Author: Sterling
Title: Officially Approved Girls For Pedos
Summary: Pedophiles can never have sex, of course. Not ethically.
But what if... What if the government carefully screened some
little girls who like to be nice to people in need?
Keywords: Mg pedo loli humor ws group bd

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 4/5/2016.

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Officially Approved Girls For Pedos


Proposal for Regulated Pedophile Sexual Activity:  the
"Alternative Sexuality Exploration Initiative" pilot program
August 7, 2035

Executive Summary

Not many years ago pedophilia was the worst thing you could admit
to. Not even mass murder elicited the same gut-level revulsion
and horror. Simply possessing child pornography was a crime
punishable by decades in prison and a lifetime of social death on
the sex offender registry. Just talking about pedophilia in
psychotherapy was often a ticket to an investigation by police.

Over the past 15 years, people have began to accept the existence
of non-offending pedophiles, and although progress has been slow
and grudging, they have earned a place as a tolerated minority.
But society is no more accepting of child molestation than it
ever was. Acceptance of pedophiles depends entirely on their
never expressing their desires with children.

Depression among pedophiles is rampant -- they have the highest
suicide rate of any identified group. The most common reason for
severe depression is simply that they must go through life
without ever experiencing a satisfying sexual or romantic
relationship. There are of course therapeutic approaches to help
them deal with this situation, but it is a life limitation that
is very hard for a young man to accept. The desire for sex is in
some ways stronger than the desire to live.

Sex dolls are now legal. Digital magic has made animated child
pornography almost indistinguishable from the real thing. But
these are no more satisfactory solutions for pedophiles than they
are for anyone else.

Five years ago the "Smith Commission" was charged with
investigating how to improve the lives of pedophiles. It was
composed primarily of scientists. One focus of their work was an
examination of exactly what harm there is in adult-child sexual
activity, with the hope of finding some limited ways that
pedophiles could be allowed ethically to live out their fantasies
without harming children.

After much study, the Commission made a recommendation which we
are planning to accept. We are ready to implement a pilot program
where selected pedophiles are matched with children who volunteer
for sexual activity. This will be repugnant to many people, who
continue to believe that sexual activity is inherently harmful to
kids. And while there is potential danger, the Commission
concluded that the danger can be sharply reduced.

Below are the potential sources of harm from adult-child sex and
how this pilot program addresses them.

1. Lack of consent. This one is obvious. No child should ever
have to engage in sexual activity unless they want to. Harm and
distress from sexual abuse are worse when the child didn't want
to engage in the activity. Children will be volunteers and can
stop any activity at any time.

2. Physical harm. Anal and especially vaginal penetration can
obviously be physically harmful and disease can be spread.
Penetration will be strictly prohibited, and all men will be
screened for STIs.

3. Secrecy. Harm occurs when a child feels they have to keep a
secret. All arrangements will be open and known. In the pilot
program, a video recording will be made of all interactions.

4. Shame. This is hard to rule out definitively. Children who
during the interview process seem susceptible to shame will not
be included. An important additional step is that no child is
eligible without the written permission of all parents and
guardians. The family is protection against shame. Shame from
broader society cannot be ruled out, but an accepting family is
an antidote.

5. Trading sex for love. The children who today are most
vulnerable to sexual abuse are those whose emotional needs are
not met adequately within their families. The children deeply
value the emotional closeness and support that the adult offers,
and are willing to put up with sex as the price to be paid.
Parents under stress are also less likely to supervise their
children closely, and may welcome without close scrutiny any
adult who eases their parenting burden. In the pilot program,
families will be subject to an in-depth assessment by an
interdisciplinary team. Only children from high-functioning
families will be eligible. Social workers will be in touch with
the family regularly as the child participates in the program.

6. Fueling adolescent desire. Adolescents have their own
developing sexual feelings. Young teens often enter into sexual
relationships with enthusiasm. The problem is that they are not
ready to deal with the powerful emotions unleashed by sexuality.
Many adolescent victims of child sex abuse looking back say that
they enjoyed the activity, but what has been harmful is an early
awakening of sexuality and subsequent obsession with sex. To deal
with this problem, the pilot study is restricted to clearly
prepubescent children. Only those between the ages of 4 and 9
will be considered for the program.

7. Guilt or obligation. The most common case of this is trading
sex for love, but there are more subtle forms. The child may feel
obligated because the adult did something fun with them or gave
them a present, or because other adults note how happy the man is
when spending time with the child. None of this will be permitted
in the pilot program.

8. Mixing affection with romance. Many children are naturally
affectionate. Many pedophiles crave an emotional connection with
their partners, just as adults do. Even if no sexual activity
happens, subtle harm can come when the adult sees the
relationship through a romantic lens. For instance, they may
become jealous of the child spending time with others and hurt if
the child limits the time spent with them. If the adult professes
his love, this confuses the child, who may love the adult but not
in that way. In the pilot program, there will be no repeat
encounters, which should limit the possibility of romantic
attachments.

We believe we have considered all reasonably common sources of
harm.

What's in it for the children? The first rule above is that the
child must volunteer at every step of the way. Yet we are ruling
out children who have a budding sex drive and doing our best to
rule out any "quid pro quo" arrangement where the child gets
something in return for sex. What is left?

The right motivation is compassion. Adults understand the
pedophile's pain at never having a rewarding sexual relationship.
Even young children can understand the appeal of physical
affection and understand that people don't want to be lonely.
Children like to feel they are useful and can help others. We
often go to some lengths to make children feel their contribution
is more important than it objectively is. In this case they can
make a truly unique contribution. No older person can provide
what they will be providing.

Children are used to mildly unpleasant things. Some, such as
brushing out tangled hair, learning to eat less favored foods,
and getting shots from the doctor, are for their own well-being.
Others are for the benefit of others. A few examples are dressing
up in a certain way and staying still for pictures, letting
elderly relatives hug them, playing childish games for the
benefit of younger children, or simply following their parents
around on errands that are boring to them.

Helping pedophiles meet their sexual needs can be approached in
exactly the same spirit. The child does things that might be
boring or mildly unpleasant, but they do so freely in a desire to
help other people.

There is no guarantee that everything will go perfectly. A child
may be troubled in retrospect by what happened. Since there are
no secrets, and supportive emotional help will be available, we
hope to minimize the impact of any such situations. But they
still may occur.

Until now, any such risk has been judged to be unacceptable, as
the sexual satisfaction of pedophiles was considered to be of no
positive worth (in the past, and among many today, it is
considered to be of negative value). The premise of the program
is that there is a positive value to such satisfaction, and a
large benefit to pedophiles is worth a small risk of minor
psychological discomfort to children.

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The program was intended to involve both girls and boys, in order
to match the differing desires of different pedophiles. But for
whatever personal reasons, the Chairman of a key Senate
Subcommittee would not approve a program involving boys. To win
approval, the pilot program was restricted to girls.

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Sam was nervous, of course. The video cameras were rolling, and
this was bound to be an awkward meeting. He sat on a single bed,
the only furniture in the small room. Some of the rules were
clear. His body would stay clothed and receive no attention. And
he couldn't touch her. He'd seen a picture. Her name was Sally,
and she was four.

The door opened. Nurse and girl entered. The nurse said, "Here's
Sally. Sally, this is Sam. Do you want to spend some time with
Sam, Sally?"

Sally nodded.

The nurse left and shut the door behind her.

Sally stood six feet away, wearing a white dress, white ankle
socks and shiny black shoes. She had wavy brown hair that came to
her shoulders, big brown eyes, and a shy smile.

"Hi, Sally, how are you?"

"Fine."

"You're such a beautiful girl. Come a little closer."

She took a few steps forward until she was about three feet away.
"Want to see?" she said, and pulled up her dress to show her
plain white cotton panties. She then took the hem of the dress in
her teeth and reached for her panties, pulling them down to
mid-thigh.

"Oh, my," said Sam. "You are beautiful. So gorgeous... Such a,
such a girl!"

Sally beamed at him.

"Can I, can I see inside? Between your lips?"

She looked a little confused at his request, standing with the
hem of her dress in her mouth.

"Can you open your slit so I can see inside... It's so
beautiful."

She reached down with both hands and spread the lips to the side.

He got down on his knees in front of her. There were her labia,
held wide apart by girl fingers. The inner lips were obvious. He
could make out the pee hole and the folds below that promised a
vagina.

"Oh, my," he said reverently. "So amazing. We boys are different,
and it's just so amazing seeing you that way... Thank you."

Sally reached down to pull her panties back up, then let the
dress fall.

She reached forward and gave him a hug, her head resting on his
shoulder.

Sam was astonished. The rules didn't say she couldn't touch him,
and this seemed chaste enough. Could he put his arms around
behind her to hug her back? He decided he could, if it was very
gentle.

After several seconds, she pulled her head back. "I'm sorry
you're lonely," she said, looking into his eyes.

His heart melted. She meant it. Four-year-olds were never smooth
liars.

She reached in and kissed his cheek. "Sorry." Kiss. "Sorry."
Kiss. "Sorry." Kiss. She turned to leave.

He was so moved he almost forgot what he wanted to ask. "Wait,
one thing..." he said. This activity had also been approved in
advance. He reached behind him on the bed and grabbed a brown
paper bag. Out of it he pulled a pair of sparkly pink panties.
"You like these?"

She grabbed them and looked them over, smiling. "I like them!"
she said.

"You can have these if I can have yours -- but only if it's still
OK with you."

"Sure!"

When she just stood there holding the panties, he said, "You have
to take yours off. I'm not allowed to." He tugged gently on the
panties in her hand and after a moment she let go.

She reached up once more under her dress and her panties promptly
appeared around her ankles. She stepped out of them. He picked
them up and put them on the bed beside him, and turned the new
panties the right way around and held them down near the floor
with the leg holes open for her to step into. She rested her
hands gently on his shoulders as she stepped in, then she reached
down to pull them up. "They're neat!" she said. After a brief
pause, she went to the door.

Sam followed, and let her out, shut the door again, and then
retreated to the bed and sat down, grabbing the panties. The
video was still rolling, he figured, but what the heck... He
turned them right way around and pressed the crotch panel to his
nose. Oh, the mysterious odor...

He lived an hour away, and the program had required two previous
trips before this one, and lots and lots of tests. But it was
well worth it. Even if this was all that happened. To see a
little girl display herself, and then hug him so sweetly. He bet
he would relive this moment for the rest of his life.

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Carl sat on the bed. Seven-year-old Amy was due. The deal was
that he couldn't touch her, but she wanted to see him.

She entered in a tiny rainbow-pattern bikini!

"Oh, wow!" he said.

"Hi!" said Amy, and twirled around.

Carl admired her, gulping. She had a round face, blue eyes that
were even bigger and more beautiful than in her picture, and
short blond hair.

"Show me your penis," she said.

So direct, so matter of fact! It was the plan, but to actually
have her ask was something else. He undid his belt and pulled his
shorts and briefs down to just above his knees.

Amy giggled. It was hardening before her eyes. She reached in
slowly and gave a quick touch, then drew her finger back as if it
might be a hot stove. But she quickly returned her hand and
stroked his cock this way and that, with curiosity. His
excitement was intense -- to think of a small girl in a bikini
holding him like this.

"It sure is big," she said. "So when it's like that you'd stick
it in a vagina to make a baby?"

"Yeah, that's the idea," he said, looking at her smooth little
body with the perfect skin, covered in just those few places with
the bikini cloth.

"Can you make the sperm come out?" she asked.

"I think so. Are you sure you want to see this?"

"Yeah, I'm sure!"

He lay back, pulled his shorts and briefs to his ankles, and
lifted his T shirt up around his chest. He began a slow jacking
motion.

"Can I do it?"

"Uhhh, OK." Wow, was it ever OK!

"I do it like you did?"

"That's right," he said.

Her imitation was excellent. "Like that?"

"Oh, yeah, like that..." Her fingers were smaller than his, but
oh so much more exciting. She rubbed up and down. "Oh, that's so
amazing, Amy..." He gasped with pleasure, looking at the girl in
the bikini, her pretty face focused on his cock, her little hand
jacking up and down gently.

"The sperm's going to come out soon. If you keep rubbing your
fingers will get sticky."

She pulled her hand back.

He felt a pang of disappointment, and then a bit of shame -- he
was so lucky to be in this situation at all...

"OK, then I'll finish it off..." He resumed the rubbing motion,
up and down. "But, if you don't mind..."

"What?"

"Well, if you don't mind, could you put your one leg up here on
the bed."

"Why?"

"Um, so I can get a good look at the place between your legs."

"Oh," she said with a quick laugh. "So you can think about my
vagina?"

"Yeah, that's the basic idea."

"OK!" She sat on the edge of the bed, and he moved over to his
right to give her room. She sat cross-legged, but then lifted her
left knee up.

He had snuck peeks at little girl crotches in bathing suit
bottoms, or in panties up under dresses. But to see her actually
presenting it to him for viewing was something totally different.

"I want to keep my private parts covered up, at least today."

"Oh, that's fine," he said. "I knew that."

"But my vagina is right in here." She pointed to the obvious
place. "Would you really stick it in there if you could?"

"Oh, no, it would never fit! But I can kind of dream what it
would be like if you had a grown-up vagina."

"OK." She sat, holding her knee to give him a good view of her
crotch. She looked at him moving his hand up and down, jacking
himself off.

He felt a moment of shame. "You're sure you want to see this?"

"Yeah!" she said.

"OK, the stuff is going to come out, any second now." His eyes
were glued firmly to the small band of cloth stretched tight over
her smooth vulva.

"Oh, Amy, Amy, Amy... Aaaahhhh!" he said. The first shot landed
on his T-shirt up around his neck.

Amy gave a quick laugh.

The next three shots surged out onto his chest.

"Oh, that's so weird!" she said.

He panted. "Well, it feels amazing and I'm so happy. You looked
at me while I did it, and you let me look at you too."

"I'm glad I could make you happy. It's really easy!"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Can I sniff it? Smell what it's like?"

Carl's fingers were covered with the stuff, and he slowly lifted
his hand up toward her. She leaned in to smell.

"Weird, yeah, very weird," she said. "I've seen other men and
their stiff penises, but this is the first time I've seen an
ejaculation!"

He just looked at the beautiful girl who was happy to watch him
masturbate as he looked at her between the legs.

"They say when I'm all grown up I'll want that thing to go up
inside me, but I don't believe it." She made a face.

"Well, you'll never have to unless you want to."

"Yeah I know, but... They all say I *will* want to. It's weird to
know I'm going to think different whether I want to or not." She
got up off the bed and stood.

He smiled, and she smiled back.

Then she said, "Look quick!" and pulled the crotch of her bottoms
aside to show her slit, laughed, then ran to the door and left.

Carl reached for some tissues to clean up with. Oh, my. What a
heavenly time...

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Five-year-old Mary had met with three guys before, and it had
always been fine. The basic idea was that she would pull down her
panties and lie on her back so they could get a good look at her
privates. Then they would get naked, and their penises would be
huge and stiff, they'd rub them and spurt sperm onto her tummy.
That was fine with her.

The nurse people had asked if she'd be OK with being touched on
her private parts. She thought that sounded fine. But she got to
decide each time for herself.  So the last one had asked and she
let him and it was fine. He stroked her kitty lips gently with
the fingers of one hand while he rubbed his penis with the other.
And she watched his face, to see him frown and moan and gasp and
then relax and smile just as the goop shot out.

It was so easy, and they were so happy. She still remembered
diapers and accidents and stuff like that. Grown-ups never had
those problems, of course. And now she secretly thought it was
funny that these men all had a big goopy accident on her tummy.
The nurse people kept showing her videos of men and girls doing
different things and asking how she felt about that, and she
always said it was fine.

So this fourth guy had asked and she said it was OK, and now he
touched her. He didn't just touch her kitty lips. He stroked her
hair, then gently touched her cheek, her shoulder, her tummy, her
chest. And after a while of touching her all different ways, he
ended up on her kitty lips.

"Can I lick you down there?"

She made a face. They'd asked about that and she'd said it
sounded OK to her.

"I'd really, really like to. Is it icky for you, or do you think
it's icky for me?"

"Icky for you."

"Oh, but I don't think it's icky at all. I think it would be the
most amazing thing."

She shrugged, then spread her legs wider as he maneuvered below
her. At first she giggled as she felt the tongue wetting her
lips. Then she relaxed as his tongue got inside a bit. His hands
were gently working over her hips and stomach in a very pleasant
way, and the tongue -- it was feeling different down there. Rich
and different. Rich and good.

Suddenly his face popped up. "OK with you?"

She realized it was OK. It was more than OK. She nodded, and the
head disappeared again, and there was the warm wet of his tongue,
moving so nicely -- one slow lick after another. If this was what
made this man happy -- well, this was no problem at all. This was
nice! It kept getting nicer and nicer. She wanted something more,
she could tell. And it was getting better, it was getting more.
How much better could it get? Suddenly waves of pleasure broke.
Such amazing good feelings!

She panted in wonder and opened her eyes to see the man smiling
at her. Such a nice smile.

"I'm so glad I could help you feel good. That's kind of how we
feel when we spurt our goop out."

Oh, no wonder they really liked it!

"Let me know if you don't like this," he said. He quickly got
naked below the waist and there was his huge penis. This guy had
a lot of hair all around his boys stuff and even up the center
towards his belly button. She saw him reposition himself. His big
fat penis was by her privates. "Here's a special kiss, just for
you," he said, and she felt the blunt end of the thing against
where he'd just been licking. "You mind?"

She shook her head. She didn't mind. She liked the idea.

He started stroking his penis with his hand. It didn't take long
before he pressed the blunt tip very firmly right against her
girl part, he gasped, and she felt the goo oozing against her
privates, and she smiled. He'd had an accident right where she
used to have her accidents!

 She was glad she'd been able to make him happy. It was easy,
just like it had been easy with the other three. But this was a
little different. She liked this kind of play for her too!

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From: Frances Jones
To: David Hamilton
Subject: angel for pedos

Hey, Dave. I got this interview with one of those little girls
who put out for pedos. What do you think? Could we build
something around this for the magazine? I was thinking of a title
something like, "Little Angels of Mercy, or Little Whores?"

Anyway, here's the text. Megan is 8 years old:

Frances: Megan, the records show you have had 74 sexual
encounters with men.

Megan: I don't keep count. But it's been a lot. Kind of a regular
thing.

F: Why do you do it?

M: I have an uncle who's a pedophile, and he's my favorite
grown-up. And they explained how most men and women can get
married or at least have sex, and he never can. And I felt bad
for him.

F: So have you had sex with him?

M: No, since I already know him, I can't. I don't get why people
want to have sex, really, but everyone says it's like this big,
big deal for grown-ups and if they can't, then they're really
sad. And my parents have always brought me up to want to do
things for other people. So when they explained what these men
would want to do, it sounded pretty simple to me. And no big
deal.

F: So, what was it like, the first time? If you don't mind
saying.

M: Oh, I don't mind. I remember the first guy. He was real
embarrassed, but eventually asked if I'd pull my panties down.
That was fine with me, so I did. And there he was staring at me.
He'd start to reach out his hand, then pull it back. So I asked
him if he wanted to touch. He gently stroked me like ten times,
and that was it. But he said it was so amazing, like I'd saved
his life. That night I looked at myself down there, and tried to
see what he was seeing. I couldn't. I just saw a little slit,
like any girl has. But I figured if I could save a man's life by
showing him my slit, jeez, that was easy!

F: So, is that what you've done, just expose yourself?

M (laughs): Oh, no, the doctors would ask about new things the
guys wanted to do and if it was OK with me. It was always OK with
me. Then a guy would do it, and they'd keep asking me different
ways if it was OK, and it was like they expected me to be all
upset. I had to keep telling them that it was fine, and jeez,
give me a break, I'll let you know if there's a problem!

F: So, was there anything that was hard to adjust to?

M: Well, there's the penis. One large fact at the center of
everything (laughs). I'd seen boys penises a bunch, and a man's
penis now and then, like glimpsing my dad's when we're changing
sometimes. But I'd never seen a penis when it's big and hard
before. And I remember thinking, 'Whoa, this is BIG!' But I'd
touch it or stroke it and the way the guy would moan you'd think
I'd saved his life. It's just a big, stiff thing -- kind of silky
and smooth. But if I rubbed it a little, they would look so
happy. And then I found out about ejaculation (laughs). Spurt,
spurt, spurt! But it's like heaven for these guys.

F: What other things have you done?

M: One really common thing is I get naked and lie on a bed. And
they touch me gently everywhere. You'd think my body was a great
work of art or something. The touching feels nice, and it's nice
to feel so special, especially at first, though now I'm used to
it. Some of them like to lick me too, lots of places. But I guess
it makes sense the place they like to touch most is my slit, and
inside my slit.

F: And how does that feel?

M: Sometimes it's just nothing, and other times it can start
feeling kind of warm and nice.

F: What's the most intimate thing you've done, the most sexy? I
mean for them?

M: They taught me all about sex in the training before I did this
-- I knew before but I learned a lot more. And how men like to
stick their penises into women's vaginas and do the ejaculation
in there. That's how babies are made and nature makes men and
women really like to make babies. And how these men would kind of
like that with me too. But my vagina was still way too small. So
one favorite thing is I lie on my back with just panties on, and
they're kind of leaning over me and stroking their penis up and
down, and just at the last second they stick the tip of their
penis inside the panties from the side and spurt inside there.
It's like they want to get inside something, and since they can't
get into my vagina, at least they get into my panties and spurt
the stuff close to where they dream of putting it.

F: And what does that feel like to you? When they spurt inside
your panties?

M: Well, for all this stuff there's some of, 'Why the heck would
you want to do THAT?' So when they do that I've got sticky goo in
my panties and all over my girl slit. But that's fine, it washes
off. Other yucky stuff comes out from between my legs anyway
(laughs). I invite them to look while I pull the panties down a
little and spread the goo around on my lips -- even put a little
inside my vagina. Lots of them love that -- their smiles are so
big. And then I take the panties off and wipe most of it up with
the panties and they get to keep them. I guess they really like
it.

F: Wow. Lots of people are horrified at the idea that the
scientists let the men do that to you. Do you understand that at
all? Why they think that?

M: Yeah, I think I do, kind of. If a guy did that to me when I
didn't want him to, I'd be really upset. They are my private
parts. And so when I hear of sex abuse victims, I really feel for
them -- men doing this when they don't want it. And then the kids
have to keep a secret, and they feel bad and ashamed. It seems so
wrong.

F: That the men do that?

M: That, yeah, well, of course. But the girls. Why should they
feel ashamed? The guy did this thing, and it's not their fault,
and he's being a real jerk -- pardon my language (laughs). But it
doesn't mean the girl should feel bad. And if she could see it as
just flesh and goop (laughs) instead of something shameful, then
that would seem better. Angry, yeah, I get that. But ashamed? No
way! Guilty? No way!

F: So, how does the routine work? How much time do you spend at
this?

M: I go in a couple days a week to the lab. After school
Wednesdays and on Saturday. I look forward to it. I think of all
those poor pedophiles, who want sex just like all those other
grown-ups, and they can never have it unless me or some other
little girl in this program says it's OK. And it makes them so
incredibly happy and thankful. They say they'd give me gifts
they're so thankful, but the program doesn't allow it. This one
guy was funny -- he said he'd give me two horses. And for what?
He was on his back and I kind of kneeled over him and opened my
girl lips wide so he could see inside, and then he pumped with
his hand and ejaculated on his stomach. That's worth two horses?
I thought he was kidding, but he didn't seem like it.

F: Would you recommend this to other girls?

M: Oh, yeah, definitely! Well, you have to want to help people
out. And not be ashamed of bodies and stuff with bodies. But can
I tell you some more things?

F: Sure, I'd love to hear whatever you want to share.

M: Some guys kind of like the naughty part of it. Like instead of
wanting me to get naked, they want me to be dressed and then they
do something naughty. Like for instance I sit on their lap with a
dress on, and they read me a story. but then they slowly slide
their hand up under my dress, between my legs, until they get to
the panties. And then wiggle their fingers inside so they can
touch my slit.

F: When they do that, you've agreed to it?

M: Yeah, the nurses asked about different make-believe stuff like
that.

F: So is it weird to pretend it's naughty?

M: If they were doing it that sneaky way because I didn't want
it, that would feel bad. But I'd be happy to take off all my
clothes for them, so if they want to pretend it's naughty that's
fine. One guy was lying on his back, and he wanted me to sit with
a dress on and no panties, and get so he could just see up
between my legs, while he rubbed himself. And then he wanted me
to tell him he was a disgusting, sick pervert. So I did, and
jeez, the first spurt went all the way over his head and landed
on the wall! But when it was all done I had to tell him I don't
like to lie and it was just pretend and I don't think he's
disgusting or sick. And that made him cry, he was so happy.

F: Very interesting. Anything else?

M: Well, I always see more than one guy. Usually a bunch. As long
as I'm in the lab, I figure I might as well help lots of them,
right? So I spend like a half hour with one, then take a quick
break and go to the next. And it's better when it's pretty quick.
I get bored if it goes on too long -- I mean, I'm still happy to
do it, but it can be boring. Some are really quick. One guy
wanted me to get naked and then get on hands and knees with my
rear end towards him. I think he rubbed himself for all of ten
seconds before he ejaculated. It went up onto my back. And then
he left. I couldn't tell whether he'd had a good time or not, but
the nurse lady told me that he really had. Some of the guys don't
say much and I can't read their faces, but apparently they're all
happy.

F: What do your parents think?

M: They say they think it's wonderful. They also explain that
it's different from how they thought as kids and when they were
younger, and part of them has this feeling it's yucky, but mostly
they think it's great, and if I think it's great, then they're
all for it.

F: OK, Megan, that's great, thank you for your time.

M: Did I tell you about the pictures?

F: Uh, no.

M: They take a movie of what we do together all the time. As part
of the research. And I'd heard about pornography and seen some
too. But never with little girls like me. And I had this idea, if
there are only a few girls and lots of pedophiles, could they
take a movie of the stuff we do and then show it to the
pedophiles? Then that might be better than nothing? They thought
that was really funny and said I'd invented child pornography,
and there was already a bunch of it out there, but making it was
a crime. I didn't get why, until they told me that the movies
they have are of girls who don't have any choice and don't want
to do it. So I understood then.

F: But you wouldn't mind if pedophiles all over the world were
looking at movies of the stuff you do? The guy ejaculating on
your back?

M: No, I wouldn't mind, if it would make them happy. That's why I
do this, to help men feel happy. Men who are like my uncle.

Megan is an extraordinary little girl. Part of me thinks it's
just not right. But when I work it through, I think of dozens of
happy pedophiles and an excited little girl who feels good about
doing good deeds.

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From: David Hamilton
To: Frances Jones
Subject: Re: angel for pedos
Uh, thanks for sending that. Very interesting. But I don't think
our readers could handle it!


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The Alternative Sexuality Exploration Initiative: Phase Two
November 3, 2036

It was just over a year ago that the pilot program began. On the
whole, it has been a great success. As planned, there is
extensive screening of both children and pedophiles. To date 171
girls have proceeded to having at least one sexual contact with a
pedophile. Many of the girls have had multiple contacts, so there
have been 599 incidents involving 404 pedophiles. If we can judge
by immediate effects, the screening has been successful. Nineteen
girls decided after one experience they didn't want to do it any
more. 31 more girls didn't have a second encounter because
interviews picked up some sign of hesitation or discomfort. 
There have been no reports of traumatic reactions in either set.
That leaves 121 girls who were willing to engage in a second
encounter. Many have done it several times. They generally report
that they like feeling like they have done a good deed, and like
seeing the pedophiles so happy.

It's been very popular on the pedophile side too. Of the 404 men
who have had at least one experience, 94% rated it as "very
satisfying" or better, and 47% rated it as "one of the very best
experiences of my life". The waiting list has over 50,000 names
on it.

The initial rules on the kinds of activity allowed have been
refined over time. The first rule is of course that nothing
happens that the child doesn't want, and if a child changes his
or her mind, the man must stop immediately. A girl may go as far
as licking the man's penis, but may not take it in her mouth. The
man must not ejaculate on the girl's face or hair. But he may
ejaculate on just about any other part of the girl's body if she
doesn't mind.

We prohibit kissing on the lips, because it seems too intimate,
suggesting an emotional rather than just physical relationship.
There were some experiments with girls receiving oral sex.
Naturally many men are very interested in this. Most girls are
indifferent to it. But a few girls really enjoy it and a couple
had an orgasm. Their feeling pleasure changes the character of
the interaction. The ideal motivation from the girl is one of a
disinterested desire to make pedophiles happy. If the girl comes
to enjoy the experience too much, it risks unleashing emotions
that are best postponed until she is older. So we have imposed
strict time limits, limiting oral stimulation to 15 seconds.

There are absolute prohibitions on anal or vaginal penetration of
any kind. We reach the limits when ejaculation occurs right at
the anal or vaginal orifices. As long as the penis itself does
not penetrate, we are allowing it. Not surprisingly, this is very
popular with the men. As part of their orientation the girls have
of course been taught about intercourse, and with ejaculation at
the vaginal orifice the man's underlying desire is clear to the
girl. This has led some girls to ask us if they could accommodate
the men vaginally.

We initially prohibited this because it would be physically
traumatic. Naturally the men report great interest in this if it
would not harm the girl. And with genuine interest expressed by
some of the girls, we have investigated further.

We have consulted with pediatric gynecologists. They tell us that
among the older girls, the vagina is already developing towards
readiness. They have devised an ointment including female
hormones that is free of serious side effects. When applied
intravaginally over a period of weeks, it can make the vagina
ready for penetration by hastening the effects of puberty. We are
assured that the effect is limited to the vagina, and it will not
advance the girl's puberty in any other way.

We will provide the interested girls with lubricant and dildos of
various sizes and let them experiment on their own. The girl must
demonstrate with dildos that her vagina can in fact be penetrated
comfortably and of course without physical damage. Men are
naturally selected only if their erect penises are small enough
for the particular girl as judged by the largest dildo she can
accommodate.

Once again, any such activity starts with the girls themselves
expressing a persistent desire to prepare themselves in this way.
It will stop if at any point in the preparation process the girl
is no longer enthusiastic, and she has the right to change her
mind before penetration or while being penetrated.

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Lisa decided to stretch her cunt. She knew that was a kind of
rude word for it, but she liked to think of it like that. She had
a little cunt, and she was going to make it bigger. Big enough
that a man could fuck it. She'd be the 8-year-old girl with the
big-enough cunt.

So there was the exam, and they said she was a promising
candidate. Then there was the goop to put in every night, and the
dildos -- sometimes she just left one in there while she did her
homework. And when she'd gotten the "average man" dildo in, there
had been more exams and then she was ready.

They'd decided to give the girls make-believe names. They all got
them, whether they did a vagina-stretching or not. But she
thought of it as her new vaginally available self. And she chose
the name herself. She would now be Angela.

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This man was confident, warm and friendly. He sat beside her on
the bed and took her hands.

"I'm the luckiest man in the world," he said. "You're a virgin,
right? Never done this before?"

"Right," said Lisa.

"And I have this honor because my penis is kind of small." He
sighed. "The only time in my life that has been a plus."

Lisa smiled.

"You want to do it any special way?"

"Nope. How about like they do it in most of the movies."

She took off her dress so she was naked, then lay back with legs
spread wide.

"You are so amazing," he said. "Do you get tired of people
calling you amazing and wonderful?"

"A little," she said.

"So it's still OK? And you'll tell me to stop if any little thing
is wrong?"

She nodded.

She knew all about stiff penises, and she knew all about dildos.
And now, as she watched his stiff cylinder nudge between her
legs, the two concepts merged. The part of penis she could not
see transformed itself into a dildo inside her. But it wasn't a
dildo. It was part of this man, and he was thrusting it in and
out of her. It was also more ... human than a dildo.

The man was moaning and gasping and his eyes looked her up and
down.

"Can I... Can I ejaculate in your vagina?"

She nodded.

"Can you say it out loud -- the whole thing?"

"You can ejaculate inside my vagina. I'd really like it if you
would."

The man shuddered and groaned, holding his penis way up inside
her. She knew he must be coming. They said she probably wouldn't
feel anything inside, and she didn't. But it somehow felt more
rewarding than any of what she'd done before. And no mess! At
least not the same kind. Vaginas were made to get ejaculated in.
She could feel his penis shrinking inside her, and then she felt
it slither out as he moved to the side.

He stroked her hair. "You're so, so wonderful -- oops."

"No, it's OK. You can say it."

"You're the most fantastic girl in the whole world, and I'll
never forget you as long as I live. Ever."

"OK," she said, and was silent a moment. "That's what you want to
do to a girl? More than anything?"

"More than anything. There's an old expression 'going all the
way', and that's partly what it means. The end. The ultimate."

Lisa felt warm in a new way. She sat up. "Angela. That's my new
make-believe name. You've turned me into Angela. I'm glad."

"OK, anything for you." He sighed. "But I guess it's time to say
goodbye. Thank you."

She kissed him on the forehead as she stood up. He helped her
into her dress, and she left with a little "Bye" over her
shoulder.

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Jon was excited. He'd finally get his turn! Now he entered the
room.

"Uh, hi," he mumbled.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a blue patterned
dress, with no socks or shoes.

"Hi," she said.

"What's your name?"

"Angela," she said.

He stood there. He'd never been so good at talking with other
people. "Um, uhhh," he said. They'd said they would find him a
girl who was good with men who weren't so comfortable talking
with girls.

"Come here," said the girl. When he approached, she gently felt
the front of his shorts. "Let me see the stuff only you men
have." She pulled down the shorts and briefs and found a rapidly
hardening organ.

"Mmmm," she said. "I think I know what you'd like to do with
that."

"Uhhhh," he said.

She smiled and pulled the shorts and briefs all the way down and
off, leaving him in his T-shirt. She patted the bed next to her
and he sat down.

"You've always dreamed of a little girl, right? Being able to see
and touch a little girl?"

He nodded.

She lifted her hips and pulled the dress up behind her, then
spread her legs. "See, there it is."

He gazed at her female slit.

"Now you can touch it," she said. When he didn't move, she took
his hand and gently cupped his fingers against her.

"And now, you can go inside too. With your penis." She lifted her
legs and moved around so she was flat on her back, dress still up
around her waist, legs spread wide.

"Um, can we do it like dogs?" he said.

"Oh!" she said. "I guess you do have some definite ideas what
you'd like! Um, let me see."

He was embarrassed.

"OK, sure," she said, doing her best to make like a female doggy.
"Woof, woof," she said, and laughed. "I've seen this in the
videos but never done it myself before."

He eagerly worked around behind her, cupping the little narrow
butt cheeks. He lowered his penis tip to her opening. Reaching
behind, she held herself open and he pressed in.

"Is this OK? Am I doing it right?" she asked.

"Yeah, great, great," he said. He'd never done it before, so he
didn't know if they were doing it right. But he was in her, her
innards were giving him a hot, wet squeeze, and it felt great.

He moaned with the pleasure of it and started thrusting, pushing
his cock in a little more each time. He looked down to see his
shaft driving in and out of the girl's pussy, right below her
butt hole. He reached underneath to feel her feminine lips on the
far side of his cock. He had pubic hair and plenty of it, but she
had none. No pubic hair and no hips. He moved his head to the
side to look around at her chest. No breasts hanging down. Just a
girl. She looked back over her shoulder at him, smiling, then
looked to the front again. She was really just 8 years old.
Amazing.

Oh, this was heaven. His pleasure rapidly built, the fire in his
loins kept burning hotter and hotter -- this was what he'd waited
for all his life -- and then he came. His cock twitched over and
over, pulsing sperm into the little girl. Looking down below he
saw just the base of his shaft, the rest of it deep inside the
girl. It was the ecstasy of a lifetime. He withdrew and sat back,
panting.

"You liked that?" she said sweetly, turning to face him.

He nodded.

"You ejaculated in my vagina?" she said with a happy little
laugh.

He nodded.

"So glad I could help you." She reached in to give him a half-hug
and then a kiss on the cheek. Then she got up, pulled her dress
down to make herself decent, and left.

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Bill wasn't much one to gamble or get his hopes up. When the
pilot program started, the chances of getting in were so small it
felt like hoping to win the lottery. But now it had been a real
program for three years. They said the waiting list had gotten
down to a reasonable length. He had to fill out forms, write in
words what he wanted and why. "Little girls are sexy. I've
struggled my whole life thinking I could never have sex with one.
I'm really eager to." He'd love to have a special little friend,
but the word had come back that this wasn't something the girls
offered. What they offered was a brief opportunity for sex. And
that was no small thing! During the interviews, one question came
out of nowhere, casually: "So tell me about the most sexual
contact you've ever had with a girl." Later he could see that if
he had a guilty conscience he would have likely looked flustered.
But he didn't. "None. Never. A brief hug for my niece, fully
clothed."

He had to give a video of himself, addressing first the
examiners, and then addressing the girl. "If it's OK with you,
and only if it's OK, right? If it's OK, I'd like to see you naked
and touch you between the legs. I'd like to touch you everywhere,
and lick you down there for just a few seconds -- that would be
heaven. And I'd like you to look at my penis and help me come. If
I could put it in your vagina and come there, that would be the
greatest thing ever. But only if you want to, right? Or if you're
willing? Thanks so much."

And then after all the forms and medical tests and interviews, he
had his invitation. Come to the medical center at noon, and be
prepared to wait until 4pm. Absolutely no guarantees. When he
arrived they took him aside to look at brief videos of 3 girls
standing in a bathing suit and saying "Hello".  All 8 years old,
just as he had suggested. None was knock-out model material, but
they all looked beautiful to him. He started getting a little
stiff just looking. And he reported that based on that they would
all be fine too -- more than fine. They had him sit in a waiting
room for 45 minutes. Then they led him to a small bedroom. They'd
asked him to wear simple loose-fitting clothing. He was in a
T-shirt and shorts, and now he took off his shoes and socks. He
waited.

The wait was only 10 minutes or so. There was one knock, the girl
entered and the door shut behind her. Straight shoulder-length
brown hair, big brown eyes, and a lithe little 8-year-old body in
a white dress. She was gorgeous.

She came right up to him as he sat, spread his legs apart and
stood right in front of him, putting her hands on his shoulders.

"Hello," she said sweetly.

He gulped.

"What's your name?"

"Bill."

"Hi, Bill."

For several seconds he just stared.

She said softly, "This is your time" and kissed him on the cheek.

He reached up, amazed, and stroked her hair, then her cheek. Then
he reached behind her and pulled her into a firm but gentle hug.

"Oh my, oh my..." he said. Just hugging a little girl like this
-- it was amazing.

A full minute went by. She pulled back and said gently, "This is
your time to do sexy things, right?"

He smiled and nodded. She reached down slowly and caressed the
bulge at the front of his shorts.

"I... I can... Can I?" He reached forward and put his two hands
on her chest, right where her breasts would grow some day. "Like
that?"

"That's fine," she said.

He just held his fingers gently against her chest, moving just
the tiniest bit.

"Can I play with your penis?" she asked.

His eyes went wide.

She smiled. "It's OK, you know. It's really OK. That's why I'm
here."

He nodded, and she tugged down on his stretchy shorts and briefs.
His cock stuck out. "Hello, penis," she said with a smile,
patting it gently on top.

"I can..." He gulped, and slid his hand under the hem of her
dress. He massaged one thigh right above the knee. Then he slowly
raised his hand, traveling up her inner thigh. "I can do this?"

"Sure!" she said. "Keep going."

He did, and where her legs met was panty cloth. He moaned as he
gently fingered it. "Can we... can we take it off and then you
lie on the bed?"

"If you help me." She pulled the dress up to her waist, and then
he took over and lifted it over her head. In nothing but white
panties, she turned around once and said, "It's me!" Then she lay
down on the bed. He took off his own shirt and leaned over the
girl.

His hands caressed her arms, her shoulders, her neck, and then
caressed her little nipples reverently. He firmly moved his hands
to her sides, then they met at her belly and he slowly caressed,
working down to the top of her panties.

He took his hands away and took an appreciative look from head to
toes and back, then leaned in towards her nipples and stuck his
tongue out to suggest what he wanted to do. "Can I?"

"Sure," she said with a warm smile.

He licked one nipple carefully for several seconds, then the
other. Then he rose and went below. She spread her legs and he
sat between them, caressing outer thighs. Then he went downward
to her calves and then her feet, pausing to look at them and
stroke them.

She squirmed. "Tickles."

"Oh, sorry," he said. He returned to her thighs, and moved his
hands gently up and down the inside of each thigh. He gently
pulled the panty crotch to one side to see what was within. Then
he began tugging down on the sides, and she raised her butt to
help him pull the panties down and off.

"Oh, God, this is so amazing," he murmured as he moved in with
his face. He spread her lips gently and looked reverently within.
"And I can lick here too?"

"Yup!" she said. "I like to get licked there. But I have to count
to 10 and then you have to stop."

If he only had 10 seconds he wanted to make it count. So he held
her open with his fingers and took a good long look. He sniffed.
With his tongue right at her center line, he licked from bottom
to top, over and over. When he pressed his tongue at her vaginal
opening, it went inside. And in no time the 10 seconds was up.

"Mmmm," she said. "What about you?"

He pulled back to kneeling position. His cock was hard.

She sat up to stroke it gently.

"Ooohhhh," he sighed. "Can I really... your... your vagina?"

"Yes!" she said.

He leaned forward, bringing cock tip towards the amazing female
slit where he had just been licking. He held her lips gently open
and stuck his cock tip right at her opening. "I can go in?" he
asked, unable to keep his amazement out of his voice.

"Yup! Just push."

He pushed. Her tissues yielded. He pushed more. She yielded
again. He kept pushing, and her feminine tunnel gracefully drew
back to accept the entire intrusion -- while giving him a firm,
hot, wet hug.

"I'm fu... I'm making love to a little girl," he said. "Do you
mind?"

"I'm not such a little girl," she said accusingly.

"Oh, right, sorry..." he said.

"But I'm happy to get fucked. I know that word," she said with a
smile.

"And I can... I can just fuck and fuck and fuck?"

"Mmm-hmmm! It feels kind of nice, the in and out," she said. "You
want me to talk dirty?"

"Oh," he said. He had mentioned that he'd like that, but now that
she was here, beneath him, letting him thrust his penis into her
body...

"Fuck my little cunny. Do it to my pussy. Copulate with me. Screw
me. Fill me up!"

"That's OK... Nice idea, but... I just want to..."

On and on he fucked, holding himself up on his hands to look down
at the small girl laid out below him. Everything forbidden was
laid bare -- chest, tummy, legs, and privates. Not just the
outside of her privates. His cock was buried deep in her vagina,
dancing back and forth in a flush of excess and excitement.

"I can stay in when I finish?" he asked breathlessly.

"Yes! I love it when you stay close. I'd love it if you did it
inside me!"

"Mmm, a little baby talk maybe."

She smiled. "Peepee! Peepee! I'm a potty!"

He looked at her in amazement as his pleasure tripled. He gave a
last few urgent and deep pushes, and then his mind and orgasm
became one thing as held his supercharged cock still, pulsing
semen.

When mind and orgasm began to separate, he caught his breath, he
lay down on her part way, careful not to crush her. He reached in
slowly for a kiss, but she turned her head to present her cheek.
He kissed it, then kissed her ear, and then nibbled it.

She squirmed, he moved to the side, and she sat up.

"Can you.. Can you tell me your name?"

"Angela. My name is Angela."

"Really?" he said, suspiciously.

"That's my pretend name." She smiled.

He smiled too. His cock was soft now.

She sat up. "You want the panties? You can have them."

"Um, sure," he said, eying the filmy garment she had retrieved
from around her left ankle.

"You want me to clean myself up with them first?"

He smiled. "Oh, that's so naughty... But yes, I'd like that very
much."

She rubbed the panties between her legs to catch the mixture of
goop on the outside, then shoved them up inside a bit to get some
of the stuff within.

"Here you go!" she said, handing them to him. "Was that really
nice for you?"

"Yes! Yes, it was amazing!" he said.

"I'm so glad! Anything else?"

He was tempted to get her to wait, to hug him... But it wasn't
that kind of relationship. Fun, playful, erotic, physically
satisfying -- immensely satisfying -- but just sex.

"Yes. Marry me."

She laughed at the silly suggestion.

He laughed too, but inside he was crying.

"Goodbye," she said, closing the door behind her.

He remembered the rules. He had the room for ten minutes more.
After a minute of going over every detail to make sure he'd have
a vivid memory, he sighed, dressed, and left. He checked out at
the front desk and that was that.

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"So, Lisa, how was the clinic today?"

"Fine, daddy. I did it with -- or rather, Angela did it with,
let's see, four, five, six guys. Wait, no seven!"

"Wow, that's a lot."

"Some were really quick," she said. "One guy started moaning and
panting just as his thing was starting to push in. He didn't get
it in very far and it started shrinking really fast. He seemed
kind of embarrassed. He thanked me but left quick. Did I do
something wrong?"

"No, sweetie. He just came quicker than he wanted to. Men like to
make it last a while, just like you don't eat a whole dessert in
one gulp."

"Why didn't he just keep having fun?"

"You know that when men ejaculate they're pretty much finished."

"Yeah, I guess. Do you ever ejaculate sooner than you want inside
mom?"

"Now, Lisa, I've told you over and over again that I'm not going
to say anything about mom's and my sex life."

"Yeah, OK. Another guy stayed floppy the whole time. First he had
me take my panties off, sit on his lap and then just stuck his
hand up under my dress and pressed against my labia. And just
left his hand like that for a while. Then when I got up and he
took his pants off he was floppy. He said that wasn't surprising.
So I caressed it a while. I asked if I was doing something wrong,
and he said no. So I took his penis in my mouth. They said I can
if it's not hard and stiff. Because men don't ejaculate until
it's hard and stiff. Is that right?"

"Yeah, pretty much right. Yeah, always right."

"He thought that was really nice and moaned, but the thing never
got stiff. Maybe a little, but then it shrank again."

"Yeah, sometimes men don't get erections when they want to. It's
a funny system and it sometimes has a mind of its own."

"Ever since I got my vagina stretched, all the guys want to stick
it in me and ejaculate in there."

"Makes sense."

"I can do my own clean-up all by myself now. First there's this
tampon thing I put in briefly to get the previous guy's
ejaculation out. Then I hop in the shower and rinse off and dry
myself. Then I apply the lube so the next guy's cock will go in
easy. Then I put on the panties and whatever clothes they lay out
for me. Usually it's a dress. Sometimes a bikini."

"Very good."

"Dad, it's really good that they get so happy. But I don't really
get it. They know I can't have a baby, and they can make
themselves ejaculate all alone with their hand."

Her father smiled. "I could say, 'That's just the way it is,' but
I'll try to explain a bit."

"Yeah, what's going on?"

"We're descended from animals, right?"

"Right."

"And when we have sex we're pretty much like animals. Animals
don't think, 'Gee, I'd like to make more monkeys today. Or
giraffes."

"Or anteaters."

"Right. Anyway, they're just built to want to have sex. They
really want to have sex, and have no idea it has anything to do
with making puppies or kittens. And even though we people know
how it works, our inner animals are built to want the same
things. So men don't want to masturbate, they want to be with a
woman. And they don't want to spurt the stuff on her chest. How
many puppies do you think get made if the daddy dog spurts his
semen onto the girly dog's back?"

"None, yeah."

"So where do they really want to be when they ejaculate?"

"In her vagina!"

"Right. And do they want to stop and pull out before they've
ejaculated?"

"No. They need to ejaculate in her vagina."

"So if a guy's penis doesn't get hard, what good would it do to
ejaculate?"

"Uh, none, unless he was in her vagina -- but it wouldn't go, I
see."

"Right. And once they've ejaculated, does it help make kittens or
foals or calves if he keeps pumping his penis in and out?"

"Uh, no I guess."

"And once the ejaculation is done, is there any reason the penis
has to stay stiff?"

"No, I guess not."

"So, now take these pedophiles. Everything's the same, except one
detail is different. They want to try to put the baby into a
little girl like you instead of a woman."

"So they need to get a big, fat, long, stiff penis, stick it way
up in my vagina, and ejaculate there and that makes them think
they're making a baby?"

"Basically."

"So if they don't ejaculate deep then the inner boy animal isn't
so happy, and if they don't get hard it isn't happy, and if they
can't get inside, they sometimes like to stick their penis right
at the opening and make the sperm go in the vagina, like that one
guy did before I made my vagina big enough... And then when they
ejaculate, they're through!"

"Perfect."

"But the female animals... they really want to make babies too.
So they like to get a big penis inside. Women like to get a big
penis way up in their vaginas and want the men to ejaculate
there!"

"Right."

"Mom wants you to ejaculate in her vagina."

"Lisa, I've told you..."

"Oh, right, right. But what's wrong with me? Or the other girls?
I mean, we're happy to help, but how come we're not frantic to
get a man ejaculating in our vaginas all the time?"

"Just because the pedophiles are a little bit off doesn't mean
you girls are off. When your body gets big enough to have a baby,
then your mind changes to want to get sex."

"And meanwhile, I'm helping the pedophiles feel a little better
because they can do it with someone."

"Right."

Lisa paused and gave a wicked grin. "I can just hear mom saying
to you, 'Oh, please stick your big penis in my vagina and fuck in
and out until you ejaculate.' And you slide it in, and pump in
and out fast and deep and get all huffy and puffy and go, 'Yes,
yes, oh, yes, June, ah, ah, aaahhh!' as you ejaculate in her
vagina."

Her father crossed his arms and looked at her sternly.

"Not quite like that? Oh well. But I'll say this, daddy, I'm
really glad you ejaculated in mommy over and over again until you
made ME!"

He smiled. "I'm very glad about that too. Gladder than about
anything."

"Aha! You admit it! You admit you fucked mom and ejaculated in
her!"

Her father shook his head and smiled at her.

"Anyway, if you get as happy fucking mom as these guys get
fucking me, I'm really glad and hope that mom lets you fuck her a
lot. Every day?"

Her father got up.

Lisa had an impish thought. "Well, if it's not enough, you could
fuck me instead. I'd love to let you feel good that way."

"That's enough, Lisa!" said her father quite sharply.

"Oh, sorry," said Lisa, sobering up. She usually knew when her
father was nearing his limit, but he's surprised her this time.

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Lisa was naked and spread wide for the taking. He was naked,
penis stiff, kneeling between her legs.

"Oh, baby, can you lick it for me. Just like three times before I
stick it in?"

"OK," she said, sitting up. She took the shaft in her fingers,
and then stuck her tongue out and licked slowly upward, then
rolled it over the top of his penis.

He gasped and moaned.

She reached down to repeat the motion, but just as her tongue
curled around his tip his semen jetted out! She pulled away,
sperm on her tongue and lips, and watched as his cock twitched
and shot out more gobs of the stuff.

She frowned and spat.

"Uh-oh, I wasn't suppose to do that," he said panting.

She reached for some tissues and wiped.

"I didn't mean to... I didn't know you'd do it so... amazingly
well."

Her mouth was mostly clear now. She sighed.

"Are you going to tell on me?" he asked.

She sat.

"It was an accident, really. Honest!"

"OK," she said.

He helped her dress and continued making gentle apologies, and
she left. No, she wouldn't tell on him. It had been an accident,
she figured. And she'd helped him feel good. After she brushed
her teeth she'd be as good as new. She wouldn't mention it to her
daddy either.

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The nurse folks presented this one very sheepishly. It was a very
unusual scenario, but Lisa loved make-believe. It sounded like
fun. And in this one she got to be the boss.

There was a large four-poster bed. Chained to each post was a
naked man.

"Are you ready to do your job?" she asked with a tone of command.

"Yes, ma'am," they said, one by one.

"Who's first, let me see..." She went to the man on the
right-side foot post. "Are you ready to please me?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," he said. His cock wasn't fully hard, so she reached
out to stroke it gently. It stiffened rapidly.

She used the key around her neck to unfasten his lock. Then she
lay back on the bed and beckoned to him.

As he came over, she pulled her dress up past her hips to reveal
her naked private parts. "Fuck me, but you must not ejaculate!"
she said.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, mounting and easing his cock into her.

"Faster," she said. "Deeper... Harder..."

The man was fucking her hard, fast and deep.

"But you must not ejaculate! You absolutely must not, or you will
be punished!" Her finger rubbed back and forth on the metal
collar around his neck, toying with the push button on it.

He shouted out and grabbed her hips and cried out.

Lisa knew when a man was coming, and now she did as she had been
told. She pressed the button, and heard the hum of electricity as
his shock was delivered. "Imbecile! You ejaculated! I can tell!
You must be punished!"

"Arrggh!" shouted the man, twitching with some combination of
orgasm and shock.

"Disgusting pig!" she hissed, and pushed him off of her and onto
the floor.

The other 3 men all had very stiff cocks.

"You," she said, unlocking the one at the head of the bed on the
right side.

"In you go!" she commanded, and he mounted. "All the way... Go in
and out..."

"But, ma'am, if I do --"

"Silence! You will fuck me hard, you will fuck me deep, and you
will keep fucking me. But you will not ejaculate, you understand?
You must not ejaculate, or you will be sorry!"

"Yes, ma'am," he whispered, as his body humped her in a frenzy.

"No, no, no, NO!" he shouted.

Her finger pressed the button. He whimpered and writhed as she
pushed him off of her and onto the floor on the other side of the
bed.

She repeated the procedure with the 3rd man, then the 4th.

"You horrible, selfish, filth pigs!" she shouted. "Up on the bed,
heads to the center!" she said.

The four men scrambled up onto the bed, heads near each other in
the center.

Lisa stood over them, then reached around her pussy opening to
get slime. And she rubbed her slimy finger across the face and
hair of the last man who had ejaculated inside her. Then the
next-to-last, and on until she had done all of them. All four had
stiff cocks once again, she noticed. They must not mind too much!

"Not sure about this part," she said next, in her ordinary little
girl voice. But she had drunk quite a bit before she came in, and
she really did have to go to the bathroom. And she would try to
do what they wanted. She could hear the crinkle of a plastic
sheet under the ordinary one, but her toilet training was still
hard to overcome. After a second the flood began. She aimed it as
best she could -- something girls didn't get to do all that
often! -- to thoroughly soak the face and hair of all four men.

They gasped, choked, and smiled.

"There!" she said, giggling, as her bladder let out its last
little dribble. "How'd I do?"

"Oh, fantastic! ... You're the best... You could be a pro..."
they said in ragged chorus.

Feeling very proud of herself, Lisa hopped off the bed, letting
her dress fall, and let herself out of the room.

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"Alternative Sexuality Exploration Initiative: Ten-Year
Follow-Up"
April 22, 2046

It's ten years since we first allowed small girls to volunteer
for sexual activity with pedophiles. The pilot program was
successful by the initial measures. Girls found it rewarding, and
pedophiles found it profoundly satisfying.

The main obstacle from moving beyond a pilot program to a
nationwide initiative was the fear of what would happen to the
girls when they got older. After ten years, our first cohort of
girls was between 14 and 19 years of age.

From among the initial volunteers, half who met all screening
criteria were selected for the program and the other half kept as
a control group. Overall health and measures of life adjustment
are not significantly different between the two groups. There are
no differences in serious psychological disorders. Yet there are
differences.

Girls in the experimental group are more socially confident and
emotionally resilient. They also engage in sexual behavior
outside of the program at a much higher frequency than controls.
However, they report more satisfaction with their sex lives than
those in the control group who have had sex. Those who have not
had sex outside of the program also report more satisfaction with
their abstinent sex lives than the abstinent controls.

Pedophiles were also divided into experimental and control
groups. Pedophiles almost uniformly rated the experience as very
rewarding and reported an improved life satisfaction. The control
group also showed a slight increase in life satisfaction and
reduction in depression. But this echoes an overall slight
decrease in depression among pedophiles in the society at large.
Most pedophiles knew about this program, and one hypothesis is
that its very existence and the hope that they might some day be
able to participate has resulted in greater hope.

Child sexual abuse in society at large has continued its slow
downward trend.

In line with the overwhelmingly positive results, we strongly
recommend this pilot program be expanded to a full program, with
the hope that all qualified pedophiles would be able to
participate. We also recommend that a parallel program be
instituted allowing little boys to volunteer to help the
pedophiles who are attracted to boys.

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