Author: Sterling
Title: A Nation For Pedophiles
Summary: Pedophiles are unhappy because they have no legal sexual
partners. A struggling nation offers them happy partners -- and
the best pedos flock to little Belithia, creating a vibrant
center of innovation. It's arbitrage in pedophiles. No longer
shamed but instead encouraged, the kids have hot and creative
ideas.
Keywords: Mg Mb Mgb MMMg MMMf gb Mf inc bro sis oral 1st nepi
anal

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 7/11/2016.

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A Nation For Pedophiles

The Prime Minister tossed and turned. The world itself was in
pretty rough shape, but here in his country Belithia... The
voters decided they wanted to leave the EU. Nationalism! Belithia
above all else! But they knew nothing of economics. Their small
country lived on trade -- imports and exports -- and now that
would all be different -- harder, more expensive. Much harder.
The situation was impossible -- the situation of Belithia, the
situation of his party, his situation within the party. Tomorrow,
another consultant -- a visiting economist. His aides wouldn't
say much about his angle.

Grayness replacing black was the first sign of an autumn dawn. He
finally fell asleep, clinging to the thought of a miracle. Maybe
it would be a miracle. It seemed just minutes later that the
alarm went off.

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The Prime Minister waved his hands to interrupt. "Yes, yes, we
get it. We know how trade works. We sell something they want to
buy. We find a competitive advantage. Get to the point!"

Mr. Kyle Dennison nodded and skipped ahead three slides, and what
appeared was a pretty little girl of around 6, blond and
blue-eyed, smiling at the camera. She was the sort of model
Belithia's tourist agency put on its brochures. Next was an
equally photogenic boy of about 4, also smiling. And then a girl
of maybe 10.

"So are you proposing to sell our children?" said the Prime
Minister. There were murmurs and smiles around the table.

The speaker stopped and met his gaze. "No, but... Correct me if
I'm wrong, but you foresee deep trouble for Belithia, right? You
need something bold and new? A gamble? Desperate times call for
desperate measures?"

He paused, and no one contradicted him. "Look at this video with
an open mind." It showed a woman interviewing a man in suit and
tie.

"What I'd love... what I'd really love, is the chance to just
spend an afternoon with a girl, Listen to her stories, play
make-believe with her, take her to the park. A girl of about six.
Hold her hand. And then go back inside. And then I imagine us
watching a video, her lying on her stomach. And I would get to
stroke her hair gently, rub my hand up and down her back, maybe
kiss her on the cheek now and then. I'd get to take her hand in
mine and admire every finger and knuckle, that perfect skin. And
if I could look at her feet -- maybe take off her socks and shoes
myself... I could smell the socks, sniff her feet, stroke them,
being careful not to tickle her. Maybe if I was really daring,
I'd get to stroke her calf -- from calf down to heel, from toes
up to shin, over and over again." The man stopped and sighed,
looking off into space.

The woman said, "That's all? None of that is illegal, you know."

"Oh, I know, but I couldn't actually do it, right? No one is
going to let me lie down with a girl like that. They'll all think
I'm a pedophile and that I'm just grooming her, waiting until the
moment I could rape her."

"You say you *are* a pedophile. You don't want to have sex with
her in some way?"

"I fantasize about it, sure. But I don't want to hurt a girl. I
wouldn't even like to do that stuff I was saying if she was
uncomfortable, but I can imagine some girls wouldn't mind. Some
might like it. I can dream of the smiling girl crawling into my
lap to snuggle too. That would be heaven."

Mr. Dennison stopped the video and began talking rapidly. "All
the world has a horror of the pedophile, but some of them -- he's
actually rather typical -- don't want to rape anyone. He wants to
caress, to snuggle, to be nice to his girl. You Belithians are
famous for your appealing physique. It would only take a few
children... Volunteers only, to be compensated."

The Interior Minister said, "There's a reason why the world hates
pedophiles."

"You're right, there is. Mostly it's the assumption they're all
molesters. Most of them aren't. I realize what I'm proposing is
sexual access for compensation. Prostitution. It's tolerated in
some places, but no one likes it. On the face of it, it's a
simple exchange. Cash goes one way, and sexual access goes the
other -- sexual access that under other circumstances a woman
would enjoy providing. The problem is that paternity matters
enormously to men and to women. Men will provide for children who
they believe are their own, women therefore desperately want a
reliable man to feel sure he's the father. Sex with the wrong guy
can be devastating, but sex with the right guy is essential." He
waved his hands. "But that's evolutionary psychology, and not
essential to the point.

"But... but! That's all in our past. We can transcend that
limitation, and reinvent ourselves. No one gets pregnant today
unless they want to. We have foolproof paternity tests.

"Now let's talk about boys and small girls. They certainly don't
get pregnant. The shame is just an artifact of our past. If you
think about it, the stigma really ought to be less too -- an
ordinary man can get a wife or a girlfriend, so we can look down
on him if he goes to a prostitute. The pedophile can't do that.

"We can take a bold step that no other country will take. Only
volunteers, remember. We can do a thorough screening for STIs."

The Trade Minister said, "And how great is the demand?" Just like
an economist...

"The potential demand is huge. Sex tourism has been around
forever. It is a significant business, but aside from the legal
dangers, it has drawbacks. Men will find sullen, poor children
who know they are being exploited. Remember what the guy said? He
didn't want to play with her feet if the girl didn't like the
idea! If we can provide happy children who are volunteers, who
are well-suited to that kind of interaction, who are taught that
it is a good thing, ones who you honor for bringing in income...
That will look and feel entirely different to the customers. I'd
suggest a potential $15 billion annual business within ten
years."

That made the Prime Minister sit up in his chair. That was on the
order of a quarter of Belithia's GDP!

"And that's just for Phase One," said the speaker.

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Masha had always been an affectionate girl, and a fearless one to
boot. Her mother Sonia watched her as she watched the video. The
8-year-old smiled when the man gave the woman a big bouquet of
roses and when he danced around the hall with her. She smiled
when he went down on one knee to sing a love song to her. Then it
showed them side by side on a sofa, the woman leaning against the
man, who had his arm around her. Then the scene switched to
another man waltzing around with a girl of about 8, and Masha
looked intently. He gave her a big bouquet of flowers too, and he
got down on one knee and sang a love song. Then it showed them
standing, him kissing her on the cheek, tenderly, over and over,
and stroking her hair.

The video cut to a young woman with a warm smile. "Would you be
happy doing that? To have a man who adores you? And likes to
touch you?" As she continued to speak, it cut back to the man
sitting on a sofa, and the girl climbing up and snuggling against
his chest, smiling dreamily. "It's a way a girl can be very
important, but only if you think it would be fun. What do you
think? Would you like to do that with a man who treats you like
that?" The video stopped.

Masha looked thoughtful.

"What do you think?" asked Sonia.

"Looks fun," she said. "But why would a man want to do that with
a little girl like me?"

"That's just the way some men are," said Sonia. "Want to try it
and see how it goes?"

"Sure!"

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Bob had flown all this way to Belithia, changing planes in
London. Aside from the airfare which he paid, it was just $300 to
cover his room -- a special introductory offer. Now he got to
meet a girl -- a girl named Masha, a girl he knew from the video
to be slender with a cute face, a very nice smile, big blue eyes
and shoulder-length blond hair.

She looked a little uneasy when she walked in. He was nervous --
in fact if he let himself think about it the wrong way, he was
terrified. But he needed to think about it the right way.

"Hi, Masha," he said softly. What a gorgeous creature!

"Hi," she said.

"I... I brought you some presents. A book."

"I learn English," said Masha with a thick accent.

"OK, let me read you the book. It's in English." He patted the
place beside him on the sofa and she hopped up and sat next to
him. He began to read, showing her the pictures. She asked,
"What's that?" a number of times, and he explained as best he
could.

There was a lot she didn't catch, but she was soon giving him big
smiles, and then she leaned against him.

He put his arm around behind her and stroked her shoulder.

She snuggled up tighter.

He pulled away and put the book down, then turned to look at her
earnestly. "Can I... Can I?"

She looked at him blankly, so he slowly reached out with his
right fingers to touch her left cheek, and then slowly stroked up
and down.

She smiled at him.

He froze as he remembered the cameras running, capturing the
interaction. They might think he was a pedophile! But he was a
pedophile, and they knew it. And he was allowed to stroke her
cheek if she didn't mind. He next stroked her hair several times,
then let his hand slide around to gently touch her neck.

"You like my body?"

"Oh, yes, yes... I like your body a whole lot."

"You're funny," she said with a laugh. "I can kiss like woman,"
she said, and slid herself over and sat on his lap facing him.
She then reached forward and offered her lips.

He was surprised but kissed her back, gently. His erection grew
strongly, but fortunately she was sitting far enough back that
she wouldn't feel it.

"How I do?" she asked, pulling back to upright.

"Beautiful, beautiful, amazing!" said Bob, fighting back tears
and smiling. "You don't mind?"

"No, it's fun! ... This?"

She took his right hand in hers and pushed it flat against her
chest.

It was startling -- his hand planted right on a forbidden spot.
He rubbed up and down very gently. A flat girl chest... Doing
this back home could land him in prison. Here they would review
the video, but it was OK. It really was OK, wasn't it? He fought
back his momentary panic. He sighed softly as he moved his hand
around. He could just barely make out with his fingers her
childish nipples under the cloth.

"You happy easy!" said Masha with a big laugh. She got up and
stood in front of him. She then began lifting her dress up
slowly, the hem rising from her knees, sliding up her thighs.
Then she lifted it faster and said, "panties" and quickly lifted
the dress up over her head and tossed it aside. There she stood
in nothing but panties.

He beckoned to her urgently and she came close.

"Oh, my God," he said, and then his hands were out, flying
hungrily over arms, shoulders, back, thighs. Masha laughed. He
slid his hand behind to gently feel the contours of her little
rear end. He pulled her closer and sniffed her chest and tummy.
With a questioning look he gave a little lick with his tongue by
her belly button. She giggled.

"OK?"

"Sure, OK!" said Masha, and he licked more. Hands behind her
back, he pulled her in towards him gently and licked her chest,
especially her nipples, over and over.

"Happy Bob easy, happy easy Bob," she said softly, stroking his
hair. Over and over.

There was noise in the corridor and a soft knock. Bob leapt back,
startled.

"Twenty minutes," said the voice through the door in English and
Belithian and then soft footsteps retreated.

Masha looked puzzled and said, "Bad?"

He realized he probably looked frightened. "Oh, no, no, no, just
startled! But very, very happy." He put his hands on her upper
arms and looked her up and down. Pulling her in to him he reached
his head forward to her face.

She started to kiss him, but he shook his head. When she was
holding still again, he gently kissed each cheek, each eyebrow,
her nose, chin... then he turned her head to kiss her ear, over
and over, and then nipped it gently, getting a friendly squawk
out of Masha. He turned her head and kissed the other ear and
gave another nip. Then he pulled back, beaming. A lifetime's
dream come true!

"You look panties," said Masha impishly. "You look, look, look."
He realized his glance had undoubtedly gone to her crotch over
and over.

"Sorry," he said, getting a little pink.

She laughed. "See in panties?"

He gulped but nodded.

She pulled the panties down to her knees.

He reached out and pulled them all the way down. She stepped out,
and he put the panties beside him on the bed. He would have liked
to sniff, but it didn't feel right.

He reached out with his hand. Could he really touch? Then he
remembered that wasn't in the deal.

But she said, "OK" and when he hesitated, grabbed his hand and
put it firmly on her slit.

It was OK if she initiated, wasn't it? He hoped so.

He let his fingers slide ever so gently down the outer edge of
one labium, then the other, then the center of each lip, ever so
gently. And then even more slowly up and down the centerline
between them.

"Wanna kiss?" she asked, making licking motions.

"Oh, no, no..." he said. He could barely absorb what he'd been
able to do so far.

But as his fingers dropped he just stared at her little slit.

And then she, using both hands, spread the lips to the sides.
"Girl, girl, girl, girl," she said, almost apologetically.

"Of course you're girl. You have just what a girl should have,
and it's amazing and beautiful." He could just make out where her
vaginal opening must be.

A soft knock came on the door again. "Five minutes," said the
voice.

She reached for her panties but his hand got there first. He
turned them right way around and held them near the floor, right
leg hole open. She stepped in, and then into the other hole when
he'd opened that up, and he pulled them up all the way. When they
were seated properly, he cupped her labia in his hand and moaned.

He helped her into her dress too and went to stand by the door.

"Bye, bye. You're nice!" said Masha, reaching up on tiptoes, lips
puckered.

Bob leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss. He opened the door
for her and she left, looking back over her shoulder once with a
friendly smile.

He sat back on the bed. Amazing. In exchange for the special deal
they hoped he would write a glowing review. That would be no
problem! And they wanted to know what he'd be willing to pay for
what he'd just had. Maybe $500? oh, more than that. If it were a
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, what would he have paid? $20,000?
He'd be ashamed to put that on the feedback form, but he figured
it was true.

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The cabinet met again. Mr. Kyle Dennison was their guest. They
had hired him full time. The most important ongoing value he
provided was knowledge of the customer base -- what pedophiles
wanted and how to communicate with them. He visited the girls
himself -- for quality control purposes, he explained. But he
smiled guiltily as he said it -- he was a pedophile himself.

For the initial experiment, the government had bought the
Mountain Valley Resort, a venture on the brink of bankruptcy, but
now there were two new luxury hotel complexes under construction
at the site -- just about the only place in Belithia seeing any
new construction at all.

They called it the Companion Program. Demand had exceeded initial
expectations. For two hours with a friendly girl who was willing
to strip and let a man touch her anywhere, the median price was
$3,000. Why so high? Low supply -- nowhere else in the world
could a man do this legally. And high quality -- the girls were
genuinely happy. Johns didn't usually care whether their
prostitutes were happy or not, but Mr. Dennison had explained the
difference. Men who like love and romance get real girlfriends
and get married. Prostitutes are for the ones who just want sex.
But the pedophiles who like love and romance had no options -- so
most of Belithia's customers wanted to know that the girls were
happy. The other pedophiles already had a partial solution with
old-style sex tourism with sullen girls. They didn't care so much
whether the pussy they fucked was embedded in a sullen girl or
not. But that was not the market Belithia was after. Belithia was
serving a much larger, more lucrative market.

When the Companions Program was announced, there was some moral
outrage in Belithia, but the seriously depressed economy was a
powerful countervailing force. There was nothing they could say
to appease those who objected on religious grounds. Secular foes
were invited to intensive courses that explained the situation.
Most persuasive were the girls who gave glowing reports of their
experiences. Skeptics cited the experience of the West, where
even children who had enjoyed their sexual encounters at the time
later came to feel deeply traumatized. Mr. Dennison's
psychologists patiently explained the differences: Here there
were no secrets. The girls volunteered with the approval of their
parents. They could drop out at any time, and were offered free
counseling whenever they wanted. They constituted a community and
as they grew older could continue to look to each other for
support. The interactions were videotaped. The occasional man who
crossed boundaries was sent packing. What's more, there wasn't
actually any sexual activity.

That last point was one of the most effective. It helped them
weather the negative publicity. Now it had died down, and it was
time to move to the next phase. There was going to be sexual
activity. A new wave of protest and complaint was certain, but
they expected that it too would subside before reaching crisis
proportions.

Sex could be expected to accelerate growth in the revenue stream.

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10-year-old Sven closed his eyes and smiled. The guy might be
kind of old and paunchy, but what he was doing with his tongue
was amazing. Sven's cock was hard in his mouth, and the guy had
asked him to moan or squeeze his hand or something when it felt
better. He was trying to give him an orgasm, and Sven thought he
just might succeed, as his moans guided the man's actions. "Oh,
yeah," he said as it felt especially good, "Aaaahhhhh!" he said
as he came, his cock doing its dry twitches.

The man turned around with a big smile. "Now, if you don't mind
using your hand -- sure it's OK?" he asked, his own cock sticking
out straight.

"It's fine," said Sven. The man squirted a little lube onto his
penis and lay on his back. Sven sat beside him, took it in his
hand, and started rubbing.

"You mind if I hold yours?" asked the man, and when Sven shook
his head he fondled Sven's limp organ as Sven stroked back and
forth.

"Oh, God, that's so great, if you could just do that forever...
But your hand's going to get tired..." Sven didn't deny it. "A
little faster, just a few more seconds..." Sven saw his body
tighten. The man was silent as sperm erupted from his tip. Sven
kept on rubbing, like he'd been taught.

"Oh, that was amazing. You are such a wonderful boy! Now can we
just lie down for a few minutes together?"

"Sure," he said, lying on his side as the guy spooned against his
back, caressing his arm and knee.

After 15 minutes or so the guy got up, and Sven turned onto his
back and watched him dress. "That was sure fantastic," said the
man.

Sven didn't pretend it was fantastic. "Glad I could help," he
said.

"That felt good, what I did to you, right?"

"Oh, yeah," he said, smiling. That didn't make it fantastic, but
it was still OK.

The man left.

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When they'd described the game the man wanted to play, 4-year-old
Maria thought it sounded fun. Now they sat on the bed side by
side. She was wearing a purple fuzzy dress, white tights and
black shoes.

He offered Maria a candy and she reached out to take it but he
shook his head. Instead, he put it in her mouth directly. Wow, it
sure was tasty! Tiny, but tasty. Half the size of an M&M.

"Keep your lips together and let me slide it in," he said,
demonstrating the next one. "Good girl! ... Can I take your shoe
off?" he asked.

She was about to nod, like she usually would, but she remembered
and shook her head.

"How about for one of these."

Maria nodded and let him slide the little chocolate thing into
her mouth.

He reached down and took her shoe off.

"The other one?"

Again, she shook her head, got a candy, and he took it off.

She demanded and got a little candy for permission to feel her
lower legs, to slide his hands up under the dress, and to press
against her girl privates up under there. And one for letting him
push the dress up around her waist. Another one to take it off
over her head. One to reach up under her undershirt to feel her
chest. Another to take it off.

She kept glancing at him, and he looked so happy. Happy every
time she shook her head, and even happier when she frowned at the
same time. And happy when she relented for the price of a candy.

Now she was in nothing but her panties, and he asked if he could
slide his fingers inside.

She shook her head, and he slid a candy into her mouth.

As he reached down, she said, "Unnh-unnnh, two for that!"

He looked startled, but then smiled brightly and gave her
another. She let him feel down the front of her panties to her
girl parts.

She demanded 3 candies to let him take the panties off, 2 to
spread her legs wide apart, and 3 for permission to bring his
face in close to look, sniff, and then lick.

First the licking was funny. Then it was warm and comfortable,
and then it was feeling kind of good. She didn't ask for any
candies. Partly he wasn't doing anything new, and partly it felt
pretty nice. The good feelings went on a long time, getting
better and better. She closed her eyes and finally with his
tongue licking oh so nicely, they burst in a wave of pleasure. He
came up to lie beside her as she lay back, smiling. She'd done
that herself a couple times, gone all the way to that wonderful
feeling, but it had never happened with anyone else.

She had an impish though, sat up, and reached for the bag of
candies. She took a handful and shoved them at the man's mouth.
When he figured out what she was doing he opened wide to let her
stuff the candies in. He beamed at her as he chewed and
swallowed, going "Mmmmm."

Then he took off his clothes. She wondered about asking for
candies to let him do that, but that was his body, not hers.
Shortly he sat before her, stiff penis sticking straight up.

"Would you touch it for me?" he asked softly.

She shook her head.

"For a candy?"

She nodded, the candy went in, and she touched it.

Another came her way for stroking it gently, she demanded two for
kissing it, and four for taking the tip in her mouth.

He then produced a tube and spread some dark, very sticky stuff
on the uppermost inch of his penis, then he gave her a bit to
taste. Delicious!

Surely she was meant to lick it off the stiff prong, and she set
about it happily, licking back, sides, front, tip... He gave
little sighs and murmurs. When she had it clean she pulled back.
He put more of it on his organ, and showed how he'd love it if
she took the whole thing into her mouth like a popsicle. He
gasped and whimpered and held her head gently in his hands.

"Oh, God, that's so nice. One more thing, OK?"

She pulled back, he quickly smeared more of the stuff on his
cock.

"And this is for letting me spurt the stuff into your mouth, OK?"
He took a little dropper and squirted it into her mouth. That was
delicious! Chocolate, coconut and something else wonderful. She
set about licking energetically and sliding it in and out of her
mouth. He took her head in his hands a bit more firmly, and
pressed his cock forward and back a little, getting more and more
excited, and then all at once the stuff was splooshing into her
mouth as he gasped and groaned, breathing hard. With all the
yummy chocolate and caramel and coconut flavors in there it just
tasted a little mysterious, and she just swallowed it all. He
gave her another two squirts from the dropper. He looked about as
happy as a man could look.

He lay on his side and nudged her into position in front of him
so he spooned against her back.

"You didn't ask," she said with a smile.

"Oops," he said, and put five little candies in her mouth. She
bit his fingers gently, and they both giggled.

After a while he sat up and she turned to face him. He stroked
his hand down her cheek. "You're so, so wonderful," he said.

She smiled. It had been fun. Very tasty too.

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Six-year-old Natalia watched the TV. It was the first
Appreciation Day.

A girl her age stepped out of a white limo. A man in a tuxedo
offered his arm while other men looked on respectfully. She had
on a frilly salmon-colored dress with matching hat. She walked on
his arm up a red carpet, through a doorway and into a ballroom.
He brought her past a line of 5 men in suits and ties -- the CEOs
of five of the most successful companies in Mountain Valley.

The first man knelt before her, took her hands, and looked into
her eyes. "I want to thank you so much, Anya, from the bottom of
my heart. We so appreciate what you've done for us."

The girl smiled graciously and her escort led her to the next
man, who also got down on his knee. He didn't take her hands, but
did say, "I don't know what we'd do without you. You've changed
our lives, you and the other girls and boys in the Companions
Program. Thank you!"

After the 5th man gave his appreciation, the escort showed her to
a banquet table with fine silver and glass settings and a white
tablecloth. He held her chair for her while she sat.

"Mom!" said Natalia. "What's this?"

Her mother came in from the other room. "Oh, that," she said.
"That's a thank-you dinner for those girls and boys who took, um,
jobs up in that new place. The new economic zone."

"Could I do that? Could I?"

"Oh, I don't know, honey, it's not right what they do."

"What do they do?"

"Something you don't want to do."

"Oh, tell me, tell me!" she insisted.

"OK... They get naked and let men touch their bodies different
ways, including their private parts. That doesn't sound good,
does it?"

Natalia looked at the screen. Ten girls were seated around the
table, in different fun dresses. Grapes and strawberries were
being offered -- things she'd enjoyed maybe once in her life.
"Why not? Does it hurt?"

"Uh, no. No, it doesn't hurt their bodies."

An ice cream sundae appeared in front of the girl. She took a
spoonful and gave a big smile.

"So what does it hurt?"

"Some girls feel bad about it."

The girl lustily enjoying her ice cream sundae didn't seem to
feel bad about anything.

"You really don't think you'd mind? Letting them touch your
private parts?"

Natalia got an impish grin on her face, and pulled down her pants
and panties to her knees. She looked at her privates, at her
mother, and back at her privates.

"I don't see why I'd mind." Noticing her mother's unease, she
said, "Is something wrong with my private parts?"

"No, dear, no, of course not. It's just, well, usually we keep
them hidden."

Natalia's mother talked it over with her father. It was so
strange, and yet Natalia didn't seem to mind the idea. Girls in
the Companions Program were being treated like royalty. And the
money. There was the money -- more than either of them made. And
if Natalia didn't like it, she could just quit. Open-minded. They
were being open-minded.


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Throughout Belithia, it was now well known that Mountain Valley
had become a very attractive place for a family to live. The
people lived well -- very well measured against local standards.
The housing was modern. There were parks and fields, playgrounds
and good schools. And the girls and boys earned enough money for
their families that they could afford nicer things than most
people in Belithia. The families also found as their neighbors
others with similar values. They were liberal-minded families who
were willing to let their daughters and sons be the sexual
playmates of pedophiles. The children themselves had to be
outgoing and well-adjusted to be accepted as Companions, and that
correlated with similar traits in the families they came from.
From conversations with American staff and the men themselves,
the children rapidly became fluent in English -- a key skill for
success later in life.

The demand from pedophiles was strong. They were respectful,
disease-free, sociable men. They were well off enough to afford a
flight to Belithia and the fees for Companions. Many made repeat
visits. Some of the richer ones wanted to live in Mountain Valley
permanently. The government was delighted.

Mr. Dennison made his presentation to the cabinet.

"The Companions Program so far is profitable and growing fast. If
we could attract a critical mass of pedophiles, they could
contribute to the economic vibrancy of Belithia in a more
integrated way. They would stay here and become permanent
residents of Belithia. We could attract some of the most talented
pedophiles from around the world to live here and form highly
competitive businesses. They would have a strong motivation to
make a success of these businesses -- to help Belithia thrive.
Living here, they can have regular sex. If the Belithian employer
goes under, they have to take a job in a country where they can't
have sex at all.

"What could let us develop a critical mass?

"So far, all the pedophiles sign up for individual encounters
with a particular girl or boy, who can then agree or not. A lot
of men are asking for the same girl over and over, and the girl
is often enthusiastic.

"Ordinary men enjoy sex with a variety of women, but most
eventually like the idea of getting married -- having one woman
who they live with, come home to at night, and raise children
with. It is a familiar and rewarding pattern in all human
societies. Lots of pedophiles have the same desire. They want a
small girl to come home to at night, to share a bed with, to
share conversation with. Most also like the idea of being true to
the girl and having her be true to him. With such relationships,
the men will develop roots in Belithia.

"Now, we're not proposing actual marriages. The girls are free to
leave at any time and the men are free to terminate the
relationship as well. We're also not proposing that the girls
leave their families. The families would live here in Mountain
Valley in apartments in the same buildings. They would go to
school during the day, visit their families after school and at
other times, but the evening and night they would agree to spend
with the men.

"Since the housing situation has improved, families are now
allowed to live here in Mountain Valley as long as their
daughters serve as Companions. With this enhancement to the
program, the relationships would likely be more stable and the
security of living long-term in Mountain Valley would be
improved.

"We also think this might attract a new kind of girl -- we expect
some of the shyer ones would get to know a man slowly over a
series of dates and then be happy in a stable relationship with
just him.

"We also think that the gay boys of Belithia could be very
interested in this program, with plenty of boy-attracted
pedophiles who would want long-term relationships with them.

"New men. New girls and boys. Long-term commitment to Belithia.
World-class businesses. Large increases in income.

"That's the summary. Any questions?"

The Human Services Minister had a series of questions. "How does
it work with dating? What if no one's interested in a girl?"

"Excellent question. In this modern age, we can use computer
technology. We can make video of the girls, so a guy knows her
personality pretty well. The guys make videos too. A date only
makes sense if both parties like the other one. A guy would fly
here to Belithia with at least one date lined up -- preferably
more than one."

"How would we know the guy is being nice to a girl? Would there
be videos?"

"First, the guys are screened carefully. Next, parents can ask a
girl or see how she seems. And our trained psychologists will
interview them now and then as well. Finally, if you like, you
can specify that the man's apartment has video monitoring. That's
a cost taken out of her pay, and it may restrict the pool of men
who are interested, but it is an option."

"A lot of ordinary guys are romantic -- they love their women and
expect the women to love them back. The younger girls aren't
going to fall in love, right? They're not psychologically set up
for romantic love, are they?"

"You are correct. The men know that -- they aren't seeking women
in small bodies, they are seeking girls. But if they start with a
basic liking for each other and the men are nice to them, the
girls will naturally bond to them the same way they would to any
favorite grown-up. We have counselors available to the men to
help them with these issues too."

After further questions and answers, Mr. Dennison summed it up.

"We are creating something new here that's never existed before
in the world. We have girls and boys freely choosing to be sexual
or romantic partners with men, with the permission of their
parents. The girls, the parents, and the men all constitute
groups where they can share with others in the same situation.
That's in addition to the professional support. And we may
develop new ways of doing things that we're not thinking of now
-- whatever we can to keep everybody happy."

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Jacob was a top-notch software architect. He was a nice,
sensitive, guy. And he was a pedophile. When he saw the video of
5-year-old Anya he was captivated. Anya evidently liked him well
enough too. He spent the long flight working through a Belithian
phrase book.

The agreement for the first date was that nothing sexual would
happen and no clothes would come off. It was a success. Anya was
reported to be shy, but she warmed to him quickly. He'd brought a
doll and a dress as gifts and bought locally the makings for a
banana split. After the first 2-hour date and after the staff had
a number of careful conversations with Anya, they were cleared to
do anything they wanted on the second.

Anya laughed as Jacob tried to read her a book in Belithian, and
strained with interest to follow as he read a picture book in
English. She crawled up onto his lap. She wasn't surprised when
he caressed her hair, her cheeks, her arms, and her hands. He
kissed every joint of every finger on her left hand. Her parents
loved her, and no one would ever take their place, but Jacob
cherished her. With his fingers, he caressed her lips ever so
gently until they tingled. Then he kissed her on the lips just as
gently, and she kissed him back. She liked it!

She knew he might gently try touching her other places too, but
she could say no. She wasn't sure in advance what she'd think,
but she liked his hands everywhere! On her back, her chest,
thighs.

She loved the idea of sleeping at his place, and sharing his bed
seemed nice too. He helped her with the tooth brushing and
getting her pajamas on. But once they were in bed he asked her if
she'd take them off, so she did. She kept her panties on,
however. He kept his underwear on too. She could see the bulge in
his briefs that meant he was a man. And she could see it got big
too -- that must be his penis, and they said that happened
sometimes. But she didn't want to see his penis, she knew that.
And he didn't try to show it to her. In bed he touched her in all
the same places, over and over again. He gently cupped his hands
over her private parts, and she found that kind of thrilling.
When he started to move his fingers inside, she said no and he
immediately stopped.

She got sleepier and sleepier as he caressed her gently -- as he
cherished her.

And that was that! After a couple days he moved to a permanent
apartment just down the hall from her parents and sister, so she
got to see them every day. She got to go to kindergarten and make
friends with the new kids -- they were nice! At first she had
supper with Jason every night, but after a while he had to work
late sometimes and she had supper with her family. Occasionally
he went away for several days at a time, and she happily stayed
with them. But most nights she slept with him in his bed. Other
times he was guest at her family's dinner.

She rapidly learned English and he almost as rapidly learned
Belithian.

Within a couple weeks she was happy to have him slide his fingers
into her panties, and then to take them off, and then to have him
caress her there. But when he caressed her a certain way it
started to feel funny and she didn't like that. Though it seemed
hilarious to her at first, he licked all over her body and seemed
to love it. But she wouldn't let him lick her between the legs.

She also agreed to let him show her his penis, though at first
she kept her distance. He tried to ask her about peeing on
himself, but she didn't get it. Later when she asked her
counselor showed her a video of a guy and the stuff spurting out,
and while it seemed weird she didn't mind. The counselor said it
was something men really, really liked to do. And when she let
Jason do it, it was just the same, with the stuff spurting out
gloop, gloop, gloop onto his stomach. And he seemed so happy!

She agreed to feel some of the goop and sniff it as long as she
could wipe her hand right away. Then she thought it was fine to
rub her hand up and down his penis like he did. The stuff came
out fast when she did it! And then she agreed to keep rubbing up
and down even after the stuff came out. That way she got some of
it on her fingers, but she didn't mind because she could just
wipe them off. He really liked it when her hand got goopy like
that.

Once she agreed to let him get above her and squirt the gloop
onto her chest. It wasn't terrible, but she didn't really like
it. It certainly didn't make her feel cherished. So he didn't
suggest it again.

She was willing to spread her own legs wide apart, hold her flaps
open with one hand and slide her pinkie in and out of her vagina
a little bit. He'd kneel below her, eyes riveted to her privates
and stroke himself, then catch the goop in some tissues when it
came out. And when it was done he was just so happy, and he'd
quick put his underpants on and then kiss her and hug her and
cherish her. She liked that just fine.

Her parents were sometimes harsh if she spilled some food or
didn't do what they told her to do, and her sister was mostly
nice but sometimes mean. But Jason never was. She decided to test
the limits. She spilled some food, and he just smiled and cleaned
it up. She did it again. Then she finally made it clear that she
spilled it on purpose. And his eyes suddenly got very sad. He
told her he'd really rather she not do that, but he was almost
crying. So she didn't do that again, because she wanted him to be
happy.

They took baths together, and he loved washing her hair and every
other place. When she figured out he was washing between her legs
more than she needed to get clean, and it started feeling funny,
she looked at him sternly. He gave a guilty grin and stopped.

He asked once if he could watch her pee, which seemed weird at
first. But he knelt on the floor and looked intently down there
and sighed when the pee dribbled out. She noticed his penis
getting big and long just from watching that. So when she was in
the mood, she'd tell him in advance when she was going to pee and
usually he'd come in and watch. Once she just held it while he
was watching and didn't go. But he seemed to figure out her plan
and just sat there looking at her privates. She got bored and
then said she didn't have to go after all. But he wasn't fooled.
He smiled, kissed her on the forehead, and left. Ten minutes
later she went back and peed without inviting him to watch.

In the bath they faced each other, both with legs apart. He had
his eyes fixed on her privates and his penis was big and hard. On
a hunch she reached forward and rubbed it. He gave a big grateful
smile and before long spurted and moaned.

Once he was in the bath with a stiff penis, and she agreed to sit
on his lap facing the same way he was. As she lowered herself her
privates touched against the back of his penis and pushed it out.
She laughed because it almost looked like she had a penis. He was
gasping with excitement, so she rubbed his tip with her fingers,
making him really excited, and before long she made him spurt. He
suggested doing it again later but she refused. Every now and
then, a couple times a year, she was in the mood and did that
again, and he always thought it was very special.

What she liked most was the fun things he was always telling her
and showing her, and how she could snuggle up against him when
she wanted. And how she knew he was there next to her at night,
warm and comforting.

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The Prime Minister sat in the large chair of his formal, official
office. The one with carved wood panels, marble floor, and
elaborate furnishings. Turning in his swivel chair, he put his
hands behind his head, looked out the window, and smiled.

Eight years earlier, there seemed no hope. Now, Belithia was not
just healthy, it was an economic powerhouse. The pedophile
economy. No other country would provide pedophiles what they
really wanted in life. Belithia did. And they came. Or rather,
they applied, and the foreign ministry accepted the cream of the
crop. They say 1% of men are true pedophiles. But if you include
those whose top choice in life is the 13-year-old girl, the
number soars -- maybe 10%? And so, in every land, potentially 10%
of the best and brightest had a strong motivation to come to
Belithia. Most did not, of course, but even 2% of the top talent
in the world in one place was a major influx. The enclave had
exploded out of Mountain Valley into surrounding areas and into
several towns. Men and boys could walk hand in hand. Men and
girls could too. They could sit on park benches and kiss. Wolf
whistles directed at 6-year-olds were an occasional problem.
Enterprising folks gathered enthusiastic boys and girls for strip
clubs.

Top talent in one place. And not just in one place that was also
happy, often for the first time in their lives. Many just visited
Companions for affairs or one-time sexual encounters. But others
had child partners. Happy child partners who could leave at any
time but chose to be with them. The pedophiles were among their
own kind. It was common to have a man burst out of his office and
roar, "I'm a pedophile!" And the others would put up a mighty
roar, screaming, "Congratulations!" "Me too!" Creative men,
grateful men, happy men made things happen. Software, hardware,
robotics, precision machinery, bio-engineering, genetic
engineering... there was a company in each field that was already
world-class or on its way. Cutting edge advances attracted
top-tier non-pedophiles too. And now the expectation of success
itself ensured success. If a nanorobotics company was forming in
Belithia, everyone knew it would be a top contender, so the best
applied and came and made sure it became that top contender. They
came from the USA, Canada, and the UK. But also India, Japan,
Brazil, Germany, even some from China. The best and brightest
pedophiles from every land.

Initially the friendly, happy sex tourism had brought in lots of
revenue. But when the pedophiles immigrated, they brought their
capital with them, and they paid for the privilege of a boy or
girl's company -- to the child's family, the Mountain Valley
consortium, and (he smiled) the treasury of Belithia itself. As
the companies flourished, they brought in tax revenue too.

It was only 1% of the population of Belithia that lived in the
Mountain Valley area with a child in the program. But the parents
had an inside track to good support jobs within the Companions
Program and more recently the corporations themselves. Others
arrived just to fill the other lower-level positions. They bought
things, injecting money into the economy to multiply as it
spread, and they sent money to relatives, stimulating more
distant provinces as well.

Arbitrage. The rest of the world undervalued pedophiles. Belithia
prized them, made them happy, and earned rich returns.

Mr. Dennison had warned them of other countries trying to copy
their success, and had followed the trends carefully. There was
one country that had started to offer something they didn't.
Penetration. But they could do that too, and they were right on
it.

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At 10 years old, Jeff had become the companion of Bill. At first
it had gone OK, but Bill had a habit of looking into his eyes so
earnestly it made him uncomfortable. Of asking about love over
and over in a way he didn't understand. When Bill sucked him off
he liked that just fine, and he was happy doing that for Bill
too, as long as he didn't come in his mouth. But after an initial
flurry, the sex declined to around once a week. He didn't quite
get what he was spending time with Bill for. After consulting
with the counselors, Jeff had moved out. He was best suited to
the two-hour interlude, or sometimes the 5-minute interlude.

Now he listened to the boy explaining the latest.

"It's really not bad at all -- feels kind of nice, actually! You
practice with this dildo thing -- practice relaxing your muscles
so you don't clench up when it goes in. There's this ointment to
help with the stretching too. And then the man's dick goes in the
same way as the dildo. And then they blow their load up inside
and get really, really happy."

"It sounds kind of gross."

The woman spoke up. "You don't have to do it if you don't want
to. No one has to do anything they don't want -- I can't say that
enough times. So anyone who doesn't want to can leave now. Or
stay for a while and leave later."

Jeff thought what the woman said wasn't really quite true. Yeah,
he didn't have to do it, but if he quit, he and his mother would
have to leave Mountain Valley. She was too messed up emotionally
to be able to get a job, so they'd be back with her family. He
sure didn't want that. So he could quit, but... it would have to
be pretty bad for him to quit.

One of the 20 boys left. "Now we'll show you some videos." And
they saw video of men mounting smiling boys, working it in
gently, and humping away. Sometimes the boys were stiff and
sometimes they weren't. But sooner or later -- sometimes in 10
seconds -- the men moaned and sighed and looked incredibly happy,
and then withdrew.

Seemed OK to Jeff. He'd give it a try. It went OK.

He got more work than ever. He didn't mind. Occasionally he'd get
a guy who just kind of turned hi off. But he realized he'd
actually do stuff he didn't like as long as he and his mom could
stay in Mountain Valley.

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"Can everyone say 'vagina'?" The leader of the class was a young
woman, maybe 18 years old.

"Vagina!" said the chorus of girls.

"Pussy, twat, cunny... All words for vagina."

There were smiles, and some of the girls murmured those words.

"Most of you know men are real fascinated with your vagina. You
know that's how men and women do it. Penis goes into vagina -- in
and in and in -- he shoves it in and out, and then he shoots the
stuff way up inside. And that's how they make babies too."

"My Dave sticks it right at the opening to my vagina and squirts
it into me. And sometimes he presses it pretty hard."

"Right! That's the reflex all the men have, really. To get their
penis into the vagina, to get it really deep, and to squirt up
there. But the stiff, big penis just doesn't fit up into little
girls, not until you get big enough."

"My sister's 12 and she lets guys stick it in. They really like
it and she says it feels pretty nice too."

"Right, 12 is near the age where your bodies naturally get ready.
But the doctors have been busy to help out you younger girls too.
We have a way now so your vagina can get big enough. It involves
ointment and sticking things in there. Gradually you stick bigger
and bigger dildos in, and then you're all ready."

"It sounds icky," said a small girl in the front.

"Yeah, it does seem that way to some girls, and you can drop out
any time. But I've got a couple with me today, Petra and Kira, to
tell you about it. Petra?"

A girl of about 8 stood up.

"Show them how it fits?"

"OK," she said, and fished a big dildo out of her dress pocket,
then hitched up her skirt and put a foot on the table. She wore
no underwear. "First I get a little excited, like this..." She
rubbed herself between the legs.

The young woman said, "If you don't like that kind of feeling,
you can use lubricant instead."

"Who doesn't like that?" said a girl in the back, and many others
smiled and nodded.

The girl said, "And here it goes..." They all watched intently as
the big thing -- as big as a good-sized penis -- opened her up
and then slid in. In and in and in.

"That doesn't hurt?"

"No! It's amazing! It feels weird at first, but you get used to
it. It actually feels nice, kind of like when you rub with your
fingers."

"It's natural," said the woman. "It feels nice on us women so
we're enthusiastic about getting pregnant, but sometimes it
already feels nice to girls your age."

"And the guy is usually so happy. He's real close to you, since
his penis is right there going in and out. And then when he's
done, he slides it out, like this--" She took the dildo out, and
they observed her vagina close up tight again.

"So the goop -- he spurts the goop up inside?" said a girl with
lip curled in distaste.

"Yeah! You don't even notice it. It's kind of nice in a way, that
there isn't some mess to clean up. It comes out later on your
underpants."

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Mrs. Orlov was hesitant at first. Her twin boy and girl were 4,
and they both took to the sex work as naturals. It was play to
them. But the new baby, now 2 months old... how could she tell
what the baby wanted?

The counselors suggested that she could tell by how she acted. If
she didn't like it, she'd cry or fuss. And the money -- the money
offered for a little time with a 2-month old was impressive.

The guy seemed nice enough. He thanked her profusely. The little
girl was laid out on her back on the waterproof sheet, and the
man gently tugged her diaper down.

"Oh, my God," he murmured, staring at the baby labia like they
were a work of art. And then slowly he began licking. The baby
got very quiet, then began cooing. On and on the man went,
licking, then pausing to admire or lick her inner thighs, then
licking her crack again. Mrs. Orlov could see the bulge in his
pants. But after half an hour the guy rose, sighed, thanked her
and left. The baby started fussing seconds after the tongue left
her privates.

The next guy paid as much as her 4-year-olds each earned for
three encounters. He waited patiently while Mrs. Orlov finished
nursing her and burping her. Mom had a hunch she was going to
poop, and before long she did.

All cleaned up, she lay completely naked on her back and the man
began caressing her all over. The baby started to fuss. He looked
at mom uncertainly.

"Um, you might try licking her between the legs," said mom. "Last
time she liked that."

The man actually laughed and then dove in. Sure enough, when the
tongue began its gentle strokes she stopped fussing and started
cooing.

After twenty minutes he lifted his head. "You really OK if I get
naked and, you know, do what I asked?"

"Yeah, that's fine," said Mrs. Orlov. This guy was handsome, with
a winning smile, and she was a bit ashamed to notice she found it
hot. He stripped and she saw he was toned and muscular, and had a
very stiff erection.

The baby started fussing again, so he went back to his tongue
work to quiet her. Then all at once he raised himself up, pointed
his cock tip right at the little girl's labia, and stroked fast.
Seconds later, his seed surged out to cover the baby's labia,
first one blob, then another and another, until the lips were
well covered in slime.

Mrs. Orlov was aroused, and realized she wished he'd been lying
on her with his cock shoved deep up her pussy, thrusting until he
delivered his load into her, rather than onto the baby's little
girl lips.

The guy got dressed and then kissed the little girl's cheeks.
"That was amazing," he said softly. "I guess I should clean this
up," he said.

"Oh, that's fine, I'll handle it!" said Mrs. Orlov confidently.

"Well, OK," said the guy, smiling and whistling as he left.

Pushing aside a brief wave of shame, Mrs. Orlov pulled down her
own pants and panties and spread her legs wide. And she eagerly
fingered the sticky, whitish stuff from her daughter's lips into
her own pussy.

The next day she got a vibrator, and when the men had left and
the baby fussed, she applied it. The fussing stopped at once, and
with some experimentation she found a rhythm that baby seemed to
like. Within a couple minutes she could see the baby shuddering
and going limp. That seemed only fair to give her some relief --
and then it occurred to her that some of the men would like to
watch her do that too. Or even wield the vibrator themselves.

She looked at her little girl lying there in the wake of that
first orgasm. She'd been taught it was wrong, of course. But her
baby was already asleep and seemed content. And the men. The men
didn't want to hurt her -- they would be horrified at the idea of
hurting her. They just found her sexy, and wanted to do this
thing that made them really happy, that the baby didn't mind, and
that she would never remember. And there was the money...

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Looking for a big scoop in Belithia


I just returned to my home country of Belithia for a month,
interviewing everyone I could find.

The Companions Program. A chilling name -- so bland. If it was
"Pedophiles Fucking Children" you'd be less suspicious. I
expected to find girls with dull eyes, submitting to their fate;
parents gleefully counting their money as their kids cried in the
background; and men who liked to screw little children and
enjoyed their suffering. If such things exist, they are well
hidden.

The religious folks hate the very idea of encouraging adult-child
sex because it's immoral and against God's will. Yawn. So is
extramarital sex, in their opinion.

Lots of folks, especially in the countryside, think the Companion
Program is immoral and they'd never sign their kids up for
something like that. So they don't. Yes, they're against the
Program -- but many of them do admit that the prosperity really
is a wonderful thing. They're split on whether other parents
should be able to send their kids or not -- but they don't seem
adamantly opposed.

Only one or two admitted that they'd applied with their kid but
she got rejected. But lots of them said they'd heard rumors about
neighbors. And a couple times I met the neighbors' kids and could
see why they were rejected, if the rumor was true. Some of these
folks had bad things to say about it, but you can suspect some
sour grapes psychology.

Then over in Mountain Valley itself -- your first impression is
of a very lively place, not at all what you'd expect in this part
of the world. All the buildings in good repair and the
landscaping tidy, the parks and playgrounds modern and more fun
than over here (not so worried about lawsuits from falling off
the swings here). The people seem purposeful and happy. No
beggars, of course. And the kids -- the kids seem almost magical.
There are some siblings that aren't in the Program and just live
with their families, but most of the kids are Companions, and
they've been screened. They do seem at a glance to be attractive,
outgoing and resilient. The ones I talked to in depth reinforced
that impression.

I'd ask them what it's like, they'd ask if I'm a reporter. I said
yes, and sometimes they'd just roll their eyes and run away.
Other times I'd ask them what it's like and they'd just smile and
say it was fine as they walked away.

I got a group of 4 boys of about 12 years old who seemed eager to
talk about how horrible it was. They proceeded to list improbable
scenarios, such as the guy who kept going at him for three days
straight so he couldn't sleep. They sounded like boys everywhere,
exaggerating and being gross. But not boys who are suffering.

I pestered a couple girls. The one I'll call Pauline said she was
9 and the wife of a guy named Isaac. His girl wife. He was really
nice to her. Gave her presents. Taught her stuff, listened to
whatever was on her mind. I asked what went on in the bedroom.
She paused, smiled, and asked her 10-year-old friend Heidi to
play her and she'd play Isaac. They seemed excited by the
prospect of doing this dramatic scene.

Heidi lies on the ground and Pauline lies down beside her,
caressing her everywhere.

"You're so wonderful, I love you so much." She has switched to
flawless English.

"That's nice," says Heidi, uncertainly.

"Nah, you smile and say you like him too."

"OK, 'You're such a wonderful man.'"

"I love your eyes, your hair, everything about you." She turns to
me and says, "We're both naked, see. And he likes everything
about me."

"And is he aroused?"

"Aroused?"

"With an erect penis."

"Oh, an erect penis. Yeah, a lot of the time. And then after a
while he'll say, 'Would you mind doing it?' And I always say no,
because I don't mind. Then he does like this."

She leans over her friend and begins kissing her and rubbing her
between the legs.

"Hey," says her friend, switching back to Belithian momentarily.
"Just pretend, OK? I'm not a lesbo!"

They giggle and then the lips don't actually touch, the hand
stays a centimeter away from Heidi's crotch. "Then I say, 'OK,
I'm ready.' And he does this."

She mounts her friend and starts humping away. She holds herself
up on her hands, saying, "Oh, God, that's so nice, oh, I love you
so much. I love looking down at you." She humps faster. "Oh, yes,
yes, yes, that's so nice, oh, I love you, oh, oh, oh,
aaaaahhhhh!" Then she lets herself down onto her friend, snuggles
up beside her, and says, "Oh, you're so nice, so nice, mmmmm,"
nibbling her friend's ear.

I interrupt. "How does that make you feel?"

"It's nice. Warm and comfy. I know he cares about me."

"But when he's actually doing it to you, when he's got his penis
in you?"

"That's nice too. I love seeing him so happy."

"And you, do you feel pleasure?"

"A little, maybe. It feels pleasant when his cock is sliding in
and out. He's tried getting me turned on with his tongue and
everything, but I don't really like it."

"You're so weird," says Heidi.

"Maybe, but you're a sex maniac!"

"Am not!" says Heidi, laughing.

I interrupt. "You said 'maybe' -- do you think most girls like
it?"

Pauline answers. "Yeah, probably most do. Or at least a lot do."

"So how often does this happen?"

"These days, like once a week, maybe twice. Early on we did it a
couple times a day."

"And does it hurt?"

"Hurt?"

"In your, um, vagina." For some reason I repeat the word in
Belithian.

"Hear that?" she says to Heidi. "'Um, vagina'"? And she repeats
it in Belithian too.

Addressing me: "Pussy, snatch, cunt. Would you turn pink to say
'cunt'?"

"Gee, I don't know," I say, probably turning a bit pink. I don't
think we talked this way when I was a girl.

"Cunt. No, my cunt is just fine, after the medicine stuff. He's
got a nice, big, fat cock and it slides in easy and doesn't hurt
at all."

"Do you realize he's abnormal? That most men wouldn't want to do
that with a girl like you?"

Pauline thinks a moment. "I dunno. Maybe. He's sure not abnormal
around here... Now you should talk to Heidi, the slut sex
maniac."

"Yeah, what's your story?"

"I like sex. Ever since we started. Lots of the guys love getting
in down there with their tongue, and it feels great. I come
pretty easily, and I love it. And then after I come, I love to
feel their big hot meat fill me up. The guys I get matched up
with don't tell me they love me and stuff."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"Oh, good. They're being honest. They don't love me, they love
fucking me. Fucking me up the cunt."

Her friend mimes shock, putting her finger to her mouth. "What
language!"

"And I love how it feels going in and out. Some of 'em barely get
it in before they moan and groan and squirt."

Pauline interrupts. "She means the guy ejaculates. Squirts semen,
see?"

I nod gamely.

Heidi says, "Others go on a while and I get excited again.
Sometimes they'll use their fingers, and some of them know how to
get the angle just right and I come again and they're real happy
about that. And then they groan and squirt, and get right off and
get dressed. They usually smile and thank me and stuff, but
they're out of there pretty quick."

"And... let me guess, you feel good about it. I mean, I know you
feel good when you have an orgasm, but how do you feel *about*
it?"

"I feel good. They can't get happy like that anywhere else in the
world, they say. And if they think I'm sexy and can make me feel
good and have a good time and pee in my pussy --" both girls
giggled, "-- that's fine with me."

"Tell her about the gang bangs."

"Well, once I'm aroused like that, even if I've come once or
twice, I like the idea of more. And some of the guys like the
idea of a whole bunch of them doing me at once -- so now and then
we set that up. Like five guys will get naked --"

"It was 17 once, remember?"

"Yeah, it was," she giggled. "Seventeen guys naked, most of them
with stiffies, urging each other on, and urging them into my
pussy, and urging them to finish."

Pauline turned to me and brought her face close to mine. "That
means, come way up her cunt, shoot her full of jizz. Ha, you
turned pink again!"

"And they do finish, and slide out, and the next guy slides in.
And he pumps away and spurts. And each load of cum lubes it up a
bit more so the next one doesn't chafe. The thing about the 17
that wasn't so nice was the guy who wanted to stick it in my
mouth, and actually tried doing it. Two other guys shouted at him
for that, since they know I don't take penis in my mouth. So
nothing bad happened but it kind of broke the mood. I wasn't
quite so hot for the next couple guys."

"Do you really mean that the next couple did it against your
will?"

"No," Heidi said. "I just wasn't like totally enjoying it. I
still liked letting them get happy. But cock fucking in and out
has a way of turning me on, and especially when it gets big at
the end and they gasp and you know they're pumping in the sperm.
So by three guys later I had my next orgasm. So they all did it
-- one guy just wanted to jerk himself and splat on my tummy, and
that was fine too. It's kind of hot to see it coming out, gloop,
gloop, gloop, and know that's what's happening up inside when the
other guys do it. A couple of guys did me again -- I lost track."

"And what happened then?"

"They all went away, most of 'em thanking me warmly -- even if
they called me a slut and cum dump while they were fucking me, I
know it's just like an act."

"You think they respect you?"

Heidi was thoughtful. "Yes, yes I think they do. It's the way
things are around here. We all know the guys respect us and are
thankful."

Pauline nodded.

"What about the guy who tried to stick his penis in your mouth?"

"He probably got counseling, probation, something like that."

"What if you'd been alone and he'd really just forced it in?"

She glanced at her friend. "Yeah, that happened to one of the
girls. He had the choice of prison or getting deported."

"No, not him! He had the choice of prison or prison or prison!"

"Oh, that's right."

"What if he said it didn't happen and she was making it up?"

They looked at me. "It's all on video, right?"

"Oh yes, sorry, I'd forgotten. What about the girl? Was she OK?"

"Yeah, she took some time off, a bit of counseling."

"I think it was like 3 days off," said Pauline, and they both
giggled.

"And how do you feel about everything being on video?"

"It's for our protection. They erase them right away unless
there's some incident."

So that's how that interview went. As you can tell, they opened
up and told me a lot of intimate stuff. But nothing about feeling
used or mistreated.

I tried to find some younger kids. Two little boys and a little
girl, like 4 or 5. No problems, no clouded expression or avoiding
the subject. They were just fine with men taking their little
penises in their mouths, or having the guy spurt goo onto their
chests, and the girl -- apparently she was 'married' and her
'husband' doesn't ever touch her privates. He just looks. But
he's really nice to her and she's obviously fond of him.

I found a couple parents who admitted that it was a big
adjustment and different from what they'd learned growing up.
It's worth noting that there was a lot less hysteria in Belithia
culture to begin with.

The thing parents seemed most uneasy about was the idea that
money is changing hands. The program doesn't give them a detailed
breakdown of fees, but when their kids do more sex the checks are
bigger. And if they do something that men find really hot and
kinky, the checks can grow even larger. The rules are that they
say nothing specific to the kids about that, and there are social
workers interviewing the kids and the parents on a regular basis.

There are siblings here that didn't pass the test, and there are
those who just don't want to do it. They don't explain why, they
just don't. They tend to be more shy, socially awkward kids. But
others just don't want to. There's a lot of variety in the human
condition.

So I couldn't find any horror in Belithia. The prostitution
aspect is the most disturbing. But it really does seem to be all
volunteers, just like the government says. And these days, if a
girl or boy changes their mind, they can bail and the family can
still stay in the Mountain Valley area and get a 'pension'.

The pedophiles are mostly very respectful, and the occasional
lapse is dealt with harshly. There is a lot of support available.
It really does look like "pedophile arbitrage" -- they've found a
way to let pedophiles have happy sex without kids getting hurt --
and Belithia is reaping handsome rewards.

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Julia and Ken lived with their parents at Mountain Valley, and
they were both in the Companions Program. They'd always fought a
lot, even though they each had their own room. Now their parents
had taken them back to visit their grandparents over vacation.
Here they had to share a room, but at least not a bed. The first
night they were tired from the long drive. But the second night
they talked.

Ten-year-old Ken said, "Sure is boring out in the sticks like
this. And then I've gotta share a room with YOU."

Eight-year-old Julia said, "Ha! Well, I hate it too. Why don't
you go sleep in the hall?"

"No way. You!" After a pause, he continued, "At least we get a
break from the men."

"I guess. What, you don't like it?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Keep the guys happy, make some money. But I'm
happy to take a break."

"Do they, like, do it in your rear end?"

"Me? No way! Mostly they just rub my thing, and I rub theirs. I
get 'em to spurt and they're done. It's a sticky mess but easy
enough to clean up. But sometimes they take my thing in their
mouth. That can feel really good."

"Yeah, sometimes they lick me down there and it feels nice. When
I was younger they spurted on me, but that hardly happens any
more."

"Why not?"

"They do it in my vagina instead."

"Oh. You never said that."

"Why would I? You're always being mean to me." Ken didn't
disagree. "You don't know much about vaginas, do you?"

"Well, how would I?"

"Yeah, that's right. I've learned all about penises but you don't
know anything about vaginas. Ha, ha!"

"Yeah, well lucky you! Why don't you pull down your panties and
give me a guided tour."

"Yeah, right!" Julia's memories of playing doctor when they were
younger were not so good. He'd made fun of her. But now she'd
been with lots of men. They didn't make fun of her -- they adored
her body, and she felt confident.

"You could suck my dick and make me feel good." Ken laughed.

"Yeah, right! Why don't you suck my pussy instead!"

"That's gross."

There was silence. "You know, it feels kind of cool when they
stick it into me."

"Sounds gross to me. I didn't want anything stuck into me, that's
for sure!"

"Yeah, but you don't have a vagina."

"Well, of course not. You don't have a dick!"

Julia glanced over and saw a bulge under the covers. "Ha! Your
dick got hard!"

"So what?"

Seeing the bulge made her start glowing between the legs. "Can I
see it?"

"No way! Or you want to show me your vagina?"

"No..."

"You don't sound so sure." He thought a moment. "I could stick it
in you!"

"Do you want to stick it in me?"

He hesitated.

"Big boys like that more than anything. Are you a big boy?" she
teased.

"I could find out what it's like, anyway. I could stick it in
you, right? You're used to it."

"If I let you. The men are all really nice to me. Why would I let
you? You're always mean to me. "

"Not as mean as you are to me!"

"Ha!"

There was a pause. It would be interesting and kind of cool to
have her brother doing it to her. When men did it they were kind
of... vulnerable. "You scared?"

"No!" He rolled out of bed and sat on hers.

"You might get cooties!" she said playfully, pulling the covers
down. "Strip!"

"What about you?"

"You get on top of me and I'll pull my panties down. But you
gotta let me see what you're gonna stick in."

"Well, OK," he said, ditching his underpants.

"Oh, it's so little and cute!"

"Thanks a lot!" He shoved her, hard, stood up, and paced.

"Sorry. I mean, I know you're not a man, big surprise! It's OK.
I'd... I'd be curious what it's like. "

He lay down on his bed, facing away from her. But he didn't get
under the covers.

"You'd get to find out what it's like... what it's like inside a
girl. Inside a vagina."

He got up with a sulky expression and lay down on her, stiff
little dick sticking out.

She kept her pajama tops on but pulled her bottoms and panties
down to her ankles, then instinctively covered her privates with
her hands. "Lie down on me... get closer..." She guided the
little thing to just the right spot. "Push..."

"Oh, oh that's cool!"

"So get it in more... like that..." It was so little, but it was
stiff, and it was in. Her vagina was stretchy and clutched it as
tight as a big man's dick. "And now... yeah, you got the fucking
part!"

"I'm fucking my sister!"

"My vagina grabbed my brother's cock. Ha, ha!"

"Yeah, this is good... You're good for something after all,
maybe."

If he liked it on a regular basis, she'd have something he
wanted. He might treat her better. The rapid poking by the hot,
stiff little thing felt nice, but didn't get her sexy nerves. She
reached in and touched herself.

"What you doing with your fingers?"

"That makes it feel good for me. It feel good for you?"

"Oh, yeah. I think I'm gonna come!"

"Hey, go for it... That's what vaginas are for, making guys come.
I'll just wiggle here..."

He held himself up above her, and she could see him looking down
at her nightshirt, then down below where their bodies were
joined. He fucked in and out hard.

As his breathing got faster she felt his little cock getting
bigger inside her. And in his excitement he really was kind of
vulnerable. She timed it right with her fingers so when he gasped
and said, "Ah!" she was right there with him, having her own
little small release.

He pulled out and hesitated, breathing hard.

"Hey, lie like this," she said, pushing him down beside her. They
lay beside each other awkwardly.

"That was a lot of fun," he admitted. "Maybe you're not just a
cootie farm."

"Maybe you're not just a big dirty lump."

She felt his body relax a bit. She turned and slowly, by shifting
a leg here, a hand there, got so she was snuggled up against him.

They lay quietly together. She hoped she'd fall asleep. But the
sensation of him next to her was new and interesting, and she
felt pretty sure he wasn't about to hit her or say something
mean. She felt him squirm just a bit, a motion she thought she
recognized. Looking up, she saw his little thing was stiff again.

"Wanna do it again?" she whispered.

"Sure!" he said. Within seconds she'd spread her legs for him and
he was on top of her and then in.

He fucked away, and she liked the feeling. Instead of holding
himself up in the air he let himself down on her but didn't crush
her. It felt pretty nice. He adopted a leisurely pace. Minutes
went by -- in and out and in and out... She didn't particularly
want to come again, but she liked the sensation.

He laughed quickly and then started chanting, "Fuck you, fuck
you, fuck you," in time with his strokes.

She chimed in with, "No! Fuck YOU, fuck YOU, fuck YOU!"

"We could take turns," he said. And so they did, boy and girl
alternating on each stroke. He started saying it with more
intensity, maybe remembering how mad he got at her sometimes. And
she responded in kind, dredging up some of the anger stored in a
vast reservoir. Their "Fuck yous" got more intense and faster as
he stroked faster and deeper. She was surprised at how aroused
she was, and when he lifted his head and looked into her eyes,
she saw anger in him too, and knew it showed on her face. They
stopped taking turns and just hissed "Fuck you!" at each other as
she felt him building to orgasm, her excitement rising in tandem.
She had a big come right when he did, closing her eyes a fraction
of a second after he closed his.

He rolled off her and gave her a quick grin. His orgasm seemed to
have consumed some of his anger. She knew it had consumed some of
hers.

He said, "You're not half bad!"

"You either," she said. Under all the meanness, she knew he loved
her too. And now to feel him get vulnerable like that and let him
get happy inside her -- that was nice. Maybe he'd just be nicer.
And maybe if not she'd have it as leverage over him. Mean to your
sister? No more nooky!

His breathing suggested he was asleep, and she felt herself
drowsing off as well.

They admitted their incestuous deed to their counselors, who
promptly probed in search of damage or harm. Apparently they
didn't find it, because it turned out that some men really wanted
to watch a brother fuck his little sister, and they'd pay
handsomely. Sometimes the guy would push Ken off and stick his
own dick in her and come. She noticed some tendency for the guys
to have dicks that were on the small side for adult men -- maybe
they enjoyed the comparison to Ken's.

One guy waited for the siblings to separate, then stuck one
finger into Julia and grasped Ken's dick with his other hand.
Julia and Ken then took turns jerking him until he came.

One guy was jerking himself while Ken was fucking her and kind of
poked in from the side and spurted his come into the space
between their pelvises. With Ken's humping it spread the
stickiness around, which was to Julia both gross and more than a
little bit hot.

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Belithia Software Unlimited had offered Leo a job, and now they
were trying to sell him on it. He was getting a tour of the main
facility.

"We try hard to take care of our employees. We want your full
attention for work, so we try to make everything else easier.
This is our main cafeteria -- we've got top-notch chefs making
lunch and dinner, and breakfast and snack foods are available
around the clock... Down here you'll see these little mini-hotel
rooms so you can crash if you're working hard and need a break...
And now, in this wing, you'll see the weight rooms, the indoor
track, the ping pong tables, and there's the pool... Here's where
you can leave your laundry and it will be done for you by the end
of the day."

"I couldn't help but notice. We passed some rest rooms I saw were
all individual and gender neutral. But what about the ones
labeled 'Boys' and 'Girls'?"

"Aha! Good question. Let's go back there and I'll show you."

He opened the door marked 'Boys' and held it for Leo. But it was
not a rest room. It was instead a sort of combination living room
and play room, and in it were -- a half dozen boys. They looked
up questioningly, but Leo's guide said, "Just giving a tour" and
the boys went back to their games. Then the door opened behind
them, and a man who fit the appearance of a mad scientist walked
in, looking weary. A couple boys looked up, and one said, "Roger,
I bet this guy's looking for you."

Roger got up and came over smiling.

"Oh, Roger," said the mad scientist. "It's so nice to see you. I
could use a break."

"OK!" said the 10-year-old, shrugging. "How do you want it this
time?"

"Wait until we're alone... Let's see -- all the rooms are free."
He led the way to a small bedroom, showed Roger in and shut the
door behind them.

The guide said, "Get it?"

Leo's eyes were wide. "And so, the room labeled 'Girls'?"

"Yes, just like this one, but with girls."

"That's a perk I've never heard of before!"

"We hadn't either, but here at Belithia Software Unlimited we're
always on the cutting edge. Actually, that's an experimental
program, and results are mixed. Some employees find it hurts
their concentration rather than helping it, knowing the boys and
girls are there."

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Martina was 12, with a willowy figure, long blond hair, big blue
eyes, and a pretty face. She was just starting puberty -- breasts
starting to pop out, hips expanding just a bit, pubic hair coming
in as light fuzz.

Now her father and mother had corralled her for a Conversation.

"How's it going?" asked her mother.

"Let's get to the point," said Martina.

Her father spoke. "You've been doing great, you're happy with
your job?"

"Very happy," said Martina.

"We're worried you're working too much."

"I go to school. I get the homework done."

"Yes, yes, we know that. But you don't have many friends."

"Sure, there's Sasha, Amanda--"

"Yeah, but you never spend any time with them. You don't have
hobbies."

Martina sighed. "I love my work. I adore it. My work is my hobby,
and some of the people I work with are my friends too. And I'm
good at it."

Her parents nodded. They knew she was good at it. The deposits
coming in were astounding.

"Well, honey, just so you know -- you can cut back any time --
you can quit any time. It's really up to you -- you know that,
right?"

"Yeah, I know, mom."

"And you can talk to us any time -- or to one of the counselors,"
said her dad.

"Thanks, thanks. I do know. We don't need to have The Talk about
it every day."

"OK, sweetie... Love you."

"Yeah, me too. So I'm off to work now."

She walked down the corridor, up a flight of stairs, through the
enclosed bridge to the next building, down another corridor... to
her favorite suite.

"Hi, Martina," said the secretary. "Your schedule is full, as
usual, and the wait list too."

Martina looked over her shoulder at the names on the screen,
commenting on some of them.

"OK, yes... oooo, yum!... poor guy but he's so sweet... So, no
new customers today?"

"Nope."

"OK, time to get to work!" She went into her green room and
changed into a light blue negligee, combed her hair and looked in
the mirror. She tried not to let it get to her head, but she
really was very pretty. She went into Bedroom A and pressed the
Ready button.

Seconds later the door opened and Don came in, eyes on fire. He
looked her up and down, and she took his robe off, leaving him
naked. His cock was already swelling, and as his fingers slid
over her arms and back she could see it getting stiffer. Don was
handsome and muscular, and looking at his swelling cock got her
in the mood fast. He gently swirled his hand over one tiny
breast, and with the other slid up between her thighs.

She was ready for the next step, so she tossed the negligee aside
and lay back on the bed, legs spread wide.

Don wasted no time in lowering himself onto the bed below her. As
his mouth closed on her pussy he said, "You are so wonderful, you
know, just so wonderful."

"Thanks," she murmured as his tongue made contact. He knew just
how to use it, licking, probing, flicking, gently sucking. Her
breathing was irregular with the pleasure, as she felt the blood
engorging her tissues. She felt her vagina get wet and deep. And
two minutes after he started, Martina shuddered with a "Yes, yes,
YES!" and lay back, catching her breath. But she opened her eyes
to see the treat -- Don clambering up, his big, stiff cock coming
into view, as he spread his legs over hers, lowered himself, and
pressed.

She felt the hot tip enter her and craved the rest. He
accommodated her, jamming in to the hilt. Her pussy held his cock
in its slippery but firm embrace. No subtlety to his approach now
-- he was fucking away as deep and hard and fast as he could. And
in under a minute he shouted, "Oh, Martina!" as his cock spewed
its load inside her. He rolled off her, chest heaving from the
effort, big smile on his face. He cupped his hand over her pussy
as he caught his breath. In half a minute he sat up and grinned
at her. "You OK with that?" he asked. She nodded. "Any
improvements to suggest?" She shook her head and smiled. "OK,
then see you tomorrow? Or wait, I guess it might be a day or
two." Martina smiled apologetically. He put on his robe and left.
Don had probably taken all of 15 minutes.

Martina put on her gown and went through the door into Bedroom B,
and pressed the Ready button. Will was next. He was a big man --
not especially fat, but big and muscular. He tossed aside his
robe. Martina lay on the bed naked, legs together.

"You ready, baby?" Will said. She nodded.

His cock was already stiff as he knelt below her. He moved his
hands symmetrically, touching cheeks, her hair, throat,
shoulders, sides, then her small breasts, as he eyed them
hungrily. But they soon traveled down to her waist, her stomach,
her hips, her outer thighs. He then reached between her thighs
and spread her legs wide, wide apart.

"Do it to me!" said Martina. It's what he liked to hear, but she
didn't mind in the least saying it.

The big man lowered himself, the cock tip found its home and
drove in. He held himself up like a sea lion as he fucked in and
out. She loved the sensation of it -- the big hard prong shoving
in and out. After 30 seconds he pulled out and growled, "Doggy
time."

Martina tried not to look eager as she turned over and got up on
hands and knees. She barely got herself set before she felt the
hands reaching, adjusting, and then the penis forcing its way up
into her again -- so nice! His hands held her butt firmly as he
pounded in and out. His cock was thick but not too long. It held
her pussy wide open but what stopped his ferocious inward thrust
was their outer parts jamming together. And that felt fantastic.
Everything was just right. Twenty seconds after he had mounted
her from behind, she rose to a big, sharp orgasm. She whimpered
and felt her pussy squeeze rhythmically.

"Oh, baby..." he muttered and fucked in harder than ever,
prolonging her orgasm. And then he came too. He held himself in
really tight and held perfectly still, and she felt his organ
twitching as he delivered his sperm.

He then pulled back and away. "Did you come?"

"Yeah, sorry," she said apologetically. "Couldn't help it."

"Oh, no, baby, that's wonderful. That's amazing. You can come any
time you want." She turned around and he looked her up and down.
"I can't believe how great you are!" he said as he put his robe
back on.

"Oh, thank you," she said sweetly.

And then he was gone.

Martina went to the shower and turned it on, washing away the
sweat of the two men, and reaching up inside herself to pull out
the bulk of two ejaculations, then rinsed her vulva thoroughly.
And then she pressed the Ready button on the shower wall.

Anthony stripped in the shower anteroom and appeared naked, his
cock small. But it began growing. After a questioning look at her
and an answering nod, he fell to his knees with the shower
running and applied his mouth to her privates. She was already
plenty hot from the two previous guys, but it did feel good.
After three minutes she took his head in her hands, which was
their signal. He began flicking his tongue really fast on her
little clit, and she came, right on schedule, sighing.

Anthony then stood up, grinning with lust, revealing that his
cock had gotten fully hard. And he pressed her against the wall
and then fucked his tool up into her cunt. It was kind of skinny,
though she'd never tell him that. But it did the job and her
pussy hugged him tight. In under a minute she could tell he was
getting close, and at what she judged was the right moment she
squeezed hard with her pussy.

His moans went into the falsetto as he thrust furiously, spewing
sperm from his wildly pistoning prick. He slid out and leaned
against her, and she hugged him, the warm water cascading over
them both. After a minute he disengaged and she kissed him
gently. She didn't offer to kiss all the guys, but she didn't
mind Anthony. And then he was gone.

She cleaned herself again and went back to Room A. Her next
gentlemen callers were a trio.

"Fuck her -- fuck her good," growled Number Two as Number One
surged his cock right in.

"Yeah, do it to her!" muttered Number Three.

In under a minute One shot his load. "Aaahhhh!" he said.

Two pulled him off and mounted eagerly, surging his cock in.

"Oh yeah," he murmured, "Oh,yeah, oh yeah. Take it up the cunt,
cunt, cunt -- cunt, cunt, CUNT!" he grunted as he jammed tight
and disgorged his load.

The naughty word was thrilling, and she had a little shivery
orgasm as he ejaculated inside her. But he didn't detect it or at
least didn't comment.

Three pulled Two off and mounted himself. He had the biggest cock
of the three. "Gotta push out all that inferior sperm," he said,
as his cock in fact did force goo out -- she could feel it oozing
from her pussy lips. He pounded away for a good three minutes
before he finally froze and spewed. He was the quiet type when he
came.

"OK, babe, that's all three!" said One. Seconds later they were
gone. They were a team that worked together at their company,
she'd been told. They all had similar tastes and they thought it
helped their creativity to do her as a group and watch the others
possess her too.

Martina loved getting licked by guys who knew how to do it right.
But more than anything, she loved to take stiff hot cock up her
pussy. The men shoved their cocks in hard and deep and like they
really meant it. Her pussy loved the feel, and loved to hug them
tight. She and her pussy both loved it when they unloaded their
nuts way up inside. She was always ready for another cock, even
after a big orgasm. More pleasure was better. More fucking was
better. More sperm was better.

And after three hours she had to call it quits, because she had
to shower one last time, go home for dinner and do her homework.
As she lay down in her bed, an orgasm from her own fingers capped
off a day and helped her get right to sleep. Then up the next
morning and off to school. On weekends she could get in two
3-hour sessions, late morning and again in the late afternoon.

Martina just loved her job.

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The Prime Minister skimmed the report. It was hard to get girls
at or beyond puberty for the program. They had trouble just
treating sex as sex, and tended to get emotional about it. Mr.
Dennison hypothesized that at that age, with their own sex drives
kicking in, they instinctively wanted a single man, not to take
it from a lot of different ones.

Martina was described, though not named, but they made it clear
she was rare -- and the most highly paid child in the history of
the Program.

It was hard for the program to accommodate the men who wanted a
girl in early puberty and just wanted sex. When the men wanted
marriage it was much easier. And for a lot of men, marrying a
12-year-old was the dream of their lifetime. Families from
ordinary backgrounds were often very interested in a foreign-born
husband who was an accomplished professional. They went on dates,
and the girls were often easily swept off their feet by a smart,
kind man.

Although the men were most attracted to the girl in early
puberty, usually it worked out fine in the long run. Having
already established an emotional bond and a satisfying sex life,
the attraction held even as the girl grew into a woman. They
screened in advance for girls who would be likely to remain
relatively thin and small-chested as adults based on their
relatives.

Babies came. Pedophiles made good family men.

The earlier "marriages" of men to prepubescent girls tended to
converge smoothly with these new, more serious marriages as the
prepubescents grew into the same age range.

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Rajiv was going to lose his job when the plant closed. He heard
the rumors about Belithia. He had three little girls -- ages 7,
5, and 2 -- and everyone agreed they were beautiful.

He took them and his wife on the 2-hour bus ride to the city.
They would enjoy seeing the sights. But the main reason was to
bring them to the Belithian consulate.

The consul looked over his girls and gave a warm smile.

Yes, Belithia did have a guest worker program with a route to
citizenship. Yes, his three girls seemed like top candidates for
guest workers. If they passed some tests, they would be eligible
-- would they like to take the tests right now? A medical exam
and a couple interviews, that's all they needed.

All three passed. Yes, Belithia would grant them visas, and if
they posed for pictures right then, the consulate could expedite
their Indian passports. The consulate would cover their airfare.
Pack up and be ready to go in 2 weeks. The consulate would send a
private car to pick them up in their village.

Pedophiles were flooding into Mountain Valley, which by now was
shorthand for the entire area. Belithia had lots of children, but
only a fraction were interested. Of those, some didn't pass the
psychological tests, and some were just not very attractive.

Belithia needed to import little girls and boys to meet the
demand.

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Fifteen years passed. Belithia became a hub of innovation,
industry and wealth, rivaling and surpassing Silicon Valley.

Lucy Brown was assigned to research and write an in-depth
retrospective on how it all happened. She looked for interesting
cases, and caught up with Ken and Julia, the brother/sister pair.

"So, you were a famous and popular pair when you were younger.
Men were eager to see the two of you have sex, but then you
dropped out of view. What happened?"

Julia said, "It was funny how it happened. I started puberty, and
I didn't enjoy doing it with Ken any more. Then it was worse than
not enjoying it, I felt icky. But it was obviously something the
men enjoyed a lot. So I went to a counselor, and she said I
wasn't alone. There's this thing called Westermarck -- brothers
and sisters aren't sexually attracted to each other. Prevents
inbreeding. What's become clear in Belithia, they say, is that it
doesn't kick in until puberty. Kids don't really have a sex drive
before then, so it doesn't usually matter."

"So of course we stopped. I was disappointed at first," said Ken.
"But 6 months later, when puberty kicked in for me, I realized I
didn't want to do it with her any more either."

Lucy said, "So, how does it feel looking back on what you did
before?"

Julia said, "It was fine. I was having sex with lots of grown
men, and it worked out well Ken was my brother. We started
getting along a lot better after we started screwing each other."

Ken said, "I wasn't having sex with any other girls, I was just
helping the men to feel good. That was fine, but it was just a
job. When puberty hit, I didn't want to do it with Julia any
more, but I sure wanted to do it! I knew how good it was and went
looking for other girls. I did it with a couple other girls in
the Program, but just as a one-time thing. They weren't
interested really -- partly because they were doing it with men
all the time. I aged out of the Companions Program at age 16 and
started hanging out with the ordinary local kids more. And I
found girls there -- lots of girls to have sex with."

"You weren't very nice to some of them," his sister said.

"I guess I wasn't, you're right. Anyway, I got a job in the
shipping department of Belithia Biotech and it suits me. I
settled down with Alexa when I was 22."

Lucy turned to Julia. "What about you?"

"I went back to just having sex with men after the brother/sister
act folded. But a year later that started bothering me too. There
was this one guy Mark, one of my regular customers, and I'd
really look forward to doing it with him, but I didn't like to do
it with the others. And then when Mark stopped coming to see me I
missed him a whole lot. The same counselor who'd helped me see
what was going on with Ken helped me out again. She said I was
one of those one-man girls. So I started going on dates instead
of just fucking." She laughed. "And most of them were really
nice, but the one I really hit it off with was Thom. I became his
regular girl. I was 13 by then. At 14 we got married. We held off
having kids for a while, but I had Molly when I was 17, and Jeff
when I was almost 19."

Lucy asked Ken, "What about you and children?"

"We've got a fertility problem. But we're thinking of adopting."

Lucy took a deep breath. "So, you both had very unusual
childhoods, but it seems you've landed on your feet. How does it
feel, looking back?"

"It feels fine," said Julia. "We knew we were doing something
really important, and the men appreciated us so much." Ken
nodded.

"What about the idea that you were selling your bodies --
prostitution."

Ken shrugged. "These men -- the pedophiles -- can't have sex any
other way. Little boys don't naturally want to be sexy with men,
so there has to be something else in it for them. They also kept
us shielded from the money part to a considerable extent. It
wasn't like I would get a new game for doing it with an extra
couple guys."

"Or cookies, or dolls," said Julia.

"We knew our family was better off because of what we did," said
Ken. "Once I got bored with it and just stopped doing it. People
would kind of suggest I go back to it, at least the kind where I
didn't touch them -- like I could just rub myself and let them
watch. But I didn't want to do that either. But then it came
around to one of those Appreciation Things. I think that one was
a ride in a helicopter and landing on the ship. And I wasn't
eligible any more. That made me change my mind."

"So you went back to doing sex as a quid pro quo."

"Well, I guess. But it wasn't all that different from other
things. I couldn't just stop doing my homework, right? Or making
my bed or taking the trash out -- that was my chore. At least I
had a choice about jerking off for the men -- and we all knew it
wasn't traumatic for me. So I went back to it."

"So is there anything different about you now, do you think?
Different from what you'd be like if you'd never been
Companions?"

Ken thought a moment and shook his head.

Julia said, "Some things are different for me. At first when I
was with Thom I wanted sex more than he did, because I was used
to it. He did it a bit more than he probably really wanted to,
and I also realized I could just masturbate too. But there was
more later. Remember, Thom was a pedophile."

Lucy nodded.

"That meant that as I got older and started looking like a woman,
he wasn't so interested any more. We'd do it in the dark, and I'd
use a little girl voice, and that helped a little. He asked if he
could have sex with a little girl too. I didn't like that idea
one bit! But it wasn't like he surprised me -- I knew I was
marrying a pedophile. But we came up with a compromise that works
pretty well. There's this girl Zoe next door who's not part of
the program. She's 6 and she's really cute. So she comes over to
play sometimes. Thom's there watching. She sits in his lap
sometimes, which makes me a little uneasy, but I can't keep the
girl away from him very well."

"Why does it make you uneasy?"

"Because he's getting pleasure out of touching her actual body,
even though she doesn't know it. But one thing Zoe and I do is
lots of dress-up. So Thom gets to look up her skirt -- I arrange
her that way sometimes, and steal a look at him and stick my
tongue out. And in the dress-up I include trying on different
pairs of panties. And he gets to see her stepping in and out of
different panties, on full display. Anyway, right after Zoe goes
we head to the bedroom. I blindfold him and talk in Zoe's voice,
and he's like an animal -- such strong desire. And I accept his
urgent desire -- I let him get a little rough with me, even --
and I like it, even if he's kind of pretending I'm someone else."

"Interesting," said Lucy.

"And one other thing, though I'm a little bit ashamed of it." She
looked at Ken.

"It's OK, it's really understandable," he said.

"It's Molly. She's cute and outgoing, and I just sort of assumed
she'd be like me and want to be a Companion. But she doesn't.
Just isn't interested. I keep giving these subtle hints, and then
Thom told me they're not so subtle, so I try to just accept her
the way she is. A girl who doesn't want to do anything sexual.
Presumably her interest will kick in when she reaches puberty,
but until then... until then, she's just who she is."

Ken said, "Like most girls have always been, through history."

Julia smiled and sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Ken said, "And there's always Jeff. We don't know about Jeff,
right?"

Julia smiled.

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John's brain hurt. The company was on the verge of making carbon
capture two orders of magnitude cheaper, but they had been on the
verge for months. His group was at the heart of the problem, and
he was at the heart of the group. All the pieces were there, if
only someone could fit them together. No one could. A couple
people tried to demonstrate that it was impossible, but there was
always a hole in the argument. Perhaps the key was in those holes
-- in what they had in common.

He sighed and headed off to a Companion Office for his
prearranged date. Little Michiko and Katya and Sarah and
Christina couldn't help him find the solution, but they could
restore his spirits. The four girls were all 5 years old -- all
born within a few months of each other, actually. He'd been on
dates with them all individually and built up a rapport, brought
them gifts, shown them things. And yes, he'd also taken his
sexual satisfaction with each of them.

Such girls were beauty, purity, goodness, light. And he adored
them for that. But they also had their panties, their slits, and
carefully hidden away within, their vaginas. He had between his
legs a pair of testicles and a hard, stiff delivery vehicle for
sperm. He had a fierce desire to force that vehicle into vaginas
and unload the sperm. This was natural and right and part of
being a robust male. If grown women had aroused him, it would
have been part of a healthy if relentless desire to reproduce.
But it was the 5-year-olds that made his heart soar. It was a
miracle of the age that here in Belithia, the slits in the
panties of many small girls held a surprise -- a vagina stretchy
enough to accept his sperm delivery vehicle. Just as important,
the girls were familiar with men using their vaginas in this way,
and if it could make a man like John happy, they were delighted
to offer them. Above he beheld their angelic beauty and
communicated with soft kisses, caresses, and words. Down below,
panties and underpants removed, his stiff cock made a much more
earthy request of the delicate little labia. They said yes, they
spread wide apart, and his penis forced its way into a channel as
wet and hot and supple as any woman's, and even a little tighter.
And down there, the resilient mysterious tube of flesh could
handle his deepest thrust and his fastest rhythm. It spread to
accept a deep intrusion, but closed up just as fast when he
withdrew, lovingly caressing his glans on the way out as well as
the way in. For the girl, the message from the earthy realm
between her legs up to the angel above was that a big, hard man
prong was doing its vigorous thing inside her, and it felt kind
of warm and nice. For him, down below he was intent on rude,
rough intrusion and conquest, low carnal pleasure capped with
animal ecstasy as his spurts did their damnedest to impregnate.
He could thrust and stab and grunt and deliver in the 5-year-old
vaginas. That they provided only the illusion of fertility did
not make them unsatisfying to his lowly beast fucking away with
abandon. Up above, he loved the purity of the angels, their
delicate contours, perfect skin, open and frank minds, and the
love they offered in a little girl sort of way, without great
subtlety but also without guile. Their perfect girliness was a
perfect match to his desires up above, while their hot little
vaginas gave ultimate satisfaction to that other part of him. He
fucked the hell out of them. They didn't understand the source
and ferocity of his desire the way a woman would, but they
accepted the frantic treatment he gave their vaginas easily
enough and were glad in their own child-sized loving way to make
him happy. It did not sully their angelic aspects.

And so he had fucked the vaginas of each of the four little girls
while loving the rest of them with purity and infinite
tenderness. And he'd played with them in pairs and threesomes.
Today was the first time he had all four together.

They were delighted to see him. He suffered most gladly a flurry
of giggles and hugs and lightly brushing hair and limbs that
rubbed against him. He beheld each little girl's precious face in
turn and tenderly kissed her lips. One after another, he slid a
hand between thighs to find the girl slit at their junction.
Clothes vanished. The girls caressed and kissed his man stuff and
in no time his phallus was stiff and hot and ready to go.

One after the other he got his girls to lie back with legs spread
wide so he could sniff and lick and nibble and lick each small
pussy. The others snuggled against him or caressed him.
Then it was time for two girls at a time with legs spread wide.
He licked Michiko while Sarah nibbled his ear. Down below,
Christina guided his cock to Katya's pussy. After surging in, he
glided in and out, loving her texture and heat. But as his tongue
explored the opening to Michiko's vagina, he felt compelled to
transfer his penis there. The girls shifted around and Katya
guided his shaft into the little Japanese girl -- wet and tight.
If he were blindfolded, his cock would instantly know which
vagina it had penetrated -- they were all different. He worked a
finger into Christina's feminine opening while Sarah sucked his
fingers alluringly. Her mouth working over his intruding fingers
reminded him of her pussy, and he suddenly had to get his cock
into Sarah. But then as he felt the inside of Christina with his
finger, he was compelled to replace finger with cock.

"I wonder which of our little toilets he's going to pee in
today?" asked Sarah. Others responded, "Ewww!", "It's not pee!",
"Yeah, but it's fun to think naughty about it", "They're not
toilets", "They kind of are!", on and on.

"What next, John?" asked Katya.

Michiko nibbled his ear, knowing he loved that.

"You know what I wish?" he asked. "I wish I had four penises so I
could be in all of you at the same time and ejaculate in every
one!"

"But you have to pick one," said Katya solemnly. "At least one to
do first."

He knew he had to make a decision. "Sarah," he said. "I want to
ejaculate in Sarah -- if that's OK?"

"Course it's OK," she said. "I love feeling you get so happy in
there."

As he mounted Sarah and pressed his cock into her deep, Michiko
said, "We can pretend, right?" He felt her taking the middle
finger of his left hand and sliding it up into her pussy!

"What did you do?" asked Katya. "Oh, I see! Let me do that too!"
And the middle finger of his right hand was inside Katya. "And I
can poke it in and out too," she said, doing it.

Michiko said, "Right, yeah I can do it too."

That left him without hands to hold himself up, but Sarah was on
it, putting hands on his chest, holding part of his weight. She
said, "You two can pretend, but I've got his real thing up inside
me for real, and it's way bigger and feels nice!"

"What can I do?" asked Christina sweetly.

"Uh, go sit up there above Sarah, and spread wide, spread your
lips wide too, and... and..."

He was fucking away in Sarah with greater urgency. He couldn't
hold off much longer.

"And... and..."

'What?"

"Give me a nice little smile."

"Oh, OK," she said -- and smiled.

Michiko nibbled his left ear and held his middle finger up tight
inside her pussy deep. Katya nibbled his right ear and slid the
other middle finger in and out.

"Oh, God, girls! You're all so fantastic. This is all so great.
Oh, I love you all to pieces!"

His thrusts into Sarah were strong and deep, and he was
approaching climax.

"You gonna make naughty in Sarah's pussy?" asked Michiko softly.

He nodded dumbly.

"Give her a whole bunch!" said Katya. "Sploosh it way up inside!"

"Oh, ahh, wow, uhhhh, oh God," he said, his body on the edge. And
Christina's smile touched him deeply.

Then Sarah's hands on his chest clutched and he felt 10 sharp
little nails at the same time her pussy squeezed tight.

"Nnnnhhhhhhrrggggg!" he vocalized as he came, convulsing and
firing streams of man stuff way up inside little Sarah. He felt
the nibbles on his ears, the encouraging whispers, the vaginas
that had captured his middle fingers. And right in front of him,
Christina held her pussy lips open.

And at that moment, some little thing jarred in his mind, some
tiny little tweak. Something related to the work problem.

When he'd disgorged his entire load in Sarah, he relaxed and the
girls let him down and rotated him onto his back, snuggling
against him.

"You really liked that, I bet," said Michiko.

"You wonderful man," said Christina.

Sarah was upright on her knees above him. "Let's see what you
did," she said, working her middle finger up inside of her. A
milky blob came out with the finger.

"Oh, you were so naughty!" she said.

"Sorry. Or I guess not really," said John, smiling.

"I want some of it for MY pussy," said Katya, and took a little
from Sarah's finger. The other two girls did the same.

"There! Now there's some of your sperm swimming around in each of
us!" said Christina.

He enjoyed the naked little bodies, the delicate hair, the
friendly chatter, small limbs protruding this way and that. He
enjoyed the afterglow.

And then the little insight popped up again. Yes, that's how it
would work! Carbon capture, 100 times cheaper. Finally, a way to
combat climate change effectively.

He stole a glance in turn at each of the four perfect little
faces. A better world for your children, he thought. And he was
happy.

But his cock was growing hard again, and he could imagine oh so
vividly how Katya's pussy would feel as he surged into it...

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