Chapter 3
"One of the most important anomalies of sexual life is an abnormal presence of sexual sensations and presentations from which necessarily arise frequent and violent impulses for sexual gratification.
"They may become so predominant that they completely sway the field of imagination and desire, and imperatively demand the relief of the effect in the corresponding sexual act. In acute and severe cases, ethics and will-power lose their controlling influence entirely, while in chronic and milder cases restraint is still possible to a certain degree."
Richard von Krafft Ebing
Psychopathia Sexualis
I was reminded once again of the accuracy of this evaluation of the "sucking-compulsion" syndrome as Janet L. explained her sexual problems to me.
Janet was a beautiful young woman who didn't look her twenty-six years of age. She had a trim, slim body. Her five feet, two inches were power-packed for her well-formed breasts and trim legs and ankles gave her impact. Her long brown hair and flashing brown eyes combining with a bubbly, excited way of speaking made her seem like a very young girl. It was hard to realize she was a married woman with two children.
"The only way we can help you is for you to help us," I explained.
"My problem is unique," she laughed nervously. "I don't suppose you run into problems like mine very often, maybe never!"
"Most people think that," I smiled. "They are confident that their sexual desires and frustrations are completely different and this bugs them. But I can assure you, many people feel the similar, possibly identical frustrations toward sex you feel."
"My problem began with my dad," she said. "Would you care if I told it on tape. It would make it easier."
I flicked on my tape recorder and asked her to begin. I left the room and played this tape back later as I studied her case. This then is her tape.
I guess it all began, because, I was a real cute kid. My dad used to spoil me. I had six brothers and sisters but he didn't spoil any of them. He used to give me the best piece of meat when we were eating, buy me the nicest clothes. There was one thing he did though that I will never forgive him for. He insisted on me sleeping with him. Mom and Dad slept in twin beds. He thought I was so cute he asked Mom if he could take me to bed with him. Mom didn't care. If she had any idea what he had in his dirty mind she could have stopped him. But she didn't. I was the second child and when she'd get pregnant and he'd get horny he would ask me to play games with him. He would tell me never to tell Mom or my brothers and sisters. I promised I never would. He'd peel out his peter and show it to me. He said, "This is our secret."
I looked at the big thing and it frightened me. I was sorry he showed me his secret.
"Touch it," he whispered.
I touched him. I liked the feel of it in my hand. I squeezed it.
"See those," he said, pointing to his nuts.
I nodded solemnly.
"Play with them," he smiled.
Reaching down I began playing with his balls. I observed that his swollen member became harder when I played with his balls. Then he said he'd show me something that I could do that would be lots of fun. He gripped his penis in his hand and began jerking off. I watched in fascination as his breath came short and he jiggled his balls with his other hand.
"Let me do it, let me do it," I begged.
With a happy smile crossing his lips, he nodded. "Sure honey. Hold on real tight and pull it back and forth."
Fascinated with his penis and enjoying playing with his balls I began pumping it for him. It wasn't long before his body was threshing about the bed and he was panting and groaning.
"Ohhhhh, I like that," he gasped. "Keep pulling on my penis. Play with Daddy's balls."
Watching him squirm like that while I stroked him gave me a sense of power. I loved him and wanted him to love me. From the excited movements of his body and the way his penis was getting harder in my hands I knew I was making him happy.
"Come on, faster, honey, faster," he gasped. I jerked my little hand faster and kept on jiggling his balls. I was amazed how he was grunting and groaning. And then he shot his wad. It splattered all over the bed. The white, hot cum came as a complete surprise to me. I never knew he had all that in there.
"Ohhhhh," I gasped, "Daddy, I'm sorry. I broke it." Daddy laughed. "Ohhhh, honey, you didn't break anything. You made Daddy real happy."
He hugged me close to him and kissed me gently. From this he went to other things.
"Why don't you and Daddy try something new tonight?" he asked when Mom was conveniently gone again.
"Yes, Daddy," I told him, "Are we going to play with your penis again?"
"Yes," he grinned excitedly, "but a new game this time."
Undressing and getting in bed with me he quickly got an erection and said, "There's a real nice game you can play with your mouth."
"My mouth?"
"Yes," he nodded. "Just put your mouth on my penis." I giggled. "Oh, no Daddy ... dirty."
He laughed and laughed. "Why are you laughing at me?" I sobbed, bowing my head.
He threw his naked body around me and kissed my tears away. "Daddy's not laughing at his baby doll," he said softly. "It's just this. Baby doll doesn't have any idea how much fun she can have sucking on Daddy's penis until she puts her mouth on it and licks it."
"Like a sucker?"
"Yes, yes," he laughed. "You licked a penis like you lick a lollipop."
My tears ceased and I got down between his big legs and licked with just the edge of my tongue.
"Tickle Daddy's balls with your tongue," he said quietly. I obeyed him, lapping away at his big nuts with my tongue.
"I like it," I told him. "This game is fun."
"I told you it was, baby doll," he smiled. "Lick it for me."
When I finished licking away at his enormous balls which completely intrigued me I licked away at his penis. He really enjoyed it and twisted around and around.
"Now, baby doll," he said quietly, "Lick the top of the lollipop."
I bent over his penis, slipping my small mouth over the head of his shaft. He went out of his mind.
"Ohhhhh, baby," he gasped. "Suck Daddy's cock."
I slid my mouth up and down over the crown of his cock. My mouth was so small I couldn't get any more than the head of it in. Reaching down to his balls I played with them. I enjoyed looking at his curly hair around his shaft, I liked his balls and I really dug his huge penis.
"Daddy likes that," he panted.
Sucking smoothly I suddenly felt him tense. Then his hands gripped my head and soon he was shooting his hot cum inside my mouth.
"Eat Daddy's juice," he gasped. "Suck it all out nice and clean like a good girl."
I eagerly lapped away. He tasted good to me.
"Like it, honey?"
"Yes, Daddy," I told him. "I want to eat you all the time."
He laughed. "We can do it when Mom's gone. And you promise not to tell anybody."
One day he suggested something else. He squatted in the bedroom and threw a towel beneath him.
"Honey, Daddy's got a new game," he said excitedly. I looked at him with his thighs resting on his calves and his hands on his knees.
"What kind of game, Daddy?"
"Sucking game, honey. Daddy leans forward and you lie down on the towel and you suck on Daddy's behind."
"Oh, no," I protested loudly.
"Shhhhh," he quieted. "You'll wake your brothers and sisters up."
"Yes, Daddy," I said quietly.
"Daddy took a shower and I'm all nice and clean. Now you be a good girl and do what I say. I put a lot of nice body lotion all over so I smell real good."
I stretched out on the towel and scooted up under him. Looking up I saw his behind.
"Lick it," he pleaded.
"No," I insisted.
"Daddy won't let you eat him anymore if you don't lick it," he said gently.
"Alright," I agreed, not wanting to lose the chance to enjoy his penis plaything. I looked up at his ass looking down at me.
"Go ahead and lick it," he demanded.
I raised my head up and stuck out my tongue. I licked it. He'd poured the bottle of lime lotion on himself because he smelled sweet and fresh like lime.
"You can pull on my penis while you are licking Daddy's asshole," he suggested.
This seemed like a great idea. Daddy was good on games. I reached out for his hanging rod and began stroking him up and down.
"Pull it harder," he said breathlessly.
I pulled harder and he got harder.
"Lick Daddy's butt, baby," he panted.
Daddy did have a groovy ass. He was firm, round and nice and smooth. I found myself wanting to stick my nervous tongue up it. I wanted to see his ass wiggle while I was sucking on it. I went to work on that smooth ass of his. I sucked out every corner of it. His ass started wiggling, just like I hoped it would. That got me even hotter. He turned me on more when he started chanting, "Suck, suck, suck" and that made me do it faster.
"Jerk my pecker, faster," Daddy gasped.
I pulled on his penis with quicker, jerking movements. He was panting excitedly now. I like getting him all worked up. He was pushing his ass up and down to meet my sucking tongue too. I really had a ball licking his creamy ass and I reached way up in there with my tongue.
"Oh, baby doll," he groaned, "You're driving Daddy crazy with that wild tongue of yours. Ohhhhhh, baby, keep it up."
I kept my tongue thrusting up his asshole, pulling his pecker at the same time.
"Ohhhhhhh, I'm coming," Daddy gasped. I pulled my tongue swiftly out of his butt and got under his shaft. The creamy fluid was dripping all around its huge crown. I licked up the shaft, trying not to lose a precious drop.
"Suck it ... eat it up ... eat Daddy's cum," he panted. Licking eagerly away I devoured every delicious drop of cum.
I heard steps and suddenly Mom flung open the door.
"Oh, my God," she screamed. "You no good son of a bitch." She ran for Daddy with her full fury. Grabbing the heavy phone on the night stand she threw it at him. I ducked.
"You cheap, horny bastard," she screamed. My brothers and sisters came running to the door. They saw me naked with Daddy on the floor. They caught on. I didn't think I had done anything wrong and I was angry at Mom for not letting me finish eating his cock.
"Mamma," I cried out. "Ohhhh, Mom ... you've gone crazy."
"I'll kill the bastard," she screamed, reaching for a lamp to hurl at him.
My oldest brother Teddy came running in the room. "Mom, stop this," he said, throwing his arms around her.
The long and short of it was the police were brought to our house and they took him off to jail.
I sure hated Mom for throwing Pop in jail just because we were having a little fun. I was only eleven years old then so I couldn't realize what an awful thing he was doing to my psyche. Then I hated Mom. I thought she was jealous of Daddy liking me and I wanted him.
Poor Dad. They threw the book at him. Mom saw to that. She put on a teary performance before the jury that could have won her an Academy Award along with Lana Turner's courtroom tear-jerking scene. She poured it on and the judge listened. The jury must have used up a dozen boxes of Kleenex as Mom told her soap-opera lament. All this because I gave Daddy a few blowjobs. They had the preacher over, the whole bit. Frankly, if they hadn't made such a performance out of Daddy having sex with me I don't think it would have had such an impact on me.
Mom divorced him and he served one year in jail. She got her pound of flesh and was happy. But what hit me was when my brother Bill got turned on one day. We were home alone. Mom and the other kids were out to a church social.
"I'm going to take a shower," Bill said. "If you've got to go to the bathroom get it over with."
I had a hunch he did things in the bathroom. I caught him masturbating once and he got red in the face and slammed the door. He just looked horny to me and I wanted to watch him take his shower.
"No, I don't have to use the bathroom," I told him. "Go ahead."
He went ahead. I heard the water splashing on his body and I wanted to see him so bad I thought I'd go out of my mind. I tiptoed to the bathroom door. It was unlocked. Opening it slowly I stepped inside.
"What are you doing in here?" he demanded.
"I want to see you," I told him.
"What's there to see?" he laughed.
"You bare naked."
"I'll make a deal," he said, "If you will let me see you bare ass naked, you can see me."
"It's a deal," I giggled, slipping out of my panties. I undid my bra and my bare boobs stood out. I was fifteen, going on eighteen where my titties were concerned.
You should have seen his eyes. He focused his glance on my breasts and I knew I could get what I wanted, his penis.
He stepped out of the shower and his old dong jumped up. I was dizzy with anticipation.
"Why don't you take a shower," he said breathlessly. "I'd like to watch you. Maybe I can help you."
"We could shower together," I told him.
"Alright," he smiled. We stood together and turned the water on. The refreshing water splashing over my body, his sensual glances down at my all, added up to making me so hot for sex I thought I'd go out of my mind.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, I love you," he panted.
"Silly, I'm your sister."
"I know," he whimpered. "It is silly. But ever since I found out about you doing things with Daddy's dong I've been horny as hell to have you do things to mine."
Reaching down I felt his penis. It jumped when I touched it.
"You're tickling," he giggled.
"It's new to you to have anybody touch you there," I explained, like a pro at fifteen.
"Can I touch you there?"
"I'd love it," I grinned. He reached out and felt of my moist mound. Slipping his fingers in me he began playing with me.
"Can I suck you off?"
"I want you to," he said. "You did it to Daddy, I bet he taught you how to do it real good."
"He did," I said sadly, "There's no reason we shouldn't have enjoyed each other. I think Mom was jealous."
"I can see why," he chuckled. "With a body like you've got, baby, it's enough to make anybody jealous."
After washing him all out, soaping his ass out till he couldn't quit laughing I told him, "We ought to dry each other off and do it on the bed. Lock the bedroom door 'cause I'd die if Mom ever caught me having sex with you."
"She won't," he said tightly. "She can be mean as hell. I hate her at times."
Drying him off I couldn't help but admire his body. Bill was strong and handsome. He was seventeen and a real athlete. He was on the high school football team and kept his body in great shape.
"Your cock won't go down," I giggled.
"Not when I'm looking at your pretty little pussy," he smiled.
We walked into the bedroom and he hopped on the bed. I remembered how I sucked Daddy's ass and I wanted to eat his ass first.
"Bill," I suggested, "Turn over and let me turn on." He flipped over on his stomach. Scratching his head he asked, "What you got planned?"
"Don't ask questions just lie there and I'll show you some sex tricks you never knew people ever did."
"Okay," he laughed.
Parting his legs I ran my hand around his firm, round buttocks. I felt behind his balls and pressed. He liked it. "Ohhhh, feels good. Do it again," he demanded.
I was enjoying myself—I mean completely enjoying myself for the first time in ages.
"Ohhhh, Jan," he gasped, "Do me."
I began licking on his squirming ass. He would hardly hold still for me to finish eating him.
"Look, brother!" I admonished, "If you don't hold your ass still how can I suck it. With your quivering butt flipping all over you act like you're one jump ahead of a fit."
He laughed, "Baby, what you're doing to me down there is driving me out of my gourd."
"Kneel," I commanded him, "and arch that ass up for me to eat. Okay?"
Dipping my tongue in his asshole I proceeded to give him a tongue-lashing he couldn't forget. He held his ass firm and tight so I could get a good vantage point.
"Ohhhh, suck it out," he cried, "Eat my ass." He laughed. He watched me licking it in the mirror.
"We got something good here," he panted. "Suck it." When I got him all worked up I saw his pecker pointing out hard. I was really doing all this ass-sucking so I could get my mouth on his big prick and eat the juice.
Turning over, he pointed his pecker at my mouth.
"Ready, aim, fire," he chuckled. Gripping his dick tightly in my hot little hand I went to work on him.
"Ohhhhh, suck it, suck it," I heard him plead. Seemed like old times with Daddy. How I'd missed his beautiful ramrod.
"Eat cock, baby, eat it," he gasped. "Suck it." In and out the huge head bobbed in my hungry mouth. I thrilled all over as I ate his dick. My body shook with hungry passion, hungry anticipation of his shooting pecker.
"Now, now," he groaned, gripping my head tightly and thrusting farther down my throat. His hot cum flashed on the back of my throat and I ate him down.
"Ohhhhhhh, I love it, I love it," he groaned. I sucked him all in, devouring every delicious drop of his thick creamy cum. I even loved the smell of it.
After I'd eaten him he looked longingly down at my pussy. I knew what he wanted to do but didn't have the nerve to ask.
"Billy," I smiled, "If you want to, I'd like it." He didn't need any more encouragement than that. Soon my lips felt his licking tongue. My legs were flung over his shoulders, his face was buried in my hot crotch.
"Suck me, Billy, suck me," I urged him. Guiding his head as he ate my box turned him on even more.
"Poke your tongue all the way in," I begged.
He dipped inside my moist mound and lashed all around inside my hot box.
It felt fantastic.
"Suck, ohhhhh, baby suck," I told him.
He sucked eagerly, anxiously, driving me wild with sexual frenzy.
I pumped my pussy to him, learning for the first time what an inspiring sensation having one's pussy eaten can really be. How I wished Daddy had eaten my box, just once. I knew he wanted to but Mom's silly old-fashioned ideas about sex had prevented him from doing his thing with me.
All of a sudden I felt myself getting wet. Billy's tongue stiffened as he thirstily licked my juices.
"Lick me ... eat me," I pleaded, almost in tears as the fabulous sensation surged through my body.
He dove right in like a man and ate me.
We both lay there panting. Then I heard Mom pull up outside. We'd make it in the nick of time. Leaping off the bed I gasped, "Quick. You go to your room. We'll really get it if she ever catches me eating your dick."
Billy slipped his tongue out of my mouth, then holding me tightly in his arms, kissed me ever so sweetly. Without looking back he darted bare-assed out of the room. Just in time he made it to his bedroom and Mom opened up the door. She didn't suspect a thing.
That was my one time with Billy. He got so scared of her finding out he wouldn't do it again. And I had to have it. I was hooked on cock and I didn't know where to find one. When you are sixteen with all those creepy kids your own age it isn't easy to find a fuckmate. I was ahead of my time I guess.
And then I met Dave. Dave was a real sharp kid. He had curly, black hair, piercing brown eyes and the kind of mouth that made me want to kiss him.
I was dancing with him at our teen-age place where we got together for Saturday night runtime. He had caught my eye the moment I walked in the place.
When we were dancing I could tell he had a real hard-on. He was pushing it against me and smiling.
"Where do you live?" he smiled.
"Over in the West Adams section of town," I told him.
"No wonder I missed you," he said. "I'm just visiting here and seeing what the chicks are like on this side of town."
"Where you from?"
"East side," he smiled, "I'm Mexican, you could tell that by my dark skin, couldn't you?"
"I dig dark men," I told him. "I like you ..." He pulled me closer in his arms and again I felt his huge tool pressing at me in time to the music.
"You look bored," he said after a couple more dances.
"Not half as bored as I feel."
He laughed out loud. He took my arm and we went right off to his apartment. He lived in a small shabby apartment on the second floor. The old sagging sofas in the hall, along with the worn out carpeting, didn't make it a very impressive place to take a chick.
He was a bit embarrassed.
"I live in a dump," he said downcast.
"No, you don't," I smiled.
"You're a nice kid," he said, opening the door and letting me enter first. I glanced about the room and saw a sturdy bed that pulled down.
"We can sit on this." he chuckled, pulling the bed down.
He pulled it down and it made a god-awful squeaky sound. Then he went to the kitchen and opened up the, refrigerator and got some ice cubes. Picking up a bottle of seven up he also reached for a bottle of liquor.
"We need a drink," he said.
"I don't drink," I sighed.
"Tonight you do," he grinned.
"I'm seventeen," I said, hoping that would change his mind. Drinking just had no appeal to me. Mom didn't have any liquor around the house and I didn't like to start.
Pouring me a hefty glass of booze, he invited, "Just try, it tastes good."
He began drinking himself and I joined him. Once he had the booze under his belt he got awfully talkative.
"Swingers like you and me don't have to stand around with a hard-on and wish. When I see a groovy chick I want to ball, like you," he said, placing his hand on my leg lightly, "I just say ... wanna' fuck, baby?"
His eyes glistened as he turned on.
"Yes," I said, gulping down my drink. "I know what you mean. I'm the same way, the honest generation they should call us."
"You have many guys before me?" he chuckled.
"I haven't had you," I shook my head.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to disappoint you. We're swingers ... doers. When we're hot, we fuck and that's it. We don't try to run away and hide from nature."
Those drinks he fixed were mighty potent. He flipped on his groovy stereo. His collection of soul records was out of sight. And so was his cock. I could hardly hold out to finish my drink before I could work on his cock.
I was sitting on his living room couch and he sat down beside me, wrapping his arm around me tightly. All it took was one little tug on his zipper and his big old dong was staring me in the face. What a cock. Did I ever love it! I massaged it a little to begin with, running my anxious fingers up and down the shaft.
"You're the kind of girl I dig," he said, "I can't stand these phony hypocrites who say they've never eaten dick and all the other lies they tell. Most women these days dig pricks. They like to feel a man unreeling his rod down their throat. It's just Mom Nature."
"You bet it is, Mom Nature's pacifier," I laughed, stroking his gleaming, dark cock with its huge hot head.
Bending over I gave his juicy rod quite a workout. This man turned me on so much I'd have sucked him anywhere, anytime he asked me. I was driven to his dick.
He was turned on with me too.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, what a hot mouth you've got."
Licking the length of his shaft, I finally returned to gulp his head down.
"Suck me," he begged, "Suck my prick. Ohhhhh, that's it ... that's it ... suck it."
Sliding it smoothly in and out of my mouth I marveled at its' length. Daddy's dong wasn't half as long. This was good eating cock.
"Take my balls out too," he whispered, kissing my hair. I unzipped farther and accommodated him, pulling out his giant-size nuts. When I saw them I suddenly had to suck on them. Pulling my mouth off his ramming pecker I licked down to his sac. Tonguing all around it I thought I might as well eat his nuts.
"What a cocksucker," he laughed. "I've seen girls eat dick but you put more enthusiasm into it than any female who ever blew me."
Proud of my praise, I determined I'd not disappoint him. Slipping my mouth around his left nut I sucked until his body twitched and convulsed in sexual excitation.
"Ohhhhh," he groaned. "Ohhhhh, that's it." Letting it fall out of my mouth I returned to eating his balls. I gulped down his other nut and began munching gently on it. He twisted around so much I thought he'd fall off the couch.
"Baby, he said, why don't we strip and do it on my bed. I can't wait to have your body bare ass naked on my bed."
"I can't wait to see all of you," I grinned, "I'm dying to get my tongue in every crack and crevice in your body. It's all beautiful. Nothing on your body is dirty ... I ... I love you."
He tore his clothes off and I peeled out of my things. He pulled the bed down from the wall and I couldn't wait to leap on board and fuck and suck up a storm.
"Another drink would do it," he glowed, "Come on sucker," he smiled, "Let's drink to my cock."
Gripping his pecker and squeezing, I grinned, "May it explode over and over again in my mouth tonight, always filling it with creamy thick you."
Wrapping his arms around my naked body I felt his penis hard, urgent, press tightly against my moist crotch. He found my lips and plunged his tongue inside my mouth. We Frenched each other for a long time and then he poured that drink.
On the bed he grinned down at me, "You name it, I'll do it."
"Bet you never had your ass sucked out," I smiled.
"Wrong," he replied, "I get my ass sucked out all the time and I love it."
Raising his ass up to me, he slipped a heavy pillow under his buttocks.
"See," he smiled, spreading his ass-cheeks anxiously, "I got a nice ass."
"You bet you have," I said, crawling between his upraised legs.
"Go to it," he urged, "Suck my ass."
Marveling at his magnificent manhood standing straight up, turned on by his heavy balls, and excited to be between his thick thighs, I went to work. Lapping away inside his thighs I got so hot for his body I felt I had to devour him. My tongue movements jabbed evenly around his ass. Gripping his firm, round buttocks in my hands I proceeded to thrust my tongue inside his hot asshole.
"Ohhhh, lover, you're super-fantastic. Eat my ass out. Get in there and lick it out for me."
He was so turned on with my tongue lashing I had to hold his firm round buttocks in my hands to keep his ass still enough for me to insert my tongue all the way. I'd learned how important it was to keep the tongue real stiff when you are eating ass. Forcing my stiffened tongue up his twisting asshole I shot it back and forth in regular movements.
"I love it, I love it," he laughed. "I've had my ass sucked out baby, but, never, never like this."
Removing one hand from his buttocks I diddled his balls. With the three-way action he was churning his butt like crazy. My stabbing probing tongue learning all his innermost bodily secrets, my hand feeling his beautiful nuts and my other hand holding his round, tight ass.
"Suck me ... suck me," he pleaded. I continued sucking. But I knew it must be time to return to his rod.
"I'm gonna' shoot," he panted. "Eat my dick." Pulling my tongue swiftly out of his asshole, I glided up to his mammoth penis. He was holding his manhood in both hands for me. I gripped it tightly and licked.
"Wrap your mouth around it," he demanded, "I'm ready to shoot."
He wasn't lying. Slipping my head over his dick I let him thrust it in as far as he could drive it.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh," he panted, "There it shoots. Eat my cum."
Hungrily sucking his sticky jet stream down my throat I ate him. Then I sucked some more. His pecker just didn't go down.
When I let him slide it out, he said, "That was a real cocksuck."
"I've never had any complaints."
"You wouldn't with a mouth like you've got."
"Am I really that good?"
"You're the greatest," he laughed. "Now let me eat your box, okay?"
I spread for him and he got his nose down between my legs. I wanted him to eat my ass first.
"How about my ass suck?" I reminded him.
"I need another drink," he blurted, reaching for the bottle. He threw his head back and gulped.
"Wow!" he said, when he'd drained the remains of its liquid contents. "I'm ready. Throw your ass up."
I threw my legs on his shoulders and let him bury his face in my asshole. I loved having him licking there. His hot tongue twirled around my butt and soon he stabbed his tongue right up my hole. I shook my ass for him and he gripped my buttocks firmly.
"Ohhhh, you're killing me," I giggled. "I love it. What a nice hot tongue."
He penetrated way up my asshole and I felt my mound moisten. I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd be coming.
"Suck my pussy lover, suck it for me."
He went to my pussy, licking my hair and then diving right in like a real lover and sucking on my clit. I pushed back to his face.
"Suck my pussy," I commanded him, just like he'd told me to suck his dick. Turnabout was fair-play I figured. Sexual equality was my aim.
His jabbing, licking tongue washed around inside my pussy. He was lapping greedily, just waiting for my hot fluids to pour into his sucking mouth. He didn't have long to wait. I couldn't keep that kind of high-powered, tongue-titillating, spine-tingling up much longer without exploding in his mouth.
"Eat me, pussy eater, eat me," I gasped, exhilarated, turned on, lifted.
He ate me too. He was a real groovy pussy-eater. He wasn't ashamed to do his thing on a cute girl's box. How I loved his tantalizing tongue as he devoured me.
He wiped his mouth with his hand and had a cute smile on his face when he finished.
"Thank you," I smiled.
"I should thank you for letting me eat your pretty little pussy," he laughed.
That was our first date. We had many more. I sucked on him till I thought I'd suck it off his body. We had lots in common. He liked good music like the Beatles and Elvis and when it came to loving there wasn't anything he wouldn't do. We could just be sitting there on the sofa and he'd pull out his peter. He'd watch my eyes light up and say, "Lick it, dick-licker!"
I'd become such an expert cocksucker I could just take him in my mouth and make him go even when he wanted to hold it back. He'd spray a big load in my mouth and I'd eat it like it was the most natural thing to do. For me it was.
While I was doing his dong in style I'd massage his balls. That would always get him real excited. He'd tense his legs and just lean back and let me suck. I liked to have his eyes on me while I was eating his prick. I couldn't wait till the dam broke loose. I'd brace myself for his last thrust and hold on tight while he shot his load. What a load he had too. I swear I took a gallon of his creamy hot cum down my throat. He wouldn't let me move, no sir, not until he'd unloaded all his hot jissum inside me.
I'm hooked on cock. What's more, I'm proud of it. I have always looked forward to meeting new men and exploring their genitals with my mouth and tongue. This is what they want too. They like it when they can hold me down on their big hard pricks and say, "Eat it ... Suck it ... gobble it down!"
After I swallow every bit of their loads I make them go down on me. None of this, 'Oh, but I don't eat pussy' crap. If I can suck their dirty old cocks off, they can eat a nice clean cunt. What's right is right.
I dig those groovy Mexican men. One time Mom took us for a vacation down in Acapulco. How I love that place. Well, I was at this beach where a lot of people swim bare-assed. I never saw anything like it before in my life. I mean they walked around in the nude like it was nothing. I slipped out of my bikini and lay down on my red beach towel and all of a sudden this beautiful man walks up.
"Hi," he smiled, "Mind if I lay down beside you?"
"No," I assured him. His build had me so hot for him I swear my body was shaking.
"Where you from?" he began in his part-English, mostly Spanish accent.
"California," I told him.
"Los Angeles," he smiled.
"Why do you smile?"
"So many senoritas from Los Angeles. They come here. They like me."
"I can see why," I laughed, looking at his lengthening prick. "I mean, you swim and the sun purifies your body and well ... "
"You want sex with me?" he asked, with that little-boy smile.
His head was peeking out from his skin around his enormous bulging dick.
"You like eet?" he chuckled, his eyes glowing.
I nodded. I'd never seen anything like it, an uncircumcised penis. It looked funny to see just the head of it slipping out from beneath the tight skin.
"Let's go where nobody sees us," he smiled. "Okay?"
"Yes," I nodded. He got up and when I saw his strong muscular legs and his handsome muscular chest I was terribly excited.
He focused his eyes on my knockers. I held them up proudly for him to see. I'd taken great care to keep my body slim, massaging my breasts to make them bigger.
"They're real?" he teased.
"Yes, yes," I laughed.
"Don't laugh," he said seriously. "Many Americanos have phony breasts, silicone, is that it?"
"That's it, that's it," I broke up. "You know all about our secrets."
"Et is no secret when I touch them," he said proudly. "I know the real thing. Si ... Silicone, is that right?"
"Yes, yes."
"Silicone is hard," he said sadly, then reaching out to grip my tittie, touched it firmly, "The real tittie is soft."
"You are a sex expert," I laughed.
"Yes," he grinned. "I know how to please a woman."
He began running across the beach. I watched his handsome body in motion. The rippling muscles, the flipping penis, the firm round buttocks, what a man.
I was almost out of breath when he looked back to see me scraggling behind.
"Hey, what happened?"
"You are too fast," I panted, trying to catch up with him.
When we were together he was turned on I could tell and so could everyone else on the bare-assed beach. His penis was huge. It stuck straight up, it was rigid as hell and the pink head was creeping farther from its fleshy container.
He saw me looking at it with awe. Gripping it in his hand, he smiled, whispering, "I geeve it to you, huh?"
I nodded. Then he charged into the blue waters. I couldn't imagine how he could give it to me in the water. He kept swimming and even though I'm in the water most of the summer I couldn't match him for speed. I would swim real fast for a time and then slow down and look at him. Finally I saw his naked body emerging from the clear, blue waters at a huge rock some distance from shore. It was like a rocky island.
I jumped out, finding it rough going to climb up on one smooth rocky ledge and then I darted to the other side where I saw him stretched out, lying in the sunshine. His legs were parted and he held them up for me.
I couldn't wait to get between his legs. He couldn't wait to have me there. When I was snugly between his legs he held up his cock proudly.
"You want to suck?" he asked excitedly.
"Yes, yes," I told him anxiously.
Nodding, he grinned, "It is yours to suck, senorita." I never saw such big balls before. I wanted to play with him before I let him have his fuck.
"You like them too?"
"Yes, yes," I sighed. "You are a beautiful man."
Nodding his head and still grinning sexily, he whispered, "You are a beautiful girl."
I bent over and began licking his super balls. He loved that. With short tongue jabs I continued eating away at his balls. Then I saw his smooth hairless buttocks. I'd never noticed how these men have no hair around their asshole and almost no pubic hair. Parting his ass-cheeks I swiftly slipped my tongue up his asshole. He liked that.
"Senorita," he laughed, "You lick my asshole. That is it, my asshole. It is good to suck."
I needed no urging to have him assist me in placing his buttocks in line with my tongue. Holding his ass-cheeks high in my hands the blazing sunshine only made his asshole more appealing. Gliding my tongue along the smooth skin around his ass he twisted and turned while I sucked on it.
"Senorita, you are better ass-sucker than girls at Rio Rita."
Pulling my tongue out I had to find out what Rio Rita was.
"What?" I laughed.
"Keeping sucking."
"What is Rio Rita?"
"Rio Rita is whorehouse," he laughed.
"I'm better than a pro," I giggled.
He nodded, grinning broadly, his handsome white teeth flashing against his dark skin.
"I'll finish sucking if you hold your ass still."
"It feels so good I have to twist."
I raised his ass again and dipped my tongue inside his asshole. He was beautiful. Sliding back and forth on my tongue I reached down to diddle his big balls and stroke his penis. He got on his knees so I could get a good grip on his dick. He loved this.
"Ohhhh, senorita ... keep that up ... keep eating my ass and jerking my penis."
I kept my tongue stiffened to give him maximum pleasure as I sucked, licked and stabbed him there. He was a beautiful, brown-skinned man.
Then I got on my back and lay between his thighs. How wonderful seeing the blue, blue sky behind us with white cloud banks. The rippling waters below and the rock our fortress in the sea.
"Suck eet," he laughed. Pulling his head toward me I peeled back the skin till his head was visible. I licked it slowly before letting him begin his fuck.
When he was so hard I knew he had to jab it in my mouth I let him.
"Okay," I smiled up at him. Panting with pleasure, I let him slide his entire dick in my mouth, cramming clear down my throat. I gulped as his juicy pecker came thundering down my throat. His wonderful heavy balls rested on my chin and I sucked. His hands gripped my head as he aimed his gun to fuck. I thrilled to the sight of this fabulous man as he enjoyed sending his pecker down my throat. His dark, brown eyes glowed.
"You like eet?"
I nodded as he continued pumping it to me. It was quite obvious he dug it.
"Suuuck," he chuckled. "Suuuuuck, my cock." I twirled my tongue around his head like it was some rare delicacy. His body shivered to my suck.
"Ohhhhh, baby, suck me off," he begged. I agitated his balls with my fingers. Slipping one finger up his ass I added to his delight. The glowing eyes, the panting breath, the thrusting penis all were producing enormous thrills in my body. I could hardly keep myself from vibrating on that smooth sunlit rock where we had sex.
"Suck it," he gasped. "Suck my cock." I kept fucking his asshole and then I pulled my finger out and held his round brown buttocks in my hand, squeezing on them like they were dough. This excited him and he said softly, "Nice ... very good, senorita ... very good."
Ramming it farther down my throat I knew he was ready to ram it to the finish line.
"Suck, suck, suck it," he gasped. "Keep that cock going. Beautiful. That's it ... suck, suck, suck."
Lifting my head to meet his cock-thrust I gripped his ass tightly.
"Give it to me ... oh, baby, give," I gasped.
He gave it to me. His balls, his juice, his cock. The hot jissum flash-flooded my throat as he groaned and churned his tight ass about.
"Ohhhhh, senorita ... suck it, suck it now." I gulped to the last drop. Sliding his penis out slowly he patted me gently on the hand.
"You Americans are good for sex," he laughed. "You do everything."
I could hardly believe my eyes. His ramrod was still rigid and hard. I thought he would have gone down by now. But no, it was hard, and anxious for action.
"I show you new way to fuck," he smiled.
"New way?"
"You get on your hands and knees like this," he smiled, illustrating by getting down on all fours on the smooth rock. I thought I knew what he'd do and I wasn't anxious for this, but, he was so puppy-dog anxious I agreed.
"Okay," I said, playing the game anyway he wanted. I got on all fours and he got up. He quickly got behind me and began feeling around my asshole.
"Lick it for me," I insisted. He bent over and put his mouth on my ass and licked. He diddled me while he sucked on my asshole. The double impact of ass-suck and pussy-diddle thrilled me.
When he was in line with my buttocks he edged the head of his dick into my asshole. I felt my tight asshole spreading. He gripped my buttocks tightly and rammed unmercifully.
"Ohhhhhhh," I grunted. "Ouch."
"Eet won't hurt for long," he chuckled. "Good tight ass-fuck ... me like."
"I gathered that," I said as I felt his throbbing penis slide pass my tight anal ring.
When he had poured his pecker inside my ass it frit less painful. As he carefully slid it in and out all pain subsided and gradual pleasure took over.
"You like, senorita?"
"Y ... Y-Yes," I stammered. "If you take it easy."
"I take it easy," he promised as he thrust his tool faster and faster, reaching higher inside my asshole. Bending over he gripped my breasts in his hands and squeezed the nipples.
"Ouch," I cried out. "You're hurting me."
"I hope so," he laughed. "It is fun to screw like this."
"Tearing off my titties and ramming up my asshole?"
"Oh, yes, senorita," he panted. "Keep pushing your ass back to me. We get this together. You push, I ram, we fuck."
Ramming it back to meet his forever thrusting tool I felt a strange kind of new pleasure mounting in his throbbing prick movements.
"Fuck it," I told him. "Come on and fuck it off."
"Slow and easy, senorita. If eet goes off, we have to wait till it gets hard again. I want to enjoy it ... slow, slow."
Trying to slow my grinding ass to his various moods and movements I stopped pushing back so hard. His penetrating pulsating penis was shoving rhythmically in and out. He was enjoying himself.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," he panted.
He was building his momentum again. His body bent over to press against mine. His hands stretched to grip my breasts as he squeezed hard on my titties.
"Tremendous," he gasped, "It feels tremendous."
I churned my butt around, to give some new sensations to his pushing penis. He dug the action.
"Ohhhh, senorita, I cannot hold it. Ohhhhh, I give it to you."
He did give it to me too. Ramming, lunging, thrusting up my anal passage, his penis poured its hot, sticky fluid up my ass. He sighed heavily as he dropped his rocks.
"Good ass?" I asked.
"Beautiful ass," he nodded, moving his penis out slowly in my now slick-easy asshole.
I turned over on the rock and lay there. He had given me two good loads of creamy cum and I had them both, one in my mouth, one up my ass.
"What's your name?" I asked him after a few moments of lazily dreaming as I glanced out at the blue-blue waters and the light-blue, cloud-streaked skyline.
"Manuel," he said softly. He was patting my tummy gently. His stroking hand was reaching down to my twat. I had a hunch what he had in mind.
"What do you do, Manuel?"
"Everything," he laughed, his eyes flashing sexily at my naked body.
"No, no," I laughed, "I mean, what do yo do for a living?"
"Screw ... is that how you say it ... ? Maybe I should say fuck ... fuck." He broke up laughing.
"You aren't serious?"
He nodded, grinning.
"You mean you have sex with people for money?"
"Yes," he nodded, grinning like an embarrassed little boy.
"A male hustler?"
"I have sex with everybody, old women," he chuckled, "pretty girls and men."
"What do you do with men?"
"They like to eat me like you do," he smiled. "And I like to screw up the ass, but, I don't like to have them shove it up my ass."
"I don't blame you," I told him. "It hurts like the devil."
"But it is fun to fuck ass," he nodded, smiling his playful smile.
"Yes, yes," I laughed.
"Actually," I said quietly, reaching to feel for his penis once again, "This is your business, letting people suck on it and pushing it up their cunts or their asses."
"Eet is good business here," he assured me. "Many people come here to have sex. I'm beach boy. We have this secluded beach where people can fuck."
"What's the name of this beach?"
"Screw," he grinned. "Just screw beach."
He tapped my buttocks and told me he'd have to go back to work. He got up, took a plunge into the waters below and swam away. I never saw him again. But I never forgot him.
Another day on another beach where people did wear clothes I just listened to the conversation. I thought I'd try to spot a hooker. It didn't take long to figure out who the chicks were who were for sale.
"Hi," one older man called over to me. I knew he figured I might be offering my pussy for sale too. So, just for the fun of it I walked over to where he was sipping a tall frosty drink under his bamboo umbrella which shaded his spot on the sand.
"You are nice girl," he said, "Sit down." He patted the empty wooden chair next to him.
"Yes, I am a nice girl," I teased, "That's why I can't sit down."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he gulped another sip of his drink, "I thought you were a Mexican girl, you are very dark."
"Well, I am French and when the sun tans my skin I do get so dark people mistake me for Mexican. But let me tell you something, sir, a French girl can do anything a Mexican chick can and sometimes even better." I opened my mouth and twirled my tongue around inside so he'd get the point. He got the point, and grinned.
"Honey, why don't you join me for a drink?"
I had a couple drinks with him and then he said, "How'd you like to pick up some easy money? I'm having a little get-together and I need some entertainers."
"What kind of entertainers?"
"What kind do you think?" he winked.
"I sing," I giggled.
"Do you ... ?"
He hesitated. Reaching over tor some pictures in a magazine he had opened he handed them to me. I looked at them and flipped. It was a screwing orgy. People had their bodies in all kinds of positions. It was like nothing I ever saw before. Inter-locking bodies.
"Would you like to go to a party like that?" he asked eagerly.
"Depends on how much is in it for me," I said tightly.
"You American people," he shook his head. "Always seeing dollar signs."
"I'll take it in Mexican money ... if it's enough."
"I'll make it worth your while. We have another chick who says she entertains, but, she's a Mexican girl and she's used to what us American guys want, lots of sucking and you know, everything."
I'd seen a play suit and a couple of swim suits I dug and I didn't have the money to buy them and Mom wasn't about to give me any. I could sneak away from her, telling her some Mexican kid was dating me, some college kid from the University of Mexico. This would impress her. Then I could go about my business. But the price. I needed fifty dollars.
"Fifty dollars, senor," I told him flatly.
He nearly fell out of his chair.
"Fifty dollars, senorita, that ees a lot of money," he quipped sarcastically.
"Not to a rich Americano like yourself," I smiled, flashing my most appealing smile, opening my mouth round like so he could imagine slipping his dick between my cherry red lips.
He scratched nervously and ordered another drink.
"I'm a mechanic on vacation," he said nervously, "I'm no lawyer or doctor, just a horny working man."
"If my action at the party isn't worth that much, just forget it. I've forgotten it," I said coldly and began walking away from him. Making sure I wiggled my ass just enough to keep his eyes popping out of their sockets.
"Come back here, come back," he said anxiously.
"Tell you what I'll do," he knitted his wrinkled, leathery forehead. "If you'll do what we tell you it will work out."
"I'll do it," I told him. "As long as you pay for it, I'll do it."
He gave me his room number and told me I could show up around ten that night. This posed a problem. Mom might get suspicious if I came in too early in the morning. Midnight had been my witching hour back home. She had no reason to suspect I was doing things. I'd covered my tracks well ever since Dad and I got caught making it that unlucky night.
"Now, you get home early. Don't let that handsome young college boy who likes you have sex with you," she advised. "I'm speaking bluntly because I know girls these days."
"That's not me," I told her sharply.
"Well, I didn't think so honey," she smiled, kissing me good-bye, but, she frowned as I walked away.
Once in front of our hotel I took a taxi to the Hotel Tropicale. It was one of those beach-front places set on a small cliff with a spectacular sea view.
I found room four hundred and five quickly and then it dawned on me. I was three hours early. It was seven after seven and he told me ten. To pass the time I decided to take a walk along the beach. It was a dark night with little moonlight. The waters looked like black velvet sweeping in across the sand. I heard someone call out lightly. "Over here, baby."
I knew better than to ever walk over to strangers in the dark. I knew it was deadly dangerous. But something pulled me just the same.
"Who are you?" I demanded.
"Come over here and see," the voice replied smoothly. If only I had brought a flashlight or had some way of knowing who was calling me. Walking briskly over to the secluded chairs on the beach which were covered with huge bamboo umbrellas the voice sounded louder.
"You're a nice looking chick," a young man's voice startled me with its closeness.
I almost stumbled over him. Looking down in the chair I saw a tough but handsome square-jawed young man. He was strong and his rippling chest muscles made him look like a Muscle Beach barbell enthusiast. A white towel was draped over his crotch.
"Why don't you join me listening to the sea?" he asked invitingly.
"Sure," I said.
He turned on his transistor radio and found some soft dreamy music and I then saw him put a small bottle to his lips and gulp.
"Here," he said, handing it to me.
"I don't drink," I told him flatly.
"Yes, you do," he said, throwing one arm across me, pinning me to the chair. "You drink, now go ahead and drink like a good girl."
"I'll scream," I tested him.
His hand clamped across my mouth. I struggled.
Realizing he had me helpless I thought I might as well play along with him.
"I've got to go," I said, when he removed his hand which had pressed so hard against my mouth my teeth ached.
"Whatcha gotta do?" he slurred.
"None of your business."
He laughed, holding me down with one hand. "How many men you fucked on this beach?"
"What's it to you?" I snapped.
His eyes just looked at me strangely, glazed, hungry. "I asked you a question. How many men you screwed on this here beach?"
"None," I told him.
"Then it's time you had one," he laughed roughly.
"If you hurt me I'll turn all the police in Acapulco loose on you."
"Like hell you will," he laughed raucously.
"What do you want me for?"
"You know ... you know," he leered, breathing his whisky breath in my face and looking down at my skimpy minidress. One hand shot under my skirt and he held it on my pussy.
Standing up, the towel fell and my eyes fell on his huge penis. "See what I got for you? Surprise! Surprise!" he kept on laughing but his hand reached for my head.
"Know how to blow a guy's dick?" he said roughly.
"No," I snapped.
"That's what they all say," he shook his head, still laughing deliriously.
I saw his huge organ staring at me, his big balls hanging between his legs, waiting to unload their juicy load in my mouth.
"You a hooker?" he asked gruffly.
"Course not," I spat at him.
"Yes, you are," he said emphatically. "I can tell a hooker when I see one. Cruisin' this beach all by yourself in the dark. You was out huntin' for sex and you found me. Now give me a blow-job and fast."
Turning away from the smelly old penis he was pushing into my face, I snapped, "Stop shoving that damned thing in my face!"
"Did I forget to pay?" he stammered, "oh, I'm sorry. Well, put this blowjob on credit. I'll pay later, you suck now."
"Get that dirty filthy cock out of here," I screamed at him. He slapped my face hard. Tears sprung to my eyes.
"Keep it down, cocksucker," he growled, "somebody might hear you."
I quieted. The pain searing through my face brought sharp ugly reality into quick focus.
"Now, you going to suck it?" he demanded.
I nodded.
"Then take it in your hands and give me a good blowjob. Go ahead, unless you want more of my fist in your face, but, I think you learned your lesson."
Nodding, I reached for his penis.
"Play with the balls while you suck my tool. Do it like a real pro ... you know how ... like you suck cocks when they pay you to."
The last thing I wanted to do was have him beat me to death. I'd read detective stories enough times to realize thrill-killers often have sex with their victims first. I could hardly force myself to suck him.
"You better get that big old prick crammed in your mouth and fast sweetheart," he smiled, or, I got news for you. "You're going to be damned sorry."
Gripping his huge penis in my hand I let him slide it in quickly. I reached for his huge balls and toyed with them. He wasn't a bad looking guy, it was just that he was crude and obviously dangerous because he was drunk.
While I sucked his dick, he put one foot on my chair and threw his head back and drank. Looking down at me he licked his lips. "That feels soooo good, just keep kicking, lover, keep licking that prick."
I sucked slowly, letting him build to his speed. Twirling my tongue around the head of it I let my lower lip drag back on the head of it to make him get all the erotic sensations my mouth could give him.
"You got a good, suckin' mouth," he nodded. "You are a pro baby or my prick ain't nine hard inches and I know my prick is nine, thick, hard delicious inches 'cause I measured it when I was sixteen and I ain't never forgot."
I put my hands on his buttocks and pulled him toward me. For an added kick I fingered his asshole. He really dug that.
"Hey, why don't you suck my asshole first," he laughed. He pulled his pecker out of my mouth, turned around and threw his big old ass in my face.
"Go ahead," he said smoothly. "I want you to suck my ass out."
I saw my chance. I lifted my knee and shoved. He fell flat on his face. I ran like lightning and he came after me. Glancing back I saw him far behind. His drunken state made it impossible for him to keep pace with me. And he was completely naked. I knew when I got within view of the hotel he'd have to hide in the shadows because he had no clothes on.
Making it to the hotel I thought it best to wait in the lobby. To make sure no one would proposition me I decided I would bury my nose in a magazine and read. Unfortunately all the magazines, even the American ones, were in Spanish, so I had to content myself looking at pictures.
I got a real jolt when I felt the seat next to me on the white Naugahyde lobby couch sink down deep. Looking up I saw the man on the beach who had chased me. He'd put on his swim trunks and a white beach shirt. He wasn't bad looking, but, after what I'd been through I was scared of him.
"Why'd you run away from me?" he whispered softly.
"Because I didn't want to suck your ass," I smiled.
"That's not a good enough reason," he grinned, "my ass is real nice suckin'."
"That's what you think," I smirked. "I'm afraid I'll have to break this enlightening conversation but I have to go."
"Please," he said urgently. "I've got to have you."
"You don't have a room here," I snapped. "Where would we do it, in the bushes."
"What's wrong with the bushes?" he smiled. I don't know what came over me but I got the sudden urge to make it with him. Man can be very persuasive when he Wants sex. The sly smile, the hard-on easily evident through his shorts, whatever it was I wanted him, desperately.
"I have an appointment at ten I must keep," I told him. "If we can be back here by then."
"I was right," he laughed. "You are in business."
His smart-ass crack almost tipped the scales. "I'm leaving." I got up and was about to go. He closed in. I felt him tight against my body. "No," he said severely. "Just five minutes and I can get it off."
"Where?"
"I know the perfect place," his eyes glistened. "On top of the hotel."
I followed him as he walked through the lobby, down a tile-floored hallway and waited before the elevator. He pressed the button and we got in. Other people were on the elevator and I made it a point to say nothing. When we did get out we were the only ones on the elevator. He walked down a small hallway and up a flight of stairs.
"Through here," he said quietly. I followed onto an unforgettable sight. We were on the roof of the hotel. A blanket of sparkling stars glistened in the dark sky. The moon was shining through now and the waters were blue-black below. I'd never seen anything like it.
"It's beautiful," I said, awe-stricken at the beauty all around me.
"I'm sorry I frightened you earlier," he said softly.
"I acted pretty bad myself," I told him.
"This is a perfect place. They never got the money to finish this penthouse suite over here and the rest of the roof isn't really finished either. The hotel ran out of money."
"That's too bad."
"For the hotel," he smiled, "but not for us." I followed him as he walked into the white stucco shell of the penthouse. The ceiling was gone but the walls were up. The windows looked out on their fabulous ocean, moonlit views.
"Strip me," he asked tenderly, "and I'll strip you."
I undid his white linen shirt. I unzipped his swim trunks and pulled them down slowly. His beautiful prick popped out anxiously.
"See how hot I am for fucking?"
"Yes, yes, I see," I nodded. He unzipped my beige blouse and unzipped my miniskirt. Now I stood there in just my bra and panties. Putting his arms around me he kissed me tenderly, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. His wonderful penis pushed against my blue nylon panties. I began to moisten and he detected it.
"You dig me too, don't you?"
I nodded. "Yes, yes, I do."
"Supersexed, huh?" he grinned, undoing my bra. My titties were exposed to his hot, eager eyes.
Bending over he licked them and kissed them tenderly. "Baby, let me go down on you first. I'm a first-class pussy-eater."
"Wonderful," I smiled, "keep your tongue nice and stiff."
Dropping to his knees, he looked up at me.
"You don't have to tell me how to eat pussy. I learned that a long time ago."
"Who taught you?" I teased as he slid my sheer panties down my legs.
"A sweet burlesque girl," he smiled.
Then he put his face next to my pussy and held it there. I thought I'd go off right then. No man before had ever gripped my body so passionately. His strong firm hands gripped my ass cheeks, holding me tight.
"Isn't that nice," he said, licking on my slit.
"I think it's beautiful," I sighed. My response drove him on. He hastily licked away at my pussy and slipped his tongue in and swished it around. The touch of his tongue upon my erect clit sent me into convulsive movements. I thrust forward and he eagerly licked.
"Suck me," I sighed anxiously.
His moist mouth went over my cunt and his darting tongue stiffened and he licked, sucked, nibbled until he had my ass churning up a storm.
"Ohhhh, lover," I moaned, gripping his head. Glancing out at the moonlit bay I wished time could freeze, that this one passionate moment could remain intact, always ready to refer to when I needed something sensational, thrilling, momentous to draw upon. I came in his mouth. He eagerly lapped at my genitals.
Slowly he got up and looked into my eyes. Gently he pressed his lips on mine.
"You've got a sweet snatch," he said. "It was a lot of fun."
We kissed and then I dropped to my knees. He squatted. "Baby, will you suck my ass first?"
I lay down on the floor. From here I could see the stars looking down on me.
"What a beautiful sight," I gasped.
"My ass?" he asked.
"That too," I laughed. "I was looking up at the beautiful sky and watching the stars glimmer."
"My ass glimmers," he teased.
I got down below him now and raised my mouth to his buttocks. Carefully pulling his cheeks apart, I shot my tongue in his crack. I sucked on it in slow teasing motions. Then I stiffened and shoved the whole thing up his asshole.
"Ohhhhh, I like that. I like that," I gasped.
"Good eating ass, isn't it?"
"You've got a beautiful body. You're all muscle."
Lowering his ass in my face, he commanded, "Suck it. Suck my ass out. That's it, ass-licker ... keep sucking."
His humiliating talk excited me all the more. I thrust my tongue high into his asshole and licked away. Reaching over to his penis I pulled it. He was enjoying himself. I gripped the sides of his buttocks and stroked him.
"Ohhhhh, that's great," he said. "Best ass-eater in the world."
I kept gripping his buttocks and tongue-fucking him. From the way he moved his ass I sensed cocksucking time was nearing. Whirling around I got below his penis. He straddled my chest, lowering his ass cheeks on my tits. "Take it all in," he smiled. "You'll like what I've got in my balls just for you."
He was fabulous. His rigid darting dick thrust down my throat. His pulsating peter pushed quickly back and forth. I knew he was so hot he couldn't keep ramming it like that long. Grabbing on my head, he panted, "Hold tight. Here it comes." The sperm shot from his prick into my waiting mouth and I gulped it down eagerly.
He did taste wonderful, salty, delicious. Pridefully he pulled his pecker out of me. Glowing down he asked, "Aren't you glad you came up here with me?"
"Oh, yes, yes, I am," I assured him, patting his buttocks playfully. "I never met anybody like you before."
"You never will again," he winked.
"I've got to get going to my date."
"Good luck," he smiled as. I started dressing. Then he winked, "Should I say 'good suck!'?"
"Same to you, baby," I laughed, "We must do each other again sometime."
I turned away from him quickly. I had to, the reason being, I liked him. I'd learned long, long ago it was dangerous ever to like someone sexually. I determined never to let it happen again, not if I could help it.
When I found the right room number I pressed the buzzer. The older cat I met on the beach in the afternoon greeted me.
"Come in, come in," he smiled. I walked in the room and found it crowded with middle-aged, tough-looking men. Only one other woman was present and she was a Spanish or Mexican chick.
"Meet Mireya," he smiled. "You are ... "
"I'm Jan," I said, "pleased to meet you."
"You girls are going to get to know each other real well tonight," he grinned knowingly. I didn't like the suggestion in his tone.
"Here's something to wet your whistle," one burly, red-headed man smiled at me.
"Thanks," I said, taking the drink from him. The record machine was pouring out Mexican music and the men were all feeling no pain, several tequilas later.
"Let's go to the bedroom," my arranger suggested, a gleam flashing from his lusty eyes.
"The cash," I whispered.
"Oh, yes, later," he nodded.
"Later, nothing. Cash now ... or I go."
"Why, yes," he nodded. "That was fifty for you and twenty for her."
The Mexican chick watched. She caught on I was getting more than twice as much and her eyes glared at him.
She walked over to him and demanded, "Same for me."
The men turned to look at her. Her fiery black eyes told them she meant business.
"Yes, yes," he hedged, handing her the same amount as me. She smiled triumphantly and we continued in the direction of the bedroom.
"Now you two sweethearts will perform," the red-haired man grinned. "How about you chicks eating each other first?"
"Yeah," the cat who conned me into this stupid affair nodded, "it'll get our balls rolling."
"Very funny," I flared, "I never ate a girl before."
"Well, well," he shook his head, "it's about time you did. I've eaten lots of pussy in my time and I will give you my word, it's delicious."
The Mexican girl was stripping. I started to undress too. "How about a drink for me?"
"Yes, yes ... oil your insides," a pot-bellied, balding man agreed, pouring me a hefty drink.
I gulped it down and nothing seemed so horrible anymore. Funny how that little bit of liquor hits the spot. When I had my bra off the men were inspecting my titties like they'd never seen a pair of breasts before. Then I got out of my panties and when they got a load of my box swimming suits were being pulled off all over the place and their pickles popping up.
"Ohhhh, look at her pussy," one man gasped. "Isn't that a pretty pussy?"
"Stop all the yakking and let the girls perform," the pot-bellied codger laughed.
I hopped on the bed and lay flat on my back. She hastily straddled me. I saw her pussy coming closer to my mouth. She wasn't a bad number. I didn't exactly like the idea of screwing with my own sex, I was no Lez, I knew that. But business is business. And as her pussy came closer to my mouth I realized more than ever before what that means when you are in the sex business.
"Look at the chili-pepper go," the red-haired man said, his horny old dick poking straight out.
She threw her face into my cunt and soon her lips were quickly licking away at my cunt. I pulled her hips down to my face and slipped my tongue between her pussy-lips.
"Suck her, suck her, suck her cunt," the men chanted. I sucked with all my might. If they wanted a show I'd give them a show. So I sucked on her pussy until I thought my tongue would give out. Wouldn't she ever come? Her tongue did things inside me I can never forget. Her nibbling on my clit was better than any guy could ever do it. She lashed inside me.
"Suck, suck, suck," the men continued chanting. I applied my mouth to her pussy and sucked. She began dripping. Soon she was gushing. Her juice was trickling down my mouth as I ate her.
"Suck, suck, suck it," they panted.
I ate her and she got me coming in her mouth. She sucked and licked and finished the pussy action. The men then jumped on the bed and two men straddled us.
"Why don't you fill up all her holes?" the pot-bellied man asked excitedly.
One man shoved his huge tool in my mouth, another tried to get it up my cunt and the third worked his dong up my asshole.
I glanced over at Mireya. They were mounting her. It was awful. A pecker up her mouth, one up her pussy, and the third up her asshole.
The bed springs squeaked. Eight of us were on it and the men were plunging away like crazy men. I didn't think I could stand it when the third cock rammed up my ass. I thought it would tear me.
"Oh, God," I groaned, pulling the pecker out of my mouth.
"Get your mouth around my cock, get it, get it," the pot-bellied monster grunted as he tried to shove his slippery dick up my mouth again.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," he said, hot with burning lust, determined to get his rocks off in my mouth. I lay there and relaxed. I knew I had to take it.
"Suck it, baby," he said, when he had it in my mouth again. "Now, you're going. That's it. Eat it. Eat it up."
I felt him coming in my mouth and I wanted to spit it out. I hated his sweaty, smelly old pecker, but, what I knew now was that I had sold myself into one night of sex slavery.
The cocksmith ramming it up my cunt was thrusting in time to the thrusts of the man driving it up my ass. I felt their explosion as they both rammed hard.
"Suck, suck, suck," the man still draining his dong in my mouth, commanded hotly. I sucked, draining every drop out of his still lunging pecker. Then the men slid out of my ass, out of my cunt and the fucker screwing my face.
The next batch of cocks got on board my body and began thrusting. The man who straddled my chest, lowered his ass on my titties and held his huge prong in front of me.
"Like eating dick?" he asked.
"Sure, baby, you got some good hot sperms in there for me?"
"Yes, yes," he said, "I'll give it to you." He held my head with one hand and took his cock with the other and slid it in my mouth.
"Suck, suck, suck it off," he said, sliding it swiftly in and out. "Ohhhh, that's nice."
He jabbed it down my throat and I gobbled it down. Then the two men got on each side of me and began driving their tools up my ass and my cunt.
They had cum-slick riding.
"She's got a nice tight ass," the thrusting guy who was hammering in, commented.
"Her twat's tight too," the other fellow panted, drilling up my pussy.
It was the most nightmarish night of my life. Everybody got everybody else's juices going and we were all grinding out sex. I never thought I'd be an orgy girl. Now I knew what hell a hooker could go through.
I left that room determined I'd finish peddling pussy forever. I didn't want any more of this kind of sex. I felt I deserved better.
We left Acapulco and headed for home. When I started in college I decided I'd try to keep somewhat of a reputation. But on my first date the guy had to put his hand underneath my skirt and feel of my pussy.
"What you huntin' for?" I asked teasingly.
"Pussy," he smiled.
"Want to eat it?"
"Sure, can I?"
"Why not?" In spite of all my good intentions I was hooked on the idea of him eating me. So I simply pulled off my panties and lifted my mini, the skirt that must have been designed with pussy-eating in mind and fed him a nice warm meal.
He was so good at it I even served him seconds. Then I felt around for his hard prick and he loved it. Unzipping his pants I pulled out his prong and sure enough in just a few minutes I was eating his prick.
"Suck it," he said, as I slid my mouth over his tool. "Suck that cock!"
I applied all my innate skill and wide background in blowjobs to his pulsating penis. He appreciated it too. I could tell from the way he threw it to me. He thrust in nice, regular movements, slowly building to a shattering climax. When he came he shot such a load it splashed down the sides of my mouth and I licked to gobble up drippings.
"How about another load?" he smiled proudly.
"You got that much in your balls?" I asked.
"You bet I have," he chuckled. Then he began getting hard again.
"Doesn't it ever go down?"
" Never," he laughed.
Without complaining I slipped my mouth over his throbbing rod and began sucking.
"Ohhhhh, that's nice," he sighed. "Nice and easy. Second suck can be more fun than the first time round," he explained. "First time you're so hot you don't know what you're doing. When you get turned on too much, you fuck wild. Now, my balls are calm enough to fuck you a good long time."
Pulling on his balls I felt them tighten. I knew he was building to climax in spite of himself. I went down hard over his rod, letting it jab the back of my throat. He shoved. I sucked.
"Ohhh, damnit," he panted, "I'm coming again." Fastening my mouth tight to his dick I sucked him in. He shot a good load of hot cum, creamy and thick and I ate it again.
He wanted to fuck me up the cunt. But I felt damned lucky I didn't get babies from the Mexican orgy. Maybe all those middle-aged screws were sterile, I hope so, the rats, fifty dollars was ridiculous for the fuck-suck nightmare they put me through, ramming peters up my holes as fast as their pushing peckers could shove.
"Aw, hell, I'll shove that all behind me. It was hell, I mean hell," I told my new love Mike.
Mike was a horny bastard, but, when I refused him cunt-stabs he, didn't make a fuss.
"Long as I can eat it," he grinned-, "I'll be okay. Of course you gotta' take care of my tool when my balls need draining."
"I always do," I giggled reaching for his ding-dong.
Finally I graduated. Not from cocksucking, but, from college. I wasn't any quiz-kid genius or anything, but, I did manage to get my degree.
I began looking around for someone to take care of me. I didn't like the idea of being on my own, all alone in some cheapie apartment. I wouldn't think of sharing a place with another woman. With all those Lib movements and everything it isn't safe to room with another chick, I mean you take an awful risk she's some Lez, hot for your pussy too. And peddling pussy so everybody gets his licks just isn't my bag. Not that I'm downing Lezzies. Uh-uh ... it just isn't my bag. To each his own. That one cunt-lick job with Mireya was enough pussy-eating to last me a lifetime or two.
I finally found the man I love. He was someone I had to look up to. I mean, he didn't try to fuck me the first time he took me out. He waited until the second time. You may laugh! I can't, not these days. The horny tightwads buy a dime cup of coffee figuring they've paid squatter's rights on your pussy perimeter.
Joe and I dug each other. He was a little older, ten years to be exact. But where love is concerned, and I should add security, what's ten years?
He was stable. I mean he didn't smoke pot. And he didn't have any venereal disease. Anyway, he met me at a rock festival and we got to laughing over these two turned-on kids fucking up a storm bare-ass naked. It was hilarious. Of course we wouldn't ever do anything ridiculous like that. But it was a good free show that drew more applause than the rock artists. The rock artists got so jealous they said they'd all strip and screw if we didn't watch them.
I was so disappointed when the kids turned away from those crazy fuckers 'cause I swear those guys would have kept their word and fucked each other. Think how funny that would have been. I mean if you took pictures of that, they'd be collector's items someday.
Anyway, Joe and I made it at a motel all the way. We went ape over each other. Our long tongues, no doubt, were the biggest attraction. Not just length, but talent. It takes talent to lick, fuck, and suck and you'd better believe it. I've sucked and fucked some of the best dudes in town and they tell me I'm a supersucker.
We got married and we have kids and my husband gives it to me regular, twice during the week and the big-time on Saturday night. But I got tired of one pecker. When you've had it with different men you get bored with the same old cock. Not that there was anything wrong with Joe's cock, there wasn't. He was a great guy and a good screw. But, I wanted the excitement of different men. So, I went out to find some adventure.
I found it. I brought it home and I never figured he'd find out. But I was wrong. He just happened to phone when we were having sex and he overheard Bill in the background. I didn't think he heard him. He shot home from work on roller skates. When he caught me doing Bill you should have seen him. He pulled me off his pecker and said I was a no-good tramp. I had to leave him. He divorced me. But I'm not giving up trying to find a way to get over this sucking hang-up I have for different men and settle down.
SUMMARY
Janet did not realize how traumatic her childhood experience with her father had been in forming the fabric of her entire sex life.
The early experience had forged a sex act in her mind in such an indelible imprint that it was impossible for her to think of sex without instantly re-living the act of fellatio which she had been forced to endure as an impressionable child. Having learned to please her father in this warped sexual expression, she wanted to continue to please him subconsciously.
This subconscious drive which had never been eliminated through psychological counseling or hypnotic suggestion thus surfaced continuously throughout her adult life. The "sucking-compulsion" syndrome therefore became the dominating force in her sex life.
Her husband could not satisfy her sexual needs nor could any other single man. Her need for multiple gratification was in response to her childhood sexual conditioning aimed at oral satisfaction, specifically the man's anal and penis needs. There was no difficulty in Janet finding men who instantly were willing to accommodate her hang-up. The ease with which she could make contact sexually also worked against her in overcoming her dilemma.
All of the previous experiences she had had in pleasing men with her mouth stood between her and marital adjustment. When she would perform fellatio with her husband it still was not the same sexual exhilaration she'd experienced over and over with other men and groups of men as in the Mexican orgy situation. She had so conditioned her sexual responses that any marriage or normal sexual relations adjustment was unthinkable without penetrating analysis, followed by deep hypnosis and treatment.
If her willingness to free herself from this "sucking compulsion" was greater than her desire to experience various sensual delights that always accompanied her sexual adventures— hope and help was hers for the asking.
When informed of what might be done, she revealed her true inner feelings.
"I didn't come here for a moral judgment to be passed on my sexual feelings and desires. I wanted to try to free myself from any guilt connected with the life I want to lead, not change completely."
Her unwillingness to consider changing her traumatic past for a wholesome, adjusted future was self-evident. Her case had to be dropped then and there. But one benefit did emerge. Janet has been made aware of what lies at the base of her incessant and apparently insatiable desire for oral sex. If she someday decides to take action, in a sincere and earnest attempt to rid herself of her crippling compulsions she will know help is available.