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. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories here: /files/Authors/Sterling/www/ Sterling ============================================================ 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! --------------------------------------------------------- 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." --------------------------------------------------------- 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." --------------------------------------------------------- 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! --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. ============================================================ 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." --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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" --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. ============================================================ 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- "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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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? --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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." --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. ============================================================ 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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..." --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- "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. ============================================================ 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. [start block indent? xxxxx] "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!" --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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... ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.