Chapter 16
CASE HISTORY
"Hey, that's enough, I'm getting jealous," Sheila shouted at her friend, Grace, who was busy tongue kissing a boy.
Grace, true to her friend's wishes, pulled her mouth away from Adam's.
"Ah, for Crissakes," he complained, "we were just getting started."
"You're still just getting started, Sheila told him.
Grace drew away from her date. Sheila took over. She crushed herself against the boy with such force that he fell backwards to the blanket. She was beside him in a moment, catching her mouth to his, winding her arms around him, pressing her large breasts to his bare chest, devouring him with her mouth, shooting her tongue hard and deeply into his mouth, rolling it there, snipping at his tongue, then drawing back and when he plunged his, taking it and drawing upon it as if she and her girl friend shared a single soda with two straws.
Grace sighed as she watched her friend and Adam roll together and lunge their bodies in contact at the thighs, cock to pussy, pressing and grinding and torturing themselves to each other in a motion of frantic, anxious giving and receiving.
"Don't let me disturb you two," Grace announced, "but I'm going to join the party."
Dynamically, she did join the party.
She reached a hand forward, then dropped it and clutched Adam's cock and squeezed him with all her might. And while the kiss between Adam and Sheila continued, Grace manipulated his cock through his trunks with the hard, squeezing motions that expressed her own desire.
Adam could hardly stand the double-attention his body was receiving. He arched deeply, offering more of himself for Grace's clutching fingers. And he knew them, too. But not in the way he anticipated.
"Hold it right there, baby," she said solemnly when Adam had arched deep, making a bow of his body that pinpointed the cramped material of his cock beneath his trunks.
Very carefully, so, so, carefully so as not to disturb the arch Adam made, Grace brought her fingers to either side of his swim trunks and gently tugged. They were wet and resisted her efforts. But she was determined. And Adam, still kissing Sheila even as his body writhed to Grace's touch, was cooperative. He made a deeper arch of his body. Grace tugged again. In a moment the trunks scampered down over his hips and knees and to his ankles from which position Grace jerked them free.
"Oh, my, what a hunk," she said, "Oh, my, oh, my, oh, my."
Adam's kiss seemed to become more intense when Grace clasped her hand upon him again. She squeezed. He kissed Sheila harder. She returned the kiss with the same fierce giving he imparted to her. And all the time he knew the squeeze and manipulation of Grace's wandering fingers as they explored the length and breadth of his cock, as they wandered and teased. And then she closed her fingers upon him again. And then—she grew disinterested in the one-sided love play.
"Man—I gotta get more of me into this," Grace declared.
Quickly and deftly, she disbanded her bikini from her body. Her breasts loomed forth like melons; ripe, anxious for their squeezing.
Grace paused for a moment to observe the kissing progress of Sheila and Adam. She could see their tongues trading penetrations of each other's mouth. Then she spotted Adam's hand and noticed that it had sneaked inside the bottom of Sheila's bikini. It was very busy there.
Grace's expression changed. It did not look jealous. Instead, it seemed to take on the characteristics of competition.
Very slowly, she moved to her hands and knees and perched her large breasts directly above the boy's pulsating cock. Then she bent a bit. Lightly, she swayed her breasts and nipped at the very topmost point of his penis head.
She heard his gasp and Grace knew that it came because of the new contact she had brought to his body, not because of the tongue kissing he received from Sheila. She swayed her breasts again, striking his cock harder this time, making him moan longer and louder. Then she swayed constantly back and forth, making a double pendulum of her breasts as they struck the seconds off against him, one, two, three, four ...
Sheila, obviously sensing the change in her shared lover's tempo of love, raised.
"Hey, that's not fair, honey. I'm still all bundled up in this old bikini."
"Then get out of it," Grace told her without slacking her pace, without missing a beat of her breasts against the cock.
Sheila tore her bikini from her body. Then she settled next to Adam again. She ran her fingers over the length of his bare body, lowering them until they very nearly came into contact with the beat, beat, beat of Grace's breasts against him, then raising them slowly up over his body, touching at the hard, round muscle area below his navel, then moving higher and higher and higher until she covered all of him and once more cupped his face in her desperate little hand.
Grace panted hard. She moved as fast as she could, then stopped. And then, after resting a second, she replaced the thump of her breasts for the great, cock-sucking effort of her mouth.
Adam jerked upward with a mighty surge as she came upon his cock, consumed him, then departed him before diving forward once again. And then again and again in a series of loving mutilations that seemed for all the world as if they might sear him, break his cock from his body.
Sheila, apparently noticing the new surge of Adam's body as he gave it in great arching motions for Grace's taking, looked up. Now she did not utter a sound, but instead, dragged herself width-ways across Adam's upper body, then positioned herself above him so that she could lurch her cunt downward for his oral taking just as he in turn lurched upward for the same effect from Grace.
They tore to their end like three blind animals, charging aimlessly but with great intent, then finding that for which they searched.
The three—Grace, her girl friend Sheila, and Grace's date, Adam—found their climax as one and howled their delight for the great discovery that they had made, a discovery that they immediately deemed to know over and over again, in different ways, with a rearrangement of partners and positioning, but always together.
CASE HISTORY
(More and more American females are becoming addicted to oral love, especially cunnilingus. This brief interlude enunciates a single experience in the life of a case subject whom we shall call Dorothy).
A great sweep of emotion cascaded through Dorothy's body when Jeff lowered his kisses to her stomach. She felt near convulsions so intense was the feeling that he caused her. Without will, her hands snapped to his head and pressured him tighter against her as her stomach muscles rippled and indented and rolled in spasms beneath his lips and tongue. And she uttered tiny, sharp gasps of pleasure for the contact, for the way his tongue lolled over her, the way it sharpened and hardened to make a biting attack at her navel in a signal of a similar penetration that might be made. He was like a vulture intent upon his prey, constantly burrowing, lowering, forcing himself closer and closer and closer into her flesh. And Dorothy loved his aggressiveness, his hard demand of her flesh for the careful, outer giving of stimulation incensed her as intercourse never had.
When Jeff lowered his oral attack, brought it to the hard roll of flesh beneath her navel, Dorothy contracted in a delirium of reaction: Her legs shot up, opened, and her hands pressured him tighter, fought to force him still lower.
Jeff paused for a moment. It was a moment that threatened Dorothy with loss of feeling, the discontinuance of the thrill that had been building. But it ended as soon as Jeff wrestled out of his trunks, then stretched lengthwise, and in the opposite direction, to Dorothy.
His very next contact told her what was expected of her. She did not mind. It was an action that was expected in order for her to know the benefit of his giving for herself. Jeff bent to her thighs and resumed his hard tongue lashing of her body. At the same time, he made a mighty thrust of his hips toward Dorothy. She knew his desire. Instantly, she bowed to it, at the same time bringing a thrust to her own body while she nestled her thighs in a new, hotter pressure of desire.
Very soon, Jeff was making the touches and penetrations of her body that had consumed her mind for weeks. And feeling rippled and then crashed through her body like an ocean, drowning even the realization of what she was doing for him. She did not care. She did it dutifully, without excitement for the act because that which she knew at her thighs was so intense, so gratifying and exciting that she would endure anything in order to know it.
At the last, after her body bounced in a steady rhythm of movement against his mouth and after her legs locked tightly around him, she began the soar to the skies, to that high plateau of feeling that churned her and crashed her and whipped her inside-out with sensations that had always seemed impossible. And the climax was meant for Jeff, too, but Dorothy was hardly aware of the reaction she had created. She was much too enraptured with her own feelings for total awareness of the phenomena she had herself caused.
Dorothy and Jeff met thrice more in their act of mutual oral love during that weekend. When he was again house guest at Dorothy's home, they lost little time in creating the opportunities to meet often. And at every sexual encounter, Dorothy reacted with greater and greater intensity to cunnilingus. The fellatio she gave meant nothing to her; it was the trade she bartered for the climax she attained.
Dorothy, having tasted the fruits of her misdirected sex drive, soon found intercourse actually repulsive for her. She refused it to her dates. But brashly, and speaking boldly of her desires for the first time, she offered them the oral trade she had learned with Jeff. None refused; all were delighted with Dorothy's originality.
Dorothy married at the age of nineteen. The event was promoted by her parents and it offered her a life of happy security with the wealthy young man who became her groom. But her disinclination toward intercourse and her fierce drive to know cunnilingual love as frequently as possible, soon brought a rift to the marriage and took the young couple to the psychiatrist's office where their problems were partially resolved and this report was benefited with this case history of sexual deviation.
AN INTERLUDE
"Switch partners," Gail called out when the music ended.
She hurried to the other boy and went within his outstretched arms. A new record started. They danced, Gail cuddling close as she had with Kent. And from this new boy she found the same hard response to her closeness. She encouraged it by thumping close, then away, then close again, and she smiled to herself as each new motion brought forth a greater response.
When the record ended, Gail turned around and said to her friends, "It's hot in here. I'm getting rid of some clothes."
The others laughed and shouted their approval as Gail pulled her sweater over her head, boldly revealing the white flesh of her body except for a black lace, strapless bra.
"Good, old Gail," shouted Kent. "Always the first to jump into the water." He stripped his shirt from his body, baring a hard, brown chest, which was only lightly sprinkled with hair.
"Yeah," agreed the other girl. "Gail's the leader—follow the leader." With that the girl stripped her blouse off.
The other boy shouted, too, then disrobed to the waist. And the four of them resumed dancing. Soon it became a game. At the end of each record, the partners would strip away another article of clothing, change partners, and return to dancing.
Gail, down to nothing but a skirt and the undergarments beneath it, felt the thrill of leadership, even felt that she could get her friends to do anything that she wanted. She was not sure what it was that she wanted, except that it hinted at some exceptional activity. She peeked from Kent's chest and saw the other couple embraced and kissing involvedly. And then she knew that she wanted them to share some community of sexual thrill.
Within fifteen minutes, Gail arranged that the four of them should change partners several times, by the rules, reducing their attire to nothing. Gail made Kent dance close to the other couple. She wandered her hand from her partner's neck to the boy next to her. She gripped him.
"Jeez," he moaned. "You're wild, Gail."
"Yeah, like a jungle cat," she replied.
She released the boy, then urged Kent, her partner of the moment, toward the fireplace and the bear rug that fronted it. She forced him to a sitting place. Then she turned to the others.
"Over here now," she said. "It's 'nature' time."
"Nature time," Kent repeated. "What's that?"
"That's for doing what comes naturally, and doing it together," she explained.
The boy made a grab for her, saying, "Now you're talking."
She pushed him back. "I said 'together,' and that means the four of us."
When the four of them were seated on the rug, Gail's girl friend looked a little bewildered and said, "I don't quite see how—how."
"You'll see," Gail told her.
Gail and Kent embraced, stretching long and prone upon the rug. The other couple did the same. The bodies of the four of them touched and thumped from time to time, adding, Gail was sure, to the excitement of the kisses that they traded. Several times Gail felt both the other boy's and her girl friend's body come in contact with her own nakedness. It excited her. And what excited her the most was the fact that she was somehow breaking rules of privacy that had always been obeyed. It moved her to increase the violation. Her hand sneaked out to caress at the other boy's chest, even as he was busy touching and kissing his date.
Breathing hard, Gail broke away from her own kiss and said, "All right, kiddies, let's get original."
She waited as the others' eyes turned toward her. Then very deliberately, she placed her hands against Kent's chest and pushed him flat on his back. She hovered over him a moment, her breasts dangling downward. Then she began a violent series of kisses upon his body, touching at all of him as she moved constantly lower. And at last she was at his thighs. She paused only long enough to motion to the other boy to come close. When he did, she jutted her buttocks toward him, indicating her wish for his entrance. When his hands were placed on her hips and he had attained a posture on his knees, Gail bent to the oral love of Kent. At the same time she whirled her buttocks. The boy behind her quieted them, then lunged forward. And then the three of them quickly established a rhythm of multiple love.
"Hey, how about me?" the other girl exclaimed.
Gail motioned with her hand.
The girl scampered close, then sprawled in a way that placed herself in direct proximity with Kent's hungering mouth. Then they, too, became joined and the four young people moved as a single unit of giving and receiving, lurching, whirling, bobbing, thumping and thudding and incessantly approaching the crescendo-zoom of outlet that their young bodies demanded.
The frolicsome multiple sex that the young people enjoyed was only beginning. They developed refinements and innovations, joining other teen-agers with them. Within months, the ultra-excitement of deviational sex consumed them, making them forget normalcy and everything but their ambitions for more bizarre sexual accomplishments.
And Gail was the leader. She continued in this capacity until complaints from school and parents brought her to the attention of a social worker who arranged for the girl's psychiatric treatment. The treatment was a long time rejected, and Gail did not know it's true benefits until she had suffered a nervous breakdown and was hospitalized for many months.
AN ANECDOTE
Larry started to rise and lower in an effort to make a more intense contact with her hair. Lithe and lean, very muscular, he exerted tremendous strength for even the very slightest movement. And Heather, watching his body twist and rise in passion to her hair, caught that passion as a more important part of herself.
After Larry had thrusted to a high pitch and Heather found herself dipping lower and lower, making a longer and faster trail of her blond hair against him, he called a sudden halt to the action.
"Oh, enough of that for now, little beauty," he exclaimed. "Now, we must play other ways."
Larry raised on the couch and urged Heather to lie on her back, stretching her naked body before him. Then he, just as she had done, took a position above her. But his intention was a combination of new sensations from which he would know the ultimate in hair-oriented, sexual satisfaction.
Larry straddled Heather with his knees, one on either side of her breasts, Then he raised a bit and arched his hips. He paused. Then he reached and caught all of Heather's heavy hair in his hands. He held it at a place above her breasts, combing it with the breasts, actually making a soft, warm nest of flesh and hair. Then he cupped breasts and hair together, thrusted and ran himself through the silken, flesh-hair cradle that he had made to receive him. He drew back, then moved again. Then again, a bit faster.
Heather, looking up at him, had the oddest sensation. It was as if a kind of mysticism had caught her up in a new adventure that promised the ultimate in excitement. And to increase it and enhance it, she arched in a manner that allowed her hair-draped breasts to provide a valley through which Larry's manhood sliced, back and forth, seeming to grow harder as he moved, but always constantly back and forth as if he were slicing some substance of life itself. And strangely, Heather felt the sensation travel clear down to her thighs again, heating her there and making a pulsation develop like none she had ever known, not even when she had been engaged in intercourse with any number of handsome boys and men.
Larry seemed to grow more and more excited. He began running strands of Heather's hair through his fingers as he moved, rubbing it back and forth between thumb and forefinger in signs of adoration. And all the time his breathing increased and his eyes strained, going oblong and pinching tightly at the corners as if they withheld the fury of all his emotions. And then they suddenly closed as he made a new, desperate arch forward, withdrew, and arched again.
Heather, receiving him, threw her shoulders back and arched even higher. She, too, felt great excitement rumble within her, but for her there was a lack on contact that she still needed. She raised her knees, braced her feet, then flopped her thighs together and away in a tense stammer that was the signal of her desire.
Larry caught it at once. Without missing a stroke or lessening the forward and backwards whip of his body, he rearranged his position, bringing one knee from the outside of Heather's hip and jamming it between her thighs.
"Ummmmmmmmm," she mumbled in appreciation for the new contact.
Now, as Larry continued to work high upon her body, he brought the same motion to his knee, working it back and forth against her young womanhood, grinding it to her, and letting her clasp it tightly with each new contact.
Their mutual speed increased. Their breathing choked and whistled and burst forth in dry, hot expulsions. And then, as Heather looked into the eyes of the man working above her, she knew that he was near his end. She knew, too, that it marked the end for herself for the feelings that were created at her hair-covered breasts merged with that thrust of Larry's knee against her femininity. And it burst upon her like a sudden fire, engulfing her, crowding her, creeping over her from toes to head at the very same moment that Larry groaned, jerked convulsively and lashed himself amid her hair and breasts like a madman—a madman who was knowing the hot, crazy release of deviational thrill.
Heather caught it all. She could not help but cry out and move faster. And as she did so, she snapped her thighs together and clutched them desperately to Larry's knee, grinding herself against it in order to know the maximum of thrill.
Soon, they rested, re-engaged in the same manner, rested again, then parted.
Heather became obsessed with her hair. She sought more and more ways to use it as a sexual inducement. She engaged in this manner with as many men and boys as she could. And she developed some highly complex methods of achieving orgasm without penetration.