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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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