Out of the Mouths of Babes…
"Hey, quit being so fucking serious, will you? Just because this is a big deal interview, well, does that mean it can't be fun? You're acting like a sex club is something evil… and it's not! It's a groove, a gas; shit, man, it's saving my life and my marriage. Is that anything to feel ashamed about?
"Look at it this way. Anything that turns you on, and doesn't hurt anybody else, well, hell, that's got to be great. Look, I must smoke about five packs of cigarettes a day and I must consume at least a gallon of diet colas, tea, coffee, and booze every day. Now, you figure that out and that means my mouth is constantly busy. Right? So I'll bet health nuts would be appalled at that information… screw 'em' It's my life, and my body, and if it makes me happy to do that to my body it shouldn't be anybody's business but mine. Right? And the same goes for a sex club, or swappers, or any of that stuff. If it makes the members happy… it's nobody else's business, right? Now we could sit here and discuss deep, meaningful, Freudian implications until we both drop dead, but that wouldn't change anything. Or we could talk about cancer scares, but that wouldn't change anything either. You gotta do what you gotta do. As I said, if it doesn't hurt anybody else, who cares?
"My first husband and I broke up after only three years of marriage. He was a nice guy and all that stuff, a good provider, yak and clack. But he was a real square in bed. He thought oral sex was a perversion! Are you ready for that? We had so goddam many arguments about it, and that constant hostility led to arguments about everything, that we finally agreed to cut it off. Nothing is worth being up tight about all the time. Nothing. Then I met Mark. Oh hey! I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me… when I married the first time, I was a virgin. I'd read a few of the sex manuals and learned about oral sex, but I could never get my husband to cooperate with me, to even try it. But Mark was something else again.
"I met him at a party. He told me he was a lawyer, that his specialty was corporate law, and what with one thing and another, he asked me for a date on the following night He was groovy looking, sort of the James Coburn type, and I agreed. If you can't bag H doctor, a lawyer's the next best thing. Right? They're both r gone a lot and they both make a lot of money. Crazy.
"Mark picked me up at my apartment at 8:30 sharp the next evening, looking dapper in a dark blue suit with a red pinstripe and wearing a brightly colored paisley tie. Really slick. I like men who are sharp dressers. As for me, I know I'm not a raving beauty, but I've got a damned good figure and terrific legs, so I favor the mini and did the moment it hit the fashion scene. At that time, I'd already been divorced for about two years and had been sort of playing the field. Oh sure, I went to bed with a few of the guys, but I wasn't what you'd call promiscuous or anything. And dammit, every time I'd want to try out this oral sex stuff, the guy would look shocked as all hell and then I'd never hear from him again. We're living in a world of mental lepers, know that?
"Anyway, Mark took me out to dinner at a very nice roadside restaurant up the coast, we danced, drove back to a small bistro not too far from my place and had a nightcap, and then he brought me home. He walked me to the elevator, came up with me to my door, and pulled me to him to kiss me good-night. Mark wasn't like the others… he didn't hesitate or wonder whether or not I'd let him kiss me on the first date, or even if I wanted him to or not… he wanted to, so he did! Now that's a man! And he knew how to kiss a girl, too. He didn't fool around. That tongue of his snaked right into my mouth and washed me out real good, his hands were strong and firm on my buttocks I could feel his dong through the material that separated us, feel it hot and twitching. And the next thing I knew, Mark had his hand up under my mini, working his fingers against the flimsy pantyhose crotch, tickling, my pussy hairs. Oh wow! That did it! I managed to break the kiss long enough to suggest that we get out of thehall and into my apartment before we got arrested.
"As soon as we were inside, Mark began to kiss me again, and this time he managed to roll down the top of my pantyhose far enough to get his fingers right on my hot snatch. I could feel his strong warm fingers sliding all over my crotch, slipping in my hot juices. I was so fucking wet down there it was almost embarrassing! But the feeling he was giving me was wild and his fingers kept working my cunt, rubbing up and down, around and around, with a light but strong touch on my slimy pussy that was driving me nuts. I couldn't help shoving my hips toward his hand, grinding myself against his busy fingers, and I was about ready to go right out of my gourd if I didn't get fucked soon.
"I don't remember exactly how, but the next thing I knew Mark and I were on my bed, both of us stark naked and he kept fingering my snatch, kissing my tits, and talking dirty things like how he was gonna fuck me, how he was going to take his big hot cock and shove it all the way up my cunt until I couldn't stand it anymore things like that. Oh wow! Did he turn me on talking like that! All the time that big whang of his was poking into my flesh against my leg, and he was finger-fucking me but keeping his thumb on my clitoris, pushing at it like a doorbell, and all I could do was squirm and writhe under his artful touch. When he wasn't talking dirty to me, or kissing my tits, he was shoving his tongue deep into my mouth and I could no longer resist my need to get really layed. I took his prick in my hand, feeling how hot and hard it was, and started to massage it, to pump on it, to get him so hot he'd have to fuck me properly. He had a beauty of a hard on, and I wanted that dong of his right up inside my cunt and fucking the holy hell out of my aching, lonely vagina.
"As if I had him on a lead, I finally got Mark to get on top of me, and I guided his big cock toward the core of my passion, pressing my pelvis forward slowly so that I could feel how his cock filled my vagina, stretched that hole real nice, and gave myself up entirely to letting him fuck me. I could feel his engorged penis sliding in and out of me, in and out, almost effortlessly, feel the head of his prick, that bulbous ridge of it, edging its way inside of me, causing a wild friction on the walls and muscles of the vagina, feel how it slipped against each tiny ridge and crevice of my wet and hungry hole until the tip of his glans would gently strike against my cervix and his big balls would slap lightly against the cheeks of my ass. Mark kept nuzzling at my neck with his lips, giving me tiny bites and hundreds of tiny kisses, but never letting up on his fucking of me, his hands kneading at my breasts beneath his hairy chest.
"Almost delirious with wanting to come, pushed my pelvis at him harder, yelling at him to fuck me hauler, harder, writhing and twisting my torso to get that great big hard cock of his all the way up inside of me. I threw my legs up into the air so that he could shove it into me real good, and doing that seemed to trigger Mark's own need because he began to piston into me, slamming into me hard. I could barely stand the exquisite pain and joy of being so royally fucked, of feeling my cunt so hot and ready that I could feel my juices running down the cheeks of my ass and the way his balls made a slapping sound against me. Then Mark started grunting, gasping out that he was going to come any second, any second, and hearing that, knowing that he would be popping off soon, really sent me into orbit. My cunt seemed to bloat up, beating and pulsing-with sensation, and finally I began to spasm over and over around Mark's throbbing cock even as it had begun to shoot its come into me in wildly thrilling, hot, spurts of semen. It was a glorious fuck-for both of us, I knew.
"We rested afterward, smoking a cigarette. When I had the strength, I got up and made us both a drink. I felt very close to' Mark, like I'd known him for a very, very long time. I guess a good lay will do that for a gal… you're grateful, sure, there's always that, but more important, you feel like a real woman, like you're fulfilled for a change.
"'You're not going to believe this,' I told Mark as we lay in the dark, his arm under my head, 'but this is the first time I've ever gone to bed with a guy on a first date.'
"'Oh, I believe it all right,' Mark said, and laughed. 'Your psyche would demand a degree of propriety under the usual circumstances.'
"I-laughed. 'What's that mean?'
"'It means, Liz, that there's a bit of the cockteaser in you… you've got to give a guy the come-on and then stall him until you think he's suffered enough. Am I right?'
"I had to think about it. 'Yeah d never paid any attention before, but yeah, you're right.'
"Well, we started to talk. You know, the kind of talk you can only have when you're both satisfied, you've had a few drinks but aren't drunk, and it's late… like you're the only two people in the world still awake in the night. I don't know how long we sipped' our drinks, toying with each other's bodies, and talking. But I found myself telling Mark things I'd never told anyone before, even about my first marriage and this funny business of nobody wanting to let me learn about oral sex. That last bit really cracked Mark up. He couldn't believe it. But I assured him, that it was quite true… that in this 'day and age, strange as it might seem, I couldn't get anybody who'd go down on me or who'd let me go down on him. So Mark sat up abruptly and told me that my worries were about to be over-forever. He made me go run the tub and take a bath, then he took one after me. I suggested that we bathe together, but he said it was one of the few things that turned him off, that it was bad enough to sit in his own dirt, but to have to sit in the dirt of two people was a disgusting idea to him.
"Listen, who was I to argue? I finally found me a live one who was going to teach me what I'd been dying to try for years-who was I to argue a small point about taking a bath together!
"Anyway, scrubbed and perfumed, I impatiently lay on the bed nursing my drink until Mark joined me. His dong was still limp, and from what I'd read in the sex manuals that meant my work was cut out for me. He lay down then, stretched out on his back with his arms folded under his head.
"'There it is, Liz. It's all yours. Do your thing.'
"I leaned forward, my hair falling across his abdomen as I began to examine his cock. It lurched a little when I touched it and I realized then that Mark had one helluva good cock on him. It was damned big, maybe five and a half inches from the base to the stem, and I marveled at how it stood away from his crotch hairs like a tree growing tall from the underbrush. I took my thumb and rested it along the underside of his prick, lightly tracing along what felt like a thin muscle running from the base of his shaft right into the ridge of its head. It was so smooth! Oh, the veins were beginning to bulge a little, but the glans was like velvet. I played with his cock, watching the veins swell, and dropped my fingers down to his-scrotum to tease his balls and tickle him there. By then, Mark was beginning to have an unavoidable reaction and I could hear his breathing getting harder and heavier… he was beginning to squirm a little as his cock was slowly aroused. I brought my hand down around the base of his penis and gathered the skin into my fist, then began slowly to bring my fist up along, the shaft, forcing the skin to precede it and then Spill over the edge of his glans. Up and down, slowly up and down, I kept that up until I saw that he was emitting a small amount of sperm from the tiny hole at the tip of his penis. That really turned me on.
"I slowly lowered my mouth toward his penis and let my tongue dart out to flick off the fluid at the tip of his ever-growing cock. I blew on it next, and saw how Mark's penis twitched and arched upward toward my mouth. And I could feel my mouth begin to salivate… I could hardly wait to get that thing of his into my face! I took it slow and easy, though. I wanted to do a good job of it, I didn't want to blow it. Hey, that's funny. Get it? Blow it? Oh well, anyhow, I remembered the manual saying how sensitive a guy's balls are, so I brought my lips around them and sucked at them lightly, nuzzling the base of his cock, with my nose, occasionally letting my tongue flick about the shaft like a hot wet whip. That's when Mark really got hard! His dong must've been up to at least seven inches! Oh wow!
"Even I couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted that great big cock of his in my mouth, I wanted to suck on it with just as much intensity as I'd wanted his cock to fuck me earlier in the evening. How does anyone ever explain the feeling of wanting to suck cock? It's like you've gotta have it, and that's all. Like the feeling when you've gotta have a drink of water or you'll die of thirst. Well, I finally took his burning dick and shoved the head of it into my greedy mouth, keeping my lips tight around the shaft so that it would feel as if he were sticking it up into my grasping hole. And as it entered my mouth, I could feel it get even bigger, pushing up against my throat while I played with his balls and tickled his anus. I encircled the shaft with my hand and rode it up and down with my mouth at the top, sticking my tongue as deeply into the little hole as I could, and creating a sucking action around the glans, nibbling at the ridge of it with my teeth. And it was then that I felt Mark trying to get me to change my position, to get me to turn around. Stilt, man, I Only needed the hint. My cunt was burning up, I was dying to know what it would feel like to have his mouth on my snatch, to feel a tongue on it, and my only worry was that I'd get so fucking carried away I might bite his cock!
"So I turned around, never letting go of his cock, never quitting washing it with my' tongue, but now my cunt was in his face, my hot dripping cunt, and I was about ready to explode with wanting to find out what his mouth would feel like. But Mark was his own man, not to be rushed or told what to do. He began to run a wet finger up and down the crack of my ass while I was sucking on his cock, teasing my asshole with his finger and then letting his finger run down into my snatch, pretending to go up inside of my hole for a few seconds, then taking a couple of swipes at my clitoris so that even I could feel that my clit was getting a hard on of its very own. It felt wild. Mostly because I knew his face was right down there, right at my snatch! It was really wild. Mark would pinch at my clit a couple of times and nearly send me out of my skin, but I'd reciprocate by nibbling at his fiery cock.
"And then Mark stopped foolin' around and took my hips with both his hands and brought my pussy right up to his face and begin to lick at it. Lick at it! Oh man! Do you know what that feels like? I damned near passed out.
"Mark's mouth was really talented and his tongue was a work of art! He'd take long lapping strokes on my cunt, then dip into my hole and baby-fuck me with his tongue, and then come up and grab my clitoris between his lips, sucking on it, letting his tongue roll around and around the hard little clit until I thought I'd scream… but he always knew when to quit, when to go back to lapping at my sopping snatch. What was great was that I could tell that Mark really dug sucking my cunt, that he really enjoyed sucking my hot box and swallowing all those juices that kept pouring out of me. And knowing that made me hotter, both for myself and also for his dong. Every time his tongue caressed my pussy, I sucked on his rigid cock with even greater pleasure and excitement.
"Nearly in a frenzy with the thrill Mark was giving me, I worked even more feverishly to please his engorged cock. It didn't take long and he began to hump his thick rod into my mouth right up against my throat even while I was pushing my twat into his face, rubbing myself against his nose and his tongue. We were, by then, both sweating like animals. I could no longer prevent my orgasm and I think Mark knew it. Grunting savagely, chewing and licking and sucking at each other's genitals, I felt the first spurt of his semen splash against my throat, hot and sticky, thick like syrup, and he shot and he shot, again and again, while my orgasm convulsed my entire torso, flooding me with electric thrills, my hungry pussy clutching and jerking and grabbing. I'd never had an orgasm like that ever and I'll probably never forget it. It was the most fantastic experience of my life, and, needless to say, it's changed my life completely."
Liz R_
, the subject of this case history, as the first half of her narrative suggests and the balance of which confirms, is a young woman going in a number of directions at the same time. Although she can in no way be considered as the typical American housewife (she is now married to Mark R-), she does manifest some of the typical problems that the "modern liberated women"- or the modern women thinking of "liberation"-find themselves facing or saddled with.
To begin with, Liz R- has been married prior to her involvement with, and subsequent marriage to, Mark That first marriage had I failed. There are no specific indications as to the reasons for that failure. The marriage was childless. This suggests the possibility that the subject's oral compulsion-i.e., preference for cunnilingus and fellatio as opposed to regular coitus-has been with her for quite some time. Her outright refusal to delve into her childhood, adolescence, and postadolescence suggests that there was some early traumatic experience which precipitated her obsession with oral lovemaking. However, this preference for oral gratification is not the subject's only potential problem (the qualifying term potential is used here because Liz R-'s oral drive has not yet totally suppressed her desires for other forms of lovemaking).
There is apparent, particularly in the first portion of her narrative, an overbearing inferiority complex which the subject strains to cover up by the utilization of what might be termed as a sexually aggressive vocabulary. This utilization is, in fact, so pronounced that one is almost incited to pursue the possibility that, on top of everything else, Liz R- is suffering from coprolalio, i.e., a mental condition in which a person obtains some sort of erotic gratification or stimulation through the use of sexually extremely frank-or "obscene"-language. The chances are, however, that this is nothing more than an attempt on the part of the subject to either appear "sophisticated" in the eyes of the analyst or to create a diversion from the problems which she is trying to conceal or suppress. In short, her rather stevedorish language is a defense mechanism.
Yet, this very defense mechanism reveals-especially in her subsequent narrative, in which she brings up Joanna and Joanna's attraction to her-still another problem in the making, the problem of homosexuality or lesbianism. And the conflict in the making here should be quite obvious. In spite of the subject's superficial attempt to appear undisturbed by her attraction toward Joanna-her justification that as long as there is no "emotional involvement" with the other woman, as long as it's purely sexual, there will be no problem-she is, in fact, frightened by the idea of being a lesbian. It is up to the analyst to point out to her that she is basically bisexual, which, in itself, was recognized to be a nonpathological condition even by Wilhelm Stekel almost half a century ago. In his work titled Bi-sexual Love, he wrote:
There are no monosexual persons! The heterosexual period stretches far into puberty. All persons are bisexual. But persons repress either the homosexual or the heterosexual components on account of certain motives or because they are compelled by particular circumstances and consequently act as if they were monosexual…
And added:
Nature has created us bisexual beings and requires us to act as bisexual beings. The purely heterosexual is always a neurotic in a certain sense, that is, the repression of the homosexual components already creates a predisposition to neurosis, or is in itself a neurotic trait shared by every normal person…
The subject's basic problem, however, is not lesbianism, the fear of which she tries to magnify probably, again, to divert her psychoanalyst from his search for truth, nor is it her coprolalic manifestation or oral compulsion. It is rather a complex combination of these within what might be considered to be a framework of hypersexuality that is made the more acute by the jealousy that Liz R- experiences when she suspects Mark, her husband, to be sexually involved with one of his clients.
Her reaction to this discovery is, in fact, neither acute nor unusual. Charles Samson Fйrй, in his The Sexual Urge: How it Grows or Wanes, pointed out the potential of jealousy in the following manner:
Jealousy… may manifest itself in both sexes as an anomaly of the instinct relating to sexual pursuit or attraction. Jealousy is a moral pain that may be legitimately caused by a wounded feeling, e.g., of love or anwur-propre-an attempt to touch a sacred possession; but it often appears without provocation, through a habit of suspicion, which is to some extent constitutional. "We are jealous, not because any motive exists, but because of a fault which lies within our nature.".. It is a true psychosis… It is connected with nervous debility. It brings women more often than men into lunatic asylums; it is often, in fact, a form of insanity…
It is, in fact, jealousy on the part of the subject that prompts her and her husband Mark to join the primarily orally oriented sex, group. This "solution" to the problem might very well appear to be somewhat ludicrous to any monogamous-minded person; yet, to a great many of the modern, sexually "liberated" members of society, for whom sexual activity does not necessarily presuppose love, or emotional involvement, participation in group sex and mate swapping is considered to be "honest," whereas any surreptitious sexual activity is considered to be if not "dishonest," then at least "not Kosher."
There can be no question that Liz R- is neither secure nor is apt to find what she' is looking for in the arrangement into which she has been drawn with Mark. The insecurity that she feels is manifested not only through the instance of her suspecting Mark of infidelity-and it is not clear from her narrative whether Mark had had, in fact, consummated an affair with his blonde "client" or not-but through her somewhat forced sexual frankness of narrative. It is possible that she envisages herself as a disciple of the recently highly touted Women's Liberation Movement; it is not improbable that her coarseness is an attempt to appear "liberated." If such is the case, then the juvenility of such an attitude must be branded as being nothing more or less than pathetic. It is analogous to a pubescent child's mistaken notion that lighting a cigarette is a sign of adulthood.
Toward the close of her narrative, Liz R- tries quite hard to convince herself, or perhaps the analyst, that her and her husband's venture into the group-sex circuit has been the salvation of their marriage. Undoubtedly, their sexual extroversion has afforded them a lease on their marriage, it has eliminated the boredom that had apparently entered their married life, and it has provided the subject with an outlet for her hypersexuality. It is extremely doubtful, however, that either the subject or her husband will be able to find any lasting solution to what amounts to incompatibility in their marital relations.
"Mark and I were married about eight months later. We shared several interests, our political views were close enough to avoid hate-and I don't care what the marriage experts say, you can't be a dove and be in love with a hawk!- and we were highly compatible sexually. To anticipate your question, yes, I still like to get fucked, but only as an added bonus. There's something about getting sucked off, while you've got a rock-hard cock in your mouth, that just can not be topped.
"At first, we were blissfully happy together. Mark and I had intercourse-or more accurately, sucked each other off-at least once every night, and for the first several months, he was able to sneak home around lunchtime for a fast fuck. I was very busy making the adjustments of any new wife, plus the fact that we'd bought a condominium in a high-rise, so there were the usual problems of trying to blend his furniture with mine, of selling duplicate appliances (like who needs two refrigerators?), and in short, setting up house. Because Mark was so busy with his practice, he gave me carte blanche with our home; I could decorate it any way I wanted to, have furniture reupholatered, get the walls papered, anything that the budget would permit. Remarrying, of course, meant forfeiting my alimony, but Mark had a very comfortable income so I was not unduly hamstrung financially. There's so much to keep you busy at first. Mark was a man of many small routines. His socks had to be in the top left-hand drawer; if they weren't, it upset him. Handkerchiefs had to be folded in rectangular quarters, not squares. Dinner at six was to be served at six… on the dot. And of course, as newlyweds with a new home, our curious friends had to be invited over for dinner so they could snoop. I tried to mix them usually, with one couple from his former life, and one couple from mine. That way, everybody had a better time, there were new faces, and nobody felt left out.
"But gradually, very casually, Mark was showing a lessening interest in our sex life. I tried very hard to be an understanding wife, but there were nights when I thought I'd go insane if he didn't suck me, when I'd lie there in the dark with a pain in my groin from desire and listening to his soft snoring. I was becoming highly dissatisfied with our diminishing sex life, though I was perfectly happy in every other way. Or at least, until I found out what was going on!
"We'd been married for a little over a year when, as was not unusual, Mark phoned me from the office one day telling me that I should go ahead and have dinner without him, that he had to meet with a client and would dine with him. He mentioned some nearby restaurant where I could reach him if anything urgent came up, as he always did, and I really didn't think anything about it. But later on, feeling rather mischievous I suppose, I decided to get all gussied up and surprise him at the restaurant-client or no client. I wouldn't stay long, just have a drink with them and then come home if they still had more business to discuss. When I got there, however, and before Mark spotted me, I saw that this 'client' was a very young blonde-too young to need a corporation attorney-and that my husband had one hand around her shoulder and the other looked suspiciously as if it were halfway up her crotch!
"Hurt, cruelly disappointed, I stumbled out of the place before Mark could possibly see me. I think I was probably in a state of great emotional shock because I don't really remember too much about that evening. I returned home, I know that, but I can't seem to recall anything more about that evening. Mark has since told me that when he got home, I was sound asleep. That seems unbelievable to me, but at this point in our marriage, he has no reason to lie. Somehow I got through the next morning, made Mark his breakfast, and sent him off to the office. He had asked me if I was feeling all right, and I do remember telling him that I felt as if I were coming down with a cold. The rest of the morning is something of- a blur in my mind. I know that I bathed luxuriously, soaking for at least an hour in the hot soothing tub, that I chose my clothes with great care and dressed painstakingly, and that I went to a beauty parlor I'd noticed quite near Mark's office. It was just a little before noon when I glided through the imitation oak doors to his suite. I marched right past his receptionist and his secretary, straight into his lair. Fortunately, for everyone, I suppose-he was alone. He glanced up at me, his face breaking into a welcoming smile until he got a closer look at my expression.
"'Don't bother to get up, Mark,' I said to him, walked straight in front of his face, then pulled up my skirt to expose my naked snatch. 'Suck it, buster. Suck it now… before you're too tired to suck it later 'cause you've been shacking up with some teen-ager!'
'"Are you out of your mind, Liz? Do you realize what you're doing?'
"'If you're worried about anyone seeing us, Melvin Belli Jr., go lock your door, but you are going to make love to me and right now!'
"Pale and trembling slightly, Mark eased himself out of his chair and crossed the room to lock the door. 'Now, what's this all about, Liz?'
"That was a mistake. He should never have given me that opening because I told him-loud and clear. I screeched at him that I was at the restaurant the night before, saw what he was up to, and that I was damned sick and tired of leading a nun's life because he exhausted himself with other women. Oh, I made quite a scene, no doubt about it. To give you an idea of how loud I was, Mark fired the gals he had working for him about a week later-he was too embarrassed to look them in the eye. But at that instant in time, I was like a wild woman and nothing he said or did was going to stop me from getting my cunt sucked right then and there. And Mark must have sensed that it was my cunt or his practice because he stopped protesting and began soothing, placating me, telling me what a divine idea it was for me to come by the office so that we could have sex together, and he began teasing my cunt with his fingers, just the way he had on our first date; then unzipping his fly, he brought one of my hands down to caress his cock. I recall being somewhat startled to feel how hard it was, as if he meant what he was saying! He stretched out on the leather couch with his cock standing straight up into the air and guided me to come straddle his face with my enflamed cunt. The moment I felt his breath on my snatch, had his turgid cock near my lips, a kind of sexual frenzy overtook me. If I could have, I'd have clubbed him to death with his own prick, but instead, feeling his tongue begin to lave my tormented pussy, I reciprocated and began to suck his cock. He was damned lucky, I'll tell you that. One false move and I'd have broken the damn thing off for him!
"I guess Mark's instinct for survival, the challenge I'd presented, and the knowledge that he'd been caught redhanded with the blonde the night before-well, all of these things must have more or less conspired to make our sexual union one of revenge rather than love. It was fierce in its intensity, and it was quick. I ground my pussy into his face, feeling the moist steam of my cunt upon his flesh, and I was not gentle with his balls and cock. I dug my nails into the flesh of his thighs, leaving ugly red half-moons upon his skin, and for the first time, Mark was brutal with me, savage in his sucking of me. His teeth were rough, and his hands mauled me… 'but by God! we had an orgasm that left us both panting from exhaustion.
"I must have made a rather silly picture, sprawled out on the couch with all my clothes on, and my obviously recent wash-and-set hanging damply around my face. But then, no sillier than Mark. He finally got enough, strength to pull himself out from under me and went to the bar and fixed us both drinks. We were in his office until past three in the morning, but we let it all hang out that day-every single thing that was bugging us, our needs and fears. It was as if we'd just met, as if we'd really been strangers to each other all the time we'd known each other.
"Mark explained why he was out with the blonde, and that, yes, he did sometimes 'stray,' but most of the time when he came home too tired to fuck, he really was just that-with no hanky-panky behind it. We both cried several times, revealing our true inner selves to each other, but we got it all out… every screaming need each of us had about sex, what we could or could not do about it, and-of paramount importance-where to go from there.
"He then knew that I could not go as long as he could without sex and he had a choice-either give up his career or expect me to take on a lover. Naturally, both of these possibilities were completely out of the question. Yet we knew that we were good for each other in every possible way, that we did not want a divorce. Actually, it was Mark who first suggested-a sex club. Initially I was somewhat shocked, but we kept talking about it and the more we talked the clearer it became that a sex club was probably the best solution available to two people with our 'problem.' We agreed to try it. We had nothing to lose at that point.
"Mark came home, about a week later, and said that he'd lined up the site of our experiment, that it was a very small group all of whom enjoyed oral sex enormously, and only married couples were permitted to attend. They rotated the couples every week, so that while the membership was large enough so you might never see the same couple for at least six months. Only four couples were ever at one meeting at one time. I didn't ask him how he'd found out about it; I didn't really care. I assume that if you're interested in such things, you can find out whatever you need to know without much trouble. And, naturally, I was very nervous at that first meeting.
"It was held at a small hotel, very quiet and select sort of place, centrally located but not on a main thoroughfare. The meeting began at 9:00 P.M., and Mark and I were there promptly. I went through all the usual 'opening.night' jitters: was I wearing the right clothes? what would be expected of me? did they serve liquor and canapes? how would I react to seeing Mark with another woman? For that matter, how would he react to me with another man? and so on and so on. Quite typical, as I later learned.
"It was a nervously wet palm I extended to the people we met, that evening, though they were exceptionally friendly and cordial, going to great lengths to make us feel comfortable Drinks were served and the other three couples chatted happily with us, speaking one moment about the most intimate sexual matters and the next about their kids having the flu. After about an hour of this sort of thing, I realized that the lights had been turned down very, very low; it was as dark as a bar that caters to married' men out on the town. And that's pretty damn dark unless your 'eyes have a chance to get accustomed to it. I was beginning to loosen up a little, talking to one of the husbands-Tom was his name, I think-when I felt gentle hands working at the zipper of my dress. I didn't protest… that's what I was there for. And then I felt another pair of hands joining in the cause, kneading at my flesh as they went along. I was already hot and I knew it. For a second, I glanced quickly to find Mark, and I barely made out his naked ass as he pumped his big whang into some faceless woman. I didn't feel jealousy. Nothing even close to it. I felt more as if I'd been freed from some terrible weight, some confining restriction. Mark's screwing another woman right there in that room gave me every right to do whatever I wanted. And I gave in to the busy hands upon my body, let myself be lowered to the divan, and spread my legs feeling the juices of my snatch seeping slowly downward. Soon I felt large masculine hands massaging my breasts, and another pair of hands, teasing my pubis, spreading my thighs even farther apart, and pulling back the folds of my dripping labia, working at my hardened clitoris. Tom knelt before me, naked and with a monstrous hard on, but I couldn't quite make out the face of the man who was massaging my breasts so soothingly.
"Then Tom leaned my torso back against the couch, and the other man was kissing me wildly, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth, still playing with my breasts, cupping them, massaging them firmly. I could feel his enormous penis pressing against my side, hot and throbbing and urgent.
"While I licked my dry lips in anticipation of that big cock in my mouth, I felt Tom insert two fingers up inside of my hole and begin to finger-fuck me gently. It was a divine moment, this knowledge that I was having two men at the same time. I almost couldn't have wished for more, but then I felt Tom's breath upon my burning vulva, and then the firmly gentle laying of my engorged clitoris with a hot wet tongue. I groaned with sensuous pleasure and incredible delight. Tom's tongue was hot, probing, as he used his talented sucking mouth on my snatch-while another man kissed and fondled me-while finger-flicking me simultaneously.
"As if in a stupor, I glanced again in Mark's general direction and dimly made out that they were then in a sixty-nine position, that his face was buried in her crotch and that she was sucking the living force out of his cock. The presence of that burning cock so near to my face, however, was just too irresistible for me' to even think about Mark. I twisted my body slightly, captured the rigid prick with my hand, and brought it to my breasts, capturing it in the warm flesh of my tits. The man gasped with pleasure and began to hump the imitation cunt I'd made with my breasts. And all this While, Tom was sucking on my cunt, nibbling at my clitoris delectably, and had by then inserted another finger into my steaming hole.
"All around me I heard the moans and groans of sexual pleasure, heard the sounds of sex, and smelled the heavy musk odor of intense physical sexual heat. It was maddening! As much as I was enjoying Tom's sucking my cunt, I wanted a hot cock in my mouth-and quickly. I slipped down a little farther on the couch and on the next upward stroke of the unknown prick, I captured the huge member with my waiting mouth, tasting the semen it had already issued, feeling the monstrous member filling my mouth, stretching my lips, and with an increasing pistonlike stroking, slamming toward the back of my mouth, against my throat.
"I heard Tom-or felt him, really-begin to moan into my cunt and I knew that he was haying his own orgasm… hoping some woman had sucked him off I didn't want to think that he'd had to jack himself off when there were so many waiting mouths around. His groans into my snatch triggered my own release, and while I pulled on the unknown prick, sucked on it, worked it with my tongue and my lips, I began to have my own orgasm. It started around my shoulders-.-really-and the tingling, enervating sensation rushed downward to center on my clitoris and send my entire vulva into great spasms, wracking, heaving spasms of orgasm. I felt the first spurt of come hit the back of my throat with my own first groan of release.
"What's beautiful about these sex clubs, besides new faces and new genitalia to play with, is that you can get sucked or do 'the sucking many times in one evening. It isn't just a question of your own spouse being able to do it again, because there are several men, and they don't all come at the same time-at least not after the first round to take the edge off. And I've even developed a taste for cunt-though, frankly, it's not my preference.
"Well, that's not quite entirely true. There is one wife, Joanna, who really turns me on. Enough so that it worried me 'a little, and I'm glad that we rotate couples so that I don't have a chance to be with her so much that I'd risk really falling for her emotionally. I don't know. She could eventually prove a sort of problem. I'd resisted making love with Joanna for many months. You know how it is. It's one thing to know you're tucking someone just for the fun of it; but when you meet someone who just turns your guts to jelly-that can be dangerous. Then you're talking about emotional involvement. I don't know why one person should freak another more than someone else does; I don't think anybody knows for sure other than that catchall term, chemistry. I've not mentioned this to Mark, frankly. I don't know what I'd say to him anyway: 'Hey, guess what? I think I could fall in love with Joanna'? There's just something about her that makes me feel like I'm standing on hot coals, something piercing and magnetic, like being so mesmerized by a plane's propeller that you walk right into it and get sliced to ribbons. Yeah… that's what Joanna's like. She's a threat I can't resist. Yet, I try. I do. She's married too, but they have kids. It's not as if we were all teen-agers with our first crush; we're responsible adults who are working out our marriage problems in the most practical way possible. Maybe if I'd gone down on Joanna the first time I spotted her, this whole thing wouldn't have gotten so blown out of proportion in my head. Now, my nerves are like eggshells whenever she's near me. So far, she hasn't pushed me about it… but I can tell that she knows, she senses how attracted I am to her.
"The first time we made it together, and that was just a couple of months ago, it was almost fated-we were the only two left out of the entire four couples who were still horny and still had the strength left to do something about it. Even Mark had conked out on the couch. It was like some kind of bizarre marathon Joanna and I had going between us. We just weren't ready to quit lovemaking and there wasn't anyone left. She was lying very near to me on the thick rug, and before I really realized what was happening, she had leaned over and kissed me with such 'a dominant vigor that it was almost like a man's kiss. My entire body suddenly felt charged again, vibrant with sensations, and she continued to kiss me, running her soft hands across my abdomen, my aching breasts hungry for her mouth to kiss them. My own hands seemed to have a will of their own, wandering delightedly across the curves and valleys of her magnificently smooth body. Joanna has a body that begs to be loved; full and ample, yet not an inch of fat on her. She makes Venus look like a matronly slob!
"Finally, she broke the kiss and began to tongue my ears, my neck, her hands playing with my breasts while she licked my arms, my belly, the backs of my knees, and the insides of my thighs… maddeningly near to my vulva. From time to time, she would draw her body back along my own, pushing her breasts against mine, and kiss me again, letting her expert tongue rove knowledgeably inside my mouth. Finally she slowly slid down my body, kissing me and touching me everywhere, down to my dripping and waiting cunt. I moved slightly, giving her greater access, and watched her as she knelt before me between my legs, running her fingers up and down my burning snatch. I was ready to be loved yet again, anxious to feel her marvelous mouth licking at my pussy. Her own slickness glistened between her legs as she brought her face downward, closer and closer to my feverish cunt, and I lay back then, closing my eyes to await the first touch of Joanna's knowing mouth upon my snatch.
"I felt her breath first, hot and rapid; then I slowly realized that her breasts were resting upon my thighs and that was an incredibly warm and cushioning feeling-though why I should have thought it was any different than any other woman's, I don't really know. I'd been made love to by women before… but not like Joanna. Then she kissed me softly upon my twitching clitoris-sweetly, lovingly, and tenderly. And then she began to wash my sticky cunt with her tongue; beginning from my rectum she brought the flat of her tongue up slowly all the way back up to my still-sensitive clit. You'd have thought that I'd have been all sucked out, too sensitive to endure yet another sucking. But I wasn't. Her hot tongue became a scoop and she darted in and out of the folds of my cunt, sampling the drying fluids of our passion, occasionally moaning into my fat vaginal lips. I was unable to suppress a sharp intake of breath at the divine sensation she was providing, and she reached up both of her hands and began to caress my breasts again as she lovingly washed my cunt with her tongue.
"Unable to just lie there, doing nothing with my greedy mouth, I finally maneuvered myself into a sixty-nine position with Joanna and avidly thrust my face right into her sopping cunt. I suppose there's something rather narcissistic about two women going down on each other, but I. felt that every time I licked at her clit, or darted my tongue up into her vagina, she was doing the same thing to me.
"I really don't know how long we made love to each other-it seemed gloriously endless. Sucking slowly, calmly, and finger-fucking each other, I had a great sense of euphoria and knew that with the orgasm Joanna would give me, I would become sated; I relished her cunt almost as much as a cock, and in a strange, curious way, perhaps even more-but in a different sort of way. What helped, of course, was that Joanna perfumed the insides of her thighs and that was terribly stimulating; and I don't know what kind of a douche she uses, but her cunt is the sweetest-tasting thing I've ever had in my mouth! It's kissy and sucky, not just hot pulsing flesh. There is something terribly desirable about her snatch, something that just makes me feel that I'd like to leave my face there forever and suck away my life. It's hard to explain, but whatever it is, Joanna's got it. Every little indentation and fold of flesh was a heady delight to nibble at, to lick or suck. She kept her crotch closely cropped, and that helped, too-you didn't have to keep pushing pubic hairs out of the way to get to her cunt, and it's nice to know that you won't have those stubborn curly hairs caught between your teeth when it's over.
"One of the guys must've gotten all hot watching us 'cause the next thing I knew, my hips, were being pulled upward and I was on my knees. I still had my face buried in Joanna's snatch, and I could feel her tongue still on my clitoris, but now there was the added bonus of feeling a big cock trying to work its way up into my snatch. Why the hell he picked my cunt instead of Joanna's, I don't know. Maybe he could tell that I wouldn't let go of her pussy no matter what anybody did!
"But it was the wildest fucking yet! To know that you're getting sucked by a thrilling woman's lips, and you've got a great big hard cock up your vagina, while a)J- the tune you've got your mouth wrapped around a delicious pussy… oh wow! I began finger-fucking Joanna in rhythm to how I was getting fucked, and we all squirmed together in unison, humping and grinding together like one organism. I don't know how the hell Joanna was able to continue sucking me with that huge dick up my cunt, but she did. That big tool was sliding in and out of my sopping snatch like a precision instrument, spreading the walls of my vagina and filling up my hole to perfection even as I could feel Joanna's mouth working on me. I dimly realized that she was licking at the guy's cock and balls at the same time and that when her hands weren't caressing my tits, they were cupping his balls or kneading his ass. I could feel her hole expanding with her passion and I slipped another finger up inside of her; finally I had four fingers up her vagina and I could feel her slick juices beginning to form a sort of crust around my knuckles, sort of like how a facial mask makes your skin all taut.. It was the most divine screwing and sucking imaginable, and while I finger-lucked her, sucking on her cunt, I also spread the cheeks of her ass and with my other hand gently stuck my index finger up her rectum. She was so hot I could've fallen in. Her ass was almost as hot and ready as her vagina! And I could tell by the way she humped and writhed beneath me that she was really grooving with getting it in her ass at the same time. Like I had every one of her holes plugged, getting it fucked or sucked or both.
"Of course, it couldn't last forever. As I felt her rectum begin to pucker at my finger, felt her vaginal ring begin to grab at my fingers, I knew she was coming… and that was enough for me. I began to push against the cock to let him know it was now or forget it. I felt his hot sperm gushing into my cunt even as I spasmed around his dong, a great big pulsing creature, my clitoris leaping within Joanna's mouth, and her cunt and ass clutching and gripping at my fingers, her clitoris bobbing against my lips and tongue.
"And that was it for me for that night. I let myself just fall in a heap and almost instantly fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.
"Mark and I have been very pleased with our lives since we joined the club. He gets new girls to luck whenever he wishes, and doesn't have to worry about telling me lies, or getting caught, or a divorce… and I never have to worry about getting enough sex just because Mark's tired. In fact, if anything, since we joined the club, Mark has tuned into a regular stud-it's as if eating creates an appetite for more.
"Yes, of course, Joanna might prove to be a delicate matter for me, but I'm sure that I'll be able to handle that when and if it ever really becomes a problem.
"Sex clubs may not be everyone's cup of tea, but they've worked miracles for Mark and me. I don't think we could've stayed married without our little group sessions!"
Liz R- is absolutely right in her last statement; she and her husband couldn't have stayed married without their involvement with what she refers to as their "little group sessions." The latter, however, cannot be considered as anything more than temporarily supporting crutches that will let both the subject and her husband down once these same Sessions become commonplace and unfulfilling.