Chapter 8

Mrs. Mary B-, 42 yrs., blonde. Widow.

5'4". 113 lbs.

When Horace, my husband, died it seemed the natural thing o do, becoming the housemother of the Delta Rho fraternity. Horace had been a Delta Rho himself and had acted as their advisor as long as he taught mathematics at the college. The fraternity's former housemother had been discharged due to inefficiency in managing the house and they were looking for a replacement. Of course I knew that they had a reputation on the campus for being a very fast group of lads but I had always believed that was mostly envy on the part of certain malcontents on campus. I accepted their offer and moved in two months after Horace's funeral.

To be quite honest, the only misgivings I had about taking the post concerned myself. You see, Horace had not been quite the typical college mathematics professor that you read about in novels. He had been a capable mathematician but he had also been an extremely capable lover. Even though I'd been a virgin at the time I met him, he taught me to love every phase of the sexual arts and to become highly proficient at satisfying his lusty appetites. In the process of learning how to accomplish that, of course, I had discovered that I had quite a high erotic potential myself. As Horace taught me more and more about sexuality, I learned that I had an almost endless desire for him.

He taught me all the common vulgar terms for our bodies and the acts we performed. I had never heard most of those words, of course, but I found that saying them when I was next to him, pressing my naked body next to his, had an amazingly erotic effect on both of us. Consequently I began using the words frequently when we were together, though I would never use them in polite conversation, of course.

At any rate, I was quite uncertain how I would manage my sex life without Horace. In order to please him and to gain another avenue toward sexual bliss I had learned to masturbate; he loved to watch me do that and it never failed to arouse him. I had become proficient enough at the art that I expected I would be able to satisfy my longings myself.

I hadn't counted upon the Delta Rhos, however, I hadn't been in the house very long before I began to suspect that a lot of the stories I'd heard around campus were true. The college flatly forbade boys to entertain girls in their rooms in those days this was about eight years ago and the college was very strict with regard to such matters but I suspected that more than one girl was being taken to a boy's room. I didn't have to imagine what went on then; I had only to remember my wonderful life with Horace! Of course many of the girls seemed to invite this, by wearing very short, revealing dresses or extremely tight trousers. I couldn't believe that they knew very much about lovemaking, though. That's probably because I had been so sexually backward myself in college. I thought that girls were still brought up the same way I had been. What a mistake!

This all came to a head one Wednesday night. Most of the boys were out and the house was fairly quiet. I was in my apartment, which was somewhat detached from the main part of the house, but close enough that I could occasionally hear things that made me wonder. On this particular night I was sure that I'd heard a girl's voice coming from the room of this boy whom I especially suspected of violating the college's rule about visiting. I decided that it was time to do something about it so I marched down to the president's room, ready to report what I suspected and to demand that he do something.

I knocked once on his door and it swung open. Apparently the latch hadn't caught completely and the pressure of my tap was enough to spring it open. I couldn't help but look inside and what I saw filled me with surprise and shock. The house president was standing up, his trousers down around his ankles, and this lovely blonde girl she was the vice-president of the college's top sorority had his prick in her mouth.

"Suck it, Julie, suck that cock!" I heard Steve, the president, tell her. "Yeah, baby you're eating dick now! Keep it up and I'll shoot come all over your tonsils!"

Perhaps it was his words which affected me so much, I'm still not sure. At any rate I couldn't follow what would have been my normal impulse, which would have been to leave the room and go back to my own. I stood there, transfixed by the sight, and watched in shock. Just then the girl's eyes swiveled toward me and she saw me standing there.

"Mmmmm, we've got a visitor," she said, licking her lips as she took her mouth off his cock. "And she doesn't look too pleased about it all!"

Steve looked around and saw me. He didn't seem surprised or put out very much, considering the seriousness of the offense. I started to denounce him to his face but then another impulse took hold of me. It was like a completely new being and possessed my body, my very soul, and was dictating things which were utterly alien to me. I remember that I was extremely surprised at the sight of Steve's prick; it was simply huge and seemed almost to glow with a fervent, sensual heat.

"What are you going to do now?" he asked. "Turn me in, I suppose?"

"No, there isn't any need for that," I said, wondering at the same time how I could bring myself to say such things. "I don't think that you should be thrown out of the college simply because you're young and healthy, or because your girlfriend has a desire to taste your prick!"

"Hey, I think she'd like a little of that cock too!" Julie said, giving me a very understanding look. "Sure, she's after some of it too!"

"There's no reason why you two shouldn't enjoy yourselves," I told them. "As long as I can enjoy some of the fruits of your passion too! But I think this discussion can best be continued in my apartment. Steve, pull up your trousers. Then you and Julie come down to my apartment."

I turned and left them, wondering if I would even be able to walk. My knees were shaking violently and I was acutely conscious of my pussy and clitoris, just the way I'd always been when I'd get a sudden desire for Horace and call him to come home so he could satisfy me. I went into my apartment and sat down to wait for them. They came along shortly and I sat them down across the table from me.

"I've never coerced anyone into making love to me before," I said, speaking as frankly as I could, "and I'm not sure that I intend to start now. But when I saw you two together that was the impulse that sprang into my mind, I must admit that."

"Who's talking about coercion?" Steve asked. "I've always thought you were a good looking woman!"

"I don't mind sharing him with you," Julie added, giving me a girlish leer. "It wouldn't be the first time in his life he's made it with two girls at once!"

"What on earth do you mean?" I gasped, startled by that.

"Oh, you know, sometimes I get tired of letting him hump that big rod up my cunt and I'll try to get a pledge to help me out," the girl said without blinking. "He sort of-likes it that way. And I like it too, if the truth is to be told!"

"Are you suggesting that we collaborate in subduing him?" I asked, unable to believe my ears.

"Sure, why not?" she said, giving me a shrug and a smile. "I sort of like to have him right after he's fucked another woman that hot, wet dick sure feels good after I've watched him ball!"

"I've heard of the emancipated youth but I certainly didn't think it had gone this far," I murmured, astonished almost beyond words. "All right, if you're sure that it's so good, I'd like to try that too!"

I led them into my bedroom and we all stripped. I felt a little self-conscious about showing my naked body off to them but once Julie had gotten out of her bra and panties I didn't feel so bad: Her breasts weren't any better than mine in fact, they even had more of a droop and she was a trifle on the hippy side too. Steve certainly didn't seem to find my figure repellent, to judge from the longing looks he threw my way when he saw me naked. I was entranced with his cock it bent to the left slightly and looked totally sensual.

"Why don't you fuck her for a while?" Julie suggested, looking at me and smiling. "Then, when you're ready to pop off, I'll finish you with a nice blow job!"

I couldn't conceive of a girl wanting to do such a thing. I was so ignorant, but I was determined that if he was going to give me a serving of that lusty tool I would take it, regardless of what she did. The sight of it simply drove me wild with desire and I suppose I'd have done almost anything to have gotten some of it. I got onto the bed and opened my thighs. Both Steve and Julie came closer to have a look; I'm sure that girl had some Lesbian tendencies, from the way she looked at my pussy. You could almost see the desire on her face and I'd have bet anything that she would have sucked me if I'd only given her a little encouragement. I wasn't interested in that, though; I wanted that cock that Steve was carrying!

"Get ready for a long session," Julie warned me. "He's made out of steel, it sometimes feels like, and he can fuck forever!"

"Give it to me!" I murmured, pawing at the lips of my pussy and holding them wide open so he could get the head of his cock into my cunt. "Let's see what you're made of!"

I quickly found out that she hadn't lied or exaggerated. His prick was the hardest thing I'd ever felt. Horace, by the time he died, had lost the ability to get a firm, rock-hard erection, though he could get it hard enough to do the work I wanted done, and I'd forgotten just how stiff and bony a cock can get. This lad was immense and also hard! I guided it into place and as soon as it was in me I could tell that I wouldn't have to wait long before I got what I was looking for. It was so hot, so utterly sensual, that I could feel my cunt tightening up almost as soon as it went into me.

"She's digging it!" Julie murmured, taking up a position so she could see it all. "Man, she's really enjoying that dick!"

"I told you she loved cock," Steve grunted. "And you do, don't you?"

"It's wonderful!" I gasped, locking my legs tightly around him and swinging them high so he could drive that tool into the bottom of my cunt. "Ahh, it's beautiful! There's nothing like a fuck!"

Julie started playing with her own pussy. She held her legs up so we could both see what she was doing. Steve seemed to like that and I must admit that I too got an extra little fillip of sensual excitement from seeing her do it to herself. She had a peculiar way of doing it, one that I'd never heard of or tried before. She ran her middle finger into her cunt, wetting it thoroughly, and then she removed it and put that finger into her ass-hole. Once that was done, she pushed her thumb into her cunt, so that she was holding herself as though she were a bowling ball, perhaps.

I couldn't pay too much attention to her, however. Steve was pushing his cock further into my cunt with little strokes, each time going a little deeper, and I rapidly became conscious of nothing but the deep, wonderful presence of his prick. It had been just about three months since I had had a man inside me, and longer than that since I'd had one this hard or this hot, and naturally I was responding furiously. It seemed that the interior of my cunt had almost grown together, the resistance was so tough, but I really loved the way he forced his way into that cavity. It was simply superb!

"Oohh, Steve, you're fucking me crazy!" I moaned, writhing and tossing about as he continued to ply that big cock of his. "You balls are down on my cunt they're rubbing my ass-hole! Oohh, come, darling, come! Make my cunt come!"

"I'll fuck you till your pussy falls off!" he grunted. "And Julie's getting herself hot to suck too! Man, I'm going to get some loving tonight!"

"How is she?" Julie asked, her voice tight with tension and excitement. "How is her cunt?"

"She's tight," Steve replied, never missing a beat. "She's as tight as any freshman and she's hot too! And juicy! She's really ready for a fucking! Come on, Mary, shake that ass and get your cunt in a boil!"

"Come! Come!" I moaned, feeling my body turn into a sex machine that ran under the power of its own lustful excitement. "Oohh! Anngghh!"

I'm not sure if it was because I'd been so long without a fuck, or if it was due to the extra excitement of Julie's presence and her uninhibited activities, but I felt myself beginning to come much earlier than usual. Horace and I had become so accustomed to each other that we could easily fuck for twenty or thirty minutes without an orgasm; often we did that simply because we liked the feel of the fuck-motion and being so close to each other. This, time, however, I felt myself beginning to come only seconds after I first felt his cock opening my cunt. It took me by purprise but once I recognized the feeling I really met it head on!

"I've got it!" I cried out, gripping him even tighter and working my hips up and down to get even more of that delicious prick inside my cunt. "I feel my come! Oohh, Steve, fuck me all the way! Fill me with cock!"

He did just that, driving his tool in so far I could feel it in my womb. It was a deliriously exciting feeling and my entire body responded with a long, hard, driving climax that left me limp and sobbing with joy. Steve continued to fuck steadily, making me come all the more until I'd finally reached a peak of feeling and couldn't do it any more. I fell back from him, limp and exhausted, and June edged closer to us. She was still fucking herself with that peculiar style of hers but now she seemed more interested in Steve.

"Are you getting close?" she asked him. "God, you fucked her out of her mind! I thought she was going to cream forever! Look at your cock, it's frothy with her come!"

I had to look down too. He pulled it out far enough to see and I could see that big shaft connecting his loins to mine. The hair around it, a nice, dark brown fuzz, was indeed flecked with a milky kind of froth, the result of his pistoning back and forth in my well-oiled cunt. I immediately conceived a desire to suck him myself the sight of his cock in that condition was positively intoxicating! but Julie had already marked that out for herself.

"It won't be long," Steve muttered. "Are you ready, Julie?"

"Yeah, I'm ready," she said. "Pull it out and I'll finish you. Man, I'm dying for a taste of come!"

He took his cock out of my cunt but he didn't move off me. Instead he remained between my legs, supporting his torso on his extended arms, and Julie reached in between our bodies to take his prick. She fastened her hand around it and began fist-fucking him. He was so wet from my cunt that her hand slid easily up and down the thick shaft and I could tell from Steve's satisfied expression that she'd handled enough pricks to be very adept at the task.

"She must have the wettest cunt in the world!" Julie exclaimed as she stroked his cock. "You're so wet, so hot!"

"She's got a lovely cunt," Steve said, watching both of us as she jacked him off. "But you've got a nice hand action too, so that makes it even!"

Some people would perhaps have resented being discussed like that but I found it rather exciting to lie there so close to them and hear their opinions of me. In fact, I found it so exciting that I couldn't resist reaching down to put a finger between the lips of my own pussy. I was alive with feeling.

"Yes, that's all right," Julie purred as she continued to run her fist up and down his cock. "Just screw yourself, Mary, and pretty soon hell be shooting hot come down my throat! If I didn't want to feel him come so badly I'd jack him off on your belly and then lick the come off you! Maybe sometime you'll let me lick his come out of your cunt? That's almost as good as taking it direct from his prick!"

"Come on, honey, maybe she doesn't go for having a girl lick her pussy," Steve grunted. "Maybe she isn't as queer as you are!"

"I'm not queer!" Julie snapped. "I just like to fuck and suck, it doesn't matter whether it's with a man or woman!"

"Oohh, what kind of people have I fallen in with?" I wondered aloud as I fingered my pussy harder. "Is there anything you two won't do?"

"Steve won't let a guy put a prick up his ass," the girl said, as though she might be discussing his food habits. "But otherwise he's pretty loose and easy about what hell do!"

"I like girls better, especially when they can fuck and suck and jack off as well as you two!" he said. "Mmmmm, baby, you're really getting some feeling out of my cock! Try sucking it a little too, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm up for that!" Julie whispered, darting her head forward between our bellies to get her mouth over the head of his prick. "Mmmmm!"

"This is unbelievable!" I murmured, working my finger over the lips of my pussy and making my clitoris swell and throb with life. "I would never have believed I have engaged in such things or enjoyed them half as much!"

"Here, Steve, run it back in her cunt for a minute," Julie whispered, taking her mouth off his cock and shoving it down between my legs. "Get some more pussy flavoring on it. She's really got a hot little hole there! And it tastes too good to believe! Oohh, Mary, I wish you'd let me go down on you! I could suck you off in no time, darling; I know just what a woman wants and how to make her pussy ache with joy!"

I didn't say anything to that. Maybe it was because I was afraid I'd say yes and find that I too was part Lesbian? I don't know. Anyway, she put Steve's cock back in me and he fucked my cunt for a moment or two. Julie, the little slut, took advantage of the opportunity to slip a few surreptitious feels of my pussy, I'll have to admit that she really had a light, delicate touch, just the kind I liked if I were going to excite myself to the limit, but there was something about doing it with a woman that held part of me back. I couldn't let go as freely with her as with a man. I guess I'm basically heterosexual, though sometimes I like to amuse myself by dreaming of doing things with a girl.

"Hey, that's out of sight!" Steve exclaimed as he worked his cock in and out of me faster and faster. "Yeah, I like this switching off!"

"Don't come in her!" Julie moaned, getting more excited herself. "Give it to me, damn you! I want to suck! I want some come!"

"Give it to her!" I added, hating to miss the golden chance of feeling him shoot come into my cunt but guessing that he and I would have plenty of chances to do that later. "Shoot it in her mouth! Let her suck you off!"

"Here it is, Julie," he muttered, pulling out of me and giving it back to her. "Get ready to drink some come, baby; I'm full of it now!"

She was resting her head on my belly, which I found rather comforting and nice. He just drove forward, transferring his cock from my cunt to her mouth, and she began jacking him off again. His balls were hanging down over the lips of my pussy, brushing against my fingers, and I was seized with another lewd impulse.

"I'll put your balls in my pussy!" I blurted out, grasping the big eggs carefully and rubbing them over my slit. "Ahh, that's fantastic!"

"Jesus, she's doing it!" Steve gasped, stiffening his hips and shuddering with delight. "Man, this is too much! Oohh, suck, Julie!

Suck my cock! Agghh!"

"Mmmmmm! Gllbb!" the girl moaned, her mouth full of dick but still ready to sound off. "Ooohh!"

"Oh, your balls, they're so hard, so full of come!" I whispered, rubbing them all over my slit and even trying to force one of them into the mouth of my cunt. "They feel so wonderful on my pussy! They make my clit want to fall off! Ummm! Ooohh!"

"Ungghh! I'm coming!" Steve wailed, holding himself very still. "Oww! Oooohh! Aiiee!"

I had one hand on his side and I could feel the mighty tremors that raced through his body. I also had his balls clapped against my pussy and I could feel them quivering and jerking as they pumped out vast streams of come. That was oddly exciting, being able to feel part of him as he came and yet not feeling his cock jet out those big streams of hot juice. Julie had his cock buried in her mouth and she was sucking loudly, trying to keep up with his discharge. He was too much for her, though; a small quantity of the stuff ran down onto my belly from a corner of her mouth. Steve continued to groan and quiver for a long time, far longer than I had remembered Horace doing, and I began to wonder if he was perhaps some kind of superhuman sexual machine. I'd forgotten, of course, just how strongly he had been able to come during the first years of our marriage. As we grew older he naturally shot off less and less but I became accustomed to it since it was a gradual process.

"Oh, wow, was that ever something else!" he muttered when finally he'd finished draining his balls. "The two of you together, that was just too much! Damn, both of you could ruin a man in no time at all!"

"What a lovely come!" Julie exclaimed, turning around to look at me with gratitude. "Mary, I just know he wouldn't have come so much if you hadn't been helping. That was a wonderful idea of yours, rubbing his balls into your pussy!"

"I couldn't help it," I said, feeling rather proud of myself in spite of my words. "I just felt them there and it dawned on me that this would feel good."

"Too much!" she marveled. "And could you feel him come? Could you feel his balls tremble and quiver?"

"Could I ever! It was erotic beyond relief," I sighed, remembering the sensual feel of those big eggs against the hyper-sensitive lips of my pussy. "I felt it better than I would ever have believed possible!"

"Yeah, it's a blast," she agreed.

"Oh? Have you done it too?" I asked, a little disappointed that I'd not been the first to have tried that particular scheme.

"No, not exactly the way you did it," she replied. "But once I sucked his balls while he was fucking Ginny Dicksen in the cunt that was pretty far out, having one of his balls in my mouth as he shot come up her hole!"

I couldn't say anything to that, I was so shocked. I knew the Dicksen girl; she was one of the cheerleaders and had always impressed me and all my friends as the soul of wholesome, genuine, enthusiastic American girlhood. For that matter, Julie herself certainly didn't give the impression fo being such a total devotee of debauchery as she proved to be. I could hardly believe that these girls, from such excellent families and so well behaved, could actually engage in such practices but I'd already had a preview of Julie's lack of any kind of restraint.

Steve hadn't said anything during this exchange. I suppose he'd been pretty exhausted by the violence of his climax; he fell off me and lay on the bed beside us. After a few minutes, though, he began to revive and the first thing I knew he was nuzzling up between my thighs. I automatically opened them further, desiring the feel of his lips against my pussy, and within a few minutes he was sucking my pussy until I thought sure it would melt and run down into his mouth.

"Mmmmm, that feels so good!" I sighed, straightening my legs a little so I could push my pussy against his face better. "Ahhh! Beautiful!"

"He's a first-class cunt-lapper," Julie told me. "I trained him myself!"

"The only way this could be better," he said, looking up from between my legs, "would be for your cunt to be dripping with come!"

I felt a thrill of sensual delight run over my body when he said that. Horace had never shown much of a liking to eat me after he'd given me a good, rousing fuck. Steve had different material in him, though, and I felt myself warming toward him even more. He went back to tonguing me, using a very gentle, flicking motion that sent shivers of joy pulsing through my body, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to delay my response very long.

"What if I were to do this?" Julie whispered, reaching out to stroke my left breast very lightly. "Suppose I were to help him excite you would that make you come better!"

"Unngghh!" I groaned, writhing as her fingers spread fire over my nipple. "God, it's marvelous! I can't help myself; I'm coming all over! Suck me, Steve, suck my cunt!

Aurrgghh!"

The come came surging up out of the depths of my womb, as strong as it had been when he'd shoved his cock far up my cunt. Julie's fingers were pinching and twisting at my nipple, sending additional spasms of erotic joy coursing through my body. At the very peak of my excitement she bent over and flicked her tongue over the head, hot cone of flesh that she had excited so lasciviously I answered by twisting around and thrusting the breast into her mouth with extra force. I've never had homosexual longings before but just then I was completely out of control and I just did whatever my body dictated.

"Eeehh! Oohh! Owww!" I groaned, gathering Steve's face closer and holding him tightly against my pussy. "God, it's all over me!"

His tongue probed deep and the sound of his lips smacking and slurping only made me come all the harder. At times like that I really love the animal aspects of lovemaking the grunts, the sounds of wet flesh working against wet flesh, the moisture of lust, all those parts which some women think are so messy and bothersome.

"Come, Mary, let your cunt overflow!" Julie urged, taking her mouth off my breast but continuing to massage it skillfully. "Drown him with cunt; cream all over his face! Make him want to shoot off again!"

I paid no attention to her. My body was totally dominant by now and all I could do was let it continue along that lustful path. The sensations multiplied and strengthened until I felt spasms of orgiastic pleasure from head to foot. I came again and again and Steve continued to lap at my wet pussy. Finally he tongued me through the climax and it was all over except for those last few flickers of pleasure, the ebb-tide of the climax, and I let out a long, low sigh of contentment.

"Mmmmm, did you ever suck me off!" I murmured. "Darlings, I don't know what you did yo me but it was wonderful! I don't remember when I've had two such beautiful orgasms in so short a time!"

"There's more ahead," Julie promised, "This lad, once he gets his pecker hard there's just no way to bring it down without fucking yourself into a frenzy. We're going to have fun working him down!"

That set the tone for the rest of the evening. I would never have believed it beforehand, but Julie and Steve showed me that they knew just about everything there was to know about human sexuality. For a pair so young they had already done everything, it seemed, and I came around to admitting that perhaps the young people of today really are living a freer life than what I was accustomed to as a young girl. Not only did they have the technical skills and the knowledge, they also had extremely advanced tastes and absolutely no inhibitions about satisfying them. Julie, in particular, struck me as almost depraved in her quest for the unusual in sexual stimulation and satisfaction.

"I got tired of guys fucking my cunt when I was sixteen," she told me after I'd made a remark about her erotic preferences. "I mean, just everybody was making it with guys and I wanted to be different. I fell in with a kid who had dropped out of college and he really turned me on to some of the more unusual ways. He taught me how to suck. It was with him that I first really began to dig letting a guy shoot off against my body. I guess that really turns me on most now, seeing his cock swell up and shoot come over my tits or belly."

She demonstrated her preference for me, seeing that I was uncertain as to her true meaning, and I marveled at what that girl did. She got over Steve, squatting over him with his cock running up her cunt, and worked it back and forth until he was almost ready to come. Then she lifted herself off him and finished him with her hand, jacking him off until he shot a thick, creamy blob of sperm all over her crotch. She used her free hand to rub the cream into her hair and the lips of her pussy, exclaiming with delight as her fingers worked the sperm into the clitoris and the mouth of her cunt. Actually she was just masturbating, though the presence of Steve's cock in her hand and the feel of his hot sperm probably made it a lot more exciting to her.

"Wowww! Ooohh!" she groaned, working her fingers deep and trembling as her tensions mounted and then poured out over her fingers. "Oohh, baby, I'm creaming now! Agghh!"

To be perfectly truthful, I felt a little uneasy at being around Julie after I'd found out exactly how depraved her sexual appetites were. I mentioned this to Steve on a later occasion, when he'd stopped by my apartment for an hour between my thighs, and he seemed to know exactly what I meant.

"Yeah, she's a little far out," he agreed. "Most of the time I don't think you can beat just straight fucking! You know, the kind we had just now, that's what I dig most of the time. But every so often, when I take a longing for something really wild, Julie's always got a new wrinkle to try out. Sometimes I don't believe she ever thinks about anything but new ways of making it!"

"There are worse things to think about," I said, flexing my thighs and working my cunt around his cock. "Sometimes, instead of new ways, a woman just wants more of the same old way!"

"You mean like right now?" he asked, working his prick in and out a little and bringing a gasp of delight to my lips. "Yeah, that's what you mean, isn't it? You're just a pig for prick, just like I'm a pig for pussy!"

"Fuck me!" I whispered, holding him tightly and fucking back with more intensity. "Fuck my cunt, Steve; make it sing with joy! Oohh, once isn't enough for me I've got to have it more than once!"

He had a fantastic ability to hold back his orgasm when he wanted to, so that he could make me come over and over again before finally he let go and fired off the hot, thick juice that lurked in his balls. He loved making me come, just as I loved coming, and there were times when I began to wonder if he'd ever release himself and fill my cunt with that scalding sperm. Occasionally, if I happened to be in a very special mood, he would suggest some variations like those he loved to employ with Julie and a few of her more advanced friends.

"Why don't you jack me off?" he suggested one evening after bringing me to three or four climaxes without ever losing a drop of his own sperm. "You know, work it with your hand and let the come shoot out on your belly?"

"I'll do it!" I gasped, ready for anything by that stage of the evening. "Oohh, take it out of my cunt, Steve; I'll fist-fuck you till your cock shoots come all over me!"

He lifted up and I reached down to grasp the long, thick projectile. It was slippery and hot from my cunt, allowing my hand to slide up and down it easily. I gripped him as hard as I could. He began rocking back and forth, fucking himself in and out of my fist, and I rotated it around him so that he could get even stronger sensations. He edged further up my body and I lifted my face up so I could lick one of his nipples; he could never withstand that particular caress and this time was no different.

"Agghh! You're pulling the come out of me!" he moaned, writhing and twisting about furiously. "Ugghh! Mary, you're jerking me off! Now, Mary, now! Do it now!"

"Come, Steve, come!" I groaned, working my hand up and down his cock as fast as I could and trying to make him shoot cream all over me. "Oh, Steve, let it go! Your cock's so red and hot, so ready to come! Now, Steve now do it to me! Mmmmm, I wish now I were sucking you!"

He began to come and the thick, milky love juice squirted all over me. Some of it shot up onto my nipples, a drop or two even came close to my face, but most of it went down into my belly. I writhed with pleasure when I saw him come, when I felt the warm stuff against my skin. I milked him down properly and then I dipped the head of his cock in the puddle, wetting it all over and preparing it for when I would move down and begin sucking him. That was beautiful, doing him with my hand and watching him shoot off, then putting his prick in the come and licking it off him. There were times when that was the most perfectly satisfying thing I could do with him.

Mary's case history well illustrates the process by which a person's moral code can be conditioned by his or her needs of the moment. As long as her husband was alive and able to satisfy her well developed sexual needs, Mary could afford to maintain a negative attitude toward sexual deviations of the sort which Julie, and to some extent Steve, delighted in performing. Once that situation had changed and she had been exposed to a quite different milieu, one in which acts of the utmost abandon were sought and prized, her moral estimation of them changed drastically. Truly, as Dr. ALbert Ellis has pointed out, "sexual 'abnormality' or neurosis results from the interaction of the human individual with his society and cannot be scientifically evaluated apart from both an individual and a social setting." (Ellis, Sex Eithout Guilt, p. 142.)

Merely participating occasionally in acts which the majority of society would call deviant does not, however, justify our labeling Mary as a sexual deviant. If that term is to have any fixed meaning, it should be applied to those individuals who become fixated upon one particular act, normally one which most authorities would agree is "deviant," and uninterested in any other form of sexual outlet. In the words of one noted authority, "a sex deviant or neurotic ... chooses to remain fixated on one particular kind of sex activity because he would become illogically anxious or guilty if he did not do so." (Ellis, Sex Without Guilt, p. 141.) By her own words, Mary preferred orthodox vaginal intercourse for most of her sexual experiences. The fact that she sometimes indulged in more exotic modes of sexual behavior does not justify our becoming concerned about her "normality" or "abnormality."

Julie, the occasional girlfriend of Steve, presents a much more intriguing case for those who would probe the mind of the sexual deviant. Unfortunately we know almost nothing about her, except for what Mary included in her case history. Her example provided Mary with her introduction to the new world of troilism, as well as to a variety of sexual experiences which she had not previously encountered. Mary's maturity enabled her to respond to these new experiences in an adult, responsible way. Otherwise, the shock of such drastic revelations might have provided the psychic trauma which could have resulted in grave emotional damage.