Author: Sterling
Title: Every Two Minutes
Summary: Girls who have recently gotten their first period must
play a central role in life.
Keywords: ScFi, Mf, Mg, Mf, Mg, ... rape, cons

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.
 
First posted 9/20/2009, new header added 8/24/2010.
 
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Every Two Minutes

Albrecht Smith was the master of genetic performance art, and
manipulated the human genome in certain isolated populations to
create "interesting effects".  In this case he changed men so
that they could not ejaculate except in the vaginas of young
girls during the fertile phases for a year or two after puberty,
during which times they gave off a distinctive alluring smell. 
He eliminated all STDs.  And in typical Smith fashion, he made it
hard to leave the game:  Men get very ill if they went too long
without ejaculating, and the only permanent cure was castration.
To see the development he wanted, he had the effects come on
slowly.

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At first men were reluctant to admit it.  They had sex with their
wives, their erections were fine, they felt as much pleasure as
ever, but they had more and more trouble coming.  Many sought out
doctors, who very quickly found it was a nearly-universal
phenomenon.  Frustrated men sought out other women to see if they
could restore their masculinity, but to no avail.  They also
started getting increasingly uncomfortable.  In any society there
are many men who do not regularly have intercourse; some just
have lost interest in sex and stopped thinking about it.  Some
have pledged themselves to celibacy.  Others relieve their need
by occasional or frequent masturbation.  But they all became
increasingly aware of their genitals and a growing discomfort.  
For boys the problem started at puberty.

Not many girls who are just getting their periods engage in sex,
normally.  Some do because they are the victims of abuse. 
Abusers of these girls discovered they could still ejaculate just
fine on certain days, but were not eager to publicize this
because it would require admitting to their abuse.  Initial
rumors of the special power of these young girls came from boys
of roughly the same age who were having sex with them.  Not only
was John having sex with Sonya, but he was actually ejaculating
inside her sometimes!  His pal Mark was having pain in his
testicles and hadn't been able to come with the girls he knew, so
John cajoled Sonya into letting Mark do her, and he actually
came!  Sonya had no desire to be a slut, so she did not consent
to any more boys -- but some found her and when she had that
delicious smell they raped her.  Indignantly she reported it and
got sent to the emergency room for tests.  Males passing nearby
could smell her, and while many gritted their teeth and ignored
this temptation to relieve the discomfort they were feeling, a
few went ahead and raped her too, and the others got to see how
relieved those men were.  Once the barrier to rape had broken
down, and men were doing it without punishment, the floodgates
opened.  If a girl had already been raped by five men, all of
whom felt ecstatic as their pain left them, the temptation for
the next man to rape her became irresistible.  In a middle
school, uncomfortable boys could smell a girl as she passed, and
she was irresistible to some.  And once a couple boys raped her,
the temptation to join in was very high.  Chaos reigned.

So girls stayed home during the middle of their cycles.  But a
father and a brother who were uncomfortable could smell her, and
the temptation was strong.  Some of the girls also understood how
uncomfortable their fathers and brothers were and volunteered or
at least reluctantly consented.  But most didn't, and some
fathers and brothers didn't respect the girl's wishes.

Society then cleaved strongly along gender lines.  Women gathered
young girls to protect them.  Men got more uncomfortable, and
some got sex but most didn't.  A great many had themselves
castrated, though that was obviously a terrible step to take. 
Some who didn't died.  Men sought out the female bastions and
stormed them.  There were deaths.  Capturing a ripe young girl,
groups of men would rape her until they were all satisfied. 
Within a day or two she didn't help them any more, but they kept
her because she would come around in another month -- if she
didn't get pregnant.  They gathered collections of girls.  Other
men who were near agony learned of these collections and attacked
to get access, leading to pitched battles.  Many young girls
committed suicide.

Martial law was declared.  Out of the chaos, through many
skirmishes, protests, and unworkable schemes, a stable system
finally developed.

----------
Ellen had just gotten her first period, and along with the
yuckiness of the blood and the pain of the cramps, she felt sick
anticipating what would come next.  When she told her mother she
had gotten it, her mother hugged her and Ellen burst into tears.
Her mother held her for a long while.  Cramps and yucky blood
were no worse than they always are for girls, but in about two
weeks her sex life would begin in a manner that every girl
dreaded.  As soon as her period stopped, she started using a
dildo until she was large enough for a rather large penis.  She
would not feel physical pain on penetration, a small but real
comfort for the indignity she would have to suffer.

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Jason was 45, and his discomfort was turning to pain.  His
testicles hurt, because last month his allotment ran out ten days
before the end of the month.  He had sex with his wife Jan when
she really wanted to, including last night.  The sensations were
pleasurable, despite the ache he was feeling, but of course he
couldn't come, which was frustrating.  His email was set to tell
him if a suitable mate became available, and Saturday morning
when he heard the "new mail" tone, he raced to look.  He clicked
through to the site, took a quick peek at the girl and clicked
the "Yes" button, then took off in his car.  The GPS directed him
to her, a mere five minutes away.  It was a private home, and
when he arrived there were already a dozen cars parked outside. 
He parked, got out and ran to the door, beating out someone
walking more slowly.  A man came out the door, breathing a little
heavily still, with a smile on his face.  This girl was only
allowed to hold court in her house because there was sufficient
parking nearby.  Most girls went to facilities designed just for
the purpose, small buildings surrounded by large parking lots.

In the living room were a half dozen men, none talking.  One was
getting dressed.  Two were undressing, and three were naked. 
Against one of the walls were some still pictures of porn, men
with adolescent girls, and on a large-screen TV a porn movie with
the same theme was playing.  The naked men were fondling
themselves, looking at the movie.  A rather hefty man and a
shorter bald man had erections, a third older guy was working at
it.  A far door in the room was tended by a doorkeeper, a man
with an official badge and a handheld.  "Name?" he called across
the room.  "Jason".  He started undressing.  Then the far door
opened and a naked man came out, panting, with a softening penis.
 The hefty man immediately went through and closed it behind him.
 The doorkeeper spoke to the one who had just come out.  "One
minute, thirty seconds".  That man nodded, smiled a little, and
collapsed on a sofa.  The man with the handheld said "Carl next,
Eric to follow".  After a minute or so the man who had collapsed
on the couch started getting dressed.  Jason's penis was
responding splendidly to the porn.  The hefty man came out a bit
later, and while Carl rushed in, the doorkeeper said "Four
minutes, ten seconds".  The hefty man looked a little
disappointed as he collapsed on the couch.  He waited a little
longer before getting dressed to leave.  Finally it was Jason's
turn.

Inside the room was a naked girl. She was lying on a special bed
with her legs apart.  The girl was fairly small, with small
breasts and hips that were wider than a boy's, but not by much. 
She had a mane of blonde hair above, some dark pubic hair fuzz. 
There were tears in her eyes, and she looked kind of dazed. 
Jason knelt to put his nose to the sacred spot between her legs,
and smelled that amazing wonderful smell available nowhere else
on earth.  A thrill possessed his loins.  Then he lifted himself
up on the bed, and lowered his body, sliding through her slick
labia into her vagina.  He slid in deliciously until the whole
length of his penis had disappeared inside her.  He started
thrusting, and let out some grunts as his pleasure built.  He
could see his shaft disappearing between this girl's legs, up
into her body, faster and faster.  Then he climaxed with
something between a roar and a shout.  The first spurt was
painful because it had so much semen in it, straining against his
inner membranes as his muscles shot it out.  The next two were
also copious.  And the relief in his testicles was enormous.  But
he didn't want to linger in the afterglow.  It was important to
get out of the room to let the next man in as soon as possible to
keep his time down.  As he pulled his penis out, plenty of fluid
came with it and ran between the girl's legs.  The special bed
had a hole under the spot with a pot to catch what dripped or
flowed out.

There was another person in the room, whose presence he had been
aware of all along, an older woman holding the girl's hand
because it was her first time.  That in itself was exciting.  She
said "Watch how loud you shout".  Jason nodded, opened the door
and staggered out, another man rushing in.  "52 seconds", said
the man with the handheld device.  That was a record for him and
would be helpful.  He collapsed on the sofa long enough to
reflect on the intensity of the pleasure he had felt, but even
more important the lightness -- the pain in his testicles was
gone.

-------
The woman glanced down to see that the semen running out of Ellen
had coated the bottom of the pot after only an hour.  The semen
delivered into Ellen was kept for research, but rarely for
artificial insemination because no one could be sure which of the
men would be the father.  The woman stroked Ellen's hair and
asked her how it was going.  Pain?  Not really.  Getting used to
it?  Trying.  The gatekeeper outside cut off the stream of men
for a while so Ellen could have a break.  Use the bathroom, take
a quick shower, have a drink.  But within twenty minutes she was
on her back again, and the next long hard penis came through the
door, trailing a man with some degree of discomfort in his
testicles -- and lust in his heart.


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Every girl from the time of her first period had a duty to make
herself sexually available during her fertile days for a total of
16 hours each month.  This duty extended for a maximum of three
years, though it almost always ended sooner when she no longer
excited any men enough to ejaculate inside her.  Each man was
entitled to ten minutes a month of sexual access to a girl.  This
number was chosen because no man was at risk for permanent damage
going for a month without ejaculating, and for most men ten
minutes would allow at least two sessions.  Those were the basic
requirements from girls and allowances for men.  Pregnancy was a
definite possibility for ovulating girls with pints of semen
flowing through their vaginas, but the girls were far too
valuable to lose their initial precious fertile months to
pregnancy.  They either got IUDs or took a morning-after pill
such as RU-486.

Male health and basic comfort required sex with a very rare
commodity -- girls during their fertile periods during a few
short years.  Society required service from all of them.  As
young men had been conscripted into armies for centuries, now
adolescent girls were conscripted.  The time commitments were
modest and the danger of lasting physical harm was small, but the
emotional toll was high.

It is not in the nature of adolescent girls to want to have sex
with hundreds of strangers, nor is it in the nature of people who
love them to force them to.  Mothers wanted to protect their
daughters, as did fathers -- even though they had to have sex
with the daughters of other men.  To combat the problem of
various forms of escape or avoidance, girls from age eight or so
were fitted with a small bio-monitoring device and a transmitter.
 The device would tell roughly when their fertile period was
beginning, and the girls were responsible for getting some man to
give her a sniff to get the exact time right.  Society dealt as
gently as they could with girls who didn't cooperate, realizing
how repugnant it was to their natural inclinations.  So if they
tampered with or removed their transmitters or simply hid, they
were locked up in environments that were reasonably pleasant
where they could keep learning and socializing.  Then they were
always available on their fertile days.  And if they wouldn't
cooperate, they would simply be put in restraints while the
stream of men had sex with them.  The threat of the additional
humiliation was enough to get almost all girls to cooperate.

Like most social arrangements, this one became routine.  Girls
shared their horror stories of their first time receiving
hundreds of penises.  And first time or not, they had stories to
tell of old men, fat men, ugly men, handsome men, boys just
entering puberty.  Kind, apologetic men, or nasty, leering men. 
Long penises, short penises, skinny penises and fat ones.  Men
who barely slid in and made lots of fast little thrusts.  Men who
came in the same motion their penis entered.  Men who surged in
all the way, came out almost all the way, and surged in again, in
a slow rhythm.  And of course the many men who jammed in all the
way, pulled out almost the whole way, and jammed back in as fast
as they could, in a total frenzied "fuck their brains out"
approach.

Girls also felt grown-up, having passed a true coming of age
milestone.  And they were aware that they were the object of
desire by no end of grown men, and their bodies had the power to
captivate and satisfy those men.  Some of the men were handsome,
some boys were cute.  Older girls and women also reminded them
that for the rest of their lives their sexual experiences would
necessarily be a bit incomplete, since boys and men later would
never achieve orgasm with them.  And then there was the matter of
the sexual pleasure itself.  Traumatized girls do not enjoy sex,
but as the hours and months went by and it became routine, there
was the friction from penises going in and out, tugging on labia,
pubic bones bumping clitoris.  The girls felt pleasure and they
often had orgasms.  Some had orgasms several times.

Rather quickly the government program was modified and expanded
to accommodate tastes.  Some men preferred doing it from the
rear, and so did some girls.  Some girls preferred doing it in
the dark, and so did some men.  Some men liked to fondle their
girls, some liked to be able to talk dirty to them.  Girls could
reduce their time commitment if they allowed these things, and a
man's time allowance was similarly shortened.  A minute spent
with a girl whose breasts he could fondle might take 80 seconds
from his allowance.  Some girls were just not very attractive,
and not so many men signed up for them; in that case the men
could get a break.  Three minutes for only a minute off of their
allotment.  In this case the girls did not have extra added to
their requirement because the lower demand was due to
circumstances beyond their control.  Supply and demand governed
the adjustments, so that girls' desires and men's desires meshed
fairly efficiently.

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Stan and Tara wanted a baby, so they waited until Tara was
ovulating, then went to what was jokingly referred to as a  Bait
and Switch facility.  This featured a large central room with a
girl in it, and a dozen doors around, each leading into a small
bedroom.  Stan and Tara entered their bedroom through an outer
door, then started kissing and tenderly massaging each other.  He
sucked breasts, he licked her clitoris until she came, she
fondled him, took his penis in her mouth giving him exquisite
pleasure, and then he entered into her, beginning a slow rhythm
highly pleasurable to each.  But they each had an eye on a red
counter on the wall which indicated how many couples were ahead
of them.  Stan's erections lasted a long time, but there were
limits.  He was getting pretty excited when the counter moved to
"1".  It then switched to a green "0", and they could hear the
door to the inner room unlocking.  He sucked briefly on each of
Tara's nipples in turn, then began a vigorous thrusting, and Tara
had a fine big orgasm.  He kissed her, and pulled out, opened the
door and went in to the central room.  There was the girl, on her
back, legs spread, smiling.  Stan took a deep breath of the odor
between her legs, then lowered himself on her and entered her. 
However pleasant it was to be in Tara's vagina, this was on a
different level, and his penis responded accordingly.  He entered
a growing crescendo of ecstasy, thrusting hard into the girl as
far as he could go, then he felt stirrings in the tubes and ducts
inside his body, then he lunged up inside her and spurted again
and again.  He collapsed beside her for maybe fifteen seconds,
enjoying her presence, but then he got up and stood, still
panting.  The girl took a fair-sized syringe and slid it up
inside herself, sucking out the fluid.  She then handed it to
Stan with a smile, and he took it back to Tara through the door
which locked behind him.  He worked the syringe into her vagina,
and then staring tenderly into each other's eyes he pressed the
plunger to deliver his semen, hopefully to start the baby they
both wanted.

The girl gave herself one douche that killed sperm cells so none
of this man's leftover sperm would get mixed in with the next
batch.  She then gave herself another one that flushed the
sperm-killing douche away so her vagina would be kind and
nurturing to the next batch of semen.  She then pushed her button
to give a green light and open the door of the next couple.  She
waited for the hopeful father to use her body's magic to let him
release his sperm cells, then give them back so he could take
them back to where they were really needed.  Men giving semen for
purposes of artificial insemination used the same procedure but
the little vials the girls handed them went into the freezer for
later use.  Men were granted extra minutes when trying to
conceive, and many girls liked this service better because of its
inherent connection to creating new life.

----------
Everyone abhors prostitution and shudders to think their daughter
might end up in that position, but in this society things
shifted.  The young girls were universally condemned to
spectacular promiscuity -- endless gang rape from another
perspective.  Girls discovered that while being a semen
receptacle for sixteen hours was degrading and disgusting,
another eight hours wasn't all that much worse.  And what was so
wrong with getting a financial benefit?  Those extra hours could
be very lucrative.

The simple way to make money was to take another girl's place.  A
girl who was especially traumatized by her duty, rich or some
combination of the two could pay another girl to meet some of her
obligation -- but by government regulation no girl could escape
entirely, regardless of how rich she was.

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After her first two fertile periods of the required sixteen
hours, Ellen was used to it, and decided to look into some more.
First she worked a few extra hours and got an extra $300 per
hour, the going rate for helping meet another girl's obligation.
But Ellen was very pretty, she connected with the physical
pleasure inherent in the sex, and she was charming.  She could
make a lot more.

Under her parents' light supervision, she registered with
GirlMatch.com.  She had a little high quality video footage taken
of her naked body by itself and during sex, both showing her
conversing and flirting with a man.  She gave an estimated date
for her next fertile period.  Then she clicked the "Publish"
button and went off to do other things.  When she returned a mere
two hours later, she had a staggering 975 bids.  She set a filter
for a minimum of $20 per minute and found she had 948 remaining.
She tried $30 and found she had 902.  Astounded, she kept going.
At $100 per minute she had 155 bids.  This was already $6,000 per
hour!  Her first resolution was to pay other girls to do her
government time for her.  Next she broke her applicant pool into
tiers to look at specifics.  The guys also had videos of
themselves from various angles and including them having sex with
a girl.  They also included the size and shape of their erect
penis.  For the 45 that were at $500 per minute or more, she
scanned and found two that just gave her the creeps, so she
rejected them flat-out but accepted the rest.  For the crop
offering over $300 per minute, she accepted about 70% of them,
rejected 10%, and with her father's cajoling made a counteroffer
to the others.  $400 for this one, $350 for that.  She began
relishing her power.  But reviewing all the applications was time
consuming and got to be boring,  Having learned her tastes her
mother and father did lots of the screening for her, and she just
reviewed them very briefly.  The men also signed up for an
expected time and a maximum time.  As all the sites suggested,
she would get a new man every two minutes.  She assured her
parents she could keep going for a full 24 hours after accounting
for brief rests, so at the end of a few days she and her parents
had lined up 720 men.  At the average of $80 per minute, she
would gross $115,200.  Then all she had to do was wait for her
fertile period to arrive.  Her father did sniff tests every few
hours, she moved to the luxurious rented suite as the hour came
near, and the emails went out.  Men signed up for approximate
times.  Those paying the higher rates got priority.

The rented suite was arranged much like the Bait and Switch
center, with a dozen doors leading off the central room.  Behind
each was a private room where the men could undress and get
aroused as they saw fit.  Ellen wore a light blue embroidered
silk blouse which was unbuttoned and partially hiding her
breasts, and a knee-length pink gauzy skirt.  Her first man
arrived, naked, with a pulsing erection -- at the rates they were
paying most of the men arrived that way.  She smiled, and he
smiled a rather lecherous smile.  He parted the shirt to see her
breasts, and slid up the pink skirt, and in no time it seemed he
was inside her, pressing urgently.  He came in about 15 seconds,
smiled and left.  His total time in the room was a minute, and
that was what counted.  The next man was in shortly.  Unlike her
public service, she had seen each of these men on video at least
briefly, and knew she would not be shocked by an especially
strange or frightening-looking man.  She also saw the ratings
other girls had given to these men for questionable behavior and
she had rejected those with poor track records.  Within the first
hour she had received 30 penises and 27 doses of semen up inside
her, which came oozing and flowing back out.  Three of the men
couldn't come.  A couple others had taken a while, and she had
experimented by telling them they were hot and handsome and she
would love it so much if they could splat a little mess of sperm
up inside her most private and intimate spot.  That and some
tender hair-stroking was enough for them. Men satisfied in that
way would give her excellent reviews, raising her desirability
and price for the next month.  Included in the stream of men were
some very sexy ones, some of whom went on for two or three
minutes, and a couple of times she had an orgasm.  She took a
short break every hour or so, and an occasional half hour for a
meal, but she was aware of how much money she could be making. 
And although it was just below the surface of her awareness, she
was a female animal in heat and she really liked the men's
bodies, their urgency, her ability to satisfy them so profoundly
-- and their penises, stretching her vagina just enough, filling
her with their warm, hard but smooth length, the urgent motion,
and filling her with the seed of life.  Basically, she loved
being fucked.

And as the day wore on, her availability and estimated wait times
were updated.  She finished all 720-odd men in 21 hours, but
declined to take any last-minute stand-by men.  She was
apparently sexy enough that these men had finished a little
sooner than they expected.  She was also exhausted, and slept for
the better part of a day.

--------
There was a movement fairly early on.  Instead of a girl's first
sexual experience being on her back fucked by hundreds of men,
there could be an intermediate step.  Girls' bodies were at a
premium during their fertile periods, but nothing prevented them
from having sex at other times too.  Her actual first intercourse
could be with a sympathetic, gentle man.  Such a man also had
acting ability and could impersonate and mimic the sexual
behavior of a wide range of men.  He could never come, of course,
but he could fake orgasms any number of times.  Girls were also
given vibrators and encouraged to explore their own sexual
response.  Some of the government arrangements allowed girls to
use vibrators, especially in doggy position, though men got a
slight discount and girls paid a slight premium.

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There came a day when Ellen's telemetry reported she was near
ovulating, she set up her schedule and prepared to receive her
line of men.  But despite being excited, a few of her clients
couldn't come.  They were sorely disappointed and wanted their
money back -- clients who couldn't come were always sorely
disappointed, but as it became clear it was her and not them who
was the problem, she was required to do so.  By the next month
she no longer had the magic smell or the magic power.  But at
$100,000 per month, even the eighteen months she ended up
enriched the family substantially.

Many girls in that position could celebrate -- and there was a
standard kind of party that developed just for that occasion, not
too different from a Sweet Sixteen party or a Coming Out
occasion.  While few missed their required service, many missed
the more creative private arrangements.  A great many missed the
money.

There was a way to ease gradually out of large-scale lucrative
semen-catching sex, and Ellen took it.

----------
Frank was a single man.  A few years ago he had had to give up
the standard government program because he couldn't get it up
with other men watching, then he found he couldn't get it up by
himself either in a low-end private program where he had his own
private "ready room".  Like many men, his next step was to engage
prostitutes to accompany him as he went to a mating center. 
Prostitution among older girls and women didn't have the stigma
it once did either.  All the women had been spectacularly
promiscuous when they were girls, and there was a clear and
pressing need.  These men were not just seeking titillation, they
were try to keep healthy and avoid going under the knife to
become eunuchs. So prostitution was a fairly respectable
profession.  He could meet a woman and engage in the usual
foreplay.  She could caress him, and give him oral sex. 
Periodically an indicator would come on asking him if he was
ready for a  girl, and he would keep declining.  But when he
occasionally had a nice hard erection and was thrusting in the
prostitute and a girl became available, he pressed a button to
accept, and then he would pull out of the prostitute, hurry
through the door to the waiting girl, and after a deep sniff of
her crotch, would mount her and achieve not just orgasm but a
huge relief.

But he was starting to have an erectile dysfunction problem that
ordinary prostitutes and Viagra weren't helping.  Castration was
looming on the horizon, but he first went to a top-of-the-line
facility, a branch of the Rising Expectations chain.  A man
filled out a questionnaire giving his best guesses about what
would help him and different arrangements were planned
accordingly.  A beautiful young girl met him at the door to his
suite and introduced herself as Ellen.  She encouraged him to
sniff between her legs, and he did take in a very alluring odor,
though not the full magic odor of a Girl.  She let him slide his
hands down her shirt and feel her breasts, and slide his hands
over her stockings as he felt up under her dress.  She let him
work his fingers inside her panties.  It was all exciting, but
his penis still didn't respond.  He sucked her nipples.  She
kissed him all over.  She took his limp penis in her mouth.  She
talked dirty to him.  After a break she gave him a backrub, and
they took a turn in the Jacuzzi.  That seemed to start turning
him around.  Ellen sucked his penis in earnest, with expert
swirling strokes as he sat on the side of the Jacuzzi.  He kept
his hand between her legs as she nudged her crotch against his
hand gently, rhythmically, seductively.  His member started to
rise and reached full erection.  He turned Ellen around and got
his penis into her from the rear, and he started thrusting away
-- like a real man again.  He pressed the button to indicate he
was ready, and seconds later the green light came on.  The bed
they were on moved by electronic controls, and Ellen expertly
guided it through the door towards the girl, Frank thrusting away
the whole time.  And there was the girl, quite a pretty one who
was smiling at him.  The girl stood and presented her crotch so
he could smell it.  His penis hardened a little more.  At his
request, the girl turned around into doggy position herself,
right beside Ellen.  He pulled out of one doggy and plunged into
the other.  He felt the extra special allure of a girl, and while
he started getting nervous wondering whether he could keep his
penis up long enough, Ellen stood beside him, gently rubbing her
breast against his arm, nibbling his ear, and telling him he was
a handsome, virile man, and how she was a little disappointed
that this other girl was getting the benefit of his penis instead
of her.  And she whispered "She wants you hard and deep, and she
would love it if you could give her a load of your sperm, way up
inside.  Fuck her!  Fuck her!  Harder!  Go with it! Relax."  The
girl had turned enough so that he could see that her face was
slack with sexual pleasure.  And then Ellen gave him a sweet
little kiss as she reached behind to lightly stroke his straining
testicles.  And then he felt his loins open, and he spurted up
into her three, four, five times.  The orgasm was spectacular but
the relief was far greater.  He was panting, dizzy.  He couldn't
afford to stay long with the Girl, as her time was very valuable,
but Ellen steered their bed back through the door to their
private room.  Following his lead, she lay down beside him and he
hugged her tight, squeezing, sniffling, then sobbing.  Ellen was
calm about it.  She stroked his hair and told him to let it all
out.  And Frank did.  And wonder of wonders, his penis rose again
half an hour later.  Ellen saw it and smiled, and asked if he
would honor her by sliding it into her vagina, or if he would
prefer, into her mouth.  He took the vagina, and lay on her,
possessing her as she lovingly smiled up at him.  His hard penis
parted her tissues and filled her up.  He wasn't going to come
again any time soon, but he savored the moment of being a full
man, a man whose hard penis could fill a young girl.  He lost the
erection a few minutes later, but treasured the memory.  Ellen,
at the top of her profession, earned $2,000 for the two hours of
work, and he tipped her $1,000 from gratitude.  She wasn't a Girl
any more, but she enjoyed the money, she enjoyed her success at
helping Frank get it up and get it off -- and she enjoyed the
closeness and the touch for herself.

Frank might end up castrated, but he had some hope if Ellen and
some other girls could help him through.  As men approached 60,
the pain lessened, then disappeared.  Most men made it into their
old age retaining their testicles even as their sexual
performance waned.


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Samantha was giggling.  From above her she heard

"Oh baby, you're so hot, such a good fuck, aaahhh, mmmmm, Yes!".

"I'm so sorry, dear, you have to go through this...  There,
done!"

"Unnnh, unnnh, unnh, unnh, unnnnh..."

Silence, but eyes fixed on her in a meaningful gaze, then
becoming dreamy and vague.

She felt the full weight on her, hugging her back and squishing
her, and just lots of heavy breathing near her ear.

"Jesus forgives our sins, it's just for my health, I'm so sorry,
Aaaaaahhh!"

"Mmm, mmm, ... I'm almost there .... oooo, unnnh, almost there
... ooo, can you give me a squeeze?  Thanks! Ahh, thanks", and a
big sigh.

"I'm fuckin' your cunt, fuckin' your cunt, keep those legs
spread, that's it, ooooh, you cunt, you're mine, I'm takin' you,
here it comes, cunt, unnnnh, unnnnh, AAAAAAAAHHHHH!".

But there was only one person on top of her, her big sister
Ellen.  They were both in jeans, but Ellen's pelvis was against
Samantha's and she was humping away in different rhythms for each
one.  Samantha was ten, and her time wasn't far off.  Partly this
was fun, and partly Ellen wanted to make the future as easy on
her sister as possible.  Girls often played in this way with each
other, as the big girls shared their experiences in a humorous
way.  Because while the men were getting their own pleasure at
the expense of the girls, they were also showing themselves at
their most vulnerable.  Men and especially boys learned to sign
up with girls they did not know, lest they be teased about their
own quirks.

But despite all the humor, adjustments, money to be made, and
pleasure, there was the primal act.  Although later she had a
career like Ellen's, Samantha started out in government service.
She mostly took it from the rear in the dark, using a vibrator. 
One penis would fill her up and thrust wildly, then pull out as
she felt the semen oozing out of her.  Another would be there
within seconds it seemed, this one huge, and she bit her lip as
it rammed in deep, but fortunately he didn't take too long.  This
next one was sweet.  He fondled her breasts and joked about
marrying her.  His normal-sized penis took regular gentle
strokes.  She switched the vibrator on, and as he sped up and
moaned more, she cried out with her own orgasm, and he came
seconds later.  She had a low bed to rest her body against in
doggy position, and she actually dozed off a few times.  The
penises kept coming and coming, coming and coming.


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