Then she let me touch her pussy and her tits, which was also a new experience for me, and it excited me even further. A thought flashed through my mind: What would it be like to do the same to her? What would it be like to suck her pussy?
I didn't have a chance to find out – at least not that afternoon. She said she had to get home, and she quickly dressed and left us sitting naked on the floor.
"I don't believe that happened," I said, my head still confused and excited.
"She knows what she's doing. Did you like it?"
"Like it? I loved it!" My cock was still hard that was proof that I liked it!
"She's a nice girl," Alberto said; playing with his cock. It too was half-hard – we were very horny guys, you see. And summer in Italy… oh, well, it can do that to a person.
I brought myself to ask him the question that had been troubling me. "Antonio, have you ever… well, have you sucked her pussy?"
He smiled. "Sure, a few times. I like it all right, but I'm selfish and make her work hard at the time. It's really a great thing, especially when she's all turned on and starts to gush her juice into your mouth…"
I started beating my cock again as I listened to him describe what it was like to eat her cunt.
"… Then I spread the lips with my fingers just enough to put my tongue in between. I slide it up and down till she starts crying and moving, then I push my face to her body and stick my tongue up her as far as it will go!"
I could hardly stand it – I pictured every detail in my mind as I masturbated. It wasn't long before I was ready to come again.
"… And then finally she shudders and I taste the salty drops of her fluid, and then she comes all over my wet face, banging her ass on the bed, pulling my hair and shouting out loud…"
The come shot out of the tip of my cock as I pictured my face buried between her sweet thighs. I didn't care where it landed – I wasn't even watching! I just knew what I was dreaming and it was wonderful. I wanted to do it in real life!
When I settled down and could breathe again, I looked at Alberto with a crazy smile. "Oh, Alberto, this day has been too much for me."
He laughed. "Would you like to do that to her sometime? I could arrange it. Besides, I think she likes you. She sure liked your cock."
I couldn't respond. I just nodded and burst into laughter, honest wild young laughter. I finally felt that I was growing up. And I thought, if my sisters only knew!
Two weeks later, Alberto arranged for me to meet his girl friend – I cannot remember her name, hard as I try! – but I was afraid to go alone. He said he would be glad to accompany me, to teach me if I needed help! We met her and went up to the room it felt strange not to be hiding in the closet on this hot afternoon. We soon undressed and sat on the big bed.
She lay down on the pillows, and Alberto and I knelt on either side of her so she could play with our cocks and suck them alternately till we got hard. When we did, she held them tight as we played with her big breasts. Then she spread her legs and Alberto winked at me – it was time.
I knelt between her legs. Alberto placed a pillow under her buttocks so her pussy would be open in front of my face. I stared at it – at the folds, the heavy lips, the dark hair – and realized I had never seen one so close before. I longed to smash my face to its furry softness and suck as hard as I could, but I remembered what Alberto had told me to go slowly.
I nibbled at little and spread the lips with my fingers, and she started moaning, just as he had said she would. Then I found her hard little clitoris and began rubbing it with my fingers, fascinated. I flicked it with my tongue as I spread the lips as far as I could. She went wild!
Alberto moved above her, kneeling on either side of her face, his balls falling directly into her mouth. She sucked on them as he beat his cock, watching my face making love to her pussy.
And I certainly did make love to it. I was utterly carried away, into another world it seemed, and I have never gotten over the feeling – there is nothing in the world as exciting for me, absolutely nothing. I often masturbate when I'm sucking a cunt, but it doesn't matter really, I still feel real ecstasy and fulfillment when doing it. I love the taste of pussy, the feel, the look of it. It is really my thing.
I held her thighs with my hands and let my mouth do the work – my tongue slid up her, tongue-fucking her, till I thought my head would pop, and I nibbled with my teeth and caressed her cunt lips with my lips. Her pussy was hot and mushy, creamy, inviting, I sucked all the juice out of it and put in some of my own. And I moved my hips on the bed, sinking my cock into the covers.
Alberto shouted and told me to watch – I looked up from her pussy to see his cock shoot come all over her body. Some of it landed just above her pubic hair and I quickly licked it up and went back to the warmth of her pussy. She sucked his balls through it all, and only released them after she had come…
I sucked and sucked, and fucked her as hard as I possibly could with my tongue. She undulated and Alberto told me she was coming. She couldn't talk because her mouth was filled with his heavy scrotum, but she sure moaned a hell of a lot!
He was right. She kicked her legs into the air and pushed my face deeper into her pussy with her hands. I felt her body shudder and shake, and then there was a gush that both startled and pleased me. I had brought her to orgasm on my very first try. I was very proud of myself.
And just as she didn't release my cock from her mouth till I was all done coming, I kept my mouth glued to her cunt till she was again relaxed. Alberto pulled his balls from her mouth and lay down next to her. Then I came up for air and wiped the wetness from my face. My cock stood straight up between my legs, and I knew something had to be done about it fast!
She leaned over and took it in her mouth. Alberto helped by playing with my balls and my asshole and soon I was near orgasm. This time she was rougher, sliding her teeth along the shaft, which only excited me more. I could still taste the creamy cunt fluid in my mouth and I wanted to fill her body with my liquid.
I came in one long gush. Her cheeks swelled from the force of the load, and Alberto shouted, getting turned on while watching our performance, and she kept my cock in her mouth till it had not only poured out all its juices, but had softened as well. It was going to be quite a learning experience.
I learned fast and I practiced what I learned. In the next two years I sucked just about every girl in Italy, including a few older women who were every bit as exciting as the young ones. Alberto and I remained pals, and we fucked and sucked our way across all of Europe one summer, just before I came to the United States.
"Oh yes, I came to the U.S.. Directly to Cicero, Illinois, where the family was and still is. And I am here too. Chicago isn't bad, but there is a morality that exists here in the Midwest that doesn't mix well with my ideas on sexuality. I had a rough time finding girls who would even let me feel their cunts, much less touch them. For the first year here, I almost had no sex at all. I masturbated myself silly, dreaming of eating all the cunts who were around me, but never within reach."
Although Frieda was an American Negress and Tony is an Italian, they both suffer from a similar perversion, an intense oral fixation. But Tony's disposition is more complex. Voyeurism, traces of homosexuality, ejaculatio praecox (premature emission), and a near total misconception of the feminine sexual physiological functions comprise his case history.
Tony's first real sexual encounter occurred when he watched his friend Alberto and Alberto's lover engaged in oral-genital relations. Tony was secreted behind the closet door, occupied in genital masturbation, as he watched.
The instinct of scopophilia – voyeurism/exhibitionism – is a component of the total erotic composition in every individual. Like the other components – sadism/masochism – it was a passive and active aim. Opposing sexual forces are always present simultaneously. In other words, anyone who is a voyeur is at the same time an exhibitionist. Looking and showing are preparatory acts which many normal people linger over during the attainment of the sexual goal. But the pleasure becomes perverse only when it supplants the normal sexual aim instead of augmenting it.