Chapter 1
Why Oral Sex? Why Not!
Sexual techniques have changed dramatically since World War II, and the lid has been lifted from many taboos. Sex acts which were once considered perversions are now the rage in suburbia. People of all social classes are pursuing new means for greater sexual thrills, more intense and pleasurable climaxes. And they are doing it for a number of reasons.
Take the case of Harvey B., twenty-three, tall, with rugged good looks, a college graduate. Harvey was known on campus as a 'stud'. His sexual organ was thick and big, capped with a silky-textured mauve head, there was always a drop of natural lubricant trembling from its tip when it was hard, which was often.
Harvey liked his sex the regular way, and with his charm and good looks, he was able to get his share of it. He'd had his first blow job as a junior on campus when he'd dated a girl named Kathy W. Kathy was small and cute, and Harvey knew she was no virgin.
But what he didn't know was that she was too small to accommodate his big prick. She tried, but she was not successful.
"Let me suck it," she'd said.
Her breasts, full and heavy, grazed his thighs as she bent over his hairy loins, and tickling shivers went through him. She ran her hands over his warm belly and down along his naked hips. His cock, below her mouth, was big and throbbing, aslant his lower belly. Her reddish-brown hair touched his skin as she lowered her head. Her hungry mouth opened, and she grasped the thick, hairy base of his cock with her small right hand and raised the hard, blood-filled shaft.
They were both naked on the bed, moaning, making wet sounds. Harvey tried to shut away the whole world as his prick sank deep into her throat. He withdrew it slowly, then sank it again.
Oh, God, it felt good!
He clamped his big athlete's hands on her head and pushed down until her lips spread over the crown of his rigid organ. Kathy closed her eyes and was content. She later told him: "I'm really happy only when I have a man's sensitive, hard flesh in my mouth. I'm ashamed, but I like it and can't help myself."
She clasped his cock with both hands and worked her tongue, raising and lowering her head slowly. It was the greatest sensation Harvey had ever felt, and he became mindless, immersed in the act. She raised up once and released his prick to say, "I love sucking, love to feel a big cock in my mouth. It's a psychotic need in me that I can't still."
Harvey moaned, "Oh, Jesus, you're great!" He worked his hips to thrust deeper, and Kathy let his organ in to the back of her throat. Her lips slid down his hot column of flesh until she had almost all of it. She played with his scrotum and tickled his ass with her fingertip.
"Oh, Christ!" Harvey panted, the muscles in his thighs rock-hard.
He was coming!
The girl plunged her head faster, eager to make it good for him. Her tongue lashed the underside of his glans, and an animal sound tore from Harvey's throat as the orgasm exploded in him. Spurts of semen splashed deep into her mouth, and she accepted them willingly. She milked him after he had quieted, and sucked his softening cock clean. He relaxed, sighed, and watched.
He said weakly, "You're really something, Kathy. I want it that way again!"
'"Any time," she said. "You like to fuck?" he whispered. "Once in a while," she said. "But it usually doesn't mean too much to me that way."
"Why?"
"Well, lots of guys are too big, like you," she told him.
Harvey's fingers played with her breasts.
"I'd like you to suck my nipples and finger me," she said.
In his excitement and thrill over discovering this new way of finding sexual pleasure, Harvey had lost his inhibitions. "I'll go down on you if you want," he offered.
"No, just what I said. I like it that way."
"Okay."
Harvey shifted and lowered his head to her breasts. His left hand slid down her belly to the thick triangle of red-blonde hair on her mound. His middle finger probed.
He entered her wetness and heat and found her swollen clitoris. She shuddered at the instant sensations as his mouth clamped over one of her rather large, extended nipples. She moaned softly.
Pretty soon, she was gasping, clawing and babbling. Harvey's finger eeled quickly over her hard clitoris, and his mouth and tongue played with her nipple. She closed her eyes and arched her back. Then her pleasure boiled up and overflowed. She let out a soft, "Ahhh-"
Harvey learned later that Kathy had gone down on a lot of the other college fellows. Nobody felt guilty about it. "Unearned sexual guilt," writes A. Joseph Burstelin in his Sexual Taboos, "has destroyed more people than the horrendous plagues of olden days."
Say the editors of Sexology: "If the so-called deviate sex act occurs between two willing partners, and if it does not hurt either of them, or society, it should not be called sexual deviation." There is no such thing as deviate sexual behavior among married couples, claims another well-known psychiatrist.
Most psychoanalysts seem to agree that the only danger of sexual deviations is the guilt one of the partners might feel because of it. Even this, however, is becoming less frequent as a more sophisticated attitude about sex is developing generally among the people.
There are many opinions regarding the cause of this new interest and pursuit of greater sexual thrills through the practices of variants. Greater sophistication is one reason, of course. The acceleration of society's emotions through movies, advertising, and reading material in general may be another cause. And the faster-paced sense of our times contributes its part.
There are other motivations, including one that is subtle, usually subconscious, and defensive in nature. Perhaps fellatio and cunnilingus are the two most popular variant acts, and by their very oral nature, they refute the proposition that sex must be for procreation alone. Population expansion has become a serious problem, and pregnancies are not created by fellatio, cunnilingus, coitus inter mammae, sodomy, and other such sexual techniques. Nor are babies made by acts of lesbianism and male homosexuality.
But someone may ask, "Why use sexual deviations as a form of birth control? This is the era of The Pill, and of all kinds of contraceptives."
It is more subtle than that. Deviations are spurred by deep elements within the emotions of today's people themselves. They are psychic and often unrecognized defense mechanisms against the threat of population explosion and the terror it holds in the future for all people of all nations. It is subconsciously motivated and highly complex.
Deviations have become popular chiefly because they are fun, and they are gratifying.
Bob and Louise W. had a shot-gun wedding while still in high school. After a long and painful labor, Louise gave birth to a baby boy on the day Bob graduated from high school. They didn't want any more children, at least, for a time. Bob learned of The Pill from an older relative.
But Louise was allergic to The Pill. It caused her to break out as if she had the measles or hives. After a time, she refused to take it, and, as a result, she got pregnant again. She went through another long and painful labor.
After that, Louise refused to have sex with Bob. Her argument was that he wanted to get through college and they couldn't afford to have any more children. She didn't mention her fear of childbirth pain.
For a time, Bob gratified himself by merely rubbing against Louise, and by masturbating. It wasn't very satisfactory, and both partners became nervous, hard to get along with, and dissatisfied. Bob knew their marriage was failing. And he knew why.
But he didn't know what to do about it.
He started buying books and reading up on family relations. He talked with a few intimate friends.
He learned about eating a woman and having her go down on him.
But he didn't know how to approach Louise on the subject.
One evening, after dinner, Bob felt especially horny. He wanted sex. He helped Louise get the kids to bed. He patted her on the rump a couple of times and was generally friendlier and more cooperative than usual. He'd even declined an invitation to go out and shoot pool with the boys.
Louise settled down to watch TV, her favorite pastime.
Bob plunked down beside her.
"Anything good on?" he asked.
"Not much right now. But some doctor is going to talk later."
"What about?" Bob had sneaked his hand inside Louise's blouse.
"Stop it!" she scolded.
He didn't. While he stared at the television screen, he continued to knead her breasts. She allowed it.
Bob got up after a time and went to the bedroom He came back pretty soon dressed only in his shorts. He had a hard-on as he walked over to his wife.
"Come on to bed, honey," he begged. "Let's do it tonight."
"No, Bob. I want to hear the lecture."
"Hell!" Bob swore. But he didn't push the matter.
He sat with Louise and listened to the lecture. It was all about marriage and adult sex. The doctor even discussed anal and oral intercourse, but in terms which Bob hardly understood.
However, he understood enough to become wildly excited. He begged Louise to go down on him, but she said that, regardless of what the doctor had said on TV., it didn't seem right. He coaxed harder.
It did no good.
After the lecture was over, Bob got up and moped off to the bedroom. Louise turned off the TV and checked on the children. When she entered the bedroom, Bob was stretched out on the bed, minus his shorts. He was completely naked.
Louise sat on the edge of the bed and began undressing, aware that Bob's eyes were on her. It made her feel uncomfortable, and yet it also made her feel sort of good. When she had removed her clothing, she started for the closet to get her gown.
"Leave it off tonight, honey," Bob called from the bed.
Louise did. She turned out the light and crawled into bed next to her husband. He grabbed her to him at once, and she felt his erection throbbing against her body as they kissed.
Sighing, he swabbed her mouth with his tongue. Then he twisted around into a 69 position, and Louise knew instinctively what was expected of her. She wrapped her fingers around his ample penis, and for a moment she held it, as if investigating it.
"Come on, honey, let's go!" Bob whispered.
Louise bobbed forward and kissed the head of his prick.
"Come on. Take it," Bob ordered.
Louise hesitated. "Bob, I can't."
"Yes, you can. like this." Bob's mouth went over her cunt, and she admitted that the feeling was delightful. She adjusted her grip at the base of his cock and pointed its head toward her mouth. But, again, she hesitated.
"For crissakes, hurry up, will you? Get on it!"
She sat upright and looked at him. "I-I can't, Bob," she said. "I can't take it the way you want."
"Oh, shit!" Bob swore. He hooked his hand about her neck and pulled her down on him. She hunched her body, even slithered her lips around his cock and pressed down as far as she could. She started an up-and-down movement. Pretty soon, she felt Bob's cock throb in her throat and knew he was ready to shoot.
She didn't want to swallow his wad, but he held her head down on him, and she had to. His come kept spurting, and she moved on him and sucked. She had to swallow to get her breath. She didn't stop until Bob dragged her mouth away from him.
Later, Bob asked, "You want me to lick you, too?"
"Yes. But go easy," she said.
After that first time, Louise found cunnilingus more satisfying than regular intercourse. She didn't really know why, except she knew she couldn't get pregnant and so felt more relaxed. Discussing it once with Bob, she said, "It makes me feel free. There's not your heaviness on top of me, and I can move. I get awfully excited when you make me come with your mouth. I holler out and everything like that."
They had oral intercourse often after that night, and Louise got better and better. One night, after an especially hot session, Bob wanted to try anal intercourse.
Louise balked.
"Maybe you want some more of this, then, huh?" he asked. He brought his mouth down flush against her vagina. Louise's body arched as soon as he'd made contact with his tongue. As he played his tongue up and down her channel, and occasionally from side to side, she raised her hips and started a gentle motion.
She gave a little pleasurable cry when Bob's tongue began an attack upon her protruding clitoris. The act convulsed her and made her cry out hysterically.
Bob moved faster. She felt a new bloat within her body as her clitoris extended a little. And then her feelings soared and ripped her, making her shriek like a mad woman. She held Bob's head and pressed him tight until she was drained of the exquisite thrill.
Only seconds passed until Bob rolled her onto her stomach. Quickly, he moistened her crack with saliva. And then, with one huge thrust, he made complete entry. Louise writhed and howled in pain. Bob fucked her faster until she began to spin her ass in an erotic fashion, at the same time reaching back to grasp his hand. The end happened very fast.
They came at the same time. As Bob's ejaculation shot inside Louise, she jerked in her completion.
When Bob withdrew, she was crying.
"That hurt me," she sobbed.
Bob petted her. "This thing of mine can't hurt you," he contradicted. "But next time, I'll lubricate you better."
"There won't be any next time!"
And there wasn't.
But both Bob and Louise continued to enjoy oral intercourse. And they vow that it saved their marriage.
Two intense desires rule and govern mankind and control all man's thoughts, joys and sorrows. They are his appetites, hunger for food and a craving for sex. Curiously enough, while man takes great pains in the education of the young to prepare them for the gratification of hunger, the question of sex has been excluded, in our present civilization, from every discussion.
Yet sex, the basis for love, lies at the foundation of society. It permeates unconsciously the thoughts, the aspirations and hopes of mankind. Love is glorified as the source of the most admirable productions of art, of the sublime creations of poetry and music. It is accepted as the mightiest factor in human civilization, as the basis of family and State. The egoism of passion and the power of love absorb all other considerations. Virgil sings: "Love conquers all; let us yield to it." Solomon says: "Love is strong as death."
The word 'love' is used very loosely, as a rule, and is made to do duty for almost any attraction, whether purely physical or wholly sentimental. Philosophers and writers rarely differentiate between animalistic passion and love, or between pure sensuality or tie physical part of sex, and mental attraction, or the psychic phenomenon.
It is interesting to note that Plato believed that love between man and woman was a mere animal passion, far inferior in nobility and importance to love for boys, to friendship, to filial, parental and brotherly love. According to Plato, Socrates knew nothing about love except its science.
Plutarch says: "The passion for women causes at best the gain of sensual pleasure and the enjoyment of bodily beauty." The Greeks, therefore, applied the celestial kind of love only to friendships and to boy-love, never to the love between man and woman.
The oldest source of love is found in the chemical attraction which the male and female cells exercise upon each other. This sexual affinity is found even in the lower stages of plants, as in the protophytes, where both cells swim toward each other to unite.
In the old Greta Garbo movie, Ninotchka, Melvyn Douglas asks, "Why do doves bill and coo? Why do snails, the coldest of all creatures, circle interminably around each other?"
And, of course, the answer is love. Rosenkranz finds in nature only an empire of love that penetrates all things and leads them to a common end. Gravitation is love dominating nature. Organic life is a continued phenomenon of love. Even in inorganic nature, the combination of substances, one with the other, is a trait of love. The appearance of heat and the flash of light that accompanies the chemical process is, in a manner, the herald of lust felt by the substances while uniting. Lovers must perish in order that love may continually arise to new life: the individual dies that the species may live.
Love is not the aim, but the means, serving life and development.
Love is the joy of another's existence and is stronger than the delight of one's own existence. Love transforms the nuptials into a jubilee even where it is the eve of death.
It is said that when Mussolini was captured and knew that on the morrow he would be executed, he asked that his mistress be brought to his bed. According to the woman's testimony, given to the guards, Mussolini, even in the face of death, proved himself very much in need of, and capable of, sex.
There is not only this natural love, this sexual attraction, but also a spiritual love which is stronger than death. According to Thornton Wilder in The Bridge of San Luis Rey, it is the link between earth and heaven. Anyway, natural love is not the true love, but only a stepping stone to a greater love which is conscious and free.
One sees in amorousness an individualized sexual impulse. The growing affection of the two lovers is, in reality, the will of life of the new individual which they could and might beget. The species had a prior claim upon the individual than the frail individuality itself. The exact destiny of the individuals of the future generations is a much higher and worthier end than the extravagant and transient bubbles of the enamored. And yet, fear of an over-populated world tends to fight back at this biological fact. Present enjoyment is the aim, and the beauty or ugliness of the mate has nothing to do with the gratification itself, so far as it is a sensual pleasure depending upon a pressing necessity of the individual. However, if the individual has a choice, beauty becomes a matter of great consideration, because, once again, it represents the will of the species.
In defining human love, Schopenhauer says that every individual exercises a sexual attraction proportionate to the moral and physical perfection the individual possesses. Physical desire is that which drives one individual to unite with another of the opposite sex. The moral one is that which determines the desire and fixes it upon a single object exclusively, or at least gives it a greater degree of energy. Now, it is easily seen that the moral issue in love is a factitious sentiment born of the mores of society and glorified with assiduity and care by women to establish their domination.
Man is moved by instinct to seek out an individual, usually of the opposite sex, to satisfy his physical necessity, imagining that in this way he will enjoy a pleasure he would look for in vain elsewhere. This pleasure that one lover dreams to find in the arms of another is only a delusion. Subconsciousness uses these deceiving means to oppose the egotistic reflection and to dispose of the individual to sacrifice its own interests to the interest of future generations.
When man realizes he is deceived, he seeks out other means of gratification. He experiments, and among his many experiments, he finds oral love.
We find love through the senses, and it is a complete surrender of the ego to another ego, or to an ideal. When man is attracted to a woman because of her outward harmonious appearance, her beauty, it means that she pleases his sense of sight. He may be fascinated by her beautiful voice, also, and then his sense of hearing is appealed to. Certain odors occasion pleasurable sexual feelings, and so women use perfumes.
The sense of taste is sometimes in the service of sexuality. One patient in a state hospital had sexual sensations of a pleasurable character when she ate a sour pickle.
Callie Z. was eighteen, the daughter of a poor cotton farmer, when she was brought to the State Mental Hospital. She had lived with her mother and father and two sisters in a two-room shack in the cotton growing area of the state. She had had but little education. Her greatest ambition was to get to Tulsa and find herself a job, any kind of job. She was big-boned and fully mature at fourteen. She had full breasts and a narrow waist, and she would have been quite attractive with the proper clothes. Her legs were strong and tapered nicely and she had a catching laugh. In spite of her poverty, she laughed a lot.
Everybody liked Callie, and she could have had a number of local boy friends if her father had allowed her to date. But, being a man himself, he knew what all boys wanted of a girl, and he was determined that Callie remain a virgin until she married.
At twelve, Callie had discovered her own clitoris, and secretly, she'd learned to give herself some sexual enjoyment. In other words, she'd learned to masturbate.
She had never discussed any sexual matters with her older sisters. Finally, her secret practices led her to more urgent sexual feelings. She'd noticed boys, and she craved the feel of a man.
She got her chance one Sunday evening when her parents and sisters attended church. She'd begged off with the excuse of having a pounding headache. The truth was, however that Callie's ache was farther down, between her shapely legs.
She was sitting in their impoverished living room sort of playing with herself. It was when the house was empty that Callie enjoyed herself the most. On these rare occasions, she would fondle herself, inspect that sweet, hot place between her legs. She'd heard girls talk, of course, about what boys could do to a girl. They called it 'making-out'.
"You let a boy put his thing in you?" Callie had asked one of the girls.
"Oh, no!" the girl replied. "You can get a baby that way! We just play around."
"What do you mean?"
"We do things with our hands," the girl explained. "And sometimes, we take their cocks in our mouths."
"Oh!" Callie broke into a squeal of giggling.
"What's so funny about that?" the girl wanted to know.
"It just made me feel funny," Callie replied.
Callie was sitting there in her living room, thinking about how much fun it would be to suck a boy and have him fondle her. It was a hot, August evening. She heard somebody come whistling up the road.
Jake F., a neighbor boy, stopped and asked if he could have a drink of water.
"Sure," Callie said, pointing to the gourd dipper that hung out at the well. "Help yourself."
Jake took a long drink, but he didn't go on. As he came toward the house, Callie wondered if he'd seen her playing with herself. Without saying anything, he caught her by the shoulders and threw her from the chair to the floor. Callie was strong as any boy, and she could have resisted Jake, but she didn't, because she was feeling all swish y in her stomach by the contact of his body with hers. She went weak all over when he pulled up her dress and crawled on top of her. But she was able to squirm just a little bit.
"Hold still!" he ordered. "Let me put my prick in you!"
Callie was breathing hard, and it was the only sound in the room. She felt Jake's hard cock prodding her belly, and it seemed so stiff and big. She reached down and her fingers encircled it.
"Oh, Jesus, Jake, you're big!"
"Let's take our clothes off," Jake said.
"Sure," Callie said.
Naked, they locked arms in the center of the room Their bare feet scuffled against the wooden floor, sending up little puffs of dust. Jake hunched his body over Callie's. "Take my cock and guide it in your hole," he ordered.
Callie caught his cock and guided it to her gaping pussy. She felt the big head part her lips.
And then Jake pushed, and she screamed. It felt as if something had broken inside her. She felt her own warm blood oozing down her legs. She begged Jake to get off, but he only increased his pressure on her. Pretty soon, sensations started up, and it wasn't so bad then. She strained and wiggled beneath Jake until a feeling started to climb all over her, and she felt as if something was going to gush out of her somewhere.
She closed her eyes and groaned in half-pain, half-pleasure, experiencing her first sexual climax with a man.
"Hey, I'm fucking you!" Jake said.
Callie couldn't answer for a moment. When she finally did, there was a note of terror in her voice.
"No, Jake! You'll knock me up! I don't want to have a baby!"
She tried to push him off.
"Hell, you just came, didn't you? It's my turn!"
Callie bucked again, and Jake's hard cock slipped out of her. "Come on," he begged, opening her vagina with his fingers and touching her clitoris. "Let me rub that thing with my pecker," he breathed.
"No!"
"Suck me, then," he ordered, wiggling his big, hard cock before her mouth. "It's pretty good that way. In fact, sometimes I like it better than fuckin'. "
"I don't know what to do," Callie said.
"Just take it between your lips. Then tongue it." He pressed his cock to her mouth. She opened her lips and took it, tonguing the head of it gingerly.
"God!" Jake moaned.
"It tastes kind of salty," Callie said. "It tastes like a pickle!" She lifted her head and grinned up at Jake.
"Eat my pickle!"
Callie lowered her head again, making Jake moan as she made wet sounds with her lips. His cock sank deep into her throat, withdrew again, then sank deep...
"Come on, suck!" Jake's big hands pressed on her head. Her lips spread over the salt-tasting crown of his rigid cock, and her mouth was filled with his thickness and heat.
She worked her tongue, raising and lowering her head slowly. She became mindless, immersed in the act. Her lips slid down the hot column of flesh, and his belly went rigid. The muscles in his thighs hardened. Her tongue lashed the underside of his glans and an animal sound tore from his lips as his orgasm exploded. Callie accepted it willingly, letting it splash deep into her throat. She swallowed and kept her mouth on him during his frantic plunging seconds of sweet agony. She milked him until his cock softened.
He relaxed and sighed. "You were great," he said.
Callie had liked it, too. She'd liked the salty, sour taste of his semen, and, again, his big cock reminded her of an over-sized cucumber. From that evening on, Callie had a passionate desire for sour pickles.
Her crazy desire for pickles, plus a constant want to have a man's cock in her mouth had led her finally to the psychiatrist's couch and then to the state hospital for the insane.
Emotional persons are often excited sexually by certain music. An exaggerated fondness for reproduction was assiduously withheld from the people. While our ancestors considered the sex function sacred, by a strange mental process, it was later considered shameful. So deeply is this sense of shame morbidly associated with sensual desire that most people, and especially women, frequently disavow their sexual propensity and attempt to hide their ardor from the world. They do not recognize that normal, well-ordered sexuality is a physiological and moral virtue, while manifestations of spurious spirituality are often induced by certain perversions.
Indifference to amatory pleasures is often professed by those who resort to artificial stimulants. Only those most occupied with amatory delights pretend to look upon sex with contempt and to despise its wonderful functions. The tendency of the mind is to project in imagination upon the world about us what we possess in our own souls. An accentuated mental attitude in an individual is, as a rule, proof that in the subconsciousness dwells a type of reversed feeling to the one: that is active in the consciousness. The excessive prude is generally at heart a sensualist.
To the really innocent and pure, all things are pure. music is always suspected of being of a sexual nature.
The tactile sense is however the main sense in the service of sexuality. The touch of any part of the male body by the soft, female hand will cause sexual excitement. The touch of a woman's nipple will often cause intense libido, which plays an important part in the nursing of the young.
Children often feel their first sexual excitement at their mothers' breasts. Spankings have been known to excite children to masturbation. The main irritation of the genitals is induced by touch. Erection, orgasm and ejaculation may be induced by the tactile irritation of the penis in the male and the clitoris in the virgin, and after defloration, by the excitation of the anterior wall of the vagina.
Certain zones of the skin become secondarily related to sexuality, mostly at such points where the skin turns into mucous membrane.
These are the erogenous zones.
Love and sex attraction being the chief objects in the lives of a considerable part of mankind, it is surprising that until recently sexuality was not looked upon with great favor, and that a sane knowledge of sex and