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The Day The World Came

By: A_Non_A_Moose



No one will ever really forget O Day, the day every man and woman simultaneously and without warning, achieved orgasm. In London the time was 14:24, many were at work or going about their daily business. In New York work had just started, whereas in Los Angeles they were just waking up. In places like Tokyo and Sydney it was late at night, so many were at home. But those either working late or on a night out, they witnessed the moment just like the rest of us.

Much is said about that day, most of us remember it fondly, however there are those that fixate on the more unfortunate events. The car crashes, the multiple heart failures (mostly from the elderly or frail), or the outcry from the more conservative groups, calling the moment monumental proof of mankind's moral downfall.

There are many that view the day as a day of worldwide sexual awakening, noting the general feeling of euphoria that swept the world. As we reach the 10th anniversary of O Day, there has been no repeat, and already a generation has come through that did not experience it for themselves. I feel it is our duty to record our experiences for prosperity, to make sure the change that day ushered in continues long after we have left this planet.

I have spent the last 18 months listening to stories given by ordinary (and a few not so ordinary) people, about their experiences on the day the orgasms came. For privacy purposes many of the names have been changed, and it must also be noted that for legal reasons, we are unable to make reference to anyone under the age of 18. 

I feel the best place to start is with my own, slightly unremarkable experience.

I had decided to work from home that day to try and put some time into my new novel. I still wish I had chosen otherwise and witnessed the scene in my office as my uptight colleagues came in front of each other. We also had a new batch of interns, all stunningly beautiful and made up like models. To see them discard their tight office dresses, and cum with abandon, it would have been wonderful. Unfortunately I was at home, and at around 12pm I went for a walk to try and get the creative juices flowing. I ended up distracted and returned home gone 1pm. I noticed my PA Marcelle had arrived and was already going about her business. I had lusted after Marcelle long before my wife had left me; I struggle to describe Marcelle's beauty. She was not a slim girl; you couldn't even describe her as "curvy." She was big, but it worked for her and she really was unrelentingly sexy. She had one of the prettiest faces I have ever seen, big eyes, full lips, and such a cute smile. Her long black hair would frame her perfect face, then cascade down her back. I was not subtle about my feelings, but any flirtations were shot down, and I had long since given up on anything other than a working relationship.

I had sat down to work and was half heartedly typing away for over an hour when 14:24 struck. I felt a warmth between my legs followed by a slight throbbing that quickly became unbearable. I heard Marcelle cry out from another room as I pulled my penis through my zipper. Seconds later I lost all control, my body shuddered as I fell back in my chair and ejaculated across my desk. I wish I'd had the control to move my keyboard or my computer screen, they were never the same again. I came like I'd been edging for hours. Since my wife left I'd become particularly adept at masturbating, and I'd spend hours building up my orgasms. Yet I had never felt this level of pleasure before.

As my senses came back to me I could hear Marcelle crying out. I looked up at my desk, semen was dripping from my computer screen. Although I had finished ejaculating, there was still a gentle throb between my legs, and my erection had stayed. Without thinking I removed my soiled clothing, and headed towards Marcelle's cries. I found her on the lounge floor. Her blue skirt hiked up with her hands between her legs. She was both rubbing herself and gasping in agony. She opened her eyes briefly and noticed me, then managed to cry out for help. I didn't know what to do. I knelt next to her, staring at the beautiful woman writhing in front of me. She was just about able to ask me to remove her clothes, so I did as asked. 

As I unbuttoned her white blouse my penis began to throb. I paused for a moment, but noticed this time the arousal was merely a natural attraction to Marcelle. I continued and unclasped her bra, allowing her huge breasts to fall out, forcing me to pause again. Marcelle became impatient and pushed me down towards her tight skirt which I quickly pulled away, allowing her to continue touching herself. Underneath she had a small pair of white panties that were soaked through. I chose to rip these off and unveiled her throbbing sex. As she had already kicked off her high heels she was now naked, but she didn't look in pain anymore, she was actually smiling.

Simple human nature had its grip on me. I was erect and half naked, with a beautiful naked woman in front of me. I removed my shirt and began rubbing myself. I know I'm not exactly ugly, but I was significantly older than Marcelle, so I still felt mortified that I was masturbating in front of her. Marcelle finally noticed and laughed, telling me to join her on the floor. As I gently crawled between her legs her hands finally left her crotch and grabbed me by the hips. I'll never forget how warm and wet her hands were. I had just enough time to get myself into position before she pulled me inside.

I'm not quite sure what it says about me as a lover, but I'd never experienced a woman quite this aroused before. As I slipped inside she was so warm, so tight, so incredibly wet. It took a couple of thrusts to adjust after going so long without being with a woman. On the third thrust I filled her to the hilt. Marcelle screamed out loud, I thought I'd hurt her. But then she was convulsing, and I felt her pussy milking my cock. Her orgasm was racing through her body, the pleasure so intense she didn't make a sound. I could hear my breath, the sound of skin on skin, the wet squelching that echoed through the room. 

I didn't even think about birth control, not a lot of people did that day. I just stared into her big brown eyes and flooded her with my seed. It felt wonderful; she told me afterwards that her last orgasm came when she felt me firing off inside her.

When we finally calmed down, we lay naked on the floor, side my side, catching our breath. I gathered the strength to turn on the TV, and we began to learn the magnitude of what had just happened. Neither of us dressed, Marcelle made sandwiches, and we both drank lots of water as the TV announcers recommended. I didn't get any work completed that day. I can't remember how many times I fucked Marcelle that afternoon, and over the following evening. It was amazing. We stayed fuck buddies for a while, until the publishers began to complain that I was behind schedule, and eventually Marcelle met her (very lucky) future husband.

Part of me wishes I had ventured into town, but I can't really complain. I was with a devastatingly sexy woman who was clear of disease, good fun to be around, and fortunately for me, on the pill.

The Day The World Came Pt. 02



It was considered fortunate that on O-Day, most men lost their arousal within moments of orgasm. Men did not experience the ecstatic levels of arousal that many women felt. This kept sexual offences like rape to a minimum. When incidents did occur, the public were vigilant in helping each other out. This is one such case. 

James and Amber had never met before. Both worked in New York City, both of their lives were about to be changed forever.

James: I was late for work that morning, I had over slept. In truth I was bored with my job and didn't want to go in. I'd left the subway moments before it hit. It was quiet where I was, I was slightly away from the main streets so not many people were around. I wasn't paying attention to anyone else, I was just trying to get to my office. I ended up being taken by surprise when my cock grew hard and I felt like I was going to explode.

Amber: I was getting coffee for my boss. He liked a specific brand so I had to go a few blocks to get it. I'd felt strange moments after leaving the building, I was wet and I didn't know why. I ducked into a quiet alley and reached between my legs to find I was dripping. Seconds later I came, my legs buckled and I fell to the floor.

James: I still wasn't aware of anyone else, but I had stopped running. I staggered over to a nearby wall and lent against it. I felt my erection beneath my pants, then I came. The first few spurts collected in my boxers. Without thinking I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock, I just stood there jerking off and ejaculating up the wall.

Amber: I was on the floor in the alleyway. My office skirt was hiked up, my panties pushed to one side, and I was masturbating furiously. My cries alerted two men. They just stood staring at me, holding their dripping penises. They were smartly dressed, probably from one of the nearby offices. I couldn't stop the orgasms; part of me didn't want them to end. I closed my eyes and felt another orgasm crash over me; I hadn't noticed their approach. 

The younger guy stood back and stroked his cock; the other guy removed his pants and began manoeuvring himself between my legs. I barely had the strength to speak, let alone fight them off. I tried to let out key words like "no" and "virgin" but he persisted.

James: When my senses came back to me I was pretty horrified. There were other people in the street, we all avoided eye contact. I took a left over napkin from my bag and tried to mop up the mess in my boxers. I was still a little dazed, it was embarrassing, but it felt amazing. That's when I heard the commotion down the road. I still had no idea what had happened when I approached the alleyway. I saw two men in suits and a beautiful red haired lady on the floor. She was masturbating, but it was clear she didn't want this man anywhere near her. I just shouted, the younger guy took a swing at me and I knocked him out easily with a punch to the jaw. The other man stopped and got up to fight, his erection bobbing around in front of him. He should have seen it coming, a few dummies then a kick to his totally unprotected crotch.

Amber: I didn't see anything, I was still cumming, all I could hear was shouting. Then James crouched next to me and asked if I was okay. Once again I managed to blurt out something like "please no, still a virgin." He just nodded and said I had to get up. My pink panties were stopping me from getting up, so James tore them off and threw them aside.

James: They were drenched.

Amber: Thanks for that, but yeah they were. James also took off my heels as I was so unsteady, then he took my arm and led me away from my attackers.

James: We headed to the main street, it was a mess. People stood around bewildered, a few cars had suffered minor fender benders. I was preoccupied with making sure Amber's virtue remained in tact, and that she didn't think I was going to force myself on her.

Amber: I didn't even think about it, my pussy was still throbbing; I just wanted to get my hands back on my clit.

James: I eventually figured she'd never calm down if she kept touching herself, so I sat her on the pavement and held her whilst she calmed down.

Amber: On the one hand I was pretty pissed with him for that, but it was also amazing. He just held me there.

James: Once Amber had calmed down we tried to find somewhere to go, just to work out what had happened. It was coming up to 10am now, and most places had shut down. We found this one coffee place still open.

Amber: A TV ran in the corner, so we found out what had happened. We just sat in a booth and talked. I was thanking him mostly, he really did save me.

James: For myself.

(James and Amber both laugh)

Amber: Yeah but you didn't know that at the time.

James: We could have sat there for hours, but I was still sitting in a pool of my own seed, despite my hasty clean up job. 

Amber: And I was panty-less.

James: I wanted to make sure Amber got home safe, but didn't want to seem like I was imposing anything.

Amber: He just kept dodging the subject; eventually I ended up asking him to walk me home.

James: Public transport was a mess so we walked, then it started raining a couple of blocks from Amber's place.

Amber: It was so corny, we just ran through the streets laughing until we got indoors. I gave James a towel and offered to dry his clothes.

James: I really needed a shower, once again I didn't want to impose, so Amber ended up having to offer.

Amber: I hand washed his soiled boxers, staring at the little blobs of semen that formed between my fingers. Suddenly that tingle was back, although this time it was natural. I threw James' boxers in the dryer with the rest of his clothes then grabbed myself a glass of wine.

James: The moment I stepped in the shower it was amazing, the hot water quickly warmed up my cold body. I was enjoying it so much I didn't hear Amber come in. I was pretty surprised as I'd locked the door.

Amber: I knew a way in from the outside.

James: I heard her say "hey" and I quickly opened my eyes.

Amber: He looked so funny, he just stopped dead.

James: You stood there smiling and biting your lip! Any resolve I may have had was gone. Her body was, and still is gorgeous. Her red hair flows down over her shoulders, framing her breasts. I love them so much, her aureolas are quite big, they're so fucking cute.

Amber: Thanks sweetie.

James: I was immediately drawn to her hips, and the little bush of red hair that hid her pussy from me.

Amber: This all sounds so romantic, but really he's standing there with an erection, trying to catch his breath.

James: Yeah that's probably true.

Amber: Once again I made the first move. I stepped under the shower stream and started kissing him; that was so fucking hot.

James: We kissed for several minutes, then we started washing each other and exploring our bodies. I was so hard, it started to get painful.

Amber: He apologised and started rubbing himself. I just laughed and got down on my knees. I may have been a virgin, but that didn't mean I'd never given head.

James: That surprised me, I'm not sure why she was still surprising me. She smiled and gave my cock several long, slow strokes; then she quickly had me in her mouth.

Amber: I wanted to say thank you. I didn't expect anything else.

James: It was strange. I'd spent the last few hours trying to protect this woman from sexual predators; now she was sucking my cock. I hadn't noticed her eyes until now. They're sort of a greenish grey colour; lets just say they're beautiful and they were staring up at me, I couldn't believe my luck. 

I didn't know if she could tell I was close, so I groaned out loud. She just started humming on my cock. That was all it took, I was a little embarrassed. I cried out to give her one more warning, then I came down her throat.

Amber: I'm always quite proud when I make a guy lose it like that, but this was special, he came real hard. He ended up finishing on my tits, I just couldn't take anymore of his load.

James: She stood up and I watched her eat my cum. She scooped up the remaining drops that had spilled onto her breasts, then licked it off her fingers and giggled. Her cuteness was unrelenting, I just grabbed her and kissed her hard; I didn't care about the lingering taste of semen in her mouth.

Amber: That was hot, that got me wet.

James: We finished showering then briefly dried off; but it was tough keeping my hands off her. She looked at me shyly, then I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I loved the feeling of her soft, recently washed thighs and ass brushing against my chest.

Amber: He placed me on the bed and took a step back; he was serious all of a sudden. He was taking in every inch of my body, I've never felt so desired. Despite this when he climbed on top of me to kiss, I felt safe, I trusted him. He wasn't back to full hardness anyway, so we made out for a while.

James: I could feel the heat rising from between her legs. I could also smell the unmistakable musk of female sex. I cupped her pussy with one hand and felt the wetness oozing from inside. I broke off the kiss and smiled. Amber looked pretty worried and embarrassed; I just told her to relax and try and enjoy herself.

Amber: He started with my tits, sucking and nipping at my nipples, but I really didn't need anymore teasing. So with a nervous giggle I pushed him down, urging him towards my pussy.

He took the hint, yet still continued to tease, kissing my thighs and nudging my outer lips with his nose. I was crying out already, soon I was begging him to stop teasing. I was so horny my vision went hazy the moment he spread me open. He was licking me with his tongue, every so often he'd linger at the top and brush against my clit, it was just heaven.

James: I didn't have to do a lot. I have to work harder these days, but its still amazing when I have her purring for me.

Amber: Once again, thanks honey! Still he was getting more adventurous, he was making patterns, I never know what it is, I'm too busy feeling awesome!

James: I desperately wanted to feel what it felt like inside her. So I gently pressed a finger inside, and she immediately clamped down on it. I let out a slight moan...

Amber: I remember that!

James: ...she was so tight, so wet, and so warm. I hadn't really recovered from my last orgasm, but all I wanted right then was to sink my dick inside her. I quickly put the thought out of my head, but continued fucking her with my index finger, eventually pushing in my middle finger, but that's all she could take.

Amber: (Laughing) I can't believe we're telling the world how tight my virgin pussy was when I met you.

James: Its important, well it was to me.

Amber: Anyway... so everything had sped up now; I was loudly whimpering. He focused on my clit to finish me off. He rubbed it between his lips, and returned the humming technique I'd used on him. That was it, I just let out this deep grunt and my body went rigid. I remember my hips flexing in mid-air as the waves crashed over me.

James: It was too hot, it was so cute, watching her lose control and cum like that.

Amber: It was one of those amazing ones, where you have several mini orgasms on the way back down. When I had calmed down, I just stared up at him. I was ready for him to take me. The man had saved me and given me the greatest orgasm of my life, nobody else deserved my virginity more than he did.

James: This is where I'll probably disappoint your readers. I was hard, but I didn't know she was ready. So I used her spilled juices to wet my cock, then jerked off whilst drinking in her beauty.

Amber: I told him to come closer, then asked him to cum on my stomach. I spread my legs and he climbed between, still jerking his cock.

James: She whispered "thank you" and grabbed my ass. 

Amber: Then I told him to cum for me, that did the trick.

James: I came on her toned stomach, making sure nothing reached her pussy. I just stared at her beautiful face as my semen dribbled from the end of my cock. 

Amber: We cleaned up, then cuddled under the sheets and passed out. We slept until the morning. That was a little awkward, waking up next to a guy I barely knew. The only significant thing I knew about him was how to make him cum. Things got slightly less awkward when he put his pants on, as it meant he didn't expect anymore.

James: I knew I had to see her again.

Amber: I gave him my number without hesitation. I wasn't ready yet, I wanted to get to know him first, but nobody deserved my virginity more than James. He had saved me, then given me the best night of my life, all while keeping my virtue intact.

James: She didn't take much persuading.

Amber: Two dates.

James: They were pretty good dates though.

Amber: I wasn't waiting to get married; I just didn't want to lose my virginity to a jerk, and I quickly realised James wasn't a jerk. I knew he would try and protect me.

James: I was being a bit of a pussy.

Amber: I had to bypass the head and the heart, and go straight for his cock. I'd got him back to my place, despite his reluctance. It had been a pretty hot night, and I knew I nearly had him.

James: She must have been gone for seconds, when she emerged she had her hair down, and wore green lingerie. I had no chance, within moments my protective nature had gone, my pants were off and I was rock hard.

Amber: I was aroused already, so it didn't matter too much when my pretty green panties were thrown aside and his cock poked at me. He still asked if I was sure; I just slipped out of my bra and told him to fuck me.

James: I still think about our first time. We were both so horny, so into each other, any awkwardness was gone. We quickly found our rhythm and fucked.

Amber: I wasn't expecting to cum, I was still getting used to having him inside me. Yet despite his arousal, James was still able to guide me through my first time.

James: I don't even know how I did it. From the moment I was inside her I was trying not to cum.

Amber: It was when you started working my clit as well; I just smiled because I knew it meant you were close

James: It worked though!

Amber: Yeah, but also that moment when you feel a guy lose it. The base of your cock pulses and your rhythm goes. Feeling that for the first time, that took me over the edge.

James: I came really hard.

Amber: I remember!

James: No turning back?

Amber: No turning back.



The Day The World Came Pt. 03



Gary worked in England as a University lecturer specialising in Biology. He was in the early stages of a lecture when the orgasms hit. Here he describes the chaos as he and his students succumbed to their urges.

*****

I can remember the events clearly, although I have no memory of what the lecture was supposed to be about, I can remember it was dull. Afternoon sessions started at 2pm, so we were about 25 minutes in when everything hit. I had a good class, they were a smart, sociable bunch; but on that day everyone was bored. It was just one of those lectures.

I remember being quite surprised when the class became restless. I hadn't noticed at the time, but when I think back it was the women. They were fidgeting, trying to make themselves comfortable; a few of them were coughing and clearing their throats. I asked if there was something wrong but nobody replied. I asked if they wanted the air conditioning changed but still no reply. Then I noticed one of my brightest students Jenna. I had never had any trouble from her, but she wasn't paying any attention to me. Her pen and paper were on the floor, she was moving her legs like she was in pain, and she was trying to straighten her brown summer dress. I looked closer and her face had gone a little pink, then her head slowly fell forward, her right hand moved to her crotch and I could hear her breath catching in her throat. She sat staring at the floor, her long black hair covering her face; I was about to ask if she was okay, when her body shook violently and she gasped out loud.

A murmur spread through the room, I was confused, I was still trying to figure out what was wrong. That's when my erection hit, and my heart started racing. Looking down my arousal was there for all to see, so I quickly ducked behind the front stand to hide the growing bulge between my legs. My focus quickly shifted away from the class; a desperate need to touch myself was all I could think about. I couldn't understand why I was hard, sure some of the women were attractive, but the days when I would grow spontaneous erections were long gone, and yet here I was, seconds away from cumming. I didn't have long to think about it however, as moments later cries filled the room, and I ejaculated.

As was commonly reported at the time, it wasn't your average orgasm. The growing throbs felt incredible, and I was soiling my underwear with wave after wave of hot spunk. As I was behind the stand I took a chance and pulled my penis through my fly, firing the rest of my load against the microphone stand. 

Glancing up at the class, I saw my pupils in various stages of undress, all touching themselves and writhing in pleasure. Several streams of semen flew through the air, seemingly a few of the guys had managed to free themselves as well. Jenna remained doubled over at the front, both hands in her lap, her body shaking. Ivy, another of my students, had mounted a guy called George. He had been sitting near her, I later found out that was the only reason she chose him. I was fairly certain George had been a virgin, and they had barely spoken a word before today. Now she rode him reverse cowgirl, his erection buried deep in her pussy. As Ivy rose up I could see the base of his cock was throbbing; it was clear he was cumming inside her. Seeing this finished me off, a final burst audibly splattered against the front stand; exhausted, I fell to the floor. 

As I hit the ground I caught Jenna's attention. I was still rock hard with semen oozing from the tip when she let out a gut wrenching cry and fell back in her seat. This gave me a perfect view up her dress. I couldn't help myself, her legs were wide open, her knickers were soaked.

A small, fortunate number of men were able to maintain their erections after the first orgasm. The view up Jenna's dress ensured that I was amongst this group, and slowly I began to rub myself. As I stared at her, she met my gaze for a moment, then her big eyes focusing on my erection. Like a woman possessed she stumbled from her seat and crawled towards me. The top part of her dress fell down displaying her modest cleavage, right then I knew I didn't stand a chance. Without a moments hesitation, Jenna pulled down her knickers, removed my hand from my cock, and in one swift swing of the hips she had me inside her. 

I remember she felt really tight, but her wetness made up for it. I hoped she wasn't a virgin, but at the same time I was desperate to see her tits. Eventually her bra fell way, and I wasn't disappointed. I let out an involuntary moan as I clumsily fumbled with her gorgeously youthful breasts. I was worried this would have creeped her out, but as I looked up, her eyes were glazed over, her face no longer flushed, but bright red. 

Now we had a small crowd, even then I worried for my career, this wasn't the sort of lesson the university paid me to teach. It was sort of assumed that 18 to 21 year olds knew how to fuck! Yet still they watched as I ran my hands up Jenna's thighs and grabbed her perfect ass. I had to take my hands away or I would have finished there and then; not that I had long to wait. 

I could feel Jenna's body tensing up, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge. When her thrusts stopped I unconsciously continued the rhythm, and I was completely inside her when she came. With tears streaming down her face, Jenna's pussy relentlessly worked its magic on my cock. Only moments before I had been holding on, now I was racing through the point of no return. Any attempts to hold back were futile; I couldn't take any more. I told her I was cumming, but neither of us could stop. With one last thrust I buried myself in her sex, then I lost control and came inside her. 

I cannot describe how good that felt, once again the pleasure was immeasurable; I just lay there filling the poor girl with my seed. Jenna was panting in my ear, allowing my climax to run its course. When she did eventually climb off, semen gushed from her pussy and onto the floor. I'm certain that was the first time she had seen a guy cum; she seemed fascinated by the strange, sticky substance that dribbled from our bodies. The class simply watched on in stunned silence. I lay back, trying to work out what to do next.

A few girls were still masturbating, the rest of the class were staring at me. I stood and surveyed the scene whilst trying to re-apply my soiled clothing. The class continued to look to me for answers, I had no idea. Promptly the text messages came flooding in, and we learnt more.

The whole campus was dismissed after that. The following day no lectures or seminars were held as emergency meetings took place to try and deal with the fallout, turns out I wasn't the only one to have fucked a student, and it wasn't just the male staff. It was decided that if no complaint was lodged, we could keep our jobs.

Seeing out the rest of the term was awkward, I'm told it's not normal for an entire class to see their teacher's cum-face! Jenna skipped a few lectures, when she did return it was clear she had changed. The quiet good girl had gone. She still wore cute summer dresses, but everyone knew about the body underneath, and what it was capable of, specifically what it did to me! After that first lesson Jenna told me she had taken the morning after pill and there were no problems, then with a wry smile, she slipped me her phone number, and a condom.



The Day The World Came Pt. 04



As part of my research I placed a few inconspicuous paper adverts, just to see what would be sent back. Most of it was either dull or pure fantasy. There was one anonymous letter that came from a woman in Melbourne, Australia. This is her story.

*****

I understand if you find this story difficult to believe, I can barely believe it myself. But the following is fact not fiction, this really did happen. On O-Day I hadn't been in the best of states. The summer was over and winter was about to set in, and at the risk of sounding like a complete loser, I hadn't had sex in months. The past few guys I'd been with were total dipsticks. We basically hooked up for sex, and gradually over time I would get ignored, eventually ending up a glorified cum bucket, a fleshlight that didn't need cleaning.

They were also pretty ugly fuckers. I don't know if you've noticed, but my self esteem was pretty low, I wasn't getting the cream of the crop. I'd resigned to my fate, it sounds shallow, but I realised I'd never fuck a hot guy. I'm pretty average looking. I can scrub up pretty good, but I was never going to bed a guy that had me gushing.

Now this next bit is pretty much going to give the game away, but bear with me, at some point I've got to introduce my neighbour Glenn. He lived in the apartment across the hall, he was my secret weapon. If I was struggling to get over the edge, I thought of Glenn. He acted as jump leads for my libido. I wanted him so badly, but so did a lot of women. He had girls throwing themselves at him routinely. Surprisingly he didn't abuse the power he had over women, because not only was he gorgeous, but he was also a pretty nice guy. That didn't mean he couldn't be broken. He was a man after all, and every few weeks a woman would get to him. Every time I heard the familiar cries through the walls, I'd masturbate, knowing he was hard and ready to cum, wishing he'd give it to me.

I didn't notice the early signs as I'd been horny all evening. Despite the impending winter gloom it was actually a pleasant evening, so I was lightly dressed in an over-sized t-shirt, nothing else. I like my legs, they're a little stumpy, but not fat. I was settling down for the night, it was gone 11pm and I was reading a book. I planned a quickie but nothing more, so I was gently grazing my pussy, just getting it warmed up, that's how I missed the warning signs.

I wasn't doing anything differently, but I remember thinking it felt really nice. I was surprised I was turned on so quickly, and within moments I felt like I'd been wanking for hours. Suddenly a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashed though me, and I squealed in a mixture of shock and delight. Normally when you're in the middle of an orgasm, you barely notice the throbbing, mainly because you're too busy feeling awesome. That day I noticed it, because they pounded through me. I don't know if it was a conscious decision or not, but I got pretty loud. I remember writhing on my bedroom floor, hand between my legs, just wailing. I must have been squirting, I didn't see it at the time and I'd never done it before, but during the clean-up I was finding streams of the stuff a couple of feet from where I'd been lying.

I'd always felt a little sorry for guys, they get one shot and that's it. There's no subtlety to the male orgasm, that's why it was so strange knowing I'd squirted. I love how the internalisation of the female orgasm. With guys they have the whole ejaculation thing going on. Sure its useful from a biological standpoint, but in terms of pure sexual gratification it's a fucking nightmare. Unless he's buried in your cooch, you never know where it's going to go, and the clean-up sucks. Don't get me started on rinsing cum out your hair! I've digressed a little, what I was trying to say is that for the first time I noticed something was different about this orgasm. Up until that point I'd been enjoying the ride, but I soon noticed it wasn't ending, I just kept cumming. This wouldn't have happened to a guy.

I was still wailing like a fucking idiot when my eyes opened for a split second and I noticed Glenn standing over me. He seemed concerned, I must have looked possessed or something. I just stared back at him as I fucked my hand, then my eyes drifted to his erect cock. I was pretty gutted to see a large quantity of semen dripping from his dick, he'd already cum. 

My immediate thought was to grab him before he lost his erection. I had no self control, but somehow I managed to force my self to my feet. I stumbled over to him, growled "I need to borrow that," and pointed at his cock.

Glenn looked a little lost as I grabbed him and pulled him over to my bed. Within moments I had him on his back, my dripping pussy poised and ready to take him. He didn't really have time to fight back, it had been less than thirty seconds since I'd noticed him in the room, and he was already inside me.

There was a slight hesitation when he slipped inside, but that didn't last long as I worked him back to full hardness. We discussed it afterwards; he claims he's never felt anything like it. The wetness, the rhythmic throbbing, I had him. Feeling his erection inside me was almost too much, and another loud climax rippled through my body. After that some semblance of control must have returned to me, as I was beginning to worry about the unashamedly lusty display I was putting on before the man of my dreams. I focused on his face but couldn't figure out if his expression was pain or pleasure, so I asked.

"Are you alright? Do you want me to get off?"

He replied, "Fuck no, please keep going."

Possibly the biggest smile of my life spread across my face, and I continued to grind on his big hard cock. I think by this point the original arousal had worn off, now I was just fucking a really hot guy. I held his face and he smiled up at me. I asked if I could kiss him, he replied by devouring my face. Feeling his lips on mine made my pussy quiver and clamp down, making Glenn laugh; I felt pretty embarrassed. Noting my reaction he quickly told me not to worry. He said it was really hot feeling me react to him like that. I relaxed and smiled, then Glenn asked if I could remove my top. Even I laughed this time, I hadn't even got naked before I'd jumped him. This time I was the one smiling as I felt Glenn harden at the sight of my boobs. That got my confidence back. Glenn reached up to feel my tits, he told me they were gorgeous and began sucking on my right nipple. Instantly I felt another orgasm rising, I had no idea my tits had also triggered Glenn's orgasm.

I thought he was saying something, but I was in a daze. I now know he was telling me he was about to cum, but I was gone. He had been holding on like a champion, but my tits, and that orgasm were too much. I came round just in time to feel the first blast against my cervix. Another hot splash fired off inside me, that's when I noticed the animal like grunting below me, that's when I realised he was cumming.

It's not like I'd forgotten, but I had longed for Glenn for so long, it seemed strange that my body was making him cum. I kept running that thought through my head, "I've made Glenn cum, he's cumming inside me."

It was a little awkward afterwards. We'd barely spoken before, now we'd seen each other cum. That's sort of okay for strangers, but we were neighbours. I couldn't look at him again without thinking about his hard cock deep inside me. I climbed off and he slipped from my pussy, a torrent of mixed juices followed. Normally I'd have laughed, but Glenn's face looked panic stricken. I assured him I was clean, and he told me likewise, then I handed him a towel. Neither of us knew what to do, eventually Glenn said he was going to take a shower, gathered his clothes and left.

It wasn't like he used and abused me, technically I jumped him. We have spoken about it since, and he claims he should have known better than to walk into a room where his infatuated neighbour was clearly having a screaming orgasm. Especially with his cock out. If you're looking for some romantic story where we fall in love and get married, this isn't it. We ended up having a big falling out as I, like many women that day, got knocked up. Turns out if you ride a guy bareback and let him loose inside you, you get pregnant! Who knew? I knew I'd never get fertilised by a better looking man, and wanted to keep the baby, Glenn wasn't so keen. There wasn't anything he could do though, he effectively gave his consent when he came inside me.

Nine months later I gave birth to our beautiful daughter at one of the emergency delivery centres set up in Melbourne. My decision paid off, she's short, but with her father's good looks.



The Day The World Came Pt. 05



It's safe to say that most people are aware of the events that took place on the set of 'The Affair.' But as such an iconic part of the story, it can't be left out. I flew out to New York to speak to Emma Watson, and she agreed to speak about the shoot for the first time.

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The timing was absurd, I mean 'The Affair' was a pretty raunchy film, as everyone knows. Ryan and I spent several weeks lying around naked. It was cool, he made me feel comfortable, it was just another job.

On the day we were shooting another sex scene, and this one was pretty full on. They would try to limit the amount of people on set whenever we were naked, although there was still a crew of ten when I arrived, so I would wear a dressing gown until we started. Ryan only wore a towel, he was confident like that, still is to this day.

Mike, the director, he went through the scene with us. He needed it to be raw and animalistic; I guess that's what he got.

I'd never gone topless on camera before, let alone full frontal. I'd shown a bit of leg in 'The Bling Ring' but this was totally different. No more mystery, the whole world was about to see me naked. I took a lot of convincing, but I believed in Mike's vision for the project. I felt like I could be a part of something special, and not compromise my integrity. Saying that, when the project was announced we crashed the studios website. We couldn't kid ourselves that the film wouldn't attract unwanted attention, and we were even preparing theatres to be on guard for men in large coats!

That day we'd been shooting for about five hours, and the crew had stolen plenty of glances. Ryan, Mike and I had decided to shoot every scene naked, and despite being on show all morning, everyone continued to stare as I took my place on the bed in the middle of the studio. A female assistant came over to hand me a small flesh coloured pillow, I placed it between my legs as Ryan came over. I tried not to look at his package, he is nicely hung, as you can see in the final cut. We smiled at each other nervously as I spread my legs; I was trying so hard to be professional. Our directions were simple; our characters are really into each other, and having mind blowing sex.

We shot for the next hour or so, kissing and groping whilst grinding against the flesh coloured pillow. You would have expected us to get excited at some point, but it wasn't like that, a film set is not a sexy place to be. The whole thing is pretty physical, and with the studio lights blaring down on you it can get quite uncomfortable. We would break to take on fluids and I would slip back into my gown. Mike would give us a few points to work on, then 15 minutes later we were back at it.

As late afternoon approached, the female assistant left the set, so I felt it before anyone else. My vision went fuzzy, then an intense warmth spread between my legs. I was suddenly very wet, my breath grew shallow and my hands were shaking. Thirty seconds later Ryan started to slow down and I saw his erection slide over the top of the cushion. I looked up at his face and he wasn't acting anymore, he was staring down at my naked body, taking it all in. Once again his erection peered over the top of the cushion, it looked painfully hard, pre-cum glistened at the tip. That's when the throbbing started, Ryan's cock started bouncing in front of me and I totally lost control. I hadn't noticed the out break of erections on set, that's probably why no-one stopped me when I threw the cushion away, and forced him inside me. I pulled him in deep and held him there. Ryan had no say in the matter, although he certainly wasn't complaining.

We barely had time to start fucking before it hit. Ryan didn't make a sound, but I heard the collective moan that swept across the set. I felt him ejaculate, it was so powerful you couldn't miss it. My orgasm was unbelievable. My hips were rhythmically grinding against Ryan's crotch as I grabbed his ass and begged him to keep going. He told me afterwards I was squeezing down on his cock so hard it was impossible to pull out.

I have no recollection of Ryan regaining his senses, although I've seen the footage. He eventually broke free but continued jerking off, then another powerful shot exploded from his cock, and I was showered with his semen. It was now everywhere, in my hair, my mouth, and my pussy. Streaks of it ran down my thighs and up to my breasts. I know that for many people that is the iconic image of the day. The former child star, writhing in pleasure, hands between her legs, covered in semen. I'm okay with it, like a lot of people my attitude changed that day. Knowing that an image of me at my most human... it gets people off; I'm okay with that. It's pretty exciting, its flattering knowing that my body made so many people feel good.

As I regained my senses I looked across the set. I didn't know what was going on so I turned to our director. Mike stood holding his dick as it fired towards me. It was a pretty small set, and clearly I was the object of everyone's attention. Soon I realised it wasn't just Ryan who had finished on me. In the film it looks like its all Ryan, but in actual fact there was the sound man, camera operator, first AD, and Mike, all ejaculating on me. It's a wonder we got any footage at all. The camera guy was shooting with a steady cam, but his legs were buckling underneath him. He was desperately trying to unzip his jeans with one hand as he continued filming. Even in his uncontrollably aroused state he knew he had to keep shooting. In the end Mike helped him out and he came on my chest.

Afterwards it got a little awkward. We all kind of sat in silence, you could hear cum dripping onto the studio floor. I was still gently rubbing myself as the last few throbs rippled through my pussy. The silence was broken by buzzing cellphones, Mike didn't even call cut, we just stopped and learnt what had happened.

It was amazing how the industry changed that day. Before, you could show a guys head exploding on screen, but you couldn't show an erect penis, let alone penetration or ejaculation. The world had witnessed this unifying sex act, and it completely changed our society. Mike realised this in the editing room, and gradually worked the explicit footage into the film. Really it was just a purist version; we never expected it to get past the censors. I guess I was scared when they okayed it, the world may have changed, but were audiences ready to see Hermione Granger all grown up and covered in semen? I'll admit I took a hefty paycheque, I'd never have to work again, but the studio knew they had a sure fire hit.

A couple of months after the shoot I visited my doctor. He confirmed what I had expected; I was pregnant with Ryan's child. I tried to shelter Ivy, but it was no use. She had been conceived on screen, in one of the most iconic moments of the 21st century, the media were going to be interested. She handles it well though, soon she will understand her importance to modern society.

As everyone knows 'The Affair' was a huge hit, smashing box office records. But it was the DVD and Blu-Ray releases that made the difference. They were advertised with uncut footage from the steady-cam. As you know its seriously hot stuff, even I came the first time I saw it.



The Day The World Came Pt. 06



Misaki & Kaori

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On O-Day I had been at a party with my friend Kaori. We were in an idol group, nothing too big, but part of the J-Pop scene. We were the eldest (I was 21 and Kaori was 22), and our job was to look after the younger girls, keep them out of trouble. We would then make appearances at more grown up parties without them, this was to impress executives and business partners of our label. That evening the record company had dressed us up, and sent us to this party full of guys in suits. I can't remember what it was about, we were there to look pretty and promote the company. It was one of the strange things we had to do back then. One of the rules was no boys, or men. The record company wanted to keep boys thinking they had a chance with us. Any boyfriends, or rumours of sexual relationships would cause problems, so we had to stay single and sexless. Some girls found it easier than others, they just didn't have the need. But some (and I must admit I was one of them) found it very difficult to stay celibate with so many boys (men in my case) throwing themselves at us. Shortly before O-Day, one of the girls was thrown out the group when she was caught. The guy was super cute and a J-Pop act himself. The poor girl had recently turned 18 and bloomed into a beautiful woman. None of us had particularly large breasts, but hers came from nowhere over a couple of months. Quickly she was getting the most attention, and it seemed she was powerless to resist. It always seemed counterintuitive to me to push this celibacy thing, surely it meant boys didn't have a chance with us.

That night we didn't stay long. The party started early, so we were mingling from about 7pm. We got a lot of attention, the dresses made sure of that. Plenty of leg, tight around the butt. One guy was particularly persistent with Kaori, but we shook him off. I was talking to a guy, I wanted to jump him, take him into a corner and feel his desire. They must have known I couldn't do anything, but the teasing was unbearable. Noticing Kaori was also struggling to resist, we made our exit before 9:45, and we were soon back at our apartment by just after 10. The couple of drinks we'd had left us a little giggly, so we took off our heels and collapsed in the lounge. We had this place to ourselves, we'd managed to escape the bratty excesses of the other girls, it was the only concession we'd got out of the record company, although it all came out of our pay.

I lay on the sofa, Kaori sat in an armchair and put her feet up over the side. I'd always admired her legs, but in this position they looked particularly stunning. Her short dress hiked up slightly, displaying more of her thighs. I wouldn't say I was sexually attracted to her, but I could appreciate her beauty. We were talking for a short while, nothing in particular, just stupid girly stuff. I noticed the wetness but didn't say anything, when the faint throbbing started I noticed Kaori moving in her seat a little, then she took her legs down. I quickly knew something strange was going on because her usual demure was gone, she sat in the chair with her legs slightly apart, her bare womanhood almost within sight. The dresses required us to go without underwear, and quickly we were dripping onto the expensive fabric. In one last moment of consciousness I pulled my dress up to my waist to stop it from being ruined, revealing my naked pussy to my friend. I told Kaori to pull up her dress, but she just panicked and asked what was going on. A moment later it hit.

My orgasm was huge, but I only had the one. I held my hand over my vagina as a stream of wetness gushed through my fingers. The throbbing was incredible, my hips thrust with every hit. I must have been squealing with delight, up until then my poor attempts at masturbation had proved fruitless. Fortunately I didn't have to do anything, the moment did it all for me. Even if I had known what do with my clit, it was so sensitive I couldn't touch it. I remember being surprised with how big it grew. As I started to feel like I might pass out it began to fade. The steady stream stopped, as did the throbbing, all that was left was a gentle warmth. I could have drifted off to sleep, if it weren't for Kaori's desperate cries.

It was clear that Kaori was less experienced than I, and I didn't know a lot. Her dress was still tight around her thighs, yet she sat in a puddle of her own wetness. Her hands were pushing into her crotch, but doing little else. She didn't look comfortable, and I knew I had to help. I took off my dress to avoid spoiling it further, and sat naked before her aching sex. I pushed her skirt up round her waist and her legs automatically spread, allowing access to her pussy. Like me she wasn't shaved, there wasn't really any point seeing as no-one was allowed near us. I forcefully prised her hands away from her opening and stared at her. The opening was soaked with lubrication, and I could clearly see her body pulse with every throb. Knowing her clit would probably be sensitive like my own, I was gentle. I flattened my palm over her mound and rubbed slowly. That was enough to make Kaori cry out even more. I would test to see what she could take and gradually went faster, allowing further pressure on her clit.

I could sense the tension growing, I looked up and smiled, she was staring at my hand, her eyes begging me to continue. Then a moan started deep in her chest, her hips thrust into my hand, her wetness grew, then she went rigid and silent. I continued rubbing for the few seconds she went quiet, the only movement being a slow rising of her hips, I then felt pressure followed by a stream of clear liquid squirting from inside her pussy. Her voice returned, louder than ever and her thrusts became violent. I continued rubbing until she pushed me off. Sitting back I looked up at her, knowing we had just shared something special. Kaori looked back and began laughing, I was playing with my pussy. I laughed shyly as she sat on the floor next to me. She brushed her hand up my thigh and around to my crotch. My head went fuzzy as she touched me, and I allowed her to explore by moving my hand away. After getting used to the anatomy, she looked up and asked me to pretend she was the guy from the party. I nodded nervously and giggled, then she disappeared between my legs.

Neither of us knew what we were doing, but we were so horny it didn't matter. To start with she was rubbing me like I had touched her, then without warning she pushed a finger inside. I had done the same to myself in the past, but to feel a foreign object inside me was incredible. She was thrusting in and out, feeling my pleasure rise. As I was heading towards climax, I saw her head move down, then felt her licking my clit. I came instantly, Kaori pulled away but I pushed her head down into my crotch and held her there. When the pulsing and the tingling stopped I took my hands off her head. She looked up at me, her face covered in my juices. We later learned that not all girls squirted, and it was extremely rare that both of us did.

We spent the rest of the night learning to make ourselves cum. It was a special evening.



The Day The World Came Pt. 07



I received an account from what I assume were an American couple called Alice and Isaac. They were raised on a commune, and contact with the outside world had been severely limited. On O-Day, everything they knew was about to change.

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Isaac was the older of the two, he had turned 18 seven months prior to Alice. They had always been friends, but in recent months, since Alice had also turned 18, he had wanted to spend more time with her. Their families were aware of this, and tried to keep them apart. Isaac knew he wanted her to be his wife, he just didn't know why. He now describes Alice as very beautiful, although he had no understanding of beauty or attraction at the time. Alice found herself bewildered by his attention, but it made her feel happy, so despite the best efforts of the elders, Alice and Isaac found time to be together. 

Their stolen moments together were fuelled with frustration, and neither knew why. On one occasion Isaac had reached out to touch Alice's face. The touch of her skin felt heavenly, yet "The Beast" between his legs stirred, and he fled in terror, horrified that Alice might think ill of him. They each described how any notion of sexuality was suppressed. The traditional idea of "the talk" with parents was discarded, in favour of total ignorance. Alice and Isaac felt the urges, but had absolutely no understanding of their meaning, and had come to associate any sexual arousal with horror. Isaac became obsessed with his penis, and would spend the brief time he spent alone trying to understand the "evil" that would grow between his legs. He loved spending time with Alice, but was aware that The Beast loved her too. Isaac explained that he rarely felt they were alone, as The Beast would always join them.

Alice had no understanding of her sexuality. Her stolen glances at Isaac would make her heart race, and she felt a warmth between her legs the day he touched her face. But any opportunity to discover herself was abruptly halted by the teachings of the commune. Whereas most women would have their eyes opened on a rainy afternoon, humping the corner of an armchair, or through the lure of a shower head, Alice was taught to stop, and concentrate on manual tasks.

On O-Day they had both arisen early to attend to the daily tasks of the commune. By 8am they had been working for three hours, and as planned, an opportunity to spend time together presented itself. Alice, giggling as she scurried into the upper levels of a nearby barn, had managed to smuggle an apple for the two of them to share, a sub-conscious act of intimacy to which neither was aware. Isaac tried to keep talking as the apple passed between them, but The Beast loved feeling her saliva mix with his own. The giggling had a dual effect on Isaac; he was drawn to her beautiful and charismatic smile, whereas The Beast focused on her lips and the gentle movement beneath her dress.

Alice had noticed his discomfort and was quickly disheartened. She was convinced that their time together was making him ill. He would go quiet, and his eyes would glaze over. Once he had started fidgeting she knew their time together was coming to a close. It hadn't taken Isaac long to get to the restless stage. On this occasion Alice was cross, whilst his restlessness was not uncommon, they had been apart for several days, and as Isaac began to move, Alice grabbed his arm and demanded he stay.

Her urgency took Isaac by surprise, and The Beast was temporarily subdued. Neither spoke, but Isaac sat back down, and Alice's grasp slid down his arm before gently rubbing her thumb into the back of his hand. They sat like that for a while, neither knew how long, occasionally they would stare at each other, eyes dilated, hearts racing. 

At 08:24 Alice removed her hand. The warmth she had felt the day Isaac touched her face had returned, yet this time it felt stronger. As she moved back a throbbing started and she felt a wetness form between her legs. Isaac noticed her sudden change in breathing and asked if something was wrong. Alice said she felt unwell, and began to leave, yet as she did, her legs gave way and she fell into Isaac's arms. His touch only heightened the feeling so she scuttled back, her breath catching in her throat. Again Isaac questioned what was wrong, but this time she didn't reply. Alice's hands had instinctively moved between her legs, and as Isaac looked on, he felt a surge from The Beast. 

Isaac was overpowered by an urge to touch himself. Half terrified of what Alice would make of his penis, he pulled it out and looked up to find her staring at it. Isaac had expected her to scream, but she didn't, and he had no idea why. He didn't have long to think about it however, as another pulse shattered through The Beast and he came instantly. He described in his account a euphoric feeling from deep within his chest, as years of suppressed lust poured from his loins, spraying forth into the morning air.

Alice seemed to be in pain, but the noises she was making made Isaac feel wonderful. With every shot, the pleasure between Isaac's legs increased. Alice was both scared and elated. She thought she was dying, but she didn't care. She had found her clitoris, and with every clumsy graze her head span. Isaac was still ejaculating when he caught a glimpse of Alice's vagina. He describes how he was both deeply concerned that she was deformed, yet also drawn to the small opening. With one last pulse, he launched a final blast that landed on Alice's thigh. Feeling the warm liquid on her skin, Alice became hysterical and passed out, her hips continuing to spasm as her orgasm died down.

Isaac crawled over and tried to wake her, he says he looked at her for a moment, asleep, cheeks flustered, and it was then he knew what the small opening was for.

When Alice awoke she found Isaac sitting across the loft, looking at her, he seemed terrified. She still felt tingly, and the warmth between her legs remained, but she had never felt so relaxed, all the frustration had gone. She didn't understand why Isaac seemed so tense. That's when she noticed the semen on her thigh, she'd never seen anything like it. The consistency, colour, and smell, they were all new to her, they were new to Isaac as well. She asked Isaac what it was, he told her it came from "The Beast." Alice looked confused, then pointed at Isaac's penis and he nodded. He explained why he would run off, because of the evil that grew between his legs. Alice told him she didn't think it was evil, she thought it was beautiful and wanted a closer look. Crawling over, she held his semi-flaccid cock, still covered in semen, and as she examined it, The Beast was awoken.

Initially Isaac pleaded with her to stop, but quickly he was overwhelmed as the feeling of her soft hands on his manhood took over, and his mind was back on her pussy. With all his strength Isaac moved back, and his cock slipped from Alice's grasp. Quickly he enquired about what he had seen, explaining his surprise that she did not have a penis. Alice too was shocked, she had noticed that most men had a bulge in their pants, but had not expected what lay beneath. Isaac's breath grew shallow as he asked if he could see her body. Alice made him promise not to run away, then she stood and removed her dress.

Isaac was once again drawn to the strange opening between her legs, but then switched his focus to her chest. He had seen breasts before, but only in their practical use to feed the young. He had never considered them a thing of beauty, yet now he longed to touch them. Alice was slightly worried by his startled response and turned away, unwittingly flashing him her beautiful behind. Once again a new sight befell Isaac, causing him to moan out loud, and for the first time, consciously start touching himself. Alice bent down to comfort him, but as she did so, she displayed her untouched pussy in graphic detail.

What happened next was instinctive. Isaac took hold of Alice and lay her on her back. He cupped her right breast and felt the warm softness in the palm of his hand. Then his other hand reached between her legs and felt the heat from her loins for the first time. When he noticed the wetness he was certain, but Alice had no idea what was happening. Moments later she felt a sharp pain as Isaac entered her. She didn't have time to do anything as Isaac tore through her virginity and thrust himself deep inside her. Seconds later she felt a warmth flood her insides, and Isaac collapsed on top of her.

As Isaac's strength returned, he felt the post-coital guilt flood over him. As he pulled out a small amount of blood followed along with his semen. Isaac looked on in terror, before picking her up, and carrying Alice across the commune to the medical hut, both still naked. When they arrived, the commune's Doctor was himself deep inside a female resident. Alice and Isaac were horrified by her cries, before they realised they were coming from all over the commune. Isaac put Alice down and they wondered back out into the courtyard. All around them people were either having sex, masturbating, or cleaning up after their climaxes.

It wasn't long after that before residents started to leave. The young left first, several of the women were pregnant. Alice and Isaac are unsure whether Alice became pregnant that day, or over the following week. But with no understanding of sex, let alone birth control, Alice's stomach eventually began to grow, and they were forced from the commune. As the residents made their way into the nearby towns, word spread, and soon afterwards the local authorities arrived. Alice and Isaac assure me they are now very happy. They have three children, and the skills they learnt on the commune helped them find jobs. Isaac is a skilled craftsman, although he asks that I do not disclose his profession, due to his popularity in the area. Neither are sure how long they would have continued as they did before O-Day, but 10 years later they assure me, they're still making up for lost time.



The Day The World Came Pt. 08



One of the many reasons I carried on with this project was because of a casual conversation I had with a dour, yet beautiful woman from Sweden. I met her one evening through mutual friends, and mentioned the project. With absolutely no hesitation she took me through her experience of O-Day. When I officially started taking submissions, I tracked her down, and this is her story.

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Back then I was working late shifts in a bar. The previous night I had returned home at 4am, so I slept until midday. I had to be back at the bar for 8pm, so I was going about my afternoon routine when it hit. I kept myself fit by going swimming every afternoon. I enjoyed it, and it helped with my upper body strength. I had a reputation at the bar for keeping the customers in line, I wouldn't put up with any shit.

One of the perks of my job was that the local lane pool was quiet during the afternoon. Most people were at work, and it wasn't the sort of pool you took your kids to. I did not like other people being there, as more often than not, they got in my way. Too often I had to take evasive action to avoid colliding with someone who had strayed off course. That afternoon the pool was empty. This was rare, but it would happen. The lifeguard on duty was a boy named Erik. He was 20 and had been at the pool for a few months. When he started it was clear he found me attractive, as I would catch him looking at me in my bathing suit. I did not care for the professional suits, and preferred an old fashioned one piece. This I would later learn, was desirable to Erik, as he also preferred the one piece, albeit a preference controlled by his libido rather than practicality. However by the time O-Day came around, he had tired of me, much like the others. I was a nuisance, as they would much rather be standing talking, than watching me do laps.

I was feeling particularly frustrated that afternoon and had been looking forward to letting off steam with a number of laps. I had been going for just under half an hour when I started to feel strange. It was not unusual for me to feel aroused after swimming, but I had masturbated in the shower at my apartment, and did not expect to need another orgasm. I didn't think much more about it and continued my laps. The physical exercise hid the intensity of the sensations, but I was starting to lose my breath so I stopped at the side. I felt my pussy underneath my suit and it seemed very sensitive and abnormally warm. I decided I would do ten more laps then I'd masturbate in a changing room cubicle. I pushed myself away from the edge, went a few strokes, then it hit.

I immediately lost complete control of my body and it was as if my limbs had turned to jelly. The pleasure I felt was immeasurable, my orgasm building to a level I'd never felt before. I had to touch myself, and as I did, I slowly sank to the bottom of the pool.

The next few moments are unclear, I later learnt I almost drowned, but at the time all I could focus on were the wonderful sensations tearing through my body. It felt as if every inch of my body either tingled, shuddered or clenched.

I was sinking lower into the pool, when suddenly I felt my body rise up out of the water. I coughed up a lot, then took a deep breath. This nearly killed my buzz, but the throbbing continued as I was dragged through the water.

My body was lifted over the edge of the pool and onto the concourse. As I looked back Erik climbed out of the pool and lay beside me. My hands were now underneath my suit, but I was starting to calm down. As I looked at Erik I noticed the head of his penis was poking through the top of his swim shorts. The small hole at the end was wide open and flexing, then semen started dribbling from the end and onto the floor. This nearly set me off again, but I was also confused. Why was he cumming? Then I thought again, why was I cumming?

We both lay on the floor for a moment as our orgasms ended. Erik's eyes had been closed, but now they fixated on my ass. There was an awkward pause, then Erik got up, pushed his penis back into his shorts, and offered me a hand to get up. I am not the shy type, but I did blush as I thanked him. He asked if I was okay and if I needed a doctor. I assured him I was fine and headed to the changing rooms. As I locked the cubical behind me, I removed my bathing suit in seconds, perched in the corner, spread my legs and masturbated to another wonderful orgasm. I did not normally find penises arousing, but I kept thinking about Erik ejaculating onto the floor as I came. I know he could hear me cumming, I did not hold back.

It was a strange night at the bar. Not many places were open, but my boss was ruthless, and soon we were a meeting place for people to gather their thoughts, and continue the day's sexual adventures. Normally I would feel content on my own, but I had already masturbated twice that day, and needed some human contact. I would receive offers every night, so it was no trouble finding a mate. I don't remember his name, but it didn't really matter, I just needed a hard cock inside me. He didn't last long, but I got what I needed.

I stayed away from the pool for a couple of weeks. I'm not sure why, maybe I wasn't happy being so vulnerable in front of Erik. I wanted to thank him, but was unsure how. People were talking about how the orgasms on O-Day were the best of their lives, and I felt I had ruined Erik's. He managed to ignore the fact that he was cumming, and saved my life. I decided I would return to the pool when he would be in, and wear my hottest swimsuit, a scarlet red one-piece.

As I entered the hall, Erik avoided eye contact with me, but as I turned my back I could feel him staring at my ass. I knew he was watching me as I did my laps, yet when I paused at the side for a moment he would look away. I had timed my session to conclude as the lifeguards switched shifts, so I headed to the showers before Erik returned to change.

I took a chance and headed to the mens showers, peeled off my swimsuit, and started washing the chlorine from my body. I couldn't have timed it better, as Erik found me with my arms over my head, wringing the water from my long blonde hair. He stuttered something about me being in the mens shower, but I ignored the comment, and started up the next shower head, inviting him to join me. He took the hint and placed his towel at the side, then stepped under the stream of warm water. I looked down and saw he still had his swim shorts on, so I paused to look at him. I didn't need to say anything as he looked across. With a wry smile he sighed, then removed the shorts, allowing his erect cock to spring free.

Continuing to shower, I thanked him for helping me on O-Day, then I explained my guilt that he had sacrificed his orgasm to save me. I told him I had seen him ejaculating, but it certainly didn't have the power that others had experienced. His penis was now bobbing in the air so I took it in my hand and told him I wished to thank him properly. He didn't say anything, but I felt his shaft flex several times. I was concerned he was having an orgasm so I let go. I asked if he was close, and he nodded, so I pushed him against the wall, got on my knees and took him in my mouth.

I wanted him to enjoy the blowjob, but I knew I wouldn't have to work hard. I placed my right hand on his stomach, and my left at the base of his cock. I started by running my lips over the head, I deliberately made a popping sound as he left my mouth. Guys usually love this technique, but I'm also told it feels like torture, and that wasn't my intention with Erik. So I switched to gently sucking and humming on his shaft, my tongue focusing on the now swollen head. Erik warned me when he started to cum, but from the way his shaft was flexing I already knew. I started fucking him with my mouth, taking him deep into my throat, then held him on my tongue as he ejaculated. I took the first few loads in my mouth, then let him finish on my tits. It had been a while since I had been with such a young man. I was not used to such virility.

I washed his semen from my breasts, but there wasn't much point in continuing to shower, as we would soon be getting much dirtier. I asked if there was a place we could go where we wouldn't be seen. Erik was still bent over, looking at his semi-erect cock. I asked again, this time he looked up, nodded, then we grabbed our clothes and headed to the hidden spot. He led me to a changing room that was round a corner. Not many people used it as they didn't know it existed. Erik explained that it was where the male staff would go if they became excited. In the uniform, there was no room to hide any arousal, so they would come to this dressing room and masturbate. He explained that when he first started, he would be forced to visit whenever I came to the pool. He later started masturbating before every shift, which explained the drop in his attention.

Although this revelation was sweet, I wasn't there to fall in love, I was there to fuck him. So I held his face and kissed him hard, then I sat on the bench and started masturbating. Erik watched for a moment, then he sat next to me. His hands explored my body, starting with my thighs, moving up to my breasts. I miss how perky my breasts were back then, Erik certainly appreciated them. It was fun knowing that my breasts could drive men wild when they got their hands on them. I was quickly pleased to learn that Erik knew what he was doing; he was kissing my neck, then gently biting my ear lobe. His right hand moved towards my pussy, so I moved my hand out of the way, and allowing him to take over. It wasn't long until my pussy was crying out for his tongue, so between gasps I told him, and he moved between my legs. Once again, I was delighted to learn he knew what he was doing. I could feel my orgasm coming, and I told him I was close. The words had barely escaped my lips when the first pulse hit, then I drifted off into another world, and came all over his wonderful tongue.

When I came around Erik's hand was over my mouth, turns out I'd been pretty loud, I was so worked up I hadn't noticed. Still even if someone had walked in, they couldn't stop us now. I looked down and saw Erik's cock was hard and bouncing around. I told him I needed him that instant, so I pulled him up, spun him round, and slipped his big dick inside me.

I should have known that he would be pretty worked up, and therefore our time was limited. But right then I didn't care as he sank deep into my pussy. I held him there for a moment, kissed him and said:

"Thank you for saving my life."

We fucked like we were possessed. It was a bit wild to start with, Erik wanted to take control, so he lowered me to a towel on the floor, raised my legs above his head, and started pounding my hot cunt. I had planned to fuck him like an expert, give him the best sex of his life, but I was so horny I just lay back and let him do what he wanted. Our earlier orgasms meant he could enjoy my body and not hold back, so his hands ran all over my body. He particularly enjoyed my thighs, taking huge handfuls of flesh and squeezing them tight.

I was getting close again, and I knew Erik wouldn't be far behind. His hands ran under my body and cupped my ass, then he was urgently thrusting into me. As I looked into his eyes, all that returned was lust. His libido had taken over, he was on the edge of blissful release, and could only focus on his own pleasure. His breaths became shallow and his hands moved to my hips. His thrusts became erratic and he started to moan out loud. Seeing his arousal was enough to push me to the edge, and as I felt the first warm jet of semen fire into my open pussy, I started to cum.

I don't normally cum with my partners, if at all. So it was wonderful feeling my pussy contract as Erik's cock powerfully sprayed his semen deep inside me. As the contractions faded, Erik gently pulled out, and lay on the floor behind me. I asked if that had made up for me making him miss out on his O-Day orgasm. He said he couldn't imagine it feeling any better without having a heart attack! It was only then he admitted that part of the reason he had jumped in to save me was to fuck me, but by the time we were out the pool it had passed, and he just wanted to make sure I was alive. 

It was starting to get cold on the floor, so we got up and dressed. I kissed him again, it had been a wonderful afternoon. Over the next few months we met up a few times, but he was much younger than me, and neither of us had trouble finding alternative partners. Still after nearly ten years, that time in the changing room was one of best fucks of my life... so far!



The Day The World Came Pt. 09



My last entry takes place one year later in San Francisco. To mark the first anniversary of O Day an event was held in Golden Gate Park. Some hoped there would be a recurrence of mass uncontrollable orgasms. Others gathered simply to celebrate what many consider to be a pivotal moment in modern history.

Security was tight, as outbursts of sexual activity were expected, especially first thing in the morning at 6:24. Attempts were made to stop minors from entering the park, and the city provided free condoms in a bid to stop another mass pregnancy crisis.

I attended a similar event in Hyde Park, London. There was nothing like the reported scenes from across the globe as the police (and weather) made sure public decency was maintained. O Day may have changed societal attitudes, but we were still British.

This is the account of Anna, an art student who had been visiting San Francisco on O Day. One year later, she was searching for; "him."

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It was only in the months leading up to the anniversary that I had realised I was obsessed. A few of my friends had been telling me this for a while, but it was as I made plans to return to San Francisco that I realised I was behaving abnormally.

I arrived a few days before, and already you could sense some sort of anticipation. It was probably the best city to be in for those few days, already the openness about sexuality was there to be seen, even in a city that would already have been described as fairly open before O Day.

I should probably describe what happened to me on O Day. I was staying in San Francisco with my friend Milly. We had planned it for years, we didn't want some sweeping visit, see the tourist attractions, then leave. We wanted to feel like we were living in the city. So we booked ourselves into an apartment for four weeks. I'll admit my father bore most of the expense, but it was worth it. I'd got into a routine of going for a run in the morning. It goes without saying that you have to keep fit when in San Francisco, it's not much fun if you're out of shape. I was out running on O Day, when 6:24 struck.

Spring was in full swing, so the weather was warming up, although it was cloudy, it was bright out. I had made my way to Golden Gate Park and had been making steady progress when it struck. I didn't notice until moments before when my legs started to go, they just turned to jello and I managed to steer myself to a patch of grass. As I bent over, catching my breath and wandering what the hell was going on, it struck. My knees buckled and I fell to the floor clutching my groin. I had the wits about me to see if anyone was around, then my hands sunk into my running shorts. What followed was the most incredible orgasm I'd ever felt, lying on the grass, out in the open. An animal instinct had taken over me, I needed more. Again I searched around, and that's when I spotted him. With absolutely no consideration for my surroundings, I removed my running gear, and strolled across the grass to a man crouched by a tree. I have to say I was happy with my body, I was in my early 20's and the running had kept me toned. I didn't really give the man a chance.

As I got close I could see his erection, and the last of his semen dribbling from the end. He was still hard, so I made sure he stayed that way. I let my hair down, fell to my knees, and grabbed his cock. He got the drift and removed his shorts, then I took him in my mouth and made sure he stayed hard for me.

He reached across and felt my warm, dripping pussy. Feeling his touch, I looked up and grabbed his shirt. Just seeing the muscles underneath caused a guttural moan to escape my lips, and I pushed him down on the grass. With a quick shift of the hips I had him inside me. I hadn't taken into account how large he was, and I can only assume it was my own wetness that helped him slip inside.

I cannot describe how wonderful that fuck was. Outside, completely naked, under a tree, riding this complete stranger bareback, me on top. It seemed like we just fitted together perfectly, it felt heavenly. I came pretty quickly, but kept going, I must have looked insane as I ground my hips into his crotch, using his big dick to make me cum over and over.

After my third orgasm I bent down and kissed him long and hard. He kissed me back and told me I was beautiful, I almost came again there and then, but this time it was his turn. He held my face close and looked me in the eyes as his cock gave way and ejaculated inside me. It was intense, I felt a pang of sadness that our fuck was over, but I still had time for one last climax, before I climbed off and played with the mixture of cum that leaked from my pussy.

Somehow we'd managed to avoid attention so we gathered our clothes and got dressed. I spent the rest of the morning with him. He was utterly charming, but at the time I had a boyfriend I thought I loved. So we didn't exchange numbers, and I only got a first name. But that night I lay in bed, hand between my legs, thinking about him. When I next met my boyfriend I realised I'd been having terrible sex for far too long, and he was a bit of an asshole. We split shortly afterwards, but I was fortunate to have a short line of guys queuing up to date me. Each one paled in comparison to the man in the park, and eventually I knew I had to find him.

Which leads me to standing in Golden Gate Park on the first anniversary, under the tree where our fuckfest had taken place, hoping he would show.

At 6:24 there were cheers around the park, a lot of people were naked, a lot of people were masturbating, a few more were fucking. Yet I stood alone, in my sexiest summer dress, hoping. A few guys asked me to join in, but I politely declined, most were pretty hot, but I didn't want to miss him. It was arousing, and pretty frustrating watching everyone else get off, the fucking was the worst. I could feel him, every inch filling me, touching me from the inside. I felt something run down my leg, I hadn't worn panties, and I was dripping onto the grass. I didn't want to draw attention, so I gave it a few more minutes, then, trying to hide my tears, I started to head back to my hotel.

I couldn't really see properly, the tears I tried to stifle blurred my vision, but as I turned the corner I heard someone say my name. I looked up and there he was! I wiped my eyes and looked again; I'd been standing under the wrong fucking tree!

As I hesitantly walked towards him, doubts did enter my mind. Was I sure he was here to see me? It sure looked like he was waiting for someone, and he was holding something. He had my panties.

I tried to speak like a human being and attempted to say "I think you'll find they're mine," but it didn't come out half as cool as I needed it to. However as he turned to me, any worry that I had lost my cool, was immediately put to rest, when he stuttered and gasped before adding "I have washed them, I promise!"

I'll admit, it was pretty awkward. We had spent an amorous five minutes under a tree, followed by a slightly awkward post-coital walk around a park, before I rejected him and told him I was taken. Neither knew quite what to say, so we didn't, we just joined in with the festivities.

I got on my knees, fumbled with his zipper, then reached for the tool I'd been craving for twelve months. As he sprang free it all seemed so familiar, I could almost remember every vein, every bump, the slight curve; yeah my friends were right, I was obsessed.

I removed the straps from my dress letting it hang around my chest whilst he removed his shirt, unveiling his wonderful chest. I had admired his cock for far too long, so I gave him a couple of strokes, then took him in my mouth. I guess I wanted to show him how much I'd wanted him as I got him hard within a minute, saliva dripping from my mouth. I got a little carried away so he had to stop me before he came. I was both mortified and thrilled at the same time, still I grabbed his shorts and pulled them down, and he was as naked as when I first met him.

He asked me to stand, then looked me in the eyes and asked about my ex. To his credit this guy was naked with my spit dripping from his rock hard erection, and he still wanted to check I was available. I smiled and nodded adding "didn't touch the sides after you." Then we kissed; hard. 

Quickly he had me up against the tree, my sexy little dress was removed, and my toned, naked body was revealed to him once again. He smiled at the lack of underwear, then took my left hand and held it against the tree, whilst his other hand fell between my legs and his delicious fingers probed my pussy. Within moments I was crying out, my skin already flushed. He was just making sure I was ready, but I had been dripping wet for what seemed like hours.

It was all too much, I dug my nails into his hand and came, so very, very hard.

I caught my bearings long enough to beg him to fuck me, so he lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his back, and he launched his big dick into my pussy. Feeling him again was heaven, it was just as I remembered, he fitted me perfectly as we fucked against the tree. Now if anything we were hotter than the year before, and my first orgasm had done nothing to discourage a large crowd forming round us. In fairness they left us alone, the worst were a couple of lonely masturbators, but that only served as encouragement.

My hands ran over his muscled back making me hotter, and hotter until once again it was too much and I came. I must have screeched in his ear it felt so fucking good, my toes tingled and curled as I thrust manically into his crotch. It wasn't long before my muscles gave way and he had to put me down, but he wasn't stopping. He spun me around, bent me over and took me from behind. I thought he fitted before, this was snug!

Now it was his turn to let his passions take control. As I lent against the tree his hands were on my hips, and he fucked me as hard as he could. I turned my head and found him staring at my butt. I don't know why but this made me feel incredibly happy, I guess it meant he found me sexy. Like I needed any more encouragement. He saw that I'd caught him and he looked embarrassed (yeah, the naked guy fucking a woman against a tree in a public park was embarrassed). I told him to keep looking, so he did.

Soon I could feel him twitching and I knew he was close. I was pretty tight back then, and I was impressed he was still going. Noting the enthralled crowd I told him to put on a show, I fucking love that he knew what I meant. I could really feel it now, his body tensing, his cock as hard as it could get. I could feel the base of his cock quivering as he bottomed out, then after three quick thrusts I felt his resistance collapse. He pulled out, jerked his cock twice, and ejaculated all over my back. He came so fucking hard we found cum on the tree, half the crowd cheered and applauded, the rest stood in awe.

When the fireworks were nearly over he pushed himself back inside me, and finished deep in my pussy. The last few drops just for me before his erection melted away.

As the crowd began to disperse, or start their own shows, he span me round again, held me against the tree, and kissed me really fucking hard.

10 years later, we didn't celebrate in public. We sent the kids off to a friends, and fucked in the comfort of our marital bed.