An Inside Report on Oralism Among The Poor
[aka 'The Honky's Black Stud' or 'Swallowed Pride']
by Christian Peters


CONTENTS
Introduction
CHAPTER ONE Working Overtime
CHAPTER TWO Too Much Candy
CHAPTER THREE Lunch, Anyone?
CHAPTER FOUR Baby-Sitting Baby
CHAPTER FIVE Temperamental Sister
Conclusion
Bibliography


INTRODUCTION 

I wasn't prepared for the sight of Judy's naked pussy. I guess she was about 
the most beautiful white chick I had seen in a long time. The silky 
smoothness of her white belly melted into the red hair of her crotch, and I 
leaned forward, my eyes buggin' and blinkin' like I was trying to wake up 
from a dream. But, it wasn't no dream, I can tell you that. She was a dream, 
but it wasn't no dream! 

Without even thinkin' about it, I stood up and sort of floated over to the 
couch. Judy looked up at me as I stood over her, her eyes roamin' up and 
down over my brown, shiny chest and stomach. She was breathin' heavy as she 
reached out and touched the inside of my leg. I closed my eyes as her 
fingers went upward, ticklin' along until they squeezed gently around my 
big, black balls. 

A second later, I heard myself gaspin' as somethin' hot and slimy engulfed 
the head of my cock and started slidin' over my meat. Man, it was one of the 
wildest feelings I ever had... that hot, slippery sensation suckin' over my 
throbbin' cockhead, slidin' forward over my big, black prick. Slowly, 
slowly, until my whole cock was finally swallowed up by it. 

"Sheeeeeeeeeezzzzz," I moaned, my eyes still closed. My legs were tremblin' 
pretty bad at that point. Reachin' forward automatically, I felt her soft 
hair fall against my thighs. Suddenly, she forced her mouth all the way to 
the base of my cock. I thought that mushroom head on the end of my prod was 
goin' to slide all the way to her stomach. Little gaggin' motions somewhere 
down in her throat started squeezin' and convulsin' around the bulgin' head 
of my prick, and I almost shot off right then and there. 

Then Judy started sliding back off my cock, very slowly. As she drew her 
mouth up along the shiny wet shaft, she swirled her warm slick tongue all 
around it, in fast crazy circles. "Oh, shit... baby," I mumbled. Judy 
swirled her tongue all around the tip of my jerking prick, then she pulled 
away from it with one final suck of her mouth. I fell to my knees next to 
the couch and grabbed her by the hair, kind of rough-like, but not enough to 
hurt her. 

She flashed her green eyes at me, and parted her lips. I could see the tip 
of her tongue flickin' just inside her mouth. As our lips met, she thrust 
that hot tongue of hers like a snake into my mouth. and I sucked it deep as 
I could into my throat. We moaned together, and I could taste the sweaty 
oily flavor of my prick mixed in with her thick sweet spit. Man, I was 
really shakin', just from kissin' her like that, and knowin' I was gonna 
screw the shit outa that hot red-headed cunt of hers soon! 

Just then, I heard a little sound in back of me. I pulled my mouth away from 
Judy with a loud pop and spun around fast, almost knockin' over the coffee 
table. Dave, was comin' out of the other room, with all his clothes on shoes 
and everything. When he saw the startled look on my face, he smiled easily 
and walked toward us. 

"Hey," he chuckled, "I'm just going out to get some cigarettes. You two need 
any?" 

I kept my eyes on him. I didn't quite trust him, I guess. I shook my head to 
let him know I didn't need any cigs. He must've seen the tense look on my 
face, 'cause he smiled a little and then said, "Relax, Tom. Judy and I are 
old friends. She does her thing, and I do mine. Okay?" 

"Sure... okay," I said, feelin' a little better. By the tone in his voice, I 
knew he meant, what he said. I held out my hand and he reached over the 
coffee table and grasped it. When he left, he paused at the door and said 
he'd be back in about an hour. 

After he'd gone, I got up and latched the door from the inside, I guess I 
didn't want any more interruptions or unexpected visitors. Then I made my 
way back to the couch where Judy was stretched out, her white body waitin' 
to get crushed in my black arms. 

I eased myself down on top of her, and wrapped my arms around her. She 
moaned and closed her eyes when she felt my stiff cock push against her 
pussy. There wasn't no resistance put up by her when I pushed her legs apart 
with my knees. Even if there had been, it wouldn't have done her no good. I 
was goin' to fuck her. I knew it. And she knew it. 

"Oh... Tom... Tom," she groaned soft and low, almost in a whisper, as I 
reached down with my hands and pulled her legs up. She locked her ankles 
around the back of my neck as I raised up and scooted forward. I looked down 
at her face as I leaned over her, and she ran her hands over my chest, 
pinchin' my tits and pantin' up at me like a little wildcat. She was hot as 
hell, her eyes flashin' green sparks, her mouth quiverin' at the corners. 

I lowered my face slowly, until my lips were barely an inch from hers. She 
darted her tongue out and flicked it all over my mouth, my nose and my 
cheeks. We started playin' games with our tongues, like two slimy snakes 
wrigglin' and squirmin' and spittin'. I could feel the head of my cock 
pressin' against her hot, moist cuntlips. Little by little, I eased forward, 
pushin' steadily at the openin' of her pussy until I felt it give way. I 
moved forward on my knees, pushin' into her hot pussy, inch by inch, keepin' 
my tongue occupied in little games around her mouth and nose. Gradually, her 
warm slippery cuntlips stretched around the head of my cock, squeezin' and 
quiverin' like and stretchin' as my big prick pushed inside. 

When I got about halfway in, Judy tensed up all over and let out this little 
gasp, and got this crazy look on her face. Then she pulled my head down with 
her hands and started suckin' on my nose. She was makin' me hotter'n shit, 
and I couldn't help rammin' the rest of my prick. I slammed it to her hard. 

"Yuunngghhh!" Judy grunted like a stuck pig when I showed her what a piece 
of young, black meat could do. But it didn't stop her from suckin' and 
slobberin' all over my nose and mouth. She was drivin' me up the wall with 
that mouth of hers, and squirmin' and moanin' underneath me as I forced the 
head of my prick deep as I could into that twitchin' pussy. 

The muscles inside her cunt were goin' wild, too, squeezin' and relaxin', 
squeezin' and relaxin' like a hot slimy hand around my shaft. That's when I 
really started cookin'. I started fuckin' in and out of that tight, juicy 
cunt, hard and fast. Bam! Bam! Bam! I let her have every inch of my ramrod 
in a burst of piledriver punches. 

Judy grunted over my nose every time I drove my hips forward, my sweaty 
balls bangin' against her asshole and makin' little slappin' noises. I don't 
have to tell you, I was gettin' close to shootin' off in that hot honeyhive. 
And she knew it, too. She could tell from the way my prick was beginnin' to 
swell and jerk inside her that I was gettin' damn close to unloadin'. 

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" Judy groaned. She tried to push me up and away 
from her, with this crazy look in her eyes, her lips glistening and 
droolin'. 

"What you mean, woman, don't shoot!" I growled, pinnin' her hands back over 
her head and starin' down at her. I kept on fuckin' her, and said, "What the 
shit you talkin' about, don't shoot!" 

"I want your come, baby!" she panted, squirming to get her pussy away from 
my dick. "I want to taste all that hot come shooting off in my mouth and 
running down my throat. Please, baby... fuck my mouth... I need it like 
that! Please!" 

Hearin' her plead like that got to me. She wasn't kiddin' about wantin' me 
to shoot off in her mouth. "Okay, fine," I said, wishin' I didn't have to 
pull out of that hot cunt of hers. I gave her a couple more slams, hard ones 
that made her whole body jerk and bounce. Then I pulled out of her so fast I 
could feel pussy juice splashin' all over my balls. 

"Quick, baby... let me have!" she reached down and grabbed my cock with her 
hand. 

I placed my hands around the back of her head and shoved her down. Then I 
felt her lips suck over the head and her tongue start swirlin' all around. 
Hot damn, I nearly blew right then! 

"Mmmm... ohhhh... mmmmmmmmmm," Judy was moanin' like a baby as she wrapped 
her tongue around my cock and started slidin' all the way down my slimy, 
slick shaft until she couldn't go no further. Just like before, I could feel 
the muscles in her throat squeezin' around the head of my prick, tryin' to 
swallow it. She didn't come back up the shaft. She just took every inch of 
that bulgin' rod into her mouth and throat, and kept it there. Then she 
started in on it with that tongue of hers, and I thought I was goin' through 
the ceilin'. I don't know what she was doin', exactly. I guess she was 
mostly swirlin' her tongue around all over the head. Everythin' felt hot and 
slippery and beautiful. I just knelt there on the couch and closed my eyes 
while she worked her tongue and mouth all over my stiff meat, gettin' closer 
and closer to shootin' off. 

When she reached up and started massagin' my balls in her fingers, that was 
all I could take. My juices started boilin' and a couple of seconds later I 
started pantin' and gaspin'. 

"Here I c c come!" I stuttered, my whole body shakin'. I grabbed the back of 
Judy's head with my hands and held her pinned on my jerkin' dick. Then I 
started shootin' off. 

"Oooooooooh," I cried as that cock of mine splattered the inside of Judy's 
mouth with hot come. Everythin' went dark for a couple of seconds. I thought 
I'd never stop shootin' off. Judy just kept on swirlin' that crazy tongue of 
hers around the shaft of my prick, tryin' to swallow all that cream as fast 
as I was unloadin' it. 

Finally, I was all juiced out, barely able to keep myself from fallin' off 
the couch. I let go of Judy's head, and she fell back with a long sigh." 

* * * 

We will investigate some of the questions about the sexual urges and sexual 
behavior patterns which occur among individuals from the lower income levels 
of our society. In the examination of those behavior patterns, attention 
will be focused on a particular aspect of human sexuality: oral-genital 
contact. 

Various elements in the backgrounds of the individuals presented herein will 
be discussed, elements which will be seen to have played no small part as a 
major influence in the direction of their psychosexual development. In this 
respect, perhaps it may be determined whether or not there are any 
significant differences in the causes, manifestations and effects of sexual 
activity between the lower economic groups and the higher income groups, 
such as the middle and upper classes. 

Individuals of a society are affected by various elements and institutions 
in that culture. From the time the individual is born to the time he becomes 
an adult member of his society, he undergoes a complex process of growth and 
development, involving countless forms of stimulation, nourishment, 
education, training, conditioning, encouragement, suppression and other 
developmental processes. 

One aspect of this development is referred to as "psychosexual maturation," 
and involves the many kinds of environmental influences which play their 
part in molding and directing the individual's outlook and attitudes on sex. 

In this study, we will examine a variety of questions as we uncover the 
events of the five case histories of oral intercourse occurring among the 
poor. 

First, a few basic questions should be examined and an attempt made to find 
adequate answers. A definition of what the terms "oral intercourse" and 
"oralism" imply should be formulated. Then, we might ask how psychologists 
account for the oral urge in human sexual behavior its causes, development 
and its many forms of expression. And, finally, we should examine how these 
oral expressions stem from this particular segment of our society, namely 
the lower income bracket. 

Oral intercourse has been defined as sex relations whereby the mouth is used 
in connection with the genitalia or other erogenous zones to produce orgasm. 
This type of sexual intercourse may take place between a male and female, 
female and female, male and male or even in groups of each or mixed. 

In the same light, oralism is the condition whereby a person prefers oral 
intercourse, is oral-erotic and practices it usually. 

Through a detailed analysis of individual case histories of oralism in the 
lower income group within our society, we hope to discover why an individual 
may crave to engage in cunnilingus, while another is drawn compulsively 
toward the practice of a different form of oralism, one where the anus is 
the object of oralism, for example. 

The many-faceted language of human sexuality can be puzzling, for as yet man 
still labors to understand more about himself as a sexual creature. By no 
means have all the questions been asked, much less answered. Man continues 
to wonder at the magic and mystery of his sexual essence. He continues to be 
torn by the maze of opinions, views and contradictions which confront him 
daily within the context of his social matrix. Sex is a powerful force in 
human existence, and the ways in which that force is expressed are quite 
varied. It can be stated that the complexities of man's sexual nature have 
played an important role in the development of his social and economic 
institutions. And in very definite ways, man's social and economic 
institutions, in turn, seem to increase the complexities of his sexuality. 

Regarding individual sexual behavior, we ask what are the specific and 
primary influences in our culture which affect the psychosexual development 
of members in the lower income groups? Certainly, we find that many of the 
influences found in lower income groups have their parallels within the 
higher income groups. These influences are obvious: religious, educational, 
social, home-environmental, economic, and peer group influences which are to 
be found in lower, middle, and upper levels. But, they are not the same 
exact influences, to be sure. There are important ways these influences vary 
in connection with the sexual attitudes and expressions of the low income 
groups as compared to higher income groups. 

For example, there are many significant influences exerted through religious 
training and indoctrination which affect an individual's sexual outlook and 
behavior. Many members of the lower class are reared in homes in which sex 
is considered a taboo subject, an aspect of life to be politely avoided in 
conversation, an aspect of human behavior requiring great control, 
restriction, even abhorrence. Certainly, many religious beliefs take the 
official stand that sex outside of marriage is a sin. Even within marriage, 
sexual intercourse in the restricted form of coitus (often prescribed to be 
performed in the "missionary" position) has only the one purpose of 
procreation the continuation of the species. Many forms of non-coital sexual 
activity are, by those same doctrines, considered taboo, sinful, perverse, 
unnatural, crimes against nature, and even criminal, deserving of severe 
punishment. 

Since the proportion of uneducation and illiterate persons is greater in the 
low income groups than in the higher income groups, it is easy to understand 
why such religious ideas are more easily maintained and perpetuated in the 
lower group. 

Erroneous concepts and harmful taboos are more quickly accepted by 
individuals who do not have the background of education necessary for 
questioning those ideas. Thus, through inadequate education, many 
individuals suffer through an abundance of misleading concepts. Only such 
factual information as is desired by parents is passed to the child, rather 
than information which would help free him from sexual inhibition, sexual 
suppression and sexual frustration, all of which play important roles in the 
determination of his sexual behavior. It is understood by psychologists that 
suppressive elements in the environment of a child or adolescent lead to 
frustration. This may in turn lead to anger or hostility, which may in turn 
lead to feelings of guilt and anxiety followed by unconscious repression of 
natural urges. When the natural urges are denied expression, they may 
manifest themselves in a great variety of ways, some of which are socially 
approved, while others are condemned. 

A great deal of what we understand about human behavior is the result of the 
work of one of the world's most renowned and controversial figures, Sigmund 
Freud, the great Viennese psychoanalyst. From his concepts of human anxiety 
and neuroses, about which he wrote many essays and books during the first 
half of this century, modern-day psychologists have expanded their ideas and 
understanding of human behavior. In his psychoanalytic theory, he presented 
the idea that much of man's mental and physical suffering is the product of 
sexual repression. Freud, perhaps more than any other thinker, helped show 
the way towards a less repressive, and thus more expressive, human 
sexuality. 

Joseph Jastrow, in his book Freud: His Dream and Sex Theories, describes one 
aspect of the Freudian concept which deals with compulsive patterns of human 
behavior. Speaking of unconsciously motivated actions, Jastrow writes: 

This is not an impairment by default of normal function, but an invasion of 
normal behavior by impulsive intrusions, equally "unconscious," but 
compelling. Such is the compulsive neurosis which imposes laborious and 
repetitive rituals... The psychoanalytic problem is the same: why just these 
compulsions and rituals? The solution is the same: the fixation of a 
deep-seated uneasiness, possibly dating from childhood, or symbolically 
elaborated by way of a set of ideas deeply emotionalized, often with a 
sexual content or reference. 

From this concept, modern day psychologists have expanded psychological 
theory to the point where specific kinds of sexual urges and compulsions may 
be accounted for. 

Psychiatrists often refer to compulsive behavior as "psychosexual 
infantilism," referring to the attempt to gratify the erotic cravings of a 
frustrated childhood. In their book, Deviations of Sexual Behavior, Frank 
Caprio and Donald Brenner point out: 

Many have what we might call a "nipple complex" never having been 
psychologically weaned from the mother's breast or the nipple of the bottle 
if they were bottle fed. Edmund Bergler uses the term "oral eroticism" to 
designate his phenomenon. It explains why so many neurotics are addicted to 
mouth-pleasures... 

In any attempt to understand patterns of behavior within a given culture or 
subculture, one must be somewhat familiar not only with psychological 
concepts and theories, but also with statistics ratios, percentages, 
incidences, comparisons. In this respect, we will utilize the studies and 
findings of several researchers, among which the most notable is Alfred C. 
Kinsey. The most dramatic and wide range study of human sexual behavior in 
our culture to date, the Kinsey project of the late 1930's, has had 
tremendous impact on American culture. The findings of Kinsey's study have 
culminated thus far in two remarkable publications: Sexual Behavior in the 
Human Male (1948), and Sexual Behavior in the Human Female (1953). Perhaps 
the most important effect of these publications has been the popularization 
of the subject of sex to the extent that great numbers of individuals are 
finally freed of the bonds of sexual inhibition, harmful misinformation and 
puritanical repression. 

Herein, then, is an investigation of one aspect of sexual behavior in our 
culture oral eroticism as it occurs among the lower income groups. Through 
five case history studies, it is our hope to provide a beginning in the 
search for a deeper understanding of those oral urges, the reasons for their 
existence, the manner of their development, and the effects of their 
expression. 

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 CHAPTER ONE: WORKING OVERTIME 

"I can't possibly get all that done by tomorrow," I told Mrs. R. "Certainly 
not without working half the night and getting started again early in the 
morning." 

"Oh, come now, a big husky young man like you should be able to," she said, 
giving me the flattery routine. But I had heard that line before, and I cut 
in. 

"Look, ma'am, I've been working all week in this miserable back yard of 
yours, trying to straighten out the mess your husband left," I said in a 
burst of temper, "and I'm doing the best I can!" I threw the shovel in a 
sandpile and lit a cigarette, then took off my shirt and sat down on the 
edge of the wheelbarrow. Feeling that I had caught her off guard, I said, 
"It's four o'clock; I'm beat; I'm sweaty; my back aches; and I'm hungry. I 
may be six-foot one, young, and in good shape, but I'm only human, not some 
goddam "machine!" 

Mrs. R whirled around and headed back to the house. I wondered for a moment 
if I had overplayed it. I could tell she was flustered, but we had had these 
little scenes before, so I wasn't too worried. A few moments later, she came 
back to the garden, carrying a glass of ice-tea. 

She offered it to me, saying, "Look, John, this party tomorrow night is very 
important, and I have my reasons for wanting you to finish the landscaping 
and get the fountain in operation by then. I know it's asking a lot. I can 
tell you've been working very hard out here all day in this heat, so why 
don't we do it this way." 

I waited for her suggestion as she came closer, moving her hips in subtle 
circles in front of me. I have to admit it, for a thirty-five-year-old 
divorcee, she still had it going for her. I glanced up quickly and took in 
the curves of her two bouncy breasts heaving out above me. Both of the tight 
little nipples were struggling to burst through the sheer blouse she was 
wearing. My mouth started drooling after those milk bags of hers. I took 
another nervous drag off my cigarette as she started to speak. 

"Here's my idea," she said in a calm, soft tone. "Why don't you take a break 
for a couple of hours. I'll fix you a plate of barbecue and you can relax on 
the patio, take a swim in the pool, and cool off. Then work a couple of more 
hours this evening until nine or ten. Instead of driving all the way to your 
house tonight, you can sleep here, in the guest room, and that way you can 
get an early start in the morning." 

My heart skipped a beat at the thought of spending the whole night in that 
big mansion of hers. And the guest room was just down the hall from her 
bedroom. I took another puff off my cig and started to say yes, but she cut 
in. 

"John, there will be some well-to-do people here tomorrow night, people with 
big yards and homes. If you can get this done for me, it'll help you build 
up your business. I promise you, it will be worth it." 

How could I turn down her offer, She brightened up when I agreed, and walked 
back up to the house along the rock path I had put in the day before. I 
watched the movements of her firm little body as she made her way over the 
patio, her luscious ass wriggling behind her confidently. Again the thought 
of actually spending the night alone with her in her home hit me, and my 
cock gave a lurch in response. I got up from the wheelbarrow and headed up 
toward the house. 

"Here's a pair of my ex-husband's swim trunks," she yelled from the door 
leading into a den. She threw them to me and gave me a quick wink, then 
turned and disappeared into the house. In the pool's bathhouse, I slipped 
off my clothes and put on the bathing suit. Surprisingly, it fit me almost 
perfectly. I looked down at the big bulge at the crotch, and reached inside 
to arrange my cock so that it stretched down to the side in a more natural 
and comfortable position. Then I walked out on the diving board and dove 
into the water. 

When I came out of the pool, Mrs. R was waiting with a tray of barbecue, 
bread, pickles and other little tidbits. We ate some, and after I took a 
thirty minute nap on the edge of the pool, I put my clothes on and worked on 
the fountain until almost ten o'clock. Then I went back up to the house and 
knocked on the patio door. 

"Get a lot done?" she said as she came out onto the patio in a soft white 
night robe, smiling and friendly. 

"Uh, yes... I think I'll finish the fountain by noon tomorrow," I said, 
taking off my shoes and socks and sitting on a chaise lounge. "Ah, this is 
nice, sitting here in the dark. Feel that breeze?" 

"It's a beautiful night," she said. "John, would you like a drink? Scotch, 
bourbon, or beer?" 

"Thanks, Ma'm," I replied. "Some Scotch and water, and a little ice would be 
fine, thanks." 

A few moments later, she returned with our drinks, and she sat down at the 
foot of the chaise lounge. "By the way," she said, putting her hand over my 
ankle and giving a squeeze, "call me Kitty, not Mrs. R. OK, John?" 

"Sure... Kitty," I said. "I like that. Is that a nickname?" 

"Sort of. My husband used to call me that. He said I purred like a kitty 
when I made love." 

We sat for awhile, not saying much, just feeling the cool air which drifted 
over the patio. Finally, Kitty got up and headed inside. 

She stopped at the door and turned to me saying, "John, I put a towel out 
for you in the bathroom upstairs. I'm going up to my room. If you need or 
want anything, don't hesitate to let me know. I'll be in the room just down 
the hall from you." She hesitated for a second, then turned and went inside. 

After a few minutes, I finished my drink, went upstairs, and took a shower. 
Then I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed down the hallway toward 
the guest room. Kitty's room was between the bathroom and the guest room, 
and as I passed it, I noticed the door wasn't shut completely. I paused and 
peeked through the crack, hoping I would get a chance to see what she looked 
like without anything on. And my hopes were answered. 

Just as I looked, Kitty was slipping off her robe. I caught sight of her 
lovely little body as she stretched out on top of the bed. Then my heart 
started pounding as I saw her begin to move and writhe slowly on the bed, 
her hands rubbing all up and down over her flat, smooth belly. She took her 
breasts and squeezed them like balloons. My mouth watered as she pulled one 
of them up to her lips and started sucking on it, moaning softly. Her other 
hand was moving in little circles over her crotch, and I couldn't believe 
what was happening. There she was, a vision of sexual passion and lust, 
lying on her bed all naked and hot, her body heaving and straining with 
desire, crying to be touched, to be... 

I couldn't help myself. I pushed open the door without a sound, and stepped 
into the room. As I slowly approached her bed, she made little gasping sobs 
as though she were snowed under by a fever. When I reached the edge of her 
bed, the towel fell from my waist and dropped to the floor. Her eyes widened 
as she caught sight of my erect cock standing straight out from my balls. 
Her eyes were glazed and pleading, her breathing came in fast pants and 
moans. I felt that she was helpless in her desperation for release, and that 
she was begging me a simple, poor gardener to give her that release. 

"Oh... oh, John... help me," she sobbed in little gasps. "Love me... 
please," she cried, reaching out a hand and touching my leg. Her breasts 
were heaving passionately, her hips squirming on top of the soft feather 
blanket. Her legs spread slowly in a wide angle, the edges of her pussy lips 
glistening with the wetness of her lust and her desire. 

I said nothing as I crawled onto the bed next to her. Instantly, we were in 
each other's arms, kissing and swirling our tongues in and out of each 
other's mouths. I pushed her down on the pillow, and looked into her 
beautiful face. My hands reached down and squeezed her two breasts, and she 
let out a moan of pleasure and closed her eyes. Slowly, I lowered my mouth 
to one of her breast nipples and sucked it into my lips, nibbling on it. 

"Aaaaahhhhh!" she sighed, squirming beneath me as I sucked harder on her 
tit. Then I moved my mouth to the other one and gave it the same treatment. 
I was forced to hold her struggling body firmly as she cried and sobbed in 
ecstasy. 

"Baby... oh, Kitty," I sighed as I moved my head further down her trembling 
body, over her stomach, twisting my tongue into her navel, then nibbling 
down along the side of her hip. I slipped an arm under her waist and the 
other arm between her legs, pressing a hand into the crack of her buttocks. 
She kicked and writhed as I held her body securely in my strong arms. 
Gasping, sobbing and panting, she became almost frantic as I licked up 
towards her cunt lips. The closer I got, the more violent she became. She 
was in a delirious sexual passion, and I was hungry to suck into her 
twitching cunt and drive my tongue as deep as I could into it. 

She pulled on my curly hair as I eased my mouth closer and closer to her 
crotch, tickling along her flesh with my tongue. I began nibbling into her 
crotch hairs those dark, long, silky crotch hairs, glistening with the 
moisture of her juices. My tongue flicked gently at the top of her pussy 
lips, and started sliding downward into them. 

When I reached her clit and swirled my tongue around it delicately, her body 
writhed furiously, but I held her tightly. There was no way she could get 
away from me, no way she could prevent me from reaching the entrance of her 
cunthole, and stop me from tongue-fucking her hot pussy. 

"Hmmmm... you taste so good... hmmmm... mmmmm!" I mumbled as I ate down into 
her outer lips and licked deeper into her quivering cunt. 

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she kept gasping and kicking her heels into the mattress, 
pulling on my hair. As I slid deeper and deeper into her cunt with my 
tongue, her hips bucked up and down more furiously beneath me. I shoved my 
hand farther up into the crack of her ass and began massaging a finger in 
tiny circles around her asshole. 

"Yaaaaaiiieeeee!" she screamed and bucked like a savage beneath me as I 
drove my long tongue fast and deep into her pussy, and at the same time 
pushed my finger up into her asshole. The muscles of Kitty's ass squeezed in 
delicious spasms around my finger as I swirled my tongue rapidly inside her 
wonderful pussy. 

"Jo Jo Joh h h n !" She let out a long wail and arched violently on the bed, 
and I realized that she was close to coming. I lifted her buttocks upward 
and sucked my lips into her cuntlips and rammed my tongue in and out as fast 
as I could. At the same time, I slid my finger even deeper into her 
quivering rectum. 

She grunted and groaned and twisted in my tight embrace, and it was all I 
could do to keep us both on the bed. She was stronger than I had imagined, 
and the muscles inside her spasming pussy were squeezing wildly around my 
tongue. And then she came. 

"Mmmmmmm... Aahhmmmmmm!" I mumbled as I sucked the warm creams from her 
cunt. Gradually, her body began to relax in my arms, but she kept moaning 
softly. I eased my finger out of her asshole and pulled my tongue out of her 
slick cunt. Then I slid my tongue all the way up along her lovely body, over 
her navel, into the cleft of her breasts, and finally to her lips. She 
sucked my tongue into her mouth as I eased over on top of her and guided the 
head of my cock into her slick, wet cuntlips. As big as my cock is, it slid 
easily and quickly into that warm chamber, and I started pumping up and down 
gently, sliding it in and out, in and out, my sensitive cockhead rubbing 
along the hot, slimy membranes of her cunthole. 

"Oooooh... John... John... oh, baby," she whined and purred as I reached 
down and pulled her legs up over my shoulders. 

"My kitten is hot, tonight," I moaned, scooting my knees forward so that my 
thighs sandwiched her hips between them. We wrapped our arms tightly around 
each other, and my chest pressed down on top of her firm melons; I rolled 
them gently as I drove my thick cock in and out of her hot cunt. 

"Yes... oooooh, yesssss... and wonderful," she panted in my face, her hips 
churning in circles as I pumped rhythmically up and down, in and out. My 
balls slid over her asshole as I fucked Kitty's love nest, and every time I 
plunged downward, the base of my belly pressed into her clit. I was building 
her back toward her second orgasm quickly, and she was giving herself 
completely to me. I could feel the muscles deep inside her pussy squeezing 
and relaxing around my cock, gripping it, milking it, sucking it toward a 
screaming ejaculation. 

"That's it, Kitty," I moaned softly, "milk my big prick with that strong 
little pussy. Milk it and suck it until it fills your belly with hot cream, 
honey. That's my girl." 

"Oh, honey, let me feel all that warm milk fill me up inside. Give it all to 
Kitty," she gasped, her eyes half closed, her fingers digging into the 
muscles of my back. 

I slid my tongue along her lips and around her nose, then thrust it into her 
hungry mouth and swirled it around and around. I could feel my body getting 
hot, and soon the sweat was pouring from my whole body. Before long, our 
stomachs were sliding together smoothly, and the curly blond hair on my 
chest was scratching across the nipples of her breasts, making them stand up 
stiffly like little pieces of crimson rubber. I nibbled down along her neck, 
near her ear, and then started sucking hard on one spot just above her 
shoulder. I had a sudden urge to leave a hicky on her, to brand her with a 
mark of passion. 

"Aaagghhhh!" she cried suddenly, and bucked her body up and down beneath me, 
her legs locked tightly around my neck. Then I felt her mouth suck into my 
neck, and I knew she was going to leave her mark on me, too. 

I started fucking harder and faster into that delicious snatch, my balls 
swinging and bouncing against her asshole with every plunge. 

"John! John!" she suddenly cried out, her body straining and trembling 
beneath me. She was getting ready to go into her second climax. That suited 
me fine, because my cock was jerking violently and just on the verge of 
flooding that pussy with come. 

"Oh, yeah! pussy cat," I grunted as I held her writhing body tightly in my 
arms and started slamming my throbbing dick as hard and as deep as I could 
into her cunt. "Here comes your cream, pussy!" I groaned. My cock stiffened, 
jerked, and squirted. 

"Oooohhhh!" she screamed and convulsed in ecstasy in my arms, her eyes 
glaring wildly, her hands pulling at my hair. She just went plain crazy for 
a moment. The muscles inside that spasming cunt squeezed and milked my 
exploding cock until all the hot come had been sucked out of it. Juices 
bubbled like hot molasses out of her snatch and drooled down over my balls. 

"Oh, pussy cat," I groaned softly as I rolled to her side. I went to sleep 
in her bed, dead to the world. 

Kitty fixed me some breakfast the next morning, and then I went to work on 
the fountain. By noon, the three-foot statue of David, in all of its naked 
glory, was pissing into the little pond of goldfish. When Kitty came down to 
the garden and saw that I was finished, she politely, but coolly, handed me 
a check and said she would give me a call soon for some additional work, 
since she was planning to enlarge the Japanese garden beyond the fountain. 
As usual, the check amounted to hardly more than what she might have paid a 
boy to mow her lawn. Disappointed, I packed my tools in the old pick-up and 
headed for home. 

Mrs. R was but another on the list of wealthy ladies, mostly divorcees and 
widows who hired my services as a landscape designer, but who usually 
required me to prove my talents in their sex beds as well as in their flower 
beds. Consequently, I gained a reputation among those gossipy cunts, but 
never made much money. They kept giving me menial tasks and paying me menial 
wages. As far as they were concerned, my only strong point was my weakness: 
I couldn't keep my tongue out of a juicy snatch. Once the word got around, 
my bargaining power as a landscape artist went down the drain. They had me 
where they wanted me right in the gaping jaws of their furry pussies. 

Even though I stayed broke most of the time, barely eking out a living from 
week to week and month to month, I have to admit that my appetite for 
sucking cunt was pretty well satisfied most of the time. Occasionally I was 
fortunate enough to make friends with a pretty house servant, or even the 
daughter of one of my clients. 

I'll never forget the time I met Tina, a cute little German girl who worked 
as a maid for Mrs. T . She lived in a cottage at the rear of the estate. I 
was planting in some shrubs along the walkway leading down to her door. It 
was hot on that one day and I was just taking off my shirt when Tina brushed 
passed me. She stopped, turned around, and I saw that she was furious. 

"Oooo, that Mrs. T , she makes me so damn mad!" she said, stomping her foot. 
I smiled at her because she looked so funny, red in the face and excited 
about something. When she saw me smiling, she softened a bit, and asked, 
'Who are you?" 

"My name is John. Who are you?" I replied. 

"Tina," she said, "I'm the maid, the cook, the wash girl, the babysitter! 
That woman expects me to do everything!" 

Just at that moment, Mrs. T came down the walk, and hurriedly babbled out a 
list of instructions to Tina. Then she turned to me and said she had to 
leave right away to go on a trip, and she would be gone for two or three 
days. She hoped I would have the hedge put in by the time she got back. I 
assured her I would finish it, and she said she would pay me when she got 
back. Then she turned and left, and Tina watched as she and her children 
piled into a taxi and left for the airport. 

"I'm glad I won't have to listen to that woman for awhile," Tina sighed. 
"Well, I can relax for a day or so, finally!" 

"Looks like we're the only ones here, doesn't it?" I said, giving Tina a 
quick wink as I placed a shrub along the walk. 

"Yes, of course!" she said almost defiantly, then she turned and walked 
briskly down to her cottage. I couldn't take my eyes off that cute little 
rump of hers as she disappeared into her doorway. Naturally, I was drooling 
for that hot little maid. A spunky little German girl, with curly blonde 
hair just like my own, and a temper to boot. 

A few minutes later, she came back up the walk and watched me as I dug along 
the edge, breaking the ground for more plants. Finally, she told me to stop 
digging and come to her cottage. 

"Sit down there," she commanded me as I entered her small abode. "You want 
ice-tea or lemonade?" she asked briskly. 

"Lemonade," I said, wiping the sweat from my chest and arms with my shirt. 

"You're hot," she said, handing me a tall glass of lemonade. She sat on a 
small stool facing me. "I think you are a good man," she said confidently, 
then she smiled. We didn't speak much for awhile. She just sat in front of 
me, watching me as I sipped on the lemonade. I nearly choked when I caught a 
quick glimpse of her pussy between her thighs. The skirt she was wearing was 
knee length, and when she sat down on the stool I could see right between 
her thighs under her skirt. What got me so excited, though, was seeing that 
she didn't have any panties on. She smiled sexily when I glanced back up to 
her face, and I realized that she wanted to play around. There wasn't any 
doubt about it. 

"You're hot, too," I said, "just like me." 

"Yes," she said slowly and seductively, "just like you." 

I put the glass down on the floor next to the chair, leaned forward, and 
slid my hand up under her skirt. She gave a quick gasp, but didn't budge an 
inch. I pushed my hand along her thigh toward her crotch until it made 
contact, and then she slammed her legs together, gripping my forearm 
tightly. I wiggled my fingers into her cunt lips and tickled up and down. 
Tina broke out in a convulsive, almost hysterical, giggle as I tickled and 
wiggled inside her warm pussy, her strong little body shivering and shaking 
as she sat on the stool. 

"Ohhhhh... stop it!" she cried, tears welling in her eyes from her 
hysterical laughter. Her legs were locked together tightly, holding my arm 
firmly between them, but I just kept on wiggling my fingers faster and 
faster inside her cunt, watching her cry and laugh and tremble on her little 
stool. She was like a crazy animal. Finally she let out a scream and fell 
forward into my arms, trembling and weak. I swept her up and carried her 
over to the small bed against the room, and put her down. Quickly, I 
loosened my trousers and slipped out of them. Then I unzipped her skirt and 
removed it from her as she lay on the bed, panting and whining below me. 
God, when I saw the beauty of her legs and thighs and her swollen cunt-lips, 
I think I fell in love. In all my experiences, I had rarely seen anything so 
perfectly beautiful and delicious looking as Tina's little blonde snatch. 
And it was just waiting for my lips, my mouth, my tongue waiting for their 
touch. 

Tina was breathing faster and squirming like a little mink as I lowered my 
mouth and sucked down over her cunt. Without any fooling around, I stiffened 
my tongue and sank it into her, right down on her clitoris. I felt her gasp 
and writhe as I tongued around her tiny prick and then started sliding up 
and down inside her outer lips. Tina's young body was at my mercy, 
completely. As I licked into her hot pussy and saw that she was going out of 
her mind with sexual passion, I knew I had to lick every crevice of her 
cunt, every inch of her smooth flawless skin, and make her feel things she 
had never felt before. 

I wanted to see all of that little maiden, completely naked. I removed her 
blouse and bra in a flash. Then I leaned back on my knees and looked down at 
her. She was more than I had expected. I fell forward on my hands and 
lowered my body to hers. We kissed and hugged and squeezed each other in a 
whirl of sexual lust. 

"Oh, Johnny... Johnny!" she cried, and sucked my tongue deep into her throat 
and dug her fingers into my back. Her two firm round breasts were heaving 
and pushing against my chest, and my throbbing cock was being squeezed 
between her hot thighs. 

I pulled my tongue out of her mouth, even though she was sucking hard on it 
to keep it in her throat. But I had to lick every part of that hot little 
blonde. I ran my wet tongue down her neck and over both tits, and sucked 
hard on her nipples. She grunted and sighed as I made my way down to her 
navel, and from there down into the curly blonde cunt which smelled like 
fresh baked bread. I raised up, grabbed her under the knees, and pulled her 
legs up. Then I pushed them back over her head, so that she was resting on 
her shoulders. I looked down, straight down into that luscious crack. I saw 
the pink flesh of her pussy all swollen and puffed, little beads of cunt 
juice oozing out like syrup. Then I saw the round little rose-shaped 
asshole, pulsating and contracting like a tiny flower opening and closing. I 
held her by the heels firmly with my strong hands, smacked my mouth 
forcefully down over that quivering little hole, and drove my tongue deep 
into her rectum. 

Tina yelled in uncontrolled ecstasy when she felt my tongue sink into her 
shithole. Her legs kicked in the air furiously, and her body twisted and 
turned beneath me as she took my tongue. But I wrapped my arms around her 
waist from behind, and held her upside down as I drove my tongue even deeper 
into her asshole. Then I fucked my tongue in and out of that delicious, 
pungent little shitter while Tina cried and bucked, kicking her legs 
helplessly in the air above my head. A few minutes of that was all she or I 
could take. She was a strong little bitch, and I needed a rest. I sucked my 
mouth down over her hole and started withdrawing my tongue very slowly. The 
muscles around the opening of her anus quivered in little spasms as I came 
sliding out. 

"Tina, you taste so good, my darling little girl!" I mumbled. Then I darted 
my tongue into her pussy, driving it deep into her vagina. 

"Ahhhhh... !" she cried. Her legs slammed shut and locked my mouth to her 
cunt. I swirled my tongue savagely inside her luscious cunt and felt her 
thighs shivering against my ears. I was having the time of my life, and if 
Mrs. T had walked in and discovered what we were doing, I wouldn't have 
stopped for an instant, Nothing could have pulled my face away from that 
bubbling, salty-sweet fuckhole. 

Tina struggled and cried and squirmed as I fucked in and out of her pussy 
with my long tongue. "I am going to... to... commmmme!" she stammered, her 
little body convulsing in my arms. Her legs were stretched toward the 
ceiling, her toes curling and quivering as she went into her frenzied 
climax. When I felt her cunt muscles tighten around my tongue and begin to 
spasm, I bobbed my head up and down furiously, driving my tongue in and out 
with all the passion and lust which I was felling. Every time my head 
plunged downward, my nose banged into her cunt-lips and stimulated her 
little rubbery clit. Then she exploded with the force of a volcano. 

She screamed as her whole body went into a violent convulsion. I held my 
arms around her tightly and kept plunging my tongue in and out of her vagina 
as fast as I could. Pussy juices splashed all over my face in hot gushes 
into my mouth. I was so excited by her fantastic orgasm that I shot my wad 
right then. The head of my cock swelled and bounced against Tina's buttocks, 
spurting thick globs of come all over her ass. I just kept on tongue-fucking 
that pussy of hers and sucking all those hot juices which were gushing out. 
Of all the sweet young cunt I ever ran into, Tina was one of the best. 

* * * 

The reader might wonder with justifiable curiosity just what factors in a 
person's background lead toward an overwhelming urge for a specific activity 
in sexual relations with another. Is there anything unusual or unique, for 
example, that may have occurred in John's childhood which conditioned him to 
desire mouth-genital contact in his sexual relations? Are there any clues 
which may account for his compelling urge to stimulate his partner and thus 
himself by bringing his mouth into contact with their genitalia? 

We may assume, arbitrarily, that most males, through a natural biological 
mechanism, are aroused by the idea or the actual performance of cunnilingus. 
Or is it more likely that only specific males, coming from certain types of 
backgrounds, who are thus aroused? There is some truth in both of the above, 
and an understanding of both the biological and the conditional mechanisms 
is necessary before we may gain a more adequate insight regarding the 
expression of oralism in human sexual behavior. 

Therefore, we must begin with the subject's childhood, his environment, some 
of the events which seem to have played their part in influencing his 
psychosexual growth, and his later adult sexual attitudes and behavior. 

John was born, and grew up, in an isolated rural area in western Texas, 
where his father struggled to make a living as a tractor mechanic and 
all-around handyman. His mother, a pretty girl of Bohemian parents, helped 
out by selling chickens and eggs to neighboring ranchers. They were poor, 
but not unhappy. John recalls his childhood as a mixture of loneliness with 
flashes of family gaiety. He had few friends, occupying his time with two 
pets, a rooster and the family dog. 

When in the eighth grade, John became nervous and ill for a long period of 
time and had to leave school. At age fifteen, he went back to school, but 
only finished the tenth grade. He was eighteen when he left high school; 
John left his home and moved to Ft. Worth, where he hoped to find work in a 
landscaping nursery, and perhaps someday have his own nursery business. 
Since he had developed a great interest in plants and had read many books on 
botany and gardening, he was not without a measure of confidence when he 
left home. 

Arriving in Ft. Worth full of ambition, excited about the prospects of 
living in a big city and "making something of worth" with his life, John 
found work in a large nursery. Unfortunately, he was fired after his boss 
had warned him several times to stop "consorting" with some of the female 
customers. This pattern repeated itself for the next several years, until in 
a nervous state of anxiety and depression, John voluntarily sought 
psychiatric counseling. During this time, he met a girl who was also 
undergoing treatment. They were attracted to each other, and after a short 
courtship, got married. John was twenty-four, she was twenty. 

For almost a year, things went along smoothly for John, and his tendency to 
show a sexual interest in older women was under control. However, the old 
compulsion to seek out new female sex partners created great conflict, and 
his marriage ended in separation and subsequent divorce. 

It became apparent during his psychotherapeutic sessions that there were two 
aspects of his childhood which could be seen as problem areas. In so far as 
John's near-compulsive urges for performing cunnilingus on a succession of 
female partners, most of whom had no interest in him other than as an 
occasional source of sexual activity, it gradually became evident that these 
two aspects of childhood experience had more than a casual influence on his 
adult behavior. 

The first of these series of events, as he revealed to his analyst, occurred 
around the age of five or six. At that time, John recalled waking up late 
one night in his bedroom, hearing strange groaning sounds coming from his 
parents' bedroom. His first thoughts were that something was wrong, that his 
mother or father was very sick. He also had a strange feeling of 
apprehension, and wasn't sure he should go into their room to see what the 
matter was. 

Going to their room, he was shocked and disturbed to see his mother lying 
naked on the bed, her legs spread open and his father kneeling between her 
legs, performing oralism. John felt increased conflict the longer he watched 
this activity between his father and mother. He didn't know whether to rush 
in to his mother, or remain silent. 

He asked his mother the next day if she had been ill during the night, to 
which she replied that she wasn't sick, and that the reason she had been 
moaning was a good reason, not a bad one. This seemed to satisfy John's 
anxiety, for it was quite apparent to him that his mother seemed very happy 
and healthy, and manifested no ill signs. 

John witnessed this scene repeatedly until he left home. His feelings of 
apprehension faded as a growing feeling of desire began to creep into his 
consciousness, a desire which was a mixture of emotions involving his mother 
and his father, a desire which he could not make known to them. He kept his 
love feelings for his mother completely to himself, and often when he heard 
the sounds of lovemaking coming from his parents' room late at night, John 
would stay in his bed and masturbate as he fantasized that it was he instead 
of his father giving her such intense pleasure. 

At thirteen, John witnessed another scene which was to help crystallize his 
urges in connection with oral-vaginal contact. He awoke one night to 
discover his mother experiencing oralism from the pet dog. 

During the period from age five to the time he left home, John experienced 
strong sexual fantasies and day dreams in which he joined his mother in her 
"peculiar" habit. Sometimes, his dog was in the fantasy, sometimes his 
father, as John imagined all kinds of sexual activities taking place between 
them. The closest John ever came to fulfilling any of his fantasies was at 
sixteen when he performed a sex act with the dog. 

These years of frustration and fantasizing, during which time he witnessed 
his parents engaging in oral activities, no doubt accounts for John's oral 
compulsions and his need to seek out, promiscuously, female partners upon 
whom he can perform cunnilingus. 

Does John search unconsciously for his mother, in his incessant quest for 
oral activity with a variety of partners? Is he striving in his adult sexual 
behavior to compensate, or satisfy, the unfulfilled fantasies of his 
childhood? It would seem to be the case, and certainly, in the light of 
modern day psychological theory and understanding, such an assumption can be 
supported. 

Sigmund Freud was able to formulate many significant theories pertaining to 
neuroses, compulsions and sexual behavior. Using the Freudian concepts which 
suggest the primacy of sexual urges in the life of every individual, we can 
view the psychosexual development of a child as broken down into several 
distinct but overlapping and interdependent stages. These stages occur as 
follows: 

1. Oral stage. This begins with birth and usually lasts through the first 
year. 

2. Anal stage. Usually from age 1 to about age 3, and may evidence remnants 
or holdovers from the oral stage. 

3. Phallic stage. From age 3 to about age 6. Overlapping of urges from the 
previous oral and anal stages may be seen. 

4. Latency stage. Usually from age 6 to age 12, at which time puberty 
occurs. An important stage during which the child begins to incorporate his 
libinal urges within the boundaries of environmental conditioning. An 
important socialization stage which may give rise to frustration, and later 
"fixations." 

5. Genital stage. Begins at around age 12, the time of puberty, and leads 
into adult sexual behavior patterns. At this time, the adolescent must find 
ways to express his new-found sexuality. If there are hidden urges and 
frustrations which are being held over from the previous developmental 
stages, the adolescent may find himself burdened with compulsive urges, 
urges which are struggling to free him from his previous frustrated desires. 
Those frustrated desires may be "fixed" in one or all of his previous 
stages- the oral, the anal, the phallic, or the latency stages. 

In his informative book, Freud: His Dream and Sex Theories, Joseph Jastrow 
explains: 

... of all the Freudian libidinal concepts arising from developmental 
stages, those derived from the direction of libido to bodily zones lead to 
the most unexpected views of the sources of mature character traits again by 
the way of fixation, arrest, over-development, or regression. The three 
erogenous zones are oral, anal, and the completing genital, with a urethral 
component associated with the anal activities... Fixation is accepted by 
Jung as by Freud as a source of disharmony of development when childish 
forms of libido persist. The normal course is progressive; the abnormal 
course is regressive. Such fixations or arrests in the course of libido 
invite later neuroses and... form obstacles in maturing... The parent 
relation has a parallel place... in the systems. As the child's first 
satisfactions are intensely fixed upon the parents, these relations exercise 
a dominant influence on the plastic psyche. The attitudes of the parents, 
including their complexes, affect the child deeply including the parental 
pattern which the child imitates. 

From the above concepts, we can understand how the psychosexual development 
through John's childhood and adolescence was greatly influenced by the kind 
of sexual behavior patterns which were expressed by his parents, by his 
witnessing of his mother's desire for oral stimulation of her vaginal 
orifice, and by his frustration created from his repressed desires to 
participate in those activities which he had observed. 

* * * 

After Tina, of course, there were other young girls whom I made out with. 
Most of them were either the maids or the daughters of my clients, or even 
the client if she wasn't too old or ugly. I remember the time I was working 
for the B s. Mr. B and his wife lived in a huge mansion, resembling a small 
castle. It was surrounded by trees and gardens on a hill, isolated and 
quiet. Over the garage was the maid's quarters, and that's where Mona lived. 

Mona was a beautiful Puerto Rican girl about nineteen years old, with dark 
lustrous skin, flashing white teeth, with shiny black hair flowing over her 
shoulders. She stood about five foot seven, and was gifted with one of the 
most perfect shaped figures I ever saw. And brother, she knew how to move 
that body of hers. 

She was the essence of sex, and I think she knew it. There was a cockiness 
about her which really turned me on. Of course, I was turned on every time I 
watched that little rear end of hers swing back and forth as she walked 
along a garden path, or climbed the steps to her garage apartment. Her 
lovely pointed boobs stuck out over her narrow waist, and her strong 
energetic legs blended beautifully into her hips and buttocks. She was made 
for sex, and she didn't object to proving it. 

Mr. B had a fourteen-year-old son named Jim, a quiet studious sort of guy 
who wore glasses and carried a book with him everywhere he went. Jim used to 
sit out under a willow tree by the edge of a small pond and read on Saturday 
mornings. I finally discovered what he was really up to. Mona would signal 
to him from her small window over the garage, and then he would sneak up the 
stairway into her apartment. There was no doubt that young stud was learning 
a great deal about life, and not all of it from books, either. 

One Saturday morning, I was digging around a willow tree when Jim came and 
sat down nearby. He didn't say much, just sort of watched me as I shoveled 
dirt and smoothed it over the ground. I stopped for a moment, sat down on 
the ground a few feet away from him, and lit a cigarette. 

"Whew... hot morning," I said, stretching out on the grass under the willow 
tree. 

"Ninety-one, the radio said a few moments ago," Jim replied. 

"Probably going to reach a hundred by noon," I said. "Sure would be nice to 
get out of this heat and take a break for an hour or so." 

At that moment, I saw Mona at her window, waving to Jim. He rose, and walked 
toward the garage, trying to be totally nonchalant about it. 

"Have fun," I chuckled. Jim half-turned to say something to me, but 
apparently changed his mind, I saw him disappear around the corner of the 
garage. Mona, I noticed, was still at her window. She was looking at me. I 
waved to her, and she lifted a hand only slightly to acknowledge my 
greeting. Then she smiled before disappearing. 

I went back to my digging, and a few moments later I was interrupted by a 
whistle from Mona's window. I looked up and saw Jim. He waved to me to come 
up to the apartment. I glanced around to see that the B s were nowhere 
around. I had a good steady job here and I wasn't going to throw it away for 
nothing. However, the prospect of pressing my mouth over Mona's cunt was 
worth the risk. I laid my shovel against the willow tree, and nearly ran to 
the garage. With a final glance around, I dashed up the stairs. Jim opened 
the door and let me in quickly. 

"Hi," I smiled as I greeted Jim and Mona. 

"Don't worry about Mom and Dad," Jim said casually, "they're out of the way 
today. Won't be back until this afternoon." 

"Hey, you big ox! Come sit over here!" Mona commanded and pointed to the 
edge of the bed. There were no chairs, just a bed, a soft carpet, and a few 
large throw pillows. A small kitchen and a tiny bathroom completed the 
apartment small, but clean and cozy. Jim sat on the floor next to the bed 
and began reading from the book he was holding. 

"Lesson number three," he read in a cool factual tone of voice, "takes the 
student into his first visual contact with the female genital organs." 

I almost choked at what I had heard, and I couldn't help coughing. Jim was 
unconcerned by my disturbance, and continued reading. As he read in his 
methodical deliberate style, I found myself getting aroused rapidly, my cock 
swelling inside my trousers and pounding against my thigh. 

"The female model should remove her clothes without shame, and lie on the 
bed on her back, stretched out in a comfortable and relaxed position." 

Mona stood in the middle of the room and began taking her clothes off. I 
watched breathlessly as she calmly slipped off her shoes and stockings, then 
her blouse and skirt, and finally her pink slip. We both gasped slightly as 
the slip fell to the floor and left her standing in front of us completely 
nude. She was even more beautiful and exciting than I had imagined. Jim 
motioned for her to lie on the bed. She slowly moved between us and eased 
onto the bed, stretching out on her back, her lovely body driving me out of 
my mind. I took another swallow of beer as Jim started reading again. 

"The male should stand next to the bed, and remove his clothes without shame 
while the female watches him," Jim read. Then he looked up at Mona and 
asked, "Can John be the male subject?" 

"You be the male, John," she said to me, a devilish look in her face. 

I stood up by the bed; took off my shoes and socks, my shirt, and my pants. 
I stood for a moment with just my shorts on, and then I noticed that Jim was 
staring at the big bulge in my crotch. He reached up and hooked a finger 
into the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down suddenly, all the 
way to my ankles. My huge erection swung out in front of me like a big club. 
Then Jim continued reading while I gazed down at Mona, my heart racing in 
the excitement of this little lesson in sex. 

"The male should gaze upon the naked body of his female partner," Jim spoke 
the words clearly, but I could detect a hint of sexual excitement in his 
tone. "Then he should crawl onto the bed with the female, and kneel between 
her open thighs, and lower his face to her vaginal orifice." 

Almost in a daze, I followed Jim's words like a robot, my body trembling and 
my dick bobbing up and down hungrily. Mona gazed continuously into my eyes. 
Her mouth was moist and voluptuous, her breasts pointed upward firmly like 
two symmetrical pyramids of bronze flesh capped by delicious looking nipples 
that were shaped like round cherries, dark pink in color, and surrounded by 
circular bands of crimson colored skin. My mouth was drooling with the 
desire to suck over those luscious nipples and squeeze them in my hands. 

"... lower his face to her vaginal edifice," Jim repeated the words as he 
rose from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at me and Mona. 

I slowly lowered my face until my nose was brushing against Mona's wonderful 
crispy black crotch hairs. I could smell the exotic aromas of her snatch, 
her crotch hairs, her cunt lips, and-it was all I could do to keep my tongue 
in my mouth. I waited, for Jim to speak again. His voice sounded far off, 
distant, as he read from the book, and watched us as we acted out the 
instructions. I couldn't help noticing the thick bulge under the fly of his 
jeans as he sat on the bed next to me, and it was obvious that the kid was 
having the time of his life. Mona was very excited, too, by this novel 
approach to sex, breathing faster and making little groans as the lesson 
proceeded. 

"The male should stick out his tongue and lick into the crack of the 
female's vulva, starting at the top, and sliding around gently over her 
clitoris with the tip of his tongue." 

I did as he instructed, and Mona gasped quickly when I began circling around 
her clit with my tongue. Her reaction must have been too much for little Jim 
to cope with. He stood up and quickly removed his jeans and shirt, and 
crawled up on the bed behind me. Then he continued reading. I sensed that he 
was staring at me from behind as I licked into Mona's pussy. I had this 
strange sensation intuition that Jim was staring into the crack of my ass 
from behind as I sucked deeper into Mona's quivering cuntlips. The words he 
spoke came over my shoulders in a low monotone voice, and I felt almost as 
though I were being hypnotized. 

"As the male subject licks deeper and deeper into the female vulva, 
stimulating her clitoris, and licking up and down along her labia minora, he 
should reach forward with his hands and cup the woman's breasts, and squeeze 
gently." 

I did as he said, and Mona gasped and writhed in growing sexual lust. As for 
me, I was so hot I was ready for anything and everything. With a sudden gasp 
in Mona's pussylips, I felt something warm and slimy tickle over my 
buttocks. I realized that it was Jim sliding his tongue delicately over my 
rear end. It didn't take me away from Mona's cunt, though. I just dug my 
tongue into it more passionately, and moaned in pleasure. Slowly, Jim slid 
his tongue farther and farther into the crack of my ass until finally he was 
licking all over my pulsating shithole. I was going out of my mind. That was 
the first time I had ever been involved in a three-way sex orgy, and it 
turned out to be one of the most exciting and most satisfying moments I can 
remember. 

Jim spread the cheeks of my ass with his warm trembling hands and sucked his 
mouth hard over my anus; he started jabbing his tongue into the opening. 
While he was doing that, I was probing my tongue into Mona's cunt, little by 
little, and squeezing her breasts. For some time I don't know how long Jim 
continued licking all over my ass with his tongue, lubricating it with his 
spit. I could feel the excitement he was feeling because his hands trembled 
and caressed all over my buttocks, my hips, my thighs, my balls and my cock. 
And I was lost somewhere inside Mona's convulsing snatch, licking and 
swirling my tongue deeper into her fuckhole. There was nothing else in the 
whole world. Just me, and Mona, and Jim. The three of us were all alone in a 
moment of suspended time, alone together. 

The more Mona gasped and panted beneath me, the more I drove my tongue into 
her cunt. And the more I groaned in delirious lust, the more Jim urged his 
tongue over and into my tight asshole. There was no more reading from the 
book. From that point on, things just happened spontaneously, happily, and 
passionately. 

Gradually, I licked upward from Mona's cunt over her belly, and sucked on 
her tits. Jim followed me from behind, keeping his mouth sucked on my 
asshole and forcing his hot tongue deeper into my hole. 

I moaned and kissed Mona. She quickly sucked my tongue into her mouth, and 
writhed under me as the head of my cock pushed its way into her snatch. Jim 
lifted her legs into the air from behind, and with a quick thrust of my 
hips, I slammed my prick into her pussy. Then Jim crouched in behind me and 
eased the tip of his cock into the crack of my wet, slick ass. 

"Oh, John!" he gasped, and pushed the head of his cock firmly against the 
opening of my asshole. I could feel the rim of my rear hole gradually 
widening, finally his dick started sliding into my anus. It was the first 
time anything like that had ever happened to me, and the sensations I felt 
inside were hot, strange, and wonderful. But I didn't realize what a big 
cock Jim had. For a fourteen-year-old kid, he had a man-sized organ, and 
when it first went in, I felt like I was going to shit all over the bed. But 
in a few seconds, it began to feel beautiful and warm inside my rectum. 

"Oh, man... ohhhhh," I moaned heavily as Jim laid down over me and shoved 
the entire length of his pounding cock all the way into my ass. Then he 
started kissing me and licking his tongue up and down my spine as he fucked 
me in long smooth strokes. The friction of his cock rubbing against the 
walls of my rectum created a warm glow deep, in my bowels, and every time he 
threw his hips down and sent the head hammering deep into my gut, I thought 
I was going to shoot off. 

While I fucked up and down, faster and faster into Mona's hot pussy, Jim 
fucked in and out of my asshole, gasping and kissing on my shoulders and 
neck. 

Mona began crying and going wild, and I knew she was going to explode. Her 
cunt was going wild around my cock, and Jim was fucking like a rabbit in my 
burning hole. A few seconds later, we were gasping and trembling in ecstasy 
as we went into a simultaneous orgasm and exploded together in a frenzy of 
cries and groans and squeals. 

Jim fucked his long prick furiously in and out of my sputtering wet asshole, 
while at the same time I threw my shaft downward and forward, slamming it 
hard into Mona's creaming cunt and shooting off inside her. Mona squirmed 
and gasped as she felt my club jerking and pounding inside her, her pussy 
convulsing and squeezing around my ejaculating dick as she shot her cream 
all over my cock. 

After we finished shooting off, Jim pulled out of my asshole slowly, then 
got up and went to the bathroom. Later, I got up and went into the bathroom 
and washed my asshole off. I was amazed that there was no pain from the 
fucking Jim had given me. Just a warm feeling somewhere deep inside my 
rectum. When I returned to the bedroom, Jim was gone. I put on my clothes, 
and gave Mona's cunt one last lick before returning to my work out by the 
willow tree very reluctantly. 

That was quite a morning for me. I think I discovered some things about 
myself that I hadn't been aware of before. At first, I was a little worried 
about getting fucked in the ass and enjoying it, but after I explained all 
this activity to my analyst he assured me that I wasn't a homosexual just 
because I had that one experience, and I felt OK about it. In fact, I've 
done it a few more times since then, with Jim, and with one of Jim's 
boyfriends. This lasted for awhile until Jim got jealous because his friend 
and I started running around together, and he threatened to expose me as a 
queer. That's when I got to feeling depressed again. I knew in my head I 
wasn't a queer, because I knew how much I liked sucking on pussy. I never 
saw Jim or Charles after that. Once in awhile, I thought about what we used 
to do together, fucking each other in the ass, and so on. But, mostly, I 
thought about sticking my tongue into that hot cunt of Mona's. 

* * * 

It became clear to John's counselor that there were two components in John's 
sexual behavior which expressed themselves. First, there was a strong 
fixation which compelled John to engage in oral activities with his girl 
partners. Second, there was a latent homosexual urge which found expression 
for the first time at the age of twenty-eight with young Jim. It is worth 
noting in John's case that his compulsive urges for oralism posed far 
greater problems for him socially and economically than his homosexual urge, 
which was not compulsive. 

 CHAPTER TWO: TOO MUCH CANDY 

I remember the first night I met David and Judy. It was during my second 
summer in New York, and I was feeling low because I was down to my last buck 
and things weren't looking too good. Meeting Dave was lucky for me, 'cause 
he paid me money to pose in the nude for his picture business, while 
his-beautiful redheaded wife made it fun for me. 

I met them in a bar in the Village. I remember I was talkin' to Hank, the 
bartender, saying about how I needed to make some fast money because Frank 
and me wasn't havin' too much success fin-din' combo work. (Frank is my 
twenty-three-year-old brother.) He plays trombone, and I play a little tenor 
sax. 

"I don't mean to insult you or anything," Hank said, "but you see that 
couple sitting over there in the corner?" 

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Judy smilin' at me. The guy with her had 
his back to me. After a while, Hank introduced me to them. They invited me 
to join them for a couple of drinks. Judy turned out to be very friendly as 
well as beautiful, and from the sexy looks she was givin' me, I was a little 
worried that her man might get sore. But they both treated me like a real 
pal, and after a few more drinks, I was feelin' pretty relaxed with them. 

"When Hank got ready to lock up for the night, Judy grabbed me by the arm 
and said, "Hey, come on up to our flat and have some coffee." She squeezed 
my arm and said, "Damn, you got some muscle on you, don't you, honey!" 

I smiled and replied, "All in the right places, too." I guess I was really 
feelin' loose. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe it was because I was just 
feelin' horny as hell. Anyway, I decided to go along with them, and hope for 
the best. 

They took me to a small apartment, not far from the Village. When David 
switched on the lights, I saw a lot of photographic equipment scattered 
around. You know, a couple of cameras on tripods, some big lamps, and so on. 
I noticed a stack of photos on a table, and glanced through them. Most of 
them were photos of nude girls in all kinds of poses, a few were nude males. 

"Make yourself at home, big boy," Judy smiled, kickin' off her heels. "It's 
a warm night," she hollered as she went into a small kitchen, "so you might 
as well take off your shoes and shirt, and relax." 

David was already takin' off his shirt, so I figured it was the thing to do. 
It wasn't long before the three of us were stripped down to our 
underclothes, sippin' on some brandy that Judy brought in. It turned out to 
be a hot night. Much hotter than I anticipated. 

After a little while, David got up from his chair and said, "I think I'll go 
make a few enlargements of those shots we took yesterday." He went into 
another room, and closed the door. 

"That's the darkroom," Judy smiled sexily as she leaned back on the sofa, 
her eyes flashin' at me. I felt a little thrill shoot up through my cock as 
I watched her full breasts rise up and stretch inside her bra. I was a 
little nervous, "cause I wanted her bad, but I wasn't sure about her man. I 
guess she sensed what was troublin' me. 

"Tom, don't worry about David. He and I have known each other a long time," 
she said. "We're good friends, no strings." 

"Ain't ya married?" I asked, sippin' on my brandy. 

"Yeah... for purposes of income tax," she smiled. Her white skin looked like 
marble in the soft glow of the red table lamp next to the couch. She could 
tell from the growin' bulge inside my. shorts that I was hot for her, and 
she played with her long, red hair which hung down loose over her shoulders. 
She kept lookin' at me in a coy way. She knew damn well I wanted her, and it 
dawned on me suddenly that she wanted me, too. I had made out with white 
dames before, and I knew from experience that a lot of them go in for black 
guys in a big way. And she was one of them. 

My eyes took in the curves of her five-foot six-inch body. We kept staring 
at each other for a few minutes, knowing full well that we were goin' to 
make it with each other. I leaned back in my chair and stretched my legs out 
toward her, and the bulge inside my shorts jerked and pushed upward, 
stretchin' the white cotton away from my groin. Slowly, I let my hand slide 
over my chest, down along my stomach, until my thumb hooked into the 
waistband of my underwear. I pushed them down, and my big cock jumped up and 
bounced on top of my belly like a swollen sausage. 

When Judy saw that, she breathed real heavy like, and ran her tongue along 
her lower lip. We didn't take our eyes off each other the whole time, and 
all kinds of wild sensations was runnin' through me. It was like bein' on a 
real trip, float-in' there in the dim red light, watchin' each other, 
diggin' each other like that, not sayin' a word. 

Finally, she reached under her arm slow and easy, and unsnapped her bra. It 
slid away from her and when I saw how beautiful her tits were, it was all I 
could do to keep from droolin' down my chin. They were firm and swollen, 
just like a hot young teenage sexpot. It was hard to believe that she was 
twenty-eight years old. She had a better body on her than most girls a lot 
younger. The tips of her breasts came to pointed ends, standin' out, just 
waitin' to get sucked. They were reddish pink next to the pale white skin 
around them, and they looked moist and hot, like coals, waitin' for my mouth 
and tongue. 

I lifted my knees up, slid my shorts off, and felt my heavy balls danglin' 
against the front of my chair. My cock curved upward and throbbed against my 
navel as I leaned back in the chair again and kept my eyes glued on Judy. 
She dropped her bra over the side, of the couch, then raised her hips up 
from the cushions and pushed her black lace panties down, finally kickin' 
them over the end of the couch. 

I wasn't prepared for the sight of her naked pussy. I guess she was about 
the most beautiful white chick I had seen in a long time. The silky 
smoothness of her white belly joined with the red hair of her crotch. I 
leaned forward, my eyes buggin' and blinkin' like I was try in' to wake up 
from a dream. But it wasn't no dream, I can tell you that. She was a dream, 
but it wasn't no dream! 

Without even thinkin' about it, I stood up and sort of floated over to the 
couch. Judy looked up at me as I stood over her, her eyes roamin' up and 
down over my brown shiny chest and stomach. She was breathin' heavy as she 
reached out and touched the inside of my leg. I closed my eyes as her 
fingers went upward, ticklin' along until they squeezed gently around my big 
black balls. 

A second later, I heard myself gaspin' as somethin' hot and slimy engulfed 
the head of my cock and started slidin' over my meat. Man, it was one of the 
wildest feelin's I ever had... that hot, slippery sensation suckin' over my 
throbbin' cock-head, slidin' forward over my big, black prick... slowly... 
slowly... until my whole cock was finally swallowed up by it. 

"Sheeeeeezzzz," I moaned, my eyes still closed. My legs were tremblin' 
pretty bad at that point. Reachin' forward automatically, I felt her soft 
hair fall against my thighs. Suddenly, she forced her mouth all the way to 
the base of my cock... I thought that mushroom head on the end of my prod 
was goin' to slide all the way to her stomach. Little gaggin' motions 
somewhere down in her throat started squeezin' and convulsin' around the 
bulgin' head of my prick, and I almost shot off right then and there. 

Then Judy started slidin' back off my cock, very slowly. As she drew her 
mouth up along the shiny wet shaft, she swirled her warm slick tongue all 
around it, in fast crazy circles. "Oh, shit... baby," I mumbled. She swirled 
her tongue all around the tip of my jerkin' prick, then she pulled away from 
it with one final suck of her mouth. I fell to my knees next to the couch 
and grabbed her by the hair, kind of rough-like, but not enough to hurt her. 

"She flashed her green eyes at me, and parted her lips. I could see the tip 
of her tongue flickin' just inside her mouth. As our lips met, she thrust 
that hot tongue of hers like a snake into my mouth, and I sucked it deep as 
I could into my throat. We moaned together, and I could taste the sweaty 
oily flavor of my prick mixed in with her thick sweet spit. Man, I was 
really shakin', just from kissin' her like that, and knowin' I was gonna 
screw the shit outa that hot redheaded cunt of hers. 

Just then, I heard a little sound in back of me. I pulled my mouth away from 
Judy with a loud pop and spun around fast, almost knockin' over the coffee 
table. Dave was comin' out of the other room, with all his clothes on shoes 
and everything. When he saw the startled look on my face, he smiled easily 
and walked toward us. 

"Hey," he chuckled, "I'm just going out to get some cigarettes. You two need 
any?" 

I kept my eyes on him. I didn't quite trust him, I guess. I shook my head to 
let him know I didn't need any cigs. He must've seen the tense look on my 
face, "cause he smiled a little and then said, "Relax, Tom. Judy and I are 
old friends. She does her thing, and I do mine. OK?" 

"Sure... okay," I said, feelin' a little better. By the tone in his voice, I 
knew he meant what he said. I held out my hand, and he reached over the 
coffee table and grasped it. When he left, he paused at the door and said 
he'd be back in about an hour. 

After he'd gone, I got up and latched the door from the inside. I guess I 
didn't want any more interruptions or unexpected visitors. Then I made my 
way back to the couch where Judy was stretched out, her white body waitin' 
to get crushed in my black arms. 

I eased myself down on top of her, and wrapped my arms around her. She 
moaned and closed her eyes when she felt my stiff cock push against her 
pussy. There wasn't no resistance put up by her when I pushed her legs apart 
with my knees. Even if there had been, it wouldn't have done her no good. I 
was goin' to fuck her. I knew it. And she knew it. 

"Oh, Tom... Tom," she groaned soft and low, almost in a whisper, as I 
reached down with my hands and pulled her legs up. She locked her ankles 
around the back of my neck as I raised up and scooted forward. I looked down 
at her face as I leaned over her, and she ran her hands over my chest, 
pinchin' my tits and pantin' up at me like a little wildcat. She was hot as 
hell, her eyes flashin' green sparks, her mouth quiverin' at the corners. 

I lowered my face slowly, until my lips were barely an inch from hers. She 
darted her tongue out and flicked it all over my mouth, my nose, and my 
cheeks. We started playin' games with our tongues, like two slimy snakes 
wrigglin' and squirmin' and spittin'. I could feel the head of my cock 
pressin' against her hot, moist cuntlips. Little by little, I eased forward, 
pushin' steadily at the openin' of her pussy until I felt it give way. I 
moved forward on my knees, pushin' into Judy's hot pussy, inch by inch, 
keepin' my tongue occupied in little games around her mouth and nose. 
Gradually, her warm slippery cuntlips stretched around the head of my cock, 
squeezin' and quiverin' like and stretchin' as my big prick pushed inside. 

When I got about halfway in, Judy tensed up all over and let out this little 
gasp, and got this crazy look on her face. Then she pulled my head down with 
her hands and started suckin' on my nose. She was makin' me hotter'n shit, 
and I couldn't help rammin' the rest of my prick. I slammed it to her hard. 

"Yuunngghhh!" she grunted like a stuck pig when I showed her what a piece of 
young, black meat could do. But it didn't stop her from suckin' and 
slobberin' all over my nose and mouth. She was drivin' me up the wall with 
that mouth of hers, and squirmin' and moanin' underneath me as I forced the 
head of my prick deep as I could into that twitchin' pussy. 

The muscles inside her cunt were goin' wild, too, squeezin' and relaxin', 
squeezin' and relaxin' like a hot slimy hand around my shaft. That's when I 
really started cookin'. I started fuckin' in and out of that tight, juicy 
cunt, hard and fast. Bam! Bam! Bam! I let her have every inch of my ramrod 
in a burst of piledriver punches. 

Judy grunted over my nose every time I drove my hips forward, my sweaty 
balls ban gin' against her asshole and makin' little slappin' noises. I 
don't have to tell you, I was gettin' close to shoot-in' off in that hot 
honeyhive. And Judy knew it, too. She could tell from the way my prick was 
beginnin' to swell and jerk inside her that I was gettin' damn close to 
unloadin'. 

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" Judy groaned. She tried to push me up away from 
her, with this crazy look in her eyes, her lips glistening and droolin'. 

"What you mean, woman, don't shoot!" I growled, pinnin' her hands back over 
her head and starin' down at her. I kept on fuckin' her, and said, "What the 
shit you talkin' about, don't shoot!" 

"I want your-come, baby!" she panted, squirmin' to get her pussy away from 
my dick. "I want to taste all that hot come shooting off in my mouth and 
running down my throat. Please, baby, fuck my mouth... I need it like that! 
Please!" 

Hearin' her plead like that got to me. She wasn't kiddin' about wantin' me 
to shoot off in her mouth. "OK, OK," I said, wishin' I didn't have to pull 
out of that hot cunt of hers. I gave her a couple more slams, hard ones that 
made her whole body jerk and bounce. Then I pulled out of her so fast I 
could feel pussy juice splashin' all over my balls. 

"Quick, baby... let me have it!" she reached down and grabbed my cock with 
her hand. 

I placed my hands around the back of her head and shoved her down. Then I 
felt her lips suck over the head and her tongue start swirlin' all around. 
Hot damn, I nearly blew right then! 

"Mmmm... ohhhhh... mmmmmmmm," Judy was moanin' like a baby as she wrapped 
her tongue around my cock and started slidin' all the way down my slimy 
slick shaft until she couldn't go no further. Just like before, I could feel 
the muscles in her throat squeezin' around the head of my prick, trying to 
swallow it. She didn't come back up the shaft. She just took every inch of 
that bulgin' rod into her mouth and throat, and kept it there. Then she 
started in on it with that tongue of hers, and I thought I was goin' through 
the ceilin'. I don't know what she was doin', exactly. I guess she was 
mostly swirlin' her tongue around all over the head. Everythin' felt hot and 
slippery and beautiful. I just knelt there on the couch and closed my eyes 
while she worked her tongue and mouth all over my stiff meat, gettin' closer 
and closer to shootin' off. 

When she reached up and started massagin' my balls in her fingers, that was 
all I could take. My juices started boilin' and a couple of seconds later I 
started pantin' and gaspin'. 

"Here I c c come!" I stuttered, my whole body shakin'. I grabbed the back of 
Judy's head with my hands and held her pinned on my jerkin' dick. Then I 
started shootin' off. 

"Oooooh," I cried as that cock of mine splattered the inside of Judy's mouth 
with hot come. Everythin' went dark for a couple of seconds. I thought I'd 
never stop shootin' off. Judy just kept on swirlin' that crazy tongue of 
hers around the shaft of my prick, tryin' to swallow all that cream as fast 
as I was unloadin' it. 

Finally, I was all juiced out, barely able to keep myself from fallin' off 
the couch. I let go of her head, and she fell back with a long sigh. We laid 
there on the couch next to each other for awhile, smokin' and talkin'. 
Later, Dave came back and knocked on the door, and I let him in. After the 
three of us had a bite to eat, he started takin' some pictures of me nude 
and that's how I picked up some money for a few weeks. I sure had fun 
playin' around with the redheaded cunt, too. 

* * * 

Before we get into a discussion of oralism in connection with this 
particular case history, it would be helpful to take a brief look at Tom's 
childhood as he grew up in Missouri, and at some of his experiences which 
may have played their part in influencing his sexual behavior. 

Tom and his brother Frank were born on a small farm not far from Kansas 
City, Missouri. They grew up there until Frank was fifteen and Tom thirteen. 
At this time, a car accident took the lives of the parents and the boys 
lived with an aunt in Kansas City. She was a permissive woman, and allowed 
the boys a great deal of freedom in their dating habits. 

Frequently, they double-dated, taking their girl friends to a drive-in 
movie, after which they would drive into the country. Tom revealed that it 
was during this period that he began to develop his awareness and his sexual 
expertise in regards to the opposite sex, primarily by observing the 
behavior of his older brother. Frank and his girl friends, the kinds of 
petting and sexual activities in which they engaged, played a major part in 
guiding Tom's attitudes during his years of puberty and adolescence. The two 
boys were close companions and confidants, and often they would disclose 
their activities to each other. Frank, in a typically big-brother fashion, 
and being much more sexually aggressive and precocious than Tom, threw out 
little pieces of advice and information in the exchange of their sexual 
experiences and exploits. 

As brothers growing up on the small farm, they had ample opportunity to 
observe the phenomenon of mating among animals of various kinds. In his 
observations of the sexual behavior of various species, Tom, unconsciously 
at first, then later consciously, was highly influenced in his attitudes 
toward sexual activity. He and his brother grew up together cognizant of the 
prevalence of oral activities among animals. This awareness played no small 
part in their psychosexual development. For them, oral activities were a 
natural part of their environment. As Tom expressed it during one of his 
sessions: "If animals can do it, why can't humans?" 

Regarding the use of the mouth and its parts during sexual-activity among 
animals, Alfred C. Kinsey, in his report-entitled Sexual Behavior in the 
Human Female, writes: 

The significance of the mouth depends, of course, upon the fact that all of 
its parts are richly supplied with nerves. This is true throughout the class 
Mammalia, and also true of some of the other vertebrates. Fish, lizards, 
many birds and practically all of the mammalian species which have been 
studied are likely to place their mouths on some part of the partner's body 
during pre-coital play or actual coitus... In many mammalian species, where 
the tip of the nose may be as sensitive as the lips of the mouth, the lips 
and the nose are used indiscriminately to make contacts with all parts of 
the body. All of these things also happen during sexual activity in an 
uninhibited human animal. It is not surprising that the two areas of the 
body which are most sensitive erotically, namely the mouth and the 
genitalia, should frequently be brought into direct contact. The high... 
frequency of mouth-genital contacts in the human animal have been detailed 
in our volume on the male, and in the present volume. 

Although there are still many individuals who for religious reasons, 
repressive backgrounds, or unfounded fears and harmful taboos regarding 
their own sexual urges might deny the validity of Kinsey's findings, one 
cannot go on forever discrediting the findings of leaders in the fields of 
animal behavior and human behavior. Since the time of Darwin, when the idea 
of man's animal ancestry began to shake the very foundations of previous 
beliefs, and Judeo-Christian ethics, scientists throughout the world have 
added their contributions to the growing stockpile of literature and 
documented observations, all of which lend support and credence to Kinsey's 
findings. 

The general view held by the many highly trained and experienced scientists 
and field workers who have spent many years of observing animal behavior, 
and correlating their observations to human behavior, seems to indicate that 
the urge for oral-genital contact in human sexual activity has its origins 
in the instinctual behavior of man's ancestral cousins, the lower animals. 

In speaking of the phylogenetic origins of this aspect of sexual activity, 
Kinsey explains: 

Most mammals, when sexually aroused, crowd together and nuzzle and explore 
with their noses, mouths, and feet over each other's bodies. They make 
lip-to-lip contacts and tongue-to-tongue contacts, and use their mouths to 
manipulate every part of the companion's body, including the genitalia... 
Indeed, some of the basic capacities... must have originated hundreds of 
millions of years ago among the ancient vertebrate stocks which gave rise to 
the Mammalia. In a biologic sense, a normal or natural sort of behavior, and 
not the intellectually contrived perversion which it has sometimes been 
considered. 

Thus, we may conclude that Tom's childhood observations as he grew up on the 
farm played an important role in forming his later attitudes on sexual 
activity. The germinal seed of oral eroticism was planted and fertilized 
during his pre-pubertal years, a seed which was to sprout and blossom after 
he and his brother left the farm and moved to Kansas City. 

It was during his period of adolescent development that Tom was to give 
expression to the seed of oralism which had been imprinted upon his 
unconscious years before on the farm. 

He revealed that on a number of occasions when he and his brother took their 
dates out in the country, Tom was fellated to orgasm, by his dates. Shortly 
after his first "passive" experience in mouth-genital contact, Tom began 
taking a more active role in oral activities. From then on, Tom began making 
it a regular part of his lovemaking to stimulate his girl friends in that 
manner. 

Regarding the incidence of oral-genital contact during petting and 
lovemaking among the younger generation, Kinsey, in his Sexual Behavior of 
the Human Female, writes: 

... among those females who had had some, even though not extensive coital 
experience, some 20 percent in the younger generations had accepted such 
oral stimulation; and among those who had had more extensive coital 
experience, 46 percent had accepted such contacts. 

In comparing his findings on the incidence of oral contacts with female 
genitalia and the incidence of oral contacts with male genitalia, Kinsey 
reports: 

Oral stimulation of the male genitalia by the female occurs somewhat less 
frequently than oral stimulation of the female genitalia by the male... The 
greater inclination of the human male toward oral activity is duplicated 
among other species of mammals. 

Kinsey's statistics, taken some twenty years ago before the current sexual 
"revolution" began sweeping through our society, may be somewhat 
conservative in regards to the incidence of oral-genital contacts among the 
younger generation of today. It is remarkable to find that Kinsey's studies 
indicate that among the younger and sexually experienced females of that 
time, nearly two-thirds "had made oral contacts with the male genitalia 
before marriage." 

But what about Tom's penchant for analingus? We have little indication that 
his enjoyment of analingus was based on anything but his own free sexuality. 
It does not seem to be the product of some "hidden" or "perverse" 
psychological hangup. Rather, it seems to be an extension of his enjoyment 
of oral-genital contact in general. He was seventeen when he first 
experienced analingus activity in his sexual episodes. In his words, "it was 
just natural to want to lick all over a pretty girl, not just her tits and 
her crotch, but everywhere, even her ass." 

Various researchers in the field of human sexual behavior and response seem 
to be in basic agreement regarding the phenomenon of anal eroticism, summed 
up by Kinsey: 

The erotic sensitivity of the anal area depends in part upon the fact that 
there are abundant end organs of touch throughout the anal surfaces, and in 
part upon the fact that reactions of the muscles (the anal sphincters) which 
normally keep the anus closed may be erotically stimulating... The anus is 
particularly significant in sexual response because the anal and genital 
areas share some muscles in common, and the activity of either area may 
bring the other area into action... In brief, anal contractions, perineal 
responses, genital responses, and nasal and oral responses are so closely 
associated that one may believe that some sort of simple and direct reflex 
arc is involved. 

We will find a summary of the mechanisms which played a part in Tom's 
psychosexual development at the end of this case history. 

* * * 

"Lookin' back on things, there ain't no doubt that the first summer me and 
Frank spent in New York was the best. We were livin' in this flat in Harlem. 
It wasn't much, but we sure had a lot of fun there with some of the most 
luscious broads you can imagine. I never will forget the first night we went 
to the Village. We had been in New York a couple of days, and we were rarin' 
to see the sights and get some snatch. 

Frank pulled the car into a lot near this club we spotted, and started 
gigglin' like a school boy. He couldn't wait to get into action with the 
dames, and he was gigglin' with excitement like a kid goin' to his first 
carnival. We walked towards the club, and when we got to the door, he pulled 
my arm and started playin' big brother. 

"Now, look, little brother," he muttered, "don't let no broad lift all that 
bread off you." 

"Shit, you're the one who's always throwin' your money around!" I replied. 
"I gotta watch you, mutherfucker!" 

When we went inside, this cute little blonde doll with big blue eyes came up 
to us and smiled. Frank and me went speechless for a couple of seconds, 
because all she had on was this tight bikini outfit. Her boobs were so big 
and bouncy I thought they were gonna fall out right in front of my eyes. She 
showed us to a table. 

"What would you gentlemen like?" she smiled, striking this sexy pose. 

"What you got?" Frank looked up and down at her when he spoke. I nearly 
burst out laughin' right there, but bit my tongue. 

"Just about everything, I'm sure," she put her hands on her hips and shifted 
a little, starin' at Moses straight in the eye without a blink. 

"Uh... yeah," he squirmed a bit in his chair. "Well, how about a couple of 
wine coolers for now," he smiled, "and maybe later we'll try something else 
on for size." 

She winked at him, then flashed her eyes at me before she left to get our 
drinks. I turned to Frank with a sigh, and saw he was reachin' down under 
the table to his crotch. I knew he was makin' room for that hard cock of 
his, just like I was doin'. 

"Whew!" he let out his breath, "that's what I call hospitality!" I agreed 
with him, and asked if he thought he could line her up. Actually, I was just 
teasin' him. But, as it turned out, he made a date to pick her up when she 
got off at 2 A.M., and she spent the night with the two of us. What a night! 

When we got to our apartment, she threw her coat on the couch and kicked off 
her heels, and made herself at home, just like she lived there. I couldn't 
take my eyes off that luscious body of hers, and' I kept wonderin' if I was 
gonna get the first whack at that hot little snatch. 

"Your name's Tom, right?" she smiled and ambled into the bedroom. 

"Y-Yeah... right," I stammered. "And you're Candy?" I asked followin' her 
into the bedroom. 

"That's what everybody calls me," she stood in front of the mirror, admirin' 
herself. Man, oh man, she was tearin' me up. She ran her hands over her 
breasts, then asked me to unhook her bra. I stood in back of her and 
trembled as I helped her with her bra. Frank came in, stark naked, his big 
cock stickin' straight out in front of him, black and shiny. When Candy saw 
him standin' there smilin', she gave a little gasp, then knelt down in front 
of him and started lickin' the head of his cock. It jerked up and down right 
in front of her nose, and she had to grab it with her hands to hold it 
still. Frank glanced at me, smiled, then motioned for me to get my clothes 
off. A few moments later, all three of us were layin' on the bed, and Candy 
was in the middle. I was still wonderin' which one of us was goin' to get 
the first fuck, but she took matters in her own hands. 

"Come here, daddy," she moaned and turned towards Frank. "Give mama some of 
those hot lips." 

He pulled her to him tight, and I watched his hands rub up and down her 
white smooth back. 

"Oh, daddy... daddy," she started whinin' and pantin' like a little girl, 
then she swung her leg up over his hip and wriggled her hot cunt towards his 
dick. 

I snuggled towards her and felt my cock throbbin' against her buttocks. Then 
I reached over her hip and glided my hand down between her belly and Frank's 
belly. She moaned and squirmed like a little cat as we pressed up against 
her from both sides. I put my hand down to her snatch and felt Frank's big 
cock already slidin' into that crack of hers. 

"Ohhh... yes... yesssss," Candy moaned, grindin' her hips smoothly after 
Frank slid his whammer all the way into her. 

I was wonderin' if she wanted me to do anything special, but I didn't have 
to wonder very long. Candy spit in the palm of her hand, then reached behind 
her and slicked it all over my cock. I realized then what she was hintin' 
at. She really wanted to get filled by both of us at the same time. The idea 
of it sent me out of my mind with lust. 

I looked down at her rear and started pantin' hard when I saw that luscious 
ass movin' and hunchin', just waitin' for me to shove my dick into it. I 
wanted to get a good look at that rear of hers before I fucked it, so I 
scooted down in the bed and spread her cheeks wide. I saw Frank's sausage 
fuckin' in and out of her pussy like a hot poker in that steamin' cunt of 
hers. Then I saw her asshole, that delicious lookin' pink pucker waitin' 
like a piece of candy to be licked. It quivered every time Frank slammed his 
rod into her cunt. 

"Oh, shit!" I gasped, and shoved my face right into that beautiful white ass 
of hers. I don't know what came over me. I never done that before in my 
life. All I know is I couldn't keep my mouth away from that pink round 
shithole and start lickin' my tongue all around it. 

"Unghhmmmm!" Candy grunted loud when she felt my lips suck down on her 
shitter. Her body started tremblin', and I wanted to make it tremble even 
more. 

I spread those luscious cheeks apart even further, then pushed my tongue as 
hard as I could against that crazy little hole. It spasmed for a few 
seconds, then started givin' way to my stiff tongue. Then suddenly, it 
relaxed and my tongue started snakin' up into that hot rectum. Man, that's 
when Candy really went wild. I had to grab her hips and hold her steady so I 
could keep my tongue inside. Otherwise she probably would have bounced right 
off the bed. I never saw a chick wiggle and squirm and cry out as much as 
she did when I shoved my tongue as far as I could up into that ass of hers. 
And while I gave her ass a good fuckin' with my tongue, I could see her 
pussy, stretched and juicy, as my brother let her have every inch of his 
big, throbbin' plugger. 

"Now let me have it!" she suddenly cried as she reached around and grabbed 
my cock in her hand. I knew she wanted me to slam my meat up that shithole, 
and man, that's just what I did. I pulled my long tongue back out of that 
hot ass, then turned around on the bed and wrapped-my arms around her from 
behind. The head of my cock was oozin' thick beads of cream, and it started 
slidin' into the crack of her buttocks. Candy reached down and guided it 
right, to the center of her convulsin' shithole. 

"Oh... yes... yes... YES!" Candy almost screamed in joy as I started shovin' 
it into her. I was amazed that it slid in so easy, because it felt tight 
around my head, and I was afraid of hurtin' her. But she just gasped, and 
cried, "Go, daddy!" 

"You asked for it, baby!" I gave her fair warning, then threw my hips 
forward and drove my dick all the way up her asshole. She drew a deep breath 
and threw her head back, and I sucked down on her neck, just below her ear. 
I caught Frank's eyes, and we winked at each other as we fucked in and out 
of that hot bitch from both sides, me in her ass, and him in her cunt. She 
was goin' out of her mind with two big cocks fillin' her guts and fuckin' 
her like she'd never been fucked before. 

"Ah... ah... ah!" she kept gaspin' as we held her between us and let her 
have it with both barrels. 

"Like it, don't you, honey!" I grunted at her. "You can really feel, these 
cocks churnin' you up inside, can't you!" 

"Oh... ohhhhhh!" Candy squealed and gasped as we kept her pinned between us 
and thrust our hips back and forth. Every time Frank drove forward and 
forced his dick up into her cunt, I pulled back until only the head of my 
cock was in her ass. Then when he pulled back and drew his dick almost all 
the way out of her cunt, I slammed my hips forward and shoved my club as far 
as I could up inside her asshole. We kept a good rhythm like that goin', 
back and forth, in and out of that beautiful little broad. 

"Soon, Candy started twistin' and cryin' between us like a baby as we 
slammed it to her. "Please don't stop!" she cried, and let out a long gasp. 
"Don't stop now, you motherfuckers!" 

"I ain't gonna stop, you bitch!" Frank yelled at her, as he drove his tongue 
deep into her mouth, and Candy moaned as she sucked on it. 

"I ain't gonna stop, either, you fuckin' wildcat!" I grunted at her from 
behind. I wrapped my arm under her chin and pulled her head back and held 
her. I wasn't hurtin' her or anything like that, but I was feelin' kind of 
rough. She made me feel that way. All kinds of ideas was runnin' through my 
head. I wanted to get rough with her, but not enough to really hurt her. I 
could tell from the expression on my brother's face that he was feelin' the 
same way. And she seemed to be diggin' everything we was doin'. 

We didn't lose a beat as we pushed and pulled, screwin' the hell outa that 
sex-crazy bitch. Her asshole was gettin' hot and juicy from the action of my 
dick inside it. I could feel, it squeezin' and convulsin' around the shaft 
of my cock every time I drove it up into her. Both of us guys was gettin' 
closer and closer to shootin' off, and the tempo of our fuck motions kept 
gettin' faster and faster. I knew it wouldn't be much longer before we 
blasted off together and filled her guts with cream. 

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" Candy was gaspin' for air like she was drownin'. I 
glanced over her shoulder and looked at Frank. He gave me a little nod to 
let me know he was gettin' close, and I nodded back to let him know I was 
gettin' there, too. We started drivin' faster and harder into her guts, and 
that's when she let out this wild series of grunts and started buckin' 
between us. The three of us were gettin' ready to blow at the same time! 

Automatically, I put my hand over her mouth. If she screamed when she 
climaxed, I didn't want her to wake the whole goddam buildin'. It's a good 
thing I did, too, because a second later she stiffened between us and let 
out this loud cry. I clamped my hand over her mouth and started rammin' my 
dick fast and hard in and out of her steamin' asshole. It squeezed in juicy 
spasms around my cock, and I knew she was creamin'. POW! POW! POW! Me and my 
brother let her have it full force as she went into her climax. 

"Oh... baby!" Frank groaned, and I knew he was fillin' her snatch with hot 
come. 

"You said it, man!" I gasped. My cock started shootin' off deep in Candy's 
rectum. 

She tried to scream to the whole goddam neighborhood, but I muffled it with 
my hand over her mouth. She bucked and kicked as we held her between us and 
drove our cocks as deep as we could up into her guts. I'll never forget the 
sensation of that asshole of hers as it tightened around my explodin' cock. 
Man, I shot a cupful of come up that hot ass of hers more than I had ever 
before. 

After a few seconds more of wild gruntin' and fuckin', me, and Frank relaxed 
our grip on her, and just moved gently against her body. Finally, Candy came 
down, nice and slow, and went limp between us. Then she started sobbin' like 
a little girl as we rubbed over her tits and stomach and hips. My dick was 
still throbbin' inside her shitter just like a firebrand. 

After a while, Candy got dressed and Frank drove her back to the Village. I 
laid there on the bed for awhile, wonderin' if I'd ever get the chance to 
give her the full treatment with my mouth and tongue. Not just in her ass, 
but in her juicy cunt, too. I never had put my mouth on a woman's asshole 
before I met Candy, but after doin' it to her, and feelin' the muscles of 
her rectum quiverin' around my tongue, I knew I had to do it again. From 
that moment on, suckin' around on a girl's ass and cunt became standard 
practice for me, and I never found a woman who didn't like what I did. 

The next few days, Frank and me made some attempts to find some kind of 
work. We still had about $450 dollars left, so we weren't worried too much. 
We kept practicin' our horns together, hopin' we might be able to get lined 
up with a combo eventually, but we found out that the competition was stiff 
in New York. We never realized just how hard it was to find work as sidemen, 
I guess. 

We stopped in this coffee shop near Central Park one afternoon, hot and 
tired. Frank was in a grumpy mood, 'cause he'd just had an audition with 
this bandleader, and the guy told him to try again after he learned how to 
get through the changes to 'Body and Soul' and 'All the Way." 

"This cute black chick, real young and fresh lookin', came over and asked us 
what we wanted. We ordered coffee, and I noticed how Frank was watchin' her 
out of the corner of his eyes. 

"You like that?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders, but I had this 
feelin' he was really diggin' her. I could see why, because she was built 
nice and curvy, about five-foot seven, and her lovely little ass bounced 
sexily as she walked around waitin' on tables. But, she didn't look like no 
easy pickup. She looked like a nice clean girl tryin' to make an honest 
livin'. 

About a week later, Frank started datin' Cora. That was her name, Cora. She 
was eighteen, just out of high school, and had a gentle, soft personality, 
sweet as she could be. She wasn't no innocent angel, but she was a decent 
girl. I was surprised to see Frank treatin' her with respect, 'cause most of 
the time he didn't get that way with broads. He usually fucked 'em and went 
on to the next piece of meat but this was different. Not that he didn't try 
to get in her pants, but she played it cool and he didn't force the issue. 
About two months later, they got married. 

The three of us moved into this two-bedroom apartment, and for awhile 
everything went along swell. Frank and me was still practicin', dreamin' of 
landin' a job with a band, and Cora kept her job at the coffee shop. She 
made enough money to pay the rent and keep food in the apartment. She even 
bought a TV, and we used to sit around nights dig-gin' the late movies. Cora 
and Frank always went to their bedroom before I did, since she had to get up 
and go to work early. Lot's of times when I turned off the TV and went to my 
room, I could hear the bed squeakin' from their room, and I'd lay on my bed 
and listen to Cora moan and I'd imagine it was me makin' her moan by fuckin' 
her the asshole with my tongue. 

One night I was layin' on my bed, listein' to them fuckin', and I decided I 
had to get some cunt for myself. I put on my clothes and went to the 
Village. As it turned out, I ran into Candy, and we had a couple of drinks 
together. 

"What you been doin' since I last seen you, Candy?" I asked her, "I was 
hopin' we'd see each other again." 

"Oh, I got a bit part in a play, and went on the road," she said. "I just 
got back a week ago. I'm looking for a steady job again." 

She was sexy as ever, and I asked her if she would like to come up to the 
pad for a drink. 

Sure, I'd love to. By the way, how's that brother of yours getting along?" 
she asked. 

I told her about Cora and him gettin' married. She just sort of smiled, but 
didn't say anything about it. When we got to the apartment, it was almost 3 
A.M., and we tiptoed into my bedroom. She sat down on the edge of my bed and 
I stood in front of her as she unzipped my trousers and pulled my dick out. 
Then her tongue started curlin' around the head, and a moment later she was 
suckin' all the way down over my stiff prick and squeezin' my balls. We 
threw our clothes off fast and got on the bed. 

"Ooooooh... Tom... Tom," she moaned softly as I turned her over on her 
stomach and pressed my face into that beautiful white ass. I couldn't wait 
to shove my tongue right up into that tremblin' pink shithole. When I 
grabbed her fleshy cheeks in my hands and spread them apart, I saw that 
lovely round hole quiverin' and pulsatin' in the dim light. Man, I couldn't 
hold back. I glued my mouth down over that asshole of hers and drove my 
tongue right into it. 

"Woweeee!" Candy moaned, her face buried in a pillow. 

I slipped a hand down between her thighs and ran a finger into her cunt lips 
while I swirled my tongue like a snake inside her rectum. I slid up and down 
along the inside of her cunt lips and then felt her love button, stickin' 
out like a stiff, little prick. I had to get my tongue on that clit of hers, 
so I pulled my tongue out of her ass and turned her over on her back. She 
grabbed my cock and pulled it towards her face, so I eased on top of her in 
a sixty-nine position. 

"Oh, you've got a cock, don't you kid!" she gasped. "Such a big head, so 
shiny and black, like a big snake about to spit at me." Then I felt her lips 
close over the head of my dick. 

With a quick gasp, I pressed my face right down into her hot snatch and 
thrust my hungry tongue between her pussy lips. Her clit felt like a little 
piece of gristle, and I tongued all over it, all up and down along her pussy 
crack. The next thing I felt was my big cock slidin' all the way down into 
her throat, and that tongue of hers swirl-in' around it like crazy. My two 
balls laid like two big juicy oysters right over her nose as she took the 
entire length of my prick into her mouth and throat, and her hands were 
rubbin' all around on my ass. 

She was groanin' and suckin' on my meat, and I was drivin' my tongue deep 
into that juicy cunt of hers. I pulled away from her snatch and grabbed her 
legs and pulled them up towards me, so I could get a bird's eye view of that 
puckered asshole again. When I saw it contractin' in little spasms, I 
lowered my head quickly and rammed my tongue down into it. Candy went crazy. 
She pulled her mouth off my cock, and whispered somethin' to me. I turned 
around and looked down at her. Her lips were all shiny and wet, and she was 
pantin' fast. 

"Sit on my face, baby!" she said. "Sit on my face so I can suck on that 
black ass of yours, like you're doing to me!" 

"I raised up and then lowered my butt right down in her face. When I felt 
her mouth make contact with my asshole, I nearly blew my load. She was 
movin' her tongue all around my shithole, and then I knew what it was like 
to feel a hot mouth there. But, when she started pressin' her tongue up into 
my ass, I thought I'd go through the roof of the buildin'. 

"Sh-sh-shi-i-i-it!" I gasped and trembled as Candy drove that tongue of hers 
like a little prick right up my asshole. She started fuckin' in and out of 
my rectum, and suckin' over my quiverin' shitter with her mouth and lips. It 
was one of the wildest feelin's I ever had, and my cock just bounced up and 
down between her boobs. Then I remembered that ass of hers, and I smacked my 
lips over it again and sank my tongue into it, and tongue-fucked her rectum 
just like she was doin' to mine. 

Damn, I can still taste the flavor of her delicious shithole, just sittin' 
here talkin' about it. Candy had the most delicious tastin' ass of any broad 
I made it with in New York. I wish I could describe the taste of it, but I 
can't. 

Anyway, we were suckin' on each other's rear ends, me on top of her, sittin' 
down on her face. That long tongue of hers was wigglin' all around up inside 
my asshole, and the head of my cock was drippin' thick beads of cream over 
her titties. It was a wonder that I didn't shoot my load all over her boobs 
and stomach, she was drivin' me up the wall. 

Finally, I just couldn't take no more of that tongue up my ass. I was 
gettin' too close to shootin' off, the way the head of my dick was rubbin' 
around between her tits. I pulled my mouth away from her asshole and looked 
down at it, goin' out of my mind tryin' to decide if I wanted to shoot off 
over her tits while she fucked me in the ass with her tongue, or if I wanted 
to ram my cock up that steamin' cunt of hers. I decided to fuck her, since I 
didn't get a chance to do that the first time Frank and me had her. 

"Shit, baby, it's time you got screwed!" I gasped. When I tried to lift up 
off her face, she held me down with her hands and just drove her tongue 
deeper up into my shitter. I was about to explode, and I wanted to rip her 
cunt apart with my cock before she made me shoot off. I reached behind me 
and grabbed her by the hair and shoved her head back as I raised my ass off 
her face. 

"No. Shoot it in my mouth, baby... in my mouth so I can taste that hot 
come," she whined as I turned around on top of her. 

"Fuck no, honey!" I grunted down at her as I grabbed her by the feet and 
forced her legs up over her head. "I'm gonna screw that juicy cunt of yours 
first. Then you can suck me off!" 

"Candy tried to resist when I held her legs up and scooted my cock forward 
towards her cunt. But she didn't struggle after that. I spread her legs in a 
wide angle over her head and centered the tip of my cock just inside her 
cunthole. 

"Here it comes, honey!" I muttered, then I slammed my pelvis forward and 
drove my cock all the way to the bottom of that pussy. 

Candy let out a gasp like all the air had been knocked out of her. I let go 
of her legs and let them fall over my shoulders. Then I started glidin' in 
and out of her snatch and wrapped my arms around her. 

"Oh... mmmmmmm... mmmmmm," she started moanin' nice and soft under me as I 
stretched her fuckhole with my throbbin' prick. I knew she liked what she 
was feelin' way down deep in her guts because of the expression on her face. 

"Yeah, baby," I whispered in her face, "now ain't that good?" 

"Yes... oh, yes, Tom," she sobbed, "big and... hot... oh, Tom, baby... fuck 
me! Fuck me!" 

"I'm gonna blow pretty fast, honey," I moaned as she licked around on my 
face. "All that good tonguin' in my ass: I loved the way your luscious 
tongue felt up inside my asshole," I said. Then I caught her tongue with my 
lips and sucked it into my mouth, and I could, taste some of the flavor of 
my own asshole. 

"Tom... Tom," She started pantin' very fast. She was goin' wild, and I could 
feel her pussy convulsin' around my dick. She was blowin' her wad. She let 
out this long groan and sucked my tongue deep into her throat, and bucked 
her hips up and down like a wildcat. That's all I needed! 

"I'm comin'!" I tried to groan out the words, but she was suckin' hard on my 
tongue. My cock swelled and I thought it was goin' to explode inside her 
cunt like a stick of dynamite. Then I slammed it into her as deep as I could 
and held it there while I unloaded. Goddam, her pussy was squeezin' around 
my jerkin' meat, squeezin' it and milkin' it while it spurted hot come. Man, 
the bottom of that steamin' cunt was boilin' over, and I could feel warm 
pussy cream and cock juice runnin' down my balls and into the crack of my 
ass. 

We held on to each other tight for a few moments, breathin' hard. When it 
was all over, I rolled over on my side with Candy snuggled into my arms like 
a kitten. My cock was still deep in her pussy and we went to sleep like 
that. When I woke up the next mornin', Candy wasn't in bed with me. I got up 
and went into the livin' room, and that's when I found out where she was. 

The door to Frank's bedroom was closed. It struck me kinda strange, because 
it was always open in the mornin's after Cora got up and went to work. I 
tiptoed softly over to it and put my ear on it, and that's when I suspected 
that Candy was makin' out with Frank. At first, I was surprised to think 
that he would take such a chance, but then I figured it was his life, and if 
he got caught by Cora, it was no fault of mine. 

I could hear some soft groanin' noises as I listened at the door, and 
started gettin' hot thinkin' about what was goin' on in that bed. I was 
standin' there with nothin' on, and my dick was stickin' out and touchin' 
against the doorknob. I knelt down and peeked through the keyhole, hopin' I 
would catch some action. And I did. 

Candy was on the bed on her knees and elbows, her ass raised up in the air. 
I was lookin' straight into the crack of that luscious ass, and then I saw 
Frank get behind her and spread those curvy cheeks with his hands and press 
his face right into it. Fuck, I could almost taste her asshole watchin' him 
lick into it like that. My heart was poundin' fast as I listened to Candy 
moan as my brother stuck his tongue up into that shithole of hers. 

For a few moments, he gave her ass a good tongue-fuckin' and I could hardly 
keep myself from shovin' my hard cock through the keyhole. Then Frank came 
away from her rear, and I could see that little puckered hole of hers all 
shiny and wet from his mouth and tongue. 

"Let me suck on that delicious, black meat, daddy!" I heard Candy pant. 

"Frank laid down on the bed on his back with his cock stickin' straight up, 
just waitin' for that hot mouth of hers to go to work on it. Candy stood by 
the edge of the bed and leaned over him, and I watched her shove her mouth 
down over his cock like she wanted to swallow every inch of it. Then she 
shifted her position a little, and her rear end was facin' right toward the 
door. I could see the crack of her ass, pink and hot lookin'. I couldn't 
stand it any more, so I quietly went in. Frank was layin' with his eyes 
closed, and Candy had her back to me as she leaned over and sucked up and 
down on his dick. I stepped up behind her and let my cock rub the crack of 
her ass. She gave a little gasp, then saw it was me, and went back to 
suckin' on Frank. 

I slicked up my throbbin' prick with spit and slid it into the crack of her 
ass. I had this powerful urge to screw the shit outa that rear end, and 
apparently Candy liked the idea. She wiggled her butt when she felt my dick 
slidin' towards her shithole, just like she couldn't wait for me to shove it 
right in. I didn't waste any time about it, either. 

Candy gasped as I pressed the head of my cock into her pulsatin' ass, but 
she didn't let up for a second on what she was doin' to Frank's dick. She 
kept right on blowin' him, and he just laid there with his eyes closed, 
breathin' fast and gaspin'. He was gettin' close. 

And I was gettin' close, too. I grabbed Candy by the hips and pulled her 
back suddenly, drivin' my cock all the way to the hilt into that steamin' 
ass of hers. I started pluggin' in and out of that hole as hard as I could, 
and she just moaned and trembled and kept on suckin' up and down on his 
cock. I could feel the inside of her rectum gettin' hotter by the second 
from the fast, hard screwin' I was givin' it. 

Candy started fingerin' into her pussy lips while I fucked her asshole. I 
reached around her and started squeezin' on both her tits, and a few moments 
later, all hell broke loose and we came. 

She tried to squeal and moan as she sucked up and down on Frank, that big 
cock of his snakin' in and out of her mouth like it was drillin' for oil. I 
felt her ass rim squeezin' and quiverin' around my dick, and I knew she was 
sailin' high. I glanced over at my brother and saw him smilin' at me. He 
gave a little nod, and I knew he was gettin' ready-to blow, just like I was. 

"You got it, honey," he groaned, and his whole body stiffened as he shot off 
in Candy's mouth. 

"Yeah, yeah! Me, too!" I yelled, and started firin' off way up inside 
Candy's guts. I held her hips and drove my big cock like a jackhammer in and 
out of that boilin' asshole, and shot so much come inside her rectum it 
started spurtin' out and runnin' down her legs. My prick throbbed like a hot 
poker way up inside that quiverin' asshole. 

Finally, we came down off the ceilin' and fell on the bed out of breath. 
After that, we had some coffee, but didn't talk much. I could tell Frank was 
worried about Cora. They hadn't been gettin' along too well. Cora had been 
gettin' grouchy and irritable, and the idea of what might happen if she 
found out about him and Candy had me a bit upset. 

"Cora, this is Candy," I told her when she got home from work later on that 
day. "She's gonna be stayin' with me for a few days." 

"The more, the merrier, I suppose!" smiled Cora. I could tell she wasn't 
exactly overjoyed about Candy stayin' with us. 

At first, things went all right. Candy helped out around the house, cleanin' 
up things, and cookin' meals for everybody, while Cora kept workin' at the 
coffee shop. Me and Frank spent two or three hours a day practicin' on our 
horns, still tryin' to find work in a combo, but with no luck. 

In the meantime, we were havin' fun playin' with Candy every day. I didn't 
mind him gettin' into her pants durin' the day, because I had her all to 
myself every night. I never got tired of rammin' my tongue up into that 
delicious asshole of hers, or screwin' hell outa her steamin' pussy. She was 
game for just about anything. There wasn't nothin' she didn't like to do 
with us and some of the things she did sometimes really turned me on. 

Like, for example, one mornin' after Cora went to work, Frank came into my 
bedroom and lifted Candy's legs up, and started shovin' that big stick of 
his right up into her cunt. Candy moaned and purred in her usual wonderful 
way as she pulled on me and motioned for me to sit on her face while Frank 
fucked her. I squatted down over that luscious little redhead and pressed my 
asshole right into her mouth, and right away she slid her tongue like a worm 
right up my rectum. Damn, every time she did that I nearly shot off all over 
her beautiful tits. 

"That's my little baby... suck that asshole, Candy!" I gasped and shivered 
as I sat on top of her face and let her fuck in and out of my rectum with 
her long tongue. 

"Ummmm... ummmmmm," she moaned from below, her head held firmly under my ass 
and between my thighs. Then she did somethin' new to me. It was a wild 
sensation, and I couldn't figure out what she was doin' to make me feel so 
strange inside my asshole. Then I realized what was happenin'. Candy was 
slowly blowin' hot air up into my ass, her mouth cupped over my convulsin' 
hole. It felt almost like I was gettin' an enema, and my guts were fillin' 
up with warm liquid. But, it was just the hot air from her mouth. She kept 
blowin' it up in my ass until I couldn't hold it any more, and I let it out 
with a sudden forceful blast. I thought for a second I was goin' to shit 
right in her mouth, but I didn't. 

Frank laughed when he heard my asshole blow all that hot air back into 
Candy's mouth and face. Then he started fuckin' her cunt in long smooth 
strokes, and I started jackin' off as I sat on Candy's face and let her ram 
that tongue of hers back up into my shitter. Goddam, we were really boilin' 
together, and a few moments later Candy started groanin', then a second 
later she tried to scream in my ass as her cunt sprayed juices all over 
Frank's balls. Everytime he banged his cock up that cunt, those pussy creams 
shot out and spattered all over his stomach and balls, and dripped down his 
thighs. Her hips were bouncin' up and down and her tongue was workin' 
overtime, slidin' in and out of my pulsatin' hole. 

As Candy sailed into her orgasm and went crazy below us, I watched Frank's 
eyes get wide and excited, and I knew he was gettin' ready to blow, just 
like I was. 

"Ohhhhhh... sh sh shit!" he stammered, and started shootin' his load of hot 
come deep inside her pussy. At that moment, Candy thrust her tongue even 
farther up my ass, and my bulgin' cock exploded as I jacked it hard. Come 
shot out of my dick like a machine gun, and I shot all over the front of 
Frank's chest and stomach. What a mess, with all my warm sticky come 
drippin' down his pantin' chest and oozin' into Candy's bellyhole. 

The three of us did all kinds of crazy things together for weeks. Finally, 
Cora had all she could take, and told Candy to get out. But I'll never 
forget those wild suck sessions. 

* * * 

In so far as could be determined from his counseling sessions, there was 
nothing "peculiar" or "traumatic" in Tom's youth or background which 
unconsciously "forced" him into a pattern of sexual oralism. It would seem, 
rather, that his lively interest in oral-genital activity grew quite 
naturally from his experiences and observations. Specifically, we might 
define those elements as: 

1) Growing up in an atmosphere where there was little restraint put upon his 
sexual expression; virtually no kind of repressive conditioning, either from 
his parents, his aunt in Kansas City, and certainly not from his sexually 
precocious brother. 

2) His frequent observations of sexual activity among various animals on and 
around the farm during his pre-pubertal development, activities which made 
it obvious that oral-body contacts were a part of nature, and therefore 
quite "natural." 

3) His close association with his sexually active brother during his 
adolescent stage of development, an association which encouraged his sexual 
involvement with the opposite sex, and which also provided him with ample 
opportunity for experimenting in a free and uninhibited way in various kinds 
of sexual activities, and with a variety of girls. 

We can only see Tom's sexual behavior as the product of a rather free and 
natural upbringing, unhampered by disabling sexual taboos and repressive 
conditioning. 

 CHAPTER THREE: LUNCH, ANYONE? 

I was watching the late movie on television when the doorbell rang. My 
mother, Sophia, was out with one of her many men friends, so she wouldn't be 
back until early morning. I answered the door; it was Tony. Tony was sort of 
a member of my cousin Pete's gang. I was very surprised to see him, because 
Pete had told me that Tony had joined the army. 

"Tony!" I exclaimed. "What gives? I thought you were in the army!" 

"Hi, Maria," Tony smiled. "I'm leaving tomorrow for basic training, and I 
thought... well, I won't see you for awhile." 

"You wanted to say good-bye, huh," I teased him. Tony and I played around a 
lot... you know, in bed. He was one of the cutest guys I knew. 

"Is your mother home?" he asked, peering through the door. 

"Don't worry, she's out for the night," I replied, motioning him inside. 
Tony patted me on the crotch as he walked through the door. I closed the 
door and latched it. Tony pulled me into his arms and ran his hands up and 
down my back. 

"Maria, baby, I was hoping we'd get a chance to play around before I went 
away," he said, "Good thing your mother's out," he whispered into my ear and 
kissed me on the neck. Then he kissed me on the mouth and slipped his tongue 
between my lips. 

"Mmmmm," I moaned as Tony swirled his tongue inside and wiggled a finger 
against my pussy. I had on my nightgown, but Tony had already pulled it up 
and was groping under it with his hand. Automatically, I reached for his 
crotch and felt the big bulge inside his trousers. After that, we didn't do 
much talking. Tony and me never talked much. Mostly, we just had a lot of 
fun together in bed. 

Although I was only fifteen, there wasn't much I didn't know about sex. And 
Tony knew that. He was a couple of years older than me, and he knew how wild 
I could be when I wanted to especially with my mouth. In fact, it was 
because of my cousin Pepe and Tony that I knew how to give a guy lots of 
pleasure with my mouth. 

I used to hope that Tony would someday ask me to marry him, but he never 
did. I couldn't understand it because I was sexy, and just about the most 
beautiful girl in the neighborhood. Something kept him from getting serious 
about me. 

"Tony," I whispered as he untied the knot of my gown and pulled it from me. 
I stood naked in front of him, and let him stare at my body. I knew he 
wanted me bad, just like I wanted him. 

I came close to him and started unbuttoning his shirt. After his shirt was 
off, I reached down and unzipped his pants. He sat down on the edge of the 
couch and took his shoes and socks off, then he quickly slipped out of his 
trousers and underwear. From the stiffness of his cock, there was no doubt 
that he was horny for some action. And he knew I was the girl who could give 
him the kind of action he was after. 

Tony got up and led me confidently into the bedroom. Lowering me to the bed, 
he straddled over me quickly and sat on my stomach. His cock touched one of 
my breasts, and he grasped it and banged it playfully against both of my 
tits. Then he started easing forward until the head of his prick almost 
touched my chin. I darted out my tongue and licked around on the head, 
tasting the drop of clear liquid oozing out of the tiny hole. 

"Oooooh... baby," he said as I lifted my head and sucked the head of his 
dick into my mouth. I could feel it swelling and throbbing inside my mouth, 
and, as usual, I had the urge to suck him off and taste his salty-sweet 
come. I pushed him back and looked up at him. He was breathing fast, and the 
expression in his eyes was hot and lustful. It was always like that with 
Tony, lots of fast action, and not much talking. I liked to tease him by 
licking over my lips with my tongue, and growling at him. That always got 
him hot. And when Tony got hot, he was sexy as hell. 

"Yeah... you know what I like, don't you, baby," Tony panted over me, 
rubbing his hand over my face gently, squeezing my lips and nose with his 
warm fingers. He traced his fingertip around the edge of my mouth, 
teasingly. Gradually, it started slipping between my lips, and I sucked it 
deliciously. "Yeah, baby, you know what I like," he said in a husky whisper, 
thrusting his big finger further into my mouth and moving it all around over 
my tongue. 

Dropping his head, Tony sucked on both of my tits for a few moments. Sliding 
his tongue around over my stomach, he finally brushed over the top of my 
cunt with his warm mouth. Then he rolled over onto the bed along beside me, 
and waited. I raised up on one elbow and looked at him. His dark brown skin 
looked moist and hot, and his cock bounced sexily on his hard flat belly. He 
was waiting for me to give him the special treatment with my mouth. 

"Remember how you did it the last time?" he said hoarsely as he stared up at 
the ceiling. "You know how, baby." 

I remembered only too well what I had done the last time. I remember how I 
drove him out of his mind before he blew his load down my throat. Now he was 
waiting for a repeat performance, and I was hot to give it to him. 

"I won't see you for a long time," he said softly, putting his arm under my 
head and pulling me to him. 

I rested my head on Tony's shoulder and darted my tongue into his ear. At 
the same time, I reached down and squeezed his stiff cock in my hand. He 
sighed and twisted at the sensation of my tongue digging into his ear. I 
could feel his legs trembling against mine on the bed as I blew into his 
ear, and licked all around it. Gradually, I slid my tongue down along his 
neck, all over his shoulder, and down onto his chest. Then I sucked at one 
of his tits. 

Tony didn't have much hair on his chest. Just a little circle of fuzz in the 
middle. When I sucked down on his tits, the nipples stood up stiff, just 
like mine did when he sucked on me. Tony loved the feeling he got when I 
sucked on his tits like that. He never said he liked it, but he didn't have 
to. It was obvious to me from his reactions. In fact, I never met a man who 
didn't like to have his tits sucked. Not one. I think men like it maybe 
better than women do really. Or at least as much. 

"Oooooh... oh, baby," Tony gasped as I nibbled hard on one of his nipples, 
then slid my tongue quickly into his belly hole. He sighed again as I slowly 
licked further down, down over his belly until the tip of his stiff penis 
brushed against my cheek. I reached down between his legs with my hand and 
cupped his balls, then squeezed and rolled them and massaged them. Without 
warning, I sucked the head of Tony's dick into my mouth and all the way down 
over the shaft of his cock until I almost gagged. Tony lurched in the bed 
for an instant, and I thought he was going to shoot off, so I let go of his 
dick. I hated for guys to shoot off fast, before I had a chance to really 
suck on their cocks. My kicks are strange, compared to most women, I guess. 
A lot of my satisfaction conies from giving a man a lot of pleasure with my 
mouth, and if he gets his rocks off too fast, I feel almost cheated. 

Tony let out a long sigh, and closed his eyes. His body started relaxing a 
little, and I ran my hands down his leg, along the inside of his thighs. 
Starting at his navel, Tony had more hair on the bottom half of his body 
than any other guy I knew. Black, curly hair. It was thick and springy 
around his cock, and even on his balls. Down in the crack of his ass, it was 
flat and curly and black, and had a manly smell to it. As the hair drifted 
down his legs, it wasn't as curly. It was silkier, almost furry in places. I 
loved the feel of Tony's hair when I caressed his legs and buttocks. And 
what a beautiful, tight ass he had, too. That's another thing that sometimes 
turned me on. The shape of a guy's ass can really excite me, especially if 
it has some hair on it, like Tony's did. 

"Don't stop, honey," Tony sighed softly as I stroked up and down his legs 
with my hands. I tickled back up towards his balls, and cupped them in my 
hands, squeezing them gently. Then I lowered my head and licked along the 
underside of his throbbing hard on. 

"Mmmmmm... yeah... that's it, honey... mmmmmm," Tony sighed deliciously as I 
flicked my tongue back and forth across the underside of his cockhead. His 
dick jerked and popped up against my nose several times, and I licked my 
tongue around the tip. I was getting hot, too, just from working on that 
throbbing dick of his. 

I continued massaging his big balls in my hand, swirling my tongue all over 
the head of his cock. I placed my lips around the tip and started sucking it 
into my mouth, making sure to keep my tongue swimming all over the swollen 
tip. 

Tony suddenly started gasping, his legs stiffening and his toes curling and 
flexing. His cock was beginning to throb violently in my mouth as I sucked 
down over it. I realized he was going to shoot off any second, and that 
there was nothing I could do to prevent it. I just didn't realize how hot he 
was until that moment. Quickly, I sucked all the way down until the head of 
his dick was pounding at the back of my throat. I swirled my tongue around 
his jerking penis, and then I felt the hot spurts of come hitting the back 
of my throat and oozing down like molasses into my stomach. 

I listened with delight to his cries of intense pleasure as he shot off in 
my mouth and throat with his hot cock cream. Thick globs of come flooded 
warmly over my tongue and slid down my throat. What a load he had! Soon, it 
was over. 

"Oh, baby... you sure know how to do it," Tony groaned as I pulled away from 
his cock. He sighed heavily, and I let him rest awhile. I went into the 
living room and lit a cigarette. 

Then I started feeling alone, all by myself. Depressed. I wanted to make 
love with Tony, and him to make love to me. I knew I had given him pleasure, 
but after it was over, it was just like I was all alone. I felt hurt, and 
completely nowhere. I remember vaguely that I wanted to cry, but stopped 
myself before I let it get out of control. I didn't know what to do. After a 
while, I went back into the bedroom, hoping I could start giving Tony some 
more pleasure, and maybe get some loving from him. But, I found him sitting 
on the edge of the bed, half dressed, tying his shoe laces. 

"Where you going so soon?" I tried to appear casual and cheerful. 

"Gotta get my things packed," Tony said, not looking at me. "Gotta be ready 
to leave early in the morning." 

"Oh. How long you going to be gone?" I asked, sitting next to him. 

"Not sure. Couple months for basic. I'll drop you a line, okay?" he said as 
he got up and put on his shirt. 

A few moments later, Tony was gone. I never saw him again. I thought about 
him for a while, hoping I would hear how much he missed me. He didn't. I was 
just fooling myself. Tony never loved me he just liked the wild things I did 
to him with my mouth. The same reason why Pete liked me. I knew how to suck 
their dicks, and do things with my mouth that no other girls would do for 
them. 

Finally, I got him out of my mind, and started running around with other 
guys. Some were more experienced than Tony had been, but none of them really 
made me feel like I meant much to them. Oh, we had fun, up to a point. They 
took me out to places once in a while, to dances and movies. Mostly, though, 
they just called me up to get in bed with me. What they really wanted me for 
was the special kind of things I could do to them with my mouth. I guess I 
was the only girl they knew who liked to suck cock so much. They liked me 
for that, but they didn't make me feel loved. I kept hoping I would run into 
a guy who would appreciate me for myself as a person. 

So, all through my teenage years, I just string of sex partners, mostly 
young guys around my age from my neighborhood, members of my cousin Pete's 
gang, and once in a while some soldier I met casually on a weekend who 
wanted a girl to make love to. I wasn't a prostitute, like my mother, but I 
began to realize that that's what most of my so-called boyfriends thought of 
me. All those years, up until I was around twenty-three, I gave my 
affections to quite a few guys, and once in awhile my hopes would raise when 
one of them showed me a little more attention than usual. I was always 
dreaming of the day when I would get married to a man who liked me, but I 
was sure fooling myself a lot, I can see that now. 

Like the time I met Rudy. I was working as a waitress for a few months at a 
Mexican restaurant when I was twenty-one. I guess I felt a little happier 
during that period. I was making my own living, and had moved away from my 
mother's apartment into my own place. I felt freer, and more independent, in 
a way. But, I was still the same Maria. I loved sucking cock, and I don't 
think I ever went to bed with a man who objected to it. In fact, most of 
them seemed to enjoy it. 

And Rudy was no exception. The only thing I can say for Rudy which made him 
different from other men is the fact that he seemed to enjoy my company. We 
went to bed lots of times, but he didn't drop me fast like the others 
usually did. We had a lot of good times together, and I figured someday he 
might propose to me. 

Like I said, I met Rudy one night in this restaurant I worked at. He came in 
with a date, a pretty young girl who talked a lot. As I waited on tables, I 
noticed Rudy watching me out of the corner of his eyes. I didn't pay much 
attention at first, but by the time he and his date left, I had a strong 
feeling I was going to see him again. I did. That very night, as I got off 
work, he was out front waiting for me. 

"I know this is strange," he smiled pleasantly, "but I just had to meet you. 
My name is Rudy." 

We went for coffee, and I liked him right from the first. I teased him a 
little about the pretty girl he had dined with, and he just shrugged his 
shoulders. 

"She talks a lot, but that's all, if you know what I mean," he said softly, 
and gave me a warm look. "A guy needs a real woman, not a blabbermouth. 
That's why I wanted to meet you." 

I felt flattered by his remark. Rudy was polite and warm. He also had a way 
of saying things straight out, without beating around the bush. I felt 
secure with him. In fact, he was the first man I ever did feel secure with. 
He was in his thirties, but youthful and handsome looking. He could have 
passed for his middle twenties. I knew he was thirty-five, though, because 
one time when he was asleep in my apartment, I looked at his driver's 
license. 

Rudy came from a poor family, just like I did. His parents fought until they 
were finally divorced, leaving Rudy in the hands of his alcoholic mother. 
Maybe that's why Rudy and I got along as well as we did, because we both had 
similar experiences in our family life when we were kids. Inside, we were 
unhappy, and I guess that was part of our coming together. 

The first time we made it was that night we met after I got off work. After 
we had coffee, we went to my apartment, and I think that was the very first 
time any man ever made real love to me. You know what I mean. Real 
lovemaking was something I had dreamed about having with a man, but it 
wasn't until I met Rudy that I knew what it could be like. 

"Oh, Maria, I knew you were beautiful, but not this beautiful," Rudy said as 
he undressed me next to my bed. "Lie down and let me look at you while I 
take my clothes off," he whispered in my ear, kissing me on the neck. I 
could hardly wait for him to undress, and get into the bed with me. I wanted 
to give him all-the pleasure I could. I watched him, aching to kiss him all 
over, hungry to excite every inch of his body with my mouth and tongue. 

"Hurry... baby, love me," I moaned as he eased over on top of me. 

"You need some good loving, don't you?" Rudy said softly as he laid down 
gently on top of me. I pulled his mouth to mine and sucked his tongue into 
my lips. 

"Mmmm... mmmm," Rudy groaned with pleasure as he moved his tongue 
deliciously around in my mouth. He eased his legs in between mine, and I 
felt his cock press hard against my cunt lips. 

Quickly and smoothly, he lifted my legs up into the air and eased forward a 
little on his knees. The head of his cock pushed into my pussy, and I closed 
my eyes in the bliss and joy of his tender but confident manner. My legs 
came to rest over his shoulders as I felt the forward thrust of his hard 
prick. I could sense the muscles of my pussy stretching around the head of 
his cock as it sank into my cunt, deeper and deeper. 

"Oh, Rudy... yes, please fuck me," I cried, and I could feel the tears 
welling in my eyes. "Love me. I want to be loved," I sobbed beneath him. 
With a forceful movement, he drove his cock all the way into the depths of 
my cunt, and began stroking up and down in beautiful, slow rhythms. God, it 
was almost more than I could bear, the joy of being loved and fucked by 
someone who seemed to really care about my feelings. 

"Maria... on, baby," Rudy breathed into my face as he worked his hips up and 
down over my pussy, driving his cock in and out in long slow movements. I 
trembled in hot passion as my pussy squeezed and gripped his thrusting dick. 
I didn't want it to stop. My whole body was burning with the desire to keep 
Rudy's love and passion inside me forever. 

"Oh, Rudy, Rudy!" He kept his hips moving up and down. It seemed to me that 
the head of his cock was getting bigger and hotter with every thrust along 
the walls of my cunt. Rudy's tempo picked up little by little, and I felt as 
though I was flying in a dream world of sensual delight. 

"Wow, you sure know how to make love," Rudy whispered into my ear, kissing 
my neck. His tongue slithered all around my neck and ear while he kept 
fucking that wonderful hot cock in and out of my convulsing cunt. Rudy's 
chest was rubbing warmly and excitedly over my breasts, his skin hot and 
moist. Then I felt something boiling up deep inside of me. God, I was going 
to explode. 

"Rudy! Rudy!" I cried loudly, digging my fingers into his back, pulling him 
to me as close as I could. My insides were on fire. I looked up into Rudy's 
face. He was staring down at me, his mouth slightly open, his tongue licking 
over his bottom lip; then he quickened his movements. 

"Oh, baby! he gasped, his body stiff and trembling. In his-eyes was a look 
of intense emotion, and I knew he was getting ready to shoot off inside me. 
I felt his cock spasm as he hugged me tightly in his arms. 

"God! Ohhh!" I cried, my cunt pushing at his throbbing cock, milking and 
squeezing it as it shot off inside me. For a moment, my vagina was my mouth, 
and I imagined that I was sucking on that wonderful dick and drinking Rudy's 
hot come right down. I never felt so satisfied before in my whole life as I 
did at that moment. 

Slowly, Rudy's body began to relax, and he pressed his lips to mine. His 
tongue slipped into my mouth, and I sucked on it, groaning in great pleasure 
as my own cunt vibrated in tiny convulsions around his dick. We didn't speak 
for a long time, we just laid on the bed in each other's arms, caressing 
each other, loving each other. Rudy gave me the kind of love I had been 
craving for but had never received until I met him. 

* * * 

In this case history, we find an almost paradoxical situation. On the one 
hand, we have a young woman named Maria, attractive, sexually precocious, 
compulsive in her desire to please her male companions in the hope that in 
so doing she would attract a husband and achieve happiness and security in 
marriage. On the other hand, it becomes apparent that her aggressive 
compulsion to please her partners may have been the very factor in her 
personality which prevented her from achieving her goal of marriage. For, as 
B. Goldstein points out in his review, Low Income Youth in Urban Areas: 

Whyte's well-known study of Cornerville painted the by-now familiar picture 
of lower-class boys' classifying girls into "virgins," whom one might 
ultimately marry, and "lays," whom one would rather not. 

It is not difficult to understand that, through her desire for acceptance 
and her sexual temperament, Maria's longing for a stable relationship 
unwittingly placed herself in the latter category of "lays." Although, even 
in respect to her frequent sexual activity, there did exist the possibility 
that she might "capture" a husband, for among lower-class youths involved in 
gang-oriented life-styles, a high percentage end up married via the route of 
premarital pregnancies. As August B. Hollingshead points out in a study in 
1961, in 83 percent of marriages of lowerclass youth in one area, premarital 
pregnancy was suspected. 

A brief examination of Maria's background will reveal several aspects of her 
sociosexual development which may help in focusing on her adolescent and 
young adult sexual behavior patterns. 

Maria's parents probably did not provide any kind of happy or tolerable 
environment for her as a small child. Her father was a drunkard, 
irresponsible both as a husband to the mother, Sophia, and as a father to 
the child. When Maria was four, he abandoned them both. Maria's mother, 
attractive but uneducated and emotionally unstable, fell into prostitution 
as her means of survival. She was barely able to care for herself, much less 
for her small daughter. 

An aunt, uncle, and their five children lived close by. There were two 
daughters, both slightly older than Maria, and three sons. Two of the sons 
were younger than Maria. Pete, the oldest boy, was three years older than 
Maria, a very strong-willed boy who plagued his parents with open defiance, 
took little interest in his school work, and caroused around with a gang of 
adolescent roughnecks. 

Interestingly, Maria developed a fondness for Pete, and as she grew up, Pete 
played a big part in exposing her to the sordid elements of their 
environment. By the time Maria was twelve years old, she was joining in some 
of the activities of Pete's gang instead of going to school. 

Maria revealed later in her counseling sessions that it was Pete who had 
shown her much about sex, including the oral gratification of men. As time 
went by, she was led into sexual activity with members of Pete's gang, 
learning to please them and win their approval by performing fellatio. 
Mistaking their use of her for their acceptance and respect, Maria was 
conditioned to believe that the best way to maintain relations with males 
was to please them sexually, especially through fellatio. 

Bernard Goldstein states that there is not enough detailed information and 
statistics available on the sexual patterns of lower-income youths to allow 
for a valid examination and understanding of those patterns. He says: 

... we know little of a reliable nature about their time schedules how much 
time is spent in family enterprises or surroundings, how much in peer 
activities, how much in heterosexual or homosexual relations (and how much 
of those are "sexual" in which kinds of ways); and we know even less about 
the significance of such time allocations in the psychic economics of these 
youth. 

Still, there have been some studies, however sketchy and incomplete, from 
which certain impressions might be gleaned. For example, a questionnaire 
study conducted by F. Ivan Nye of 1500 adolescents in Michigan public 
schools, indicated that the lower-class students were more poorly adjusted 
to their parents than high-status students. This impression certainly may 
fit into our analysis of this case history. 

In connection with lower-class gangs, Ernest A. Smith reports in American 
Youth Culture that the adolescent "clique" of the middle-class and the 
"gang" of the lower-class are parallel socializing and controlling 
structures, and that the "gang" is characterized by greater control over its 
members, greater alienation from family life and family guidance, and a 
greater tendency toward violence, exploitation and other forms of deviance. 
There are examples of various peer-group pressure methods which one may read 
about not only in studies and reports and research papers, but also in 
sources as the daily newspapers. 

It is well-known that youth gangs from poor neighborhoods and backgrounds 
frequently require that their members, especially newer members, perform 
various feats of anti-establishment daring as proof of their loyalty, 
independence from the family matrix and manhood. If there are girls 
associated with the gang which is found in many cases they may be required 
to submit to the sexual requirements of the males. 

In Maria's case, she was required by her cousin to prove her value by 
performing fellatio on him and the other "upper echelon" members of his 
gang. In this way, she was able to obtain a degree of acceptance and 
approval among them, which in turn fed her with a false sense of security in 
her association. Therefore, she entered this important period of her growing 
sexual awareness believing that a girl could attach herself to the 
protection, security and approval of a male by pleasing him sexually, 
especially through oral activities such as fellatio. 

Many authors, such as Goldstein, F. Ivan Nye, and Ernest A. Smith who have 
studied the behavior patterns of lower-income youth, seem to agree in 
principle that the basic problems of sexual adjustment among such groups 
stem from several fundamental environmental factors: 

1) Religious training which tries to teach that sex is acceptable only in 
the form of regular coital intercourse; a taboo subject; for adults only; 
immoral outside the bonds of marriage; for procreation only; and the often 
observable contradictions between religious doctrine and adult behavior. 

2) Educational influences by way of restricted sex education; abundance of 
erroneous ideas passed around among peers; repressive conditioning in the 
form of punishment of children who are caught in various forms of sex play 
activities during the several stages of their psychosexual development. 

3) Economic and social influences in the form of cultural deprivation; 
greater proximity to sordid activities in the locale such as crime, 
prostitution, gang elements; the necessity of living in crowded conditions 
and the lack of privacy within the home; fewer opportunities for 
self-actualization; tendency towards the transference of erroneous sexual 
concepts from generation to generation; unsatisfied needs for... recognition 
generally. 

Maria came from a background which presented many obstructions to her normal 
psychosexual development. The most obvious effect of her misguided views in 
regards to her adult heterosexual relations was that she unwittingly 
deprived her male companions of one important essential as an adult: their 
role as sexually dominant males. She was much too assertive in her drive to 
satisfy her partners. Had Maria been more passive in her sexual expressions, 
as is typical of girls within the lower-income levels of our culture who do 
not fall into disreputable patterns of behavior, she probably would have 
been successful in her search for genuine love, compassion, and 
understanding. 

As it was, she took the lead away from her lovers as she grew older, 
preventing them from feeling comfortable with her. A feeling of sexual 
dominance and initiative is vital to males of the low-income and 
undereducated groups, for it is often the one area of their existence in 
which they may play the assertive role without fear of social disapproval. 
On the surface, at least, it is generally considered normal for the male to 
be sexually dominant, with the female more passive. 

In her overwhelming need for acceptance and approval and in her overt 
anxiousness to please them with her sexual expertise and win that acceptance 
and approval, Maria deprived her male companions of the sexual initiative, 
the symbol of their manhood. Thus, she made it very difficult for them to 
think of her as a possible wife. She posed too great a threat to their sense 
of masculinity. 

* * * 

Rudy dated me for almost six months, which seemed like a dream come true. I 
tried not to show it, but I was in love with him, and I was building a dream 
of being his wife, having his children, and knowing what it's like to have a 
husband and a family of my very own. 

The more we dated, the more I tried to please him in all kinds of ways when 
we made love, because I just wanted to show him that he wouldn't have to 
worry about getting bored with me. For example, the second time we went to 
bed together, I licked all over his chest, his little brown tits, and down 
around his cock. But, I didn't suck on him, because he got so hot he held me 
down on the bed and really gave me a good hard fucking. I didn't reach a 
climax, because I was thinking about how much I wanted to suck on his cock, 
and taste all the flavors of his dark brown skin and black hair. 

The third time we made love, I secretly made up my mind I was going to give 
him a blow job, no matter what, even if I had to wrestle with him and insist 
on doing it. I knew he would love it once he felt my mouth sucking up and 
down on that beautiful dick of his. 

"Here, honey," I said, handing him a beer as he laid on the bed. Then I 
crawled onto the bottom of the bed, near his feet, and started rubbing my 
hands up his ankles and legs. "Just close your eyes and pretend you're 
having a dream," I said. He did what I asked, and I really got hot thinking 
about what I was going to do to him. I looked hungrily at his body stretched 
out before me, the strong legs, dark and hairy, his smooth, flat stomach, 
his well developed chest and shoulders, his strong hands resting behind his 
head against the headboard. My eyes wandered back down to his crotch, to the 
beautiful cock resting half-hard over his flat belly, his balls hanging 
loosely down between his legs, the dark line of curly black hair running 
into the crack of his ass. And it was all mine. I was going to have this all 
to myself. I could hardly believe it. I was awed by the sight of his body. I 
don't know why, but to me, he was everything I wanted in a man. All I wanted 
to do was prove to Rudy that I could be everything he would want in a woman. 

As I started licking up along Rudy's legs, from his ankles to his knees, I 
could feel his toes quiver and flinch against my breasts. Every few moments, 
he would make a little sound of pleasure as I licked further and further 
along the inside of his thighs, getting closer to his balls. Finally, I 
stuck my tongue out and tickled his testicles. Rudy moaned. I was panting 
just from the idea of how much pleasure I was giving him. But, I was 
thinking of one main thing: I wanted to work slowly up to the point where 
Rudy would know what it felt like when I finally pushed my warm mouth over 
the entire length of his stiff cock. 

"Hmmmmm... Maria... baby," Rudy whispered, as he felt my tongue lick all 
over his sac. He really let out a sigh when I opened my mouth wide and 
sucked his balls in. God, he tasted even better than I had imagined. The 
odors of his balls and ass sifted around my nose deliciously, and I was 
filled with a desire to suck every inch of his skin, to taste every part of 
his sexy body. I let his balls slide like big oysters, wet and slippery, out 
of my mouth; then I squeezed and massaged them in my fingers. 

Rudy began to wiggle with pleasure as I used every ounce of my imagination 
to show him how much pleasure I could give him. I felt my pussy and realized 
that I was oozing warm cunt creams. I slid a finger into it and rubbed it 
all around. 

Then I thought of the idea of transferring some of my own cunt juices to 
Rudy's asshole. I don't know what made me think of doing it the idea just 
popped into my mind. I pushed his legs apart in a wider angle. Suddenly, I 
was filled with an urge to see his asshole, and to watch my finger slide 
over it and press around on it and into it. 

I gave his balls another suck job with my mouth, then slowly started to 
slide my tongue downward, down into the crack of his ass. Rudy trembled all 
over when he felt that. I knew he was liking what I was doing, and I knew he 
would like it even more when my tongue reached his asshole. I couldn't stop 
myself. I needed to make love to every part of his body. I could feel my 
heart pounding with excitement as I got nearer to that fuzzy hole below his 
balls. Rudy seemed to sense what I was after, for he pulled his legs up a 
little so I could lick further down into his crack. When he did that, I 
grabbed his legs and pulled them up even higher, and looked straight into 
the crack of his ass. 

"Oh, Rudy!" I nearly fainted when I saw the little dark opening twitching in 
little spasms as though it were begging me to taste it. Without hesitation, 
I held Rudy's legs firmly in a wide angle, then squeezed my face into his 
buttocks. My tongue darted out and tickled against the hot little rim, then 
I sucked my mouth hard over the hole, and pressed the tip of my tongue 
forcefully to its center. 

"Uh... uh... uuugghh!" Rudy whimpered as I vibrated my tongue rapidly into 
the opening of his ass like a snake crawling into a hole. His legs kicked in 
the air as my tongue sank deeper and deeper inside him. I was crazy, digging 
into his anus with my hungry tongue, searching for the wonderful flavors 
which I could smell with my nose. 

I groaned as I forced my tongue deeper into Rudy's ass. Suddenly, Rudy 
reached down and grabbing my hair, he pulled me away from his ass. He held 
my head in his strong hands and glared into my face, his breath steaming 
against my cheeks. Then he forced his mouth over mine and pinned me down on 
the bed beneath him. He was wild with passion. 

I felt his hands reach under my legs and pull them up. Quickly, the tip of 
his cock slid into my cunt lips, and before I knew it, he was fucking me 
fast and hard, viciously, grunting and gasping like a crazed animal. Again, 
I was on fire deep inside as Rudy slammed his cock in and out of my drooling 
pussy. 

"Oh, my darling... I love you!" I cried out breathlessly as we fucked like 
wildcats on the bed. Suddenly, Rudy pulled his cock out of my hot cunt and 
whirled around over me. I felt his tongue slide down over my stomach and 
into my cunt lips. I cried in ecstasy as he started driving his tongue along 
the crack of my pussy, running in circles around my clit, then sliding down 
to the entrance of my cunt, tickling around all over. 

Rudy's balls swung and dangled against my nose. I opened my mouth and they 
fell inside. I sucked on them and swirled my tongue all around them. Then, I 
pushed his hips up, because I wanted his cock. His balls slid out of my 
mouth, and quickly I took his cock in my hand, guiding it to my lips. The 
head was slick with cunt juice as it slid into my hungry mouth and down into 
my throat. My arms reached up and around Rudy's hips and pulled down, 
forcing the head of his cock even deeper into the back of my throat. I could 
feel his tongue beating and fucking its way into my vagina, deeper and 
faster. 

Rudy slobbered into my cunt, sucking and fucking it with his tongue. I 
wanted to scream, but Rudy's cock filled my mouth. I felt it throbbing as he 
fucked his pelvis up and down, driving his cock in and out of my throat. 
God, it was good. It was everything. And I was coming. 

I tried to groan as I heaved my cunt up and down, going into an exploding 
orgasm. Then I felt Rudy's cock jerking viciously in my throat and mouth. He 
was getting ready to shoot. I gulped quickly, causing my throat to squeeze 
and tighten around the head of his cock. Then I felt the quick jerks of his 
cock as he shot hot globs of come rapidly against the back of my mouth. He 
grunted and trembled as he came, digging his tongue frantically into my cunt 
as I spasmed with him. We fell against each other on the bed and I guess we 
almost passed out. 

"A little later, I felt Rudy's hand rubbing over my stomach, tenderly. Then 
he spoke. 

"Maria, my darling," he said softly, "Are you awake?" He raised up on his 
elbow and saw that my eyes were open. "I'm leaving town for a while," he 
said. I felt something pull inside my stomach. I wanted to close my eyes and 
pretend I was dreaming. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It won't be long. I have 
to go away on business." 

"'How long?" I asked in a mechanical tone. I wanted to cry, but I knew that 
wouldn't do any good. I began to feel alone, like I used to. 

"I'm not sure," he replied. "I'll write to you, and let you know." He 
slapped me playfully on the leg, then got up from the bed. I watched him as 
he walked into the kitchen. After a moment, he returned to the bedroom, and 
sat down on the bed next to me. 

"How long is it before you leave?" I asked, fearing he would tell me that it 
would be tomorrow. 

"Oh, in about a week," he said, laying down on the bed, sipping his beer. 

"Oh, Rudy!" I exclaimed. "At least, we have some time together before you 
leave!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. "You scared me, 
silly!" I said. "I thought you were going to leave me right away. I love you 
so much, I'm afraid of losing you!" 

Rudy pulled me tighter and hugged me. I tried not to think about his 
leaving. 

"See you tomorrow night, and we'll make some wild love together," Rudy said 
in a low, sexy voice as he tickled my ear with his tongue. 

"Oh, yes," I said, squeezing his soft dick in my hand. A bead of come 
bubbled out of the little hole on the tip; I leaned down and licked it off. 

"You sure know how to make love with your mouth, sexy," Rudy said. "I guess 
you had a lot of experience before we met, huh?" 

I was surprised at his remark. I didn't know how to answer, or if I should 
answer at all. I felt an uneasiness creep into me. I think Rudy felt a 
little ashamed of his remark. He didn't say anything after that for a while. 
I fell asleep while we were watching a late movie on TV, and when I woke up 
it was dawn. Rudy was gone. I found a note he left me on the kitchen table. 
I read it, then sat down at the table and cried my heart out. 

The note explained how Rudy actually had to return home to his wife and 
children, and that as much as he enjoyed being with me, he wouldn't be able 
to see me any more, at least not for a few months. He signed it, "Love 
always, Rudy." 

I was twenty-one when I fell in love and lost it with Rudy. For the next two 
years, I dated lots of guys, most of them guys who knew me from before, or 
guys who had learned of my sexual talents from their friends. Then, when I 
was twenty-three, I met a young man named Eddie. He was a mechanic, and I 
met him one day when I took my car to be checked. I was having engine 
trouble, and Eddie was the guy who worked on it for me. 

"All fixed up and ready to go," he smiled as he got out of the car and held 
the door open for me. I stepped in and Eddie closed the door, then smiled 
through the window at me. "Your carburetor was all gummed up with a bunch of 
crud, but it should work fine now," he said cheerfully. 

"Thanks," I replied, "I sure appreciate the fast work. You must know a lot 
about cars," I smiled as I started the engine. 

"I sure do," he replied. "I know a pretty girl when I see one, too!" 

That night, we made a date. Eddie was a year younger than I was. He came 
from a poor background like I did. We talked about that a little. Eddie had 
blonde hair, sort of wavy, and fair skin. Next to me, he looked very pale. 
His blue eyes sparkled when he smiled. To me, he looked innocent. I found 
out he wasn't so innocent, however. Not any more than I was. Looks are 
deceptive. 

Eddie came inside my apartment after we went to a movie, and sat down on the 
edge of the bed while I stood in front of him so he could unzip my dress in 
the back. It was hot and I wanted to change into something cooler. I felt 
his hands slide inside my bra and suddenly squeeze my tits. Then he pulled 
me backwards and I fell on the bed with him. Laughing and trying to get out 
of his embrace playfully, I goosed him in the ass, and he tensed. Laughing, 
I jumped up from the bed. 

"Oh, I see what kind of a little tiger you are!" he scowled at me playfully. 
Then he started taking his clothes off. I watched him undress, and he 
watched me undress. We got quiet, all of a sudden, not too playful. He rose 
from the bed and came to where I was standing by the closet and took me in 
his arms. I don't know why, but I started crying. Eddie held me tightly in 
his arms and said soft, sweet things to me, as if he understood how much 
suffering I had been through. I could tell then that he had known quite a 
lot of suffering, too. 

Eddie lifted me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed. After he put 
me down gently, he sat next to me and stroked his hands over my breasts, 
legs and stomach. I felt his fingers probe and wiggle around my cunt lips. 
Then Eddie lowered his head and placed his mouth over my pussy, his tongue 
darting out and into the crack of my cunt. 

That felt wonderful! Running my fingers through his blonde hair, he dug his 
tongue around inside my pussy lips. I stroked along his back, felt the 
smooth hairless ass, muscular and warm. I pulled him gently onto the bed 
with me. Eddie stretched out beside me, while never once taking his tongue 
from my pussy. His cock swung out and bounced right into my mouth. It was 
big and fleshy and moist. And I sucked its head into my mouth, swirling my 
tongue around the long shaft. 

Eddie rolled over on top of me, still holding me to him tightly in his arms. 
Then he started fucking up and down with his hips, pumping his cock in and 
out of my throat deliciously. His two balls dangled in long loose bags of 
skin and swung against my nose and cheeks as he fucked my mouth. My fingers 
roamed his buttocks, and I started tickling gently into the crack of his 
ass, right toward the asshole. 

When I did that, Eddie went wild. He squatted over my head and lowered his 
ass right down into my face. Pink and moist, the opening smothered my mouth 
with pungent, exciting odors and flavors! Up darted my tongue like a slimy 
little prick. The muscles around his asshole relaxed, and my tongue started 
pushing inside. I wiggled it and listened to Eddie, gasp and groan. Then I 
felt my legs being pulled up and back, and the next thing, Eddie's mouth was 
attached like a suction pump over my asshole. I shivered all over when I 
felt his stiff, wet tongue push up into my hole. Together, we tongue-fucked 
each other passionately, grunting and slobbering like pigs. I never knew 
until then just how wonderful it felt to have a tongue in my ass. And 
believe me, Eddie knew better than I did how to use that tongue of his. 
Deeper and deeper he drove that blissful organ into my rectum, sucking and 
groaning and vibrating his tongue like a long slimy finger way up inside me. 

Eddie turned me on sexually faster than almost anyone else I had ever known. 
Except maybe Rudy. But, I had gotten over Rudy. I was with this new bundle 
of excitement and sexual passion, and it was almost more than I could 
handle. 

He grabbed me and turned me over on my stomach. I thought he wanted to fuck 
me in the ass. I had never done it before and I tried to resist him. 

"Easy, honey... take it easy," Eddie said, pinning one of my arms behind my 
back and holding me down. "I know how to do this, Maria," he said softly in 
my ear. "Trust me, Maria, will you?" He let go of my arm and kissed me on 
the neck tenderly. 

"You got any Vaseline, or anything like that?" he asked me. I told him it 
was in the bathroom. He got the small jar, and put a big glob of the jell on 
the end of his fingers. Then he pressed it into the crack of my ass and into 
my anus tenderly. Slowly, Eddie eased a finger into my asshole, and shoved 
it steadily into me. 

"Oooohh," I moaned. 

"Does it hurt?" he whispered. 

"No, it feels... strange," I moaned. 

"Eddie placed the tip of his big cock against the entrance of my asshole, 
and pushed forward gently. Very gradually, I began to relax, and Eddie's 
cock started sliding easily into my asshole, filling me, warming me, driving 
me toward an exploding orgasm. For a few minutes, Eddie fucked me in the 
asshole, and fingered my cunt at the same time. 

I twisted in his arms as he fucked into both of my holes with his cock and 
his fingers. "I'm going to come... oh, darling, here I... here I come!" I 
cried loudly, panting and bucking in his arms. 

"Me, too!" Eddie gasped. "I'm coming!" And he slammed his cock fast and hard 
and deep into my sputtering rectum. God, I had one of the most intense 
orgasms I ever experienced in my life. I thought I would never calm down. 

Eddie and I dated for about six months. I didn't expect to ever hear him 
say, "Maria, will you marry me?" however. I had conditioned myself against 
that. I was just happy to find a guy to make love with like Eddie. 

Everything went along pretty smoothly up until that horrible day I 
discovered I was pregnant. It had to be Eddie's kid, because he was the only 
guy I had been seeing since I met him. I became depressed. Eddie started 
getting irritable probably, because of the way I was acting. Finally, we had 
a bad argument and Eddie left me. 

After he was gone, I could only think of one way to end my misery, and that 
was to take my own life. I took a bunch of sleeping pills, and when I opened 
my eyes, I saw a nurse looking down at me. I lost the baby, but thanks to my 
sessions with a psychiatrist, I started to pull out of my depression. I've 
got a long way to go, but I have faith that I can find some better way to 
search for love. Maybe I'll even find the husband I've been seeking these 
years. 

* * * 

In this case we see how the following sociological factors helped to "fix" 
the case subject's urges to perform fellatio upon her male companions: 

First, from birth to age of four, a most important period of her 
psychosexual development, Maria was victim of a discouraging family 
environment, an environment in which her father and mother frequently 
quarreled, and in which she received little affection and love. This was the 
foundation for her overwhelming insecurities regarding her relations with 
men, and her attitudes toward love and sex. 

Secondly, at age five, Maria fell under the influence and domination of her 
older cousin, who taught her how to please a man by performing fellatio. 
Gradually, she strayed from the authority of the family structure to the 
authority of the gang in which the cousin was one of the leaders. Within 
that controlling group, Maria fell into the habit of pleasing a number of 
males by performing fellatio upon them in the mistaken belief that in this 
way she would attract a potential husband and gain the security for which 
she desperately longed. 

Finally, during adolescent and teen years, Maria's sexual behavior and her 
urge to please her male partners became overly aggressive to the point it 
represented a threat to their self-images as masculine and dominating. The 
harder she tried to satisfy them with her sexual oral ism the less 
successful she was in maintaining her relations with them. 

 CHAPTER FOUR: BABY-SITTING BABY 

Looking back on things, the way it was in the past, I can get a pretty good 
idea of why things worked out the way they did. For example, it seems to me 
that I started really getting hung up in all my weird activities when I was 
around fourteen. At that time, my mother was fighting with her third 
husband. They used to go at it like cats and dogs at home, drinking and 
arguing about this and that, and it got so bad I just couldn't stand to be 
at home. I started baby-sitting at nights, just so I'd have some place to go 
to get away from all the noise and problems at home. The first person I 
worked for as a baby-sitter was a divorced woman, Mrs. J . I called her by 
her first name, Kate, because as it worked out, I sort of moved into her 
home one summer, and kept the house and took care of her two little boys, 
Greg and Bobby. 

Kate worked long hours at a hospital as one of the head nurses. She was an 
attractive woman in her early thirties, and in a way, I almost looked up to, 
her as a mother. In the beginning, anyway. Toward the end of the summer, 
however, things changed. 

Like I said, I was about fourteen when I started working for Kate. And I 
enjoyed taking care of her two little boys. Greg was seven years old, and 
Bobby was five. I guess I liked the little boys so much because I had never 
any little brothers in my home. I had two sisters, but they were much older 
than me, and I hardly knew them. 

Kate wasn't poor, like my family was, but she didn't have it easy, either. 
She had to work pretty hard to keep things going. She made enough to pay the 
rent, buy food for the four of us, and put a little aside in a savings 
account. I didn't want much money, anyway. I was just happy to get away from 
my mother and stepfather, at least for the summer. 

One night, while Kate was at work, and I was watching television, I heard 
the two boys giggling in their bedroom. They were supposed to be asleep, so 
I tiptoed to their room to see what was keeping them up. I pushed the door 
open very gently, and that's when I got my first lesson in sex, I guess. 

Greg was naked on the bed, showing his organ to his little brother. I could 
see that he had an erection, which surprised me, because I didn't know that 
little boys could get erections. I remember getting flustered and excited as 
I watched them, but I didn't say anything. I was embarrassed. But I was also 
fascinated, so I watched and listened to them. 

"See what a big one I've got?" Greg said to his little brother, Bobby. 
"Mine's bigger than yours." 

"No it's not!" said Bobby. "Mine's just as big!" 

"Oh, yeah? Well, prove, it. Take your pajamas off and we'll see who's got 
the biggest peter!" 

Bobby stood up in the bed and took his pajamas off. I saw that his penis was 
sticking out in front of him, erect, just like Greg's was. 

"See!" said Bobby. 

"Mine's longer than yours, stupid!" cried Greg, standing up on the bed in 
front of his brother. Bobby reached out and grasped Greg's erection, and the 
two boys laughed. "You want to suck on it again, like you did last night?" 
asked Greg. 

"Okay," Bobby said, "but you have to suck on mine, too." 

"Okay," Greg agreed. 

"Bobby squatted down on the bed in front of Greg and sucked his brother's 
erection into his mouth. Greg giggled. After a few moments, Bobby pulled 
back and said, "Now it's your turn." He stood up and Greg squatted in front 
of him and put his mouth over his little brother's organ. 

Watching this activity made my heart race. I had mixed emotions about what I 
observed. I didn't know whether to go in and put a stop to their naughty 
activities, or forget it. I also remember feeling sexually aroused while 
watching the two little boys play with each other like that. In fact, I got 
so aroused, I found myself rubbing my cunt. I guess that was the time I 
started masturbating. Consciously, anyway. I got very excited, watching the 
two naked boys sucking on each other. But then, Greg glanced toward the door 
and whispered something to Bobby. Immediately, the two boys jumped under the 
covers and lay very still, I knew they'd seen me. I closed the door, and 
trembling, went back to the living room. 

When Kate got home later that night, I was still awake, trying to decide if 
I should tell her what I had seen. 

She could sense something was on my mind. "Something's troubling you," she 
said. "What is it? Did the boy's give you a rough time, today?" 

"No. But... I saw them playing around together in their bedroom. They were 
doing things to each other." 

Kate didn't say anything as we got into bed. I slept in one bed with her, 
since there weren't any other beds in the house. Then, turning the light out 
which was next to the bed, she said, "Go ahead. Tell me what you saw. It's 
okay." 

"Well... they were playing with each other. You know... playing with 
themselves down here." I pointed to my snatch. 

"Rose, all little boys play around with each other. It's natural," she said. 
"Even little girls play with each other, sometimes." She explained a few 
things about what goes on between children while they are growing up. 

"Then there's nothing wrong with that kind of thing?" I asked. 

"Of course not, darling. Sex is part of life, and you should never feel bad 
about things like that." She put her arm under my head and pulled me to her. 
Automatically, I laid my arm across her stomach and snuggled closer to her. 
I felt warm and safe in her arms, and listened to her talk in her soft voice 
about the things children do while they are growing up. Gradually, I found 
my hand beginning to caress her stomach. Little by little, as if in a dream, 
I groped downward until my fingers were playing in the nest of crisp hair 
over her cunt lips. 

"That feels good, darling," she said. "Do you like playing like this with 
me?" 

"Yes," I answered. My whole mind was yearning to explore her, to feel every 
inch of her warm body. Suddenly, I was crying softly in her arms, trembling 
and shaking. 

"Darling, don't cry. There's nothing to be afraid of." Kate soothed me with 
her voice and her hands. "I like it when you touch me down there. It feels 
good. Let's take off our panties, and get naked, just like Greg and Bobby 
did," she said. 

After we took off our undies, Kate showed me all kinds of things. It was the 
first time I had ever known any kind of real affection and love from a 
woman, and I guess I was hungry for it. In a way, Kate will always be the 
most important person in my life, for the love and pleasure she gave me. 

"You have such a lovely pair of tits on you, Rose," she said, cupping her 
hands over my breasts and squeezing them gently. Then she sucked one of my 
breasts into her mouth and nibbled it. While she was doing that, one of her 
hands reached down to my crotch and pressed firmly over it. 

"Oooooh... Kate... I'm so warm," I panted. My heart was racing in the 
excitement of the moment. 

"Yes, darling... so hot... so beautiful... wonderful," she moaned as her 
tongue licked over both of my tits. "Now you suck on my tits like I sucked 
yours, darling," she panted, lying back in the bed. I looked down at her 
lovely figure, pale and slender and warm. 

"Mmmmm." I moaned as I sucked one of her large nipples in my mouth and bit 
on it gently. 

"That's the way, darling... it feels so wonderful," she groaned. 

"I licked down her stomach and quickly darted my tongue into the nest of 
crisp black hairs. I remember it smelled so fresh and exciting, an aroma I 
had never experienced before. I thrust my tongue out, and drove it deeper 
into her snatch. Kate gasped and writhed as I sank my tongue into her and 
then licked up and down along the crevice. 

"Oh, yes, darling... yes... yes!" she cried, as I pressed my mouth over her 
pussy and started wriggling my tongue around between her moist lips. 

Suddenly, Kate rolled over on top of me, so that she was straddling my head. 
I looked straight up into the crack of her pussy, then stuck my tongue out 
and licked into it. Then I felt her warm body press down on mine as she 
lowered-her mouth to my crotch and started wriggling her tongue into my 
cunt. 

"Oh! Oh." OOOHHHMMMMMMM!" I cried suddenly, my whole body writhing in 
ecstasy. I had never felt anything like it before. I thought I was 
exploding. Electric sensations shot up into my stomach from my pussy. I felt 
Kate's tongue skirling and wriggling around inside me like she was fanning a 
fire. My cunt was hot and tingling as I experienced my first real orgasm. 

"Rose, darling!" Kate was gasping and panting as she drove her tongue 
furiously inside my cunt. I was going wild. It was beautiful, like flying up 
into the clouds, like drowning, except everything was beautiful and 
fantastic. I felt my body heaving and twisting, my arms hugging around 
Kate's buttocks, pulling her crotch down, holding her crotch firmly over my 
mouth as I started wriggling my tongue rapidly inside her pussy. 

"Rose! Rose!" she cried, still sucking and swirling her long tongue inside 
my pussy. I could feel her whole body trembling, shaking on top of me like I 
was shaking and trembling beneath her. Then I felt her cunt begin twitching 
and convulsing around my tongue, and warm juices oozed like sweet warm cream 
into my mouth. 

"Oh, darling... so beautiful and wonderful," she sighed as she pulled me 
into her arms and snuggled me to her. We fell asleep. 

When I woke up the next morning, Kate was putting a cup of coffee next to 
the bed. She saw me open my eyes and smiled down at me. 

"Good morning, darling," she said. "Here's a cup of fresh coffee for you. 
I've got to run to work, so see you later-tonight." Then she leaned down and 
gave me a kiss on the mouth. I felt her tongue gently lick along my lower 
lip; then she grabbed her jacket and left. 

When Kate returned home that night, I was surprised to see that there was a 
young man with her. He was very cute, with curly blond hair, but he seemed 
very shy, not too talkative. I noticed that he looked at me quite a bit 
though. 

"Rose, this is Larry. He's a male nurse at the hospital where I work. 
Larry's going to spend the night here because he just sprayed his apartment 
for roaches and can't sleep there tonight." 

"Hi, Larry," I said, a little nervously. I guess there was something about 
him that excited me, although I don't know exactly what it was. Maybe it was 
the shyness in him. He seemed to be quite young, maybe twenty, or 
twenty-two. 

"Hi, Rose. Hope I'm not taking your bed away from you," he said with a 
little grin. I think he blushed. I know I did. 

Kate fixed the three of us some coffee, and we watched the late movie on 
television. After it was over, Kate turned to me and suggested that I turn 
in, that she would be in in just a few moments. I went on into the bedroom, 
got undressed, and got into bed. Then I reached over and turned the light 
out. 

"A few moments later, I saw the door ease open and Kate came into the room. 
I watched her in the dim light as she slipped from her clothes and then 
eased into the bed next to me. 

"Do you mind if Larry sleeps with us tonight, dear?" she asked in a nice 
soft voice. 

"No... not if you don't," I answered her. My heart beat a little faster at 
the thought of Larry sleeping in the same bed with us. I guess I liked the 
idea. 

A few moments later I saw Larry's slender figure in the darkness approach 
the bed. Then I felt the bed move and shake a little as he eased in with us. 
I was in the middle, between Kate and Larry. 

"Nice and warm in here," Larry said, snuggling closer to me. I felt his hand 
touch my leg. Then, very slowly, I felt it move up from my knee toward my 
crotch. I started getting very excited right away. I got even more excited 
when I felt Kate's hand squeeze one of my tits. I reached down with both 
hands, one into Kate's pussy and the other groping for Larry's dick. When I 
came in contact with his cock, my heart must have skipped a beat, for it 
felt enormous to me, and very hard. I had never felt a man's dick before, 
and the newness of the experience almost hypnotized me. I started trembling 
a little, like I was shivering from being cold or something. But, I wasn't 
cold. I was very warm. Almost hot. 

Nobody said anything. I guess it wasn't necessary to say much, not with all 
the activity going on between the three of us. 

"Larry has a wonderful peter," Kate said. "He loves to get it sucked, don't 
you Larry?" 

"Boy, I sure do," Larry said. 

"Here, let's show Rose how a girl sucks on a man's dick," Kate said. Larry 
kicked the covers down to the bottom of the bed, then he grabbed his cock in 
one of his hands and held it up for me to get a good look at. Boy, was it a 
whopper. Kate leaned over me and licked the big head with her tongue. Larry 
moaned when he felt that long tongue of hers. Then, gradually, I saw his 
dick disappear little by little into her mouth. I was amazed at how much of 
it she could take. While Kate sucked the wet shiny cock, I squeezed one of 
her tits with one hand, and tickled her pussy with the other. After a few 
moments, Larry spoke. There was a little tremor in his voice. 

Let Rose have a suck, Kate," he said. "I'll bet she would like to taste it, 
wouldn't you Rose?" 

"Yeah... oh, yes," I panted, suddenly hungry to put my mouth on his cock and 
suck it like Kate had been doing. Kate came off it and moved her face into 
my cunt. As I rolled onto my side toward Larry, I squeezed Kate's head with 
my thighs, pinning her face to my quivering cunt. Then I leaned down and 
sucked the tip of Larry's big dick into my mouth. 

"Oh... that feels so good... so good," Larry moaned, running his hands 
through my hair and guiding my head up and down over his shaft. With each 
stroke, the head of his dick went deeper and deeper into my mouth, until 
finally I could feel the slick head pumping gently in and out of my throat. 
I reached down and caressed his balls, squeezing them gently, cupping them 
in my hand and rolling them in my fingers like big oysters. 

"Oooooh... baby... hmmmm!" Larry sighed as I moved my lips up and down 
smoothly over the length of his throbbing dick. 

"Hmmmm, good... hmmmm!" Kate slobbered and moaned from my cunt, her tongue 
swimming around just inside my pussy lips, swirling all around like a little 
slimy snake. 

"Let me have some of Rosie's honey!" Larry said, raising up and pulling his 
dick away from my mouth. Kate moved aside, and Larry lowered his head into 
my pussy. I fell back on the bed, trembling and squirming as he held my cunt 
lips open with his fingertips and drove his tongue down into my vagina. As 
he fucked me deep and hard with his tongue, Kate squatted over my head and 
lowered her moist pussy right onto my mouth. I darted my tongue out and 
drove it up into her cunt. I felt her pussy muscles twitch and spasm around 
my tongue. 

Suddenly Larry started blubbering and blowing deliciously into my hot 
vagina. I giggled hysterically at the sudden ticklish sensations, and the 
more I giggled, the more Larry slobbered and growled playfully in my pussy. 
I cried, twisting and bucking on the bed beneath them. But, they were 
holding me down. Larry was holding me down by laying himself on top of my 
legs and wrapping his arms around my buttocks. And Kate was pinning me down 
by sitting on top of my head, her cunt pressing hotly into my face. I 
giggled and cried and laughed and moaned right into her spasming cunt, and 
the more I giggled, the more she panted and wriggled her cunt over my mouth 
and nose. 

Suddenly, they let up for a few moments. All of us were panting, trying to 
regain our breath. Then Larry eased in between my legs. He grabbed my ankles 
and held them up in the air. I wondered what was going on. Then I realized 
that he wanted to stick his cock in me. 

"I'm afraid!" I cried suddenly. 

"Don't be afraid, darling," Kate soothed me with her voice. "I won't let 
Larry hurt you, dear. But it's time for you to know what it's like to get 
fucked, sweetheart. It won't hurt... except maybe just a little at the 
beginning. Do you trust me, Rose?" 

I relaxed a little. Larry eased forward on his knees between my thighs until 
the head of his cock pressed in between my moist cunt lips. 

"That doesn't hurt, does it, darling?" Larry asked softly, looking down at 
me warmly. 

"No," I whispered. 

Kate eased back down over my face and pressed her cunt into my mouth. I 
darted my tongue out and started wriggling it around inside her pussy. Then 
I felt a sudden stabbing sensation between my legs. 

"Noooooo!" I cried out. 

Larry held my legs firmly over his shoulders and kept his dick buried in my 
cunt. For a long moment he didn't move, and finally the pain began to fade. 
I felt hot and glowing all around my pussy. Although tears were streaming 
down my cheeks, I was licking up into Kate's pussy, licking and moaning. 

I felt Larry's body moving slowly between my thighs. Then his big cock began 
sliding smoothly in and out of my cunt, gliding against the walls of my 
vagina. Deep inside my stomach, a warm glow grew. With each stroke of 
Larry's dick, I began to feel things I had never felt before, wonderful 
sensations deep inside my pussy. And while Larry fucked me and held me 
securely in his hands, Kate squirmed her cunt all over my face and reached 
down with her hands to squeeze my tits. 

Faster and faster Larry moved, until he was screwing in and out of my virgin 
cunt like a big hot piston of flesh. Hotter and hotter I got deep inside 
with every plunge of his wonderful cock. I was getting the first fuck of my 
life, and as an extra added delight, I was licking and sucking Kate's 
delicious vagina, tasting the exotic flavors of her beautiful hole. With 
both of them working on me like that, I was feeling everything. My entire 
body was being caressed and loved by them passionately, forcefully, yet 
tenderly. I found myself reaching deeper into Kate's pussy with my tongue as 
Larry drove his cock faster and faster inside my snatch. 

"Ohhh! Oh... Lar-Larrrr-ry!" I sputtered from underneath Kate's thighs. My 
body began trembling and convulsing, and I felt like I was going to come 
apart. Then I screamed. 

"That's it baby!" Larry cried. "Come with me, darling... I'm going to give 
you my... cre-cream... now!" 

I felt Larry's cock swell inside of me and jerk in violent spasms. He 
plunged into and out of my spasming cunt in long smooth strokes as I 
orgasmed. 

"Wonderful! Wonderful, baby!" Larry gasped, his hips jerking savagely as his 
cock shot off deep inside me. 

Then Kate started moaning like crazy, and I felt her pussy twitch over my 
face. Warm delicious liquids oozed out of her snatch and filled my mouth. I 
flicked my tongue rapidly back and forth inside her lips and wiggled my head 
up and down so that my nose glided between her pussy hole and her asshole, 
It was a three-way explosion, one I'll never forget. 

I can't remember what happened exactly after that. I know that when I opened 
my eyes, later that night, I saw Larry lying next to me. He was asleep, but 
when I looked down at his cock, I saw that it was lying stiff over his 
belly, and every few seconds it made a little jerk. The head was round and 
slick looking, and I found myself easing down in the bed. I wanted to slip 
my lips over wonderful organ and suck it into my mouth. 

Larry groaned a little in his sleep as I lowered my mouth and let the pink 
head slip smoothly into my mouth. I curled my tongue around it, then began 
sliding farther down the shaft. As I took his cock into my mouth, I could 
feel it jerking automatically, and swelling. Larry moaned again. Very 
slowly, I started moving up and down in long easy sucks over his erection, 
surrounding the warm thick penis with my moist lips and tongue. Deeper and 
deeper I let it go with each suck, until the head was pumping gently in and 
out of my throat. God, I was hungry to taste the cream lying somewhere 
inside of him. 

Larry moaned a little louder, and then I felt his cock stiffen quickly 
inside my mouth. Suddenly, the shaft started jerking in fast spasms, and the 
head swelled like a balloon. Then I felt the hot blasts of cock cream come 
shooting out and flooding my mouth, filling my throat. God, it was 
delicious, exciting. I was filled with wonder at this marvelous organ that 
men had, and women didn't. I sucked tenderly on the jerking shaft, swirling 
my tongue around it as I went up and down, urging every drop of his love 
juice out the tip. Finally, the convulsions in his cock stopped, and the 
stiffness left his penis. I let it go limp in my mouth, still not wanting to 
give it up. After a moment or two, I eased back up in the bed, snuggled into 
Larry's arms, and went to sleep. 

* * * 

Rose L 's urges toward oralism were indirectly incited by several factors in 
her prepubertal development. First of all, as the subject revealed in her 
later counseling sessions, she did not have a happy childhood. Her mother, 
an uneducated and frustrated woman who came from poor German stock, was 
given to fits of anger, quarrels with her several husbands, hysteria, and 
was overly harsh in her treatment of her three children, especially Rose, 
whom she considered both unexpected and unwanted. 

Rose had never known her real father, since the man had abandoned his wife 
and family shortly after Rose was born. He was never heard from again. Rose 
had a brother and a sister, both ten years or so her senior, and when the 
subject was six years old and just beginning school, they left Rose with a 
mother who gave her virtually no affection but an abundance of harsh 
treatment. In effect, the subject grew up alone, uncared for, and unloved. 

It would seem, according to most studies presently available, that married 
couples from the lower-income groups have far less family stability than 
those from the upper-income groups. From what might be gathered from 
statistics and research programs, individuals from the low-income groups 
divorce and remarry with greater frequency than individuals from the 
high-income levels. As B. Goldstein points out in his book Low Income Youth 
in Urban Areas: 

... divorce rates are inversely related to socioeconomic status, service 
workers' index of proneness to divorce being over three and one-half times 
that of professional and semiprofessional workers, or proprietors, managers, 
and officials; and low-income recipients... being over two and one-half 
times that of persons with incomes of 4000 dollars and over. Education, 
also, is inversely related to divorce proneness... 

There can be little doubt that a child who is reared in such an unhappy 
environment an environment of frequent quarreling, poor parent-child 
communication, and marital instability will be burdened with certain 
handicaps in his, or her, overall development. 

But in Rose L 's case, there are other circumstances which bear upon her 
attitudes toward sex, specifically, and her attitudes toward males, in 
general. These circumstances involve the kinds of activities which went on 
in the girl's immediate home life, the kind of sexual relationships that she 
observed between her mother and her male companions and husbands, and the 
kind of experiences the subject had directly with those men. 

On several occasions between the ages of six and eight, Rose was to observe 
some rather frightening scenes between her mother and her first stepfather. 
She revealed during her sessions, somewhat reluctantly, that sometimes at 
night, after she had gone to bed, she would lie awake and listen to the 
quarreling and fighting between her parents. On some of those unhappy, 
anxiety-ridden nights, she would stand at her door and secretly watch her 
stepfather striking and cursing her mother. She was amazed, however, to 
discover that her mother seemed to ask for the abuse, as though she were 
urging her husband to greater acts of dominance. On two occasions the 
subject saw her stepfather take her mother by the hair and bring her to her 
knees in front of him to force the subject's mother to perform fellatio upon 
him. 

The influence of such witnessed acts of sadomasochism, acts observed during 
the subject's pre-pubertal development, cannot be minimized. The theoretical 
concepts arising out of the Freudian school of psychological thought, 
regarding fixations, immediately come to mind. As Joseph Jastrow points out 
in his informative work Freud: His Dream and Sex Theories: 

Fixation is accepted by Jung as by Freud, as a source of disharmony of 
development, when childish forms of libido persist. The normal course is 
progressive; the abnormal course is regressive... As the child's first 
satisfactions are intensely fixed upon the parents, these relations exercise 
a dominant influence on the plastic psyche. The attitudes of the parents, 
including their complexes, affect the child deeply, including the parental 
pattern which the child imitates... It is quite true that parental relations 
carry sex implications... The Freudianized family appears to be not a 
pleasantly domestic circle, but a seething and somewhat vulgarian center of 
strife. The typical complex is a parental one. 

In this light, we can understand the repetition of patterns due to certain 
traumatic or "imprinting" episodes which tend to break out of their hiding 
places in the unconscious and express themselves at some later time when the 
conditions are just right. In every human being there hides a child, a child 
filled with impressions and memories, most of which lie dormant and 
unconscious. But, under certain conditions and stimuli, which usually occur 
at a later time in the continuing psychosexual development, those hidden 
impressions and "imprints" may spring forth and exert unwanted control over 
the behavior patterns of the individual. 

It became apparent in Rose's subsequent psychiatric counseling that there 
was one other experience that played a big part in coloring her sexual 
attitudes toward men. This was an experience with her brother. 

When Rose was ten years old, her mother had just married her third husband. 
Rose's brother returned home for several days, for the wedding, presumably. 
He slept in Rose's bed, since conditions were crowded, and Rose recalled 
feeling peculiarly happy about seeing her brother once again after so long a 
time. Apparently, her brother was the first male in her first ten years of 
life who had ever displayed any kind of affection for her, and Rose hadn't 
forgotten him. During the night, while she lay next to him in the bed, she 
wanted to make some sign of her gladness to see him, her feeling of security 
in being close to him. She reached to snuggle closer to him, and her hand 
innocently fell on his penis. The older boy allowed her to caress his organ, 
as she seemed fascinated by it, and very curious. Innocently, she explained 
to her brother how she had seen her mother sucking on her previous 
stepfather's penis. The brother replied that that was "good," that men 
"liked that" from a girl. Rose, encouraged by the conversation, leaned over, 
kissed her brother's penis, then fellated him. It is interesting to note 
here that Rose did not recall this experience until quite late in her 
therapeutic sessions. 

In this event with her brother may be seen another block in the foundation 
of her psychosexual development, an event which played a part, no doubt, in 
her later oral urges. These forgotten and hidden impressions were stimulated 
into action during her adolescent period when she began to ease away from 
her mother and to search for a world on her own as a baby-sitter. 

The overall picture of Rose's background is one of mixed emotions. Her 
mother gave her little love, little attention, and harsh, often abusive 
treatment. Rose had little chance of relating in a normal way with men, for 
none of the men in her life neither her various "fathers" nor her brother 
provided her with any kind of normal communication. She was influenced in 
her sexual attitudes toward men by her frightful observations of the sexual 
activities that occurred between her mother and her stepfathers. 

A child's needs, during his early years, are basic and vital. If a child is 
to be able to develop normally, he needs appealing and copyable models of 
sex-role identification. And, as it can be easily seen in this case history, 
Rose had anything but a "normal" family of orientation. 

* * * 

I spent the rest of the summer with Kate, helping to take care of her little 
boys while she worked nights at the hospital. Larry came over to see us 
every couple of weeks or so. Sometimes he came over while Kate was at work, 
and we used to do all kinds of wild things in bed. I loved sucking on his 
dick, and getting fucked by him. 

Suddenly, he stopped coming to see me. I asked Kate about it. She told me 
that he had gotten engaged to some girl who worked at the hospital with him, 
a secretary or something. Anyway, it upset me tremendously, and I thought 
there was nothing more to look forward to. Kate was understanding. She tried 
to cheer me up and get my mind off Larry, but eventually I guess she got 
tired of my childish complaining. Toward the end of the summer, we started 
drifting apart, and finally, I was sleeping on the couch in the living room. 

One night she brought a nurse friend of hers home, a pretty blonde woman 
named Betty, and they slept together, leaving me by myself on the couch. 
That hurt me quite a bit. I guess I realized that things weren't the same 
between Kate and me, so I went back home. 

I didn't stay there long, though, because my mother was worse than ever, 
drinking a lot, and getting into the usual fights with her husband. About 
the only thing I could do was start babysitting at night again. I took as 
many jobs as I could find. 

Finally, I got a live-in baby-sitting job for the T family. The T 's were 
very rich, and lived in a big mansion in a ritzy part of town. They had 
three children. The oldest was a boy named Tommy. He was seventeen, two 
years older than me, and was a freshman in a junior college located in 
another town. Sometimes he came home for the weekends. The other two kids 
were Johnny and Peg. Johnny was eleven, and Peg was nine. I found out, 
though, that in some ways they were quite mature for their ages, thanks to 
their older brother, Tommy. 

I found out shortly after I started working for the T 's just how mature 
Johnny and Peg were. One Friday night, Mr. and Mrs. T went on an out-of-town 
trip. They were to be gone until the next afternoon. 

"If Johnny gives you any trouble," Mrs. T said as she and her husband got 
ready to leave, "just paddle his rump hard. And don't be surprised if our 
oldest son, Tommy, comes in from college tonight. He said he might." 

"Then they left. I locked the front door, then went back into the living 
room. 

"Hey, what's your name?" Johnny asked me, in a sort of smart-alecky tone of 
voice. 

"Rose," I replied, sitting clown on the couch next to him. His sister, Peg, 
was lying on the floor watching television. 

"Bet you don't know how old I am," he said. 

"How old are you?" I asked, pinching him playfully on his nose. 

"Old enough!" he said, looking at me out of the corner of his eyes, and 
giggling like a little devil. I was slightly embarrassed. I think I even 
blushed. 

"How old is your sister, Peg?" I asked him, trying to appear as casual as I 
possibly could. 

"She's getting there!" Johnny said, and went into another fit of giggles. 

"I'm nine years old!" said Peg, looking around. "And Johnny's eleven, almost 
twelve." She turned back to the television. 

For the next hour or so, the three of us watched TV. Johnny sat on the couch 
a few feet from me, and every few minutes I could tell he was glancing out 
of the corner of his eye to see if I was watching him. But, that wasn't all 
he was doing. He had one hand slipped under the waistband of his pajamas, 
and it was obvious that he was playing with himself, and it was obvious that 
he was doing it, on purpose in front of me to see what I would do or say. I 
didn't do anything. I just pretended I didn't notice him. 

"I have to go to the bathroom," Johnny said after a while. 

"Go!" I said, giving him a curious look. 

"I'm afraid to go by myself. The light's not working there," he teased. 

"Oh, all right, I'll go with you," I said. "C'mon!" 

"Johnny walked ahead of me down a long hallway, through a large den, and 
down another long darkened hallway. As we walked through the large mansion, 
he wiggled his rump playfully in front of me, knowing that I was watching 
him. Finally, we reached his room. 

"In here." He held my hand and led me into his bedroom. Then he opened a 
door and said, "See, I told you the light was out." He flipped the switch 
just inside the bathroom door, but no light came on. There was just enough 
light coming from the small lamp on his dresser to see by. 

"Okay," I said, "go on." 

"You have to come in with me," he said. "You can sit on the edge of the tub 
next to me while I sit on the toilet, so I won't get scared." 

I did as he said. As I sat down on the edge of the tub, Johnny pulled his 
pajamas off completely, then sat down on the toilet seat. I wasn't really 
surprised to see that he had an erection, but I was embarrassed. I couldn't 
believe how brazen the little brat was. But I couldn't feel mad at him. He 
was one of the cutest little boys I had ever seen. I guess he knew it, too. 

"Tommy says it's a good sign when I get big down here," he said, pointing to 
his erection and then gripping it in his hand. "Is that right?" 

"Yeah, I guess it's okay," I answered, trying not to pay him any mind, 
trying to ignore him. 

"Tommy tells me a lot of things about what boys are supposed to do with 
girls, too," he said. "He told me all about why girls have holes between 
their legs, and how girls like it when boys stick their dicks inside," he 
continued. I felt my face getting redder by the second. I didn't know what 
to do or say. I had never heard this kind of talk from someone so young. "My 
brother, Tommy, knows everything about girls," Johnny said. 

"How old is your big brother?" I asked. 

"Oh, he's seventeen, I think. He's going to college now, but lots of times 
when he comes home for the weekend, he tells me all about things, what he 
does with his girl friends, and how he plays around with them sometimes. 
Tommy knows all about girls, and he has lots of girl friends where he goes 
to college." 

Johnny kept gripping and squeezing and playing with his erection, and 
glancing at me to see if I was watching him. The longer we sat there 
together in the bathroom, the more I found myself looking at him, watching 
him, becoming more and more interested in what he was doing. 

"You know what jack off means?" Johnny asked me. 

"No," I said, watching his hand move up and down over his erect organ. 

"I can make my peter squirt some honey at you," he said, grinning at me. 

"Maybe we should go back in the living room and watch some more TV," I said. 

"Okay, but first take a feel of my peter. Tommy says I got a good one." He 
grabbed my hand and pulled it to his erection. "Go ahead, give it a squeeze. 
You can make it squirt, if you want to," he said bluntly. 

I don't know why I did, but I gave Johnny's peter a couple of squeezes. I 
was surprised to find that it was very stiff. As I gripped it with my 
fingers and moved my hand slowly up and down the shaft a few times, Johnny 
leaned back and smiled. 

"Now you know what jack off means," he said. "If you do it like that for a 
little bit, it starts feeling good, and pretty soon it squirts all over the 
place. Tommy showed me how. He plays with my dick just about every time he 
comes home from college. I play around with his dick, too, and it's a 
whopper. He says mine will get big like his when I get to college." 

As I slid my hand up and down over Johnny's stiff little prick, the tip of 
it got all slippery from the fluid which started oozing out of the tiny 
hole. 

"That's some of the honey dripping out," Johnny explained. "You can taste 
it, if you want to. It doesn't have much taste." He touched the tip of his 
finger to the slick pink head, then put his finger to his tongue. "See. You 
taste it." 

As if I was under his spell, I did what he said. I licked the tip of his 
finger and felt myself getting very excited. "It tastes good," I said, my 
pulse pounding. 

"I know it does," Johnny said. "You can get a better taste if you put your 
mouth on it and suck it, though. That's what my brother, Tommy, does. I suck 
on his, too, until he squirts his honey in my mouth. Boy, I can really taste 
it, because he really squirts a lot," he explained. 

I lowered my head and took the tip of Johnny's penis between my lips. 

"That's pretty good," he said, "except you're supposed to go up and down 
with your mouth. That way, the honey will-squirt out faster." 

I did as he said, like I was under his spell. I had never done anything like 
that before with a young boy. I couldn't believe it was happening. It was 
almost like a dream. I sucked more and more of the hard little organ into my 
mouth, until all of it was inside and I was swirling my tongue rapidly 
around it. 

"Ooooo... you know how to do it better than Tommy does," Johnny gasped as I 
glided up and down on his lovely hard little prick. "It's getting ready 
to... to... sq-squ-squirt!" he groaned. He grabbed me by the hair, and I 
felt his legs twitching and kicking gently into my breasts. Then I felt 
rapid little jerks in his hard cock as he started spurting his warm honey 
into my mouth. I gulped it and swallowed it down, my cunt quivering in the 
brief but exciting passion of the moment. 

"Did you taste it?" Johnny asked a few moments later as we walked back 
through the big mansion toward the living room. 

"Yes, I did," I replied, watching him wriggle his cute little ass playfully 
as he walked in front of me. 

As we got back to the living room, the doorbell rang. Both Johnny and Peg 
ran excitedly to the front door and unlocked it. It swung open, and a very 
handsome boy swept them up in his arms. It was Tommy, home for the weekend 
from college. 

I saw Johnny pull his brother down and whisper something in his ear. Tommy 
gave me a quick glance and a strange sexy smile. I realized that the little 
boy had told his brother what had gone on in the bathroom. I blushed 
crimson. After a little time of visiting, Tommy took Johnny and Peg and put 
them to bed. Then he came back into the living room. 

"You and Johnny got to know each other pretty fast, huh?" he said as he 
pressed his hand over the big bulge in his trousers. "In the bathroom, I 
mean!" He licked the edge of his lower lip with his tongue. 

Suddenly I got brave. "Yeah. He sure is grown up for his age. He says you 
tell him all about things," I said boldly. "About boys and girls." 

"Oh, yeah. Johnny knows about as much as I do, I think," he said. He came 
over to me and put his hand to my crotch. The next thing I knew, he was 
kissing me, and I was kissing him back, and everything started happening. 

Tommy had my clothes off in just a few seconds and was feeling all over my 
body with his hands. Then he took his clothes off and stood in front of me. 
I was excited and trembling as I looked at his naked body, at his smooth 
skin, and his enormous cock. Then he picked me up in his arms and carried me 
down the hallway into a bedroom. He put me down on a bed, crawled over on 
top of me, and started hugging and kissing me. In the darkness, I could feel 
his mouth and tongue sucking and sliding over my breasts, down over my 
stomach, and then into the crack of my pussy. 

"Tommy... no... noooooo!" I gasped, pushing him away gently. But he didn't 
pay any attention to what I said. He grabbed me by the ankles, lifted my 
legs high in the air, and spread them in a wide angle. Then I felt his 
tongue sliding along the inside of my thigh, down toward my slit, closer and 
closer. I was going out of my mind. 

"Mmmmmm... oooohhhh, Tommy! Tommy!" I gasped, squirming under his strong 
grip, feeling his tongue getting ready to slide right into my cunt. Then, 
passionately, Tommy plastered his mouth firmly over my cunt and started 
driving his tongue rapidly in and out of it. I gasped at the wild sensations 
he was creating with his tongue. 

"Mmmmmm, delicious... little Rosa, you, taste so good!" Tommy sucked and 
slobbered over my quivering cunt, wriggling his tongue inside it, jabbing 
deeper and deeper into my vagina. I was going out of my mind with this 
wildest passion. 

Tommy removed his mouth from my crotch and brought his face to mine. Before 
I knew what was happening, he was kissing me and sliding his warm slick 
tongue deep into my mouth. Automatically I sucked on it, blissfully tasting 
the flavors of my own cunt juices mixed with his saliva. 

"Mmm... mmm!" I moaned as he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me to 
him, his warm chest pressing down over my heaving breasts. I was on fire 
with desire. I had never experienced anything like that in my life. It was 
as though a whole new world was opening up for me, and my life would never 
be the same again. 

"It's good, isn't it, Rose?" Tommy sighed, stroking his hands up and down 
along my sides. 

"Ooooh... Tommy," I cried, hungering for more of his kisses. 

"You want some honey?" he asked me softly, brushing my hair gently with his 
hands. Then he got up on his knees and straddled my stomach. I watched him 
as he gripped his big cock and stroked it several times. Slowly, he edged 
forward on his knees until the head of his dick was touching my lips. I 
opened my mouth and sucked the fleshy bulb in. 

"Oh, that's good, isn't it, Rosa?" Tommy asked as he eased forward and 
shoved his dick slowly farther into my mouth. 

I moaned as I swirled my tongue around the throbbing shaft, sucking on it, 
wanting the honey which was somewhere inside of him. 

As I sucked on Tommy's cock, I felt something warm and wet touch the top of 
my cunt lips. I felt like I was in a dream, and I didn't want to wake up. 
The hot wet sensation pressed more and more down over my cunt lips, then I 
felt a wiggling sensation. I felt little hands rest on my thighs and begin 
to push my legs wider apart. I couldn't see what was happening, because 
Tommy was straddling me, with his dick gliding in and out of my mouth. 

I grunted in wild passion as the wiggling sensation went deeper and deeper 
into my pussy lips. Tommy's dick was throbbing and jerking inside my mouth. 

"Boy, Rosa sure has a sweet hole to lick on." I heard the voice of little 
Johnny. I knew then that it was he who was licking my cunt. 

"Yeah, she sure does," Tommy agreed. I glanced up and saw him smiling down 
at me. Then he glanced back over his shoulder and asked, "You have some more 
honey to give her, Johnny?" 

"Yeah," Johnny replied. 

"Okay," Tommy said, "let's switch around. 

Tommy pulled his dick out of my mouth and swung off me. Before knew it, 
little Johnny was crawling forward on his knees and shoving his stiff little 
prick right in my face. I sucked it in quickly. Then I felt Tommy's mouth 
sucking down over my cunt, and his long tongue snaking deep inside of me. 
God, they were giving me the works, and driving me crazy. 

"I'm getting ready to give her some more honey," Johnny panted as I swirled 
my tongue around his little peter. 

"Good boy," Tommy muttered from my crotch. "Give her all you got!" 

Johnny made a little gasping sound and then I felt his dick jerk inside my 
mouth. Next, I tasted the warm cock honey which squirted out the end of his 
dick all over my tongue. 

Moments later the little boy was gone. He just bounced off the bed and left 
the room without saying a word. But I didn't care. I reached my arms out to 
Tommy. I wanted him. I wanted to suck again on his big cock. I wanted him to 
give me every drop of his honey. But he grabbed my ankles, lifted my legs up 
and back, and quickly scooted forward. I felt his cock press in between my 
cunt lips, and realized he wanted to fuck me. Then I felt the strong stiff 
cock shove into my pussy, deep and hard. 

I gasped. He fell forward and brought his lips down over mine, drawing my 
tongue deep into his mouth. His body moved up and down, and I felt every 
inch of that big dick pumping in and out of my juicy cunt. 

"No... noooo... Tommy," I begged feverishly, "Let me taste your honey... 
please." "Tommy pulled his dick out of my hole and whirled around on top of 
me, so that his dick was bouncing on my nose. I grabbed it and sucked it 
into my mouth quickly. 

Then I felt Tommy's mouth go down on my pussy again, and while he drove his 
tongue in and out of my vagina, he moved his hips up and down over my head 
and pumped his dick in and out of my mouth. Soon, we were crying together 
and moaning in ecstasy as we released our bodies together. I was bucking and 
shivering under Tommy and flooding his mouth with the juices from my cunt, 
and his dick was flexing and jerking furiously inside my mouth, splattering 
the back of my throat with big hot globs of come. 

Finally, we went limp and fell asleep. 

For the next few months, it went like that, Tommy coming in for weekends 
from college, and him and me playing around together when his parents were 
out of the house, or out of town at their lake cabin. Sometimes Johnny and 
Peg played around with us, and the four of us just went wild. Looking back 
on it, it's almost impossible to believe that it actually happened. 

It came to a sudden halt when little Peg finally let her mother in on what 
was going on. I thought sure I was going to be put away in a prison for the 
rest of my life. It was a big mess, with Mrs. T out for blood. She finally 
calmed down, though, after arrangements were made for me to talk to a 
psychologist. I don't know what happened to Tommy. I think his parents sent 
him off to a college quite far from home. I never saw him again." 

* * * 

As was stated earlier, a combination of factors family instability, lack of 
love and guidance from her mother and stepfathers, fixations "imprinted" on 
her psychosexual growth during the prepubertal years of her childhood, such 
as the oral episode with her older brother, and her observations of fellatio 
in the sadomasochistic activities of her parents all of these served as 
psychological "imprinting" mechanisms which planted the seed of the oral 
impulse within Rose L- , an impulse which was to find expression first with 
Kate and Larry, then with the three T children. 

It is interesting to note here that Rose's sexual involvement during these 
adolescent and teen years was with members of the middle and upper classes 
rather than with members of her own low-income social level. This indicates, 
at least in this case history, the effects of cross-cultural associations. 
As Kinsey and other researchers have indicated, the upper strata of our 
society are generally much more sexually precocious, in terms of the wider 
range and variety of sexual activities which they enjoy, than are the lower 
strata. In this regard, then, it might be said that the sexual behavior of 
individuals from the low-income levels is sometimes influenced through 
direct associations with individuals from the upper classes: a 
cross-cultural association. 

 CHAPTER FIVE: TEMPERAMENTAL SISTER 

My brother and me went to a party one night, some sort of open-house bash 
given by a friend of a friend of Roy's. It turned out to be dullsville, so 
we didn't stick around too long. 

"You ready to blow this joint, Ann?" Roy asked around midnight, very bored. 

"Fuck yes!" I said, and finished the last of my drink. At least I was able 
to guzzle a couple of cocktails at the party, if nothing else. That was soft 
of a treat for me, because I was only seventeen, and I couldn't buy liquor 
myself. Not that I had any money to buy it with. I wasn't working, and Roy, 
who's twenty-one, had been out of a job for several weeks. And my stupid 
drunken bum of a stepfather barely made enough money to pay the rent and 
keep us from starving to death. My mother was dead, so she didn't count 
anymore. 

Roy and me hitched it back across town to where we lived, a dumpy little 
house or little street in a white-trash neighborhood. Yeah, we were white 
trash all right. And I hated it. So did Roy. 

"We eased the door open and went into the living room. It was a mess as 
usual, papers thrown all over the place, beer bottles left on the coffee 
table by my stepfather, some dirty clothes lying across the back of the 
sofa. 

"This fucking place is driving me nuts!" Roy said under his breath. I 
watched him as he took his shirt off and then started unzipping his pants. 
He gave me a quick glance and a little smile, trying his best to control his 
temper. I went over to him and put my hand on his shoulder, wishing that I 
could think of some way to get us both out of that miserable dump. Roy 
reached around my waist with his strong muscular arm and pulled me to him. I 
felt his hands gliding down the small of my back as I put my arms up around 
his neck. Then I felt the stiff lump inside his pants push against my skirt 
right over my crotch. 

"Let me see if the bastard is passed out in his bed," I whispered. Roy 
pinched me hard on the rump, then lifted my face up with his hand under my 
chin and flicked his tongue back and forth across my nose. 

"Roy," I whispered, "let me go see if the old man is here or not, damn it!" 
He released me and sat down on the sofa. I tiptoed to a door and peeked 
inside. Then I went back to the sofa and sat down next to Roy. 

"Is the son of a bitch there?" Roy asked in a low voice. He pulled his shoes 
and socks off, then stood up and took of his trousers. I wanted to reach out 
and grab the big cock which pushed his underwear away from his flat hard 
belly. He knew what I was thinking, as usual. I always thought about Roy's 
cock, especially when we were alone, like at that moment. But we weren't 
completely alone. 

"Yes, he's on the bed, snoring. Passed out as usual, I guess," I answered. 

"Turn the light out, baby," Roy said softly as he lit a cigarette and 
stretched out on his back on the sofa. I started to flip the switch on the 
wall, but Roy suddenly stopped me. "Show me some skin first, baby doll," he 
said, looking at me and giving me that beautiful sexy smile he always gives 
me when he's in the mood to play around. 

I smiled back at him. To me, he was the most sexy guy I had ever known, that 
brown curly hair hanging down over his forehead, his dark brown eyes, and 
his deep-tanned complexion. There wasn't a girl who saw him that didn't 
drool over him and want him for herself. But Roy and me had a special way 
with each other. We always got along together. I guess we gave each other 
the affection which we never got from our mother or stepfather. It was just 
the two of us. That's really all we had. Just me and Roy to look out after 
each other and keep each other from going crazy. 

Slowly, I unbuttoned the shirt I had on, one of Roy's shirts, and took it 
off. I let it fall to the floor. Roy moved his hips slightly, then threw one 
leg up over the back of the sofa. He still had on his shorts, but I could 
see one of his balls hanging loosely down toward the crack of his ass. And 
the big lump under his underwear made a big jerk upwards. Roy and I gazed at 
each other steadily. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor around 
my bare feet. 

"That's the way, baby," Roy sighed, blowing a big smoke ring out of his 
mouth. "Now take your bra off." 

I pulled the straps off my shoulder and the bra fell to the floor. All I had 
on was my yellow undies. I caressed my body with my hands, sliding them up 
over my belly and cupping a breast in each one. 

"That's what I like, baby," Roy smiled. "You got some tits on you, little 
sister... man, you got some mother-sucking tits on you." 

I hooked a thumb under the waistband of my undies and started pulling them 
down. The big long lump under Roy's shorts made another jerk upward. It was 
more than I could bear, almost. Roy knew how much I loved him, how much it 
meant to me to be able to play with that huge cock of his, to hold it and 
fondle it, and tease it with my tongue before I sucked him off. God, when he 
blew his load, he really blew a mouthful. My heart was racing and my mouth 
was drooling as I pushed the undies farther down over my hips and smiled 
back at Roy. 

"Ease them on down, baby," Roy said in a low voice, "nice and slow... that's 
my... girl." He blew another smoke circle into the air over his head and 
stretched his arms back. His chest expanded enormously, the muscles rippling 
over his stomach, the veins standing out on his neck and forearms. God, what 
a body my brother had. And what a cock was waiting for me underneath those 
shorts. 

I pushed the panties all the way down, and stepped out of them. Then I 
reached up and flipped the light switch off. There was instant darkness. I 
couldn't see a thing. A second later, my eyes adjusted to the dim light 
filtering in from the street lamp outside. I walked slowly over toward the 
couch. When I got to it, I felt Roy's hand reach out and slide around my 
buttocks. He pulled me down to the couch with him so that I was lying on top 
of him. His arms wrapped, around me and squeezed me to him. 

"God... Roy... oh, darling!" I murmured, bringing my mouth down to his moist 
waiting lips. I felt his tongue slide quickly between my lips and swirl into 
my mouth. Instantly, I was crazy with desire to give him pleasure. I felt 
his big cock pressing through his underwear right up into my snatch. I 
raised myself up, grabbed his snorts, and pulled them off. In the dim light 
I saw the big cock lying up over his flat stomach. It reached from his balls 
to his navel in a gentle curve, jutting up out of the nest of dark early 
pubic hair around it. 

"Does it want some action now?" I panted excitedly as I caressed my hands up 
along Roy's muscular legs. 

"What do you think, baby?" he said, taking another drag on his cigarette and 
giving me his special sexy smile. 

"It sure looks to me like it wants something," I said, easing forward 
between his legs, licking up toward his big balls. When he felt my tongue 
tickle one of his balls, Roy gasped. 

"I'm hot tonight, baby," he said. "Don't waste time playing around too much. 
I need to feed hot lips right on target." 

"Oh, groovy, baby," I moaned, swirling my tongue around his balls. Then I 
left them, to flick my tongue back and forth across the underside of his 
cock. I reached it's head. 

"Oh... shit, baby... now you're talking my kind of language," Roy groaned. 

It was when I wrapped my tongue around the head, and swirled it, back and 
forth, that Roy really let out a gasp. He put his cigarette out in the 
ashtray next to the sofa, then ran his fingers into my blonde hair and 
started moving my head where he wanted it to go. I quickly sucked the tip of 
his cock into my mouth. It swelled and throbbed like a big hot mushroom, and 
I could taste the flavor of a little drop of salty semen which had oozed out 
the slit in the tip of the head. I wished I could slide my tongue all the 
way up inside that goddam beautiful prick of his. 

"Oooooh, baby sister... yeah, man," Roy whispered. He pressed his hands down 
on top of my head, and I knew he was ready for the special treatment. He 
used to call it the 'baby-sister special' sometimes. I curled my long tongue 
around the head of his dick, then started sliding my lips down over the long 
curving organ. As I glided slowly down over it, and kept sliding my tongue 
back and forth around it, the long shaft bucked and jerked viciously in my 
mouth. Then it swelled suddenly and started jerking in violent 'little 
spasms. God, he really was hot, "cause he started shooting off before I even 
had a chance to really work over that throbbing, big, rock-hard dick of his. 

I moaned as I slid down the convulsing shaft, swirling my tongue rapidly all 
around it. I squeezed his balls in my fingers gently and waited for the 
first shot of hot, bitter-sweet come to splatter against the back of my 
throat. 

Roy's body tensed beneath me, his hands dug into my hair and held my head 
down over his ejaculating organ. I brought my lips as far down as I could 
over the delicious cock, until the swollen throbbing head went back into my 
throat. Then I felt the thick hot wads of come unloading in big splashes, 
flooding my throat, and oozing down into my stomach. God, I was on fire with 
passion. I reached a hand down to my quivering pussy and dug a finger inside 
it. Rapidly and furiously, I finger-fucked myself as Roy continued shooting 
off in my mouth. I sucked and swallowed as the globs of come kept spurting 
out of his jerking shaft. Then I heard myself making strange little grunting 
sounds as my pussy started exploding. 

With lightning speed, Roy brought his foot up from the floor and pushed my 
hand away from my snatch. Then he eased his big toe into my cunt and started 
wiggling it rapidly. He pressed further into my hole, into my vagina, and I 
was wishing he would stick his big foot right up into my guts and fuck the 
hell out of me with it. But that wild toe of his was freaking me out, the 
way it was vibrating and sliding deeper and deeper into my snatch. 

I grunted, my cunt twitching for a few seconds, then squeezing Roy's big toe 
as I spasmed. My entire body trembled and shook as juices oozed out of my 
cunt and dripped down over his ankle. God, it was a fantastic, wonderful, 
and exciting fuck. 

"Suddenly: 'Well, well, well!" the loud voice shattered through the room. 
Roy and I were blinded for a moment as the light went on. I looked up, dazed 
but startled, and saw my stepfather standing with his hand on the light 
switch. I jumped up from the couch, my heart pounding. 

"You lousy bastard!" I yelled at him. "You goddam lousy bastard!" 

"I guess we can all get into the act!" he growled, taking a step toward the 
couch. It was obvious to me that he was very drunk. Out of it, completely! 
Nuts! Loco! 

"You ain't getting into no act, you son of a bitch!" Roy jumped up from the 
couch suddenly and caught the bastard a right hook on the jaw which sent him 
to the floor. The punch knocked him out cold, as if he wasn't just about out 
cold from all the booze he had been drinking. Roy stepped over him, then 
glanced over at me. He was breathing hard, and he was madder than hell, but 
he managed a little smile. 

"That ought to hold him for a while!" Roy said huskily. "Long enough for us 
to get a few things together and get the fuck out of here!" 

"You mean we're taking off?" I asked, my mind racing with so many thoughts I 
couldn't keep track of them. 

"Shit yes!" he yelled, kicking the coffee table over and spilling the beer 
bottles on top of the creep lying unconscious on the floor. "Let's split for 
L.A., now!" he said. We'll hitch it!" 

"Oh, Roy!" I ran to him and threw my arms around him, my sticky cunt 
pressing up into his half-hard cock. He held me against himself for a 
moment, then kissed me. 

"You get some sandwiches together, and see if you can find any money in the 
old guy's pants," he said with a sudden burst of cheer in his voice. "I'll 
be throwing some clothes together. Put on some jeans and sneakers and a 
sweater!" 

"Okay!" I said, a feeling of happy adventure creeping into my mood. I even 
started humming in the kitchen while I was fixing some sandwiches. Then I 
went into the old man's bedroom and went through all of his pants. "Wow!" I 
yelled to Roy. "Sixty-five dollars!" 

"Let's have it!" he said, giving me a quick pat on the rump. "I think it'll 
be safer with me." 

"Yes, darling," I replied, handing him the money. I reached down and gave 
his cock a loving squeeze, then went to get dressed. A little while later, 
we were on our way out the front door, with the old man lying on the 
living-room floor, snoring away... 

"Where you headed?" the voice came from the V.W. van as it pulled over next 
to us on an on-ramp to the freeway. 

"L.A.," said Roy. 

"I can drop you off in Reno," the voice replied. A few moments later, we 
were on our way. The driver of the van was a man of about thirty, sort of a 
hippie type, kinda cute, with long blond hair hanging down over his 
shoulders. "My name's Richard," he said. "I'm on my way to Reno to join a 
rock combo." 

"Groovy," said Roy. "This is my... uh... friend, Ann, I'm Roy." 

Richard turned out to be a nice cat. Cool and together, if you know what I 
mean. After we traveled for about three hours and had chatted and gotten 
real friendly, Roy asked if Richard wanted to rest in the back while he 
drove. 

"Ann here really knows how to give a good back rub," he said. Right away, I 
figured something was up, but well, we didn't have much money, none to waste 
on helping to pay for gasoline, so I guess we had to earn our way somehow. 

"Oh, yeah?" Richard smiled at me. "That sounds great. I could use a break, 
and stretch out for a little while. That's why I got that mattress there in 
the back of the van." 

While Roy drove, Richard stretched out on the mattress. He eased his shirt 
off and gave me sort of a shy look. 

"Take your pants off, silly," I said. "You're not a baby, and neither am I." 

He loosened his belt buckle, raised his hips, and pulled his pants down and 
off. I wasn't surprised to see that he didn't have any shorts on. He was 
stark naked. But I was surprised a little when I saw his cock. It was almost 
as big as Roy's, and right away I started getting ideas about how to give 
him a massage. 

"Turn over on your stomach," I said. He rolled over on his stomach, and I 
started working my hands up and down his back. 

"Oh, man, that feels good," he groaned. I rubbed my hands down farther over 
the small of his back and over his round firm buttocks, squeezing and 
kneading his well-developed muscles. 

"You got a good shape," I said, inching my fingers a little down into the 
crack of his buttocks, then rubbing back up along his back. 

"You got a good felling in your hands," he replied. 

I worked my fingers back down over his round buttocks and along the back of 
his legs. Then I kneaded back up toward his ass. Slowly, I let my fingers 
work down into its crack, squeezing gently, working closer and closer to his 
asshole. He reacted beautifully, his hips moving gently up and down on the 
mattress under my hands. I let a hand slide down between his thighs and 
squeeze his balls. Then I rolled him over on his back and looked at the big 
cock sticking straight up from his crotch. Without a moment's hesitation, I 
lowered my face and sucked the head into my mouth. 

"Oh... Christ!" Richard muttered at the sensation of my lips sliding down 
his shaft. Soon, my mouth completely surrounded the throbbing prick, and my 
tongue was swirling around it, giving him the 'baby-sister special.' "Oh, 
Jesus! ... mama!" he hissed. The van went over a bump in the road, causing 
his dick to bob up and down in my mouth in rapid succession. I kept the 
rhythm going like that, swirling my tongue around the head and shaft. 

Suddenly, Richard whined as his cock stiffened in my mouth and started 
jerking. I reached for his balls and started massaging them gently, snaking 
my tongue at the same time around his thick swollen organ. His body trembled 
violently, like he was in a convulsion, and then I felt the blasts of come 
shoot out of his exploding cock and bang warmly against the back of my 
mouth. I shoved my head all the way down and forced his throbbing head back 
into my throat as far as it would go. I let my throat muscles gag 
automatically around the head, squeezing it and milking it deliciously. 
Richard whimpered and writhed beneath me, his body quivering and arching as 
we bounced along the highway. 

Finally, his ejaculation was over, and he went limp on the mattress. Very 
slowly, I pulled my lips back up along the shaft and came up from his 
crotch. I watched him for a few seconds and, deciding that he was fast 
asleep, got up from the floor of the van and went forward. 

"I think he's asleep," I said to Roy. "He's kind of nice, too, you know?" I 
reached into Roy's shirt pocket, got two cigarettes out, and lit them, 
handing one to Roy. "Not as nice as you, though," I said, leaning against 
him and resting my head a moment on his shoulder. Roy put his hand on my 
thigh and gave me an affectionate little squeeze. By the time Richard woke 
up, we had traveled over two hundred miles. 

"Hey, man," Richard said sleepily over our shoulders as we pulled into a 
service station. "We've made some good time!" We all went inside and had 
some coffee and hamburgers. Then we were back on the road again. 

By the time we made it to Reno, I had given Richard quite a few rubdowns, if 
you know what I mean. I didn't leave my brother, Roy, out of the picture, 
either. I must confess, I got my share of attention, too. From both of 
them." 

* * * 

Roy and Ann were the two children of a white family in a run-down district 
of Chicago, When Ann was nine years old, and Roy was thirteen, their real 
father died suddenly, leaving them and their mother alone without any 
savings. Their mother was forced to work a double-shift job for a year, 
until she met the man who was to become her next husband. It was during this 
period that their mother was out of the home many evenings working and Roy 
and Ann became intimate with each other. 

With their father gone, and their mother working days and evenings, the two 
children were forced to attend to their own needs at home, and were left in 
a more isolated setting, an environment in which they found ample 
opportunity to become involved with each other sexually. 

Roy had always been a sexually precocious boy and, in this new situation, it 
was not surprising that he should direct some of his sexual energies toward 
his younger sister, Ann. And Ann, no longer able to receive the attentions 
and affections of her father, now that he was gone, turned to her big 
brother as a source of those needs. Thus, at a time when Roy was bursting 
through his adolescent period of psychosexual development (a period full of 
sexual urges natural at this time in every boy's growth), and when Ann was 
entering her years of puberty (a time in a young girl's life when she is 
most curious about the opposite sex), it is easy to understand how the two 
children began playing with each other in sexual ways. 

As Ann revealed in her recounting during her psychoanalytic sessions, the 
relationship that grew between her and Roy began in quite natural ways 
playing with each other, wrestling on the bed together, dressing and 
undressing in front of each other. Little by little Ann's attraction for her 
brother grew until, by the time she was ten or eleven, her interest began to 
take on definite erotic meanings which were quite conscious. She began to 
realize that she could create a sexual response in her brother by exhibiting 
herself in front of him in the nude. He would, in turn, display his 
masculine organ to her, and eventually she allowed Roy to fondle her 
genitalia while she fondled his. 

As might have been expected, Roy carne to the point of encouraging his 
sister to perform fellatio on him, praising her after she pleasured him in 
this way. Naturally, Ann was to develop a fixation for her brother's organ 
and a strong urge toward performing fellatio. To her, it was natural for a 
girl to do this with a boy, especially her own brother. 

After their mother remarried, when Roy was nineteen and Ann was fifteen, the 
opportunities for their intimate sexual contact were reduced, for their 
mother was able to quit her night-time job and be at home in the evenings 
with her two children and the new husband. This created a severe problem for 
Ann in that her habituated intimacy with her brother was threatened. She 
became more irritable, temperamental, and given to periods of depressions 
that created problems for her in her schoolwork. Neither Roy nor Ann had 
good scholastic records, but now they were becoming even worse. And the 
presence of the new stepfather didn't help matters, for he was a coarse man 
who showed little affection for his stepdaughter, and outright hostility for 
his stepson. He also drank to excess, and on most occasions of drunkenness 
was hostile and offensive. 

Roy dropped out of high school in his anxiousness to find a job and get away 
from home, since his life there was becoming unbearable. When he left 
school, Ann soon followed suit, and by the time she was fifteen, she had 
lost all interest in finishing her education. 

Their mother grew despondent at seeing her children turning out so badly. 
She became depressed, morose, and finally ill with a heart condition. She 
died when Roy was twenty and Ann was sixteen, leaving them alone with the 
stepfather whom they hated. 

Several specific elements, therefore, may be gleaned from Ann's background 
to explain her compulsion and her neurotic dependency on her brother. It was 
slowly revealed over a period of more than a year of psychiatric treatment, 
that she had experienced the following manifestations of neurosis from the 
age of about eight up until the time of her confinement in the hospital: 

1) Sexual fantasies, during masturbation, involving her brother, Roy, in 
which she imagined having sexual intercourse with him and being carried by 
him into a magical paradise where they were the only human beings living. 

2) Occasional dreams, starting around the age of eleven, that involved 
various sexual acts with her brother, acts that usually culminated in her 
performing fellatio upon him. After these dreams, she sometimes felt some 
anxiety and natural frustration. 

3) Sadomasochistic dreams and masturbatory fantasies of pluralistic sex acts 
in which two men would ravage her. One of the men was always her brother. 

4) When she was sixteen or seventeen, the time just prior to her being 
brought to the hospital, she began to have dreams and fantasies of herself 
as an inmate of a prison camp. At this prison camp, she would be forced to 
perform various perverse and humiliating activities with a succession of 
males. 

Through intensive study her neurosis came to be more clearly understood. The 
fantasies and dreams were her hidden urges coming in conflict with her 
identity as an acceptable member of her society. She was trying to 
compensate, to satisfy the neurotic sexual hungers that resulted from her 
childhood fixation and frustration that centered around her brother. Her 
fantasy of being kept in a prison itself a symbolic representation of her 
society and its expectations of her was her way of trying to resolve, the 
guilt conflict that arose between her libidinous desires and her conscience, 
her need to achieve and maintain some acceptable position as a member of her 
society, before she could be accepted, it was necessary first to find social 
redemption and forgiveness through the ordeal of punishment and humiliation 
as payment for her "sins." 

The pluralistic fantasy, or for that matter the pluralistic reality, seems 
to promise for this type of neurosis a total kind of sexual gratification 
and fulfillment. But, as most psychologists will testify, a neurotic is 
defined, in part, as being incapable of ever fully reaching his goal, of 
being repeatedly frustrated in his search for lasting gratification. The 
neurotic of this type who is burdened with strong sexual fixations is caught 
in a "vicious circle" of pursuit and half-captured fulfillment He is often 
burdened by the compulsive drive toward something new and more potent, 
toward variation and new stimuli. If the craving becomes unbearably great, 
as it apparently did in this particular case history, the neurotic may 
suffer from attacks of hysteria, uncontrollable rage, deep depression, or 
even more explosive manifestations of pent-up frustrations--frustrations 
that usually have their beginnings in the earlier years of psychosexual 
development. 

As psychologists and researchers learn more and more about the important 
patterns of human psychosexual development, it is becoming easier to accept 
the idea that the various forms of adult sexual behavior patterns are, to a 
great extent, the expressions of a deep-seated wish to perpetuate the 
emotional and sexual world of childhood. An analogy to the case history of 
Ann and her brother Roy may be seen in one of Wilhelm Stekel's cases, 
related in his Patterns of Psychosexual Infantilism: 

My patient also remembered that as a child she used to sleep in a crib 
standing between the beds of her parents, and that she overheard many 
things. Her pluralistic tendencies were rooted in infantile experiences... 
The patient's state was further illuminated when it was found that she had a 
pathological fixation upon her own brother. The large penis she always saw 
in her fantasies was that of her brother on whom she had performed fellatio 
when she was a child... The pluralistic setting of her fantasies was in 
essence the fulfillment of the infantile wish of petting with her brother in 
the presence of the copulating parents. 

Certainly, in view of mid-twentieth-century studies such as those of Kinsey, 
Goldstein, and many others, sexual contact between siblings at various times 
in their childhood is anything but rare; and more, according to the concepts 
of Freudian psychologists, the "family of orientation" is more than lightly 
tainted with incestuous elements, conscious and unconscious. 

What were the circumstances, however, that ultimately led to Ann's collapse 
and to her confinement in a hospital for a period of recuperation under the 
careful guidance and help of her psychiatrist? The following narrative of 
her trip with Roy to California, of the experiences that she encountered 
there, and the emotions that those events brought to the surface, sheds some 
light on that question. 

* * * 

After Roy and I arrived in L.A., we stayed a day in the Hollywood area, 
trying to get an idea of how and where to settle. We ran into a young hippie 
couple, who were also from Chicago, and became friendly with them. They were 
living with some other kids in Santa Monica and invited us out to stay with 
them for a day or two. So, we got in their car and headed, out on the 
freeway toward Santa Monica. Naturally, Roy and I had a thousand questions 
to ask them. There wasn't a dull moment. 

"How long have you been out here?" I asked Millie, the cute little blonde 
chick sitting next to me in the back seat. 

"Oh, about six months," she said. "And has it been wild!" She explained how 
she and her husband, Rick, had crashed in this house in Santa Monica when 
they first got to L.A., and were still living there, sharing the rent. She 
also explained how lots of newcomers could pick up a little money from the 
tourists on the beach, by 'selling the wares,' as she put it. 

Millie and Rick introduced us to several other persons who lived in the 
house in Santa Monica. They were all in their twenties, hippies who were 
hustling one way or another to make a few bucks. Everyone chipped in on the 
rent, so it wasn't too expensive to live like that. Things were a little 
crowded, and I didn't care for all those cute girls hanging around so close 
to Roy all the time. That's what bothered me the most. I felt more and more 
nervous over the next few weeks, because it seemed to me that Roy and me 
were drifting slowly apart. 

Roy and me shared a small room in the house. The only thing the room had in 
it was a mattress, two ashtrays, a dirty old throw-pillow, and a closet. We 
bought a couple of sheets for the mattress, mopped the floor, and did what 
we could without spending too much money to make it some kind of a home for 
us, at least for a short while. 

For the next couple of weeks, Roy and I made the beach scene, swimming and 
playing with some of the other kids we met down there. I became more and 
more depressed as time went by. Roy seemed to be having great fun with the 
other pretty girls and left me sitting by myself on the beach. One day I got 
madder than hell and threw sand in his face, then ran back to the house, 
crying and feeling terrible. I threw myself on the mattress, sobbing. I was 
still crying when Roy came stalking into the room. 

"What in the fuck has gotten into you, Ann!" he yelled. "You're driving me 
up the wall with all this childish shit! Now just shape up and get your shit 
together, or I'm taking off for Frisco by myself!" He sat down on the bottom 
of the mattress and lit a cigarette. 

"I'm... so-sorry... goddam it!" I wailed and threw myself into his arms, my 
face buried in his crotch. 

"I'm sorry, baby... don't cry, darling," he said, running his hands over my 
back tenderly. "You know I wouldn't leave you." 

"I'm just jealous of that little bitch you've been making eyes at," I 
whimpered, wiping the tears from my eyes with Roy's shirttail. "I know it's 
not right for me to keep you from having fun, but I just can't stand to see 
you making eyes at another girl." 

"Silly," Roy laughed and gave me a big hug. "The only reason I'm friendly 
with these chicks is because it keeps us in a more secure position here. 
We're running low on money, you know. As long as I give them enough 
attention, we stand a better chance of holding out here." 

"If that's all there is to it, then I won't bug you any more about it," I 
said, bringing myself a little more under control. 

"In fact," Roy said, pulling my face up and looking into my eyes, "we're 
going to have company for a little while tonight." 

"Who?" I said. 

"Millie. She's got the hots for getting into bed with both of us. Rick is in 
L.A. tonight, so she's going to slip into our room around midnight. You can 
work a little for me, this time, can't you, baby?" Roy asked, pulling me 
down on the mattress and giving me a deep-tongue kiss. 

"Of course, darling," I said, feeling much, better after a moment... 

"Hi, Millie," I said in a low voice as she tiptoed into our room that night. 
"Come over here and sit down." I patted my hand on the mattress. It wasn't 
long before the three of us were stark naked together on the mattress. 
Millie was sliding her tongue all around my tits, nibbling on my nipples, 
and pressing her hand over my cunt. 

"Oooooh, Millie, baby," I moaned, my eyes closing as she glided her tongue 
into my cunt and licked around inside. I was lying on my back, stretched out 
on the mattress, my legs in a wide angle, Millie was kneeling between my 
open thighs, licking and eating my ready pussy. 

Roy crept in behind Millie at this point and slid his cock into her cunt 
from behind, dog style. He gave her a delicious screwing while she drove her 
tongue deep into my vagina. God, it was great, feeling her hot mouth sucking 
on my pussy and her long tongue driving in and out of my cunt hole, and at 
the same time listening to her gasp and grunt in ecstasy while my brother 
slammed his big cock into her from the rear, giving her snatch one of the 
hottest fucks of her life. I could tell Roy was getting closer and closer to 
blasting. 

"Oh, Millie... shit... goddam,... oh, baby!" I started moaning as she drove 
her tongue rapidly in and out of my quivering hole. The more I gasped, the 
more wonderful things her mouth and tongue did to me. I felt like I was 
going to explode any second. I glanced up and saw Roy giving me his special 
sexy smile as he screwed faster and harder into Millie's snatch from behind. 
He held her hips firmly in his grip as he drove backward and forward. I 
could hear the fucking, sloshing sounds of his huge organ as it slammed in 
and out of her juicy love nest. He gave me a little signal with his eyes and 
mouth, indicating that he was getting ready to blow his wad into that 
boiling cunt of Millie's. I nodded to him, because at that moment I was 
going into my own orgasm. 

"Oh! Oh! Mi-Millie! UUUUNNNNGGHHP I screamed as my cunt squeezed suddenly 
around her tongue and started convulsing, my whole body trembling wildly 
beneath her. She wrapped her arms around my buttocks and held me tight as I 
spasmed against her face. 

"Oh, shit!" Roy cried, and his body jerked stiffly behind Millie's ass as he 
unloaded his hot juices inside her pussy. 

Then Millie went wild as she fell into her climax. She sputtered and groaned 
into my cunt, her tongue twitching insanely over my clitoris. Finally, the 
three of us fell to the mattress, exhausted after that wild little scene. 
Then I fell asleep. 

When I woke up the next morning, Roy was lying next to me, asleep. I looked 
at his handsome body and beautiful cock for several minutes, then slid my 
lips very gently down over his erection. 

I started sucking him slowly. He started breathing faster and faster in his 
sleep, his big cock making a big jerk every time I slid down the hard shaft. 
Finally, with a sudden stiffening of his body, Roy shot off deliciously in 
my mouth. Sleepily, he opened his eyes and saw my mouth around his hard 
organ. When his cock stopped spasming and shooting, he pulled me up to him 
and drove his tongue deep into my mouth, offering me big wads of his spit to 
mix with his wonderful come. I moaned and swallowed everything he offered 
me, wishing there was some way I could have even more of him all to myself. 

Later that week, I walked down to the beach, looking for Roy. Finally, I 
caught sight of him with a beautiful brunette. They were walking toward a 
parking lot. They got into a car and left. I suddenly felt really depressed. 
I headed back to the pad. When I got to the house, there were three guys 
there, sitting around drinking beer. As I walked past them, one of them 
reached out a hand and patted me on the crotch. I didn't say anything, I 
just walked on to my room. 

After a while, there was a knock on my door. "Who is it?" I said. 

"Al," came the voice. Al was a tall lanky guy in his early twenties. He 
opened the door and smiled at me. "How about a beer?" he said. 

"Sure, why not," I replied. I was thinking about lucking the whole goddam 
houseful, just to prove to myself that I could get along without Roy. 

"Do you know Lee?" Al said, motioning to another boy who followed him into 
the room. 

"No. Hi, Lee." I smiled. Al and Lee sat down at the foot of my mattress. Al 
handed me a can of beer. Then a third guy peeked into the room. It was Hank, 
a cute husky blond kid of about twenty. "Hi, Hank. C'mon in," I smiled. 

Needless to say, things started happening. I found myself getting hot with 
the desire to suck every one of those guys. I finally suggested that we 
should take off some of our clothes, because it was so warm. Before long, 
all four of us were naked. And the three guys were more than a bit warm. 
They were hot. 

Hank sat down on the edge of the mattress, next to my head. I could see his 
dick jerking, begging me to suck it into my mouth. I couldn't resist it any 
longer. I turned on my side and lowered my mouth over Hank's erection. 

"Yeah, baby... now we're cooking!" Al grinned when he saw me start sucking 
on Hank's prick. I glanced at him and saw his cock. It was a whopper, every 
bit as big as my brother's. And it was hard and shiny, waiting for the 
'baby-sister special.' Then I glanced at Lee. His dick was sticking out 
straight in front of him. It wasn't as long as Al's or Hank's, but it was 
thick and heavy looking, with big balls hanging under it. 

While I sucked on Hank's lovely fucker, Al eased up against me. He lay down 
on the mattress in back of me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and 
squeezed my tits with his big sweaty hands. I felt his cock sliding into the 
crack of my ass. It felt all greasy. I reached back, grabbed it, and gave it 
a hard squeeze. Then I guided it to my asshole. I knew how to get fucked in 
the ass, because Roy had fucked me that way a few times. He showed me how to 
relax my asshole so it wouldn't hurt too much when it first goes in. 

"Ohhh! Al, darling," I moaned as the head of his cock pressed against my 
quivering sphincter and began pushing slowly into my anus. Little by little 
it went in. I could feel the big head of Al's shaft sliding deeper and 
deeper up into my rectum, until I was filled to capacity. "Oooohhhh... Al... 
fu-fuck... me... baby," I whimpered as he held my hips firmly in his hands 
and drove every inch of his whammer up into my asshole. 

Al pulled me over on top of him. He was lying on his back on the mattress, 
and I was lying face up on top of his outstretched body. Hank squatted 
quickly down over my face and pressed his asshole down over my moist lips. I 
darted my tongue in. Then I felt Lee ease between my legs and press his 
thick cock into my oozing cunt. I am going to get the three-way treatment, 
at last, I thought to my= self. 

Al started pumping his hips up and down below me, driving his long shiny 
shaft in and out of my asshole in long smooth strokes. At the same time, Lee 
began hunching up and down, screwing and slamming his swollen club into my 
cunt mercilessly, like a little savage. And Hank gyrated his hot little 
asshole all over my face until I was gasping and groaning in a fever of 
sexual passion. I drove my tongue up into his anus, then left his asshole 
and pulled his cock down and sucked it into my mouth. He started bucking up 
and down gently, fucking his dick in and out of my mouth, his balls slapping 
my face. 

I grunted like a little pig as Al and Lee fucked into my hot guts, Al 
plowing his big cock faster and harder up into my rectum, and Lee stretching 
my sputtering cunt with that thick club of his. My guts were churning and 
boiling and erupting with incredible sensations, and my mouth was drooling 
and foaming and sucking as Lee drove his prick deep into my throat with 
every thrust of his hips. 

"Oh, shit!" I heard Al cry underneath me, his arms tightening around me. I 
felt his cock swelling inside my asshole as he pumped in and out of me. "Oh, 
mother-fucking shit!" he cried out. I felt his cock kicking inside of my 
rectum, flooding my asshole with hot juices. 

Here I come, baby!" Hank gasped immediately afterwards, as his cock spurting 
off inside my mouth. I felt big hot splashes of his come on my tongue. "Oh, 
Christ!" he muttered, his entire body shivering violently. 

Then it was Lee's turn. "Hey... everybody! Here I go!" he cried, pumping his 
pelvis rapidly between my thighs and driving his cock like a jack-hammer in 
and out of my convulsing cunt. 

"Ah! Ah! Oohhhhhh!" I cried at last as Lee's cock convulsed violently inside 
my vagina. I was coming. "Fuck me... you bastard!" I cried savagely, 
writhing and twisting and going wild. Al held me tightly in his grasp and 
Hank sat over my face as I went into my incredible climax. "God!" I 
screamed, my body jerking and shaking and shuddering. I could feel every 
muscle of my cunt gripping and squeezing Lee's thick cock as he slammed it 
deep into me, fast and hard. And I could feel the temperature of my vagina 
rise as he flooded my love hole with big heavy blasts of thick cream. 

Finally, it was over. The three boys pulled themselves up off the floor and 
left the room. I fell asleep on the mattress. 

I don't know why, but I got depressed as hell during the next two weeks. 
Finally, Roy threatened to leave me, and run off to Frisco with the broad I 
saw him with at the beach that time, the brunette. I went wild, crazy. 
Someone hit me, or something. Anyway, when I woke up, I was in the hospital. 

* * * 

The subject's hospitalization fortunately came none too soon. Ann has made 
rapid progress in her psychoanalytic therapy and is now an outpatient. She 
is working as a waitress in Santa Monica. Her brother, Roy, has found a job 
in San Francisco. Ann is not compulsively driven by thoughts of her brother. 
She has established a close relationship with a young artist in the Santa 
Monica area. Not surprisingly, her boyfriend looks very much like her 
brother, Roy. Apparently, she has finally made the necessary compromise, and 
found a way to achieve her aims in a socially acceptable manner. 

CONCLUSION 

Having taken an intimate look at five cases of oralism as it occurs among 
individuals from the lower income levels of our society, can one form any 
opinions, ideas, or rationales regarding the occurrence of oral urges and 
its relatedness to the limiting conditions of background and environment? 

Perhaps one can, if a few important aspects in the growth and psychosexual 
development of the individuals in the preceding histories are pinpointed, 
aspects that seem to have a direct bearing on their sexual behavior patterns 
and sexual attitudes. In this way, perhaps some basic conclusions regarding 
the formation of those patterns and attitudes can be reached. 

In the case of Tom and Frank, the two young Negro males who moved from their 
Kansas City background to the big metropolitan area of New York City, there 
are several factors that bear upon their inclinations to indulge in oral 
sexual activities. First of all, they grew up on a small farm in a rural 
area outside of Kansas City, during which time they were able to observe the 
sexual activities of various animals on and around the farm. Tom revealed 
that-he and his brother had, on many occasions, observed all manner of oral 
activities among animals, from simple nudging with noses to actual 
mouth-genital contacts in the form of licking and nuzzling. Thus, their 
first knowledge of oralism in sex came from their youthful observations of 
oral activities as it occurred in nature among animals. This "naturalistic" 
experience was to lay the foundation for their later adolescent oral 
experimentation. Tom, of course, was greatly influenced by his older 
brother's sexual behavior, and so one must admit the importance of sibling 
influence. The exhibitionism and voyeurism that frequently occurred during 
their double-dating activities as young teenagers, persisted even after they 
moved to New York City together and shared an apartment in Harlem. Coming 
from a poor rural background, living on a small farm, being thus closer to 
nature than their city counterparts, Tom and Frank were conditioned from a 
very early age to consider oral activities as something natural rather than 
unnatural. 

What about the case of John, the young man who grew up as an only child of a 
struggling couple who lived in rather isolated conditions in West Texas? 
What experiences occurred in his life to set the stage for his later oral 
compulsions? First of all, as John related, he observed his father 
performing cunnilingus on his mother, and grew up with the fixation that 
females are greatly pleasured in this way. By the time he left home and made 
his way to big-city life, where he strived to make a career for himself as a 
gardener and landscape artist, John was a prime target for older females 
lonely wives, middle-aged widows who found it quite easy to seduce him into 
various sexual trysts with the maids who worked for his wealthy clients. In 
John's case, one cannot minimize the importance of his childhood 
observations of his parents' sexual activities in laying the groundwork for 
his later oral proclivities. 

In the above two case histories, there was little evidence of sexual 
repression in the psychosexual development of the individuals concerned. 
Instead, the forces involved in the formation of oral urges were more 
positive than negative. In the following three studies, however, one can see 
the effect of negative factors on the psychosexual growth and maturation of 
individuals, negative factors that, in combination with direct experience, 
seemed to play an important part in forming patterns of oralism. 

For example, in the case of Maria, the Mexican-Italian girl who grew up in a 
very low income environment, one sees the results of prejudicial and 
erroneous ideas, the lack of adequate affection from parents or parent 
substitutes, and the influences of an older male cousin, Pepe, who guided 
Maria into the performance of fellatio upon him and various members of his 
gang. Maria, hungry for acceptance and affection, was conditioned by her 
cousin at an early age to believe that the way to win a man's love and 
affection, and thus develop a relationship which would lead ultimately to 
marriage, was by pleasuring him with her mouth. It wasn't until she was in 
her early twenties that she came to realize that her sexual prowess and 
expertise, and her sexual aggressiveness, was more of a hindrance to her 
goal of marriage than a help. Thus, one can see the conflict that arises 
among the less educated and lower income groups in regards to sexual mores, 
for as a number of researchers and sociologists have pointed out, sexual 
codes are generally based on repressive religious doctrines, and erroneous 
concepts handed down from generation to generation within the low-income 
groups. 

What, then, are some of the basic conclusions that may be set down regarding 
oralism among the poor? 

First, the biological genesis of oralism, as it occurs not only in man but 
in many lower animals as well, must be understood. Second, the observations 
of parental sexual patterns that a young child must inevitably experience 
under crowded living conditions must be taken into consideration. Third, the 
gang influences, which seem to occur much more frequently among low-income 
groups than they do among the higher income groups, must likewise be 
considered. Fourth, the importance of sibling influence in the initiation 
and continuation of oral activities must be recognized. This kind of sibling 
influence, as one would naturally expect, is more frequent and more direct 
under the crowded living conditions of the poorer classes. 

Finally, the importance of repression in the psychosexual development of any 
individual, whether from the lower classes, middle classes, or upper 
classes, must be understood. If a child is conditioned to feel guilt about a 
certain kind of sexual expression, be it oralism, masturbation, normal 
sexual intercourse, or homosexual involvement, that repressed need or 
feeling may find expression later on in his adult life. 

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