Olivia Marsh - Expert Tongue Trippers

"She was so talented with her pussy that it felt like she was milking the come right out of me. And then, at one point when she got on top of me and started riding my cock, I thought sure she was going to pull the poor thing right off my body. It was great!

"So after a good half hour of pouring cock to her -sliding it in all the way, pulling out, jamming, ramming the thing-I shot off a second time. And Gretchen, during the bouts with my tongue and my cock, managed to pop off her rocks about four times.

"So it was a good afternoon. In fact, I was sort of anxious to stay around for another bout, but Gretchen told me she had to get ready for a date that night. And another couple of fucks, I guessed.

"For three days I was on top of the world. My chest was about three times bigger than it had been before I got to Gretchen, and for the first time in my life I really felt like a man.

"And then on the fourth morning, my prick burned when I took a piss. But I didn't pay any attention to it. And later when I took another piss, it burned more. And when I looked down in my underwear, I saw these sort of brown spots. And the little pee hole was blocked with some sort of dried secretion. Man, I was scared shitless.

"Luckily, there was a guy at school-a teacher, but a neat guy-who I could talk to. I went and saw him after school. I explained what was happening to me and right off he sent me to the health department. That's when I first met Dr. S-. We got to know each other real well in the next year.

"I got the shots and then ratted on Gretchen. I gave her name. Shit, why not? If she's out fucking, she ought to at least have the common sense and decency to make sure she hasn't got the clap.

"I saw Gretchen about a week after I'd turned her name in, and for a second or two I thought she'd kill me. But she didn't. All she did was tell me she was sorry she'd given me the clap. And then she thanked me for letting her know. Ain't that the shits?

"So that was the first case. Of course, I was scared to death at first that my parents would find out, and second that the disease would somehow affect me. But neither of those things happened. In just a few days, all the symptoms left and my parents weren't told a thing. Thank God for small favors.

"My second case of clap came under circumstances that were a little different. You see, I got mixed up in this really weird scene.

"It was the first warm weekend of the year, so some buddies and I decided to head for the beach. And believe it or not, the place wasn't very crowded. You could actually find a place for your towel without fighting the herd first.

"Anyway, we spent a couple of hours there, and during that time I struck up a conversation with this good-looking gal who'd spread out her towel just a few feet from mine. She was a little older than me, but what the hell difference does that make.

"And she was on the make, too. I could tell that. Only she wasn't on the make for me. She was, I guessed, looking for somebody her own age or even older. But there weren't any of those types around.

"Her name, she said, was Sue and she was there with her two roommates. I never even got the other girls' names.

"We bullshitted a long time and I could tell that I was entertaining her. Especially since there weren't any of the type of studs around that she was looking for. So by the time the end of the afternoon came, and she hadn't found anybody that she was interested in, she made up her mind that having me was better than having nothing, so she came out with an invitation to come up to her apartment.

"I'd been waiting for hours for that invitation, and now that I'd gotten it, it was time to go home. The guy who'd drove me down was ready to go. He hadn't found anything to fuck.

"So I explained my problem to Sue, who held a conference with her roommates, and within just a minute or two, all of my buddies and me were invited to Sue's apartment. And her girl friends came along, too.

"Man, what a swinging orgy we had that afternoon. There were bodies all over that apartment. And we didn't even have to go through any preliminaries. 'Cause by the time we got to the apartment, everybody knew exactly why we were going. Sue told them. She wasn't the reserved type.

" ‘We're having a sex party,' she said as we were walking towards her place, 'so if anybody's shy, unwilling or unable, they'd better find someplace to go to for an hour or so.'

"Would you believe me if I told you that in the next hour and a half I fucked all three of those gals. Man, I was in seventh heaven.

"We stripped down as soon as we got inside Sue's front door and the action started. And it didn't stop until everybody was exhausted.

"Since I'd sort of started off by talking to Sue, I got my choice of fucks. So, just to be polite, I picked Sue. And just a few seconds later, I found myself on my knees on the floor, between her legs, with my cock rammed up into the most delicious cunt in the world.

"I slammed it to her-every once in a while taking a glance at my buddies who were doing the same thing to the other girls-until I shot off. Shit, it was wild. Just kneeling there, pumping into that cunt like crazy, looking down at those dancing tits, hearing her groan with pleasure and seeing her move that pussy like she was born to have my prick inside her. Wild? I'll say.

"And then, as soon as I filled her cunt with come, I pulled out, took a couple of puffs on a cigarette, took a drink of water and got back to the party. I went for a second gal that time. You gotta realize, of course, that when a guy is sixteen, he's ready to fuck all day and all night.

"There was one strange thing, though. One of my friends-a guy named Roger-wasn't fucking. All he was doing was having his cock sucked. He was the fourth guy with the three girls, so he was always sort of the extra male. And since he seemed satisfied to have his cock down one of the girls' throats and not up her pussy, he ended up with what I thought was the ass end of the fuck stick.

"We were in that apartment altogether about three hours. And like I told you, I got my rocks off with each of the girls. The same with my friends. Only Roger never did seem to find a pussy to fuck. He spent the whole afternoon with his cock down one of the girls' throats.

"Three days later, the same shit started all over again. The burning when I pissed, the little marks in my shorts, the clogged pee hole. But this time I knew what it was. And I was mad as hell.

"I went to the same doctor at the same health department. He tried to look mean this time and gave me a half-assed lecture about being more careful, but he was still the same, great character he'd been the first time I went to him. He told me about rubbers and washing myself-and pissing -right after sex. All that shit. Then I got the shots and got out of there. And again my parents were never told.

"I found out the next day that both of my buddies came down with the clap. So we'd all gotten it from the same girls. In fact, the only one of the group who didn't get anything was Roger.

"'How come,' I asked him, 'you didn't get it?'

" 'Whenever I run into chicks I don't know,' he told me, (I stick to blow jobs. I don't stick my prick in strange pussies. You never know what you'll pickup.'

"He went on to explain that he was more than satisfied with a mouth job; in fact, he said, he liked it almost better than a regular fuck. He felt like he was more in control.

"I didn't believe a word of it. After all, I'd had my cock sucked and then fucked Gretchen, and I had to admit that I liked the fuck better than the suck.

"'Besides,' I said, 'what difference does it make if you get a mouth job or a cunt job? You can get the disease either way.' I knew that because the doc had told me.

"But what the doctor hadn't gotten around to telling me-I guess he was too busy with a whole line of dripping cocks-was that you're one hell of a lot less likely to get clap from a mouth job than you are from sticking your prick up some strange pussy.