Gerald Summers - The Mouth Merchants

Out of the Mouths of Babes…

"Hey, quit being so fucking serious, will you? Just because this is a big deal interview, well, does that mean it can't be fun? You're acting like a sex club is something evil… and it's not! It's a groove, a gas; shit, man, it's saving my life and my marriage. Is that anything to feel ashamed about?

"Look at it this way. Anything that turns you on, and doesn't hurt anybody else, well, hell, that's got to be great. Look, I must smoke about five packs of cigarettes a day and I must consume at least a gallon of diet colas, tea, coffee, and booze every day. Now, you figure that out and that means my mouth is constantly busy. Right? So I'll bet health nuts would be appalled at that information… screw 'em' It's my life, and my body, and if it makes me happy to do that to my body it shouldn't be anybody's business but mine. Right? And the same goes for a sex club, or swappers, or any of that stuff. If it makes the members happy… it's nobody else's business, right? Now we could sit here and discuss deep, meaningful, Freudian implications until we both drop dead, but that wouldn't change anything. Or we could talk about cancer scares, but that wouldn't change anything either. You gotta do what you gotta do. As I said, if it doesn't hurt anybody else, who cares?

"My first husband and I broke up after only three years of marriage. He was a nice guy and all that stuff, a good provider, yak and clack. But he was a real square in bed. He thought oral sex was a perversion! Are you ready for that? We had so goddam many arguments about it, and that constant hostility led to arguments about everything, that we finally agreed to cut it off. Nothing is worth being up tight about all the time. Nothing. Then I met Mark. Oh hey! I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me… when I married the first time, I was a virgin. I'd read a few of the sex manuals and learned about oral sex, but I could never get my husband to cooperate with me, to even try it. But Mark was something else again.

"I met him at a party. He told me he was a lawyer, that his specialty was corporate law, and what with one thing and another, he asked me for a date on the following night He was groovy looking, sort of the James Coburn type, and I agreed. If you can't bag H doctor, a lawyer's the next best thing. Right? They're both r gone a lot and they both make a lot of money. Crazy.

"Mark picked me up at my apartment at 8:30 sharp the next evening, looking dapper in a dark blue suit with a red pinstripe and wearing a brightly colored paisley tie. Really slick. I like men who are sharp dressers. As for me, I know I'm not a raving beauty, but I've got a damned good figure and terrific legs, so I favor the mini and did the moment it hit the fashion scene. At that time, I'd already been divorced for about two years and had been sort of playing the field. Oh sure, I went to bed with a few of the guys, but I wasn't what you'd call promiscuous or anything. And dammit, every time I'd want to try out this oral sex stuff, the guy would look shocked as all hell and then I'd never hear from him again. We're living in a world of mental lepers, know that?

"Anyway, Mark took me out to dinner at a very nice roadside restaurant up the coast, we danced, drove back to a small bistro not too far from my place and had a nightcap, and then he brought me home. He walked me to the elevator, came up with me to my door, and pulled me to him to kiss me good-night. Mark wasn't like the others… he didn't hesitate or wonder whether or not I'd let him kiss me on the first date, or even if I wanted him to or not… he wanted to, so he did! Now that's a man! And he knew how to kiss a girl, too. He didn't fool around. That tongue of his snaked right into my mouth and washed me out real good, his hands were strong and firm on my buttocks I could feel his dong through the material that separated us, feel it hot and twitching. And the next thing I knew, Mark had his hand up under my mini, working his fingers against the flimsy pantyhose crotch, tickling, my pussy hairs. Oh wow! That did it! I managed to break the kiss long enough to suggest that we get out of thehall and into my apartment before we got arrested.

"As soon as we were inside, Mark began to kiss me again, and this time he managed to roll down the top of my pantyhose far enough to get his fingers right on my hot snatch. I could feel his strong warm fingers sliding all over my crotch, slipping in my hot juices. I was so fucking wet down there it was almost embarrassing! But the feeling he was giving me was wild and his fingers kept working my cunt, rubbing up and down, around and around, with a light but strong touch on my slimy pussy that was driving me nuts. I couldn't help shoving my hips toward his hand, grinding myself against his busy fingers, and I was about ready to go right out of my gourd if I didn't get fucked soon.

"I don't remember exactly how, but the next thing I knew Mark and I were on my bed, both of us stark naked and he kept fingering my snatch, kissing my tits, and talking dirty things like how he was gonna fuck me, how he was going to take his big hot cock and shove it all the way up my cunt until I couldn't stand it anymore things like that. Oh wow! Did he turn me on talking like that! All the time that big whang of his was poking into my flesh against my leg, and he was finger-fucking me but keeping his thumb on my clitoris, pushing at it like a doorbell, and all I could do was squirm and writhe under his artful touch. When he wasn't talking dirty to me, or kissing my tits, he was shoving his tongue deep into my mouth and I could no longer resist my need to get really layed. I took his prick in my hand, feeling how hot and hard it was, and started to massage it, to pump on it, to get him so hot he'd have to fuck me properly. He had a beauty of a hard on, and I wanted that dong of his right up inside my cunt and fucking the holy hell out of my aching, lonely vagina.

"As if I had him on a lead, I finally got Mark to get on top of me, and I guided his big cock toward the core of my passion, pressing my pelvis forward slowly so that I could feel how his cock filled my vagina, stretched that hole real nice, and gave myself up entirely to letting him fuck me. I could feel his engorged penis sliding in and out of me, in and out, almost effortlessly, feel the head of his prick, that bulbous ridge of it, edging its way inside of me, causing a wild friction on the walls and muscles of the vagina, feel how it slipped against each tiny ridge and crevice of my wet and hungry hole until the tip of his glans would gently strike against my cervix and his big balls would slap lightly against the cheeks of my ass. Mark kept nuzzling at my neck with his lips, giving me tiny bites and hundreds of tiny kisses, but never letting up on his fucking of me, his hands kneading at my breasts beneath his hairy chest.

"Almost delirious with wanting to come, pushed my pelvis at him harder, yelling at him to fuck me hauler, harder, writhing and twisting my torso to get that great big hard cock of his all the way up inside of me. I threw my legs up into the air so that he could shove it into me real good, and doing that seemed to trigger Mark's own need because he began to piston into me, slamming into me hard. I could barely stand the exquisite pain and joy of being so royally fucked, of feeling my cunt so hot and ready that I could feel my juices running down the cheeks of my ass and the way his balls made a slapping sound against me. Then Mark started grunting, gasping out that he was going to come any second, any second, and hearing that, knowing that he would be popping off soon, really sent me into orbit. My cunt seemed to bloat up, beating and pulsing-with sensation, and finally I began to spasm over and over around Mark's throbbing cock even as it had begun to shoot its come into me in wildly thrilling, hot, spurts of semen. It was a glorious fuck-for both of us, I knew.