It should be obvious to anyone who has ever watched an extremely young child that one of the first uses of his mouth is the examination of the world around him. In addition to seeking out and touching objects, he also places objects in his mouth to taste them and to suck on them. Some authorities relate this to a desire for nourishment, while many others believe the sucking response is an end in itself, apart from any need for gratification of the hunger urge.
One mother who consulted a doctor for help reported with obvious horror her discovery of her six month old twin boys, whom she had left naked and asleep in their crib one hot summer night, lying in a close sixty-nine position, eyes still closed, drowsily but enthusiastically sucking on each other's penis!
It was obviously a coincidental juxtaposition of their bodies which had caused them to react in their usual manner-which involved an exploration of the immediate area with their mouths. The mother's borrow was augmented by the fact that the boy's organs were standing up erected like tiny pointing lingers and she immediately feared (presumptuously and illogically) that both her sons had been born homosexual.
It is, of course, easier for children to carry their oral explorations on if at least one member to the accidental act is a boy. Even so, the accidental aspect of any such situation precludes it from occurring very frequently. More often than not, whenever an extremely young child is involved in an act of oral sex, he or she is promoted into the act by someone who is older.
An unfortunate instance of this came to light in a psychiatrist's files on a thirty-five year old man who contacted the doctor in an effort to cure a habit which involved an incestuous form of oral sex.
The subject was obviously suffering from a severe guilt complex as a result of his compulsive behavior, and seemed almost eager at times to tell of his sins.
Before getting married," he said, "I never did have much of a sex life. Oh, I dated a few girls in high school, but I was much too shy to do anything with them. A lot of times I never even got a good night kiss. In college I used to listen to the guys tell about their conquests, and I felt very envious of them because I was still a virgin.
There was this one girl in college who was a real dog, but the fellows all said she put out if you were real desperate. Well, by that time I was real desperate, all right, so I asked for a date, and she said okay. I figured I could park in some dark spot, so I wouldn't have to look at her. At least it would be better than masturbating, I thought, and I wouldn't have to feel so damned immature for still being a virgin at twenty-one.
So we went out. I took her to an art movie way over on the other side of town so no one would see us together, then to a dark bar for a couple of drinks where I could bolster my courage with some booze before embarking on my great adventure.
I guess I was pretty nervous before the bar closed. I guess I was pretty nervous about the whole thing, and I even thought about chucking the entire idea and taking her home. Then I realized it was now or never, so I drove as fast as I could up to a lovers' lane I knew about, where it was dark and you could see the lights of the city way down below. I cut the motor and lights, turned on the radio for some soft, romantic music, and reached out for her.
I guess she'd been through the routine before, because she wasn't bashful. She didn't stop me when I unbuttoned her blouse and put my hand in, working the fingers under the bra to feel her tits. She had pretty good-sized boobies, all right, and I could feel the tip harden up against my palm. That wasn't all that was hardening, either. My prick was standing up firm and straight against my pants, and the idea that finally I was going to get laid didn't do me any harm in that department either.
But when I reached down under her skirt, she stopped me by gripping my wrist with her hand. I figured she was just teasing, so I kept on, but the harder I tried to get my hand up between her legs, the more she fought me off. I asked her what in hell was the matter, and she said that she was sorry but she couldn't. She hadn't wanted to tell me when I'd asked her for a date, because she thought I wouldn't want to take her out.
She was in the middle of her period!
I was getting pretty frustrated by that time. I guessed Fate really had it in for me. My first real chance to get a piece of ass, and she has to have her period. It was probably why none of the other guys were dating her that weekend. I even wondered if maybe some of them had sort of conned me into dating her, as a practical joke, knowing this would happen.
I muttered a few pretty choice curses and reached for the ignition key to get the hell out of here, but her hand stopped me. Her hand stopped me by moving down on my thigh, and palm spread, and then gliding over to the front of my pants, which was bulging out. She patted and stroked me down there, and she said that she didn't mean for me to get hung up, that she'd take care of me. She smiled in the darkness of the car, and I could see her teeth flash. Without any hesitation, she unzipped the front of my trousers, reached in and untangled my stiff dick from the underwear.
I'd never had a girl hold me down there and I had to admit that the touch was pretty exciting, much more so than when I did it myself. I thought she was going to jerk me off, but she had something else in mind.
She licked her lips and said that I looked good enough to eat. Then, before I realized what was happening, she bent her head into my lap and with one hand firmly holding my dick, she started kissing and licking the top of it. At first I could hardly believe what was happening. But in a moment the pleasure was so intense I believed it all right. Her mouth went all around the top of my dick, with that tongue of hers snaking in and out to just lightly touch the very top, and I could feel her teeth nipping now and then at the flesh.
I swear I nearly went right through the roof. And then her whole mouth opened wide and moved down as though she wanted to swallow the whole thing at once. Then she moved her head back up, with the lips tightly gripping the shaft of my throbbing dick all the way. All I could see was the top of her head moving up and down, up and down, but I could feel everything she was doing down there-which was plenty.
When I could feel myself coming, I took hold of her head and held it down over me, while I lifted up my hips to force my dick farther up into her mouth. She struggled and tried to make some sounds to tell me to let go of her. I guess she didn't want to have my orgasm in her mouth, but I was so worked up I didn't want her to get away. I just grabbed her hair, held onto it, and kept pumping my dick up and down in her mouth until I came.
Wow, that was an experience. I'd never had an orgasm so great, and I was pretty sure that even straight screwing wouldn't be that great.
After I took her home, I ran into a couple of guys who asked me what happened. I played it casual and shrugged and said that she'd sucked me off, what else? They were pretty envious, you can bet.
"After that, I had a few more dates with the girl. I even laid her in the back seat of the car one night. But it was uncomfortable back there, and I couldn't seem to arrange myself right, and-well, to tell the truth, it wasn't as much fun as I'd expected.
When I was finished with college, I got this job with the engineering firm. I had a few dates with some of the girls in the office, but most of them working there seemed to be married or wanted to introduce me to their old maid sisters or cousins. And the ones I did go out with, even if they'd let me pet them or screw them, didn't go for the oral bit. Once I had one of them over at my apartment and we were on the bed naked and fooling around, and I wiggled around and thrust my stiff dick into her face. She got a funny look on her face and asked me what the hell I was doing. I told her I wanted her to kiss it, to suck on it, and to put it in her mouth and chew on it. Instead of doing any of that, she slapped my face, called me a god-damned pervert for wanting her to do a dirty thing like that-and she got up, put on her clothes, and never dated me again. It didn't matter so much about that, because I never really liked her very much, but I hated to lose a good piece of ass.
I met my wife Rosa through some mutual friends. She was shy, like me, a couple of years younger than my thirty-four, and had never married either. We got along pretty well right from the start. She was quiet, like me, and not very demanding. We had sex-you know, the regular kind-a few times, after which she'd always sniffle and tell me how much she loved me. I began to think of getting married and settling down. I'd read marriage manuals that told that oral sex was perfectly normal, so I figured instead of pushing my luck before we got hitched, I'd wait until afterward and that it would be a natural thing for her to do to me. Besides, I was pretty bashful around her, and afraid that if I brought up a subject like that, she might get embarrassed and not do anything at all.
Anyway, we got married-but the oral sex didn't just naturally come about as I expected it to do. After awhile, I finally got around to asking her to do it to me-and she refused. She said that was where I urinated, and she wasn't going to put her mouth on that, that she'd get germs, and that I was a beast to even mention it to her. I showed her the marriage manuals, but it didn't do any good. She said it might be okay for some people, but not her.
So I had to be satisfied with doing it the regular way. But I kept remembering how good it had been when a girl went down on me, when her tongue reached out and licked' the top of my cock and along the side; when her lips nibbled all up and down the side; and when her mouth took all of me and I shot off big and strong.
Our sex life really wasn't so hot. We kept arguing all the time, not over sex particularly, but over the slightest thing. I never even bothered to mention the oral thing, because I knew that would really start off a whopping big argument. A couple of times when Rosa' was asleep in bed with me, her mouth was open in a snore, and I wondered what would happen if I just eased up there with my dick in. my hand and stuffed it into her mouth. Maybe I could sit on her chest, with my knees on her shoulders to hold her down, so she'd have to suck on It whether she wanted to or not. I always got hard just thinking about it, but I never attempted it because I knew there'd be hell to pay afterward.
Then Rosa got pregnant with our little girl, Liz. After the child was born, we couldn't have any sex for awhile, until the stitches healed up, so I decided to go to a call girl. It was a number one of the guys in the engineering department gave me, and he said she was a real doll who would do anything and everything. I think it was that last statement that started me reminiscing about the good things in life I'd been missing.
So I called her up and made an appointment and went over for a visit. She was quite pretty, with a good figure. She asked me if I wanted anything special, and I asked her what she did. It was my first time with a pro, and I was a little bit nervous. She had a nice apartment, and we sat and had a couple of drinks, while she ran down the list of things she did. You can imagine what particular thing I picked out, I guess. I wanted to have that gorgeous red-lipped mouth kiss me all over my dick and to open up and take me inside.
Which is exactly what happened. I almost went out of my mind, it was so great. I'd nearly forgotten how good it was that way; and I decided I'd go to a pro at least once a week to have it done to me.
It was a good plan, except with a new baby our bills were mounting up. Then Rosa had some female complications afterward, which cost some more money. I just couldn't afford to go, or if I did, I felt guilty. What I resented most was that I either had to go without or had to pay for it, when I had a wife who was supposed to do it to me.
I was frustrated, annoyed, and angry with her. I certainly hoped our little girl Liz wouldn't grow up to be so selfish and narrow-minded. It was about Liz that I got this idea, you see. She was seven months old when I thought of it. It happened while Rosa was out someplace or other and I was babysitting at home. Liz was crying, for her bottle, I guess, and I had it heating while I went in to look at her in the crib. She was a cute kid, all right. When I looked at her, she stopped crying and started making sucking motions with her lips.
I remember laughing and thinking how nice it would be if I could teach her mother to make motions like that-but not with a bottle nipple in her mouth. And that's when I got this crazy idea. If the mother wouldn't give me a little harmless pleasure, why not the daughter?
I guess I must've talked myself into and out of it a half dozen times. Then I figured, what the hell, what would be the harm of it. Liz was too young to know what was happening. She wouldn't remember anything that I did to her, and she was sure as hell too young to tell anybody about it. The idea of having a young innocent sucking on me was pretty exciting, but I didn't feel quite right about it just the same, even though I knew there wasn't really anything bad that could come of it. After all, she was my daughter, and I remembered from some college courses that in some cultures around the world a father was expected to have sexual relations with his daughter.
It was certainly better, I rationalized, than either of us going to strangers.
Like I said before, just the idea of someone sucking my prick gets me very excited and by the time I'd made up my mind about Liz I had a good stiff one, which made me all the more determined. I knew that Rosa wouldn't be back home for another hour, so I had plenty of time.
So I took the kid out of her crib and put her on our bed where there'd be more room. She kept crying and making those sucking motions with her mouth and reaching out to get the bottle from me. I realized it was time to strike while the dick was hot, so I unzipped, took.it out and got on the bed, leaning over her, so it dangled right over her face.
Maybe she thought it was a new kind of bottle or more likely a teething toy, because she reached out and grabbed the flesh with both hands and pulled it down to her mouth. She could only get the tip of it in her mouth, but she was filled with enthusiasm and kept moving her lips in that familiar suction movement. It wasn't only that she was sucking on it, but I think it was also that here I was doing something I'd never heard anybody doing before having a baby do it to me-and I guess that made me all the more excited. I nearly had an orgasm right then and there.
But I backed off instead and rested a moment. Liz started yelling for her new-found toy again. I guess she was enjoying what she was doing, and I knew sure as hell I was. You know that old saying about a stiff dick not having any conscience. Well, right then and there I wasn't worrying about whether this was right or wrong. I only knew it felt good and I was going to do it again.
So I moved right back into position again, with the same results. Except this time, I didn't back off. I stayed right in there, except just as I came, I turned my dick so it wouldn't spurt into her mouth. I guess it must have scared her, because she started crying even more. I got nervous then, because I figured with the kind of luck I had, Rosa would be outside parking the car at that instant and hear the kid yelling and come rushing in to find my stuff all over Liz's face. I got out some Kleenex and wiped her up so well I was sure my wife wouldn't suspect anything had happened.
Rosa didn't. I was giving Liz a bottle when she came home. I knew that it had been fun and I'd gotten away with it completely. I felt guilty and ashamed about it, even though I tried to convince myself that there was no reason to be concerned over a little simple fun that wouldn't do any harm to anybody. After all, I reasoned, the only reason I did it, is because Rosa wouldn't do it to me, like she was supposed to.
Besides, I told myself, it was just an experiment, and I didn't have to do it again." At this point, the subject smiled wanly and said, "At least, I thought I didn't have to do it again.
But I kept thinking about how great it was. And there it was, ready, willing and available to me. It was sure better than going to a prostitute. This, at least, was keeping it in the family.
Anyway, I couldn't resist doing it again, one time when my wife was out shopping. It was funny, the way I'd gotten to suggesting she-my wife, that is-get out more often. You know, go out to a movie or shopping or to the beauty parlor while I stayed home and babysat. Rosa was actually pleased that I was taking such an interest in our child. Of course I didn't tell her what kind of an interest I was taking, though I came close by saying that Liz and I had a lot of fun together.
I suppose it was inevitable that I should get discovered. One afternoon, Rosa came home earlier than expected, while I was so busy letting Liz nibble on my dick I didn't hear her. It wasn't until I heard a shocked gasp from the bedroom doorway that I
realized the child and I weren't alone. I looked up and was as startled as she was. I was pretty close to having an orgasm, and the sight of Rosa standing there with a shocked, white face made me lose all control and let go.
I spurted right into Liz's mouth this time, and she started choking and gagging. Rosa came rushing up to take care of her while I backed away, zipping up my pants and wondering how in hell} was going to explain this away. There was obviously no way I could. Rosa came at me with venom in her eyes. She said I was a filthy, perverted animal, doing something like that to an innocent child, and, I should be locked up in prison or an insane asylum.
To tell the truth, I was embarrassed but I was pretty sore myself. I started shouting at her. I said it was her own fault because she wouldn't suck me off. Then I stormed out of the house and went to the nearest bar to get drunk. Actually, I guess I just wanted to get out of the house so I wouldn't have to look at her accusing face. Even after a half dozen drinks, I knew that she was right and I was wrong. So I went back home and begged her to forgive me. I went through the whole bit, dragging in the marriage manuals to show that what I wanted from her was considered all right and wouldn't be so bad if she tried it. All the while, she gave me the silent treatment. I was pretty pooped by that time anyway, so I just got undressed and went to bed.
I don't know what time it was, but it was still dark outside when I woke feeling very good. I could tell that I had a hard on, and in the darkness of the bedroom someone was mouthing my dick. I could tell it was Rosa. She didn't seem to enthusiastic about it, but at least she was trying. I'm generally. a pretty heavy sleeper, and I guessed she was practicing on me, thinking I wouldn't wake up. So I pretended I was still asleep, because I was enjoying it and didn't want to get embarrassed and stop what she was doing.
Right about then I was feeling no pain, that's for sure. I was thinking now that Rosa had started doing this to me, I'd really have myself a good sex life. Of course" I knew she was probably only doing it to keep me away from the kid, but that was okay. I didn't care what her reasons were for doing it, just as long as she did it. And she was doing it now, not too well, but well enough. I could feel her warm lips, the hot cavity of her mouth as I slipped in and out, in and out, the tip of my dick touching her tongue each time it went in.
When I started to come, she tried to move away, but I reached down and held her head. I could see her eyes widen and she pushed against me, trying to get free. But I held her tightly and thrust my dick deep into her mouth and came.
Then I sighed relief and let go of her head. She got up off the bed staggered out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, where she threw up into the toilet. I could hear her muttering curses and what a filthy pig I was, and then she gargled her mouth out about a dozen times. I remembered thinking, just before I dropped off into a contented sleep, that I'd have to stop at the drug store and get lots of mouthwash.
That's what I thought, but I was wrong. Sure, during the months that followed, she kept going' down on me-but only when I really went after her and demanded it. And even then it wasn't as good as it should have been. What bothered me the most was that every time she did it, she kept gagging like she was going to throw up allover me, and afterward we did go into the bathroom and get sick. I started resenting her attitude, but I didn't know what I was going to do about it.
That is, I didn't until one day when my wife Rosa was out visiting her mother. She'd decided that since she was making the big sacrifice, I'd leave little Liz alone. The kid was walking around now, and this time she stopped right in front of my spread legs where I was sitting, reached out to steady herself-and touched me in front. I could feel her warm palm move against my dick even through the cloth, and I couldn't help but wonder if she'd like a toy to play with that she hadn't seen for awhile.
Before I could even think to talk myself out of it, I'd unzipped my fly and pulled my dick out. Liz was at just about the right height to examine it, which she did with both hands, turning it this way and that, squeezing it. I started getting hard right in her hands, and she seemed pleased with what was happening.
And then she did with all her toys. She put it in her mouth…
I know a lot of people would think it was a rotten, dirty thing for me to do to an innocent child. But it was that very innocence which attracted me. My wife Rosa sucked me off but didn't really know what it was all about: and that seemed for some to make it all the sexier.
So I'd started in again. I let Rosa alone more often after that, and I guess that's what made her get suspicious. Now that Liz was older and couldn't mistake my stiff dick for her-bottle nipple, her attention drifted from playing with the new toy. Besides that, the taste of it seemed unappetizing to her. What she did like, though, was grape Jelly, which my wife used to spread on toast for her every morning. That's how I got the Idea to take a knife and spread a little of the Jelly over my dick and touch her lips with it. After that, I never had any trouble having her suck and lick it.
And it was one afternoon when she was doing that, that Rosa come into the room and discovered us."
The subject then reported how his understandably irate wife grabbed up the knife he'd used to jelly his sex organ and tried to castrate him with it. She failed in the attempt, but she did institute divorce proceedings against the man threatening to bring out the facts in court unless he sought competent psychological treatment. Aware of the social stigma inherent in the act he'd committed and criminal aspect of it, the subject readily agreed, and is currently undergoing analysis.
This may be an extreme case, but it does serve to illustrate the compulsive nature of many sex acts. While there is an obvious undercurrent of guilt and anxiety in the subject at present, he insists on rationalizing his behavior in that his wife refuses him, so he merely utilized a substitute. There is undoubtedly more to his motivations than this, ego his background, family life, sexual experiences and lack of them, etc. But delving into these matters is not our concern at this point and is more suitable for the psychiatrist's couch.
As mentioned, the case may be extreme, but it is not unique. Many other similar instances came to light, with variations on the same theme. For example, a reverse instance came during an interview when a young mother freely admitted that she kissed her infant son "all over," which included his testicles and penis, and eyen sucked on him because it pleased him. She regarded this activity, however, as a mere show of affection and not of any psychological significance.
If she is serious about this, there is certainly cultural precedence for it. There are known primitive societies existing today in which the people as a matter of course fondle, caress, and kiss the genitals of both male and female infants, apparently to instill in them a sexual confidence that may serve them in good stead during their later, pubescent years.
It is significant that the Kinsey Institute discovered that most sex offenders with very young children are not dirty old men lurking on dark street corners, but persons the children knows, often suppose-and of course this includes oral sex, which the individual may feel safer, since it does not involve rupturing a girl's hymen or otherwise injuring her in any way.
The male who desires getting his sexual kicks this way may, as in the instance cited in some detail, take advantage of a girl so young she doesn't realize the object of her affection is a part of the man. In later life, when some awareness does come, a man must use other subterfuges. One case which came to light was that of an uncle living with the family, which included a young couple and their six year old daughter.
The uncle was frequently left alone with the young girl, the parents taking advantage of their having a "built-in babysitter." Both the girl and the older man-he was in his early forties-seemed to like each other very much and got along very well.
The uncle got into the habit of insisting the girl take a bath before going to bed, and he'd even take the soap and lather her all over with it-all over, including up between her legs. The girl was used to being nude in front of him so she didn't mind him doing that, or him drying her with a towel, or putting her on the bed where he'd play little games with her. One of his favorite games was, "I'll kiss it better." The girl, being quite active, was constantly getting tiny bruises on her body, and-the uncle would see these and sympathize by putting his mouth on the wound.
He'd pretend sometimes that a freckle was a sore spot, and he'd kiss it better. Sometimes he'd even imagine she had a bruise way up between her legs which she couldn't see, and he'd put his head between her legs and kiss the inside of her thighs. She thought it was funny when he kissed her navel so that it would heal up. Of course she was a little embarrassed when he spread open her legs and pointed to, as she later told authorities, "the place where I make water."
She went on, "He said that I'd had that cut up between my legs for a long time and it never healed up. He said he knew just what would do the trick, and before I could say anything he put his head down between my legs-I was on the bed at the time just after taking my bath, and he was kneeling on the floor beside the bed-and I started giggling because his beard scratched and tickled me.
Then I felt him kiss me way up on my legs, and then he planted a real juicy one right on the place he said he would. It felt-well, sort of funny. I didn't mind it exactly, but then nobody had ever done that to me before, not even daddy or mommy. I thought he'd stop then, but he didn't. He kept kissing me there harder and harder, and then his tongue touched me right in the center and forced inside.
I started getting a little nervous, so I told him that I was tired and mommy and daddy would be home pretty soon. Then he got up and smiled and told me not to tell my mommy and daddy about our little games together, because they wouldn't understand. I promised I wouldn't, and I didn't either."
Generally, sex offenders with children are caught because the children do tell, but in this instance the six year old girl treated it as a secret and didn't tell. The uncle's insistance on playing variations of the game, however, succeed in getting him caught.
One night when she was getting ready for bed, the uncle asked her if she remembered how he'd always kissed her in special spots to make it better, and when she said yes, he told her that he had a spot that needed kissing because it ached him something terrible.
The girl was instantly sympathetic and said she would, thinking it was a game he was playing. Then the uncle took off his trousers and underwear and stood there beside the bed in front of her. He pointed to the tip of his penis and said the reason it was so swollen at the top and so red-looking was because it hurt so much.
He moved even closer so it was right in front of her face, and he said, "Go on, honey, kiss it better."
The girl needed some convincing. She'd seen her father go to the bathroom, so she knew that part of the male anatomy, though certainly not well. Still, it embarrassed her, so she shook her head no.
"But you promised," the uncle said in a hurt tone of voice. "Look how sore it is. It's starting to throb."
The young girl realized he was right. It was not only throbbing, it was swelling up in size. Impulsively, she reached out, grasped his sex organ and planted her soft lips on the tip of it.
The uncle sighed and told her it felt so much better already. He urged her to keep kissing it, to make it better."
The girl reported that she didn't really like the taste but the uncle seemed to feel so much better that she didn't want to disappoint him. So she held onto it with both hands and kept kissing it, not only on the tip but all over. Instead of the swelling going down, though, it increased as did the throbbing. Then suddenly it began to shake and it started spurting all over.
It frightened her, but the uncle sat down on the bed, pulled her close and kissed" her warmly, "See, he said a moment later, you kissed it better."
The girl looked, and sure enough, the thing she'd kissed was now hanging limply between the uncle's legs. The next day, she was so proud of what she'd done and despite the uncle's warning, she told her mother of the good deed she'd done.
Needless to say, the shocked mother told an equally shocked father, and uncle's days of kissing anything better were soon a thing of the past.
The use of a child of either sex as an oral sex object, on the receiving or the giving end, by an older person or by one of his or. her contemporaries is pretty far from the desired norm The average person who is more Interested m the total human rather than only the genitals and their manipulation by lips, mouth and tongue, has a difficult time in understanding the oral sex urge when it reaches such basic levels.