Femme Fatale
"It isn't going to be easy explaining how I deteriorated and ended up in a hospital like this, nothing but a skeleton wrapped in pale, saggy skin. Look at me; don't I make some picture? I remind myself of my grandpa just before he kicked off from cancer a few years ago. Only I know that I don't have cancer like him. I know exactly what's wrong with me. But that's not the point of this interview, is it? The point is, why and how did I let myself get so wasted? So I’ll tell you if I can muster up the strength. It's kind of embarrassing, but I'll tell you, anyway.
"Maybe I'd better start back three years ago when I first met Jenifer, my wife. I was a 195 pounds then all muscle. Every day I'd spend a few hours at the gym lifting weights, chinning myself and doing isometric exercises. And I'd watch my diet real careful, concentrating on body-building proteins and minerals. In fact, I'd been doing this for years in the hope that I could develop a good enough physique for the Mr. America contest. From there I hoped to go on to the Mr. Universe contest.
"And I almost had it made, too. All the guys down at the gym told me that I was a cinch with my build, especially since my chest, shoulders, and biceps were only one inch smaller than the last winner of the Mr. America contest. I figured that I could pile in the protein more and maybe even beat his measurements by the time the contest rolled around. But then, wouldn't you know, a very beautiful little gal shows up at the gym with her brother and singles me out for her hero.
"Of course, that blasted my ego right up into orbit around the moon. Because Jenifer was about the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Only five feet tall, with little plum-size tits and an ass no bigger than a boy's, she could've passed for one of those porcelain figurine dolls. She wasn't sexy looking, or glamorous, or anything like that; but still I could feel my heart turning flip-flops like never before at the sight of a female. I guess it was her perfect poise and sweet, unspoiled innocence, I don't know. Anyway, while she was eyeing me hour after hour, day after day, I put on a helluva show for her, strutting around and flexing my muscles all over the place.
"You see, I'm sort of the shy type. Never could get up the nerve to walk right up to a girl and introduce myself, like most other guys. I sort of figured that if I flashed my body beautiful at Jen long enough, she'd lose a little of her ladylike poise and come to me; because the way she was watching me all goo-goo-eyed, it was obvious that she wanted to meet me. And it worked. About a week after she first showed, she was waiting for me in the lobby of the gym as I was leaving.
"Hi there, Mr. Atlas,' she called. 'Have you seen my brother Tom? I was supposed to wait for him here in the lobby but he seems to have disappeared. By the way, my name is Jenifer and I just happen to be one of your most ardent admirers.’
"Wasn't that cute, the way she got things going between us? Of course, I knew that her brother Tom didn't even come to the gym that day, but I wasn't about to let on. I just thanked her for the nice compliment, told her my name is Bradshaw and offered to take her home. Smiling real prettily, Jen eagerly accepted my offer and off we went in my car to her home.
"It was wonderful, really wonderful, riding along with her by my side, smelling her fragrance, answering her excited questions about my bodybuilding secrets. Deep down I had the feeling that I had already fallen in love with her, and she with me. Because it was a comfortable, relaxed feeling of perfect harmony between us. Sex didn't enter into it at all, so far as I was concerned, and I was sure it didn't with her, either. She was much too innocent and modest to have sex on her mind even for a minute, I thought, and I certainly never had any interest that way. In fact, I can truthfully say that I'd never even masturbated before, much less had a desire for intercourse with a girl.
"Jen's home turned out to be a very nice, very modern high-rise apartment, and, polite little doll that she was, she invited me in. She had some organic health food that she wanted me to sample, she said. Also, some new stereo records she wanted me to hear. After she changed into something comfortable. So that was just fine with me and I made myself at home, munching on some date-and-honey bars while I waited for her to change.
"What a change! Honestly, you could’ve bowled me over with a feather when Jen came back in from her bedroom. All she had on was a little one-piece negligee so brief that all of her bare legs was exposed and so flimsy sheer that I could see her laced bikini panties as plain as day. That was shocking enough, but when I raised by eyes and sighted in on her two little braless tits staring shamelessly at me, I nearly keeled over.
"I guess my face must've turned a dozen different shades of red in that first few seconds, because she stopped cold in her tracks and said kind of hurt like: 'Golly, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that Fm so ugly to look at.’
"Now what could I say to that? There was nothing for me to do except apologize and assure her that she was not in the least ugly; that she was, in fact, exceptionally beautiful in her negligee which was, incidentally, my honest, candid opinion once I had a good second look. Then I got to thinking it over, how I had been flashing my near-naked torso at her the past week. Certainly she had a right to flash hers at me to sort of even things up. After all, wasn't that what being in love was all about: meeting each other on a fifty-fifty basis? And hadn't I already convinced myself that we'd fallen in love, Jen and I?
"Only Jen wasn't settling for fifty-fifty not just yet. After putting on some nice dreamy stereo music, she asked me to remove my clothes down to my shorts so she wouldn't feel 'so naked.' Besides, she wanted to feast her eyes on my 'gorgeous muscles' up close for a change, she said. That was reasonable enough, her wanting to admire me up close, so I stripped down to my jockey shorts.
"And that was where I made my big mistake the biggest mistake of my life. Oh, she's a clever one, that girl. She knew, from feminine instinct if not by mental deduction, that her near-nudity would have that certain effect on me. And it did, though unbeknownst to me until after I was stripped. Then, looking down, I saw that my jockey shorts were sticking way out. I had a hard on!
"Oh, look!' she exclaimed with her big beautiful eyes riveted on my crotch, 'You’ve got a muscle that you've been hiding from me! Please, Mark, please, show it to me. I want to see it. I want to see all of you… and I want you to see all of me.' And with that, she quickly, in one easy motion, removed the rest of her garments and stood close in front of me ii all her naked glory.
"It was the very first time I'd seen a completely naked female and, believe me, she was a sight to behold. Her pointed cherry-tipped titties, as little as they were, just stuck right out at me, offering themselves to be caressed and squeezed and tasted. And below them a slightly billowing little stomach, satin-smooth like a flower petal, dimpled in the center with a real jewel of a button. And below that a puffy little pubic mound like that of a baby, only slightly covered with blondish down and accentuated by a two-inch space between her thighs. No, I take that back accentuated by a tiny opening in the slit of that mound, an opening that shone fiery pink and glistening wet. It dominated everything I could see for a moment, sort of weaving a spell over me, and sending a hot fire all through me like I'd never in my life experienced before.
"Golly Moses, what a man!' she said, still gawking at my crotch. 'It's still growing, Mark! The muscle in your shorts is still growing… and sticking way out. Please, please, I've just got to see it without any covering… just like you're seeing me without any covering!’
"So what could I do? I was blushing like everything, let me tell you, but just the same I had to be fair. I dropped my jockey shorts, stepped out of them, and struck the best muscle-man pose I could think of. Except that the center of attraction on this particular occasion happened to be my penis muscle, hard as a brick and standing as erect as my four inches would allow.
"Now, Jenifer, you're seeing more of me than anyone has ever seen before,' I said a little embarrassingly but, at the same time, a little proudly. 'Take a good look, then let's get some clothes back on and listen to your records. I really would like to hear your records, especially your country-westerns. I sure am glad you like country-westerns too, because they're my favorites.’
"But Jen wasn't going for just looking at me, or listening to records. No, she was going for just one thing my penis. It seems that I no sooner got those words out of my mouth when she was kneeling down at my feet and grasping my organ in one hand while cupping my testicles in the other. There was a big bead of clear, oily substance coming out of the end of my penis like I'd never seen before, and she must've really liked that because she sort of milked my shaft to bring up all there was in it, then she hungrily lapped it away with her tongue. 'Ooooooo, but your cock-juice tastes good,' she mumbled. 'I just know that it's full of rich vitamins and minerals.’
"So Jen was a real out-and-out health faddist. I could understand that. And maybe she was right about my mysterious penis oil being full of nutrition, I don't know. But that was no excuse for what she did next. No, about a second later she gave me the shock of my life by plopping my entire penis into her mouth and sucking away on it like a regular queer. I'd heard about queers and what they did in fact, we even had a couple of them down at the gym but Jen was a girl, a sweet, innocent-looking girl who I'd fallen in love with practically at first sight.
"Well, to be perfectly honest with you, I felt a strong impulse to shove her away, put my clothes on and leave. Only I couldn't. It started feeling real good, that sucking of hers on my stiff penis. Besides, a little voice started whispering to me louder and louder that I was too much in love with Jen to just up and leave her cold, especially during our first get-together. The best thing to do, I finally decided, was to do nothing just go on standing there, letting her suck away. Jumping jiminy! It sure was beginning to feel great!
"Then my beautiful little doll figured that she'd had enough and let my organ slip from her lips. At least I thought there for a moment that she'd had enough. The fact of the matter, it turned out, was that she was just getting started finishing the hors d'oeuvres, so to speak. Her appetite must've been getting nicely whetted, because in the next instant she was standing up and kissing me passionately, full on the mouth, thrusting her tongue far in and giving me a taste of my own sex organ. Then, after a minute or two of that, she was leading me off into the bedroom, gasping: 'C'mon, you magnificent specimen of a man, let's go in on the bed where I can suck you off right. You've got a lot of delicious sweet come in those balls of yours and I mean to drink up every drop of it.’
"What language! Of course, I knew what come was after all, I was too healthy not to have had a few wet dreams over the years, waking up with the bed sheets all gooey with cream from my penis, but to hear it expressed so bluntly from a nice girl like Jenifer was shocking to say the least. And to think that she wanted to actually drink it… Oh well, I've gone this far, I thought. Might just as well let her do the rest of her thing this one time. After this one time, I'd just refuse to have any more meetings with her. I'd put her completely out of my life. I'd forget that I ever met her. I thought.
"Jenifer, you've got me all wrong,' I said to her when we reached the bedroom. 'I really don't go in for this queer stuff but I'll do it with you this once just because it's you.’
"Oh, you think it's queer, do you? You can't be really serious. Because if you are, I'll have to change my mind about giving you a sample of my very special health food.’
"What do you mean?’
"Well, I'll just show you. Look here, this is what I mean.’
"Honestly, cross my heart and hope to die, do you know what she did then? She flopped back on the bed, lifted her legs up, spreading them wide, and pulled open the lips of her vagina all the way. I was only about three feet away and I could see everything I mean, everything that she had there between her legs. There was a long, wide area, all pink and sparkling wet, with delicate little lips about in the center; and a twitching little muscle at the top of the lips, like a tiny, throbbing penis; and a little way below that there was a hole, about the size of a quarter, with a clear, oily substance bubbling out, like the substance that bubbled out of my penis when it first got hard; and still further down between her buttocks I could see her saucy little rectum, all puckered and sort of winking like it was flirting with me or something. Jeepers, she sure looked pretty!
"Well, what do you say? Would you like a taste?' she asked.
"I don't know but, somehow, my vision started playing tricks on me about then. It was like I wasn't viewing a woman's genitals at all but rather… rather a plate of food delicacies. Maybe it was the power of suggestion because, after all, Jen had referred to it as very special health food.’ And, of course, I am sort of a health food faddist. Anyway, I won't try too hard to explain why I responded like I did.
"Yes,’ I mumbled, ‘I think I would like a small taste… if you don't mind.’ Then I literally dove in between her beautiful little-girl legs and started licking, slowly and timidly at first, sort of testing the flavor of her hot juices with the very tip of my tongue, at the same time feasting on all the enchanting little nooks and crannies with my eyes. It was a strange taste, neither sweet or sour, yet full-bodied and strong something like bouillon. And it quickly grew on me, the more I tasted, because I love bouillon. And this was especially good bouillon, this essence of Jenifer.
"No, I take that back. It was absolutely delectable! And soon I was gobbling it up for all I was worth, shoveling my long tongue up and down inside her pink meaty slit like I'd never get enough. So maybe this wasn't body-building health food; and maybe it was a little queer. Who cared? I certainly didn't. Not at the moment, anyway. All I knew and cared about was that I was experiencing the greatest possible intimacy with my own sweet, demure, petite little Jenifer.
"That's right, despite her boldness in seducing me this way, I was still convinced of her virginal innocence. And what's more, I kept right on being convinced, even when she suddenly jerked her crotch away from me and said: 'Enough that's enough of a taste for you. Now you bring your sweet little cock-muscle here on the bed to me, because I'm the one who's most in need of health food.’
"Dazed by Jen's naked beauty and sort of intoxicated by all of her juices that I'd been lapping up, I obeyed, just like a little puppy dog, and flopped on the bed beside her. I got in the same position she'd been in, on my back, with my legs spread wide, because I knew that's what she wanted. And sure enough, in the next instant there she was, crawling up between my legs and hungrily taking a hold of my still erected penis.
"By the way her eyes were bugging out and her open mouth was drooling, I could see right away that Jenifer was even more crazed than I was so crazed, in fact, that I remember it kind of frightened me. I felt an urge to jump up and get away from her, and oh how I wish now that I had!
"There was another bubble seeping out of my penis when I laid back, bigger than the first, but Jen was in no hurry to lick it up like before. Instead, she chose to let it build up some more while she went after my testicles with her mouth. And I mean she really went after them, sucking them into her mouth like they were gumdrops or something. For the longest time maybe ten or fifteen minutes she swished them around in her mouth and sort of munched on them, even tried to swallow them.
"But you know what? It didn't hurt. In fact, it felt real good and exciting the way she was doing it, gripping my pecker at the same time with her hands. It made my insides feel like they were being drawn into a tingly little knot. And it made my pecker sort of throb more in her hands, too, bringing up a lot more of that funny-looking oil. Which was exactly what she wanted, I guess, because suddenly she let my testicles slide out of her mouth, all dripping wet with her saliva, and started sucking on the tip of my pecker-head like it was a soda straw or something.
"Mmmmmmmm,' she moaned. 'It's sooooooo good, sooooooo delicious. But I've got to have more… much, much more.’
"With that she let her head fall all the way down to my pelvis, driving my rock-hard staff clear into her throat. Holy jumping jokers! What a feeling! It felt like my whole crotch was on fire. But it was a beautiful, thrilling kind of fire that I didn't want extinguished. And Jen didn't want it extinguished, either, because she started pumping her head up and down, trying to take my inflamed organ deeper and deeper into her throat, all the time sucking harder and harder, trying to draw up my oil.
"No, it wasn't my oil she wanted. It suddenly occurred to me as I watched her sucking so frantically, so desperately, that it was my come-she wanted! What else could it be? She knew she must've known that if she kept that up, pumping and sucking so strongly, she'd make me shoot up all the come from my testicles.
"Yes, I realized then that my come was the real health food that she had referred to earlier, and which she said she needed. But how did she know that she needed it? Had she sucked the come out of other guys and found it nutritious, invigorating, healthful? No, impossible, this fool decided; Jen simply wanted to drink my come because she loved me and wanted to share in my super-abundant strength and wanted to let me know that I was as delicious to her as she was to me.
"So then this fool just let her go on sucking until his testicles blew up to the size of grapefruits and exploded, twisting his insides into a convulsing agony of ecstatic cramps and sending great geysers of boiling come spewing out of his pee-hole, directly into her throat. How could I help myself? Her sucking was just too desperate; just too exciting just too irresistible. On top of that I loved her. I would have given her anything but anything she wanted. That's how much of a fool I was.
"When she felt and tasted my come shooting into her throat, she literally went wild. It defies imagination! With one hand she grabbed my testicles and squeezed for all she was worth, trying to empty them of every last drop. With her other hand she kept squeezing the base of my swollen pecker and milking it upward, trying to hurry the flow. And with her mouth she speeded up that frantic, desperate pumping and sucking action of hers, trying to drain me of every ounce of fluid in my body.
"She would've drained me of every ounce, too, if I hadn't grabbed her head and shoved her away."
Here we are dealing with a case history that is quite unique in many respects. First of all, our subject, Bradshaw, is not just another health and muscle-building enthusiast aspiring to win laurels in that field, but a scion of a very wealthy family. Secondly, he is a graduate of one of the more prestigious universities, having graduated cum laude. This accounts for his fluent and intelligent command of the English language. And thirdly, the object of his affections, Jenifer, is obviously a person of cultured background; for, as he points out in his narrative, she abounded in "ladylike poise" and she resided in an affluent high-rise apartment.
The most unique aspect of this present case, however, is the pitiable condition of the subject. He is narrating from a hospital bed in an emaciated, critical stage of pneumonia, reduced from his former prime weight of 195 pounds when he was on the verge of entering the Mr. America contest to a mere 90 pounds of bone and skin. The experience he recounts must have indeed been extremely injurious to his physical well-being but on the other hand, we detect little if any psychological trauma.
Within the context of psychoanalysis, this case would seem to represent some kind of dilemma. Actually, however, when the various directions of human sexual activities are taken into account, the equation is simply one of circumstantial human tragedy. Circumstantial, that is, in that two people of like sexual proclivities chanced to meet, with the female having and being allowed to exert the stronger will.
In reviewing the essential nature of the fellatio and cunnilingus that was the preferred sexual expression of Bradshaw and Jenifer, it should be noted that the practice is first and foremost masturbation, or the pleasurable stimulation of sex organs for the purpose of erotic fulfillment. The fact that this form of masturbation is performed mutually and orally may distinguish it from private and digital masturbation, which nearly everyone indulges in, but it does not necessarily indicate an abnormality or social aberration. Quite the contrary, it has been revealed in recent surveys that a very large segment of our married population, including many in the higher planes of respectability, indulge in both fellatio and cunnilingus.
Many medical researchers feel that no sex act, including fellatio and cunnilingus needs social justification to be a factor of normal human behavior. For while it is true that mutual oral masturbation does not, in and of itself, produce offspring, it is nevertheless a fact that the stimulating effect is very often the cause of the coital union which does produce offspring.
No less an authority than Alfred C. Kinsey makes it clear that mouth-genital sexual contacts are statistically common not only among humans but among mammals in general, indicating that it is indeed a normal, instinctive act. In his Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, Kinsey states:
Among most species of mammals there is, in actuality, a great deal of sex play which never leads to coitus. Most mammals, when sexually aroused, crowd together and nuzzle and explore with their noses, mouth, and feet over each other's bodies. They make lip-to-lip contacts and tongue-to-tongue contacts, and use their mouths to manipulate every part of the companion's body, including the genitalia.
Hence it can be said that the novel thing about fellatio and cunnilingus between the human male and female is not that it exists, but rather that there are still strong social and legal restrictions against its practice in most states. Fortunately, however, the state in which the subject of this case history resided has a more liberal and progressive legal outlook on sex practices indulged in privately by consenting adults, particularly when the adults in question are married. Were it not so, it is doubtful whether Bradshaw would have spoken so freely and candidly, or whether his interviewer, even with Bradshaw's full name withheld, would have released the story.
From the strictly physiological standpoint, a very interesting question arises from this case: Why did Bradshaw's health deteriorate so drastically as the result of Jenifer's frequent and persistent fellatio, while hers not only failed to deteriorate but actually improved as the result of his equally frequent cunnilingus? Of course, there is the chance that other factors entered into their changing health pictures, though in this case it is a highly remote chance. The fact remains that physiologically, the orgasm of a man and that of a woman involve completely different processes.
Each and every orgasm of the male requires, for replenishment, the manufacture of millions of new spermatozoa (seeds of life), plus numerous grams of protein rich semen. The orgasm of the female, on the other hand, requires only a muscular spasm to prepare the way for the male sperm and the remanufacture of a lubricating fluid or "come" that is basically of the same chemistry as saliva. In other words, the orgasm of the male involves much more glandular strain, chemical loss, and regenerative processes than the female whose climax is primarily an emotional-nervous reaction.
Hence, it is understandable why Bradshaw deteriorated while Jenifer thrived. The entire affair was one of him giving of his life substance to her and receiving back practically nothing for rejuvenation.
"This may strike you as strange and incredible, but I swear it's the truth: All through that first meeting of nakedness and sex with Jenifer, there wasn't a single minute of intercourse. There wasn't even a thought of it, not in my mind and certainly not in hers. After that first little teasing 'taste' she gave me of her delicious vagina, she became totally and relentlessly obsessed with feasting on me. And I had no choice, in my state of mind, but to let her. She actually had me believing that her feasting was an expression of her admiration and love, and that our sex juices were sort of 'health drinks' which she needed a lot more than I did. Naturally, I was more than willing, downright eager, to contribute to her 'health.’
"But, fool that I was, I had no idea how much she wanted me to contribute. 'Oh, darling,' she mooned right after we'd recuperated from our second naked 'banquet' the following day, which, incidentally, was a carbon copy of the first, with her literally draining me, 'you're so absolutely marvelous. What a tower of strength you are! And to think that you are generous and loving enough to give some of your great strength to poor, weak little me. Already I feel stronger, more invigorated.’
"Then she snuggled up real tight to me in her beautiful nakedness, kissed me very passionately on my mouth, at the same time fondling my penis and testicles, and said softly, kind of emotionally: 'Oh, Brad… I'm sorry… I just can't help myself. I'm in love with you. I've fallen desperately in love with you. Please, darling… please tell me that you love me too.’
"Yes, Jenifer,' I answered as I felt my penis begin to grow and throb in her hand, 'I do love you. I guess I've loved you since… ever since I first laid eyes on you in the gym.’
"I'm so glad… so thrilled! Isn't it just wonderful how fate has led us to each other? We really do need each other, you and I, don't we? And now that we know for sure that we're in love, we really shouldn't wait to get married, should we? We should get married right away even tomorrow, if you are willing. Please, Brad, darling, tell me that we can get married tomorrow.’
"I was hooked. The little vixen was weaving the final strands of her web around me and I was powerless to resist. I hesitated slightly before answering, but then she flopped back on the bed, spread her legs, and gave me another little taste of her delectable pink, juicy vagina, saying: 'After we're married, darling, my cunt will be all yours; then you can eat it as much as you want to.' So I dove in, my tongue lapping hungrily, and mumbled, 'Tonight… I'll get a preacher lined up tonight… and the first thing in the morning we'll get hitched.’
"And a moment later, just when I had her on the edge of coming, she rolled away, grabbed my dripping, rock-hard peter in her mouth and proceeded to drain me again.
"But let me tell you something: If you think Jen was pecker-hungry before our marriage, you should've seen her after. Believe me, the most voracious cannibals you've ever heard of were nothing compared to her! Already, as the result of her preliminary feasting on me, I'd lost five pounds, but the next year well, you can see easy enough. I'm wasted away to nothing. Instead of Mr. America, I've become Mr. Lilliput. The other day I overheard a nurse saying that she didn't know what was keeping me alive.
"However, to get back to my tale of woe, Jen was dead set against us going away on a honeymoon. She insisted that it was too much hassle and that I should immediately move in with her which I did, not being in the mood for any arguments. Besides, I was just as impatient as she for you know what. After all, she had promised me that I could have all I wanted, once we were married. The thought of it, even during the wedding ceremony, made my mouth water with anticipation.
"So as quick as I could, I got my few things moved over to her apartment. That done, Jen and I hurriedly put away a 'dinner' of two hard-boiled eggs, showered in one minute flat, then dashed into the bedroom and sprawled, naked as jaybirds, on the big double-size bed. I could see that her little pointed breasts were swollen and hard from the excitement of the occasion, and the lips of her vagina had sprung open of their own accord, revealing a glistening pool of juice on top of her neat little row of pink goodies. And, of course, she had her eyes riveted on my organs, now grown to foil size and beginning to show a big bubble of my own juice.
"Then I learned what a liar Jen was in getting me to marry her; for she never, but never, had any intention of giving me all I wanted.
"In a flash, with her eyes bugging out crazily and her mouth drooling saliva, she lunged at my crotch, muttering: 'Give it to me! Give it to me quick… I can't wait!' And the next instant she had me in a death grip, grasping and squeezing my fully erected penis in her hands, enveloping my aching testicles tightly in her hot, juice-filled mouth. The other two times before this she'd treated me to at least a sample of her vagina's sweetness, probably to lower my resistance, but now she wasn't so magnanimous. She was unleashing her particular brand of sexual passion with a mighty vengeance, bent on completely devouring me. Like a starved spider with a fat, succulent fly.
"The sudden, animal like viciousness of her attack and the obviousness of her deceit was a rude and bitter awakening in a way. But what could I do? I couldn't shove her head out of my crotch for fear of a big part of it being torn out with her. And I couldn't knock her out with a hard swat alongside the head because it's against my principles to hit a girl. In fact, I couldn't even bring myself to say, 'Stop!' Because what she was doing started to feel good real good. All I could do was lean back and watch and enjoy it to the hilt.
"What a sight! For quite a long time I watched my freakish but pretty little bride gobble away on my testicles, voraciously munching and sucking, doing her utmost to generate a great reservoir of come and succeeding and all the while squeezing and pumping slowly on my granite pecker which felt like it was ten feet long but actually hadn't grown beyond its normal four measly inches. True musclemen just don't have big peters, you know, because it's muscle in the other regions of the body that wins them prizes.
"Anyway, Jen somehow knew I guess by the extent of my swelling when she'd generated all of the come in me that was possible. About the time my testicles were aching with excruciating pain and feeling like they were ready to burst, she switched her mouth quickly to my penis, milked up the last drop of oil from it, lapped it all off from the tip of my pecker-head, and then sank the whole thing up deep into her throat. Then, squeezing my great, ballooned scrotum tightly and rhythmically in one hand, she commenced to pump her mouth up and down furiously, sucking away and moaning for all she was worth. Once, for just a couple of seconds, she lifted her mouth off far enough to gasp out a few words.
"Now, darling, now… give me your come… all of it… ALL OF IT! I want it… I need it… I've got to have it…all of it!’
"So I gave it to, her. All of it. Just like she wanted. In fact, I couldn't help myself. After she'd pumped her mouth on my peter and squeezed my come-packed testicles a few more times, my whole body suddenly caught fire and erupted in a giant geyser of molten lava, every bit of it spewing into Jen's eagerly awaiting mouth. It literally drove her out of her mind with greed and lust; for never, but never, have I seen such savagery in a person, man or woman. Only in wild animals. That's right, she reminded me exactly of starved lions tearing at fallen prey with their fangs and claws, gorging themselves to the limit.
"Then when she had me completely drained of come, or maybe just a few seconds before, she had an orgasm herself. I knew it had to be an orgasm because she sort of built up to a crescendo of moaning’ groaning, and writhing as she was drinking down my spurts, then slowly collapsed and passed out with my dingus still in her mouth. Also, from the angle I was laying, I could see dimly through my ecstasy-clouded eyes that her entire crotch was seething with her vagina fluid her come. And that gave me an idea.
"Of course, I was extremely weak and dehydrated from Jen's attack, but I realized at the same time that this was a moment of rare opportunity. So, gently withdrawing my peter from her sleeping mouth, I crawled around on the bed and cautiously, like a thief in the night, opened her legs wide, completely exposing her sparkling treasures. The next instant I was stealing them from her, shoveling my tongue in and scooping up great draughts of sugary ambrosia, careful not to press so hard as to awaken her. Sure, I'd been purged ravenously of much of my strength, but in this delightful, heavenly way, I was able to get just a little of it back. In Jen's come, I thought, there just had to be some real honest-to-goodness nutrition- as the lying little witch had boasted.
"So those were our strategies during all of the following month. She would go down on me first, draining me so violently that she'd have an orgasm herself in the process and pass out. Then I'd take advantage of her 'unconsciousness,' or 'reverie,' or whatever it was, to feast on her. In a way, it was a perfect set-up she got all of my come that she craved and vice versa. Also, we indulged no more than two or three times a day, so I wasn't losing too much weight. As I recall, I only lost thirty pounds during the first month of our marriage and still had a fairly good muscle tone, though nothing to boast about.
"Then, at the start of the second month, Jen set the stage for her coup de grace, cleverly offering it as a gesture of her 'love and benevolence.' She invited a girl friend of hers to live with us, a beautiful, voluptuous, buxom blonde by the name of Millicent who was also an avid devotee of oral sex.
"Milly is a very old and dear friend of mine, darling,' she told me just minutes before our guest was due to arrive, 'so I knew you wouldn't mind having her stay with us. Besides, she is a health enthusiast the same as we are. You're bound to like her and I promise that she will like you. Actually, I've told her quite a lot about you what a magnificent specimen of a man you are and naturally she's dying to meet you.’
"Okay, hon, if that's what you want. You know that any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Only, I was thinking that it might be a little awkward for her when you and I get going with our… eh… dinner parties.’
"Milly feel awkward around a cock-eatin' party?' she laughed, as though I'd just told a big joke. 'Oh, no! Not that hussy! Not Milly. You'll see.’
"And I did see. Millicent had only been at our place about an hour just long enough to unpack and shower when Jen got it in her head to show me off. Which wouldn't have been so bad except there was both of those beautiful females reclining on the divan in flimsy house robes, open in the front, revealing most of their naked breasts. Of course, I was used to seeing Jen's pretty little titties, but, I swear, the boobs that Millicent was flashing at me really put my blood pressure in orbit. They were huge, with the biggest, reddest nipples you could ever imagine. They reminded me of giant strawberry sundaes tipped with red plums instead of cherries. And they seemed to be begging to be eaten and sucked and ravished by my mouth.
"It was a conspiracy! And the conspiracy was working. How could I help myself? As soon as I had stripped down to my shorts as Jen had asked, 'C'mon, darling, show Milly the muscles that's going to win the Mr. America contest,' she'd said in her most dulcet, flattering tone I glanced down at my crotch and noticed, much to my embarrassment, that I had a big erection. And, of course, the girls noticed it, too.
"Golly gee, your man is really excitable, isn't he?' Milly said to Jen as she stared hungrily at my bulge.
"Yes he is,' Jen answered proudly. 'And.that's a real pretty love muscle he's got there not big but real, real pretty. Would you like to see it? I think Brad will show it to us if we strip completely for him.’
"Well you know me, palsy-walsy. I'm a sucker and I do mean sucker for pretty things like that.’
"The show was on! As Millicent spoke those last lines, both she and Jen peeled off their robes, very sensually, pushing out their rose-tipped breasts invitingly and spreading their legs so as to flash the pink meat of their big vaginas. And I mean, Milly's was big at least twice as full and plump as Jen's. And I'm not exaggerating, she had a clitoris that stuck right out from inside her slit like a tongue. Really, it was every bit as long and moist and alive as a baby's tongue! Holy mackerel, what a delicious sight!
"So in a flash, I had my shorts off, showing the girls my stiff, throbbing penis. And in a flash, Jen had it clasped firmly in her hands, her open mouth poised over its head, muttering: 'Oh, Milly, what did I tell you? Isn't his cock absolutely adorable? And his come… just wait until you taste his come… it's sweeter than honey.' Then she tugged me over toward Milly on the divan, saying: 'There, Brad, darling… now you can eat all of the cunt you want while I'm sucking you off. Get your face down in between Milly's legs and eat her up real good like you always want to eat me. She loves it. She really loves it. And when I get through feasting on your cock and balls, I want Milly to have a turn at it, too. I want her to taste how delicious and invigorating your come is.’
"Golly, thanks, Jenny baby,' Milly sort of gasped, her beautiful face all flushed with the anticipation of torrid sex and her legs spreading wider to expose more of her glistening vagina meat. 'You are a real friend. How can I ever thank you enough?' Then to me: 'Here it is, you big, beautiful hunk of man… dinner is served. Don't be bashful because my big hot pussy is yours to eat as much as you want.’
"Maybe I was a tiny bit bashful at first, but after hearing Milly say that, I dropped unhesitatingly to my knees and dove right into her wide open crotch, my tongue sticking out as hard almost as my pecker. And, of course, Jen dropped down with me, still clinging to my rod. A second later, about the same time I made the first great sweep of my tongue up the length of Milly's hot gash, Jen had wormed herself under me and enveloped my testicles in her gaping, drooling mouth, at the same time starting to squeeze and pump my swollen peter with her hand.
"Then I found out how really passionate, and how really obscene, that friend of Jen's was. 'Oh, sonovabitch! Oh shit!' Milly gasped as I swabbed all up and over her gaping, dripping gash. 'Eat it up, you wonderful cunt lapper… all of it… every bit of it! Oh fuck… how I love that long, cunt lapping tongue of yours! Sonovaaaaaaabitch! You're going to make me shoot my hot cunt jizz real quiiiiick!’
"What dirty, filthy language she used! Yet, somehow, it made me hotter, listening to it, and I ate at her delicious open crotch more hungrily, more furiously, sucking her enormous and extremely succulent clitoris into my mouth, actually munching on it, and then stabbing my tongue deep into her hole, drinking in the flood of juice that was pouring out. Jen had sweet, delicious vagina juices, but this Milly's juices were just as sweet and delicious and ten times more plentiful. As I sucked it in and drank it down, I thought, Ah, now at last I can get all I want!
"In the meantime, my fiendish little wife was anything but idle. She had my testicles swollen and aching to the point of agony with her mad onslaught of sucking and squeezing. Then just as I was about to yell out with pain, she suddenly switched her mouth to my rock-hard, throbbing peter and started gulping frantically there, trying her utmost to suck up the great ocean of come she'd generated in my bursting scrotum. She'd never been in such wild heat before! I not only could tell from her loud animal like grunting and writhing but, glancing down from the corner of my eye, I could see her open crotch protruding from underneath me, literally gushing juices.
"Jeepers, what a view I had: two gaping female vaginas, boiling over with desperate, pulsating lust, seething in the height of passion! They reminded me of the pits of two live volcanoes, rumbling and spurting huge bubbles of molten, steaming lava, on the verge of a great, violent eruption. At the same time, I could feel an atomic bomb lodged in my groin, its fuse lit, likewise getting ready to explode.
"Then, sure enough, it happened. Milly's volcano erupted first, shooting a mighty avalanche of her luscious hot lava gushing down my throat and all over my face, while she screamed out loud and vehemently in the extreme violence of her ecstasy. 'Oh, I'm coming… I'M COOOOOOOMM-MMMIIIINNNNGGGG! Oh shit, fuck, drink it up…drink it uuuuuuppppp! No, don't,stop, stop, I cant stand it… you're ki l l i n g me… kiiilllllliiinnnggg meeeeeeee!!'
"Next it was my turn and I felt like I was being turned completely inside out. I don't know just how much of my come Jen was getting out of me, but, I swear, it felt like ten gallons. It actually sort of felt like… like all of the come I was draining out of Milly was combining with mine, and gushing out with mine, right into Jen's eagerly awaiting throat. No, more than that. It actually felt like Jen was drawing out everything guts and blood and bones. Every thing.
"And when she had just about got everything out of my insides, it was her turn to erupt. Poor Jen. In a way, I kind of felt sorry for her still do. When she had that terrific orgasm of hers, she simply gulped at my pecker a few times, determined to get the last drop out of me, then went into a violent fit of crying and sobbing, finally collapsing in a quiet, convulsing heap. I noticed through my weak, blurry eyes that Milly was sort of passed out on the divan, too. So I did the same thing just flopped and went to sleep.
"In a way, Millicent living with us was a perfect setup: I got all of the female passion juice I wanted from her, and both she and Jen got all of the male come they wanted from me. You see, they would take turns sucking my peter after that first time, switching off on the average of twice a day, which meant that I'd be brought to orgasm about four times a day. Still, in another way, it was a terrible, disastrous set-up. Not for them, but for me. They were actually thriving on it, getting more healthful and vigorous and sex-hungry with each passing month, while I was losing weight and strength to the point where I could hardly come at all just a drop or two at the most.
"Then when I finally got down to ninety pounds and drew a complete blank in the come department, they left me, both of them. They had already, a couple of months before, found themselves another big muscle man, so when I ran out of gas completely, they just moved in with him. Poor guy. If I can ever manage to get my health back, I'm going to warn him. I only hope I'm not too late."
It was a narrow escape for Bradshaw, the subject of this pitiful case. Shortly after the completion of his interview by a team of astounded physicians, he lapsed into a critical state of pneumonia, brought on by acute exhaustion and malnutrition. But thanks to massive doses of antibiotics and intravenous vitamin injections, he survived the crisis. In their prognosis, however, the attending physicians have expressed the lamentable opinion that he will never again be really strong.