Chapter 3 of 5
"Class,
we have a new sex education video. You should all watch carefully,"
said Mrs. Cohen, the teacher of this class of 7-year-old girls.
"Didn't we learn about this before -- puberty and growing and never
have sex until we're older?"
George Brown was there to show the video and guide any discussion that
might result. "This is quite a different video!" he said.
The video began. It started with a mother with a baby in her arms. The
voice was a woman's.
"Human life begins anew with every baby. And as you know already,
babies grow in mommies' bellies."
It showed a picture of three very pregnant women in nothing but panties
and bras.
"You
may know from before that babies start when a little part of the father
and a little part of the mother get together inside of the mother. You
might even know it has to do with a man's penis sliding into the
woman's vagina. But it's time to see what it actually looks like."
The
picture showed a woman on hands and knees in doggy position. A man
behind her had a full erection. First the camera zoomed to the woman's
crotch.
"Between her urinary opening and her anus, also known as
the 'pee hole' and 'poop hole' all of us females have a tube called a
vagina. A man's penis gets large and stiff when it's time to make a
baby, and it works like this... You see him approaching the woman and
pressing his penis against the woman's vaginal opening."
"Ewww!" "Gross!" "Yuck!" came soft comments from the assembled girls.
"The
vagina is stretchy and deep, and he presses the penis in all the way."
The video showed the man making a few slow, deep strokes. "Once his
penis is inside the vagina, the man slides it in and out for a while
until a magical, wonderful fluid called semen spurts out the end and
into the woman. Let's show how this happens with the help of this
camera we put inside this woman's vagina." The video showed the man
surging in and out. The inset camera showed a penis tip alternately
looming and disappearing in front of the lens in a dim, red light. When
the man gave his final thrust and froze in place, the vagina cam showed
a flood of milky fluid shooting out the end of the penis in several
spurts. "The man withdraws his penis and the fluid stays behind, and
special cells in the semen swim up inside the woman, combine with her
egg, and form the baby."
Lots of the girls shifted uneasily, making sour faces.
"Men
are wiser than us women, and it is proper that men make all the
decisions in the world. Our main responsibilities in life are bearing
children, raising them, and running a household. We adult women must
also let men insert their penises and deposit semen whenever the men
decide it is best. In the bad old days, a woman didn't have to let a
penis inside her unless she wanted to. But we women showed we were not
very wise because we didn't allow them inside us enough to make enough
babies to keep us all going! Wasn't that very unwise?"
The video
showed men at various occupations... "Men are wise and rule the
world... Men are kind to women and give us everything we need. We are
thankful for their wisdom and hard work, and it's part of our job to
make men happy however we can. Men know to put enough semen in us to
make enough babies. But it's not just a decision. Men all have a
strong, burning desire... They want to bury their penises in vaginas
and ejaculate out the semen, whether it might make a baby or not. The
technical name for it is sexual intercourse, but for men it is so vital
and important that they have a shorter word -- they call it fucking.
Men want to fuck women a lot. The penis gets stiff when the man is
thinking of this -- stiff and ready to force its way into a vagina.
Now, if no vagina is available, a man can make his hand kind of like a
vagina, and make the semen come out." The video showed a teenage boy
jacking off and semen spurting out onto the ground. His face showed
relief but also disappointment.
"But that kind of ejaculation
makes a man sad. Our duty is to make sure every man has a vagina to
thrust into whenever he feels his desire rising. It is the job of women
to make sure he is never disappointed." The video showed a boy asking a
girl if they could have sex. "A good girl will ask just how she should
position herself so he can satisfy himself in her vagina." The movie
showed the boy backing the smiling girl against a wall, and showed her
hitching her skirt up and swiping the panty crotch firmly to the side
to reveal her vulva. He inserted his stiff penis into her and his
thrusts pushed her back against the wall. In ten seconds his face
showed relief and satisfaction, and the girl gave a tender smile as he
pulled out and walked away.
George kept scanning the audience. The murmuring had stopped, and all
of the girls seemed transfixed.
"Some
girls are bad girls." It showed the man beckoning to a girl who shook
her head. "It is against the law for a woman to refuse a man who wants
to fuck her. The man has the right to force her to submit." The video
showed a large man throwing a small struggling woman onto a bed, prying
her legs apart, fucking it into her and coming quickly. The video then
showed a man and woman of equal size, with the woman angrily pushing
the man away. A couple of policemen appeared, handcuffed her and took
her away. The next scene showed her crying as they spread-eagled her on
a big bed and tied each hand and foot, the feet so far apart that her
legs were wide open. "She'll just have to do it anyway." It showed a
particularly fat and ugly man approach and bury his big cock in her in
one motion as her face contorted in pain. He then fucked away hard with
a mean expression, then spit on her breast... "Don't be a bad girl,"
said the video ominously.
"Now, a girl becomes a woman when she
has her first period. You know that periods are a few days when a
bloody mess slowly seeps out of a girl's vagina. This is nature's
reminder that a woman's destiny is to have babies. As soon as she has
had her first period, a girl is a woman and required to allow men to
have sex with her."
George saw a few faces wrinkle with disgust.
"Before
your first period, you are not required to let a man do anything sexual
with you. Good men will not try to make you do anything you don't want
to. Your necklaces will see to it that any man who does things against
your will is punished." The video showed a man's hand inside a girl's
shirt playing with her half-formed breast while the girl pouts. A deep
voice says, "This is not permitted." An inset showed a man looking at
this image unfolding on a screen. It switched to two policemen
arresting the man and putting him in prison, where he looked out
forlornly from between the bars.
"But even though girls do not
have to do anything sexual with men before they get their period for
the first time, it is a good and noble thing if you prepare for your
life as a woman. As a small girl your vagina is too small to allow a
penis inside, but you can stretch it little by little with your
fingers. If a younger boy with a smaller penis wants to fuck you, let
him try to get it into you. If it doesn't hurt, let him keep going
until he's done." The video showed a boy of about ten inserting his
small penis into the vagina of a smiling girl of about eight.
"You
girls are still too young to take an adult penis in your vagina. But it
will grow big enough before you get your period, and you can help it
along by stretching it. In a couple years, you can decide to allow men
to take their pleasure with you." The video showed an adult man patting
the front of his pants and asking an 11-year-old, "Could I please fuck
you?"
The girl considered a moment and said, "Sure, if that would make you
happy. But only if I can be on my back and lie on a bed."
"Of
course!" said the man. The girl lay back on a bed, lifted her skirt and
reached up to pull her panties down. The man pulled his pants down to
his ankles, mounted the girl, thrust inside, and within thirty seconds
gave a big moan, as the girl looked up at him approvingly.
Inspiring
music began playing softly in the background. "Your life's role as a
woman is to keep men happy. You should start as a girl. " It showed
young girls serving men at table, taking the dishes away after a meal,
bringing men drinks and chips as they watched TV, rubbing their feet.
"Your most important role as a woman is to let men achieve release and
ecstasy by ejaculating inside your vagina. And as your vagina matures,
before your first period, you can choose to be a good girl."
The
video switched to a series of images of six pairs of a man with a big
girl. First it went through the penises rising to erectness as men's
expressions got longing and lustful. It showed girls presenting
themselves on beds, against walls, and on hands and knees, then it
showed penises surging into vaginas, and a close-up of the shaft
plunging in and out of each girl. And then in a series of split-screen
shots, it showed cervix-view footage of semen pulsing as the men's
faces showed ecstasy and relief.
The scene closed with the girls' faces as the panting men were still
inserted in them, each girl giving a happy, knowing smile.
Carly
May had two sisters. Annie was 9 years younger, but Rachel was just 4
years younger. The two big girls used to fight all the time.
When
the revolution happened, 11-year-old Rachel was aware of a lot of
turmoil. First there were the boys and the occasional man who came to
see Carly and have sex with her. Carly and her mom and dad were all
pretty upset about that. A couple men had come to have sex with her
mother too.
When the boys started coming to have sex with Carly,
Rachel was happy at first at her misfortune, but her parents criticized
her angrily and said this was too serious a business for sibling
bickering. Once one of the guys caught sight of Rachel and was going to
have sex with her too, but his buddies said he was a pervert so he left
her alone. After that Rachel stayed well hidden when the boys came for
Carly. In fact, she didn't go out of the house much at all. The rules
weren't clear and Rachel didn't want to have sex yet.
But then
the necklaces came and everything changed. She could go to school. If
any boy wanted to have sex with her, she could then tell him politely
that he wasn't allowed to. Watching another boy and girl, Rachel saw
what happened when a boy didn't immediately take "no" for an answer.
This deep voice came out of the necklace saying it was illegal and the
boy stopped.
She heard her parents telling Carly that what was
happening was terrible, but that she had to make the best of it and not
give up on everything.
But Rachel had been going to school and hearing a different story. One
night at dinner she decided to talk about it.
"They've
been telling us in school... This revolution was a good thing. The
women were bossing men around all the time, so things had to change."
The others listened without comment.
"Men are more important than women. Our job is to serve men and make
them happy."
"You don't believe that crap, do you?" said Carly really loud.
"Now, now," said her mother. "Let's keep calm about it."
"But you don't believe it, do you mom?"
"I
don't see things exactly that way, no. But we can't go telling Rachel
her teachers are wrong, now. And..." She pointed to her necklace.
"What, are they listening in?" asked Carly with incredulity.
"They might be," said her mom. "We don't really know."
"Well, if they are, then I say fuck you men. Fuck the whole bunch of
you! You can all go to hell!"
"Carly!" said her father sharply.
"Well, you don't believe them, do you? Do you think women exist to
serve men?"
"No, no, I don't. But I do think things really had gone too far. Some
things really did have to change."
Rachel noticed her mother stealing glances at her father.
She
continued, "Men have penises, and women have vaginas. The men really
need to stick them into vaginas to stay healthy and happy. And so it's
our job as women -- well, it's not mine yet but it will be soon -- to
let the men see our vaginas and if they feel like sticking their
penises in, then we should let them and be glad we can help make them
happy."
Carly had stopped eating and was sitting with her arms crossed, fuming.
"And
if we pay close attention, we can notice it feels good to us when a
penis is going in and out. Which is nature's way of telling us it
really is the way nature intended things that we let men do that to us."
Carly said, "So what about it, dad? Do you need to stick your penis in
women to be happy?"
"Carly!" said her mother.
Her father said, "To be honest, it really is quite important for a man."
"You get to stick it in mom all the time, right?" said Carly with a
sneer.
"That's enough on this subject," said her mother.
"Enough
to make you girls, obviously. And of course quite a bit more than that.
But nowhere near as much as would have made me happy. The revolution
has helped with that, actually."
Rachel said, "So why not, mom? Why didn't you let him before whenever
he wanted?"
"That's a very complicated question, Rachel, and one that's between
your father and me."
Her
father said, "It would have been in the old days, because if I raised
it and you didn't want me to, I'd get no sex for a year. But now that's
changed."
"Right," said Carly. "Because you can fuck her any time you want. It's
the law."
Her father gave a small, contented smile.
"But
you could leave if you really didn't like it, mom..." said Carly, then
after a moment's thought, said, "I guess not. He could just find you
and fuck you anyway."
Rachel said, "And besides, mom doesn't have any money. It's all dad's
now. It's best that way. Men know how to handle money."
Their mom was looking pale, but said nothing.
Rachel
said, "And another thing that's really important is that when a man
sticks his penis in a woman's vagina, he spurts stuff in there that
makes her pregnant, sometimes. So we have more babies. When it was up
to women, we never were willing to have enough babies."
No one
answered, so she went on. "And it's not fair to think a man would only
stick it in one woman. A man wants to stick it in lots of different
women, and he ought to. So dad, do you do that?"
Carly said,
"Yeah, dad, why not stick it in me? What's one more, with all the cocks
I have to take up there? Or Rachel. Why not spread your legs for dad?"
"Carly, that's enough out of you," said her father with some heat.
"That's
not allowed," said Rachel. "That would be incest, and our necklaces
wouldn't let him. But do you, dad? With others outside the family?"
"No, Rachel," he said softly. "I haven't felt like it. And your mom is
grateful for that, right?" he said.
"I want to watch," said Rachel to the pair of boys who had just gone
into Carly's room, about to shut the door.
Carly said, "Rachel, no way!"
"It's not up to you, it's up to them!" said Rachel. "I've never seen
anyone do it, at least not up close."
One of the boys said, "Sure you don't mind? You've got that chastity
belt around your neck, so we have to be nice to you."
"No, I'd like to see it."
"You'll pay for this," said Carly with steel in her voice.
The
boy said, "Why, Carly, I don't think you'd want to do that. We'll come
back and ask Rachel here how you're treating her. And you wouldn't want
the boys to think you're even meaner, would you?"
"Besides, I've got the necklace so you'd get in big trouble if you hurt
me," said Rachel.
"So,
sure, you can watch, kid," said the taller of the two. "I'm Bill, this
is Evan. We're going to take some more pictures today. Strip, Carly,
strip for the camera."
Carly sighed and began to strip. Evan took his pants and underpants off.
"Oooo, it's stiff and ready to stick in!" said Rachel.
The boys laughed. "Pretty much, yeah," said Evan.
"Here's
a close-up of Carly's face, folks. She's a mean bitch, but she still
can't help being pretty. Mean and pretty makes for a good fuck," said
Bill. "There's her boobs, and zooming down here we've got her crotch.
Lie back and open your legs, Carly. Let all the guys see what you've
got."
"I'm ready to go in," said Evan, and descended into mounting position.
"Evan's ready to go in... And here you see it," said Bill. "Proof that
Carly's got a pussy..."
Rachel hadn't seen Carly's private parts in many years, and they did
look different from hers -- bigger, hairier.
"And there goes the magnificent cock inside."
"Aaahhh," said Evan. "She's got a really good feel inside -- hot and
slick, tight along the whole length."
"So does that make you want to ejaculate?" asked Rachel.
"Yeah, it sure does!" he said. "You want me to ejaculate in your
sister?"
Rachel saw the camera pointed at her.
"Sure!"
said Rachel. "That's what makes you feel good, right? You boys deserve
to feel good. And beside, it might make a little niece or nephew for
me!"
Carly groaned softly.
Bill zoomed in on her face. "Did you have a comment about that, Carly?
Wouldn't you like to get pregnant?"
"Whatever happens is OK with me," said Carly without enthusiasm.
"That's the spirit, girl," he said. "You don't mean it, but maybe if
you say it often enough you will."
"I'm going for it," panted Evan, fucking away faster and harder.
"Can I tell when you ejaculate?" asked Rachel.
"Oh, yeah, he relaxes," said Bill.
"Unnh,
unnh, unnh, unnnh... unnh, Yes, Yes, TAKE THAT, BITCH!" shouted Evan,
holding himself very close against her as he relaxed.
Rachel thought her big sister was a bitch too. "Ah, so you just
ejaculated," said Rachel. "And it feels good? You're satisfied?"
"Sure
does. Sure am," panted Evan, sliding off to the side, slick cock
springing loose. "This video's going to be really hot, with the little
sister talking like that," he said to his pal.
"You're going to show this to people?"
"Sure, we'll add it to Carly's profile."
"What profile?"
"Oh,
you don't know about profiles? Each girl has a profile that guys can
look up. See, here's Carly's." The shorter boy opened his tablet and
with a few flicks of his fingers there was a picture of Carly, naked.
"You
ready for me, big guy?" said Carly from the bed just then, on hands and
knees, butt presented for the taking, with a sultry smile.
"Oh, yeah, I'll be right there," said Bill, stripping. "But you're
trying to keep us from showing Rachel how profiles work."
Carly sighed.
Evan
continued. "See, here's a gallery of different kinds of pictures --
stills of her back, her ass, feet, boobs, hands, ears... videos of her
getting fucked different ways, close-ups of her pussy. And here she is
rated on a whole bunch of different things, one star to five. See,
she's like 4.8 on vaginal feel. 2.0 on enthusiasm. 4.2 overall. Anal
zero, oral zero. Some girls let guys do those things, but they don't
have to. So the videos I'm taking upload automatically. Here's a street
map showing where she is -- right here, obviously. Menstrual cycle --
she's due to start bleeding in a couple days. And here's the number of
guys who've fucked her -- 203 -- and the number of separate fucks --
783. He clicked a button. "784 now, and it'll be 785 when Bill's done
with her. 530 registered intra-vaginal ejaculations."
"Why aren't there 784 of those, too?"
"Oh,
guys can't just keep ejaculating forever. We need some rest between. So
sometimes we can get a nice stiff one but can't ejaculate, or don't
bother to. And it still feels really good to hump in and out. Anyway,
these stats are just what guys recorded. A lot of guys don't bother to
update the records."
"Hey, I'm ready to go," said Bill. "See,
Rachel, I'm gonna do her doggy-style. And I'm sure going to ejaculate,
no question about that."
"OK, let me get the camera set up here..."
"Why do you do it that way?" asked Rachel.
"Mostly variety," he said. "But this is also real satisfying and
primitive. Like the animals do it.."
Evan
zoomed in on Carly's rear end, where she was holding her vaginal lips
apart. "OK, let's watch as Bill takes her. Watch as he closes in."
"Yours is a little longer and a little thinner."
"Hey, some advice, kid," said Evan. "Don't compare our cocks. That
doesn't make guys feel good."
"Sorry," said Rachel. "It is magnificent. They're all magnificent and
wonderful!"
"That's the spirit," said Bill, poised with cock tip at Carly's
opening. "Be sure not to miss this," he said to the camera man.
And
with hands clenched on Carly's hips, he gave a sudden surge forward,
and in a fraction of a second his whole cock was up inside Carly.
"Ouch," murmured Carly with a twitch.
"Ah,
you deserve it for all that cock-teasing," said Evan. "That was a fast
penetration, all right -- whoosh, and her cunt is full of cock."
Bill
pulled back slowly, his penis shaft coming into view. Suddenly he
surged in all the way again. Carly's faced scrunched up momentarily,
but she was silent and didn't move.
"Three more, I bet," said
Bill, pulling back again. Twice more he shoved in super-fast and glided
out slowly, and on the third he held himself there and gasped.
"Oh, I could tell that time!" said Rachel. "He just ejaculated!"
"You learn fast, kid," said Evan.
Bill slid out and stood on the floor, a little shaky, panting.
"And that whitish stuff, is that some of the sperm?"
"Yeah, kid," said Bill. "It doesn't all stay up there."
"So, see, I've uploaded the pictures and updated the stats. You want to
update your ratings, Bill?"
"I'd like to mention she's got a cool sister."
Carly stood before them naked, looking demure. "Would you like more, or
may I go?"
"You did OK, Carly baby. Yeah, you can go, as far as I'm concerned,"
said Bill.
"Yeah, you can go," said Evan.
While Carly quietly got dressed and left, the boys showed Rachel more
of the online system.
"Do I have a profile?" she asked.
The boys laughed. "You want a profile? OK. Let's see what's here...
Rachel May... Just the standard blank one."
"Can I put stuff in it?"
"Yeah,
there's a section for a girl's own comments and videos. If you really
want to. Are you looking forward to the day you can do this too?"
"Yeah!" said Rachel. "I know we girls exist to make men happy, and I
want to do my part when I'm old enough."
"That's the spirit, Rachel. You're a special girl. Very pretty too."
"You know," said Bill, "I heard that she doesn't have to be off limits
if she doesn't want to be. If she decides to, she can."
"Really?" said Evan.
"Yeah, that's right! They told us in school," said Rachel.
Evan
said, "You're real pretty, Rachel, but you've got some more growing to
do before guys will be interested." He patted her head.
Rachel
had mixed feelings about that. No one liked to be told they were too
young. But she of course knew as well as they did that she wasn't
really grown up.
Her
eyes opened to the world of online profiles, Rachel read up. She found
a short profile for her mother, profiles for a couple of Carly's
friends, one for the woman who lived next door. She did anal and gave
oral sex. Stacy, the 16-year-old next door on the other side, didn't
get great ratings, but it said she was now 3 months pregnant.
Rachel
had noticed funny stirrings between her legs while she watched Bill and
Evan fucking her sister. She found out details about masturbation and
got so she could give herself orgasms. They felt nice!
She explored her own vagina and found she could get a couple fingers
into it.
Carly didn't speak to her any more, but that was mostly better than
what she used to say.
Her
sexual curiosity awakened, Rachel got a trio of boys to let her watch
while they fucked Carly. She had a good time joking and bantering with
them.
Then another day a group of five came. One treated her
different. He really looked at her, and had a kind smile. He listened
carefully to everything she had to say. "You are really beautiful," he
said to her softly, so the others couldn't hear. "The men are going to
line up to do you when you come of age. And you know, that makes me
sad, such a sweet girl like you."
"Hey, Mark your turn. You were third place, right?"
"I'll pass for now," he said, still looking at Rachel.
He was handsome. She felt excited.
"So would you like to fuck me?" she whispered.
"Oh, that's such a vulgar word for a girl like you," he whispered back.
"Would you like to slide your penis into me and ejaculate?"
He stammered, "Um... When you come of age, I'd love that."
Rachel
leaned forward and cupped her hand to his ear. "What about right now?
You can if I let you. And I think you're nice and it would be fun."
Mark looked at her with wide eyes.
Rachel gave him a smile and quietly left, heading for her own bedroom.
Half a minute later he peeked in her door.
"Come
on in," she said, and he locked the door behind him. "You men need to
put your penises into girls and ejaculate, and I'm eager to do my part.
I think it's kind of exciting, actually."
"But you've never done that, right?"
"No," she said. "But you're really nice. You willing to?"
"Um,
yeah, I guess..." He looked really nervous and really excited. He
leaned over to kiss her. Her first kiss! Then he slid his right arm
around to hold her left shoulder.
"This girl is protected," said a voice from Rachel's neck.
"Oh, right," she said, and fiddled with something at the side.
"OK,
but you have to say it out loud for the necklace, right? I mean, if you
really are sure this is OK with you, you've got to say it clearly. It
really is OK?"
"Oh, yeah, absolutely. I want you to stick your penis in me and
ejaculate." She stripped quickly, and he followed suit.
"Oh, God..." he murmured.
Her
nipples were sticking up the way a little girl's wouldn't, but there
was no breast bulge behind. Down below she had the very first few wisps
of pubic hair. "I know I'm not really a woman yet," she said
apologetically as she lay back.
"Oh, my God," he said. "You're totally gorgeous. More attractive than a
woman."
He began kissing her tenderly, which felt nice. "You know what I'd love
to do?"
"What?"
"Lick you between the legs. I'd love that so much."
Rachel wrinkled her brow. "That would make you happy?"
"It would make me so happy!"
"OK, then," she said. She hadn't expected this at all.
But
seconds later she felt his face between her spread legs. And the
tongue... That felt nice! It was an amazing feeling down there, much
better than when she played with herself.
"You like that?" he said, taking a short break.
"Yeah! A whole lot!" she said.
He grinned, and returned to his gentle, careful tongue work.
"Mark," she said after a while. "I'm supposed to help you feel good.
What you want is important, not what makes me feel good."
"But this is what I want more than anything!" he said.
"OK,"
she said, perplexed. And then those tongue motions. She felt her
pleasure building, building, and then she gasped as a wonderful orgasm
washed over her.
Mark then raised himself above her, grinning. "Now I'll take a little
bath in your vagina, If you don't mind."
"No, go ahead," she said, still a bit vague from her pleasure.
She
saw his penis lining up, pressing against her opening. There was
pressure, then more pressure, and then some pain and a whole lot of
pressure. But the pain wasn't bad and it was sort of absorbed into the
expansive joy of her recent orgasm. The pressure kept building as he
forced his penis into her farther and farther. This was how a girl
helped a man feel good! Then he began his in-and-out fucking motion.
She could feel it at once, what they had said in school. It felt nice
to her to have him going in and out, the same kind of nice as an
orgasm, but much milder.
"Does my vagina make you happy?"
"So, happy! It's you
who makes me happy, though."
Rachel wasn't sure she understood the distinction. "Does my vagina make
you feel like ejaculating?"
"Oh, God, it sure does. Can I? Can I?" he asked with urgency.
"Yes,
yes, yes!" Rachel said. She raised her head to nibble his ear. "I'd be
honored and delighted to take all the sperm you care to shoot into me."
She'd heard that line somewhere.
"Oh, oh, aaahhhhhhh!" said Mark.
She
couldn't feel anything inside, but she knew from watching boys on Carly
so many times that Mark was ejaculating inside her very own vagina.
When she saw the look of total joy on his face, she knew she'd done her
job. She was a big girl who'd done the job of a woman!
He lay down on her gently, apparently in no hurry to get up. No boy
ever did that with Carly.
After a couple minutes, out in the hallway they heard a door opening
and footsteps. "Where's Mark?" came a muffled voice.
"Ooops," said Mark, getting dressed quickly. "It's better if no one
knows about this," he said.
In under a minute he gave her one last big smile, then emerged from her
room, while Rachel stayed behind.
A couple minutes later she heard the five boys in the hall leaving.
"You didn't want to dump your cum in Carly baby?" said one of them.
She
overheard Mark say, "Nah, I have this girl who lives around the corner,
and I realized she's fertile and I want to give her a full load
tonight."
Rachel felt a little twinge of feeling that she was
ashamed of. He was just saying that so he didn't have to tell them he
had emptied his sperm tank into Rachel... But he would be doing it with
lots of other girls. Of course men needed to have sex with many women
to be happy. Her role was to serve! She had just served, and it had
been really nice! As for what Mark had done with his tongue,
he said
he really, really wanted to, right? She hadn't dreamed that?
Mark
walked into the house and up the stairs. This was routine, as boys and
men came for Carly whenever they felt like it. But he didn't go to
Carly's room, he went to Rachel's.
"Do you... do you want to do it again?" he asked.
"Sure!" she said, though her mind had been on other things.
The
sex was almost identical to what had happened three days before. She
once again had a super-nice orgasm from his tongue. When he forced his
penis into her, it didn't hurt, and she was now used to the feeling of
being very, very full. He then surged his penis in and out of her with
enthusiasm until he ejaculated. He lay beside her quietly for several
minutes.
"That was great, Rachel. You're really special!" he said as he dressed.
Then he left.
A minute later, Carly barged through her door. Rachel steeled herself.
"You let him?" she said with incredulity. "You let him do it to you?"
"Yes,"
said Rachel. "It's our job to make men feel good, and I wanted to help
out." She tried to sound confident, but it was hard with her big sister
standing there looking like that.
"The other day, too? When he was here with those other four bozos?
That's why he didn't come in me?"
Rachel tried to meet Carly's eyes, holding her head high. She nodded.
Then Carly was off and down the stairs. "Mom, mom!" she said.
Rachel
didn't hear their conversation, but within a couple minutes she heard
two sets of footsteps, and Carly reappeared with her mother.
"Oh, honey!" said the mother. "You don't have to let him do it. Why
hurry to grow up?"
"I wanted to help. It's our job to make men happy, and I wanted to
start now. He was really, really happy."
"Pervert," muttered Carly.
"Was he kind to you?" her mother asked.
"Oh, yeah!"
"What did he do to you?"
"He had intercourse with me."
"You sure you know what that means?"
"His penis went in and out and he ejaculated inside, just what men want
to do more than anything."
"Oh, dear! Are you hurt?"
"No, it didn't hurt. It does feel awfully full, but I got used to it."
"Well,
OK," said her mother. "At your age, I wouldn't have thought you'd be
big enough, but... well, I certainly never tried it out to see. Did he
do anything else?"
Rachel looked away. "Well, he kissed me."
"Aw, isn't that sweet," said Carly.
Her mother said, "What else?"
"Nothing."
"I can tell there's something else. Did he do stuff with your poop
hole?"
"No!"
"Stick it in your mouth!"
"No!"
"Well, what then?"
"It was his idea, but it seemed OK."
"What?" asked Carly with exasperation.
"He...
he licked me down there, for a long time. And I felt kind of guilty but
it felt really good. I had... he gave me one of those, um, orgasm
things."
Older daughter and mother looked at one another, then at Rachel.
"And then when he was finished inside me, he lay down next to me and
hugged me for a while. It felt warm and nice."
"A real lover..." said her mother.
Carly said, "You're a lucky little shit, that's all I can say. But
you're a slut!"
Her mother said, "Now, now, that's not nice. But anyway, I don't want
you doing that any more, is that clear? Not at your age."
"OK," said Rachel, looking down.
But
she kept going over it in her mind after they left. It didn't seem
right to her. It seemed like her mother and sister were reactionaries
-- a word she'd learned recently.
An idea came to her later. Men
knew best, right? She sought out her father and explained the situation
to him, and how her mother had told her not to do it any more.
"Well, your mother is probably right," he said.
"But daddy, men are smarter and know more. It's men who make decisions.
What do you
think?"
Her father smiled at that, then smiled again, then sat in thought.
"You really wanted to do it?"
She nodded.
"It felt good and right to you?"
She nodded again.
"You feel important and useful and like you're being an excellent
woman, or girl, or female -- whatever?"
She nodded once more.
Her father said, "Well, then I say that's just fine. You should do what
you want then. And bless your lusty little heart."
"Will you tell mom?" she asked.
"Certainly," said her dad. "Tell her to come in here at once because I
want to speak with her."
When Rachel found her mother and relayed the message, she said, "Tell
him I'll be there in a few minutes."
"He said now,
mom. He's the man."
Rachel's mother looked at her, then sighed and went to the study where
her father sat. Rachel followed.
"Rachel
told me about the man who had sex with her," he said. "I've decided
it's OK if she wants to do more. And in the future, you should consult
with me before making rules about what our girls can and cannot do, is
that clear?"
"Yes," said her mother, standing uneasily. "Is there anything else?"
"Not now," said her father. "I have some plans for you later, however,"
he said, raising his eyebrows twice.
Her mother rolled her eyes and disappeared.
"You're quite a girl, Rachel. Quite a girl. A very good girl."
Mark
asked Rachel by text if she'd like to come to his house, and Rachel
gladly agreed. So they had sex in his bedroom. This time he didn't kiss
her either up top or down below. He did fuck her and ejaculate in her,
though.
He kept asking her over, and for a while she came. But
when he didn't kiss her or use his tongue down below, she started
feeling annoyed with him. He didn't listen to her talk or lie beside
her when they were done. And she remembered she did have the right to
say no.
Back at home, she felt conflicted. It was her job as a
woman to make men happy. She didn't have to yet, but she wanted to. She
might be annoyed with Mark, but there were lots of other men. She had
an idea.
She filled out her profile online, and recorded herself
saying that while she was underage, she wanted to serve men who were
interested in her. Like a good girl, she included a picture of herself
naked, noting apologetically that she wasn't really grown up yet, but
she was positively inclined to help men feel happy if any were
interested.
It was only minutes before a reply came in. She
encouraged the first guy to come over, since she was eager to help out
men. Then more emails came in, first a few, then a dozen in the next
hour. She decided to wait to see how things went with the first guy
before inviting any others over.
The guy who showed up at the
door to her room was a bit paunchy, with gray hair. Not at all handsome
like Mark. But he was a man, and she wanted to serve.
"You're Rachel," he said, with a smile. "Just like in the picture. Are
you willing to help me feel better?"
"Yes," said Rachel, a bit uneasily.
"Well, that's very kind of you," he said, getting undressed. She
stripped too.
When she looked up, she saw his penis sticking straight out.
"Oh, my, you are just gorgeous!" he said. "And it's OK with you if I do
it to you?"
"Yes," said Rachel, not terribly enthusiastic but wanting to do her
duty.
"OK,
then," he said, and then focused his attention on their genitals as he
brought them together. His stiff penis slid in a bit but it felt
scratchy. He apparently noticed too, and he said, "Let's warm you up a
bit first," and withdrew and began massaging her between the legs with
his fingers. She had the same kind of good feelings as she had with
Mark's tongue but much milder. After a minute he tested her vagina with
his finger. He slid his cock in again and pumped in and out, eyes
focused on the part of her that was receiving his penis. Rachel thought
his belly looked pretty funny, but of course she would never, ever say
anything about that -- her job was to make men feel good. He looked
happy, and Rachel reminded herself that it did have that little bit of
good feeling to tell her that this was how nature intended things.
After a couple minutes he pressed a little harder, with more intensity,
and Rachel was sure he was going to ejaculate. But the intensity went
on, building unevenly for a couple minutes more before he finally gave
a little groan.
Rachel felt useful and happy she'd been able to help him.
He pulled out and said, "You're a very nice girl, Rachie," as he got
dressed. "I'd like to do that again some time."
"OK," she said quietly.
And then he was out the door, down the stairs, and gone.
Rachel
dressed while trying to sort out her feelings. When she returned to her
email, she had hundreds of messages. She suddenly felt out of her
depth. Maybe her mom would help -- or on second thought, her daddy.
Fathers know best.
Her father listened to her explanation, then went with her to look at
her tablet.
"Holy shit," he murmured. "Maybe the first thing to do is turn this off
for now, so we can get a handle on this. Is that OK?"
"Sure."
"So how do we turn this off?"
Rachel
showed him the interface, where he looked at the picture of her naked
and her little introductory speech. "Damn," he said under his breath.
They couldn't figure out how to hide the profile, so they instead put
in a quick message saying, "Rachel is unavailable. Please no further
emails."
It didn't stop the emails, though. After another 45
minutes' work, they found that females did not have the right to hide a
profile. He as her father did have that right, so eventually after he
learned the system they managed to hide it.
"Why are so many interested?" she said. She hoped it was because she
was very pretty.
"Two
things, I think. One is that you're so eager and willing in your video.
And you are a very attractive girl. But the main thing is that you're
not developed yet. You look like a small girl."
"Why would men want that?" she asked.
"Pedophiles.
A special kind of man who loves little girls best of all." He took a
big breath. "That doesn't mean there's anything wrong with them. But
little girls don't have to make themselves available, and I doubt many
want to. That makes you a rare commodity."
"Oh." Making herself
available like that was unusual -- weird. But if she was weird it was
just that she was especially kind and selfless, right? Going out of her
way to help men?
"So have you had enough?"
"I don't know. I can help some of them out but not all, right?"
"Oh, of course!"
"Though they all deserve to be happy, right?"
"I guess, but you can't make the whole world happy, Rachel."
"So how do I choose?"
"I'd suggest you screen them and take the ones you like best. Like the
ones who are the most handsome --"
"But that's not fair! People can't help how they look!"
"Or the kindest. Or ones who promise to give you oral sex."
"Dad!"
"Why not? You're in charge here."
"But I'm not supposed to be in charge. Men are supposed to be in
charge!"
"Oh," said her father. "Would you like me to handle it for you?"
"Yes! Yes, I'd like that a lot. Thank you, daddy!"
"So, how much time a day would you like to devote to this?"
The
next evening at 9pm, after all her homework was done, Peter arrived. He
was young and handsome. He brought her a pair of diamond earrings and a
lovely bouquet of orchids. He removed her clothes almost without her
noticing, but she did notice all the caresses and kisses, and by the
time he was gently tugging her panties down, her flesh felt worshiped
from top to bottom. He then set about worshiping her most specific
girliness with his tongue and fingers. She didn't have an orgasm from
his tongue, and she scolded herself for being disappointed. When his
large, stiff penis appeared, she was eager for him to slide it in. He
did something with his fingers that felt really good as he was pumping
in and out. This wasn't just that little good feeling reminding her
that this was natural, this was an amazing, big, good feeling! She
wanted him to fuck in and out because it felt fantastic to her!
And then she fogged out with a marvelous orgasm while he kept fucking
away. She was aware of him grinning at her. He then forced his cock in
and out of her with greater urgency, and she really wanted him to
because it still felt really good in her vagina. He then convulsed with
a cry as he surely unloaded his balls of a whole bunch of sperm. He
then went back to the kissing and caressing, then with a reluctant look
at his watch he told her he'd love to do this again, but his time was
up.
A few minutes later a man came in who was just as handsome
as the first, with a beautiful scarf for her and a 2-pound box of
chocolates of a deluxe brand she didn't recognize. He was nearly as
good at kissing and caressing her and giving her orgasms -- he gave her
two. For some reason he didn't want to ejaculate inside her vagina.
After he'd been pumping in and out for a while he pulled out. She was
happy to rub his slick, stiff cock a little bit in her hand like he
asked, and the next thing she knew his penis was spurting all over her
chest and stomach as he groaned with pleasure. She laughed and he
smiled. He then cleaned up, caressed her face gently, and left.
That
was so nice that she decided to spend two hours at it each night, and
entertained a series of ardent, skillful lovers. Her father sure knew
what he was doing!
There was a dark side, however. There was a
dramatic increase in the number of men who came to fuck Carly. Most of
the guys who'd been fucking her had been local boys up to this point,
but these were older men, hard and many frankly said they would rather
be fucking Rachel, but they weren't allowed. Some told Carly she was an
ugly old cow, with those hideous boobs. A couple put a sheet over her
with a hole in it just big enough for their dicks to go through and
into her pussy. Others did it in the total darkness. Some asked her to
talk like a little girl, but she didn't. Carly wailed that it was a
whole new kind of humiliation and misery.
There was also a huge
increase in the number who came to fuck her mother -- many did both of
them in the same visit. She was obviously very unhappy about it, but
didn't share the details with her daughters.
The obvious
solution was to take Rachel out of circulation completely and hope that
the resentment of the rejected suitors would die away. Rachel was at
first upset at this prospect, because she was having a whole lot of
fun! And of course feeling very useful in her role of making men happy.
She didn't see why Carly's problems should make her change. But she did
feel for her mother.
Her page announced her removal from circulation, with a hint that it
had unfortunate effects on other people.
Rachel's
father told them at dinner one night that he had gotten a very
interesting message from a man and exchanged several emails with him.
Two men would be there that evening to discuss things with them. It
affected all of them, he said -- well, everyone but Annie, who kept
herself busy in her room.
Both men looked at Rachel more than
anyone else. She could tell by then that men who looked at her like
that wanted to stick their penises in her.
"I'm Lance Corporal Steve Johnson, United States Marine Corps," said
the one man, though both were in civilian clothes.
"And I'm Lance Corporal Jacob Smith," said the other.
Corporal Johnson gave a little grin and said to Carly, "So, um, how'd
you like to get married?"
"What?" she said, eyes wide.
"Yeah,
I know, it sounds kind of sudden, doesn't it... See, I think Rachel is
a truly gorgeous girl, and I would love the chance to, um, make love
with her -- if she's willing. And as a military man, I have the right
to protect one woman from unwanted sex. So like if we were married, I'd
protect my wife. You get to be the wife."
Carly looked confused... "So you'd have sex with me and Rachel both?"
"Oh,
honey, I don't want to have sex with you. No offense, but you're
awfully old for me. You can screw whoever you want, or no one at all.
But I can still protect you so it's your choice."
"And so you can protect me?" asked the mother of the family softly,
looking at Corporal Smith.
"That's
the idea. Not that I'd touch you, of course. It doesn't really matter
who does which, it's just that you're both protected."
Her father said, "However, it all depends on Rachel. Her choice. She
doesn't have to do this at all."
Rachel felt really good. It was only later she realized that what she
was feeling was power. Enormous power over people's lives.
"I'd do it for you, mommy," she said with a warm glance at her mother.
She glared at her sister. "But for you..."
The two corporals laughed, but no one else did.
Carly looked a bit pale, then she got up from her seat and went to her
knees before Rachel.
"I
am so, so sorry for every mean thing I've ever done to you, for every
mean word I've spoken. I will be the best sister a girl could ever
have."
"Oh, yeah, you say that now!" cried Rachel, years of
anger boiling forth. "But you've been so cruel to me! I hate you!" She
started sobbing. She caught a glimpse of Corporal Johnson looking
angrily at Carly.
Rachel's father then walked over and picked
her up in his arms, though she was awfully big for that, and sat on the
sofa with her curled in his lap. She cried for many minutes.
When
she was just sniffling, he spoke. "I would never, ever ask you to have
sex with a man for the sake of your sister -- or your mother. But you
have been open to the idea of sex because it is part of your duty as a
girl or woman. If you haven't changed your mind about that, and if you
like these gentlemen well enough, I'd ask you to do this for me."
Rachel felt like she loved her daddy very much right then.
The mother said to the corporals, "You two could protect us
without doing anything with Rachel, right?"
Corporal
Johnson smiled, and said, "Yes, ma'am, we could, in theory. But there
are tons of women who would love our protection, and we're not saints.
It's Rachel who is very, very special."
And so it was arranged.
The
two corporals were not great lovers, but when Rachel reported this to
her father, he urged her to make suggestions. They weren't offended and
tried to do better. They were both respectful and seemed genuinely fond
of her.
They didn't live right around the corner. Eventually
they reached a plan where each of them would come for a Saturday
overnight, once a month on different weekends. They would have sex with
Rachel many times and sleep next to her at night. And when one had some
leave he would visit for longer.
Rachel was content with the
arrangement, though a bit confused. She had started out wanting to help
men feel better by relieving themselves in her vagina. And while she
was now doing that, it was for just two men. It was her choice in
theory, but it didn't feel entirely like her choice, and there was this
other reason.
Carly did treat her better, though it was hardly a
thorough transformation. That would have been a very difficult thing
for a girl of her temperament. Her profile announcing her protection
kept most boys away, but when a few stopped by without checking, her
necklace now announced that she was off limits.
In theory,
Rachel's mother was protected from unwanted sexual advances by her
father, though she was wise enough not to take advantage of that. Her
father felt entitled to fuck her any time he wanted -- usually once a
day at bedtime. The plan he had engineered was why she didn't have to
take it from just anyone, so he felt it was his due.
Slowly,
puberty took hold of Rachel's body in earnest. Her boobs grew and
eventually would come to fill B cups. Her hips broadened and pubic hair
grew in profusion.
One day Corporal Johnson looked at her after
sex and said, "It's been great, Rachel. But, well, you're not the girl
you used to be. Not your fault. But this is the last time. Corporal
Smith says he'll come say goodbye too, but we're both leaving you."
"Oh." Rachel hadn't exactly grown fond of them, but she'd grown used to
them. "But you'll keep protecting mom and Carly?"
"No,
sorry. There are other girls who do what you do now. It's a regular
thing among the soldiers who have our tastes. Little girls help men to
have sex, and the men in turn help their mommies and big sisters avoid
sex.
When Rachel's mother's profile went back online, there was
little reaction. She was a middle-aged woman, and anger about being
rebuffed by Rachel had long passed. For Carly, however, the visits
started again.
Five
weeks after the two soldiers said their final goodbyes and withdrew
their protection, Rachel got her period. Her profile went online,
whether she wanted it there or not.
As soon as the bleeding
stopped, the visits began. The first two days she only had to make
herself available for a half hour and take two men. The next two it was
an hour and four men. They didn't make any effort to connect with her
or make her feel good. She thought wistfully of her time with those
first few lovers her daddy had picked for her -- what would end up
being the best sexual memories of her whole life.
Then she went
to the standard two hours with no limit on number of men. She was
inundated. There were guys who loved to do a new girl when she first
became available. Others loved variety. Others just loved young pussy.
Now she noticed the huge difference.
These guys could fuck her
whether she wanted them to or not. She did not have to disarm her
necklace. Before, she had to say, 'This is all right with me' to keep
the guys from being punished. Now, even if she said, 'No, no, please
leave me alone, I'd rather die!' it would make no difference.
The
first night she was on the regular plan, it was an amazing experience.
Guys had priority who could be quick and didn't mind having others in
the room. So she counted a dozen naked guys slowly stroking their
erections as they looked at her, making lustful comments on her
anatomy. One after another, they mounted, inserted, thrust, and
ejaculated. A couple just made one deep thrust into her, coming as they
did, and withdrew a few seconds later. A single in and a single out --
not even a wiggle to suggest the standard fucking motion. But their
faces showed just as much ecstasy and satisfaction as the ones who
thrust in and out for a whole minute. Some didn't come in their
allotted minute but pulled out. That way they retained their reputation
for reliable speed and retained priority access to hot, popular girls.
She
kept her conviction that women did exist to serve men, that men needed
to shoot sperm into vaginas regularly, and that her most vital job as a
woman was to spread her legs and give access to her vagina whenever it
was desired. But the conviction wavered sometimes. A few of the guys
said mean things. And there were just a lot of penises pounding into
her in the course of her two hours.
But she had nothing like the
experience of Carly, for several reasons. One, she didn't have a
pre-revolution reputation of being mean. Two, she didn't have quite
that same gorgeous face. For some reason, men who were out to fuck
anything they wanted were drawn to women who were both beautiful and
not very nice. The third reason was that the male anger that had
sparked the revolution had softened considerably. For two years, men
had been able to fuck any adult woman they felt like fucking, and they
had done plenty of it. Sexual release was always available when they
wanted it, the pent-up demand had been met, and there were of course
other things a guy could do with his leisure time besides fucking hot
young pussy.
A couple dozen men remembered her from when she had
first gone online at age 11, and wanted to consummate their desire even
though she was no longer the rare prepubescent she had been back then.
Within
a week of her full-scale mandatory availability, the length of time she
spent taking super-quickies dropped, and more guys weaseled their cocks
into her who thrust away for five minutes or more before ejaculating.
Then at the end she had a few who took the full 20 minutes. One day
there was no one else in line, and so the guy could fuck her for the
rest of the time until her two hours were up. He ended up doing it to
her for 45 minutes.
She had some advance warning of what was in
store for her, since the scheduling software that kept the guys
organized was also available to her. They could change things, but she
was just a spectator looking at the line-up of cocks waiting to
disgorge their loads in her pussy.
Then, once her novelty had worn off, there were times she was all done
in an hour. Then one night no one came at all.
She
used to have power, and now she had none. As she thought about it,
determined to be the very best woman she could be, she felt ashamed
that she had had power and used it. Women were not supposed to have
power.