Chapter Three: Lip Service
"Brenda and I had been out with a couple of guys that night. We found them to be drips. We begged off early and sent them on their way home. We were in Brenda's apartment putting down guys and telling each other that no date at all was better than a date with some jerk.
"Somehow, we were both sitting closer on the divan, not touching but near enough to do it if we wished. That's when I realized two important things. First, that I wanted to hold Brenda's lovely, young body in my arms, and secondly, that I was going to. I sensed right there that we were going to make love that night.
"I made the first pass. I reached out and touched her hand lightly as she rested it on her knee. She was wearing a short skirt and it revealed lots of smooth thigh. Brenda was built beautifully. Slender, but with full tits and nice long legs that were designed to wrap around a girl's face. I noticed she trembled when my fingers trailed along her hand and I moved them on up to her arm.
"Sharon-" She was starting to say something as I moved my hand right up toward her cute tits. I couldn't help myself then. I pulled her lovely body up against mine. She stiffened but didn't fight back. She was poised, for a nineteen-year-old chick. We stared into each other's eyes for a second and then our lips locked in our first kiss. In two seconds the kiss developed into the French style. Our tongues flicked back and forth and we both turned on big.
"Your lips, Sharon," Brenda broke the contact, "they're so different from a man's!"
"I know." I found the words coming out huskily. "And your lips are something else! They're so soft and warm." I pressed my mouth down hard on hers again and then I really let my hands rove as I French-kissed with new passion.
"I was the aggressor, which was only right. I was three years older, and in mental ways I'd say I was even further ahead of Brenda. She was a lovely girl but not overloaded with mentality, if you follow. Anyway, I started squeezing her beautiful tits and slowly forced her back onto the divan. Then I got on top as I kept running my hands all over her frame. All the time this was going on, I kept shooting my hot tongue in and out of her mouth, and she kept taking it. Finally, I knew I had her ready.
"This is too much, Brenda!" I pulled up and away. "Let's get undressed!"
"She wasn't about to argue. She stripped down to the buff in about ten seconds fast. I didn't let my eyes take in too much of her lovely young form until I was naked. Then, I turned to drink it all in. I had to gasp for breath at the sight. I'd seen lots of sharp girls, but Brenda had to be the greatest. She had a voluptuous body that you'd never expect when you saw her in clothes. I couldn't quite believe those creamy, symmetrical curves. In dress, she looked slim. But once the fabric was removed, the rich flow of womanhood seemed to expand.
"She stood proud and lovely for my gaze. I was pleased to note that her own eyes were roving up and down my body. Now, I couldn't compare to her. But I wasn't too bad, either. Even though I've got rather broad shoulders and fairly flat hips, I'm still womanly in appearance. My tits are nice and high and my ass doesn't have that rock-hard look so many girls of my type are affected with. One difference between Brenda and me, though, sort of startled me. She had the thickest, bushiest crop of pubic hair I ever saw. I could lose my whole face in that thatch with little effort. I was amazed how all that hair turned me on.
"I moved swiftly up and practically threw my body at her. We embraced hard and I clamped her so tightly to me that she could hardly breathe. I pulled her down to the thick rug instead of the divan this time and she didn't protest. Even if she had wanted to, it wouldn't have done her much good. My mouth was all over her-kissing her on the lips, ears, neck, and tits. I hungrily took one of her nipples in my mouth and began gently nibbling. She cried out so loud that I was worried the tenants next door might hear her. But I didn't stop. I began sucking her entire breast into my oral cavity. I pressed down so hard as I did this that she had the full impression of my chin and teeth against her.
"I had lower aims than just her tits, though. I wanted the goodness of that big, bushy crotch. I began dropping my mouth lower down along her smooth belly. I licked and sucked like mad as I aimed for the navel. Once I found it, I began flicking my tongue in and out just the way a guy would shoot his prick into a pussy.
"Brenda spread her thighs wide. She knew what was coming her way next. I headed down lower. My hot tongue was licking little designs on her silky thigh just inches short of that big forest which was exuding heat like a blast furnace.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck," Brenda was gasping the words out as she wiggled her hips trying to induce me to stop teasing and put my tongue where she wanted it the most. But I skillfully avoided this contact. I wanted to build her higher before that great moment came.
"Then, with a swift lunge, my thick tongue was wedging between the outer lips of her cunt, probing, thrusting, moving in and out and around. Brenda was prepared in one way, I know, but in another way, she really wasn't quite ready for what I was giving her. She reached down and caught the back of my head to try to draw me even further up into her blazing hole.
"I cooperated fully. I pushed my face harder up into her crotch. The big bush of hair was tickling my nostrils and cheeks, and that only sent me higher. Brenda threw her lovely, creamy thighs wider apart-as far as they would go, nearly perpendicular to her body. I had the thrilling feel that if she spread far enough, I might get my whole head up inside her blazing snatch. I was so excited by it all that the whole room seemed to be spinning as I kept eating away at Brenda's womanhood.
"Then, I realized that my demanding lips and tongue were taking their toll. Brenda started climaxing. But this was no ordinary orgasm. She reached a high peak and seemed to stay there. Really. I don't know if it was what you'd call a multiple climax or what. Probably it was. A lot of images came to my mind as her fiery juices laved my face and mouth: ecstasy, joy, pleasure, lust,, desire, heaven ... but all were inadequate to describe what was taking place inside me and my lovely young partner, Brenda.
"The smoothness of her young buttocks became more apparent to me as her crotch opened wider and wider to assimilate my orality. I also found my nostrils were being absorbed by another thrilling area. Brenda's anal opening was responding to the erotic thrill of my lashing tongue within her vagina and suddenly, I had the ecstatic joy of discovering my nose sucked up into the heady wonders of Brenda's asshole. I almost smothered under the confining influence of the huge, hot, wet vagina and demanding ass. But I was all the more aroused by the double treat. I began alternating my tongue from pussy to ass.
"I had no idea a young girl could emit as much 'come' as Brenda was showering upon my face. She creamed all the time I was eating her out and as she underwent one orgasm after the other. I finally wanted some of what I was giving her. I pulled up and got around on top of her with my own snatch on her face. She was ready for me. And now, we were in the old, established sixty-nine position of legend. I found my own tongue and licking action grew even more vicious as Brenda's lips and suction began pulling at my pussy. Our thighs constricted as we lapped, sucked, licked, bit, chewed, tongued, and kissed each other's pussy. Long after we had soaked up every possible bit of moisture from our blazing cavities, we just lay with our faces still buried in the hairy holes of each other-simply inhaling the wonderful aroma of hot cunt. I'll never forget that experience if I live to be a thousand ... "
Sharon L. was just two years under thirty when she first visited a psychiatrist to relate her own personal history. She earned a better-than-average living as buyer for a large department store and, on the surface, had everything any young woman could want. Except a husband. But Sharon didn't particularly want a man, not even as a lover.
Instead, Sharon had made a considerable study into another field of human contact. She had researched the area of lesbianism thoroughly and knew aspects of it that even a trained sexologist would have found difficult to attain. And she derived great pleasure in proving that many, many thousands of women before her had gained their greatest sexual release with others of the same sex.
Surveys have indicated that one out of five women in the United States has had deliberate and conscious relations with at least one other woman. One expert estimated that one woman of every fifteen is an active, practicing lesbian, a figure that becomes even more surprising when we consider that this also includes women who are married to a male.
The lesbian's history, like the nymphomaniac's, usually reveals a missing or totally inadequate father. The difference in their case histories seems to be the mother. Typically, the lesbian's mother was too much in the picture. She was overly dominant, overly protective, overly critical, overly jealous, and, simply, "overly" everything.
This was not so in Sharon's case. Her mother and father seemed to be very average. They permitted their attractive daughter no more nor no less than most families. Sharon, herself, had reasons for her pursuit of other women.
She claimed that the thought of male dominance was too traumatic for her and that she couldn't gain a true enjoyment of the sex act in a heterosexual pattern.
The real reason for her particular deviation came to light in the final analysis: Sharon preferred young girls. She liked to mouth their extremities. The delicate shape of fingers, the sweetness of toes with their painted nails, the erotic feel of a stiffened nipple, the tenderness of a pierced earlobe, and the young smoothness of buttocks and anal entry-all these areas were the targets of Sharon's seeking mouth. All this was brought out as she unfolded the account of her relationship with Eva M.
"I almost forgot about all other young girls a short while ago. And for me that really meant something. Young girls turned me on like crazy. And they knew it. You'd be surprised how many so called 'sweet young things' paraded their charms before me to get things rolling. I had a steady parade of beautiful, youthful sex partners-one of them was thirteen, but I found that the more developed ones were more satisfying.
"When a girl's too young, she lacks tits and that lovely fullness down around the crotch that a dedicated lesbian like myself needs. Oh, I grant you, there's a certain freshness about a girl who's just coming into womanhood, but that still doesn't compensate for the heady delights of a voluptuous pair of tits and a fiery furnace between the legs. No, I like "em young, ail right, but that 'youth' means something closer to voting age!
"Lots of girls had charged me up in the past, as I said, but none like Eva, She had been hired for the house wares department and wasn't a day over seventeen, which was unusual in our store-at least for this time of the year. Normally, the only really young girls who were hired came on around the holidays or summer vacation. And this was the fall season. There had to be a reason, which I soon found out by a discreet check of the records down in the employment office. Eva, it developed, had only been married a few months. Her husband, Ricky, was a premed student and was attending the university just outside town. He was working his way partly by filling in nights at a gas station, but that still wasn't enough. Which is why Eva was dangled before my hungry eyes.
"And I began a systematic campaign to seduce the beautiful young girl. First, I arranged a chance meeting in the cafeteria, and then I conducted a very thorough strategy to bring things around to the stage for action.
"You remind me so terribly much of my young sister back home in Indiana," I told Eva as we shared lunch together.
"Indiana!" Eva almost choked. "Why, that's where Ricky's from! He was born and raised there. He starred in football at Fort Wayne and that's how he got his football scholarship here at the university!"
"He certainly must have been a great player to have them bring him clear across the country to play for the university," I said. What I didn't say was that I had no sister in Indiana-or anyplace else. I knew from research at the employment office in the store precisely why Eva and Ricky were living where they were. And the records were just full enough to reveal little details such as the background of the store employee's family. Like so many establishments that offer little in salary or career, the store was inordinately fussy about its workers and insisted on far more background details than were really necessary. But it was all to my good in cases such as Eva's. I needed the ammunition to wage a comprehensive campaign of seduction.
"I invited Eva and Ricky over whenever it was feasible. Due to his schedule of classes and work at the service station, it wasn't too simple. But I had to play it cool until things were more advanced.
"Like an art collector who goes through life-picking up fine works of art that appeal to him, then suddenly sees one painting or piece of statuary that strikes him just right-that's the way it is with me. He develops a grand passion for the one item that occupies his every waking hour. He pursues it relentlessly and isn't satisfied until he attains the goal. He will do anything to bring him nearer to what he seeks. Only I collect beautiful, young girls. Or, if you prefer the street jargon, I collect beautiful, young cunt!
"If my comparison between the female vagina and a work of art is baffling, it shouldn't be. Some people look at an Andrew Wyeth painting and find great beauty in it. Others turn to harsher and cruder representations, such as Andy Warhol and Picasso produce for their gratification in artistic expression. Some lesbians find great reward in a woman's breast. The rich, smooth curves please their sense of design and form. I enjoy a good pair of breasts myself, but that still doesn't answer my real need. I find my own particular delight in something more earthy. The crotch. There is true beauty as far as I'm concerned. The rich hair that surrounds the vaginal entry. The luscious folds of the vagina itself. The subtle and inspiring shades of color that go into the entire structure of the female sexual base-those heady reds, purples, and browns of the vagina lips ... That is what I call sheer poetry in flesh! No painting has ever been created that can even start to match the exciting flow of color and design to be found in a young girl's cunt!
"The other part of a young girl that turns me on is her rectum. I love the anal portion almost as much as I do the cunt. There's been too much scorn in the past about the anal area. Perhaps, because it's associated with defecation and "unclean" things. Well, crap! An asshole is one of the loveliest parts of a girl's body. There's a certain simple beauty about it that can't be denied. The rich, dark browns around the opening; they vary in tone from burnt sienna to milk chocolate. And the sensitive folds of the skin leading into the anal tract. They remind me of a lovely ravine in some secluded glade ...
"But, getting back to my seduction of Eva. There was this annual all-star game played in the Hula Bowl at Honolulu. Ricky had earned the right to represent his university and this meant an all-paid tour of ten days for the great spectacle. The expenses did not include the wives of the players, which meant that Eva would have to see the game over television rather than in person.
"I set the stage beautifully for my seduction of Eva. The first weekend of Ricky's absence, I cornered Eva and invited her to spend the entire Saturday and Sunday at my place. I smoothly glossed over the doubts she might have had by maintaining that I felt uneasy about her being all alone in their apartment with Ricky away.
"You're a very lovely young lady, Eva," I praised, "and there are too many eager men around lately just waiting for a chance at some unprotected young thing like you. No, I'd feel a whole lot better about Ricky's absence if I knew you were absolutely in no danger ... "
"I didn't let her suspect that the greatest danger to her happily married household was my eager hot tongue and ravenous lips. She'd find out all about that in short order once I had her under my roof, believe me!
"Eva fell for the story I gave her. There had been a series of 'peeping Tom' forays in the area and all this led to her acceptance of the offer.
"I was so emotionally stirred about the mere idea of having that luscious young thing alone with me in my place that I couldn't think of another thing. I didn't even crave pussy from my regular partners. I wanted to save my best efforts for the ravishingly lovely Eva. I hadn't seen her with her clothes off, but I could already envision what she would look like. She had the full, smooth legs I liked in my girls. Not one fraction of an inch too heavy. And the exciting way her thighs flowed into her firm buttocks. Even the rather conservative skirts she wore couldn't quite conceal the rich curve of anal loveliness hidden beneath the fabric. The era of the miniskirt was over but we still had the good sense not to completely disguise our girls' legs with too much skirt length. So, I had a fairly reasonable idea of what Eva's crotch was going to be like when I got down to it. And get down to it, I was most assuredly going to do! Once I set my sights on a young girl, I never missed. Eva was in the bag and I knew it. All I had to be careful of at this point was to not let her become aware of my supreme confidence. That just could scare off a loyal young wife!
"I had taken elaborate preparations otherwise. I had the house spotlessly clean when Eva arrived.
"I let Eva drink in the charm of my place while I drank in her own appeal. I showed her to the guest room I kept for special visitors such as herself. It was Friday evening and I had warned her not to dine until later. I was prepared to serve a very rewarding dinner in return for the appetizing dish I was going to enjoy shortly after.
"While Eva freshened up and changed into something more fitting for the occasion, I took advantage of the interlude to slip into more comfortable garb, I selected a costume I had used with signal success in other seductions.
"It was none of this "bull-dyke" stuff for me, I knew what my strong points were and I capitalized on them. I stripped nude and then donned a Japanese kimono of very thin silk. I cinched it in tightly around my waist, creating the illusion of an extremely narrow waist. But the best part of the kimono was that it accented my breasts. My breasts aren't big, but they stand up and ask to be counted. And I have good nipples which never fail to erect up nice and hard when they contact smooth, thin material. A minor fetish, I guess. Not one solitary stitch else except for a pair of embroidered sandals. I checked my appearance in the full-length mirror and it was rewarding. I could see my sensuously curved belly under the robe. It lent me a tremendously sexy look. I started getting hot just studying my own reflection. I was close to my target and I knew it with unerring instinct, an instinct that had rarely been wrong! I got so enraptured. I barely had time to beat my guest out to the living room.
"I called through the closed door to instruct my visitor to be sure to change into something truly informal and relaxing. I tossed one remark off casually that meant more than Eva suspected.
"We're just folks here, Eva! Why don't you skip panty-hose and shoes. Walk around in your bare feet. It'll help relax you!"
"Eva called back an agreement and that stirred me even more. I loved my young girls when they revealed their pretty feet. The sweetness of their shapely toes turned me on with great desire. Now, another important step was undertaken. The preparation of the drink to be served.
"I had made a study of alcohol's effects on people. I learned that the male reacted differently to alcohol. One or two drinks aroused the man. But when he had more, he reacted negatively. He actually lost his sexual potency. But it wasn't that way with girls. And especially young girls. They got more charged up with the extra drinks. I had mastered the art of mixing one drink that knocked my young lovers right off their feet. I purchased the finest vodka I could buy. Cheaper grades didn't work as well because they revealed their presence by a slightly bitter aftertaste. The next step was to pour a small water glass nearly full of the good vodka. This usually meant a minimum of four ounces. That's the equivalent of two full bar glasses ... or, in other words, two shots. Then, I carefully poured a little pear-juice on top of the vodka to disguise the potent liquor. The pear-juice had to be ice cold or it lacked the protective coating I wanted. This was a perfect drink for my purposes. The double vodka was potent enough to lower any young girl's resistance, yet she was completely unaware that her system was taking in such a copious draught because the icy, bland pear-juice thoroughly hid the potent vodka taste.
"I nearly forgot my drink preparation when I had my first good glimpse of the lovely young Eva as she reappeared after making her change. Her fresh young loveliness aroused me more than any single conquest to that date.
"I almost dropped the drinks I had prepared in the kitchen when I brought them out just as Eva came into view. I've seen lots of lovely young girls, but Eva was the greatest. She had let her lovely hair down and it cascaded around her shoulders in a beautiful flow of color and motion. When I had told her to go informal, she really took me up. She was wearing an outfit I had never seen before. It was of pale blue and looked like a Russian cossack blouse. Something told me she wasn't wearing panties under it and that turned me on sky-high. I could tell she had no bra on under it, either, by the way her nipples cut through the thin material.
"I found myself choking up at sight of Eva in her revealing wear. Her legs looked great in pantyhose and pumps, but when she bared them, they looked even more exciting. The feet of a pretty girl always fascinated me. The girl may be slender, but she always has nice, wide feet. Her toes are invariably spaced to reveal the smooth skin between them. They never have that cramped look that even the most outdoorsy type of male has. Maybe it's the heavy shoes that men wear, I don't know. But nine times out of ten a girl has wider feet than her husky male partner! And Eve had the most luscious-looking legs I've ever seen in all my life to match those lovely feet. And her thighs! I almost choked as I saw that smooth creamy flesh flashing from under her Russian blouse. My tongue seemed to thicken with anticipation at the mere thought of flicking up into that heavenly valley of young softness.
"What kind of drink is this?" Eva studied the glass I offered her. I was careful that she got the glass with the double dosage of vodka. My own was mostly pear-juice with just the hint of vodka to make it seem the same as hers. The coloring of the pear juice completely disguised the potency of Eva's glass.
"It's just a very different mix that I made up," I said in all truth. I'm reasonably sure no one ever served the unbalanced combination just as I did. "Try it, Eva. It does wonders for the nerves!"
"Eva sipped gingerly at it. She liked the smooth taste of the icy blend. The vodka was so covered by the bland pear juice that she was hardly aware of any alcohol whatsoever.
"My, this is good!" She sipped more liberally. I pretended not to be watching as closely as I was. I knew she had only to drink down three-quarters of it and she would be fairly well stimulated. Past experience had proven that even expert drinkers reacted quickly to the potent vodka. That's why I stressed only the top quality. It did the trick.
"I had to fight to keep my hands off her as we sat close to one another on the divan. I concentrated on my harmless glass of diluted vodka to get my mind off more thrilling matters ... such as my darting tongue far up into that beautiful young girl's vagina.
"In remarkably short order, we had both finished our drinks. Eva was reacting just as I knew she would. Her color had risen considerably and she had drawn her legs up under her. This did wonderful things for her thighs. I could see flashes of her smooth buttocks and my instinct had been right. She was not wearing panties under the blouse! I could feel the tremendous heat generating in my loins as I savored this fact.
"How about one more before dinner?" I took her glass and got up to fill it. Eva demurred on the grounds that she never drank much. I scoffed at this argument. I told her that such a mild drink as the one she was enjoying wasn't really a drink at all. She agreed. She stated that she had been unable to even detect any alcohol taste at all.
"I swiftly prepared the drinks in the kitchen after warning her to just stay as she was. I didn't want her spying in to see just how much vodka actually went into her glass. I was too close to success now to mess things up. My heart was beating like a trip-hammer as I hurried back to her with the glasses.
"I gave her the drink and sat down near her. This time I was close when I started our drinking. I held up my glass of pear juice.
"To our continued happiness in this wonderful friendship!" She tipped her glass against mine and then sipped liberally from the potent fluid. I knew she was well under the influence by now but every added drop was just that much more security in the project ahead. We sipped at the drinks as we chatted quietly together. I stole glances at her exciting thighs and crotch whenever I could. But I played that part down. If she caught me spying too hungrily at the goodies down there, I would be in jeopardy. Certainly, it would slow the actual seduction down. Even an alcohol-laden girl gets up tight at too obvious a pass!
"In much shorter order now, the last drops went down into Eva's gullet. She was really turned up good. Her cheeks were bright red and her eyes glowed from the stimulus of the vodka she had imbibed. I noticed her breasts were jamming up nice and tight against the thin blouse as she took deep breaths between sentences. Eva was clearly not used to drinking, and the four full shots of vodka had hit her like a sledgehammer. She had lost a great deal of her initial shyness at this point and I was now ready for my kill.
"My, I feel so woozy." Eva was fighting to keep her eyes steady. I had moved closer and our thighs were now touching. I knew the heat from my body was intense and I also knew that it made its imprint on my young lover. I pulled Eva's head to my shoulder and dropped my hand on her knee at the same time. She stiffened momentarily at this sudden contact, the first between us.
"Relax for a minute." I held her firmly against me. I was drooling at the mouth, I was so aroused by her fresh young sweetness. I lifted her face and studied her features a moment. Then, slowly, with infinite deliberateness, I put my lips onto hers. Again, she realized she was headed for deep water and she tried to resist-but I was not stopping at this stage. I fastened my lips tighter against hers, and now my long, hot, wet tongue wedged between her lips and teeth. I shot it down into her throat as far as it would go. Past experience had shown me that a positive, fierce approach lowered all resistance in types like Eva. I was correct. She gasped and made a token struggle to get away, but I was affixed to her open mouth with my own and I began plunging my huge tongue in and out of her oral cavity in perfect mimicry of the sex act between male and female. But no male ever could match my punishing tongue!
"Meanwhile, my roving hand had long left her knee. I was rubbing it upward in smooth caressing strokes along the path of her silky inner thigh. I eased up closer and closer to the promised land and then I felt the first faint fuzz of her sweet crotch. She gasped as my roving fingers felt her slightly engorged organs. Eva was now fully aware of me as her lover. She was lost. She knew it and I knew it. I now used another tactic that sped things up. I released her lips from mine, and whispered into her ear. "I'm going to kiss you, angel."
"But ... but you've already done that!" Eva had trouble getting her words out, partly because of the big dosage of vodka I had gotten into her and partly because of my overpowering sexuality.
"Only on your sweet lips, sweetheart." I purposely let my hot breath fan her into further excitement. My finger was slipping in and then-back out as her sexual lubrication grew greater. I suddenly plunged my finger as far up into her hot wet cunt as it would go. "Here's where I want my mouth!"
"She didn't bother to answer. She simply slumped back so I could get at her. Her bare, smooth buttocks were resting on the divan's edge and she had her left leg raised in a most inviting fashion. I swiftly dropped to my knees and positioned myself between her legs. I stared in reverence at her lovely crotch. It was so hot, it was nearly smoking. Great beads of love juice were building all around the apex and even her silky pubic hairs were glistening from her flow of erotic expression.
"I love you, Sharon, I love you!" Eva was lost at this point. She was gasping the words out so that I had trouble understanding her speech. But even if I had failed to pick up one solitary word, her beautiful cunt told me clearly how she felt. I didn't waste time on words. I raised up her creamy thighs and placed one over each of my shoulders. Then, with my strong hands under her lovely buttocks, I slowly and lovingly raised her pelvic area up to my eager, lips so I could fasten my mouth onto her receptive cunt. I let the contact be merely a whisper. My lips barely brushed the sensitive folds of her wide-open vagina. Then, I tantalized her into near madness by darting my tongue-tip out and flicking the quivering flesh around her big hole.
"Fuck me! Do you hear? Fuck me!" Eva, my precious little bit of primness, was reacting like a hardened whore as I taunted her with my elusive tongue-action. She clamped her thighs tightly around my head to pull me further up inside her blazing tunnel of love. I was surprised at the great strength in her loins. For a slim, young wisp of a girl, she displayed constricting powers that would have done an anaconda justice. I let my mind dwell on the erotic scene of a great snake engulfing me in its constricting folds. Then, I got down to more realistic things. I basked in the tastes and smells of her most vital parts. She was simply pouring sexual lubrication forth as my tongue began shooting into her body in great, driving thrusts.
"My God, Sharon! You're killing me ... killing me!" Eva alternated screams, sobs, and whimpers with wild cries of lust. But these merely heightened my desire.
"I knew I was ready for my fun-part at this point. But I wanted to build little Eva up just a bit more. That's when I turned to my teeth. I probed until I found her clitoris and then I got the exciting little button between my pearly molars. I didn't bite too hard-just hard enough. I performed a sort of quivering, vibrating bit of nibbling on her vital zone that almost drove her mad. She reached her hands down to my hair and tangled her fingers deep into my strands. As she gasped and sobbed her passion, she pulled harder and harder, as though wanting to draw me all the way up into her steaming crotch.
"Don't ever stop! Never! Never!" As if from miles away I could hear Eva's desperate pleas. I was just about to ease up on her vaginal area because I had my own thing to fulfill, but I decided to play her a little longer before I got down to brass tacks. I now darted my tongue around her clit in swift, exciting circles. I meanwhile took advantage of her renewed sexual outpourings to suck up as much moisture as I could between the tonguings. I kept up this exciting treatment on her until I felt her crotch wedging even harder to encompass my seeking orality. She squirmed and groaned, and I felt her body stiffening for an enormous orgasm. That was my cue to withdraw. I pulled free of her mighty thighs despite her best attempts to keep my face up her vagina. As if in a haze, she blinked her eyes open to wonder why I was retreating. I put her straight in a hurry.
"You've had your fun, honey, now it's my turn ... "
"You ... you want me to kiss your ... your thing?" Eva was speaking as if in a dream. But she was up to her fullest heights and she would have eaten any part of me that I wanted, I knew.
"No, sweet, no ... " I patted her tenderly on her little round belly. "You just lay still and let me handle matters. Only one thing is necessary ... " I began tugging her blouse up and over her head. "I want my lunch right out in the open with no encumbrances."
"I almost passed out when I saw her completely naked. Her lovely young tits were up hard and full and the nipples were engorged with passion. I've never seen a more exciting body in my whole life. Her waist was almost too slender-but not quite. And her hips! They curved out in that' sweet roundness that denotes womanhood in its highest state. And I knew what a wonderfully fragrant and sweet anal hole awaited my eager lips.
"Would you do me one favor before you-well, start?" Eva was really up high. Her mouth was open and she was breathing in great gasps. I nodded. I was ready for any and all offers from her. "Would you take off your kimono so I can enjoy your body, too?"
"I was happy to oblige. I uncinched the tight sash that held the thin silken robe to my waist. Then, I postured and posed for her. I knew my own tits were up high and hard. I could feel the erect nipples biting the air. And then I lifted my arms up so my shoulders were revealed in their full strength. At this stage I was playing the male role and I knew that would stir my little lover tremendously. I felt her eyes roving over my broad shoulders, my deep chest and smooth hips. I knew her gaze was riveted to my huge forest of pubic hair and I regretted I had no great penis to jam into her mouth and other apertures. But I never cared for the dildoe bit. I had all the dildoe I needed in my massive and dynamic tongue. Slowly, I let my huge tongue slip out and I circled my nose with the end of it. Then I ran it under my chin to let little Eva know just what lay ahead for her.
"My God," she gasped at the sight of my tremendous tongue. "You mean you put all of that up into me?"
"You know it, doll," I smiled, "And you haven't even felt the full influence of it yet ..."
"I dropped to my knees and moved to take her. Quickly, she lay back with her thighs spread. Eva had forgotten all about her husband. All she wanted was my demanding oral powers. I knew even at this stage that I had replaced her mate forever in her heart. I had taken the love of too many other young married women not to recognize the all-out symptoms of sheer lust.
"But I didn't avail myself of the heady delights offered me by Eva's receptive crotch. At least, not immediately. I concentrated on my partner's toes first. I sampled the exciting sweetness of her pretty feet and painted nails. With infinite tenderness I sucked each toe up into my ravenous mouth and ran my mighty tongue around the luscious skin, After' savoring the goodness of each toe in turn, I moved upward to lick, suck, and nibble at the ankles-then the smooth calves-the knees, and then on upward to the soft, creamy whiteness of the thighs. I concentrated on the inner side of the firm young limbs and aroused Eva to flaming heights with sharper and more possessive bites. I knew precisely how hard to bite to gain fullest response without penetrating the sensitive skin of my panting young victim.
"I worked all over her lower area without actually entering her crotch openings. I had lots of ground to cover before I got back to that. I ran my tongue up into her navel and then to her tits where I nibbled at the nipples until they were like rock. I slipped on upward to her earlobes. I knew how sensitive they could be. Eva gasped and nearly went out of her mind at this action.
"Next, I began my tongue trip back down after turning Eva over on her face. I wanted to enjoy the creamy richness of her smooth back and luscious young buttocks. I licked, sucked, chewed, nibbled, tasted, and gnashed at her cheeks until she was nearly screaming from sheer lust. My key target at this stage was her anal opening. I found saliva streaming down my chin as I imagined the wonderful tastes I would encounter in that beloved valley.
"Like in so many young girls, her asshole was as tight as a coiled spring. But I knew how surprisingly flexible it would become under my lashing tongue. I eased the tip of my tongue into the fragrant cavern entry. I let it soak there for a few seconds. Then, I began wiggling it. Slowly, the musky hole opened a little and instantly I shot a goodly length of my mighty tongue up into the anal tract. I could feel Eva's rectal muscles contract under the powerful thrust of my weapon. I held her silky buttocks tightly with both hands so she could not escape. Not that she wanted to, but I knew the power of my grip would arouse her even more. With relentless force I began wedging more and more of my huge tongue up into the heavenly anal portions of my willing victim. I could smell the exciting aroma of her rectum as my probing tongue worked in great driving thrusts to take all of her charms. Deeper and deeper I went. Finally, I had all of my five-inch length up inside her buttocks. Then, I began flicking the tip of my tongue in a snakelike style to arouse the quivering Eva all the way.
"Most women who eat out the anal area make the mistake of thinking that the best way to penetrate it is to have the partner on her hands and knees and to get at her opening from the back. It's all right that way, but the experts like me know that even deeper penetrations are possible when the girl lies on her back and spreads her thighs wide just as if she were waiting to have a penis or tongue shoved up into her vagina. I had my precious little Eva in just this position and with my enormous tongue I was pounding it up so far into her rectum that she must have felt like it was going to come out of her navel.
"And my anal play sent Eva into the highest levels of erotic excitement. She continued to scream and groan in animal lust as my powerful, long tongue circled and plunged in and out of her anus. Then, when I knew I had built my young sex partner to the key point. I swiftly changed tactics. I pulled my tongue out of the by-now gaping anal entry to switch poses so that my own vaginal tract was over the head of the supine young girl. Then, to make certain that Eva lost none of her passion, I resumed my vaginal tongue and lip action.
"As I felt Eva's fiery pussy creaming, I eased my big, hairy crotch directly onto her lovely, young face. And this is the beautiful part. I let my dripping snatch dangle just a fraction of a tongue from Eva's mouth. And you should have seen how she lunged upward to catch it! Her little tongue was like the stinger of a giant wasp. She kept darting it into all parts of my hot hole and I began reaching a familiar state: multiple orgasm. I creamed so much I could feel all the blazing love-juices slithering from my genitals to my rectum opening. She got even more steamed up when she sensed how I was reacting. It was heavenly. My huge tongue shooting in and out of her gaping hole in perfect time to her own little weapon of delight. She began to mimic my actions. It's odd, but eventually, every one of the young girls I had tried to emulate me. They caught on swiftly, I'll have to admit. But my prim little Eva was the greatest. She nearly devoured me as she found my clitoris and began nibbling on it with her teeth just as I was doing to hers.
"After several complete orgasms we slumped together in peaceful exhaustion. We rested for nearly an hour, locked in each other's arms. Only then, did we get up to have the fine dinner that I had prepared earlier. There was only one slight difference to this little repast over any similar affair. Neither of us bothered to dress. We went through the entire feast in complete nudity.
"As a matter of fact, Eva didn't put on a single item of garb until the next day when we decided to go out for a bit of fresh air. We slept together in my queen-sized bed and I brought her to at least a dozen more climaxes before dawn. By the time she left me to go back home the following Monday, she was deeply infatuated with me. Her secret self was no longer a secret to me. I knew with infinite confidence she was mine. She was a lesbian now, too. It always gave me great pleasure to know I had initiated a young beginner into the only true love act possible for a woman: that between woman-and-woman ... "
Sharon L.'s recital of her successes in the field of lesbian love exemplifies what Freud termed "the artist's predisposition to neurosis and perversion." Sharon gave the psychiatrist a point-blank view of her own self-delusion as she explained her drives. What she was actually attempting to do in her affairs was to make love to her own reflection or image.
Homosexuals such as Sharon usually have psychopathic personalities without realizing it. In many cases such as hers, the subject seeks ceaselessly the psychological and emotional security which she believes she may find through "sexual aid" to others of her own sex. Because of her own confusions in personality, she rarely finds this situation with any one partner and thus the search must continue constantly to appease the insatiable demands of her body.