Olivia Marsh - Expert Tongue Trippers

"'You don't mind about the not fucking bit?' I asked timidly, really curious.

"He shrugged, 'Should I? Listen, fucking is fun, but I like girls who use real talent. You have a good mouth for sucking cock.' With that, he urged my head down towards his belly.

"I kissed a wet trail down to Richard's cock, then ran my tongue over the head. During the months with Ron I'd become pretty good at it.

"'You like to tease, huh?' Richard grabbed me and rolled over, positioning himself over my body. Then he began to trail his tongue over my flesh, starting with my stiffening nipples and ending up on the insides of my thighs. I liked what he was doing, so I lifted my hips to his face. But Richard kept evading me, moving back as I strained toward him. It was an exciting game, especially since his hands were all over my body as his mouth teased but eluded me. I felt the sweet warmth rise in my belly.

"We wrestled on the bed awhile, teasing each other until neither of us could stand it any longer. Richard's hard prick was over my face at last, and his own mouth was finally lowering to my crotch. I reached up for him, and just as my mouth closed over his throbbing flesh, his knowing tongue was sipping into my cunt. I arched my back and squirmed until his mouth had found my hardening little clit. Then, sighing with pleasure, I turned my attention to sucking Richard's cock. I'd never done this with Ron, and the novelty of working on Richard while he aroused me was very exciting. I fitted my mouth around his prick and pulled him inside me, making a real effort to concentrate, a difficult chore especially since Richard's tongue was drumming steadily against my most sensitive flesh. I thought suddenly of what he'd said earlier, about real talent.

"I stood it as long as I could, then I had to go slack, even with his dick in my mouth. I couldn't help it, I was coming, and it was all I could do to keep from digging my sharp teeth into his rubbery length. I couldn't even cry out or yell my gratitude. Instead, I dug my fingers into his muscular butt and held on tightly. Finally, the waves passed and I was able to twitch my hips enough to pry myself loose from his wonderful tongue.

"As soon as I could, I got back to work on him. I used my lips, my tongue, my teeth, my throat, working on Richard's big cock like I'd invented the act. I sucked him slowly, teasing him, tickling him, making him cry out, grab for my head, beg me to finish him off.

"'Ooh, baby… Carole, you little bitch! No! No, don't stop… don't stop, baby… Oh, yes, that's it. No, no, don't… yes… keep that up, baby. Make me come… I'm going to explode right down your throat, Carole. Now! Yes, now… ‘

"I didn't relax my frantic licking and sucking a minute, not even when he started coming, pumping his thick cream down my eager throat. My knowing mouth kept working on him, milking the last drops from his balls. Finally he couldn't stand it any longer and forced my lips away from his shrinking joint.

"We rested awhile, smoking and touching each other. 'I think,' he said finally, extinguishing his cigarette in a large glass ashtray, 'I'd like to make you come without distractions this time. Like this.' He began kissing my body.

"I watched him in the dim light as he traced kisses over my nipples, down my side, across the insides of my thighs and down as far as my ankles. Then, as he slowly began to lick his way back up my legs I found myself going soft and warm all over again. Finally, his blond head hovered over my damp pussy while the very tip of his tongue started to inch up my cunt. He kept tongue-fucking for a few minutes, then moved on to my clitoris. It was stiffly awaiting his kiss, and when Richard began sucking on the tender knob, I began to sob softly, unable to plead with him to stop as I wanted him to never stop. I was fascinated by the cool way he attacked my cunt, forcing an orgasm to build in me even though I'd had one so recently. Finally, there was nothing left for me to do but grab his head and hold tightly as my hips ground into his face, offering up even more of my throbbing flesh to his wildly sucking mouth. I cried out as I came, mindless of the other in the house.

"I'd dozed lightly after that, only to be awakened by Richard's stiff cock pressing against my cheek. During the night we'd sleep, then awaken to tease or play with each other, until, just before dawn, we were fully awake, and again I cried out. But it didn't matter-I made Richard cry out also.

"We awakened sometime in the early afternoon, and when I first opened my eyes I couldn't remember where I was. Then I felt Richard against me and remembered every single detail.

"He woke up then also, blinking sleepily at me as his hand reached out for a cigarette. We grinned at each other as he sat up. Just then Clarkson walked into the room. I would have reached for the blankets but he was totally nude and perfectly relaxed.

"'Wow. It's about time you two revived. We were about to call the undertakers.'

"Elaine came to the door and grinned in at us. The smile was all she wore. 'I made some screwdrivers and eggs. We also found a deck of cards. Anyone up for a game of poker?'

" 'I can come up with a few interesting stakes.' Richard offered, really waking up.

"Elaine's eyes studied my body openly, hotly. 'So can I,' she breathed.

"As I followed the others out of the room I looked wistfully at my still closed suitcase. This would be a weekend to remember, I thought.

"Most definitely a weekend to remember… "

As Margaret Mead observed, the "bounds" set in the petting situation are usually set by the female, and Carole's case conforms to this pattern. The critical issue to remember in American courtship sex is to avoid pregnancy. In this game, whatever meets that requirement works, and in this case, the subject chose the practice of oral sex, both passive and active, to fulfill the needs of the body as well as the demands of society. To show just how prevalent this and related petting techniques are in America, we turn to Kinsey's analysis of sexual behavior:

Oral stimulation of the male genitalia by the female occurs somewhat less frequently than oral stimulation of the female genitalia by the male. Often the female makes such contacts only because she is urged to do so by the male, but there are a few females who initiate such activity and some who may be much aroused by it. A few may even reach orgasm as they manipulate the male genitalia orally. This greater inclination of the human male toward oral activity is duplicated among other species of mammals…

When confronted with these observations, Carole appeared nonplussed; the idea that she could be playing the game in any other way other than it should or could be played she found baffling. To be totally free sexually, to act out her desires completely without fear of censure, seemed to her inconceivable and "tacky" (to use her term) tramp-like behavior. On the other hand, she feels that she cannot function normally without a certain amount of gratifying sexual activity. Unless Carole is able to rise above and understand the nature of her sexual indoctrination, there seems little likelihood that she will develop a mature nonmanipulative relationship.

Roger's Way Was the Best Way

"Can you believe it? I've had the clap three times and I'm only seventeen. It's like every time I find a pussy to plug, I end up with a social disease. Three days after the fuck, I start dripping at the spout and it hurts like hell to piss.

"So it's off to another trip to the Health Department, and hope that they keep their promise of not telling my parents. Because my parents are real Bible-followers, and they'd crucify me if they thought I was fucking around. To them, I'm the best, most innocent guy in the world.

"That's not to say, by the way, that Pm-a goddamned sex fiend or anything. I mean, I don't spend my entire days running around the streets looking for something to fuck. I just take what comes along and is available. I'm not somebody to turn a cunt down, but I don't let the urge control my life.