Men
Strike Back: The Right to Rape
by Sterling
Chapter 5 of 5
The
new sexual rules had the desired effect on fertility. Women and big
girls everywhere missed their periods and their bellies swelled just
the way they're supposed to. The regime scrambled to make the needed
infrastructure, from gynecologists to delivery rooms, nurseries, diaper
supplies, preschools... It was all planned for. The state provided
generous support for any girl or woman with a baby if she didn't have a
man providing for her.
Since women were usually mated by several
men during their fertile periods, it introduced a new problem. In
general, the women didn't know who had impregnated them. It would be
good for the long-term mental health of little boys if they knew who
their fathers were. It couldn't hurt for the little girls either.
Over
time, everyone's DNA was sequenced and stored in a database. From a
mother's DNA and a baby's DNA, it was an easy search to find who the
daddy was.
ID
necklaces were optional for men, but over time most decided to wear
one. For hot babes, it put a guy in line in front of anyone without
one. If he came quick, it put him in front of the slowpokes. If he was
innocent, it ruled him out of suspicion for any crime, because he was
almost always somewhere else. Adam had been slow to give a DNA sample,
but he had to give one when he got a necklace. When he did, the
computers churning with his DNA found he had fathered nine children!
And who knew how many more were in the oven?
Nine children!
Most guys he knew hadn't fathered any, even if they'd seeded way more
pussies than he had.
He
decided to fill in his own online profile. Though it was optional for
men and he could veto any contents, he advertised his fertility. He was
handsome and smart, tall and athletic. He was proud.
The very next day he got his first contact, from a girl who lived a
half mile away.
"Hi, Adam, this is Julie."
"Why, hello Julie." he looked up her profile. Decent-looking.
"Would you be willing to fuck me?"
"Girl like you, I should think you'd be getting plenty of attention."
He hoped its was his stunning physique that attracted her.
"Oh,
I am," she said, not sounding very pleased. "But my fertile period is
coming up, and if you're willing, I'd really like to get you as the
daddy."
"What's the chances of that? You probably get 30 guys who do it to you
when you're fertile, right?"
"I think it was 74 last time."
"In two hours? That's under two minutes each!"
Julie sighed. "When a girl is fertile, she's got to take it for four
hours, not two."
"Oh, wow."
"Recent rule change."
"Makes sense, helps make babies. So what chance do I have against 74
others?"
"You have fathered nine babies, right? So your sperm must be pretty
good."
"Yeah, I guess."
"But
I've also got a plan. As soon as my four hours is up, I'm going to try
to get all the cum out of my pussy -- just with my finger -- it's
legal. Then if you came an hour later, your sperm would have an edge.
and then if you did it again an hour before my vagina opens for
business the next day, you'd have a good shot then too."
Adam's cock was hard thinking about it. "OK, sounds good."
"From
the rear would be best. And I'd stimulate myself while you're fucking
so I get an orgasm right after you spurt. It might help."
"You're not telling me exactly how to fuck you, are you?"
"Oh,
no, of course not!" she said quickly. "Any way you want would be OK. My
role is to serve you. But if you wanted to be a daddy one more time, I
think that would offer the best chance."
Since she was offering
him access outside of her "normal business hours", it was her choice.
If he wanted to be invited back for another breeding attempt, he'd
better keep her happy. Of course he could
just blow the whole thing off and go on fucking whatever other girls he
felt like. But what she was asking for was pretty reasonable. Fuck her
from the rear? No problem!
"And if you keep all your sperm to yourself for like 24 hours
beforehand, that would help too."
Adam paused. "So you really, really want to have my baby? You want to
get pregnant?"
Julie
hesitated. "Yes, I'd like that very much. Or, well, my silly girl brain
might actually want to wait a little for a baby, but you men know best.
And if I've got to have a baby right now, I'd rather have the best
daddy for it I can."
Nancy
was happy to be left alone most of the time. She didn't want to bring
any babies into this revolutionary nightmare, where a son would be
brought up to be a serial rapist, and a daughter would be the victim of
perpetual gang bang.
She knew she was fat and ugly, and guys
flocked to the skinny babes. It worked out well. So she was surprised
when a guy emailed to say he'd be over to fuck her. When she looked it
up, she realized with dread that she was fertile. People said there
were a few guys like this, but she'd never met one -- checking out the
dogs and fucking them when they were fertile.
He was pretty ugly, short and bald.
"Just as ugly in person as with the pictures," he said when he arrived.
Nancy seethed but of course didn't say anything.
"Turn the lights out, don't say anything, and I'll do you from the
rear."
As
she felt the mysterious presence behind her, he said, "However ugly you
are, a baby's a baby. Got a lot better shot when there's not much sperm
competition."
Nancy felt hands behind her spreading her butt cheeks to the side, then
she felt the little poke.
"Your
ass is so fat I can barely get it in! And I've got seven inches! But I
got it. I'm in enough..." He pumped in and out. "However ugly the girl,
the cunt's always smooth and hot. Just asking for an ejaculation.
Speaking of which..." She felt him pump faster. "Aaaahhhh," he said
fifteen seconds later. As he pulled out, he said, "Swim fast, little
sperm!"
Without another word to her, he pulled up his pants and left.
The
video opened with a quick sequence of twenty different boys at the
moment of orgasm, face and vocalization telling the story of the
ultimate satisfaction. The video also showed their cocks fully inserted
in girls, whether from the front, the rear, the side, lying or standing.
"When
a boy reaches puberty, his body changes in many ways. He grows, gets
muscles, and his voice deepens. His testicles and penis grows much
larger. He thinks about things differently, and the biggest change is
thinking about sex. He dreams about sex and wants sex. For most boys,
ejaculation deep inside a vagina becomes the best thing in the whole
world. It's called fucking, and it's the ultimate satisfaction."
The
background music switched to a minor key. "Before the revolution, most
boys were frustrated most of the time. Very few girls would let them in
their vaginas, and even they were very picky and only allowed it now
and then. A boy who forced himself into a girl could be punished
severely. Instead, boys were stuck looking at pornography and
masturbating -- poor substitutes for the real thing."
The music switched to a major key and got more inspiring as it showed
hot babes getting fucked.
"That's
all changed, and now boys get to fuck anyone they want! Just about any
high school girl is available for the taking. If a boy shows up during
her available hours and wants to fuck her, he gets to fuck her. No more
idle wondering which of ten girls would be the best in bed. A boy can
find out for himself by fucking all ten of them! If he finds one he
likes best, he can fuck her every single day, if the line of other guys
waiting their turn isn't too long. But
some boys are hesitant. Some don't think they should do something so
intimate and personal with a girl without her really being interested
too. Compassion -- it's a good thing. But
when we tried compassion and equality, before the revolution, it was a
disaster. A girl could send a boy to prison just by saying he had
touched her. Girls and women would get boys and men to be their virtual
slaves just for a chance to be allowed into her vagina now and then.
And worst of all, they just didn't allow men in often enough to make
the babies we need to keep going and replace the people who die. More
and more women decided that they wanted to get sexual stimulation from
other women and not from men at all. Men
are wiser than women in all ways, but above all in this one particular
way: sex, and how often to have sex. Women
getting fucked against their will is the natural order, a natural part
of the human condition. Scientists know that when hunter-gatherer bands
fought, one main reason was women. The victorious band killed all the
men in the defeated band, but they took the women for themselves. They
took them for their own and raped them, over and over again. The women
got pregnant, had babies, and cared for them. You have countless
forebears who were conceived exactly like that -- from 'marriages'
based on rape that nonetheless were vital to the line of inheritance
that has ultimately produced you. We
can get scientific proof today that women are designed to have sex
against their will. Women's vaginas are really ready to take a man's
penis at any time, but they get more lubricated to allow the penis to
slide in and out more easily. This happens when the woman's body
decides that sex will happen soon. See this graph showing the
lubrication as the scene below unfolds when a woman wants sex."
The
video showed a woman asking a man if he'd have sex with her. He kissed
her, and her lubrication began to rise. They took their clothes off and
then he fondled her breasts and thighs, the lubrication rising the
whole time.
"But look what happens here."
The video
showed a man arguing with a woman, throwing her down on a bed and
getting into position to mount her. The graphic showed her lubrication
rising rapidly too!
"The vagina knows the score. It prepares for
getting fucked even if the woman herself doesn't want it, because for
countless generations that's the way it was, so evolution has made her
vagina wise that way." The video showed a cartoon animation of a
frowning girl on her back whose vagina nonetheless swells and opens to
accept the incoming penis.
"Earlier we talked about
hunter-gatherer bands. Wars have been very common in more recent
history, too. Here we see two soldiers moving through a town they have
occupied." The split screen showed two men, each spying an attractive
girl behind a window. They both express their interest, and in both
cases the girl shakes her head. The first soldier sighs and moves off.
The second one breaks in, threatens the girl, bends her over the table
and takes her as she lies crying.
"Both soldiers died in battle
the next day, and here we see their two mothers thinking back to the
scene the day before." The first one sighs with disappointment as her
son gives up, the second one smiles with a gleam in her eye as her son
digs his cock into the girl's pussy and plants his seed.
"We saw
the girl crying as she got fucked against her will, but here we see her
adoring her little baby boy. It's the second soldier who fathered a
child. It's the second man who was your great-great-grandfather -- not
the first one." The video showed two family trees, with each man's face
in a little square box. The first one looked down sadly at the blank
space below him in the tree, while the second looked down fondly at the
box below him.
"Sex itself is something we share with the
animals. It's got nothing to do with love. It's about the male stuffing
his sperm into the female as quickly as possible. See these mating
animals." The video showed horses, cows, dogs, rats. "Is the male
looking at the female's face, wondering what she's thinking or whether
she's having a good time? No! He's focused on her vagina, on getting
his penis into it, and on ejaculating there. See the tomcat, how he's
strangling the female? It's part of how cats reproduce. After he
ejaculates, there are spines at the base of his penis that tear the
female's vulva. If he doesn't hurt the female in those ways, she
doesn't have any kittens! We humans don't have to hurt women to make
them pregnant, but we don't need to worry about whether want sex or
not!" On the video the female cat licked her vulva, looking very
uncomfortable.
"Now, another reason some young men are hesitant
is they feel self-conscious about themselves. There's no need to worry.
Look at these boys..." The video showed a small, scrawny kid, a big fat
one with a tiny penis, one who was obviously Down Syndrome, and one
without any arms -- each of them propositioned a girl. In each case,
she immediately made herself available for sex with a smile, the boy
inserted his cock, pumped a bunch of times, and came. He then withdrew
and walked away, obviously satisfied, while the girl looked content too.
"Sometimes
a boy is so excited he unloads before he's in the vagina..." The video
showed a premature ejaculation, and it showed the girl smiling and
saying, 'You'll get it in next time.'
"Other times, he doesn't
unload his sperm. This happens sometimes if he's just fucked a girl and
ejaculated a short while before. Sometimes it feels good to fuck a girl
even if you know you won't be ejaculating -- feel free if that's what
you feel like doing."
The video showed a girl who was seriously
retarded. "If you're still self-conscious, let's meet Miriam. She won't
judge you!" She managed to say, 'Before I just felt dumb. But my pussy
is smart! Men fuck me and get happy!' The video shows a nervous boy
who's barely into puberty mounting her and fucking away. Miriam smiles
and looks at him happily. He comes and his nervous smile turns to happy
relief. 'Thank you,' she says, giving a big smile.
Heroic music
started playing softly, rising in volume. "Nature gave girls deep
vaginas for one reason only -- so they could take our penises way
inside. They are smooth and slick and hot for one reason only -- to
make our penises ejaculate. Nature gave us penises for one reason only
-- to force them into vaginas so they can shoot sperm and make the
girls pregnant. When your cock is long and stiff, look around for a
pussy to cram it into. Often it starts getting long and stiff just
looking at a girl. Let it. That's nature's way of telling you it's time
to fuck her. So go ahead and fuck her! It is honoring all your
forefathers and your natural instinct. It is fulfilling your deepest
nature as a man. Penetrate her. Fuck in and out. Just think about how
nice the girl's cunt feels, how hot and smooth. In a few seconds you
should get that superb good feeling as you unload your balls. Maybe
she'll get pregnant. You have fulfilled your destiny as a man. Keep
fulfilling it over and over again, day after day. This is the new
world. This is the revolution!"
Jerry tossed and turned. His wife Alison lay asleep beside him, her
pregnancy easily visible under the covers.
He
had been a true believer. A feminist man, a supporter of all aspects of
women's empowerment. The revolution had been a horrible shock. Men came
to rape his wife, and he was powerless to stop them. Once things
regularized, he made a point to be out when her vagina was "open for
business". Then he came back and consoled her, held her, listened to
her anger and pain. And who could blame her? Rape, over and over?
Officially sanctioned and encouraged? The idea of him having sex with
her was totally out of the question, given what she was going through.
Now
she was pregnant, obviously not with his child. Was this his fate, to
care forever for a distraught wife, raising a baby who was not his?
The
sex ed tape for hesitant boys was circulated to a wider audience,
including men just like him. He had watched it twice. He rose and went
to his study and brought up once more the video of those two girls --
the sisters Rachel and Annie. Annie was underage, and Rachel was also
protected somehow. But they were devoted to helping men just like him.
Men who had never taken advantage of their male birthright. In the
mindset he had cultivated in his life thus far, they had not taken
advantage of their privilege to rape. But was that the mindset he
wanted for himself now?
He decided to try to see them. He should
have told Alison, should have discussed it with her, should have gotten
her permission. But he couldn't face that. And he wouldn't have gotten
her permission.
So he had composed his video application
quietly, furtively, and apologetically. Now, with one final sigh, he
pressed the "Send" button.
Part of him hoped the girls would
find him unsuitable, or would be just too busy to take his application.
But he got an acceptance the next day, and arranged to meet them during
the work day, when he would call in sick and hope Alison never found
out.
When finally seated on the bed with Rachel and Annie, Jerry
was a mess of apologies. He found himself spouting feminist doctrine.
The girls let him go on for a while, then with a look at each other,
Annie pushed him down onto his back and straddled his chest.
"You should relax," she said, and leaned forward to rub noses with him,
her hair frisking over his face.
He relaxed a little and smiled. She was just a little girl, after all.
"You
were saying all those things and I couldn't understand it all," said
Annie. "But this much I get from what you wrote. You've never been
untrue to your wife, though she has been untrue to you. Because she's
unhappy, you never get sex with her. She's going to give birth to
another man's baby."
"But I have an understanding with her, a promise we've made to each
other."
"Hey,
look at this." The girl flipped up her dress and revealed her crotch.
There were no panties, just a pair of little girl lips.
He searched for words but none came right away.
"Now,
you wouldn't use your male strength to take advantage of a little girl,
would you?" she said, beginning a slow rhythmic motion, smushing her
girl parts against his chest. Down below he could feel his erection
arising in spite of himself.
Rachel reappeared, now dressed in a negligee. She looked over Annie's
shoulder at him with a friendly smile.
"Ooo, Annie, I see something down here I want to explore."
"OK," said the little girl.
Rachel disappeared behind Annie's back, and Jerry felt hands on his
zipper and belt, hands removing cloth and exposing him.
"Really, I don't know...." he said, but despite his hesitation he
lifted his butt so Rachel could pull the pants down.
"I see a big, beautiful penis," said Rachel. "Stiff and hard and just
right for stuffing into a vagina."
"Oooo, goody," said Annie, squirming against the man's chest.
"Would you like to stuff it into my sister's vagina? I bet she'd like
that a whole lot."
"You bet!" said Rachel.
"But why?" he said. "Why would you let me do that?"
Annie answered. "Because you're a man, and you deserve it. You deserve
to do what your body wants."
"But... I don't know," he said.
Rachel
said, "Surely you can't blame your wife for being untrue to you because
she was raped, right?" Her hands caressed his stiff organ.
"Of course not!"
Rachel
now lifted herself up, and only at the last second did Jerry realize
what she was doing. His cock tip was nestled into something warm and
moist, and then suddenly it was engulfing him, as she lowered herself.
"Ah, that feels good!" she said. "So, you see, you've been raped."
He sort of had, but then, he hadn't struggled, and he had arranged to
meet them.
Rachel surged up and down in a slow rhythm.
Annie
dismounted and looked at what was happening below. Jerry could then get
a clear view of what was happening too, a view that was both horrible
and wonderful. A 14-year-old girl, a beautiful girl, was naked from the
waist down and was impaling herself on his cock, going up and down. It
felt fantastic.
"Would you care to ejaculate in my vagina?" she said.
It was terribly arousing!
Annie knelt beside him and brought her lips close to his ear. "My
sister is fucking you. Feel how tight and hot her cunt is?"
"What I'd like more than anything is if you would ejaculate inside my
vagina," said Rachel.
Jerry felt guilty but his cock knew nothing of that. It was in heaven.
Ejaculation was a definite possibility.
Annie
brought her lips to his ear again and nibbled, then giggled. "Just let
go and let it feel good," she said. She then licked his earlobe before
tugging it with her teeth. "You deserve it so much."
Just then Rachel's vagina squeezed and her up and down motion got
faster.
"Oh,
oh, um, rrrgggghhhhh!" croaked out Jerry. His pelvis instinctively
pressed upward, lifting Rachel off the bed as his orgasm overwhelmed
him, shooting wads of sperm up into the dear young girl.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhh," he said, lust satisfied. But guilt crept in.
"Ohhhhh.... oh no..."
"No you don't!" said Annie. "She wanted it, it's natural, it's just
what your body is meant to do."
Rachel lifted off. "Look at all this creamy sperm!" she said, and Annie
smiled appreciatively.
One girl snuggled up on either side of him. He felt warm and wonderful.
"You're such a nice man," said Rachel.
"You deserve it. You deserve everything about being a man," said Annie.
His cock slowly filled with blood again.
"Oooo, look what I see!" said Rachel.
"Oh, it's beautiful," said Annie. "I think it's ready to stick in a
vagina again."
Jerry
was confused, but he knew he wouldn't resist them any more. He had
given in. These girls were sure wonderful and welcoming.
They
tugged him upright so he was sitting to the side. Where he had been
lying was now Rachel, completely naked, perfect skin, perfect breasts,
legs spread wide...
"If you're willing," she said. "I'd like
nothing better than to have you come mount me, penetrate my vagina, let
yourself go, and try to make me pregnant."
Jerry mounted the
gorgeous young thing with the perfect skin. He noted the natural smile,
devoid of all the complexity that Alison's face showed at the best of
times. He pressed his penis forward, and Rachel guided it in.
So
he thrust in and out with intensity and purpose. It felt good. It felt
right. He was an animal. And in under a minute, he gave a flurry of
strokes in his final approach.
"Oh, yes!" said Rachel,
watching him intently. She wasn't advertising her own sexual pleasure
-- she was glad he was about to have his.
He
fucked away hard and fast, devoid of any feminist guilt. He then felt
ecstasy, and his body pumped semen into young Rachel."Aaahhhh!" he
said, and slid off.
"You're a good man," said Rachel.
Annie said, "You did just what a man's supposed to do. What he's wired
to do. What he deserves."
And Jerry felt it, and with it a surge of anger at the feminist
constraints he'd grown up with.
"I guess it is... I guess it is what I deserve. Thank you girls so
much!"
The
two of them hugged and kissed him as he got dressed, for no motivation
he could discern other than simple affection. They did not accept money
for their service.
He left Alison. He took to fucking his way
through the world, plunging into the pussies of the hottest young babes
he could find -- though he always stuck to those who were advertised as
being cheerful about it. It was wonderful. He had discovered his
nature, his calling, his deepest purpose.
If the revolution
could win over Jerry, it could win over just about male. And that was
all they needed to win over, the males. Female allies like Rachel and
Annie made the world much nicer, but what mattered was the males. They
had the power.
"Love In the Age of Endless Sex" The New York Times
Brian and Elaine were happily married with a one-year-old boy when the
revolution happened.
Elaine
is hot -- hourglass figure, round face, big brown eyes and sensuous
lips. When the first guy insisted on his sexual access -- rape, in the
old terminology -- she was angry and shocked. Brian tended the baby
David during the act, and after the man left, Brian consoled her in her
grief. Men came the next day while Brian was at work, and she did her
best while on her back and being mounted by a boor to console the
crying David. Most guys were patient enough to wait until a child was
asleep or otherwise cared for, but not that one.
When the dust
had settled that night, she had had sex against her will with 6 guys,
one of them twice. Brian listened and consoled. But Elaine made what
turned out to be a very good decision.
She relays it to me as
the three of us sit in their living room. "I told Brian to go find some
girls to fuck. I knew he'd resent it if guys were fucking his wife and
he wasn't getting any. I also told him to spare me the details."
Brian
said, "I was tempted to be true, but... I'm also in touch with my inner
feelings and I knew I'd be resentful. So, I went out raping on my own.
I couldn't get it up for girls who were obviously totally miserable. I
did score about once a day, though."
After a few weeks, when
things had settled into a pattern, Elaine was getting fucked about ten
times a day, from 6 pm to 8 pm, while Brian watched David. Later Brian
went out for his own sex. They also made love perhaps once a week,
complete with the oral sex that gave Elaine the orgasms she craved. She
gave him oral too, which none of his outside partners were obliged to
do. He loved it, but he wanted to come in her pussy, so that's what he
did.
"I decided to make the best of it," says Elaine, "and Brian
was totally supportive. After the guys' anger softened, it was OK. They
didn't care how I felt about, one way or the other. I got that these
guys weren't trying to humiliate me. They just wanted to fuck me -- it
was just business. Getting fucked. feels pretty good to me, at the
animal level. So I started using my fingers during the act, and I
started coming along with them sometimes. That was good. When it made
it into my online profile, interest in me increased, but my fuckers
came to be men who liked the idea of a woman coming -- and those were
better guys, more fun."
Brian said, "It's kind of weird that she
spends two hours a day on her back, and I'll admit I'm still a bit
jealous. But I usually find four or five pussies to fuck each day
myself, even if I only come in one of them."
Five years after
the revolution, David is 6. Elaine has a 4-year-old son and is pregnant
with a daughter -- neither of them Brian's. But Brian fathered a son
with another woman, and he visits the two of them sometimes. He also
loves the other little boy in the house as much as his own son.
But
there's more to marriage than sex and kids. Brian says, "We still talk
about everything with each other, and go on little outings together. We
do puzzles, cook, and talk about our days. I'd say we're in love." The
way they smile at each other, I believe them. "I gather lots of people
aren't so lucky."
They are very right about that.
Let's
meet Carly May. She was in high school when the revolution came. She's
quite the knockout, but she admits she was mean to other kids. She got
a great deal of sexual attention and was miserable. "A lot of it, I
have to admit now I deserved it. Some guys got together, trying to set
a record -- though it wasn't. Eight-four guys ejaculated inside me
within a single hour. By then I was so used to it, and it certainly
didn't hurt. I sure felt like I was desired. I started giggling a
couple times when I realized I felt kind of like a toilet. The sheets
were really quite a mess. And with all that stimulation, I actually
came twice myself."
Now 20 years old, Carly might be infertile.
She hasn't conceived in 5 years, despite a great many men trying to
impregnate her. Now she would like to find a life partner. In the old
days, she would have been in demand as a date. But now things are
different. Men who find her sexy can just fuck her -- every day, if
they want. If they do form a bond with her, they know she'll spend two
hours a day getting fucked by other guys. Finding a partner seems
pretty unlikely, but she seems resigned to her fate. "I think I have to
make up for being mean when I was younger. I think I need to find a way
to serve others."
Young women like Ruth find themselves much
more in demand as potential life partners. Ruth is not particularly
attractive. She's stout, with dark hair and coarse features. In the
early days, a few guys showed up during her fertile periods. Carl is a
reasonably attractive guy, and they are now a couple. He says Ruth is
kind and funny and personable. The two of them do have sex sometimes --
including when she is fertile. Ruth has asked Carl not to tell her
about any other women he fucks, and he's OK with that. He confessed to
me that he does have sex with girls about once a week -- usually young
teens who have recently come on the market. But he thinks of it as
"just hot sex" and quite different from how he feels about Ruth. The
two of them have made a lifetime commitment to each other, though they
don't believe in the institution of marriage. They can count on the
other to be there beside them at night, to be there in the morning, to
listen to how their day went over dinner. Carl doesn't have to share
Ruth with other men very often, and her personality is the key thing
that binds him to her.
Alison is another kind of woman. She is
the mother of five children. The state now allows contraception for a
woman after she has had four, and most take advantage of it. Her last
pregnancy yielded twins. All five children have different fathers --
including the twins. Four of the five take an active interest in their
kids, and as often as not there will be a father or two around the
house -- sometimes three at once. They talk mostly about their joint
child, though all of the fathers take some parental interest in the
other men's kids too. She reports that two of them are likely to take
five minutes to have sex with her while they're over ("sometimes it's
just two minutes", she says with a laugh). Each of the other two will
often spend the night with her at her invitation. She enjoys having
someone in bed with her and someone to wake up with -- often at first
light because a kid or two crawls into bed with them.
Then
there is Hannah. Hannah was quite attractive and got male attention
when the revolution came. It wasn't excessive (rarely more than three a
night), but it troubled her deeply -- it's worth recalling that before
the revolution many women would find rape a very traumatic experience,
even if it only happened once. She didn't qualify for a mental health
exemption. So she ate, and ate some more, and now she's a very large
woman. There are now men who notice when a woman starts gaining weight
and make a point of having sex with her and being unpleasant about it
-- to deter exactly what Hannah has done to herself. It would take an
extraordinary effort and a long penis to manage to actually penetrate
Hannah. However, occasionally a man shows up who will use his arm and
hand to penetrate her -- just to punish her.
In dealing with
very large women, some men masturbate to orgasm and slather their hands
with the resulting semen before penetration. Others will wield a blunt
syringe to deliver the semen more efficiently. These are both entirely
legal. Hannah has never been subjected to that sort of attempt at
impregnation.
She does not work and barely gets by on the minimal government payment.
Her father and brothers refuse to help support her.
A
great many marriages from before the revolution are still intact,
especially if the woman was on the older side. She may have gotten a
little attention in the early days, but if so it has dropped off to
nothing. They are based on familiarity, friendship, and companionship.
Surveys show that sex is 70% more common in such marriages than before
the revolution. Some men seek sex outside, and of those some tell their
wives and some don't.
Some of the people who are least content
with the revolution are older single women, for an ironic reason. Not
only is it harder to catch a man, since he can partake of all the
young, sexy pussy he wants. But very few men even choose to have sex
with them. Zoe says, "I'm 100% a sure thing. All a guy has to do is
snap his fingers and I'm his for the night or the hour or the minute. I
could ask for it, but it's embarrassing to even think about that. If he
really desired me, he'd just take me. If he did agree to sex when
asked, then I'd feel like a charity case." These women must submit to
sex with any man who asks -- but no one ever does.
Men are
overwhelmingly happy with the revolution. They have a wide variety of
tastes -- celibacy, a monogamous relationship (usually with a rather
unattractive woman), a relationship but with lots of fucking on the
outside, and those who stay single but just fuck however much pussy
they feel like. Whatever their desires, they have more options than
ever before.
Luke
Johnson was feeling pretty bummed out. Two more years to go before he'd
be eligible for parole. He couldn't manage to think of it today as
"just" two more years. No more armed robbery for him. If only that guy
hadn't fought back. But he had to shoot him once he did -- otherwise
he'd probably have been killed. They said the other guy was going to be
in a wheelchair for life, but at least he was alive. And so was Luke.
Due
to some overcrowding problem in the prison system he was stuck on this
open wing with no privacy. The good news was that he had his cell to
himself, the bad news was that there were nothing but old-fashioned
vertical bars for walls. Bars between the cells, and bars between the
cells and the central corridor. Six cells on each side of the corridor.
Two were vacant, but there were 10 men there, and each of them could
see everything the other 9 were doing. Including taking a crap.
The door opened, and the guard Will entered, but with him was a person
who made him sit up and take notice.
It was a lovely young woman.
"Carly has decided to pay you all a visit," said Will. "Anyone hurts
her, you can forget about parole."
Luke's
cell was the first one on the left, and Carly stood outside the bars
and looked at him. She had a pillow tucked under one arm.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Luke," he said, rising and approaching the front of his cell.
"Are you sorry for whatever you did?"
"Yeah, very sorry."
"OK.
I know that men get really sad when they can't put their penis in a
vagina and ejaculate. And I figured that while all the other men can
just find a woman and do it to her, you guys in jail can't do that. So
it didn't seem fair that you'd have to suffer that way too, as well as
being in jail. So, that's why I'm here."
This sure was unexpected good fortune! "Um, that sounds nice. Where did
you have in mind?"
Will said, "We can't let you out, and we can't let her in."
Carly said, "But if you're willing to come up to the bars here... And
show me you're ready to do it..."
Luke looked at Will.
"It's OK, yeah."
Carly
lifted her dress to show him what she was offering -- she had no
panties on, and she was shaved. Luke's cock was hard, and he pulled
down his trousers and underpants.
Carly smiled. "Would you like to stick that in me?"
Luke
nodded dumbly. How was this going to work, though? He'd been with
plenty of women, and the way he figured it if she just came up to the
bars and they stood face-to-face the angle would be all wrong.
"OK,
you may." She dropped the pillow on the floor, turned around, knelt,
flipped her dress up over her back, and backed up against the bars.
Whoa!
Little expletives and expressions of surprise and excitement came from
the other cells.
Luke
was a little self-conscious with the other guys watching, but he wasn't
going to pass up an opportunity like this! He knelt behind her and
pressed his cock forward between the bars.
Carly was looking over her shoulder, and she adjusted her rear end,
took his cock in her fingers and aimed it.
Luke
reached through the bars to grab her butt and he pressed forward. His
cock slid in! It was a tight, hot pussy, slick and easy.
"I can just come?" he asked.
"Yeah!" said Carly. "It's what would make you feel good, right? Just
let go and spurt your stuff way up inside!"
"Oh,
shit," mumbled Luke as he fucked in and out with a flurry of strokes.
Just as he was at the delicious edge of release, Carly gave him a pussy
squeeze. Release turned to ecstasy and he ejaculated so hard it even
hurt a little. Wow! Satisfied, he pulled back and sat back on the
floor, breathing hard.
"Did you like that?" asked Carly, turning around. "A good orgasm?"
Luke nodded.
"Did you give me a big wad of sperm?"
He nodded again.
"Great!" Carly rose and scanned the other prisoners.
"Hey, Carly!" said the guy in the cell across the aisle. "You gotta let
me do it to you, right? I ask and you can't say no?"
"Wrong!" said Will. "Carly's not open for business now -- this is all
her choice."
"Aw, shee-it!" said the man.
Luke could see stiff cocks bulging inside some other prison pants.
The
guy in the cell next to Luke was lying on his cot, so Carly passed him
by to the next guy. He too was sorry for his crime, Carly knelt,
presented her butt, and he fucked her too. When he'd been at it a
couple minutes, Carly turned and said, "You gotta finish up soon, OK?"
The
guy nodded, pounded harder with greater intensity, and seconds later he
gasped. Everyone watching knew he was pumping semen into little Carly's
pussy.
"So glad I could help," she said with a smile as she went
on. One by one the prisoners all fucked Carly with enthusiasm and
quickly relieved themselves inside her. She paused after every couple
to wipe her leaking pussy on the underside of her pillow.
Two of the guys had passed on the first go-round, and Carly looked in
on them again but they both shook their heads.
Luke had a sudden thought. "What about Will, does Will get a turn?"
The fellow across the way said, "I bet he gets his turn now -- probably
a blow job."
Carly looked briefly at Will and smiled.
Will said, "Better not mention this, if you want a chance to do it
again. Carly might come back."
Carly nodded.
Heads nodded, and a "yeah", and "sure thing" could be heard.
Carly
came up to Luke's cell and said, "Put you cheek like this,"
demonstrating what she had in mind. He did, and she gave him three
tender kisses, while her fingers briefly glided over the bulge in the
front of his pants.
She then turned to Will, who let her out.
Luke didn't know why she'd done that, but it sure felt nice.
He
dreamed then of when he got out. Maybe he'd look her up. Maybe he could
be a regular guy with a woman like her, earn his living at a real job...