It s History Ch1 3
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It was in the year 2020 that humans first felt their stiff introduction to the future of lovemaking. We passed forcibly from a world of human flesh with large stiff cocks bathed in the fragrant lubricant of female musk and fluid to the trance of orgasmic bliss at a distance. The agent of change was only 125 nanometers in length but it imposed its will upon a world that was unprepared and woefully inadequate to its demands. Tragically, many died, but far more were to have their lives wrenched from their control in ways they could not even imagine. Sexual expression was only one of a myriad of ways in which life changed.
At first, as is always the case I think, there was the hue and cry of the naysayers predicting the destruction of all that was human. The men decried the thought of not being able to stand dominant over their kneeling bitch and cum in her mouth. No longer would they sense the sweet smell of their women lying exhausted and awash in coital juices, immediately post-orgasm. What would men do when they could no longer hold those dreamy large breasts in their hands? No more cupping and playing with those lovely globes of erotic prelude. No longer would lips engage in sucking and flipping hardened nipples. No chance to derive the pleasure that comes with the knowledge that their manhood was directly responsible for those lovely aroused nipples.
Alas too for the woman who had found their moment of need in a month of diapers, Hamburger Helper, and driving to soccer practice. She would now have no moment to place him in her mouth and feel the blood surge into his penis as it grew so large she gagged at its looming presence. How would she demonstrate her love by taking him deep and gagging on him, allowing her saliva to drip all along his cock lubricating her lips as they massaged him to orgasm. What would she do when she wanted to show her lustful loveliness and her sluttiness by swallowing his salty cum? The ritual of taking his seed deep into her bowls as an expression of her devotion would be lost on the world forever. The sense of his colossal cock stretching her vagina and penetrating her to a slow deep orgasm of pelvic and brain dimensions would atrophy like an appendix. Somewhere along the course of time, it would die a quiet death in the last female to have ever sucked the rigid flesh of her man.
The precise historian would inevitably point out that the change had started before the Great COVID of 2019. One could hardly deny that it was sexual expression that had led the way throughout human evolution. Sexuality found its way to the forefront in the shallow reefs and deep swamps of luscious liquids that were the precursors to life. It rose from the mists shortly after collections of amino acids had found a way to contain themselves within a membrane. As accumulating mutations led to disastrous evolutionary dead ends, the emerging awareness intuitively knew that it must intertwine with the other to create a sustainable future. So it was that in the Precambrian epoch (1.2 billion years ago) the eukaryotes began searching for non-self DNA and a sustainable evolution that would one day see giant phalli and warm pussies ambulating upright about the land pursuing each other to moments of orgasmic triumph.
In these early eons, there was no time nor tolerance for the self engagement of pleasure without procreation. Life held to its existence tenuously and was threatened by the smallest perturbation in its enviroment. If life was to flourish all moments of pleasure had to be for the purpose of populating the earth. It is unclear when the chemistry of mixing DNA became attached to a pleasurable mechanism that would drive life to flourish. Even after pleasure was locked to reproduction there was no provision for masturbation.
The stigma of masturbation was founded in the fear that its acceptance as a form of sexual expression implied a future of diminished procreation at a time when life formed only the thinnest film upon the earth Far beyond these initial misty realms the admonition for coupling the motivation of pleasure with populating the earth persisted. Abraham of the old testament heard the message as he read his scripture. His God said to man, “Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it and have dominion over the fish of the sea and the birds of the heavens and over every living thing that moves on the earth.” Even then pleasuring one's self was present in the human consciencousness but the overwhelming need to " fill the earth" left little approval for it in the general conscience thought of the time.
Civilizations, especially western civilizations ground this precept into their populace via the vehicle of religion. Procreation not pleasure became and remained the dogma of morality. We learned of sin and naughtiness as relates to any manner of non-procreating sexual activity.
The march of history explained many wonderous and deviant expressions of sexuality from the kiss of Juliet to the whip of the Marquis de Sade. Increasingly creative means of sexual activity crept into the world conscience utilizing literature ranging from Lady Chatterley's Lover to The Happy Hooker. Once film allowed a single picture to equal a thousand words a new dimension was added. Once the single pictures became capable of sequential manifestation of ongoing human activity sexual expression exploded onto the provencal culture as cinema. Technilogical cinematic improvements exposed civilization to a myriad of possible sexual expressions including intimate expositions of self pleasure.
The new age of sexual activity for pleasure devoid of procreation likely accelerated with the discovery of the computer icon. It was the computer icon that took a machine from the realm of a few scientist typing in DOS on terminals in dark rooms and gave it to the masses who could point and click. A millisecond of geologic time later the consciousness that resided in the human species found a way to connect itself at the speed of light. As with any new means of human connectedness sexual expressions led the way. Millions of expressions led to billions of sexual connections across this electronic web spreading across the earth. Procreation here was not only not possible it was simply irrelevant to this medium. This happened a few geologic seconds before the Great Covid of 2019.
Many men driven by their insatiable need for sexual expression and a few curious women determined to plant the flag of their right to sexual expression began using this connection. Herein lay a new opportunity for expression. Just as the eukaryotes swimming in the oceans of the Stenian period had manifested sexuality, now too, men and women flooded into the instant bedrooms of lovers all across the world. It was no accident that one of the most intensely utilized aspects of the so-called internet was that of sexual expression. As the web extension of human consciousness spread across the world it was the need for sexual expression that drove its development. Initially, it was laughably crude. However, repeated episodes of "being booted" from the server platform at the moment of imagined orgasm did not dissuade these crusaders.
They were intent upon their visions. Men who could barely speak in sentences began to be literate in the hope that their words might work as well as the bouquet of roses had in times of old. Large numbers of people learned for a short time to type as they connected on multiplayer sites that allowed all manner of fantasy and slutty sexual expression. The leap was quickly made to the audio/video connection and a generation of women began a cottage industry that intended to take the middle pornographer out of the picture. Mutual masturbation was the epitome of their offerings. Camgirl anal fingering and dildo insertion played well to those old men needing something more naughty than straight sex to satisfy their waning, aging libidos. Anything in any hole for the right price was the mantra of these trailblazing women. Pleasure had finally stepped out of its lock with procreation and began to dance its dance. Masturbation was finally driving its way to a more widespread cultural acceptance. The variety of sexual expression was accelerated by virtue of the myriad of virtual connections now present all over the globe. Now those who had been raised in the isolation of a religious or cultural backwater could test their beliefs and rituals of sex upon the most modern and advanced sexual deviants in the world. The exchange was equally intriguing as the advanced sexual deviants could add the color and variety of previously unknown, long lost tribal and religious rituals to spice up their never exhausted need for new expressions of deviancy.
The New Age acts of sexuality were not new. They had been entrenched in the rituals of sexual myths for eons. Perhaps, even Lucy had wiggled her butt a few times as she sought to procreate. The stunning aspect of this new coital activity was its global dimension and the lightening speed with which it occurred. It gave a new dimension to the scope of "hooking up". Men could masturbate with a tantalizing black beauty of Mozambique and as soon as goodbyes had been exchanged and their erection refortified they could come again with a fascinated, playful Cali girl just days beyond her eighteenth birthday. The electronic interaction was an open floodgate. Newfound ways to stimulate your lover at long distances became common and the next "big thing" seemed to always be on the horizon.
Once the Covid19 quarantine taught men and women that they had to find new ways of expression they proceeded with ingenuity and creativity to do just that. As it became clear that the virus was not going to go away in the springtime the corporate players began to see that money was to be made by improving and enriching this global interconnectedness. Initially, it was with better graphics for the multiplayer sites. Then high-resolution videos became commonplace. The cock was so vividly detailed and the pussy was so lustrous with moisture that lustful instincts were set raging. It was like seeing the chariot race of Ben - Hur in the front row of an Imax theater. Then began the industry that allowed a man in Bali to initiate the vibrator of his curvaceous Sweedish lover to any level of pleasure or denial of pleasure that his bank account could manage. Many delightful minutes each day were spent edging and denying her until after an eternity of pleading he finally turned the vibrator to its highest settings and masturbated to the moans and writhings of her body in high-resolution three dimensional ecstasy.
Eventually, the industry developed ways in which women could be equally inventive but that story is longer and more involved. It is now but a footnote in history, for by 2173 the first neural implant was placed in the nucleus accumbens of Jack Johnson. He had the first neurally mediated orgasm given to him by Lickymenow in a Thailand fun club across 8,499mi of space to the basement of his home in the Bronx. This first event was a purely sensory and occurred as Licky repeatedly pushed a joystick attached to her laptop in the bed beside her. This, in turn, initiated a bluetooth signal that activated the implants buried in his brain magnetically and wirelessly. He came so fiercely that the medical team was summoned by his wife who had heard him moaning loudly in the basement. When she found him he would not respond to her. After a quick assessment, they determined that he was in a post-orgasmic bliss, not unlike a post-ictal condition following a seizure. He awakened a few minutes later none the worse for wear and it has become a recognized clinical entity that extends the pleasure of the orgasmic instant for several minutes in both males and females.
It is a little known fact that rather than divorce Mrs Johnson for his pioneering effort she demanded that the control set of the stimulator be given to her. Their unstable marriage improved and ultimately flourished as Mrs. Johnson could now pleasure her man with just the flip of the masturbatory acuator. Indeed, she did not even have to put the Law and Order reruns on pause to do so. They spent their retirement years on the sofa with Mr. Johnson largely comatose with pleasure and Mrs. Johnson multitasking with the TV remote and the Masturbatory Remote. She was credited with the idea of combining the remotes into one small device that made her life even more efficient as they approached their 80's. She had never been a cold or heartless woman. It was just that all the work of escalating both her mind and body to the orgasmic state was just more work than she was prepared to undertake just for the sake of a marriage. It is likely that this advancement saved any number of marriages in much the same way, although at this point that has never been established with scientific certainty.
The Chinese have now taken the lead in all of this and have both motor and sensory inputs such that there is erection in both males and females that accompany the mental stimulation. The neurally driven orgasm now has the option of being accompanied by a glorious physical performance as well. In 2252 monitors were included in the implants and one can now see a graphic manifestation of the dopamine levels raining down from the ventral tegmental area onto the nucleus accumbens. Within the first ten years, online competitions developed to see who can produce the highest dopamine levels in the shortest time. It is popular to team up with your favorite virtual honey but solo performances evoking the memories of the old jerks" so popular in nineteenth-century Brooklyn are daily occurrences.
One can choose from several different programs that choreograph the activity to music. I have one online client who likes to cum to Bolero and I never fail to accompany him. Between the mounting tension of the music and the pleasure pulsing through my mesolimbic pathway, I for one will never go back. I have yet to meet a camgirl sister who says she wants to do it the old way.
It is now also possible to preprogram the choreography of your orgasmic dopaminergic fluctuations so that you can experience multiple advances and declines in dopamine over an extended orgasm. It is the twenty fourth century manifestation of the old edging techniques that required very skill manuvering of cock and clit to avoid a sudden percipitation of orgasm that cut short what would have otherwise been a long, leisurely afternoon of many trips to the edge of pleasure. New advances have added a govenor that automatically prevents such premature ejaculations and orgasms. There is even a rumor of a lone hacker in Borneo who is promising to provide actual loop-de-loops of dopaminergic stimulation for the more hearty and adventurous of clients.
The world population now stands at fourteen billion and we can barely support it so there is no need to procreate. Indeed, it is against the law to have a child without government permission. There is no worry about viruses or diseases in this virtual space. In the real world, AIDS-1 is still around but we now have four different mutations of this virus stirring up trouble in various human populations. There is some evidence to indicate that the porblem is even more acute in the inherently lustful bonobo populations, suggesting that animal resivors of devious and deadly viruses are still a real threat to humanity. So precautions are still in order. Sex is now largely for pleasure and bonding with another in special mythic and ritualistic ways. Procreation on the rare occasions that it is needed is increasingly becoming a laboratory procedure.
In essence, masturbation has been taken to peak experience and it is completely scalable as to intensity. It takes a while to work up to the highest levels and honestly I cant do it unless I have the weekend to recover. Yes, we still work but only from home and only to keep from being bored out of our minds whenever we are not having internet sex. That old COVID-19 pandemic first taught us that lesson. At one point there was great concern that one might simply turn on the pleasure stimulator and never stop until we passed out. That did happen about seventy-five years ago and now all the devices come with a mandatory limit on intensity and time. I am told that a group of hackers in Haight Ashbury are already busy on a workaround. Man has never been satisfied with just a healthy dose of anything.
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History By Karen Hansen Monica closed the door behind her, sat her bag of school books down near the door, turned to walk into the living room and then froze in her tracks. She just stood there in total and complete shock. Her green eyes wide and mouth gaping open. In the middle of the living room was her 45 year old father kneeling before a woman. Seeing him in a pose like this was a bit of a surprise. She had always considered him a bit of a ladies' man, with a touch of...
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The multifuck was strangely disappointing. It was exciting at first, but as soon as the novelty wore off, so did my enthusiasm. Apparently, I really needed an emotional connection with my partner in order to truly enjoy sex. I must admit that being surrounded by crowds of luscious naked women had lost none of its appeal, so I asked to have them continue cuddling and stroking us as we continued our marathon session, but the silly part with the extra pricks was a bit much. They detracted from...
The black SUV had been following me for almost a mile. Just lurking a few hundred feet behind me, driving slowly in the misty light of dusk. I looked around the empty park I was running by, realizing no one was out. I’d left my cell phone in my car, and panic was beginning to set in. Suddenly the car began gaining speed, and I pushed myself harder, trying my best to get to a main street. Suddenly I heard someone yelling my name. I looked over, only to see a familiar thinning head of hair. ...
This morning, I wasn’t working, day off and started about doing some housework. It's chaos around here at the moment and having about keeping up with housework the house tends to get dusty and horrible. Not to mention the dog coming in and out of the house with wet or dirty paws. Anyway in the morning I received instructions via sms from hubby to open all the curtains and blinds in the front of the house and strip naked, which I immediately obliged. I love being naked around the home. The next...
---------- "Kelly, I have to leave." I insist as Kelly's lips run over my neck and the bulge in her pants grinds against my ass. Kelly smiles against my skin and flicks her tongue teasingly over my earlobe. I whimper and close my eyes for some semblance of control. I was supposed to be leaving for my morning classes at Stanford right now which no one should miss. Especially if you're trying to be an attorney. But Kelly had surprised me with a whole night of hot, hot loving and then...
/// "Ms. Harper is such a bitch. She made me rewrite my whole History essay." I roll my eyes at the girl behind me in my first bell. Nadia Hickman, super bitch of our grade. The teacher had left to make more copies of the worksheet so needlessly to say, everyone was talking and messing around. "You know I hear she sleeps with her students." Nadia's friend DOESN'T whisper. Carla Louis, second super bitch in our grade. I stiffen in my chair and focus on their conversation...
As I said, she was called Mary and she would teach me history. She was a woman of about 34 or 35 years. His stature was good long black hair and picked up the back of her hair with a hair clip. Normally she used to come to class but only made up painting her lips and eyes. As for the physical he was thin and was in good shape, with good breasts, large firm (used to wear pretty clothes that covered but still noticeable) and, above all, a magnificent ass. I want to stop here a little because it...
I was 18. The legal age to be fucked by someone. Though I had a boyfriend last year that popped my cherry. I didn't care if I lost my virginity to a jock, he wasn't the big high school star or anything but he was something and I just wanted to get it over with. He was the same age as me, so it wasn't illegal. But I came to find out, it didn't stop one person. My history teacher. She was smoking hot. She was a blonde with piercing blue eyes. Huge tits, firm ass and a huge lesbian and...
"My Grandfather was here," I muttered to no one in particular, I remembered when he told me of it, a lovely gentle man with his collection of Cuckoo clocks. "All my family,also," said a girl with long dark hair misunderstanding what I meant. I looked around, so many dark hairs, the big noses, girls and boys, I felt suddenly out of place with my blonde hair and blue eyes . "Schultz" My teacher had shouted, "If you think dressing up like a Nazi and doing Nazi salutes is funny...
By Emerald Green Warning: The following history contains adult material. If you are not an adult or if adult themes offed you, you should read no further. Four • Down the Rhine River to Rotterdam The first thing the next morning after Otto went to the shop he counted out an amount of money he was sure would be enough to pay for three passages on a barge that would float them down river to Rotterdam. Leaving a sign in the window that stated he would be back before midday, he locked up...
BY ROBBY SR. [u]DRAKE, ANDY, & JORDAN - TODAY[/u] He couldn't use his real name, so he called himself Drake. The name simply sounded sexy to him: like anyone named Drake was a natural born fuck machine. He kept his real name secret, of course, so neither Andy nor his son, Jordan, knew who he really was. Andy clapped his son on the shoulder. “You'll be okay, won't ya, buddy?” he asked him. “Sure, dad.” Jordan said, all smiles. “Drake is gonna let me take over his computer so I...
It was senior year of college career and the last class that was required for me to graduate was open with only one spot left…at 8 a.m. I don’t know about you but any class that starts before noon is just rude. But seeing how “History of US Politics” was the only thing between now and graduating on time I sucked it up and enrolled. The first day of class the professor was 10 minutes late, grumpy and seemed like he wanted to be there less than I did. He quickly introduced himself as Dr....
Introduction: This story is the sequel to My History Teacher. This story was repeadetly asked for and I wa more than happy to provide it to the hungry and horny imaginations of people such as yourself. If you havent read My History Teacher I highly recommend it Enjoy! It was rough for the week. I ignored Ms. Harper and avoided eye contact at all costs. Im going to be honest though, I missed her, her taste, her touch, her scent. Pretty much everything. On friday I was dreading on seeing Ms....
I was 15 years of age when I first met Mr Allen. He taught me History at secondary school and I fancied him so much. Apart from being a very good teacher, He came across as being a really nice person and thought he was good looking too. This was his first teaching post and was 28 years old. I would do anything to spend some time with him. This would usually involve pretending I found the History homework too difficult and required some help from him. I found the work pretty easy, but this was...
AlbertIt is the first day of classes at the university and I am early by twenty minutes. Being a freshman, I want to give myself plenty of time, walking across campus from my dorm. Entering the classroom, I take a seat near the back. Moments later, my professor walks in and my eyes almost bug out of my head! The most beautiful woman these eyes have ever seen enters the room.Her name is Ms. Winkler and she is wearing a pleated blue and white plaid skirt, with a white polo shirt. The shirt has...
College SexI was sitting in history class when a problem arose. Literally. I had shaved the day before, and now my groin was itchy. I tried scratching it through my sweatpants, but that didn’t work. I tried again, reaching under my sweatpants and itching through my boxers. Still nothing. At this point, my body mistook my intentions and decided to pitch a very visible tent in my sweatpants.Luckily, I sat in the back corner of class, and when I angled my chair a certain way, nobody could see, not even the...
“Have you ever been with another woman?” Miranda asked. Carly looked up from her homework. “I’m sorry?” “Have you ever been with another woman?” her friend repeated. Carly stared at her. “Um, no… Why do you ask?” Miranda shrugged, “Just wondering, really. I haven’t, but I’ve though about it. You know me, there isn’t much I haven’t done. Threesomes, foursomes, but usually no women involved.” She chewed her lip thoughtfully, “Carly, are you a virgin?” Carly looked at Miranda with surprise. “Why...
LesbianIt's been a while since I posted about my perv history. The first one is just a regular post. This time I may submit it as a story though, if it's long enough.I saved one of the more taboo experiences for it's own accounting. Remembering things like these help me understand how I became such a man whore. I realize how different my sex life was compared to other people. But I also run into a lot of people who also have a more than sordid history. It's good to know you're not alone.As for the...