President
Jason Johnson sat back in his chair, sighed, and rubbed his eyes. After
a brief pause, he addressed Dr. Luc Olson:
"Let me see if I've got this right. You are suggesting I authorize
release of a virus into the population."
"Yes."
"This virus will rapidly spread to infect virtually everyone."
"Yes."
"Its effects on human sexuality are profound."
"Yes."
"You don't know of any way to get rid of the virus or reverse its
effects."
"Yes, though we are working on that issue."
"But there is no guarantee you will succeed."
"Yes."
"Do you realize how illegal and immoral that is?"
"Yes, of course. But our situation is so dire that we have to consider
all alternatives."
"Aren't there promising new research directions arising all the time?"
"The scientists who are applying for funding say that, of course, but
85% of the American Academy of Sciences thinks the chances of restoring
normal fertility within the next ten years are under 10%."
"And could you tell me again why we need to act now?"
"It would help if I can give some background."
"We are all pretty familiar with the situation."
"I'm sure you are, but I think it helps to hear it presented all at
once."
The President sighed. "It certainly is an important issue. Go ahead."
Dr. Olson breathed a small sigh of relief. The first hurdle was
overcome. Even when the world might be coming to an end, getting the
President's undivided attention was no sure thing.
"It is now thirteen years since the precipitous drop in fertility --
the baby bust.
"We quickly determined that while girls and women had periods as
always, they were ovulating only rarely. There are always a certain
number of women trying to get pregnant, and we determined that they
were not succeeding even with normal sex during one of their rare
ovulations. We determined that multiple sexual partners increased the
chances of conceiving, but it took ten or more partners to give a
significant chance of conceiving.
"We have also known for a few years that girls in their mid-teens are
the most likely to conceive, with the chances of fertility decreasing
as age goes up.
"The key to achieving a pregnancy is having a girl or woman receive
dozens of sexual partners during her fertile time. Science has done
everything we could to remove obstacles and risks getting in the way of
that behavior. We have prevented the transmission of STDs. We have
allowed easy and reliable identification of a fertile period. We have
tried without success to see if artificial insemination with a mixture
of semen from different men could have the same effect."
The President interrupted. "Do we know why that doesn't work? That was
supposed to be our ace in the hole -- so to speak." There were a few
smiles among those at the table.
"No, we don't know why. As far as we can tell, insertion of the penis
in the vagina followed by ejaculation is required."
Dr. Olson continued, "The biggest problem is getting the girls to have
sex with a great many partners. It goes against deep-seated patterns in
all societies.
"The social scientists have tried to address this problem. Movies, TV,
video games -- all the entertainment media -- have been saturated with
messages to promote a great many sexual partners as a natural and happy
experience. Persuasive essays and inspirational speeches have been
tried. As you know, a cash award of $15,000 has been offered for
15-year-old girls if they will have sex with 30 men when they are
fertile. All of these efforts have failed. Very few girls accept that
offer.
"In short, voluntary measures simply aren't enough.
"Requiring girls to submit to sex with a great many men does seem
effective, where it has been tried in China. In democracies it is
politically unacceptable."
"That's for certain," the President said.
"This brings us to the current proposal. The virus which we have
fashioned enhances the sex drives of girls and women when they are
fertile."
"You said that before. But somehow I don't think that girls being
hornier is going to overcome the problem, is it?" The President smiled,
as did several of his advisers.
"You would think so, but in our studies, their interest really is quite
extraordinary. Quite extraordinary indeed."
"And what is the hurry, again? Why can't we wait several more years to
give you scientists a chance to work your magic to produce a legal and
moral solution, without coercion?"
"Ah, yes. Since the baby bust struck thirteen years ago, there are
simply very few girls younger than thirteen. And this is where our
latest finding is so vital. If a girl succeeds in conceiving during an
ovulation before the age of sixteen, she is much more likely to
conceive second and third children later. But even if a young woman in
her 20s conceives, she is just as unlikely to conceive later.
"To a large extent, the possibility of a remotely sustainable birthrate
relies on girls getting pregnant while they are in their teens. Once
the youngest girls reach the age of twenty -- or even eighteen, many of
us think -- our chances of keeping the human species from vanishing are
very small.
"We have to act now -- or risk going extinct as a species."
The President sat back to think. On the one hand, there was a
significant chance that the species would go extinct. On the other,
there was the prospect of social chaos, as girls became sluts. Most
voters would be very upset. The idea that his administration would be
responsible for such profound unhappiness was unthinkable. He supposed
that in time, eventually, people might see the wisdom. The idea of
girls begging for sex with men did have a certain appeal, and this made
him suppress a smile. But he faced the voters as he came up for
re-election in a mere three years. It really wasn't that hard to make a
decision.
"I hereby order that all research on this subject be stopped. I order
that all stocks of this virus be destroyed and all the labs that are
working on it be shut down. I want to make sure this virus could never
be released."
"But, sir!"
"The meeting is adjourned."
Dr. Olson's heart sank. His confidantes told him this would happen, but
it was still hard to accept.
Well, there was still plan B, and it would have to be executed
immediately.
"Time to deploy the virus," Dr. Olson said into his secure phone line.
"So the President approved it?"
"Yes, but he would never admit it. He told me in a private meeting. The
release must happen immediately, in total secrecy."
"OK," said his chief in the Los Angeles office, uncertainly. "Are you
sure about this?"
"Absolutely," he said.
The President had had no private meeting with Dr. Olson. The good
doctor was simply lying. He thought back to the end of World War II,
when the Nuremberg trials had established the doctrine that following
the orders of superior officers was not a defense in the case of war
crimes. In Dr. Olson's view, failure to release the virus would be a
war crime -- something worse than a war crime. Not even a crime against
humanity -- a crime against the existence of humanity. His conscience
was clear.
Sally Johnson was just thirteen years old. She awoke in the middle of
the night feeling strange. A glance at the clock showed that it was
4:06 am.
She felt very energetic, and not at all tired. Down between her legs,
she seemed to be glowing. It was nothing like menstrual cramps, which
she had first had about eight months earlier along with her first
period. It was a glow. She had never heard of such a thing before, but
she was used to surprises from her reproductive system -- discharge,
PMS, and of course those yucky periods. She would have to look online
in the morning and see what she could find. If worst came to worst, she
could ask her mother.
As she lay awake, she thought of boys in her school. Brian was really
cool, and she found herself imagining what he would look like naked.
She'd never wondered about that before! And then there was Carl, who
was pestering her, and he suddenly seemed very sexy. She would be happy
to go out with him, maybe invite him over to study. But in that
scenario her hand was running up and down the inside of his thigh, then
he was reciprocating, and in no time... What was this? Had she turned
into some kind of sex maniac?
Even Mike, who she hated -- she imagined hating him while he lay on top
of her, driving his penis up into her vagina. How could you hate
someone and want them to fuck you? This was bizarre!
As for Will, whom she had had a crush on for months, she felt a hunger
so intense it hurt. It was crazy -- she wanted to have sex not just
with her crush Will but with all them. As she thought of their bodies
against hers, she shivered. She checked the clock again. It was 4:17.
There were two males in the house. Her brother Ben was still a kid,
just ten years old, and while she felt some excitement, it wasn't that
strong. But with him she could act instead of just thinking -- and she
wanted to act. Nothing physically prevented her from simply walking
into the hall and around the corner into his room and sliding into bed
next to him. She hadn't seen what he looked like inside his underpants
for many years now.
The other male was her father. What a horrifying thought! But he was
right down the hall. Sally was glowing between her legs, and the
thought of his big, strong body made her breathing speed up. But what a
yucky idea! If any boy from her school was there, she would do it with
them -- oh, what was she thinking? She had had no intention of having
sex any time soon at all.
These were stupid thoughts. It was normal for girls to think about sex
more, she knew that, but this was ridiculous! She decided she would
just breathe deeply and she would soon fall asleep. After a few
seconds, she realized she was uncomfortably warm, and peeled off the
covers. Her private parts were especially warm, and she took her
panties off. She went back to deep breathing, and kept it up for about
a minute.
She remembered the one time she had seen her father naked, when she was
five. She felt a little surge of moisture in her pussy as the image of
his dick came to her. All she had to do was walk down the hall and go
into her parents' bedroom. But her mother slept right beside her
father, so that was a problem. Enough! She took a few more deep breaths.
She used to go crawl into bed with her parents if she had a bad dream.
She could pretend she had a bad dream -- even if it was five years
since she had any inclination to do that. It was the best excuse she
could think of to get near her father, and in a sense this was a bad
dream.
She stood and smoothed her nightgown down to cover her bare privates,
then padded down the hall. As she opened the door she saw her parents
sleeping. Her father slept on the near side of the bed and she just
climbed in, just like when she was a little girl. But she didn't feel
like a little girl. Her feelings surged. She had intended to snuggle up
with her back to her father, but instead she found herself facing him,
as he lay on his back. She had to push her hot privates against him.
She just had to!
Tom woke with a start. What was that smell? His penis was filling as
fast as it could possibly fill. Someone had just climbed into bed next
to him -- his daughter Sally, and the smell was coming from her. He
needed to tell her to go back to bed. But for some reason he couldn't
possibly do it. She was snuggling up against him, and he turned on his
side to face her.
A breast beneath her nightgown touched his chest. When he reached out
to touch her hip, there was no nightgown and no panties in the way. He
was feeling his daughter's flesh. When he slid his hand down to her
private parts, he felt pubic hair, showing most definitely that she
wasn't a girl any more! Tom slept in nothing but a T-shirt, so there
was no cloth between their respective lower parts.
He had no choice. He grabbed her butt cheek to hold her body to his.
When he thrust his cock upwards, it poked against her soft and hairy
parts. He pressed again, and it slid partway into what had to be her
pussy. His orgasm was starting. He thrust hard as his penis went in all
the way. Ecstasy seized his brain as his semen shot down the length of
his cock and up into Sally. Sally cried out, and so did he, in spite of
himself.
His wife Mary woke suddenly and leaned over them.
"What's going on?" she asked. "What are you doing here, Sally? Why are
you breathing hard?" She leaned over and pulled the covers back to see
her husband's softening but slick organ and her daughter's pussy.
"What?! I can't believe it! How could you!"
Tom was confused. "I don't know, Mary --"
Mary stood. "Get out! Out of my room!" Then to her daughter, "Oh,
sweetie, are you all right?"
"I'm fine, mom," she said. The nearly unbearable tension had broken. As
she had brought her pelvis to her father, Sally had been suddenly
surprised and overwhelmed to feel something blunt poke her between her
legs, to one side. She moved just a little so another poke would be
more in the center. Then she felt something enormous and hard but also
smooth and soft surge between her legs and up inside her body. It must
be her father's penis. It felt so wonderful and so amazingly right. Her
body started an intense orgasm on his second surge. Her father cried
out at the same time, and then that huge penis withdrew.
"Tom! How could you do this?"
"I don't know, Mary," he mumbled.
"Your girl came to you for comfort, and you raped her!"
"I..."
"Why did you let him, sweetie? You could have just yelled..."
"I wanted it, mom. I wanted it so bad."
"Sally!"
Tom mumbled, "It all happened so fast. Mary, can you smell her?"
Mary sniffed. "No, I don't smell anything." Tom's cock was hardening
again, and Mary noticed. "What? I can't believe you could possibly get
turned on. Out!"
Sally saw her father's cock, and her desire surged again, her pussy
feeling warmer than ever. She slid to the center of the bed and took
off her nightgown completely, then spread her legs. She willed his
organ towards her.
Tom saw what his daughter was doing out of the corner of his eye and
nearly fainted.
"Tom! Tom!" Mary yelled.
Tom couldn't stand it. He rose and took Mary firmly by the arm and
ushered her out of the bedroom, locking the door behind him.
Tom understood that he had broken the ancient and powerful incest
taboo, and while he was very confused, he told himself he was not a
worse person if he broke it again. He gently slid his body over Sally's.
"You want this, honey?" he asked.
"Oh, God yes! Oh, please! Again!" Sally urged.
He thrust into her and she pressed up against him, and he thrust for
maybe thirty seconds. Within a few seconds she had an orgasm, crying
out and gripping him with her pussy strongly in rhythmic waves.
They heard pounding on the door. "Tom! Sally! Come out of there right
now!"
But the two lovers were focused on nothing but the other's body and
their union. Her pussy was literally hot in a way he had never
experienced before, her body temperature elevated. Although he had come
just a few minutes before, he shoved deep and spurted his semen into
her once more, moaning.
"Oh, thank you, daddy!" Sally said. She seemed to glow, and kissed his
cheeks.
Tom fell back onto his back. Why was he so intent on sex with his
daughter? "I don't get it, Sally... Why?..."
"I don't know, daddy, but I needed it so bad."
"What have I done to you?" Tom asked, mostly to himself.
"It was my idea, and I'm glad you did."
"Go back to bed now, sweetie," he said.
Sally reluctantly pulled her nightgown down and headed back to her
room, her mother having given up her post outside the bedroom door.
Sally knew she wouldn't sleep. She was thinking of those incredible
bursts of pleasure she had felt when her father's penis was stroking
back and forth inside her. Those orgasms dwarfed the ones she had when
she played with herself. She was amazed that her father's penis was so
huge but it all fit inside her comfortably -- more than comfortably.
She craved it.
She heard her parents arguing. Then her mother knocked on her door, and
entered after a couple seconds without being asked.
"Sally, I don't understand. You know you're not supposed to do anything
with your father, and keep yourself covered whenever you're around him.
It's his fault, but why did you egg him on?"
"I don't know, mom," Sally said. "I had to."
"You had to? You had to?" Mary said, voice rising. "We all have urges,
but we control them, and why would you want your father?"
Sally exploded. "I don't know, mom! I don't know why, but I had to! And
I can't stand your bugging me all the time. I hate you!" And with that
she shoved her mother towards the door. "Get out!"
Startled and bewildered, Mary retreated. Sally slammed the door behind
her.
Sally tried to distract herself, with little success. She spread her
legs and looked at her pussy. The entire area was slippery with
secretions, and there were faint traces of blood. She had lost her
virginity, but as she thought back to her father's enormous surge into
her the first time, she had no memory of anything resembling pain at
all.
After a trip to the bathroom to clean up, she returned to her room and
lay down. The clock said 6:33. But after tossing and turning for a few
minutes, she knew that was useless, so she got up and turned the light
on. She tried some music, tried texting her friends, and looked at what
was new on the internet.
She rarely wore dresses to school, but she chose one now. She knew that
she couldn't stand to wear panties as long as she felt so warm down
there, and a dress would help with the ventilation too.
When the clock showed her normal waking time of 7:00, she went out into
the hallway and down towards the living area, not sure what she would
find. What she found was her parents sitting in the living room in
their pajamas, her father's head in his hands. The conversation stopped
when she appeared at the door.
The sight of her father took her breath away, and their eyes locked.
"What is that smell?" he asked. He beckoned her to come closer, and
without even being asked, she raised her dress.
"Sally!" her mother shouted.
Her father's nose had zoomed to the little triangle of hair between her
legs. "I've never smelled anything like it."
Sally gave her mother a defiant stare and said, "Daddy?"
"Yeah, honey."
"Can we do it again?"
Mary exploded then, "What is wrong with the two of you!"
Sally screamed back, launching herself at her mother and pummeling her.
"No, no, no fighting!" Tom said uncertainly, separating the two who
were on the verge of a no-holds-barred cat fight.
"I feel like doing it, Sally, but I can't," Tom said. "Let's ... let's
have some breakfast."
Just then Ben shuffled down the hall. "What's that smell?" he asked,
but stopped when he saw his parents and sister in disarray. "Oh," he
said, looking confused and putting his hands in front of his crotch as
he retreated to his bedroom.
Sally thought of that cock that he had in his underpants. Had it been
getting stiff? Was that why he had covered himself? She left her
parents and followed him down the hallway, though he had already
retreated behind a shut door.
"Ben, can I come in?"
"No!"
Sally went in anyway. Ben turned away from her where he stood, hands
between his legs.
"Is it stiff? That's OK. That's natural. Can I see?"
"No!"
She started pulling his pajamas down, and he resisted. He was probably
afraid she was going to humiliate him, as big sisters sometimes do.
"Please! You can look at me too!"
"Sally, what are you doing?" came their mother's voice from the hallway.
"I think we need to let them be," they heard their father say.
Sally raised her dress and said, "See?" Ben looked over his shoulder,
very surprised. "Let me see you too."
She saw his eyes riveted to her hairy girl parts. "Have you ever seen a
big girl before?" she asked warmly.
Ben shook his head a little.
"Well here I am, you can look! But I don't want you to just look. Here,
turn around!", Sally said, turning him so his bulging pajamas faced her.
He let her pull his pajamas and underpants down. His erect penis popped
into view. "It looks great," she said. There was no pubic hair, and it
was much smaller than her dad's, but it still entranced her.
She took his hand and led him to the bed, then lay back with her dress
spread. "Come here and put it in me!" she whispered with excitement.
He looked surprised but he approached quickly, a faraway look on his
face. As he slid onto her, he instinctively poked his little penis
forward, and she slid it inside. He began thrusting away. It felt good
to Sally, even if it wasn't anything like her father. Ben started
breathing hard, and he kept shoving in and out really fast.
Sally realized that she felt relaxed with her brother fucking away in
her. That is what he's doing, she reflected. Fucking. After a couple of
minutes he moaned, paused, then pulled out, looking confused.
Neither of them really knew what had happened, but it seemed like it
was over. Sally hugged him, and told him he was a great brother --
something she realized she hadn't said in many years.
As she emerged from Ben's room she saw that it was 7:25. Usually by
then her mother would be telling her to hurry or else she would be
late. She usually dreaded school, but today the images of her
classmates came back to her, the same ones she had dreamt about during
the night.
"Are you going to drive me to school?" she asked.
Her mother stared at her. "Are you kidding? Going to school, after
what's happened this morning? Your father and I are trying to figure
out what to do. I think we ought to call the police, but I'm hoping we
can work this out some other way."
"I need to go to school," Sally said. "I'm ready now."
"You are not going to school!" her mother announced with finality.
She called to her father in the living room. "Hey, daddy, can you take
me to school?" In the past she would never have appealed to her father
after her mother announced a decision, but things were different
somehow.
"Oh, Sally, I think your mother's right. It's not a good day to go to
school. We'll call to tell them you're sick."
"I am not sick!" Sally said. "I need to go to school."
Looking back and forth between her parents, she saw she was not going
to make any headway with them.
But the school was not even a mile away. It would be easy enough to
walk. So she simply walked out the front door.
"Where are you going?" her mother called.
Sally realized she didn't have her backpack, but somehow that didn't
seem important at the moment. What was important was the other kids --
the boys, to be precise. "To school!" she said, and started jogging.
When Brian's face came to her mind she started running for a little
while, smiling. She slowed as she got within a hundred yards of the
school.
As she got into the building, she felt a little dizzy at all the boys
around her in the corridor. A hush came over the boys as they stopped
and sniffed. As they looked around for the source of that arousing
odor, they followed her with their eyes. The girls smelled nothing, but
realized something was wrong and started talking nervously. Sally got
to her locker somehow.
Brian was right there, not far from her locker. Sally felt like someone
else was controlling her, as she went right up to Brian and tentatively
pulled the front of her dress up, exposing her lower parts to him. The
hall filled with excited chatter. Brian stared, wide-eyed, and his
rapid breathing marked tension and excitement. After a moment's
hesitation, he fished his erect penis out of his pants and pushed Sally
gently against the locker. She felt herself tingle at his touch. She
lifted one leg so he could get at her more easily, and with their joint
efforts he thrust into her within a few seconds. The kids in the hall
were dumbfounded.
"Yes!" she whispered softly.
Within a few seconds Brian's urgent thrusts ended with one deep one,
while he groaned. Pleasure coursed through Sally's body too.
"What? I don't understand," said Brian softly as he withdrew from her.
He was suddenly embarrassed. The hallway was in an uproar.
Mrs. Morse appeared to check out the commotion in the hall, and arrived
just in time to see Sally's dress falling into place and Brian
rearranging himself, turned away from her.
"They were doing it, right there!" one girl said, incredulous, while
others echoed the observation.
"All right, all of you, move along now!" commanded the teacher. The
students all moved off slowly. A number of the boys could be seen
rearranging their pants surreptitiously -- the telltale bulge of an
erect penis could be seen in several others.
"Are you OK, Sally?" Mrs. Morse asked.
"Sure," said Sally, in a happy daze.
She didn't have any pack with her, but managed to pull out a notebook
from her locker before she headed off to math class. Mrs. Morse decided
to follow along behind. All along the way, she saw the boys and the
occasional male teacher stop and sniff, and then eyes followed Sally.
Some turned around and followed her.
Sally was one of the last ones into the classroom. She started for her
seat, but along the way she passed Carl, who was looking especially
sexy, and she pretended to lose her balance and fall over him. He
sniffed deeply and got a crazed look in his eyes as she slowly got
herself upright again, letting her hands linger in his hair. Without
thinking about it, she casually lifted her dress and pressed her naked
pussy against him.
"Sally! What the...?" the confused boy asked.
"Can you fuck me?" Sally whispered.
"Now?" Carl asked, incredulous.
"Yes!" Sally said, oblivious.
Carl got up, eyes glued to her pussy and oblivious to his surroundings.
Sally looked around for a suitable place. With no better option in
sight, she simply lay on the linoleum floor, legs spread wide.
"Sally!" shrieked Molly. The few people in the class who hadn't already
seen the spectacle turned, riveted to the scene.
Like a crazed man, Carl pulled down his pants and underpants, revealing
his very erect prick. He lowered himself onto the girl, and she grasped
his cock lightly to aim it. The instant she did, his seed shot out and
coated her hand. "Oh well," Sally laughed, smearing the goop on her
pussy.
Panting, Carl pulled aside.
"I can't believe it!" said some girl.
"Sally, what are you doing?" asked Molly, trying to be calm.
But from her place on the floor, Sally saw John, his erection plainly
visible as he stared at her pussy.
She met his gaze. "Yes! Please?" she said.
John needed no more encouragement, and his pants were off in a second,
he leaned over her, and slid inside.
"Yes!" Sally moaned.
"Oh God!" said John, panting. He got his cock seated in the girl's
pussy and managed a few strokes before he gave a loud groan, coming
inside her cunt.
Sally squeezed his powerful back and smiled. He lay down on her,
panting.
By then other boys had pulled their pants down, all revealing raging
erections. Sally looked at them hungrily.
"OK, John," she said, "I need another boy."
Confused, John rolled to the side, his softened cock slipping out of
the girl on the floor.
The girls had formed a semicircle, gasping and talking.
"What's going on?" asked Mr. Chadwick as he strode into the room.
"Sally's fucking all the boys, right on the floor!"
The teacher wondered what sort of a joke this was, but as he made his
way between the girls, he saw that it was no joke. There lay Sally on
the bare linoleum floor, dress up around her middle. Steve lay on top
of her, pants down to his thighs, his butt cheeks tensing and relaxing
in the motion that is a sure sign of fucking.
"Steve! Get up, right now!" Mr. Chadwick commanded.
But Steve only sped up his thrusting action before groaning. After a
few seconds he came to his senses and rolled off, looking sheepish, and
quickly pulling himself together again as he was aware of his teacher
watching.
But Mr. Chadwick was staring at Sally, whose pussy was engorged and
leaking semen.
"Get up!" the teacher said, but Sally lay where she was.
"Can you do it too?" she asked him with a hungry smile.
He was in a group of boys, those who had already serviced the girl
sweaty and panting, others with pants down, hard cocks, and an intent
expression.
"No!" he said.
"Please?" Sally said. "Put it right in here," she said pointing to the
obvious place. "You can fuck me too, like the others. I'd like it if
you would!"
"Yeah, go for it!" said an anonymous boy.
Still the teacher hesitated, his cock filling with blood and desperate
to be set free of his confining pants.
"Well, if you're not going to..." said the troublemaker Allan, lowering
himself towards the magic pussy that mesmerized them all.
"Allan!" the teacher said, but his voice was faltering and he was
pulling down his pants. A new round of gasps went up from the girls.
Allan got his dick lodged in the girl and started fucking away. He
humped away for thirty seconds, longer than any of the others.
"Come on, Allan, give it to me!" said Sally. "Come in me!"
"Ohh, man, ohhh," mumbled Allan incoherently.
"Go ahead," she urged. She could see a couple other cocks over his
shoulder, and she wanted to get them into her too. "Finish it!" she
said.
Allan yelled as he let loose up inside Sally, and a few of the girls
giggled nervously. He also collapsed on the girl.
"Get off!" commanded Mr. Chadwick. Allan managed to slither to the
side, while the teacher launched himself at his student. He was hairier
and more muscular than the boys, Sally noticed. More like her father,
and more exciting.
That was just the start of her day. For hours she roamed from room to
room, eager to get fucked as often as she could.
Sally was under observation in the emergency room. She was in a daze,
exhausted from all the sex, unspeakably humiliated by what she had done.
"Sally," the nurse said kindly. "Your mother and father are here. You
don't have to see them, or you can see just one. It's up to you."
"Mommy -- I want to see just my mommy," she said without hesitation.
Her mother entered, cautiously, remembering the angry girl who had
attacked her before she left the house that morning. Sally rose and
approached eagerly. Neither sensing any hostility from the other, Sally
squeezed her mother tight and burst into tears.
"There, there, dear, I'm so glad to see you."
"I was such an... God, naked, all those boys, the principal... How can
I ever go back to school?" she said, crying again.
"You weren't yourself, honey. It was like a disease, OK? Like this
morning, too, you've never screamed at me, and you'd never let your
father touch you like that."
Sally was unconvinced, and kept whimpering. The nurse brought in an
armchair so mother could sit, allowing her daughter to curl up in her
lap.
Another of the endless hospital personnel appeared, and said, "Sally,
we have a specialist we'd like you to talk to about the psychological
part -- what it felt like and so forth. He's a man, Dr. Feingold. You
can meet with him by yourself, or with your mother. Whatever you'd
like. Do you mind meeting with a man?" she asked.
"It's OK," Sally said, "if my mom can come with me."
Sally laid out for the good doctor how horribly embarrassed she was.
"Do you know what the cause is?" her mother asked.
"As far as we know, there has never been anything like this before."
Sally cried. She was a total freak.
"But there was another very important part of this, Sally, that maybe
you're not thinking about. You acted in a very unusual manner, but you
weren't the only one. Suppose a girl had gone into the school last week
and made her sexual availability clear, like you did."
Sally and her mother both stiffened.
"Sorry, I don't mean any harm. You weren't yourself, and I can't think
of another way to say it.
"If a girl did that last week, what do you think the boys would have
done?"
"Had lots of sex, like they did with me?"
"What do you think, Mrs. Johnson?"
Sally's mother hesitated. "No, I don't think very many would have."
"Sally, what about the teachers and the principal? Do you think they
would have had sex in public with a school girl last week?"
"No," Sally conceded.
"You see, there's something that's not just you. It's them."
"They kept asking what that smell was. I never smelled anything. Did I
have a dirty smell? Something that makes boys go insane?"
"They all report some very unusual odor that made them very excited
sexually. But don't you see, that's not you, that's your physical body,
beyond your control. The way you acted -- that wasn't within your
control, but maybe it's hard for you to believe that. But surely you
couldn't get yourself to smell different."
"Yeah," Sally said, then said, "So I've got a disgusting body,"
dissolving into tears.
"No, Sally, not at all," her mother said, but she thought that if she
was in her daughter's shoes, she would feel the same way.
Sally didn't become pregnant from her first heat, but she did bear a
son from her second, and later bore three more children.
"Now we've
got a case. A girl who is begging for sex."
"Oh, great," said Grace Cunningham. Sally Johnson had had her famous
episode on Monday, the first ever. There had been three cases in the
school district on Tuesday. It was Wednesday morning. It had been just
48 hours since this bizarre malady had struck, and there had been no
time to devise an official policy or response. But Grace had thought it
over, and she had a plan.
"Who?" Grace asked.
"Phyllis Catano."
"Where is she?"
"Outside the library."
"OK, get Frieda and Shawna and meet me there. Tell them to drop
whatever they're doing and come immediately!"
On her way to the library, Grace stopped by Sarah Grayfield's class.
"Sarah," Grace said from the door to the class. "I need you to come
with me."
"Now?"
"Yes, right now."
"One moment, class," said Sarah, "you can start on your homework."
"Follow me," Grace said.
As the five women met outside the library, Grace saw a semicircle of
boys, some with pants down, and through the crowd she saw a boy lying
down, his naked bottom rhythmically undulating. The bare feet and
calves she saw underneath the boy were undoubtedly Phyllis's. She had
heard the reports, but it was still shocking to see it in person.
Grace looked at her four teachers. They were all fit, all reasonably
strong. "Get her out of there and to my office. Drag her if we have to."
She then addressed the throng of boys. "Stand aside, everyone!" The
boys mostly gave way before the five authority figures. The boy who was
humping didn't stop. "Get up!" Grace shouted, but the boy just went
faster. But within a few seconds he evidently came, and then he let
himself be rolled off.
"Come on, Phyllis, get up," said the Principal.
She let herself be lifted to her feet by two of the women. The five of
them marched rapidly down the hall.
Grace fell in right behind Phyllis and noted how vibrant she looked,
brimming with sexuality. She had a classic hourglass figure,
shoulder-length brown hair and shapely calves. The hair was mussed a
bit, and she had a bit of dirt on her back from where she had been
lying. Just the sort of girl Grace fantasized about taking to bed. She
felt a little damp in her panties thinking about it.
"Hey, what are you doing?" asked a boy. "She wants it!"
Phyllis asked, "Where are we going?" but Grace didn't answer. A crowd
of boys followed along behind.
Grace led them inside the main office and then into a conference room
inside.
"OK, thanks everyone," she said to her teachers. "Cecily, stay here
with me, and the rest of you can go."
Grace breathed a sigh of relief. It was a rather drastic measure, and
technically illegal, but desperate situations called for decisive
measures.
"What are you going to do with me?" Phyllis asked.
"We'll just keep you here for the day, keep you until your strange
condition passes."
"But you can't do that, I need to be out there!"
"Sorry, you're not in your right mind."
"I am too!" the ordinarily quiet Phyllis shouted. She started to leave.
"No you don't," said Grace, and held her back. Phyllis started
struggling in her arms!
It was arousing to be wrestling with a naked girl, one of her own
students no less, but she had only a moment to savor it. She was
stronger than Phyllis and shoved her towards the corner of the
conference room a little harder than she needed to, then shut the door
behind her. Within a second Phyllis was at the inside of the door,
shouting, "Let me out!" and pushing against it with surprising force.
"Help me, Cecily," said the principal, and the muscular teacher joined
her in holding the door shut.
Phyllis let out a blood-curdling shriek, and Grace began to wonder if
her plan would work as smoothly as she had hoped. A few boys had
followed them into the office, and now more joined them.
"What are you doing to her?" one asked.
"I'm keeping her here until she comes to her senses -- and stops being
a total slut."
"But you can't do that," said Steve, a fair-sized senior. "You can't
keep her there."
"And you shouldn't call a student at slut," said Mr. Williams, the
history teacher who had appeared among the boys. Grace wondered whose
side he was on, then figured he was on the side of the prominent bulge
in his pants.
"Yeah, you've got to let her out," said another boy.
Grace summoned up all of her authority and shouted, "We are keeping
Phyllis here until the end of the day! That is my order! It is final!
Do you understand? Now go! Get out!" Phyllis's shrieking and banging on
the door didn't help the aura of authority she wanted to create, nor
did the fact she was leaning hard against the door, bracing herself
against Phyllis's shoves.
"Sorry, it's just wrong," said Gary, straight A student and model
citizen, and he strode into the inner office where no students were
allowed.
"Get back!" shouted Grace. She was astounded when Gary shoved her to
the side, while the next boy nudged Cecily out of the way. The door
flew open and the naked Phyllis tumbled out.
To Grace's horror, Gary got up in her own face and snarled, "You should
be ashamed of yourself," fist held at the ready, but Grace looked down,
submissive, and he didn't land a blow.
"Oh, thank God. I need it!" Phyllis said, pointing between her legs.
"How can we do it?" There wasn't enough room in the office to lie down
and still have space to maneuver.
"Just bend over the desk," a boy suggested.
Phyllis did, jutting her butt up in the air. No one moved right away.
"Who's going to do it to me first?" she asked, a little uneasy.
"Oh, shit, baby," the boy said, dropping his trousers. He sidled up
behind Phyllis and pressed his cock against her. Phyllis reached back
to help him aim better, and then he was in. He grabbed her hips and
began humping her. "Mmmm, arrgggh!" he shouted as he pressed deep and
seconds later dumped his load up inside her pussy.
"Oh, that was so great," Phyllis shuddered.
Gary and another boy both had their pants down with raging hard cocks,
and both started to take the mating position that the one boy had just
vacated.
"Hey, me first!" shouted the other.
"No, I freed her!" shouted Gary.
They started shoving. Phyllis looked around behind. "You can both do
it, just one of you get it into me, now!"
The boys kept shoving.
"OK, Gary first!" Phyllis shrieked, and the other boy gave way.
Grace looked on in horror from the corner of the office while boy after
boy, man after man, mounted the crazed girl Phyllis.
She noticed that not one of them really saw the girl before them. They
missed her glowing skin, the delicate lines of her butt, the artful
line of the sides of her boobs as they were pressed against the desk.
They missed her straight nose and sparkling eyes. All they saw was the
swollen pussy as they aimed their cocks, then with eyes shut or glazed
over seemed to notice nothing at all until they had blasted their seed
up inside the beautiful girl.
Of course Phyllis wasn't paying any attention to the boys either. Grace
thought she would never truly understand how a person could look at the
male body and find it exciting and sexy. Presumably Phyllis did, but at
the moment she seemed to notice nothing but the cocks that rudely
filled her pussy, one after another. No one paid the least attention to
Phyllis's clit, but the slabs of meat pounding inside her twat were
plenty to bring her off, over and over again.
Grace often thought how much better she could make these girls feel
than the clumsy, clueless boys who they let into their panties. But at
the moment Phyllis was just a female animal, and primitive maleness was
all she wanted and all she needed.
There was a minute's lull as a traffic jam formed in the office. The
boys who had already ejaculated were relaxed and happy and not in a
hurry to go anywhere, while the others were tense and excited and eager
to get at the girl in heat.
"Somebody, come here and fuck me!" shouted Phyllis after a minute of
empty pussy. "I don't care who, just somebody!"
Grace saw the traffic problem and ventured out from her corner.
Tentatively she suggested, "What if you guys who are done go through
this door back here through that room and back out into the hall, so
the new guys can get in." This time no one argued with her. She was no
obstacle to their getting to fuck the girl they wanted.
"Thanks, Mrs. Cunningham," said Phyllis sweetly when the traffic jam
broke, momentarily a civilized human girl. Then her animal took over
once more and she looked with lust at the boy approaching her rear --
focusing on his cock. "Yeah, that's it," she said as the front of his
thighs touched the rear of hers. "Right inside, now. Ahhhh, that's it.
Oh, that's so nice! Fuck me hard, now, OK?"
The traffic jam had rapidly dissipated -- and the flood of semen in and
out of Phyllis continued unabated as well.
Phyllis went into heat three times but never became pregnant.
It was mid-morning on Sunday and Rachel was watching the TV. Her
daughter Anne walked in and sat down. She had on a light dress, too
light for the chilly weather, and as she sat Rachel couldn't help
getting a peek underneath.
"Anne, why aren't you wearing any panties?"
"They're not comfortable, somehow. I'm warm, too," she said, lifting
the front of her dress to use as a fan as she sat, legs spread wide.
Rachel's heart started pounding. Was she getting the disease too? Like
all the others they kept reading about?
She devised a plan. "You want to go to the mall today?" Rachel asked.
"Sure!" said Anne.
"We have to get some chores done first, and you could help me."
"OK."
"Could you go down to the basement and move the wash to the dryer?"
"Sure, mom," and Anne headed down the stairs.
Rachel waited until her daughter was by the washing machine, then she
shut the door at the top of the cellar stairs and set the deadbolt. She
felt sick to her stomach, and her heart was racing.
She heard Anne heading up the stairs, "There isn't any wash in the
washer." She tried the door at the top of the stairs.
"Mom, what gives?" she shouted.
"I'm right here," said Rachel, voice trembling.
"Open up!"
"Anne, listen to me."
"Can you open up first?"
"No, listen to what I have to tell you. You know how you don't want
your panties on and you're warm?"
"Yeah."
"Isn't that what happens before those girls go do that... you know?"
"Oh, hmmm," said Anne. "I guess it is."
"Do you want to be like that, Anne? Giving your body away like that?"
"No, mom," Anne hesitated, "I guess not."
"So, I'm figuring if I lock you down there then no matter how crazy you
get, you'll stay safe, OK?"
"Well, ummm, OK, but I don't want to be in the basement!"
"But you know how girls will do anything to get free?"
"I hadn't heard that part."
"It's true, girls will do anything. So I want to protect you."
"OK, but what do you think I'm going to do?"
"Get out of the house and find boys somehow -- I've read those stories."
"I'm not going to do that!" Anne said.
"None of them thought they would."
After a pause, Anne said, "What am I supposed to do down here?"
Rachel breathed a huge sigh of relief. Her daughter understood.
"There's a TV down there, right?"
"Yeah, OK."
Crisis averted for the time being, Rachel sat down in the living room
and watched more TV.
Within half an hour she heard Anne at the top of the stairs.
"OK, let me out, mom."
Rachel walked to the door to talk. "No, honey, I'm afraid you're going
to go give your body to all the boys."
"Listen, mom, just let me out, OK?" When her mother didn't say
anything, she continued, "Let me out! You can't keep me down here!"
"I'm sorry," Rachel said, her voice cracking. She went back to the
living room, trying to ignore the pounding on the door and the shouting.
"I hate you!" she heard Anne's muffled voice. "You've got to let me out
now!"
Rachel returned to answer her daughter. "But you understand why, right?
Do you feel like sleeping with boys?"
There was the briefest hesitation. "That is none of your business, and
has nothing to do with it. You have to let me out right now."
"It's for your own good, sweetie, don't you see?"
Then Anne lost it. The volume of the shriek and the force of the kicks
against the door were frightening. They reminded Rachel of Anne's worst
tantrums a dozen years before, except now they had the force of a
15-year-old girl behind them.
It was one of the rare times that Rachel wished her ex-husband Steve
was there. He had left five years before amid such bitterness, but at a
time like this she could use another adult voice to talk it over with
and back up her decision.
Rachel went to the bathroom to try to put herself together, but found
herself sobbing. After a few minutes the screams had died down.
When she returned to the kitchen, she heard instead the most piteous
wailing, "Mommy, mommy! Don't shut me in down here! Please! Oh God,
mommy, let me out!"
Rachel had a choice to make. She could give in to her daughter's
entreaties now, or she could protect her virtue, protect her from the
horrible, disgusting rutting behavior the press described in such lurid
detail.
She decided to protect her daughter. But as the piteous wailing
continued, she decided she needed to get away from the sound of her
baby's suffering, so she took off for the mall all by herself. They
said it was usually over in ten hours, about twelve at the outside.
When she returned that evening at 10pm, she went to the top of the
cellar stairs.
"Anne?" she asked, and when she got no reply she asked louder, "Anne?"
When there was still no answer, she worried that something might be
very wrong -- she would never forgive herself if Anne was really hurt
somehow!
She opened the door and went down the basement stairs cautiously. There
was Anne, sprawled on the couch, dress torn but covering her, watching
TV.
"Oh, baby, are you OK? I'm so, so sorry. But you do understand, don't
you? I needed to protect you, right?"
Anne just looked at her with a blank stare that chilled Rachel to the
bone.
"Are you hungry?" Rachel asked. "Why don't you clean up and we can go
out to dinner. Any restaurant you want!"
Anne spoke then. "I'll be happy with a can of soup, thank you," she
said very precisely, and headed up the stairs.
Anne had been furious, and as the afternoon had passed into evening and
her frantic sexual desire had abated, the fury had boiled down to
something else, something unfamiliar, something scary.
She simply could not stand the sight of her mother. She took her
lukewarm soup into her room to eat there, took a shower and dressed and
didn't come out all evening. The next morning she silently got ready
for school and headed off on the bus.
Her mother had locked her in the basement at a time she needed to be
out of the basement, out among people, out among boys -- and she would
never forgive her for that.
Somehow she got through the day, trying not to think about her mother.
When she got home that afternoon, the hatred she felt for her mother
made her dizzy. She retreated to her room without a word.
When it was dinner, she came out to find that her mother had prepared
her very favorite lasagna with homemade sauce, artichokes, and her
favorite chocolate cake for dessert. She was trying to atone, to get
her daughter to forgive her with food. Something about that made Anne
even more furious.
With trembling hands she took big helpings of the food she liked so
much and retreated to her room again. She didn't really taste a thing,
though the food made her less hungry. She just hated her mother.
She tossed and turned in bed. Her rage at her mother was not going
away; if anything it was getting worse. To lock her up all day! When
she needed so very badly to be out and about.
Finally, at 2am she rose and walked to her mother's room, which was as
always open a crack.
She let herself in and went quietly to her mother's bedside. There she
was, face relaxed in sleep. She could sleep, after what she had done!
Anne's rage boiled until she saw red pounding at the edges of her
vision. She walked back to the kitchen, and rummaging around found the
special knife for cutting Asian vegetables, incredibly sharp.
She glided back to her mother's bedside -- her mother, who had locked
her in the basement, ignored her screams, tried pathetically to atone
for her sins with some mere food, and now was so unconcerned with
locking her daughter in the basement that she could lie there sleeping!
Anne's rage redoubled as she remembered clawing at the door at the top
of the cellar stairs, totally beside herself.
She stood by the bed, knuckles white as she held the knife.
Joint
statement of the Interfaith Emergency Commission On Sexuality
Conclusion:
Our group was composed of Catholics, Protestants, Jews, Muslims,
Hindus, Buddhists and many others, as well as humanists.
Our differences on the nature of the Divine are substantial, and we
have no prospect of resolving them any time soon. But all our faiths
share the profound goal of understanding how to live our lives
properly, in accord with the dictates of the Divine Will as we from our
differing perspectives understand it.
So when the thinking from diverse traditions converges on a nearly
unanimous recommendation that is in accord with secular wisdom as well,
we think it is a conclusion that all people should accord the most
serious consideration.
A virus now infects a large majority of the people on earth. The
infection causes girls to go into heat, a concept we are familiar with
from the animal world. But the compulsion it arouses in the girls is
more extreme than the estrus in any animal. The compulsion engendered
in men to fulfill the girls' desires is equally astounding.
The behaviors these compulsions lead to are contrary to the traditional
moral codes of every one of our religions.
We know that this virus was crafted by men as a response to an
extremely serious fertility crisis that threatened humanity's survival.
We are divided on how the man-made source or the extreme danger it was
meant to combat influence how we should respond.
Our unanimous recommendation stems from another source.
The natural response to this phenomenon has been to physically restrain
girls when they enter these estrus periods. While effective in the
short term, the long-term consequences are profound. When the girls
know who was responsible for restraining them, their anger is profound.
Approximately ten percent attempt to murder whoever restrained them.
The other girls become cynical and surly. They have little joy in
living, and never forget or forgive. Twenty percent are diagnosed as
sociopaths. The only known partial cure is for the girl to be allowed
her sexual freedom when she next comes into heat. It is little comfort
that girls over the age of 21 have milder heats without the severe
negative consequences if they cannot fulfill their urges completely.
When the seemingly correct moral action results in profound
psychological damage in every single person we are trying to protect,
something is seriously wrong.
The nature of the Divine has not changed, but the world has changed,
and we believe that the Divine will is for our standards of morality to
adjust accordingly.
We unanimously recommend that all girls be given their sexual freedom,
and that all men be morally permitted to engage in intercourse with
them at the girls' request.
William's daughter Emily lay on her back, naked, chest heaving and
covered with sweat. He held her left arm down against the bed, and his
wife Janet, Emily's mother, held the right. They were restraining their
daughter so she wouldn't claw or punch any of the men who were
servicing her.
"Come already, damn you!" Emily shrieked, as the boy Arthur pumped into
her pussy. "I need the next guy!"
"It's OK, Arthur," William said softly. "Go at your own pace."
Arthur gave William a brief smile and returned his attention to Emily's
sopping wet pussy, where his penis dove in and out in a frenzy. He had
been at this for five minutes, though, and that was getting a little
long for Emily to wait. On a hunch, William said, "Maybe you'll be the
one to father her child."
Arthur looked over at William and started to smirk, but he saw that
William's expression was earnest and serious. Arthur turned his
attention back to where his shaft was pounding into Emily's twat. His
balls clenched against his shaft. Sure, dozens of men would be shooting
their sperm into her, but it could be his that impregnated her! To have
his chance, he had to ejaculate, and suddenly all of his systems moved
in that direction. The ache of intense pleasure spread, and within a
minute he pounded deep into the girl while adding his sperm to the
roiling mass up in Emily's cunt.
"OK, so now get off, damn you!" Emily shouted.
Arthur dismounted and Felix stepped up to the plate. William knew just
what went through Felix's mind as he smelled that intoxicating, almost
maddening odor and saw the pussy open and waiting, ready to receive his
cock and sperm -- beseeching him to give it to her.
"Any time," said Janet playfully. "I see you've got a big one!" she
remarked as the large organ slid into her daughter.
"Oh yes, yes," Emily moaned. "Fuck me hard -- that's so nice. Faster,
oooo!" She looked up at Felix, eyes locked with his, pleading. "Shoot
it out!"
Felix bore down with his thick cock with a speed and pressure that were
quite impressive.
"Sperm... now!" Emily insisted. "Fuck it up into my cunt, fill me with
it!"
Felix was on the glide path to orgasm, that was plain. Moans, tension,
a slight slowing and deepening of his thrusts. "Oooooo," he moaned.
Emily screamed again, her umpteenth orgasm. William thought maybe he
should recommend cotton balls to others stuck in his position -- her
screams were downright painful.
"Who else is out there?" Janet asked.
"No one," Felix panted.
Uh-oh, thought William. He had already mounted his daughter and come in
her four times, but his stamina wasn't quite what it used to be. He
doubted he could come again, despite that intoxicating aroma, but his
cock was hard.
"Could you hold her arm," he said to Arthur, who was on the verge of
leaving. She probably wouldn't claw her own daddy, but William wanted
to make sure.
"Why?"
"So I can do her and try to keep her content."
Arthur shrugged and held her arm.
"Here it is, baby, it's daddy again," William said, sliding into his
daughter's sperm-sopped pussy.
"Oh, daddy, thanks daddy!" Emily sighed.
She was fine for the moment, but Janet was worried and addressed Felix.
"Where are those other guys? Burt and all?"
Felix shrugged.
Janet thought. "Can you hold her other arm, while I find some more?"
"All right," Felix sighed. Everyone said it was just a matter of a
fuck, as quick as you wanted, but it seemed that half the time there
was some other catch.
"Thanks," Janet said, slipping him a ten, which improved Felix's mood.
She handed one to Arthur too.
William thrust away, strongly and steadily.
"Emily, a rest might do you good."
"Yeah, daddy, maybe," said the exhausted girl.
William knew that she couldn't rest unless a cock was pumping inside
her, so he gathered his stamina to provide her with this very strange
lullaby. He lowered himself onto his daughter so he wasn't holding all
his weight up, his chest against her slick skin, daughter breasts
against father chest. He picked a slower pace that he thought he could
maintain, a gentle rowing in and out.
"I love you, Emily," he whispered.
"Love you too, daddy," said his daughter, who looked vague and seemed
to doze off.
After a few minutes, she stirred and opened her eyes a crack, saying,
"Deeper, OK?"
William realized his strokes had been weakening, so he lengthened his
strokes again, giving some extra deep thrusts, mashing their pubic mats
together.
Emily gave a little smile and her face went slack again.
Outside, Janet was worried. William could keep her daughter happy for a
while, but soon she would be wanting sperm again -- fresh, new sperm
from a new man. It was a little embarrassing to be standing beside the
road as she was, pointing to her pussy as each car passed. People knew
what that meant, but there was a certain stigma to it. It implied that
a girl's family hadn't planned ahead.
The minutes went by, and no one stopped. Janet sighed. Time to up the
ante.
She pulled her own slacks and panties down to her ankles and opened her
shirt, unfastening her bra. This implied that anyone who stopped could
feel her up too, along with fucking the girl. But that wasn't the main
reason this second step was effective. A guy was more likely to take a
few minutes out of his life for a girl when it was really important,
and if a mother stripped it meant she thought her daughter really
needed it.
Soon enough a construction pick-up stopped and two guys got out,
presumably on their way home after a day's work. Their odor was a
little ripe, Janet noted, and they were more than a little dirty. But
Janet knew her daughter wouldn't mind. It was the cock and the sperm
that mattered.
"Thanks, guys," she said, and pointed them towards the house.
On the way past one of them hefted her breast and pinched her nipple
hard. Yeah -- that was part of the deal.
A red sports car pulled over and a man got out, dressed in a fine suit.
He walked up to her.
"Your girl need some help?" he said kindly.
"Yes, thanks so much."
"First things first," he said, and reached his head down to suck on her
left nipple. Janet groaned inwardly, and not from the pleasure. She was
old enough that she had never been in heat, and she was glad of that.
She didn't really appreciate being pawed, but she would do it for her
little girl. The guy moved to her right nipple, and sucked away
enthusiastically on that too, meanwhile cupping her sex with his hand.
And there she was, in full view by the side of the road.
Suddenly he stood up. "Darn, just realized I have an appointment!" he
said with a little smirk, which let Janet know that he had never
intended to go in and help out his daughter. She felt a surge of anger,
but let it go.
Perhaps lured by the public display of breast-sucking, a car pulled
over. It had three guys in their early 20s, she guessed. They looked
respectable.
"I see he took a free sample," said the one in the lead as the other
man got into his car.
"He just realized he had an appointment," Janet said, keeping a
straight face.
"Yeah, right," said the lead guy, and they all smiled.
"Hmmm," he said, ogling Janet. Then with a smile he kissed her on the
cheek and headed to the house. The second guy kissed her cheek too, as
did the third and last. He patted her butt too, though, when neither of
the others could see.
That ought to do it, she thought, and reassembled herself. That was
five guys.
A lot of the other parents were luckier. Alyssa's daughter Steph was
content with a guy every half hour. Imagine that! Emily didn't want her
pussy empty at all if she could help it, and got seriously bent out of
shape if she had to go five minutes without. And when she went into a
sperm-hungry mode, she wanted a new load every three minutes -- it was
hard to believe!
They said the more ravenous your daughter was, the greater the chance
it would take. This was Emily's second heat, and she dearly hoped one
of those gazillions of sperm cells would do the trick. Preferably not
one of her husband's -- but what the heck.
Emily bore a daughter from her second heat, but despite her best
efforts had only the one child.