By now, all devotees of adult entertainment must be
familiar with the new sub-genre known simply as "Bukkake". I will not go
into an historical/linguistic analysis of the term, but I will attempt
to offer a sketch of the genre and ruminate a bit on some of the
potential sociological implications of what I see as a significant
advance in human behavior.
The original Japanese films portrayed a highly ritualized
sex show where a demure young lass, usually in school girl or corporate
uniform kneels in the center of a small room. There is usually some
visual prop to emphasize her as the center of attention - velvet ropes
hung from brass pedestals forming a fence around her, two or three rows
of "security guards" who serve to control access to her.
The girl waits patiently, little or no emotion showing on
her face as one by one, men who have been masturbating just off camera
approach and ejaculate into her face.
Often there will be as many as 75 or 80 men. Sometimes the
girl briefly fellates the man of the moment, sometimes not. There is
usually no significant sound track ( i.e. music or dialogue ) other than
a few appreciative grunts and groans from the gents.
Although I find some Japanese women quite attractive, the
Japanese bukkake films I've viewed leave me cold, kinda like watching an
IBM documentary on their latest mainframe operating system.
Not to worry though, with characteristic Yanqui ingenuity
and resolve, the U.S. porn industry has spotted a good idea, and
improved it. The U.S. versions are considerably livelier, almost a party
atmosphere. Some of the girls really get into the action, after all they
are doing the best thing possible for their complexions -the natural
vitamins and proteins in cum have long been known to help condition
skin.
I'm really enthusiastic about the direction of the U.S.
versions, a few of the latest films I've seen have been quite hot, and I
think bukkake also has some promise as a general, amateur activity. Talk
about a natural fund raiser - how many times have you been driving
around and seen a church group or civic club selling car washes ? Now,
who the hell wants to wash their car ? I let mine sit in the rain -
works just fine.
But suppose you drove past a fire department and saw a
large hand-lettered sign that read "Bukkake $5" . You park, and walk
into the station, ( which has been emptied of fire trucks for this
occasion ), and lo and behold, a gorgeous brunette Demi Moore look alike
is kneeling on a pillow in the center of the garage. Men mill around,
drinking draft Heineken from a freshly tapped keg, bullshitting, and
stroking their meat. One by one, as the need arises, they drift on over
to Demi and shoot their load.
Her hair is streaked with strands of cum, cum hangs from
her chin and occasionally falls to her bare breasts - she is grinning
like a she-devil - a good time is had by all. Shit, you would donate 5
bucks and join the party, right ?
Bukkake is also a natural initiation rite in a least two
ways. First, sororities at some of our rowdier campuses could require
that all new members undergo a bukkake.
The beautiful debutante would kneel in the center of a
large room in the sorority house while several invited fraternity houses
mill around, swilling beer, and, uh, rising to the occasion. The
debutante would have to fellate the three largest guys, the rest would
have to service themselves. At the crucial moment guys move right next
to or in front of the cutie and shoot their load. The whole party would
be recorded on video for both the sorority archives and the debutantes
scrapbook. ( Interesting item for her future ex-husband don't you think ?)
Football games ( pro and college ) could be made
infinitely more interesting if a simple rule was adopted: the losing
quarterback's wife or
girlfriend must perform a bukkake for the players and staff of the
victorious team. This would take place immediately after the game and be
televised live - wow - talk about ratings !
Anyone stuck in Atlanta's Hartsfield International Airport
would appreciate this scheme: Shitcan 1 large gift shop on each
concourse and make it into a bukkake room. Hookers from Greater Atlanta,
dressed in cute stewardess outfits would staff each room. Christ, guys
would be praying for flight delays.
My final suggestion: For all you guys who have stood in
line for 3 or 4 hours at the local Division of Motor Vehicles office
waiting for the privilege of paying 20 or 30 bucks for a plastic decal
which certifies that you have, uh, spent 20 or 30 bucks, how would you
like the cutest female employee at the office to be forced into bukkake
for the waiting gents ?
Think the shits would speed up service ? ( Probably not, I
can see the end of shift scene now as one female employee consoles
another : "Lawdy lawdy Shoneeka , dey sure cum all OVAH you dis
afternoon !" ).
George
Kranz
