I didn't feel just the slightest twinge of jealousy. I 
sort of liked Bert...." 

As Napoleon once said, when referring to the French Revolution, "successful 
new thoughts always bring excesses." 

His opinion was really brought to confirmation in the case of the above two 
college sophomores. The girls, both products of their generation and the new 
"freedom of sexual expression," did indeed go to excess. 

In their case, both young ladies substituted expediency for morality. They 
needed money; they had what they thought was an easy and satisfactory way of 
supplying that need. The human nature, however, often has a way of spoiling 
what seem to be perfect solutions. So does the Establishment, as we'll see 
in the concluding segment of the girls' case history. 

It would be difficult for anyone who had not spent his or her adolescence in 
the aura of sexual permissiveness which pervades our society today to 
understand the motives of the two young girls, Linda and June, in pursuing a 
course which seems to us only the most perverse and deviated. There are few 
among us who would still condemn oral sex, but just as few among us who 
could condone the two girls' use of that sexual aspect. 

But let's examine their lives and see what motivated them. Both girls were 
offspring of average, middle-class parents. They were raised with little 
harassment and little discipline by their parents. They were both left on 
their own from about the age of fifteen. Their wants were supplied, but 
their most important one-guidance-was not. 

The girls necessarily accepted as gospel, since they had no other sources to 
learn from, the rebellious professions of slightly older, slightly 
revolutionary youngsters. These older teenagers supplied the guidance both 
girls sought. They accepted what was said, and made it their own. 

The result is a completely cynical attitude toward morality, and even toward 
a sense of what is right and wrong. If it furthers a personal end, it is 
correct. That is the girls' philosophy. 

In the monumental Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, by Kinsey, Pomeroy, 
Martin and Gebhard, we find considerable attention given to the most central 
manifestation of the two girls' sex drive-oral-genital contacts. 

The authors state, for example: "In about one percent of the cases studied, 
the male had made oral contacts with the female genitalia, and in about the 
same percentage of cases the female had been persuaded to reciprocate." 

And further along, the following is stated: 

Oral stimulation of the male genitalia by the female occurs somewhat less 
frequently than oral stimulation of the female by the male. Often the female 
makes such contacts only because she is urged to do so by the male, but 
there are a few females who initiate such activity and some who may be ... 
aroused by it. A few may even reach orgasm as they manipulate the male 
genitalia orally. 

And still another observation by Kinsey: 

... among the females of the younger generations who had had some (even 
though limited) experience in coitus, sixteen percent had stimulated the 
male genitalia orally. And among those who had had more extensive premarital 
coitus, oral contacts with the male genitalia were recorded in forty-three 
percent of the petting histories. 

Thus the conclusion: "Obviously, experience in coitus leads to a 
considerable acceptance of petting techniques which sexually inexperienced 
persons often consider taboo." 

Thus, by using Kinsey's research and findings as a basis, there is much we 
can tell about both our young subjects. First of all, both girls admit to 
being aroused by oral sex. That, according to Sexual Behavior in the Human 
Female, would indicate that both girls have at least limited experience in 
coitus. 

As a further conclusion, given the amount of times oral-genital contacts 
were practiced by the girls, the ease with which they adjusted to lives that 
could only be considered as degenerate by most, and the enjoyment they got 
from the act itself, it can be stated with practical certainty that both 
girls were, indeed, very experienced in coitus. 

Let's look for possible motivation. Both girls intimated that they regarded 
the practice of oral sex as "safe"-from pregnancy. From what source would 
such an attitude arise? Dr. Eustace Chesser, in her Unmarried Love, points 
out the following in this regard: "The main parental concern in regard to 
their daughters is the possibility of an unwanted pregnancy." 

Perhaps, and this is only a possibility since neither girl gives us much of 
a clue as to the influence of her parents except to deny all such influence, 
this "fear of pregnancy" was inculcated into their personalities. Just as 
religious principles and prejudices are handed on almost subconsciously from 
parent to child, so, too, in this case, might have been this fear of 
pregnancy. 

In this age of "the pill," it is hard to imagine young girls, who have had 
experience with all kinds of sex, using this timeworn and not very valid 
excuse to indulge almost exclusively in oral sex. 

Thus, one is tempted to say that evidence would indicate that both of them 
were merely looking for a good excuse for their actions. 

The human mind is a complex mechanism. And psychiatrists, psychologists, and 
sexologists are just beginning to scrape the surface of its understanding. 
Conjecture plays the most important role in all of these sciences. 

In a letter written to an associate, Dr. Freud expressed the following: 

... we are involved only in a large guessing game, doctor. Nothing can be 
stated with surety, either about the patient J or about anyone. Perhaps it 
is the unintelligible essence of our work which is the most fascinating. To 
say that a scientist is wrong in many regards in one of these cases is not 
to belittle his talent, knowledge or intelligence, since so much of the 
time, so many of us are wrong. 

Why did these two young girls act as they did? Seventy years or more after 
Freud wrote the above letter, expressing his frustration and fascination 
with his field, we are still conjecturing, still guessing. We suggest 
patterns of behavior and try to fit similar patterns together. Our 
interpretations are open to dispute. 

"After a while I would have given almost anything to have him slam that big 
prick of his up into my pussy. 

"The only time I had any trouble was when he went to Junie and had her suck 
him off. I sort of considered his cock all mine, if you know what I mean. 
But he always soothed things over by saying something boring like, 'Variety 
is the spice of life.' And then he'd laugh and I'd forgive him. 

"He had us averaging about fifteen cocks a week, which added up to enough 
money to pay our expenses. In fact, looking at it from an hourly wage point 
of view, we were doing damned good. And there were a lot of cocks to suck. 
Brown ones, white ones, yellow ones. ... Bert even got a few of the younger 
professors to partake of Junie's and my special sort of sexual release. 

"But if the truth be known, while Junie was taking half of the earnings, she 
wasn't doing half the work. In fact, she was slacking off more and more. But 
I really didn't mind. I liked sucking, and I was liking it better all the 
time. I was even getting a little worried at times about liking it so much. 
If I didn't have a prick to pull on with my mouth for just one night I'd 
dream about it all night and wake up with my cunt all wet and slippery. I 
guess you could say that sex was becoming, by far, the most important thing 
in my life. 

"We'd been engaged in our little business enterprise for about three months, 
when one day Bert walked into the apartment. He never knocked, just walked 
in. But I didn't mind. As usual I was sitting around the place naked. I'd 
gotten to the point of only putting on clothes when I had to. After all, you 
never knew when a customer would show up. 

"Anyway, he came in all excited and sat down, busting his gut to tell me 
something. He launched into his story. He had made arrangements with a guy 
who owned one of those girlie clubs to have June and me put on an 
after-hours 'special' exhibition. He had broached the subject to June and 
she had refused point-blank. You'd be surprised how snobbish she was 
getting. 

"'I called the guy back and he'll use just one girl,' Bert said, 'and you're 
the girl.' 

"He explained that all I had to do was suck a few cocks in front of some 
people--just like I'd been doing for months-and they'd pay me four hundred 
dollars. Half of that, of course, would go to Bert. But imagine, he said, 
two hundred dollars for just an hour's work. 

"Somehow the whole deal smelled like three-day-old fish. I just didn't want 
to do it, especially knowing that June had refused. I still respected her 
common sense, even if I didn't like her nearly as much as I formerly had. 

"But like I said in the beginning, Bert was a real good persuader. Since I 
was naked, he didn't have much trouble stirring me up. He started with my 
tits, just playing with them lightly. Then he leaned over and started 
licking on them. He had me in seventh heaven in no time. 

"But he really didn't get me going until he started biting down on my 
nipples. And I found that the harder he bit, the more he hurt me, the better 
I liked it. He caught on pretty quick, too, because after just a few seconds 
of his working on my nipples he was gnawing on them like crazy, and he had 
me really excited. 

"When he got down between my legs and started to stick his stiff tongue 
inside me, I started juicing up like mad. Christ, it felt so good and I'd 
been waiting so long for him to do something like that. 

"He started biting my pussy lips as hard as he had my nipples. It hurt 
terribly, but for some weird reason I got all the more excited. 

"Finally, he got up and opened his pants. His big cock sprang out, ready for 
anything. It was glistening with his own excited juices. The sight of that 
thing, and what he was going to do with it, literally had me out of my mind. 

"He got between my legs and lifted them up around his hips. He aimed that 
big dick of his at my cunt. 'You want it, baby?' he asked. 

"'Yes, Christ, yes!!' I screamed. 'Fuck me. Oh, fuck me good.' 

"'If Bert fucks ya,' he said, 'are you going to do what he asks?' 

"'Anything,' I shouted. 'Anything at all.' I would have let a herd of 
elephants fuck me if it had gotten Bert's cock inside me. 

"'You promise?' he asked, still aiming his cock at my cunt, pressing just 
the tip against the lips of my pussy. 

"'I promise,' I yelled. 'Now fuck me.' I was getting a little angry. I 
wanted that cock so bad. 

"Then he slammed it inside me. If pain was what I was after, I got it. I was 
split wide open with that cock. It lodged into me, forcing my whole insides 
apart. But I loved it. I wanted more. More pain. More cock. 

"Bert obliged. He pulled that big monster almost all the way out of me and 
then plunged once more into me. Again and again he fucked my pussy, never 
stopping, never giving me a chance to adjust. It was glorious. 

"He fucked me fast and furious, and in what seemed like no time at all, he 
stiffened and plunged his cock even farther and then shot his load. I didn't 
come. I hadn't had time. 

"I was a little disappointed in how quick Bert had come, but it had been so 
exciting, so thrilling to have that big cock ramming into me, I just 
couldn't bring myself to complain. 

"And as soon as he pulled out of me and went into the bathroom to wash up, 
he reminded me of my promise. Honest to God, I didn't even remember telling 
him I'd perform in his little exhibition, but if he said I did, I believed 
him. I decided I'd do it, but I still wasn't happy about the whole deal. 
Although the two hundred dollars sure would come in handy. 

"Bert went into the bedroom to use the phone. I heard him telling somebody 
that all you had to do was fuck me and I'd do anything anybody asked. That 
sort of made me angry for a couple of seconds, but then, when I started 
thinking about it, I thought why should I get mad at Bert for telling 
somebody the truth. 

"The arrangements were made for the following weekend. Friday night was my 
debut. Bert said he would drive me down about nine o'clock and then pick me 
up at two. I asked him to stay with me for the night, but he answered that 
he couldn't. He had a long-standing engagement, he said, that he couldn't 
break. 

"So there I was alone, sitting in a dumpy little dressing room, waiting for 
God-knows-what to happen to me. Nobody told me anything about what I was 
going to do or where, only that I was scheduled for midnight. And that I 
should be ready. 

"I only had one visitor before the show. This creepy-looking guy, who, it 
turns out, is the manager of the place, comes in and puts a fifth of cheap 
booze down on the table in front of me. 'Drink as much of this as you can,' 
he says. 'Only don't get sick. If you get sick I'll knock the shit out of 
you.' 

"I wasn't a hard liquor drinker at all. In fact, I sort of had a reputation 
as being the cheapest drunk in town. But drinking from the bottle gave me 
something to occupy my time, and it did seem to calm me down a lot. 

"I didn't hear anything except a drum beating from way on the other side of 
the club, and I didn't see anybody-except the manager-until about 
eleven-thirty. Then this real tall, real black Negro came in. He was dressed 
in regular clothes and he handed me this cheap-looking dress to put on. He 
stood there like he was waiting for me to put it on, so I took off my own 
clothes and slipped it on. He didn't bat an eye when I was naked, and even 
after I was dressed. If you can call wearing that dress being 'dressed.' 

"My tits were hanging out all over the place, and the dress, while being 
floor-length, had a slit up the side almost to my waist. I was dressed, but 
I was undressed, if you know what I mean. 

"The colored guy said only one more thing before he walked out. 'Remember, 
honey,' he says, 'what I'm doin' to ya don't mean nothing personal.' With 
that said, he left. 

"Now that little statement had me worried. I had got it from Bert that all I 
had to do was use my mouth on a few guys and the money would be mine. You 
know, like under the table, on my hands and knees and gobbling their cocks 
while they ate or something like that. I don't mind being degraded a little 
if I get paid for it. But this dude who had just left seemed to have a 
different idea on what my duties were. 

"But I was drunk enough by this time to let what he said bother me for only 
a few minutes. Then it slipped my mind. The booze had done nothing, I 
thought, but loosen me up and make me sleepy. I was anxious to get this 
whole deal over with so I could go home and get in bed. 

"About ten minutes to twelve, the manager came for me. He led me outside and 
up a flight of stairs. I could hear the music much better from where I was. 
In fact, it sounded like it was right next to my ear. 

"I followed the manager out onto a stage. The curtain was closed, but the 
stage was all set up with a barroom scene. A bar, some stools, a pool table, 
things like that. It was pretty elaborate. 

"The manager got me propped up on one of the barstools and got me posed so 
that my pussy was hanging out toward the audience. 'Stay like that,' he told 
me, 'and play it natural.' That's all he said and walked away. 

"So I sat there, drumming my fingers on the bar, anxious to get this 
goddamned thing over with. If I had known what was coming I wouldn't have 
been so anxious. I didn't drum for long, because all of a sudden a guy 
dressed like a waiter comes on stage and gets behind the bar. He hands me a 
glass filled with booze. 'Here,' he says, 'you'll need this.' 

"I just looked at him blankly and then took a long drink. 'You ready?' he 
asked. I nodded. He went over to the side of the stage and flicked the 
lights on and off, finally leaving them off. Then he got back into place 
across the bar from where I was sitting. 

"The curtain pulled apart and I was staring straight into about fifty 
gawking faces. What really threw me was that there were some women out 
there. 

"But I didn't have long to think about them. Very low, very sexy music 
started, and the bartender walks over toward me and acts like he's talking 
to me. In just a few seconds, the door to the barroom slams open and the big 
colored fellow I had talked to earlier walks in. He comes up to the bar, 
acting drunk, and orders a drink. When he looks my way the first time he 
does a real phony double-take and moves over behind me, on the next stool, 
away from the audience. 

"I didn't pay any attention to him. The manager had told me to stay in the 
position he put me in, so I stayed. Then, all of a sudden, while I'm sitting 
there, I see and feel this long black arm reach around my shoulder and move 
down my front. A big black hand reached under my dress and grabbed a whole 
handful of cunt. And he was rough about it. That made me mad, so I tried to 
turn around, but he held me with his other arm, facing toward the audience. 
That freaky group out there had gotten a real charge out of his grabbing my 
pussy. They really laughed that one up. 

"All of a sudden, the guy swings me sideways and he's standing there facing 
me. Only now his cock is sticking out of his pants, right at me. And I can 
tell you with no exaggeration that that was the biggest hunk of meat I'd 
ever seen in my life. And as far as pricks go, I'm sort of an expert. 

"That goddamned thing was stiff, but it was too damned heavy to stick up. It 
just sort of arched out into the air, and I'll bet my bottom dollar that if 
that thing had been stretched straight down, it would have hit him at the 
knee. I just sat there and stared at it. 

"The next thing he did kind of caught me off guard, too. He took hold of the 
top of my dress and ripped it. One good tug and the thing just left me. I 
was sitting on that stool bare-assed naked. Then he reached down and pried 
my knees apart and moved inside my thighs. He tried to get that black piece 
of meat in my pussy, but I wasn't having any of that. Not even for two 
hundred dollars. But he had different ideas. When I didn't cooperate, he 
slammed me alongside the head so hard I saw stars. 

"The blow stunned me just enough to give him time to ram that cock into my 
cunt. About halfway. He split me open. Hell, I had thought Bert was big, but 
next to this guy, Bert's was tiny. The thick black mass was stuck up into my 
pussy, hurting me like hell. I tried to struggle, but then another set of 
hands started holding me quiet. The bartender reached over the bar, grabbed 
my hands and pulled them back. As soon as I was held on top, the black guy 
pulled my legs farther apart and started slamming his cock as hard as he 
could right up into me. 

"He only fucked me for about a minute and then he pulled his cock out and 
pulled me off the stool. He slammed me again, not so hard this time, just 
hard enough to make me stumble and go down for the count. Right away he was 
at my face, his cock pushing against my mouth. He reached into my hair and 
pulled my head back so hard I had to give in to him. In a second I had his 
cock lodged in my mouth, choking me, not letting me breathe. 

"They got me into a bent-over position and then the bartender starts giving 
it to me from the rear. His cock was a monster, too. I don't know where they 
found these guys. All I knew, I was standing there with cock slamming into 
my mouth and cock slamming into my cunt. They got into a pretty good rhythm. 
And then the colored guy started playing around with my tits while he 
face-fucked me. That turned me on. In fact, the whole scene was turning me 
on. A whole lot. I started wiggling my butt, pushing my cunt farther on to 
the guy's cock in back of me. And I started going to work on the guy's cock 
in my mouth. 

"I sucked and licked, all the while getting fucked like crazy from behind. I 
pushed the colored guy toward the barstool and he propped himself up, his 
legs spread. I angled my tongue for his asshole. I shoved it up there and he 
let out a moan. This fucking bit might have been a job, but for at least 
once in his life, he was going to really enjoy it. 

"The guy in the back wasn't any slouch either. He was pumping my cunt good. 
Good solid strokes that had me feeling an orgasm coming on. My insides got 
hotter and hotter, and I could feel myself start to shake. 

"I let go of that black cock for a second and shouted to that creep behind 
me: 'Fuck me!!' I was out of my head. 

"He slid his cock in and out of me until he knew I had come. I arched my 
back and let the waves of pleasure and release roll through me. It was 
great. But then, as soon as I got my rocks off, they changed places, and I 
found myself with the huge black dick poking my cunt to pieces in back, and 
me sucking off my own pussy juices from the cock in my mouth. 

"I won't go into the rest of the details, but I went through things like 
being pissed on, eating out their assholes, licking their come off the 
floor. And then, when those two were done, I had about ten guys from the 
audience to satisfy. But all of them wanted a suck job, and with the action 
they'd seen, they shot off real fast, so that wasn't too much. 

"But, needless to say, when Bert came to pick me up, I was ready to go. 

"But then I found out he hadn't come to pick me up, but only to get the two 
hundred bucks. He got the money from the manager, gave me my share, and then 
told me the great news. He had just signed me for two weeks at the same job. 

"The asshole! The creep! I called him every name I could think of. But 
nothing I could say or do could get me out of it. And, anyway, if the truth 
be known, I wasn't really that upset. I had enjoyed the night. And two weeks 
at two hundred a night! Hell, I'd be in good shape for the rest of the 
school year. If my pussy held out that long. 

"I found out just a couple of days later that Bert had moved into my 
apartment with June. The two assholes were going to get married. 

"As for me, I'm satisfied. I decided not to go back to school. I got another 
job coming up as soon as I'm finished here, so what the hell. I enjoy my 
work and the money's good. And I sure do like to get fucked." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Debbie: Black Is Beautiful 

"The first time I ever saw a black cock-or any color cock for that 
matter-was when I was about fourteen years old and was visiting a 
construction site with my father. 

"Dad owned the construction business and wasn't in the field much, so when 
he offered to take me along this time, I was really excited. I didn't 
realize how busy he'd be, and how little time he'd have for me. 

"We drove for maybe three hours and pulled into the road construction camp. 
Dad headed right for the office with the general foreman and told me, in so 
many words, to make my own fun, but to keep out of trouble. I did exactly 
what he told me, only maybe I did better at making fun than at keeping out 
of trouble. 

"I wandered around the camp, which was in the middle of nowhere. There 
wasn't even a town within any reasonable driving distance, and I guess the 
men on the job weren't used to having visitors around, especially young 
female ones, "I saw more bare asses that afternoon than I ever had in my 
life. One shift was just getting off work and the men were taking showers. 
When they finished at the shower enclosure, they'd wander back to the 
bunkhouses any way they wanted to. But all of them, with one exception, took 
off as soon as they saw me. Took off, that is, or at least put a towel 
around their waists and hid what they had. 

"That exception I was talking about was a young Negro man who walked out of 
the shower enclosure as nonchalant as you please. He had his towel draped 
over his shoulder and didn't have a stitch on. He had a beautiful, muscled 
body, almost shiny black, but my eyes passed right over most of that body 
and went right to his giant black cock. It was hanging down his thigh, 
really a monster. And the skin on his cock was a lot lighter than the rest 
of his body. In fact, the head of his prick was almost pink. I remember that 
well. I had good reason to remember. 

"He saw me standing there but didn't bother to hurry into the bunkhouse or 
even to cover himself. He just stopped in his tracks and looked at me. Not 
scared or nervous or anything. He just smiled a real slow smile and looked 
straight at me. I remember I blushed, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from 
his cock. It was so big and long. We were standing close enough together so 
he could see what I was looking at, and he reached down with his hand and 
held his cock inside it for a second. 

"Then he started to walk away, but not toward the bunkhouse. He headed for a 
group of shacks that were used to store equipment. When he started moving 
away, I looked away from his prick and back at his face. He was still 
smiling and, as he continued walking away, he nodded his head, just a 
little, beckoning me to follow him. 

"Young as I was I felt a thrill go through my whole body. I knew what he 
wanted wasn't going to be 'good.' But I didn't care. I was too damned 
fascinated with that cock of his. 

"I didn't follow him directly but sort of ambled in the same direction he 
was going. Once I lost him, when he rounded a building, but I started 
hurrying up at that point and caught sight of him again. I was really shook 
when I thought maybe I had lost him. 

"He was walking with his back to me now, and I could see the tight skin of 
his ass stretch with every step he took. And I could see the muscles of his 
back move each time he did. He really was a gorgeous male. But I didn't 
realize it at the time. I was more impressed with the fact that every time 
he took a step I could see his cock hanging down between his legs. And if 
anything, the more he walked, the longer that prick of his seemed to get. 

"Finally I saw him go into a small shed. He left the door open and I 
sauntered past the entrance, trying not to look too interested. Actually, 
though, my whole pussy was wet with the thoughts of what he had in mind for 
me. I guess even then I was a little on the freaky side, because anything he 
wanted to do to me or with me was okay. Of course, I didn't know just how 
crazy some people could be, and I was lucky he didn't go farther with me 
than he did. 

"As I walked past the open door, I could see him leaning against the flat 
bed of a small truck that was parked inside. He had thrown the towel off his 
shoulder and it was laid, flat out, on the ground in front of him. He was 
leaning back, his groin stuck out, his legs spread. He was fondling his 
massive cock, and by this time it was half hard. I tried not to let myself 
react, but I couldn't help it. If I thought his prick had been big when it 
was soft, I was amazed at how much it had grown. It half arced out from his 
body, and it looked like a thick piece of black rubber tubing. Except for 
the tip, which, like I said, was much lighter. 

"While I was standing there watching him-I didn't pretend indifference 
anymore; I just stood outside that shed door and stared at his prick-he spit 
into his hand and then started rubbing his saliva all over his cock. 

"That made it all shiny and wet and to my mind all the more sexy. I could 
almost feel pussy juices running down my leg as I stood there and watched 
him jacking himself off. 

"Then, when I glanced up at his face, I saw he still had that small smile. 
And as soon as he saw me looking at him, he nodded again. Harder this time. 
He was beckoning me to come into the shed. I knew I shouldn't, but nothing, 
and I mean nothing, could have kept me out of there at this point. 

"I edged warily up to the door. He started working harder on his cock, 
letting his hand run the full length, grasping it hard. I could tell he was 
enjoying what he was doing to himself, but I also knew that he'd enjoy it a 
lot more if he had somebody doing it for him. And believe me, I was the one 
who wanted to be doing it to him. 

"'You like this pretty prick, Debbie?' he asked. 

"I damned near fainted when he used my name. He knew who I was! The boss's 
daughter and he couldn't have cared less. 

"'Come on in and get a better look,' he said and held his hard cock straight 
out toward me. I walked inside the shed. For some reason, I can remember 
smelling hay. I don't know why. I was transfixed with the sight of that 
cock. I wanted to touch it more than anything else in the whole world. I was 
standing not more than a foot or so away from him and his goddamned cock was 
almost touching me. That's how big it was. 

"'Touch it, Debbie,' he said. 'It won't hurt you.' 

"I knew I shouldn't, but I did. I reached out my hand and felt the tip of 
his cock. It was smooth as a piece of silk, and wet from his spreading his 
spit on it. My whole body jerked with excitement. 

"'Put your hand around it like I'm doing,' he said. He had his fist wrapped 
around the base of his cock, buried in the heavy, wiry hair that sprouted on 
his lower belly. I very slowly wrapped my hand around the tip. It wouldn't 
fit. That's hard to believe, but it wouldn't. I couldn't make my fingers 
meet. 

"'Now just move your hand to and fro,' he said. 'Grip my dick hard, 
Debbie-baby, and move real smooth.' 

"I did what he asked. I moved my hand toward him and then back toward me. 
His cock was on a straight line by that time, hard as possible. I didn't 
know then that his cock didn't get as hard as other guys', especially white 
guys' cocks. It was more like hard rubber. But it gave as I moved my hand 
back and forth. I could tell he was enjoying what I was doing to him because 
he had his eyes closed and a real dreamy expression on his face. 

"'Move your hand faster,' he said, and I started moving my hand faster and 
faster. I could feel his cock getting warmer and warmer inside my hand, and 
felt his whole prick jumping and jerking with excitement. That made me all 
the more excited. 

"I must have gotten him close, because all of a sudden he reached down and 
took my hand away. 'Hold it for a minute, Debbie,' he said. 'You really got 
me going.' 

"I took my hand away but continued to look at his prick. It was standing 
straight out and moving around like it had a life of its own. 

"Then I must have done something unconsciously. Something that he saw. I 
must have flicked my tongue across my lips. I can vaguely remember doing it, 
and then seeing the surprised look come on his face. He hesitated only a 
second. 'Would you like to put your tongue on this pretty prick, Debbie?' he 
asked. I looked at him, shocked. I'd never heard of anything like that. And 
then I started to think about it. I was curious about what his big dick 
tasted like. It was so smooth I knew I'd enjoy running my tongue over it. 

"'Just get down on your knees, pretty girl,' he said, 'and lick around on 
this big black prick. I promise you, you'll like it.' 

"I hesitated until he put his hands on my shoulders and forced me down. Not 
hard. He just exerted pressure and I felt my knees bend, and before I knew 
it I was kneeling on that towel right in front of him. His cock was in front 
of me. All I had to do was lean forward and either lick it with my tongue or 
open my mouth wide, take some of it inside me, and suck on it. 

"'Lick on it, baby,' he said. 'Like it was an icecream stick.' 

"I don't know what it was that made me do it, either his voice, which was 
soft and smooth, or just plain wanting to, but I leaned over toward him and 
let my tongue brush against the tip of his cock. 

"'Lick it good, baby,' he said, and before I knew what I was doing I was 
licking his prick up and down the whole length of it. I didn't miss one 
spot. And when I finished going over his cock once, I started again. I 
licked and licked. It was the most peculiar taste I'd ever had, but I liked 
it and I knew I wanted more. So when he told me to open my mouth and let him 
shove a little of his cock inside, I opened up without a second's 
hesitation. Thank God, he was gentle with me. With that big dick of his he 
could have ruined me sexually for life-and now that I think about it, maybe 
he did-but he just put the very tip inside my mouth and told me to suck on 
it., " 'Don't bite it, baby,' he said. 'Just cover your teeth and suck on 
it.' 

"I must have gotten the knack right off, because in just a couple of 
seconds, he was moaning with pleasure. Slowly, he forced more and more of 
his prick into my mouth until I had about four inches inside me. I thought 
he would choke me, but I liked the feeling. I liked the idea of being on my 
knees in front of him, doing things to him to make him feel good. I would 
have done anything then. Anything that it was possible to do. 

"He reached down and pulled my hand away from his leg and put it around the 
base of his cock. I was jacking him off and sucking him off at the same 
time. 

"As I worked frantically on his cock with my mouth and hand, I could feel 
his body tighten and his cock get even longer and harder. It was jerking 
like crazy now and he just kept moaning and moaning. My head must have been 
working like a piston at the end. I worked so hard on that damned cock of 
his that I gave myself a headache. 

"Suddenly, his body bent, his cock aimed right at me. 'I'm gonna come,' he 
shouted, 'and you take that cream, you fucking bitch!' 

"I'd never heard language like that before, but it made me all the more 
excited. I moved my free hand down and under my dress. My finger found my 
cunt and I started working it inside myself. I was jacking myself off just 
as fast as I was working on him. God, I don't know if it was because it was 
the first time or not, but I've never been so excited since in my life. 

"He grabbed my head with both his hands and forced even more of his cock 
inside my mouth. He was choking me by now, but there was nothing I could do. 
I just worked on my cunt and let him face-fuck me. His hips flew back and 
forth and I could feel his cock tearing at my lips. 

"And then he shouted again. 'Drink my shit!' he yelled and I felt and tasted 
his salty, thick cream pouring into my mouth and down my throat. I must have 
come myself at the same time, because I remember this tremendous wave of 
pleasure. I didn't mind his come. I drank it, and what I couldn't handle I 
let drip out of my mouth down on my dress. He just kept spurting more and 
more come into my mouth. I tried to move off his cock a little so I could 
drink all his come down, but the harder I tried to get away from him the 
harder he pushed and shoved his cock inside me. 

"We both settled down at the same time. I got up off my knees sheepishly. He 
just stood there, his cock still hard, looking a little worred. 'I wouldn't 
tell anybody about this,' he said. I shook my head. Hell, no, I wasn't about 
to tell anybody I'd sucked off a big black cock. Who'd believe me, except 
maybe my father, and if he found out, he'd probably kill the guy.-"After 
that, just like a kid with a new toy, I couldn't think of anything but sex. 
Or more truthfully, I couldn't think of anything but that long black dick 
that shot that beautiful white, sticky cream into my mouth when I sucked on 
it. 

"Every night I'd go to bed and start playing around with myself. I tried to 
imagine that big, black cock up in my pussy, but that didn't turn me on at 
all. But when I got to thinking about taking that black tube in my mouth, 
kneeling there in front of it, and having it spurt into me, then I got 
turned on. My pussy would get all wet and I'd stick one, then two, then 
three fingers up into myself until I came. After a while, I tried other 
things, like douche syringes, and small vases, even a rolled-up magazine. My 
cunt was hot to have something up inside it, but my mouth was hotter. I 
wanted to suck, and I wanted to suck black meat. I was hung up on it. 

"Eventually, I read an ad in one of those magazines about a vibrator. I 
saved up and sent for one. From then on my problems were solved. No more 
problems about what to fuck myself with. I had the vibrator and my own 
imagination. 

"Of course, after a while, I got tired of just thinking about sucking off 
black cock and wanted the real thing again. I begged and begged my father to 
take me back to the construction camp until he finally agreed. 

"I looked all over that damned camp, but the big black cock wasn't, around. 
I didn't even know the guy's name. I don't know if he quit, if he was off 
that day, or just not around. But I was pretty damned disappointed. So 
disappointed, in fact, that I was determined to find some other black cock 
to suck on. 

"That's when I made my big mistake. We were living in a pretty small town, 
and the high school I was going to was typical of a small town. Everybody 
knew exactly what everybody else was doing. I had only been going there a 
year, so I really wasn't too involved with any cliques, but I sure got 
popular with one particular group. 

"There weren't many Negroes at the school, but a few that were there were 
beautiful. I had been noticing them, but keeping my cool. I didn't want to 
become known as a black cock sucker around town. But I did. 

"About a week after my disappointment at the construction camp, I walked 
over after classes to the track field. I didn't have anything particular in 
mind, just something to do. I sat in the first row of the stands and watched 
some runners work out. One guy in particular caught my eye. His name was 
Sandy B-(I knew him from a class we took together), and his name described 
him perfectly. He was a light-skinned Negro and really handsome. And there 
he was on the field, running around with just a little pair of shorts on. 
Nothing else. His whole upper body and legs were glistening with sweat. He 
was the most beautifully built guy I'd ever seen. 

"After a while I could tell he knew I was staring at him. He started to show 
off a little and throw little glances my way. One time he even smiled. That 
same slow smile the man at the construction camp had given me. Christ, my 
cunt started to drip like a dam had burst. 

"Once he stopped right in the middle of the field, staring right at me, 
reached inside his shorts, and scratched his prick. He knew what I was 
interested in and that made me so excited my hands started to shake. 

"Finally the practice session ended and all the guys left the field. When 
Sandy walked by me on the way to the locker room he winked. I knew right 
then and there that I was going to be sucking on his dick, and the sooner 
the better. 

"I kept sitting there for about forty-five minutes. I had a book open on my 
lap, but I didn't read a word. I had told myself I'd wait forty-five minutes 
and then head nonchalantly over past the locker room. Finally the time 
passed and I got my books together and started walking. 

"I thought at first that the place was empty. I couldn't hear any noise at 
all from inside, and just when I was about ready to leave-disappointed 
again-a white guy came out. He called back over his shoulder, 'See you 
tomorrow, Sandy.' Now that made me excited. There was only one Sandy in the 
school that I knew of, and he was still inside that locker room. I waited 
until the white kid was gone and then ambled past the door. It was closed. I 
tried to look in a window, but couldn't see anything. I went around the 
corner, waiting, and then decided to give it one more try. I walked back. 
This time the door to the locker room was open. About six inches. 

"I walked a little closer. Very slowly. I peered into the room. It was 
fairly dark inside, but I thought I could see the outline of a figure. I 
hoped like hell it was Sandy's. I passed the door again, closer this time, 
and thought the hell with it. I walked right up to the door, stopped, and 
looked inside. There was somebody in there, and it was Sandy! 

"He was sitting on a wooden bench, facing the door. He was leaning back on a 
locker. He had his legs spread, looking right at me, and he was naked as the 
day he was born. His cock was the same color as he was and it was just as 
beautiful. I was standing straight up, hard as a piece of steel. I could see 
it throbbing and jumping around even from as far away as I was standing. It 
wasn't as big or as black as that first piece of meat I sucked on, but it 
was big enough and dark enough. 

"Sandy wasn't jacking himself off. He was just bouncing his rock-hard prick 
with his fingers. I figured I'd wasted enough time by then, so I just walked 
in. I only took enough time to ask him if it was safe. He nodded, still 
smiling, and I got down on my knees in front of him and took the end of his 
prick into my mouth. 

"I sucked on his cock like I was starving and it was the last food in the 
world. I wanted his gobs of come so goddamned bad. I reached right away up 
under my skirt, pushed my panties aside and started sticking my fingers into 
my wet, juicy pussy. 

"After taking as much of his big dick into my mouth as I could, I pulled off 
and started to lick it up and down. He just sat there and enjoyed it. I ran 
my tongue up and down the length again and again. I traced the big, 
throbbing veins with my tongue. My God, it was the most thrilling thing in 
the world. He didn't say anything, just let out soft little moans while I 
worked on his prick. Damn, it just kept getting bigger and harder. I must 
have had six inches stuffed down my throat. 

"Then he pushed me off. 'Get up on the bench,' he said, 'and I'll fuck you.' 
I wasn't about to have any of that. I shook my head fast and leaned back to 
his cock, but he grabbed my head. 'Don't like to get fucked, huh?' he said, 
laughing lightly. 'Just an old-fashioned suck freak. Okay, baby, since you 
like to suck meat so bad, why don't you work on everything down there. Start 
on my balls.' 

"I guess his telling me what to do really turned me on even more. He spread 
his legs farther apart and I found myself staring at his big, hairy balls. 
I'd never sucked a guy's balls before; I'd never even thought of it. But if 
that's what, he wanted, I'd do it. He wouldn't have to ask me twice. 

"I was a little rough at first. He had to tell me to back off. But then I 
got into the swing of things. I took one ball at a time and sucked gently on 
it. Then I'd move to the other one. I lapped on his bag, feeling his wiry 
hairs tickle my tongue. 

"Then he really got wild. 'You're good with your mouth, baby,' he said, 'and 
I've got an asshole down there that really wants to be sucked on. Get your 
mouth down there.' 

"He slouched down even more and I could see his puckered brown hole staring 
at me. I didn't like the idea. Not at first. But I was so turned on, and he 
smelled so damned clean and sexy that I decided to give it a try. I leaned 
down and licked around his asshole. That really turned him on. He moaned 
like crazy. I stiffened my tongue a little and forced my way inside just a 
bit. We both got going then. Licking his asshole made me so excited that I 
came. Honest, just the thought of what I was doing was sending wave after 
wave of pleasure through my body. I could feel the pressure of a come 
building up in me. I stiffened my tongue even more and stuck it up inside 
his asshole as far as I could. I washed out his whole fucking asshole with 
my tongue. 

"Then I felt my orgasm. It just ripped through me. I moaned and groaned as 
my body got the relief it was after. 

"But as soon as my come was finished, the thought of licking and sucking on 
his asshole suddenly turned me off. Sandy must have understood because when 
I pulled my face away from his shit shaft and went back to his cock, he 
didn't make any objections. He just sat back and enjoyed it. 

"I gobbled on his cock for real this time. I wanted his jism. It didn't take 
long. I took as much of his long, black prick into my mouth as I could and 
just sucked and sucked on it until he arched his back, moaned loudly, and 
started jetting his white, sticky cream into my mouth. I continued to pump 
with my mouth on his cock, drinking down his white fluid, until he was 
drained dry. He damned near had to pry my face loose from his cock. 

"'Man,' he said. 'You sure are one hell of a cocksucker.' 

"I was sort of embarrassed by this time, and got up fast. I headed for the 
door, but had to come back for my books. When I did, he said, 'Come around 
next Friday, baby. I'll have a surprise for you.' 

"I had no intention of going back Friday, but I did. I spent every night 
in-between reliving that scene in the locker room. How I licked and sucked 
on his cock, lapped at his balls, and even cleaned out his asshole with my 
tongue. Every time I thought of it, I turned to jelly. And besides, I'd see 
him almost every day at school, and he'd always managed to massage his prick 
through his pants when I was around and watching. And he kept saying, 'See 
you Friday.' 

"That Friday I was in my place in the stands, watching the workouts. Sandy 
looked up at me and grinned. The whole pattern repeated itself. The guys 
left the field, went to the locker room, and I waited forty-five minutes. 

"When I got to the locker-room door, it was open and everything was quiet. I 
looked in. Sandy was sitting on the same bench, in the same position. 

His cock was just as hard, just as beautiful, as the first time. 

"I was so excited by what I was seeing that I completely forgot about 
Sandy's 'surprise,' but as soon as I got down on my knees in front of him 
and took his cock into my mouth, I found out. 

"I didn't even hear them at first, but things happened fast. Around the 
corner of lockers came four of Sandy's buddies. They were Negroes, ranging 
from very light to coal black, and every one of them was buck-assed naked. 
Their cocks were all hard and just itching to get sucked. All four of them 
had wise-ass looks on their faces. I knew for sure that I was in for a rough 
time, and I was right. 

"It wouldn't have been so bad if they had kept to the script. I like to suck 
cock and wouldn't have minded sucking them off. In fact, the thought of 
having five big bucks to suck and lick off was really an exciting thing. But 
things got out of hand. 

"I started out on Sandy while the other clowns stood around and grinned. But 
then I varied the menu. I went from cock to cock, taking as much of each of 
those monsters in my mouth as I could. One guy in particular had the biggest 
piece of meat I've ever seen in my life. It was beyond description. It was 
just huge and big and thick and black. I gobbled it in. At least as much as 
I could. Then I headed back to the front of the line and started in on their 
balls. Lick and suck. Man, I was in seventh heaven. I even went for their 
assholes. I was so excited I would have sucked on anything they offered to 
me. 

"At one point two of them got as close together as they could and got their 
cocks pressing right up next to each other. I took them both in my mouth. My 
mouth was so full of cock I couldn't suck. I didn't have room. 

"But then things started to go bad. I guess there just wasn't enough of my 
mouth to go around fast enough. I'd suck one of them for a while and then go 
to somebody else. But that wasn't enough. They all wanted continuous 
attention. And they figured I had a perfectly good hole that wasn't having 
anything done to it, except what I was doing to myself with my own fingers. 

"One of them pulled me away from the cock I was sucking on and made me stand 
up. Then, just as fast, I found myself being forced on my back on that hard 
bench. My skirt was up and with one pull they had my pants ripped off. I 
struggled and tried to get away, but two of them held me and another stuck 
his cock in my mouth. That kept me from yelling. 

"The guy with the monster prick straddled the bench and was the first to 
shove his cock up into my pussy. Technically, I was a virgin. I'd never been 
fucked by a cock before, but I'd had a lot of things up there. Even things 
that were bigger than the black guy's cock. So it wasn't the pain that 
bothered me so much, although he was really rough when he shoved his whole 
fucking cock up into me with one lunge. I just didn't want to get fucked. I 
liked to suck; I wanted to suck. But these guys had different ideas. One 
shoved and lunged his prick into my pussy and another turned my head to the 
side and face-fucked me brutally. 

"At first I was angry, and then scared. But within a short time, they had me 
all turned on again. 

"I grabbed two cocks that were standing around and jacked them off with my 
hands while I was being fucked both in my cunt and my mouth. 

"I must have spent an hour in that locker room, taking one cock after 
another. They never let up on me. I had cock in my pussy and in my mouth the 
whole time. Balls were slamming against my ass and against my chin. Christ, 
it was the most exciting time I've ever had in my life. 

"One guy asked if he could piss in my mouth. I told him, 'Shit, no,' but he 
did anyway. He stood over me, his cock still hard, and waited until he could 
get his piss to flow. The others held me down. Finally, a couple of drops 
came out, and within seconds a regular deluge was pouring down on me. He hit 
me in the face, all over my clothes, in my mouth. I swallowed a little. It 
wasn't bad, but it really didn't turn me on. 

"Finally, it was over. All of them had come at least twice. My whole body 
was sore and I was a complete mess. But I had to admit that it was the most 
interesting afternoon I'd ever spent. 

"I managed to sneak home and get changed before anybody saw the miserable 
condition I was in. But my troubles weren't over. I started getting 
telephone calls the next day. No names, just invitations to get fucked or to 
suck a cock. I had the worst reputation possible. And it was my own fault. I 
had done things too close to home. I should have gone farther away for my 
kicks, even if it meant getting fewer of them. 

"I made a promise that if I ever got out of this bind, I'd never do anything 
to put myself in the same kind of position. I'd lead a double life. That's 
what I'd do. 

"Luckily, the construction job was finished shortly and my father moved the 
whole family to a new town. The story of my availability didn't have time to 
get much beyond the "boys' and I don't think my parents, either of them, 
ever got wind of it. I hope not." 

Debbie was the victim of a common phenomenon in the sexual psyche. She was 
obsessed with her initial sexual experience. This is a common occurrence, 
often closely associated with a feeling of inferiority and insecurity. 

Debbie, like others who fall prey to what can only be called a sexual 
"perversion," felt that since she had been successful in the completion of 
the sexual act with the first person she came into contact with, she was 
sure to be equally successful in any subsequent sexual experiences. But this 
surety was felt only when the same pattern was followed. 

As a further explanation, we can present a parallel situation of a new 
bride, unfamiliar with the kitchen, whose first meal-let's, for the sake of 
argument, say it was steak-was a success. Subsequently, she serves steak all 
the time, or as often as possible. She feels "safe" with steak. No 
experimenting is necessary. She is secure. 

Debbie felt "safe" performing fellatio on a Negro male. She had done it 
once, successfully, and she knew if she followed the same pattern, she was 
sure of success. Tied into her case, also, was a high degree of sensuality. 
Debbie appreciated and wanted sex. Her basic insecurity as a human being, as 
illustrated by her explanation of her failure to become integrated into the 
youthful population of her new community, led to her acceptance of an aspect 
of sexuality which to us would be, of itself, unsatisfactory and 
unsatisfying. 

A third factor in Debbie's psychic makeup was her social consciousness. She 
knew what she was doing was socially abhorrent. Or at least she thought it 
was. The reader could ask the question why, if social consciousness was a 
factor in her actions, did she involve herself in such a sexual act in the 
first place. 

The only answer to that question is to refer the reader to his own past sex 
life and ask him to examine his actions to see if there was anything that he 
had done that he would not have done if he had not been highly stimulated 
sexually. 

Cunnilingus is often performed in the heat of passion and then regretted 
afterwards. Anal intercourse often results, at least the first time, from 
extreme stimulation, a sort of "don't give a damn" attitude. Any man or 
woman who has had any sexual experience at all has experienced moments of 
complete abandon. Debbie was no exception. 

She was, however, highly embarrassed by what she had done the minute her 
sexual contact was complete. In her case, that completion was the male 
orgasm, the spilling of his seed into her mouth. That, to her, despite 
having or not having an orgasm herself, was the end of the sex act. 
Immediately, as she stated twice, embarrassment set in. A reaction that is 
all but unnatural. 

If there is blame to be placed in Debbie's obsession with fellatio, and the 
manner of it, it might lie at the feet of Debbie's parents and other adults 
who were responsible for her sexual education. 

As in most other cases, the whole problem dissolves in our not fearing what 
we know. If Debbie had had some reasonable sexual education, had known what 
to expect and been given a reasonable means of adjusting to new and 
unfamiliar situations, her addictive sexual obsession might never [original 
text cut off in mid-sentence at this point] 

Maxine Davis, in her Sexual Responsibility of Woman, makes the following 
ambiguous statements : 

The subject of sex is no longer a conglomeration of facts concerning which 
woman is expected to profess ignorance. It is discussed freely, without 
circumspection. Parents supply the modern girl with books and pamphlets 
carefully prepared to instruct her at each period of her growth from 
childhood to womanhood. 

Perhaps there is a clue to Debbie's actions in that statement. Suppose 
Debbie's parents were the "enlightened" type and they did supply Debbie with 
"books and pamphlets carefully prepared to instruct her at each period of 
her growth from childhood to womanhood." The result might have been an 
awareness of sex, which Debbie most certainly did have-note her reaction to 
seeing the Negro male penis for the first time-but also a fear of failure, 
since these highly touted "books and pamphlets" are merely clinical facts 
with no emotional substance. 

Again, to give a parallel situation, perhaps a young person is given a 
detailed book on how to dive from a high board. The youngster devours the 
book and learns all the procedures; how to stand, how to arch the back, how 
to land, etc. And then one day, for the first time in his life, the young 
person is confronted with a high diving board. He can see it, touch it, and 
walk on it. He also has all the facts about how to successfully execute a 
high dive. Will he be able to accomplish a successful dive? It's doubtful. 

Debbie was in the same situation. She obviously was aware of sex and it 
interested her. Where she got her information, and whether it was accurate 
or not, is not known. However, we can assume that she did have some 
information. 

In the vernacular, Debbie tried the "three-foot board" first, and her 
efforts resulted in success. She had the personality that made her stick 
with that success, and perhaps even with her knowing all the facts that 
would have allowed her to attain the higher success-in her actual case a 
healthy, accepting attitude toward sex and love-she decided to stick with 
the "three-foot board." 

That's where Miss Davis's highly praised "books and pamphlets" fail. In some 
personalities, they do little except create fear. 

Margaret Mead in her article, "One Aspect of Male and Female"-in Fairchild's 
anthology, The Way of Woman-wrote what may bear great relevance on Debbie's 
case: "The crucial time for the acceptance of the girl's femininity is in 
adolescence. Normally the girl moves through adolescence pleased with 
becoming a woman...." 

Unfortunately, in Debbie's case, she was content with fellatio. She was a 
"cocksucker." 

"The experience with Sandy and his friends really knocked me for a loop. It 
put me on the sexual shelf for almost four years. All I had during that time 
was my hand, my memories, and my imagination. But I made the most of those. 

"I used to watch Negro men, however, all the time. And not their faces. I'd 
find myself staring at their cocks. But only through their pants. The 
experience with Sandy had scared me too much to pursue anything, although I 
think I could have made contacts any number of times. 

"But I knew I had to keep my reputation, and for those four years we lived 
in nothing but small towns. Even smaller than the one where I had run into 
Sandy. So I didn't allow myself to do anything. 

"But then I headed away from home to college, and man, did things change. 

"I suddenly found myself on my own, for the first time in my life, and in a 
big city, where there wasn't any problem at all about being discreet. All 
you had to do was drive a few miles to a different neighborhood and nobody 
knew, nor cared, who you were. 

"But first, of course, I had other things to take care of, although I always 
had in the back of my mind the anticipation of going out and finding some 
big black dick to suck. 

"What with the expensive clothes I was wearing, and driving my own car-a new 
one-I almost immediately got the reputation of being a 'rich bitch,' which I 
guess I was, so I had no trouble joining the rich "bitches" sorority. They 
weren't a bad group of girls, but they were so goddamned phony. They acted 
like they didn't have cunts, or mouths. All they did was talk about sex; 
they never did anything about it. But in order to stay in good graces, you 
had to follow the set pattern, so I did. I talked about the fancy parties I 
went to, and how this and that boy tried to 'make' me. All the time I was 
champing at the bit to find myself a black tube of meat to lick. 

"Finally, I couldn't take the phony life anymore. Or at least I had to take 
a break from it. I wasn't about to give it up, just take a vacation. That's 
what most Americans do, you know. Live the phony life, wanting like hell to 
be doing something else. I'm the same way, and I'll probably stay that way. 
No use bucking the system. 

"Anyway, I asked quietly around campus about the Negro sections of town. 
Actually, there was a large predominantly Negro part of town near the 
campus, just about ten minutes' drive away. I made my plan and one Friday 
night, I sneaked on some beat-up clothes, snuck out to my car, and headed 
for the black section of town. All during the drive, my stomach was in 
knots. I was so excited I was sure my pussy was wetting my skirt down. But I 
didn't care. This was the first time in almost four years, and I was going 
to make the most of it. 

"It was still a little light when I got to the section I wanted. I was 
getting more and more excited. I drove up and down the streets, just looking 
at the male attractions. There were a lot of them, but most of the males on 
the street were of the very young variety. Like maybe six. That was a little 
too much even for me. Of course, there were a couple of older men, but they 
didn't really turn me on. 

"And then I drove past a branch of the YMCA. It was on a corner and the 
building had a large veranda-type porch running on two sides. The veranda 
was 'filled' with cock. Just the right age and kind. I parked the car and 
just stared at the place. The problem now was how to approach. 

"There was a parking lot on one side of the building, lit up, but not 
brightly. I waited until it was totally dark and then pulled my car into the 
lot, about halfway back. 

"I pulled open a couple of buttons on my sweater, letting my tits more than 
half hang out. Then I pulled my skirt even higher up on my thighs. My 
goddamned pussy was just about standing up and waving a flag. If somebody 
came along and didn't get the idea of what I was after, then he'd be one 
dumb bunny. I sure was giving all the hints I could. 

"Finally, I turned on the overhead light in the station wagon. I picked up a 
paperbound book to hold, just in case somebody like a lot attendant came 
along. Or a cop. But that didn't end up being a problem. 

"I sat there for maybe fifteen minutes. I was getting hotter by the second 
with just the anticipation. I had my fist jammed up my cunt, working on my 
self feverishly. But I wouldn't let myself have an orgasm. I wanted to save 
that for later. 

"At the end of the fifteen minutes, a Negro finally came into the lot. As 
luck would have it, his car was right next to mine. As luck would not have 
it, he wasn't anything to get excited about. About sixty; very distinguished 
looking. Probably ran the YMCA, or something like that. He stared at me for 
a short while, probably just wondering what I was doing there. I don't think 
he had any visions of having his cock licked. 

"And then I hit the jackpot. I didn't even hear the guy until he was almost 
right next to me. A young guy, dressed to the gills. He stared right into 
the car. I didn't even have time to take my fingers out of my cunt. His face 
split into a wide grin. 

"'Hey, little girl,' he said. 'You come down here to get yourself fucked, 
did you?' He laughed lightly. I looked up at him, embarrassed as hell but 
still turned on by what he was saying. 

"'Too bad, baby,' he continued. 'I got myself all set up with a nice little 
black pussy for the night. But I'll be glad to go back and tell some of the 
brothers. A lot of them ain't got a thing to do tonight, and I think they'd 
like to stick their pricks into something like you.' 

"I looked up. I realized my face was burning, but I was determined to go 
through with it. 'Yes,' I said as evenly as I could, 'why don't you go tell 
some of the brothers.' 

"Without saying anything more, the guy turned around and walked back to the 
YMCA. He. whistled happily until he was out of earshot. Nbw I was really 
excited. 

"The guy was back in just a few minutes. He walked over to the car window. 
'Turn out that light there, baby,' he said, 'and stretch your funky little 
body out in the back of this here monster. You're about to have one visitor 
after another until you're ready to cry uncle. And if you can hold out, I'll 
be back about two o'clock. If I've got any more cock to give by that time, 
I'll throw a fuck your way myself.' 

"Then he headed for his car, got into it, and pulled out of the lot. 

"I thought about doing what he suggested. The back seat of the station wagon 
was down, giving me a fairly good-sized working area, if that's what you 
would call it. 

"I turned off the light inside the car and slipped over the back of the 
front seat. I sat there in the corner, sort of huddled, waiting. I didn't 
have long to wait. 

"Suddenly, before I knew what was happening, there were two dark faces at 
the front car window, looking and grinning at me. 'You the available pussy?' 
one of them asked. 

"I shook my head. I knew I had to set the record straight right away or I'd 
have a repeat of the scene with Sandy, which I didn't want. 'No,' I said 
emphatically, 'I want to suck.' Just as simple as that; I amazed even myself 
when I heard myself saying the words. 

"'Holy Christ,' one of them said. 'We've got a real live wire. Move over, 
babe, you are about to get your first piece of dark meat for the night. 
Watch out for us, will you, Carl?' 

"His friend nodded while the first guy got into the car through the back 
seat. He lay down on his back, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his giant 
prick. It flopped down along his thigh. Then he put his hands under his head 
and settled back. 'Suck away, baby-doll. I'm ready if you are.' 

"I got up on my knees, over him. I was trembling so hard I could barely 
move. I pulled on his cock, feeling it surge against my hand. Then I eased 
his balls out of his trousers. I slowly lowered my head, taking the tip of 
his cock inside my mouth, licking it, sucking on it hard. He groaned and 
started to grind his hips up toward my face. 'Take it all, baby,' he urged. 
I took as much as I could. I licked and sucked, then moved to his balls. I 
took them in my mouth, washed them, then went back to his cock. Up and down, 
in and out of my mouth. I worked on that cock until I got most of it inside 
me. I could feel his pubic hairs brushing against my nose. 

"His friend wasn't standing guard any more than I was. He was peering into 
the car, a glazed look on his face. He couldn't wait to get into the car and 
take his turn at being sucked. 

"His buddy, still on his back, but now holding my head down tight on his 
cock, suddenly arched his back, and with a long, low moan shot what seemed 
like gallons of come into my mouth. I gobbled it down. Finally, I thought, 
I'm getting my kicks. Finally. 

"The bit lasted for a couple of hours. My jaws were sore, tired. Nobody 
tried anything funny. They were all content with their suck jobs. 

"I've been at it now for a couple of weeks. Whenever I get the urge, I head 
over to the YMCA. 

Luckily, nothing has happened that I didn't want to. But I know my luck 
won't hold out. Some night some punk will get the smart idea that my pussy 
is better than my mouth. There'll probably be a gang rape, just like there 
was with Sandy back in high school. 

"But I guess those are the chances you take when you want something like 
black dicks to suck and you don't want the world to know about it. I've 
gotten so paranoid about secrecy that I even drive way out of my way to get 
home. Just in case somebody tried to follow me and find out where I live. 

"But, whatever the dangers, I think I'll keep it up. Sucking on those 
monster black cocks is the most exciting thing I do, and I don't think I 
could do without them. I'm a real suck freak; a real black-cock suck freak. 
And I'm willing to admit it, but only to myself. 

"And as for the possibility of someday having it put to me by a bunch of 
guys who want more than a suck-what the hell, I may be looking forward to 
it." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Tom: The Initiation of the Mouth 

"I found out a little too late that it wasn't exactly a run-of-the-mill 
college club I was being initiated into. It was just a place for a bunch of 
real weird freak-outs to do their thing. But now that the worst part is 
over, and I've been initiated into the goddamned thing, I'm having a ball. 

"I can remember that night of initiation like it was yesterday. The guys in 
the club hadn't given me any clue on what to expect, and I guess that was a 
good thing. Because, probably, if I had known what was coming, I would have 
got my ass out of there fast. But now I'm glad that I didn't. 

"The first thing they did was make me slug down a big water tumbler full of 
vodka. Christ, I sputtered and coughed all over the place, but finally I got 
it down. Then they made me strip down to the buff. My arms got tied behind 
my back and I was to sit quietly in that room until they came for me. For 
the next hour the only person I saw was the guy who kept coming in with more 
vodka, which he made me drink. Man, I'll tell you, by the end of that hour, 
I was really smashed. I mean I couldn't even see straight, and when they 
told me to stand up, I couldn't. Not without help anyway. 

"Finally, though, the waiting period was over. I was escorted by five of the 
club members down to the meeting hall. I can remember feeling like a stupid 
ass, you know, being bare-assed naked and tied up and everything. I felt 
like a goddamned kid. When we got to the meeting room, the door was locked 
behind us. I didn't know what the shit to expect. 

"First I had to go through a whole lot of bullshit about upholding the rules 
of the club and never mentioning what the initiation consisted of. I agreed 
to everything. 

"There were about twenty guys in there, all sitting around quietly. But as 
soon as I got there, the action started. 

"A small stage had been built at one end of the room. The lights were dimmed 
and a spot thrown on the stage. The president of the outfit then introduced 
the center of attention for the night. But it wasn't me. 

"It was a great-looking redhead, with a tremendous set of tits. She was as 
naked as I was when they led her up to the stage and had her plop her ass on 
the bed. That was the only stage prop: a bed. Naked mattress. They hadn't 
even bothered to put a sheet on the goddamned thing. 

"As soon as the redhead was situated, the president-a real asshole named 
Stanley-turned around and started to make a speech. It took about ten 
minutes, but the gist of the thing was that, as president, he was going to 
claim the first fuck. 

"He didn't even take his pants off, just opened his pants and pulled his 
whang out. He aimed it at the pussy on the bed and started slamming it to 
her. You could tell by the way the redhead's pussy sucked up that cock that 
she was real used to having pricks shoved in her. Stanley did a pretty 
goddamned thorough job on that cunt. He was built pretty big and he kept 
lunging against her ass, pushing that cock of his deep into her cunt. After 
a while, you could tell the redhead was starting to eat the action up. She 
started thrashing around on the bed, pushing her cunt up to meet that 
pile-driving cock. Man, it was really a turnon to watch. I know, because my 
old pecker was standing up, raring to go, after just a few seconds. 

"That redhead kept moaning and Stanley kept throwing his prick into her. 
Then he stiffened, and without making one goddamned bit of noise, he started 
to pump come into her hole. 

"That sticky come spurting into her gash must have set the fucking redhead 
off, too, because she arched her back, groaned even louder, and her whole 
body shook like a leaf. 

"As soon as Stanley was done dipping his prick into that slippery hole, he 
pulled out and turned around to the rest of us in the room. He got a round 
of applause for his efforts, which he acknowledged by bowing deeply. But 
then the fun and games were over and it was my turn. 

"'Bring the creep up here,' Stanley says, which didn't sit too well with me. 
I mean, being called a creep. But whether I liked it or not, I was 'the 
creep' that night. 

"I was led to the stage and pushed up on it. Stanley looked at me for a few 
seconds, sort of like you'd look at something that just climbed out from 
under a rock. 'Okay, creep,' he said. 'Eat out her pussy.' 

"Now, man, I had to think about that for a few seconds. I mean, I'd sucked 
on a lot of pussies in my life, but never after some guy had shot his wad up 
there. I mean, that's enough to turn anybody off. 

"My Cock, which had been hard from the time Stanley had first climbed up on 
top of that redhead, drooped and wilted within seconds. The whole bit turned 
me off so much I was determined not to do it. But those assholes had a way 
of persuading a guy to do what they wanted. 

"The persuader was a little pole called a cow prodder. It looks sort of like 
a long baton, and the damned thing is electrically charged. I mean, as soon 
as the tip of that goddamned thing touches you, you get a real nice electric 
shock. They use the damned things to keep cattle from messing around, so you 
can imagine how much damage the goddamned thing did to my bare ass. 

"What I'm trying to say is that the thing hurt, and every time they'd jam 
that thing against my ass, or anywhere else, I'd jump a foot. After about 
four charges I was ready to do anything, even eat out a slimy, slippery, 
come-filled pussy. 

"I guess the redhead had been used in these little initiations before, 
because she acted like she knew what was coming. She just lay back and 
spread her legs. That fucking Stanley must have saved up his come for three 
weeks, because I saw the sticky shit leaking out of the redhead's pussy. I'd 
never seen so much come before. And here I was, expected to get down on my 
knees and eat and suck it out of her box. 

"One more jab with that cow prodder and they had me down on my knees. I 
still hesitated before sticking my face into that slimy hole. But another 
jab got me going. 

"The first lick was the hardest. I gingerly stuck my tongue up against her 
big cunt and took a little lick. I gagged. Sure as shit, I gagged, but for 
my trouble I got a really high voltage zonk with that goddamned prodder. 

"So I started in licking. The redhead reached down with her hands and spread 
her own pussy lips. Goddamn, she looked like a fucking three-car garage. And 
sloppy wet, too. 

"But I'll tell you something. Once you get over the shock of sticking your 
tongue up against some guy's come and get to licking and sucking that pussy 
real good, you sort of forget what it is you're taking down your throat. 
After just a couple of seconds of sucking and lapping on that gorgeous cunt, 
I was feeling great, and my dick was as hard as a rock again. 

"Man, I was really starting to enjoy it. After the come was out of there, 
her pussy started tasting real sweet. And she was a hot little bitch. The 
more I lapped, the more excited she got. She moved around on that bed like 
she was crazy. She reached down and tried to force my head even farther 
inside that hole of hers. She was asking for as much as I could give her. So 
I stiffened my tongue and ran it straight up into her hole. I swirled it 
around, giving her pussy walls a good cleaning. Then I'd back off a little 
and take care of her pussy lips. Lick on them and then bite real gently on 
them. Christ, she was having a ball. And so was I. 

"When I found her little button of a clit I went to work on it. I would have 
expected a fucking whore like she was to have a clit the size of a banana, 
but it was really small. I had a hell of a time finding it, but when I did, 
I really went to work on her. 

"I pulled that little speck into my mouth and sucked on it as hard as I 
could. Then I took it between my teeth and gnawed sort of rough on it. I 
don't think she liked that too much-she sort of groaned in a different way, 
like she was in pain-but I didn't give a shit. I liked it, so fuck her. 

"As soon as she let me know she didn't like having her clit chewed on, I 
went to work on it rougher. Man, I gnawed on that little thing until she was 
ready to bust. The only thing was that at first she didn't like it and then 
suddenly she couldn't get enough. She yelled and screamed for me to work on 
that little button. So I did. 

"After maybe about ten minutes of my working on her clit, she screamed like 
somebody had just stuck her with a spear and sent a whole load of pussy 
juice flowing down on my face. Now I've been with some juicy broads in my 
day, but that gal had to be the juiciest. I'd never known a girl to actually 
come before. I mean, they had their climaxes, but this redhead was the first 
broad I'd ever been with who came almost like a man. 

"My face was sticky with come juice when they stuck that prodder up against 
my ass again and told me to stand up. By now I didn't want to leave that 
gorgeous pussy of hers. I would have liked to suck on that thing for the 
whole night. And that's just about what I did. 

"As soon as they got my mouth away from her pussy, the big Swede, Olaf, got 
up on stage. Old Olaf didn't have a brain in his head, but he played a mean 
game of football, and he had the reputation of having the biggest piece of 
meat on campus. His approach was a little more personal than Stanley's had 
been. Olaf at least took the time and trouble to strip off his clothes. 
Right away you could see his reputation was well earned. He did have the 
biggest cock I'd ever seen in my life, and the goddamned thing wasn't even 
all the way hard yet. 

"He got up on the bed, between the redhead's legs. She took one look at that 
prick of his and started to shake. I couldn't tell if it was from fear or 
anticipation. 

"He spit on his hand and smeared the saliva on his dick. Not that he had to, 
because that bitch was wet as she could be. But I guess Olaf knew what he 
was doing, because as soon as his hand touched his cock with that juice, the 
damned thing got hard as a rod of steel. And it got even bigger and thicker. 

"He aimed his cock at that redhead's hole and with one gigantic shove lodged 
his whole fucking prick inside her. She screamed like she'd been impaled on 
a fence post, which is pretty goddamned near to the truth. 

"You could see from her face that Olaf was beating the hell out of her. And 
hurting her pretty bad. But pretty soon her cunt got used to that big pecker 
and she started riding with him good. He started to long-dick the shit out 
of her. He'd pull that monster out until just the very tip was still in her. 
When he was in that position, you could see her cunt muscles working to pull 
him back in. That redhead's cunt sure had a lot of suction working for her. 
Then Olaf would slam back into her, the full length. Then she'd, let out a 
shriek and buck her ass up toward him, wanting even more of that cock muscle 
inside her. 

"The room was so quiet while all this was going on, you could hear Olaf's 
balls slapping against her ass when he pushed into her. He must have 
long-cocked that broad two hundred times before he shot, and she was still 
begging for more. You had to hand it to her; she sure liked her work. 

"Olaf jabbed her and slammed into her until the heat got too much for him. 
He moved even faster now, taking shorter strokes. Then she reached with her 
hands behind his ass until she had him in her as far as he could go. He 
stiffened and, with a roar that could probably be heard up at the Dean's 
office, he dropped his load. He must have spurted into her twenty times. And 
he kept on yelling. Man, it was the wildest thing I'd ever seen. 

"I talked to Olaf about a week after all this took place and told him he 
sure as hell ought to make a film. But he only laughed sort of vacantly. I 
don't think he knew what I was talking about. 

"Anyway, as soon as Olaf was finished with the cunt, it was my turn again. 

"To tell you the truth, this whole bit was getting a little boring. After 
all, my cock had been hard as hell for a long time, with no relief, and when 
it got into that shape, I was miserable. 

"I was looking for something to fuck. I mean, as much as I like to lap on a 
pussy, I was about ready to get my rocks knocked off. I mean, I had to 
pretty soon or I knew I'd bust. 

"But it took only one prod with that damned electric rod and I was back down 
on my knees with my face stuck in her hole. This time there wasn't any waste 
of time on just tasting. This time I just dived in. I licked and scraped her 
pussy until it was whistle clean. 

"Then Stanley asked me if I wanted a chance to stick my cock up her hole. He 
didn't have to ask twice. My cock was wet and juicy so I just stood up, got 
the redhead to put her legs around my waist, and pushed into her. My cock 
almost breathed a sigh of relief. It felt so good sliding my hot prick into 
her pussy. I didn't give a shit if she'd been fucked by three hundred guys. 
My cock hurt so bad it was almost praying to get some relief. 

"But the assholes only let me have about three or four fast slides into that 
wonderful hot hole. Then they made me pull out and stay out. Christ, they 
just about had to drag me away from that pussy. 

"But now it was another club member's turn. They didn't give a shit how much 
my pecker hurt. I was starting to catch on the drift of this fucking 
initiation. They were going to get me so damned worked up, I'd just about 
bust. That's why my hands were tied. I couldn't even jerk my meat off. 

"Sandy, the next guy up, was a real slender redhead. His cock just about 
matched his looks, both in color and length. It was real long and skinny and 
about as red as the stripes on a flag. I didn't know it at the time, but 
Sandy had the reputation of being an ass-fucker. Seems everybody in the club 
had a reputation for doing something special. 

"Anyway, as I was to find out shortly, Sandy liked nothing better than to 
stick his cock up some broad's ass. That's all he lived for. That and 
biology. But that's another story. 

"He came up to the bed, buck-assed naked, his long, skinny cock hanging down 
to about his anklebone, and stood over the redhead's face. 

"She knew what was expected of her because she leaned up right away and 
started gobbling up his cock. Man, she let that whole fucking dork slide 
down her throat-not without trouble, but she got it all the way down. She 
had her nose stuck in the red hair above his dick, nuzzling him for all she 
was worth. She was really a suck freak, and man, was she fun to watch. 

"She lapped on that thing, and licked on it like it was the best tasting 
steak in the world. Just watching the two of them go at it, especially her, 
made you want to get up there and stick your cock in her mouth just about 
more than anything in the world. At least it made me feel that way. My cock 
was jumping and jerking around like crazy. 

"The suck lasted a long time. Even though she tried as hard as she could, 
that redhead couldn't get Sandy to shoot off. At one point he was holding 
her ears, keeping her head still, and fucked her face, his ass moving in and 
out toward her mouth like a piston. But still he didn't come, and from the 
way the redhead was working on him, you could tell she preferred getting his 
come in her mouth more than she did having his cock up her ass. 

"But she was getting a damned good salary, so when it came down to the 
nitty-gritty, she was willing to take Sandy's cock. Just about anywhere he 
wanted to put it. 

"His cock was slimy and slippery when he pulled it out of her mouth. And the 
goddamned thing hard was longer than it was when it was soft. So you gotta 
know how big that fuck pole of his was. But the damned thing hadn't got any 
thicker. It was just as skinny as when he started. But what he lacked in 
girth, he sure made up for in inches. 

"He got that redhead up on her hands and knees and started poking around her 
ass with his pole. "Use some grease,' she said. There wasn't anything around 
that was greasy enough, so somebody was sent out to the clubroom kitchen. 
The asshole came back with the grease can the cook used to store old bacon 
fat in. Well, shit, it was greasy. 

"Sandy reached in the can and brought his fingers out covered with a big 
glob of grease. He slipped his middle finger up the redhead's ass. Christ, 
even that turned her on. Then he dipped his fingers in the can again, and 
this time two fingers were shoved up inside that broad's asshole. Three 
fingers next. Christ, she must have had an asshole like the Grand Canyon. 

"Sandy spread a little of the fat on his cock and then walked around and let 
the redhead suck on it again for just a few seconds. Just long enough to get 
it slippery as well as greasy. Sandy seemed like he was a real pro at this 
ass-fucking bit. 

"He went back behind her ass and positioned himself. He held his cock in one 
hand and aimed it at her asshole. 'Slow, baby. Go slow,' the redhead begged. 

"Sandy grinned and told her sure, he'd go slow, and just as soon as the 
words were out of his mouth, he slammed that big cock of his all the way up 
her ass. Man, she howled like crazy. That must really have hurt. But no 
matter what she screamed, or how hard she tried to get away from his cock, 
Sandy just kept pumping it to her. 

"Man, I'd seen rough fucks before, but nothing like this. He long-dicked 
that broad for maybe ten minutes. Eventually, I guess, the pain lessened 
because she quit screaming so much, although I don't think she ever got to 
the point of liking it. And I guess that's what Sandy liked about the bit. 
He was getting all the pleasure and giving none. He's a real weird guy. 

"After that long, long ass-fuck, Sandy finally shoved his dick into her once 
more and kept it all the way in. His body stiffened, but he didn't make a 
sound when he started pumping come into that asshole. He shot for the 
goddamndest longest time. He must have poured quarts of jism into that shit 
hole. 

"And then it dawned on me. Before this, it was my job to clean up the mess 
with my tongue. And man, it was bad enough having to lick up some other 
guy's come from a pussy. I'd be damned before I'd lick some creep's cream 
out of a broad's asshole. 

"But that's exactly what they had in mind. They told me what they wanted, 
but I refused. 'Not on your ass,' I said. 'Do it!' they said. 'No,' I 
answered. An out-and-out, flat refusal. 

"But you'd be surprised just how fast that cattle prodder can make a guy 
change his mind. After a few jolts from that damned thing, a guy'll do just 
about anything. To, or for, anybody. 

"I'd agree to do it and they'd let off with the electric rod. I'd get in 
position and they'd back off to watch the show. Then I'd try to get out of 
there. Three times that happened. I just couldn't bring myself to put my 
tongue on that asshole. Man, licking cunt was one ting, but a broad's shit 
shaft? Never. 

"After the third time of my saying I'd do it and then backing off, they had 
a special treat for me. That cattle prodder was stuck right between my legs, 
on my balls. 

"Man, if I'd been on the track team I would have won world's, record in high 
jump. I'd never had anything hurt like that. It even made me sick to my 
stomach. But they had me now. They told me it was suck out that asshole or 
the next time that rod would be put right on the tip of my cock. Just the 
thought of that made my head spin. Shit, they might have ruined me for life 
that way. 

"So, like a goddamned little Milquetoast, I got back down on my knees and 
put my face up close to that dripping asshole. I was already sick to my 
stomach from having that fucking electric pole shoved against my nuts, but 
when I looked at that asshole I was expected to eat out, I got even sicker. 

"I started to gag even before I touched the puckered little hole with my 
tongue. That gave the assembled assholes a good laugh. Then somebody put his 
hand on the back of my head and shoved my face up against her asshole. Man, 
then I really gagged. 

"I just couldn't do it, I told them. But then they went ahead with what they 
had threatened. They bent me back, so that my body was arched and my cock 
was sticking out, and they just touched that electric rod against the knob 
of my prick. Christ, talk about hurt! Nothing, nowhere, ever hurt as much as 
that did. My poor little pecker tried its best to shrivel up and get inside 
my body, but it couldn't. It had to just stay there and suffer, like the 
rest of me. 

"But anyway, they had talked me into sucking out that asshole. Let me tell 
you, brother, after that jolt I would have done anything. But I can't think 
of one thing worse to do than what they were asking me. 

"I put my face back up against that asshole. The redhead was still on her 
hands and knees with her ass sticking out in the air. The cunt was looking 
forward to having me eat her ass out. 

"I closed my eyes and let my tongue slip out of my mouth. I felt the tip of 
my tongue touch that slippery, slimy asshole. Oh Christ, it was awful. I 
tasted shit and come and bacon grease all at once. I know I must have dry 
heaved at least a dozen times after my tongue hit her asshole the first 
time. That made me even sicker. But I could have been on my deathbed and 
those assholes would have made me keep on with the licking. I managed to 
close my eyes and think of beautiful things, like skiing down a snow-covered 
mountain, or having that great-looking blonde in my English class naked and 
on her back in bed, with me on top plowing my cock into her to beat the 
band. 

"With those thoughts going through my mind, I managed to clean out her 
asshole pretty good. At least it was good enough to satisfy the club 
members. They gave me a rousing cheer and let me stand up. That's when I 
upchucked. Man, I vomited up vodka, shit, come, even lunch. But they were 
ready; there was a bucket setting right next to me. 

"I thought that maybe, just maybe, I was done. But I wasn't. There was the 
finale to go yet. But this time it didn't involve my tongue, it involved the 
redhead's. 

"The funny thing is that they never had to tell her what to do. I guess they 
used her every time for these initiations because she did things like she 
had them memorized. I remember as soon as they let me up from licking out 
her asshole, she stood up. She was standing right next to me when I tossed 
all my cookies. 

"And she continued to stand next to me when they loosened the ropes that 
were holding my arms and then retied them, and me, to a post that was stuck 
up in the middle of the room. It looked like the goddamned creeps were going 
to burn me alive. But that wasn't the bit. 

"As soon as I was tied tight, the redhead got down on her knees and took my 
poor, mistreated, limp cock into her mouth. She rolled it around on her 
tongue, pulling it, stretching it, urging it into a hard. She didn't have to 
wait long. It was hard and ready for action, despite the treatment it had 
received, within seconds. 

"As soon as it was wet and hard and slimy, the redhead got up and moved 
closer to me. She got my prick in between her legs. Then she stood on her 
tiptoes, reached down and grabbed my cock, bending it as much as she could, 
until I felt my dick sliding up into her hot, wet, used cunt. 

"But by that time I didn't give a shit if she'd been fucked fifty thousand 
times. I just wanted to get my rocks off. It didn't take long. She wriggled 
her ass around, fucking herself on my prick, until I felt the heat building 
up in my balls like a furnace. I was sure they would pull her off me as soon 
as I really got close. But they didn't. I kept getting hotter and hotter and 
she moved her gorgeous pussy around on my prick. 

"And then, so hard that it hurt a little', I shot off. It was like a 
lightning streak going up the length of my cock. My poor pecker had waited 
so long to get relief that it was acting like it was mad at me. But it was a 
damn good hurt. I shot spurt after spurt of rich white come up into her 
pussy. I had her moaning now. That redhead sure liked to get fucked. And you 
could tell she wasn't putting on a show. She actually liked getting jabbed 
again and again with cock, no matter which of her holes was used. 

"As soon as she drained me, she pulled her body off. You could tell she was 
a little reluctant, but I guess she figured she'd gone this far, she might 
as well follow the script to the finish. She got back down on her knees and 
started gobbling on my cock again. 

"Now, let me tell you, I'm no goddamned fucking machine, and once I shoot, 
it takes at least time to take a few breaths before I'm ready to go again. 

"But they weren't giving me any time to rest. She worked and worked on that 
goddamned cock until she had it standing up again. And as soon as it was 
hard, she reached back and wet up her own asshole. She stood up, reached 
behind her, and spread her ass cheeks. Then she backed up on my hard cock. 
Luckily for her, I wasn't nearly as long as the goddamned creep who had 
fucked her ass earlier. She took my prick a lot easier. Not that I wasn't 
big. It's just that she was so stretched by the first fuck, and my licking 
around on her asshole, that she could have taken an army tank up her shit 
shaft and not even felt it. 

"She started wriggling her ass around, and let me tell you, it felt good. It 
was the first time I had ever fucked an asshole. Never thought about it 
before. But it was great. 

"I guess the novelty of what I was doing got me going, because for the first 
time in my life, I was able to shoot twice within less than five minutes. 
She kept wriggling her butt around, and the ropes were slack enough to give 
me some fucking room, so I threw my cock to her with all I had. I was 
pounding her from the back and she was wedging herself against me. I felt 
the come build up in my balls, and before I knew what was happening, I had 
deposited a second load of come, only this time it was in her asshole. 

"As soon as I was finished with my second come, she pulled off my cock. You 
should have heard the noise when the knob of my cock pulled out of her 
bruised ass. It sounded like somebody let out the biggest fucking fart in 
the world. Hey, maybe the redhead did fart. 

"Anyway, she got back down on her knees and started to lick my cock. At 
first it turned me on to see her cleaning her own shit off my prick, but 
then my cock started to bother me. It was a little sore and she was treating 
it a little rough. I asked her to at least slow down, but she kept working. 

"That's when one of the guys told me that she was going to make me come four 
times in a half hour. If she did, she .got an extra hundred and fifty bucks. 
If she didn't, I didn't get into the club and she didn't make the money. So 
it was up to us. 

"I started cooperating with the broad. I felt sorry for her and wanted her 
to make the money, and also I wanted to get into the club. I had taken a lot 
of shit-literally-that afternoon, and if I wasn't taken into the club it 
would be all for nothing. And believe me, being a member of this club was 
important on campus. It gave you privileges, and the fucking broads just 
about tripped getting on their backs for members. I wanted to get in. Real 
bad." 

In the personalities of Tom and the other club members, there is a-for lack 
of a better word-delicate balance between their complementary obsessions 
with voyeurism and exhibitionism. According to Tom's description of the 
club, there seems to be no common bond among the members such as exists in 
most other fraternal organizations. Unless, of course, unusual and almost 
perverted sex can be described as a "common bond." 

As Tom explained the proceedings of his organization, one was struck by the 
universal need of the membership not only to watch sex being performed but 
to be watched. Both seem part and parcel of their sexual outlet. 

As for Tom's reasons for joining the club, or wanting to be a member-"being 
a member of this club was important on campus. It gave you privileges, and 
the fucking broads just about tripped getting on their backs for 
members"-they, too, indicate an overdeveloped sexual interest. 

We all remember times when we have done something that we have not been 
particularly proud of, and when asked to explain our actions, or when they 
are brought to our attention by someone who indicates disbelief or disgust 
without actions, we simply shrug our shoulders and give the excuse that we 
don't understand why we did what we did and that it was unintentional and we 
just weren't ourselves at the time. 

This type of explanation may be accepted when the action involved is not of 
a serious nature, or causes no harm to anyone. But the truth is, nothing 
that any person ever does is "unintentional." Every act is prompted by some 
force within us, be that force conscious or unconscious. 

In Tom's case, as probably with all his fellow club members, it was 
exhibitionism. He received his sexual gratification not so much from the 
physical act as from being observed while indulging in it. Also voyeurism. 
He derived sexual gratification, again, not from the sexual act itself but 
from observing it performed by others. 

Initiations have always involved bizarre activities. Again and again cases 
have been brought to the attention of school authorities of gross violations 
of academic rules. These cases usually involve some sort of physical injury 
to those being initiated. But there are thousands of initiations which 
proceed uninhibited by exposure, and generally, almost in every instance, 
these initiation rites involve perverted sex, violence, injury, and/or 
degradation. 

People who are opposed to this elementarily obvious fact will argue that it 
would be almost impossible-just from a numerical standpoint-for all people 
who belong to clubs and fraternal organizations involved with initiations to 
be sexually "mixed-up." The answer to that, as can be ascertained by anyone 
who has ever been involved in any sort of initiation, is that a relatively 
small percentage of the club membership actively participate in the 
initiation. That is an almost universal occurrence. 

A small number do the leading; that small number invariably constitutes the 
sexually deviant segment of the group. 

In The Collegiate: A Psychological Study, Dr. Elmer B. Grane substantiates 
that fact. 

... latent homosexuality, masochism and sadism underlie most initiations. A 
need to belittle, to humiliate-an aspect of the insecure personality of the 
initiator-is also a factor. In the so-called Greek fraternal organizations, 
practices that can only be referred to as barbaric, were condoned when 
presented in an aura of brotherly love. The initiate and the initiator were 
in practice to forget everything that had happened prior and embrace each 
other as "brothers" after the period of initiation ceased. It is beyond 
comprehension that some of the practices reported could be "forgotten." 

Dr. Grane goes on to cite a report prepared for a large, international Greek 
fraternal organization. 

Only seven percent of that organization's active membership "enjoyed" 
initiations. The term "enjoyed" was not elaborated upon. Perhaps the 
fraternity executives-all men well into their middle age-felt there was too 
much dynamite in the choice of terms. 

However, despite this lack of interest in the process of initiation, only 
fifteen percent of that same active membership stated they would like the 
initiation procedures to be changed. This opinion was based on the 
acceptance of "tradition." 

In another volume, entitled Sex and the Collegiate Male, the author, 
presented anonymously, stated, The male animal, when pushed from the 
parental nest, or when he voluntarily leaves the confines of that nest, 
invariably allows his instincts free rein. Kinsey reports an approximate 
[7.5 percent of] homosexuality in the male population. It is easy then to 
transfer that percentage to the male college population. 

Thus, given any unit of measurement, whether that unit is the number of 
males in a particular dormitory, or the membership of a fraternal group, the 
incident of male homosexuality will be about the same, or higher, than the 
national average. 

Deviance, then, is prevalent on the college campus. This deviation may take 
any form: homosexuality, masochism, sadism, etc. And when, as in Tom's large 
number of these sexual deviants gather together, no matter for what reasons 
they may state, the result is often the perverse and grossly indecent 
incidents which have been recounted earlier. 

As will be seen in the following portion of Tom's case history, he is a part 
of that deviant group. He has performed the tasks required of him to be 
received into membership. Now, as he states, it is "his turn." 

"I did it. You're goddamned right I did. That redhead got me to shoot off 
four times in thirty minutes. I'm proud to say that I even had a couple of 
minutes to spare. Course, it's kind of hard to describe just how sore my 
prick was. After taking it up the pussy and then up the ass, she blew me for 
the third time, and the fourth time she just jacked me off until I dribbled 
out a little bit of come. I got a standing round of applause, and officially 
I was a member of the club. It was a damned good feeling. 

"They packed the redhead off-I don't imagine she could sit down for a week; 
her pussy and asshole must have hurt like hell-and I went to bed. But not 
until they gave me the ID bracelet that told everybody that saw it just who 
I was and where I belonged. It was great being a member of this gang of 
guys. They were weird, but a hell of a lot of fun. 

"I got an idea of just how weird they were-as if I needed one after that 
initiation-the very next afternoon. I headed for lunch at the house after my 
morning classes. It was only eleven-thirty and the dining room was empty 
except for a couple of guys playing bridge. One of the players looked up 
when I came in and told me that if I wanted a pleasant surprise I should go 
up to Room 17. 

"I headed upstairs. About ten guys were inside. The door was open. I just 
walked in. Nobody paid any attention to me except to say hello. Like I mean 
I was accepted. They wanted me to be around. 

"I had to fight my way through a small group to see what was going on. When 
I did manage to see, I almost flipped. Lying on the bed was a girl. She 
couldn't have been more than twelve. She was naked and she was so young she 
didn't even have any tits yet. Her chest was flat as a boy's. But below the 
belt she didn't look like a boy. She had a woman's share of hair above her 
pussy and she knew how to use her hole. There were two guys holding her legs 
up in the air, on the edge of the bed, and a third guy was pounding his cock 
into her cunt. And man, she was loving it. 

"She kept reaching up and grabbing for the cocks of the two guys holding 
her. She'd hold on to them and jack them off for a while, until they pulled 
away from her. Everybody in the room had a fucking hard on and was waiting 
for a turn. 

"Every once in a while, while she was getting her cunt plugged but good, 
somebody would approach her from the other edge of the bed, with his dong 
hanging out, and she'd grab him with her lips. Man, she could suck cock 
almost better than the redhead. 

"I thought after my workout the day before that I'd be out of action for a 
while. But not so. My prick was begging to get involved. I jerked it out and 
it was hard as a rock. I walked around to the other side and walked up to 
the kid's face. She was. lying there with her eyes closed, really enjoying 
the fucking she was getting. 

"I bobbed my cock up and down, hitting her with it in the face. She opened 
her eyes. Christ, she was stoned to the gills. She smiled and then reached 
up with her mouth and enclosed my prick with her lips. Man, they were warm 
and soft. My cock started to respond right off. 

"She was at a funny angle so that I couldn't face-fuck her right. But she 
seemed content just to have the cock in her mouth. She sucked on it a little 
but not hard. She wasn't in the right position to do a good job. 

"And then the guy who was long-dicking her shot off. Man, he banged his cock 
against her really hard. His balls slapping her ass sounded like a fucking 
clapper in a bell. He was hurting her, you could tell. 

"When he finished, he pulled out and got up. Immediately another guy took 
his place, but the little cunt put her hand down, covering her pussy. 
'Please, no more down there,' she said. Christ, her voice was real pitiful. 
'Let me suck,' she added. 'I really want to suck.' 

"She did, too. One after another she got down on her knees in front of and 
licked and sucked and chewed until I thought she'd get lockjaw. But she 
loved it. 

"Finally, she got to me. My cock was still hanging out of my pants. She 
scooted on her knees over to me-I was just another cock in a long line-and 
she took it inside her mouth. I tell you, her mouth was beautiful. Soft and 
moist. And she exerted just the right pressure. It was like fucking the best 
and tightest little pussy in the world. 

"All told she must have lapped on about twenty cocks, and that's a hell of a 
lot of come for a twelve-year-old kid to drink, but she loved it. I heard 
later that one of the guys had met the little cocksucker up near the 
chemistry building and brought her to the house. He got her stoned, and 
voila, a ready-built cock-sucking machine. 

"And then another great thing happened; I mean, great in the sense of the 
variety of things these guys could come up with. And I'm just telling you 
the unusual things that happened. I'm not even mentioning the times when one 
of the members would bring some broad home, fuck her like crazy someplace 
like the living room couch, and then offer her up for grabs to the brothers. 
Hell, you should have heard some of those babes corn plain, but once they 
got used to having six or seven cocks stuck up their cunts right in a row, 
they got to like it. A lot of them came back for more. 

"Of course, almost every guy had some girl that he thought a lot of and it 
was strictly hands-off on them. I mean we weren't fucking maniacs or 
anything like that. You gotta remember that all these guys were important on 
campus, most of them jocks, and some girls just got their kicks being fucked 
by important guys. Those were the ones we really took care of. 

"But, like I was saying, there was always something funny and strange 
happening. I mean like the twelve-year-old kid. And then that other time 
that I started mentioning. 

"Artie K-set this one up. He was on the baseball team and didn't live in the 
house. He preferred the dorm; I don't know why. But anyway, one night Artie 
got back to his room late. He was knocked. He'd been fucking around all 
night over in the Belton area, and man, if there's one place where you're 
likely to pick up some kind of dick disease, that's it. I mean, those broads 
over there will lay for anybody; they're so goddamned poor that anybody with 
a buck can get his rocks knocked off. But the only trouble is that those 
girls lay day and night, first come, first serve, so their chances of 
picking something up and passing it around are pretty good. 

"Well, anyway, I'm explaining all this to show why Artie decided he needed a 
shower at four o'clock in the morning. I didn't have to explain why, right, 
but I did. 

"He was in the shower all by himself, just washing that pussy juice off his 
cock, when the door to the shower room opens and this second guy comes in. 
Artie knew him to look at, but ignored him. He was sort of a skinny little 
guy, nothing much. Sort of walked like a girl, if you know what I mean. 

"Artie was in there soaping up his cock and balls like crazy, even washing 
out his asshole trying to get rid of any evidence of the broad he had forced 
to lick out his shit shaft. I guess all this action around Artie's prick 
area set the guy off, because all of a sudden the little fruit reaches over 
and tries to take hold of Artie's cock. 

"Artie just stood shock still and stared at the guy. When he didn't knock 
the shit out of the queer, the guy took it as a go-ahead and got down on his 
knees in front of Artie. He tried to reach for Artie's cock with his mouth, 
but Artie pulled away. Artie was just about ready to slam the guy when the 
poor slob looked up and said, 'Let me suck it. Please, let me suck it.' 

"Now Artie is what you'd call a real freak when it comes to sex. I mean, he 
wouldn't turn down a chance to come no matter where the offer came from. So 
he stands there under the water and lets this creep suck on his cock. He 
said later the guy was really good and that he shot off in just about no 
time at all, even though he'd been fucking around all night. 

"As soon as Artie comes in the guy's mouth, the queer jumps up and heads out 
of the room, like he's trying to get away fast. But Artie followed him to 
make sure of what room he lived in. Because Artie had an idea. 

"About two weeks later he had his plans worked out. He came over to the 
house and got three of the brothers to help him. He had checked and made 
sure earlier that the fruit was in his room. They headed over to the dorm, 
all four of them. 

"Artie got back to his room and stripped down. He wrapped a towel around his 
waist, like he was going to take a shower, and then headed toward the 
fruit's room. The other three brothers waited around the corner while Artie 
knocked on the queer's door. The guy opened the door and started sputtering 
and stammering all over the place when he saw it was Artie. The fucking 
fruit couldn't keep his eyes off Artie's crotch. You know, the way it was 
bulging out under that towel. Artie asked if he could come in, and the fruit 
almost had a heart attack from excitement. Artie went in, but he made sure 
the door wasn't closed tight. 

"The brothers gave him five minutes and then busted in the room. There was 
Artie, sitting on the end of the bed with his legs spread, naked as a 
fucking ass, baby, with this creep on his knees in front of him. He was 
sucking on Artie's dong to beat the band. 

"Well, that's when the brothers started in on their little act. They started 
yelling at the poor little fruit and roughed him up a little. The sap was 
scared shitless. 

"They half dragged him over to the house. They got him into a room, locked 
him in, and then assembled all the brothers who were around in the meeting 
hall. 

"The platform-stage was still set up from my initiation. That shows you how 
good we all are at cleaning things up. But anyway, as soon as everybody was 
assembled they dragged the creep in. He was really shaking in his boots. I 
recognized him. We were in the same Lit course. He was a real fuck-ass 
brain. Knew everything there was to know about everything. And now here he 
was. The fucking queer phony. 

"They used the cattle prodder on him a couple of times until they had him 
convinced he should take his clothes off. When the poor sucker was naked, he 
just stood there shaking. His pecker was all shriveled, I guess from being 
scared. 

"And then Artie brought in an extra added special attraction. And when I saw 
her I nearly shit in my pants. It was the biggest, meanest looking broad I'd 
ever seen in my life. Where the fuck Artie ever found her, I'll never know. 
But he did. 

"She walked into the room wearing nothing but a pair of leather boots that 
went damned near up to her pussy, and a sort of halter-type arrangement that 
didn't cover anything. It just pushed up and out even more the most gigantic 
set of tits I've ever seen in my life. Man, they were a sight. And the 
woman, if that's what you could call her, had arms on her like a stevedore. 
She wasn't fat, but man, she was big. She made the little queer look even 
smaller. He just stared up at her and his eyes got big as saucers. Then he 
started to shake even harder. 

"Then they started the bit. It was a little like what I had gone through, 
only, if the truth be known, it was kind of grotesque. I mean, when that big 
fucking broad sat down on the bed and spread her legs, it was almost enough 
to turn off a billy goat. She was all shaved. She didn't have one pussy 
hair. Christ, and her gash was huge. I mean, really huge. You could have 
stuck your whole head in there and still had room. 

"Anyway, with a couple of jolts from the prodder, they had the creep down on 
his knees between her legs. 'Lick her out!' somebody yelled, and the whole 
group sort of took up the chant. The little creep looked like he was going 
to turn green. He was crying. Actually, crying like a baby. He acted like 
the broad's cunt was going to bite him. I wouldn't have been a bit surprised 
if it had. 

"One more jolt and the little guy stuck his face up to that smooth cunt. 
Even back where I was you could see his tongue touch her cunt lips. He 
gagged right off. It would have struck me funny, too, but I think that 
hairless, ugly cunt would have made me gag just the same. So that took most 
of the humor out of it. 

"Another jolt-a goddamned big one; it nearly made the creep's hair fry-and 
he dove in. He didn't like it, but he liked that goddamned cow prodder less. 

"The big broad reached down and pulled her cunt lips apart. 'Suck it, little 
man,' she said, and then she laughed like hell. Man, she was too much. 

"All of a sudden, the little guy's face disappeared. I mean it went right 
into that hole. You could see his jaws moving a little, so you could guess 
that he was using his tongue. But that's all the evidence you had. Man, he 
was swallowed up in that cunt. 

"In the next half hour, that woman got the tonguing of her life. They made 
the little creep eat and suck and lick on every part of her. I mean, he 
stuck his tongue all over and up into her pussy, up the crack in her ass, up 
inside her shit shaft, down her big thighs, between her toes, on her fucking 
tits. And then, as a final bit with his tongue, the woman got up on her 
hands and knees, arching her ass up in the air and they made the little 
creep really wash out her asshole. Man, he must have had his tongue stuck 
four inches up inside that shaft. 

"The funny thing was that the woman didn't react at all. I mean she didn't 
groan. She didn't even act like she liked it. But the little queer made his 
feelings known all right: he hated it, that was obvious. 

"After they finally let the poor slob up, he was nearly hysterical. I guess 
it was the first time he had ever lapped pussy, so it was a real traumatic 
experience, considering the pussy he was lapping. Weird, man, that broad was 
weird. 

"She stood up and she still had the same expression on her face. I guess it 
was a mixture of boredom and disgust. Or at least something like that. 

"She stood there with her hands on her hips, looking like she was waiting 
for the go-ahead on the next act. The little queer just looked at her and 
shivered. 

"Everybody was looking around, waiting for something to happen. Finally, 
Artie called out to the woman, 'Okay, Carmen, go get it.' How's that for a 
name? Carmen. 

"She walked over to the side of the room where she had a little suitcase 
stashed. I hadn't even noticed it. She opened it up and pulled out the 
weirdest-looking thing I've ever seen in my life. It was shaped like a man's 
cock and it was the color of a man's cock, but it was the biggest fucking 
thing I've ever seen. Man, no human being could have a cock that size. It 
was made of hard rubber, so it barely bent. And the goddamned thing, honest 
to Christ, must have been eighteen inches long and about as big around as 
the end of a baseball bat. I mean the big end of a baseball bat. 

"Artie took over with the cattle prodder now. Only he and the little creep, 
and the woman, were on the stage. 'Get up on the bed,' Artie said to the 
queer. When the guy didn't move fast enough, Artie dropped that prodder 
right down on the guy's little cock. That made the slob hop. He got up on 
the bed and just looked around. He looked bewildered as hell and there were 
still tears glistening in his eyes. 

"'On your hands and knees, faggot,' Artie ordered and the guy obeyed after 
he was given another jolt. That time Artie shoved the prodder between the 
guy's ass cheeks, giving him a zinger right on the asshole. Man, I remember 
how much that goddamned thing had hurt. I was starting to feel sorry for the 
little guy. 

"Artie now turned to Carmen. 'Fuck him with that thing,' he said, and right 
away Carmen started heading toward the little guy's asshole. The guy started 
to pull away and then beg for Artie to let him go, but Artie's answer was 
another jolt. He was laying that thing on thick; a little too thick, if you 
asked me. 

"Carmen got to the guy's ass and then started to grease up that big fucking 
fake cock she had. 

"'Don't grease it,' Artie said. 'Shove it up his ass dry.' 

"'I'd kill him if I did that,' Carmen said. It was the first time she had 
said anything. She spoke with a heavy accent. 'You want that?' she asked. 

"'Okay, grease it,' Artie said. 

"Carmen spread the grease on thick. Then she approached the little guy. As 
soon as the head of that big cock touched his asshole, he moved away quick. 
But Artie stopped him just as fast. He lowered the prodder under the guy's 
belly and gave him a shot right on his shriveled-up cock. That brought him 
back into line. 

"Carmen strapped the big cock around her waist with a belt. Then she 
approached the little guy again. She had this monstrous prick hanging down 
from her crotch, and that, with the combination of her gigantic tits, was 
really a sight. 

"She held the guy's ass with one hand and with the other she guided that 
hard rubber cock toward his asshole. They met, and honest to God, you could 
see the head of that fucking thing go inside the guy. It must have hurt him 
like hell, because he damned near jumped a foot. 

"'Fuck him hard!' Artie shouted. You could see he was really turned on by 
the bit. And I guess the whole scene was getting to most everybody in the 
room, because there was a lot more noise now. Guys were laughing and making 
jokes about the size of that fake cock and how it had slipped into the 
little guy's ass. 

"Carmen pushed, and more of that thing went in side. The queer was trying to 
pull away from it, but Artie was keeping him in line with the prodder. Every 
time Carmen would shove, the little guy would jump. She had about half of 
that goddamned thing inside him now. That meant he had about nine inches of 
hard rubber shoved up his ass. I thought sure as hell if they put any more 
in they'd bust something inside the poor slob. 

"But they didn't. Carmen kept on shoving and pressing against the guy's 
asshole, and more and more of that dildo went in. 

"Finally, she had all but about two inches w-edged inside him. Then she 
unstrapped the thing and held it with her hand. Slowly, she started pulling 
it out. 'Go faster,' Artie told her. 'Fuck him good.' 

"But Carmen paid no attention to him. She just kept slowly pulling the 
fucking thing out. It looked like it would never stop coming. As it got 
close to the end, the little guy let out a big sigh of relief. I guess it 
was like having a gigantic shit, or maybe like having a baby. I don't know. 
All I do know is that the little guy seemed glad as hell to have most of it 
out of his asshole. 

"But Carmen wasn't finished. As soon as she got almost to the end, she 
started pushing it in again. The little guy protested, but shut up real 
quick when Artie laid the prodder on him. He must have let that goddamned 
jolt run into the guy for ten full seconds this time. I can just imagine 
what that felt like. 

"This whole procedure went on for like maybe ten minutes. Carmen would pull 
the thing almost all the way out of the guy's ass and then push it back in. 
Only every time she did it she went a little faster. At the end of ten 
minutes, she had that thing moving in and out of the guy at about the same 
rate as a normal guy would fuck a broad. Man, she was really punishing his 
ass. 

"He was still moaning and groaning, but the fake cock was slipping in and 
out of him pretty easily by this time. And then the weirdest goddamned thing 
happened. The little guy's cock started to get bigger. The harder Carmen 
fucked him with that dildo the bigger his cock got. In no time at all, the 
fucking creep had a roaring hard on. And he wasn't gypped on cock equipment 
either. 

"Even when Artie would touch the end of the queer's cock with the prodder it 
wouldn't go soft. The fucking weirdo was enjoying the whole scene. Wow, I 
mean, how freaky can you get. A goddamned telephone pole fucking him in the 
ass and Artie sending wave after wave of electric juice through his cock and 
balls, and the guy was still eating it up. Man, now that's freaky, way-out 
sex. 

"As soon as the guys in the room got to seeing that the queer was enjoying 
himself, their whole attitude changed. I think at first they all were 
feeling sorry for the creep, like I was, but now ... hell, if he enjoyed it 
so much, why not keep at it. 

"Just about that time, Artie opened his pants and pulled his cock out. It 
was hard. He loosened his pants so his balls hung out, too. He walked up to 
the little creep and stuck his cock in the guy's face. 'C'mon, fruitcake,' 
Artie said. 'You wanted to suck on this? Go ahead.' 

"The little guy looked up at him. There weren't any tears now. His fucking 
eyes were glazed and he looked like a fucking broad about to explode in an 
orgasm. When he realized what Artie was saying to him, he reached up with 
his mouth and grabbed hold of Artie's cock. The whole damned length of 
Artie's prick disappeared down the guy's throat. Artie put the prodder down, 
grabbed hold of the weirdo's ears and started to face-fuck him like crazy. 
Shit, it looked like Artie was going to tear up the guy's throat. The little 
creep was getting it from both ends: Carmen plugging him in the back and 
Artie in front. 

"The two of them got their actions synchronized. Just when Carmen would ram 
that dildo back into the guy's ass, Artie would smash his cock down the 
guy's throat. 

"It didn't take too long for Artie to shoot off. His body stiffened and he 
pressed his cock down the guy's throat. 'Drink it, you fucking queer!' Artie 
shouted, and then spurted. The little guy drank it down like it was nectar. 

"Artie pulled out and then spit right in the guy's face. I sort of thought 
that was a shitty trick. I mean, there was no denying that Artie was 
enjoying the whole scene, especially getting sucked off, so why spit at the 
guy. But the little creep seemed to enjoy even that. His hard cock just 
bounced around and jerked around a little more. 

"'Anybody wants his cock sucked?' Artie asked the brothers. Nobody went to 
the stage, just looked around sheepishly. 'C'mon, for Christ sake,' Artie 
said. 'He's a damned good cocksucker.' 

"When still nobody moved up to the stage, Artie seemed to go off his nut. He 
acted like he had to have somebody else in on the act. Like maybe if nobody 
else let the guy suck them off, then that would make Artie queer. 'C'mon!' 
Artie shouted angrily. 'Goddamn it, let him suck you!' 

"Finally Artie looked down at his best friend. 'C'mon, Dave,' he said, 
almost begging the guy, 'let him suck you off. He's great.' 

"Dave looked at his buddy for a couple of seconds and then slowly went up on 
the stage. You could tell he didn't really want to do it, but would only 
because of his friendship for Artie. 

"The little creep had a hell of a time getting a rise out of Dave, but 
finally, you could see Dave's cock lengthening and getting thicker. The 
little guy sucked and sucked until Dave arched and stiffened and shot. 

"When Dave was finished, he turned to the rest of us. 'Hey,' he said, 
'Artie's right. The creep is a great cocksucker.' 

"That started it. Almost every guy in the room, including me, got himself 
sucked off by the queer. I guess it was a real night to remember for the 
little slob. He made it through the whole batch of us, his cock still hard 
and Carmen still fucking him with that fake cock. 

"After I shot off, I got out. I had a term paper due and couldn't waste any 
more time. I went up to my room and started working. I don't know what more 
they did to the little guy, but for about another hour and a half I'd hear 
these periodic shouts from the brothers, almost like they were cheering 
somebody on. 

"I guess all this sounds a little sick. But you gotta realize that weird 
things turn some people on. Like me. It's been around three years now, and 
believe me, I could tell you some stories that would make these seem mild. 
But I won't. I don't want you to get the wrong impression of my club. I 
mean, we do some decent things, too. Like one year we had a Christmas party 
for some orphan kids. That's decent, right?" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Danton: A Case of Need 

"What are you going to do? Right? Just because a guy has a couple of degrees 
that they write behind his name doesn't mean he loses all sense of why his 
cock was attached to him. Right? I mean, just because I'm a college 
professor doesn't mean that when I see a beautiful young pussy I don't want 
it. Right? And just because a guy has a wife and a couple of kids doesn't 
mean he has to be a monk. Right? I mean, especially when these babes are 
working their asses off to offer you all that gorgeous young cunt. 

"Hell, if you want all the pussy you can handle, just get yourself a good 
education and then get yourself a job teaching in a girls' school. The 
fucking broads are so hot to trot, they almost ambush you from behind 
bushes. I mean, if you've got anything going for you at all. 

"And in a girls' school, they're especially hot to trot. You know, no cock 
their own age around, so they look for a little older substitute. But most 
young guys won't consider teaching in a girls' school. The salaries are 
always lower than they can get in a larger place. But give me my school, 
with all that free pussy, any day over some state university. 

"I'd only been teaching for three days when I first found out the good spot 
I'd landed in. I was interviewing student assistants for my advanced history 
courses. Of course, all the candidates were girls. I interviewed three, all 
losers, and then Beth walked into the room. My God, I had to look away. I 
almost creamed in my pants. All that girl had to do was look at you and you 
got a hard on. I've heard of bedroom eyes, but this girl was ridiculous. One 
glance at her and you had her in the bedroom, naked, her cunt open and 
welcoming and your cock pounding away. 

"And she dressed for the part. Frankly, she was shitty in history, but man, 
when she showed what she had in those little short dresses, I was almost 
willing to take her on. I mean as a student assistant. 

"But then I found out I didn't have to give her the job to get some nookie. 
She wasn't even interested in the job. She just used the interview to get me 
alone in my office. That fact was a real boost to my ego when I found out. 

"She slithered across the office floor and sat down. I gulped about twelve 
times and then said something in a squeaky voice. Beth knew she had me 
going, because she just sat there and smiled. She had her dress pulled up 
until I swear to God you could see some of her pussy hairs. 

"As I remember her-and who could forget she was about five foot five, 
weighed in about a hundred and five, light brown hair, blue eyes, about a 
thirty-eight inch set of jugs, a neat little nipped-in waist, gorgeous, 
full, lush hips, and long slender legs. I've got a hard on just thinking 
about her. 

"We talked for a few minutes about the job. Every time I said something my 
voice would crack. Just like a fourteen-year-old kid. And after talking to 
her for a few seconds, I knew sure as hell that she didn't have the 
qualifications for the job. She knew it and I knew it, but we kept on 
talking. 

"I played along with her, then invited her to have a cup of coffee, just so 
we could talk some more about 'the job.' She agreed. We walked over to the 
cafeteria and before we had downed one cup she had invited me over to her 
apartment. Man, I was on a cloud. She was so goddamned beautiful. 

"She lived with a friend who, she said, spent all her afternoons in the 
library. Hell, I would have gone with her to the dean's office if it meant 
getting into her pants. And she sure seemed willing. 

"And she was. We got to her apartment, which was one big room, and she 
immediately closed the drapes, turned on the hi-fi, and offered me a drink. 
I took the scotch and soda she offered me with a shaking hand. That's how 
excited she had me. My pants were bulging out so far that I didn't even try 
to hide it. And I saw her a couple of times looking at my crotch. She seemed 
to enjoy seeing my hard cock striving to get out. 

"After a couple of interminable minutes she excused herself to go to the 
bathroom. While she was gone I busied myself with feeling up my own hard 
cock. And then she walked back into the room. At first I couldn't see her 
too clearly. There was a bright light coming from the bathroom window behind 
her, so she was in shadow. And then, as though she knew I couldn't see her 
well, she moved inside the room a little more. I felt myself lose my breath. 
She was stark, bare-ass, baby naked. And she was even more gorgeous without 
clothes than with them on. 

"She had a dark tan-all over. Jesus, she was beautiful. I guess I just sat 
there in shock while she walked slowly over to my chair. She leaned down, 
her hair brushing my face, and lightly kissed me on the lips. I raised my 
hand and caressed her breast. Firm and yet soft. So gorgeous. 

"I ran my hand down her belly, playing with the light down. She had a sexy 
little tucked-in belly button that seemed to have a life of its own: It 
seemed to wink at you, if that doesn't sound too damned stupid. 

"I swear I had to calm myself down at that point or I would have come. 
Without touching her I would have come. She was that damned sexy. And then, 
to top everything, she looked right at me and said, 'I want you to fuck me. 
Fuck me hard and slow.' Then she walked slowly over to the bed and lay down. 
She tucked one leg under the other and looked at me, smiling. 

"I jumped up, knocking over my glass in the process, but I didn't give a 
fuck about that, and with hands shaking so hard I couldn't control them, I 
started to strip out of my clothes. I was naked as she was in no time. 

"I walked over to the bed, and as I got closer she opened her legs. 'Put it 
in me first,' she whispered. 'Put it all the way in me and then kiss me.' 

"I lay on top of her, angling myself. Her legs were around my waist almost 
immediately. I felt my cock brush against her cunt. She was already wet. I 
took my cock in my hand and aimed it at her waiting pussy. I watched as it 
slid inside her. God, I can remember how the waves of pleasure ran through 
me. I couldn't control myself. With only one lunge into her I was coming. I 
shot and shot. But I was so goddamned disappointed. 

"When I was finished, after shooting what seemed like a river of come up 
into her pussy, I let my body fall on hers. 

"'That's all right, baby,' she said. 'Just keep it in there and love me 
until you can go again.' 

"We kissed, tongues deep inside and caressing each other's mouth. I licked 
her all over, as far as I could, without pulling my cock out of her. It was 
half hard, and after just a few minutes of fondling, licking, and loving 
that beautiful thing under me, my prick was stiff and hot again. I had never 
been ready again so fast in my life. 

"Slowly, I began fucking her. I was rough with her because that's the way 
she wanted it. I'd plunge hard into her, all the way, and then slowly pull 
out until just the tip was in, and then plunge again. She was arching her 
body against mine, wanting more cock inside her. 

"We fucked, the two of us, first with me on top of her, pounding into her, 
increasing my speed as I went along, slapping my balls against her ass, 
biting on her nipples, on her neck, sucking juices from her mouth ... and 
then she pushed me back until I was on the bottom. She rode my cock, milking 
it of come and heat. I lay back and watched her fucking herself on my cock. 
She groaned, closed her eyes tightly, and let an orgasm rack her body. But 
she started right over again. Again and again, as I lay there watching her 
fuck herself on my prick, she had orgasms. Her whole body would shake and 
she'd emit these low, guttural moans. Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore. 
I pushed her gently on to her back, got positioned again between her legs, 
lifted her legs high in the air, and pounded into her. The heat in my nuts 
was unbearable. I had to come. Just then another orgasm racked her body and 
I could almost feel her pussy juices flow over my hot cock. Then I busted. 
Literally busted with come. I plowed against her time and time again and 
then pressed deeply into her and the come welled up my prick and spit out. 
God, it was the most glorious fuck I'd ever had in my life. 

"We stayed in bed an hour after it was over. She never made a mention of a 
return engagement, but I was looking forward to it already. We had a couple 
of drinks, talked a little, had some cigarettes, and then she told me her 
roommate was about due home. I got dressed in record time and was out of 
there in a flash. I'll tell you, I was one of the happiest men in the whole 
fucking world. 

"I got the clap. That goddamned little bitch, that fucking little nympho, 
gave me a dose. And the worst part was that night, the night after the 
afternoon I had fucked Beth, my wife got all lovey-dovey. So I pretended my 
wife was Beth and I fucked her royally. It was the best we'd had for 
years-even she said so-so that made me doubly happy. Christ, how happy could 
a jerk be? 

"Then, three days later, the dripping and the burning started. I thought I'd 
shit a gold brick. I knew damned well I'd given it to my wife. How in the 
hell was I going to tell her? Christ, what a bind. 

"Actually, it turned out to be not as bad as I thought. Sure, I had a 
fucking royal dose, but I managed to convince a doctor friend of mine to 
doctor my wife without telling her why. I set the stage, telling wifey that 
there was a new shot out, prevention for colds. I told her she could get 
one, and since she was always anxious to keep everybody from getting sick, 
she jumped at the chance. 

"So I managed to get over that hurdle without a divorce. But it was close. 
As for that little bitch, the next time I saw her I told her about the clap, 
and do you know what she said? 'You have your fun,' she laughed, 'you take 
your chances.' Guess who flunked my English history course? 

"But the pussy didn't stop offering itself. I always did all right with the 
ladies, but this was ridiculous. Of course, I couldn't have given a damn 
about a repeat with Beth-and she felt the same-but there were a lot of 
others. 

"The little girl I finally had hired as my student assistant was a great gal 
by the name of Susan D-. Nice little French gal, very studious, fluent in 
French, very interested in European history, big eyeglasses, neat little 
figure, thinking of law school, and hot as hell. 

"I found out that last attribute just a week after I hired her. I walked 
into my office and she was in there correcting papers. She had her blouse 
open to her navel, and the most beautiful little set of tits were hanging 
out all over the place. I couldn't help but stare at them. When she caught 
me looking, she just smiled and said, 'It's very warm in here.' 

"I answered, 'I'll say,' wiped perspiration off my forehead, and tried to 
concentrate on the next day's lecture. It was impossible. 

"As soon as I had sat down she slid her chair out from under the desk a 
little and then crossed her legs, pointing them toward me. And they were 
great-looking legs. But what bothered me more than anything was the shot of 
pussy I was getting. Didn't anybody wear any pants around this school? I 
felt my cock knocking at my zipper again. 

"I had sworn after the experience with Beth, and the dose she gave me, to be 
extra careful. But I felt safe with Sue. She was so damned cute and naive. 

"But that cute and naive little number sure knew how to fuck. It took us 
about ten minutes to psych each other out. I knew what she wanted and she 
knew I wanted to do it to her. Getting together, with no hang-ups, was the 
problem. 

"Finally, after her pussy-teasing me for a while, and after minutes of me 
rubbing my cock up and down right in front of her, I came to the point. 
After all, the gentleman should take the initiative in things like this. 
Right? 

"'Miss D-,' I said, trying to sound as sophisticated and blase as I could, 
although even my elbows were shaking, 'I think we both have the same thing 
on our minds. Fucking. If I'm correct, I'd be pleased to.' 

"That little son of a gun got right up and went and locked the door and a 
couple of minutes later she was stripped to the buff. That's one good thing 
about the new fashions: they make quickies so much quicker. 

"There was a small couch in the office and despite not being the biggest nor 
the most comfortable, it did make an admirable fucking surface. I laid her 
on her back and stuck it home. If anything, my new little French cunt was 
wilder than Beth. Her cunt was so tight I damned near couldn't get it in, 
and I knew at first that I was hurting her. That made it even more exciting 
for me. Man, I jabbed and screwed her with all I had, and after just a few 
minutes of vague discomfort on her part, she took to my fucking like a duck 
takes to water. Christ, she had a neat little pussy. And wet? Damn, she was 
sloppy in no time and my prick just slid in and out of her neat as hell. I 
grabbed hold of her, around her back with both arms, and pulled her close to 
me. She wrapped her legs around me and winged it with me. My ass was flying 
toward her and away from her. Even in that close-up position, I could 
long-dick her. She was great. She squeezed and moved just right. And then, 
when I got close to coming, we backed off. She seemed to instinctively know 
when I was too hot. Honest to God, I fucked that little French gal for 
fifty-five minutes. Almost without stopping for breath. She came about four 
or five times, so I was feeling on top of the world. The great lover! Right? 
A neat little French cunt just hanging on to me and letting me fuck the shit 
out of her. It was wonderful. 

"Finally, I decided I'd had enough. I mean it was great having that feeling 
in your body for that long. Being on the pinnacle, so to speak. But I wanted 
to come. I wanted to shoot so much come up into her she'd need a shovel to 
get it out. So I started to fuck her from the side. Held her leg up and 
rammed against her. I was hitting a new part of her pussy now and she 
exploded with me. Just about at the same time, with her just a little ahead. 
She squeezed my cock all the while she came, milking the come out of it. Oh 
God, it was so wild. 

"We got up sort of fast after that. Suddenly it dawned on me just what I was 
doing. Fucking a student right in my office. Christ, anybody could have come 
to the door. Suppose the janitor had opened the lock and walked in? Or the 
president of the fucking college? 

"I got straightened up, and so did she, and we went back to grading papers. 
It was sort of a comedown, but it was fun to look over at her and remember 
that great fuck we'd just had. She'd see me looking at her, then smile and 
wink. Then we'd both go back to seeing how well my students were acquainted 
with the Schleswig-Holstein problem. History! Shit. 

"In the next half hour I didn't grade any papers. I had it all set up in my 
mind that I'd put Sue in an apartment. Just a cheap, cozy little place where 
the two of us could fuck like crazy any time we wanted. 

"Sue had an extra surprise for me before she left for the day. She said she 
was leaving and got up. Then she walked over to my desk and knelt down right 
in front of me. She reached up and opened my fly. She fumbled inside my 
pants until she'd brought both my cock and my balls outside. Then she 
proceeded to give me the greatest suck job in history. Wet, soft lips. 
Suction. Man, she was a pro. And she enjoyed it, too. That's what really 
turned me on. She enjoyed sucking. 

"After a while of letting her work on my cock and balls, I stood up. My cock 
was about ready to bust. I grabbed her by the sides of the head and 
face-fucked her like crazy. I looked down and could see my cock slipping in 
between her lips. I could feel the pressure of her tongue on the end of my 
cock and on the veins that ran under it. And then I shot. With my belly 
pressed right up against her face, I shot my full load down her throat. I 
must have had my cock buried to her lungs, but she took it without one 
sound. She swallowed my come and sucked on my cock some more until I had to 
push her head away. My prick was getting a little tender by this time. 

"She stood up. Content. The great lover had showered her with his come again 
and she was happy. Man, I felt like the greatest cockhound in the world. She 
left with the promise of a lot of similar afternoons. 

"This time it took four days before my piss started to burn. And another day 
before I could detect any drips. I had the brown telltale spots on my 
underpants. Christ, the little French bitch. She had the clap, too. Didn't 
any of the snatch on this campus let a guy fuck without leaving something 
behind? Man, I was ready to give up extracurricular activities. 

"And, of course, I had fucked my wife in the meantime. Every time I seemed 
to get a little head on the outside, my wife would insist on her rights. So 
I fucked her the same night. Twice, as a matter-of-fact. She was still a 
good fuck. No doubt about that. And I was getting pretty confident about my 
ability. Four times in one day. Shit, Errol Flynn had nothing on me. 

"The doc this time wouldn't go along with me. He just looked at me with 
disgust and shook his head. 'I'm going to tell her the truth this time,' he 
said, and no matter how much I begged him, he did. 

"Man, did the shit hit the fan. My wife didn't talk to me at home for three 
weeks. Which wasn't too bad, except the kids started to wonder what the hell 
was going on. In public my wife was okay. I mean, we went to a faculty tea 
and she managed to treat me with calculated disdain, which is a standard 
husband-wife relationship in most academic communities. 

"I kept Sue on as my assistant, despite the clap. One reason for that was 
her reaction when I told her what she'd given me. Tears. Within a split 
second. She was bawling like a baby, not because she had the goddamned 
disease, but because of the trouble she was causing me. I sort of 
appreciated her attitude and decided to give her a break and keep her on. 
After all, even if she did have the clap, she'd be over it in a while, and 
meantime, she was one mean little cocksucker. 

"And then it dawned on me. Why the hell was I putting up with all this 
trouble, when I could have my cake and eat it, too. Obviously, clap was 
rampant on the campus, and every time I fucked some little pie-eyed student 
from now on, I'd be scared shitless for three, four, or even five days. But 
if I kept myself limited to letting these hot little numbers use nothing but 
their mouths on me, I was safe. I considered using rubbers, but that sort of 
takes the romance out of things, and besides, what if I forgot to take the 
damned things out of my pocket before wifey sent the suit to the cleaners. 
Another month of hell. I didn't want to have to put up with that. No way. 

"So I had the solution. Suck. I could lick pussy until I was blue in the 
face and I'd never get a disease, as long as my mouth was in top shape. And 
then let them blow me. Simple, right? 

"Not so simple. Little Sue was fine with the blow jobs until she had her 
clap cleared up, and then she wanted to get fucked. Sucking was just a 
diversion, she said. I told her I'd fuck her if she was true to me, but she 
wouldn't have any of that. If she found a cock she liked, she wanted to be 
free to have a fuck thrown her way. Christ, what's this world coming to with 
all these kids running around looking to be fucked? Back in my day, only bad 
girls got fucked. Now you were stupid if you didn't." 

Somehow, it is difficult to have a negative reaction to Danton, the subject 
of the preceding case history. His approach to sex, and its easy 
availability he found at his new job, seem pleasant and winning. We are 
almost happy for Danton that he seems so happy. 

Perhaps that is a commentary on our times that when we run into, or hear of, 
someone who has managed to squeeze some sexual happiness out of his life, we 
are happy for him. But there are some sad overtones to Danton's flippant 
attitude toward his sexual life. Summed up, he might be called totally 
immoral. Perhaps that is why we appreciate him. Human beings tend to 
appreciate completeness, and without a doubt Danton is completely immoral. 

The first question most people would ask is: What's so wrong with Danton's 
way of life? He is after sex; he hurts no one sexually; his partners are 
just as eager for sex as he is. So why worry? 

As opposed to the cliche, Danton's silver cloud life has a dark lining. He 
has a wife and children. His attitude toward them is complete disregard as 
concerns his sexual promiscuity. He doesn't want to lose his wife and 
children. No, not in the least. But, at the same time, he is willing to 
undermine the sexual and emotional basis of his marriage and life as a 
father in order to gain a few minutes of sexual pleasure. 

If Danton were an isolated example, there would be no problem. However, 
Danton is one of thousands, or more accurately, millions of married men who 
are not sexually satisfied at home. 

The question dissolves then to the point of asking which is preferable, an 
alienation of the male from his wife and family or a second "hidden" life? 
Danton wants and needs extramarital sex. He could have a substantial and 
ample sex life at home, but he needs the excitement and challenge of other 
bodies and the "chase." Is he right in pursuing his ends through stealth, or 
should he admit his needs to his wife, promising to conform to society's 
expectations of him or else end his relationship with her, which he is 
maintaining under false pretenses? 

A difficult problem, but one that is becoming widespread. Should a male 
stray and lie, or stray and admit, or not stray? An interesting choice. 

If Danton did not, or could not, find sexual gratification extramaritally, 
would his marriage persist? If he did admit his casual relationships, would 
his marriage persist? Perhaps, when we look at his choices objectively, we 
might discover that Danton has taken the best course. His marriage is 
intact; his children have a father; his wife is satisfied with her 
relationship. A perfect solution. Correct? 

Wrong. The acceptance of Danton's way of life is but just one more instance 
of our moral values slipping away. Marriage is the bedrock of morality. 
Honesty is the bedrock of marriage. 

In Morality and the Changing Times, John B. Davis, S.J., a priest of the 
Society of Jesus and a well-known psychologist and marriage counselor, 
states unequivocally: 

Truth is the basis of all relationships, and nowhere is truth more important 
than in a satisfactory married life. Frustrated sexuality, in all forms, 
whether latent homosexuality, promiscuity, impotency, etc., constitutes the 
greatest threat to the institution of marriage. Couples often approach 
professional help voluntarily, and yet it may take months before the cause 
of their dissatisfaction is discussed. It seems almost unintelligible that 
two people who share the greatest intimacy, are unable to communicate to the 
point of discussing the greatest obstacle to maintaining a relationship 
which in most cases they are desirous of retaining. 

Morality cannot be legislated. It must be accepted voluntarily. There is no 
morality norm. An individual sets his standards. The obligation of authority 
is to present standards of morality and to convince the individual of its 
acceptance. The failure of organized religion, and to a large degree 
organized society, is not in the presentment of moral values, but in the 
persuasion of their use. 

Now we have come to the question of whether our moral standards are of any 
value. That, to all of us, is the most difficult question of all to answer. 
We are loathe to dismiss what can only be considered the basis of our 
civilization, but at the same time we see so much that is ludicrous, so much 
that is hypocritical in the supposed "dogma" of our society, that we are 
often tempted to eliminate the whole. 

Danton was in just such a predicament. Obviously, his wife and family were 
important to him, but at the same time so was his extramarital sex life. Two 
weights on a scale. Which has the greater importance? Perhaps if Danton had 
sublimated his desire for sex outside marriage, his frustrated sexuality 
might have achieved overpowering importance, to the point that he would be 
willing to overthrow his marriage and family to attain it. Perhaps Danton 
was correct in his solution. 

Morality, religion, and society say he was not. 

But let's examine Danton's "solution." He apparently was satisfied with oral 
sex. Dr. Kinsey, in his Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, states: "Sexual 
gratification attained orally can only be described as a substitute, a 
novelty. In not one of the cases studied was oral sex the sole sexual 
activity of the subject." 

We are led to believe then, that there were other motives in Danton's 
actions. Perhaps it was not the sexual gratification that he required, but 
merely the notice and attention of young girls. Perhaps they substantiated 
in his own mind that he was still attractive and appealing. His wife and 
family were indications that at least at one time he was sexually 
attractive. But he might have needed more assurance, and from other sources. 

Notice Danton's disappointment with the sexual success of his new friend, 
Roger. He mentioned that he thought only he was finding sex readily 
available on the campus. 

Aging is a process which all human beings must suffer through. For some, the 
loss of faculties and abilities-especially in the sexual area-is accepted 
with good grace. For others, this loss is a tremendously traumatic 
experience. 

Danton was not an old man by any standards. In the world of business he 
would have been considered quite a youngster. But in the college atmosphere, 
when ninety-nine percent of the people he came into contact with were under 
the age of twenty-three, his reaction was to consider himself as "over the 
hill." 

To disprove this opinion of himself, Danton took advantage of a situation. 
Any rational man would have seen the situation in its true light, and 
admitted, as Danton said but apparently didn't believe, that sex on campus 
was available to anybody who "could stand up." 

The real loser, ultimately, in this situation was Danton himself. Not only 
was his self-respect at stake, but a much more important segment of his 
life. Society does not condone extramarital relations, no matter how often 
national magazines and self-proclaimed spokesmen state the contrary. When 
caught, and if his wife decided, he could lose the most important thing a 
man possesses. His family. 

"Two beautiful cunts had come into my life, and then gone out again almost 
as fast. Too bad, but there were two thousand other pussies walking around 
that campus, and I wasn't about to overlook any possibility. 

"While all this was going on, I had made a friend on the faculty. He was 
just about the only other professor in the liberal arts college who was 
under ninety-five. He was a great guy, a bachelor, and he had this big 
apartment that he lived in alone. 

"We played handball every Wednesday afternoon, and slowly I got information 
out of him. He liked pussy just about as much as I did, and also he was 
having just about the same degree of luck I was. That sort of turned me off, 
because I thought all these young snatches were falling all over me because 
I was so fucking handsome and virile. Now I found out that anything that 
could breathe and get a hard on on this campus could make out. Oh, well, 
such stuff dreams are made of. 

"I also found out that he hadn't had one case of clap and he'd been around 
for two years. I guess I'm just unlucky that way. Maybe I'm just more 
susceptible to it. 

"Anyway, Roger and I made a deal. I paid him a small amount of rent for one 
bedroom in his apartment. It was mine, see. Completely private. Nobody went 
in there when I wasn't around, and it was a perfect setup for taking cunt. 
After all, if anybody asked what was going on, we'd say a student 
conference. Roger would back me up and I'd back him up. Perfect. 

"The only trouble was that Sue wasn't giving me the time of day anymore 
since I told her there'd be no more fucking. She was still doing a good job 
as my assistant, and I liked her, but no fucking. She still maintained she 
didn't like to suck cock all that much. 

"So I was looking around for some steady head, if you know what I mean. But 
I was having trouble. Oh, sure, I could pick something up at one of the bars 
any time day or night and hurry her off to Roger's apartment, but what I was 
really after was some of that fresh, young pussy that was walking around the 
campus. I mean, anybody can pick up a pro. 

"I'd been watching this one little gal in my Tudor England course for a long 
time. She had real light blonde hair that looked natural, and a body that 
wouldn't quit. The only problem was she was only about four feet ten. A real 
short doll, which made her look even younger than she was. She looked like 
an overgrown little kid. But maybe that's why she turned me on. 

"I asked Sue about her, but my assistant wasn't being helpful at all in 
pimping for me. She told me she 'didn't know the young lady.' Very snotty. 
She acted like she knew what I had in mind. Maybe she did. 

"But I had to do something. Every time I looked at that little blonde now, 
I'd get a hard on and have to sit behind the desk. And it's hard as hell to 
lecture a class from behind a desk. 

"My agony went on for two weeks. No matter what I tried, I couldn't get 
close to that little blonde. And I had this mental fixation. I had to know 
what color her pussy hair was. Was it blonde? Brown? Or just plain, everyday 
black? I wanted to know, and the longer it took me the more determined I 
got. 

"It got so bad that one day, when I saw her playing tennis during a Phys. 
Ed. course, I stayed around the courts all the while she was on them, hoping 
to see a wisp of pussy hair float out from her neat little white pants. 
Shit, she had a beautiful little ass. 

"I was getting to be a nervous wreck. I couldn't prepare my lectures. I 
snapped at my wife and kids. I hated the students and the stupid problems 
they brought to me. Man, I was really in a bad way. And all of this over 
what color the little blonde's cunt hairs were. 

"I even made a bet with Roger. I said light brown. He said dark brown. I put 
five dollars where my mouth was and hoped like hell that someday I'd be able 
to either win or lose that bet. 

"And then my prayers were answered. I was sitting alone in my office one day 
after classes. I was kneading my balls with one hand and trying to correct 
term papers with the other. I'd had a pain in my left nut ever since I first 
saw that goddamned little blonde. 

"There was a knock on the door. I yelled, 'Come on in!'-another stupid 
student with another stupid problem-and looked up. Guess who walked in? 
You're right. The little blonde. And she was looking worried. I felt like a 
fourteen-year-old kid in his first whorehouse. My hands started to shake, 
and my knees, and I had a frog in my throat the size of a whale. 

"I tried to clear the whale out of my vocal cords, but the best I could do 
was a squeaky, 'What can I do for you, Miss S-?' Christ, my balls jerked 
even when I mentioned her name. 

"'My term paper,' she said, close to tears as she wriggled her gorgeous 
little butt into a chair opposite me. 

"'What about it?' I asked. 

"'It's not there!' she answered and immediately began to bawl. Now if 
there's anything in the world that affects me, it's a girl crying. It had a 
worst effect on me than sitting and imagining what color pussy hair she has. 
My heart melts. I want to help. 

"It also gives the pretty little snatch an ample reason to be grateful. 

"I told her, 'Liz,'-is there a more beautiful name in the world?-'that's not 
such an insurmountable problem. What held you up?' 

"She went into this long song and dance about being sick and not being able 
to get to the library. And she had such a terribly hard schedule and didn't 
seem to be able to catch up.... 

"I laughed lightly, the fatherly, understanding type. I had the solution 
already in mind. 'I'll tell you what,' I said, all sweetness and light-her 
pussy hairs were definitely light brown-'do you think you could have the 
paper done by Sunday night?' 

"Her eyes lit up in gratitude. 'Yes, I'm sure of it,' she said, smiling 
openly and invitingly. 

"I told her I was spending the weekend at a friend's house-out of necessity; 
my wife was very ill and a nurse's constant attention was needed, my bedroom 
was therefore overly occupied-and if she wanted to get credit for the term 
paper, she could bring it over to the apartment Sunday night, and I'd act 
like she had handed it in on time. 

"She beamed her appreciation; my hand shook when I wrote down the address. 

"She smiled arid smiled until she left and then a funny thing happened. 
While she was sitting down, her short little dress had creased; it stayed 
that way when she got up. Her beautiful, wriggly little butt, in a pair of 
dandy-flowered underpants was all I could see when she was walking out. It 
had to be deliberate, I told myself. She had to know her ass was sticking 
out. She was enticing me. 

"You wouldn't believe the trouble I had getting out of the house that Sunday 
night. I had to feed the kids, put them to bed, feed the fucking dogs, etc., 
etc. It seems my wife really wasn't feeling too hot. So I did all the things 
a dutiful husband does when his wifey isn't up and around, and then got my 
ass over to Roger's apartment. 

"There was a kink in my plans. Roger was home and he was entertaining. Five 
faculty members. A very legit dinner party. All the guests were old farts 
from the liberal arts faculty. The associate dean of instruction and his 
pig-ugly wife; the chairman of the chemistry department, which was Roger's 
field, and his wife; and a secretary named Dorothy something or other, whom 
Roger used to drag around when he needed a respectable date. 

"I thought my plans were ruined, but Roger filled in for me. 'I'm sure we 
won't bother you if you want to work in the den,' he said loudly enough for 
everybody to hear. 'When your student arrives, I'll send her right in to 
you,' he added. 

"When I thought about it, the situation was perfect. Who'd ever think I'd be 
in the extra bedroom fucking around with a student while six august members 
of the liberal arts faculty were sitting right outside the door feeding 
their faces? This bit was going to work out yet. 

"I had a small bar set up in the room, and a desk, but the place was still 
definitely a bedroom and reeked with sex. I mean, I could have stripped down 
naked an stretched myself out on the bed and still not been any more obvious 
about what I had in mind when using that room." I twitched and fiddled 
around for about a half hour until beautiful Liz rang the doorbell. Roger 
showed her in. The goddamned bitch was wearing a jump suit-you know, one of 
those things that comes in one piece and goes from the neck to the ankles. I 
tell you, sometimes it doesn't pay you to get up in the morning. And I had 
gone to church and every goddamned thing that day. 

"Little Liz was all smiles. She had the term paper in her hand, all done, 
and you would have thought she had accomplished something great. I glanced 
at the papers and threw them down in disgust. 'I don't know if I can accept 
it,' I said sulkily. 'This is giving you too much of an advantage over the 
other members of the class.' 

"'Oh, my,' Liz said, her face falling, T had so hoped....' 

"And all of a sudden her hand went up to the little ring at the collar of 
her outfit and she pulled it down a little. Not far, but just far enough to 
give me hope. 

"'You must realize my position, Miss S-,' I said as professorially as I 
could. 'Every other student had her paper in on time. ... ' 

"Zip...!" 

"'... and I feel it's only fair that they get full credit and you ... ' 

"Zip ... zip ... zip...." 

"The goddamned jump suit was zipped open to her fucking waist and she was 
sitting there massaging her own tits with her own hands. Whatever I was 
saying caught in my throat. She had an Aplus. Anything. She had the most 
gorgeous, the most luscious, the most inviting set of jugs I'd ever seen. 
And there she was offering them to me. I literally about shit in my drawers. 

"'You want them?' she asked, and I nodded my head dumbly. "Then they're 
yours.' 

"She slouched down more comfortably in the chair, letting her tits hang out 
all over the place. I managed to get out from behind the desk without 
bending or breaking my stiff cock on anything and walked over to her. 

"I stood right by her chair, my pants poking her almost in the face. 'You 
seem to have a strong argument on your side,' I said. 

"'Sue D-suggested this approach,' she said and smiled. 'I was very willing 
to try it.' 

"I got down on one knee and reached up to her zipper. She didn't offer any 
resistance. I just pulled and her whole body started to appear. The fucking 
zipper went down all the way to her crotch and she didn't have a thing on 
under the outfit. Man, I got goose bumps when that zipper went all the way 
down and I was staring at a little cunt that for beauty would match any 
broad in the world. And her pussy hairs were a real light brown. I had even 
won my bet with Roger. How much goodness could one man have in his life? 

"I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the belly. She moaned a little just 
to let me know she liked it. Then I let my tongue slide down her belly and 
nuzzled my nose in her cunt hairs. God, they were soft as silk. I pulled the 
jump suit farther down so I could get my mouth to her pussy. She leaned down 
in the chair and spread her legs wide for me. I found her hole and stuck my 
tongue up into her with one jab. She was already wet and waiting. Her taste 
was acidy but so goddamned sexy I damned near passed out. I had been waiting 
for this for so goddamned long. 

"Without taking my tongue from her cunt I managed to get her to strip 
completely out of her jump suit. She stood up and I lapped on her cunt like 
a starving man. She was so beautiful. And I could imagine the sight we 
presented. She was standing up, her legs spread, and me on my knees sticking 
everything I had up into her cunt. 

"'Let me see you naked,' she whispered, and I damned near came. I jumped up 
and was out of my clothes in no time at all. She walked toward the bed. 'Lie 
down,' she said. 'Sue told me you like people to suck on your dick.' 

"It amazed me to hear her say words like that, but they only turned me on 
more. I lay down on the bed, my legs hanging off and spread wide, and she 
got into position between them. 

"When her. warm, wet, little mouth touched my cock the first time and drew 
it in in one long swallow, I came. Just as fast as that. She had me so 
excited, I shot off immediately. But that didn't bother me this time. I knew 
I'd be ready to go again in no time. 

"I pulled her up on the bed with me and we settled down to a calm, casual, 
wild, sexy sixty-nine. She kept my cock in her mouth, gently urging it to 
action while I lapped on her thighs and pussy. I reached up and separated 
her cunt lips and shoved my stiff tongue inside. God, that made her move 
around on the bed! She was a hot little number. And the more I worked on her 
pussy the more she worked on my cock. It was standing up hard again in no 
time and my tongue and teeth had worked her into a frenzy. I found her 
little clit and sucked and bit on that little knob until she arched her back 
in a come. Her whole body kept jerking around as the waves of release 
flooded through her. Man, I thought, I'm just as good with my tongue as I am 
with my cock. 

"I was happy as a lark. I was having a ball and there wasn't any danger of 
picking up anything. At least I thought there wasn't any danger. And her 
mouth working on my prick was just as good as a cunt. Tighter than most. 
Wow! 

"The heat was relly building up in my balls by this time. I wanted to come 
again. I let her work on me, then back her off for a while, but then I got a 
bright idea. I wanted to fuck her face and shoot my come straight down her 
throat. I jumped up off the bed, leaving her beautiful little cunt 
reluctantly, and stood over her. I moved my stiff prick down to her face and 
she gobbled it in. You got the scene, right? I'm standing over her, leaning 
for support on the headboard of the bed, fucking her face like crazy. She 
was barely moving, just providing the suction and the pressure while I 
plowed my hips and cock toward her face again and again. I could feel my 
cock getting harder and hotter. The pressure was unbelievable. I knew I'd be 
shooting come down that gorgeous throat any second. But then I guess I was 
getting a little too rough for her because she started to flail around on 
the bed. I guess she couldn't get any air or anything. She was really 
struggling to get away from my cock, but I smiled and kept up with what I 
was doing. Nothing was going to let her get away now. I pumped faster and 
she just kept struggling away. 

"That's when I heard the voice. 'I'd like to see you in my office early 
tomorrow morning. Mr. 

D-,' the voice said, and I damned near shit on the floor. I glanced over 
toward where the voice Came from just in time to see the dean of 
instruction's back heading out the door. My cock wilted in half a second. 
Man, what must he have thought? The way Liz was struggling it looked like I 
was forcing myself on her.... 

"And that's what she said happened. I made her suck my cock. I gave her 
something to drink, she said-I hadn't even offered her a ginger ale-and then 
I forcefully took off her clothes, threw her on the bed, and stuck my cock 
in her mouth. She didn't use those exact words, but that was the gist of it. 

"And they believed her. Why not? She was such a little, innocent-looking 
kid. It'd be easy for a big slob like me to force myself on her. Get her 
drunk and then rape her orally. I didn't even offer a defense. And then old 
Roger really put the final touch on the whole thing. He said he had rented 
me the room as an office away from the noise of my own house and had no idea 
to what purposes I intended the place. He said, in a horrified voice, that 
if he had known, of course he wouldn't have considered renting the place to 
me. 

"I guess you couldn't blame the guy for deserting the ship-the rat. After 
all, there was no use both of us losing our jobs. 

"Oh, well, it was good while it lasted. 

"I got another job right away, at the same salary, so I'm not hurting too 
much financially, although my standing in the academic community suffered a 
little. 

"I'm the history professor at a military school in one of the southern 
states now. That means all boys. The nearest town is about twenty-five miles 
away and I haven't seen anything under fifty walking around the streets of 
that place yet. 

"So that leaves me with a bunch of ugly faculty wives-and my own wife, who 
isn't ugly, but she's so goddamned familiar-who look like they'd be 
interested in a fuck or two, but they turn a guy off pretty fast. I mean one 
is about six feet tall and weighs seventy pounds and another is so goddamned 
fat you'd need a compass to find her cunt. And those are the two best ones. 

"And just to show you that luck-bad luck, that is-follows some people 
around, my wife got pregnant again. That's four kids now, so I'm pretty well 
stuck. 

"Shit. 

"My only hope is the Christmas vacation. There's a history conference that's 
being held in New York City. By that time my wife will be too far along to 
travel, and maybe, just maybe, she'll let me go alone. 

"I've already written Sue D-, asking her if she'd like a few games-plus an 
all-expense-paid couple of days in New York-during the vacation, but she 
hasn't written back yet. 

"Every day I rush home at lunch to check the mail. I'm sure she'll answer 
me. After all, I told her in the letter that we'd play it her way. I'd fuck 
her cunt for days on end. 

"Her letter came this morning. Sue said she'd be glad to meet me and was 
looking forward greatly to the time I'd shove my big, hot cock into her 
throbbing cunt. My wife read me the letter over lunch. "Shit." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Ted and Sara: The First Time 

"The first fuck I ever had was when I was fifteen. This divorcee moved into 
the apartment house my mother was managing and just three days later she 
just about dragged me into her apartment. I was nervous as hell, but she got 
me stripped down in no time. I had a good-sized pecker for a kid my age, and 
I guess the gal expected a lot of experience out of me. When I told her it 
was my first time, she laughed a little and then decided she'd show me the 
ropes. 

"She sure as hell did. We fucked and sucked and licked and balled and 
screwed. I had her in every position possible and then some. She especially 
liked to get me on my back and sit on my cock, riding and milking the come 
out. Christ, she was a good fuck. 

"I screwed her every chance I got until my mother found out what was going 
on and threw the poor old gal out. Some bitchy nosy neighbor squealed on the 
two of us. Jealous of the action, I guess. I mean, that's what I think. 

"I missed her for about an hour and a half. There was too much pussy around 
to miss one for long. So I went on a spree. 

"You'd be surprised how popular a good fucker is, especially one that really 
knows the ropes. And believe me, I sure did know sex. There were older gals, 
younger ones, stacked ones, skinny ones. And they all seemed interested in 
my cock. 

"You see, along with a lot of talent in the prick department, I wasn't 
exactly hard to take in the looks department. I mean, if the truth be told, 
I was goddamned good-looking, and the gals would just about flip when I gave 
them the time of day. And then when they found out I had a big piece of meat 
and knew how to use it, they were doubly impressed. Christ, it got to the 
point where all I'd have to do was snap my fingers and just about any broad 
would fall on her back. 

"To give you an indication of just how effective I was, and I hope I don't 
sound too goddamned conceited, but you told me to be honest, I supported 
myself for a whole fucking summer on nothing but the talent of my prick-and 
my good looks. 

"I had decided to spend the summer between high school and my freshman year 
in college out of the United States. But since I didn't have too much money, 
I decided on Mexico. You can live cheaply down there and it's a great place. 
I got as far as I could on the money I had, which took me on a Mexican 
bus-if you haven't ever traveled on a Mexican bus, you haven't lived-to 
Mazatlan. At that time, it was just starting to catch on with the moneyed 
tourists, although it had been sort of a fisherman's paradise for a lot of 
years. 

"I arrived in Mazatlan with twenty pesos in my pocket and a two days' growth 
of beard. In case you don't know, twenty pesos is a dollar sixty. Which 
ain't much, even in Mexico. 

"It was early in the afternoon, so I headed for the beach and the tourist 
area. Even at that time there were a couple of big, fancy hotels operating. 
I guess by now there are a dozen more, but it was good enough then. 

"I got to the beach, pulled a towel out of my suitcase, laid it out, 
stripped off my shoes and shirt and then got into my suit European style. 
European style involves stripping off your pants and getting your suit on in 
the shortest possible time, letting the fewest possible people see you. But 
you do it in the open. I hurried because I didn't know how the Mexican 
police would react to having somebody nude on their beach. After all, Mexico 
is still pretty religious. Or at least it was. 

"But I got my suit on without a hassle from the cops, and as far as I could 
tell, only one person saw me. And she had taken a pretty good look. She was 
a good-looking woman, about thirty-five, who was nut brown from lying in the 
sun. 

"I glanced around sort of sheepishly as soon as I had my trunks pulled up 
over my ass, and she was staring at me, with a great big friendly smile on 
her face. I smiled back and then felt my cock jumping around in my suit. She 
was pretty goddamned good-looking. And she was lying there on her towel, 
with her legs spread wide. Without that little suit she had on, she'd have 
been in perfect position for a good fuck. 

"I smiled back at her and then lay back. I didn't want to appear too anxious 
but I had a feeling she was about to be my first meal ticket. 

"After a couple of minutes, I got up and walked over to her. 'Hi,' I said, 
flashing her the winning smile. She smiled back, and her glance dropped down 
to the bulge in my pants. 'You don't happen to have an extra cigarette, do 
you?' I asked. And from that minute on, we were buddies. I moved my towel 
over and I shared her cigarettes and the wine she had in a cooler. She gave 
me the tired old line about her husband being an avid fisherman and going 
out every morning early and leaving her to herself all day. 'He'll be gone 
for three days this time,' she said. 

"That was a hint that the lady was looking for a fuck. I knew what she was 
after and she knew I knew. So I got to the point. 

"'Would you be interested in some company tonight?' I asked. 

"'I certainly would,' she said, smooth as silk, and within ten minutes we 
had all our shit collected and were heading for her room. 

"She didn't have the most expensive room in the the hotel but it was pretty 
damned nice. 'Why don't you clean up,' she said, 'and I'll mix some drinks.' 

"I shaved first and then got into the shower. I had a feeling that's what 
she wanted and I was right. In just a few minutes after I'd turned on the 
water, she was in the bathroom, stark-naked, staring in at me. 

"'I caught a glimpse of your equipment back at the beach,' she said, nodding 
toward my cock which was already standing straight up, almost touching my 
belly. 'You're a beautiful boy.' 

"She hopped into the shower and started washing me up, first with soap and 
then with her tongue. And believe me, she didn't miss one spot on my body. 
Christ, it was wild. As soon as she rinsed the soap off me, she started in 
on my chest with her tongue. I had a little chest hair and she started 
nuzzling in on that. Then down my belly, into my navel, down to my balls. 
She took them in one at a time and sucked them. She'd roll them around on 
her tongue and then gently pull on them with her mouth. She really had me 
going. 

"She didn't touch my cock then, but headed down my legs, lapping every 
square inch. She even cleaned up my feet for me. Man, what a wild chick. 

"Then she turned me around. My shoulders, back, legs, all got the treatment. 
She even licked around my ass cheeks, but she wouldn't stick her tongue in 
my asshole. I even pushed back against her when she was close to my shit 
shaft, but she didn't take the hint. Not that I blame her one goddamned bit. 

"Finally she turned me around and went to work on my cock. I hadn't touched 
her at all so far, but while she was putting her wet, soft mouth around my 
cock and swallowing it down, I reached for her tits. I ran my hands over 
them-she moaned like crazy, even with my cock in her mouth-and then I 
pinched the nipples very gently. That seemed to turn her on so I pinched 
them a little harder. She moaned even louder and sort of arched her back, 
but she didn't try to get away from me. 

"So I got her nipples between my fingernails and really tore into them. She 
ate it up. She started to work even faster on my cock. She'd pull the full 
length of my fucking rod into her throat and then back off. Only her head 
was flying like a piston. I could feel the come building up in my balls 
already. I was still mauling her tits when I felt myself losing control. I 
was going to come if she didn't stop. 

"I reached down and tried to push her head away, but she wasn't having any 
of that. She worked even faster, her head flying at my cock. She took it 
all, again and again, rubbing her tongue along the bottom as my cock slid in 
and out of her mouth. Then she put extra pressure on the knob of my cock, 
sucking, milking the juice out of me. 

"Finally, I had to come. I pulled her head up against my balls and felt the 
first of my come spurt out of my cock and down her throat. Again and again I 
spurted my cream into her mouth and she swallowed it down greedily. She 
couldn't get enough and I kept on coming. 

"I eventually drained myself, though, and tried to get her face off my cock. 
But she messed around with my half-limp prick for a while before she got up. 

"We both finished our showers and headed for the living room. She had the 
drinks all made and we sat around naked and just talked and played with each 
other. 

"'I'm so glad you showed up,' she said. 'I was just about ready to climb the 
wall.' 

"'What about the Mexican guys?' I asked. 

"There should be a lot of brown cock walking around just asking to be taken 
care of.' 

"'Not yet,' she said. "The locals are too proud and the hustlers haven't 
moved in yet. Give them another year.' 

"We talked about her husband and a lot of other shit for about a half hour, 
and then headed toward the bed. That's when I got the surprise. T want you 
to put it up my ass first,' she said, with no embarrassment at all. That was 
a first for me. I didn't even know if I'd like it, but what the hell, if it 
bought me a few meals.... 

"She got on the bed on her hands and knees, her ass sticking out in the air 
toward me. And let me tell you, it was a good-looking ass. No sags, no big 
veins or anything like that. Just lush and full. 

"She took some sort of tube out of the dresser drawer, opened it and spread 
some of the clear gel around on her ass and into her asshole. Then she 
turned around slightly and put a big gob on my cock, spreading it all 
around. I don't think I have to tell that by this time I had one big fucking 
stiff on. 

"'Move around in front of me so I can suck on that pole,' she said, and I 
did what she told me. She stayed on her hands and knees, her ass still 
sticking out, and gobbled on my cbck, grease and all. She seemed to really 
like it. I reached for her tits again, but this time she backed off and 
shook her head. She didn't want to be touched. 

"She sucked on my dick until it was wet and sloppy and also throbbing with 
excitement. Then she let loose of me. She was already almost out of her mind 
with sex. 'Fuck my ass!' she shouted, loud enough for the desk clerk to 
hear. I hurried around behind her and looked down at her beautiful ass. I 
ran my hands over her ass cheeks and felt her whole body shiver. 'Do it, 
baby,' she whispered. 'Fuck my ass good.' 

"Frankly, I wasn't up on the ass-fucking procedure, but I guessed it was 
about the same as a pussy, so I acted accordingly. Only I explored the 
territory a little bit first. I felt around her ass until I found her 
asshole and then shoved my finger up inside her. She squirmed around like 
crazy and shoved a couple of fingers inside herself. 

"I stuck another finger inside that greased asshole. I really had her going 
now. 'Your cock.' she said in a real husky whisper. 'Put your cock in my 
ass.' 

"I held my cock in one hand and with the other I spread her ass cheeks. I 
wanted to see my cock sliding up her shit canal. I felt the tip of my cock 
touch that little muscle down there and I pushed, hard. The knob of my cock 
slid inside. She let out a scream, I don't know if it was from pain or 
pleasure. I think they were about the same to her. 

"Now I was spreading her ass cheeks as far apart as I could. I pushed hard 
again and a couple of inches disappeared into her asshole. Man, it was a 
great feeling. So goddamned tight and warm. 

"With one final shove I was in all the way. I started to pull out, anxious 
as all hell to fuck that asshole, but she reached back and pulled my hips 
toward her, holding me still. 'Keep it in there for a few seconds,' she 
said. 'Let me get used to it. Christ, you're so goddamned big!' 

"Again, I did what she wanted. After all, I didn't want to hurt her any more 
than she wanted to be hurt. I let my cock rest up in her asshole, not moving 
at all. But she moved. She seemed to be adjusting her asshole to my cock. 
She'd move a little forward and then back up, taking it all the way in 
again. After a short while she was ready. 'All right, baby, fuck my ass,' 
she said, and she wriggled her butt like a fucking monkey. 

"I pulled my cock out of her asshole until just the knob was still lodged 
inside her, and then slammed it back into her the full length. She let out a 
scream this time that left no doubt in my mind that she was really digging 
the scene. 

"Christ, fucking her ass felt good. It was an entirely new sensation. I kept 
lunging my cock into her, all the way, my balls bouncing and slapping 
against her ass. Her asshole felt like the warmest, tightest cunt in the 
world. 

"After I'd been working on her ass for about ten minutes, fucking like 
crazy, she turned her head around. 'Don't come in my ass,' she said. 'Just 
fuck it until you're about ready to shoot and then pull out.' 

"'I'm ready now,' I said, and that was the truth. I could have shot at any 
time now. I was riding the crest. 

"As soon as I'd said that, she pulled herself off my cock. As fast as 
lightning she turned her body around. She grabbed hold of my cock with her 
mouth and took the whole thing in. That turned me off and on at the same 
time. She licked and sucked on my cock that had just been riding up inside 
her asshole. Man, that was wild. But it was also pretty goddamned dirty. But 
who was I to complain! She was the one who was eating the shit. I was just 
going to make damned sure she didn't kiss me. 

"She licked and sucked on my cock until she had it all cleaned up. Then she 
got down on her back. 'Put it in my cunt,' she whispered. 

"I obliged. I got between her legs and shoved my cock into her hole. Somehow 
I expected her cunt to be loose and sloppy-you know, from use-but it wasn't. 
It was firm and soft and pretty goddamned tight. I felt great. 

"I was still close, so I had to watch myself. I fucked her hard but slowly. 
Long strokes in and out of her hot hole. She was eating it up. I'll bet she 
had five orgasms while I shoved dick up into her. Her body seemed to be 
racked by a come just about every third time I fucked into her. 

"Every time she came, her pussy would grab even harder onto my cock and milk 
it. It was hard as hell not to come, but I knew she wanted me to keep on 
fucking her, so I controlled myself. 

"Finally, though, she was the one who told me to come. Only she didn't want 
it up her pussy. 'Shoot it in my face!' she screamed, so I worked on her 
pussy even harder until I was just about ready to shoot my load. Then I 
whipped my prick out and moved up to her head. I positioned my body over her 
and reached down and just touched my cock. It started to shoot immediately. 

"Big globs of come shot out and landed all over her fucking face. She had 
her eyes closed and when that first glob hit her, she screamed again and her 
whole body arched with one last giant come. 

"That was the wildest time I'd ever had. We'd both enjoyed it. On her part, 
she didn't want to lose me. She told me so in so many words. That's how I 
managed to spend the summer in Mazatlan in style. She put me up in the Los 
Olas Atlas Hotel, a decent enough place down the road from her hotel, and 
when her old man wasn't in town we fucked and sucked every minute of the day 
and night. 

"And the best part was, she was paying for everything and not getting too 
much in return. Because we averaged only about one night a week in bed. The 
rest of the time I didn't even see her. It was a great setup. She even gave 
me money to get home on. 

"And meanwhile I had a lot of free time to look for and find pussy. I didn't 
find much Mexican cunt to fuck, because they're a little less free with 
their bodies than American women, but there were enough gashes around to 
satisfy anybody. 

"In fact, it got so goddamned easy to find something to fuck that toward the 
end I was starting to get bored. 

"I guess that was really the only thing wrong with the whole setup. Sex came 
too goddamned easy for me. It seemed like every chick I met wanted sex. All 
I'd have to do was rub my cock through my pants, and they'd either be on 
their backs or on their knees ready to suck me off. 

"That sort of thing even followed me to college. Broads all over the place 
and all wanting to get their pussies stuffed. Frankly, the whole fucking bit 
was turning me off. 

"And then I met Sara. She was a year younger than I was, a freshman, and I 
was like the experi enced male to her. A big sophomore, you know. Well, I 
really liked her right from the beginning. She was cute as hell; really 
beautiful, I guess, with a shy sort of smile and a great sense of humor. 

"And she had a great body, what little I got to see of it. You see, Sara was 
an old-fashioned girl. She was interested in sex, and sensual as hell, but 
nobody, and I mean nobody, was going to get her cherry before marriage. Man, 
I tried everything I could. She had me begging, but the answer was still no. 
I guess maybe that's why I liked her so goddamned much. Loved her, really. 
She had principles and she stuck to them. And she had a lot of respect for 
her body, for love, and for the guy who one day would be her husband. But 
that didn't keep me from trying." 

A recent poll taken at twenty-five major American college campuses indicated 
that a lot of young males think exactly as Ted says he does. They respect, 
the poll indicates, girls who say "no." 

This may seem a contradiction in this age of sexual freedom and promiscuity. 
But the facts overwhelm. Two out of three young males want their wives to 
remain chaste until their marriage. The disagreement arises when these same 
gentlemen are asked their definition of chaste. 

Some indicate that "chaste" for them means sticking to one man at a time. 
Others are more rigid. They indicate that "chaste" to them means that a girl 
holds herself in tact until she meets some man with whom she has an 
understanding. 

The understanding, presumably, involves future marriage. 

It's interesting to note that the classic sense of chastity no longer holds. 
Only seven percent of the men interviewed expressed the wish that their 
future wives be virgins. What most of them wanted was complete discretion on 
the part of the girl until she met the man being interviewed. In other 
words, these men want all girls to be chaste except with them. The double 
standard has not been eliminated. 

Ted's case was a bit extreme. He was a very attractive youngster, with a 
good body and more than exceptional sexual endowments. As he stated, with 
all truth, he never had any trouble finding sex or sexual partners. 

A parallel might be of a young man owning a candy store. Soon, the pleasure 
of sugar and chocolate is lost. It becomes a commonplace thing. And that was 
what sex became for Ted until he met Sara. 

Sara, too, was exceptional. She was honest in her attitudes toward sex. She 
was not a prude. She never condemned girls who were more free with their 
bodies. Sara stated that, for her, sex was a sacred thing; marriage was the 
only way to have her. 

This attitude so appealed to Ted that he was inescapably caught. No matter 
how much he pleaded and begged, no matter what arguments or excuses he used, 
he could get nowhere with Sara sexually beyond what might be termed innocent 
petting. He even described his earlier life to Sara, explaining that he was 
accustomed to and needed frequent sex. Sara's answer was that if he needed 
it so desperately, she was sure there were a lot of girls who would gladly 
agree to whatever he wanted. She didn't even threaten to end their 
relationship with him if he took her up on her suggestion. 

Ted became the victim of the age-old obsession of wanting most what you 
can't have. He fell truly and wholeheartedly in love with Sara, and remained 
faithful to her. This was a new experience for him, this faithfulness, and 
despite the intensity of his frustration, he stuck to it. 

Fr. John Davis, in his afore mentioned Morality and the Changing Times, 
brings up an interesting point. "With the new laxity of sexual rules and 
regulations, it is often a treat for the young man and woman, accustomed as 
they are, in our 'swinging society,' to as much sex as they want, to be 
exposed to a period of sexual celibacy." 

Programs of what are called segregated retreats-attendance is all male or 
all female-are being set up by Fr. Davis's organization. He states that one 
of the most often heard comments from the participants, being of all 
religious affiliations, is that for the first time they've been able to get 
away by themselves and think about their lives. 

Sex, they say, has become a commodity. A week with no possibility of sexual 
gratification is a welcome respite, some of the participants relate, from 
what has become a commonplace pursuance of sexual pleasure. 

Also, in this same vein, the recent college poll mentioned in the beginning 
of this documentation indicates that the male members of the campus 
communities involved are finding the easy availability of females a cause 
for concern. 

"To me," one college junior stated, "the female who makes her body available 
to anybody who's even remotely interested, loses all appeal." 

A college senior maintains, "There is something refreshing and inspiring in 
a girl who practices well-intentioned chastity. By that I mean that there's 
no prick-teasing involved." 

A third college student polled said, "Love has become a word that justifies 
sexual gratification." 

And a fourth bemoans the fact that people his age are finding it hard to 
know and understand what the word "love" means. " 'Love is used so 
promiscuously," he says, "that it has lost all meaning." 

Again referring back to Fr. Davis: 

The new freedom of thought and expression, whether taking physical, 
emotional or mental form, has created a curious phenomenon in modern 
marriage. Experts relate that three marriages out of ten end in divorce. 
That would seem to indicate that all this new "freedom" does little but 
substitute non-communication for distaste. 

In a realistic sense, Ted's story is not a run-of-the-mill experience. First 
of all, few males are endowed with Ted's physical attributes, to the point 
where conquest and gratification are synonymous with boredom. Perhaps Ted's 
attitude toward Sara's "well-intentioned" chastity would have been different 
if he had not been formerly so sexually successful. 

But it is interesting to note, as evidenced by the college poll, just how 
many of Ted's contemporaries share his view. 

Surely, not all these young college students are satiated with sex. Surely, 
not all these young men get willing cooperation from every female they meet 
and are attracted to. Yet some of their opinions on the subject of female 
chastity are extremely "establishment." Perhaps this is the result of the 
impossibility of completely eliminating moral standards, which even in these 
young peoples' lives were taught and stressed. But more likely, their 
opinions are simply reactions to the growing aura of promiscuity. 

In conclusion, let's present just one question that was part of the college 
poll, and then give some of the answers obtained from one hundred selected 
male students. 

The question was: Jane D. is an attractive, well-built woman of twenty-one 
years of age. She has had sexual relations with ten different males, none of 
whom offered any agreement to future marriage. Your reaction to this female 
would be I) approach as a conquest, 2) ignore as too easy a conquest, or 3) 
approach and see what develops. 

A second part to the question asked if the males would consider this female 
as a partner in marriage. 

The answers were interesting. Only nine of the males interviewed stated that 
they would approach the girl as a conquest. Seventy-one said they would 
ignore her as too easy a conquest. The remaining twenty said they would be 
willing to approach her to see what happened. And, finally, thirty-seven 
volunteered that they would be willing to consider this female as a partner 
in marriage. 

Ted, also, if he had been interviewed, would have been in that latter group. 
The final portion of his case history is the very satisfactory ending of a 
very frustrating relationship. 

"I didn't have a pot to piss in. I mean, I was that poor. The only way I 
could meet housing expenses was to have three roommates in an apartment that 
was just barely big enough for one person. And Sara lived in her sorority 
house. She just sneaked by on a small allowance from her parents. 

"I was in premed, so that took up a lot of time. I couldn't really afford to 
take a job. 

"But hell, I wanted to marry Sara. More than anything in the world. She was 
the most beautiful, wonderful girl I had ever met and all I had to do was 
look at her and my cock would pop up like crazy. 

"I was going nuts. After years of having sex anytime and anyplace I wanted, 
I had gotten myself into a position where I had none. I had promised her and 
myself that I'd stick with her. No outside sex. I mean, that's how much I 
loved her. 

"One thing about her; she'd let me talk over my problems with her. She knew 
I was going out of my skull, but she couldn't bring herself to help me out. 
I used my fist for the first time since I'd been fifteen, that's how 
desperate I was. But I was damned determined not to go back on my word to 
Sara, regardless of the pressures. 

"After this monastic existence had been going on for about five months, I 
just had to find something to fuck. Man, I was desperate. I had gotten to 
the point where I couldn't study, couldn't even think. All I could visualize 
was my prick plunging into some pussy. Any pussy. Anywhere. 

"I'd sit in the apartment, the few times when everybody else was out, and 
yank my cock out of my pants. It was always hard, always wanting to stick 
itself somewhere. I'd wrap my hand around it and start pulling. It felt 
great, sure it did, and in a few minutes I'd be spurting come all over the 
place. But, goddamn it, just minutes after I'd finish, my thoughts would be 
right back where they were before I started: on pussy. 

"When I first started jacking off, I'd fantasize about Sara. But then, when 
my need got so bad, I'd think of all the fucking whores I'd had, and about 
all the weird, way-out times I'd had, like with the broad in Mazatlan and 
how I fucked her in the ass and then she sucked me off. 

"It was really a low period in my life. But all in all, I knew that Sara was 
worth the misery. 

"Then one Saturday afternoon, a day I usually spent over at the Medical 
College in the lab, I walked into the apartment. Ed, one of the roommates, 
had this girl there. I recognized her. She was a real fucking whore. Go with 
anybody. Ed had her stripped down to the buff and had her ass propped up on 
the couch. He was down on his knees sucking out her pussy. She was 
enjoying-it like crazy, so much so that they didn't even stop when I walked 
in. 

"I stood there and watched the two of them. I knew I was a creep for doing 
it, but I just couldn't bring myself to leave. Ed finished up on the whore's 
cunt and then mounted her. He stuffed his prick deep into her hole. The 
whole length. Shivers went up and down my spine. I knew the great sensations 
he was getting and I was so fucking jealous I could have killed him. 

"I'd been standing there a long time, just staring, when finally the girl 
looks over. 'Getting your kicks, honey?' she asked. That made me realize 
just how much of a creep I was and I started to leave. 'Don't get sore, 
honey,' the girl called after me. 'Why don't you join us?' 

"Ed was still pumping his cock in and out of her, but after she extended the 
invitation he laughed and explained to her that I was 'in love' and wouldn't 
do anything except with Sara. 

"'Oh, honey,' the girl said. 'I don't want to marry you, I just want to have 
some fun. If you don't want to fuck, how about a suck. I'll take your come 
in my mouth while Eddie's working on my pussy.' 

"I really, honest-to-God, couldn't help myself. I walked like a zombie over 
to the couch. I stared at the two of them writhing around. I wanted to come 
off more than anything else in the world. 

"'Pull your pants down, honey, and give me a chance at your pecker,' the 
girl said. Christ, she was such a whore, but I was so fucking hot. I felt my 
hand reach for my belt. It was as though it wasn't my hand, but somebody 
else's. 

"I opened my pants and pulled my cock out of my underpants. I only started 
wearing the god damned things since I had met Sara. 

"'Oh, yumm,' the girl said when she saw my cock. It was standing up hard and 
ready. Throbbing to get some attention. 

"'You ought to be horsewhipped for keeping that gorgeous hunk of meat out of 
circulation,' she said, and then reached up and put her mouth on my cock. 
She sucked like the greatest cocksucker in the world; or maybe I was just 
that horny. But I don't remember any suck job I'd had feeling so good, or so 
welcome. 

"I just grabbed hold of her head, holding it still, and fucked her with all 
my might. I just plowed and plunged my cock again and again into her mouth. 

"I shot off in less than a minute. I was dressed and out of the apartment in 
no time at all, feeling more than disgusted with myself. Ed and that fucking 
whore were still going to it on the couch. 

"I went immediately to Sara's sorority house. I had to talk to her. We had 
to come to some agreement. She had to help me out, or, so help me God, I was 
going to go nuts. Or else start fooling around again with girls like that 
fucking whore I'd just left. 

"Luckily, Sara was home. We walked over to the park that's right next to the 
campus. She could tell something was really bothering me, but she didn't 
push. 

"We sat on a park bench for an hour while I poured out all my frustrations 
to her. I told her about what had happened that afternoon. I even retold her 
some of the experiences I'd had before I met her. I pleaded with her to help 
me out. 

"She sat for a long time thinking. 'All right,' she said finally, 'I'll help 
you out.' 

"We didn't talk about sex any more that afternoon. She had promised she'd do 
something and I knew she would. I wasn't about to push her on it. 

"We were invited to a party that night. A big, fancy bash out at one of 
Sara's sorority sisters' houses. I picked Sara up about eight-thirty. God, 
she looked so goddamned gorgeous, I wanted to eat her up. It was getting to 
the point now that I had a hard on all the while I was with her. That caused 
some real embarrassing situations. 

"We couldn't have picked a worst party to go to, at least not in the frame 
of mind I was in, because it turned out to be a real fuck affair. We got to 
the place about nine-fifteen, right on time, and got drinks and settled down 
with some friends, shooting the breeze. 

"When everybody was there, the hostess of the little party came into the 
middle of the room. 'I have an announcement,' she said. 'We're going to have 
some very special entertainment.' 

"When her date started to set up a movie screen, everybody in the room 
groaned. They thought sure they were going to be subject to somebody's trip 
to Disneyland or something on that order. And nothing, but nothing, is more 
boring than other people's home movies. 

"These were home movies, all right, but there was nothing boring about them. 
I don't know where in the hell the gal who gave the party found the guys to 
show them, but she did. 

"The films started off showing this couple on the beach. They were young and 
good-looking. 

They were both dressed in swimsuits and looked natural enough. Nobody in the 
room had any idea what was going to happen next. 

"The boy and the girl in the film were standing by the water talking. It was 
sort of obvious that they had just met. After a few seconds of soundless 
dialogue, the guy took the girl's hand and they started walking up the 
beach. About ten guys were stretched out in the sun. From a distance you 
could see the couple approaching. A couple of the guys in the foreground got 
up on their elbows and watched. Then everybody in the group of guys seemed 
to get a little excited. 

"The couple showed up right in the middle of the group. The guy introduced 
the girl around like you'd do at a family gathering. And then, Christ, 
somebody walks up in back of the girl and with two hard pulls strips her 
suit off. The poor broad is standing there naked. She was a pretty good 
actress because she really looked scared as hell. 

"Somebody spread a towel down behind her and four guys literally lifted her 
up and put her down on her back. Then the guy she had originally come with 
stripped off his trunks and got down on the towel, between her legs. He had 
the biggest fucking prick I'd ever seen. Christ, it was a monster. They even 
took a close-up of the girl's face when she first saw it. She registered 
pure terror. 

"The same four guys who had lifted her up and on to the towel now held the 
girl down. Two lifted and spread her legs. The other two kept her arms 
still. She couldn't move an inch in any direction. 

"The guy between her legs spit in his hand and then spread the juice on his 
dick. Then, without any preliminaries, he moved closer and shoved that giant 
piece of meat into the girl's cunt. 

"Another close-up, first of his cock plunging into her cunt, and then one of 
her face. She was really in pain and still scared shitless. 

"While that one guy continued to shove his cock into her pussy, another guy 
went up to the girl's face. He had a big prick, too, but it wasn't anything 
compared with the monster that was being shoved into her cunt. 

"This second guy was stripped down and he waved his cock right in her face. 
She kept turning her head away from him, trying to get away, but he grabbed 
her face and held it still. Then one of his buddies forced her mouth open. 
In a second, her mouth was filled with cock and the guy was face-fucking her 
rougher than I'd ever seen anybody take it. 

"Christ, this was really a way-out film. 

"They kept alternating the camera from the guy's cock pounding into her 
pussy to her face. When they had a close-up of her, you could see the cock 
being stuffed into her mouth again and again, but you could also see a 
gradual change in her expression. It went from pain and fear to just sort of 
apprehension to an acceptance and finally to outright lust. Suddenly that 
babe was wanting all the cock she could get. She bucked her ass up to the 
guy fucking her cunt and she started to give real head to the guy on top of 
her. She licked and sucked on his cock until you thought she'd pull the 
damned thing off his body. Then she reached up and grabbed hold of the cocks 
of two of the guys who were holding her. I guess they realized they didn't 
have to hold her anymore, because they let go of her and just enjoyed the 
jerk-off she was giving them. 

"Her mouth action on the guy above her paid off. She got her first load of 
cream. So much so that a lot of it spilled out of her mouth and down her 
chin. She just reached with her hand and put the white, sticky come back in 
her mouth and swallowed it. Christ, she was hot. 

"Then, as soon as that guy had pulled his prick out of her mouth, a second 
cock was stuffed inside. She was ready for it. She licked and sucked on this 
one just as hard as she had on the first one. And all the while the guy with 
that gigantic cock was still fucking her cunt. He must have had great 
staying power because he never slackened his pace. He just slammed his cock 
into her again and again. He even angled his cock some, sending it into her 
half sideways. It's really a miracle that he didn't rip open her pussy 
walls. 

"Finally, though, he drained his come into her hole. Man, she arched her 
body and took every last inch he had to offer. And all the while she didn't 
miss one lick on the cock she was sucking. 

"The guy above her came just about at the same time. She drank cream at both 
ends. Her pussy milked the guy who was fucking her and her mouth milked the 
come out of the other one. 

"Immediately, two more guys took their places. They seemed to reserve her 
cunt for the guys with the biggest cocks. This second one to force his way 
into her pussy wasn't as long as the first, but his fucking whang was as big 
around as a beer can. He w-edged that cock into her and started banging away 
with a demoniac fury. 

"The film went on and on like that. She took it up the ass. She took two 
guys on at once. That was something I had never seen before. One of the guys 
got on his back on the towel and the girl laid down on him, belly down. His 
cock slipped right up into her cunt. 

"Then on top of her, this second guy aimed his dick and plunged it right 
into her asshole. He did all the work, the one on top, I mean. He fucked 
that asshole of hers until I thought he'd rip it open. And he fucked her so 
hard that he had her moving so that she was fucking herself on the guy's 
cock below her. 

"They both came at about the same time. I was talking later to somebody 
about the film and they mentioned that with the two-way bit, the cock of the 
guy who's fucking her in the ass runs right up the length of the guy whose 
cock is in her pussy. There's only a thin wall of membrane between them. 

"The final scene was of the girl sucking off the guy who had just fucked her 
in the asshole. Then she went for assholes with her tongue, and they pissed 
all over her. Christ, it was a real weird flick. I've never seen anything 
like it. 

"I really didn't think of Sara's reaction to this whole thing. But as soon 
as it was over I started wondering why in the hell she hadn't wanted to 
leave. 

"I looked over at her when the lights came on. She was blushing flaming red. 
'Well,' she said, and laughed nervously. 'Now I can say I've seen a stag 
film.' 

"'You saw about the dirtiest film ever made,' I said. 

"'That's probably a good thing,' she answered, 'because I doubt if I'll be 
seeing many more. Can we go home now?' 

"We didn't talk about her solution to my problem until we were in the living 
room of her sorority house. We were all by ourselves with no lights on. We 
were messing around a lot, but still nothing serious. I fondled her breasts 
a little and leaned down and kissed them, and we French kissed a lot, but 
then all of a sudden she put her hand in my lap. She had brushed her hand 
against my cock before, but she had never touched it for this long. I looked 
at her sort of surprised. But she didn't say anything. She just felt up and 
down the length of my cock. It was hard as a piece of steel. I've told you 
before that just looking at her made it hard. You wouldn't believe what her 
feeling around it did to my nervous system. I was shaking like a leaf. I 
felt like a kid at his first fuck. I was miserable and completely happy all 
at once. 

"She gently massaged my cock until I thought I'd shoot off right in my 
pants, but then she reached over with her other hand and felt for the zipper 
on my fly. 

"'Are you sure you want to do this?' I asked her. She nodded. 

"Her fingers got my fly open and then she groped for my cock. She had a lot 
of trouble getting it out; it was so goddamned stiff. Finally, though, she 
managed to get it out of the confines of my pants. It was dripping wet. 

"She felt it with her hand in the semidarkness. 

'It's so big,' she said. And that's all she said. She lowered her head and, 
amazed, I felt her lips go around the knob of my cock. This honestly was the 
most excited I'd ever been in my life. 

"She took as much of my cock into her mouth as she could. I could feel her 
start to gag, and she pulled back a little, but then she moved farther down 
on the length of it. 

"She had about half of my prick inside her mouth now, and she wrapped her 
small hand around the base. Then, very gently, she began to suck. I could 
feel the pressure as her head slowly rose and then lowered on my cock. I 
didn't move. I let her do all the moving. I didn't want to scare her or push 
her into anything she didn't want to do. This was her gift to me and I 
wanted to take it as she gave it. 

"Slowly, so slowly that it was agonizing, she raised and then lowered her 
head again and again on my cock. I could feel the come churning in my balls, 
but there wasn't enough pressure to bring me to an orgasm. She was working 
so steadily and so slowly. 

"Then she seemed to sense my problem and she started moving her hand. She 
jacked me off but kept her mouth over the knob of my cock. It didn't take 
long then. My come flew up out of my balls, through the stem of my cock, 
into her mouth. I never expected her to take it, but she did. And she didn't 
gag. She just sucked gently on my cock until I was drained dry; then she 
lifted her head. 

"She swallowed my come noisily and then leaned back down and kissed the head 
of my cock. Then she just sat there with her head hanging, looking very 
embarrassed. Very vulnerable. 

"I can say without a doubt that that was the most exciting sex I'd ever had. 
It wasn't what she was doing to me-she obviously was a real novice when it 
came to cock-sucking and I'd had some real pros work on my dork at times-but 
who was doing it. I knew that the only reason she had her mouth on me was 
because she loved me. She was doing it because I needed it and for no other 
reason. 

"Every other woman I'd ever had sex with made you feel like an unnecessary 
part of the whole bit. I mean, like you were one of a million guys who could 
be doing the same thing to her. But I knew that I was the only man in the 
world that Sara would do that to, and I loved her so much right at that 
minute that if she had asked me to jump off a cliff, I would have, without a 
second's hesitation. 

"It took maybe an hour for us to talk the situation out. She was willing, 
she told me, to do that to me whenever I needed it. But, she added, I was 
still free to go out and find other girls if that wasn't enough. 

"Christ, is there any possibility that you couldn't love a girl like that? 

"I told her over and over again that I loved her. But it was only after an 
hour of convincing her that I didn't hate her because she had sucked my cock 
and drank my come that she told me the rest of her plan. 

"She would get a job during the day, she explained, and go to school at 
night. She'd get the job right away and we'd save everything we could until 
the end of May. Then we'd get married. Then she added, 'If that's what you 
want.' 

"I couldn't have been happier. By the end of May we had five hundred dollars 
saved up, and on the last Friday of the month I borrowed a buddy's car and 
we headed for Vegas. It was the longest four hours' drive I've ever made in 
my life. 

"We got married in one of the chapels up there, by a justice of the peace, 
with his wife as witness. It was really kind of great. Just the two of us 
getting married-a real private affair like it should be-and the wife of the 
justice to cry just a little for us. 

"We splurged on a hotel. We only had the weekend for the honeymoon. We 
picked The Dunes because it's about the least garish hotel up there. 

"The damned desk clerk asked for proof of marriage. I think he knew the 
score and was being a smart punk, but it turned out well for us. Because he 
gave us the bridal suite. Three big fucking rooms, and all the room service 
we wanted for just the price of a regular room. 

"Both Sara and I were nervous when we were left alone. That's the way it 
should be, I guess. You should be nervous when you have sex because it makes 
it more exciting. I can remember back when I would jump into any cunt's bed 
without giving it any thought at all. But with Sara I was nervous. 

"She excused herself and went into the bathroom. She was in there for what 
seemed like an eternity. I had stripped out of my clothes, showered and 
shaved, brushed my teeth in the second bathroom-I told you this was the 
bridal suiteand was waiting for her in bed. I was naked and I started to 
worry about that turning her off. I wondered if I should have some clothes 
on to start with. Maybe throw on a robe at least. 

"And then she walked into the bedroom. There was just the soft light from 
the side of the bed. She had a nightgown with her, but she had it over her 
arm. She was naked, and looking so gorgeous I felt like crying. She was all 
mine and we didn't have to worry about a thing. We loved each other and 
nobody else was important at all. 

"I got out of bed, not worried at all now about being naked. I pulled her 
toward me and kissed her lightly, then harder. I could feel my cock getting 
hard between us. It pressed against her belly and I could feel the moisture 
on its end. 

"I took her hand and led her to the bed. She lay down and looked up at me. 
Then, before I could get into bed with her, she leaned over and kissed the 
head of my cock. Very lightly. And then she lay back down again. 

"I lay next to her and we kissed for God knows how long. My hands traveled 
all over her body. It was a glorious sensation. I kissed and licked her 
breasts and then down her belly. I nuzzled into the hair above her pussy. 
Then I gently moved her legs apart and moved my head down between her 
thighs. She tried to stop me, but I wanted to kiss her pussy. I wanted to 
kiss every inch of her. And I guess I did before the night was over. 

"I let my tongue gently brush her pussy lips. She groaned. She loved it. She 
reached over and wrapped her hand around my cock. She seemed to want me to 
get inside her. I was afraid of rushing, but it was what she wanted. 

"I wet her pussy inside and out with my tongue, then she leaned down and wet 
my cock with her mouth. We were ready now. I got between her legs and she 
wrapped them around my middle. I felt the head of my cock brushing against 
her pussy. I was so excited that I wanted to plunge all the way into her. 
But nothing could ever make me hurt her. 

"'I'll go slow,' I whispered. 'If it hurts, tell me and I'll stop for a 
while.' 

"'It wont hurt,' she whispered back. "And it didn't." 

CONCLUSION 

You have just read five case histories in which oral sex played a 
predominant or prominent role. In each instance it is interesting to note 
that oral sex has somehow been used as a stopgap measure. While the actual 
acts of fellatio and cunnilingus were enjoyable in themselves, they were 
employed mainly because the persons involved had reasons for avoiding the 
more usual genital-to-genital relationship. 

The two young girls, Linda and June, who tried to "work their way through 
college" by fellating "customers" used oral sex only because they wished to 
avoid disease and because oral sex was faster and less exhausting. That they 
enjoyed fellating men is not a point here. What it is, is that the girls 
found oral sex more convenient. 

In Chapter Two, Sue had an obsession with the male Negro. Her psychological 
problem has already been discussed in detail. We can only add that in her 
case, too, fellatio was more convenient. 

Even more than that, it was "necessary" for her to function at all. 

In Chapter Three, Tom's initiation involved the most extreme involvement 
with cunnilingus. And as was pointed out in the chapter, we do only what we 
want to do. Tom could not have been forced to perform these acts if he had 
not wanted to perform them. 

In Chapter Four, the young college professor found that oral sex was the 
only way he could possibly enjoy the extramarital sex he needed. If he 
limited himself to oral sex, he found, his mind was at peace and he had no 
worries. None, that is, except those that he brought on himself. The point 
is, however, that if he had his choice, oral sex would have merely been a 
part of the whole, not its entirety. 

And lastly, in Chapter Five, we found how one young couple adjusted to their 
individual sexual needs. Again oral sex served as a substitute. A satisfying 
one, but nevertheless a substitute. 

According to authorities in the field of sexology, the sex life of the human 
begins to organize itself long before the human is conscious of the 
functions of the sex organs. Dr. Freud designated this organization of the 
sexual life in which the genital zones have not yet assumed the dominating 
role as the "pregenital phase." One of the first of such pregenital sexual 
organizations is the oral. 

In the development of the infant, the mouth is the most important part of 
the body and it is the first part of the body the child learns about. 

In the child's mind his whole being is comprised of the mouth. He is not 
conscious of the fact that he has anything else; his feet have no function 
and his hands are more or less useless, but he knows that he receives 
satisfaction and gratification through his mouth, and so concentrates all 
his attention on that oral cavity. 

Thus it is that the oral compulsion is created in every living human being. 
It is easy enough to understand, therefore, why oral-genital contact has 
been part of man's sexual activities from the very beginning of time. 

It is believed by some experts that orality is more commonly practiced in 
our modern day than in previous times. Whether this opinion is true or not 
can certainly be argued; perhaps the practice seems more common today 
because it is more openly discussed; in former times the subject was not 
considered in the least polite. That does not mean, however, that oral sex 
wasn't just as widespread. 

The earliest cave dwellings contain crude drawings depicting man performing 
acts of fellatio and cunnilingus. 

The word fellatio is of Latin origin and it is assumed that the practice was 
well-known enough in those times for the people to have come up with a word 
to describe the sex act. Also, the mosaics at Pompeii give ample evidence 
that oral sex was quite popular among at least the upper classes. 

Ancient history is laced with references to oral sexual practices. Thus 
there is ample evidence that oral-genital contact is hardly an invention of 
modern man. 

It may be said, however, that like many other discoveries of man, oral sex 
at times seems to have been "improved on" by modern man, and at times seems 
about to be ruined. 

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