Chapter 1  The Savior Of Humanity

Garnack’s tentacles waved in the air nervously as he moved down the corridor to his audience with The High One.  A face-to-face meeting was frightening enough under the best circumstances, but he knew the report he was delivering would displease The High One most mightily. As he entered the majestic chamber, Garnack noted with relief that The High One was already holding a copy of the report.  Perhaps he had already read it and Garnack would not be the personal bearer of bad news.  The High One’s first question showed he had indeed read the report. “Is it true?” he thundered down at his visitor.

Softly, and with subservience, Garnack replied, “Yes, High One.”

“A planet where the males treat the females as equals, give them important jobs, allow them thoughts other than the only just ones they should have; how to best sexually serve the male of the species?”

“I am afraid so, High One, everything is as we have written it in the report.”

“ABOMINATION!” screamed the leader.  Still screaming, he turned to his ever-present aide, “Prepare the Fleet of Annihilation!  I want this species wiped from the face of the universe and their planet left a smoking black ruin!”  The aide made the gesture of servitude with his two front tentacles and turned to go.

Then Garnack did something he would not have suspected he was brave enough to do.  He spoke directly to The High One without being asked a question. “That may not be necessary, High One.”

The supreme leader of the Valorian race turned and looked down at Garnack like he was sizing him up for a pain implant.  “Which is probably what he is planning to do,” thought Garnack in a panic.  He had grown to like the earth people during his period of observation and was genuinely upset at the thought of their total extermination, but he had not intended to dare intercede on their behalf until that sentence had slipped out almost without conscious thought on his part.

Finally The High One spoke.  “What did you say?” he asked in a tone that was all the more menacing for its quiet.

Garnack swallowed twice, once for each stomach, decided that with so many lives at stake it was worth pressing on (even if they were deeply inferior lives), and laid out the plan he had been mulling over since his return.  “Oh Most High One, it may yet be possible to salvage this perverted race for the Valorian Imperium.  They are primitive in many ways and one of these is that their limited brains function by using crude electrical impulses.  As such their mental processes should be susceptible to electronic manipulation.  Tests conducted on captive subjects during my initial mission indicate that it might very well be feasible to change their whole twisted society into one whose existence honors the Creator through large scale adjustment of the human females’ internal brain wave patterns.”

Garnack held his breath as he waited for The High One’s reaction.  Three years with a pain implant was the traditional punishment for the crime of “presumption with The High One” and the consequences of being charged with “encouraging the disruption of society” by aiding the existence of deviant civilizations were too heinous to be even considered.  On the other hand, this High One did have a reputation for being more open to new ideas than usual.  Besides the benefit of saving a species he had grown rather fond of, he could expect substantial material rewards for making one more planet ready for eventual membership in the Imperium.

The High One contemplated for what seemed to be an eon, then looked right at Garnack and asked, “Are you willing to take the consequences for failure?”

Garnack knew that only one answer was allowed.  “Yes.”

“What manipulations do you suggest?”

“The two main aberrations that seemed to have caused this race to have evolve in such a distorted pattern from galactic norm are that the earth females, called women, are as intelligent and capable of complicated reasoning as the men; and that their sex drive is much lower most of the time than galactic norm, rising to standard values only at certain isolated times.  Correct both of these factors and these women will soon cease their blasphemous conduct and joyfully accept their proper role as sexual servants to the males.  I believe that electronic impulses transmitted at just the right strength and frequency can achieve both of these effects.”

“The men would not be affected?”

Garnack knew that altering the minds of males, even males as uncivilized as these humans were, would be unacceptable.  Better they die a proud death as men should.  “No, I can promise you that the men will not be affected.  Only the women by having their intelligence significantly lowered and their sex drive incredibly increased.”

“And can the whole planet be corrected with these impulses?”

“Satellites in orbit should be able to cover the whole planet, High One.”

The High One paused, considering, then he spoke,  “You are in charge of the project.  Whatever resources you desire shall be given.  The price of failure is your painful death.  You are dismissed.”

Garnack watched the Earth growing ever larger in the window of his spacecraft and thought back over the last two years.  They had been hectic ones, but productive.  Thanks to intensive study of the data from his previous mission, he now knew more about human brain anatomy than any being in the universe had ever known.  He had come up with a combination of electrical impulses which were easily transmitted, undetectable to human science, and most importantly, should have the desired effect.  One set of impulses was of just the right frequency to jam the logic and reasoning centers of the female brain, creating just enough interference to make complicated thought impossible but simple tasks still doable.  The computers estimated an IQ loss of 20 percent for a woman of average intelligence.  The interference would have an even greater effect on women who started out more intelligent and thus had more mental activity to disrupt, with perhaps up to a 35 percent drop in the now jumbled brains of the women at the top of the scale.  The other combination of electric pulses was designed to stimulate the nerve impulses in the sexual arousal centers of women’s brains.  Garnack had mapped their locations and discovered that most of the time these lay dormant, but under the right conditions, they would fire and the earth women would become aroused.  Garnack had also discovered the proper transmission frequency to, as the humans would say, “fire those babies off like sky rockets.”  He smiled to himself at his realization that he was thinking in earth phrases.  After over two years intensive study of everything about earth, he was not surprised.

He had also worked out a few extra details to insure that the change would be accompanied by the fewest possible negative side effects.  While the lower intelligence would affect women of all ages to cement male dominance in the social hierarchy, the arousal effect would only kick in for females who had been through puberty so that only sexually mature women ready and able to handle the constant horniness would become sex-driven nymphos.  The arousal effect would also begin to tail off about 15 years after menopause so that as women entered old age and perhaps found it more difficult to find male partners, they would not be driven mad by unsatisfied sexual lust.  They would still be randy as hell, but the effect would be low enough so that an enthusiastic program of self pleasuring energetically applied would keep them mostly satisfied, though they would certainly enjoy whatever men they could get their hands (and other parts) on. Then, to cap off the benefits of the marvelous gift he was bringing them, he had also worked out a series of transmissions which would in short order fry every disease-carrying microorganism that could be transmitted through sexual activity.  “We Valorians certainly are a generous people.” Garnack reflected.

He checked the stealth function indicator on his control panel.  It was working perfectly; no way the human’s radar would be able to pick up his approach.  Nothing left to do now but deploy the transmission satellites necessary to get planet wide coverage of his transmissions.  “Soon,” Garnack anticipated, “every woman on the earth will be acting like a complete slut.”  Garnack had grown rather fond of that word over the last two years, as it seem to sum up for him everything he was trying to accomplish for this planet and himself.  No doubt on one of those rather awful earth science-fiction movies he had forced himself to watch as part of his original survey, his scientific creation would be called a slut-ray gun or some such thing.  Well, for the sake of the people of Earth and his own sake, he hoped it would be a good one.  Otherwise both he and the Earth were doomed.

Three more days of intensive work later, Garnack finally heard the welcome report, “Satellites all in orbit, Ship Captain, all stealth implants functioning perfectly.  The satisfaction contained in hearing those words was remarkable. Two years of work was now to be consummated.  He reached out with three tentacles and simultaneously flipped the three switches necessary to start the transmitters transmitting.  “Here we go,” he thought while the alien slut-rays descended invisibly into every city, every town, and into the mind of every woman on the Earth.

“Hello, is anybody here?” Mary Jenkins shouted out as she looked around the seemingly empty dress shop.  While there were many bigger dress shops in New York, this one always seemed to have clothes that exactly fit Mary’s taste and thus was her favorite.

She was just thinking to herself,  “Doesn’t look like anybody is,” when a shorter woman wearing a stylish red dress came out of the back room and walked up to the counter saying, “Sorry, doing a little inventory in the back.”  Mary remembered the clerk’s name as being Joan from previous shopping forays and gave a friendly greeting.

After responding in kind, Joan asked, “What can I do for you today?”

“I am hosting a little party next week to celebrate a promotion and want to find something fitting for a new bank vice-president to wear.” Mary answered, smiling as she thought of this smashing new career success in her life.

“Well congratulations, I am sure we can find something appropriate.  Do you know what you are looking for?”

“Not specifically, just something classy that makes me look both good and professional.”  She wanted to make sure that any of her fellow executives at that party understood that she was a thorough professional and would not put up with any nonsense just because she was a woman.

“I’m sure we can find something.”

After half an hour of looking, Mary was sure they had found the one.  It was a tasteful and elegant black dress that seemed to project the image of a professional woman.  She tried it on and checked Joan’s opinion, “What do you think, is it right?”

Joan looked Mary over.  “Perfect, I don’t see how anything could be better for ‘christening’ the new bank Vice-President.  I think you will make quite the impression.”

As Mary examined how she looked in the dress one last time in the mirror, she suddenly felt a weird sensation that she could only describe as a “pop” in her brain.  It was over in a second and when it faded, she felt perfectly fine again.  She looked over at Joan who was standing at the counter looking at her with an odd expression on her face.  Mary paused for a second to see if anything else happened, but nothing did, so she resumed examining the dress.

It was good, no doubt about it, but all of a sudden it seemed a bit plain.  It certainly was conservative.  It didn’t show any of her leg above the ankle and only the slightest hint of cleavage.  While it was true she didn’t want some “here I am boys, come get it” look, she was proud of the hours put in at the gym and wouldn’t mind it if everyone there could at least tell that she was keeping good care of herself.  “After all, I am a successful single woman who would not mind finding the right man.”  Her mind began to drift a little at that thought, “a single woman who has not had sex since Tim left me six months ago, two full fiscal quarter ago now.”  Her devotion to her job, besides leading to her divorce, also kept her life so full of business activity that she had hardly noticed this lack of men in her life.  But now, all of a sudden, she was very aware of it.    Maybe these thoughts were her subconscious telling her it was time to go out there and start looking for eligible men again.  Well, there would be eligible men at this party and what would be wrong with getting their attention a little?

“It’s really nice Joan, but it might be worth taking a look at something that goes a little higher and a little lower,” Mary said while pulling the hem up slightly with one hand and using the other to indicate a slightly lower V across her chest so Joan would know what she meant. Yes, something a little higher and a little lower might not be bad at all.

Almost two thousand miles to the west in Portland, Susan knew she was pretty much wasting her time.  These dumb jocks didn’t have the brainpower to understand chemistry no matter how much personal tutoring she gave them.  But school sponsored tutoring was one of the easiest ways to get school credit she knew of, so why not take advantage?  And if she knew that half her male tutees signed up to get a shot at getting in her panties, she also knew that had no chance.  She may have fooled around a bit in her junior year, but this senior year of high school she had made up her mind that no man was going to distract her from her pursuit of that 4.0 GPA and the resulting college scholarship.  Let the other girls chase after every guy around, she would save herself (from now on at least) for a college man who was worthy of her.

But it was inevitable the boys would try, for Susan was most definitely a looker.  Her face had the cutest upturned nose which was framed from below by luscious red lips that looked made for kissing (kissing what depended on the imagination of the boy doing the looking) and above by large deep brown eyes.  Her shiny brown hair matched the color of her eyes and she always kept it cut short with bangs hanging down across her forehead so that hair and eyes complemented each other perfectly.  Her complexion was a model’s dream, smooth and creamy-white.  And most importantly of all (at least in the eyes of high school boys), her short and slender body sported a pair of major league headlights that jutted out quite impressively from the small frame they were attached to.

Steve, her current tutee, was one of her particularly dumb charges.  Tackle on the high school football team and dumb as a post.  She suspected he didn’t have a clue as to his lack of success with her.  Just being a football player was enough with some of the girls, and he probably thought it should be enough for any of them.  He was attractive enough in an animalistic type of way, but was most definitely not her type.  This was message he never seemed to get. No matter how unattractively she dressed  (today it was a loose fitting white shirt which hid her well endowed chest as well as anything could, and a pair of jeans, also loose fitting).  No matter how cold she treated his every attempt to be something more than her tutee; he always showed up for each session with an almost childish optimism that this time the session would go beyond talking about chemistry.

Susan had already beaten down Steve’s opening attempts to be friendly with her usual frosty responses and was now trying to explain how one atom can bond to another (and at the same time ignore how Steve was trying to steal glances down her shirt) when suddenly there was the most odd popping sound that seemed to come from inside her head.  She waited for a second, mentally searching, but nothing else happened.  She became aware of a voice, Steve asking if she was all right.  “Sure, just got dizzy there for a second.  Now if there are two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen atom and they combine, what do we get?”

He looked at her blankly and replied, “Two hydrogen atoms and an oxygen atom stuck together?”  This lead to an extremely curricular discussion during which Susan began to have a hard time keeping straight in her mind what they were talking about.  “Oh great,” she thought to herself, “now he is even getting me confused.”  She went back to the beginning and started over.

“Now listen Steve, the hydrogen atom has one proton that circles its one electron, no wait, that is the electron circles the proton, no wait … hold on, I have to look it up.”  She leaned across the table and got her chem book.  Steve stole the chance for one more look down her shirt.  She started to think her usual “what a jerk”, but then thought to herself, “you know, he wouldn’t look if he didn’t think your breasts were attractive.  It’s his way of telling you he finds you pretty.”  Susan had never thought of it that before; why it was almost a compliment.  She could feel her breasts beginning to tingle at the idea this man thought they were worth checking out.  It was a nice feeling but rather distracting so she did her best to ignore it and looked in the book.  There was the picture.  Right, the electron circles the proton, how could she have forgotten that?

She looked back up at Steve.  Had he moved his chair closer?  No he was sitting right where he was before, but somehow he seemed closer.  She could smell him.  The faint smell of male sweat was so masculine.  He must be able to smell her perfume.  She breathed in and could smell the mixture of her soft feminine perfume and his hard masculine odor.  Somehow the idea of the soft female and hard male odors mixing together in the air was intensely erotic.  With an effort, she tried to return her mind to her tutoring.

If only it hadn’t got so damn hot in here.  Her body was beginning to sweat under her clothes, especially between her thighs.  Almost without thinking, Susan reached up and undid the top button on her shirt.  But she did think to check when she put the book back on the other end of the table if he looked down her shirt again.  He did.  She smiled and thought, “He thinks I’m pretty.”  That pleased her immensely for some reason.  Why, if she let him, he would no doubt open her shirt, button by button; tear off her bra and take her breasts in his strong hands, massaging them, feeling them, stroking them.  She could feel her blood pounding through her body in response to her imaginings, especially in her breasts.  Her nipples sprang up large and erect, pushing hard against her bra as if straining for their freedom.  Meanwhile sweat was beginning to run down her now hot and bothered tits; teasing them in such a delightful manner that all she could think about was how wonderful it would be to throw open her shirt, rip off the bra, and give her straining friends the freedom they so urgently desired.

“But why do the hydrogen atoms stick to the oxygen atoms?” She heard Steve asking.

“Oh my God, what am I thinking? What is going on here? Get a grip, girl!  You’re here to teach chemistry, not get all hot and bothered about some Neanderthal nobody.”

Susan made a tremendous attempt to get her mind back on chemistry, an effort that her body cooperated with not at all.  Her pussy now joined her tits in sending strong signals to Susan that it also thought it was time come out and play.  Susan wiped away the sweat she could feel running down her forehead behind her bangs, shifted her legs a bit, did her best to ignore the moisture that was beginning to seep into her panties and attempted to carry on explaining chemistry.  But even though she knew this stuff cold, it was her favorite class after all, somehow it was all jumbled and hazy in her mind as she tried to explain it.  “Well, the oxygen atom has these things, these … electron things that connect it to other atoms.  It doesn’t have as many … electrons as it can hold so it is like it has this hole.  And it wants that hole filled, and the hydro … hydro something atom has a thing that can fill the hole, so when it comes by, the oxygen thing has him stick his thing in her hole.”

Steve looked at her with some admiration and said, “That’s the first time anybody has ever explained it so it made sense.”

Susan was pleased at the compliment.  She should repay him.  Smiling, she reached up and undid another button.  He looked, she was happy.  But why was remembering the answer so hard?  She knew she had left out a lot of important parts, but she couldn’t remember what they were at all.  She also knew it wasn’t quite right to describe an atom as having a hole to be filled, but the right way to describe it seemed nowhere in her brain at the moment.  And where in the world had calling the oxygen atom a “she” come from?  “An atom isn’t a she just because it has a hole to be filled,” Susan thought, “A gaping, yearning hole aching to be filled.”  She could not help but be very aware that she also had a yearning hole that existed to be filled.  Her exited heart was pumping blood to it with such force that she could feel her pulse beating in her pussy.  “Why, both oxygen and I have holes that we want filled.”  The thought struck her as funny.  She giggled.

Then she sat back in her chair and inhaled sharply as the sensations coming from that hole magnified again.  The strong pleasant tingle was gone, replaced by a deep throbbing need.  Her slit was burning, sending waves of sexual hunger directly to her brain.  The inflamed cunt in the center of her being felt like one giant itch.  She needed relief from this torment, craved it.  Only one thing could bring relief and Susan felt her pussy walls start to involuntarily clinch as they anticipated wrapping themselves around a man’s wonderful hard cock.  Her mind began to fixate on a single theme, “fill my hole, fill my hole, fill my hole.”

“If only I wasn’t in a public place,” she thought frantically to herself and looked around the high school library.  It was mostly empty, but there were a couple of boys over talking with the female librarian at her desk.  Luckily, they seemed very interested in what she was saying to them and weren’t looking in her direction at all.  Even Steve was momentarily looking down at his study sheet.  She slipped a hand under the table and stroked her pants where that hole was.  It felt good but she needed more.  Her hand slowly undid her zipper and inserted two fingers.  They worked their way past the soaking panties and into her sopping wet twat.  It felt exquisite but she needed more.  Her eyes lowered to gaze at Steve’s zipper and saw a bulge there.  The sight of that bulge drove all other thoughts from her mind.  The library, the other students, were as nothing compared to what she knew lay behind that zipper.  It was like her pussy now controlled everything about her.  She could hear it demanding, “That, I want that!” and if that was what it wanted, that is what it would get.  As she kept that one hand going in and out of her demanding cunt, soothing it temporarily, she slowly moved her chair back so that Steve could see her, all of her.  He was just starting to ask another question when he caught on to what she was doing under the table.  His eyes grew wide and he backed his chair up as if he was going to leave.  “Not until you scratch my itch,” she thought as she reached out with her other hand and gently grabbed him by the bulge.

“How good are you at filling holes that need to be filled, Steve?”
 
“Umm, umm …” was his intelligent reply.

“I have one right here,” she added and helpfully reached out, grabbed one of his hands, and led it to that demanding cunt.  When he touched it, a toe curling spasm of delight unlike anything in this world shook her entire body.  Her brain and body were united in having only one thought, one goal: filling up her cunt with cock as fast as possible. She tore at his pants and had them off in a second, followed in a moment by his boxers.  His cock was half-erect and she gazed at it. It was beautiful.  It was going to satisfy this desire that was tearing at her.  She would do anything to please it and do anything to get it to please her.  She reached out and wrapped her fingers around it.  It grew in her hand, expanding out against her small fingers.  It was hard now.  She had never held anything that seemed to fit her hand so naturally.  Susan was so pleased, her hand was just the right size to hold a man’s prick.  She squeezed gently, feeling its throbbing power.  “Men’s cocks sure are hard and strong,” she thought.  At the same instant she gently pushed a finger on her other hand against the entrance to her sex and felt that finger slide easily into her slippery cunt.  “And my pussy is so soft and yielding.”

Up to this instant, it had always seemed unfair to Susan that men were stronger than women.  As a small woman, she had never been able to do tasks requiring more than moderate physical strength without asking a man for help and she had always resented this.  But now, feeling both Steve’s strength and her softness at the same time with her own hands, she was so glad he was the stronger.  She could take all that strength inside her, use his greater power to satisfy her tremendous sexual needs.  How else could a woman do this unless she was softer, more yielding, weaker than the man?  How blind she had been not to see this before.  She saw it now.  Just thinking about all the things a strong, virile man like this could do to a weak woman like herself sent the temperature of Susan’s already lust fevered body up still higher.  She had to see his body naked.  Her hands tore at his shirt and she felt his hands tearing at hers.  Suddenly her bra was off and her tits were free, gloriously free.  Steve grabbed them and while squeezing the right nipple, took the left one lightly between his teeth and began flicking it rapidly with his tongue.  Susan twisted in ecstasy.  For a time nothing mattered but the pleasure jolts shooting from her breasts to her brain.

Then her pussy began to assert itself again, tormenting her with its desires but promising unequaled bliss if it was satisfied.  She knew what would satisfy it.  Her panties were off, she didn’t even remember doing that.  She swept all the books and papers off the table, replacing them with her nude body.  She lay back and spread her legs wide.  So many hours had been spent sitting at this table in quiet study; now here she was lying naked on it with her legs wide, her cunt open and displayed to all. She could not imagine a more slutty feeling.  It filled her body with a hot glow.  She gloried in her sluttiness, how alive it made her feel.  Looking down between her legs she saw the most important thing in the world, a man’s cock, standing tall and proud at her pussy lips.  Her cunt quivered at the sight.  It felt like it was going to jump right out of her body to engorge itself upon that supreme giver of female pleasure.  She needed that swollen pussy pumper filling her up more than she had ever needed anything in her life.  Reaching down, she quickly guided it into her waiting sex while at the same time thrusting up with her hips to drive it deep.  The cock rammed into her inflamed twat.  Susan went mad with joy.  She had been tormented like she was one gigantic itch, but that big piece of man meet seemed to fill her entire body from her cunt to her neck, scratching that itch everywhere in a way more than humanly possible.  It pumped her, moving in and out, up and down.  Her white-hot snatch felt like it was going to explode.  Then it did explode, sending shards of pleasure flying everywhere in her body.  Then it happened again, and again, and again.  Susan couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything except lie there gasping and feel wave upon wave of pleasure surging in her body, immobilizing her with bliss.  And still he kept pounding.  She squirmed, she screamed with joy.  It seemed like every muscle in her body was spasming.  Nothing mattered except the sensations pouring out of her pussy.  Her entire being was centered in that glorious hole.  “I am my pussy,” she thought, “nothing more,” before another huge orgasm made thinking impossible.  Then just when it seemed like she couldn’t stand any more, Steve’s cock gave a gigantic twitch and she felt his hot cum spurt inside her as he moaned his release.  Her body gave an answering lurch as she came for the last time and then lay still.

She lay there gasping for air and watching Steve’s sweat covered body collapse onto the floor like a defeated warrior.  Nothing she had ever experienced could compare to what she had just experienced while fucking just now.    It was life.  It was existence.  Everything else was insignificant.  She remembered what she had thought while cumming, “I am my pussy.”  It was like a spiritual revelation.  Though her jumbled brain couldn’t quite remember what that phrase meant, she knew one when she had one.  “I know why I was created.  I am a fuck machine,” she worked out in her head.  “I exist to fuck and cum.  That is what women are for.”  She slowly fingered herself as a reward for having figured out the meaning of life.

Having never before experienced complete sexual satisfaction, Susan could not believe the contentment she was filled with right now.  She lay nude on the library table with her fingers up her snatch and luxuriated in the feeling. Her few previous dabbles with sex last year with boys as inexperienced as she had been fun, but had left her unfulfilled.  Now she understood why.  She had treated sex merely as an action, something you did, but it wasn’t.  It was a force, a primal force that possessed you, drove you, even tormented you, but in return gave you unimaginable rapture if you surrendered your whole body to it, completely and unreservedly.  Her middle finger reached deep into her pussy and emerged dripping with a mixture of her and Steve’s love juices.  She held it under her nose and inhaled deeply.  It smelled of sex and frenzied joy.  Flashes crossed her mind.  The look of a tall proud cock standing in front of her quivering pussy lips.  The feel of that cock pumping her until she was mad with joy.  The endless sensation of enduring one mind blowing orgasm after another.  The excitement of her whole body transformed into one giant extension of her pussy.  If she knew only one thing (and with the effectiveness of Garnack’s ray in scrambling any female thoughts much more complicated than “ooooh, my body likes this!” Susan did almost only know one thing), she knew she wanted a life dedicated with a religious fervor to gathering more and more and more such moments.  She kept that finger in front of her face, continuing to breathe in the aroma, while the fingers of her other hand worked her clit, caressing it, teasing it, tantalizing it.

The sexual contentment remained, but was now joined by a growing raging renewed horniness.  She had never before been both totally sexually satisfied from just being fucked into stupefaction and at the same time so randy she couldn’t take her hand out of her slit.  The mixture was intoxicating.  How to take advantage of it?  She could masturbate herself to orgasm and it would be great, but what kind of fool would use her fingers if she could stick a man’s pleasure prong into her?  She looked around.  Steve was still down and out.  Where were the other students she had noticed earlier, where was the librarian?  Oh, there they were, over by the librarian’s desk.  The librarian was topless, on her knees and sucking the cock of one of the boys while the other had her skirt thrown back over her ass, into which he was busy putting his cock. Part of Susan’s mind, the unimportant part, told her this was odd.  The important part, the part that her pussy talked to, said here is a chance for more fucking.  She got up and walked over.
 
“No not, quite.”  This second dress Mary had tried on since deciding she did not want the black one also did not do it for her.  It suddenly seemed very important to her that every man there see her as a sexy desirable woman, not some stuffy banker type.  “Wait, why am I thinking like this?  I have always prided myself on acting professionally with my coworkers, always getting ahead based on my work performance and never by playing the sexy available girl.  Though I do want to find a man eventually, I certainly don’t want the men I will be working with to think I am some office bimbo on the prowl, some girl who wants men to go around looking down her dress at her breasts.”  Thinking about her breasts suddenly made her realize that they were tingling, especially around the nipple.  It felt like when she was with a man and they were about to … she cut that thought off before it finished, but the feeling continued.   It certainly was strange she should get that feeling here, now.  She reached up and cupped her breasts with her hands, hoping the feeling would go away.  Unfortunately it had the opposite effect.  The feel of her hands on her breasts was wonderful and the tingling seemed to increase five-fold.  Through her dress and bra, she lightly flicked her nipples with her thumbs.  It felt like bolts of electricity formed in the nipples and raced straight to her vagina, which responded with a surge of wetness.  Suddenly a random thought crossed her mind, “the tit bone is connected to the cunt bone.”  This struck her as funny and she giggled a little before getting control of her thoughts again and reminding herself, “No it’s not funny, it’s crude.  Only tramps think about their body parts in such terms.”   All of a sudden, she saw Joan watching what she was doing intently.  The embarrassment sobered her for a second, momentarily lessening the tingling, and Mary hastily dropped her hands from her chest.

Joan licked her lips and held up a clingy looking yellow dress. “How about this one?”

It looked hot, but it was cut so low it looked like her breasts might actually pop out of the dress.  She had a sudden vision of herself walking into the party with her breasts hanging out.  All the men were staring at her with hungry looks.  Mary could feel her body start to sweat, both in the vision and here in the dress shop.  Her breasts were bouncing and jiggling and all the men had smiles on their faces.  “It’s good to make men happy”, she thought.  “I work hard at the bank to make people happy with my work, why shouldn’t I dress to make men happy too.”  Her body agreed with that logic.  The tingling in her tits and pussy returned with a vengeance at the thought of men looking at her jiggling jugs.  “Jiggling jugs, that sounds funny.” Mary thought, giggling again, “It rhymes.  No it doesn’t rhyme, it … sure it rhymes.  A rhyme is when two words sound alike and jiggling and jugs do sound alike.  Big jiggling jugs, what a wonderful thing to call my tits.”

But she wasn’t here to think about her tits and how wonderful it would be for a man to look at them, she was here to get a dress.  “Why do I need a dress again?” she thought to herself.  “Oh that’s right, for the party.  I need a dress so the men can look at me at the party.”  With that thought, Mary began to take off the dress she had on so she could try on the new one that Joan had for her.

“What are you doing, Mary?” Joan suddenly interrupted her.

“Taking of this dress to try that one, remember.”

“But you can’t change out here in the middle of the store, someone might see you.  You have to go back to the dressing room.”

“That’s right,” Mary thought to herself, “I can’t undress out here or someone might see me.”  She began to slide the dress on again.  “A man might see my big jiggling jugs and my cute little snatch and want to fuck my brains out.  He might take his firm hard cock and ram it in my soft pussy until I scream.”  Mary could feel her pussy positively salivating at the idea.  Mary again removed the dress and stood there in her bra and now drenched panties.

Joan looked at her and swallowed hard.  Mary had not noticed before how Joan’s forehead was beginning to sweat.  She cupped her wonderful tits and held them in Joan’s face, “But Joan, don’t my jugs look beautiful?  Shouldn’t I show them off?”

Joan murmured more to herself than to Mary, “Yes, they are beautiful, so beautiful.”  Then she reached out slowly as if hypnotized and touched Mary on her left breast.  Both women gasped at the contact.  “But they are covered by your bra, let me help you with that.”  After taking care of Mary’s bra, Joan quickly lowered her dress and slipped off her own bra.  “What about my tits Mary, do you like these?”  Joan’s tits were whiter than Mary’s own, with a delightful pattern of freckles that played across them.  Joan’s dark nipples stood out captivatingly against this pale background.  Mary had never been attracted to another women before this moment, but looking at Joan’s breasts sent shivers of desire down her spine.  The two women stood topless in the middle of the store, helplessly admiring each other’s hooters under the effect of Garnack’s slut-ray.

While not so big as her own, Joan’s breasts were still so round and firm and inviting to Mary that her hands just naturally rose up and began squeezing.  The nipples immediately grew three times as big in Mary’s hands.  They were inviting her to suck them.  The idea sent Mary’s pussy into fresh paroxysms of wetness.  Her lips flew around Joan’s tits, and she sucked for all she was worth.  Twice she used her teeth to nip Joan right on the end of her nipple and she could feel Joan’s whole body stiffen in response.  Joan’s loud moaning through the whole experience made it even more intense.  Mary felt a hand sliding down her body to her soaking panties.  The hand reached the panties and then paused, feeling the moisture soaked fibers.  Joan pulled back so that Mary could see her face and smiled knowingly.  “You seem to have a problem there, but I think I can fix it.”

She knelt down before Mary and quickly swept those interfering panties down.  The two exchanged a look of total abandon and then Joan thrust her face into Mary’s cunt.  It was heaven.  Each flick of that wonderful tongue on her clit sent a new shock of electricity radiating out in all directions from her center.  Mary screamed with joy.  Her knees grew weak.  Then like water pressure building up behind a dam, Mary could feel pressure building up in her cunt.  She was going to cum and she could tell it would be an orgasm like none she had ever had.  Joan’s tongue continued mercilessly.  The room grew dark, began spinning.  The pressure in her pussy grew huge.  Then it happened, her cunt worked that wonderful magic which only a cunt can do for a woman and converted that pressure into pleasure, too much pleasure to ever be contained in one small pussy.  Waves of ecstasy overflowed her pussy walls and flowed out to totally absorb her body.  Her knees gave way as she had no strength in her legs, or anywhere else.  She lay on the floor absorbing her orgasm, soaking in it, vaguely aware of Joan lying next to her, fingering herself to her own orgasm.

When she could think again, Mary started to wonder if she was now a lesbian.  Then her body began to speak to her again.  As incredible as it seemed, it was not completely satisfied.  It was still aroused (boy, was it still aroused!), but along with the arousal there was something else, a feeling of unfulfillment, slight to be sure, but still most definitely there.   How this could be after the best sexual experience of her life puzzled her for an instant, but the insistent signals from her tits, her ass, her pussy made the answer clear.  They wanted a man.  Women were fun, would always be fun from now on, but her body existed to be fucked by men.  Images filled Mary’s mind.  Her legs spread wide as a nameless man’s sexual plaything.  Three men coming in her three holes all at once.  A sea of men’s cum dripping of her body.  The joy that leapt through her body on imagining those images, the way her body surged with new energy, the way her nipples sprang up and her cunt surged moisture just at the thought of being a man’s plaything made her realize that what she had just had, as incredible as it had been, would pale next to what she would feel with a man.

She looked over at Joan, who was still dreamily rubbing her fingers lightly up and down the opening to her own pussy.  “Joan, do you know what I want?”

Joan’s lascivious smile showed that she did.  They got up and walked to the front door of the shop.  Joan looked incredibly sexy in nothing but her red high heel shoes, but Mary was after bigger game now.  Mary herself was totally naked.  Wasn’t there some law about being naked in public?  Mary seemed to remember that there was.  “Should we put something on?” she asked Joan

Joan considered.  “No, we want these men to see what we are offering them is not dresses.  Think of it as truth in advertising.” She answered, stumbling over the long final word.  “Joan sure is smart,” Mary thought,  “It is just common sense honesty to show a man the cunt you want to give him.  How could that be wrong?”

Joan swung open the front door and planted herself a little ways behind the door jam so she was semi-visible from the sidewalk.  Mary came up and stood to the side and behind her so that she could easily put a hand between Joan’s legs from behind and tickle her cunt as they waited.  Traffic was a little slow, but in about 45 seconds a man walked by.  Mary’s excitement was so great she had to take her hand from Joan’s snatch and put it up her own.

“Hey guy, want some of this?” Joan invited him as she spread her legs wide and lowered a hand to play with herself.  He looked into the store and his eyes got very wide, just before he ran across the street and out of sight.
 
Mary wanted so badly to chase him down the street she almost couldn’t control herself, but with a supreme effort she remained in the store with Joan.  She knew it was only her recent release with Joan that was allowing her to follow this subtle way of getting men instead of running down the street and throwing herself on the first guy she could catch, but she still felt proud of herself for her and Joan’s restraint.

Another guy was coming, tall in a nice suit.  “It would be an honor to be his fuck toy,” thought Mary.  He didn’t run at Joan’s invitation, but stood staring in shock.  That was all the opening these two women needed.  In a flash each had one of their arms around his and were guiding him in the store.  Another second and each had guided a hand onto a heaving bosom and they could see in his eyes that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Melanie had been looking forward to seeing this foreign film for a week and had enjoyed the first hour immensely, but somehow the last 10 minutes had been so boring.  Reading subtitles had always been fun for her, but it had suddenly become a major hassle.  The words seemed to be much longer and more difficult to read than usual and for lots of them she couldn’t get them all before they left the screen.  And the plot, how could she be expected to keep up with something that had become so complicated.  She leaned over to her friend, Daphne, “This movie isn’t very good, is it?”

“No, I just wish it would hurry up and end so that I could go home get ready for my date with Aaron.  Let’s go out and get some popcorn.”

Getting up and leading the way, Melanie asked, “Are you going out with him again tonight?  Whatever do you see in him?”

“Well for one thing, the sex is great.”

The conversation about Aaron and sex continued until as they reached the lobby, by which time Melanie was shocked at how explicitly Daphne was talking.  She had never heard her friend use such words before. As they reached the snack bar, Daphne was going on about her skill at oral sex.

“I’ve done it, it’s no great thrill.”  Melanie retorted.

“What do you mean?”  Daphne suddenly got a dreamy lost look on her face, “The feel of the most intimate part of your lover’s body, his cock, getting hard in your mouth.  The salty taste on your tongue as you lick his prick.  The warm cum shooting down your throat and over your face as his jerking tool shoots its load.”  While Melanie was still shocked at Daphne’s crude vocabulary, she was even more shocked at how it was affecting her.  She could actually feel a mental adjustment taking place in her mind.  The idea of a man’s cock hardening in her mouth grew intensely more appealing as she thought about it.  The cock growing, twitching until finally it released its tension in a flood of orgasmic pleasure.  Her tongue delighting in the wonderful taste before she swallowed the evidence of the man’s pleasure.  She couldn’t stop licking her lips.  Her head was filled with the excitement of these new thoughts.  And now Daphne had the idea that she couldn’t keep up in this department; it was unbearable that someone else think they were better at pleasing men than she (why that was unbearable she didn’t know, it had been very bearable fifteen minutes ago).  She had to satisfy this desire for cock and show Daphne at the same time.  Suddenly she had a wonderful idea: A contest.  All those men in the theater with warm tasty cocks. All those potential satisfiers of her desires.

“Are you willing to put your money where your mouth is?” Melanie challenged.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I think I can suck cock better than you and I’ve got a hundred dollars that says I can suck off more cocks in this place in an hour than you can.”

“That’s crazy, Melanie, we can’t go around giving blow jobs to men we don’t even know.”

For a moment, what Daphne said made sense, but when Melanie tried to think of a reason it would be wrong to, she couldn’t come up with a single one.  Of course it was hard to think of anything other than the constant images she was having of all kinds of different looking cocks standing at attention in front of her waiting face before spewing their load all over her.  “Why can’t we?  You will still be home in time for your date with Roger, and if you are a little late, I think you can make it up to him in some way.”

Daphne screwed up her face tight with obvious concentration.  “Because … because … how will we know who wins the contest?”

“Oh silly, you are my friend, I trust you. Just keep track of how many men you get off and meet me back here in an hour.  And no leaving the building.”

Daphne stared hungrily at the two teenage boys behind the snack counter for a second before coming to her decision, “You’re on.”

Melanie hurried back into the theater to work the film viewers while Daphne stayed to try her luck on the snack crew.

For her first two tries Melanie stuck to men sitting alone.  She was unsuccessful with the first.  “Dolt, doesn’t he know what a penis is for,” she thought remembering that idiot; but her tongue was still swirling the delightful taste of the second encounter in her mouth.  At first it had felt funny to sit next to a strange man in the dark and do everything she could think of to suck his cock, but now that she was tasting her reward, it seemed so right.  She couldn’t bear to think of any cock in this auditorium going untasted.  The next man closest to her was with a woman.  That wasn’t going to stop Melanie this time.  “If that woman is not going to use his cock,” thought Melanie, “then I am going to borrow it.”

She went over and sat down on his other side.  The woman, who Melanie could now make out was wearing a short dress, didn’t seem to even notice Melanie’s arrival, so after a second Melanie put her hand on the man’s leg and ran it lightly up to his thigh.  He shifted his leg away from her.  She expected that, men were wonderful creatures, but sometimes they needed women to point out the obvious to them.  She leaned over closer and ran her fingers along the inner part of his leg finally brushing up against his soft penis. Even soft and through his pants, just touching it sent a tingle of excitement from her fingers to every area in her body

As he slammed his legs shut, she leaned over and whispered ever so softly in his ear, “Don’t be shy, my mouth is warm and willing.”

He turned to her and said in a hushed outraged tone, “Excuse me, but my wife is sitting right here.”  Then turned back to the woman next to him and said, “Let’s move honey, this woman is bothering me.”  His wife seemed lost in her own thoughts, however and did not respond, so he repeated it more loudly while touching her shoulder.  “This woman is bothering me, let’s move.”

This time his wife looked at him as if coming out of a daze. “Why, what is she doing?”

“I’d rather not say now, I’ll tell you later.”

Melanie jumped in, “It’s just that I know your husband has a great cock and I really want to suck it.”
 
The wife’s face tried to look outraged at the words, but of far more interest to Melanie was the way the wife’s hand slipped down under the hem of that short dress she was wearing and began to creep up towards her pussy.  “What did you say?”

“I said he has a great cock and I want to suck it.  Doesn’t he have a great cock?”

The wife was silent.  Even under her dress, it was obvious that her hand had reached her pussy and was massaging it with enthusiasm. The forced look of outrage suddenly vanished and was replaced by a broad smile.  “I’ll say he does, why two nights ago, we did it three times in one night.  It was fantastic and it was all due to that great cock of his.”  Ignoring the utterly shocked look on her husband’s face, she reached out with her other hand and patted that great cock through his pants.

“That’s wonderful, you must be so proud to be fucked by such a great tool.  But us other ladies need satisfaction too, ya know.  You don’t want to be too selfish.  There’re enough men to go around.  Besides, if you help me, I’ll make it worth your while.”  With that last sentence, Melanie made her meaning clear by leaning past the husband and placing her hand where it could most effectively assist the wife in her efforts to pleasure herself.

“Ahh, Ahh, Ahhfff course I should share,” the wife finally managed to gasp out.  “How can I help?”

“I admit that while it is wonderful to take their shooting cum down my throat, it does leave me high and dry in another area, if you know what I mean.”  The wife laughed and nodded.  Melanie then suggested, “Perhaps you could give me some attention there while I suck off your husband.”  The wife looked positively ecstatic about the idea, The husband did not.

When he started to protest however, a look of genuine outrage crossed his wife’s face, much stronger than the unfelt outrage she had tried to show a minute ago, and she said in a voice half angry, half lust filled,  “Jeffrey, after all I have done for you, you are going to damn well sit there and let this nice lady suck your cock while I do a little muff diving.”

Jeffrey was shocked by his wife’s words, but also half-cowed by the force and passion with which she said them. He continued to make clear he didn’t approve but in a hesitant way.  Both women ignored these quiet protestations and simply held him his seat while his wife lowered his zipper and gave him a little hand action to get his soldier to stand at attention.  And when Melanie lowered her head and took him her mouth, all the fight just oozed out of him.

“You seem to have this end under control, I am going to the other,” announced the wife and soon Melanie felt hands lifting up her dress and exposing her pantieless ass and crotch.  Then she felt a face burying itself in that crotch.  Then a tongue attacking that crotch with vigor.

As Melanie’s tongue played delightedly with Jeffrey’s cock and his wife’s tongue played delightedly with Melanie’s excited clit, Melanie was so happy.  She had so many things to look forward to now.  She couldn’t wait for Jeffrey to orgasm so she could taste his delicious cum.  She couldn’t wait to turn the tables on the wife and suck her pussy.  She couldn’t wait to meet Daphne in 45 minutes and show her the cum dripping off her nude body to prove to Daphne what a cum craving slut she was.  She couldn’t wait to devote the rest of her life to sex in all its forms.

Jackson had never had such great seats at a basketball game before.  He could almost reach out and touch the players.  He could almost reach out and touch the cheerleaders too, which was almost as nice, considering how sexy they looked in their bikini style tops and short blue skirts.  The tall big-breasted blonde on the end was especially delectable. The way her top bounced around as she went through her dance steps was hypnotizing.  They were just finishing up their half-time show now and Jackson was especially entranced by the way the blonde had of way of kicking her feet up high enough to show a flash of panties under her skirt.  It was giving him a hard on.  All things considered, he was going to have to give Will a great big thanks for this ticket tomorrow at the office.

When the half time ended he noticed the cheerleaders having a quick huddle along the sideline and discuss something energetically among themselves.  Then they raced off to the dressing room and were back again in about five minutes.  He didn’t think anything of it at the time, but later he realized that was the first small sign that this was going to be an unusual evening.  The game started and went for a couple minutes and there was a TV timeout.  The girls came out to do their routine.  The blonde did one of her high kicks and Jackson could swear she was not wearing any underwear.  “Did I see a little flash of bush there?  Ridiculous, like they’re really going to take off their panties and do kicking routines in those short skirts.”  He had just convinced himself he had imagined it all when a different girl did the same thing and showed the same uncovered twat.  The time out ended and the girls went back to their spot on the sidelines.  Jackson looked around.  Nobody else seemed to have noticed anything out of the ordinary.

He kept his eye on the cheerleaders for the next couple of minutes, but other than a couple of them drifting over towards the player’s bench and having to be led back to their spot, didn’t see anything else unusual with them; but he did notice further weird things in the stands.  They were small things, but noticeable if you were looking for them.  Many of the women in the stands near him seemed uncomfortable with their bras, constantly reaching up to adjust them.  Others had stopped paying any attention to the game and instead had their hands all over their boyfriends or husbands, usually to the annoyance of the man involved.  But it was when a an expensively dressed woman in an aisle seat in front of him called the hot dog vendor over and said in a very suggestive voice, “Do you have a large wiener for me?” while reaching out and stroking said wiener through his pants, that Jackson first seriously considered the possibility that something quite out of the ordinary was happening tonight.

His attention was distracted from the woman and the hotdog vender by another timeout in the game.  He was determined to watch very carefully to see if the cheerleaders did anything the slightest bit unusual during this timeout.

The cheerleaders came out, looked at each other, nodded, and pulled off their tops before launching into their routine.  It was an energetic one and their tits were quite mesmerizing as they bounced along “like basketballs” thought Jackson, who also couldn’t help noting, “Well, this certainly does qualify as unusual.”  Pandemonium broke out.  As if taking it for a signal that it was ok, half the women in the place suddenly tore their tops off too.  The arena floor was awash in blouses, shirts, bras and tops of all kinds.  He had never dreamed of seeing so many boobs at one time.  Some of the women then continued on to remove the rest of their clothing while others stopped messing with their clothes to mess with the nearest man.  Half of Jackson’s mind wondered, “What the hell is going on?” while the other half just kept saying, “Wow!” over and over again.

He looked back to the court, the cheer routine had broken down in confusion.  While a few of the cheerleaders were continuing on with their dance, others were being stopped by security, some cheerleaders were already on their backs with another cheerleader between their legs while the largest group was finding the nearest man and having at him.  The blonde with the big tits was one of those on her back with a small brunette cheerleader between her legs.  Jackson had no clue what was going on, but he knew this was an opportunity not to be missed.  He leapt into the aisle and ran down the stairs to the court, dodging around the woman in the expensive dress who was kneeling in the aisle with her lips firmly wrapped around that hot dog vender’s big wiener.  Getting on to the court was a breeze, since the only security guard close to his stairs was busy running her baton in and out of her pussy while she sucked off the water boy.  Suddenly he was there.  He pushed off a few grasping females as he ran to his choice, bent down and grabbed the small brunette by the waist and lifted her off.  She stood up and looked at him with anger for a second, then her eyes dropped to his crotch and anger instantly gave way to desire.  Just then another man grabbed her from behind and spun her around.  Whether to fuck her or restrain her Jackson never knew, though it didn’t matter in any case since she immediately dropped to her knees and pulled down his pants.

His beauty was still on the floor, frantically pistoning her fingers up and down in her sex.  Jackson stood over her, taking down his pants and showing her his rock hard cock.  She gazed at it with adoration and reached up to stroke it.  “Enough foreplay, besides who knows when these women will come to their senses again,” he reasoned and knelt down
She opened her legs wide to receive his gift while moaning, “Do it, do it.” He put it in her. Jackson had never heard such a scream of pleasure before.  She bucked like a horse and screamed, “More, more.”   He thrust in and out, his body beginning to glisten with sweat.  She was so wet he could not believe it.  Every in and out motion was accompanied by an incredible suction sound.  His cock was twitching in her like mad, it felt like it was going to explode when suddenly she shouted, “Cumming, Cumming!” and her body contorted like it had received an electric shock.  Her cunt walls clinched around his cock so hard that for a moment his orgasm was delayed, which only increased its force when it came.  They lay by each other for a moment, then she looked down at his spent cock.  “Thank you, thank you.  You’ve made my pussy very happy, and when it’s happy, I’m happy.”

Jackson looked around the arena.  Many of the men were heading for the exits in bewilderment, trying to escape the sex obsessed women.  Some of these were dragging squirming, usually nude, wives or girlfriends along.  Lots of others, no less bewildered,  were following Jackson in taking full advantage of the situation.  The sight of the largest orgy he could ever imagine, taking place at what 10 minutes ago had been a pro basketball game, made him again start wondering why this was happening.  What was with these women?  No answer being readily apparent, he had not gotten very far in his thinking when two large tits appeared right in front of his face.

“Help a lady out?” the owner inquired.  He looked up and saw an attractive redhead attached to them.  She pointed down to her available pussy to make her meaning plain.

“Love to, but I’m a little drained right now,” he answered, motioning down to his own soft dick.

She looked down at it and her eyes lit up.  “I am sure I can fix that.”  She said confidently and immediately put her mouth on the job.  Within a minute, Jackson felt stirrings of life again.  He had to admit he had never had this much fun at a basketball game before.

The camera started on three immaculately groomed women in various stages of undress hanging all over a rather dirty shirtless man as they groped him enthusiastically.  He looked both confused and happy.  The camera then turned to Vicki Thomas, who also looked somewhat confused and happy.  She also looked like she had been stuffed into her clothes at the last minute and apparently there had been no time for a bra.   She launched breathlessly into her report.  “Sally’s Salon caters to one of the highest class client … clie … people who come here in the city.  Her customers are well known for their upper class reserve, but what you have just seen are three of Sally’s regular customers hanging all over the janitor.  As far as we can tell, this scene is being repeated all over the world.  Women everywhere are being seized with what can only be described as sex madness.  Reports indicate that it starts with fixation on sexual thoughts and imaginings as women can’t stop thinking about glorious men ramming those big hard cocks of theirs into our wet pussies.” She paused and held her hand to her ear.  Looking abashed, she said, “I am so sorry, they are telling me that I can’t say pussy or cock on the air.”  Then her face got a silly grin and she added, “but I sure can think about them.”  Viewers could tell she was watching something off screen back where the janitor and the girls were, and from the smile on her face and the wideness of her eyes, she seemed to be enjoying what she was seeing.  “Anyway, they also they that women’s intela … int … how smart we are has also gone way done so that we can not think about anything other than getting our pussy filled with a nice cock or two, or maybe swallowing their tasty cum.”  She stopped and giggled, “Oops, said those words again, silly me.”  Then she stopped again, obviously having lost her place in her report.  Her eyes furrowed as if she was trying to think but any look of concentration she might have had was ruined by the fact her mouth kept the same silly grin the whole time.  After a very long pause she again she held her hand to her ear.  “Oh that’s right, I was telling you that all us women are only thinking about serving our hot cunts with man meat.”  Then as if she was talking to herself she continued, “Like what else would we think about?”

She began to drift over to where the janitor was.  Looking back into the camera, she helpfully explained, “If the news van driver had not fucked my brains out in the back of the van after we got here, all I would be doing now instead of giving you the news would be thinking about …thinking about …. oooaaahhh ”  She trailed off in the middle of her sentence, which was understandable since all this time the hand without the microphone had been moving slowly up her leg until now it had reached its target and it was obvious to even the most obtuse viewers that CNN’s star field reporter was playing with herself while broadcasting.  Then she spoke again, gasping out, “This is uuuhhhh … Vicki Thomaaaahhhss … signing oooffff,” before she ran off camera, tearing at her dress.  The last words Garnack and human viewers heard from her before the network cut the feed were her yelling, “My turn, my turn!” from off screen.  Garnack certainly could not have asked for better conformation of his success.

For the first week, all was confusion.  Should women still go to work or stay home?  Authorities in different areas gave different answers, and while the areas where women were told to stay home until this could be figured out were in the majority, the workplaces where the women were still allowed to work were definitely more fun.

The world’s greatest scientists checked over every woman they could in every way they could think of, insisting to them they were sick.  The women insisted that they had never felt better and now how about a little fuck?  The scientists finally had to give up in defeat.  They could find no cause for what was happening, propose no cure. No one could find anything besides the fact that it had not been this way before to indicate that women were not naturally incapable of reasoning beyond the simplest of thoughts or that it was anything but normal for all women older than puberty to have an astronomical increase in their sex drive.
 
Society began to adapt.  To meet their intense desire for constant sex, women everywhere devoted themselves to being as sexually desirable as possible.  Health Clubs everywhere did a land-office business as women worked to get their bodies in shape (and as men tried desperately to keep up with the physical demands their women were now placing on them).

In the workplace, almost all women found their old occupations beyond their new intelligence, which bothered them not at all since they did not want to do those stupid, boring old jobs.  Many became greeters for businesses that dealt with the public, doing whatever they could think of to put the male customers in a good mood.  It was soon discovered that, at least in this area, woman could still think most imaginatively.  Other women became office sex toys, a perk for executives or even manual laborers in the more progressively run companies.  The pay was not good, but the job satisfaction was fantastic.  Soon and inevitably, a hierarchy developed with the more attractive and “talented” women being reserved for the highest executives in the company.

Outside the workplace, most women spent a great deal of time in the brothels that sprang up on every corner, if you could call it a brothel when no money was paid.  In fact, the word “brothel” soon changed its meaning to any location that horny women (or just women, horny women now being a redundant phrase) gathered in a group and attempted to attract men to satisfy their lust.  And if the men were in short supply, the women at least had each other.  These brothels were usually organized as cooperatives, with rent and other expenses paid for by a small contribution from each female member which earned her the right to “work” in the brothel anytime she choose.  Of course the women being utterly incapable of organizing or running anything, each cooperative was run by a man.  He might receive a nominal fee for his services, but this was not the main reason men took on the job.  Instead it was the knowledge of the fierce pride that the women of a brothel took in going to any lengths to please their benefactor.  His women would refuse to let even his slightest desire go unfulfilled and such a man, while in his brothel and surrounded by his harem, could live a life unseen on this Earth since the demise of the great sheikdoms of the Middle East.

A new religion swept the world like wild fire.  Only women were allowed to become members though men were honored and necessary participants in its chief religious rituals.  The chief tenant of the religion was that a woman’s soul, the essence of her being, resided in her pussy, where it longed to serve its master, the male organ.  This longing of the soul resulted in the tremendous desire every woman had to serve and be served by men’s cocks.  So in satisfying their own physical hunger, women were also serving the purpose of their creator, He who had put their soul in their pussy as a sign to them of their purpose in life and had also created the blessed cock to be their master and satisfy their longing.  In other words, God wanted women to fuck their brains out.  Within ten years over 95% the women of the world were card carrying members.

The education system had to be segregated.  Traditional education was out for girls as it overtaxed their new lesser mental capacity and so only confused them, and anyway, women didn’t want to see their girls wasting time on useless book learning when most of their life would be devoted to a certain physical activity.  Instead, the girls’ track centered almost solely on physical education and play until just before puberty.  Then as each girl’s body began to mature, she was placed in a special program of intensive instruction in basic sexual pleasuring techniques and what was called “the art of looking alluring” in preparation for the rapidly approaching day her viewpoint on life would change most dramatically.  While explicit in words and pictures, this program did not involve any actual sex, that pleasure was delayed until the time of what came to be called “The Awakening” actually arrived.  The occurrence of “The Awakening” was now recognized as the greatest single event of a woman’s life, indeed the moment that marked when she truly became a woman, and occasioned much celebrating with friends and family (or at least as much celebrating as could be squeezed in between copious amounts of sex).  Occasionally girls approaching sexual maturity worried if they would know “The Awakening” when it happened, but older girlfriends who had been through it could always reassure them that there was as much chance of missing the force of “The Awakening” when it hit them as there was of not noticing being hit by a freight train.

To explain to younger girls what would happen to them on this day and why mommy was obsessed with that little part that stuck out from men, a new mythical figure was invented, the “sex fairy”.  Girls were told by their parents and teachers that when they got older, the sex fairy would come and touch them with her wand and suddenly they would understand everything, and it would be wonderful.  Later, as each girl started her entering puberty classes on sex and attractiveness, she would be made an initiate into the new religion and told the now almost universally accepted truth among women of how the soul in her pussy was about to break free and reveal to her the true nature and purpose of her existence.

The educational system for boys retained most of its old pre-transformation format, but was heavily revised to put much more emphasis on physical education, which became just as important a part of the curricula as mental education.  After all, when these boys reached their mid-to-late teens, they were going to have to be able to keep up with a population of quite physically active and extremely demanding women.  Boys were also educated in the new enlightened social philosophy that grew up about men’s sexual responsibilities to these frantic women.  Since the happiness of women had come to depend mostly on being fucked by as many men as possible, it became considered the mark of public spiritedness and generosity for a man to live his life bringing happiness to the maximum conceivable number of women.

And so it went.  Ten years after initiating the slut-ray, the human civilization had settled down quite nicely to its new social order, exactly as Garnack had hoped.  The old way was a fading memory and efforts to explain the change were becoming few and far between as men and women now accepted it as only natural and expected for women to live lives of complete enthrallment to their rampant sexual lusts and to find satisfaction to these lusts by serving as men’s devoted fuck bunnies.  Garnack was glad that both men and women seemed genuinely happy with the new way.

Now the crowning triumph of his project was at hand.  He had created a virus which would permanently inbred the changes he had introduced into the female DNA.  It would be released tomorrow and shortly thereafter the satellites and their constant upkeep would no longer be necessary.  The changes he had engineered in the minds of women would now be permanent and hereditary.  This also solved the problem of what would happen when humans became advanced enough for space travel themselves and the men wanted to take their sex toys with them to the stars.

And to top off his success, Garnack had received a signal that a personal emissary from The High One was coming to inspect his progress.  Garnack couldn’t be more pleased.  If this virus worked, and all the tests proved conclusively that it would, the emissary would be able to report that after a couple hundred more years of social advancement this race would be ready to assume its rightful place as a junior member in the Valorium Imporium.  As the one primarily responsible for this happy event, Garnack would be a hero.  In fact, Garnack had been told in the message that if the emissary found the facts as he had reported them, a planetary governorship would be his reward.

Twelve years of hard work had gone into this project so far, and at least two more years would be necessary to insure the virus did its work correctly.  Fourteen long years of his life invested in this planet.  Garnack thought back over what he had achieved.  A race headed for physical annihilation not only saved from that awful fate, but rescued as well from their own depraved social system; now headed towards becoming an accepted member of the civilized races of the galaxy.  A likely planetary governorship for him, just about the highest reward a civilian could hope to achieve.  He tried to imagine any other way he would have preferred to spend these years.  It was impossible, he had done so much good here.  He turned back to study the new release mechanisms for the DNA altering virus but allowed himself one more philosophical thought before returning to work.  “Both the earth people and I are truly blessed to have found each other.”

The End