nothing to worry about!'
Helen moved over and sat close to him. She peered into his eyes with great intensity. She put her left hand gently on his knee and it was all he could do to pretend that it wasn't affecting him.
'Could it be me, Les?' she asked without taking her eyes from him.
Helen clarified. She was a little nearer and he could smell the fragrance of her perfume. Her great tits were almost touching his arm.
'Helen, if you had any more sex appeal, they'd have to put you behind a glass partition to keep the men away,' Les said gallantly. 'Take my word for it… you've got everything! In spades!'
'You're just saying that to make me feel good,' Helen shook her head. She lifted her lips to his and gently kissed him. He tensed, then held still. But he made no move to return the action. Helen drew back and sighed. 'See… even my kisses don't get a response!' She shook her head. 'Let's face it, I'm all washed up.'
'That's not so, Helen!' Les hastily jumped to ease the situation. 'Believe me, I've got to fight hard to remember that you're married to my best friend!'
'Okay, Les, okay,' Helen said softly. 'You've proven that you're faithful to Sy. Now, prove that you can be faithful to me, too.' 'She pressed her lips against his once more. Now, she slipped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him with more intent. Her tongue began insinuating its length into his mouth. He tried to clench his lips together tightly to avoid the act, but she worked swiftly and skillfully. She darted her tongue back and forth with remarkable force. Les did his best to end the contact, but she was relentless. She tightened her arms around him and her great breasts were forced upward as she drew him closer. Then, abruptly, she released him and Les thought it was over. Secretly, he was relieved. He didn't like the idea of cheating on his friend, Sy.
'Un-zip me, please,' Helen had turned her back to Les and he stared at the creamy whiteness of her shoulders in a semi-dazed manner. She had never indicated any sexual interest in him prior to this moment and-it was more than he could assimilate so swiftly. 'Come on, slow-poke,' she chided as she waited. Nothing happened. She took matters in her own hands. She deftly reached behind and un-zipped herself. Now, she turned to reveal her magnificent breasts over the semi-bra that helped hold them up. The bra did not cover the nipples and with her left hand she raised one of the massive breasts up toward Les's lips. 'Try it for size,' she whispered. He was still un- cooperative, so she placed the huge nipple directly against his mouth.
From here on, he was lost. He began kissing and sucking at the distended nipples while she pulled his head closer to her bosom. She alternated her breasts back and forth so he could suck each nipple to its fullest. Then, she pulled away and stood up to quickly work the gown down over her ankles and then stepped out, free of everything but her shoes and the semi-bra. She had a great swatch of hair at her loins and she created an impressive sight as she stood before her prospective sex partner.
Les was still the passive one, however, Helen un-zipped his trousers and pulled his prick out. To her chagrin, it was only partially erect. She wisely sensed that he was fighting to his fullest to keep from being too aroused. She began caressing and playing with his organ, but he resolutely managed to keep from an erection. She was determined in her own way. She played and toyed with his vital parts but none of it worked. Frustrated, she stared down at the limp penis. Then, her instinct came to the fore. She dropped her head down to his thighs and caught the bead of his organ between her lips.
It became a test. She kissed and sucked at his manhood as he tried to fight down the lust that was building in his loins. He was resolute. But her warm, moist lips and insistent tongue began to win out. Slowly, slowly, his penis began to enlarge and stiffen. Then, he was lost. Her avid mouth worked round and round as she sucked in his full length. Helen sucked and licked at his organ until he could hold back no longer. In throbbing spurts, his fiery sperm shot forth to be engulfed and swallowed by her hungry mouth.
Afterward, as they were fully recovered, Les told her that they could never again engage in any sexual act whatsoever. She pleaded with him to be sensible about their relationship but he wisely pointed out that sooner or later, Sy would get wind of what they were up to and that would mean the end to a beautiful friendship.
'You can't do this to me now, Les,' Helen argued. 'You've only proven to me how inadequate sexually my Sy really is! Now, that I've seen what a man can do, it makes him look awfully weak!'
'It takes two to tango, Helen,' Les said. 'Did you ever stop to think that maybe you've been derelict in your sex life with Sy? That maybe you're letting too much of the burden fall on him?' He paused. 'Did you ever French him?'
'Why, no,' she said. 'But he's sort of prudish about sex. I don't know how he'd react to such a move on my part.'
'He'd react just like I did,' Les said. 'I wasn't going to let you get to me. I was determined not to be the one who cheated on his best friend. But once you got your mouth and lips on my sex organs, I was lost. Now, if you'll just turn those same luscious lips loose on your husband's penis, I promise you, he'll be the greatest lover you could want! You give it a try, that's all I ask,'
The upshot of it was that Les proved to be completely accurate in his arguments. Once Helen began turning her oral skills upon Sy, she aroused him to heights he had never reached in all their married years. He wondered where she had learned the new techniques, but she played it casually and. told him she had been reading some books on sexual activity and gotten the idea from there.
As Helen became more skillful with her oral love, Sy stopped wondering over it all and relaxed to become a capable sex partner. Helen never tried to entice him into performing cunnilingus upon her even though she secretly craved it. Her main concern was to see that he was thoroughly aroused and satisfied. Now, for the first time in nearly a dozen years of married life, the two partners found themselves blessed with a far more satisfying sex life. And all because of orality.
Chapter VI
According to a report published by a research team from the Kinsey Institute For Sex Research headed by Paul H. Gebhard, many of our criminal sexual assaults are committed by persons who have developed compulsive habit patterns. Oftentimes, practices developed in early adolescence are difficult to break and are carried into adult years. While some of these people are able to rationally understand what they are doing, they seem neurotically drawn to their compulsive habit patterns and show signs of extreme stress when unable to indulge in their particular obsessions. A classic case was reported recently by a psychiatrist in Ohio concerning a nineteen-year-old boy who masturbated as often as seven or eight times a day. The strange part of it was that he was married to an extremely attractive girl. In his early teens, the young man had resorted to masturbation as an exclusive means of satisfying his sexual appetite (as do most young men), but he began to more and more rely upon the act to relieve various anxieties as he grew older. Finally, the psychiatrist was able to show him that a good deal of his anxieties were caused by the guilt feelings he associated with his masturbatory behavior.
While the subject of the case history we are concerned with in this chapter did not have any trouble in adapting to heterosexual contacts, the extreme fascination he developed for oral love-making could label him a compulsive oralist. It is extremely unusual to find one so young as he becoming so affixed to a particular aberration, but the circumstances from which he drew his earliest experiences had a large part in forming his later preferences.
Case HISTORY: Clark R., Age 16.
There's nothing more out of sight to a chick than getting head. I should know. I've had lots of chicks tell me that. they'd rather get head from me than ball any ten guys. I guess I've got a tricky tongue or something.'
All this from a fifteen-year-old entrepreneur of the erotic arts. But Clark has had more experience in the oral aspects of lovemaking than most people twice his age. He had an excellent instructress.
Clark lives in a low-middle income housing project with his father. The youngest of four children, he has been pretty much on his own since he was eleven, his mother having passed away several years before, and the last of his elder sisters leaving home to be married at that time. His father is a construction worker and away from home when Clark gets out of school, leaving the youngster several hours to himself.
It was from his next door neighbor that Clark received his early sex education. Marge was no mean novice when it came to seducing young boys: her husband had divorced her after a dispute that arose from an incident
