Chapter 2: A New Lust for Life
Carol even said there was a group called Daughters of Priapis that considered the penis the center of their desire. They were mostly older women (divorced or widowed), and wealthy. They would meet monthly in the LA area, and have sex with younger men (who usually remained naked for the evening, but were often models or strippers- and paid very well for a night of pleasure). Carol said she never attended a "meeting", but knew a couple of the ladies. To them, sperm was a nectar of the gods. We laughed, and said perhaps when we were old and gray, we would join. I thought to myself, wow, one blowjob and now I am thinking of myself as a cock hungry woman. Strangely, however, I felt no guilt about feeling this way. Perhaps if I got it out of my system, I could return to Indiana as the same woman I was.
I asked Carol if she thought that it was sick to enjoy sucking a cock, and swallowing sperm- and loving it. Carol answered that it was no less sick to her than any sexual act between willing partners. She said in junior high that French kissing was gross to her, but then she loved it. In college, oral sex was gross, and now it is her favorite way to enjoy sex. She said she is a very oral person, as I probably am, and as a woman, she has always been fascinated by a man's penis. She believed sucking a cock was as natural for a woman as an infant suckling it's mother's breast. In her swinging years, she met a number of women who shared her love of cocksucking. Carol believes most women would develop the same passion, but society makes everyone think sucking a penis is nasty, depraved, and dirty.
She told me that a few years back, she and 2 other married women would frequent bars in Westwood, where UCLA is located, and end up sucking off college boys in the car, or even in their dorm room once or twice. I will never forget her words: "Young men have much more sperm, and they can shoot a street light out from the force!" She added that most drank too much beer, however, and it made for a slightly bitter taste. Still, she had early stages of arthritis in her shoulder that disappeared after she started her "man protein" diet, and even stopped taking medication for it. "Those balls make a miracle drug!" I still wasn't so sure about that, but it made me feel less "perverted" for what had become a growing obsession for me.
Carol and I then went shopping, as Saturday night we were going to a real Hollywood party. I bought a new dress that was very revealing. It was a short, white sleeveless cocktail dress that hugged my "womanly" curves (ok, I am not 21 anymore, and the "womanly" part was from the last 5 pounds that just won't come off), and had a turtle neck. I found that turtle necks always highlighted my best feature: my face and long neck. I also bought some sensual white high heels. There would be no way I could ever wear this back home, but it seemed perfect for Hollywood. It would probably be my first and last party in "Tinseltown", and I wanted it to be perfect. I hoped to see some celebrities! Carol always roared when I said this, and said I was such a redneck hick. I told her I was certainly less a hick than I was a week before. She then said she had an idea....
Carol's idea would "cure" me of another "taboo" that I had lived with all my life. I was both afraid and excited after she told me. Carol said she would like to "introduce" me to one of Mike's friends (Andrew), who would be at the party. He was tall, handsome, built, and single. He was also a former college running back at San Jose State, in his late twenties, and starting to make his way into the motion picture industry (mostly soaps). He was also black!
I told her I would think about it, but felt like a nervous knock-kneed college girl again. I grew up in a blue collar Catholic family that was somewhat racist, but I found black men to be very attractive. I admit, I was a little scared by this idea. But what harm could just talking do? I still was not sure about this, but a couple of days before now, I never gave a blowjob, and now I was hooked. Could this be another new experience, or an opportunity lost? This was turning out to be a great vacation, in any case!
Mike came home before we returned from shopping, and was lifting weights in their exercise room off the pool deck. He wore only tennis shorts, and his body glistened with sweat. He had an empty bottle of pineapple juice next to him, and I remembered Carol's comment the other night. Carol whispered to put our suits on, and swim in the pool. When we jumped in, he heard us, and yelled he would be out in a minute. My heart was racing!
After a quick shower, Mike jumped in the water. Much to my disappointment, he has a swimsuit on. Seeing this, Carol told him that after last nights activities, he need not wear anything anymore for my sake. She emphasized this by diving under the water, and pulling his suit off. Laughing, she threw it in the bushes. I saw his glorious penis floating around in the water, and wondered what would happen next.
We actually swam a while, and Carol dove underneath the water a few times and put his penis in her mouth for a few quick sucks. She told me it was my turn, and I dove down to have a few quick sucks of my own. It was weird, the cold water shrunk his penis, but it was still bigger than my hubby when he had a hard on. I admit, this is not the best way to enjoy a man, but it started to get me ready for what came next. Carol pushed Mike on the edge of the pool, and called me over. She started sucking on him, as I approached. She then removed his cock with a pop, and offered it to me. I moved in between his open legs, and greedily eyed the erect cock.
