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.

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.