Author: Sterling Title: I Never Met a Man I Didn't Like Summary: There are a few girls and women who just love sex. Sex with any man or boy as long as it's sex. They free themselves of all traces of shame and come together in an organization called "Just Do It". Plenty of boys and men are interested, and the girls do their best to give them all a shot. Young, old, sick, healthy, rude, considerate -- everyone. Keywords: Mf, MF, mf, mF, cons, het, preg ,humor, group, orgy, death by fucking NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 8/14/2020. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories from before 2016 here: /files/Authors/Sterlin g/www/ Sterling ============================================================ I Never Met a Man I Didn't Like The van cruised slowly down the streets of Railroad Yards, a town of a few thousand people. The van was much bigger than an ice cream truck -- more the size of a big camper. But like an ice cream truck it played music as it went. The song they used most often was, "Why Don't We Do It In the Road?" On the side of the van was the organization's name, "Just Do It", and their slogan, "I never met a man I didn't like." When they stopped, a middle-aged man in a T-shirt and jeans hurried out of his house, a big smile on his face. The side door of the van slid open and a handsome young man said, "Welcome!" "Hi, hi... It's true, we can just do a girl for free and she likes it?" "That's the way it works, yes. Just go down this corridor. There are three doors, each with a picture of the girl inside. Pick one and go on in." The narrow hallway was on the left side as you faced the rear. "Oh, Anne, yeah, Anne!" he said after looking at the picture on the third door, and entered. Anne was 14 years old, with long blond hair and big blue eyes. "Hello!" she said. "Let me fold down the bed." She released a latch and a panel on the wall eased down into horizontal position. The girls had been talking in the lounge area and had gone back to their little rooms just as the van stopped. "Would you like to have sex?" she said with a smile, shrugging off her gown. She had a slender body with small breasts that weren't all there yet, barely noticeable hips, and a fair amount of downy pubic hair. "Oh... yes, yes! I mean, if you don't mind. You don't mind, do you?" "No!" said Anne with a little laugh. "I like men, I like cocks, and I love getting cock in my pussy." "Oh, jeepers!" said the man, kicking his shoes off and pulling down pants and underpants. "Oh, what a nice one..." mused Anne. She stroked it gently, and it hardened noticeably. She lay back with her legs apart. "Here's where to put it!" she said, holding her pussy lips open. "Cripes!" said the man with a big grin, kneeling on the bed before letting himself down into position. His left hand slid briefly over her left breast and then her right. Anne guided the cock tip to her opening. "Come on in, the water's warm!" she said. The man grinned and pressed, and his cock eased in a few good inches, and then he began a quick fucking motion, in and out. "Oh, that's nice... that's real nice..." he said. "I love feeling it in there, in and out... hot and hard like that. So.. do what comes natural, OK? What would you do to try to make me pregnant?" The man pumped in and out more insistently. Anne said, "A nice big load of sperm... That's what's natural. Way up my pussy... That's what I love..." The man groaned and gasped. He kept thrusting, but his pace slowed. Then he pulled back, his slick cock appearing. "Thanks so much," said Anne. "That's just what I wanted. You like it too?" The man nodded enthusiastically. They could hear voices outside. "Someone's in with Anne but he should be out shortly." "Catch you another day, maybe?" said Anne, putting her robe back on, as the man pulled on his underpants, and slid into his shoes. "Oh, yeah!" he said with a grin and left. --------------------------------------------------------- A boy entered who wasn't much older than Anne. "Holy shit!" he murmured. "You're looking pretty nice yourself!" The boy was a bit heavy, with glasses. He gave her a sort of dirty look. "No, really! You're male, and that's great. I'm a female... I love males." "Oh, wow..." he said, sitting on the bed. He leaned in gently for a kiss, and Anne kissed him for a few seconds. "Not too much kissing," she said, pulling away. "We have other parts that need attending to." He smiled and proceeded to strip. Anne let her robe fall open and slid out of it. "Wow, look at it. It's so great!" she said, admiring his cock. She lay back and he knelt between her legs. His hands went over her breasts, not too hard but not exactly gently either. "Can I, you know..." he said, pursing his lips. "Sure!" she said. He leaned forward and licked her left nipple gently, then crossed to her right one. After several seconds of each, he sat back up and began caressing her girl lips down below. "It goes right in... there," he said, gently spreading her lips to reveal the pussy opening inside. "Sure does! And I'd love to feel you stick it in there." At those words, the boy gasped and shuddered, and sperm shot from the tip of his organ onto Anne's stomach. "Oh, no..." he groaned. "It's fine!" said Anne, sitting up. "Sperm.. I love to see it and sniff it!" she took some in her fingers and sniffed it. "So... full of life..." Anne cleaned up the sperm with some tissues. "Yeah, yeah," he said, "but I feel like an idiot. I ruined everything." "No," said Anne. She began stroking his sticky cock gently. Within seconds it started growing visibly. In under a minute it was hard. "Let's try again," she said. "You sure?" said the boy. "Sure!" she said. She guided his very stiff cock down to her pussy lips and inside. "Oh, that's nice..." The boy began pumping in and out. "Wow... oh, wow," he said. "So nice," she said. "That's what a girl needs... that's what a boy needs to do... so basic, so much just who we are..." "Uh, what about you?" he said. "Oh, don't worry about me! I love it just the way it is. I have orgasms sometimes, but no need now. Your needs are more primitive... You shouldn't have to hold back... That's it, fuck it in and out.. You can go harder if you want." The boy looked at her with wonder, then jammed in harder, then a little harder on each stroke. "That doesn't hurt?" "No way!" she said. "I'm meant to take it.. hard like that... Oh, yeah. The harder you fuck my pussy, the better it feels. It's part of the act of sex... And then you finish up by giving me a present... I'm sure you've got plenty more sperm in there... Well... shoot it into my pussy!" He looked at her with wonder as his hard jabs got even faster. Then he jammed in deep and held his cock there, holding completely still and not breathing. She could just barely feel a few twitches as his balls unloaded up inside her. She smiled... she'd gotten it again, and he looked so relieved and fulfilled. Another male spurting out just what he needed to deliver, just where he needed to deliver it. He slowly let himself down on her, still holding most of his weight but letting his head rest on her chest, turned to the left side. His cock stayed buried deep inside her and it was still hard. She patted his back and he slowly caught his breath. He raised his head and looked at her lovingly, then moved in slowly for a kiss, but she turned aside. "We've done the deed, like good breeding animals," she said. His cock was getting soft. He laughed as he got up. "Yeah, eventually." "Hey, I got to see the stuff of life shooting out once, and then I got to feel it shooting out inside. An extra treat." "You're amazing," he said as he left. Anne knew from the sounds that Cathy next door and Sarah two over had also been getting good cock pokings and sperm deliveries. She heard no voices now, and emerged in her robe. Cathy and Sarah were seated in the common area. "That's all for here, I guess," said Kyle, the young man who had served as greeter. He returned to the driver's seat and the van eased out into the street, off to its next location. "Everything go fine with you two?" said Sarah. Sarah was a real adult woman -- 26 years old, in fact. She had sizable breasts and hips. When Anne had first joined the team, she figured all the guys would want Sarah and none of them would go for a skinny girl like her whose sexiness wasn't really all there yet. She was 14 but a late bloomer. But she was very wrong. Cathy was 16, noticeably more developed than her but by no means a fully mature woman. And the three of them were equally in demand. "Yeah, fine," said Anne. Cathy nodded. "One guy wanted to do me from the rear while I talked dirty to him. That was kind of fun. He slapped me once on the butt, but when I said no he apologized and didn't do it again." All three of the girls had panic buttons with two settings. They called one "mild panic" and the other "panic panic". In her 3 weeks so far, Anne had never had to press either one. After they were silent a while, Cathy said, "So, are we whores? I never wanted to be a whore, but some of the kids at school..." Sarah said, "It's going to be hard for society to adjust, but they're working on it. I like to get fucked and to make guys happy. I'm not expecting anything in return... beyond the fucking, that is," she added with a smile. "Prostitutes do it for money, and I guess whores are different but mostly they want to be liked or approved of or something. 'Never met a man I didn't like' is a brilliant slogan, and I'm with it all the way." She looked at Anne. "You feel like a whore?" "Not me. I just want to get it, and want to make the guys happy. My second guy blew his load before he got it in. But I calmed him down and a minute later he was ready for another go and got it in that time... And delivered." She smiled. "I was a 'problem child'. Got in trouble masturbating in public. Playing 'doctor' with the boys and wanting to really do it. But none of the boys wanted to. The trouble was I was horny. Just plain horny, more than all the other girls. And so now I can be who I really am." "That's great," said Sarah, looking at her thoughtfully. --------------------------------------------------------- "Just Do It" was the name of the organization. Francine Anderson was the one who started it. She was reading about rape and "MeToo" and harassment, and she said to her brother Charles, "It doesn't seem right. I love sex. I want to get pumped and fucked by every guy I've met. Who was that guy who said, 'I never met a man I didn't like'? That's how I feel." Charles nodded. "And you've proven that... what is it by now, four hundred times?" Francine waved her hand dismissively. "I stopped counting a long time ago." Charles was silent a while. "We should do it. Create an organization. Not many girls are like you, but I bet a few are. Not prostitutes, not cynical whores looking for something in return. Just girls who like to do it and make men happy. If a guy gets horny, he can go to one of you instead of harassing some woman -- or worse." Francine nodded. "I suppose you'll think about all the good it will do. I just get wet thinking about all the guys I'd be able to have. That universal STI vaccine thing makes it a lot more carefree now." Charles was the kind of guy who could get things done. The web provided a way to find these women who were rare to begin with and typically got hostile reactions if they did admit to their strong and indiscriminate sexual desire. He got some grant funding for screening and outreach, and funds for renting suites in cities, and vans for outreach to smaller areas. A pilot project in Austin, Texas suggested a drop in rape and harassment complaints. He reached an understanding with law enforcement about the underage girls, as long as they went through thorough screening, including parental approval. No one worried much about underage boys who might visit the girls. Sex offenders were an interesting case. Some of them could win early release from prison if they agreed to wear 24-hour video and audio monitoring equipment, with one very sweet addition: Every month they were clean, they could have sex with one of the Just Do It girls. A remarkable amount of bad male behavior really was about trying to get sex, and if they knew they could get sex with a young, gorgeous, enthusiastic partner once a month, that eased things a lot. --------------------------------------------------------- "Notice: Are you a single guy? Ever thought of fathering a child? The old-fashioned way? Let us know and we'll screen you and put you on our list. When one of our girls next comes into her fertile phase, we'll let you know and schedule a time for you. Everyone gets a chance, and may the best sperm win! We'll take your genetic profile and notify the winner. You could even visit your son or daughter now and then if you wanted to." David was doing Stephanie from the rear, pounding in and out hard. He'd been at it for fifteen minutes. "Ready to blow your load and make me pregnant?" said Stephanie over her shoulder. "Yeah, I guess... I heard that the reason guys fuck a while before coming is to force out any other sperm that's already up inside there." "Yeah, I heard that too. But I think you've done about as much of that as you can... and there are other guys waiting. Time's almost up." "Yeah, OK... I'm gonna shoot it so hard it goes right up your cervix right now." Stephanie smiled to herself. So many guys said something like that. He pumped harder, deeper, and then lunged deep. "Gotta make you pregnant!" he groaned as he held still, spewing his big creamy mess way up inside. Lots of guys wanted a chance to make her pregnant. She had done plenty of Just Do It work before she'd signed up for this impregnation program. These guys were a bit different. A bit more clinical, some of them. A couple said they were gay but couldn't resist the chance to try to be a daddy. Some of them said they didn't really enjoy the sex per se, but the hot, wet friction did its work on their penises and they delivered their loads too. She noted that difference in enthusiasm. But she'd never met a man she didn't like. Yesterday and today were Stephanie's fertile time. She wanted to have a baby, though she was going to give it up for adoption. She didn't care that much who the father was, but guys cared. They cared a lot. It was one of the Incel complaints, the inability to reproduce. So now there was essentially a lottery -- a fucking lottery. There were just a couple guys left in line. Chances were good that one of the 50-odd guys who fucked her would start her baby, if they had good sperm and did the fucking just right, though no one knew what that was, exactly. Presumably delivering a big load way up deep was part of it. --------------------------------------------------------- Anne liked trips to the institutions. A couple muscular guards stayed with the girls at all times to nip any misbehavior in the bud. Lots of guys who were dumb also had cocks that got hard and they had that basic desire to stick them into a girl. For many, nature quickly took its course and they ejaculated inside her. It was such a primal thing that it didn't take much intellect at all. Psychiatric patients were interested too, though they were screened for being in good shape at the moment of the girl's visit. The opportunity to fuck Anne or one of the other girls was a reward for good behavior. Guys with physical disabilities were also of interest. Some paraplegics looked on with great interest as they saw her licking their cocks. Some of the cocks got hard, and their owners got to see Anne impaling herself on them. --------------------------------------------------------- It was a Board Meeting of Just Do It. "Nursing homes present a great opportunity for further expanding our mission. Many elderly men aren't up for a relationship, but they'd still like to have sex now and then -- and if it could be with a hot young woman it would be a dream come true." "But... Aren't these guys in questionable health, lots of them?" "True. I said it was a great opportunity. But it also has its risks. We'd definitely need a release form, and permission of the family to avoid bad publicity. Medical ethics would require the doctors to advise against it in a lot of cases, I suppose. But if the rest of your life is to shuffle from your room to the common room to watch TV, I bet a lot of guys would risk losing a year of their life if they could do a young woman." Some of the women around the table looked skeptical. The men all nodded. --------------------------------------------------------- The man was scrawny and wizened. Most 90-year-olds are. "Hello there," said Cathy. "What's your name?" "Milton," croaked the man. "Milton Smith." Cathy had seen his name on the door to his room, but she liked to ask anyway. Milton was on his nursing home bed, the bottom part flat and the top part under his head and shoulders elevated somewhat. "Would you mind if I took my clothes off?" she said with a smile. Milton looked away a moment, then looked back. "No, no, I wouldn't at all... though this whole business is such a newfangled idea." She slipped out of her loose dress, then removed bra and panties. She looked pretty nice, she figured, and probably a lot nicer than this guy's wife had looked in the past 50 years. Milton just stared at her with a huge grin. "Can I see what you've got?" she asked. "The nurses are always looking at me, or poking or prodding so I'm used to that by now..." He lifted his hips a bit so Cathy could pull down his loose pants. "But this is different. Thinking about what it's really for." He looked at his little cock. "Oooo, so nice," said Cathy, fingering it gently. It gave no sign of filling with blood at all. "Doesn't work so well any more, I'm afraid." "That's OK," said Cathy. "I bet it used to, right? Used to get hard and go deep into the girls?" "Yeah, those were the days." "You want to feel me up at all? Here, have a breast." She laughed and leaned over so he could massage her right breast with his old man's claw. It felt fine. "Could I... Could I..." He puckered his lips in a sucking motion. "Sure!" said Cathy, leaning in a little closer, guiding the nipple to his mouth. He sucked, and sucked some more. "Amazing," he said, flopping his head back on the pillow. "Want to play with my pussy too?" she said. "Really?" he said. "Yeah, be gentle," she said, straddling him, one knee on either side of his shoulders. His hand reached in and fingers stroked her pubic hair, and then up and down her slit. "Inside? Could I poke my finger inside?" he asked. "Sure!" she said, holding her pussy lips open. His finger slid into her pussy. Hers got wet really easily, and the sight of a cock always did the trick, even if it was soft and floppy. "So show me what your penis used to do when it was in a girl like that," she said. Milton grinned and poked his finger in and out in a fucking motion, then withdrew, smiling again. "Let's see what we've got down here," she said, shuffling down a bit lower. "I think maybe it's gotten bigger!" "You think so?" said Milton. "Yeah, some," she said. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. "You know, it doesn't have to get hard to go in. You want me to put that cock of yours back in where it belongs?" "Uh, how... Sure, if you can." She used her fingers to push the floppy thing up inside her, then let herself down on him. And she saw their genitals together, her neatly trimmed brown bush on his scraggly gray pubic hair. She moved up and down just a little -- she couldn't move much or his floppy organ would slip out. "Remember what it was like?" she said with a warm smile. "Yeah, yeah, though... I never had a woman get on me like this..." "Well, you're never too old to learn a new thing or two." Milton nodded but seemed transfixed by what he was seeing and feeling. "I'm going to imagine I'm about to come, and sperm is about to come shooting out up inside me, you like that idea?" Milton nodded, grinning. Cathy moved up and down, very gently, oohing and aahing as if her excitement was building. His cock was definitely a little bigger inside her... no doubt about it now. "Oh, God," she gasped, "Fill me up with it... make me pregnant!" she said urgently, then let her gasping gradually subside. She then let herself down on him, though being careful to hold all of her weight. After a few seconds, she sat back up and smiled. Milton had a tear in his eye. "You liked that, I hope?" said Cathy. Milton nodded, then said, "But look at me... how could any woman want that!" he said, motioning down to his scrawny body and limp little cock. Cathy, stroked his cheek and said, "I can see it like it used to be. You were young and strong and virile for many years... and if I'm not mistaken, you don't lose interest in women just because you get older." Milton nodded. "You're right about that... I wonder... Have I died and gone to heaven already?" Cathy laughed, and stood up. "Wait, give me your name and address! I want to put you in my will!" Cathy smiled. "That's not allowed. We do this strictly to be nice to men. Can't have any hint of prostitution about it." Milton smiled again, then sighed. Cathy pulled Milton's pants up again, then kissed him goodbye on the cheek. A few months later a check for $650,000 arrived at the Just Do It headquarters from the Estate of Milton J. Smith. Cathy remembered him. The girls couldn't accept any money, but Just Do It could, to meet expenses. And they did find ways to help out the girls now and then if they got into a financial tight spot. They also gave some money to the local prostitutes as compensation for lost income. They gave to other charities to buy a bit of extra good will. But they put most of the money into expansion -- to meet the needs of horny men and boys in more and more places -- and to liberate those few young women who just really wanted to get it from anyone, any time. --------------------------------------------------------- Cathy lay on her back. Frank was mounted on her, and his cock was driving in and out. Fortified with Viagra, it was doing pretty well. Frank's ample belly lay between them prominently. Frank was only 73, but he had multiple health problems. "Oh, so great, so great..." he gasped, sweating. "You sure you're feeling OK? We can stop any time... I can give you a blow job." "No, no, I want to keep going!" he said, pumping away. His breathing got faster, he was panting, and then he came... She could feel the ecstasy and release in a man's muscle tone, even if she couldn't feel the sperm pulsing into her vagina. But at the same moment Frank's eyes went wide and he made a gurgling sound that had nothing to do with afterglow. Cathy reached her head up to kiss him on the cheek as she guided him off her and onto his back. He clutched his chest. "I'm a goner," he managed to whisper, "but it was worth it." She'd always known this was a possibility, but this was the first time it had happened to her. "I'll be sure to tell the baby all about his daddy," she said. He managed a weak smile... she figured he knew it was a fantasy. But it didn't appear to be an unhappy one. She stayed close against his side, pussy pressed against his hip, leg draped over his. She knew he had agreed to no extraordinary measures to keep him alive, so there was no point getting help and making his last moments consist of frantic activity all around him. His breathing became ragged, then stopped. She stayed against his side until she was sure he was unconscious, then extricated herself. It wasn't the most pleasant experience, but she was convinced that he'd died the way he wanted to. He'd died fucking. As Cathy looked at his big belly and mottled skin, in her mind she imagined the virile, younger man, full of health and hope. So many of his dreams had gone by the wayside, but the primal dream of fucking a girl... he'd had the chance to live that dream one last time. It really was true... she'd never met a man she didn't like. She reflected that while the cells of his body all died, the sperm cells up inside her would wriggle for -- what was it, an hour at least? --------------------------------------------------------- Rigorous studies soon showed that where Just Do It was active, crime was down, sexual assault was down, suicide was down, and drug abuse was down. One girl for 10,000 males was enough to make a noticeable difference. By every objective measure, the girls were thriving. They reported being happy and fulfilled too. Social conservatives were adamantly against it, of course, no matter what the studies showed. But girls like Sarah and Cathy compared notes about how many priests they had had, how many men didn't even bother to take off their wedding rings, and how many prayed fervently for forgiveness as soon as they orgasmed. Sarah even entertained a man she recognized -- she had seen him on TV condemning Just Do It in the harshest terms. But she knew the code of ethics and would never let on that she recognized him. --------------------------------------------------------- The van stopped at a high school. Sarah could hear the boys lining up outside, being rowdy and making crude jokes. That's what high school boys did. The first guy in to see her was kind of average. Average height, average weight, an averagely handsome face. He was nervous to an average extent. "Hello," said Sarah. "What's your name?" "David." You want to fuck me, David?" "Oh, that's such a rude word." "Oh, what word would you prefer?" "Make love, isn't that the right thing to call it?" "Works fine for me. Whatever you call it, I see that bulge in your pants and it makes me feel excited so I hope you'll take them off. Mind if I take this gown off?" "No..." "Looks wonderful," said Sarah, gently caressing his cock. "I've never done it before," he said nervously. "I know I'm supposed to help you get in the mood and ready and all..." "That's right, David," she said. "When you have a real girlfriend, all those things come up. She's got to be in the mood, and you've got to help her get ready. All good things, and all things you'll learn over time. But me, I'm different. I like to get cock in my pussy. I'm ready. You feel some desire to slide that in here?" she said, pointing in turn to his stiff cock and her pussy lips. David nodded enthusiastically. "Then lie down on me and slide it in. I'll help guide it..." "Oh, God, oh wow!" said David. "Yeah, pretty special, eh? Better than your hand?" David smiled, and pushed in and out. "So this time, just do what you want. You feel like coming right now, go ahead and come! You feel like doing it a while, take your time." David pushed in and out... "I want to make it last, but... I'm not sure I can..." Sarah's estimation was that in fact he wouldn't be able to hold off. "Just relax and let your body do what feels right." David's face relaxed a bit, and he shoved in and out. Seconds later he lunged deep inside and gasped. Sarah knew he was spurting and felt that little thrill she always did when a male was doing his business inside her. "So, did that feel good?" David smiled. "Oh, man, yeah!" He slid off her to the side, his slick cock reappearing. "Mind if I play with it?" David shook his head and smiled. Average cock, lasting about average for a virgin. As she stroked his cock it rapidly got hard again. "You wanted to make it last... want to go in again and take your time?" "I could? Really?" "Sure," said Sarah. She rolled onto her back and assumed again the standard receptive position of the female. David mounted and slid back in. This time he fucked in and out energetically, looking ever so happy. Sarah felt tenderness as she looked at his face. She had a strong hunch that this was what he had been waiting for all his life. Or at least in the few years that had passed since puberty ignited the lust inside of him -- years that had seemed like his whole life, as he rubbed shoulders with girls all day long, and never got to fuck any of them. Not even one. Not even once. And in all this he was average. Totally average. The encounters were timed. Twenty minutes max at a high school. The first warning chime would sound with 6 minutes left, and it was now 8 minutes. So she said, "Lots of good fuck--- oops, making love, but your body wants to finish up too, right?" David nodded and began thrusting harder. When Sarah felt he was right on the edge, she squeezed hard with her pussy. He gasped and lunged in harder once, twice, three times,...and she knew he was spurting. When he was done he held himself above her, grinning vacantly, as he caught his breath. Sarah nudged him off of her just as the first chime sounded. "You had a good time?" David nodded emphatically. "Come back and see me the next time the van comes around." "I... I might do that." "Or go for one of the other girls... variety's always nice, right?" "Yeah," said David, a touch sheepishly, as he dressed. "Bye, David," she said. "Bye," he said as he shut the door behind him. Average. One hundred percent average. Average was so wonderful. --------------------------------------------------------- It was interesting that at high schools, Sarah was the most popular one. Even if they couldn't have sex with them, these boys spent their days with girls the age of Anne and Cathy. Sarah was the different one, and more the kind of female they'd really most like to dump their sperm in. She had fully developed hips -- not huge, but big. She had breasts. C cup. "What's your name?" "Evan," said the boy. He looked more uncomfortable than usual. He looked to the side, occasionally glancing over at her. There was no bulge in his shorts. "You mind if I touch the front of your pants? I like to feel the stuff boys and men have. So exciting, compared to girls just being flat there." Evan smiled uncertainly. Sarah gently stroked the front of his pants but nothing happened. "Would you like to touch me between the legs? Where it's flat?" Evan nodded and Sarah pulled her robe back. Evan gently rubbed her between the legs, but there was no lust in his eyes. Time for a change of plans. "Sit beside me, Evan," she said, pulling her robe back to cover up. She was almost completely free from the fear that a man wouldn't find her attractive -- almost, but not quite. She let it pass. "So, maybe you don't like girls?" Evan looked pale. "You like boys, maybe?" "I don't know... Maybe... But I'd die if the other guys found out. And they'd kill me, too." "Did you like the look of Kyle, the guy who let you in?" Evan bit his lip. "Your secret is safe with me. I'll happily say you fucked me like an animal, if you like," she said. "But let me bring in Kyle. He's gay. Maybe you'd enjoy just talking with him?" Sarah pressed the third button... not mild panic or severe panic, just "please come see us." Soon she heard a brief knock, then Kyle opened the door and came in. "I'll leave you two to talk." She shut the door behind her and headed out into the lounge area. A few minutes later Kyle appeared and motioned to her. She went back into the room as Kyle left. Evan was smiling. "You two have a nice talk?" Evan smiled again, then kissed her on the cheek and left. --------------------------------------------------------- "Hi, I'm John," said the guy. "I've done a dozen girls. They're falling all over me." She suspected he was exaggerating, though he was pretty handsome. "Had a girlfriend or two. But they want it this way, or that way, or they're not in the mood, or they have to ask me about the girl who smiled at me in the hall." Sarah remembered all the drama of high school romance. "So, you want to just put all that bullshit aside and fuck me?" John's confidence actually wavered for an instant, but then he said, "Yeah! Can we... can I do you from the rear?" "Sure!" said Sarah, letting her robe drop and turning around to present her rear end. She noticed he pulled his pants and underpants down to just above his knees. But that was OK. Fucking for the sake of fucking did not require naked knees. Then she felt the nudging of a blunt warm thing against her pussy lips, and then it surged in all at once -- thick and long. She shuddered with pleasure. He grabbed her hips and jammed in and out ten times before groaning, "Aw, fuck!" as his cock pulsed sperm up inside her. And as it did, Sarah had her own warm little orgasm. Nothing big, nothing to advertise to him, but very nice. "Aahhh, that was nice," said John, pulling his pants back up. Without looking at her, he opened the door and left. Seventeen minutes were left on the timer. Funny what would make her come sometimes. Of course she was already pretty aroused from the earlier guys, but that huge thing stuffing her all at once... She smiled. She was a female. She loved getting fucked. There were no more boys waiting for a turn. "On to the next place?" said Kyle. "You and that boy had a nice talk?" said Sarah with a twinkle in her eye. "Yes, a very nice talk." He smirked. "Where next, Arlington Heights?" Arlington Heights was the rich part of town. A few of the rich guys came out, but it was mostly the carpenters and landscapers and other contractors. Sometimes the rich guys dressed like a contractor so as not to be noticed. For the actual working men, it was stealing a bit of time from their job, so lining up wasn't a good idea. But each one took a slip of paper with the name of a tune on it. A guy might know his tune was "Somewhere, Over the Rainbow", so if he heard that coming from the van speakers, he knew it was his time to sidle up to the van, get in, get into the room, slide into the luscious girl and deliver his load, then get back to work. --------------------------------------------------------- Stephanie was pregnant. Hugely pregnant. She'd had a lot of interest since her belly got big -- there were lots of Just Do It girls, but very few who were pregnant. She was on her hands and knees, and a guy was fucking her vigorously from behind. He was a bit late for the business of fertilizing his female, but he was having a good time, and she loved the sensations. Hands on her hips, cock pistoning in and out hard. The baby was awake, kicking and turning around. Yeah, it was nice feeling this connection with new life, but in practice it got kind of tiring. She was looking forward to getting the baby out of her, actually, and being just one person again. But the guy pumped into her from behind and yelled as he delivered his load -- she never got tired of that. She'd been having those Braxton-Hicks practice contractions forever, but more lately, and... this one was different. As she waited for the next guy to come in, she rested on her side. Then there was another contraction. It had been, what... seven minutes between them? She was tired and uncomfortable, but no matter what she did she was uncomfortable, and being up there in doggy position while a guy nailed her -- that was a nice distraction. It felt nice in her pussy, and she loved thinking of him getting more and more excited and then his ecstasy as he delivered. This guy pressed extra hard as he delivered, and suddenly there was wet -- wet, everywhere. Guys never delivered anything like that. "Huh," gasped the man. "What's that? You pee?" She knew she hadn't peed. Her water had broken! The baby was on its way -- which she knew might still be two days away. She had her bag all packed for the hospital, the plans all made. But there were still seven guys waiting to do her. Why wait around for the next contraction, just waiting? After he left she lumbered into the next cube to a dry bed -- it was just her today on these pregnancy rounds. And with a signal, the next guy came in. He gently moved his hands over her belly and gasped with pleasure. He mounted, shoved in and fucked. He had a thick, long one. He fucked a long time, with an ongoing commentary of, "Oh, yes, babe... Oh, that's so nice... You feel that, little baby? Gettin' some sex education... Oh, your pussy is heaven..." Stephanie had a contraction. But that was in the uterus, while this guy was in her vagina. Two separate places. She winced, then smiled. Uterus hurt, vagina felt good. "Oh yeah, oh yeah... oh, shit, honey... oh, wow, that's fantastic... oh, you hot babe... Ooohhhhh!" He came. The contraction faded. When the rest of the guys had all had their turn, Stephanie set the plan in motion and headed to the hospital. This part was going to hurt, she knew... Many unpleasant hours ahead. She had signed up for all the drugs they had. And when it was done, her baby would be whisked away to some couple who would love it and do all the work, but it would be flesh of her flesh. She didn't even want to look at it. They said if she did it might set off all these feelings. But among all the mix of feelings, there was one that kind of made her laugh and kind of didn't. After she'd given birth, she wouldn't be able to have sex for some time... many weeks, they recommended. What would it be like to have to go for WEEKS without sex? She already imagined feeling that hunger in her pussy and her relief when after so long with no cock, that first man mounted her. She didn't much care who -- she never met a man she didn't like. But she imagined him stuffing her with his cock and her relief at feeling like all was right with the world once more. And especially right when he stuffed her all the way and dumped his cum. But first, there was this business of giving birth to a baby. --------------------------------------------------------- It was a dreary day in December, rain mixing with sleet, winds gusting at times. Wherever Kyle drove the van, with Anne, Cathy and Sarah in back, there weren't any men or boys. Bad weather was a deterrent to just about any activity, but there were additional complications for Just Do It vans... men came in with cold, dripping coats or umbrellas, with the same cold and wet making every piece of clothing damp or worse. Sexual ecstasy was nice, but then they had to put on the same half-wet things and go out again. Kyle turned the music off and pulled the van over by the side of the road in a neighborhood that usually provided a good crop of horny guys. No one came. Kyle came back and sat in the open lounge area. "I'm bored!" said Cathy. "I'm ... very unhappy!" said Sarah. "I'm horny!" said Anne. "Kyle, you're a man, why don't you come back to my room with me and fuck me." "It's never good for a lady to be too forward," said Sarah. They all knew Kyle was all gay and not one bit bisexual. He said, "They could branch out and make vans for gay guys too... Of course, when a gay guy wants to fuck, there's usually some other gay guy who wants to fuck too, so there's no supply and demand problem. But that's in the cities. Out here in the sticks it's harder. And if one came to your door..." "We've got a supply and demand problem today. Too many girls, and not enough stiff cocks!" said Anne. "What about the Harrison brothers?" said Cathy. "They were awfully hot." "Amazing stamina..." "Thick cocks..." Kyle was fiddling with his cell phone. "Hello, this is Just Do It calling. Are Aaron, Zach or Ethan around?" "Hey, we were just kidding!" said Cathy. "Were we?" said Anne. "I didn't think we were kidding," said Sarah. "But the rules... calling guys..." said Cathy. "Fuck the rules," said Sarah. "They'd be delighted to see you all," said Kyle over his shoulder as he returned to the cab. "You think he's just messing with us?" asked Cathy. "Guess we'll find out," said Sarah. The van turned into a driveway and pulled up under a carport designed for tall vehicles attached to the side of the house. Anne saw a jumble of naked flesh approach the van. As soon as Kyle opened the door, Aaron, Zach, and Ethan clambered up through the door and into the lounge area. They were all stark naked! There were no twins involved -- these were three brothers aged 16 to 19 who just happened to look pretty much alike. And that was a very nice look, thought Anne as her pussy tingled and stirred. The lounge area was very full with seven people in it. The girls laughed nervously. All three cocks were starting to swell. "I'll take Sarah!" "I'll take Anne!" "I'm stuck with Cathy, but she's the best anyway." Each girl went back into her little room, followed by a naked, eager boy with an erection. The boys knew them by name, while Anne hadn't a clue which of them was which. But she eagerly tossed off her robe and lay back. Maybe names weren't so important just now. In a flash the boy was on her and his cock zooming in on her pussy and then stuffing her full, fast and hard! Oh, that felt good! He groaned and went limp. He'd come in the same motion as stuffing her! That was really exciting. Anne heard "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" from the cube next door, in a tone that suggested release. "Hey, you didn't even shut the door!" said Anne. "Who needs a shut door?" From the farthest she heard a roar, trailing off to, "Aaaaahhhhh!" "Time to swap!" came a male voice. "Later, sweety pie!" said Anne's partner, kissing her cheek as he abandoned her pussy as fast as he'd occupied it. Another naked boy came in, his cock slick but stiff. "Oh, Annie!" he said, letting himself down on her. "This is OK?" he asked quietly. "Sure is!" said Anne. "But thanks for asking." The new cock found her pussy and surged in. "Unnnnh, unnnh, unnnh," growled the boy as he pounded in and out. Faintly Anne heard grunting from the other rooms too. It was a little weird, kind of like group sex, but then she had a Harrison cock in her pussy, long and thick, and its owner was pounding in and out, sweating, eyes closed. She wasn't feeling horny and frustrated any more. She was still plenty horny, but her horniness was being satisfied. There was a groan of completion from the far cube, and then a "Cum dumped, as requested!" from the one next door. "Oooo, oooo, oooo, aaaahhhh!" said the Harrison on her. He made to disengage but Anne held him tight. "You didn't come, I can tell. You stay right here until you've finished your job!" She smiled impishly at him. The boy looked momentarily confused, but then pounded away again. She felt a little bad, so she reached her head up, nibbled his ear, and whispered, "Gimme everything your balls have got," then breathed heavily in his ear. Meanwhile, she squeezed with her pussy. The boy's voice went up an octave and he gave a strangled gasp. Now he was coming.,Anne knew. He whispered, "Thanks, you're one hot babe," as he disengaged and left. The third Harrison boy came in. His cock was half-hard. "Hey, this isn't a competition!" said Sarah from down the hall. "That's what you think!" said the voice of the brother who'd fucked Anne first. "You can't fuck me now!" said Cathy from the middle room. "Yeah, not now!" said Anne. "It was going to be really hard to... well, hard to be hard," said the brother who was now in with Anne. "But we have Plan B," said another brother. "Yep, time to use our tongues!" "You don't have to do that..." said Cathy. "Oh, but we want to." "But, that's not really part---" "Hey Cathy," came Sarah's voice. "What?" "Shut up and let him lick you!" Anne smiled and decided she'd shut up too. With her legs spread wide, the brother of the moment explored with his tongue and licked, and soon found the right spot, untroubled by whatever part of two loads of cum was leaking out of Anne's pussy. "Be sure to tell me what's good, OK?", he said quietly, as he lifted his head before going back down. This wasn't something that happened often. With the timers the way they were, mostly guys just fucked. But there were no timers now. Anne relaxed and let the sensations wash over her. "That's not so good," she said softly, "like you were doing before.... Yeah, that's it! That's it... A little faster..." She found nothing more to say, because it felt so good. The sensations kept building and building, amazing pleasure. "Real fast!" she murmured, and then she was convulsing with a fabulous orgasm, wave after wave... She shuddered several times. When she squirmed, the tongue stopped. Now her pussy felt empty. She was satisfied in one sense, hornier than ever in another. "Any chance your dick is ready to fuck again?" she asked. The head of the boy emerged from down below, grinning. She could see sex juices on his cheeks and lip, and she wiped them off as his head approached her. And then her pussy was stuffed again, filled with the standard Harrison thick slab of oh-so-wonderful meat. Anne lay back and relaxed. Mostly she was loving getting fucked again, so hard and deep and emphatically, but in the background those sensations of the orgasm lingered to make it especially nice. She heard Sarah scream with pleasure -- apparently her boy's tongue had found the sweet spot too. "I had a big, amazing one already," said Cathy. "I just was quiet about it." "Me too, I had one too," said Anne. "Uhhh, yeah, we figured," said Cathy with a laugh. Had she made noise? She couldn't remember. Those moments of ecstasy were something of a blur. The minutes went on and the boy fucked energetically. He wasn't breathing hard, so Anne figured he must be in pretty good physical condition. On and on it went. She had another little orgasm without even trying. Still the cock pistoned in and out. Had it been 45 minutes already? "There's just one small problem," she said. "What?" said her boy, slowing from hard fucking to a sort of neutral, lazy in and out. "I... I gotta pee, real bad." "Can you hold it one more minute?" "Sure," said Anne. The fucking went back into high gear, and then maybe overdrive, and then her boy lunged and gasped, his face contorted with pleasure. "OK, I'm done," he said, unnecessarily. He started to pull out but Anne hugged him close. "I can hold it a bit more... just stay a minute... lie down on me." She really shouldn't get involved in the details like this. She was in the business of making boys and men happy. Her boy had been holding most of his weight. "Squish me," said Anne. "Let me feel all of you." "OK," said the boy uncertainly. And then she felt it, a huge blanket of masculinity covering her, a prong of masculinity still deep in her pussy. She struggled to breathe and loved the struggle. It was well over a minute that she was floating in this heaven of squishedness when she moved just a bit. The boy immediately pulled out of her and off of her, smiling. Anne couldn't help kissing his cheek as she rose, on the way to the tiny toilet room. As she released and the pee gushed out of her, she thought of her boy. Some people liked to get married, she realized. Pick one guy. She wasn't sure she could ever do that, but if she did... well, this guy could be pretty nice. "Anyone else hungry?" came Sarah's voice. "Yeah, definitely!" came a chorus. "Pizza?" said a male voice. "Yeah!" echoed a ragged course of high and low voices. "What kinds should we get?" "Doesn't matter, it's all good," said a boy. "That is, if you girls don't mind." No one minded. "Just order two large pizzas for each of us," said one of the other boys. Wow, thought Anne. But that hour-long Olympic-class fuck might have taken the better part of a pizza all by itself. Since the boys were naked, the girls decided they would stay naked too. Six of them in the lounge was really cramped. The pizza came. Kyle did the transaction through the driver's door, to shield the naked six from view. Then there was a stack of 9 pizza boxes in the middle, with the six of them crammed in around a sort of U shape. As they sat, Anne looked to her left and saw a cock sticking straight up. There was another to her right. "Those are kind of distracting," she said. "Oh, sorry," said one of the boys. "No, it's OK," said Anne. "I just have a plan for how to get those ugly things out of my sight." "Huh?" said the boy to her right. Anne sat up and shifted over to her right, grabbed the cock, aimed, and sat down. The other two girls saw and laughed, and each shifted over to impale herself on a cock. That gave them more room side-to-side. Each girl was impaled on the boy who had been in her room most recently. "Cocks should be felt and not seen," said Sarah, causing a chorus of laughter. So then it was time to eat. As Anne was working on her first piece, the hand of the boy behind her reached around and grabbed three pieces, one after the other. She felt the cock getting a bit soft inside her. She lifted herself up and down gently a few times. It stiffened again. Soon the pizza was disappearing from the boxes in front of them at a slower rate. Everyone was washing it down with Coke. The other girls moved up and down a couple times slowly, like she had. "This is kind of kinky," said Cathy. "I don't see anything out of the ordinary," said Sarah. "I just see three boys graciously letting three girls sit in their laps." Anne's boy thrust upward, lifting her a couple inches. Anne felt inspired to lift herself up and down a few times. No more pizza was being consumed. The Cokes were all gone. "Are we really going to do this here, like a group?" said Cathy. "Relax," said Sarah. "You take cock up the pussy all day long... front, rear, standing, cowgirl... and you're worried about seeing a couple other couples doing it? Cathy smiled and shrugged, then started moving up and down rhythmically on the lap of her boy. He started sighing with pleasure. Sarah followed suit, and so did Anne. Anne was attuned to the moans of pleasure from the boy behind her (and under her, and in her), but watching the other four of them was kind of exciting too. "Uhhhh, more up and down... won't take long..." said Cathy's boy, and she dutifully rose higher off of him and plunged down more firmly. "Oh, God!" he groaned as he thrust, lifting Cathy a foot into the air. Anne decided to follow Cathy's example, and a few seconds later she got lifted up high, impaled on a cock that was spurting inside of her. The other guy lifted Sarah off of him a couple inches, then began frantic thrusts from below. Anne could see his shaft through the gap. He groaned and lifted Sarah up in the air too. It was getting dark out. Time to call it a day? "I know what I want," said the boy under her. "I want to lick *your* pussy!" he said, pointing to Cathy. "Mine? Oh, heavens..." "And I want to lick *yours*," said another of the boys, looking at Anne. "Oh, dear, do you really think...?" There were murmurs of protest, but Anne reflected that it was hard to protest too strenuously when you remembered something feeling so good. Soon enough each girl was back in her cubicle, legs spread wide, a Harrison head licking her out. Anne's new partner's tongue was really nice too, the motion a little different. Her loins were already very much in the mood, and she doubted it would take so long this time. And would he want to fuck her again? He probably would... And then would the other boy want to lick her, so it was even all around, each one doing all three girls? They probably would. Anne convulsed with pleasure. She didn't even need to ask the guy to fuck her... he was already up and on her and in her and pounding away in her in no time. Would this one last two hours? She decided not to worry about it. She was feeling great. She'd see how the evening progressed. So far this rainy afternoon had turned into something just fine. Nice as it was, she'd only had sex with three guys all day. Tomorrow she'd be back to quantity. Tonight was all about quality, and that was really nice too -- really, really nice. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.