Anthony Hammond - Hot Mouthed Nymphos

"For just an instant, my dad withdrew his face and tongue from my mom's cunt. 'C'mon, girl… shoot… fill my mouth with your sweet come! Shoot, girl… SHOOT!' Then he shoved his long tongue back into her gaping cunt-hole and fucked her with it more furiously than before.

"I couldn't help myself. With those hot, taunting words echoing in my ears, I jammed the hairbrush handle deep into my own juice-filled cunt, all of the way, then quickly sucked it into my mouth. I pretended that it was a real man-cock, hot and throbbing, spouting little droplets of real man-come. I move it back and forth in my mouth, sucking with the same desperation that my mother was sucking… feeling the orgasm build in my wildly pulsating groins.

"Then I heard mom's muffled, gasping voice as she momentarily released my dad's cock from her dripping mouth. 'Yes, pappa… I'm going to shoot! You're making me shoot! Yes, yes… keep sucking… keep fucking my cunt with your big cock-tongue… I'm coming… coming… cooommmiiinnnggg!!!' Then, writhing in unbearable ecstasy, she gulped down my dad's glistening wet prick again, sucking on it like she was trying to pull it out by the roots.

"My eyes were glued to them, not missing a single quiver of their passion-torn bodies. Then, when it seemed that mom had only pumped on dad's cock two or three times, he came, going into a great, violent convulsion. 'Ohhhhhh, maaaam-mmmaaaa… mmmmmmmmmmm… ' he moaned as he lifted his dripping face from mom's cunt. "That was great… great… GREAT!’

"Then about the time he uttered the last 'great,' it was my turn. My finger in my cunt hole and my make-believe man-cock in my mouth were the bombs, but the sight of my parents releasing their great passion in a gigantic come was the fuse that set off the explosion in me, giving me the biggest, wildest, most thrilling orgasm I'd ever had in my life. My come literally poured from my cunt, running down my thighs in rivulets of liquid fire, completely draining away all of my strength. Dimly I was conscious of slumping down on the floor of the closet in a limp, naked heap.

"In what seemed like a deep, euphoric dream hours later, but really only a minute or two later, I heard a voice whispering urgently very close to me. ‘Francine, honey… quick, get up and go to your room! Your pa's gone to the bathroom but he'll be back in a minute and then it'll be too late. C'mon, hurry!' It was my mom, of course, and mustering my little remaining strength, I gathered up my nightgown and did her bidding.

"That was beautiful, mom… really beautiful. Thanks a million for letting me watch,' I sort of mumbled as I left their bedroom and headed for my own.

"And mom answered hurriedly, rather matter-of-factly: ‘You're welcome, honey. I just hope that you learned something that will help to protect you when you get to New York. The whole idea of the sixty-nine you just saw is to have satisfying sex without getting pregnant… and without having to use those awful contraceptives. Good night, dear.’

"So that was sixty-nine? I thought when I got to my room and flopped in bed. How wonderful! How positively marvelous! But if the sight of it was so great, think of how much greater the actual experience will be, having a real man's cock in my mouth and a real man's tongue fucking away deep in my cunt jeepers! I could hardly wait to get to New York."

Before we consider the events that ensued after Francine's early introduction to oral-genital love-making, it would be well to review some of the more pertinent psychological aspects of both her own and her mother's thinking on the subject as we have seen it evidenced in her confession thus far. First, there was her very candid admission that her desire for sex up to the time of her parents' orgiastic display was almost quiescent, for she had preempted it by her ambition for an advertising career. Since the strongest of human instincts, according to Freud and other leading psychoanalysts, is the instinct for sex, it would seem, at first glance, that she was either extremely dedicated to her career or extremely frigid. Though, as it turned out, neither hypothesis would be correct.

The fact of the matter was simply that Francine had subconscious compulsions outside the area of "normal" sex drives involving "conventional" intercourse between male and female. When she was made the object of sexual overtures by the various boys in the neighborhood of her farm, she resisted them easily on the premise that to yield and expose herself to the possibility of pregnancy would endanger her planned career; whereas the real likelihood was that she resisted because the idea of genital-genital sex just did not offer sufficient appeal and stimulation.

Why wouldn't conventional sex with the boys she knew from the adjacent farms excite a girl like r Francine? Subsequent to the completed interview with her, the psychiatrist with whom she was consulting diagnosed her as a "pathological oralist as the direct result of parental influences and a hypererogenous oral cavity." In other words, she entertained an inbred fear of pregnancy that reflected the more or less overt fear of her parents; she was made graphically aware of a safe and sexually satisfying alternative through the exhibit of her parents as they engaged in fellatio-cunnilingus (sixty-nine); and to further diminish her interest in-normal, conventional coitus, she had a congenital over concentration of sexually excitable nerves in her mouth, probably inherited from her parents.

Then, too, it must be conceded that Francine put great stock in the example of her parents, respecting them immensely for providing her with a good and happy childhood upbringing that could set the stage for a prestigious career in advertising. She especially seems to have respected her mother for showing her the sixty-nine way to contraceptive sex, never doubting in her adolescent naivetй that her mother put on the highly erotic show for any other reason than teaching. Even if she had the maturity and presence of mind to detect a strong exhibitionistic tendency in her mother, it is still highly unlikely that she would have thought ill of it; for what is most apparent in the foregoing narrative is the basic similarity in the natures of mother and daughter.

Francine came by her pathological oralism honestly, we have to grant that. Also, it is quite apparent from the interview up to this point that her parents who bequeathed to her their strong oralistic natures are not suffering any neuroses, guilt complexes or loss of community status because of their choice of sex. But what of Francine herself? She won't have the privacy and security and maturity of her parents when she gets to New York. She will be strictly on her own and to learn how she fared we must now continue with the second and final segment of her narrative.

"This morning after my mom showed me what sixty-nine was all about, my dad took me bright and early in his pickup truck to the bus depot in town. He had a happy, abstract expression on the way there, and spoke very little; but that didn't hurt my feelings any because I knew he was recalling the wild orgy with my mom the night before and, deep down, was sorry to see me go. Golly, what a bulge he had at his fly! His thoughts were giving him a tremendous hard on, and, I swear, if he hadn't been my own father I would have been tempted to haul it out and suck on it. To be perfectly honest, I was also recalling that torrid scene of the night before and carrying a hard on. A clit hard on. And on top of that, I could feel myself getting a tongue hard on. Wasn't that terrible?

"But then, thank heaven, we arrived at the bus depot and I got my mind on other things. There was the business of getting my tickets to New York, checking my suitcases and all that, not to mention the problem of getting a good seat at the very rear of the bus. Why the rear? Well, I'd heard that it is more private back there, that's why. If my thoughts of mom and dad playing sixty-nine got me excited again and in the mood to diddle myself, I wanted to be where I had the least chance of being spied on not during the day, of course, but after dark. A girl friend of mine once told me that she even got screwed on the back seat of a bus after dark, without any of the other nearby passengers noticing.