who swallows come is about the raunchiest thing going? Well, up till then that's the way I had felt. But it was a really beautiful thing the way she did it. Made you feel really strong.
'After that first time, I was over at Marge's every chance I got. She taught me just about everything I know as far as sex goes. Arnold finally got into an act with me-it wasn't too bad after the tickling sensation was over, but he never got me to the point of blowing my cookies. Usually when Marge and I made it together, she would let him in on her box, though. The more I saw of it, the more I was convinced that he was getting some kind of a turn on out of it. Or whatever dogs get.
'The more times Marge and I got together, the less we balled. After' a few weeks, we limited everything to our mouths. Marge told me about other boys she had done it with in the past, and confessed that I was the only one that she had given any head. She always preferred to be the taker instead of the giver. But she figured that I gave her so much it was only right to return the favor, I guess.
'As I grew older, I began to date other chicks, but I still returned to Marge from time to time for my regular lessons. Besides, she was a real convenience living right next door to me like that. I soon learned that the word got around about a cat who could give head like me. Wow, I've had chicks come up to me in places like the school cafeteria and try to play up to me. If they're built for action, I usually end up in the sack with them, and many have later told me that they were a friend of so-and-so's and. that they had heard about my famous tongue.
'The only trouble I've ever run into was when chicks want a straight fuck and nothing else. Now usually I can change a chick's mind pretty fast once my tongue has gone to work, but there's been a couple of them who thought. it was weird' that I didn't want to ball them. One chick, after grooving behind the head I'd given her, was a real problem. Like once I've done a job on them, I sort of leave it up to them as to whether or not they want to go down on me. Like I said, I can get my rocks off just from scarfing the broad so it doesn't really matter if I get any more action or not. But this one chick practically insisted that I ball her. When I told her to go down on me instead, she refused saying that she didn't dig that. So, I climbed aboard, but the damnedest fucking thing happened-I couldn't get a hard-on. Like maybe it was because she had turned me off with all her arguments or something… I don't really know. But the fact is, I don't really dig balling all that much anymore. Not when there's something so much better.
'The scene with that chick sort of bothered me for a while, but after a few days I just figured that. it was her problem and not my own. Most chicks go completely wild over it. In fact, one chick got so excited about it that she shit right in my face while I was eating her. That turned me off real quick. Like I don't mind rimming a girl's asshole for her-I kind of dig it, but shit in the face is just a little too much, if you know what I mean.
'Besides that one chick, the only other problem I've had in the past couple of years happened last summer when my old man and I went on a vacation. My old man's idea of a really swell time is to go up north to a lake and sit in a boat with a fishing rod in his hands while he gets eaten alive by mosquitoes. I dig to get eaten, but not by mosquitoes! So he pulls me along with him every fucking year. Well, being stranded with my old man, I didn't have a chance to go out and find some scarf able chicks, and I was practically climbing the walls. Like if I don't have some box lunch at least a couple of times a week, I go practically nuts. As soon as I got home, I made a beeline to Marge's. I must've chowed down ten times that night. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have a box around to scarf. Probably wind up shooting myself.'
COMMENT:
Clark R. came to our attention shortly after a situation in which a thirteen-year-old girl had balked at his sexual advances. She had hurried home when she tearfully reported the incident to her parents. The horrified parents notified the authorities and
Clark was picked up. After questioning, the authorities decided to put him under the care of a court-appointed psychiatrist.
Despite Clark's statement to the contrary, his form of devotion to his female companions was a sign of some latent masochism on his part. True, he was able to turn it around to his advantage in most instances, delighting in the way he was able to control the emotions of his lovers. What Clark wasn't able to realize was that his particular form of lovemaking was beginning to become an obsession with him and was, in a sense, his way of 'getting even' with his mother. He subconsciously felt she had cheated him of her love when she had died. The psychiatrist was able to show him that his habit had begun to take on abnormal proportions when he started to narrow his sexual appetite to exclusive orality. Evidence of this fact has been his failure to achieve an erection for vaginal coitus with the one girl.
Although Clark began to understand his particular problem, as of this writing h_ has been unable to alter his habitual sexual pattern of orality. Psychiatrists today are finding their hands more than full when dealing with the Hew morality, especially among teenagers. Precocious children, such as Clark, find it hard to relate to people twice their age or older, many of whom have less pragmatic sexual experiences than their own. Perhaps the ultimate solution will come only after the laws are gradually changed to fit the morality shift.
As for Arnold? Little hope. He'll just have to be content with his particular doggie-style for the time being. The history of Mankind reveals that sexual deviations have been practiced through the ages. Oral love has ranked high in the various expressions of release. At one time oral love was considered to be 'Immoral.' Today, it is openly accepted and practiced. Not only that, but never and more exciting versions of this sexplay have been added to the original repertoire.
Due to the fact that oral love has become a more or less standard form of procedure in sex among both married and unmarried couples, some of the 'forbidden' allure has vanished form the act. This has prompted. a large percentage of its exponents to experiment with new and more exciting variations on the theme. The case histories that follow concern some of the more unusual of these practices and the couples who turned to them for even greater gratification…
Case HISTORY
Ben H. had been a reserved 'lad most of his life. It wasn't until he was twenty-three that he really began to lose his shyness. With good reason. He met Sandy S., a lovely beauty contest winner and was tremendously attracted to her. Timidity, he realized, would not be of much value in catching the lovely Sandy's attention.
Sandy liked him. His sensitive approach appealed to her. As a matter of fact, had Ben behaved in the more aggressive fashion of most young men, she very well
might have discouraged the relationship. By the time Ben had managed to lose much of his shyness, Sandy and he were good friends.
The two dated for several weeks before Ben made a real pass at the lovely object of desire. This was brought on by some remarks he had heard at the County Courthouse where he worked as a recording clerk for the claims department. There was a news photo of Sandy in her Bikini accepting the trophy as 'Miss Lake County.' The picture showed clearly why she was selected. Beneath the beautiful face an even more lovely figure bloomed. Sandy had breasts that measured thirty six inches with hips of precisely the same measurements. Her waist was a willowy twenty-one inches. But what set her just one more notch higher than the other candidates were her legs. They were her finest feature. Not the pole-like limbs of a 'Twiggy.' They were full and curved. Set off by black, high- heeled pumps, they could arouse a Franciscan Friar to passion.
'Now, that's real eating stuff,' sighed one of the young men, ogling Sandy's charms. He and another co- worker were admiring the girl's beauty unaware that Ben was in the next row of file cases and within hearing distance.
'Yeah… ' the other agreed. 'Anybody who'd put his dick into Sandy S. oughta be given the electric chair!' He sighed. 'I tried to date her a dozen times but she always
stalled me!'
'Maybe she knew you wanted to eat her,' the other taunted.
'I got news for you,' the friend responded. 'That wouldn't hold her back. I just happen to know a guy who muffed her! Not once, but a few times! But after a few times, she started brushing him.'
Maybe the poor guy's tongue was taking too much of a licking!' They both laughed at this pun and moved out of the room where Ben still stood. Ben was shocked at the talk. He had the uncomfortable feeling that there was more truth than fantasy to what he had heard. Mingled with his reaction of shock was a strange feeling of excitement. The thought of his own bps pressed up to Sandy's lovely young vulva was not to be too lightly dismissed. He became fascinated with the idea of oral love and made a trip to a certain 'art' store where books on the more fascinating elements of human behavior could be purchased. He found one on oral love that went into
