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Archive-author: Windy City

Archive-title: Come Time





WARNING! The following work of fiction contains Sexually Explicit

material which can not under current laws be shared by anyone under 

the age of 18 in the United States.  If material depicting Sexual 

acts offends you, do not continue to read this work. 



Do not remove this warning from any copy of this work, physical or 

electronic.  The author has inserted this warning for his and your 

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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

 ..................................................................... 

    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. 

 ....................................................................

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

----------------------------------------------------------------------





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.