Author: Sterling
Title: Black Ops Lolita
Summary: The government needs a few small girls who will choose
freely to be enthusiastic sex partners for men. During a war, a
few pedophiles, world-class hackers, can be won over if only they
can have a girl. But they don't want prostitutes or sex slaves.
The government's task is to truly win the girls' hearts and
minds.
Keywords: Mg(7,1) pedo loli group oral MF mf Mf fMMM+ het cons

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 2/26/2017.

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Black Ops Lolita

Chapter 1

The small movie theater held just two people. There was the young
woman Miss Collins and there was Zoe.

Zoe had turned seven a few months before. She smiled as she
watched the film.

Major Bailey watched through the one-way glass. He was in black
ops -- programs that were so secret they were unknown to all but
a select few. In black ops anything goes. And East America was
defending itself against an attack by West America that had
settled into a war of two years duration. They needed every
advantage they could get.

There were a few pedophiles in neutral countries, world-class
hackers, with no strong allegiances. People with skills that
could make real difference in cyberwarfare. Could they be won
over? Oh, it would be easy enough for these men to get some
sullen poor girl, but that's not what they wanted. They wanted a
truly willing girl -- not just willing but enthusiastic. Could
Zoe be turned into a weapon?

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Deer bounded gracefully through the forest. Squirrels chattered.
Cardinals and bluebirds flew and alit. Rabbits munched, ears
twitching. Soothing music accompanied the many pleasant scenes.

"The animal kingdom -- it never ceases to amaze and please us.
Like all living things, animals have a life cycle. While the
adults grow old and die, there are always young animals coming up
to take their place."

The film then shifted to baby bunnies with their mother, a wobbly
fawn by a doe, and a colt following a mare across a field.

"And the baby animals please us especially, as they come into the
world so innocent, full of wonder, and adorable."

There were golden retriever puppies and a nest of kittens.

"All the mammal babies grow inside their mothers until they are
the right size and then they emerge into the world."

The movie showed a very pregnant horse and a very pregnant dog,
but did not show any animals emerging into the world.

"The animals start out very small inside the mother-- so small
they are invisible to the naked eye. How do the animals get
started? Do they just start growing inside their mothers? No,
there is one other vital step. All the animals have a father as
well as a mother. The father part has to get into the mother
somehow before the baby animal can start growing at all. How does
it get in? The answer -- sex!"

The movie showed birds in pairs, the brightly colored one chasing
the dull. It showed bucks with impressive antlers following does
without. And it showed other pairs of animals where the
difference between male and female was not so obvious -- horses,
dogs, rabbits, squirrels. One was always running along behind the
other.

"The father part is wet and can't work properly if it's dry. The
inside of the mother is wet, so if it gets there it can be safe.
How to get the wet father stuff into the wet innards of the
mother? We'll tell you! The mother and father each have special
organs just for this one purpose. The father has long, thin tube
called a penis. The mother has a special hole in her body for the
penis to go into, called a vagina."

The picture showed a stallion, erection full and impressive as he
danced behind and then mounted the mare.

"The father inserts his penis into the mother's wet vagina... and
then the wet father stuff shoots out the end of the penis up
inside the mother where it's safe and can do its job."

The stallion wasted little time. He made three thrusts and then
held still for a few seconds before dismounting, his impressive
penis sliding out.

The video then showed a buck making his quick, delicate thrust
into a doe from behind, a bull's less delicate but equally quick
mount and dismount from a cow. It also showed a boar up on his
sow, not at all quick. It showed the tomcat mounting the female,
the second-long thrusting, and then the female throwing him off
violently and racing away. It showed the male rabbit mounting the
female and the quick coupling. And it showed two dogs humping
away. The picture went back to the boar, still mounted on his
sow.

"In many animals it's hard to see the actual sexual act where the
penis goes into the vagina, because it's hidden by the animals'
bodies. What we saw so clearly with the horses is going on out of
our view in all the other cases too."

The boar finally slid off the sow. The dog stopped thrusting into
the bitch and held still, then started to dismount.

"Baby animals grow up slowly. Before that, mothers are pregnant
for weeks or months. But sex is often very quick. The dogs and
the pigs may take a few minutes, but in many others the whole
thing is over in seconds. It only needs to last long enough for
the semen to shoot out of the male and into the female. So you
can be around animals a lot and still miss out on the sex -- it
can happen in the blink of an eye when you're not watching."

The video shifted to a series of monkeys, lesser apes, and then
great apes, all coupling.

"Did you know that humans are animals too? You probably did. Here
are some animals that are more and more like humans. If you look
at the right moment, in each case you can see the male's penis,
stiff and ready to insert... Did you see that monkey's? ... And
the chimpanzee's?"

"And now, humans!"

The picture cut to a handsome young couple, both naked, standing
in a grassy field.

In the theater, Zoe smiled and giggled.

A second, fully clothed young woman approached with a microphone.
"This is John and this is Mary. We want to show in this movie how
humans make babies -- how the semen gets from the man into the
woman. Can you show us?"

"Sure!" said John. "We're trying to make a baby. We can show the
audience how it's done."

"You bet!" said Mary.

"We've just been watching animals doing it, so can you do it like
the animals do?"

"That would be nice!" said Mary with a suggestive smile.

The camera focused on John's penis, which was soft but began
visibly stiffening. The narrator said, "Just like with the
animals, a man's penis isn't stiff all the time. Remember how
long the daddy horse's penis was? Let's show you what happened
just before that."

The video showed the stallion's penis growing and stiffening
quickly in the seconds before he mounted.

"You never see a daddy horse like that unless he's having sex.
The horse penis would get in the way all the rest of the time.
The same is true of men."

The picture returned to John's penis in the state it had been
before, rising visibly with each beat of his heart.

"When a man thinks about how he wants to have sex with a woman,
his penis gets stiff."

The organ now stuck straight out from John's body.

Zoe watched with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape.

Mary sank to her hands and knees in the grass, back arched, butt
sticking up in the air. John approached from behind, on his
knees, cock twitching. He grabbed her butt and the camera focused
in on his cock, twitching up and down as he pressed forward and
back tentatively. Soon it caught at her vaginal opening and he
pressed. The camera caught the cylinder rapidly disappearing into
Mary.

"Oh, that's nice!" said Mary, with a big smile.

"Yeah!" said John, grinning. "I'm gonna unload quick, just like
an animal."

"Go for it!" said Mary.

John's contact with the ground was his two knees and lower legs,
trailing away to the tops of his feet, leaving the soles visible.
Mary's was her knees and legs in the same position, parallel and
a bit farther forward and out to the side, and her hands, splayed
out wide and forward to keep stable as John thrust strongly.

The camera showed different angles for a couple seconds each.
From the back it showed John's smooth back and his naked bottom
muscles clenching and relaxing, over and over. From the front the
camera caught Mary's modest breasts hanging down and jiggling
from the rhythmic motion, her smiling face, John's arms gripping
Mary's ass, his chest and his own leering face.  From the side
the camera could zoom in to catch the shaft of John's penis as it
plunged in and out, and Mary's inner labia pushed in and then
pulled out with each stroke, as they kept a tight seal around the
invading penis. Twenty grunts later John slowed his thrusts and
said, "Here it comes, baby..." and then stopped thrusting on the
instroke, obscuring the view of the genitals and held still, his
pelvis tight against Mary's butt, his penis out of sight deep
inside.

"Yes!" cried Mary.

"Oh, yeah!" moaned John. He eased back away from Mary, and the
camera caught his slick penis sliding out.

The two stood up. "Hope I get pregnant!" said Mary. "Thanks so
much for doing your part."

"You're welcome. I hope you get pregnant too."

The camera returned to John's penis, slowly shrinking.

The narrator's voice said, "Not so different from the animals,
right?"

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Major Bailey had been watching Zoe through the one-way mirror,
studying her reaction. So far she'd been fascinated, with just
the hint of a wrinkled nose when the focus was on John's penis
going in and out of Mary. But that was very mild. So far, so
good, he thought.

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The movie now showed the narrator as she walked across the field.

"My name is Annette. I'm here to show you more about people and
sex. Animals are driven by instincts. They have no idea that sex,
or mating is what starts babies. They are just driven to mate
because that's just what they want to do, and nature takes care
of the rest. We humans are different. We do understand that sex
is what makes babies. But when it comes to sex we also have our
instincts. Men and women both just like to have sex, whether
they're trying to make a baby or not.

"But men and women aren't the same. Women always want to have
sex. We just love it. But men are more variable. Some like it and
some don't. Some men like it for a while when they're young and
then lose interest. They're picky. Sometimes they're not in the
mood, or the woman has to be pretty. Sometimes a man's penis
doesn't get stiff even if he wants it to. Sometimes he pokes it
in and out of a woman for a long time but no semen comes out.
Mary was lucky, because John wanted to do it today, and his body
worked perfectly. We interviewed a woman earlier so she could
share her experiences with you."

The video faded to a woman seated on a living room sofa. She was
in her 30s, a bit chubby with a nondescript face. "Like all
girls, I had no idea about sex at all when I was little. But when
I got near puberty, like 10, then they told me about all the
changes, and how I'd want to get guys to stick it in me and shoot
out sperm as often as possible, and I said, 'Yeah, right!' But I
changed, like we all do. For me it was sudden. One week I didn't
get it at all, and the next I'd look at guys and know I wanted
them near me, on me -- and in me! And when a guy did me the first
time -- wow, that was exciting! To feel that huge thing just
surge up inside me, in and out, hard and deep, and then to know
he was filling me up with semen!" She closed her eyes and
shuddered at the memory. "I've had a few boyfriends. They always
knew they could have me any time they wanted -- I made sure of
that. The first was the most serious but after several months of
good sex it got less and less and then he lost interest and broke
up with me. With the others they lost interest sooner. Since my
last boyfriend a few years ago I'll try to meet guys in a bar.
Often I'll go home from the bar alone, other times I'll get a guy
to come home with me. But sometimes it turns out he just wants to
talk and hug. Other time a guy seems interested but his penis
stays floppy. Now and then a guy thrusts and thrusts but it gets
soft before he finishes. There are just so many ways it can end
up not working out. But other times -- pretty often -- I'll get a
guy, he'll nail me with his penis and deliver the semen and I'm
happy." She smiled at the thought. "So I'll tell you, to me
there's nothing like the sight of a guy with his penis stiff and
hard, ready to go. I worship the stiff penis, how it can just
burrow right into a girl and then it can shoot the stuff into you
to start a baby. I hope one of these days I'll get pregnant from
one of the guys I find in a bar or wherever -- I'll raise the
baby myself. But as you can see I'm not much of a looker, so I
don't get that many guys who want to do it to me." She sighed.

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Reaching the edge of the grass, Annette came to a sprawling ranch
house and went in the back door. "We saw John and Mary do it like
the animals do. But people usually do it inside, just the two of
them in a bedroom. There are different ways it can happen. I've
ask two men and two women to meet me here today so you can learn
more. The women have been waiting in the kitchen here. This is
Lisa, and this is Terry."

The two sat at a round kitchen table. Lisa was thin, with
straight dark hair and brown eyes in a pretty face. She looked to
be about 18. Terry was heftier and perhaps 30, and more
average-looking with thin blond hair and blue eyes.

"The men have been waiting in the living room, so now it's time
to show you how things can happen. Let's meet the first man."
Annette opened the door to an adjoining room, stuck her head in
and called out "Mark?"

A handsome, muscular man walked in, and Annette closed the door
behind him. "Here's Mark. Mark, meet Lisa and Terry."

Mark looked at the two, then he pointed at Lisa and gave a
confident smile.

"Oooo!" said Lisa.

Mark let his hand fall and beamed at her. "Let's get a room!"

Annette motioned to another door. Lisa leapt up and went through,
followed by Mark, Annette, and the camera. As they walked down a
short hall, Annette said, "I told you people usually do it in
private, but for today, everyone here agreed they wouldn't mind
being filmed so we could show you."

They all entered an ordinary bedroom. Mark stood in front of
Lisa, and after looking her up and down said, "Gosh, you're
beautiful!" He hugged her, his arms around behind her. He kissed
her as his hands roamed over her back. One found an ass cheek and
squeezed it through her jeans. He then backed away and gently
felt her breasts, one with each hand, symmetrically, in stereo.

"This is nice," said Lisa, "but if you're ready to go, maybe best
to strike while the iron is hot."

Annette whispered, "It's a pattern as old as the hills... The men
like to play around and then do the mating, but the women don't
want to take any chances -- they want to be sure they get it!"

"Yeah, OK. Strip, baby!" he said.

Lisa kicked off her shoes, then shed blouse and jeans quickly,
before dispensing with socks, bra, and panties. She lay back on
the bed.

Annette whispered, "The way it's done most often is on a bed,
face to face. The woman lies on her back like that and then the
guy gets on top of her. Lisa assumed they'd do it that way, and
if Mark wanted something different he'd tell her."

Mark undid his button shirt in leisurely fashion as he watched
Lisa undress, but once she was lying on the bed naked, he
finished stripping quickly. His penis stood out hard and stiff
from his body.

The camera zoomed in on it. "I'll never get over feeling faint at
that sight," whispered Annette. "It's a miracle, in a way. A
stiff penis, ready and willing to shove into a woman. The key to
life itself. And never something to take for granted!" It
twitched up and down once.

Mark lowered himself onto Lisa, who looked lustfully at the
approaching penis that he aimed with his fingers. She held her
vaginal lips open.

In the theater, Zoe craned forward in her seat as she watched.

"Another difference -- humans usually use their hands to get
everything lined up right."

The cock eased in. Lisa's face relaxed in pleasure and closed her
eyes. Mark kept pressing in and got himself in to the hilt within
a few seconds.

"Ah, baby, that's very nice," he said. "Very nice, ooooo. You
like it? Yeah, of course you do," he said without waiting for an
answer. He turned to the camera and smiled, "They always do --
you can count on it!"

Lisa opened her eyes, followed Mark's eyes to the camera, and
gave an emphatic nod. She then fixed Mark's face with an adoring
expression. His eyes were focused on the spot where his cock
pumped in and out of Lisa.

Thirty seconds went by. "Ah, this feels so good I could do it all
day."

Lisa bit her lip.

"Ah, I know what you're going to say. 'Don't wait too long...
Better not take any chances...'" said Mark with good humor. He
slowed his thrusts. The camera caught him looking appreciatively
at Lisa's body, eyes moving over thighs and torso and ending with
her face.

"No," said Lisa with a playful smile. "I wasn't going to...
well... I guess I was thinking those things. But take your time!"

"Nah, I'm on the bombing run now," Mark said, picking up speed as
he thrust. "Target in sight." The camera showed him feasting his
eyes on the upper girl laid out before him. Her face had an
expression both happy and pleading, her delicate arms raised with
hands out to the sides. Her breasts jiggled more as his thrusts
became sharper. His gaze then went below, to where the camera now
zoomed to catch her mound with the neatly shaved landing strip,
her crotch fully exposed between her wide-spread thighs, and her
womanly slit forced into the shape of a hole by the cock plunging
in and out.

"Bombs away!" he moaned as his strokes got faster. "Direct hit!"
he croaked as he plunged in deep and held very still.

Annette whispered, "Can you spot it by now? Can you tell when the
semen shot out of his penis? Right when he said 'Direct hit!'
That's right!"

Mark lowered himself until he was lying right on top of Lisa. Her
one hand gently stroked his back, her other his ass cheek.

Annette's voice said, "The man and woman often like to stay
joined together after they've done it."

"Bet you want to breathe," said Mark at last. "You girls are
always so picky." He rolled to the side, and as he did his floppy
cock slid out.

Lisa's chest rose and fell quickly as she got her breath back.

Annette approached the couple and she spoke. "So, how was that
for you?"

"Fine, fine, no problem," said Mark.

"Fantastic!" said Lisa. "It's mostly always fantastic! To get my
pussy stuffed with a big cock like that and get to keep a mess of
sperm -- oooo!" She looked at Mark and continued. "When it's a
handsome guy like you it's a real treat!"

"Thanks," he said. "Lots of girls say that."

Annette said to the camera, "Let's go back and show you the other
pair."

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Back in the kitchen Annette opened the door to admit Bob, a
gruff-looking, wiry, gray-haired guy with unkempt hair and
several days of stubble.

"Bob, this is Terry."

He looked her over and then looked at Annette. "What's your
name?"

"I'm... I'm Annette."

After a pause, he said, "Terry's OK, but I want you!"

"Me?" Annette gave a quick laugh, as did Terry.

"You can talk while you get it, can't you?" said the guy with a
sly leer.

"Well..." said Annette. "OK! I'm not going to turn down a guy!"

"Really?" said Terry.

"You're kidding!" came the male voice holding the camera.

"Nope." Annette took a deep breath and started for the bedroom
corridor.

"Nah, right here. On the table!" said the guy.

"The table? This is a documentary, showing how it's usually done,
right?" said Terry.

"Well, that's one way it's done. Let's document it!" said Bob.

"Well, he's right... OK!" said Annette, putting the salt and
pepper shakers and the napkin holder on the counter. "Clothes
off?"

"Just your panties," he said.

"From the front? Or the back?"

"On your back, honey," said Bob.

Annette reached up under her professional blue skirt and pulled
her panties down and off, then held her skirt up and lifted
herself so she was sitting on the table.

"Flat down on your back."

Lying back, legs spread and skirt hitched up in front out of the
way, the camera caught her pussy ready for the taking. It looked
like she'd shaved herself -- perhaps a week before.

"OK!" said Bob, who pulled his pants and underpants down.

The cock that stood out from his body was very stiff and notably
long -- 8 inches maybe.

"Oooo!" said Terry.

Annette looked at it and smiled. To the camera, she said, "A
stiff cock, ready to go, is truly an amazing sight!"

"That one will dump the sperm straight into your ovaries!" said
Terry, and Annette laughed.

"One thing at a time," said Annette, looking at the cock and
holding her vaginal lips apart.

"Yeah," said Bob. "Enough looking. Time for you to feel it from
the inside!" Underpants and pants just far enough down to let his
balls show, he moved in and pressed smoothly but firmly to
insinuate the thing into Annette, who rolled her eyes with
pleasure, then smiled.

"You like how it feels?" said Bob.

"Oh, yes," said Annette.

"You got a nice hot pussy." Bob grabbed Annette's hips over her
rumpled skirt and kept thrusting, a little deeper each time.

Before long, Annette winced.

"Still like it?"

She winced again and spoke to the camera, "It's in so deep it
hurts, but yes, I still like it!" She turned to Bob. "I love it!
Keep at it! I'm yours!"

"Yeah, that's how it usually goes," said Bob. He continued to
pound in hard. Annette's eyes were moist and her mouth in a tight
line, but now and then she'd give a quick smile.

Bob picked up his pace, pushing in even harder.

Annette's eyes opened wide and she gritted her teeth.

Finally he gave a big "Aaaahhhhh!" A few seconds later he pulled
out, and Annette relaxed. He said, "You're cute. No surprise they
hire you to do a movie like this."

In the theater, Zoe turned to the woman. "He did it, right? He
shot out the stuff inside her?"

"That's right, dear," said Miss Collins.

"Hey, catch you later," said Bob, managing to stuff his cock into
his pants before zipping his fly. He disappeared back into the
living room.

Annette rose from the table. "That wasn't in the script, I assure
you!" she said. "It did hurt, I gotta say, but I was still glad
to get it. Glad to get it in all the way and get his semen."

From behind the camera, the voice said, "You know, as long as
we're off script, I gotta say I'm awfully hot for you too!"

Terry sighed.

"Oh!" said Annette. "Like -- really hot?"

"Yeah, like really."

"OK!" she said.

"We'll edit this later, anyway," said the cameraman as the
picture pitched wildly around walls and ceiling.

"No, no, keep it going!" said Annette. "It's a documentary, and
we've got to be honest."

The cameraman said, "OK... Uh, can you hold it, Terry? It's
really easy to use..."

After a few mumbled instructions and more wild swinging of the
picture, it stabilized to Annette lying back once more on the
table, but this time with her top off, her respectable breasts
exposed, and skirt scrunched around her middle as before. The
cameraman was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, with short red hair
and a close-cropped reddish beard and wire-rimmed glasses. He
lost the jeans and underpants to reveal a cock that looked quite
average.

"I tried to think of other things all day, Annie, but that was
just too much."

"It's OK, Russ! You really want it, go for it!"

Russ's cock wasn't totally stiff, but he gently stroked it as he
looked at Annette's pussy that was laid out for the taking.

"Mmmmm," came Terry's soft purr from right by the camera as it
focused in on the penis and balls. "Wish it was me on the table,"
she whispered. "But she's the one he wants, and that's the way
it's got to be..."

As Russ's cock surged into Annette, Terry gave a soft guttural,
"Unnnnnhhhhhh".

Annette smiled up at Russ gratefully.

The camera stayed focused on cock plunging in and out. But 20
seconds after penetration Russ shouted, "Oh, yes, yes, YES!" and
held his cock in deep for a few seconds before letting it slide
out.

"Thanks!" said Annette.

The picture faded to black.

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Next was a man of about 40, mostly bald, with narrow-set brown
eyes.

"You want to know what it's like for a guy? Well, OK. My name's
Dave, and I'll tell you. When you're young, it's all hidden. You
have no idea what sex is. Somehow they all manage to hide it from
you. But then around 10 or so you find out. Even then, I still
wasn't paying much attention because sex was just for the older
kids and kind of grossed me out. Girls would ask, half teasing,
and I'd tell them to get lost. Then puberty hits and things start
happening. Then it was maybe a month where that shifted bit by
bit. I'd look at a girl and my cock would start getting stiff. I
realized I wanted to get into a girl. Suzy showed me how to do
it, up in my bedroom. All these years later I can still feel that
soft caress of her fingers getting me good and hard. I wasn't
sure what to expect a vagina to feel like but it was kind of
overwhelming what it did to me. I think I barely got it in before
I was coming. Back then I didn't even make any sperm, or darn
little. Nothing came out but it felt fantastic. I wanted more! I
went around asking all the girls and they all said yes and I
poked into all of them and got that fantastic feeling. But after
a while the novelty wore off. When the girls asked me, sometimes
I'd say yes and sometimes I wouldn't. And lots of girls learned
not to ask. When I was first starting out the fat and ugly girls
were just so excited to get it, and I realized later it was
because hardly any guys wanted to do it to them later. Just about
all the cock they got was from kids starting out and
experimenting."

The guy sat back in his chair before he continued. "So it became
kind of routine. You say yes to a girl now and then, turn away
the others, maybe go seek one out. But maybe I was doing it once
or twice a week. That was late in high school. But then one day
there was this new girl, just moved to town, and I saw her and
thought, "Wow!" So I just casually asked if she wanted to do it.
She sighed and looked tired. After a few seconds she said "Sure!"
in a cheerful voice and she came to my house and we did it. It
was fine, but somehow that sigh stayed with me and kind of hurt
inside. She didn't really want to do it, I thought, she was just
pretending. Sometimes when I was about to do a girl who asked me,
that little hurt would come back and then I'd lose my erection.
Now, girls sometimes explain they've got their periods, and you
can do them if you want but who wants to? Occasionally one has an
infection or something, and you can tell the way they say it that
they really do, and that's OK, and then they make a point of
finding you and asking you as soon as they're better again and
ready to get a penis up the vagina again, and you can tell they
really want it. That feels OK. But there's the other kind. And
then it happened again, this girl apologized but said she just
didn't feel like it. The apology didn't stick in my mind, but the
expression on her face did. So then more and more when I was
going to do a girl one or the other of them would come to my mind
and I'd lose my erection, sometimes when I was already inside a
girl and doing her. And that's frustrating! So I started always
saying no and girls learned to leave me alone. I'd still ask some
hot ones and we'd still do it. But sometimes I couldn't get it up
with one of them either, and then I got anxious every time, and
then I said to hell with it. I haven't had sex since I was like
24 -- thirteen years ago now. Life's fine, I just do other stuff.
I've got my friends. I don't know if those couple little slights
made all the difference or I'd be like this anyway but those
incidents stick in my mind."

The video faded back to Annette. "Most guys still like to do it
if a girl says no now and then, but some are sensitive, like
Dave. He may be happy doing other things, but to us women it
feels like a real waste. He could have been making women happy
all these years, shoving it up inside and shooting them full of
sperm -- and he still could! But he won't -- maybe because of
that girl who didn't make him feel welcome and the one who turned
him down. So most of us girls make it a point to never say no, to
keep guys from going the way Dave did."

The camera zoomed out. "Now, let's take a short break."

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Zoe got up and stretched and danced around a bit after all the
sitting.

Miss Collins asked, "So, what do you think of the movie?"

"Oh, it's really nice! I'm learning lots of things. Those animals
were so cute! Do all men really have penises that get big like
that?"

"They do," said Miss Collins.

"I don't feel like those girls do -- all eager to get the penis
inside them."

"Of course not, dear, you're still young. Does it seem... How do
you feel when imagine yourself being them, with the penis going
up inside?"

Zoe tilted her head and thought. "Doesn't seem so bad, just
weird. It's just like body parts doing things..."

Behind the glass, Major Bailey grinned. Yes!

"I don't think a penis would fit in me down there. I know where
my vagina is, but it's little!"

"Oh, that's fine. Nature has it all worked out. First your vagina
grows big enough, and then you get interested."

"Well, OK," said Zoe with a shrug.

She went out to pee, then danced around a bit more, than resumed
her seat.

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The narrator Annette spoke to the camera.

"Men's interest in sex isn't a sure thing," she said. "With some
of them, their bodies stop working right -- their penises stay
soft and don't take that magnificent long, hard form." She gazed
off into space momentarily. "Sometimes as with Dave maybe it's
that they're anxious or hurt, other times it just stops working
and we don't know why. But when they are young almost all the men
are interested. And when they want to do a woman, they really
want to do her. For a lot of guys, the desire to get it in and
unload sperm is very strong."

The camera zoomed out a little.

"So far I've told you about men who want to do it to women. Now I
want to tell you about another kind of man."

The scene switched to a small bedroom, Annette sitting on the bed
and a man in a desk chair.

"So, this is Ted," said Annette. "What's your story -- around
sex?"

"Yeah, sex." He sighed. "Puberty. Yeah, my friends went into it,
and the first thing lots of them did was finding girls to fuck.
They'd talk about it. I wasn't interested, but at first we all
figured it was I just wasn't grown up yet. But then my body
started changing, and it got to the point where everyone else who
had changed as much as I had already wanted to do girls.

"I noticed something else. My friend Victor had a younger sister
Alice. I'd mostly thought she was an OK kid, but now I felt
different. I felt my pulse quicken when I saw her. I wanted to
hang out with her and ask her stuff. Sometimes Victor would get
annoyed that I was talking to her almost as much as him. And then
I'd see other girls that age -- like around 8 or so -- on the
street and I'd get that same sort of feeling. So when I was 14 I
finally asked my mom about it. First she thought I was kidding.
She asked me about the girls my age and didn't I want to do sex
to them, like the other boys. And I kept saying no, I was sure,
but that I had these weird feelings about Alice. Then my mom got
quiet. She made an appointment with our doctor. First I saw him
alone and I described the same thing to him, and he looked very
worried. After a while he brought my mother in and explained that
I was a pedophile, and it was a very, very serious condition. It
meant that I was fascinated by girls like Alice -- well, I knew
that. He clarified that it meant I wanted to have sex with Alice
instead of girls my age. I hadn't thought of that before, because
I didn't want to hurt Alice, but as soon as he said it I realized
he was right. That really was my urge: to stick it in Alice! They
said I must never ever do anything like that. I understood that.
But when I got home I imagined Alice begging me to stick my penis
in her and I nearly fainted with excitement. I mean, she
wouldn't, I understand that. And it would never fit.

"Well, when I found that out I realized I couldn't just wait for
myself to change. I'd try having sex with girls my age to try to
make it work. If I thought about Alice with my eyes closed then I
could get a stiff cock, but then when I opened them and saw this
big girl with breasts and everything, then it got soft right
away. I actually did get it into a girl once, at least partway
in, before it got soft again. But just once. So I gave up on
that. In life I try to think about other stuff, and mostly I
succeed. The guys all talk about how fantastic it feels inside a
girl. I try to stay away from young girls because it's sad to
think about what I can never have, but it's hard to avoid. It got
really frustrating online, so I swore I wouldn't look at girls
online. But I still let myself look in magazines. I even have a
stash of pages from clothing catalogs."

"Can I see?"

"It's kind of embarrassing."

"But your experience is important. People need to hear what it's
like for you."

"Well, OK." He rummaged in a desk drawer and brought out some
pictures and handed them to Annette. She went through the sheaf,
and the camera zoomed in on them. They were of girls between the
ages of 6 and 10 or so. Some were in dresses. A few were modeling
underwear.

"Let me see if I get this straight... I'd be happy to strip for
you, lie back right here and let you stick your penis up inside
me and ejaculate... but you don't want that. You couldn't even if
you wanted to?"

"That's right."

"But this girl... if this girl here." She pointed to a smiling
9-year-old blond in skimpy panties and a training bra. "If this
girl told you she had a big-girl vagina, and asked you if you'd
stick it into her... then you'd like that?"

"Like it? I'd love it! It would be the dream of a lifetime!"

"So we imagine this girl, she's taken her panties off, she's
naked, and she's lying back on a bed. Her legs are spread wide
apart and she's asking you to come do it to her... You'd do it?"

"I couldn't hurt a girl."

"No, but suppose you knew... you knew she was a special girl and
she'd be OK. You'd do it?"

"Oh, God, yes!"

"What exactly would you do?"

"I'd lie on her, nudge my cock into that sweet little vagina, and
I'd push in."

"And thrust and come inside her? Shoot out sperm?"

"Yes!"

"What would you give to be able to do that just once?"

"Oh, maybe my left arm. Half my money. No, all my money! But
you're tormenting me! You know that can never happen!"

"Yeah, probably not. I'm sorry to upset you. I just wanted the
world to know." She rested her hand gently on his knee.

The man took his face in his hands and started sobbing.

Peering through the mirror, Major Bailey saw Zoe looking sad,
wiping a tear from her eye.

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The movie cut to Annette interviewing a man of perhaps 70.

"So, what's your story, Mike?"

"I'm a pedophile. A fucking pedophile. I matured early -- like
12. When I was like 13 I got a reputation for asking the youngest
girls in my class if they'd have sex with me. It was kind of a
joke. Some of the bigger girls had started developing and they'd
ask me, but I didn't want anything to do with them. I was only
interested in the younger ones, who weren't interested in me.
There was one girl I'll always remember. Cathy. She was short and
small and I'd asked her a couple times and she'd always said no.
And then she said yes, and my first time was her first time too,
up in my bedroom. I got it into her an inch and then I
ejaculated, just like that, almost before we knew it. Half an
hour later she let me do it again and she thought it was kind of
nice. I got her to sleep over, and I swear every hour we did it
again. After that, we had stuff to do and couldn't get together
for a couple days, but then we did it again. But that time when
we were done she got up and was walking around naked, casual and
happy. But I noticed it then -- the hips, the little breasts, the
hair on her pussy. And then I just wasn't interested any more. We
never did it again. She was mad at first, but then within a week
or two some other boys got interested in her and she's probably
been happily screwing away ever since. Me, I never found a girl
like that again. I've never had my penis in any one else, ever.

"I volunteered to work with girls of like 9 or 10 for a while,
nothing sexy of course. It was nice, I felt really tender things
for them. But of course I could never do anything with them. I
had to stay out of their panties. Every single pair. It got so
frustrating I eventually gave it up."

"But if you imagine a girl, say even a year or two younger than
Cathy... not a hint of pubic hair, no hips, totally flat chest,
and she magically had a big enough vagina, and she asked you to
come do it to her..."

"Well yeah, of course. You've gotten me stiff talking like that,
you witch!"

"Sorry."

"But sure, I'd plunge it in. Sometimes I imagine all the sperm
I've been making and storing up these past 50-odd years, and I
imagine myself finally getting it into a girl like that. I'd
come, and then keep coming, incredibly happy. I imagine myself
thrusting in and out, pumping her full of it, just coming and
coming. It would fill her up and then start flowing out. The
hours would go by and I'd just keep delivering it, and then I'd
get skinnier and skinnier, pouring my whole self out through that
slit, deep inside the girl, more and more, until I'd be just a
husk of skin and bone, all of my liquid self put into the girl.
But in the fantasy that's my mission in life. That's the way I'd
want it. Then I'd die. I'd gladly die like that."

Zoe looked perplexed and thoughtful.

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Annette appeared alone in the next scene, saying, "The
pedophiles. They're few enough that we can all pretend they don't
exist. But there are thousands of them -- millions. Ted and Mike
are brave to volunteer to appear in front of the camera. Some
succeed in just putting it all out of their minds, but an awful
lot don't. They suffer in silence. And some of them can't take
it. They leave notes."

Annette picked up a paper.

"They say a gun is a metaphor for a penis. Well, this penis would
only work in little girls, and there are no little girls. So my
penis can never deliver anything. But my gun works. It can
deliver a bullet to my brain. Goodbye everyone." Annette looked
at the camera and said, "They found that in his pocket."

Zoe looked worried.

"Sorry, guys, but every day hurts too much. If my cock wanted
13-year-old pussy life would be great. But it wants only
6-year-old pussy. So I burn, day in and day out. Now I get to
burn for good, one last time, and when you find me I should be
good and charred." Annette held up the paper, charred around the
edges.

"You'll see from my will I've left everything in trust to the
five little girls I've loved the most, who never knew I loved
them. Maybe they can use the money. I can't. Images of girls in
panties invade my mind, along with the thought I can never even
touch them. I've come to hate every minute I'm alive. Now I'm
getting real sleepy. The drugs should have me gone in an hour.
What a relief!" Annette showed that this message was scrawled on
the back of an impressive-looking official document.

Zoe was visibly upset, squirming around.

The video switched to a grainy video of a guy in his 20s
addressing a camera.

"Well, everyone, I thought I'd make this video to say goodbye.
Love you mom, dad. And you too, sis. And if my friends see it,
you're good guys too, even if we spent all our time dissing each
other. You know I never have sex. Well, it's not that my
equipment doesn't work, and it's not that I don't care. Shit, I
care so much. The problem is -- I'm a miserable, goddamned
pedophile! The girls I want to do are like 4 years old. I dream
about it, but it can never happen. Sometimes I find myself
clawing at my face trying to get out of this body into somewhere
else. But there's nowhere else to go. I told a therapist once,
worked out my feelings, decided there was no point worrying you
about it, because there was absolutely nothing anyone could do.
It was OK in theory, but in practice I felt worse than ever. So
I'm ending it all. I know you'll miss me, but I hope you
understand. This is hell for me. Well, OK, bye." The video showed
him picking up a gun, looking at it, and slowly pointing it at
his head, then it ended.

Zoe was crying out loud. "Did he do it? Did he shoot himself?"

"What do you think?" asked Miss Collins softly.

Zoe didn't answer but cried more.

The encompassing video switched to a winter skyline, sun setting
through a maze of trunks of leafless trees as somber music
played.

Behind the one-way glass, Major Bailey murmured to himself, "The
most expensive grooming operation in history".

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Zoe was very upset.

"That's so awful. Those men are so sad. They could stick their
penis in me if it means so much to them. I think I'm the right
age, right?"

"I think you are."

"And there are other guys just as sad as they are, so sad they'll
shoot themselves?"

"There are."

"I want to help them! I thought my vagina was too small. But is
it big enough? Would it work?"

"We can make your vagina big enough. Some medicine, and a simple
little operation. That part we can handle. A big man penis will
slide in just fine and you won't hurt at all after the
operation."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Then let's do it!"

"But the question is... what do you want? Letting men stick their
penises in you -- that's a big girl thing, not a little girl
thing."

"I know, but... those men don't want big girls... they need girls
like me!"

"That's right, but it's not your job to make men happy."

"But I want to! They're so sad!"

Miss Collins paused. "You are very kind, Zoe. You're a very kind
girl."

Zoe looked down shyly.

"But there's something else. The big girls want it. They want to
get it -- you saw. You're not going to feel that way inside, like
you want it for you."

"That's OK... I want it for them!"

Major Bailey closed his eyes and gave a big, satisfied sigh.

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Chapter 2

Major Bailey was an officer in the army of East America. Zoe's
big brother was a prisoner of West America in the ongoing
American war. The government had contacted the parents of girls
like her who had a strong interest in winning the war and asked
to do a battery of tests on their sons and daughters. A few were
taken into a largely pointless program to give feedback on
propaganda aimed at West American children. Most were told they
did not qualify. The black ops people approached a few selected
families and asked if they might spare their girls for an unusual
but potentially important mission. The story for friends and
neighbors would be that they were away at the propaganda testing
program. They would actually be somewhere else where the
government would deny any knowledge of their activities. If the
parents said yes, they asked the girls. They asked Zoe if she'd
be willing to take some risks and do hard things to help her
brother come home safe, and she said yes. She said it without
hesitation.

One screening criterion was that the kids had to be attractive.
Zoe was a gorgeous girl with blond hair, blue eyes and a winning
smile. Another was that they needed to score high on empathy and
compassion for others. They also needed to be friendly and
resilient in the face of unpleasantness. They needed to be open
to new experiences, especially unusual things involving their
body and invasions of their personal space. One test was to put
their fingers in a grown-up's mouth for a minute, another was to
have grown-up fingers in their mouth for a minute at a time, all
for no reward but the experimenter's praise. They were looking
for a low "ick" reaction along with willingness to do the task.

And so here Zoe was, to see if they could turn her into a girl to
exceed a pedophile's wildest dreams. That's what the movie was
for.

Another criterion was her having little knowledge of sex or of
how men and women related to each other in the real world, so she
would believe in the world so elaborately created on the movie
set, the one where women were eager to get it from any man they
could.

There were a few other girls in the initial class. But Zoe was
the star pupil.

Miss Collins was actually Dana Collins, a superb civilian child
psychologist recruited specifically for this program.

The surgery was quite an achievement in itself from the secret
government medical labs. The main purpose was of course to give a
small girl a vagina big enough to take an adult penis in all the
way, without damage or pain. But it also bestowed lifelong
immunity to sexually transmitted infections, and a girl
lubricated quickly at the prospect of sex, not requiring any
foreplay.

Zoe had the surgery and quickly recovered. There were more
movies, and demonstrations, dildos, and question and answer
sessions. But finally she was ready for her first real test.

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The man entered and shut the door behind him.  Miss Collins had
dressed Zoe in nothing but panties and a white dress.

"Hi, Zoe," he said. "My name is Luke."

"Hi... Luke," she said.

"My, you are the most gorgeous girl in the world."

Zoe looked down shyly.

"And they said... they said you might be willing to... to let
me..."

"Stick your penis in my vagina? Yes! But I've never had one stuck
in me before, so I'm kinda nervous."

"First... First I'll take all my clothes off -- you keep yours on
for now."

"OK!"

The man removed his T-shirt, shorts and underpants. His penis was
mostly swollen but pointed down.

"Ooo!" said Zoe.

"To help it get ready, could you pull down your panties and --
and let me see up under your dress."

"Sure!" she said, pulling the panties off and sitting on the bed
cross-legged so her dress rode up. "Your penis goes in right
here," she said, pointing. Then she giggled. "But I bet you knew
that." She saw the organ getting stiff before her eyes. "Ooo! It
gets big and hard, just like in the movies!"

The man feasted his eyes on her. Zoe was already a goddess. Yes,
the golden hair, big blue eyes and regular face set the stage,
but she had another intangible layer of physical perfection. And
her personality was irrepressible, she was intelligent, and
amazingly kind and empathetic.

He'd had occasional fantasies over the years of slowly winning a
girl's trust and gradually getting her used to one sexual thing
after another, with the dream of maybe getting a hand job some
day. But this... She wanted him to stick his penis into her
vagina! He was certainly ready, so there was no reason to wait.

As he approached the bed she lay back and spread her legs wide,
smiling.

"Could you take the dress off too?"

"Sure!" she said and instantly did it, then lay back again. But
she also gulped.

As he lowered himself into position, he asked, "You sure this is
OK?"

She nodded.

He soaked up her girl energy, right there in front of him, the
perfect skin of childhood, even more perfect on this particular
child. Her private parts were not hidden by skirt or even
panties, nor were her legs closed or her hands nervously over
those parts. Her privates were on display for him, and her legs
were spread wide for him to get a better look -- and for him to
touch.

He stroked his finger gently up and down her labia, and looking
closely he noticed the tiniest of hairs, no different from those
girls have all over their bodies. His cock twitched in its
excitement.

He opened her pussy lips with the fingers of his right hand and
saw the female wonders within, notably the vaginal opening, tight
but promising. She was eagerly offering him her female parts at
the age of seven. She was offering him the chance to slide his
cock into her vagina, with no hint of coercion.

He lodged his cock tip in place, ready to take what was offered.
Then he pushed. The tip slid in.

Zoe giggled but didn't leap away, as he at some intuitive level
expected. She was no cock tease.

The man slid it in further, and although he knew it would fit, it
was still amazing to see it gliding so smoothly into a
7-year-old's body. And the sensations! As he slid slowly out
partway and then back in, he thought the surgeons had done an
amazing job. It felt better than any big girl's or woman's pussy
he'd ever experienced, and not just because of the magnificent
creature that it led into.

He started with full, strong thrusts. His plan had been to be
silent and last a minute. But the perfection of the situation,
the sensations and the girl herself were too much. "Oh, God, Zoe,
that's amazing. Wow. Oh, shit, oops, oh Zoe, Zoe, oh,
aaaahhhhhhh!" He thought he might faint from the ecstasy. He kept
pistoning in and out as his cock delivered strong squirts up
between Zoe's legs, inside her lips, inside her vagina -- way,
way up inside her vagina! The daddy's wet delivered safely into
the mommy's wet.

Zoe was smiling up at him as he slowly withdrew.

"The semen came out! You ejaculated! I could tell! I couldn't
feel it, but I could tell. You liked that?"

The man smiled and couldn't help grinning. It wouldn't look very
professional on the video that was going to be studied by many
eyes, but he couldn't help himself.

"So it's true? I made you happy just by letting you do sex to me?
That was easy! So, the semen. They say it comes out, but not how
soon. Maybe if I reach in here I can get some... There, that must
be it... Smells funny... Can I taste it?"

This girl was going beyond all their plans and protocols. "Sure.
You might not like it but it won't hurt you."

She tasted it and made a face. "Yeah, not very good. But you men
spurt it in my vagina, not my mouth, and my vagina doesn't taste
things, so it all works out fine!... And there, your penis is
getting soft, just like in the movies. Can I play with it?"

"Sure," said the man. And he was treated to the gentle touch of
the lovely girl at the same time she talked excitedly about it
all. He noticed the first signs of a returning erection. He
probably could... no, he couldn't go that far off the protocol.

"OK, Zoe, I've got to go now. You've been wonderful. Can I have a
hug?"

As he rose to stand on the floor she stood on the bed and wrapped
her arms around behind his back to give him a big squeeze.

Major Luke Bailey walked out, smiling. As director of the
program, he took for himself the right to be the one to take
Zoe's virginity. Favoring himself that way would be against
military regulations, but the whole thing was against military
regulations, and this was black ops. In his life Major Bailey had
done OK with women. He had fond memories of the young-looking
15-year-old girl he'd made love to when he was that age. But even
she was far from what he really wanted. His dream had always been
someone like Zoe.

The program had been his brainchild. It looked promising. But he
nodded with another smile that whatever the success of the
ultimate mission, it had let him fulfill and exceed his dream.

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Private Brown sat alone in what looked like a cheap hotel room.
He was confused about what kind of an exercise this was.

He was to assume he was on R&R in a foreign posting and a
civilian came to see him in private. He was freed from any
obligation to follow Army regulations, US laws, or the laws of
the host country. But his conscience should still be his guide.

He thought of all the possibilities he could. Someone would bribe
him. They'd offer him drugs. They'd accuse one of his fellow
soldiers of murder. They'd say they were in mortal danger and beg
him for help...

The civilian who entered was a small girl with Nordic coloring.
Maybe he was posted to Sweden? She was also a beautiful girl, and
he felt his protective barriers rising, felt him steeling
himself. The black ops investigators had found out about his
attraction, but he still had to make sure he never messed with a
girl. And this particular beauty? If she came on to him? He
steeled himself again.

"Hi!" she said brightly. She was wearing a simple knee-length
gray dress. "They said you like kids and maybe I could cheer you
up."

"Oh, uh, I don't know why they'd think that."

"Sit on the bed." She pushed him back gently. "Can I sit on your
lap? I'd like to."

This was going to be difficult. She didn't wait for an answer,
but sat crosswise on his lap and leaned her right side back
against him.

A child prostitute? He'd heard about them, of course, but the
idea disgusted him. He didn't want to hurt some girl.

"Look, kid, did they make you come here? To get money? What do
you want from me?"

"Money? No."

Her warm presence made his cock started to grow.

She wriggled her bottom around a bit and smiled at him. "I feel
that."

Private Brown lifted her up, set her on the bed next to him and
then sat down two feet away. "Tell me what's going on here. I
don't want a prostitute. Do they make you do this?"

"Make me? No. I found out about sex. About how men have penises
that get long and hard and wonderful. And then they stick them
into women and that makes the men really happy. And it's a good
thing they like to because that's the only way we get new babies.
And then I found that some men would really like to stick it in
little girls like me, and they get really sad that they can't.
And that made me sad. Some get so sad they die! So I wanted to
help them. I got them to make my vagina big enough. And they said
just maybe you would be that kind of guy. I just want to make you
happy if I can."

Private Brown felt faint. No laws or regulations; he had to
decide what to do. He just sat, paralyzed.

"Can I kiss your cheek?" When he didn't say anything, she
shuffled forward on her knees and put her arms gently around him
and rested her hands on his left shoulder. And then she began
kissing his right cheek. His cock got very hard and was pressed
painfully against his briefs, unable to rise.

"I can tell your penis is hard. Can you let it out so I can see
it?" She gave a brief giggle.

Oh, shit. He felt his defenses cracking. What broke the immediate
logjam in his thinking was simple: his cock hurt. He rose briefly
to pull down his trousers and briefs to his knees. His cock at
once sprang up.

"Ooooo, there's nothing like a big penis that's stiff and ready
to go! Can I touch it?" When he didn't object, she reached down
with her right hand to caress it.

He involuntarily took a sharp breath, and turned to look at her.

She shuffled back a couple inches on her knees and lifted her
dress to reveal her panties underneath. Holding the dress with
one hand, she held the front of the panties open so he could see
inside.

"There. That's where you can stick it. It's all ready for you.
You want to?"

Even his most erotic fantasies had never gone like this. An
absolute angel of a girl had come to find him alone in a room
with a bed. Someone had alerted her in advance to his attraction,
and she made clear just how much she wanted to help him get
happy. Along with admiring and caressing his stiff cock, she was
now showing him her private female parts. You could imagine a
girl this age exposing herself like this in a game of doctor.
"See, look at mine!" But girls this age didn't say, "Now that
you've looked, you should stick your stiff cock in there!" They
just didn't.

The brass had assured him there would be no disciplinary or legal
consequences, he just had to consult his conscience. If she was
unwilling it was a terrific act.

"Have you done this before?" he asked.

"Just once," she said. "So, you want to?"

So she even knew what she was getting into -- or, he thought with
a smile, what was going to get into her. Philosophy and ethics
vanished.

"God, yes," he murmured.

The dress came off over the top, panties went down to her ankles,
and the girl lay back without him doing anything.

He climbed up onto her, and his cock tip approached small girl
pussy as she held it open a little. Above was the gorgeous girl
face, the luxurious jumble of her blond hair beside her head, but
above all the smile. The smile of a girl without even any mixed
feelings. She wanted his penis inside her.

"You promise you'll tell me if anything hurts?" he said.

"Promise!" she said.

The delicate opening looked way too small, but in the face of
gentle pressure, just as promised, it was stretchy -- very
stretchy -- and his cock eased inside. Two inches would be
enough, but... it went further... it went in all the way.

He was dimly aware of the sight of the small girl smiling up at
him. He was much more immediately aware of the vagina gripping
him tight and hot.

He thrust in and out slowly. The pleasure was overwhelming, even
with slow strokes. When he looked down there was no doubt... His
cock was not under her bottom, or between tightly clenched legs,
or in a Fleshlight. It was right inside her vagina, stretching it
wide open, and it was in deep -- the whole thing buried in hot,
slick, tight pussy. He looked up past narrow hips to flat chest
and took in her small size. Little girl pussy, no less. Pussy in
a perfect little girl. His gaze reached her bright and curious
eyes.

He thrust a little harder, then a little faster, looking for
discomfort in her face. Then he thrust a lot harder and a lot
faster.

"I think you're about to ejaculate," she said, eyes bright.

He hesitated. Did she want him to pull out? He stopped.

Sensing his confusion, she said, "No, keep going! I want you to
ejaculate because that means you're really happy!"

He went back to his hard, fast, deep thrusting.

She lifted her head and whispered near his ear, "Spurt it where
you want to most, way in deep!"

He was on the edge anyway, and with that thrilling comment he
lunged his cock deep and held still as he ejaculated, drowning in
pleasure. His cock drowned the deep end of her pussy in sperm,
pulse after pulse.

The smiling girl gave a happy little laugh.

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Zoe underwent other kinds of training. She learned how to put on
funny zip-up suits that covered her whole body, funny masks and
helmets, and big heavy boots. She learned how to follow
directions that got whispered in her ears through the helmets,
how to not be scared when she got attached to a rope at her waist
and lowered from way up high down to the ground, and how to hold
herself the right way so big strong men could carry her more
easily this way and that. The hardest thing she learned was to
stay out of the way, no matter how curious she was, while those
men did amazing things with big pieces of equipment, often very
quickly.

Then it was time. Miss Collins was with her. There was a long
plane flight, and then another shorter one, and then in the
middle of the night she was outside briefly in a humid, warm,
dark place before she got whisked onto a helicopter for another
ride. Then they let her down on a rope from the helicopter and
she was caught by big strong men. The helicopter flew away and it
was suddenly very quiet. It was warm and humid. She walked along
quickly sometimes, ran others, and when she got tired or there
were big rocks in the path the men carried her. They got to an
area where there were some widely separated houses, with lights
on in the windows here and there. When they were in the back yard
of a particular house, Miss Collins went to work, just as they'd
practiced. She helped her out of her boots and pants and jacket
and everything, then into a fresh pair of panties and a dress.
Socks and shiny shoes followed, and then Miss Collins combed her
hair and looked her all over. She knew they wanted to make sure
she was as pretty as she could be.

Then she and Miss Collins were ushered into the house through a
back door into a kitchen, and while a couple of the strong men
waited there, a couple others ushered her and Miss Collins into a
messy room. There were clothes and fast food boxes all over, and
then a place with lots of different computer screens, cables, and
little boxes with bright little lights of all different colors.
And there was a man in a chair surrounded by the computer
screens. He had a rough beard and wore a dirty T-shirt and some
jeans.

"Here she is," said Miss Collins softly. "Zoe, this is Kevin.
He's the kind of man who would maybe like you."

Kevin looked confused, stealing glances at her.

She walked towards him and said, "Hi. Hi, Kevin."

When he didn't answer she said, "I found out all about sex and
how much grown-ups think about sex and like it. And then I
learned there are men who only want sex with little girls like
me, and they can never do it and get really sad. And that made me
really, really sad, so I said I'd help men like that get happy...
Can I sit on your lap?"

Kevin shrugged. "I guess."

"We'll leave you alone, but the door will be open so we can
hear," said Miss Collins before retreating.

Zoe nodded and turned to Kevin. "You think I'm pretty?"

"Uh, yeah, I'd say so."

She hopped up and kissed him on his stubbly cheek. "So when the
grown-ups say it's OK, then you get to kiss me and touch me any
way you want. Really, anywhere! Here too." She shifted around so
she was kneeling straddling his legs, lifted her dress up slowly,
held it with her left hand, and then with her right slowly pulled
her panties down enough so he could see her slit.

"Whoa, wait..." said Kevin. But he looked, and looked away, then
looked again.

She gently felt between his legs and located his penis, which was
bigger than it would usually be -- she knew that now.

"Zoe!" he said, his brow furrowed.

"And you wanna know a secret?" She didn't wait for an answer but
leaned in to his left ear. "I had them make my vagina big like a
big girl's, so you could stick your penis in it. I learned that
was what made men happiest of all, so that's why I did it. You
can poke it in and out and then fill me up with sperm!"

Kevin sighed, pushed her gently but firmly off his lap so she was
standing on the floor again.

"OK, I did the first part," said Zoe towards the open door.

Miss Collins entered and spoke to Kevin. "If you come to East
America, she'll be yours as often as you like."

"Forget it!" he said. "I don't want your little whore!"

Miss Collins ushered Zoe out into the adjoining room and two men
went back in with Kevin. One emerged a minute later, shaking his
head.

"Shit," said one of the other men. "Well, we tried."

"Can I be alone with him?" said Zoe. "Talk to him by myself? With
the door shut?"

"Not safe. We don't know what he'd do," said a slightly older
man.

"Course it's not safe!" said Zoe. "It's not safe for all the men
who are fighting. You don't have to treat me like a little kid.
They asked me way back if I'd take risks, and I said yes."

"She's got a point," said Miss Collins.

The older man hesitated, then went into Kevin's room and called
the other man back.

"Good luck, Zoe," he said with a kind look. "But keep your
clothes on, OK? Until we say it's OK? You promise?"

"I promise."

Zoe nodded and went into the room and closed the door behind her
and approached to six feet from Kevin. Seeing no chair, she sat
on the floor.

"What did they do to you? Do they beat you?" said Kevin.

"No. No! They just taught me about how sex works with adults,
which was kind of fun," she said with a smile. "And then told me
about the sad men like you. And they read me the suicide notes.
And showed me a few videos guys left just before they killed
themselves. And it seemed really, really sad!"

"You know you're only allowed to make me happy if I promise to
work with your government? That's called prostitution, you know.
You let me have sex with you if I do what they want."

"Oh. That sounds icky when you put it like that. But I guess I
knew it. And I guess we went a long way on a secret trip just to
find a guy who likes little girls."

"That's for sure. You know where you are?"

She shook her head.

"Cuba. Cuba is a neutral country, so your soldiers aren't allowed
in here. I mostly work for West America, the ones you East
Americans are fighting against. I'm really good with computers.
They want me to work for you instead. So if I say yes I get to
violate your body. And that sucks."

"It's not 'violate' if I don't think so. Anyway, my brother is a
prisoner. So I hope I can help him get free so he can come home
again."

"Oh, I see. So it's kind of personal. But I'm not going to abuse
you..." His face softened. "But as long as you're here... you
want to talk with me? Tell me what you like?"

"Sure! Well... I love Barbies. And paper dolls. And my girl
friends Sue and Alice, I get to write to -- on paper, and they
make sure I don't give away any secrets. I'll get to see them
again when the war is over. Meanwhile I get to play with the
other girls in the program. They learned how to let men do sex to
them too, but they tell me they don't really like it so much. I
think it's just fine! I mean, it's a little weird with this big
thing sticking right into my bottom, I mean my, well, my vagina,
and it fills me up. But it's OK. There's nothing like a man with
a penis that's big and long and hard and ready to stick into a
woman. If men didn't do that there wouldn't be any more babies.
And they want to do it so bad! But women like to get it up in
there even more, I guess. It's like they're crazy to get it
inside them between the legs. I don't get why it's something they
want so, so much. But they say I will when I get bigger." She
shrugged. "So it all works out for them. But the guys like you...
the pedophiles... Their penis gets big and hard and they want to
do the very same thing, but only in little girls who don't really
want it so much. And then their vaginas are too small anyway. And
that's so sad! Men with a big penis that's ready to go and start
a baby, like the women need. But they just want to stick it in
somewhere else -- in a little girl like me! ... After they made
my vagina bigger they tried me out a few times of course. And I
think about how much the men want to start a baby, and how strong
they are, and how big the thing is inside me. They get it in
deep! But I love seeing how happy they get, and they're giving me
a gift. The sperm is a gift."

Kevin held up his hand.

"Oops, I talk too much. They say I talk too much. I'll be quiet,
I promise."

"It's OK." Kevin gave a warm smile which quickly vanished. "You
sure talk a good game. You look me in the eye, OK? Don't look
away."

Zoe nodded solemnly and stared into Kevin's eyes.

"Did they threaten you if you didn't do something?"

Zoe shook her head.

"If you said you didn't want to, what would happen?"

"One girl said she didn't want to do some things, and it was OK.
She still lives with us but doesn't do anything. One girl didn't
want a man to mess with her vagina, but she got good at rubbing
her hand up and down on a penis until it ejaculates." She
giggled. "I guess some men like that too. Would you like that?
I'm OK at it, but not as good as her."

"Well, in theory I guess." Kevin smiled briefly. "Keep looking at
me. Did you feel bad when these other guys 'stuck it in you'?
Feel icky and gross?"

Zoe shook her head, still staring at Kevin.

"Have nightmares?"

Zoe shook her head.

"And it never hurt inside where the penis was going?"

"No. I was a little sore after the surgery for a couple days. But
nothing as bad as a sore throat."

"Holy shit!" muttered Kevin, but then his face closed up. "But
I'm not going to work for you guys. It's nice to meet you, and
you're a sweet girl, but it won't work." He turned back to his
biggest computer screen.

Zoe knew he expected her to go, but she didn't. "Is it true you
never get to stick your penis in a girl? And never want to do it
in a woman?"

Kevin was silent.

"That's so sad... Wouldn't you like to do it just once?"

"Not on the terms they offer."

Zoe considered. "Well, maybe we don't have to tell them. I
promised I wouldn't take my clothes off, but... hmmm."

"Zoe..."

"You deserve to be a little happy, at least once!" She climbed up
onto his lap. "They didn't say I couldn't play with your penis."
She started undoing his zipper. After a moment, Kevin helped and
there was his penis sticking up, straight and hard. "Oh, it's
wonderful. Ready to poke into a vagina and start a baby! I love
penises."

Kevin sighed.

"Look, I got an idea." Zoe straddled Kevin and let her dress ride
up, maneuvering herself over him. She aimed his organ at her
panty crotch. "Kiss, kiss. There, your penis got to kiss a little
girl's panties."

"Zoe!" said Kevin, confused.

"Or, let's see. I can pull the panties to the side like this
and... kiss, kiss, your penis got to kiss right against a girl's
slit. Or, hey! This oughtta work!" She slid her lips open with
one finger and nestled his cock tip right in the opening of her
vagina. "And if I press down... I didn't take any clothes off!"
She pressed but the penis didn't go in.

"Oh, shit, Zoe!" moaned Kevin. "You sure this is OK?"

"Yeah! I want you to be happy." She beamed at him.

Kevin lifted her bottom up with his hands, moved it up higher and
then his penis slid in a little. He moved her bottom a little
more and it slid in quickly all the way.

"Oh, shit, oh God!" said Kevin, who then held her bottom up and
managed quick little thrusts from below by tilting his pelvis.

Zoe beamed down at him. "Ooooo, you're so happy!" She caressed
his cheek.

Kevin kept humping up into her, little tiny strokes.

"I hope you can ejaculate. I know that's what feels best of all."

"Say that again," whispered Kevin, his face red, straining as he
held her bottom up off him and thrust into her.

"Oh, yeah, ejaculate! Stick it in as far as you can until you get
that amazing feeling and the sperm comes gushing out way up my
vagina!"

Kevin gasped and looked into Zoe's beaming face with a pained
expression which then went vacant, as he relaxed, letting her
down onto him, penis still up inside. They sat that way for the
better part of a minute, Zoe caressing his face and kissing his
cheeks now and then, and commenting now and then. "I've never
done it that way before... But I can tell you ejaculated... I
hope you liked it... Oops, I talk too much."

"It's OK... I loved it."

There was a soft knock on the door. Zoe scrambled up off Kevin's
lap, her panties snapping back into position, and quickly
smoothed her dress down. Kevin stuffed his cock back into his
pants.

"Zoe?" said Miss Collins' voice as the door opened, though she
remained out of sight. "We've got to go soon."

"One more minute!" said Zoe, who stood beside Kevin. "You had a
good time? Got to do it once at least?"

"Yeah," said Kevin. "But I'm still not going to work for you
guys, you know."

"Oh, that. That's OK," said Zoe. "That's for you grown-ups to
worry about." She kissed him on the cheek.

She left the room, turning at the door to give him a final wink,
and was gone. Two men went back in to exchange a few words with
Kevin. And then they were all out the door, and all the steps of
their journey reversed. Miss Collins helped Zoe back into her
suit and boots, and they walked back the way they had come,
mostly uphill this time. There was the sound of the approaching
helicopter, Zoe was lifted up into its belly on a rope, the
others came up too, and they went through the same three flights
in reverse order.

Miss Collins spoke quietly to Zoe the first time they were in a
regular plane and it was quiet enough to talk. "Did he have sex
with you in there?"

Zoe looked away.

"You'd never make a good liar. Did he promise to work for us?"

Zoe hesitated and shook her head. "But he'd never had a chance to
have sex. It took a while, but I finally kind of convinced him.
Well, I did most of the work. But even though he was still
sitting in his big chair he poked his penis up into me and
ejaculated." She giggled.

Miss Collins sighed. "Oh, it's hard to be mad at you, Zoe. You're
such a loving girl. Not exactly what we had in mind, though." She
sighed again.

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Major Bailey leapt from his chair and pumped his fists. It worked
after all!

He returned to his seat to read the message again. After a week's
delay, Kevin said he wanted to work for them after all. He had
conveyed some helpful information already, promised more, and
wanted to come to East America -- to wherever Zoe was, to be
precise.

In her debriefing after the mission, Miss Collins had told him
that Zoe had let Kevin do her -- "poke his penis into her and
ejaculate" was the blunt phrasing as he recalled it -- even
though he'd sworn he'd never help East America.

But this had been their desperate Plan B -- let Zoe give him what
he wanted unconditionally. They couldn't tell Zoe about it,
because it would have to come entirely from her, unfaked. But her
gift without strings attached worked. It convinced him Zoe really
was sincere. And while warfare was built upon lies, Zoe was if
nothing else sincere in her desire to help miserable pedophiles
be a little happier.

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At the secret base in East America the routine continued. The
girls had school with the nice woman Megan who took care of them
most of the time. They played outside. There were lots of toys.
Zoe talked to the other girls all the time. Now and then the talk
went to their training. One got to feel OK about men sticking
their penises in her after Zoe told her all different ways how
she felt about it.

"Zoe, we'd like you to meet someone," said Mrs. Collins three
weeks after they had returned.

In walked Kevin! He was now nicely dressed and clean-shaven, in a
clean T-shirt and shorts.

"Oh, hi!" said Zoe, running over and leaping into his arms. "What
are you doing here?"

"Well, I decided to work for you after all. All because of you."

She looked into his face and whispered. "Oh, well, I bet you want
to stick it in me again. The usual way with me on my back!" She
looked around the room, but it lacked beds or sofas.

"Oh, you sexy little devil!" he said. "Later -- there will be
time later."

She stopped whispering. "Well, OK, but women -- and girls --
shouldn't say no to men without a very good reason!"

"Where did you get that idea?" he said.

"It's a long story," cut in Miss Collins. "I'll tell you later."

Zoe caught the meaningful look she gave him but didn't know what
to make of it.

It was two hours later that Zoe and Kevin were alone in a
bedroom.

"I've dreamed about this for so long," he said. "I want to kiss
you everywhere."

"OK," said Zoe, who was content to have her clothing removed
reverently one piece at a time, and to have Kevin run his lips
all over her as if she were a very precious thing. He undressed
too.

She looked at him. "But you'd really like to stick it in me and
shoot the sperm, right? Why make yourself wait?"

"Oh, I don't want it to be over too soon."

"You can keep kissing me after you've done the sex. Then you can
do it again."

Kevin laughed. "You've got a point. Oh, when you put it like that
I want it so bad!"

"Then take it!" said Zoe, spreading her legs.

Kevin mounted, thrust his penis into her vagina quickly, and ten
strokes later gasped and groaned.

Zoe smiled. "You ejaculated? Wow, that was fast!"

Kevin smiled. "You're gorgeous and sexy." He barely caught his
breath before he was licking her again. Before long he was
licking her between the legs. That was fine, since he liked it so
much. But something else started happening. She'd noticed before
that when a man stuck it in her and kept going in and out a
while, it started feeling kind of good. Not just helping him feel
good, and not just the fuzzy warmth like you'd get from a hug. It
felt good right there in her vagina. And now it felt good again,
but more. Much more. Kevin said he expected that to happen and he
wanted to help her feel good that way. Zoe didn't mind, and by
the time he stopped her vagina parts were sort of glowing with a
very warm, good feeling. But something about it felt weird too.

He reminded her of how men felt so good when they ejaculated, and
said girls could get that good feeling too. Women felt good that
way pretty often when men did sex to them. He wasn't sure about
young girls but had heard it could happen.

Kevin wanted to sleep with her all night long, and after checking
with Miss Collins they agreed that was fine. He licked her some
more, and stuck it in her and ejaculated before they went to
sleep. In the morning he got her to act like a girl horse while
he did her from behind, and that was fun. She'd seen it in the
movie, of course.

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"Miss Collins, something funny happened with Kevin."

"Oh, what?"

"He licked me all over, but most of all between the legs. He said
it might start feeling really good, and it did! Is that OK?"

Miss Collins smiled. "Yes, that's fine. Big girls react that way,
but little girls can too. You can get those feelings too by
yourself if you rub around where he was licking. You might get
this big, wavy good feeling called an orgasm. I can't be sure,
but it might happen."

Alone in bed, Zoe experimented. She found a place that felt
really good. And after twenty minutes of rubbing it this way and
that, she had that big wavy orgasm! No doubt about it.

When Kevin came to see her the next evening, he started to lick
her again, and it started feeling good, but she didn't feel good
about it.

"What is it, Zoe?" asked Kevin, who was very attuned to her
feelings. "Doesn't it feel good?"

"Yeah, but..."

"But what?"

"I... I like it better when you make yourself feel good."

"Oh, OK," said Kevin. He sounded disappointed, but it didn't stop
him from plunging his penis into her vagina, poking back and
forth and splatting his semen into her while he had his amazing
good feeling and relief. It didn't stop him from waking her up in
the middle of the night and plunging it in and out until he
ejaculated again. That was kind of funny to be doing it when she
was half asleep. And it didn't stop him from doing it to her
again in the morning.

They had promised Kevin he could have Zoe, and they were all
going to keep the promise. She didn't mind him sticking it in
her, even 6 times a day.

But then he started wanting to be around her a lot during the
day, and talk sweet talk to her and kiss her on the lips, and she
didn't really like that.

She talked about it with Miss Collins, and they set some limits.
Yes, Kevin was in love with her, but he agreed to keep it to
himself from now on. He would have sex with her, and cuddle for
an hour here or there, and sleep with her at night a couple times
a week, but that was all. Zoe felt happy to be able to make him
feel good when he did sex to her, but she was glad she didn't
have to deal with the other stuff.

From the perspective of the grown-ups, she was relieved of trying
to fill the role of a real girlfriend. That was not a sort of
intimacy she was ready for. And while they had transformed her
into a little girl who liked to make men happy with sex, they had
no program that could transform her into a real girlfriend.

---------------------------------------------------------

Major Bailey sat in the theater to watch the latest version of a
new ending to the original recruitment video. He was sitting
right where the girls would sit, with Miss Collins beside him,
trying his best to think like they would think.

The old one ended with the interviews with the frustrated
pedophiles, then the suicide notes and the suicide video.

The new one segued from that directly to Zoe.

"When I learned about all those men who were so terribly sad, I
decided to help them feel better. They want to stick their big,
hard penises into little girls like me. I decided that was OK.

"First is the simple part. If you feel around between your legs
down there -- not where you poop, but the other part -- you'll
find your vagina. Maybe you can get a finger into it, maybe two.
But a man penis would never fit. Or it would hurt an awful lot.
But you don't need to worry about that. The grown-ups can do a
simple little operation while you're asleep, and maybe you're
sore for a day or two but then you've got a vagina that is big
enough to take big man penises. So you don't have to worry about
that part.

"The other part is how you feel about it. You've been taught that
your private parts are for you and no one else should touch them.
And that's right. No one else should touch them without your
permission. But could someone else touch them if you thought it
was OK? Maybe you've been taught that's terrible too. Because the
man is just making himself happy and not thinking of what you
want.

"But I thought about that a little bit. Do you ever think of how
many things grown-ups do to make you happy?" As Zoe described how
grown-ups feed children, the video showed her served a breakfast
of eggs and toast, a lunch of a toasted cheese sandwich, and
supper with a big slice of pizza. There was a glass of milk with
each meal. And it showed her with a big smile about to dig into a
bowl of ice cream with whipped cream and fudge sauce. As she
talked on the video about a warm place to live it showed Zoe
coming in out of the rain and taking off her jacket. As she
talked about toys it showed her ripping open a package to show a
beautiful doll. It showed her taking off a blindfold in a back
yard to see a new elaborate swing set. As she talked about
clothes it showed her prancing out of a changing room with a
pretty red dress on. When she talked about sleep it showed a
woman kissing Zoe goodnight, while Zoe visibly luxuriated in the
warmth of her bed, all but her face under the blankets.

"There are a few things we do for grown-ups because only we can
do them. Like pictures. Did you ever have to pose for a picture?"
The video showed Zoe in a fancy dress posed with her (movie)
family of two younger brothers and parents, and the photographer
moving them this way and that, and making her hold herself just
so. Amid the smiles she gave an exasperated expression. "Or be
nice to a relative?" The video showed Zoe with a reluctant
expression hopping into the lap of a fat old woman, who pawed her
while smiling and saying, "Oh, look at you! You've grown so big!
And you're such a pretty girl!..." The old woman engulfed Zoe in
her arms, then reached in to kiss her on one cheek and then the
other. Zoe looked at the camera with a mildly pained expression.

"And then there's your body, and how it's all yours. You often
don't keep it all to yourself." The video showed Zoe snuggled
tight against her movie father on a sofa, and then it showed her
riding on his shoulders with a big smile. And it showed her in
pajamas, chest flat against him and arms around his back as he
carried her to a bed.

"There are other times you kind of share it whether you want to
or not." It now showed her with an expression of grudging
toleration as those same two younger brothers climbed all over
her as she lay on a sofa. It showed the mother combing snarls out
of Zoe's hair. Zoe yelped and stamped the floor with frustration.
It showed her in a school setting where some big boy raced by and
accidentally crashed into her, sending her tumbling to the floor.
She sighed and picked herself up. It showed her squeezed between
two other big boys on a bench.

"And have you been to the doctor's?" The video showed Zoe wincing
as a nurse gave her a shot in her arm. It showed a doctor with a
stethoscope listening to her chest, another looking into her ear
with a scary-looking metal instrument while Zoe gritted her
teeth, eyes closed. "Or the dentist's?" It showed Zoe with the
dentist's hand and two or three mechanical devices in her
wide-open mouth, her eyes also open wide. "And even your private
parts -- if you get a rash or get sore, then they look you over
down there." The video showed her legs wide apart and a doctor
gently opening her labia as Zoe looked at the ceiling. The doctor
left.

The video showed her pulling her panties up, getting up and
smoothing her dress down and then walking across the hall to a
small bedroom. "So when there's a man who really wants to stick
his penis into a girl, and he's so sad that he can't that maybe
he'd kill himself, and he asks nicely..."

A man approached dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. He said softly,
"It would mean so much to me if I could, you know, do that thing.
Would you let me do that? Please?"

In the video Zoe said "Maybe later" and the man nodded once and
left. "And if you know you can say no... Then, if you decide to
say yes some time, what's so bad about that?" Zoe looked across a
corridor to a waiting area. The camera angle changed to showed a
different man sitting there, and she beckoned to him with her
finger and he followed her into the bedroom and shut the door
behind them.

The man asked gently, "Could I, maybe, do it?"

"Do what?" asked Zoe with an impish smile.

"Um, stick my penis in you? Only if you want."

Zoe considered a moment and said, "OK, you can," and with a look
of wonder the man quickly stripped, his erect penis popping into
view.

Zoe took it gently, moved it side to side and up and down, and
patted it. She then lay back on the bed, scrunching her dress up,
pulling her panties down and spreading her legs wide.

The man mounted her and aimed his penis between her legs and
said, "You sure it's OK?"

Zoe said, "Yes, I'm sure" with a smile.

The video showed the man's cock sliding into Zoe's body and then
going in and out in a gentle motion. The man sighed and gasped
and looked her body over appreciatively, "Oh, that feels so good,
oh, so good, oh, wow, oh, jeez..." Zoe smiled at him and caressed
his cheek gently with her fingers.

After 15 seconds of thrusting, it ended with, "Oh, oh, oh, oh,
aaaahhhhhh!" The man held still for a couple seconds, then pulled
out. "Oh, that was fantastic, you sure you're OK?" he said with
utter joy on his face.

"Yes, that was fine," said Zoe. She sat up and the camera zoomed
in on her, leaving the man out of the picture.

"A penis is hard on the inside but soft on the outside, and it's
warm. I felt it slide into my body and fill me up. It didn't hurt
at all on the way in, or when he was going back and forth, or on
the way out." She spread her legs and the video zoomed in to show
her pussy. "You see it closes up again tight the way it was
before, and feels the same as ever. He spurted some semen out the
end of his penis that's up there now, but I can't feel it. It
drips out. It might make a little stain, that's all, but you
never have to wear that pair again anyway." She then pulled the
panties up and smoothed the dress down and sat on the edge of the
bed.

"Big girls love when men stick a penis in them. These special men
are asking us little girls to act a little more grown-up than we
are. When a man spurts semen into a woman, he's giving her the
gift of life, doing his part to help her have a baby. The semen
that man gave me was a gift too.

"You see how nice he was to me. He didn't mean to hurt me or make
me feel bad, not at all. Now, for him, getting to do that even
once a year is the difference between feeling OK about life and
wanting to kill himself. So, I feel good about letting men do
that to me sometimes. Maybe you can think about how you'd feel
about it.

"We're just kids. Grown-ups do everything for us because the love
us and want us to grow up and be happy. Do you ever want to give
something back and help them? Sometimes they won't let us help
because we don't know enough or aren't strong enough. Even when
there is something we can do, someone else can always do the job
better and easier. Except for this! For this, no grown-up can do
what you can. You have the power to make men happy in a way that
no one else can. You are very important. You can even save men's
lives."

Zoe smiled as stirring music played and the picture cut to
beautiful fields of flowers in a summer breeze.

It sounded good to Major Bailey. Miss Collins was happy with it.
Most important of all, so were the other little girls in the
program when they saw it later.

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Chapter 3

Major Bailey reviewed in his mind where the program stood in
preparation for his interview with Kevin.

Zoe had enthusiastically offered her little body to five other
men when the soldiers took her somewhere and asked her to. Three
were right there in East America. Two required traveling to other
countries, but nothing like the top-secret trip to Cuba. Two of
the men turned her down, though they were obviously interested.
Three did it to her. Two of them did what the government wanted
to help the East American war effort.

But it all paled beside Kevin. Kevin knew how to get into the
West American computer systems like nobody else could. He helped
them gather priceless intelligence without being detected, and to
sabotage certain projects so carefully that they didn't know
they'd been sabotaged. What Kevin had done had paid for the
program a hundred times over.

Now Kevin had come to see him. Major Bailey thanked him for his
contribution.

"Glad to do what I can. But there's a guy who could help us even
more -- goes by Nabowolf. We met online years ago, before the war
started. We shared a lot. I know he's into girls too. He's
working now in the West American intelligence systems. I told him
about Zoe. He was impressed. He said he might be interested."

"You can just send messages back and forth in and out of West
American intelligence?"

Kevin smiled. "Hey, we're both good at what we do, OK?"

Major Bailey shrugged.

"Besides, we were using allusions and code words we in the
community developed back then. And -- finally getting to the
point here -- he said if I got him a one-year-old he'd go over to
our side."

"A one-year-old?"

"Yeah, a one-year-old girl."

"To... have sex with?"

"Yes. Sexual intercourse. Penis in vagina."

"Right, right. Sorry. I just wasn't expecting that. I don't know
how I can do that."

"Yeah, well, Zoe was a miracle. I thought maybe you had more
miracles up your sleeve. I just thought I'd mention it. But he
really could help us a lot."

"You sure a 5-year-old wouldn't do the job?"

"Nope. It's got to be a one-year-old."

Kevin explained some of the intelligence benefits Nabowolf could
likely provide, and Major Bailey was impressed.

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Major Bailey spoke to Miss Collins. "If it was important -- like
really important -- could we come up with a one-year-old girl for
a guy to have sex with?"

He was prepared for her to react with horror, but she didn't. She
looked thoughtful. "Really, really important?"

"Yes."

Then she smiled and said, "I have some ideas. I think I'll
consult with Zoe."

They confirmed with the medical people that the same surgery that
had prepared Zoe for intercourse could work with a small tot too.
But how could they get a small girl to tolerate it -- or more
important, to seem interested? Kevin confirmed that Nabowolf was
not any kind of a sadist, and he'd need the small girl to be
willing if not eager.

Miss Collins gave Zoe a vibrator, and Zoe confirmed in private
how it could bring on those good feelings very rapidly and
produce a big orgasm. Zoe herself wasn't interested in feeling
good that way so much herself, but it was good to know about it.
They developed a plan.

Every so often small children must be removed from a mother's
care if the woman dies, or is arrested for a serious crime, or
has to go into detox. If they don't have suitable relatives, the
kids go into foster care, though they often have to spend some
days in a hospital until a suitable opening with a foster family
becomes available.  The black ops people arranged to be informed
of such cases.

They then went to investigate and screen the girls. There were
some tests that could be done out in the open, but there was one
that couldn't. If the tiny girls passed the other tests, Zoe was
brought in to do the other one. She was the least likely person
to arouse suspicion. And so she was whisked around from city to
city and given some time alone with a variety of cute
one-year-old girls. She played with them a little so they were
fairly comfortable with her, and then the fun began.

"Time to pull down your diaper, Josephine," she said, removing
the thing and laying the small girl on a mat. She then produced
from her pink backpack the Hitachi. "Now, let's see how you like
this."

Zoe nestled the end of the magic wand against Jo's labia.
Josephine smiled and held still. She grinned and started panting.
Twenty seconds later, she convulsed and shuddered. Zoe noted the
strong and completely positive reaction -- many girls had more
mixed feelings about it.

"So you thought that was sure fun!" said Zoe. She put away the
vibrator, but let Josephine keep playing with her bottom bare and
distracted the small girl with other things.

But every few minutes Josephine would go to the backpack and try
to open it, then look at Zoe. After a half hour of this
intermittent persistence, Zoe got the vibrator out again.
Josephine put the wand roughly where she wanted it and looked at
Zoe expectantly. Zoe did what she'd done before, holding the wand
right at the labia of the little tot, pressing in a little,
moving around just a little. Josephine convulsed and shuddered
again, grinning. Zoe put the wand away, But Josephine started
trying to get into the backpack right away, not easily distracted
by anything else.

Zoe was convinced she was the right girl. After her report, the
proper paperwork was produced. Yes, they had found a good foster
home for Josephine.

She came to live at the base in her own private quarters, with
her own black ops foster mother. None of the girls but Zoe knew
of her existence.

"You've got to earn the vibrator, Jo," said Zoe. "Just spread
your legs and lie still." She poked her finger into the small
girl's vaginal folds. Jo didn't seem to mind. She was a smart
little girl and could easily connect cause and effect. Hold still
while they did something or other with your privates, because if
you were a good little girl, you'd get that wonderful vibrator
and it would give you that wonderful feeling.

Jo had her surgery and recovered. She learned that when she was
playing and a dildo appeared, it was time to pull down her diaper
and lie back with her legs spread. She would lie still and
patiently while Zoe pressed the dildo into her all the way and
moved it in and out using the various motions she had learned
while men did sex to her. Jo indicated no discomfort, physical or
psychological, at the dildo's insertion into her body. She just
seemed curious. She knew that her reward was the vibrator.

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"Hi, Kevin," said Zoe. "I'd like you to meet Josephine. Known as
Jo."

"Hi, Jo!" said Kevin. He knew why he'd been summoned, but he
hadn't really taken in what "one-year-old" meant in terms of a
real flesh-and-blood girl. "She's awfully little!"

The facility did not have any known nepiophiles. Kevin was the
closest match they had.

"Well, take your pants off and at least try," said Zoe.

Jo was mildly curious about the stuff between Kevin's legs, but
did not connect the floppy thing with the dildos she was used to.

Kevin's eyes were not on Joe but on the hem of Zoe's dress.

"Oh!" said Zoe with a laugh. "I might get you in the mood? You
can't have me now, though, you know!"

"Yeah, I know," said Kevin.

Zoe slowly slid her dress up her leg until her panties showed.
"You can get in here later." She poked her own finger inside the
panties and mimicked sex.

Kevin's penis responded strongly to half a minute of the display.

"Hey, Jo!" said Zoe, and when the small girl turned she pointed
at Kevin's crotch.

Now Jo recognized the similarity now and quickly pulled her
diaper off and lay back with legs spread wide, grinning.

"Oh, I think Nabowolf will be pleased with that prospect!" he
said. But he looked back at Zoe. "Can I slide my fingers into
your panties... just for a few seconds?"

Zoe rolled her eyes. "OK."

Jo paid no attention as Kevin's fingers slid into Zoe's panties
to feel the soft labia. Her eyes were fixed on the hard prong of
flesh sticking out of Kevin.

"OK, Jo baby," said Kevin, mounting her. "You sure she's big
enough?"

"Very sure," said Zoe.

Jo looked at the approach of Kevin's big body and stiff penis
with curiosity and no trace of fear. That was a good sign.

Kevin stuck his penis between the labia of the small girl and
pressed. They glided apart at the pressure and accepted him.
Amazingly, her little pussy kept stretching and yielding. With
his cock in several inches, Kevin plunged in and out ten times.
"Is that enough?" he said.

"No! You have to finish in her. We need a realistic test!"

"Oh, yeah, I guess you're right. Well, it is a pussy and it feels
great." He humped away.

After three minutes Jo whined.

"Just a little more, Jo dear!" said Zoe. "Uncle Kevin's going to
ejaculate in your little pussy real soon now, and then you can
have the vibrator!"

"I'm trying," said Kevin.

"It's your duty. Give her the gift of life. Ejaculate, right
now!" she commanded.

"I'd better shut my eyes and think of you."

"Well, OK. My pussy even tingles a little bit watching you do it
to her."

"Oh, say that again."

"Kevin, you're making my pussy tingle... Let it all out... Give
Jo your daddy goo."

Kevin groaned and held still deep inside tiny Jo, delivering. He
then withdrew.

"Good boy!" said Zoe.

Jo seemed not to mind in the least. In fact, she had been
watching Kevin's face with interest. But now she wanted her
reward!

"OK, Jo, you good girl. Here's your vibrator!"

Jo made a small puddle of pee on the floor as Zoe positioned the
vibrator, and she took a few seconds to wipe it up with a cloth.
Jo then enjoyed Zoe's handiwork as she pleasured her. Jo was lost
to the world.

Kevin watched, his slick floppy organ still in view as he sat.

"Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaaaah!" cried Jo.

"That's amazing!" said Kevin. His cock wasn't so floppy any more
as he dressed. "I think Nabowolf will be very pleased."

The black ops program got what it wanted. Now it wanted a couple
true nepiophiles, and it got them. They agreed that Jo was
miraculous and intercourse with her was very satisfying.

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Nabowolf worked in West America itself, but for whatever reason
getting Jo to him was a bit easier than getting Zoe to Kevin had
been in neutral Cuba.

One advantage was that Miss Collins and Zoe, pushing a stroller
with Jo in it, aroused very little suspicion.

Zoe rang the bell. Nabowolf let them in. Forewarned of his unease
with adult women, Miss Collins said, "I'll just wait out here,"
and waited in the front foyer.

When the inner door was shut and Nabowolf was alone with Zoe and
Jo, he said, "Holy shit, I didn't believe they'd do it!"

"Well, we did," said Zoe. She felt a wave of protectiveness
towards little Jo, who was a bit cranky from the long journey,
and anxious in this new environment. "You can have me, you know?
Stick your penis in my vagina."

"I don't want you, you old lady," said Nabowolf with a
good-natured smile. "So, how does this work?"

"If you show her an erect penis, she'll know what to do, if she's
not too scared just being here... We need to make her
comfortable. Why don't we sit here and read her a story?"

So Nabowolf read Jo's favorite book as she sat between them,
drawing comfort from the familiar Zoe and getting accustomed to
the strange new man. When the story was over, Zoe gently lifted
Jo onto the man's lap, and Jo just looked at him curiously.

"I bet she's ready," said Zoe, standing and watching expectantly.

Nabowolf looked at Zoe. "You're not going to stay and watch, I
hope!"

"Uh, no, if you don't want me to."

"I don't! What kind of a pervert do you think I am!"

"OK, don't take too too long, and be sure to let me know as soon
as you're done so I can give Jo her reward."

"What reward?"

"You'll see. I hope she's OK being alone with you. And... the
only thing she's used to is a penis up the vagina, right?"

"Yeah, that will be just fine," said Nabowolf.

"And you can do it again later if you want, but don't take too
long the first time."

"I get it!" said Nabowolf with exasperation.

Zoe waited nervously in the foyer with Miss Collins. What if he
was really sadistic? She knew he could kill all three of them and
East America would never even acknowledge their existence. That
knowledge wasn't part of her training, but she picked up more
than they knew. She thought of her brother and calmed herself
down.

After a couple minutes, she heard Jo start to fuss.

"OK, you can come in," came Nabowolf's voice.

Zoe rushed in to find the man lying on his bed, clothed,
breathing hard but looking very satisfied.

Jo was naked from the waist down, and seeing Zoe she started
scrambling off the bed.

"It's OK, Jo, it's right here," she said, approaching with the
vibrator and getting the tiny girl settled on the bed once more.
Zoe placed the wand expertly.

"Holy shit..." murmured Nabowolf as he watched the 7-year-old
"old lady" quickly bring Jo to orgasm.

"And I can have her whenever I want in East America, once the war
is over... Oh, listen to me, you wouldn't know."

"Actually, I do know. And yes, you can," said Zoe.

"OK." he laughed. "Never underestimate a little old lady like
you... It really was amazing, to see her asking for it like
that... And I can have you too?" he said.

"If you'd like," said Zoe.

"Well, show me your pussy, old lady."

Zoe pulled down her jeans and panties, a bit reluctantly. There
was something different about Nabowolf.

"You are very pretty. And you've got a big pussy too, I suppose.
Slide your finger in to show me..."

Zoe did.

"Very nice." He turned back to Jo, and Zoe pulled her pants up.
Maybe they were all done!

But then Nabowolf said, "I wonder, I could maybe do the vibrator
at the same time as I'm doing her..."

Zoe sighed inwardly. She knew he might want to do it more than
once. "I'm not sure how that would work."

"You could help."

"You don't want me here."

"Hey, if you keep your pussy showing like you did before I won't
mind letting you see me... Take off the jeans and panties."

"OK." They'd told Zoe it was very important to make Nabowolf
happy. And Zoe didn't mind anyway. She stripped from the waist
down.

He pulled his pants down. He was stiff.

Jo saw and immediately spread her legs and looked at him
expectantly.

Nabowolf mounted and pressed inside. "Oh, God, that is so
amazing!" he said. "Could you like put the wand in there between
us while I'm doing her?"

"Uh, I don't see how," said Zoe, as the space in front of Jo's
labia was reduced to nothing every couple seconds as Nabowolf
pressed his penis in deep. When she tried, the man saw the
problem too.

"Maybe from the rear?" he said.

Zoe sighed. "Maybe after the war is over?"

Nabowolf laughed. "I like you. You're a good kid. But the one I
want to fuck... Oh, God, Jo, you are just so sexy! I'd just love
to see her orgasm while I'm doing her!"

Zoe thought better of her reluctance. She reminded herself that
there was a lot at stake. One of the nepiophiles had done Jo from
the rear once, in training.

Nabowolf pulled out and Zoe started getting her up on hands and
knees. But Jo fussed and resisted.

"What's wrong?" asked Nabowolf.

"You stuck it in her and now she wants her reward."

"Oh. Does she ever get so she's had enough?"

"Jo's never had enough," said Zoe with a quick laugh.

"Can I do it?"

Zoe was reluctant. Nabowolf positioned the wand and Jo calmed
down and smiled as he pressed it against her, but then Jo fussed
again. "Maybe it takes practice," said Nabowolf, handing the wand
back.

Under Zoe's expert hand, Jo came again.

"God, that is hot!" Nabowolf said, his stiff cock twitching.

"OK, Jo dear," said Zoe. "Now we do it a different, fun way!"

She and Nabowolf got Jo into doggy position, and he moved in,
ready to penetrate from the rear.

Zoe reached under with the vibrator and positioned it by feel.

Jo looked a bit confused by this new arrangement, but when she
felt the vibrator she smiled.

Nabowolf pressed in slowly. His cock was short, Zoe noticed, but
she knew to pretend she hadn't even noticed.

Zoe couldn't see anything under there, but her fingers felt the
slick shaft of the cock as it slid in and out, and Jo's pussy
tissues at the interface, while she also tried to keep the tip of
the vibrator in just the right place.

She did her best to adjust based on Jo's feedback. It seemed OK.
After a couple minutes of Nabowolf thrusting, Jo cooed,
shuddered, smiled and relaxed. She'd done it well enough.

"Oh, God!" said Nabowolf, thrusting hard. He came 20 seconds
later with an "Aaaahhhhh!"

He pulled out, put his pants on, and lay back, smiling.

Zoe was prepared to reward Jo once more, but in whatever calculus
was going on in the little girl's head, her orgasm in
mid-intercourse seemed like a fair reward to her.

"Glad we could help you feel good," Zoe said, sincerely if not
quite with her usual enthusiasm.

"One more thing... Oh, I'm so bad... Could I stick my finger in
your pussy? Just for a little?"

"OK," said Zoe, not thrilled. She started to lie back, but
Nabowolf interrupted her.

"No, standing up, and dressed?"

So with Zoe standing there nonchalantly, Nabowolf slid his hand
up under her dress, inside her panties, and shoved his middle
finger up deep inside her. "Oh, that's so nice -- you old lady."

Zoe smiled and said, "We should be going, I think."

"Yeah, Kevin said it wouldn't be too long a visit... I gotta say,
you guys sure delivered... Well, see you when the war is over."

Zoe quickly had Jo decent again. "OK, bye..."

Zoe and Miss Collins pushed Jo in her stroller back towards the
deserted street at the edge of town where they would get picked
up.

Nabowolf began delivering on his end of the bargain.

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Miss Collins knocked on the major's door, and he told her to come
in.

"You said you wanted to see me, Dana. What's up?"

"It's an unlikely sounding problem," she said. "But some of the
girls are kind of depressed. They trained and got themselves all
ready, and no one is, uh, taking advantage of them -- except
you." Miss Collins knew he was already doing each of these girls
once a week or so. "They want more variety." Kevin was a one-girl
sort of a man, and Zoe was his girl. He refused to do Jo unless
she was there too.

"Ah, the military. Hurry up and wait. But I guess girls don't
understand it quite the same way."

"No, I don't think so. Do you have any ideas?"

The major thought. "I do have one. There are lots of horny
soldiers here. We could see if some of them might make the little
girls feel appreciated."

"But they're not pedophiles, surely!"

"Maybe a few among 60 guys. But that doesn't mean the others
might not find a girl attractive. Especially one who is saying
how wonderful an erect penis looks and how much they love the
idea of making a man happy... What would it do to morale..." the
major wondered aloud.

Miss Collins looked perplexed.

"I think it would improve." After a pause, he added, "I suppose
if women like you really did love to get sex any time you could,
from any man who offered, then the men might be less interested
in the girls."

Miss Collins smiled. "Let's not confuse our fictional world with
the real one. And reality might actually be kind of convenient
for the girls just now."

The major nodded and smiled.

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Sergeant Johnson let himself into the small bedroom where he had
arranged to meet 9-year-old Bethany.

"Hi, Bethany. I had to check this out for myself. What is it you
want?"

"I learned that men like to have sex a lot. It's only some men
who really want to have sex with girls like me because most of
you would rather have sex with women. But there are hardly any
women here. And maybe you'd rather have sex with me than not have
sex at all."

"Oh, so what they say really is true. I dunno, you are awfully
young. But you've got the magic vagina that takes grown-up cock?"

"Yup. A man's penis will fit. I love seeing a penis when it's
stiff and ready to go. It's a real miracle -- that men are
willing to stick it up inside women and give them the magic stuff
to start babies. Do you get to stick it in women very often?"

Sergeant Johnson sighed. "Not as often as I'd like. Hardly ever
way out here at this place."

"Well, you can stick it in me if you'd like. I'd be happy to help
you feel good."

"Can you show me this pussy you're offering me?" he said.

Bethany immediately hitched up her skirt and pulled her panties
down to mid-thigh. "Right there."

"Aw, shit," said the sergeant, considering.

"The last guy said it worked great when he shut his eyes and I
talked like a grown-up." She demonstrated with, "Can you show me
your penis?"

"Pretty good voice!" he said, and pulled down trousers and
briefs. He was already half-hard. Seeing the pussy on display,
and seeing the girl looking at his cock made the connection very
real. "And they say you don't need no warming up? No going on and
on for half an hour to get you off?"

"No, I just want to make you happy."

"Aw, you make it awfully tempting... OK..."

Fully stiff now, he mounted the girl as she lay back and spread
her pussy lips. She was going to be a total knock-out -- some
day. He closed his eyes.

"I can't wait to get it inside me!" said a low, sexy voice.

He slid his cock in. It felt fantastic -- tight and hot and wet.

"Oooo, you look happy!" said Bethany in her low voice. "I love
how you men look when you ejaculate inside me."

"Oh, shit, honey," said the sergeant, terribly aroused by the
words. "Oh, yeeaaaahhh!" He ejaculated inside the little girl. It
felt fantastic.

He was startled when he opened his eyes to see how small the girl
was that his cock was sliding out of. He naturally expected his
mates to have hips, boobs, and a little heft. But to have a girl
who loved a quickie, begged for it, and appreciated his orgasm,
and with a pussy like that -- that was pretty fantastic too!
Given that the few women on this base didn't put out for the
likes of him, it was for the moment no contest. He'd do Bethany
again if he could. And the other ones were offering too. He
should definitely try them out.

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Morale improved at the base, among girls and men alike.

Nabowolf's access to the West America computers proved
devastating. East American forces somehow knew where the West
American units were, to avoid battle on unfavorable terms but
fight and win where they had superiority. In the air, losses
gradually changed from even to 4:1 in favor of East America.

A cease-fire was signed, and then a peace treaty on terms very
favorable to the East.

Nabowolf found his way to the base to claim his prize of
Josephine, but also had some pleasant experiences with a few of
the older girls when he experimented.

Kevin continued to take his pleasure with Zoe.

Zoe's brother came home, basically fine despite his years in the
West American prison camp. She was delighted to see him, but had
to use all her powers of self-control to keep secret the role she
had played in bringing him home safely.

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Chapter 4

East America now had a small problem. Zoe's was only the first
class of many, and they now had dozens of girls who were primed
to serve as enthusiastic sexual toys of pedophiles. They were now
army surplus.

No one could seriously contemplate the classic black ops solution
-- killing them all.

Swearing them to secrecy and letting them go would ordinarily be
an option -- but kids can't keep secrets.

It was inevitable that the knowledge of the operation would get
out. When it happened, there was the inevitable outcry.
Opposition from some quarters was adamant and unrelenting, but
other people were more thoughtful. It had helped win the war, and
the girls were all carefully selected volunteers -- Josephine was
still kept secret and would not be at risk of talking for some
years.

Society had a few years earlier come to be largely accepting of
celibate pedophiles, recognizing that they could not choose their
attraction and were entitled to support from society as long as
they did not act with children. But now -- maybe they could act
on their attractions as well? The small girls who really wanted
to help pedophiles be happy came across as sincere. One of the
most powerful exhibits in the debate was Zoe's addendum to the
recruitment tape, where she framed it all so eloquently.

Society could not yet stomach child prostitution -- central to
grudging acceptance was that the girls volunteered and had no
benefit but knowing they were helping others. No benefit could
accrue to parents either.

And so a pilot program was begun, restricted to the army surplus
girls. Step one was a video and associated training that tried to
undo the implication that women wanted sex all the time.

Next, pedophiles could register confidentially for a lottery.
Those who won had to pass a careful government screening. A girl
had to be found who thought she'd be willing to help them out
based on seeing them on video. If so, the man got to see the girl
on video to make sure he was interested -- 99% of the time he
was. Although the pair would be alone, the interaction would be
recorded on video from multiple angles. If the girl registered no
complaint and a brief review by government monitors showed
nothing unusual, it would be destroyed. Forcing the girl in any
way was still a crime. The girl's identity was kept secret, to
deter any stalking or attempts to contact her outside the
program.

Some pedophiles complained -- they wanted romance and love, not
just sex! Others understood that was not possible, and were
thankful for the half a loaf that seemed a miracle. They were
offered nothing but some limited caressing of the girl's body and
then sexual intercourse -- the opportunity to penetrate the small
girl, thrust for many minutes, and ejaculate inside of her. For
the many who were attuned to the girl's feelings, they were also
treated to a smiling girl who wanted their pleasure and got no
reward except providing it. Were many pedophiles interested? Yes.
A great many.

The secretly developed surgery was of interest in itself. It
provided lifetime immunity to sexually transmitted infections,
the ability to receive comfortably a penis of any size, and
near-instant lubrication to make the penetration smooth and
enjoyable to both parties. As part of the no-benefit-to-the-girls
philosophy, the girls had a second, minor, follow-up surgery that
mostly shielded the clitoris from stimulation. Society didn't
want the girls enjoying any sexual pleasure.

But as often happens, there were valuable civilian applications
of the technology developed for military purposes. Young women
could get this surgery to provide STI immunity and rapid
lubrication, but with clitoral stimulation enhanced instead of
inhibited. Women could usually have large and satisfying orgasms
from penile thrusting alone. As the surgery was perfected, it
became wildly popular. When the young girls retired from the
program, one last small surgery would configure them the same
way, with sexual pleasure enhanced instead of inhibited.

The pilot program was a success. The fraction of a percent of
pedophiles who won the lottery were very satisfied. The girls
felt good about providing a much-appreciated service and were
otherwise somewhat better adjusted than matched controls.

Army recruitment was a problem in the postwar era. The problem
was eased considerably by a simple offer -- you could have a
little girl once a month if you signed up. Recruitment soared.

Suicide among pedophiles was down. Apparently the hope they could
win the lottery was enough to keep some away from the edge.

The decision was made to expand the program to meet the demand,
if suitable girls could be found.

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A knot of girls gathered. Tamara said, "Tara, you're one of the
Pussies For Pedos!" The authorities had hoped they could quash
that informal name for the program, but soon gave up.

Martha said, "Yeah, isn't it gross? Some big smelly guy invading
your privates with his wiener and peeing in you?"

Third-grader Tara smiled. "I don't look at it that way. It's fine
if some girls do -- the program's not for them."

The others waited, eager for her to continue.

"You know grown men and women do it all the time. They're crazy
to do it. And we kids don't get that. We will when we get older,
but we don't now. So I'm kind of acting like a big girl."

"So, what's it like?" said Martha.

"The second guy who did it to me yesterday -- Bill. He comes in
and looks at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world,
then kisses my hair and my eyes and my ears. And he takes off my
dress and looks me over like I'm a hot model. He touches me
gently everywhere, especially the chest, kisses my neck and my
tummy, slides his hands gently back and forth between my thighs.
Then he asks nicely if he can take my panties off -- and when I
say yes he acts like I've told him he's won a million bucks. He
caresses my slit, opens it real gently when I spread my legs. For
us it's just a place to pee out of and keep clean, but for him...
much, much more!

"And then he strips naked, and yeah, he's big, and his penis is
sticking straight out from his body, and his balls are dangling
below, and it's hairy. But they've always just cleaned up and
don't smell."

"And then he sticks it in?" said Tamara, her lip curled in
distaste.

"He asks if he can, and I say yes. And he lowers himself down on
me, and though they're big they're always so gentle. I think Bill
asked like three more times, and I kept saying yes, and finally
say, 'You can shove it in my pussy, really! I want to make you
happy.' And then he does, slowly. I've had that cool surgery, so
it slides in easy, more and more until it's all up inside me."

"You're lying there with a huge wiener stuck into your bottom?"

"It's not my bottom, silly! It's the vagina. It's only got one
purpose -- taking penises up inside. And it's a nice fit and
feels natural. So then he's up there, moaning with pleasure
because his thing feels just fantastic to him going in and out,
and he's looking me over like I'm made of gold -- well, something
as rare as gold but soft -- and I've learned a trick. I can tell
when they're getting close, and then I squeeze my vagina -- like
you would when you make yourself stop peeing. And I can see him
getting even happier, and then his face looks funny and he makes
sounds like he's hurt, but actually he's feeling fantastic, and
then he 'comes'. Sometimes I can feel his penis twitching just a
little, but I couldn't with Bill. But he's pumping sperm up into
my vagina. That's what it's all about. His body is doing the
thing it would to make a woman pregnant, it's just that he's
built a little funny and wants to do it in girls like us."

Martha said, "Yeah, he pees in you? Can you feel it? Does it
sting?"

"No, can't feel a thing. It comes out later. Now that I'm doing
four or five guys in an afternoon I get a pad for my panties so
it just drips out into that. It smells kind of mysterious, not
bad. Nothing like pee. And then he lies there looking so
incredibly grateful, but after a while he gets off, and his penis
is small, and he gets dressed and leaves. He's never done it
before and he'll probably never do it again, but it's what he
wanted more than anything and he got to do it once because I let
him."

"It sounds gross!" said Tamara, shuddering and walking off. But a
couple other girls stayed.

"One thing they keep telling you is you can't let how much he
likes you go to your head. He doesn't actually like me -- Tara --
he doesn't know me. And it's not like he loves my body specially,
he just loves it because I'm a girl and letting him have sex with
it. But it still feels really nice, even so. Really rewarding.

"The other guys weren't quite as nice as Bill. One's face never
changed expression the whole time, and he didn't say a word
beyond, 'OK?' when he was about to shove it in. But I could tell
when he ejaculated -- I could tell how good he felt. So that was
fine. The others were kind of in the middle."

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Some girls who heard stories like Tara's were interested. They
got to see video of men actually doing it to girls so they'd know
what to expect. And lots more signed up. In some places being a
Pussy For Pedos was a mark of status. The program began to get
some pressure from the families of girls who didn't pass the
strict criteria. It was easy enough to relax the standards on
physical appearance -- lots of pedos would do any girl at all if
it was their only chance. The psychological screening was more
problematic, but they relaxed the criteria until they found a
compromise that worked well.

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"I had six guys yesterday!"

"I had eight!"

"I'd have more if they didn't take so long." The guys were
allotted half an hour. "I wonder how many I could do in two
hours."

Responding to the high demand and what the girls offered, the
authorities created a second lottery. If you didn't win the main
one, you might win a chance to do a girl, but you only had five
minutes.

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The man barely got his cock in all the way into Martha before he
ejaculated. He still gave her a grateful smile as he withdrew. He
was nowhere near the end of his five minutes, but he left.

The next guy entered. Martha saw his cock was long and thick, and
she felt the thickness when he plunged in, but as always it felt
just fine. He shoved it hard and fast and deep, and he had his
orgasm in maybe 20 seconds. It was so easy to make these guys
happy. And "make" wasn't really even the right word -- it was
more like "let". All she had to do was lie there on her back,
skinny flat chest on display, skinny legs spread wide, hairless
slit there for them to admire, vagina tucked away but its opening
right there for them to penetrate. And all her vagina had to do
was be there, hugging them tight, and it would make them feel
fantastic and shoot their sperm into her. The only thing she
really had to do was smile at them and let them know it was all
just fine with her, and that was easy because it really was.

This guy used his remaining three minutes to caress her every
which way, and licked her little nipples. To her it was just a
body, the one she'd always had, but to him it was something
magical. Tara had been right about that part.

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Nabowolf found himself bonding with Jo as a person, not just a
sex object, and he stayed interested in her as she grew older.
Miss Collins informally adopted her, and Nabowolf was her bed
partner. Would Jo have adjustment difficulties when she grew up?
Maybe, but far less than the thousands of East American soldiers
who lost limbs or suffered nightmares but contributed far less to
the East American victory. And maybe not.

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Zoe looked uneasy. Miss Collins asked what the trouble was.

"I dunno, I start to feel funny when some of the men are doing it
to me."

"How so?"

"I kind of get mad, but that's silly. I'm just helping them feel
good. And a few others -- I wish they'd come back, or talk to me
more."

"Aaahhh, I think I see. We've been expecting this. It's already
happened to some of the girls who were older when they joined
up."

"Expecting what?"

"You remember how big girls and women really like to do it? Not
just to make other people happy?"

"Yeah."

"There's other stuff that comes along with that. Like having
crushes and falling in love. And being picky about who to have
sex with."

"Yeah, that first video was lying about women wanting it all the
time. Why did you do that? Make a video that was lying?"

"We've told you that before. It was for the war. We needed you to
really convince the men like Kevin that it was OK for them to
have sex with you."

"I guess. You removed it from the videos after the war, I saw."

"Right, because we didn't need to convince the men any more."

"I still think there's something to it."

"What?"

"Women should let men do it to them more. It makes the men so
happy. Then the men would be nicer to them anyway."

"You may be right," said Miss Collins.

"And about Kevin... He seems kind of unhappy. And I'm kind of
feeling funny when he does it to me too."

"Ah, well that makes sense. Your breasts are starting to grow,
right?"

"Some. And?"

"Remember, Kevin's only attracted to small girls. You're growing
out of being a small girl."

"Oh! So... maybe he won't be so hurt if I don't want to do it any
more?"

"Right, and he'll be relieved that he's not abandoning you, like
you're not attractive any more."

"I see, then that works out really well... But I still feel kind
of guilty about not feeling so charitable towards men any more...
Not wanting to help them feel good without being annoyed."

"Oh, Zoe... you helped win the war. You paved the way for
pedophiles to be happy. You don't need to do everything. Now that
you're starting to become a young woman, it's a different phase
of life. You can put away childish things now."

"Childish things like letting men fuck me day and night?"

They both laughed.

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Some girls exited the Pussies For Pedos program when their
emotional reactions shifted, like Zoe. Any girl was of course
free to exit at any time.

But Julia instead aged out with the first signs of puberty at age
11. As part of the routine discharge procedure, she had the
simple operation to unshield her clitoris and instead give it a
close connection to her vagina and amplify sexual pleasure. They
also inserted one of the modern IUDs with just one in a million
chance of side effects. She could have it removed if she wanted
to have a child when she was older.

Julia had kept her participation in Pussies For Pedos secret from
everyone at school. The cover story was that she had music
lessons after school three days a week but was too shy to say
more about them.
After she graduated she filled the time with Tai Chi and some
actual piano lessons.

She began noticing some of the boys in her class just about the
time she aged out of the program.

Ian took her breath away. But no sooner had she started to
develop a crush on him than Steve started looking awfully
intriguing. And so did Isaac. And Adam. She was a few steps ahead
of the other girls,  because she could imagine in detail how
Steve would look naked, how it would feel when he climbed on her,
and how it would feel when he slid his penis in. She also had an
excellent idea what his facial expressions and vocalizations
would be and what rhythm he would use for thrusting, and how all
these would change as he reached orgasm. Or at least she knew
many possibilities for each, and she had fun imagining him doing
all the various things she had experienced from her hundreds of
pedophile lovers. She imagined some of these things in bed at
night as she discovered masturbation. A clitoris was fun! She
discovered orgasms. She liked them a lot and gave herself one
just about every night before she fell asleep. Now and then she
poked a finger in and out of her vagina like all those men had
done with their penises.

She sized herself up in the mirror. What would the boys see? She
was 5'8", with slightly wavy light brown hair that went partway
down her back. Her green eyes were big, her nose average. Was her
chin a little too small? When she was in the Pussies For Pedos
program she thought the other girls were prettier than she was.
But only pretty girls were invited to that program, and now that
she was outside she realized her looks compared well to the
competition. The boys probably would want her to have bigger
breasts. Some of her classmates did.

Ian was Julia's first boyfriend. He was delighted with the sex.
Within a few days he could last long enough that she could have a
lovely little orgasm after three minutes of his vigorous
intrusions.

She seduced Adam while working on a homework project with him in
his bedroom. It was fun and exciting to introduce him to sex too.
But she had her first experience with male jealousy. Ian was very
upset and dumped her. So she was Adam's? So when she felt a
strong draw to Isaac, she asked Adam first. He was OK with it.
But after Isaac had experienced the wonders of sex he was in love
with Julia and couldn't understand why she still wanted to sleep
with Adam. She reluctantly gave him up. But Isaac was much too
clingy, so that didn't last long. In her exasperation she swore
off boys for a few months. But they were still so hot!

Thirteen-year-old Julia took Carl by the shoulders and looked
into his eyes. "You can have sex with me -- I really want you to.
But it's just for now, right? We go to bed, we have a good time,
and then it's over. Maybe we'll never do it again. Tomorrow I
have sex with someone else, and you don't complain." Carl eagerly
agreed to the conditions, and she got to see the wonder and
pleasure in his face as he lost his virginity. His thrusting cock
felt wonderful to her too and gave her an orgasm just when he had
his. Carl kept his part of the bargain, and so she invited him to
do her again a month later.

Timothy agreed to the conditions, but didn't follow them. He
became obsessed with her, and kept sending her texts and notes
until she blocked him.

Julia got a reputation. The older boys, the confident
15-year-olds, asked her for sex. And for the many that were hot,
she agreed. Flat on her back, naked boy/man body approaching
hers, covering it, and then penetrating her, getting deep,
thrusting insistently, and giving her the gift of life up tight
in her vagina. Her pleasure built on the in and out, as cock
stimulated clitoris, and usually she'd have a nice big orgasm
just as he had his, when the cock tip got fat and extra hard and
his innards pumped her full of the magical sticky man goo.
Sometimes it was just 10 minutes from the time they locked the
door until he left. But sometimes the boys were not after just
one thing. Sometimes it was 45 minutes and she wished it had just
been 15. She took to visiting boys at their houses. That way she
could leave when she wanted, pussy warm and glowing, teeming with
sperm, but mind less cluttered with the stories the boys told
about themselves.

John was nice, funny, smart and confident, and went to another
school. She decided she wanted to be his boyfriend. He insisted
on an open arrangement, and she leapt at the chance. So he didn't
tell her when he seduced another girl two weeks into their
relationship. She didn't mind when he confessed it to her after
three weeks. But he asked her to tell him if she'd had any other
relationships. When she described her brief hookups with 19 guys
during those three weeks, he was upset. No more open arrangement.
Julia tried to comply. She was a good girl for a week. She asked
if he'd have sex with her more often. He tried twice a day but
couldn't keep it up. When it looked like it was falling to every
other day, Julia got depressed. And then she broke up with John.
She was sick of boyfriends.

Fourteen was a special birthday. In the regulated environment of
Pussies For Pedos, girls could have sex with men of any age, of
course. But once out of the program they were restricted to
partners within 3 years of their own age, just like any other
girl. But at 14 they reached the new age of consent and now Julia
could have sex with anyone she wanted. Now she had real breasts,
hips, and pubic hair -- she looked like a woman, if still a young
woman.

Julia had learned as a small girl that sex was natural and good.
It was needed to start babies. Men like sex a lot, and if they
can't have it they can get very sad. An erection is an amazing
and wonderful thing, and not something to take for granted. An
ejaculation is a man's gift for making babies -- it is almost a
holy service to humanity. As a child she had seen how very happy
she could make a pedophile if he could stick his penis in her and
ejaculate. Big boys and ordinary men got happy when they did that
too. And now, she was a big girl! She wanted to get it for her
own selfish pleasure, which she hadn't when she was small. And
the pleasure was intense and wonderful. She now got to experience
the same ecstasy that the men had been when she was small. It was
the most fun and happy and meaningful thing in life. She wanted
it. She wanted a lot of it. They'd made her an enthusiastic sex
partner as a small girl. Now she was all grown up, and she was
still an enthusiastic sex partner. A very enthusiastic one.

Julia was with Evan, her ninth grown man, two weeks after her
14th birthday. He'd done her twice and been unable to get it up
for a third time. She was frustrated, and because he was kind and
understanding and he asked, she told him how she just couldn't
get enough.

He had the winning idea, the one that transformed her life. She
owed a lot to Evan and would eventually marry him and bear four
children that she made sure were his -- really!

The local Hyatt hosted a nearly continuous sequence of
conferences, as professionals from around the country or the
world gathered by the thousands for a week that included a
weekend. Evan got Julia a suite. She arrived at 10am on Saturday,
enjoying the luxurious surroundings, and then Evan delivered on
his promise.

Man after man appeared in his conservative business suit,
undressed, and slid his wonderful stiff cock into her pussy,
filling her with pleasure and giving her the gift of life. But
Julia got tired of waiting for men to get in and out of their
elaborate clothes. Evan arranged for them to get dressed and
undressed in the outer room of the suite and appear in their
underwear, ready to go. Some wanted to kiss and caress her body,
but she grew bored with that. She wanted cock in her pussy. Some
lasted a good long while, and that was OK. She'd have an orgasm
every five minutes while the cock was pistoning in and out, and
then another one right with the man while he unloaded his balls.
The men often wanted to lounge in bed with her for several
minutes, catching their breath and snuggling, but she got bored
with that. She wanted more cock in her pussy.

Evan kept innovating to keep her happy. Finally there was an
arrangement that was pretty good.

There were other men around, but she focused on the one mounting
her now. Yes, he had gray hair and something of a belly, but he
had stiff cock, and he put it exactly where she wanted as she
held her pussy open. It was a miracle that men were willing to do
this to women. If they weren't there would be no babies. The cock
felt warm, wonderful, and sexy plunging in, withdrawing and
plunging in again. "Oh, that's nice," she said. "Can you try to
make me pregnant? Please?... Now?" They all knew she was on
contraception, but she couldn't stop thinking about the
fundamental purpose of the act. The man gave her a lustful
glance, picked up the pace, his cock swelled, and he jammed deep
to deliver his load. "Thank you!" murmured Julia as she looked at
his face, scrunched up in ecstasy. Her own orgasm arose on cue,
wonderful, wet and big, rhythmically squeezing the intruding cock
as it pulsed the magic seed of life into her, trying to make her
pregnant. He started to relax and let himself down on her, but
she would have none of that. She pushed him up and off because
the next man was right there, thin and wiry, with hairy chest --
and a long cock, sticking straight out. He rubbed it as he
approached and mounted. "In, oh put it in!" Julia murmured. He
obliged. Another amazing penis, stiff and hard and ready to go.
"Aaaah," she said. "Oh, can you make me pregnant? In really deep?
Ejaculate a whole bunch? Please?" The man exerted extreme effort,
his muscles clenching and relaxing, pushing his pelvis hard
against hers but also forcing that beautiful cock in even deeper.
She squeezed with her pussy, firm and tight, and he gave a small
yelp and began coming -- giving his special seed, the magic thing
that only men could do, the gift to start a new baby. Her body
approved wholeheartedly and she shuddered with another orgasm.
She was grateful, but she sensed that this penis had finished
giving her its last dribble and had no more to contribute, so she
pushed him off. The next cock approached. It penetrated her, it
thrust, she urged it to ejaculate, but it did not. Seconds and
seconds went by and the thrusting continued dry. "Last chance..."
she said. The man thrust hard but nothing happened. "Too late!"
she said, kind of angry, pushing him off. She'd opened her pussy
for him, let him penetrate, let him thrust, but he hadn't kept
his end of the bargain. He hadn't ejaculated in a timely fashion.
There were other penises waiting, ones that would deposit their
life-giving seed. This man, she knew, would be fined $200. It was
the fines that met their minimum expenses, mostly renting the
suite. Each man gave a deposit of $200. If he deposited his sperm
promptly, he got the money back. But dilly-dallying with the
sperm deposit meant no refund.

Evan had told her that the men found their time with her
incredibly exciting. She was gorgeous, she was hot, she was
welcoming, she not only encouraged but demanded that they come
quickly. Her words about pregnancy and seeing the other cocks
deliver inside her before them triggered ancient patterns of
competition in their brains, so they ejaculated more semen than
any other time, with pleasure supercharged accordingly. Evan
noted tentatively that if they charged money she could get very
rich. She was incensed. What kind of a girl did he think she was,
anyway! If she was popular, that was great because it insured
there were enough cocks to keep her happy, filled, and fulfilled.

"I'm thirsty, but don't stop!" said Julia, reaching for her drink
container. She sucked in greedy mouthfuls through the straw and
swallowed them. While she replenished her body with that fluid,
feeling it drawn into her body in rhythmic contractions of her
esophagus, the man reached climax and gave her his fluid in its
appointed place, deep in her pussy, and her vagina went into its
own rhythmic contractions, soothing, rewarding and thanking the
stiff penis and encouraging it to finish the delivery -- to give
her everything it had.

She wanted to get that next cock into her, the one right by the
bedside, but nature called and she really did have to pee now.
She had some temptation to just wet the bed where she lay while
taking the next cock, but she was a good girl. She got up from
the sheet, free of pee but quite wet with sexy juices, and called
Evan's name, knowing that when she came back the new sheet and
pad underneath would be fresh and clean. She felt the sperm
running down her legs as she walked unsteadily to the bathroom.
Two men with stiff cocks stood by the bed, watching her go, ready
to go but also ready to wait.

No need to shut the door -- this was all natural, she was a
female and she had to pee, and the males could observe this
bodily function as they prepared for the next bodily function
they would perform jointly with her. She bore down to gush the
pee out as fast as she could while she used a towel to wipe up
the worst of the semen mess on her inner thighs. The same towel
served to wipe her after peeing.

She was up and back to the bedroom for more cock. Evan had
arranged the bed with a mound of pillows so she could lie
comfortably and get it from the rear. Oh, she loved to get it
that way!

She closed her eyes... the warm blunt pressure against her pussy
lips, the first penetration, hands on her hips, and the surge in,
in, in, aaahhh! This was a fat, long cock, and it was hot -- hot
in temperature. She treasured it for 10 seconds before she said
over her shoulder, "Oh, can you give me sperm, please? Make me
pregnant? Way, way deep inside?" "Sure, baby," murmured the
voice. The cock surged deeper, the wonderful male organ for
making babies, in its glorious erect form, forcing itself way up
into her pussy -- there! A sexy bump on the end. She gauged his
excitement -- he was going to do his job, and she'd help him by
squeezing right, right... now! He groaned, the cock held still,
and his miraculous DNA mix surged out. She could actually feel
it, making a hot puddle right by her cervix. Mmmm! Her pussy
rippled in ecstatic sympathy, telling her brain, "Yes, yes, yes!
This is just what I want!" in orgasmic code. To the actual man,
she asked in English, "Hey, do you have a fever?"

"Yeah, baby, but it was worth it."

"Sure was, I could feel the hot sperm!" But it wasn't enough --
she wanted more. Another cock slid in to fill the void again.

She got up once more to pee. It was 11 o'clock -- bed time. She
drank more water and then a protein shake. And then she brushed
her teeth like a good girl and went to bed.

She lay on her back, legs spread wide, and motioned to the next
man. He mounted, his cock surged in. "Oh, ejaculate, please
ejaculate!" she said. "Make me pregnant... Oh, don't make me
wait..." He groaned, he surged, his cock spat.

Julia yawned and kept her eyes closed as the next cock surged in.
It burrowed deep and hard and fast and delivered its load without
any verbal encouragement from her. She started drowsing off.
Another cock, more thrusting, more orgasmic contractions from
her, and another wonderful semen delivery.

She was having a wonderful dream, and then the dream changed. The
sensation was emptiness and coolness. She woke to find herself
still on her back, legs spread wide, but there was no man in
sight! Her pussy was closed up and empty, and there was no animal
presence on top of her -- the male essence was missing.

"Hey, I want more!" she moaned plaintively.

"Oh, sorry," came Evan's voice from the other room. She waited an
agonizing thirty seconds before a man appeared, a naked man
holding a stiff cock, and it was wonderful as she felt him near
her, on her, and then in her. The warmth and bulk and male smell
above her -- and that cock stuffing her pussy deep. "Oh, gimme
it," she moaned. "Gimme all of it." And he did. Semen surged into
her pussy once more. She drifted off again for a nap, trusting
that Evan would make sure her pussy would not be left empty for
long. Cock, penetration, thrusting, semen, and her own answering
orgasm gave her a wonderful dream... A brief emptiness,
anticipation, then another cock.

This was what she'd wanted!

In the early days she'd stopped after 8 hours, but it felt so
good she'd gone on to 12, and then right through the night,
getting fucked over and over again and bred, as the men fulfilled
their most solemn obligation in life, squirting her innards with
sperm to try to give her a baby. And then she kept going through
a second night.

She ate a big dinner Friday, spread her legs around 8pm, and kept
taking it over and over again until Sunday morning at 10. Then
Evan held her close and resisted her efforts to get him to fuck
her, and listened patiently to her whining and complaining,
hugging her gently, and she gradually calmed down, then showered
and dressed. She devoured a room service breakfast and then
another, catching up on the calories she'd missed all day
Saturday.

And then it was time to go home and each lunch, time to work on
algebra and French homework, getting ready for the school day.
She had to keep her grades up, had to work efficiently on Sunday,
because if she didn't, then she wasn't allowed to go to
participate in the next conference on Friday night. Her pussy was
warm and happy and told her that it was OK to work on school
stuff for a while. She'd do fine until Friday, when she could
answer her calling once more.


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