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Chapter 4

His Tongue was a Teenage Legend

"It began, I guess, when Joey first kissed me. He pulled me close and his big beard grazed my chin. Then he clamped his lips down hard on mine and a moment later pried my mouth open with his tongue.

"Other guys had kissed me that way, but they didn't have a tongue like Joey's. I don't know how to explain it, but that kiss was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to me. His tongue slithered into my mouth in a way that gave me strange, new sensations. Even then I could imagine him lapping at my cunt. I didn't dare hope for that sort of thing. I knew that many guys didn't go in for it, and I preferred not to think about what I'd have to do in return.

"I melted against him as we kissed, his tongue reached deeper and deeper into my mouth. I thought it would be the usual routine; a hand in my blouse, another hand up my skirt, off with the clothes and hump, hump, hump. Honest, it's a drag. I never got anything out of it, but these days all the guys expect it and call you names if you don't. Word gets around, and you have to give in or else you'd be a social failure. The other girls talk as though they like it more than I do, but sometimes I wonder. I think they're just bragging, just trying to impress each other. Only the kind of thing Joey did to me-that I believe Joey knew how to drive a girl wild.

"But that first night he just kissed me good-night and that was it, I took a deep breath of the cool night air before opening the door to the house. I couldn't just walk into the living room all trembling the way I was from Joey's kiss.

"The next night it was different. He told me his folks weren't going to be home, and we could drink their booze, eat Swiss chocolates and turn up the four-speaker stereo as loud as we liked. I was dying to see Joey's house, because everybody says it's sumptuous, but more than that, I was dying to see Joey.

"Joey was just about the sexiest guy at school, with long legs, broad shoulders and the tiniest ass you ever saw. The girls were divided into two groups: those who went for his ass, and those who admired his dark eyes and sensitive face. I fluctuated between the two. I guess you'd say I was among the 'popular' girls, but going out with Joey was beyond my wildest hopes until the day he asked me.

"Our second date turned out to be a lot more exciting than our first. When we got to his house, he asked me what I wanted to do. I was overwhelmed by the deep, white carpets and gold-trimmed furniture. I stammered that I didn't know and he suggested we go see his basement hideaway.

"In Joey's own quarters, everything was different. Books, posters, his own hi-fi. I headed for a couch in front of the fireplace and burled up comfortably with my legs under me while Joey picked out some music. I couldn't believe it, being alone with him in a place really his own with no one to disturb us. I usually resented it if guys just wanted to make out instead of taking me someplace, but with Joey it didn't matter. I wanted to make out, too.

"He sat down beside me, his body moving to the beat of the music. Then he put his arm around me and drew my face to his. Our lips met again and my mouth opened automatically as his tongue grazed my lips. Our two tongues swirled together frantically for several seconds, then he plunged his way into my mouth.

"It was like magic. I quivered helplessly, my breasts trembling against his chest. No guy had ever turned me on so much before. I thought he might wonder if there was something wrong with me, reacting so strongly, so fast. I was almost ashamed. But he kept on kissing me, twisting his lips against mine and running his tongue in and out of my mouth.

"Tonight it wasn't going to stop at one kiss. I was sure of that. A kiss was only the beginning. Soon his hand slipped to the lacings on my dress. I'd deliberately worn the most revealing dress I had, one that laces practically to the waist and gives a peek at my tits if you happen to be at the right angle. One thing, though, it's a bitch to get off. I rarely wore it on dates because I was afraid some guy would rip it up trying to get at me. For Joey, though, I wouldn't have minded giving up a dress.

"He pulled and tugged, finally withdrawing his mouth from mine to ask me to undo the dress. I untied the ribbon and proceeded to unlace it, slowly and teasingly. At last my breasts popped out, all round and firm, my nipples erect as though I'd just stepped out of the shower.

"'Take it off, Susie,' he said softly.

"I undid the zipper at the side, then stood up. Even with a zipper and lacings, the dress got tight as I hoisted it to my tits. Joey got up to help me, doing so very gently. I would have tossed it to the floor, but he carefully draped it on the piano bench, then came back and took me in his arms.

"We stood there together, holding each other tightly. I had nothing on now but orange panties that went with my dress and, of course, shoes. These platform sandals did great things to my legs, I knew, but they had straps that made them a bitch to get off, too.

"Next thing I knew, Joey glided the two of us onto the couch. He was on top of me, but just for an instant. He pulled himself upward to a sitting position while I lay flat on my back. He wanted to look at me, and as he did, he ran his hands softly over my belly, up to my breasts and back down again. Very gradually he approached my orange panties and finally slid his fingers under the elastic. His touch wasn't like that of other boys, he was expertly sensuous. Everything he did was calculated to send thrills through me, it seemed. I wondered where he'd learned such technique. Next to him other guys in their teens were clumsy children, I knew that with Joey things would be different for me, but just how different I wasn't sure.

"My breasts heaved with panting as he slowly invaded the area under my panties. His hand cupped over my navel, his fingers reached further and further down until they met the thick forest of pubic hair. I jerked involuntarily, arching my pussy toward his hand. His exploring fingers lingered only a fraction of an inch §way from the tender flesh, already moist from my excitement. Then he actually touched my pussy. I jerked again.

"He smiled down at me. He was pleased that he'd turned me on so fast. If he'd discussed me with any of the guys, he'd have heard that I was slow. Well, for once, I wasn't slow. I was fast and hot and really dying for it. For what? That I didn't know until Joey gave it to me.

"Carefully, using both hands he removed my panties, leaving me naked except for my shoes. He eyed them curiously.

"'Let's leave those on,' he said. 'I like them.' Then he tickled my insole and made me squeal.

"He looked me over, noting my especially hairy cunt. Most girls just have little patches like tiny triangles. On me, hair grows like weeds. When it's summer I have to trim my cunt hair to look decent in a bathing suit, but now it was overgrown and bushy. He patted it gently, then stepped away to get out of his own clothes.

"He was wearing blue jeans; nobody I know wears regular pants. But Joey would look good in anything. I watched him pull his jersey over his head, then unzip his fly. Down came his pants; he wasn't wearing any underwear. There it was, erect and mannish. I'd rarely seen one, since boys usually made love in cars or other places where it was dark.

"He stepped toward my head. His cock was close enough that I could have reached out and touched it, but I was shy. I wanted to, oh, I really wanted to take it between my hands, but something stopped me. I just looked at it.

"Then Joey took a couple of steps and started arranging my legs, one over the back of the couch and the other dangling to the floor. He was in a position to look straight into my cunt, and that's just what he was doing! He took his hands and began working them upwards along my thighs, closer and closer to my cunt until finally his fingertips touched the glistening, moist flesh. He watched what he was doing, his eyes following every movement of his hands. Slowly he parted the lips of my pussy, so that it was gaping open in front of him. I thought he was going to fuck me-a moment I usually dreaded-and I was ready.

"Instead, he bent down his head and touched his lips to the inside of my knees. I didn't dare move. Very gradually, he progressed toward my anxious pussy, kissing and caressing the firm flesh of my legs as he drew nearer and nearer.

"I shook with pleasure. My cunt was now oozing wet, my breath coming in quick little gasps. His lips grazed the sinews of my thighs, then the pubic fuzz. He positioned his face in front of my pussy and the next thing I felt was the rough, granular surface of his tongue against my bulging clitoris.

"'Oh,' I moaned. 'Yes, Joey, yes.'

"I couldn't help trembling at the fantastic sensation of this strange, new intimacy. He lapped at my cunt with expert strokes, and with every one, I seemed to plunge further into pure ecstasy. Nothing had ever felt this way before. This, yes this, was what I'd been waiting for, what I'd craved. And it was driving me beyond any heights of pleasure I'd known until then.

"His long, snakelike tongue swept the crevices of my cunt with a softness I never before felt. I spread my legs wider. Finally, the firm, strong tip of his tongue invaded my gaping cunt briefly only to leave and return to my clit. He alternated between the two sensitive areas-my clitoris and my hole-never letting me get enough of either, making me wish for pressure in one place as he gave it in the other. The anticipation of the next swirl of his tongue left me dizzy and breathless.

"For the longest time, his motions remained slow and tentative as he lifted me higher and higher into new levels of delight. My heart pounded inside my chest and I could feel my cunt swelling and growing hotter. God, it was fantastic!

"Without missing one beat of the slow, sensuous rhythm, he put one hand on my thigh, one finger dangerously close to my ass. I was trembling wildly now. Finally he abandoned the slow motion teasing and really sort of attacked me with his mouth. His teeth touched the soft flesh, but not enough to hurt. He pretended to be gobbling at my cunt as though to devour it. His tongue lapped violently and prodded my cunthole. I opened wider and wider. His moist lips touched my clitoris and then…

"At the time I didn't understand it, for I had no idea coming would be like this. My hips bucked into the air. I desperately ground my cunt into his face and clamped my thighs against his neck. And I yelled. God, did I yell! I just went out of control and flopped around like somebody gone mad. I couldn't believe it.

"The way it felt was beyond words. Nothing in the world was like this first time, this first total release of my body, unless it was the other beautiful times with Joey. I loved it, though, loved the feeling of giving way completely.

"It was a long time before I quieted down. I shook and quaked and sighed. Again and again the sensations came over me like waves… sometimes I thought it was over just as a little twitch would start my trembling again. Little by little, though, the pulsations diminished and my heart stopped thumping loudly.

"I looked at Joey and saw his face was wet from my juices. His beard seemed frosted. A smile broke on his face, a smile of tenderness I'll never forget. He'd loved making it happen for me. I could tell from the way he looked at me just then. And I told him it had never happened before, that he was the first one ever to make me come. Maybe I shouldn't have told him.

"He didn't seem surprised, though. What he did next and what he had me do was something I'd always thought of with fear and dread. I'd heard there were girls who did it, took guys cocks in their mouths and sucked until they came. I didn't think I was capable of such a thing until the moment when Joey brought his cock closer and closer to my face.

"I knew he wanted it. I owed it to him, of course, but that's not what made me do it. Suddenly, I wanted to. I wanted to bring him the kind of pleasure he'd brought me, knowing full well that I'd enjoy it, too.

"I touched his rigid tool hesitantly at first, taking it between my thumb and forefinger and moving the loose skin up and down. I watched him smile contentedly and get down on his knees in front of me. I used just my hands for a few moments before finally bending forward and taking the head of it gently into my mouth.

"I explored the surface with my tongue before trying to take it in further. I wasn't very sure of myself, but I sensed that if you do something slowly and gently, the other person will enjoy it more. After all, this was what Joey had done to me.

"As I held it in my mouth, I realized I was doing this not just for Joey's pleasure, but for my own. It gave me a great feeling of intimacy with him and this, too, was something I craved. I withdrew the firm hold of my lips, then simply kissed it here and there, searching for its most sensitive spot until Joey's moans let me know that I'd found it.

"Again I took it into my mouth, this time more deeply. I couldn't get it all in; there, was too much of it for that. I shoved it back toward my throat, though, until my breath was almost cut off. Then I bobbed my head up and down, sucking ever so gently in a rhythm I was sure he'd like. And as I sucked, I swirled my tongue around the tender ridge.

"We stopped once, so Joey could get up on the couch and lie back passively with me mounted over him. This enabled me to take even more of his cock in, sucking with swifter, more furious strokes, I must have done what he wanted. He didn't tell me what to do or what he liked, he just purred and groaned happily.

"I sucked and sucked, taking it in more deeply each time. I was in a kind of trance as I kept up the steady, sensuous rhythm. When I opened my eyes briefly, everything in my range of vision was slightly blurred and indefinite, I felt dizzy, but I continued tirelessly, up and down, giving Joey the thrills he wanted.

"I wondered if the end would be as violent for him as it had been for me. Surely this was different from other kinds of sex. Incredibly better. I scarcely knew the end was coming.

"Joey's cock suddenly got bigger and harder. I don't know if that happens in fucking or not. If it does, a girl can't feel it. But now I could feel it. I could scarcely keep his prick in my mouth.

"Then there was a jolt of his hips, plunging his cock way back into my mouth for an instant, nearly choking me. I hung on, and a minute later I got my reward. I could feel the surging of his cock as he pumped out his stuff-all warm and salty -into my mouth.

"This was the moment I'd been scared of. Would I be able to swallow it? I didn't right away, because I couldn't swallow with his cock in my mouth. I kept on sucking until I was sure I had every bit of it. Joey collapsed on top of me, totally spent. Then I withdrew my mouth and let the strange tasting liquid go down my throat.

"We clung to each other happily for a long time, all sticky and smelly and feeling so close to each other. Maybe we could have aroused each other again, I don't know. But we were both exhausted because it had been so tremendous. I wondered if it was really unique for Joey, too. He never said so, one way or the other.

"It was only then, after we'd done it, that I decided I loved Joey. I know you don't have to love somebody to feel strong sexual desires. It happens all the time. But Joey was somebody special for the short time he was a part of my life.

"Why did I make such a big deal out of it? Maybe I'm just over emotional. God knows, I'm not deprived of love or material things or other things people want. But you can lead what seems like a normal middle-class life and still get screwed up somehow. Or fall apart when something happens. I knew all along that there was a chance Joey'd leave me. Girls get ditched by guys all the time. I'd have a few little heartaches myself, though I never cared for anybody the way I cared for Joey.

"Anyway, I wasn't prepared for what happened. How could I have been?

"Once we knew we were sexually compatible, we took time to get to know each other. Maybe that's the reverse of the way things used to be, but what's the use of getting involved with someone if you can't really make it together. Before Joey, I didn't know how important that was. I thought it was just something that matters a lot to guys, not to girls. I had no idea how fantastic sex could be.

"For Joey and me, though, sex wasn't the usual kind. Not that we didn't try it that way. Once we managed to go camping together for a whole weekend, having told our parents that a whole crowd was going with chaperons and all. Joey had a tent and a double sleeping bag, but it was on one of our hikes deep into the woods that we stopped to make love.

"We were far from where there could have been any other campers. There wasn't the slightest chance of discovery, so we took off our clothes and romped in the moss under the tall trees. Naturally, we ended up in each other's arms, and eventually, in a sixty-nine position.

"As he lapped at my wide-open cunt, I drove my mouth up and down over his cock. I'd learned to do it well by now, using my hand to take care of what I couldn't get into my mouth. This time, like many times before, we went about it leisurely. Either of us could have come in a few seconds, but we drew it out to last and last for an ecstatically long time. I pumped his cock with slow, deliberate strokes, and each time I heard his breath begin to quicken, I eased the pace. He did the same with me-that is, when he'd given my clitoris so much attention I was on the very brink of exploding into spasms, he'd not only slow down but move his tongue somewhere else. What divine torture!

"We went on this way under the trees. At last, Joey looked up at me and said, 'I'd like to put it in. Know what I mean?'

"'Okay,' I said.

"Funny, the thought scarcely ever crossed my mind. The thought of fucking, that is. We had our own thing, Joey and me, and that was it. I was almost afraid to try something else for fear it wouldn't work and would alienate us somehow. That's how I felt then. Scared. But I didn't want to disappoint him. I'd have never disappointed Joey for anything.

"My fear vanished, though, as I looked at Joey's deep, piercing eyes, then his ripe, virile body. I wanted to take his cock inside me, not so much out of lust as out of desire to be close to him in a new way.

"I lay still and let him position my legs to best advantage. Then he bore down on me. There was something awkward about it. It occurred to me that he was less experienced at this. I put my arms around him reassuringly, then raised my legs over him, entwining them around his ass. My cunt was very wet, but it took a moment or so for him to drive his huge tool into it. I'm not sure why. It was as though he had trouble finding at what angle to push.

"At last we were linked together, the way I'd been with other guys before. Only Joey didn't start to hump me frantically. He stayed perfectly still with his cock deep inside me. Then he began stroking very gently. It was odd, though, big as his cock was, I scarcely felt anything.

"I tried to meet his slow thrusts by lifting my pelvis upward in rhythm with his motions. I found myself trying to grind my clitoris against him, trying to derive some sensation I just wasn't getting.

"I felt close to him, though, I remember that. There was something lovely about this, but really, something was missing physically. I wasn't turned off or disgusted, but I wasn't terribly hot the way I usually was with Joey. I'd been spoiled by the treatment he'd given me.

"Maybe he'd been spoiled, too. Instants later, he kissed me and crawled off.

"'It was nice, wasn't it?' he asked.

"'Yes,' I said. 'Beautiful.'

"So he hadn't intended to finish it, that was all. It was just an experiment. I was infinitely relieved. But I noticed that his prick wasn't hard and erect anymore. It had gone soft. I pretended not to see it, though, as he resumed the familiar position between my raised thighs.

"I'd never wanted his tongue more than at that moment. I had to know that the old magic was still there between us, that this hadn't spoiled it for us forever.

"The first touch of his tongue, though, was enough to bring me back to where I'd been before. I trembled as I felt the rough wetness of its meeting my clit. Gently he licked at the tender, quivering flesh. I loved it. This was what I wanted, this and nothing else.

"I shook frantically as he swept his tongue downward to my gaping hole and back up again to where my clit was bulging and quivering. I spread my legs wide and let my clit really stick out so he could get at it. Briefly he sucked at it, the same way I sucked his cock, but it couldn't stand much of that. It had to be treated so very gently.

"This was it, the thing that drew us together, the craving for what our hot mouths could do. Way back somewhere in my mind it seemed wrong to want it so desperately when we couldn't make it like you're supposed to be able to make it. I was hooked on this and so was Joey. At least we'd found each other and both of us understood. No one else need ever know, I thought.

"Joey's furious lapping at my cunt was driving me wild, there under the trees where we lay. A breeze came up chilling my cunt for a moment, but Joey really closed in, protecting the sensitive skin. The rest of me could get cold now and I wouldn't even feel it. Nothing mattered but my fluttering cunt and the marvelous sensations Joey brought to it.

"I rotated my hips ever so slightly now, caught in a rhythm all my own. I closed my eyes and gave myself completely to the waves of thrilling sensation.

"I wasn't quite coming, not yet, but I was close. I'd reached a level where nothing could bring me back to the everyday world. I had no more brain and no body except my cunt. I was all cunt, open and bulging and trembling. Just one big, hairy cunt.

"For a long time I stayed there at the very edge, waiting to be tossed over into that vast abyss of pleasure; wanting it, yes, but not wanting it too soon. Joey knew that; he knew me better than I knew myself. On and one it went, gentle but frantic, tender but violent.

"Then something seemed to hit me like a bolt of lightning and my scream echoed from the hills around us as the great convulsions of pleasure overtook my helpless body. My cunt pressed hard and hungry against his face and he knew that at this moment I wanted the tip of his tongue reaching into my opening and closing hole. My cunt was a sucking, seething mass.

"No, there was no love, not at a moment like this. It was pure animal desire on my part. I'll have to admit that. There was love before and love after, but in between I turned into a raving maniac, incapable of tender emotions. All I knew then was the power and fury of my cravings as something in me cried, 'More, more,' until at last I couldn't get any more, because for that instant I had it all, all I could possibly want.

"What it was like then for Joey I can only guess. I think there was a matter of masculine pride, but more than that, I think he really enjoyed the animalness of me which only he could bring out. It was a kind of demolishment of the real me for a little while, letting me turn into the creature I am in dreams. There's a sense of power in being able to do that to somebody. I know, because that's what I could do to Joey.

"He wanted it now, too, with the same kind of desperation, the same desire to restore the old magic, to make sure everything was the same. Sometimes he'd stop after doing me, but not this time. He had to have his.

"When I had the strength, I got up over him and took his now hard cock into my hands, rubbing the flesh up and down sensuously. He usually got hard licking me or just knowing that I was going to suck him off.

"He loved the touch of my hands, I knew, but not as much as he loved the feel of my mouth bearing down on his cock. I teased him for a few moments with my hands, knowing that he enjoyed being teased, enjoyed the anticipation of what was sure to happen next.

"At last, I positioned my face over his prick and extended my tongue. I almost touched it, but not quite. It came toward my tongue like a magnet, again and again. Then I let the very tip of my tongue brush against his most sensitive spot just underneath the head. Teasingly, it went on like this, and Joey moaned in the exquisite torture of it all.

"Next, though, I rubbed my tongue up and down the bulging ridge the way I'd rubbed my fingers before. Saliva dribbled from my mouth onto his stately prick. I licked at it for a while. At last, knowing I shouldn't make him wait any longer, I opened my mouth and made a vacuum inside, sucking his thick cock between my lips and on in, way back.

"I held it there for an instant, then began the slow up and down motion so familiar to both of us. I continued at the same pace and rhythm only for a few moments, though, changing it again and again, making him back up in his climb toward orgasm, prolonging his delicious ecstasy. He alternately purred and groaned.

"'Yes, Susie, do it, Susie.' I heard him saying.

"On and on I went. Yes, the old magic was there for him, too. We could experiment all we pleased; we always had our own thing to go back to as long as we had each other.

"Faster and faster I sucked now, keeping up a steady pace for longer intervals before changing. I could go on forever once I let myself get totally caught up in it. I knew what to do without thinking about it. My mouth had become as automatic as my pussy when the final moments drew close. My hand followed my mouth, creating a kind of long tunnel which dragged his huge cock in and out.

"I think it was one of the best times ever for him. He seemed totally out of it. He wasn't aware of me anymore, just aware of his cock, and that I understood. I couldn't see, but I knew his eyes were closed, that he saw and heard nothing.

"I continued now with a sensuous monotony, knowing the end was near. I closed my eyes, too, which somehow enhanced the feel of his hard cock against my lips and my fingers. Then there was the warning signal: the inevitable increase in size and hardness which I never failed to sense. I sucked like mad until I felt him lunge. His rigid member throbbed! for an instant, soon sending its precious juices into my mouth. I sucked and sucked until I had it all.

"I really wanted to talk to him about it afterwards while we lay beautifully entangled in the cool afternoon out-of-doors. But something made me afraid of discussing it. Maybe he felt odd about it, too, that we couldn't fuck and could only do this. Whatever he felt or thought, I never found out. We were close, even though there were a lot of things we couldn't talk about. You don't have to talk about things to be close.

"We didn't try screwing after that one time. Of course, we did lots of things together besides have sex. Joey had everything, a motorcycle, as you know, and the use of his father's plane, a telescope. And he was interested in all sorts of obscure little things like you read at the bottom of columns in newspapers. He was a strange sort of guy. He got along with people and people liked him, but deep down inside, he was a loner. The kind of person who keeps a whole lot of things to himself.

"One of the most fun things we did was go up in his father's plane and put it on automatic pilot once we were away from populated areas. It was a beautiful day, and up there I felt as though nothing existed except Joey and me. I couldn't resist the temptation to unzip the fly of his jeans and pull out his cock. He liked that, but when I let him know I intended to suck it, he protested.

"I went right ahead, awkward as it was, and clamped my face down on his cock. Since I was really leaning to do it, I couldn't get much of a swing into my motions. In no time at all› though, it was rigid and upright. He didn't say anything, letting me go ahead.

"I swished my tongue around exploringly as my lips tugged hard and fast. I knew that if I tried to prolong it, he might get distracted and nothing would happen. So I sucked fast and furiously.

"Once again he begged me to stop, but I didn't listen. He murmured something about 'being dragged from the wreckage.' Those words stuck in my mind, but I kept right on sucking.

"At last he groaned and his cock began to shake in my mouth. He was fighting it, but he couldn't help it. Moments later the liquid-a lot of it-gushed into my mouth. I sucked until I got every bit of it. Just then, I felt the plane lunge.

"He had lost control. It was only later he let me know how serious the trouble had been. He talked about it quite a lot, not the technical details, but the possibility of dying, the fact that we'd been so close to death. He asked if I'd want to die with him and I told him I didn't want to die- period, not for a real long time. I didn't think that kind of talk meant anything until after the accident."

The incidents in this case tend to reflect the profound sense of despair which is felt by an ever-increasing number of young people.

Sue is frank and uninhibited regarding her relations with Joey, revealing a variation of sexual behavior which is more a result of sociological factors than a localized psychological deviation. It is, therefore, pertinent in this case to consider both aspects: that is, the sociological as well as the physical or sexual.

First, we might ask why do so many young people, such as Sue, feel that theirs is the "hopeless generation." Why does a young girl with so much life in front of her and with no particular psychological problem feel that the hero in her culture is one who drops out of it, gives up, or, as in the case of Joey, eventually commits suicide?

Avoiding any sweeping generalizations, and confining ourselves to the subject under examination, one answer to the dilemma posed by this case seems to be found in the widely shared feeling that life, taken as a whole, is meaningless. The popular song "Is That All?" reflects the sentiment which the realities of life never conform to expectations; and, we are, more or less, a society of great expectations.

In her study of American culture previously cited, Margaret Mead looks at some of these problems:

But a society that hitches its wagon to a star, which commits itself to living always with an unattainable ideal, so that the ideals of yesterday once attained, become nothing but most imperfect approximation of the ideals of tomorrow, is also committed to many other things-to styles in prophecy and rebellion, to causalities for whole segments of the population who are sacrificed to a fiction, and casualties to individuals who are betrayed by ideals they were unable to bear or to live with, to the continued onslaught of the impatient Utopian revolutionary and of the nostalgic reactionary, neither of whom can any longer stand the tension.

In probably the greatest reaction in history to this cultural treadmill, the young people have rebelled in thought and style against the old ways and the old goals. They have said, "Forget the ideal. In a world that is rapidly falling apart, the only goal worth having is to live in the present." Therefore, the "hopeless generation" is, perforce, the "now generation"; the "now" of politics, drugs, religion, and sex.

Dr. Mead goes on to describe the "revolutionary" movement in America in terms of the urge to seek alternatives to the dilemma created by an ever-receding and, thus, unattainable future.

… there are those who find intolerable the distance between the wagon lumbering along in the half-frozen ruts of a spring thaw and the star and say: "Enough of this slow pilgrimage that will never end. Let's cut the rope free of the star, free of the endlessly moving and unattainable ideal that is only a fraud, and hitch our rope to some firm-absolutely realizable-past or future point, and then go there fast." There are those who think that one can establish, by fiat or revolution, a Utopia on earth. There are those who say: "Look at the impossible, distance between your wagon and your star. Accept the fact that you can never reach it; cut the rope and be done with it, and let's take life as we find it… You've only one life to live." All these points of view are articulate in American life; each fears the other, each fears the other will coerce the country, and so himself, into a path he does not wish to take.

Other situations in this case also point to the applicability of Dr. Mead's thesis. It is clear from the beginning that Sue and her peers have broken with past conditioning regarding sexual codes (especially relating to petting) which have victimized preceding generations, and continue to distort the psyches of a large segment of American youth. Unlike the case of Carole, Sue regards the complete sexual act as normal (if not boring) and accepted teen behavior. In fact, oral sex to her and Joey breaks up the usual monotony of conventional intercourse. In the light of Dr. Mead's insights into dating and courtship behavior in our society, it is all too evident that this sort of sexual activity represents more of a reaction to past failures in child rearing, rather than a genuine individual freedom.

"That's what they called it, his running the motorcycle over the cliff and into the ocean. An accident! How can they be so dumb? And why is it such a disgrace to kill yourself? I suppose his parents felt guilty and all that.

"My first thought when I got the news was that I was sorry I hadn't been on the back of the bike. I know that sounds weird, but Joey had as much as invited me to die with him and I'd turned down the chance. As I thought about it, Joey became more and more of a hero in my estimation. Of course, all the other kids looked at it that way, too. Joey had done the only logical thing; the rest of us were cowards. We knew it wasn't because he thought his parents didn't love him or because he had personal problems. It was above all that. Nobody with any sense wants to live now. God, look at the world. If you had your choice of worlds, would you pick this one?

"Having been Joey's girl friend made me the high priestess of something-the mystic that was created around Joey's death. It was like being the widow of a hero.

"But it wasn't because Joey had actually done it that I tried to kill myself. It was after an event I've told no one about. I still don't understand it.

"There was this party for Joey on the one-month anniversary of the day he'd done it. The guys who'd considered themselves his friends got together and they invited me. No girls except me.

"There was a fire and the atmosphere was like some strange jungle ritual. Everybody sat around and talked about Joey and how wonderful he'd been. Then they started talking about me and how some of Joey's magic must have rubbed off on me. I refused to really believe that sort of thing, but I was flattered.

"As the evening wore on, things became stranger and stranger. Somebody said something about why didn't they all fuck Joey's chick, that Joey would want them to. I said no, that fucking wasn't what we did and they were all wide-eyed to find out, so I told them.

" ‘The ordinary thing wouldn't do for Joey,' I heard somebody say and there were echoes of agreement all around.

"So they decided they'd all do what Joey did. They'd eat my cunt. I don't really know if all of them did. The whole thing is very vague in my mind. I don't remember thinking that I was doing something wrong or feeling that I shouldn't do this. They made it seem like a kind of tribute to Joey.

"So I lay on the ground as one guy after another approached my naked cunt and lapped it. Some were doing it for the first time in their lives, I was sure. Some didn't really want to, but there was no way of getting out of it. I just lay there and closed my eyes, not seeing whose tongue it was. I just thought of Joey and when the laps of a tongue hit the right places I'd twitch and come a little. Every now and then I'd be close to really erupting into fantastic spasms the way Joey made me do, but it didn't happen. Instead, it was just one small spasm after another as all those guys came to me with their worshipful tongues.

"It was decided that I'd have to suck one cock and among them they chose the lucky guy who'd be Joey's representative. I closed my eyes and pretended the cock was Joey's, and it's amazing how much like his it really was. I teased and licked then sucked and worked the skin with my hand until the guy yelled and came in my mouth. They all watched me swallow his stuff and said I was some chick all right, no wonder I'd been the one Joey picked. I felt like a queen or something.

"I guess I was in some kind of daze, not only afterwards but while it was going on even. The whole gang was going to walk me home, but somebody reminded them that it would look as though we'd had a gang bang when it wasn't that way at all.

"I insisted I could get home just fine by myself and they believed me. I started walking, that's all I remember.

"I didn't want to go home. I was sorry that the party was over. I wanted to go on thinking about Joey, keeping him alive as a hero for us all.

"The rest is very vague. I remember running through the fog shouting 'Joey!' when someone grabbed me and put me in a strange car. I guess I just freaked out, trying to go back in time or something like that.

"It's probably better that I didn't go back to the local high school after what happened with all those guys. No, it doesn't shock me. Nothing shocks me, but a lot of people found out about it and didn't approve. They didn't realize that to us it meant something very different, just the way Joey's death meant something different. Nobody understands how our generation thinks, that's all."

The exclusive use of preference for oral sex in this case points to some interesting, unconscious psychological factors. First, it seems to indicate a deep-rooted aversion to the procreative function of sex; the attitude seems to be sex for the sake of sex. In addition, the widespread use of oral sex among the young is a type of rebellion in itself- the tasting of forbidden fruit. As we noted in the introduction, oral sex is still regarded as illegal in all fifty states. Secondly, Sue and Joey's oral techniques appear to be connected with what Freud called the "death wish." In Joey, there are rather overt expressions or tendencies quite clearly indicated even prior to his actual suicide. Sue has even felt a little remorse from time to time that she did not accept his offer of dual suicide.

Another way of looking at the problem (aside from the Freudian death wish idea) is in terms of sexual roles. In this country, these roles are often rigidly defined-so rigidly, in fact, that it has spawned the so-called Women's Liberation Movement. However, most sensitive males would agree that the roles established for them in society are as rigid and idealistic as those designed for women to follow. Margaret Mead points out that when the pattern is too tight, as this case definitely illustrates, then the way out is sometimes drastic.

… In every tightly patterned picture there will be some who will rebel, will commit suicide-if suicide is a culturally recognized way out-will become promiscuous or withdrawn or insane, or, if they are gifted, will become innovators of some variation in the pattern. But most of them will learn the pattern, alien though it be.

The above analysis by Dr. Mead seems to encompass most, if not all of the factors in this case. It is difficult to evaluate what the long term effect on Sue might be. A good deal would seem to depend on her ability to use her natural gifts in such a way as to help others to benefit by what she herself has discovered.