Just a reminder this story is only fantasy, it is not intended to be realistic, so "that could not happen" comments are not necessary. The story focuses on an "ultimate" orgasm denial world in which men and women swap places; men find it VERY difficult to attain orgasm, where women have to worry about firing off too soon. If this does not appeal to you, save your time. If it might, please leave a comment and/or a vote. Thanks.
The world changes so fast these days, most of us cannot keep up. As detailed in part one of this story, the paradigm between women and men has been changing for the better for over a century, sometimes slowly, sometimes overnight, as when women finally got the right to vote.
Another example of overnight change was when a group of activists; scientists, sociologists, politicians and billionaires, came to the conclusion that broad social change would fall into place like dominoes if they could accomplish one thing. One thing which few understood was a biological underpinning of the "patriarchy." If it could be changed, a "matriarchy" would result almost by default.
The scientists involved developed a chemical which would affect the change. The others worked together on a clandestine delivery system...food, water sources, beer.
And almost overnight, the gender centric ability to reach orgasm reversed. Men needed greater and more focused attention to "finish." Women were able to cum almost at will.
Men had permanent, quite safe, erections. The erections were safe because tumescence no longer necessarily meant arousal. Fully inflated was the new normal. No more guessing for women. No more "I'm a grow-er, not a show-er." Men with less that five inches became nearly celibate. Men with eight or more, or impressive girth, soon found out what sexual harassment meant; what attractive women had experienced for all of history.
Keep in mind there were still variances even among the genders. In the past, a highly sexed woman, who was in tune to her body, could achieve orgasm fairly easily, and a woman who was the opposite struggled, and needed a caring, talented lover to help her experience ecstasy. Some men were premature ejaculators, some men had incredible stamina.
The same in reverse was true after the change. Some men could still manage to orgasm relatively easily, although most all took "some work." Almost all women could experience mind-blowing and frequent orgasms easily. Some who had previously been highly sexed in the first place, now found themselves with a "hair trigger."
Women kept the ability to have multiple orgasms, much to the relief of all. Had women become "one and done" as men had been, the "new men" would have been almost barren since it took much more effort to finish them.
It had been three months since "The Change" had happened.
Milo took a moment to collect himself before walking in through the front door of his suburban home. He had big news to share with his wife Mitzi. Not good news.
Milo wore tight briefs under his dress trousers, in an unsuccessful attempt to hide his "assets." He had been "blessed" or now "cursed" with a very thick ten inch penis. Like a pair of double D's, it was impossible to hide.
When he entered the living room, he was almost relieved to see his sister-in-law Simone sitting next to Mitzi on the couch, literally crying onto her shoulder. Relieved because Simone's presence would give him an excuse to put off sharing his devastating news, but her melting down with another "crisis" would distract Mitzi. Maybe she wouldn't notice he was a bit off.
Mitzi looked over at him while continuing to pat her younger sister's blonde head. She made eye contact with a barely perceptible shrug. They were used to Simone's overly inflated relationship issues.
Mitzi's gaze did what had become increasingly frequent since the change...it dropped to his midsection, her eyes lit up, and she teasingly licked her lips. She loved seeing her husband's penis, always turgid, always ready.
Simone noticed the shift in her sister, and followed Mitzi's gaze. It was impossible for her not to also notice the huge bulge in her brother-in-law's pants, which pulsed just then in response to Mitzi's tease. Sisters talk. Simone had heard many stories about what a caring lover Milo was, even before the Change.
Simone moaned, "Nooo" and closed her eyes tightly, looking away for good measure. She tightened her grip on Mitzi's arm, her entire body tensed up, and she cried out, "Hhnnngggkk."
Milo looked on in shock as the front of Simone's blue jeans...her crotch, her thighs, darkened with wetness as if she had just pissed herself...a lot.
She cried out in embarrassed anguish, "I'm so sorry! FFFFFUCK!" She stood and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Milo raised his hands in a "what the fuck was THAT??"
Mitzi sighed. "Just go get some towels and I'll tell you."
By the time he returned, Simone was back from the bathroom, although not sitting in the same place. As Milo attempted to clean the couch cushions (in truth, he knew the washer was needed) the ladies filled him in, hoping his male experience could help.
Simone had worked as a legal analyst for a prominent law firm for several years. She had advanced in the firm because of her brilliant legal mind, and because she was a "highly sexed" woman. She liked to fuck. She was good at fucking. She came fairly easily. She made the male partners cum fairly often, because she enjoyed doing so.
She was popular and prominent.
Then "The Change" happened. Her tendency to easy orgasm, thus erotic sexuality, became a hair trigger. She had always been a "female ejaculator", or a "squirter" if treated well. But now...the slightest provocation made her shoot off with copious amounts of female ejaculate...squirting her cum everywhere.
She had been in a staff meeting earlier in the day, in a room filled with fellow employees and big whigs from corporate. The man standing at the lectern speaking was well endowed, and did nothing to hide it. He was wearing light colored trousers and must have. been wearing boxers or no underwear at all; every time he moved, his bulge moved also.
Simone could not help staring at it while he spoke. Then she had to close her eyes. It was taking every bit of concentration she had not to mess herself right there in front of everyone. She was wearing a skirt.
Genevieve apparently noticed her predicament and mischievously decided to "help." She quietly stepped behind Simone, reached around her and tweaked her stiff nipples. Then moved away.
That's all it took. Simone let out a squeak and felt the unwanted orgasm wash over her. She came...not hard...not very satisfying, but enough that everyone in the room could see the female ejaculate splashing down her legs. They could certainly smell the musky odor, which several of them were already familiar with.
She had not been fired. But the meeting was over, um, prematurely, and amid laughter the competition to find a new nickname for her had begun.
Hence why she had been crying on Mitzi's shoulder.
His wife asked, "I know you've never been a premature ejaculator...far from it. But do you know what guys with that problem did to keep it under control?"
Milo had been blessed with respectable stamina before the change. After the change, his orgasms were very hard to attain. He pondered her question.
"In High School I had a friend, Jimmy, who had that issue. He masturbated a lot."
Simone put her head in her hands.
"I mean, not like he was a perv or anything. He said it helped him keep it under control so he wouldn't embarrass himself. So before a big test, or a game, he would go in the boys room and rub one out. He said it helped him focus. He also said a good fucking would help, but that didn't happen very often for poor Jimmy. At least you've got him beat there."
Simone looked up. "Great. I can be a chronic masturbator or a slut."
Mitzi laughed, "Oh, come on, sis. You were already a slut."
Now they both laughed.
Mitzi nodded towards her husband, "At least you're not in poor Milo's shoes."
Milo shook his head in embarrassment, indicating for her not to tell.
