Albrecht
Smith was the master of genetic performance art, and manipulated the
human genome in certain isolated populations to create "interesting
effects". In this case he changed men so that they could not ejaculate
except in the vaginas of young girls during the fertile phases for a
year or two after puberty, during which times they gave off a
distinctive alluring smell. He eliminated all STDs. And in typical
Smith fashion, he made it hard to leave the game: Men get very ill if
they went too long without ejaculating, and the only permanent cure was
castration. To see the development he wanted, he had the effects come
on slowly.
At
first men were reluctant to admit it. They had sex with their wives,
their erections were fine, they felt as much pleasure as ever, but they
had more and more trouble coming. Many sought out doctors, who very
quickly found it was a nearly-universal phenomenon. Frustrated men
sought out other women to see if they could restore their masculinity,
but to no avail. They also started getting increasingly uncomfortable.
In any society there are many men who do not regularly have
intercourse; some just have lost interest in sex and stopped thinking
about it. Some have pledged themselves to celibacy. Others relieve
their need by occasional or frequent masturbation. But they all became
increasingly aware of their genitals and a growing discomfort. For boys
the problem started at puberty.
Not many girls who are just
getting their periods engage in sex, normally. Some do because they are
the victims of abuse. Abusers of these girls discovered they could
still ejaculate just fine on certain days, but were not eager to
publicize this because it would require admitting to their abuse.
Initial rumors of the special power of these young girls came from boys
of roughly the same age who were having sex with them. Not only was
John having sex with Sonya, but he was actually ejaculating inside her
sometimes! His pal Mark was having pain in his testicles and hadn't
been able to come with the girls he knew, so John cajoled Sonya into
letting Mark do her, and he actually came! Sonya had no desire to be a
slut, so she did not consent to any more boys -- but some found her and
when she had that delicious smell they raped her. Indignantly she
reported it and got sent to the emergency room for tests. Males passing
nearby could smell her, and while many gritted their teeth and ignored
this temptation to relieve the discomfort they were feeling, a few went
ahead and raped her too, and the others got to see how relieved those
men were. Once the barrier to rape had broken down, and men were doing
it without punishment, the floodgates opened. If a girl had already
been raped by five men, all of whom felt ecstatic as their pain left
them, the temptation for the next man to rape her became irresistible.
In a middle school, uncomfortable boys could smell a girl as she
passed, and she was irresistible to some. And once a couple boys raped
her, the temptation to join in was very high. Chaos reigned.
So
girls stayed home during the middle of their cycles. But a father and a
brother who were uncomfortable could smell her, and the temptation was
strong. Some of the girls also understood how uncomfortable their
fathers and brothers were and volunteered or at least reluctantly
consented. But most didn't, and some fathers and brothers didn't
respect the girl's wishes.
Society then cleaved strongly along
gender lines. Women gathered young girls to protect them. Men got more
uncomfortable, and some got sex but most didn't. A great many had
themselves castrated, though that was obviously a terrible step to
take. Some who didn't died. Men sought out the female bastions and
stormed them. There were deaths. Capturing a ripe young girl, groups of
men would rape her until they were all satisfied. Within a day or two
she didn't help them any more, but they kept her because she would come
around in another month -- if she didn't get pregnant. They gathered
collections of girls. Other men who were near agony learned of these
collections and attacked to get access, leading to pitched battles.
Many young girls committed suicide.
Martial law was declared.
Out of the chaos, through many skirmishes, protests, and unworkable
schemes, a stable system finally developed.
Ellen
had just gotten her first period, and along with the yuckiness of the
blood and the pain of the cramps, she felt sick anticipating what would
come next. When she told her mother she had gotten it, her mother
hugged her and Ellen burst into tears. Her mother held her for a long
while. Cramps and yucky blood were no worse than they always are for
girls, but in about two weeks her sex life would begin in a manner that
every girl dreaded. As soon as her period stopped, she started using a
dildo until she was large enough for a rather large penis. She would
not feel physical pain on penetration, a small but real comfort for the
indignity she would have to suffer.
Jason
was 45, and his discomfort was turning to pain. His testicles hurt,
because last month his allotment ran out ten days before the end of the
month. He had sex with his wife Jan when she really wanted to,
including last night. The sensations were pleasurable, despite the ache
he was feeling, but of course he couldn't come, which was frustrating.
His email was set to tell him if a suitable mate became available, and
Saturday morning when he heard the "new mail" tone, he raced to look.
He clicked through to the site, took a quick peek at the girl and
clicked the "Yes" button, then took off in his car. The GPS directed
him to her, a mere five minutes away. It was a private home, and when
he arrived there were already a dozen cars parked outside. He parked,
got out and ran to the door, beating out someone walking more slowly. A
man came out the door, breathing a little heavily still, with a smile
on his face. This girl was only allowed to hold court in her house
because there was sufficient parking nearby. Most girls went to
facilities designed just for the purpose, small buildings surrounded by
large parking lots.
In the living room were a half dozen men,
none talking. One was getting dressed. Two were undressing, and three
were naked. Against one of the walls were some still pictures of porn,
men with adolescent girls, and on a large-screen TV a porn movie with
the same theme was playing. The naked men were fondling themselves,
looking at the movie. A rather hefty man and a shorter bald man had
erections, a third older guy was working at it. A far door in the room
was tended by a doorkeeper, a man with an official badge and a
handheld. "Name?" he called across the room. "Jason". He started
undressing. Then the far door opened and a naked man came out, panting,
with a softening penis. The hefty man immediately went through and
closed it behind him. The doorkeeper spoke to the one who had just come
out. "One minute, thirty seconds". That man nodded, smiled a little,
and collapsed on a sofa. The man with the handheld said "Carl next,
Eric to follow". After a minute or so the man who had collapsed on the
couch started getting dressed. Jason's penis was responding splendidly
to the porn. The hefty man came out a bit later, and while Carl rushed
in, the doorkeeper said "Four minutes, ten seconds". The hefty man
looked a little disappointed as he collapsed on the couch. He waited a
little longer before getting dressed to leave. Finally it was Jason's
turn.
Inside the room was a naked girl. She was lying on a
special bed with her legs apart. The girl was fairly small, with small
breasts and hips that were wider than a boy's, but not by much. She had
a mane of blonde hair above, some dark pubic hair fuzz. There were
tears in her eyes, and she looked kind of dazed. Jason knelt to put his
nose to the sacred spot between her legs, and smelled that amazing
wonderful smell available nowhere else on earth. A thrill possessed his
loins. Then he lifted himself up on the bed, and lowered his body,
sliding through her slick labia into her vagina. He slid in deliciously
until the whole length of his penis had disappeared inside her. He
started thrusting, and let out some grunts as his pleasure built. He
could see his shaft disappearing between this girl's legs, up into her
body, faster and faster. Then he climaxed with something between a roar
and a shout. The first spurt was painful because it had so much semen
in it, straining against his inner membranes as his muscles shot it
out. The next two were also copious. And the relief in his testicles
was enormous. But he didn't want to linger in the afterglow. It was
important to get out of the room to let the next man in as soon as
possible to keep his time down. As he pulled his penis out, plenty of
fluid came with it and ran between the girl's legs. The special bed had
a hole under the spot with a pot to catch what dripped or flowed out.
There
was another person in the room, whose presence he had been aware of all
along, an older woman holding the girl's hand because it was her first
time. That in itself was exciting. She said "Watch how loud you shout".
Jason nodded, opened the door and staggered out, another man rushing
in. "52 seconds", said the man with the handheld device. That was a
record for him and would be helpful. He collapsed on the sofa long
enough to reflect on the intensity of the pleasure he had felt, but
even more important the lightness -- the pain in his testicles was gone.
The
woman glanced down to see that the semen running out of Ellen had
coated the bottom of the pot after only an hour. The semen delivered
into Ellen was kept for research, but rarely for artificial
insemination because no one could be sure which of the men would be the
father. The woman stroked Ellen's hair and asked her how it was going.
Pain? Not really. Getting used to it? Trying. The gatekeeper outside
cut off the stream of men for a while so Ellen could have a break. Use
the bathroom, take a quick shower, have a drink. But within twenty
minutes she was on her back again, and the next long hard penis came
through the door, trailing a man with some degree of discomfort in his
testicles -- and lust in his heart.
Every
girl from the time of her first period had a duty to make herself
sexually available during her fertile days for a total of 16 hours each
month. This duty extended for a maximum of three years, though it
almost always ended sooner when she no longer excited any men enough to
ejaculate inside her. Each man was entitled to ten minutes a month of
sexual access to a girl. This number was chosen because no man was at
risk for permanent damage going for a month without ejaculating, and
for most men ten minutes would allow at least two sessions. Those were
the basic requirements from girls and allowances for men. Pregnancy was
a definite possibility for ovulating girls with pints of semen flowing
through their vaginas, but the girls were far too valuable to lose
their initial precious fertile months to pregnancy. They either got
IUDs or took a morning-after pill such as RU-486.
Male health
and basic comfort required sex with a very rare commodity -- girls
during their fertile periods during a few short years. Society required
service from all of them. As young men had been conscripted into armies
for centuries, now adolescent girls were conscripted. The time
commitments were modest and the danger of lasting physical harm was
small, but the emotional toll was high.
It is not in the nature
of adolescent girls to want to have sex with hundreds of strangers, nor
is it in the nature of people who love them to force them to. Mothers
wanted to protect their daughters, as did fathers -- even though they
had to have sex with the daughters of other men. To combat the problem
of various forms of escape or avoidance, girls from age eight or so
were fitted with a small bio-monitoring device and a transmitter. The
device would tell roughly when their fertile period was beginning, and
the girls were responsible for getting some man to give her a sniff to
get the exact time right. Society dealt as gently as they could with
girls who didn't cooperate, realizing how repugnant it was to their
natural inclinations. So if they tampered with or removed their
transmitters or simply hid, they were locked up in environments that
were reasonably pleasant where they could keep learning and
socializing. Then they were always available on their fertile days. And
if they wouldn't cooperate, they would simply be put in restraints
while the stream of men had sex with them. The threat of the additional
humiliation was enough to get almost all girls to cooperate.
Like
most social arrangements, this one became routine. Girls shared their
horror stories of their first time receiving hundreds of penises. And
first time or not, they had stories to tell of old men, fat men, ugly
men, handsome men, boys just entering puberty. Kind, apologetic men, or
nasty, leering men. Long penises, short penises, skinny penises and fat
ones. Men who barely slid in and made lots of fast little thrusts. Men
who came in the same motion their penis entered. Men who surged in all
the way, came out almost all the way, and surged in again, in a slow
rhythm. And of course the many men who jammed in all the way, pulled
out almost the whole way, and jammed back in as fast as they could, in
a total frenzied "fuck their brains out" approach.
Girls also
felt grown-up, having passed a true coming of age milestone. And they
were aware that they were the object of desire by no end of grown men,
and their bodies had the power to captivate and satisfy those men. Some
of the men were handsome, some boys were cute. Older girls and women
also reminded them that for the rest of their lives their sexual
experiences would necessarily be a bit incomplete, since boys and men
later would never achieve orgasm with them. And then there was the
matter of the sexual pleasure itself. Traumatized girls do not enjoy
sex, but as the hours and months went by and it became routine, there
was the friction from penises going in and out, tugging on labia, pubic
bones bumping clitoris. The girls felt pleasure and they often had
orgasms. Some had orgasms several times.
Rather quickly the
government program was modified and expanded to accommodate tastes.
Some men preferred doing it from the rear, and so did some girls. Some
girls preferred doing it in the dark, and so did some men. Some men
liked to fondle their girls, some liked to be able to talk dirty to
them. Girls could reduce their time commitment if they allowed these
things, and a man's time allowance was similarly shortened. A minute
spent with a girl whose breasts he could fondle might take 80 seconds
from his allowance. Some girls were just not very attractive, and not
so many men signed up for them; in that case the men could get a break.
Three minutes for only a minute off of their allotment. In this case
the girls did not have extra added to their requirement because the
lower demand was due to circumstances beyond their control. Supply and
demand governed the adjustments, so that girls' desires and men's
desires meshed fairly efficiently.
Stan
and Tara wanted a baby, so they waited until Tara was ovulating, then
went to what was jokingly referred to as a Bait and Switch facility.
This featured a large central room with a girl in it, and a dozen doors
around, each leading into a small bedroom. Stan and Tara entered their
bedroom through an outer door, then started kissing and tenderly
massaging each other. He sucked breasts, he licked her clitoris until
she came, she fondled him, took his penis in her mouth giving him
exquisite pleasure, and then he entered into her, beginning a slow
rhythm highly pleasurable to each. But they each had an eye on a red
counter on the wall which indicated how many couples were ahead of
them. Stan's erections lasted a long time, but there were limits. He
was getting pretty excited when the counter moved to "1". It then
switched to a green "0", and they could hear the door to the inner room
unlocking. He sucked briefly on each of Tara's nipples in turn, then
began a vigorous thrusting, and Tara had a fine big orgasm. He kissed
her, and pulled out, opened the door and went in to the central room.
There was the girl, on her back, legs spread, smiling. Stan took a deep
breath of the odor between her legs, then lowered himself on her and
entered her. However pleasant it was to be in Tara's vagina, this was
on a different level, and his penis responded accordingly. He entered a
growing crescendo of ecstasy, thrusting hard into the girl as far as he
could go, then he felt stirrings in the tubes and ducts inside his
body, then he lunged up inside her and spurted again and again. He
collapsed beside her for maybe fifteen seconds, enjoying her presence,
but then he got up and stood, still panting. The girl took a fair-sized
syringe and slid it up inside herself, sucking out the fluid. She then
handed it to Stan with a smile, and he took it back to Tara through the
door which locked behind him. He worked the syringe into her vagina,
and then staring tenderly into each other's eyes he pressed the plunger
to deliver his semen, hopefully to start the baby they both wanted.
The
girl gave herself one douche that killed sperm cells so none of this
man's leftover sperm would get mixed in with the next batch. She then
gave herself another one that flushed the sperm-killing douche away so
her vagina would be kind and nurturing to the next batch of semen. She
then pushed her button to give a green light and open the door of the
next couple. She waited for the hopeful father to use her body's magic
to let him release his sperm cells, then give them back so he could
take them back to where they were really needed. Men giving semen for
purposes of artificial insemination used the same procedure but the
little vials the girls handed them went into the freezer for later use.
Men were granted extra minutes when trying to conceive, and many girls
liked this service better because of its inherent connection to
creating new life.
Everyone
abhors prostitution and shudders to think their daughter might end up
in that position, but in this society things shifted. The young girls
were universally condemned to spectacular promiscuity -- endless gang
rape from another perspective. Girls discovered that while being a
semen receptacle for sixteen hours was degrading and disgusting,
another eight hours wasn't all that much worse. And what was so wrong
with getting a financial benefit? Those extra hours could be very
lucrative.
The simple way to make money was to take another
girl's place. A girl who was especially traumatized by her duty, rich
or some combination of the two could pay another girl to meet some of
her obligation -- but by government regulation no girl could escape
entirely, regardless of how rich she was.
After
her first two fertile periods of the required sixteen hours, Ellen was
used to it, and decided to look into some more. First she worked a few
extra hours and got an extra $300 per hour, the going rate for helping
meet another girl's obligation. But Ellen was very pretty, she
connected with the physical pleasure inherent in the sex, and she was
charming. She could make a lot more.
Under her parents' light
supervision, she registered with GirlMatch.com. She had a little high
quality video footage taken of her naked body by itself and during sex,
both showing her conversing and flirting with a man. She gave an
estimated date for her next fertile period. Then she clicked the
"Publish" button and went off to do other things. When she returned a
mere two hours later, she had a staggering 975 bids. She set a filter
for a minimum of $20 per minute and found she had 948 remaining. She
tried $30 and found she had 902. Astounded, she kept going. At $100 per
minute she had 155 bids. This was already $6,000 per hour! Her first
resolution was to pay other girls to do her government time for her.
Next she broke her applicant pool into tiers to look at specifics. The
guys also had videos of themselves from various angles and including
them having sex with a girl. They also included the size and shape of
their erect penis. For the 45 that were at $500 per minute or more, she
scanned and found two that just gave her the creeps, so she rejected
them flat-out but accepted the rest. For the crop offering over $300
per minute, she accepted about 70% of them, rejected 10%, and with her
father's cajoling made a counteroffer to the others. $400 for this one,
$350 for that. She began relishing her power. But reviewing all the
applications was time consuming and got to be boring, Having learned
her tastes her mother and father did lots of the screening for her, and
she just reviewed them very briefly. The men also signed up for an
expected time and a maximum time. As all the sites suggested, she would
get a new man every two minutes. She assured her parents she could keep
going for a full 24 hours after accounting for brief rests, so at the
end of a few days she and her parents had lined up 720 men. At the
average of $80 per minute, she would gross $115,200. Then all she had
to do was wait for her fertile period to arrive. Her father did sniff
tests every few hours, she moved to the luxurious rented suite as the
hour came near, and the emails went out. Men signed up for approximate
times. Those paying the higher rates got priority.
The rented
suite was arranged much like the Bait and Switch center, with a dozen
doors leading off the central room. Behind each was a private room
where the men could undress and get aroused as they saw fit. Ellen wore
a light blue embroidered silk blouse which was unbuttoned and partially
hiding her breasts, and a knee-length pink gauzy skirt. Her first man
arrived, naked, with a pulsing erection -- at the rates they were
paying most of the men arrived that way. She smiled, and he smiled a
rather lecherous smile. He parted the shirt to see her breasts, and
slid up the pink skirt, and in no time it seemed he was inside her,
pressing urgently. He came in about 15 seconds, smiled and left. His
total time in the room was a minute, and that was what counted. The
next man was in shortly. Unlike her public service, she had seen each
of these men on video at least briefly, and knew she would not be
shocked by an especially strange or frightening-looking man. She also
saw the ratings other girls had given to these men for questionable
behavior and she had rejected those with poor track records. Within the
first hour she had received 30 penises and 27 doses of semen up inside
her, which came oozing and flowing back out. Three of the men couldn't
come. A couple others had taken a while, and she had experimented by
telling them they were hot and handsome and she would love it so much
if they could splat a little mess of sperm up inside her most private
and intimate spot. That and some tender hair-stroking was enough for
them. Men satisfied in that way would give her excellent reviews,
raising her desirability and price for the next month. Included in the
stream of men were some very sexy ones, some of whom went on for two or
three minutes, and a couple of times she had an orgasm. She took a
short break every hour or so, and an occasional half hour for a meal,
but she was aware of how much money she could be making. And although
it was just below the surface of her awareness, she was a female animal
in heat and she really liked the men's bodies, their urgency, her
ability to satisfy them so profoundly -- and their penises, stretching
her vagina just enough, filling her with their warm, hard but smooth
length, the urgent motion, and filling her with the seed of life.
Basically, she loved being fucked.
And as the day wore on, her
availability and estimated wait times were updated. She finished all
720-odd men in 21 hours, but declined to take any last-minute stand-by
men. She was apparently sexy enough that these men had finished a
little sooner than they expected. She was also exhausted, and slept for
the better part of a day.
There
was a movement fairly early on. Instead of a girl's first sexual
experience being on her back fucked by hundreds of men, there could be
an intermediate step. Girls' bodies were at a premium during their
fertile periods, but nothing prevented them from having sex at other
times too. Her actual first intercourse could be with a sympathetic,
gentle man. Such a man also had acting ability and could impersonate
and mimic the sexual behavior of a wide range of men. He could never
come, of course, but he could fake orgasms any number of times. Girls
were also given vibrators and encouraged to explore their own sexual
response. Some of the government arrangements allowed girls to use
vibrators, especially in doggy position, though men got a slight
discount and girls paid a slight premium.
There
came a day when Ellen's telemetry reported she was near ovulating, she
set up her schedule and prepared to receive her line of men. But
despite being excited, a few of her clients couldn't come. They were
sorely disappointed and wanted their money back -- clients who couldn't
come were always sorely disappointed, but as it became clear it was her
and not them who was the problem, she was required to do so. By the
next month she no longer had the magic smell or the magic power. But at
$100,000 per month, even the eighteen months she ended up enriched the
family substantially.
Many girls in that position could
celebrate -- and there was a standard kind of party that developed just
for that occasion, not too different from a Sweet Sixteen party or a
Coming Out occasion. While few missed their required service, many
missed the more creative private arrangements. A great many missed the
money.
There was a way to ease gradually out of large-scale lucrative semen-catching sex, and Ellen took it.
Frank
was a single man. A few years ago he had had to give up the standard
government program because he couldn't get it up with other men
watching, then he found he couldn't get it up by himself either in a
low-end private program where he had his own private "ready room". Like
many men, his next step was to engage prostitutes to accompany him as
he went to a mating center. Prostitution among older girls and women
didn't have the stigma it once did either. All the women had been
spectacularly promiscuous when they were girls, and there was a clear
and pressing need. These men were not just seeking titillation, they
were try to keep healthy and avoid going under the knife to become
eunuchs. So prostitution was a fairly respectable profession. He could
meet a woman and engage in the usual foreplay. She could caress him,
and give him oral sex. Periodically an indicator would come on asking
him if he was ready for a girl, and he would keep declining. But when
he occasionally had a nice hard erection and was thrusting in the
prostitute and a girl became available, he pressed a button to accept,
and then he would pull out of the prostitute, hurry through the door to
the waiting girl, and after a deep sniff of her crotch, would mount her
and achieve not just orgasm but a huge relief.
But he was
starting to have an erectile dysfunction problem that ordinary
prostitutes and Viagra weren't helping. Castration was looming on the
horizon, but he first went to a top-of-the-line facility, a branch of
the Rising Expectations chain. A man filled out a questionnaire giving
his best guesses about what would help him and different arrangements
were planned accordingly. A beautiful young girl met him at the door to
his suite and introduced herself as Ellen. She encouraged him to sniff
between her legs, and he did take in a very alluring odor, though not
the full magic odor of a Girl. She let him slide his hands down her
shirt and feel her breasts, and slide his hands over her stockings as
he felt up under her dress. She let him work his fingers inside her
panties. It was all exciting, but his penis still didn't respond. He
sucked her nipples. She kissed him all over. She took his limp penis in
her mouth. She talked dirty to him. After a break she gave him a
backrub, and they took a turn in the Jacuzzi. That seemed to start
turning him around. Ellen sucked his penis in earnest, with expert
swirling strokes as he sat on the side of the Jacuzzi. He kept his hand
between her legs as she nudged her crotch against his hand gently,
rhythmically, seductively. His member started to rise and reached full
erection. He turned Ellen around and got his penis into her from the
rear, and he started thrusting away -- like a real man again. He
pressed the button to indicate he was ready, and seconds later the
green light came on. The bed they were on moved by electronic controls,
and Ellen expertly guided it through the door towards the girl, Frank
thrusting away the whole time. And there was the girl, quite a pretty
one who was smiling at him. The girl stood and presented her crotch so
he could smell it. His penis hardened a little more. At his request,
the girl turned around into doggy position herself, right beside Ellen.
He pulled out of one doggy and plunged into the other. He felt the
extra special allure of a girl, and while he started getting nervous
wondering whether he could keep his penis up long enough, Ellen stood
beside him, gently rubbing her breast against his arm, nibbling his
ear, and telling him he was a handsome, virile man, and how she was a
little disappointed that this other girl was getting the benefit of his
penis instead of her. And she whispered "She wants you hard and deep,
and she would love it if you could give her a load of your sperm, way
up inside. Fuck her! Fuck her! Harder! Go with it! Relax." The girl had
turned enough so that he could see that her face was slack with sexual
pleasure. And then Ellen gave him a sweet little kiss as she reached
behind to lightly stroke his straining testicles. And then he felt his
loins open, and he spurted up into her three, four, five times. The
orgasm was spectacular but the relief was far greater. He was panting,
dizzy. He couldn't afford to stay long with the Girl, as her time was
very valuable, but Ellen steered their bed back through the door to
their private room. Following his lead, she lay down beside him and he
hugged her tight, squeezing, sniffling, then sobbing. Ellen was calm
about it. She stroked his hair and told him to let it all out. And
Frank did. And wonder of wonders, his penis rose again half an hour
later. Ellen saw it and smiled, and asked if he would honor her by
sliding it into her vagina, or if he would prefer, into her mouth. He
took the vagina, and lay on her, possessing her as she lovingly smiled
up at him. His hard penis parted her tissues and filled her up. He
wasn't going to come again any time soon, but he savored the moment of
being a full man, a man whose hard penis could fill a young girl. He
lost the erection a few minutes later, but treasured the memory. Ellen,
at the top of her profession, earned $2,000 for the two hours of work,
and he tipped her $1,000 from gratitude. She wasn't a Girl any more,
but she enjoyed the money, she enjoyed her success at helping Frank get
it up and get it off -- and she enjoyed the closeness and the touch for
herself.
Frank might end up castrated, but he had some hope if
Ellen and some other girls could help him through. As men approached
60, the pain lessened, then disappeared. Most men made it into their
old age retaining their testicles even as their sexual performance
waned.
"Oh baby, you're so hot, such a good fuck, aaahhh, mmmmm, Yes!".
"I'm so sorry, dear, you have to go through this... There, done!"
"Unnnh, unnnh, unnh, unnh, unnnnh..."
Silence, but eyes fixed on her in a meaningful gaze, then becoming dreamy and vague.
She felt the full weight on her, hugging her back and squishing her, and just lots of heavy breathing near her ear.
"Jesus forgives our sins, it's just for my health, I'm so sorry, Aaaaaahhh!"
"Mmm,
mmm, ... I'm almost there .... oooo, unnnh, almost there ... ooo, can
you give me a squeeze? Thanks! Ahh, thanks", and a big sigh.
"I'm
fuckin' your cunt, fuckin' your cunt, keep those legs spread, that's
it, ooooh, you cunt, you're mine, I'm takin' you, here it comes, cunt,
unnnnh, unnnnh, AAAAAAAAHHHHH!".
But there was only one person
on top of her, her big sister Ellen. They were both in jeans, but
Ellen's pelvis was against Samantha's and she was humping away in
different rhythms for each one. Samantha was ten, and her time wasn't
far off. Partly this was fun, and partly Ellen wanted to make the
future as easy on her sister as possible. Girls often played in this
way with each other, as the big girls shared their experiences in a
humorous way. Because while the men were getting their own pleasure at
the expense of the girls, they were also showing themselves at their
most vulnerable. Men and especially boys learned to sign up with girls
they did not know, lest they be teased about their own quirks.
But
despite all the humor, adjustments, money to be made, and pleasure,
there was the primal act. Although later she had a career like Ellen's,
Samantha started out in government service. She mostly took it from the
rear in the dark, using a vibrator. One penis would fill her up and
thrust wildly, then pull out as she felt the semen oozing out of her.
Another would be there within seconds it seemed, this one huge, and she
bit her lip as it rammed in deep, but fortunately he didn't take too
long. This next one was sweet. He fondled her breasts and joked about
marrying her. His normal-sized penis took regular gentle strokes. She
switched the vibrator on, and as he sped up and moaned more, she cried
out with her own orgasm, and he came seconds later. She had a low bed
to rest her body against in doggy position, and she actually dozed off
a few times. The penises kept coming and coming, coming and coming.