It was hard to look her in the eye the next day, but she seemed very at ease with the situation. I told myself, convinced myself, that it was one of those things that happened once in a lifetime, and that it was over.
But that very night, again after my uncle was snoring, she crept into my room. She didn't say anything this time, but clicked on the dresser light. I guess she wanted to see my cock in the light – she walked to the bed and pulled back the covers, exposing my naked body. She smiled when she saw that I already had an erection. She sat on the bed and took it in her lips, just as she had the night before, playing with my balls with her hands. I just lay there stunned into a fantastic sensual dream, and I came easily, again into her mouth. My come was so plentiful that some of it dribbled down her chin. When it was over she stood up and blew me a kiss, and left the room. Wow!
The next night, I was ready for her. I had showered and shaved, and positioned myself into a real sexy position on the bed – naked, sitting up against the headboard, my hand on my hard cock, one finger down playing with my asshole. I heard footsteps and a light knock on the door. Without thinking I said, "Come in."
The next thing I knew, my uncle was standing there staring at me like I had just murdered somebody! I was so fucking embarrassed. I felt like I wanted to die. He gave me this long lecture on how bad masturbation was for me, and how I should be out fucking girls. I listened politely, said good-night, and then beat off as soon as he left. I thought about Madge, but I was disappointed she didn't come to my room.
She didn't show up for almost four days, and I wondered why. I realized later she was having her period at that time, but I didn't realize it then. One afternoon, however, I came home and found her in the kitchen mixing a cake batter. I said hello, asked her if anyone was home, and she said no, she was alone. I stuck my finger in the batter and tasted it. She smiled at me and put her hands between my legs. I couldn't believe it.
Right there, in the damn kitchen at three in the afternoon, she got on her knees and pulled my cock out of my pants! It got hard as soon as she put her thick lips on it and I went back and held onto the table as she worked up and down it with her perfect teeth and saliva. Then she released it and stood up, grabbed the bowl of batter, and held it under my cock.
"I'm gonna make you come in it, Tony. That way we'll all be eating you without knowing it, at supper," she said. She was nuts! And I loved it! The whole idea excited me tremendously. She held the bowl in both hands as I worked my hand up and down my cock a few times and then shot my load into the fucking cake batter…
Things like that went on for days – I remember trying to keep a straight face when my uncle said it was one of the best cakes she had ever made – and we did crazy things like sucking each other in the garage after we returned from grocery shopping. Once I went into the bathroom when she was sitting on the toilet and knelt down and watched her pee. She spread her legs and when she finished I licked the few drops of urine off her pussy lips and then sucked her till she came. It was crazy – I'd do anything, and so would she.
Finally, one night, after we had sucked each other's assholes for awhile, we became serious. Madge started crying and I didn't know what was wrong. Why had we been always in a hurry to have oral sex at strange times, in weird places, without any kissing or hugging or such? She finally admitted she was falling in love with me. And I knew I was in love with her! We had been afraid to admit it, and when we had we felt so much more secure and even more attracted to each other.
We kissed on the lips for the first time, and our tongues moved together in a fury of passion. Our bodies no longer seemed like sexual object, they were love objects. And sex took on an entire new feeling, a new quality, a new excitement.
"Tony, I love you more than anything in the world!"
"More than my cock?" I asked, jokingly.
"Well, maybe not that much." She moved her head down between my legs and sucked my balls into her mouth. I masturbated till I came – the come fell down my organ and dripped all over her face. Then I kissed her and my come spread all over our faces until I buried my head between her legs. Then her juices cleansed me and my own juice mixed with her wetness as I tongue-fucked her cunt.
We fucked the next day. It was nice, but it wasn't nearly as exciting as our oral copulation. She could get my uncle to fuck her anytime she wanted, so she didn't have to turn to me for that. But it was love and oral satisfaction she received from me, and I felt damn good about it. I was finally happy myself, finally satisfied with sex, and it hasn't ended yet.
My uncle has never found out. I sometimes think he knows, but if he does he doesn't care. I date other girls, and I suppose one day I'll meet one I love and will want to marry. But Madge is all there is right now, Madge and her beautiful pussy and asshole. My mouth was made to make love to my aunt, I really believe that.
And hers was made to suck my cock. I swear, she sucks me so hard and so often, I think my penis has grown an inch or two since we started playing around.
I've told a few of my friends about her, about our relationship, and every single one was horrified. They tell me it's sick, it's unnatural, it's wrong. Bullshit! Who's to say it's wrong? It doesn't make us sick. It seems like the most natural thing in the world. So where does anyone get off condemning me for it?
That's what's wrong with this world, with this country, with people! They still hold on to the Victorian ideals, to the things the good nuns and priests taught them, to the words of their grandparents. Man, this is a new age, whether here in Cicero or in Italy, and if more people could be like my aunt and me, things would be a lot more peaceful. Agree? I hope so.
The prognosis for Tony is not very favorable. Tony has lost all feelings of shame and disgust that are designed to moderate oral sexuality. Not that oral sex is shameful or disgusting. It is a pleasant adjunct to coitus. Only when oral sex consumes the entire sexual life is it a perversion.
There can be no ethnic difference between individuals who are at this low stage of development, for culture is built upon the repression of what individuals like Tony refuse to renounce.
CHAPTER THREE: Mai-Lin
My name is Mai-Lin, and you have no doubt seen my face in magazines and fashion journals. Yes, I'm a very successful model, and right now I'm at the height of my career. It is all so wonderful, so exciting, because I have a great deal of money and people recognize me on the street, and I've been asked to test for an upcoming film in Hollywood. But I'm missing something, something I need and want so very badly. I'm missing a man to love me.
Oh yes, I have many men to share my bed, to make love to me. But I don't have love, a man who is willing to give me everything. Lately I've been feeling terribly depressed, and so very lonely. I am not frustrated sexually, for I have a great sexual need and I satisfy it. But I am frustrated for the emotional, the inner feelings of loving and caring, and this is why I have decided to talk to you, hoping you will be able to give me advice.
I will go back to the beginning, I will tell you about my love life, for I feel my particular desires in sex have something to do with the reason no man stays with me. I'm inclined to oral sex only, although I will gladly submit to "normal" intercourse if the man wants it badly, and I think this scares many away.
I was born and raised in Chinatown, in San Francisco. We were very poor and lived in what we would now call a commune – many poor people sharing the same house and cooking. My father was a merchant, and very opposed to the "Americanization" of our family – this reminds me of the musical, Flower Drum Song, which I saw so many years ago – but there was nothing he could do. We were young Americans now, and we were becoming attuned to the ways of the world. San Francisco was a good place to begin a sexual education.