Mike Phillips - The many tongues of love

I lifted her legs in the air and pushed them up over her shoulders to frame her head. I bent down and kissed her, and my cock rubbed against her asshole. I was hard as a rock again, and I was surprised to feel the marvelous sensation on the tip when I moved it over the anal opening. I knew I would be able to have another orgasm! I had been afraid that the climax in the darkroom was all for that day!

She held her feet over her head as I brought my head down to her cunt again, and her asshole, which was wide-spread before me. I licked her pussy and then moved down ever so slowly to her anus. I lightly tongued it, just enough to send a bolt of electricity through her body.

"Ahhhhhhhh! Yes, tongue my asshole! Stick your tongue up it! I love you! I love you!" I had never seen her like this, so alive, so excited. I was crazed with the realization of what I was doing to her and I only stuck my tongue out faster and harder than I normally would have. I wanted to do everything double, triple, to make everything more than it was. I wanted my tongue to slide all the way up her asshole and fuck her like a cock would.

I clamped my lips to the hard opening to her anal canal and shoved my tongue out. It was hard at first, but she relaxed the muscles enough to get the tip of my tongue up her.

"Make love to my asshole, suck it, fuck it with your tongue! Carey, I love you!" she screamed, so I loud I was sure the people next door could hear her! I bolted my tongue as deep into her asshole as I could and she cried and banged her head on the bed.

Then she let her feet drop, and shoved a few fingers up her pussy and masturbated as I licked her asshole again and again, each time just touching the bottom of her pussy lips. She was in ecstasy, and in a moment she was near her peak.

"I'm coming, Carey, I'm coming!"

I lapped harder and harder, waiting for it, waiting for her body to shake and rattle and then grow silent in pleasure.

"I want you to take it, honey! Get ready!" She jammed her hand in and out of her pussy as I still kept licking her asshole.

"NOW!" she screamed, grabbing my hair, forcing my face to her cunt. My tongue picked up where her fingers had left off and all of a sudden my face was warm and wet, taking a bath in her feminine fluids drowning in her love juices. I sucked and sucked and swirled my tongue over every inch of her cunt until she just gave up and let her body be wracked by sobs. She relaxed and I licked the wetness off her, pussy lips and lay my head on her thigh…

We stayed like that for about ten minutes, and then I moved up, into her arms, and we kissed and rolled around on my bed. Our passions were enflamed, once again and I started licking her tits and biting her nipples. She ran her hands over my body and slowly moved her head back down to my crotch: I did the same to her. We were in a sixty-nine position before we knew it.

I shot my tongue into her pussy and she took my hard cock in her mouth. Each time I bolted my tongue in and out of her crack, she moved down my shaft. Our fingers were playing in each other's assholes, lightly fucking each other there, which enflamed our passions even more. I felt my come building up again, and knew I was gonna shoot another good load down her beautiful young throat. My cock swelled in her mouth, just as her tiny clit hardened under my wet caresses. I held her tight and buried my head between her legs as my orgasm came, almost silently. It flowed from me in long agonizing gushes, filling her mouth to the spilling point.

It was then I sensed the presence of a third person in the room. You guessed it. Mother dear, watching her son sucking his girl, watching her son's big fat cock shooting its semen into a woman's mouth! Her face was red-purple – and she looked as if she were about to explode. I moved into a sitting position, really stunned. Rhoda was in shock – she was unable to say a word, terrified, and tried to cover herself with the blankets. Come was still visible all over her chin.

I was about to say something when the scream came. Mother stood there and let out the worst scream I have ever heard in my life! Dad shouted from the bottom of the stairs and ran up them in time to see me stand up, still with an erection dripping of come, trying to think of something to say.

"Filth! Filthy pigs, disgusting pigs! Get that slut out of my house… sucking your thing… filthy degenerate pig!" Mother was shaking. Dad didn't know what the hell to do or say. I wanted to shout back, but I thought of Rhoda first, and slammed the door in Mother's face and locked it. She stood out there beating on it for a few minutes, calling us all kinds of names, but Dad finally got her away. I think he dragged her down the hall, the one time in all the years I had been alive that he finally exerted some force over her!

Rhoda broke into tears, and I held her – she was confused. But we talked, and I told her about my mother and how difficult life was with her, I was determined that she would not ruin my relationship with Rhoda, and although it was my fault for leaving the door open and all, I was glad I did it because it put me in a position of having to be truthful.

I told Rhoda I was moving out of my parents' house, I told her I was exclusively oral. I told her what my parents were really like. I told her about them fucking obscenely on the living room floor. I told her I loved her and wanted us to have a chance together.

And we walked out of that house, together, past Mother and Dad. We told them we were in love and that we liked sex and would share all kinds of it. Mother screamed, "Not in my house!" again and we assured her she was right, never again in her damn house!

"I rented an apartment three days ago. Rhoda is going to live with me and maybe, after the influence of my mother wears off, we'll even be able to fuck regularly."

Carey is a typical paranoid character. His only hope for recovery depends on his ability to relinquish his identification with his aggressive mother and come to terms with this aggression he has assimilated from her which, as part of him, he projects upon others.

Now that Carey has left home, and his overprotective mother, he has a better chance of being free psychically, however, he takes his parental situation along with him in his unconscious. Because of the intensity and prolonged quality of his relationship with his mother, Carey now has characteristics – paranoia, sadism, cannibalism – which could even develop into real criminal manifestations in his later life.

As severe as Carey's case seems to be, it is not an unusual development. His Jewish upbringing so characteristic of a middle-class American life dominated by a father whose role in life has been restricted to providing, and a mother who tries to find meaning in life through an overpossessive attitude toward her children, created Carey's situation and many others of similar character, fixated at one level of sexual development or another. Carey is not so much typically a Jewish son as he is typically an American boy.

Examining the present set of narratives gathered together under a single theme – oralism – one cannot fail to be impressed with the wide-ranging changes in attitude that have led to the current sexual revolution among young people. The general acceptance of oralism and other extra vaginal (or non-genital-to-genital) means of attaining sexual satisfaction has been attested to by the current popularity of marriage manuals and other sources of sex education in which these practices are rather prominently featured.

These changes, bolstered thus by the proliferation of sex education manuals and other educational aids, have led to what many consider a complete reversal of sexual attitudes, as Albert Ellis observes in the Encyclopedia of Sexual Behavior: