I came to this country when I was seventeen, but I first had my cock sucked back in Italy when I was fifteen. Till that time, I knew what sex was all about – I mean I had it in my mind – but I and never had an experience. Sure, a bunch of us kids would sit around and beat off, but what was that? I wanted some action, something mote than my own hand.
I was the only boy in the family with five kids, and thus I had to get away from the house to find out anything about sex. Alberto became my best friend – he was a few years older than me – and let me know what fucking was like. So one day we arranged for me to hide in a closet while I watched him fuck his girlfriend.
It was rare to find a girl in our small village who put out like that, but Alberto was handsome and had a big cock – and he really new what to do with it. I almost died of lack of oxygen in that closet, but I certainly learned a lot and felt a rush of excitement like I had never felt before.
I was looking straight up their legs – Alberto's big hairy legs over the girl's slender soft skin – and I could see his huge balls bouncing each time his long dick slid in and out of her juicy cunt. I grabbed my cock and started beating it and I came just when they did. Man, I shot come an over the damn closet door and the shoes that were on the floor. But I didn't care – it was an education, right?
Then a week later, Alberto said he wanted to have his cock sucked, and that his girl friend would do it. Would I like to watch? What a question! I had only once seen a picture of such an act, and it stimulated me quite a bit. You bet I would love to watch!
We set the time, and just as his girl friend came to his house, I hid in the stuffy closet. It was so hot in there I decided to take off my shirt and pants, so in a minute I was naked, kneeling on the floor, my swollen cock in my right hand, my other cupped under my balls.
Alberto kissed and hugged her for a few moments and then moved close to the closet – I knew he wanted me to get a good look. He told her to strip, and she did, and he played with her tits and kissed them and ran his fingers over her pussy lips. She got very excited, and then he told her take his cock out.
She opened his pants and pulled his half-hard cock out. Then he told her to get on her knees. When she did so, she was kneeling almost in front of me and her face was right behind the keyhole. I had a great view!
She held his cock directly in front of her lips and licked the tip with her tongue. It swelled and surged in her grasp, and the head inflated and turned deep red. Then she opened her wet lips and wrapped them around it, keeping them there over the tip as she brought her hands up to grasp his ass.
Alberto moaned and looked down at the closet door and winked. Then he told her to pull his pants down. She took her lips off the tip of his cock – it was dripping with her saliva – and opened his belt. She pulled his pants down to the floor, and then his undershorts. He stepped out of them and spread his legs in front of her. He was ready for everything now.
Alberto's cock was gigantic and I was certain she could never take the entire thing in her mouth. But I watched in fascination as she slowly and carefully proved me wrong. First she took hold of his balls and caressed them in her fingertips. Alberto grabbed his cock and held it up, so she could get at his balls easier.
"Suck 'em," he said softly. She opened her beautiful mouth again and took both of his nuts into her mouth, and pushed her head up tight against his crotch. Man, I thought I was going to come that minute! I couldn't imagine such a thing and I could only wonder what it felt like! Alberto was in ecstasy. He pumped his cock and undulated his hips with moans like I had never heard. It was incredible.
Then she pulled her mouth away and let his saliva-coated balls swing free between his legs. He dropped his cock and it pointed directly at her lips and she took it in her mouth. I could see her lips tighten around the shaft as she eased her head onto lightly, gently, till half of it was in her mouth she pulled back and stopped just be fore the head fen from her lips, and again the organ into her. Her saliva foamed around the soft skin of his organ and dribbled down her chin.
She started playing with his balls as she moved back and forth on his cock. Each time she pulled the organ deeper and deeper into her mouth – where was it? I saw her throat bulge, and tears form in her eyes, as Alberto's hands forced all of it into her. The entire length of his cock – which had to be about ten inches – had disappeared into her! I couldn't believe what I was seeing! She had the tip down her throat and still she sucked like a puppy dog, hungry, beautiful, intense.
Then she really went to town. I pumped my own cock so hard I thought they could hear me. Alberto was moaning, and I was afraid he would fall over in ecstasy. His girl friend worked expertly, sucking and blowing and pulling and pushing. Every now and then she would release her grasp on his cock and cover the tip with kisses. Or he would twist his hips from side to side and smack her face with the length of his organ, hitting her cheeks with a hollow sound: and she loved every moment of it.
Then something happened I wasn't expecting – she sucked his cock in rhythm till I thought he was going to explode – the hair on his body was standing on end and his face was cringing in pain and pleasure and his balls tightened in their sac. All of a sudden he grabbed her head – by her hair – and pulled her face from his cock as he held it in his hand. It was dripping of saliva and looked as if it were about to burst…
"Don't move, keep your mouth open!" he called out, and then it came. He aimed his cock at the opening of her lips and kept it about three inches from her face. The longest spurts of come I had ever seen began to shoot from it like fire from a cannon. Each squirt of hot white come hit her lips, or the cavity of her mouth, and she moaned and cried as she watched the cock shooting into her. She wanted desperately to take it in her and suck the cream from it. Alberto wouldn't let her. He wanted to show me how the come spurted into her mouth.
I gasped and froze. In a second I would come, I knew it. I was sweating and balancing on my knees, which were beginning to hurt. I saw Alberto let go of her hair and she slammed her mouth down on his still-spurting cock, and then I leaned back and knocked a coat off a hanger…
It was a shock for the girl and me, and quite humorous for Alberto. I shouted, fell forward, hit my head on the door – which caused it to open wide and I fell out into the room, bare naked with a stiff cock.
The girl began shouting at Alberto and he screamed back at her, in the loud, ridiculous way all Italians shout – have you seen The Godfather? – and they ran around the room calling each other all kinds of names while I sat there on the floor, feeling just a little bit stupid.
Finally, the girl calmed down and, I think because she hadn't been able to suck Alberto to a climax, she consented to give me the first blow job of my life. Alberto begged her to do it and she went to it quickly. She knelt down between my legs, which she spread with her hands, and told me to lie back on the floor and relax. Relax? How could I relax?
I felt the nipples of her tits brushing against my young thighs as she moved her head near my stiff cock. It wasn't as large as Alberto's, but it was a good size for my age. Then all at once a warmth seemed to envelop me and I closed my eyes and gave myself up to pleasure.
Alberto sat next to me, watching, getting excited again, and he began playing with himself right next to my chest. His balls brushed against my skin and this too excited me. I was a ball of sexual energy!
She moved her lips down over the tip of my cock and I went to heaven. I knew then what the priests and nuns had meant when they said I would see God! It was absolutely the most exquisite feeling I had ever experienced! It was as if every nerve in my body was moved to my cock.
She pumped her head up and down and held it with her hand, around the base, moving her fingers over my balls and down between the crack of my asshole. I felt the load rising in my loins, rising through my cock, ready to spill into her mouth. She took all of it in her throat, and the tip rubbed against the roof of her mouth as it slid back there. Then I knew it was about to happen and I stiffened and clenched my fists.
Just then I felt something hot splash on my chest and I knew that Alberto had come again. That was enough to do it – I let my body go limp as all the built-up come exploded into her face. She choked at first, but sucked hard and swallowed every drop of it. She worked on my balls as each surge of juice filled her, and she pulled up along the shaft of my organ with her lips, to get every drop out of the slit in the tip.
Alberto rubbed my hair playfully and I opened my eyes. I was thankful and overjoyed and still a little surprised by it all. The girl sat up and smiled. "Ummm, very nice!" she said happily.
Then she let me touch her pussy and her tits, which was also a new experience for me, and it excited me even further. A thought flashed through my mind: What would it be like to do the same to her? What would it be like to suck her pussy?
I didn't have a chance to find out – at least not that afternoon. She said she had to get home, and she quickly dressed and left us sitting naked on the floor.
"I don't believe that happened," I said, my head still confused and excited.
"She knows what she's doing. Did you like it?"
"Like it? I loved it!" My cock was still hard that was proof that I liked it!
"She's a nice girl," Alberto said; playing with his cock. It too was half-hard – we were very horny guys, you see. And summer in Italy… oh, well, it can do that to a person.
I brought myself to ask him the question that had been troubling me. "Antonio, have you ever… well, have you sucked her pussy?"
He smiled. "Sure, a few times. I like it all right, but I'm selfish and make her work hard at the time. It's really a great thing, especially when she's all turned on and starts to gush her juice into your mouth…"
I started beating my cock again as I listened to him describe what it was like to eat her cunt.
"… Then I spread the lips with my fingers just enough to put my tongue in between. I slide it up and down till she starts crying and moving, then I push my face to her body and stick my tongue up her as far as it will go!"
I could hardly stand it – I pictured every detail in my mind as I masturbated. It wasn't long before I was ready to come again.
"… And then finally she shudders and I taste the salty drops of her fluid, and then she comes all over my wet face, banging her ass on the bed, pulling my hair and shouting out loud…"
The come shot out of the tip of my cock as I pictured my face buried between her sweet thighs. I didn't care where it landed – I wasn't even watching! I just knew what I was dreaming and it was wonderful. I wanted to do it in real life!
When I settled down and could breathe again, I looked at Alberto with a crazy smile. "Oh, Alberto, this day has been too much for me."
He laughed. "Would you like to do that to her sometime? I could arrange it. Besides, I think she likes you. She sure liked your cock."
I couldn't respond. I just nodded and burst into laughter, honest wild young laughter. I finally felt that I was growing up. And I thought, if my sisters only knew!
Two weeks later, Alberto arranged for me to meet his girl friend – I cannot remember her name, hard as I try! – but I was afraid to go alone. He said he would be glad to accompany me, to teach me if I needed help! We met her and went up to the room it felt strange not to be hiding in the closet on this hot afternoon. We soon undressed and sat on the big bed.
She lay down on the pillows, and Alberto and I knelt on either side of her so she could play with our cocks and suck them alternately till we got hard. When we did, she held them tight as we played with her big breasts. Then she spread her legs and Alberto winked at me – it was time.
I knelt between her legs. Alberto placed a pillow under her buttocks so her pussy would be open in front of my face. I stared at it – at the folds, the heavy lips, the dark hair – and realized I had never seen one so close before. I longed to smash my face to its furry softness and suck as hard as I could, but I remembered what Alberto had told me to go slowly.
I nibbled at little and spread the lips with my fingers, and she started moaning, just as he had said she would. Then I found her hard little clitoris and began rubbing it with my fingers, fascinated. I flicked it with my tongue as I spread the lips as far as I could. She went wild!
Alberto moved above her, kneeling on either side of her face, his balls falling directly into her mouth. She sucked on them as he beat his cock, watching my face making love to her pussy.
And I certainly did make love to it. I was utterly carried away, into another world it seemed, and I have never gotten over the feeling – there is nothing in the world as exciting for me, absolutely nothing. I often masturbate when I'm sucking a cunt, but it doesn't matter really, I still feel real ecstasy and fulfillment when doing it. I love the taste of pussy, the feel, the look of it. It is really my thing.
I held her thighs with my hands and let my mouth do the work – my tongue slid up her, tongue-fucking her, till I thought my head would pop, and I nibbled with my teeth and caressed her cunt lips with my lips. Her pussy was hot and mushy, creamy, inviting, I sucked all the juice out of it and put in some of my own. And I moved my hips on the bed, sinking my cock into the covers.
Alberto shouted and told me to watch – I looked up from her pussy to see his cock shoot come all over her body. Some of it landed just above her pubic hair and I quickly licked it up and went back to the warmth of her pussy. She sucked his balls through it all, and only released them after she had come…
I sucked and sucked, and fucked her as hard as I possibly could with my tongue. She undulated and Alberto told me she was coming. She couldn't talk because her mouth was filled with his heavy scrotum, but she sure moaned a hell of a lot!
He was right. She kicked her legs into the air and pushed my face deeper into her pussy with her hands. I felt her body shudder and shake, and then there was a gush that both startled and pleased me. I had brought her to orgasm on my very first try. I was very proud of myself.
And just as she didn't release my cock from her mouth till I was all done coming, I kept my mouth glued to her cunt till she was again relaxed. Alberto pulled his balls from her mouth and lay down next to her. Then I came up for air and wiped the wetness from my face. My cock stood straight up between my legs, and I knew something had to be done about it fast!
She leaned over and took it in her mouth. Alberto helped by playing with my balls and my asshole and soon I was near orgasm. This time she was rougher, sliding her teeth along the shaft, which only excited me more. I could still taste the creamy cunt fluid in my mouth and I wanted to fill her body with my liquid.
I came in one long gush. Her cheeks swelled from the force of the load, and Alberto shouted, getting turned on while watching our performance, and she kept my cock in her mouth till it had not only poured out all its juices, but had softened as well. It was going to be quite a learning experience.
I learned fast and I practiced what I learned. In the next two years I sucked just about every girl in Italy, including a few older women who were every bit as exciting as the young ones. Alberto and I remained pals, and we fucked and sucked our way across all of Europe one summer, just before I came to the United States.
"Oh yes, I came to the U.S.. Directly to Cicero, Illinois, where the family was and still is. And I am here too. Chicago isn't bad, but there is a morality that exists here in the Midwest that doesn't mix well with my ideas on sexuality. I had a rough time finding girls who would even let me feel their cunts, much less touch them. For the first year here, I almost had no sex at all. I masturbated myself silly, dreaming of eating all the cunts who were around me, but never within reach."
Although Frieda was an American Negress and Tony is an Italian, they both suffer from a similar perversion, an intense oral fixation. But Tony's disposition is more complex. Voyeurism, traces of homosexuality, ejaculatio praecox (premature emission), and a near total misconception of the feminine sexual physiological functions comprise his case history.
Tony's first real sexual encounter occurred when he watched his friend Alberto and Alberto's lover engaged in oral-genital relations. Tony was secreted behind the closet door, occupied in genital masturbation, as he watched.
The instinct of scopophilia – voyeurism/exhibitionism – is a component of the total erotic composition in every individual. Like the other components – sadism/masochism – it was a passive and active aim. Opposing sexual forces are always present simultaneously. In other words, anyone who is a voyeur is at the same time an exhibitionist. Looking and showing are preparatory acts which many normal people linger over during the attainment of the sexual goal. But the pleasure becomes perverse only when it supplants the normal sexual aim instead of augmenting it.
The forces which oppose scopophilia are shame and disgust; shame inhibits exhibiting, and disgust counters looking. These forces are set up as resistances to any sexual impulses and act as guides for sexual development, restraining it within the cultural norm. They develop in the normal individual before the sexual instinct has reached its full strength, and from this point they more or less determine the course of erotic evolution. When the sexual instinct wins in its struggle against these resistive, factors (shame and disgust) a situation which modern psychology designates as perverse, the individual is at the mercy of his libido – at least in reference to this one lust.
When the sex drive remains attached to immature phases of erotic development and fails to be subordinated to coitus, it is probably the result of a fixating experience. These experiences can be the outcome – of either an internal or external trauma – that is, an imagined or real experience – caused by seduction, observation of parents having intercourse, or the threat of castration. These are the primal scenes.
If Tony had been a child when he witnessed Alberto and Alberto's lover engaged in oral-genital intercourse, it would have been a very traumatic event for him. But Tony was already seventeen years of age when the incident occurred. Therefore, Tony's predisposition to voyeurism was probably determined by an earlier experience, which placed him passively in a position which he has been actively repeating ever since.
But as mentioned before, voyeurism is only a part of Tony's sexual disposition. Traces of homosexuality are also to be found in Tony's case. Tony became so excited when he watched Alberto masturbate that he eagerly consumed Alberto's semen. In this instance, Tony's resistance of disgust was overruled by his libido. This occurred similarly when Tony witnessed his aunt urinating and was compelled to consume some of her urine. At this point it would be easy to assume that the absence of disgust in Tony's character is the prime factor in his perversions. And no doubt it is a major factor. However, I am led to another conclusion. Tony is completely ignorant of female sexuality. He thinks that women ejaculate externally the same as men. In this way he gives himself away. He fantasizes that he sees the male genital on his women, imagining that they are ejaculating externally. And in his imagination he is exhibiting a strong sign of overt bisexuality.
In a contribution to the study of inversion, regarding a memory from the childhood of Leonardo da Vinci, Freud writes:
There was once a time when the male genital was found incompatible with the picture of the mother. When a male child first turns his curiosity to the riddles of sexual life, he is dominated by his interest in his own genital. He finds that part of his body too valuable and too important for him to be able to believe that it could be missing in other people whom he feels he resembles so much. This preconception is so firmly planted in the youthful investigator that it is not destroyed even when he first observes the genitals of little girls.
And so little boys begin to imagine that women have smaller penises that will grow in time. When the little boy grows up and sees with his own eyes that this is not true, fear strikes him. He deduces, that girls have been punished and had their penises cut off leaving a wound. Many times he has been threatened with castration for masturbating. He is now convinced that this could really be true and becomes frightened for his masculinity. And at the same time he will despise the unhappy creatures on whom the cruel punishment, as he supposed, has already fallen.
Thus Tony, in reaction to his castration fears, refuses to notice true feminine sexuality. He is forced to deny that beings, so similar to him, lack a penis because this implies the horror of castration.
It was determined earlier that Tony's fixation upon voyeurism was caused by a childhood trauma, real or imagined. We have every reason to believe that this was caused by desires brought on by thoughts of his parents having intercourse. To a child, seeing and doing are the same thing. Therefore Tony's voyeuristic fixation was related to his desire for his mother. Freud tells us that the desire for incest always evokes fear of castration. Therefore, like the little boy Freud described, he is compelled to imagine that women have penises in order to overcome his fear of castration.
The only portion of Tony's perversion which is left to be examined is his tendency toward premature emission. This again reflects his attitude towards women. By depriving his women of sexual pleasure he is expressing his aggression and hostility, which are ultimately the result of his fear of castration.
I've been here two and a half years. When I first got here, I was unaccustomed to the ways of this country, and I spoke almost no English at all. Now I'm a regular American, and I walk and talk like it and I still live in Cicero with my aunt and uncle.
I must tell you about my aunt – I call her Madge – because she has played an important role in my life. And in my sexual life as well.
When I first got here, as I said earlier, I almost had no sex whatsoever – I didn't know anyone and didn't know how to find girls the way we did in Italy. And of the women I knew were either married or well-protected by their parents. So what was I to do? I fell asleep with an erection each night, and woke the same way in the morning. My thoughts were constantly on sex – especially oral sex.
Once, after an English class at night, I met a girl. She was not the best looking broad in the world, but after starvation, who cares? I came on to her very strong, and she didn't resist – she was feeling my cock as soon as we started kissing. We went to her apartment – a dingy little place I remember – and took off our clothes. It had been months since I had touched another person, and I was dying for it.
But she wouldn't do anything! I started sucking her tits, but she pushed me away. "Fuck me, honey!" she said.
OK, I would fuck her, but after a little sucking first; man, she had a big juicy pussy and I was ready to sink my mouth into it.
"Let me kiss you all over first…" I mumbled as I tried desperately to move my face to her cunt.
"I wanna get fucked, so fuck me!" she said, pulling my head up. "I don't go for none of that mouth stuff." She wasn't the brightest woman in the world either.
So I fucked her and blew my rocks off almost the minute I entered her. She was pissed about that and told me to get out. Christ, my cock was still dripping when I went out the door. I did make the mistake of leaving my name and phone number – I had given that to her before we went to bed – and I didn't hear from her again until almost two months later.
I was eating supper with my aunt and uncle, when the telephone rang. My aunt answered and her face turned purple in a moment. She started shouting in Italian, so I thought it was a neighbor or someone who was calling…
It's a long story, and I won't bore you, but the caller turned out to be the slut I fucked that night, saying that I had made her pregnant! Of course, I hadn't. She had been with hundreds of guys in the past months – how the hell could she tell? I guess I was the only one stupid enough to give her my name and number. Well, it all blew over when my uncle warned her that the Mafiosi would put her at the bottom of the Chicago River if she didn't forget she even knew me.
What's important is that incident was the key to opening up a new relationship with my aunt, because we began to discuss sex after that.
My aunt came into my room late one night after my uncle had gone to sleep. She was wearing her nightgown, and I was struck how different she looked – it was the fact that she had her hair down for a change, I had always seen it piled up on her head. I sat up in bed.
"Tony, are you asleep?" she whispered.
"No, Madge. Come in."
She turned on the little light on my dresser and sat on the bed next to me. Her eyes were a deep brown in the little light and her face seemed soft, almost very young. I realized what a beautiful woman she was – I guess it was something I hadn't thought about before because she was related to me. I was horny as hell and I knew I didn't dare lift the covers or she'd see my erection.
"Tony, can we be very honest with each other?" she asked smiling.
"Sure, yeah, aren't we always?" I wondered what the hell she wanted to talk about.
"That phone call, ever since then I've been worried about you." She turned her head away.
Worried? What the hell did she mean? "There's nothing to worry about," I said.
"What I mean is I suddenly realized you're a grown boy – a young man – and I'm afraid we're not providing the right kind of environment. I mean, you must be very frustrated here, with so few girls around, so few outlets for…"
"I'm doing okay," I lied. I knew this was hard for her, and it was hard for me to listen to it. "It's not so bad being frustrated," I said for the hell of it.
That did it! She turned her head and looked me square in the eyes. "It's the worst thing in the world," she said, almost sadly.
I blurted out, "A beautiful woman like you can't be frustrated!"
"Tony, do you really think I'm beautiful?" she asked, putting her hand on my thigh.
Madge, don't move your hand an inch or you'll make me come! I thought. My head was spinning.
"Yes, of course, you're beautiful," I told her, shaking.
"No one has said that to me in years. I'll tell you a litlle secret, Tony. Your uncle and I love each other and we do make love, but there are more things two people can do with each other…"
"Yes, Tony, that's why I'm frustrated. And I wanted to tell you – I'm embarrassed – I hope you won't take the chance of making a girl pregnant there are methods, or there are other things to do…"
She was a wreck by now; she hardly knew what she was saying. Her hand was growing hot on my thigh and my cock was swollen stiff about two inches from her. I think she could see it sticking up under the covers, but I wasn't sure.
There was sex in the air – there had been from the moment she entered the room. It was blowing my mind: man, she was my aunt, my mother's sister! Her husband was sleeping in the room down the hall! She was in her thirties! Everything told me what I was thinking and hoping was wrong, but still an unnatural force drove me, through my powers of sexuality, to desire this woman more than I had desired anyone in my life.
"I should go, Tony. I'm sorry – I didn't know what I wanted to say, really. I just wanted to talk to you." She paused for a moment, and then bent down and kissed me on the forehead. She lingered there for a moment – her breasts just touching my chest – and then stood up and said goodnight. I couldn't respond – I was having a heart attack!
She walked to the dresser and turned out the light. Everything inside me was calling her back to the bed, begging her not to leave! She walked to the door and opened it – the light from the hall filled the room and I saw the outline of her body standing in the door – and then the door closed. But she was on the inside!
The room was pitch black, but I could here her breathing, her small steps as she neared the bed. I put out my hand – what for exactly, I didn't know – and soon I felt soft material. I was rubbing her thigh and knee. I could feel her spreading her legs. Then she lifted her nightgown slowly up over her waist and I gently moved my hand between her legs and brought it up to her wet warm pussy.
I eased the lips apart with my fingers and pushed my knuckle up into her, just enough to send a sensation of pleasure through us both. Her cunt lips seemed to bite my finger, holding onto it, sucking it. She moved closer to the bed and I withdrew my finger.
Then she stood there, directly next to me, and held her gown up while I moved my lips to her beautiful womanly cunt. I held tight to her buttocks as I eased my face between her legs, smelling, tasting, loving – it was an incredible moment! Never before had a cunt been so alive, so fresh, so strong for me. The lips had a power of their own! The hairs smelled like beautiful flowers! I was going crazy – I felt like a poet!
I put my lips on her pussy and worked my tongue up her. I hadn't had my tongue up a cunt in so long I had almost forgotten what it was like. But I soon remembered. My tongue slid in there, feeling the hot walls caressing it. I moved it back and forth, in and out, up into her as far as I could get it to go, and then I brought my hands around and held her pussy apart so I could suck the hell out of her clit.
I found the hard little nub and bit it lightly, flicking again and again with my tongue until she gasped and nearly fell over. I couldn't stay in that position any longer – my neck was breaking. I fell back to my pillows and took a deep breath.
In a second she pulled the nightgown over her head and was totally naked. I could make out the lines of her body in the little light that was coming in the window. She had exquisite breasts and nice, rounded hips. She knelt on the bed, next to my head, and ran her fingers over my lips again and again. Then I sucked them into my mouth and licked them and bit them as she moved her hand around and found my cock under the blanket. She pulled it out and held it tight, around the tip. I was so excited I had to really think about not coming!
Then she moved directly over my face, spreading her cunt above me. I looked up to see the darkness of the lips coming down toward my mouth. I parted my lips and put my tongue out, ready to receive. All this time she kept a hold on my cock.
Then, as her pussy hit my face and rammed itself down onto my tongue, she let her body fan flat against mine and took my cock down her throat! No nibbling, no kissing, no touching with her tongue first – she just sucked it into her as far as it would go, down to the root. Then her mouth seemed to fill with saliva and in a second, as I began tongue-fucking her cunt again, she started really giving me a blow job I'll never forget.
As I kissed and licked and sucked on her pussy, she was doing the same to me. She held my balls tight with one hand, while the other one grasped my cock around its base, to hold it straight up so her lips could slide along it easily.
Then she moaned and pressed her pussy as hard against my face as she could. I held her ass cheeks with my hands, forcing my fingers between them, rubbing at the opening to her anus. I felt her body shake and for a moment she stopped sucking, holding my cock deep in her mouth, as her orgasm came. My face was flooded with her womanly fluids and I kept right on sucking till it was over – and I thought it would never stop! She came and came and shook all over. I was afraid my uncle would hear it – we were making an awful lot of noise, and the damn bed was squeaking!
When she recovered a bit, she started sucking on my cock again. Her pussy was still plastered against my face and I sucked harder and harder, feeling my own orgasm coming to a peak. I shuddered as my balls swelled. Then it came – a great hot load, into my beautiful aunt's face. She sucked every drop of come out of me and wouldn't let go of my prick till it was soft. It was too much to believe, too good to be true. I didn't even hope it would happen again.
She got up from the bed – still without a word and put her nightgown back on. Then she sat on the bed next to me and bent down and kissed the tip of my cock. I brushed my hand through her soft long hair, and she stood up and left the room.
Talk about a mind-blower! I wasn't even eighteen years old, I was in America, I could hardly speak English, and I had just made oral love to my aunt! I didn't sleep a wink that night – I wonder if she did?
It was hard to look her in the eye the next day, but she seemed very at ease with the situation. I told myself, convinced myself, that it was one of those things that happened once in a lifetime, and that it was over.
But that very night, again after my uncle was snoring, she crept into my room. She didn't say anything this time, but clicked on the dresser light. I guess she wanted to see my cock in the light – she walked to the bed and pulled back the covers, exposing my naked body. She smiled when she saw that I already had an erection. She sat on the bed and took it in her lips, just as she had the night before, playing with my balls with her hands. I just lay there stunned into a fantastic sensual dream, and I came easily, again into her mouth. My come was so plentiful that some of it dribbled down her chin. When it was over she stood up and blew me a kiss, and left the room. Wow!
The next night, I was ready for her. I had showered and shaved, and positioned myself into a real sexy position on the bed – naked, sitting up against the headboard, my hand on my hard cock, one finger down playing with my asshole. I heard footsteps and a light knock on the door. Without thinking I said, "Come in."
The next thing I knew, my uncle was standing there staring at me like I had just murdered somebody! I was so fucking embarrassed. I felt like I wanted to die. He gave me this long lecture on how bad masturbation was for me, and how I should be out fucking girls. I listened politely, said good-night, and then beat off as soon as he left. I thought about Madge, but I was disappointed she didn't come to my room.
She didn't show up for almost four days, and I wondered why. I realized later she was having her period at that time, but I didn't realize it then. One afternoon, however, I came home and found her in the kitchen mixing a cake batter. I said hello, asked her if anyone was home, and she said no, she was alone. I stuck my finger in the batter and tasted it. She smiled at me and put her hands between my legs. I couldn't believe it.
Right there, in the damn kitchen at three in the afternoon, she got on her knees and pulled my cock out of my pants! It got hard as soon as she put her thick lips on it and I went back and held onto the table as she worked up and down it with her perfect teeth and saliva. Then she released it and stood up, grabbed the bowl of batter, and held it under my cock.
"I'm gonna make you come in it, Tony. That way we'll all be eating you without knowing it, at supper," she said. She was nuts! And I loved it! The whole idea excited me tremendously. She held the bowl in both hands as I worked my hand up and down my cock a few times and then shot my load into the fucking cake batter…
Things like that went on for days – I remember trying to keep a straight face when my uncle said it was one of the best cakes she had ever made – and we did crazy things like sucking each other in the garage after we returned from grocery shopping. Once I went into the bathroom when she was sitting on the toilet and knelt down and watched her pee. She spread her legs and when she finished I licked the few drops of urine off her pussy lips and then sucked her till she came. It was crazy – I'd do anything, and so would she.
Finally, one night, after we had sucked each other's assholes for awhile, we became serious. Madge started crying and I didn't know what was wrong. Why had we been always in a hurry to have oral sex at strange times, in weird places, without any kissing or hugging or such? She finally admitted she was falling in love with me. And I knew I was in love with her! We had been afraid to admit it, and when we had we felt so much more secure and even more attracted to each other.
We kissed on the lips for the first time, and our tongues moved together in a fury of passion. Our bodies no longer seemed like sexual object, they were love objects. And sex took on an entire new feeling, a new quality, a new excitement.
"Tony, I love you more than anything in the world!"
"More than my cock?" I asked, jokingly.
"Well, maybe not that much." She moved her head down between my legs and sucked my balls into her mouth. I masturbated till I came – the come fell down my organ and dripped all over her face. Then I kissed her and my come spread all over our faces until I buried my head between her legs. Then her juices cleansed me and my own juice mixed with her wetness as I tongue-fucked her cunt.
We fucked the next day. It was nice, but it wasn't nearly as exciting as our oral copulation. She could get my uncle to fuck her anytime she wanted, so she didn't have to turn to me for that. But it was love and oral satisfaction she received from me, and I felt damn good about it. I was finally happy myself, finally satisfied with sex, and it hasn't ended yet.
My uncle has never found out. I sometimes think he knows, but if he does he doesn't care. I date other girls, and I suppose one day I'll meet one I love and will want to marry. But Madge is all there is right now, Madge and her beautiful pussy and asshole. My mouth was made to make love to my aunt, I really believe that.
And hers was made to suck my cock. I swear, she sucks me so hard and so often, I think my penis has grown an inch or two since we started playing around.
I've told a few of my friends about her, about our relationship, and every single one was horrified. They tell me it's sick, it's unnatural, it's wrong. Bullshit! Who's to say it's wrong? It doesn't make us sick. It seems like the most natural thing in the world. So where does anyone get off condemning me for it?
That's what's wrong with this world, with this country, with people! They still hold on to the Victorian ideals, to the things the good nuns and priests taught them, to the words of their grandparents. Man, this is a new age, whether here in Cicero or in Italy, and if more people could be like my aunt and me, things would be a lot more peaceful. Agree? I hope so.
The prognosis for Tony is not very favorable. Tony has lost all feelings of shame and disgust that are designed to moderate oral sexuality. Not that oral sex is shameful or disgusting. It is a pleasant adjunct to coitus. Only when oral sex consumes the entire sexual life is it a perversion.
There can be no ethnic difference between individuals who are at this low stage of development, for culture is built upon the repression of what individuals like Tony refuse to renounce.