Author: Sterling
Title: Sexy Partners, All Mixed Up
Summary: It's a new world, where only roughly one in a hundred of the
opposite sex can give you an orgasm. You need one every month or so or
you'll start feeling really bad. Times are good for those who
make a great many of the other sex happy, not so good for the
ones who have trouble finding any partner at all.
Keywords: MF, group, humor, ScFi, 1st

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 6/30/2021.

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Sexy Partners, All Mixed Up

Chapter 1

Heather first thought she had a fever. And she did, to the extent
that she was hot. But this was a different kind of hot -- she
felt especially good. It lasted two days. She knew what that
meant. Now she was ready for sex. And she had better start having
sex soon. She could feel her mind changing at the same time.
Yesterday, it was, "Boys, meh...", and today it was, "Boys, wow,
hmmmm, let's see..."

She'd had an understanding with her next door neighbor Luke. They
were good buddies. Like most children, they thought the idea of
sex was gross and weird. They'd done show-and-tell with their
private parts, but neither was particularly interested beyond
simple curiosity. But they decided that when the time came to
have sex, they would do it with each other.

However, they weren't thinking through the details. When Luke got
his initial hot days, Heather wasn't interested yet. He couldn't
wait around for her to grow up -- he needed to start having sex.
So he did it with older girls. But as it turned out, Heather was
just a few weeks behind him.

Now that she had joined the club, Luke could be her first.
Shutting her bedroom door behind them, Luke smiled. When they
were naked, she beheld his stiffening cock and felt her vagina
start glowing.

"Ready?" he said. Heather smiled and nodded. She lay on her back
with legs spread wide. This was her good buddy, and that part
felt good. But also, as she felt that male body approaching her,
closer, more intimately, this all felt very right. Luke let
himself down on her, and guided his cock into her pussy. It slid
in smoothly -- that glow in her vagina had also made her wet.

Heather whimpered and smiled. "So that's how it works... So big,
but it fits nicely."

"That's how it works," said Luke with a smile. "I remember how
right it felt the first time I did it."

In and out his cock went. After a minute, Luke slowed his pace
and withdrew.

Of course he hadn't had an orgasm, and neither had she. That was
very rare and too much to expect. As they both knew, to have
really satisfying sex, you had to find one of the right ones --
roughly one member in a hundred of the opposite sex would
qualify... someone who could make you orgasm. They said once a
girl felt the right penis sliding in, it was unmistakable. When
the boy felt the right vagina enfold him as he penetrated, he'd
feel like he'd never felt before. Enormous pleasure. It was the
only way to have an orgasm. When you found a partner like that,
you worshiped them. Boys were looking for their goddess, girls
were looking for their god.

"Good?" he said.

"Yeah, good," said Heather. "Good while it lasted but... mildly
unsatisfying."

"That's how it is," said Luke. "And if we'd kept at it longer, it
would have gotten slowly more unsatisfying."

"So now I hang out in the fuck room after school?"

"It's a good way to start. I haven't found anyone there yet.
Guess I could have waited for you after all, but we didn't know.
No goddesses for me, and I'm no god to any of the girls either.
I've got to go one of the adult fuck halls soon, and I'm kinda
nervous."

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Heather was a bit nervous going into the school's fuck room for
the first time for real -- she'd peeked when she was younger for
the thrill of how gross it was. But now it was for real, and not
at all gross. In the fuck room you took your clothes off, that
much was clear. And it was easy enough for Heather to see that
she should find a place on one of the beds where she could lie
down and spread her legs.

"Hey, you're new, aren't you!" said one of the boys, approaching
her. His cock was stiff, and one look at it made Heather's loins
surge with warmth.

He mounted her and prepared to fuck. He didn't ask. If a girl
went to the fuck room, it was assumed she was willing to welcome
any cock into her pussy. She could object, if she found some
particular guy repulsive or she was mad at him. But if she didn't
object, the boy was going to mount and he was going to slide his
cock inside. She felt the same thing she had with Luke. Nice to
feel that big hot thing slide inside, nice to feel it slide in
and out, but nothing special. This guy pulled out after all of
thirty seconds. Sometimes they said you wouldn't detect godliness
until several seconds of full penetration and thrusting, but that
was pretty rare it took that long.

When he pulled out, another boy had an eye on her, and he mounted
and pressed in. Same thing. Nice full sensation, but nothing
special.

A third boy approached. His cock tip pressed in a little, and
suddenly he took a sharp intake of breath. "Oh, shit! Oh, my
God!" He pressed in further, then thrust in and out in a frenzy,
gasping with pleasure. Others around the room paused in their
sexual explorations to watch. It was hard to believe, but her
fourth partner was going to worship her. She hadn't done anything
special. It wasn't what you did, it was who you were. Then he
gasped and groaned. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH!" he shouted plaintively.
His thrusting slowed, he relaxed, and then he pulled out. Heather
was struck by how totally ecstatic he was, but she also felt
something in herself. It was mildly annoying, how it made her
feel. Not horrible, but worse than when the other guys had pulled
out.

"Oh, what's your name?" he asked.

"Heather."

"Heather, o Heather, my goddess..."

"Well, aren't you lucky, Sam..." said one of the other boys.

"Sure am!" he said.

Heather thought he was kind of an average guy, but she was kind
of an average girl too. But nothing about her personality or the
details of her body mattered to him. To him she was a goddess,
she had a pussy that could fully satisfy him, and everything else
was secondary.

"Glad to be of assistance," said Heather with an uncertain smile.

"Well, we should certainly be in touch regularly... What's your
lineup like?"

"I'm just starting out. You're like... the fourth guy who's
fucked me."

"You're kidding! Wow..."

"Well, the rest of us should certainly have a go," said another
guy. "Might be a gold mine..."

Some girls were goddesses to a lot of guys, and some guys were
correspondingly widely experienced as gods.

He mounted her. "I can feel your sperm, Jim," he said.

And Heather realized it then too. Her vagina was wet inside in a
different way. Of course, guys ejaculated when they had orgasms,
she knew that. And he had, and it had gone right up into her. She
found that mildly annoying too. Of course, whenever a girl let a
guy fuck her, there was some chance she might get a pussyful of
cum, but the chances were small for any given one.

That guy withdrew pretty quickly, and three more mounted, aligned
their cocks, and slid up into her.

Sam said, "If you come here tomorrow, I'll get ten guys to do you
first to see if we can find a god for you, if I can finish up
when they're all done."

Heather shrugged. Sounded reasonable.

Once girls or boys reached maturity and experimented around, you
were in good shape if you found one or two of the opposite sex to
worship. And you could in turn expect one or two of them to
worship you.

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Growing up, the adults talked about it now and then -- the day
everything changed. But the details came out more in history
class. A virus had come sixteen years before. It only infected
children. But when they approached puberty, everything was
different. Since the initial symptoms were mild and it was highly
contagious, it had worked its way into every corner of the world
before anyone understood its full significance.

Before then, girls matured faster, and they got periods -- blood
leaking out of their vaginas for a few days every month. Boys
didn't get periods, but their penises would leak sperm at night
sometimes. There were no hot days, and no sudden psychological
change in either sex, but gradually increasing interest. No one
had to have sex. Some went for years at a time, or even their
whole lives. That sounded weird. They did sometimes have orgasms,
and it didn't have much to do with who the other person was, just
what sort of activities they did. Certain ways of touching made
it happen, apparently. And guys almost always had an orgasm and
ejaculated. Girls or women got pregnant that way, but it wasn't
easy to tell which days that might happen. Sometimes it happened
when they didn't want it to. You could even get diseases from
just having sex with the wrong person.

On the whole, it sounded like a mess!

Now, you could only have orgasms or feel good with the right boy
or girl. But there was the darker side to it too... after a
while, if you didn't have an orgasm, you started feeling bad,
then really bad, then like you had the flu. By the time you were
in your twenties, you'd better have a regular god or goddess in
store or life would be really miserable. No atheists in this new
world, at last regarding the gods of sex.

A girl always knew a day before her body was ready to get
pregnant. She felt hot, sort of like when a person gets a fever,
but this wasn't unpleasant at all. She felt especially alive. If
she had sex with one of the guys who found her a goddess, then
his ejaculation would likely make her pregnant. If as usual she
didn't want to, she avoided the guys who worshiped her for a day,
and she didn't do it with any new guys, just in case. Good time
to find one of her gods to make her feel satisfied instead.

One curiosity was that in the whole world no male and female had
ever worshiped each other. Sex was truly satisfying for one, or
the other, but never both at once. No one knew quite what would
happen if that theoretical possibility came true, but so far it
hadn't been an issue.

Before the virus, they had marriages where a man and woman would
pair up, and not just have all their babies together, but never
have sex with anyone else. The women could have orgasms from
anyone, including their husbands. Nowadays a couple could get
married, but the girl had to have sex outside on a regular basis
to be satisfied -- and so she didn't get sick. That was
understood.

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Sam lined up lots of guys to try screwing Heather in hopes of
finding a god for her, but no such luck. At the end of the line,
he had his ecstasy inside her the next two days, but she soon
found she was one of those irritable girls who could entertain a
god every couple weeks, but found it really uncomfortable to get
his cum more often than that. They said that if she found a guy
to worship who satisfied her, then it all balanced out and she
could be worshiped more often.

So after a few months of the fuck room at school, it was time for
the adult fuck halls. Luke had already been a bunch of times, so
the two of them went together and he showed her the ropes.

A stream of guys, one after another, would mount her and pound
away for a minute, then withdraw.

But there was a natural problem in the fuck halls that was more
pronounced than at school. Some guys were a lot more appealing
than others. There were the young, handsome and witty. But there
were also the old, ugly, fat, and boorish. If one of those was a
god to you, those other drawbacks could be ignored. You didn't
have to spend time with him, you just had to meet him for a quick
fuck every month or so. But if a guy worshiped you... Those guys
would get just as sick with the flu as anyone else if they didn't
find a goddess. And it was really bad form to turn down a guy who
needed you. And while it was still just once a month, you had to
spread your legs for this unappealing guy, let him fuck you and
fill you up with cum.

So naturally at the fuck halls, people wanted to start out with
the most attractive specimens of the opposite sex. This meant
that the most attractive people would be gods and goddesses more
often, but also have gods and goddesses more often. Once you had
your deity, there was a strong temptation to stop coming to the
fuck hall. Gradually, over time, the fuck halls had more of the
less attractive people than in the population at large.

To counteract this, most fuck halls randomized things. The girls
arriving hung out in a room with a number, and their prospective
mates had a fixed list and shuttled from room to room in numeric
order. Not all sex had to happen in missionary position. If a
girl with a pretty darn ugly face decided to present herself
doggy style, the guy need never know what her face looked like.
If the room was dark, it hid many imperfections.

And what of people who couldn't find a god or goddess, and got
those flu-like symptoms? What if they tried for years without
success? They could solve their problem by having a hysterectomy
or getting castrated. That meant no more erections for the men,
and vaginas that quickly atrophied. They avoided the flu, but
they still felt sexual attractions, only now they couldn't really
act on them. It was frustrating. Anyone could end up in that
condition, but the more unappealing a person was, the greater the
chances they would end up that way, since fewer of the other sex
would even give them a try.

There were also those who were gods and goddesses to others, but
had no one for themselves. They started getting those flu-like
symptoms too. Those who worshiped them were strongly motivated to
twist the arms of everyone they knew to give them a turn, because
your neutered deity was no good to you any more.

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Heather had entertained a few dozen cocks in her pussy. It was
kind of nice in a warm, animal way, but after a while it got
tiring. No luck for her.

And then a somewhat heavy guy came in to give her a go. As soon
as his cock tip plunged in, he was moaning and gasping. Heather
kind of hoped it didn't mean what she thought it would, but no
such luck. The guy came inside her, and was excited. At that
point his personality emerged, which was not very appealing
either. But she was now his goddess.

Sam and now him. Score two to nothing against her, at least in
terms of selfish happiness.

Frank. His name was Frank. He knew he was kind of fat, but not so
aware that his personality was kind of unpleasant. "Oh, what's
your name... Heather! That was really cool, Heather baby. Your
pussy was so hot and wet -- mmmm-hmmmm! Now I get to fuck it all
the time! Very nice! You're not bad looking at all, either, not
bad..."

Heather didn't want to hurt his feelings. Nothing required her to
serve as his goddess at all, but that was very poor form. She
would get a reputation. So she engaged Luke to negotiate a
minimal relationship with him where he stuck his cock in her
pussy, but that was about all the contact they had. The deal was
that every month, she would come to his house, present herself
doggy style, and he would silently mount her, fuck her, and
ejaculate inside her, satisfying his need. He would say nothing.
That was the plan.

But the first time didn't go according to plan. "Aw, shit, man oh
shit!" he murmured. "Oops, supposed to keep quiet," he said with
a laugh, grasping her hips, pumping in and out. His belly was big
enough she could feel it on her butt above where the sex business
was going on. "Unnh, unnh, unnnh," he said under his breath.
Then, "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" when he came.

She felt really angry.

"You're upset," he said as she was getting dressed. That didn't
take much perceptiveness, she thought.

Heather decided to let him skip a month. He was contrite and on
his best behavior two months later, when he was already hurting
from the abstinence. He followed the rules the second time, and
on the way out he handed her an envelope. When she read it later,
it said, "I am truly thankful, Heather, for your time. You don't
have to do this, I know, and I very much appreciate it." He
probably had someone else compose it for him, but she decided to
take it at face value. He was doing the best he could. And she
was being worshiped.

Frank was a male with a man's cock, and that always felt nice as
it went in, she reflected. He thrust energetically, and in under
thirty seconds he tensed and groaned just a little as he unloaded
in her. Mildly uncomfortable for her but that was OK. She had
done her duty, and it hadn't been bad.

But she had to keep searching for her own satisfaction. And when
she did that, nothing stopped the guy from discovering that she
did it for him. She spread her legs, the cocks slid in, and most
of the time nothing happened. But occasionally they hit the
jackpot. She got an older guy who was on the market again because
his goddess had died, and a young boy just starting out who was
really shy, and one fellow who was average in every respect
except that he was a pleasure to talk with, witty and perceptive.
She checked around and it was fine if she let him do her once a
week while the others had to make do with once a month. There was
that same minor discomfort when his sperm gushed out into her,
but it was more than offset by the joy and satisfaction that his
face showed so clearly. She really liked him, and that was nice.
Roy. His name was Roy.

Five to nothing. She wasn't exactly a gold mine, but she was
pretty popular.

As for her, she was getting pretty miserable. It wasn't like the
flu, but it felt bad. They said she could linger in that state
for many months before it progressed to flu-like symptoms. But
she was motivated to try hard.

Frank had a lot of friends. Some were in search of a goddess, and
they were naturally drawn to Heather for selfish reasons. If she
was a goddess to two guys, let alone five, the odds her pussy
could drive him to ecstatic release were a lot greater than the
average woman. But others were all set for themselves, but Frank
somehow got them to try a poke into Heather's vagina.

Bill was in his 50s, dour and tattooed. Heather didn't pay much
attention at first -- a girl has to take a lot of frog cocks up
the pussy to find a prince cock. But the moment his cock tip
spread her pussy lips, it felt a little different, and as soon as
the shaft was halfway into her on his first thrust, she knew he
was a god. Her god. She tried to be sort of demure, but she
couldn't hide her enthusiasm. She was gasping, her face contorted
with ecstasy. He paused. "Well, well, well," he said before
returning to his business. It took her a full minute of building
pleasure before she convulsed with orgasm... That's what it felt
like! Wow, was that amazing! A sensation of joy and health spread
to the tip of every toe and finger. After he had withdrawn, she
was tempted to cover him with kisses, but thought it was best to
hold back, not knowing just what kind of guy he was. He didn't
seem so touchy-feely, though the touch of his cock buried in her
pussy had been out of this world.

"That was amazing," she said softly. "I hope... I hope you can do
that again some time."

"I'm your only one?" he asked.

Heather nodded.

Bill nodded, then gave a wry smile. "I had one other woman, but
she found a better guy and went off with him. But I'm not a
saint. You willing to clean my house? Do my laundry? Make me a
nice dinner every week?"

Heather hesitated only briefly, but then nodded. That would be a
small price to pay.

"The other woman, she got tired of that. Can't blame her, but,
hey, it's a rough world."

It took Heather a few extra hours to bring Bill's bachelor pad
back to usual standards of cleanliness. It took a bit to get used
to his ratty clothing in the laundry. She offered to get him a
few replacement clothing items on sale, and thankfully he didn't
try to make her pay for them. Once she had the place back on an
even keel, keeping things going wasn't too bad. Counting the
dinner, maybe two hours a week total.

She hinted that maybe he could do her more than once a month, and
he finally got the hint and laughed. "OK," he said. And she got
to feel those amazing sensations twice a month.

Funny thing was, in his awkward sort of way he seemed to like
some extra human contact. After he pulled out, he didn't leave
right away. He didn't reject a few tentative advances she made
for giving him a hug in her post-orgasmic state. She inquired how
his situation was with goddesses for him. He said he had one.
"Kind of a slob, but what can you do... You're real nice, you
know -- you know, compared to her."

Sometimes he just called her up and said he'd be up for it if she
came over right then. Usually Heather did.

But it got Heather thinking. After a few hints, Sam started
bringing her flowers every month. The shy boy gave her back rubs.
She didn't ask anything more of Roy, or let on that she was
getting some goodies from her other worshipers.

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Chapter 2

Sam said to her one day, "You know, I'm a god for this woman
Tracy..."

"Yeah, you told me you had her, yes."

"Well, she wanted to know... she was interested if you'd come
along some time and after we did it and she got happy, she could
watch you and me and get to see how I am when I get happy. You
know, I make her happy, but when she and I do it I'm not feeling
really, really good like I am with you."

"That sounds weird. I don't know... What's in it for me?"

"Nothing. Forget about it... it was just an idea. I'm really
thankful you let me do you."

"You're welcome."

But it got her thinking. Bill... What would it be like to be
there when Bill was shafting somehow who thought he was god, so
to speak, to see him get real excited. It would be kind of fun.
But then his girl would be the one left out, watching the other
two of them have fun. And Bill was kind of weird.

With five guys who Heather served with her pussy, no one could
blame her for not going for more partners. Five was enough
worshipers for most girls, though you heard of some who just
really liked making people happy and had like twenty. Not that
they were gold mines so much as that they just let a whole lot of
different guys fuck them. They cast a wide net and caught a lot
of fish.

Heather didn't want to stop with Bill. She wanted more. More
options, if nothing else. She had gotten a sixth admirer along
the way before Stuart plunged into her and made her oh, so very
happy. He was in his 30s and kind of short and bald already, but
he was smart and funny too, kind of like Roy.

Sam told her to let him know of anyone else who she came to
worship. She didn't get why, but he seemed to be into networking
all the paths in the new Olympus. So when she found Stuart, she
dutifully told him. Stuart had a half-dozen goddesses, the lucky
fellow.

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Sam was nearly beside himself with excitement. "We did it! We got
a circle!"

"Huh?"

"We got a circle of gods and goddesses! And there's just six of
us in all!"

"Uh, that's nice for your diagrams I guess."

"No, it's good all around! Wouldn't you like it if Stuart wanted
to do you all the time -- like I dunno, maybe even daily... well,
not on a regular basis."

"Why would he want to do that?"

"Because he'd get to do Carol, who he worships."

"OK..."

"And Carol would love to get screwed more by Mark. And Mark would
get to do Liz, who's one of my girls! And Liz would love me to do
her more, and then... I'd get to do you more, I mean if you're
willing, I mean... suppose that every time you let me fuck you,
Stuart would fuck you. Would you like that?"

That was an easy one. It was kind of pleasant to let Sam row in
and out and squirt and get all happy, though it could get
tiresome. But if the reward was Stuart fucking her 'til she was
crazy with happiness -- that would be amazing!

"Well, sure, that would be great, but... who's left being the
martyr for the others?"

"That's it! With a circle, no one is left out! Here, let me write
down the names."

And he wrote them in a circle: Heather, Sam, Liz, Mark, Carol,
Stuart and back to Heather.

"Each one of us can satisfy the next person in the list, and then
Stuart can satisfy you!"

"Wow... But these other three... are they nice?"

"Yes! It was hard doing this when Bill was your only guy because
he's, well, you know..."

"Yes, I know."

"But Stuart has all these goddesses, and we could try out the
pairings. I mean, if Liz could satisfy Stuart we would have had a
circle of four. And sometimes I'd be at my desk working trying to
get a circle of ten, and I wondered how that would work in
practice if I did find one... But, six is great!"

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Carol lived some distance away, and they did all have schedules,
but they managed to carve out a weekend to meet. Stuart's
extended family had a sizable summer house on a lake, and he
reserved that weekend all to himself and his five guests.

They arrived at different times and were initially occupied with
bringing in the luggage and groceries and setting things up. But
then there came the awkward moment, when all six sat in the
living room.

Liz said, "I've been thinking a good way to get started would be
for us to all strip."

There was a brief hesitation.

"Well, this is all about sex, right? Naked is best!"

The men all had their hands in their laps, trying to hide various
states of erection.

"Stand up, folks, hands by your sides..."

And there they were, three cocks sticking straight out. All six
breasts featured an erect nipple at the end, though it was far
less obvious.

"Ladies first!" said Sam. "Point to the cock you'd like to get."

Naturally Heather pointed to Stuart, Carol pointed to Mark, and
Liz pointed to Sam. There were enough sofas and big chairs for
all three couples to find a place. Three pairs of women's legs
spread wide, three men approached and mounted, and three cocks
eased into vaginas. The three women gasped, and made the whole
variety of sounds of feminine pleasure as the three male butts
contracted over and over, driving their cocks deep into the pussy
of their ecstatic mate. When the last shudders of Heather's
orgasm had subsided and she fully satisfied and Stuart withdrew,
she saw that the other two couples had already finished.

"Men's turn, men's turn?" said Stuart impatiently.

"Of course!" said Carol. "Come here... if you want..." She smiled
shyly. The men got up and each eagerly mounted the particular
woman who drove them crazy with desire, Stuart on Carol, Mark on
Liz, and Sam on Heather. Oh, Sam looked so eager, and Heather was
happy to welcome his cock inside her, her body still glowing from
Stuart's intrusions ... And soon three cocks were once again
pumping in and out of three pussies, just like there had been
before, but they were different pairings. One by one, the men
groaned and gasped while the women looked up to enjoy their
mates' satisfaction. One by one each cock drove deep and sperm
jetted out.

"Everybody happy?" said Carol. There were smiles all around.

They all got dressed. Some explored the house, others the yard
and the lakefront. They had agreed not to get fancy with meals,
and the women soon produced an ample quantity of chicken stew to
be eaten out on the screened porch, along with a green salad.
Several bottles of red wine were consumed.

They thought of bringing out a party game, but that didn't draw
much enthusiasm. In planning the weekend, they had reached a pact
to turn off all their electronic devices completely for the
weekend, and watching TV was out of the question. Eventually they
took a walk along the little-traveled lakefront road.

After five minutes, Stuart told them that the road went for a few
miles in all. Carol slid up behind him and put her arms around
him, letting her hand drift to the front of his pants. The others
saw and smiled.

"Maybe we've gone far enough," said Stuart. All nodded and
returned quickly to the cottage.

"I've had an idea," said Sam. "If you're willing to try..." There
was a bit of good-natured complaining. But then all three women
knelt on the living floor in a row, on cushions, presenting their
rear ends in doggy position.

"Men first?" said Stuart hopefully.

"It's always gotta be women first," said Carol. "You guys blow
your load and you lose your erection."

"Not for long."

"Long enough."

The guys lined up on their knees, each behind the woman who liked
their cock best. They each entered their girl from behind, to the
apparent immense satisfaction of the women. When they were done,
the men wasted no time in shifting. Two shifted right one place,
and the one on the right went around behind to the left end.
Hands grappled women's butts with purpose, cocks surged in and
out, and in short order each guy had his ecstasy in his favorite
mate.

They got in a tight circle, each one rubbing the back of the one
in front who was their god or goddess.

Skinny dipping late at night was fun. Aside from wet bodies
visible by the light of the crescent moon, an occasional
stiffening cock could be seen, but none entered a female.

How to sleep? The obvious way was each woman with her favorite
man for the first half of the night, then the other way for the
second.

"We've already done it twice," said Stuart to Heather. "And I was
just falling asleep."

"It's so hard having you there right next to me, you big sexy
hunk. You'll get to do Carol a bunch of times, I'm sure."

Heather was snuggled behind Stuart, squirming and working her
hands gently over his cock. It had the desired effect, and in
short order he turned over, aimed and jammed their bodies
together as they lay on their sides. Heather was thoroughly
satisfied in a minute, and Stuart was asleep a few minutes later.

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"Three times?" said Carol. "You got Stuart to do you three times?
I only got once from Mark!"

Heather said, "Well, we don't have to keep perfect score, do we?
Maybe you weren't insistent enough."

"Maybe."

"Sam did me three times, so I was even both ways."

It was time to make plans for the morning fucking. Liz said,
"I've had this idea. Let's do it across the circle. With the
person who's, you know, neutral."

"But we'd all meet in the middle; how would that work?" asked
Heather.

"Not literally in a circle, the um, the circle that makes this
all work."

"Oh, I see. But... meh..."

After a series of lukewarm reactions, Carol said, "It will remind
us of all the sex we have over and over to find partners that
never worked out. And good for self-control."

They dragged a few mattresses onto the living room floor. Mark
mounted Heather in missionary position, Sam mounted Carol, and
Stuart mounted Liz. After a minute, Sam said, "If we were looking
for gods, we'd have known already it wasn't a match."

"True," said Liz. "But how about some self-control? Think about
how you feel doing the one who adores you."

"It's way different because he's going crazy with desire," said
Heather. "Enough of this, I want him!" she said, pointing to
Stuart.

"But a little longer!" said Liz. Three cocks had pulled out and
were headed for the holes that craved them. Liz had been
overruled. Stuart joined bodies with Heather, Mark with Carol,
and Liz was left looking at Sam, smiling sweetly at her, slick
cock fully erect. Liz said, "Guess I'm beat, and I certainly
don't want to miss out!" She lay back while Sam nailed her. She
loved getting nailed by Sam.

Way back in the old days, before the virus, a common sex plan was
for the man to help his woman partner come before letting loose
and going for his own pleasure. And such it was with the six of
them, except the men pulled out and switched pussies before
penetrating -- yearning, insisting, straining -- and then
squirting in the new one.

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They all started in cowgirl position in the afternoon session,
and the three women almost immediately had trouble keeping up the
motion because their pleasure was so intense. When fully
satisfied, they slumped in place, and the idea of shifting over
and impaling themselves on a new cock wasn't likely to work, and
no one wanted it in any event. Men eased the post orgasmic women
off of them and onto their backs. Then they shifted to the one
they really wanted, dove in, and after a good hard fuck added a
bit more to the collection of their semen way up in that woman's
pussy.

All six of them lay in a row on their sides on the mattresses.
Stuart was back to back with Carol, and Mark was back-to-back
with Liz. But the couples faced each other in the pairings that
made the women ecstatic. When they were done, everyone turned
over onto their other side, while Sam got himself to the other
end of the line and stuck his cock in Heather. The sounds of
pleasure were in a deeper register.

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Chapter 3

Brian met Zachary in the cafe. They shook hands, ordered their
coffee, and made small talk for a couple minutes. But then Brian
made his pitch.

"They say you're a gold mine, Zach. Very good rate with women."

"Yeah, I'd say so."

"How many women you got worshiping you?"

"About fifty -- fifty-one it is now."

"That is impressive. I've got... thirty-three."

"Hard to keep up a day job, isn't it?"

"Not bad. One in the morning, one in the evening, every day of
the month. And they slip me some tips sometimes, you know."

"But you hardly have free time!" said Zach.

"It's not a bad life," said Brian with a shrug.

"I've got a proposal," Zach said. "Get five of us gold mines
together in one operation. Maybe more. Desperate women come to
let each of us do them, looking for a match. Some will fly across
the country, especially if they're on the verge of getting
spayed. Charge them three hundred just for getting us all to give
a try, but also take a deposit of like three thousand bucks. If
they find one of us to worship, they forfeit the deposit. But of
course they'll want to come back -- we've got to promise to keep
doing them -- for a price.

Brian whistled. "Eight hour day, four or five an hour since we
won't be coming... Adds up."

"But no need for a day job."

"We'll need part of a hotel to operate in."

"Does that mean you're in?"

"Yup."

"All right! That makes three of us. That might be enough to start
with, though I'd surely like to add some more."

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Since she was a little girl, Emma had always dreamed of being
rich... of the clothes she could buy, the vacations she could go
on, the fine restaurants she could go to all the time, the plays
she could watch. She wanted to own four or five mansions.

And now, it was all coming true! She'd started out joining up
with "Golden Pussies". She was the seventh. During business
hours, guys would come to see her... guys who were desperately in
search of some woman to worship. She spread her legs, they
mounted and thrust, and almost all the time, they pulled out
after a minute with a sigh. But there was that one time in a
hundred when a guy went crazy with happiness while filling her up
with cum. It was special to see, and one of the inherent rewards
of being worshiped.

But there was the other side to the business. She'd been accepted
into Golden Pussies because she already had a track record of
being a gold mine. She had twenty before she had stopped trying
out new guys. It was nice to make them happy, but it was also a
disruption. She'd never felt good about asking for anything in
return. This idea lived on in the culture from the old days of
the prostitute, who traded sex for money. It was not a good job,
prostitutes traditionally being despised and pitied, something
most women did only out of desperation.

But when she read about Golden Pussies, it started a change in
her thinking. She set aside two days a month, and left it for her
twenty worshipers to find some way to make one or the other. And
she accepted them one after the other. Eight guys in a row -- she
could do it in two hours. Twelve on the other day, and she could
do it in three. When she nudged them into being quicker about it,
and skipping the chit-chat and lingering in afterglow, she pared
more time off.

And when she joined Golden Pussies, she adapted to their business
model and started charging money. She continued with a dozen of
her first worshipers who couldn't afford to pay much, but the
others started contributing.

As she went fishing with her vagina in Golden Pussies, she
gradually started catching fish. There wasn't a great analogy for
what golden pussies did with the fish they caught. A better
analogy was offering free drug samples, hoping to get some
addicts. Not that there was anything nefarious about it. These
guys were already born addicts, in a sense, but she became the
sole supplier of the drug they needed.

Entertaining them one after another in a single room was awkward.
It was hard to behold a guy basking in afterglow and urge him to
get up and get out quickly, and guys didn't really like passing
each other in the hall, meeting the happy and dazed guy who had
just screwed his girl. It was no better when they were in that
condition, meeting the next customer.

The solution was multiple rooms, with Emma visiting each in turn.

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Larry was naked except for a bathrobe when Emma walked in. She
smiled and let her own robe fall, caressing Larry's cheek, then
caressing his cock to make sure it was hard. She then lay back on
the bed, Larry shed his robe and mounted.

"Go for it," said Emma with a seductive smile, guiding Larry's
cock to her pussy. He plunged in, and began gasping and groaning
at once. After thirty seconds, he reached his climax and spewed
his sperm right up into Emma's pussy, right where nature intended
it to go.

"Sounded like that felt good," said Emma, sliding him off of her
and onto his back. Larry lay panting with an animal grin on his
face. "See you next month," she said, rising and slipping back
into her robe. She made a brief stop in her own room, long enough
to slide a tampon up inside her to remove most of Larry's load
and then remove it, and then sponge off any hints of her last
encounter. Then she put on a fresh robe, and let herself into
Victor's room, kissing him on the cheek as she slid her hand
under his robe to verify his erection. Larry had a few minutes to
recover and get dressed before he left, and then Emma's maid of
the day would change the sheets, readying the room for the next
man. Emma used three rooms in addition to her own. Ten minutes
per customer.

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When she was trying to find new worshipers, Nathan slid into
Emma, and at once she knew he was a god for her. She tried not to
show it, but it was very hard to pull that off. Nathan pulled
out. "You had one, I could tell."

"Um, well, it sometimes happens. Sorry... You were paying for it
to go the other way."

"That's OK, can't control these things. I'm glad to have made you
happy."

"What if we make this one free?"

He hesitated. "A deal's a deal, and that wasn't part of the
deal... well, come to think of it, I won't turn that offer down."

Emma smiled and kissed Nathan on the cheek. Usually it was just
part of her act, seeming so sweet, but this time she felt like...
like worshiping him, which is what people do with gods.

So she made it a deal. If a guy made her come, it was for free.
She could easily afford it. It became a common practice among the
girls of Golden Pussies.

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"I've got three hundred worshipers now," said Emma to the
President of Golden Pussies. "That's ten a day if I spread them
out, but naturally I want to do other things. I wonder if that's
enough. You think it's time to raise my price?"

"I think so. It's kind of up to you. You know a few may drop out
and get castrated. We're already screening out the fat, ugly, and
pains in the ass so they never even get to try you. The ones who
aren't rich are always trying to find an ordinary woman who won't
cost them, and a few succeed. But you've got a lot of regulars.
I'd suggest going up to $1400 from the $900 you're charging now.
Of course, we won't send spiritual seekers your way unless they
can afford that. Let's try it and see how it goes."

Emma hired her god Byron for a better salary than he could get
anywhere else. When they were set up in a hotel, he also doubled
as the "maid", preparing rooms between customers. And after every
ten customers or so she got him to screw her and bring her to
ecstasy to counteract the annoyance that otherwise built up from
being screwed as a goddess.

One way to get an even better price was to come to her worshipers
instead of making them come to her. Byron accompanied her on her
private plane, fully satisfying her by stuffing her with cock a
couple times along the way. She spent two days in a hotel in LA
servicing her customers from that area, then on to Seattle,
Chicago, and New York, as part of a monthly pattern.

But she also set aside two weeks out of every month for fun.
Byron still accompanied her to see to her carnal needs, but she
might spend a few days in her condo on Central Park West, then a
week at her beachfront home on Maui, or a few days at her luxury
flat in London. Byron was also her friend, the one she snuggled
up to at night and told her woes to. He had his own goddesses to
see to his needs, but Emma asked him never to discuss them with
her.

She had always been intrigued by the idea of motherhood, though
she didn't want to actually raise a child. Men could of course
only father children with their goddesses. When Emma's hot day
came, she invited a very rich man to inseminate her. It took at
once, and she got to have the pregnancy experience, both its good
and bad sides. She continued servicing her customers when she was
sick to her stomach, and let them do her from the rear when her
belly got huge -- it was 50% off the usual price, but they got
what they really needed.

The baby, when born, was handed off to the father for a cool $100
million. There was a reason for the hefty price. He really wanted
to be a father, and Emma was the only possible woman he could
impregnate. She didn't want to marry him, so he was willing to
pay a lot of money. He had been in a bidding war with another
very rich man with the same desire.

She started running out of expensive things she wanted. She
wondered if she could actually buy her own island.

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Chapter 4

Heather, Sam, Liz, Mark, Carol, and Stuart decided it would be
great to live together, and with varying degrees of adjustment
they arranged it. The others felt a bit guilty because Liz and
Carol were the ones earning the big salaries that covered most of
their expenses, but the two women assured them that it was just
fine with them. From each according to his means, to each
according to his needs. They all had roughly the same needs.

They toyed with the idea of having children, and eventually went
for it. Up to that point, the women had kept the men who
worshiped them out of their pussies during the day they were hot.
Now they invited them in. Heather and Liz promptly got pregnant.

With six care-givers, they had no trouble working out a schedule
that gave them the regular free time that so many parents lack.
When little Jacob and Julia got old enough to understand what was
going on around them, the adults debated whether to hide sex from
them. The taboo on children seeing sex had been a strong one
twenty years before, but it had weakened considerably. And the
happiest sex involved all six of them at once. They tried to do
it when the kids were asleep, but they didn't always succeed.

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Mark and Stuart observed this interaction between Jacob and Julia
when they were four years old, and relayed it to the others.

"Let's do sex!" said Julia. "I want you to make me feel good."

"But I want to be the one who feels good, not you!"

"I thought of it first... But hey, we can take turns, just like
our moms and dads do."

"OK."

"So the girl always gets happy first."

"Yeah, you're right..."

"We gotta take all our clothes off first..." They did. "Then I
lie down and you lie on top of me."

"Yeah, I know how it's done!"

"So make believe your wiener is going into my hole."

Jacob knew how to mimic the hip-thrusting motion of sex. His
penis wasn't stiff, and it was nowhere near Julia's vagina. But
it was the idea that counted.

"Oh, Jacob! Oh, wow! Oh, shit, oh that feels so good! Fuck me
harder... yes!" said Julia. "Oh, oh, wow, uuhhhh! Ahhh!.... that
was nice..."

"OK, now my turn!"

"Yeah, but we've got to switch partners."

"OK, I'll be Stuart now."

"But that means I was Carol, and I wasn't Carol. I was Liz!"

"I didn't want to be Sam!"

"Well, you were!"

"Was not!"

"I was Liz, and only Sam could make me happy."

"You weren't Liz, you were Carol, and I was Mark!"

"You're squishing me."

"The boy squishes the girl. That's how it's done."

"No it isn't. The boy holds himself up enough not to squish her."

"How do you know?"

"Well, I don't wanna be squished, so let's pretend it's that way
whether it is or not."

"OK, OK. I got an idea. We don't have to change just one of us.
We could both be different. I'll be Mark and you be Liz."

"I don't want to be Liz! What about if I'm Heather?"

"Then I have to be Sam... I don't want to be Sam!"

"You mind being Stuart?"

"No, that's fine."

"I'll be Carol. I didn't want to be Carol when I was having my
orgasm, but I can be her while you have yours."

"All right... I'm gonna stick it in."

"Yeah, go ahead, stick it in."

"Oh, Carol, oh, wow... you feel so tight and hot."

"I'm glad, honey... go for it, baby."

"I wanna make it last..."

"OK, take your time..."

Jacob as Stuart pumped away. "Ahh.... oh.... wow..... fuck....
mmmmm."

"But not too much time."

"Oh, Carol, oh, oh, oh..." His hip motion became faster. "Oh,
shit, AAARRGGGHHH!"

"That hurt my ears!"

"Whatever, yeah, aaarrggghhh! I gave you a big wad of cum."

"Oh, good. Just what I wanted, a nice big wad. You were happy
giving it to me?"

"Ah, sure was..."

"Now it's my turn. Let's see, what if I'm Liz... But then you
have to be Sam..."

"I don't wanna be Sam!"

"Well, then, hmmm, what about..."

"Let's play play on the swings."

"OK, but we gotta get dressed."

"Of course, dummy..."

And the brother and sister, dressed once more, went out to play
on the swings.

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