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
