expressed so bluntly from a nice girl like Jenifer was shocking to say the least. And to think that she wanted to actually drink it… Oh well, I've gone this far, I thought. Might just as well let her do the rest of her thing this one time. After this one time, I'd just refuse to have any more meetings with her. I'd put her completely out of my life. I'd forget that I ever met her. I thought.
'Jenifer, you've got me all wrong,' I said to her when we reached the bedroom. 'I really don't go in for this queer stuff but I'll do it with you this once just because it's you.’
'Oh, you think it's queer, do you? You can't be really serious. Because if you are, I'll have to change my mind about giving you a sample of my very special health food.’
'What do you mean?’
'Well, I'll just show you. Look here, this is what I mean.’
'Honestly, cross my heart and hope to die, do you know what she did then? She flopped back on the bed, lifted her legs up, spreading them wide, and pulled open the lips of her vagina all the way. I was only about three feet away and I could see everything I mean, everything that she had there between her legs. There was a long, wide area, all pink and sparkling wet, with delicate little lips about in the center; and a twitching little muscle at the top of the lips, like a tiny, throbbing penis; and a little way below that there was a hole, about the size of a quarter, with a clear, oily substance bubbling out, like the substance that bubbled out of my penis when it first got hard; and still further down between her buttocks I could see her saucy little rectum, all puckered and sort of winking like it was flirting with me or something. Jeepers, she sure looked pretty!
'Well, what do you say? Would you like a taste?' she asked.
'I don't know but, somehow, my vision started playing tricks on me about then. It was like I wasn't viewing a woman's genitals at all but rather… rather a plate of food delicacies. Maybe it was the power of suggestion because, after all, Jen had referred to it as very special health food.’ And, of course, I am sort of a health food faddist. Anyway, I won't try too hard to explain why I responded like I did.
'Yes,’ I mumbled, ‘I think I would like a small taste… if you don't mind.’ Then I literally dove in between her beautiful little-girl legs and started licking, slowly and timidly at first, sort of testing the flavor of her hot juices with the very tip of my tongue, at the same time feasting on all the enchanting little nooks and crannies with my eyes. It was a strange taste, neither sweet or sour, yet full-bodied and strong something like bouillon. And it quickly grew on me, the more I tasted, because I love bouillon. And this was especially good bouillon, this essence of Jenifer.
'No, I take that back. It was absolutely delectable! And soon I was gobbling it up for all I was worth, shoveling my long tongue up and down inside her pink meaty slit like I'd never get enough. So maybe this wasn't body-building health food; and maybe it was a little queer. Who cared? I certainly didn't. Not at the moment, anyway. All I knew and cared about was that I was experiencing the greatest possible intimacy with my own sweet, demure, petite little Jenifer.
'That's right, despite her boldness in seducing me this way, I was still convinced of her virginal innocence. And what's more, I kept right on being convinced, even when she suddenly jerked her crotch away from me and said: 'Enough that's enough of a taste for you. Now you bring your sweet little cock-muscle here on the bed to me, because I'm the one who's most in need of health food.’
'Dazed by Jen's naked beauty and sort of intoxicated by all of her juices that I'd been lapping up, I obeyed, just like a little puppy dog, and flopped on the bed beside her. I got in the same position she'd been in, on my back, with my legs spread wide, because I knew that's what she wanted. And sure enough, in the next instant there she was, crawling up between my legs and hungrily taking a hold of my still erected penis.
'By the way her eyes were bugging out and her open mouth was drooling, I could see right away that Jenifer was even more crazed than I was so crazed, in fact, that I remember it kind of frightened me. I felt an urge to jump up and get away from her, and oh how I wish now that I had!
'There was another bubble seeping out of my penis when I laid back, bigger than the first, but Jen was in no hurry to lick it up like before. Instead, she chose to let it build up some more while she went after my testicles with her mouth. And I mean she really went after them, sucking them into her mouth like they were gumdrops or something. For the longest time maybe ten or fifteen minutes she swished them around in her mouth and sort of munched on them, even tried to swallow them.
'But you know what? It didn't hurt. In fact, it felt real good and exciting the way she was doing it, gripping my pecker at the same time with her hands. It made my insides feel like they were being drawn into a tingly little knot. And it made my pecker sort of throb more in her hands, too, bringing up a lot more of that funny-looking oil. Which was exactly what she wanted, I guess, because suddenly she let my testicles slide out of her mouth, all dripping wet with her saliva, and started sucking on the tip of my pecker-head like it was a soda straw or something.
'Mmmmmmmm,' she moaned. 'It's sooooooo good, sooooooo delicious. But I've got to have more… much, much more.’
'With that she let her head fall all the way down to my pelvis, driving my rock-hard staff clear into her throat. Holy jumping jokers! What a feeling! It felt like my whole crotch was on fire. But it was a beautiful, thrilling kind of fire that I didn't want extinguished. And Jen didn't want it extinguished, either, because she started pumping her head up and down, trying to take my inflamed organ deeper and deeper into her throat, all the time sucking harder and harder, trying to draw up my oil.
'No, it wasn't my oil she wanted. It suddenly occurred to me as I watched her sucking so frantically, so desperately, that it was my come-she wanted! What else could it be? She knew she must've known that if she kept that up, pumping and sucking so strongly, she'd make me shoot up all the come from my testicles.
'Yes, I realized then that my come was the real health food that she had referred to earlier, and which she said she needed. But how did she know that she needed it? Had she sucked the come out of other guys and found it nutritious, invigorating, healthful? No, impossible, this fool decided; Jen simply wanted to drink my come because she loved me and wanted to share in my super-abundant strength and wanted to let me know that I was as delicious to her as she was to me.
'So then this fool just let her go on sucking until his testicles blew up to the size of grapefruits and exploded, twisting his insides into a convulsing agony of ecstatic cramps and sending great geysers of boiling come spewing out of his pee-hole, directly into her throat. How could I help myself? Her sucking was just too desperate; just too exciting just too irresistible. On top of that I loved her. I would have given her anything but anything she wanted. That's how much of a fool I was.
'When she felt and tasted my come shooting into her throat, she literally went wild. It defies imagination! With one hand she grabbed my testicles and squeezed for all she was worth, trying to empty them of every last drop. With her other hand she kept squeezing the base of my swollen pecker and milking it upward, trying to hurry the flow. And with her mouth she speeded up that frantic, desperate pumping and sucking action of hers, trying to drain me of every ounce of fluid in my body.
'She would've drained me of every ounce, too, if I hadn't grabbed her head and shoved her away.'
Here we are dealing with a case history that is quite unique in many respects. First of all, our subject, Bradshaw, is not just another health and muscle-building enthusiast aspiring to win laurels in that field, but a scion of a very wealthy family. Secondly, he is a graduate of one of the more prestigious universities, having graduated cum laude. This accounts for his fluent and intelligent command of the English language. And thirdly, the object of his affections, Jenifer, is obviously a person of cultured background; for, as he points out in his narrative, she abounded in 'ladylike poise' and she resided in an affluent high-rise apartment.
The most unique aspect of this present case, however, is the pitiable condition of the subject. He is narrating from a hospital bed in an emaciated, critical stage of pneumonia, reduced from his former prime weight of 195 pounds when he was on the verge of entering the Mr. America contest to a mere 90 pounds of bone and skin. The experience he recounts must have indeed been extremely injurious to his physical well-being but on the other hand, we detect little if any psychological trauma.
Within the context of psychoanalysis, this case would seem to represent some kind of dilemma. Actually, however, when the various directions of human sexual activities are taken into account, the equation is simply one of circumstantial human tragedy. Circumstantial, that is, in that two people of like sexual proclivities chanced to meet, with the female having and being allowed to exert the stronger will.
In reviewing the essential nature of the fellatio and cunnilingus that was the preferred sexual expression of Bradshaw and Jenifer, it should be noted that the practice is first and foremost masturbation, or the pleasurable
