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 *** 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. * * * 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. * * * 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.