Olivia Marsh - Expert Tongue Trippers

"That's what they called it, his running the motorcycle over the cliff and into the ocean. An accident! How can they be so dumb? And why is it such a disgrace to kill yourself? I suppose his parents felt guilty and all that.

"My first thought when I got the news was that I was sorry I hadn't been on the back of the bike. I know that sounds weird, but Joey had as much as invited me to die with him and I'd turned down the chance. As I thought about it, Joey became more and more of a hero in my estimation. Of course, all the other kids looked at it that way, too. Joey had done the only logical thing; the rest of us were cowards. We knew it wasn't because he thought his parents didn't love him or because he had personal problems. It was above all that. Nobody with any sense wants to live now. God, look at the world. If you had your choice of worlds, would you pick this one?

"Having been Joey's girl friend made me the high priestess of something-the mystic that was created around Joey's death. It was like being the widow of a hero.

"But it wasn't because Joey had actually done it that I tried to kill myself. It was after an event I've told no one about. I still don't understand it.

"There was this party for Joey on the one-month anniversary of the day he'd done it. The guys who'd considered themselves his friends got together and they invited me. No girls except me.

"There was a fire and the atmosphere was like some strange jungle ritual. Everybody sat around and talked about Joey and how wonderful he'd been. Then they started talking about me and how some of Joey's magic must have rubbed off on me. I refused to really believe that sort of thing, but I was flattered.

"As the evening wore on, things became stranger and stranger. Somebody said something about why didn't they all fuck Joey's chick, that Joey would want them to. I said no, that fucking wasn't what we did and they were all wide-eyed to find out, so I told them.

" ‘The ordinary thing wouldn't do for Joey,' I heard somebody say and there were echoes of agreement all around.

"So they decided they'd all do what Joey did. They'd eat my cunt. I don't really know if all of them did. The whole thing is very vague in my mind. I don't remember thinking that I was doing something wrong or feeling that I shouldn't do this. They made it seem like a kind of tribute to Joey.

"So I lay on the ground as one guy after another approached my naked cunt and lapped it. Some were doing it for the first time in their lives, I was sure. Some didn't really want to, but there was no way of getting out of it. I just lay there and closed my eyes, not seeing whose tongue it was. I just thought of Joey and when the laps of a tongue hit the right places I'd twitch and come a little. Every now and then I'd be close to really erupting into fantastic spasms the way Joey made me do, but it didn't happen. Instead, it was just one small spasm after another as all those guys came to me with their worshipful tongues.

"It was decided that I'd have to suck one cock and among them they chose the lucky guy who'd be Joey's representative. I closed my eyes and pretended the cock was Joey's, and it's amazing how much like his it really was. I teased and licked then sucked and worked the skin with my hand until the guy yelled and came in my mouth. They all watched me swallow his stuff and said I was some chick all right, no wonder I'd been the one Joey picked. I felt like a queen or something.

"I guess I was in some kind of daze, not only afterwards but while it was going on even. The whole gang was going to walk me home, but somebody reminded them that it would look as though we'd had a gang bang when it wasn't that way at all.

"I insisted I could get home just fine by myself and they believed me. I started walking, that's all I remember.

"I didn't want to go home. I was sorry that the party was over. I wanted to go on thinking about Joey, keeping him alive as a hero for us all.

"The rest is very vague. I remember running through the fog shouting 'Joey!' when someone grabbed me and put me in a strange car. I guess I just freaked out, trying to go back in time or something like that.

"It's probably better that I didn't go back to the local high school after what happened with all those guys. No, it doesn't shock me. Nothing shocks me, but a lot of people found out about it and didn't approve. They didn't realize that to us it meant something very different, just the way Joey's death meant something different. Nobody understands how our generation thinks, that's all."

The exclusive use of preference for oral sex in this case points to some interesting, unconscious psychological factors. First, it seems to indicate a deep-rooted aversion to the procreative function of sex; the attitude seems to be sex for the sake of sex. In addition, the widespread use of oral sex among the young is a type of rebellion in itself- the tasting of forbidden fruit. As we noted in the introduction, oral sex is still regarded as illegal in all fifty states. Secondly, Sue and Joey's oral techniques appear to be connected with what Freud called the "death wish." In Joey, there are rather overt expressions or tendencies quite clearly indicated even prior to his actual suicide. Sue has even felt a little remorse from time to time that she did not accept his offer of dual suicide.

Another way of looking at the problem (aside from the Freudian death wish idea) is in terms of sexual roles. In this country, these roles are often rigidly defined-so rigidly, in fact, that it has spawned the so-called Women's Liberation Movement. However, most sensitive males would agree that the roles established for them in society are as rigid and idealistic as those designed for women to follow. Margaret Mead points out that when the pattern is too tight, as this case definitely illustrates, then the way out is sometimes drastic.

… In every tightly patterned picture there will be some who will rebel, will commit suicide-if suicide is a culturally recognized way out-will become promiscuous or withdrawn or insane, or, if they are gifted, will become innovators of some variation in the pattern. But most of them will learn the pattern, alien though it be.

The above analysis by Dr. Mead seems to encompass most, if not all of the factors in this case. It is difficult to evaluate what the long term effect on Sue might be. A good deal would seem to depend on her ability to use her natural gifts in such a way as to help others to benefit by what she herself has discovered.

An Expert at Sixteen

"You call it fellatio and cunnilingus, we call it eating pussy and getting head. Well, as long as you're keeping me anonymous, I'll tell you about my first time that way.

"I'd been dating Craig for a couple of weeks, and he asked me if I wanted to see 'Willard' at the drive-in the next weekend. I knew the drive-in was just another name for a passion pit. But nobody had ever asked me to make it there, so I looked forward to it. But did I get a surprise. I figured he'd want to make me on the back seat, but instead he just reached over and put my hand on his cock. I could feel it under his pants, hard and hot. My curiosity was aroused as I felt it.

"'Would you like to see it?' he asked huskily.

"'Alright,' I replied.

"I fumbled around to find the zipper and then I slowly unzipped his pants. I reached in and tried to fish his prick out.

"'Let me help you,' he laughed, 'it's so hard you'll never get it out that way.' I was glad he decided to help, as the thing was so hard I was getting nowhere. He slid down his pants and pulled down his shorts and his old pecker flipped up. Instinctively, I reached for it. At the same time he reached for me. His hand went to my shoulder and he eased me over to his dong.

"'Give me a head job,' he breathed excitedly. I didn't know what he meant. I was just pulling on it, and then he made it plain. 'Suck on it, go ahead, get your mouth over it!'