Mike Phillips

The many tongues of love

INTRODUCTION

Oral-genital intercourse has been practiced since primeval times. In the Orient, thousands of years of oral-genital activity have resulted in the development of fellatio as an art. African natives, at least those as yet untouched by all of "modern" society's mores, find great interest in all forms of sexual stimulation and gratification, with the exception of the universal incest taboo. This applies as well to their counterparts in all the less "civilized" areas of the world.

However, members of civilized society indulge in oralism as well, and in a few countries in the Western world can do so freely. According to the laws of the United States, however, oral-genital sexual activity is strictly illegal, and, therefore, unethical and immoral. Morality is certainly not something which can be legislated, and oralism between consenting sexual partners cannot be termed unethical. That such laws have been established is proof of the horror with which many members of our society, composed of various ethnic groups, view oral sexuality, and this horror can no doubt be traced to guilt feelings resulting from inhibited sexual development. In Three Essays on the Theory of Sexuality, Freud points out the remarkable dichotomy regarding the use of the mouth as a normal sexual variation:

"The use of the mouth as a sexual organ is regarded as a perversion if the lips (or tongue) of one person are brought into contact with the genitals of another, but not if the mucous membranes of the lips of both of them come together."

Those people who would experience real disgust at the thought of giving or receiving fellatio or cunnilingus, an act between two mucous membranes, in this case the mouth and genital, would think nothing of giving or receiving a passionate mouth-to-mouth kiss, which is a purely conventional meeting of two mucous membranes.

Subjectively, sexual activity, both infantile and mature, is connected with pleasure sensations which are different, in kind and intensity, from any other forms of gratification. And the very earliest pleasure sensations came from the mouth. The forerunner of fellatio was the mother's breast, and, when the breast was removed, the thumb filled the void nicely, and baby was a self-contained sexual being, simultaneously self-stimulating and self-satisfying.

This satisfaction from sucking is removed from the first use of the mouth and tongue, namely nourishment, and becomes sensual for its own pleasure alone. It is a pleasurable enough experience to repeat often throughout life, and is obviously a universal characteristic.

While the openness with which people discuss their sexual activities and preferences varies from society to society, the activities themselves do not. Ethnic differences have as far as can be determined by the statistics at hand, no bearing on the relationship between sexual activity and oral-genital sexuality.

Religious differences, however, most certainly serve to influence sexual practices. The Amish and Quaker people are raised to view sexual activity as an adjunct to procreation only. Foreplay and sexual variation are unthinkable.

Conversely, Buddhists and their cultures arising there from pay special attention to schooling woman to serve man sexually to the best of her ability. It is a logical progression that fellatio is a learned skill in these cultures. In Japan, sexual attitudes have become so liberalized that, for the past twenty years, no stigma has attached to a bride for having formerly been a prostitute.

Muhammed, founder of Islam, so idolized woman that he attempted to raise her to a pedestal above man. However, in reality, the Islamic woman is regarded as little more than a sex object, and no concern is shown for her sexual enjoyment. Richard von Krafft-Ebing, in Psychopathia Sexualis, notes that:

Above all things Islamism excludes woman from public life and enterprise and stifles her intellectual and moral advancement. The Mohammed-an woman is simply a means for sensual gratification and the propagation of the species.

There is no doubt that oralism fulfills many sexual desires. Oral-genital contact provides sexual pleasure from the stimulation of two erogenous zones. Additionally, the close contact of face-to-genital proximity gratifies even the most ardent of voyeurs.

The oral stage of development is a natural stage for mankind. No one is ever taught to suck. It is a phylogenetic acquisition.

The early oral phase is accompanied by feelings of total pleasure. It nearly recapitulates the womb situation, where satisfaction was simultaneous with desire. The breast is perceived by the child, at this time, as a part of the child's body and not a part of the mother.

Gradually, however, the infant learns the law of reality, deferred gratification. Initially, he won't accept this situation and looks upon his mother as a punishing figure, the one who holds back the breast. But the situation progresses and eventually the breast is recognized as an object exterior to the self. In his attempt to interject this once greatly prized possession, he passes through a stage of oral "cannibalism". Then, when the child grows his first teeth, weaning is made necessary and the breast is withdrawn forever. The normal child is able to overcome this "weaning trauma" and proceed to the next stage of psychosexual development, the anal-sadistic phase.

People who cling to the infantile sucking stage are always seriously hampered in the maturation of their sexuality. The instincts of nutrition and of sexuality remain connected to each other. The libido remains fixated and the primary esoteric zone is not transferred to complete concentration on genitality, the stage necessary for the propagation of the species.

To these oral-regressed and oral-fixated individuals, narcissism is the primary character trait. There is no exterior love object, and oral reincorporation of the longed-for breast and its contents remains the principal concern.

Sucking is a component instinct of the fully developed sexual organization. As such, it can be enjoyed as a sexual adjunct leading to the fulfillment of coitus. Only when it becomes the primary erotic zone do we speak of perversion.

Perversion is the psychodynamic opposite of neurosis. As the individual develops and matures, he learns to sublimate his desires. In other words, he displaces them onto other gratifying activities of a nonsexual nature. For example, one's original bisexuality may be sublimated into the love for mankind in general or one's desire for the mother may be displaced by various distracting activities. But the pervert has never learned to renounce one – if not more of his component instincts. In the case of orality, the punitive sucking and biting levels have been hard to renounce.

In the majority of instances the pathological character in a perversion is found to lie, not in the content of the new sexual aim, but in its relation to the normal. If a perversion, instead of appearing merely alongside the normal sexual aim and object, and only when circumstances are unfavorable to them and favorable to it – if, instead of this, it ousts them completely and takes their place in all circumstances if, in short, a perversion has the characteristics of exclusiveness and fixation – then we shall usually be justified in regarding it as a pathological symptom.

Possibly, this fixation may be caused by a trauma or a regression precipitated by an external and internal shock. Weaning itself comprises both of these types of trauma; the breast is removed externally, but it is considered as an internal loss. The trauma may even be provoked by a newly born brother or sister. The new addition to the family is viewed as a threat because of the envy created by the new child suckling on the much-desired breast. Normally, however, these traumas are overcome.

It is only when we find a strong fixation and a lack of inhibition together that we encounter a perverse personality. These fixated individuals are sometimes incapable of coitus.

In this book, we are basically dealing with oralerotic perversions. We must not forget that this type of individual is not only fixated upon the breasts and the nuclear element of non-separation of nutrition and sexuality, but the individual is also fixated upon the mother, with all that implies.

Additionally, mother-fixation develops passive identification with the mother. Primarily, the oral zone is passively structured, in a biological sense. It seeks to incorporate the breast which is a feminine or masochistic trait. Thus, we have said that the orally perverse individual is both masochistic in his incorporative function and sadistic in his cannibalistic function. This is seemingly a paradox. But the contrast between activity and passivity which lies behind them is a universal characteristic of sexual life. As Freud notes, in his Three Essays on the Theory of Sexuality:

… the most remarkable feature of this perversion is that its active and passive forms are habitually found to occur together in the same individual. A person who feels pleasure in producing pain in someone else in a sexual relationship is also capable of enjoying as pleasure any pain which he may himself derive from sexual relations. A sadist is always at the same time a masochist, although the active or the passive aspect of the perversion may be the more strongly developed in him and may represent his predominant sexual activity.

But most importantly, what is normal or perverse is determined by the moral standards of the society in which we live. The social environment we live in is constantly changing and shifting. How far does this affect our ideas about normality and deviant behavior? One need not quote Kinsey to establish the fact that our aims and needs are largely conditioned by culture and social structure.

Is it a perversion when a man embraces and kisses another man? Or when a brother and sister perform sexual intercourse? Are they behaving in a perverted manner even though they are simply talking to each other? The answer is to be found, at least in part, in the relationship between the acts and the cultural environment in which they take place.

When the president of the French Republic embraces and kisses the recipient of a military honor, it is hardly regarded as an act of homosexual intention. Yet in other cultures, it might be a suspicious sign of asocial tendencies if two men merely touch each other. If a Japanese couple, proud of their ability to please each other with oral-genital sex, come to the United States, can they rightfully be arrested?

Similarly, it has frequently been pointed out that, in certain societies, brother-sister incest belonged to a particular institution within the socio-religious system. In sharp contrast, any sort of physical contact between male and female siblings is met with disgust, or even punishment, by a number of primitive people.

What often seem to be contradictions are actually culture-bound adaptations, rooted in the interaction between physiological, psychological and environmental forces. That is why normality is traditionally considered to be whatever the traditional behavior pattern in a culture dictates.

In view of the hundreds of cultures in the world, all exercising sexuality in whatever form the society considers normal; it is certainly difficult to ascertain what place oral-genital sexual activity would have in each. Many potentialities are molded by the cultural environment.

Warner Muensterberger summed it up well, in his Perversion, Cultural Norm and Normality, determining that:

We assume that our biological inheritance contains elements which decide certain behavioral tendencies. As these potentialities vary, it seems conceivable that any reaction type might be found in any ethnic milieu.

And of most importance, even in the most unified ethnic group, individual sexual behavior will in part be determined by the personal experience and erotic preference of each of its individuals, individually.

In the case histories which follow, it will be noted that only the places and incidental circumstances actually change. Whether we deal with a Negro female in Chicago or an Italian boy living in the sticks, we find that the same human impulses drive them, altered only by certain generational and ethnic characteristics of upbringing.

CHAPTER ONE: Frieda

Far out, man! I mean it's a gas you want to know about my sex life. I feel like Geraldine and I wanna say, "I don't do windows but I do suck cocks!"

And baby-child, that's what I do and I do it better than just about anyone I can think of. My boyfriend – I call him Honky because it gets him mad and I love to tease him – he says to me, "Man, I'll bet so – and so can do my big black dick real justice," as he's watching her on the late news. And I look at him and say, "Listen, baby, I know So-and-so is one together chick, but I know I could teach her a few things about sucking cock!"

He just looks at me and leans back in the chair and he says, "Frieda, my load's buildin' up in there and I'm gonna beat it off unless you get down there and do somethin' about it fast!"

So I do a whole number, you know, pretending that I don't want to… I stand up and click off the fucking TV – I hate television – and I put on a record – Aretha or maybe B. B. King – and start to dance right there. In front of him. My man looks up at me and watches my titties swinging just above his bushy head and he's getting hotter than hell. I see that old black magic rising in his pants and my pussy starts in quivering and shaking and itching. I start opening the buttons on my dress – it's very tight and long and slinky, very 40's; Honky loves anything that clings to my body – and he's sitting there with sweat pouring all down his shiny forehead.

Honky is some man, let me tell you! He's twenty-seven and he's really got it together. He's tall and muscular and strong, and has a cock on him like none I've ever seen and I've seen them all, and you'd better believe it. When they say Black Power honey they're talking about my Honky. Every chick I know wants him to ball her, every chick I know wants to nibble on his dick. But that is reserved for me and me alone, and I'm good at it. Holy Jesus in Alabama, I'm damn good at it!

So, anyway, I'm dancing around the room and I pull my dress open just enough for one of my titties to fallout. He looks up and sees it and licks his lips. He's stoned – we shared a joint of good grass just before the news – and he feels mellow and sexy. His cock is so hard it's practically ripping through his pants. I can already see it in front of my lips. I can taste it, I can feel the creamy liquid going down my throat.

"Frieda, come on here, girl, and suck my dick… baby, baby, baby." Aretha is blasting and he's writhing in time with the music, moving his ass on the cushions of the couch. I finger my left breast and the nipple is hard, rigid. I hold it and bend down, squeezing it above his face, right in front of his eyes. He puts his tongue out and I give him a little lick of the tip, and then pull it away. He groans and sinks deeper into the chair.

I pull my dress down to my waist and dance like that, with my hands in the air, feeling like Aretha myself, pretending to be on a stage, in front of men, lots of men, all looking like my baby-man Honky, all sitting out there with their dicks in their hands, beating off as they watch me strip in front of them. Then, after I'm done, when I'm turned on, I'll suck each of them, crawling on my knees down the rows, taking each big black dick in my mouth and never letting them forget what it's like to be sucked by a superstar!

And, man, I got fantasies, and I live them out. I suck cock, all kinds of cock, and I suck it good, man, real good! Us black chicks weren't born with nice full thick lips for nothing, you know? When my mammy was nursin' me – down in Alabama – when I was suckin' on her big fat thick nipple – I was already preparing for a future of sucking something other than nipples. The preacher used to say, "Sister Bertha, Frieda is gonna grow up to sing in the choir! She moves her lips night and day!"

And I did sing in the choir, till one day the choir-master pulled up his robe when we were alone after rehearsal and he told me the Lord said to him that it was time to teach little Frieda about love. He pulled out his long black shaft and told me to get on my knees and pray. I prayed, all right, with that thing down my throat, till he shot so much jism in my throat, I thought I'd pass out right there in the church! That was the night I got religion! And that was the night I realized I had better get outta Alabama, cause singing in the choir was no good for this girl any more!

So here I am in Chicago, and Honky keeps me and makes me his woman and loves me, and life is easy, you know? I got my music, I got my books, I got my dope and my man's cock. What more can a girl ask? If you ask me, baby, that's soul! One crazy nigger, he says to me once, "Frieda, baby, you got soul!"

I say, "How come you say that, Bernard? You flying – on mescaline again?"

"Frieda baby," he shouts like I was ten miles away, "Honky tells me how you suck the livin' devil outta his cock and a chick who do that, she's got soul!"

I got soul, and don't you forget it. Anyway, I'm using all the soul I can muster up as I let my dress slip down, down, down, till the hairs on my pussy show. Then I take a deep breath and hold it in and give a big bump with my hips and the dress slides down to the floor and I stand there, flash in my pussy in all its glory, right in front of my baby-man.

He's going crazy, nuts, bananas. He's rubbing his cock so hard I think his pants are going to give out!

"You gonna suck me, Frieda honey, sugar?"

"Why Honky, how dare you suggest something so awful? I'm just dancing." I'm all innocence now.

"Frieda honey, I got something for you I think you're gonna like… far far fucking out."

He's zonked and I love it. He throws his head back and opens the silver buttons on his fly – he's a fantastic dresser, Honky – and then undoes his belt. All the time I'm still standing there naked, just moving my hips with my feet planted on the floor. I'm listening to Aretha and watching my man and having a hell of a time!

All of a sudden I see it. The light from the candles make it shine, glow. It's almost eleven inches long, and so thick I've never been able to put my hand around it all the way. He's holding it by the base, waving it in the air, flopping it around. I look down and put my hand to my mouth, pretending to be offended by such a sight.

"Baby, it wants you."

I just bat my eyes and place one hand on my pussy. "It wants to go in me, here?" I ask, rubbing my fingers over my slit.

"Let me tell you something, girl, you're just gonna get down on your knees and suck it hard, you hear?" He's really excited now, and he starts pulling his pants down to his ankles. I kneel down and unzip his white and black checkered boots with real tall heels. He kicks them off as I lean back and soon his pants are off and he's sitting there in a tight shirt and his sox.

I run my fingers up his hairy legs and stop just under his balls. Honky has two nuts to match his cock – incredible! Once my girl friend Bernice was staying with us and she walked in the bedroom when Honky was fucking my mouth and she saw it from behind. He was going at it like wildfire, and she said his balls were banging against my chin like those big balls they use to knock buildings down with, the kind that swing from a crane. Well, shit, man, his balls swing from his crotch, but they easily could knock down any building! He could raze the entire city of Chicago in twenty minutes if he'd just spread his legs and let them go!

"Wheee!" I'm getting carried away. Anyhow, I played with him like that, getting him all excited as he began smoking another joint. Oh shit, man, listen to me! I'm telling it like a story from yesterday, and I want it to be happening for you now!

So, Honky spreads his legs wide and moves his ass down in the chair some more till his balls hang over the edge of the cushion. I take them in my hand and look up at his cock, and see it lying against his stomach. He is in another world, puffing on his joint, putting all his feeling and soul into the place I'm at – in his balls and cock and tight asshole.

And man, I'm so excited I think I'm gonna cream right there on the floor. My pussy is dripping already, I can feel it. I touch it with my fingers and resist fucking myself 'cause I know I'll come easily and I wanna save that moment for my man, 'cause he loves to finger me when he shoots in my mouth.

So Honky puts his arms out over the top of the couch and lets me go to town; and baby, I'm going to the fucking moon down there, let me tell you! I start licking his balls, like a little dog, you know? I do it with long, even strokes, running the entire length of my tongue over each globe, stopping just at the bottom of his thick cock. Then I kiss each one, taking turns, until I start drawing each one into my lips a little.

"Baby, oh baby," my baby-man says. His cock looks like it's gonna explode right now! He's flying in the stars, and I'm doing it to him, and the feeling is far out, really far out! There ain't nothin' like it!

I suck on one of his balls and then open my mouth real wide and pull them both in. It isn't easy, cause they're so big, but I can do it. I've had enough practice. He loves it. He starts moaning like a baby – that's why I can him my baby-man, 'cause he's such a big stud and when I have him under my sexual power he's just a baby – and I suck his nuts in and out, driving him out of his ever-loving black mind!

Then I pull my lips away and roll his balls in my fingertips, caressing them. Because they're so wet with my saliva, they move easily. The hairs – man, he's a hairy motherfucker! – are rough and thick. I pull them and twist them. He moans and sighs and moves his ass cheeks deeper into the couch. I know he wants me on his dick, but I'm gonna let him beg for it…

I move my pussy against his leg and he feels the hair. He lifts his foot and I can feel the bone of his leg cutting against my cunt lips, pushing them open. My juices make his leg wet and he pulls up so his sock touches my cunt, and it dries my thighs a little. That does more to me and I feel even more excited. I can't stand it. I gotta have his dick in my lips.

"Honey baby, your pussy's drippin' all over the rug…" he whispers, smiling.

"Don't you worry about that none, the rug's already fulla your jism."

He smiles some more and reaches down and grabs the base of his cock with his right hand. He lifts it off his belly and holds it up in the air. "Come on, honey, suck this beautiful dick…"

He knows he's got the best-lookin' black dick in all Chicago. He's the biggest stud I've ever seen and I'm always amazed that I'm his woman. Everyone wants him, everyone wants to fuck with him. But what they don't know is he likes getting sucked more than anything, and I'm the best blow job in the Goddamned world.

And I'm gonna give it to him. He holds his cock there as I move closer to it. My nipples brush against his thighs and I press down so his balls are between them, between my tits. He gasps and moves his cockhead – it's huge, bigger and rounder than you could imagine – against me and I lift my head so it touches under my neck. He squirms and then drops it and moves his hands back to the top of the couch.

Then I bring my fingers up and start caressing that gorgeous tool. Man, it's big. I've never seen another guy quite so big – well, that's not true. I've sucked a few black studs who were just about as big, I guess. But I've never met a white guy with a cock like Honky's. They say black meat is the best, and they sure as hell know what the fuck they're talking about! I'll suck a white cock anytime if I like the guy, but baby, it'll never come near satisfying me like a big thick black dick will. I think it's what I'm on this earth for. That's why I got my little ass out of Alabama. Those Southern niggers are too up tight, too afraid, George Wallace and all that shit and memories of the whole slave number. Us Northern cats are okay, in tune, together. We get our pussies out and our cocks out and we do it. Down South, they just talk about it and then go through a guilt trip about the past. Fuck the past. We live for now!

I run my fingers up the length of his dick and stop just before I reach the head, 'cause that's the part that really drives his head into orbit. Then I tickle it and lift it and let it drop back to his smooth, tight black stomach. He lifts one leg up on the soft cushion and his asshole is open before me also. I run my fingertips from just under the head of his cock, down the shaft, over his huge balls, and right to the opening of his asshole. I rest them there and he starts undulating like the devil got in him!

Then I move my lips up close to his dick, so he can feel my breath. I breathe over the tip of his cock and lift my head. There is a huge gob of semen sitting there on the slit in the tip. I bend down again and flick it off with my tongue and Honky goes nuts! He starts moaning and asking me for it, begging, calling me all kinds of sweet names. I still won't suck it.

Finally he wraps his fingers around the bottom of his dick and holds it up in the air. He grabs my hair with his other hand and lets out a shout, "Suck my cock, you black bitch! You cunt! You cocksucker!" and rams my head down with his powerful hand. My eyes bulge as the tip of his enormous cock slams against the back of my throat and my whole body shakes. It's what I want, it's what I need. Man, I love to hear him order me. He's such a man, so strong. What a Goddamn stud!

He pulls his hands away and becomes my baby again. I start working like always, sucking first on the tip. I curl my tongue down under the ridge and up the slit. I can taste more drops of his thick come and it only serves to increase my excitement. My pussy is flapping down there and my titties are hard as rocks.

I grasp his cock base with both hands and move my lips up and down, taking as much of the long thing as I can. I suck and then am gentle, and I use my tongue a lot, tickling and licking, driving up the fucking wall. He starts to move his hips up and down and he grabs my head and holds it still. Then he fucks my mouth, thrusting his cock up and down, in and out, raping the back of my throat, scraping against the smooth white teeth, running over my sensitive tongue. I move one hand down to play with his balls and I held them tight, feeling them contract from the excitement. He can't take it any more and he releases my head. Then, with his cock still in my mouth, he moves his whole body forward and stands up, and I stay connected to him, kneeling in front of him.

"Take that outta your mouth and suck my hole a little," he says. I obey. I drop his cock and shake my head – feels good, my hair gets all matted and shaking it makes it fluffy – and open my lips. He turns around and places his smooth male ass in my face. I brush against it, putting little kisses all over it, as he bends over and spreads his legs. His beautiful asshole flowers open in front of my eyes and I put my lips to it. He moans and spreads his cheeks with his hands. I dart my tongue in and out of his anus and it just about causes him to come! I reach under, between his legs, and grab hold of his throbbing cock. Man, lean tell he's hot! It's enormous! I pull on it, forcing it down between his legs, hurting him a little, as I still suck on his asshole.

Then I move my lips down and kiss his balls again and pull his cock further so it is pointing at me from between his legs. I take it in my mouth, still holding it tightly in my hand. He bends as far as he can, with his hair touching the floor, and he watches from underneath, watches my hand and my mouth and my titties and my wet pussy. I suck till he is ready to shoot, and I stop suddenly and let go of his cock. It flies back into position and hits his stomach, and his balls bounce back down between his legs. He stands up and looks down at me.

"Baby honey, we better get it on or I'm gonna have this big mother accident," he says, as he comes down to the floor. He stretches his big body out and positions himself alongside me, in a sixty-nine position. His big dick is in front of my face and my pussy is ready for his lips and his hand. I take his cock into my mouth and start sucking. I grab his balls with one hand and reach around and play with his asshole with the other. I slide my little finger up his ass – with the help of my saliva – and I know he's ready now, this is what he likes the best. And I'm ready for his load – his big load – and I want to choke on it, I want to gag on it, I want to be smothered by it!

This feeling of electricity shoots through my cunt as he kisses it. Man, the feel of his thick stud lips against the little lips of my pussy is too much for one chick to stand! His tongue sneaked up me right away and he was sucking on my clit as hard as I was doing his dick.

I sucked and sucked, and I could feel his balls contracting, and inside his asshole my finger could feel a tightening – I knew he was just about ready. And I knew it would be a good one 'cause of the grass and all, and 'cause I was pouring my pussy juice right into his mouth.

He sucked me as hard as he could until his tongue got tired and then he shoved his fingers in there. He knows just what to do – how to tickle my clitoris and fuck my vagina and caress the lips of my pussy at once. And it brings me to a climax almost immediately.

"Frieda, you beautiful black cunt, I'm gonna shoot my wad in your face, baby…" He was shouting in the air watching his fingers moving in and out of my cunt. He trembled and then froze and shoved his hips into the air. His cock ripped the back of my throat and suddenly I felt the jolt in his asshole, the swelling of his balls, and then the terrible burst of fire in my mouth. I sucked hard, and my mouth was filled with spurt after spurt of milky liquid, and I swallowed it and let some dribble down my chin and cheeks. And inside me I was at the peak of my climax and down between my legs I let loose with a gush of pussy juice that poured all over Honky's big black hand.