Olivia Marsh - Expert Tongue Trippers

The third factor is the biological aspect. It is here that the unconscious desires for communication are most apparent. It is not simply sexual attraction that prompts both partners, but, specifically, the need for mouth-genital contact. Previously, it was thought by experts (such as Van De Velde, previously cited) that the active partner enjoyed no physical pleasures during oral sex, but rather enjoyed the psychological satisfaction of pleasing the other person. However, Kinsey points out that this is not necessarily the case; in fact a good deal of physical satisfaction is attained by the active participant. Here is what Kinsey says:

The lips, tongue, and whole interior of the mouth constitute or could constitute for most individuals an erogenous area of nearly as great significance as the genitalia. Erotic arousal always involves the entire nervous system, and there appears to be some oral response whenever there is a sexual arousal. Most uninhibited individuals become quite conscious of their oral responses, particularly if they accepted deep kissing, mouth-breast contacts, or mouth-genital contacts as part of their sexual play.

It is significant that both parties in this case showed a considerable degree of sexual adjustment, and the desire to give as much satisfaction to the other as they wished to receive for themselves.

"Well, after a great come like that-I mean, after bringing someone so much pleasure-I was perfectly content to sit around for a few minutes and bathe in the vicarious glow of somebody else's satisfaction. Gail stretched like a cat and smiled and purred while the sheen of perspiration dried on her breasts and thighs. She rubbed her hands over her belly, over her limbs and pubic mound, enjoying feeling sensuous.

"'My God, I came good,' she said. 'You have a beautiful, wicked mouth, and my cunt loves it.'

"'My tongue sort of has a crush on your cunt, too,' I said. 'You have a beautiful, voracious twat, and I love ever pubic inch of it.'

"'Oooh,' she shivered deliciously, then grew mock serious. 'But now my tits,' she said, surveying the flushed, melon-firm globes, ‘are jealous.' She pouted at me. 'You'll have to kiss them, or they'll never forgive you.'

"Well, I can tell you, I was delighted. I mean, this was a delightful chick. Or maybe it was just that, being thirty-one, I was jaded-had forgotten what it was like to be young or even twenty-one and fucking. I thought back to my own callow youth, and, by God, I do remember being flushed and giddy after a good lay-none of this post-coital sadness shit.

"So I panted over to the bed, like a puppy, and lapped at the tangy flesh. There's something about a girl's body after she's had a good orgasm. It seems to me to have a slightly salty, slightly milky savor to it. I ran my tongue over each breast, taking special care to taste along the tiny crease underneath. Gail's breasts were so firm there was hardly any sag to them, and, consequently, more of an indentation rather than a crease. Enough to hold a tasty runnel of sweat.

"I lingered there, sucking, nibbling, until her labored breathing and erect nipples told me she was warming up fast. Then I concentrated my attention on the juicy, firm, raisinlike nipples, erect and just asking to be sucked. First the left one, then the right-I nipped and licked them till they were standing up a good half inch. That's another thing I dig about some chicks-Gail's one of them. They stay at a high level of horniness, even after they've had an orgasm. Maybe I should say especially after they've had an orgasm. They kind of enjoy lying there in a pool of their own juices. And it's nice to work them up to a good plateau of excitement.

"I was succeeding very well at that; my mouth open as far as I could open it to vacuum in her whole left tit, laving the nipple with the tip of my tongue-when what should I hear but a lilting, sonorous voice from the doorway.

"'Well, la-de-da-doo-day.' It was so unexpected, I got caught so much by surprise, that I didn't even bother to unmouth Gail's tit when I cast my glance toward the door. 'Looks like someone is expecting a famine.' Slouching sexily against the doorway was Sandy, back from her outdoor fun and games. 'You don't have to worry about going hungry as long as Gail and I are around.'

"Without further ado, Sandy walked into the middle of the room and threw open her trench coat, under which she was wearing only a pair of brief black-lace panties. As if that wasn't enough, the real kicker was the gorgeous set of knockers she revealed. They were almost as shapely as Gail's, and about four sizes larger. At first I thought they might've been plastic-you know, injections of silicone, because they didn't seem to swing and sway like normal breasts.

"But the absolute no-end kicker, the non plus ultra, was the great, sticky mass of semen that lay in globs between her tits, globs and ropes. 'You see all this beautiful, rich come?' she beamed. 'All this high-protein jizz?' She was positively radiant and euphoric. ‘I hated to let it, so to speak, go to waste, but Jack insisted he had to get his nuts off between my tits.' She rubbed the creamy stuff around like lotion on her breasts and nipples. 'But it has a groovy emollient feeling to it. Full of softening vitamin things. I'm sure.' She licked her fingers.

"'But George and Fred,' she continued dreamily. 'George and Fred both dropped fantastic loads right down my throat.' She licked her lips reflectively, and her eyes ran over my body, stopping to edify themselves on my erect whang, which by now was so thunderingly excited it never ceased throbbing.

"With her eyes still riveted to my middle, she said, 'Gail, I presume, has plans for that yummy-looking morsel. What with the moon being the way it is.' Her gaze shifted to Gail's still soggy crotch. 'I see you've been treating her old wazoo right. What with the moon and all. I can tell by the knocked-out, glazed look in her eyes. You must have some technique.'

"An even more radiant smile crossed her features. 'Hey,' she said. 'Has Gail showed you our groovy speaker with the twelve-pound magnet?' Her eyes lighted up.

"'I was going to,' Gail said, 'but he thought I was talking about only the sound that came out of it. I haven't showed him what a versatile little goody it is.' She got up off the bed slowly and switched on a button on the tuner, which turned on a speaker I hadn't noticed before, a huge Altec-Lansing. No speaker enclosure, no nothing almost, except the magnet and the diaphragm, or whatever you call it. But it gave out some fantastic rumbling bass notes. Hell, she put on a record with a lot of tympani in it, and the bass sound was enough to set your teeth rattling.

"'You want to be first, Sandy? You look as though you could use a little stimulation.' Gail had the speaker in her hand and was making gestures with it. I was having a tough time figuring out what was going on.

"'Ooh, wow,' Sandy said. 'You've got to see this. This is really a giggle.' With a kind of a hop and a jump, she was out of her panties and sitting on the bed, her legs wide apart.

"I saw immediately why she was called Sandy. She wore her hair in a kind of a soft helmet style, close to the head, and it was a burnished, buff-honey color. Her pubic hair, it kind of bunched up naturally in a blondish tussock, not quite so lavishly as Gail's, but where Gail's shone was a jet sheen, Sandy's glinted with a saffron effulgence.

"Not that I have a bias, a preference for sandy hair as opposed to black hair. As a matter of fact, I kind of liked Gail's, maybe because of the tasty firmness of the meat underneath the hair. But there was something fascinating about the play of red and gold in Sandy's crotch.

"The fascinating thing about Gail's body, among other things, was the sexy color scheme of her breasts-what I can only describe in the fanciful phrase of alabaster veined with lapis lazuli. Sandy didn't have that, although there were a few veins along her thighs and abdomen. I don't know why that kind of thing turns me on. Maybe because for me it signifies that the chick is especially sensitive where the veins are near the surface.