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Archive-title: Come Time
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Come Time - Chapter 1 - Around the World the Hard Way
By Windy City
SysOp of the NixPix Windy City BBS 708/564-1069
This is my recollection of The Revolution. Not the sexual
revolution as such, but the real revolt of the human animals against
their keepers, those who passed the millions of laws to protect us
from ourselves and to enslave our soul, spirt, our very humanity.
I have the luxury of having discovered, in the ruins of Chicago, the
Morgue of the Chicago Sun Times newspaper. With not much else left
to do I have been reading through the archives of daily and Sunday
editions to help me relive the past 35 years.
What memories there are. My most exciting time was Fat Tuesday
1998. I can still remember how the entire city of Boston cast aside
the latest church edict and experienced a pagan celebration the likes
of which was never equaled. I was in Lexington, on the green at
Breeds Hill and I was one of many who helped fire that shot they now
say was heard around the universe.
It had been a nice spring, warmer than usual along the eastern
seacoast and the common was filled with costumed and uninhibited
visitors from around the world. The populace of this once catholic
conservative community had decided to openly raise issue with the
Popes decree that there would be no gluttony of sinning just because
Lent was about to begin. And so here we were risking eternal
damnation in the pits of Hell to have a bit of fun before 40 days of
the living hell which had become Lent.
I decided that I would regale myself as a Stud Bull just to show on
the outside the urges I was feeling within. I was standing by one
of the few trees left on the hill when a group of bewitchingly
beautiful women passed, must have been six of them, all dressed as
the characterization of what nice girls think whores look like.
"Hey, girls, got time to take on a Sailor", the line was cast.
"Sure, what you got in mind.", giggled the cute redhead.
"Get your cute asses over here and lets see what we can negotiate."
It took a bit of whispering and chuckling before three of the ladies
headed my way and the rest of them went toward the more lighted
areas.
It was easy to tell that these three had a little help loosing their
inhibitions but, what the hell they were cute. "I'm WC." "Molly."
"Tish." "Sue." Suddenly we were old friends.
Molly had the cutest fanny a man could want and was wearing a mini
that almost reached her crotch and I just had to touch. She began
to wiggle it under the pressure of my hand. Tish just walked up
beside me and started whispering in my ear.
"Well mister Stud Bull you better be well fed and well rested because
we are going to drain you dry if it takes all night."
Sue was the quiet type but knew what to do and took her place at my
feet and lifted the flap which held the two foot long simulated Bull
Cock that was part of the costume and dug out my expanding cock.
Back in '85 I got a dose of insecurity and was one of a hundred or
so guys who went to this place in Cleveland that claimed to make
your cock bigger. Well I had 10 inches when I went in and they
decided to see what they could do since most of their clients
started with six or less. Well these Docs gave me the works and by
the time I left there I was sporting a foot and a half of meat any
time I got real excited.
"My Gawd, look at this thing", was her reaction when the real thing
began to inflate from the touch of her hand. I was getting ready
for action.
Molly the Mini was pulling it up to where it was fast becoming a
belt and her panties went while Tish was tongue fucking my mouth
like a jackhammer with the hots. But Sweet Sue was sucking my
attention right away from the other two and I mean she was sucking.
She put one hand around my shaft at the base and her other hand
around the middle. Then she opened her mouth, licked her lips
glistening wet. Sue parted her lips just a tad and forced them the
rest of the way open by pushing her mouth onto my cock and she just
kept pushing until I felt the convulsion as it hit the back of her
throat. She kept pushing and gagging until tears ran down her face
and this was just the first stroke. Her head began to pull back and
at the same time her hands moved lightly along my cock keeping pace
with her retreating lips. The combination of her mouth and hands
began a slow paced cock sucking rhythmic in and out that was getting
me to my full extension damn fast. Tish had managed to get behind
me and had uncovered my ass and was preparing for her own feast.
I spread my feet, leaned my shoulders against the tree and walked my
feet far enough away from it's trunk to let her have room to sit
with her face so close to my ass I could feel every breath of hot
air she exhaled. With one hand she cupped and gently massaged my
balls. She used the other to open my cheeks enough I could feel her
blowing on my tight anus. Then like a steaming hot poker her tongue
speared my ass hole and went a full inch inside. Sue nearly got
strangled by being on the wrong end of a stroke when my involuntary
thrust shoved about 4 inches of cock past the back of her mouth and
down her throat.
Molly had managed to get all of her clothes into one band around her
middle and had one hand trying to rip her tits off she was working
on them so hard. The other hand looked like a cake mixer the way it
was twirling at her clit and pussy lips. But she wanted a hunk of
me some how and suddenly she got a gleam in her eye and reached up
and grabbed a tree limb. Like Tarzana she swings her pussy right
into my face and wrapped her legs around the tree trunk. That girl
had great aim. Her clit just popped right between my lips and I had
to fight the sneeze building from her light pussy hair in my nose.
She almost lost her grip and had to swing back and wrap her arms
around the limb rather than hold on with her hands.
While Molly was getting ready for another swing at me, I got a chance
to see Sue and Tish getting into the most devilish position I had
ever seen. Tish was sitting against the tree, legs out and Sue
lifted herself up and sat on her feet. Not like you think she sat
on them either. Tish bent one foot toward her and one away and Sue
first started the right foot up her ass and then leaned back and got
the left one into her pussy. She took one hand off my cock long
enough to get the toes into the right holds and then just
wriggled herself down to the arches. Then Tish bent her knees so
that her thighs parted and Sue extended one leg and popped her size
five right into Tish's box. These girls had done this before.
That was the last thing I saw for a long while because Molly had
gotten her grips figured out and slammed me back to doing my share
by filling my mouth with one dripping wet pussy. I could not have
stood another stimulation. Sue was picking up speed with her mouth
fucking and the two hand grip kept getting tighter and tighter on my
rock hard cock. Every stroke she managed to get more and more of my
cock past the corner and down her throat. I could feel the angle
changing as she bounced up and down on her two footed seat and could
hear a sound like a dishrag inside a glass as she and Tish got
looser and wetter from the stretching and pounding their sweet
pussies were taking.
I felt Tish's tongue keep fucking my ass hole. I never knew a tongue
could be so hot, hard, or long. I felt like it was 6 inches long
and big as a bottle as he kept banging her face into my ass and
driving that tongue farther and farther up my ass. This gave new
meaning to "cheek to cheek". My tongue was getting an intimate
relationship with Molly's pussy. First I would run it from ass hole
to clit. Then I'd poke it in and out of her pussy three or four
times real fast. And the last stop was to suck her clit into my
mouth where I could swirl my tongue around it so fast it nearly
burned me. Molly began flexing her legs and banging her box into my
face as she was the first to lose control.
There she was hanging from a tree with my face and the tree trunk in
her leg lock and she began to scream at the top of her lungs. "Here
I cum. Oh God, here I cum. YYIIIeeee, whoooee ieeeee eiiii
aiaiaiaia wheeeeeiiiii." So loud I'm sure they heard her at the
old North Church. She was loud to me, even with her legs wrapped
around my ears. I damn near got knocked out as she started driving
her pussy right at my mouth. All I could do was suck her clit into
my mouth and hang on and keep my tongue moving until it got cramps.
Next thing I know is that the tongue is out of my ass and Tish is
howling like an old fashioned steam engine. Each scream is right
into my burning ass hole and feels like a blow torch as she tries to
out scream Molly. I can feel her trashing behind me and I know she
has completely lost it.
Sweet, quiet Sue is not making a sound. The leg that is foot fucking
Tish is jerking like she stepped in something bad and is trying to
kick it off. Every kick forces another scream from Tish. My cock is
being jerked up and down what seems like a foot as she bounces her
ass and pussy on Tish's feet. Her grip on my cock is so tight that
it feels like the skin is going to burst if I don't get some blood
flowing soon. But most of all her head is going in and out like a
woodpecker trying to get a first rate termite from an old oak tree.
Tish grabs my balls and shoves two finger up my ass to get my cum
flowing and I can feel it starting in my toes. My legs begin to
shake and my cock begins to twitch signalling Sue to get ready.
Molly almost gets her clit bit off as the first convulsion runs thru
me and catches Sue with my cock nearly half way down her throat.
With the first jerk my cock is its full size and nearly strangles
her. Sue pulls back with just the head of my cock in her mouth and
starts pumping both hand as fast as she can. Molly swings back and
drops away from me and I look down at Sue's filling cheeks as shot
after shot goes into her mouth. Tish pulls away and three feet
leave hot spots with a pop like a cork. Suddenly all three girls
are helping fill Sue's mouth my hot white explosion. Suddenly it is
like I'm having the orgasm of the century. Each quake is greater
than the last. True to my costume I begin to bellow at the top of
my lungs. "YUJJGGREEE, HERE IT CUMS". "FUCK, SHIT, OH GAWD,
ARRRGGGGEEEEEE." louder, much louder than even the girls, I announce
to the world that heaven on earth has arrived. With the tremors
subsiding a bit I look down and see Sue gasping for breath, mouth
open with Tish and Molly open mouthed under her chin catching the
cum she had been storing there like a small rodent preparing for
winter.
Like magic a towel and tissue appear and the clean up is swift and
efficient. As soon as I get my costume in rough order I begin to
thank them for the great time but they have already vanished like
the spirits of the night they really were.
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Chicago Sun Times:
Lexington, Ma. Authorities attribute last nights Orgy and Riot
to the primal orgasmic screams which originated from Breeds Hill
just after 10:00 PM last night. The Fat Tuesday celebration was
proceeding as planned when male and female cries of sexual
ecstasy echoed through the country side. Like a torch through
tinder, the animal passion swept through the crowd. Already
excited from their own revelry the estimated 40,000 began to
perform every conceivable act of sexual gratification.
....
One local official was heard to quip, "That fella fired a shot
that was heard around the world."........
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There's a lot more to this story but I'm getting a bit tired and
need to check out a few more things. I'll tell you more as soon as
I get my facts right and get a little rest.
Come Time - Chapter 2 - The Second Coming (and a third...)
This is my recollection of The Revolution. Not the sexual
revolution, as such, but the real revolt of the human animals against
their keepers, those who passed the millions of laws to protect us from
ourselves and to enslave our soul, our spirit -- our very humanity.
I have the luxury of having discovered, in the ruins of Chicago,
the morgue of the "Chicago Sun Times" newspaper. With not much else left
to do I have been reading through the archives of daily and Sunday
editions to help me relive the past 35 years
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If I don't establish some pattern for this history even I won't
be able to follow along. Each time I sit down to write I'm going to
include three items: 1. Something from the distant past that helps give
background to aid in understanding. 2. Another event from the Rebellion
that started in 1998. 3. A short Summary of the history related to date
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On this morning, I was scanning the news from the summer of '89.
Damn papers were filled with the debate between the French and the
Americans over who found the AIDS virus first. Shame that not many folks
study history or write authentic novels these days. That is the bequest
of history to me. To transcribe the facts from the evidence presented in
the few remaining archives, to establish conclusions based on these
artifacts, and to interpret these conclusions based on the expertise
gained by having survived the period under discussion. And, last, to try
to pass along what really happened -- not just dates and uninspiring
facts, but the pure emotional experience.
The 1980s BA (Before AIDS) were really great. Like all
Revolutions, the Sexual Revolution had run its course and been replaced
with a stratified menu of life styles. Most of us operated on more than
one level. My behavior was like that of a submarine in the sea of
humanity. I submerged and explored the layers through my periscope,
occasionally venturing to actually raise my pole in the waters. A
sociologist might present a detailed logically organized discussion of
the flavors but I would much rather call 'em like I saw 'em and here's
one:
VIRGIN and the pressure builds!
We all start this way. Then, one day, I didn't want to be one
any more. That was a real problem. I was about 12 (going on 50). My dad
had this set of black and white porno playing cards that were so raunchy
that I got a hard on just thinking about sneaking a look at them. My
folks gave me the same sex education that the dog got, which was to get
hit with the garden hose if I looked like I was even thinking about it.
One day my dad was working and my mother was gone and I spent
about an hour looking at those cards and thinking about playing "POKE
HER." That night I lay in bed, making a tent by stroking my pole, when
all of a sudden this thick white junk stared to come out the end of it.
I thought sure something was wrong: The damn stuff looked like puss! I
was awake half the night worrying if I would survive. I'd gone and broke
the damn thing before I got to use it. I hit the library and did some
intense reading and got one hell of an education in a hurry. My best
education came when I read "Knock On Any Door." There was just enough
between the lines in that one for me to figure out that everything was
okay and I had a lot to look forward to. This habit of learning from
books continued for many years and really worked great. There were books
on positions, on the female orgasm, anatomy, sexual stimulation,
perversion and every other avenue I wanted to explore.
By the time I was 14 I figured I was ready (and my dick was more
than ready). My cousin (about 57 times removed) was a cute scrawny kid
of about 12 who just thought I was GOD incarnate. Well, I kept taking
her for walks in the woods as her emotions and body began to pump the
same hormones into her that my balls were pumping into me.
One day, about 3 miles from home in the woods, we sat down to
rest for a while. I put my arm around her and she sat stiff as a tree at
first. Gradually she relaxed and leaned against me. Now, I've got to
describe Dar a bit. She was really a skinny kid and only about four-and-
a-half-feet tall. She had black hair down to her waist and no hips.
She turned toward me to say something and I kissed her. She
started to pull away and then wrapped her arms around my neck so tight
the bones in her thin arms felt like they were gonna cut my head off. My
springbuck cock damn near ripped the buttons off my fly as it cracked to
attention so fast you could hear it. We sucked each others' lips and
tried to give each other a tonsil check for over an hour. Dar was from
an old fashion family and always wore dresses or skirts and blouses. I
worked her onto her back and spent as much of my energy as possible
trying to make sure she could feel the lump from my hard cock against
her hot spot. When we finally stopped and I got off her I could see the
moisture on her white cotton panties. We had to get home but we promised
to "walk" again tomorrow.
Both my mother and father worked so I was home alone the next
morning at ten when Dar knocked at the door. I let her in and her face
was flushed and she was all giggly. I told her I needed to eat breakfast
and she sat at the kitchen table and watched me eat a bowl of cereal. I
went into my room and grabbed a blanket and we took off out the back
door and quick-stepped up the hill behind the house toward the woods. It
took just minutes to get to yesterday's passion pit, although it seemed
to both of us like we would never get there. Neither us said a word;
there was no need. As soon as I had the blanket down she sat on it, laid
back and opened her arms. My cock jumped to full hard and started
flexing inside my pants. I let myself down beside her and we started
right where we had left off yesterday.
I wanted to see a female body in living color, so I began to
unbutton her white blouse as fast as I could with one hand while my lips
were trying to suck her buck teeth out of her mouth. Her young tits had
just started to emerge. Her nipples were rock-hard and the slight mounds
on her chest barely hid her ribs. I pulled away from her lips and began
to suckle those tiny tits and Dar began to twitch and moan. I kept
asking and she kept telling me she was all right. I went back to kissing
her and let my hand go for her crotch. I'd never felt anything so soft.
She had white cotton panties and my hand slid under them and just felt
around that black fuzz on her mound. I finally discovered the wet spot
farther down and kept rubbing it and she kept squeezing me tighter and
tighter.
I knew that if I did not get my cock out of my pants it was
going to suffer permanent damage. I stood on my knees between her
toothpick legs and opened my pants and slid down my Jockey shorts. My
cock jumped out like a jack-in-a-box and pointed right at her face. Her
brown eyes got so big that I thought she was about to scream. I laid
down on top of her and began kissing her and she wrapped her arms around
my neck and hung on for her life as I ground my ten-inch cock against
her hot dripping panties. I finally had to get her panties off and she
kinda helped by lifting her legs a bit, but she was scared of that huge
thing I had sticking out of my hairy crotch.
I pushed her back down and got into position again and began to
rub my enormous, hot, hard cockmeat against her. Pretty soon she was
grinding her pubic bone into me and bouncing her tiny ass up and down to
rub her pussy against the shaft of my cock. I just had to come pretty
soon. My balls were hurting like I'd been kicked. I raised up and took
my cock in my hand and began to rub the head of it in that hot juice
between her legs. Every time I hit her clit she jerked like she had
stuck her finger in a light socket.
Faster and faster I kept rubbing it up and down and my hand was
pumping up and down the shaft every time I stroked her.
BIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOO!! There were five of the fastest squirts
of cum you ever saw. Must have been a full cup of it spraying all over
her pink pussy flesh and she jerked and twitched like it was boiling as
she came right along with me. We were both too embarrassed and shocked
to speak and started to put our clothes back in place when she said,
"Shame on you, you could have held it." She thought I'd pissed on her
she was so wet. She wiped with my handkerchief and we walked home just
as silently as before. Thus we became technical virgins. We knew the
joys of orgasm with the stimulation of a partner but we had not actually
had intercourse.
There isn't much more to the story of Dar. She moved away the
next week and I didn't see her until she was 30 and married, divorced
and married again. I was at a wedding when this stunning woman in a
black dress walked up to me and gave me a bear hug. Just as I realized
who it was, she whispered in my ear, "I'm still trying to find a man who
can make we twitch like you did that morning." I spent two days there
waiting for the swelling in my head to go down enough I could get
through the door.
I'm not sure why but thinking about Dar reminds me of the
meeting at Milly's Mansion in the summer of 1998. I had become famous
and a wanted man by church and government for having cause the ruckus
that spring. This elevated my status in the Underground. (I'll tell you
about the Underground some other time.) Milly was the leader of one of
the all-female cells in the Underground and she invited me to a meeting
at her place.
I'd heard stories about their meetings, so the invitation was
accepted almost before it was out of her mouth. Besides Milly and I had
a special kind of relationship.
I drove over to Lake Michigan, turned North and finally came to
the turn to her place. Once I got past the guard, a woman who could have
played in the NFL, I parked beside a Rolls and headed inside. The gal at
the door damn near tore my arm off until Milly saved me from being
ground up for dog food.
"Men are not permitted to attend our meetings. You are going to
have to observe from the closet." Milly explained as she led me down a
dark hall way and opened a door into a room about four feet square with
a two way mirror facing into what looked like a concert hall filled with
love seats instead of chairs. "Enjoy, and don't get caught," she
whispered as she quickly closed the door.
I found a comfortable chair and got settled just in time to see
Milly take her place at a microphone in front of about 50 of the most
beautiful women ever assembled in one place. I'm going to relate as much
as I can remember from this mind blowing evening.
Milly stood by the microphone until she was noticed and seats
were taken.
"The situation is no longer stable. This morning another of the
clone labs was penetrated and Y chromosome introduced into an entire
batch of unfertilized eggs. Men are becoming more militant and not
observing the sexless reproduction laws. Gangs of men have been reported
kidnaping virgins from the compounds, taking them into hiding, using
intercourse for impregnation, and allowing human childbirth. If this
were an isolated incident, there would not be cause for alarm. We have
always had to deal with a few renegade naturalist factions. But, this is
the third attack this month. Clearly, the Real Reproduction group is
gaining strength. Unless we can eradicate this menace we will see a
return of human reproduction to the Dark Ages."
I'd never seen this side of Milly. We had been members of the
Real Reproduction underground together for many years. I had always
wondered how she was able to know exactly what the other side was doing.
Now I knew. She was a Clean Party leader.
"Does anyone have any information that will help identify who is
responsible for these crimes?"
A stunning redhead rose and walked to the microphone.
"We all know the cause. That renegade WC has been getting a lot
of attention since Breeds Hill. There were people in that crowd from all
over the world. Before it was over, nearly everyone there had copulated
at least once. Now they are all spreading stories about how wonderful it
is and telling others to try it. All of our efforts to bring
civilization to a new high are in jeopardy. We have nearly eliminated
this wretched fornication and the associated wasted human energy it
represents.
"I've been doing research on this threat. He has been sexually
active in one form or another since he was 12 years old. He is known to
have had virgins and participated in orgies. For the past eight years he
has been using a computer bulletin board network to promote free
participation in sexual activities. We have captured and interrogated
one of his confederates. I would like to read what he says about this
WC."
"'WC gives us all access to pictures and stories of real human
sexual experiences. Hundreds of us meet electronically every day to
trade our experiences, engage in CompuSex, and to exchange mail with
others who share our interests.'
"We have been trying to trace this renegade but his followers
are amazingly loyal."
With that she returned to her seat. Milly returned to the
microphone.
"There are always have been rumors about these networks, but
none have been confirmed by our investigators. We all know that what
happened at Breeds Hill was a blow to our cause. Has anyone been able to
find out more about this WC?"
No one spoke or moved.
"We will meet here in one week. I want everyone of you to
question your acquaintances to see what we can learn about the leader of
this Rebellion."
With that Milly left the room and the others slowly filed out. I
waited, knowing she would not come for me until it was safe.
How had my one foray into the open this spring had such an
impact? Had I underestimated the pent-up urges in the loins of the
people? Was it really time to take the cloak of civilization from human
sexuality? Maybe people were ready to grow up and realize that all their
attitudes about sex had been implanted by those who wanted to control
them. Only time would tell, but I was definitely having to step up the
program.
Milly and I had been lovers for some years now but this was my
first visit to her Mansion. I was beginning to get bored when the door
opened and she slid in. We embraced for a long while.
"So far, so good. These are the cream of the Clean Party. If
they have no clues to your identity, then you are safe for now."
"Milly, it has been too long since you have been under my thumb.
I want to purge you of those people and return you to me. Take me to the
room I know is here somewhere. It is time to pay homage to your Master."
"I had this room built just for you. It is very difficult to
find tradesmen you can trust to do the construction I had in mind."
With those words she pressed a latch and a door opened to a set
of stairs going up toward the attic. I followed her flowing blonde mane
and tiny hips as she lead the way. When we reached the top, she tapped a
code on an electronic lock. After nearly 20 digits, I heard the
electronic latch click and she pushed in.
She stepped aside and I entered. The lights came on and Milly
knelt and averted her eyes as a good slave should. I left her there and
began to explore the shrine she had constructed for her master. It was a
perfect playroom for a space just twelve by twelve. One wall was had
rings mounted on the wall every two feet from floor to ceiling. Another
wall was padded and had four chain hoists suspended about a foot from
the wall. The left side of the room had a padded table about four-by-
eight feet and exactly 36 inches high. The table had trays just under
the top filled with lengths of leather cord.
The right side of the room had a metal stool with a saddle seat.
Extending from the seat were five adjustable arms each terminated by an
adjustable metal and leather clamp.
"My slave has done well. Have these been tested?"
She shook her head no, knowing the punishment for an incomplete
task.
"Then you shall be the tool of my testing." With that, I walked
to her, grabbed her arm and dragged her across the floor to the padded
wall. I pressed the down button for one of the hoists until it had
lowered the leather cuffs to the level of my face. First one then the
other was tightly close about her wrists. By pressing the up button it
was possible to stretch Milly until just her toes touched the floor.
I spun her to face me and put my hand down the neck of her dress
and ripped it away from her body leaving her hanging there in bra and
lace panties. I walked to the table and found the knife I knew would be
there. I cut the bra in the center. Using my knee to force her legs
apart, I slid the cool steel between her legs and slit her panties
across the crotch. With a slow, thoughtful walk I returned the knife to
its proper place. As I turned, I saw her watching me; such impertinence
would be punished. In the corner I found the tool for her discipline, a
wooden handle with five strands of silk rope, each knotted about two
inches from the end and frayed.
The handle was sanded smooth and waxed. I tested the whip by
flicking the frayed end across her buttocks. It was nicely balanced and
the ten inch handle would have many uses. I took off my shirt and shoes
and began my work. First bringing the lash downward to create light red
streaks along her spine and then across to create a pattern of red and
white squares. Then I moved to the front, wrapping all but one strand of
the lash around my hand. It took several trials, but finally I had the
range. With each strike the frayed end of the lash hit her nipple with a
hundred threads. I was rewarded by a soft whimper and the sight of the
nipple swelling into erection. I favored each swelling breast with ten
strokes and then brought the lash upward so that the knot barely touched
her pubic hair. She could not keep her legs together and thrust her
mound toward me.
My practiced hand brought the lash up and the dancing threads
stroked her exposed clit with each strike. Milly began to time the
strokes and would push her pussy forward trying to open it so those soft
silk threads could caress the lips and clit with each swing of the lash.
"Are you ready to serve, slave?" She nodded her response,
keeping her face toward the floor. The DOWN button let me release her
hands and I took her to the stool. Milly cowered at how I might use this
strange looking device that had been built to my specifications.
I grabbed her by the hair and forced her forward with the seat
pressing against her abdomen. I walked around and adjusted one of the
arms until the leather was positioned at her throat. I used the strap to
secure he neck. Next I fastened each arm over her head and slightly off
to the side. Last, I spread her legs wide and strapped them down at the
knees but left them free to bend.
She was completely helpless, her ass held high by the seat, legs
down and out of the way and her head held in position between her
outstretched arms. I stood beside the foot peddle jack that raised and
lowered the seat and turned her so that her face was in reach. With her
watching with wide eyes I removed my pants, letting my erection free. I
took my cock in my hands and slowly moved toward her. I grabbed her hair
and pulled her head so that her face was toward me. One press of the
foot peddle put her mouth directly in front of my cock. I took my hand
and fed the head into her mouth. I held two inches of my 18-inch cock
between her lips, letting her look at the length yet to attack her. I
reached over her and brought the lash down hard on her back. "Use your
tongue, slave, serve your Master."
She was eager to do just that and began to minister to my cock
head. In this position I had unimpeded access to her throat without
having to put a bend in my cock. As her tongue tried to caress my shaft
I began to rock back and forth, fucking her helpless face with my rock
hard meat. With each stroke I went a bit deeper into her. My first
penetration into her throat met with resistance. I drew back, giving her
time to breathe, and then thrust past the block and into her throat. I
would keep my cock blocking her airway until she began to panic and then
withdraw to let her gasp for air. Finally the rhythm was established and
I fucked in and out of her maw using nearly a foot of my huge dick.
She was not to get off that easy though. I withdrew before I
exploded into her mouth and rotated her until I was presented with her
tiny ass. How a woman with such big tits could have an ass that tiny
amazed me. Her cunt was reeking with the scent of woman in heat as I
spread her pussy lips and shoved nearly half my cock in with one thrust.
Her gasp told me that my first surprise was successful. I began to pump
her pussy with all the anger I felt for the mess that had become
civilization. Each thrust skewered her deeper. She would take all of it,
every inch. At about 12 inches she began to cry out with each thrust,
but the slopping sound told me there was no real harm being done. The
strokes were long, slowly withdrawn and fired forward as though
punctuating my passions. First 13 then 14 and finally 16 inches of rock-
hard, raging cock were ripping her apart. Finally I was rewarded with
the slap of her cheeks against my body and I held deep inside her and
flexed my cock. I could barely hear her moans as her pussy walls
clutched as I twitched my dick. With one hard shove I ended it by
pulling clear of her so fast that her pussy kept twitching as it slowly
closed.
I replaced my cock with the whip handle. I pushed it in until
only the lashes extending from her pussy gave a clue to its presence.
Now for her final domination I spread those small cheeks and exposed her
tiny anus. Milly had never surrendered this forbidden hole to me, but
that was about to change. I rubbed two of my fingers in the juice of her
pussy and in spite of her pleas, shoved them all the way into her ass
with one swift thrust. She nearly broke loose from the bonds, she
twisted so hard at this rude invasion of her bowel. I let the thrashing
subside before I began sawing my hand in and out. I could feel the whip
handle and began to push it against her cervix with my finger inside her
ass. In spite of herself she began to respond. I could feel her ass
lifting to receive my forward thrust hand with each stroke. She was
ready.
I pulled my fingers slowly all the way out and replaced them
with the head of my straining cock. It took all my strength to push my
cockhead past her resisting sphincter muscles, but with a popping sound
I won. I was crazy with lust and began to feed my bulging throbbing cock
into her ass. When I had about half of it into her I began to fuck it in
and out. First very slowly, but as she began to relax and respond I
picked up the pace. To keep from killing her I wrapped both hands around
my cock to limit the depth of my thrusts. I kept increasing the pace
until I knew I had reached my limit. With shaking legs and quivering
breath I withdrew my cock and the whip at the same time. I looked down
and watched her body convulse with one last orgasm caused by that
withdrawal.
I approached her flushed face and released her hands. My slave
knew her duty. She wrapped both hands around my cock and fed it into the
entry end of her digestive system. She jammed her head onto it with an
urgency that neared mine. The slave needed my fulfillment as much as I
did. Faster and faster she pulled my cock into her. Overcoming all
natural instincts, pushed it farther, deeper and faster until my cum
erupted in great bubbling spasms into her hungry serving mouth. My last
thrusts filled her mouth but she dutifully swallowed every drop and
pumped me dry.
I released the last of her bonds. She got the soap and water and
dutifully washed both of us clean. In a plain white cotton robe she
helped me close the room. As a last act of total submission she told me
how to change the room access key to one I alone could use.
We kissed and I left without an escort.
Come Time - Chapter 3 - The Autumn of Civilization
The Spring of Mankind
This is my recollection of The Revolution. Not the sexual revolution as
such, but the real revolt of the human animals against their keepers,
those who passed the millions of laws to protect us from ourselves and
to enslave our souls, our spirits -- our very humanity.
I have the luxury of having discovered, in the ruins of Chicago, the
Morgue of the Chicago Sun Times newspaper. With not much else left to do
I have been reading through the archives of daily and Sunday editions to
help me relive the past 35 years.
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If I don't establish some pattern for this history, even I won't be able
to follow along. Each time I sit down to write I'm going to include
three items:
1. Something from the distant past that helps give background
to aid in understanding.
2. Another event from the Rebellion started in 1998.
3. A short Summary of the history related to date
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But, I promised to reveal a bit of history -- and I haven't.
During the 1980s, the populace of the good ol' U.S.A. began to see its
government as its protectors. And the government was more than happy to
establish any control that people would give them.
This carried over into the first half of the '90s and I want to share a
few of my favorites. I know that for those of you who did not live
through those times, it's hard to understand that people tolerated these
things -- but it's true.
For most of us the insanity began when we were young. I was 18 when I
had to deal with two Technical Virgins in the same day.
* * *
TECHNICAL VIRGIN
It was a state of living purgatory. This was how we got our relief
before the sexual revolution and how we got a lot of it after AIDS. I
remember two Technical Virgins that I encountered after I had taken care
of not being one. Pardon me if I'm not entirely fair to these girls;
they were hard for me to deal with, although they taught me quite a bit.
Susan and I had been dating since high school, but not as steadies. I
was a few years older than she was and had gone off to college and begun
to learn a little about real physical attraction and action. Susan
decided to go to the same college and came to town one August for
orientation. She made sure I knew she was going to be there and that I
should spend some time with her. I had a small problem or three at the
time: I had a job, was trying to pop Chessie Lee's cherry and had Ethel
spending the night at my place a couple of times a week. Years later I
saw the movie "Three in the Attic" and realized how close it had been.
My first problem was to set up a schedule so that none of the girls ran
into each other. I worked from 6:30 A.M. till noon, so Chessie was my
lunch and afternoon delight. Ethel had class during the afternoon and
worked until 11:00 PM. Sue had orientation all day and had to be in the
dorm by 11:00. It looked like I could pull it off.
Let me just tell you about Wednesday. It was a typical day.
As I got back to my rooming house I saw Chessie on her way to my place.
My landlady was out for the summer and she had not let anyone else stay.
I was suppose to be keeping an eye on the place for her. Chessie got
there and we went inside and made a bowl of soup and ate lunch. I was
not being very selective about looks. She was cute but kinda strange in
appearance. Her mouth and eyes were too big and her nose was too
small... but she did have a cute body and could suck your tongue right
out of your mouth.
We ate, washed the dishes and headed to my room without saying anything
worth remembering, since what we were doing was trying not to talk about
how we were going to spend the afternoon.
As soon as we walked into the room Chessie sat on the edge of the bed. I
sat beside her and took her in my arms and kissed her like it had been
years, not hours, since I'd done it the last time. For two days we had
been building a fire in her loins that only took one kiss to fan into a
roaring blaze. She leaned back and I rearranged her so that she was
laying in the middle of the bed and I got there beside her. We got into
a clinch that must have looked like two people wearing one set of
cloths. Our bodies mashed together so tightly that we pressed wrinkles
into each other clothes. Her white cotton blouse had to go and after 15
minutes of saying "NO" and pushing my hand away, she finally accepted
the argument that unless she took it off the whole world would be able
to tell what she had been up to by the wrinkles.
Her bra was too small for her and her tits leaked out all over the
place. I couldn't take it and started kissing the parts I could get to
and working the bra up over her tits so that I could suck those nipples.
Chessie had nipples that stood up about half an inch when she got hot and
right now they were nearly as hard as my cock. After half an hour of
silent debate it was concluded that the bra was going to stay in her arm
pits. As long as she still had it on, her virtue was saved. Does this
give you any idea what a battle this was?
Having established at least a territorial victory above the waist, I was
ready to try to feel that pussy. We had been dry-fucking (humping with
our clothes on) for quite a while so I just lifted a bit to make some
space between us. Her pussy was steaming and giving off the sweetest
smell, like she had been fucking for a week, nonstop.
I slid her skirt up to her waist and she pushed it back down. I won the
biggest battle of this major war when I pointed out that her pleats were
getting pressed out and if she didn't take off the skirt it would never
be the same.
Get this picture: an 18-year-old virgin, lying on my bed with her bra
pulled up over her tits and wearing cotton panties with a wet stain that
looked like she had pissed herself. I got back on top of her and she
wrapped those silky legs around me and started to rub her pussy on the
ample lump in my pants. I could have let her keep it up until I
blew,like we'd done before. Not today! I let her work us both into a
panting frenzy and then pushed her away and got beside her.
Chessie wrapped a leg around mine and began to hump it to keep the
sensation going. I reached around and slid my hand under her panties and
felt her smooth young ass. My hands went crazy. Gawd, her rump felt
fine! If I reached way around I could get my fingers into the boiling
liquid that was running out of her pussy. I started to slide my fingers
as far along her pussy lips as I could reach this way, and she began to
move her hips. When she did this there was space for me to put my other
hand down the front of her panties. She was too far gone to realize that
I had one hand on her pussy from the back and the other from the front
and both of them were dipping into the honey that was running out of
her.
Chessie began to moan. I took the hand that had been down the back of her
pants and brought it around to the front and she rolled onto her back
and opened her legs wide. I kept working the hand in the front so that
my fingers just kept going up and down along her swollen, sensitive
pussy lips. With my other hand I pulled the sopping crotch of her
panties aside and she jumped as if the hot August air felt like a winter
gale on her steaming cunt. I switched hands so that I was now working on
her past the panties that I had bunched to one side. She was nearly
crazy and just closed her eyes, lifting her ass a foot off the bed, and
kept pushing into my hand. I took a deep breath and brought my face down
on her and took one big lick on her clit.
Chessie grabbed my head in both hands and launched her crotch right into
my face. I began to work my tongue around and found the entrance to her
vagina. I stuck my tongue in as far as it would go and she just kept
humping my face. I tongue-fucked her this way for about 10 minutes
before she began to scream like I was killing her. But I knew from the
grip she had on my hair that if she went to Heaven, it was going to be
alive and kicking. During the next five minutes Chessie came a dozen
times. He pussy was so full of juice that the last few times I got a
mouthful every time the shocks hit her. It finally reached the point
where neither one of us could take any more and she collapsed on the
bed.
I had a hard on that was killing me and told her so.
"I won't let you put it in me," was all she kept saying.
I asked her if she had ever seen one and found out that she had not. So,
I dropped my pants and turned toward her with my 18-inch cock twitching
and bulging and damn near purple with rage. Big mistake. The size of it
shocked her and she screamed, this time out of fear. Finally she stopped
shaking enough to take it in her trembling hand. First gingerly and then
with enthusiasm she began to squeeze and tug. Now, Chessie was an
innocent and did not know that nice girls don't suck cocks, so when I
suggested that she kiss it, she went for it.
She started by planting a kiss on my raging cock head. My knees damn near
buckled, it felt so good. I gently began to run my hands through her
hair, all the time forcing her head toward my cock. Finally I had her
face positioned just right and got the head of my cock between her lips
and into her virgin mouth. "Suck it, take it in!" I moaned.
I had both hands on her head now and gently began to work my cock in and
out of her mouth. She sucked and I only had to tell her once that her
teeth hurt. Her mouth was filled with saliva and her lips and tongue
were swollen and soft from the hours of kissing. He mouth felt so soft
and smooth and wet, that in about two minutes, I knew I was going to
cum.
"Don't stop, honey! Remember how good it felt when you went over the
edge. I'm about to do that. When I do I'm going to shoot into your mouth
just like your pussy gushes when you go over the top. Don't be surprised
at how hard it shoots -- Just swallow as fast as you can." I hissed all
that out before the first load erupted from my cock. Nothing could have
prepared her for the size and force of that first load. Her cheeks
swelled, her eyes bugged and her throat worked to swallow without
choking. She gulped down most of it but finally had to breathe and
opened her mouth wide just in time for me to see a huge spurt fire deep
into her throat.
She gasped a few times and stared to suck again, but I was gone and the
feeling of her mouth was just too much to handle. I pulled away and
began to hug her and hold her like lovers do. We dozed off and I woke up
just in time to rush her off before it was time to meet Susan.
You get the idea. It was kinda like being a half-fucked fox in a forest
fire -- you just keep getting hotter.
I'll tell you about Sue and Ethel another time.
Once AIDS made us afraid to exchange body fluids it got to be all
finger-fucking and jacking off into facial tissue.
When I was young, finger-fucking was one fine art. I got to the point
where if I could get my finger on her clit she was mine. Girls used to
wear all kind of clothes that made it possible to get your hand in there
and find their hot button. But, like all good things, this too ended
when some asshole invented panty hose. I was happily living life with a
right index finger that always smelled like pussy and all of a sudden
some jerk reintroduced the chastity belt. But -- even worse -- it
destroyed the quickie. No more could a pole get a quick dip. First you
had take off the shoes, then the panty hose -- which smelled like a
mixture of pussy perfume and old tennis shoes -- then you could get
serious.
The worst part was that when you were done, she had to put them back on.
I've heard that giving birth is like trying to shit a bowling ball, but
a woman getting into pantyhose is like putting a rubber on by starting
with your toes. Any woman who can make moves like that while having sex
will have a crowd following her.
I remember reading the histories of World War I and World War II and
wondering how folks could be so stupid and now I find myself writing the
history of the Second American Revolution (AR II).
AR II was caused by the incredible success of capitalism. When China
followed the USSR in abandoning Communism the world was left with only
one almost-working economic system. Little did we know that the
foundations were crumbling and that the "Fall of the Empire" was upon
us.
The cause was ten percent political, ten percent economic, and eighty
percent Darwinian.
The WC footnote to Darwin is:
"Once a species abrogates the selection process,
the survival of that species is in jeopardy."
What nobody understood was that in order for a group to ascend the
Hierarchy of Needs, all the members of the group must be on the same
level. Members of the group called Americans (Citizens of the United
States of America), were unlucky enough to develop the belief that they
were outside the system.
Some Americans began to believe that we were advanced enough as a
civilization that we should be concerned about higher values and that
the behavior that got us here was too uncivilized and undignified for
such a lofty group. The unfortunate circumstance was that these
architects of our doom were in a position to impose their will on the
rest of us.
I was reading the papers and magazines from 1991 and thought I'd share
some items from the past with you.
The United Nations imposed sanctions on China for sterilizing those who
had hereditary mental and physical deficiencies. Chinese leaders where
amazed that anyone would advocate pollution of the gene pool and told
all outsiders to mind their own flucking Brizznezz. (From Chicago
Tribune August 1990)
Several books published in Japan and not translated into other languages
outline the "Battle Plan" for a war on the United States. Just as in
World War II Japan elected not to declare this war to the United States
and maintained an external appearance of normal relations. This book was
one of several authored by Shinto Ishihara. (See Newsweek 7/15/91)
Japanese Consumers describe American Cars: "As big as two rooms, need a
fuel station every kilometer, cost a lot of money -- and you had better
watch your rearview mirror because you might see the fender falling off.
(See Newsweek 7/15/91)
"..., these men should be home with their sons trying to prevent another
generation of males from growing up just as messed up as they are."
Stacy Nickerson, Encinitis, Calif. (See Letters to Newsweek 7/15/90)
Seems that AR II was turning from ice to cold and headed for hot all the
way back then, although the signs were not that clear at the time.
A lot of things happened between 1990 and 1998 but the seeds were
planted and the roots entwined long before then. The RRU tried to
teach new recruits about our more physical side and when I have more
time I'll relate the details of that education.
After things got rolling in 1998 folks realized it was time to take
sides. Those of us in the Real Reproduction Underground (RRU) knew which
side we were on. The RRU chose its name when the last legally
acceptable cause for intercourse, reproduction, was replaced by
artificial fertilization and out of body gestation. The real goal of
the Underground was to promote freedom for recreational sex but with
all sex becoming passe', reproduction became and acceptable rallying
point.
The Underground had survived the dark years of the '90s by switching
from traceable telephone lines to pirated satellite links. But we
continued to communicate and to organize. By the fall of 1998 we were
holding meetings. What had begun as a male-dominated membership began
to have a representation of females and couples. The key to our growth
and survival was personal recruiting. With physical reproduction having
been banned in 1997 the population of adult virgins was now a bumper crop waiting for harvest.
I remember recruiting Alice. She was typical of our new targets. Twenty one years old with no known sexual encounters, Alice was a prime
candidate. I had seen her blonde-framed face over the counter at the
bank on several occasions. She had responded positively when I had
suggested that she join a small group of us for a late season cookout.
It was the third weekend in September 1991. The day was sunny and the
sky cloudless. In addition to Alice, another prospective member, Beth,
had been brought by Mike. We had three couples, Bill and Tania, Cris and
Kris, and Tom and Gail. Everyone arrived over a period of about thirty
minutes and introductions were swift and informal.
Using the Weber 44-inch super cooker with stainless steel fittings, I
prepared a feast. These new cookers were amazing. Once the charcoal was
in place, it was covered with the vacuum extractor to catch all the
smoke and fumes from the coals. All vapors were transported to the
filtration module. which removed everything from the gases, precipitated
it and regurgitated a solid pellet for disposal.
I put 10 algae T-bones on the grill (Eating the flesh of animals had
been outlawed since 1994 when the Society for Healthy Ingestion and the
Teachers for Helping Endangered Animals Define Sanctions joined to push
through what became known as the S.H.I.T.H.E.A.D.S. Law). We had
organically grown potatoes and fresh sweet corn to round out the menu.
Tom had a still in his garage and we spiked the punch with alcohol and
risked the P2 laws ("Prohibition II" for those of you too young to
remember our national stupidity at trying the failed experiment a second
time. P2 was a convulsive overreactive solution to the driving-while-
intoxicated problem. Following the Slaughter on 55 -- named for the
tragedy, following a Cubs-Cardinals game, when more than 100 drunken
fans were involved in a 750-car pileup on Route 55 -- our legislative
morons decided that we could never learn to control ourselves so they
made it a federal offense to posses alcohol in any nontoxic form).
We made small talk about the resurgence of the whale population and the
rumors about bands of wild men living in the Deep Tunnel Project built
back in the late '80s to control flooding. Pretty soon the men went out
back and the ladies went inside as both groups were busy cleaning up the
trash and dishes from what had been a very successful meal. The alcohol
in the punch had us all a bit-light headed but had far more effect on
Alice and Beth since neither one of them had ever been exposed to the
lubricant of Bacchus.
Gail got the two recruits in a conversation by the sink while Kris and
Tania began to talk in whispers at the table. Gail left gaps in the
conversation so that Alice and Beth could overhear parts of the
performance being staged at the table.
..."We did it again last night...felt so good I almost fainted." "...I
know, its so hard to keep quiet when it hits you." ..."Bill found some
forbidden videos in..." "...Did you --?" "...He brought one." "...Do you
think...?"
Gail watched their faces as they pieced together what was being
discussed. While parents were forbidden to teach their children about
physical sexual relations, teenagers still told each other stories and
giggled at slumber parties about our evil past. As Gail watched she
could see first understanding and then curiosity in the expressions of
our two virgins. Gail was the barometer and she read high pressure and
clear sailing, so she took the lead at widening the circle of
conversation.
"Tom and I have never seen one of those," she said as she moved to a
point halfway between the two groups. Tina and Kris walked past her
toward Beth and Alice to bring the five of them into a circle.
Tina, looking embarrassed for effect, whispered, "On the tape they do it
all. Bill and I only had time to try a few of the things we saw. It was
fantastic. I'll never understand why they passed laws against it. We
have never felt so close together. My whole body feels more alive than
ever and I'm so relaxed I can't believe it."
Beth and Alice were acting like co-conspirators instead of the innocents
they really were. Beth contributed, "When I was a little girl my brother
and I used to watch our parents when they did it at night in their
bedroom. We never were brave enough to try it but I used to go back to
my room and perform the 'Relaxation Exercises' until I could fall
asleep." (The fundamentalist and conservative churches had fought --
to no avail -- against the Relaxation Exercises, which amounted to a
government sanction of masturbation. While the domestication of the
human animal had reached the point of complete elimination of sexual
expression in human contact, the carcass evolved more slowly and
repressed sexual tension had to be released.)
Alice's face reddened and Kris leaned close and asked what was wrong.
"My parents used to do it with the light on and the door open. I was an
only child and I suppose they never thought I might be watching. They
looked like they enjoyed it so much. I used to lie in bed at night
listening, hoping they would do it. When I heard them start I would
sneak to their door and watch. Some nights they would do it for over an
hour. There were times when I did my exercises while I knelt outside
their door, watching them."
Tania seized the moment. "I'll ask Bill to play the tape as soon as we
finish cleaning things up. You both know this type of tape is forbidden
and you can't tell anyone you've seen it." Both girls gave excited nods
and grinned from ear to ear. It wasn't every day that one could have
such an adventure.
When we figured the plot had been hatched the five members of the male
contingent made our entrance. We were making loud banter about the
latest IRS rules, which had suspended what was left of the Bill-of-
Rights. "Now the rules clearly state that the taxpayer is presumed to
be guilty unless he can prove beyond a shadow of doubt that his records
and calculations are correct. One guy where I work was taken in and
held for three days just because he had miscalculated his state tax. He
had made a $1.75 error. They made him pay the tax and a $1000.00
penalty."
Tania drifted over to Bill and whispered in his ear. As she did he gave
us the signal we had been waiting for. The girls headed for the living
room and each of us filled two glasses. The ladies' glasses were given
an extra shot of libation to insure that things went smoothly.
The tape was not one of the best but it was clear. The "plot" revolved
around a company picnic. Each member told about their favorite sex bout
and the scene was relived for all of us in living color action. The
first couple were young and good looking and did an admirable job of
showing oral action and some good fucking. When that scene had finished
Bill paused the tape.
"These things were done by professionals and they are really imitations
of what it's really like. Gail and I want to give you a live show."
Cris, Mike, Tom and I began to clap and the girls joined in. We quickly
pushed all the furniture to the outside of the room and spread a large
quilt in the center of the room. I lowered the lights a bit to make it
softer and sat on the floor in front of Alice, who was sitting in a big
stuffed chair.
Bill and Tania had gone into the other room and slipped into dressing
robes, but returned before we were all settled to avoid an awkward gap
in the activities.
We had recruited this way before and had the routine fairly well worked
out. Tania took off her robe and laid herself on her back on the floor
while Bill took off his robe and got beside her. The began by kissing.
Bill kept his hands moving all over her tan body as she began to move
around against him. He kept kissing her lips, face, neck, ears and eyes
as his right hand mauled her hardening nipples. All of us sat still and
quiet as his lips progressed to Tania's nipples. Tania was of medium
build (34-26-36) with light brown hair and a nice black thatch on her
pussy. She let her right hand trace across Bill's stomach as she
searched for his hardening cock. We had selected Bill and Tania because
they were the least intimidating of the group. Bill had about seven
inches and his cock was not too fat. Neither Alice or Beth would be
embarrassed to show their bodies, as both were better than Tania's.
Tania let out her first moan as Bill's finger found her clit and he
nibbled on her nipple. Bill's hips were thrusting slowly as Tania's hand
worked his cock to full erection. I felt Alice stir behind me. She was
spreading her knees and pulling her shorts aside and beginning to do her
Relaxation Disciplines. I kept my eyes on the action in the lighted
center stage. Bill was beginning to work his way down Tania's body. As
he reached her navel, she arched her back to grind his tongue into that
shallow hole, showing him what she wanted farther down. She opened her
legs and he moved so that her pussy was grinding into his chest as he
continued to minister to her belly button.
I could hear Alice's breathing increase in tempo as she squirmed more.
Finally I heard the zipper in her shorts make a discrete descent. I felt
her lift her hips as she slid her shorts down to gain the full access
she craved. Bill put one hand under each cheek of Tania's ass and
extended his tongue as far as he could reach so we could all see it
flick against Tania's hot pussy. Alice and I were sitting off to the
side and had a great view as his tongue began to lick her hot pussy.
When Bill's tongue first found Tania's clit she let out a moan that was
echoed by both Alice and Beth. If I turned my head just a little I could
see Beth working on herself and get a picture of what Alice's motions
behind me must look like.
Cris, Tom, Mike and I were all sitting on the floor as planned. Tom
turned to face Gail's open legs. She had quietly removed her lower
garments and as Tom turned she slid down so that her pussy was at the
edge of the sofa. Kris who sat beside her did the same and almost as one
the two guys moved their mouths to the ladies treasures. Alice had just
taken in the view and I felt her slide forward behind me. Tania was
beginning to make little mewing sounds as Bill's tongue drive her up the
ladder that was leading to her first orgasm. I turned toward Alice and
without a word pushed her knees together and slid her shorts and panties
down. She signaled condition Green-for-Go by lifting her feet so that
her cloths came clear.
I began by kissing her knees. Using my lips and kisses, I wedged a space
between her legs to admit my face. Slowly, I kissed the inside of one
leg, then the other. Each trip between her legs brought me a little
closer to her pussy. Alice involuntarily pushed toward me to hasten the
trip, thus moving her ass right to the edge of the chair. I could tell
by Tania's moaning that I'd better make contact with Alice's pussy soon
or we might lose her when Bill moved to the next phase. I could feel the
heat rolling off Alice's pussy. I'd never seen a pussy actually drip
before without someone ministering to it. Alice's pussy was blonde and
very lightly downed. The lips were swollen with passion and they oozed
sweet nectar.
Without looking up at her face, I slowly let my tongue touch her cunt
lips. Alice inhaled so hard I thought she would burst. She held that
breath for a long time as my tongue traced up and down those sweet,
virginal, love-soaked lips. Then I probed and as my tongue made contact
with her clit she expelled that long held air in a prolonged hissing
"Yeeessssssssssssss." I dared a peek at Beth and Mike. I could not see
much of Mike, as Beth had her legs lifted with both hands buried in his
hair holding him firm as she ground her hot box onto his mouth.
I dared now to place my hands under Alice's ass and lift her just a
little so my tongue had complete access to her entire pussy. I began to
lick the complete length of it with each stroke, ending with a double
flick at her growing clit. My tongue was plowing a furrow right into the
heart of this girl's passion. Tania could not hold back any longer as
Bill had driven her to a frenzy. She began to scream, "Here it comes. Oh
Gawd I'm cummmmmmminggggggg. Yes, Bill -- There! More! Faster... oh,
yes! Ohhhh -- Yes! Aiiiiieeeeeeee!" And more of the same.
That was too much for all the other ladies and it sounded like mating
season for the entire feline population of the city as these pussies
came, five at once.
Alice lost control and grabbed my head in her hands. This was her first
touch and it drove me wild. The urgent thrusting of her pelvis told me
to dig into her clit with my tongue. She had a huge clit, which I drew
into my mouth and just kept circling with my wet slippery tongue until
the gush of boiling pussy juice against my chin told me she had reached
as high as this was going to take her.
Before she could react with guilt, I slid her off the chair, sat beside
her and held her tight and drew the last tremors into me. I reached up
under her blouse and unfastened her front-clip bra and cupped her nice-
sized breasts. Her nipples were standing out so hard that I nearly
stabbed my thumb on them. She responded to my touches with small, low
moans. I sat so she could see the action in the center of the room.
Bill was now on his back and Tania was working her way from his face to
his rock-hard erection. She stopped and rubbed his cock against her firm
tits. Then she took it in her hand and gently began to kiss his entire
cock. Alice stole a glance around the room and saw the scene being
repeated in variations three more times. Beth was watching Tania and
following her lead on Mark's raging ten-inch cock.
Alice turned and looked at my face for the first time in nearly an hour.
She smiled and gently kissed me on the lips. Then she kissed my cheek
and, finally, my ear. As she kissed my ear she whispered, "Show me how
to give you what I just had...please!" I could never forget the
treatments I'd had in '95 that gave me my 18-inch cock. More
importantly, I had to remember the impact of it on a virgin, even if she
was in her twenties. I took her hand and guided it to the lump in my
pants. I watched the look on her face as her hand sent an image of that
lump to her brain. First shock and then a smile crossed the window of
her face as her hand squeezed, probed and traced the size and shape of
my now nearly fully hard cock.
I unbuckled my belt and let her pull down the zipper as I undid the
button. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband, lifted my hips and slid my
pants down to my knees letting my huge hunk of meat rise into the air.
She moved to my feet and slid my pants and jockey shorts fully away.
Then she walked on her hands and knees between my legs until she was
face to face with my full 18-inch shaft. She took one more look around
the room and then took the base of my cock in her right hand. She put
her left hand just above the right. This still left a full nine inches
of cock for her to examine.
She looked at me, hesitating, not quite sure what to expect as she
licked her lips in anticipation. First she brought her lips to the head
and gently gave it a wet kiss. Then she parted her lips and slid them
over the swollen pulsing cap of my cock. This first exploration only
took the head of my cock into the hot cavern of her mouth and then she
slowly withdrew.
It was my turn to gasp. Her grip on my cock was squeezing me and my cock
was swollen until the skin felt like it was going to burst. And then
those soft, moist, silken lips slid over the head and down the shaft. My
cock twitched as she took about six inches on this second stroke. This
time she drew her head clear and looked at me with a soft smile. The
look on my face told her all she needed to know and her smile widened.
She wiped it away with the head of my cock and began to work her head up
and down trying to see how much she could get into her mouth before she
gagged. All around us women were gulping down cocks but I have no idea
what was happening because I could not take my eyes from the face of
this lovely girl whose head bobbed over my crotch.
I did not want to cum yet, but I had to give her all she wanted. She
began to involve her tongue in the action and both her hands began to
follow her head. He mouth was filled with saliva and it leaked out,
lubricating her hands and now her mouth and both hands slid up and down
my cock as one unit. The feeling was like the greatest pussy on earth
sucking me in and then forcing me back out. I had to stop her. I had to
get back into control.
I took Alice's head between my hands and lifted her mouth from my cock.
I rose to a near-sitting position and brought her face to mine. I kissed
her with an open mouth, burying my tongue deep in her. I explored the
inside of that haven and rubbed the tip of my tongue against the roof of
her mouth until she giggled. The I pulled her toward me, crushing her
breasts to my chest and whispered into her ear, "That was beautiful, now
it's my turn again."
Gently, I laid her on her back, pulling the cushion from the chair and
placing it under her head. I spread her legs and got on my knees between
them. I reached down and took my cock in my hand and began to rub her
pussy with the head. I made no move to apply pressure. I did not want
her to tighten in fear. I kept gently parting her swollen pussy lips
with the head of my cock. I made sure that each upward stroke touched
her clit. I leaned toward her just enough that my cock head slipped into
the well that indicated the entrance to that untouched tunnel. Alice
began to match my tempo, pushing toward me as my glans moved into the
her vaginal entrance. My cock head was soaked with the sweet flow of her
pussy. I leaned forward and took her right hand and guided it to my
shaft. She wrapped her fingers around it and began to rub herself as I
had been stroking her hot slit.
Alice had obviously expanded far beyond the instructions contained in
the Manual for Relaxation Exercises. The manual details methods for the
relief of the physical tensions caused by the physical sexual need. The
manual is very clear that no objects other than the hands are to be
used. Further, the manual states that a woman is not permitted to
actually penetrate the vaginal opening at any time.
Alice began trying to push her hot vagina up onto my throbbing cock
head. I supported myself on my hands and knees above her and let her
take control of all the action. Alice would rub my cock head on her
erect clit and then slide it down between her pussy lips to her begging
entrance. When she had my cock positioned at the entrance to her moist
hole she would buck her hips toward me and take the head of my cock
inside her tight opening. Each time she made this trip she would pull me
a bit farther inside. It was time for me to take firm but gentle control
of our motions.
On her next thrust upward, I lowered my hips just enough that when she
lowered her ass to the carpet, my cock did not pull clear of her pussy.
I took her hand and moved it so that her fuck finger was right on her
clit. She signaled her acceptance of this change by starting a circular
motion of her finger on her clit. I began a slow but firm thrusting with
my hips. I kept the motions slow and gentle. With just my cock head in
her I rotated my hips to increase the size of her opening and to assure
full lubrication. Then I would slide my cock into her with a slow
forward thrust until I had increased my penetration a small amount from
the previous invasion. Four, five, six, seven, eight inches of my
pulsing dick were being engulfed by her thrashing body.
I lowered my body onto hers. I slid one arm under each of hers and
forced her arms around me. I held her head in my hands and began to kiss
her lips, cheeks, nose and eyes. All the while I kept up the constant
and demanding probing of her pussy. Finally, at about ten inches of
penetration, I met solid resistance. This was all she could take for now
without losing the wonderful gains made. I let my body rest on hers,
letting her feel the weight of the man to whom she had given her
virginity. I began to slowly fuck in and out of her pussy. With each
stroke, I rotated my hips. Alice responded by grinding her ass in a
circular motion and matching my thrusts with her own.
"It feels so good .... to have a man inside me! ....When my fingers
were all ... they were enough. ..... Never again .... Relaxation
Exercises .... only hint .... REAL THING!!!," Alice gasped into my
face as wave after wave of pre-orgasmic convulsions took control of
her.
She was beginning to lose control. Her movements were less rhythmic and
more spastic. She tightened her arms around my shoulders, arched her
back, lifted her legs high into the air and accepted as much of my
nearly exploding cock into her as she could. Her surrender was complete.
Alice was consumed by the desire to reach higher and higher on the
Orgasmic Scale. She wanted to feel the pain of my thrusting too deep.
I began now to try to bring her to her ultimate climax. I withdrew
slowly until only the head of my cock remained captive in that scalding
hole. Then I would thrust rapidly forward until the limits of her cavity
stopped me. I drove forward as fast as I could and gradually increased
the pace of my withdrawals. Her vagina began to give off that special
odor that signaled the release of the last reserves of lubricating and
stimulating fluid. Her pussy was sloppy wet and my cock was making
sucking sounds as it pummeled her virginal hole.
Alice's feet were pointed at the sky like some toppled ballet dancer and
her back was curled to raise her pussy as high as possible. In the
background I could hear the sounds of four sets of matching orgasms from
the others in the room. I determined to take her as high as she could
go. With each stoke forward I began to pause, forcing her body to accept
and adjust to the savage manhood that was filling it. With my cock
straining against her vaginal walls, I would grind my hips to make sure
that every nerve felt the pressure of the contact. Out, in again, rotate
and repeat. Alice was holding her breath for thirty seconds at a time,
straining to accommodate the rapture that was overtaking her. She began
to scream and buck against me. She had completely surrendered to the
fire spreading from her center. Each thrust was matched with another cry
of passion and another flood of her juices.
I gave her no respite as I kept her impaled on my staff. She crested and
began to ebb a bit when my first wave of climax hit. I drove into her
and stretched her until I had a foot of enraged cock pinning her there.
I let her feel the surge as my load exploded along the length of my
cock. When the first hot consignment exited and she felt the heat of it
she went rigid. All of her muscles locked. And then the second load was
expelled from my convulsing cock to add to the fire from the first.
Alice began a scream that continued on and on as my cock erupted time
and time again inside the confining softness of her.
She stopped screaming and began gasping for breath. I wrapped my arms
around her and held her close, slowly rocking her. Her small body
burrowed into mine as she sought shelter from the crescendo of emotions
sweeping over her. I looked at her face and she was smiling as tears
leaked from her eyes. I gently kissed the tears away and murmured
reassuring words as she slowly returned to rational thought. I stole a
glance at the others. They were all watching us so I shielded Alice from
awareness of their gaze. Gently I withdrew from inside her. As my cock
made its exit her body gave a shudder of regret. I gently helped her to
her feet and led her toward the shower.
Inside the shower, we did not speak until I had washed her back and
massaged her legs. As I rose from the second leg she reached for me and
pulled me to her. Alice held me for a moment as though that embrace was
her last anchor to sanity. When she pulled away she was crying -- with
an angelic smile on her face. "Thank you, thank you so much for showing
me what my body could give to me. I'm yours for as long and as often as
you will have me. I have too many questions and not enough answers."
I smiled and kissed away her tears. As I turned off the water I said
softly, "You are the most passionate woman I have ever encountered. It
would be my honor to teach you the ways of the past and of the future."
There was much to explain to Alice and I will share those lessons with
you later.
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References to Newsweek magazine are real and only slightly embellished.
If you think I overdid it, look up the references and you will see that
I was, in fact, kind.
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See you in Chapter 4 - Alice's Wonderland
MASTER TIME-LINE:
1955-1957 First Cum: Dar and I become TECHNICAL VIRGINS Chapter 2.
1962-SUMMER: CHESSIE AND I MAKE EACH OTHER "?" Chapter 3.
1970s: FINGER FUCKING - THE LOST ART Chapter 3.
1990: JAPAN, THE WOMAN'S WAY, SWIMMING IN THE GENE POOL Chapter 3.
1998-SPRING: SHOT HEARD AROUND THE UNIVERSE Chapter 1.
1998-SUMMER: PARTY AT MILLY'S MANSION Chapter 2.
1998-AUTUMN: I FIND ALICE Chapter 3.
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