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Eating pussy is a natural, just like breathing. Anyone who loves it as much as I do knows this. Even though I’ve never eaten any.

WAYNE

You are the only person in the world that I will tell my secret thoughts to. I thought I was the only person that had fantasies about sex. I’m sixty-one years old and my wife is fifty-one. We were both brought up with the old rule, sex is taboo.

I have performed oral sex with my wife one time and she loved it. But my wife don’t turn me on anymore since she bought twin beds. She just don’t appeal to me anymore. We both go down to the mall and sit on a bench and watch the beautiful people go by. She watches the men and I watch the women and lust. I know this sounds strange to you coming from a man who lives on the southern tip of Alabama, talking about Black People. But Honey, you will never know how these black women down here turn me on. With the new hairdo and pretty clothes, they are beautiful. Sometimes I sneak off downtown (Mobile) and watch those beautiful black asses in slacks and bare midriffs and nearly go crazy.

I have this daydream about being in a motel naked in bed and this Big Black woman comes out of the shower and gets on top of me and we fuck all night. She lets me eat her to my heart’s desire. Another one is where the woman is sitting at the dining table, the long tablecloth reaching to the floor and the man under the table is me, eating the woman’s crotch.

I’ve never written to anyone like this before. I hope you will let me know if you think I’m losing my mind at my age. Give these old fogies hell, sugar.

It would be simpleminded to classify Ben’s fantasy (above) of eating white women, and Wayne’s yearnings for a black woman, as racist. Sexual fantasies deal in extremes; a Nancy Friday

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woman of the opposite color can easily be seen as the height of eroticism.

Notions of sex between black and white people are sprinkled throughout this book, like salt and pepper – erotic spice for the mind. The fact that one man is in prison and the other is married to a woman no longer interested in sex heightens their need for fantasy. As long as you have to do without, why not dream up something really special? A man starving on a desert island doesn’t think of boiled eggs; he imagines lobster mayonnaise, whole sides of beef, gourmet meals.

Compared with straightforward fucking, going down on a partner is a wonderful extra, the cherry on top of the whipped cream. What strikes me most about the abundance and gusto of male fantasies is how cunnilingus is used as a quickly understood symbol for desiring the most intense pleasure possible. The desire for transcendence is in us all.

OLIVER

My fantasy involves eating out a very fat girl. Not infrequently I’ve been asked during sex to eat out my partner (cunnilingus). So far, I’ve come pretty close and then chickened out. Now, I’d love it. Here is the fantasy: This really obese girl and I are naked in the shower. She loves to have her cunt eaten, by the way. First she douches herself, and then I give her a soapy fucking. This leaves her genitals sweet and clean. Then we hit the bed. (I should mention here that the idea of a girl climaxing in my mouth drives me wild!) I begin rubbing my chin and face into her enormous, wet, hot crotch; and she loves this. She pulls my head with her hands firmly into that juicy vulva and humps my face, slowly at first and gradually picking up the pace. Her fat pelvis is starting to swallow me! It feels great. Deeper and deeper I go. Her cunt is dripping wet and tastes delicious. I shove my finger up her asshole causing her vagina to contract in mild spasms. This massages my tongue and mouth, while I Men In Love

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suck and lick her. (Hope I’m not getting too grotesque here.) That swollen twat and my stretched open jaws fit like a hand and glove. My tongue fully extends up her vagina and is deep in her awesome belly. Soon she is writhing in climax and I gulp mouthful after mouthful of that luscious fluid. Her cunt quivers slightly as I lick her out repeatedly and she is completely spent. What bliss. I lay my face on her pubic mound and tenderly kiss her cunt. It’s one of those long, wet kisses as if I were kissing her mouth. She is spent and we rest. With my head on her vulva and her fat legs cradling me, we fall asleep for the evening. (The fantasy takes place just before bedtime, incidentally.)

In case you are interested in my age, I am twenty-two.

STEVE

I have been happily married for twenty years to a fine woman three years my senior. I am certain there is very little we haven’t tried other than group sex and the torture, humiliation bit. As is natural, our sex life has slowed now to an average of three times a week (sometimes four). However these sex sessions are not dull routine as we still really dig each other. Her most dazzling and earthshaking orgasms result from my going down on her. Her whole pelvic area convulsed and shook at those times and she would cry out and drench the sheets with her lubricant and perspiration. Once she cried out that she thought she was going to die from the experience. After that, she was reluctant to allow me to eat her because she sincerely thought she might have a stroke or heart attack. So, as the years went by we indulged less and less in my eating her and she progressed more and more into sucking me. I have a point in describing this sequence in our life as I believe it explains (at least to me) the extremely erotic fantasies I now have regarding oral sex. The following is my great one:

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I am in a large darkened room and there are dozens of succulent and sex starved females lying with their legs spread –

exposing their round little bottoms and tantalizing patches of hair of many shapes and hues. Just as varied are the provoking little lips which protrude through the various bushes just waiting – waiting for something that they know is coming –

my lips, my tongue, my gentle, nibbling teeth. Also within this endless circle of quivering bodies I see something else that drives me up the wall in anticipation – clean shaven mounds with stark, beautiful features – features not unlike a young maiden before growing pubic hair – pussies that I try to engulf completely in my mad passion.

Gently and tenderly I touch, trying not to hurry, caressing each in turn long enough for them to start getting aroused and restless with desire. As I progress from one to another, they let me know there is no end to the things they want me to do to them. They plead and moan and cry – none wants me to leave them but I must try to please them all. I can feel that they are getting delirious in their passion – their fingers are straying to their moist little cunts and are doing all manner of rubbing, stroking, stretching and pulling of the whole area around their pussies. As I have only one mouth and tongue, I must help them along, so my hands and fingers go to work on wet pussies – in and out, around, up and down and sideways with an intentional slipping of a wet finger into their little puckered rear end holes. This drives one beauty so gloriously crazy that she grabs my head and pulls my face hard against her crotch crying, “Eat me, eat me, lick me, I’m gonna come

– oh . . .” and her voice trails off as her body shakes and I can feel the muscles contract and relax many times on my finger up her ass.

Now all of my hot little bitches are screaming for my tongue, lips and fingers and I love it! I am circling the clit of a precious redhead on my left while I lick my favorite shaved slit like a huge dog and the blond doll on my right is squirming with my fingers massaging her little valley and suddenly Men In Love

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all three come at the same time and singing the same song! It is wonderful!

The whole room is reeking with sex and the beautiful smell of hot females. All of my little horny dolls have somewhat the same characteristic aroma but I delight in tasting and smelling little differences in each. By now those who haven’t come are practically over the edge with their frantic fingering so I must work like a dog literally – licking the full length of their pussies, slipping my tongue in and out, around the clit, up and down, around and in, and suddenly that gasp and delighted moan of pleasure tells me what I did for her. I seem to know each one’s desires because there are those who are so sensitive I must pull away quickly, others want me to linger ever so gently on their pulsing cunt but not move, others want me to lick up and down gently and there are those who want my tongue to slip up their little asses. I even have a few who must let go with a stream of pee and I do not care if they do as I love anything that they do.

At long last they are all completely satisfied and as I pass along from one to another I see in their eyes an expression of soul gratitude and admiration for what I have done for them.

Arms are outstretched to me and I must hold them for a moment as their quivering bodies and moaning lips subside. End of fantasy.

In my great fantasy I do not fuck my girls. My analysis of my own fantasy is that since I get plenty of fucking in my life-style but am somewhat starved in eating my wife’s pussy, I compensate for this lack by fantasy (daydream). I have also read so much material about women stating and complaining that men never want to go down on them either from ignorance or that they (men) find the female smell objectionable. I love and adore that smell to the extent that if my wife is horny and wants to trick me into the bedroom, all she has to do is run her finger through the lips of her pussy and put it under my nose. So, it is this failing in men that my fantasy tries to compensate.

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By the way it probably would be of interest to add that I am sixty years old.

EDDIE

I am a male between fifty and sixty years old and since I can remember, I have jacked off thinking about some erotic woman or instance. When I was a child my sisters played doctor with me and they always examined my cock and balls.

I used to jack off while thinking about feeling my mother’s cunt and titties. She helped my fantasies by being lovable and adorable as all mothers are. I am married and have sired a number of children.

I wish I could be provided with enough sex so I would not have to jack off. Every morning I have an enormous erection and am ready for sucking, fucking, and eating and loving a cunt. I love cunt and most of all I love to eat cunt. There is no other sweet taste and smell as the aroma of a clean cunt. I love to put my cock in my wife’s hot cunt and then have it sucked off while I put my tongue into the cunt that enclosed the cock. I jack off at least three or four times a week while thinking of my wife sucking my asshole. She hasn’t done this yet, but I am hoping. I would love to see her in bed with another woman sucking each other off. I get her to jack off once in a while and always try to arrange it so that I can watch without her knowing it. This gives me a hard cock and tongue. I enjoy sixty-nining but like it better when she and I suck each other for awhile and then stop to kiss and tongue each other’s mouths. I would love to have her suck my cock and take the load, then come up and kiss my mouth which is full of pussy juice. This I call uninhibited love. I wish there was some way I could persuade her into my sexual world of fantasies and do them all filled with love and tenderness. I love her, her cunt, her ass, her mouth, her tits, her armpits and everything about her. If she would love me the same way Men In Love

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in return, my sex life would be fulfilled and I would never look at another woman.

Every day of my life I yearn for my wife to do me like I do her. I fantasize her being a willing partner. Are there any other men like me? Women if your husband shows love like I have described, please for heaven’s sake return his love ardently and do to him whatever he does to you. You’ll never lose a husband if you comply and yours and his life will be complete.

My earlier books on women’s sexuality were filled with rapturous fantasies (from both lesbian women and straight) of one women going down on another. This book makes it obvious men love Cunnilingus too. Fellatio seems to be more of an acquired taste. Many men regret that so few women acquire it.

Perhaps there is an undying, unconscious memory of the pleasure baby boys and girls once found in a woman’s body that accounts for this universal and almost guilt-free desire.

There is something about the female shape, muscle tone, skin sensation, odor, and feel that speaks to the primitive memories of both sexes. It is also relevant, I think, to remember that some of the first pleasures we found in mother’s body were taken through the mouth.

Oliver (above) says, “Her fat pelvis [which he is eating] is starting to swallow
me.”
Ideas associated with the most im-pressionable time of life are being played with; the association with the mother of infancy could not be clearer. Other men tell of being taken in, pulled in, by the woman.

Right along with these regained joys of infancy, equal and opposite grown-up pleasure of power and control arise. For a man who has never seen his wife “out of control,” how thrilling it must be to see her lose her inhibitions and become abandoned, an animal, just like him. Cunnilingus gives him this power. Ideas like these appeal to men like Steve (above), who say they like cunnilingus not only for the satisfaction it Nancy Friday

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gives them, but even more for their pleasure in seeing the woman reach orgasm.

A man may have chosen his wife because she was a nice girl, like mom; but the almost never-fail magic of oral sex cracks through this unerotic facade and reveals his wife to be the sexy bad girl he has dreamed of all along. Steve says his wife’s orgasms were so intense when he went down on her that she cried out that she was going to die from the experience.

The thrill of oral sex for men is that it resolves the masculine conflict, fusing both the good girl and the bad girl into one figure. And she is in bed with him!

A further idea grows out of Mrs. Steve’s taboo on oral sex after her one intense experience; never again, she said, because it might cause her a stroke or heart attack. The reader may feel this is largely a rationalization; the ancient taboo that nice girls don’t do it is at work once again. The question to be asked is this: Why would a woman reclothe herself in this anti-sexual role once she has tasted the pleasures of breaking it? What does she gain? I’m afraid the best answer I can give is that this is another form of power.