Author: Sterling
Title: Men Strike Back: The Right to Rape
Summary: Feminism continues its gains and goes too far -- a third
of men are stripped of the right to vote because they are guilty
of sexual harassment. A coup d'etat with moderate aims deposes
President Chelsea Clinton, but it turns out that nothing
satisfies angry men but the right to rape any woman they want.
Preteens are exempt, but Rachel (11) and Annie (6) accept the new
ideology of male supremacy and help the cause.
Keywords: rape, coerc, humil, MF, mf, Mg, Mf, mg, oral, mastrb,
group

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 8/9/2015.

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Chapter 1

Manifesto of the Men's Equity Party

Through most of history, women have been unfairly oppressed. But
in the 20th century in the US and other western countries, many
wrongs were righted. Women were given the right to vote. Official
discrimination was outlawed, and unofficial discrimination
dropped dramatically. Most careers became open to women in
practice as well as in theory. Women began to outnumber men in
college enrollment and in many professions. The gender gap in pay
steadily narrowed.

Then came the 21st century. Women have continued their gains.
Now, in the year 2040, we say to you: Things have gone too far!

Women earn more than men.

A man can be convicted of rape based solely on the woman's word.
Women can retroactively withdraw their consent. Cases where women
might be lying or mistaken are dismissed as lies contrived by
misogynists. In fact, women can easily blackmail men and many do.

In divorce proceedings, women are always granted custody if they
want it. Men are liable for child support if they had sex with
the women during the relevant time frame or at any time displayed
a parental interest. Men are also liable for child support labor
levies, as in cleaning the house and doing the children's laundry
when no one is home. Women are given a $100,000 credit per child
in asset distribution based on the pain and suffering they
endured during pregnancy and childbirth. Some women don't want
child custody -- indeed, they want to give birth and then give
the father the sole responsibility for raising the child -- in
both labor and finances -- while they return to their
high-powered careers. Women are never liable for child support.

Women's magazines now cavalierly recommend that women arrange to
be impregnated by artificial insemination from genetically
desirable donors. Women can have it all by not telling their
husbands about the artificial insemination. It brings to mind the
cowbird who lays her egg in the nest of another bird, duping her
into doing all the work.

While sometimes required against their will to take custody of
children who may not even be theirs, men are forbidden to be
alone with children who are not their responsibility. Failing to
take adequate measures to ensure another adult is present at all
times is a criminal offense. If a child or woman alleges that a
man has sexually abused the child, the man is automatically
guilty.

The campaign against sexual harassment has gone too far. In
public places, video surveillance is used to issue citations.
Consider a woman who has walked by a man and is thus unable to
see where he is looking. Even if there is no other human around,
if the man is observed on a surveillance camera looking at the
woman's rear end, he is liable for a fine of up to $400 for
sexual harassment. A citation for sexual harassment means a man
is barred from voting. With more than 30% of adult males having
received such citations, the electorate is predominantly female.
Elected officials -- now themselves 70% women -- are answerable
to women alone. A second citation earns a man a place in the
category of dangerous criminals and requires him to wear an ankle
monitor if he wishes to stay out of prison.

All pornography is outlawed -- a man with a collection of images
of women is guilty of a crime if the pattern of images suggests
that he was using them for sexual arousal -- even if the images
are from ordinary clothing catalogs.

We implore womankind to see the present situation as the
injustice that it is. We are your sons and brothers, flesh of
your flesh. We deserve equal rights! Restore the vote to all,
regardless of convictions for minor crimes that should not be
criminal matters. Let us return to an era when everyone is
presumed innocent until proven guilty and the word of a man is of
equal weight to that of a woman.

There is also a fertility crisis in the land.

It has been observed for some time that when women have complete
control of their fertility, they choose small families. As of a
decade ago, they were choosing very small families -- an average
of 1.7 children per woman. Bearing children also has come more
and more to have stigma among women -- talented women don't take
time for the tedious animal duty of bearing new life. Five years
ago scientists identified a further decrease in fertility. It
appears that many pairings of individual men and women are
infertile, for reasons as yet unknown. But this has caused a
further decline in the birthrate. Many women will not become
pregnant unless they take active steps beyond having regular
intercourse with a partner. For those who are honest with their
partners, they hesitate to seek other sperm because he will not
be the father. Because of such fears and simple inertia, many
never do have children. Surveys show that the unease over
fertility has in turn led women to be even more hesitant about
bringing children into an uncertain world, and the birthrate is
due to decline further.

Our society faces a downward population spiral, with no end in
sight. The women who rule society cannot agree on a plan of
action. The Men's Equity Party favors lavish incentives to
encourage women to bear children. The situation is dire enough
that we would even recommend mandatory career leave for women who
do not make a good-faith effort to become mothers, to counteract
the advantages they otherwise accrue over women who do bear
children.

For millenia, women were oppressed, but society flourished. We
righted a wrong, achieved equality between the sexes and society
continued to flourish. But now women have come to dominate men,
you have created a new wrong and this has led to a society in
crisis and decline. We must act! Join the Men's Equity Party!

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Admiral Burdick let the paper flier drop onto his desk and looked
at Lieutenant Chen.

"And this is what President Chelsea Clinton, our fearless
commander-in-chief, has banned?"

"Yes, sir."

"And her reasons?"

"Creating a climate hostile to women."

"Really..." He tapped his fingers on the desk. "I am looking at a
piece of quaint old paper because no one dares to send this
electronically?"

"Yes, sir. Hundreds of men have been arrested who had been
accessing copies online."

"And I suppose you could be arrested for having this copy and
giving it to me."

The younger officer hesitated briefly. "Yes, sir, I could. But I
figure we have to take a stand some time!" He realized he had
raised his voice and finished with a respectful "Sir."

"Have you shown this to others?"

"A few others -- no one above the rank of Lieutenant Commander."

"I see. And what are you asking of me?"

"Why, nothing, sir! I just thought I'd point out the situation.
Women really are something like 65% of the electorate. I don't
know how we could possibly change it. And we officers are all
sworn to obey our commander-in-chief."

"Indeed we are, lieutenant, indeed we are." After a moment, he
went on. "I can keep this, can I?"

The lieutenant suppressed a smile. "Yes, sir, you may keep it,
sir."

"Good. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Dismissed."

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The Admiral thought long and hard. The United States really was
in a sorry condition. He had followed the developments as they
happened -- the humiliations of men, one by one. Many of the
changes had annoyed him, others outraged him. But it all seemed
inevitable, unstoppable. And as an active-duty military officer,
he was bound by a very strong tradition to stay out of politics,
to make it clear that civilians ruled and the military did their
bidding.

He saw the changes in his own family. His wife's interest in sex
had dropped dramatically after their kids were born. There were
years of begging and trying to do every last thing to make her
happy, in the hopes of a sexual union every month or two. More
recently he'd given up. She'd surprised him one day as he was
looking at online ads for women's underwear. She'd playfully told
him that if he was having sexual thoughts while looking at those
ads, he was committing a crime. She'd laughed, but it hadn't been
entirely a friendly laugh. And it had bothered him a great deal.
He had also seen the change in his sons and his daughter.
Elizabeth was the youngest, and for years she suffered the
indignities of younger siblings everywhere. But when his sons
reached puberty, their self-assurance faltered. They could tell
they were in increasing danger. One spiteful female classmate
could ruin their lives with an accusation. Best not to annoy any
girls. And when Elizabeth had become oriented to the world
outside the home, where women ruled, she had become far more
confident. She had had some revenge on her older brothers. She
joked to them in his hearing of how she could say they had abused
her. Just a joke. But there was a reality. Her big brothers
deferred to her now, made sure not to annoy her. And she did what
she wanted. Fortunately she was a decent human being. But it was
all so wrong.

The military was one institution which was still predominantly
composed of men. The enlisted ranks were still overwhelmingly
men. There were more women among the officers, but just not that
many talented women wanted that career path. Some advanced on
merit. A few could advance for a while by blackmailing men, a
source of private anger when male officers congregated.

Everyone assumed that all electronic communication was recorded
and monitored by machines if not people. But the officers were a
tight group. The large collections at the Pentagon met face to
face a lot, both officially and socially. They could exchange
ideas, sound each other out, make plans, form networks.

So the Admiral set to work. You don't get to the rank of Vice
Admiral without a lot of people skills -- political skills. He
was one of the best. He started building his network.

His hand was forced before he was entirely ready. A woman officer
found out, and a female-only military police operation was
assembled to arrest the conspirators. But moles alerted them to
the plan. Military police are helpless if soldiers are brave
enough to point their weapons at them. There was a crisis within
the military about who would align with who. In theory, they all
owed their loyalty to President Chelsea Clinton. But winning over
the men, even those who had never heard of the conspiracy, was
remarkably easy. You could just say, "Equal rights for men. It
can never happen at the ballot box."

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At Fort Benning, loyalist soldiers had holed up in a training
fortification, a sprawling bunker.

Captain Aaron Cox had three hundred men in his revolutionary
unit. His best intelligence suggested a hundred soldiers in the
bunkers -- more than three-quarters of them women.

It was 4pm. He spoke into the megaphone. "In the name of the
Revolutionary Council, surrender! We have the heavy weapons to
breach the bunker. Surrender now and you will be unharmed."

After many seconds an amplified woman's voice countered from
inside. "You are traitors, guilty of treason. Our loyalty is to
the constitutionally elected government of President Chelsea
Clinton. She is our commander-in-chief, and she is yours. The
penalty for treason is death. Put down your weapons now, and you
may be shown leniency."

Through the sound system they could hear raised voices and
arguing in the background. Then another woman's voice bellowed,
"Or you may get your dicks sliced off and your balls hammered
flat!"

The captain could hear grumbling and cursing from his men.

A heavy door in the fortification swung open and two men came
out, the door shutting behind them. They were unarmed and walked
slowly towards the rebel lines.

"Halt!" came a woman's voice from within.

"That's not the army I signed up with," shouted one of them.

After several more steps, a brief burst of automatic weapons fire
issued from the fortification, and both men crumpled to the dirt.

Screams of rage sounded among the captain's men, and they arose
as one body and raced towards the fortification. They had acted
without authorization, but the captain could hardly blame them.

More shots rang out from inside, and here and there a man among
the charging rebels fell.

The captain's aide relayed his instructions through the
megaphone, "Revolutionary soldiers, drop in preparation for
bombardment." They did. Their initial rage was running up against
the fact that they faced impenetrable walls. Orders were given to
the tanks behind, already loaded with bunker-busting munitions --
or ones good enough for this training bunker.

They then fired rounds into the predesignated spot in the wall of
the bunker. After six rounds the wall gave way and a wide gap
appeared.

"Infantry prepare to advance on my signal. Three, two, one...
Now!"

The soldiers rose from the ground and surged forward. There was
no return fire any more, and in groups of twos and threes they
surged through the gap in the wall. Medics attended to the men
who were down.

The word came back minutes later that the fortification was
secured.

Captain Cox advanced to inspect the situation. The few men who
had been inside with the women had apologized and were readily
accepted by the rebel men. This military was now divided by
gender.

"This is the men's revolution!" shouted an excited soldier. "And
you cunts aren't in charge any more!"

A dozen men surrounded four women who were standing facing the
wall, arms outstretched.

"Yeah, show us those cunts!" yelled another, who stepped up
behind a woman and pulled down her camouflage pants.

The other men laughed. Encouraged, the first one pulled down her
panties too.

The captain could understand their anger, but now he spoke. "The
prisoners are to remain unharmed."

"They shot two unarmed men in the back!" screamed a soldier.

Angry murmurs and nods.

"I don't have in mind to kill 'em," drawled another guy. "I don't
even want to *harm* 'em. I just wanna fuck 'em!"

The soldiers laughed and cheered, and as the Captain watched, the
women got shoved into position. One was forced down onto a ledge
on her back, another got bent over a table on her front. A third
was just pushed down on her back on the dirt floor.

Another soldier shouted, "You guys all sick of that 'sexual
harassment' shit? Let's show 'em what *real* sexual harassment
is!"

Cheers of enthusiastic assent filled the rooms.

The men's trousers then came down, hard penises appeared, and the
fucking began.

"They're fucking the bitches!" echoed through the other areas of
the occupied fortification. And throughout, the mass fucking
began.

A couple sergeants snuck glances at the captain, and after a
moment, he just shrugged. They smiled and pulled their own pants
down. He went through a couple passages to the command center and
found the ranking officer among the loyalists, a woman with the
rank of major.

"Captain, this is an outrage! Control your soldiers!"

"And what about shooting men in the back? What about threatening
to hammer our balls flat?"

"Those were unauthorized actions," said the major.

"An officer is responsible for the actions of everyone under his
or her command," said the captain.

She had no answer for that. He smirked, then turned her around,
slammed her down on the table, yanked her pants down roughly. His
cock rose strongly in his anger, and he took her from the rear.

"The captain's doing it too!" went the word through the
fortification, followed by laughter, and renewed fucking by all
who felt like it.

Most of the women endured their fate in dazed silence, but the
major kept up a string of invective and threats.

A passing soldier said to her, "You ain't major of nothing now
except maybe the whore corps!" to general amusement, and that
shut her up.

The quip cheered the captain and delighted his loins. He fucked
deeper and harder, with more enthusiasm, and creamed the deep
innards of his theoretically superior officer's pussy.

So, was the Revolutionary Council going to court-martial him?
Damned unlikely, he thought. This was a *men's* revolution!

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Admiral Burdick was the leader of the coup, and he was now Acting
President. He was prepared to help implement the Men's Equity
Party's agenda, but events had overtaken the sensible plans in
the party's platform.

It was a tense meeting of the Revolutionary Council, composed of
the Admiral and two of the former Joint Chiefs of Staff who
served as his top advisers. Two top officials from the Men's
Equity Party were close advisers but not official members.

"There's no serious organized resistance -- it's all at the
levels of a town here or a valley there," said Army General
Christopher Sanchez, leader of the military ground units.

"Congratulations," said Admiral Burdick.

"But what about these reports of rape?" asked General Max Green
of the Air Force. "There's a breakdown in discipline among the
soldiers."

"It is an unfortunate development," said General Sanchez. "But
it's even worse among the civilians. Men are coming forward in
droves identifying themselves as part of this Men's Equity Party.
The slogan is, 'We can fuck whoever we want. It's a Party plank!'
Playing off 'plank' as slang for penis."

"We need to put a stop to this!" said General Green.

"It's an awfully widespread problem."

"We have martial law. We're in charge. Some highly publicized
arrests -- even execute a few guys if we need to."

"I think that could be very dangerous," said General Sanchez.
"We'd have some soldiers arresting others. Men arresting men. I
think it might introduce a split in the army. It's one thing to
tell guys not to rape, but to get them to arrest the other guys,
knowing they might be executed -- that's hard."

Admiral Burdick said, "And there's an awful lot of them. I don't
know where we'd put them all." He paused. "What have we unleashed
here?"

George Cutler, Vice Chairman of the Men's Equity Party, cleared
his throat. He was the only intellectual in the group, Professor
of History at Yale. "I don't think you can control it. Men have
been down for so long. There is an ancient pattern in human
warfare -- the victorious soldiers scour the countryside, looking
for the young women and raping them all."

"But these aren't enemy women," said General Green. "These are
our own daughters and wives!"

"True, it's different in that way. But women themselves have been
in power. Women themselves have been the enemy. And even if the
situation is a little different, it's tapped into that
deep-rooted pattern. I don't think you have any choice. You have
to let this phase run its course."

"That's insane!" said General Green. "And talk about a split in
the army -- what about other guys raping *their* wives and
daughters?"

"You can protect your own wives and daughters," said the
professor. "Protect them with other soldiers. The men don't have
to be able to rape all the women -- they just have to have a lot
to rape. Enough to keep them satisfied. If you keep your own
women out of sight they should be safe."

"You sound like you've thought about this before."

"I had, of course," said the professor. "I've thought about a
great many contingencies."

"What about the Men's Equity Party members? Do your wives and
daughters get protected too?"

The Chairman of the Men's Equity Party, Leo Chang, spoke.
"Perhaps we can reach an understanding regarding our top cadres
-- about sixty, would you say?"

"Reasonable," said the professor.

"And the others will just smile and not complaint?"

Leo Chang said, "To be a member of the Men's Equity Party, in the
old days when it faced serious harassment, you'd have to be
pretty hardcore. And you wouldn't be so madly in love with your
wife or so fiercely protective of your daughters. Party
membership wasn't usually formal, so we do have the problem of
everyone now claiming he was a member."

The Admiral said, "The military has bases, and a tradition of
discipline, even if it is wavering in this one respect just now.
We can assemble women there to protect them. I think soldiers
will leave the wives and daughters of other soldiers alone."

The others nodded agreement.

General Sanchez said, "As I said, we're facing no serious
military obstacles, but the casualties are higher than we'd
expect. Lots of small units take initiative when faced with
resistance instead of waiting for reinforcements."

The professor said, "That's just what I'd expect. You got some
guys defending a ranch, but the soldiers know there are women in
there. They can wait for reinforcements, but then they've got to
share the pussy with the reinforcements. Better to risk your life
and have fewer guys to share it with."

The military men looked thoughtful.

General Green said, "Have we descended to savagery?"

The professor said, "No, this is a well known development within
civilized societies -- if you take the longer view of
'civilization'."

The meeting adjourned shortly after.

They implemented the plan to protect the military's women. When
enough details had been worked out, 24 hours later, the word got
passed through the chain of command. Women were formally expelled
from the military. Any active-duty male soldier could invite his
mother and all his sisters and daughters to live on a military
base, guaranteeing them protection from sexual advances by men.
In addition, he could specify one other woman to protect, a slot
primarily intended for a girlfriend or wife. However, he was
under no obligation to protect anyone, and he could revoke their
protection and residency on a military base at any time.

The regime identified 1400 women with particularly important
expertise and skills, and made them a deal -- they too could live
in protection on a military base, if they continued to serve the
regime loyally. The number grew over time.

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Mike and Lisa lay on her bed, kissing, naked bodies intertwined.
The late afternoon sun shone through the windows onto her desk.
They were both seniors in high school and had been involved for
four months.

His erection pressed firmly against her thigh, his hand between
her widely spread legs. They had been kissing, but now her lips
drew away as her pleasure started to blot out all other
awareness. His fingers caressed her centerline in the way he had
learned that she liked best. He could see her pleasure
intensifying, feel her getting tense, her little exclamations
showed she was getting close. He lowered his head and sucked hard
on her right nipple, speeding up his finger motion a little. She
gave a big gasp as she thrust her hips upward. Mike smiled, glad
he could satisfy his lover. After a few more deep breaths, her
eyes opened and she kissed him.

She nudged him onto his back and reached down to wet her hand
with her lubrication, then fondled his cock and started rubbing.
A hand job.

"I'd sure like to slide this into you instead," he said.

"I know you would... but I'm not ready for that yet."

"Yeah, I know. But it's natural. We've got condoms. I've had my
fingers up there... Why not?" He was annoyed.

"I'll be ready soon," she said. "That guy raped me, remember? It
takes time to get over that."

"Yeah, I know... Or your lips at least? Kiss it? Suck it? I
promise I won't come in your mouth.?"

"No, not ready for that either."

Mike was deeply disappointed, but his girlfriend was rubbing his
cock and nibbling his ear, and it felt pretty nice. He slid his
hand between her legs again and shoved his middle finger into her
vagina, pressing it in and out, his finger a surrogate for what
he so desperately wished his cock was doing. His pleasure grew,
he jammed his finger just as far into her as he could, and then
he was coming. As always, she took her hand away the instant he
started spurting.

After a few seconds of lying intertwined, he reached over and
cleaned himself up with tissues.

"There's been this revolution, right?" he said. "Men should be
getting more rights."

"I don't think it's going to affect us very much," Lisa said with
a confident smile. They got up and dressed.

"OK, bye.. See you this weekend?" he said.

"Sounds good," she said, giving him a goodbye kiss and showing
him out of her bedroom. He let himself out of the house and
walked home.

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In the early evening light, Mr. Clarence Jones walked the few
blocks to Lisa's house. He knocked on the side door, the one the
family used.

"Oh," said Lisa's mother. "You raped my daughter! "How dare you
come to our house!" She tried to slam the door, but Clarence's
foot blocked it. "Go away. Or I'll call the police."

"Go ahead. Is Lisa here?" He pushed the door open and stepped
inside.

"No."

Just then the young woman appeared behind her mother's shoulder.
"Oh, it's you," she said.

"Let's go into the living room," said Clarence. When the mother
hesitated, he grabbed her arm and pushed her in that direction.
Lisa followed.

"Lisa, do you want to tell your mother what really happened?"

"What do you mean? I've told what happened many times."

"No, you haven't. I'll tell your mother what happened. You were
babysitting for our family. We paid you $15 an hour. You asked
for a raise, so we gave you $20. But a couple weeks later, you
told me you'd need $100 an hour or you'd accuse me of raping you.
And I never touched you once!"

Lisa's confidence seemed to waver.

"And I refused, because if I gave you $100, then you'd be asking
for $200 next, or $1,000. And you -- you made your accusation!
You followed through, you made it, and I took the plea bargain
and only served three years. Though I've got to wear this thing,"
he said, kicking his foot forward to show his ankle monitor.

"Mr. Jones, if you don't leave now, you're going back to prison
for life. Just leave now and we can forget this whole thing,"
said the mother.

"No, sorry," he said. "Maybe you heard there was a coup? That we
now are under the rule of Admiral Burdick?" His right to take
Lisa hadn't exactly been spelled out, but the message was clear
to Clarence.

"I... I'm sorry," said Lisa.

"You did that?" said her mother. "Well, girls will be girls!" she
said breezily.

"Sorry, 'Girls will be girls' does not make up for three years in
prison. I don't know what you deserve for that, but I know where
it starts. I'm going to fuck you. Right now."

Lisa gulped.

"You were always hot. You're an evil little bitch, but you're
still hot. So, into your bedroom."

He rose, and Lisa rose uncertainly. So did the mother, but
Clarence roughly pushed her back down onto the sofa. "You stay
here."

Lisa started up the stairs, slowly.

"Move it!" said Clarence, pinching her ass through her jeans.

Lisa went faster, and Clarence followed her.

Lisa flipped the light on in her room, and Clarence locked the
door behind him.

"I... I'm sorry," she said, "Can you, please... Is there anything
else...?"

"No! Strip! Naked! Now!"

Lisa did as she was told, and soon stood before him, miserable,
naked, fighting back tears.

"Nice tits," said Clarence, grabbing the left one in his right
hand and squeezing hard.

Lisa jerked briefly and mouthed "Ow!" silently.

"Maybe I should bite the other nipple off completely," he said.
"As a down payment on what you owe me.... Nah, forget that. Go
lie on the bed so I can fuck you."

Lisa lay back, legs spread partway. Clarence took off his shoes,
pants, and underpants, revealing a fairly engorged but soft
organ.

"I think I have a condom," said Lisa meekly.

"Condom? Condom? We're trying to make babies! The world is
running out of babies. There's no more condoms!" he said.
"Actually, see my cock here? Tell me you want so much for it to
fuck you and make you pregnant. And while you're at it, rub
yourself down below so you'll be nice and wet and ready for a
smooth fuck. Actually, skip the speech for now. Suck it."

Lisa sat up, stealing a glance at Clarence, and took the organ
into her mouth. How he'd dreamed of her doing that when she was
13! He was very angry at her, but he wasn't really there to
punish her. He was there because he wanted to fuck her.

He felt his erection strengthening, and while the blood pulsed
into it, he used his hands to caress the girl's hair and
shoulders. She really was beautiful. Looking down he saw light
brown shoulder-length hair, big brown eyes, a button nose, red
lips pursed around his cock. Below that were symmetrical B-cup
breasts, tight and high, below that a narrow waist which flared
out to respectable hips. She was sitting cross-legged, and at the
junction of her thin, smooth thighs her fingers poked deftly into
her modest thatch of brown pubic hair, gently rubbing.

His erection was full now, and Lisa began working her tongue over
it more energetically -- maybe trying to get him to come in her
mouth as a form of contraception?

"Enough," he said. "Now say it!"

She hesitated, and he grabbed her right tit.

"Please fuck this thing into me and make me pregnant," she said.
"Stuff me with gobs of sperm."

She lay back and spread her legs wide, then spread her pussy lips
with her fingers, biting her lip. This was his dream. He lowered
himself into position, preparing for the fuck. None of this
gentle, hesitant stuff like he'd done all his life, with his wife
and the girlfriends before her.

"Say it again," he said.

"Please fuck that thing in me and make me pregnant! Ejaculate way
up inside me!" She was acting well enough that she sounded kind
of like she meant it.

"Say, 'I'm a miserable cunt and I deserve to get fucked'."

"I'm a miserable cunt, and I ... deserve to get fucked ... and
worse... I can't believe I blackmailed you."

"Oh, shut up about that! Time to make your lie into the truth!"
He gave a sarcastic laugh.

His tip nuzzled into her vestibule, the hot, moist feminine part
that promises so much more. Then he shoved in hard. Her tube
opened to receive him. She was slick and hot, just like a girl
should be. Soon he found his depth and began a vigorous fucking
motion.

"I'm a miserable cunt and I deserve to get fucked," she said, and
then she started crying softly. "I deserve anything you do to
me."

No need to hold off. He didn't give a shit about her pleasure,
and if he wanted more, he'd do it to her again. Every level of
his being, from moral righteousness right down to the skin of his
glans, agreed he was doing the right thing. So he fucked her
harder and faster and his body did its thing, feeding his
pleasure deliciously. Those multiple levels of his being agreed
that his cock was in a perfect place for him to ejaculate, and
that this was the perfect time. Stabbing in and out brought
fantastic pleasure, building more and more -- then he made his
final lunge and felt ecstatic relief, his manly twitches dousing
the deep end of her pussy with gobs of sperm, just like she asked
for.

He pulled out. Lust satisfied, his anger came back weakly. "I
ought to beat you to a pulp for what you did to me," he said.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm so sorry..."

"All you've got so far is a pussy full of sperm, delivered just
the way we've been making babies for thousands of years. Hardly a
punishment."

He heard a buzzer below and Lisa's mother rushing to open the
door.

He faintly heard, "Oh, thank goodness you've come. He's still
upstairs -- with her." She must have called the cops, and he
realized he'd known she might.

Clarence had a momentary pang of fear. His lust satisfied and his
anger mellowed, it struck him that he had done a rather foolish
thing. There had been the coup, but still...

Lisa hesitantly started to get dressed, and he saw her looking at
him to see if he'd object.

"Fine, go ahead," he said wearily, dressing himself.

Lisa bolted out the door and tripped down the stairs. When
Clarence came down a few moments later, he saw the police officer
in the kitchen, with mother and daughter behind him hugging each
other.

"So, tell me what happened here."

The mother started babbling, but the policeman held up his hand
to stop her. "I want your side of it," said the officer, looking
at Clarence.

Something in the back of his mind told him he should ask for a
lawyer. But he was tired. He started with a simple version. "Four
years ago, she accused me of raping her, back when she babysat
for us. It was actually extortion. I never touched her, but I
knew the lay of the land. I pleaded and served three years and
still wear this thing on my ankle," he said.

"Oh, you can get rid of that any time. So what happened tonight?"

"I heard about the coup, I've been mad as hell about this, so I
came over and raped her properly. Like she deserves. Just the
beginning of what she deserves," he said.

"He even admits it!" said the mother.

"Hmmm," said the cop, then motioned to Lisa. "Any broken bones,
big bruises?"

"No," she said quietly.

"Well," he said, facing the two women. "Things are different
around here now, and he's got a lot better handle on it than you
two do. Shame on you, sweetie-pie," he said, looking at Lisa.
"Doing extortion like that. Come here," he said, seating himself
in a solid kitchen chair. "Pull down your pants and bend over my
lap."

"What?" said the girl.

The mother laughed.

"Um, no, it's not a good time to laugh," said the officer
sternly. "I am the policeman, and I've ordered your daughter to
do something. I'd suggest she do it!" he said with rising threat.

Lisa pulled down her pants to her ankles and awkwardly started to
lie across his lap.

Clarence couldn't help smiling.

The officer grabbed her torso and pushed it down. She used her
hands to keep her head from crashing into the floor. He roughly
pulled her panties midway down her thighs. "You are a very, very,
bad girl!" he shouted, and began whacking her bare rear end with
his hand, hard, over and over.

"Ow!" screamed the girl.

The mother and Clarence looked on, transfixed. The red marks on
her ass cheeks were pronounced.

After 30 sound whacks, the policeman dumped the girl off his lap
and she tumbled to the floor, one hand reaching back to check out
the damage to her tush.

"That's probably all you'll have to suffer for your extortion,"
he said, "times being what they are. But the new rules are pretty
simple and clear. A man wants to fuck a woman, he goes ahead and
fucks her. Her say's got nothing to do with it. So even if Mr.,
um"..

"Jones."

"Even if Mr. Jones hadn't been mad at you, he's got the right to
come into your house and fuck you if that's what he feels like
doing."

"Whu? Huh?" whimpered the mother.

The policeman looked down. "And now you'd better get up off the
floor, because you're a hot number and I want to fuck you too."

Lisa turned her head towards him with a questioning look.

He kicked her. "Get up, I said."

Lisa scrambled to her feet, stumbling on the jeans around her
ankles. She quickly took them off.

The officer walked into the living room, and the others followed.
"I think that sofa over there will be just fine. And you, Mr.
Jones, this woman here is something of a witch, but if you felt
like nailing her pussy, that's entirely your prerogative too.
Might shut her up a bit."

"No...." said the mother.

"Yes," said the officer.

"Not even in private?" murmured the mother.

"Oh, it's up to him," said the officer. "As for this luscious
little thing, I'd find it really hot if you were all watching.
She looks like she's a prime one to get pregnant. The regime's
all in favor of making as many women pregnant as possible....
Yeah, you... strip and get on the sofa there -- like you want to
make it real easy for me to fuck you. Unless you want another
spanking."

Lisa quickly finished stripping and presented herself, butt on
the edge of the sofa, legs spread wide apart.

The policeman pulled his uniform trousers down to his ankles and
displayed a stiff organ, ready to go. He deftly moved into
position.

"Oh, yeah," he murmured, then pressed forward and slid his meat
smoothly into Lisa's cunt.

"Mmmm," he said. "Real easy fit. Sloppy seconds, I bet. I assume
you gave her your load?" he asked Clarence.

"Yeah, I sure did."

"You got the better chance of being the daddy on this one," said
the policeman, humping away. "I already fucked girls on two other
calls tonight, so I'm a bit short on juice. But I'll give it a
try," he said. "Mostly, just feels damned good. You're a good
fuck, you little felon, you. Nice pussy, nice boobs."

"Aren't they? I thought so too," said Clarence.

Seeing the officer shafting Lisa turned Clarence on. He
considered the mother. "So, mamma bitch, free up that pussy and
bend over that chair so I can see what you've got." Clarence
squeezed her arm -- very hard.

That was enough to get the mother into position quickly, dress
pulled up over the small of her back, panties around her ankles.

"Um, does it have to be fucking, or can we do other stuff with
them too?" asked Clarence.

The policeman looked over without stopping his rhythmic humping
and said, "Main thing is don't kill 'em -- or maim 'em. We need
'em to make babies. Of course, one her age won't, but still, want
to keep them alive and in working order."

Clarence dug his hand into the hairy spot between momma's legs.

"Ow!"

He found a pussy -- the big kind that had squeezed out a baby or
two a long time ago. Kind of like his wife's. He stuck his middle
finger up inside. It went but was kind of dry, so he fucked it in
and out for a while. It started going a little easier, so then he
stuck three fingers up there and fucked them in and out.

Under the influence of his rough in and out, the mother's pussy
had gotten kind of slick and his own cock was hard in his pants.
Why not fuck her? He was inspired by the sight of the policeman's
shaft humping in and out of Lisa. He freed his organ and
considered the naked rear end in front of him. His wife had let
him do her from the rear like twice, way back before they got
married. Bitchy momma's pinched face and thick middle didn't show
from this angle. This was a womanly ass with a wet and ready
womanly cunt right there in the middle of everything. Why the
hell had this never been possible in his marriage? He wanted to
spear that cunt like male mammals have been spearing their
females for millions of years. And without thoughts any more
profound than all of those animal males, that's what he did. He
grabbed the butt, aimed his prong, and shoved. The angle wasn't
quite right, so he twisted her hips, the word "lordosis" zipping
through his human mind. She didn't resist, and then his cock
surged just as deep as a cock can go, and he began fucking like
the animal he was -- none of this wondering if she minded or
would like it a little different. To hell with that.

The two men humped in silence for a couple minutes. "Well, not
much chance of planting anything in this old cow, but worth a
shot," said Clarence, fucking faster.

"This one's got nice fresh eggs," said the policeman, humping
faster.

"Nnnh, nnnh," said Clarence quietly.

"Mmmmph, mmmmph!" said the policeman.

They gave each other a quick smile and each then tried to outdo
the other with loud grunting, pounding away faster and faster in
their respective cum dumps.

Clarence got their first. "Oh, yeahhhh!" he said, jammed in deep,
pulsing away.

Just then he heard a shriek, and looked over to see the
policeman's hand clenched on Lisa's nipple while he held male
pelvis against female, thrusting urgently and obscenely.

"Oh, cunt, cunt, cunt, CUNT!" he yelled, pounding in and out with
extreme intensity. Then his rhythm slowed and he pulled out.

He sat on the other sofa, and Clarence sat beside him. The two
men were breathing heavily, cocks shrinking.

Lisa started to get up.

"Nah," said the policeman, "Stay where you are 'til I say it's
time. And hold your knees up so my cum doesn't run out." She did.

Clarence looked at the mother, who had started to straighten up.
"You, keep that ass up in the air like it was. Nice strong arch
to your back."

The officer looked at Clarence. "Yeah, it's been quite a time
down at the station. We have a bunch of women officers,
naturally. And there was, um, 'tension', you could say. One tried
to go out with a guy on patrol, but couldn't hack it the first
time they got to a 'rape' scene. She didn't put up a fight,
though. They all gave in their weapons. The others went home, but
we kept Sarah."

When he didn't continue right away, Clarence took the bait. "And
why did you keep Sarah?"

"She's hot, and she was a word-class cock tease. We keep her in
the lounge and take turns fucking her round the clock. Yeah, cock
teases are going to have a hard time for a while. It's payback
time."

Just then they heard footsteps approaching the house.

The policeman reached for his weapon.

"It's Bill," said the mother softly. "Oh, please don't shoot him,
sir," she said.

"Doubtful it'll be necessary," said the cop.

They heard the kitchen door open.

"Careful, Bill," said his wife.

"Huh?" said the man. He walked into the living room and stopped.
His wife was bent over a chair, bare butt exposed. His daughter
sat naked on the sofa, hands holding her knees up in the air. Now
she came to a sitting position, legs crossed and arms across her
breasts.

"This is the police," said the cop. "Don't try any heroics."

"Oh!" said the man. "Oh!"

"Please, Bill," said the mother. "Don't do anything stupid."

"Have you two been... like... um..."

"Fucking your wife and daughter? That's right," said the
policeman.

"So the rumors are true?" said Bill. "About women having no
choice?"

"Yep, basically."

"It's going to be OK," said the mother soothingly.

"I remember you, you're the one who went to prison for raping my
daughter."

Clarence nodded.

"He didn't, actually," said Lisa softly. "Not back then."

Bill took a deep breath, looked at his wife and said, "Yeah, I'd
say things are going to be OK. You haven't let me into your pussy
in ten years, so I'm glad this gentleman got a chance. I lost
interest. And as for you, Lisa, well... I knew you'd framed Mr.
Jones all along. Couldn't say anything then, of course. But
you've got it coming to you. Some good fuckings will fix your
attitude, I hope. However many it takes."

Mother and daughter began crying softly.

"And maybe I'll get a grandkid too, that would be nice," he said.
"Did you both do her?"

Clarence nodded.

"Good. Put all different kinds of sperm up there, maybe one
kind'll catch."

"Any pussy you've been especially pining for?" said the cop.

"Yeah, I was just thinking that. Four or five pieces, actually.
Lisa's friends Anne and Tracy -- they were so hot and I bet they
still are."

Lisa cried harder.

"The Mays' girl Carly -- Carly May -- she's old enough now."

"But first... first is Jill."

"Not Jill!" said the mother.

"Who's Jill?" asked Clarence.

Bill said, "Girl two doors down. Graduates high school this year.
Sweet girl."

"She, she's always been nice to you, right?" said the mother.

"Yep, no complaints. She's a lovely girl. But she's hot, and I
want to fuck her."

"But if she hasn't done anything wrong..."

Bill chuckled. Clarence gave a smirk. The policeman laughed and
the 3 men exchanged glances. "You tell them," he said to
Clarence.

"It's nothing to do with right and wrong. We men have been
holding back, being polite, always following the rules, always
scared of what could happen for so long now. We want to fuck
girls and women. And now we've won..." The other two men clapped.
"Now that we've won, we're going to fuck them."

"Whichever ones we want!" said Bill.

"Over and over and over again!" said Clarence.

The policeman said, "No condoms. A quick fuck. Wham, bam, splat!"

The other two men laughed.

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The epidemic of rape kept growing. Professor Cutler convinced the
Revolutionary Council that this force was so strong it could not
be stopped. So 72 hours after the edict of protection for the
military dependents, the official word went out -- the word that
would cement male loyalty to the new regime for years to come.

All the women who were not specifically protected were fair game.
They were all available for sexual intercourse. If they didn't
make themselves available, men could break down doors and search
for them wherever they thought they were lurking. If the women
were cooperative, they were not to be harmed beyond the fucking
itself. If they didn't, well, reasonable steps to enforce
compliance were permitted. It soon became clear that the regime
would investigate killings and maimings, but not lesser degrees
of force.

What the professor could have added to his history lesson was
that when men can subdue women enough to fuck them, the men have
little desire to hurt them. Their ancient brain's hope for a
future offspring rests on the woman staying alive and healthy to
raise the baby.

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Chapter 2

To the American woman, from the Men's Equity Party:

You have a monopoly on a bunch of sex organs, most interesting to
us being the vagina. This will henceforth be known by our term,
"cunt". We men have a monopoly on a different set of organs, most
prominent being the penis, or "cock". Cock slides into cunt and
ejaculates -- this is how our species reproduces. The cocks have
been willing and eager, but the cunts have denied entry to cocks
over and over again.

Woman, you have used your cunt as a weapon.

Before marriage it was women who let a man treat them to dinner,
movies, entertainment, all in hopes of a chance to fuck a woman's
cunt, but no... It was just a scam. She got what she wanted, to
hell with him.

From the school years on, girls letting boys do nice things for
them, sensitive sweet talk, knowing the boys were hoping for a
chance to slip into a cunt... but no, false advertising.

Of course, some access was granted, now and again. Enough to keep
the men trying. Like little rats, pressing the bar hundreds or
thousands of times, hoping that just once they might get a
reward.

In marriage, a man swore that it was his wife's cunt and hers
alone that he would penetrate, and in return she would meet his
needs. And she did, for a while -- often a very short while. The
bait of marriage, followed by a switch -- 'I'm tired, I have a
headache'. There once was a concept of conjugal rights, but it
was eroded to nothing. Feminists fueled this -- no woman should
engage in sexual activity with a man unless she really felt like
it -- like from the very core of her being, it must be exactly
what she felt like at that moment. Of course, it was a safe bet
that she wouldn't feel like it unless he had done every last
thing she wanted. On those rare occasions that the concept of sex
was grudgingly agreed to, the foreplay had to be everything she
desired, and lengthy. The sex had to be in the position that
suited her best -- often with her on top, going on and on and on,
in search of her orgasm. And if that even occurred, all too often
the man's reward for his patience was, "Hurry up, I'm getting
sore."

This is now at an end!

We haven't just gone back to the old ways. We've gone beyond. In
the pre-feminist days, women belonged to men. A father owned his
daughter until he transferred her ownership to a man in marriage.
Husbands got sex, unlike in recent years. But so many other men
were left out. The poor man, the awkward one, was left out. No
more! Sex is now available to all men!

Everything is reversed. The old rule was that sex only happened
if a woman felt like it. Now sex happens whenever a man feels
like it! All imprisoned rapists have been set free, because rape
is no longer a crime. The crime now is resisting sexual
intercourse.

You may be glamorous and rich, and the man may be poor, ugly,
unkempt and unwashed. But if he wants to fuck you, he can. On
your back, panties around your ankles, legs spread wide. Or if he
prefers, you get it from behind, like a bitch gets taken by a
dog. If once isn't enough, he can do it again. And again.

We are fortunate that sexually transmitted infections were
eliminated in 2033. Now cocks can slide from cunt to cunt freely,
with no risk of disease.

There is still the risk of pregnancy -- but this is a hope, not a
risk! Given the power to decide for yourselves whether to have
babies or not, you mostly decided not to. You blew it. Individual
choice was a fine idea on its own, but the collective effect was
a disaster. Now men get to decide, and you can bet a whole lot of
men will be doing their best to make a whole lot of women
pregnant.

Birth control has been banned. Diaphragms and caps and
contraceptive gels are no longer for sale. With the help of
medical records, we are tracking down hormonal implants and IUDs
and removing them. Most important of all, the condom -- hated
symbol of male oppression -- is to be found no longer. Cock and
cunt flesh are meant to slide together smoothly, giving pleasure
to man until he ejaculates inside and leaves his semen behind.
This is the natural way -- the way of life.

Some of you women may not like this. Some already have said so.
Some have asked how they can avoid this fate of cum dump for any
man who has the urge.

There is one sure way. That is to not have a cunt. This is how
men avoid getting fucked. If you really want to avoid getting
fucked, use your will power and make that cunt go away. Just like
we men were told to make our sex drives go away -- unless we were
in a long-term, monogamous relationship with a woman who was
truly, deeply interested in sex at a particular moment.

If you still have a cunt, it must be that you really do want to
get fucked. If between your legs is a cavity offering a hot,
tight, lubricated massage to invading cocks, surely you must
expect that they will invade! They will invade, and after however
much sweaty, grunting fucking the man feels like, they will
disgorge their sperm inside.

If you have a cunt, you do not have the right to refuse a cock
that desires entry.

But you do have rights. You have the right not to be physically
hurt. You do not have to let a man kiss you on the lips. You do
not have to pretend that you are enjoying yourself. You do not
have to give blow jobs or hand jobs or take it up the ass. The
only orifice of your body that you must make available is the one
needed for reproduction -- your cunt. You are allowed to
masturbate and use sex toys. Men are not prohibited from giving
you pleasure if they want to.

And a few closing details you may notice. You can no longer vote
or hold elected office. You no longer own anything. Your former
assets are administered now by your fathers, husbands, or
brothers, or if no suitable such male relatives are available,
the state will appoint a guardian.

Are there any bright spots? You can look forward to motherhood!
Sometimes your belly will swell and you will give birth. Your job
is to nurse, nurture, and raise whatever children may come of
this. We'll provide the sperm -- you get to do the rest.

Men have suffered too long under your emasculating power. We will
henceforth fulfill our deepest desires -- fucking and ejaculating
in every cunt that we want.

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

Jacob looked at Max and Max looked at Jacob. They had just heard
the announcement -- guys could fuck any girl they wanted.

"Wow, anyone?"

"Anyone. Who should we go for first?"

"Carly..."

"Oh, yeah, Carly!"

Carly was gorgeous, popular, always well-dressed. And Carly was
mean. She was mean to the girls who weren't cool, and she was
mean to the guys. Making fun of them all -- the nerds, the ones
who struggled with the work, the poets, the average guys --
everyone but a few star athletes.

They jogged on over to her house. It was 9:30 at night. There
were lights on, but no one answered the bell.

"Hey!" said Max. "We want Carly! Let us in."

Jacob called, "You've got to let us in. Or else we break in." The
two of them began heaving themselves against the door.

It opened a crack, and a 50ish man appeared..

"You will go away," he said. "Or I'll call the police."

Max pushed the door open, and he and Jacob occupied the inside
foyer. "You can try. But they're on our side. We want to fuck
your daughter, and you've got to let us. You can't interfere."

The man made Jacob nervous, but the prospect of getting into
Carly's pants was a strong motivation.

"Where is she?" he asked.

The man didn't answer.

"Probably upstairs, right? In her bedroom?"

The two boys tromped up the stairs. There were several rooms with
closed doors, light coming through a crack at the bottom of one.

"Hey, Carly!" said Max, knocking at the first one. "Is this your
room?"

Jacob tried the door and it opened. And there was Carly, sitting
at her desk in front of her laptop. She turned around and looked
at them, frightened.

Max said, "Carly, baby! It's so nice to see you! We were
listening to the news and they said we could fuck anyone we want.
And we thought of you! You've been so nice to us..."

Jacob said, "Yeah, so let's see you strip, show us those great
boobs of yours. And definitely show us what you've been hiding in
your panties."

When Carly didn't move, Max grabbed her arm. "It's a crime to
resist," he said, tugging her to her feet.

Jacob closed and locked the door, and said, I've got to get a
video of this..."

"No," Carly said, "No, please! I'm sorry for any things I said."

"Too late for that," said Jacob. "Smile for the camera."

"Please, no camera!" said Carly.

"That's not for you to decide," said Max. "Now, strip, damn it!"

"Ladies and gentlemen," Jacob said to his phone, "We bring you
the fucking of Carly May, in the era of male liberation! ... She
doesn't look too happy about this, but maybe she'll think about
how everyone felt when she made them feel like dirt... Oh, there
goes her shirt, and we see a bra... There goes the bra, and ....
Oh my, they are nice tits. Not quite symmetric, but they'll do
just fine, wouldn't you say, Max?"

"Yeah, I'd say so." He grabbed one in each hand and squeezed,
then bounced them up and down. "But we want the main
attraction... What do you have in your panties, Carly?"

"Aw, she's crying now, but there goes the button, there goes the
front zipper -- and she's wriggling her hips to get them off...
those jeans sure are *tight*! ... Oh, black underpants, kind of
lacy. But show us, Carly, show us what's inside those underpants!
What have hundreds of boys been dreaming about for years?... Ah,
c'mon, Carly. Don't hesitate. It's natural. The human body is
natural, right?... There go the panties, and I see some brown
pubic hair, nicely trimmed. And what do you think, Max?"

"I think this is promising. I bet she's got a hot cunt down
there, and I'm really hot to fuck it..."

He pointed the camera to the right. "Oh, I see! There's Max's
cock. Quite stiff, very impressive, look at that... That's a cock
that's ready to fuck Carly May! ... but Carly isn't quite with
the program, she's just standing here with her hands in front of
her privates. How are you going to take Carly, Max? From the
rear? Up against the wall?"

"I thought I'd just go for the missionary position..."

"She is not a happy camper, but there she goes, folks, on her
back, legs apart... And there goes Max, kneeling between her
legs. Carly's got her face covered up. Do you have a comment for
the viewers back home, Carly? No comment? OK."

"Oh, let's get a close-up there, Max -- he's found her pudendum,
and holding her labia apart we can see what's inside. A vaginal
orifice, it sure looks like. Those big words were on my SAT vocab
list, I swear! But that's a cunt, to all you guys at home. We
always knew you had one of those, Carly... Max is moving in,
making contact, his cock tip lodged right between those lips,
where the opening is. He's got it in a bit, now he's letting go
of the lips with his fingers... And, he's sucking her left tit...
And now her right."

Max raised his head. "I've jerked off dreaming of this, Carly
baby, but now here's the real thing."

"Max is going to take her... And there it goes, we can see his
cock disappearing into that pussy. He's going and in out, getting
more and more of it into her... And now from this angle we see
it, Max is fucking his cock in and out of Carly May's cunt, he's
really getting the whole thing in there. I'll bet Carly wasn't a
virgin... Her pussy has done this before...."

"And how does it feel in there, Max?"

"Fantastic," gasped Max. "Just amazing..."

"You can see he's speeding up -- he's really giving it to her
good! There's only one way this can end, folks. It's gonna happen
soon, he's going at her so hard... any second now... And there it
is! A big push and a gasp from Max. We all know what that means.
It means he's creamed the inside of Carly's cunt... And here it
comes out again, Max's cock, and we can see some of the cum with
it, yup."

Max was panting.

"What did you think, Max? How was that?"

"It was great, Jacob. Dumping my cum up in Carly -- a real dream
come true."

"And look, Carly's stomach contracting like that -- I think she's
crying. Aww, poor Carly. Well, I sure want my turn."

Max took the camera and took over the narration. "There's Jacob's
cock... Impressive and ready to go... He's mounting the girl,
he's opened her up, he's pushing... And he's in!"

Jacob said, "It's pretty amazing, Max. Really smooth and hot...
Tight too. God, I could plaster her any second, but I want this
to last. Let's get a really good fucking motion going here..."

"Yes, no doubt about it, Jacob is really pounding away. Carly
should have no doubt she's been fucked hard... And what's this?
He's pulling Carly's arm away so we can see her face... Yes,
Carly's face is streaked with tears... Yeah, he's got both her
wrists pinned now, and he's sure got her cunt pinned with his
cock! Let's take a close-up of Carly's face while Jacob fucks
her... Does that feel good, Carly? Getting fucked like that? Are
you going to have an orgasm? ... She doesn't answer. But there's
no condoms here, folks, and unless Jacob pulls out -- "

"No way I'm pulling out!"

"There's going to be more sperm up in her pussy, sperm to mix
with mine. Maybe she'll get pregnant, folks. That is what that is
all about, of course... Jacob's speeding up, here's a close-up of
where his cock is ramming in and out... you see a little of the
base of his shaft, then nothing, back and forth.... and..."

"I *own* you!" shouted Jacob. "Arrggggh!"

"There it goes! You heard his roar, folks. Jacob's sperming the
inside of little Carly May. Very satisfying, Jacob?"

He dismounted. "Oh,... very satisfying... indeed. I'd have to
tell all our viewers that Carly May is a very good lay. A very
nice place to dump your cum!" He took his phone back. "And what's
that I hear? More commotion below... Let me open the door here...
Well, it looks like Max and I aren't the only ones who had this
idea... Four more guys from our high school."

"She's here, we can fuck her?" said a voice.

"We both have," said Max. "She's taken a load of cum from each of
us. I think given how sexy and mean and cock-teasy little Carly
May has been, she's going to get shafted a lot. She could get to
be one tired girl! And her pussy is going to get very sloppy."

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Pronouncement of the Revolutionary Council

Security Necklaces

All females above the age of three are henceforth required to be
outfitted at state expense with a security necklace for their
protection. This necklace allows tracking of their position, and
it allows for the monitoring or recording of events in the
immediate vicinity

While universal sexual access is a cornerstone of the revolution,
there have been excesses committed by men in their exuberance
while exercising their new freedom. In practice, there are many
restrictions on sexual access, though most adult females are
available at some point during each day.

While the ability to enter personal residences was initially
required for men to exercise their rightful sexual freedom, it
occasionally led to theft or destruction of property. The
necklaces will now allow men to track the location of all nearby
females and identify those who are sexually available. Now the
only reason for forced entry to a personal residence is an
available female within who does not make herself sexually
available outside of the residence.

There have been tragic cases of men who interpreted the law as
allowing sexual access to small girls. A girl's necklace will now
mark her as off limits until she has had her first menstrual
period. Females of all ages are off limits *during* their
periods. They are also off limits in the event of a serious
illness.

Good order also requires that females be available for universal
sexual access during only certain times of day. Many women are
employed and cannot do their jobs effectively if an interruption
for sex is possible at any time. Similarly, they need to be able
to get to work and back, and they need several hours of
uninterrupted sleep. Mothers cannot be interrupted for sex when
they have childcare responsibilities.

In practice, women will negotiate with the government a two-hour
window during which they will be available for sexual intercourse
at a convenient location advertised in advance.

A few women are not available at all -- vital employees in
industry and government and close relatives of our brave soldiers
and sailors.

These are a lot of restrictions, and they will be enforced! This
is the first time that girls and women are protected from violent
attack and illegal sexual advances while innocent men are also
protected from false allegations. Attacks can be reliably
punished because the identity of any perpetrator can be
discovered by visual and auditory sensors, verified by later DNA
analysis as needed.

Females do have choices -- any female who is not required to be
available sexually may nonetheless volunteer to engage in sexual
activity with a partner of her choosing and hold him harmless.
She does this by pressing an access code on the necklace and
clearly stating her intention for the benefit of the recording
device.

One major goal of the revolution is to increase the birth rate.
The necklaces will also monitor hormonal status and allow
everyone to know the locations of available fertile women. Men
who are willing to help in impregnating women can then direct
their attentions appropriately.

To allow a better match of males and females based on their
preferences, each female will have an online public profile that
she and her partners can fill out, including relevant videos and
ratings.

Fathers can choose to outfit their sons with necklaces if they
wish, but no male above the age of 18 wears one without his
consent. Any male data is also private except to the extent he
chooses to share it.

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An Open Letter To Fellow Females From a 21-Year-Old

Some women have naturally been very upset by the changes
introduced as part of the revolution. But I've always been a
"glass half full" type of girl, and I'd like to look at some of
the advantages.

The decline in population was a worrying development that needed
a solution. Now we have a solution, and it's going to be
effective. Without contraception and with frequent spermy gifts
from many men, whatever happens up inside our mysterious innards
will happen. Our lack of choice in the matter provides relief
from agonizing indecision many of us faced. Should I have a
child? If so, when?

Many of us wanted sex but were always waiting for the right
partner. We didn't want to seem "easy" or get a bad reputation.
We feared developing an emotional attachment to someone who we
started meeting just for sex. There was the goal of orgasm, to be
achieved through proper choice of partner and proper technique.
There were worries about contraception -- the battle of the
condom. In retrospect, we had very high expectations, and were
setting ourselves up for failure.

Now expectations are low. The men show up with a stiff penis, we
give them access, and they do it to us. Mostly they do it hard
and fast and rough. And they do it quick. They ejaculate, seconds
later the penis comes back out, the semen stays inside, and
they're either up and gone or else asleep. It's the minimum our
bodies need for reproduction. It's what our foremothers got
through most of history. I find it's also very hot -- a man doing
just what he wants.

Any pleasure we get from that kind of sex is incidental, though
if three guys do it in a row, incidental pleasure accumulates. If
instead of just sullenly accepting what we must, we girls show
some enthusiasm, men are more likely to consider our pleasure
too. Men can with a little fingerwork or a vibrator give us
pleasure. Many men don't mind if we do a little surreptitious
fingerwork of our own. Doing that on the tummy side of a man's
pumping shaft, I've come more than once. And when all the men
have left, we can use our fingers or vibrators -- I typically
give myself a rich orgasm, fueled by the vibrator but enriched by
my recent memory of a man doing his male thing exactly the way he
wanted to -- or perhaps memories of twenty men.

We women used to worry a lot about who fathered our babies. But
through most of history, it's the men who have decided which
penis penetrates us. The men argued and fought about that among
themselves -- and now they do again. We don't have to worry our
pretty little heads about it! It used to be just one penis, now
it's lots, but it doesn't really matter to us. We just make our
vaginas available to any stiff penis that shows up and accept
whatever semen it delivers.

Once a baby starts, that's when our role begins, as it always has
(though it had wavered somewhat in recent years). We take over,
through pregnancy, giving birth to the child, nursing it and
raising it.

Some boyfriends and husbands are staying true -- but not many.
We're not being true to them (even if we'd like to be), so we can
hardly expect them to be true to us! No more cheating and secret
affairs. Women report their men being more relaxed and
emotionally open than ever, partly because they don't need to
deny their natural desire to deliver sperm in lots of other
women. They also aren't nice to us when they don't want to be in
hopes of getting some sex. If they want sex, they just take it.
Since they're getting what they want, many are just a lot nicer
to us!

Men don't break their promises any more, because they promise
nothing. We expect very little of them, and they usually deliver
what we expect -- some vaginal thrusting and an ejaculation.
However long it lasts, it feels physically good. Nature gave me a
vagina that's built to get wet at the prospect of an approaching
penis, to accept the deep intrusions, however rough and hard, and
to make the man feel so much pleasure he delivers sperm. It's
enough to make me pregnant, and that's really what nature cares
about.

Things had gone too far in favor of women before, and adjustments
were needed. I might prefer some middle course, but it's no
longer up to me. I'm going to enjoy the endless hot, quick sex
from any stiff cock that shows up, connecting to my inner,
primitive female nature.

"Emily"

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Admiral Burdick tossed and turned.

Snippets of the endless meetings kept coming back to him.

"There are too many violations for civilian courts to handle....
Martial law might last a long time."

"We can dramatically reduce crime if men who are criminal
suspects must wear necklaces."

"Immediate punishment is more effective..."

"Sir, at the highest setting in the male prototype it feels like
getting kicked in the nuts -- hard. For the women, it's a
sensation of a searing vaginal pain."

"Staffing the centers for monitoring necklaces is behind schedule
but we are making good progress... We need cross-checking to
thwart a few sadistic guys..."

"7pm is the start of a standard 'open fucking window', but we
should consider staggered windows so men can keep the schedules
they like and also fuck multiple women in a day."

"But sir, the limit of 30 sex partners in a day is redundant!
It's number of hours getting fucked that limits what else a girl
can do with her life..."

"Prophylactic antibiotics should be considered for 'heavy-use'
girls to head off UTIs..."

"We must at all costs avoid incentives to get yeast infections --
requiring submission to oral or anal sex as an alternative is
possible as a deterrent."

"Girls are using home-made contraceptives... Some can be detected
by the biochemical sensors of the necklace."

"Suicide rates have stabilized..."

"Men have to hurry up if another guy is waiting. Fifteen minutes
is too quick, it should be twenty at a minimum. When having sex
multiple times a day, each copulation will naturally take
longer."

"If men spend their 20 minutes just talking, it's an abuse of the
system... Yes, we need a penalty for men..."

"A hundred guys sign up for one girl who only has two hours...
It's a scheduling task..."

"Yes, priority goes to men who volunteer to be monitored."

"So a guy who can be in and out in two minutes gets precedence
over one who is in and out in three?" "Absolutely!"

The admiral thought of the pictures of some of those girls, the
videos the guys made... the hot ones. His thoughts kept going
back to that one girl who had an orgasm every time a new guy
stuck his cock in. The general had a hard-on.

And beside him was his wife, whose pussy was still mostly closed
to him despite the revolution. He felt a sudden surge of anger.

"Hey, Linda," he said, shaking her shoulder.

"Hmmm?"

"I'm horny, and I want to do it."

"But it's the middle of the night! I was sleeping!"

"So? I work hard running the free world. This whole revolution is
about pussy on demand. And I want pussy, right now!"

"Well, fuck you and your revolution! We did it just last week.
Isn't that enough?"

"No. I could withdraw my protection from you."

She gave him a hard look. "You wouldn't dare. It would be a
scandal!"

Admiral Burdick didn't think it would be a scandal. Not at all.
He thought it would improve his standing among the men.

"Linda, hands and knees, doggy style, right now, or you'll be
very sorry..."

"Officers' wives have prerogatives," she said, lying on her back,
covered fully by her nightgown, with legs together.

He suddenly got up and walked to his study. He used to love her,
there was no doubt. But those headaches that kept getting more
and more frequent, the bored look when sex did happen. This was
what the revolution was about, damn it!

Angrily he swiped the keystrokes to withdraw the protection, then
sent a message to a half-dozen of his staff officers. "My wife --
a real bitch and an asshole. I've withdrawn my protection from
her. I know she's not exactly young and hot, but I'd be obliged
if you would come to my residence tomorrow starting at 1000 hours
and fuck her just like you would any other uppity piece of ass."

But he was still horny. He sent a message to Kate saying he was
coming down.

Kate was a volunteer. In a world where any pretty girl could
count on getting fucked constantly for two hours a day, an
arrangement with fewer guys was appealing, with no hint of
stigma. The revolution had relegated the words "slut", "whore"
and "prostitute" to irrelevance. Thousands of women advertised
their sexy qualities to government agencies. They would give
enthusiastic sex in moderation in preference to endless fucking
by the riff-raff. The White House got to choose the very hottest
of the hot, and they had a dozen or so at any one time. Any girl
would take the Acting President's cock with great enthusiasm.

He knocked.

"Hi," she said softly, letting him in. "What's your pleasure?"

He looked into the face of a goddess. "Oh, Kate... Missionary
would be great... Let me work my own way into that nightgown of
yours."

"Sure thing."

"And get yourself hot so you have an orgasm while I'm humping
you, OK?"

"I'd love that too."

In the dim light of her bedroom, she lay on her back. He opened
the front of her nightgown a little to show the promise of
breasts and stomach, a promise he could redeem with his fingers.
His cock responded strongly to the alluring form of Kate,
squirming very slowly with an impish smile.

He found Kate's left breast with his lips and sucked hungrily.
His hand slid up her silky thigh, brushing the nightgown out of
the way, and it found her feminine place. He'd been planning to
suck the other breast too, but she was just too hot. He rolled
over onto her, spread her legs, aimed and lunged in. He felt her
fingers gently rubbing herself while he pounded in and out.

"Oh, Kate," he said. "I just wanna fuck your cunt. That's all I
wanna do."

"Of course! It's your right! But it's just what I want too. It
feels really good!"

He plunged in deeper and faster. He hadn't checked her fertility
but he was going to do his manly level best to impregnate her.
"Unnh, unnh, unnh, unnnh, yeah, unnh, AHHHHH!" he said.

"Yes, yes, YES!" said Kate a couple seconds later. He could feel
her faint twitches.

He'd relieved himself quickly. But now he wasn't in any hurry, so
he let his cock celebrate, safe within the hug of this hot,
ever-welcoming pussy he'd conquered.

"I wanna sleep with you," he said. "And whenever I feel like
giving you another fuck, I will."

"Sounds great!" said Kate.

He turned her over away from him and spooned against her back.

He woke a couple hours later, aware of the sexy female form in
front of him. His cock hardened, he scooted down on the bed a bit
and raised her top leg.

She came awake as his cock nudged at her vaginal opening, and
adjusted herself briefly so he could slide up inside. And he lay
behind her for many minutes, pelvis against ass, fucking in and
out lazily. He wasn't sure whether he was going to come or just
doze off again when she reached behind him to caress his balls at
the same time she gave a squeeze with her pussy.

That put him in the mood! He pumped in and out with greater
concentration.

"You're a good cunt, Katy. Katy the Cunt."

She said softly, "Thank you. I try to be the very best cunt I
can! Care to give me another squirt?"

Then he came. "Mmmm!" he said, already drifting off, his cock
still inside the sweet, cooperative Katy cunt.

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Late the next afternoon, he decided he had to face his wife. He
let himself into the Residence and found her in the bedroom.
Judging from his subordinates' dutiful reports, she had been
fucked at least nine times since he left her bed the night
before. As much as he'd gotten into her in total for the three
years leading up to the revolution.

"I... I can't believe..." she said. She was trying to control her
temper, but he could tell she wasn't doing such a great job.

"Hands and knees," he said.

After the briefest hesitation, she complied.

He didn't even pull his pants down, instead just freeing his cock
through his fly. Yeah, there was the cunt where he'd planted his
kids. And then begged for entry ever since... Bitch! For once he
could fuck her without looking at that face with its never-ending
complexity of feelings, most of them negative. He fucked her hard
and deep. He'd come in Katy four times that night and morning, so
it would naturally take him a while.

He could feel the zipper pushing against Linda's pussy lips as he
stabbed in and out. Thinking it probably hurt her made it feel
better for him. After several minutes he forced himself to orgasm
-- and damn, it felt great! Jam, twitch, and dribble, then let
the genitals disengage. As soon as his release was upon him,
anger surged again.

"Oh, you tired old bitch," he said. "Move out by tonight!"

"But, I'm so sorry, I'll do anything you say!" pleaded his wife.

"Too late for that. Maybe one of the junior guys will protect
you, or -- I've got a better idea -- maybe you'd like to get
fucked by 40 guys a day who want to say they did the Acting
President's ex-wife. Actually, 40 is low since you're one of a
kind -- maybe 240 in your allotted two hours, studs who can
mount, unload and dismount in 30 seconds."

And just before he turned, he felt a bit of satisfaction. All
anger was gone from her expression. She was just totally defeated
and humiliated. And he left her sitting on the bed, sniffling.
Sperm from at least 7 guys duked it out in her pussy, he
reflected. But in vain. No more babies coming out of that old
hag, even if 240 guys a day seeded her.

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Chapter 3

Sex Education

"Class, we have a new sex education video. You should all watch
carefully," said Mrs. Cohen, the teacher of this class of
7-year-old girls.

"Didn't we learn about this before -- puberty and growing and
never have sex until we're older?"

George Brown was there to show the video and guide any discussion
that might result. "This is quite a different video!" he said.

The video began. It started with a mother with a baby in her
arms. The voice was a woman's.

"Human life begins anew with every baby. And as you know already,
babies grow in mommies' bellies."

It showed a picture of three very pregnant women in nothing but
panties and bras.

"You may know from before that babies start when a little part of
the father and a little part of the mother get together inside of
the mother. You might even know it has to do with a man's penis
sliding into the woman's vagina. But it's time to see what it
actually looks like."

The picture showed a woman on hands and knees in doggy position.
A man behind her had a full erection. First the camera zoomed to
the woman's crotch.

"Between her urinary opening and her anus, also known as the 'pee
hole' and 'poop hole' all of us females have a tube called a
vagina. A man's penis gets large and stiff when it's time to make
a baby, and it works like this... You see him approaching the
woman and pressing his penis against the woman's vaginal
opening."

"Ewww!" "Gross!" "Yuck!" came soft comments from the assembled
girls.

"The vagina is stretchy and deep, and he presses the penis in all
the way." The video showed the man making a few slow, deep
strokes. "Once his penis is inside the vagina, the man slides it
in and out for a while until a magical, wonderful fluid called
semen spurts out the end and into the woman. Let's show how this
happens with the help of this camera we put inside this woman's
vagina." The video showed the man surging in and out. The inset
camera showed a penis tip alternately looming and disappearing in
front of the lens in a dim, red light. When the man gave his
final thrust and froze in place, the vagina cam showed a flood of
milky fluid shooting out the end of the penis in several spurts.
"The man withdraws his penis and the fluid stays behind, and
special cells in the semen swim up inside the woman, combine with
her egg, and form the baby."

Lots of the girls shifted uneasily, making sour faces.

"Men are wiser than us women, and it is proper that men make all
the decisions in the world. Our main responsibilities in life are
bearing children, raising them, and running a household. We adult
women must also let men insert their penises and deposit semen
whenever the men decide it is best. In the bad old days, a woman
didn't have to let a penis inside her unless she wanted to. But
we women showed we were not very wise because we didn't allow
them inside us enough to make enough babies to keep us all going!
Wasn't that very unwise?"

The video showed men at various occupations... "Men are wise and
rule the world... Men are kind to women and give us everything we
need. We are thankful for their wisdom and hard work, and it's
part of our job to make men happy however we can. Men know to put
enough semen in us to make enough babies. But it's not just a
decision. Men all have a strong, burning desire... They want to
bury their penises in vaginas and ejaculate out the semen,
whether it might make a baby or not. The technical name for it is
sexual intercourse, but for men it is so vital and important that
they have a shorter word -- they call it fucking. Men want to
fuck women a lot. The penis gets stiff when the man is thinking
of this -- stiff and ready to force its way into a vagina. Now,
if no vagina is available, a man can make his hand kind of like a
vagina, and make the semen come out." The video showed a teenage
boy jacking off and semen spurting out onto the ground. His face
showed relief but also disappointment.

"But that kind of ejaculation makes a man sad. Our duty is to
make sure every man has a vagina to thrust into whenever he feels
his desire rising. It is the job of women to make sure he is
never disappointed." The video showed a boy asking a girl if they
could have sex. "A good girl will ask just how she should
position herself so he can satisfy himself in her vagina." The
movie showed the boy backing the smiling girl against a wall, and
showed her hitching her skirt up and swiping the panty crotch
firmly to the side to reveal her vulva. He inserted his stiff
penis into her and his thrusts pushed her back against the wall.
In ten seconds his face showed relief and satisfaction, and the
girl gave a tender smile as he pulled out and walked away.

George kept scanning the audience. The murmuring had stopped, and
all of the girls seemed transfixed.

"Some girls are bad girls." It showed the man beckoning to a girl
who shook her head. "It is against the law for a woman to refuse
a man who wants to fuck her. The man has the right to force her
to submit." The video showed a large man throwing a small
struggling woman onto a bed, prying her legs apart, fucking it
into her and coming quickly. The video then showed a man and
woman of equal size, with the woman angrily pushing the man away.
A couple of policemen appeared, handcuffed her and took her away.
The next scene showed her crying as they spread-eagled her on a
big bed and tied each hand and foot, the feet so far apart that
her legs were wide open. "She'll just have to do it anyway." It
showed a particularly fat and ugly man approach and bury his big
cock in her in one motion as her face contorted in pain. He then
fucked away hard with a mean expression, then spit on her
breast... "Don't be a bad girl," said the video ominously.

"Now, a girl becomes a woman when she has her first period. You
know that periods are a few days when a bloody mess slowly seeps
out of a girl's vagina. This is nature's reminder that a woman's
destiny is to have babies. As soon as she has had her first
period, a girl is a woman and required to allow men to have sex
with her."

George saw a few faces wrinkle with disgust.

"Before your first period, you are not required to let a man do
anything sexual with you. Good men will not try to make you do
anything you don't want to. Your necklaces will see to it that
any man who does things against your will is punished." The video
showed a man's hand inside a girl's shirt playing with her
half-formed breast while the girl pouts. A deep voice says, "This
is not permitted." An inset showed a man looking at this image
unfolding on a screen. It switched to two policemen arresting the
man and putting him in prison, where he looked out forlornly from
between the bars.

"But even though girls do not have to do anything sexual with men
before they get their period for the first time, it is a good and
noble thing if you prepare for your life as a woman. As a small
girl your vagina is too small to allow a penis inside, but you
can stretch it little by little with your fingers. If a younger
boy with a smaller penis wants to fuck you, let him try to get it
into you. If it doesn't hurt, let him keep going until he's
done." The video showed a boy of about ten inserting his small
penis into the vagina of a smiling girl of about eight.

"You girls are still too young to take an adult penis in your
vagina. But it will grow big enough before you get your period,
and you can help it along by stretching it. In a couple years,
you can decide to allow men to take their pleasure with you." The
video showed an adult man patting the front of his pants and
asking an 11-year-old, "Could I please fuck you?"

The girl considered a moment and said, "Sure, if that would make
you happy. But only if I can be on my back and lie on a bed."

"Of course!" said the man. The girl lay back on a bed, lifted her
skirt and reached up to pull her panties down. The man pulled his
pants down to his ankles, mounted the girl, thrust inside, and
within thirty seconds gave a big moan, as the girl looked up at
him approvingly.

Inspiring music began playing softly in the background. "Your
life's role as a woman is to keep men happy. You should start as
a girl. " It showed young girls serving men at table, taking the
dishes away after a meal, bringing men drinks and chips as they
watched TV, rubbing their feet. "Your most important role as a
woman is to let men achieve release and ecstasy by ejaculating
inside your vagina. And as your vagina matures, before your first
period, you can choose to be a good girl."

The video switched to a series of images of six pairs of a man
with a big girl. First it went through the penises rising to
erectness as men's expressions got longing and lustful. It showed
girls presenting themselves on beds, against walls, and on hands
and knees, then it showed penises surging into vaginas, and a
close-up of the shaft plunging in and out of each girl. And then
in a series of split-screen shots, it showed cervix-view footage
of semen pulsing as the men's faces showed ecstasy and relief.

The scene closed with the girls' faces as the panting men were
still inserted in them, each girl giving a happy, knowing smile.

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Carly May had two sisters. Annie was 9 years younger, but Rachel
was just 4 years younger. The two big girls used to fight all the
time.

When the revolution happened, 11-year-old Rachel was aware of a
lot of turmoil. First there were the boys and the occasional man
who came to see Carly and have sex with her. Carly and her mom
and dad were all pretty upset about that. A couple men had come
to have sex with her mother too.

When the boys started coming to have sex with Carly, Rachel was
happy at first at her misfortune, but her parents criticized her
angrily and said this was too serious a business for sibling
bickering. Once one of the guys caught sight of Rachel and was
going to have sex with her too, but his buddies said he was a
pervert so he left her alone. After that Rachel stayed well
hidden when the boys came for Carly. In fact, she didn't go out
of the house much at all. The rules weren't clear and Rachel
didn't want to have sex yet.

But then the necklaces came and everything changed. She could go
to school. If any boy wanted to have sex with her, she could then
tell him politely that he wasn't allowed to. Watching another boy
and girl, Rachel saw what happened when a boy didn't immediately
take "no" for an answer. This deep voice came out of the necklace
saying it was illegal and the boy stopped.

She heard her parents telling Carly that what was happening was
terrible, but that she had to make the best of it and not give up
on everything.

But Rachel had been going to school and hearing a different
story. One night at dinner she decided to talk about it.

"They've been telling us in school... This revolution was a good
thing. The women were bossing men around all the time, so things
had to change."

The others listened without comment.

"Men are more important than women. Our job is to serve men and
make them happy."

"You don't believe that crap, do you?" said Carly really loud.

"Now, now," said her mother. "Let's keep calm about it."

"But you don't believe it, do you mom?"

"I don't see things exactly that way, no. But we can't go telling
Rachel her teachers are wrong, now. And..." She pointed to her
necklace.

"What, are they listening in?" asked Carly with incredulity.

"They might be," said her mom. "We don't really know."

"Well, if they are, then I say fuck you men. Fuck the whole bunch
of you! You can all go to hell!"

"Carly!" said her father sharply.

"Well, you don't believe them, do you? Do you think women exist
to serve men?"

"No, no, I don't. But I do think things really had gone too far.
Some things really did have to change."

Rachel noticed her mother stealing glances at her father.

She continued, "Men have penises, and women have vaginas. The men
really need to stick them into vaginas to stay healthy and happy.
And so it's our job as women -- well, it's not mine yet but it
will be soon -- to let the men see our vaginas and if they feel
like sticking their penises in, then we should let them and be
glad we can help make them happy."

Carly had stopped eating and was sitting with her arms crossed,
fuming.

"And if we pay close attention, we can notice it feels good to us
when a penis is going in and out. Which is nature's way of
telling us it really is the way nature intended things that we
let men do that to us."

Carly said, "So what about it, dad? Do you need to stick your
penis in women to be happy?"

"Carly!" said her mother.

Her father said, "To be honest, it really is quite important for
a man."

"You get to stick it in mom all the time, right?" said Carly with
a sneer.

"That's enough on this subject," said her mother.

"Enough to make you girls, obviously. And of course quite a bit
more than that. But nowhere near as much as would have made me
happy. The revolution has helped with that, actually."

Rachel said, "So why not, mom? Why didn't you let him before
whenever he wanted?"

"That's a very complicated question, Rachel, and one that's
between your father and me."

Her father said, "It would have been in the old days, because if
I raised it and you didn't want me to, I'd get no sex for a year.
But now that's changed."

"Right," said Carly. "Because you can fuck her any time you want.
It's the law."

Her father gave a small, contented smile.

"But you could leave if you really didn't like it, mom..." said
Carly, then after a moment's thought, said, "I guess not. He
could just find you and fuck you anyway."

Rachel said, "And besides, mom doesn't have any money. It's all
dad's now. It's best that way. Men know how to handle money."

Their mom was looking pale, but said nothing.

Rachel said, "And another thing that's really important is that
when a man sticks his penis in a woman's vagina, he spurts stuff
in there that makes her pregnant, sometimes. So we have more
babies. When it was up to women, we never were willing to have
enough babies."

No one answered, so she went on. "And it's not fair to think a
man would only stick it in one woman. A man wants to stick it in
lots of different women, and he ought to. So dad, do you do
that?"

Carly said, "Yeah, dad, why not stick it in me? What's one more,
with all the cocks I have to take up there? Or Rachel. Why not
spread your legs for dad?"

"Carly, that's enough out of you," said her father with some
heat.

"That's not allowed," said Rachel. "That would be incest, and our
necklaces wouldn't let him. But do you, dad? With others outside
the family?"

"No, Rachel," he said softly. "I haven't felt like it. And your
mom is grateful for that, right?" he said.

Rachel's mother gave her husband a forced smile.

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"I want to watch," said Rachel to the pair of boys who had just
gone into Carly's room, about to shut the door.

Carly said, "Rachel, no way!"

"It's not up to you, it's up to them!" said Rachel. "I've never
seen anyone do it, at least not up close."

One of the boys said, "Sure you don't mind? You've got that
chastity belt around your neck, so we have to be nice to you."

"No, I'd like to see it."

"You'll pay for this," said Carly with steel in her voice.

The boy said, "Why, Carly, I don't think you'd want to do that.
We'll come back and ask Rachel here how you're treating her. And
you wouldn't want the boys to think you're even meaner, would
you?"

"Besides, I've got the necklace so you'd get in big trouble if
you hurt me," said Rachel.

"So, sure, you can watch, kid," said the taller of the two. "I'm
Bill, this is Evan. We're going to take some more pictures today.
Strip, Carly, strip for the camera."

Carly sighed and began to strip. Evan took his pants and
underpants off.

"Oooo, it's stiff and ready to stick in!" said Rachel.

The boys laughed. "Pretty much, yeah," said Evan.

"Here's a close-up of Carly's face, folks. She's a mean bitch,
but she still can't help being pretty. Mean and pretty makes for
a good fuck," said Bill. "There's her boobs, and zooming down
here we've got her crotch. Lie back and open your legs, Carly.
Let all the guys see what you've got."

"I'm ready to go in," said Evan, and descended into mounting
position.

"Evan's ready to go in... And here you see it," said Bill. "Proof
that Carly's got a pussy..."

Rachel hadn't seen Carly's private parts in many years, and they
did look different from hers -- bigger, hairier.

"And there goes the magnificent cock inside."

"Aaahhh," said Evan. "She's got a really good feel inside -- hot
and slick, tight along the whole length."

"So does that make you want to ejaculate?" asked Rachel.

"Yeah, it sure does!" he said. "You want me to ejaculate in your
sister?"

Rachel saw the camera pointed at her.

"Sure!" said Rachel. "That's what makes you feel good, right? You
boys deserve to feel good. And beside, it might make a little
niece or nephew for me!"

Carly groaned softly.

Bill zoomed in on her face. "Did you have a comment about that,
Carly? Wouldn't you like to get pregnant?"

"Whatever happens is OK with me," said Carly without enthusiasm.

"That's the spirit, girl," he said. "You don't mean it, but maybe
if you say it often enough you will."

"I'm going for it," panted Evan, fucking away faster and harder.

"Can I tell when you ejaculate?" asked Rachel.

"Oh, yeah, he relaxes," said Bill.

"Unnh, unnh, unnh, unnnh... unnh, Yes, Yes, TAKE THAT, BITCH!"
shouted Evan, holding himself very close against her as he
relaxed.

Rachel thought her big sister was a bitch too. "Ah, so you just
ejaculated," said Rachel. "And it feels good? You're satisfied?"

"Sure does. Sure am," panted Evan, sliding off to the side, slick
cock springing loose. "This video's going to be really hot, with
the little sister talking like that," he said to his pal.

"You're going to show this to people?"

"Sure, we'll add it to Carly's profile."

"What profile?"

"Oh, you don't know about profiles? Each girl has a profile that
guys can look up. See, here's Carly's." The shorter boy opened
his tablet and with a few flicks of his fingers there was a
picture of Carly, naked.

"You ready for me, big guy?" said Carly from the bed just then,
on hands and knees, butt presented for the taking, with a sultry
smile.

"Oh, yeah, I'll be right there," said Bill, stripping. "But
you're trying to keep us from showing Rachel how profiles work."

Carly sighed.

Evan continued. "See, here's a gallery of different kinds of
pictures -- stills of her back, her ass, feet, boobs, hands,
ears... videos of her getting fucked different ways, close-ups of
her pussy. And here she is rated on a whole bunch of different
things, one star to five. See, she's like 4.8 on vaginal feel.
2.0 on enthusiasm. 4.2 overall. Anal zero, oral zero. Some girls
let guys do those things, but they don't have to. So the videos
I'm taking upload automatically. Here's a street map showing
where she is -- right here, obviously. Menstrual cycle -- she's
due to start bleeding in a couple days. And here's the number of
guys who've fucked her -- 203 -- and the number of separate fucks
-- 783. He clicked a button. "784 now, and it'll be 785 when
Bill's done with her. 530 registered intra-vaginal ejaculations."

"Why aren't there 784 of those, too?"

"Oh, guys can't just keep ejaculating forever. We need some rest
between. So sometimes we can get a nice stiff one but can't
ejaculate, or don't bother to. And it still feels really good to
hump in and out. Anyway, these stats are just what guys recorded.
A lot of guys don't bother to update the records."

"Hey, I'm ready to go," said Bill. "See, Rachel, I'm gonna do her
doggy-style. And I'm sure going to ejaculate, no question about
that."

"OK, let me get the camera set up here..."

"Why do you do it that way?" asked Rachel.

"Mostly variety," he said. "But this is also real satisfying and
primitive. Like the animals do it.."

Evan zoomed in on Carly's rear end, where she was holding her
vaginal lips apart. "OK, let's watch as Bill takes her. Watch as
he closes in."

"Yours is a little longer and a little thinner."

"Hey, some advice, kid," said Evan. "Don't compare our cocks.
That doesn't make guys feel good."

"Sorry," said Rachel. "It is magnificent. They're all magnificent
and wonderful!"

"That's the spirit," said Bill, poised with cock tip at Carly's
opening. "Be sure not to miss this," he said to the camera man.

And with hands clenched on Carly's hips, he gave a sudden surge
forward, and in a fraction of a second his whole cock was up
inside Carly.

"Ouch," murmured Carly with a twitch.

"Ah, you deserve it for all that cock-teasing," said Evan. "That
was a fast penetration, all right -- whoosh, and her cunt is full
of cock."

Bill pulled back slowly, his penis shaft coming into view.
Suddenly he surged in all the way again. Carly's faced scrunched
up momentarily, but she was silent and didn't move.

"Three more, I bet," said Bill, pulling back again. Twice more he
shoved in super-fast and glided out slowly, and on the third he
held himself there and gasped.

"Oh, I could tell that time!" said Rachel. "He just ejaculated!"

"You learn fast, kid," said Evan.

Bill slid out and stood on the floor, a little shaky, panting.

"And that whitish stuff, is that some of the sperm?"

"Yeah, kid," said Bill. "It doesn't all stay up there."

"So, see, I've uploaded the pictures and updated the stats. You
want to update your ratings, Bill?"

"I'd like to mention she's got a cool sister."

Carly stood before them naked, looking demure. "Would you like
more, or may I go?"

"You did OK, Carly baby. Yeah, you can go, as far as I'm
concerned," said Bill.

"Yeah, you can go," said Evan.

While Carly quietly got dressed and left, the boys showed Rachel
more of the online system.

"Do I have a profile?" she asked.

The boys laughed. "You want a profile? OK. Let's see what's
here... Rachel May... Just the standard blank one."

"Can I put stuff in it?"

"Yeah, there's a section for a girl's own comments and videos. If
you really want to. Are you looking forward to the day you can do
this too?"

"Yeah!" said Rachel. "I know we girls exist to make men happy,
and I want to do my part when I'm old enough."

"That's the spirit, Rachel. You're a special girl. Very pretty
too."

"You know," said Bill, "I heard that she doesn't have to be off
limits if she doesn't want to be. If she decides to, she can."

"Really?" said Evan.

"Yeah, that's right! They told us in school," said Rachel.

Evan said, "You're real pretty, Rachel, but you've got some more
growing to do before guys will be interested." He patted her
head.

Rachel had mixed feelings about that. No one liked to be told
they were too young. But she of course knew as well as they did
that she wasn't really grown up.

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Her eyes opened to the world of online profiles, Rachel read up.
She found a short profile for her mother, profiles for a couple
of Carly's friends, one for the woman who lived next door. She
did anal and gave oral sex. Stacy, the 16-year-old next door on
the other side, didn't get great ratings, but it said she was now
3 months pregnant.

Rachel had noticed funny stirrings between her legs while she
watched Bill and Evan fucking her sister. She found out details
about masturbation and got so she could give herself orgasms.
They felt nice!

She explored her own vagina and found she could get a couple
fingers into it.

Carly didn't speak to her any more, but that was mostly better
than what she used to say.

Her sexual curiosity awakened, Rachel got a trio of boys to let
her watch while they fucked Carly. She had a good time joking and
bantering with them.

Then another day a group of five came. One treated her different.
He really looked at her, and had a kind smile. He listened
carefully to everything she had to say. "You are really
beautiful," he said to her softly, so the others couldn't hear.
"The men are going to line up to do you when you come of age. And
you know, that makes me sad, such a sweet girl like you."

"Hey, Mark your turn. You were third place, right?"

"I'll pass for now," he said, still looking at Rachel.

He was handsome. She felt excited.

"So would you like to fuck me?" she whispered.

"Oh, that's such a vulgar word for a girl like you," he whispered
back.

"Would you like to slide your penis into me and ejaculate?"

He stammered, "Um... When you come of age, I'd love that."

Rachel leaned forward and cupped her hand to his ear. "What about
right now? You can if I let you. And I think you're nice and it
would be fun."

Mark looked at her with wide eyes.

Rachel gave him a smile and quietly left, heading for her own
bedroom.

Half a minute later he peeked in her door.

"Come on in," she said, and he locked the door behind him. "You
men need to put your penises into girls and ejaculate, and I'm
eager to do my part. I think it's kind of exciting, actually."

"But you've never done that, right?"

"No," she said. "But you're really nice. You willing to?"

"Um, yeah, I guess..." He looked really nervous and really
excited. He leaned over to kiss her. Her first kiss! Then he slid
his right arm around to hold her left shoulder.

"This girl is protected," said a voice from Rachel's neck.

"Oh, right," she said, and fiddled with something at the side.

"OK, but you have to say it out loud for the necklace, right? I
mean, if you really are sure this is OK with you, you've got to
say it clearly. It really is OK?"

"Oh, yeah, absolutely. I want you to stick your penis in me and
ejaculate." She stripped quickly, and he followed suit.

"Oh, God..." he murmured.

Her nipples were sticking up the way a little girl's wouldn't,
but there was no breast bulge behind. Down below she had the very
first few wisps of pubic hair. "I know I'm not really a woman
yet," she said apologetically as she lay back.

"Oh, my God," he said. "You're totally gorgeous. More attractive
than a woman."

He began kissing her tenderly, which felt nice. "You know what
I'd love to do?"

"What?"

"Lick you between the legs. I'd love that so much."

Rachel wrinkled her brow. "That would make you happy?"

"It would make me so happy!"

"OK, then," she said. She hadn't expected this at all.

But seconds later she felt his face between her spread legs. And
the tongue... That felt nice! It was an amazing feeling down
there, much better than when she played with herself.

"You like that?" he said, taking a short break.

"Yeah! A whole lot!" she said.

He grinned, and returned to his gentle, careful tongue work.

"Mark," she said after a while. "I'm supposed to help you feel
good. What you want is important, not what makes me feel good."

"But this is what I want more than anything!" he said.

"OK," she said, perplexed. And then those tongue motions. She
felt her pleasure building, building, and then she gasped as a
wonderful orgasm washed over her.

Mark then raised himself above her, grinning. "Now I'll take a
little bath in your vagina, If you don't mind."

"No, go ahead," she said, still a bit vague from her pleasure.

She saw his penis lining up, pressing against her opening. There
was pressure, then more pressure, and then some pain and a whole
lot of pressure. But the pain wasn't bad and it was sort of
absorbed into the expansive joy of her recent orgasm. The
pressure kept building as he forced his penis into her farther
and farther. This was how a girl helped a man feel good! Then he
began his in-and-out fucking motion. She could feel it at once,
what they had said in school. It felt nice to her to have him
going in and out, the same kind of nice as an orgasm, but much
milder.

"Does my vagina make you happy?"

"So, happy! It's *you* who makes me happy, though."

Rachel wasn't sure she understood the distinction. "Does my
vagina make you feel like ejaculating?"

"Oh, God, it sure does. Can I? Can I?" he asked with urgency.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Rachel said. She raised her head to nibble his
ear. "I'd be honored and delighted to take all the sperm you care
to shoot into me." She'd heard that line somewhere.

"Oh, oh, aaahhhhhhh!" said Mark.

She couldn't feel anything inside, but she knew from watching
boys on Carly so many times that Mark was ejaculating inside her
very own vagina.

When she saw the look of total joy on his face, she knew she'd
done her job. She was a big girl who'd done the job of a woman!

He lay down on her gently, apparently in no hurry to get up. No
boy ever did that with Carly.

After a couple minutes, out in the hallway they heard a door
opening and footsteps. "Where's Mark?" came a muffled voice.

"Ooops," said Mark, getting dressed quickly. "It's better if no
one knows about this," he said.

In under a minute he gave her one last big smile, then emerged
from her room, while Rachel stayed behind.

A couple minutes later she heard the five boys in the hall
leaving.

"You didn't want to dump your cum in Carly baby?" said one of
them.

She overheard Mark say, "Nah, I have this girl who lives around
the corner, and I realized she's fertile and I want to give her a
full load tonight."

Rachel felt a little twinge of feeling that she was ashamed of.
He was just saying that so he didn't have to tell them he had
emptied his sperm tank into Rachel... But he would be doing it
with lots of other girls. Of course men needed to have sex with
many women to be happy. Her role was to serve! She had just
served, and it had been really nice! As for what Mark had done
with his tongue, he *said* he really, really wanted to, right?
She hadn't dreamed that?

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Mark walked into the house and up the stairs. This was routine,
as boys and men came for Carly whenever they felt like it. But he
didn't go to Carly's room, he went to Rachel's.

"Do you... do you want to do it again?" he asked.

"Sure!" she said, though her mind had been on other things.

The sex was almost identical to what had happened three days
before. She once again had a super-nice orgasm from his tongue.
When he forced his penis into her, it didn't hurt, and she was
now used to the feeling of being very, very full. He then surged
his penis in and out of her with enthusiasm until he ejaculated.
He lay beside her quietly for several minutes.

"That was great, Rachel. You're really special!" he said as he
dressed. Then he left.

A minute later, Carly barged through her door. Rachel steeled
herself.

"You let him?" she said with incredulity. "You let him do it to
you?"

"Yes," said Rachel. "It's our job to make men feel good, and I
wanted to help out." She tried to sound confident, but it was
hard with her big sister standing there looking like that.

"The other day, too? When he was here with those other four
bozos? That's why he didn't come in me?"

Rachel tried to meet Carly's eyes, holding her head high. She
nodded.

Then Carly was off and down the stairs. "Mom, mom!" she said.

Rachel didn't hear their conversation, but within a couple
minutes she heard two sets of footsteps, and Carly reappeared
with her mother.

"Oh, honey!" said the mother. "You don't have to let him do it.
Why hurry to grow up?"

"I wanted to help. It's our job to make men happy, and I wanted
to start now. He was really, really happy."

"Pervert," muttered Carly.

"Was he kind to you?" her mother asked.

"Oh, yeah!"

"What did he do to you?"

"He had intercourse with me."

"You sure you know what that means?"

"His penis went in and out and he ejaculated inside, just what
men want to do more than anything."

"Oh, dear! Are you hurt?"

"No, it didn't hurt. It does feel awfully full, but I got used to
it."

"Well, OK," said her mother. "At your age, I wouldn't have
thought you'd be big enough, but... well, I certainly never tried
it out to see. Did he do anything else?"

Rachel looked away. "Well, he kissed me."

"Aw, isn't that sweet," said Carly.

Her mother said, "What else?"

"Nothing."

"I can tell there's something else. Did he do stuff with your
poop hole?"

"No!"

"Stick it in your mouth!"

"No!"

"Well, what then?"

"It was his idea, but it seemed OK."

"What?" asked Carly with exasperation.

"He... he licked me down there, for a long time. And I felt kind
of guilty but it felt really good. I had... he gave me one of
those, um, orgasm things."

Older daughter and mother looked at one another, then at Rachel.

"And then when he was finished inside me, he lay down next to me
and hugged me for a while. It felt warm and nice."

"A real lover..." said her mother.

Carly said, "You're a lucky little shit, that's all I can say.
But you're a slut!"

Her mother said, "Now, now, that's not nice. But anyway, I don't
want you doing that any more, is that clear? Not at your age."

"OK," said Rachel, looking down.

But she kept going over it in her mind after they left. It didn't
seem right to her. It seemed like her mother and sister were
reactionaries -- a word she'd learned recently.

An idea came to her later. Men knew best, right? She sought out
her father and explained the situation to him, and how her mother
had told her not to do it any more.

"Well, your mother is probably right," he said.

"But daddy, men are smarter and know more. It's men who make
decisions. What do *you* think?"

Her father smiled at that, then smiled again, then sat in
thought.

"You really wanted to do it?"

She nodded.

"It felt good and right to you?"

She nodded again.

"You feel important and useful and like you're being an excellent
woman, or girl, or female -- whatever?"

She nodded once more.

Her father said, "Well, then I say that's just fine. You should
do what you want then. And bless your lusty little heart."

"Will you tell mom?" she asked.

"Certainly," said her dad. "Tell her to come in here at once
because I want to speak with her."

When Rachel found her mother and relayed the message, she said,
"Tell him I'll be there in a few minutes."

"He said *now*, mom. He's the man."

Rachel's mother looked at her, then sighed and went to the study
where her father sat. Rachel followed.

"Rachel told me about the man who had sex with her," he said.
"I've decided it's OK if she wants to do more. And in the future,
you should consult with me before making rules about what our
girls can and cannot do, is that clear?"

"Yes," said her mother, standing uneasily. "Is there anything
else?"

"Not now," said her father. "I have some plans for you later,
however," he said, raising his eyebrows twice.

Her mother rolled her eyes and disappeared.

"You're quite a girl, Rachel. Quite a girl. A very good girl."

Rachel glowed with pride.

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Mark asked Rachel by text if she'd like to come to his house, and
Rachel gladly agreed. So they had sex in his bedroom. This time
he didn't kiss her either up top or down below. He did fuck her
and ejaculate in her, though.

He kept asking her over, and for a while she came. But when he
didn't kiss her or use his tongue down below, she started feeling
annoyed with him. He didn't listen to her talk or lie beside her
when they were done. And she remembered she did have the right to
say no.

Back at home, she felt conflicted. It was her job as a woman to
make men happy. She didn't have to yet, but she wanted to. She
might be annoyed with Mark, but there were lots of other men. She
had an idea.

She filled out her profile online, and recorded herself saying
that while she was underage, she wanted to serve men who were
interested in her. Like a good girl, she included a picture of
herself naked, noting apologetically that she wasn't really grown
up yet, but she was positively inclined to help men feel happy if
any were interested.

It was only minutes before a reply came in. She encouraged the
first guy to come over, since she was eager to help out men. Then
more emails came in, first a few, then a dozen in the next hour.
She decided to wait to see how things went with the first guy
before inviting any others over.

The guy who showed up at the door to her room was a bit paunchy,
with gray hair. Not at all handsome like Mark. But he was a man,
and she wanted to serve.

"You're Rachel," he said, with a smile. "Just like in the
picture. Are you willing to help me feel better?"

"Yes," said Rachel, a bit uneasily.

"Well, that's very kind of you," he said, getting undressed. She
stripped too.

When she looked up, she saw his penis sticking straight out.

"Oh, my, you are just gorgeous!" he said. "And it's OK with you
if I do it to you?"

"Yes," said Rachel, not terribly enthusiastic but wanting to do
her duty.

"OK, then," he said, and then focused his attention on their
genitals as he brought them together. His stiff penis slid in a
bit but it felt scratchy. He apparently noticed too, and he said,
"Let's warm you up a bit first," and withdrew and began massaging
her between the legs with his fingers. She had the same kind of
good feelings as she had with Mark's tongue but much milder.
After a minute he tested her vagina with his finger. He slid his
cock in again and pumped in and out, eyes focused on the part of
her that was receiving his penis. Rachel thought his belly looked
pretty funny, but of course she would never, ever say anything
about that -- her job was to make men feel good. He looked happy,
and Rachel reminded herself that it did have that little bit of
good feeling to tell her that this was how nature intended
things. After a couple minutes he pressed a little harder, with
more intensity, and Rachel was sure he was going to ejaculate.
But the intensity went on, building unevenly for a couple minutes
more before he finally gave a little groan.

Rachel felt useful and happy she'd been able to help him.

He pulled out and said, "You're a very nice girl, Rachie," as he
got dressed. "I'd like to do that again some time."

"OK," she said quietly.

And then he was out the door, down the stairs, and gone.

Rachel dressed while trying to sort out her feelings. When she
returned to her email, she had hundreds of messages. She suddenly
felt out of her depth. Maybe her mom would help -- or on second
thought, her daddy. Fathers know best.

Her father listened to her explanation, then went with her to
look at her tablet.

"Holy shit," he murmured. "Maybe the first thing to do is turn
this off for now, so we can get a handle on this. Is that OK?"

"Sure."

"So how do we turn this off?"

Rachel showed him the interface, where he looked at the picture
of her naked and her little introductory speech. "Damn," he said
under his breath. They couldn't figure out how to hide the
profile, so they instead put in a quick message saying, "Rachel
is unavailable. Please no further emails."

It didn't stop the emails, though. After another 45 minutes'
work, they found that females did not have the right to hide a
profile. He as her father did have that right, so eventually
after he learned the system they managed to hide it.

"Why are so many interested?" she said. She hoped it was because
she was very pretty.

"Two things, I think. One is that you're so eager and willing in
your video. And you are a very attractive girl. But the main
thing is that you're not developed yet. You look like a small
girl."

"Why would men want that?" she asked.

"Pedophiles. A special kind of man who loves little girls best of
all." He took a big breath. "That doesn't mean there's anything
wrong with them. But little girls don't have to make themselves
available, and I doubt many want to. That makes you a rare
commodity."

"Oh." Making herself available like that was unusual -- weird.
But if she was weird it was just that she was especially kind and
selfless, right? Going out of her way to help men?

"So have you had enough?"

"I don't know. I can help some of them out but not all, right?"

"Oh, of course!"

"Though they all deserve to be happy, right?"

"I guess, but you can't make the whole world happy, Rachel."

"So how do I choose?"

"I'd suggest you screen them and take the ones you like best.
Like the ones who are the most handsome --"

"But that's not fair! People can't help how they look!"

"Or the kindest. Or ones who promise to give you oral sex."

"Dad!"

"Why not? You're in charge here."

"But I'm not supposed to be in charge. Men are supposed to be in
charge!"

"Oh," said her father. "Would you like me to handle it for you?"

"Yes! Yes, I'd like that a lot. Thank you, daddy!"

"So, how much time a day would you like to devote to this?"

"An hour?"

"OK. And how many men in that hour?"

"Three?"

"OK, but that could be kind of rushed."

"Whatever you think is best."

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The next evening at 9pm, after all her homework was done, Peter
arrived. He was young and handsome. He brought her a pair of
diamond earrings and a lovely bouquet of orchids. He removed her
clothes almost without her noticing, but she did notice all the
caresses and kisses, and by the time he was gently tugging her
panties down, her flesh felt worshiped from top to bottom. He
then set about worshiping her most specific girliness with his
tongue and fingers. She didn't have an orgasm from his tongue,
and she scolded herself for being disappointed. When his large,
stiff penis appeared, she was eager for him to slide it in. He
did something with his fingers that felt really good as he was
pumping in and out. This wasn't just that little good feeling
reminding her that this was natural, this was an amazing, big,
good feeling! She wanted him to fuck in and out because it felt
fantastic to *her*! And then she fogged out with a marvelous
orgasm while he kept fucking away. She was aware of him grinning
at her. He then forced his cock in and out of her with greater
urgency, and she really wanted him to because it still felt
really good in her vagina. He then convulsed with a cry as he
surely unloaded his balls of a whole bunch of sperm. He then went
back to the kissing and caressing, then with a reluctant look at
his watch he told her he'd love to do this again, but his time
was up.

A few minutes later a man came in who was just as handsome as the
first, with a beautiful scarf for her and a 2-pound box of
chocolates of a deluxe brand she didn't recognize. He was nearly
as good at kissing and caressing her and giving her orgasms -- he
gave her two. For some reason he didn't want to ejaculate inside
her vagina. After he'd been pumping in and out for a while he
pulled out. She was happy to rub his slick, stiff cock a little
bit in her hand like he asked, and the next thing she knew his
penis was spurting all over her chest and stomach as he groaned
with pleasure. She laughed and he smiled. He then cleaned up,
caressed her face gently, and left.

That was so nice that she decided to spend two hours at it each
night, and entertained a series of ardent, skillful lovers. Her
father sure knew what he was doing!

There was a dark side, however. There was a dramatic increase in
the number of men who came to fuck Carly. Most of the guys who'd
been fucking her had been local boys up to this point, but these
were older men, hard and many frankly said they would rather be
fucking Rachel, but they weren't allowed. Some told Carly she was
an ugly old cow, with those hideous boobs. A couple put a sheet
over her with a hole in it just big enough for their dicks to go
through and into her pussy. Others did it in the total darkness.
Some asked her to talk like a little girl, but she didn't. Carly
wailed that it was a whole new kind of humiliation and misery.

There was also a huge increase in the number who came to fuck her
mother -- many did both of them in the same visit. She was
obviously very unhappy about it, but didn't share the details
with her daughters.

The obvious solution was to take Rachel out of circulation
completely and hope that the resentment of the rejected suitors
would die away. Rachel was at first upset at this prospect,
because she was having a whole lot of fun! And of course feeling
very useful in her role of making men happy. She didn't see why
Carly's problems should make her change. But she did feel for her
mother.

Her page announced her removal from circulation, with a hint that
it had unfortunate effects on other people.

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Rachel's father told them at dinner one night that he had gotten
a very interesting message from a man and exchanged several
emails with him. Two men would be there that evening to discuss
things with them. It affected all of them, he said -- well,
everyone but Annie, who kept herself busy in her room.

Both men looked at Rachel more than anyone else. She could tell
by then that men who looked at her like that wanted to stick
their penises in her.

"I'm Lance Corporal Steve Johnson, United States Marine Corps,"
said the one man, though both were in civilian clothes.

"And I'm Lance Corporal Jacob Smith," said the other.

Corporal Johnson gave a little grin and said to Carly, "So, um,
how'd you like to get married?"

"What?" she said, eyes wide.

"Yeah, I know, it sounds kind of sudden, doesn't it... See, I
think Rachel is a truly gorgeous girl, and I would love the
chance to, um, make love with her -- if she's willing. And as a
military man, I have the right to protect one woman from unwanted
sex. So like if we were married, I'd protect my wife. You get to
be the wife."

Carly looked confused... "So you'd have sex with me and Rachel
both?"

"Oh, honey, I don't want to have sex with you. No offense, but
you're awfully old for me. You can screw whoever you want, or no
one at all. But I can still protect you so it's your choice."

"And so you can protect me?" asked the mother of the family
softly, looking at Corporal Smith.

"That's the idea. Not that I'd touch you, of course. It doesn't
really matter who does which, it's just that you're both
protected."

Her father said, "However, it all depends on Rachel. Her choice.
She doesn't have to do this at all."

Rachel felt really good. It was only later she realized that what
she was feeling was power. Enormous power over people's lives.

"I'd do it for you, mommy," she said with a warm glance at her
mother. She glared at her sister. "But for you..."

The two corporals laughed, but no one else did.

Carly looked a bit pale, then she got up from her seat and went
to her knees before Rachel.

"I am so, so sorry for every mean thing I've ever done to you,
for every mean word I've spoken. I will be the best sister a girl
could ever have."

"Oh, yeah, you say that now!" cried Rachel, years of anger
boiling forth. "But you've been so cruel to me! I hate you!" She
started sobbing. She caught a glimpse of Corporal Johnson looking
angrily at Carly.

Rachel's father then walked over and picked her up in his arms,
though she was awfully big for that, and sat on the sofa with her
curled in his lap. She cried for many minutes.

When she was just sniffling, he spoke. "I would never, ever ask
you to have sex with a man for the sake of your sister -- or your
mother. But you have been open to the idea of sex because it is
part of your duty as a girl or woman. If you haven't changed your
mind about that, and if you like these gentlemen well enough, I'd
ask you to do this for me."

Rachel felt like she loved her daddy very much right then.

The mother said to the corporals, "You two *could* protect us
without doing anything with Rachel, right?"

Corporal Johnson smiled, and said, "Yes, ma'am, we could, in
theory. But there are tons of women who would love our
protection, and we're not saints. It's Rachel who is very, very
special."

And so it was arranged.

The two corporals were not great lovers, but when Rachel reported
this to her father, he urged her to make suggestions. They
weren't offended and tried to do better. They were both
respectful and seemed genuinely fond of her.

They didn't live right around the corner. Eventually they reached
a plan where each of them would come for a Saturday overnight,
once a month on different weekends. They would have sex with
Rachel many times and sleep next to her at night. And when one
had some leave he would visit for longer.

Rachel was content with the arrangement, though a bit confused.
She had started out wanting to help men feel better by relieving
themselves in her vagina. And while she was now doing that, it
was for just two men. It was her choice in theory, but it didn't
feel entirely like her choice, and there was this other reason.

Carly did treat her better, though it was hardly a thorough
transformation. That would have been a very difficult thing for a
girl of her temperament. Her profile announcing her protection
kept most boys away, but when a few stopped by without checking,
her necklace now announced that she was off limits.

In theory, Rachel's mother was protected from unwanted sexual
advances by her father, though she was wise enough not to take
advantage of that. Her father felt entitled to fuck her any time
he wanted -- usually once a day at bedtime. The plan he had
engineered was why she didn't have to take it from just anyone,
so he felt it was his due.

Slowly, puberty took hold of Rachel's body in earnest. Her boobs
grew and eventually would come to fill B cups. Her hips broadened
and pubic hair grew in profusion.

One day Corporal Johnson looked at her after sex and said, "It's
been great, Rachel. But, well, you're not the girl you used to
be. Not your fault. But this is the last time. Corporal Smith
says he'll come say goodbye too, but we're both leaving you."

"Oh." Rachel hadn't exactly grown fond of them, but she'd grown
used to them. "But you'll keep protecting mom and Carly?"

"No, sorry. There are other girls who do what you do now. It's a
regular thing among the soldiers who have our tastes. Little
girls help men to have sex, and the men in turn help their
mommies and big sisters avoid sex.

When Rachel's mother's profile went back online, there was little
reaction. She was a middle-aged woman, and anger about being
rebuffed by Rachel had long passed. For Carly, however, the
visits started again.

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Five weeks after the two soldiers said their final goodbyes and
withdrew their protection, Rachel got her period. Her profile
went online, whether she wanted it there or not.

As soon as the bleeding stopped, the visits began. The first two
days she only had to make herself available for a half hour and
take two men. The next two it was an hour and four men. They
didn't make any effort to connect with her or make her feel good.
She thought wistfully of her time with those first few lovers her
daddy had picked for her -- what would end up being the best
sexual memories of her whole life.

Then she went to the standard two hours with no limit on number
of men. She was inundated. There were guys who loved to do a new
girl when she first became available. Others loved variety.
Others just loved young pussy. Now she noticed the huge
difference.

These guys could fuck her whether she wanted them to or not. She
did not have to disarm her necklace. Before, she had to say,
'This is all right with me' to keep the guys from being punished.
Now, even if she said, 'No, no, please leave me alone, I'd rather
die!' it would make no difference.

The first night she was on the regular plan, it was an amazing
experience. Guys had priority who could be quick and didn't mind
having others in the room. So she counted a dozen naked guys
slowly stroking their erections as they looked at her, making
lustful comments on her anatomy. One after another, they mounted,
inserted, thrust, and ejaculated. A couple just made one deep
thrust into her, coming as they did, and withdrew a few seconds
later. A single in and a single out -- not even a wiggle to
suggest the standard fucking motion. But their faces showed just
as much ecstasy and satisfaction as the ones who thrust in and
out for a whole minute. Some didn't come in their allotted minute
but pulled out. That way they retained their reputation for
reliable speed and retained priority access to hot, popular
girls.

She kept her conviction that women did exist to serve men, that
men needed to shoot sperm into vaginas regularly, and that her
most vital job as a woman was to spread her legs and give access
to her vagina whenever it was desired. But the conviction wavered
sometimes. A few of the guys said mean things. And there were
just a lot of penises pounding into her in the course of her two
hours.

But she had nothing like the experience of Carly, for several
reasons. One, she didn't have a pre-revolution reputation of
being mean. Two, she didn't have quite that same gorgeous face.
For some reason, men who were out to fuck anything they wanted
were drawn to women who were both beautiful and not very nice.
The third reason was that the male anger that had sparked the
revolution had softened considerably. For two years, men had been
able to fuck any adult woman they felt like fucking, and they had
done plenty of it. Sexual release was always available when they
wanted it, the pent-up demand had been met, and there were of
course other things a guy could do with his leisure time besides
fucking hot young pussy.

A couple dozen men remembered her from when she had first gone
online at age 11, and wanted to consummate their desire even
though she was no longer the rare prepubescent she had been back
then.

Within a week of her full-scale mandatory availability, the
length of time she spent taking super-quickies dropped, and more
guys weaseled their cocks into her who thrust away for five
minutes or more before ejaculating. Then at the end she had a few
who took the full 20 minutes. One day there was no one else in
line, and so the guy could fuck her for the rest of the time
until her two hours were up. He ended up doing it to her for 45
minutes.

She had some advance warning of what was in store for her, since
the scheduling software that kept the guys organized was also
available to her. They could change things, but she was just a
spectator looking at the line-up of cocks waiting to disgorge
their loads in her pussy.

Then, once her novelty had worn off, there were times she was all
done in an hour. Then one night no one came at all.

She used to have power, and now she had none. As she thought
about it, determined to be the very best woman she could be, she
felt ashamed that she had had power and used it. Women were not
supposed to have power.

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Chapter 4

Annie was just 6 when the revolution happened. She watched all
the events involving her big sisters and her parents, but mostly
she stayed out of the drama. She was just a kid.

What they taught her in school made sense. Men were better than
women, more important than them. They were better at making
decisions and in particular better at deciding when it was a good
to make babies. A woman's role was to make men happy. And as a
girl it was her role to make men happy too. Women had been really
mean to men for a long time, so if men got a little angry and
punished women for the terrible things they had done, that was
justice.

No little boy or girl stayed ignorant of the facts of life after
the revolution. Sex was just too much in the center of
everything. Exploring the parts her panties covered, she spread
her little lips and felt around. She found her small vagina and
experimented with putting in a finger or two. Nature had given
her a vagina so she could offer it to men for a place to insert
their penises, so they could get relief and pleasure and end by
giving her their special pee. She knew her vagina would grow with
time, but she wanted to help hurry it along too, so she often
found herself putting fingers up there, pushing the limits,
sometimes doing things that hurt a little. It was good for her to
hurt a little if it would help her develop so men could relieve
themselves inside her sooner.

She tried to see if some of her boy classmates might want to play
with her privates, but they ignored her. When she actually said,
"Would it make you feel good to play around inside my panties?"
to a boy, he looked at her like she was crazy. So she decided
boys didn't want to do that, just men.

She went over to play at her friend Leah's house sometimes. Leah
had a big brother Zach-- a really big brother, like an 8th
grader. And one time when she was 7, she was over playing and
Zach had a friend over too -- Kyle. And Kyle smiled at her and
talked with her and Leah. Annie thought she recognized something
about the way he smiled and the way he talked. He mentioned that
he had a really friendly little dog at his house. So when no one
else was around, Annie asked him if she could come meet his dog
some time. He said that would be great, and she got his phone
number.

So he met her after school and took her to his house. She met the
dog and got to play with the dog, which was fun. But she also
wanted to serve this young man if she could.

"Can I sit in your lap?" she said with a smile. No one was home
but the two of them.

"OK, if you want to," Kyle said. But Annie could tell he was
really happy that she sat on his lap. So she snuggled against
him, and felt his hands moving gently over her shoulders and
back.

She looked up at him. "You like little girls, don't you...."

"Oh, sure. I think you're great."

"But you like us more than that. You'd like to touch us a lot,
different ways and different places."

"Oh, I don't know about that, I just think you're really cool."

Annie had learned from watching Rachel that some big boys and men
did like girls Rachel's age, but they didn't want anyone else to
know they did. So if they liked someone as little as Annie, then
they probably *really* wouldn't want them to know.

"I'm a girl, and my most important thing in life is to make men
happy. So I'd like to make you happy. And so if you felt like
touching me different ways, I'd never tell anyone."

"But... But what about your necklace?" he asked, gulping.

"I can turn off the voice. And let me talk to it first. 'Hey,
necklace, Kyle can touch me any way he wants.'"

Kyle nodded, still looking shocked as she sat in his lap.

"So, let's see what happens..." she said, taking his hand right
hand in hers. She put it on the inside of her right knee and then
slid it quickly up under her skirt and pressed his palm right
against the crotch of her panties.

He looked pale.

She grinned. "You like that, don't you!" she said.

He nodded.

"So you can play with me anywhere you want. Inside my panties
too."

"Oh, Annie," he whispered, pressing his hand against her panty
cloth firmly before removing it. Next he brought his face to hers
gently and kissed her. She followed his lead, kissing him back
the way he was kissing her.

He tugged at her shirt, and she helped him take it off. His hands
then moved all over her chest and back, and he began kissing her
body too.

It felt kind of nice, she realized, but mostly she was glad she
could make him happy. Before long she felt his hand on the inside
of her thigh, moving up inside her skirt to her crotch again. He
gave a little moan as he pressed his palm against her girl place
again.

"Could I... Could I feel inside?" he asked.

"Sure! I want to help you feel good," she said.

He fumbled with her skirt, and she helped by getting naked with a
few quick motions. He took off his clothes too, and she saw his
big, stiff penis. She'd seen them at a distance, but never close
up. That was the special organ men had, the wonderful organ that
was lonely when it stuck out straight like that. Men wanted to
stick it into a woman's body so they could feel pleasure and
relief. If she was a woman she would now spread her legs and
invite him inside her vagina.

"Here's my vagina," she said, spreading her legs and then her
lips, "but it's too small."

"Oh, God, yeah, of course it's too small for *that*, but..."
After kissing and caressing her all over, he focused on her inner
thighs and between her legs, and then held her lips apart with
his fingers and looked at it from a couple inches away. "It's
*so* beautiful," he whispered. He began licking.

At first Annie giggled, but she stopped herself. Her job was to
help Kyle feel good. He licked all around her girl lips, sucked
one and then the other into his mouth, then poked her vagina with
his tongue. He got his tongue in and out a little. Annie realized
when he did it certain ways it felt kind of good. But that's what
they said in school -- a woman got a good feeling when a penis
was going in and out as a reminder that this was the way the
world was supposed to be. So maybe she could get that feeling
other times too.

"But Kyle, don't you need to dump your sperm? I'm so sorry my
vagina's too small, but there are other ways, right?"

"Oh, God, you're so wonderful Annie. Yeah, I really would." He
brought himself up next to her and lay on his back. "Can you
touch my penis and play with it.... Oooo, that's nice... And lick
it too?"

Annie hadn't thought about licking a penis, but she did and it
was OK.

"Oh, God, now suck it inside, and I'll cum in your sweet little
mouth. That would be fantastic!"

Annie sat between Kyle's spread legs and leaned over his penis,
taking the tip in her mouth, licking it.

"Oh, baby, that's amazing," Kyle said. "You're so beautiful." And
then she felt his hands on her head, holding it in position, and
he began pumping his penis up into her mouth. She got it -- he
was using her mouth kind of like a vagina. She kept her mouth
firm around him, doing her best to act like she figured a vagina
would.

His penis pumped in and out in tiny little strokes, and he said,
"Oh, Annie, Annie, Annie, oh, Annie, yes, yes, Yes!" With that he
pushed in a little farther than before, and she immediately felt
a gush of stuff into her mouth. A vagina got filled with lots of
sperm, so if her mouth was being a vagina, that was going to
happen. It tasted kind of yucky, but her purpose was to serve...

In a few seconds he released her head and she raised it. He lay
panting.

She spit the spermy stuff out onto his stomach.

He grabbed some tissues and wiped off his penis and stomach, then
lay back again. "Oh, you're so wonderful, Annie!" he said as he
looked up at her in a daze. "Come lie beside me."

She snuggled against his side, still trying to get the sperm
taste out of her mouth. She swallowed and got saliva to come into
her mouth and swished it around, and swallowed, over and over.

In five minutes she felt his hand caressing her back, her bottom,
the back of her thigh. She also watched his penis pulse from its
soft, floppy condition to being big and hard again. That was the
signal to a woman to welcome him into her vagina... Or if she was
a little girl, do something else. She dreaded the idea of more
sperm in her mouth, though.

"You're so damned sexy!" he said, rising up, and tugging her to
the center of the bed. "I can't fuck it into you, but I can
pretend, and shoot the stuff up inside you."

Annie saw kind of how that was going to work, so she lay with
legs apart and held her lips apart and smiled. Kyle began
stroking his penis feverishly, eyes riveted to her vaginal
opening.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yes, oh Annie, you are so fucking hot, so hot,
oh, oh, oh, oh.... OH!" With that he pushed his penis forward so
it pressed snugly against her opening -- it even pressed inside a
little. She could feel the sperm coming out and making things
sticky and slick.

As he caught his breath he wiped up the worst of the mess with
tissues. This time when he lay back he snuggled against her side
and draped both his left leg and left arm over her.

It felt really nice. Fifteen minutes later Kyle stretched and got
up. "You should go before my parents get home," he said.

That made sense. She dressed. He picked her up and held her
against his chest as he stood, hand under her butt. She was happy
to kiss and nibble him, and he laughed.

"Don't get me going again, you little imp!" he said.

When they were both presentable, he walked her most of the way
home, seeing her onto the sidewalk on her own block before he
waved goodbye.

She'd done it! She'd helped a man feel happy.

But she really ought to figure out how to make her vagina work so
she could really make him happy. She was motivated in part by the
memory of that yucky taste in her mouth. So she worked harder
with her fingers, and didn't stop when it hurt a little. She kept
going until it hurt more. She went at it again at bedtime, then
again in the morning.

Kyle called the next day, and she said she'd have time three days
later to come play with his doggy again.

Once again he walked her from school to his house. But as soon as
they were behind the locked door of his bedroom (with the dog on
the other side), he began caressing her as he took her clothes
off, bit by bit.

"My vagina's big enough now," she said. "You can go right ahead
and fuck me properly!"

"Are you sure? That would be wonderful!"

She nodded, though she wasn't really sure.

And when he began working his penis into her, it hurt some. She
realized his penis was bigger than she'd allowed for. But it
didn't hurt a whole lot.

"Is... Is that deep enough for now?" she said, blinking away a
few tears.

"Oh, baby, that's plenty!" he said, in maybe an inch and a half.

And then she saw it -- the intensity of male desire as he forced
his penis in and out, holding her legs apart. As he got more
excited he pressed it in a little further, so it hurt a bit more.
But not too much.

And then he gave his moan and gasp and pushed deeper than ever.
That really did hurt, but Annie didn't say anything. She was a
woman! She had done her part, helping a man feel wonderful relief
as he ejaculated inside her vagina!

Each afternoon that she visited him, he showed her stuff and
listened when she talked. He made her feel pretty special. But of
course that wasn't important -- what mattered was that she could
make him happy. He usually did it to her twice, and he sure
seemed happy.

After a few weeks things began shifting. It got to the point
where he fucked her just as soon as they were behind a locked
door, and then just lay there without speaking until he was ready
to fuck her again ten minutes later. Then he walked her halfway
home -- across the busy streets, but not the little ones.

Then one day after school he said he had a surprise, and instead
of walking her to his house, they went up into a funny little
room up over the stage, with lots of cloth costumes. He gave her
a sharp, quick fuck and was done so soon she had time to walk
home with the usual kids who went to her neighborhood.

She was glad to be making a boy happy, but she got to thinking.
In the revolutionary society, men didn't own women -- all the men
could take whatever women they wanted. So it didn't seem fair
that she was just making one big boy happy. She should be trying
to keep lots of boys and men happy.

She mentioned this to Kyle, and he hesitated but said that
sounded good. He'd still fuck her just about every day after
school that one or the other of them didn't have some other plan.
In the dim light of the room over the stage, she'd lie back on a
pile of old costumes, pull her panties down to one ankle, and
he'd mount her and drill it in. He was always done in under a
minute -- sometimes it just took a few seconds. Annie was happy,
though. She was doing a woman's job already.

She knew from Rachel's experience that filling out her online
profile wasn't a good way at all to finding men who were
interested.

But at school she started hanging around places where the big
boys were, and noticing a few of them looking at her more than
the others. She put herself where an interested boy could talk to
her alone, and a few did. One thing led to another, and before
long she had 3 or 4 boys doing it to her. Sometimes it go to as
many as six. One of them figured out she was doing it with
another guy, and so the two of them thought it would be fun to do
her together. So she often had a fun hour with the two of them
together, receiving between four and six boy-happying
ejaculations in her vagina. She felt very virtuous.

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It was shortly after Rachel got her period and was subjected to
some rude fuckings that a big boy taunted her with a rumor -- her
little sister was spreading her legs for big boys too. She wasn't
sure what to think.

"Hey there Annie, how's it going?"

"Good."

"This guy who just did me, he said the craziest thing. He said
you're doing sexy things with big boys. He's lying, right."

"Um, well... You did sexy things when you didn't have to, right?"

"You mean it's true! How much are you letting them do? That's not
nice!"

"You say all the time that it's our job to make men happy, like
they tell us in school."

"Yeah, but I was 11. You're -- what, just 8, right?"

"What difference does that make?"

"A lot. So, do you let them look inside your panties or
something?"

"I... Men relieve themselves inside my vagina, just like a big
girl."

"Annie! How... You couldn't... At your age?"

"I managed. It hurt at first but it's been fine for a long time."

"A long time? How long has this been going on?"

"Um, let's see, about nine months."

"Oh, jeez, I've gotta tell mom."

"No! No, don't tell mom!"

"Why --"

"You know she doesn't understand. None of them do. You and I, we
get the revolution, the new thinking and everything. They don't."

"You got a point there. But dad -- we've got to tell dad."

"No, not dad..."

"But men know best, right? They're the ones who should be making
the decisions."

Annie sighed. "Well, OK..."

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The two girls found a time when their mother and Carly weren't
home.

"Annie has something to tell you," said Rachel.

"Oh?" said their father, looking up from his news feed.

"It's... Well..."

"Should I tell him?" said Rachel.

"OK," said Annie, not looking up.

"Annie's been letting men do it to her too."

"You? Annie? At age of, let's see, seven years old? No, eight,
that's right."

"She says we're supposed to make men happy, right? Just like I
did. She started a little younger, that's all."

"And you're letting them do the real thing? Wouldn't that hurt a
lot?"

"She's got it under control, dad, don't worry about that part.
You men know best about lots of things, but you can leave that
stuff to us." The girls exchanged a brief knowing smile.

"I suppose you're right." He didn't speak for a moment.

Then Rachel said, "So is that OK? You don't have a problem with
it? And, um, I hope we don't have to tell mom or Carly."

"Yeah, I can see why you'd feel that way, but... there's a real
opportunity here, don't you see? Annie, if you were willing to
let a couple soldiers do it to you, we could protect them again."

Rachel looked at Annie. "Yeah, he's right!"

Annie stood up straight. "I don't think it's right to protect
them." She'd been thinking about this for a while now.

"What?" said Rachel.

"Why do they deserve protection just because they have a couple
good little sisters who want to do the right thing for men? And
why the protection? The whole idea of the revolution is that
women should take lots of fuckings because they deserve it, and
try to feel good about it."

Rachel looked at her little sister with new-found respect.

"But you know how Carly suffers," said her father. "Or at least
used to. But still, there's just that one guy she keeps crying
about. What's his name?"

"Tom."

Annie said, "Yeah, I've heard him through the walls. He's not
very nice. The revolution doesn't say men should be mean to
women, just that they can fuck them any time."

The girls talked back and forth, exchanging ideas. Their father
threw in a thought from time to time. Later the two girls met
alone and worked out more details. Finally they had a plan.

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"Hi, Tom."

"Oh, hi there, little rugrat. I'm here to shaft your sister
again, the bitch. Unnh, unnh, unnh, aaahhhh!"

"I wanna talk to you about that."

"You? Talk to me? We men make the rules. I can't fuck you yet,
but just wait a couple years..."

Annie leapt up and latched herself onto Tom's front, legs behind
his butt, arms around his back.

"Hey, what the heck..."

"I'm just a stupid little girl, but I'm smart too. So you listen
to me a couple minutes, OK?"

Annie could tell he wasn't the sort of guy who would want to get
into her little panties.

"OK," said the big teen boy, caught off balance emotionally. He
put the girl down and then followed her to the living room. He
sat on one end of the sofa and she sat next to him.

"Carly used to be really mean to you, I bet."

"Yep, mean to everyone."

"And that all ended, what.... two years ago?"

"Sounds about right. Ended because we men took over, and we get
to nail every bitch on the planet, as often as we want. Woo-hoo!"

"Do you ever nail any bitches you're not mad at? Just for fun?"

"A few, I guess. But I love how they've all *got* to take it. How
*I'm* the one in charge!"

"You are. All you men are. You get to fuck any piece of pussy you
want, as many times as you want."

"Except little ones like you."

"Yeah. Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed, right?"

"Right!"

"So back when Carly was mean to you, you wanted to fuck her,
right? Or fuck some other girls? And they wouldn't let you?"

"Damn right!"

"But now you can. You point, they spread their legs, and you do
that thing you men love *so* much. You fuck it into them, right?
Get it as deep as you can? Go in and out while their pussy gives
you a tight, hot, slick hug. Feels just as great as anything?"

"Yeah..." said Tom.

"And when you've pounded away as long as you want, you have a
huge orgasm, right? You spurt a whole fountain of sperm way deep
up their cunts?"

"Yeah!"

"Where it can make them pregnant? Where you get to be the daddy,
and they have to have your baby?"

"Right."

"Isn't that the most amazing thing? What you really want to do
most?"

"I guess."

"How many times you fucked Carly?"

"Oh, I've lost count. Dozens, maybe hundreds."

"And every time she spread her legs for you, or got on her hands
and knees. Put her cunt right exactly where you wanted it. Let
you drive it in, pump in and out, fuck as slow or fast or long or
deep or whatever as you wanted. Give you a nice hot squeeze with
her pussy. And then you do it again -- the ultimate male thing --
the impregnating spurt!"

"Yeah, bitch deserves it."

"But forget the bitch part. You're getting the ultimate male
pleasure experience. The ultimate in male satisfaction. In to the
hilt. Going all the way. Never pulling out. Dumping your cum in
the very place where it can make you a daddy."

Tom didn't answer.

"So if Carly's been fucked a thousand times, she's had a thousand
times to think about how mean she was. And how wrong. And she
hasn't liked it very much, but she's done it. She's spread her
legs, let you all surge that big hot, thick thing into her very
center, pound it in and out just the exactly way you most want to
do it, and let you shoot your manly goo way up inside. Let you
all try to make a baby. Let you try dozens of times."

"Yeah."

"So can I come in with you when you fuck Carly this time?"

"You wanna watch?"

"Yeah! Watch how a big stud like you fucks the daylights out of
my big sister."

"Well, OK. Wonder how she'll like *that*."

"Just let me talk to her for thirty seconds first."

"Well, OK. But that's all. I'm going to count."

"OK." Annie raced up the stairs and barged into Carly's room.

"Was that Tom you were talking to?"

"Yeah."

"Asshole..."

"Yeah, I only got a couple seconds. Are you sorry you were mean a
couple years ago? Sorry you were mean to all the other boys and
girls?"

"Well yeah, I guess."

"I'm gonna make Tom start being nice to you, I think. But you
gotta do your part. You gotta say you're sorry. And you really
gotta mean it!"

"Nineteen, twenty..."

"And then he'll be nice to me?"

"No, you idiot!" hissed the little girl, yanking Carly's hair.

"Ouch!"

"You're sorry because you shouldn't have done it. You're just
plain sorry. No reason or angle or advantage. You're just sorry."

"Twenty-four, Twenty-five..."

"But..."

"Trust me, damn it!"

"OK," said Carly vaguely, looking in wonder at her littlest
sister.

"Thirty!" said Tom, as the door opened.

"Annie says she's gonna watch me fuck you today," said Tom,
rubbing his hands. "I thought that sounded good."

"Oh," said Carly, eyes darkening.

She caught Annie looking at her and shaking her head.

"Just tell me how you want it, Tom," said Carly. "But first, I
just want to say... I shoulda said this before, but I want to say
it now... I'm really, really sorry for how I treated you way back
when. Like I was a total jerk. A bitch. An asshole. I didn't see
it then, and then I've been angry since then and didn't want to
admit it. But I was totally wrong. And I'm so, so sorry." She
fought back tears.

"You're not crying your way out of getting fucked, you know..."
said Tom.

"Oh, I know!" said Carly, brightening. "I'll do it just the way
you want, I just wanted to say that."

"Well, OK," said Tom... "So, on your back, dress up around your
middle, panties around one ankle."

Annie said, "Sounds hot. But why don't you rip those panties
instead."

Carly gave her a questioning look but said nothing.

"Rip 'em down the middle, make a panty slit to match the girly
slit inside. Ruin her panties!"

"Whoa, that's a pretty hot idea!"

"Great. So you ready to do her?"

"Oh, yeah." He stripped.

"That's a really impressive tool you got."

"Thanks, kid."

"Ain't she just so fuckable? Pretty face? Smooth thighs. Cute
little feet way out at the ends?"

"How'd you get such a dirty mind, kiddo?"

"Oh, never mind that. You got a tool that could rip a girl to
shreds. So first shred those panties."

"Oh, yeah." He dug a paw in at each side of her groin, one set of
fingers into each leg hole. And then he gripped and pulled out
hard to the side. They could hear the ripping of the panty cloth.
"Guess I trashed those panties all right."

"Yeah, but look inside, through the shreds. Pussy lips, right?
Moist pussy lips."

Carly reached down to hold herself open, but Annie waved her
back.

"Nah, Tom, you hold her open, use your hand, spread her open.
Those lips keep the insides clean and safe when no one wants to
use her, but that's not now. You want to use her, and how! See
her vagina -- cunt -- the opening there. You sure as hell know
what to do with that, right?"

"Oh, yeah," muttered Tom. "I'm gonna fuck it!"

"Right, and there's the tip of that huge strong meat you've got,
right in that moist hole... You sure got the right place." Annie
leaned over so her lips were an inch from the big boy's ear, as
he gazed down at his cock right on the entrance. Then in a harsh
whisper, she said, "So, nail her!"

Tom gathered all his masculine strength and gave a huge shove
that would have forced his cock through steel mesh. But there was
no steel mesh and he surged inside until his pubic bone bumped
hard against Carly's.

"Oh, yeah, you nailed her good! And how does that cunt feel? Hot
and slick and tight?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"About as good as a cunt could feel, right? You can't imagine a
place more perfect for fucking in and out of than that, right?
And you're giving her a good, hard fuck."

Tom fucked in and out with a grin on his face.

"And look at what you've conquered. Pretty face, looking really
impressed at how good she's getting fucked. And you can see the
size of her boobs under that dress, but there are those silky
thighs, spread so wide apart. Women used to always keep them
tight together, hiding everything, 'Do not enter!' written all
over it. But not now! She's spread wide and letting you fuck her!
And when you're done, you can do it again in ten minutes and an
hour, and tomorrow and the next day, on and on. But right now, in
the moment, concentrate on *this* fuck. Carly's cunt's taking
your whole, huge cock. The whole thing. She opened up to let you
in all the way. But she -- the cunt -- she didn't leave. She's
there, hugging it tight. However deep, however hard, however rude
you are, her cunt's there following you, taking it, dancing with
you, holding your stiff shaft firmly, hot and slick. You can't be
too nasty or rude for a hot cunt like that -- she's just as rude
and nasty as you are! And you know what she's saying? You know
what that cunt's saying, what Carly's saying through her cunt?"

Tom shook his head a little.

"She's saying, 'Ejaculate! Make me pregnant!' You can't out-nasty
a cunt. She needs your juice, and she needs it bad. She's got an
egg in there, and she needs YOU to smother it with nasty sperm!"

Tom had a dumb look of total pleasure as he pounded his cock in
and out hard, so very fast and deep.

Carly was looking at her with wonder and surprise -- and
something else.

"See pretty Carly, impressed at what a magnificent fuck she's
getting? Getting pumped so hard she's jiggling on the bed. But
there's the flat tummy, waiting to get fat with a baby, and
there's those wide hips, ready to push it out once it's grown,
but there's the silky thighs, open wide apart, and those lips,
but they're wide open, and there's the cunt inside! And you're in
the cunt. Wrestling with it, dancing with it, stabbing it -- but
the cunt says, 'More, more, hard as you want! I've got you, I'm
giving you that tight, hard, sloppy hug, making your tip feel
better and better, so much better, so fantastic. Give in to the
feeling, let your nasty male reptile do its thing... Ejaculate!
Spew a ton! Fuck it in deep and make her pregnant!"

Carly let out a cry and quivered.

"You stud! You made her do an orgasm! The way is open and she's
pumping away to get your sperm straight up to the egg. Hot, nasty
cunt, saying, 'I'm yours, so ejaculate me into oblivion!'"

Tom let out a strangled sound as his strokes got even faster and
deeper, and then a big roar, "YES!!!"

Annie leaned in to whisper again, "You've owned her! Keep pumping
that sperm! She's going to have to have *your* baby!"

But Tom was spent.

"Aw, keep your cock in as long as it stays. You're tired, just
lie on her! Give her your full weight. She's a woman, made to
serve you. She'll get enough air to survive. A little
strangulation makes the baby grow better."

And Tom's substantial weight bore right down on Carly, who indeed
had trouble breathing, but she didn't complain.

As Tom caught his breath, he rolled to one side, still panting.

Carly said in a small voice, "Annie, who... what?"

"Yeah," said Tom, "you're like not normal."

"I dunno," said Annie. "Like I'm possessed or something." Rachel
had helped a lot with the language. She sat on the bed and looked
into Tom's face. "Pretty fantastic, right?"

He nodded.

"That's you getting every last thing a man's inner animal could
want, right?"

He smiled and nodded.

"But..." here she paused, "Carly was right there being nasty with
you, getting everything a woman's inner animal could want too.
Together." She switched to a whisper. "Nothing about making her
suffer, right? Nothing about making her pay? Just doing a
primitive, perfect fuck, because it's primitive and perfect."

"But..." said Tom, groggily.

"Shhh..." said Annie. "Just think about it. Don't say anything."

Tom came to fuck Carly again, but he left out the parts about
making her suffer. The two of them remembered the amazing
monologue Annie had given them. The vengeance left. Tom still
fucked her. He fucked her hard and didn't ask her opinions. He
didn't care whether she liked it or not. But the intent to hurt
her was gone. He just fucked her because he wanted to fuck her
and it felt good.


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Chapter 5

The new sexual rules had the desired effect on fertility. Women
and big girls everywhere missed their periods and their bellies
swelled just the way they're supposed to. The regime scrambled to
make the needed infrastructure, from gynecologists to delivery
rooms, nurseries, diaper supplies, preschools... It was all
planned for. The state provided generous support for any girl or
woman with a baby if she didn't have a man providing for her.

Since women were usually mated by several men during their
fertile periods, it introduced a new problem. In general, the
women didn't know who had impregnated them. It would be good for
the long-term mental health of little boys if they knew who their
fathers were. It couldn't hurt for the little girls either.

Over time, everyone's DNA was sequenced and stored in a database.
From a mother's DNA and a baby's DNA, it was an easy search to
find who the daddy was.

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ID necklaces were optional for men, but over time most decided to
wear one. For hot babes, it put a guy in line in front of anyone
without one. If he came quick, it put him in front of the
slowpokes. If he was innocent, it ruled him out of suspicion for
any crime, because he was almost always somewhere else. Adam had
been slow to give a DNA sample, but he had to give one when he
got a necklace. When he did, the computers churning with his DNA
found he had fathered nine children! And who knew how many more
were in the oven?

Nine children!

Most guys he knew hadn't fathered any, even if they'd seeded way
more pussies than he had.

He decided to fill in his own online profile. Though it was
optional for men and he could veto any contents, he advertised
his fertility. He was handsome and smart, tall and athletic. He
was proud.

The very next day he got his first contact, from a girl who lived
a half mile away.

"Hi, Adam, this is Julie."

"Why, hello Julie." he looked up her profile. Decent-looking.

"Would you be willing to fuck me?"

"Girl like you, I should think you'd be getting plenty of
attention." He hoped its was his stunning physique that attracted
her.

"Oh, I am," she said, not sounding very pleased. "But my fertile
period is coming up, and if you're willing, I'd really like to
get you as the daddy."

"What's the chances of that? You probably get 30 guys who do it
to you when you're fertile, right?"

"I think it was 74 last time."

"In two hours? That's under two minutes each!"

Julie sighed. "When a girl is fertile, she's got to take it for
four hours, not two."

"Oh, wow."

"Recent rule change."

"Makes sense, helps make babies. So what chance do I have against
74 others?"

"You have fathered nine babies, right? So your sperm must be
pretty good."

"Yeah, I guess."

"But I've also got a plan. As soon as my four hours is up, I'm
going to try to get all the cum out of my pussy -- just with my
finger -- it's legal. Then if you came an hour later, your sperm
would have an edge. and then if you did it again an hour before
my vagina opens for business the next day, you'd have a good shot
then too."

Adam's cock was hard thinking about it. "OK, sounds good."

"From the rear would be best. And I'd stimulate myself while
you're fucking so I get an orgasm right after you spurt. It might
help."

"You're not telling me exactly how to fuck you, are you?"

"Oh, no, of course not!" she said quickly. "Any way you want
would be OK. My role is to serve you. But if you wanted to be a
daddy one more time, I think that would offer the best chance."

Since she was offering him access outside of her "normal business
hours", it was her choice. If he wanted to be invited back for
another breeding attempt, he'd better keep her happy. Of course
he *could* just blow the whole thing off and go on fucking
whatever other girls he felt like. But what she was asking for
was pretty reasonable. Fuck her from the rear? No problem!

"And if you keep all your sperm to yourself for like 24 hours
beforehand, that would help too."

Adam paused. "So you really, really want to have my baby? You
want to get pregnant?"

Julie hesitated. "Yes, I'd like that very much. Or, well, my
silly girl brain might actually want to wait a little for a baby,
but you men know best. And if I've got to have a baby right now,
I'd rather have the best daddy for it I can."

"Makes sense."

Adam smiled. He had a career ahead as a stud.

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Nancy was happy to be left alone most of the time. She didn't
want to bring any babies into this revolutionary nightmare, where
a son would be brought up to be a serial rapist, and a daughter
would be the victim of perpetual gang bang.

She knew she was fat and ugly, and guys flocked to the skinny
babes. It worked out well. So she was surprised when a guy
emailed to say he'd be over to fuck her. When she looked it up,
she realized with dread that she was fertile. People said there
were a few guys like this, but she'd never met one -- checking
out the dogs and fucking them when they were fertile.

He was pretty ugly, short and bald.

"Just as ugly in person as with the pictures," he said when he
arrived.

Nancy seethed but of course didn't say anything.

"Turn the lights out, don't say anything, and I'll do you from
the rear."

As she felt the mysterious presence behind her, he said, "However
ugly you are, a baby's a baby. Got a lot better shot when there's
not much sperm competition."

Nancy felt hands behind her spreading her butt cheeks to the
side, then she felt the little poke.

"Your ass is so fat I can barely get it in! And I've got seven
inches! But I got it. I'm in enough..." He pumped in and out.
"However ugly the girl, the cunt's always smooth and hot. Just
asking for an ejaculation. Speaking of which..." She felt him
pump faster. "Aaaahhhh," he said fifteen seconds later. As he
pulled out, he said, "Swim fast, little sperm!"

Without another word to her, he pulled up his pants and left.

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Sex Ed For Hesitant Boys


The video opened with a quick sequence of twenty different boys
at the moment of orgasm, face and vocalization telling the story
of the ultimate satisfaction. The video also showed their cocks
fully inserted in girls, whether from the front, the rear, the
side, lying or standing.

"When a boy reaches puberty, his body changes in many ways. He
grows, gets muscles, and his voice deepens. His testicles and
penis grows much larger. He thinks about things differently, and
the biggest change is thinking about sex. He dreams about sex and
wants sex. For most boys, ejaculation deep inside a vagina
becomes the best thing in the whole world. It's called fucking,
and it's the ultimate satisfaction."

The background music switched to a minor key. "Before the
revolution, most boys were frustrated most of the time. Very few
girls would let them in their vaginas, and even they were very
picky and only allowed it now and then. A boy who forced himself
into a girl could be punished severely. Instead, boys were stuck
looking at pornography and masturbating -- poor substitutes for
the real thing."

The music switched to a major key and got more inspiring as it
showed hot babes getting fucked.
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 "That's all changed, and now boys get to fuck anyone they want!
Just about any high school girl is available for the taking. If a
boy shows up during her available hours and wants to fuck her, he
gets to fuck her. No more idle wondering which of ten girls would
be the best in bed. A boy can find out for himself by fucking all
ten of them! If he finds one he likes best, he can fuck her every
single day, if the line of other guys waiting their turn isn't
too long.

But some boys are hesitant. Some don't think they should do
something so intimate and personal with a girl without her really
being interested too. Compassion -- it's a good thing.

But when we tried compassion and equality, before the revolution,
it was a disaster. A girl could send a boy to prison just by
saying he had touched her. Girls and women would get boys and men
to be their virtual slaves just for a chance to be allowed into
her vagina now and then. And worst of all, they just didn't allow
men in often enough to make the babies we need to keep going and
replace the people who die. More and more women decided that they
wanted to get sexual stimulation from other women and not from
men at all.

Men are wiser than women in all ways, but above all in this one
particular way: sex, and how often to have sex.

Women getting fucked against their will is the natural order, a
natural part of the human condition. Scientists know that when
hunter-gatherer bands fought, one main reason was women. The
victorious band killed all the men in the defeated band, but they
took the women for themselves. They took them for their own and
raped them, over and over again. The women got pregnant, had
babies, and cared for them. You have countless forebears who were
conceived exactly like that -- from 'marriages' based on rape
that nonetheless were vital to the line of inheritance that has
ultimately produced *you*.

We can get scientific proof today that women are designed to have
sex against their will. Women's vaginas are really ready to take
a man's penis at any time, but they get more lubricated to allow
the penis to slide in and out more easily. This happens when the
woman's body decides that sex will happen soon. See this graph
showing the lubrication as the scene below unfolds when a woman
wants sex."

The video showed a woman asking a man if he'd have sex with her.
He kissed her, and her lubrication began to rise. They took their
clothes off and then he fondled her breasts and thighs, the
lubrication rising the whole time.

"But look what happens here."

The video showed a man arguing with a woman, throwing her down on
a bed and getting into position to mount her. The graphic showed
her lubrication rising rapidly too!

"The vagina knows the score. It prepares for getting fucked even
if the woman herself doesn't want it, because for countless
generations that's the way it was, so evolution has made her
vagina wise that way." The video showed a cartoon animation of a
frowning girl on her back whose vagina nonetheless swells and
opens to accept the incoming penis.

"Earlier we talked about hunter-gatherer bands. Wars have been
very common in more recent history, too. Here we see two soldiers
moving through a town they have occupied." The split screen
showed two men, each spying an attractive girl behind a window.
They both express their interest, and in both cases the girl
shakes her head. The first soldier sighs and moves off. The
second one breaks in, threatens the girl, bends her over the
table and takes her as she lies crying.

"Both soldiers died in battle the next day, and here we see their
two mothers thinking back to the scene the day before." The first
one sighs with disappointment as her son gives up, the second one
smiles with a gleam in her eye as her son digs his cock into the
girl's pussy and plants his seed.

"We saw the girl crying as she got fucked against her will, but
here we see her adoring her little baby boy. It's the second
soldier who fathered a child. It's the second man who was your
great-great-grandfather -- not the first one." The video showed
two family trees, with each man's face in a little square box.
The first one looked down sadly at the blank space below him in
the tree, while the second looked down fondly at the box below
him.

"Sex itself is something we share with the animals. It's got
nothing to do with love. It's about the male stuffing his sperm
into the female as quickly as possible. See these mating
animals." The video showed horses, cows, dogs, rats. "Is the male
looking at the female's face, wondering what she's thinking or
whether she's having a good time? No! He's focused on her vagina,
on getting his penis into it, and on ejaculating there. See the
tomcat, how he's strangling the female? It's part of how cats
reproduce. After he ejaculates, there are spines at the base of
his penis that tear the female's vulva. If he doesn't hurt the
female in those ways, she doesn't have any kittens! We humans
don't have to hurt women to make them pregnant, but we don't need
to worry about whether want sex or not!" On the video the female
cat licked her vulva, looking very uncomfortable.

"Now, another reason some young men are hesitant is they feel
self-conscious about themselves. There's no need to worry. Look
at these boys..." The video showed a small, scrawny kid, a big
fat one with a tiny penis, one who was obviously Down Syndrome,
and one without any arms -- each of them propositioned a girl. In
each case, she immediately made herself available for sex with a
smile, the boy inserted his cock, pumped a bunch of times, and
came. He then withdrew and walked away, obviously satisfied,
while the girl looked content too.

"Sometimes a boy is so excited he unloads before he's in the
vagina..." The video showed a premature ejaculation, and it
showed the girl smiling and saying, 'You'll get it in next time.'

"Other times, he doesn't unload his sperm. This happens sometimes
if he's just fucked a girl and ejaculated a short while before.
Sometimes it feels good to fuck a girl even if you know you won't
be ejaculating -- feel free if that's what you feel like doing."

The video showed a girl who was seriously retarded. "If you're
still self-conscious, let's meet Miriam. She won't judge you!"
She managed to say, 'Before I just felt dumb. But my pussy is
smart! Men fuck me and get happy!' The video shows a nervous boy
who's barely into puberty mounting her and fucking away. Miriam
smiles and looks at him happily. He comes and his nervous smile
turns to happy relief. 'Thank you,' she says, giving a big smile.

Heroic music started playing softly, rising in volume. "Nature
gave girls deep vaginas for one reason only -- so they could take
our penises way inside. They are smooth and slick and hot for one
reason only -- to make our penises ejaculate. Nature gave us
penises for one reason only -- to force them into vaginas so they
can shoot sperm and make the girls pregnant. When your cock is
long and stiff, look around for a pussy to cram it into. Often it
starts getting long and stiff just looking at a girl. Let it.
That's nature's way of telling you it's time to fuck her. So go
ahead and fuck her! It is honoring all your forefathers and your
natural instinct. It is fulfilling your deepest nature as a man.
Penetrate her. Fuck in and out. Just think about how nice the
girl's cunt feels, how hot and smooth. In a few seconds you
should get that superb good feeling as you unload your balls.
Maybe she'll get pregnant. You have fulfilled your destiny as a
man. Keep fulfilling it over and over again, day after day. This
is the new world. This is the revolution!"

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Jerry tossed and turned. His wife Alison lay asleep beside him,
her pregnancy easily visible under the covers.

He had been a true believer. A feminist man, a supporter of all
aspects of women's empowerment. The revolution had been a
horrible shock. Men came to rape his wife, and he was powerless
to stop them. Once things regularized, he made a point to be out
when her vagina was "open for business". Then he came back and
consoled her, held her, listened to her anger and pain. And who
could blame her? Rape, over and over? Officially sanctioned and
encouraged? The idea of him having sex with her was totally out
of the question, given what she was going through.

Now she was pregnant, obviously not with his child. Was this his
fate, to care forever for a distraught wife, raising a baby who
was not his?

The sex ed tape for hesitant boys was circulated to a wider
audience, including men just like him. He had watched it twice.
He rose and went to his study and brought up once more the video
of those two girls -- the sisters Rachel and Annie. Annie was
underage, and Rachel was also protected somehow. But they were
devoted to helping men just like him. Men who had never taken
advantage of their male birthright. In the mindset he had
cultivated in his life thus far, they had not taken advantage of
their privilege to rape. But was that the mindset he wanted for
himself now?

He decided to try to see them. He should have told Alison, should
have discussed it with her, should have gotten her permission.
But he couldn't face that. And he wouldn't have gotten her
permission.

So he had composed his video application quietly, furtively, and
apologetically. Now, with one final sigh, he pressed the "Send"
button.

Part of him hoped the girls would find him unsuitable, or would
be just too busy to take his application. But he got an
acceptance the next day, and arranged to meet them during the
work day, when he would call in sick and hope Alison never found
out.

When finally seated on the bed with Rachel and Annie, Jerry was a
mess of apologies. He found himself spouting feminist doctrine.
The girls let him go on for a while, then with a look at each
other, Annie pushed him down onto his back and straddled his
chest.

"You should relax," she said, and leaned forward to rub noses
with him, her hair frisking over his face.

He relaxed a little and smiled. She was just a little girl, after
all.

"You were saying all those things and I couldn't understand it
all," said Annie. "But this much I get from what you wrote.
You've never been untrue to your wife, though she has been untrue
to you. Because she's unhappy, you never get sex with her. She's
going to give birth to another man's baby."

"But I have an understanding with her, a promise we've made to
each other."

"Hey, look at this." The girl flipped up her dress and revealed
her crotch. There were no panties, just a pair of little girl
lips.

He searched for words but none came right away.

"Now, you wouldn't use your male strength to take advantage of a
little girl, would you?" she said, beginning a slow rhythmic
motion, smushing her girl parts against his chest. Down below he
could feel his erection arising in spite of himself.

Rachel reappeared, now dressed in a negligee. She looked over
Annie's shoulder at him with a friendly smile.

"Ooo, Annie, I see something down here I want to explore."

"OK," said the little girl.

Rachel disappeared behind Annie's back, and Jerry felt hands on
his zipper and belt, hands removing cloth and exposing him.

"Really, I don't know...." he said, but despite his hesitation he
lifted his butt so Rachel could pull the pants down.

"I see a big, beautiful penis," said Rachel. "Stiff and hard and
just right for stuffing into a vagina."

"Oooo, goody," said Annie, squirming against the man's chest.

"Would you like to stuff it into my sister's vagina? I bet she'd
like that a whole lot."

"You bet!" said Rachel.

"But why?" he said. "Why would you let me do that?"

Annie answered. "Because you're a man, and you deserve it. You
deserve to do what your body wants."

"But... I don't know," he said.

Rachel said, "Surely you can't blame your wife for being untrue
to you because she was raped, right?" Her hands caressed his
stiff organ.

"Of course not!"

Rachel now lifted herself up, and only at the last second did
Jerry realize what she was doing. His cock tip was nestled into
something warm and moist, and then suddenly it was engulfing him,
as she lowered herself.

"Ah, that feels good!" she said. "So, you see, you've been
raped."

He sort of had, but then, he hadn't struggled, and he had
arranged to meet them.

Rachel surged up and down in a slow rhythm.

Annie dismounted and looked at what was happening below. Jerry
could then get a clear view of what was happening too, a view
that was both horrible and wonderful. A 14-year-old girl, a
beautiful girl, was naked from the waist down and was impaling
herself on his cock, going up and down. It felt fantastic.

"Would you care to ejaculate in my vagina?" she said.

It was terribly arousing!

Annie knelt beside him and brought her lips close to his ear. "My
sister is fucking you. Feel how tight and hot her cunt is?"

"What I'd like more than anything is if you would ejaculate
inside my vagina," said Rachel.

Jerry felt guilty but his cock knew nothing of that. It was in
heaven. Ejaculation was a definite possibility.

Annie brought her lips to his ear again and nibbled, then
giggled. "Just let go and let it feel good," she said. She then
licked his earlobe before tugging it with her teeth. "You deserve
it so much."

Just then Rachel's vagina squeezed and her up and down motion got
faster.

"Oh, oh, um, rrrgggghhhhh!" croaked out Jerry. His pelvis
instinctively pressed upward, lifting Rachel off the bed as his
orgasm overwhelmed him, shooting wads of sperm up into the dear
young girl.

"Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhh," he said, lust satisfied. But guilt crept
in. "Ohhhhh.... oh no..."

"No you don't!" said Annie. "She wanted it, it's natural, it's
just what your body is meant to do."

Rachel lifted off. "Look at all this creamy sperm!" she said, and
Annie smiled appreciatively.

One girl snuggled up on either side of him. He felt warm and
wonderful.

"You're such a nice man," said Rachel.

"You deserve it. You deserve everything about being a man," said
Annie.

His cock slowly filled with blood again.

"Oooo, look what I see!" said Rachel.

"Oh, it's beautiful," said Annie. "I think it's ready to stick in
a vagina again."

Jerry was confused, but he knew he wouldn't resist them any more.
He had given in. These girls were sure wonderful and welcoming.

They tugged him upright so he was sitting to the side. Where he
had been lying was now Rachel, completely naked, perfect skin,
perfect breasts, legs spread wide...

"If you're willing," she said. "I'd like nothing better than to
have you come mount me, penetrate my vagina, let yourself go, and
try to make me pregnant."

Jerry mounted the gorgeous young thing with the perfect skin. He
noted the natural smile, devoid of all the complexity that
Alison's face showed at the best of times. He pressed his penis
forward, and Rachel guided it in.

So he thrust in and out with intensity and purpose. It felt good.
It felt right. He was an animal. And in under a minute, he gave a
flurry of strokes in his final approach.

"Oh, yes!" said Rachel, watching him intently. She wasn't
advertising her own sexual pleasure -- she was glad he was about
to have *his*.

He fucked away hard and fast, devoid of any feminist guilt. He
then felt ecstasy, and his body pumped semen into young
Rachel."Aaahhhh!" he said, and slid off.

"You're a good man," said Rachel.

Annie said, "You did just what a man's supposed to do. What he's
wired to do. What he deserves."

And Jerry felt it, and with it a surge of anger at the feminist
constraints he'd grown up with.

"I guess it is... I guess it is what I deserve. Thank you girls
so much!"

The two of them hugged and kissed him as he got dressed, for no
motivation he could discern other than simple affection. They did
not accept money for their service.

He left Alison. He took to fucking his way through the world,
plunging into the pussies of the hottest young babes he could
find -- though he always stuck to those who were advertised as
being cheerful about it. It was wonderful. He had discovered his
nature, his calling, his deepest purpose.

If the revolution could win over Jerry, it could win over just
about male. And that was all they needed to win over, the males.
Female allies like Rachel and Annie made the world much nicer,
but what mattered was the males. They had the power.

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Love In the Age of Endless Sex
_The New York Times_

Brian and Elaine were happily married with a one-year-old boy
when the revolution happened.

Elaine is hot -- hourglass figure, round face, big brown eyes and
sensuous lips. When the first guy insisted on his sexual access
-- rape, in the old terminology -- she was angry and shocked.
Brian tended the baby David during the act, and after the man
left, Brian consoled her in her grief. Men came the next day
while Brian was at work, and she did her best while on her back
and being mounted by a boor to console the crying David. Most
guys were patient enough to wait until a child was asleep or
otherwise cared for, but not that one.

When the dust had settled that night, she had had sex against her
will with 6 guys, one of them twice. Brian listened and consoled.
But Elaine made what turned out to be a very good decision.

She relays it to me as the three of us sit in their living room.
"I told Brian to go find some girls to fuck. I knew he'd resent
it if guys were fucking his wife and he wasn't getting any. I
also told him to spare me the details."

Brian said, "I was tempted to be true, but... I'm also in touch
with my inner feelings and I knew I'd be resentful. So, I went
out raping on my own. I couldn't get it up for girls who were
obviously totally miserable. I did score about once a day,
though."

After a few weeks, when things had settled into a pattern, Elaine
was getting fucked about ten times a day, from 6 pm to 8 pm,
while Brian watched David. Later Brian went out for his own sex.
They also made love perhaps once a week, complete with the oral
sex that gave Elaine the orgasms she craved. She gave him oral
too, which none of his outside partners were obliged to do. He
loved it, but he wanted to come in her pussy, so that's what he
did.

"I decided to make the best of it," says Elaine, "and Brian was
totally supportive. After the guys' anger softened, it was OK.
They didn't care how I felt about, one way or the other. I got
that these guys weren't trying to humiliate me. They just wanted
to fuck me -- it was just business. Getting fucked. feels pretty
good to me, at the animal level. So I started using my fingers
during the act, and I started coming along with them sometimes.
That was good. When it made it into my online profile, interest
in me increased, but my fuckers came to be men who liked the idea
of a woman coming -- and those were better guys, more fun."

Brian said, "It's kind of weird that she spends two hours a day
on her back, and I'll admit I'm still a bit jealous. But I
usually find four or five pussies to fuck each day myself, even
if I only come in one of them."

Five years after the revolution, David is 6. Elaine has a
4-year-old son and is pregnant with a daughter -- neither of them
Brian's. But Brian fathered a son with another woman, and he
visits the two of them sometimes. He also loves the other little
boy in the house as much as his own son.

But there's more to marriage than sex and kids. Brian says, "We
still talk about everything with each other, and go on little
outings together. We do puzzles, cook, and talk about our days.
I'd say we're in love." The way they smile at each other, I
believe them. "I gather lots of people aren't so lucky."

They are very right about that.

Let's meet Carly May. She was in high school when the revolution
came. She's quite the knockout, but she admits she was mean to
other kids. She got a great deal of sexual attention and was
miserable. "A lot of it, I have to admit now I deserved it. Some
guys got together, trying to set a record -- though it wasn't.
Eight-four guys ejaculated inside me within a single hour. By
then I was so used to it, and it certainly didn't hurt. I sure
felt like I was desired. I started giggling a couple times when I
realized I felt kind of like a toilet. The sheets were really
quite a mess. And with all that stimulation, I actually came
twice myself."

Now 20 years old, Carly might be infertile. She hasn't conceived
in 5 years, despite a great many men trying to impregnate her.
Now she would like to find a life partner. In the old days, she
would have been in demand as a date. But now things are
different. Men who find her sexy can just fuck her -- every day,
if they want. If they do form a bond with her, they know she'll
spend two hours a day getting fucked by other guys. Finding a
partner seems pretty unlikely, but she seems resigned to her
fate. "I think I have to make up for being mean when I was
younger. I think I need to find a way to serve others."

Young women like Ruth find themselves much more in demand as
potential life partners. Ruth is not particularly attractive.
She's stout, with dark hair and coarse features. In the early
days, a few guys showed up during her fertile periods. Carl is a
reasonably attractive guy, and they are now a couple. He says
Ruth is kind and funny and personable. The two of them do have
sex sometimes -- including when she is fertile. Ruth has asked
Carl not to tell her about any other women he fucks, and he's OK
with that. He confessed to me that he does have sex with girls
about once a week -- usually young teens who have recently come
on the market. But he thinks of it as "just hot sex" and quite
different from how he feels about Ruth. The two of them have made
a lifetime commitment to each other, though they don't believe in
the institution of marriage. They can count on the other to be
there beside them at night, to be there in the morning, to listen
to how their day went over dinner. Carl doesn't have to share
Ruth with other men very often, and her personality is the key
thing that binds him to her.

Alison is another kind of woman. She is the mother of five
children. The state now allows contraception for a woman after
she has had four, and most take advantage of it. Her last
pregnancy yielded twins. All five children have different fathers
-- including the twins. Four of the five take an active interest
in their kids, and as often as not there will be a father or two
around the house -- sometimes three at once. They talk mostly
about their joint child, though all of the fathers take some
parental interest in the other men's kids too. She reports that
two of them are likely to take five minutes to have sex with her
while they're over ("sometimes it's just two minutes", she says
with a laugh). Each of the other two will often spend the night
with her at her invitation. She enjoys having someone in bed with
her and someone to wake up with -- often at first light because a
kid or two crawls into bed with them.

Then there is Hannah. Hannah was quite attractive and got male
attention when the revolution came. It wasn't excessive (rarely
more than three a night), but it troubled her deeply -- it's
worth recalling that before the revolution many women would find
rape a very traumatic experience, even if it only happened once.
She didn't qualify for a mental health exemption. So she ate, and
ate some more, and now she's a very large woman. There are now
men who notice when a woman starts gaining weight and make a
point of having sex with her and being unpleasant about it -- to
deter exactly what Hannah has done to herself. It would take an
extraordinary effort and a long penis to manage to actually
penetrate Hannah. However, occasionally a man shows up who will
use his arm and hand to penetrate her -- just to punish her.

In dealing with very large women, some men masturbate to orgasm
and slather their hands with the resulting semen before
penetration. Others will wield a blunt syringe to deliver the
semen more efficiently. These are both entirely legal. Hannah has
never been subjected to that sort of attempt at impregnation.

She does not work and barely gets by on the minimal government
payment. Her father and brothers refuse to help support her.

A great many marriages from before the revolution are still
intact, especially if the woman was on the older side. She may
have gotten a little attention in the early days, but if so it
has dropped off to nothing. They are based on familiarity,
friendship, and companionship. Surveys show that sex is 70% more
common in such marriages than before the revolution. Some men
seek sex outside, and of those some tell their wives and some
don't.

Some of the people who are least content with the revolution are
older single women, for an ironic reason. Not only is it harder
to catch a man, since he can partake of all the young, sexy pussy
he wants. But very few men even choose to have sex with them. Zoe
says, "I'm 100% a sure thing. All a guy has to do is snap his
fingers and I'm his for the night or the hour or the minute. I
could ask for it, but it's embarrassing to even think about that.
If he really desired me, he'd just take me. If he did agree to
sex when asked, then I'd feel like a charity case." These women
must submit to sex with any man who asks -- but no one ever does.


Men are overwhelmingly happy with the revolution. They have a
wide variety of tastes -- celibacy, a monogamous relationship
(usually with a rather unattractive woman), a relationship but
with lots of fucking on the outside, and those who stay single
but just fuck however much pussy they feel like. Whatever their
desires, they have more options than ever before.

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Luke Johnson was feeling pretty bummed out. Two more years to go
before he'd be eligible for parole. He couldn't manage to think
of it today as "just" two more years. No more armed robbery for
him. If only that guy hadn't fought back. But he had to shoot him
once he did -- otherwise he'd probably have been killed. They
said the other guy was going to be in a wheelchair for life, but
at least he was alive. And so was Luke.

Due to some overcrowding problem in the prison system he was
stuck on this open wing with no privacy. The good news was that
he had his cell to himself, the bad news was that there were
nothing but old-fashioned vertical bars for walls. Bars between
the cells, and bars between the cells and the central corridor.
Six cells on each side of the corridor. Two were vacant, but
there were 10 men there, and each of them could see everything
the other 9 were doing. Including taking a crap.

The door opened, and the guard Will entered, but with him was a
person who made him sit up and take notice.

It was a lovely young woman.

"Carly has decided to pay you all a visit," said Will. "Anyone
hurts her, you can forget about parole."

Luke's cell was the first one on the left, and Carly stood
outside the bars and looked at him. She had a pillow tucked under
one arm.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Luke," he said, rising and approaching the front of his cell.

"Are you sorry for whatever you did?"

"Yeah, very sorry."

"OK. I know that men get really sad when they can't put their
penis in a vagina and ejaculate. And I figured that while all the
other men can just find a woman and do it to her, you guys in
jail can't do that. So it didn't seem fair that you'd have to
suffer that way too, as well as being in jail. So, that's why I'm
here."

This sure was unexpected good fortune! "Um, that sounds nice.
Where did you have in mind?"

Will said, "We can't let you out, and we can't let her in."

Carly said, "But if you're willing to come up to the bars here...
And show me you're ready to do it..."

Luke looked at Will.

"It's OK, yeah."

Carly lifted her dress to show him what she was offering -- she
had no panties on, and she was shaved. Luke's cock was hard, and
he pulled down his trousers and underpants.

Carly smiled. "Would you like to stick that in me?"

Luke nodded dumbly. How was this going to work, though? He'd been
with plenty of women, and the way he figured it if she just came
up to the bars and they stood face-to-face the angle would be all
wrong.

"OK, you may." She dropped the pillow on the floor, turned
around, knelt, flipped her dress up over her back, and backed up
against the bars. Whoa!

Little expletives and expressions of surprise and excitement came
from the other cells.

Luke was a little self-conscious with the other guys watching,
but he wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like this! He knelt
behind her and pressed his cock forward between the bars.

Carly was looking over her shoulder, and she adjusted her rear
end, took his cock in her fingers and aimed it.

Luke reached through the bars to grab her butt and he pressed
forward. His cock slid in! It was a tight, hot pussy, slick and
easy.

"I can just come?" he asked.

"Yeah!" said Carly. "It's what would make you feel good, right?
Just let go and spurt your stuff way up inside!"

"Oh, shit," mumbled Luke as he fucked in and out with a flurry of
strokes. Just as he was at the delicious edge of release, Carly
gave him a pussy squeeze. Release turned to ecstasy and he
ejaculated so hard it even hurt a little. Wow! Satisfied, he
pulled back and sat back on the floor, breathing hard.

"Did you like that?" asked Carly, turning around. "A good
orgasm?"

Luke nodded.

"Did you give me a big wad of sperm?"

He nodded again.

"Great!" Carly rose and scanned the other prisoners.

"Hey, Carly!" said the guy in the cell across the aisle. "You
gotta let me do it to you, right? I ask and you can't say no?"

"Wrong!" said Will. "Carly's not open for business now -- this is
all her choice."

"Aw, shee-it!" said the man.

Luke could see stiff cocks bulging inside some other prison
pants.

The guy in the cell next to Luke was lying on his cot, so Carly
passed him by to the next guy. He too was sorry for his crime,
Carly knelt, presented her butt, and he fucked her too. When he'd
been at it a couple minutes, Carly turned and said, "You gotta
finish up soon, OK?"

The guy nodded, pounded harder with greater intensity, and
seconds later he gasped. Everyone watching knew he was pumping
semen into little Carly's pussy.

"So glad I could help," she said with a smile as she went on. One
by one the prisoners all fucked Carly with enthusiasm and quickly
relieved themselves inside her. She paused after every couple to
wipe her leaking pussy on the underside of her pillow.

Two of the guys had passed on the first go-round, and Carly
looked in on them again but they both shook their heads.

Luke had a sudden thought. "What about Will, does Will get a
turn?"

The fellow across the way said, "I bet he gets his turn now --
probably a blow job."

Carly looked briefly at Will and smiled.

Will said, "Better not mention this, if you want a chance to do
it again. Carly might come back."

Carly nodded.

Heads nodded, and a "yeah", and "sure thing" could be heard.

Carly came up to Luke's cell and said, "Put you cheek like this,"
demonstrating what she had in mind. He did, and she gave him
three tender kisses, while her fingers briefly glided over the
bulge in the front of his pants.

She then turned to Will, who let her out.

Luke didn't know why she'd done that, but it sure felt nice.

He dreamed then of when he got out. Maybe he'd look her up. Maybe
he could be a regular guy with a woman like her, earn his living
at a real job...

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