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 protection. ------------------------------------------------------------------- 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.