Chapter 7

The Government had instituted a special bonus weekend for all teenagers between the ages of fourteen and seventeen. During this weekend, they would be transported to a Rock Resort where various drugs and ultra-psychedelic material was dispensed free of charge. In this manner, the youngsters could give off steam while under proper supervision.

Furthermore, various good deeds which the youngsters performed during the year were paid off in week-end bonuses, so that it was entirely possible for a shrewd teenager to spend almost ten weekends a year at a Rock Resort.

The highlights of these resorts were the Four Dimensional Sexual Cinemas. These remarkable inventions initiated the youngsters into a view of erotica which would make sure of a healthy outlook. Furthermore, it was more than the normal cinema, it was participatory cinema the youngsters themselves being the fourth dimension.

After the weekend, the youngsters were encouraged to write about their experiences and many of these essays were printed in the youth newspaper, a planetary weekly which concentrated on events in the sub-culture.

One of the most interesting and lueid of these memoirs was written by a fifteen year old girl named Joan V.

Her essay concentrates on her reactions to the four dimensional cinema and gives a point-by-point description of the salient features of that process.

In The Cinema by Joan V.

I am seated in a room, all alone, My clothes have been removed and I feel free and happy, my body almost purring in the darkness.

Suddenly, a screen appears on one of the walls and the figure of a naked man is projected. One after another, two other walls light up with the cinema, and each of them show the same man.

He begins to talk to me while doing a series of movements, telling me that sex is good, telling me that my body is the most beautiful thing in creation.

I listen to him. I believe him. I feel a stirring in my body a gnawing for something more. Then the screens are darkened. When they light again, I see another dimension of his body-I see into his body and the whole glorious network of veins and arteries and electrical impulses that control his behavior.

The screens go dark and when it lights again, I see the third dimension. This dimension is his sexuality. The screen roams lovingly over his organs, caressing the shape of his globes and the angle of his male lance which rests gently between his legs. I see his tongue, up close, and it begins to wriggle for my knowledge. Soon the screen goes blank and I am alone, all alone with my thoughts.

The man appears on all three screens again. My eyes roam from screen to screen, trying to decide which one to watch. My head whirls with the motion and my neck begins to ache.

He begins to talk to me:

"Stand up."

I stand and wait silently, knowing that he is far wiser than me.

"Spread your legs."

I obey him, and spread my legs, keeping my precarious balance.

"Love yourself, rub yourself, feel the juices rise in your body."

All three screens were talking to me. I put my hands between my legs, afraid at first, but then began to rub slowly, feeling that part of my body gradually begin to heat up.

"Rub, rub, until you feel yourself whirling into a different dimension." There was a fire there now, and my fingers pried apart the lips of my flower, to feel the steamy heat emanating from it. I was beginning to tremble and I felt a profound joy coming over me. Even though I am still young, I suddenly was a woman, "Leave yourself alone."

I stood there, trembling, my vagina aching for the return of my lingers but I had to obey.

Suddenly, the screens went dark and a second later I found the same man who had appeared on the screen in the room with me.

He walked swiftly over to me and began to stroke my sex.

"Do you want to become an adult or do you want to remain a child?"

His question was insulting so I opened my legs and let my thighs wrap around his hand so that the lips of my vagina would be caressing his fingers.

"An adult," I said.

He moved away from me. A second later the screens lit up and I saw myself on the screen-squatting on all fours like a dog.

"Do it," he said.

Gingerly, suddenly afraid, I squatted on all fours. He moved behind me and began to stroke my flanks as if I was a bitch in heat.

"Walk around the room," he commanded. I walked and saw the images on the screens walk also.

Then he bent over and grasped my buttocks brutally in his hands, holding them like quivering grapefruits in his grasp.

"Lift, lift," he cried out.

I raised my back so that the glistening lips of my flower were exposed. Turning briefly to the side, I saw the screens with my image on them and they were in the same position. I knew of the invention of future-films, where the camera takes what will happen rather than what does happen--but this was my first experience with it.

He licked me once. Just the touch of his tongue against my sex sent me quivering and I began to weep.

"You are here to become an adult. You are here to become an adult who can maintain the magic of childhood and yet mature."

I turned to the screens on them I was being entered the column was slipping through deep inside.

A second later it happened. I felt the shock of the blazing tip and then the lips of my flower seemed to cringe as the inches of flesh rammed home.

He had begun to pump into me and the whole room went spinning. There had been others, but only boys of my own age. This was something else, this was beautiful and exciting beyond my wildest dreams. I became wet and sticky as it plunged in and I kept driving back into him for more.

"Now," he cried out and sent his hot seed into me, pouring from his weapon and totally inundating my body. I was stretched out on the floor, weeping and sobbing from joy, my hands flat against the wood.

The room became dark and all vanished, the man, the pictures, and my curiosity. I needed rest, a chance to recuperate.

Strains from a rock group filtered into the room Soon I recovered from my total exhaustion, and my feet began to beat time with the music. I waited anxiously for the screens to appear. I had to see my sexual future.

He was in the room again, suddenly, without warning, like an animal that moves through the woods so swiftly and so silently that no one can detect him.

"Are you looking at the walls? Don't. The next image you see will be totally different. It will be the image of the fourth dimension. You will become inside yourself."

It seemed that he was talking nonsense, that he was trying to confuse me. I smiled at him and my eyes were forced between his legs, to where his weapon rested, the very one which had split me apart in a moment of lust.

His penis called to me. Now it seems stupid to use a metaphor like that but at the time, it seemed right; it literally forced me to it.

Reaching him, I cupped my hands and let his globes rest in my palms. I shivered; they were so springy and light. I had to taste them. They were small bits of ice cream hanging together. I had to taste them. Kneeling down in front of him, I flicked my tongue and tasted the flesh.

"Are you a child?" he grinned, his question eating into my soul, mocking me. The old hatred toward adults crept into me and I wanted to remind him of the revolution only fifty years ago, before war was outlawed, when the children had run wild and strung up the adults on poles, and impaled them on flower stalks.

But I couldn't retort, for no matter what he said the reality of his flesh was more important. I opened my mouth and let one globe roll against my lips.

My mouth was inching toward that swinging glory. It was beginning to stir even before I touched it, beginning to whisper to me, to call me to it. I turned my lips into a circle of love and slowly let the flesh pour itself in. It crept in soft but after a few seconds of my tongue, it grew erect and began to pound and pulse in my mouth.

"You are no longer a child."

It was my mouth which was making him say that and I felt all warm inside. My teeth made tiny marks of passion on his column and then I began to move my mouth back and forth over his flesh in a rhythm that was slow but pounding; a rhythm like a lead guitar, that twisted his flesh and made him moan.

He had been too sure, too sure that I was only a child, but now he knew that the children have more to give.

Now he knew the power of a child, he felt it as my velvet lips slid over him. As for me, it was beyond belief the taste the shape the sheer vulgar beauty of that flesh was something I had never known before. I wanted to eat him up, I wanted to keep that live thing in my mouth forever, to be thrown from side to side by its threshing.

There was a new music pounding in my ears, a music far more powerful, far more basic than the music played by the rock groups. It shattered all my thoughts and all my defenses.

I sucked on him, sucking on his veins, sucking on the tender muscles which were pulsing under the skin. I felt it grow and grow and then I felt it shiver and a second my mouth was filled with his glorious liquid, the seed played on the insides of my cheeks and made me fall to the floor, unaccustomed to the taste.

Then something spun in my head. Everything seemed to be going round and round. When I opened my eyes I could see myself in the center of the room, lying on the floor.

It had happened. I had entered the fourth dimension-I was on the wall, in a movie screen. I was myself who was looking at myself. I thought I was going insane and I savagely beat my face in an effort to restore the sanity of the world.

Then all was quiet and black. I awoke finally in the same position as when I had started. Once again there were only three screens lit up and they showed a picture of me fully dressed.

What had happened? How was it possible to become the image itself?

All these thoughts came to me as I dressed and returned to the dormitory. I was in a fog sifting out all the details of my strange adventure. Then I saw him, sitting near the bar sipping a drink. It was the same man who had been my sexual partner, he was the "movie star" of the whole show.

"What happened?" I asked him.

He pushed his drink to one side and looked at me in a friendly manner.

"I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you."

Was he insane? Or was I insane?

"Of course you know me." I was blushing as I remembered the taste of his love and the thrills of his organ as it slid in and out of my mouth.

"Perhaps you've made a mistake?"

Look," I cried, grabbing his hand and thrusting it between my legs. I could feel the pressure of his hand, the same hand, through my panties.

He stood up and walked away, mumbling something about the vulgar young. At first I was destroyed by his actions but then I realized what had happened, I realized the whole purpose of the cinema. It was to show me that the fourth dimension could come anytime there was love-anytime there was an erotic passion that transcended the commonplace. I smiled as I realized how much I had truly learned. Walking back to the dorm, I could see the organs of the future, I could see my mouth discovering freedom of the male.