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We don`t want to get in trouble with any group or person. If an information is wrong, you should send a little letter or a new information to the addy below the text, but only if the info is about you or your group. Many thanx for the news-collecting this time go to: * Red Knight of TEK * El Cativo of Submission * Mr.King of Analog * Ace of Damian To become a news-collector just write to Friendly, and send him your latest ones at: Soenke Petersen Broistedtstr.34 W- 2090 Winsen/Luhe Germany ß ¥end.Å CThe News ¤¹ Ð T H E N E W S Å Å°¹ß All news you like from A-Z... ²2000AD ¹Infinity left them to join Crime Devils. ²Addicts ¹Addicts plan to release Scen-ery again. Salvatore left. They plan to release a Musicdisk. ²Alcatraz ¹Shade left for Scoopex. ²Alpha Flight ¹AFL plans to release a new Mag. They got a new member together with a new BBS: THC/ex.Desire and his board 'Mystical Places'. ²Amnesia ¹Black Scorpion/ex.Hardline joined. ²Analog ¹Mr.King/ex.Beyond joined. Sigma left to join Scoopex. Look out for the upcomming Music-Mag 'Sonic', which will be released in the beginning of february. ²Arise/Beyond ¹They formed a new group called Abyss. Agent left Arise and joined Atomic. The first Abyss-Production was released at the Party II. Sodom left. Mr.King left for Analog. Al Bundy left the scene. ²Byte Busters ¹Uncle Acid left them for Defiance. Dog shit left to join Crime Devils. ²Centura ¹Zed/Centura renamed to Gemini and joined Pleasure. Kickman took over the contacts of Bloody/Bronx cause he is in the military. ²Crime Devils ¹Infinity/ex.2000AD joined. Dog shit joined from Byte Busters. Karma left Renegade to join them as a swapper and graphician. They got a new board in Sweden, named 'Trench' with the number +46-8-273046. Infinity is the sysop. Synthax joined. ²D-Tect ¹RCF left D-Tect with his BBS Traders Heaven. He joined Elevation and his BBS is now Elevation`s German HQ ! ²Damage ¹Damage decided to rename to Chaos. ²Damian ¹Lefty and Cruncher left. Doom joined. ²Deadline ¹Bad Karma/ex.Interactive joined. ²Defiance ¹They have started a new pack-serie called 'Candy Bac'. Virus left. Uncle Acid changed his handle to Aron. ²Desire ¹Rebel MC and Dark left Desire Germany to join Noxious. The German Division of Desire is dead. THC left with his board 'Mystical Places'. ²Disasters ¹They are dead! ²Doom ¹They released the UK-Charts. Plasma joined them. ²Dual Crew ¹Desto/Dual Crew starts modem-trading. Link left Dual Crew to join Scoopex. Dual Crew plans to release the Cracker Journal. Mattrax left the scene. The Message Box will perhaps be cancelled after the next issue. Agony was kicked out. Agony left and joined Laserdance. ²End Of Century 1999 ¹Toxic left the scene, but rejoined after some time. ²Essence ¹They are born. Powerswap joined. ²Exodus ¹They will release a Message Box soon. ²Grace ¹Sentinel joined. ²Intense ¹They will release 'Rave Mix II'. ²Interactive ¹Bad Karma left them to join Deadline. ²Laserdance ¹Nick/ex.Risk Inc. joined. Crionic joined. Agony/ex.Dual Crew joined them. Crionic has never been an Amnesia member. Crionic asked to join Supplex, but they refused. Laserdance got their first BBS called 'Syntax Terror', Sysop is Bodylove. They will release a Mag called 'Illumination' in the end of january. Braintrace Design (Coders of the 'Sonic Arranger') joined. Their next prod. will be released under Laser Dance. Blade Runner was kicked coz of inactivity. Scene Slide Show will be released soon. ²Legend ¹Legend will hold a party on the 23/24th january in the netherlands. Easy-E and Cap were kicked. The swedish division left to join Elevation. ²Lunatics ¹TGR and Woody joined. They got a new BBS in Australia called 'Heaven'. Sysops are St.Peter and Genoicide/Majic 12. They will release a game soon and plan to release a BBS-Chart. The UK division is dead. ²LSD ¹Destiny was kicked. ²Mexx ¹Devil left TDD to join Mexx. Proton joined. ²Paradise ¹Stearo joined. Killraven left for The Special Brothers. ²Paragon ¹They stopped to produce their mag 'Free'n'Easy'. ²Pirate Circle ¹The Co-Sysop of the Black Monks' WHQ left the scene. Rumours say they are dead. ²Profecy ¹Mery left. ²Pleasure ¹Fashion Design is now the Main Editor of the Mag 'Big Business'. Zed/ex.Century joined and changed to Gemini. ²Rebels ¹Best Rebels-Members left and founded 'Movement'. ²Sanity ¹16-Beat did not join Sanity! Tron/Ex-Anarchy joined! Bit Arts left for Complex! ²Savage ¹Cruncher left to join The Dark Demon. ²Shining ¹Daryl/Shining was kicked and is now independent. ²Scoopex ¹Jaby left Scoopex to join Absolute. Salvatore (Ex-Alpha Flight) joined. Link joined from Dual Crew. The UK division is dead. Shade/ex.Alcatraz joined. Sigma left Analog to join Scoopex. ²Slipstream ¹The SF division is dead. ²Skid Row ¹The 'World Trade Center' will be online again, but not by Shut Berlin. Kimble was kicked out of Interpol and joined Skid Row. His 3 node BBS called Dope is now Skid Row Ehq. Kimble was only allowed to join Skid Row after promising to support Skid Row with PBXs. ²Submission ¹Ziptronix left Submission to join the new formed Cracker-Group called Elevation. The Irish section of SUBMiSSiON is planing to hold a party in Irland on the last week-end of February. Dark Domain is a new SUBMiSSiON-USHQ running 2 nodes and Ami Express 3.0 beta. Striker left Anarchy to join SUBMiSSiON, but after a while he left to join Legend. Techno One of SUBMiSSiON left the Scene. Camelot left The Silents to join SUBMiSSiON with his BBS called Chaos. Chaos is now a SUBMiSSiON Dutch HQ. The 3rd issue Scene Talk will be released soon. EL CATIVO of SUBMiSSiON will soon start a new pack serie which will be called: SCUM BAG. The SUBMiSSiON Irish HQ called Forbidden Planet has opened a second node. ²The Dark Demon ¹Cruncher joined from Savage. Devil left for Mexx. ²TEK ¹Red Knight starts mailtrading on PC. The rumours about a Trackmo from TEK are a fake! Mac is the best european drinker (Bad-Magazine)! ²TSB ¹Killraven/ex.Paradise joined. ²Vicious ¹Vicious plans to release a Diskmag called 'Megazin'. It will be released at the Legend Parety in Holland. Insame of Origin joined and renamed to Fila. Vulcan changed his handle into Cloud 9. Duke, Macron, Virus, Phrynne and Junebug were kicked for inactivity. Elessar was forced to leave and joined Centura. ²Wildfire ¹Wildfire are not dead! Racker didn't leave the scene but he won't release more Wildfire-Packs. Crusader-X was kicked out. They will release a co-op demo with Absolute and a musicdisk soon. ²X-Trade ¹Slam joined from Acrid. Duffy joined from Quartz. ¥end.Å Interview with Jester/Sanity ®² Ð I n t e r v i e w w i t h Å Ð J e s t e r / S a n i t y Å ¹ß ¢ by Ace of Damian Å å²Ace: First of all, please tell the readers something about yourself! ¹Jester: Hi there, my real name's Volker and I work as a musician (so they say) in Sanity. I am averagely proportioned, wear a fashionable pair of specs and have my dark brown hair parted on the left. Some months ago I entered "twendom" and in less than a year I'll study English law. ²Ace: What do you like to do in your free time, beside creating songs on Amiga? ¹Jester: Music is my one big hobby, really. Sometimes I put pen to paper to write a song (score and words) for vocals which is then arranged on my collection of synths. Afterwards I get a friend of mine to sing over the top of it. We use a large range of technical gadgets to get out a professional sound, so an incredibly high amount of work goes into these pieces. We'll probably release a demo-tape soon, so make sure you'll get a copy of this strictly limited edition. Moreover I enjoy meeting my girlfriend or other pals of mine for chats etc - it's good fun to go out to a posh restaurant or to a theatre/cinema together with friends. I don't really like discos and parties where everyone gets terribly boozed - to me that's just vulgar. Little cafes have far more style and usually the people are a bit brighter than in ordinary pubs or discos. Unfortunately, I'm in the social service right now (it's an option in Germany if you don't want to join the army) which means that there's also unpleasant work to do. Luckily, it's less time-demanding than school AND I even get paid for it quite well so I can actually live with that. Other things I like doing include journeys to foreign countries, writing letters with pen-pals as well as meeting and looking at people. ²Ace: You are well-known as a very good musician. When did you make your first tune? ¹Jester: Uh, that must have been back in 1988. For some strange reason I got the idea that I wanted to create music even though I didn't have the slightest clue about it. As a result of that I made my first song with Sonix. It had NO harmonies, NO structure, NO key BUT a large amount of wrong notes. Lucky me - it has never been released. I messed around for a while and finally got out the first satisfying result of my efforts entitled "R.O.M.", which was an abbreviation of "Realm Of Morpheus". I think it can be found in Treacl's infamous "Tera Demo". Then, one and a half year later (spring'91) I had my breakthrough with my eponymous module "Elysium" for the demo with the same name. ²Ace: What kind of music do you privately like to listen to? ¹Jester: Oh, I enjoy a large variety of music, as for example, The Pet Shop Boys, The Smiths/Morrissey, New Order, Erasure, Banderas, Communards, Frankie goes to Hollywood/Holly Johnson, Alphaville, Abba, Dead Or Alive, Electronic, Claude Debussy, Edvard Grieg, Peter I. Tchaikowsky and most of the early 80's pop and late 70's disco stuff. ²Ace: Have you ever made TEKKNO on the Amiga? ¹Jester: Heavens, NO! I have experimented with sounds once in a while but I have never done actual techno. Only recently I put together a weird dance-track but there's far more variation in my piece than in all those bleeding techno-tracks. You should be able to judge yourself about my interpretation of modern dance music on the "Party II" in Aars because it'll probably be released there in a demo by Anarchy Denmark. ²Ace: What do you think about TEKKNO and the number of TEKKNO-demos, -intros and -musicdisks that have been released the last few months? ¹Jester: Let me answer with another question. Why do you think people make demos like that? Correct! Because they can't do any better and because it's so damn easy to put together such steaming piles of shit. Sample of few sequences from famous Techno CDs (preferably "James Brown Is Dead"), give every sample about 10 boosts with Protracker, increase the volume of the samples so the waveforms reach out of the display window and then glue it all together on two patterns that you repeat until anyone will drop DEAF! Get yourself a guy who has just learned how to use Seka and make him cause flashes and circles to pop up on your screen in time with the beat and VOILA! - there's your techno demo. If all these demos were properly done with a decent design and INNOVATIVE but extremely agressive music I'd definately like them but if a few dilletants try to copy someone else's ideas in a more than sad way than that's not very entertaining. Silentsexample of a well done techno-demo (on video, ok, but the ideas are what counts in the end). Finally, you have to agree that a techno-musicdisk is a contradiction in itself. Who would sit down in his room to actually LISTEN to techno?! ²Ace: Have you ever made chiptunes? ¹Jester: Yes, but only for a laugh. The tune's called "Chipmunks" and it contained 4 wonderfully noisy, peeping patterns, filled in only 15 minutes. Actually, I hate this sort of computer music and for the fact that there are a lot of people who can do better chip-pieces than I can I'll stick to the real thing. The only tracks I favour in that genre have been composed on the good old C64 by living legends like Rob Hubbard or Martin Galway. They're just too good. ²Ace: What do you think is your best tune, when did you make it and how long did it take? ¹Jester: To be honest, I can't tell you. I used to think it was "Wizardry" which was composed over a period of three months because every time I listened to it I found something to add or to change until finally it seemed alright to me. But when I listen to it nowadays I'm not so fond of it anymore because I have progressed a lot in the year since I wrote it. Another thing that has to do with the estimation of my own songs is the mood I'm in when listening to them. Due to this fact there's a variety of my musics that I like best. Among them are "Taste of your tears" (unreleased), "Optimum Fuckup" (for the demo with the same name - it astounded me that the critiques were so negative), "The Molecule's Revenge" (unreleased) and perhaps "My Glamorous Life" (released on the "Jesterday" musicdisk). After all, you can't name this list "official" because my likings might change from one day to another. ²Ace: What kind of style do you like best, and whose (musicians') work do you like or respect the most? ¹Jester: I love musics with a nice groove and a proper melody. These features can be found in a number of styles like disco, rock, pop, jazz or whatever, so there's no particular genre that I'd proclaim to be the best. Still I'm very much into disco-stuff because of the brasses and the kicking drums. So, in order to please me a piece of music has got to have some funny and original ideas in it and a worthy overall presentation to it. Amiga musicians who manage to give me a good time are Mantronix/Tip/Firefox ("Overload" and "Enigma" are DEAD good), Moby ("Knulla Kuk" is a classic), Romeo Knight ("Cream Of The Earth" is still one of the best!), Bruno ("Stor Och Liten" is originality in itself), 4-Mat (great melodies in "Phantasmagoria" and still going strong), Nightlight ("Chant" will stay on my mind forever). The most promising newcomer is to my mind Lizardking. I'm sure he has a bright future. I scorn music that is either ridiculously happy or incredibly boring (without a melody for ages, typical diskmag crap!). ²Ace: Have you ever made musics for a game or thought about working for a software-company? ¹Jester: Yet, I've not been involved in the game industry but I've worked with a programmer on a game. Sadly, he sold his computer when he joined the army and so the project was cancelled. There have been offers from several firms but I did not agree to work with them because their conditions were too bad or because I did not like the project itself. Now I'm in contact with a few coders who have asked me about a soundtrack for their games so we'll see how it all works out. Furthermore have just become a member of a label for commercial Amiga musics. So, if you need a good music for a production then feel free to contact me: DENS Design Germany Volker Tripp In Der Ziegelheide 15 4290 Bocholt Germany Int. Code: +49-2871-14692 ²Ace: How long does it normally take for you to create a tune? ¹Jester: That depends very much on the tune itself and on my grade of motivation. Averagely, it takes me about an afternoon or an evening for the rough structure and then about two more afternoons for correcting the details and eventually changing bits in the score. ²Ace: How often do you make music? ¹Jester: Not often enough! My time is very limited, you know, so if there is a free afternoon/evening I'll mostly spend it in front of my machine. Sometimes this happens twice a week but sometimes it only happens twice a month. I wish I could do it regularly for it's such a good feeling to have a creative outlet. ²Ace: What hardware do you use (computer,keyboards,...)? ¹Jester: An ordinary A500 with 1 meg plus an external drive and a DeLuxe Sound sampler. I've also got a MIDI interface to create music with a Roland D10 and a Yamaha TG33. Sometimes I borrow synths from friends so I've got a larger variety of sounds (Korg, Ensoniq, Akai machines). For the making of my music for vocals I also use a Fostex 4 track recorder, a Boss compressor/limiter, a Yamaha effects processor, a microphone (of course!) and a Technics DAT. ²Ace: How long do you know Diddle who lives in your town? ¹Jester: I think I've known him since 1987 because at the time he got all his games from me (hehe!). Then we both lost interest in playing games and we focused on the demo scene. It was much more exciting because suddenly there was a way of creating something yourself and also showing it to other people. We went through a number of groups together until we ended up being members of Sanity. Nowadays we organize things in our team and are what is usually known as the HQ of a group. ²Ace: How did it start with Sanity, have you been one of the first members or did you join a few days later? ¹Jester: When I joined in at the beginning 1991 Sanity was a rather big group and they had only released one proper demo called "Dee Groove" by Panther. He and Chaos asked me to do the music for their next project which was the "Elysium" demo that made Sanity famous. I have no idea when Sanity was originally founded but who cares, anyway. As most of you will remember Sanity died and some members (including me) went to Rebels. Soon after that some of the old staff decided to resurrect our old group and so Sanity was refounded. The only "old" members were Chaos, Diddle, Cruiser, Mr.Pet and me. So, there are not many "oldtimers" left now. ²Ace: If the Amiga dies, are you going to buy a new or another system? ¹Jester: I cannot say, actually. Perhaps I'd quit computer music completely and do "real" music only then. If there are extremely good hardware features about a new machine I might buy it but I've never really thought about that. ²Ace: What do you think about the new Amiga-series? ¹Jester: I've got no idea about it! ²Ace: Ok,thank you for the interview. Do you have some last greetings or messages? ¹Jester: First of all, thanks for such a nice interview - it was fun to answer your questions! Just a few quick notes to some friends: Steve: Hoip, mate! Had another stunning time in England. Great food, really. Thanks again for the gorgeous pressy and for hours of fun (?!). My best wishes to Paul, Bob, Andy, Ron, Erroll and of course to the family. Keep those graphical bits coming since they manage to brighten up my day. Alex: Salut, mon copain. Thanks for your last sending including the incredible "Matis". And please don't forget my request about drawing by hand. Bastian: Nun bist Du ja auch endlich dabei! Schick doch mal ein paar neue Routinen. Jochen und Joerg: Was trinken Behinderte am liebsten? PULLE AAAAAAAASEE! Filippo: Ciao, ragazzo. Claudia Schiffer is just plain stupid, man! Peter and Sergio: Eeek! The kings of coitus interruptus ... and now perhaps even the kings of cunnilingus?!?! Lucky you! ?Steve/D&R/FLT - Interview ®¹¤ß ¿ I n t e r v i e w w i t h Å ¿S t e v e / D & R / F L T Å Å ¹ ³TJ: First, introduce yourself a little bit! (Age, Handle and Group, yar carrier, ........ ¹Steve: AGE:17,HANDLE:STE\/E/D&R, DIAMONDS AND RUST / FAIRLIGHT , (CARRIER?) STARTED WITH AN 128D IN THE YEAR 1987 in 1989 I BOUGHT AND AMIGA 500 AND STARTED TO GET DISKS & DISKS & DISKS.. IN JULY 1991 i GOT my first HST 14.4 and was happy.. the got my phonebill (20000 SCHILLING FOR 2 MONTH) JA THEN STOPPED FOR HALF AN YEAR IN FEB`92 I STARTED MY BBS (THE PLEASURE DOME) THEN JOINED LEPROSY.. (JAJAJJAJJA I KNOW), WELL IN SUMMER 1992 I JOINED D&R ³TJ: What type of modem do you own and which BBS? ¹Steve: HST 14.4 (2*) DUAL 16.8 , BBS : THE PLEASURE DOME ³TJ: On witch boards you are on and what are your favourites? ¹Steve: EVERY BBS IN AUSTRIA , ABOUT 40 BBS`s IN GERMANY, FLASHBACK IN SWEDEN.... IN THE STAATES ON: MIRAGE, ONE NIGHTER; DARK TOWER, BOILER ROOM... FAVORITES: MIRAGE, IN GERMANY: FUCK SHOP, MAY DAY, EUROPES HEART ³TJ: What type(s) of Computer do ya own and what equipment? ¹Steve: NA AMIGA 500(2 MB 105MB HD), AMIGA 2500 (+gvp 68030,670 MB HD) AMIGA 2500 (+80 MB FILECARD,ASDG CARD AND SHARP JX-300 SCANNER) ³TJ: What`s your motto? ¹Steve: NOTHING JUST HAVE FUN ³TJ: Do ya like watching stunnin` demos/md/dentros, ...? Why? ¹Steve: ONLY GOOD MEGA DEMOS THE REST IS BULLSHIT ³TJ: So, let`s come to another point of view. What do ya do when ya aren`t sitting in front of yar machine? ¹Steve: MASTURBATING? WELL TRADING, PLAYING, CHATING WITH USERS IN MY BBS.. ³TJ: What are yar favourite alcoholic (?) drinks? ¹Steve: EVERYTHING ³TJ: What about yar best-ever-seen movies? ¹Steve: NIGHT ON EARTH,FULL METAL JACKET...... ³TJ: Could ya tell the readers what type of music ya prefer? ¹Steve: NA KLAR: ALL KINDS OF PUNK LIKE: SEX PISTOLS, HUSKER DU,DEAD KENNEDYS AND THE GOOD RAP LIKE ICE-T, PUBLIC ENEMY, 2 LIVE CREW ³TJ: With whom would ya like to dinner today, if ya can choose any people? (...and why? ......hmmmmm!) ¹Steve: dunno i don`t eat ehehe well with no femals coz i got a girlfriend. males: maybe albert einstein or well i want to meet sean connery ³TJ: What do ya think about the scene today and it`s changes in the future? ¹Steve: SCENE IS LAME COZ AMIGA IS GOIN TO DIE .. COZ U ASSHOLES DON`T BUY ORIGININALS I BUY ABOUT 3-4 ORIGS PER MONTH .. WELL IN FUTURE THERE WILL BE MORE CONSOLE STUFF BUT THIZ WILL DIE TOO COZ IT`S EASY FOR THE PROGRAMMERS TO PUT IN a SECURITY CHIP TO PROVIDE COPYING.. WELL ³TJ: What do ya think about the low-cost PC`s? ¹Steve: FUCK IBM ³TJ: Would ya like to send ELITE-GREEZ to sum guys? ¹Steve: WELL JUST TO EVERYONE WHO CALLS MY BBS.. SPEIAL GREET`S TO ZIG ZIG THE MIDWIFE ,[VALIUM],ETRON & JOKER...... ß ¥end.Å DR.W.O./Kefrens - Interview ®¹¤ß Ç I n t e r v i e w w i t h Å Ç R . W . O . / K e f r e n s Å Å ¹ å³ACE: Hello R.W.O.!! First of all please tell us something about you! ¹R.W.O.: Well, my real name is Rene' Wester Olsen. I'm 18 years old, and live in Denmark in a town called Haslev. Besides myself, S.L.L, Laxity, Mellica, Razmo and Vention also live here. ³ACE: Now please tell us your career on Amiga, when and how did it start, in what Groups have you been,... ¹R.W.O.: My 'career' began back in 1989, when I changed my C-64 with my Amiga 500. I sold my C-64, coz I was no longer interested in playing silly games. As S.L.L and I are nearly brothers (REALLY!!), and he was in the scene, it was no bigger problem for me to enter the scene. I have always loved to draw on paper, and when I saw the pictures in 'Defender of the Crown' by Sachs, I felt in love with the Amiga. I got Dpaint II and tried my 'talent'(?) on a computer. Hmmm.... I discovered very fast, that drawing on a computer was really not the same, as drawing on paper. I drew some gfx for Bamiga Sector One, and after improving for some time, I joined Kefrens together with S.L.L. ³ACE: What does the name "R.W.O." stand for, is it just 3 letters or has it any meaning? ¹R.W.O.: The letters R.W.O. simply stands for me. My real name is (R)ene' (W)ester (O)lsen. ³ACE: What do you like to do in your free-time beside pixeling? ¹R.W.O.: First of all, I work about 9-10 hours a day. When I'm not working, drawing or visiting my friends, I do a lots of sports, like badminton, body-building, aerobics, swimming and football. ³ACE: How much time do you normally spend in front of your screen a day? ¹R.W.O.: Huh... hard to say... Sometimes (mostly weekends) I spend 3-4 hours, and some days I don't even turn my computer on! ³ACE: How long does it take for you to create a picture ? ¹R.W.O.: It depends on the size, no. of colors and the motive. A normal fullscreen picture in lo-res (64 cols.), takes me 3-5 days to create. A detailed one takes more time and patience, than a picture with a background in 1-2 colors, ofcoz. ³ACE: Where do you get the pictures from? ¹R.W.O.: I get the motives from different books and posters. It's very seldom one of my pictures looks exactly the same as in the book/poster. Mostly I just copy some parts of a picture, and then I create some parts myself. Anyway, ofcourse I also create my very own pictures, with no copied parts at all. Everytime I have to draw a picture, I draw a little 'quick-drawn' sketch on a piece of paper, and then I just go for it! ³ACE: What images do you prefer? (Logos,Pictures,..) What images do you hate to draw? ¹R.W.O.: I prefer drawing pictures. I think it's a far bigger challenge drawing a picture, than drawing something like charsets and 'bobballs'. Logos can be a challenge too, when they are either big, or some kind of combined with a little drawing, which makes it a picture. My worst NIGHTMARE (hi Razmo) is really drawing charsets. Every time I am forced to draw one, I almost sleep with my head on the keyboard! (ehh.. almost!!!) ³ACE: When did you make your first Picture/Logo and has it ever been released? ¹R.W.O.: He, he... The first 'thing' I drew on a computer, was a huge logo drawn for Bamiga Sector One long time ago. I don't know if I still got it on one of my gfx-disks, but I certainly hope it has NEVER been released. I know for sure, that I still have a copy of my very first picture ever on a computer. Yakk!!! ³ACE: How long are you still going to do Grafix for the scene? ¹R.W.O.: I dunno, really!!! I have no plans to stop drawing for the scene. Not even that I'm working on the gfx for 2 games! It's very funny being in the scene, so you wouldn't get a rid of me for a while. ³ACE: Did you ever make Grafix for a game or do you have plans to do it? ¹R.W.O.: I've never made graphics for any released games, but as I wrote before, I'm working on it. ³ACE: Did you get any offers from software companies to work for them yet? ¹R.W.O.: I've got a few ones, but the contracts were really lousy! Anyway, at the moment I'm working on a deal with a well-known American software company, but I wouldn't reveal anything here, coz nothing is 100% for sure yet! ³ACE: What do you think about the new Amiga-Models? ¹R.W.O.: New stars are still popping up from the unknown, and that's good. ³ACE: Last Question today : What plans do you have for 1993 ? ¹R.W.O.: Well, beside the game-graphics, I'm also working on the graphics for a new power-trackmo. Anyway, I've also considered drawing some diskmag-covers etc. if some nice offers shows up. I attend to take one day at a time, and see whats coming up.... ³ACE: Ok,thank you for the interview! Do you have some last words, greetings or messages? ¹R.W.O.: Yep, sure I have. Golden handshakes to all my friends around the globe. Watch out for 'D.A.N.E.'!!! Hey Turbo/Bronx, din store GUBBA-LUBS!!! Didn't your mom told you to behave??? A shame, really!! Either Mtx/Tip or me, are interested in fucking with you, but maybe your mom could help you??? Hansemand Luchter bruger ikke gummist0vler!! ß ¥end.Å 6Destroyer/TDD - Interview ®¹¤ ÷ I n t e r v i e w w i t h Å ÷ D e s t r o y e r / T D D Å Å ¹ å²TJ: First, introduce yourself a little bit! (Age, Handle and Group, yar carrier, ........ ¹Destroyer: Yobba! My real name is Nicolai Barbat and I`m 17 now. I live near Wuppertal, United Germany, at the moment but I was born in Schalke. My handle is Destroyer and I`m editor and swapper of The Dark Demon Germany. Look out for our diskmag Midnite Mess 2 coming soon! First I were in a small crew which was called Heavysoft. But we never released anything so the group was wiped out. As everybody else in the first time of having a new computer I played and played and played. In June `92 the cops came, but I only had legal stuff then - let`s see! ²TJ: Aha, let`s see. Do ya own a modem? ¹Destroyer: No, do I have to? I do not like the modem scene ... there`s less friendship and it`s too expansive! ²TJ: Do ya like watching stunnin` demos/md/dentros, ...? ¹Destroyer: Yeah, of course! That`s the best stuff on the Amiga. ²TJ: So, let`s come to another point of view. What do ya do when ya aren`t sitting in front of yar machine? ¹Destroyer: Well, I play volleyball in a team and then, on the other side I like to make music with sum guys. Going to pubs with friends is fun, too! And I`m working for our stunning school-magazine. ²TJ: What are yar favourite alcoholic (?) drinks? ¹Destroyer: Ha! Alc is cool! Try Dom-Koelsch (hey you sucking men from Duesseldorf!). Does anybody knows cow-milk? Hmm, that tastes great (harhar!) ... ²TJ: What about yar best-ever-seen movies? ¹Destroyer: Coz I`m interested in the USA I like the Movie "North and South" from John Jakes and "Dancing with the wolf". I hate movies and books from Stephen King, coz they are totally unrealistically. And just don`t forget: kick Batman! ²TJ: With whom would ya like to dinner today, if ya can choose any people? (...and why?) ¹Destroyer: Saddam Hussein ... just to shoot him down! No, just a little joke. I would really like to meet the bandleader of the Dire Straits, Mark Knopfler, coz their music is the best ever! And I would like to talk to Manni Kleimann (who knows him?), coz I like him as a character. ²TJ: What do ya think about the scene today and it`s changes in the future? ¹Destroyer: The scene is a little bit confusing at the moment, coz every new group wants to get to the top by making a pack or a disk-mag. The innovative persons and groups (Silents, Alcatraz, Majic 12 ...) are missing or releasing not much stuff. The way to solve this problem would be if the coders would sit down and work hard on a new intro / dentro / trackmo or something else instead of programming a packmenu. Besides the quality of real disk-mags is low. Just take a look at these many ones which are totally shit coz in everyone the same text-types, the same news are printed (TDD tries to go another way by writing articles about other subjects). The future seems to be black if nothing changes. Fortunately the elite guys are keeping up with the Amiga - it is the future - only losers are buying a lame PC. That`s my subjective opinion ... ²TJ: What do ya think about the low-cost PC`s? ¹Destroyer: As I`ve told above I hate PCs. The scene on these machines is dead or still not born (?). ²TJ: If IBM sucks, how will be the name (in yar opinion) of PC`s? "XXX (indi.) and Compatible" or what? ¹Destroyer: IBM won`t suck, coz it is the only great PC-maker and by the way ... it isn`t allowed to die ... IBM is Western standard and all Japanese computers are to fuck the hell!!! ²TJ: Would ya like to send ELITE-GREEZ to sum guys? ¹Destroyer: Yea, o` course. Some personal hellos are flying out to (no order): all members of The Dark Demon, Deadline (Tatu), Cocoon Dezign (Death Lord), Drifters (Exterminator), Principes (Mic), Curacy (Antex), SILICON (STRANGER - please write me, I`ve lost your addy!), Acrid (Mendrik, Sir), Scorpio (Array), Crime Devils (Karma), Quadriga (Khul), Tech (Tronix, Fizban), Iris (Epic), Grace (Virus), Backdraft (Tiger), Supernova (Sledge), Bronx (Bloody), Motion, Lunatics, Zenith, Interactive, Armaggeddon, Arise, Arsen Lupen ... and all my pals around the GLOBE! ²TJ: What about giving yar contact addy here in? ¹Destroyer: Write to me and you will see that friendship rules ... fuck the hools! Write to me for swapping all kind of LEGAL stuff you can think of: Nicolai Barbat, Destroyer / The Dark Demon, Weberstrasse 5, W-5608 Radevormwald, United Germany. Or call me: +49 / (0) 2191 / 668373 ... P.S.: Everybody will get an answer! AUSSER RECHTE SCHEINE! _ _ _ Bye, Destroyer of | |> |> ß ¥end.Å Interview with Zinkfloid ®³ Z I N K F L O I D I n t e r v i e w å¹ ² TJ: First, introduce yourself a little bit! (Age, Handle and Group, yar carrier, ........¹ Yoohoo, my handle is Zinkfloid, member of GRACE INTERNATIONAL, I am 19 years of age, I am the Main Editor of the glorious SUICID Mag, as well as a highly inspired musician. And I am momentary the Co- WHQ of Grace! ² TJ: What type(s) of Computer do ya own and what equipment?¹ Nice and naughty A 500, TV and Stereo Equipement to gain a cool sound, expansion, sexy mouse with sexy mouse pad, some disx.... ² TJ: What`s your motto?¹ Enjoy your life every day! ² TJ: Do ya like watching stunnin` demos/md/dentros, ...? Why?¹ Because some of them have a nice music and some new effects ² TJ: So, let`s come to another point of view. What do ya do when ya aren`t sitting in front of yar machine?¹ Playing guitar and drums, skiing, snowboarding, boozing, girl(s), go out with my friends, pardeys(all kinds), books, music, football, watch Negative/ENERGY when he is coding something(always funny!) ² TJ: What are yar favourite alcoholic (?) drinks?¹ Beer, red Vodka, Whiskey orange-juice, mineral water in the morning (against hangovers) cocoa, sometimes cola and milk. ² TJ: What about yar best-ever-seen movies?¹ Long time ago in America, The Wall (Pink Floyd), Stop making sense (Talking (Heads), Deep Throat ² TJ: Could ya tell the readers what type of music ya prefer?¹ All kind of Blues!!!!!! Then Funk, Soul, Reaggae, and Rock, a bit Metal sometimes! Dire Straits, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin are cool too! I hate Techno, Hip Hop, Rave, Poggo, Hardcore(I like only Pornos!!). ² TJ: With whom would ya like to dinner today, if ya can choose any people? (...and why? ...hmmmmm!)¹ Nightshade/CRUSADERS because he is the best musician me, because I am so sexy and attractive,hahahaha Dr. Grell/GRACE because he is very funny. ² TJ: What do ya think about the scene today and it`s changes in the future?¹ Especially the scene in Austria is getting better(exept lamers who destroy this developement like Reebok/S!P) international there aren`t any good releases some cool disk mags. I think most guys leave to modem scene! ² TJ: What do ya think about the low-cost PC`s?¹ No money and ambiation for PC, sorry! But ask Greili/ENERGY, hehehe. ² TJ: If IBM sucks, how will be the name (in yar opinion) of PC`s? "XXX (indi.) and Compatible" or what?¹ electrical litter box ² TJ: Would ya like to send ELITE-GREEZ to sum guys?¹ To all Grace and Energy members worldwide,and to following groups: Scoopex, TRSI, Lunatics, Damian, Cult, Anarchy, Analog, Absolute, Rebels, Alcatraz, Subway, Supplex, Polaris, Eclipse, Byte Busters, and to all my friends worldwide! Especially to all musicians and Main.- Ed., ² TJ: What about giving yar contact addy here in?¹ Musicians and Main.Ed. should contact me under : Zinkfloid/GRACE Stefan-Jaeger Str. 12 A-8605 Kapfenberg AUSTRIA ²Thanx for this interview!! (If you wanna be interviewed too then get in touch with³The Jungle.²Address everywhere in this mag! Ed.) Interview with Ice MC ®² I C E M C I n t e r v i e w å¹ ³TJ: First, introduce yourself a little bit! (Age, Handle and Group, yar carrier, ........¹ MY NAME IS ICE MC-I AM A MEMBER OF ENERGY-FIRST TIME I WAS A TRADER AND NOW I AM THE SYSOP OF UNLIMITED SUCCESS ³TJ: Aha, let`s see. Do ya own a modem? And when yes, what type? Do ya own a bbs?¹ I OWN A USR-HST & SUPRA 9600 AND HAVE THE BBS UNLIMITED SUCCESS ³TJ: On witch boards you are on and what are your favourites?¹ NO-RESEPECT-FIRE & ICE-PLEASURE DOME-HIGH ENERGY-LOW SPARK-SAUSAGE FACTORY METAL CHURCH-AND THERE IS NO FAVORIT BBS BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL COOL GYS ³TJ: Do ya like watching stunnin` demos/md/dentros, ...?¹ YES ³TJ: So, let`s come to another point of view. What do ya do when ya aren`t sitting in front of yar machine?¹ I AM DRIVING ENDURO - SPORT - GOING DISCO ³TJ: What are yar favourite alcoholic (?) drinks?¹ NO ALCOHOLIC DRINKS!!!!!!!!!!!! ³TJ: What about yar best-ever-seen movies?¹ TERMINATOR II BECAUSE OF THE COOL ARNOLD AND THE COOOOOOL ANIMATIONS AND SPECIAL EFFECTS ³TJ: With whom would ya like to dinner today, if ya can choose any people? 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(Sizes are 39 * 23 and/or 78 * 23) Send all this to: MR.KING OF ANALOG Joerg Goedden Postfach 3143 4240 Emmerich/Elten Germany | | | | |\__ |\_/| |\_ | _ When the Repair-Man Comes ®¹ ¿ W h e n t h e Å ¿ R e p a i r - M a n C o m e s Å°¹ ß Ð by Zorc/Orgasm Å åSleepily, she walked to answer the door. "Dishwasher Repair Man" said the voice on the other side of the door. She looked through the peep hole and saw a good-looking man in his mid-30's. He smiled through the peep hole. God it's early, she thought as she unlocked the door to let him in. She had thrown a robe over her nude body. She hadn't even had coffee. "Come in," she said. "Do you know what time it is?" "Nine a.m." he said as his eyes moved to her long legs. Although she was barefoot, she was a good three or four inches taller than the repair man. "Would you like a cup of coffee" she asked. "Not right now -- maybe later." She directed him to the dishwasher, poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table across from him. As the man worked she noticed his small ass and broad shoulders. While he wasn't extremely tall, he was well proportioned. She thought about how she had awakened her lover Bob the night before and how he had eaten her for hours. How she loved to have her pussy sucked. Just thinking about it made her begin to get wet between her thighs. She wondered if the repair man could tell what was happening to her... wondered if he could smell her animal odor as she became aroused. The dishwasher repair man was sitting on the floor working on the broken appliance but couldn't help notice her long tanned legs. She had crossed her legs and her robe had parted up to her thigh. She knew what he was thinking. Their eyes didn't meet but she knew what was going to happen. She decided to sit Indian-style. Pushing the robe between her legs, she watched as the repair man tried to continue repairing the dishwasher. The thought of an early morning fuck was always a turn-on for her. The thought of fucking a complete stranger excited her even more. So she let the robe ride up on her legs. "Can I take you up on that cup of coffee now?" the repair man asked. "Certainly," she said, rising out of the seat she letting her robe climb even higher towards her waist. As she walked close to him he could smell her musky female odor. She saw the bulge in his pants. He's getting hard, she thought. She poured the coffee and bent down to give it to him knowing her robe would part and he'd have a lovely view of her breasts. "Thank you," he said smiling and looking at her breasts. She smiled back and said, "Oh I'm sure it'll be worth it." He put the coffee down on the floor and pulled her towards him -- his hands grasping her ass cheeks under the robe. He kissed her lips..kissed her neck..kissed her ears. He lifted the robe and slowly touched her wetness. He moved down to kiss her breasts. Opened her robe and let it fall off her shoulders. Moved his face further down passed her stomach to her cunt. "Oh," she whispered, spreading her legs so he could taste more. They moved to the kitchen table. She still had her robe on but it was hiked above her waist and her tits were hanging out. The repair man was massaging them as he continued to eat her. "Oh, that feels so good!" she said as she reached for the front of his pants. She unbuttoned them, pulled them down and started slowly pulling his cock up and down. "Stick it in me. Fuck me now," she said. The repair man obliged. He had a thick cock -- thicker than her lover's and about the same size. But since the repair man was shorter than Bob, his cock looked bigger in proportion to the rest of his body. "Oh you're big, aren't you," she said as he inserted his cock into her juicy cunt. She had spread her legs wide on the kitchen table to accomodate his cock and now he was slowly moving in and out of her hot twat in a circular motion. "Oh god, that feels so good," she said. "And so do you," he whispered. She reached down to her clit and rubbed it as the repair man started moving faster. "I'm close," she said. And then, "Now, I'm coming! Oh, I'm still coming! More!" The repair man was starting to breathe harder and she knew he was getting close. "Make me come again!" she yelled as her body moved with the same circular motion the repair man had been using. "Now!" he yelled. The repair man started licking her tits. She was still ready for more fucking. She grabbed the repair man's limp cock and started sucking it. It didn't take long and he was hard again. She continued sucking and soon the repair man said, "I'm gonna come. Take it all now." She started making circular motions with the guy's cock in her mouth and he yelled, "Here we go!" She took it all, smiled at him. He moved over to the kitchen sink and found a paper towel. He cleaned himself off and zippered his pants. She felt wonderful. "About the dishwasher..." He smiled back and said, "You just had a spoon caught in the rotor. Its fine now." She insisted on paying him the service charge -- $25 -- and as she wrote out the check he put his hand under her robe. "You've got to stop now," she said. He smiled and just keep rubbing her clit. Pretty soon, she started moaning and he brought her off again-- this time just with his hand. "I've got to go, but if you ever need me again, here's my number," he said ashe handed her a receipt for the check... ---------------------------------- Jon Leatherwood Internet: dor%oak.decnet@pine.circa.ufl.edu University of Florida Bitnet: oak::dor@ufpine 25-203 North Hall Gainesville, FL 32612-2501 - "If you can't be a Vegetarian... Eat a Vegetarian" ß ¥end.Å THE DORG ¤¹ß ¿ T h e D O R G Å ¹ß I think this is a new feature which no diskmag has. For the Sci-Fi and Fantasy fans out there, who are reading this Mag, I want to write a Story about a Dorg. In every Issue it will continue... Chapter 1 ²-Taliesin-¹ åFirst you surely want to know something about a Dorg. 'Who is it?', 'What is it?' and 'WHERE is it??'. A Dorg is not a boring human. Nor is it a wobbly monster. There are only a few Dorgs around here and it was not easy for me to find one! Dorgs live in giant oaks, so try to find a giant oak and you will possibly find some Dorgs. This Dorg was one of the Smuddlers, a very old Dorg-tribe, which had lived on their oak for time out of mind, and their dorgy neighbours considered them very respectable, not only because they were so old, but also because they were the dorgiest Dorgs in this deep forest. Read a story of how a Smuddler rebelled against family traditions and left to have an unforgettable adventure. ^You have to trie again, Smucky!^ Grimsby blamed him. How boring! You cannot imagine how boring Grimsby's 'learn how to behave' lessons are. At the moment Smucky tried to behave at a dinner. Grimsby explained once more how to use all the knifes, forks and spoons. The big knife and the big fork for broiled fruits. The middle knife and the middle fork for boiled fruits. The big spoon for small vegetable and the small spoon for dessert. HOW BORING! ^Once again, Smucky!^. He tried and failed. Just at the moment Grimsby began to repeat the story, Smucky's friend Sam entered the dining room. ^Hi Smucky, hello Grimsby.^, he said, smiling at them, ^Jag's father gave him a squirrel for birthday and we want to take a ride.^ You have to know, if squirrels are trained well, you are able to ride on their back. Like humans ride on horses. Smucky shot a glance up to Grimsby. ^Please?^ ^You know that your father will kill me?^ ^Oh Grim, please. We will be back in one hour ... promised!^ ^Well then ... Get lost!^ Smucky stood up and got his clothes on. Then he followed Sam to the squirrel-hole. Jag was already there and began to climb on the squirrel's back. ^How did you manage to escape Grimsby?^ he asked. ^Have you mixed a narcotic in his drink, or what?^ ^I hypnotized him and let him jump off the tree.^ ^Cool. Come on let's take a ride, fellows.^ And they did - Fun rulez! After some time they rest and took a bath in a creek. They ate some pears (Without any knife or fork) and Smucky decided to sleep a bit. Jag and Sam saddled the squirrel to enjoy another ride. ^It is very careless for a Dorg to sleep alone at the ground.^ A voice woke him up. Suddenly Smucky remembered the stories his grandma told him about Gorms, ugly creatures, crawling around in the forest in the hope of finding some unwise Dorgs. He opened his eyes and saw a giant shadow over him. >Good night!< he said to the world and waited for the end. ^Don't be frightened, Smucky!^ What was that. Why should an ugly Gorm know his name? ^It is me, Taliesin. Come into the light^ Taliesin! And really, when the shadow stepped back Smucky saw Taliesin's old furrowed face in the sun. ^Taliesin what are you doing here?^ ^I have to speak to you.^ To him? Nobody knew from where Taliesin comes and where he goes. He isn't a Dorg, he is from the race of the magicians and wandered through the world. From time to time he visited their oak to tell some news or to help. But he didn't spoke with him since he can remember. ^You hate the life in this forest, right?^ ^Well ... uh ... yeah!^ ^Then you are interested in having an adventure, right?^ Was he dreaming? That couldn't be true! ^I just have visited the land of the dwarfs. Once the dwarfs were a powerful race and they settled everywhere in their land. But there are only a few left. Their magic jewel was stolen and so they are destined to die.^ Every race has a magic jewel from where it gets his power. Without it, a mysterious disease befalls the people and in a few years they die out. That happened to the race of the fairies. ^You are the one to save them.^ ^But I am just a Dorg. I am not a hero, I can't fight against dragons or monsters! Taliesin, I am pleased you chosen me, but I cannot do that!^ ^Believe me, you are the right one. Take this amulet - it allows you to command every animal you want for one hour. But you have to be 20 metres next to it. The amulet will help you to get to the dwarfs.^ ^I don't know... ^ ^Don't go back to your oak. Leave now and go to Ozric, king of the dwarfs. Wish you luck on your mission, Smucky. I am not always allowed to help you.^ He turned and walked into the forest. ^Taliesin!^ But he was out of sight. Smucky took the amulet and looked at it. It was a golden creature half lion, half eagle, half fish. It gleamed blue and was a bit warm. He saw a white rabbit at the valley and walked towards it. ^Let me ride on your back!^ Smucky commanded. It looked up and hopped to him. He climbed up to his back. ^Go West!^ The rabbit began to hop into the deeper forest. ^Adventure, here I come!^ he yelled into the day leaving the valley and his friends behind ... ...to be continued FRIENDLY/DAMIAN ß ¥end.Å 3A Little Beach-Story ®¹ ¿ A L i t t l e Å ¿ B e a c h - S t o r y Å°¹ ß Ð by Zorc/Orgasm Å It was a beautiful sunny day in Gloryville. I remember the hot summer sun shining on the vast ocean which lay before me. I remember thinking that nothing could be more beautiful than the Gloryville town beach that day, but I was wrong. About midday, I saw her. I saw her walking along the beach with a light summer shawl around her waist. She was far away, but I could see the sun shining on her golden blonde hair as if she had a halo. As she walked down the beach towards me, she stopped for a moment to talk briefly with each person she passed. After what seemed like an eternity she reached the spot where I was tanning. I tried to pretend not to notice her arrival, but it didn't work. "Beautiful day," she said. "I sometimes wish every day was like this." The sound of her voice reminded me of a small bird I heard singing earlier in the day. The sun was still shining brilliantly behind her. I could barely make out her face through the glare. "Well, man does not live on bread alone," I said foolishly. Suddenly, she seemed very interested in what I had to say. I propped myself up onto my elbow and for the first time I saw her face. She was strikingly beautiful. She was the kind of girl that you had to look at twice to make sure you weren't seeing things. When she turned away for a moment, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. My eyes wondered down from her face to her small, but perfect breasts. It was as if they were speaking to me. "Hello. We are her breasts." I thought. Before I could finish my lustful gaze of her assets, she spoke to me again. "I,',ve run out of lotion Do you have any that I could borrow?" She asked politely. I fumbled through my things and came up with a half used bottle of sunblock. I held it out to her, but she simply turned around. "Would you mind rubbing some on my back? I feel a burn coming on," she said calmly. Actually, I did mind. I was suddenly very defensive. I was hoping to spend a nice quiet day alone. I said nothing. I began to massage the sunblock on her smooth white back. The smell of the sand and the surf had combined with her perfume and her hairspray. I was becoming more and more aroused by her. I began to think about the argument I had with my wife hours before. I just needed to get out of the house for a while. I came to the beach hoping to straighten things out in my head. I wasn't really sure what I felt about her. I began to wonder whether or not I had ever loved my wife. She changed somehow after our marriage, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was that was different. All I knew was that I had to get away for a while. I gently rubbed the sunblock on her side. As my hand rose up and down, I brushed against the side of her breasts. She shivered ever so slightly as I rubbed the cold sunblock on her bare skin. For a long time, we both laid in the blistering sun. Finally, she got up and said, "lets go swimming!" I looked at her lustfully and said, "no, I'd rather stay here." She mistook my lustful gaze as sadness and wrapped her arm around me. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked compassionately. "No!" I screamed. "Lets go swimming." We spent the next few minutes in the cold shallow water of the ocean. We had a fantastic time together. We splashed, laughed, and playfully teased each other. After we had worn each other out, we headed for the sand. As we walked back to our spot, I noticed her beautiful limbs. She had quite long legs. They were muscular, but just enough to make them firm and sexy. She was absolutely wonderful. A work of art. Suddenly, the weather began to change. The sun hid its face behind a cloud that resembled a python. I began to think about my wife again. We had some really good times together. As the sun lowered itself behind the water it began to get a bit cold. "Do you like to dance?" she asked excitedly. I hadn't danced a step in fifteen years. "Love it," I said. "Great. I know this excellent little club in town. Would you like to go?" She asked. She waited for a response, but it seemed she already knew my answer. I met her at the entrance to the club. She had changed into a sexy red dress. It flattered her petite figure. Tight around the waist, and stretched to accentuate her chest. I was really feeling guilty. I had hoped she hadn't seen me so I could just leave and forget about the whole day. "John! John!" She shouted. She saw me. The club was very extravagant. Drinks were $7.00 a whack! She insisted that she pay for everything. We danced to every song. She was tireless. Every once in a while I began to enjoy myself in spite of my guilt. The last song was for couples only. She pulled me to the middle of the dance floor and we danced cheek to cheek as though we were lovers. I think she wanted me to kiss her, but she could wait for me no longer. She kissed me passionately on the lips as though we were the only two people in the room. It was a long slow sensuous kiss. The kind of kiss that I had only dreamed about in the past. My thoughts turned to my wife once again. What would she think of me if she had ever known about this? How could I face her in the morning? We kissed again and again until the very last note of the song echoed into the darkness. "Let's go to my place," she whispered. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I followed her to the parking lot where a limousine awaited us. We got into the limo and the driver peeled away from the club into the darkness of the night. Her hands were all over me as we kissed passionately time and time again. It was so wonderful. She placed my hand on her right breast and as if instinctually I began to caress it gently. I thought of the first time I kissed my wife. She was so young and we were so innocent. The long black limousine pulled up to a large mansion. The place was dark save a small light above the main entrance. As she walked in front of the house and into the dim light, she looked very plain, her hair was no longer shining. Her dress was so tight that she had trouble just walking to the door. "Well. Are you coming?" She demanded. By now I was completely overtaken by my guilt. I felt a sharp pain arise in my gut. I could not think straight. All I knew was that I wanted her. I followed her into the house where she disappeared into the maze of rooms. "Would you like a drink?" She called. "No. Listen I'd better go. I don't feel right about this," I shouted after her. She returned to my view wearing a skimpy black lace teddy inlayed with dragon patterns which barely covered her privates. "Dragons!" I thought. The ache in my gut grew stronger. I had to stop this madness at once. "No. No. I can't. I'm... I'm...married!!!!" I screamed hopelessly. "Married!" She laughed. "Come on now do I look that naive?" We walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Along the way I noticed old weapons hanging at various locations along the long candlelit hallway. Frightening thoughts of torture came to mind. I was afraid. My life would never be right again after this day. We laid on the bed and kissed each other passionately once again. This time our tongues lashed out at each other like wild animals just let out of their cage. My mouth found it's way down to her small breasts, I heard her sigh with pleasure as my teeth tugged at her nipples. A moment before our two bodies became one, I let out a scream at the top of my lungs "MARIE!!!!" That is my wife's name. I opened my eyes and the bright red sun blinded me. It took a few moments before I could see again. Eventually, I realized that I was still on the beach. I had fallen asleep on the beach! It was all just a dream. I felt the guilt in my gut once more. I felt I should be punished in some way for even having such thoughts. Before I could catch my breath again, I saw the most beautiful blonde coming in my direction. "Beautiful day," she said. "I sometimes wish everyday was like this." ß ¥end.Å 4Life is Sexy ®¹ß ¿ L i f e i s S e x y Å°¹ ß Ð by Zorc/Orgasm Å Jim stood waist deep in the water and looked at Eva as she took off the light coverup she'd worn over her swimsuit. She rolled it up and set it on the sand, then stood and looked out over water. A wave broke around Jim, almost knocking him over, and when he looked back at her, she was standing at the edge of the water grinning at him. As he watched his wife, Jim wondered why he'd never taken her to the beach before. They'd dated for two years before they got married, and they'd been married a year and a half now, but this was the first time. She was beautiful, standing there wearing only three small triangles of cloth. It was late August, and the water was as warm as it ever gets in the Great Lakes. Jim relaxed in the cool water, enjoying the pleasant relief it offered from the 90 degree air inland. The surf broke around him, occasionally lifting him off his feet as he watched his wife slowly wade out to him. Eva yelled briefly as she lost her balance in the surge, then came up grinning. "I've never been where there's surf before," she said. "This is fun." "That's why I brought you here," Jim said, grinning as she shook her wet hair out of her face. "Want to try body surfing?" "I don't know, is it safe?" "Watch. Get used to the feel of the water while I show you." The surf on the Great Lakes isn't usually high enough for serious body surfing, but you can ride an occasional wave. There was a brisk breeze blowing towards the shore, so the surf was high enough that Jim had fun showing Eva how to do it. Fifteen minutes later, Eva had found her wave and let it wash her onto the fine sand of the beach. She laughed as she sat up and let the next wave wash the sand off her front. "You OK?" Jim called, not sure she could hear him over the sound of the surf. "Sure," she called as she got up and waded out towards him. "That was fun," she said when she was close enough to talk without yelling. "I've got sand in my bikini, though, ugh." "Take off your suit and clean it out," Jim suggested. "What?" she said. "Who's to see,"We're a quarter mile from the nearest people, and you're under water; there's nothing to be modest about...balance to a wave, and when he came up Eva was laughing at him. He grinned as he saw her bend down to take off her swimsuit's bottom and then wade out into deeper water before taking off the top. As she undid the bow that held it on, she lost her balance to another wave. She came up sputtering and yelling something. Jim couldn't make out what she was yelling until he got closer. "I let go of my swimsuit when that damn wave hit," she said, looking angry. Jim ducked under the water and looked. He couldn't see very well under the water, but he knew that the white suit ought to be easy to see. He saw his wife standing and occasionally being lifted by a wave, he saw a small fish swimming nearby, staying in one place with its head pointed towards the beach, but he didn't see a swimsuit. As he came up, he realized what the fish told him. "There's a bit of an undertow here," he said, "nothing dangerous, but enough to take away a swimsuit." "So what do I do?" "Relax and enjoy it?" Jim suggested, grinning. She didn't return his grin, so he thought about what they had. "You wore a coverup over your bikini on the way here, you can wear it when we walk back to the car." "But it's almost transparent!" Jim grinned again. "We'll walk back through the dunes to the parking lot; that way, we won't run into any crowds." She looked seriously at him and then at the long line of dunes. The lot was behind the lighthouse that rose over the dunes half a mile away, and most of the people who used the beach were there as well. "OK, I guess that's as good a plan as any. Want to go get my shirt and shake out the sand before I get out of the water?" "Why hurry," he said. "We've hardly been here for 20 minutes, and I like seeing you swimming nude." She looked at him with a pained look, but before she could respond, they both lost their balance to a wave. When Jim came up, Eva was laughing. "OK, we'll stay," she said. "These waves are sort of fun." Jim caught the next wave and rode it to the sand, then rolled over and looked back at Eva. She floated neck-deep in the water, and as the next wave approached her, she looked over her shoulder and then dove forward to ride it shoreward. As she dove, her breasts were briefly out of the water, and as she rode the wave, Jim watched her pretty bottom. As the wave washed back off the sand, Jim looked at Eva's naked body as it was briefly exposed on the sand. She grinned at Jim when she noticed his eyes on her, but as the next wave broke over her, she slid back into the water with it. Jim felt his penis slowly relax as she dissapeared under the water. Jim got up and waded back into the surf, following his wife. She was swimming low in the water while he waded, and he almost caught up with her when he was tumbled by a wave. When he came up, she giggled at him. "You liked looking at me, didn't you?" "Yes," he said. "You've got a nice body." She stood up as the next wave passed and smiled at him as the water fell to expose first her breasts, and then very briefly her pubic hair. Jim noticed that her nipples were erect, but he wasn't sure if it was the water temperature or sexual excitement. Before he had a chance to find out, they were both tumbled by the next wave. Eva laughed as they came up. "Let's ride a wave together and then head for the car, OK?" "OK," Jim said. They stood hand in hand waiting for the right wave, and then dove forward as it approached. The wave lifted them, and they slid down it's face as it drove them onto the beach. "Do you mind checking to see if anyone's near?" Eva said, propping herself up on her elbows as the next wave washed around her. Jim got up and looked around, seeing nobody. "OK," he said, and then watched while his wife rolled over on her back to let the next wave wash over her naked breasts. He felt his penis harden as he watched her get up. "That suit's not really made for a hard-on," she said, smiling at him as she walked up onto the beach. "No, ... you are pretty, though." She gave him a gentle kiss, and he felt his penis expanding more as she briefly pressed her cool wet breasts against his chest. Her lips were cool at first, but as she kissed him, they grew warm. He was a bit dissapointed when she broke the kiss to bend down and pick up her shirt. "Come on," she said, walking towards the line of dunes. "Aren't you going to put the shirt on?" "I was, but then I realized it would just stick to me and make me look like one of those wet T-shirt contest winners. Anyway, now that I'm out here with nothing on, I kind of like it. I've never been skinny-dipping before, but I'd be tempted to do it again." "You acted like it really bothered you at first." "I guess it did, but I guess that's just habit. I remember when I was a kid, the minister at our church once told a story about skinny-dipping." "Your minister?" She laughed. "Yup, he was talking about how we sometimes confuse habits with morality." He fell behind to look at her pretty bottom as she walked across the hot sand, and as he watched her, he thought about making love. By the time they reached the dunes, his swimsuit was still wet, but the hot dry air of late August had dried his skin. The face of the dune was steep and Eva paused to put on her coverup before trying to climb it. Jim had thought that he would be disappointed when she covered herself, but he'd forgotten the nature of her coverup. She turned to him after she put it on and asked "how's this look?worn under it as to hide anything. It covered her loosely from shoulders to mid-thigh, but when she faced him, her breasts showed clearly against the sheer fabric. "I like it," he said, kissing her and feeling the texture of the fabric sliding over her fanny under his hands. She returned his kiss and gave him a quick hug before starting to climb the shifting sands of the dune. He liked watching her fanny through her thin cloth as she climbed, but she waited for him when she realized he was behind her. "You know," she said as they reached the top of the dune. "If the water were a bit warmer, it might have been fun to make love in the surf." Jim felt his penis tighten again. "I'd like to make love to you now." She squeezed his hand as they wound their way along the dune top towards the distant lighthouse. "Out here, in public?" "What public?" he asked. She hugged him as they walked on. "If we had a blanket or even a beach towel, I'd go along with you, but I don't like the idea of digging sand out of myself." "Sorry, I hadn't thought of that," Jim said. They came to a break in the line of dunes and had to scramble down and back up to the ridge, and as they reached the top, Jim had an idea. "Want to try it with you on top?" She stopped walking and looked at him. "Are you serious?" "Yes." She walked away from him along the dune top; the way she walked made it obvious that she wanted to think by herself, so Jim let her walk ahead. While she walked ahead, he admired her, enjoying the play of the sun on and through her coverup as it rippled in the wind. She walked on the sand between low hummocks of grass and scrub cherry that grew on the top of the dune, then climbed one of the taller hummocks. After a pause to look around, she walked down towards him, smiling as her breasts bouncied pleasantly under her coverup. "Let's do it!" she said as they came together. "Come on!" His penis hardened as he followed her to a nearby hollow in the top of the dune. As they entered the hollow, she slipped off the coverup and hung it on one of the scrub cherry trees growing to one side of the hollow. He looked at her as she stood surveying the hollow, and then slid out of his swimsuit and set it on the scrub next to her coverup. Eva held out her hands to him as she looked at his erect penis, and then came into his arms and kissed him. Her erect nipples gently brushed his chest as they kissed, and then she pressed herself tightly against him as they hugged. "This is fun," she whispered, pausing briefly. "Come on!" She led him to a grassy tussock, and continued to stand as he sat on it. The grass was hot and it tickled his bottom as he sat on it, but he hardly noticed it. She stood in front of him at arm's length looking down at his erect penis, then knelt in front of him with her hands behind his head. He ran his hands slowly up and down the soft skin of her waist, and then pulled her towards him to kiss her breast. He kissed the soft skin around her erect nipples, and then began gently sucking. She pulled his head to her breast and stroked his hair as he sucked harder, and as he ran his hands over her fanny, she pressed her hips against his stomach. He could feel the moisture between her legs, and as she rocked her hips, her thigh brushed his erect penis. He held her hips and pushed gently down while he let go of her nipple and began kissing his way up towards her neck. His lips tingled with every kiss, and his penis stiffened in anticipation as she straddled him. She gently brushed the mouth of her vagina against the tip of his penis, then slowly engulfed him. He hugged her to him as he felt her sliding down over him, then kissed her under the chin as they began to rock. She pressed herself tightly against him, and with each gentle rock of her hips, he felt a rising tension in himself. She kissed him gently on the lips, and as she gently rocked in his lap, her tongue met his. Her hands pulled at him as he touched her back, and then she broke the kiss with a moan and began grinding her hips. The distant sound of the surf blended with the pounding of his heart as she shuddered and sighed in his lap, and as she climaxed, she pulled him to her and kissed him fiercely on the mouth. Then she leaned back with her arms around him and smiled a gentle smile, but he was too excited to notice. As she began pumping herself up and down on his penis, he reached for her breasts, fondling them briefly until the sensation of her engulfing vagina overwhelmed him. His climax was convulsive; he thrusted his penis into her as she sat down hard in his lap, and then he held her tightly for a long time as he relaxed in the afterglow of his orgasm. "That was fun," she said quietly, still holding onto his limp penis with her vagina. He smiled back at her, feeling a bit dissapointed as she got up off him and smiled down at his penis as it glistened in the sun. He didn't want to talk yet, but when she handed him his swimsuit, he brushed the sand off his fanny and put it on before he followed her up out of the hollow in the dunes towards the parking lot. They had to scramble down two more breaks in the line of dunes and climb to the next dune top before they finally walked down the irregular back of the dune to the parking lot. They could hear the voices of children playing near the lighthouse as they walked into the half-full lot, but nobody was in sight as Jim and Eva walked over the hot sand to the car. He finally spoke as he sat in the driver's seat. "I hope you don't mind what we did." She smiled at him, then reached over and kissed him. "Nope. That was an expensive bikini, but it was worth it." ß ¥end.Å 5Sensuality and Love ®¹ß Ð S e n s u a l i t y Å Ð a n d L o v e Å Å°¹ ß ÷ by Zorc/Orgasm Å åSome years ago, when I was 15 and just awakening to thoughts of girls, feminine beauty and possibilities, I attended a famed U.S. music camp, Interlochen, in Michigan. The camp has always been terrific for highly- motivated young clasical musicians.. I was fully engaged in working my head off to excel and to succeed in the many challenges offered us there. Each summer's camp was for 8 weeks, though, and other interests soon presented themselves, deliciously. We ate in a large common hall, with hundreds of other young musicians our meal companions.. with this contact and also from intermissions of rehearsals where many sweet and lovely young women played in the National High School Orchestra or sang in my choir or madrigal singers' group with me - I soon met a friend who was to become the first strong love of my life.. we'll call her May, though her name was slightly different.. May was a fine violinist, my age (15) and also had the sweetest solo soprano voice I had ever heard to that time. I talked with her often and finally got up enough courage to ask her to attend a party and dance on the week-end. We dated several times, and I would always walk May back to her cabin area and shake her hand as we said goodnight... very warmly. After about three such dates, one of our mutual friends came up to me at lunch and said, "Jerry, May wanted me to let you know that she would really love it if you would kiss her goodnight on your next date.surprised... completely inexperienced as I was in any intimacies with girls. So, acting on this tip, I had a much better time talking with May on our next night out, we walked hand in hand for the first time, and when we reached "the Girl's Gate" I waited and talked with her a bit longer than I had done before.. May turned her face up to mine and I put my arm around her and kissed her once, gently, tentatively. She responded so sweetly, sighing and pressing her soft lips against mine very fervently. After a few seconds, May opened her mouth a little and slid her tongue between my lips. I had never felt anything like this before and my penis suddenly took on a life of its own! I had learned about the joys of masturbation some months before and certainly had an understanding of how my erections felt and how wonderful was the release when spurt after spurt of fresh semen would explode out of the head of my penis when my amateurish and strong up and down rubbing created enough friction to give me the climaxes that would make my entire body shudder. Now, with just the hot and loving tongue of a girl exploring the inside of my mouth I realized that I was dripping pre-come "honey" all over my underwear pants, and I felt more wonderful than ever before in my life. I didn't want to leave her, but May said to me, "Darling, I thought you'd never get to kissing me! You kiss so divinely.... don't worry, we'll have many chances to love each other.. sleep sweetly and I'll dream of you undressing me and touching me all over. G'night." My mind was feverish as I walked the long way between the girl's sleeping area and where my cabin with the other boys was situated - what did May have in mind next??? Was I happy! The next evening, at dinner, May ate with me and asked if I would be practicing in my usual stone practice hut near her cabin after dinner. I told her that I would be working there for about an hour. She looked at me very lovingly and said, "If you hear running water, maybe you should take a break and investigate!".. we continued our discussion of everything/nothing and then went our separate ways to practice hut and girl's cabin. About fifteen minutes after I started playing over my routine work, I rested for a few moments and then clearly heard the sound of rapidly running water. Fortunately it was quite dark out. I put down my instrument and quietly closed the door of my practice room. Walking to the end of the row of huts I could see May's cabin only 20 yards away. Lights were on in the cabin itself, and I could hear that the sound of water was a shower turned on in their bath room. I couldn't see anything from my level on the ground, but I was erotically turned on by May's comment to me earlier at dinner, so I used a window ledge to assist me in climbing up to the roof of the outdoor practice huts. NOW, I had a perfect view of the bathroom window and from a much higher vantage. And, there was the object of all my love and affection, my girl friend, May, totally nude and enjoying herself in the shower. She wasn't facing the window at that moment but just slightly away from that angle.. for the first time I could see her budding young breasts and their pink nipples and slightly brown aureoles, the perfection of her body's youthful form with just beginning widening of her hips to the eventual womanly attraction they would merit - and there, at the apex of her long and perfectly shaped legs was her genital region... something I had only once before viewed in nature (when my mother stepped out of the shower one time just as I came home from sixth grade class, and, when she observed that I was looking at her, she made no attempt to cover herself, only smiling and saying, "Hi, Jerry"). But this was different! This was not an adult woman, this was the girl I loved, and what a beautiful girl she was! As I continued to enjoy the view of all of her, May must have known I could view her, because she now looked directly out the window, smiled, and moved her legs way apart. Then she took her bar of soap, held it under the water and then lowered her soapy hands to her crotch. I next watched in wonderment as my love began to move her fingers lightly in small circles at the top of her vulva... I had seen pictures of female genitalia in books, and I knew what a clitoris was, but I had never been aware of its importance in the pleasuring of women sexually aroused. May rubbed more and more and her face changed its appearance... she smiled and then let her head drop back a little, opening her mouth and looking a little out of control. Now she inserted her middle finger right into her vagina, looked directly out the window and used her other hand and arm to beckon to anyone looking, "Come and make love to me!" I was so excited that I unzipped my trousers, reached inside and pulled aside my underpants and released my fully rampant love weapon to the cool exterior air. I began jerking off at the same speed that May was using in finger fucking herself.. this was much slower than I had ever masturbated before and it felt infinitely better, more sensual, more langorous. And, seeing her naked and engaged in self-pleasuring intensified my owm pleasure brilliantly. After I don't know how many minutes, I came with an explosion bigger than I knew possible, and I saw May shudder in ecstasy at about the same time. I hurriedly readjusted my clothing and as quietly as possible climbed down from the roof, because I heard some other students walking around on the grounds near me, and I feared an embarrassing detection. In a minute or two I was safely back in my hut, practicing. Nothing mor happened for about ten minutes, though I was still highly excited and keyed up by what I had witnessed and experienced. Then, I heard a light tapping on my door. Looking up, there was May... now fully modest and dressed in the official camp uniform of blue shirt, blue corduroy nickers, long stockings and shoes. I let May in, and she immediately kissed me with ardor and breathlessly.. "You watched me didn't you, Jerry??!??"... "Yes, May, you were wonderful," I replied. She pulled on my arm.. "Put away your instrument, Jerry and walk with me, okay?" I would have walked anywhere in the world with her at that moment. But, she led me down the path leading towards the lake. In a few minutes we reached a practice hut used for ear-training classes during the daytime. All was peaceful and quiet. May opened the door and invited me inside. Soon we were sitting in a handy chair, May upon my lap and her arms around me, kissing with more passion and desire than I had ever felt. She reached back behind herself and gently but firmly pulled my arm forward and placed it on her left breast. We french kissed and sighed our feelings for each other, getting hotter and hotter. I had never touched a girl's mammaries before, so the experience was stunningly great. I kneaded and pressed, with no experience of what she wanted. May extricated herself from our kiss and reached up to unbutton the first button on her shirt. I followed her lead and unbottoned all of the others and we helped each other remove her shirt. There were her bare boobs.. she had dressed after her shower, but wasn't wearing any bra. "Pinch me gently, here," she said, pulling my fingers to her nipple. I could feel it harden to the sensitivity of my touch and it was so exciting to hear her sigh and purr ecstatically as she felt the effect in her breasts and all the way to her vulva. I instinctively reached down and took the other nipple in my mouth. How beautiful it felt, tasted! I was really in seventh heaven. Now, I felt her fingers on the zipper of my trousers. She was going to undress me! I held up the top of my pants so she only needed to pull down and the zipper opened easily.. followed by the entry of May's hand inside... I felt her lightly touch my rigid cock through the material of my underpants. Then she reached under the leg band and held me directly. What a sensation! She pulled down my trousers and let me lie down on the floor of the cabin.. the wood floor felt hard but it wasn't cold or really uncomfortable. May lay down next to me and slid down my underpants, I eagerly helped them off my feet and tossed them aside. I was dripping pre-come like crazy and May eagerly placed her tongue on the very tip of my cock and licked it all up. I was entranced by the beauty of how she looked, loving me and how it felt! Now, I was busy unbuttoning the awkward side buttons (Both sides) of her camp knickers.. with all ten buttons undone, we were able to lower May's knickers to the floor. She was wearing the cutest pink panties and I could see right away that they were wet from her own passionate secretions. She continued to give me head and I was looking at a girl dressed only in panties.... for the very first time! I lightly caressed her stomach and her genital region outside the panties at first, getting more and more excited by the moment. Then I reached my hand under her waist elastic and moved slowly/gently towards her mound of venus and pubic hair region. When I touched it, it was like being in a perfect dream of beauty, love and happiness. I continued my downward path, being seriously distracted by May's sucking of my rammer and licking of its head! It felt so thrilling to reach the top of her pussy, to feel the little hard ball of the head of her clit, to pass it by, unawares and to feel the opening lips of her labia majora slick with her precoital fluid as I descended farther and farther along. Now I had the first sensation of a woman's urethral opening and then the magic place itself, the entry to her grotto,, the vaginal opening. Inserting my finger carefully inside I could feel May squeezing to hold my finger more tightly. I went in a little further and could actually feel her hymne blocking a further intrusion of my false phallus... she was a virgin and she wanted me to be doing this with her... wonderful!!!!!! Now, I took out my hand and started slowly sliding her pink panties down her hips. May stopped giving me head and used her own hands to ease the passage off her legs and feet, tossing her step-ins lightly aside. She widely spread her legs and said to me, "Come here, lover, and introduce me to sexual love!!!!" I reverently gazed at her, loving everything about her and then so softly allowed the head of my cock to move just to the opening of her cunt. May, who knew the secrets of her clit, reached down now and pulled up my prick to lavish its slick fluids all over her pointed clitoris, then she slowly started circling it around and around, meanwhile sighing and crying out softly, "Jerry you make me feel so wonderful!". After a few minutes May shuddered all over and said, "I'm commmmmmming, darling!" She next sat up a little and reinserted my prick in her mouth, but this time she was expertly thrusting it up and down with her hand and licking, sucking with all her heart and intensity. Within moments I gushed forward with a mountain of ejaculation,, into her mouth, down her throat and she took it all in with a look of total satisfacion. Now, we heard some voices talking just a few yards away from our cabin, so we quickly parted and got back into our clothes, being as quiet as we could. The voices disappeared past our building, and we sighed in relief. Now we looked at each other, hugged and kissed the most happy and sweet kiss ever. May said, "I'm yours, Jerry, whenever you want me!" I thanked her and told her of my undying love and concern for her happiness. Then we left the cabin, I walked her back to her cabin and we continued on with the rest of our lives. We had many more sensual times together but that shower, self-pleasuring and near intercourse was the greatest thing I could dream of at that time in my life. ß ¥end.Å 8The Strange Fiction ®² ÷ T h e Å ÷ S t r a n g e F i c t i o n Å°¹ ß Ç by Zorc/Orgasm Å åThree naked bodies hit the water simultaneously and disappeared. A moment later, three heads broke the surface screaming in unison "Yow, it,',s cold!" Their traditional yell was truer than usual: notwithstanding the unseasonable heat of Indian Summer, October was pushing the limits of the season for their favorite swimming hole. "Why did I let you two talk me into this?" yelled Jill, her teeth chattering, mostly for effect. Holly's jaw dropped, also for effect. "Who talked who into what?" "Funny," said her brother Terry, "I seem to remember saying 'No way in hell am I going in that water, Indian Summer or no.'" With a glance at each other, brother and sister began splashing their friend for all they were worth. Jill gave back as good as she received, but she was outnumbered four hands to two, and finally surrendered by diving under the water. She surfaced near the bank and climbed out, saying "Okay, I'm done." "The hell you are!" Holly and Terry clambered out as fast as the water would let them, and proceeded to chase the laughing Jill up and down the bank until they outflanked her. Still giggling, Jill found herself taken by hands and feet and swung ceremoniously back into the swimming hole. When she surfaced, the two siblings were grappling, trying to throw each other in. Holly was victorious, and no sooner had Terry hit the water then he was scrambling out again, friendly vengeance on his face. But Holly was already jumping in, accepting the inevitable. "Spoilsport," said Terry, making a face. "Oh, kiss and make up, you two," said Jill, and when they had, she added "Am I forgiven too?" "Well, just this once," replied Holly, kissing her. "Only if you promise never, ever to do it again," said Terry, completing the circle by kissing Jill. But this last kiss lasted rather longer than the first two, and neither saw Holly's face as she turned away and climbed out. "It *is* cold," said Terry. "Enough?" "Enough," agreed Jill, and they joined Holly on the bank. The three stood shivering, hugging themselves, though the setting sun was still hot. "I don't suppose..." began one, "That anyone thought to bring..." continued another, "Towels?" finished the third. None of them had figured on swimming when planning an overnight camping trip in October. Bathing suits were no problem; they probably wouldn't have brought them even in July, as the trio had been skinny-dipping together since grammar school. But the question of how to dry themselves hung in the air until Terry suggested running around and let the wind do it. The motion passed for lack of a better one, and they raced all through the trees around the swimming hole until they dropped with exhaustion. As they lay panting on the ground, Terry gazed at the two girls ( he reminded himself) who had been his best friends since forever: Jill with her blonde hair, her slender body whose secrets he had just recently begun to know, and a face worth dying for; Holly with hair and eyes the same brown as his own, her face so much plainer than Jill's, but to Terry no less beautiful, her body comfortably plump, especially her breasts, those wonderful breasts that a part of him longed to touch, even as the rest of him shied away from the forbidden temptation. Terry was suddenly aware that he had an erection, and no graceful way to hide it. Too late, the girls had already seen it. "Oops," he said sheepishly, blushing furiously. Holly got up. "I'll get the fire going," she said, "and leave you two alone." ²*¹ Terry and Jill watched Holly hurry away, and looked at each other uncomfortably. That fall they had started college, choosing the same one more by coincidence than by design. Knowing nobody else in their new environment, they had clung to each other for support, and it was both a profound shock and the most natural thing in the world when their intimate friendship of so many years blossomed into romance. By the time they had been in school a month, they had given each other their virginity. But Holly, a year older, had entered a different college, and they couldn't all be together as often as in high school. And when Jill and Terry became lovers, though nobody said a word, Holly knew it. And that was when the trouble began. "We can't go on like this," said Jill as she sat beside Terry, their backs against a tree. "I know. It's tearing her apart." He sighed. "I wish we could make her understand. It doesn't change anything between her and I, or her and you." "Well, I'm afraid it does." "Well, it shouldn't." They sat in silence for a while. "I love you both so much," said Terry, "And I'd never do anything to hurt either of you. Not if I knew it was going to." "I feel the same way. But now we know, don't we? I feel like I've -- betrayed her, by taking you as..." "Your lover?" "Yeah. Terry?" Tears were filling Jill's eyes. "Do you think we could... go back to..." "Just being friends?" Terry nodded slowly. "But I love making love with you. I don't want to give that up." "Oh god, neither do I, but is it worth losing Holly?" The tears were running down her face now. "She'll always be your sister, but I don't think I can stand to lose her -- and I am!" Terry took her in his arms and held her while her tears fell, and some of his own as well. At last, when their sobs had ceased, he said "Okay, Jill. What we did was a wonderful thing, and I'll never regret it. But it was a mistake. Are we still friends?" "Oh, yes!" Jill cried, and more tears fell. As they watched the sun disappear behind the distant mountains, Terry remarked, with a catch in his throat, "You know, I feel like the sun is going down on our friendship." "It's not." "I know. But that's how I feel." They started back toward camp, close together but not touching. "I guess we better stick to the 'official' sleeping arrangements, huh?" ²*¹ Holly said to herself as she set about starting the fire. she grinned at the thought, She sighed sadly. She stopped in her tracks, the skillet she was carrying forgotten. Thinking about the way they looked at each other, Holly knew she had never felt that way about anybody. Brushing away a tear, she set the skillet to heat on the fire and sat staring into the flames until Terry and Jill returned. ²*¹ Dinner was a somber affair, with nobody speaking much. When all the food had been eaten or put away or tossed into the woods for the scavengers, Jill spoke. "Holly, Terry and I have something to tell you." Holly forced a smile. "You're getting married?" There was an uncomfortable silence. "Not quite," said Terry. "No, Jill and I have been talking, and we've decided -- Jill and I thought that you -- I mean that we -- " he looked helplessly at Jill. "What Terry's trying to say is that we've realized that we made a mistake." "A mistake?" "All of us were happy together when we were just friends, and that's how we want it to be again." Holly said nothing, but looked from Jill to Terry and back again. "What she's trying to say," said Terry, "Is that we realize how left out we've made you feel, and we..." "No!" Holly interrupted, "Don't do this because of me! You love each other, and I can't -- I won't -- " her words failed, and she burst into tears. "Of course we love each other," Jill said, putting her arm around her, "We'll always love each other. But we love you too, and to break up our friendship..." "It's too high a price to pay -- just for sex." Terry's words left a bitter taste in his mouth. he thought. But after the tears there were hugs and kisses (short ones between everyone now), and when Terry and Holly brought out their dulcimers, it was just like old times as they talked and laughed and sang the evening away. And when they sang "Julian of Norwich", the words seemed to have been written just for them: « "Love, like the yellow daffodil is coming through the snow, Love, like the yellow daffodil is lord of all I know. Ring out, bells of Norwich and let the winter come and go, All shall be well again, I know. All shall be well, I'm telling you, let the winter come and go, All shall be well again, I know." ²*¹ ¾ "I wish I had a face and a figure like yours," said Holly to Jill as they made ready to sleep in the larger of the two tents, Terry having retired to the smaller. "Whatever for?" "Oh, don't give me that crap. Look at this face. Plain as cheap vanilla pudding. Look at this body. Flab everywhere. My ass is too big. My boobs are too big." "Well, I think you have lovely boobs." "They're awful, they get in the way, I can't run without having them bounce like basketballs. How would you like to carry around weights like these? Feel this." Reaching into her nightgown, Holly bared a breast and held it up with her hand. They did tend to sag when not supported by a bra, Jill observed, but not all that much. "Go ahead, feel this weight." Jill reached out and let Holly's breast fill her hand, feeling its weight. She shivered, and took her hand away. "I still think they're lovely. Look at me, I'm flat as a board." Which was not quite accurate, but the only use Jill had ever found for a bra was for accentuating what little she had. "Wanna trade?" said Holly, blushing. "Sure!" said Jill, and she blushed too. ²*¹ thought Terry, He sat up and stared out of the tent. As he wandered he thought about how strange life was, and how unfair. How odd that of the few people he considered his best friends, one should be his sister, when just about everyone else he knew considered their siblings, younger or older, to be nuisances. Not that they never had fights, but whenever one of them needed someone to celebrate with, or a shoulder to cry on, or a leg to pull, the other had always been there. How odd that another best friend should be the most sought-after girl in high school, when he wouldn't have dared even try to get her to go out with him. But he had shared secrets with Jill that none of his girlfriends had been privy to, and Jill in turn had trusted him with confidences that only he and Holly had shared. And how unfair that when fate had joined him and Jill closer than ever before, it had threatened to destroy the trio. he thought, ²*¹ Terry was not the only one to be abandoned by Morpheus. Jill had been lying in her sleeping bag, her thoughts not far removed from Terry's, seeking the gift of unconsciousness that Holly had already received. Turning on her side, Jill gazed at her friend as she lay half in and half out of her sleeping bag. Holly's breasts rose and fell under the thin fabric of her nightgown like swells on the Sea of Dreams, and Jill remembered the icy thrill she had felt when she had, just for a moment, held one of them. She pushed the thought from her mind and looked away, out into the night, but her eyes and thoughts returned to Holly, to Holly's breasts. The longer Jill looked at Holly, the more she wanted to reach out and touch her. And then Jill's hand began to move, and she scarcely breathed as she let it reach slowly across the short distance between them. As it rose with her breath, one soft mound filled Jill's trembling hand and a shiver of excitement made Jill's entire body tingle. Carefully she caressed her friend, fascinated by the liquid texture of the other's flesh. When her fingers encountered a little bump and felt it grow under their touch, and Jill shivered again. Holly sighed, and Jill glanced up at her face. Holly's eyes had opened. As they stared at each other through that long frozen moment of time, Holly's eyes showed only an intense awareness of Jill's presence, and Jill unable to even think, let alone move, until at length Holly whispered, "You really think they're pretty?" "I -- " Jill swallowed " -- I think they're beautiful. I think *you're* beautiful." Jill felt that she couldn't have broken Holly's gaze if her life depended on it. she thought, Holly's face seemed to grow until Jill couldn't see anything else, until all she could see were Holly's brown eyes, full of uncertainty and trust, until at last she felt their lips touch, and Jill's eyes finally closed as their kiss branded their souls with an affirmation of their friendship and their love. "Nothing," Jill whispered, "No one can change how I feel about you." Holly's only reply was another kiss, but her eyes were full of tears. She looked down to where Jill's hand still held her breast. Jill felt the blood rush to her face and looked away, withdrawing her hand. But Holly took Jill's hand in hers and held it, saying "No, wait." Jill waited. "Please -- " Holly's whisper was almost inaudible. "Please keep touching me?" Jill cupped Holly's trembling breast with her hand, squeezing it gently, and kissed Holly once more. This time their lips parted, and the kiss took them beyond mere friendship to an intimacy Holly had only dreamed of. thought Holly, When their eyes met again, Jill saw reflected in Holly's eyes her own uncertainty about what was happening, and her aching need that it keep on happening. Then together, moving so slowly that neither could be sure whether she was leading or following, they drew off their nightgowns. Now four hands touched four naked breasts, large and small, amid kisses and hugs. And the kisses moved from lips to cheeks, from necks to shoulders, from arms to hands to fingers, and then to the breasts beneath the fingers. Gasps and sighs were exchanged as lips discovered the taste of nipples, and fingers tangled in brown hair and blonde. Jill's hand was the first to dare straying between pair of thighs not her own, to find the hidden moistness there; a moment later she felt Holly's palm press against her own mound. Sighs gave way to moans as two friends shared new secrets. Legs moved to make room for questing fingers, which moved gently, tentatively at first, then more quickly as they grew wet with their spiralling passion. After Jill and Holly had brought each other to long, shuddering orgasms, Jill put her fingers, still sticky from Holly's quim, to her lips. One smell, one taste, and Jill knew what she was going to do next. Staring into her friend's eyes, Jill put her fingers in her mouth, one after another, and slowly shifted her position. When Jill was sure that Holly knew what she intended, she lowered her head and planted a kiss full on her pussy. Holly whimpered softly. Her thighs parted, opening her sex like a flower. Jill had never entertained lesbian fantasies; she was amazed at how the sight of another woman's sex -- no, *Holly's* sex -- could excite her so. And the taste of her was outside anything she had ever imagined. Taking a deep breath, Jill proceeded to kiss and taste every secret part of Holly that she could reach. "Jill?" whispered Holly, and Jill looked up with a start. "Oh, please don't stop, that feels so wonderful, but..." "What, Holly?" "Would you -- I mean -- I'd like to do that. To you. Can we do it together?" After a few false starts with uncomfortable positions, they settled down on their sides, each with her upper leg cast over the other's body. Holly stared in fascination at glistening crevice before her, all shades of pink and coral. She had seen Jill naked many times, but never like this. Jill felt a hot breath tickle her nest, followed by a timid kiss, then another, then a less timid kiss that lingered. A soft tongue spread her lips and searched until it found her clitoris, forcing an "ahhhhh" in response. From the tiny button, Holly kissed all down the smooth wet furrow to the secret entrance below, and then, stretching to reach, slipped her tongue inside. "Jill?" "Yes?" she answered without looking up. "You taste wonderful." "Thanks. So do you." And the two friends began to make love in earnest. ²*¹ Passing by the girlsTerry heard a moan. he thought, There was another moan, and this one wasn't from Jill. Unable to accept what his ears were telling him, Terry knelt behind the tent and put his eye to an ill-mended tear in the fabric. He rubbed his eyes and pinched himself before looking again. Jill, his lover -- he reminded himself -- and Holly, his sister, were entwined in an embrace of unmistakable intimacy. There was just enough moonlight shining into the opening of the tent to see a blonde head nodding rhythmically between a pair of plump thighs. Any possible remaining doubt was eliminated by an occasional wet smack or slurp. Those thighs began to jerk spasmodically, and it was clearly Holly's voice that breathed "Jill... oh, Jill... Ohhhhh!" as Jill brought her to orgasm. A moment later it was Jill who cried out softly as she came, her hips bucking to press herself hard against Holly's hidden face. After a while Holly spoke softly. "I'd never have guessed that you were gay. But it doesn't matter," she hurried on, "because..." "I'm not," Jill interrupted. "Oh. Of course not. Well, bi then. But..." "Holly. You're the second person I've ever made love with. You know who the first was." "Oh. Well, this is my first time with anybody." "Holly! A sophomore in college and you're still a virgin?" "Come on, Jill, you'd've been the first to know if I'd lost it." "Yeah, okay. But hasn't there been anyone -- I mean, I know you've had boyfriends, maybe not a lot, but..." "There wasn't ever anybody I wanted, not like that, except -- there just wasn't anybody." Jill thought of Terry, staring at his sister and getting an erection. "Except who?" "Nobody, there wasn't anybody." "Holly. Look at me. Nobody except for who?" Holly whispered something too soft to hear. "Your brother? Oh god, Holly." Terry heard a sob. "No, Holly, listen to me! This afternoon, when Terry got a hard-on, and you left? I was watching him, and he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at you!" "No, that's impossible." "It's true." "I don't believe you." "Why is him wanting you more impossible than you wanting him? And why would I lie to you?" "Is that why you and Terry broke up?" "No! Terry doesn't even know that I know. And we haven't broken up, we've come back together -- all three of us, just like we've always been." "But Jill -- what have we done? Terry will know what happened here tonight, as surely as I knew when you two did it. What will he think?" Terry decided that the time had come to tell them exactly what he thought. Moving quickly to the front of the tent, he crouched down and crawled in. Both girls stared at him in shock, fear and embarrassment, but he moved directly to Holly, took her face gently in his hands, and kissed her. "You really want me," he whispered, "Like -- like I want you?" Holly made no sound, but her eyes spoke what her tongue could not. Their lips met again, parted this time, and their arms made circles around each other like some old, old vine. "Make love to me," pleaded Holly when they broke for air. Jill had turned away so her friends wouldn't see her tears, and hearing these words she crawled out of the tent. But she heard her name from two voices speaking as one, and reluctantly she returned. "Stay with us," urged Holly. "You've made love with both of us now, what's left to hide?" Terry added. "We want you here for this." Jill looked at her two friends, her two lovers, who were about to become lovers themselves, and she knew that all would indeed be well again. Holly lay back on her sleeping bag and watched Terry as he removed his shorts. She reached out to touch his erection, and he responded by stroking her breasts, and then her quim. "I've dreamed about this for a long time," he said, bending over her to kiss first one nipple, then the other. He began moving into position, but Jill said "Terry, wait. She's not protected like I am." "What?" said Holly. "I'm on the pill. You're not." She looked at Terry. "Do you have a condom?" "I don't want rubber inside me, I want Terry." "No, I don't have one." Jill looked stricken. "I don't want to say this, but I think you should wait until you're safe. There's other ways to make love..." "I'm as safe now as I ever am! Haven't you noticed the moon?" Ever since her first period, Holly had been in rhythm with the moon. This had caused Jill and Terry to declare her their own personal goddess incarnate, to Holly's acute embarrassment. But far from being a simple joke, this synchronicity symbolized for them their love and reverence for the outdoors. "She's right, Holly," said Terry, "It's still a risk. What would you do if you got pregnant? And by me, for god's sake?" "I don't want to wait," she pleaded, "I want you to take me right here, right now, with Jill here beside us." "Oh, Holly." Jill looked at her sadly. "Look, what if he pulls out before he comes. Would that be enough?" "I wanted this to be perfect." Holly sighed. "But you're right. I won't put this off for another day, not for an hour. So I guess we'll do it like you said." Jill looked on as Terry settled down between Holly's ample thighs, pausing to take each breast-berry into his mouth, which caused Holly to moan until he silenced her with another kiss. Holly reached between them and stroked his rigid limb before guiding it to her sacred spring, still wet from her lovemaking with Jill. Jill knew that whatever was left of Holly's maidenhead would be little or no hindrance, and she was happy that Holly wouldn't have to lose her virginity in pain, as she had. Terry slid smoothly into his sister, neither quickly nor slowly, and Holly sucked in her breath in a long gasp, her eyes widening as they stared into his. Terry's eyes closed and he fell gently onto Holly, murmuring her name over and over. As his hips began rocking, Holly reached out to find Jill's hand, and for the first time that day Jill felt her eyes fill with tears of joy rather than sorrow. Holly closed her eyes. She was full of him now, their joining complete, and he paused for one long, wonderful moment to savor the feeling of their bodies merged, his within hers for the very first time, their souls like two trees, grown together from close-planted seeds, only now discovering that their roots were as intertwined as their branches. It was, understandably, not long at all before Terry's breathing and movements betrayed his impending climax, and Jill had to remind him to not increase Holly's risk further. As soon as he emerged from his sister's depths, a long jet arced out to land on her thigh. Jill grabbed the bucking shaft and captured it with her mouth, holding it there as Terry gasped out his orgasm. "I wish I'd done that," said Holly, as Jill licked the last creamy drops from her leg. "What's it taste like?" Jill answered by kissing Holly, letting her taste the seed that she had wanted to feel inside her. "Terry, you left something unfinished here." "What?" "You haven't made Holly come yet. Wouldn't you like to find out what she tastes like?" "Does she taste anything like you?" "Better," said Jill, which caused Holly to blush. "Let's see." Terry leaned over Holly, who obligingly parted her legs. As she felt his lips and tongue lead her down the road to ecstasy, she reached out to stroke Jill's breasts. Jill responded by kneeling next to Terry to suck on Holly's nipples. Holly's hand found its way to Jill's pussy, and Jill's hand reached beneath Terry to fondle what she found there. This proved awkward, and Jill had a better idea. Lying on her back next to Holly, she wriggled around until she was staring up at Terry's limp member, then drew her knees up to her chest, presenting her blooming womanflower to Holly. After some shifting about to find comfortable positions, Jill set forth to coax Terry's cock back to life as he explored his sister's vagina with his fingers and tongue, while Holly made a similar exploration of Jill. By the time Holly came, Jill had a very stiff penis in her mouth, which she removed to say "He's hard again, would you like a turn?" Holly said she would, so they switched places and Holly found herself staring up at her first close-up view of a man's cock. It bobbed about as Terry set to work eating Jill, and Holly licked at it tentatively, chasing it around with her tongue. She finally took it in her hand to hold it still, and her touch coaxed pearly drops from the tip. These she used as lubrication, and soon her hand moved slickly back and forth around the fleshy pole. After a few more licks, she aimed the bulbous head between her lips and dared a real taste. Terry's cock pulsed as he felt his sister's lips close around it. Holly was afraid he was going to come right then, but he didn't, and she gradually took more and more into her mouth until her gag reflex showed her her limits. After several happy minutes of lovemaking in this fashion, Terry straightened up and collapsed onto his back. "Sorry, girls," he said, "I mean, ladies. My knees have had it." "Jill," said Holly, a bit timidly, "Could I see you two make love?" Jill hugged her. "I was hoping you'd ask." She eyed the prone Terry, and added "I guess I better do the work." She climbed atop him, straddling his hips, and said to Holly "Would you like to help?" "Help how?" Jill grinned lewdly. "Put us together." So Holly took hold of Terry's staff and held it upright, then watched in fascination as its rounded tip spread open the lips of Jill's cunny and the whole long length slowly disappeared inside her. "Oh, wow," whispered Holly. "Yeah," breathed Jill. Holly watched them, first from the front, then from the rear, as Jill rode up and down, spearing herself on Terry's long pole. Twice she helped rejoin them, delighting in feeling their slippery skin slide together under her fingers. Then Jill suggested "Why don't you sit on his face?" Holly giggled at the phrase, which she had always before heard as an epithet. She knelt over Terry's head, facing Jill, and lowered her ample derriere until she felt the touch of a tongue in the crack of her bottom. Shifting backward, she pressed her pussy against his lips. The girls embraced as Terry made love to both of them at once, kissing passionately, their fingers on each other's clits, and together they brought the girls to orgasm. Moments later Terry spoke, his voice muffled by Holly's crotch. "Are you ready for it, Jill?" "Holly, now's your chance to take him in your mouth like you wanted to." "Oh no, that's all right..." she began, but Jill had already dismounted, so she leaned forward and took her brother's penis between her lips. Not surprisingly, it tasted like Jill. Jill showed her how to hold the base of the shaft with a wet hand, while Jill cradled his balls in her palm and gently fondled them. Holly felt Terry's fingers in her hair as she bobbed her head up and down. "Holly..." he gasped, "I'm -- I'm coming!" Holly felt his cock pulse in her hand, and the hot taste of semen filled her mouth and nostrils. The thick liquid squirted in pulses, once, twice, three times, and more, then subsided. Releasing the hot flesh from her mouth, she swallowed, coughed, and swallowed again, then continued to suck on it until it had softened and stopped oozing cream. "How was it?" said Jill. "Well," Holly answered, "I guess it's an acquired taste." Then, seeing the look on Terry face, she added "But I'm sure I'll acquire it soon. And I guess this is the only way I get to have it inside me!" "Just for a while, Holly. We'll get you fixed up nice and safe like me." "I can't wait!" Holly exclaimed. "Neither can I," her brother added. Two sleeping bags proved quite large enough for three people that wanted to stay as close to each other as possible. Holly was the first to awaken, and her gentle touch roused the others. The air was full of the sound of birds greeting the dawn, which had not quite arrived. "Remember what I said yesterday about the sun going down?" Terry said to Jill. She nodded. "Let's go watch the sun rise." ²* * *¹ ß ¥end.Å Cool School ®¹¤ Ç C o o l S c h o o l Å Å ¹ ß ÷ by Zorc/Orgasm Å I am a graduate student at a large southwestern university. As required by my department, I teach two sections of introductory psychology every semester. These classes attract, as you may suspect, some of the most beautiful wenches on campus. Last semester in particular featured a number of lust inducers that would rival any of those depicted in your fine magazine. Long an avid reader of the "Forum" column, I must admit I never really believed any of those letters until a recent experience with these education-hungry (among other things) babes changed my mind. It all started during registration week. I was manning one of the walkthrough registration posts in the gymnasium when three of God's most beautiful creations appeared at the head of the line. They introduced themselves as I sat in my chair, fighting back an erection that could have bench-pressed a ton. The first and most talkative one was Lisa, a five-foot-eight blonde bombshell with tits reminiscent of the old Titan 2 missile launchers and a tiny ass that appeared hard enough to crack an egg on. Standing on either side of Lisa were Janey and Jeri, a pair of identical twins that could convince the pope to relinquish his vow of celibacy. Both were about five-two, slender, and sporting smallish but very firm, well-shaped boobs. Each had the face of an angel, framed with shoulder-length reddish-auburn hair. The twinkle in their eyes, as I would find out later, was a much better indicator of what was going on in their heads than their cherubic countenances. Lisa explained that she and her girlfriends were in quite a bind. They were one semester away from graduating, but they needed a distribution credit in the humanities, and most classes were already full. Thinking quickly, I suggested that they take my course. It had actually been filled hours earlier; however, I could list them on the roll and later feign ignorance to my department chairman. That being decided upon and done, the girls retreated with a wink and a promise that my help would be later rewarded. The next time I saw them was the first day of classes. The sensuous seniors sat side by side in the from row, wearing their sorority sweatshirts and the shortest of short shorts, revealing a mile of the greatest gam this side of Uranus. It took all the willpower I could muster to avert my eyes from their tremendous deltas and get on with the class. I began class by introducing myself and discussing some of the basics of what was to be covered during the semester. Then, as I passed out the syllabus, I glanced over at the three, and caught Lisa's tongue running over her raspberry-red lips like an ABC Super Slo-Mo, adding a glisten to her mouth and a bulge to my crotch. I almost walked straight into my lectern. Then, still reeling, trying to regain my composure, I spied Janey's hand slipping up over Lisa's smooth thigh toward her waiting bush barely covered by her shorts. Lisa moved her head back slowly, suppressing a sigh of delight, while Janey's hand gyrated intricately above Lisa's snatch. There was no way I could continue my lecture, so I dismissed the class early, using the excuse that the first day should just be for going over course mechanics, not starting anything in depth. Of course, mechanics were on my mind, and depth as well. The students filed out of the lecture hall, but the three dolls stayed in the room. I couldn't help thinking how fine they would be in bed, and this gave me a raging hard-on that was as obvious as golf clubs in a leather satchel. Lisa was the first to notice my cloth-covered fleshy obelisk. She glided over to me, placing her delicate hands on the crotch of my jeans, rubbing ever-so gently. She turned her head to the twins who also came over. Janey's nipples were rigid, appearing like pencil erasers under her shirt. I felt my zipper being undone and looked down to see Lisa take all ten inches of my manhood into her saliva-filled mouth. Janey and Jeri began to undress. I almost came when I saw that the twins were wearing under their clothes. Janey had on a black leather bra and a matching crotchless black panties, with a small Harley-Davidson tattoo on her belly above her happy trail, while Jeri was dressed in a lacy white teddy that was reminiscent of doilies. Lisa continued to inhale my impaler, alternating with a bit of nibbling on the underside of my worm's head and pinching my fuzzy balls. The twins lay down in from of me, revealing two of the most beautiful pussies I have ever seen, each covered with downy red pubic hair. Holding back an orgasm, I suggested, out of breath, to Lisa that she should stand up and face the chalkboard and let me take her from behind. She was only too happy to oblige. She strode over to the chalkboard and tore off her clothes with reckless abandon, exposing the most incredible body in the Americas. Just the sight of her rosebud-tipped scoops of vanilla ecstasy was enough to cause some precome juice to dribble from my cockhead. Add the sight of her undulating buttocks to those golden globes, and you can imagine the frenzy to be found in these loins. I raced over to Lisa and was ready to enter her. The warmth and smoothness of Lisa's velvet vise made me lose my mind. I pumped away at her while Jeri licked and nibbled my balls. I was straining to hold back the geyser as I continued ramming away at Lisa's love hole. She squealed in ecstasy, pressing herself against the chalkboard harder and harder. Tension filled the air and the scent of sweat and love juices made us all gasp and groan in unfettered delight. As she moved away from the board to engulf my stone-hard member to the hilt, I saw the imprint of her face and sweaty tits in the chalk residue. Twitching and throbbing in delight, my wang was having the time of its life in Lisa, probing ever deeper like a wildcat driller in search of oil. I was about to unleash my pent-up jism into her when she pulled away and knelt in front of me, motioning for the twins to join her as well. All three of them then began taking turns sucking on my dork, starting with Janey, who cleaned it up with her teasing tongue. Each girl played with herself while doing this, and the vision of a trio of dripping fur pies was more than I could bear. I had to have them all. I gasped that they should lie on the floor with their legs spread wide to receive my engorged staff. I dropped to my knees and began alternating thrusts, first into Lisa, then Janey, followed by Jeri. Shrieks of delight left their mouths breathlessly, and my own inhalations were increasing in tempo to a true delirium. I could not hold back more that a few seconds now. I pulled my purple penis out of Jeri's pussy, and all three coeds sat up with their mouths open, waiting for my steaming cream soda. I closed my eyes and let out a primal scream so loud that I'm sure everybody in the psychology building heard it. Then we all collapsed, totally exhausted. Suddenly worry knotted my guts. I looked up at the clock and saw that there were only two minutes before the start of the next class. I quickly dressed. They left the room and I straightened out my lecture notes for the next class, anticipating midterms with fiendish delight. ß ¥end.Å Charts - Introduction ®¹ß § C H A R T S Å å¹ß ¿ by Ace of Damian Å Hello and Welcome to the Chart-Introduction. We thought about a little chart in every issue of THE JUNGLE and you are asked to vote for it! Please take a sheet of paper and write down your favourite things. No, not your favorite cars or girls, we wanna know your top five of: The best Group, the best Demo, the best Trackmo, the best Game, the best Coder, the best GFX-Guy and the best Musician! Your name will be published as a voter in the mag. To vote,you can take the official vote-sheets or a normal piece of paper. On the backside of your vote, please write some news of your or another group. If you want, you can also send swapping-offers to the guy, responsible for the Charts at: ACE OF DAMIAN --------------- SOEREN GREINECKER HAMBURGERSTR.32 W-2090 WINSEN/LUHE GERMANY And now something completely different : THE RULES !!! 1) Don`t vote for your group or any release or member of it! 2) You can write a list of thousands of people on your vote-sheets, but only the first five will get Points! 3) Don`t vote for any release or member of DAMIAN! I think I don`t have to say that you shouldn`t try to cheat the Charts, coz we want the really best to be in the Charts and it doesn`t risk your life, when yer not in it, got it ?? Ok, I`m waiting for your votings !!! ¥end.Å The Charts ¤¹ Ð T H E C H A R T S Å ¹ß VOTERS In this Issue of THE JUNGLE the chart can`t be taken serious, what you might recognize when you look at it or the voterlist. We didn`t spread the Voting-Sheets before the first Issue and the result is that only three brave DAMIAN-Members are responsible for the Charts. These guys are: ACE, FRIENDLY and MINDBLAST. Why did only three DAMIANs vote? Hmm, a good question! Well, the other guys living in Winsen (Mattrax, Omnitron, Essub, Parrish) are not so much interested in scene and, for example, they think that FACET is a new washing-powder. The guys in Austria didn`t have time, motivation or any knowledge to vote. In the next Issue you`ll see a real Chart. To make it possible send your Vote straight to Ace of Damian at: Soeren Greinecker Hamburgerstr.32 W-2090 Winsen/Luhe Germany --> Best Coders ... Here are the best Coders, voted by 3 guys! ³1 - The Spy/Crionics¹ 2 - Chaos/Sanity 3 - Lone Starr/Spaceballs 4 - Laxity/Kefrens - Azatoth/Phenomena 6 - Performer/Melon Dezign - Dan/Anarchy - Hornet/Alcatraz 9 - ? 10 - ? 11 - ? 12 - ? 13 - ? 14 - ? 15 - ? Best Demos ... Here are the best Demos, voted by 3 guys! ³1 - Anarchy"3D-Demo 2"¹ 2 - Quartex"Substance" 3 - Anarchy"Hardcore" 4 - Sanity"Elysium" 5 - Phenomena"Joyride" 6 - Sanity"Optimum Fuckup" 7 - ? 8 - ? 9 - ? 10 - ? 11 - ? 12 - ? 13 - ? 14 - ? 15 - ? Best Games ... Here are the best Games, voted by 3 guys! ³1 - Pinball Fantasies¹ 2 - Monkey Island 2 3 - Another World - Turrican 2 5 - Indiana Jones 4 6 - Dynablaster 7 - Flashback - Unreal 9 - ? 10 - ? 11 - ? 12 - ? 13 - ? 14 - ? 15 - ? Best Graficans ... Here are the best Graficians, voted by 3 guys! ³1 - Facet/Anarchy¹ 2 - Cougar/Sanity 3 - R.W.O./Kefrens 4 - Havok/Sanity 5 - Uno/Scoopex - PGCS/Alcatraz 7 - Angel Dawn/Scoopex - Cruiser/Sanity 9 - ? 10 - ? 11 - ? 12 - ? 13 - ? 14 - ? 15 - ? Best Groups ... Here are the best Groups, voted by 3 guys! ³1 - Anarchy¹ 2 - Melon Dezign 3 - The Silents 4 - Kefrens 5 - Spaceballs 6 - Sanity 7 - Phenomena 8 - Andromeda 9 - ? 10 - ? 11 - ? 12 - ? 13 - ? 14 - ? 15 - ? Best Musicians ... Here are the best Musicians, voted by 3 guys! ³1 - Tip&Mantronix/Phenomena¹ 2 - Jester/Sanity 3 - 16-Beat - 4-Mat/Anarchy - H.C.O./Skid Row - Nuke/Anarchy 7 - Moby/Dreamdealers 8 - ? 9 - ? 10 - ? 11 - ? 12 - ? 13 - ? 14 - ? 15 - ? Best Trackmos ... Here are the best Trackmos, voted by 3 guys! ³1 - Silents/Crionics"Hardwired"¹ 2 - Melon Dezign"Human Target" 3 - Alcatraz"Odyssey" 4 - Razor 1911"Voyage" - Spaceballs"State of the Art" - Kefrens"Guardian Dragon 2" 7 - Anarchy"In the Kitchen" - Budbrain 1 9 - Sanity"W.O.C." - Budbrain 2 11 - Spaceballs"Wayfarer" 12 - ? 13 - ? 14 - ? 15 - ? 0No More Demos? ®¹ § N o M o r e D e m o s ? Å°¹ ß ¥ by Friendly/Damian Å As I tried to vote for the 'Charts' in this Issue, I came to the 'Best Demos' section. 'Well', I thought,'what cool new Demos do I know?'. And, what a strange thing, I didn't know any. Am I lame? Do I know a shit of the scene? Haven't I received the latest Demos? A look into the Eurocharts: Some good oldies in the top five, like the great Substance or Sanity's Elysium. And so I asked the question: NO MORE DEMOS? In the last few months we saw great new Trackmos and Musicdisks, but I saw no Demos (YOU?). Is it so cool to insert a disk and to see immediatly that your extra memory is detected? Or maybe a cool loaderpic appears. That's o.k., but I think many Trackmos can be smashed into one file and released as a Demo. I am not a coder, but short Trackmos like 'In The Kitchen' must run as one file, mustn't it? For example, Demos would raise the quality of packs a lot. I remember the times when I was able to load a pack more than one time, because a good Demo was packed on it. Everybody says 'Make quality packs, not quantity' but how can a swapper make quality packs without quality Demos? Got the point? A good example is the 3D Demo II by Anarchy, which runs as one file, though it contains some great effects. To all you megacool groups out there: If you plan to release a new coding Masterpiece, why not trying to release it as a Demo? ß ¥end.Å ,Loser or Lamer ®¹ß ÷ L o s e r O r L a m e r Å ¹ ß Ç by Ace/Damian Å åLoser and Lamer ... nice nicknames for not liked people in scene. But let`s think about the meaning of these words. Loser-hmmm! What do they mean with a Loser? When we look into a dictionary we`ll see that it must be a poor guy with no friends and nobody likes him. So in scene it should be a "POOR LOSER", not a "DAMN LOSER" like it`s said. But who or what is a Loser? I often heard that people who just bought their computer and don`t know anything are told to be Losers. Do you think them to be Losers because they bought their set? Well, it definitly sounds like this. But you also bought your computer someday and then you have been a Loser, too! Sad but true. Do you hate a guy who bought his computer and wants to get in scene? Maybe he makes his way straight to the top and then he remembers your words about himself as a Loser and when you come crept to get a few disx he`ll laugh at you and just ignores you the way you did it with him. Everything could be possible-nobody is a superman the day he buys his computer-set! What about Lamers. Another look into the dictionary tells us that this must be a guy who`s not very fast! But what`s it about in scene? Who is the normal Lamer? A swapper who needs two or three weeks time to answer your sending? A Grafician who needs one or two months for a picture to get it finished? But why are the people lame who enjoy their free-time and don`t want to sit in front of the screen the whole day? That sort of people is everything but lame. Maybe the people talkin` bad about this sort are too ugly to get a girlfriend and too fucked-up to have friends outside the scene, maybe because they only talk about computer-work, even to the guys who don`t even have one. When you listen around you sometimes can hear that Lamers should be people who aren`t good in computer-things and say or think to be very good. This statement can also be seen in many sights. A group or guy below your standard is lame. How this would look like, or end-watch this example. A guy from DESIRE talks about TEK to be lame. A guy from SPACEBALLS talks about DESIRE to be lame. So the good DESIRE are lame, like they told about TEK. Now a guy from SANITY talks about SPACEBALLS to be totally lame, and so good old SPACEBALLS are in the crowd of Lamers too. A guy from SILENTS tells about SANITY that they are so lame and so-bye bye SANITY! Now a guy from ANARCHY chills the example and whuup-the SILENTS are lame in his opinion. That`s the way it goes and so almost every group is told to be Lame by someone! To all groups I mentioned: DON`T BE ANGRY- THIS IS JUST AN EXAMPLE !! When you tell someone to be a lamer you gotta remember that there`s always a guy who`s better than you and calls you a Lamer. So finally-why do we fight against people who use their free-time not only for computing and people who are not as good as we? They can become much better and then they talk about you to be lame-just look at the example. For this I only took groupnames, coz if I had taken whole names it would have got trouble with the mentioned people. So why don`t you stop talking bad things about people who are in the same scene like you or want to be. You can name them beginners if you want. What we need in scene is much more friendship and nothing of that Loser- and Lamer-nonsens! ß ¥end.Å -No Quality-Cracks! ®²÷N o Q u a l i t y - C r a c k s ! Å°¹ ß Ç by Ace/Damian Å åDo you remember the time, not very long ago ... you got some games with more than 2 disx, maybe an adventure, and you put in in the diskdrive and play for hours and hours without any crash of the program. How nice it was! But what`s it all nowadays? You can bet that almost every cracked game is broken somewhere, maybe at the intro, maybe at the beginning of the game or maybe when you played for an hour. You need only one broken file to get the program crashed! Why must that be? - Because of the big number of cracking groups, or the groups that think to be one. The competition who releases the game first is much to big and the crackers don`t have much time to make quality. What counts is the number of the games you release a month - and that`s bad! Why doesn`t at least one cracking-group work for quality? There are many talented ones who could do it! What about SKID ROW or CRYSTAL? Why don`t they try to work for more quality? Because of their names. They are wellknown and have many people who sell or buy their releases, and if another group releases it before them, their traders leave and join another group. So they don`t get enough money to supply originals and can`t crack so many games. Now more and more traders leave and so the group dies (I normally don`t know much about the illegal sector but a friend of a cracking-group told me). So, why doesn`t a small group take their chance and try to crack for quality and only release fixed versions? You can also put it on the boards as a fixed version. So your group will become wellknown for quality and that`s always good! ß ¥end.Å .Swappers Are Not Lame! ®¹ß Ç S w a p p e r s A r e Å Ç N O T L a m e ! Å°¹ ß Ç by Ace/Damian Å Swappers are everything but not lame. Hello Mr.Super -Coder, -Grafician or -Musician with the opinion that swappers are lame ... this article is written for you, that you think about your words and make up your mind! Why do you think that these guys are lame? Only because you can`t see their work on the screen? Well, it might be right that they are not productive the way you are, but what would a group do without a swapper or a modemtrader (they are also told to be lame) - NOTHING. You can be good as hell but who knows it when there are no guys to spread the new releases. And: Every swapper is in scene, what you can`t say about every other guy. Swappers have friends and contacts all over the world and they get new stuff regulary. What about the other Artists, do they get stuff regulary? No, they get it from Swappers ore Modemtraders. Swappers are also the best guys to be a leader. They have contact to the scene and so they know people that might like to join. Swappers can work for Diskmags very good, as a news- supplier for example. Swappers work much more for the group, coz they work every day. I hope these are enough reasons to make you see that swappers are not as lame as you may think. ß ¥end.Å