Author: Sterling
Title: In Heat
Summary: As a desperate measure to save humanity from extinction,
Dr. Olson releases a virus into the population that makes girls
go into heat -- craving a great deal of sex during their rare
fertile periods. They will go to any lengths to get what they
need. Men and boys can smell their condition and are nearly as
single-minded in giving them what they want so much.
Keywords: Mf, mf, incest, group, cons, rom, reluc, SciFi

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.
 
First posted 12/5/2010
 
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In Heat

President Jason Johnson sat back in his chair, sighed, and rubbed
his eyes.  After a brief pause, he addressed Dr. Luc Olson:

"Let me see if I've got this right. You are suggesting I
authorize release of a virus  into the population."

"Yes."

"This virus will rapidly spread to infect virtually everyone."

"Yes."

"Its effects on human sexuality are profound."

"Yes."

"You don't know of any way to get rid of the virus or reverse its
effects."

"Yes, though we are working on that issue."

"But there is no guarantee you will succeed."

"Yes."

"Do you realize how illegal and immoral that is?"

"Yes, of course. But our situation is so dire that we have to
consider all alternatives."

"Aren't there promising new research directions arising all the
time?"

"The scientists who are applying for funding say that, of course,
but 85% of the American Academy of Sciences thinks the chances of
restoring normal fertility within the next ten years are under
10%."

"And could you tell me again why we need to act now?"

"It would help if I can give some background."

"We are all pretty familiar with the situation."

"I'm sure you are, but I think it helps to hear it presented all
at once."

The President sighed. "It certainly is an important issue. Go
ahead."

Dr. Olson breathed a small sigh of relief. The first hurdle was
overcome. Even when the world might be coming to an end, getting
the President's undivided attention was no sure thing.

"It is now thirteen years since the precipitous drop in fertility
-- the baby bust.

"We quickly determined that while girls and women had periods as
always, they were ovulating only rarely. There are always a
certain number of women trying to get pregnant, and we determined
that they were not succeeding even with normal sex during one of
their rare ovulations. We determined that multiple sexual
partners increased the chances of conceiving, but it took ten or
more partners to give a significant chance of conceiving.

"We have also known for a few years that girls in their mid-teens
are the most likely to conceive, with the chances of fertility
decreasing as age goes up.

"The key to achieving a pregnancy is having a girl or woman
receive dozens of sexual partners during her fertile time.
Science has done everything we could to remove obstacles and
risks getting in the way of that behavior. We have prevented the
transmission of STDs. We have allowed easy and reliable
identification of a fertile period. We have tried without success
to see if artificial insemination with a mixture of semen from
different men could have the same effect."

The President interrupted. "Do we know why that doesn't work?
That was supposed to be our ace in the hole -- so to speak."
There were a few smiles among those at the table.

"No, we don't know why. As far as we can tell, insertion of the
penis in the vagina followed by ejaculation is required."

Dr. Olson continued, "The biggest problem is getting the girls to
have sex with a great many partners. It goes against deep-seated
patterns in all societies.

"The social scientists have tried to address this problem.
Movies, TV, video games -- all the entertainment media -- have
been saturated with messages to promote a great many sexual
partners as a natural and happy experience. Persuasive essays and
inspirational speeches have been tried. As you know, a cash award
of $15,000 has been offered for 15-year-old girls if they will
have sex with 30 men when they are fertile. All of these efforts
have failed. Very few girls accept that offer.

"In short, voluntary measures simply aren't enough.

"Requiring girls to submit to sex with a great many men does seem
effective, where it has been tried in China. In democracies it is
politically unacceptable."

"That's for certain," the President said.

"This brings us to the current proposal. The virus which we have
fashioned enhances the sex drives of girls and women when they
are fertile."

"You said that before. But somehow I don't think that girls being
hornier is going to overcome the problem, is it?" The President
smiled, as did several of his advisers.

"You would think so, but in our studies, their interest really is
quite extraordinary. Quite extraordinary indeed."

"And what is the hurry, again? Why can't we wait several more
years to give you scientists a chance to work your magic to
produce a legal and moral solution, without coercion?"

"Ah, yes. Since the baby bust struck thirteen years ago, there
are simply very few girls younger than thirteen. And this is
where our latest finding is so vital. If a girl succeeds in
conceiving during an ovulation before the age of sixteen, she is
much more likely to conceive second and third children later. But
even if a young woman in her 20s conceives, she is just as
unlikely to conceive later.

"To a large extent, the possibility of a remotely sustainable
birthrate relies on girls getting pregnant while they are in
their teens. Once the youngest girls reach the age of twenty --
or even eighteen, many of us think -- our chances of keeping the
human species from vanishing are very small.

"We have to act now -- or risk going extinct as a species."

The President sat back to think. On the one hand, there was a
significant chance that the species would go extinct. On the
other, there was the prospect of social chaos, as girls became
sluts. Most voters would be very upset. The idea that his
administration would be responsible for such profound unhappiness
was unthinkable. He supposed that in time, eventually, people
might see the wisdom. The idea of girls begging for sex with men
did have a certain appeal, and this made him suppress a smile.
But he faced the voters as he came up for re-election in a mere
three years. It really wasn't that hard to make a decision.

"I hereby order that all research on this subject be stopped. I
order that all stocks of this virus be destroyed and all the labs
that are working on it be shut down. I want to make sure this
virus could never be released."

"But, sir!"

"The meeting is adjourned."

Dr. Olson's heart sank. His confidantes told him this would
happen, but it was still hard to accept.

Well, there was still plan B, and it would have to be executed
immediately.

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"Time to deploy the virus," Dr. Olson said into his secure phone
line.

"So the President approved it?"

"Yes, but he would never admit it. He told me in a private
meeting. The release must happen immediately, in total secrecy."

"OK," said his chief in the Los Angeles office, uncertainly. "Are
you sure about this?"

"Absolutely," he said.

The President had had no private meeting with Dr. Olson. The good
doctor was simply lying. He thought back to the end of World War
II, when the Nuremberg trials had established the doctrine that
following the orders of superior officers was not a defense in
the case of war crimes. In Dr. Olson's view, failure to release
the virus would be a war crime -- something worse than a war
crime. Not even a crime against humanity -- a crime against the
existence of humanity. His conscience was clear.

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Sally
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Sally Johnson was just thirteen years old.  She awoke in the
middle of the night feeling strange.  A glance at the clock
showed that it was 4:06 am.

She felt very energetic, and not at all tired.  Down between her
legs, she seemed to be glowing.  It was nothing like menstrual
cramps, which she had first had about eight months earlier along
with her first period.  It was a glow. She had never heard of
such a thing before, but she was used to surprises from her
reproductive system -- discharge, PMS, and of course those yucky
periods. She would have to look online in the morning and see
what she could find. If worst came to worst, she could ask her
mother.

As she lay awake, she thought of boys in her school.  Brian was
really cool, and she found herself imagining what he would look
like naked.  She'd never wondered about that before! And then
there was Carl, who was pestering her, and he suddenly seemed
very sexy. She would be happy to go out with him, maybe invite
him over to study. But in that scenario her hand was running up
and down the inside of his thigh, then he was reciprocating, and
in no time... What was this?  Had she turned into some kind of
sex maniac?

Even Mike, who she hated -- she imagined hating him while he lay
on top of her, driving his penis up into her vagina. How could
you hate someone and want them to fuck you? This was bizarre!

As for Will, whom she had had a crush on for months, she felt a
hunger so intense it hurt.  It was crazy -- she wanted to have
sex not just with her crush Will but with all them.  As she
thought of their bodies against hers, she shivered. She checked
the clock again. It was 4:17.

There were two males in the house. Her brother Ben was still a
kid, just ten years old, and while she felt some excitement, it
wasn't that strong. But with him she could act instead of just
thinking -- and she wanted to act. Nothing physically prevented
her from simply walking into the hall and around the corner into
his room and sliding into bed next to him. She hadn't seen what
he looked like inside his underpants for many years now.

The other male was her father.  What a horrifying thought!  But
he was right down the hall. Sally was glowing between her legs,
and the thought of his big, strong body made her breathing speed
up. But what a yucky idea! If any boy from her school was there,
she would do it with them -- oh, what was she thinking? She had
had no intention of having sex any time soon at all.

These were stupid thoughts. It was normal for girls to think
about sex more, she knew that, but this was ridiculous! She
decided she would just breathe deeply and she would soon fall
asleep.  After a few seconds, she realized she was uncomfortably
warm, and peeled off the covers. Her private parts were
especially warm, and she took her panties off. She went back to
deep breathing, and kept it up for about a minute.

She remembered the one time she had seen her father naked, when
she was five. She felt a little surge of moisture in her pussy as
the image of his dick came to her. All she had to do was walk
down the hall and go into her parents' bedroom. But her mother
slept right beside her father, so that was a problem.   Enough! 
She took a few more deep breaths.

She used to go crawl into bed with her parents if she had a bad
dream.  She could pretend she had a bad dream -- even if it was
five years since she had any inclination to do that.  It was the
best excuse she could think of to get near her father, and in a
sense this *was* a bad dream.

She stood and smoothed her nightgown down to cover her bare
privates, then padded down the hall. As she opened the door she
saw her parents sleeping. Her father slept on the near side of
the bed and she just climbed in, just like when she was a little
girl. But she didn't feel like a little girl.  Her feelings
surged.  She had intended to snuggle up with her back to her
father, but instead she found herself facing him, as he lay on
his back.  She had to push her hot privates against him.  She
just had to!

Tom woke with a start.  What was that smell?  His penis was
filling as fast as it could possibly fill.  Someone had just
climbed into bed next to him -- his daughter Sally, and the smell
was coming from her.  He needed to tell her to go back to bed.
But for some reason he couldn't possibly do it.  She was
snuggling up against him, and he turned on his side to face her.

A breast beneath her nightgown touched his chest.  When he
reached out to touch her hip, there was no nightgown and no
panties in the way. He was feeling his daughter's flesh. When he
slid his hand down to her private parts, he felt pubic hair,
showing most definitely that she wasn't a girl any more! Tom
slept in nothing but a T-shirt, so there was no cloth between
their respective lower parts.

He had no choice.  He grabbed her butt cheek to hold her body to
his. When he thrust his cock upwards, it poked against her soft
and hairy parts.  He pressed again, and it slid partway into what
had to be her pussy.  His orgasm was starting.  He thrust hard as
his penis went in all the way. Ecstasy seized his brain as his
semen shot down the length of his cock and up into Sally.  Sally
cried out, and so did he, in spite of himself.

His wife Mary woke suddenly and leaned over them.

"What's going on?" she asked. "What are you doing here, Sally?
Why are you breathing hard?" She leaned over and pulled the
covers back to see her husband's softening but slick organ and
her daughter's pussy. "What?! I can't believe it! How could you!"

Tom was confused. "I don't know, Mary --"

Mary stood. "Get out! Out of my room!" Then to her daughter, "Oh,
sweetie, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, mom," she said. The nearly unbearable tension had
broken. As she had brought her pelvis to her father, Sally had
been suddenly surprised and overwhelmed to feel something blunt
poke her between her legs, to one side.  She moved just a little
so another poke would be more in the center.  Then she felt
something enormous and hard but also smooth and soft surge
between her legs and up inside her body.  It must be her father's
penis.  It felt so wonderful and so amazingly right.  Her body
started an intense orgasm on his second surge. Her father cried
out at the same time, and then that huge penis withdrew.

"Tom! How could you do this?"

"I don't know, Mary," he mumbled.

"Your girl came to you for comfort, and you raped her!"

"I..."

"Why did you let him, sweetie? You could have just yelled..."

"I wanted it, mom. I wanted it so bad."

"Sally!"

Tom mumbled, "It all happened so fast. Mary, can you smell her?"

Mary sniffed. "No, I don't smell anything." Tom's cock was
hardening again, and Mary noticed. "What? I can't believe you
could possibly get turned on. Out!"

Sally saw her father's cock, and her desire surged again, her
pussy feeling warmer than ever. She slid to the center of the bed
and took off her nightgown completely, then spread her legs. She
willed his organ towards her.

Tom saw what his daughter was doing out of the corner of his eye
and nearly fainted.

"Tom! Tom!" Mary yelled.

Tom couldn't stand it. He rose and took Mary firmly by the arm
and ushered her out of the bedroom, locking the door behind him.

Tom understood that he had broken the ancient and powerful incest
taboo, and while he was very confused, he told himself he was not
a worse person if he broke it again.  He gently slid his body
over Sally's.

"You want this, honey?" he asked.

"Oh, God yes! Oh, please! Again!" Sally urged.

He thrust into her and she pressed up against him, and he thrust
for maybe thirty seconds.  Within a few seconds she had an
orgasm, crying out and gripping him with her pussy strongly in
rhythmic waves.

They heard pounding on the door. "Tom! Sally! Come out of there
right now!"

But the two lovers were focused on nothing but the other's body
and their union. Her pussy was literally hot in a way he had
never experienced before, her body temperature elevated. Although
he had come just a few minutes before, he shoved deep and spurted
his semen into her once more, moaning.

"Oh, thank you, daddy!" Sally said. She seemed to glow, and
kissed his cheeks.

Tom fell back onto his back. Why was he so intent on sex with his
daughter? "I don't get it, Sally... Why?..."

"I don't know, daddy, but I needed it so bad."

"What have I done to you?" Tom asked, mostly to himself.

"It was my idea, and I'm glad you did."

"Go back to bed now, sweetie," he said.

Sally reluctantly pulled her nightgown down and headed back to
her room, her mother having given up her post outside the bedroom
door.

Sally knew she wouldn't sleep.  She was thinking of those
incredible bursts of pleasure she had felt when her father's
penis was stroking back and forth inside her.  Those orgasms
dwarfed the ones she had when she played with herself.  She was
amazed that her father's penis was so huge but it all fit inside
her comfortably -- more than comfortably.  She craved it.

She heard her parents arguing. Then her mother knocked on her
door, and entered after a couple seconds without being asked.

"Sally, I don't understand. You know you're not supposed to do
anything with your father, and keep yourself covered whenever
you're around him. It's his fault, but why did you egg him on?"

"I don't know, mom," Sally said. "I had to."

"You had to? You had to?" Mary said, voice rising. "We all have
urges, but we control them, and why would you want your father?"

Sally exploded. "I don't know, mom! I don't know why, but I had
to! And I can't stand your bugging me all the time. I hate you!"
And with that she shoved her mother towards the door. "Get out!"

Startled and bewildered, Mary retreated. Sally slammed the door
behind her.

Sally tried to distract herself, with little success.  She spread
her legs and looked at her pussy. The entire area was slippery
with secretions, and there were faint traces of blood. She had
lost her virginity, but as she thought back to her father's
enormous surge into her the first time, she had no memory of
anything resembling pain at all.

After a trip to the bathroom to clean up, she returned to her
room and lay down. The clock said 6:33. But after tossing and
turning for a few minutes, she knew that was useless, so she got
up and turned the light on. She tried some music, tried texting
her friends, and looked at what was new on the internet.

She rarely wore dresses to school, but she chose one now. She
knew that she couldn't stand to wear panties as long as she felt
so warm down there, and a dress would help with the ventilation
too.

When the clock showed her normal waking time of 7:00, she went
out into the hallway and down towards the living area, not sure
what she would find. What she found was her parents sitting in
the living room in their pajamas, her father's head in his hands.
The conversation stopped when she appeared at the door.

The sight of her father took her breath away, and their eyes
locked.

"What is that smell?" he asked. He beckoned her to come closer,
and without even being asked, she raised her dress.

"Sally!" her mother shouted.

Her father's nose had zoomed to the little triangle of hair
between her legs. "I've never smelled anything like it."

Sally gave her mother a defiant stare and said, "Daddy?"

"Yeah, honey."

"Can we do it again?"

Mary exploded then, "What is wrong with the two of you!"

Sally screamed back, launching herself at her mother and
pummeling her.

"No, no, no fighting!" Tom said uncertainly, separating the two
who were on the verge of a no-holds-barred cat fight.

"I feel like doing it, Sally, but I can't," Tom said. "Let's ...
let's have some breakfast."

Just then Ben shuffled down the hall. "What's that smell?" he
asked, but stopped when he saw his parents and sister in
disarray. "Oh," he said, looking confused and putting his hands
in front of his crotch as he retreated to his bedroom.

Sally thought of that cock that he had in his underpants. Had it
been getting stiff? Was that why he had covered himself? She left
her parents and followed him down the hallway, though he had
already retreated behind a shut door.

"Ben, can I come in?"

"No!"

Sally went in anyway. Ben turned away from her where he stood,
hands between his legs.

"Is it stiff? That's OK. That's natural. Can I see?"

"No!"

She started pulling his pajamas down, and he resisted. He was
probably afraid she was going to humiliate him, as big sisters
sometimes do.

"Please! You can look at me too!"

"Sally, what are you doing?" came their mother's voice from the
hallway.

"I think we need to let them be," they heard their father say.

Sally raised her dress and said, "See?" Sally. Ben looked over
his shoulder, very surprised. "Let me see you too."

She saw his eyes riveted to her hairy girl parts. "Have you ever
seen a big girl before?" she asked warmly.

Ben shook his head a little.

"Well here I am, you can look! But I don't want you to just look.
Here, turn around!", Sally said, turning him so his bulging
pajamas faced her.

He let her pull his pajamas and underpants down. His erect penis
popped into view. "It looks great," she said. There was no pubic
hair, and it was much smaller than her dad's, but it still
entranced her.

She took his hand and led him to the bed, then lay back with her
dress spread. "Come here and put it in me!" she whispered with
excitement.

He looked surprised but he approached quickly, a faraway look on
his face.  As he slid onto her, he instinctively poked his little
penis forward, and she slid it inside. He began thrusting away.
It felt good to Sally, even if it wasn't anything like her
father. Ben started breathing hard, and he kept shoving in and
out really fast.

Sally realized that she felt relaxed with her brother fucking
away in her. That is what he's doing, she reflected.  Fucking.
After a couple of minutes he moaned, paused, then pulled out,
looking confused.

Neither of them really knew what had happened, but it seemed like
it was over. Sally hugged him, and told him he was a great
brother -- something she realized she hadn't said in many years.

As she emerged from Ben's room she saw that it was 7:25. Usually
by then her mother would be telling her to hurry or else she
would be late. She usually dreaded school, but today the images
of her classmates came back to her, the same ones she had dreamt
about during the night.

"Are you going to drive me to school?" she asked.

Her mother stared at her. "Are you kidding? Going to school,
after what's happened this morning? Your father and I are trying
to figure out what to do. I think we ought to call the police,
but I'm hoping we can work this out some other way."

"I need to go to school," Sally said. "I'm ready now."

"You are not going to school!" her mother announced with
finality.

She called to her father in the living room. "Hey, daddy, can you
take me to school?" In the past she would never have appealed to
her father after her mother announced a decision, but things were
different somehow.

"Oh, Sally, I think your mother's right. It's not a good day to
go to school. We'll call to tell them you're sick."

"I am not sick!" Sally said. "I need to go to school."

Looking back and forth between her parents, she saw she was not
going to make any headway with them.

But the school was not even a mile away. It would be easy enough
to walk. So she simply walked out the front door.

"Where are you going?" her mother called.

Sally realized she didn't have her backpack, but somehow that
didn't seem important at the moment. What was important was the
other kids -- the boys, to be precise. "To school!" she said, and
started jogging. When Brian's face came to her mind she started
running for a little while, smiling. She slowed as she got within
a hundred yards of the school.

As she got into the building, she felt a little dizzy at all the
boys around her in the corridor.  A hush came over the boys as
they stopped and sniffed. As they looked around for the source of
that arousing odor, they followed her with their eyes.  The girls
smelled nothing, but realized something was wrong and started
talking nervously. Sally got to her locker somehow.

Brian was right there, not far from her locker.  Sally felt like
someone else was controlling her, as she went right up to Brian
and tentatively pulled the front of her dress up, exposing her
lower parts to him.  The hall filled with excited chatter. Brian
stared, wide-eyed, and his rapid breathing marked tension and
excitement. After a moment's hesitation, he fished his erect
penis out of his pants and pushed Sally gently against the
locker. She felt herself tingle at his touch. She lifted one leg
so he could get at her more easily, and with their joint efforts
he thrust into her within a few seconds. The kids in the hall
were dumbfounded.

"Yes!" she whispered softly.

Within a few seconds Brian's urgent thrusts ended with one deep
one, while he groaned. Pleasure coursed through Sally's body too.

"What? I don't understand," said Brian softly as he withdrew from
her. He was suddenly embarrassed. The hallway was in an uproar.

Mrs. Morse appeared to check out the commotion in the hall, and
arrived just in time to see Sally's dress falling into place and
Brian rearranging himself, turned away from her.

"They were doing it, right there!" one girl said, incredulous,
while others echoed the observation.

"All right, all of you, move along now!" commanded the teacher.
The students all moved off slowly. A number of the boys could be
seen rearranging their pants surreptitiously -- the telltale
bulge of an erect penis could be seen in several others.

"Are you OK, Sally?" Mrs. Morse asked.

"Sure," said Sally, in a happy daze.

She didn't have any pack with her, but managed to pull out a
notebook from her locker before she headed off to math class.
Mrs. Morse decided to follow along behind. All along the way, she
saw the boys and the occasional male teacher stop and sniff, and
then eyes followed Sally. Some turned around and followed her.

Sally was one of the last ones into the classroom. She started
for her seat, but along the way she passed Carl, who was looking
especially sexy, and she pretended to lose her balance and fall
over him. He sniffed deeply and got a crazed look in his eyes as
she slowly got herself upright again, letting her hands linger in
his hair. Without thinking about it, she casually lifted her
dress and pressed her naked pussy against him.

"Sally! What the...?"  the confused boy asked.

"Can you fuck me?" Sally whispered.

"Now?" Carl asked, incredulous.

"Yes!" Sally said, oblivious.

Carl got up, eyes glued to her pussy and oblivious to his
surroundings. Sally looked around for a suitable place. With no
better option in sight, she simply lay on the linoleum floor,
legs spread wide.

"Sally!" shrieked Molly. The few people in the class who hadn't
already seen the spectacle turned, riveted to the scene.

Like a crazed man, Carl pulled down his pants and underpants,
revealing his very erect prick. He lowered himself onto the girl,
and she grasped his cock lightly to aim it. The instant she did,
his seed shot out and coated her hand. "Oh well," Sally laughed,
smearing the goop on her pussy.

Panting, Carl pulled aside.

"I can't believe it!" said some girl.

"Sally, what are you doing?" asked Molly, trying to be calm.

But from her place on the floor, Sally saw John, his erection
plainly visible as he stared at her pussy.

She met his gaze. "Yes! Please?" she said.

John needed no more encouragement, and his pants were off in a
second, he leaned over her, and slid inside.

"Yes!" Sally moaned.

"Oh God!" said John, panting. He got his cock seated in the
girl's pussy and managed a few strokes before he gave a loud
groan, coming inside her cunt.

Sally squeezed his powerful back and smiled. He lay down on her,
panting.

By then other boys had pulled their pants down, all revealing
raging erections. Sally looked at them hungrily.

"OK, John," she said, "I need another boy."

Confused, John rolled to the side, his softened cock slipping out
of the girl on the floor.

The girls had formed a semicircle, gasping and talking.

"What's going on?" asked Mr. Chadwick as he strode into the room.

"Sally's fucking all the boys, right on the floor!"

The teacher wondered what sort of a joke this was, but as he made
his way between the girls, he saw that it was no joke. There lay
Sally on the bare linoleum floor, dress up around her middle.
Steve lay on top of her, pants down to his thighs, his butt
cheeks tensing and relaxing in the motion that is a sure sign of
fucking.

"Steve! Get up, right now!" Mr. Chadwick commanded.

But Steve only sped up his thrusting action before groaning.
After a few seconds he came to his senses and rolled off, looking
sheepish, and quickly pulling himself together again as he was
aware of his teacher watching.

But Mr. Chadwick was staring at Sally, whose pussy was engorged
and leaking semen.

"Get up!" the teacher said, but Sally lay where she was.

"Can you do it too?" she asked him with a hungry smile.

He was in a group of boys, those who had already serviced the
girl sweaty and panting, others with pants down, hard cocks, and
an intent expression.

"No!" he said.

"Please?" Sally said. "Put it right in here," she said pointing
to the obvious place. "You can fuck me too, like the others. I'd
like it if you would!"

"Yeah, go for it!" said an anonymous boy.

Still the teacher hesitated, his cock filling with blood and
desperate to be set free of his confining pants.

"Well, if you're not going to..." said the troublemaker Allan,
lowering himself towards the magic pussy that mesmerized them
all.

"Allan!" the teacher said, but his voice was faltering and he was
pulling down his pants. A new round of gasps went up from the
girls.

Allan got his dick lodged in the girl and started fucking away.
He humped away for thirty seconds, longer than any of the others.

"Come on, Allan, give it to me!" said Sally. "Come in me!"

"Ohh, man, ohhh," mumbled Allan incoherently.

"Go ahead," she urged. She could see a couple other cocks over
his shoulder, and she wanted to get them into her too. "Finish
it!" she said.

Allan yelled as he let loose up inside Sally, and a few of the
girls giggled nervously. He also collapsed on the girl.

"Get off!" commanded Mr. Chadwick. Allan managed to slither to
the side, while the teacher launched himself at his student. He
was hairier and more muscular than the boys, Sally noticed. More
like her father, and more exciting.

That was just the start of her day. For hours she roamed from
room to room, eager to get fucked as often as she could.

---------------------

Sally was under observation in the emergency room. She was in a
daze, exhausted from all the sex, unspeakably humiliated by what
she had done.

"Sally," the nurse said kindly. "Your mother and father are here.
You don't have to see them, or you can see just one. It's up to
you."

"Mommy -- I want to see just my mommy," she said without
hesitation.

Her mother entered, cautiously, remembering the angry girl who
had attacked her before she left the house that morning. Sally
rose and approached eagerly. Neither sensing any hostility from
the other, Sally squeezed her mother tight and burst into tears.

"There, there, dear, I'm so glad to see you."

"I was such an... God, naked, all those boys, the principal...
How can I ever go back to school?" she said, crying again.

"You weren't yourself, honey. It was like a disease, OK? Like
this morning, too, you've never screamed at me, and you'd never
let your father touch you like that."

Sally was unconvinced, and kept whimpering. The nurse brought in
an armchair so mother could sit, allowing her daughter to curl up
in her lap.

Another of the endless hospital personnel appeared, and said,
"Sally, we have a specialist we'd like you to talk to about the
psychological part -- what it felt like and so forth. He's a man,
Dr. Feingold. You can meet with him by yourself, or with your
mother. Whatever you'd like. Do you mind meeting with a man?" she
asked.

"It's OK," Sally said, "if my mom can come with me."

---------------------

Sally laid out for the good doctor how horribly embarrassed she
was.

"Do you know what the cause is?" her mother asked.

"As far as we know, there has never been anything like this
before."

Sally cried. She was a total freak.

"But there was another very important part of this, Sally, that
maybe you're not thinking about. You acted in a very unusual
manner, but you weren't the only one. Suppose a girl had gone
into the school last week and made her sexual availability clear,
like you did."

Sally and her mother both stiffened.

"Sorry, I don't mean any harm. You weren't yourself, and I can't
think of another way to say it.

"If a girl did that last week, what do you think the boys would
have done?"

"Had lots of sex, like they did with me?"

"What do you think, Mrs. Johnson?"

Sally's mother hesitated. "No, I don't think very many would
have."

"Sally, what about the teachers and the principal? Do you think
they would have had sex in public with a school girl last week?"

"No," Sally conceded.

"You see, there's something that's not just you. It's them."

"They kept asking what that smell was. I never smelled anything?
Did I have a dirty smell? Something that makes boys go insane?"

"They all report some very unusual odor that made them very
excited sexually. But don't you see, that's not you, that's your
physical body, beyond your control. The way you acted -- that
wasn't within your control, but maybe it's hard for you to
believe that. But surely you couldn't get yourself to smell
different."

"Yeah," Sally said, then said, "So I've got a disgusting body,"
dissolving into tears.

"No, Sally, not at all," her mother said, but she thought that if
she was in her daughter's shoes, she would feel the same way.

Sally didn't become pregnant from her first heat, but she did
bear a son from her second, and later bore three more children.

======================================
Phyllis
-------------------------------

Cecily Roberts burst into the Principal's office.

"Now *we've* got a case. A girl who is begging for sex."

"Oh, great," said Grace Cunningham. Sally Johnson had had her
famous episode on Monday, the first ever. There had been three
cases in the school district on Tuesday. It was Wednesday
morning. It had been just 48 hours since this bizarre malady had
struck, and there had been no time to devise an official policy
or response. But Grace had thought it over, and she had a plan.

"Who?" Grace asked.

"Phyllis Catano."

"Where is she?"

"Outside the library."

"OK, get Frieda and Shawna and meet me there. Tell them to drop
whatever they're doing and come immediately!"

On her way to the library, Grace stopped by Sarah Grayfield's
class.

"Sarah," Grace said from the door to the class. "I need you to
come with me."

"Now?"

"Yes, right now."

"One moment, class," said Sarah, "you can start on your
homework."

"Follow me," Grace said.

As the five women met outside the library, Grace saw a semicircle
of boys, some with pants down, and through the crowd she saw a
boy lying down, his naked bottom rhythmically undulating. The
bare feet and calves she saw underneath the boy were undoubtedly
Phyllis's. She had heard the reports, but it was still shocking
to see it in person.

Grace looked at her four teachers. They were all fit, all
reasonably strong. "Get her out of there and to my office. Drag
her if we have to."

She then addressed the throng of boys. "Stand aside, everyone!"
The boys mostly gave way before the five authority figures. The
boy who was humping didn't stop. "Get up!" Grace shouted, but the
boy just went faster. But within a few seconds he evidently came,
and then he let himself be rolled off.

"Come on, Phyllis, get up," said the Principal.

She let herself be lifted to her feet by two of the women. The
five of them marched rapidly down the hall.

Grace fell in right behind Phyllis and noted how vibrant she
looked, brimming with sexuality. She had a classic hourglass
figure, shoulder-length brown hair and shapely calves. The hair
was mussed a bit, and she had a bit of dirt on her back from
where she had been lying. Just the sort of girl Grace fantasized
about taking to bed. She felt a little damp in her panties
thinking about it.

"Hey, what are you doing?" asked a boy. "She wants it!"

Phyllis asked, "Where are we going?" but Grace didn't answer. A
crowd of boys followed along behind.

Grace led them inside the main office and then into a conference
room inside.

"OK, thanks everyone," she said to her teachers. "Cecily, stay
here with me, and the rest of you can go."

Grace breathed a sigh of relief. It was a rather drastic measure,
and technically illegal, but desperate situations called for
decisive measures.

"What are you going to do with me?" Phyllis asked.

"We'll just keep you here for the day, keep you until your
strange condition passes."

"But you can't do that, I need to be out there!"

"Sorry, you're not in your right mind."

"I am too!" the ordinarily quiet Phyllis shouted. She started to
leave.

"No you don't," said Grace, and held her back. Phyllis started
struggling in her arms!

It was arousing to be wrestling with a naked girl, one of her own
students no less, but she had only a moment to savor it. She was
stronger than Phyllis and shoved her towards the corner of the
conference room a little harder than she needed to, then shut the
door behind her. Within a second Phyllis was at the inside of the
door, shouting, "Let me out!" and pushing against it with
surprising force.

"Help me, Cecily," said the principal, and the muscular teacher
joined her in holding the door shut.

Phyllis let out a blood-curdling shriek, and Grace began to
wonder if her plan would work as smoothly as she had hoped. A few
boys had followed them into the office, and now more joined them.

"What are you doing to her?" one asked.

"I'm keeping her here until she comes to her senses -- and stops
being a total slut."

"But you can't do that," said Steve, a fair-sized senior. "You
can't keep her there."

"And you shouldn't call a student at slut," said Mr. Williams,
the history teacher who had appeared among the boys. Grace
wondered whose side he was on, then figured he was on the side of
the prominent bulge in his pants.

"Yeah, you've got to let her out," said another boy.

Grace summoned up all of her authority and shouted, "We are
keeping Phyllis here until the end of the day! That is my order!
It is final! Do you understand? Now go! Get out!" Phyllis's
shrieking and banging on the door didn't help the aura of
authority she wanted to create, nor did the fact she was leaning
hard against the door, bracing herself against Phyllis's shoves.

"Sorry, it's just wrong," said Gary, straight A student and model
citizen, and he strode into the inner office where no students
were allowed.

"Get back!" shouted Grace. She was astounded when Gary shoved her
to the side, while the next boy nudged Cecily out of the way. The
door flew open and the naked Phyllis tumbled out.

To Grace's horror, Gary got up in her own face and snarled, "You
should be ashamed of yourself," fist held at the ready, but Grace
looked down, submissive, and he didn't land a blow.

"Oh, thank God. I need it!" Phyllis said, pointing between her
legs. "How can we do it?" There wasn't enough room in the office
to lie down and still have space to maneuver.

"Just bend over the desk," a boy suggested.

Phyllis did, jutting her butt up in the air. No one moved right
away. "Who's going to do it to me first?" she asked, a little
uneasy.

"Oh, shit, baby," the boy said, dropping his trousers. He sidled
up behind Phyllis and pressed his cock against her. Phyllis
reached back to help him aim better, and then he was in. He
grabbed her hips and began humping her. "Mmmm, arrgggh!" he
shouted as he pressed deep and seconds later dumped his load up
inside her pussy.

"Oh, that was so great," Phyllis shuddered.

Gary and another boy both had their pants down with raging hard
cocks, and both started to take the mating position that the one
boy had just vacated.

"Hey, me first!" shouted the other.

"No, I freed her!" shouted Gary.

They started shoving. Phyllis looked around behind. "You can both
do it, just one of you get it into me, now!"

The boys kept shoving.

"OK, Gary first!" Phyllis shrieked, and the other boy gave way.

Grace looked on in horror from the corner of the office while boy
after boy, man after man, mounted the crazed girl Phyllis.

She noticed that not one of them really saw the girl before them.
They missed her glowing skin, the delicate lines of her butt, the
artful line of the sides of her boobs as they were pressed
against the desk. They missed her straight nose and sparkling
eyes. All they saw was the swollen pussy as they aimed their
cocks, then with eyes shut or glazed over seemed to notice
nothing at all until they had blasted their seed up inside the
beautiful girl.

Of course Phyllis wasn't paying any attention to the boys either.
Grace thought she would never truly understand how a person could
look at the male body and find it exciting and sexy. Presumably
Phyllis did, but at the moment she seemed to notice nothing but
the cocks that rudely filled her pussy, one after another. No one
paid the least attention to Phyllis's clit, but the slabs of meat
pounding inside her twat were plenty to bring her off, over and
over again.

Grace often thought how much better she could make these girls
feel than the clumsy, clueless boys who they let into their
panties. But at the moment Phyllis was just a female animal, and
primitive maleness was all she wanted and all she needed.

There was a minute's lull as a traffic jam formed in the office.
The boys who had already ejaculated were relaxed and happy and
not in a hurry to go anywhere, while the others were tense and
excited and eager to get at the girl in heat.

"Somebody, come here and fuck me!" shouted Phyllis after a minute
of empty pussy. "I don't care who, just somebody!"

Grace saw the traffic problem and ventured out from her corner.
Tentatively she suggested, "What if you guys who are done go
through this door back here through that room and back out into
the hall, so the new guys can get in." This time no one argued
with her. She was no obstacle to their getting to fuck the girl
they wanted.

"Thanks, Mrs. Cunningham," said Phyllis sweetly when the traffic
jam broke, momentarily a civilized human girl. Then her animal
took over once more and she looked with lust at the boy
approaching her rear -- focusing on his cock. "Yeah, that's it,"
she said as the front of his thighs touched the rear of hers.
"Right inside, now. Ahhhh, that's it. Oh, that's so nice! Fuck me
hard, now, OK?"

The traffic jam had rapidly dissipated -- and the flood of semen
in and out of Phyllis continued unabated as well.

Phyllis went into heat three times but never became pregnant.

===========================
Anne
-------------------

It was mid-morning on Sunday and Rachel was watching the TV. Her
daughter Anne walked in and sat down. She had on a light dress,
too light for the chilly weather, and as she sat Rachel couldn't
help getting a peek underneath.

"Anne, why aren't you wearing any panties?"

"They're not comfortable, somehow. I'm warm, too," she said,
lifting the front of her dress to use as a fan as she sat, legs
spread wide.

Rachel's heart started pounding. Was she getting the disease too?
Like all the others they kept reading about?

She devised a plan. "You want to go to the mall today?" Rachel
asked.

"Sure!" said Anne.

"We have to get some chores done first, and you could help me."

"OK."

"Could you go down to the basement and move the wash to the
dryer?"

"Sure, mom," and Anne headed down the stairs.

Rachel waited until her daughter was by the washing machine, then
she shut the door at the top of the cellar stairs and set the
deadbolt. She felt sick to her stomach, and her heart was racing.

She heard Anne heading up the stairs, "There isn't any wash in
the washer." She tried the door at the top of the stairs.

"Mom, what gives?" she shouted.

"I'm right here," said Rachel, voice trembling.

"Open up!"

"Anne, listen to me."

"Can you open up first?"

"No, listen to what I have to tell you. You know how you don't
want your panties on and you're warm?"

"Yeah."

"Isn't that what happens before those girls go do that... you
know?"

"Oh, hmmm," said Anne. "I guess it is."

"Do you want to be like that, Anne? Giving your body away like
that?"

"No, mom," Anne hesitated, "I guess not."

"So, I'm figuring if I lock you down there then no matter how
crazy you get, you'll stay safe, OK?"

"Well, ummm, OK, but I don't want to be in the basement!"

"But you know how girls will do anything to get free?"

"I hadn't heard that part."

"It's true, girls will do anything. So I want to protect you."

"OK, but what do you think I'm going to do?"

"Get out of the house and find boys somehow -- I've read those
stories."

"I'm not going to do that!" Anne said.

"None of them thought they would."

After a pause, Anne said, "What am I supposed to do down here?"

Rachel breathed a huge sigh of relief. Her daughter understood.

"There's a TV down there, right?"

"Yeah, OK."

Crisis averted for the time being, Rachel sat down in the living
room and watched more TV.

Within half an hour she heard Anne at the top of the stairs.

"OK, let me out, mom."

Rachel walked to the door to talk. "No, honey, I'm afraid you're
going to go give your body to all the boys."

"Listen, mom, just let me out, OK?" When her mother didn't say
anything, she continued, "Let me out! You can't keep me down
here!"

"I'm sorry," Rachel said, her voice cracking. She went back to
the living room, trying to ignore the pounding on the door and
the shouting.

"I hate you!" she heard Anne's muffled voice. "You've got to let
me out now!"

Rachel returned to answer her daughter. "But you understand why,
right? Do you feel like sleeping with boys?"

There was the briefest hesitation. "That is none of your
business, and has nothing to do with it. You have to let me out
*right now*."

"It's for your own good, sweetie, don't you see?"

Then Anne lost it. The volume of the shriek and the force of the
kicks against the door were frightening. They reminded Rachel of
Anne's worst tantrums a dozen years before, except now they had
the force of a 15-year-old girl behind them.

It was one of the rare times that Rachel wished her ex-husband
Steve was there. He had left five years before amid such
bitterness, but at a time like this she could use another adult
voice to talk it over with and back up her decision.

Rachel went to the bathroom to try to put herself together, but
found herself sobbing. After a few minutes the screams had died
down.

When she returned to the kitchen, she heard instead the most
piteous wailing, "Mommy, mommy! Don't shut me in down here!
Please! Oh God, mommy, let me out!"

Rachel had a choice to make. She could give in to her daughter's
entreaties now, or she could protect her virtue, protect her from
the horrible, disgusting rutting behavior the press described in
such lurid detail.

She decided to protect her daughter. But as the piteous wailing
continued, she decided she needed to get away from the sound of
her baby's suffering, so she took off for the mall all by
herself. They said it was usually over in ten hours, about twelve
at the outside.

When she returned that evening at 10pm, she went to the top of
the cellar stairs.

"Anne?" she asked, and when she got no reply she asked louder,
"Anne?" When there was still no answer, she worried that
something might be very wrong -- she would never forgive herself
if Anne was really hurt somehow!

She opened the door and went down the basement stairs cautiously.
There was Anne, sprawled on the couch, dress torn but covering
her, watching TV.

"Oh, baby, are you OK? I'm so, so sorry. But you do understand,
don't you? I needed to protect you, right?"

Anne just looked at her with a blank stare that chilled Rachel to
the bone.

"Are you hungry?" Rachel asked. "Why don't you clean up and we
can go out to dinner. Any restaurant you want!"

Anne spoke then. "I'll be happy with a can of soup, thank you,"
she said very precisely, and headed up the stairs.

---------------------

Anne had been furious, and as the afternoon had passed into
evening and her frantic sexual desire had abated, the fury had
boiled down to something else, something unfamiliar, something
scary.

She simply could not stand the sight of her mother. She took her
lukewarm soup into her room to eat there, took a shower and
dressed and didn't come out all evening. The next morning she
silently got ready for school and headed off on the bus.

Her mother had locked her in the basement at a time she needed to
be out of the basement, out among people, out among boys -- and
she would never forgive her for that.

Somehow she got through the day, trying not to think about her
mother. When she got home that afternoon, the hatred she felt for
her mother made her dizzy. She retreated to her room without a
word.

When it was dinner, she came out to find that her mother had
prepared her very favorite lasagna with homemade sauce,
artichokes, and her favorite chocolate cake for dessert. She was
trying to atone, to get her daughter to forgive her with food.
Something about that made Anne even more furious.

With trembling hands she took big helpings of the food she liked
so much and retreated to her room again. She didn't really taste
a thing, though the food made her less hungry. She just hated her
mother.

She tossed and turned in bed. Her rage at her mother was not
going away; if anything it was getting worse. To lock her up all
day! When she needed so very badly to be out and about.

Finally, at 2am she rose and walked to her mother's room, which
was as always open a crack.

She let herself in and went quietly to her mother's bedside.
There she was, face relaxed in sleep. She could sleep, after what
she had done!

Anne's rage boiled until she saw red pounding at the edges of her
vision. She walked back to the kitchen, and rummaging around
found the special knife for cutting Asian vegetables, incredibly
sharp.

She glided back to her mother's bedside -- her mother, who had
locked her in the basement, ignored her screams, tried
pathetically to atone for her sins with some mere food, and now
was so unconcerned with locking her daughter in the basement that
she could lie there sleeping! Anne's rage redoubled as she
remembered clawing at the door at the top of the cellar stairs,
totally beside herself.

She stood by the bed, knuckles white as she held the knife.

----------------------

Joint statement of the Interfaith Emergency Commission On
Sexuality

Conclusion:

Our group was composed of Catholics, Protestants, Jews, Muslims,
Hindus, Buddhists and many others, as well as humanists.

Our differences on the nature of the Divine are substantial, and
we have no prospect of resolving them any time soon. But all our
faiths share the profound goal of understanding how to live our
lives properly, in accord with the dictates of the Divine Will as
we from our differing perspectives understand it.

So when the thinking from diverse traditions converges on a
nearly unanimous recommendation that is in accord with secular
wisdom as well, we think it is a conclusion that all people
should accord the most serious consideration.

A virus now infects a large majority of the people on earth. The
infection causes girls to go into heat, a concept we are familiar
with from the animal world. But the compulsion it arouses in the
girls is more extreme than the estrus in any animal. The
compulsion engendered in men to fulfill the girls' desires is
equally astounding.

The behaviors these compulsions lead to are contrary to the
traditional moral codes of every one of our religions.

We know that this virus was crafted by men as a response to an
extremely serious fertility crisis that threatened humanity's
survival. We are divided on how the man-made source or the
extreme danger it was meant to combat influence how we should
respond.

Our unanimous recommendation stems from another source.

The natural response to this phenomenon has been to physically
restrain girls when they enter these estrus periods. While
effective in the short term, the long-term consequences are
profound. When the girls know who was responsible for restraining
them, their anger is profound. Approximately ten percent attempt
to murder whoever restrained them. The other girls become cynical
and surly. They have little joy in living, and never forget or
forgive. Twenty percent are diagnosed as sociopaths. The only
known partial cure is for the girl to be allowed her sexual
freedom when she next comes into heat. It is little comfort that
girls over the age of 21 have milder heats without the severe
negative consequences if they cannot fulfill their urges
completely.

When the seemingly correct moral action results in profound
psychological damage in every single person we are trying to
protect, something is seriously wrong.



The nature of the Divine has not changed, but the world has
changed, and we believe that the Divine will is for our standards
of morality to adjust accordingly.

We unanimously recommend that all girls be given their sexual
freedom, and that all men be morally permitted to engage in
intercourse with them at the girls' request.

----------------------

William's daughter Emily lay on her back, naked, chest heaving
and covered with sweat. He held her left arm down against the
bed, and his wife Janet, Emily's mother, held the right. They
were restraining their daughter so she wouldn't claw or punch any
of the men who were servicing her.

"Come already, damn you!" Emily shrieked, as the boy Arthur
pumped into her pussy. "I need the next guy!"

"It's OK, Arthur," William said softly. "Go at your own pace."

Arthur gave William a brief smile and returned his attention to
Emily's sopping wet pussy, where his penis dove in and out in a
frenzy. He had been at this for five minutes, though, and that
was getting a little long for Emily to wait. On a hunch, William
said, "Maybe you'll be the one to father her child."

Arthur looked over at William and started to smirk, but he saw
that William's expression was earnest and serious. Arthur turned
his attention back to where his shaft was pounding into Emily's
twat. His balls clenched against his shaft. Sure, dozens of men
would be shooting their sperm into her, but it could be his that
impregnated her! To have his chance, he had to ejaculate, and
suddenly all of his systems moved in that direction. The ache of
intense pleasure spread, and within a minute he pounded deep into
the girl while adding his sperm to the roiling mass up in Emily's
cunt.

"OK, so now get off, damn you!" Emily shouted.

Arthur dismounted and Felix stepped up to the plate. William knew
just what went through Felix's mind as he smelled that
intoxicating, almost maddening odor and saw the pussy open and
waiting, ready to receive his cock and sperm -- beseeching him to
give it to her.

"Any time," said Janet playfully. "I see you've got a big one!"
she remarked as the large organ slid into her daughter.

"Oh yes, yes," Emily moaned. "Fuck me hard -- that's so nice.
Faster, oooo!" She looked up at Felix, eyes locked with his,
pleading. "Shoot it out!"

Felix bore down with his thick cock with a speed and pressure
that were quite impressive.

"Sperm... now!" Emily insisted. "Fuck it up into my cunt, fill me
with it!"

Felix was on the glide path to orgasm, that was plain. Moans,
tension, a slight slowing and deepening of his thrusts. 
"Oooooo," he moaned.

Emily screamed again, her umpteenth orgasm.  William thought
maybe he should recommend cotton balls to others stuck in his
position -- her screams were downright painful.

"Who else is out there?" Janet asked.

"No one," Felix panted.

Uh-oh, thought William. He had already mounted his daughter and
come in her four times, but his stamina wasn't quite what it used
to be. He doubted he could come again, despite that intoxicating
aroma, but his cock was hard.

"Could you hold her arm," he said to Arthur, who was on the verge
of leaving. She probably wouldn't claw her own daddy, but William
wanted to make sure.

"Why?"

"So I can do her and try to keep her content."

Arthur shrugged and held her arm.

"Here it is, baby, it's daddy again," William said, sliding into
his daughter's sperm-sopped pussy.

"Oh, daddy, thanks daddy!" Emily sighed.

She was fine for the moment, but Janet was worried and addressed
Felix. "Where are those other guys? Burt and all?"

Felix shrugged.

Janet thought. "Can you hold her other arm, while I find some
more?"

"All right," Felix sighed. Everyone said it was just a matter of
a fuck, as quick as you wanted, but it seemed that half the time
there was some other catch.

"Thanks," Janet said, slipping him a ten, which improved Felix's
mood. She handed one to Arthur too.

William thrust away, strongly and steadily.

"Emily, a rest might do you good."

"Yeah, daddy, maybe," said the exhausted girl.

William knew that she couldn't rest unless a cock was pumping
inside her, so he gathered his stamina to provide her with this
very strange lullaby. He lowered himself onto his daughter so he
wasn't holding all his weight up, his chest against her slick
skin, daughter breasts against father chest. He picked a slower
pace that he thought he could maintain, a gentle rowing in and
out.

"I love you, Emily," he whispered.

"Love you too, daddy," said his daughter, who looked vague and
seemed to doze off.

After a few minutes, she stirred and opened her eyes a crack,
saying, "Deeper, OK?"

William realized his strokes had been weakening, so he lengthened
his strokes again, giving some extra deep thrusts, mashing their
pubic mats together.

Emily gave a little smile and her face went slack again.


Outside, Janet was worried. William could keep her daughter happy
for a while, but soon she would be wanting sperm again -- fresh,
new sperm from a new man. It was a little embarrassing to be
standing beside the road as she was, pointing to her pussy as
each car passed. People knew what that meant, but there was a
certain stigma to it. It implied that a girl's family hadn't
planned ahead.

The minutes went by, and no one stopped. Janet sighed. Time to up
the ante.

She pulled her own slacks and panties down to her ankles and
opened her shirt, unfastening her bra. This implied that anyone
who stopped could feel her up too, along with fucking the girl.
But that wasn't the main reason this second step was effective. A
guy was more likely to take a few minutes out of his life for a
girl when it was really important, and if a mother stripped it
meant she thought her daughter really needed it.

Soon enough a construction pick-up stopped and two guys got out,
presumably on their way home after a day's work. Their odor was a
little ripe, Janet noted, and they were more than a little dirty.
But Janet knew her daughter wouldn't mind. It was the cock and
the sperm that mattered.

"Thanks, guys," she said, and pointed them towards the house.

On the way past one of them hefted her breast and pinched her
nipple hard. Yeah -- that was part of the deal.

A red sports car pulled over and a man got out, dressed in a fine
suit. He walked up to her.

"Your girl need some help?" he said kindly.

"Yes, thanks so much."

"First things first," he said, and reached his head down to suck
on her left nipple. Janet groaned inwardly, and not from the
pleasure. She was old enough that she had never been in heat, and
she was glad of that. She didn't really appreciate being pawed,
but she would do it for her little girl. The guy moved to her
right nipple, and sucked away enthusiastically on that too,
meanwhile cupping her sex with his hand. And there she was, in
full view by the side of the road.

Suddenly he stood up. "Darn, just realized I have an
appointment!" he said with a little smirk, which let Janet knew
that he had never intended to go in and help out his daughter.
She felt a surge of anger, but let it go.

Perhaps lured by the public display of breast-sucking, a car
pulled over. It had three guys in their early 20s, she guessed.
They looked respectable.

"I see he took a free sample," said the one in the lead as the
other man got into his car.

"He just realized he had an appointment," Janet said, keeping a
straight face.

"Yeah, right," said the lead guy, and they all smiled.

"Hmmm," he said, ogling Janet. Then with a smile he kissed her on
the cheek and headed to the house. The second guy kissed her
cheek too, as did the third and last. He patted her butt too,
though, when neither of the others could see.

That ought to do it, she thought, and reassembled herself. That
was five guys.

A lot of the other parents were luckier. Alyssa's daughter Steph
was content with a guy every half hour. Imagine that! Emily
didn't want her pussy empty at all if she could help it, and got
seriously bent out of shape if she had to go five minutes
without. And when she went into a sperm-hungry mode, she wanted a
new load every three minutes -- it was hard to believe!

They said the more ravenous your daughter was, the greater the
chance it would take. This was Emily's second heat, and she
dearly hoped one of those gazillions of sperm cells would do the
trick. Preferably not one of her husband's -- but what the heck.

Emily bore a daughter from her second heat, but despite her best
efforts had only the one child.

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Becky
---------------------------

May woke from a deep sleep.

"Ummm, mom?" said the voice.

"Mmmm?" she said, recognizing her 15-year-old son Steve. The
clock showed 7am.

"Mom, it's Becky."

"Yeah, what about her?"

"She's got the smell."

That made May sit up straight.  "What? She's 13! She hasn't even
had a period yet!"

"Well, she's got it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, mom, very sure," he said with exasperation. Females could
never smell it, but to the guys it was unmistakable. "It woke me
up, so I went in to check on her. It's coming from her, though
it's not too strong just yet. She's still asleep."

May had a thought. "You're not just saying this so you can fuck
your sister, are you?"

"No! I love her, you know that!"

Yeah, Steve had been protective of his little sister, especially
since her ex had moved to the other coast four years earlier. He
was the only male in Becky's life, and May thought that might be
partly why he was more mature with her -- a little fatherly, in
fact.

She glanced down at the bulge in his pajamas.

"Of course I'm stiff," he said. "The smell does it every time."

May knew that was true, and was impressed her son could react so
matter-of-factly to his mother's appraisal of his cock. Steve was
more confident of his body than a boy his age would be in normal
times -- many girls in his school had gone into heat, and he had
serviced them along with the other boys.

"What are we going to do? It's 7 on a Sunday morning." May lay
back down on her side, holding herself up on an elbow.

"Beats me," Steve said.

"Maybe we can go to the mall when it opens at ten."

"The mall's a yucky place. They're all strangers."

"True, I guess. But what other choices are there?"

Just then they heard footsteps. Becky came charging in, totally
naked. Her breasts were small but most definitely breasts, her
hips wide but not too wide, her pubic hair fuzzy but not fully
grown.

"I'm so warm down here!" she said.

"Yeah," said Steve, "You're in heat."

"Really? I thought I was too young!"

"Well, you smell like it, and you act like it, coming in here
naked."

Meanwhile Becky's eyes were riveted on the lump in her brother's
pajamas -- less a lump than a prominent rod -- one that stuck out
a long, long way, it seemed to May.

Becky's breath sped up. A drop fell from her pussy to the floor.

"Steve," she said, prancing in front of him.

"I'm your brother," he said, gritting his teeth.

"But..." said the little sister, reaching for his cock.

Steve turned away, but Becky wrapped her arms around him and
promptly started grinding her pussy into his hip through his
pajamas.

"Becky!" he said, glancing at his mother. May saw tears in his
eyes.

"Steve, it's OK," she said, reluctantly. "It happens in families
all the time."

"I know, but... you want it?" said Steve, looking at his sister.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she said, jumping up and down, pointing to her
pussy.

In an instant Steve was transformed as he gave in to his powerful
urges. He whipped his pajama bottoms off and he put his hands on
Becky's shoulders. May was alarmed at the size of her son's organ
-- which she had not seen since he was a small boy -- compared to
her little daughter. But she had no time to voice her caution.

Becky launched herself back on the only bed in the vicinity --
her mother's, and her butt banged against May's head. May was
about to extricate herself and say something when she felt a much
larger pressure. About ten times she felt her head compressed
strongly before she heard both of her children yell, in stereo.
Becky's voice was a real screech, Steve's low and guttural. Those
sounds of male satisfaction sent a little thrill through May's
body.

"Oh, shit!" said Steve, alarmed. "You're sitting on mom's head!"

"Oh, oh -- sorry mom!" said Becky, bouncing up.

May put her hand to her head but there was no damage. "I guess
you get a one-track mind when you're in heat."

"Afraid so," said Steve.

A fair quantity of blood was soaking into the sheet right in
front of May's nose.

"Are you hurt, baby?"

"No, why?"

"The blood," she said.

Becky turned to look. "Oh," she said, then saw more blood
dripping from her pussy. She shrugged. "I was a virgin, so that
happens, right?"

"Yeah. Doesn't it hurt? Your brother's so big."

"No," she said matter-of-factly. Being in heat suppressed all
experience of pain. But her attention had shifted to her
brother's cock, which was hard again.

"Again?" she asked.

"OK," he said.

"This time take the center of the bed," said May, getting up and
leaving the room, though she couldn't help peeking back through
the door.

Becky spread her legs and Steve lunged into her again. May
couldn't believe it, but as she watched she saw his entire organ
disappear up inside her little girl.

Didn't her kids want privacy? Apparently not, so she went back in
and got her clothes for the day. Her oblivious children humped
away, and May went out to prepare breakfast.

Fifteen minutes later, Becky came out, still naked. "Steve won't
do it to me any more!"

"How many times has he done it already?"

"Four."

"Well, that's a lot."

"But I need more! Why is he being mean?"

"He's not being mean, sweetie, that's how boys are built. It's
amazing he could do it four times."

"It's not fair," she said, squirming around.

"Here, have something to eat," May said.

"I'm not hungry. Can I go to school now?"

"It's Sunday."

"Oh."

"Why do you want to go to school?"

"To see the kids."

"The boys, by any chance?"

Becky smiled, a gleam in her eye.

"We're going to the mall when it opens at ten."

"Yeah, there are boys there," she mused.

"Yes, and men."

"Oh, goody!" said Becky.

Steve appeared in the kitchen, dressed in jeans and T-shirt.

"Can we go to the mall yet?" asked Becky.

"It's only 7:35. It doesn't open for over two hours."

"Two hours!" said Becky, wiggling her pelvis.

"Mom," Steve interrupted. "I don't think we can wait until 10."

"Why?"

"I've seen girls in heat at school. When they act like Becky
here, they can't wait like that."

"What do you propose?"

"I think we should get in the car and drive until we find some
guys." They lived down a dirt road, with only one house nearby.

"Would Mr. Nakamura do me?" Becky asked, referring to the man of
the couple who lived next door.

"Mr. Nakamura!" May said. "He must be 85 years old!"

"So?" said Becky. "Let me ask, OK?" She headed to the door.

"No, Becky! Older guys die of heart attacks when a girl in heat
comes too near!"

"Oh," Becky said. "But I need... Can you do it again, Steve?"

"Not yet, Becklet," he said. "Mom, we need to get in the car
right now and drive."

"OK," she said, "Maybe I should pack some snacks."

"No, mom," said Steve, raising his voice a little. "Right now!"

May was surprised at her son's assertiveness, then figured he
really might know something she didn't.

Steve got in the front seat, Becky in the back, as usual.

As they headed down the dirt road, Becky whined, "I need it. I
need it!"

"We'll get you someone as soon as we can, OK?" said Steve.

Becky started crying as May sped along. "I need it now!" Becky
shrieked.

"Maybe I can help," Steve sighed. "Pull over, mom."

When May did, Steve got out and went to the back seat, where
Becky was already on her back, legs spread wide, drippy pussy
pressed upward. He lowered himself on her, and his organ slid in.

After a minute, May asked, "Should we wait until you're
finished?"

"I'm not sure I can finish," panted Steve, sliding out and
sitting up, panting.

"Why did you pull out?" Becky whined.

"I don't know how soon I can come, Becklet," he said. "I came a
lot already. Five times this morning!"

"No, it was just four!" said Becky.

"No, five!"

"Four!"

"Look, I'm the one who knows, it's me coming, OK?"

Becky was trying to wriggle her pelvis toward her brother's,
without success in the confines of the back seat.

Steve said wearily, "OK, let's close the doors, I'll lie on my
back, and you can wear yourself out."

Steve shut the doors and lay back, and to May's amazement, her
daughter impaled herself on him and rocking up and down
vigorously.

"Go!" said Steve.

May prepared to pull out, then glanced back and said, "What about
your seat belts?"

Her daughter, her sweet little girl, looked at her with a frown
and said, "Fuck the seat belts, mom."

"But, sweetie..."

Steve's voice came from the seat below. "To hell with the seat
belts, mom. Find some men for Becky! I can't keep this up
forever."

May took off, mildly panicked. After a few minutes she passed the
Catholic Church, parking lot full for early morning Mass.

"There!" said Becky. "There's lots of cars there!"

"I can't bring you into the Catholic Church for sex!" May said,
as they whizzed past.

"Why not?"

"It's a solemn religious service! No one's going to be interested
in sex, and it would be very disrespectful to ask."

Steve roared from his position below, "Mom, go to the fucking
Catholic Church, OK!!"

Flustered, May turned the car around.

Addressing her brother, Becky said, "Can you come in me?" as she
pounded herself up and down, out of breath.

"I'll try, Becklet, I'll try. A little faster, OK?"

Becky tried bouncing a little faster, but she was already gulping
air.

May couldn't believe what she said next to her own daughter,
"Becky, talk dirty to him." She might have expected some giggle
or astonishment of some kind, but there was none.

"Stevie, fuck your peepee up my cunny, OK? Piddle the stuff into
me?" She took a  long gasp between every other word.

"Thanks, mom," Steve said with a chuckle, but then addressed his
sister. "Ah, c'mon, sis, you're a big girl, use some big girl
words."

"OK, Steve, fuck my cunt tight, dump your balls up in me, OK? Do
it, Steve, please?  Blast your splooge in me, I want it so bad!"

"Say 'cunt' again, sis," Steve panted.

"Cunt."

"No, over and over..."

"Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt! Fuck my cunt, cunt, cunt, cunny, cunt;
fuck it, Steve!"

"Mmmmm," he moaned at last. May saw Becky rise until her head
grazed the overhead light as Steve's upward pelvic surge lifted
her.

"Aaaaaahhh," panted Becky, collapsing on top of him. "I love you
so much, Stevie," she panted, covering him with kisses.

May screeched the car to a stop in the parking lot. She got out,
and opened the back.

"Are there men in there?" the sweating Becky panted, scrambling
off her brother.

"Ouch, my hair!" Steve said.

"Oh, sorry!" Becky said absentmindedly. But once she stood up on
the gravel and took a few steps, she fell over and rose to
sitting very slowly.

Steve slowly extricated himself from the backseat, and shook off
his sandals and pulled down his jeans.

"Can you carry her?" Steve asked.

"Naked, like that?"

"Oh, mom, you just don't get it, do you?" Steve said wearily.

Staggering a bit himself, he lifted his little sister and hobbled
towards the church building, underpants on but dick hanging out.

"Shit!" he said as the gravel cut his bare feet.

May said, "OK, let me sweetie."

Steve eased his very hot and very tired little bundle into his
mother's arms, who stood there waiting for Steve.

"Just go, mom!" he said, and May got the message and walked
towards the church, straining under the weight as her son's sperm
oozed out of her daughter's pussy and down the front of her
dress.

Once inside the door, she set the girl down and Becky stood
shakily. The Mass was proceeding right on the other side of the
inner doors, which weren't even closed. What should she do? Walk
in and say, "Excuse me, I hate so terribly to bother you, but
would any of you mind fucking my daughter? Perhaps you, Father?"

But she didn't need to say anything. She heard a rustling in the
seats and a few murmurs, and then the priest stopped his
incantations. Becky's odor suffused the church and told the story
without May having to say a word.

"It's too bad we don't get any converts this way," the priest
joked. "Was it just last month that this happened?"

"No, two months ago," said a voice from the pews.

"Very well, let's see. Like last month? Back pews first, right to
left!" The guys needed to be organized so they didn't all mill
around the girl at once.

"We did it left to right last month!"

"But there was that backup, remember?"

"Oh, you're right, right to left then."

The priest resumed his service.

Becky slid to the floor again, writhing and crying softly on the
carpet.

"Oh, sweetie," said a kindly woman who appeared, "How should we
do this?"

"Get Tara from the nursery, and mind the kids for her," said
another woman, and the first hurried into the basement.

"Lean her over the literature table there," said a man, pulling
down his trousers, his hard cock suddenly prominent sticking out.

Just then a girl who looked to be 18 raced up the stairs from the
basement. She immediately dropped to her knees by Becky's head
and brushed the wet and matted hair from the weeping girl's face.

"Oh, honey!" she said. "What's your name?"

"Becky," the 13-year-old whispered.

"I'm Tara. I've been through this a couple times. It's going to
be OK, honey, we'll have some sperm for you right away."

Then Tara asked May, "How long has she been in heat? Who's done
her so far?"

"Since about seven, and just her brother -- but something like
six times."

Tara winced. "Just one guy?"

Tara saw the first man, who looked to be about 60, preparing to
mount her. "Sorry, Mr. Kennedy, but let's get somebody -- Mr.
Lombardo, can you come here first." He was a younger man, perhaps
40 and balding. He stepped forward, unleashing his cock as he
slid up behind the girl bent over the literature table, little
butt up in the air.

May didn't like to see her daughter like that. "Can't they at
least do her from the front instead of like that?" she asked.

Tara looked up at her, fixed her with an exasperated gaze, and
raised her hand. "Stay out of it now, OK?" she said with some
feeling.

Steve had wandered in, having gotten himself properly put
together, and he led his mom to a bench and they sat together.

Mr. Lombardo had no trouble finding Becky's pussy with his cock,
and soon slid up to the hilt.

"Come deep, soon as you can," said Tara to Mr. Lombardo. And
within a few seconds he groaned and pulsed.

"Mmmmm," Becky whimpered.

"That's a little better, hmmm?" Tara said to the young girl, but
she didn't answer.

The guys behind had gotten the idea that younger men who could
come quickly were preferred, so Mr. French was next. With a mere
ten thrusts he came in the girl.

"How strong is the smell, guys?" Tara asked.

"Pretty darned strong," Mr. Lombardo said, and the other men
nodded.

Women found some rags to put under Becky's rear to catch the
drips. Others with cool cloths cleaned her off.

After five men had humped her, Becky revived a little. "More!"
she said, "Can you do me more!"

"Yep, Becky, we're getting you more." Tara sighed with relief and
spoke to May and Steve. "That's more like it. I was worried."

After the next man tucked his sperm up her little twat, Becky
rose and said, "This is getting kind of uncomfortable." Red
angles on her skin showed where different stacks of pamphlets had
been digging into her.

"Why don't you come down to the nursery where we have a couch?"
Tara asked.

"OK," said Becky. "You guys are coming down too, right?" she
asked.

There was a little laughter. "Yeah, we're coming down too."

On her way down she spied her brother. "This is my brother
Steve," she said to everyone. "I love Steve!" To her brother she
asked, "Do you want to do it again?"

Steve said, "Oh, Becklet, let's give the other guys a chance!"

"Don't you love your sister?" one of the men quipped.

"Yeah, but I already did her five times before we got here!"

The guy whistled.

Settled more comfortably on the couch in the basement, Becky
asked the first guy, "Ooo, will you fuck me too?"

When the guy nodded, she said, "Oh, goody!"

"How are you feeling, Becky?" asked Tara during a lull.

"Oh, fine!"

"You don't seem so driven."

"No, but I like it."

"That's good," she smiled. "Aren't those dicks the best thing in
the world?" remembering how she had felt in heat.

Becky smiled, "God, yes!"

The worshipers at the early morning Mass were replaced by the
late morning, then the early afternoon.

"So," said the priest on a visit to the basement. "How is the
Virgin Mary this afternoon?"

"I'm fine," said Becky.

"It's always nice when a girl like you graces us with her
company. I can't tell you how many people -- men especially --
feel especially devout and come back for another Mass on the same
day!"

"Do you want to fuck me?" Becky asked.

"No, no, part of my job is not to do that sort of thing," the
priest said.

Tara gave him a little smirk, then said, "Why don't you take her
confession, Father? I'll just wait outside the door and make sure
no one disturbs the sanctity of the confessional."

When she had gone, Becky asked, "What's a confessional?"

"Well," the priest said in a low voice, "What Tara meant is that
if you still really do want me to -- well, the flesh is weak, you
know. Just don't tell, OK?"

"Sure!" said little Becky, spreading her legs wide.

The priest lifted up his robe and poked the little adolescent
with his Fatherly cock.

"In the name of the Father," the priest muttered, thrusting
inward, "the Son," he said with another thrust, "and the Holy
Spirit!" he said a little louder as he thrust his priestly penis
in once more and let the sperm spew forth, "Mmmmm, Amen."

The afternoon wore on. "I can barely smell her," remarked a man
as he got to the bottom of the stairs.

Tara turned to Becky. "You want him to do it to you?"

"Sure!" said Becky.

"You don't have to do it any more than you want," she said.

"I know," said Becky.

Tara shrugged as the man mounted the sweet adolescent and pumped
into her hard. Becky looked up at him with bright eyes as he
humped on for some time before letting out a loud groan.

A couple of the younger men came down, "I hear she's in heat,"
said one of the men to Tara. "Special kind, without any smell, I
guess."

Tara looked askance at Becky. "You still want to do it?"

"Yep!" said Becky, settling back for another fine fuck. "Keep
going a little longer, mister," she said, "I'll come again --,
ooo, that's so nice, there -- there -- Aaaaahhh!"

That man slid off.

"I don't want to do it any more, I don't think," said Becky, in
the wake of her orgasm.

"OK!" said Tara, and May drove her and Steve home.

Becky seemed remarkably matter-of-fact about her day-long ordeal
of taking lots of Catholic sperm. She knew it would happen, she
said, and it had really felt awfully good. Seeing all those men
so excited to get into her little body was cool too. She said she
was very tired, and announced she was off to bed at 8:30, but
asked Steve if he would tuck her in.

He loved his sister as never before. Sex binds people, and the
eagerness with which she had welcomed him, over and over,
enhanced the effect. He had been worried about her, and felt like
he had done a good job of getting their dense mother to take the
situation seriously. And once she got over her morning sperm
deficit, she had handled it all gracefully. She didn't even act
disgusted with herself, as so many girls did after a first heat.
He would be very glad to tuck her in.

"If you'd like to do it once more, I'd like that. Only if you
want," she said.

"More?" Steve asked, incredulous.

"Yes!" Becky said, a little defensively. "I can want it, can't I,
even if I've just done it a few times?" They grinned at the
understatement.

"I don't want sex," she continued, whispering, "I want sex with
*you*."

Steve's heart melted as he slid into his sister gently, then
started rowing back and forth slowly.

"That's so nice, Steve," she said.

Steve smiled. "Do you mind if I just do this for a long time?"

"No ... no, that's really nice. I've had you and everyone else
going really fast all day. But this is so nice!"

Steve lowered himself onto his sister and started a nice slow
fuck, while she stroked his back and his hair.

Becky's exhaustion started catching up with her, and she began
drifting off.

"Hey, Becklet, maybe you'd rather go to sleep?" Steve asked,
preparing to pull out.

"No! No! Can you just keep doing me, even if I doze a little?"

"Well, OK," said Steve. He looked lovingly at his sister as she
dozed off and on, face flushed with pleasure whether asleep or
awake. After 45 minutes of exquisite if quiet connection and joy,
he said, "Could you say that word again, Becky? But softly?"

Becky gave him a big smile, and then whispered in his ear, "Cunt,
cunt, cunt, fuck my cunt, cunt, cunt," over and over, caressing
his head and back with hands, his butt and thighs with her feet.
He tensed up and then shuddered as he lovingly deposited one
final little nightcap of sperm.

May saw that Steve's room was empty as she passed, and then was
surprised to see brother and sister asleep in Becky's room --
dead to the world, naked and intertwined. It seemed natural to
her after the events of the day. Filtering out the surreal nature
of the whole experience, she felt proud of both her children, and
was glad they got along so well.

====================

Years passed, and society gradually adjusted to the new reality.

====================

Kelly
---------------------------


Kelly was in her American History class, which on this Thursday
met directly after lunch. Bob sat next to her, and as the class
progressed she noted him stealing glances at her. Towards the end
of class Dustin, who sat directly in front of her, turned and
looked too. That was unusual. At the end of class, Bob said, "Hey
Kelly, I think you're getting it."

"Yeah, right. You just want to get into my pants!" Bob had shown
interest in her, but she had deftly let it be known that the
feeling wasn't mutual. Kelly didn't feel that telltale warmth
between her legs that all the girls talked about. Besides, she
didn't do heats. She had reached the age of 16 without one, and
she didn't know a single other girl who had done that. She was a
heat-free freak.

But Dustin turned and sank to his knees, pressing his face
against her crotch as she backed away. "No doubt about it," he
said, adjusting his pants to accommodate his cock. "Oh, Mmm-mmm,
baby! Can I be your first?"

"I am not in heat!"

David wandered over too. "Do you need any help, Kelly?" he asked
earnestly.

This was getting ridiculous. She could imagine a conspiracy
between Dustin and Bob to get to fuck her, but David wouldn't do
that.

"I don't feel like sex, thank you."

"I do," said Dustin, pressing close against her.

Kelly shied away. "'Leave me alone!"

"Well, I'll be ready whenever you are," he said, pulling his
pants down so his cock showed in all its glory -- and it was
quite large, Kelly noted.

She had seen erect cocks countless times, of course. Girls went
into heat, and they behaved like total animals, as did most of
the boys in the school. So she couldn't really blame them for
hitting on her big time if she had that smell. But something was
wrong. She didn't feel warm between her legs nor the slightest
bit interested in sex.

She also couldn't think how any of the girls could have played
that Hot Girl trick on her. It started when a girl approached a
girl in heat who was between cocks and took a big handful of the
goop dripping out of her pussy. In its most blatant form, the
girl then grabbed the victim and forced her way under her dress
and smeared it there. Wherever the girl went for the next hour or
so, guys would sniff and leer and pull their cocks out. In the
more subtle version, the prankster got the smell on her without
noticing, like pretending to bump into her. More than a few rapes
started that way. Sometimes horny girls did it to themselves,
since they got a chance to take in some enthusiastic hard dicks.
Kelly looked at the back of her jeans and shirt.

"No, it's no Hot Girl trick, I assure you," said Dustin.

"Excuse me," she said, and headed off to math class. Boys' heads
turned as she walked, and Dustin, Bob and Dave followed her.
"Aren't you going to be late to class?" she asked.

"I think I'll wait around outside. I want to be among the first,"
said Dustin.

As Kelly walked into the class, there was a chorus of whistles
and sighs. "Wow, she smells ripe!" one guy called out.

"Yeah, how come you're not naked," another said, adjusting his
pants too.

"Listen, guys, maybe I'm a freak, but I am not interested in sex,
OK?"

"Ummm," said Mr. Chen. "It's going to be hard to hold a class
with you in here. Could you go to one of the lounges?"

"I am not in heat, and I want to stay in my class," Kelly said
simply.

Mr. Chen sighed, and then undid his fly and whipped his cock out.
"Well, guys, at least you can do this much. We can *try* to have
class, I guess."

So all the boys in the class except for Tim, who was different
somehow, stuck their dicks out. They wanted to have sex with her
in the worst way, and at least having their dicks out in the
breeze instead of rubbing against cloth made it more manageable.

What would she do if all the guys could just barely stop
themselves from raping her and she had no interest in sex? Go
home?

Along with feeling like a freak because she never went into heat,
Kelly was also aware that she would never be able to have
children. Maybe she should just go ahead and spread her legs for
the onslaught of dicks, hoping they could get her pregnant
anyway?

Mr. Chen took a deep breath, looking more than a little funny
with his dick sticking out as he put the first problem on the
board.

It happened very fast. Kelly shivered a little, then felt the
heat building. It built rapidly between her legs, and she could
feel the fluids flowing freely. The cocks around her suddenly all
looked incredibly appealing. She was really going into heat!

But she remembered her promise. She had promised her boyfriend,
Alex, that he could be the first whenever she went into heat.
Where would he be just then? It was hard to think with all those
hot boys around her. She wanted one of them inside her -- any of
them! Right then! But she had made a promise.

Alex would be in French. She lurched up from her seat and headed
to the door,  a little dizzy.

"There she goes," said Mr. Chen with a sigh of relief. "Come on,
show us your pussy!" called one of the boys, echoed by others.

"Alex, I'm going to find Alex!" she said.

"Awww, looking for lover boy..." said one of the hard-cocked guys
sarcastically.

She had more to do with her promise than Alex. They made love
regularly and both had a great time, but she had also seen him
with a couple of girls in heat. Once they had been walking down
the hallways hand in hand when he smelled a girl. He looked kind
of apologetic, but he ran over to her and launched in. Even
though every girl knew her boyfriend would fuck girls in heat, it
was still hard for her to see it happen right in front of her
eyes. He had been holding her hand one minute, looking at her
with affection, and the next he was whipping down his pants to
shove his hard cock up another girl's cunt. And when he launched
himself into her, there was a hunger, a frenzy in his eyes. He
had thrust all of five times before coming, his face scrunched up
in intense ecstasy she had never seen when he was coming inside
her.

Despite her hunger for the boys around her, she staggered down
the hall and burst into the French class. She immediately started
stripping off jeans, panties, shirt and bra. All she really
needed to expose was her pussy, but a girl in heat was a sexual
animal. She had not a shred more modesty or dignity with her top
covered than with breasts out on full display. Either way her
bottom parts were wide open, dripping wet with cum, and she was
begging guys to fuck her and wailing with animal lust when they
did.

Mrs. Lamoureux sighed, "Excuse me, we are trying to run a class
here! Out in the hall, please!"

Kelly ignored her. "Alex!" she said.

Alex leapt to his feet and raced to her, grinning. "You finally
did it! I knew you would some day!" he whispered. Alex had tried
reassuring her when she complained of being a freak -- saying it
would happen some day. Now he pulled down his pants and shorts,
his huge hard-on bouncing into view. He simply pressed her
against the wall.

"Oh God, take me now!" Kelly moaned, and Alex shoved his cock
deep inside her. He took all of ten thrusts before lunging deep
and roaring, which had the class laughing. Kelly finally got to
see that look of total fulfillment when it was her he was
fucking, when she herself was in heat. Maybe the fact she was
also his girlfriend made it especially good for him, because she
had never heard him roar before.

He clung to her, "Oh, Kelly!" he said, kissing her.

"Hey, move over, Alex, it's my turn," said Phil.

"Just a minute," Alex said.

Kelly was glad to have kept her promise, and she did like Alex a
lot, but her heat had started possessing her.

"No, now!" said Kelly, focused on Phil's cock and nudging Alex
aside.

Alex backed off, looking a touch hurt. There was Kelly, pushing
him away as she hungered for another guy's cock. If he stuck
around he would get to see his girlfriend beg for dozens of
different guys to fuck her. He had seen this happen to other
guys, of course, but it was different when it was his girlfriend.

"Listen, guys, outside!" said Mrs. Lamoureux. "I'm trying to run
a class here!" Phil was pounding his cock up between Kelly's
legs, and two more boys were already out of their seats and had
their pants down.

"Laura," said Mrs. Lamoureux, "Could you quick run bring a bed so
we can move this rutting out into the hall, at least?"

Laura took off. Three more guys had fucked Kelly and unloaded
their balls up inside her before Laura came back with the bed.

Mrs. Lamoureux approached the situation carefully. A teacher
could get roughed up if she tried to come between a girl in heat
and her studs.

"OK, Kelly, that's all great, but there's a bed out in the hall,
won't that be more comfortable?" Having her bare bottom pounded
against the painted cinder block wall would surely hurt a little,
though in her heat Kelly wouldn't even notice at the time. Mrs.
Lamoureux was old enough that she had never been through a heat,
and didn't think she would ever really understand it. The younger
women teachers had, and they were more supportive, sometimes just
dismissing class.

"It's OK, Darryl, you can still do her, just come out in the
hallway, just another second, OK?"

Both Kelly and Darryl -- bitch and dog, mare and stallion, ewe
and ram, cow and bull -- seemed OK with it, and Mrs. Lamoureux
led Kelly out and onto the bed, where she lay back, legs spread
wide, and smiling wider. Now she was in proper fucking position
and could take all of those cocks more comfortably. Mrs.
Lamoureux paused a moment as Darryl lost no time launching
himself onto his mate and burying his twitching cock deep up her
cunt. His concentration, his straining muscles, and his sheer
strength were impressive, all to one end. It took only seconds to
achieve that end. When he froze up inside Kelly, Mrs. Lamoureux
could almost feel those pulses shooting through his organ deep
into Kelly. And the moment the last spurt had left his cock, he
withdrew and collapsed.

Mrs. Lamoureux rolled the bed ten yards down the hallway. "OK, as
soon as you've fertilized little Kelly, back to class, OK?" she
said to the boys.

It was hard for the guys to concentrate right after their
ejaculations, but after sitting in their seats for a couple
minutes they did better.

Alex and Phil and a couple of the others who had fucked Kelly
already joined the girls in the classroom, and Mrs. Lamoureux
resumed her lesson where she had left off. The other boys were
all out in the hall, wild with lust, but they would come back one
by one after helping to meet Kelly's need.

-----------

Kelly was on her hands and knees, butt up in the air, soupy pussy
dripping onto the towel below.

As her friend Zach passed, she moaned, "I need someone! Please, I
need it. Please, Zach?"

"Oh, hi Kelly, I'd like to, but there are two other girls in heat
today, and I'm kind of fucked out already."

"But I need it!" Kelly said urgently.

As he approached he took a deep sniff. "Whooo! You do have quite
the smell, Kelly." He thought a moment, wanting to help out his
friend. "Listen, what if you come with me down to the guys'
locker room. Maybe you can get some more guys there, because
neither of the other girls is near there."

"I need to get fucked!" Kelly whimpered.

"Come on, girl," Zach said. Girls in heat often just didn't think
so clearly.

"But I need it!" Kelly said.

"I'm going to get you more cocks, OK? That's where we're going
Kelly -- to get more cocks, OK! There aren't any right around
here -- looks like you've drained every pair of nuts on this
floor -- but I know where to get you more, OK? If we run, we'll
get there faster, OK?"

Kelly started running with him. "The faster we go, the faster you
can get your next fuck, OK?" Kelly seemed to get it.

Zach had already fucked the other two girls -- he had done Donna
twice, actually, but Kelly's smell was kind of like pure cocaine,
and he felt his cock rising.

They flew through the hallway, naked girl running as fast as the
boy, though he had to guide her in the right direction. She had
cum running down her right thigh and left a path of drips behind
her. As they passed they found a boy or two who grinned and said,
"Hey, I'll do her!"

"Follow us, then!" said Zach and kept running.

They burst through the locker room door.

"Hey, it's Kelly, old baby!" said Evan. "Guys, Kelly's here and
she needs it! Boy are you smelly, girl, it's a struggle not to
shoot before I can get into you."

Kelly lay back on a bench, pussy open to any and all.

"Get into me, now!" Kelly ordered Evan, nearly foaming at the
mouth.

Evan shoved ten times before moaning.

Zach's cock had risen again, and he thought he'd like a shot at
Kelly. So before any of the other guys showed up, he mounted her.

"Oh, baby!" he moaned, delighted to bury himself deep inside this
very hot girl. Her smell was really very erotic. He pumped away.
Even with her smell, he didn't come right away -- he had
ejaculated three times already that day.

Kelly saw over his shoulder two totally naked guys, both straight
from the shower, with twitching cocks. "Hurry up!" she said.

"I'll be just be a minute!" Zach said, panting. He was getting
close.

"No, I need sperm *now*!" Kelly said, pushing Zach off.

One of the other guys slid in and like a good stud belched forth
his jism within a few seconds.

Zach was a little hurt. Usually a girl with a pussy as stuffed
with sperm as Kelly's was could stand a little break, could stand
to have a guy linger for a few minutes. And he had helped her
find this new trove of sperm. But then she was a girl in heat. He
wondered whether there was a correlation between the intensity of
that smell and addled thinking. Some of the most demure,
sophisticated girls lost it totally when they went into heat. It
was amazing to have a girl desperate to get you up her cunt and
spurting as soon as you could, but there was something a little
sad about it too.

"I need more!" Kelly wailed. The first guy was slowly lifting
himself up to make room for the next one who had come from the
showers. How fast could a girl take them?

"Shit, well at least get on your hands and knees so we can move
them through faster," Zach said.

Soon a line of naked horny guys formed, gently stroking their
dicks in anticipation of being able to pump their sperm into such
a hot, alluring specimen.

Just then the middle-aged football coach came around the corner.
"Oh, Jesus," he said.

"Hey, coach, want a turn?"

The coach adjusted his pants and grinned.

Zach, serving as Kelly's stage manager or pimp or whatever, said,
"But watch, coach, see how fast they're going? She'll bite your
head off if you don't come fast enough."

"What makes you think I can't come fast?" the coach said.

"I don't know," stammered Zach, "I just thought..."

"Like I'm an old guy?"

"Well..."

The coach cut in line, and when Kelly's pussy got free, he lined
up and shoved. On the fourth stroke he surged. "Oh, you sweet
little cunt!" he mumbled under his breath.

He had done his duty in time.

As he caught his breath, he said, "Look I wanted to do some extra
work with the quarterbacks, so could you guys go to the head of
the line? Everyone else, out on the field after you've serviced
our hot little girl." Turning to Kelly, he said, "What's your
name, sweetie?"

She gave no indication of having heard him as she asked, "Who's
going to fuck me next?" a crazed expression on her sweaty face.
"I need more sperm!"

"Her name's Kelly," put in Zach.

"OK, everyone have fun fucking Kelly, then out on the field, OK?"

With things seemingly under control, Zach took off. He figured
he'd done enough of a thankless and stressful job.

----------------------------

One of Samantha's jobs as school nurse was to check up on the
girls in heat. It was rare to have two in heat on the same day.
Three was quite rare, so she hadn't gotten to Kelly yet.

When she tracked her down in the boys' locker room, she was
concerned at once. "I need it!" cried the girl. "Why won't anyone
do me? Where is everyone?" She was sweaty and bedraggled, and it
was apparent a lot of semen had been pumped into her pussy.

"Hi, Kelly, how's it going?"

"What?" the girl asked.

"It's me, Samantha, school nurse."

"I don't care who the fuck you are, you don't have a cock in your
panties, and I need a cock NOW!" she shouted.

Sam was worried. This was what they called a "hard heat", and
she'd never seen one quite as hard as this.

Sam went around the corner where she saw a couple guys. "Have you
guys been doing a decent job keeping Kelly fucked?" she asked.

"Christ, yes!" said one of the guys. "We were lining up and she
was getting it every 30 seconds there for a while -- I timed it."

Sam whistled, then moved away to put some distance between her
and Kelly's rantings. She made a quick call on her cell, and in
less than a minute, the school PA came on.

"Attention, all students, faculty and staff. All students,
faculty and staff. Could any men or boys who have not ejaculated
in a girl today please proceed immediately to the boys' locker
room. There's a girl in hard heat. Others are welcome as well.
Repeat, any men or boys who can help out a girl in hard heat,
please report to the boys' locker room."

Kelly was shouting at the boy who had clued Sam in. "Why the hell
not? What's the matter with your little willie, eh? Why isn't
there anyone at all?" she asked. "Asshole!" she said to the boy.

"Kelly!" said Sam with authority. "We'll get you some more cock,
OK, it's coming soon, OK? Calm down!"

Kelly smashed her fist into a locker.

Sam yelled, "I need a couple guys for your muscles, not cocks.
Any linemen here?" she said, trying to inject a touch of humor.

"Does she bite?" said one burly guy, coming around the corner.

"I hope not," said Sam.

"Hey," said another guy, "How are you gonna stop a pass rush if
you can't keep clear of some girl teeth?"

"You assholes stop making fun of me!" yelled Kelly.

"How about the physical therapy table?" Sam asked the players.
"This may be tough, so let's get some good physical support.

"Come on, Kelly! We're getting you cocks, OK? This way you can
get them one after another, OK?"

Sam led her to the massage table, then laid her face down.

"Where are the guys?" Sam asked with some exasperation.

"Well, with three girls in heat most of them have shot their wad
already," said a wide receiver.

"I know, I know. Look, I see you've got it up," said Sam to one
of the guys. "Can you just get into her and fuck, even if you
can't come? It's better than nothing."

"OK," said the tight end, "but can someone make sure she doesn't
kick me in the balls?"

"Yeah, we'll handle it," said the center and right guard, who
started holding Kelly down.

The tight end fucked away. All he had signed up to do was fuck,
but a guy usually wants to go for orgasm. And after he had been
at it for a couple minutes, it looked like he was getting close.

"Oh, shit, I need more!" said Kelly.

A few guys were trickling in in response to the PA announcement.

Still the tight end humped away. "Oh, man, I'm almost there," he
said, pumping with urgency. But Kelly was moaning, "Oh, shit, I
need sperm..."

The tight end was a hero for volunteering, but Kelly needed sperm
-- lots of it, and fast.

Sam tentatively went up to him and slid a hand over his butt to
touch his balls lightly, then murmured "You can spurt now, but if
you stop, that's fine, I'll let you come in my mouth."

The tight end looked at her with surprise. "Oh, wow," he said,
but he kept pumping. "Unnnh, unnnh, unnnhh, oooooooo," he said,
as his orgasm took him.

"Thanks," said Sam, then addressed the half dozen new guys who
had assembled. The principal, Mr. Weiss, had answered the call.
It was very nice of him, but he was at least 60, and she didn't
want to risk any more delays. She tried to finesse the situation.

"Look," she said. "Thanks so much for coming. What I need first
are guys who haven't come in at least 24 hours and who think they
can come within a few seconds."

"And if you haven't gotten a good whiff of her yet, that's easier
than usual," said the center. There were chuckles all around.

"I need to get fucked!" screeched Kelly, thrashing against the
two linemen.

A short young man approached, probably a freshman. He was naked
from the waist down, cock small but very stiff. He leaned over to
sniff Kelly's rear end, and as he did, cum jetted out of his cock
and onto the floor. Three large spurts.

"Oh, Jesus," said Sam under her breath, wish exasperation. Kelly
needed sperm now! She needed it up her cunt, not on the floor!

"Hey!" said the guard who was holding Kelly, looking at Sam
sharply. "You don't know what it's like!" Turning to the boy, he
said, "Don't worry about it, Jacob, it happens to all of us." Sam
was touched, and Jacob nodded dumbly.

"I am sorry, Jacob," she said quietly so just he could hear. "I
don't know what it's like, and that was very insensitive of me.
Thanks so much."

Jacob nodded vaguely and moved away.

"Shit! Fuck! God damn you all! Where's my sperm!" wailed Kelly,
shaking her head violently.

Sam moved around the table to Kelly's head and held it still as
gently as she could. "I know it's tough, Kelly. We're working on
it. You're going to get through this just fine," she said softly.

The next guy in line made sure he got his cock up into the crazy
girl's cunt before he came.

"Did you feel that shot of sperm? We've got more coming, one shot
right after another."

Kelly lay quietly for a moment.

The guys stepped up to the eager pussy one by one and shot their
balls up inside. They were doing her a favor, but it was also
obvious that each climax brought ecstasy to the owner of the
twitching cock.

"How's that Kelly, better?"

Kelly managed a weak smile as she shuddered with orgasm.

"Oh, great, girl!"

The tight end approached Sam uncertainly. "Were you serious about
the blow job?" he asked.

"Yes," said Sam simply. "But you took the intra-vaginal option."

"But if I hadn't?"

"Then I would have given you a blow job," she said, with a little
smile before she looked down. The tight end really was quite
cute.

"Wow," he said, moving off.

The school day was nearly over. Kelly was doing OK at the moment,
but this was a hard heat -- the hardest Sam had ever seen, and
she didn't know what to expect. Kelly would survive, certainly,
but Sam had seen those cold, distant girls who hadn't gotten what
they needed during a hard heat.

She made a phone call she had never made before. She called the
penitentiary.

------------

The guard spoke in the cafeteria.

"Listen up, you guys. All of you with at least five credits,
here's a chance for community service, to help repay your debt to
society. We have a lovely young lady in a hard heat, and she'll
be arriving here shortly. Mostly she's going to get her sperm
from upstanding citizens of the community who are being bused in
here. But where there is a lag, or between busloads, you may be
given a chance to help the lady.

"You'll have sixty seconds. If you can come in her pussy, you'll
earn another credit. There will be guards with you -- but still,
any misbehavior, you'll lose one. They say she smells out of this
world -- woo hoo!"

-------------

Kelly came down from an orgasm, and felt a little satisfaction,
rather than a frantic urge for more. Still, the next cock was
very welcome and she appreciated the familiar pattern of faster
strokes, swelling cock, and little twitches.

She became aware of her surroundings. She was on hands and knees,
and the guy behind her who was pulling out was wearing a prison
suit!

"What?" she asked. "Where am I?"

Sam rose to take her hand. "You've been having a really hard
heat, Kelly. How are you feeling?"

"OK, but..."

The next prisoner had come into the room, cock hard and sticking
out through his orange prison uniform.

"I don't want him!" Kelly said, turning and sitting, now hiding
her rear end rather than exposing it.

"How does she smell?" asked Sam.

"Oh, very hot, ma'am, very hot indeed," said the prisoner, cock
twitching and obviously hoping for a shot in this young pussy.

"How about you guys?" she asked the guards.

"Nah, it is getting kind of weak, actually," said one.

Sam had never seen a girl come out of heat so fast.

"What do you want, Kelly?"

"Yuck!" she said. "I don't want sex with any of these creeps!
Have I been letting them do me? What the hell was I thinking..."

"Are you ready to go home?" Sam asked.

"I can't get out of here soon enough!" Kelly said. It was 4:30am.

It was a fair drive from the penitentiary to Kelly's house.

"Thank you, Sam," Kelly said after a while. "Was I really as much
of an asshole as I remember?"

"You were in heat," Sam smiled. "Girls always act kind of strange
in heat, you know that."

"Yeah," she said. "But somehow I never thought I would. And --
did I really slam my fist into a locker?"

"Yeah."

"Did I call one guy an asshole, and tell that guy he was a pussy,
and --"

"Kelly, you were in the hardest heat I've ever seen. You did just
fine."

"Oh, man..." she said. "And what about Alex! I haven't thought
about Alex for hours!"

"Kelly," Sam said, a little louder. "That's normal. You did fine.
You can send them apology cards if you want."

"Yeah, that might help me feel a little better," she said.

When Kelly was quiet for a little, Sam asked, "But one thing - do
you feel really angry at anyone? Anyone who kept you from getting
what you wanted?" Sam held her breath. This was the danger of
hard heats -- that no matter how much sex you let a girl have, it
still wouldn't have been enough and she would get bitter.

"Nah, they were all fine."

"Good. Very good."

Kelly dozed but woke as Sam pulled the car up outside her house.
Her parents were already out the door, anxious to see their girl.
They knew she had been in a hard heat, but had heeded the
recommendations and stayed away until she had come out of it.

"And Kelly -- you're excused from school tomorrow."

"Thanks," said Kelly, barely able to hold her eyes open.

Kelly became pregnant with triplets -- no two of them identical.
All three had different fathers.

========================
Meghan
-----------------------

At age 14 Becky had given birth to a son Evan, conceived on the
Sunday she spent in the Catholic Church. At 17 she had borne a
daughter Meghan. She had had five more children since, and was an
especially honored member of society for her role in producing
precious babies. She had always been provided with a comfortable
lifestyle, including access to the highest quality child care, in
the form of nannies when she wanted them, babysitters when that
suited her needs better.

Right after Meghan's birth, Becky had met Richard and married
him. He was not the biological father of any of her seven
children, but loved them as if they were his -- it was quite rare
for any man to live with a biological child.

They had given up two of her younger children for adoption,
though it was more like sharing than adoption in some ways. They
lived with another family right next door. They thought of the
other couple as their parents, but also knew that "Aunt Becky"
was their actual biological mother and visited her often.

When Meghan was twelve, Becky had started planning for her first
heat. At first, Meghan had refused to discuss it -- being in heat
was gross, something that would happen "later." But hormones had
had their effect, the girl had gotten interested in boys, and it
was something she could at least think about a little.

"Are there any of our friends you would be interested in? Mr.
Golden? Mr. Woodhead? Mr. Johnson?"

"I don't want to do it with any of them!"

"Of course not, and you won't have to. But are there any of them
you don't like, for instance?"

"Mr. Woodhead."

"OK. What about boys at school?"

"What are you going to do? I don't want anyone to know I'm
interested! They might get weird on me now!"

"Would it be so terrible if a boy got interested in you now?"

"Yes! And what if he said no?"

"OK, OK, I promise I won't say anything."

Some girls were better able to think ahead to how they would be
in heat, but Becky dealt with Meghan where she was. She didn't
tell anyone of Meghan's preferences, but she did keep lists.

---------------

"Mom, I think I'm getting it," Meghan said as she approached her
mother's bedside. Her parents slept apart, not due to any
important tension between them -- it's just that her father
snored.

Becky was awake at once, anxious to see if Meghan had finally
reached that milestone. She realized it was Saturday morning, and
if Meghan really was in heat, that would be perfect! First she
needed to make sure.

"How do you feel?" Becky asked.

"Tingly and warm down there," she said.

"Any interest in sex?"

Becky could feel the surge of feelings rise in her daughter.
"Yeah, I think so. I never really believed I would be -- or I
never wanted to believe it." After a pause she moaned, "But I
don't want to be a total slut, like all those girls at school!"

"Whatever happens, it's OK." Becky smiled.

"I know, but I still don't want to!" Meghan said, sitting and
leaning against her mother, trying perhaps to be a little girl
just a little longer.

"There, there," said Becky. After a moment she added,
mischievously, "Would you like to go tell your father?"

Becky saw her daughter gulp. "Yes!" But she regained her
composure, "Just to tell him, though."

She went to her daddy's room, knocked, and entered. Richard was a
sound sleeper.

"Daddy," she said, at the edge of his bed.

Richard stirred and sat up, as Becky watched from the doorway.

"I think I've gotten..."

Richard was smiling broadly, a glazed expression on his face. "No
question about it," he said, sniffing deeply. He reached out to
her slowly, reaching for her breast beneath the T-shirt she slept
in, waiting to see if she would shy away.

Meghan did shy back for just a second, then Becky could see her
chest heaving with excitement.

"Daddy, would you --"

"Yes, sweetie, yes, yes!"

And with that, both stripped with lightning speed.

Meghan bounced down in the middle of the bed on her back, legs
spread wide.

Richard launched himself onto her, hesitating a moment with his
cock at his daughter's opening.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes! Put it in me!" Becky's shy daughter urged.

And Richard took his daughter's cherry, just like that. Becky saw
his shaft disappear, heard husband and daughter moan and pant,
and seconds later saw her husband press in so far it moved Meghan
up several inches on the bed.

"Oh, Meghan!" he sighed with utter contentment as his spurts died
down.

"Oh, Daddy!" Meghan moaned.

He collapsed beside her.

Becky set off excitedly to make some calls and set her plan in
motion.

----------------

After a couple minutes of snuggling with her father, Meghan said,
"Can you do it again?"

"Not yet, sweetie."

"Who else is there?"

"I can think of one other male in this house right here."

"Evan?"

"Can't think of anyone else."

"You think he'd want me?"

Richard said with a suggestive smile, "You could find out."

Meghan put on her T-shirt and followed her father to her big
brother's bedroom. Her father smiled as he said, "Let's just open
his door here, and see what he does."

Within seconds, Evan stirred, smiled, and sat up. He turned to
see his sister and father in the doorway.

"Your time, sis?" he smiled. "You want it?"

"Ummm, maybe. You want me?"

"Very, very much!" her big brother said.

Meghan raced into her brother's room and gave him a kiss on the
cheek, but there was more urgent business than kissing.

Evan was up in a flash, stripping off the briefs he slept in,
pulling the waistband way out from his body to get over his very
hard cock.

Richard looked on from the doorway. Becky came up behind him and
the two proud parents smiled at each other.

Meghan was on her back in a flash, and without asking, Evan
buried himself in his sister. He came in the same motion he drove
his prong up her pussy.

Brother and sister moaned. A tear came to Becky's eye as she
remembered her brother Steve and how wonderful he had been to her
that morning not so many years before.

Uncle Steve and Meghan had a special bond. They would have adored
fucking each other during her first heat, and Becky would have
loved to see it. But unfortunately Steve lived a thousand miles
away.

Richard's cock was hard again from Meghan's smell and the sight
of his son doing his daughter, but he slipped away down the hall.
He wanted Meghan again, but he wanted to wait for her to come to
him. Becky caught up to him, and glancing at his cock gave him a
sympathetic hug.

Evan's cock was up within a minute, and he was eager to roll onto
Meghan to take her again, but he remembered what his mother had
asked. She had made him promise he wouldn't take Meghan unless
she asked for it.

But Meghan noticed his hunger, noticed his cock, and said with
wonder, "You want to do it again?"

"God, yes!' he said.

Meghan was thrilled to lie on her back and watch her big brother
initiate another sexual union with such enthusiasm.

He burrowed his cock in again, to Meghan's utter delight, and
started humping away, an intense smile on his face. He hadn't
lasted long enough to do any in and out before. Meghan's pleasure
mounted, and within a minute she felt her orgasm building.

"Ah, give it to me, Evan!" she said, and felt his urgent moan,
sending them both into orgasm together.

Meghan rested for a minute, snuggled against her brother. Becky
stopped by the door to admire her two oldest children.

Evan's cock started rising again, and it looked like they might
be headed for a third round. Becky was reluctant to intervene,
but she started feeling bad for her husband. "Excuse me, but I
think your father is ready again -- if you want."

"Oh, yeah! Daddy!" said Meghan, jumping up, remembering how great
her first time had been with her father.

"And if you're willing," Becky said in a low voice as the girl
passed, "Can you get up on your hands and knees and let him do
you from the rear? I know he really likes that."

"Oooo, that would feel so naughty and good! Sure, mom!" said
Meghan, giving a brief shudder before rushing to her father's
room where the man lay naked with a full erection.

"Come on, daddy, do me like a doggy!" his daughter said.

And as Meghan bounced onto the bed, on hands and knees, Richard
eagerly rose and mounted her. As Richard caught Becky's eye, she
winked at him, and he gave a little smile.

As he slid his member into her, Richard's attention turned fully
to his daughter, fully in heat and craving his penile thrusts. He
held out for a minute, though his daughter came within a few
seconds of being penetrated. She came again when he did, seeding
her once more.

Meghan was aware of some commotion out in the living room, and
just as she was going to investigate her mother appeared.

"Mr. Golden and Mr. Johnson are here," she said. Would you like
to get intimate with them?"

Meghan smiled enthusiastically.

"In your bedroom, OK?"

Meghan sat on her bed naked, pussy wet and dripping from the
contributions of father and brother.

Mr. Golden appeared at the door.

"Mr. Golden!" she said.

"Oh hi, Meghan! I haven't seen you in so long, you're really -- "

"Can you fuck me, Mr. Golden?  Please?  Now?" She was in no mood
for chitchat.

"Ummm, you bet!" he said.

Meghan lay back on her bed, legs spread wide to receive the
family friend.

Mr. Golden pulled off his trousers and briefs. He had already
ditched his shoes.

Meghan didn't speak, she just pointed to her pussy hole. Mr.
Golden first dipped his nose to within an inch of her pussy and
took a deep breath.

"Ah!" he said, then mounted her excitedly and pressed in. This
was the third cock Meghan had enveloped, and she was already
discovering the differences. Mr. Golden's was a little smaller,
but it didn't matter.

She felt her pussy squeeze, felt Mr. Golden speed up, and then
heard his, "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck!" as he came.

Meghan grinned and shuddered. "Mr. Golden, what a naughty word!"
she said.

He started to look apologetic before realizing she was teasing
him.

The other house guests arriving at the unlikely hour of 7:30am
were Mr. Johnson and another friend of the family who had watched
Meghan grow up, and she eagerly welcomed each of them up her
pussy.

Becky then approached her daughter. "How's it going?"

"Great, mom! Great! I know I'm being a slut, but it's so much
fun!"

"Good! Now, have some breakfast so you can keep your strength
up."

Meghan wolfed down a couple waffles and scrambled eggs and some
juice. Becky noted with some relief that Meghan wasn't acting
frantic the way some girls did. If she had been, Becky was ready
with lots of cocks waiting in the wings, but she was glad Meghan
was more relaxed. It would be a more pleasant experience.

"I have another surprise for you," said Becky, when Meghan had
finished eating. "Come on outside."

"Should I get dressed?" Meghan asked.

"Not unless you really want to. You're in heat; be proud of it!"

Meghan went out the front door into the bright sunshine, stark
naked. She saw a long black stretch limo.

Becky explained, "I thought you should have your heat in privacy
and in style."

"Oh, wow!" Meghan said.

"What boys would you like to pick up? Isaac, George, David?"

"All three!" Meghan said excitedly."Hey! Those are the three I
told you about, and you promised never to tell!"

"I didn't tell them, but I've been in touch with their parents,
and called again this morning."

"And they all want to do me?"

"They do! And to stay with you, if you want."

"You mean, like between fucks? Watching me?"

"If you want."

"It sounds really, really exciting!" Meghan said, eyes bright.

The inside of the limo had plush carpet in the section behind the
driver, then one mattress on the floor further back and another
in the very rear at seat height. A curtain hung between the
carpeted section and the first mattress allowing privacy if
desired, though it was currently pulled back.

After mother and daughter got in back, Becky told the chauffeur
to head towards Isaac's house.

"We're headed to Isaac's, but you know, Meghan, if you see anyone
on the way you'd really like to give you a fuck, just stop and
we'll ask."

"Just like random people?"

"Sure! The worst they'll do is say no, and I have a secret
weapon."

Meghan scanned the sidewalks eagerly as the limo traveled. "He's
sure cute!" Meghan said, referring to a college-aged boy jogging
by in sweats.

After getting the driver to pull over, Becky raced out and
flagged the guy down.

After her mother spoke briefly, Meghan watched him shake his
head, but then she produced a pair of panties and stuck them
under his nose -- her panties!

The young man smiled, wavered, and followed Becky to the limo.
Once inside, with the door shut, Meghan's fresh and alluring odor
filled his nostrils.

He gave that dreamy smile she was getting used to. "You want it?"
he asked.

Meghan nodded, legs spread wide on the mattress.

The young guy pulled his shorts down and pressed into young
Meghan.

"Can I just let myself go?" he asked.

"Yes!" Meghan said, her eyes fixed on this young man she had
never before seen in her life and who was now so intent on mating
with her.

"Nnnnhhhhh!" he moaned, and she felt his cock twitching.

He pulled out, moaning, then said, "Got to be going," half
question and half announcement.

"Sure!" said Meghan, though on impulse she reached out to kiss
his softening cock.

"You were really good!" he said just before he shut the door.


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"Hi, Meghan," Isaac said a little shyly as he hopped into the
limo. Becky noticed he looked a little embarrassed, matching his
parents' report that he had a crush on her daughter. Otherwise he
would already be freeing his cock.

"You want to fuck me?" Meghan asked brightly.

"God, yes!" Isaac answered, freeing his organ before sliding it
into the girl of his dreams. He didn't try to hold back, and
Meghan's odor induced his body to ejaculate quickly. His primal
instincts held off the rhythmic contractions just long enough for
his body to verify he was going to shoot it in the right place.
Her hot and wet pussy engulfing the sensitive head of his cock
was ample evidence, and he fired. Pulse after pulse of gooey
sperm surged right up inside where they both so desperately
wanted it.

George was just as eager, and added his contribution to the mess
up inside her in short order. Dave was a little calmer; only he
knew that he had jerked off a mere hour before.

"Hey, Meghan," Isaac said, as Dave was positioning himself to
take the hot girl. Isaac tentatively reached with his mouth
towards her nipple. Seeing she wasn't objecting, he took it in
his mouth and sucked.

"Oh, that feels SO good!" Meghan exclaimed. "Oh, and that too!"
she said as Dave's penis burrowed into her. She came as soon as
he was in to the hilt. Dave humped in and out for over a minute
before coming.

Becky waited in the front section, sneaking an occasional peek
behind the curtain and thrilling at the sounds of her daughter's
happiness.

"Me again?" asked George.

"Oh, yes!" said Meghan.

As he sucked away on his crush's breast, Isaac realized that he
had lost his turn! Since he had gone first, he should have been
the first to do it a second time. He would fix that soon enough,
though, and he did enjoy sucking on Meghan's luscious breasts.

Getting into the idea that there were more possibilities than
just plain old fucking, Meghan asked Dave, "Can I hold your
dick?"

"Sure," he panted, and Meghan eagerly slid her hand over his
softening organ, slick with Meghan's juices and a fine mixture of
the sperm of many males -- her father's, her brother's, the
runner's, George's, Isaac's -- and Dave's own, so recently shot
forth from that tiny slit in the end.

"Hey, what about mine?" Isaac asked, popping Meghan's nipple out
of his mouth momentarily.

"Sure!" she said, grasping Isaac's organ. "Hey!" she said
gleefully. "I've got one cock in each hand and another up my
pussy! And Isaac, yours is so hard! I wish you could do me at the
same time as George!"

"Hmm, you do have another opening down there," Isaac said, though
he didn't really find the prospect that appealing.

"No way!" Meghan said, but not for the reason he thought. "Every
drop of sperm has to go up my pussy, you understand? If I had two
pussies, though..."

The boys didn't come instantly when they had just done it a few
minutes before, and by the third time around they thrust at quite
some length, letting Meghan have a few orgasms per ejaculation.

As the sexual frenzy lessened somewhat, Becky served chips and
dip, popcorn, milk, cookies, soda, chocolate...

"Something's not quite right, mom," said Meghan when she had
eagerly gone back to fucking after a round of snacking.

The foursome had been at their antics for over an hour.

"You probably need some fresh cum from a different guy. I mean
you guys are all great, but you only produce so much of the
stuff. And they say it's good to get cum from at least 20 guys --
more like 40 if you really want to get pregnant."

"OK! Where are the other guys?" Meghan said eagerly.

"I have a plan, if you like the idea. You look through the front
window as we cruise."

Meghan got into position and looked through the screen separating
chauffeur from the rest of the limo.

"If you see a guy you like, point him out and I'll see if I can
nab him."

They set out but didn't see any appealing guys right away.

"Can one of you fuck me from behind while I'm looking?" Meghan
asked, getting up on hands and knees.

What a perfect touch! Becky thought.

Isaac reacted first, and soon thrust his hard cock up into his
favorite girl once more.

But before long Meghan called out, "Him! I want him!"

The limo pulled over.

"Time to get off, young stallion," Becky said to Isaac, who
good-naturedly backed away, his hard cock sliding out from among
the copious secretions. Becky then wiped Meghan's panties down
her crotch to get a fresh scent and went out to see if she could
coax the next young man into the limo and thence into Meghan's
vagina. Fresh pussy juice was very persuasive, and only two guys
couldn't be tempted.

As morning yielded to afternoon, Meghan took cock after cock,
thrilling deep down with each new dose of sperm from a new man.
In between, she had one of her three classmates soothing and
satisfying her vagina with smooth, deep thrusts. But when the new
man with new cock and new sperm was ready, the familiar cock gave
way for a little while.

Around three, Meghan found fewer and fewer guys she wanted to nab
from the streets to fuck her.

Then she got a little quieter as one of the boys kept sliding
back and forth.

Becky recognized the signs. "Are you done, maybe, Meghan?"

"Well..." she said, looking back over her shoulder apologetically
at George.

"Say, George," Becky said. "I think Meghan's coming out of heat."

"Oh, OK," he said, with a few last thrusts before withdrawing.

"That was really great!" Isaac said.

"Yeah, it was," Meghan answered. "But I won't want to do it
tomorrow, right?"

"Of course not, we understand!" the boys all said, though Isaac
was hoping he might change her mind about that in time.

------------

The limo dropped Becky and Meghan back at their house at 4pm,
then headed off to deliver the three boys to their respective
houses.

Meghan showered and took a nap before appearing at dinner.

"Hi, sis," said Evan.

"Hi, sweetie," said her father, as father and son approached the
table together.

Meghan was momentarily uncomfortable. "Um, hi?" she said, looking
down. "This is weird..."

Her father spoke from across the table. "Meghan, you were in
heat. I loved doing it with you, and now it's a good memory. Now
I'm back to being your father, not your lover -- at least until
you go into heat again and if you want me again."

"Ditto for me," Evan said.

Meghan smiled and relaxed. "You are all so wonderful. I never
knew a heat could be so happy and fun!"

Becky smiled. That was exactly what she had intended.

Meghan conceived during her second heat and had a total of four
children.

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Luc Olson, 1962 - 2024

Memorial erected 2074

Here lie the remains of Luc Olson.  As head of the "black ops"
USGEC (genetic engineering center), he was the mastermind of the
Heat virus. He ordered it to be released in 2023 against
Presidential orders and was imprisoned later that year. He was
murdered by fellow inmates early in 2024 before he could stand
trial.

Although it is just part of life today, it is hard for us to
understand how radical Heat was in 2024, and how utterly alien
and repugnant to everyone -- especially women and girls.

Never before has a single man with such an unpopular belief had
the vision and courage to deliver so much good to humanity -- to
in fact save it from extinction.

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