clinical detail on all aspects of the expression. Most of the reading proved to be a bit too scientific for Ben's satisfaction but he did glean some tips that he hoped might stand him m good stead should he ever succeed in getting Sandy into the position of acceptance. He re-read these portions over and over to impress them in his mind. To further insure success, he practiced what the book outlines in the privacy of his bathroom. He did not have the beauteous Sandy there to indulge his talent upon, so he was forced to settle for a compromise: two large pieces of beef liver sewn into a plastic bag in two separate compartments. The opening that resulted from this handiwork closely paralleled a woman's vaginal opening. Now,
Ben began practicing the art of Cunninlingus, utilizing the 'tricks' revealed in the volume he had purchased.
He dated Sandy during this interlude but never could quite muster up enough nerve to do more than kiss her good night. His first real chance came at his own place. He had invited Sandy to have a 'home-cooked' dinner with him. As usual, they got along famously. Sandy sincerely liked Ben and she knew how attractive he found her. The dinner proved to be a very fine one. Ben was a good cook and he had gone to special pains to produce a remarkable beef stroganoff main dish. After coffee, and as they were sipping brandy, Ben suddenly found the courage to express his true feelings about her. He told the girl that she meant more to him than any other person he had ever encountered.
'And I like you, too, Ben,' she said.
'It's a lot more than liking, Sandy,' he whispered. 'A whole lot more. I want you to start thinking of me as a… as a, well… fiance!'
'But we hardly know each other' she was a little taken aback by this open declaration.
'I know all about you I need to know,' he said. This, it proved, was truer than she suspected. 'I want you for my own!'
Under his confession of love, and the warming effects of the brandy, Sandy mellowed. She told Ben that she was interested in him and she would continue dating him. Then, after a reasonable period of time she would be sure and in turn, he would be sure about her.
'But I'll go out of my mind in the meantime!' He shook his head. 'Sandy, you don't know what you do to a guy! I don't think I can hold back that long!'
They chatted on and on. They sipped more brandy and it was then that Ben whispered his desire into the girl's ear. He confided that he wanted to kiss her body. Every inch of it.
'I'll start at your toes and work on up all the way to the top of your lovely head!'
'Ben!' she was startled to hear him talking like this, 'I've never seen you behaving like this! What's come over you?'
'Your beauty,' he whispered. 'It's too much… please '' won't you slip off your clothes and let me have the pleasure of your loveliness… '
Sandy demurred, but not quite as positively as she might have if she hadn't had three glasses of brandy. It was at this stage that Ben took the initiative. He began
slipping her dress down from her shoulders. Sandy resisted, but not too much. She was not wearing a bra and the next thing she knew, Ben's hungry lips were kissing her breasts. Soon, he was working his tongue around the nipples and they began growing tense and larger. Ben worked diligently away and next succeeded in slipping the dress off all the way. Her filmy panties were removed after this and Sandy found herself gently pushed back onto the divan. Then, she felt Ben's hot mouth searching out her vulva. After a few moments, she was surprised to find Ben withdrawing his tongue. He called back to her to not move. He would rejoin her in an instant. She had no idea what he was doing and after a few minutes he reappeared. He was bearing a small porcelain bowl which was half full of steaming brandy. He placed the container on the coffee table near them and then struck a match which he held to the hot brandy. Instantly, it caught fire and a deep, blue glow played over the liquid. He let it burn a few seconds, then snuffed the flame out. Now, he took the hot brandy and took a big mouthful. It was hot, but he bore the pain stoically. He did not swallow the potent fluid, but with silent gestures, motioned Sandy back in the proper position. Now, he placed his tightly closed mouth up firmly against her vaginal opening. Carefully, he worked his oral area further inside her moist, hot womanliness. He wiggled his face gently to form a solid seal between her vagina and his mouth. Then, and only then, did he begin spurting the fiery brandy, drop by drop into her quivering cavity. He would spurt and then suck back part of the exciting liquid. He repeated this with increased speed so that the hot brandy would not cool down too much. Long before he had depleted his supply of the stimulating liquid, Sandy underwent seven full orgasms.
From this point on, Ben used other fluids besides brandy. He experimented with wines, whiskeys and sweet liqueurs. He also learned that the hotter the liquid was, the greater the thrill for his lovely partner. As his tongue and mouth became more accustomed to the hot spirits he began to branch out. He was soon able to mouth hot rubbing alcohol which created a tremendous aphrodisiac effect upon Sandy. Ben learned that he had to exercise unusual care not to swallow any of the rubbing fluid. Even a few drops caused nausea and stomach pain; But the result was so electrifying upon his partner that he could not resist favoring this method.
It is interesting to note that the un-attainable Sandy married him shortly after this series of experiments. Most of the people who were acquainted with the two newlyweds were puzzled how a shy, retiring young man like Ben could captivate such a stunning, sought-after beauty. Ben had a reply that revealed much more of his secret than one would suspect: '-You can get anything you want… once you put yourself up to it!' He did not reveal what it was precisely that he put up… nor to just what it was put up against.
Case HISTORY
The Pettiss were the average middle-aged American couple. Rick had married Jan when he was twenty-five and she was twenty-two. They had a girl baby one year after the wedding. After this, something went amiss and despite considerable efforts
in the bedroom, Jan was unable to conceive again. They sought advice from specialists but nothing came from it. Reluctantly, they settled down to raise their daughter to be an 'only child.' Sharon turned out quite well despite the adulation from her parents. She had several good chances at marriage, but decided she wasn't ready. After graduation, she enlisted in the Peace Gorps and spent two years in Peru.
During her absence, the Pettis found their love growing rather routine. They heard other couples hinting at oral love and at first, they dismissed the thought. But ultimately, the experimented and soon, it became the principal form of pleasure for them. By the time Rick was forty-two and Sharon thirty-nine, they had fairly well exhausted the varying methods of orality. Like ordinary sex, it had slowly begun to seem routine. Until one special night!
A combination of circumstances brought it all about. First, a violent and sudden electrical storm had arisen near midnight. Their six year old cocker spaniel, Rusty, was in terror of these storms and Sharon had permitted him to sleep at the foot of their bed instead of his usual spot in the kitchen. She let Rusty into their room and he cowered there during the storm. About two in the morning, Sharon got out of bed to open the windows because the storm had subsided and only a distant rumble of thunder could be heard as the wind died down. She stood at the window, stretching her arms upward and inhaling the fresh, rain-washed air. Suddenly, she felt Rick's arms stealing around her waist. He had gotten out of bed to quietly steal close. His hands roved and began to move toward her breasts. She had filled out considerably since her youth, but as far as Rick was concerned, it was all to the good. Soon, he had her negligee off and his own pajamas joined hers on the carpeted floor. His mouth expertly sought her nipples and he began sucking them. He dropped to his knees and now his lips were nibbling at her loins. He drew her down with him. He lay backward with J an facing the direction of his feet. This was one of their favorite positions for oral love. As Rick sucked and kissed and worked his tongue in and out of her vagina, she bent down and began kissing his penis which was fully erect. Then, she worked her lips down and around the length of it. They had engaged in the pastime so often, that it seemed 'old hat' and orgasm would be a long time arriving for both.
Suddenly, a new element was introduced. Jan felt something at her anus. At first she thought it was Rick using his finger, then, it dawned on her that it was Rusty, their dog. She felt his tongue licking at her anal opening. She was about to break the embrace with Rick and order the animal out but she hesitated. The long, wet tongue felt good as it licked at her rectum. She permitted the action to proceed. But then, Rick realized he had a partner sharing Jan's charms. He sat up and was about to command the pet to leave when Jan stopped him.
'— Don't Rick. It's not Rusty's fault.' She added. 'Besides, it felt good!' Suddenly, a strange thrill played up and down her spine. 'Let's have a little fun with Rusty!'
