Chapter 6
I picked up the next issue of OPEN YOUR MOUTH and read it cover to cover. This time I realized there were several articles, too, not just dirty pictures. I read the articles and learned a lot about the feelings oralists have, and how other oralists coped with the bad image of them which society has.
A lot of the writers seemed to understand what my world was like. Reading Mouth, I didn't feel so sad or alone any more.
When I got back to the advertisement section, I found myself daydreaming about meeting some of the people there.
I felt scared though, too. I'd been really lucky meeting Pete and Penny that way—who knows what kind of freaks and oddballs I might have met if I took chances on all these people.
Then I found a new ad, a big one, right in the middle of one of the pages.
DIG YOUR MOUTH?
USING IT?
Mouth worship club for
serious mutual admiration.
Call FY2-45 87. Oralist Soc.
I reread the ad several times and I couldn't imagine what one of their meetings would be like. I decided that it was time I got out of this isolation I was in.
I dialed the number.
"Hello. Oralist Society," said a masculine voice.
"I read your ad in OPEN YOUR MOUTH and I'd Eke some information about your society."
"Yes, ma'am. Our next meeting will be held Thursday night at 7:30 at 17 William St The doors close at 8:00. No reservations are needed, but there is a two dollar charge to coyer expenses, and light refreshments are served. What is your name please?"
I hung up on him. I wasn't giving these crazies my name. He hadn't even given me any information on their place. If I was going to find anything out, I'd have to go there myself.
Thursday morning when I was leaving for my office, I saw the address on my phone pad and ripped it off, and during my long boring afternoon at work I decided that I had nothing to lose by going.
I felt pretty damn beautiful walking over there in my sheer, black dress. I wondered if I'd meet anyone over there who had as hot a mouth as myself, or if they were just a bunch of lechers and curiosity seekers.
I rang the bell at William Street and a woman opened the door for me. She was hi her thirties, dark haired, and wore a dazzling red dress.
"Hi. Is this the Oralist Society?"
"Yes, dear, it is. Do come in. Well be starting the meeting shortly. Ummm, I must say you have an extraordinarily beautiful mouth. During the meeting I hope you'll tell of some of your experiences with it,"
I gave her a crooked grin and walked by her.
A number of chairs were lined up in rows with little groups of people sitting around hi them chatting. When they saw me, several of them also made exclamations about my mouth. I felt flattered and embarrassed.
Someone handed me a cup of coffee. Clutching it for protection, I sat alone in an end chair-and waited for things to happen.
The men were all wearing business suits, except for one guy just coming out of the kitchen in a sports jacket and plaid pants. Most of the women wore stylish dresses of just one color. They all seemed to be making small talk, and the whole scene reminded me of a cocktail party.
As eight o'clock approached the room filled with some forty or so people. Some were young, most middle-aged, and all were dressed respectably. That surprised me—I must not have accepted my own oralism.
The lady in red rapped on the desk.
"May I have your attention please? I'd like to get the meeting started."
An expectant hush fell over the room.
"I see several new faces here as a result of our membership drive, so I think I'll mention the aims of our little society. First, let me say that my name is Cynthia, and that I'm glad to see so many new mouths here. Our group has been formed because of the nature of the sexual pleasure we all seek. For most of us here it's mouth contact, in either active or passive roles, that turns us on. If that scares anyone here, this might be a good time to leave, and if you want to, you could talk privately with one of our staff at some future time.
"Everyone's staying? You're sure? O.K., I'm glad, but don't say I didn't warn you.
"In this group we have formed a close, ever= strengthening bond with one another. This bond has allowed us to practice our own customs and to feel free to experiment with our mouths in ways that the narrow-minded society outside these doors would frown upon, even lock us up for."
Some scattered hissing and booing took place.
"I'd like to begin the meeting by just giving you all a chance to get to know one another. After you've mingled for a few minutes, some of our members will be speaking about their experiences and hassles coming of age in this society. O.K.," Cynthia said, smiling, "go to it."
Several of the people began talking all at once.
I stayed right where I was. I was afraid of all these people and didn't want to get too close to them. Some of them had already started to kiss each other. That tamed me on, but I was afraid of what they might think of me. I remembered how disapproving everyone had been in my small town back home, and these people reminded me of them.
"Hi!" He was digging me in the ribs, trying to get my attention. "Fm Carl, who are you."
"Lois." I didn't dare pull my Lois Lips bit around these people!
"Well, Lois, I want you to know that I think you have just about-the loveliest mouth I've ever seen."
"Everyone's been saying that to me. What is that, some kind of ritual around here? I don't get it."
He leaned forward. "Your lips make a perfect Cupid's bow, the way they arch in the middle, swing down, then go up ever so slightly in the corner. To me that shows a taut, alert soul."
He let his finger trail over my lips as he stressed each part of them. I blushed, because he seemed to admire me so much, and because I'd thought I was catching him giving me some line, but he had something to back it up.
"Would you mind if I kissed you?" he asked softly.
I hesitated, then thought what the hell, this is what I same here for.
He bent down and placed his lips gently on mine. His lips moved around on mine, in an exploratory way, I could tell that he was really feeling me, not just going through some ritual the way a lot of genitalist pigs do. Just as I turned onto him, he began to pull away, so I didn't force myself on him.
I found myself drifting off to other people. I wasn't so afraid any more, I did want to reach out and make relationships; after all, these were my people.
I began nudging my way around the room, Just saying hello to people and speaking to them for a minute.
A girl my own age rushed up to me and kissed me right on the lips. I was startled at first, and then she was gone off to someone else.
Then Cynthia called the meeting to order again. Was she deliberately frustrating us this way, getting us turned on then stopping the process?
"I'd like to ask some of our regular members to speak on some of their experiences with their mouths."
She paused, letting the words sink in.
"Do we have any volunteers?"
There was only whispering and a few giggles.
"Nobody wants to talk?" Her voice sounded amazed and hurt.
"If no one else wants to take this opportunity, I will."
A fine bunch of oralists, I thought to myself. Closet lips!
"My story starts when I was sixteen years old and living on a farm in the midwest. My mother died when I was four, so my father and I managed the farm by ourselves. One afternoon when I had finished my chores for the day, I took a walk with my dog, Cane, a big shepherd. He was a big dog, all covered with grey and black fur, and I really loved him. We used to walk together all the tune, but this afternoon was special.
"The night before I'd been in my father's room by myself and I'd gotten turned on by some books that showed fellatio and cunnilingus, and only by those, not by the intercourse ones. I didn't know it at the time, but this was the beginning of a long search and a lifestyle.
"Anyway, Cane and I went up into the Mils, When we finally came to rest in a glade filled with tall grass, I sank down into it and let the grass tickle the backs of my thighs. Cane lay down, too, and I could feel his fur on my legs. I started to pet him and he rolled over to offer me his stomach. I scratched his belly for a long time and then I realized his pecker was standing straight up in the air. I'd never seen it like that before, and I reached down and touched it. Cane made a low, growling noise.
"Cane's cock was bright red, glossy looking, and curved.
"I played with it in my hand for a long tune. Then I moved up closer so I could get a better idea of what it looked like. Cane just lay there and let me play with him, he didn't seem to mind at all."
"I sniffed at it but all I could smell was wetish fur. Then I decided to do what I had seen the woman in Daddy's picture do to the man. I took Cane's cock fully into my mouth!"
A gasp came up from the room.
I looked around. Everyone seemed spellbound.
"His dog cock tasted pretty good. I took the whole length of it right into my mouth. I sucked all around it and drew it in between my lips. Cane lay there making low, animal noises. Sometimes his body would jerk a little. I thought from the way he was behaving that he liked what I was doing to him. Finally I got into sucking him in a rhythm, and then that damn dog shot his load right into my mouth. His come was hot and salty and filled my entire mouth. I swallowed some of it and spit out the rest, but that was only the beginning of Cane's and my adventures together. Finally, just before I left home to go to college, Cane fucked me right in the cunt. I enjoyed it, in a way, but it wasn't the same as having that proud dong of his in my mouth and being able to suck away on it like a happy baby. And ... that's the way I am today."
Her voice had trailed off at the end, it had become low and thoughtful.
Some scattered applause came, then silence.
Cynthia's voice came from far away when she asked, "Anyone else care to tell about themselves?"
I felt the urge to cry out and say, "Me. I do!" but I didn't know what I'd say.
A middle-aged man with a middle-aged spread, wearing a blue suit, was pushing his way up through the chairs. Cynthia welcomed him, then came to a chair near me and sat down in an aura of sad self possession. He looked over the audience for a full minute before he began to talk.
"I'm Jack. Most people like to fuck, but not me. I suck pussy or cock, it doesn't matter which to me. I just love feeling another human being getting excited under my mouth.
"I grew up in a house full of women, just women, my mother, my grandmother, and some aunts and cousins. One lazy, summer afternoon I was alone with just my mother. She'd sent me upstairs to take a nap but I couldn't sleep. When I heard her coming up, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. She tucked me in, then she hovered around for a while, running her hands over my legs.
"After she left, I heard the shower running. Then she went into her room, and the springs kept creaking. I snuck out of my room to see what she was doing. The door was wide open, as if she'd hoped I'd come.
"Mama was lying on her bed, her thighs spread wide apart, and I could see her pussy from where I was standing. Her hand was down in her nest and she was rubbing herself. Her hips kept going up and down off the bed and she was making a lot of little noises.
"I thought she might have hurt herself and I came rushing in.
" 'What's wrong, Mama?'" I asked her anxiously.
Her hand jerked away from her cunt.
" 'I'm all right, Jackie. What are you doing out of bed?'
" 'I heard you making noises and I thought you'd hurt yourself.'
" 'Nothing's wrong.'
" 'But you're pink all over, in between your legs and in your face and everywhere. And you're not breathing right. What's wrong, Mama?" Her face blushed a bright scarlet.
" 'I was just trying to make myself feel a little better down there, that's all.'
" 'Can ! watch?' I asked her.
"At first she said no and tried to shoo me off to bed. Finally she gave in and said I could watch if I promised never to tell anyone about what I had seen her doing.
"I promised, then she lay back and spread her beautiful legs. From where I was sitting on the bed, I could see her dewy pink inner lips inside the hairy ones, and there was a little pink nubbin of flesh sticking out at the very top of her slit. I didn't know what it was then, of course.
"Mama put her hand on that little button and her fingers kept going around in a circle on it.
"She shrugged off the blouse she was wearing. I helped get it off her shoulders. I saw her tits for the first time. They were large with bright, pink nipples and they stood out from her chest. They rose and fell with each ones of her breaths. I wanted to suck them very much, but I thought Mama might not like that so I just sat there licking my lips.
" 'I feel lonely and silly doing this in front of you, Jackie. Would you hold me?' "I sat up next to her on the front of the bed and put my arms around her shoulders. I could feel her body shaking in my arms, and her tits kept moving. I put my hand on one of them, and she let out a moan of pleasure.
" 'Just a minute, Mama,' I said, 'I have to go to the bathroom.'
" 'O.K., Jackie. Hurry back, will you? I like having you here with me while I do this.' "When I came back, my little prick was hard, and I was shy again about getting too close to her and letting her see it. I sat back down on the end of the bed.
"Mama's legs were wide apart now. I was curious about what she was doing, and there was a funny smell coming up from between her legs. I moved in closer and rested my hand on her knee. She reached up and began rubbing my belly with her foot.
" 'Oh, Jackie. If only your father was alive today. He knew just the right way to suck me off when I'm hot.'
"That sounded like something I could do to help. After all, I'd kissed Mama lots of times, not in that place, but in a lot of other ones.
"I brushed her hand away and put my mouth down on her wet cunt. She groaned real loud and said, 'Oh, Jackie, you mustn't do that!'
'But I did. She stopped trying to fight me, and she let me lick her cunt all over. For me, it was like the time I used to have a pet squirrel to play with. She was all warm and furry and I could play with her and suck at her. I liked the way she tasted and the way she squealed whenever I hit a sensitive spot.
" That's it, Jackie. Right there, keep licking that little button, O.K.?'
"I did. I sucked it way in between my teeth, licked it, and nibbled at it.
"Mama began writhing all around on the bed. My head was buried deep in her snatch and her thighs were clamped onto my head.
"I was really enjoying being there with her, feeling safe and warm and that I was really helping her. Then she began to jerk around and groan so loud she was almost screaming. Her body got all stiff and I was afraid she was going to die. Then she collapsed back down on the bed and somehow I knew she'd be all right.
"I wanted to keep on helping her, but she didn't want me to any more. She said it hurt too much and I was afraid I'd done something wrong. No, she said, we'd just had enough for one day. She had, but I hadn't. I don't think I'll ever have enough."
I could sense a new aura in the room as Jack finished talking. I and many others in the room were getting hot with all this talk about our sex lives. My own hand was scratching my pussy. Other people were playing with themselves or their neighbor, but in very subtle, well-mannered ways that would probably have seemed only extra affectionate to a newcomer.
"Anyone else with a story to tell?" asked Cynthia?
A girl in yellow slacks and a gaudy blouse came up and took the platform.
"I don't really have a story to tell. I have a problem I'd like help with."
"Feel free, my dear. One of the reasons we're here is to help people."
The room nodded in agreement.
"My name is Sharon. I can't come unless I'm sucking someone's cock."
I gasped out loud. I couldn't believe my ears. I was able to come other ways, but still—-Sharon was the same as me! I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me. No, they were all staring at her. I still didn't want them to know about me, but I wanted to see what suggestions they gave Sharon.
"What I mean is," she continued, "I'll be out on a date with a guy and well start necking and petting. Then they always want to fuck. Once in a while they let me suck them off, but usually they try to force me to fuck them, and I just don't get anything out of it that way."
Just like me, I thought.
"I only know I'm going to get an orgasm when I'm sucking someone off, and once in a while when they eat me."
She came to a stop now. I was anxious to hear what they'd say to her.
"My dear, you have to learn to accept your oralism,, Being an oralist is neither dirty nor perverted. It's a way of life for many of us here tonight."
I liked what Cynthia said. I'd always thought my own orality was dirty, was something I couldn't force on other people. But her idea "was so simple and so right: accept your own oralism, don't get brainwashed by society into putting your own oralism down. If it's right for you, it's right.
I was flipped out in my own dreamworld while other people were given their reactions to Sharon's problem (and mine). Another man with a high, boring voice went up and talked. The audience became restless and began shifting in their seats, getting up for coffee, or conversing and necking with their neighbors.
Cynthia saw what was coming. She got up and helped the man finish, fast.
"Now, let's be ourselves and just see where we go from here," she said.
People began kissing and holding each other.
I moved into the embrace of a woman in her fifties. She kissed me on the lips, and I guess that was what really got me started.
I got up from her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the man with the plaid pants locking the door with a large key.
Then a young, blond guy was right in front of me. We,- too, kissed and slowly explored each others' mouths with our tongues.
His tongue reached up to the roof of my mouth, and slowly delineated the roof of my mouth and the area within my upper teeth. I began sucking on his hot spear. Then I started getting all the juices from his mouth and drawing them into mine.
His arms came around me. His hands slid over the rounded cheeks of my buttocks and even caressed the crease of my ass through the black material of my dress.
I felt a new pair of hands on me while in the young man's embrace. They were soft, and I thought they were female but they turned out to be male. This other guy was holding We from behind and feeling up my tits and belly. I felt one hard cock pressing at my cunt and another at my asshole. I enjoyed their attention. I felt safe knowing that they, too, were oralists (I hoped), and would be open to sucking, not just fucking.
I touched the cock in front of me through his pants. He had a huge horse cock and I "wished it were in my mouth. I unzipped his fly and groped for his balls.
"Ummm, baby, would you do me?" the blond fellow murmured.
I sat down on the chair and tried to get his huges hard cock out through his fly. As I was doing so, another hard dong began nuzzling at my lips. I lathed the thick head with my tongue and scoured his shaft with my teeth. His balls bumped up against my chin and I felt smothered by cock. The first cock was free now and that, too was pushing into my mouth. Despite astraphobia, I was enjoying myself, but I wanted to manipulate the situation I was in so I could get more out of it than the usual blow job.
I was feeling very free and uninhibited about my orality now, and this seemed like a good place to test out and experiment with my new feelings.
Tender hands reached down over my shoulders and began unbuttoning my dress. They were white, blue veined., and quite shapely. As the hands followed my buttons down to the belly, I saw a bright red material on the sleeves, and I knew the hands were Cynthia's,, which made me feel very good.
My dress was wide open now. In a quick check around the rest of the room I saw many people in various stages of undress, so I decided to let myself go. When Cynthia stepped in front of me and offered me her hand, I stood up. My dress and undergarments were suddenly off.
"Just lean back and let yourself go. I'll be there," Cynthia whispered in my ear.
I did that, trusting her. She grasped me firmly under my arms. I was lifted to waist height, and she and the other men began rocking me .gently back and forth in mid-air, meanwhile crooning to me softly. I felt like a child again, being able to let myself go with these people.
I was lowered to the floor. Cynthia wag kneeling right there in front of me, looking into my face long and lovingly, as she caressed my cheeks and smoothed my hair back from my forehead. Other men and a woman were also bent over me, running their hands softly over my body. One of the men began taking off his pants.
I was a bit uneasy, wondering what they were all going to do to me.
"Cynthia!" I heard someone call from another part of the room. She bent down and kissed me deeply on the lips.
" 'Scuse me, honey. I'll be back if I can be." She was gone.
Now they all seemed to press in on me. Their hands became hotter and heavier and I couldn't seem to get any air.
I didn't want this. I shook them loose and pushed my way up. A hand grasped at my bare ass as I retreated, but now I was free.
In a different part of the room I saw one guy blowing another. I was fascinated, I'd always wanted to see that. I went up behind him and tickled my fingers around hi his asshole while he bent himself to his task. The other guy was moaning away and their motions were speeding up.
The hell with it, I decided. I wanted someone to be with by myself. I didn't go for this mass, anonymous scene that was developing.
I wandered around, feeling like a lost little girl.
A naked, muscular man appeared before me. He held out his arms to me and I walked into them. He held me very tightly and reassuringly. I liked being there.
I kissed his neck and ran my hands over his back. His cock was pushing into me, but it was his cock, not just some cock. I stood back to look into his face. His eyes were intent on me.
"I don't know who you are," he said, "but I've been watching you ever since you walked into the room."
That was enough. He seemed almost fatherly and concerned for me in the middle of this mass orgy and—I was pretty damn hot. I- came back into his embrace.
He picked me up and carried me back to the sofa. He sat by me as I lay there.
"What's your thing, baby?"
"Sucking cock."
"You into fucking at all?"
"Not much. I'm more like Sharon and Jack. That's why I'm here. I can't help wondering why you are here if you're not like us."
Everyone has their own way, I guess. If I could give him a good time my way, maybe he wouldn't be worrying about the rest.
I went down on him. My body was sprawled out shamelessly on the sofa and my head was in his lap. I nestled my head into his belly and my hand came onto his balls. His cock was a fine piece of work, and I wanted to, give it my full admiration. I liked the feel of it in my mouth, and I wanted to go on sucking it forever.
When he shifted back on the couch though, propping his legs up, I saw a chance to get to his asshole and I went for that, too. I rimmed it for a while, then went back to sucking his good old: lollipop. I plunged my finger up his asshole while sucking him and he leapt, then seemed to settle down to it. His prick began jerking madly—the asshole stimulation must have really gotten to him.
I drew back and gave him some divine torture for a minute, just looking at him, flicking his cock about randomly.
I came back down to him, and this time he popped as soon as my mouth touched his dork, I was shocked.
My mouth filled up with his come and I lay back dreamily, swallowing it.
He started moving around again on the sofa and, before I knew what was happening, he had his mouth on my cunt.
I felt as if I was being nibbled at by a thousand tiny little fishes. It felt great. I hadn't come before sucking him because I didn't know he was so ready to come, and I'd been holding back. But now this promised to be a delightful arrangement.
No place in my cunt was left untouched by his unleashed tongue. My cunt kept pushing up into his mouth so that he could get further into me. For once it seemed just right to be lying back and letting someone eat out my pussy.
I hooked one of my legs over the back of the sofa, and put my other foot on the floor. That opened me up real wide and gave him total access to my aching cunt My eyes were closed so it was a wondrous surprise when a new cock, hot and hard, pressed up against my whimpering lips. I opened up and took it in. This was a dream: a tongue in my cunt and a cock in my mouth,, lunging in and out.
The tongue in my cunt came higher up and began circling around my clit, and a new tongue squeezed in down below. I writhed harder and higher and slurped away at the cock. If this was an initiation into the Oralist Society, it was a fine one!
More bliss! Someone else was on my tits now, sucking at them and biting them. I had never been so totally turned on in every hot place in my body. Mouths were everywhere, even a tongue in my ear now. My skin was on fire, I was ready to explode.
The cock in my mouth tensed, and I knew it was about to shoot. I reached up and wrapped my hands around his buttocks and drew him into me.
Shots of wet juice sizzled into my mouth.
I rose higher and higher.
When the first cock finished, it withdrew and another entered my lips, pulsating.
"I'm coming, now!" I screamed out through my mouthful of dork.
My body rocked with the force of my orgasm.
As my contractions began, someone stuck a finger into my cunt. "Man, you should feel this chick squeeze!" he said. Another finger came in. I was so open I probably could have taken a whole fist up there.
Then it was over. The cock in my mouth withdrew without coming, and the mouths left my body. I was alone with my own mouth. Its sensuous buzzing had, for once, ceased as I bathed in the relaxation following a total orgasm.
I lay back and watched the others. All were undressed. Some had spent themselves and were lying back alone or in slow caresses. Others were humping away into different mouths. One guy was fucking a woman in the ass, but otherwise, as far as I could see in the dim light, it was all mouth action.
Suddenly I wanted to get the hell out of there. This was a pleasant place with good, accepting people, but I'd had all I could take for one night.
I dressed and left.
As I lay down in bed that night, I kept being delighted about what Cynthia, the lady in red, had said about accepting one's own orality. Maybe this would be the first day of a new life for me.