The
first time a man was asleep after a particular instant -- January 29,
2012, 8:37pm GMT -- he stopped breathing and died. A billion or so men
in Asia just never woke up. Sleepless wives found themselves lying next
to corpses in the dark, while better sleepers made the discovery by
daylight.
By the time the pattern was clear, another billion men
faced a cruel end -- whenever they couldn't hold their eyes open any
longer, they would die. Along with the anguish came a flurry of
activity. Planning for the continuity of society and in some cases the
very survival of their womenfolk gave a purpose to men's final hours.
Hurried instructions were given. Those on how to keep the electrical
power grid operating and the food shipments coming into the cities
saved lives directly. How to run a pizza shop and deliver the US mail
kept things moving smoothly. How to run a marketing campaign, audit tax
returns, test software, install insulation... all would be useful some
day.
Where holes could be dug in backyards, the billions of men
were committed to shallow graves, while mass graves were the only
option in many urban areas.
The police and security functions
largely ceased functioning, but disaster was averted because the bad
guys were just as dead as the enforcers.
The political vacuum
was profound. In many countries the wives of politicians stepped up to
fill their husbands' shoes. But because of the constitutional rules of
succession, Hillary Clinton became President of the United States, not
Michelle Obama. Had the Calamity struck two years earlier, Nancy Pelosi
would have assumed the office.
The
men died, but not the boys. When boys below the age of about 20 woke
up, women discovered that they had become idiots. They had lost their
command of language and abstract thought. Gone were their social
skills, and they came to resemble the autistic in many ways, showing no
sign of affection or attachment to others in their family. They could
often be found staring off into space or examining the pattern in wood
grain. Anything requiring as much discipline and skill as washing
dishes or opening a can to feed themselves was beyond them. They
retained toilet training, but not much more in the way of personal
hygiene.
One thing the boys past the age of puberty retained was
their sex drive. That combined with a total absence of social
inhibitions had predictable results. They didn't have the social skills
to threaten a girl or woman, and if she was strong enough to forcefully
resist they gave up. But they instinctively knew where a woman's vagina
was, and faced with a weak or uncertain resistance, they would
vigorously maneuver their penis to the place it belongs and shove.
Guided by nothing but raw instinct, they ejaculated within seconds.
There was a huge baby boom nine months after the Calamity, for two quite different reasons.
In
men, one common reaction to having only hours to live is to want sex --
and without a condom. Many girlfriends and wives didn't have the heart
to insist on one.
Mothers and sisters were ecstatic when a
teenage boy woke up instead of dying in his sleep. If his desire on
waking was to force his penis into his mother or sister's vagina, that
was emotionally so much preferable to his being dead that she in her
confusion often didn't have the will to resist.
Nell
Johnson had a husband Bill and a 16-year-old son Kevin. When the
emergency bulletins had conveyed the unfolding Calamity, Kevin and Bill
knew they couldn't sleep. Both pulled one all-nighter, but the teenager
couldn't manage a second one. He had dozed off at his desk in the late
afternoon. When Nell found him, she in her panic screamed and shook him
awake. His personality was already transformed, though at that early
stage the nature of the change wasn't well understood. More exhausted
than horny, he had pushed her away with a groan and flopped down on his
bed to fall asleep properly. Relieved that he was at least young enough
to live, she had returned her attention to her distraught husband.
Kevin
had emerged groggily from his room around 6pm and joined his parents in
the living room. He sat next to his mother and matter-of-factly slid
his hand up between her legs, feeling the crotch of her slacks.
"Kevin!" she shouted, pushing his hand away forcefully.
But he didn't answer. He just kept his eyes riveted to her crotch, then tentatively reached out for another feel.
Already
stressed to the limit, Bill exploded, hauling Kevin to his feet and
crunching his fist into his son's jaw, sending him staggering away
crying.
"Bill!" Nell yelled. "No, please!" she groaned, dragging
him away by the hand. Somehow they ended up in the master bedroom, and
she turned to give him a fierce hug.
Bill broke the hug, shut and locked the door, and put his own hand where his son's had been a minute before.
Nell
yielded easily to his desire. He made some halfhearted effort at
foreplay, but Nell felt the need for nothing beyond a little
lubrication. Within a couple minutes she was spread out naked on the
bed, and he mounted her and thrust his cock inside, gasping.
"That feels so good, honey," she whispered after a minute. "I want to feel you come!"
In
seconds she felt his excitement building and saw a faraway look on his
face. And then he came, with his typical big groan. He collapsed on her
for a few seconds before rolling off.
"So tired..." he said.
"Shhhh!" said Nell and snuggled against him.
Within
seconds, he was asleep. His breathing slowed and became regular. A few
seconds later, it stopped. Nell fought back her urge to scream and try
to shake him awake. The news reports had made it plain it would be
pointless. In 15 minutes she was sure he was gone and thought she could
feel his body start cooling noticeably.
Fighting back tears, she got up. She was now a widow, single mother to a retarded son.
The
next day, Nell opened the door for Kate, Kevin's girlfriend. They were
both juniors in high school, and the two had been involved for a little
over a year. Nell liked Kate.
"Hi, Mrs. Johnson."
"Hi, Kate. Oh, it's so terrible, all of this."
"Yeah, I'm just in a daze."
"You want to see Kevin?"
"I guess... Yes! I was so glad to learn he'd survived."
"Don't get your hopes up, though. He's not the same as he was before."
"Yeah, I know."
Nell led Kate down the hall to Kevin's bedroom.
Kevin lay on his back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Kevin, Kate's here to see you," she said quietly.
He
turned when he heard the noise. When he saw Kate in her gray dress, he
sat up and looked at her with interest -- sexual interest. He had been
looking at Nell that way a lot ever since he woke up. Kate's expression
made Nell wince inside -- she was a teenage girl in love, and she was
about to be disappointed. The two teens came together in a hug, but
even as they did Kevin's right hand went straight to Kate's butt.
It
was no secret that the two of them slept together regularly, and Nell
knew Kate was on the pill. She retreated and shut the bedroom door
almost all the way, leaving it open just a crack. She didn't want to
get in the way of sex, if that's what they wanted, but she also didn't
want to abandon Kate.
What Nell heard from the hallway was,
"Kevin!" and some giggles, a few grunts and a big "Aahhhh!" in her
son's baritone voice, and then a,"Kevin? Kevin?" from Kate in softer
tones.
Less than 60 seconds after Nell had pulled the door
mostly shut, Kate opened it and shut it firmly behind her, head down
and tears in her eyes.
"Kate?" asked Nell tentatively as the girl came into the living room. "I'm so sorry ..."
Kate stood a moment, never looking up, then said, "I've got to go now," in a small voice.
"Look, I'm happy to talk any time, OK? I'm sorry."
"Yeah, OK," said Kate softly as she shut the front door behind her.
Nell
knocked on her son's door and paused a moment, waiting by habit for a
response. Hearing none, she opened it and saw immediately why Kate had
shut it behind her.
Her son lay on his back, dressed as before
in T-shirt, shorts, socks and sneakers. But his shorts and briefs were
down around his ankles, his legs were spread wide, and his erect penis
was slick and smeared with clots of semen. It was just beginning to
droop.
What startled Nell was the smile of total contentment on
his face. She hadn't seen such a simple look of happiness on that face
since he was a small boy.
Nell
was a high school guidance counselor at a different school from the one
Kevin and Kate attended. Two days after the Calamity, the school was a
completely different place. Half the teachers and administrators were
dead. Some of the women teachers came in, while others were trying to
fill their husband's shoes in jobs that were more vital to the
immediate functioning of society. Some girls came in and some stayed
home for similar reasons. Many of the retarded boys were delivered to
school because their mothers needed them out of the way and were
desperate for a place to put them.
The boys were suddenly
totally incapable of the first grade curriculum, let alone anything
taught in high school. Of more immediate concern, the male half of the
student body was actively, physically trying to get into the pants of
the other half. The desire was nothing new, but the boys had lost all
their inhibitions. If that thing over there looked female, a boy's
urgent impulse was to get that cloth out of the way to expose her cunt
so he could fuck it.
"John, you're being very naughty!" Nell
heard as she came around a bend in the corridor. John's pants and
briefs were down to mid-thigh, his erect cock standing out boldly. Lisa
was standing against the wall, and John was feeling up under her dress.
But Lisa was smiling and actually holding her dress up out of the way.
John pressed in against her, cock aiming right up to Lisa's vagina.
"John!" said Nell in a sharp voice.
John didn't even look at her. Lisa looked flustered for just a moment, then said, "Oh, it's OK. I don't mind! He can't help it!"
And
as Nell watched, John's penis tip found the feminine folds it sought
and burrowed in. Seconds later he gasped, and Lisa gave a delighted
laugh as she beheld his orgasming face.
Nell realized she had
been frozen in place for several seconds watching. "Come on, John, pull
yours pants up, and off to your room now!" she said. She had to pull
his pants up herself and pushed him along gently.
The teachers,
all women of course, decided that segregation was called for. The boys
were herded into classrooms guarded by teachers and a few brave girls.
Nell
reflected on Lisa's reaction to her hallway quickie. She had left
giggling. She was a chubby and unattractive girl. John was a popular
athlete, and getting him to make love to her -- or even just fuck her
-- in the old days wouldn't have been a possibility. Nell knew Lisa had
some psychological difficulties, so she wasn't too surprised she had
yielded to John's outrageous advances.
After
finishing the dinner clean-up that night, Nell looked at Kevin sitting
in the living room, staring off blankly into space. Her wonderful,
intelligent, exasperating teenage son was gone. Who was this boy who
was left? How could she make him happy?
She smiled as she
thought of his dreamy expression after getting his rocks off in his
girlfriend's pussy the other day. That was how to make him happy! Yeah,
"Come on, Kevin, fuck mama like a good boy!"
It was unthinkable. Unthinkable because...
She
was married. No wait, actually, she was widowed. Hopping into bed with
someone else a week after her husband's death might seem a little
hasty, but it wasn't actually breaking any vow.
He was her son,
so it would be incest. She was still on the pill. She could have quit
the day after Bill died, but amid the chaos around her, keeping her
hormonal balance steady had seemed prudent. So there was no danger of
incest-related birth defects, or even an unwanted pregnancy.
She could go to jail. Hardly likely. He wasn't going to tell!
It
would mess him up psychologically. Ha! He didn't have enough mental
subtlety to get messed up. He didn't give any sign he knew who she was.
Just some person -- well, he definitely understood she was female.
Before, at his most rebellious, he had shot her looks that could kill,
he had given her the silent treatment, and he had yelled at her. But he
had never looked at her with the emotional indifference he showed now.
What
about her? It was scandalous to go to bed with a boy so much younger
than her. But there were no men anywhere near her age any more.
Anywhere. If she ever slept with a man again, it would have to be a
boy. So she would just never have sex again. That thought raced through
her like panic. Never to feel a man possess her again? She could
masturbate all she wanted, but never to feel the male body on, around
and in her?
Looking at his freshness and youth made her pussy
surge with warmth. She had loved Bill, and of course she had learned to
love his modest paunch that grew up over time. But here in front of her
was a male specimen without an ounce of fat anywhere.
But how
could she sleep with her son? What would that do to him? She'd been
over that already -- it would do nothing bad to him. He didn't know she
was his mother. And if he didn't view her as his mother, why did she
have to view him differently just because he was her son?
The
girl Lisa's reaction came back to her. John had wanted to mate and she
had let him -- it wasn't much more complicated than that. If John had
still been a full human being, the social context would have been
entirely different. He would have been taking advantage of a girl,
offering her no conversation, no kiss, no affection -- and certainly no
noticeable sexual pleasure. He would have been risking both of their
reputations doing it in such a public place. He would probably have
boasted of his conquest, getting as much joy from the conquest as the
act itself.
But none of those things were true. John had been
like an animal, trying to reproduce with a female of his own species.
Lisa had answered, taking delight in playing the role of the female: a
simple sperm receptacle.
She just stared at her spaced-out son and her mind went blank.
After
Nell got ready for bed that night, she lay in bed and masturbated. Her
nipples stood up alertly and her pussy got wet and stretchy as she
thought of her son.
She put a nightgown on, but nothing else, and went to her son's bed -- a queen-sized bed, big enough for their purposes.
"Wake
up, Kevin," she said, and he woke easily enough. She helped him out of
his T-shirt and briefs as she tossed aside her own nightgown.
Kevin's cock pulsed to life strongly as he saw what was being offered.
Nell looked carefully at his bright face as he mounted her. She guided his cock to her pussy opening and he pushed in.
"Aaahhhhh!" he moaned with ecstasy.
She
had a brief flashback to the time over 16 years earlier when that cock
had come sliding out of her as a very incidental appendage to the rest
of him. Now it was sliding back in, not at all incidental.
"Unnh, unnnh, unnnh," he grunted, then "Ooooohhhh!"
After
five quick strokes he began coming; after 20 he pulled out and lay
beside her, total satisfaction and delight covering his face. She felt
a flash of anger that he had done nothing to give her pleasure. It was
irrational, of course -- he couldn't.
It couldn't have been two minutes later that she saw him looking her up and down intently, cock hard once more.
She
lay back to receive him once more, this time focusing on the
deliciousness of the male body that was mating with hers. He pounded
her for two minutes, and she began to feel definite sexual pleasure. A
muscular man's body was lying on her, insinuating its special mating
prong into the special canal she had for no other reason than to
receive it. She gave him a vaginal squeeze and was delighted to see his
face scrunch up in pleasure and pump her even faster and deeper.
Seconds later he came.
He fell asleep beside her as she drowsed
herself. She woke feeling him nudge her onto her back once more, and
glancing at the clock saw they had slept for the better part of an
hour. This time he fucked her for twenty minutes. When he rose to his
orgasm, she rose with him, and found herself grunting, getting in touch
with her own animal self. They both gasped in sexual release,
celebrating the deposit of a third load of sperm inside her pussy.
None
of the boys could care for themselves, and they couldn't keep
themselves safe. In the old days, they would have been put in
institutions. The teenage boys had an additional problem: they were
actively antisocial, liable to sexually harass every female of
reproductive age they came into contact with.
The teachers
turned half of Nell's school into an institution for boys. Mattresses
were hurriedly brought in and arrangements made for the delivery of
three meals a day. More permanent arrangements for a real institution
would be made later, but mothers with teen sons had an urgent need.
This was where they were used to leaving their sons, and they
transformed the existing social network to meet the need.
Heather
Collins used to dream of a world without men. Had she ever wished for
it? Yeah, she had on occasion, after all the shit she got from them.
She was a fat bull dyke, not the kind of girl the men were very kind
to. But she wasn't going to feel guilty about exasperated wishes in
passing that men would just all drop dead. It wasn't her fault.
But
she never in a million years would have dreamed of the role she had
now. She had been a German teacher, but now she was headmistress for a
reform school for retarded teen boys. Headmistress wasn't the right
word. She was more like head of security.
She hadn't had any
brothers and had only known men and boys at social distances. Now she
was living with a hundred and fifty boys who didn't have any social
inhibitions, and she was becoming intimately familiar with the male
body. They got erections a lot, and they didn't see any need to hide
them.
The math teacher Mary Hernandez had raised three sons
herself, and she said she was surprised that the guys never
masturbated. She thought it was because of a lack of imagination. Like
animals, the boys were attracted to actual females they could mate
with, but they didn't fantasize about them. Heather could see their
penises pulse to erection as they looked at her or one of the other
women sometimes. Sometimes their fingers played over their bulging
cocks, but it never led to systematic rubbing motions.
Yeah, she noted, their penises pulsed to life looking at her.
She found it amusing that half of them would presumably fuck her if she
let them -- she never had so much male attention in her life. She
guessed it was a little flattering, at some level. But she had no
interest whatsoever herself.
Even in their horniness the boys
didn't use their full strength to try to mate. She and the other women
fended off advances with a sharp tone of voice and firm motions -- it
also helped that none of them was exactly a nubile bombshell. But
Heather was the one they turned to if a boy got out of line. She
brought more size and strength to the physical side of the equation.
There
was a moment of silence as Shelley cut the car motor. Nancy was in the
passenger seat, Rachel and Tara in the back. It was 1:30 in the
morning. They were at the service entrance to the school, and Nancy
knew how to sneak in.
"We're horny!"
"We want to get laid!"
"They've locked up all the cocks! Let's liberate some!"
It was a mild February evening, and each of the girls had a loose dress on.
"Bras?"
"Missing!" chorused the other three voices.
"Panties?"
"Missing!" they shouted together.
"Female condoms?"
"In place!" "Got it." "It's not going anywhere."
"Lubrication?"
"Natural!"
"Copious!" "You bet!" they all hollered, giggling, one hand up under
each dress to check and fondle a few strokes more.
They followed Nancy through the service entrance and back storeroom into the hall of the arts wing.
Exchanging excited glances just outside the music room door, they let themselves in and shut the door quietly behind them.
There
they were. Nineteen teenage boys, on mattresses on the floor. Some had
sheets over them. Some had T-shirts or briefs on, but some did not.
Three cocks were in plain view, two of them limp but one erect. Tara
pointed at it and made a panting face.
The four of them pulled
off their dresses and tossed them by the door. Tara sat on the mattress
next to the prize cock that was ready and waiting. She paused a moment
before gently shaking its owner's shoulder.
The boy woke up, saw
her, and grinned at her pussy. Tara lay back and spread her legs. The
boy rolled over onto her and slid his ready organ in. He made a dozen
quick thrusts, then gave a big "Ooohhhhh!" before rolling off.
"Yes!"
said Tara quietly with a big smile. She had been blocking on his name,
and now it came to her: Colin. "What are you guys waiting for?" she
asked her friends, who were just standing there naked.
"Oh!"
they heard from across the room. A red-haired boy they didn't recognize
rose and came towards them hurriedly. Tara was the one whose twat
looked easiest to get at, and he started orienting to that.
"No, me!" said Nancy, and lay back on the bottom of the first boy's mattress.
The red-haired boy was happily redirected. He sank his cock into Nancy's open vagina and made a loud, "Unnnhhhhh!" as he came.
The noise woke some of the other boys, and their excited noises woke the rest.
In no time all of the boys were scrambling for position in a vagina.
"Oh,
this is so great!" said Shelley as she felt a cock stuff her pussy. It
shoved ten times before its owner gasped and she felt the meat twitch
inside. He collapsed on her as a dead weight. She nudged him off so she
could breathe, but realized she was being assisted by another boy who
was eager for his turn. As she watched, a jet of white shot out the end
of this new cock, then another and another. Gobs of the stuff, spent in
premature ejaculation. His failure to connect didn't seem to bother
him. His limp and happy form was easily nudged aside by a third boy,
tense and excited. His penis looked big on the way in, and the
stretching in her pussy confirmed that this was a huge one! It sprouted
from between the legs of Bob, a quiet gangly kid.
The dimly lit
room was alive with erotic sounds: rustling, the slapping of flesh on
flesh, grunts and moans from the boys and higher-pitched sighs and
giggles from the girls.
"That clock on the wall says 1:48," said Rachel. "I was a virgin at 1:41 when we came in, and now four guys have done it to me!"
"I've had five."
"Four, plus one who didn't last long enough to get it into me."
"Six."
"Well aren't you cool!"
"Wait,
that's four and five makes nine, and five makes fourteen, and then six
makes twenty." Rachel sat up and counted. "There's only nineteen guys
here. Does that mean one of them's already done it twice?"
"No, when I said five, I meant five lifetime, including when I used to do it with Adam."
"OK, that's nineteen. Did everyone else count right?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"So is that it? They've all shot their wads?" said Nancy with a trace of disappointment.
"I see Alan's cock is hard again," said Shelley.
"You think he's gonna want to?"
Shelley got up and sat on his mattress, reaching out to gently stroke the firm organ.
"Unnhh!" grunted Alan, pressing Shelley onto her back.
"Looks like it!" said Shelley, spreading her legs cooperatively.
Other cocks were rising. "Can you do me from the rear, Dave?" Tara asked. "Oh yeah, I guess he can't talk..."
But
Dave had no trouble figuring out the geometry presented by Tara's
upturned ass. She laughed. "That's cool! I feel really stuffed."
"Hey, they don't come as quick the second time, I guess? Does that make sense?"
"Yeah, I'd heard that."
"Whoa! Say, who had Bob before? He's huge!"
"Me -- isn't it great?"
"I guess... maybe I'm not quite as big down there as you. It sure is... intense."
"You
don't even know who I am, Jim, do you? We were friends back in third
grade. I'd always kind of hoped... Oh, it feels so good..." Nancy's
voice trailed off.
"Aaahhhh!" said Tara. "I had an orgasm. Keith's been going in me for a couple minutes. How many times has he done it before?"
"He did me the first time."
"And he did me."
"So it's his third, I guess. Do you see how happy they look? It's amazing."
"Yeah, like little kids."
"Don't you love the smell in here?"
"It smells like sex, that's for sure... Take a sniff of what's in your pussy..."
"Oh, that's so cool."
More
time passed, cocks were inserted into different pussies and humped in
and out with youthful enthusiasm. Dave grunted his orgasm, giving more
spurts to the female condom nestled inside Rachel's vagina. She said,
"That's ten... I think I've had enough. I'm kind of sore."
"Not me! I want more... I was so close to coming when Stu shot his wad..."
"Maybe Dave?"
"Maybe. We've tuckered a bunch of them out, you see."
Five of the boys were sleeping on their mattresses.
"No!" said Rachel firmly, pushing Bob away. "I don't want to do it."
Nancy
said, "Is Bob hard again? I'd love to get him in me again. Just a
minute, Bob." A boy named Hal was mounted on her, humping away.
"They don't know their names."
"Come
on, Hal," said Nancy quietly. "Give me another squirt, OK? Let it all
out..." In a louder voice, she said, "He's been rowing away here for
ten minutes now, and... I really want Bob again... God, what a slut I
am!"
They all laughed. "We're in touch with our female sexuality and satisfying our natural urges."
"We're sluts."
"Well, if it's Hal," said Rachel. "You think we could get his cock out of you and into me?"
"I thought you said you were done."
"Well, I don't know, Hal's kind of small and he does it gently."
"OK, it's a deal."
"Look, Hal, see Rachel? Her pussy's open. Right there." Nancy pushed Hal off of her.
"Nnnnhhhh!" protested the boy whose biology demanded he not depart a vagina before he had splooshed it.
"No, look, there's another pussy, right there! See how wet and wonderful it is."
Hal's face lit up as he saw his new prize and buried his little cock to the hilt in Rachel's vaginal space.
"Kind of like a child, right? You distract him from one thing with another..."
"I
always had a crush on Hal," said Rachel, looking up tenderly at the
sex-drenched face of the boy above him, rutting away in her.
"Have you had an orgasm yet?" asked Tara.
"No..."
"Try using your fingers down there."
"Oh, wow, you're right! Oh, Hal... I'm going to come with you making love to me... Ahhh, yes, YES! Mmmmm."
"Let's
see if I can get Bob to fuck me from the rear... Oh yeah! That's not a
skill he needs to be taught. Shit is he big! And he's getting me so
deep!"
Hal let out a whimper and rolled off of Rachel.
"He came! Oh, goody, Hal! See, Nancy, you just needed a little more patience."
"Whatever... Oh, shit, Bob, oh Christ, wow..."
"No!" said Rachel to another boy who was trying to mount her. "Look, I'm going to wait out in the hall."
"OK,
we'll be done soon -- I think," said Tara. "I'm going to see if Zach
will let me mount him... That's right, Zach. There you go... Oh, wow,
you should have seen his face when I impaled myself..."
Rachel
put her dress back on and opened the door. As she shut it behind her,
she froze in terror as she felt a hand cover her mouth.
"Keep quiet and I'll let you go, OK?"
Rachel nodded quickly. It was Mrs. Collins.
"I just didn't want to disturb the others. Looks like you've been having fun," she said good-naturedly.
"Oh, um, are we in trouble?"
"I
don't see any reason to say anything if you won't. I bet those guys
will be the happiest boys in school for days. There's so little they
seem to want otherwise..."
Mrs. Collins had resumed her position, leaning against the door, peering in through its small window.
As
I write it is five weeks since the Calamity began. People ask me how I
can possibly be talking about sex at a time like this. Children in
isolated pockets are still starving and dying for want of medical care.
Womankind is going crazy just trying to put the world back together.
I
can talk about sex because among the survivors are boys -- horny boys.
I have a 16-year-old son named Kevin. He fell asleep and woke up again
before his father went to sleep for the last time, so one of the last
things my husband experienced was seeing his son trying to get his hand
into his wife's pants. Fortunately the very last thing he experienced
was the fruits of getting his own hand into those same pants. I chose
that outcome, but it was psychologically painful for me. At the same
time it was the very best I could do in the impossible situation I was
in. I gather many other men fell into their last sleep straight from
post-orgasmic bliss.
Three days later I invited my son to have
sex with me because as far as I could tell, that was all he wanted to
do in life. He barely got it into me the first time before he came.
Five minutes later he lasted maybe a minute, and then the third time
was a respectable-length act of intercourse. Then he seemed satisfied
and didn't try to get at my pussy until the following evening.
Remember
the situation: All the men of the world are dead. The boys live, but
some night around the age of 18 or 20, they too will go to sleep and
never wake up. The boys all have enormous cognitive and social
impairments. They don't understand language and don't know their own
names. They don't recognize their own family members -- not even their
own mothers, God damn it! A boy who has reached puberty does recognize
the female of his species and has a strong desire to mate with her,
including his own mother. The semen seems normal and is probably
capable of impregnation.
We have a world that can survive, ladies. Big boys are eager to perform the one service that we cannot perform for ourselves.
My
son has a one-track mind. He munches impassively on food he used to
love. He watches TV in much the same way a cat watches TV. Show him a
female, though, and his eyes light up, his cock swells, and he finds
ecstasy in unloading his sperm in a vagina. This I know from
experience, and I know my boy is typical.
Horny boys without
social skills or inhibitions will try to mate with any females they can
find. To keep the peace, post-pubertal boys are corralled in
institutions and guarded. I have an eyewitness report to an incident
that happened at one such institution. Four enterprising horny girls
broke into their former school in the middle of the night. Outfitted
with female condoms (good thinking!) they invaded a room housing 19
high school boys. They then let the boys mate with them. The girls
lasted an hour and a half before deciding they had had enough. A couple
boys were still up for doing it a 6th or 7th or 8th time -- the girls
lost track -- but by then most were asleep with smiles on their faces.
And everyone remarked how happy those boys seemed throughout the entire
next day.
In the old world, the one that is no more, sex was
part of a vast dance. For us women, sex was leverage. In the very old
days: No sex before marriage, and no marriage before a man showed he
could be a stable provider. In more modern times: No sex outside of a
relationship, and no relationship until a man could convince us over
the course of several dates that he wanted more and would want to keep
getting together. Within a marriage: No sex until the garbage was out,
beer cans cleaned up, and a promise made to take us to the opera.
Whatever; you remember.
In that world, men had a great deal of
power, and one of our weapons was the ability to withhold sex. In this
world men -- which means boys -- have no power whatsoever, and sex has
no leverage. I could either spread my legs for my son and watch ecstasy
play across his face, or I could watch him stare vacantly out the
window. I could not get him to do the dishes by offering nookie as a
reward. I let my son have sex with me because it's what he wants. It's
what he needs.
I actually found an improvement on my plan, a way
to satisfy my son without incest. I have a friend Sally (not her real
name) who has a 15-year-old daughter Margaret and sons Eliot and Jason
who are 13 and 11. Eliot with his groping and humping motions was
annoying Sally and driving Margaret crazy. I never expected to find out
what a 13-year-old boy was like in bed, but now I know. Eliot's biology
works perfectly, and his face is just as ecstatic as Kevin's when he
satisfies his desires. Now Kevin finds his satisfaction between Sally's
legs and looks just as happy as before.
Eliot lives with me now.
Sally comes over to visit him and satisfy Kevin. Margaret claims to be
as horrified by the thought of sex with Kevin as with her own brothers,
but I can tell from her face that other forces are at work too. We'll
see. I'll admit that without old feelings about incest clouding my
head, I enjoy sex with Eliot more than I did with Kevin.
Our new
boys have a purity to their animal nature. They find hand jobs and blow
jobs irritating and will struggle against those forms of stimulation.
They have eyes for only one thing: vagina. They have no concept of
trying to hold back, and unless they've just come recently, they'll
ejaculate within seconds of penetration.
That was another form
of leverage we had, of course: If a man couldn't satisfy us or at least
convince us he was doing his best, we'd dump him or grant him the most
minimal conjugal rights. There is no such leverage with the boys.
In
the old days, we taught our boys that they could expect to satisfy
their sexual urges as one small part of being a man. Today, satisfying
their sexual urges is the near sum total of their destiny. It is who
they are: copulating machines. In the old days, I would be guilty of a
crime for spreading my legs for young Eliot. I suppose I still am,
technically, but I feel confident no one's going to come after me for
it.
Mothers: I think you should look hard into your son's eyes
and see who he truly is. You should then invite females of whatever age
to offer themselves for sex with him. Your son's consent lies in his
actions, but every boy I know of will copulate with anything that has
breasts, and it will bring him ecstasy.
I've been speaking so
far as a mother, thinking about my son. What about the woman's point of
view, especially women who have no bonds to particular teenage boys?
Those
of us who were in marriages or long-term relationships have to mourn
the individual men we knew. We as womankind must mourn the loss of the
very institution of marriage or even the concept of long-term
heterosexual partnership. Those of us with any bisexual tendencies have
the strongest possible incentive to explore them. Friendship with other
women is the only form of friendship there is any more.
But for
a lot of us, sex without a male just isn't sex. Those of us who were
sexually active can expect to start feeling sexually frustrated.
Now
I've warned you that a teenage boy isn't going to be a great lover. He
will do nothing clever with his fingers, nothing exquisite with his
tongue. He won't even kiss you, and he'll come in seconds. But if you
let him do it over and over again, he's likely to last a while during
the later bouts. For some women that will be enough to achieve
satisfaction (I'm fortunate to be one of them). Others may need some
sort of hybrid approach involving their own fingers or a vibrator or
what have you.
I think back to when I lost my virginity. It
didn't hurt -- I guess my hymen had disappeared earlier or else I just
never had much of one. I didn't feel much pleasure, maybe because I was
so nervous. I think my dear, earnest Jon lasted a mere minute. But I'll
never forget how it felt to have his weight on me, covering me, his
mysterious and magical penis probing, filling, then stuffing my vagina,
his male smell, his grunts, his urgency, the pleasure on his face. That
was something I needed to be complete as a woman. Later I could
experience the exact same things and feel resentful that a man wasn't
attuned to my pleasure. But I rediscovered the magic of the original
with Kevin and then Eliot. Knowing my partner is incapable of caring
about my pleasure, I can fully appreciate that more primitive form of
sex once more.
Two older women I've discussed these ideas with
have been surprised to find themselves interested in exploring sex once
more. One in particular said that layers of ego, worry about whether
anyone appropriate would find her attractive, concern about how she
ought to feel, contempt for any man who would want to just have sex --
all combined to make her tuck sex away as one of life's vanished
possibilities. Now she's not so sure. If a teen boy just didn't find
her attractive, that would sting a little, but at least there would be
no humiliation in it, since seeking or even perceiving her distress is
beyond his cognitive capacity. On the other hand, if he did have sex
with her, she wouldn't worry that he was just doing it out of pity,
perhaps suppressing disgust.
I'm not saying any woman should
have sex with my son unless she wants to. It's a personal thing. One
thing we won't miss is male coercion in any aspect of our lives, and no
woman needs me stepping in to coerce on my son's behalf.
But I
think it would be healthy to consider it. The other half of the species
-- the ones with the outies that fit in our innies -- like to fuck us.
No complications and no strings attached. It's fun to be fucked
sometimes -- it feels good and it feels right. Let's be cougars --
we're either cougars or nuns.
It is also the only way I'm going
to have any grandchildren. You won't get a dime of child support out of
me, but you're welcome to my son's genetic material.
It will be
interesting to see how the numbers play out. It looks like boys will be
sexually active for about 7 years, from age 13 until they die around
age 20. We women could be active from 13 through -- let's say 73, for a
total of 60. That's eight years of female sexuality for every year of
male. Of course we women have the world to run, and the boys have
nothing on their agendas except fucking us.
I foresee a big
shift. In these first few weeks, our teen boys have caused a lot of
distress trying to get into the panties of every female they see. We're
herding them together to keep their unwanted advances at bay. But in
truth, the world is awash in panties whose owners could use some
groping, prodding and fucking. Instead of boys getting their hands
slapped, I see a world where we females will not get to see real live
penises all that often. When we do, we'll look mournfully at their limp
condition, then celebrate when one pulses to life and drills us. Our
enterprising quartet of horny girls who got 19 guys to fuck them over
and over again will have a tale to tell their granddaughters. To them
it will seem like a dream of unimaginable riches.
I see my son sleeping in a different bed each night. Is one of them yours?
Nell opened the door to find a woman and adolescent boy.
"Oh, he's grown so much!"
The sandy-haired youth was 13 years old, and his eyes went straight to the hem of Nell's dress, his hands quickly following.
"And he's already mating, I see?"
"Yep! Thought you might be surprised," said the boy's mother Alice.
"Let's see what you've got, Lewis." Then to the woman, she said, "You'll excuse us a moment?"
"Of course, take your time!"
Nell led the boy to her bedroom and shut the door.
She held him at bay long enough to get him out of his T-shirt, shorts and briefs. She didn't bother with the sneakers.
"OK, little man, let's see what you've got."
She stepped out of her panties, then lay back, hitching up her dress.
He launched himself onto her, and she guided his smallish but stiff penis to her pussy.
"Oh, oh, oh, OOHHH!" said her grandson as he penetrated and thrust, ejaculating five seconds after entering her.
She wasn't even lubricated, so his quick fuck stung and hurt. But she liked it, feeling it as part of stark, primitive mating.
She beamed at his face, awash in ecstasy as he lay panting beside her.
She
had 30 grandchildren, all between the ages of 11 and 13, among them two
sets of twins. She hadn't realized how influential her posting would
be, so many years before. Using scheduling software, her son was indeed
in a different bed every night, and she gave priority to women who said
they wanted his baby. Kevin had died right after fathering the second
set of twins. The women joked that sleeping with 19-year-olds was a bit
like musical chairs. You never knew when the music would stop and you'd
be stuck with a corpse. But it was worth it.
Lewis was her third
grandson who had gotten old enough to be sexually active. Tom's mother
had offered to let her take his virginity when he was 12, but Nell
thought a boy's first time should be with a hot young girl, not an old
lady like her. But she had enjoyed being fucked once more by her own
kin when he got around to her.
She had visited with her
granddaughters frequently during their childhoods. From those first
sociable smiles, the girls had personalities and you could build a
relationship with them -- just like she had with Kevin, before the
Calamity. Tears welled up in her eyes briefly. Boys today weren't very
rewarding. They didn't give social smiles as infants, and they pretty
much just sat around until puberty. Now began those precious few years
when Lewis would be passionate about something -- sex.
"OK,
Lewis, let's go back out and see your mom," she said, taking him by the
hand and leading him back to the living room. She didn't bother to get
him dressed again.
Nell and Alice chatted for several minutes before Lewis started staring at Nell's crotch and getting an erection.
"Good recovery, too!" said Nell.
"Yes."
"Would you mind letting him do it to you? I'd enjoy seeing that."
"Oh, sure, no problem."
"A few people still insist on modesty, that's why I asked," she said.
"Of course," said Alice. "Me, Lewis. Me, this time." To Nell she said, "From the rear?" "Yeah, that would be nice!"
Alice
pulled down her jeans and panties and knelt on the floor right in front
of Nell. The older woman would get a nice side-on view from three feet
away.
"Come on, honey, do it to momma," said Alice playfully.
Lewis needed no encouragement. He grabbed his mother's hips and plunged in, fucking with a vengeance.
Nell found herself getting hot and wet watching the scene of raw sex in front of her.
Lewis shouted as he held himself deep within his mother, spurting her with his essence.
Twenty
minutes later he got hard again, and this time Nell lay back on the
sofa and let Lewis have at her. She delighted in the feel of his flesh
above her and the expression of youthful lust and delight on his face.
The two women kept chatting while Lewis fucked away.
After half an hour, Nell said, "Excuse me a moment, I'm going to concentrate..."
"Oh, sure, no problem!" said Alice.
Lewis's
thrusting had Nell very aroused, and now she looked at her grandson's
lust-driven, sweaty face and squeezed with her vagina.
Lewis squeaked and groaned and started ramming his grandmother in a frenzy.
"Yes, Lewis, yes, that's it," said Nell, following the boy's excitement.
"Aaarrrgggghhh!" he screeched, and as she felt his cock swell and spurt, her own orgasm shook her. Such a sweet grandson!
Soon he and his cousins would be doing that in fertile vaginas and she would be a great-grandmother many times over!