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mebody told me that the two best-known names

1973 were Henry Kissinger and Linda Lovelace.
I consider that something of an exaggeration,
ause my name wasn’t publicized all that much;
until recently. It was more a matter of whatI
,than who I am; and what I did may make its
ark in history in a way somewhat similar to the
complishments of Mr. Kissinger.
_ We each made notable breakthroughs, though -
slightly different fields of endeavor. The
stinguished Mr. Kissinger helped open the doors
Red China and Russia. Linda Lovelace opened
er throat'for all the world to enjoy. If you haven’t
ady heard, I was the star of Deep Throat, the
tsuccessful sex film ever made. This movie,
my performance in it, could very well
fluence the entire future of filmmaking. We think
already has.
_ I know this sounds like bragging, hich isn’t
‘me at all, but I am proud of what I’ve done. I
~ victory. I did what other cia were abaidstie
and as a result I am about to become one of t
most famous film personalities of our time. Z
- -[’m not trying to pretend I’m a great actre:
and I’m certainly not much of a writer. In fa
when it comes to creative talent, my -_greate ;}
accomplishment is sewing. You know, with a |
machine and thread. I’m good at making cloth«
That, I’m afraid, is about it. ae
But when it comes to physical talents, Toe
aside for no woman. I may not have enou;
practical experience to recount a hundred inciden :
with five hundred different men, but give
time—I’m only twenty-two. Starting with my first
penis-induced orgasm, I’ve been active in my craft
for six years. But only three of those years were
spent constructively. Under the tutelageof one of
the best sex architects in the world. I have lea:
to do things with my mouth and vagina that
- women anywhere can ever hope to achieve. _
I have been told I could make a forun
teaching these intricate techniques —to 0
sex-oriented females. This may be true, ut 1
frankly haven’t time to hold classes. I plan toke
busy making sex films. So, what = will

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share the happiness I’ve found, because I think
good sex contributes to a better world. Like, what
_man would go to war when he has found nirvana in
the family bedroom. Would a traveling salesman go
in search of a nontalented farmer’s daughter when
he has Cleopatra lying at home with nothing but an
overworked vibrator? No, never. i
And when I say I’ve found happiness, I swear
it with absolute sincerity. Psychologists have
offered to pay me to submit to examination. I
know why, too. They’re determined to slip me into
a neat Freudian case history, where they can say,
“Poor miserable dear. She was attacked by a mad.
meat cutter when she was six.”’ Or: ‘“‘Aha, the poor
child is really miserable because of the void left by
her denunciation of her Catholic religion.” Sooner
or later they would delve into my head and pull
‘something out to wave to their colleagues. If I
didn’t offer “the evidence” directly, they would
nod knowing heads and call it some sort of
suppression.
My answer is: bullshit! noe the exclamation
point.) I had a pretty good family background, not
rich, not poor. My mother may have been a bit on
the frantic side with her Italian temperament, but
she was a good person, and certainly loved me; still
does I hope. My father, of English origins, was
always sweet and kind, and contributed in no
negative way to my development. What I have
done was my own idea, and I defy anyone to prove
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 1
MY EARLY LIFE

You know what we used to do? I mean when I was

a freshman at Maria Regina Catholic School in
Hartsdale, New York? Well, a few of the more hip
girls would gather at a home where the parents
were out, and we’d trade dirty words. Does that
sound exciting? Maybe not; but that was as far as
our strict Catholic upbringing would let us go. It
went on to bigger and somewhat better things, like
the kissing session I had with Peggy, but I’ll get
into that later. What I’m trying to show you now,
is how uptight and dumb all of us were in those
ancient times way back in 1965.
_ I remember this one time when Judy Knopp
came busting into the rumpus room of Nora
Speigel’s house. We were just sitting around
_ wondering what the hell sodomy meant—or some
such thing—when in she rushes. “Hey!” she yelped.
“Motherfucker . . . no kidding, motherfucker!”
I had never heard the word before, but that
isn’t the point. Later—much later—we found out

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 : aejust rene some guys in an argume! i
learned this beautiful new phrase, and wanted t
add it to the secret list we were keeping in Peg
-Carek’s locked cosmetic case. But before the wo |
could evenbe locked in our heads, Nora’s mom
came down on us like the FBI. You see, Judy had |
no idea anybody was home but us teenyboppe:
: Well, to put it simply, it was a bad, bad scer
Point one: Judy was ousted from our secret lit
society, because, naturally, none of us admitte
any knowledge of what in the world had come ov
her. Some of our parents didn’t believe us, becat
most of us were grounded for weeks, but r
parents didn’t find out about it. I had only t
worry about confession the following Friday. _
In a way I dreaded it—I mean having to admit _
my carnal knowledge and so on—but in another
way, I almost looked forward to it. You see, for
once I had something sinful to report. Before th
it was mostly a matter of confessing little lies
my mother, or an occasional dirty word, Ol
whatever else I could make up. I swear I cramm
-as much for confession material, back inthose
straight days, as I did for a history exam. I wan.
to confess something important, cS rea
dirty.
Well, I played this one for all it was wor
told the priest all about the dirty word gam
played, and how we would sneak into the
store and read forbidden passages from ba

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 books, and things like that. To this point, I had
never quite had the courage to confess the hours I
s had spent masturbating, or the wild dreams I made
up to make myself come. That stuff was so
forbidden, I didn’t even tell my friends. I thought I
‘was some sort.of super sick creep.
I have to explain. In our school they were so
strict they outlawed patent leather shoes. Can you
believe that? And do you know why? Because it
was the belief of the Pope or somebody, that a girl’s
crotch could be viewed by the high gloss on the
shoes.
Or, how about this one: “You must never
accept flowers from a man because it excites
passion.” They almost made you feel guilty to have
a good bowel movement. You wondered if it was -
okay to sit on a toilet and feel like grunting?
hould I flush full-on, or hit the handle lightly so it
makes a softer swishing sound?
Of course, there were things I did in a
bathroom that no priest ever heard about, but
that’s a trip of its own. What I’m trying to point
out right now is, that while all this secret sex stuff
was haunting my brain, I was also planning
seriously to become a nun. I guess the word is
“paradox” (Editor: please change the word if it’s
wrong). I mean I spent about fifty percent of my
time thinking about sex, and another fifty percent
of my time thinking about religion and the pure
life I would lead as a nun. If that makes sense to
you, then you’re smarter than I am.

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 It’s inpoteento ie planeI mean-~your li
so taken up with the religious brainwashing | hi
you’re sure there is no room for anything else. In
fact, if you were under oath you would swear no
naughty thought ever entered your brain. Yc
believe this. You even lie to yourself. But in
looking back, I know I was about as religious ir
those days as my cat, ‘‘Hitler’’ (that’s his bia :
just didn’t realize it then.
You see, my father, God bless nine aeinm af
present state of nonbelief, even the blessing may bee:
blasphemous—was a New York City traffic cop
loved him, adored him, and still do. But I must —
explain something: as kind and gentle as he was =
my father was simply not an affectionate kind of _
man. He never said things like, “Linda, I love you, —
baby.” And I can’t recall many loving kisses
hugs, or gentle pats on the ea I think ITmiss
- things like that. |
And Mom. Well—I love my moiaes too.. But
I look back, just about the only voice I can hear
one of threat and warning. Now, I only seem_
remember things like: ‘‘Linda, give an inch and y
give a mile.” Or: “One kiss can lead to...
you know.” I didn’t really know way back the
and my mother never told me. My mother,
believe now, always thought of sex as some sort
uncomfortable imposition necessary to: contin
the Catholic population. In: other words, s
suffered the supreme burden of childbirth for t

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 00 old Church, and st last hee uty was
complete. si
Tm not trying tto blame anyane, ce damn it,
-everyone wants to peel open my brain, and I’m
hinking, thinking. .. trying to give some of these
seople the answer they insist I can reveal. I can’t,
because I still insist I have no problem, but if I |
eem just a little bit sad in this chapter it is because
of my family, and if the “shrinks” can use these
houghts, then let them please be my guests.
i It'strue, though, that I kind of yearned for the
warm daddy routine, and the jovial, cookie-baking
other. Maybe that accounts for the special
pleasure I felt when I went camping with the
Kalbfleisches. Betty, you see, was my closest pal
when I was about eleven, or maybe twelve. She had —
his neat kind of family you only seem to see on
TV. Her father was older and good-looking in a
Fred MacMurray kind of way. He was always
mooching with his wife, and hugging Betty. It was
: nd of embarrassing to me, becauseI didn’t know
yw to react to such intimate behavior. I just
watched it and kind of liked what Isaw, but in an
incomfortable sort of way.
So, on that camping trip, when we spread out
under blankets in the darkness, and Betty’s dad
was next to me, I was more than happy to feel his
warm hand close around my knee. He was talking,
I mean to all the family—but his hand was on
my leg, not Betty’s, not Tom’s—his six-year-old

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son—nor his wife’s. His hand was on me andI loved—
every strange, glorious second of it. I have no-
recollection, whatever, of the story he told at the -
time, but I do recall in detail where that big warm _
hand was going. It started on my knee, and with
each expressive word the hand would hike just a
bit higher. It was as though I was hypnotized by |
snake. I saw it moving closer; I was afraid of it; but |
I wanted it to do whatever it desired, even if iti
killed me. What I’m trying to say is: I was
forbidden, by rules and religion, any normal sex
outlet—even in thought—and at that age (scarcely
twelve) I was afraid even to let my mind play with —
fantasies. But I knew that what Betty’s dad was
doing was sex. He patted my knee, right? Okay,7
but then the hand kept going higher. It stayed on
top of my thigh for a while, and at the right
time—and, God, I was afraid it might never
happen—his hand eased between my thighs. |
Finally, at the peak of his story, his big,
daddy-hand grabbed my aching pussy and squeezed
it. End of story; end of experience. But. Iloved it. i
There was one other occasion in a kind of
wrestling match, when his hand slipped under my
T-shirt and grabbed one budding boob; but
was one of those fleeting things.
I want everyone to know, however, th
whatever he got out of those sneaky feels was great
by me; what I got out of it has been lived “_
relived.

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 night he oS ‘my pussy, I couldn’ £58
ep. T heard Betty’s dad snoring under his blanket
beside me, and me? Well, I spent half the night
‘king myself off.. Many months—hell, years! —
afterward, I could still bring back the dream of
at simple episode to work my clit finger into a
furious frenzy. Then, at age twelve, and now, at
age twenty-two, I’m an incorrigible masturbator. If
there is any way on earth to “come” by one’s own
devices, I’ve learned it. I hope I can teach new
chniques to you readers who yearn for sex, but
don’t quite know what to do about it. Sex can be
autiful, even if your only friend is a busy
forefinger. But there are other ways, hundreds of |

2 | think I first discovered my sexuality when I

as about eleven. I was just beginning to gather a
few pussy feathers and hadn’t even dreamed of
‘obs. I can’t recall the exact first incident, butI
lo have a vivid recollection of the surge of pleasure -
that swept over me with the rush of water from the
bathtub water tap.
- Somehow I had maneuvered my body into a
sition that sent the warm water gushing between
y ‘pussy ‘lips. Wow, instant ecstasy! From that
y forward I never drew a bath without making a —
retzel out of myself to enjoy the bathroom fringe
nefit. Can you picture me? I’m lying on my
sack, right? My legs are spread apart, dangling over
1¢front of the tub. The stream of water is a very

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 That’s allvery well, er sGinctithessd bettris
of carried away, and find myself gurgling away |
with my entire head submerged. The answer of |
course was.to not even try to fill the tub. So, Td
let the water run into me and out the drain. There —|
was never any hot water left after my self- |
gratification games, and this never went over too |
well with my parents. 4
Later came the insertion of objects into thie!i
lips of my pussy. The first such handy cock —
substitute was a bar of soap. I’d rub it around the |
lips and clit, gaining: excitement with each frantic
‘move. I can’t recall my first full orgasm by this |
means. It seems now I could always come. But ‘|
remember well my mother pounding on the door,
demanding to know what all the gto was |
about.
“I’m only singing!” I would answer with1a
gasp. 3
I have a strong hunch my mother knew exactly
what was going on, but she could never quite pu
the accusation into words. It was far too eee “| a
subject to even think about. — .

other day I read about a device used byJapanese |

that I had never heard of before. It’s called |

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 bee I read somewhere also that masturbators are
usually frigid in the man-woman lovemaking
a4department, that such dedicated clitoris tickling
ses vaginal sex to lack luster. I disagree with
hat. I never entered anything into my vagina until
“all came together with a man’s cock several years
ater. And no one who knows me, would ever call
ne frigid. I love things inside me, and still find
continual pleasure through surface manipulation. I
me repeatedly both ways. But then I can think
nyself to orgasm.
_ Also, during those seule days—with a man, —
at is—I often had other experiences women
ren *t supposed to have. I had very frequent wet
reams. I can’t recall the content of the dreams,
but I remember waking up in the throes of orgasm.
used to look forward to it. I mean I was wet too,
just as though my phantom lover stayed long
‘enough to shoot a full load into me. I think the
dreams began to disappear when I started getting
re active with a partner. Now, there’s no room
for mental characters to slip between my

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sheets after I’m asleep. By the time Igo to sleep |
these days I’m thoroughly exhausted from the real|
thing. But that was how it was way back then. | 4|
My early life segment has to be brief, because |
none of it really meant anything. I was born in the|
‘Bronx, moved to Westchester County when I was |
three, and went to parochial schools from that |
time on, with the exception of my junior high | |
school year. I attended a public school in Florida |
that year—when my father thought that might be
the place for us—but graduated from good old |
Maria Regina, a year after wereturned. 4i
I guess the year in public school turned the|
religious dials off, because "y that time I had not|
only given up the sweet nun’s role, but had firmly |
decided that the Catholic religion had little to offer
me. But I was still a long way from os a
swinger. sno

I had my first penis-induced orgasm during my

vier goss year at Maria Regina, but ec I wasj

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LEARN ABOUT SEX
promised to bring you up to date about some of
those things I touched on earlier? Okay
. .. now is
the time.
_ First of all, I mentioned fun and games with —
Peggy. It was another of those times when the
parents were out somewhere, right? I was sleeping
over with Peggy, and it all started very innocently. —
We had the house to ourselves and—well—you
know how those things happen.
‘Peggy, at age thirteen, had boobs that were the
envy of every scrawny kid in gym class. I mean,
there we were in the locker room—all within
months of each other’s age—and here is Peg
strolling around with a bust that measured about
34 or 36 inches and with a bush of hair between
her legs that looked like something out of Playboy.
I don’t care what any girl says, such things turn
other = on, SS at that age. So that’s how
 Peg, I was ready. You must understand that at this.|
age, confined to a prim and proper Catholic school, |
~-we had dreams about men, but contact only with |
girls. We had to make do. And, as I said, I was kind |
of attracted to Peggy. This night, after some wine, 1|
Peggy started showing off her figure, and in about |
three seconds I was really turned on. 5 4
She dressed up in every sexy costume in the |
house: her mom’s negligees, bikini panties, name it. |
You see, Peggy wanted to be an actress, and I wast |
her captive audience. She would parade back and |
forth assuming different movie star roles, and’ i
would applaud at the end of each performance. It | .
was a game, right? That was what I thought. But
the time came when she was naked, her fine bush >
of red pussy hair gleaming under the lights, and her
big red-nippled boobs bouncing sexily. And, i |
suppose because nothing better was available,yy
she became as desirable to me as any male sex
object I had ever known. Between her sexy acting,
and the wine we consumed, I got into the came
myself.
ac
' | had no fancy incor & to tiaenudiane in, so nl
simply stripped, piece by piece. Before long we
were dancing together, body to body, completely
naked. For this scene, she was Paul Newman, and
me? Hell...I was skinny little Linda Lovelace. ;
And it took off from there. ef
‘I was wined and dined by Mr. Newrtiai and)
- believed it all the way. As I think about it, Poesy

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was a pretty good operator, because I was so
saught up in the role I’d have gobbled her pussy
then and there, but Peggy, as advanced as she was, ©
didn’t know how to go quite that far. Instead she
was content to lead me into a wild necking session,
and that—please believe me—was one of the most
memorable experiences of my pubescent life. She
ook me to bed, and between now-and-then
aughter, smooched the hell out of me. All the time
her hands were feeling my hungry budding body.
God I was hot! I kissed her, sucking her tongue,
omething I had never done before, and when she
pretended she was Paul Newman fucking me, no
ock was needed for the orgasm. I came, God,
maybe five times. I locked her luscious body ©
between my legs, and she kept rubbing her pussy
iainst mine. It worked out just fine.
After that night, Peg could have made me her
lave for life, because she was the first human being
o really turn me on. But, as with so many straights
aught in a momentary loss of inhibition, she
ardly spoke to me after that time. I guess she was
shamed or something. As I said, we were both
mashed on her Dad’s wine. For myself, I learned
here was something pretty fine about making it
with another girl, and, since then, I always thought
’d like to play the same scene again but with the
eal Paul Newman.
_ Needless to say, there was no such thing as sex
ducation at the Catholic schools I attended. What

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 saturally, like who was the neighborhood
a
a. _ bang; see parents showed dirty movies al

olay in the Catskills .. . thatsort of ee Theed |

was also a town “queer.” There were probably
plenty of them, but this was one we knew about.
He was a cowboy-type who worked at a loca
riding stable. The story was that he’d give young |
boys free rides on his palomino. pony if theyé ge
alone with him into his trailer afterwards.
“But I don’t get it,” I recall saying. “What
a man do with a boy?” ;
“They take their pants down, one ofmysi
friends explained. a |
June Longwell took it a stepfurther. 4 t 1
_ they French kiss or something.” ‘
We never did quite nail down the ex |
activity, but we were interested enough to hang
around the place on Saturday afternoons to
who came and went. Sometimes there wouldbe
visitors at all. But other times there would be
string of four-or five young teenagers in a row. |
Some left the shabby trailer happy and iaugh |
others emerged with the look of deep guilt on their.
~ faces. I always suspected the ones wearing th .
guilty expressions, were good Catholic lads. But
knew—even at age ten or eleven—that there w

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 such things as homosexuals. Even if we didn’t
know what the hell they did to each other.
_ If I had known, I’d have recommended the
_ trailer action to Billy Krieger when I found out
5 about him a couple of years later. Billy, you see,
_ had something of a problem. I didn’t know him to
speak of,. but I sure knew him by sight. He went to
public school and one of his girl classmates told us
all about him. Whenever he would encounter a girl,
%
no matter how briefly, he would get a man-sized
_ erection. He would try to cover it up with books,
his hands or anything else handy, or, if possible,
would try to find a place to sit down until it went
away. I guess the more he thought about it the
: worse it got, because the story was he would
- sometimes sit in one place for hours with a silly —
| look on his face .. . just waiting. . 3
: Once word eat around, just about every girlin
our gang would do something to try to turn him
s on. Not me, I was far too shy at that time. I would
say I was about fourteen then, or close to fifteen. I
wouldn’t be the one to wiggle my hips at him, or
_ rub a boob against him, but I always tried to be on
_ hand when the others did. I couldn’t miss that.
: The first time I saw the magic action was when
one of my pals caught him at a bus stop. That day |
_he had no books, and no place to sit down. She
started this coy conversation, and the rest of us
watched from a few feet away. First his face
turned crimson, and the bulge began to grow. It

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started out as just a ‘wides to one is of his‘pan
leg, a kind of warning throb. Then up, up, up it?
- went. As it rose, my eyes widened. My mouth must
have been wide open—ready to suck, I suppose—as ‘|
I saw this magnificent pole making a tent out of hisi
—
- summer pants. When the bus arrived, he almost q —i
knocked down two women to get aboard. ite
I said I’d have told Billy about the cowbo' |
homosexual if I knew what I know now. As I think. :
about it, that isn’t quite true. With what I know
now, I’d have relieved Billy’s problem a hundred
times a day if necessary. Back then, I would recal a
the bulge in his pants for masturbating purposs= |!
Id picture what it looked like out of his pants and
pretend it was rubbing my pussy instead of my)
slippery bar of soap. The other girls laughed at th
lad with the perpetual hard-on, and maybe I di
‘too. But I didn’t mean it. Billy Krieger was my
bathroom partner for many months, and he still
comes\to memory, although I haven’t seen him i
years. I can’t recall his face, but I sure remembe ,
that huge thing sticking out in his patits, What }
terrible waste. i
I guess the only other highlight of my very 1
early years were the heinie shows we staged when |
was about ten. That was where we’d use a pair 0
canvas hammocks propped upside down as a te
and the neighborhood kids would gather inside te
do naughty things to each other. We’d take down |
our pants and pat each other’s fannies, but usual

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 here wasa bit more to it than that. Like, it wasat
these sessions that I first held a boy’s cock in my
hand, looked one over carefully, and put one of
_ the funny little things in my mouth. Boys felt girls;
girls felt boys; boys with boys; girls with girls. I
mean, no One was quite sure who was doing what
o whom, but it was always big fun. The only
trouble was, just one of us was old enough to have
_pubic hair; that was Carole. She, at age fourteen,
had it all, but no one could ever recall catching a
handful of pussy hair, or tit. I have a hunch Carole ©
_ wasn’t playing fair with us back during that
ummer of ’63. I have the suspicion that she was
he one doing the most kissing and touching, but
was propping her well-developed body too high for
the rest of the kids to feel. So, nuts to Carole. I.
on’t even recall her last name.
I mentioned earlier that I had my first
enis-induced orgasm back in those high school
fears. True. It was as normal as today’s kids’
ucking games, except for one minor exception.
Nobody, as far as I know, ever really got fucked.
It was a continuation of the house parties I
mentioned before, but now we were a bit older. I
guess I was close to sixteen. To this point, I’ve
ainted myself, and most of my friends, as kind of
ung-up religious freaks. Well, despite all the
emands to be home by midnight, and so on, we
lid occasionally make some pretty good moves.
t’s true I had not been allowed to date until I was
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someone said there was going to bea party
eeta |
Gibson’s, I’d have gone with almost anyone. Those
parties were more to my liking than a Walt ee. |
movie with Ralph Latimore.
-I went to several of these open tone affairs.
before I really could break the Catholic brain-
washing to participate. And despite my -over- |
worked libido, I was still pretty dumb. But when I |
finally accepted a beer or two, I lost a lot of my |
hangups. This night, I let Bert Nester escort me |
into one of those secret, busy bedrooms. Because |
of the beer the room was spinning, but so was my |
baby clit. When I entered that bedroom with Bert
I was there for only one reason: to get faker Ne d |
I did. At least I thought so.
He took all my clothes off. My God, I letae
And he was naked too. There was already a very
-busy couple in the bed, but I was expecting that
heard them moaning and groaning and saw thei
‘bodies thrashing all over the place. I was really |
excited by the touch of their hot, sweating bodies, |
when we got under the sheets beside them, so I wa
an easy mark, and this was the first time. Bet
grabbed me, fumbled between my legs and be
to bash that nervous little bone of his against :
finger trained clit. I would say it took me a lo
time to come: maybe thirty seconds. It was grea :
I was finally a full-fledged member of the gang.

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 after that, a real swinger. I mean like for the next _
= weeks or so Bert and I dug the same scene. I
_ was strutting around as though I was Fanny Hill or -
acy Chatterly. I finally had some real sins to
confess to that faceless Father of God. I’m not
sure, but I could swearI heard some awfully heavy
breathing behind that curtain. But I was lying.
_ No—not really lying—because I wouldn’t know for
: almost two more years that I wasn’t fucking at all.
_ Ijust thought that was what it was.
When I finally felt a real cock grinding inside me a
couple of years later down in Florida, I knew I had
been a virgin before. All those times Bert was —
- “fucking” me he was only pushing his boyscout
_ penis between my legs, and giving my clit a wet
workout. He had never punched through my
cherry. It was better than my finger by far, or a bar
:pf soap, a candle, or ashampoo bottle, but I didn’t
-earn the right to use the word “fuck” until I met
“that very special guy in Florida. That was when my
-2 sweet, innocent, Catholic ass learned what “fuck”
really meant.
__-That, good readers, was when my life began. I
had played peepee games with my friends over
many years—and, in truth, I guess I was something
of a ringleader because of that unresting itch I
have between my legs—but sex was a dream until
; that big moment when it all started to come true.
Then I knew what I really wanted. No convents for
this child. I wanted what I have finally gained:

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My father sented Florida as a_ place for

retirement. That’s how I happened to finish high
school back in Westchester County. But there was
something about ey Gat I knew would draw
me back.
First of all, I had ee into ios during that
unior year at public high school. I don’t mean
anything super freaky, but I did go through a
variety of important changes. One thing was my
run as a go-go dancer during the school year of
1967-68. I wasn’t professional or anything like
hat, but I danced with a high school group, and
what I did turned people on. One of those people
was me. They dug me, and I dug being dug. I guess |
t was then that I knew I was an exhibitionist.
I would dress in as little clothing as I could
egally get away with, would make moves gauged
© produce bulges in teenage flies. My body has
Iways been carefully conditioned, and at Carol
ee ance the muscles were toned by, of all things,

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a Sasket ball I was first tine forward’onthe 1968
team, and I have a trophy at home to prove it. But 4|
I had no dreams of a basketball career. My dreams y
1
_ were more of lays than of “‘lay-ups,” and the only_4

‘dribbling’ I was really interested in, was the wet _

kind that has so ot smeared against me from |
men. 4
I think it was good that I spent that last high|
|
school year at dear old Maria Regina, because it _
gave me a chance to make three important — ;
comparisons. I knew then that I preferred catcalls —
from lechers over the healthy screams of sports
nuts. I was no longer the hung-up teeny-bopper
intimidated by the fear of God and my mother. I
was a wild bundle of desire just waiting for the
complete turn-on. It would come—after one
detour. But even that was not winos valuable
experience. |
I knew I had to split from home, and although leial
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Florida was calling from within, it wasn’t that easy. i

_ The problem was bread. I had about enough—
pocket change to carry me to the White Plains bus"'
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terminal. So when I was invited to-work in arf
boutique in Putnam County, I wason my way.
The girl who owned the place was a friend Hea 1
‘relative, and since Florida couldn’t be managed, |
this had to do, I borrowed the Greyhound fare and
- began the first: chapter—though a brief one—away
from the suffocating web of home. Nor would I be
_. paid cash for services rendered, but I could live

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wit my young, pretty bossin the apartment :at the
rear of the store.
hs would ais this episode ‘under sia
circumstances because it wasn’t very significant,
but in a way it was. It became more important as I
jJooked back at it later on. First of all, I had been
getting away with murder with former dates. I was
what was known asa tease. I would lure my young
dates on a path of orgiastic delight, only to turn
off at the last moment into a dead-end street. I got
away with it with younger studs, but in Putnam
County my dates were older and a bit less

___. Twice I was cursed out, but oncecewas poked

on the chin, thrown out of the car, and left to walk
five miles back to town. If you ever see an extreme
close-up of a scar on the left side of my chin, that
was where it came from. I learned my lesson the
hard way. :
| think it might have been that night—or early —
‘morning—when Hazel, the shop owner, began to
‘takeme under her wing. She was outraged by the
brutal treatment I had received, and began to warn
me about the rotten deals women always get from
men. She nursed my cuts and held me tight, as I
cried out my sad story.
_ Soon after that, I saw a change in Hazel’s
behavior. She began to talk almost constantly
about sex when we had time to talk at all, and on
many occasions made. herself seductive, seemingly
tmeves

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for a purpose. I saw her naked body and tried not _
to show my interest, but you already know about _
me: I’m not exactly turned off by the female 4
anatomy. i
Hazel often had girl friends drop by, and in my |
stupidity then, I didn’t know what she was into. :
She and her friends would kiss and hug and then
get lost. Hazel was actually discreet as could be. ©
She opened the way for me, but I didn’t nibble. In
fact, we would discuss sex to the point where we'd —
both get turned on, and on two occasions even
masturbated side-by-side on the same bed. I had to —
be away from her several months before I had even ©
a hint of the truth: Hazel, in her gentle, ;
unageressive way, was a lesbian. >
I’m sure we'd have made it together had is
stayed awhile longer, but by luck my real dream >
had a chance of materializing. I got a letter from ©
Patsy, my best girl friend from Carol City High —
School in Florida. She said she was into dancing |
and was getting some modeling work. If I could get 4
there, she was sure she could line me up some jobs._
That was all the encouragement I needed. I bought —
an airline ticket, and arrived in Miami with $35 to’
my name. I moved in with Patsy and my ais was —
about to begin. Wg
It wasn’t long before I was er
gainfully employed, and soon Patsy would exit my
life forever; but before any of that happened I
learned something about the past that still tickles

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 a 2-
antic. masturbation. See, wes. L had
known Patsy.acouple of years earlier she was living ee
h her groovy uncle, an airline pilot.
He was a pal to both of us. He’d take us to he.
acetrack, we'd. go flying, and it was through him I
earned the joys. of skydiving and bike riding. It
yas, in fact, her ‘uncle. who gave me my first taste _
f ‘pot. But, as far as I knew, he was just a
yermissive guardian, so to speak. After returning to —
rida, however, and in the intimate discussions —
th a much-more-open Patsy, I learned something _ =
hat almost burned me up. All the time we were
aving good family fun, she was balling the guy.
e confessed |to me she had been making it with ae
since she was about twelve. I should have
ssed it, I suppose, but that was how straight I
yas. Ever since, I’ve hated my naivete during those
ark ages of my youth. What a ball we could have
if,they had only given me a hint. I could have’
sun my career as a sex machine almost two years
arlier,
But Patsy will ee hold a soft spot in my
( art—make no mistake about that—because it was
hrough her that I met the man who would make >
a woman. A woman? My God, a super sex
bject! If it hadn’t been for Chuck Traynor I could —
ill be rubbing bottles against my clit, dreaming of
tren Beatty, Betty’s father, or whatever fantasy
rought: me to orgasm. Thanks to Patsy and her
2 aa L met the man who did it all.

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 I mention Patsy’s back yard because that was
where I was lying in my gauze strip bikini when |
Chuck entered my life. Patsy had been doing some |
modeling for Chuck, who at that time was al
commercial photographer and bar owner, and
-asked him over to meet me. The idea was that he
might get me a few jobs.
I don’t know if it was Patsy’s reconinedancee
that started it all, but I do know that when we |
were alone for five minutes he asked me to have |
- lunch with him the next day. I said yes. He picked al
me up on time, and I didn’t see Patsy again for the |
next four days. = 1
Of course I was ready, right? When I went to|
_ Florida, I was determined to find out if the wor |
was wrong and I was right, or what the score reall ;
was. All this time, I seemed to be the only one who |
had never really made out. As I mentioned earlier,|
I thought I was a kind of swinger, but the |
experiences in Putnam County, New York hinted |
otherwise. Somehow men just weren’t satisfied |
with titty play and pussy-penis rubbings. I
found out why. : ‘
During our first day together, we stopped: a |
at Chuck’s bar, and that alone managed to crank |
up my libido by about 72 rpms. It was a |
topless-bottomless joint where everything sai
SEX. The customers copped feels and the girls |
loved it, and when the trade was cool the girls
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 i able.edges: ete: hee pussies. ‘This was.aa : o
world I had never known before.
The closest I had come to anything like ‘nis =
‘was when Patsy and I projected a hidden stag film
belonging to her. uncle. I remember it clearly to |
this day, because that was the first porno flick ’d_
ever seen. It was a‘short 8-millimeter fiasco wherea
guy ate acouple of bushy-haired pussies. He tried
to fuck for the camera but couldn’t quite get it up.
‘It was- exciting for me, though, because of its
orbidden nature. But that was nothing compared
to whatI was seeing with Chuck in the real live
flesh. And that was only a prelude for what was to
‘come. ee ie
Chuck drove me . to his" funky old house, but
ot for long. He stopped only long enough to pack
a bag. We were going somewhere that would give us
complete privacy. But I was at his house long —
enough to see the porno pictures on the walls and .
the sexy bachelor pad furnishings, so I had no
reason to believe he was a choirboy in search of a
partner for hymn singing. We were ona mission of
fuck, and I had no doubts about it.
2. > The “choirboy” reference wasn’t just tossed iin
y accident, by the way. You see,-Chuck and I had
something in common right from the start. He too,
was a former Catholic. That somehow made
everything seem right. He told me he kept his
choirboy job until the day some irreverent pals
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 with his Sunday shoes and painted canta on
the soles. He put them on unknowing, but when he i
|knelt down in High Mass the next Sunday the :
entire congregation read the boldl; painted—
— lettering. “Fuck,” it said on the left shoe. “You,” i
it said on the right. The priest never quite believed /
that Chuck was an innocent foil in the
|Mass-disturbing incident. i
That first night we stayed at the pad of one of ;
Chuck’s friends. We smoked some pot, and despite —
my nervousness I didn’t fight it when he said it was
time to go to bed. We undressed as though we had
done it a hundred times, and climbed into the huge —
/ water bed. 4
I was turned on all the way, and kissed him as. :
hungrily as he kissed me. His hands and mouth —
aroused my nipples, and the feel of his cock sent
my juices in a flood. But still I expected the kind 4
©
2
of near-fucking I had known before. I had a hunch —
i
something wasn’t quite right, especially after 2
getting belted in the mouth for it a few months —
earlier, but I really wasn’t quite sure what. I simply |
thought everyone was willing to play ec lelonssie -
games. Chuck wasn’t.
I automatically pushed him back when his big
cock started pushing into me, and I may have tried
to sneak out and run away. But I didn’t get away —
with it this time. Actually, I really didn’t want to. —
The -fat rocklike muscle tore into me like a
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It hurt._ The explosive. pain shot from my groin __
over every inch of my body. But it really wasn’t all
that bad. In fact, at the same moment I yelped my
cry of pain, I was already pressing my pussy up —
instead of away. I came in seconds and the rockets
were all-on time.
As I looked back a few minutes iter. the pain
didn’t seem like pain at all. It played back as a
warm kind of tingly feeling. We smoked another
oint, and after shedding my embarrassment about
he spot of blood on his friend’s sheet, we tried it
again, and again, and again. That night from —
midnight until six in the morning, we fucked and |.
came at least ten glorious times. It was a very good
ight.The best of my entire life,
When we went back at it after a few hours ~
ep,I was bold enough to caress that beautiful
man’s cock of his. I held his balls and kissed along
the thick long shaft. I licked the head and snuggled
t against my face and neck. How wonderful it was
fo know such a wonderful object so well and so
thoroughly. I felt it belonged to me ss I had to —
how my pride of ownership.
It wasn’t exactly sex without fear, however. I.
emembered that first night of real sex for all the
ght and wrong reasons. I loved the fatness bulging
in myguts, the moist taste of it afterwards, and the
nowledge that at nineteen I had finally made
myself real, was something almost. Godlike. But
God was in that bedroom too, and he wasn’t

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 approving. He was5 eliasmee all about hell, and
mother was there shaking her head iin agreemen’ a4 :
_ also was thinking things like: “ What would mom
say if she saw me doing this?” That was when I was
cupping his balls in my hands and licking its
wetness. Was this me? Was this eee? happening? I
was, and it did. BS a
7|
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shen
I didn’t give in all the way the first night.I did,
lick and kiss his balls and cock, I did let him fuck
me all the way, but there came a moment of truth
even after that. It was when he tried for maybe the|
fifth time to go down on me. “‘No, no, don’t!” I
_ warned with terrified resistance. I pulled at hi5 |
~ hair, rejecting him completely. That was going too.
far. That was dirty, filthy, unthinkable. I would
never let anyone do something this vulgar to me,
not ever. This was the line i. would dr.
. perhaps for God. .
But you know how it is. Chuck copped:awa’
and after a little sleep, I left the bedroom to take a
shower. F practically scrubbed my pussy raw and
lay down so the rush of water made my well-tested
pussy squeaky. clean. I bounced back to Ded, lay
_ back, and let it happen. Sorry, God. Itried. 5
I guess this big hangup came from tae of.
smelling or something, but Chuck had a way of
reassuring me. I guarantee one thing, the pussy 4
sucked for the next several hours was as clean as
one.on a freshly scrubbed Barbie doll. What t
shower missed, his tongue took care of. :

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 ~T can’t recall his earlier sales talk, “but I’m gad ; ‘
it worked. He sucked me until I cried for pity. He
_ would not stop at my pleading, but he would ease
up. His tongue would just whisper over my erect —
_ Clitoris, but then, slowly, he would turn it on
_again, licking me inside, his spit mixing with my
own wetness. I came so heavily I really thought I
-was peeing in his face. I was insane and wanted to
scream at the top of my lungs, but I didn’t. My
inhibitions hung-in on my voice, but I was not just -
taking it casually. I thought I would mind, but I
didn’t at all—not if I could die this way.
_ Everything seemed to fall into place after that.
I knew I would never think the same again. How
could anyone think something this magnificent
could be bad or dirty when it made happiness
come out of every body pore? People who called
this wrong and sinful were the ones who were
mistaken. Nothing, from then on, could ever make
me think otherwise.
And Pl mention something else at this time.
Doctors say women don’t shoot; you know,
ejaculate. I say this isn’t true. Maybe I’m not
shooting sperm like out of a pistol, but the way I
come isn’t just lubrication. Something comes out
of me, and anyone who balls me will have to
confirm my claim. _
- When I woke up a real woman, I trotted out
nd stocked up on feminine gadgets. I bought a
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es and douche with a bit of vineear or femnaa. dad go
5 ||
heavy on the soap. That’s plenty. Let the pussy 4
spray people go broke. It’s a nothing trip. a
~ Our next session brought - still another _
innovation, at least to me. When he was sucking on __|
me this time, I had this compelling needto put
something in my mouth. Miraculously, that©
something proved to be quite handy. I took the ©
head of his prick in my mouth and kind of jacked—
him off. Before I had treated it like a candy bar, :
but now I wanted to do more. So it was in my
mouth a little and stayed there until he Started to
come. Then, quickly, I yanked it out and let his
come shoot into my face. This was fine with me, .
but somehow it was a turn-off for him, He asked
why I took it out, and I told him I didn’t think
was cool to swallow it. He didn’t really hassle me _
about it, but his disappointment made me think.
But after all, I had come a long, long way in two
days, hadn’t I? Chuck had no complaints. And my |
training program had only just begun. ete
For the first few weeks of our lovenabing
was mostly me on my back and Chuck on top,
fucking me, but we began to experiment with _
different positions. Have you seen those poste!
with pictures of all the basic positions? Well, we
bought one, tacked it on the wall and tried thes +
 ‘Still it.jock afout Lire ee ee I he
ally get around to what I wanted most to do:
wallow his come. —
-WhenI finally did it the first time, Limmediately A
‘got queasy and almost threw up. This happened
everal more times, but then it started to work. It
was. ‘better when his cock was deep enough in my
nouth so the burst of his ejaculation would shoot |
he gunk straight down my throat. After about
hree times without getting sick, I began to love
very drop ‘of the sticky, salty stuff Chuck could
rive me. It started to become my very favorite
high-protein food.
Later on I learned something else, ‘and I
yonder if experts on such matters will agree with
1e. I think male semen is great for the skin. I
noticed that when I’ d fall asleep with a lot of iton ©
ay face, it would dry overnight and clear up
imples and blemishes. Often I’ve used it to rub.
into my skin and it does wonders. I’ve often
rondered what would happen if one could get a
tock of it and use it as a shampoo or hair rinse. It
ould be the cosmetic discovery of the century.
Vhen I get rich I might just put out such a product
nd call it Linda Lovelace Rinse-Come-Poo.
That was the big beginning, those first weeks
vith Chuck, but bigger action was in store for me,
nd I ioe a fast study in the theater of sex. It
as about two or three months later when I had
ry first and second orgy-type experiences. Thanks —

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 ‘to the wonders ofairie ‘the first one took:
place in a mountain cabin; the second occurred the}
next night on a houseboat in Miami. ;
The mountain cabin games were triggered by|
an experiment in hypnosis. Chuck, who does that}
~ too, hypnotized me and the other girl in our
foursome. Through post-hypnotic suggestion —her
told Barbara, the other girl, she would come every
time Chuck touched her arm. It worked. Later. ii
gave both of us the suggestion that we would be:
taken with overwhelming interest in each other’s !
bodies. It worked just the way he told us. We took
each other’s clothes off, played with each other’|
boobs, and compared pussies. Mine, as always, was|
shaved, and Barbara’s was like a bush of red|
copper. I took the game very seriously, but to be|
honest, friends, I don’t think I was hypnotized at
all. No real sex this time; just fun—little games.B
the inhibitions were falling as fast as bras at|
Berkeley. R: fi '
On the flight back to Florida i
in the fourseater |
plane, Barbara was overtaken by a compelling need
to pee, and it was kind of a problem. The planee}
was just like a small car inside so, of course, had 1
toilet. Barbara made do with what she had. SI
emptied her purse and made unusual use of!it.W

toward the hangar at the apart a our destina

eae her private little cargo ofpee.
 Nothing was Peeoisncd. on you aaa how ining es
sometimes work out. This time the hypnosis
gimmick was used to determine who was the best
pussy eater. I’m not sure if I accepted hypnosis as
an excuse to shed my hangups, or if it was the
- resultof the wine I had consumed. But I do know I
went about my suggested task with fantastic
_ enthusiasm. This, you see, was something I had
- wondered about for a long time, and now was my ~ S
_ chance to find out. Barbara ate me, and it was the
_ greatest, but I was really looking forward to my
- trip on her. I really did a number, and was awarded ©
the winner’s trophy for my success: an extra
special all-night fucking session with Chuck. The ©
prize was fine, butI had won something else: a
new and very interesting outlet for all my surging
sex energies. I Sispevercd for sure that I dug preity 2
f girls. ae
=~ Up nan ‘then, I had never balled anyone
besides Chuck, I mean other men. I wasn’t quite
that free yet, although I was sure Chuck wouldn’t
mind. It was just a matter of not being ready for it.
But my schooling continued.
_ Part of my education came on the night I took ae
over as manager of Chuck’s bar. It was my job to
direct the girls in their extracurricular activities. I’d
say, for instance: ‘‘Connie, that fat guy in the
orner is a regular customer and a big tipper. When
Ou serve his drink, sit on his lap and play around
pith his
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 was in the place:aad ifrigy were all:eos
the dancers to turn them on full tap. That meai .
stripping all the way, and maybe balling a guy from |
“the crowd. There was considerable responsibility |
involved, because we didn’t want to get busted. So, |
que this action I was gaining con ofmy
Own. ae ets 4|
I saw my first real sae film— I mean a good)
one—several weeks later at another swinging |
houseboat party, and I really dug it. There might _
have been as many asa dozen people there, and |
after all that excitement I had to do something. So
it was me, little Linda, who was first to strip. I di :
a dance that had everyone in the place panting, and
in the high spirits of the occasion, someone ‘came
up with the idea of shooting me with whipped —
cream—you know, from one of those charged
aerosol cans. So I’m dancing like mad, ‘getting —
blasted with whipped cream and who wants to.
waste something as tasty as that. It was a darling
girl named Sunshine who took the first lick, but
soon afterward I was on my back with the whole
gang gobbling the sweet stuff and whatever else
‘their gourmet tongues found Satisfying. |
‘Before the night ended I had fucked all six
men in the room; but I wasn’t the ‘only one 2
_ everyone was grooving pretty good. We even hada
daisy chain going—another first forme—and that —
was. really the greatest. I’m getting fucked do
fashion, while I’m blowing one of the guys. He’

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 eating the next oi and so on. Phere: would: idbe :
nany other such delicious episodes in my rapidly __
expanding life of fun and games. In fact, that night
Sunshine made a date to see me alone fora future
date. We became the best of pals for any Beatie
tO. come.
‘ The vibes were great between! Chuck, Sunshine
and me, and although Sunshine had a rather — :
straight boyfriend she was living with, she spent _
more than half her time with us. _
One night we smoked some grass, and began
rapping about sex, and soon Sunshine and I were
naked, doing our thing. She was sucking me while
Chuck fucked her dog fashion. After Chuck came,
I took my turn on Sunshine and had a double
delight. Not only did I get to savor her own sweet
juices, but the entree was topped off with all of
Chuck’s precious come. Hate to waste that good
Sats a ae
During this time a was getting into ‘the 8mm
porno flicks with Chuck, but not as an active
participant. I would shoot stills of the action that
was being filmed. I did some of the acting later on,
but not too much of it. I was being saved for a
biggy, which would become known universally as
Deep Throat, but~ that was several months and
thousands of hours of training time away.
Sunshine and I were so close at this time, we
almost cut her into the action as Linda Lovelace’s
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eS with:nee in Deep Throat. She had been into the ©
8mm stuff and was ready to go, but for some
reason she backed out. She, I think, was afraid of |
failure, or maybe her straight dude got into the act.
- But too bad, Sunshine, you had your chance. in
those days. she was high on thoughts of a 4
hundred-and-twenty-five a day. Wonder if she has
~ any idea how much I’m making now. 4
Of course, I wouldn’t have hit it this big h
had it.|
/
not been for Chuck’s special interest and his
q!
careful training program. He was_ the one who hi
turned me into what I am today. The training -
regimen comes up in the next chapter.

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 _ MY SPECIAL TECHNIQUES
Okay, I’ve described my initiation, right, and I
have a strange feeling I’ve already turned off most
of the straights in the reading audience. But when I
‘consented to do a book the only terms I would
accept were my own. That is, no cutting this
passage or toning down that one. If I put
something in writing it has to be truth, and I mean
- the full truth. I don’t mean I would say anything |
to hurt anyone, and I might juggle a name here and
there, but when it comes to my particular bag, I
want every detail known. At least every one I can

The trouble is, once you get free so many

things become commonplace you think they may —
not be worth mentioning. And if it is something
not worth mentioning—in your own head—then it’s |
hard to recall. But then I start remembering what —
my straight life was like, and I realize some very
minor details—to me, that is—may be the very
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 Since it’s on my mind, I’m going to tell you
about a pretty sick kind of. thing I was in on once, ~
and the only reason I get into it, is to make an —
important point to one of my enemies. rl explain 4
- that a bit later.
Since I’m always eager and anxious to learn _
whatever there is to know about sex, I’m willing to —
try almost anything. In other words my feeling is —
that what goes on between kids is great. The same —
for adults, and it makes no difference to me
personally if adults make it with kids, boys with —
boys, Grandpas with grandaughters or whatever. —
My God, even incest was going on without much ©
flack back in biblical days, and many cultures —
today have puberty rites where good old Dad
_ breaks in his budding daughter. The point is that —
most of our super-shocks come from custom rather 4
than nature. Of course it’s not too cool to get —
caught with your head in an eleven-year-old’s
pussy, not if you want to stay out of jail, but those
things happen everywhere, every day.
I’m not even too sure the antisocial sex —Sor
Saad
net
Sey

practices are all that damaging either. I mean to q

kids. If they do get strung out, it’s more than likely —
the result of the screams and wails of their elders;
not so much from inner horror. I’ve known girls _
who saw exhibitionists with a hard-on in their
hands. Their parents get all uptight, but you know
what: the kids had to say about it in private? theyooh
DOS
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uBR, and made jokes about it.

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 [ve known peer gas Gia bod more ee s
j ou’dbelieve—who had their early introduction to
sex with fathers, stepfathers, grandfathers, and
neighbors. It may have had a temporary impact on
them, but they all survived, the ones I know at
least. So why all the fuss? I think most of the
problem stems fiediemuratce, oud our puritanical,
uptight society.
__ All this is my enna to turn pidowphor and
2even had to look up the word to spell it right. I

views, and those of ae free friends, are just as

important and real as the ones of those who make
the laws and write text books. In my opinion,
they’Te where it’s really at.
‘ meLike in my opinion there is a split between
ove and sex. I mean, I have no hangups at all
a out balling a lot of men—and women, of
course—but it isn’t love. That’s sex... fun and
mes. Now love, that is another mater
Love is the warm toasty feeling you get when
you wake up next to your man. How you
sympathize with his problems, tolerate his down
noods, try to lift them. It’s being able to sit in a
quiet room while he snores. You may want to go
out to dinner or a movie, but you don’t hassle
m. Hell, he wants to sleep. Love is also those
imes when no words are exchanged, but you
ow for sure what he’s thinking; or buying a
painting you know he’ll dig as much as you do.

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— Love |is an ‘emotion, Sex is
i anycical fin
Things are changing, I guess, slowly. At least7
they were before the Nixon backslide, but even he|
and his stuffed-shirt cronies can’t change the way |
- things have to be. The laws might get tougher, and |
the cops-may get cagier and dirtier, but the |
minority of sex-tight senior citizens cannot, and |
will not, take our future away ‘from us. We won’ t|i
let them. And when I say senior citizens, I es |
those who are such in mind, not in age. - |
I hate it when people insist everyone over |
thirty is beyond communication. I’ve known |
plenty of great heads in their fifties and older. It’:s
all where your head is at. And when I tell about
this couple we watched one night, it’s the same. |
Their thing suited their heads, and I would be|
stupid to disapprove. . 24
The scene was this: this young—and_ very
handsome— couple went the bestiality route. That |
was something I had never dug, so I was willing to |
_ be part of their audience. What they did was rather
brief and without ritual, but by almost every
human standard it was a turn-off. The guy took his |
poodle on his lap—dog facing forward—the ‘ma |
and the dog were naked, of course. And th
guy gave the dog a rousing fuck. The dog had thi |
silly look on his face, kind of a wide grin you could |
say, and the man was grinding his teeth and really.
digging the action. Part of the fun for him. was the
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 watching. itall. Se a :
With his wife it was ‘sonieWhat different.‘She en
was naked, of course, and crawled around on the.
floor next to her great dane. She played the part of
a bitch, including woofing and sniffing. Well, the
dog was no fool. He knew an easy lay when he saw
one, and after some sniffing and licking of his own,
he climbed aboard and socked it to her... and I
mean good. I was fascinated by it. It was as freaky
as anything I ever saw. When that dog started
_ coming it seemed he would never stop, and his date
_ was grooving right along.
_ After that, it was a matter of thanking them
for their hospitality and splitting. Since I have to
be honest — with you, the off-beat action was
exciting in a voyeur’s way. The very disgust of it
turned me on. But I wasn’t in on the act, nor dol
think I could ever be, not even when I’m ninety
and a dog is all I can get. But my reaction was to
go home and fuck my man, and later, in the
bathtub, if memory popped up, I might stick a _
Prell Shampoo bottle in my pussy and masturbate
with the thoughts of it.
_.. There may be two points here. If watching
something like this is exciting to you, and if it~
makes sex better in your own way, then is it bad? I
guarantee the couple liked their end of it, and the
dogs appeared to be the happiest house pets I had
ever seen. It’s all in how you look at it, ant it’s all
in your education to Sex.

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 The original point was in answer
to a charge |
made against me by a friend-turned-enemy. That |
was Al Goldstein, the publisher of Screw and a —
porno filmmaker. I suppose he wants to sell |
newspapers but it was more than that. You see, ‘,
Goldstein. was for me after Deep Throat came out, |
and he wanted me to do a film for him called It —|
Happened in Hollywood. 1 turned it down, and ©
that was the end of the friendship. He became an
enemy when Deep Throat out-rated his flick by a
mile on the “Peter Meter.” So he began a
destroy-Linda Lovelace-campaign in his newspaper.
He i.ade all kinds of false accusations and even |
faked pictures of me in sex positions. It was in this _
series of attacks that he got around to accusing me |
of making it with animals. All I can say is: not
true. And in response to his attacks, I say here and
now: Screw you, Al Goldstein! Al
There; got it off my chest. So now on to the :
classroom. :

MEDITATION
All the special things I’ve learned are the result—
of Chuck Traynor’ S counseling, a touch of
hypnotism—although this isn’t necessary—karate |
conditioning, and endless hours, days and months
of practice. I can take an object of five to eight
inches in circumference into my vagina without _
discomfort, and I can also contract
my vaginal
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 same with my anus, but the expansion isn’t as
great. In plainer language, I can entertain the
world’s largest cock in my ass and it doesn’t hurt a
_ bit. If you saw the movie you already know what I
_can do with my mouth and throat. That technique
; also resulted from concentration exercises, but was
_a bit more difficult, at least for me.
_ Chuck learned of these techniques when he
was in Japan, and when he told me what some of
these very special geisha girls could do, I of course
- wanted to learn myself. He warned me it wouldn’t.
come easy, and he was right.
_ While I refer to karate conditioning as a
Sascessity. it is actually the concentration that is
essential. Yoga and other meditation techniques
would probably work as well. We chose karate
because of the excellent exercise that accompanies
_the concentration techniques. I1 mean the et
py tonne exercise.

x THE BREASTS
What we are talking about here is complete
bodily control through the brain. You think the
proper mvscles into play. I actually got interested
first in doing something about my rather flabby,
‘small breasts, and my first exercises were aimed
toward this end. It takes some time, but not as
long as you’d think. And once you start seeing
results, it takes on much greater interest. When I
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 my interest to the othersareas osthe body. ‘Afte |
only a few months my breasts firmed up, and
~ overall, I gained more than three seeae esinches |
in their development. e 4
The trouble with most breast exercises is
s that |
you not only strengthen the breasts, but a bunch |
of other muscles you’d rather bypass. Once you |
earn the meditation technique, only the exact |
muscles are put through their paces. en
The way Chuck started me on the}
concentration was to have me double up my fists |
and push them together. You watch the fists as
you squeeze them into knots and then relax them.‘|
You can’t let your mind stray at all, and thisis
where yoga training or karate comes in. Fo
instance, when you see a karate expert smash. a
brick with the back of his hand, it has little to do |
with his actual strength. He has all the right
muscles at work, and sees that hand going right
through the brick. To achieve this trick he has,
spent many, many hours in deep meditation. The.
same with what we’re talking about. By careful.
concentration, maybe ten or fifteen minutes aday, |
on those working fists, you begin to learn every
muscle and its function. This is simply training for
future work; it gets you into the meditation thing.
After about ten days of this, you’re readyto work
on other parts of the body. Sie |
‘Again, concentration is the “key” word,
Whenever you do the exercises you | i
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 ‘constantly keep the and nained onee exact area a3
in need of development. The first exercise is simply _ “
_ this: Extend your arms straight out from your rs
body (with bent elbows) and grasp your wrists
_ with your hands. Look down at the breast and — :
_ make the muscle that leads to them from the
armpit activate itself. You are not pressing or
pulling the hands; you’re just holding the arms in
that position. Soon you will begin to feel the
_ muscles slowly come to life, and after minimal
_ effort you’ll be able to mentally command the
- muscles into action. You should do this for a few
- minutes several times a day. If those muscles above
_ the breast and along the sides and upward are sore
at first, you’ll know you’re doing it correctly. Now
_ be careful not to move the shoulder muscles or the —
iarms. All energies are aimed at the area of the
_ breasts. It works.
Another exercise I repeat with equal frequency
_ is the same general position, but with palm against
_palm in a downward praying position. In this one
_you do exert pressure. You push one hand against
_ the other, carefully directing your attention to the—
muscles around each breast. This will not only firm
- another area of the breast, but will also tone the |
_ upper arm and shoulder muscles.
The next exercise, 1 do every other day for as
_ many times as I can (let’s say to a maximum of ten
times). Lie flat on the back, heels flat and feet —
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: Vow grasp bricks or a pair:oF heavy books oO
barbells, okay? Next you lift the objects, very
ae slowly up; keeping the arms rigid, bring them Be
forward and down to your sides. But you do not 4
_ let the objects touch the floor. Then lift them back _
up again to the original position, but don’t rest the
objects on the floor. You almost touch the floor 4
both ways, but not quite. This via on the =|
- muscles between the breasts. | = ||
Posture is also extremely important; ue :
walk straight, aiming the boobs as high as possible.
A good exercise for strengthening the back and
shoulder muscles—to keep you aware of good —
posture—is to make hard fists with each hand and —
throw each elbow back like a bird vigorously—
flapping its wings. Push them back as hard as you
can and inward in the same motion. You'll feel ©
those muscles working with no trouble. Do lus oF 4
about thirty seconds each day. a
Most of the exercises for breast devslopreent 4
can be done while watching TV or while you're
doing almost anything. I make it so automatic, I _
hardly realize I’m doing it. I swear I have built my —
breasts in size, from a sagging 34B-cup to a full and .
firm 36C. I wish there was a way to show you
these moves in a diagram or something, because it’s
-much easier to show than to explain. But again,—
mental concentration is the real answer. You'll —
_ know the right muscles to work on when just a
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 setting results, by all means, stick with it. After —
-you’ve built yourself up, there is real danger you'll
“Sag more than ever if you stop. Don’t start at all
unless: you intend to continue with it. I spend a
total of maybe twenty minutes a day on these
simple exercises. I know it’s worth the effort.
My first mission was my tits, and when I saw
what was happening I wanted to do it all. Since my
pussy had always been my most prized personal
possession, that was where I went next.

VAGINAL CONTROL
oe mentioned hypnotism earlier, and here is
how it helps out in muscle development: it’s
nothing more-or-less than a short cut, an aid. With |
hypnotic suggestion helping you to control your ©
concentration, and directing you to the exact area
of work, it is easier. Now, of course, I can do the
exercises at will, but in the early stages hypnotism
helped a lot in learning how to do it.
_ What I first did with my vagina was insert an
object that would ordinarily plunk right out on the
floor. In my case I used the smallest size tubular,
battery-operated vibrator. At first you start the
exercising in‘a seated position. Your mind is zeroed
inon the muscles surrounding the object (a small
carrot will serve nicely if you haven’t a vibrator),
and you repeatedly expand and contract the
‘muscles that contact the object. While this is
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 no outside howe: and ike care‘that your le leg
muscles are kept quiet. 4
After you feel you have a firm ssa of the
situation, the next step is to stand with the object |
in place. If. it drops out, back to the old drawing |
board. However, if you’re holding it tight and have
to cough or something, and the thing shoots out
- with force, you have become an overnight honor
student. That means your muscles are fel
working overtime. Spec a
It’s doubtful, however, that a new sardenk will
have such muscle action. It is something that must.
be developed with time and effort. The muscle |
involved is called the “‘pubococcygeus,” and it is
on the outside of the vagina. One way you can put
it into action—for purposes of locating it—is to try
to! ‘stop the flow of urine when you 7e an: the
middle of peeing. In fact, this is a very good
exercise. You can learn to slow the flow by
controlling this muscle, and in doing this you are
strengthening the muscle for more important work.
‘In ancient India women were taught to use
these muscles like hand-milking a cow, which
made for pretty good screwing ‘I’m sure. Oriental.
cultures made such pussy control a must for.
marriage. And Arab slave traders received top
dollar for their young female products. who were
“holders.” So it’s nothing new, only neglected.
- The girlsin stag shows who pick up half dolla
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 department, aid. they managed - to build these
muscles in much the same way as I’m describing. — a
T've suggested the tubular internal vibrators,
because there are small ones and there are at least __
_ two bigger sizes to move up with. On each you
_ practice the contracting exercise at least ten times
. in a row, about six different times a day. That’s in S
_ the beginning. Then you increase it with each size
~ object until you do the contractions about 300
_ times daily. But remember always alternate the
sizes from large to small.
You'll get so you can walk around with the
vibrator in place and never worry about dropping
it. You can dothe exercises while you’re ironing,
washing, or even while you’re shopping at the
- super market—once you've gained confidence. But
; you must be careful that your new muscles don’t
- overwork and shoot the object out.
To illustrate what. I mean, I must digress (a
_ word I just learned, by the way) for a minute. That _
very thing happened to me when wewere filming ~
Deep Throat. The scene was the one where aglass
dildo was put in my pussy and coke was sipped
fromitwith a straw. While we were between setups —
I had the object in place but had to laugh. The
dildo shot across the room like a rocket. That can
happen, and it is not a sign of failure. Those
muscles are really doing their job.
_. eyOkay. Once you are able to keep that object in
place with those pyagina . muscles, oy go to

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 3 ‘something larger. After that fo |“ieee
a object stil )
= But very important. You may quite easily learn to —
control the increasingly larger objects, but you
- must spend equal time returning to the ‘smaller—
ones. Otherwise, you'll end up with a box. big
enough for a size ten shoe. When you can grip the
larger object alternatively with the small, it means _
you can take the largest man in the world without .
pain or punishment, and can please and gain equal —
enjoyment from the man with a coe -sized ©
peepee. a
I’ve never equated sex fun with size anyway,
but some women are built too big and some saply
stretch. With these exercises you have full
satisfaction no matter the size. I believe almost |
every woman can benefit from these —
even those who have no intention of doing the—
freaky things I do. I, for instance, took an entire —
foot inside me in one of our more artistic 8mm >
film epics, but I doubt if most housewives would || q
care for that. But, hell, who knows. Another fringe .
benefit for incorrigible masturbators like me. Tcan4
sit still with no object, finger or anything and haveZ|
multiple orgasms by just — those histty]
tuned muscles. vie

I will take time nate to pass song: onefan]

thing I did after learning muscle control. One of cf cing

my many girl friends would put her hand inside|

me; first a couple of fingers, then three, four, and ¢
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 Then oiePare openner foes oa give those on .
muscles a crazy work out. The big thrill wouldcome _
when she would yank the hand out full-fist. I felt —
those muscles inside me dancing their way backinto
control. It will open many new thrills for those
whose sex lives have gone from drab to worse. I _
_know it opened up a fantastic new life for me. p
A point to consider: allwomen aren’t built the
_ same. Much of your vagina accomplishment in the
expansion area depends on your physical structure.
aL happen to have the right pelvic make-up to
perform these freaky stunts. Not everyone is built
that way. So please don’t try to poke a pumpkin
where only a summer squash will go. Cucumbers
can be fine, by the way, and they come in all sizes. _
Most women can at least double their vaginal
capacity without difficulty. Me, well maybe I’m
something of a freak.

THE ANUS
"This involves much the same ritual as the
vaginal exercises, but for me this started out as
misery. Until I tried, Ihad never taken anything
in my ass except an occasional enema syringe,
and that didn’t exactly play back as pleasure. So
ven with my new freedom of thought, I was
missing out on this important form of expression. I
vanted to do it all, but after overcoming prac-
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 ‘With so much anxiety about exploring this
new technique, hypnotism, for me, was very —
- comforting. Chuck conditioned me to anticipate ©
only pleasure when an object penetrated that OE
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narrow and private channel. This helped, and the

‘meditation helped even more, but do you want to 4
_ know what really made this avenue of sex an open _
_ one for me: a finger-sized tubular vibrator. One
- that was liberally lubricated with “K-Y” (or I’mmoaanl
—cRia
sure Vaseline would work almost as well). The —
important thing here is that the vibrator was not _
only a small enough size, but the very function it _
performed helped relax the anal muscles. After it _
hums away awhile, it does a commendable job. So, _
if you’re as ass shy as-I was, I strongly urge you to —
buy one of these inexpensive devices to begin the _
job. They come in several sizes, and you’ll have to¥
graduate the. size again to reach — 4
proportions. = 4
When I think back on how hee I was on :
this score, it amazes me to realize what I’ve learned _
to do since. Not only did I readily learn to take the —
fattest vibrator I could find, but this entry point— PGE
ees

has become as pleasurable as all the other more —

familiar ones. I can take any man’s organ in my —
rear, and can have repeated and bombastic orgasms _
by this fucking method alone. ] mean I need a
clitoral stimulation whatever. It turns me on. as
though the back entrance had a clit ofits own. 1
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 and this works _ :
your rear end to take on all comers,
out quite easily. But by all means, especially in the
anus, do not fail to give the alternate exercise equal
attention. I mean here you absolutely must go
from large to small, back and forth to make ne :
muscles work to perfection. Why? Well,if you _
don’t you’d better wear dark brown underpants. If —
your muscles are geared only for hung penises, —
there are certain natural movements to worry ©
about. Remember, I warned you.
None of this is new. Back in those palden years =
of the Greek and Roman empires, and in ancient
China, the bodies were put to much more versatile
use than in our advanced Western Civilization.
They believedin fun and left nothing unexplored.
They believed in the beauty of the body in every
respect, including
the tedious task of plucking out _
‘every body hair with tweezers. I’m for bodies
devoid of hair, but I think shaving is a little more
onvenient, and certainly less time consuming. If I
can ever afford a slave, I may buy one just to se Lt

me clean. —
“ces

On this point I’ve read that doctors insist ‘the

patch of hair on the venus mound is essential for
comfortable fucking. It’s nature’s little soft pillow.
Isn’t that silly. Does anyone who has been fucked
the way I have, think that tuft of fuzz would pad a
man of serious action? And if nature has been so
kind to us in the West why did it leave out the
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 No...for beauty, for sexiness, for clean- |
liness ...1 say shave, friends, shave. As for itching, — |
that oily happens when it starts to grow back. If
2 |
you keep it shaved, no problem. “ail
Okay, to this point I have mastered the pussy |
and the ass, and added a couple of inches on my |
bustline. What’s left? You guessed it: the all|
important hole above the neck, the mouth. Now ;
_ this wasn’t easy, but the struggle was worth it, and il
T’ll tell you exactly how I learned to do it all. 3
Meanwhile, during the year and three months |
of training—this includes the time it took to learn |
the deep throat technique—I was having much new HW
fun. I was balling with my ass, which before was _
no-man’s-land, I could take a pair of average-sized- |
cocks in my mouth and do justice to both, and
during all the parties within this time frame, Iwas
something of an attraction. Call it what you will:|
degradation, lunacy, masochism, I call it sex. And ;i
to me, all sex is fun. oe i

DEEP THROAT TECHNIQUES :

After meeting Chuck, it soon became a _
question of whether I could do certain things, not
if I thought it was cool or not. I soon built upa
flaming desire to be best at everything. It was only. _
a matter of learning how. He didn’t bullwhip
me iy
into performing like a circus pony, I was the most a
willing pupil a teacher could ever have. Since Iwas
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 e with my eoecplimacac Non I beliegs. I — :<
one of the most highly skilled sexualists in the _
orld. What I may lack in total beauty, I make up
for in ways men never forget. And since I’ve been __
working on my physical attributes, I’m not sohard
to look at either. At least I’m improving all the
time.
_ I’m not sure why this is, and 'm got oO most
devoted - reader in the world, but the act of S
fellatio—I call it cocksucking—is something of an
American obsession. I’m told that whenever U.S.
atmies occupy a land, all the professional young — -
women have to learn something almost immedi-
ately: how to give head. I can’t analyze the
American males’ motives on this score, but I’m

ectting.blown, and I’m in America, then it must be

important to learn how to do it, and do it well.
This became my doctorate study in sex.
_ After a year’s work—and I think those who.
saw me perform in Deep Throat will probably
agree—I have become one of the supreme
cocksuckers of all time. If that disgusts you, I’m
sorry. But everyone wants to be the best in some
field of endeavor, and since I’m not exactly
material for a Nobel prize in literature or any other —
kind of brainwork, I do what I can with what I
have. Let’s get into my throat, good readers.
A rumor has circulated that I am a former
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 similarity in the ioe A big dffecee: of.|
course, is size. You can breathe around a sword, 4
but there is no way to breathe around a fat cock.4
So there is substantially more involved. q
The entire project began when Chuck referred 7
- to this geisha girl he knew in Japan. When I heard
about her abilities, I alae oc wanted to join
her ranks. In other words: “‘anything she can do, I
can do better.’’ According to Chuck, I passed her
in ability after my first week. a
As with any difficult exercise, injury can result
_ from negligence. If a man pokes his prick into a
girl’s throat without her full cooperation, it could
ruin her larynx and whatever other muscles restrict.:
the passage into the esophagus. And every girl (or
man, I suppose) will gag the first time this is tried. _
So it takes a lot of concentration on those muscles .
and a great amount of practice. .
The first time I tried, it simply didn’t work.= |
_ coughed and gagged, and very nearly threw up.
This almost turned me off completely, but with ?
some minimal help from hypnosis, I wanted to try”{
again. This time we went about it by steps. eee:
I started out with a finger in my throat. When
I could tolerate that without gagging, the finger
was agitated so that I could get used to something
moving in that sensitive area. This worked out wel
with only a couple day’s practice. I learned. during
this period that swallowing should be held back —
while an object was in the throat. This helped me
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 Ce)learn torelax |myae :
. Of course, you can breathe around a finger S00 =
zto accept an object that cuts off the windpipe
requires more work. This breathing control was
achieved by action. When giving head, I’d practice
taking it as deep as possible, backing off frequently —
to catch my breath. Then I realized the only way
full penetration could be achieved was to position
myself so my mouth and throat were in a straight _
; line—again, like a sword swallower. I managed this _
best by positioning myself on my back, lying on
the bed with my head hanging over the edge of the
“mattress. The man kneels on the floor facing me
and sticks his prick in my mouth. It slides easily
into my throat in this position, and he can fuck
away. Aha.. . success. From then on, it was a
pe of trial and error.
I kept taking it deeper and ee eta blishing
hythm with the strokes of the cock. On his back
stroke, I’d take a breath. From here, it was a
matter of accommodating size; but once the cock
_passes the throat muscles, length is no problem.
_ The physical part of the act is really quite
‘simple. It’s the mental problem that has to be
overcome. It just isn’t natural for something to be
poking around in that area, and your head tells you ©
so. Thus, the gagging.
I never quite upchucked, myself, but I almost _
did. A girl friend of mine ruined a perfectly —
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— she had had onlya few minutes caer ‘came
4 > out 4
all over the guy’s lap. This is one girl who will |
probably never try it again. |
Of all the tricks I can do witht my Belge I |
actually found the throat technique easiest. It took’ a
_ much practice, but this kind of work I enjoy. The _
other muscle programs demanded much more _
extensive muscular discipline. But none of it is
easy, as many of you will probably discover. =
I will say this, however; it might be worth the _
initial gagging for the girl whose man likes head,
and who is repulsed by the taste. You taste none of . 4
the semen once it bypasses the mouth. In fact, you +
don’t even feel the load flushing down your —
esophagus. The only way you know he’s coming is __
by the muscular spasms you feel in hoekas mouth
from his cock. ag
The deep throat technique took me about two
months to master. The entire bodily program I
went through in preparation for my debut in the 4
movie, required one year and three months. Tome _
it has been well worth the work, and I nee up ee
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_ THE MAKING OF DEEP THROAT
Somewhere during this conditioning period, Chuck
became involved in porno movies as a cameraman. —
On some of them I managed to get work as a still
_ photographer. When the time was right, I offered
_my services as an actress, if you know what I mean?
It wasn’t easy, as unbelievable as it seems now. _
_ Those porno cats don’t go around tossing.
- $75-a-day performing fees to just anybody. But my
_ chance finally came. I was pretty good in the first,
better in thessecond, but by the time I had finished
seven of them, I was something of a comer (no
_ double entendre intended). What I mean to say is, I
_was damn good.
Porno films, by the way, are usually the
product of very small operators. Some are shot in
basements, in bedrooms, anywhere there is room
_to get a bunch of swingers into focus. Maybe, for
_the sake of those interested in getting into a nice
profitable sideline, I’ll explain how it works. I’m
talking about the 8mm operations now, not a
hat
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 production like DeenThroat.“These are the fi
you can buy at almost any paperback bookstore§
_ today. They run from twelve to fifteen minutes. _
A typical setup might involve a couple of.guys” 4 :
anda chick or two. The cameraman is usually the a |
director, lighting man, producer; every thing on the jl
technical side. He will make from $200 to $500 for ;|
an unfinished roll, but he has to pay his people. So-i
on the day of shooting, he will usually have enough .
talent on hand to make three or four films. The 4 —
< couples are interchanged for the different stories. — .
So if he has four actors, he will have to pay them SS
;
che
ny

each a minimum of fifty dollars for the day. .

Immediately he has invested two hundred dollars. |
If he sells the uncut and unedited rolls for Bak
‘hundred dollars each, he will have made six
hundred dollars from the day’s shooting. That’s if
he puts together four complete movies. Subtract :
maybe another two hundred dollars for the raw ie
- film. So he is left with about four hundred dollars.
But to be able to sell his rough product, he has a
—
to be well-known, and very good at his work. Tfhe
edits and processes everything, he will have an
investment closer to $1,000. This isn’t always easy
I mean the processing. It’s a cinch Eastman Koda
won’t do it. You just have to go “around to th
different labs and ask them. But ifthe product is
- less than excellent, you simply won't sell it to
distributor. Quality is more and more importan’
today, and the participants in the films must be

aa:
 utstanding iin
7 dois:asach as ability.
_ Close-ups of the action are hard to light and
keep in sharp focus. That’s why most porno |
_ producers are experienced cameramen. If you have
_ to hire a professional to do this end of it, you'd
better be sure of your deal with the distributor. It
_ costs plenty. Also, while these films are finished in _
_ 8mm, they are shot with a 16mm camera on half _
_ the width of the film. That’s because the
_ processing equipment for commercial movies is set
__up for that size. So you can’t shoot the films on
= your Brownie and expect them to be sold. The
_ 16mm film is split by the processor, and made into
_ 8mm finished reels. .
a If you are lucky enough to end up with a good
product after all this, you can sell it. Just ask
around until you find the man with the money, —
_ but you'll have to talk to a lot of people. I guess —
- you’d start with the man from whom you buy
porno movies. If he trusts you, he may lead you to
S a man who will know the next man, and so on.
_ There is much secrecy, needless to say, because,
hell, you may be a cop. Pretty chicks and new
_ ideas are the keys. If you have these going for
- you—with quality production—you will eventually
meet the man. Good porno films are very hard to
find.
ae Of course, the people I worked for were
experienced professionals, but I thought I’d
a include the information about the business for

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those who aie ‘be nied All seve
films I made were of excellent quality.
There were two of these 8mm epics. thatmade a
ae noticable. One of them included my newly —
acquired deep throat technique, the other put to |
use those long months of work needed to expand —
my pussy. Both of them were quite successful. The Hl
pussy expansion act was used in a story conceived z.
-by Chuck, and I'll outline the basic plot, if that’s
what you want to call it. But I'll save that for a
minute. ee
- The interesting thing was that aespite my
ny
underground successes, the biggest name in the
business at that time couldn’t see my potential. ’m —
talking about Bunny Yeager, the model ‘turned 4
_ photographer, turned producer. She was shooting
an X-rated 35mm feature, on which Chuck had a
technical job. I read for the various parts but was
turned down. I guess since they felt sorry for me
they did give me a bit part, and that was exactly —
what it was. With all my recently acquired sex
talents, I ended up in one small scene seated on as
- couch with a couple of other girls. That was it; no-
‘isded
ih
Re
ol
Be
sit

fuck, no suck, no nothing. Bunny just didn’t think

I had what it took to manage anything ‘more
important. I wonder if she’d pay me $75 a day
now. Deep Throat has grossed six million dollars at. |
the time of this writing, and is still going strong. :
Before I ‘describe the circumstances that put
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 lay I mentioned before. They say it was way
s ahead of its time. It was called, The Foot, and
ie
here’'s how it went.’
The camera opens on a foot, right? From its
_ Surroundings you know it belongs to a man who is
_ just waking up in the morning. You know, the toes
_ are wiggling kind of; there are sheets and pajamas.
Next you see the foot taking a shower. It dries off,
and puts on a sock and shoe. Around the ankle, by.
the way, is one of those bracelets with a “‘smile”’
face on it. Okay, next it is seen walking along a
sidewalk, until it enters an apartment house and
_pauses in front of a door. The door opens and I’m
_ there to greet whoever belongs to the foot, get the
‘picture? What I’m saying is, you see me, but never
any part of the man except his ever-present foot.
Money is exchanged and he comes inside. Off come
_the sock and shoe,
and the foot is in my bed. The
- foot caresses my tits, belly, and pussy, and even
_ sticks a toe in my ass. Me? Well, I kiss it with all
the affection of the good whore I’m portraying,
until it is aroused enough to get on with its real
-mission. It finally gets busy at my pussy and does a
real number. First a toe penetrates, then several
toes, and finally the whole foot is inside me,
_ pumping like mad with long heavy strokes. By the
jerky motions, you, the audience, realize ““come”
time is near. At the big moment, the foot pops out
of me and comes all over my stomach. We rigged
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 ewe without hol. What we ne was. conceal a
controlled tube of evaporated milk and egg-white, |
and at the given signal, a technician gave the bulb_ 4
the necessary squeeze. But the effect is really |
_ believable. Anyway, the film ends with the
swinging foot slowly ‘slipping on its sock, and ;
lacing up its shoe. It walks out the door. _ q
Everyone called that production an artistic
‘success but a_ bread--winning failure, It was theJ
other film in which I did my deep throat bit, that—
il
alerted Damiano Productions, the company that
eventually did Deep Throat. Just before that, I
accompanied Chuck to Bryan, Texas, where he had 1
an extended aerial photographic assignment. We >
only lived there a few months, but since that time I ;
listed Bryan as my home town. No reason really ;‘itsi
just seemed the thing to do. oe 2=
When we arrived in New York in December of
1971, Chuck got the job as cameraman for the —
next tha Damiano was doing. I signed on as the
script girl. Well, things began to happen. They saw
what I had done in that one short porno film, and —
_ changed all their plans. I was elevated from script
girl to star almost- overnight. The story was":
rewritten so the film would be centered. around: me-
and my extraordinary fellatio talents. ae. <a
My pay was a towering $1,200 for theeepic
east a and iin the porno business ~— bread i
 No, ae teak the ether and I was Osea to set it. Even a
;though I haven’ ’tgone into detail on the financial —
ups and down of my adventures in Florida, there
were many times I made meals out of mustard and —
- catsup sandwiches. The pay I got for Deep Throat
a was, for me, something like the “great train —
robbery.”
All the hasdeore stuff was shot in New York,
_ where the porno movie stars are headquartered;
later, we shot a couple more weeks in Florida. The
final result appeared to be a complete Florida |
_ product, because it was planned to appear that —
~ way, but you can’t get too far away from the
Y performers, and when it comes to studs who can
- do their thing on camera, New York has always
_ been the place.
It’s an interesting thing about most men. They
_ beg to act in these films, swearing they’re the
- sturdiest male animals on earth. I’m sure most of
them are capable of great things when they’re
es snuggled down in their own comfortable pads, but
turn a camera on them and some of the very best
¥ of them go baby-soft. It happens all the time.
It takes a special brand of man to perform in
_ porno flicks, and strangely, many of them are
- homosexuals. At least half, I’m told. They’re the
ones who are the most exhibitionistic. If they’re
_hung, they love to show their wares. They can build
-.a sufficient hard-on, too, as long as it doesn’t have
to go to work on a girl. Then, you have to ©
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chores. ie of the cocks seen. inhe nie atti,eh
close-ups don’t belong to the guys seen leading | up —
to the action. And, whether the leading men are
- gay or not, there is a truth in porno flicks that is
_ seldom disputed: the ones that can act, can’t fuck, 2
and vice-versa. In Deep Throat I think there were
about twelve men in the cast, but there were one
six cocks that did all the close-up action.
- There’s another illusion I can explain now. ite1
the same movie I appeared to be having sex with —
about a dozen different guys, while in truth, only —
three different cocks were involved. One of thos %@
big ones, by the way, was Chuck’s. His _—*never
appeared on camera. i
The guy who played the vsyohienic: in the
movie is an exception to the rule. I think he could
ball at high noon in Macy’s window, or center stage
on the Johnny Carson show. He’s a pretty good —
actor and does it all. There’s another baller in the oi
trade nicknamed “‘Come-on-cue Rob.” They eh :
_ is phenomenal.
It’s a known and unfortunate fact that porno”
directors have little regard for nature. Just when ne é
guy works his way up to a giant climax, the —
director invariably yells, “Cut! Not yet!” Well,—
Rob can shrug, let his meat droop, eat.a cup of ice
cream, and when the director is ready again his
dong shoots up like it’s attached to a string. Tay
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 Girls ine thesejerkoff films coal, saricand
hey do earn it—about $75 a day. The poor guys,
yho really do the most work, get really lousy pay:
en’s lib should look into this injustice.
_ But when I say work, I mean it—and that goes
for actors, actresses and crew members. Shooting
begins at the crack of dawn, and seldom halts. -
before midnight or later. No union; no overtime.
The crews, God help them, get a flat $250 a week.
Tm sure that must work out to about thirty cents
an hour. No. . the ones who make the bread in
the porno eke are the guys upstairs, and that,
somehow doesn’t seem quite fair. I worked for
peanuts—or penises maybe—but I believed I would
reach greater heights. At least it seemed worth a
try. Maybe it’s that way with most of the girls.
me In this industry there is no such thing as doing
just one job either. Crew members sometimes
double as performers, and always as extras. And if
you wonder why some of the gals in these films are
‘a shade short of glamorous, consider the hours
they put in. Often they are up and shooting after
no more than two or three hours sleep. And there
are no such things as makeup men or hairdressers.
The girls are on their own. I don’t recommend
| porno” films as an easy way to turn a-doliar. If
money was the consideration, a girl would do
better hanging out in the better vacation spots
waiting tourist tricks. .
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 that these films are one bigdiesen gang-bang
and sex orgy. No way. It is absolutely forbidden
for any participant in a porno film company to
mix off camera. Dating is grounds for firing. No.
producer will tolerate this. It makes for too many|
time-wasting problems; jealousy, fights, who knows
what else? . !
Also, there is no ass slapping or titty touching |
going on. It’s business, and ‘strictly so. The
performers are to be treated with respect, and the
crew better believe it. As sex-oriented as I am, I am |
really quite shy among strangers. I dress in private, :
and undress only for the camera. When I ball, it’s |
+ with friends only. No one chooses me. I choose
them.
And while I’m on this Sibiect. I should sled|
point out that my known sexuality turns off men
who have reputations for being super-studs. Men |
back off a bit when they can be compared to |
others by an expert. I’ve tried this a few times just
to see. At a party a guy may come onstrong, but |
the minute I say: “Okay, cool... let’s do it,” it|
becomes a big joke. You see, they would have to |
prove themselves, and might rate a low score. No |
man wants to be put in a position where he might |
have to question his manhood. Remember this, all |
you aggressive-type women’s libbers. Tarzan is
Tarzan—Jane is Jane. a
I keep assuming everyone knows the story of
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 ins the basic sheWe abollta youngpa
om can’t. get into the sex program that seems to
‘thrilling all her friends. She tries and tries but
thing turns her on. Her sympathetic, hip
oommate — does all she can to help, including
lanning a sex marathon with se boy friend she _

_ They do their nite tothe girl, finally eying:a :

sandwich act with the girl’s anus and vagina being _
ised to fullest advantage; nothing. The answer is
inally discovered by a somewhat quackish doctor,
0, in the course of his own bizarre explorations,
discovers something quite unique. The sex-troubled
young lady has a misplaced clitoris. Instead of
eing tucked into the neat boat in the lips of the
gina, it’slodged instead, ——- inches down her

: The doctor felos, her persolially. ut: this is

ifficult for him since he already has a nurse who
leeds balling. But, after all,he isa doctor, and his
enevolence is uncontested. The girl takes a job as
| physical therapist once her own problem is
olved. She wants to help others who might have
. ilar problems. She does nice things to several
uch patients, but always has an eye out for the
erfect male. ‘This man, according to the rotor
nusthave at least a nine-inch cock.
Quite’ by accident, while assisting aMr. Meek |
vith his rape fetish, she finds what she has needed
llher life: her perfectly hung mate. She shows the

-s
audience exactly ow this huge ae can ‘betaken
to tickle the deeply hidden clit: My deep throat |
technique is finally put to full nid ac in full|
35mm color.
In the last ‘chapter I explbined how |
positioned myself for the deep throat sucking act. I
put my head over the edge of the bed, and the guy|
knelt before me to fuck my throat upside down.|
This got to be pretty routine with me after many
months of practice. But as you can imagine, this|
position isn’t very photogenic. In other words, it’s |
a bad camera angle. So to satisfy our demanding |
director, I had to set my whole-act, and this
wasn’t easy. ]
It’s impossible to perform the act unless
there’s that straight line from mouth to throat—
like a sword swallower—so how could we arrange
it? Well, we tried it every conceivable way until we
at last found the proper position for the camera to
catch it all. It amountedto a modified 69 position,
with my body kind of flat against his chest. I
struggled at first but it began to work and work
well. Once I got with the program, it became easier .
and easier, until I forgot I was doing my thing in an
unusual position. When I felt him straining with
excitement, I had to put his throbbing cock all the
way down. If you saw the movie you know I was
successful. When that shot of come blasted forth, I
was. tempted to gulp it down. After all, I had
earned it, hadn’t I? But that wasn’t what the

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I can E “describe. ee ‘reat it felt ‘to ‘tase ce

ught the big scene about in the first take. If L ee
looked happy with that gob of thick come all over —
ny face, it was true. I loved it, wallowed in it, ae
avored it. It was the crowning achievement of ny a
sexual life. The most common question I hear
today iis: “Do you enjoy your work?” 245
__ A silly question. If I didn’t love whatIdid, no
money on earth could make me do it. Like my
york? Friends, loveSoey second of it... on and
camera. HS

sSo.we eound up the porno stuff in New York,

nd flew to Florida. There, we shot all exteriors and
nany ‘interiors. We shot at a nice home in Fort
auderdale, and at a mansion near Miami. The
Al derdale place belonged to a young guy whose.
nly interest was getting into the chicks, right? He —
tried every deviceto make us. He brought cute
cks, handsome guys, and before we finished that
o-day shooting schedule, he was practically
egging us to stay on after our day’s work. We
idn’t, and we left him practically iin tears.
__ It wasn’t exactly the same situation during our
maining schedule in Miami. We were hosted by a
antastic human being named Sepy Dobronyi, and
is place is shrine to sex. (He, by the way, is the |
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 of Anita Ekberg because of the bronze sculpture|
did of her.) Well, the man is a winner. I’m not st )
what his business interests include, but he does livea
well. I guess he was married to a baroness at one
time in Hungary, but that’s all I really know. I
_ don’t know his age either, but it doesn’t matter. He —
is handsome, well-groomed, well-muscled and—1_|
discovered to my delight—very well hung. :a
: It wasn’t at a cast party that I discovered this,
by the way. As I said, no such parties are
permitted. I had been turning him on all week in
my brief nurse’s uniform, and the strain was
getting to him. He was following me around,
sneaking peeks under my skirts, anything to get a.
better view. I had every intention of rewarding him
for his attention and hospitality, but I waited until
the right time to surprise him. +
It was an off day for shooting, and I was one :
of his luncheon guests. After the feast, he took me
on a personal tour of his mansion. We reached his :
sleeping wing, and he very subtly directed me to
his unique bedroom. Want to know what he sleeps
in? Well, it’s an authentic Viking ship conve ,
into a bed. Now this is class, right?
Sepy said: “Do you like it?” aai
“T like it,” I said.
“Would you care to try it?” oo
“I think I would,” said I. Yaad
“Splendid,” he said. ‘Then, my dear, let's
s
s
an fuck.”’

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 And fuck we did. As I ca. ‘Seyisno
college kid, and for all I know may be a SS
grandfather, but I have yet to meet a man with
more staying power. He knew my talents and was
determined to sample them all. The dials on my
trained pussy muscles were set on fatlong and
away we sailed. After we came to a couple of __
conventional climaxes, he sampled my throat —
work, and was pleased enough to feed his seed.
Then to toss one in for good measure, he shot
another healthy shot into my ass. This, my friends,
is some kind of man. I sailed around the horn in
that Viking ship, and knew I’d been on the tour. :
niThat was a good dessert after lunch, but the —
party was only starting when we retumed _
downstairs. An added couple had joined the group,
which now numbered seven, four girls and three _
men. There was much wine, and the newcomer, —
being -an erotic dancer, naturally did her thing.
Well, if she could do it, why not the rest of us. So
all the clothes came off. We were balling pretty
good when the door chimes sounded. What Sepy | c
forgot to mention was that he had a business
meeting scheduled. That wouldn’t have been so
bad, maybe, but nobody knew that one of the
businessman’s wives would arrive early with plans
of meeting her husband. She didn’t seem too —
happy about the greeting she received from four
naked, fun-loving young chicks. When her husband
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 too comfortable Shee: He et there,po: she}
sat, glaring. Sepy joined the group about this time,{
and set us very much at ease. He, as naked as. the
rest of us, introduced everyone, and that was how i
it was. When the dancing started up again, the | |
i
‘super-straight wife didn’t hang around very long.
Pay
She just seemed to disappear. “
Sepy was always the perfect host, but thei|
‘producers didn’t appreciate some of his peculiar- \
ities. As I mentioned, we shoot from dawn to |
midnight on many days, and Sepy didn’t care for |
this. No matter what the director had in mind, |
Sepy had a mind of his own. When he had had |
enough of this movie-making nonsense, he didn’t
scold or even hint. All he did, when he wanted to
call it a day, was cut the master electrical switch,
plunging everything and everybody into total |
darkness. I rather admired that. 1
As far as the filming schedule went, all was on
time, and the movie came in on the anticipated
date of January 31,1972... There , were = no}
temperament problems either, but there were a few.
very minor delays. Several times, we had to stop.|
shooting—and I swear this is truae—because certain
crew members had to take leave to do something
about their uncomfortable erections. I felt kind of
sorry for them, and rather regretted the no-
fraternizing rule. Think of the benevolent services I
|
could have performed. Nothing, I always Sk istog |
good for the troops. |
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aaa
fermi
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 The aftermath of the movie. making, turned a
t to be kind of interesting. I collected my
200 and ‘started searching the horizon for the
next gig. Occasionally, I wondered how the film
was doing, but no word filtered down from. the
people at Damiano Productions. I knew it was
released in June, but no word, nothing. About
mid-August word started getting around that pay
dirt had been struck bythe producers. Then, a call
finally came. I was invitedto return to New York. _
i They, of course played it down, but admitted ©
they were interested enough to put me on option.
They would give me one hundred a week to stay
out of all other movies—or anything else for that
matter—for six months. I had nothing else going at
the time, so I accepted the contract. I had never in ©
my life been paid that much money for doing
nothing. The contract stated that’ the film they
were planning had to be shot within the bounds of
the option. Around March 1, at option time, they
; were ready to get started. By this time I knew that
| Deep Throat was soaring high, so I hired a lawyer
(0 give me some advice. Without going into heavy
| detail, I ended up agreeing to a second film for
substantially more than the first. Not big bread but
ot peanuts either. So we got into Deep Throat II.
_. By this time the wheels at Damiano were really
Igetting generous. They waved a three-year contract
(at me, with a $25,000 yearly guarantee. I thought
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i profusely: but. 4 alsolaughed ie
_ bye-bye. -
Even though an abecapt ‘was ‘made Pe keeptha| |
news from me, I knew what we had done. ‘We had |
revolutionized the porno film industry. No ‘longer ||
‘would people be satisfied with whorish broads and |
fat pimply-assed men fornicating in somebody’sSs :
borrowed bedroom. To stay with the pack, money :
and talent had to be shown. Our movie demanded |
a story line, music, a touch of humor and quality |
aT |
_ lighting and photography. The films. that have fest |
than this are hurting badly.
I can’t take credit for the using of Deep
Throat. on the technical side, but I had something |
to do with the quality of the performance in front |
of the camera. No Academy Awards for acting, of
course, but considering my other talent, I did my|
lines adequately, I think. I was understood. And|
the sex, of course, came naturally—after _ long
__ months of practice and training.
I’ve seen Deep Throat about seven or eight|
times now, and I enjoy watching myself.. To tell
the truth it makes me kind of horny. But that’ §
- what it was planned to do, right? Well, it does its
job. If the sex turns the star on, it must be pretty
good. The funny part of it is, I don’t pay any)
attention to the way I deliver my lines. I’m waiting.
for the sex stuff to pick up. Then I get a little
- critical here and there. Maybe if Thad faced” the
camera a little more with the come> dribbling downi
Re 2 § i
|
ie with | me. os going to face and suck oe .
nd better as| my film career progresses, The eee
 THE WORLD DISCOVERS LINDA LOVELACE
When my fame or infamy started to catch up with
‘me, it was a real weird trip. I mean everybody
tarted talking about me and the movie, and it was,
vell, unbelievable. I mean getting the very first
ecognition. You know, people walking up to me
in a restaurant or a hotel lobby, and asking for an
autograph. “Who me?” I felt like saying. I just
-couldn’t believe it. Part of the surprise was the way —
ll of it kind of sneaked up on me. :
The first real idea I had of the film’s success
-was when the operators of the Pussy Cat theater —
chainin Hollywood, asked me to make a personal —
“appearance for their West Coast premiere. That was
n November of 1972. The movie opened in two_
undred theaters the previous June, in thirty-two
ifferent cities, I guess it was; but no real national
ublicity had begun. At least I hadn’t seen much of
cA happily attended the premiere and was paid
,0re for saying “Hi,” than I had earned in all my
‘movies combined. It was a real trip.
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A oe ee movie, so. Ikind:ofscrmmudied dawid|
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- geady to crawl under the seats if people started i |

throwing things at me. But it wasn’t that way at|

all. Three times during the movie the audience.|
stood up and gave standing ovations. I -was_ ‘a |
success and so was the movie, and dozens of |
reviewers said so. I would say ninety-nine percent of :
the. write-ups were favorable, and this for the most |
explicit—or, dirtiest if you wish—movie ever shown ||
in first-run theaters . .. or anywhere, aig It =a |
in Ls point of view. q|
I didn’t know how to act or what to say, anta
guess it was just as hard for those who were trying |
to interview me. So many were kind of uptight
about how to lay the questions on me. In almost |
all my interviews, there is a period of word dancing |
before the writers are put at ease. It’s as though | |
they saw me doing what I ‘did, but now that they
are confronting me, they can’t quite believe it.|
They wonder whether to say fellatio. or suck:
cunnilingus or eating cunt, you know whist I mean?
Let’s say most of them were kind of pussy-footing.
I would have liked, on many such occasions, toq
‘think of something to say that would put them at
ease, but even if I’m a sex exhibitionist, aT don’t
come on very strong otherwise. In fact, anyone:
who really knows me will tell you that Iam usually |
quite reserved and shy. I’ve done some i
_ things in public that = contradict this, but that’s
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 sually because L have been. with a who
rings me out of my shell. I have to be led.
Well, with all my worry, I’ve neverr been Ss
treated badly in a write-up. I know of one instance
_ where the writer was determined to tear me to
- shreds: she told me this. But after trapping afew | :
_ hours, we became very close and Hendy. Theo
story, in a very prestigious woman’ s BEB SEARE, =
_was fair and honest.
-T’ve been told that thisis in part responsible
2 the huge success of Deep Throat. They-say mm
_just not the type for that sort of thing; not in looks
or in behavior. Well, I can’t pass judgement there,
_ since I’m the one they’re talking about. I can only
say I know where my head is, and it’s on pretty
_ straight.
: I’m still never ‘quite sure
s when to use names in
personal reference, because I am aware that a very
dangerous element of society thinks of someone
like me as some sort of depraved and dangerous
criminal. So, even those celebrities who have
endorsed me personally, may not appreciate having
_their kind words made public.
_ For this reason I’m a bit reluctant to mention ©
some encounters that would make interesting
reading. I’m not talking about the ones who are
trying to test my sex skills either, although that
could be part of their interest. I’m referring to
doors that have opened with no strings attached. :
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 ee in many oF the top magazines. ‘|
_ was Oui; Playboy and Esquire followed. of course
= the movie was reviewed or discussed in most of=|
them, especially when the reactionaries started to |
close down some of the movie houses where it was, )
playing. 5 3|
It still fascinates me how, often, one judge will
close down a theater, while a hundred miles away
the same movie is enjoying prosperity without
- harassment. New York City, for instance, closed _
down the Deep Throat run on a judge’s personal —
decision, while Binghamton, a two-hour drive
away—in the same state—keeps packing themiin. A
grand jury in the latter small city decided. the |
_ movie was okay. How do you figure that? It’s the|
eres
same story all over the country. What’s good for
one goose, is damaging to a a gander,or
- something to that effect. oe |
‘As far as I’m personally concerned, it doesn’t
matter whether Deep Throat continues to run or
not; not in a monetary way, at least. But I think itq
has to, or we are in trouble. “Big Brother’ is alive.
|
and well, and living in Washington.
So with all the controversy, I don’t quite know. .
how to act. Am I expected to hang my head in
shame, hide from roving cameras, or stand up
straight and enjoy my strange brand of public.
recognition. ’'m sorry if certain people want to
- condemn me, but I guess I can’t blame them for
their attitudes, but the answer is oPfaa” if you are:
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 “Don’t laugh, I don’t have to do much typing anyway.
| My talent’s decidedly in other directions.”
 i

“Of course, when I was a baby things were different—

you'd be surprised at what a quiet childhood I had.”
“At two years of age it looked like golf
might be my game... then I tried skiing.
Guess I’m more the indoor type, even
then.”
“Even at Christmas and Easter things
were kind of quiet around our house.
Santa Claus and Easter bunnies are nice,
but eee ue
“Aren’t I the saintly looking gal, with
beads, robe and nearly a halo. My gradu-
ation robe’s a bit more stylish . . . but
definitely not the real me!”
“My high school portrait. Definitely getting a sexy gleam
in my eyes, aren’t I.”
“Then one morning I wake up and I’m in the movies!”
“*. . and posing for pinup and publicity photographs (in
itchy sweaters).”
“It sometimes gets cold on location,
especially with my kind of wardrobe .. .
I like to read during breaks, too, to keep
up to date on what’s new and sexy.”
“In case you didn’t notice in my last film, I do have a
rather good profile.”
/“If P’m dressed at all, my favorite duds are see-through
|shirts and my old, faded and patched dungarees.”
“Sometimes it’s more comfortable without the shirt...at
least the neighbors haven’t complained yet.”
“On the rocks at Malibu. .. some beach-
bum I am, with my gown and fancy
hairdo.”
“Nothing like a shower afterwards. Or before ...even |
during! It’s the second-best pick-me-up I know.” |
“Scuse me, folks, it looks like we’re just about ready to
shoot another scene...”
 ing if | enjoy my fame. ae :
When people come up and ask fer autographs,
assume without hesitancy that they like me, and _
admire 1
me. I’m sure many of them really don’t feel_
this way, but that’ s what I think. I think this —
ecause of the kinds of things they say tome when ©
ey step up. “Keep up the good work, Linda,” —
ey might say. “I saw your movie and you were_ :
great,” is another remark I often receive. But many
women become quite intimate in their message. oS
just how do you do it, dear?” they ask. It’slikel
ve a special, secret recipe for bouillabaisse OF is
jomething. It’s fun, and I love it. ee
- Now, since so many magazines are running
ictures of me, I’m quite often recognized, and I
must confess that I kind of glance around when I —
x ‘into a. supermarket or some such plate, “Hey,
gang,” I feel like saying. “It’s me...Linda
welace . . . you know: Deep Throat?” baa
. So Sopfuture interviewers who wonder if I
hide or deny my identity in public, there is my —
Official answer. Also, for those who ask—usually __
imidly—if I’m kind of embarrassed to see myself
loing those...uh... thingson the screen, the _
swer is no. I think I look quite fetching with —
those healthy young cocks in my mouth. I have a
feeling 1 feel about the same as Chris Evert when
she sees a film of her latest tennis conquest. I bet —
he says to herself: “Hm...not bad.” That’s
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. perbac. Bee | might say to myself put be A |
bad.” al
After the resounding success of.Bice Throat |
q
around the country I went back to Florida and
|
_ waited for things to happen. Again silence. Then I q
started to find out why. The people at Damiano —
were shielding me from exposure, and all for what —
r

I assume were their own selfish purposes. Reports i_j

- came back that they were telling the press and | 4

others that I was a very difficult person, that 4:|

didn’t want to be bothered, or couldn’t be reached. )
I was still on their $100-a-week retainer,
option, or contract, whatever it might be called;
and they didn’t want me to get any grand ideas. it )
I learned what a hot property I was becoming, I ;|
_ might try to nail them for more money on the |
second movie... which, of course, I did. When >
they offered me an exclusive three-year cone
guaranteeing $25,000 a year, I simply wasn’t 4i
interested. My lawyers said there were two courses |
_ of action I could take: I could refuse to honor my
prevailing contract for the sequel to Deep Throat,#|
and go to court. Or, I could fulfill the contract and ~
i
let the option run out, and if I made the movie |
there would have to be more money. I chose the |
latter route with the bargaining power I had at
command. They had me signed for a movie, but
_ there were no stipulations about appearing nude or— |
doing my thing. If they didn’t raise the ante, I
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 my mouth anda chastity belt icked ood
pussy. Sg managed to get a little more bread, oS— :
eedless to say: about five times what they wanted Ree
© pay me.
ee was at epprokinucely this time that AP
Goldstein |was trying to sign me for his movie, but I —
wasn’t interested. Let’s just say the script left me : S
old. Well, as I mentioned earlier, what left me __
old, turned Goldstein hot under the collar. That
arked the day that his magazine, Screw, started
screwing me. I wanted to sue them for their untrue
allegations, but my lawyer advised against it. He — ‘
said the magazine meant nothing in the straight e
world, and to the Screw readers—who are very
important to me—it wouldn’t matter either. His
contention was that those readers are much too
sophisticated to believe ridiculous claims, and too
harp to believe it was really me in that bestial
photo. So it was ‘ignored, and it didn’t hurt me,
and now, thanks to this book, I can tell the faith
This brings us to about January of 1973, and
hile I was fuming at Goldstein, the judges here. _
nd there were fussing about the running of Deep —
Throat. One fine sunny day in Miami, I received a
all from an FBI agent named Bill Kelly. He
vanted to discuss the case against the movie that
s being put togetherin New York. He came by ©
eral times, and wasn’t very pleasant. He was _
ting heat, I guess, because they thought the
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- had no answers to, offer. Se he had —no}

knowledge of the film at all. He wanted me to fill
him in, I guess. cog|
I told him the truth as I’ve sited itHep, The:
porno stuff was shot in New York, and the rest was}
_ made in Florida. I had nothing more to offer than}a
that. He looked at the old car I had, and suggested |
that I couldn’t be in on the profits if I had wheels|
that old. All he wanted was my cooperation in the}
t

forthcoming proceeding in New York. Nope, a

‘said, not interested. So he said: “Now I’m not!
threatening you, but how would you like two FBI!
agents to wake you in the middle of the night and)
take you physically to New York to testify before|
a grand jury?” Does that read like a threat to you? |
It did to me, kind of. e ||
What they were trying to do is use me as|
_state’s witness I guess, or who knows what. But it)
didn’t happen, even though he kept bugging me}
until I left Miami. Where did I go? To New York
But not for the FBI. I went to begin shooting a
Deep Throat I. ;
There are so many favorable articles regarding 3
the banning of the.movie, I had trouble picking a!
quote that said best what I have often thought. |
Pete Hamill, writing for the September 1, 1972|
issue of New York Magazine said it quite wal I
think, when he referred to the audience watching }
Deep Throat in New York. He said he wasn’t |
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 “J can’t say what it did for other people inthe
dience, but that is their business, and certainly —
t the state’s...None of them that day had
bombed a peasant village, created a Brownsville or
South Bronx, or poisoned a river. They were
there alone, trying to find a way to get through the :
ght. And to waste time, energy and money on
riving them of one of their needs isa brutal
enterprise indeed.” :
The way it stands now, at fen in New York
City, is that the film is awaiting a decision by the
preme Court, to determine if a cop and a single
judge can decide a movie is obscene without giving
he theater owner a hearing. I have no idea what
will come of it, and it’s possible, Isuppose, that by
ihe time you’re reading this I might be caressing
my lonely clit in a jailhouse somewhere. If they —
slose down Deep Throat, | have a hunch it will ©
mark the beginning of the new era of American
uritanism. Hooray for Nixon, Shirley Temple and
all good God-fearing conservatives sea Oia
Let’ s get the witch hunts started again.. . time is
-Tunning out.
_ AS I was thinking just then of witch hunts, it
arted a chain of thought that led to the satantic
itual my Deep Throat fame brought me into. I,
gain, was only a spectator, but I know you'll be
interested iin what I saw.
There is a socialite in Miami named Michelle,
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 underground swinging ae I was never invited untill
Deep Throat gave me a freaky label. But one day et
was called, and the date was set for my ae |
indirect experience with sadomasochism.
\
First of all, Michelle has a fabulous medieval
dungeon of a house, with wrought-iron and chains, :
stone walls and huge ceiling beams. It’s like
something out of a Dracula movie, and what goes
on there isn’t far different. You see, Michelle is
something of a sadist, and has a wide assortment of
whips, sticks and cat-o-nine-tails to prove it. She
always sets up for her performances with incense |
and candles burning in positions to send scary
shadows over the stone walls. She decks herself out
in a flowing robe, or sometimes nothing at all, to
begin the show. I guess it’s what a black mass is.
like. 5
With loud and oon music playing, she ne |
in her subjects of the evening. Michelle is no older
than her mid-twenties, and she is gorgeous. Her
victims are always very young, perhaps eighteen or
nineteen, and she never seems to be at a loss for
participants. They, too, are always extremely
beautiful girls. +
Michelle binds them with cord or ‘pelts, |
sometimes in a crouched position, often, spread—
eagled on their backs. The girls are her complete
slaves, as though they’re hypnotized or something.
Michelle whips them ferociously on their asses,
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 be in. As she whips away, she 1moans —
ngs ike,- “Wouldn’t. you just love
to eat my u
eet, juicy cunt? Would you love to Beta fat, hard oe
ok up your cunt?” Things like that. -¢ <<.
; She has all sorts of dildos around; the one she i
the ‘first night I was there, was a huge wax —
idle about five inches around and maybe — -
rteen inches long. It had the head ofamonkon
e side and the head of a cock on the other. At —
right moment, after the girl pleaded with =
ugh emotion, Michelle jammed the phallus into
widened cunt as far as it would go, and plunged __
in and out. Other times she would make the girl
| her cunt lips wide, while Michelle let hot wax _
drip into the opening. Another trick was to put a
yurning candleinto the girl’s cunt, positioning her
such a“way that the wax would not drip if she
n’t move. But when Michelle tired of watching
the subject’ s steadiness, she would give her prods
th her foot to make damn sure the wax dripped
wn, filling the ies around the base of the —
dle.
T’ve seen her use girl’s hands asAes trays too.
me it, ‘Michelle. does it, and for some weird >
son thee young partners beg for more. If they
very, very obedient, Michelle will reward her —
laves by peeing on them, or allowing them to eat
cunt, oon them ancy while they lap
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she used a hanéhaie dee that was varheaon n high.|
She put it into the girl’s cunt and let it blow its
furnace heat inside her. Don’t ask my why, but the!
girls all seemed to dig it. It made me think that}
_ there might. be a lot more masochists among young}
girls than most of us realize. Unless these girls were!
highly paid whores, but I doubt that. They would|
have to have been not only very special whores but}
awfully good actresses as well. 3|
Michelle’s boy friend would sometimes ‘get!
into the act by balling the chicks, but usually-he}
simply dug the action with the small gathering of
other spectators. The rules of the house, by the
way, were that a spectator must never horn in on|
Michelle’s act. You can ball each other on the|
sidelines if you want, but don’t tangle yourself up}
in Michelle’s business when she’s on. I didn’t have|
the slightest intention of breaking the rules,|
although I’ll admit I got a little excited by the}
bizarre carryings-on. To be honest, though, I doubt
if I could take that trip. When asked if there is any}
sex act I would absolutely not participate in, I|
usually say, “None that I can think of.” Well, we|
all tell a little fib now and then, right? I don’t have|
the desire to hurt or be hurt. Besides how wouldI|
look in one of our epic skin flicks with ugly wi |
welts all over my ass. y
Which, by the way, is nacthing else to talk
about. When you’re in my business, you have to}
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 . about. every form. of outdoor ‘sports, all of :&
em rough. But the big fear is bruises on the old
od. Before Deep Throat I practically wrapped
myself in styrofoam to keep the bruisés away.
Would you believe it that the day before we started — -
shooting, I bumped against a stupid bedpost and
ded up with a bruise on my hip that looked like © eS
1 d been iin scrimmage with the Los Angeles Rams?
I bet a lot of you noticed it, and how one of my —
ballers tried his best to coverit with passionate _
moves. Ahh, the problems we screen sirens have.
Since Imoved to HollywoodI could never tell
you the invitations I have had to date movie stars,
or move with certain groups. Not interested at all.
I’ve always preferred many acquaintances, but few _
close friends. That won’t change with success. I’ve
never been a party girl, no matter what I’ve been
confessing about myself. All these trips have been |
in the company of people very close and very dear
to me. I’m sure I’ll be attending various publicity
functions, but if fan magazines start linking me ©
with this star or that millionaire, don’t believe it. It
won ’t be true. :
There is one particular male star who may be
mentioned in future months, because we have
discussed the possibility of doing an X-rated film
together. If so, it might be okay to suggest we are
more than mere screen lovers. But he is an
exception, because he is already a part of my
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 hesisa achiate‘patoeour little clanis one
country’ S more prominent magazine publishers.
- Otherwise, our group is exclusive—by our |
_ standards—and small. We have ali kinds of
encounters, and may even mix into a ball now and
then, but only when we really want to. —

| love being recognized as I mentioned fe fore |=

and recently in New York I stayed for weeks at the
same hotel. The maitre d’ served us everyday until
almost the last day of our stay. Then when he |
realized who I was, he almost bit his tongue for not 4
biic
ici
ope

realizing it before. He was so nice—and so

handsome—I decided to fix him a date. I didn’t tell
him, but the girl was a very sex-loving porno
_ actress. He really fell for her, and was prepared to
begin the wining and dining routine, with hopes of
-an eventual lay. I had to break up the party early, ©
so suggested they go ahead on their own. My girl
friend wasn’t impressed with night club hopping © |
any more than I was, so she said she’d like to get to _|
bed too. The friendly young maitre d’ was |
crestfallen, but not for long. “Look” said mygirl —
friend, “I said I wanted to get to bed, but who said
anything about sleep. Would you like to fuck?”
The eyes of this darkly handsome young man _
bulged in disbelief, but he was no fool. He grabbed ;
the girl’s arm and off they went. The object of the —
story is: be nice to Linda, and she just might be et
nice to you... even if it’s in an indirect kind of og
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 § Auotier |= I was ecobnied by a pair of :
stewardesses, on an elevator ride in the same hotel. oe
It just happened they were returning from seeing __
Deep Throat. They asked for autographs, and _
begged me to carry out a practical joke with their —
ght captain. Always accommodating, I agreed, so
we stopped on his floor and knocked on the door.
He was roused from bed, and greeted us with ©
- bleary eyes wearing only a pair of jockey shorts.
He, too, had seen the movie and was as pleased as
he stews said he’d be. He had to have my
utograph before I left, and I did as I was asked. I
wrote my name in bold felt-pen-strokes all over his
airy chest. I’ve often wondered if he ruined it all
dy showering the next morning.
Such are the fun and games of being somilune
“of a celebrity. You meet all kinds of interesting
people you would never know otherwise. You ~ :
‘meet presidents of companies, movie stars, sex
freaks, and plain and simple Joe and Jane America.
“Maybe if my fame lasts I’ll tire of such nonsense
nd build a wall around me, but I don’t think so.
’m different from the typical movie personality;
almost anyone who has seen my work will attest to
that...so perhaps I will stay the way I am. I
eally want to, because people are too good to shy ©
way from. I won’t‘ball everyone I meet, butI can _
ove them just the same, in my own quiet way.
As of this writing dozens of “really big deals”
pending. There are several feature film

ADTs
 posites ‘two in the oe inee and I’ve4|
been approached to put together a dance act for |
Las Vegas. Several top television shows have laid i
_ out feelers, and there are many other magazine i ~
offers being considered. One of the things |
happening is what I’m doing right now. Aa
half-dozen or more book publishers made bids for
-my story and Pinnacle won. So far, this is one
“really big deal” that has worked out, and my — :
contract will at least assure me I won’t have to |
revert to mustard sandwiches for a while. As for |
the other things, they may all go down the drain, 2
and that’s what life is allabout. a
_- But while it lasts I’m having a ball. Ifit ends —
tomorrow I'll have something to occupy my mind 4
—
fora while. al
L could spade.g0 back to.my childhood dream

Throat? I couldn’t live in a convent unless I was ata

least recognized. I’ve been too spoiled. “8
 d.
DEEP THROAT II
TIhope you didn’t get the idea that I returned to
New York hippity-hop without any apprehension.
Tobe truthful, I was scared to death. With all the
‘fuzz on the prowl I wanted to return to New York ©
about as much as I wanted to enroll again at Maria
Regina High School. In other words: not at all. But
I had the commitment to do the sequel to Deep ©
Throat and that was whereit was being shot.
There was never a moment over the next three _
weeks when I felt safe. I had the feeling every
bellhop, waitress or drugstore fry cook was FBI in
disguise, and I’m not so sure some of them weren’t.
I know one thing: there were an awful lot of
plain-wrapper-type cars lurking around with radio
antennas, and once you meet a few fuzz, they all
seem as though cop was stamped on |their ae
foreheads. _
& If I had no fears of jail, I might have enjoyed
the little games we played, because it was a
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which wires were ee anidused tho |
~ stage conversations designed to throw the enemy 4]
off the trail. If we were shooting the next dayin —
Queens, for instance, we would set up a series of |
conversations with different crew members 3|
- coordinating shooting sequences, say, in ‘the Bronx. 4|
We were obviously successful in our ruses, because |
the expected raids didn’t occur. But we were
: always expecting it,and that’s almostas bad.
I thought it was especially tough on the men in
the sex scenes. How can a guy keep a workable |
-hard-on when he expects every sound to be cops"
starting to batter down the doors. It made for |
very uptight filming experience, nothing at all lik
the fun we had on the first Deep Throat. |
I’m not positive this is true, but I was told that 4)
ae the producers hired a guy they knew was fuzz, to fi
work in the movie. His job, I was told, was to —
infiltrate the company and tip off the outside cops
of the exact time to make the bust. The only
trouble was he never got to see any of the action. a
He would show up at the phony locations where a 4
fake camera crew would shoot some silly sceneai
involving only himself.
He was told he was sitting outside a Sdocton
office awaiting his turn for examinatio [
Meanwhile the sexy nurses were supposed to hav
turned him on to the extent that he simply
couldn’t contain himself. Of course he didn’t se
any nurses at all. They, he)was told, were filmed i
 ae sequence. ‘So Gach day fe was directed in
c7: :
t there on a bench, jerking off, with a look of —__
wild ecstasy on his face. While he sat there playing
with |himself—with a single camera grinding
away—the rest of us shot the real stuff across town |
somewhere. e
We had no fear of him It isn’t likely his
stimony would hold much weight in court, when
the only film he could swear to was of himself
jerking off, and coming about fourteen times over cs
two full days. I hope he enjoyed himself, we
certainly enjoyed having him abroad. —
_ Being a girl who likes excitement, fun, and
games, I was climbing the walls during that New
York stay in February 1973. I didn’t dare screw
around, or even allow myself to be seen much in
public. I was driven from an obscure hotel to the
set every day, and shuttled back promptly each —
night after shooting. All filming was done behind ©
locked doors, with guards posted inside and
outside the building, as well. The only actors or
crew members I had contact with, were the ones
directly involved in the shots that were in progress.
This wasn’t temperamental star ‘treatment, it was
oat jail prudence. me
_ Also, as an added subterfuge the cpodacoe

nagazines, a week or so before the actual shooting

yegan, to announce the fact that Deep Throat (Part
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for that? As I say, we just never knew. ae ee |
One thing that was happy news on my visit |
this time, was that the New York porno actors had a]—
af
formed their own tight little union. No more —
thirty-five-dollar and fifty-dollar-per-day_ rip-offs iho
;
on them. Now the minimum daily pay is one J
hundred twenty-five dollars a day with an
eight-hour-working-day, and a five-day-week. They
even managed to get two thirty-minute coffee
breaks included in the contract. = About time,” is”
. what I say.
It has always irritated me to think that the,i
owners of a film can make an easy net of at least _
- $20,000 for what the workers get a few hundred —
for, at most. I don’ t think I’m a socialist, but
believe in spreading the bread around a little better
than most of those bandits. I guarantee thi
_ performers in the first film owned by Linda
. Lovelace will be well paid. For one thing, I will
insist that new faces—and cocks, pussies and a.
asses—will be in the pictures I Sescecrs That,, of
course, costs money. a
I did manage to slip out and fake §in a coup
of shows during my short stay. Until that time t
only New York show I had seen was “Oh Calcutta”
and I liked it. This time I saw the off-Broadway
production of Machiavelli and dug that too. But
was bored stiff with the other one, and knew
would be. It was “‘Sleuth” and just not the kind of

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Once I saw how boring it was, 1 made up my
i: idto. flash the actors. Of course I never wear
iderwear, but our seats were too far apart to.
ake. itwork. I hoped to inveigle a down front seat .
tage my act for the actors on stage. But, damn_ aS
it couldn’t be done. There were some seats _
ant that would be right for what I had in mind, -
he box. office said they weren’t for sale. What —
anted to do, was catch. that leading man (you.
now the guy that played on TV in “The
ngers”), as he leaned out into the audience.
ien I was going to lift my dress and give him a
ide pussy shot, full. front. My carefully devised_
lot was a miserable failure. Back to the hotel and
trusty vibrator. = s
~The only” actor in the eqn that»was in Dew Paes
hroat—besides me, of course—was the man who
ad played the psychiatrist. We played the same oe
les in this film, but that was the end of the oe
iilarity. This picture was staged for laughsandI ~
ally think it should be funny. It depends alot on
dire ctor, I guess,Joe Sarno. They say he did
at work in his Swedish films, especially, Inga, Pa
this was his first try at comedy. As for my _ y
rformance, I have absolutely no idea. I won’t see j
wey do, and I’m not sure when that will OG
before

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Court. If it’s R, then you may miss some of my
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special talents, but the X version has me “doing |

what I do best, with a couple of lesbian scenes”
thrown in for good measure.
There were problems, of course. The ee |
—
was one. It was about eighteen degrees on the days |.
my exterior shots were filmed, and I want you to
~ know that my nurse’s uniform was not designed
for the Klondike. So I did what had to be done, i|
wore thermal, long underwear under everything. If |
I look a few pounds heavier in those scenes, you'll ||
know why. One day it was-so cold the camera
froze up, and most of the shots had to be taken
over. No, it wasn’t like sunny Florida. _ e|
Also there was the usual problem of no-shows. ¥
This made me think that if the actors in these films
want protection for. themselves they had better”
figure out ways to protect the filmmaker, too.
_ Some porno actors are not exactly noted for their
reliability, and this movie illustrates the point. On
the very first day of shooting, the girl signed to play
Nurse Smiley didn’t show up. Fortunately, a girl
set for another role took over and ended up with a
much larger part than she expected. It turned out!
well in this instance, because everyone thought she
was better than the original choice. But the second
no-show presented a major problem. One girl wag
seen all through the movie in a particular role.
When the big chase-scene comes up on the last.

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 ng, she
: can’ : be found. Now, these
n'tlike Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer and to lose.
°s shooting is to lose much of the profit. Itis
ly never done. So, against his better judgement __
d to his deep disgust, Sarno had to use another
1 to fill the vacancy. Not very good picture-
ing ethics, I guess, but what can you do? I
t say which girl was switched. I wonder if
wll notice. And this film had a $100,000 ~ :
lget; that’ s like Cleopatra1
money in porno films.
There isa single man for whom the company —
yuld be eternally grateful. He saved the day
ost every day. That’s Charlie, the production _
ager. He’s the kind of man who will literally
ak.your leg if you fail to cooperate. You despise
1 at first, until you see how capable he is.
pable— -my God, the man’s a blustering genius,
will charge in, and use any means necessary to
a shooting permit. He usually says he’s shooting
one of the top TV stations. So, we get cops to
ope off streets and hold back crowds. Ironically,
yy have no idea they’re assisting the very ee
mpany they are out to bust.
Something else Charlie did that was aoe
it,wewas getting together a hard-to-find junkman’s
"Se and wagon, complete with a pair of real
kmen. This. was for our big chase scene and
rything went perfectly. The junkmen drove like
y were in the chariot race in Ben Hur and really — :
nmed- it yp Even the horse showed spirit ee ace

Meee te)
probably hadn’t eo for ene years.| haves a
hunch Charlie might have suggested they would bet
playing major parts in an ie Taylor movie}
or something. ; Ns
Charlie’s luck also held for the bit in the}
dogsled sequence. The dogs were pulling this sled|
up to a corner, under the mushings of a real
-Eskimo—Charlie found them somewhere—when}
they decided to stop. This wasn’t scripted, but it}
played very well for our kind of movie. They lost a
Sa—
interest in the chase and began sniffing each other
and licking and even a few couplings began to take
place. The director did not yell, “CUT!” -*
Naturally every Mack Sennett type chase has |
to end up in a pie fight, and ours was no exception,
With his usual persuasive charm, Charlie conned a
pie-truck owner into the loan of his truck. “Maybe
it was for the price of the pies, I’m not sure. But |
the man did agree to let his truck be used in the
wild scene. i
Charlie neglected to mention that the road |
was scripted to get smashed into a limousine full of
make-believe Russian spies. The proud pie-truck
owner watched the entire shooting with restrained.
pride, but he began to show concern when he saw
the director setting up the crash sequence. Before.
the pie man could find Charlie to lodge a
complaint, the scene was already shot... and the
truck was sadly battered. If you expect A get your
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 : My favorite Charlie-devised coup, was the ae
.resulted in ay pace Beeeaene inthe film.

so house. ange ee. columns, and it’s

eally quite proper out of context. It was so ie
oper, in fact, that. the Franciscan monks who _
ed there consented to allow the home to be © a
filmed for.free. After all, it was for a children’s.
evision | show, wasn’t it? At least that’s what a
Charlie told them. Nothing happened inside their _ »
USE, but we shot some interesting interiors
lsewhere, that lead the audience to believe iT
ppened there. I wonder what thunder will clap —
tom the heavens when the man upstairs finds
t Linda Lovelace, Catholic-turned-atheist-turned-
ocksucker, —was apparently consorting in this ae
use of quiet meditation. ib‘wasn’t my idea. Ask —

Other Chaviesas include innocent street

awkers getting © pasted by cream pies in the
natic melee, and to the surprise of even the cast,
man wearing a gorilla suit came charging out of
he pie truck pelting everyone in sight with pies _
d scaring just about. everyone else. In addition to ©
hings like this, Charlie would simply commandeer
. passing car if one was needed, and could build a
to. professional standards in record time. Thisis
raluable man 7 our sort of production. I hope ©

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 he’s well paid. Charlie, Giok are our A
One of the best actors in pornos, as Ive
mentioned before, is the psychiatrist in both films.
He jumped from $250 for the whole movie in Deep ;
Throat, to that much a day in the sequel, and is”
worth that and more. He is professional chough—ia||
addition to his consistent balling abilities—to ease ||
less talented actors over blown lines and put :
beginners at ease. From my point of view, I dig
him most for his ready cock. When I say it’s aq
pleasure to work with him, I think you know what _ |
I mean. 4
The plot of Deep Throat (Part Two) is far too+
-. complex to condense in any real detail, so I’ll just
go over it roughly. It involves a leak of U.S. top
-secret military information to the Russians. AL
young man named Dilbert is suspected because he’s4
the man who programs the computer that holds all
the information. So it’s a matter of the FBI or the i
CIA and the Russian counterparts falling all over A
themselves to keep the secret a secret and to find
out—on the part of the Americans—-who the a : |
might be. ;
All forces converge on the psychiatriel: S office,|
where I am still a physical therapist, in the attempt i
to learn more about poor Dilbert. Actually the 4
young man’s problem is no more serious than a SCX fh
hangup with his aunt. Of course during the visits —
from the spies and counter-spies, Nurse Smiley and i
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i nota 1 spy
a atl. a
The culprit, in reality, is the computer he has
en working -with. Seems the computer, much
varter than he’s supposed to be, has become >
disenchanted with the establishment and wants to —
into the spaghetti manufacturing business. To |
the needed funds, he has been selling secret
rmation. ;
I “discovered the computer’s haman qualities iin
visit with him. Whenever I’d walk in, his antenna
ld get a wicked hard-on. Never one to pass up a.
ardcock T let him fuck me with his steel dong. It
ida huge head on it that was constructed, by the —
way, with the help of a tennis ball. I had no
rouble taking it, however. I’ve already told you
y tricks of the trade.
_ As for the sex scenes, they are plentiful, as
sual. When, as the therapist, I sneak a peek at
bert’s file, ’m turned on by his fantasies of his
t; so my boss, the psychiatrist, is called on to
se ‘my tensions. If you recall him from Deep
oat, he is a very accommodating chap. We eos
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 When: st turn Dilbert. on,the:
p pete rist anc d |
~ Nurse Smiley watch it all through a two-way
mirror, and of course, do fun things to each tied !
_ Then we get into a three-way fuck, suck, |
masturbation bit, which is climaxed by my siving |
- the doctor the deep throat treatment. q
There are also sex tangles between the friendly !
_ agents, and the sex-loving females, and a female |
Russian even enters the fun by giving and getting |
head. In another scene, the two agents lie side by |
side on the office couch. I get between them and.
jerk them off. While I’m kneeling for this action,
Nurse Smiley nuzzles her hungry mouth behind me
and gives me great head. With Nurse Smiley licking
my bald pussy, U.S. agent number three walks into
the action and socks it to her in the ass. It’s a nice
friendly little parlor scene that I suppose happens |
in practically every American home just about
every evening—fasting on Fridays, of course. |
I think I had even more sex scenes in this.
_ movie than the first, and my deep throat did what.
it was taught to do. No sore throat, ass, Or pussy. T
* didn’t even get hoarse after this epic performance.
- You see, the more your practice, the easier it gets.
Do you think they will Teally issue me a special
Academy Award for my contribution to the film:
industry? I’d really like one. The shape of the
Oscar looks just right ‘to me for fun in the tub. at
little lubricant doesn’t damage a gold finish s
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 ‘The movie ner mnelsmore aavenee. than ae
; pond but I’ve given a very rough outline. Let’s _
face it, there is a little something in it for —
ractically everybody. But the script is far better 3
than most sex films you’ve seen, and we think the
chase scene is as good as many you have seen in
million-dollar . productions. It could have been _
“more fun to make, if the weather had been just a_
little warmer, and the trail of the real-life cops had
been just a bit cooler. |
y We eae hang around New York long after
the film was “in the can,” as the Hollywood biggies —
say. We headed for sunny Hollywood where we
could hear them say things like that ourselves.By
we I mean Chuck and I, of course. He’s been my
‘silent partner more than three years now, and
together we plan to do our thing on the West Coast
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WHAT (WHO) COMES NEXT?

AtS moment I’m so mich into the excitement —

ofmy first California scene, I haven’t had time to
give the future much careful attention. Oh, I think
ibout it a lot, but I mean, I haven’t had the chance
o do anything definite. I haven’t even signed up
with an agent yet, and that’s important. In
Hollywood everything is done through agents. You
ave an agent to book nightclubs, an agent for
“movie parts, there are managers to handle your —
“personal: affairs, and I guess there are other agents
who will gladly take another ten percent to handle
ublicity. So far, I’ve been helped by friends, or
riends of friends, -and things look pretty good.
_ The biggest public exposure I’ve had on the
Soast happened recently when I attended the
Tollywood premiere of Last Tango In Paris. It was
he first time I had even come close to anything
ike that, and I was thrilled. For the occasion I had
a neat dress made. It was a crocheted wool number
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3 Oime. In fact, far deceacy's sake J wore a gold
: G-string over my pussy. That was so the kiddies at
home wouldn’t drop their homework when they”
‘saw me on television.
I was invited by Columbia Studios the
producers of the movie, and was furnished with a
huge Rolls Royce limousine for my grand entrance. |
Can you imagine that. Me, Linda Lovelace of Maria
Regina High School, being treated as royal
because of all the things I didn’t learn at school.
- Tm sure I was photographed more in one minute |
- that night than I had been photographed in my
entire life. People were waving, smiling, pointing. i©
Microphones were being pushed in my face, TV
cameras were trained on me. It was wil
unbelievable. I was told by almost everyone I know.
that I was shown on every television channel iin Los i
_ Angeles. Others said. I was taking attention away 7
from many straight actor types such ass Raquel
Welch. Bet she hates me.’ |
The single cool interview I remember was ‘com4
a TV guy who asked me: “After Deep Throat, do
you think the public is ready to swallow Last
Tango in Paris?” They get pretty sexy out here, 4
don’t they? Of course I had no intelligent oe
ready. For one thing I hadn’t seen the movie ye
When I did see it, I was glad I wasn’t asked
- immediately what I thought about |it.SS| ned
time to let it kind of sink in.
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 me up with muee aew opinions. Fiaset ofall,it-
seemed to me it was about an hour too long. There —
was great acting, no question about it, but that was _
exactly what it was: acting. The sex scenes were _
_pathetic...they lacked something important —
. namely sex. In some of the scenes I think it —
was cool to keep certain things from the screen, _
maybe to build suspense or something, but in other _
scenes where things were covered up—or toned _
_ down-spoiled everything for me. If it hadn’t been ©
written up as a super-fantastic movie, I’d probably _
have enjoyed it more, but with all the buildup it ;
got I, for one, was downright disappointed. I
almost felt it was a rip-off.
I have to. compare it with Deep Throat, since
everyone else has anyway. | say that Deep Throat
_ was an attempt to turn pornography into quality.I
also suspect that Last Tango was an attempt to
~ season quality with a sprinkling of pornography. If
this is true, it was a wipe-out.I think the perfect
_ movie would have been a happy blend of the two. _
Deep Throat needed more quality; Last Tango
needed more sex. The major studios just can’t
handle sex stuff, and I doubt if they ever will. It
will be the adventurous independent producers, I
: think, that will eventually marry the two mediums
" successfully. But in final analysis I say this: Last
Tango In Paris needed more of Deep Throat, than
Deep Throat needed of Last Tango. Deep Tango,
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But it was creat no> kidding mean the
= ‘premiere—I was. gawking around trying to see all
the famous stars I had dug for so long, and the fans" ,
were watching me. It was a blast! And the big —
dinner afterward at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel —
. well, guess who stood up to gently shake my
= hand and wish me well? None other than ‘Archie
Bunker. That impressed me, because I dig him a 4
lot. No, after my big night in the spotlights. of. |
Hollywood I really knew what a hick I really a
am. < .
_ So this is what it’s like. Hmmm. - ef
Actually, Pve done practically no pavelun =
Outside of my home state of New York, Pve lived 3
in Florida, and that brief stay in Texas. Sol have —
plenty of ground to cover, and I hope my success |
will make it possible. Somewhere there’s a groovy
island with fresh air, loving people, and really good :Seemii
vibes. I'll look around for it, but for the moment
Southern California fills my needs nicely. ’'m living
in Malibu right on the beach, and sevens ete .
_ is beginning to happen.
As I’m sitting here typing, my afind AS. 2
wandering to the TV interview I-have to go to early
tomorrow morning. I kind of worry about what t
say, especially since there'll be other people on the 4
show much more important than I am, but my a
worry bugs me. Why should I care? In fact, to calm |
my nerves I just put one of my battery-operated =:
vibrators inside my pussy. Mmmm, that’s better. —¢
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 To lista few of the ventures that are being io
talked about for me: there is the deal we are trying _
to put. together to make our own movies. That
looks pretty good. It’s just a matter of deciding
whose money to use; or rather who wants the least
return for the use of their money. There is also —
the Linda Lovelace T-shirt thing, life-size Linda
Lovelace posters (bare-assed, of course), Linda
Lovelace candy bars (Hmm, shaped like a cock
maybe . . with the soft center ready to come
ooting into your mouth with a nibble of the
lips?). I’ve been approached about writing a
monthly advice column for a big woman’s
‘Magazine, and, believe it or not, somebody has
been pestering us with calls about a porno musical
comedy they want me to do. (Sorry gang, a singerI
am not... swinger is the word; not singer.) And
that’s all I can remember right now. It seems
everyone I meet has an cuit or two, and most
sound pretty good.
' The most interest I have—besides our own
production company—is that movie possibility I
mentioned earlier. The one where I'll actually do
the whole fuck and suck scene with one of the
world’s biggest actors (in name at least). Well, we'll
just have to wait and see. An endorsement I’d most
like to do, hasn’t been offered yet. I’d loveto do
TV commercials for a company that puts out
throat lozenges. Can’t you see me holding up a box
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 you too «can suck coke alltay while hubb:
can. You won’t even be hoarse if you take one of
these cough drops after each deep throat orgasm.”
I don’t know about that though. Maybe = I ahead
of my time.
No matter what thee Seay earners come
along, I will definitely get into film production.
Chuck Traynor and | have ideas that wea
-must explore.
Deep Throat has been ‘referred’ to as “the
Godfather of porno films, whatever that means. A
guess that refers to its resounding success due to its
quality and frankness. Well, we expect to go several
- steps further. Porno movies will eitherbe in or out,
depending on the court actions of the next year or
so. If it goes out, then we'll grind out a few of the—
sexiest and most sensational porno movies ever
made . . . to make sure it goes out with a blast. But
if the Sours rule that it can stay, then we will take
full advantage with. everything at our command,
good writers, big money, top direction, and
photography. We’ll make it hard for the other
‘porno manufacturers to compete. The biggest thing
we have going for us are my special talents, and none
of them will be left unexposed. In addition, we will
hire some fantastic new talent to work with. We’ve
already interviewed dozens of possibilities, ‘but
there is one porno leading man in Hollywood that
I’m absolutely dying to meet and work with. He i is
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 isprick measures in a aa fatnine inches whe
a soft,and more than a foot long when it’s hard.
as a. circumference of about eight inches. That, _
y friends, is one big cock. I’ve seen him work in
mm hardcore stuff, and he is as-unbelievable as
y cock-swallowing act in Deep Throat. Strangely, — i
e happens to be an actor almost all of you have
seen. When I found this out it almost blew my _
‘mind. He. played the pal of the juvenile lead in a
V situation comedy that ran for years and years. —
e was just a kid then, but my how he’s grown. :
Anyway, Super Cock is a must. He will give all
y hard training
the acid test, and I’m probably ~
ore eager to try him out than you may be to see
on film. In fact, I may just buy-a casting couch
to audition
him properly. You see, to work with an
tor successfully, I think you should get to know
im privately. Or at least to get to know his
ivates privately—or publicly, or on the center
divider of the Santa Monica Freeway. This man, I ©
nust have.
And when it comes to swinging chicks: there
n be no place like Hollywood. In the short time
ve been here, I’ve met at least a dozen who are
dazzling beauties. Some have done a little
modeling, a few have done 8mm porno capers, but
iany are simply healthy, suntanned young things
at wantto fuck and suck in front of a camera.
Just last. Sundaya girl asked for my autograph
at a drugstore/restaurant. In the visit that followed,

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 this luscious eighteen-year-old blonde with flashing _
teeth and surfer’s legs, asked how hard it might be a |
-to get into my kind of movies. She said she loved |
to ball and could use extra money for college .
expenses. Wow. I wonder what would happen if I 4
ran an ad. a
This girl might take some of the attention a
away from me in a porno production, but as _
exhibitionistic as I am, she is flatly hired. We want
beautiful people, and the freakier the better.—
Maybe she could take measurements when Super—
Cock jams that log of his into me. Or, maybe she —
can give me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to revive —
me after giving that massive chunk of male meat _
the: deepest, deep throat treatment of my career. _
There are all kinds of interesting possibilities. i:
Another talent package came our way that _
might prove interesting. They are identical male at
twins with swinging tendencies. We already knowa
set of female twins from Florida, who are —
twenty-year-old beauties. Chuck used to ball them =
on and off camera a couple of years ago, and from — arn
eON

_ what he says, they want it all ways. Wouldn’t it be q

kind of fun to write a script for sets of male and
female twins? I rather like that idea. 4
Damn! The batteries of my vibrator just died.mi
and I’m fresh out of Evereadys. I think talking—
BS
about Super Cock caused my inner muscles to give
it too much of a workout. By the way, did I get —
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 see oa. yout pussy ne Butyou 1 2
lly get tothe stage where you can carry one of n os
them with | -you wherever you go. a mean =o
-there-doing-its-thing. Many times I’ve gone |
\opping with one ‘humming aaway inside me. Once
kept one working all the way through a movie. It _
arted getting embarrassing, though, because for — ;
me reasonit made this strange clattering sound. —
was during a quite moment of the film and
everyone was looking around, trying to figure out
€ disturbance. When they looked at me, I looked
it- back at them with the same accusation on my .
= Ws Ss the
ae nee to handle asituation of that

T Olay, Igave up on ay infernal little aigenine:

: JdTm sure the editors will appreciate it. Every
ime I have an orgasm I hit typos galore. I usually ©
pe about. sixty words a minute with maybe forty
trors. When the vibrator’s at work, my efficiency
plummets to something like thirty words a minute
ith sixty mistakes. But after all, you can’t expect
someone with my libido to sit ase all day ee
ping, can you? |
Oh, almost forgot the wildest act “ofall. It’sa
other-and-daughter team who swear they will do.

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 it all on camera. All is really quite
a lot, and
afraid it will be at least two years off before Ne)
would dare use them. The daughter is only sixteen,
and you know how the fuzz is about minors. ee |
The way we heard about it was again through |
‘referral. A friend of Chuck’s asked if he would. take |
some stills of a beautiful young girl who wanted to||
--gend off some bikini shots to a girlie magazine.
Naturally Chuck wouldn’t turn that kind of
assignment down. So off he hopped with Nikons |
strung around his neck. Just to make sure he.
wouldn’t be overworked, I trailed along. I’m very |
considerate that way.
I was glad I tagged along, cee: ac nc was
really darling. Chuck took about a dozen rolls of
film of her at the family pool, and after much
salesmanship conned her into trying a few!
semi-nudes inside the house. And where is a better|
place for semi-nudes than in a bedroom, right? :
Well, that’s where we went, but the girl seemed |
terribly shy. I almost suggested that Chuck cool it,|
But he has kind of a sixth sense about matters of
this kind. I was worried that the mother might
come in and think we were enlisting the blue-eyed
cheerleader-type into a white mavery. camp. How
wrong could I be!
Mother did show up, but her reaction was not.
quite what I expected. ““You people don’t know
how to pose for a nude,” she said with a sound of
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 se te A ean,
. She put down her:grocery bag—she had — s
een out shopping—and zip, zip off came her slacks Bees
nd blouse. She bounded on the bed, and showed
me of the erotic poses she had learned as a model _ my
me |years back.
Sat turned out the mother, wie was a very es
tractive and shapely woman of about thirty-six,
ad indeed been a professional model, and had
appeared frequently on the pages of the ody girlie
ags. She knew the poses all right, and Chuck
lasted through a dozen more rolls of film. Mother
nd daughter posed uninhibitedly without a pubic |
feather hidden from the camera. When Chuck was
loading (the camera) for about the zillionth time,
e young mother suggested taking a break. |
~ “How about a sex break?” says Chuck with his |
terest showing and growing.
“Ts. there any other kind?” ‘said the ee

ss Down went the cameras, ‘and ae came Chuck’ Ss.

pants. He dove in between them like he wanted
rst prize in an apple-ducking contest. Needless to
say, I wasn’t going to be left out of this wild scene,
after putting down the floods I was holding, I
started undressing. By the time I was ready to join —
|, Chuck ‘was fucking little blue-eyes who had her
legs wrapped hungrily around his neck. Mom
reached a hand in and juggled Chuck’s balls to
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 I was so fascinated, I just lay down on the edge _
of the king-size bed and watched for a while, and |
~ naturally gave my clit a rhythmic rub in beat to the :aa:
action. By this time, the mother had let us know f
her real interests. She had heard of me, and had |
seen Deep Throat five times. After the first time,
she took her daughter along with her. Now, using —
Chuck’s friend as the connection, she enticed us —
both to her Beverly Hills home to teach her
youngster the tricks of real lovemaking. Well, 3
_ Chuck was the master and he always enjoys 4
spreading the wealth.
He entered the girl’s ass, and this was where it 3
- got really interesting. It also was obvious that
mother and daughter had played similar scenes ;
many times in the past. While Chuck was banging —
away on the teenage asshole, Mom nuzzled—
underneath and began eating her own daughter’s :
pussy. For a sixteen-year-old, little Becky—that’s
her name—really dug the action. Next, it was her —
turn to eat Mom, and a fine job she did too. She 4
sucked her to full orgasm.
I, of course, got into it, and for a full four’
hours we all did whatever can be done in bed in >
such a situation. The big thing the mother wanted
was for Becky to learn deep throat. We drew the
line there. This book is the very first explanation —
of that bit of business. Still I think all of us learned
something that day. I know I did. One thing [
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 be XU: lly, sh has ertain teenage tastes.
sgged Chuck for a ridei
in his Jaguar after the
arathon. He complied and I stayed behind
h themother. I wondered where they had gone >
ake |so. long, and Chuck explained. Becky tee
denly ‘got this big yen for a banana split ata ao
arby malt shop. Chuck was never one to deny ae
eets to lovely children. ee :
T still. can’t quite. ‘understand the ee 5 pees
rned that the husband, an airline captain, had
orced his wife, and that mother and daughter ae
_ always a team. “Becky told Chuck over ice
am that she had no boy friends and never went ae
on dates. The only sex she ever had was with
darling mom. Usually such teams are a device ©
vithered— old broads to get young lovers. Not :
e here. The mother ‘was pretty enough, and —
ll-groomed and wealthy enough, to get all the _
she could ever want. That’s what I mean. A
yut Hollywood. The people are all so friendly,
often so different too. Let’s say there is plenty
ee to be aig in these smog-singed

Sincé. . lane t ee a crystal ball yet, I

Ooidea what tomorrow may bring. But I feel
home in California, and have a feeling I'll have —
ng success here. So far, it seems like the right place
‘be. I know one thing for sure: Florida isn’t.
at’Ssa Beatae for dying, and I’m not quite — eS

as:
 Pornosraphy. heecome a Jong way, and _ae
hopeful we can carry it much further, and ‘th |
seems the right climate for it. It was only a few
years ago when the nudie films were banned all
over the place, and that was nothing but bodies
parading on a beach somewhere, naked. Then, the
hardcore stuff—or semi-hardcore—was a quarter-|
machine kind of quivering flick seen at amusement _
parks in penny arcades. Topless was finally i
accepted, and in some places, bottomless acts are
okay. But more is needed to keep erotic customers
happy.
The store-front Gos with a dozen folding3
2|
chairs, are almost out of it now. The porno q
audience is insisting on story, good production
value, with color, good sound, sets, and handsome
performers. It is becoming as competitive as major
filmmaking. And another factor about successful
porno movies is one I am particularly pleased with.
Audiences simply will not pay to see violence and
sex. One company spent much money putting out 4
a film of sex and brutality. According to an q
executive of one of the country’s largest X-rated i
theater chains, the film was a disastrous flop.
That’s good news, isn’t it? I’ll have more to say
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 _ LIFE CAN BEA BALL oe
as ewavs kind of Freethinling by nature.
aps that’s why I resisted the strictures of
Olicism' so much, and maybe that’s why I
ed so much the other way, once I came to my
es. But there was never a time I didn’t instigate
-brattish things designed to turn people on. Of
DU se,my teasing got me into some trouble, as
uu can see by the scar on my chin, but I teased in
> subtle ways too.
ect.ma i eompulaive Dadier, if you know what

Bie. gepion is to lift your shirt, nee your

are boobs. and yell: “Titty Time!” Then off you

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 stopped abou ten feet from where he was festa
We whipped open our coats and gave him a double
full-length flash. We positioned ourselves so he had
to pass right between us. The reaction would make |
a great “Candid Camera” TV sequence. On this 4
occasion, we said not a word, _and tried ourbe |

kept the unusual memory to himself Of course; w :

never found out, but we ig eee it would
id

first ee he’d had in years. ee

I always liked showing off, and the habit dat t
back to my strict Catholic high school days. M ,
-mother would absolutely refuse to let me |
braless, and naturally I obeyed—until Iwas outsid
I'd slip into a doorway, slip it off and try to mak
sure I remembered to put it on again before I got
~ back. This wasn’t exactly _like the raincoat flashing
or titty time, but it was pretty daringstuf or
those years. :
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 ior year when I went to public school in
orida. In those days Iwore underwear, if you can
lieve that, but for the flash I conveniently
cked the. panties in my purse when I dressed
after gym class. Then, I waited for the right
noment in the next period English class. I wasn’t a
yery good English student, as I mentioned, but the —
cher sure did his best to help me out. He would
ean over my desk and rub me, and make it quite
ar he would much rather teach me something -
ench than English.
I thought it would be fun to innocently
ighten his interest. I knew he always directed his
lass discussions to me, so I moved my chair out
rom the desk just enough. He looked to something
ie had written on the blackboard, and as usual
urned around, zeroing in on me. I was waiting. I
iad hiked my skirt as high as possible, parted my
legs and aimed at his face with my furry cunt. The
eaction was better than anything I could ever
pe for. He just gaped, turned red and completely
ost his train of thought.
Of course, I always had to have an audience
r such things, and a girl friend was in on this
onspiracy. I heard her snickering from the back of
1e room. But me? I just stared pleasantly as
hough I had no idea what was wrong with our
r ynfused teacher. There’s no pay-off beyond what
e said, because I never quite had the nerve to
ullitagain. But that was when it all really began.

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 aa Iwas only seventeen. =

are adozen bellhops in all the hotels I’ve> stay

in, that haven’t entered with trays of room-serv
goodies, to find me dressed. It_ was standa
procedure to greet ae hotel ‘service _staffers

ones. Gente they get all ‘flustered aa dothe

best to get their. work done, and get the hell out. 4
It was standard procedure, but now.that Tm
-Tecognized, such an invitation might not be so cool, |
right? So I freak them just a little with something |
kind of see-throughish. That’s one thing abou |
being something of a celebrity. You have to th
twice about public behavior. For one thing unde
certain circumstances you could get arrested,
guess. I always got away with my games befo
_ because I did it and was gone. But if witnesses |
named me and described a simple flash in the right |
_ way, I'm sure there would be some good, staui |

we finished eating. at a Soe com

restaurant. I told him I had to pee, but he saidt

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 Id it.So I waited until we were in the busy __
midday parking lot of this Miami establishment. _
Then I yanked down my slacks and did what
nature demanded right there in front of anyone
who cared to look. People were passing, and
looking at me strangely, but no one said a word.
Not even my date, damn it. He couldn’t have cared

My exhibitionist urges have gone much further |

than flashing and public peeing, as you already
Know, but one of my better nights found me in a
fun circumstance in New York’s Psychedelic
1ack. I was with Chuck, who wasn’t at all pleased.
th the go-go dancers and other entertainers on
the bill. He complained about it to the manager,
who got a little indignant about it. “These are the
best dancers in New York!” he told Chuck. .
- “Huh uh,” Chuck told him. Zane best is right
there sitting at my table.”
_ The manager gave me a glance, and said,
“Okay, if she’s that good, let’s see what she can

_Man...1I did it!

_ There was no stopping me that -night. The
spotlight was on me, the music was great, and the
audience was grooving. I did a strip that didn’t stop |
at all. Before I finished, I was naked to my clean-
shaven pussy. I did bends, gyrations, bumps, and
ven made erotic moves on the floor. The audience
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 to let me , quit, The eke was. an offer of
week to work there. That was big bread fe
then, but I had to pass it up;Pe Throat was 0
y

turn-on. That night I did the ultimate flashofI

| life. 5S
In films it’s different, There’s no wndunte @
front. That may be one reason I’m so interested
a try at Las Vegas. I guarantee this: .if I ever de
make The Strip, I'll give new meaning to its né
Mine will be a performance that won t soo)be |
forgotten. But time will tell. ae me
These are things I like to do outside thehone
and there are other things I’d like to try. I thi
would be great to ball on the way down. in ay
parachute. It would be tricky, but worth it.‘One
as|

Everyone. has fucked in swimmingae I

guess, or in the ocean; I sure have enough time S..
It’s great with a friendly gang in a roomy show
too. But know your hot water heater beforeha
Once we were making out like mad when the watel
got cold, and nothing is a worse turn-off than th
Another bizarre sex scene I recall found i

Wo
 in a small closet; just big enough for us to get a
inside and move our nude bodies against each
other. The fun part was that our host used at least
twenty of the largest sized jars of Vaseline to smear. _
us from head-to-toe. Everyone tried to grab or to
poke or do something. But only a few of us
succeeded. Try that one at your kiddie’s next
birthday party. It could easily take the place of
“pin the tail on the donkey.”
_ There was never a time when Chuck and I
didn’t have at least one other girl living with us,
often more. The visitors were numerous, but all
were friends. Our doors have never been open to
trangers. To ball together requires good vibes, and
that doesn’t always happen automatically upon
meeting. Of course, there have been many
exceptions, like friends of friends and so on. But
he new additions usually seem to be women.
I think this is because there are so many chicks
who want to groove, but are hung-up with straight
artners. Once they see a really free, open-minded
cene, they want to join in. Many times the evening —
would start with the seemingly straight girls
acking off from our free discussions. But it’s
mazing how some of them got caught up in it.
One of them, a girl named Penny, seemed so —
iptight I thought she’d ask her boy friend to take
er home. But as the conversation—about sex
aturally—progressed, she began to tune in. Then
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done but waned to. She soot that wight and was
one of the best ballers of the ihe In fact,‘she
wanted to move in with us. a
Since Chuck first sntrounced me to.oS te
thinking, I doubt if there was a full week when we |
were all by ourselves. I guess you could call it |
something like a commune life-style. ee
people were weaving in and out of our lives at all
i
i
times. And if you love life and love free expression |
/

of your sexual being, well, beautiful things. simply |

happen. In our crowd there was no ‘such thing asa |
guy wining and dining a girl to get a good-night
kiss. It was more a matter of a matching of the
vibes. If they were there, you made it. More than|
once we’d be rapping late at night, never having
planned anything ahead. Then somebody might
say: “Oka¥; fuck time,” and then it began. a
Of course, there were certain girls and guys”
liked better than others, and we made ita Jasting -
thing when it turned out this way. And since Iget
along as well with girls as with men, I always seem
to have at least one close girl friend. With many of
these chicks we'd have been close even without the
sex play, but since sex was our thing it just
happened to enter into our relationships. I think it
was Freud who said that homosexuality is”a
neurosis only when practiced to the exclusion of z i
other forms of sexual expression. I think that’sS
almost an exact quote. Well, we did a little 4
0:
ah Aas at least T did, and sO did our female

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 aoe It ant didn’t tum them on at ait But it’s:
fferent with women. You don’ tsee men go offto — :
the rest room together, or kiss upon meeting, or.
rade clothes and things. Women are more intimate _
nature, closer to each other. Every one of my
pak pals made it all ways with the men, and if it
emed ‘Tight we might make it separately. The
Lys digthisaction, too, ae a spectator’s point of

ne Soiine and.I were sspecially suited for ac

her. We had a matching sex drive, and would |
ways come up with something to either turn each —
‘ther on, or the group involved, in the sex games of
he night. She was the one who first put her foot in
ypussy, and we had much fun with a fabulous
yuble dildo.
Tt es Seoul a foot-and-a-half long and three
ches around. The heads at each end measured
out three-and-a-half inches, I guess. We’d be the
e of the party when we’d fuck each other with it.
‘ince itfitted inside both of us, it was much more
fective than the kind you strap on. We would
Ciome again and again and simultaneously. Another
vay we used it was to put one end in my cunt and
the other end in my ass. Then we’d hold a vibrator
igainst it to drive me insane. I recommend this
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 each has her Chen I suppose. ‘That'sSee |
mean, though, when I say Sunshine and I came up
with some wild ideas. |
One thing I hate, besides muscle men, is labels |
for people. I don’t like to hear the word lesbian or |
fag, or any other of those terms. If people have fun
doing certain things to each other, they shouldn’t |
have to live under any kind of stigma. I think sex is
sex and let it go at that. 4|
But let me get back to masturbating. I’ve gone |
into this before in the book, but not in numbers. Ti|
started diddling when I was eleven or twelve— when
it started feeling good—and would cause all kinds |
of family trouble by lingering so long in the4
bathroom. Maybe I had discovered how good al|
Prell Shampoo bottle felt as I rubbed it between |
my cunt lips and against my clit. Another time it”
might be a bar of slippery soap that turned me on. 1
I was primarily an object diddler. There were times |
when I might resort to a finger tip, but not often. |
liked external things to rub against me. Later, of |
course, I discovered the vibrator and have been|
something of a slave to it (them) ever since.
Besides regular sex, of which I get plenty,I
would say I masturbate to conclusion at least eo |
times a day. Since I reached puberty, there ha |
been no day in my life without at least several _ |
orgasms. I’d ride my pussy against bottles, hot
_ dogs, candles. .. it didn’t matter what. How happy
I could have bon had my mother bought me a niceY

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 : Rose ith: my as eben I a .
thin
ink myself into an orgasm. 4 have ne to give.a ae

til I come. In fact, I'm dcing it right now, —

ause of those damn dead batteries. in the
rator that conked out a while ago. : a
As long as we’re on the subject, my favorite —
rator is the kind with the rubber fitting on the
d with all those little tingly fingers. It tickles the
-and the clit in the nicest possible way. While
tching TV in anevening,I can bring myself to
ifty orgasms or more. I just hold it in place, and it
does its thing.
Of course, _masturbation is nice and ‘relaxing, ot
most of us prefer the real thing, right? So
ore I run out of space, I’ll mention some of the —
‘Swingers we have known, so they won't feel
hted. No. book of this kind would be complete
hout. guys like. Salt and Pepper. Salt is the white.
mber of this well-hung duo, and Pepper is the
ck one. ‘They are unique. in that they are not
 mt |
: Candy is AES as‘quick to regain hisbloom bu
- not quite. — E 5
Their specialty is ee games, and Ive
been in on them when they lasted three to five
hours. For instance, I might be on top of Pepper,
face-to-face. His cock is in my cunt. Salt lies on top
of me in the same direction and fucks me in the
ass. Then we switch positions with Salt on his back
fucking my ass, while Pepper takes the top}
position. One night I was giving Pepper the deep
throat with my head over the edge of the bed,
while Salt fucked and sucked me on the bed. I've
taken both their cocks in my mouth at one time,
and have also taken them both in my ass— together,
I mean. Between their vitality and my ‘muscle:
“manipulations, we can put on quite a swinging
show. While in Florida, we repeated the act as
often as we could. That’s my kind of fun, friends.
Another occasional visitor was Saul, who liked
to ride me like a horse, whapping my ass as he.
fucked me doggy style. He really slapped hard, but
it was his thing, so I let it happen. Slaps don’t show,
for long, and don’t leave bruises. I often wonder
what chick Saul is riding since Iwent away. ;
And then there is Dave, the middle-aged
bachelor, with all. the erotic toys. He will buy.
anything as long as it means sex. He has, for
instance, a wicker chair device he got from Hong
Kong or Japan. It has a hole in the seat, and is
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thes Dave lies on his back, sticks his
rick through the hole and into my pussy. The __
chair has: been held to this point, but now it’s _
released. Can you get the picture? I’m spinning — =
ound on his hard cock, getting him into me
further with each turn. That’s screwing in the
truest sense. Wish J could figure a way todo the
same act with. a man, letting his cock spin around
“me while I lie still. Maybe I'll try to invent
ymething |like that. Any inventors out there?
Dave has so many gimmicks it would almost
take a book to list them, but he proves time and : e
gain that variety is the spice of life. He hasa
miniature bamboo tea house, with mirrored ceiling,
and his bedroom has” mirrors lining all four walls
and the ceiling. He likes to fuck girls in camel —
ddles inthis room for some unexplained reason, —
and. he uses. his luxurious bathroom for sex games
as well. He lies down in his walk-in shower, rests _
s head on a small pillow and has his lady friend
iss on his chest. She has to squat so the gush of
pee lands exactly mid-chest between his nipples.
hose, he asks the girl, to pinch and manipulate.
He loves:‘porno: movies Which he shows on a
 He gets his sex partners through international —
employment agencies, by the way. Since I’ve—
known him—about two years—he has had sexually cae _
permissive housemaids from Sweden, Denmark and i
Germany. I have no idea if they knew what they |
were signing up for, but they found out before
they left. As far as I could see, none of them |
_ complained about their extra domestic chores. In
fact, they seemed to have as much fun as ped
which is saying a lot.
ates
cc
aon
It might be cool at this point to go through all!
as
Sor
the notes I seem to have gathered, but haven’ thad
time to get into. Ill just skip from one subject to.
another, if everybody is agreeable. For instance,
when I was talking about masturbation, I wanted —
to give a tip for male self-gratification. Most men
hate to have anything stuck in their asses, but once
I poked a finger into a guy’s bung and massaged his
prostate as I was giving him head. I thought he’d-iANeb
iat
ms
eee
Aere
shee
abi
blow my tonsils through the back of my neck.
Someone told me this is a super turn-on as a4
variation for male masturbation. Remember, you
heard it here first.
Now, let’s get into a eS discussion (one| |
ic

my favorite topics. of conversation). Size, first of:

all, matters not a bit. For one thing, most little
ones seem to get much harder (not always) than
their bigger brothers, and, with proper technique,
can drive sex-oriented females into a frenzy. Roll it
around the cunt lips, dart it in and out, and hand
‘i
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cas
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 rom ‘side-to-side. Most balling‘Chicks:
c agree
Sah what T say, and all of them would, if they
_hadn’t let their pussy muscles sag so much. As for ae
one,2, |can have a super ball with a matchstick.
- Big cocks, conversely, aren’t always ‘what’ i
_ they’re blown up to be either. Guys this well-hung
e often egotistical (or should it be egotesticle) to
e point of no finesse. They just plug it in and 57
ait for the lights to come on. Or, they just plunge
into you like they’re the roto-rooter man. I like -
/men, no matter what size, but because of my _
super pussy Pm always seeking a very super cock.
You'll have to forgive me that.
BeAlso I’ve noticed that some times a guy with
about a three-inch prick, -can swell up to six inches
or more when he’s turned on. An eight-inch cock
almost |never has a very big growth in erection.
\ aybe only an inch or so overall. So, never say no
“to a peepee, ladies, unless you try it on after
terations. Okay? So much for that.
_ -Let’s square with each other on anothes
matter. I’ve heard women declare oy that
ey would never let their eyes dig a man’s crotch. :
I mean when he walks into a room fully clothed.
ull-Sheeeitt!”’ I say, it’s as automatic for a girl to
‘take note of such bulges as it is for a man to notice
girl’stits, or the crease of her pussy in tight
‘slacks. It’s human nature, pals, why not admit it?
I can see no difference in fucking ability
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 prick is a pave is a prick. You don tsee.‘man
young men with foreskins these days, however, $0]
kind of dig them for the sake of variety. And abou |
the male semen blast: some go off really violently. i
Others dole it out in slow quivering. jerks. There are|—
_ the triple or quadruple comers, who seem to give|
all those full loads in time-capsule style. And I’ve2—
known guys who get so unglued at the moment of |i
blast-off that they weep, tremble and fart. It takes _
all kinds, and all men are different. That, good —i
friends, is what life and sex is all about. If all men a
were the same, I could see settling for one as aq
mate for a lifetime, but since every man—and q
woman—is as individual as fingerprints, it makes i
sexual adventure exciting and contagious. a:
The most repulsive thing to me is a winced
man. Those bulging globs of rocklike muscle are;
freakish. What is it to achieve such a phony :
physique by lifting those silly weights? It just
doesn’t make sense to me. I like men with good
builds, with hard, well-toned muscles, but what are1
those muscle guys trying to do to themselves? lL
guess fat men are the ultimate turn-off to every
woman, as female porkers are to men. But believ
. Id rather ball the circus fat man, than the
feeckewho lifts weights. : : op
I take birth control pills, hate ea hhetie I know
of no sexual aphrodisiac—as if I needed them
anyway. I take vitamins and like health food. For.
ints
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astrology.poe a Copco: i was: born at 6:is
M., January 10, 1951 in The Bronx, New York. I
cc Secebice and fruits, with a strong preference
for squashes and cucumbers (there have been
times when a fat cucumber turned out to be my
only friend, and a good one at that). ;
As for reading, I am not exactly a book worm.
n fact, I’ve been turned off by so many books, I ~
arely read them any more. Like The Senuous
Woman..1 waded through the whole damn thing
waiting for her to say something, and somehow I
missed her message. That book might be fine for
nuns and wallflowers, but there was nothing in it
for me. Thumbs down.
_ | kind of liked The Happy Hooker. At least she
said it like it was with none of that highbrow
nobbery crap. I like honesty in writing, and I can
ell when it’s true, or if it’s the bathroom fantasy
of some phony fiction writer. Any sexualist can
ell. You read the title, the publicity, the cover
lurbs, and say, ‘““Wow .-. . this is for me!” So you
yay twice what it’s worth, get it home and find out
ou *ve been ripped off.
-. This book I’m slaving over now may turn out
O be the biggest literary flop in all history, but
you can bet your bun, it’s true. I have to tell it like
t is, and I expect the same of the authors I 'read.
The same goes for movies. It’s getting so I won’t
ven bother with just a movie. It has to be highly
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a bummer, . hold it overt
heads forever. _ ee

What I like best is for the clit to be held4 firmly j in

the lover’s lips, and hitting up inside the hole wih|
the tongue tip. The pussy lips should be spread
apart with the fingers, then you can it really suck, |

chin in the deeper hole, suck, lick and blow inside 4

her too. But the rhythm of the tongue should|
constant against the clitoris. ae
It isn’t the pressure that does it saer “The |
tongue can just barely make contact and the end |
result is the same. But flick, flick, flick. . keep j |
happening. Of course, it’s nice to vary ihe pressure .
also. Maybe really lick it hard for a while, and then ~
slowly lessen the pressure. Soon she’ll be grabbing |
your hair, swearing undying love. But you know
something? I could write a whole book about |
pussy eating and half the male readers still
wouldn’t catch on. It’s the’ tender touch th i?
means so much. as
You have to sense the girlS feelings isiif
straining of her muscles, the breathing; the pelvis
rising against you. Too bad pussy eating isn’ t2
taught in junior high as a required course; it would
make a better world and that’s for sure. And i
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 rt a wife who has lost her charm, it mightbe
difficult for her mate to keep up with regular
fucking, but if he wants to keep the marriage
going, and wants the shirts to be washed and
ironed, he would do well to bone up on this
technique. (That didn’t sound just right: ‘“‘bone
up,” I mean. Oh, well .. .) What I mean is, he can
ettle himself between her legs, relax and turn his
wife into Raquel Welch in his fantasies. And maybe
he’s not so hot either. She, in turn, can grab his
nead and dream she’s clutching the locks of Burt
Reynolds or someone. Sometimes it’s a matter of
leads you win... tails you lose. Good head and
you'll stay well fed. Or, as I always say: better
ad than dead.
But for God’s sake, Moms, een that crotch in
shape. Again I plead with you not to use that
shitty feminine hygiene spray the deodorant —
ompanies have been trying to fill America’s cunts
with. You don’t want Dad to pucker to death, do
u? Just wash it, use a douche with a little
gar or lemon or both; soap is okay too. And
the same advice goes for men too—I mean keeping
lean, not douching—especially the ones who aren’t
cumcised. Wash it good, so it tastes like a fresh
lipop. And if I had my way I’d have both men
d women shave off their tangled masses of public
r,vy but that’s a matter of personal taste, I guess. I
‘hate getting hair caught in my teeth and throat, ©
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 today for most youd chicks. You don’t sane Oo
‘wear braids down to your ass, but kinda long is |
good; let it at least reach the shirt collar. Most
dig long hair on their women. I wore mine t
way until I curled it into a near-Afro for De
Throat. But I was trying to disguise myself ‘th
Now, this hairdo is kind of my ee Thr
trademark so I keep it going.
Ah, I just remembered srncthans a tri
many of us sex troopers turn to when our men
turned off by menstrual excretion. We wet
cosmetic sponge to make it soft, squeeze out the4
excess water, and poke it as deeply as possible i O .
the pussy. You can fuck, take head, whatever y 1 i
want, and no one will ever know it’s your time o i
‘the month. Don’t freak out if it’s hard to retrieve,
just wait until you line up a friend with sligh
longer fingers. None of my gang has ever los
sponge, and all of us use this trick to swing throug i
those ordinarily dull, dull days.
Along the. same lines, I say it is not only a
out to refuse sex due to a headache, but fo
Sex—at least orgasm—relieves a headache qu
successfully. The pressure that causes the heada \¢
in the first place, is released when the juices flow in
: orgasm. It more Be me, so give ita ae
Here > I go back to. cocks again, but T
remembered something else. ‘A method I’ve used to
get a limp dick up and around again is by finger —
massage in the right place. The right place is at the
point where the bottom of the prick passes
through the scrotum. Aim the finger tickling
dead-on between each ball along the uretha tube. I
looked up the right words, so I hope you can
‘understand them. What I should probably say is:
tickle the bottom of the limp dick between the
balls. Take your choice; it works both ways. ;
-_-[’ll think of a million other things I want to
‘say later, but that’s about all for now. Life really .
can be a ball if you'll just let it, and I like my life —
exactly the way it is. When asked about the best
orgasm I ever had, my answer is always the same. —
_The best orgasm I ever had . . . was the last. Never
met. an orgasm I didn’t like.

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_ LINDA’S SEX MANUAL
(For Tired Lovers)

This will be an added attraction, I guess, because

the chapter wasn’t planned. But it seemed like a
good idea to expand on some of the points I made
in the last chapter. The purpose is, hopefully, to
hit upon some points that might turn a very dull
relationship into something exciting and
meaningful. It doesn’t matter if you’re disen-
chanted as teenagers or senior citizens; if you want
something more out of your physical lives, I may
just be able to help out. At least I’ll try.
| think the most important single factor in any
relationship is communication. That’s why
marriage counselors make so much money. Their
function is to make the men and women open up,
express themselves individually and jointly, bring
out the nagging little hangups previously hidden
inside. Often, when the communication channels
are cleared, great results can be achieved. This
holds true, of course, only if the couple wants to _
make a go of it. If they don’t, then divorce or
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 In my opinion I think about ten yea
maximum for two persons to retain the luster of
average partnership. Some hang on much_ longe:
others fall far short of this term, but T think”
- decade is a fairly honest time frame to stick to. By
then, old habits are so monotonous they ar
intolerable. The female feels she isn’t love
enough, perhaps, and, with her youth beginning
fade, she begins to panic. She can become a he
or an infidel.
Tired old Tom, a has-been at age 35, isa
wondering what happened to the bright young.
thing he married those years before. He also see:
wrinkles in his own mirror, and begins to itchfor _
something new; a tonic to regain his youthful —
vigor. He may have an easier time
in his sear
because there could be a little cutie down at tl
office who can bring him back with the snap 0! Ph
hungry young pussy. But the point is that eac
partner suffers boredom in masochistic ‘sil
They may fight, but they seldom—after this ti
lapse—keep their arguments to the point. The
hurt each other, instead of helping each other
think it’s possible, in many cases, to do somethi
~ about this malaise. The key words are, posi
openmindedness, Eee |
I know every couple can’t op my t
recommendation, and some who can will find
won’t work, but it can if. Practiced with 3 an 0}
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 Sees THE OLD SWAP TRICK ae
ce a one ‘partner keeps you happy fora Hfetime. ue
“ three cheers for you. You are a rarity. Most people —
just aren’t built that way. Even those who swear o
undying devotion have hundreds of outside lovers
if only in the hidden recesses of their minds. Is o
there a single one-man woman out there who
_hasn’t dreamed of making love to a movie star, the
butcher, or the guy at the corner gas station? Is |
there a man among you who doesn’t dream of
Brigette Bardot, or someone like her, when
clutching the rump of your own little lady? No.
‘I’m sure everyone has fantasies of this sort, and iin
the purest sense, this is doing the act.
_ So.... wouldn’t it be far more exciting and
oe anulater to agreeably seek extramarital
partners? For the woman who has lost interest in
er mate, it can work two ways. She either has the
“pressure taken off by her man’s games with other
women, or, because of her own participation, may
well decide sex isn’t such a bore, after all. Many
times such couples return to each other with
renewed interest. They are open now, and can
practice new techniques and share tales of outside
sexual pleasures. The world has opened up a new
dimension.
[remember one couple who knew how to keep
a marriage alive and well, and they went into —
: this outlet long before the current trend of sexual
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 mid-sixties when I met him, and his prope
_ British-born wife was probably fifteen years his
junior. I met the white-haired gentleman when I
was house hunting in one of the Florida Keys. I i
had heard he owned a half-dozen or so beach
Bi
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cottages that were frequently for rent, and that
their preference was for young tenants. I knocked a .
on the door, and a few moments later was greeted
by the aging landlord... naked—but scrawnier—as
the day he was born. a
He watched me carefully for a reaction, but he :
wasn’t going to scare me. I smiled and told him: —
why I was there. He invited me inside, where his Aq
equally naked wife was sipping tea. Unfortunately, —
all his cottages were rented, but I did strike a
friendship with the couple and visited them many |
times. During a brief but intimate discussion with 4$
ba
his wife, she explained how they lived. a
She said Bobby had been an old man at fifty, 4
and she simply wasn’t ready to become a widow. _
They discussed the problem openly and arrived at 4
the conclusion that he needed new sex encounters.
She—this very proper British type—had actually —:
procured his first young sex partner. From then
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on, their entire life had changed. — }
The doors were always open after that, and
young people began to surround them in their ‘ttle |
colony. There was nude swimming, ballet dancing, 4
horseback riding, and Bobby was the king pin, 7 :
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 body ha 1 grown young with his nnd oS
Bobby’ s wife didn’t ball with other men, he ae
xplained ©to me, because she simply wasn’t
nterested. All she needed was her husband, who
miraculously could” perform all the duties she
equired, and with the vigor of youth. She said
obby had as-many as four or five young lovers
uring a week, usually from his swinging tenants,
nd always had something left for her.
_ That’s one example, but I, of course, know te
ozens of swapping couples. As long as jealousy is
ontrolled, only good can come from the
xperience. The biggest problem is expressing the
qutual desire. If it can be agreed upon, the action
sn’t hard to find. A single ad in the right magazine
‘newspaper can fill your calendar for weeks.
Ane ‘alternative is prostitution, but that isn’t
lways easy to arrange, especially in the never-
ever-land of suburbia. But it would be good if it
ere possible for a man to call a girl to come to the
ouse ,and if his wife could dial a number to bring
ver a virile young man. This would remove some
f the ‘uneasiness that can come from first
ncounters with swinging er enecs:

PORNO FILMS
“With all the barbs and cries against pornog- ie
hy, I have known many couples who use it to
stimulate an otherwise dull sex eae They
- where good 8mm porno movies can ‘be rented
bought. They run them in their Brownie projectors —
against the bedroom wall, and put it all together in i
_ their own little nests. The same couple who phicc
campaign against pornography for others, secretly4q
consume on the sly. I really believe this to be true. 4
What do you think happens to all those porno :
flicks scooped up by eager cops and DA boys? -
They are seen by probably a larger audience in —
private than they would ever be seen by in public. |

PLAY TO THE FETISHES 4a

Everyone has a secret sex quirk somewhere in ;
his or her personality. Is it _a man who digs —
prepubescent babes? Is it a woman who always|
wanted to ball her father? Does the man sometimes —
let his privates flop into view accidentally? Most of
us keep out of jail because we keep our secrets —
under control, but any sex story ina newspaper, -
no matter how gross, finds thousands of secret
compadres among the readers. That’s why the —
newspaper editors play these stories up. Newspaper
stories are something a couple can discuss tozethan’
and it may be as close as they will ever get to a real
Po
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on
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sex discussion. With clicking tongues, they say
“What’s. this world coming to?” They’ re really —
thinking: “Hm...wonder what it was like?”
We’re all that way. I believe it! All of us love tos
preoccupy ourselves with “forbidden” aspects of
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 ese peculiarities: to‘the -persons we shareour ee
homes with? Be
If Dad likes to wear Mom’ s silk indeghan
why not? If Mom is lucky enough to learn about _
this minor quirk, she would do well to take him to
the lingerie shop with her, to pick out what he
likes most. He may look kind of silly, but I bet she
will appreciate the extra hard-on the filmy things
will bring to her.
- Some men dig women in garter belts, and lots _
ae black lacy stuff. That’s called the “silk stocking
syndrome,” I think. Okay, go along with it. Wear _
‘the junk for him at night and go back to your
hite things by day.
_ And, guys, if your wife hints that she likes the
Tape scene? Why not play the game one night? You.
might be very pleased with the heightened reaction
you'll get. Tie her up, maybe as a game, and see
how she responds. Maybe she likes spankings, so _
—tthat’s not too much to ask, isit? I bet there were
times you’d love to have slapped her fanny a few
good whacks. This could be good for both parties,
if that’s what the woman digs, because the woman
gets the punishment she feels as a necessary
‘accompaniment to sex, and the man gets hostility
out of his system.
_ For those who go the flagellation route, by the __
Vv ay, you can buy small whips in variety shops.
- You don’t have to act the executioner and the
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the right place can have therapeutic effect. The _
point is to say it; tell what te desire, and on < a)
_ other end: listen, understand. S8
Some women like fingers in their asses—men _ 3
ode—or love to be licked there. If it doesn’t turn —
off the owner of the tongue; why not lick away.
There are even some men and women who have a S|
need for the degradation of being shit upon—I ~
mean literally. This may be getting kind of far out,
but some couples play the game successfully. — : .
I'll tell you something along these lines that’s
kind of fun. You might try it next time you feel
adventuresome. That’s peeing inside a woman’s—
pussy. There can sometimes be a problem keeping _
_ahard-on while peeing, but it’s been done to me
many times. In the morning is a good time for this, a |
when the male wakes up with what is referred to as 4
a'‘piss hard-on. The cleanest way to do it is for the —
woman to sit on the toilet with pussy lips parted
wide. He kneels between her legs, puts it in and lets 1
it flow. The sensation is terrific for the

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woman... this I know. The stream of hot pee ©
feels great as it washes your insides, and there’s —
something kind of pleasant about the sound of it |
dripping out of you. Men like it too, so get with ;;
the program. 4
One of man’s biggest fetishes is women’s tits.
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can’t think of any reason on earth why a woman _
would stop a man from mapas her between them, 4
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 it isnae It’sgreat t6 see a‘cock doing ie. ys :
thing so close. to your face. Then, when that mee
beautiful thing aims at you and shoots at your _
- mouth.. ‘Wow! Instant glory. If you like semen less —
than I do, there are always towels and Kleenex.
_ T’ve been told that many women love gutter
Ik during sex. I mean those who are shy and _
ther dainty otherwise dig listening to all those —
vulgar” phrases when ‘the cock is home. That’s
‘great. If you like it, let him know it, and if this
rms you on you shouldn’t hesitate a second to =
‘some of the good things yourself, He may say:
What am I doin’ to you, baby?” You grab him
idspell it out: “Your big juicy cock is fucking
y sweet cunt... Fuck me, you bastard .. . fuck
e, fuck me, fick me!” Just that much a a break
om inhibition can loosen up an otherwise uptight
x relationship.
_ Some women like their lovers to dream up
orno- stories while grinding away. For the more
reative male, this is agreat outlet. You might turn
Or the tape recorder and discover you’ve written a
bestseller during a night’s lovemaking. The dirtier
e story, the better she will respond; so this alone
n whet your creative flow.
What is most important is bringing these
ets into the open. Tell it all, even if it pains you
dearly. It could open up a sex life you would never
otherwise. Or try some of these variations on
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‘ outer and every variation kage 1 man, ant
try them all until you come up: with a winner. a qj

two—positions. Can you believe that? | Experiment j

friends. What have you got to lose?

along these lines. If I had a husband with such

hangup, and I loved him, I’d wear kid’s clothes and
have a ball playing the game with him. z

_hard to take for some women is sadistic Pe Tt=|

takes a special kind of woman to take repeated
drubbings. Yet, thousands of women put up with it _
and come back for more. With that exception, —
should anything be rejected totally? I don’t think —
so. Try it—whatever it is—you might like it. “4
Take a crack at nudity. It’s natural for me. I
always walk around naked when I’m at home, and a
I’d do it everywhere if I could get away with it, but |.
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Cc ange.Sinieht bikek the|ice. Peeve
- Something else I would highly spconmmcadaisa”
By sited It’s the best possible place for —
lovemaking. There’s no feeling of the man’s weight
atop: you, and every move seems to be weightless,
like in space. It’s great also to accommodate some
of those trickier pes outlined in that sex
manual.
So open up the secret channels, and try it all.
Most of these little peculiarities add up to
sophisticated foreplay, or afterplay—if it works out
that way—but what could begin as a horrible,
unspoken character quirk, could easily end up as
great mutual fun. Play the other’s game; make him
or her play yours. ¢

HOW TO BE A BLOW-JOB ARTIST.

-Tve told all in previous chapters about deep
‘throat, and I’ve explained the fine details of eating
‘pussy, so why not conduct a brief clinic on the fine
art of sucking cock. I guess every woman knows
how important this is to men, so let’s learn to do it
right. No need for the whorehouse or massage
parlor, ‘if the best head in town lives at home,
ght?
My first recommendation is to be spontaneous
about it. If you decide you want to make it this
way, then put your heart and soul into it as though
you really mean it. Just putting a cock in your
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 you go about itwith interest and anticipation
“eave
; won half the battle. In other words, i
condition yourself into the belief that this will
| the most exciting and rewarding experience o
your life. Caress that gorgeous throbbing muscl 2
with hands and cheek as though it has a soul of its
~ own. Love it with every fiber of your being.
It’s good to lightly caress the balls as yo
tenderly kiss along the side of the prick and aroun
it until you end back at the balls. Let your tongu
tip begin to taunt the velvet skin as you start bac
-. up again to the head. Now, let your tongue cir
the bulging head, kiss it, hold it to your face; the
slowly take the head into your mouth. As you d
this your hands are still giving feathery service t
the balls. Let the movement begin slowly. You
‘mouth takes more of it, and your tongue
constantly flicking at the tip of the head, the side
and the base. Keep the hands busy with tl
massaging job on the balls, and begin to milk the —
hardened shaft. You can pause in the action, :
again follow a trail along the side of the shaft wi
your lips. Nibble at it with the lips as if you “were
trying to eat corn-on-the-cob, and suck as you’
moving. It’s an unwritten law, by the way, that no.
teeth are to be felt during a first-rate blow-j
Unless, of course, the guy digs it. I know one gu
who insists that I bite along the shaft, as I’ve j
described, but as hard as I can. I’m told this isn
too cool though, with most men. I'd ask first. _
 ilkhk shaft Ses other snes it seems a
—
etter to let my mouth do it all. Aftera time, you __
_kind of sense these things. When I’m really at
_ work, with the dick fully erect and throbbing, I
establish a motion’ that combines swallowing,
cking and massaging with my tongue. I make as
uch suction as possible this way, and most men
ally dig it. Others may pull back in pleasant
ony, and ask you to ease up. It all depends on
e individual tastes of the man behind the cock.
One trick I’ve used successfully is to brush my
"teeth with a very minty toothpaste, such as
Maclean’s, and leave a good amount on my tongue.
“It seems to give an added sensation that pleases.
_ I’ve also known men who like a girlto put Tabasco
sauce in her mouth. It’s common practice in our.
cles to put ice cubes in the mouth while giving
head. As I say, it’s the lover’s choice.
- While I think of it, ice cubes are also. great
inside. the pussy. This really turns a guy on; ora
popsicle is fine. You’d be amazed how fast ice
ubes melt in your cunt, by the way. And here’s
another suggestion for a fun fuck: Try putting
something mentholated inside the vulva: shaving
_ cream, Vicks, Dermassage. Believe me, it’s a trip. It
tings but is also very cool. It gives equal Please
et both partners.
_ As for sucking, gentle pressure is the answer,
combined with a genuine desire to please. Keep

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 eiecing: the head with the tongue, or
oe against the very end. The hand is used in
stroking moves only when it’s needed to bring
to orgasm. I never need the hand, but certain 1 m¢
prefer the masturbatory action. -
Personally, I haven’t had a cock in my mou:
that didn’t go into my throat, but I know most
women won’t be able to master that, not witho
practice. But you can give your man many hapt
minutes and hours in bed without getting into th:
Just have the willingness to give head, follow som
of my suggestions, and all will work out. Sox
you'll be coming up with innovations of your own. |
If you come up with something new and differes
please get in touch with me immediately. I wantto
learn everything there is to know about every fac
of sex, and I ses I never stop eee If 2

and do the thing.

As I was writing the above Paragrap

adventures into sex. I, believe it or not,have 1nev:

been’ screwed in a car. That’s almost always
way a girl gets it the first time. Well, somethin
be done about that a soon. But you know ne

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have to be different...no plain old back seat
screwing for me. You can do it in the seclusion of a
dark drive-in movie if you want to. Me? I intend to
do it in my open Jaguar at high noon on the
Hollywood Freeway. If you see us coming, please
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CLIMAX AND CONCLUSION

_ Now that I arrive at the final chapter of this

iodgepodge of thoughts and experiences, I have no
dea how to end it. I guess I'll lay a bunch of my
as out for your consideration, though I’m not
he most original thinker in the world. Maybe
very word I put down has been said a million
imes before. If this is true, you’ll have to forgive
; and simply add my name as an endorsement of
1e ones who said it all before.
My biggest hope is that Deep Throat has ‘ieee
‘a a ‘contribution toward changing the movie
industry. I want to see the day when sex will be an
epted, thing, and violence will be outlawed. I
think children should be allowed to see sex openly if
y can watch violence every day of their lives. I
d recently that a New York Times study of
ence on TV revealed that by age eighteen each —
merican child has witnessed 2,200 murders on
the family tube, but not one natural act of love. Is
t interesting? Why is the United States the only

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A while back I read that Tom and J
cartoons have been’ banned on television
England, because of their violence, and jus
yesterday the same ban was placed against Porky
Pig cartoons in West Germany. In England, by the ©
way, nudity is permissable on television. This
fascinating to me. We raise our children to kill, bj
day-to-day conditioning through entertainme
but are shocked if the same children reveal an
knowledge of natural sex. I say eS
strange somewhere. (
For my children—when I have them—I wo
_ much prefer that they learn to use their sex orga1
successfully. They were born with them; they ar
gifts of nature. I prefer that, over learning to kil
maim or abuse their brothers. Weapons are
manufactured; sex organs are natural. Which is.
‘worse? Which is better?
- When you consider also the huge amounts
money tax payers dole out for the fight again
pornography, you wonder about the logic. I’m sur 4
the greater proportion of the taxpayers woul
prefer to see their tax dollars contributed towar
cleaner air and better health care, and impro'
ments of environment in all ways. I honestly f
that the greatest — a ee
 grounds? It’s something to thinkabout. oe
I think it’sa shame we are “protected” io the &:
of people sor
tent of suffocation by a generation
10. can’t seem to awaken to change. When half
the population of our country is under twenty-five,
hy should all of us be subjected to the morals of :
those over fifty. But at probably won't improve in
e near future, the way the Nixon administration _ )
stacking the Supreme Court. My thought is that _
= old ones haven’t done very well so far, so it —
aywell be time for younger minds to ponder our ~
ture. If not young in years; at least open in their
inking.
We should worry more about real issues and
SS about what a few uptight fogeys think are —
issues. If this country is free, shouldn’t each person
. given a choice to live as he wishes? ‘I’m not
talking about anarchy. I’m only saying that it
on’t work anymore for one mind to absolutely
control another oy by Saying: “It’s the law,
cept it or go to jail.
= Why do you suppose so many kids run away
from home every year? I think I know why,
because it wasn’t long ago I almost did the same
thing. It’s because we are too intelligent in this
coming generation to ‘be led by the nose. We
e to be reasoned with, explained to, and shown
to our own understanding the why of things. It
ght have been fine to force certain rules on the
gee people in another age. There was a pe

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 when strictness was. essential to keep dull minds
duller, so they would have no aspiration beyond —
pushing a plow. But we are thinking today, an
ae must try things for ourselves. We hope eos is
better way, and we are groping to find it. 4
One thing.is certain, our society eiiice revers a |
itself from its forward path. It will probably be ©
slowed for a time, but the people of my generatio
- will eventually save the day. The air will eventuall
clear. :
I know I’ve offended people in this book,b
the things I’ve said, and I’m truly sorry if on
single person has been hurt in any way. But wh:
I’ve been talking about is happening. It’s true. You —
may consider my views dirty, sordid, immoral, but —
what I’ve written about has been going on since
th
_ beginning of civilization. I’m only putting someo
it into words. I don’t consider any sex act dirt
_ My body is mine to do with as I see fit, and ther
are millions of others like me. It is only warped
thinking _habits that make bodily function
anything but clean and beautiful.
If religious leaders of decades. past gave. th
word that each girl should be deflowered at —
puberty by her father, that would be our custom.
today. Or if the Pope decreed that only pussy
should be eaten on Friday, then it would be on the
Catholic. menu instead of fish. We’ve bee
conditioned through so many years by other
_ decrees, that we assume that’s how it should be.

178.
 es don’t at ai aad there ; are enilbons a :
as. I do. Just because the word is” on
tten,doesn’ t mean the word is truth.
Many of my generation have made big oe,
takes, like meddling with hard drugs and the
ce, but in most cases they have been driven to it
too much control, in my opinion, not by the
d timer’s theory of too much permissiveness. :
y of us are right when we say we are smarter
n our parents. In fact, many of the students in
average high school are far brighter than the
mes who waited out a certificate to teach them.
see stupid, antiquated laws thrust upon us, and
World straights standing over us with clubs to
they are observed. S
Can anyone with intelligence argue against the
galization of pot, for instance. Even the
resident’s commission came back with a liberal
ort. But they didn’t come up with the right
wers, did they? They said yes, but the law still
- no. But the same ones enforcing those laws
id 2 okay to destroy health and family by
owning in booze. What hypocrites they are! |
Most of the young people I know may have
in with their bodies, but I haven’t known any to
ow violence. Most of them turn on with grass,
ut very few drink liquor or smoke tobacco. I,
onally, have known very few people strung out
narcotics. If they do, they are not friends for
5 ‘That’s the suicide route orr plain stupidity. I

be Soe
 They’ re looking for something better. than ae
they have, or are just too weak. and lacking ©
self-respect to give a damn. They are so stifled by
our present trends, that I guess they would justas
soon die than fight it.
There is one girl I knew in Florida whe Jet
herself get into heroin. She was a pret
twenty-three-year-old blonde with a dynamite
body. She was making plenty of bread in straig
photographic modeling, and even had a great hou
of her own. Then something happened. She, fo
reasons unknown to me, got hooked on heroin. In
less than six months she was a sniffling, emaciate
shell of her former self. Her eyes were sunken, a:
bloodshot and she was bumping into buildings as
she tried to walk down the street. Someone to
her it would relax her nerves, I was told. So she
sniffed some and eventually started taking it in the —
veins. It was a sickening and sad waste, and I would
join any group to help keep all human Daings fro
that fate.
I would just like to see reasonable atese
about things that are happening that are not really
harmful. I say if a man wants a piece of tail
should be able to take part of his weekly payche
and buy it on the corner. This man would be far
less likely to commit rape if he had this choi
The best thing I’ve seen happen in this area is th

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co answer. z

mories in a jeticoft session in the bathroom. It

eightens sexuality perhaps, but it’s silly to say
t such movies make rapists. Men commit rape |
use of some inhibition planted in them by one
r another of our stupid moral codes..Many men
© see porno flicks have never seen real free sex _
fore. They learn about it, and that’s much of the
ge in itself. If they can find a partner to practice —
1e acts with, that’s great, but atleast some of the’
sstery has been lifted. They know what’ S
happening out there with the lucky ones.
rnography is good. Nothing about sex is bad.
at should be repeated over and over by
vel rbody reading this book, and perhaps the truth
will eventually be seen.
‘The Supreme Court decision on Deep Throat is
illpending, and if it’s negative, the sequal, Deep
iroat (Part Two) will be released with an R
tin . That means all the explicit sex scenes will
. I guess those who may resent this, if it
 good, but ee canee
As for me, I'll be making s¢
sex Sereas one
people will watch them. If they can’t be shown ii
theaters, then you'll just have to join the 8mr
clan. I haven’t changed since my success, and wil
be careful not to change. I may work in regule
feature films, but it’s doubtful. I already passed u ¢
one that dealt with violence, but you know my ~
stand on that. And I would hate to appear as a
hypocrite myself. It irritates me to see chicks wh
made the rise to stardom by fucking on producer:
casting couches, only to cry out in anger whe
someone wants them to drop their bras fora
earthy shot in a movie. They say they can’t risk
ruining their reputations. I can’t think of any
‘ female star who was hurt by being sexual. ae
_ I thought it was cool when Burt Reviolas di
his Cosmopolitan thing, but even he says he woul
never do it again. Maybe the right-wingers who ru
Washington warned him or something. To me, it
ridiculous. He made it big by shedding a fe’
clothes, and now he’s going straight. That’s whi
I’m talking about. Do your thing and stay with i
As for me, I’m exercising every morning wit
Jack LaLanne on TV, trying to keep my bod
shapely enough to turn people onin my nex
movie. I haven’t bought any diamonds or mink:
have no intention of keeping up with the Jonese
either. In fact, the most expensive thing Ty
bought since the money started coming in is

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CONTENTS

e FOR OPENERS e
e MY EARLY LIFE e
e | LEARN ABOUT SEX e
e | REALLY LEARN ABOUT SEX e
e MY SPECIAL TECHNIQUES e
e THE MAKING OF DEEP THROAT «
e THE WORLD DISCOVERS LINDA LOVELA
: oe e DEEP THROAT Il «
e WHAT (OR WHO) COMES NEXT? e
e LIFE CAN BE A BALL e |
° CLIMAX, AND CONCLUSIONS «
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