stimulation of sex organs for the purpose of erotic fulfillment. The fact that this form of masturbation is performed mutually and orally may distinguish it from private and digital masturbation, which nearly everyone indulges in, but it does not necessarily indicate an abnormality or social aberration. Quite the contrary, it has been revealed in recent surveys that a very large segment of our married population, including many in the higher planes of respectability, indulge in both fellatio and cunnilingus.
Many medical researchers feel that no sex act, including fellatio and cunnilingus needs social justification to be a factor of normal human behavior. For while it is true that mutual oral masturbation does not, in and of itself, produce offspring, it is nevertheless a fact that the stimulating effect is very often the cause of the coital union which does produce offspring.
No less an authority than Alfred C. Kinsey makes it clear that mouth-genital sexual contacts are statistically common not only among humans but among mammals in general, indicating that it is indeed a normal, instinctive act. In his Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, Kinsey states:
Among most species of mammals there is, in actuality, a great deal of sex play which never leads to coitus. Most mammals, when sexually aroused, crowd together and nuzzle and explore with their noses, mouth, and feet over each other's bodies. They make lip-to-lip contacts and tongue-to-tongue contacts, and use their mouths to manipulate every part of the companion's body, including the genitalia.
Hence it can be said that the novel thing about fellatio and cunnilingus between the human male and female is not that it exists, but rather that there are still strong social and legal restrictions against its practice in most states. Fortunately, however, the state in which the subject of this case history resided has a more liberal and progressive legal outlook on sex practices indulged in privately by consenting adults, particularly when the adults in question are married. Were it not so, it is doubtful whether Bradshaw would have spoken so freely and candidly, or whether his interviewer, even with Bradshaw's full name withheld, would have released the story.
From the strictly physiological standpoint, a very interesting question arises from this case: Why did Bradshaw's health deteriorate so drastically as the result of Jenifer's frequent and persistent fellatio, while hers not only failed to deteriorate but actually improved as the result of his equally frequent cunnilingus? Of course, there is the chance that other factors entered into their changing health pictures, though in this case it is a highly remote chance. The fact remains that physiologically, the orgasm of a man and that of a woman involve completely different processes.
Each and every orgasm of the male requires, for replenishment, the manufacture of millions of new spermatozoa (seeds of life), plus numerous grams of protein rich semen. The orgasm of the female, on the other hand, requires only a muscular spasm to prepare the way for the male sperm and the remanufacture of a lubricating fluid or 'come' that is basically of the same chemistry as saliva. In other words, the orgasm of the male involves much more glandular strain, chemical loss, and regenerative processes than the female whose climax is primarily an emotional-nervous reaction.
Hence, it is understandable why Bradshaw deteriorated while Jenifer thrived. The entire affair was one of him giving of his life substance to her and receiving back practically nothing for rejuvenation.
'This may strike you as strange and incredible, but I swear it's the truth: All through that first meeting of nakedness and sex with Jenifer, there wasn't a single minute of intercourse. There wasn't even a thought of it, not in my mind and certainly not in hers. After that first little teasing 'taste' she gave me of her delicious vagina, she became totally and relentlessly obsessed with feasting on me. And I had no choice, in my state of mind, but to let her. She actually had me believing that her feasting was an expression of her admiration and love, and that our sex juices were sort of 'health drinks' which she needed a lot more than I did. Naturally, I was more than willing, downright eager, to contribute to her 'health.’
'But, fool that I was, I had no idea how much she wanted me to contribute. 'Oh, darling,' she mooned right after we'd recuperated from our second naked 'banquet' the following day, which, incidentally, was a carbon copy of the first, with her literally draining me, 'you're so absolutely marvelous. What a tower of strength you are! And to think that you are generous and loving enough to give some of your great strength to poor, weak little me. Already I feel stronger, more invigorated.’
'Then she snuggled up real tight to me in her beautiful nakedness, kissed me very passionately on my mouth, at the same time fondling my penis and testicles, and said softly, kind of emotionally: 'Oh, Brad… I'm sorry… I just can't help myself. I'm in love with you. I've fallen desperately in love with you. Please, darling… please tell me that you love me too.’
'Yes, Jenifer,' I answered as I felt my penis begin to grow and throb in her hand, 'I do love you. I guess I've loved you since… ever since I first laid eyes on you in the gym.’
'I'm so glad… so thrilled! Isn't it just wonderful how fate has led us to each other? We really do need each other, you and I, don't we? And now that we know for sure that we're in love, we really shouldn't wait to get married, should we? We should get married right away even tomorrow, if you are willing. Please, Brad, darling, tell me that we can get married tomorrow.’
'I was hooked. The little vixen was weaving the final strands of her web around me and I was powerless to resist. I hesitated slightly before answering, but then she flopped back on the bed, spread her legs, and gave me another little taste of her delectable pink, juicy vagina, saying: 'After we're married, darling, my cunt will be all yours; then you can eat it as much as you want to.' So I dove in, my tongue lapping hungrily, and mumbled, 'Tonight… I'll get a preacher lined up tonight… and the first thing in the morning we'll get hitched.’
'And a moment later, just when I had her on the edge of coming, she rolled away, grabbed my dripping, rock-hard peter in her mouth and proceeded to drain me again.
'But let me tell you something: If you think Jen was pecker-hungry before our marriage, you should've seen her after. Believe me, the most voracious cannibals you've ever heard of were nothing compared to her! Already, as the result of her preliminary feasting on me, I'd lost five pounds, but the next year well, you can see easy enough. I'm wasted away to nothing. Instead of Mr. America, I've become Mr. Lilliput. The other day I overheard a nurse saying that she didn't know what was keeping me alive.
'However, to get back to my tale of woe, Jen was dead set against us going away on a honeymoon. She insisted that it was too much hassle and that I should immediately move in with her which I did, not being in the mood for any arguments. Besides, I was just as impatient as she for you know what. After all, she had promised me that I could have all I wanted, once we were married. The thought of it, even during the wedding ceremony, made my mouth water with anticipation.
'So as quick as I could, I got my few things moved over to her apartment. That done, Jen and I hurriedly put away a 'dinner' of two hard-boiled eggs, showered in one minute flat, then dashed into the bedroom and sprawled, naked as jaybirds, on the big double-size bed. I could see that her little pointed breasts were swollen and hard from the excitement of the occasion, and the lips of her vagina had sprung open of their own accord, revealing a glistening pool of juice on top of her neat little row of pink goodies. And, of course, she had her eyes riveted on my organs, now grown to foil size and beginning to show a big bubble of my own juice.
'Then I learned what a liar Jen was in getting me to marry her; for she never, but never, had any intention of giving me all I wanted.
'In a flash, with her eyes bugging out crazily and her mouth drooling saliva, she lunged at my crotch, muttering: 'Give it to me! Give it to me quick… I can't wait!' And the next instant she had me in a death grip, grasping and squeezing my fully erected penis in her hands, enveloping my aching testicles tightly in her hot, juice-filled mouth. The other two times before this she'd treated me to at least a sample of her vagina's sweetness, probably to lower my resistance, but now she wasn't so magnanimous. She was unleashing her particular brand of sexual passion with a mighty vengeance, bent on completely devouring me. Like a starved spider with a fat, succulent fly.
'The sudden, animal like viciousness of her attack and the obviousness of her deceit was a rude and bitter awakening in a way. But what could I do? I couldn't shove her head out of my crotch for fear of a big part of it being torn out with her. And I couldn't knock her out with a hard swat alongside the head because it's against my principles to hit a girl. In fact, I couldn't even bring myself to say, 'Stop!' Because what she was doing started to feel good real good. All I could do was lean back and watch and enjoy it to the hilt.
'What a sight! For quite a long time I watched my freakish but pretty little bride gobble away on my testicles, voraciously munching and sucking, doing her utmost to generate a great reservoir of come and succeeding and all the while squeezing and pumping slowly on my granite pecker which felt like it was ten feet long but actually hadn't grown beyond its normal four measly inches. True musclemen just don't have big peters, you know,
