Author: Sterling
Title: Take By Vagina: 40 Ejaculations Each Mid-Month
Summary: Humanity faces extinction from a mysterious and massive
fertility problem. The key to babies is a lot of men doing a
woman during her brief fertile period. Women have to get it from
40 different guys in the middle of the month. And the guys have
to save their seed for just that occasion.
Keywords: MF Mf mF ScFi preg spank 1st oral het cons coercion

First posted 7/28/2016.

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Take By Vagina: 40 Ejaculations Each Mid-Month

Everywhere in the world, the birthrate was down. Way, way down.
If current trends continued, one woman out of 60 could be
expected to bear a child in her lifetime. The population would
plummet dramatically and humanity would become extinct.

A few women got pregnant, but very few. One of the few things the
experts knew was that the few women who had lots of sex partners
got pregnant a lot more often than those who had just one or two.

Lots of women didn't want to bring children into a world with
such uncertainty, but 23-year-old Naomi had always wanted a baby.
She still wanted a baby. And she realized what she had to do to
get it. Where were there lots of young men, gathered in one
place? One was college dorms. That was a place she was familiar
with, having lived there not too long before.

She managed to slip into the locked dorm behind a man who was
going in. Might as well start with him.

"I wondered if you might help me."

"Uh, what's the problem?"

"No, no, I just hoped maybe you could help me arrange something."

"You selling something?"

"No!"

"Sorry, you're on your own."

"Part of what I'd like you to do is make love to me."

That got his attention. "OK, and what do I have to do in return?"

"Um, could you get other guys here to make love to me too?" She
wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, but she figured she was plenty
attractive.

"Oh, you're trying to get pregnant?" he said, grinning lewdly.

"Um, yes I am," she said.

"You want a gang bang?"

"No! I was thinking I could find a room somewhere, one man could
make love to me, and when he's done, he could go out and find the
next one. One at a time."

"Makes sense. Want to start now?"

"Well, I was thinking of making a plan first."

"The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step," he
said. "You've given me a stiffy just talking about it. Let me be
guy number one."

She felt disappointed in him, but... the idea was to get
pregnant. She didn't have time to screen everyone for shining
personal qualities. "OK," she said, and he led her to his room.

When the door was locked behind them, she hesitated. She didn't
want to kiss the guy or make out. After a momentary flush of
embarrassment, she stripped. He stripped too, and pulled the
covers off the bed so it was just a sheet and pillow. His cock
was pretty hard.

She lay back and spread her legs, and then remembered she'd
better warm up a bit. She rubbed herself lightly. Wow, was this
weird!

"That's hot," he murmured, as his cock got fully hard.

She stopped rubbing and spread her vaginal lips.

He lowered himself onto her and aimed his cock at her pussy hole.
She guided him in.

"They say it works best if you don't come too soon," she said.

"Yeah, I remember reading that. And body contact."

He thrust repeatedly to work himself in all the way, and then he
lay down on her, though not crushing her. And there she was, on
her back under a boy who was fucking her.

"Gotta say, you are a hot girl."

She smiled weakly. His opinions weren't particularly important.

"You get fucked a lot? I guess if you're doing this, you must,
eh?"

"It's my first time... I mean my first time of trying to get a
whole bunch of guys to do me."

"Well, I'm not going to hold off much more," he said.

"That's OK, go for it," she said.

"You're pretty. Nice boobs. Nice deep pussy."

She figured as a beggar she shouldn't complain. As long as he did
his job. He was getting more excited.

"Oh yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck. You're a cunt, cunt, cunt, oh yeah,
yes, yes, yes, yes YES!" He held himself in deep and she felt his
cock twitching.

Seconds later, he got up.

"Thanks," she said, as he got dressed. "Is this room a good
place?"

"For what?"

"Getting other guys to do me."

"Oh, right." He considered a moment. "No, you've gotta go."

"Oh. You going to help me find the other guys?"

He hesitated. "No. It sounded like a good idea before. But why
should I help other guys make you pregnant?" He gave a smug
smile.

She glowered. "Oh, you got what you wanted, so you just go back
on your word?" She got dressed briskly.

"Hey, I didn't promise. And as I recall, you're the one who asked
for my sperm."

Fair enough. But he was still an asshole.

She walked down the corridor. A big guy with an attitude walked
by her... Not a good candidate. There was an open door, and a
slight nerdy guy at his desk.

"Hi," she said. "I wondered if you could help me."

"Yeah?"

"I'm trying to get pregnant, and you know how it's hard to do?"

"Oh, right... So, you want me to, um, do it?" He squirmed in his
chair.

"Yeah, but first I need someone to help me get a whole bunch of
guys. I'd like to look them over and just pick ones I like, but
yeah, I need a bunch of guys. You can do me too, of course," she
said. "I'd like that very much. But I need help with the whole
thing."

"Oh, OK!" he said. He arranged a system where she looked through
the picture directory of students and picked the ones she liked,
given the ones who lived nearby. He vetoed a few guys he knew,
saying she wouldn't like them. A couple got nixed for being
devout religious types.

"So, that should work!" he said. He hesitated.

"Um, yeah, but if you'd start this off I'd appreciate it."

"Hmmm, sure, OK. This is kind of weird."

"I know. What's your name, by the way?"

"Steve."

"Naomi."

"I've only done it a couple times, actually. Never really knew
what I was doing."

"Oh, that's fine... it's pretty simple... Just try not to come
too soon."

He gasped when he first penetrated her. He didn't need any advice
on how to get it all the way in and fuck. A big empty smile came
onto his face. But after ten seconds he slowed down and paused,
then fucked in again, then paused again. "Uh, I don't think I can
hold off," he said.

"That's OK, then," she said with a smile. "Just go ahead and
come. Just make sure you're all the way in when you spurt."

"God, that's hot..." he said. Moments later he lunged deep and
moaned. He withdrew a few seconds later, saying, "Sorry,
sorry..."

"Hey, it's OK. I'll take it as a compliment that you think I'm
very sexy."

That broke the tension, and they began texting the various guys.
Some invited her to their room, but she wanted them to come to
the familiar space she was in.

The plan was on. Guys came and went.

A guy left and Steve came back in. "Wow, that didn't last long!"
he said.

"Uh, no," she said with a sigh. "From initial penetration to
ejaculation, I'd guess about 12 seconds. At least he pulled his
pants down instead of just sticking it out through his fly."

Steve laughed. "But I guess he did give you what you wanted."

"Yeah, he did," said Naomi, with a not entirely happy tone.

Steve said, "Hope you're not offended, but could I do it again? I
think I'd last longer."

"OK," she said. "You mind if I use a vibrator too? They say I
should try to come too."

"Oh, sure, no problem!" he said. "I've never seen a vibrator."

"Want to do me from the rear? That works well with a vibrator."

"Oh, you mean like dogs?" He laughed. "I thought girls didn't
like that."

"Depends."

He mounted and fucked her from the rear. She applied the
vibrator, trying to match her excitement roughly to his. After 5
minutes he was still fucking away with an even stroke.

"I think you've lasted long enough," she said.

"Yeah, I guess so. More won't increase the odds any." He started
thrusting with more intensity. Now she was the one who couldn't
hold off, and when orgasm was inevitable she held the vibrator
against her clit firmly so she'd have a good strong one. She
turned it off and put her head and chest down on the mattress,
leaving her ass up in the air. That was all he needed.

Steve fucked harder and harder and then groaned as he climaxed.
He pulled out, and she turned around and sat up. On to the next.
Steve left the room.

"I'm actually gay."

"Oh, hmmm. Sorry."

"No, it's OK. I can stand a pussy if it's trying to make a baby.
That's a hot idea. I'll just close my eyes and pretend." He
closed his eyes and penetrated her. "I'll pretend you're a big
hunk who's a switch. And as soon as I service you, you'll service
me. I'm looking forward to that a whole bunch. My, what a
magnificent asshole you've got. Really exquisite..." He pounded
in and out for a whole minute. "Oh, yeah, yeah, Nnnnnnnhhhhh!" He
opened his eyes. "Oh yeah, you're just a woman. Well, I gave you
the baby juice and I hope it catches. Vaginas are made well, I
have to say. I wish guys had asses that were as nice..."

"Well, OK...  Thanks for the contribution!" said Naomi.

A couple more and she'd had enough. When she left she'd taken 11
loads from 10 guys, since Steve had done her twice.

14 days later she sighed when she felt the cramps. Oh, well.

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The website had a nice look to it:

"Stud Farm -- Looking to get pregnant? We can help!

We are a group of young men with strong sex drives for all kinds
of women. Choose the ones you want from our catalog, and we will
all service you in line with your preferences. All of our studs
promise to abstain for at least 20 hours prior to your
appointment to give you a full dose of what you came for.
Erection, penetration and intra-vaginal ejaculation guaranteed!"

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Ralph waited outside in his robe, playing with himself lazily so
he'd stay mostly hard. The door opened, Vinny came out and shut
it behind him.

"She wants it missionary, get down on her and hug, and last 3
minutes. She's kind of grumpy."

"No problem," said Ralph, opening the door and going in.

She was a decent-looking woman, curly brown hair, a bit chubby
but definitely sexy. She lay on her back, ready for the taking,
but her arm was over her eyes.

Ralph ditched the robe and approached. "Ready?" he asked
respectfully.

"Yep, let's do it," she said, not moving her arm.

He climbed up on her, aimed his cock, and pressed in gently.

"Let me know if you want anything different," he said softly.

And then he let himself down on her and hugged her, as promised,
fucking away. His head was beside hers and he turned his face
away.

She was very slippery inside from the ejaculations of the
previous guys. He noted the time on the wall clock so he'd know
when 3 minutes was up. And he started a good-paced enthusiastic
fuck. This was a good job. Well, actually it was volunteer work,
but it was still good.

"Look at me," she said. He turned his head to look. "I'm going to
reach in between us to make myself come with my fingers.
Hopefully at the same time you do."

"Sure," he said. The fingers weren't really in the way. "Tell me
when you're almost ready."

She nodded.

It was all of two minutes later she said, "OK, go for it."

He fucked harder, no longer holding back. "Oh yeah," he said.
"Almost, almost.. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 1, Aaaahhhhhhh!"

The woman gasped and grabbed his butt cheeks to hold him inside.

A few seconds later she said, "I hate we have to do this. Do
you?"

"Uhhh, well..." That wasn't the most friendly post-copulatory
comment.

"Sorry, it's not personal. I'm glad you did it -- thank you."

"Oh, happy to help. I can't say I hate it, frankly. Except I hate
you to be unhappy."

She smiled. "That's honest of you. Fucking is just a lot of fun
for guys, I guess."

"I guess so. You came too, right?"

"Yes, I did. But it's not the same. Not the same at all."

He nodded, and after dressing left.

He supposed he could have just agreed with her -- the customer is
always right. But to say he hated it -- just not credible!

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The women who really wanted babies and were willing to break with
ancient tradition did their best to get inseminated by a lot of
men when they thought they were fertile. Organizations like the
Stud Farm sprung up to make it easy. The government offered a
huge financial reward for having a baby. Consultants were hired
to devise a variety of slick marketing campaigns to encourage
women to put out for dozens of men at the right time of month.
Contraception was heavily taxed.

The obvious solution of mixing the sperm from 100 men and
distributing it to different women did nothing. The presence of
the man himself seemed necessary.

All that, and the birthrate barely moved.

Time for the next phase.

The government required women to have regular medical exams to
track their periods. They were required to get a form signed by
20 men saying they had all had sex with her -- specifically, they
had ejaculated in her vagina -- on the date specified. The
penalty was a stiff fine.

But sympathetic men perjured themselves. Some women just paid the
fine. Others were too poor to pay. Others went into hiding. And
yet the birthrate remained low. Estimated lifetime fertility was
.025 children were woman. For every 40 women, there would be one
baby.

Radical change was needed, and the government was willing to do
it. They made a momentous decision. Martial law was declared. And
it was decreed that men had the right to rape women without legal
consequences. In fact, it was encouraged. Women were of course
horrified. Men's reaction was more mixed. Many men were simply
delighted that they could get a whole lot of pussy. Caring men
were deeply troubled that their wives and daughters and sisters
could be violated. Yet deep down many didn't really understand
what the huge deal was. Sex didn't hurt, it was natural, and
there WAS this huge fertility problem. Besides, they were going
to be able to mate with other guys' wives and daughters and
sisters.

Yet the situation soon spiraled out of control. There was a
foreseeable rampant spread of STIs. Clans retreated to fortified
enclaves to protect their womenfolk. Suicide among women shot up.
Polls showed a large majority of women and a large minority of
men were against it. So, what was so bad about going extinct?

Within six months, the order allowing rape was rescinded, to the
immense relief of women.

The regime's political strategists knew that free rape was not a
workable plan, and had planned to cancel it. They knew the rape
free-for-all would be awful. They also knew that rescinding it
would dull protests against the highly intrusive regulations that
followed. They would seem more acceptable in contrast.

It was time for a much more organized approach.

All women and girls who had started puberty were fitted with a
biometric collar. It tracked their cycles and advertised with a
clearly visible green light when they were fertile, based on
hormone levels. Men were fitted with collars that reliably
detected orgasm. Both were fitted with highly accurate GPS. The
collars had chips, and to get credit the man and woman had to
actually touch collars -- they had to get over whatever
repugnance there was to being at least that close. The
requirement was then simple -- women must demonstrate that 10
ejaculations had occurred at the same place they were during
their fertile period. That number would be raised over time.

After extensive preparation, the entire population was
administered antibiotics and retrovirals at once, virtually
eliminating STIs. HIV and other infections that could not be
eliminated were instead treated with a virtual scarlet letter. A
clearly visible red light warned others away from sex.
Ejaculation by a red-light male in the vicinity of any other
person was a felony -- unless the other person also had a red
light.

The requirement to take 10 ejaculations during a fertile period
was simple in theory, but in practice wasn't so easy. Women
weren't used to asking ten guys to fuck them at a moment's notice
-- they didn't know for sure when the green light would go on.
What's more, it was naturally the more desirable guys who got
asked, and they would get overloaded with offers. Some of them
didn't feel like doing it every day.

The very least the government could do for the women was to
provide the men who would show up to give them a sperm injection.

Men were told where to go and when. They should be prepared to do
their duty once a day.

Showing up was under a man's control, but even the government
recognized that coming in a woman's pussy wasn't always.

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"Hi," said Tom.

"Hello," said Mehitabel.

"Guess we got to get this over with. Sorry..."

"Hey, that's OK. I really do want a baby."

"OK, that's always nice. You need to warm up?"

"No, thanks. Other men have been there recently, and lubed things
up." Mehitabel took off her robe and lay back, legs spread wide.

Tom undressed.

"Nice cock. You want help?"

"That's OK. Let me just get a look at you here. Sorry I'm
regarding you as a sex object."

"You're funny. Just don't tell me I'm pretty. I hate that. I'm
not."

"Well -- maybe, maybe not. But you're sexy." He moved up into
mounting position, and pressed a button on his collar. A timer
started counting down from 4 minutes.

"Well, your cock seems to think so, and they say cocks don't
lie."

He slid it in. "You want to do it by the book?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind."

"Not at all." He shoved back and forth a couple times until his
cock was in all the way, then reached out to interlock fingers
with her and let himself down on her chest. "Four minutes of
fucking. It's so romantic."

"Yeah, well, I try to put the best spin on it I can, since we
don't have any choice. My body recognizes a man as the right kind
of person. It really does feel nice going in and out. Sometimes I
come just from this, and I'm not ashamed of that any more."

"Hey, no, that would be great. Let me know how to do it
different... but not yet. I got to hold off for my four minutes."

"Let me get my pheromones," she said, and lifted her head up and
to the side and smelled his armpit. "Good and ripe, just like
regulations."

"Yeah, you too," he said. They weren't supposed to bathe very
often. Science had showed it helped.

The minutes went by. Tom's collar beeped. "OK, how you want it?"

"Move up a little, and really long strokes -- and pause when
you're in all the way. Sorry -- am I bossy? You can do whatever
you want."

"No problem. That's a hot way to do it. How's that?"

"Oooo, great."

"And how long do you think it will take? Figured I'd better ask
now."

"Yeah, very nice of you. Just a couple minutes, if it's going to
work. If I can tell it's going to happen I'll tell you to go for
it, then you just do anything you want and come."

"Sounds good."

"Mmmm.... oh, yeah.... Just like that... ooooo, mmmm, mmmmm,
nice, nice... OK, go for it!"

He began a really fast motion, with deep and long strokes.

"Oh, oh, aaaaaahhhhhhh!" said Mehitabel.

"Oooohhhhhhh!" said Tom, seconds later. He held himself in tight
and deep.

"Nice," she said.

"One one-thousand, two one-thousand..." Regulations were to stay
deep for 15 seconds after the last ejaculatory dribble before
pulling out.

"Yeah, worked well, I guess. Hope you get your baby."

"Yeah, I hope you're the daddy."

He gave a wan smile as he got dressed.

"Bye."

"Bye."

Outside Tom checked his watch. Twenty minutes total. Not bad.
Time to get back to work.

Some of the women were hot, some were OK, and some like this one
were barely OK. But guys are built to fuck just about anything
adult and female and ejaculate in her vagina. And it felt good.
Very satisfying, actually.

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"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Akmajian."

"Yes, detective. Happy to help. I try, I really do... but I can't
get it up with a woman!"

"Yes, we understand. We can tell from your records that you
haven't ejaculated near a woman since you were registered. And we
appreciate the initiative you took to inform us of this fact. Yet
you have ejaculated roughly twice a week."

"Yeah, well by myself it's different."

"That's understandable. We will start you with the standard
treatment. We will give you Viagra. We will match you with some
women who are attractive and have been trained specially to help
men feel at ease. You can even choose your sex therapist from a
catalog to find one who meets your own taste physically."

"OK, thanks," he said, but he had his doubts.

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

It was a slick video:

"Hi, I'm Jackie and I'm 15."

"And I'm Kate and I'm 14."

"A lot of girls are nervous about the time when they start having
to have sex with men. So we're making this video to tell you what
it's like."

"We figure you already know about puberty. You know, pubic hair,
breasts, underarm hair, periods, all that stuff."

"So, the first thing is that you'll start having regular visits
with a gynecologist --"

"That's a doctor for women's reproductive systems."

"Basically a doctor who deals with the stuff between your legs."
They both laughed.

"They can tell from your collar how your body is developing, but
they also see you in person."

"So the first thing to know is that you get at least two months
notice. The gynecologist tells you that after two months go by,
you'll be ready to go the next time you're fertile."

"The first piece of advice: Learn how to have an orgasm! There's
lots of stuff written about that. Vibrators of all kinds are free
for the taking. You'll probably get the hang of it."

"And here's a secret..." She whispered, "It feels good!"

Both girls laughed. "Oh, boy does it feel good!  But it's also
nice for you beyond just feeling good, and should help you feel
more at home about this whole business."

"Next piece of advice: Have sex!"

"Have sex many times before you have to."

"You can start having sex any time you want, and some of you
already are. That's great!"

"But now you've really got to do it. Your first time should be
with someone you like and trust. If it's too embarrassing to ask
in person, get someone else to ask for you. Preferably give them
a list of 4 or 5 guys so you're not hanging on one answer. You
want to have sex with several different guys before you have to."

"There's lots of videos on how to get ready for sex and how to do
it. Like making sure your vagina is stretchy and the hymen or
cherry or whatever you call it is gone. That's if you don't want
to be worrying about pain."

"It's fine to get a boy your age or younger. Their dicks often
aren't full grown yet, and so that makes it easier when you're
just starting out."

"You should see pretty soon that your body is made for this. It's
made to take a cock in there without it hurting. It should even
feel kind of nice. Maybe really nice. A few girls have orgasms
just from the penis going in and out. It works for others if they
touch themselves with their fingers. And it works for just about
everyone with a vibrator."

"But here's the thing that's a little harder. Lots of girls want
to do it with one guy. They want to do it with a boyfriend, or a
guy that's particularly hot. They don't want to do it with a lot
of different guys. They can start feeling kind of emotional about
it. Upset."

"We both went through it. It's natural, but it's also something
you can overcome. You know the country -- the world actually --
is really in deep shit with babies, right? Like so few babies are
being born that we'll all just die out in 100 years or something
if we can't get the baby count way up?"

"And lots of guys is the way to do it. There's usually some guy
out there who can make you pregnant, but it's got to be exactly
the right guy, and no one has any way to know in advance. So to
have a chance of having a baby, you've got to have lots of guys
do it to you."

"And make sure when you're practicing that you've got some adult
guys with full-size cocks."

"And yeah, every one of them is going to ejaculate in your
vagina. It's natural. You won't feel it -- you'll just know
because they get tense and excited, and then they relax."

"So, finally, your two months is up, your green light comes on,
and you've got to do it. They start you out slow. Like all you
need is 3 guys the first time. And then 5 the next, 7 the next,
and so on, until you get up to 20."

"The other thing is for the first year you get to choose. If you
can line up enough men from among the ones you like and they all
do you, then you don't need to put up with any strangers."

"But it's good to try a few strangers before you absolutely have
to."

"Guys vary a lot. Lots of them are sympathetic and think it sucks
that you have to let so many guys fuck you, so that's nice to
know they're supportive. Sometimes they and others will be real
excited about your body, really delighted to be able to do it to
you. Obviously that happens more with some girls than others. And
some girls like that. They like it when they know the guy really
desires them."

"Other guys are much more ho-hum about it. Some don't want to be
doing it at all. And if you don't either, you've got something in
common. But guys are wired to be able to come in just about any
pussy, so usually they will, even if they don't seem happy."

"Some guys won't be able to get it up, or they'll get it in you
and then they'll shrink again before they ejaculate. Others will
just go on and on and on and won't be able to give you their
ejaculation. Fact number one: This is not your fault!"

"Right. It is not your fault! But sometimes you can help them
out. You can let them know you want them to do it to you. You can
stroke their cock. Tell them it's sexy. Even lick it if you want.
Usually they're grateful you're willing to help. Sometimes it
will do the trick, and sometimes it won't. But it's worth a try."

"It's to your advantage. If a guy doesn't manage to ejaculate
inside you, it doesn't count for your total, right? So if you've
gone as far as getting naked with him and offering him your
pussy, you want to finish it off and get the sperm out of him."

"The more you can get into the spirit of this whole thing the
better. You DO want to have a baby, right? Babies are so cool!
And you'll be a real hero if you have a baby, and you'll have
lots of money, and everyone will wait on you. And in any case,
you've got to do it, so try to enjoy what you've got to do. Your
body is meant to take it and it should feel kind of good."

"And keep in mind that the government is just giving you a
minimum. You can have sex with more guys if you want. The more
guys who give you sperm, the better your chance of having a baby!
If you're like most girls, your green light will stay on for at
least a day and a half. You can get 100 doses of sperm if you
want -- some guys can do it really quick. There's a site where
people can keep track of the records."

"Now, a more serious subject here. Some girls just can't get with
the program. They fight the system. And here's the advice: don't.
Don't. They know every trick, and it always ends up worse for
you. If you struggle, they'll simply tie you up, so you're all
spread out but can't move your arms and legs, and that's
humiliating."

"And in a lot of other cases, like if you have a genuine
psychological problem, they'll just put you out with a drug and
then 25 guys will do it to you anyway while you're conked out."

"See, the story is that the world really, really needs babies. We
girls are the key. It doesn't hurt and usually it feels good.
It's what your body is meant to do. Some girls love it, and do
your best to become one of them. And God bless the United States
of America!"

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

The pregnancy rate went up -- but not enough.

They sequenced the DNA of every person of reproductive age. They
recorded every mating. They set the supercomputers to work,
crunching and crunching.

They quickly determined that effective matings were always
between an individual with XX chromosomes and one with XY. More
informative observations from genetics were elusive.

A woman's light initially went on for around a day and a half,
but the computer analysis revealed that the men who became
daddies far more often had delivered their load in the middle 16
hours, so the green light time was reduced accordingly. A
limiting factor is how many men a woman can take during the 16
hours of her peak fertility. Sleep is not important -- it's easy
enough to catch up from an all-nighter.

They found that doing it from the rear is nearly as effective as
the missionary-giving-weight-and-interlocking fingers, and less
sensitive to duration. Even if a guy only lasts a few seconds
from the rear it's nearly as effective. So women could pack in
more ejaculations per hour.

Another surprising finding was that a woman getting spanked was
actually associated with getting pregnant. This posed a problem,
since lots of men don't want to hurt anyone. The spank had to be
pretty hard, but obviously they couldn't give free rein to
brutalizing women either.

The solution was a simple spring-loaded spanking device. When
collapsed it looked like a ping pong paddle. But the center part
could be pulled back around a hinge on the handle. All a guy had
to do was pull the center back until it clicked, place the ring
against a woman's rear end, and pull the trigger. It delivered
one spank of uniform intensity, usually painful but not damaging.

To reduce any incentive to tamper with the thing to reduce the
intensity, spankers belonged to men, not women.

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

Zach had started puberty. Girls looked very interesting. He had
some pubic hair. When he jerked off, fluid came out. But it would
still be a couple years before he would produce good sperm. When
that happened, the government would tell him which fertile women
to have sex with.

The mom of one of his classmates had contacted him to ask if he'd
have sex with her. He'd looked at the pictures -- she was hot! So
he'd said yes.

Going to meet her, he was a little nervous, but mostly excited.

"Hi, Zach," she said when she answered the door. They sat in the
living room.

After a few minutes of awkward conversation, she said, "Hey, you
want to go to the bedroom?"

"Um, OK, if you want," he said.

"You done this much?" she asked.

"Um, no, never," he said. He couldn't lie, but he still felt
ashamed.

"Oh, a virgin!" she said.

"Yeah, sorry, I dunno..."

"No, that's just fine!" she said. "I'm honored," she continued
softly. "If you don't have any special ideas how you want it,
I've got an idea."

"Uh, no, whatever you think."

She pulled the covers off the bed so there was nothing but
mattress and pillow, then stripped naked and sat on the bed.

He took all his clothes off except his underpants. His cock was
stiff inside, and all his life the message had been that his
privates were private, especially when he had an erection.

She said, "Oooo, I want to see what's in there," as she pulled
them down. "Oohhhh, that's perfect," she said, stroking it once,
gently.

Then she lay back, legs spread wide, and held her pussy lips
open.

"What I've love more than anything is if you come up on me and
stick that wonderful cock right here in my pussy."

Zach was so excited. He was going to do it!

"And just do what feels good. You'll probably come quickly --
just let it happen."

Zach noted the woman with sizable breasts, a waist, wide hips,
thighs... and his goal, right there in the middle. He poked his
cock at the opening and it went in. Amazing feelings went through
him. The pleasure was overwhelming. He thrust it in and out ten
times before his orgasm seized him. It never felt that good when
he was by himself! He could feel his twitching cock as it
delivered a little clear fluid.

"That was so nice!" she said. "I bet you liked that!"

He nodded. But what happened next?

Seeming to understand his discomfort, she said, "You can go any
time. But if you want to lie here a few minutes -- well, if you
think you might want to do it again... I'd love to play with your
wonderful cock..."

He liked that idea. And as the woman idly played with his cock,
it grew again. She really appreciated him! So he felt bold
saying, "I want to fuck you again." And he didn't apologize.

She smiled and lay back. "I'd love it if you fucked me again...
Go for it."

And there he was back on top of her again, cock deep in her
pussy. It felt fantastic but he didn't start coming right away.
He got to enjoy the in and out motion. He enjoyed the idea of him
on top of this woman, fucking her pussy. He was in charge, kind
of.

He fucked in and out hard for several minutes, feeling his
pleasure build. Once more he came, and it felt even better. The
first time he almost hadn't had time to feel the pleasure before
he was spurting. This time he did.

After he'd rested a minute, she said, "You want to explore my
body... if you've never been with a woman before?"

"Sure," he said casually. He touched her breasts, squeezed them
and caressed them, and then sucked. At first he sucked pretty
gently, and she told him to use more force. He got a close look
at her pussy, but decided he didn't feel like licking. She showed
him where the various parts were.

He gave her permission to lick his cock, and it came back to
life. "Want to do it from the rear?" she asked.

"OK," he said, feigning indifference.

"If you don't mind, I'll just fiddle a bit with my fingers while
you're doing it. Maybe I'll have an orgasm."

"No problem," he said. On his knees, presented with a womanly
ass, he knew just what to do. He spread her lips and drove his
cock in. He barely felt her fingers down just below where his
shaft was shoving in and out.

"You like doing it to me?"

"Yeah," he said.

"You want to tell me how much you like it? Use some naughty
words?"

"Sure. I love fucking you. I like it a whole lot." He pounded in
and out. "I love stuffing it up your snatch."

"Are you going to come inside me?"

"Yes! I'm going to ejaculate in you. You've got a hot ass, and
I'm happy to have a piece of it."

"What's the dirtiest word you know for a pussy," she asked
softly.

Was she really looking for the C-word? Well, if there was a
dirtier one she surely couldn't object to that one... "Cunt. I'm
fucking your cunt. You got a hot, sloppy cunt, and I'm going to
fuck it hard."

She whimpered. "Oh, come, come in my cunt... I want it so much."

Zach had already delivered two loads within the hour, but he was
young and she was hot. "Oh, take that, you... you... you...
CUNT!" he said, cock twitching.

"Ooooohhhhh!" said the woman, gasping.

He pulled out and sat back.

She turned and sat too. "It's nice with you. Here we are, outside
the tyranny of reproduction. And we can do what we want. I don't
like to go 28 days between sex -- getting a whole bunch at once
doesn't make up for the rest."

He nodded. He had a few years before he would enter the tyranny
of reproduction himself, whereby the government would requisition
his very load and demand its release deep in the pussy of a
fertile woman, at least once a day.

Meanwhile, there were the girls his age. The ones who didn't have
to do it yet, but were getting ready. The ones who just liked it.
And even after they started taking it during their fertile phase,
some of the girls just liked to do it more playfully with someone
they liked. And he was a favorite with the girls, especially once
he got his confidence.

Life was good.

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

Roger read the notice.

"Dear Mr. Akmajian,

You have a long record of not ejaculating inside of fertile
women. We can find no organic or psychological reason you are
unable to. While we recognize that it may be beyond your
abilities, we have adopted a new policy. You will be assigned a
less desirable job, such as slaughtering pigs or cleaning sewers.
These jobs have to be done, of course. It is honorable work. And
we must give men an incentive to do their sexual duties if they
are able."

Holy shit! That put a new light on things. Maybe he could find a
way... It would be embarrassing, but some of the girls probably
would call him lots of awful names and pee on him. That's what
would get him off in a vagina. His face grew red with shame as he
imagined himself telling a counselor or asking a girl -- but the
picture of pig guts was even more alarming.

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

Dan sighed. New regulations. Twice a day! Older guys got a break,
but for a 25-year-old, twice a day. And it had to be with the
women they assigned him on the schedule. Most were OK. It felt
good. But that was a lot of fucking, day in and day out.

He read about ways to get variances. One was to do women who were
really fat. If he could pull that off, he could take his reward
in various ways. Let's see... He could reduce his obligation to
once every other day, and spend up to two ejaculations in between
in any way he wanted if he so chose. He could earn a bit of
money. Or... he could get his pick of some really hot girls for
his other one. He looked through the catalog -- wow, that was the
thing! Could he do a fatso? He thought he probably could. And
then... whoa, that Sarah was amazing!

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

"Hey, Keith, we got a problem?"

"Uh, what's that?" he said to his speakerphone.

"Remember the girl who said she was sick of doing it? Who
suggested she give you a blow job and write it up like you did
her vaginally?"

"Um, no, I don't think I remember that."

"Well, she was a government agent. You're guilty of making a
false report."

"Oh, shit... But she really didn't want to do it. Was I supposed
to rape her?"

"No, just record that your partner refused. That's all you need
to do."

"Yeah, OK."

"Five hundred dollar fine."

"Shit!"

"That's for a first offense. Don't do it again."

"Yeah, I've learned my lesson..."

He hung up and fumed. God-damned police state.

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

The guy got up and left without a word. Stacy sighed and then
remembered.

Now they had to fill in a survey after each fuck. On her mobile
device... Did partner smell freshly washed... not at all. Was
partner abusive... not at all. Was partner polite or
appreciative... not at all. Did partner damage you physically in
any way? ... not at all. What position did you use? ...
missionary. As best you could tell, how deep was partner inside
of you when he ejaculated? ... most of the way. She'd felt some
really deep penetrations, but not at the end there. How long did
partner stay inserted after ejaculation... 15-30 seconds. How did
the length of the encounter compare to the goal? ... 7 minutes
longer. That was a drag. She'd set a goal of 10 minutes total.
With the delay, she'd fall behind in the schedule. She'd like to
make up the time, but she had to fill out this damned thing, and
needed a drink of water.

The guy who came in next was pretty young. She had arranged
herself in a sexy pose, she thought, and now she brought her
dress up bit by bit above her knees towards her pussy.

It had the desired effect on the guy's cock. She looked at it --
not a monster, at least.

"Hey, stud guy, would you consider doing me a favor?" she asked
in a silky voice.

"Depends," he said.

"Do me from the rear, doggy style, in like 4 minutes? Here's what
you'd get." She turned around into doggy position and wiggled her
rear end back and forth slowly.

He shrugged. "Works for me." He got up behind her on the bed on
his knees, aimed, and shoved. "One thing though."

"What?"

"I get to call you nasty names."

Stacy sighed. "OK." Oh, darn, she hadn't had an orgasm lately.
She surreptitiously moved her fingers up to press her clit.

"Hey, bitch, no finger stuff!"

"Sorry," she said as the guy got his depth. When he was in all
the way, he didn't bottom out. Phew.

He grappled her hips and fucked hard. "Bitch... Dirty cunt...
Slimy... Cum dump.... I oughtta just piss in you... Nasty
pussy... Gotta fuck you... fuck... fuck... Piece of ass... You
just a whore... Fat ass, slimy cunt... Gotta cream your pussy...
Feels nice, bitch. Give me a squeeze, that's the least you can
do... Got no brain but you can squeeze your pussy, right..."

Stacy tried to squeeze... There, that was it.

"Oh, yeah, oh yeah, you cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt, oh FUCK!" he
bellowed, holding himself deep.

He slid out and started to get dressed. "Ha, 2 minutes, how was
that?"

"Very punctual, thank you," she said. She was fuming. But mostly
she was mad at herself. There was no reason to feel bad about the
names he'd used -- he'd even asked permission. And it didn't
matter. Forty cocks and who cared what the guys called her?

"Oh, sorry about the language," he said. "I just find it hot. You
women are OK by me. Too bad you have to get fucked so much," he
said with a little laugh, and closed the door behind him.

That was better. Let's see... Position? rear, elevated. Relative
to expectations: 2 minutes under. Depth of penetration at
ejaculation... complete...  Was partner abusive? She hesitated
and chose "not at all".

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The military supply ship was scheduled to be at sea for 10 days.
The regular crew was 50, but they reduced it to 45 and added six
women to do some of the work. They were also calibrated to
probably become fertile one after another. Ten days' worth of
sperm production from 45 men must not go to waste!

"Well," said one old salt, addressing a couple of the women --
barely more than girls, really, "we sailors used to get blue
balls at sea, and we'd go seek out the whores when we got to
port, but I guess we solved that problem."

"Which one of you is due to go green first?" asked another.

"I don't know," said one of the girls, sulking. "What difference
does it make?"

Leland found himself drawn to one of the girls who didn't say
much. She wasn't especially pretty, but there was something about
her. "Hi," he said. "How are you doing?"

"Fine," said the girl, looking up briefly.

"What's your name?"

"Cathy."

Leland paused. "I was just thinking this must be pretty weird --
you get stuck on a ship for ten days."

"Yeah, and then when we get there they figure it out so they put
us on a boat back when they expect we'll be fertile again."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I don't know what it's like what you girls have
to go through -- I mean, I guess I know what an individual
meeting is like, but to have so many in a row."

She looked at him intently. "You really want to know?"

"Yeah, I do."

"It depends a lot on the guy." She opened up and talked. He
listened for half an hour.

He said, "Look, if you want to come to my cabin when I'm off
duty, we could just hang out. Even share a bunk if you'd like.
That is, when you're not green."

"You hoping for an extra fuck?" she said, eyes flashing.

"No, no... I probably couldn't anyway -- got to save it for the
girls in green. I dunno... I like company too."

Her gaze softened and she gave him a puzzled look.

Cathy knocked on Leland's door late at night, and he let her in,
smiling.

"Guess the worse that could happen is I'll get raped -- and,
well, why should I care?"

They snuggled in bed and talked, then slept.

The third night, she started wiggling and pressing against him.

"I can't do anything," he said. "Or they'll fine me."

She went limp.

"But... I could try licking you. I've never done that, though."

She looked at him with interest. "I've never had it, either."

They figured it out. She liked it a lot. After half an hour she
finally came, a big, gasping orgasm that made her smile.

"Oh, but you... you don't get any," she said sadly.

"It's OK," he said, though his cock remained stiff. "I get it at
least once a day as it is."

Just then the green light in her collar went on.

They grinned, she spread herself out for the taking, and he
mounted and penetrated. Lying on her, kissing, fingers
interlocked. He went on and on. After fifteen minutes she came
again, and ten seconds later he came too. Giving her her first
dose of sperm for this cycle.

"So, now, do you spank me?" she asked, groaning.

"Since we weren't scheduled, I don't think it's required. And I'd
really rather not."

"It's OK," she said, with an ambivalent smile. "Got to get
pregnant. And if it's from you..."

"OK," he said, readying the device. "Three, sorry, two, sorry,
one, sorry." They both heard the slap. She felt it. "Sorry," he
said once more.

"Hey, can I spank you?"

"Uhhh, I guess that's only fair." He had tried it on himself a
few times in private.

"Three, two, one." They both heard the slap. He felt it and
winced.

"Hey, you know, I think that felt worse to hurt you than to get
hurt."

"Aw, that's nice. Yeah, I don't like hurting girls. Unless
they've been rude," he laughed.

She paused. "Well, maybe I wouldn't mind so much if I didn't like
you."

They looked at each other tenderly and kissed. But it was less
than fifteen minutes after his ejaculation that she said, "Got to
get back to my cabin. The fun begins. But -- I've really liked
this. Every time a guy shoves it in I'm going to dream it's you."

"That's nice," he said. "The me in your dreams will have the best
stamina in the history of the world."

They kissed goodbye. And as soon as her green light went off and
she was relieved of her duty as a cum dump, they slept together
again. They gave each other oral. He penetrated her and thrust.
Sometimes she came, but he never did. He had to save his sperm.

But then, two days out of port, they figured that all the girls
had gone green. Then they fucked several times a day, and each
time he ended by ejaculating way up her pussy -- totally
pointless, except it felt good and right. They did it missionary,
from the rear, standing up, with her on her side, reverse
cowgirl, cowgirl -- which she liked a lot. Once she wanted to
experience what it was like when a guy came in her mouth. She
found out. It was not a high point of her life. They didn't use
the spanker once.

They kept in touch for a while after the trip, but after a while
the messages stopped. They lived in different places and he was
at sea a lot. He had to fuck girls once or twice a day. She took
all her cum in one intense period. All in all it wasn't conducive
to romance.

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

Mandy sighed as another satisfied man let his cock slither out of
her.

"Hey, I gotta spank you."

"All right," groaned Mandy. She turned on to her stomach. She
heard the click as the paddle locked into position. She felt the
ring against her left ass cheek.

"This one?" said the man.

"That's fine," she said.

"Maybe this one would be better."

"Whatever," she said. She got tired of these games.

He shifted the ring to the other cheek and she steeled herself.

It seemed a long time before she felt the hard slap. It stung.

"OK, you gorgeous girl," said the guy. "Sorry to have to hurt
you." He didn't sound sorry at all.

Mandy used a cloth to wipe up some of the sperm leaking out of
her as he left.

The next guy came in.

"Oh, baby," he growled. "I've been looking at your picture and
looking forward to this for days!"

So he was one of the extras. At least that meant he didn't get to
spank her.

"Oh, put yourself out for the taking," he said.

She lay back in the receptive missionary position.

"Ooo, that's so cool, you hot babe!" he said. "But I want to do
it doggy style."

That was a relief, Mandy thought privately. She was sick of
looking at lust-crazed male faces.

On her hands and knees, she felt the cock poke around the lips of
her pussy a couple times before he found the center. Then it
surged in.

"Oh, yeah," he grumbled. "I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll have
to have a baby! Oh, yeah... Unnh, unnh".

It was a long, wide cock, and it bumped her pussy at the deep
end, just a little. There was a little physical thrill to that.
It was a perfect example of an insistent male fuck from an ample
and amply stiff set of junk. She dimly remembered a time when it
was thrilling to feel so desired. Now she was desired all the
time. His excitement rose consistently and after about two
minutes of fucking he held himself deep and she felt the
twitching that heralded another load of spunk forced onto her
cervix.

"Good girl!" he said. "Now you be a really good girl and get
pregnant, you hear?"

She smiled weakly. She'd heard lines like that a million times.

He was out the door in seven minutes.

Another guy came in, an average middle-aged guy, his robe
slipping away to reveal a stiff organ. She noted with a minor
twinge of fear the paddle shape in the pocket as it fell to the
floor.

He wanted to do it missionary, and she was OK with that. It did
require less muscular exertion than being a doggy. He locked
fingers with her and gazed into her eyes, undoubtedly enjoying
her great beauty. After a while she closed her eyes and with a
little smile did her best to look pretty for him while not having
to see his lust.

After several minutes of fucking, he changed positions, brought
his hands around behind her ass cheeks and let his weight down on
her. That was OK for a little while, and he went right for it. In
about 30 seconds he gasped and moaned as he came in her pussy.

He got up and put his robe on. She steeled herself for the spank,
but he left without delivering it. Maybe he was an extra too? In
any case, one advantage of taking extras was that you didn't have
to fill out the damned electronic evaluations for anyone, even
the regulars.

At 3pm, a cock deep in her pussy spewed its load. When the guy
pulled out, her collar beeped and the green light went off. She
was off duty! They had it hooked up so the beep didn't sound in
the middle of a fuck.

"Hey, your shift's over," said the guy. "Hope it wasn't too bad.
Hope you get pregnant."

As the last guy, he did have a different status from the dozens
before.

"Not too bad, no. And thanks. I'd like to get pregnant too."

"So you can stop going through this?"

"Well, I wouldn't mind a break." Pregnant women got to have sex
with whoever they wanted. Hot guys were even allowed to waste a
load in a pregnant woman now and then. "But I'd like a baby too."
She really would.

She checked after her shower. She'd done 63 guys in her 16 hours.
Lots were extras, and they did it quick. She was young and pretty
and hot and she was a reward. She didn't mind especially. 40
cocks or 60 cocks, it didn't make much difference. And she'd have
a higher chance of getting pregnant.

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

Jonathan sat down, nervous. Getting called in to see a sex
counselor usually meant bad news.

"We've got a special assignment for you, if you're willing," said
the counselor, tapping his fingers on the desk.

"This girl..." He produced a hard-copy photo.

She wasn't a beauty, but not horrible by any means. A little
chubby.

"What you do is take her out to dinner... we'll pay... then go
back with her to her place... Do it to her when she asks, and
spend the night with her. Be nice to her. No spanker."

"Uh, OK," he said. "Do I get anything in return?"

"A full week to fuck any fertile girl you want, as often or as
little as you'd like. Some popular suggestions..." He showed
Jonathan a catalog... one bombshell after another.

Jonathan's eyes bugged out. He'd heard of this, but never thought
he'd qualify!

He met Karen at the restaurant. She'd obviously tried to make
herself look nice, and it helped. The green light shone on her
collar.

"Not sure what's going on," he said. "But pleased to meet you.
You look pretty young."

"I am pretty young," she said, smiling, but didn't answer the
obvious question.

She was more educated than him, that became clear. But she didn't
get stuck up about it. She asked him about stuff at his level --
sports, his job at the factory, his family.

When they went back to her place, they went past a doorman who
greeted her by name. It was a more luxurious apartment than he'd
ever seen.

"You must be pretty rich," he said.

"Yeah," she said with a sigh. "I'm lucky."

She seemed kind of nervous in bed, like this was more than just
sex.

He penetrated and started fucking, and she looked at him
intently. It made him a little uncomfortable.

Fingers interlocked, lying on her... She put her arms behind his
back.

The 4-minute alarm went off, and he went into high gear. The
insides of girls vary a lot less than the outsides. She was hot
and wet and slick. He groaned with orgasm and held himself deep
as he fired, waited ten seconds after the last pulse, then
withdrew.

"Now I'm supposed to come," she said, rummaging in a bedside
table drawer and coming up with a vibrator.

"Right," he said. It was like she hadn't done this a million
times before.

Trying to be friendly, he snuggled up against her side and
breathed into her ear.

In two minutes she rose to orgasm, sighing and gasping.

"Good girl," he said gently.

She turned and looked at him.

After a few minutes she said, "OK, you can leave now."

"They told me I was supposed to spend the night."

"Yeah, but I don't want that. Thanks for your help." She sighed.

Jonathan shrugged, dressed quietly and left.

He took a day off and began fucking the hottest girls in the
catalog, one a day. That Mandy... wow!

At the end of the week he figured he was back to whoever the
computer told him to do. But instead he got a message from the
counselor with the picture of another girl, offering the same
deal. Dinner, back to her place, spend the night if she wanted.
She would have had to be pretty hideous for him to pass up the
deal, and her pictures showed she wasn't. She had him spend the
night, and it was kind of nice.

The third girl was something of a challenge. She was pretty
heavy, and her face, well... She was charming enough in person,
though. The sex went fine. He hoped she didn't notice that he had
his eyes closed tight the whole time they were doing it.

In the morning he said, "I don't get this. It's really nice the
deal they give me -- something like an old-fashioned date, and
then spend the night. Then I get my choice of hot babes for a
week. But why me?"

"I'm not supposed to tell, but I will. I'm the daughter of a big
muckety-muck. We don't have to follow the rules. The collar won't
turn green unless I want it to." She felt around the collar and
the light went off. Wow! "You're supposed to be special. Like
really good at starting babies, I guess."

"Wow, thanks for telling me."

"But don't tell anyone!"

"What if I did?"

"Well, daddy-doo would get mad at me." She laughed. "But not much
else, I guess. It helps that I'm his only child."

"OK."

"And thanks for being so nice taking my virginity."

A virgin! Unbelievable!

Now they asked him to choose hot girls in advance, before they
turned green, with the understanding he'd let some sperm build up
and do her when she did. And the girls told him he must be pretty
special, because he was the only one they were allowed to have
sex with during that particular green phase.

Interleaved with these girls were a bunch of mothers. Sometimes
he heard the babies crying in the other end of the house.

One woman was named Mehitabel. "Here I go and actually have a
baby, and are they thankful? Yes, they treat me well. And it's
nice to have a baby. But then here they are, trying to breed me
again 3 months later. At least it's just one guy, not 50 of
them." She sighed. "But let's get on with it, stud man."

Jonathan smiled, fucked, ejaculated in just the right spot, and
left.

His counselor called him in to his office again.

"Jonathan, how's it going?"

"Oh, good, good."

"Do you know what's going on with you?"

"I've started figuring out I must be pretty good at making
babies. Or why else would all the women just get me instead of 40
guys at once?"

The counselor smiled. "Yes, you are right."

"And the daughters of the muckety-mucks get to have babies
without getting fucked by 40 guys a month for who knows how
long."

The counselor's eyes twinkled but he didn't react to that. "And
the mothers?"

He shrugged. He hadn't figured that one out.

"They had whatever it takes to be mothers, and most women don't.
We don't know what it is, but we're hoping that by putting it
together with what you've got, we'll get girls who will be better
at being mothers -- and maybe boys who are like you."

He really was a stud in a breeding program.

"So, you can see you really are a hero. Would you like to be more
of a hero?"

"How?"

"Every time you ejaculate in the vagina of a fertile woman, the
chances are pretty good you're fathering a child. The more of it
you do, the more kids you have and the bigger a hero you are. How
many times a day do you think you could do it? If everything was
just perfect?"

He sighed. "I dunno how many I could, but one is about what I
like best."

"Two is what we expect of any citizen. When you get away with
one, you're already getting a privilege."

"Yeah, I know," he said. "But you asked."

"Would you do more, to help the world?"

"I dunno. I'm not much of a hero type."

The counselor paused. "Would you like to see pictures of some of
your children?"

"Uh, sure, I guess."

There were videos of cute babies doing very cute things.

"That's nice." So he was a daddy. Being a daddy a million times
over wasn't going to make him happier.

"What's your dream, Jonathan?"

"Huh?"

"If you could have anything, what would it be?"

"Oh, well, not working. Not having to have my family work. Nice
big house, a chef, vacations in cool places."

The counselor smiled. "That's all possible," he said, and sat up
tall in the chair steepling his fingers in front of him. "Two a
day -- that's what we expect of any citizen."

Jonathan nodded.

"Beyond that -- $5,000 for each woman you do. Or maybe more."

Hmmmmm.

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Jonathan had lived for a few months now on a private beach in
Hawaii. He could stay here until he got tired of it.

He woke in the night, cock half hard. He was snuggled against the
back of a woman, both of them naked of course. He could hear the
surf through the open window. He didn't remember this woman's
face -- had he even seen it? He'd bred a woman right at bedtime.
She'd left as he lay in afterglow, and this new woman came in to
take her place, for whenever he was ready again.

He felt the skin -- smooth and silky. At his touch the woman
said, "Mmmm" in a pleasant voice. He reached over her arm and
found a breast and an erect nipple. His cock was hard now as he
reached down to find a cute little ass. Feminine folds in just
the expected place, giving way easily to his finger, and it was
hot and wet inside.

Why not?

He shifted around down below and she arched her back. His cock
poked her pussy and the lips almost seemed to melt away as he
slid up inside. Very nice. Since he'd come at bedtime, some
earnest fucking would be required. The moans from the girl
helped. As his excitement built, she squeezed, gripping his cock
in a velvety embrace. That was enough. Twenty more strokes and he
came. Just a few dribs -- but enough. He pulled out and turned
away.

He heard a whispered, "Thanks so much!" as the woman got up and
left. A few minutes later, as he was drifting off, he heard and
then felt the next one. One who would be ready when the mood
struck him next.

The next day, Jonathan lounged in his chair, looking from under
the shade of palms across white sand to blue water. He finished
the plate of delicacies he'd been given as a mid-afternoon snack.
He loved grilled scallops.

On a mattress ten feet to his left lay a beautiful girl -- about
16 he figured -- on her back, legs spread wide, undulating her
hips as she fingered herself. Now and then she glanced at him
longingly.

He'd done some other girl about an hour ago, but this one had him
getting hard fast. He got up and approached. She looked startled
but also pleased to see him and his straight cock.

"Aw, shit, let me at you, babe," he said.

"Sure, sure, fine!" she said, spreading wide and holding her lips
apart.

He surged inside. "God, you're beautiful," he said, as his cock
pistoned in and out.

"Uh, thanks," she said shyly.

It felt fantastic, but orgasm wasn't going to happen right away.

"What do you want me to do?" he said, gazing down at her
beautiful face.

"Do?"

"Yeah, here you are on your back and I'm on you and I'm fucking
you. Does that sound about right?"

"Um, yeah," she said, looking a little confused.

"So what do you think ought to happen next?"

"Um, you finish?"

"And what does that mean, in terms of what actually happens with
our bodies?"

"Oh, um, OK. I want you to have an orgasm. Ejaculate."

He smiled. "Should I pull out at the last second?"

"Oh, no, no, no! You should keep your penis way up there. Way
deep, so when you ejaculate all the wonderful sperm stays way up
inside me! So I can have your baby!"

"OK, that sounds good. You know how your vagina can convince me
she really, really wants an ejaculation?"

"How, how?"

"When I dig my fingernails into your ass, then tighten it."

"Um, OK. I want this so much! I want you go have a good time
too."

He had a mischievous thought. "Would you want me to make you
pregnant if it was going to hurt me?"

"Oh," she said. "Oh, well, no, that would be pretty selfish of
me." She looked down with shame.

Aw, what a sweet kid. He hammered in to her harder, getting
closer. It felt really good. And with his hands around behind her
butt, he dug in with his fingernails.

Her pussy squeezed nice and tight.

"Good girl," he growled, going faster, feeling it all merging. 
"Unnnnhhhh!" he groaned, holding himself deep as his innards put
together a few curds of semen and his cock shot them right onto
the girl's cervix.

He slid out and onto his side, facing her.

"You did it?" she said with a big smile. "You made me pregnant?"

"Did my best," he said.

"Can I... Can I lick and smell your junk? I mean, would you like
that? I think it would be fun, but only if you..."

"Go ahead, honey. You're gorgeous, go for it."

And he loved watching the girl kiss and lick and admire his cock.
It could use some TLC. It got sore from being hard so much and
stuck into so many vaginas.

A couple other hot young things in bikinis sat 20 yards away,
watching. He'd love to do them -- but not quite yet. He needed
rest.

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The birth rate went up enough -- depending on how you looked at
it. Yes, the US population was due to fall to 1/10 of its peak
level. But it would make it through as a society.

At 75, Jonathan was quite the patriarch. He'd fathered about 400
children a year now for 50 years. 20,000 kids. A hundred or so of
his sons had the same effective sperm that he did. His daughters
were back-crossed with him as soon as they came of age. He
remembered distinctly the first time he mounted his most
precocious daughter. His sons cross-bred with his daughters. Yes,
there was some increased danger of birth defects, but in such
desperate times that was a very minor issue.

But in the rest of the Americas, Europe, Asia, Australia and
Africa, the population was shrinking to near zero. The Third
World didn't have the organizational skills to come up with an
effective breeding program. Europe preserved its civil liberties
as it grayed, until all at once it was virtually gone. China was
the only other place in the world that had had some success with
a similar breeding program.

Some women got pregnant, eventually. The American program was
enough to keep the population at a reasonable level -- to keep
American society functioning. In time Jonathan's clan and a few
others somewhat like it could perhaps reduce the need for such
extraordinary reproductive effort. And yet... Yet people got used
to it. American women got injected with 40-odd doses of sperm in
the middle of each month. In any set of regulations there are odd
cases that aren't covered, and bureaucratic oversights. But
people often followed the spirit of the rule even when they knew
there would be no repercussions from the police state.

Far-sighted planners didn't see any reason to return America to
its pre-crisis population levels. Instead, they set up bands of
1,000 or so individuals and sprinkled them all over the rest of
the depopulated earth. Each group had a few hundred each of
post-menopausal women, young women, and men, and two of his magic
male offspring, In time, humanity would again flourish across the
earth.

Until the next crisis.

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