According to a report published by a research team from the Kinsey Institute For Sex Research headed by Paul H. Gebhard, many of our criminal sexual assaults are committed by persons who have developed compulsive habit patterns. Oftentimes, practices developed in early adolescence are difficult to break and are carried into adult years. While some of these people are able to rationally understand what they are doing, they seem neurotically drawn to their compulsive habit patterns and show signs of extreme stress when unable to indulge in their particular obsessions. A classic case was reported recently by a psychiatrist in Ohio concerning a nineteen-year-old boy who masturbated as often as seven or eight times a day. The strange part of it was that he was married to an extremely attractive girl. In his early teens, the young man had resorted to masturbation as an exclusive means of satisfying his sexual appetite (as do most young men), but he began to more and more rely upon the act to relieve various anxieties as he grew older. Finally, the psychiatrist was able to show him that a good deal of his anxieties were caused by the guilt feelings he associated with his masturbatory behavior.
While the subject of the case history we are concerned with in this chapter did not have any trouble in adapting to heterosexual contacts, the extreme fascination he developed for oral love-making could label him a compulsive oralist. It is extremely unusual to find one so young as he becoming so affixed to a particular aberration, but the circumstances from which he drew his earliest experiences had a large part in forming his later preferences.
Case HISTORY: Clark R., Age 16.
There's nothing more out of sight to a chick than getting head. I should know. I've had lots of chicks tell me that. they'd rather get head from me than ball any ten guys. I guess I've got a tricky tongue or something."
All this from a fifteen-year-old entrepreneur of the erotic arts. But Clark has had more experience in the oral aspects of lovemaking than most people twice his age. He had an excellent instructress.
Clark lives in a low-middle income housing project with his father. The youngest of four children, he has been pretty much on his own since he was eleven, his mother having passed away several years before, and the last of his elder sisters leaving home to be married at that time. His father is a construction worker and away from home when Clark gets out of school, leaving the youngster several hours to himself.
It was from his next door neighbor that Clark received his early sex education. Marge was no mean novice when it came to seducing young boys: her husband had divorced her after a dispute that arose from an incident involving a neighborhood youth. He had come home early from work one day and found his wife performing fellatio upon a thirteen-year-old boy. Subsequent to the divorce, Marge had undergone several years of intensive psychiatric care before she had come to reject her therapy sessions and had moved to another city to start afresh. Securing a job as an operator and renting a small home next door to Clark's, she went into a life of semi-seclusion. She dated infrequently, having little interest in men her own age. She preferred to spend her idle hours at her small home which she shared with her miniature poodle, Arnold.
But there was more to her non-working time than Arnold. One of the prime reasons she had taken the training to become a telephone operator was due to the fact that she could arrange her working hours so that she could often work nights, leaving her days free to participate in her favorite pastime-hunting out young boys to seduce. The urge had been too powerful for even her lengthy therapy to cure; the desire was as strong as ever. And, as any psychologist can tell you, the desire to change one's behavior must be present in order to effect a change.
This time, Marge was much more careful in her screening of applicants for her matronly attentions. Not wanting to risk another embarrassing situation as had developed in her home town, she was very cautious in her approach, trying to hint around with the various boys she engaged in conversations from time to time, trying to pry information from them. This way she was able to decide whether or not the boy had previous experiences in sexual matters, not wanting to take the chance of seducing a complete novice who might suddenly balk and wind up exposing her secret to a parent.
There had been Tommy. Tommy, the fourteen-year-old newsboy who proved to be not nearly as experienced as he had boasted, but then that's the way all teenaged boys were anyway… men too, Marge concluded. But he had worked out pretty well, what with her expert training. Damned shame his folks had moved to another part of town just when she was getting him to be a cunning cunnilingust, as she called those that qualified for one of her higher honors. The new newsboy was just too young…
maybe eight or nine. Anyway, he looked like an overly-plump Mouseketeer or something.
Then there was Eddie, the kid that cut her lawn once in a while. Too eager-getting to be like the older men that she disdained. All ego and no orgo. Demanding and rough. He still did in a pinch.
Other times, she had picked boys up in the park, offering them financial rewards for their endeavors. But on her tight income that carne to be a little expensive. Besides, it was sort of risky where total strangers were involved.
What she really needed was a novice-that was the biggest kick, teaching an initiate all the facts. At least all the facts she wanted them to know. Marge had a specialty… oralism.
There was nothing better than teaching a young boy the proper way to worship the female, how to adore her with his lips and tongue. But it was so risky with the unlearned… where could she find someone to suit her purpose? Then she spotted
Clark.
He was young, going on thirteen at the time. She had talked to him several times across the backyard fence and he sure seemed to be more interested in baseball than bosoms. Perfect! She could get him interested. But it had just been during the last few weeks that she had given him any consideration as far as sexual matters. He was at that early stage of adolescence where boys shoot up like weeds overnight. He was losing his baby fat in the process, retaining just enough to give him that childish appearance that she was crazy for. And that slob of an old man of his worked late… it could be worked out just perfectly.
That is, if she could get Clark to see it that way.
As it is with the best laid plans, they usually work out better by chance. And just by chance one day, Arnold scampered out the front door and escaped as Marge was leaving to go to the market. And just by chance, Clark was walking up his driveway upon his return from school. As Clark tells it:
"I was walking up the driveway, coming back from school when that little dog came yapping up to me. Belonged to the lady next door-one of those Pygmy Poodles. Never liked those dogs. Prowler comes, and those damn dogs just run around in circles and piss all over themselves. Anyway, about that time the lady that owned the dog yells out for me to catch him, so I threw down my books and picked the little shit up… yapping and pissing at me all the time, So I go on over to take him back to her. Man, I hadn't really noticed that chick before! Maybe it was just that I was just starting to get into digging broads, I'm not sure. Whatever… she was really an out of sight old broad. She had on one or those knit jersey tops and her lungs would've broken right through it if she took a deep breath. She was a little heavy through the
hips, but they were nice and curved. She had on shorts and I could see that she had some really neat hips. Knocked me out.
"So I handed her dog back, and she puts him inside and shuts the screen door on him and starts rapping with me. Now remember, this was a few years back-I didn't have too much experience then. Man, I must've been like twelve… almost thirteen. I mean, I had heard a lot of stories from my friends, and once, when I was about nine or so, my cousin had dropped her drawers to let me see what it looked like. That wasn't too neat though-she was only around seven then. So the way this lady comes on… well, I, just sort of played into her hands since I didn't know too much about sex or anything.
"She started asking me about different things, like what a 'handsome young man like yourself' did for kicks. So I guess I told her about baseball and a lot of-stupid crap like that… dumbo for sure. Somehow we got to talking about school and I told her what a tough time I had with math. Well, she tells me that she knows all about math,-that she was a whiz at it in her school days and asks me if I'd like a little help. Sounded like a pretty good idea to me-I hated math, and about the only help my old man ever gave me was to tell me that he'd beat the shit out of me if my grades didn't go up soon. I ran over to pick up the books I'd thrown down when I got her dog, and came back to her house and went inside.
"As I sat there on her living room couch, while she went to the kitchen to fix us some iced tea, I had a funny feeling come over me. Like I had some kind of a flash that she wanted more from me than just to help me with my homework. It was a little scary, since I didn't know one thing about doing it, yet I was kind of hoping.she might want to show me what it all really adds up to, if you know what I mean.
"She came back into the living room with a big glass of tea for both of us, and sat down next to me on the couch. She crossed her legs and I couldn't help but suck in some air when I saw that skin close-up like that. She had a good tan-I'd seen her in her backyard sometimes in her swimsuit, with just a few blue veins showing through like older chicks get after a while. I don't know why, but seeing the veins under a chick's skin has gotten me all shaken up ever since then. Couple years later, I ate out this chick who had been knocked up by this friend of mine. She was about seven months gone, and those veins running across her swelled gut just about blew my mind.
"We didn't get down to the homework right away. We just sat and rapped. She told me she was divorced, where she worked-all that. I guess I was giving her just a little too much of the 'respect your elders' crap that my mom had taught me, 'cause she told me to quit calling her Ma 'am and to call her Marge. As time went on, I never could get her to tell me her exact age, but she was somewhere around thirty-five. She was real uptight about it.
"We finally got around to the homework. She took one look at the book and about shit-she didn't know it was the new math. Like to me, it's the same old lousy math, but to the old times it's new. I don't think she was too interested in helping me with my homework anyway-it was just an excuse to get me inside. What we ended up doing was the best homework I ever did.
"Then she started asking me some questions, kind of hinting around about things, you know. She asked me if I had any girl friends, and when I told her 'no' she really acted surprised. I'm not sure exactly how the conversation went, but the next thing I know we're talking about sex. She was rapping on about things I'd never heard of but I pretended to be hip and just sort of nodded my head. She asked me if I ever had any. Well, the only thing I could think of was that time with my cousin when I was younger. Only I lied a little and told her that I got to feel my cousin up a bit… that kind of stuff.
"Marge smiled and threw her head back in her amusement, and those giant tits popped out, liking to break right out of the material. She told me that it was obvious that I had a lot of learning to do. I was pretty shy in those days, so I guess I must've blushed a little or something. Well, before I could tell what was happening, she reached over and hugged me up close to those big tits. I had expected them to be sort of hard, but they were nice and soft and springy. I get kind of confused about what happened next-I got too caught up with feeling those big jugs up against my face, but I know that she started coming on to me about how she could show me lots more than I knew-as long as I wouldn't squeal to my old man or anything. So I assured her that everything would be cool and she told me to follow her to her bedroom.
"When we got inside the bedroom, she started pulling her top up slowly, revealing those big tits. I never thought that nipples were so big, but she sure changed that idea in a hurry. She had the longest one's I'd ever seen-it looked to me that they were longer than an inch, but then a lot of that was due to my excitement at seeing them. I think the outside rims (areola) must've been bigger than most girls' tits. Just like eggs-sunny side up.
"She sat down on the bed, tits flopping down almost to her knees, and motioned me over. I think I tripped over my feet, I was so intense on those mothers of hers. When I got over to the bed, Marge reached out and grabbed my hands and pulled me down on her. Next thing I know, I'm staring straight into the front end of a Cadillac. Somehow I just started my tongue going-instinct or something, and right from there my famous mouth got its start. While I captured one of her tits In between my teeth, Marge started laughing to beat hell and said that she could tell I was a natural born lover.
"She let me have my way for a little while, just smothering my face in those big pink pillows, my tongue working overtime all around them. It was a real trip, the way they were soft and yet firm at the same time, sort of springy like.
"I could feel my prick getting stiff inside my jeans, and she must have sensed my arousal 'cause she pushed me back and I fell to my knees so that I was kneeling on the floor between her legs. She then hooked her thumbs in her shorts and started pushing them down slowly. Pretty soon, it was obvious that Marge wasn't wearing any panties. I about came in my jeans as I watched the white rolls of skin beneath the darker line where she was tanned appear. As my eyes came in contact with her silky dark pubes, I sniffed up the strong aroma of her cunt-a smell that has since driven me out of my gourd every time. From out of that pubic jungle stared her inviting pink lips. Marge didn't have to say a word. I just looked up to her and she nodded for me to continue. I didn't have to be told twice what to do.
"It was later that she told me how she liked to have her cunt scarfed. I just was continuing what I had already started upstairs. It never occurred to me how I was playing right into her hands. Or pussy. Whatever. It just seemed so natural anyway. Maybe if she had played me into whipping her or something like that I would've done that… I'm not sure. This being my initiation, I was game for anything concerning sex. But I'm glad it worked out the way it did, 'cause I just came by eating snatch naturally and I've been hung up on it ever since. And it's something that practically every chick really craves, so it's worked out real well for me.
"She helped me, clasping her hands behind my head to guide my tongue to the target. I reached up to spread the lips of her twitching cunt as Marge instructed me to go to work on her trigger. Her clit was already stiff-I was fascinated by the sight of it and the big purple-pink fold underneath it. Her clit wasn't very big, but I really had nothing to compare it with.at the time. One girl I met later, Eve, had a clit that was longer than some guys' pricks…
"I went to work around her trigger and soon Marge was yanking hard on my hair in her excitement. I was getting pretty excited myself and I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. A lot of guys I've talked to lately say that they don't get too turned on by eating a chick, but that they do it so that the chick can get her kicks. Me… I don't even need any ass. Just as long as there's plenty of cunts around for me to scarf. Just doing that is enough for me to get my load. And most chicks I've talked to say that I can do the job better than anyone they know. I think it's for two reasons: I've got an extra long tongue that can practically tie itself in a knot; and I really enjoy my work.
"After I had worked Marge's clit for a couple of minutes, I suddenly felt her body tense. I pulled back a little, looking up between those mountains of hers. Her eyes were all glassy and her face was frozen into a weird grin. Just about as soon as she had stiffened up, her whole body slumped and I felt some hot liquid on the side of my face. Man, when old Marge came, she came in quarts! I've heard a lot of bullshit about how chicks don't shoot off like a guy. That may be true, but I haven't found one broad yet that stayed dry long after my tongue went to work on her.
"Well, when I realized what I'd done-making that old chick turn on like that, I shot my load off in my pants. Now, I've heard a lot of talk about masochists and shit like that, and that a guy like me must be one. You know, the whole bit about being submissive and. catering to the chick's whims. Well I don't happen to figure it that way. See, it's like this: what I do to a chick makes them go absolutely nuts, right? The chick digs it so much that she goes out of her way to please me… some of them end up begging me to do it again. So the way I see it is that I have control over them, not the other way around. And that's what makes me make it. Every time has been like that first time with Marge, when I-realize what I can do to a broad with my cute little old tongue. So once a broad is making it and going crazy… I make it. That's the straight
shit.
"Once we had both relaxed for a while, Marge hoisted me up and began to undo my pants. She started giggling when she saw my sticky shorts and saw that I had already made it. Then she reclined on the bed and pulled me on top of her, guiding me through my first lay. I was sort of disappointed that I hadn't been able to get my tongue up inside her cunt yet, but it was a trip balling her too. She showed me how to keep my mouth active while were making it… love bites, blowing in her ears, trenching. It wasn't long, her grinding those fat hips against my pounding balls, before we both made it again. This time, the build-up inside my guts were even stronger than the first time-almost like when you've got to piss real bad, and when I came I just kept going like a machine gun until I could hardly move. Since that was my first ball, it left me a little weak, so I just rolled off Marge and collapsed while she ran her hands gently up and down my body.
"I must've gone to sleep for a few minutes, 'cause the next thing I knew there was a tickling sensation around my balls. I looked up and saw that piss-ant dog sniffing around my balls and yipping like crazy. I looked over at Marge, and she was laughing her fucking brains out. Well, I didn't much go for that dwarf dog messing around my jewels, so I slowly raised up my leg and kicked him away. Marge gave me an angry look, and told me not to ever do that again. She cuddled the little mutt up against her tits, telling me that he was just cruising my box out of curiosity. She said he couldn't help acting that way 'cause she had taught him how. When I asked her what she meant, she gave me the damnedest demonstration I'd ever seen.
"Sitting up on the bed with her legs spread wide, Marge placed Arnold down on the bedspread between her thighs. For such a stupid looking dog, Arnold sure knew what to do next. He started sniffing and licking around Marge's cunt, wagging his tail and yipping all the while. Now it was my turn to crack up-it was one of the funniest things I'd ever seen. She'd actually taught that damned mutt how to give her kicks in case nobody else was around. Marge was giggling her ass off at first as it must have tickled, but before long Arnold's tongue had her panting and moaning. Man, I'd heard the story about the lady and her St. Bernard, but I never really thought it was possible! It was too bad that Arnold was such a little shit, otherwise he could have lucked her too.
"I kind of wonder if Arnold really knew what was going on. The way his ass was pivoting around it seemed like he might actually be turned on by the whole scene. Marge finally had to give him a little help, reaching down with her hands and spreading her lips a little so that his tongue could hit the button. Arnold dove in farther, yipping louder than ever. It wasn't long before Marge's eyes were bulging again, as her body started jumping from another Big O.
"Marge pushed Arnold away and fell back to the bed exhausted. Before I could make a move, the little son of a bitch was back over by my cock sniffing around. Well, I don't give a damn how old Marge got her kicks-I wasn't going for it. All his snorting and drooling for me was tickle. Besides, he might have taken a big nip out of my cock or something.
"Marge opened her eyes and saw that I wasn't going for it, so she crawled down and put her lips to my cock. That was more like it! It was a really fantastic feeling, much better than a regular ball. Her mouth seemed to be so much more maneuverable than her cunt. Her tongue sliding up and down my cock, tickling the sensitive skin at the base. Her lips forming around my head, tightening and relaxing. Her hot breath blowing, sucking.
"I could' feel my guts tightening up fast. I grabbed at her hair, twisting it strongly in my fingers, and lay back as far as I could. Marge was an expert: using her fingers around my balls while she plunged her whole neck along my cock. I would have thought she would choke to death on it, but she told me later that the gag reflex is diminished during times of arousal and all. I'm sure glad I don't swing gay myself, 'cause in spite of what Marge says about it, I'm sure I would choke to death sucking a cock.
"When I made it this time, it was about ten times better than the other. I really blew my cookies. It kind of shocked me, the way Marge just kept sucking away. You know the dirty stories when you're just a kid about a girl who swallows come is about the raunchiest thing going? Well, up till then that's the way I had felt. But it was a really beautiful thing the way she did it. Made you feel really strong.
"After that first time, I was over at Marge's every chance I got. She taught me just about everything I know as far as sex goes. Arnold finally got into an act with me-it wasn't too bad after the tickling sensation was over, but he never got me to the point of blowing my cookies. Usually when Marge and I made it together, she would let him in on her box, though. The more I saw of it, the more I was convinced that he was getting some kind of a turn on out of it. Or whatever dogs get.
"The more times Marge and I got together, the less we balled. After' a few weeks, we limited everything to our mouths. Marge told me about other boys she had done it with in the past, and confessed that I was the only one that she had given any head. She always preferred to be the taker instead of the giver. But she figured that I gave her so much it was only right to return the favor, I guess.
"As I grew older, I began to date other chicks, but I still returned to Marge from time to time for my regular lessons. Besides, she was a real convenience living right next door to me like that. I soon learned that the word got around about a cat who could give head like me. Wow, I've had chicks come up to me in places like the school cafeteria and try to play up to me. If they're built for action, I usually end up in the sack with them, and many have later told me that they were a friend of so-and-so's and. that they had heard about my famous tongue.
"The only trouble I've ever run into was when chicks want a straight fuck and nothing else. Now usually I can change a chick's mind pretty fast once my tongue has gone to work, but there's been a couple of them who thought. it was weird' that I didn't want to ball them. One chick, after grooving behind the head I'd given her, was a real problem. Like once I've done a job on them, I sort of leave it up to them as to whether or not they want to go down on me. Like I said, I can get my rocks off just from scarfing the broad so it doesn't really matter if I get any more action or not. But this one chick practically insisted that I ball her. When I told her to go down on me instead, she refused saying that she didn't dig that. So, I climbed aboard, but the damnedest fucking thing happened-I couldn't get a hard-on. Like maybe it was because she had turned me off with all her arguments or something… I don't really know. But the fact is, I don't really dig balling all that much anymore. Not when there's something so much better.
"The scene with that chick sort of bothered me for a while, but after a few days I just figured that. it was her problem and not my own. Most chicks go completely wild over it. In fact, one chick got so excited about it that she shit right in my face while I was eating her. That turned me off real quick. Like I don't mind rimming a girl's asshole for her-I kind of dig it, but shit in the face is just a little too much, if you know what I mean.
"Besides that one chick, the only other problem I've had in the past couple of years happened last summer when my old man and I went on a vacation. My old man's idea of a really swell time is to go up north to a lake and sit in a boat with a fishing rod in his hands while he gets eaten alive by mosquitoes. I dig to get eaten, but not by mosquitoes! So he pulls me along with him every fucking year. Well, being stranded with my old man, I didn't have a chance to go out and find some scarf able chicks, and I was practically climbing the walls. Like if I don't have some box lunch at least a couple of times a week, I go practically nuts. As soon as I got home, I made a beeline to Marge's. I must've chowed down ten times that night. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have a box around to scarf. Probably wind up shooting myself."
COMMENT:
Clark R. came to our attention shortly after a situation in which a thirteen-year-old girl had balked at his sexual advances. She had hurried home when she tearfully reported the incident to her parents. The horrified parents notified the authorities and
Clark was picked up. After questioning, the authorities decided to put him under the care of a court-appointed psychiatrist.
Despite Clark's statement to the contrary, his form of devotion to his female companions was a sign of some latent masochism on his part. True, he was able to turn it around to his advantage in most instances, delighting in the way he was able to control the emotions of his lovers. What Clark wasn't able to realize was that his particular form of lovemaking was beginning to become an obsession with him and was, in a sense, his way of "getting even" with his mother. He subconsciously felt she had cheated him of her love when she had died. The psychiatrist was able to show him that his habit had begun to take on abnormal proportions when he started to narrow his sexual appetite to exclusive orality. Evidence of this fact has been his failure to achieve an erection for vaginal coitus with the one girl.
Although Clark began to understand his particular problem, as of this writing h_ has been unable to alter his habitual sexual pattern of orality. Psychiatrists today are finding their hands more than full when dealing with the Hew morality, especially among teenagers. Precocious children, such as Clark, find it hard to relate to people twice their age or older, many of whom have less pragmatic sexual experiences than their own. Perhaps the ultimate solution will come only after the laws are gradually changed to fit the morality shift.
As for Arnold? Little hope. He'll just have to be content with his particular doggie-style for the time being. The history of Mankind reveals that sexual deviations have been practiced through the ages. Oral love has ranked high in the various expressions of release. At one time oral love was considered to be "Immoral." Today, it is openly accepted and practiced. Not only that, but never and more exciting versions of this sexplay have been added to the original repertoire.
Due to the fact that oral love has become a more or less standard form of procedure in sex among both married and unmarried couples, some of the "forbidden" allure has vanished form the act. This has prompted. a large percentage of its exponents to experiment with new and more exciting variations on the theme. The case histories that follow concern some of the more unusual of these practices and the couples who turned to them for even greater gratification…
Case HISTORY
Ben H. had been a reserved 'lad most of his life. It wasn't until he was twenty-three that he really began to lose his shyness. With good reason. He met Sandy S., a lovely beauty contest winner and was tremendously attracted to her. Timidity, he realized, would not be of much value in catching the lovely Sandy's attention.
Sandy liked him. His sensitive approach appealed to her. As a matter of fact, had Ben behaved in the more aggressive fashion of most young men, she very well
might have discouraged the relationship. By the time Ben had managed to lose much of his shyness, Sandy and he were good friends.
The two dated for several weeks before Ben made a real pass at the lovely object of desire. This was brought on by some remarks he had heard at the County Courthouse where he worked as a recording clerk for the claims department. There was a news photo of Sandy in her Bikini accepting the trophy as "Miss Lake County." The picture showed clearly why she was selected. Beneath the beautiful face an even more lovely figure bloomed. Sandy had breasts that measured thirty six inches with hips of precisely the same measurements. Her waist was a willowy twenty-one inches. But what set her just one more notch higher than the other candidates were her legs. They were her finest feature. Not the pole-like limbs of a "Twiggy." They were full and curved. Set off by black, high-heeled pumps, they could arouse a Franciscan Friar to passion.
"Now, that's real eating stuff," sighed one of the young men, ogling Sandy's charms. He and another co-worker were admiring the girl's beauty unaware that Ben was in the next row of file cases and within hearing distance.
"Yeah… " the other agreed. "Anybody who'd put his dick into Sandy S. oughta be given the electric chair!" He sighed. "I tried to date her a dozen times but she always
stalled me!"
"Maybe she knew you wanted to eat her," the other taunted.
"I got news for you," the friend responded. "That wouldn't hold her back. I just happen to know a guy who muffed her! Not once, but a few times! But after a few times, she started brushing him."
Maybe the poor guy's tongue was taking too much of a licking!" They both laughed at this pun and moved out of the room where Ben still stood. Ben was shocked at the talk. He had the uncomfortable feeling that there was more truth than fantasy to what he had heard. Mingled with his reaction of shock was a strange feeling of excitement. The thought of his own bps pressed up to Sandy's lovely young vulva was not to be too lightly dismissed. He became fascinated with the idea of oral love and made a trip to a certain "art" store where books on the more fascinating elements of human behavior could be purchased. He found one on oral love that went into clinical detail on all aspects of the expression. Most of the reading proved to be a bit too scientific for Ben's satisfaction but he did glean some tips that he hoped might stand him m good stead should he ever succeed in getting Sandy into the position of acceptance. He re-read these portions over and over to impress them in his mind. To further insure success, he practiced what the book outlines in the privacy of his bathroom. He did not have the beauteous Sandy there to indulge his talent upon, so he was forced to settle for a compromise: two large pieces of beef liver sewn into a plastic bag in two separate compartments. The opening that resulted from this handiwork closely paralleled a woman's vaginal opening. Now,
Ben began practicing the art of Cunninlingus, utilizing the "tricks" revealed in the volume he had purchased.
He dated Sandy during this interlude but never could quite muster up enough nerve to do more than kiss her good night. His first real chance came at his own place. He had invited Sandy to have a "home-cooked" dinner with him. As usual, they got along famously. Sandy sincerely liked Ben and she knew how attractive he found her. The dinner proved to be a very fine one. Ben was a good cook and he had gone to special pains to produce a remarkable beef stroganoff main dish. After coffee, and as they were sipping brandy, Ben suddenly found the courage to express his true feelings about her. He told the girl that she meant more to him than any other person he had ever encountered.
"And I like you, too, Ben," she said.
"It's a lot more than liking, Sandy," he whispered. "A whole lot more. I want you to start thinking of me as a… as a, well… fiance!"
"But we hardly know each other" she was a little taken aback by this open declaration.
"I know all about you I need to know," he said. This, it proved, was truer than she suspected. "I want you for my own!"
Under his confession of love, and the warming effects of the brandy, Sandy mellowed. She told Ben that she was interested in him and she would continue dating him. Then, after a reasonable period of time she would be sure and in turn, he would be sure about her.
"But I'll go out of my mind in the meantime!" He shook his head. "Sandy, you don't know what you do to a guy! I don't think I can hold back that long!"
They chatted on and on. They sipped more brandy and it was then that Ben whispered his desire into the girl's ear. He confided that he wanted to kiss her body. Every inch of it.
"I'll start at your toes and work on up all the way to the top of your lovely head!"
"Ben!" she was startled to hear him talking like this, "I've never seen you behaving like this! What's come over you?"
"Your beauty," he whispered. "It's too much… please '" won't you slip off your clothes and let me have the pleasure of your loveliness… "
Sandy demurred, but not quite as positively as she might have if she hadn't had three glasses of brandy. It was at this stage that Ben took the initiative. He began
slipping her dress down from her shoulders. Sandy resisted, but not too much. She was not wearing a bra and the next thing she knew, Ben's hungry lips were kissing her breasts. Soon, he was working his tongue around the nipples and they began growing tense and larger. Ben worked diligently away and next succeeded in slipping the dress off all the way. Her filmy panties were removed after this and Sandy found herself gently pushed back onto the divan. Then, she felt Ben's hot mouth searching out her vulva. After a few moments, she was surprised to find Ben withdrawing his tongue. He called back to her to not move. He would rejoin her in an instant. She had no idea what he was doing and after a few minutes he reappeared. He was bearing a small porcelain bowl which was half full of steaming brandy. He placed the container on the coffee table near them and then struck a match which he held to the hot brandy. Instantly, it caught fire and a deep, blue glow played over the liquid. He let it burn a few seconds, then snuffed the flame out. Now, he took the hot brandy and took a big mouthful. It was hot, but he bore the pain stoically. He did not swallow the potent fluid, but with silent gestures, motioned Sandy back in the proper position. Now, he placed his tightly closed mouth up firmly against her vaginal opening. Carefully, he worked his oral area further inside her moist, hot womanliness. He wiggled his face gently to form a solid seal between her vagina and his mouth. Then, and only then, did he begin spurting the fiery brandy, drop by drop into her quivering cavity. He would spurt and then suck back part of the exciting liquid. He repeated this with increased speed so that the hot brandy would not cool down too much. Long before he had depleted his supply of the stimulating liquid, Sandy underwent seven full orgasms.
From this point on, Ben used other fluids besides brandy. He experimented with wines, whiskeys and sweet liqueurs. He also learned that the hotter the liquid was, the greater the thrill for his lovely partner. As his tongue and mouth became more accustomed to the hot spirits he began to branch out. He was soon able to mouth hot rubbing alcohol which created a tremendous aphrodisiac effect upon Sandy. Ben learned that he had to exercise unusual care not to swallow any of the rubbing fluid. Even a few drops caused nausea and stomach pain; But the result was so electrifying upon his partner that he could not resist favoring this method.
It is interesting to note that the un-attainable Sandy married him shortly after this series of experiments. Most of the people who were acquainted with the two newlyweds were puzzled how a shy, retiring young man like Ben could captivate such a stunning, sought-after beauty. Ben had a reply that revealed much more of his secret than one would suspect: "-You can get anything you want… once you put yourself up to it!" He did not reveal what it was precisely that he put up… nor to just what it was put up against.
Case HISTORY
The Pettiss were the average middle-aged American couple. Rick had married Jan when he was twenty-five and she was twenty-two. They had a girl baby one year after the wedding. After this, something went amiss and despite considerable efforts
in the bedroom, Jan was unable to conceive again. They sought advice from specialists but nothing came from it. Reluctantly, they settled down to raise their daughter to be an "only child." Sharon turned out quite well despite the adulation from her parents. She had several good chances at marriage, but decided she wasn't ready. After graduation, she enlisted in the Peace Gorps and spent two years in Peru.
During her absence, the Pettis found their love growing rather routine. They heard other couples hinting at oral love and at first, they dismissed the thought. But ultimately, the experimented and soon, it became the principal form of pleasure for them. By the time Rick was forty-two and Sharon thirty-nine, they had fairly well exhausted the varying methods of orality. Like ordinary sex, it had slowly begun to seem routine. Until one special night!
A combination of circumstances brought it all about. First, a violent and sudden electrical storm had arisen near midnight. Their six year old cocker spaniel, Rusty, was in terror of these storms and Sharon had permitted him to sleep at the foot of their bed instead of his usual spot in the kitchen. She let Rusty into their room and he cowered there during the storm. About two in the morning, Sharon got out of bed to open the windows because the storm had subsided and only a distant rumble of thunder could be heard as the wind died down. She stood at the window, stretching her arms upward and inhaling the fresh, rain-washed air. Suddenly, she felt Rick's arms stealing around her waist. He had gotten out of bed to quietly steal close. His hands roved and began to move toward her breasts. She had filled out considerably since her youth, but as far as Rick was concerned, it was all to the good. Soon, he had her negligee off and his own pajamas joined hers on the carpeted floor. His mouth expertly sought her nipples and he began sucking them. He dropped to his knees and now his lips were nibbling at her loins. He drew her down with him. He lay backward with J an facing the direction of his feet. This was one of their favorite positions for oral love. As Rick sucked and kissed and worked his tongue in and out of her vagina, she bent down and began kissing his penis which was fully erect. Then, she worked her lips down and around the length of it. They had engaged in the pastime so often, that it seemed "old hat" and orgasm would be a long time arriving for both.
Suddenly, a new element was introduced. Jan felt something at her anus. At first she thought it was Rick using his finger, then, it dawned on her that it was Rusty, their dog. She felt his tongue licking at her anal opening. She was about to break the embrace with Rick and order the animal out but she hesitated. The long, wet tongue felt good as it licked at her rectum. She permitted the action to proceed. But then, Rick realized he had a partner sharing Jan's charms. He sat up and was about to command the pet to leave when Jan stopped him.
"-Don't Rick. It's not Rusty's fault." She added. "Besides, it felt good!" Suddenly, a strange thrill played up and down her spine. "Let's have a little fun with Rusty!"
Rick was aroused enough to agree to this. Now, Jan lay on her back and lifted her thighs. Rusty sniffe-a bit and then moved in closer. As his tongue started licking her vaginal opening she wrapped her legs around the dog's body and drew him closer. His long tongue played over her clitoris and she was aroused to sexual frenzy such as she had not experienced in many years. Jan worked away with the dog until her passion was at its greatest, then she pushed the animal away and had Rich take his place. Barely had Rick let his tongue slide into her vagina when orgasm occured. It proved to be one of the most lasting and powerful ones she had undergone.
After that evening, Rusty was brought in for further oral love play. He soon learned to run his tongue over Rick's penis as well as into Jan's receptive loins. They also trained him to lick their respective anal openings for further excitement. Rusty's spot in the kitchen was soon a thing of the past. He slept at the foot of her bed every night where he was available for the enhancement of any sex activity that might come up. Oral love, without the excited Rusty to participate, seemed a bit dull to both people and they admitted it openly.
There is a fairly amusing aftermath to this particular case. Rusty succeeded in arousing such frenzy in his masters with his oral activities that they resorted to many unusual poses to attain greater gratification. Sometimes, they slipped far enough to have ordinary man-woman intercourse as the interested animal sniffed at the gyrating pair. On her fortieth birthday, Jan found herself pregnant! After all the years of frustration in having another baby, they finally attained their goal long after they were ready for it! Jan delivered a normal eight pound baby boy to the amazement of all her friends. But in her own words: "Better late than never!"