Chapter 13
Learn By Doing
Margaret W. had an abnormal hymen. It was so tough that sexual intercourse was impossible, even after three months of marriage. Her husband's attempts to fuck her always gave her great pain.
A girl friend suggested she use a dildo, or something like an artificial penis, and slowly and carefully open herself. The friend claimed that she used an instrument six inches long and fairly thick, and that by forcing it in and out, she could enjoy orgasms until she was thoroughly exhausted and would go to sleep.
Margaret tried, but she was unable to break her hymen.
Her husband, Jim, was patient for a long time. Then, one night, he said, "If you won't fuck, suck me!"
Margaret shook her head.
Jim had been kissing her passionately, and she'd been liking it. He broke the kiss and whispered, "Go down on me!"
Margaret wanted his warmth and closeness, and she wondered if she could give him pleasure with her mouth, relieve the pressure of semen in his testicles.
Maybe she could satisfy herself that way, too. She tugged his pajamas down over his hips, kissed his chest, and tasted sweat. She rested her head on his chest and listened to his healthy young heart. She took his long, white, hard cock in her hand and squeezed. Then she pumped it slowly, and it made her feel more secure, more wanted.
Jim was quiet. She closed her eyes and lowered her head over his cock. She took it into her mouth, and it tasted salty. Then there was no taste, only the bulk of him between her lips, the sliding of him and the feel of his flesh against her moving tongue.
For a moment, she was alone with his cock. And then he groaned and she knew he was receiving pleasure that, until now, she had been unable to give him It thrilled her and made her suck faster.
She became the center of attention, for she knew he needed her! She was his world!
She shifted slightly to allow his fingers to find her breasts, to open her thighs and touch her slippery pussy lips, to probe, to find her hard clitoris.
He didn't press deep or hard, and she sucked enthusiastically on his rigid cock. She began taking more and more of it into her throat as he moaned and gasped. She knew he was getting close to a climax.
His obvious pleasure was her reward.
A tiny sympathetic spasming began in her womb as she felt him reaching the point of no control. She plunged her head faster and took his cock into the soft, constricting top of her throat. She felt his tension and shuddering as he cried out and jetted semen so thick and fast that she almost choked.
She gasped, too, as his fingers probed her pussy gently. She made urgent sounds as she drank his come. Her lips jerked and she finally released his wilting cock.
They both lay panting, gloriously content. She closed her eyes and begged, "Feed me more cock."
He was hard again. He pressed his great, thick prick against her lips. She opened wider and it slipped into her mouth. Her mouth stretched, and she fluttered her eyes open. His cock was huge, hanging from his loins. He was on his knees and elbows above her, his head toward her feet. "Lie still, honey," he said. "I'm going to fuck your mouth."
She gagged as his cock pressed against the back of her throat. The giant cock retreated, surged forward, filling her mouth. Then, unashamedly, his mouth came to her pussy and a tongue started licking her.
She became mindless, a body that gave and took, a mouth that was filled and battered by Jim's massive cock, a clitoris that pulsed with exquisite sensation from a fluttering, knowing tongue.
Then the cock thrusts became brutal, powerful, violent. Jim grunted, "Holy Christ! Shit!"
Thick spurts of semen flooded her mouth, and her throat worked to swallow. The thick cock was swollen, like iron! There was no room at all for the semen he was pumping into her mouth. It overflowed and ran down her lips and chin.
But she kept urging him on with her hands on his buttocks. Eventually, there was no more semen in him. He pulled his softening cock from her mouth.
He worked his lips against her pussy as her hands clawed his head. She whimpered and convulsed.
When it was all over, she lay there like a dead woman.
Jim began washing her face and neck. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. He smiled back.
She was content.
Shortly after that, the removal of Margaret's hymen brought a cure, but Jim and she continued oral love. They both got their greatest thrills from it.
The genital kiss is particularly calculated to overcome frigidity and fear in hitherto inexperienced women who have had no erotic practice. "Fingering" is highly stimulating, although the most dramatic arousal which the man can use is cunnilingus. He places his mouth against the vagina and sucks and kisses the lips and entrance to the vagina until he senses the woman getting 'hot'. Then he will quickly dart his tongue through the curtain of the lips and into the vagina itself, licking and moving the tongue back and forth.
The pressure of this licking and sucking should be varied to create an unexpected potpourri of sensations calculated to drive the unsuspecting woman to the very brink of sexual madness.
Sandy D. was terribly attracted to a boy named Kito. She enticed him to her room one night with a bottle of sherry. After the party was over, Kito seemed to want to pretend that it never happened, though Sandy wouldn't have minded enjoying his goodies all over again.
They remained friends, but Sandy could get hot just looking at him. What she'd done to him on that one occasion had shocked the hell out of him, though she had enjoyed it immensely. She had gone down on him.
She'd never tried it again because she knew he would think that such actions made her some kind of a goddamned pervert.
"People are so silly with their shitty sexual labels!" Sandy said. "A cocksucker! The word has a sinister ring when you say it a certain way, and yet there's nothing goddamned sinister about it. If making love to Kito that way makes me a cocksucker, I can't help it!" Sandy raved. "I can't help it, and the word gives me a pain. I'll tell you what it makes me! It doesn't make me anything but happy!"
Kito would tell her sometimes that he envied her freedom and courage to do as she pleased. She'd want to strip out of her panties and show him exactly what he was missing by being a prude. Oh, she knew that Kito had screwed a lot of girls, but that didn't emancipate him, for he was afraid of certain kinds of thrilling sex.
And he wasn't free because he sneaked around with his sex, and that didn't mean he was free. As long as you hold something back, Sandy knew, you couldn't be free. She didn't tell him that, though she wanted to. She'd just decided that as long as she got her full and complete orgasm, other people could do as they pleased.
Still, she felt it was a pity about Kito and her. Oh, she wasn't in love with him, or anything like that. But she did have a fond feeling for him. He was good-looking and had a big cock, which he knew how to use in the regular way. He also liked to talk about sex and knew all the percentages of men and women who'd had sexual experiences with members of the same sex, members of the opposite sex, dogs and sheep and goats. He'd read the Kinsey Report.
Sometimes, she ached all over to go down on his big, beautiful tool. She'd dream about him, and, damn it, it made her mad when she could only dream! And it made her even madder that Kito wouldn't even discuss that one great, wonderful night with her.
She didn't believe Kito had ever had a suck job before that night. She knew he screwed, of course, and she supposed he masturbated when he couldn't find a girl. Didn't they all? Boys were always having climaxes, it seemed. If you went out with a boy and didn't give in to him, he'd stain his pants in the course of trying a dry hump. She guessed he got his thrills that way, too. Sandy was fascinated about the way boys have their climaxes so easily. One time, a boy even had a climax while dancing too close with her! This seemed a wondrous thing to her. But boys were like that.
The night Sandy had smuggled Kito into her room, they'd discussed the way boys have their climaxes. Kito said his father had once caught him masturbating in the bathroom and had cuffed him good, then had tried to reason with him. Kito wanted to know if she thought her brother did things to himself in the bathroom, and she said she was pretty sure he did, though she didn't really know.
She told him about catching her brother once jerking off another boy. She said she guessed her brother masturbated a lot because he spent so much time in the bathroom.
In a mock-moral voice, Kito said, "And I thought your brother was such a nice boy!" They both laughed.
Then Kito wanted to know if she did things to herself in the bathroom or in bed.
"Of course, I do, silly!" she answered. "What girl doesn't?"
Kito blushed, and she had to shove him playfully and say she preferred to have a boy do it to her. She thought he would never get the idea that she wanted her pink clit tickled.
"Do what?" he wanted to know.
"Oh, different things," she said.
They drank more sherry, and pretty soon, Kito asked, "You sleepy?"
"A little," she answered. "Let's get in bed."
Sandy felt a sort of tension, but it wasn't a tension toward Kito, because they were friends, and there was nothing to be tense about. A feeling of something about to happen was what was making her tense up.
She saw that Kito was now as excited as she was.
They got naked and crawled into bed, and Kito put his hand between her legs and stroked her pussy. Sandy tensed for a moment, but it didn't last. He continued to stroke, saying how nice it was for them to be together. She took his hard cock in her hands and gently played with it.
She let Kito put it in her. It was big, and she felt full. It wasn't any time at all until she was climaxing. Kito had given her a beautiful orgasm, and she wanted to return the favor.
She made him withdraw from her, and put her lips on his muscular thighs, letting her tongue search downward, giving him pleasure there in the darkness.
They both learned by doing, which is how everything must be learned. And, in sex, if you have the right partner, it doesn't matter how awkward you are. The art of sex is like any other art. It has to be learned. And it seems ridiculous that knowledge can be acquired without some effort.
Sandy put effort into her work. She loved Kito, and he loved her at least, for the time being, there on the bed. They tried to express their friendship in the best possible way. At the time, Kito made no objections, and their love-making went on all night, each of them discovering new ways to fuck each other, new thrills. At the height of passion, there was no guilt, no thought that anything they were doing was wrong. Kito let Sandy suck him, and a couple of times he even teased her clit with his tongue.
Kito hung over her, his cock sucked deep into her cunt. He gasped and lunged and slapped tight and hard with each move.
She watched his face and saw the pleasure on it each time he came into her. She began crying and sobbing, "Oh, no, not yet! Don't go off yet!"
His hips moved to work his cock deeper. But she wanted the big, wonderful thing in her mouth. She pushed him off and said, "I want to suck."
Her lips spread over the crown and she pushed down until her mouth filled with his thickness and heat.
She closed her eyes and was content. She loved having a man's hard cock in her mouth. She clasped its base with both hands and worked her tongue. She raised and lowered her head slowly and became mindless, immersed in the act.
Kito moaned, "Oh, Christ, you're great!" His hips worked to thrust his cock deeper into her throat, and she gagged. Then her lips slid down and played with his scrotum, and she sucked on his balls.
"Oh, Christ, I'm coming!" Kito panted. He was excited. Sandy's tongue lashed the underside of his cock.
An animal sound escaped his throat as his orgasm exploded in him. He shot spurts of semen deep into Sandy's mouth, and she accepted them willingly. She tasted him, and he tasted different, somehow, from all the other men and boys she had sucked. She whimpered along with him, but kept her mouth over his cock during his frantic writhing, until she had milked him clean. His cock began to soften, and she let it slip from her mouth.
He looked shocked and sheepish. "Oh, God!" he cried. "I shouldn't have done that! I let you do that to me!"
She tried to tell him that it was all right, that it had been something beautiful, but she knew he was unhappy. She rested her head on his massive shoulder, wanting him to lie down again and let her comfort him.
She'd given him the best blow job of her life. Oh, she knew he would never admit that she could use her mouth better than her cunt, but she hoped he'd admit to himself, at least, that it was the best sex job he'd ever had.
A good mouth job isn't just a matter of taking a cock between your lips and working on it like a kid with a lollipop. Naturally, there is some of that, but it isn't all there is. Cocksucking is an art that takes finesse, a thorough knowledge of male responses, and a good sense of timing. Sandy knew what she was doing and she did it. Kito had squirmed on the bed while she sucked him upwards and onwards. She dragged it out a bit because she wanted to give him time to work up a big charge. "That's what you have to do with a blow job," she told herself. "You have to give a man the kind of come that isn't over in a few seconds."
Kito had tried to come, but couldn't make it. She'd already made him come three times, and he couldn't make it for the fourth. Sandy felt his balls constrict in a heroic effort to shoot his load that wasn't there to shoot. Not just then, anyway.
She worked on him some more, giving him that special tongue action that all the other boys had liked so much. Kito's body responded manfully to the challenge, and she could hear his balls sending out an SOS for more lead for his pencil.
She really wanted to make him have his fourth come, and she wanted it to be the best of them all. The others had been super, judging from his writhing and crying out, but she wanted this last one to be real heaven. Perhaps, she should have let him lie there a while and rest. But she didn't. It was hell for him to come up with that last great orgasm, but she had to make him come just once more.
She lipped him like a trumpet player, and he groaned while she kneaded his balls with urgent fingers. The signs were showing, and Sandy knew the signs didn't lie. She squeezed his balls some more. Then, the first spasm that heralds the start of a come rippled through him. She sucked hard, applying great pressure to his cock.
"Oh, Jesus!" he cried out. He started to come and he kept on coming. Sandy felt content. She knew that Kito would always remember this night. He might not talk about it, but he surely would remember it!
In numerous old colored prints found in sex books of another generation, acts of heterosexual fellatio and cunnilingus are often depicted. In these books or erotic art, the penis is generally shown in enormous proportions. The short prepuce is in all cases fully retracted, and the exposed glans is huge and red. The woman is barely able to clutch the shaft with her hand, but the wrinkles in the skin of the penis reveal that she is flipping it with her small, clamping fingers in order to retain the erection and impart stimulation. Her mouth is unable to receive the gigantic glans all the way, for it is at least as large as her fist. But she strokes it and kisses it while the man fondles her hairy and exceedingly gaping cunt with his hand.
In other scenes, the woman, her legs wrapped about the man's shoulders, is taking an active role by gripping his penis and fellating it while he, lying beneath her, is ardently caressing her cunt with his tongue. They are in the sixty-nine position. This act of simultaneous fellatio and cunnilingus is a mutual love-licking and is very exciting. The woman, teasing the shaft with her hand and kissing the glans with her lips is probably thinking, "While I suck your penis, it swells until I can hardly take it in my mouth." But she does, making repeated sucking sounds with her mouth. The man, his legs tense and his toes flexed, begins to ejaculate. He plays with the inside of her scarlet cunt. After he comes, he begins to lick the place between the woman's legs.
Says Harry B. about a group party he attended: "There we were, naked, me and three chicks. We hit the rug and one of the groovy chicks starts to blow me. Another is playing with my nipples. She pushes the other girl away, and I feel her start to feed my cock inside her. And, Jesus, she has a hot cunt! I'm sucking off the first broad, and the third one's riding me and has her finger up my ass."
In another case of group sex, Melinda M.-likes to be gang-banged while her boy friend watches. "I just keep popping off one time after the next," she says. "The guys showed me how to suck them off hard, and I made a few of them come around three times. I started with one of the boys by blowing him. Then I put his prick between my breasts and ran the head across my nipples. This fellow had a very big cock and little control. He began shooting his come into my face.
"Later, he said, 'I wanna see your pussy.' He parted my legs wide and lowered his mouth to my mound and began to lick it. Then he ran his tongue deep, and it felt like a hard cock," Mary said.
Doctor Van de Velte says that the genital kiss is particularly calculated to overcome frigidity and fear in hitherto inexperienced women who have had no erotic practice. He recommends it as an introduction to sex on the wedding night.
If a man doesn't do a good fuck job on a woman, she usually gets mad. One woman told a man who was wanting to screw her after a finger-fucking session, "You just pulled out a six inch finger, and now you want to put in a two inch tool!"
He pulled her to the floor and decided to mouth her. "You're awfully dry," he said.
"Move up a bit. You've got a mouthful of rug!" she snapped.
Oral love is practiced in many fashions. There are even those devoted to self-fellatio. There are homosexual and lesbian orality, and even oral sex with animals. A man who had performed self-fellatio all his life recently advertised, "In recent years, I have discovered a new position. It is very easy, and for ten dollars, I will describe exactly how it is achieved."
A young nurse recently told of her introduction to sex and loss of her virginity through cunnilingus performed by a doctor. "He began to suck deeply at my clitoris," she says. "He moved his strong lips back and forth, and I clutched his head. Then, suddenly, his strong, hard tongue entered me and-"
Kenny D., a sixteen-year-old junior in high school was taught fellatio by his math teacher. "He showed me how to use my tongue on the underside, to suck him softly, lightly. I could feel his prick tighten and swell as he thrust it into my throat."
A teen-age delinquent girl claims she learned lesbian cunnilingus from a matron in the reformatory. "She parted my legs wide, then lowered her mouth to my cunt and began to suck and lick it."
A suburban delivery man says of a certain housewife, "She starts whimpering the minute I finger her. She has a nice, tight, juicy pussy. She had my whole thing in it and is trying to get my balls in, too. We do that for a while, and then she wants me to suck her. So I lick and suck her moist opening. I asked her what I was going to do with my hard-on. She said pretty soon she'd suck me."
One thirty-two year old man says of his wife, "She doesn't dislike the taste of my semen. She'll take a deep breath and force my penis down her throat. It's pretty big, but she can take full-length strokes for about thirty seconds. And, man, does she make me come! She says my come is thick and warm."
Another man describes his first cunnilingual experience: "Her clitoris throbbed in response and I enclosed it with my lips. For a short time, I did no more than suck it gently. Then I hardened my tongue and shot it deep, and she squirmed and cried out."
Human sexuality is an extended excursion into many realms, and, at its best, it is art. There is a clear difference between pornography and art.
The splendor of the mating urge can be dramatically revealed as art. Even so, more than the portrayal of man's love urge is the love force driving him.
And that goes beyond art.