Author: Sterling
Title: Women control sex, but choose to make men happy
Summary: The Goddess arrives to change the world, or so it
seems. Women are protected from physical abuse, coercion and
rape. They are totally in charge of sex. They control everything
including at what moment a man ejaculates. But they also think
their vaginas are wonderful, and their destiny is to receive
penises, a destiny the women are happy to let their vaginas
fulfill. However, this desire to receive penises extends down to
ages 12, 9, 6 or below in some girls. And the Goddess seems
willing for men to satisfy their desires.
Keywords: ScFi MF, mf, mg(2-13), pedo, loli, 1st, group, harem, school

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 12/9/2021.

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Women control sex, but choose to make men happy

Ella found Justine on the playground. They were both in third
grade, eight years old.

"You know how you said you had dreams about your private parts --
you know, down there?"

"Yeah."

"And they were more than just dreams somehow?"

"That was just a short thing. It's all gone now. Forget I said
anything about it."

"But no, the thing is, I've had things like that too lately. This
really good feeling down there but also this idea of goodness.
The fancy word for it is 'vagina', did you know that?"

"Um, yeah, maybe..."

"I feel like my vagina is good. That's what I remember when I
wake up."

"Huh, really?"

"Yes. And I wasn't very nice when you talked about it. I'm sorry.
But yours just stopped?"

Justine hesitated. "Everyone made fun of me, so I stopped talking
about it. But it happens more and more often, actually. Sometimes
I wake up and I want to play with myself down there, you know,
with my fingers. It feels OK, and I'm not ashamed like I was
sometimes before. I think I kind of like it."

"Play with it? That's bad!... But, maybe it isn't so bad now, to
play with something as wonderful as a vagina. Hmmm"

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Ella had a neighbor Tara who was four. Sometimes the little girl
wanted to play with the big girl, which was natural enough, and
Tara knew when Ella was willing to play and also knew when she
wasn't. But today she was insistent, and got Ella to join her in
that place in the back yard where no one could see. And then Tara
pulled her panties down and said, "Look! My peepee parts are
really good! You like them?"

And to her surprise, Ella said, "Yes! They really are good." And
she reached out her hand slowly, in case Tara shied away, but
Ella knew she wouldn't. She slid her fingers gently up and down
the slit. Tara beamed. "Do you... do you want to see mine?"

"Yes! Can I?" Tara hopped up and down. Ella hitched her dress up
and slid her panties down, and showed Ella her slightly bigger
girl parts. They really were wonderful, she realized. Tara patted
them and then, without warning, bent forward and kissed them!
Just dry pecks, over and over. A week ago Ella would have thought
that wasn't nice of Tara because those were her privates. But now
she didn't feel that way. Her girl slit was wonderful, and it was
nice that Tara thought so too. Ella hesitated, then dropped to
her knees and kissed Tara's little girl slit too the same way.
Then they stood up straight and smiled at each other and made
themselves decent and said goodbye.

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Julia White was 73, and debating whether she should retire. She
had been a therapist for a long time. There were the bad parts.
Over the years, three of her most anguished patients had killed
themselves. But there were others she had helped -- many others.
Of course many clients came in for a few sessions and left
without every making a connection. Some she had seen for years,
week after week. She had learned that after a year or so, no
matter what she said or tried, nothing much changed. After a
while Julia just accepted that. It wasn't professional to end
therapy because the therapist decided it wasn't going anywhere,
and those clients were a restful, predictable part of the day,
and a good source of income.

She had been seeing Maria for twenty-odd years, but in the last
two sessions she had spoken of a new dream, a sexual dream and a
compelling one. Something about her vagina being wonderful and
feeling pleasure in it. That was rather unusual for a
fifty-year-old woman to suddenly start having compelling sexual
dreams. No developments in her daily life would account for it.
And then Julia remembered that that new girl Denise had confessed
how she had this growing feeling that her vagina was really cool.

Julia herself had long had a stable relationship with her vagina.
It had been happily and quietly ignored these past twenty years.
There was a history, of course. First curiosity, then the
ickiness of periods, first explorations of sex, with quite a bit
of variety (pain, embarrassment, awkwardness, a few glimmers of
pleasure). Then a few good months at the start of her serious
relationships when she, man, penis and vagina were all in
alignment in a way that was right and felt good. Then gradual
slippage into years when her men wanted to invade it a lot more
than she wanted it invaded. Her husband had thankfully ignored it
the last ten years of their marriage.

And then a third patient described positive feelings about her
vagina.

And Julia herself had had a few dreams. Sometimes the stories of
her patients found their way into her unconscious mind at night.
But this felt different. After a while the dream didn't totally
disappear on waking -- it was really how she felt. She really did
feel good about her vagina in a way she hadn't in years.

What's more, the image of a past lover or flame would come to her
mind, and within a few seconds she would have an orgasm -- a big
one, the kind young women get.

What was this all about?

Julia's experience changed over the course of just a few days.
The media was obsessed with a truly big story, and it turned out
the changes were everywhere, affecting everyone. The details
became clearer over time.

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Nan's husband Ben snuggled up behind her in bed, his hands gently
caressing her, his lips gently kissing her neck. He was
interested in sex. Occasionally she was actively interested and
turned to face him -- was the last time two years ago? At least.
A lot of the time she was not in the least interested, and when
she did not respond he quickly gave up. And there were other
times when she wanted to be interested for his sake, or at least
willing. He was pretty good with his tongue, and his willingness
to use it was a sign of his willingness to meet her more than
halfway. Sometimes she came, though less often in recent years.
Sometimes it just warmed her up enough that she was willing to
have him enter her and relieve himself. Men really wanted to do
it, and it sort of was part of the bargain of marriage. With
their youngest now in school, and the linkage of sex and
procreation long past, she tried to make sure she responded at
least once a month -- or every other month at the very least.

She had had the thought the other night of how she was kind of
proud of her vagina -- it was a weird thought, but now it
happened again. Her vagina was really quite a special organ, and
it gave Ben such pleasure.

She turned on her back, and Ben smiled as he started to position
his head down between her legs, but she stopped him. "Thanks...
but I'm feeling ready." Her vagina was already ready. Panties
down, legs spread, smiling husband, approaching penis... And then
he was in, and she was proud of her vagina and what it could do,
how it could make Ben happy so easily. It gripped his stiff organ
in a firm, wet embrace. She used to be able to squeeze -- could
she still? Indeed she could. Just then Ben came. His gasps went
up an octave, his thrusts got faster, and she knew he was dumping
his sperm inside her. And there was something strange. She felt
something up where the sperm came out into her. Not as liquid,
but as heat. A pleasant jolt of heat way up inside. That was
weird, but it was nice.

When he had caught his breath, he said, "I'm not sure what's
different, but that sure was nice!"

"I don't know, I just felt like it," said Nan. But after he
withdrew and turned away from her, she was still aware of her
vagina. Ben's semen was inside her, as always. But instead of
viewing it as a foreign thing she had to let him squirt in there,
she thought of it as part of her vagina doing its job. Her vagina
was meant to catch semen, and it somehow knew exactly what to do
with it. A slightly different discharge later, maybe. Vagina as
self-cleaning organ. It really was pretty special, and it glowed
as she thought of it.

The very next night in bed, her vagina once more awoke and she
was proud of having it. Ben would never try to seduce her within
a week of their most recent sex. He would rightly understand she
would view that as being pushy. But now she was aware of her
vagina and was interested in letting him use it, if he was
interested. It's not that she wanted to feel pleasure -- that was
different. She just wanted her wonderful vagina to fulfill its
potential. When she turned over to face him and let her hand
slide down to fondle his cock, he looked at her questioningly.

"I don't know," she said with a shrug. "But if you felt like
doing it, I'd like that."

He smiled. Once again he started heading down to lick her out,
and once again she stopped him. "I don't know why, but I don't
want that. I just want to get it."

He slid his hand between her legs and began moving his fingers in
a sexy way, and once again she shook her head.

He frowned at her and cocked his head. "I don't know why," she
said. "But you like my vagina, right? You like to come in it
after you fuck it?" She thrilled herself with the naughty word.
"Somehow yesterday and today I really like it if you just do
that."

He didn't insist right then on exploring the whole story, but
slid over onto her and slid his cock in.

"Totally up to you," she said. "Come right away if you want, or
keep going a while. Whatever you'd like most."

He took her at his word. He fucked her with slow, deep strokes.
He fucked her with quick, little ones, right out near the
opening. He went for deep, hard and fast, all at once. She loved
her vagina, then, thinking of how flexible it was, happily
accommodating all sorts of ways of getting fucked.

After a while he slowed down. He never did that.

"Is something wrong?"

"Um, no -- maybe. It's just I thought it was time to come and I
went for it, and I know what makes me come of course -- but it
didn't work."

"Oh..." This wasn't erectile dysfunction -- she was satisfied to
feel how very stiff he was inside her.

She put her arms around him as he started fucking again, and then
raised her lips to nibble his ear, something he had really liked,
way back when they were more creative sexually.

He moaned with appreciation, but he didn't come. Then for some
reason she told her magnificent vagina to squeeze, and instantly
he shuddered and gasped -- convulsing, then slowly relaxing.

He came when she squeezed? That seemed strange. I mean, she knew
it made a man feel good sometimes, but to be necessary? And she'd
felt that same little surge of heat.

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Nan had a strange experience. She was daydreaming, thinking of
how she loved Ben. There had been lots of ups and downs over the
years, but she loved him. And the vision shifted rapidly to him
having sex with her, penetrating her. She became aware of how
wonderful her vagina was, and the feeling built rapidly -- and
then she had an orgasm! Just standing at the sink, doing dishes.
A very satisfying one, too. That was strange.

She wanted to do it the next night, and the night after too.
After his slick cock had slid out of her wonderful vagina, he
said, "That's funny. I can't really tell when I'm going to come."

"Well, there's something really strange I've noticed. Whenever I
squeeze with my pussy, you come."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. That night you couldn't come, I was just trying
different things to see if anything would help, and the squeeze
did it."

"Amazing. And if you are the one who decides... well, that's OK
with me."

"I won't leave you hanging for an hour," she said, and they both
laughed.

"And the weird thing is... I don't want you to do sexy things for
me when we're in bed, but sometimes, during the day, I'll be
doing something else and I'll feel my vagina heating up, then I
get a fantasy of you doing it to me, just for a second, and then
I come! I haven't touched myself or anything."

"Wow, that's interesting," he said.

She didn't mention the one time she had been thinking of an old
high school flame, and the other time that sexy guy at work.
Whoever it was, she was just suffused with this sense that her
vagina was wonderful, and then she came.

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"You know how we swore off social media, to be more centered?"
said Ben.

"Yeah, it's been wonderful -- mostly."

"Yeah, it has. But sometimes there's a real news story that
affects our lives. This stuff about sex? It turns out it's
happening to everyone!"

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Nan turned to Ben. Sex was something they did every night, but
she was tired. She wanted him to come in her, but... not too much
work.

"I'm tired, but we can do it with our pajamas on. Would you like
that?"

"Sure," he said. She pull her bottoms down not even to her knees,
and reaching in pulled the crotch of her panties to the side all
the way, exposing her wonderful vagina. She felt his weight on
top of her, cloth on cloth.

But in that one special place, right where it counted, it was not
cloth at all but his stiff cock, which she guided right into her.

He wasn't in all that deep, but deep enough. He thrust ten times,
and she squeezed, and then she felt the little pinprick of heat
up inside as he gave a little gasp. With the awkward position,
they separated quickly.

"You didn't mind it was so short?" Nan said, as she yawned.

Ben smiled and kissed her neck. "Not at all. It used to be I was
lucky to get it once a month, and now it's ... fantastic."

He turned over away from her.

"Too tired to pull your panties down?" he said playfully. Before
she could reply, he said, "No, that's fine, it was kind of cool
actually."

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Eight-year-old Justine said, "It got different. I wasn't asleep,
I was just lying in bed. And I felt my 'vagina' feeling really
nice. And then it felt like there was something inside it but
there wasn't really anything in there. That started a couple days
ago. But then last night... It felt really good down there,
really good, and then fantastic, and then I felt everything was
just right."

"I wake up in the middle of the night feeling like something's in
there, and it feels really good. My vagina is amazing... Like the
best thing ever!"

A few days later Ella reported that she too had had that feeling
that got better and better until it felt fantastic and she was
done with something.

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John stumbled into the house. He was very drunk.

"John!" said Irene. "It's after two! Did you spend half your
paycheck at the bar?"

"No, woman," he said. "And you keep quiet!"

"How can we live when you drink the money away!"

Rage boiled inside John, and he strode over to Irene.

She cowered into the corner. "No, John, I'm sorry... I didn't
mean."

Yeah, yeah, sweet words now. When she saw his fist, she'd stop
arguing with him then, but if he didn't teach her a lesson she'd
be back at it in no time. He grabbed her by the collar and
reached out to smack her, but then something went wrong. Suddenly
he felt an intense pain in his groin -- like someone had kicked
him in the balls. He doubled over, gasping, then groped his way
into a chair and sat.

"Are you OK?" asked Irene softly. "Drunk sick?"

"No, no, just felt this big pain in my nuts."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said.

John slowly recovered. He also hungered for more drink. He walked
unsteadily towards the garage.

"John! You're already drunk! I know you keep some of your booze
out there! Don't!"

"Don't try to boss me around, bitch!" he said, wheeling. His fist
shot forward -- at least that's what he meant to do -- but
instead he had that searing pain in his nuts again, though worse
this time. Instead of a fist in Irene's face, his hand went
between his legs in an instinct of protection, but in vain
because the pain came from within.

Irene was relieved he hadn't hit her. If he had he'd probably say
he was sorry but insist on having sex. She naturally dreaded
that. As if getting hit were foreplay, she reflected bitterly.

But now Irene felt something else. For one thing, she felt her
vagina glow. When John was sober and had recovered from his
hangover, she remembered his good qualities more. She suggested
sex, and while he was surprised he didn't ask questions. He did
it to her. He screwed her -- that's how she thought of it. He
showed no more concern for her pleasure than usual, but Irene
found the act itself brought her pleasure -- the act she had
suggested. John changed a bit -- he was nicer to her. She thought
about trying to sort of train him, rewarding him with sex when he
was good. But that didn't feel right. She just wanted sex a lot
more. For herself. Not for her pleasure but the pleasure of
feeling him in there, pumping in and out... and then she decided
she hadn't imagined it -- there was a lovely little surge of heat
way up inside when he came. She'd also felt this itch to squeeze
her vagina -- something she hadn't tried to do in years. But when
she did, that was when he came. It happened again and again, so
it wasn't a coincidence.

When she was angry at him she didn't suggest it, naturally. He
had a little extra motivation to keep his drinking in moderation.

John was also troubled. He'd had that searing pain the two times
he'd tried to teach Irene who was boss, and now when he'd started
to think about it again, a little of that pain came back. Just
from thinking about it. He worried less now that Irene was
inviting him to fuck her so often. And she even seemed to enjoy
it. That was very nice.

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"Please," whispered Samar. "Not tonight... tomorrow? I'm not
feeling well."

"You're never feeling well," growled Mohammed. "You know your
duty. Prepare yourself!"

Samar stifled her sigh of protest. She pulled her undergarments
down and spread her legs. Mohammed's cock stuck out through his
robe as he mounted her. But as his penis tip was approaching her,
he said, "Ouch!" and pulled back. He groaned.

"What's the matter?" said Samar, genuinely concerned. For
Mohammed to get distracted from mating with her, when he was that
close... it had never happened.

"Nothing..." he said. In under a minute he said, "I'm feeling
better now."

She saw his stiff cock approach as he mounted her again. But once
again, "Yoww!" and he pulled back. He sat for a few moments.
"Tomorrow night, then," he said, and headed off quietly to his
own bed.

He tried again the next night. Perhaps those memories were what
made him approach her slowly. Still, he winced as he approached
and sat back.

The strange thing was, the very day that Mohammed had first shied
away from her in pain, she had started feeling different down
there. She was getting proud of her vagina! What a ridiculous
idea. But after a couple days she found the idea of Mohammed
doing it to her... an interesting prospect. It had been a duty
for so long that it was hard to believe how her feelings were
shifting, but they did. Sex had been a power struggle between
them, and Mohammed had always won. Now she was feeling different.
She had won these past few days, somehow, and so they hadn't had
sex. Now she found that she did want sex. She wanted to feel him
penetrate her, thrust, and then spurt out his seed. That was what
her vagina was for -- to let him do that. And she felt good about
the prospect.

Mohammed's inability to do it to her was worrisome, because they
had no idea why, and surely a man needed satisfaction. And at the
same time her vagina felt better and better, and she actually
wanted him inside her.

"You want to try again?" she asked him before she retired for the
night.

"It never works," he said.

"Things might change," she said.

And that night, as he cautiously mounted her, slowly getting into
position, he didn't pull back. He kept getting closer. She held
her lips open and felt his cock enter her -- and she liked the
idea!

She was delighted when he was buried to the hilt inside her,
going in and out. Partly because she wanted him to be working the
way a man should, but also because... she really liked it. She
liked to use her vagina to give him pleasure. She shuddered with
happiness, and as she did, he came inside her. Gobs of his seed
in her vagina, just like nature intended. She felt proud of her
vagina for accepting his gift and knowing what to do with it. She
also felt a hot happiness way up inside where his seed had come
out. Did that happen when a woman really wanted it? She wasn't
sure, but it was nice.

He wanted to do it again in an hour, and she didn't want to, but
that had never stopped him before. But this time, as he mounted,
he got that same pain in his balls.

Mohammed was relieved, of course, that he could have sex and
perform at least some of the time. It was sort of upsetting that
he couldn't predict when he'd be able to do it, or when the pain
would make it impossible. But he guessed Allah decided when he
could approach his wife and when he couldn't, and how could he
complain about that? But it was nice that Samar seemed happy to
do it, instead of just lying there like she had for so many years
-- which was all anyone expected a wife to do.

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Michelle was in 9th grade. She became aware of her vagina. It was
glowing, and as she sat on the bus an orgasm washed over her, a
very pleasant and satisfying one. These days she had one every
day, or even more often. The other girls said it happened to them
too, just out of the blue, without the slightest squeezing or
caressing with the hand, or the slightest sexy movement of the
hips. Just before she came, Michelle always had a brief vision of
John about to do it to her -- though John was way out of her
league and not a very nice person. The other girls reported some
boy coming to mind for them too, though for the others which boy
it was varied from time to time.

Stephen sat across the aisle from Michelle in homeroom. She knew
he had a crush on her. She liked him OK, though she would never
want him for a boyfriend. He was sort of a wimp, but he was also
the sort of boy who would never make a rude remark. What did boys
want with girls? If you stripped away all the other stuff, they
wanted to fuck them. She was completely satisfied from her latest
spontaneous orgasm, but she thought about how Stephen would feel
if she let him fuck her. She made a decision.

Leaning across the aisle, she said, "Can I come over to your
house for a while? Can you look at those math problems with me?"

"Um, sure!" said Stephen, seeming unsure as to what was
happening.

In his bedroom, with the door closed, she came up close to him
and said, "Do you find me attractive?"

Stephen nodded eagerly.

She said, "I've got an idea." She pulled away, hitched up her
skirt and pulled down her panties as she lay back on his bed.
That exposed her wonderful vagina. More and more lately she
wanted to expose it.

"You want to do it to me?" she asked. "That would be cool..."

"But, um..." Stephen stood there, looking extremely confused.

She realized she had gotten straight to the point quicker than
people usually did. But she didn't see any reason to delay.
"Doesn't mean anything. Just an offer for right now. If you
want."

Stephen looked confused and his face was pink, but he pulled his
pants and underpants down, exposing his stiff cock, and he
approached her, moving onto the bed. He still had his shirt on,
and his shoes, and the pants around his ankles... but then she
hadn't taken anything off either. He started lying down on her,
moving his stiff cock towards her vagina He still looked more
astonished than horny.

"What should I do... to help you be ready?" he asked.

She smiled because he was trying to do the right thing, but today
the thought was all that counted. She didn't need anything.

"No need to do anything today," she said, and guided his cock
towards her pussy opening -- her vagina.

Stephen pressed in once, twice, three times, gasping. She had
heard that boys always came quickly until they had been taught to
wait a bit. But he kept going, looking terrifically excited as he
pumped in and out. Minutes went by and he kept going. She felt
good down there, and especially felt good to know she was making
him feel good, but wondered why it was going on so long. Then she
remembered what the girls had said, about squeezing -- how could
she have forgotten that? Michelle had never thought about
squeezing before... how would you do that? She thought about the
muscles in that area and tried contracting them. Instantly,
Stephen groaned and pounded into her even harder and faster, then
he began relaxing. She guessed it wasn't that hard to figure out
how to squeeze. And now she felt so happy that her vagina had
done its job, receiving a penis and giving its owner pleasure,
and then the natural next step, as his sperm shot into her, just
like nature intended. And that little bit of searing heat, up
inside -- she'd heard the girls mention that, but it sure was
nice! Stephen rolled off her to the side.

"Did you have a good time?"

"Oh, yeah!" said Stephen. He snuggled beside her tentatively.

She sort of had been figuring they'd just do it once, but it was
amazing how quickly his cock got hard again -- she could feel it
against her thigh. He pressed it against her firmly, and looked
at her.

"I know you said just once, but ... I figured I'd ask..."

"I said it didn't mean anything... But I didn't say we couldn't
do it a second time." She gave him a sly smile.

He then mounted her again. It was so easy how their bodies worked
together and how soon his tip slid into her, and he was fucking
her again.

"But girls should come too... What can I do to make it good for
you?"

"Thanks for thinking of me... But I don't want that now." She'd
heard of the things with fingers and tongue, and she had been
kind of looking forward to finding a boy who would do those
things to her. But now she thought of the orgasms she had just
during the day, at random times. She felt satisfied. "I just want
to feel you doing it to me and finishing."

Now he was released from obligation, she could see his face turn
to the lusty business at hand. Fucking a sexy girl... getting it
in there deep, pressing hard, pumping in and out. She did love
watching him up there, his male body doing its male thing, even
if he wasn't the hunkiest specimen around. Was it true he
wouldn't come until she squeezed? She gave him several minutes to
find out. And while he fucked her with such intensity and
desire... he didn't come. Then she squeezed, and just like
clockwork, he came. And she felt the exciting flash of heat up
inside where his sperm shot out against her vagina walls.

The sheer pleasure on his face was so wonderful. She knew it was
all because her vagina could give his penis that special kind of
wet hug that vaginas give. A gift to the male of the species.

After a minute she got up and left. She admitted that a desire to
look at homework together had just been an excuse. She reminded
him that nothing was different between them.

Within a few days they realized they weren't alone. All kinds of
media -- social, traditional, antisocial -- followed the story.
Sexuality had changed.

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There were the old women in the nursing homes, who very
occasionally had mentioned in passing how they never thought
they'd feel anything down there again. But now they reported they
did. Their vaginas felt full and warm and wet. A few who had
especially trusting relationships with some of the nurses
confided to orgasms, and the mysterious thing was that they
hadn't done anything. None of the stimulation that everyone knew
was required. They would just be sitting there, things feeling
fuller and warmer, and then they'd come.

The girls with intellectual challenges, ones who had been doing
fine for years on getting dressed and staying dressed and decent.
Now they exposed themselves. Most often they would just be naked
from the waist down, and lie or sit with their legs spread wide,
smiling. They didn't play with themselves, they just sat there
looking very content and looking down appreciatively at their
privates. Their caretakers, almost all women, tried to get them
to stay decent, but they relaxed their standards when they felt
these very same stirrings in their own bodies, and when the news
made it apparent that change in sexuality was everywhere.

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All the religions spoke of a God who did miracles in the past
that everyone could see, or so the stories went, but in recent
millenia God worked only in mysterious ways, never doing anything
that would lead a scientist or skeptic to see any evidence of the
Divine at work.

But on April 19, 2034 -- we were able to work out the exact date
-- the world changed, and the differences are plain for all to
see. The scientists are working away furiously trying to figure
out what happened and why, so far without success.

The changes are centered around sexuality, and they decidedly
take the woman's part. People started referring to it as the
coming of the Goddess. Christians debated whether Christ was
bound to return as a man. But what perplexed all believers was
that no one in human form -- or any other form -- had stepped
forward to announce themselves. Whatever the force was, it was
changing water into wine without fanfare -- but doing it
everywhere, across the globe.

In boys and men, one important change is that they could no
longer achieve orgasm from masturbation. The only way they could
come was with their penis inserted into a vagina. That was the
end of the idea that porn might have an allure no real woman
could match.

Another change was that their wives and girlfriends were
interested in sex as never before, and they put out easily. And
that was the phrase that seemed to fit. They weren't seeking out
oral sex or giving it. They weren't using vibrators or fingers.
They just invited their men to stick their penis up their vagina
and come. Putting out. For the men, this made the inability to
come from masturbation less of an issue than it might otherwise
have been. And yet the women retain control in a further crucial
way -- a man would come when and only when the woman squeezed his
penis with her vagina.

Another change was not specifically sexual. Lots of relationships
have conflict, and traditionally some men used their superior
strength to keep their dominant position. They didn't have to
rough the women up very often, but the threat kept them in line.
The Goddess put an end to that. Now, man after man reported that
he couldn't carry out a physical threat. Raise a hand against a
woman, and he would be stopped by a severe pain in the testicles.
This included the case of trying to force sex on a woman who
wasn't interested.

A small minority of guys were so enraged at their inability to
beat their wives that they tried over and over again, more and
more frantically, trying to work through the pain. A few
committed suicide, and the women reported this strange behavior
they had exhibited beforehand, where they were so distraught they
couldn't control the woman by physical threats any more.

Other victims of ongoing abuse managed to awaken other ways of
relating within their husbands, and this let them rebuild a
relationship without abuse. The women's greatly increased
interest in sex helped things along.

No sex organ looks different than it did before, but women have
an entirely different view of their vaginas. It is their center,
it feels good, and they are proud of it. This is true of small
girls too. When their thoughts turn in that direction, the vagina
glows. That's how it feels, anyway. They would really rather not
cover it up, but display the vulva, gateway to the vagina, to the
air and light. According to rules that no one has quite figured
out, it delivers orgasms -- magnificent, wholesome orgasms --
without any apparent stimulation. Curiously, no woman has an
orgasm during the act of sex, with a penis in the vagina. But she
has them other times.

Little girls feel proud of their vaginas, but the orgasms and the
interest in letting a man get happy in their vaginas arises at
different ages, starting very young in a few, then more and more
in girls as they get older until it's universal at the start of
puberty.

So under the reign of the Goddess, how do females feel about
males? They feel no specific sexual attraction, in the sense of
wanting to be penetrated or masturbated because it will feel
good. They feel love and affection towards some men, as ever. But
they in addition feel a sort of protective tenderness towards all
men.

Babies are still made the old-fashioned way, and men are
required, doing their part by depositing sperm in the vagina.
Females largely lack the old-fashioned carnal desire to have sex
because it will good or satisfy some primal hunger. But women
also understand that they and men are still interwoven as tightly
as ever. The emotional bonds endure. Men still have daughters and
women still have sons, and love across the generations crosses
the gender line as it always has.

Another change women find pleasant is a momentary flash of heat
at the spot in their vagina where a man's semen makes contact
with them. No one knows what sort of plan the Goddess has in
mind, but this is another way for women to sense men's orgasms.
It is also a reminder of why, ultimately, we are wired to want
sex at all.

Power relations around the act of sex are dramatically
transformed in favor of women. Rape in the classic sense is
impossible. There is no such thing as an unintended pregnancy. A
woman who wishes within 24 hours after sex not to get pregnant
does not get pregnant. As an aside to her other changes, the
Goddess has eliminated sexually transmitted infections (STIs). To
put it all together, sex poses no risks to a woman.

Men used to masturbate a lot. They can no longer achieve orgasm
that way, so they find it much less appealing. But it's not just
a female that is required. Even with a sympathetic female, they
cannot finish with a hand job, a blow job, by anal sex, or
frottage. The only way to finish is with penis inserted firmly
into a vagina. And they only come when the female wishes for them
to come by squeezing her vagina around the penis. She controls
when the sperm will pulse up into her body.

No woman feels some unquenchable desire for sex, as her body
spontaneously gives her satisfying orgasms without regard to
intercourse. Men, on the other hand, need it for sexual release,
and the woman is in control at every step along the way.

If it concerned their own sexual desires, women could be quite
happy giving up entirely on sex, just seeking out a squirt on
those few occasions when they wished to get pregnant.

And yet their vagina sits there at the center, glowing, an object
of pride. The vagina receives a penis, and then provides an
environment sufficiently wet and hot and tight that the penis
ejaculates inside. Nature really has no other purpose in mind for
a vagina than that she should be a cum dump. (When it comes to
childbirth, vaginas are nothing but an obstacle). But humans have
invent their own purposes. These glowing, wonderful, central
vaginas of the new order seek to live out their destiny, and
women now typically honor the desires of their vaginas.

In the past, women considering sex were primarily concerned with
the man himself and his level of commitment to her. If she had
her way, then when conditions were just right, she would welcome
the penis inside her. But it was usually tied up with a
complicated process of emotional discovery and compromise.

Now, with the vagina's perspective front and center, it is the
penis and the act of copulation that is central. Sure, a woman
might veto sex if she is angry at a man or finds him actively
repulsive, but when confronted with an ordinary man who is
behaving in an ordinary way, she feels some desire to have sex
with him. Her vagina has a desire to live out its destiny by
welcoming his penis inside.

Men are as always driven to want sex and to want it a lot, and to
want a lot of it. Women are much more inclined than ever before
to let them have it. With the prospect of unwanted pregnancy and
STIs eliminated, there is a lot more sex going on in the world.

Partnered women now have a stronger yen to take other lovers,
mostly as one-night stands. Their partners also know that they
can have plenty of sex outside without any need to hide anything.
Committed relationships persist as before, but are no longer
defined by sexual exclusiveness.

An ugly development in society starting a few decades ago had
been the Involuntary Celibacy (Incel) movement among men, a
misogynistic group that was angry that women only put out for the
alpha male types but never for them. With the coming of the
Goddess, interest in the group has disappeared because if a man
is reasonably polite about it, he would have no trouble finding a
woman to happily receive his penis and his ejaculation. Almost
every man is getting laid, reliably, with a parade of willing
women.

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It was only a week after the Goddess had worked her changes.
There were rumors about sex being different, but a great deal was
not yet known. They did know that there was no danger of
pregnancy or STIs.

Martha and Priscilla were both 16. They had invited their
classmates Kyle and Jonathan over to Martha's house. All were
aware of the changes in sexuality, but there was no clear
understanding of what would happen. When all were inside, out of
the chill of winter, they all shed their winter clothing.

But the girls didn't stop there. They stripped naked. Kyle was
astonished. Was this part of the new regime? If so, it was very
promising! The boys followed suit by also removing most of their
clothes, but kept their underpants on. The two girls sat on the
two sofas with legs apart.

"I never would have done that before," said Priscilla. "But now
it's hard not to."

"Exactly!" echoed Martha.

"Especially because... there are boys sitting in the same room."

The girls laughed. The boys laughed, but nervously.

"Kyle, your underpants don't hide your erection. It's been
growing ever since you sat down... Can my vagina help you deal
with that?" said Priscilla, spreading her legs a little wider.

"Or mine would be just as happy to do it," said Martha.

"Well, since you offer," said Kyle a bit shyly, "I would like
that very much." He shed his briefs and his erection stood out
strongly.

"Oooo, so nice," said Martha. "So masculine..." She spread her
legs apart more to present her vaginal opening for the taking.

Jonathan's erection was equally unmistakable inside his boxers.
Priscilla said, "You want to take care of that in me, or you want
to wait your turn with Martha?"

"Oh, if you're willing, I'd love to get it into you," he said,
adding, "This is so strange!"

"Sure is," said Kyle, "but I'm not complaining!"

"Well, no need to hold back," said Priscilla, similarly
presenting herself for the taking.

In short order both boys had climbed onto their girl and slid
their penis inside the eager vagina. Kyle was astonished at the
pleasure. He was a virgin, though it wasn't something he had
advertised. Before the Goddess change, it wasn't so unusual to be
16 and still a virgin. He realized Jonathan was whispering with
excitement just as he was.

"It's so great they love to do it, isn't it?" said Priscilla to
Martha.

"Sure is... Our vaginas make them so terribly happy."

Kyle was feeling a pleasure like he had never felt before, and
felt it building. After several minutes, he said, "I want to
come, and it feels so good I don't understand why I haven't
yet..."

"Oh, right!" said Martha. "Let me see what I can do about that...
Ready?"

Kyle nodded. A moment later he gasped and groaned with ecstasy.

"Eeek! It's hot up there! ... Better now. But even without it, I
didn't even have to ask you if you had come... Filling my vagina
with sperm, just like clockwork. You boys are so cool..." Kyle's
thrusts slowed and he gently let him self down on Martha part
way, face still dazed with pleasure.

"It's great, but... Maybe you could do the same thing?" asked
Jonathan, looking at Priscilla, lust mixed with pleading.

"You're feeling really good, but you want to finish, to feel the
best feeling of all?"

Jonathan nodded.

"Let me think about it," she said flirtatiously. "My pussy does
love getting shafted like that, but she also likes the finishing
up part... You about ready?" Jonathan nodded. "You promise to
give me a big juicy ejaculation in my vagina?" Jonathan nodded
again. "Well, OK, one... two... three."

Jonathan moaned, "Yes, yes, yes!" as he pushed his throbbing cock
as deep into his mate as it would go and held still, his body
shuddering.

Priscilla hugged Jonathan then.

After a bit of afterglow snuggling, the two boys got up, put
their underpants back on and assumed their seats again.

"That was amazing!" said Martha, and the other three heartily
agreed.

Kyle next saw a younger girl appear hesitantly in the doorway.

"You spying on us?" asked Martha with a smile.

Felicity shrugged, looking down. Eleven-year-old Felicity had
been peeking in from the other room, taking it all in. She was
wearing a skirt and top, and not exposing her private parts like
the big girls.

Martha addressed the others, "Felicity is eleven years old. She
was saying just the other day she'd been reading the news reports
about how it is with big girls, and she can't wait 'til she's old
enough that some guy would like to slide it into her so her
vagina can feel good about satisfying a man."

"Martha!" said Felicity, turning pink.

"Oh, I'm sorry, is it a secret?"

"It was pretty special the first time, I remember," said
Priscilla sympathetically. She had lost her virginity some months
before the Goddess arrived. "But I think you may have to wait a
couple years."

"Hey, look," said Martha. "Kyle's stiff again and he's looking
Felicity over!"

Kyle beheld the little sister. She had thick brown hair in a
ponytail that reached halfway down her back. Her big brown eyes
were part of a lovely face. A few freckles added spice. And as
for her body, it was mostly covered. But he could tell changes
had started in her chest. There were her lovely thin legs, still
those of a child. And he knew what was up under her skirt where
they came together -- it was the same arrangement on every girl,
and not one whit less exciting for the lack of variety.

"Pervert!" said Priscilla with a laugh.

"You go near her you'll feel so bad in the nuts you won't know
what hit you."

"Hmmmm," said Kyle, still looking Felicity up and down.

"Her breasts are so small! She's barely got hips!" said Martha.

Felicity looked flustered and turned to leave.

"Wait, wait!" said Kyle.

People were making fun of him. She was young. But she seemed so
sexy... She was interested, and if it was a bad idea, the Goddess
would stop him... If he could have her, it would be a miracle,
whatever the others said.

"Come here," said Kyle. "I want to ask you a secret question."

Felicity came over at once. Brushing aside her long hair, Kyle
whispered in her ear, "If it was just up to you, would you want
to do it with me now? I know I'd love to."

Felicity backed away quickly but gave Kyle a flirtatious smile.
"Can I show you my poster collection?" she asked.

"Felicity!" said Martha.

"Nothing bad can happen, right? The Goddess will protect me."

"She's right," said Priscilla. "But Kyle!" She turned her gaze
from him to Jonathan. "Would you want to do a little girl like
Felicity?"

"She is lovely, and I'm sure in a few years I would love to,
but... yeah, she's a bit young now."

Kyle said, "Well, maybe I've got different tastes. If Felicity's
vagina would like to start living up to its potential, well..."

"You're serious!" said Martha. "No crap with poster collections,
do it right out here where we can all see. I'll be ready with
some ice for your aching balls."

Felicity looked uncomfortable for a moment. "Isn't it done in
private?" she asked.

"You saw us doing it. We weren't being private about it," said
Priscilla.

"Big girls don't worry about privacy," said Martha.

Felicity seemed satisfied. Everything was different these days!
She sat on a sofa next to Priscilla. As she started to lie back,
Priscilla sat next to Martha to give her room. Felicity lay back
and slowly lifted her skirt, eyes on Kyle. It was no surprise
that she wasn't wearing panties. There were just a few wisps of
downy hair on her mound.

Kyle was overwhelmed with desire, but tried to at least act cool.
"The trick about aching nuts," he said, "is to take it real slow.
Goddess isn't mean. She doesn't entrap people."

None of the others could disagree, as that was their
understanding too.

"Could I kiss you?" asked Kyle softly.

"Kissing!" said Martha.

"It's up to me, right?" said Felicity. "And I say sure, first
time, I'll get kissed."

Kyle was naked again, and slowly lay down on Felicity, then
slowly and gently moved his face in for a kiss. And another one,
and yet another. He smiled.

"It's pretty nice," said Felicity to the others. "To be, I dunno,
loved like that."

"You trying really hard not to let us know your nuts are aching?"
said Martha.

"No, not at all... But still taking it slow. You want me to slide
it into you?" he asked Felicity.

Felicity gulped. "Yes.... Yes I do. I'm a little nervous, but my
vagina sure as heck wants it."

Slowly, slowly, Kyle's stiff cock approached Felicity's vaginal
opening, right below the few wispy hairs. The tip made contact
with her lips, and then began pressing in. First the inner lips
were forced apart by his organ, and then his tip penetrated her
vagina. It was wise enough to be wet and hot and to graciously
give way to accept Kyle's organ. It opened enough to let it in,
but barely wide enough, so it kept a firm grasp on the male
intruder.

Felicity's eyes went wide. Kyle gasped as his cock slid further
and further into the 11-year-old. Before he could start
thrusting, he seized up and shuddered, going silent. It was the
most electrifying orgasm he'd ever had. He took his time pulling
out.

Felicity gave a big smile. "My vagina did it! She made a man
happy! And the little hot bit? He spurted sperm up inside?"

"I'm sure he did," said Priscilla.

"Wow," said Martha quietly.

"I guess the Goddess has her own ideas about the age of consent,"
said Priscilla.

Martha looked at Jonathan. "You want me to take care of that
stiff cock for you?"

Jonathan nodded, and within seconds he was humping away inside
the big sister.

Priscilla turned to look at Felicity as Jonathan humped away
inside Martha. "It takes a little practice, but if you can hold
off squeezing with your vagina, then it lasts longer. The men
love to do the in and out for a while before you make them come."

"OK, thanks for the tip," said Felicity. "It was so new, I wasn't
thinking about that..."

"Of course not," said Martha. "I believe Kyle was ecstatic
anyway."

Kyle gave a big smile.

As Jonathan pumped away inside Martha lustily, Priscilla looked
at Kyle's cock, which had rapidly stiffened again.

"Well, you want to do a third girl?" she said. "I'd be happy to
take care of that for you."

Kyle hesitated.

"Or would you try me again so I can practice not squeezing too
soon?" said Felicity.

Martha had been focusing on Jonathan's face, appreciating his
lust for her as he thrust in and out of her vagina, but now
suddenly she looked at Felicity. "Really?"

"If I'm a big girl, then it's up to me -- and my vagina," said
Felicity, nose pointed up in the air just a little.

"You don't have to," said Martha to Kyle.

"Oh, of course not, of course not, but... well, if you wouldn't
be offended?" he asked Priscilla.

"Of course not!" said Priscilla.

So Kyle slid his cock into Felicity's welcoming vagina once more,
gasping with pleasure, looking down at his mate with a warmth
beyond just the passion of sex. Felicity held off for a minute,
then two. Jonathan finished up inside Martha with an ecstatic
groan, but after they separated, the three others looked on as
Kyle pumped his cock in and out of Felicity, getting harder and
faster.

"You want to come now?" asked the owner of the vagina.

"Sure, if you want, but... I'm having a fantastic... time," said
Kyle.

Another minute passed. Martha said, "Finish him up, Felicity.
We've got homework to do."

"OK," said Felicity, who brushed her hand across Kyle's sweaty
brow. "You ready?"

"Oh, just a few more seconds... OK."

His copulation suddenly became frantic, driving in and out of
young Felicity's pussy, amazingly hard and fast. Slowly he
relaxed as his orgasm finished, and he slid off of her.

He was left speechless.

"Thank you," she said.

"You are most welcome," said Kyle, though it seemed way too mild
for what she had just done for him.

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The next time that Kyle, Jonathan, and Priscilla came over to
visit Martha, it so happened that Felicity had three of her
friends over too.

The big kids skipped sex entirely that day, and focused just on
homework, and then just chatting. Felicity and her friends made a
point of wandering through, and stopping to talk a little. Martha
told Felicity she was being a pest.

But Priscilla winked at Felicity, who suppressed a smile. Kyle
saw, and wasn't sure what it meant. But he had an idea, and if
true it was very exciting.

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Mrs. Green and Miss Jones taught first grade at the Pinewoods
Elementary School.

Mrs. Green said, "You know this Goddess thing... It's been great
all around, but there's a problem. I heard some of the teachers
of the older classes talking. A few of the girls are doing things
they'd never do. Taking their underpants off, sitting with their
legs apart... sometimes pulling their skirts up so everyone can
see."

"Oh, dear."

"That's not the worst of it, though. They're propositioning the
little boys. The boys of course think anything like that is
totally gross."

"I figure the girls take the hint and back off?"

"They do, but they're not happy about it. They want someone with
a penis to do it to them. And the teachers say they think other
girls are on the verge of doing those things too -- exposing
themselves, and more."

"Oh, dear."

"Yeah, I think they're going to just have to be frustrated. If
they want satisfaction, they're going to have to get older boys.
Maybe much older boys. And even they won't be interested in third
graders."

"And so that leaves...."

"Yes, the very last people we want to have anything to do with
third graders!"

Miss Jones was silent a moment. "You think maybe this Goddess
kinda made a mistake?"

Mrs. Green nodded grimly.

============================================================

Felicity got Kyle on the phone, and asked what he thought of her
three friends who he had met the other day.

Was Kyle's hunch correct. It seemed likely, at least. His cock
started swelling inside his pants. He said they all seemed very
nice and would be lovely young women some day. With Anna it would
be some while, he said. But for Beth and Catherine, he said, he
thought they were very nearly grown already.

Catherine invited Felicity, Beth and Kyle over to her house.

The three preteens and the one big boy were soon in a private
room. All three of the girls were proud of their vaginas.
Catherine exposed hers first, the delicate folds of her girl
place emerging into Kyle's vision as she pulled her dress up. She
spread her legs wide apart, showing the soft, smooth flesh of her
inner thighs. Her smile had a slightly nervous look to it, but
mostly it held pride and desire. She used her fingers to spread
her lips, exposing the vagina that sought its destiny.

This was all happening pretty suddenly, Kyle thought. But he knew
how powerful desire could be. "Do you want me to... you know..."

"Stick your penis in my vagina? Yes! So much!"

Kyle looked at the girls. How amazing 11-year-olds were!
Catherine had blue eyes, shortish blond hair, and a face that had
both a lovely smile and, at present, a stunning look of lust.
What was so special? Catherine wasn't finished yet, not a
finished grown-up. Her face wasn't finished, her torso wasn't
finished, and her breasts certainly weren't finished. They still
had much of the child in them. They were still works in progress.
And for some reason, he found that very exciting.

He climbed into position on top of her. He saw a beautiful young
pussy open for his cock and eager for his penetration. He nuzzled
his cock tip against her opening and pressed in. The pussy spread
smoothly to let him in while it gave him amazing pleasure.
Catherine's expressions varied among surprise, lust, and
excitement, but were all encouraging him to keep going. Following
instinct he pressed in further, retreating just a bit to push
harder and advance deeper. He felt heaven, and he saw heaven in
the form of the proud and enthusiastic small girl accepting his
prong up deep inside her. He then began the in-and-out of sex,
faster and deeper until it was full-on scale intercourse. No
holding back on account of age. Then Catherine's brow furrowed
briefly in concentration, and the magic clutch of girl pussy sent
him into orgasm, filling him with waves of pure pleasure as his
balls shot little tugs of creamy goo up into the girl. Her face
was pure, simple happiness. Her vagina was proud to achieve its
destiny -- that was the simple, innocent way to look at it. At a
darker, more animal level, he understood that however willing she
was, he had just fucked the cunt of a little girl, hard and fast
and deep, and filled her vagina with stuff that was meant for big
girls, and it had to him felt fantastic at every level.

Felicity and Beth both squirmed excitedly. Felicity said, "My
vagina and I want to make Kyle happy too. I guess you should be
next, Beth, because you've never had it before. But men have to
rest a while before their penis gets hard again," she said.

Beth looked over Felicity's shoulder and smiled. Kyle's cock was
very stiff once more.

Felicity said, "I guess not that long, sometimes!"

Kyle had his eye on the front of Beth's dress. If she were naked,
he would be looking right at her most private part. Beth saw this
and hastily corrected that situation so her hole -- her vagina --
was not just in view but on display, as her legs were spread wide
and she held the lips open.

"Oooo, my vagina wants to make you happy -- so much!"

Kyle didn't need any further encouragement. He mounted the girl,
lined up his cock tip, and eased it into yet another 11-year-old.

Looking down, he saw another beauty. Beth's family was from East
Asia somewhere, but she was equally unfinished. A slightly darker
color of skin, eyes a bit different -- gorgeous eyes that were
now childish Asian eyes and would turn into adult Asian eyes.

Beth made sounds of surprise and satisfaction. Kyle briefly
worried if she was really, truly OK with this -- and then
remembered that the Goddess was seeing to that part. He took full
advantage of the situation by sliding his cock into slick heaven,
deeper and deeper. But he wanted more.

"I'm going to hold off on squeezing," she said with
determination.

He reached underneath to grab her butt so he could pound harder.
He pressed in over and over. However young she was, he was
fucking her -- it was as if no other word could capture the
animal intensity of it. He was drowning in luscious sex
sensations his penis relayed to his brain.

"Oh, God, he's really doing you so... thoroughly," said Felicity.
Catherine nodded.

He had been pounding away in utter contentment for a minute when
Beth said, "I don't think I can hold off much longer!"

Kyle gasped, "You don't have to... any time!"

Beth breathed a sigh of relief, and then Kyle felt it. The magic
clutching of pussy on his cock, sending him to a higher reach of
heaven. He relaxed into the warmth of afterglow, taking his time
before sliding out of the girl and onto his side. He might have
rested longer, but there was another eleven-year-old in the room
with an eager vagina. His cock pulsed to full hardness a mere two
minutes after having finished its job inside Beth.

Felicity saw, lay back the way a girl lies back to get it, and
she got it. She let her vagina have its way and satisfy Kyle's
cock -- the vagina's most primitive, natural, life-giving need.

"It's so great he thinks we're sexy so our vaginas can make him
happy!" said Catherine.

Felicity squeezed, and as his orgasm started, he saw a broad
smile from his mate. He could tell she was enjoying the power she
had, but that was fine with him, as she was using that power to
help him get what he wanted so badly. He was still on and in
Felicity, shrinking cock sliding lazily in and out, when another
person entered the scene.

"Samantha!" said Catherine. "You shouldn't spy on people!"

Kyle disengaged from Felicity, but not in any hurry.

The door was not quite closed, and Samantha peeked through the
four-inch wide opening.

Samantha had been discovered, so she apparently decided she might
as well come on in.

Beth started laughing. "Why stop here? Do you think Samantha
would like it?"

Felicity and Catherine laughed too.

"Kyle, meet Samantha. She's my bratty little sister. She's six
years old," said Catherine.

"Almost seven!"

"Wouldn't your vagina like to achieve its potential by letting
Kyle's penis into your vagina?"

Samantha pulled her pants down to expose her girl parts and smile
at Kyle.

"I wasn't serious!" said Catherine. "Kyle would never go for a
little tyke like you!"

They turned away from Samantha, leaving her out of their social
circle.

Felicity, said, "Hey look, Kyle's thing is stiff again! Someone's
vagina gets to achieve its potential again! Which one do you
want? -- I mean, if you want to." They followed his gaze,
wondering whether it would focus on the lips between Beth's legs,
or perhaps Felicity's, or perhaps Catherine's.

But Kyle's eyes were fixed on Samantha. She had not pulled her
pants up when the conversation had turned away from her. Her
little girl slit still showed as she stood there with her pants
down.

"Would you come here?" he asked softly.

The seductive smiles disappeared from the big girls' faces.
Apparently they realized Kyle might be serious.

Samantha headed over happily, stumbling with her pants around her
ankles, but she managed with small steps.

"Kyle, your nuts will hurt so bad!" said Beth.

"This isn't right!" said Catherine.

"She's too young!" said Felicity. "You're not a pervert, are
you?"

"If he wasn't a pervert he wouldn't have wanted to do any of us,"
said Beth.

There was a brief silence as they considered the truth of that.

"But she's so small!"

Kyle smiled uncertainly. "I don't know, really. I do think she's
incredibly hot. I'm sure the Goddess will let me know if this is
not OK."

"But you said Anna was too young!"

"Um.... yeah, I did. I'm not quite sure what I want. I mean, it
was never an option before."

"I saw you!" said Samantha to Catherine. "I lie like this!"

The little girl lay back, legs wide apart, even though her feet
were still held together by the pants around her ankles.

Kyle slowly approached, attentive to the first sign of discomfort
in his balls. He didn't move to mount the small girl right away,
but instead just brought his stiff cock within range. "You want
to play with this?" he asked.

Samantha happily took the thing and slid it this way and back.
"Vagina wants it!" she said, trying to point the stiff cock down
between her legs.

"I can't believe it!" whispered Beth.

"But the Goddess will decide just who's too young, right?" said
Catherine.

No one could object to that. Kyle watched his cock tip approach
the six-year-old slit. He felt no pain, just pleasure and
anticipation. Her pussy lips were smaller, of course. He was
prepared to stop if it was too tight. Perhaps the Goddess would
let worldly physics work her will. He held her lips apart with
his fingers, and when he pressed his member against the opening
very gently, it parted for him. One millimeter, then another,
then a few more. No significant resistance, no ache in his balls.
One inch in, then two.

Samantha gave the biggest smile. "My vagina is so happy happy!"
she said. Kyle kept pressing, amazed his cock went in so far. It
was in nearly as far as it would go when a bump told him to stop.
But he was inside her. His cock was at mating depth in a
six-year-old. He thrust in and out slowly, in a daze of pleasure
and incredulity. Samantha lay there beaming up at him.

The bigger girls had kept up a quiet commentary of amazement as
they had seen his cock slide in more and more.

Samantha had the blondest blond hair, grayish eyes, and a very
appealing smile. If the others weren't finished, she was nowhere
near finished. She was a child still. A girl, which he could
easily confirm by looking between her wide-spread legs, where her
totally hairless slit was deformed to accept his intrusion, and
her vagina was somehow stretched wide enough to take his member
inside in comfort. The fact her pants were still around her
ankles delighted him -- a child. Shorter, smaller legs and arms,
a smaller torso... For all those reasons and a few he couldn't
express in words, he found her so very sexy.

Minutes went by. Man cock rowed in and out of girl pussy.
Samantha looked happy, and he sure felt happy. Happier than ever?
He wasn't sure. But happy in a new way.

Beth, sitting by herself on a bed, shuddered.

"Did you come?" asked Catherine.

"Yeah," she said looking a bit uncomfortable.

"I mean, it's fine... happens to me too."

"It's never happened for me with other people around."

In quick succession, Catherine had an orgasm, and then Felicity.
They shared their surprise and speculated about what was going
on, but didn't come up with any promising ideas.

Kyle had been joined with Samantha for some minutes now, penis
sliding out but then in, gently but firmly. Attending to the
copulation in progress, Catherine said, "You're supposed to
squeeze to let him finish up."

Samantha just looked at her.

"Maybe she can't squeeze?" said Felicity.

"Do something special with your vagina," said Catherine.
"Something different."

Within a few seconds Kyle convulsed with orgasm, pushing a little
deeper and holding still. His cock delivered blobs of sperm into
little Samantha. She reported excitedly the little flame she had
felt inside. As he relaxed out of orgasm, he realized that the
three big girls had been a dream come true. Samantha was so young
he'd never had to even think about whether he would want to do it
to a girl her age. But as she had stood in front of him
expectantly, showing her little naked mound, he discovered he
did. He wanted her more than any of the others. Priscilla and
Martha seemed like old ladies to him now.

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The media stories picked up on the frustration of the 5th
graders. They started with that so as not to shock their audience
too much, but it soon emerged that lots of 4th grade girls were
frustrated too, and a fair number of 3rd graders.

It's not as if any of them really needed sex -- no females needed
sex. But they were aware of their vaginas and proud of them, just
like any woman would be. It seemed all girls shared that sense
since the coming of the Goddess.

But some of these girls also had developed the desire to use
their vaginas to make a man happy. Or a male, since boys had
penises too. Usually they started trying to interest the boys
their age, because they were the ones they knew and were in class
with them. But none of them wanted to do it. In fact some of them
said nasty things about their vaginas, which hurt their feelings.

These girls just had to live with their desire unmet, and the
child psychologists explained on social media how to deal with
it. It was pretty much just listening and sympathizing, the same
as with any other thing children wanted but couldn't have. Their
desire wasn't that different from the desire teen girls typically
felt to get a man's penis into their vagina, it just arrived
sooner. But teen girls could find men or big boys who were eager
to do it to them. Fourth-graders could not.

And yet... there was a group of men who were delighted at the
prospect of letting a third-grade vagina welcome them inside, but
they were mostly hidden away in fear.

At first it was just a few brave parents who overcame their
prejudices. They wanted their little girls to be happy and
satisfied, and if it took a pedophile to do the job, then they
wanted a pedophile. Secret arrangements were made, and
experiments were tried. The girls gave the pedophiles rave
reviews, word spread. "Could you put me in touch with the
pedophile who did it to your girl?" one neighbor asked another.
Soon the pedophiles could come out of the woodwork, cautiously,
to the relevant people. They didn't want to hurt any girls, they
just wanted to make love to them. The Goddess took the few
exceptions by the balls, so to speak, so they were not an issue.

Not one rape had been reported since the coming of the Goddess.
Statutory rape was somewhat more controversial, but everyone
realized the world was a different place. The majority prevailed
in suspending enforcement of the age of consent. They would leave
it to the Goddess.

Pedophiles were by definition interested in sex with prepubescent
girls, but they had limits. Some were not interested in girls
below ten. For others the limit was eight. As the age kept going
down, fewer and fewer pedophiles were interested.

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Mrs. Green was observing the scene when her aide Miss Jones came
in. It was after the end of school, but some of the children were
still around.

"They're so young!" said Mrs. Green, focusing on the knot of
girls around Kyle. The pillows in the pillow corner were being
arranged as needed to keep bodies off the hard floor.

"Yes... but they are so happy. I don't know how they can be so
happy.

"Being proud of their bodies -- vaginas in particular -- that's
all good. All of them have that now. But those few want to take
it further and let Kyle in to satisfy him. You know, those few
seem especially happy with life."

"As we all know, the Goddess protects them from the really rotten
ones."

"But even the good ones -- we sure used to think they are rotten
too. A big part of me still does. The Goddess sure has different
ideas about how old girls have to be before it's OK for them to
do it.

"Not even a quarter of them do, at this age."

"It's good it's not more, but it's shocking that there's even one
girl this age who wants it."

"I look at him sometimes and think what a horrible pervert he is
-- but then I look at the girls. They don't think he's a pervert.
They think he's God come to earth."

"And Kyle's stamina... I never heard of a guy who could do it
over and over and over again like that."

"Who knows what other changes the Goddess makes. Maybe she gives
stamina to men to satisfy all the little girls, even if there
aren't that many men."

"Other guys have come out of the woodwork to satisfy the bigger
girls, the third graders and up. Good thing, because half of them
want it. Half! But no one else for the little ones."

"I hope he keeps coming. At first it was just about every day,
remember? Then a couple days a week, and now we get a couple days
a month. The thing is the word spread and lots of other schools
are delighted to have him come and satisfy their little girls
too."

They were silent briefly, watching Kyle's naked bottom contract
and relax in the rhythm of sex, no doubt driving his cock in and
out of one of their small charges who was hidden from their view
beneath him.

"You know a little secret... When I can actually see his dick
flashing in and out of one of those girls, I... I have at least
one orgasm every day he's here, watching him."

"I've had a few looking at him go ... not every day, but not just
once or twice either."

"My vagina would be eager to make him happy."

"Mine too. Which is I guess normal these days. See a decent man,
and have some inclination to want him inside you."

"But we've got to save every drop of his sperm for the little
ones -- there are plenty of men for us."

"True."

Kyle was getting dressed, ready to call it a day, but little Lila
exposed herself and said she wanted to make him happy, and he
couldn't or didn't want to resist, apparently.

Kyle's jeans were pulled down a few inches. His cock went in and
out of the naked Lila. "Be quick, OK?" they heard him say. He
gasped and groaned, and Lila gave a big smile. His cock pulled
out as soon as he climaxed, and he pulled his jeans up.

The girls all looked at him adoringly and said, "Goodbye!" He
knelt to hug every one who wanted a hug, which was most of them.
Then he gathered his things, and made for the door. Passing by
the two teachers, he paused briefly, looking at them, and they
exchanged greetings. Mrs. Green used to detect a hint of shame
when he spoke to her, but not any more.

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Mr. and Mrs. Conant left their house a bit after seven. It was
their turn to make the rounds on a warm summer evening. They
arrived at their first destination.

"Hey, how's it going?" said Mr. James to Mr. Conant, as he let in
the pair.

But soon it was the opposite-sex guests who were staring at each
other. Few words were needed.

Mrs. Conant hitched up her skirt. Panties were inconvenient for a
trip like this, and she wasn't wearing any. Mr. James approached
her, with his cock sticking straight out. He had ditched his
shorts. Mrs. Conant quick lay back on the sofa and beamed at Mr.
James as he approached, mounted and entered her with his cock.
She adored seeing him so happy -- seeing what her vagina could do
for him.

Beside them, Mrs. James was on her hands and knees, with Mr.
Conant approaching from behind. Mrs. Conant felt a little thrill
of interest as she watched her husband's cock twitch, and then
plunge into their neighbor's pussy. Everyone looked happy, and
Mrs. Conant was especially attuned to the desire and joy on Mr.
James' face. They had a sort of informal understanding that when
they'd been at it for about four minutes, it was time for the two
women to squeeze, sending their men into ecstasy.

When the couples separated, they sat and chatted for a couple
minutes. The real question was how soon her husband's cock would
recover and be ready for the next round. It was maybe 15 minutes
later that he took the initiative to get them out the door.

"Isn't this great?" said Mr. Conant as the couple walked two
houses down to their next stop. Mr. and Mrs. Green welcome them
into the house, and the women lost little time in inviting the
two men into their pussies for a satisfying bout of sexual
intercourse. Mrs. Conant knew from regular experience that Mr.
Green had a long, thick cock, which gave an interesting and
pleasant sensation. It didn't matter much, except for the idea
that he was just a little bit more pure man than the others.
She'd never say anything, of course.

"Can I go for two?" he asked. Mr. Conant nodded. Mr. Conant had
just come not along ago, so he would have a noticeable down time
after he finished with Mrs. Green. But Mr. Green hadn't, and he
would get it up again soon. He'd have enough time to squirt into
Mrs. Conant once, get hard and do her again, while Mr. Conant was
resting after climaxing inside of Mrs. Green.

With the three orgasms complete, the couples chatted a while,
before the Conants were on to the next. There was a group of six
couples, and each took a turn visiting the other five in the
evenings. On the next five evenings -- they were all pretty horny
-- the other couples would take turns making the rounds, but on
this night they had three more couples to visit. Three more sex
partners for each of them. Mrs. Conant had the joy, over and
over, of feeling how her vagina could make the man happy. Mr.
Conant had the joy, over and over, of fucking a hot woman and
coming deep in her pussy.

It was no sure thing, but often Mrs. Conant had an orgasm on
their way to the next couple's house, thinking of the man whose
penis she was about to invite into her vagina. If Mr. Conant
noticed, he just said playfully that he hoped it had been a good
one.

Most people had less formal arrangements, with horny men knocking
on neighbors' doors when they really wanted to do it, and the
woman usually was delighted to mate. Some women went knocking
too.

This was one way that the Goddess countered the tendency of
people to stay home and relate to the world only through their
devices. Sex required in-person visits. The penis and vagina had
to be in the same place for the one to slide snugly into the
other. But the associated visiting carried a human connection
well beyond the mating that was at the heart of it.

Surveys showed people were happier and more productive now than
before the Goddess came.

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When the word was passed that Kyle would be in some girl's house
at a certain time, many little girls were interested in going
over for a play date. There were very few girls this young who
wanted to take a penis in their vaginas, but in a fair-sized city
like theirs, that added up to more than a dozen girls. And Kyle
was the only one who would satisfy them.

At the play date the girls did play with each other. There were
many girls and only one Kyle, and they had to wait their turn.
Playing was always fun, and it was a good way to pass the time,
too.

Kyle lay back on the sofa, his breath still not quite back to
normal after his most recent climax. He was naked, and his cock
was rising fast.

A couple girls saw it and smiled, but went back to what they were
doing. Then Jenny glanced over, and Kyle waved to her. She hopped
up with a smile and walked over to where Kyle was sitting.

Jenny had long blond hair and was wearing a white dress. Girls
had learned that if they got their parents to dress them up a bit
fancy, Kyle was more likely to let them use their vaginas to make
him happy when there were more than he could handle.

Showing now and then behind Jenny's hair were big blue eyes and a
perfect little nose.

"You want to feel up under my dress?" she asked.

Kyle nodded and slid his hand up underneath. It was a bit unusual
to find panty cloth instead of naked girl slit, but the
difference was exciting.

"You want to feel inside there?" asked Jenny. Kyle nodded and
reached under the cloth to touch soft girl flesh.

"Mary at school says you're a naughty man! Because only a naughty
man would get a hard penis from looking at a little girl like
me."

Kyle smiled. He was used to this sort of criticism.

"Well, are you a naughty girl for wanting me to slide my hard
penis into your vagina?"

Jenny hesitated, then nodded.

"You didn't just decide you wanted to do this, right? You really
wanted to. You couldn't help wanting to?"

Jenny shook her head.

"Well, I couldn't help wanting to stick my penis into a little
girl like you. So you know what?"

"What?"

"Let's be naughty together! Your naughty and my naughty fit and
make us both happy."

Jenny smiled, looking satisfied. "You wanna get in there with
your thing now?"

"Yes!" said Kyle. "If it's all right with you, I mean."

Jenny's hands lifted her dress quickly over her head, then pulled
the panties down and off, and then she got up on her knees,
straddling him.

"My vagina wants to make you happy," she said. "Look!"

Kyle lifted his head to get a good look at Jenny's luscious
little girl lips, already kissing the tip of Kyle's cock. She
started to settle down onto him.

"Could I do it myself, please?"

Jenny smiled as Kyle took her hips and pushed his cock
deliciously up into her vagina. After penetrating her all the way
he relaxed to let his cock slide out most of the way, and then
relaxed his hands. Jenny slid down the shaft of his cock until
she sat on his stomach. Not all the little girls were deep enough
to take his penis in all the way, but Jenny was.

"Now vagina makes you happy," said Jenny, who lifted herself up
and then relaxed, plunging Kyle's cock up inside her.

Kyle smiled dreamily.

"Have some naughty happies?" said Jenny, going up and down. "You
ready to finish up? To squirt out the goo?" Jenny giggled.

"When you like it you're being naughty too, remember..."

"Yeah."

"Any time," said Kyle. "I mean..." He looked tense with
anticipation.

Jenny went up and down, up and down. "OK, look at me. You gotta
look at me."

Kyle looked up at Jenny's beautiful and mischievous face, blond
hair in front, waving back and forth with her humping motions.

"You ready?"

Kyle nodded.

"Really ready?"

Kyle nodded again.

"Really, sure?"

Kyle nodded and gulped, eyes on Jenny. Still she went up and
down, and then, all of a sudden, Kyle moaned and gasped,
thrusting upward once. He lost eye contact with Jenny, lost in
his own world.

"Ha, ha! My vagina did her job! You ejaculated, right? Squirted
up inside me... And it felt really good?"

Kyle nodded.

"I felt the little hot thing up there too. It was fun using my
vagina to make you happy. I'm a big girl!"

Big enough, thought Kyle. He knew she had just turned four.

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Little Laura was looking intently at a game in front of her on
the carpet. Her knees were folded under her, tops of her feet
flat against the floor, little butt up in the air. Kyle found it
very alluring.

He went over and patted the back of her light blue dress.

She turned over her shoulder and smiled, starting to turn around.

"No, no... If you stay just like that... I mean if you want."

Laura resumed her former position, not yet sure what he had in
mind.

"It would be so nice to slide it into you from behind... just
like that... I bet your vagina could make me happy that way."

"OK," she said, smiling. Kyle got down on his knees behind her,
and lifted the dress up over her back so her butt was exposed. No
panties on this girl. He put one hand under her tummy and lifted
her up, using the other to place his cock tip between the folds
of her pussy.

Laura laughed. "Is it gonna go in?" she asked.

"If you let me," said Kyle.

Laura was protected by the Goddess, and Kyle felt no discomfort
as he got the tip of his cock between her lips and pressed,
getting the smallest purchase. He then retrieved his other hand
and held her hips as he drove in a little, then back out, then in
a little more. Laura giggled.

"Look at Laura!" said another girl, and others looked on with
interest.

Laura had curly reddish hair. Kyle knew she also freckles and
blue eyes, which he couldn't see at the moment. But he could see
her little butt and her little thighs and her little back.
Unfinished. So deliciously unfinished of a person. The skin was
so smooth and unblemished. She was so very much a small girl.

Kyle knew not to press all the way into Laura, because her vagina
wasn't deep enough to take all of him. The Goddess had equipped
these horny little girls with pussies stretchy enough to envelop
his cock -- and wow, did that feel fantastic! -- but some weren't
quite long enough. They were a bit unfinished too.

"This is funny!" said Laura. In a minute, she turned to look over
her shoulder and squeezed. Kyle began gasping and groaning,
finishing off inside his little girl's pussy, careful not to
lunge deep, as his instinct told him to do. The position was
uncomfortable enough he didn't linger long.

"She can make you happy that funny way too!"

Kyle grinned, and lay on his side on the carpet. He shut his eyes
to rest a bit.

Laura had just turned three.

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Kashvi was a beautiful girl from India, with dark skin and the
loveliest brown eyes.

When he opened his eyes she was sitting in front of him,
completely naked, legs wide apart, her pussy two feet from his
face.

She looked at him shyly.

"Would your vagina like to make me happy?" asked Kyle.

Kashvi nodded solemnly.

Kyle was tired, but not that tired.

Kashvi had her own ideas of how this should go. It was totally up
to her, of course, whether to do it or not, so she could choose
how, and it was up to Kyle to take it or leave it.

Kashvi padded over to a bed at the edge of the room. Kyle
reflected on how very young she was. But the Goddess smiled on
him. She had never once warned him away from any girl, however
young, who was asking for it. Kashvi lay back with legs spread
wide.

Kyle's stamina was great, but not infinite. At the moment his
cock was not fully erect. As he approached, Kashvi sat up and
hefted his balls, then stroked his cock shaft. It rapidly got
fully hard.

"Penis all better!" she said. "Put it in!"

She was one who got right to the point.

Kyle lowered himself onto the little girl. So young, but so
female and so alluring. And so desirous of getting penetrated.

He pressed and entered hot, slick heaven and pressed in and out
with increasingly serious strokes until he was in Kashvi as far
as she could take him. Then he began a gentle mating motion -- in
and out, in and out, not too hard. He held himself up high with
his hands, feasting his eyes on this beauty who lay beneath him,
eager to get what she was getting. And take her he had, his pale
shaft disappearing up into her dark body right there in the magic
place between her legs. More penis showed, then less, then more
again, as his penis filled her up, then eased out again.

After a couple minutes, she said, "Lie down! Squash me!"

"Really?" said Kyle. She had asked for this before, and he'd done
a halfway job. Now he'd try to do the whole thing. He was a
full-grown man and she a little girl, but he did as she asked. He
let himself down, then put more and more weight onto her, his
cock continuing to row in and out.

She waited several seconds before she squeezed and he yelped as
he came, seeding her pussy as he squashed the girl, satisfied
completely as his cock twitched and spurted. An onlooker would
have seen nothing but a large white man, with a small dark foot
here, and two dark arms clutching his back. All she had to do was
stop clutching, or wiggle, and he'd roll off at once, but she
didn't, for the longest time.

Finally she did, and as he rolled off he beheld a girl gasping
for breath, her body streaked with the sweat from his exertions.
A little trace of whitish sperm showed at her pussy opening. But
the gasping girl was smiling happily.

"''Gina did it! 'Gina did it!"

He didn't know why she wanted to get squished, but he was happy
to accommodate her. Kyle lay beside her and caressed her
tenderly. Within a minute Kashvi got up and said, "Pee-pee."

Not many girls her age wanted to use their vaginas to make men
happy. Maybe one in a hundred. He knew she was still in diapers
at night, and so making sure to pee at the right time during the
day was still something she was working on. She was only two and
a half.

A little wisp of guilt tickled Kyle as he watched her walk away,
a hint of the toddler in her gait still. He adored her and found
her incredibly sexy. At two and a half. But for her, this one
girl in a hundred, he made her very happy. He kept her from being
frustrated. The Goddess knew what she was doing, apparently. He
let go of the last wisp of guilt.

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