War, Sex, and Hierodules

The history of the Iraq war will be written by historians. Kind of a silly tautology, but bear with me. I think because it will be historians writing it America will come off looking much worse then if, say, journalists or accountants were writing that history. And the reason for this is the looting of Iraq's museums and the burning of its libraries. America will sleep with the barbarians on historian's book shelves, right there with those who burned the library at Alexandria, right there with those who blew up the Parthenon. This cannot be undone.

The artifacts from this planet's cradle of civilization cannot be replaced. The lives lost are individual tragedies, they are lost potential in vast number. But life is tenacious and soon they will be replaced by the oldest form of unskilled labor.

The sketchy records we have of Sumerian civilization, the mother or all civilizations, has much to say about sex and fertility. Apparently there was little modesty about the act in Sumerian culture. They had the same problems as we did, though perhaps slightly different approaches. For example, it seems that masturbation alone or with a partner was a popular technique for enhancing potency. They had anal sex, both male and female and aside from the pleasure aspects it was also used as a method of birth control, certainly by the hierodules, the temple prostitutes.

The famous temple prostitutes came in two flavors, as it were. There were the priestesses who were professional worshipers of the fertility goddess. They enacted symbolic and quite sexual "marriages" with male worshipers. Then there were also ordinary women who prostituted themselves at least once in their lives in the temple as part of their religion. Apparently men did this also.

The main goddess of the Sumerians was Inanna, a goddess of war, death, and of course fertility. She was a very sexual and sexy deity. In fact, one of the oldest extant written texts tells the very racy story of The Courtship of Inanna and Dumuzi, full of lines like "plow my vulva" and "he smoothed my black boat with cream". I rather like that one. There's actually a whole modern book devoted to Inanna. There's also Sex and Eroticism in Mesopotamian Literature.

All this was circa 2000 BCE, but by about 1600 BCE the region was giving raise to the first written legal codes, like The Code of the Nesilim, c. 1650-1500 BCE. They recognized certain practicalities of sexual wandering:

191. If a free man picks up now this woman, now that one, now in this country, then in that country, there shall be no punishment if they came together sexually willingly.

Works for me.

On the other hand there were some rather interesting items regarding farm animals:

187. If a man have intercourse with a cow, it is a capital crime, he shall die. They shall lead him to the king's hall. But the king may kill him, the king may grant him his life. But he shall not approach the king.

So cows are right out. So are pigs or dogs it would seem:

199. If anyone have intercourse with a pig or a dog, he shall die. If a man have intercourse with a horse or a mule, there is no punishment. But he shall not approach the king, and shall not become a priest. If an ox spring upon a man for intercourse, the ox shall die but the man shall not die. One sheep shall be fetched as a substitute for the man, and they shall kill it. If a pig spring upon a man for intercourse, there is no punishment. If any man have intercourse with a foreign woman and pick up this one, now that one, there is no punishment.

So horses and mules seem to be OK. The rule seems to be that if you eat it you don't want anybody to "smooth it with cream" first. On the other hand, nothing wrong with a little cum in your food.

The beastie crowd is still alive and well of course, with perhaps the most interesting story in that area being that of Bodil Joensen. Girls do have that thing with adoring horses, don't they? Personally I never really saw the attraction. Also the thought that some of these animals may not be entirely willing participants makes the whole thing even less appealing to me.

Bouncy

My choice of name for her should become obvious in the course of this story. It all begun a few days before with a rather funny ad I read on one of the local personals sites. I hesitate to reproduce it here because it was pretty specific and I want to preserve Bouncy's anonymity. Suffice it to say that the ad was amusing, but it was also rather out of date, having been placed more then a month and a half ago. However, since she was reasonably local and I liked the ad I sent off a friendly note telling her so.

Much to my surprise I actually got a reply. Typically women get so many emails from such ads that the odds of guys ever actually hearing back are pretty low. Consequently I never have any great expectations after occasionally sending off such emails. Though I must say, now that I look back on it, I actually have received replies in a significant minority of cases when I've done it. Maybe I should keep some statistics on this.

In any event, I heard back from Bouncy and after we corresponded a couple of times and after she saw the requisite picture of me, she agreed to meet me. It turns out that Bouncy was a student at a local community college. She suggested we meet on campus after one of her classes, and so we arranged to find each other in front of the Student Union.

When I got there what I found was a bouncy 20 year old, all of five foot three or so, jet black hair to her shoulders, jet black eyebrows over eyes with dark makeup and a compact yet nicely curvy figure. She was neither thin nor overweight, just compact and feminine, everything in round proportion, with nice breasts set off by her dark sweater and black pants hugging round hips. When I walked up and asked if she was Bouncy she was furiously stuffing papers and books into her bulging backpack. A keychain dangled from the pack and one of those small stuffed toys which no matter how "cute" they are always make me think of Voodoo dolls plucked from some parallel dimension whose inhabitants are all soft, round and brightly colored.

I sat down next to her and she immediately launched into an account of her last class (Literature), the personality of her teacher ( no sense of humor), the fashion choices of her classmates ( unflattering of their bellies) and the cuteness factor of the mostly "ethnic" guys in her class (generally "yucky and immature"). This was just after I said hello and barely a word more. She was one of those girls who just love to talk about anything that comes into their minds, with no regulator between brain and mouth. I sat there in quiet amusement listening to her blathering on, wondering if she was really the 20 years old that she said she was in her ad.

When she paused to take in air, and let me tell you it took a while, I finally got a chance to ask her to tell me about herself. In short order she confirmed that yes, she had indeed turned 20 some three months earlier, that she worked part time in a clothing store while going to school, that her parents were living in the Central Valley, and that she was living with a bunch of roommates in a big house on the Peninsula, whose personalities she proceeded to dissemble upon at some length. The only thing required to keep her going was the occasional nod, a smile, and the infrequent interjection of "Really?" or "That's interesting", or "She didn't!". Some 20 minutes later the amusement factor was wearing thin and I had enough. Entertaining though she was I did want to get into her panties after all. She was physically awfully cute and I knew I would have fun with her.

I interrupted her stream of consciousness ramblings as politely as I could, not that she would notice otherwise, and told her I thought she was cute and that, seeing as it was getting dark, I'd like to invite her to my place to continue the conversation. I could see her hesitate to mull things over, the first time in our long conversation, and in fact the last time in our brief acquaintance. Although we had exchanged email and I was pretty straightforward about what I wanted out of our encounter I don't think she quite came to terms with it until this moment. After a pause she asked me "You're not going to tie me up and strangle me or something are you?". I laughed and said that if I wanted to do that I would not leave an email trail a mile wide pointing back to me, and besides I wouldn't waste my time on reluctant girls when there was such an abundance of horny and willing maidens all about.

She said that I didn't seem like the type anyway, though I don't really know how she could judge that considering I said maybe 20 words so far in our relationship, and that I was "kind of cute", especially since she liked older guys and all. Kind of a left-tit-to-the-face compliment, but hey, I'll take what I can get.

She asked where I lived and after I told her she said she was going to call her roommate to let them know where she was going just in case, and that they probably would think she was a slut, but that she didn't care about their opinion anyway considering the kind of guys they slept with...

I cut her off again and asked her to get her car and follow me since I had sincere doubts about her ability to concentrate on the directions for more then a microsecond. I was genuinely afraid a shiny object on the way might distract her and she'd be lost. This being a written medium I should hasten to add that I meant that in the most amused and bemused way possible.

Long story short, she managed to follow me to my place in a bettered looking Toyota, and I led her inside. As she was walking ahead of me I got a good look at her ass, encased in a tight pair of black pants which showed off her roundness. She had one of those bubble butts, prominent but not disproportionate, an absolutely tight sweet sight as it strode in front of me. We got inside and she started looking around, her attention fluttering from one thing to another as if she was a hummingbird going from blossom to blossom, but without the concentration. She hit the restroom, and after she came out I told her to come over to the couch and let me take a look at her figure.

I sat down and had her turn around in front of me, feeling her through her pants. That slowed down her stream of consciousness commentary a bit as she got into feeling my hands all over her crotch and I sensed a bit of shyness come into her attitude, at least it seemed so to me. It didn't last long, as I bent her over the couch with her enthusiastic participation and pulled down her pants over her butt. She was wearing pale pink cotton panties and started joking about good thing that she had put on a clean pair today as she wiggled her ass while I felt her up again from behind.

I pulled them down and revealed that marvelous bubble butt of hers, small and yes, I would even call it perky, perfectly smooth and pale as much as the rest of her, a total contrast to her raven locks. Her pubic hair was as dark as the hair on her head and she had a fairly hairy bush which reached up her ass crack with find dark hairs around her little brown starfish. By this time she was getting a bit wet and I encouraged her to tense her pussy and ass as I fingered her crack. I brought my nose close to her crotch from behind and inhaled her scent, musky, and a bit acrid. I suspect she drank coffee which may have accounted for her hyper state to some extent. I buried my face in her pussy and started tonguing her, causing her to emit little moans every time my tongue passed over her clit.

I gave her a good tonguing, and as I was doing so she was obviously enjoying herself. When I went to lick her ass she initially pulled away a bit, but I grabbed her hips and brought her back to my face and let my tongue roam. At this point she giggled and when I asked why she said she'd never had anybody lick her ass. I asked if she liked it and as she was saying it tickled a bit but was good I stuck my thumb in her pussy slithering it across her clit on the way. The goal was to get her to associate pleasure with butt play, something I was quite successful at judging by her sounds and wiggles.

I asked if she had ever done anal, and she said not really but she had played with some small dildos. I worked a finger up her ass and she was very tight, really much too tight for my dick.

After a bit, my penis was calling for some attention so I sat down on the couch and pulled open my zipper. She stepped out of her pants and panties which had been around her ankles up to this point. She pulled off her sweater showing a pale white bra cradling small but full breasts - small because she was relatively tiny, but perfectly formed proportional ripe globes with wide nipples. She took the bra off, leaving her only in a pair of white athletic socks, and moved her face to my dick. She fished it out of my pants and underwear and noticed I was uncircumcised.

It turns out she had never played with an uncut dick so she started looking at it and playing with it, which pleased me just fine. I pulled back my foreskin and told her to suck it, which she proceeded to do, saying I tasted salty. While her head was busy in my crotch I marveled at her jet black hair, and her smooth white skin. She would make a great Goth. I noticed the fine dark hairs on her arms as she placed them on my thighs to grasp my dick. Odd, the things you notice and think about when getting head.

She went at me for a while until I was ready to fuck her, at which point I grabbed a condom and told her to get on my lap. She was so small and light that bouncing her on my lap was very easy and after she eased herself on top of me it was no trouble at all to grab her butt and maneuver her up and down - bouncy Bouncy. Being so relatively small her pussy was nice and tight, but I could not go all the way in without hurting her, so I had to be careful not to bounce her too hard on the down stroke.

As we went at it I became aware of her earrings, some sort of an abstract curved design which kept bouncing into my face as she leaned against my neck. We paused while she took them off, she already off on a monologue about where she got them and her other earrings and why these were not her favorite. I resumed bouncing her again in hopes of quieting her, which in due course I succeeded in doing, except for the sound of her heavy breathing.

After a little while I needed to pee because she was up and down on my bladder and by then my arms were getting a bit tired. We broke up and I headed for the bathroom leaving her laying back on the couch in a faint sheen of sweat feeling around her pussy with her hand.

After I came back I found her in front of my bookshelf, moving around looking at all my books and moving around peering at the usual clutter which tends to assemble in various spots around the house. As she was gazing at this and that, starting up another monologue I knelt behind her and started licking her again from behind. We wound up on the floor, she on top again, doing 69 for a while until she asked for something to drink. We got up and headed for the kitchen where I poured her a drink, but teasing her and not giving it to her before making her suck my dick for a while. She laughed and went at it with some enthusiasm, looking tiny, curvacious and adorable on her knees like that. After she complained that the floor was hurting the knees I pulled her up handed her a glass and said I wanted to fuck her some more.

I grabbed her by the hand and headed for the bedroom where I had more condoms. When we got there she started the same old routine flitting all about looking at things and making comments before winding up in front of the mirror preening herself and sticking her tits out as she examined herself. I stoked myself up and bent her over in front of the mirror and proceeded to crouch behind her as I fucked her. It was a bit awkward since she was shorter then me, but the sight of her in the mirror and the butt below me at my crotch was glorious.

She kept looking at herself as I fucked her, alternately moaning and getting into it, alternately examining us in the mirror and making comments on how we looked, the color of the carpet, quality of the light, the pictures on the wall. It was a bit distracting. After a bit, tiring of the position, I picked her up trying to stay inside her with the intention of carrying her to the bed. It didn't work and my dick slipped out of her, making both of us laugh hard, but I did pick her up and sling her into bed before falling at her crotch to devour her some more. Very tasty indeed. She got hornier and hornier and I sensed that she would come if I kept this up, so I obliged her and worked my tongue until she did, squeezing my head with her firm milky thighs.

She collapsed in the bed and I wiggled up beside her running my hands over her body and her curvaceous breasts as she breathed heavily and lay there in a sheen of sweat, her black hair totally disheveled and matted to her face. Quite a sight. All too soon though she revived and resumed her monologue, talking about how this was one of her better orgasms, how she usually comes pretty small when fucking, how sex can be awkward, and how her ex-boyfriend always came too soon, and so on.

I let her go on for a while, nodding and smiling, but eventually the sight and feel of her body reminded me that I really wanted to cum. Just as she was about to get up and start gazing out the window I told her in a joking manner that I was not finished with her yet and to suck my dick some more. She did, complaining with some justification about the rubber taste left by the condom. I started pumping myself with my hand into her mouth. Eventually I turned her around licked some more front and back while jacking off, until I was ready to cum. My tongue was in her pussy and my nose in her ass as I came, mostly on the sheets as she apparently didn't really want any of it on herself.

I lay back ready to relax, but she had all sorts of energy in her and wouldn't keep quiet. She was squirming and talking about this and that again, starting with the protein content of cum.

Don't get me wrong, as critical as I may sound about her non stop talking and flitting about, she was amusing enough to watch, a little fireball of self centered energy with a very sexy body and little inhibition. Ultimately though she was just exhausting.

After a bit, feeling a desperate desire for some peace and quiet I managed to herd her into the living room and into her clothes. At one point I actually put on her bra while she talked and talked, appearing entirely happy and content, making silly jokes, talking about herself and her friends and seemingly everything under the sun which revolved around her. In due course I managed to shoo her out the door with a vague promise of more email and possible future meetings.

Bouncy was a lot of fun, but you wouldn't want to deal with her after a long day of work. Her body was gorgeous, her butt absolutely delicious and perfectly formed. Even though she had turned 20 you could still see the teenager in her with her preoccupation with fashion, her girlfriends and her self centered view of the world. As much as I liked diving into her crotch I'm not sure I'm prepared to deal with her sparkling personality yet again, at least not without administering a monster dose of Ritalin. Maybe I'm just getting old and find young pussy too exhausting, horrible thought that it might be. On the other hand it wasn't her pussy which was exhausting, it was more her brain which wore me out. And I'm OK with that.