Chapter 7

Nobody Gets Pregnant That Way

What is civilization? It is no more than an intense effort to make life beautiful. If life is trivial, then civilization is vanity and vexation of the spirit.

For too long, civilization believed in the justification of the double standard on the grounds that it was thought men had greater sexual needs than women.

We are now pursuing a single standard for both men and women.

This, however, tears down the idea of rigorous chastity for the woman, and since a child inherits its father's name, the heritage line is all clouded with the possibility of a bastard offspring.

Adultery on the part of the husband does not necessarily alter the relations of the children to the parent and to each other. Lack of chastity in the wife, however, either breaks the family bond or weakens it through doubt. The purity of the woman and her faithfulness are, therefore, of the greatest importance. With this spotless purity of the wife, the family stays intact. Children are full brothers and sisters.

But sex being what it is, the woman often devises ways to have her extra-marital sex and keep the strain pure through perverse acts. In many swap parties, the rules call for only the use of the mouth by the woman.

Millie S. had masturbated as far back as she could remember. As a small child, she would often rub herself against a piece of furniture until she had an orgasm. She had done this to herself to the point of hurting her sex organs. At the age of nine, she was forced to suck an older brother. She learned to like it, and she saved her virginity that way until she was in college. On her first fuck, by the fellow she later married, she was asked how she liked it.

Her glib answer was, "Is that all there is to it?"

Millie had long ago learned more intense ways of satisfying herself sexually. A man's penis gave her very little satisfaction.

She had been rejected emotionally by her mother, a cold, vindictive woman who blamed the child for the pain she'd suffered in childbirth. The older brother had inherited many of the characteristics of his mother. He treated his little sister kindly only when she sucked him, so she did it for reassurance and love.

Sucking a cock was like sucking a pacifier, soothing and calming. She knew why she was a compulsive cocksucker, but that didn't change the powerful emotional conditioning that had created and reinforced her behavior patterns, her triggers, her needs.

And she didn't want to change.

She married the man who had first fucked her, a weak, sickly, somewhat degenerate person whose greatest interests were in scientific inventions and sex. They went through a period of natural intercourse, combined with other ways and methods, and, finally, Millie got pregnant.

She had a male child after a very difficult delivery.

For a long time afterward, she wouldn't let her husband, John, fuck her.

And the old pattern, established by her mother, began again. She rejected the child and refused to play the part of a mother to it.

She and John finally indulged exclusively in oral love to keep her from getting pregnant again.

Around the age of forty, John's .sexual powers, which had never been too strong despite all his bragging, began to diminish. But Millie's didn't.

Millie sought satisfaction with other men, with John's full approval, provided he was allowed to watch them. She had sex with a number of males in various perverse ways.

And then, one night at a party, she and John met Milo H., an unmarried man in his mid-twenties, some sixteen or seventeen years younger than Millie. There was an attraction between them at first sight. John liked Milo, too. There was something in common between them, chiefly a huge desire to brag.

And did they brag to each other! Milo was a newspaper reporter, and be bragged about his job. John countered with stories about his inventions which he'd never sold. Milo promised to give him a lot of newspaper publicity.

Millie's interest in Milo was lower down. She rubbed up to him, practically raping him. He was reluctant to take her up on her obvious offers and asked about her husband, John.

"Oh, he won't care," she said, then told him all John would want was the chance to watch them.

A few nights later, the three of them got naked in bed. Milo's rather small cock was hard, but John's stayed limp like a piece of rubber, though he was obviously burning up with a desire for some kind of sex.

Milo tried fucking Millie with his undersized cock, but she didn't like it and finally shoved him off. He wanted her to play with it, which she did. Finally, he slipped it into her mouth and told her to suck it.

She did.

At last, he guided it into her vagina again, but her vagina was big, and his cock was too little to go deep or give her much sensation. Only when he pressed tight did she feel a sparkle from her nudged clitoris.

He pulled out and asked, "Did it feel good?"

"Not much," she admitted dryly.

He said: "We're both spoiled. Let's try something else."

So they switched around to a sixty-nine position, and while Millie sucked Milo's cock and he mouthed her pussy, John fingered both their asses and played with Milo's balls.

And Millie was happy with Milo's sensitive, hard flesh in her mouth. Once, he broke away to reach up and suck her small, sensitive nipples. But she liked the other better and again forced his head down on her throbbing cunt.

Oh, Jesus, she liked oral love!

It was like sucking her mother's breasts and momentarily feeling love and security. It was like sucking her brother greedily while he petted and praised her, the only petting and praise she ever received.

In sucking, Millie sought to recreate the few golden moments of her otherwise drab and ugly childhood.

John's introduction to oral love had been somewhat different.

At fourteen, he'd gone into the men's room of a bus depot. The sign on the door simply said 'Men'. It gave no hint that he was about to enter one of the local contact places for a group of cocksuckers. Nothing indicated that this was anything but a place for a man to relieve himself.

A few seconds after he had entered the deserted men's room, a pale young man, not much older than he was, came through the door. John noticed that the young man now standing at the urinal beside him looked quite ill. He seemed to be swaying on his feet. Then he gasped, his legs buckled, and he slumped toward John, who managed to catch him in time to save him from crashing to the floor.

It was at this exact moment that two older men walked in. This split second timing was no accident, and they were not police, as they claimed to be. They were connected with a 'ring'. And they always managed to arrive at this compromising moment, and in their outspoken version of what they'd seen, they branded both John and the other young man as cocksuckers.

In horrified disbelief, John heard them identify the young, sick man as "Gertie," an oft-convicted offender. In a false soprano, "Gertie" proclaimed his innocence in a fashion that made matters seem worse than appearances indicated. He heard one of the pseudo-detectives say, "Save it for the judge!"

Trapped by embarrassing circumstances, panic-stricken, John never thought to ask the fake detectives to show their credentials. When they ordered him to come along with them, he did what he was told.

He was not taken to the police station.

Instead, he ended up in an old two-story house in the seamier section of the city. There, he was introduced to a new kind of sex.

Their love-making session included both men and women.

As John was led into a large room, with several beds in it, a woman raised up and said, "Hey, that kid's not dry behind the ears!"

She'd been sucking some man, and now he raised up and kissed her, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth. The woman reached over and found John's crotch. She probed it carelessly. "Let me suck it, kid," she said. "You won't be sorry. You might even be glad."

John drew back in fright. He'd had his cock sucked before, but by kids.

But this was a woman, at least thirty, who was pulling him to her. The man she'd been sucking got up and went to look for another mouth to take his hard, erect pecker. John began to feel a little better. What did he have to lose? He let the woman unbuckle his belt and slip his pants down. She eeled her fingers under the top of his shorts and peeled them down, also. Pretty soon, she had him naked. She was breathing heavily as her fingers circled John's rising cock.

John expelled a sigh and snuggled closer to the naked woman. She squinted to take in his naked form, and he saw crow's-feet form at the corners of her eyes.

A man appeared. "What have you got there, Jenny?" he inquired.

John noted that his eyes were blue and that he had a straight, handsome nose. He was very masculine.

When Jenny didn't answer, he went on, "You two been having a bunch of fun?" He was staring at John's body.

"The most," the woman said, now turning and grinning up at him.

"Got any of that nice stuff left for me, buddy?" the man asked, looking directly at John.

"Go find yourself another chicken, if you've got the urge," the woman told him angrily.

"Hell, I've always got the urge!" the man said. "I figure this kid's got enough cock to satisfy us both. What about it, kid?"

John kept quiet. But his whole body tensed.

"I figured it's my turn about right now," the man said. He fell to his knees before John. He took John's cock in his hands. "Relax, kid. I like sex, too. Any reason why I shouldn't? I'm going to show you how much I dig sex." He stuffed John's swollen penis into his mouth and sucked.

John had wanted to run, but now, what the man was doing fascinated him. It felt so damned good! The man was like an animal too long caged as he sucked John's cock and played with his ass. Then John heard the rasp of a jar being uncapped, and, in a moment, felt the man smooth an ointment into his ass. The man's fingers were stiff, probing. Then a hard knee straddled John, and he felt the man's hands kneading his back.

"You're going to love this," he breathed hoarsely, both his hands on John's shoulders. "They all love it with me."

John felt the man's big, stiff cock slide against his ass-hole, trying to force entrance. This was something new to him He'd always been fascinated by the idea of it, but he'd never tried it before. He feared it, and especially with a guy with a prick as big as this man's was.

"Relax, kid," the man said. "I'll be easy."

Despite his fear, John felt a certain amount of curiosity about how it would be.

"I've never been fucked in the ass," he told the man.

"Boy, it's a long time since I had me a cherry ass-hole," the man said. He patted John's quivering ass, and rubbed another glob of ointment into his hole.

Then he put his hands on John's hips and started easing his cock slowly into him. The woman on the bed watched interestedly. "Try not to hurt the kid," she told the man.

The man pressed his cock deeper into John's ass, at the same time tightening his hold on his hips.

"Am I hurting you, kid?" the man asked.

"A little," John said, nevertheless moving his ass back against the man.

"You want me to stop?" the man asked in a teasing voice.

"No," John said.

The man laughed pleasantly again. "What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Keep fucking my ass," John said. "Push it in deeper."

"See!" the man said. "I told you, you'd like it!"

He started fucking John solidly, pulling his cock almost all the way out of his ass-hole, then plunging it in again, in a steady rhythm. John's own cock was throbbing. The man reached around in front of him and started playing with it. John moaned with pleasure. "I'm gonna come pretty quick," John said.

"Good!" the man said. "So am I." He fucked John's ass-hole faster, until both of them spurted at the same time.

When the man pulled his cock out, it was still hard. "I'm ready for another go," he said.

The man then fell upon the woman who was lying on her stomach. Entry into her ass must have been sudden and searing. She moaned in quick agony but didn't resist the man's attack. Entrance had been achieved, John knew, but with much pain. Now, the man performed, plodding, plowing, thumping agony into the woman's body.

"How's it feelin' now?" he asked. "You liking it?"

The woman moaned, half in pain, half in genuine pleasure.

"Wow! I'm going to shoot my load!"

He wasn't lying. He did.

Now, the woman squirmed as the man's wilting cock left her. She positioned around, grabbed John, and took his cock into her mouth. God, John had never known it could be as wonderful as this! Her lips were soft and gentle. She reached up and explored his naked body, her mouth still working hungrily over his swollen cock. She took it out of her mouth and encircled John's hard organ with her fingers, jerking it back and forth. She played with his tufts of black hair.

Now, the man was down on her pussy with his mouth, and the three of them became a single pleasure machine. John heard the man gasp and knew he had finished. It wasn't a second longer until John exploded into the woman's mouth.

After that, the three of them showered together. Then the man began to yawn. John, unmindful of the love-making still going on on the various beds, put on his clothes and started to leave.

At the door, both the man and woman hugged him. "You're a pretty cute kid," the woman told him. "When you get horny, come again!"

John merely scratched his head and crotch and grunted.

"See you," the man said.

As John left, he turned and glanced back at the house, eager to get the correct house number.

He told himself he'd come back.

The truth was that John liked very much what had happened, though it had all been new to him.

In one evening, that man and woman had taught John the facts of life according to then-own way-out sexual code. He'd gotten a post-graduate course in the ways of certain sexual pleasures, and he'd learned about newer and greener pastures of sex.

Frank B. and his wife, Harriet, lived in a rather exclusive section of a certain eastern United States city. Frank made good money in the insurance business, and they owned their lovely home. Frank and Harriet had everything money could buy, but they often felt dissatisfied. For one thing, Frank had worked so hard 'getting ahead' that they'd dropped old-time friends and now sometimes felt quite lonely. Frank began to get bored with his routine married life. He wondered about the new craze of wife-swapping. He wanted to try it.

Frank had first been approached by some of his neighbors, but when he tried to convince Harriet that they should join in a party along the sophisticated couples' circuit, she balked. She said he'd simply been reading too many of those girlie magazines.

A week later, however, he convinced her to let him send away for lists of 'sophisticated couples' and to join friendship clubs which advertised for "adventurous, uninhibited, broadminded couples".

At first, the pen pal letters they received were just chatty. But with each letter, matters got hotter.

Frank was going on forty. He was plump and balding, and a mere echo of the handsome athlete he'd been back in college.

Harriet, on the other hand, was a bit younger, pert and still pretty. She seemed to be everything a middle-aged man could want, sensible, feminine, and desirable.

There had been no children during their fourteen years of marriage.

"We just don't get out enough," Frank sighed as he sorted through some of their mail from other "adventurous, broadminded, and uninhibited" people.

Then he handed Harriet a letter from a pile. It was from a couple in a nearby city, both of whom, judging from their photos, were in their middle or late thirties. They wrote that they were happy that Frank and Harriet also liked "unusual experiences" and suggested that they exchange detailed accounts of their different experiences.

Another couple suggested trading snapshots. "Candid, uninhibited poses," their letter suggested. Then they'd like to arrange a meeting as soon as possible.

Still another couple wrote that they felt they were missing something vital after eight years of faithful and unadventurous marriage and were eager to broaden their experiences with other couples similarly inclined.

These replies were causing some dissension between Frank and Harriet. Frank was hot for a trot, but Harriet's feet were growing cold.

Eventually, though, Frank cajoled Harriet into accepting a dinner invitation from the couple in the nearby city. They had called unexpectedly after several rounds of correspondence, and after an especially pleasant chat, had suggested that Frank and Harriet come over for dinner.

Frank accepted, and despite Harriet's suggestion that they cancel the whole thing, they set our one Saturday evening for some 'sophisticated' entertainment in split-level suburbia.

This couple, George and Ellen, proved to be quite different from what they'd expected. They lived in a lovely home, and one's first impression was that they were like any other people on their block.

Over the phone, George had suggested, "Maybe, after dinner, we can watch some movies or plan a party for later on."

To everyone's surprise, the four of them hit it off well from the beginning. George had quite a sense of humor, and from Harriet's point of view was strikingly handsome and masculine.

Frank was happy that Ellen was a blonde. She had a trim figure.

After the delicious dinner, George suggested that Frank and he carry the dishes to the kitchen. Out there, in a man-to-man talk, they agreed that they were game for anything their wives would go along with. Upon returning to the living room, they found that their wives had had a girl-to-girl talk along similar lines, and were agreeable.

Harriet, consenting more to please Frank, settled down on the couch next to George, while Ellen led Frank into one of the bedrooms.

Immediately, Ellen got naked. She had a lovely body, and the very sight of her made Frank's passion begin to rise. His cock was pushing hurtingly at the front of his pants even before Ellen unzipped him. She took his hard cock out and held it gently in her hands.

"Oooh, Jesus Christ!" Frank cried.

Ellen pushed Frank gently upon the bed. The mattress was very soft, like feathers, and they sank into it with a floating sensation.

Ellen laughed as Frank's hands went to her breasts, squeezing, rubbing gently. She arched her back and pushed her tits against him. "Ummm, I love what you're doing to me!" she said.

"Want me to do more?"

Frank kissed her, and his hand roamed along her thigh and stroked her pussy lips. She was moistening down there.

"Get out of your clothes," she ordered.

Frank got off the bed and stripped. She caught him and engulfed his hard cock with her mouth. She closed her eyes and sighed, and began sucking with love.

Frank's cock felt good in her mouth. He liked the sensation of it sliding in and out. It was sensual and satisfying. She plunged her lips down his shaft to the curly fringe of hair around his organ, and her throat constricted on his glans.

Frank groaned.

Ellen kept her face tight against him, his cock totally in her mouth and throat. He felt her throat work in minor spasms.

He began gasping and moaning as an orgasm built swiftly in his loins. He moved a bit to be more comfortable.

Frank had never sucked a pussy, but he wanted to sixty-nine with Ellen now. However, she was leeched upon him and he couldn't pull away.

He began thrusting his hips into her face, trying to bury his cock in her deeper even than it was. He felt close to shooting his load.

He tried to hold back. Ellen raised her head until only his glans was between her lips. She massaged it with her tongue until he thought he'd go crazy. And then she plunged, retreated, plunged again, her lips clinging wetly, tightly to his sensitive skin. She worked her tongue against the pleasure centers on the underside of his glans.

Frank gripped her head and cried, "Oooh-uhhh!"

He was at the moment of his peak, and his juice began squirting into her mouth.

He heard the door open. He opened his eyes, and Harriet and George were standing there.

He met Harriet's gaze for an endless second.

Then Ellen plunged her head once more to give him the last bit of pleasure possible. He gasped with his own excitement.

Seconds later, when he looked up again, Harriet and George were gone. The door was closed.

In another bedroom, George was saying, "I'm partial to the way Ellen makes love." He was squeezing Harriet's shoulder.

She looked up at him, and a shiver went through her. She was getting an all-gone, sick feeling in her stomach. She was breathing fast.

"No please, no " she begged.

"You are going to suck me off, Harriet. You are going to do it to me like Ellen did it to Frank."

"No!"

"Yes!" He was opening his pants. "It's part of our rules in wife-swapping. Nobody gets pregnant that way."

Harriet saw his hands bring out his hardened cock, a long, thick column whose skin drew back as it grew to reveal a violet head.

She gasped.

"Look at it, Harriet. You want it in your mouth, don't you? You want to taste it and suck it. You want to make me come."

Harriet's gaze fastened on his cock which was barely a foot from her face now. There was something hypnotic in what he was saying. He pushed his hips closer, and she could not turn her head away. His cock touched her cheek.

"Suck it, Harriet. Suck it. I want to come in your mouth."

Harriet no longer felt as much reluctance as she had earlier.

Slowly, he moved the head of his cock along her cheek, to her lips. He nudged her mouth.

Her lips opened and spread over his warm, silky glans. She placed her hands on his buttocks and pressed her head forward. Her mouth took the long inches of his cock, deep into her throat. She sucked.

He caressed her hair and said hypnotically, "Suck, suck, suck."

His voice began shaking, and he was panting. He dug his fingers into her scalp.

She felt his almost-sweet semen splash into her throat. He swayed and grunted over her head. She sucked until he had nothing left to give her. He pulled his cock from her hot, willing mouth.

He whispered, "Oh, God, Harriet, that was good!"

Harriet lay writhing on the bed. George turned away and started to zip up. She begged him to do something for her-to her. She writhed her cunt suggestively at him.

He clamped his mouth over her hot pussy, and it was no time at all until she'd had an orgasm.

It had been the first time for both Frank and Harriet, and on the way home that night, they decided not to discuss the details between themselves. That way, they'd avoid making each other jealous.

As a result of that night, both of them had learned about oral love. And they liked sex that way. They began practicing it on each other.

They began getting more invitations to small parties and several pen-pals wanted to trade snapshots of each other "going all the way." It was Harriet who admitted one day that just 'raw sex' with a man wasn't very good, and she wished to terminate their partying.

Talking with some of the other men, Frank found out that frequently the women preferred a secure life to a sophisticated one.

He suggested first that Harriet and he date separately; that is, go to different parties. Harriet said she'd had her fill, but for Frank to go alone if he wanted to, so long as she wasn't involved.

He did a time or two. Then, one evening he threw away all of their correspondence. He'd decided that he had all the good stuff he could use right at home. By this time Harriet had become a pretty efficient cocksucker, and was able to provide Frank with as much sexual pleasure as he could find in any other woman. In fact, he told Harriet, their discovery of the pleasures of oral love had made "a new woman" of Harriet. Naturally, Frank's recently found enthusiasm for cunnilingus had a lot to do with making Harriet into that "new woman."