Dear Diary E-Book

Zoe Jasmine

• Herausgeber: Night Hauler Publishers
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

There is a fairly amusing aftermath to this particular case. Rusty succeeded in arousing such frenzy in his masters with his oral activities that they resorted to many unusual poses to attain greater gratification. Sometimes, they slipped far enough to have ordinary man-woman intercourse as the interested animal sniffed at the gyrating pair. On her fortieth birthday, Jan found herself pregnant! After all the years of frustration in having another baby, they finally attained their goal long after they were ready for it! Jan delivered a normal eight pound baby boy to the amazement of all her friends. But in her own words: "Better late than never!"

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Dear Diary

“His love tool was so giant”

ZOE JASMINE

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Introduction

It is only in the recent few years that the world has openly welcomed sex studies that frankly break the sincere acts of man when caught up in the mighty thrust of the viva sexual ram.

Authorities have pointed out that there is no line# human body which has not, is not, or will not be utilized by someone for intersexual satisfaction. Likely one of the most disputable combinations is a relatively candid and apparent one: mouth to genital contacts between persons of the similar assorted sex.

Looking at it in a purely impersonal demeanour, what could be more natural, one would consider, than for an erogenous zone equivalent to the mouth, lips and tongue to be utilised to arouse other erogenous areas, the male phallus or the feminine vulva? Also, while the birds and the bees may not do it, numerous lower mammals, unrestricted by social assembly, quite freely apply viva stimulations among their native intersexual techniques.

The alarming Krafft-Ebing, for instance, was sternly moralistic in his nonetheless monumental sex contemplation, Psychopathia Sexualis when he wrote: "These horrible sexual acts seem to be sworn exclusive by sensual persons who have become satiated or ineffective from extravagant gratification in a inborn way."

In the primary, society's response to "crazy" sex impulses was to act they didn't exist. Or, if exposed, to react in yet another manner: "-Perhaps if we don't say anything about it, or don't recognize it, perhaps it will go away." It won't. Not only does resistance to the presence of unwanted facts lower man's own estimate of his kind, but it further encourages even harsher actions in the future. It even goes further. If we refuse to recognize simple truth in sex, how then, can we seek truth in other aspects of life?

Oral love has been a motivating force in the sexual life of man since time began.

Animals have no qualms about it. It is part and parcel of all their sex actions. Only man has hesitancy in acknowledging the role this vital impulse plays in his life. This reluctance to accept a continuing sexual action is best expressed in the various terms used to designate the performance itself: "Cocksucker," "Cunt Lapper," are the two most general terms to ridicule acts of fellatio and cunnilingus. Among those who are not quite so vitrioloc about the impulse, more humorous forms of expression are found: "Box Lunch at the Y," "Clean Out the Kitchen," "Gobble the Goop," "Pearl

Diver," "Yodel in the Canyon," "Sword Swallower," and "Pricknic Ream" are but a few.

Chapter I

It should be obvious to anyone who has ever watched an extremely young child that one of the first uses of his mouth is the examination of the world around him. In addition to seeking out and touching objects, he also places objects in his mouth to taste them and to suck on them. Some authorities relate this to a desire for nourishment, while many others believe the sucking response is an end in itself, apart from any need for gratification of the hunger urge.

One mother who consulted a doctor for help reported with obvious horror her discovery of her six month old twin boys, whom she had left naked and asleep in their crib one hot summer night, lying in a close sixty-nine position, eyes still closed, drowsily but enthusiastically sucking on each other's penis!

It was obviously a coincidental juxtaposition of their bodies which had caused them to react in their usual manner-which involved an exploration of the immediate area with their mouths. The mother's borrow was augmented by the fact that the boy's organs were standing up erected like tiny pointing lingers and she immediately feared (presumptuously and illogically) that both her sons had been born homosexual.

It is, of course, easier for children to carry their oral explorations on if at least one member to the accidental act is a boy. Even so, the accidental aspect of any such situation precludes it from occurring very frequently. More often than not, whenever an extremely young child is involved in an act of oral sex, he or she is promoted into the act by someone who is older.

An unfortunate instance of this came to light in a psychiatrist's files on a thirty-five year old man who contacted the doctor in an effort to cure a habit which involved an incestuous form of oral sex.

The subject was obviously suffering from a severe guilt complex as a result of his compulsive behavior, and seemed almost eager at times to tell of his sins.

Before getting married," he said, "I never did have much of a sex life. Oh, I dated a few girls in high school, but I was much too shy to do anything with them. A lot of times I never even got a good night kiss. In college I used to listen to the guys tell about their conquests, and I felt very envious of them because I was still a virgin.

There was this one girl in college who was a real dog, but the fellows all said she put out if you were real desperate. Well, by that time I was real desperate, all right, so I asked for a date, and she said okay. I figured I could park in some dark spot, so I wouldn't have to look at her. At least it would be better than masturbating, I thought, and I wouldn't have to feel so damned immature for still being a virgin at twenty-one.

So we went out. I took her to an art movie way over on the other side of town so no one would see us together, then to a dark bar for a couple of drinks where I could bolster my courage with some booze before embarking on my great adventure.

I guess I was pretty nervous before the bar closed. I guess I was pretty nervous about the whole thing, and I even thought about chucking the entire idea and taking her home. Then I realized it was now or never, so I drove as fast as I could up to a lovers' lane I knew about, where it was dark and you could see the lights of the city way down below. I cut the motor and lights, turned on the radio for some soft, romantic music, and reached out for her.

I guess she'd been through the routine before, because she wasn't bashful. She didn't stop me when I unbuttoned her blouse and put my hand in, working the fingers under the bra to feel her tits. She had pretty good-sized boobies, all right, and I could feel the tip harden up against my palm. That wasn't all that was hardening, either. My prick was standing up firm and straight against my pants, and the idea that finally I was going to get laid didn't do me any harm in that department either.

But when I reached down under her skirt, she stopped me by gripping my wrist with her hand. I figured she was just teasing, so I kept on, but the harder I tried to get my hand up between her legs, the more she fought me off. I asked her what in hell was the matter, and she said that she was sorry but she couldn't. She hadn't wanted to tell me when I'd asked her for a date, because she thought I wouldn't want to take her out.

She was in the middle of her period!

I was getting pretty frustrated by that time. I guessed Fate really had it in for me. My first real chance to get a piece of ass, and she has to have her period. It was probably why none of the other guys were dating her that weekend. I even wondered if maybe some of them had sort of conned me into dating her, as a practical joke, knowing this would happen.

I muttered a few pretty choice curses and reached for the ignition key to get the hell out of here, but her hand stopped me. Her hand stopped me by moving down on my thigh, and palm spread, and then gliding over to the front of my pants, which was bulging out. She patted and stroked me down there, and she said that she didn't mean for me to get hung up, that she'd take care of me. She smiled in the darkness of the car, and I could see her teeth flash. Without any hesitation, she unzipped the front of my trousers, reached in and untangled my stiff dick from the underwear.

I'd never had a girl hold me down there and I had to admit that the touch was pretty exciting, much more so than when I did it myself. I thought she was going to jerk me off, but she had something else in mind.

She licked her lips and said that I looked good enough to eat. Then, before I realized what was happening, she bent her head into my lap and with one hand firmly holding my dick, she started kissing and licking the top of it. At first I could hardly believe what was happening. But in a moment the pleasure was so intense I believed it all right. Her mouth went all around the top of my dick, with that tongue of hers snaking in and out to just lightly touch the very top, and I could feel her teeth nipping now and then at the flesh.

I swear I nearly went right through the roof. And then her whole mouth opened wide and moved down as though she wanted to swallow the whole thing at once. Then she moved her head back up, with the lips tightly gripping the shaft of my throbbing dick all the way. All I could see was the top of her head moving up and down, up and down, but I could feel everything she was doing down there-which was plenty.

When I could feel myself coming, I took hold of her head and held it down over me, while I lifted up my hips to force my dick farther up into her mouth. She struggled and tried to make some sounds to tell me to let go of her. I guess she didn't want to have my orgasm in her mouth, but I was so worked up I didn't want her to get away. I just grabbed her hair, held onto it, and kept pumping my dick up and down in her mouth until I came.

Wow, that was an experience. I'd never had an orgasm so great, and I was pretty sure that even straight screwing wouldn't be that great.

After I took her home, I ran into a couple of guys who asked me what happened. I played it casual and shrugged and said that she'd sucked me off, what else? They were pretty envious, you can bet.

"After that, I had a few more dates with the girl. I even laid her in the back seat of the car one night. But it was uncomfortable back there, and I couldn't seem to arrange myself right, and-well, to tell the truth, it wasn't as much fun as I'd expected.

When I was finished with college, I got this job with the engineering firm. I had a few dates with some of the girls in the office, but most of them working there seemed to be married or wanted to introduce me to their old maid sisters or cousins. And the ones I did go out with, even if they'd let me pet them or screw them, didn't go for the oral bit. Once I had one of them over at my apartment and we were on the bed naked and fooling around, and I wiggled around and thrust my stiff dick into her face.

She got a funny look on her face and asked me what the hell I was doing. I told her I wanted her to kiss it, to suck on it, and to put it in her mouth and chew on it. Instead of doing any of that, she slapped my face, called me a god-damned pervert for wanting her to do a dirty thing like that-and she got up, put on her clothes, and never dated me again. It didn't matter so much about that, because I never really liked her very much, but I hated to lose a good piece of ass.

I met my wife Rosy through some mutual friends. She was shy, like me, a couple of years younger than my thirty-four, and had never married either. We got along pretty well right from the start. She was quiet, like me, and not very demanding. We had sex-you know, the regular kind-a few times, after which she'd always sniffle and tell me how much she loved me. I began to think of getting married and settling down. I'd read marriage manuals that told that oral sex was perfectly normal, so I figured instead of pushing my luck before we got hitched, I'd wait until afterward and that it would be a natural thing for her to do to me. Besides, I was pretty bashful around her, and afraid that if I brought up a subject like that, she might get embarrassed and not do anything at all.

Anyway, we got married-but the oral sex didn't just naturally come about as I expected it to do. After awhile, I finally got around to asking her to do it to me-and she refused. She said that was where I urinated, and she wasn't going to put her mouth on that, that she'd get germs, and that I was a beast to even mention it to her.

I showed her the marriage manuals, but it didn't do any good. She said it might be okay for some people, but not her.

So I had to be satisfied with doing it the regular way. But I kept remembering how good it had been when a girl went down on me, when her tongue reached out and licked' the top of my cock and along the side; when her lips nibbled all up and down the side; and when her mouth took all of me and I shot off big and strong.

Our sex life really wasn't so hot. We kept arguing all the time, not over sex particularly, but over the slightest thing. I never even bothered to mention the oral thing, because I knew that would really start off a whopping big argument. A couple of times when Rosy' was asleep in bed with me, her mouth was open in a snore, and

I wondered what would happen if I just eased up there with my dick in. my hand and stuffed it into her mouth. Maybe I could sit on her chest, with my knees on her shoulders to hold her down, so she'd have to suck on It whether she wanted to or not. I always got hard just thinking about it, but I never attempted it because I knew there'd be hell to pay afterward.

Then Rosy got pregnant with our little girl, Liz. After the child was born, we couldn't have any sex for awhile, until the stitches healed up, so I decided to go to a call girl.

It was a number one of the guys in the engineering department gave me, and he said she was a real doll who would do anything and everything. I think it was that last statement that started me reminiscing about the good things in life I'd been missing.

So I called her up and made an appointment and went over for a visit. She was quite pretty, with a good figure. She asked me if I wanted anything special, and I asked her what she did. It was my first time with a pro, and I was a little bit nervous. She had a nice apartment, and we sat and had a couple of drinks, while she ran down the list of things she did. You can imagine what particular thing I picked out, I guess. I wanted to have that gorgeous red-lipped mouth kiss me all over my dick and to open up and take me inside. Which is exactly what happened. I almost went out of my mind, it was so great. I'd nearly forgotten how good it was that way; and I decided I'd go to a pro at least once a week to have it done to me.

It was a good plan, except with a new baby our bills were mounting up. Then Rosy had some female complications afterward, which cost some more money. I just couldn't afford to go, or if I did, I felt guilty. What I resented most was that I either had to go without or had to pay for it, when I had a wife who was supposed to do it to me.

I was frustrated, annoyed, and angry with her. I certainly hoped our little girl Liz wouldn't grow up to be so selfish and narrow-minded. It was about Liz that I got this idea, you see. She was seven months old when I thought of it. It happened while

Rosy was out someplace or other and I was babysitting at home. Liz was crying, for her bottle, I guess, and I had it heating while I went in to look at her in the crib. She was a cute kid, all right. When I looked at her, she stopped crying and started making sucking motions with her lips.

I remember laughing and thinking how nice it would be if I could teach her mother to make motions like that-but not with a bottle nipple in her mouth. And that's when I got this crazy idea. If the mother wouldn't give me a little harmless pleasure, why not the daughter? I guess I must've talked myself into and out of it a half dozen times. Then I figured, what the hell, what would be the harm of it. Liz was too young to know what was happening. She wouldn't remember anything that I did to her, and she was sure as hell too young to tell anybody about it. The idea of having a young innocent sucking on me was pretty exciting, but I didn't feel quite right about it just the same, even though I knew there wasn't really anything bad that could come of it. After all, she was my daughter, and I remembered from some college courses that in some cultures around the world a father was expected to have sexual relations with his daughter.

It was certainly better, I rationalized, than either of us going to strangers.

Like I said before, just the idea of someone sucking my prick gets me very excited and by the time I'd made up my mind about Liz I had a good stiff one, which made me all the more determined. I knew that Rosy wouldn't be back home for another hour, so I had plenty of time.

So I took the kid out of her crib and put her on our bed where there'd be more room.

She kept crying and making those sucking motions with her mouth and reaching out to get the bottle from me. I realized it was time to strike while the dick was hot, so I unzipped, took .it out and got on the bed, leaning over her, so it dangled right over her face.

Maybe she thought it was a new kind of bottle or more likely a teething toy, because she reached out and grabbed the flesh with both hands and pulled it down to her mouth. She could only get the tip of it in her mouth, but she was filled with enthusiasm and kept moving her lips in that familiar suction movement. It wasn't only that she was sucking on it, but I think it was also that here I was doing something I'd never heard anybody doing before having a baby do it to me-and I guess that made me all the more excited. I nearly had an orgasm right then and there.

But I backed off instead and rested a moment. Liz started yelling for her new-found toy again. I guess she was enjoying what she was doing, and I knew sure as hell I was. You know that old saying about a stiff dick not having any conscience. Well, right then and there I wasn't worrying about whether this was right or wrong. I only knew it felt good and I was going to do it again.

So I moved right back into position again, with the same results. Except this time, I didn't back off. I stayed right in there, except just as I came, I turned my dick so it wouldn't spurt into her mouth. I guess it must have scared her, because she started crying even more. I got nervous then, because I figured with the kind of luck I had,

Rosy would be outside parking the car at that instant and hear the kid yelling and come rushing in to find my stuff all over Liz's face. I got out some Kleenex and wiped her up so well I was sure my wife wouldn't suspect anything had happened.

Rosy didn't. I was giving Liz a bottle when she came home. I knew that it had been fun and I'd gotten away with it completely. I felt guilty and ashamed about it, even though I tried to convince myself that there was no reason to be concerned over a little simple fun that wouldn't do any harm to anybody. After all, I reasoned, the only reason I did it, is because Rosy wouldn't do it to me, like she was supposed to.

Besides, I told myself, it was just an experiment, and I didn't have to do it again." At this point, the subject smiled wanly and said, "At least, I thought I didn't have to do it again.

But I kept thinking about how great it was. And there it was, ready, willing and available to me. It was sure better than going to a prostitute. This, at least, was keeping it in the family.

Anyway, I couldn't resist doing it again, one time when my wife was out shopping. It was funny, the way I'd gotten to suggesting she-my wife, that is-get out more often.

You know, go out to a movie or shopping or to the beauty parlor while I stayed home and babysat. Rosy was actually pleased that I was taking such an interest in our child. Of course I didn't tell her what kind of an interest I was taking, though I came close by saying that Liz and I had a lot of fun together.

I suppose it was inevitable that I should get discovered. One afternoon, Rosy came home earlier than expected, while I was so busy letting Liz nibble on my dick I didn't hear her. It wasn't until I heard a shocked gasp from the bedroom doorway that I realized the child and I weren't alone. I looked up and was as startled as she was. I was pretty close to having an orgasm, and the sight of Rosy standing there with a shocked, white face made me lose all control and let go.

I spurted right into Liz's mouth this time, and she started choking and gagging. Rosy came rushing up to take care of her while I backed away, zipping up my pants and wondering how in hell} was going to explain this away. There was obviously no way I could. Rosy came at me with venom in her eyes. She said I was a filthy, perverted animal, doing something like that to an innocent child, and, I should be locked up in prison or an insane asylum.