like a pile driver. Oh, glory, how I wanted that! How I needed it! I'd never had a man's long, hot, electric tongue in my pussy before but I had heard about the thrill of it, and dreamed of how good it would be. Only it was better far, far better than I'd ever dreamed and hoped.
'Course, I don't remember everything he did in my hot, wide-open pussy with his tongue he did so many things, with my mind so dazed and all. But wow! was it ever crazy. The craziest feelin' I'd ever had, like my whole insides was dancin' and leapin’ with joy. I remember feelin' his tongue sweepin' real hard and hungrily all up and down between my swollen pussy lips, lappin' up my juices as they poured out of my hole. And I remember his mouth suckin' in my hard, throbbin' little clit, and sort of munchin' on it, and his long dagger of a tongue stabbin' at my peehole, and then plungin' into my pussyhole as far as it would go, which wasn't too far 'cause the biggest thing that was ever in there was the old farmer's finger. But, course, Reggie's hot, quiverin' tongue was a thousand times more excitin' than any finger could be. It sort of made me feel like… like I was at last gettin' screwed!
'Oh, I wanted to get screwed so bad then! My pussy was jus' achin' and cryin' to get screwed… by a real man dick… by Father Reggie's big, hard man dick. But he had other ideas. And, in a way, I was glad 'cause he made me come with his tongue pushin' in and out of my hot, juicy little pussyhole. It was such a big come that golly, I'm kinda ashamed to admit it I not only gushed out a flood of boilin' hot come juice… but I pee'd. Honest. I pee'd rig hi smack in Reggie's face!
'Gosh oh gee, I'm sorry!' I stammered as I looked down and saw his long hair and beard all drippin' wet. But you know what? Reggie didn't mind. He… he even liked it. 'Oh, my sweet, tender love child, don't be sorry,' he muttered with a real happy smile. 'It was beautiful, jus' beautiful, bein' baptized in the holy waters of your succulent virgin cunt. C'mon, little angel sister from heaven, you may give me more of your golden blessing… if you have any more left.' Then he dove back into my open pussy-gash, his long animal tongue lappin' away faster than ever.
'Only now he wasn't stay in' right there in my pussy. Oh, no. Reggie wanted to taste everything down there in my crotch, not jus' my pussy meat. He wanted to taste my asshole, too! In less than a second, I remember, I actually felt his hot tongue, all hard and pointed and drippin', pushin' into my little, puckered asshole. Ugh! I thought at first, How nasty! But then… then it started feelin' sort of good… and… and it got better 'n' better, the more he did it. Pretty soon he had his whole tongue buried way up deep in my ass, while at the same time he was reachin' around and jerkin’ off my clit.
'Holy jumpin’ jiminy! Talk about hot, way-out sensations that was the most. In less than a minute, there I was, comin' again, wigglin' all over that damn table like mad, spoutin' juice like an oil gusher, feelin’ jus' exactly like I was gettin' screwed and takin' a shit at the same time. Excuse me, I mean, goin’ number two. Anyway, you could’ve heard my moanin' and groanin' as far away as the moon.
'Then believe it or not ‘bout a minute after, when Reggie had finished gobblin' up all my goop, I heard him announce to the others that he'd finished with the first course’ and now it was their turn to eat on me. My initiation into the family had only jus' begun.'
Interrupting Karen's dialogue briefly, we should take note of that which is most apparent in her unfortunate situation: the tragedy of the child in a home that is not only broken up by parental division but chronic alcoholism and cruelty as well. It is an all too typical and prevalent tragedy of a very young girl in her most impressionable formative years, virtually orphaned in her own home and forced to seek elsewhere for the love and sense of belonging that is her birthright.
Reflecting the prevalence in modern times of this type of situation, it is reported that nearly a million female juveniles run away from home in the U.S. every year; approximately ten percent of them do not return. Indeed, many are not even heard from again by their parents until after they have become adults, and many just vanish completely. All too often, when one or the other parent learns the whereabouts of their young daughter, they learn it from prisons, hospitals for narcotic addicts and morgues.
The so-called 'families' or 'communes' of young people that are multiplying by leaps and bounds in our society are a direct outgrowth of the burgeoning irresponsibility of parents, according to recent sociological surveys. Moreover, it is deemed a 'defensive mechanism' of disenchanted youth that should not be harshly criticized. It is axiomatic that birds of a feather flock together, and, as a rule, the flocking together is a subconscious striving for sympathy and love and survival, though sometimes, as in the case of Reggie's 'family,' there is an immaturity that leads to various dangerous excesses.
The dangerous excesses in this instance, according to the analyst who studied Karen's case history for possible remedial therapies, were the use of hallucinatory drugs, especially LSD, to escape from reality. The oral sex orgies, significantly, were not adjudged a serious problem. The reasons were twofold: Firstly, the strictly oralistic nature of the group sex precluded the possibility of fixation or promiscuity that could lead to pregnancy; secondly, there seems to be a 'naturalness' to oral sex that places it in the category of masturbation and minimizes the possibility of neurosis, such as might set in with an unnatural, aberrant type of group sex. Concerning the latter, Robert Street states in his book Modern Sex Techniques:
The practice of oral connection, in which the male and female genitals are stimulated directly by mouth, lip, or tongue rhythms, receives little attention and considerable neglect in printed discussions of human sexual habits… To begin with, the practice is completely normal. When millions engage in it, and additional millions suppress the tendency, it can scarcely be regarded as otherwise… If the practice of oral connection be analyzed with an open mind, it will be found that the prejudices regarding it have no basis in fact; that a distorted imagination is largely responsible for a negative attitude.
In support of the above opinion, John S. Yankowski stated in The Yankowski Report on Premarital Sex: Some 87 percent of all male respondents reported the experience passively of heterosexual fellation sometime between age 14 and 35… 22 percent of all females reported experience of heterosexual cunnilingus sometime between age 14 and 35… Interestingly enough, while 22 percent of all females have experienced an act of heterosexual cunnilingus at some time or another during their lives, 21.5 percent have experienced all cunnilingual activity with males on whom they have performed acts of fellatio.
In short, our subject, Karen, can hardly be considered abnormal, or even promiscuous, in her apparent enjoyment of the initiation ritual in the 'home' of Reggie's 'family.' The only problem is the extent to which the prolonged and highly concentrated group oralism might have effected her future outlook on coital sex in marriage. For it is sometimes true, say many leading sexologists, that a person can become so taken with one kind of sexual pleasure that other kinds lose their appeal completely.
We continue now with Karen's narrative:
'Yeah, I don't mind tellin' ya that my feelin's were a little hurt by Father Reggie's decision to let those other seven kids eat on me. 'Cause there I was on that table, legs spread real wide, with my wide open, drippin' pussy all pushed out and beggin' to be screwed by him, and he wasn't even wantin' to screw me, like I didn't have one little speck of sex appeal. Damn! I thought, ain't I ever gonna lose my cherry? And Father Reggie had such a pretty dick, too. Much bigger'n that old farmer I had sucked off. And cleaner lookin'.
'Then he noticed me admirin’ his big stiff dick with its beautiful set of satiny balls hangin' underneath. 'Don't worry, sweet little angel sister,' he said with an appreciative smile as he took a big drag off another fella's cigarette, 'I wasn't going to leave you go hungry. Now you jus' move your pretty baby face over to the side of the table, and while your new lovin' brothers and sisters are joinin' in the holy initiation banquet, your Father Reggie will start feedin' you.’
'Yeah, man, if Karen is gonna be one of us, she's gotta learn how to give head,' said the boy whose name was Lance.
'She doesn't know how lucky she is, gettin' to suck on Reggie's sweet cock and balls,' put in the girl named Joanne as she took a couple of pills from a little bottle and passed it on to the boy standin' next to her.
'And if she's real lucky,' added Betty as she eyed Reggie's big erection and sort of licked her chops, 'she'll get to drink some of his delicious, heavenly come.’
'By this time I'd moved my face over to the side of the table like I was told. Actually, in the state I was in, I think I would've reached to the stars to get a mouthful of that meat I'd been promised. And a second later, there it was, stickin' out within inches of my face, aimed straight at my wide-open, droolin' mouth. Quickly, lest he change his mind and take it away, I grabbed the base of it with one hand and snagged his swollen balls in the other, tuggin' all of those delicious-lookin' goodies still closer.
'Through my glazed vision I could see the big bead of juice at his peehole, and I couldn't wait to gather it up
