Chapter One: The Lotus Licker
"I guess you could call me a cannibal. All I really want to do is eat guys ...
"Frankie was the one who really got me started on my eating act. He balled me, and it was after one of those deals that I started experimenting a bit. I looked down at his cock, which was hanging limp, and found I was still turned on sexually. I was a little surprised to be up so high and restless when he was so definitely down low.
"We were both naked, of course, and I reached down between his thighs to start caressing and fondling both his shaft and balls, thinking how it might feel to kiss that beautiful rod of delight.
"It may have been because I was steamed from all the sex play that had gone on when he balled me, and I wanted to make love to his rod in return. I don't know for sure.
"It didn't take long for my roving fingers to bring him back up a bit more. He wasn't fully erect, but he wasn't down to that wet spaghetti state anymore, either. I somehow found my head moving down toward his cock. I was breathing harder. I inhaled his manly aura, and the heady scent grew stronger as I got closer to his crotch.
"I began kissing the end of his cock and discovered it felt smooth and velvety against my lips. I began licking it and running my tongue around the head. My lips parted more fully and I mouthed the crown. It was firm and full, nice and puffy. My mouth watered like crazy and I began taking in more of his length. I flicked my tongue against it as I slipped my lips up and down on the long shaft.
"I was so taken with his musky scent and smooth skin that I didn't even realize he was lifting my hips and placing them above his face. Suddenly, I felt the penetration of his tongue and I responded. My reaction was to suck in more of his shaft deep into my mouth so I could hungrily lick and tongue that luscious thing, moving my head in great circles so that it was churning around and around within my oral clutch.
"It was wild and wonderful. But here is my little hang-up. It wasn't anywhere near as great as I had heard other girls say it was. They all raved how it sent them out of their minds when a guy ate their clams. I have to honestly admit it didn't exactly do that to me.
"Frankie was good at it. Don't blame him. He had used his tongue on other gals before. It wasn't amateur night by any means. He sucked, kissed and licked at my vulva. He knew all about the old clit. He had it throbbing like a sore thumb as he nibbled away on it. He didn't miss one single erotic zone down there.
"My big charge came from my own eating act. The musky scent of Frankie's skin got to me. That part was just the greatest. And I wasn't restricted to his crotch area, either. My mouth was restless. I ran it around his ass and right up to his bunghole. I shot my tongue in and out of there a few times, and I made sure I had his full taste with me before I began roving further.
"Frankie would've been happy to have me concentrate on his cock and balls, I know. But I was more ambitious than that. I wanted to suck, kiss and lick at his belly, his tits, his armpits. And I did, too. He fidgeted a bit while I explored with my eager lips, but he let me do what I wanted. And what I wanted to do was to drink in all of his manly body. Not just the main part of cock and balls. There's so much more to a man that that. Like the armpits. I dig those the most. I love to press my eager mouth up as far as I can into a guy's armpits and just suck away for as long as he can bear it. They get tired of it first, not me. I could go on forever with my tongue, lips and suction ... "
Helen S. succeeded in bringing her partners to release, but rarely by "normal" genital to genital methods. She derived her greatest sex pleasures from licking, tasting and sucking at her partners' erogenous zones. During the act, Helen was stimulated to the point of orgasm by the taste, body odor and wild responses of her mate.
Her fetish could be traced back to her motherless childhood, when she had slept with her father, her tiny head tucked under his armpits, or her face pressed against the back of his neck. Helen grew up with the stirring scent of maleness in her young nostrils.
Helen also grew up linking maleness and protection as a composite. The protective covering of the sheet or blanket in bed further served to enforce her nocturnal relationship with her father, but there was no record of incest in the young girl's association with her remaining parent. There were times when she was deeply stirred by his masculinity, as she herself admitted, but it never progressed to the consummation of the sex act proper ... either orally, or in the so-termed "normal" fashion.
"Even though I wasn't quite three when my mother died, I was still far enough along to recognize the structural differences between my father and myself. I was aware of it more the first night after my mother's unexpected death than I had been to that stage. I had crawled into bed between them on many other occasions, but I had never slept alone with my dad. I can still remember the thrill of feeling his hard, hairy body against my tiny frame as I sobbed my heart out over the loss of my mother. Even as my tears coursed down my cheeks, I found a strange tingling in my body as I pressed my face up to his powerful, naked chest. He never slept with his pajama tops on and this helped excite me further."
Helen was not unique in her oral fetish. Nor were her guilt feelings unusual. Even though orality has been with mankind for longer than most people realize, it is still considered a deviation by many intelligent human beings.
Most of us have to find personal adjustments in ourselves as sexual creatures and adult people. The first step is to admit honestly that we are faced with certain guilt feelings and problems. The next is to admit there is a solution, and to discover just what that solution might be. But no one can really help us until we are ready to be helped. Only then will the mind be receptive to the facts. John E. Somers, M.A., Ph.D., who has long waged a battle against the myths and misconceptions concerning sex has this to say:
Even at the risk of becoming repetitious, I must again reiterate that all the sexual activities prevalent today are the product of prehistoric man and have descended through the ages with but little refinement added to the original creation. In the Kama Kala of East Indian erotism, we find erotic sculpture depicting the male and female in the acts of fellatio and cunnilingus, also in Soixante-neuf relations.
We can trace the development and prevalence of Soixante-neuf through the Middle Ages, the Renaissance and the decadent courts of France. At what point in pathological history it was formally documented as a perversion, and inscribed on the statute books as an illegal act of sex, is a question seemingly without an answer. Just who ostracized this particular sexual activity, and created an abnormal perversion out of a sex practice which had its origin in the dim dawn of history, and which has flourished through the centuries, is not clear.
"No man has ever turned me on like Denny. Every guy in the world has his own certain charm, like the tall, thin studs who always seem to be hung a bit longer than the short, chubby chaps. But the little fat guys make up for it with some other blessing ... like maybe they got a thick, fat tongue that sticks out two inches farther than normal. And when it comes to chicks like myself, that means a hell of a lot.
"Now, the first time I saw Denny it was under really icky circumstances. A friend of mine, Jennie, was being married. Normally, a marriage is fairly exciting. You know the bit. The young, lovely bride, the handsome groom, just waiting to get into the sack so they could eat and fuck each other unconscious. But Jennie was being married for the third time, and she wasn't exactly what you'd call a looker. She was short and skinny. Her complexion was tattle-tale gray, and the only thing she had going for her was a really nice personality. Everybody liked Jennie.
"Her husband wasn't a hell of a lot better. He was in his late forties, and nobody was ever going to mistake him for Mr. America, if you know what I mean. So, the whole damn wedding was a crashing bore, and I was fidgeting from start to finish. At this stage, I hadn't yet seen Denny.
"It was after the ceremony at the reception that we locked glances. I was picking up my fourth glass of spiked punch when I looked up and saw this unbelievably lean, tanned face confronting me. I blinked and nearly lost my drink and my cool at the same time. He was staring steadily at me, and his stare took in the things that counted. He was fully aware of my tits standing out from my see-through blouse. Oh, sure, I had a protective bra on underneath, but it still showed that I was all gal. I wanted this guy so bad I could taste it, but I had to show some restraint. If not for his sake, certainly for mine. I already had a little rep as a swinger and I didn't want to give the other gals at the reception further ammunition.
"Where do I know you from?" He had moved over to be closer. I knew and he knew that this was our first fucking meeting, but we played the little game.
"Ummm, let's see ... " I frowned as if trying to recall where we had first bumped into each other, but all I was really conscious of was that I had to get my mouth clamped around the high spots of that gorgeous hunk of man.
"Was it at Jennie's last wedding?" He kept a straight face as he studied me.
"I don't think so," I said, and shook my head, "but you do look so terribly familiar." He did, too. He reminded me of Steve McQueen, Paul Newman and Elliot Gouid all rolled into one big hunk of sex!
"Why don't we go somewhere to talk this all out?" He was steering me away from the group as slyly as you can imagine.
"How about that spot over there near the piano?" I wanted a secluded, shadowy area where we could be removed from the knowing glances of some of the less kindly gals.
"I've got a better idea," he suddenly said. "Let's go to a motel."
"Less than twenty-five minutes later we were registered at a small motel that would never win the coveted Four-Star award, or even half a star. But it had the one thing Denny and I wanted just then. A bed. Denny closed the door and locked it. That reminded, me of something.
"Are you married?" I asked.
"Yes," he nodded, "but I'm not fanatical about it."
"Good," I said. "I won't have to worry about a long engagement, or anything like that."
"I'm not a home wrecker and never have been. I knew that Denny wasn't married. I knew that a good-looking stud like him would pretend to be married or separated, or some dodge like that. He wasn't about to tie himself down to one hunk of gash. But I had to play the game along with him. It seemed like the right thing. Anyway, I knew it would put his hot little mind at ease if he felt he was in the clear about getting tangled up permanently with me. And I wasn't willing to be tied down to any one man yet, either. Not with the world so full of delicious guys waiting their turn.
"You want to use the bathroom first?" Denny didn't waste any time.
"For what?" I wanted action fast. I saw no need for a long, drawn out shower bit.
"To answer nature's call," he said, and smiled at me.
"The only call she's making at this stage is for that old debbil sex," I replied.
"That's the message coming through to me, too," Denny replied, removing his clothes in a nice, relaxed manner. I didn't delay. I was out of my stuff before he had finished. I stood up so he could see what he had coming. I was glad I had taken extra care that morning to look good. I was tanned just brown enough to compliment the creamy whiteness of my body where the bikini had denied, the sun's rays. My tits were up nice and full. The huge brown nipples were stiffening as I anticipated the fun ahead. Benny's eyes drank in the rich flow of curves I had to offer. He let his gaze drop down to my crop of bush. I've got more than my share of that.
"When I felt his eyes locking in on my pussy, I detected the subtle perfume of cunt juice that I start generating at the mere idea of the action upcoming. My nostrils twitched a bit at my own aura of sex. And I knew that Denny was going to supply me with further delights when the fragrance of his own body started penetrating the atmosphere.
"Well, what're we waiting for?" I asked him. He was still in his shorts but he was stiffening up good as his dong slowly rose.
"Just enjoying the scenery, sweet." He smiled as he slipped out of his last item of garb. I studied his cock with interest. He wasn't hung like some guys I've seen, but he had plenty. And from past experience I knew I could work magic on that old yardstick.
"He walked over to me with his big jabber jiggling in that entrancing fashion it has when a guy is up nice and hard. And Denny was up at this stage. He put his hands on my bare shoulders and I was surprised to feel the strength in those graceful fingers. They dug deep into my flesh.
"I lifted my mouth, I kept my lips open to make them more interesting. I played it coy by shutting my eyes like some young virgin on her first date. There was a long pause. I couldn't figure out what the delay was, but I decided to play it cool and let it all happen. Then, I learned why it had taken so long. His mouth was pressed up right against my forest.
"I spread my legs wider so more of his tongue could get up my crotch. But it wasn't the easiest way to do it. Denny was on his knees and he was at an awkward angle. I didn't want to seem too forward, but I knew he wasn't completely at ease in the pose we had adopted.
"Let's not waste the bed we paid for, darling," I said, breaking the contact of his lips from my apex. I caught his bare shoulders in my hands and pulled him up to his feet. As I lifted, he was careful to let his tongue run right up my bare belly, past the navel, up to my tit-ravine and then to my mouth.
"Mind if I kiss you on the lips?" He pretended that was an 'mposition.
"Not at all," said, going along with the little love game. "I think every girl owes it to her date to permit a little intimacy!"
"We both laughed at the humor. Denny had been around and so had I. We both knew what it was all about. The only thing that remained for us was to learn exactly how much we knew about titillation. He was as eager as I to pool our sexual know-how.
"Lay on your stomach, please," Denny said, and helped me as I stretched out on the bed. I had a sudden doubt. Was he just an asshole man? It turned out he wasn't. I had hardly turned over when his hot, wet lips were nuzzling at the base of my neck. He used his teeth in a nice way, too. He nibbled, but he didn't bite so hard that the skin was broken. I've had lots of guys who get so steamed up they chew right through until the blood flows. Now, I'm not against a bit of violence when it comes to sex. It's all part of it. But a gal hates to go around with fang wounds in her neck. That went out with Dracula!
"Yummmmy ... " I could hear Denny murmur as he hungrily nibbled and nuzzled down my spinal column. His demanding lips were now getting closer to the valley between the cheeks of my ass, and my crotch was creaming nicely. I knew he had the scent of my erotic heat reaching his nostrils. His nuzzling moved around to reach every area of my ass. I've got a nice, smooth butt, and I liked the way his tongue would flick out at intervals to lash my skin into further heat. My own mouth was watering as I visioned my eager lips and tongue working on him. But for the moment, it was his play.
"His head circled around and around as he got ever closer to the action zone. I again wiggled my thighs a bit wider so he could get up with no hindrances to a smooth entry. Then, I felt his tongue licking out for my rectum. His nose was buried in the soft valley of my ass cheeks and he was having a bit of trouble breathing properly. But that just made it all the more exciting. I had buried my own nostrils too often between a guy's cheeks to not know what was going on with Denny. His roving tongue circled around a bit more to create even greater excitement in my crotch, and then the tip of it flicked out and brushed my asshole.
"I've learned one thing about assholes. Each one has its own peculiar aura. Guys who eat a lot of steak and stuff like that have a powerful pungent smell. Other guys who go more for salads, fruits and vegetables are inclined to be milder in their aroma. The dessert eaters are something else. They exude a strange, syrupy smell. But it's all great. It's pure man-musk.
"Women have a totally different perfume in their butts. We tend to run more toward spicy aromas. I've learned a little trick that most gals don't know about. Every morning-even when I know there's no chance of any sex-action ahead-I douse my crotch and asshole with a douche that just can't be beat. This douche comes in a variety of flavors. First, there's champagne. Then, of all things ... chocolate ... and vanilla. There are lesser flavors, too. Honey, cinnamon and a host of the fruit essences. Popularity polls have proven that apricot and pineapple lead the field in the eyes or, rather, the noses of male explorers. I'm a gal with expensive tastes, so I went the champagne route.
"Anyway, my champagne-flavored butthole got to old Denny. He started reaming his long, thick tongue up into the old dirt road. It wasn't the first time a guy had gone that route with me. I knew how to flex my rectum so that his tongue could slip in further. I clamped down really tight on it to let him know I was housebroken.
"I don't really like guys shoving their cocks up my bunghole. That's too damn much meat to ram into a small opening like I've got. Oh, sure, lots of gals go the asshole way all the time. I'm not too sure they really enjoy it so much, but most think it's a good safe way to get a guy satisfied without taking any chances on pregnancy. Guys have tried to ream me, but I've gotten out of it with some skillful orality. It's amazing how far a gal can get if she learns to use her oral powers properly!
"Anyway, Denny really dug my champagne bottom. He licked and sucked at my bunghole for some time. Too long, I felt. I wanted to do a bit of nibbling on my own. But I didn't rush it. I let him have his will. Finally, he was ready for the more serious action. He lifted his face from my butt and gave my ass a little slap.
"You're done on this side," he quipped. "Turn over, please!"
"I did. Fast. I lay back with my kissing-sweet tits up nice and firm in the firing position. Denny stared down at them with real awe. His eyes roved all around, drinking in the lush curves and then zeroing in on the big nipples. And they are big, make no mistake. The contact of the bed against them, plus his nibbling at my ass, had done wonders. I swear they were two inches long.
"Denny just stood over me next to the bed. I was getting eager for the big move, so I asked him, "Too big?" I meant my nipples, but he misunderstood.
"I've never had any complaints about it before," he said, looking down at his cock, which was now nice and hard.
"I meant my nipples, silly," I kidded him. "I was afraid your mouth might be too small to take them."
"Let me test your theory." He moved onto the bed to lie down next to me. His head lowered to my breast and he began running his tongue in entrancing little circles just around the edge of my nipple area. He moved in closer and closer with each revolution, and I could smell the aura of my pussy opening wider and wider under the stimulus of his sex-play. Then, with lightning-swift dexterity, he fastened his hot, wet lips directly onto the nipple. He began sucking-it in hungrily, and as he sucked, his tongue kept flicking at the tip. He had great suction powers. He had one other little trick that I'd never felt before. When he had drawn as much of my tit down into his throat as he could get, he let his teeth cut in just enough to hold the skin without biting through. From this point on, he really revolved that tongue of his like a propeller.
"Next, Denny started easing down from my two burning tits. He kissed and sucked at my belly, and I knew it wouldn't be too long before his tongue would be flicking in and out of my navel. All this time I was dying to suck at him, but somehow he had taken the play from me. But I knew if I just bided my time, my desires would be answered.
"I wanted to kiss and lick his smooth skin so much it made me squirmy. As he tongued my belly button, I wiggled my hips and he picked right up on that. He lowered his head and his burning lips blazed a juicy trail down to my forest.
"He plunged his face right down into the glistening, wavy black hair that protected my pussy. I knew my hairs were tickling hell out of his face but he wasn't about to slow down for a little thing like that!
"His long, hot, wet tongue came shooting out and searched for home plate. I was careful not to put anything in his way. He moved his chin and face hard against my crotch so that I was opened up wide. I remember how I quivered as he manipulated my twat.
"It wasn't until that big, fat tongue found my clit that I really got turned on. My whole body seemed to be as stiff as I knew his big cock was. I had to fight to keep from crying out for him to get done so I could eat him. My mouth was watering at, the prospect.
"Eat, eat, eat! Eat my cunt!" I remember gasping the words out over and over as I spread my thighs as far apart as I could get them. His active, probing tongue was making my whole lower half red hot. Heat came out of there that would have warmed an entire apartment. I was actually worried that I might be burning his face with my hot love juices!
"But even as all this was going on within me, I was missing something. My own mouth was empty. I wanted the taste of Denny in my lips. I wanted to suck, kiss and taste his skin. All of it. Not just his cock and balls. Every inch of him called out for my oral love.
"But he was unaware of that. His tongue kept driving in and shooting so that my rich red gash of love was vibrating and pulsating towards him like some kind of sea anemone toward an unsuspecting fish.
"Then, all of a sudden, it changed. Denny lunged upward and away from my valley of passion. He tried to jam his big cock into my pussy. I wasn't red hot about this but I made no real resistance, I wasn't too much help, though. I let him do all the positioning. As he tried to zero in on my hole, I took advantage of his proximity to clamp my mouth on his neck.
"I started sucking, kissing, licking and tasting his luscious skin. I just couldn't get enough of it. I nibbled and nuzzled at all the area I could reach. Meanwhile, he was still all fired up with the idea of ramming his cock into my snatch. He gasped and moaned as he missed the mark.
"I got to get that thing in you!" He was in near agony.
"The angle's a little off," I panted back.
"Relax, for God's sake, will you?" He was having his troubles. He wasn't that big down there but he still couldn't get in. He just couldn't make it the right way into my pussy. He was moaning and groaning. Most of his words were hard to understand, but I did get this much out of him:
"My balls ... my balls ... they're hurting me ... terribly!"
"I was happy as a lark. I was so busy sucking and nibbling at his chest and shoulders that I hardly knew what he was up to down along the river front. But he was determined to shove his cock up into my snatch. I realized I'd better help him or he'd go off his rocker. So, without stopping my kissing of his wonderful, fragrant skin, I eased one hand down, took hold of his slippery, thick cock, and pulled it up against my hairy crotch. I wiggled it around and got the head of it in for an inch or so. Now, he was turned on. He figured he really had me. I wanted more than just a thick rod jammed up my twat, but I had plenty to keep me engrossed with his handsome body. I nibbled down lower to suck at his tits, and then I got to easing my face into his armpit. I loved this contact. I could feel the moisture exuding from under his arm and I hungrily licked it all up. As fast as his sweat came out, I saw to it that it was gone. I had a ball going from one armpit to the other. It got to Denny after a little bit. He started shoving more of his cock up into my tight hole. I couldn't very well fight it off so I let the whole length slide in.
"I've got to come soon," he panted huskily.
"Do it this way till you're up to the last second," I stopped my nibbling at him long enough to instruct. "Then, pull out and I'll take care of you!"
"He didn't answer. He was too eager, surging up and down, hammering his big dong into my cunt. He was turned on, make no mistake about that. All the sex play had steamed him good, and when he had trouble getting it into me, that just turned him on all the more. I know my hot, wet mouth had done a good job on him, to further heighten his passion. But I played it cool. I went back to my oral fun even as I analyzed what his big rod was doing down inside me.
"Any second ... any second ... " he gasped, as if somebody had jammed a knife up his ass. I could tell he wasn't fooling now. His thick rod was swollen to maximum fullness, and it was like a hunk of granite.
"Hold it just one moment!" I twisted my hips so that he was out all the way. I stopped my gnawing and nibbling. I didn't want to make him come. I knew if I did, he'd cool fast and I'd be out of a lot of pleasure. I lay perfectly still, making sure his big cock was clear. One little bit of pressure at this stage and he'd cream like Old Faithful. Anything to stop that!
"I've got to blow, sweet, I've got to." He was so fired up he couldn't stand it.
"I know, darling, I know." I caressed his face. "But we don't want to take the edge off everything just yet." I gently patted and stroked his heated face as he eased up a little. Then, when I felt it was safe, I started to kiss and suck at his earlobes, his chin, his neck, his chest and armpits. Once again, safely buried in the musky aura of his bodily scents, I felt safe and protected. No dangerous male cock wedged up into my cunt. I was reminded of those wonderful nights when I was a little girl and safely pressed up to my father's strong, hot body. I didn't want this to ever stop, but I knew it would if I let Denny blow his wad.
"He began searching out my cunt again with his big cock while I tried to ease down so I could suck it for him, but with that obstinate streak of his he kept trying to shove his old joystick up my hole. Despite all my subtle maneuvering, he got it where he wanted it. He started getting hotter and hotter as he wedged it up inside me. He plunged it in and out, humping up and down in his own primeval little world of liquid satisfaction. I settled for my sucking desire. I nibbled and gnawed at every available inch of his body. And I applied a little force with my sharp teeth when I sensed he was up too high. The pain helped cool him enough to delay his final blast.
"It's really funny, when you stop to think about it. I mean this whole sexual business, you know. The whole idea is to get the guy you are screwing around with to come. Yet, the basic plan is to prevent the ultimate act. You get the guy up to the peak, then bring him down just before he blows his wad. No wonder the human race is all fucked up.
"Like, you know, it's the same thing with other activities. Take that stupid game of golf. Well, maybe it's not really stupid, but it's really hopeless, isn't it? The idea-I don't know much about it, but enough to pass a judgment on it-the idea, like I said, is to put the ball into the cup with as few strokes as possible. In other words, the perfect golf game would be one in which the player went around in eighteen holes. And that's impossible to do, of course. So, the golfer is faced with the prospect of never accomplishing that which he is after: a hole-in-one on each hole. Just like with sex-a perfect sex act would be an impossibility. I suppose the perfect sex act would be one where both partners would be completely satisfied with the action. Both would attain climax at precisely the same instant. Both would find their release in exactly the same proportions. And both would be freed of desires and urges for the rest of the night or day. But we know that it doesn't work that way, no matter how hard we try, right? One or the other of the two wants more, even as the other partner is utterly empty. I mean, like zonked-out-with-the-come bit. But, of course, it sure is a fucking pleasure trying ... Like with Denny.
"I was doing my desperate best to slow him down so I could bask in the warmth of his chest and armpits. Even as I was sucking and kissing at his upper body, he was hammering his big, thick cock up my cunt ... each of us intent on our own desires. I couldn't help but think at that moment that somewhere down deep inside our impulses there were two special demons. Denny had his demon. I had mine. Benny's demon was that tremendous urge to wedge his thick cock up into my cunt and spurt his jism into my baby-making machine. He didn't want me to have a baby, but he still was doing his best to knock me up!
"Of course, my little demon was something else. An overpowering lust to suck, kiss, chew and eat at Benny's lovely, smooth skin. To build this oral pattern up higher and higher to the point of orgasm for me ... up, up and ever higher, just like some goddam symphony of string instruments, to a high pitch that only a fucking dog could hear.
"As much as I wanted my release, I still fought to keep it off. Just at that split-second instant, when my whole body would tense for the great release-that electrical moment when my blazing cunt juices would burst forward to engulf my partner's own torrent-a great force of willpower would rise to withstand the demands of our bodies. It made me convulse and shiver. My ass clamped into a powerful lock, and my legs stretched out until I thought they'd come loose from their joints. But it did the trick. I kept delaying the inevitable. No Niagara of creamy semen shot from Benny's cock into my pussy.
"I let him hump his huge cock into my cunt, but I cheated on building it up too much down there. I went through the motions of playing hot snatch. And it was hot, make no mistake about that. But it was, really hot because I was eaten with desire for Denny's sweet-smelling skin. Even though he was exuding hot sweat, he smelled sweet to me. Oh, not that sugary sweet of bakery goods or candy. No, it was the more potent sweetness of man. A raw, lusty, male odor. My mouth just couldn't lap up enough of it. I could have gone on like that forever.
"I was slipping back to the wonderful nights in bed with my father as I found myself lulled into a pleasant torpor. My mind played strange tricks as Benny hammered his huge cock up into my throbbing pussy. In my fantasy, I saw myself playing a weird, erotic role. Not with Denny but with my father.
"In my playacting scene, I saw Denny wielding a great whip that might easily have been some version of his big cock. With that cocklike whip, he was hitting my naked father right on the ass and crotch. Don't, ask how, but my father had wedged his cock right up against Denny's, and, in this way, Denny couldn't come. Both naked men were trying to fuck me at the same time, and each frustrated the other. In the meantime, I was kissing, sucking and licking at every inch of their luscious, nude forms.
"I have to kiss it for you, Denny, I really must." I knew he couldn't contain himself much longer, regardless of his self-control. I managed to pull away from his throbbing penis despite his attempts to lock me to his crotch.
"Okay, okay," he groaned. "But I can't go on like this forever. I'm only human, you know ... "
"You're superhuman, you handsome liar."
Helen's words were husky as she lowered her lush, moist lips down to Denny's vital zone. She let her hot breath play gently over and around the tip of his great organ. She teased him by moving her mouth down to his testicles, where again her sultry breath caressed his manhood.
Helen was not the least bit interested in whether or not her partner returned her orality. All she sought at this juncture were the heady delights of his virility, exuding from every pore. The aura of musk was thick in the air as her mouth began to draw in his testicles to better soak up the hot perspiration coming from the inflamed skin. First, one big testicle, then the other, was sucked in, to be hungrily tongued and nibbled at.
Next, Helen directed her attentions to his penis base. She kissed, licked and tongued this hairy area with infinite relish as her breath expelled from her nostrils in great, gasping sounds. She purposely permitted this sound, and even increased it, knowing its aphrodisiac effects on the male libido. Denny writhed and moaned under the demanding mouth that was so relentlessly clamped upon his malehood.
His lust aroused more passion within the oral-minded Helen. Her naked body was glowing a soft pink in the gloom of the motel room. Her generous breasts were sharply pointed, the huge brown nipples up to their maximum erection. As Helen bent forward to better work her orality upon the frenzied male, her rich, pearl-shaped buttocks were elevated, revealing the thick, dark hair between her creamy thighs.
Denny groaned as Helen withdrew her lips to plan new assaults. He was nearly out of his mind from the buildup the oral-driven girl had subjected him to.
Helen lowered her full, moist lips to the crown of his engorged penis, permitting a light contact as she began circling her head in tantalizing movements. At little intervals she flicked out her tongue to feather the extreme tip of his organ, causing him to stiffen and groan.
"I fixed him good. Boy, did I fix him good. I knew he was an old hand at fucking, but it was only a challenge to me, I knew damn well he had never before bumped into a girl like me. I mean, Denny was a square really-a fucking square, that is, if you know what I mean. He was used to dolls who liked to screw the so-called normal way. You know, spread their legs, open their pussy wide, and shove the dong in for a quick one-two. Not like me, with the ail-American tongue and lips. And believe me, there's a hell of a lot more you can do with your mouth on a guy's cock than with your cunt hugging it. With the dong inside you, it's pretty well he who controls the screwing action-tempo, rhythm, the depth of the strokes, and so forth.
"Of course, I know fucking well I am not the first gal to discover the sexual power of my lips, tongue, and teeth. By now, probably everybody in the country either sucks cock or eats pussy, and that's the way it should be. Just think of how simple abortions would become-if the gal got pregnant sucking a guy off, if her cheeks started swelling up, all she'd have to do would be spit the baby out ... Of course, I'm just spoofing about that. But the fact is, I go for sucking cock a hell of a sight more than anybody I ever ran across in my whole damn life. And I also know that very few gals like to kiss and suck at other parts of a guy's body besides his cock and balls. Me? I prefer chewing at areas that most gals think is indecent-or unsanitary! I tell you, as long as the guy is clean, there's nothing unsanitary about anywhere you can run your tongue around or in.
"Dear old Denny was turned up high. And I knew he'd get sore as hell if I went back to sucking at his armpits and tits again. As much as I wanted that action, I had to play the little game he preferred-at least, for that particular moment. So, I dutifully went back to his King-Kong dong, taking the big, round head into my mouth. I let it slide around inside, establishing full mouth contact with the rock-hard ball.
"Denny was stiff as hell and panting harder as he wiggled to wedge more of it into my throat. I didn't fight it. I permitted the long length to slowly slither deeper into my mouth meanwhile darting my tongue round and round the sides. I'd ease it back away so I could flick my tongue onto the top to tickle it further. Each time I did this, Denny would convulse and cry out.
"My head started wobbling up and down as I took as much of his length down my throat as I could. Then, it was all too far along for Denny to fight it off any longer. I could feel a really big fire starting to break out in his scrotum. The heat was actually so apparent that I almost expected radiation waves to start shooting out!
"Oh, God ... God ... faster, faster, faster ... " He was almost shouting the words. I was a little worried about how he was coming on. Motel walls aren't famous for being soundproof. I didn't want our little romance broadcast to the whole world.
"I could feel the skin on his thighs tingling. He had these great big gooseflesh bumps and I was dying to lick and suck at them, but he wasn't going to let me deny him his big come job.
"He kept arching up to wedge more of his cock into my throat, even though I had him into me clear up to his balls. My chin was beginning to feel the rough, hairy action of all the pounding. But I figured it was all the way now. I kissed, sucked and tongued his cock as I bobbed my head in steady strokes. Each time I managed to suck in a bit more because he kept picking up in size. As well-hung as Denny was, my cocksucking powers were making him longer. I guess I could rent myself out to guys who think they're underdeveloped. No cunt could work such magic!
"Then, it happened. Denny's arms convulsed and hit my naked back and shoulders as he tried to shove his whole fucking body into my mouth. But I was up to the challenge. I sucked in like a plumber's plunger drawing on a clogged drain. His inflamed cock seemed to swell once more, to rise like a bird, and then it exploded right into the back of my mouth in a lightning-fast series of soul-searing jerks. Denny had come, Man, had he come!
"He had lots to offer. He was panting and gasping from the frenzy of the spurting release. All of his tensed-up body seemed to shoot out with that violent discharge of force and life. I wasn't letting him off the hook now. He wanted me to blow him, so that's exactly what I was doing. I swallowed all he had to shoot. I was surprised that his cock could continue to stay so huge after shooting as much jism as he did. His hot sperm cascaded into my throat for quite some time. I could feel the head of it against the back of my throat as he throbbed over and over. A dry, salty taste filled my mouth, even though his love juice was so creamy. But it wasn't bad. I swallowed and swallowed till there was no more. Now, he was finally finished. He slumped back, sated.
"But I was just beginning to feel great. Now, I could get away from his cock and balls and go after the rest of his skin. My real pleasure was still ahead. I was quivering as my eager, wet Sips sought out his belly-button, his chest area, his beautiful nipples, and best of all, his hot armpits. I gasped and panted as I sucked, kissed, tasted and tongued all the exciting parts of his frame. And that's when I began to build to my first really full orgasm. I could feel the volcano building down in my crotch. My thighs were blazing as the passion built higher and higher. The more I sucked and licked at his armpits, the more frenzied I got. Then, in a great convulsive series of violent spasms, I reached my own powerful climax. I sobbed and cried as I continued gnawing at Benny's quivering body. My love juices oozed out of my fiery valley in a red-hot tide of raw lust. At last I had my own gratification. At least, for a little while. A few minutes later. I was eating at Benny's body all over again in my insatiable quest for relief.
"Sometimes I worry about why I can't get real satisfaction out of plain old screwing or blowing or sixty-nining and the rest. I know that other gals don't get charged up by sucking and tasting a guy's underarms and his tits. But Benny's the one who's really shook up about the whole thing. He just can't figure me out. It worries hell out of him that I only find my peace of mind, in the taste, body odor and wild responses of my partner. He thinks there's something radically wrong with a gal who reacts like I do. He says he'd marry me if I could only straighten out on what he calls my weird fetish. I think I could be happily married to a guy like him. But I'm worried about him and his doubts about what I like to do. The more I think about it, the more I think maybe Denny is the one who's screwed up, not me.
"For example, what happened so recently that my insides are still sore from it may give you an idea of what I mean ...
"Denny was sitting in the armchair, wearing nothing but a fucking bath towel around his middle. He had just taken a shower. I wasn't wearing a hell of a lot either. In fact, all I was wearing was a lily I had plucked off the table and stuck up my pussy. I had sucked him off but good while we were messing around in the shower's hot, needling spray. Down on my knees on the tiles-his whanger all the way in my mouth-his balls against my chin ... When he shot his jism, I swear I felt it running out of my ears. Of course, it was the shower water, but it sure felt wild and hot ...
"But anyway, there he was sitting, pooped out, but his cock was still half stiff-or again half stiff. And the more I looked at its outline under the terry towel, the more I wanted it again. So, without any further ado, I slithered down to the floor in front of him and began working my tongue and lips up the inside of his thighs. By the time I got to tongue-tickling the curly hairs of his upper inner thighs, his dong was like a tent pole underneath the towel. I could see his balls-hot pink from the heat of the shower-drawing up in little spastic jerks toward the base of his cock. So, I worked my hands underneath Denny's buttocks, spread his asscheeks, ran the tip of my pointed tongue into his puckered asshole, licked his perineum, then, opening my mouth real wide, sucked his sparsely haired jewels right into my mouth ... I've got to tell you, my mouth may look small, but I can put a hell of a fucking lot more in it than anyone would ever believe. So, I got Denny's entire scrotum into my mouth, figuring that I was going to jack him off, and then, when he was ready to blow his load, I'd clamp my teeth on his balls-gently, of course-to force every bit of semen out of his baby-making machine.
"And that's when he made the craziest move for straight fucking. He yanked his balls out of my mouth-he must've scraped them against my teeth doing that-tore the towel off himself, and got out of the armchair. His dong was sticking way out in front of him like a medieval fucking battering ram-thick, long, red-headed, glistening. I swear he took me by surprise. I didn't have the slightest idea of what he was up to, until he grabbed hold of my shoulders, pulled me to my feet, then pushed me into the armchair, butt down. I bounced, he pushed me so hard, and on the up-bounce he grabbed hold of my ankles and drew them apart so quick and far and sudden that I heard my pussy lips squish open. The next thing I knew, he was kneeling on the floor in front of the armchair with his whanger buried in my cunt up to his balls. He couldn't have made more than half a dozen six-inch plunges before I felt his hot come squirting up the insides of my pussy ... Of course, I didn't get the chance to get any fucking pleasure out of that. I mean, can you imagine something like that happening? That's why Denny worries me. There must be something wrong with him ... "
An obsession with oral lovemaking as indicated in the above case-history subject borders on being pathological. A mania is unhealthy, regardless of the nature of that mania, and Helen, from her narration, is definitely a borderline maniac. The fact that she will still participate in sexual intercourse is a hopeful sign; however, her preoccupation with fellatio is so great, her preference for it is so powerful, that, unless she alters her mental attitude toward oral lovemaking-that is, if she accepts oral lovemaking as a variation on the procreative manner of sexual activity-the chances are that she will withdraw totally from even an occasional participation in coitus inter labia.