Chapter Four: The Biter
"There's something awfully exciting about looking down at a woman lying on a divan waiting for your next move. She's wondering just what you're about to come up with, what kind of big thrill you're going to give her ...
"I told Zelda that she was the first gal I'd ever tried to make since getting married and how I found her absolutely irresistible. She said she believed me, but she had this funny look on her face that belied the statement. I felt flattered to think she thought I was such a great cocksman.
"I stood there next to the divan, looking down at Zelda, playing out the thrilling little buildup and letting our eyes establish all the intimate touches necessary for the good piece of ass. I let my gaze rove all over that lithe, curved form of hers. She had her skirt hiked up just high enough to show me her creamy thighs and the hint of the lush, rounded ass hidden beneath the fabric. Her eyes had a slightly mocking look as she watched me drinking in her charms.
"I look as good as your wife?" she asked softly.
"You make me think I'm married to a boy," I said huskily. That wasn't really true. My wife Joan, is all woman. Actually, Joan has a better build even now than Zelda. And Zelda is a good five years younger! But Joan was steady stuff to me and Zelda was new gash. Every guy likes a change of pasture now and then, I guess.
"Prove it, honey," Zelda said. "Take off my things and show me you're not just talking."
"I had her stuff off so fast she must've thought I was an ex-fireman. And what she had to offer when she was down to the nude was something else. I stared at her body like I had never seen a naked gal before. I mentally compared her to Joan. Joan has nice, heavy tits. Zelda's tits were not quite as full, but I had to admit to myself that size alone isn't the answer. And Zelda's smaller tits had a strange difference. She had the biggest nipples I'd ever seen. They were nearly an inch long and the brown circles were nearly cup-size. They really made her boobs pop, if you know what I mean.
"I was admiring the naked gal when she suddenly sat up and pulled me to her. She pressed her face against my stomach and began caressing my buttocks with her hands. Then, she began to unzip my fly and tug at my pants. I got the message and began undressing to meet her wishes. In a few seconds I was down to complete nakedness and stood before her as I felt her eyes appraising my manhood.
"I was up hard and I was glad I had a good five-and-a-half inches of hot rod to give her. She seemed pleased and motioned for me to join her on the divan. I didn't delay. We went into an embrace, squirming against one another. My mouth sought hers and she was ready for the big kiss. She almost yanked my tongue loose as I started flicking it into her mouth. It caused my cock to get up so hard against her undulating thighs and groin I was afraid it was going to explode.
"I started sucking her tongue hungrily into my own oral cavity and that turned her on. She began moaning and sobbing as she slid her smooth hands down along my naked side and began seeking my cock. She knew right where it was and her fingertips found the length of my hard shaft with no difficulty.
"Zelda was no beginner with the hand-job routine. She had soft, smooth fingers and she applied just the right pressure as she pumped my cock with long, lingering strokes. She treated my dong like it was the most valuable treasure in the world. I eased my hand to her silky soft buttocks and with the other hand I found her big brown nipple to caress. Our tongues were swapping places and I could feel the hot saliva running down my chin as we sucked and swallowed each other's moisture.
"But her hand never let up on my cock. She wrapped it around the thick shaft and base area of the old rod. Then I felt her other hand encasing the balls, and the two alternated between palming the royal-crown head of my tool and stroking.
"I lowered my hand from her great nipple and slowly eased it down between her thighs to discover the heat of her love pit. She moaned and sighed and pumped at me with greater passion as she hungrily sucked away at my tongue.
"Now!" She abruptly pulled her mouth from mine as she sat on the edge of the divan, thighs spread like great bird wings, pulling my long, thick shaft toward her hairy nest of love. That blazing hot inferno of passion rose high to meet my charge. As her soft fingers eased from my thick rod she gave a deft tug to direct it into the entry area of her steaming crotch.
"Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck!" She lay back, her lovely legs locked around my buttocks and I began to grind my loins at hers like a jungle beast at its mate. I could hear the juicy slurpings of our sexual organs merging into the fierce rhythm of love. Again, her eager lips sought mine and we began tongue-fucking each other to match the lush action below. I could feel her convulsive spasms building higher and higher as she readied to take my come. I tried to hold back, but she was too insistent. She sucked at my tongue and nearly pulled it loose from its base as she inexorably tightened her thighs around my hips. I was amazed at the enormous strength in her slender limbs.
"I'm going to have to come!" I yanked my lips from her savagely sucking mouth. I was gasping as I panted my warning.
"Don't talk!" She panted, pulling me back to her fiery oral cavity. Just before her lips closed savagely over mine, she gasped her encouragement. "Come like you never came before! And keep coming ... coming ... "
"I did as she instructed. I had no choice. I stiffened like a man in his death throes and then I shot my load of love full into her receptive maw. I humped in tremendous fury at her loins, and I must have plunged my full length in and out a dozen or more times as the seething orgasm nearly ripped out my intestines.
"As our pleasure slowly ebbed away, we relaxed. But it wasn't long before her roving hands were again between my legs and she was caressing my tender testicles and shaft, whispering how wonderful it had been to her body and how she had never met anyone who had satisfied her so. I found myself responding to her flattery and silky caresses. Her actions began to rebuild my generative forces and my penis began slowly to erect. At this key interlude, our method of lovemaking took a sharp turn. Zelda sat up on the divan, in a doubled-over position, and lowered her head to my crotch. I stared down in anticipation at her move. She smiled. But her smile was unlike any I recalled.
"Zelda had these lovely, white teeth. I've always been proud of my own molars. I had a dread of ever losing them, and even as a kid I brushed after every meal. But as strong and white as my teeth were, they were no more striking than Zelda's. She beamed up at me as her face nestled down in the valley of my lust.
"Ever been gnawed at by a she-leopard?" She pulled back her lovely lips to expose more of her gleaming fangs. She looked exactly like a hungry jungle cat as she readied herself for the kill. Her powerful teeth caught the sensitive tip of my cock and she began savagely nibbling and gnawing at the entire head. Then, using her great fangs and sucking powers, she slowly began pulling the entire shaft into her blazing mouth. I could feel the crown of my manhood against her powerful teeth as she ran my full length in and nearly out with exactly the perfect pressure to permit full stroke action. I never felt anything like it in all my life and I had my cock sucked lots of times before.
"Now, lord of the jungle," I could hear her voice as she released my cock from her strong teeth, "show me the power of your own fangs!"
"She threw her right leg over my head and I eagerly seized at her smooth hips to punish her womanhood with my powerful molars. I quickly began nibbling and chewing at the hot wet lips of her vagina with my teeth. I did, indeed, feel like some great lion plunging its fangs into its helpless victim!
"But she was after my sexuality with her teeth once more and I found it difficult to keep up with her driving jaws. She had practiced biting and chewing for a long time, I sensed. She never overdid her savage routine. Those lustful teeth penetrated my tender skin to just the right depth. A fraction of a force too much and she would have drawn blood. But there was no danger of that with Zelda. She had indulged in this gratifyingly savage action too many times to slip.
"It had to be the greatest. I never realized how sexy and exciting teeth could be. The smooth strength of glistening molars is the greatest thrill any man could ever feel on his cock. I almost passed out as she built me up to the final release. I reacted violently to her demanding molars by wielding my fangs upon her sensitive hole. I bit and chewed at her vulva, her clit, and her vagina folds until she was shaking as hard as I was. When we finally exploded our love forces, the entire divan nearly collapsed from the tremendous vibrations of our raging, naked forms. Long after our passion juices were depleted, we continued nibbling and gnawing at each other in anticipation of our next surge of revitalization.
"I was a changed man after that night. Zelda had hooked me but good. From then on, I was to be a biter ... "
Karl J. had the mistaken impression that he was unusual in his fetish of using his strong, gleaming teeth upon his sex partners. True, he had progressed beyond the stage of most oralists, but he was still not alone in the usage of primitive expression.
The Hindus, who promoted sexuality into a spiritual and scientific function, recognized the great delights of oral love. A considerable portion of Ananga Ranga is dedicated to the Hindu obsession with this love skill. The Hindu poet, Vatsyayana, in his internationally renowned translation of the Hindu Ritual of Love, praises the techniques of soixante-neufas a vital source of sexual satisfaction for both male and female lovers. In his work, he outlines a goodly portion of oral styles and devotes ample space to the clever use of teeth. He tells precisely how hard the biter must employ his (or her) jaws. Needless to say, undue pressure could not only be painful but cause physical harm.
Karl J. was right in his assumption that orality is one of mankind's great drives. And the fact that some human beings refuse to recognize its virtues still does not prohibit them from mentally considering the thrills and delights of the practice. And Karl's preference for expressing much of his passion through the application of his glistening molars was all part of it.
Sigmund Freud in his work Three Contributions to the Theory of Sex pointed this up in concise style:
... The study, with the help of psychoanalysis, of the inhibitions and disturbances in the course of sexual development now permits us to recognize additions and primary stages of such organizations of the partial impulses which likewise furnish a sort of sexual regime. These phases of the sexual organization normally pass smoothly, and can only be recognizable by mere suggestions. Only in pathological cases do they become active and discernible to gross observation.
One of the first of such pregenital sexual organizations is the oral, or if one will, the cannibalistic. Here, the sexual activity is not yet separated from the taking of nourishment, and the contrasts within it are not yet differentiated. The object of the one activity is also that of the other; the sexual aim then consists in the incorporation of the object into one's own body, the prototype of identification, which later plays such an important psychic role. As a remnant of this fictitious phase of organization forced on us by pathology, we can consider thumb-sucking. Here the sexual activity, and the strange object, was given up in favor of one from his own body.
Dr. John Somers, too, touched upon this in his book Sick Sex:
... The Eron Kalox portrays soixante-neuf among the early Greeks, long before the glowing Hellenic Period of Greek culture. In Roman Amor, we find special emphasis given to soixante-neuf activities among the early Etruscans and Romans, long before the Roman Empire flourished in all its glory. Like obscene sketches drawn on walls of classrooms by bawdy students, the sides and walls of caves of early man are covered with crude drawings of fellatio and cunnilingus, rivaling the likenesses of the great beasts of the period ...
Karl J., it developed, had no qualms about playing around outside his marriage. He had enjoyed sex with many girls before he met and married the one who catered the best to his particular oral fetish. But he had not stopped seeing, and enjoying, other ladies after taking the vows.
His wife, he said, "knows. We don't go into a big thing about it. But I warned her before we got married that I wasn't the kind of guy who could settle back with just one woman and put all the extra fun out of his mind. I let her know I'd be a good husband, but if some lovely young chick came along who liked being bitten, I wasn't about to pass it up. So, we have this unwritten truce. I keep my wife happy in bed, and as long as I do that, I'm free to carry on elsewhere. All she asks is that I don't do it to her friends. She wouldn't want to be humiliated that way. With strangers, it's okay. That's the way it's been ... and that's the way it's going to be."
Karl now picked up the account of his "wonderful sexual existence" with his wife. He explained they were holding back on having children at this stage in their marriage only because of Earl's career. He was a successful insurance broker and one of the biggest reasons for his happy financial condition was the fact that they could party and host prospects constantly. A family would have posed certain problems in this matter.
"I love my wife. She loves me. We'll raise a family. Later. Not now. This is the time for us to enjoy ourselves-socially and in a career way. Kids would be in the way. Hell, the way my wife and I tear the place up at night when we're fucking would keep the kids awake. We hump and bump all over the house! And the racket! My wife screams and shouts when I'm eating her out. All that fun would have to stop. No ... we can't be expected to stop everything and start the old diaper routine. It just wouldn't work in our case. At least, not right now.
"My wife, Alberta, has to be the greatest lay in the world. Now, lots of guys claim that about their wives. But most of them just say so to cover up. Me, I'm not built that way. I'm outgoing. That's why I'm such a hell of a success at selling insurance. People like me in general. No false modesty. The past has proven this too often to be questioned. I've had customers tell me they signed policies with me even when they've had relatives and friends who were offering the same deal I offered. They invariably all mention the wonderful feeling they get when I come in to talk to them. They flip for my great, big, wide, friendly smile. And they're fascinated by my glistening, gleaming, strong white teeth.
"I didn't make out with Alberta before marriage. Not that I didn't try. But things didn't pan out. For one thing, the time span was short. I met her at a cocktail party and we had what you'd call a whirlwind courtship. Six weeks after our first meeting, we were married.
"I also had to step up my career knowing I was going to take Alberta for my own. So, I really turned on the heat career wise. I was hustling clients night and day to build up a backlog. Now, that ought to prove something, too. I never wanted to just get Alberta in the sack. I wanted her for my wife. That first. Bedroom tennis second.
"I mean, she had fine family background and educational career. She had graduated from Illinois University with honors. I earned my diploma in Business Administration at Miami University in Ohio.
"I got through mostly because I was such a hell of a likable guy. I flashed my big smile a lot at the instructors and they let me slide through where they would've flunked some less sunny student. Now that I think of it, I wish I had paid more attention to some of my classes and less time to being Mr. Nice!
"Alberta was a girl who was used to good things, and she wasn't about to forget them after becoming my wife. I feel the man should take the wife as partner in more than sex. She should be a part of the business, too. Alberta was a great hostess. Our parties were the best in town. And they're getting better all the time. That means money in the bank for both of us. New clients, new accounts, new investments. Hell, the way I'm going, I'll be ready to retire at forty! By then, we'll have those kids we want. We'll live a great life, just relaxing and raising them. I have a feeling the world'll be a better place, too. All this revolutionary crap on the campuses will be over. It'll be clear sailing once more.
"One thing, though: the guy has to remember that a wife has feelings and rights, too. She just might not want to suck on a big hard cock at some particular moment. And she also might not feel up to having her husband sink his powerful teeth onto her quivering snatch. Not that most women really ever get enough of the old 'fang-and-claw' bit! But there are a few rare moments when she isn't entirely ready to undergo all that oral surgery. Every gal has her off-moments. It might be something as simple as a headache or maybe a little touch of the flu. And it just might be that she isn't really 'headachy' or suffering from anything tangible in the sick line. Regardless, the guy has to go along with her stall and pretend he's taking it all in.
"But, anyhow, on our wedding night, I could hardly wait for the ceremony and all its facets to be over. I knew that Alberta's creamy loins were itching for me to get in there and take care of the desires that were building up. It seemed like the damn reception was never going to end, but at last we got away from the guests and their corny gags about our wedding cot. They were kidding, but they'll never know how close they came to the truth. I swear that at least half-a-dozen of my pals came up to remind me of the old gag about the passionate Frenchman who ate half the mattress before he discovered his bride was still in the bathroom. Well, I knew I wasn't going to eat mattress. I was going to eat lovely young gash. Lovely pussy as offered by my eager young bride, Alberta!
"I played the part of hubby and wife to the hilt. I even carried her over the threshold! That wasn't so easy to do inasmuch as the motel manager was right there and I know he thought it was pretty corny. But at least he knew we were actually married. I'll wager that ninety percent of the other couples there couldn't say the same thing. At least, not with straight faces!
"Once we were by ourselves, I got right down to the matter at hand. I pulled her to me and started kissing her. I did it very gently at first. Then, as I felt her soft tits pressing up against my chest and her belly wiggling against mine, I began to go into more direct action. I started shooting my tongue into her mouth and sucking back her tongue so I could gently chew on it with my powerful molars. She quivered under my biting action, not so much from the force of it as the idea. I knew just how hard to bite in order to arouse her and still not hurt. Then, I began gnawing and nibbling at her throat. I tugged her dress down and there were her lovely tits. She had thoughtfully avoided a bra and I caught the lovely nipples between my lips so I could work my teeth onto them, I had chewed on many tits before and I knew perfectly well just what action got the most out of them. I nibbled, chewed, and gnawed on the nipples until they were up as hard as rocks. Then I strayed from those delicacies to continue the biting action all over the entire globe. I covered every inch of tit and then took in her underarms, her biceps, her back. I bit at all the quivering, creamy flesh I could find.
"Okay, sweet," I was panting from my own lust, "off with the works. I want you naked. Stark, staring naked. Then, I'll eat every inch of your beautiful body!"
"I hope you won't hate me, Karl." She was almost crying, even as she was shaking from her passion. "I can't understand what went wrong ... "
"Wrong?" I was jolted by her change of attitude.
"Yes." She shook her head in misery. "My period isn't supposed to be till next week-but with all the excitement of the wedding and all-well-I've got the curse!"
"You silly kid!" I had to laugh. "You scared me for a minute. I thought something serious was happening to you!"
"Then you don't mind waiting for a few nights?" She was relieved.
"Waiting?" I chucked her under one of her luscious tits. "Who said anything about waiting? Waiting is for the birds and the bees."
"But you can't-" She floundered. "You know-it's so messy and-and-"
"Bloody?" I asked.
"Yes," she nodded. "No woman can be attractive to her husband under such conditions!"
"I assured her that she was wrong. I told her that only ancient prudery blocked sex during the menstrual cycle. I, myself, loved a woman's body the most when she was undergoing her period. Alberta found this hard to believe, but I quickly proved to her that I wasn't speaking idly. I helped her to take off every single item of clothing even as she made mild protest.
"I played it big. As I removed her things, I kissed and nibbled at her luscious body to help her overcome her mild embarrassment. Alberta, like so many properly brought up young women of today, still had certain qualms over sex. They ail talk about the new freedom and complete release, but they still react differently when it comes down to the nitty-gritty. I'm not saying this is true of the swingers. I'm speaking now of the Albertas in our lives. Once I had her nude, I quickly got out of my clothing, and she had her first good look at my cock. She'd felt it, of course, when we kissed and petted. But she still hadn't seen it in all its pristine glory when it was nice and hard.
"It's so-so big!" she gasped. I felt great. I knew it wasn't really anything to talk about, but every guy likes to have the girl gasp and admire his cock when it's up for action. I didn't waste too much time letting her admire me. I took her arm and steered her to the bed. She permitted me to stretch her out on her back and then I got down next to her. I felt her soft, creamy thigh next to my harder, hairier limb and the contrast was great. I reached over and took her hand and guided it to my cock which was up like a telephone pole. She was a little timid at first, but my raw sexuality was getting to her. She began running the tip of her finger around the tip of my big rod and then letting her touch wander down along the shaft toward my balls which were swelling from my own passion.
"It feels so hard!" My darling Alberta was talking just like a junior high-school gal on her first petting party. I liked it. The idea that my sophisticated wife was still a virgin steamed me.
"Later, Alberta admitted to me that all her shyness was part of her own act. She wasn't the shy, retiring little gal I thought. Afterward-much after-she let me in on a little secret. It was after one of our big sex parties when we were eating each other's sexual parts out that she admitted she had her own action as early as the ninth grade! She'd taken on the most popular guy in junior high and they had humped each other all through the school year!
"I was a little surprised. But I didn't get uptight about it. What the hell-a gal's got to have her fun, too. We preach a lot about double standards, but when our wives admit to practicing it, we guys blow our cool. I'm too broad-minded for such ridiculous contradictory stuff.
"So, anyway, Alberta began flicking her thumb around the head of my huge penis, causing me to quiver like a stricken beast.
"She was turning on but good by now. Her breathing was a lot heavier, and I could hear the whistling sound as the force of oxygen being expelled from her lungs picked up in tempo. I let my hands cup each one of her breasts and the way the nipples were erecting was unbelievable. I was amazed that a normal pair of tits could produce such huge, hard nipples. Just shows what effect a little loving produces in even the most contained woman.
"Alberta wiggled and squirmed into my arms, slipping her free arm around my neck and shoulders. We sought out each other's lips and began hungrily kissing. I was again the aggressor. I began to explore her hot open mouth with my tongue. I sucked in on hers to pull it into my mouth so I could work my teeth on it.
"She froze as I clamped my fangs down directly over her hot wet tongue. But I wasn't savage. I applied just the right amount of pressure so she could slowly pull her long appendage back to safety. That's another thing about my use of teeth. Women love the idea of being in danger. Savage, passionate threats to their bodies. And when they feel my powerful, white teeth gnawing at their tits and tongues and other parts, they go out of their gourds. Any guy who doesn't capitalize on this reaction from the gal he's fucking is missing out on an awful lot. Me, I know!
"As I bit and gnawed on Alberta's tongue, lips, and mouth area, I slipped one hand down to her thighs. I found the red-hot lips of her snatch. She reacted like crazy to this move. She sucked in on my tongue and hungrily absorbed my saliva. I exchanged tongues with her in swift style. I varied my pattern with increasingly more powerful bites. Each time my mighty molars came down on her tongue, she nearly fell apart from her own vibrations. She was gasping and panting wildly.
"Her cunt was blazing hot and moist like some violently red velvet jewel box. But I felt something else. The string from her tampon. I had experience with these, too! I worked my fingers up and got a good grip and began slowly pulling the obstacle out. It was full of her rich, red blood. I didn't have to look down to know. It was loaded! Now, that sort of thing turns most guys off fast. But it worked just the opposite with me.
"You know, when I'd meet girls who were likely date-bait, I'd try to get any indication at all when they might be having their periods. And if I could find out, I'd ask them out for a date when they were menstruating! Not all the time, of course, but with some girls I'd do that-whenever I was hungry for the taste of pussy-blood. Yes, I deliberately sought out girls who were having their periods.
"Now, I realize most guys are repelled by that kind of thing-the menstrual flow, pussy-blood, whatever you want to call it. But for me, it can't be beat. A blood-red vagina is like a steak cooked medium-rare, with lots of its own juice pouring out of it. Yum! If I see a girl is wearing a tampon or anything like that I find it hard to hold back. Let me at it! I really relish a slit that's lined with red.
"But just because I go for a little blood doesn't make me some kind of oddball. I'm sure I'm not the only guy who enjoys that particular aspect of the female; if I am, then a hell of a lot of guys sure don't know what they're missing. If they could have seen Alberta's red pussy, they would know what I mean.
"As I pulled the hot, moist tampon out of Alberta's blazing snatch, she picked up the tempo. She dragged more of my plunging tongue-into her mouth and she even ventured a few timid bites on it with her teeth in mimicry of my more powerful biting force.
"I knew I had to taste her gorgeous pussy at this stage. I pulled my lips away from her mouth and began a systematic course to get my face down to her valley. I kissed, nibbled, and bit at her smooth throat and the flowing lines that led to her shoulders. Then, I began easing toward the rich curves of her tits and focusing my nibbling and biting toward the rosy-red nipple area. She was panting in great, sobbing cries as I neared the sensitive part of each creamy mound. It was then that she started her outbursts.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" These were unusual words for my tender young bride. Fuck, suck, screw ... screw me! Screw me, do you hear?"
"I could hear. I was a little afraid the people in the next block would hear her, too. But I was too fired up to give a damn. I drew my biting mouth from her rock-hard nipples to growl; I'll fuck you, baby ... I'll fuck you good. But first, I'm going to chew you to bite-size tenderness!"
"I started gnawing down from her tits toward her navel. I didn't rush it. I bit and chewed a straight course which took my face to her navel. I paused here to concentrate my teeth on that interesting hole. I could feel her orgasmic twitchings on every bite I took.
"Now, I was nearing that great hot cavern down between those creamy thighs. The thought of the contrast between the milky whiteness of her skin and the rich, blood-red vagina opening caused me to build up another ten degrees of raw heat. I could have fired a boiler with the temperature I was generating by this time.
"I continued my sharp biting action all the way down toward home plate. Ever so often I would shoot my tongue out between my penetrating teeth to let her know there was more to me than just molar exercise. Now she really turned on when I began catching her long, silky pubic hair between my fangs to gently tug at it.
"Oh, God, God, God!" She was nearly out of her mind from my teasing, exciting oral manipulating. I purposely dawdled and didn't sink my fangs into that lovely hot valley between her legs. I knew that the more I built her up, the more I would be rewarded. She tried to force my face lower to take her, and we had a strangely erotic tug-of-war as I resisted.
"Then, I moved down lower. She vibrated as my eager lips and tongue searched down between her silky thighs to nuzzle at the tender lips of her blazing cunt. I knew what to do here. My great, white teeth came into full play all over. I began gently nibbling and chewing at the luscious folds of her pussy entry. The lips of the thrilling open door to her body were swollen and distended from her sexual excitement.
"She slipped her lovely thighs around my head and shoulder blades to encircle me like some giant python taking its prey. I could feel her powerful muscles constricting and my face was drawn further up into her red-hot cavity. But I was not discouraged. My teeth began lashing out harder. My mighty jaws worked in beautiful harmony, alternating between my darting tongue and my nuzzling lips. The combination of sexual pleasure was too much for my aroused Alberta. Her loins creamed forth in response and I knew she was ready for the ultimate release.
"I eased my oral action to let her gain some semblance of control. But that was the last thing she wanted. She tightened her great thighs even harder around my head and, as from a great distance, I could hear her pleading: "Eat me! Eat me! EAT ME!"
"I followed her commands like a good little boy. I began chewing away at her sensitive vulva, and she almost strangled me with her limbs as she reacted to this exciting move. She moaned and groaned as my sharp teeth worked the agonized flesh of her womanhood. Nor did I stop there. I wanted her clitoris next. I steadily chewed my way toward that small button. When I caught it between my fangs, I almost destroyed my burning young bride. She gasped and cried out like a wounded animal in the wilds. I ignored her outbursts as I gently but firmly nibbled at the magic button. I could feel it rising harder under my molars. Again I could, smell the heady aura of Alberta's womanhood as my thrilling teeth performed their mission.
"At this point, I completely nonplussed Alberta. I suddenly pulled clear of her constricting thighs. I caught her by surprise. She blinked open her eyes to stare at me.
"What's wrong?"
"Please don't think me some sort of a pervert, sweet," I begged her, "but I've got a crazy urge ... "
"Like what?" She was a little uneasy.
"I'd like to shove my cock into your hot, little cunt! Could you ever forgive such a bizarre notion?"
"My subtle humor was completely wasted at this stage of our romance. Alberta was definitely let down at my cessation of orality. But she was willing to play along with my outlandish idea of 'normal' sex. She instantly spread her creamy thighs wide for my cock, and I only paused long enough to admire the glistening beads of my saliva and her love-juices as they framed her hot-box.
"I slowly lowered myself onto her gaping hole until the huge head of my cock was oozing down and in to be embraced by her creamy folds. I let my big cock rest there a few moments, and then I thrust forward so that another inch or so slithered in. She wrapped her legs tightly around my ass to draw me down all the way. Alberta was too aroused for my subtle play. But I knew that the longer I could delay my own climax, the happier she would be in the final analysis. I resisted her attempts to engulf my cock. I reluctantly wedged another inch into her cunt and her eager muscles clamped like a vise around my hard rod to hold me captive. I wriggled just a little bit to further titillate her vaginal area. Now, I eased another inch in-and then another. Soon, my entire six-inch hunk of raw manhood was out of sight in the valley of lust.
"Kiss me!" Alberta gasped. Her lips were wide open as she gasped for air. I gently let my upper body down onto her frame so that I could feel the hard points of her beautiful tits. The nipples dug into my bare chest like two blazing arrows. But no arrows ever had the wonderful cushioning action that hers did. I rolled a little as she clamped her arms around my back to hold me tightly down on those wonderful pillows with the thrilling tips.
"I began fastening my lips over hers as I darted my tongue in and out of the tunnel we established by our contact. My teeth again set out to perform their heady duties. I chewed savagely at Alberta's full mouth and she writhed and groaned under the tender punishment my molars dealt out.
"Her cunt managed to keep my huge cock solidly imprisoned within its walls as we French-kissed. I exchanged tongues with her and I could feel our saliva merging from the flow we generated. I nibbled at her tongue and she began mimicking my action. She wasn't the 'fanger' I was, and she didn't dare bite down with the proper force. But I knew she would eventually master the art, and I concentrated on my own bite-work to keep things humming.
"We began humping against one another like two mad dogs in heat. I began building up dangerously close to my orgasm and I abruptly stopped my own driving thrusts to avoid the fiery release that was so near.
"Don't stop now!" Alberta cried out in sheer agony.
"I recaptured her mouth with my lips and answered her in the way I knew best. Cautiously, I again resumed my penis-plunging. The brief moment of relaxation had been just enough to keep me from coming. I mentally thanked God that I'd had so much previous experience with fucking so I could prolong this thrilling stage.
"I began adding artistic touches as I felt things coming under better control. I let my body roll around on top of Alberta even as I humped up and down. I never ceased my savage biting and tonguing of her oral parts, either. That was the frosting on the wedding cake, believe me! Our hot loins were pressed so tightly together, the contact created sucking and slurping sounds from the love liquids that oozed between us. I could feel Alberta's tits growing harder and harder under my naked chest as I wedged my big cock further up into her smoking-hot pussy. Her groin was red from her menstrual flow and her own inordinate passion. It caressed against mine, sending sharp spears of pleasure through my entire body that told me the final release was not far off.
"We continued to stimulate each other in this highly sexual lock by increasing our groin rubbing and deep long oral contacts until we were both panting like primitive creatures who had never experienced civilization. I know that some of this highly unusual stimulus came from the exciting flow of Alberta's blood. And Alberta was learning swiftly from the old master.
"Suddenly, she broke free of my demanding mouth, teeth, and tongue, urging me up as she worked her hands down to my cock to help pull it from her gaping snatch. She wanted something special and I had a hunch what it was. I leisurely turned on my back so she could get at it. I glanced down to see how things were, and the sight was really something to turn a guy on.
"My cock was up like a rock. But it was outstanding in other ways. Alberta's rich, red blood had painted a lovely masterpiece of abstract design all over my big rod. There were dark reds, pale pinks, and subtle browns. Man, it just stood up and yelled "Sex!"
"Alberta eagerly moved her head down to take my tool into her lips, and she began tonguing me all around the groin. She played orally along my stiff shaft and then sucked it way up into her mouth, desperately sucking on it as if afraid it would empty before she had her full allotment of joy between her lips.
"She swung her hips over my face and I was waiting for that move. I could feel the thrill of her hard-pointed tits as they lowered onto my frame. I could also feel the tremendous heat waves exuding from her every pore as she built up more and more of her sexual force. My little Alberta was a victim of our fierce lust. But never was there a happier one!
"She grew more violent as my savage teeth and tongue began to lash at her own sensitive vaginal nerves. I bit along every sweet inch of her bloody hole, sucking and licking as I went. I could feel her body quiver with each exciting bite I took.
"She wanted so desperately to return my kindness and began chewing with her sharp strong teeth on the hard rod offered for delight. Her fangs gripped the crown of my cock and she began circling it to bring forth more of my desire. I was almost to the point of explosion by now, but I somehow managed to hold back. I had to turn my thoughts from what, was happening to me onto other less desirable subjects. It wasn't easy. Not with a naked, hot young woman like Alberta nibbling and chewing away on my big peter. But I resolutely managed to nibble and bite at her pussy even as I forced myself to think of all the bills we'd have staring us in the face as we set up our new home. Furniture to buy ... clothes for my blushing bride. Oh, there were lots of ways to worry about the future! But I knew that I was just kidding myself. Alberta was too active to let such mundane things as mental problems hold us back. She was panting and groaning as she sank her eager teeth into my long staff. She didn't stop with just the cock, either. My big balls caught her interest and she began sucking on each one in turn. Once she had it in her mouth, she exerted gentle pressure with her teeth to further stimulate my own erotic state. She worked my balls up to their highest possible pitch and then returned to savor the rich sweetness of the full length and the mighty crown at the very tip. Alberta concentrated on this sensitive area and used her fingers to fondle and squeeze my balls at the same time. Then, she began to lift her head away and up from my body so that the big, red head of my cock was almost out of her mouth and held there only by the exciting grip of her powerful teeth.
"Next, she slammed her mouth down hard, swallowing the whole length of me until her hot wet lips were directly against my pubic hairs. At the same instant, she made tiny jerking movements with her hips which caused her vaginal area to work rapidly up and down on my strong, white teeth ...
"Well, my white teeth weren't exactly white at the time I mention. Let's say they were wine-colored from Alberta's pussy-juice! But, I had my little bride ready to blast off for the moon. And I knew that I was ready for my own orbit, too. So, I shot my long hard tongue as far up her smoking hole as I could. I knew it felt like a sword thrusting in and out of Alberta's body by this time. And I heightened the thrill for her by clamping my teeth onto her sensitive snatch folds in alternate cycles with each big lick of the tongue. She began to shudder and shake in uncontrollable emotion under this tremendously stimulating action and I also felt my own passion near the breaking point.
"Suddenly, I felt the first spasm of her climax as she snapped violently up and down against my entrapped face. That did it for me. The world seemed to spin and revolve as my own come exploded into her hungry mouth. That turned her but good. She sucked and swallowed savagely to make certain she got every drop of my love stuff.
"Alberta also reacted by twirling and hammering her huge, moist crotch tighter than ever onto my face. That let me get my teeth further up inside her body and I began chewing and biting deeper along her pussy than had been possible before she blew her load.
"You'd be surprised how long it took us to finish our creaming. Naturally, I finished first. But let me say this: I dribbled for a hell of a sight longer than I ever had in my whole life up to this point. I guess one reason was that Alberta refused to say die. She sucked, chewed and swallowed each tiny drop I managed to come up with. And she still craved more. Her own creaming went on for many minutes after my tool was limp and spaghetti-like. But I didn't even care about my own reaction down there by now. I was too immersed in her passionate flow. It's amazing how a woman can continue pouring out lubrication from her cunt for such a long time. But I didn't worry about that. I applied my teeth to all the exciting pussy-parts I could find. And if my teeth couldn't make it to the hidden crevices, my tongue could.
"There isn't any more, love! There just isn't any more!" I could hear Alberta's shaken voice reaching me as I lay locked between her luscious thighs. "Give me a chance to recharge those batteries, will you?"
"She released me, and we both disentangled ourselves from one another. I guess my face looked like I'd been in the battle of the Bulge or something. Her pussy-blood was smeared all over my features and I noticed I even had traces of her female identity around my neck and shoulders. But I was proud of it all. Proud that I had taken her when most guys would've turned over on their sides to sleep until morning.
"How do you feel, angel?" I knew damn well she felt great, but I wanted to hear her praise my great sack talent.
"Like I'm floating on a cloud." She caressed my bloody face with her fingers. She insisted on getting up to bring a nice cool washcloth to clean me up. I let her, but when she was about to rinse off my cock, too, I stopped her.
"Why not?" She blinked at me in wonder.
"I want that evidence there," I replied. "Anyway, I'm going to shove it right back into every opening in your body as soon as it gets stiff again. So just let the poor little pecker rest, huh?"
"She liked that sentiment. We rested, finally, side by side discussing the miracles we had undergone. Alberta admitted to me that she had never really had a full orgasm in her life to this moment.
"Oh, I thought I had, of course," she whispered as she ran her fingers down along my limp prick. "Like all girls, I masturbated myself with my fingers and candles and the rest. But, actually, the weak explosions I got that way couldn't be construed as real climaxes-certainly not after what you and your magnificent fangs did to me!"
"It was nearly forty minutes before I began to find my cock rising all over again. Alberta eagerly seized upon this response by hungrily dropping her face down between my thighs to catch the crown of my scepter between her teeth. I gently caressed her hair as she ran her molars up and down the great length of my manhood. She nibbled eagerly at my balls and that got me hornier. But I knew I had to play it cool or she'd have me creaming too swiftly. Young brides just don't appreciate all the delightful gifts their hubbies have to offer! They think it's possible to get a hard on every hour on the hour.
"For instance, I only came twice that first night. But I'll say this for me: I really took good care of Alberta. She sure as hell didn't feel cheated!
"Even after I became more familiar with her, I never experienced full orgasm more than twice. Oh, there were a couple of times when I could've humped her an added trick, but I didn't go in for it. I didn't have to prove anything to her-or myself. Both of us were willing to settle for a couple of sessions per night.
"I varied my oral attack on Alberta's lovely, naked body the second time around. I guess she was surprised at all the tricks I had up my sleeve. Even if my sleeve was still in the clothes closet!
"What on earth are you trying to do?" Alberta gasped as I stopped gnawing on her ear-lobe to ease along her cheek and fasten onto the tip of her lovely nose.
"Eat every fucking inch of you, dear heart," I whispered the words without releasing her nose from between my powerful teeth. I proved my claim by beginning a mighty chewing action. I nibbled and gnawed from her nose to her mouth and chin. Then, down to her throat where I enacted the Dracula role. I played this to the hilt by even adopting a mock Bela Lugosi accent as I pretended to suck the blood from her neck.
"I continued my oral attack on Alberta by biting all over her shoulders, back, and waist. I concentrated for a long time on her aroused nipples and lovely milk-mounds.
"I swear I added a full inch to Alberta's tits that first night. I had her nipples standing out to here before I was done! And then, again, I began biting my way to her more erotic zones. I derived double pleasure by focusing on Alberta's smooth buttocks to bite them into rosy tenderness. I spread her thighs wider and wider so I could seize areas of her more sensitized flesh between the loins for my savage bites.
"Anyone but me would've probably bitten through her skin by this time. But not once did I draw blood-except that which she was issuing from her menstruation. And that's different. That didn't hurt her.
"I eventually got to her clit, which was up like a navy bean from passion. I really worked that little button over!
"Oh, don't ever stop! Never!" Alberta's plea reached me way down in the valley of the molls and I obeyed her directions. I didn't answer in any other way than by renewing my bites and sucks on the tiny button that turns the ladies on with such great passion.
"After the button was engorged with lust, I eased my teeth to the vulva. I nibbled, gnawed, and sucked on this area until poor Alberta was actually bouncing her hips up and down in kangaroo-like gyrations. I had to watch now because if I tightened my fangs too much on her vulva, I easily could have injured her when she humped away from my jaws.
"Only when I knew she was ready to begin her second series of climaxes did I sixty-nine it with her. I let her ravenous lips find my big cock and, once she started sucking on it, I began my own-orality in unison to Alberta's cycle on me. Like the popular song says, "the second time around is best!" I found I could control my orgasm far better now. I timed it beautifully. Just as Alberta's creamy pussy exploded into a gusher of love-foam, I shot my wad. My cock felt like it was going to burst into flames. But I knew I had the world's greatest fire extinguisher right down the middle of my hose. I turned the old spigot on and my jism must've spurted three feet up into my screaming young wife's snatch. And it went on-and on. I didn't know I had so much come in my construction, believe me!"
Sex, of course, is a highly personal affair and what takes place between two consenting adults in private is their business, as long as they make no attempt to dictate the attitudes and acts of others. True sexual freedom is the liberty to partake in whatever activity produces the greatest pleasure for both parties involved.
It must be admitted that Karl had the ability to reward his wife and others with an inordinate amount of physical excitement. How he accomplished this gratification was his own peculiar method of the all-out use of his own biting powers. He created no harm with his bizarre methods-other than to be less than faithful to his wife. But he was no great exception to today's marital rules ... Sexual freedom is taking place daily all around us, freedom for both the unmarried and the married. Karl is merely one of the new breed. As such, he deserves our full understanding.
Our attempt to understand should be extended to Alberta. Most certainly she shows an inclination toward the psychological deviation known as masochism. Karl's biting of various parts of her body caused her pain and yet brought her pleasure. She experienced ecstasy in the midst of mistreatment, or what some observers might consider to be mistreatment.
What brings on such a psychological deviation in a woman like Alberta? What in her character causes her to sense enjoyment of what objectively seems to be a physical harm?
Actually, it is the opinion of some that the woman who is not masochistic is the exception. But the type of masochism they have in mind is perhaps of a more subtle nature, having to do with the historic position of submission of the female to the male, in sexual and other areas. This masochism of submission, of giving way to the whims of the "superior" man, can perhaps be sociologically documented, but to say that woman is naturally submissive because she has been historically so ignores the fact that her potentialities for being equal, or even superior, to the male have possibly been quashed by the successful dominance of the male.
However, the masochism we have at hand in the present case history is of a more overt type. We have not a mild psychic masochism here, but a mind with a particular propensity for the reception, the willing acceptance, of physical pain. This goes beyond the usual passive nature of the female, and into the area of aberration.
Why should Alberta's mind have been led in this direction?
One reason that has been suggested is that the woman not only is conditioned to be passive to the nonviolent domination of the male, but to the violent exercising upon her of aggressive behavior by the male as well. Not only that, but once the female's mind realizes the fact that she must patiently endure pain and wrongdoing all her life-il faut d'abord endurer, as the French say-it may twist into regarding what it must abide as not pain but pleasure.
With some women whose minds go through such a transformation, this idea of pain as pleasure may get no further than where it begins-in her subconscious. This may "be unfortunate, since she may experience masochistic impulses and be puzzled and ashamed when she realizes she is of such a nature but does not understand why. On the other hand, some women who have masochistic tendencies are made aware of them and have a clue toward understanding their nature, because the psychic strands of the aberration wind up from their subconscious into conscious knowledge. Many of these women, once they realize that this is within them, seek out psychological counseling, and in many cases are helped to diminish these harmful tendencies to a tremendous extent.
It is unfortunate that only Karl received psychological aid; there are numerous indications in his narration pointing toward the desirability of similar treatment for Alberta. If people were more aware of their problems, that is, of the nature of their problems, and if they would seek professional help at the moment they suspected they needed it, seeds of disease would not grow into great psychological warpings such as that demonstrated by the unfortunate case discussed in this chapter. There are many Karl's in this world; there are many Albertas. They all need study and understanding.