Author: Sterling
Title: Utopia For a Price - Men Have Boundless Lust
Summary: Aliens visit earth and see a planet in deep
ecological trouble, and devise a genetic fix that makes people
value the common good above their own selfish desires. To
disseminate the fix, they make a temporary bunch of men to
impregnate as many women as possible. But due to an alien glitch
the new 'ordinary' men refuse to father multiple children. As the
population plummets, the women choose the only option they see
that prevents extinction.
Keywords: Mf(14) MF, mF, mf, ScFi, rape, coerc, reluc, 1st

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 9/25/2022.

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Chapter 1

From the Indigenous Cultures Preservation Commission

Final report regarding Planet M-7900005-gxl.

Background: Earth is populated by a single intelligent species,
humans. After a gradual development covering thousands of years
(their year is 1.7 galactic planetary orbital standards),
development became rapid. They used fossil carbon to fuel rapid
economic development, This unrestrained use of fossil carbon
together with rampant deforestation threatens climate catastrophe
and massive species extinction.

Natural selection of course favors what worked in the past, not
what is needed in the present. The past strongly selected for
loyalty to family, band, tribe or nation -- whichever size of
in-group was dominant at any stage of development. There was no
benefit to working for the well-being of other groups. This made
it psychologically impossible for them to give up individual or
group advantage for the overall planetary good. Without
intervention, the vast majority of biodiversity and habit
diversity will soon disappear, along with the thriving human
culture. The remaining small bands of humans will preserve only a
pale imitation of their past complexity and interest. In-groups
will continue to compete with each other to the point of deadly
violence.

This is known in the Civilization Taxonomy as Type A, which is
nearly universal on planets with large and accessible stores of
fossil carbon.

Intervention: The goal of the intervention is to make a small
genetic change to encourage thinking of the good of the entire
planet as superseding the dominance of any individual or
in-group. We understand the human genetic code well enough to
confidently change a dozen genes to accomplish this task.
However, we cannot do this without making our presence known.

Societies never react kindly to the appearance of an alien
civilization, let alone to the sort of intervention we propose,
so the first step will be to infect the entire human population
with an RNA vector that makes all individuals docile. This will
allow us to make our presence known without severe violent
resistance.

The long-term changes we seek in the genome cannot be
accomplished by way of some simple RNA vector. They must be
spread the old-fashioned way, through egg and sperm. Naturally
sperm is the more efficient way, as a single male can fertilize
hundreds of females. We calculate that we need one modified male
for each unit of 5,000 people. Through repeated matings with the
fertile females, this unit of 5,000 will within a few decades be
transformed into a unit of perhaps 2,000, each person with the
proper genetic code. This male's modification must include a
strong desire to impregnate. The docile men can continue to have
sex with women, but the initial RNA vector will also make all
such men sterile. (Ideally this aggressive desire to impregnate
would not be heritable, but our scientists believe the best they
can do is make genes that are only turned on when a particular
RNA vector is present. We will treat these men at the time of
their modification with this RNA molecule, and as it will never
be present again, the high sex-drive genes will never be
activated again.)

The earth's population is roughly 10 billion. Our plan will
require 2 million modified men. Bio-factories to modify 2 million
men are quite an investment, but well within the resources we
have.

A final target population of 100 million is what we would
recommend, but a sudden reduction would cause great and
unjustifiable suffering. We will have to leave it to the new,
cooperative people to collectively decide on an appropriate final
population. As much as possible, no group should perceive itself
as destined for extinction. Thus these 2 million men must be
drawn from racial and ethnic groups in line with current
distributions and released back into the population in the
corresponding geographic locations.

The crucial heritable gene modification package is putting the
good of all above the good of the tribe or individual. The
package will also in females be configured to kill competing eggs
that do not carry the gene package, allowing it to propagate
universally within two generations.

The vast majority of the population will be docile, and for the
most part the world economy works just fine with people who
continue in their daily routines as they always have. But the 2
million men will also have assignments to keep track of various
segments of the economy in different regions, and intervene to
set things right when those who are docile lack the initiative or
creativity to do so. Despite their substantial reproductive
duties, these men will still have time to perform such management
tasks. Cognitively, the 2 million men will understand that
spreading their genes is in the best interests of all in the long
term, even if individual women will not always think that getting
impregnated by the modified man at the moment is what she
actually desires.

All of this together should then produce the gene pool we desire.
The children who result from the initial matings will not be
docile and peaceful by nature -- something we desire only in the
generation of women who must accept repeated inseminations by
unfamiliar men. They will have the usual human initiative and
energy, but now constrained by the need to seek the common good.

Ideally, of course, we highly value self-determination. Any
species or culture should approve any changes to their society
before we implement them. In this case the situation is just too
dire. We are taking on ourselves the responsibility for saving
this planet by modifying a species without their consent. We hope
that the vast majority of what makes humans distinctive and
interesting will survive this genetic manipulation. Once they are
modified to think of the common good above all else, they will
see that this modification was critical for the health of the
planet. Without the modification, they would be just as unable to
see this as they are to act in the common good given their
current genetic make up.

Follow-up: We should revisit this planet roughly 200 of their
"years" from now to evaluate the results of our intervention and
perhaps intervene further if warranted.

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Derek Renaud, ID 1,409,555, knocked on the door.

Mr. David Jones answered.

"Hello, sir. I am here to investigate whether there are any
fertile females on the premises."

"Oh, you must be one of those guys from outer space!"

"No, I'm from earth, but the guys from outer space did tweak me
so I'm different."

"Well, pleased to meet you.... So, here's my wife Janice. She and
I, you know, do it pretty often so hardly likely she'd be
fertile... Just last night we did it, in fact." He smiled.

Derek knew that this man was sterile, but saw no benefit in
mentioning the fact.

"Could you please expose your vagina area to me, Janice?"

"Oh, OK, sure, if that's what you want."

"That's kind of unusual," said Mr. Jones, a hint of discontent in
his voice.

"Oh, I assure you, it is absolutely essential. It must be done."

Janice exposed herself, and Derek opened her vaginal lips and
with a deft finger dipped into the vaginal mucus. She was not
fertile.

"Any other females?"

"Well, there's Cathy, but she's just 14."

"Please show me Cathy."

Janice led him down the hall, "Hey, Cathy, you've got a visitor."
To Derek she said, "She's not even married, though."

"Cathy, pleased to meet you. Please expose your vaginal area."

"Really?"

"Yes, please."

"Well, if that's what you really want..."

When Derek dipped his finger into her vagina, his finger came
away with fine strands of mucus. She was likely fertile.

He turned to the two parents. "We have some business to attend to
here, in private," he said.

"Oh, OK," said Janice, gently nudging David out in front of her
and closing it behind her.

"Time to get pregnant," he said to Cathy.

"Really? I'm a virgin. I don't have a boyfriend."

"Doesn't matter. Lie back and present yourself. You have no
choice. I really, really want you to."

"Well, OK," said the girl, shrugging.

Derek dipped his finger into her vagina again, to rub the
lubrication around and stretch her vagina a bit.

"Ow!" she said.

"Sorry," said Derek, mounting her. He aimed his stiff penis and
pressed in.

"Hey, ouch, that hurts! Yikes!"

"Ssshhhh, it will be over soon." Ten strokes later Derek lunged
deep. As he did, several things happened. Cathy's eyes went wide
with the pain, semen shot in gobs out the end of Derek's penis up
into her vagina on its way to start her baby, and Derek felt the
ecstasy of orgasm, and he felt something more -- a sense that he
had performed part of his solemn duty. The aliens had let him see
the light -- that traveling widely, seeking out fertile females,
and impregnating them was his reason for being. Resistance was
never very serious, and he remembered from before the alien
arrival that without some change the aliens had made, resistance
would often be very serious indeed.

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"Oh, I know what to do," said the woman with a smile. She was a
voluptuous woman and in her 30s. She led Derek into the bedroom,
and pulled down tights and panties and hitched up her skirt.

"You two, stay away!" she said to a small boy and girl who had
followed them in. "Isn't that right, shouldn't they leave?" she
asked Derek.

"Doesn't matter to me," he said. His exploration of her vagina
revealed the stringy mucus that said she needed fertilization.
Should the kids leave? He figured he would let the docility of
mother butt up against docility of the children and he would be
fine with any outcome. Before there was any resolution, however,
Derek's stiff cock was probing into the woman's vagina... First
it gained entry, then it got halfway down the tunnel, and then
all the way. He pumped in and out. He wondered if the little boy
and girl staring wide-eyed at the action should influence his
behavior. It didn't matter, he figured, but he treated himself to
a good 10 minutes of fucking, much longer than necessary, before
he lunged deep and started a little half-sister or -brother for
the pair. As he withdrew and made himself decent, he asked the
girl, "And how old are you?"

"I'm nine," she said.

"See you in five years," he murmured.

"Beg your pardon?" she said.

"Never mind, never mind," he said. Cute girl. No breasts or hips
now, but let nature take its course...

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"Hello, miss," he said. "Please sit in that chair over there and
expose yourself between the legs."

"Like hell I will! Who are you? Some other guy said that the
other day too."

"Oh," he said. "What year were you born?"

"Forty-five," she said.

Aha. Any girl born after 2144 was one of the new people, an
offspring of Derek or one of his fertilizing brethren. She had
not been conceived when the docility treatment was administered.
She was not going to let some random guy stick his finger in her
vagina.

"Sorry, you look pretty grown-up for your age."

"Huh?"

He walked away.

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"Hello, ma'am," he said when she answered the door. "I'm here
looking for fertile females. Would you please expose your private
parts to me?"

"Oh, this again. OK, there they are."

She was not fertile. "Any other women or big girls around?"

"Yeah, me," said a young woman who came through the door, as the
other woman left. There really was no other word for this woman's
body type than "fat". "So you're one of those guys who want to do
women all the time. They told us about you in school. I'm one of
the new people, so I will be happy to tell you to fuck off,
instead of spreading my legs for you."

"Very well," said Derek. He was getting used to this. He'd been
at this for nearly two decades, and this happened more and more
often.

"All the older folks, including my mom, are just pushovers.
They'll do anything you say. But it's all part of the plan. You
guys have the genes to make us new people good. Say, would you be
willing to just do it to me? Skip that embarrassing thing with
your finger in my pussy... Just do it? I'm not exactly marriage
material," she said, indicating her bulk. "You've got 100% good
genes. Certified by Aliens. If you make me pregnant, I get to
have a baby, no one has to agonize about marrying me because it's
in the common good, maybe."

"Certainly," said Derek.

"And all the docile guys, the older ones, are sterile... But use
your fingers first, OK..." Derek reached between the folds within
folds to massage her clitoris, which despite her bulk was no
larger than on an ordinary woman. He had done this many times
before, though rarely needing to reach through so much flesh.
Docile woman sometimes asked if he would do things to help turn
them on, and he had been happy to comply. He was never in that
much of a hurry, and it was kind of nice to see a woman have an
orgasm before he had his and made her pregnant... As long as they
didn't skip that step, all was fine.

"Hey, you're not docile, but you'll do just about anything to
make a girl pregnant, right?"

"Well, right..." he said. He knew that his life purpose was to
make the docile women pregnant. Knocking up new people wasn't
really needed, but his underlying desire was just as strong to
knock her up as anyone else. He hadn't checked her fertility, but
if she was asking for it... His fucking day was nearly over,
anyway. He needed to go in to meet with all the dolts in the road
repair division, to make sure they were fixing the roads that
really needed it, given the budget constraints...

"Can you do me from the rear?" she said. "I've never done it that
way, and I can use my fingers while you do it."

It took some time to get her ass cheeks and associated inner
rolls of flesh out of the way, but when he had done his best he
could get in two inches, and that was all it took. He kept it up
for five minutes, as she got more and more excited from her
finger work right in front of his penetration, but his strength
was fading. "Sorry babe, got to come now." He pressed in ten more
times, and shot his load. He'd rather get a load way up inside a
girl. This would only be in about an inch, but they said it was
usually enough.

"Oooo, I was close... But thanks for trying... I'll have to get a
few more of those docile men to do it like I want. But maybe you
made me pregnant, and they can never do that... so thanks."

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On and on Derek went, searching wherever he went for fertile
females. Docile residents were happy to give him food. Nightly
lodging was also easy to get, and after fertilizing a pleasing
woman late at night, he would often suggest spending the night.
She agreed, of course, and he enjoyed the human contact. A couple
times he did her again in the morning, though that wasn't really
right of him. He should be saving that sperm for some other woman
who needed it.

He and his fellow impregnators didn't find every woman, of
course, but those women simply had no further children.

Derek was in his mid-70s, and knew his heart wasn't so great. The
doctors told him absolutely no more sex. But that was ridiculous.
Here was a woman in her 40s, mucus perfect for fertility. He
mounted her and thrust away. It took him longer than usual these
days. His heart was racing, and he was having even more trouble
than usual finishing. But he dug deep into his reserves and went
a little harder, and he had the rush of knowing he had come... he
could feel the sperm shooting out the end of his penis... He also
felt a great pain in his chest. Shortly he passed out and never
woke again. But he had died fulfilling his life's purpose.

He and his 2 million colleagues were dubbed 'Insistent
Inseminators', and before long it was such a commonly used phrase
that the capitalization disappeared. The decades when they roamed
were occasionally called the Great Insemination Event.

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Chapter 2

At the time of the alien intervention, all the children had been
infected with the same agent that their parents were, the one
that made them docile and peaceful for life.

But Derek's work resulted in the birth of many children, and they
were not docile and peaceful in the same way as their parents and
older siblings. They informally began calling each other "new
people" and then it became an official designation. They
squabbled and fought and had tantrums. Their parents never had
firm rules for them that they applied consistently, and there was
some upheaval in society from children running their own lives a
bit too soon. But as the oldest of the new people came to the age
of abstract thinking, around 13 or 14, they recognized the
problem, and in the interest of the common good they arranged
regular visits by adolescent new people like themselves to
re-establish order in households where it had weakened.

New people learned to read, of course, and some of them liked
learning a lot. Educated men and women who had led pleasant,
docile lives without exertion for a decade or two suddenly found
themselves being questioned by young men and women who wanted to
know more -- who wanted to learn. All of human knowledge was
preserved, mostly in electronic form, during the age of the
docile. It was ready to be rediscovered by the inquisitive new
people, who had ambitions and plans.

Some old traditions came again but with slight changes. In the
high schools, old rivalries were re-awakened between adjoining
towns. But instead of frenetic pep rallies and fierce emotions,
people just watched the two teams play, and were happy for their
team if they won, and admired the skill of the other team if they
lost.

As the new people started to come into positions of
responsibility, it was immediately clear that everyone needed to
reduce their energy consumption. People traveled far less, made
sure to insulate their homes, put up with warmer temperatures
than they used to in the summer. They used caves for temperature
regulation where feasible. The older generation was often
disappointed to give up many of their habits, but they were
docile and went along with the new people.

Recycling became a major organizing principle. Reprocessing of
various waste materials to recover valuable materials was
considered worthwhile by the new people, even if it was more
expensive in terms of dollars. Machines were designed
prioritizing a long useful life, and the ease with which
components could be recycled. A new simple, safe nuclear reactor
was designed, and many were built.

All the ethnic wars stopped. Non-partisan international
commissions looked at each case and proposed fair settlements.
The ethnic groups accepted them as fair because they trusted the
international commissions, and their trust was not misplaced.

All military forces were decommissioned or converted to civilian
use. Police forces and mental hospitals remained in small
numbers, as people still did occasionally go crazy.

Forests were planted everywhere to do their bit to absorb carbon.
Some experiments with sequestering carbon dioxide underground
mines were successful, and they were widely implemented.

All the new people understood the vital need to cut world
population. The retired elderly people outnumbered productive
youngsters for many generations. The youngsters spent
considerable resources giving their elders comfortable
retirements. Entertainment in its virtual forms came to the fore
for them as for everyone else, instead of forms that required
energy or travel.

Over time, the docile generation died off, and in turn new people
were aging and dying, like any other humans. They understood the
need to reduce the percentage of world resources that went into
health care. The expensive care that in the West had previously
been lavished on patients in the last year of life was severely
reduced. Some interventions were cost-effective, and some were
not. Not a single elder bridled at his or her life being
shortened for lack of expensive care -- it was for the common
good. Though it was entirely up to them, many elders diagnosed
with degenerative mental diseases such as Alzheimer's chose
suicide. High-quality care was cheerfully provided for those who
chose to live. It was a borderline case of whether it was a
suitable use of society's resources.

The new people decided that two children to replace ten adults
was about the right rate of reproduction to get world populations
to a sustainable level. It took 40 years to get the population
down to 8 billion, but then the decline was more rapid. The
population dropped by 90% every 50 years. When population went
below 800 million, people everywhere were delighted. Forests were
planted on the abandoned land. When it went below 200 million
voices spoke up to note that they were aiming for a stable target
population, 100 million was a good candidate, and it was perhaps
time to adjust reproduction correspondingly. A stable population
required 10 children born for every 10 adults. Birth rates rose
to 5 children for every 10 adults -- but then they stopped
rising.

The problem became how to stop the population from shrinking away
to nothing at all.

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All of the new people were dedicated to the common interest --
making society work harmoniously for the benefit of all.

But a curious divide between the sexes took shape. Men felt that
they should father just a single child. After this was done, they
would obtain a vasectomy to make sure they fathered no more. When
they learned of men who had fathered more than one, they treated
them as mentally ill. They were sterilized, of course, but only a
mental illness could keep a man from understanding the need to
father no more than one child, and new people never went against
the common good. There were very few men who required such
intervention.

It would have been much simpler to limit reproduction by
attending to women, not men. Sterilizing a woman after she gives
birth to a single child requires far less work to ensure
compliance. But the men strongly believed that limiting
reproduction was the responsibility of men, not that of the
women. The old days held a major injustice, to the extent that
men ruled women's lives. The 'new men' would not force anything
on women, who as a group somehow did not share their commitment
to a single child. They would enforce their convictions on other
men only.

In debates, the women pointed out that with the limits on
reproduction that the men had set, the species would go extinct.
They noted that the aliens had deliberately suggested a low
steady-state population, not completely vanishing. The men noted
this, but thought there must have been some misunderstanding. The
obligation for a man to never father more than one child was more
important. If it led to extinction, that was an unfortunate
consequence, and must be what the aliens actually intended.

Never before had thinking between the sexes been more rigidly
divided. Every single person born with testicles felt the
limitation was obviously more important, and every single person
born with ovaries felt the need to not go extinct was by far the
more important priority.

Despite their difference of opinion, these men were new people.
It was almost exasperating for the women that the men treated
them so well. They were open to monogamous bonds and were kind to
the women. If the women wanted a lot of sex, the men would give
them what they wanted. They would engage in endless foreplay,
they would happily go down on the women or do whatever was
required to bring them off to climax. The one thing they would
not do was to provide sperm if they had already fathered a child.

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In the era of the new people, conferences were held almost
exclusively to exchange information. Once the information was on
the table, specialists in any given area could be trusted to make
the decisions that were best for all.

So it was a rare conference indeed where all those who were
invited were women, and where the women were open to the idea of
taking steps that they knew men would disapprove of.

Dr. Rebecca Wilson summarized the findings of her research team
-- corroborated with others around the world.

"You may recall that the primary objective of the aliens was to
produce a human gene pool where cooperation was the norm, and we
all worked for the common good instead of for our own selfish
ends. On the whole this project has been very successful! Let's
pause to be thankful!"

There was a full minute of standing ovation, as they realized how
dramatically they had improved the earth and the human condition.

The rest of this section is her address, though it is not quoted:

The main genetic manipulation to us humans was the set of genes
that make us cooperative new people who put the good of all above
the selfish desires of any group or individual. But you may
recall also that there was one other genetic manipulation. While
most of the population was rendered docile by use of an RNA
vector, there was a special group of 2 million men whose
testicles contained the genes for new people, and whose job was
to spread those genes far and wide -- the insistent inseminators.
The aliens needed a special intervention to produce this
insistent insemination behavior. They lived out this compulsion,
to fertilize a great many women, even with ambiguous consent, for
decades. But insistent insemination is not compatible with the
common good in the long run, so the aliens saw to it that the
Great Insemination Event would end when the insistent
inseminators died. There would never be any more. Their sons were
ordinary new people.

The plan of the aliens, as best we can understand it, was that
the insistent inseminator behavior would be induced by an RNA
vector delivered to them when they were modified, but it should
not be heritable. But long after the aliens left and new people
began serious scientific research, we discovered that the aliens
had not carried out their plan. We suspect that their technology
did not allow them to keep the insistent inseminator genetic
program out of the gene pool. It would live on in humans forever.
Instead, they had devised an RNA trigger that was used to create
the insistent inseminators, but since no one would ever release
that RNA trigger again, there would be no problem.

You might think that all of this would happen independently of
how men approached sexuality and reproduction when the RNA vector
was not present, but somehow, they modified this behavior pattern
as well, to produce this inflexible male conviction that he must
never father more than one child. We hardly noticed this when we
were engaged so energetically in reducing the population. Under
those circumstances it manifested itself as a desire not to be
selfish. Since most men would never father a child, they wanted
to be sure they never fathered two, which was more than their
fair share. If we look back carefully at the record and certain
things men said, we see the one-child compulsion was there all
along. Now, of course, it has assumed great importance. Perhaps
the aliens made a mistake, or perhaps one faction of alien
scientists wanted us to go extinct, for some reason. We can do
nothing at this point but speculate on such matters.

Ideally, we would like to find a genetic fix that would leave men
flexible on the point of how many children they father and
otherwise leave them as they are now. However, this is beyond our
technological capabilities. The other circuitry that all our men
carry in their genetic code is that of being insistent
inseminators. We can produce the RNA trigger if we wish, but it
is inherently highly contagious. If cannot turn it on for some
men and not others. It's all or nothing. Turning it on is the
only way we scientists have been able to figure out how to avoid
going extinct.

We also do not know what sort of chaos might ensue in society if
all the men are insistent inseminators. At the very least, we are
likely to see sexual harassment on a scale never before imagined.
But let me say it again: this to the only alternative we are
aware of to total extinction.

You might object immediately that this would be too much of a
good thing. We certainly do not want to dramatically increase the
population. But this we can control. Any woman can take
contraceptives for a temporary fix, or have her tubes tied for a
permanent fix -- but do so only after she has produced, on
average, at least two children!

The men scientists who now study this area would of course never
release the RNA trigger. They are convinced that fathering at
most one child is imperative, so they would not consent to any
change that would interfere with that conviction.

If we women take that step, then it is likely that the men would
do their very best to make sure to never reverse it. Once they
were insistent inseminators again, they would think it is proper
that they should remain so.

Our broader species transformation of remaining 'new people' is
not in question. We have strong evidence to believe that men will
continue to be 'new people' in every aspect of life except this
one.

Only the most dire of circumstances would make me even raise the
issues I am about to raise. But we are in the most dire of
circumstances.

Physically, women can easily survive rape, let alone sexual
harassment. They can survive rape that is repeated frequently.
This disagreement between the sexes could be limited to this one
area. We would continue to share the goals of thinking of what is
best for all groups and for the planet overall. What's more, some
of us speculate that women could psychologically get used to
helping to meet what will become men's inborn and immutable
desires. This may seem fanciful, or an issue to consider only
very far down the road. But we can hope.

There is a decision to be made.

We on this committee propose that unlike any other decision in
the era of new people, it is to be made by women only, without
input from men. Will we choose a society where men will be
'Insistent Inseminators', harassing or even raping us
incessantly, or will we choose to go extinct?

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Chapter 3

Jack and Susan Hirschfield lived in Evanston, Illinois, a suburb
of Chicago.

"Good morning, Jack," said Susan.

"Ah, good morning Susan! Hey... I feel different somehow. Like a
new man!"

There definitely was something different about him.

"You sure are sexy... Let's do it."

"Oh, yeah, OK. Give me a sec to warm up here."

Jack slid his hands up under the T-shirt Susan wore at night.

"Oh, yummy!" he said, sucking her right nipple. She felt his hard
penis thrusting against her thigh. "You ready yet?"

"OK," she said with a smile. What they did next in sex was
usually the same... She would mount him and impale herself just
the right way, and in a minute she would come. Now what happened
was different, Jack turned her over onto her back, aimed his cock
and pushed in. "Oh, shit, oh that's great!" he said thrusting
faster and faster. "Oh, yes!" he said after fifteen seconds,
holding his cock deep. "That was fantastic!"

"That was... different," said Susan, trying not to sound too
annoyed.

"Was it? Yeah, I guess it was. You wanna do it the other way?"
But looking down, it was obvious his cock was limp. "Oh, yeah,
well next time I'm hard, sure... let's do it that way!"

They lounged in bed. Jack's cock was hard in about five minutes,
and he encouraged her to mount him. Jack looked on lovingly and
gently touched Susan in all the ways she was used to. She came,
though not a really big orgasm. Jack was different, and she was
nervous finding out the shape of what had changed.

In line with their usual routines, as soon as she came they
turned over and he was on top. Since he had come just ten minutes
before, Susan expected him to take a while, but he jammed his
cock in tight and fast, and murmured, "Oh, what a good fuck!" as
he lunged deep and came in her again. As soon as he came, he
pulled out and lay on his back. They usually would have lain
intertwined in afterglow.

"Time to get up!" he said, and was off to start on their morning
routine. He helped their four-year-old Bill get dressed, eat
breakfast, and get ready for pre-school.

Next door lived Dave and his 4-year-old daughter Tanya. The four
of them often walked to school together. Susan looked out the
window at the comforting scene of men doing their part as
parents. Dave and Jack briefly looked at each other, and then
something unusual happened. Dave strode up to Susan's door while
Jack went next door. Dave let himself in without knocking.

"Hey, Susan, let's do it," he said with a lusty smile. "You're
sexy and we ought to!"

"Dave! What is this! I'm a married woman! You're a married man!"

"True, true, but this is more important. How you want to do it?
You could bend over the table and I'll take you from behind? That
would be hot..."

"Go away!" she shouted, pushing Dave towards the door.

"All right, all right," he said with an annoyed expression,
letting himself out. Susan sat to collect herself, and a moment
later Jack and Dave came in.

"Hey, Susan, Dave says you won't do it. Why not? He needs sex
just like I do. Stephanie let me do it to her... you should let
Dave do it to you."

"Jack!" she said.

He growled at her then, and said, "C'mon, don't be a tight-ass.
In the living room, let's go!"

Frightened and bewildered, Susan got up and followed Jack into
the living room.

"Right there, on the couch... Lay back and spread 'em," he said
with a leering smile.

Dave had his trousers down partway, and his erect cock was
sticking out.

"Oh, you look great!" he said, lowering himself.

"Are you gonna watch?" said Susan with disbelief.

"Sure, why not! Sex is good. Lots of sex. Might as well see it."

Susan lay still and took what was coming to her. Dave's cock,
right up her vagina, thrusting twenty times, with increasing
urgency. Then his look of satisfaction and slowing pace told her
he had ejaculated inside her.

"Way to go, Dave!" said Jack.

Susan turned and saw the young children Bill and Tanya standing
at the other end of the sofa, looking on in fascination.

Rampant promiscuity was on the loose. However, women could still
limit the men who had sex with them when they were actually
fertile. Vasectomies could be reversed. Jack and Dave both saw
the benefits of nuclear families. Before long, Bill had a little
sister, and Tanya had two little brothers. Those extra little
people, none of them particular notable as individuals, were
collectively the benefit that had set this whole social
transformation in motion.

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"Can you tell what's happening, Mary? It seems like it's
pandemonium there."

"It sure is, Cecilia. There's no doubt that someone released the
RNA trigger, because men everywhere are behaving very
differently. They are pressuring women for sex, over and over
again. If one refuses, they're on to the next, and it's pretty
likely the next fellow is giving that first woman a hard sell.
We're in the eye of the storm here, because there are no men here
in this part of the building right now. But everywhere else,
there seems to be this large-scale sexual harassment going on. We
have a few reported cases of rape, where women report they could
clearly see the woman saying no and never consenting, and the man
went ahead and had intercourse with her anyway."

The camera picked up a man approaching.

"Here's a man. What's your name?"

"Jonathan."

"Can you tell me what's happening? All the men are acting very
differently."

"I guess we are. Yesterday seems like a distant memory. Sex is
the thing. Sex with lots of women. That's very important. Penis
deep in the vagina... Shoot the cum out. A lot of that just has
to happen."

"Why does it have to happen?"

Jonathan paused. "If I answer your questions can I fuck you?"

Mary hesitated. "Five more questions, and then you can."

"Her too," he said, pointing behind Mary. The camera turned to
pick up the sound tech, another woman. "You've got to let me do
her too."

"This is a news show!" said Mary. "You can't just go demanding
sex!"

"It's OK, I'll do it," said the tech. She added, "We really need
to get this story, right?"

"OK," said Mary.

Mary turned to Jonathan. "We're part of this new world order
where selfishness is a thing of the past, and every one of us is
always thinking of the greater good. You're all making a lot of
women extremely uncomfortable? How does that match?"

"Yeah, we're in that world, you're right. No wars. Greatest good
for the greatest number. Ecology, all that. But this is separate.
Totally separate, but it's got to happen. I've got to have sex
with lots of women. I've just got to. It looks like lots of the
other men feel the same way."

"How can it be separate? Raping women is not thinking of the
greater good, is it?"

"Yeah, it is. Lots of women have to get pregnant. Lots and lots.
That's what we're for, we men."

"Yesterday, it's true, we women were exasperated because every
last one of your refused to father more than one child. We wanted
a little more reproduction, but not rape and harassment!"

Jonathan paused to think. "It doesn't hurt women to have sex.
You're all built for it. It doesn't take long. Doesn't keep you
from doing other things. But I've got to have sex with you. Lots
of you. Make as many pregnant as possible."

"And do the other men agree?"

Jonathan shrugged. "I don't know, we haven't talked about it or
anything. But it sure looks like some others feel the same way.
There was this group of policewomen, like six I think. They were
trying to arrest a man for raping a woman. But the other men,
looking on, wouldn't let them. Yeah, rape's not great, but it's
not really a crime, was the thought. We've got to do it, and if a
man gets carried away sometimes, well, you can't really hold it
against him. The men started asking the policewomen if they could
have sex, and that little knot of policewomen backed away and
made it out without any of them getting raped. Hey, how many
questions is that? I've been giving you big long answers!"

"It's four," said the tech.

"OK, one more, and make it a quick one."

"Where are you going to do me, on the floor?"

"Maybe, I'll think of something." After looking around briefly,
he grabbed Mary by the wrist and led her over to a wall.

"Keep the cameras going!" said Mary. "This is part of the story!"

"Fine with me," said Jonathan. "Go on, let me get at you -- up
against the wall."

Mary reached up under her skirt to pull down her tights and
panties to her knees, then lifted the skirt. Jonathan's shorts
and briefs went down, and his stiff cock appeared. He slid right
up in front of Mary, lowered himself until he could get his cock
in position, then shoved it up. Mary's eyes were closed, her face
a mask of consternation.

"Oh, that's nice!" said Jonathan. "That's just right. Time to
make you pregnant," he said, pressing deeper a dozen times, and
then saying, "Aaaahhhhh!"

He pulled away, with a satisfied grin, and turned to the sound
tech. "You'll have to wait a couple minutes for yours," he said,
indicating his flaccid penis.

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No one was sure just who had released the RNA trigger or how many
times. The facts were consistent with the idea it had been
released just the once, in Chicago, and jet travel rapidly
carried it everywhere. Mary's news station was in Chicago and the
video was instantly all over the world. Some thought it must be a
hoax, but within hours other major urban centers were similarly
overrun with stories of sex-crazed men. Within a couple days it
had reached every corner of the globe.

Dr. Rebecca Wilson's story was relayed by a variety of
scientists, all of them agreeing on the essential points.

It only takes one group to release a virus, even if many others
are opposed, and apparently one had. Even among women -- who
among themselves were all new people, sharing the conviction that
not going extinct was the higher priority -- there was no easy
consensus. It seemed likely a majority had been in favor of
releasing it, so this was no rogue decision of a small group of
dissidents. But there remained disagreement about the best
timing, and some group had short-circuited that discussion.

After an initial flurry of chaotic sex, the men got under control
enough to meet to discuss the situation in groups. Yes, they all
agreed that there was a great need for lots of sex and
impregnation. But they were also devoted to the interest of all
over the interest of the few. They knew a truth that the women
did not seem to know, which was this need for lots of sex. They
were right, and were puzzled as to why the women didn't see the
truth. Men agreed they would have to do things their way on this
particular issue even if the women were reluctant.

They heard the explanation as to how a genetic program had been
lying dormant in them from the time of the Great Impregnation
Event, and they found this interesting, but to them this just
showed the inevitability of this change, awaiting a single
chemical signal to return men to their true nature.

They understood that the insistent inseminator program had been
reawakened in them. The original insistent inseminators had been
driven to impregnate hundreds of women. With the ratio of men and
women now even, the men couldn't actually carry on anywhere near
that much impregnation, but the urge to inseminate was still
there and it needed to be satisfied for all to be right with the
world.

They also understood that the women who were part of the Great
Impregnation Event had all been docile, and so never objected
strongly to the male's desire to inseminate them. Women today
were not docile in the same way, but this just meant that men
would have to work a little harder to do the right thing.

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Chapter 4

Lisa and Donna were members of a group of about a dozen women who
thought of themselves as a unit, for purposes of meeting the
sexual needs of men.

"It's my turn today," said Lisa, wiping away a tear.

"Are you going to use a sedative?" said Donna.

"No," she said. "No, I'm going to take it like a woman -- so to
speak."

Lisa occupied a small room in the housing complex for the day.
She was, from a hormonal point of view, fertile. This seemed to
be the most satisfying to the men. She also had an IUD, so she
could not in fact get pregnant.

The first man appeared, lust written on his face.

"Oh, you look fantastic!" he said. "Ready to get it?"

Lisa gave a forced smile, and spread her legs.

The man did what men from time out of mind have typically done to
naked women with spread legs. He mounted her, inserted his penis
into her vagina, and thrust in and out energetically. Within a
couple minutes, he surged and groaned and smiled as he
ejaculated. His load delivered, he thanked Lisa and left.

A boy in his mid-teens was the next to appear. Lisa could almost
feel the intensity of his desire, and feel a glimmer of his
satisfaction when he held his penis deep and ejaculated into her,
twitch after twitch.

One of the men was elderly, and said he sometimes needed some
help. Lisa caressed his back, nibbled his ear, squeezed with her
vagina, and said, "Mmmm, please give me some..." It worked.

After a half dozen men had done her with great enthusiasm, the
interest gradually tailed off.

After man number 10, an investigating man 11 said, "You been done
plenty... I need somebody to impregnate."

Numbers 12 and 13 gave her their loads of sperm, without great
enthusiasm.

14 and 15 said she had been fucked so much she wasn't interesting
any more, so Lisa packed up and called it a day. She was glad she
had done her duty.

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Frances volunteered more often than the others, because she
minded it a lot less -- as any good new person, her goal was to
minimize the overall discomfort. She took it from the rear and
stimulated herself with her fingers, and she found the thrusting
from the penises exciting. She often had orgasms.

But men craved novelty, and a few women who didn't mind it that
much could not produce novelty by a frequent willingness to get
it.

Nancy chose full anesthesia. Men's reaction to a sex partner who
was out cold might not have been obvious in advance, but they
didn't mind. The woman who was out cold had a hot vagina, and
might have a ripe egg up inside, and maybe they could fertilize
it. The woman would soon wake up and have ample time to bear a
child and raise it. That's what the men's bodies told them, at
least. Ejaculating inside a woman who was out cold satisfied
their desire to impregnate. It would have worked for the
insistent inseminators.

A few women were naturally too sick to bear children or undergo
intercourse. A few would find it psychologically profoundly
traumatic, even if they were unconscious during the act. They
were typically stashed away in environments where men never went.

Women who were well into menopause were of no interest to the men
-- though their interest extended into early menopause. However
slight the chances of impregnation, sperm is cheap and it was
worth a shot.

Girls under the age of 14 were totally exempt. Even if they tried
to volunteer, with the best intentions of 'new people', they were
uniformly rebuffed. They were off limits.

It's an uncomfortable subject, and people are very reluctant to
get specific about it, but some people are ugly. Grossly fat,
ill-proportioned, missing body parts due to physical trauma. Some
of these are possibly fertile females, and the modern men did not
shy away from any of them any more than had the original
insistent inseminators. If they could somehow get the tip of
their penis into the moist part of a vagina, and disgorge some
sperm, they would try.

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The experiments had to be done. In the interest of advancing the
common good, some men volunteered to be imprisoned by women for
scientific tests knowing that they could end up maimed or dead.
They were asked to volunteer after having had sex four or more
times recently. The women decided that this timing was ethically
justified, even if asking at other times might give different
results. But the desire for sex soon rose to the fore, and the
men wanted to be released. The desire for sex was stronger than a
need to keep their past commitments. The women apologetically did
not let them leave.

Without sex for a week, the men began to get sick. They reported
a fervent desire bordering on a craziness to have sex. After ten
days of no sex, men in their cells were visited by women of
reasonable strength who volunteered for the task. The women
followed their instructions to refuse sex verbally and fight as
hard as they could to prevent it, but the men were easily able to
rape them. They seemed to summon a surprising amount of physical
strength for the task and felt no guilt about it. The one act of
sex largely "reset" them, so that their period of deterioration
would begin all over again.

Men had no interest in relieving themselves with masturbation.
There were no wet dreams.

If there was no sick, the sickness progressed, becoming more and
more serious. Half were dead in six weeks, and none of the others
was on the road to recovery. The women felt the situation
justified sacrificing a total of seventeen men in this way before
the scientific point was proven.

Careful analysis showed that the men had started getting sick
after a mere two days of abstaining from sex. The effects were
also cumulative. It really looked like a man's physical health
depended on sex at least once a day, where 'sex' meant fully
completed intercourse with a woman.

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There was work to be done. Men could not work for long without
female company. Women who volunteered to be sperm receptacles for
a dozen or more men at a time helped, but the men groused about
lack of variety. In the Great Insemination Event, surely it was
advantageous if a man did not waste his sperm in a woman who had
already been inseminated. In its new incarnation, it persisted
only as a desire for novelty.

Given that the women could not change the men's fundamental
desire, what would work best for everyone was a mixed labor force
of men and women, in which the women would submit to the men's
advances on a regular basis. As Jonathan had noted in the famous
interview, women's bodies were meant to receive penises and the
semen which spurted out of them, and in fact nature had endowed
them with an organ designed for that exact purpose. The act
itself did not take long.

The difficulties were psychological.

The mindset of new people was clear. Since their shared goal was
the common good, there was rarely controversy. When it was
discovered that men refused to father more than one child, there
was conflict, but it was a sin of omission. No individual woman
was harmed by a man's unwillingness to inseminate her with
fertile sperm. When the RNA trigger was released, and men changed
to require frequent intercourse with a variety of partners, there
were immediate conflicts. While a few women could opt out, the
size of the male demand was such that most had to participate,
and do so frequently. There was quite a bit of indisputable rape,
and men refused to consider it a serious crime. The experiments
showing that men got sick if they abstained for a week produced
an imperative that women, as good new people, could not ignore.

Men could postpone or even interrupt a sex act if someone's life
was in danger. But what happened when consequences were less
clear and direct was not obvious. One example that was studied
and discussed widely was the surveying expedition on which a man
known to history as 'Bob' got an infection and died.

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Chapter 5

Mark and Bob were part of a surveying party, far away from
civilization.

They woke in the morning in their tent, and Bob slid his leg out
of the sleeping bag.

"Ooooo, that does not look good," said Mark. The leg was swollen
and discolored from the knee down.

"Really doesn't, does it," said Bob. He had gone to bed with a
cut there that they had tried to clean out as best they could,
but in places it went deep.

"Let me get Amy," said Mark. He walked over to another tent 30
yards away. Amy was the party's medic.

"It's Bob, he's not looking so good in the knee. Can you come
take a look?"

Amy and her tent-mate Lois came over to the men's tent. After a
quick look, Amy gathered the other two by the other tent and
whispered, "Looks like gangrene. Or something even worse. He's
not going to make it."

"I guess in the old days they'd fly in a helicopter," whispered
Mark. No one answered. They knew the environmental cost of a
helicopter trip was far above the cost of one man's life -- and
he might well die anyway.

"Hey, you guys!" came Bob's shouted voice. "Come back here."

When they had all assembled, he said, "I'm a goner. You don't
need to hide it from me."

No one contradicted him. They moved him out of the tent onto a
couple mattress pads on the ground in the shade, and at his
request they stripped him naked. The day was warming rapidly.

"So, what can we do for you in the time you have left?" said
Lois.

"Well, could you start by freeing up that pussy of yours and
sitting down on me?"

"Sure, that's the least I can do." If Mark had read subtle social
cues a bit better, he would have realized that Lois's actual
enthusiasm for the act was not high.

Bob's cock got hard on cue, Lois impaled herself, and she started
going up and down. "A little faster and I'll come, you sweet
girl," said Bob.

The others conferred. Amy said, "Karen and Maura are camped not a
mile from here. We could ask if they could come on over so Bob
can have a fresh girl or two for the end?"

"Sounds great," said Mark. "I'll go get 'em, OK?"

Amy nodded, and Mark headed off. He heard the happy sigh of Bob's
orgasm just as he was leaving.

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When he reached their campsite, Karen and Maura were sitting by
the camp stove drinking hot tea. "Oh, you girls look fantastic,
you up for it?"

"OK," said Karen. "From the rear OK?"

"Sure," said Mark, and cozied up to the bare ass of the girl
which rapidly materialized before him. In, thrust twenty times,
and deliver. Yes!

"And you?" he asked Maura.

She was already naked from the waist down, lying on the camping
mattress, legs spread wide.

"Ah, you read my mind!"

"You guys, it's mostly pretty easy to read.... Come give me some
goo in the tummy, big boy." He saw Maura roll her eyes at Karen.

Mark lay down on her, entered her, and starting thrusting. He
could have been done in a minute, but it felt really good, and
Maura was quite pretty. He kept at her for over ten minutes
before he gave her some goo in the tummy.

"What brings you here?" said Karen.

"Oh -- sad news. Looks like Bob's got gangrene and Amy says he's
not going to make it."

"Oh, no!" said Maura.

"That's awful!" said Karen. After a pause, she added, "And you
stopped to fuck us before you even told us?"

Mark ignored the question. "We thought it might cheer him up if
you two came on over and he could do it with a couple fresh girls
as a farewell present." He and Bob had had Amy and Lois a total
of four times the day before, and five the day before that. It
kept them feeling OK, but pushed the envelope on freshness.

"Not only did you fuck us, but you took your sweet time in me..."
said Maura.

Bob shrugged.

"Of course we'll come," said Maura. The two of them quickly
dressed and headed off with Mark.

"Oh, there they are!" said Amy as she saw them coming.

Bob looked up from his mattress. "Oh, Karen, it's great to see
you. I suppose it's dumb of me to say it, but you're one of my
favorite fucks of all time. I'd marry you if I could."

"Oh, that's kind," said Karen. "I think it would be nice to marry
you too."

"Yeah, yeah," said Bob, not believing her. "But can we get on
with the fuck?"

"Sure," said Karen. How we going to do it?"

"Can you guys help me get on top? I really want to do Karen from
the top, one last time."

Karen stripped naked instead of just exposing the necessary
opening, part of trying to make Bob's last time as good as it
could be.

The others helped Bob up onto her, making him wince a couple
times. Then Karen guided Bob's cock into her and he thrust, but
it looked like each thrust was hurting. Karen raised her head and
nibbled Bob's ear, which made him smile a little, and then she
grabbed his butt and pulled it forward and then released it,
forcing Bob's cock up inside her. The wincing was less, so she
repeated it, over and over.

Karen raised her head again, licked his cheek, and tugged on his
ear with her teeth.

"Ooohhhhh!" said Bob with a smile as he came. "You wonderful
girl!"

"It's the least I can do," said Karen.

Bob's smile quickly faded, and he grimaced as they arranged him
on his back again.

Maura could take a turn. They looked at her expectantly, but
instead she looked daggers at Mark.

"Bob, I just want to understand men. I want to tell you what Mark
did and you tell me what you think."

Karen said, "Oh, Maura, it doesn't matter, does it?"

"Yeah, it does," she said. "Bob, when Mark came to our campsite,
the first thing he did was fuck us, one after the other. And he
took half an hour screwing me."

"Wasn't that long!" protested Mark.

"Only then did he tell us you were really sick. Isn't that pretty
selfish of him?"

Bob gave a weak laugh. "I don't see why. Beautiful girls to fuck,
they're willing, always good to go for it."

"But if we'd come here first instead of taking it from him, we'd
be fresher for you. That's better, right? And it slowed us down
by at least half an hour."

Bob shrugged. "Well, sure, but when you're a man you gotta fuck.
You was willing, he did you, what's the big deal if I'm dying?
Even if you hadn't got here in time?"

"But that's not making the total happiness in the world more,"
said Maura.

Mark tentatively said, "Rules for sex are different. Guys fucking
is different. We try to be good about everything else, but...
fucking is different."

"That's right," said Bob. Bob looked pale, and looked at Maura.
"Will you come sit on my cock? I don't know if I'll last much
longer, but if I die with a nice cunt giving my cock a hug...
well, that would be the best."

Maura's face betrayed a mix of feelings, but she stripped naked,
thereby showing the same sort of respect as Karen, and sat down
on him, guiding his cock up inside.

She slid up and down slowly.

"Ah, that's good. Nice cunt... I know it's a bad word, but I
dunno. Can a guy say it when he's dying?"

"Yes, you may," said Maura with a smile.

Bob's face sweated profusely, then turned pale, and his breathing
got labored. All the while Maura slid up and down, giving his
stiff penis the sort of tight, hot, slippery embrace that penises
love so much.

"I love your cock fucking me up the cunt," she said softly.

Mark saw a trace of a smile on Bob's face, and then he stopped
breathing completely. A minute went by, and still Maura slid up
and down. "Who knows what parts die last?" she whispered. A
minute later she lifted herself off. The corpse's cock had become
soft.

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She got dressed, and then with a look of murderous rage, launched
herself at Mark, "You asshole, you asshole, you asshole!" she
repeated, over and over again, fists punching hard.

Mark didn't fight back, and the other three women eased Maura
away and tried to comfort her. Whatever else was going on, the
greater good was not served by her punching Mark.

After a while, she said, "You men can have your codes about how
fucking is all different, but I still got my feelings and I think
it was a rotten thing you did. I don't buy this 'men are
different' shit. It was a terrible thing to do."

The other three women looked at Mark expectantly. He could say,
"Well, too damned bad, fucking is different, and you women will
never understand" but she was awfully upset. She wasn't telling
him who he could fuck and who he couldn't -- though he had a
sense that asking her right now would not go over well. He said,
"I don't mean to make anyone feel bad, and you've given me stuff
to think about."

"Bob didn't criticize him," said Karen.

"He was just saying that. He didn't want to die being angry,"
replied Maura.

Mark made a mental use of Bob's use of the word "cunt". The women
of the planet had gotten the men to agree that whatever fucking
was required, they could not claim the necessity of using such a
degrading word. And in line with maximizing the common good, the
men agreed. Eschewing 'cunt' did not at all hamper them in
satisfying their rampant desire to fuck women, over and over
again.

The five started digging a nice deep hole for Bob's body.

"You let him use the c-word," said Amy.

"Yeah," said Maura. Then, "Would you have complained?"

"No," said Amy. "We can get them to stop saying it, but we can't
get them to stop thinking it. Why do you guys think it, Mark?"

"We've never had a convention on it," he said. "But words mean
what people think they mean. What does a woman think the c-word
means?"

Lois said, "We think it means the man thinks we're gross and good
for one thing only. Like going out of your way to say we're
disgusting. That you own us from the bottom up, right along the
centerline. That you can pump us full of sperm whether we like it
or not."

"Yeah," said Mark. "And since we kinda know that's what you
think, then if we say it then it kind of does have to mean that.
So we agreed not to say it. But do you think that's what Bob
meant to say?"

The women all shook their heads. "So what did he mean?" said
Lois.

"I dunno for sure, but I might have said that if I was in his
position, and I can tell you what I would have meant." He paused.
"I think women's bodies are just terrific, and fantastic. I mean,
of course I think that because of the common good, blah, blah,
blah... but I also feel that. You know we men have this
compulsion to do it, but it's not a compulsion to hurt or control
or humiliate or anything. The more you like it, the happier we
are. We still do it even if you make it clear you hate it,
because the desire is just so strong. And somehow apologizing
never feels right, but most men don't gloat, I hope?"

None of the women objected.

"When we're doing it, our penis is going in and out is the
vagina, of course. And the vagina is hot, and it's tight, and
it's slippery enough, and it makes a penis feel fantastic. And of
course 'vagina' is the same word for it when it's doing other
stuff, like having a baby go through, conducting period blood, or
itching, or whatever, or just sitting there. But the c-word, the
c-word is naming the vagina in that one particular state, where
it's hot and tight and slippery and making a penis feel
fantastic. It's so fantastic we might even lose track of the fact
that it's inside a woman so the c-word might sound like it
applies to the whole of you, but it really is about that one
thing. And once we've reached the climax, and are spurting, and
spurting some more, and finally stop spurting, and are really all
done mating, then it stops being a c-word and becomes just a
vagina. Which is wonderful too, as a fine and honorable part of a
fine and honorable woman."

The women shifted position. They looked uncomfortable. Uh-oh.

"I don't think I've ever heard it explained like that before,"
said Amy.

After a moment, Karen spoke. "You think Bob would mind if he knew
I really wanted you to fuck me right now?"

Amy said, "No, but if you actually did it!" She gave a mock gasp,
and everyone but Maura laughed.

Karen and Mark went back to the campsite. She made Mark lie on
his back, and fucked up and down until she was close to coming.
"Is it a cunt now? Is your cock in a cunt?"

"Yes!" said Mark.

Karen made a big, long sound of pleasure and Mark could feel her
cunt twitch.

Then when they got back to the grave site Amy wanted her turn and
they went back, and did the same thing, but without mentioning
the c-word. And then Lois. After each one was done, Mark
energetically turned them on their backs and pounded away and
came within a minute.

Maura did not take a turn, but she looked more pensive than
angry.

Gathered as a group at Bob's grave, Amy said, "So, is there
another word? One that would work for the penis owners and vagina
owners both?"

The suggestions came. Pussy. Snatch. Cum dump. Penis hugger.
Female organ. Et cetera.

Maura said, "They're mostly dumb. But it seems that the better it
is for saying what you dick-heads want, the worse it is for us
feeling uncomfortable."

"Yeah," said Mark. "So we keep to the deal. We don't say it.
Maybe we think it, but hopefully we're thinking of it the better
way."

The hole dug, they buried Bob naked, and carefully filled in the
hole. A green burial for a green world.

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Chapter 6

Welcome to a Natural Harmony Workshop. You all know why we offer
these workshops. Our world can operate most efficiently and
harmoniously if women are prepared to submit to the sexual
advances of a man cheerfully, and then continue with what they
had been doing without lingering negative feelings.

We women are the result of a long chain of evolution, and a vital
part of our reproductive success has been control over who starts
our babies. One thing we are programmed to desire is an
especially good genetic specimen of a man, to help our genes
flourish in the next generation. Another thing we are programmed
to want even more is a man who will provide resources for our
children. For us human females, pregnancy has a high metabolic
cost and, compared to other animals, has a significant risk of
killing us. So there is a lot at stake.

We have historically disliked arranged marriages, but at least
there we typically got a lifetime partner who would provide
resources for our children. What we have always disliked
intensely is rape, where typically the genes of the rapist are
not especially good and the rapist will certainly not stay around
to provide resources for offspring.

Our society has now turned all men into insistent inseminators,
with an extremely strong desire for sex, and men will in fact get
sick and die if they don't get it. We women are under constant
pressure from men to have sex. Whatever conscious thoughts we may
form about it, deep down it feels to us like coercion if not
outright rape, and sets off all of our inborn predispositions to
hate it. There is no shame in this revulsion at forced sex.
Evolution has programmed us that way, and we never need to feel
ashamed of what nature has created in us. The genes that make us
new people want us to set aside selfishness and think of the
greater good. But there are some places where this does not work.
If the greater good called upon us to forego any food, we would
still suffer the anguish of starvation. It is similarly not easy
to just feel that coerced sex is OK because it is in the common
good.

We should pause to consider the men with whom we co-evolved.
Their programming included a good bit of selfishness when it came
to sex. In social chaos, where the normal bonds of community
could not protect women, men frequently resorted to rape. In more
normal circumstances, they nonetheless put great effort into
having sex with us one way or another, whatever trickery or false
pretenses were required. However, the bulk of men had sex only
when their one wife consented, and a fair number never had sex at
all. Abstention posed no physical risks to them.

The genetically engineered men who are now are companions have no
more choice about their ferociously strong sex desires as we do
about our distaste at rape. They certainly do not choose to get
sick when they are forced to abstain. It would have been
convenient if the aliens had given us a corresponding genetic fix
so we simply welcomed sex under any circumstances, whoever the
partner. But they did not. They relied on the docility RNA to
induce cooperation during the Great Insemination Event, and did
not expect that insistent insemination would ever arise again.

In general, part of being a new person is to set aside personal
emotional reactions for the common good. Even the old-style,
selfish people had to do this a great deal, for the good of the
clan or tribe, but we have to do it even more. If we work harder
than our neighbor, we will likely feel a twinge of resentment at
having to share the fruits of our labor with them equally, even
though we know our neighbor was doing the very best they could.
We feel a bit of resentment when we endure heat in summer that we
know could be reduced with just a bit of energy expenditure.

So our task, in our search to be the best females of the new
people that we can, is to note our momentary revulsion at coerced
sex, not judge ourselves for it, but let it pass at the same time
we let the sex happen.

It is a simple matter for a female to routinely lubricate her
vagina at the start of every day, so that copulation will cause
no physical pain. We are fortunate that the aliens eliminated
STIs. We never have to bear a child we do not want to bear, or
with a father we do not want. Our IUDs insure that, and on those
rare occasions when we are truly fertile we can arrange to be
available only to the man who we would like to father our child.

What is left? Responding to his inner nature, a man's penis
becomes erect. He inserts it into our vagina, he thrusts back and
forth, and he ejaculates his semen inside of us. We surely must
honor this basic male desire and behavior pattern, because on it
depends all reproduction in our species. In our past, we strongly
desired this with at least one man. Even if it was physically
painful, we still desired it.

Other complications surrounding the act have also been removed.
We do not have to deal with the jealousy of a male who wished we
had not mated with anyone else. Erectile dysfunction is much less
common.

If a man wants to have sex with us, all we need to do is expose
our vaginal opening, and position ourselves so that a man's
thrusting is stabilized (lying on a flat surface is most common).
We do not need to do anything when he inserts his penis or
thrusts, nor when he ejaculates. His penis is rarely inside of us
for more than 30 seconds, and the whole act including exposing
and then covering our vaginal opening, rarely takes more than a
minute. The suggestion, one more time: note any discomfort, note
that the man means no harm, and let it pass. That is the goal.

Rear-entry sex, also known as "doggy style", has a certain
stigma, but more and more women are finding it their preference.
The stigma came from it being impersonal, when what we craved was
a personal connection. But an impersonal sex position is a good
match for an impersonal sexual encounter. You don't need to see
any part of the man at all. Ordinary sex has from its very
geometry the possibility of a woman being trapped -- the man's
body is above hers. She can't get up until he moves out of the
way. At the end of rear-entry sex, a woman is free to go.

As for sexual pleasure, that is still available to us. Men who
care about us are willing to do just what we want to achieve our
pleasure. We can achieve it by solo means if we desire. Some of
us achieve it in various degrees simply by letting the male
thrust in us. If we ask a male to thrust inside us for two
minutes instead of thirty seconds, he will be delighted to do so.
Men will also use their tongues or fingers in the way we like
beset.

But if we do not care to be distracted or bothered by sexual
pleasure, let me repeat the minimal requirement: expose your
vagina, give a man a stable surface against which to thrust, let
him penetrate you, thrust, and ejaculate, and then get dressed.
Note any resentment and let it pass. Perhaps you will in time
give a genuine smile, as you have helped a man satisfy his need
and feel pleasure. It is part of the common good.

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The women gathered around the water cooler. Eight of them worked
in this building, along with 31 men.

"I used to count the men. On Monday it was 24, on Tuesday 19, and
yesterday -- I know it was above 15, but then I stopped counting.
I always take it from the rear -- except sometimes when Sam's
around. If Sam's willing, I often take the time to mount up on
him and have a good release myself. And he's always willing, at
least so far."

"On company time!" said another, and they all laughed.

"Yeah, I stopped counting a while ago. I'm fine, except for that
Evan guy. His dick is just so long. So I get in missionary
position for him, where it holds him back enough that it doesn't
hurt, at least not much."

"I got a 'spacer' ring, and he's happy to wear it when doing me
from the rear. He gets to press in just as hard, but the rubber
ring keeps it from going in so far."

"Oh! Tell me where I can get one!" Two others were interested
too.

"Does George take a long time with anyone else, or is it just
me?"

A chorus of reactions showed it was not just her.

"Is there any kind of polite way to get him to hurry up?"

"Is it that he can't finish sooner, or just that he doesn't try
to be fast?"

"He and I are kind of friendly outside of sex, so I'll try to
find out. But I have a hunch. He says he somehow thinks it's
naughty and is afraid of being caught. I laughed at that, but I
shouldn't have."

After a brief silence, another woman said, "What if we wait until
he's inside and thrusting and then say, 'Sshhh! I think I hear
someone coming! Better give it to me quick!' "

"Worth a try!"

"I hope none of the rest of you can smell me... it seems like the
men can. I've got an IUD, so I get fertile -- I guess most of you
do -- but what with repeat encounters it was like 41 last time I
was fertile."

The others were impressed.

"I think I heard that the men aren't aware of smelling anything,
it's just something that happens way down below the level of
consciousness, if that's any comfort."

During the break, in the water cooler room, there was a sign that
said, "NO SEX NOW". But as the women filtered out, most were
accosted and propositioned by a man. They all said yes, the sex
was quick, and it was back to work again.

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Chapter 7

The aliens reappeared after 223 years.

The initial appearance of the aliens had been witnessed by a
population composed entirely of docile people. There were plenty
of recordings from that time period, however, during which the
aliens had stated their good intentions. Nonetheless, when the
alien ships appeared in orbit this second time, there was still
plenty of consternation and anxiety. Given their superior
technology, it seemed possible the aliens could enslave or
destroy earth if they chose to.

Instead, they commended the humans on transforming their planet
from one with a rapidly deteriorating environment and way too
many people into a verdant paradise with a sustainable population
level. The end of all wars was surely a very good thing too.

The aliens had their own ways of reviewing what had happened in
the past 223 years, but they also listened to the human summaries
of their history. The humans emphasized the time when men refused
to father more than a single child. It was the greatest crisis
they had faced. They related how with advancing technological
prowess, they had discovered and released the RNA trigger vector
that would transform the men into insistent inseminators as the
best solution they could find to the crisis of looming
extinction.

Many parties on earth thought it best to be submissive to the
aliens and not criticize in them in any way. But a few people
were less inhibited. "Why the hell did you leave us men who would
never father more than one child, no matter how fast the
population was shrinking?"

The answer, after the diplomatic niceties were stripped away, was
that they had made a mistake. They regretted the mistake, and
were happy to deliver an RNA vector that would restore to men the
basic attitude towards sexuality they had had before the arrival
of the aliens -- a permanent change to the genome. That is, they
would strongly desire it, but only engage in it with females who
were truly consenting. They would not get sick if they had to go
without. Their willingness to procreate would be flexible, and
guided by the overall attitude of the new people, all working for
the good of all.

The men were nearly unanimous in rejecting this idea. Their
approach to life was the correct approach. It was right and
proper to desire a great deal of sex with a variety of partners,
and returning to the pattern from before the alien transformation
would be no more an improvement than reversing the entire
transformation and making human beings once more selfish and
unable to set aside personal desires for the common good. It
would be as bad as giving up entirely being 'new people'.

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The mothers Stacy and Terry were chatting in their adjoining
front yards, joined by Rachel and Zoe. The conversation took a
serious turn.

"Well, finally we can get those men away from us and go back to
having sex when we feel like it and no other time. Finally go
back to where rape was always a crime, and not excusable if a man
just couldn't control himself," said Rachel.

"We'll lose a lot less time having sex on the job," said Zoe.

"What we've put up with!" said Rachel.

Zoe's son Carl approached. "Hey, Stacy, can I do you? You're
looking awfully sexy."

Stacy sighed. "Sure, Carl." Despite the sigh, she spoke with a
bit of tenderness.

"Ooooo, thanks so much!" said the 16-year-old, beaming with lust.

Stacy bent over the wooden composting box in front of the house
and lifted her skirt. Like most of them, she had long ago
concluded that underwear wasn't worth the trouble. A streak of
semen running down a woman's leg was just part of life.

Like most of the males, Carl had adopted a sort of shorts that
were soft in the front -- no rivets or zippers. What's more, in
place of the old "fly", which allowed fishing a penis out for the
purposes of urination, these pants featured a front panel which
easily dropped down to allow full exposure of the entire male
apparatus, ready for action. The balls could hang free, the penis
could stick out straight, and he could slide it straight into a
vagina. The resulting connection was pure flesh on flesh, without
any cloth to get in the way. Carl grinned as he did exactly that,
sliding his stiff penis into Stacy's vagina. He humped away
vigorously for fifteen seconds before muttering, "Oh, fuck!" as
he pulsed his semen up inside her. Then he pulled out and said,
"Hey, thank you Stacy."

Stacy smiled, happy to have done a small favor for Carl. She also
got those glimmers of sexual feelings that reminded her that
sexual pleasure was hers for the asking whenever she felt like
investing the time. If there was any lingering resentment at
casual sex with a partner who would not have been her top choice,
it was well hidden.

Carl looked hungrily at Rachel and Terry, and Terry said, "Happy
to let you fuck me a bit later, but we were having this
conversation we'd like to finish." The other women had all just
looked on silently while the sex was happening.

"Oh, OK," he said.

Rachel said, "See, that's the sort of thing we'll never have to
do once they turn men back into reasonable people again."

"True," said Terry. "But did you see the light in his eyes when
Stacy said yes? Did you see the lust as he mounted her? Did you
see the ecstasy as he had his orgasm? I'll miss those things..."

Rachel said, "They can still ask us for sex."

"I'm sure they will. And quite a bit, especially at first. But
lots of women will starting saying 'no'. Men and women both will
get busy with other things."

"Yes, we will. We will be working harder for the common good."

Terry hesitated. "I guess, but what's the common good, exactly?
The male version of the common good is fucking lots of females."

"But that's artificial. That's only because of the genetic
program we had to turn on again."

"Yeah, I guess. But it's very real to them."

"What about us?"

"Yeah... what about us? Honestly, now, think about it.. How do
you feel when a guy asks you for sex?"

"Annoyed, because I'm busy."

"But if you take the time to relax, how does it feel? You know,
presenting yourself for the taking, feeling him mount and thrust,
feeling his ecstasy, and then his smile and thanks."

"I suppose it doesn't feel bad, when you put it like that. But
it's still coercion. We have to do it. If not with him, then with
the next guy."

"True." Terry struggled a bit to organize her words. "How do you
feel when you nurse a baby?"

"Wonderful. It's an act of love and connection."

"But surely you've woken from a deep sleep and just wished the
damned baby would go back to sleep so you could too. But you
nurse him anyway. It's coerced."

"Yeah, but I signed up for it. I didn't have to."

"True, but obviously a lot of us women have to. The world depends
on us collectively to make babies. Now compare the men. The way
we are right now, with the actual men we live with, we have to
let them fuck us a lot."

"And the aliens are offering to change them so we don't have to."

"True. But don't you get more than just tolerance out of getting
fucked? Don't you get a reminder of the primal sex act that lets
us humans make babies in the first place? Don't you feel those
glimmers of pleasure, and know the man or boy would be delighted
to do a longer version, however you want, to help you get off?"

"Yeah, I guess. But it's like we're just a piece of meat to
fuck."

"You can look at it that way. But if you're a female rat, or
sheep, or horse, aren't you just in fact a piece of meat to fuck?
At the moment of sex, that is the sum total of how the male views
his female. What's so bad if our men think of us the same way,
for the duration of a quickie? We know we can get them to treat
us as more if we decide we want pleasure. If you ask a man to
just hold you for a few minutes after sex and appreciate you,
most of them will. And it's sincere."

Rachel said, "But you remember, starting out, how you had to go
through that training to not feel bad about lots of sex you
didn't really choose? Didn't really want, deep down? And we have
to do it over and over again, with every new group of girls when
they come of age."

"We're getting better at teaching. It helped a lot when we lost
all pretense of trying to only do it in private. The girls and
boys both see it throughout their childhoods as common, happening
all the time, as something men love and the women kind of like,
mostly. It helps when the girls can see their mother and big
sisters doing it and happy or at least not unhappy. And I feel
like a better person, myself, having mostly let go of an old
pattern in my genes that was kind of selfish. We talked about how
letting men fuck us is good for them but would go away if we
changed the men. But I kind of feel like it's good for me too. To
be able to give like that. The men could be changed so they
wouldn't need sex so much, but if they were we would lose a happy
opportunity for the common good... They feel great pleasure and
profound satisfaction, and we can feel good about letting them
have it. I think maybe the common good overall is better to have
our sex-crazed men who we can satisfy compared to men with no
such great desire and our corresponding lack of reward in helping
them satisfy it."

"I still don't like it," said Rachel.

"Suppose we could release throughout the world a virus so that
none of us liked the taste of fruit any more. It was just bland
stuff we might eat as part of a healthy diet. Of course we don't
actually need much fruit, if any, to stay healthy. We grow it
because we like it. Would the common good be better served if we
didn't like fruit?"

"Well no, of course not..." She paused. "You've given me a lot to
think about."

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Many of the women had just assumed that humanity would choose to
go back to the more normal male sexuality. It removed an
inequality where women had to serve men. It was more human and
less alien. Genetic modification had been needed to make new
people who would run a sustainable earth. But the fewer the
genetic modifications, the more the human species retained its
core humanity. To no one's surprise, men were universally against
changing their sexuality. If women had been similarly united in
their desire to change back, it would have posed a problem with
no obvious solution -- groups of equal value and equal size
wanting different things.

Yet the women were not united. Both sexes fundamentally wanted
what was best for all. For the males, there was plastered on top
of this the insatiable desire for sex. But for the females there
was no such complication. They considered the problem like any
other -- what would lead to the greatest good overall? Many
followed chains of thought like Terry's.

After a great deal of discussion, support gathered for another
modification to the human genome -- one that had never been
seriously discussed before. It took humanity one further small
step away from what they had been before.

The men approved of it too, as it did not interfere with their
desire to have a lot of sex with a lot of different women -- and
in fact made more women more willing more often.

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Chapter 8

Anne went through a Natural Harmony Workshop as she neared her
fourteen birthday. She learned about her innate resentment at
being unable to freely choose her sexual partners. She thought
she got it. She did get in touch with that inner desire, but also
saw how it was not compatible with the greatest happiness for
all, and thought she was doing pretty well with noticing it and
letting it pass.

She eagerly awaited her 14th birthday, when she would finally be
allowed to have sex. Like most girls, she had explored her sex
organs growing up, had experienced some pleasure, and had even
achieved an orgasm now and then. It felt good, but not so good
that she was inclined to seek it repeatedly.

It was just over a year since the aliens had released the second
RNA vector to shift humanity to the desired form. Alumni of the
Natural Harmony Workshop from the past year said it was all well
and good, but the need was a lot less. Their faces typically
glowed as they related this, as if they were reliving a very nice
memory. The ones she asked were evasive about the details. Anne
wondered if this good thing they said was so hard to describe was
really as good as they said.

Anne chose for her first sex partner Walter, a boy a couple years
older who she had looked up to as they grew up in the
neighborhood together.

"It sure is an honor," he said. She watched as Walter's stiff
cock approached her vaginal opening. Finally! She would get to
find out what it was like.

As she felt his cock start to enter her and then keep going and
going, she was surprised that such a big thing could go up inside
her comfortably. Walter's enjoyment was written all over his
face, and she felt in tune with his happiness as she felt the big
thing moving in and out of her insistently. In under a minute he
pressed in hard, held still, and gasped with pleasure.

He sighed, and after a moment, slid to the side as his soft cock
eased out. "How'd you liked it?" he said.

"It was fine," said Anne. "Not sure just what I expected, but it
nice to see you so happy."

"Oh, I was happy!" She followed his gaze downward and saw his
erection had returned. "I'd love to do it again, if you're
willing."

"Again! So soon! Well, OK." This time the sensations were more
familiar, naturally.

They lay together and talked and snuggled. After an hour, she
felt his hard penis pressing against her leg. "I guess you could
do it again if you wanted," she said, sort of assuming he
wouldn't.

"Oh, I want, I want... if you're willing." They did it a third
time.

Anne didn't see her friend Eve all that often, and when she did,
she said, "That was great with Walter, but the girls make it
sound like there's something really special."

"There's this idea some people have of trying to make it a secret
society or something, but I think that's dumb. Try having sex
with different boys and men. I'm sure you'll find plenty who are
willing if not eager. Before long, you'll get this amazing
feeling."

Anne had no trouble getting partners. Big heavy boys, wiry little
men, tall men, gruff men, sensitive men, and lots of men who were
kind of average. All had in common a stiff cock that they shoved
into her vagina, and thrust in and out for a while. All of them
reached a peak of excitement and then ejaculated inside her. She
liked thinking of it as a little present, but she was also happy
to see them get so happy.

She hadn't even taken in the man's name before he mounted her.
But when he started to slide his penis in, she felt something
she'd never felt before. It was like an ocean of happiness that
radiated out from his penis, and it kept growing as it penetrated
her more and more. It felt even better when he pulled it back
partway, and when he lunged forward to drive it all the way into
her, she fogged over with ecstasy. The penis was magnificent
beyond words. She wanted it inside her, filling her up, and she
wanted it to go in and out. Each millimeter it moved in either
direction was heaven. The man noticed and said, "Hey, you're
having a big one! Your first one?"

Anne managed a nod, but her pleasure went on and on..

"That's pretty special for me too... but I gotta come pretty
quick.... Aaaahhhhh!"

Anne's vagina clutched with ecstatic orgasm, and the man sure
sounded like he was having a very good time. Then her excitement
faded, and ended just as the tip of his cock exited.

"I... I missed your name," she said dreamily.

"Jason," he said. "You can remember the first time you had a
Female Big One was with Jason."

"It sure was big!" said Anne. She giggled. "And I sure am
female..."

"I completely agree on that," he said.

"They said it would feel really good, but I had no idea
*anything* could feel that good! Did that go on for like ten
minutes? Or more?"

"Feels that way, they say, but it was just a minute."

"Wow. So what's the story on when they happen?" she said.

"I don't know more than the next guy," he said. "I know it starts
feeling awfully good for the girl, and good for the guy too, but
he's got to finish pretty soon.... It would hurt if he tried to
hold back -- not just me, all the guys say it. And then when a
guy comes, it's pretty special too. To see a girl that happy, and
know you caused it..."

"But why with you? If we did it again, would it happen again? I'm
ready!"

"No, it never would happen twice in a row. You can read all about
the theories. But the basic idea is, do it with lots of different
men, and now and then you'll get a really big one like that."

He paused and grinned. "But if you're ready, I'd love to do you
again, just normal like."

"Well, OK," said Anne. Of course that part would continue. Men
would want sex, all the time, over and over again.

All the theories weren't much better than Jason's advice. You
kept track of who you'd done it with, and if you had a big one,
you tried including those recent ones in your mix and the next
one seemed to come along faster.

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Now, when a man asked a woman for sex, the hope arose within her,
whether or not she wanted it to, that this might be the time
she'd have a big one. She craved penetration even when it didn't
happen, just because that's how it always started if it happened.
If all she got was the sensation of being filled up, she would be
content knowing she had done her part in letting the man have his
pleasure. But she always knew she might get a big one. That
possibility made all traces of resentment at coerced sex go away.

A Female Big One was a fabulous experience, and surely one that
contributed to the common good, as grown women the planet over
felt joy and satisfaction. Pundits said they thought overall
happiness was better because the male and female experiences were
not symmetrical. Men had an orgasm every time, and it felt good.
Women usually didn't have much beyond knowing they had helped men
get happy, but when they had a big one it was far beyond what a
man ever felt.

Anne immediately agreed with the other girls that the Natural
Harmony Workshop seemed quaint. There really was no such thing
any more as a sexual partner she didn't want. She wanted all of
them. On average, most women had a big one about one time in
twenty, but rarely more than one a week. This discouraged any
problem with addiction. A woman would know it was pointless after
a big one to just lie there taking cock after cock, waiting for
the next big one.

After monitoring the situation from the orbit for a year, the
aliens left again, and said they might or might not return.

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The aliens came, and they transformed humans into the sort of
beings who could clean up the planet, drastically reduce the
population, stop fighting with each other, and feel content in
the knowledge that they were doing their best to achieve the best
society they could for everyone. But to get society into that
position, the aliens needed to create a generation of men who
would insistently impregnate a great many women, as the practical
and efficient way to spread the genes that would create the new
people. Once they died off, the population was composed of no one
but cooperative individuals who valued the common good above all.

The first glitch was when all men refused to father enough
children to keep the population going. The desperate remedy was
to reactivate in the men that powerful desire for lots of sex
that had spread the genes in the first place. Relations between
the sexes changed dramatically. Women adjusted to some extent.

When the aliens finally came back, they followed the advice of
the majority of the humans. Instead of reducing male sexual
desire, they increased the desire of females to match it, but not
in quite the same way.

Humans were cooperative, peaceful and kind. They sought the
greatest good for all. This came to include personal pleasures.
Chief among them was joyous fucking like bunnies, or rather
fucking to put the bunnies to shame. All was well.

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