Olivia Marsh - Expert Tongue Trippers

"I held it there for an instant, then began the slow up and down motion so familiar to both of us. I continued at the same pace and rhythm only for a few moments, though, changing it again and again, making him back up in his climb toward orgasm, prolonging his delicious ecstasy. He alternately purred and groaned.

"'Yes, Susie, do it, Susie.' I heard him saying.

"On and on I went. Yes, the old magic was there for him, too. We could experiment all we pleased; we always had our own thing to go back to as long as we had each other.

"Faster and faster I sucked now, keeping up a steady pace for longer intervals before changing. I could go on forever once I let myself get totally caught up in it. I knew what to do without thinking about it. My mouth had become as automatic as my pussy when the final moments drew close. My hand followed my mouth, creating a kind of long tunnel which dragged his huge cock in and out.

"I think it was one of the best times ever for him. He seemed totally out of it. He wasn't aware of me anymore, just aware of his cock, and that I understood. I couldn't see, but I knew his eyes were closed, that he saw and heard nothing.

"I continued now with a sensuous monotony, knowing the end was near. I closed my eyes, too, which somehow enhanced the feel of his hard cock against my lips and my fingers. Then there was the warning signal: the inevitable increase in size and hardness which I never failed to sense. I sucked like mad until I felt him lunge. His rigid member throbbed! for an instant, soon sending its precious juices into my mouth. I sucked and sucked until I had it all.

"I really wanted to talk to him about it afterwards while we lay beautifully entangled in the cool afternoon out-of-doors. But something made me afraid of discussing it. Maybe he felt odd about it, too, that we couldn't fuck and could only do this. Whatever he felt or thought, I never found out. We were close, even though there were a lot of things we couldn't talk about. You don't have to talk about things to be close.

"We didn't try screwing after that one time. Of course, we did lots of things together besides have sex. Joey had everything, a motorcycle, as you know, and the use of his father's plane, a telescope. And he was interested in all sorts of obscure little things like you read at the bottom of columns in newspapers. He was a strange sort of guy. He got along with people and people liked him, but deep down inside, he was a loner. The kind of person who keeps a whole lot of things to himself.

"One of the most fun things we did was go up in his father's plane and put it on automatic pilot once we were away from populated areas. It was a beautiful day, and up there I felt as though nothing existed except Joey and me. I couldn't resist the temptation to unzip the fly of his jeans and pull out his cock. He liked that, but when I let him know I intended to suck it, he protested.

"I went right ahead, awkward as it was, and clamped my face down on his cock. Since I was really leaning to do it, I couldn't get much of a swing into my motions. In no time at all› though, it was rigid and upright. He didn't say anything, letting me go ahead.

"I swished my tongue around exploringly as my lips tugged hard and fast. I knew that if I tried to prolong it, he might get distracted and nothing would happen. So I sucked fast and furiously.

"Once again he begged me to stop, but I didn't listen. He murmured something about 'being dragged from the wreckage.' Those words stuck in my mind, but I kept right on sucking.

"At last he groaned and his cock began to shake in my mouth. He was fighting it, but he couldn't help it. Moments later the liquid-a lot of it-gushed into my mouth. I sucked until I got every bit of it. Just then, I felt the plane lunge.

"He had lost control. It was only later he let me know how serious the trouble had been. He talked about it quite a lot, not the technical details, but the possibility of dying, the fact that we'd been so close to death. He asked if I'd want to die with him and I told him I didn't want to die- period, not for a real long time. I didn't think that kind of talk meant anything until after the accident."

The incidents in this case tend to reflect the profound sense of despair which is felt by an ever-increasing number of young people.

Sue is frank and uninhibited regarding her relations with Joey, revealing a variation of sexual behavior which is more a result of sociological factors than a localized psychological deviation. It is, therefore, pertinent in this case to consider both aspects: that is, the sociological as well as the physical or sexual.

First, we might ask why do so many young people, such as Sue, feel that theirs is the "hopeless generation." Why does a young girl with so much life in front of her and with no particular psychological problem feel that the hero in her culture is one who drops out of it, gives up, or, as in the case of Joey, eventually commits suicide?

Avoiding any sweeping generalizations, and confining ourselves to the subject under examination, one answer to the dilemma posed by this case seems to be found in the widely shared feeling that life, taken as a whole, is meaningless. The popular song "Is That All?" reflects the sentiment which the realities of life never conform to expectations; and, we are, more or less, a society of great expectations.

In her study of American culture previously cited, Margaret Mead looks at some of these problems:

But a society that hitches its wagon to a star, which commits itself to living always with an unattainable ideal, so that the ideals of yesterday once attained, become nothing but most imperfect approximation of the ideals of tomorrow, is also committed to many other things-to styles in prophecy and rebellion, to causalities for whole segments of the population who are sacrificed to a fiction, and casualties to individuals who are betrayed by ideals they were unable to bear or to live with, to the continued onslaught of the impatient Utopian revolutionary and of the nostalgic reactionary, neither of whom can any longer stand the tension.

In probably the greatest reaction in history to this cultural treadmill, the young people have rebelled in thought and style against the old ways and the old goals. They have said, "Forget the ideal. In a world that is rapidly falling apart, the only goal worth having is to live in the present." Therefore, the "hopeless generation" is, perforce, the "now generation"; the "now" of politics, drugs, religion, and sex.

Dr. Mead goes on to describe the "revolutionary" movement in America in terms of the urge to seek alternatives to the dilemma created by an ever-receding and, thus, unattainable future.

… there are those who find intolerable the distance between the wagon lumbering along in the half-frozen ruts of a spring thaw and the star and say: "Enough of this slow pilgrimage that will never end. Let's cut the rope free of the star, free of the endlessly moving and unattainable ideal that is only a fraud, and hitch our rope to some firm-absolutely realizable-past or future point, and then go there fast." There are those who think that one can establish, by fiat or revolution, a Utopia on earth. There are those who say: "Look at the impossible, distance between your wagon and your star. Accept the fact that you can never reach it; cut the rope and be done with it, and let's take life as we find it… You've only one life to live." All these points of view are articulate in American life; each fears the other, each fears the other will coerce the country, and so himself, into a path he does not wish to take.

Other situations in this case also point to the applicability of Dr. Mead's thesis. It is clear from the beginning that Sue and her peers have broken with past conditioning regarding sexual codes (especially relating to petting) which have victimized preceding generations, and continue to distort the psyches of a large segment of American youth. Unlike the case of Carole, Sue regards the complete sexual act as normal (if not boring) and accepted teen behavior. In fact, oral sex to her and Joey breaks up the usual monotony of conventional intercourse. In the light of Dr. Mead's insights into dating and courtship behavior in our society, it is all too evident that this sort of sexual activity represents more of a reaction to past failures in child rearing, rather than a genuine individual freedom.