Author: Sterling Title: Dead Women, Dumb Girls Summary: In a worldwide calamity, all the women die and the girls become profoundly retarded. They still respond sexually, however, and it is one of the few joys they have in life. Men find they can deal. Keywords: Mf mf het cons preg oral group inc fath daugh SciFi PostApoc NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 7/28/2011. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to email@example.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Sterling/ You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ============================================================ Dead Women, Dumb Girls Assistant Professor John Bresnahan was in his first year teaching at Wellesley College. It was a good position, and he felt lucky to have landed it. He had had qualms about teaching at an all-girls school, but the Wellesley students were very sharp, even more interesting than he had expected. It made teaching so much more rewarding. It was fifteen minutes into the class of his first-year seminar on introductory psychology. "So what other examples do we have of the self-serving bias?" he asked. "People think other people think about them a lot more than they actually do." "Good, what else?" "Everyone thinks they're above average." "Right. What else?" No one jumped in. "Anyone?" There were no hands up. A couple of the girls had troubled expressions on their faces; one rubbed her forehead. "Jenny? ... Rachel?" Later John remembered that he had heard some shrieks and shouts outside his classroom, but at the moment his attention was on his own class. "Hello! Is anyone here?" There was no answer. "We need an ambulance!" came a shout from the corridor. It was Frank Rozin, a fellow instructor. "What's wrong?" asked John, walking briskly out into the hallway. "Two of my students collapsed in class." "None of mine collapsed, but they don't answer questions any more." "Um, yeah, the other girls are all silent." The 911 dispatcher did not answer. They ran into one other male professor in the corridors, and among them they discovered an extremely disturbing situation: The women faculty members and a few of the older students had all collapsed and were unconscious. The younger students were not exactly catatonic, but they were unnaturally calm and unresponsive. None of them spoke or answered questions. As the tweets and news headlines came in, the horrifying picture became clearer. What became known as the Calamity occurred at 1:41 on a beautiful October afternoon. 'Calamity' was not really a strong enough word to capture the full horror of what happened. All the grown women in the world died. The cutoff was around age 20. Only a handful over the age of 22 survived, and only a handful under the age of 18 died. The women experienced a monstrous pain in their heads and within a minute they were dead. The girls who survived became severely retarded, losing among other things the ability to speak or understand and losing their initiative. It took time for the exact nature of their deficits to become apparent. Men and older boys had to deal with the carnage. They had to think of every place where women had been the only adults present and rescue the children or elderly or sick men in their care. They had millions of dead women's bodies to deal with. Later, many men reflected that what surprised them most was that they had to cook dinner. In the midst of the chaos food was not on the top of anyone's mind, but the men and children got hungry soon enough. And there were no women to prepare the food. So the men had to. After a day, they discovered that the sink was fully of dirty dishes. Clothes hampers filled rapidly. Never before had they realized just how much work women did. Nursing mothers above the age of 20 died along with all the other women, and emergency formula was needed for infants. Men discovered the joys of changing diapers -- not just once, to give their wives a break, but over and over again, several times a day. Everyone mourned the loss of the beloved women in their lives, but young boys were naturally devastated by the deaths of their mothers. The young girls were upset at being hungry, but became content once they had enough to eat. As long as someone was meeting their needs, they didn't seem to miss their mothers. In fact, studies soon revealed that they didn't have any memory to speak of, and couldn't really tell people apart. John's wife Rhonda had died in front of her third grade class. His 16-year-old daughter Amy was eventually brought home from high school, dull but content. --------------------------------------------------------- That the Wellesley students were no longer capable of college-level work was an understatement. Wellesley had dorms full of girls who were incapable of taking care of themselves. The vast majority of people who had seen to their needs were women, now dead of course. So in the first few days, John spent his days at Wellesley, managing to help prepare simple meals from the food reserves in the dining hall storerooms. Male professors and staff without children stayed over in the dorms to take care of the girls around the clock. But within a couple days the girls had mostly been shipped home to their fathers. John was out of a job. The fathers of the girls in Amy's class at her school were soon in touch with each other. There was no point in taking their girls to school, but the girls needed someone to look after them. They acted pretty much like docile lumps, and in the chaos of the first few days, that was a godsend. They managed to go to the bathroom themselves, and when food and drink were put in front of them, they ate and drank their fill. Otherwise they mostly just sat. After a couple days of dropping Amy at other fathers' houses, they were due at John's the next day. It was his turn to care for them. Because he no longer had any other job, he had suggested he look after all the girls for the indefinite future. Getting the right men matched to the right jobs would take time, but in the chaos of the early days, any solution was better than none. John was out of a job and there was a bunch of girls who needed caring for, so he took care of them. That evening he ran around getting his house in some semblance of order. John realized he hadn't even gotten Amy out of her clothes at night since the Calamity, as there was so much other vital work that needed doing. Now he couldn't escape the fact that Amy stank. He might have noticed a little odor from her that morning, but that wasn't on the top of anyone's priority list. But now it was unmistakable and needed attention. He had had nothing to do with her clothing or personal care for years, but now there was no one else to do it. "Let's get your clothes off," he said to her in her room. She didn't respond to his verbal request. When he tugged her tan dress up in preparation for pulling it up over her head she didn't understand his plan well enough to lift her arms -- which she could have easily done at age two if not earlier. But when he held her arms up in the air she kept them there long enough for him to get the dress up and over. Was that the way it was supposed to come off, or was she supposed to step out of it? He realized he didn't know. At least his way worked. There was his daughter in bra and panties. "Take your underwear off?" he asked. But she just looked at him pleasantly. He unfastened her bra. Unfastening a bra was something he had never done except in a sexual context, and he felt a little shame that his penis started swelling in his pants. He found himself taking surreptitious peeks at her lovely young breasts, which he had never seen before, of course. At some level he knew he might just as well stare -- she wouldn't know the difference -- but he tried not to. He then tugged down her panties, and the source of the worst smell became apparent. She hadn't been wiping herself, or else not doing a good job of it. Why hadn't the other fathers checked? Well, on a second's thought it was understandable. He was glad they hadn't been pawing around his daughter's private parts, at least not without asking. And there hadn't been time to ask. His sexual arousal was dampened momentarily by her dirty panties. But dirty or not, his naked, sexually mature daughter was standing looking at him pleasantly. "Um, you need a shower, Amy." He didn't expect a reply, but somehow still felt the need to talk to her. He sighed. Leading her to the bathroom, he turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature, then pulled back the shower curtain and helped her in. "Mmmmm," she said as the warm water hit her. "OK, can you wash yourself?" No reply. He took off his own shirt and tossed it aside so he wouldn't get too wet as he reached in, then took the washcloth and soaped it up, handing it to her. "Here," he said. She looked at it and looked at him with a blank expression, but didn't do anything. His heart sank as the severity of his daughter's limitations hit home in another way. "Here," he said, and taking her hand with the washcloth he rubbed up and down her belly. "Now you do it." When he let go, she rubbed up and down on the same spot idly for a few seconds, then stopped. What to do? He could strip and join her in the shower, but his cock was already hard and he had the feeling it would get harder if he did that. No, it was time for his daughter to regress to "bath time." He flipped the lever to send the water down into the tub and closed the bath drain. "Sit down, honey," he said. "No, wait..." He ought to get her crotch cleaned a little before he drew the bath. So as she stood, he nudged her legs apart a little, and reached up between her legs with the washcloth. This kind of intimate care is what nurses and nurses' aides must do all the time, he reflected, but he had never had such a job. He thought better of the washcloth and just used his bare hand to rinse the worst of the dried crud from around her anus and outer vulva. He then rinsed his hand and opened the drain long enough to let that water go. Then he shut the drain again and drew her bath. His daughter's mind might be gone, but her body was still vibrant and healthy. As he cleaned it, he tried to connect it to the 5-year-old's body he had washed so many years before. She was fully grown now, of course, and had developed sexually. Breasts, curves, pubic hair -- it was all there. She wasn't sexy to him, not really, but she was still sexy. Her breasts needed cleaning, and it was pretty straightforward: just soap and rinse all the skin. She seemed to thrust her chest out a little when he gently washed her nipples. Cleaning her pubic hair and the outer parts of her vulva was easy enough, but what should he do about the inside? He and Rhonda had never bathed together, but he had bathed with one college girlfriend. She had been happy to have him clean her vulva, and he remembered exactly what he had done. He kind of doubted that everything had been necessary just for cleanliness, but she certainly hadn't minded -- not at all. "Legs apart, Amy," he whispered. She didn't respond to the suggestion but let him tug them apart. Part of him was astonished she wasn't screaming for her privacy, but that concept was far beyond the new Amy. She needed to be bathed, and there was no one else to do it. Abandoning the washcloth, he used only his fingers for this delicate part of her. Reaching into the water, he gently spread her outer lips with one hand and started gently rubbing inside with the other. He felt around the edges of her vaginal opening, rubbing gently to make sure there was no foreign matter. When he peeked, he didn't see any hymen -- had his daughter lost her virginity already? He guessed he'd never find out. He was able to open her up farther with the one hand and reach in an inch. He couldn't detect any foreign matter or skin irritation. When his fingers began their explorations within her outer lips, Amy moaned softly, shutting her eyes. He gently slid his fingers up to her clitoris, which he supposed needed cleaning too, maybe. He rubbed very, very gently, the way Rhonda had liked. "Do you like that, Amy?" he asked. The girl didn't answer, but she sighed and smiled. After a minute, he said, "OK, I guess you're very clean there," and reluctantly withdrew his hand. Amy's eyes shot open and she gave a squawk of distress, so he slid it back between her legs and resumed his "cleaning." As he started rubbing again, Amy moaned again and smiled broadly -- the strongest reaction he'd gotten out of her in the past few days. He had things to do, however, so after a couple minutes he stopped despite her protests. As he patted her dry between the legs, he noted a pang of desire, which made him feel guilty. When he finally got to bed that night, he couldn't sleep. His cock rose as he thought of his sexy daughter whose organs he had cleaned so attentively. Where should his sexual energies be directed? Rhonda was dead. There were no women in the world anywhere near his age. And for some reason the immense tragedy of the Calamity didn't extinguish his sex drive -- it made him horny. He had masturbated quickly and guiltily two nights before. Amy enjoyed the sexual stimulation he had given her more than anything else since she lost her intelligence, and didn't seem to mind in the least that her father was providing it -- indeed, she didn't know he was her father. And something about that weakened his incest guilt. He would like nothing better than to sink his cock into that nubile girl's pussy. Would she mind? He was almost certain she wouldn't mind it if he buried his head between her legs and licked. What would she think of his cock? He hadn't seen any hymen. It seemed pretty likely she wouldn't mind, and he could press in bit by bit and stop if she showed distress. Not quite believing what he was doing, he grabbed a pack of condoms from the bedside table and went to his daughter's room. Her face was beautiful as she slept. He pulled off the covers and nudged her onto her back. She stirred but kept sleeping. He reached under her nightgown and found the soft fabric of her panties where her legs joined. As he gently stroked the humid cloth, her legs spread apart a little. He worked his fingers inside the elastic leg band and stroked a little more. Amy stirred and moaned, then woke up, looking down with a smile. Once again he half-expected her to shriek and cry bloody murder at his advances, but of course she didn't. "Come on, honey, let's get these clothes off," he said. First he removed his own pajamas and underpants, and was excited when he saw Amy looking at his hard cock with interest. She seemed to recognize it at some level. She offered no resistance when he tugged her nightgown off and panties down, and of her own accord she lay back on the bed. He pulled her legs apart with his hands, and Amy didn't complain. Next he dove between her legs and inhaled deeply of her aroma, then began loving her with his tongue. Amy sighed, moaned and squirmed. She was more physically responsive than any other woman or girl he had been with -- including her mother, even as a young woman. She gushed fluids. The fundamental reason her body got so wet was to ease the passage of a penis -- so why not? Reluctantly he unrolled a condom onto his organ -- he disliked condoms. He and Rhonda mostly had used the diaphragm, but kept condoms for certain times when she found the diaphragm irritating. He let himself down onto his beautiful daughter, his twitching latex-sheathed organ pointing to its goal. "Do you mind?" he asked. She just looked at him and smiled. "Let me know if anything hurts, OK?" he said. He didn't expect an answer, but felt he had to ask. He was pretty sure she'd let him know in some fashion if it hurt. Would she? Just to be sure, he pinched her forearm hard. She yelped and drew it back. "Sorry," he said, and Amy went back to looking at him with interest, the minor insult quickly forgotten. He had loved Rhonda's body even as it aged, but his daughter's fresh 16-year-old version of the female form was fantastic to see, feel and smell. The hot, wet embrace he felt as his tip first poked into her vagina felt so incredibly right. There was no physical resistance from her vagina and nothing but sighs of pleasure from Amy. Slowly he pressed his stiff member inside, Amy's tissues yielding alluringly before his advance. Her vagina gripped him tightly along his entire shaft as he oozed his way further and further into the girl. She took in his entire length, his inward progress stopped only when their pubic bones bumped. Then he began his in and out motion. Amy's sighs escalated to groans of passion. They were intense and very erotic, making him want to thrust faster and harder. Amy's excitement rose and rose. He was sure she was about to come, only to find her moving up to a plane of greater excitement. He was mad with frenzied passion, trying to hold his orgasm back but realizing he would soon reach his limit. Then Amy's whole body seized up. Her vagina clenched him tighter than any woman in his life, making his cock tip bulge and overloading him with the pleasure of her raw, nubile feminine demand. The semen injection she demanded would be thwarted by the condom, he realized with a touch of disappointment -- but, no! Stressed by her incredibly tight grip, the condom broke! The immediate wetness of her vaginal innards on his overstretched glans trebled his physical pleasure, and then it sharpened further from the psychological: he knew he was not going to pull out, knew he would cream her inner vaginal tissues with sperm. Her body would get what it wanted after all, and his would too. He might even be fathering his second child -- and his first grandchild at the same time! His body spat the first shot of semen deep into her cunt, the second and third following quickly as his tip rammed in and out frantically, pushing the shredded latex aside. He felt a sexual ecstasy surpassing any he had experienced before. Spent, he carefully withdrew and flopped down beside his daughter. Her chest was heaving and her face a mask of pure pleasure. --------------------------------------------------------- The next day all the girls arrived at his house. Given his experience with Amy, John decided he should check on each girl personally after she used the toilet to make sure she was wiping herself properly. As he suspected, several of them obviously weren't. Using toilet paper wasn't ideal, he decided, since he was afraid of abrading the girls' tender parts. They would have known just how hard to rub, but he didn't. He ran the tap to very warm and applied the warm water with his hand, over and over until the girl was clean. He discovered in this way that one girl was just starting her period, so he was able to get one of Amy's pads in place before her underwear got stained. As he inspected another girl, he realized that he was detecting the faint but distinct odor of semen, which made him smile. The girls didn't mind being cleaned this way. In fact, most of them reacted more positively than to anything else that day. One girl seemed to like it so much he took some extra time getting her clitoris very clean and she came, sitting right on the toilet, in under a minute. Late in the afternoon he discovered that the girl with the period had filled her pad with blood. Time for a tampon, he guessed. He had heard that girls sometimes struggled with tampons at first, unclear on the exact position and angle. He wondered idly if in this one respect he knew more than young girls did about their own bodies. He knew most intimately the exact position and angle for inserting a tube into a girl's vagina. It was both a little gross and a little erotic as he nestled the applicator into her bloody vagina and pushed the plunger. He'd have to remember to tell the girl's father so he'd be sure to change it before she went to sleep. Primed by his fantastic experience with Amy, John found he was strongly attracted to the other girls. They had all responded with noticeable pleasure when he was cleaning them between the legs. He had a strong urge to do it to them. If he had sex with a girl, she would love it and he would love it. Still, he didn't dare to just do it without getting permission from her father first. He made a plan. --------------------------------------------------------- "Hey, Dale, you have a minute?" Dale had come to pick up his daughter Veronica, and had just finished settling her in the car and fastening her seat belt. He was going around to get in his side. "I guess, what's up?" "Um, yeah, this is such a tragedy, what we've been through." "Yeah." "I miss Rhonda." "Yeah, I miss Sarah too," Dale said, without a great deal of emotion. "But do you realize that there are no women older than 23 anywhere on this planet?" Dale sighed. "I don't think I can quite get my mind around that." "And Amy -- I always assumed she'd grow up and marry a nice young man. But have you heard about the girls that are dying in their sleep?" "I heard a rumor." "It's definite, as of this morning. The older girls are dying -- one morning they just don't wake up. It looks like we won't ever have women in the world again, just older girls." "Oh, shit." "Yeah. So Amy's not going to grow up and get married. How am I going to have grandchildren? How is anyone?" Dale held quite still and looked at John. "Good question. Assuming we still want grandchildren..." "I know I do. Something about this makes me determined to keep society going." He couldn't seem to find an elegant way to get the conversation to flow into the heart of his plan. He hoped he wasn't going to get an indignant reaction. At least Dale was smiling a little. "You know my daughter Amy? Do you think she's attractive?" "Um, yeah, that's for sure." "Well, how'd you like to try to make her pregnant?" "Oh! Oh, man." "And maybe you wouldn't mind if I, at least, you know, did it with Veronica?" "A daughter swap." "Yup." "At least Veronica's on the pill. But what's she going to think? She won't really get it, will she? She won't be really understanding what's going on? And Amy?" "Well," John said. "I found this problem with the girls not wiping themselves properly, so I've been making sure to wash them down there after they go. And I've been doing some experiments. They all like a little stimulation. I mean, I just experimented a little bit, and only kept rubbing if they clearly liked it. And they all did. And you know the girls don't really respond to people as individuals, right? Does Veronica really know who you are?" "No, I guess not." Dale's face was troubled, then brightened. "Deal! When? Like tomorrow?" "OK, unless, maybe, right now would work." "Oh! Hmmm." "You can go first." "You watch Veronica?" he said, looking at the car. "Sure, I'll bring her back inside." --------------------------------------------------------- "So, Amy, if Veronica's dad does anything you don't like, just tell him to stop, OK?" John said. He knew she didn't understand, but it still felt important to say it. "You want me to do her without a condom, then?" "Yeah, if you don't mind." "No, that will *not* be a problem." "Just make sure she's warmed up. I think she'll respond pretty quickly." John felt a slight twinge of guilt. But he was pretty sure that Amy would not only not mind, she'd have a great time. And then there was Veronica. As he shut the door on them, he returned his attention to the remaining girl whose father had not come to pick her up. He was late. He had a brief exciting thought about a fanciful new rule. The penalty for late pick-up would be implicit permission to have sex with the girl... He mostly hoped that he hadn't already impregnated his own daughter Amy the night before -- though part of him desperately hoped he had. He and Dale looked pretty similar, at least, so if he had it would be easy for everyone to assume Dale was the father. Within a couple minutes he could hear faint sounds of Amy's excitement coming from her bedroom, then she gave a lusty shout. A couple minutes later, Dale emerged from Amy's room with a smile of profound satisfaction on his face. "Whew!" he said. "Satisfactory?" asked John. Dale just smiled and shook his head. "So, you mind if I take Veronica back to my room now?" Dale's face darkened momentarily, then he said, "Sure, that was the deal." It had occurred to John to say he would take his pleasure with her the next day, but he didn't want Dale changing his mind -- perhaps suddenly making some new arrangement for Veronica's care. Veronica warmed up almost as quickly as Amy under John's caress. He made sure she was getting good stimulation for a reasonable time and she gave clear signs of pleasure, but she didn't seem close to coming. The excitement of her hot, tight vagina, flesh on flesh, built quickly for John and he reached ecstasy, gooping the innards of her pussy with his seed. After he had recovered for a minute, he found he wanted to try to give her an orgasm too, and began working her clitoris with his fingers. He watched her happy, straining face with satisfaction. Soon she came with a series of loud breaths, satisfied and seemingly delighted with the entire experience. And so began the father swaps. A few of the dads didn't want anything to do with the new arrangement. The other fathers relented when the reward was the chance to make love to another hot teen girl, also realizing that their daughters had no marriageability to protect and that they would have a good time. But three didn't feel right about their daughters getting pregnant right away, and so those girls went on the pill -- or like Veronica, stayed on it. The fathers who did not consent to sex also put their girls on the pill, realizing they were very vulnerable to the advances of any male they came in contact with. John realized guiltily that being a "teacher" for high school girls in their present condition was more rewarding, deep down, than being a professor at Wellesley. At Wellesley, a top priority was not to make the girls uncomfortable in any way on account of their sexuality. He realized he had put quite a bit of energy into not being affected by the young coeds' fabulous bodies. Now it was a different world, and he had tasted the pleasures of sex with nubile teens. There was one girl from his freshman seminar whose beauty haunted him. Her name was Jenny, and he couldn't get her out of his mind. She lived locally, and he got her father on the phone. "Hello, Mr. McCarthy?" "Speaking." "My name is John Bresnahan; I was your daughter Jenny's psychology teacher at Wellesley." "Yes, hello, what can I do for you?" "I'm sorry for the change that's come over Jenny, and all the rest of them, of course. I have a daughter of my own, 16 years old, so I have some idea. You were married, too?" "Divorced. I was delighted to hear that the evil hag had croaked." "Your wife?" "Ex-wife." "Yes, well, I guess there is a silver lining sometimes." John waited a moment but Mr. McCarthy said nothing. "Anyway, I have to confess, I found Jenny very attractive." "You and everyone else." "Oh." "First I offered her for $100 a pop, but found I was flooded with requests." "You have her working as a prostitute?" he said, unable to keep some anger out of his voice. Jenny had had such promise -- but then he had to remind himself that the promise of her mind was all gone. "Well, she's not going to be a lawyer any more. She enjoys it. Is your daughter still a dainty virgin?" "Um, no, she does have some partners." "I started with $100, but now she's at $400 for a half hour and I think I'm going to raise the price again. Her cunt starts to get sore when she's doing it 20 times a day. Are you interested?" "Um, not at that price, no." "Well, suit yourself. Or -- say, you said you've got a daughter too. Is she cute? I might give you a special price if I could get a piece of yours." "Nah, I don't think so. Best wishes." He didn't really want to be the 20th prick of the day on an assembly line squirting into poor Jenny while her father gloated over the cash haul his private "cunt" had earned him that day. --------------------------------------------------------- Fathers of high school and college-age girls could barter their own daughters for sex with the daughters of other men. But instincts die hard, and one strong instinct fathers have is to protect their daughters' virginity. Many fathers found it more important than having sex themselves. When the time comes, a man wants to hand his daughter off to another man as his one and only wife. A man who could land a teen bride felt even more strongly the instinct not to share his girl. Some men gave up sex. For them, the fact that the girls didn't have the mental capability to relate as equals spoiled the whole experience. They got by with old-style porn, their own fantasies, or just forgot about sex. But for most men, the effect was the opposite. Many of the older men who had been single before lacked the skills or interest to actually develop a relationship in the old days -- that takes hard work! They hadn't felt right about visiting prostitutes for a variety of reasons. There was a stigma to it and some risk of getting caught. For many it had been unappealing because it was fundamentally an exploitative relationship. Prostitutes knew they were violating their natures for economic reasons -- their nature, like that of almost all women, being to settle down with a single man. Prostitutes usually developed a hard, cynical persona. But in the new world, girls were guileless. And while prostitutes spanned a range of ages, few of the surviving girls were over 20. The loss of mental capacity in girls was a huge tragedy, but it enabled a lot of sex. The girls were female animals of the human species who retained their interest in and pleasure from the mating act. They didn't have the ability to form relationships with men; they could scarcely tell them apart. In the old days they would have even been deemed to lack the mental capacity to consent to sex, but that model could not endure. It would have meant no sex for any men, ever. More vitally, the girls couldn't even consent to artificial insemination, so it would have meant the end of the species. The fulfillment of a girl's destiny was now sex. With no inhibitions, she responded lustily to the mating act. Men were in turn free to focus on the physical act rather than spending a lot of effort convincing their partners they loved them, and they found the ability to emphasize their animal natures liberating. Most of them missed the love between men and women as equals, but that mourning didn't keep them from enjoying the sex offered by this new world. The downward pressure on the age of consent was immediate and intense. The girls never got sufficiently developed mentally to consent according to the old standards, and their minds weren't noticeably less mature at younger ages. Physical development became the sole criterion, meaning girls as young as ten or eleven were content having their legs nudged apart regularly. Even if their sexual desire had not fully bloomed, they showed some signs of enjoyment. In the old days, men were under constant pressure from women to be monogamous. With no such pressure, men's sexual interest was redoubled. Young men with the opportunity often sought out three different girls a day. Now, all these patterns were latent, but they couldn't fully develop because a relatively small group of men controlled sexual access to all of the girls. Enough men were getting sex that the appeal of the new sexual arrangements was known to all, but few could partake. Gangs of horny men stormed houses to have sex with the girl within. While the father might be furious and indignant, the girl would enjoy herself as much as any other girl. It was rape in the old sense, but not the new. The act certainly didn't feel like rape. Recriminations and hostility raged between groups committed to "paternal rights" and "men's rights". The cause of paternal rights was not served when it was discovered how many girls were becoming pregnant by their own fathers. Whatever the moral arguments, the politics were clear: there weren't that many principled fathers but there were lots of horny men. In a momentous shift, all of the females in the United States became wards of the state. They were allowed to stay in the custody of their fathers if the fathers followed certain guidelines. A team of men visited each girl monthly to check on her physical health and make sure she was being cared for properly. When the team deemed her to be sexually mature, her father had an obligation to make her available for sex. The initial formulation was straightforward. She was the source of the right to four sexual encounters a day, and those were distributed randomly to men in the geographic area who registered for the purpose. The inefficiencies in this system were immediately apparent. There was no reason a man who liked plump girls needed to make do with a skinny one while a plump one was fucked by a man with opposite preferences. So rights could be sold and traded, and a thriving online business soon developed. Video of the girl was made available, along with feedback rankings from men who had had sex with the girl before. A few men who disapproved of the whole system just waived their rights entirely. Others who weren't interested in sex sold their rights. Rich men who didn't want their daughters to have sex could buy the encounters back; the more attractive the girl, the richer a man would have to be to pull this off. The lure of a virgin is strong, and buying back the right to take virginity four times a day was exceedingly expensive. He could claim she was not a virgin, but there were usage statistics. Even if she might not be a virgin, a girl who had not undergone any encounters within the system had some extra appeal in any case. But of course once a girl no longer was a virgin, the father's motivation to protect her became less. What did it matter whether a girl did it once a week or four times a day? Especially when she clearly enjoyed it? And if other men were buying and selling their rights to have sex with his daughter, why should a father be out of the loop? Why not create more slots and sell them? Fathers were encouraged in this, as it helped meet the men's thirst for more sex. All sexual encounters within the system were recorded on video, which was kept private unless the girl showed any sort of trauma. In that case, the video could quickly lead to the culprit. Nothing prevented a father or guardian from selling or offering his girl outside of the system, but in such a case he was responsible for any trauma that could not be tracked on videotape. Once the old norms were broken down, the stage was set for an enormous amount of sex. The girls clearly enjoyed it more than anything else in life, and many men made sure their partners had multiple orgasms, the greatest happiness a girl could experience any more. Then there was the matter of pregnancy. The only way for the species to survive was for teen girls to have at least two children, on average. Younger girls were put on the pill so they didn't get pregnant until their bodies were really ready. The girls' fathers were given considerable leeway in choosing who would impregnate their daughters. They could track their daughters' cycles and were granted the exclusive right to grant or withhold sex during a fertile period. They were subject to severe criminal penalties if they impregnated their own daughters or let a close relative do so, something that would be apparent after genetic testing at birth. Many men chose breeding mates for their daughters based on the usual sorts of criteria: men they liked and respected. The baby would normally be given into the custody of this biological father, so if they wanted to maintain contact with their grandson or granddaughter they would have to coordinate with this man. Other men sold exclusive access to the girl during a fertile period, which could lead to lawsuits if she became pregnant by another man during that period. Others transferred temporary custody to another man for a price, so making sure he fathered the child was his responsibility. Still others sold rights to many individual encounters during a fertile period, giving each man a lottery-like chance to become a father. Selective abortion based on gender was an immediate problem. A boy would be a full human being who could participate in a meaningful father-son relationship. He would outlive the father and could care for him in his old age. A daughter would be a relatively unresponsive thing: cute and cuddly but not much more. When she reached sexual maturity a father would preside over her prolific sexual career and a few pregnancies -- then she would die. Everyone knew girls were vital, but there was a strong tendency for men to want someone else to actually raise the girls. As a result, abortion was restricted to saving the life of the mother. Some argued that it should be mandated in cases of incest, but although it was hotly debated that policy was never adopted. Amnio was routine, and as soon as it revealed a girl, many fathers sought someone else to raise their daughters. Households shifted their character radically. There were of course no heterosexual couples. Gay men thanked their lucky stars that the Calamity had left them alone with the ability to form deep love partnerships. Straight men often ended up living in small groups, especially if they were interested in having children. A small group could often accommodate a girl or two along with some boys. The girls were at least easy children, demanding little attention. There was a natural concern that girls would be adopted by pedophiles who would use them for their own satisfaction rather than raising them properly. When the standard inspections revealed genital trauma, a man could lose custody. But a girl could put up with a lot of sexual activity without becoming in the least bit upset. She didn't have the mental capability to suffer from something as subtle as a man fondling her genitals gently. Studies showed that men who engaged in gentle sexual activities with girls also cuddled with the girls more, the girls smiled more overall and they were in slightly better physical health. A father was given considerably latitude in choosing whom to impregnate his daughter, but if she hadn't gotten pregnant by age 16, the state looked closely at the procedures he was following. Pregnant girls still were available for sexual access, though they fetched a reduced price as their bellies bulged. If there was one thing that girls enjoyed almost as much as sex, it was nursing their infants. That was the extent of the child care they were capable of, though. Men and boys were stuck with the burping and bathing and the changing of every diaper. Society soon decided to wean boy babies by about six months of age. While this struck some as cruel, it was easy to see that girls forgot within a day or two that they had ever had a baby. It was best if baby boys didn't attach to their mothers, something that begins around six months. The girls couldn't really respond to them adequately once the boys were 18 months old. Worse, a boy's mother was doomed to die before his 7th birthday, often well before. Girls could nurse their girl babies as long as it worked for mother and daughter, usually a year or so. Despite the best efforts of science, no explanation was ever found for the sudden demise of the women, the inevitability of early female death and the profound retardation. Nor was anything found that could help with either girls' longevity or mental incapacity. A couple years after the Calamity, thinkers noted that men had been very quick to assume that the girls would in fact all die when they reached age 20, and that no cure would be found. Some suggested that men's jumping to the conclusions they did and their readiness to engage in a great deal of sex was a transformation to their brains brought on by the Calamity. This effect was far more subtle but just as mysterious as what had so catastrophically affected the females. Others disagreed, and felt it was just a tendency in the male psyche that had been there all along, brought out into the open by the unprecedented circumstances. ============================================================ Seventeen Years Later Brian looked immediately at the girls' trailer when he got out of school and was pleased to see just one boy in line in front of Lisa's door, so he ran over to assure his place. Another boy who was closer got there first, so he was third -- still not bad at all. The trailer had separate entrances to a tiny bedroom for each girl, much like the trailers on old movie sets. The operators brought this trailer around every day after school; after an hour the operator might drive it to a school that got out later. They brought a mix of regulars and new girls. If a regular had her period they would bring a substitute instead. But Brian did Lisa just about every day and knew her period wouldn't come for a while. The boy who was in with Lisa came out shortly, and neither of the others took very long. He swiped his ID card into the slot on his way in. "Hi, Lisa," he said when he'd shut the door behind him. There was no need to talk to girls, but a lot of the boys liked to anyway. She was on her hands and knees in doggy position, apparently the way the last boy had wanted her. She looked at him over her shoulder and gave him her usual blank smile. There was endless video from before the Calamity had struck 17 years ago, and a great deal of it was about women, and the relationships between men and women -- something that occupied an enormous amount of attention up to that point in history. He'd never seen a woman, of course. There was footage of weird things like breasts sagging with age, something never seen in the world any more. The older men decried the lack of interest the younger generation showed in the old movies with love stories, but it just didn't have any impact on their lives. It was like watching a movie on the detailed operation of sailing ships. In the old days girls got to decide who they had sex with, and they were very picky, so the new world seemed better to Brian. Girls were simple creatures. In infancy they were just like their brothers, except you changed their diapers a little differently. Then they were easy babies and cuddly kids. Snuggling with young girls was fun, and men of all ages did it. The girls never got tired of it and would do just what you wanted. Then when they got sexually mature -- well, that was a different story. A man or boy could arrange for sex with girls who were guaranteed to be pristine when they got there; an attendant would make sure they were cleaned up and even douche out the previous guy's cum. But it cost extra, and none of the girls came that way on a trailer like this. You could also get a girl on the honor system, where you were expected to clean her up for the next guy before you left. But Lisa was offered "wet", the way Brian liked best. The bed already had wet spots on it where Lisa had leaked out some of the earlier guys' cum, and she was kind of sweaty. "Let's get you on your back," he said, nudging her into his favorite position. Lisa didn't know much, but she knew how to position herself for sex. He admired her tight breasts and sloppy pussy as he stripped. His cock pulsed to life, and she smiled at it. She knew what cocks did. He lay on her and gave her a kiss, playing with her lips in his, then he buried his nose in her hair and took a deep breath of that delicious girl smell, good and strong now that she'd already done it several time without being washed up. He tugged on her ear with his teeth, and she giggled a little. Then he descended to her breasts and caressed each one with his hands before latching onto the nipple and sucking. Lisa moaned with contentment and undulated her pelvis, bringing his cock to peak hardness. He sat back on his knees and moved his hands to her pussy. She was already opened up, membranes engorged, oozing sexual fluids. He found her clitoris and squeezed it gently between his fingers in a rhythmic motion, just the way he had found she liked best. She squeaked and thrust her hips. It was time. He launched himself onto her and relished how good it felt as his cock slid into her all the way. He felt an extra little shudder of pleasure when he had pushed as deep as he could and only their pubic bones kept him from a deeper penetration. Then he lowered himself onto her so her breasts swished against his chest and her face was inches in front of his. She wrapped her arms around his back in a gentle squeeze, and her heels came up behind him. That was one of the reasons he liked Lisa best. She instinctively hugged with arms and heels, and it felt very cozy. She was also pretty. You could get a decent girl who just lay there for a quarter the price he was paying, but to him Lisa was worth it. It was also worth it to watch the pleasure on her face. When he thrust into her energetically, she gasped and sighed, and when he stopped, she stopped. It was the movement of his cock back and forth in her cunt that made her happy. You could make most girls cum with your fingers, and that was fun, but when it was your own thrusting that did it, it felt special -- at least to him. He was excited and began a fast, deep fuck. He wouldn't be able to hold out long -- but neither would Lisa. He knew her signs, and just as his own ecstasy began, her cunt clamped on his thrusting prick and she cried out over and over again, and he added his spurts of cum to the mess that was already up inside her. Once he'd shot his load he withdrew, wiped his cock on some wet wipes and got dressed. "Thanks, Lisa," he said. She just lay on her back, looking happy and dreamy. The clock showed he'd been there eleven minutes. About average. A lot of the guys did it quicker, but he liked to take time with her face and breasts. --------------------------------------------------------- Brian had seen pictures of his mother Amy, but of course he didnft remember her. He hadn't seen her since he was one, and she had died when he was three. There were pictures of her being a real kid -- playing soccer, drawing, swinging on bars -- all things that he had never seen a girl do. A lot of kids had video of their moms, but for some reason Amy's parents Rhonda and John hadn't taken video. One picture of his mother Amy in particular touched him. It showed her biting her pencil and looking down at a sheet of math problems with the same air of concentration a boy might have. But her face was feminine, her long hair lustrous. She could both be sexually attractive *and* do math problems. His grandmother Rhonda had died in the Calamity, of course, though there were pictures of her, and video too. He visited his grandfather John from time to time, but they didn't really hit it off. He had grown up with his father Dale and his younger brother Josh. In all, the household had four grown men, five boys and one girl. --------------------------------------------------------- Brian was a little nervous going to his friend Tony's birthday party. The main event was a "Variety Pack", an assortment of girls for the boys to have sex with, all in one room. He'd gotten used to having sex with other boys watching, and it didn't bother him. But it didn't turn him on the way it did some others, apparently including Tony. There were three boys, Isaac being the other guest, and there were five girls. "Let me summarize the key rules once more," said the girls' handler. "It's all being recorded," he said, pointing to the three video cameras fastened to the walls. "No pain -- if the girl shows any unhappiness you have to stop at once, and you can't do anything that you'd expect to hurt. And you can't penetrate Sammy," he said, pointing to the smallest of the girls. "Have fun, boys. I'll be back for them at 10 in the morning." Tony rubbed his hands together and looked at his friends. "I've been 'abstaining' for three days in preparation for this," he said. "I want a go-round first. You just watch for now, OK?" "Hey, you're the birthday boy," said Brian. "What you got there, Sammy?" Tony said, lifting up the hem of the youngest girl's pink dress as she lay back on the bed, smiling pleasantly. The pattern of her dress was the word "Sammy" on the diagonal, printed over and over in white. A hairless slit came into view. Tony felt her chest through the fabric of her dress. "She's not even starting with breasts. They said all the girls were 13, I guess she's just a late bloomer. Well, anyway, little Sammy, how'd you like some tongue?" He stroked her cheek and she smiled at him, then he dove between her legs and began licking. Sammy smiled and sighed. He didn't lick long before getting up with an exclamation of, "She tastes good!" He stripped. "Man, all these girls are hot. Hey, you guys can strip too." As Brian and Isaac stripped, Tony thrust his crotch at Sammy's face. "You can have this in your pussy when you're older, honey," he said, tapping his cock gently against her cheeks. She blinked when the foreign object got near her eyes, but otherwise kept smiling. "Let me have a go at Wanda," he said, noting a very pregnant girl. She was naked except for black stockings. Embroidered on the upper part of each stocking thigh was "Wanda" in pink script, with an arrow pointing at her pussy hole. Wanda was lying on her side, and as Tony nudged her she heaved up into a doggy position. He turned to his two pals. "Prick," he said, displaying his very erect organ. "Cunt," he said, pointing at Wanda's hole as he gently separated her lips. "Fuck," he said, as he glided his organ in. "Aaahhh!" he said, as Wanda made her own "Mmmmm" sound. "I like feeling the babies kick," he said, reaching around her front and massaging her stomach. "Yup -- there he goes," he said. After a minute of lazing thrusts he pulled out. "Here's Lynn," he said, turning his attention to a skinny girl in sky-blue panties and a tight yellow T-shirt over small breasts. The panties had "Lynn" printed sideways along the crotch in white. "She's not my type so much, but I've still got to claim her," he said, nudging the girl's legs apart. "The girls are all already wet and turned on; it's part of the prep," he said to his friends. "Hey, Lynn, you want a cock up your pussy hole? Of course you do!" He shoved her panty fabric to one side and spread her lips before probing with his slick cock and pressing it into her. Lynn closed her eyes and smiled as he pumped in and out a few times, then looked disappointed when he pulled out. "Zoe here, she's quite something." The girl had very large breasts, big hips and ass, and a narrow waist. She had short dark, curly hair, and dark brown eyes set in pale skin. Her name was written as a temporary tattoo over her breasts as well as on the inside of each thigh. She eyed his cock hungrily as he approached and spread her legs wide, knees raised. With her two hands she opened her pussy. Tony paused with the tip of his cock right at her opening. "What do you want, baby?" he asked, staying in position. "You want my cock?" As Tony kept Zoe hanging, her smile turned to a frown, and she started thrusting her hips and trying to scoot down on the bed towards his cock. "I guess you want it," he said, lunging to lodge his tip in her outer pussy. "So let's give you a fine fucking," he said, and guided his cock into the girl deep. He lowered himself, working his arms around behind her back, then began a fast fuck. "Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh," he repeated over and over in a bass grunt. Brian found his cock getting very hard watching the primal fuck going on in front of him. "Aaaaahhhh, ooooooo, mmmmmmm," moaned the girl, but her vocalizations quickly got more intense. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH, OH!" she yelled in under a minute. "Glad to be of service," panted Tony, sliding out. "Had to concentrate not to shoot in her, because this big load is bound for Katy," he said, turning his attention to the last girl. Katy was a classic blond cover girl, with shoulder-length hair, deep blue eyes that sparkled, and a perfectly proportioned willowy body. She was wearing a white ruffly dress, partly undone in the front. "Katy" was embroidered on the chest in dark red. As the other two boys watched, Tony lowered his head to kiss the girl's cheeks, ears, and neck before settling down for an old-fashioned kiss. She didn't exactly kiss him back, but he rubbed lips with her sensuously. Meanwhile, his hand slid through the open slit in the front of her dress to expose and fondle her breasts, then he worked one hand up under her dress from below. "Oh, man, I can't stand it any more," he said, and pushed Katy's dress up to reveal her naked pussy. He engaged his cock and pushed. "Oh, that's fantastic!" he moaned. Holding himself up on his hands and feasting his eyes on her body, he rammed his cock in and out in a frenzy. Katy smiled and her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Aw, shit, I can't hold it!" he said excitedly. He held his breath as he came, his scrunched up face and frantic movements betraying his orgasm. "Aww, what a great fuck!" he panted and lowered himself onto her, cock still engaged in her pussy. "OK, now go ahead, help yourselves," he said to the other two boys. "Don't mind if I do," said Isaac, and immediately buried himself in Zoe, who promptly began coming again. Brian had his eye on Lynn, and worked her panties down over her ankles before engaging their fuck organs. He too set about mating with gusto. Lynn sighed and smiled but didn't seem to be headed towards an orgasm any time soon. He'd worry about that later, he decided. He wasn't up for a marathon, and forty seconds after filling her pussy with his cock, he completed the act by splatting her upper pussy with his cum. Having deposited their first load in a hot pussy, the edge was off the boys' sexual hunger. They put on some music and began talking and joking. Before they settled down for their first movie, though, they each set themselves up with some feminine company. Tony sat Zoe beside him and fondled her boobs. Isaac positioned Katy on his lap, fondling her breasts and making slow undulating thrusting movements with his hips, lifting her body up and down. Brian put Sammy on one side and Lynn on the other, and both happily snuggled up against him. But Lynn straddled his leg and began humping against him. "Lynn, dear, I'm trying to watch the movie," he said. "Hey, want a vibrator?" asked Tony, tossing him one. "Sounds good," said Brian. With the device gently nestled right at Lynn's clit, the girl began moaning, and Tony paused the video. But in under a minute Lynn shouted with urgency as her orgasm seized her. Then she became a rag doll and snuggled against Brian blissfully. Tony's father brought in ice cream sundaes as a surprise dessert. They each ate a large one, but paused to give spoonfuls to whatever girl was close at hand. At Tony's suggestion, they covered the tips of their cocks with warm fudge sauce and offered them to the girls. The girls licked it off, giving a version of oral sex, but it was more a novelty than truly satisfying. It aroused them enough that each took a turn to burrow his cock into a different cunt and squirt her with ecstasy. Brian spooned himself against the back of the pregnant Wanda and positioned young Sammy between them with her crotch at his face. He worked his cock into the pregnant girl for a long, slow fuck while applying his mouth to Sammy's innocent twat. After half an hour of careful attention he worked her up to a real orgasm, surprisingly strong for a girl who showed no signs of development. It inspired him to finish off Wanda, twitching in her pussy and expelling a little more sperm. Eventually they all slept, snuggled against some girl or other. At different times during the night they each awoke and got satisfying release from a quick fuck of the girl they were with. In the morning they got out vibrators and stimulated all the girls to multiple orgasms, one after another until the girls finally pushed them away. Just before ten, they each took a parting shot at the gorgeous Katy, leaving her pussy teeming with fresh sperm from all three of them. --------------------------------------------------------- When Dale had agreed on the spur of the moment to impregnate Amy just a few days after the Calamity, he and John had both assumed that John would raise the baby. Amy was the mother, and she lived in his household. But they discovered with the rest of society that Brian had to go with Dale: Amy would die shortly, and John was just the grandfather, one generation removed. Dale never regretted the decision to impregnate Amy, though. He was especially glad because for some reason his own daughter Veronica was infertile, and had died childless at age 19. When Brian suggested that his father buy him a Variety Pack for his own birthday, Dale resisted. When he asked for more detail, Brian produced the video of Tony's party. Dale fast-forwarded through much of it, but slowed it down to watch the juicy parts. As he did, he thought about the past. In his youth anything like that would have been illegal, doubly so as it involved girls under the age of 18. Wanting it would have been seen as a crude desire, frowned on by men and women alike. Although younger people engaged in casual sex, at heart everyone saw its ideal form as the expression of love between a man and a woman committed to each other for life. Since the Calamity, Dale had had plenty of sex with girls. He'd always enjoyed it, but he'd also always been aware of the tragedy that was embodied by the girl. She really ought to be a full human being, with intellect intact, like the girls he had known most of his life. The fact that all girls were happy-go-lucky idiots meant the world was fundamentally out of kilter. But as Dale studied Tony's, Isaac's, and Brian's faces, he saw a calm there. Yes, the three boys 'used' the girls in a sense to satisfy their lust. But they were kind to the girls. They put considerable effort into giving them orgasms, and their faces showed genuine happiness as they studied the face of a girl convulsing with pleasure. But there was something else. He realized suddenly that they had made an adjustment he had not: The boys accepted the girls just the way they were. They were very limited mentally, and they were doomed to die around the age of 20. But they were mostly content. They enjoyed eating sweets, cuddling, and sex -- sex more than anything. That was the peak of female development in the new world, that and pregnancy. There was nothing more. As he reviewed Brian's request, Dale thought about the girls who would be in the Variety Pack. They had no desire for monogamous relationships; they felt no jealousy. What was wrong with a boy celebrating his birthday with a couple other guys and a bunch of girls in an orgy? Nothing, he finally decided. Nothing at all. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to firstname.lastname@example.org.