Olivia Marsh - Expert Tongue Trippers

Finally, there is one more area worthy of consideration in this general discussion of oral sex: its use in the avoidance of pregnancy and venereal disease.

Although the "pill" and other types of contraceptives are readily available today for persons of all ages, there are a number of young women who, for physical or perhaps psychosomatic reasons, are reluctant to use them. For these women and their partners the genital kiss has become the surest oral contraceptive available-and certainly the most traditional.

However, the use of oral sex to avoid venereal disease is not quite so certain. There have been many cases of V.D. reported among homosexuals, and some doctors declare a high danger of infection in heterosexual oral contact.

The Age of Aquarii

"Well, I'm not sure that 'oral generation' would be the most apt sobriquet in the sense that the 'silent generation' was in the fifties. Myself, I'd use something parallel-and it might have psychological significance-like the 'vocal generation.' Now, maybe there is some Freudian or Jungian or Reichian or Horneyesque connection to be made between vocal nonconformity and the increased acceptance of, and indulgence in, oral gratification. But I tend to think of any modern sexual behavior and practices as simply part of an overall socio-political enlightenment that is taking place, part of the general revolution or evolution that is carrying us into the age of Aquarius.

"As far as sexual things go, as you've pointed out, I do have a couple hang-ups in that area. Nothing serious, I like to think. But if I get off the track or embroider things, you just have to realize that I'm an Aquarius, and, according to my girl friend all Aquarians are interested in just about everything. They're also supposed to be ahead of their time, but I don't know about that. I just got interested in astrology myself.

"Take this groovy chick I ran into a couple weeks ago, I was in this bar, see, on Santa Monica Boulevard-or was it Wilshire?-and this kind of dingy broad skates up to me at the bar and says, I'm celebrating my birthday. My name's Gail, and I'm twenty-one years old today.'

"She was a bit soused, and she kept looking at me with these gorgeous brown and gray eyes flecked with gold, and they kept wandering and going out of focus. All I did was say that was nice and happy birthday. I glanced over at her friends, or at least the group she'd been with, to see if any guy had his eye on her. You can kind of tell if some guy is keeping a really close eye on a chick, and if he seems to be the possessive type or the aggressive type, I make it a rule to leave the chick alone because I don't need that kind of hassle, you know.

"When it seemed that no one was gonna be aggressive, I mean when it seemed like everyone was friendly, I asked this broad if I could buy her a birthday drink. Like, she was just standing there next to me, her head tilted to one side and her eyes swimming with these gold flecks, and a beautiful, dimpled, shit-eating, radiant smile on her face. So I'm just being sociable and friendly right? Right.

" ‘I'd love a Black Russian,' she said, her eyes sparkling into focus for the first time. I noticed that her smile was not really shit-eating, wasn't toothy or garish enough. Tongue-tempting is what it was, tongue-tempting. Yes, I wanted to lick her mouth, especially the comers where the tasty saliva gathers. She had that kind of a turn-on smile.

"'How about a blond German?' I quipped, always one to use the light approach with a new chick.

"'I knew it, I knew it,' she said, jumping up and down with just her shoulders. 'You're an Aquarius!'

"Now, I am familiar enough with astrology to know that I am indeed an Aquarius, with the sign of the water bearer-a cornucopias fountain of joy, I like to think, for any woman who goes to bed with me. But how this kookie girl could figure me for an Aquarius just by the first thing out of my mouth was too much for me.

"'How did you figure that out?' I asked.

"She smiled her secret-sharer smile and said, 'I'm a Libra,' as if that was supposed to explain everything. Her birthday is October 15. She explained that her sign is scales, like the scales of justice. She said how Libras were always supposed to be weighing and balancing things and taking a long time to make up their minds, and all that shit.

"All the time she was rapping me with this astrology crap, I had ample opportunity to do some weighing and judging of my own. She had an interesting, pleasant face, animated, as was the rest of her body when she spoke. Of course, that might have been simply because she was kind of stoned. Her body, her overall form and figure, struck me as being a Renaissance body… no, not so much Renaissance as classic Greek.

"Yeah, that's it. Even her hair-long, lustrous black tresses, was Grecian. Under her rather tight violet sweater, her bosom was full without being bulgy or gross. I remember the sweater being violet because I thought I could detect a faint brownish hue where her nipples were. She wore no bra-that I could tell for sure.

"Another thing I remember was that, although her upper trunk and her hips and thighs were full and firm, she didn't have the narrow, almost wasp-waisted abdomen I usually find so sexy in chicks. Her waist was not petite, but… comfortable was the word that came to mind. I guessed that her belly button must lie nestled vulnerably in a gentle, fleshy furrow in her stomach.

"Her ass. Aaah, now the ass! The ass is a portion of female anatomy of which I consider myself a connoisseur. Her ass was firmly encased in tan jeans that presented a gently rounded, pear-shaped paraboloid of glutei maxima. Mind you, it was not a very pear-shaped ass, like some. It didn't hang down and bobble around when she walked. It had much of the succulent contour of your apple ass, which is my favorite. Your average pear-shaped ass, at least on the mature woman, tends to be a bit too pendulous for my taste.

"Now, the thighs, to my mind, are just about the most important item of a woman's body. And I liked the way Gail's jeans snugged around her thighs. I could see the way the small knolls of inner thigh mounded gently out of her crotch. God! that little item always turns me on. It means that, when I've got my face pressed up against the warm flesh of the girl's crotch, those hot, moist pads of thigh are pressing on my cheeks and ears. And when they start to tighten up and tremble and quiver, it's one of the sure signs that she's on the brink of a nice, deep orgasm. Gail's were my kind of thighs.

"'… impossible for a Libra,' she was saying. 'Even when I know all the choices thoroughly and have weighed them again and again, I still find it almost impossible to make up my mind.' She had a funny, throaty way of pronouncing her r's that intrigued me. She kind of drrew them out, like she was feeling them in her throat before they got to her mouth. I wondered what she could do to my dick.

"'So, I kept debating as I was looking at you.' She went on endlessly. It was near two and the bar was about to close. I wondered if I should buy her another birthday drink and split. '… and I decided that if that nice-looking guy at the bar was an Aquarius I'd just have to overcome my shyness enough-'

"'Another Black Russian?' I asked. 'Last call.'

"'-to ask him straight out if he would please eat my pussy.'

"My thoughts froze; the jukebox at that instant cut off, so there was no doubt about what I'd heard.

"'Especially if he was an Aquarius.' Two couples at the bar were staring at us with jellied expressions on their faces. Their smiles crumbled and they quickly began talking about the fabulous corned-beef sandwiches they'd eaten.

"'I'd be delighted,' I said, missing only a few beats of our conversation. Then the thought of corned beef prompted me, for some inexplicable reason, to ask Gail if she was Jewish.