Olivia Marsh - Expert Tongue Trippers

"In contrast to Gail's dark, grotiolike cunt, Sandy's tasted like-maybe I'm not completely accurate on this-like a pomegranate. Soft, juicy, dappled pink and red flesh. And the erect clit could've been a solid seed. All I know is that those hot lips of her cunt tasted to me like crepes suzette-butter and rum and a hint of wild black raspberries.

"Sandy's hands gripped the back of my head, and, entwining her fingers in my hair, she pushed my face hard into her soggy snatch. Her thighs closed over my cheeks and ears. But not before I heard Gail begin to breathe fast and heavy as she pistoned her firm lips up and down the rigid shaft of my dick. The last thing I heard was: 'A joint like this is a work of art. It should hang in the Louvre.'

"'No, not hang,' Sandy interposed weakly, 'be erected.'

"On that note of immortality, that intimation of erection, Sandy's firm thighs closed over my ears. Her cunt made a 'squooshing' noise and seemed to wrap itself around at least half my face. I pushed my tongue in until the root hurt, lapping all the tasty curves and bumps I could reach with it.

"Gail was doing a fantastic job on my dick. Her mouth pumped up and down, her lips applied varying pressure, her tongue flapped and swirled along the length of my gorged whang. I felt a gentle pressure on my asshole and damn near blew the whole scene, so to speak, by letting go with a fart. But before I had a chance to embarrass myself, I felt a long, thick finger slide silkily up my anus. Gently, slowly, it entered, and fluttered deepen my fundament.

"Fuck, it felt like my hard on swelled another inch in length and maybe another in girth. I could feel my heart beat from my temples to my balls. Gail was sucking happily, going, 'Mmm-mmnh mmm-mmnh,' in time with my pulse. Her tongue traced intricate patterns along the swollen veins.

"I was inspired to new efforts on Sandy's cunt. I waggled my head slowly from side to side, curling my tongue and digging into all the succulent flesh I could find. Her ass lifted off the edge of the bed, and I pushed one finger a couple inches along the crevice of her ass and into her anus.

"She went just a little apeshit. Her torso humped off the bed and did a corkscrew bit around my finger, in the process sluicing my tongue and mouth around. She went, 'Ho-hargh! A-a-a-angh!' and I felt palpitations start up in her belly and travel to her vagina and asshole. Her fingertips dug into my scalp, and her pubes whipped against my mouth with teeth-rattling force.

"Gail had wrapped a couple fingers around the base of my dick and was giving small jerking motions on it. Not enough to spoil the electrifying effect of her mouth and tongue, but just enough to send vibrations right into my prostate and start things churning in my gut.

"I reached down with one hand and took firm hold of her tits, one by one, and gave them a few squeezes. Her muffled groans were music to my ears whenever Sandy spread her thighs in her own uncontrollable contortions. I felt Gail's face, the smooth planes of her cheeks and jaws, and felt them tightening, sucking, pursing straining.

"Sandy shouted. 'Oh, my God-hot damn!' Her ass and hips bucked wildly. ‘I'm co-o-om-ing!' And a salt flush covered my lips and chin.

"It felt like a taut wire snapped somewhere in my gut, and a hot gush of semen spurted through my burning cock. Gail gave little squeals of ecstasy while I kneaded her tits. My ass bucked forward again and again, sinking my cock to the depths of her mouth, spewing endless knots of thick, ropy come. Shit, it felt like I was getting all the juice sucked out of me at both ends.

"After frenzied seconds, we all gave a huge sigh and collapsed, mouths still plastered to cock and cunt, fingers still waggling in assholes. I looked at my drained cock, still hard and oozing clear juices. It looked like jerked beef."

It is obvious from Al's reaction that a situation involving the possibilities of group sex seemed beyond his normal range of experience. In fact, he confided that this was actually the first time this had ever occurred, even though he considered himself rather worldly and had numerous affairs before and during his college years.

However, the fact is that more and more young people are experiencing a new sexual awakening that goes beyond anything previously thought probable by such distinguished researchers as Kinsey, Pomeroy, Martin and Gebhard. We are likely to see, judging from the attitudes presented in this case, a complete change in our current concepts of monogamous (one mate for a lifetime) and monogynous (one mate at a time).

It is difficult to assess the overall effect this will have upon Al in his future life. One thing is sure, however, and that is the subject's apparent freedom from some of the usual frustrations and anxiety complexes (such as guilt) which have characterized previous generations.

Our analysis would not be complete if we did not add one cautionary note to the discussion of this case. Pure sexual abandonment does have its drawbacks, and can cause serious psychic disturbances later in life. These feelings are echoed in Van De Velde's Ideal Marriage:

Voluptuous pleasure alone, however refined and varied, cannot bring real happiness, without that solace to the soul which humanity desires, and must forever seek… No person of fine aesthetic insight or emotional nature can think for a moment of winning happiness from sensuality without any psychic element…

Therefore, we must conclude that love without communication (the psychic element) is incomplete, no matter how "liberated" it is thought to be.

The Girls of Chancey College

"The orange dress had a marvelous neckline, just low enough to be interesting, yet modest enough to make the interesting part look accidental. On the other hand, the plum outfit was a little more sophisticated. It was impossible to choose between them, so I finally decided to wear my pink print. It would show off my long, black hair best.

"Satisfied, I undressed quickly hoping the bath water hadn't cooled too much. It turned out to be just right. Gratefully I leaned back in the tub, allowing the bubbly water to envelop me to my shoulders. In the privacy of the steamy bathroom, I silently admitted that I felt a little nervous. After all, this would only be my second date since coming to Chaney College, and the first one had been such a disaster.

"It seemed likely that most girls would be nervous about making a good start, the right impression, at a school like Chaney. It was such a great f school, so beautiful and intimate. The entire student body was only three hundred, and it was more like being privately tutored than attending classes. Each student had a private room, and it was made clear from the start that Chaney offered nothing in the way of baby-sitting services-a student was treated as another adult, left to do as he pleased as long as no one else was hurt or the order of the institution wasn't disrupted. There were no housemothers or other watchdogs-we were expected to conduct ourselves as civilized ladies and gentlemen. I was absolutely thrilled to be going to such a school, but, as I said before, damned nervous about the kind of impression I was making.

"Maybe I was more self-conscious, because I didn't really belong at a school like Chaney. My being here was a fluke. My grandmother died the year before, and she'd surprised everyone by leaving me enough money for a really good college with all the extras. She had gone to Chaney as a girl, while her parents still had money, and somehow through the hard years she had managed to hang on to enough to make it possible for her only granddaughter to do the same. Her will didn't say the college had to be Chaney, but I decided at once that I'd gladly relive Grandma's happiest days for her. But when I made those plans, I wasn't thinking of how little my life had prepared me for a school like Chaney.