0 comments/ 5645 views/ 0 favorites A Perfect Union By: Jefferson27 This story is true. Only names have been changed to protect the innocent. Please feel free to leave feedback. I'm rather curious about what you all might think of this, my very first submission ever to Literotica. She lay beneath him, preparing to receive him inside of her for the very first time. The muscles in his arms bulged slightly as he held himself above her, praying that he wouldn't hurt her--that she could accept all of his length and girth with pleasure rather than with pain. Both of them were nervous. They certainly hadn't come to this point quickly or easily. Their journey had been one of long, winding roads, and it wouldn't do now to ruin it with lousy sex. They'd met back in the summer of '02. Well, perhaps "met" isn't the most appropriate word. What they really had done was talked. Justin's sister was Lynn's best friend, but Lynn lived somewhere in the midwest, and the only thing that two people could do with one another when one was in Boston and the other was in God-Knew-Where Middle America was talk on the phone. And those talks had gone well, too; just as well as any conversations between a twenty-year-old young man whose current relationship was on the rocks and a sixteen-year-old-girl who didn't have a whole lot of experience with relationships could have been expected to go. Lynn may have lacked experience, but she didn't have the kinds of maturity problems one would normally expect to find in a teenaged girl. She had actually been able to help Justin. He'd found her to be a supremely gifted listener who seemed to take a special interest in just about every word he said. He'd also found himself hanging on the words that she said. He'd even discovered, much to his shock and confusion, that he was actually disappointed that Lynn was sixteen and that he probably would never get the chance to know her in quite the way he wanted to. All of these somewhat romantic thoughts were silly, though, weren't they? Justin had a girlfriend back home in Denver, and it was actually Lynn who'd convinced him to go back to her and try to work things out. He had no real way of knowing that a tiny little part of her hoped that his current relationship wouldn't work out after all... Indeed, that relationship eventually ended up not working out. It wasn't the fight that had brought him to Boston that ended things. It wasn't the one after that, or the one after that, either. But, almost four years later, Justin's relationship with Jen was played out. He hadn't kept in touch with Lynn very well. He'd talked to her a few times here and there, but Jen hadn't liked him to be spending an inordinate amount of time talking on the phone with random females, and Justin had understood her objections. Still, when he called Lynn to tell her about his breakup, he found her sympathetic and supportive, just as she had been all those years ago. She didn't tell him to try to work things out this time, though. She was just there--just his friend in his time of need. And maybe, just maybe, that "just friends" attitude was the only important thing that stopped them from starting something a good deal more intimate. Maybe it was the most important reason why, after all, Justin found and began a relationship with Krista. Krista swept onto the scene like a hurricane plowing its way northward from the Gulf of Mexico. Nobody, not even Justin could explain quite what happened. She wasn't the most classy girl. She wasn't the most intelligent, the most domestic, the most beautiful, or the most romantic woman, either. What Justin felt for her could probably have been described best as raw animal magnetism. He was smitten almost instantly--swept along the current like a tiny raft on an overflowing river. He barely registered the fact that Lynn had been one of Krista's best friends since infancy. He didn't hear the regret in Lynn's voice when he talked to her. He didn't notice that that girl from the Midwest who had had a crush on him was now a woman from the Midwest who still wanted him. And, if he had noticed, he probably wouldn't have done a thing. He was lost to her... Lynn had been there, too, when Krista had found someone else and cheated on Justin. He'd been crushed, but she had made a habbit of being there for him over the years--of comforting him and making him able to see his own self worth. And finally, finally, he saw it. At last, the switch was thrown and light was cast into his soul. This time, he would make Lynn his number one. This time, he'd be there for her at the same time as she was there for him. He'd put her first this time and every time. He would let her love him. He entered her slowly. He would have liked to enter her even more slowly, so as to avoid any possibility of hurting her, but he found that he didn't have quite enough control over his body to make that happen. She was so gorgeous to him--so willing and wanting and ready. They both sighed as his manhood traveled into her depths, finally coming to rest at the rear of her entrance. He lay still for a moment, giving her the chance to grow accustomed to the feeling of him inside of her and giving himself an opportunity to grow used to her tight wetness. God, she felt good. With less caution than he'd planned on using, Justin began to make love to Lynn. With each thrust of his hips, the sensations they both felt became more and more intense. There sighs became whimpers and moans. Their communion became closer. "Don't lean so far back," panted Justin. Lynn had shifted her position to make herself more comfortable and presumably to do the same for him. But her legs were so far up in the air that the entrance to the tunnel which he was pumping himself in and out of so enthusiastically was nearly pointing at the ceiling. "Here. Try this..." Justin grasped Lynn's feet and brought them down to the level of his shoulders. Then he adjusted his angle of approach slightly by flattening out the arch in his back. Finally, he grasped her shoulders and began gently rocking himself in and out of her once again. Lynn's sighs and moans became more frequent and louder, and Justin, taking this as a positive sign, picked up the pace of his thrusting. The pleasure he felt was so exquisite as to be nearly unbearable, and he knew he wasn't going to last forever. He desperately wanted to feel her cum while he was still inside her, but he began to get the idea that perhaps Lynn's body wasn't quite able to do that just yet. He was determined to make this moment last for as long as possible, and, if she couldn't cum with him inside of her, he had a plan. The inevitable sweet release which Justin awaited finally came. It started in the base of his spine, spurred on both by his now frantic thrusting and her incredibly sexy gasps and moans of pleasure. This was going to be big, he realized, as he felt his orgasm begin to rip its way through his spine, his legs, his arms, and even, he thought, his head. As his nerves exploded in orgasm, it seemed as though the very hair on his head was cumming. He screamed as the strength left his arms and he collapsed on top of her writhing, incredibly gorgeous form. He couldn't help it. The sweat was trickling down his cheeks and down his back as he greedily licked her breasts, sucked her nipples, and finally began to kiss his way down her chest and down her stomach toward the object of his greatest desire. Justin wasted little time in locating the hard clit which he sought. This was no time for teasing. This was a time to bring all of his oral skills to bear and make his woman, his wonderful, beautiful, incredible woman cum as she had never cum before. He used his tongue to explore every fold of her slit. His lips captured her clit between them while his tongue flicked it. He licked along her canal, varying his pace, using his tongue to draw quick little shapes all over her sex. She felt him reaching for his hands and responded by intertwining his fingers with hers. As she neared her own release, Justin felt her grip on his hands tightening. He sensed her whole body tightening, in fact--felt her back arch and stiffen, and heard her sighs and gasps grow short and ragged. He narrowed the focus of his lips and tongue, drawing even smaller shapes on her engorged clit. And finally, her body could bear no more. She screamed, perhaps even more loudly than he had himself. She disengaged her hands and gently, almost feebly pushed Justin's head away from her throbbing sex, and Justin responded by planting a single, gentle, loving kiss where his lips were resting and then disengaging. Although there were a million thoughts flying through their minds, Justin and Lynn actually saw a need to say very little. Both of them continued to pant long after their lovemaking had been finished, and speech would have been physically difficult in any case. Justin couldn't remember ever having had an encounter like this one. There had been Jen, of course. And Krista. And a few others. But as he lay next to Lynn, gently stroking the skin on her shoulders, arms, and back, he thought that nothing in his life had ever felt so right. Nothing had ever left him feeling so satisfied and yet wanting so much more. Nothing had ever felt this much like love. A Perfect Universe My name is Rakhor and although I have the appearance of a tall, good-looking black man in his early twenties, I am actually much more than that. I am the God of Balance, Justice and Travels. A Trickster who acts as a force of balance on a cosmic scale. When I look at the world these days, I find myself disgusted. Seriously. Women are getting out of control and men are doing nothing to stop them. Women are the fastest-growing group among prison populations. I've got mixed feelings about that. On one hand, it's good to see female criminals getting jail time like they deserve. On the other hand, why are they going crazy? It's because men do nothing to rein them in. Four decades of radical feminism and political correctness have weakened men. And women, since deep down they're all manipulative, wicked and evil, have taken advantage of that. Well, no more. This ends now. I will not permit such wickedness to go unpunished in the universe which I call my own. I have seized control of magic and set about reshaping the universe the way it ought to be. even though I am a God, I faced much opposition. The other gods and goddesses from the Pantheons of a myriad religions fought against me. I found a Doomsday Weapon at the Dawn of Creation and used it to destroy all the other gods and goddesses. I am now the only Pagan deity in the cosmos. I set about transforming the universe. I altered history. Watch what happens. I descended upon the planet Earth and found things exactly how I knew they should be. Men are once more the masters of the universe. Women have been put in their place. The entire world is ruled by a group of two thousand of the world's smartest men. The planet Earth has become Paradise. The wickedness of women has been brought to an end. You see, after extensive research, scientists have discovered that women are genetically inferior to men. By average, women's IQ scores were lower than those of men. Men are smarter than women and also, men are stronger than women. Women compensated for their lack of IQ and strength by creating a sense of false mysticism around themselves. They created a virtual mythology and fed it to men for thousands upon thousands of years. Women had a plan for world domination. It worked perfectly. In the twentieth century, women declared themselves not men's equals but men's superiors. They took control of the colleges and universities of the world as well as the advertising industry. They created commercials depicting men as useless dimwits and thus waged psychological warfare against men. Also, they instilled anti-male bias in the justice system and turned the law against men. Women almost always got away with murder when they were brought to justice. They made up excuses, citing this syndrome or that one. Also, they fooled juries, with the help of the female members of the jury. It was a scheme and the women were all in on it. The men were duped. Women actually showed their daughters more love than they did their sons. They sided with their fellow women against innocent men. It was gender warfare at its worst. Women never wanted equality. They always wanted special treatment. They never believed in working hard to achieve anything. They only achieved power and status through manipulation, deceit and whoring, all under the sacred banner of progress and political correctness. The innocent men of the world were duped. The women they thought loved them eagerly betrayed them. Women made false allegations of rape to get innocent men in trouble. Women made false accusations of sexual harassment to cause smart men to lose their jobs. Women were quite adept at manipulating the system. They've compensated for their lack of real smarts with dirty tricks, schemes and treachery. And men, like the good- natured dupes that they are, simply never saw it coming. Well, no more. I changed all that. I taught the men of the world the truth. Many of them didn't believe me. Most of them thought the women in their lives loved them. I showed them women's lies. How many men have died protecting the women they loved? Too many to count. Just look at what happened on the Titanic. How many women have died protecting the men they loved? Zero. Not since the dawn of creation has a single woman put herself at risk to save the life of a man she cared about. Do you ever wonder why that is? It's simple, really. Have you ever noticed that women seldom feel remorse for anything they do? That's because they cannot feel remorse. They don't have a conscience. Science calls people without conscience sociopaths. Well, guess what? Every woman you have ever met has been a sociopath. I'm sorry if this shocks you. I hate to burst your bubble. They're all like that. I wish things were otherwise. But take a look around you. In every commercial on television, women are making fun of men. Women actually brag about abusing the men in their lives, bilking them for their money and then discard them like disposable goods. Yes, that is how women view men. They view men with the same contempt humans view cockroaches. Being a man-hater in the modern world is a fast way for a woman to make money and achieve power. Men's tax dollars actually pay for anti-male and pro-feminist campaigns and men don't seem to realize it or care. Yes, those are the hard truths of the world in which men lived, until I came along. Well, no more. Today, there are no more wars. The world is in the hands of its rightful rulers. And like I said before, women have been put back into their place. Are they slaves? Of course not. They enjoy all of the same rights that men have. However, the law no longer unjustly favors them. That means that a police officer showing up at a household knows that while men can be violent toward their spouses, there are lots of violent women out there who abuse their male lovers. There is no more gender-based favoritism. The system is no longer unfairly tilted toward women. Men get to choose whether or not they become fathers. When a woman gets herself pregnant out of wedlock, she and she alone is responsible for the financial well-being of the offspring. When married couples divorce, joint custody is the law. The offspring spends half the year with the father and half the year with the mother. Any woman who interferes in these custody matters or tries to manipulate the system against the innocent man will meet a swift reprimand, as would any man who did the same. There are mandatory sentences for both male and female criminals. Any judge who gives a female offender less jail time than he or she would give a male offender for the same offense will be stripped of his or her judgeship. All offspring born to society are considered true human beings the moment they are conceived and abortions are forbidden unless it has been established that the life of the mother is threatened. Men and women worldwide enjoy the same rights. Public colleges and universities must admit an equal number of male and female pupils, otherwise they will face reprimand from the state. Any college with a surplus of pupils of either gender shall forsake them or lose its accreditation. Female teachers who have relations with those under their tutelage will face prison time, as would male teachers who did the same. Those who make false accusations against innocent people, be they male or female, will be incarcerated. Such is the law in the universe which I rule. What do you think of the world which I have created? A world where men's health issues receive funding equal to women's health issues. A realm where an equal number of men and women attend college. A world where male and female offenders receive the exact same punishment for the same crimes. A world where gays and lesbians along with their families enjoy the same rights and protections as heterosexuals. A world where Blacks, Asians, Latinos and Middle-Easterners enjoy the same rights as Caucasians. A world where true justice and equality are absolutely established. A perfect world. It's under my dominion, and shall remain so until such time as I see fit to destroy it.