Otto Gerbert - Oral Zone

It should be obvious to anyone who has ever watched an extremely young child that one of the first uses of his mouth is the examination of the world around him. In addition to seeking out and touching objects, he also places objects in his mouth to taste them and to suck on them. Some authorities relate this to a desire for nourishment, while many others believe the sucking response is an end in itself, apart from any need for gratification of the hunger urge.

One mother who consulted a doctor for help reported with obvious horror her discovery of her six month old twin boys, whom she had left naked and asleep in their crib one hot summer night, lying in a close sixty-nine position, eyes still closed, drowsily but enthusiastically sucking on each other's penis!

It was obviously a coincidental juxtaposition of their bodies which had caused them to react in their usual manner-which involved an exploration of the immediate area with their mouths. The mother's borrow was augmented by the fact that the boy's organs were standing up erected like tiny pointing lingers and she immediately feared (presumptuously and illogically) that both her sons had been born homosexual.

It is, of course, easier for children to carry their oral explorations on if at least one member to the accidental act is a boy. Even so, the accidental aspect of any such situation precludes it from occurring very frequently. More often than not, whenever an extremely young child is involved in an act of oral sex, he or she is promoted into the act by someone who is older.

An unfortunate instance of this came to light in a psychiatrist's files on a thirty-five year old man who contacted the doctor in an effort to cure a habit which involved an incestuous form of oral sex.

The subject was obviously suffering from a severe guilt complex as a result of his compulsive behavior, and seemed almost eager at times to tell of his sins.

Before getting married," he said, "I never did have much of a sex life. Oh, I dated a few girls in high school, but I was much too shy to do anything with them. A lot of times I never even got a good night kiss. In college I used to listen to the guys tell about their conquests, and I felt very envious of them because I was still a virgin.

There was this one girl in college who was a real dog, but the fellows all said she put out if you were real desperate. Well, by that time I was real desperate, all right, so I asked for a date, and she said okay. I figured I could park in some dark spot, so I wouldn't have to look at her. At least it would be better than masturbating, I thought, and I wouldn't have to feel so damned immature for still being a virgin at twenty-one.

So we went out. I took her to an art movie way over on the other side of town so no one would see us together, then to a dark bar for a couple of drinks where I could bolster my courage with some booze before embarking on my great adventure.

I guess I was pretty nervous before the bar closed. I guess I was pretty nervous about the whole thing, and I even thought about chucking the entire idea and taking her home. Then I realized it was now or never, so I drove as fast as I could up to a lovers' lane I knew about, where it was dark and you could see the lights of the city way down below. I cut the motor and lights, turned on the radio for some soft, romantic music, and reached out for her.

I guess she'd been through the routine before, because she wasn't bashful. She didn't stop me when I unbuttoned her blouse and put my hand in, working the fingers under the bra to feel her tits. She had pretty good-sized boobies, all right, and I could feel the tip harden up against my palm. That wasn't all that was hardening, either. My prick was standing up firm and straight against my pants, and the idea that finally I was going to get laid didn't do me any harm in that department either.

But when I reached down under her skirt, she stopped me by gripping my wrist with her hand. I figured she was just teasing, so I kept on, but the harder I tried to get my hand up between her legs, the more she fought me off. I asked her what in hell was the matter, and she said that she was sorry but she couldn't. She hadn't wanted to tell me when I'd asked her for a date, because she thought I wouldn't want to take her out.

She was in the middle of her period!

I was getting pretty frustrated by that time. I guessed Fate really had it in for me. My first real chance to get a piece of ass, and she has to have her period. It was probably why none of the other guys were dating her that weekend. I even wondered if maybe some of them had sort of conned me into dating her, as a practical joke, knowing this would happen.

I muttered a few pretty choice curses and reached for the ignition key to get the hell out of here, but her hand stopped me. Her hand stopped me by moving down on my thigh, and palm spread, and then gliding over to the front of my pants, which was bulging out. She patted and stroked me down there, and she said that she didn't mean for me to get hung up, that she'd take care of me. She smiled in the darkness of the car, and I could see her teeth flash. Without any hesitation, she unzipped the front of my trousers, reached in and untangled my stiff dick from the underwear.

I'd never had a girl hold me down there and I had to admit that the touch was pretty exciting, much more so than when I did it myself. I thought she was going to jerk me off, but she had something else in mind.

She licked her lips and said that I looked good enough to eat. Then, before I realized what was happening, she bent her head into my lap and with one hand firmly holding my dick, she started kissing and licking the top of it. At first I could hardly believe what was happening. But in a moment the pleasure was so intense I believed it all right. Her mouth went all around the top of my dick, with that tongue of hers snaking in and out to just lightly touch the very top, and I could feel her teeth nipping now and then at the flesh.

I swear I nearly went right through the roof. And then her whole mouth opened wide and moved down as though she wanted to swallow the whole thing at once. Then she moved her head back up, with the lips tightly gripping the shaft of my throbbing dick all the way. All I could see was the top of her head moving up and down, up and down, but I could feel everything she was doing down there-which was plenty.

When I could feel myself coming, I took hold of her head and held it down over me, while I lifted up my hips to force my dick farther up into her mouth. She struggled and tried to make some sounds to tell me to let go of her. I guess she didn't want to have my orgasm in her mouth, but I was so worked up I didn't want her to get away. I just grabbed her hair, held onto it, and kept pumping my dick up and down in her mouth until I came.

Wow, that was an experience. I'd never had an orgasm so great, and I was pretty sure that even straight screwing wouldn't be that great.

After I took her home, I ran into a couple of guys who asked me what happened. I played it casual and shrugged and said that she'd sucked me off, what else? They were pretty envious, you can bet.

"After that, I had a few more dates with the girl. I even laid her in the back seat of the car one night. But it was uncomfortable back there, and I couldn't seem to arrange myself right, and-well, to tell the truth, it wasn't as much fun as I'd expected.

When I was finished with college, I got this job with the engineering firm. I had a few dates with some of the girls in the office, but most of them working there seemed to be married or wanted to introduce me to their old maid sisters or cousins. And the ones I did go out with, even if they'd let me pet them or screw them, didn't go for the oral bit. Once I had one of them over at my apartment and we were on the bed naked and fooling around, and I wiggled around and thrust my stiff dick into her face. She got a funny look on her face and asked me what the hell I was doing. I told her I wanted her to kiss it, to suck on it, and to put it in her mouth and chew on it. Instead of doing any of that, she slapped my face, called me a god-damned pervert for wanting her to do a dirty thing like that-and she got up, put on her clothes, and never dated me again. It didn't matter so much about that, because I never really liked her very much, but I hated to lose a good piece of ass.