Utopia - The True Story

<<There's a city in the mountains where people fuck day and 
night. Couples do each other in the open, kids do each other 
in the schools, and incest is not only  common, it's 
encouraged. It's a pussy-stuffing, cock-pumping fantasyland. 
And everyone calls it Utopia.>>   -- E-mail excerpt from Ted 
Lee's report on American Sexuality

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Where is Utopia? Does it even exist? And do people really 
practice the weird and unusual sexual rituals rumored to 
take place there? Free love? Family orgies? Guilt-free sex 
in any manner and combination you can imagine? 

These questions have floated through newsgroups for years, 
with some people purporting to know the location of Utopia 
and others simply adding to the mountain of supposition that 
surrounds this legendary land.

Thanks to the miracle of anonymous posting, I'm here to 
substantiate the facts, slay the suppositions and give you 
the truth, once and for all, about the place you call 
Utopia. My name is Mark Thompson. I'm 25 years old, and have 
been a resident of Utopia for all of my life. I've been 
given permission by the community council to help you 
understand how our community works. 

First, a little history. You won't find Utopia on any map. 
Our community was given that name by an outsider, and using 
it suits our wish to remain anonymous and  outside the rush 
of civilization. We were founded in the 1800's by three 
miners who discovered an exceptionally rich and deep vein of 
gold in the California mountains. In time, the miners 
brought their families, and with the addition of select 
outsiders, a true community began to grow. In the 20's, this 
assemblage of people voted to become a commune, with all 
property owned by the community. In the 60's, the commune 
incorporated, earning the right to set its own laws and 
school its own children. All along we've relied upon the 
assets from the gold mine to keep a good standard of living, 
growing what food we can, but mostly buying supplies from 
the outside world.

While we are geographically isolated, we are very much a 
part of the modern world in many ways. Thanks to satellite 
connections we surf the Internet. Those same satellites 
provide us with the latest television shows and news. Just 
like you, we wear Nikes, revel at Michael Jordan, believe 
O.J. to be guilty and mourn Princess Diana's passing. Nor 
should we be classified with the anti-government militia 
groups, fearful of a U.N. takeover, black helicopters and 
other nonsense. We pay our taxes, vote and will join the 
armed services if necessary to defend U.S. interests and 
principles. 

Not your version of Utopia? Well, this isn't a recruiting 
mission. Though I try to refrain from making sweeping 
statements, I doubt you're ready to live the life we lead. 
Oh, if you're of the conservative bent, there are probably a 
few things you'd find attractive. For instance, because our 
families are so important to us, all family members live in 
the same household. And  our community is set up as a true 
democracy, with self-reliance as one of our leading 
principles. If you're a liberal, you'd probably applaud the 
notion that we keep to strict population control, never 
letting our needs outstrip our resources, thereby 
eliminating poverty in our corner of the world. And that we 
are truly a multi-ethnic, multi-cultural community, with no 
hint of racial hatred or discrimination.

The key, though, is in how we implement our principles. And 
the role that sex plays in our everyday lives. You may find 
our way of life perverted. You may find it erotic. But I can 
guarantee that you won't find it boring.

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For simplicity's sake, I'm going to use my own life as an 
example, though you can be assured that what takes place in 
our home reflects virtually every family in Utopia. I invite 
you to join my wife Stacey and I for a visit on a typical 
Sunday. The first thing you'd notice upon entering our home 
is the layout. The downstairs is pretty common, with a large 
family room, kitchen, nursery, laundry and bathroom. The 
upstairs, though, is a single communal bedroom, with a large 
shower and bath on one end. You'll see why this layout is so 
practical in a few moments. 

The next thing you'd notice is that, for all its space, the 
house is crowded with residents. In addition to Stacey and 
I, there are Stacey's parents, Stacey's younger brother and 
his fiancée, her youngest sister and her boyfriend, plus my 
step-sister and her boyfriend. Normally my parents would be 
living with us too, but they're traveling in the outside 
world for a year doing community business. 

Finally, you'd notice that everyone in the family pays 
Stacey and I a great deal of attention and respect. That's 
because we're the heads of the household. And we're also the 
Breeders in the family. Stick with me on this. Breeders are, 
as defined by the town council, married couples between 22 
and 38 who are capable of procreating. The Breeder program 
was initiated in the 40's to combat the possible extinction 
of our community. Over the years, Breeders have been given 
more and more authority and responsibility. Today there are 
over 30 Breeder couples, some leading households of more 
than 20 residents. In addition to running the household, we 
control everyone's sexual activities. That makes it very 
important to stay on our good side.

A 25-year-old and a 23-year-old in charge of everyone's 
sexual activities? Your disbelief doesn't surprise me. Just 
keep in mind that Utopia is a community unlike any other on 
earth. And because, as the Breeder program aged over 50 
years, a number of specific rituals grew up around it. 
Rituals that might turn your stomach, but may nevertheless 
turn you on.

Most of the rituals take place on Sundays, specifically 
Sunday night. Were you allowed in our home last Sunday, 
you'd notice a feeling of anticipation in the air. Everyone 
waits for the magic hour, the exact moment of sunset. 
Because at sunset, we're allowed to do the one thing that's 
been prohibited since Thursday night at 9:00 p.m. In short, 
we're allowed to fuck. Or, more specifically, start the 
ritual that will eventually allow us all to let our hormones 
free and do what comes naturally. And that's where Stacey 
and I, the Breeders, come in. 

 After a short dinner, Stacey, myself  and the rest of the 
family retired to the living room for some fun and games 
before the big event. The community council has a few 
specific regulations  about what must be accomplished on 
Sunday nights. But how we accomplish those goals is strictly 
up to the Breeders. To my way of thinking, a little teasing 
and a touch of foreplay helps to whet the appetite and spark 
the imagination. Great sex is 90-percent mental, and a 
little anticipation goes a long way. I think everyone in the 
family would agree that we have the hottest, most erotic 
household in the community.

This evening I planned to keep things simple. Calling Stacey 
to sit with me on the couch, I pulled out a copy of our 
favorite magazine, Penthouse Forum. As she put voice to the 
passion and excitement of other people's sexual exploits, I 
could feel the heat rising in the room. I knew we really had 
their attention when the women broke up their little 
chatting circle and took seats next to their respective 
mates. The promise of sex brings people together.

Just for kicks, I decided to add a little more powder to the 
keg. Shifting Stacey so she faced away from me, I 
deliberately reached down the front of her halter top to 
caress her magnificent breasts. This brought an expected 
though still exciting response from our audience, who took 
it as a cue that they too could touch their lovers. Almost 
immediately, the men who had just been sitting close were 
now allowing their hands to gently roam across their 
partner's body. And more than one woman turned her head, 
lips slightly parted, in search of a kiss.

Now this may seem odd and depraved to you, imagining a 
family that gets together to listen to Penthouse letters and 
watch a young couple pet. But for us it's as normal as 
getting together to watch TV, or celebrating a holiday 
together. It's just that our get-togethers are much more 
intimate, and much more exciting.

With only an hour to go until sunset, it was time to ratchet 
up the excitement another notch. Whispering in Stacey's ear, 
I ordered her upstairs to get ready for the rest of the 
evening. As she sashayed up the stairs, I knew without 
looking that mine weren't the only eyes admiring her ass. At 
five-foot-nine, with honey-blond hair, high cheekbones and 
sparkling blue eyes, Stacey might be considered every man's 
dream. Of course, her large, firm breasts, flat stomach, 
sleek hips, voluptuous butt and love of sex didn't hurt, 
either. With the playful demeanor of a young colt, and a 
try-anything personality, Stacey was the perfect match for 
my own adventurous spirit. 

While Stacey ran a bath for herself, I had the other women 
take turns reading aloud from the Penthouse magazine. Most 
of the stories just make us laugh, with their "hitchhiker 
picked up by a cheerleading squad" plots. But occasionally a 
really hot description would harden more than a few cocks in 
the room.

The anticipation was almost palpable when Stacey returned 
from her bath. Per my instructions, she wore only a short 
white terry cloth robe, tightly cinched at the waist, white 
thigh-high stockings, and high-heel shoes. With her hair 
still wet on the ends, and wearing very little makeup, she 
looked just like a co-ed returning from the showers. 

Calling her back to my lap, she snuggled against me and 
smiled knowingly when she felt my hard cock prodding her 
through my jeans. After three days of enforced celibacy, I 
was as eager to get into her as I'd been the first time we 
made love. And she, too, was eager to spread her legs and 
receive my thick seven-inch cock. Unfortunately, we were 
still half-an-hour away from the official start of sunset. 
And I wanted to keep our audience teetering on the edge of 
doubt and desire.

So, as the other women continued to read the Forum letters, 
I wrapped my arms around Stacey and loosened the terry-cloth 
tie. Sliding my hand inside her robe, I quickly found her 
erect nipples and set to work gently thumbing and twisting 
them. Of course, my actions caused the robe to part 
slightly, and now everyone could see almost all of my wife's 
voluptuous tits. In response, Stacey turned her head back 
towards mine and offered me her lips, which I kissed with 
the fervor of a man possessed. 

As our kissing became more and more ardent, I let the 
reading flow into the background and focused more and more 
of my attention on the stunningly beautiful woman in my 
arms. Kissing me fiercely, Stacey twisted around to lay face 
down atop my chest, her big tits creating a familiar and 
erotic gap between us. Denied easy access to her nipples, I 
slipped my hands inside her robe and began fondling her 
neck, back and ass, not caring in the least that my 
movements were probably allowing everyone to get a good look 
at her bare butt, sexy thighs and writhing legs.

We were into it so much that the sound of the town bell 
barely registered with me, although it signaled the time we 
were all waiting for, the day's official sunset. But I was 
too swept up in the Stacey's passion, and we kept kissing, 
licking, caressing and fondling for several more minutes 
before finally coming up for air. Surprisingly, Stacey's 
robe was still on, though the front had become completely 
untied, allowing everyone to get at least a glimpse of her 
most intimate places. Of course, they'd see much more in no 
time, so I didn't really care.

One look at the rest of the family told me that the stories 
and visual stimulation had really stoked their desire to the 
burning point. I saw a lot of doubt in those eyes, too, as 
they all knew I was capable of extending this foreplay far 
into the night, keeping them horny and frustrated as long as 
I wanted. They know that both Stacey and I love the physical 
and psychological control we have over them. And they've 
experienced what can happen when we really put our minds to 
it.

This night, however, I was more than ready to begin 
fulfilling  my part of the Breeder contract. To that end, 
the family needed three things to happen before any Non-
Breeders could make love that night. First, Stacey and I had 
to make love. Next, I had to shoot my cum in her cunt. And 
third, the rest of the family had to witness the 
consummation of this act. Then, and only then, could the 
rest of them make love to their respective partners. And 
before you cast stones at our "weird" ways, remember that 
perversion is all a matter of perspective.

So, pausing only to take off my T-shirt, I waved everyone up 
to the bedroom, waiting exactly two minutes for all the 
preparations to be completed. When the soft bell chimed to 
signal things were ready, I made my way up the stairs.

When I entered the bedroom, it took a few moments for my 
eyes to adjust to the gloom. I like my Sunday evening 
festivities to take place to the glow of a hundred candles, 
flickering and illuminating key parts of the room. The most 
light is cast in the area around my bed, a queen size four-
poster situated in the center of the long wall. Arrayed 
around our bed are the Non-Breeder beds, consisting of a box 
spring and mattress sitting on the floor. In our house, no 
bed is allowed to be higher or more comfortable than ours. 

Eyes properly adjusted, I saw Stacey obediently sitting on 
the edge of the bed, waiting for my arrival. The rest of the 
family milled in small groups around our bed, their urgent 
desire evident in every whisper and movement. Studiously 
ignoring them, I made my way to Stacey, pulled her up to me 
and kissed her passionately. Our tongues fenced urgently, 
and I pressed my lips against hers so hard that our teeth 
clicked together. But I was determined to deny myself the 
ultimate pleasure for a while longer.

Pressing lightly on her shoulders, I guided her down to a 
kneeling position before me. She eagerly pulled my jeans 
from my body, and then more gently guided my cock and balls 
through the opening in my boxers. As she gazed pleadingly up 
at me, I needed only to nod before she engulfed my cock with 
her mouth, sending a bolt of pleasure deep into my groin. 
Eyes clenched shut, I sensed the restlessness around us. I 
knew that some of those around us were worried; there'd been 
times when I'd cum from the blow job, and everyone had been 
forced to wait until I'd gotten hard again and fucked Stacey 
properly. That's just one of the many ways I have to enforce 
obedience and hand out discipline.

Watching Stacey lick and suck my dick, I could tell that she 
was as worked up as I was. Taking my gaze down still 
further, I saw that she'd pressed her big tits hard against 
my legs so she could rub her rock-hard nipples against my 
skin. The thought of her getting off by rutting her tits 
against my legs nearly set me off, so I had to push her head 
away. Without a word of protest she fell back into a 
submissive kneeling position, awaiting my next command. 

I moved onto the bed, propping myself in a semi-reclining 
position, and positioned Stacey cross ways to me so she 
could continue her blow job but still leave her ass and 
pussy well within my reach. Instructing her to concentrate 
on my balls while keeping my cock warm and wet, I finally 
took a close look at the couples arrayed around us. To our 
left stood Stacey's mother ,Vikki, with her husband, Hank 
holding her from behind. As was their custom, Hank stood 
with one hand on his wife's shoulder and the other hand 
slipped inside the front of her sheer, nude colored panties. 
Per my instructions, Vikki was topless, as were all the 
women, and I once again marveled at how her 52-year-old 
breasts hadn't begun to sag an inch. As Stacey's tits were 
ounce-for-ounce and inch-for-inch exact duplicates of her 
mother's, it boded well for my pleasure in our later years. 
And if I wanted to fantasize about fucking Vikki, I only 
needed to get nasty with Stacey and keep my eyes on those 
bouncing boobs. 

Sitting on two folding chairs to the left of Stacey's 
parents were her brother Kevin and his fiancé Lauren. A 
gorgeous Asian, with dark eyes framed by jet black hair, 
Lauren's tits were the smallest of the five women in the 
family, but were still big enough to provide a good tit 
fuck, as Kevin had proven many times before. As I looked at 
her over Stacey's busy head, Lauren automatically lowered 
her eyes, though she continued to play with the ties on the 
side of her bikini panties. Having seen her in action for 
the past year, I knew that she was an enthusiastic lover, 
always impatient to spread her legs for her fiancée. Which 
meant that she didn't always appreciate my efforts to delay 
and enhance their pleasure.

Next to them Stacey's youngest sister Monica sat in the lap 
of her boyfriend Delshea. Monica had inherited much of her 
looks from her father. In Monica, Hank's big, strong and 
square frame had made her taller than her older sister, with 
thicker limbs and more boyish hips and rump. The family tits 
were there, however, albeit a bit smaller and oval shaped 
than round. As tall as she was, she seemed almost lost in 
the Delshea's lap. A raw-boned black man who worked in the 
mines with Hank, it only took one of Delshea's hands to 
completely cover one of Monica's generous tits. Delshea knew 
enough not to meet my gaze. A few weeks earlier he'd taken 
his good-natured challenging a bit too far, and I'd made the 
entire family wait until 3 a.m. before even beginning to put 
it to Stacey. And I let everyone know that Delshea was the 
reason. If not friends, now we at least understood each 
other.

Finally, side by side on a bench, sat my sister Cheryl and 
her man of the moment, Brett. Actually, Cheryl isn't really 
my sister. She's my step-sister. And of all the other women 
in our family, I'd like to get between her legs the most. 
(Although I'll admit to having fantasized about fucking 
every one of them.) A petite five-foot-six with short, dusky 
blond hair, hazel eyes, firm big tits and perfectly 
proportioned limbs and curves, Cheryl has the type of body 
that just begs you to fuck it. And she's the type who just 
begs you to fuck her, too. Considering that we're not really 
related, it's amazing that the two of us have the same 
attitude toward sex: we can't get enough of it.  

As I expected, Brett was sitting protectively close to her. 
He could tell that I wanted her, and instead of using the 
knowledge to get turned on, he wanted to protect her. But I 
knew something about Brett that he didn't know that I knew: 
he was in love with my wife's ass. And what a 
coincidence...I had positioned Stacey so that as she bent 
over to suck on my cock, her ass was pointed right at Brett 
and Cheryl. Of course, the robe covered the most important 
parts. But that was easily remedied. Reaching over, I simply 
pushed the robe up my wife's back, grinning devilishly as 
Brett gave an involuntary gasp. And just for the heck of it, 
I traced my fingers down Stacey's crack, pausing only when I 
found the outside of her pussy lips. Then, working 
completely by feel, I stretched open her pussy, all the time 
watching as Brett's eyes widened with desire and surprise, 
and then widened some more when Cheryl elbowed him in the 
ribs. Cheryl glared at me, but I just smiled back 
innocently. I knew that they had no long term future 
together. She just wanted someone who would eat her pussy 
more often than her last boyfriend.

I turned my attention back to my wife and the electric 
sensations her talented tongue was producing in my nether 
regions. I knew I couldn't take much more before spewing my 
load into her mouth, and all actions to the contrary, I 
wanted to sink my meat into her just as much as everyone 
else did. A tap on the back of the neck was all the signal 
that Stacey needed; she quickly flipped onto her back and 
spread her legs for me. The look in her eyes said it all. 
She wanted me inside her. And she wanted it now.

I obliged, simply leaning forward as she guided my wet, 
throbbing dick into her waiting slit. Though my back was 
turned to everybody else, I could sense how they hunched 
forward, watching intently as my cock disappeared into 
Stacey's deep cunt. Family or not, I think the act of a man 
penetrating a woman is mesmerizing to anybody. It's a study 
in contrasts. The softness enveloping the hardness. The 
vertical breaking the horizontal. The dry slipping into the 
wet. The cold steel entering the steamy hot oven. Chaotic 
movement disturbing peaceful stillness. It's not just sex. 
It's fucking.

Given all the prior stimulation, it wasn't surprising that I 
felt the need to cum almost immediately. There was no point 
in holding back; I didn't have to impress either my wife or 
our observers. I've gone as long as three hours straight 
without cumming, and everyone knew that I could stretch it 
out if I wanted. So I just abandoned myself to the carnality 
of the moment and fucked the hell out of my wife, pounding 
into her so hard that the bed bounced and squeaked like we 
were in an earthquake. Knowing that all those eyes were on 
me only added to my excitement. With a dozen final, 
punishing blows I shot my sperm deep into Stacey's love 
socket, before collapsing atop her, a spent wreck of a man. 

All that remained of our ceremony was proof of my 
ejaculation. While other families have elaborate ceremonies 
built around this, we're decidedly more casual. After I 
rolled off Stacey, her brother Kevin and Lauren simply 
leaned over and took a quick look at Stacey's cum-filled 
pussy. Then, with a thumbs-up to us and a nod to the rest of 
the family, they headed to their pallets while Stacey and I 
kissed and cuddled. 

It didn't take long for the murmurs around us to turn to 
moans and sighs, or for the smell of almond candles to be 
overcome by the heady, musky smell of urgent sex. As Stacey 
headed to the bathroom for a quick clean-up, I looked around 
the room at my frantically fucking charges. Stacey's father 
had her mother on all fours, robotically fucking her up the 
ass, his blank face betrayed by his heavy and desperate 
breathing. I knew from experience that he probably hadn't 
lubed her up before cramming himself inside. Sex for him was 
brutal and forced, and he got the most pleasure from always 
re-establishing his dominant role. Vikki loves and accepts 
being under his thumb, too, so it's a match made in heaven.

A sudden cry pulled my attention to Lauren and Kevin, who 
were already covered in sweat. Lauren sat atop Kevin's hard 
pole, bouncing up and down while holding Kevin's fingers 
against her firm tits. Every time she raised herself up I 
could see his dick bridging the gap between them, held 
vertical by Lauren's deliciously elastic cunt lips. I had 
just decided to walk over for a better look when Delshea's 
thick, black cock once again caught my eye. Sitting astride 
Monica, he had that rogue snake pinned between her 
shuddering tits and was tit fucking her for all he was 
worth. Every so often he'd pause so she could lick the long 
length of his shaft before setting back to work. As he took 
his pleasure from her, I watched as her legs flexed open and 
shut, the swollen lips of her pussy opening and closing as 
if begging me to fill those lips with my hard-hearted cock. 
And were it another time and another place, I would have. 
But that's another story.

With a very real effort I turned my attention away from 
those gasping lips and over to Cheryl and Brett. As expected 
she lay flat on the mattress, her hands firmly holding 
Brett's head in place as he ate her out. Though she 
occasionally thrashed her head or muttered an order to him, 
once I caught her eyes, they never left mine. I tried to 
keep my face impassive, keeping her guessing about whether I 
was watching to be polite, to show an interest in how well 
she got fucked, or because I wanted to do her myself. I 
think, though, that she knew it was the latter. All we had 
to do was find out a legal way to make it work. That, and 
admit to each other that there actually is an attraction. 

I felt relieved when Stacey crawled back into bed, reaching 
over to take my dick in her somewhat chilly hand. Though I 
closed my eyes and snuggled back against her, I could still 
see Brett's tongue lashing at Cherry's clit, the raspy 
texture of his tongue against her smooth inner walls, and 
the way she pressed up against his mouth in search of more 
stimulation. Stacey could sense my desire, I think, as she 
doubled her efforts to bring my cock to its fullest breadth 
while whispering filthy dirty suggestions in my ear. 
Grateful and turned on, I rolled over and pierced her again, 
doing whatever came naturally until we both lay in a sweat-
soaked, cum-spattered, desire-exhausted heap. And even as I 
began to fall asleep, I began turning over a few ideas for 
next the Sunday's activities.

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Take it or leave it, that's a typical sample of a typical 
Sunday's life in Utopia. Of course, it's only a tiny sliver 
of our whole life here. You know nothing of our other social 
conventions, our leaders, our daily lives, our children or 
our future. It is the sex part that would make a person 
pause about joining our way of life, which is why I've 
selected that way to introduce our community to yours. In 
the future, with the Council's blessing, I'll tell you about 
other ways Stacey and I have spiced up life around here. 
I'll tell you how we met. How we courted. How our marriage 
changed one of the founding precepts of Utopia. It's a 
fabulous place, this city you call Utopia. I can't wait to 
tell you more.
