Chapter 1
"Get the fuck away from me, Pam." Jerry was talking to his younger sister. "Come on Jerry. Teach me how." Jerry was practicing his guitar. "I can't now. I'm in the middle of learning something. Tomorrow I'll teach you how to play it."
Jerry was talking about a song that Pam wanted to learn how to play. "Some brother you are." She went off to find someone else to bother. Jerry was home from college for the weekend. He lived far enough away at school to be away from his family, but it was near enough so he could come home if he wanted to.
"Shit." He was having trouble learning some new chords. He looked at his watch. He had made a date with Judy for that evening. He knew his father would be coming home soon. He also knew that there would be the usual confrontation about his hair.
He put his guitar down. He was bored. He wished he had stayed at school instead of driving home for the weekend. But he was here. At least the food was better at home. And of course he would be seeing Judy.
That was the real reason he had come home on this particular weekend. He knew it would be some time before he could come home again, work would be piling up at school. He wanted to see Judy while he could.
He heard a car pull up on the driveway. That would be his father. He took his guitar and went into the house to prepare himself for the battle between the generations. He put his guitar in the living room and went into the kitchen.
His mother was making dinner. "Dad's home," Jerry told her. She knew that he had come into the kitchen for moral support. She put the chicken into the oven and set the timer. She gave the dishes to Jerry. He started setting the table as his father came in.
The first thing Phil Pace said to his son was, "I don't want you to come home again until you cut your hair."
"Phil, please stop it." His wife understood how her son felt. "Jerry can come home anytime he wants to, with or without his hair cut." Phil left the kitchen.
"Don't listen to your father, Jerry. He's living in a different world."
"He thinks I'm a threat," Jerry said to her. "What?" Alice did not understand what her son had said. "I learned all about it in psychology. I appear more virile with long hair. I'm an obvious threat to his manhood. He thinks that his role as husband is endangered."
Alice did not understand what her son was saying. "Oh," she told him. He realized that he better explain it more clearly. "You know," he began, "Dad's at the age when he's worried about his virility. And I'm at the age when I'm at my most virile." His mother was a little embarrassed.
"You talk so freely about such things," she said. "Mother, that's the only way man is going to solve his problems. You have to talk about things before people can understand them. You can't keep things in the dark. Sex is a very normal thing, but it's been locked in a closet for centuries. We have to bring it out of that closet and talk about it, so we can all understand it."
He knew that he was shocking his mother. It's good for her, he thought. "Is that what they teach you in college?" she asked. "Well not in the classrooms," he said. "But only a small part of my education is learned in the classroom. Most of what I'm learning is from just talking to other people."
"Well Jerry, those people are people of your same age. They have the same ideas that you have." She sighed. "But there are other people like your father, older people. He's set in his ways. He doesn't want to change, because he can't change. He's too set in his ways. You see it's a vicious cycle."
Jerry thought how easily his mother explained things in her simple way. "He's going to have to change, Mom. We are. The world is going too fast to slow down." Alice smiled at her son. "Well," she began, "just remember what I said. Try to understand him even if he doesn't understand you."
She smiled at her son, and put her hand through his hair.
"And don't listen to him about not coming home. You come home whenever you want to. I like your hair long."
Jerry looked up at his mother. At least she's trying to understand, he thought.
"When are we going to eat?" Pam asked. She had appeared from nowhere. Alice told her to go and wash her hands. Jerry wanted to eat soon, he wanted to get over to Judy's as soon as possible. His prick started to move in his jeans.
He had last seen Judy two weeks ago. They had been to a movie. During the picture he had put his hand on her thigh. He was surprised when she took it off and pushed it towards her cunt. Through her pants he felt the warmth of her box and knew that he wanted it then.
After the film they had gone to a dark, private road that Jerry knew about. There he unzipped his fly to allow his throbbing prick to pop out, escaping the restriction of his tight jeans. Judy took it in her hand and caressed it up and down.
As she was rubbing it in her soft hand, Jerry thought how much he wanted her to take it in her mouth. He wanted to feel her tongue glide over it. He needed the sensitive tip to feel her lips sucking on the sensitive foreskin of his prick. The very thought made his cock pulsate and turn purple. Most of all, he wanted to feel his heavy load shoot down her throat.
"Blow me, Judy," he whispered.
"No. I won't do that," she said.
"Come on," Jerry urged. You'll like it."
"Stop it Jerry," she yelled. His prick was begging to come. But he didn't want her to finish by jerking him off, so his hand went to her cunt; but she pushed it away.
"Come on Judy. Let me." He opened her jeans. He felt her dark patch of cunt hair. He wanted to taste that cunt in his mouth. But he was afraid that Judy wouldn't let him eat her box. He knew that tonight he would have to settle for less.
His finger had worked into her wet pussy, and he slid it back and forth. But he wished that his tongue was there instead of his finger. Judy looked down to watch what he was doing. Jerry had felt embarrassed. And he kissed her hard on the mouth, biting her lips.
She had taken his prick in her hand. She had made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and put her fingers in her mouth. Then she had slipped this circle up and down his hard flesh. He worked his tongue into her mouth. They had sucked hard on each other's lips.
As they gave each other pleasure her cunt became an ocean of thick sweat. He still worked his finger back and forth until he felt her twat flood in his hand. She still worked her fingers over his prick. It was akward in the small car. He just had wanted to come, to get it over with.
It would have been so much easier, and pleasurable, if she had only let him eat her out. Finally he felt his come push through his balls and prick. It shot out onto her hand. Her hand was dripping with his thick come. She had made a disgusted face and wiped her hand on some tissues.
Jerry's finger went to his mouth. The smell of her cunt had filled his head. He sucked on the finger that had just been up her cunt. Next time, he knew, that he would try to get his tongue where his finger had been.
He saw his father and sister sitting in the living room. His mother told them to sit down in the dining room. Jerry brought in their melon, followed by his mother. "How's that college, I'm paying for. You learning anything?" his father asked.
"It's all right," Jerry said.
Jerry looked down at the wet melon. The thought of the cool fruit watered his mouth. He scooped into the melon. He thought of Judy's cunt. He thought of how much he wanted to eat her. His mouth began to water, and he started to choke on his saliva.
"Slow down, Jerry," his mother told him. He had to control himself. His mother brought out the chicken. It was Jerry's favorite dish. She cooked it in a red wine sauce. He cut into a breast. The soft, white meat again made him think of Judy. His mouth filled with the flavor of spice and wine. He had two more portions, then he left the table and called up Judy.
"Judy? I'm coming right over."
"O.K. Jerry," she said. He told his mother that he was going over to Judy's.
She told him to have a good time. "I plan to," he said under his breath.
He got into his car. Even though Judy's house was only a few blocks away he wanted to use his car. He got it only a few weeks ago. Judy was a year younger than he. She was a senior in the high school that he had attended.
He felt for the lump of hash in his pocket. He turned her on to smoking. Now he hoped to turn her on to something else. He planned for an exciting night. He hoped that he wouldn't be disappointed. He parked in her driveway. He didn't see her family's car.
She was waiting for him at the door. She kissed him eagerly. She stuck her tongue into his mouth. They sat down in the living room. It was quiet in the house. "Where's the folks?" Jerry asked.
"They went to the country club dance," Judy told him.
Things were working out just fine, he thought. He took the hard, black lump from his pocket. Judy's eyes lit up. He broke off a piece and put it in the small, brass pipe. He held it towards her and lit a match. She sucked hard on the pipe. The piece of hash glowed. She handed him back the smoking pipe.
He put the wet tip into his mouth. He sucked in the thick smoke. He wanted to get really high. They kept passing the pipe between them until they went through three chunks of the hash. Jerry's head was in a smoke filled haze.
Judy got up and put an album on the stereo. She turned the volume louder as Mick Jagger's voice screamed out for sympathy. Judy loved his voice. If there was anyone in the world she would love to fuck it was him. She sat down next to Jerry.
The Stone's music filled his head. He put his hand on her thigh. He moved it along up to her cunt. She put her mouth onto his. Their tongues touched. She put her hand on his fly. She felt the hard lump beneath his jeans.
Jerry undid her pants. His hand felt her soft cunt hair. His finger slipped into her wet slit. He couldn't stand it. The hash and the music made his senses more acute. He wanted to taste her cunt. He got up and pulled off his clothes.
He was standing naked before Judy. She stared at his hard prick. She liked what she saw. His stiff rod was beckoning her to it. Since that time in the car she made up her mind that she wanted Jerry. She wanted to feel the experience she only heard about.
She got up and took off her clothes. Jerry looked at her naked body. Her tits were round and full. They were each crowned with round, brown nipples. He looked at her patch of cunt hair. He saw it was wet. He fell down on his knees in front of that mouth-watering sight.
His mouth went straight to her cunt. He smothered his face in her wet hair. She pushed his head closer to her cunt. She wanted all the pleasure he could give her. She groaned as his tongue darted into that hot passage. Her knees buckled at the touch of his tongue in her cunt.
They laid down on the carpet, making that infamous number sixty-nine. She touched his prick. It was hard and hot. She never had a really big sex experience. It was always some quick thing in a car or in the back of a movie house.
She was fascinated at the size of Jerry's prick. She wanted to taste it in her mouth. She wondered how it would ever fit. She started to lick the stiff shaft. Up and down her tongue licked over the smooth skin. She liked the way it tasted.
She also liked the way Jerry's tongue was working in her cunt. She never thought that it could be this good. If this was what her body could do for her, she liked it. She felt a great itching inside her cunt, as Jerry's tongue worked faster.
Jerry's tongue now worked over her wet, hairy mound. He licked her thighs. She moaned at the touch of his sliding tongue. Without knowing what she was doing she opened her mouth and slipped Jerry's pulsing prick into it. She did not realize what she had done, until she had done it. But when she tasted the throbbing rod in her mouth, she liked it.
like a kid with a new toy, she sucked on it hard, unable to stop her lips from moving. Up and down the shaft her mouth moved. She had only the tip of Jerry's cock in her mouth. Her tongue glided over the smooth skin.
Jerry never let up as he felt the pleasure Judy was giving him. It was incentive for him to suck harder on her sweet pussy. His head was spinning from the hash, the music and the exquisite feeling down in his balls. He never imagined that she would be this good.
His tongue licked her belly. Then he worked his way back to her cunt. Again and again his tongue darted in and out of the sweaty pussy. His face was wet with her cunt juice. He could not get enough of her delicious twat.
She moaned and moaned as Jerry's tongue slid between her cunt lips. He knew that she was coming. She pounded her pussy into his face. He kept his tongue rigid so it glided in and out of the soaking slit. In a moment his face was bathed from her spent cunt.
She sucked on his prick hard. She wanted to give him the pleasure she had just received. Jerry felt his come escaping from his balls. He thrashed his prick down her throat. His hot cream shot into her mouth. She was surprised when she felt his hot come flooding her mouth. But she sucked up every drop of the thick come. When she sucked every last drop of come from his dick she lay back.
Her head was spinning with the pleasure she had just experienced. In the daze of the hash and the good feeling in her cunt, she was glad at the choice she had made. She had experienced something new and had enjoyed it so much.
But something happened the more she thought about it. She began to feel guilty. She looked down at her cunt. It was wet with Jerry's saliva and her own sweat. It looked dirty. She felt dirty. She looked at Jerry stretched out on the sofa. She looked at his wet, limp cock, wet from her own mouth.
She thought of his come shooting into her throat. Her hand reached for her throat. She felt sick. She left Jerry on the sofa and ran into the bathroom. She leaned over the toilet and threw up. She threw up Jerry's come. She wanted to clean her whole body, inside and out.
She ran upstairs to the shower. She turned on the hot water and soaped herself good. She opened up her mouth and let the water run into it, like she had let Jerry's come in only minutes before.
She got out of the shower and brushed her teeth. Then she used mouthwash. She wanted to get the taste of Jerry's prick from her mouth. The thought of what she had done made her sick all over again. She used more mouthwash. She regained her strength and went back into the living room.
Jerry was still on the sofa. She looked at his naked body. She looked at his prick, lying on top of his balls. She felt disgusted. "Get dressed Jerry," she said. He could tell by the tone of her voice that something was wrong.
"Hey. What's the matter?" he asked her.
"Nothing," she told him. But by the way she said the word it was obvious that a lot was wrong. He put on his pants.
"Didn't you dig it?" he asked her.
"I don't want to talk about it," she said.
"O.K." he said, "do you want to do anything?" he asked her.
"Nothing," she said. She wanted him to leave.
"Do you want me to leave, Judy."
"If you want to," she said coldly. He thought it would be the best thing if he did leave. "Listen," he said, "I'll call you tomorrow, O.K?"
"O.K." she told him. He went over and kissed her. But she did not respond. He left her sitting there, alone on the sofa with only the sound of Mike Jagger's screaming voice.
What the fuck is the matter with her, Jerry thought. He got into his car. It was still early. He decided to go for a drive. He took the old road that went out into the country. He wondered why Judy ,was so upset. He hadn't forced her to do anything. It seemed to him that she enjoyed his cock. While she was sucking on it she sure enjoyed it, he thought.
His prick stiffened at the thought of what he had done only minutes before. He wanted one thing. He wanted to taste some more pussy. By force of habit his car drove to Make Out Grove. It was the place that every high school boy knew.
He remembered all the sex he had had here. All the delicious pussy he had eaten here. He looked at his watch. He knew that in only a little while this place would be packed with cars. They would invade the area like ants at a picnic.
Anyone who came here, came here for one reason, to have sex. He licked his lips as he thought. He decided to wait and see what happened. Maybe, he thought, I'll see some chick I know. He hadn't seen any of the girls from high school, other than Judy.
He didn't have to wait long. Cars soon invaded the area. In just a few minutes the place would be hot with the smell of sex. He got out-of the car to try to find someone he knew.
He saw some girl bouncing towards him. She was followed by some guy who was built like a refrigerator. It was Tina. Jerry's prick climbed along his stomach. He had fucked her before. And right now he wanted to fuck her again.
"Hi Jerry," she said. "How's college?" she asked.
"Hi Tina. Everything is O.K." he told her. She saw his car.
"Oh, Jerry, ya gotta new car. It's nice." Jerry could taste her neat little pussy in his mouth.
"Yeah. You want to go for a ride?" He wondered how he was going to get rid of the stupid looking guy she was with.
"I'd love to go for a drive," she said dumbly. She turned to the drooling hulk next to her. "Listen Jocko," she started, "Jerry and I are old friends. He's home from college for only today and I want to talk over old times. You understand. Call me tomorrow."
Jocko said nothing, nothing distinguishable. He just grunted and walked away. "Jocko and I are like brother and sister," she said. That's all right, Jerry thought, if you like incest.
She got into the car. "Where do you want to go Jerry?" she asked. "Nowhere, baby," he told her. She smiled and put her hand on his thigh. Jerry liked dumb chicks. They didn't think about what they did, they just did it.
And as he remembered Tina did it real good.
Jerry put his lips on Tina's wet mouth. Her tongue shot into his mouth almost before their lips touched. Her hand was at his fly. With a flick of her wrist she undid his zipper. His hard prick sprang out of his pants, into her hand.
She squeezed it hard. She rubbed it from tip to root. Jerry leaned back as Tina leaned forward and slipped his hard cock into her mouth, all of it.
Her tongue glided over his hot prick. She was giving him sensations after sensation. He imagined how her wet, little pussy would taste in his mouth. He felt his come jetting from his prick, straight into Tina's wet mouth. She sucked every drop out of his prick. His cock slipped out of her mouth.
"Well, how have ya been Jerry?" she said wiping her mouth. You dumb bitch, Jerry thought, I want to taste your cunt right now.
He unzipped her jeans and exposed her soft patch of cunt hair. At seeing the lovely sight he instantly remembered the taste of her cunt. She pulled her jeans down to her knees and Jerry pulled them the rest of the way down to her ankles.
He saw the drops of cunt juice on her hair. He licked his lips and went right to work. Oh it was a tasty meal. His tongue licked up her wet slit. He tasted her cunt juice on his tongue. He wanted more.
She spread her thighs. His tongue licked her smooth crotch. The smell of her cunt intoxicated his head. His lips sucked on the wet, hairy mound. It lanced into her sopping pussy. His mouth flowed with saliva and twat sweat.
He could never get enough of that sweet taste. He sucked harder. His tongue jabbed into her cunt. He tasted a gush of sweet liquid. His mouth never left her cunt until every drop of it was in his mouth.
"Gee Jerry," she said when he was done. "You haven't changed a bit."
"Neither have you Tina," he said. But she didn't catch the sarcasm in his voice. "When are you leaving again for school?" she asked.
"I don't know. Sunday night I guess," he told her. "Listen Jerry. Tomorrow night I'm having a party. So if you're not doing anything, do you wanna come?" Tina, Jerry thought, the only place I want to come is in your mouth.
"Sure I'll come," he told her. "I'll take you home now, Tina." All the way back to Tina's house she talked about the kids he knew that were still in high school. He wasn't interested. He stepped on the gas. He wanted to get her out of the car quick.
Finally he got to her house. "Listen Tina," he said. "Can I bring Judy tomorrow night?"
"Sure, if you want to, but there'll be plenty of girls there."
"I'll see you tomorrow night," he said. "Sure. Thanks for a wonderful evening. It was great talking over old times," she said.
He wanted to throw the dumb bitch out of his car. But instead he kissed her wet lips. He slipped his hand down her pants and stuck a finger into her wet slit.
"Good night Tina."
"Night Jerry."
He watched her ass shake as she ran to her door.
He started his engine and left. As he drove back home he put the finger that he slipped into Tina's cunt up to his nose. It was still damp from her wet pussy. His mouth watered. He licked the finger as he drove home.
Alice got into bed next to her husband. He gave her a wet kiss. He put his hand on her thigh. He moved it up to her cunt. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her cunt in his mouth. This was one of the few pleasures left in their marriage.
Phil got off the bed to take off his pajamas. Alice sat up and took off her nightgown. Immediately Phil laid on his stomach and put his face to his wife's cunt.
His tongue licked up and down her slit. His face moved up her body, onto her belly. Then he returned to her sweet cunt. He sucked hard on the hairy mound. As he stuck his tongue up her wet slit, she pushed her throbbing pussy onto his tongue. Up and down she moved until she felt herself quiver with her climax.
She now wanted her husband's prick in her mouth.
Up and down she stroked it with her lips.
She slowly let it out of her mouth until she was sucking only on the tip. She sucked on the pulsing rod, then she let it back into her wet mouth.
Phil started pumping his prick between his wife's lips. She knew that he would be coming at any moment. She sucked harder to hasten her anticipation. She felt his thick cream sliding down her throat. She sucked on his prick as it slipped from its wet home.
Alice lay back. She was exhausted. She glanced at the clock. She had not heard Jerry come in. But then in the last few minutes she was only concentrating on one thing. She looked over at her husband. He didn't like Jerry's long hair. He was conservative about that. But when it came to sex, in the privacy of his own bedroom he let down all barriers.
She thought about what Jerry said about sex being kept in a closet. Her husband would never admit that he ate his wife's cunt. But in his bedroom he could indulge himself in whatever pleasures, unmentionable pleasures, that he wished.
They never talked during or after having sex. It was just something to do. It was a pleasure that was there, that they could take advantage of. But it was not something to talk about. Her husband was a hypocrite about sex.
Phil would laugh if she told him that, she thought. She knew he wasn't a hypocrite. He was just part of an entire generation that never took the time to examine itself, because they were trying to survive during a depression. They just accepted what their parents' morality was, and all the rigid rules that went with it.
But with some of that generation curiosity got the better of them. When they tried those pleasures that were only whispered about, they liked them. But because of guilt, the ghost of their parents, they could never admit that they indulged in such pleasures. They just did whatever they liked, but they had to pay the heavy price of guilt. She closed her eyes and tried to get to sleep. She wondered where Jerry was.
Judy was lying on her bed. She had sat on the sofa after Jerry had left, for a long time. She still thought she tasted Jerry's come in her mouth. She still felt sick, but it was more of a mental sickness than a physical feeling.
She kept thinking about how she had Jerry's prick in her mouth. She thought how she had let him suck on her cunt. She remembered how much she had liked it. Her thoughts excited her as much as they troubled her. She knew sex wasn't dirty. But she felt that what she did was something perverted.
She never went that far with any other boy.
She only gave hand jobs to boys. And even that she did only to Jerry and a boy she met during the summer. The only thing that she let boys do to her was to stick their fingers up her cunt.
All these things frightened her. She still wanted to see Jerry. But she was afraid that he would force her to do the things that she was afraid to do. She kept thinking about the pleasure that Jerry had given her with his tongue.
The more she thought about it the more she wanted to feel his wet tongue on her cunt. She remembered how his prick, had tasted. She remembered the feel of the smooth skin against her lips. She wanted to taste that hot shaft again.
Her cunt was wet at the very thought of having his prick in her mouth. She remembered her surprise as his hot cream had shot into her mouth, as it had slipped down her throat. She had liked the sensation. She remembered that she had wanted him again at the moment. But after a moment that want turned to disgust.
She felt her cunt. She wanted to feel Jerry's prick in her mouth. She wanted to feel his tongue on her cunt. Her finger worked in and out of her cunt. She wished that Jerry was there, sucking on it. He did it so well and gave her such pleasure.
Her cunt worked into a hot sweat. She felt her climax coming. She sighed as she came. That climax was only secondary to the feeling that Jerry had given her. She knew she wanted him. But her mind was racked with guilt. She felt dirty. It was a dirt that she knew that she couldn't wash off.