I wake to the soft, wet sounds of fingers pumping hard into slick cunts. The bedroom window is open, and the morning air carries the musky perfume of a hundred women getting their daily fill. I stretch—and my cock is already granite, leaking precum onto my stomach before I even open my eyes.

Because I'm the last man on Earth. And in this world, every woman, from the barista to the judge to the grandmother next door, starts her day by shoving her fingers—or a friend's strap-on, or a rubber replica of *my* dick—up her snatch, scooping my donated cum from the community vials, and packing that hot cream into her pussy and womb until it spills over.

The streets outside? A buffet of bare tits, bouncing asses, and shaved pussies leaking pearly white down their inner thighs. No panties allowed. The mayor passed that law last year: every female must walk around with a cum-slick slit, and if she's drying out by noon, she has to find a warm mouth or a willing hand to top her up.

I swing my legs out of bed. My roommate, Sasha, is already on her knees by the nightstand, three fingers buried knuckle-deep in her cunt, her thumb rubbing her clit in fast circles. She's got a turkey baster full of my morning load in her other hand. She pulls her fingers out with a wet *schlick*, shoves the baster in next, and squeezes.

“Morning, stud,” she moans as the cum floods her cervix. It drips out around the plastic tip—thick, warm, stringy. She pulls the baster free and clamps her thighs together, but it's no use. A fat glob of jizz rolls down her leg and puddles on the floor.

“You're leaking,” I say, my voice hoarse.

“That's the point.” She grins, spreads her pussy lips with two fingers. “Want to finger-bang the rest back in?”

I'm on her in a second. My tongue laves her slit—salty, sweet, and so fucking slutty. I suck her clit until she screams, then I rear up and ram my cock into her cum-filled hole. It's a hot, wet, squelching heaven. Every thrust pushes more cum out of her, frothing around my shaft, slapping against our thighs.

“Fill me again,” she gasps. “Please, please, fill me up.”

I fuck her through the mattress, through the morning light, through the sounds of a thousand other women outside—all fingering, licking, stuffing themselves with my seed until they drip. When I come, it's a roar, and Sasha's cunt milks every drop. She's going to walk to work with my jizz trickling into her shoe.

And tonight? I'll do it all over again. Because a world of empty wombs needs filling. And I've got the only cock in town.