Oral love play, in aphrodisiac-geared practices breaks down nearly equally among the married and the un-married couples. The married partners are inclined to engage in it more frequently for the very simple reason that the chances for it are more prevalent in their own cases.
Case History
Arthur was precisely what most of us would want our own sons to be. He was both handsome and intelligent. He was not sex-mad, yet he liked the girls well enough to conduct careful campaigns to bring them around to his desires. He went through a series of very pleasant affairs, managing to ease out of the situation when it began to get too demanding. Things were moving nicely for him up to the time he encountered Doris.
"That's for me," Arthur related. "From the moment Doris crossed my line of vision, I knew she had to be mine."
There was good cause for his conclusion. Doris was a most destinctive girl. She was only seventeen, but she had the bearing of a girl much older than her years. Equally important, she had the physical properties to go along with it. Doris had a lushly contoured body that went in and out at the right places. It not only went in and out, but it then went out again! Not too much, mind you. Just enough.
Doris shared Arthur's feelings over their first date. But she was careful not to let him know how interested she really was in him. She played her part cooly. But so did he. Each had definite plans in mind, unaware that the other was just as calculating on the matter.
They found their first date a pleasant experience. They had similar likes and dislikes. Like so many of the young people in our land today, they were keenly aware of the sex impulses within their young bodies.
The first kiss was rewarding. They sampled one another again. She found herself stirred at his nearness. She let her slim hands caress his head and shoulders. He returned her gesture by working his hands down to her full hips where he caressed and stroked her firm flesh.
She, emboldened, let her hands stray down to his hips where she moved her fingers in suggestive moves around his buttocks. Their bodies began working up against each other in the motions of coitus itself. Both began to get inflamed at the emotional reactions they were eliciting by their movements.
Soon, the willing Doris was lying back against the car seat as he pressed himself down toward her. She put up a token show of resistance as his skilled fingers found her bra clasp and loosened it. But her hungry lips told another story and Arthur boldly caressed her bare breasts as he worked his hands up under her dress. Before too long, he had manipulated the dress up to the point where he could place his eager lips upon her enlarged nipples. Now, he began kissing and sucking at them with increased ardor.
The next stage was to slip her filmy panties off and now he caressed her smooth, naked buttocks. He managed to ease his finger up toward her vulva as she parted her thighs for the gesture. This went on for several minutes and then he finally removed his penis and began easing it up toward her hot, womanly cleft. Only at this critical point did she rebel.
"No, no, please, don't" she gasped into his ear. "I want it just as much as you do, but we mustn't let this go any further. I must save myself for the man I marry… "
"Let that man be me," he gasped in passion.
"But we hardly know each other!" She came up with the proper cliche at the proper moment.
"That'll all come after we're married," he panted. "Now, let's do what we both want to do… fuck!"
And so they did just that. Doris spread her silky thighs wider so he could enter. His hard cock slid up and the throbbing head penetrated the hot pussy opening. Slowly,
he worked his hips so that the lengthy dong slid in deeper and deeper. Soon, it was all the way up inside. Doris now clamped her lovely legs tightly around his buttocks and pulled him even tighter. They writhed and panted as they pounded at one another. Under this tremendous sexual excitement, it was a somewhat short-lived act. Arthur shot his fiery sperm into her receptive crotch as they both groaned and cried in ecstacy.
After this first night, they dated steadily. And they rarely parted company without engaging in sexual intercourse. Then, to Arthur's surprise, he discovered that despite all his care and the contant use of contraceptives, Doris was about to become a mother. Somehow, somewhere, his sperm had managed to penetrate enough to set up the inevitable chain.
"Don't let it even bother you for one second," Arthur kissed her worried face. "We'll get married right away and nobody's going to be any the wiser when the baby comes!"
The marriage took place one month later. Arthur was still in college, but that was no deterrent. Doris was to keep on working at her job until managed to graduate.
Doris's pregnancy caused several subtle changes in their lives. For one thing, the job would have to cease for at least four weeks before the time the baby was to be born. But they planned to cross that bridge when they came to it. The other most important change was that Doris began to lose her svelte loveliness somewhat as her body thickened.
At this same point, she seemed to lose some of her fervor for sex. The actions that had so aroused her earlier now seemed a bit mechanical to her. Arthur sensed this lack of response and he.did his best to rectify it. His renewed efforts met with less than signal success. Both the young people discussed it and worried over it. They even contemplated the thought that, perhaps, they were losing their love for one another. But this did not prove to be the case.
Doris loved Arthur and he loved her in return. But a young married man has great sexual impulses and he began to seek other outlets. He found one of the coeds who responded to his interest. Sandra was a solidly built young lady but there was no mistaking her feminity. She had breasts to match Doris's and hips to complement her upper development.
Late one day after classes, Arthur was strolling alone with Sandra. He had made it a habit to walk her part way home whenever the chance arose. This time he walked her all the way to the apartment. At the place, she hesitated then asked if he would like to come in for a dup of coffee and he quickly accepted.
While she brewed the coffee, he wandered from the kitchen to the living room. The apartment was exactly like a dozen others he had seen. When she came out with the two cups of coffee, he took one and then wondered where her "work bench" was.
"Workbench'!" Sandra was puzzled.
"Yeah… you know, that's what they call the bed." He smiled. He eyed her boldly. He learned enough about women to know that they responded to confidence. Sandra was no exception. She blushed and then pointed out the divan which she explained, opened into a bed.
After they had finished the coffee, Arthur headed for the door to leave. There, he suddenly stopped and Sandra bumped into him. She hastily excused herself."
"It felt good," Arthur smiled at her. Do it again." He let his eyes drop to her rich breasts and then he drew her to him and lifted her face for his kiss. She let him make the contact and then, after a moment, she drew back. But he pulled her to him again. She could feel his hard manhood cock rising beneath his pants as it rubbed upward between her thighs.
"Arthur" she whispered, "you mustn't. You… know… you 're married and all that.
"I'm married and it's not all that," he pulled her tighter and his hungry mouth clam_ down over her lips. She again made token resistance but it didn't dampen his ardor. He left his hands caress her full hips and buttocks and then focus on the deep cleavage that led to her womanhood. He began working his tongue in between her open lips. She began to respond to his insinuating action and let his tongue move deep within her mouth. She went further than that. After awhile, she began to suck hard on his tongue and then she let her own tongue shove his back as she exchanged actions. They concentrated on this for some time. Their saliva merged and this spurred the two to further intimacies.
Arthur let his hand drop down to his fly which he unzipped and then he took out his fully erect prick and let it rock-hard six inches slither up between her silky thighs. Just as he had the great head establishing contact with her moist crotch she drew back. He tried to pull her closer so he could achieve entry, but she was resolute. She successfully held him off. Finally, be drew away to glare at her. He waved his erect penis at her in some defiance.
"You scared I'll knock you up, is that it?" He waited for her answer which was forthcoming. She nodded assent. "Okay, okay. I'll run out to the drugstore and get some rubbers!"
"The nearest one is a half mile away," she pointed out. "And my sister is dropping by in less than an hour to bring me some books. We won't have time today… "
"Great," he groaned, holding his stiff poker helplessly in his hand. "And what am I supposed to do with this, huh?" Sandra stared at his manhood a moment, then, she studied his tense young features. She felt sorrow for him. She slowly dropped to her knees. She smiled up at him a moment, then, with infinite tenderness she lifted his penis in her hand and guided the head of it to her full lips. He tensed. He had never felt a woman's mouth upon his cock and the shock was over-powering. But only for the moment. Sandra began running her tongue over the tip of his prick and the thrill was of such magnitude that he shivered from the contact.
Sandra was not the greatest sucking expert by a long sight. She had only performed the act once before upon an older cousin who had forced her to it when she was fifteen. But she had never forgotten the episode and now it stood her in good stead. And as she kissed and sucked at Arthur's virility, she found herself enjoying the action. As he responded to her probing tongue and lips, so did she react. Even before be reached his climax, she had experienced the first orgasm of her life.
The young lovers enjoyed the oral experience so much that they spurned the "normal" way and concentrated on the safer more exciting method. They met on many occasions thereafter and rarely failed to engage in fellatio. They kept this up until the very week before Arthur s wife presented him with twins.
This unexpected bonus turned Arthur into an affectionate father and patient husband for several weeks. Then, he began disappearing at strange moments while Doris slowly regained her strength and ability to again engage in sex. Finally, Doris was all set for the renewal of, sex. And by now, she was in the mood for it, herself.
The first sexual encounter between them was fairly satisfying to Doris, but to Arthur it was old hat. Even as he was hammering his penis into her vagina, he could not help but let his thoughts stray to the exciting young fellatist, Sandra. The second session was equally staid to Arthur.
On the fourth night, Doris received a shock. Arthur was sliding his hard organ in and out of her-crotch. Suddenly, he withdrew. She was surprised. Soon, she learned the reason for his move. He lifted himself up and onto her bare breasts. Then, he shoved his hard dick directly at her mouth. She stiffened in shock. She had never done anything as "abnormal" as what he now had in mind. She avoided the big head as he tried to force his penis into her mouth. They tussled back and forth as he unsuccessfully attempted her to perform the exciting act he craved.
"Okay, baby, okay," he muttered as he gave up. "You win." He turned angrily over on his side and pretended to fall asleep while his young Wife stared unhappily into the dark, trying to understand the sudden behavior of her husband.
They made no reference to his act the following day and shortly after they resumed lovemaking the usual style. But this was not enough for Arthur. He couldn't forget the way Sandra's soft, moist lips sucked upon his hard prick, nor the way her darting
tongue played round and round on the tip. After those delightful interludes; Doris's staid, conventional sex action was stultifying.
He picked up with Sandra once more and the, mysterious disappearances began as earlier. Doris, now was suspicious. She followed him to Sandra's apartment. He was in there long enough to verify her fears. The second time she trailed him, she waited till he was in for a suitable time and then she crept up to the window that opened onto Sandra's living room. Doris found a narrow chink under the venetian blind and managed to squint into the darkened room. At first, she could discern nothing. Then, she saw the shadowy form of Arthur. He was obviously nude as his penis stood free and clear in silhouette against the kitchen door.
Another shadowy figure moved to him and sank to its knees in front of Arthur. Again, even in the dark, Doris could make out the nude form of Sandra. It was then that Doris received the biggest shock. Sandra began hungrily sucking at Arthur s dick. Her arms wrapped around his naked loins as she sucked his full length into her eager young throat. That was enough for Doris. With a muffled sob, she turned and ran homeward in the dark.
Later when Arthur returned to Doris he found a coldly determined wife. She wasted little time on preliminaries. She told him how she had followed him to Sandra's place and spied inside. She related how she had seen the two in the dark.
"And she was… was… " Doris floundered a moment, "well, she was doing it to you with her… her mouth!"
"So what?" Arthur was furious at being discovered. "That's the way she always did it
to me!"
"That makes it right?" Doris was kissing the words at him. "You, a married man with two children… you running around with a dirty little… little" she paused. Arthur finished the sentence for her.
"Cocksucker? Is that the word you're afraid to speak?"
Doris made him suffer for his actions. She refused all his attempts at sex and they lived in this vacuum-like condition for several months. Arthur, of course, had to have his release and he picked up with any girl who would go along with his plans. He avoided Sandra after that because it was too dangerous in case, Doris decided to follow him again. But he made up for it with the rest of the young women who crossed his path.
Doris decided to take her own revenge in a different form. The very thought of fellatio was repugnant to her but she knew that this was the way to strike back at Arthur. She systematically performed fellatio on any man who would let her. And it must be
admitted that she never cocountered one who wouldn't permit this little intimacy. Before long, Doris had earned the dubious title of "the best little cocksucker in town."
The notoriety got to Arthur and he reacted violently. He accused Doris one night of being a cheap pervert and in direct reaction, she slapped him hard across the mouth. He lost his temper and beat her up savagely. The result was that she suffered severe head injuries and was hospitalized for three days. When she was released she wasted little time in filing for divorce: Needless to relate, she was awarded the divorce and custody of the children.
Doris went home to her parents with the babies while, Arthur quit school and left town.
Case History
Helen was happily married to a man ten years her senior. Sy N. was what one would consider a success. He operated a car leasing agency and employed a staff of nine people. Business was good for the hard-working Sy and he established his family in a sixty thousand dollar home in the best part of town.
Helen found herself with too much time on her hands. Sy insisted she have a part-time maid and with present day conveniences in frozen foods and other prepared delicacies, cooking became a task that took a few hours per week at most.
Helen sought for some way to occupy her leisure. She joined the local charity groups she belonged to the bridge club and she made it a point to attend as many cultural affairs as she could. But, still, time hung heavily for her.
Much against Sy's wishes, she insisted on "helping' at his office. Three times per week she would drive to work with him and then offer her services to any of the staff who needed' her aid. She was unable to type, so her help was restricted. The best outlet she could find was to assist in mundane chores such as filing letters and. assisting in the mail campaigns that came up sporadically.
Actually, only one of the staff really welcomed her presence. That lone figure proved to be a young Spanish-American who functioned in a variety of roles. He had finished college and was a good accountant. But there wasn't enough to keep him busy with just that, so he would handle any job that needed doing. On occasion, he even delivered cars to the leasors when things were jammed up.
Sy said over and over that young Les was the single most valuable employee he had. The two men hit it off from the first and a great friendship built up between them. It was only natural that Helen started inviting Les over for dinners and little get togethers at her home. Of course, Sy was always on hand for these, too. Helen really had no ulterior motive in mind… at first.
The thing that precipitated Helen's interest in the handsome young Latin was a special dinner she had planned for Les and Sy on a Friday evening. Helen busied herself in the kitchen all afternoon, preparing a fanciful tamale casserole she had discovered at a local Mexican dining spot. The chef had graciously given her the recipe and she was all excited at the idea of serving the specialty to her favorite guest.
Dinner was to be served promptly at six. The car agency usually locked its doors a little earlier on Friday to give the employees a chance to get to the bank which stayed open till six on that one evening each week.
At six sharp, the doorbell rang and Helen hurried to see who it could be. Sy would never ring, she knew, and inasmuch as Les was coming home with him at the same time, it had to be some other caller. She was surprised to open the door and find the handsome Les standing there. He hastily explained so she wouldn't worry over Sy's absence.
"Sy got trapped," Les said as he moved inside to politely shake hands with Helen as they always did upon meeting. "The big boss of the electronics plant flew in unexpectedly this afternoon and he insisted Sy go to cocktails with him to settle the deal on the fleet."
Helen's disappointment was compensated in some measure by the knowledge that the particular transaction under question was the single largest fleet negotiation her husband's firm had set up. It called for sixty brand new vehicles per year over a five year span. Needless to say, a. dinner was a small penalty to pay for clinching such a bonanza.
Both Les and Helen decided they would wait at least an hour in hope that Sy might be able to break away from his client. To pass the time, Helen served cocktails and the two friends sat in the living room sipping their drinks and listening to a long-play Mexican record that Tony had presented her with some weeks earlier. The mood was pleasant and the two chatted in the easy fashion of people who like one another.
Shortly before seven o'clock, the phone rang. It was Sy. He was stuck with his client and they were going to a local steak house to have dinner while they threshed out the final details on the big transaction.
"Don't wait for me, hon," Sy said over the phone to Helen. "You and Leg go ahead and eat. I'll get there sometime before midnight, I hope. Explain to Les how it is. And sure to tell him it's a lead-pipe cinch. The deal's as good as in the bag!"
Les was disappointed that his best friend was unable to eat with them but he was excited and happy over the fact that the all-vital contract was about to be sealed. They finished their drinks and then Helen served the dinner. She was an excellent
cook and she had outdone herself in order to please Les. The tamale casserole was delicious and Les couldn't praise it enough. For dessert, Helen served chilled pineapple cubes in orange liquor and the entire thing was topped off with strong coffee.
Helen looked even more striking than usual. She was wearing a lot cut black gown that accented her full breasts. Her slightest move created an interesting action to the big, milkywhite domes restrained by the tight-fitting fabric. Helen brought out yet another after-dinner drink. This was a brandy from Spain. It was amber-colored and thick. And potent. So potent that when Les took his first sip, he overdid it and had to gasp momentarily for air.
"Man!" he blinked at Helen. "That'll turn anybody on in a big rush, believe me!" "Really?" Helen studied him. "You mean it affects you?"
"You can say that again," Les chuckled. "One of those and you feel like you want to start singing important documents!"
"Then, I'd better not give any to my Sy," Helen sighed. "That's all he seems to want out of life lately… just a chance to engage in more business. ".
"You should be happy over it, Helen," Les sai_. "Look bow nicely you're able to live because of Sy's business drive."
"Well, there's more to life than just business," Helen said slowly. "It's not everything… money, that is."
"No, it isn't," Les agreed. "Good health is at least two percent of it, too!" He chuckled at his own little gag, but Helen's reaction was less.
"I sometimes wish my Les would take it a little easier in business and save some of his strength for me," she sat a little straighter so that her rich breasts looked even fuller. "I don't think he's made love to me for nearly two weeks now." Lea wisely refrained from comment and Helen went on. "I miss romance. After all, I'm a woman
"I'll buy that," Les lifted his glass in admiring manner to her charms. He sipped the rest of the drink. Helen got up and poured his glass full despite his protests.
"I'm beginning to get inferiority lately, the way Sy neglects me… in bed, that is." She eyed Les. "Tell me, Les, does he have another girl on the string somewhere? Honestly, now?"
"Definitely not! Les leapt to defend his friend. "Sy's in love with you, and you alone. I'd be one of the first to know if he ever had other interests. We work together most of the time as you know. Rest easy, Helen. You've nothing to worry about!"
Helen moved over and sat close to him. She peered into his eyes with great intensity. She put her left hand gently on his knee and it was all he could do to pretend that it wasn't affecting him.
"Could it be me, Les?" she asked without taking her eyes from him.
Helen clarified. She was a little nearer and he could smell the fragrance of her perfume. Her great tits were almost touching his arm.
"Helen, if you had any more sex appeal, they'd have to put you behind a glass partition to keep the men away," Les said gallantly. "Take my word for it… you've got everything! In spades!"
"You're just saying that to make me feel good," Helen shook her head. She lifted her lips to his and gently kissed him. He tensed, then held still. But he made no move to return the action. Helen drew back and sighed. "See… even my kisses don't get a response!" She shook her head. "Let's face it, I'm all washed up."
"That's not so, Helen!" Les hastily jumped to ease the situation. "Believe me, I've got to fight hard to remember that you're married to my best friend!"
"Okay, Les, okay," Helen said softly. "You've proven that you're faithful to Sy. Now, prove that you can be faithful to me, too." 'She pressed her lips against his once more. Now, she slipped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him with more intent. Her tongue began insinuating its length into his mouth. He tried to clench his lips together tightly to avoid the act, but she worked swiftly and skillfully. She darted her tongue back and forth with remarkable force. Les did his best to end the contact, but she was relentless. She tightened her arms around him and her great breasts were forced upward as she drew him closer. Then, abruptly, she released him and Les thought it was over. Secretly, he was relieved. He didn't like the idea of cheating on his friend, Sy.
"Un-zip me, please," Helen had turned her back to Les and he stared at the creamy whiteness of her shoulders in a semi-dazed manner. She had never indicated any sexual interest in him prior to this moment and-it was more than he could assimilate so swiftly. "Come on, slow-poke," she chided as she waited. Nothing happened. She took matters in her own hands. She deftly reached behind and un-zipped herself. Now, she turned to reveal her magnificent breasts over the semi-bra that helped hold them up. The bra did not cover the nipples and with her left hand she raised one of the massive breasts up toward Les's lips. "Try it for size," she whispered. He was still un-cooperative, so she placed the huge nipple directly against his mouth.
From here on, he was lost. He began kissing and sucking at the distended nipples while she pulled his head closer to her bosom. She alternated her breasts back and forth so he could suck each nipple to its fullest. Then, she pulled away and stood up to quickly work the gown down over her ankles and then stepped out, free of everything but her shoes and the semi-bra. She had a great swatch of hair at her loins and she created an impressive sight as she stood before her prospective sex partner.
Les was still the passive one, however, Helen un-zipped his trousers and pulled his prick out. To her chagrin, it was only partially erect. She wisely sensed that he was fighting to his fullest to keep from being too aroused. She began caressing and playing with his organ, but he resolutely managed to keep from an erection. She was determined in her own way. She played and toyed with his vital parts but none of it worked. Frustrated, she stared down at the limp penis. Then, her instinct came to the fore. She dropped her head down to his thighs and caught the bead of his organ between her lips.
It became a test. She kissed and sucked at his manhood as he tried to fight down the lust that was building in his loins. He was resolute. But her warm, moist lips and insistent tongue began to win out. Slowly, slowly, his penis began to enlarge and stiffen. Then, he was lost. Her avid mouth worked round and round as she sucked in his full length. Helen sucked and licked at his organ until he could hold back no longer. In throbbing spurts, his fiery sperm shot forth to be engulfed and swallowed by her hungry mouth.
Afterward, as they were fully recovered, Les told her that they could never again engage in any sexual act whatsoever. She pleaded with him to be sensible about their relationship but he wisely pointed out that sooner or later, Sy would get wind of what they were up to and that would mean the end to a beautiful friendship.
"You can't do this to me now, Les," Helen argued. "You've only proven to me how inadequate sexually my Sy really is! Now, that I've seen what a man can do, it makes him look awfully weak!"
"It takes two to tango, Helen," Les said. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe you've been derelict in your sex life with Sy? That maybe you're letting too much of the burden fall on him?" He paused. "Did you ever French him?"
"Why, no," she said. "But he's sort of prudish about sex. I don't know how he'd react to such a move on my part."
"He'd react just like I did," Les said. "I wasn't going to let you get to me. I was determined not to be the one who cheated on his best friend. But once you got your mouth and lips on my sex organs, I was lost. Now, if you'll just turn those same luscious lips loose on your husband's penis, I promise you, he'll be the greatest lover you could want! You give it a try, that's all I ask,"
The upshot of it was that Les proved to be completely accurate in his arguments. Once Helen began turning her oral skills upon Sy, she aroused him to heights he had never reached in all their married years. He wondered where she had learned the new techniques, but she played it casually and. told him she had been reading some books on sexual activity and gotten the idea from there.
As Helen became more skillful with her oral love, Sy stopped wondering over it all and relaxed to become a capable sex partner. Helen never tried to entice him into performing cunnilingus upon her even though she secretly craved it. Her main concern was to see that he was thoroughly aroused and satisfied. Now, for the first time in nearly a dozen years of married life, the two partners found themselves blessed with a far more satisfying sex life. And all because of orality.