Chapter 2

The Valley of Orality

In the last decade, a wave of sex discussion has swept over the civilized world. The former taboo on the discussion of sexual matters has been more or less removed and the veil lifted. Matters which not so long ago could not have been mentioned in polite society except in whispers and in a low voice are now publicly discussed. Books and motion pictures have waxed bold on the subject. Perhaps we have turned from the one extreme of complete darkness to the other extreme of too glaring light.

However, man becomes free through knowledge, and it is probably time that he have some sex enlightenment. Sex discussions emphasize sex hygiene and the knowledge of the relations of sex functions to man's mental and physical development. Sex hygiene is a proper subject and is now taught in many schools and colleges. The emotion of love, however, is still very little studied and is kept wrapped in darkness.

Sexual passion is the passion of creation, the most important function in the universe. All altruistic feelings spring from the reproductive instinct.

And all religions have been sexually based. Sex worship has not been confined to any one race, and in antiquity, it was the only religion known to man. There are traces of the cult of the phallus to be found everywhere in profane and sacred history. Even the Hebrews worshipped in the phallus the principle of the production of life before the adoption of the cult of Jehovah. Records of phallicism can be found in the Old Testament. Instead of invoking the Diety in taking a solemn oath, Abraham orders his servant to place his hand upon his phallus. Slain enemies were deprived of the phallus. David bought Saul's daughter with a trophy of two hundred phalli, taken from the slain Philistines. Circumcision also shows the incorporation of phallic ritual with religion.

In the same light, and with the same veneration as the phallus, was the yoni worshipped. Yonism was the adoration of the vulva, the organ through which the sexual powers are manifested. It became the divine ark, the holy of holies, the mystery of life. The sanctum sanctorum of Jevoah's temple harbored an ark.

Thus, with the ancients, the passion of sex and the fervor of religion were closely interwoven. Accordingly, every ancient temple had within its confines a number of consecrated women whose office it was to submit to any man upon the payment of a specified sum. The money was used for religious purposes. To the mind of the ancients no more appropriate nor holier means could be devised for raising money for the maintenance of the temple than a sanctified indulgence in the sex act. It was the most sacred and sublime of all human functions. Hence, the temple courtesan was held in high honor and considered as sacred as a priest.

The lapse of Israel into the former sex-worship during the time of the prophets caused a reaction against sex manifestations. This was probably brought on by the various perverse sex habits. All temple courtesans became oralists. The pious people found the greatest virtue in chastity and celibacy, and looked with contempt upon sexuality. In the beginning, only individual persons took to celibacy, as did Elijah and Elisha. Later on, celibates became more numerous and formed different orders, of which the Order of Essenes was the most important because Christianity took its origins within the folds of this order.

In Christianity, the immaculate virgin became the ideal, and even holy matrimony was only tolerated. "It is good for a man not to touch a women," writes Paul in the Corinthians. Christianity has never looked with favor on sexuality of any kind.

Justinus writes that total sexual abstinence is the highest virtue, and that sexual activity is unnecessary to life, thus overlooking the tremendous strain upon the physical, mental and moral forces which such an unnatural life must carry with it.

Complete abstinence is possible and feasible during adolescence, but men and women, when mature in years, suffer under enforced abstinence and although the final act, the culmination of the sex-attraction, may be suppressed by the will, yet its emotions are irresistible. The neurotic nun who imagines herself being embraced by a saint thinks that she has subjugated the instinct of sex, but in reality her emotions have a sexual origin.

Even among the saints, abstinence caused dire results. A nun hears Christ promising to become her spouse. Saint Veronica was so enamored of the divine lion symbolizing Saint Mark that she took a lion whelp to bed, fondled it, kissed it, and suckled it to her breasts.

Thus, the preachings of the Church on the subjugation of the flesh were no great success, even among the saints. Mankind at large is surely ruled by the dictates of the sex urge in our days, no less than in the times of sex-worship.

A religious cult of specialized practices is popular throughout the Midwest. Brother Zeke Pierce was a member of this cult. Brother Pierce professed to love God and Christ, but he was also a sensual lover, the only kind of love the greater part of humanity knows.

In sensual love, a mate is only a tool in the hands of nature's one prosaic aim, the propagation of the species. It was reported that Brother Pierce was the father of twenty-four illegitimate offspring. His kind of love had no depth or duration, and when he was sexually satisfied, he cared no longer for the object for which he had temporarily hungered.

The sensual lover loves only himself, and his one object is to please his own beloved ego without regard for the feelings of his mate. His "I love you" means "I long for you, covet you, want to enjoy your body." The Spanish language has a better way of expressing it. "Yo te quiero" means, I want you physically. Spiritual love would be expressed by "Yo te amo."

All indulgences and favors shown to the mate by people like Zeke Pierce are only means to an end. At last, Zeke worried about the growing number of his offspring. So some strange ways of sex were devised by him.

He was adept at rousing his female congregation to the heights of emotionalism, and when they babbled inanely, he said they were talking in Unknown Tongues. It was at this point that Brother Zeke moved in. He knew that the only half-conscious women were as sexually aroused as he was, and he'd feel his huge, hard cock push at the front of his pants. A typical night under the brush arbor would go something like this...

While half a dozen women rolled in the straw beneath his feet, he would raise his large hands to heaven and deliver a closing prayer. After that, the unsaved element of his congregation would disperse, and the meeting proper would break up. Zeke would then blow out the coal oil lights, and the brush arbor would be bathed in darkness. Unzipping his pants and pulling his huge, hard cock out, he would go to kneel among the writhing women.

On one particular evening, one of the women whispered, "I'm cold."

Zeke Pierce took off his coat and put it about her shoulders. She leaned against him, and he drew her close. He kissed her hard, not giving her a chance to protest. He kissed her again and again, and finally she began to respond. He felt her tongue probe his mouth, and a fire licked through his brain. He pushed his cock toward her lips, and she began to struggle a little.

"No," she said, "I don't like that!"

She sounded a little hysterical, and Zeke was afraid she might yell out. He started to move off to try one of the other women. She called him back.

"All right," she said, "if that's what you want."

Zeke ran his hand over her tits, massaging them, feeling, squeezing, mauling. She had lovely big tits. He looked around sharply, frowning. Was anyone spying on them? Nothing moved except the few other women at his feet. He picked the woman up, and she was a good-sized handful. He carried her to a dark place just beyond the other women. He laid her down on a patch of grass and stared around him. A dog howled a long way off.

Zeke took his cock in his hands. Swollen and tingling, it was so hard it hurt a little. The cool night air seemed colder on it.

He straddled the woman's head. She moaned lightly, almost a sigh, as he forced the head of his cock between her lips. He licked his own lips, feeling her silky ones encircle his organ. God! It felt good! He moved forward and pushed his cock into her throat, running his fingers through her hair.

His tool was halfway in her mouth. He tried working it on in slowly. She moaned and her eyelids fluttered. Then her whole body jerked.

"I'll go easy, honey," he said.

He had his cock deep in her throat now. He began working it, fucking it to her, and she felt good. Jesus, her mouth felt good! She lunged and rolled and twisted, trying to get away from him, but he had her pinned down with his huge nail. The more she wiggled, the better he liked it.

Zeke felt religious. This was salvation! This was heaven! He rotated his cock in her mouth, and she groaned. He couldn't tell if she liked it or not, and he didn't care. It felt so damned good. Hell, a good mouth job beat fucking any time. Most of the women were married and had had babies, and their pussies were pretty big, even for an over-sized prick like Zeke had.

He began to batter her mouth with his cock, fucking it to her like fury. Yeah, man, that was it! His cock was in her right down to her navel. Christ, it wouldn't be long now until he'd crack his rocks, shoot his wad!

"Suck it!" he commanded. "I want to get my load off, give you a present!"

Yeah, he was coming! He could feel it wadding up down in his balls, boiling up and Yeah! He was hoarse with panting. She was grunting and rooting at his pecker like a pig. He convulsed as he held her tightly. He gushed semen into her throat. His cock twitched, and he breathed hard. Jesus, that was the best goddamned suck job he could remember!

A short time later, he started fucking one of the other women. But it wasn't too good. Just a goddamn piece of meat, a too-big hole, a gash big enough to put your foot into it. He pulled his hard cock out and demanded that she eat it.

"You don't like cunt?" she asked, sounding stupid.

"Yeah," he said, "but not a hole big enough to stick my head in! Suck it!"

She wiped his cock on the tail of his shirt, then took it into her mouth. It wasn't long until she'd made him come again. His dong was shriveled now, so he put it away and zipped up.

Several of the other women groaned slightly, an indication that they wanted it. "Fuck 'em!" Zeke said to himself, wanting to take the memory of that first woman's blow job with him. He would let her suck it again. She'd given him the best feeling he'd had in a long, long time.

Zeke cut across a vacant lot on his way home. His wife would be waiting up for him, wanting it. But he was tired and didn't know if he could shoot his wad again.

Near his house, he stopped and lit a cigarette. He often smoked in privacy, and now he puffed away, looking up at the sky. It was clear and filled with glittering stars. He looked down the street. It was deserted. A typical small, Midwestern town.

His wife had complained that he wasn't fucking her enough. He'd been wearing himself out on the sisters at the brush arbor meeting.

But tonight he had a plan. He would give her a tongue-fucking that she'd never forget.

And he did.

Six years ago, when she was forty-two and Max was fifty-two, Delia and he married. It was the second marriage for both of them. Delia had been a divorcee for fifteen years, and Max had recently shed his wife whose 'coldness' had finally driven him to outside companionship. Her uncontested charge was adultery.

He wooed Delia fervently, saying she was everything he had ever wanted in a wife. Those six years were blissful in all ways, and Delia thought herself the luckiest woman alive. They were both professional people. Delia worked from nine to five. Max worked from one in the afternoon until nine at night.

Then, a month ago, Max became suddenly ill. He was rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery. When Delia went into his dresser drawers for things to take to the hospital, she found diaries he had kept during the entire six years of their marriage. They were shockingly explicit.

After she had left for work, he had entertained women, whom he rated according to the degree of thrill each gave. A girl named Gwendolyn rated two stars. "She gives a good mouth job," he had penned. Grace got four stars every time. "Grace does everything," he had written. "She's good for an ass job, and she knows how to suck my cock dry every time!" Delia, whose matings with her husband were always pronounced 'exquisite', rated only one star. Of her, he'd written, "She's good the 'plain' way, but I like a 'imagine' job sometimes." He'd outlined in detail what he meant by 'imagine' sex.

"Grace sucks enthusiastically on my rigid cock while my fingers probe her slippery pussy lips. I moan and groan as she brings me closer to a climax, and my obvious pleasure seems to be her reward. She has the bulk of me between her lips, and I slide and feel her tongue moving against my glans.

"I'm the center of her attention! I fulfill her need! I become her world!

"She makes urgent sounds as she drinks my come. Then she falls away, and I lay panting, gloriously content. Her eyes are closed, but she begs helplessly, 'Feed me more cock! I can't get enough!"

Evidently, Grace was an expert cocksucker. Delia had sucked Max, of course, when he had insisted. But she knew she wasn't very good at it. She didn't care for the salty taste of his big prick in her mouth, stretching her lips. She didn't like to have him spurt his semen deep into her throat. She didn't like to have her mouth filled with his thickness and heat.

She liked 'plain' sex. She liked to take his cock deep into her cunt, then squeeze it tight and hard with every lunge he made. She liked the feel of his hands on her breasts, his stubby fingers tweaking her nipples. She liked to feel his hard, hot cock moving against her swollen clitoris. That was heaven. At such moments, she would close her eyes and arch her neck back. Pleasure would boil up in her and overflow, and she wouldn't be able to contain a long, soft, "Ahhh-"

While Max was still in the hospital, Delia went to visit his ex-wife and learned even more. He was really sixty-four years old, not fifty-two. His ex-wife said that his sexual demands were insatiable, although she had not denied him any more than she could help. But there was a limit to what any woman could take. "Other women" were the only thing they'd ever fought about. And he'd had many.

"At first, when I found out that my husband was unfaithful, I thought it implied that I was lacking in something. But I know now that there are men like Max for whom no one woman is enough," the ex-wife said.

Though that was no real news to her, Delia shuddered. She knew that there were also women for whom no one man was ever enough. She felt that these unfortunate people should not enter into marriage with 'normal' people, vowing to forsake all others.

They should marry each other!

Jacobus says that the average Muslim male lives only to have his penis sucked by a beautiful female or a handsome young male. Indeed, fellatio is to the Muslim the most exquisite voluptuous experience in the world, ranking far above vaginal or anal coitus. He says that to watch Arabs being fellated will verify this belief. The woman need only run her tongue up and down the sensitive underside of the glans penis, and the man's erection is immediately dynamic and ecstatic.

What a woman calls "swallowing it" consists in continuing the operation until all the sperm has been ejaculated into her mouth. Then she lets go of the penis and spits the semen out. If the woman withdraws her mouth at the precise moment when the sperm begins to spout out, and then merely masturbates the penis, ejaculation, of course, takes place. But the psychological pleasure is diminished to a very great degree, and the men are very angry when the woman breaks her word and withdraws her mouth at the moment ejaculation begins. They often abuse her violently.

Some women will take in the entire penis and swallows the semen. When a woman receives the man's semen into her mouth, it is a sign of special love. She says, "I love you so much I will swallow it all."

The man's glans is so unbearably supersensitive at the moment of orgasm that he holds her head or presses her cheeks in his hands and cries, "Oh, stop! I'm coming!"

She makes a final movement, and he ejaculates. Then he sighs in severe nervous exhaustion, having been drained of his desire.

Mouth coition is perhaps the most prevalent and popular contraceptive. It is safe, and in view of modern cleanliness, quite sanitary. It is often esteemed above vaginal intercourse, especially when the woman's organ is too large or loose. With mouth coition, man may assume either the active or passive role, depending on his mood. Moreover, fellatio allows greater variety and subtler nuances of pleasure than vaginal activity, which is more or less restricted in its execution and effect.

The Turks say, "Penis sucking is better than fucking."

Bud R. was a forty-year-old truck driver, balding, slightly overweight, and inclined to be lazy. Reared in a strict home where sex was never mentioned, except for infrequent admonitions as to its 'evil', and then always clouded in indirect speech, Bud was a virgin until he was nineteen years of age.

Then he had an affair with a waitress named Carrie. He developed a guilt complex and was convinced he had sinned. He was going to pieces because of it.

He went to see Doctor Dandridge. "Doc, I'm not the man I used to be," he wailed, reproaching himself for a number of things. "That's why I came to see you, Doc. I figure that somehow I've just got to straighten this awful mess I'm in."

Doctor Dandridge started out by questioning him on his early sex life. When Bud had finished, the doctor said, "From the details you've given me, plus other vital factors, it seems apparent that you have become the victim of self-punishment." Doctor Dandridge was also somewhat of a psychologist.

As the doctor well knew, Bud was afflicted by a psychological infirmity known as perverse sex habits. He'd had other cases. Lots of vigorous young men become afflicted by this type of impotence if they subject themselves to circumstances that go counter to their early upbringing.

Further questioning brought out the fact that Bud had let Carrie go down on him. "Gee," Bud said, "it felt good, and I didn't think it was wrong while she was doing it. We did other things, too, and she was good in bed."

The sudden onset of Bud's impotence had come one evening while he was in Carrie's apartment. Carrie, clad only in a black negligee, was her usual sexy self. Her golden-blonde hair flowed to her well-shaped shoulders. Bud took in her well-developed body, the fullness of her thighs, the firmness of her breasts, and his desire mounted. He suggested they retire to the bedroom.

Moments later, they were both stark naked. They embraced each other passionately, but when Bud tried to fuck Carrie, he could not.

"Honey, what's the matter with you tonight?" she asked teasingly. "You got a flat tire," she added dolefully, twicking his limp cock.

Experienced in the ways of sex, Carrie had introduced Bud to some novel, pleasurable sex play. At first, she had made him feel worldly, had changed his conventional attitude, and had made him like experimentation and desire for unusual pleasures. Though he was not aware of it at the time, she had also made him feel morbidly guilty, and his unconscious mind had rebelled against his actions.

Having strayed from what he considered the normal path with Carrie, feeling inwardly that it was wrong and contrary to his strict upbringing, Bud had decided to punish himself, and in the area where he would most vitally feel it. He would endure mental pain. The power of the mind being what it is, his psychic processes gained the upper hand over his body, shortly to cause sexual impotence. In time, the doctor helped Bud gain insight into this, and he became potent again.

Then, some years later, he married a girl named June. All this time, he had carried on with Carrie, but that ended abruptly before his future wife would discover the truth. His sexual adjustment in marriage was pretty good.

After a time, however, he missed Carrie and her oral love, a kind of love his wife refused to give him. Kinsey states that a wife's refusal to have sex in any other but the conventional way often prompts the husband to seek another woman.

Bud did. He sneaked back to Carrie. He'd been living in sheer agony. He was approaching forty now, and his old impotence had come back to him. He couldn't satisfy his wife, and he was panic-stricken. He'd heard rumors about impotence in middle-age, and he was certain he'd met up with it.

"I know now I should never have married you," his wife would say witheringly, repeatedly, on those nights when Bud couldn't satisfy her.

This all had a serious, profound effect on him, causing him nearly to have a breakdown. Fortunately, the doctor, through psychotherapy, restored his self-esteem and sexual potency. But there was a lot more to Bud's case than appeared on the surface.

Though rather large in body, Bud had not been gifted with a large sex organ. In fact, he was undersized. And this too made him feel ashamed.

On the other hand, his wife was so loose that Bud often felt almost nothing in the sex act. After a time, he resorted to manual self-relief.

There came a time when his wife caught him in the bathroom. She roared and fumed, angrily admonishing him. "No wonder you're no good with me!" she raged. "You haven't any more lead left in that pecker of yours!"

That scene made a deep and lasting impression on Bud.

Once more, he went to Doctor Dandridge. The doctor said that both he and his wife were victims of a sex fallacy, that the habit of self-gratification had not made him impotent, that his impotence was imagined and psychological.

The doctor questioned Bud on oral intercourse. Bud told him about Carrie, not mentioning her name, and the doctor suggested that he try to get his wife interested, since he enjoyed sex that way.

He tried, but his wife balked. Bud sent her to Doctor Dandridge, and it took five or six sessions with him before she agreed to try it. After a few times of going down on Bud and finding him completely potent that way, she admitted that she also liked it.

It can be seen that a great deal of psychological impotence, with its mental turmoil, is quite unnecessary. Most men are far more potent and virile than they can ever imagine, provided they find the proper outlet for their sex drives.

When faced with an ego-shattering problem, a man can readily be on the road to overcoming it if he is willing to assume certain basic attitudes about himself. Pride should not prevent him from admitting his fears. There is nothing wrong or unmanly about being fearful. He must keep an open mind about sex. There is a lot he doesn't know, and he must be prepared to learn, and from the right sources, and not some glib amateur.

In facing the reality of sex and what it can mean to him, his life, his happiness, he must realize that many of his faulty ideas came from another generation, that of his parents, who knew practically nothing about the subject. Questioning the wisdom of their attitudes does not constitute disloyalty.

One might do well to heed the wise words of Doctor Albert Ellis: "But man does not live for physical well-being alone, but for psychological and emotional satisfaction as well. All human acts, in fact, appear to be psychological ones, involving the total individual or organism."

There is no doubt but what a man's well-being can be enhanced through a satisfactory sex life.