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Oral Wives An Enlightenment
CHAPTER ONE: "Tommi" as reported by Aaron J. AbelardA number of studies have been undertaken over the past few years, all of them aimed at measuring and evaluating some of the consequences of the much-touted, newly emerging "New Morality." One such study conducted not too long ago by a large southwestern university indicated, according to its interpreters, that women in our society were becoming utterly preoccupied with things sexual; so much so, in fact, that, as Aaron J. Abe-lard reported in his book, Climax!, there has emerged yet another idea, to wit: "Our current Sexual Revolution is producing what may be called the phenomenon of the psycho-orgasmically fixated female."This "phenomenon" is, in fact, an illusion, a Pseudo-phenomenon, if you will, resulting primarily from faulty interpretation of certain sociological data. Nonetheless, it is indeed true that women today are becoming more sexually alive and active than ever before. Vance Packard, for instance, in his The Sexual Wilderness, found that women were becoming "critical consumers" of male sexual performance, and Drs. Phyllis and Eberhard Kronhausen, in their The Sexually Responsive Woman, maintain that women today are "demanding more and better" orgasms from their sex partners. Referring again to Packard, he notes that the primary drama of recent decades is that, while men have been mostly reacting, "women have been acting. And, as the Time reviewer of Packard's book amended, concluding from Packard's case material, "mostly they have been acting up:"One area in which such "acting up" has become readily apparent is the business world. In his Sex Behavior of the American Secretary, Dr. W. H. Sprague, Associate Director of the Psychoanalytical Assistance Foundation, reported that 20.8% of the women surveyed in his study admitted to having had sex relations with their bosses, and the majority of these further admitted that they, not the men, promoted the occasion. Dr. Sprague further found that nearly 70% of the female office workers covered in his study had had premarital and/or extra-marital sex. Since the Sprague report is now a decade old, it has been suggested by some authorities that, to do justice to the current scene, these percentages should be adjusted upwards, perhaps as high as 35% in the first instance, and 90% in the second.Concomitant with this increase in the sexual forwardness of today's woman is her seeming increased interest in the oral stimulation of genitalia as a means of achieving "more and better" orgasms. While the practices of fellatio and cunnilingus are as old as mankind itself, it would seem that they are something relatively new insofar as Americans are concerned. Sexologist Burch Robbins, for example, in his introduction to Robert F. Edwin's Oralism: The Forbidden Fruit, suggests that " ... World War II GI's 'discovered' fellatio and cunnilingus in Europe (thus supporting the euphemism 'Frenching,' which alludes to oralism), and brought it back to America along with war souvenirs, foreign brides, and a general disposition toward a larger and freer sensuality."Whatever the cause for the present vogue in oral sex, our current sex literature, as Robbins further notes, makes no secret of it and, in fact, takes an ever-broadening view of it. Whereas once, for example, sexologists condoned it only between husband and wife-and then only if it was not substituted for normal intercourse-they now endorse it without any such qualification. More than a few modern authorities, in fact, encourage the practice of oral sex as a paramount technique in achieving a sound, happy, and healthy sex life and, it should be added, for some very sound physiological reasons. In his own book, Sexual Actions & Reactions, Bobbins, for example, observes that oral sex offers potentials that not even intercourse can approach. Regarding fellatio, he says:" ... Besides tonguing, kissing and licking the penis, the mouth is the only body orifice that offers suction ... [and] is best utilized in its unique ability to suck the penis ... "Regarding cunnilingus, he states:" ... By moving [his] head, the cunnilinguist can easily lick and otherwise stimulate the complete genitals. The female can direct this operation as she sees fit, by simply telling her lover what to do, where to perform and how to move, or by placing her hands on his head and maneuvering him exactly where she wants him to be."She not only has all the advantages with none of the disadvantages-but an orgasmic experience second to none ... "In the following case history, Aaron J. Abelard describes the oral compulsions of a thirty-five-year-old woman who had to find sexual satisfaction away from the marriage bed." ... From the moment of our first kiss, I knew the evening wouldn't end until we were in bed together, his bare chest warm against my naked belly, my tits crushed against him, his huge gorgeous cock sliding wetly in and out of my hungry sucking mouth, and his lips and tongue wriggling all over and into my hot slick cunt."I mean, when you've been there as often as I have, and with as many different men, that first kiss can tell you a god awful lot. If a guy comes at you like he's hell-bent on flattening your face with his, or if he barely touches your mouth with pursed, dry lips-or even if he comes at you with a wide-open but slobbery mouth-forget it. But if his mouth and lips are relaxed, but still kind of firm, and he does wiggly little things with his tongue ... You know, like he sort of just tongue-teases your lips at first, or he uses his tongue to invite yours into his mouth, or maybe once in a while he gently pulls one of your lips into his mouth and lazily sucks on it. Well, that's the kind of guy who's not only sexy as hell, but ten to one he really digs mouth sex."So anyway, that's the kind of guy Phil was, and I knew it from that first kiss. Which was why we ended up in a motel that evening after our dinner date. And which is also why we have such a great thing going, now."Of course, there was more to it than just a first kiss. That, and the hot, hungry kisses that followed in the darkness of his car in the parking lot of the restaurant-all of that was just a promise, you could say. A promise of what might be. But the thing is, it was a promise he started fulfilling the minute the motel door was locked behind us."He took me in his arms, then, and kissed me again. This time, though, there was much, much more to the kiss. Even as his tongue squirmed wetly into my mouth and I began slowly teasing and sucking it, his hands began roving my body, gently, lazily, but, oh, so firmly, cupping and massaging my tits, tracing the flat curve of my belly, stroking the mound of my cunt right through the thin fabric of my dress and panties, then caressing the full curves of my ass."The feel of his hands, so gentle yet so strong, and the tantalizing wriggle of his tongue in my mouth, were like so much fuel to the fire his earlier kisses had already lighted. I felt the flame inside me leaping, raging up through my belly to my burning, bulging nipples; creeping down through my belly to my crotch, moistening my throbbing cunt lips, as if it were melting them. My hands went up under his suit jacket, and my nails dug into his back through his shirt. I mashed my tits against his lean, hard chest with I all the force I could muster, rocking my shoulders f back and forth slowly at the same time, so as to make him feel the firm cushions of my half-crushed tits and the hard bullets of my aching nipples, all over. My hips were alive, too, ramming forward as hard as they could, driving the hot, hard bulge of his cock inside his pants into my belly, then jerking upwards in quick little spasms, trying to capture that sweet, hard bulge in the vee of my thighs. And when, at last, I felt his hands circling my ass, his fingers clutching and lifting the hem of my skirt and gliding up over my stocking-tops to grab and pull at the ripe cheeks of my bottom, nearly tearing the filminess of my panties as they tried to lift and spread my cheeks, the fire in my body flared into white heat. Little colored lights popped and swam behind my closed eye-lids, and in the midst of them, I could already see his naked cock, stiff and proud, its red knob a glistening bulge, begging for my wet, hungry mouth."Still holding our kiss, we started fumbling at each other's clothing, frenziedly undressing each other. I could feel his fingers tugging at my zippered dress, peeling the fabric of it from my shoulders, plucking at and opening the hooks of my bra, while my own hands clawed at his shirt and jacket, fumbled with his belt buckle, and yanked at his fly. And, in minutes, we stood there, our clothes puddled carelessly at our feet, naked except for his shorts arid my panties, his squirming tongue plunged deeply into my throat, his warm hands kneading and teasing my bare tits, while my own hands gripped and stroked the gristled hardness of his cock jutting from the gaping front of his underwear."He broke the deep, tonguing kiss, then, and pressing his nibbling lips to my ear, he murmured, 'The bed, Baby, the bed! I want to fuck you, I want my cock up inside you ... !'"Oh, yes, darling!' I heard my own voice saying. "I want you in me, I want you fucking me! Oh, God, do I! But first ... !""He drew back a little, and looked into my eyes. 'But first what?' he asked. I smiled up at him and my eyes felt heavy with the desire I was feeling. I took one of his hands slowly in mine, and isolating his middle finger, I drew it into the wet circle of my lips, then rolled my tongue lazily around it."Oh, Christ, yes!" he muttered. "Do it, do it!"-and again he urged me to the bed."No," I said. "I-I want to do it-my way ...""He looked into my eyes again, this time a little quizzically. I kissed him once more, hotly, deeply, but briefly. Then, with my thigh muscles straining to make my descent ever so slow, I began sinking to my knees, pulling his shorts down teasingly over his hips, trailing little wet, nibbling licks and kisses down over his bare chest and belly. The taste of his skin was at once faintly salty and yet tangy with the light flavor of his marvelously leathery cologne. His manly nipples, when I sucked them and teased them with my tongue, sprang up as tautly as my own. His navel was a tiny, smooth pocket just made for the tip of my wet tongue. And then my mouth was into the thick, musky bush above his wonderfully hard cock, and I was kneeling fully on the floor before him."His beautiful cock was just as I had envisioned it in the midst of our light-popping kiss- stiff and hard and proud, jutting straight towards my face, its huge red knob glistening, inviting my already watering mouth, as if it were the juicy, swollen plum it seemed. I wanted to devour it I wanted to jam that ripe, red plum as far back in my throat as I could and, with my mouth and lips pulling and sucking madly along the shaft of his sweet prick, try to swallow it whole. But I had learned long ago that, where mouth-sex was concerned, haste sore as hell made waste. Slow and easy was the thing, if I wanted to drive him so out of his mind that, when I got him around to licking my aching pussy, he would send me straight into heaven with his mouth and tongue. And, so, slow and easy it was."Circling the gristled stiffness of his big, hard cock with one hand, I cupped the hairy sack of his sweet balls. Holding the root of his stiff, marvelous cock with one hand, and gently hefting his balls with the other, I ran my tongue lazily around the ripe, red knob of his luscious prick, thoroughly moistening the whole head of it. Then, as I wetted my lips and slid his beautiful cock-plum into the '0' of my mouth, I heard him moan softly and felt him stiffen, bodily. His hands came up behind my head, cupping it, while his fingers tangled in my hair. I began rocking my head slowly back and forth, gliding my wet lips down toward my fist-the one holding the root of his cock-then drawing them lazily back again, all the while swirling my tongue, first right, then left, around and around the thick, meaty shaft of his delicious maleness. Above me, I heard his moaning deepen and quicken. I felt his hands cupping my head ever more firmly. And at last, his hips began rocking, arching forward and backward in rhythm with my bobbing head, driving his sweet cock back and forth into my very throat, fucking me- literally fucking me-in the mouth."For a time, we stayed like that-me kneeling before him, his sweet, stiff cock filling my mouth; he with his hands clutching my head, as if they were gripping my ass-cheeks, and his hips in tempo with my bobbing head, driving his hard love-gristle back and forth over my tongue and into my throat, as if he were slow-fucking me in, as he later said, my 'other sweet cunt.' Then, after a while, his hands suddenly froze on my head, keeping me from gliding my wet lips along his prick. For a moment, I thought he was ready to come, and I tried to mumble that he should come in my mouth. But he had another idea. Holding my head and bending low above me, he murmured, 'Let's use that bed, Baby. Let's use it now!'"I slid his sweet prick from my mouth and, ready to protest, I glanced up at him."Don't worry, Baby," he said, grinning. "We got a long way to go before we even start fucking. But I want you on the bed-now-so I can lick your sweet cunt like it's never been licked before!""I got up slowly, even though my heart was suddenly pounding with anticipation. The promise of that first kiss, I knew, was sure as hell about to be fulfilled-and then some ... !"It was with the foregoing words-replete with their perhaps unusual blend of candor, detail and occasional near-poetic nuances-that Ellen D., a thirty-five-year-old married woman, employed at the time as a business-office secretary, related her latest oral-sexual "conquest." Sitting calmly across the desk from me, Ellen (or "Tommi," a girlhood nickname she prefers) had agreed to recount her oral sex experiences as a contribution to a survey I was conducting on the general topic of extra-marital sex among women.Tommi is a lovely dark-haired woman of high intelligence, good education, more than a little sophistication, and one who looks substantially younger than her years. Prior to meeting and marrying George D., her sex experience was comparatively limited. She had had intercourse a few times with a previous fiancé, but other than that she had confined her sex activities to heavy petting and mutual masturbation with some of her dates. It was not until her wedding night, in any case, that she experienced her first real orgasm. And with the experience, she states, she became "fully and marvelously awake to the incredible joys of sex."Tommi and George were sexually well-suited to one another, and the early years of their marriage found them indulging in almost daily bouts of intercourse. But with the passage of time, and especially when no children were born to them, the marriage began to become routine. The frequency of their sexual activities began to decline sharply. "Part of the problem," Tommi stated, "was that George became so damned predictable -he did the same damned thing, the same damned way, every damned time we fucked!" Eventually, she confronted him with the problem. Deciding they had not been sufficiently imaginative, they got hold of several good sex manuals. In one of them, Tommi "discovered" the techniques of oral sex, but while George was willing to try any of the "new" positions which the books suggested, he flatly refused to try oral stimulation, insisting that "only weirdo's and sickles, fags and Lesbians went in for that kind of disgusting bat-crap!"Tommi dismissed the idea of oral sex, and tried to content herself with "new" positions, but "-we were so damned text-bookish about it, I guess, that it all turned out to be a big nothing. In fact, we ended up worse than before."It was thereafter only a matter of time before Tommi invited an affair with John T., a married friend of her husband's. The affair was short-lived, however, and proved to be highly unsatisfactory to her. "I went to a hotel with him two or three times," Tommi related, "and found out he was a real fumbler. He was crude as hell, for one thing, and for another, he had the same attitude about mouth-sex, when I suggested it, that George had. All he wanted to do was stick his cock up inside my pussy and-wham, bam!-shoot off." Tommi ended the affair abruptly, and tried to forget about sex altogether.To occupy her time more than anything .else, Tommi, who had worked as a secretary before her marriage, took a refresher course at a local business school, then went to work for a large Midwest brewery. It was here that she met Willard S., a virile-looking man in his early forties, who was her immediate superior. Completely bored with her marriage by now, and thoroughly frustrated sexually, she found Willard immensely attractive and was soon entertaining sexual fantasies involving him. Little by little, she tried to make it known to her boss that she was open to the idea of an affair with him. He, in turn, took her out to lunch a few times, and to dinner once or twice when overtime kept them working late, but nothing happened sexually between them until the office Christmas party. Emboldened partly by the holiday atmosphere, and partly by a considerable number of drinks, Tommi maneuvered Willard-who was equally "high" on alcohol-into an empty office. Says Tommi:"I was hungry for him, really hungry. I mean, my cunt was starved for the feel of his prick up inside me. I locked the office door behind us and damned near threw myself in his arms. He kissed me hard, but so very gentle, and his tongue started doing a lot of crazy little things inside my mouth. I flipped out, I really did. I started grinding my tits against him, and rubbing my belly against his rising hard-on. Then, when he was all-the-way hard, I reached down and, grabbing the bulge in his pants, I started squeezing his prick and rubbing it. God, it'd been so long, his sweet cock felt like it was as big as a baseball bat and twice as hard!"Still holding the kiss, we staggered across the office floor and almost fell onto this big, leather couch. I wrapped myself around him, then, and really started-well, going to town, I guess. I mean, I sucked his tongue into my mouth as hard as I could, and practically shoved one of his hands against one of my tits, and then I started fumbling with his crotch, trying to get his zipper open. I finally did, but not before I went halfway out of my mind. What I mean is, all the time I was fumbling, he wasn't sitting still, you know. He found my zipper real easy, and by the time I managed to yank his open, he had the front of my dress down to my waist, and my bra off, and was driving me right up the wall with his mouth and tongue teasing and licking my tits and nipples."Anyway, I got his pants open, shoved my hand inside and, with a little more fumbling, found his hard, hot, naked cock. It felt twice as big as it had through his pants, and it was so warm and hard, I just left my hand in there for a while, kind of slow-squeezing and pumping it up and down. Finally, I pulled his sweet, stiff prick out of his pants and really started jacking him off. Well, not really. Jacking him off, I mean. I sure as hell didn't want to waste his hot cock-honey by letting it shoot all over my hand. But I worked him good and proper, anyway; really yanked his gorgeous prong for him."By this time, he had a hand up under my skirt and between my thighs-which had all but sprung apart for him the moment I felt his fingers grazing their way up over my stocking-tops and touching the soft flesh above them. He had his hand up there, like I said, and was stroking the damp crotch of my panties. The feel of that-his hand, and especially his fingers, tickling and rubbing me through the extra silkiness of my panties-made my whole cunt absolutely throb and quiver! God, it was driving me wild! Then, just when I, thought I couldn't stand it anymore, he caught the web of my panties and pulled it aside, and I felt his first two fingers burrowing, first into the wiry roughness of my cunt hair, then into the crevice of my mound, and finally into the slick slit of my cunt, itself. And that realty drove me wild!"Fuck me!" I heard my own voice crying softly, hoarsely. "Oh, God! Fuck me, fuck me! Put your sweet cock in me and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me-e-e-e ... !""I felt him shift around on the couch, then felt both his hands go up under my skirt, and his fingers clutch the band of my panties. Instantly, I arched my back, lifting my ass clear of the couch, so he could pull off my panties. Then, as he pulled them off over my feet, I shoved my* ass forward, to the very edge of the couch, and spread my thighs wide apart. With my head lolling back against the couch and my eyes closed, I waited for the feel of him, the feel of his fingers searching out my hole and spreading my wet cunt lips, the feel of the hard knob of his gorgeous cock pressing gently between them, the feel of its pressure against the quivering mouth of my cunt, and then the feel of its meaty length sliding sharply, suddenly, all the way up inside me."But it didn't happen ..."Instead, I felt his warm breath against the insides of my thighs-his warm breath, then the wet, electric touch of his tongue. I opened my eyes and looked down. He was kneeling on the floor directly before me, his head between my legs and his shoulders under my bent knees. His arms were circling the outsides of my thighs, and his one hand was kneading and massaging one of my naked tits, while his ' hand, holding my skirt up around my waist, was stroking my bare belly and toying with the black, wiriness of my cunt hair. His lips and tongue were a wild, delicious tickling against the white flesh above my stocking tops ...Then, suddenly, I felt something I'd never felt before-a slow, wild, gentle, crazy squirming. Right in the pit of me. Right in my bush. A crazy, wet, sweet, sharp, tingling all over the spread, throbbing lips of my cunt and all over the near-bursting nub of my clit. I gasped, then bit my lip to keep from screaming with the mad, impossible pleasure that was shooting through me in lightning waves ..."Willard was doing that, awful thing, that thing that George had said only weirdo's and sickies and fags and Lesbians did. He was hungrily, ravenously sucking and licking and tongue-probing my cunt!"For a brief second, I was shocked. Shocked and, yes, even a little horrified. It was something I'd wanted some man to do to me, since the first time I read about it in that marriage manual. Yes, even before that. I mean, I heard about men licking women's cunts before, and I'd always wondered. And all the marriage manual had really done was make me wonder more. And now that a man was actually doing it to me-actually 'eating' my cunt-I was shocked. Suddenly, all the old associations, the things you learn when you're a kid-about ... well, other body-functions and all. Suddenly, all that hit me, and I wondered if maybe George hadn't been right.