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CHAPTER ONE - Harry's Oral Conversion"When I first let Harry make love to me, I was a virgin and a little proud of the fact that I hadn't laid down with any of the ten or twelve boys I'd dated before Harry and I started going steady. We had been going together for about a month and he was so gentle with me--not at all demanding, or trying to get my clothes off and maul me like the other boys did on the first or second date--that I was always ready to cuddle and neck with him."His kisses were very sweet until one night when we'd been making out for about an hour, then I realized how excited I was, and at the same time he moved so that I could feel his hard, long cock right against my crotch, right through my clothes. That did it--I wanted him so much, so fast, that I had all I could do to keep from tearing off both my clothes and his and going hog-wild right then and there. As it was, we did some heavy petting, then, and as Harry's hand slipped into my panties, I just quit fighting and laid back and let him finger my pussy all he wanted to."It felt like sheer heaven--all those years of virginity, I thought, and now I'm giving myself to a man I really love. Harry's hand was inside my pussy, stroking me so gently--he knew I was a virgin, and he had me so wet and ready for him inside of three minutes, that it didn't hurt at all when he took his wonderful, naked cock, which I'd been stroking, and pressed the tip of it into my cunt."I gasped with the excitement of it--the feeling I had was as though I was on a high, high diving board, ready to jump off, only instead of jumping into the water, I felt like I was going to jump into the air and go flying off into space. Then I couldn't stand it any longer--I didn't care if it was going to hurt or not--all I wanted to do was feel Harry's hot cock slamming into me."I helped him pull off my panties and we got the rest of our clothes off somehow and when I felt his flesh next to mine, his chest pressing my breasts flat, his belly rubbing against me, the long rod between his legs pressing further and further into me with each thrust, I wanted to go on doing it with him forever. The feeling of flying came back and I clutched at him, sobbing with relief--it had been so long that I'd wanted this with a man who loved me and wanted me. Then, just as I was flying higher and higher, Harry gave a moan and kissed me harder than he ever had. Then he stopped and just held me close and panted for a while."I didn't know what it was all about, but in a few minutes I felt something warm and juicy running out from my pussy, and I knew that Harry had come inside me. Knowing that I belonged to him completely was the biggest thrill I'd ever had in my life."We made love every chance we could get alone together after that, in the drive-in, at my folk's house if they went out for the evening, in motel rooms, in the park after everyone had gone. Once in the park we went behind some bushes and Harry sort of scooched down and stuffed his big rosy cock into my hungry pussy while we were standing there. It was all over in a minute, but it was so exciting! No matter how often we made love, Harry just couldn't get enough of me, and I wanted him all the time. We worried about pregnancy sometimes, but the more we made it with each other, the more we both wanted to. Then we got married and everything changed."Harry turned into a well-organized, twice-a-week-for-fifteen-minutes-each-time man. He even wanted to make love on the same two nights each week, as if there was no other time to make love. Once or twice I asked him right out if there was someone else, or if I did something to make him not want me as much, but he said, no, he was perfectly happy and he loved me more than ever. Then, one night after we came back from a neighborhood party, I wanted his cock inside me so badly I couldn't wait until the next night, which was one of our "regular" nights--so I all but raped him right there on the living room floor."I loved it, but Harry seemed sort of far away from what we were doing. I didn't care. As long as I got laid that night and not when Harry decided to allow me to use his body, it didn't matter."After that, it became a challenge to me to see if I could catch Harry off guard, make him horny and hard, and jump on top of him and screw his ears off. He always enjoyed it, but he seemed to enjoy it more if he was the one who started things going. We got along in all the ways a happily married couple does, but I was sure there was something missing in our sex life. Then, one night when I'd had a couple of drinks, I started fooling around with his cock, sort of tickling his balls and rubbing him so he got hard."But he didn't get hard right away. That made me a little mad, and I took his joint out of his pants and started to tickle him again. He just kept on watching TV like nothing was happening. So I did what I'd never done before--I sucked him. I put my lips down on the top of his velvety cap and touched him with the tip of my tongue and then gave him a good hard suck. That got his attention right away! He jumped out of his chair and tried to put his big hard cock back into his pants but I grabbed him and went right on sucking and licking until he sank back down into the chair and just sort of laid there, moaning, while I teased and sucked him and played with him until he begged me to let him fuck my pussy and come."I loved the feeling of power over him I had while I was sucking him--he reacted to everything I did, and he wasn't watching TV anymore, either. I just went on and on until my mouth was so tired I couldn't suck much more. Then I gave three long, hard sucks, making my mouth as tight as I could on the sides of his cock. He came all over my mouth, in a big hot flood of maleness. I didn't like the taste at first, but then I started thinking about it, that this was what had been going into my pussy all the time, and thinking about it made me excited all over again."Harry had gone off to bed, saying that he was so tired he might never wake up again, but I took a nice warm bath, used my sexiest bath oil and then got into bed with him, sliding down his body, using my tongue all the way. He had been sleeping, but when I started nibbling on his limp cock with my lips, feeling it get harder and harder, I started sucking him as if I couldn't get enough."Somehow my love for Harry and my dominance over him while I was licking his cock and balls and tickling his ass with my tongue and my lips got all mixed up with the way I enjoyed just the act of sucking and licking. I couldn't trace it all back and I didn't want to--all I cared about was that I finally was getting the satisfaction I had needed. Lovemaking the regular way didn't do it--the only thing that really satisfied me was having control over my husband's mind and body with my wicked tongue."He came again, and after we sort of settled down to sleep, he said something that sent me right out of our bed onto the couch. He said, 'You learned all that tongue shit somewhere, baby--and all the time I thought you were a virgin. You really had me fooled.' "I jumped out of bed and said, 'Harry, you know I was a virgin when we first made love--how can you say that?' " 'You may have been a virgin in your pussy, baby, but you sure weren't a virgin in your mouth. My mother warned me about you--and I'm beginning to think she was right.' " 'Your mother never had a good lay in her life because she's such a selfish bitch she wouldn't give anyone the satisfaction of knowing she was satisfied!' I screamed."That got him up--he leaped out of bed and said, 'You did something just now. that was cheap and dirty and disgusting and my mother warned me when we were still engaged that you'd want to do it. I let you do it because I was weak--but I'll never let you help me sin again, you filthy bitch! After this, you listen to me, and when I want to fuck, we'll fuck, and at no other time, do you understand?' " 'Go blow yourself through a garden hose, you little mama's boy--after this, when you want to fuck you can go fuck your darling mother?' I yelled, and went to sleep on the couch."Since then, I've moved the Great Harry out of the bedroom and onto the couch permanently. Nobody tells me I'm dirty and disgusting, and then tells me his mother said I'd do nasty things to him! He was enjoying himself all over the place, but when he started telling me I was a bad girl and I fought back, the whole marriage went bang."I've filed for divorce, and I can't wait to find someone who understands a woman who wants to suck all the time and appreciates her for herself. As a matter of fact, about two weeks ago, a man came to fix the washing machine, and I found him so attractive that I blew him, right there in the basement. He was young and I could see through his Levi's that he was hung like a stud bull. He was friendly and handsome and I offered him coffee when he first came in, but he refused and went right to work on the washer."I sort of drifted downstairs after a few minutes, because I was so horny from four weeks of Harry and his fine principles on the couch and me and my hungry pussy in the bedroom that I wanted him more than I even wanted Harry. So I fixed a cup of coffee anyhow, sprayed myself with some sexy perfume and went downstairs. He was bending over the washer and I could see the way his shorts strained underneath his jeans. It excited me to think that I could have the same power over him as I had over Harry--and maybe his mother wasn't so freaked on prudishness as Harry's was."I walked over to where he was working on the washer and asked him if he'd changed his mind about coffee. He said, well, he'd like to have some now, sure, so I just handed it to him. He was surprised at the way I'd brought it down to him without asking, and then he started looking me over. I could tell he was interested by the way his eyes widened when he saw that I wasn't wearing a bra. I could almost feel his mouth on my nipples as he stared at me."I blushed all over and felt my nipples getting hard and pointy as he went on staring at me. Then he went back to working on the washer as if his life depended on it. I was so hot by this time that nothing could stop me. I didn't care if he was married or not, but I said, 'I'll bet your wife never has to worry about the washer breaking down, does she?' " 'I'm not married, ma'am, but I do keep the machinery at my mother's house running pretty good,' he said. He looked up at me--he was sitting on the floor--and his eyes went straight to my nipples again. I moved over closer to him and busied myself sorting laundry. 'It certainly does pile up when the washer's broken down,' I said, and he just mumbled, 'Yeah, I guess it does,' and went back to his fixing."I had no idea what I was going to do next, but he took care of that for me. 'I'm going to have to get another pump from the warehouse before I can finish this washer, ma'am,' he said, and got up from the floor. 'Will you be here this afternoon?' " 'I'm not going anywhere,' I said, as sexy as I could. He left then, and I decided that I would suck him off that afternoon if I had to tear his pants off. I wanted to do the sexiest thing I could, and since he was the only able-bodied man around, it was going to be with him. I put on some more makeup and made a pitcher of martinis and changed into tight shorts and a thinner shirt."Sure enough, about one o'clock he was back--with the pump, yet. So while he was working on the washer, I went down the cellar steps with a martini in my hand and just stood there, looking at him. Finally he looked up, and I guess I communicated the whole plan right from my mind to his, because he stood up, wiped off his hands, and said, 'Now that your washer is all fixed up, why don't you offer me a drink to celebrate the occasion?' " 'I was thinking you'd never ask,' said I, bold as brass. 'Why don't you come on upstairs where we can be comfortable?' Up we went, with me feeling every breath he let out, all the way up the stairs, he was that close behind me." 'Here's your drink, and there's the living room, and there's the couch, and why don't we sit down?' I said, all in one breath. I wanted to get the preliminaries out of the way and start to licking his cock. I knew from the way his pants bulged out around his fly that he had a nice big one. I could hardly wait to see it get bigger and bigger--under my tongue. We sat down, him at one end of the couch and my little twitching pussy planting itself right in the middle. We talked for a few minutes about one thing and another, and I got him another drink."When I came back into the living room with his second martini, he'd moved closer to where I'd been sitting, so when I sat down, we were right next to each other. I don't even know what he was saying, I was so excited by being near him. All at once I realized that he was telling me about how lonely he was. 'I guess I'm too shy around women,' he said. 'Well, you'll have to get over that,' I replied as I stroked his arm in what I thought was a sisterly way. 'You're too handsome and, uh, friendly to let yourself be held back by shyness. What you probably don't realize is that most girls would just love to make the first move, but they're so inhibited by the old rules about letting the boy make the first move that everybody just walks around lonely and frustrated while they're wondering when they're ever going to get any loving.' It was a long speech for me, but it made him sit up and listen." 'You know, I don't even know your name?' he said." 'I'm Lyn,' I replied, 'and who are you?' " 'Jeff's my name, Lyn. You know, this isn't a line or anything, but I feel as if I've known you for a long time.' " 'Maybe you have, and you don't even know it,' I answered." 'How do you mean, Lyn? I don't understand.' " 'Haven't you ever had a dream in which you thought you were getting some, uh, loving, and then woke up and couldn't remember the girl you'd been with? That's what I mean. That is, that's what I think I mean.' I giggled, because the gin was beginning to get to me." 'You're sure different, Lyn,' he said, and sort of put his arm around my shoulders. I snuggled right into him, murmuring something about how different he was, too. Then I told him I was suing my husband for divorce, and he said he was sorry, and I cried just a few tears, and when he raised my chin to wipe them away, we ended up in a kiss that felt better than anything had for a long, long time. When the kiss ended, I realized that his hands were on my breasts--I could feel how hot they were through the thin blouse I was wearing, and my nipples were high and hard."Then he said, 'I'm almost afraid to ask you, but do you and your husband, uh, that is, do you still sleep together?' " 'I haven't been to bed or anywhere else with my husband since I can't remember when,' I answered." 'I guess I came along just in time, then, Lyn baby,' he muttered into my neck, and before I knew it, his hands were unbuttoning my blouse--then I could feel the excitement of a strange man's hands caressing my bare breasts. He stroked them and cupped them in his hands and then he bent down and started sucking my nipples, taking whole mouthfuls of titty, flicking his tongue over and over my nipples, first one, then the other."I was so crazy to suck his rod that I began stroking his jeans, where the huge hard-on was bulging out on his fly. He helped me get his zipper down, and I didn't wait for a minute--I just went down on him and started licking and sucking and sucking and licking, running my tongue up and down the nerve underneath his great big, gorgeous organ, "Then I buried my tongue in the softness of his balls, sucking them in and out of my mouth very gently, tickling them with the tip of my tongue, making him moan and call my name, over and over again. 'Lyn, oh my God, Lyn, baby! You're incredible! You're absolutely out of this world!' he said."That was certainly a different attitude than the one my dear loving husband had had. It only made me go crazier and crazier over his cock, sucking him, fooling around with the nice velvety cap of his big prick for a minute, then suddenly sliding my mouth around it, sucking hard on the way up, bringing him closer and closer to coming, then letting up for a few minutes while he cooled off. All the time, he could say nothing but, 'Lyn, baby, oh, wow, Lyn!' "Knowing how much he was enjoying my Frenching him made it so great for me that I wanted to go on doing it and doing it all day. Then he said something that excited me even more than anything we'd done so far." 'You know how you were talking about sexy dreams, baby?' he asked." 'I guess so,' I said between mouthfuls of cock." 'Well, I've had a dream about you since I first saw you standing there in your cute little jeans and shirt--'" 'Tell me what it is, Jeff,' I begged him." 'Well, I've fixed washers and dryers for a living for about two years now, and you're the first girl I've touched this way--the lady of the house sort of thing, you know? And I've always wondered what it would be like if--well, if a beautiful sexy girl came downstairs while I was working on a washer, and just came up to me and put her arms around me and started loving me and licking my ears, and kissing me and all, and then took my rod out of my pants and blew me off right there against the damn washer. I've always wondered what that would be like.' " 'We'll do it right now, Jeff, baby,' I responded eagerly. 'Let's get a little sip of martinisville and go right downstairs and I'll give you a dream-come-true that you'll never forget.' With that we got up off the couch, ran into the kitchen, grabbed a sip of gin and ran down the cellar steps and over to the washer where he sat down just like he'd been when he was working."I walked over to him and started fooling around with his ears, running my fingers through his curly black hair. Then, as he got up, I spread my legs apart and pulled my shorts over so that he could see my wet, pink pussy waiting for him to taste it. He did--he let his tongue go right into my little, furry hole. I could feel him pushing it farther and farther into me, licking my pussy lips and rubbing his nice, hungry tongue across my clitoris, and then I felt a wave of passion and delight that was so much more than I'd ever felt with Harry that I came, right then and there."It was the biggest climax I'd ever had, and it was really crazy. In the cellar, up against the washing machine, with a man I'd known for only four hours and didn't love at all. After I stopped trembling, he stood up the rest of the way, and I tasted the pussy juice on his mouth deeper and deeper, the way he'd tongued my pussy just minutes before."I wanted a repeat performance, so I knelt down and started sucking his hard, hot cock, which he'd left sticking out. He was even better than he'd been before--saying, 'Lyn, suck me, honey, suck my cock, oh, baby, suck suck suck!' And I did--I sucked and sucked and sucked, licking him all over his cock and sluicing my mouth all over his balls--giving him the kind of sucking love I'd wanted to give Harry, when good old Harry turned me off with his speech about dirty, filthy me. Here was dirty, filthy me making a man happier than he'd ever been before--so what was dirty?"After I'd been closing my cheeks tighter and tighter on his cock, I finally did one long, wild, hard suck--and felt him start his climax, with his cock beginning to vibrate, then the salty-sweet, hot come rushed into my mouth for a few seconds longer, then I let him go." 'Lyn, I never knew how good it could be, having my dreams come true,' he said in a breathless, satisfied voice. 'When you get your divorce, please let me know, because I want to do everything with you--fucking and sucking and everything there is. You're like a dream, all right, Lyn baby, and I don't think I ever want to wake up.' "I held him close, and whispered, 'We don't have to wait for my divorce, Jeff. Just let me know about two days in advance and we'll do it all, right here. My husband doesn't care about loving me anymore--I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't already have a girl friend, and I don't even care.' " 'I don't want you to get in trouble, baby,' he said, "but if you say it's all right, I'll give you a call when I'm working nearby and we'll really do it all.' Then he kissed me, we got ourselves together, and he left. I went upstairs and looked at myself in the full-length mirror in my bathroom. There I was, a pretty girl, stark naked, with my own juice still smeared across my thighs where he'd been tonguing my starving pussy."I didn't look like a bad girl--I liked the way I looked, like a woman who'd been loved well and satisfyingly, without any big hang-ups about dirt and disgust and mother-told-me-what-you'd-be-like. I wondered how many people's minds and lives had been messed up by mothers or fathers or whoever, people who had every right to feel good about their bodies, but who were going through their lives hating themselves for what was a gift--the gift of enjoying sex, and love, and lovemaking. I silently cursed all the frightened, sick minds that were still turning out frightened, sick kids, and took my shower."Later, when Harry came home, I told him I'd be happier if I moved out of our house and found an apartment for myself, since I was serious about going through with the divorce. He just said, 'Okay, do what you want,' and went on eating his potatoes."Since then I've got a job as a secretary to an attorney, I see Jeff frequently, and I have what's beginning to be a good life. Maybe someday I'll marry again, but I'll be sure to have a long talk with the man before we tie the knot, about what's his idea of dirty and clean, and whether his mother told him I'd be a bad girl. There's so much more to marriage than sex, but when the sex side of your marriage is bad, the whole thing goes down the tubes."Why do people do those things to their kids? When they, themselves, are usually doing the very things they're telling their kids not to because it will send them straight to hell and damnation! Don't enjoy your bodies, kids, feel bad about feeling good--and, whatever you do, don't ever suck anybody off--especially if you think you might enjoy it, because enjoying sex is the worst kind of sin. I don't understand it, I just don't understand any of it. Harry and I would have been so happy together, if his poor sick mother hadn't 'warned' him against his terrible fiancee. She probably fixed his mind for all time, from when he was a little kid."And why? What did she have against sex and love? I never did a mean thing to that woman--and she was already 'warning' her son against me before she even knew me. What was that all about? I know I'll never do that to my kids--I'll let them love who they want, and marry who they want, and if I can't stand whoever it is they choose, I'll just stay away."* * *It's not likely that Lyn will let her children marry exactly whom they please, because she'd been taught by her own mother that the choices for marriage partner are, by example alone, limited to a certain age group, racial group, and geographical location. Although it's probable that, had she been stationed in Alaska with a troop of Army nurses, there might have been a better chance of her marrying an Eskimo, still, Lyn would probably have ended up with a young man quite similar to the one she did choose. And, possibly, she would have encountered the same set of problems about oral-sexual expression with her husband as she did with Harry. People tend to do very much what they're expected to do and to follow their parents' lead, no matter how unreasonable it may be--unless they go to the other extreme and rebel against their authority by marrying exactly the opposite of the sort of person their parents might have chosen for them. Either way, unless the young couple are extremely lucky, awful mischief is done all around.In the case of Lyn and Harry, the obvious problem was that, as in so many cases, what was sexually appealing to one partner was utterly repulsive to the other one. If, for instance, Mary wants to make love with the lights out and Joe wants them on, there's no great problem--they leave a dim light burning in the bathroom or the hall. But if Mary wants to make love standing up in a hammock and Joe can't handle motion sickness, they're both in trouble from the beginning. Courtship doesn't count--everybody's on their best behavior, and if one or the other slips and appears as less than the Princess of Sheer Delight or the Knight in Shining Armor, it's still "cute" and rather like a come-as-you-are party, having very little to do with real life.But one day, the couple wakes up and discovers that the free rides are over--they're stuck with each other, if not for life, at least for as long as they both can make it work. That is when the real challenge begins. How to salvage some excitement out of the smell of dirty diapers and a sink full of greasy dishes, not to mention a boss with a vulturous mind and a mother who keeps reminding you how sweet and peaceful and easy life was before you were saddled with all these yapping, hungry responsibilities? And there are the temptations: the man-who-fixes-the-washer, the girl-in-the-miniskirt-at-the-office, the neighbor's wife, the neighbor's husband, etc.So the possibilities of a young couple making a good marriage out of a chance situation are most unlikely. And a young woman who wants to make oral love to her husband and finds herself in the midst of a tirade about hygiene and mother and clean living is not likely to be much interested in doing up an oral sex thing with that husband again in the very near future. And who's left?--the man-who-fixes-the-washer, the neighbor's husband, et al.In Harry's case, his mother had taught him that sexual expression after marriage was only permissible on certain nights, in certain positions, and was to be fully enjoyed only if the male instigated the lovemaking. When Lyn insisted on love-making on different nights than Harry had unconsciously set down as "sex nights," it upset his sense of balance considerably. Then, when she not only made love to him on non-sex nights but began taking every opportunity to excite him so that he was virtually being seduced against his will by his own wife, Harry rebelled.Harry's outburst on the subject of what a bad girl Lyn was had been building since the first time she'd insisted on making love to him when he wasn't expecting it. And, quite possibly, Harry sensed that Lyn used her ability to excite Harry as a means of controlling him, for it's not at all uncommon for orally arrested females to feel that they're gaining some of the "power" and virility of the male by fellating him, and then virtually consuming him via the practice of swallowing his sperm. Lyn hadn't, as yet, gotten around to spermaphagia, or consuming the seminal fluid, but projecting a little into the future, it's an easy guess that that will be the next step in her development of fixation on oral-genital sex play.And what of the attitudes and beliefs bred into young Lyn by her parents, her background, and her early sexual experiences? She tells us that she had never made love with any of the boys she dated until Harry acted so gentle towards her that she felt comfortable and trusting when he advanced into more intense physical lovemaking. Then she couldn't wait to go "all the way" and have penile-vaginal relations with her lover. In all the heated pre-marital love play, however, we hear nothing about any oral-genital stimulation by either partner.Why did Lyn feel threatened with her other boyfriends until Harry's lack of insistence on sexual intercourse right away allowed her to relax with him enough to continue until they were lovers? When asked about this part of her story, Lyn evaded the issue for as long as she could, then admitted that her father had been unusually harsh when he'd discovered her necking with one of her first dates. She'd received a mild thrashing with her father's belt, and a loud accusation that she was a bad girl, who'd probably disgrace the family by coming home pregnant without benefit of clergy.Lyn's acceptance of this derogatory judgement by her father had simmered in the back of her mind for all the time she was married to Harry, until he unwittingly hit an exposed nerve by blurting out his mother's neurotic "warning" about Lyn's character, i.e., that she would tempt Harry into doing dirty and disgusting things for which Harry would be technically innocent, having been tempted into these misdeeds against his own fine judgement. Lyn then had the excuse she needed to dissolve the marriage and find other sex partners who would be more acquiescent to her need for oral eroticism.The orally arrested female is generally a woman who has had her most satisfying moments in a sucking or licking situation. Nature, in her infinite wisdom, provides each infant in the class Mammalia (animals that feel their young by letting them suck breast milk) with a strong sucking instinct, for otherwise these babies would die from starvation. The sucking instinct is satisfied by the infant, whether it's a human baby or a pup or kitten or baby elephant, when sucking its mother's breast, or, more exactly, her nipple, until they've emptied the breast of nourishment and they're ready for play or sleep. The parallels are clear--in oral-genital love play, specifically fellation, the female (or male homosexual) fellator finds satisfaction for her (or his) sucking needs met quite well by having an erect penis in her mouth. The penis fills the mouth of the adult fellator the same as the mother's nipple once filled the mouth of the infant. And, as most babies are cuddled at least part of the time while they are nursing, even if they're "bottle babies," the assurance that strong sucking will of its own produce a response of cuddling and erotically stimulating stroking and petting for the fellator is sometimes reason enough for the deepening of the desire for oral-genital love play.We are all lonely little children inside of our grown-up bodies, and for some of us, anything we can do to insure ourselves a portion of that perfect, unjudging love we remember getting at our mother's breast, we will do to stave off the inevitable loneliness and warm up the enveloping cold.