Author: Sterling
Title: Proud to Be the Cum Dump of the Day
Summary: A calamity changes earth so that men can only come
inside a select few teen girls during a 12-hour window.
Reproduction requires a different approach. The psychology of
teen girls and of men shifts.
Keywords: MF, Mf, MMMf, group, inc, fath, dau, 1st, preg, ScFi

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 1/17/2023.

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Proud to Be the Cum Dump of the Day

"George, would you please, if you don't mind -- it's been a few
months, hasn't it?"

"Not even six weeks, I'm sure..."

"Well, even so, would you be willing..."

George sighed. Compromise, he thought. Marriage was all about
compromise. He thought of that especially tasty dinner night
before last. "You have been nice to me..."

Lisa gave a big smile and dove down between George's legs. She
began licking and sucking his cock. It came to life. It felt
good. This part always felt good. He could see and feel Lisa
preparing herself for the other part, delicately rubbing her
fingers right around the opening to her pussy, to make it wet and
deep and hot. Lisa disengaged and presented herself, legs wide
apart, fingers holding her pussy lips open.

"Please?" she said. "It means so much to me..."

George did his duty. He mounted his wife and slid his cock up
inside her, noting her gasp of pleasure. And then he began the in
and out. The plain old fucking. What nature intended. What in the
old days used to be what men liked to do more than anything.

And it did feel good. The sensations felt good. He grunted and
lay down on her, making her take all his weight, because he knew
she liked that sometimes. He liked to make her happy, naturally.
But there was the other part that was lurking, that he and all
men knew when they were in this position. He could not finish. He
could not climax, or ejaculate, or blow his load. He couldn't do
the part that's what this was all about, from nature's point of
view -- delivering his sperm where it could make his partner
pregnant. When he or any other man was in this position, their
bodies simply would not cooperate.

Lisa started fingering herself a little while he thrust away, and
seconds later she gasped with orgasm. A woman satisfied. He gave
her a few seconds to enjoy the experience to the end, and then he
withdrew.

"Thanks so much," said Lisa lovingly.

"You're welcome," said George without enthusiasm. Sometimes he
would lie in bed with her as she enjoyed her afterglow, but he
didn't feel like it this time. This time he went down the hall to
his office and went back to surfing the web. Jerking off for
relief was not an option. In the old days, that's what men did
when they couldn't do it inside the girl as nature intended. More
often than not back then it was because the girl wasn't
interested. Now the tables had turned, and the women were more
interested than the men. There was no way he could come, with his
hand, or in his wife's mouth, or with some other woman, or even
in a woman's butt hole.

There was only one way he could ever climax.

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Fifteen years earlier a crisis had rapidly spread across the
globe. Men could not come. They could thrust endlessly in the
pussies of the sexiest and most receptive women, but there would
be no ejaculation. They could wank themselves for hours, but
their fingers never got coated with sticky white semen. Women who
were excellent at giving head could suck a cock for minutes at a
time, or even hours, but nothing ever gushed into their mouths.
Anal sex was no better.

This was the cause of enormous frustration for men, but only one
short step behind that was an existential fear. If men couldn't
come, they couldn't father any babies.

Any exceptions were of enormous interest, of course. Men and teen
boys had been able to come inside the pussies of a few teen
girls. It seemed that these girls were then very interested in
getting it from other men or boys. If one man had been able to
come inside them, every other man who tried could do so as well.
Girls in exclusive relationships felt some tension with their
male partners at their sudden urge for promiscuity. But within a
few weeks, as almost all sexually mature males were feeling
increasing frustration, the exclusivity had to give way. For a
precious twelve hours or so, that girl's pussy could provide
satisfaction to every cock that nosed inside, and the girl was
eager to take in as many as she could. After the twelve hours was
up, her vagina became as frustrating a place to penetrate as any
other.

A name was needed for what these girls became during these brief
periods. The name that stuck was "golden nympho". The "nympho"
part has demeaning implications, but they are counterbalanced by
that "golden".

A few golden nymphos were going to do virtually nothing to
assuage the boundless male frustration that was building.

As soon as the crisis had hit, frustrated men had been tempted to
seek satisfaction in new places. If a man's wife could not
satisfy him, maybe some other man's could? There was seduction,
coercion, and a great deal of raw, indisputable rape. That was
horrible, but also understandable. But the pattern became clear
at once. A man could never achieve release in a woman of age 20
or above. Nor could he in any female under the age of 14. But now
and then, with teen girls, he could. A 15-year-old virgin would
be deeply distressed at being raped, but the physical act would
be very compelling. She immediately acquired a lust that overcame
distress, and wanted sex from just about any man or boy who was
willing. She was a golden nympho. As frustration grew and old
social conventions gave way, just about every man and boy was
willing.

The pussies of teen girls became a resource of the greatest
interest. It wasn't like in the animals, where the female comes
into heat and everyone can smell it. Here, the only way to detect
it was when a man thrust inside of her and to his great surprise
felt the immense pleasure and relief, along with ejaculation. A
girl didn't realize anything unusual was going on until that
penis penetrated her, but once it did her sexual appetite grew to
boundless proportions. A golden nympho wanted to get it a lot,
and against a backdrop of great frustration, men were crazy with
the desire to give it to her to achieve relief and satisfaction.

The evidence also showed clearly that a girl getting it from the
same man, day after day, was unlikely to "go golden". A variety
of men was needed. Hundreds was best -- a new man every day.

What the totality of male sexuality wanted was to test every teen
girl every day to find out if she could be made to go golden.
Teen girls then, as ever before, thought this was a horrible
violation of their autonomy, and so it was. Very few adult women
have sex every day, and teen girls have far less. Comparatively
few teen girls are sexually active at all, and most who are are
quite selective about it -- A short-lived romance might involve a
dozen acts of sexual intercourse, but then nothing for months or
years. There might be a one-night stand now and then. A strange
man every day? Outrageous!

You might think this was a setup for a classic war between the
sexes, but there was one additional factor: babies.

Adult women realized that unless a fair amount of sperm was
shooting out of men's bodies, there could be no babies. The only
way men could shoot it out was into golden nymphos, so species
survival required that as many receptive teen girls go golden as
possible. Female autonomy had to give way before the demands of
continued human reproduction.

Getting the semen from the innards of golden nymphos into the
fertile pussies of adult women was a separate problem, but it
could be solved. But if the semen never came out of the men,
there was no workaround.

Adult men and women had to impose upon teen girls, as
compassionately as they could, a new requirement: the girl had to
be willing to have sex just about every day from the ages of 14
to 19. She might go that entire time and never go golden. Or it
might happen just once. The record was seven times over the
course of those six years, but that was very rare. But every girl
had to do her part.

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"I really don't want to," said Kate to her mother, crying softly.

"I know you don't, dear, but it's your duty. It's part of being a
girl," said her mother Anne.

"I know, I know, but I still hate it!" she said, her voice rising
in sudden vehemence.

"They say when it happens, it's the most fantastic feeling in the
world." Her mother had already been past her teen years fifteen
years earlier so she had no personal experience.

"I know that, I know that... But some girls go through their
whole teen period and never go golden once."

"It's true... But however you think about it, it's something
you've got to do."

Kate looked down and sighed.

"For the first one, you can pick any one you choose."

"Daddy, what about Daddy?" said Kate.

Her mother gulped and said, "If that's what you really want, I'm
sure Daddy would do his best."

"I'm kidding, of course!" said Kate, frowning with disgust. She
paused a moment, thinking. "Pete, what about Pete?" Pete was
around 14 years old and really still pretty much looked like a
little boy.

"Well..." began her mother. "I bet you're kidding, right?"

"Yes!" said Kate with exasperation. She looked thoughtful a
moment. "What about Bill?" Bill was a few years older and lived a
few houses down the block.

"Bill would be fine."

"What if he says no? That would be so embarrassing!"

"Part of being a girl is getting it when you turn 14, and part of
being a big boy is giving it to any teen girl who wants it -- and
being frustrated every time."

"But I'm supposed to pick a few alternates too, just in case... I
know the drill." Kate sighed loudly and then was silent for
several seconds. "I've known the drill since I was six, or
whatever. I just hate it, though!"

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A girl could go golden on any day of her cycle except during her
period. When she was especially likely was during her fertile
phase.

Bill had said he was willing. On this bright morning in June,
five days after she turned 14, the little paper Kate stuck in her
vagina had that pink spot on it when she pulled it out. That
meant she was in the right part of her cycle. It was a little
tradition that sprung up in some places, that a girl should wait
for a fertile day to do it the first time. She called Bill up and
he said he'd be right over.

She was naturally anxious, and even felt a little nauseous. While
she waited she rubbed herself between the legs to get ready.
She'd tried vibrators, but didn't think they were anything
special. But some deft work with her fingers got her wet inside.
She was too anxious to actually feel any pleasure, but her body
was ready to get it. She lay naked under the sheet when her
mother opened the door to let Bill in. She caught her mother's
loving, sympathetic smile just as she turned away and shut the
door. That meant a lot to her.

Bill stripped quickly. "I know this isn't your favorite thing, so
let's get right to it," he said. "But take that sheet off all the
way. I at least want to see all of you."

Kate knew this was part of the deal too. Whatever made a girl go
golden, letting the man see all of her and appreciate her
sexuality was thought to be part of it.

"So sexy," said Bill as he climbed up onto her into position.

She was glad he hadn't called her beautiful, because no one being
honest would say that. But as for sexy, well, she supposed most
men found most women sexy, not just the few best ones. Nature had
in mind that just about every woman would bear children if she
could, and if men weren't interested in the less appealing ones
too, that wouldn't work. That was in the old days, though, before
everything went topsy-turvy. Now as then, men liked girls best in
their teens and then less and less as they got older, so she had
that going for her. So she was willing to agree with Bill's
judgment that she was sexy. Her thoughts turned from idle
speculation back to the matter at hand.

Kate felt the blunt knob of Bill's cock nosing around her pussy,
the part on the outside, and the anxiety peaked. Then he pushed
just a bit, and then pushed harder and then she felt it go in.
Then more and more on each stroke. When it was in all the way,
she relaxed a bit. That wasn't so bad. She could see the
concentration on Bill's face and see his desire. A minute. They
said a minute was enough to tell. But of course a guy wanted to
finish, left over from the old days. Then, as through all past
eons, if a guy didn't finish he couldn't father a baby. So his
reflex was to keep going. But if he hadn't won the lottery and
turned his girl golden in the first minute, he wouldn't come at
all, and the longer he went before having to give up, the more
frustrated he was when he did.

But just as Kate was debating whether to remind Bill that he'd
been at it long enough, he sighed, pulled out, and sat heavily on
the side of the bed. "I was honored you wanted me for your first
one," he said. "And it was great -- that is as far as it ever
is."

Kate's anxiety vanished. She had done it! But looking at Bill,
she understood in a new way what it was like for men. She'd
always been told about the men being frustrated, but seeing it on
a man's face was more immediate.

"Well, thanks," he said, looking at her with a smile. "Well, best
be on my way. May all your guys be kind and considerate."

The next day it was Nate. This time was nice too, but Nate
actually swore, "Oh, fuck" as he pulled out. Realizing what he
had said, he continued, "Sorry, nothing personal. You're sexy,
and I'm glad to have a chance, but..."

"I know, you're frustrated," said Kate, and reached out to give
him a big hug before he rolled off of her.

The next guy was Carl, and it went much as it had before. But she
paid more attention this time to how it felt to her. She had to
admit that in some ways it felt good. Very good, come to think of
it. More than before, she let herself experience that large male
figure on top of her, straining and pumping, and thought more
carefully about the sensation of that big thing inside her pussy.
And then he pulled out, sighed and left. He didn't say a word.
There really wasn't a whole lot that needed to be said.

But now that she was alone, she thought again about the
experience, the cock sticking out of that big strong man and
right up into her. She worked with her fingers, her excitement
built rapidly, and then she came, a full, satisfying orgasm.
She'd played around with herself when she was going through
puberty. She'd gotten plenty of good feelings, and that release
and satisfaction of a little orgasm a few times, but all that was
nothing compared to this.

She had dreaded having to do it, and even now it seemed gross and
demeaning. Like all of her female ancestors going back into
antiquity, she cared about who she did it with, and she resented
not having the choice. But the physical act itself, once that was
happening, it felt fantastic. It felt good and right. Her body
was meant for sex.

"Mom, do you think Bill would do it to me again?"

"I don't know, but you must absolutely never ask him. If Bill
asked you, you could accept. But this is frustrating enough for
the men that we women have to be thankful without pestering
them."

"Oh, OK," said Kate with a sigh. She kind of knew that already.

Her mom paused and looked Kate in the eye. "Maybe you've found
something you kind of like, and don't just 100% hate it?"

"Yeah," said Kate, looking down. When she looked up, she smiled
sheepishly and said, "Yeah, I do kind of like it. Part of me
really likes it -- the other part still doesn't."

"If that first part comes out to play when you're with a man,
you'll be happier."

"Yeah, I figured out that much. And it does work pretty well."

If a girl didn't average at least one guy every third day there
might eventually be consequences from the authorities, but most
girls did more than that, and Kate took a man just about every
day.

People discussed it online. Girls adjusted to the new routine of
sex just about every day better than many people had feared. One
reason was that everyone else was doing it too. The other was
that the men ended up frustrated. If a guy did a girl in the old
days, the pleasure he felt opened the possibility that he was
just using her. That wasn't true here. Fundamentally, the men
were making a sacrifice for the good of humanity, just like the
girls were. But while the men's fate was sexual frustration,
girls could enjoy each experience if they relaxed and let
themselves. Some could enjoy it a whole lot. Kate was one of
those.

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George liked to have a go at the young ones sometimes. It was
patriotic, and it was kind of like playing the lottery, he
figured. The frustration that happened nearly every time was like
the price of a ticket. He had benefited from the copulatory
efforts of some other men who had hit the jackpot, so he would do
his part too. Also, the sex drive in men is so strong that it
sometimes wins out, even if a man knows that he will end up
frustrated.

This was usually done in the early morning. If a girl was going
to go golden, best to find out early while everyone could take
advantage of twelve hours of daytime. The sun had just been
rising when he knocked on the door to Melissa's house and her
mother let him in.

Melissa was on the heavy side, and her face was in no danger of
launching a thousand ships, but she had a pussy between her legs.
He penetrated that pussy with his stiff cock and he plunged in
and then pistoned in and out. Hot, wet vagina, like they all
were. He thought it had been a bit over a minute when he heard a
beeping. Some girls set a timer. It made it kind of impersonal,
but then the whole thing was rather impersonal. If a girl
suggested it was time for a guy to pull out, it could be
interpreted as making some comment on how he had performed. But a
timer just measured time.

There was another girl who lived around the corner. What was her
name? After he got dressed and left Melissa's room, he checked
his phone. Kate, that was her name. He could go poke Kate in the
pussy. One more lottery ticket.

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The bell rang, and Kate went to answer it. She didn't need any
help or support from her mother any more, because it was all so
familiar by now. She wore a bathrobe.

"George, I presume?"

"You presume correctly. And you are Kate?"

"None other."

She led him to her bedroom, and with one tug on the bathrobe tie,
it fell to the floor and she was naked. She lay back with legs
spread wide, ready to take it.

"Hi," said George. "Here we go..."

"Yup, here we go." She'd already had one man that morning, like
she did just about every day. But that morning the little pink
dot had appeared on the little paper as it slid out of her pussy,
and so Kate was taking a second one, to better the chances.
George was the second man. There would be at least one tomorrow,
two if the pink dot appeared again. It was a familiar routine,
and by now it was one she liked.

She had just turned 16. By the age of 19 a girl was past her
prime and would never go golden. Two years down, three to go. If
you got poked by a penis after that, the guy was doing you a
favor. Best to enjoy the attention that a teen girl was due while
it lasted.

George was gray at the temples, had a notable pot belly, and a
quick glance revealed a penis that was kind of short and skinny,
even though it was fully erect. That was nothing to comment on,
of course. She felt it slide in.

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As his cock slid in, George felt a wave of pleasure. Could it be?
He pulled out and thrust in again, and the pleasure built.
Sometimes it felt especially good but a guy still couldn't come,
which made it all the more frustrating. But he kept stroking, the
pleasure built, and all of a sudden... orgasm! His brain was
flooded with pleasure, and he felt his cock pumping over and over
again, shooting a year's worth of sperm up into -- what was her
name? Kate! He realized he had shouted, and as his thrusting
slowed he noted that Kate looked dazed and happy too, far more
than a girl had ever looked after any of those earlier futile
experiments.

They heard a knock on the door, and Kate's mother burst in.
"Sorry to barge in, but it happened? Kate's gone golden?"

George was still on top of Kate, his cock buried in her depths.
He turned his head to the side and nodded, realizing he sported
an idiot's grin. The mother had asked him instead of Kate because
it was the man who knew for sure whether semen had gushed out of
his cock or not. The girl might suspect it, but the man had the
ultimate proof. He saw Kate turn and smile at her mother too.

"Well, we know what to do!" said Kate's mother. They heard her on
the phone, and George slid his cock out and sat on the bed beside
Kate. She sat up too.

Kate said, "I never thought... I mean, it's always a possibility,
but now it's here..."

George realized his cock had gotten hard again. "Can I... do it
again?"

"Yes! That felt better than ever before!" As he got up into
position, she said, "Half the city wants a turn, and you want
seconds?"

George took it as good-natured teasing. "Lucky me -- there's no
one else here yet!"

"Sure, come on," said Kate.

George mounted and thrust again, and it felt just as fantastic as
before. He noted Kate looking very excited too. It was a full 15
seconds before he jammed deep and ejaculated into her once again.
Ahhh, spurts of relief.

Kate shuddered too.

George was considering asking for a third helping when they heard
a knock on the door, and a young man let himself in, stripping
rapidly. "Oh, crap, you're really the angel of the day?"

"Girl of the Day" was a more respectful phrase than "golden
nympho", and "Angel of the Day" was even more positive, on the
edge of obsequious. George was idly getting dressed as he saw the
other man mount, thrust, gasp and then hold himself in tight,
mumbling, "Oh, shit, that was fantastic!" Kate's eyes were
closed, face smiling and slack with pleasure.

George went outside and leaned against the house while he
watched. He had been the one to set this chain of events in
motion, so he felt a desire to linger and take in the other
aspects too. He saw one van drive up -- and then another, and
another. A middle-aged nurse went into the house with a pan that
would go under Kate's bottom. He knew that was what it was for.
The sperm that was shot up into Kate rapidly filled her up and
flowed back out, down her butt crack, and into the pan. And this
overflowing sticky liquid was the one source of the vital essence
that let women become pregnant. In the old days, a man shot a
little bit of sperm up into his girl. Under the new regime,
copious loads of sperm from hundreds of men would all be
delivered urgently into Kate's innards -- as if she was the only
female in the world who could get pregnant. But the sperm flowed
back out. Draining the pan into little cups and bringing it to
waiting women was now part of the human reproductive cycle.

Police arrived to clear out a traffic jam. Cars were directed
down one side street, and then another. When they parked, men got
out and walked briskly towards Kate's house.

But there were women too. The side and back doors of all three
vans were open, and women in turn lay down, exposed their
privates, and lifted their legs. He saw a nurse slide one of the
telltale paper slips up into a waiting vagina. She pulled it out
and shook her head. There was to be no wasting of the precious
sperm in vaginas where it had no chance of taking hold. The woman
frowned, grumbled, got up and left. Apparently the next woman
passed the test, as she stayed and waited her turn.

Another nurse emerged from the house with a transparent cup with
some fluid in the bottom. She held an oversized eye dropper,
dipped it into the cup to get a little of the precious fluid, and
then approached the waiting woman. As she saw the nurse approach,
she spread her legs wide to make her pussy as easy to get at as
possible. The eye dropper disappeared up into the woman for just
a second before reappearing again. She had gotten her one small
squirt, her chance to get pregnant. She hadn't gotten much, but
it didn't take much. A single lentil-sized drop was plenty for a
healthy woman in the prime of life. The nurse moved along to the
next woman. The one who had gotten her little precious drop of
life got up quickly, and as soon as she did, another hopeful
woman took her place. There were only the six places set up for a
woman to lie while she was tested and then inseminated. George
counted nine pussies that got a squirt before the nurse went back
into the house with her empty cup.

And then he realized with a smile that if one of those first few
got pregnant, he might be the father! He had shot two loads up
into Kate, and the other men had only been able to shoot one...

George relived his experience -- one that very likely would never
happen to him again. He had penetrated Kate with some lust but
very low expectations. And then within just a few seconds,
everything had changed! He could still feel the hot, silky grip
of Kate's vagina in the few seconds while the pleasure built
indescribably, and then relived once more the ecstasy and blessed
relief when he came inside her. Those other times when he had had
his turn at a Girl of the Day, he was part of a stream of men,
and he knew that he would feel pleasure and relief. This time it
had been a total surprise, and so much more exciting for that.

He was hard in his pants again, but he knew he'd never get
another turn. When a man dismounted from the girl of the day,
happy and dazed, an efficient nurse stamped the back of his hand.
No one with a hand stamp could get another turn.

But then a thought struck him. He had been out the door before
the hand stamp had been set up. He wasn't marked! If someone
recognized him he might get a talking-to, but nothing more
serious.

After a twenty-minute wait in line, there was Kate again, glowing
with perspiration and lust, as he lowered himself onto her and
penetrated.

"Don't you look familiar?" she said with an impish smile.

"Shhh! Don't tell anyone!" he said, just before the ecstasy and
the twitching and the spurting.

"Of course not," she murmured, kissing his cheek. "You got your
third one!"

"And how are you doing?" said George.

She smiled at him. "Oh, it's fantastic!"

"OK, the next guy is waiting," came the voice of an efficient
nurse, and George slid out of her, but planted a little kiss on
her nose as he got up.

This time he got the stamp on the back of his hand.

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Kate had never felt anything like this before. Her brain kept
fogging over with pleasure, again and again. A man loomed above
her, she felt his cock plunge into her pussy, and in just a few
strokes she heard his cries of joy and knew his cock was spurting
inside her. Sometimes she felt the spurts and sometimes she
didn't. But her pussy clenched rhythmically around the cock as
her own orgasm continued, or began again -- it was hard to tell.

Occasionally she saw a male face awash with ecstasy approach and
kiss her cheek. If he lingered more than a couple seconds, a
nurse told him to move right along. But with or without a kiss,
she could easily tell how grateful these men were. The ultimate
in satisfaction, cock driven deep into her pussy, and release.
And it was pleasantly harmonious that she was so happy to have
the cock driven in and to know it was spurting. The interests of
male and female were perfectly aligned.

It felt like she had been taking cock up inside for forever, but
checking the clock she saw it had been just over an hour. She was
eager to keep getting fucked, but she became aware of two other
needs that made themselves felt with increasing urgency. To the
nurse who was supervising the matings, she said, "I gotta pee,
and I'm really thirsty!"

"Oh, definitely don't pee where you are, it will kill the
sperm... Come sit up."

The man who had been about to penetrate her muttered, "Darn!" as
he pulled back. A little portable toilet was one of many things
that had been delivered into this room, based on much prior
experience. Kate squatted on it and let loose. Her vagina was
dripping too, contributing a sizable amount of white sticky goo
to mix with the copious clear yellowish urine collecting below. A
nurse held a bottle of Gatorade out for her to take when ready,
and while she was finishing up peeing she grabbed the bottle and
began chugging. As she finished it she stood up and looked
around.

"You can take a longer break if you want... up to half an hour,
actually."

Kate considered. Sitting up had been a pleasant change after
being on her back, where she had been covered with and then
penetrated by raw masculinity, over and over again. But she had
had her break, and her pussy was glowing with pleasure and
hungering for more. Half a dozen naked men were lined up with
full erections.

"Nah, that was long enough!" she said with lusty enthusiasm, and
lay back on the bed again, bottom over the catch pan.

The man at the front of the line was the one who had been forced
to wait just when he thought his turn was at hand. "Have at me!"
she said with a laugh, encouraging him to approach, mount and
thrust. Occasionally a man lasted 15 seconds before he started to
come. Usually they started coming as soon as they'd gotten their
cocks in all the way. In the sticky goo there were sperm cells,
prostate stuff, and all the other ingredients that hadn't been
released in months or years or ever before, and it often took ten
shots before the man had delivered all of this magic concoction
that he had to give. But still, the average man was in and out in
just 30 seconds.

Teen boys, some as young as 14, made her happy in yet another
way. For many of them, this would be the first orgasm they had
ever had, and she liked taking in how the wonder of it shone in
their faces.

Kate took half an hour off in the middle of the day. She drank
more, peed again, pooped, and downed some chocolate milk and a
bottle of Ensure -- liquids were the way to get the most calories
in quickly.

Then she took a few minutes to rest and do nothing at all. She
asked to see her mother and motioned her to come close. "Daddy
should get a turn too, right? He gets frustrated like anyone,
right?"

"Oh, well, I guess..."

"I can get a blindfold for it, right?" If there was some man the
girl didn't want to see, she could put on a blindfold for half a
dozen men, and among them would be the one she didn't want to
know about. She loved her daddy's face, like all the rest of him,
but she didn't like the idea of seeing it slack with pleasure,
doing it to her -- his daughter. But she did want him to be happy
and get relief.

"Maybe he won't want to or won't be able to get it up for his own
daughter," said her mother. "But we should do the blindfold
anyway."

When she went back into the bedroom and saw half a dozen naked
men, she knew just where she wanted to be. She wanted to be on
her back with her vagina exposed while they fucked her, one after
the other. With the blindfold in place four men mounted her and
did their business in rapid succession -- and she was so glad
they did! The fifth man was her daddy, there was no doubt about
it. He hadn't been in the line when she had returned to bed, but
naturally he could cut in line for this purpose. She couldn't say
how she knew, but she did. He started coming after five strokes.
And then he was off of her and it was on to the next guy. A few
minutes later the nurse took the blindfold off, and Kate felt
again a surge of excitement to get visual proof of the line of
men with stiff cocks and such hungry anticipation on their faces.
She felt excitement as she saw each cock approach her pussy
opening before the exquisite pleasure of feeling it surge up
inside her.

Starting around 7pm, the guys started taking longer to come.
Sometimes it was a minute. At 7:43 -- Kate remembered that time
-- the nurse told a vigorously thrusting man, "I'm afraid you've
got to let the next guy have a chance." Kate realized he had been
going for quite some time. He frowned and cursed, but he withdrew
as ordered. The number of guys who came quickly got less and
less. The ones who took a minute went up. Another and then
another man had to give up. Kate noticed a change in her own
feelings, too. It still felt good, but it felt less and less
fantastic. She went from a frantic desire to be penetrated to a
more modest one, and then just a willingness.

Since so few guys were finishing, the nurse gave them more time.
And after a full three minutes, a man said, "Oh, wow!" as he
delivered the goods. As it turned out, he was the last one.

"Will I be done soon?" Kate asked the nurse quietly. She was
still willing, but lust was not overcoming the fatigue of having
taken it up the pussy all day long.

"Soon, but this is part of your job too, to make sure the last
guys have a chance."

Another fifteen had a frustrating go at her and then the nurse
called it a day.

The pan was drained to fill the last cup of sperm for
distribution to the fertile pussies waiting outside. The nurses
gave Kate one heavy-days tampon, which filled up in seconds, and
then another, which took the rest of the extra fluid out of her
vagina. They gave her a sponge bath, attending specially to her
rear end, and left some maxi-pads in case more leaked out later.
She could of course take a shower whenever she wanted, but they
did a minimum clean-up.

Then they changed the sheets and returned the house to as close
to normal as they could and disappeared.

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Kate sat on the bed, feeling a bit dazed. Her mother came in and
Kate rose to give her a big hug.

"How do you feel?" asked her mom.

"Sore! I didn't feel it at all while it was going on, but then it
started feeling sore."

"It's no surprise, really. Your poor pussy --"

"No, my lucky pussy!"

"OK, your lucky pussy has had an awful lot of friction inside."

"I didn't feel it at all while it was going on."

"I think that's one of nature's tricks. 'No getting out of mating
because you're sore, young lady! Take your load first, then then
you can feel sore.' I'll get you some Tylenol... Otherwise, how
do you feel?"

"Great!" said Kate.

"No shame at being a slut?"

"No... It's natural. It's my job..."

"You were 'The Girl of the Day' -- no, 'The Angel of the Day,'"
she said.

Kate got a naughty smile. "Or the 'Cum Dump of the Day'."

"Oh, that's not very nice. Anyone who says that is mean."

"But I don't mind. It's pretty close to the truth, isn't it? All
the men are full of cum, and they can't get rid of it anywhere --
except this one place, on this one day. So they shove their dicks
in and dump their cum."

Her mother frowned.

"And that's where all the babies come from -- all the cum that
gets dumped up there. And maybe if I get married some day I'll
want only my husband to do it, but I sure couldn't be picky
today, and I didn't want to be... I wanted to feel the dicks
slide in and dump their cum."

"Well, OK," said her mother cautiously. "I guess that's one way
to look at it, and for you at least it's a positive way... The
nurses all said you did a wonderful job."

"But it was all just nature and hormones, right?"

"Not entirely. You weren't ashamed and the men could tell it was
just fine with you if they went for it. Not all girls do that.
And along with hundreds of satisfied men, there are probably
forty women who got pregnant. They'll be sure to tell their kids
whose vagina the sperm came out of. They know their mothers, but
they'll never know who their fathers are. Your vagina was the
source of the sperm that made their mommies pregnant, and that's
the best shot at a second parent they'll have.

She knew that, but was happy to hear her mother say it again.
"How many guys fucked me?" she said.

Her mom smiled and said, "I guess you're entitled to use that
word... The nurses did keep track, and I bet you could ask.
Surely it was in the hundreds."

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Kate was a celebrity at school. Other kids silenced the few among
them who made lewd comments, but Kate didn't mind anyway. She had
been a source of sexual relief for hundreds of men and boys. It
was no shame if she was having a more or less continual orgasm
throughout the whole time. She recognized a half-dozen classmates
among those who had done it to her on that day. And they were
especially nice to her. She dated one who struck her fancy, a boy
by the name of Brett. He became her steady boyfriend, and helped
satisfy her despite the frustration he would feel. He said it was
better because he would never forget the time she had relieved
his frustration so fully.

Birth announcements started arriving nine months later. There
were around two dozen in all.

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Brett was taking care of the children back at home. But Kate
rushed to the address of the golden nympho. When it was her turn,
she lay back in the door of the van, with legs spread wide. The
fertility strip had the pink dot -- she had checked that herself
before she left home, naturally, but now it was confirmed. Not
many minutes later, a cheerful nurse came into view, holding a
cup and wielding the oversized eyedropper. "Would you like to get
pregnant?" she asked.

"Yes! Oh, yes I would!" Kate held her pussy lips open, the
nurse's fingers touched against her pussy opening while the
eyedropper went up inside. And then she faintly felt the nurse
squeeze with her fingers. That was the last voluntary act that
would made her pregnant, just a little bit like the spasms that
went through a man's penis in the old days to shoot the sperm
out. In the old days, but also on that one day years before, when
229 men had delivered their sperm inside of her.

Now, inside the house, a teen girl -- the golden nympho -- was
getting what she had gotten. She hoped the girl was enjoying it
as much as she had. And as she imagined the little squirt of
sperm up inside her doing its job, who was the father of her
baby? One of the last 20 or 30 men who had spewed into the girl's
vagina, probably, though she'd never know which one.

She'd try to sear the current scene and events into her memory,
to give the best explanation she could to her third child of how
he or she had been created.

Her oldest was Susan, just turning six years old. She had a full
eight years before she'd have to make herself available, but
there would be many conversations between now and then, getting
her used to the idea. It was part of the circle of life.

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