Author: Sterling
Title: A Lottery For Sexual Abuse -- Or Is It
Summary: Children forced into sex suffer. But adults attracted to
children suffer from the absence of sexual satisfaction. Why not
select a few girls and boys, by lottery, to satisfy the desires
of many pedophiles? A radical experiment, but being chosen by
lottery sets in motion a different dynamic from typical abuse.
Keywords: Mg Mg(12) slow prost

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 5/8/2022.

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A Lottery For Sexual Abuse -- Or Is It

"This idea of a lottery. What do you all think?" The President
listened to his councilors, one by one.

"I just don't like it," said the eldest. "It's just not right."
He frowned.

"The idea of the greatest good for the greatest number is really
at the heart of much of our enlightened social policy," said
another.

"All the conservatives are in favor of voluntary solutions rather
than government-mandated ones," said another, "and this is
voluntary."

"The Incel movement is seriously misguided, but the problem they
identify is a real one. A great many men lack sexual satisfaction
through no fault of their own."

"Remind me of the details of implementation," said the President.

"We ask for volunteer families -- we already know thousands upon
thousands in the US are willing. They all understand and support
the idea of the greatest good for the greatest number."

"When the lottery is held, one in a hundred eligible people are
chosen, from categories of males and females of various ages."

"The largest group is simply young women, as they are in greatest
demand. A great many men would have their lives profoundly
improved if they could have sexual relations with young women."

"We do already have prostitution -- we could make it legal," said
the eldest.

"Perhaps, but the dynamic is entirely different. People know that
prostitutes are driven to it by economic necessity. We know many
are cynical and really don't want to be doing it at all. Every
john knows that. Those chosen by lottery -- they would know they
are doing a public good, and are fundamentally being driven by a
desire to help others."

"There are other kinds than young women, too. Of course we have
male prostitutes, and we could substitute lottery-winning men for
them. But there are the pedophiles..."

"Yuck!"

"Science knows they did not choose it, and research suggests that
children may not be harmed so much if there is no need to keep a
secret and plenty of opportunity for counseling."

"But no one can rule out harm -- those results are just
preliminary and they could end up seriously damaged!" said the
eldest.

"It's true, we can't rule that out. But for one thing, we screen
the winners for basic psychological health. And let's take our
philosophy seriously, now... We're talking the greatest good for
the greatest number. Suppose one child ends up as an adult
feeling deeply hurt. We have to weigh that against the sexual
satisfaction of hundreds of men who would otherwise have no
sexual outlet at all."

"Hmmmmm," said the President. "All the families would be
volunteers, you say? Why would they volunteer?"

"Some may just want to help humanity. Others might have a
relative who would benefit. Perhaps they have a brother who has
trouble getting a date. Or a son who is a pedophile. Of course
they have to take the chance that someone in their family will be
chosen, but these relatives of theirs who are hurting -- they
would have a high chance of some satisfaction."

"And while time with lottery winners would be available to all,
first priority would go to members of families who signed up for
the lottery."

"We also have to suspend the laws against adult-child sex, for
this particular purpose. But if everyone is a volunteer, that
doesn't seem like a serious problem."

"It looks like we could do it by executive order without
requiring legislation," said the President.

"What about venereal disease?" said the eldest.

"You mean STIs? If we had tried this two years ago, it would have
been much more complicated. Condoms would have been necessary,
and condoms sometimes break. Thanks to the universal STI vaccine,
we have no need for condoms at all."

"I'm willing to give it a try," said the President.

"I just don't like it," repeated the eldest. "It's just not
right."

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Melinda was 12 years old, starting to develop sexually. She
looked OK, she thought. Not ugly, and not gorgeous. She had been
raised in a happy, suburban family. One younger brother. Parents
who worked, but a father with a flexible enough schedule that he
was around a lot. She had done well in school.

Then came the lottery, when she was 11. Her family asked if she
minded if they sign up. Chances were tiny she or anyone else in
their family would be chosen, but as for Uncle Dave and Uncle
Charles -- it would be great for them, everyone said. Only one
chance in a hundred she would be chosen. Winning would just mean
doing icky stuff with sex, but that's what grown-ups did anyway.
Big girls too, and she'd be a big girl soon enough anyway. But
the chances were tiny she would be chosen.

Then she was chosen. Her mother cried a little, and her dad
looked sad. But fair is fair, they all agreed.

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The buzzer sounded softly, and Melinda rose and opened the door.
She was dressed in a white dress and under it nothing but
underpants, the standard outfit for such a meeting.

The man who entered was not handsome. He had a few days' growth
of beard, but he did not smell. That much they always made sure
of. Guys had to be clean or they'd lose their appointments.

"Oh, oh!" he said, leading her to the bed. He removed his
T-shirt, shorts, and underpants, to reveal a penis that was
rapidly becoming erect.

"Mmm, mmm!" he said as he unzipped her white dress in back, and
let it down so she could step out of it. He knelt in front of
her, grabbed the hips of her white panties, and pulled them down
and off. "Very nice!" he murmured. He then pushed her gently to
encourage her to lie back on the bed, then he got on the bed,
kneeling.

The man was only doing what he had been promised, but Melinda was
used to a bit more interaction and appreciation, and most men did
so naturally. Now she was irritated, and said, "You know, you do
have to ask!"

"Oh... oh, yes... Can I do it to you? Or... can we do it?"

Melinda hesitated long enough to suggest that this was not
entirely pro forma. "Yes, you may."

The man got into position below her, gazing with lust between her
legs, then placed his penis tip right there between her legs,
centered, aiming into her body. That's where men always placed
it, Melinda noted with an inner smile. He pushed. Then he pushed
harder, and it pressed up into her body a little. His penis made
contact with the lubricant she had pre-applied, so all was
smooth. He thrust deeper on each successive stroke and was soon
in all the way, bumping pubic bones against hers on the outside.
It was fortunate that when men pushed their penises where they
wanted to push, her body was made to receive it gracefully, she
thought, with that same inner smile.

His expression was pure lust and desire as he pumped in and out.
When he had been in five minutes, as his thrusts became more
frantic, he reached climax with closed eyes, an intent expression
on his face, and an "Oooohhhhhh!" Moments later he smiled and
relaxed, thrusting lazily a few more seconds before pulling out.

"Oh, that was good!" he said, seemingly to the air as much as to
her.

He pulled on his clothing, and started for the door, then turned
and said, "You OK?"

Melinda nodded.

"Well, I do thank you kindly!" He opened the door. "I mean. I'm
not so good with words, but I like it a whole lot. That you let
me."

"You're welcome," said Melinda.

The man let himself out and closed the door.

Far from a hunk. Grumpy. Not so good with words. But filled with
as much lust as anyone else -- more, maybe. And ultimately,
appreciative enough.

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This was Melinda's job: letting men achieve sexual satisfaction.
They wanted to have sexual intercourse with her, and she let
them. They slid their penises into her vagina, thrust in and out,
and ejaculated inside of her. That's what sex was, between men or
women, or between big boys and big girls.

In her case, these men were ones who really wanted to have sex
with 12-year-old girls. Her breasts had barely started growing,
and the pubic hair she had was downy and sparse. Part of her
looked forward to becoming a woman, with full breasts and curves.
Another part of her wanted to be a little girl forever. But these
men liked her just the way she was -- halfway between.

As she was preparing for her role, dildos revealed she was nearly
big enough inside to take an adult penis, and the bit of extra
stretching was only a minor discomfort. She learned to apply
lubricant to herself inside. Women produced lubricant themselves,
and if men were patient and skilled then they didn't need
anything extra, but she wasn't fully mature and she certainly
couldn't count on the men being patient and skilled.

Part of the prep was learning to masturbate. She'd experimented a
bit before the lottery, but now she tried different things,
casting off glimmerings of shame. She found orgasms a very
pleasant and satisfying experience. This let her understand one
important aspect of what the men felt when they ejaculated.

At first she was just alone naked with "trainers", men who were
kind and understanding. ,Then one masturbated and came on his
stomach, then another knelt above her, close to the configuration
of intercourse, but his penis did not enter her. He came on her
stomach. And then she was ready for the real thing. A handsome
man penetrated her vagina with his penis. It didn't hurt, and he
was kind and solicitous every step of the way. Before long he
finished up. He ejaculated inside her, though she didn't detect
it. He asked her how she felt. And in every obvious respect she
felt fine. She took it from a few more training men. And although
she felt OK, she soon realized that this wasn't just something
arbitrary like, say, someone sucking her finger or giving her a
back rub. Her vagina was a special place. She had feelings about
men sticking their penises into it, and kind of had to convince
herself that it was OK. The nicer and more handsome the man was,
the more it was OK.

Then she started to do her job in earnest, not with experienced
men who were trainers, but ordinary men. That's when she sensed
the other side of it. These men were incredibly excited to get it
into her, and felt incredible satisfaction, and most of them made
it clear how thankful they were. She worked just a few hours,
five days a week. Six men was the usual. Most men were
respectful, some were apologetic. Guys like the one who had just
finished doing it to her were about as bad as it got, and that
wasn't bad. She did have a panic button, but doubted she would
ever have to use it.

People always suggested she look for positive aspects to the
experience, which was also common sense. She definitely felt some
sexual pleasure as the penis rowed in and out of her. It was no
accident that the motion tugged at the tissues on girls that give
sexual pleasure. When a guy went on for ten minutes it became
unmistakable. But the main thing was how much it meant to the men
-- this was something they wanted so much, and something that
left them feeling satisfied. What they appreciated certainly
wasn't just the feeling of orgasm. She knew that men regularly
masturbated too, and had the same good feeling of orgasm as they
did inside of her. It was her body -- her 12-year-old body, and
the fact that their penises were up inside of her, and that they
were ejaculating there -- that's what it made it so special to
them. She was the key thing for them -- her body and her self.
They were completely satisfied when they were done.

She had been warned that girls and women were not really wired to
enjoy the idea of having sex with different men, over and over
again, and she found this true. It came to her strongly in the
first day or two, but then faded. From time to time she felt a
glimmer of it again, but it happened less and less often and was
milder each time. She recognized that she was performing a
valuable service. Suppose one man had sex once with one girl who
didn't really want it, secretly, by coercion. Then his pleasure
was to be balanced against her uneasiness -- which was often real
distress. That was a poor trade-off. But for Melinda, there was
uneasiness in one single person, balanced against the the immense
satisfaction of dozens upon dozens of men. It fit the ideal of
the greatest good for the greatest number.

And the sex did give her some sexual feelings. Pretty often she
was tingly enough at the end of the day that she eagerly
masturbated to orgasm and left feeling fully satisfied herself --
in that way.

Her mother said Uncle Dave and Uncle Charles had benefited
greatly from the lottery, though she didn't say exactly what sort
of partners they had, and Melinda didn't feel any need to be
nosy.

From the start of her training, people had pointed out that the
men who were attracted to girls like her covered a broad
spectrum. Some would happily do her without any hint of qualms or
regret. At the other end, some would never even consider visiting
her. In the middle were a lot of men with mixed feelings. Since
on balance she really did feel OK about letting a man have sex
with her, it was good to put him at ease and let him know she was
OK with it. The greatest ambivalence was found among kinder and
more considerate men -- and the trainers suggested that some
girls might think those were the men who were the most deserving
of satisfaction. She definitely agreed with that.

She wasn't in a position to go out actively recruiting for men
who would never sign up, but when a man came to see her who was
profoundly ambivalent, she could do her best to make him feel
good about what he was doing, and largely cast off his guilt. The
trainers pointed out that among those sensitive men, some would
write about their experience, and if they had good things to say,
more men who were on the fence would give it a try.

Her body did most of her job for her. All she had to do was lie
back and smile, and men would be satisfied. But she liked to
confront challenges in life and overcome them, and it applied
here as much as to anything else she did. And the biggest
challenge was helping men overcome their ambivalence. She was
given a write-up and video of each man who was on her docket, so
she would have some idea what to expect. Her next guy might be a
challenge.

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Jacob entered the designated room. He was nervous. The idea was
that he was going to be allowed to have sex with a 12-year-old
girl. He'd seen Melinda's picture, and she was very attractive.
But that wasn't surprising; he found most 12-year-olds
attractive. But he would certainly never would have visited a
prostitute, because he didn't want to exploit anyone. And aside
from ethical considerations, seeing a prostitute Melinda's age
was illegal and could easily result in a long prison sentence.

Then they had made this lottery. Today there was no legal danger.
As for ethics, he could turn around and leave at any point if it
didn't feel right. He thought he very well might end up doing
that.

Opening the door, he saw Melinda sitting on the bed. She wore a
simple white dress, and nothing else he could see -- no socks and
shoes. She wore no make-up, and her long blond hair was in a pony
tail.

Following the standard recommendation, Jacob had stripped down to
T-shirt, briefs, and a pair of shorts before entering.

He just stood there, unsure what to say or do.

"Hello!" said Melinda with a genuine smile. "You're here because
in your fantasies, at least, you're attracted to me -- even
though I'm not yet an adult. Is that right?"

Jacob nodded.

When he didn't say anything, she continued. "You know kind of why
I'm here, right? I was chosen by lottery. My goal is to help men
achieve sexual satisfaction."

"What about you? Do you want to be here with me?"

Melinda nodded and hesitated. "You didn't get assigned to me
because I found you especially attractive, or would want to be
your girlfriend or anything. But I do like the idea of making you
happy."

That seemed about right to Jacob. She didn't have a painted face
or a fake smile, and surely an opening line with a john was not
that she didn't find him terribly sexy. She was also one sharp
cookie, the way she talked about these things.

"But... You were chosen by lottery. And if you don't find me
especially attractive..."

"There's this idea out in the world about when two people should
have sex, and it's a pretty good one. They should only have sex
if that's the thing they both really, really want to do more than
anything else right then. I bet that's what you think --
something like that?"

Jacob nodded. His inclination to leave was much reduced as she
just sat there talking to him instead of trying to paw him over
and kindle his lust. He stood uneasily, shifting from foot to
foot.

"Sex is not as earnest and serious as you make it out to be. You
have never been married, but they say lots of times wives do it
with their husbands even if it's not really their favorite thing
right then, and it goes the other way too sometimes -- men who
have sex with their wives when it's not really what they would
choose to be doing then."

"But they choose to get married, and you are too young to get
married, or to even decide about sex for yourself."

"Of course I'm not thinking about getting married, but as for
decisions -- that's where the lottery comes in. Maybe I'll look
back on this period of life and feel terrible about it, but I'm
just the one girl who won the lottery, and the other 99 won't
have that problem. But I can tell you that right now, from day to
day, I don't mind so much. Sex with me would be a new thing for
you, but sex with a man like you is not at all new for me... And
I especially don't mind doing it with a man who obviously cares
so much about how I feel and what's good for me."

What she said made sense. It was good she did understand that he
cared for her welfare.

Melinda stood up and walked over to Jacob and put her arms around
his waist. "And I don't mind... Honest. I would like to make you
happy."

Melinda was not touching John's front, which he thought was just
as well, because his penis was rapidly filling with blood and he
wasn't sure he wanted Melinda to know that.

"But --", said Jacob. This girl somehow made him feel safe saying
things he would rarely say. "People say it's sick for me to be
attracted to a girl your age. I'm -- I'm ashamed of it."

Melinda gave Jacob a peck on the cheek. "People are attracted to
whatever they're attracted to, and they don't have any choice
about it. Like some guys are gay..." She paused, thinking. "Do
you think it's natural for a man to see an adult woman, even if
he doesn't know her, and think he'd like to have sex with her?"

"Well, sure..." said Jacob.

"I'm not quite grown, but you have the same desire, just for
someone a bit younger."

It still didn't feel right. And maybe not just right but
completely wrong!

"Can I touch the front of your shorts?" When Jacob didn't answer,
she said, "Well, let me know if you mind."

And he felt it then, the gentlest pressure on his shorts. Of
course she could immediately tell he had an erection. It wasn't
pointing straight up because it was held down by his briefs, but
it was obviously stiff and it made a bulge. She gave him a
friendly smile.

"This is... this is obscene!" said Jacob, drawing back and
turning away.

"I didn't think it's obscene. It's natural... Show me your
erection -- unless you'd like to see more of my body instead...
or both!" She took him by the shoulders and twisted, encouraging
him to face her again. He did not resist. "I'll show you mine if
you show me yours!" Melinda made this reference to the child's
common sexual exploration with a winning smile. Jacob felt
confused.

"Tell you what, I'll pull your shorts down, and you tell me if
you object."

He felt the girl working the waist of his shorts down, and
working the shorts over the bulge, and then down to his feet. He
stepped out of them. She returned to the briefs, and pulled them
down and his erection sprang free. He winced inwardly to think of
this young girl seeing his erect penis, and knowing she was the
cause of it. Melinda didn't look shocked.

"There, that's just what I expected, from a man when he's with a
partner he wants. So strong, so male!"

"But you're just a little girl!" croaked Jacob. As he looked
closely at her face, trying to figure out what she really felt,
he saw her start to roll her eyes and then suppress it.

"Oh, Jacob..." she said. "I'm not a little girl. I'm nearly a
woman. I get feelings down there between my legs, and I know men
get the same kind of feelings, only much stronger. You want to
slide that into my body, right?" Jacob hesitated. "Deep down,
it's what you want to do, right?"

"It would be... violating you," he whispered. "I mean, not just
near your privates, but inside them?"

Melinda shook her head and looked at Jacob. He knew she saw a
face tormented with doubt.

"Let me explain some things," said Melinda. She stood in front of
him, arms lightly on his shoulders, looking at him earnestly.
"People make babies. They've been doing it forever. And there's
only one way we humans make babies. A man sticks his penis up
into a woman's vagina and ejaculates inside there, so his sperm
goes up to start the baby. You know that, of course, right? So
women expect that to happen. And they want that to happen,
because they want to have babies. And even if they don't want to
make a baby at some particular moment, nature makes it so they
want it to happen anyway. They expect the man to stick it up
there; they want him to! Even if he's not the guy the woman wants
to do it with, or she doesn't want to do it right then, she still
wants him to have a big erection and *want* to stick it into her.
This violation business is just a load of crap... excuse my
language. Yes, a man is inserting part of his body into the
woman, but it's special, and it's actually necessary... we humans
would die out if men didn't look at women and get big fat
erections and feel like sticking them into women, OK?"

Jacob gave a weak smile, but he felt miserable. Of course he knew
every word she said was true, but somehow they didn't feel true.
Melinda reached forward to take Jacob's T-shirt off, tugging it
up from the stomach. Jacob wasn't embarrassed about showing his
chest, so he just took it off himself so he was standing naked.

"Do you want to take my dress off, or should I do it?"

Jacob reached forward and hesitated, then said, "You do it."

Melinda worked the cloth this way and that in leisurely fashion,
and it came off over her head.

She was wearing white panties, but nothing above. And her breasts
-- they were definitely starting to form. The nipples stuck out a
bit, and there were definite bulges there.

Jacob's eyes were riveted to them.

"Yeah, they're not all there yet, and I get embarrassed about
that sometimes... But I'm pretty sure you like breasts like that,
ones that aren't full grown. Is that right?"

"Yeah, that's for sure..." said Jacob.

"Phew," said Melinda. "I hoped they didn't sent you to the wrong
girl by accident." He kind of got she was making a joke, and
tried to smile a little. A few seconds passed. "You can touch
them if you like," she said.

Jacob reached out with his right hand and cupped her left breast
gently, almost reverently.

"You can suck it too. Lots of men want to, and I don't mind...
I'm grown up enough it feels pretty good for me too."

Jacob shook his head and drew his hand back.

Melinda sighed and smiled, and looked at him as if she was
contemplating what to do next. "OK, let's try this." She then
moved over to the bed, stepped out of her panties, and lay back
on the bed, with legs spread wide.

This was no longer a matter of fancy words. She was inviting him
to have sex with her. Jacob was tormented with indecision, but he
felt his cock twitch.

"You can touch me just about anywhere if you want, but since
you're so hesitant about that... there's the place." She pointed.
"Climb up on me and slide it in. It's what you really want to do,
deep down, right?"

Jacob walked tentatively towards the bed. Melinda smiled, then
reached up, grabbed his arm, and pulled. He had to either push
back away from her, or fall forward onto the bed. He let himself
land on the bed, on hands and knees.

"I like the look of your penis," said Melinda. "And I'd like you
to move right up there so it's right in front of my vagina."

Jacob did as asked. Beneath his fear and caution was a powerful
beast that wanted this more than anything in the world. He had
been dimly aware of it, but now it surged up within him.

"But... you don't really want to," he said. "You're just doing it
for me. You said you don't find me attractive."

Melinda smiled. "Maybe I didn't before when we were all dressed,
but I do now. Now I see it and see you and feel you, I want it
inside me! I really do! And -- to be honest -- I'd be kind of
offended if you didn't want to when I'm all laid out and ready
for the taking."

Jacob saw her hold her lips apart -- her vaginal lips! And then
time seemed to slow down. He pressed forward with his penis, and
felt it touch warm and wet. Was he actually going to do this? He
pushed forward and felt the knob of his penis against flesh. He
pushed again and again, gently, but it stayed outside.

"You can use a lot more force than that," said Melinda with a
smile. "I want it inside... Go ahead!"

Jacob pushed harder, and then a little harder, and then his tip
was suddenly inside, and the sensations were amazing... the tight
hotness, the velvety texture. "Oh!" he gasped, and held still.

"Push it in more," said Melinda.

He pushed another little bit -- the sensations were so fantastic
he couldn't really tell how much.

"Push it in until it doesn't go any more."

Jacob pushed, and amazingly it went farther into this heaven, and
he pulled back and pushed in a bit harder, and it went deeper,
over and over again. He began feeling his pubic bone pushing
against her on the outside a little, and then it pressed harder
with a deeper thrust, and then his penis was in as far as it
went. He paused, frozen in pleasure.

"Now you push it in and out, back and forth -- that's the natural
thing," said Melinda.

Jacob knew that, of course. He did, and it felt fantastic. It
felt just right! He could also feel that feeling coming, the one
where he would finish. But he knew what that would do to his
partner. His penis was inside a girl... she had been so kind as
to let him in, but as for the next part... "If I keep going, it's
going to make an awful mess," he said apologetically.

"That's the natural thing. That would be great! A woman wants a
big goopy mess up in there, and I do too!" She smiled at him, and
it looked sincere, and in any case he'd either have to pull out
in a hurry, or... "Go for it, whatever feels best!" she
whispered, with a sort of conspiratorial smile.

He remembered how she had said she would even be kind of offended
if he didn't want to penetrate her, and figured by the same token
she might be be offended if he didn't finish. His body wanted him
to go harder and faster, and he did, but still attuned to her
every reaction, willing to stop if she grimaced or winced. But
she didn't. And then the ecstasy began spreading from his loins
out to every part of his body, and then as he felt the most
amazing joy, his penis started twitching, shooting gobs of sperm
up into Melinda. Ecstasy -- satisfaction beyond anything he had
ever felt. As he kept thrusting away, the urgency faded to mere
pleasure, and his penis stopped twitching...

And then he was aware that he was on top of a 12-year-old -- only
12 years old! -- with his penis stuck obscenely up into her
vagina. This was wrong... he knew it was wrong.

"It looked like that felt really good!" said Melinda with a big
smile. "I'm so glad!"

"Thanks, but... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... I know you let
me, but..." He withdrew and got up, then bent over to retrieve
his clothing.

Melinda sighed, then leapt up and grabbed him around the waist.
"Oh, no you don't! I've had guys like you before, and well, I
can't let you leave!"

"What, are you kidnapping me?" said Jacob. He wasn't literally
worried about that, as with his adult strength he could surely
shove her away and make his exit.

"No, no." said Melinda. "I'll just fight with you about it. Argue
about it." She stuck her tongue out at him. "It's just it works
out best, with guys like you. Trust me." When he didn't answer or
move, she said softly, "You just had sex with a girl, isn't it
polite to stay and talk a little, at least?"

It was true, he knew. Staying around with your mate after you
were done was the more polite thing to do. At least with ordinary
sex.

Melinda nudged him this way and that until he was lying flat on
his back on the bed. She lay beside him, facing him, head propped
up on one elbow. He instinctively brought his hands forward to
cover his penis and testicles.

"Oh, I want to see!" said Melinda plaintively, and pulled his
hands away.

"Look at that," she said. "So nice, shrinking down just like it's
supposed to, slick because it's been inside me, where things are
wet... and you made them wetter!" she added with a grin.

Jacob groaned and closed his eyes.

"You think what you did was wrong, is that it?"

Jacob nodded.

Melinda said, "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury... I will now
interrogate the accused, Jacob... Jacob, did the state make clear
that it was legal for you to approach Melinda intimately?" Jacob
nodded. "Did Melinda indicate she willing for you to approach her
intimately?" Jacob nodded. "Did she specifically invite you to
insert your penis into her vagina?" He nodded. This was so silly
he couldn't help smiling a bit. "Did she urge you to thrust your
penis back and forth? Did she make it clear in answer to your
question that she would welcome an ejaculation inside her vagina?
Yes?" Jacob nodded. It was so obviously true, at one level, and
at another all of this 'OK' business was not what he felt inside.
"Did she give any indication that she regrets what happened?"
Jacob shook his head. "Ladies and gentlemen, can you think of any
reason why Jacob should feel guilty?"

He turned to face her and slowly reached out a hand to brush her
cheek. "You're too young!" he said.

"Aha!" said Melinda. "As we noted in our opening arguments, Jacob
has somewhat unusual sexual tastes. That fact has been
established. Jacob, did you choose to have these unusual tastes?"
Jacob shook his head. "Are you sexually attracted to adult
women?" Jacob shook his head. "Or men?" He shook his head again
once more. "Do you think sexual satisfaction is a good thing?"

Jacob hesitated, then said, "with a freely consenting partner..."

"We have already established that the state believes Melinda is
able to consent. We have established that she offered her
consent. We have determined that she was not coerced into this by
economic necessity, or blackmail, or any other bad method."

"But... you might be hurt later... thinking about it."

Her voice lost its prosecutor tone and returned to normal.
"Whatever I think in the future, I will be recollecting sex with
a hundred men. Now, do you think I will feel more hurt as I
recollect one hundred and one as opposed to just one hundred?"
Jacob felt no need to reply. "Now, it's terrible for a man to be
sexually frustrated, especially for his whole life." Melinda
began to whisper. "Why not be one hundred and one? Any sort of
regret is way in my future. What I know right now is that I felt
great seeing you feel so happy." Melinda reached forward to hug
Jacob tightly. "I can tell -- I can see it and I can feel it. I
can tell how happy men are -- I can read it in their faces... I
could read it in your face..." She smiled, then reached down to
find Jacob's renewed erection.

"Sorry," he said.

"It's natural!" she sighed with a bit of exasperation. "You will
feel better if you're willing to do it again. Not just right now,
but later too."

A hundred and one, as opposed to just one hundred. What about one
hundred and two? She had already felt his man's body on top of
her, and in her, and peeing inside her -- that's what it would
seem like to a little girl, isn't it? But then... she wasn't that
little. And she'd done this before. Many times before... And...
thinking about it selfishly, he would really love to do it.

Melinda smiled, and tugged Jacob on top of her as she rolled onto
her back, and he felt her fingers guiding his cock. All he had to
do was push.

He pushed. His penis slid in, which was what he wanted so much
right then. It slid in more easily, and he pushed it in further,
and then even further, and began going in and out then.

"You don't mind?" he said while thrusting. Melinda shook her
head. "I know you've already answered, but... it helps me to hear
you say it over and over again -- does that make sense?"

"It makes a lot of sense," said Melinda.

"You don't mind if I admit I really like it.. Just the in and out
of your body, over and over?" She shook her head. "You don't mind
I don't love you or want to... I should say instead 'hope to' --
marry you?" Melinda shook her head. He paused his thrusting...
"What about you? Women deserve to feel good. So girls do too, of
course. How can I make it good for you?"

"Oh, that's so nice of you to ask!" she said. "I do actually like
the in and out part. It hits my sexy nerves somehow and it is
warm and pleasant and tingly. As for orgasms... I can get them
but it's tricky and takes time, and... I can masturbate before or
after a day's work. This is just for you. For you to have a
wonderful time!"

Jacob went back to thrusting, in and out. "You mind I just want
to do it?... I'd even want to do it if you didn't. Isn't that
awful of me? I mean, I wouldn't actually, but I'd want to."

Melinda smiled. "I'm not surprised. Don't be shocked by my
language, but... you want to fuck."

Despite her warning, Jacob was shocked. Such a word!

"You want to fuck your girl, just for the sake of fucking,
because it feels good and right. That's good! That's normal!
That's how people make babies. That's how men feel satisfied."
She raised her head to whisper in his ear, "Go ahead and fuck
me... Fuck and fuck and fuck!"

Jacob smiled a little, looking at her. It sunk in a little deeper
than it had before -- she was sincere. He said, "And I know it
now... I can push it in deep when I have an orgasm and fill your
vagina up with more sticky sperm..."

"That's right!" she said.

"Well, I will, but... I'm having so much fun fucking you, I want
to just keep doing it a while!"

"Go ahead!" said Melinda.

"You let me know when you've had enough?"

"Of course," said Melinda.

And he rowed in and out with his penis. Doing what he had dreamed
of doing for years. The minutes went by, as he fucked Melinda.
Twenty minutes, thirty minutes. Stiff penis surging in and out of
hot, wet, tight vagina. But as he looked, he saw narrow hips, not
big wide ones. Just a little pubic hair, not a big bush. The hint
of little breasts, not big mature ones. Oh, my!

Three quarters of an hour. A full hour. Ten more minutes. He kept
looking down at her from time to time, and she just looked back,
smiling. But then he could tell his erection might start getting
iffy, so he then fucked hard and harder, letting the excitement
build, and at last he shoved in hard, and said, "Oh, fuck!" as he
felt immense pleasure and his penis rhythmically contracted,
shooting more sperm up into Melinda.

He stayed inside her as he recovered his breath, enjoying the
feel of her under him, though he held up his own weight. Then
those same bad feelings came back -- he had just molested a
12-year-old girl, taken advantage of her -- not just molested her
by some inappropriate touch, but gone all the way -- molesting so
much that everyone would just call it rape instead of
molestation. Yeah, he had fucked her. For over an hour!

"Maybe I'm hard to teach, but... I just did it to you. Had sex
with you. Fucked you. And that's really all right?"

"Yes! It's really all right! And it's OK to feel mixed about it
too... that's natural."

His penis started getting soft, but still he stayed inside her.
Finally he rolled off onto his back, and she snuggled against
him.

"I'm glad you encouraged me to do it again. I feel a lot less...
ambivalent."

"Yeah, I could tell. That's great!"

He stood up. "So... Can I come back again some time?"

"Sure! It might be a month or something. And you can't take two
hours each time!" She stood too, facing him with arms on his
shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I thought..."

"I was happy to do it, since I hoped you'd feel less guilty about
it all. And it was fun for me, too. I've never done it that long
before! If you'd asked me before what I'd think if I was taking
it from a guy for an hour, I'd have said I'd get bored. I kind of
expected to tell you to finish up in a few minutes, but it never
happened... I just felt that little bit of excitement every time
you'd shove it in again... So when I thought of asking you to
finish up and to just let you keep doing it, I always felt better
about just letting you keep doing it. It was cool to learn that
about myself. But it did take up a lot of time!"

"Yeah, I can see that... Can I write to you?"

Melinda got sober and shook her head. "Well, you can, but they
screen my mail heavily. And you can't marry me either... though I
get why you might kind of want to... I get that feeling that I
might want to marry you too... But that wouldn't work. I may not
be too young for sex, but I *am* too young to marry anyone."

"Yeah," said Jacob.

Melinda nodded. "And they'll encourage you to try a bunch of
different girls. Whether they admit it or not, men like to have
lots of different girls."

Jacob's thoughts were on the girl in front of him. He got a
little lustful grin. "Could I suck your breasts now?"

"Um, OK, but you only have one minute. Ready, set..." She
laughed. Jacob bent down and sucked. Ten seconds on one little
breastlet, ten seconds on the other. Melinda gave a soft, "Mmmm!"

She let her arms fall away from him and he backed away. He took
another look. He could see her vaginal lips were swollen and a
bit reddish, and he pointed. "Looks like some leaked too." There
was streaking of wet on her inner right thigh.

"It happens, and that's fine too! Another natural part of sex..."

She casually put her dress back on. Her hand was on the doorknob,
ready to open it for him.

"I'm so thankful..."

She paused, then leaned over to pick up her panties. "Would you
like these?"

"Oh, I don't know..." he said.

"Lots of guys do... Panties are cheap, but somehow when a girl's
been wearing them men feel different." When he hesitated, she
said, "Oh, go ahead! You can throw them away if you want, of
course." and he reached out slowly and took them.

"I'll never forget you. You're amazing..." he said. "I bet you
hear that all the time."

"I do hear it a lot," she said. "But it's usually true. I can
tell you really meant it. And that's what makes me feel really
good about what I do!"

"Bye," he said.

"Bye." She ushered him out the door.

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For days, Jacob found his experience with Melinda coming back to
him, over and over. He masturbated at least once a day. It had
been fantastic, and each time he felt guilt, he also felt it fade
away. He took out her panties now and then and looked at them,
and sometimes sniffed. Panties sized for a 12-year-old girl, not
an adult woman. Then one day he put his penis on the crotch of
her panties just as he came, making a sticky little mess. He
cleaned it up as best he could, but if the panties had some semen
stains that was OK too.

There were a lot of guys and not that many girls. He'd have to
wait his turn. A guy who had never done it naturally had priority
over someone who'd done it once. And while he liked Melinda, he
looked at the pictures of the other girls too. Almost all of them
looked good. And when Amanda had a spot in her schedule... He
liked that idea a lot. Melinda was right, deep down men wanted
the excitement of different partners. He would dearly love to see
Melinda again. But now... he thought, as his hand rested on the
door to Amanda's room. Now... Amanda!

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Melinda didn't try to hide her status as a lottery victim from
her peers. Some ignored her, and others obviously felt awkward
around her. But she wasn't ashamed of what she did -- she was
proud. But not in a way that she wanted others to praise her for
it. She just felt proud inside herself. Some sensed that
contentment in her. A few said they were actually a bit envious.
One even volunteered!

After a year, Melinda's time as a 12-year-old lottery victim was
up. She was free!

After a month, she found she missed it. She had positive feelings
about the act of sex -- from the first lusty smile through to the
man's ecstatic release. But what she missed most was their
appreciation. Still, if she volunteered to participate as a
13-year-old, that would be a different statement and choice. The
program counselors said that they actively discouraged children
who had reached the end of their lottery term from continuing.

As a 13-year-old, she began to realize she was coming to desire
sex for its own sake -- to want it a lot. This confused her, and
she talked with her counselors. In her mind it mingled with
finding certain boys attractive and wanting to link sex with more
traditional relationships. This feeling came on gradually. She
was more open than most girls to simply going for sex with a cute
guy when she was feeling horny. This caused no distress, since
she had long before processed the feelings surrounding sex with
no commitment!

By the time she was 15, this desire for relationships became
clearer to her and she actually started having boyfriends. She
wanted one boy in an exclusive relationship -- to be his alone
and to have him be hers alone.

She didn't hide her past when dating either. A couple boys lost
interest when she told them about her year in the lottery
program, but she felt that was their problem, not hers. Other
boys were not deterred by that, and she had one boyfriend, and
then another, and then a third where things felt good and right.
That lasted a whole years, until she went to college, where she
had more dates and boyfriends. She was involved in the same
dating world as any of her peers.

When she thought back on her lottery year, she mostly felt proud.
She had been able to bring sexual satisfaction to a great many
men who would otherwise not have had any. It was not so different
from volunteering at a homeless shelter -- service to others.

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The lottery was an experimental program. Naturally the government
wanted to track what had happened. First, sexual assault was down
significantly throughout society.

They also followed up with the lottery girls and boys to see how
they fared over time. The answer was they did surprisingly well.

There were a number of positive factors at work, when comparing
the experience of a lottery child with an abuse victim. There
were no secrets to keep -- in fact, there were a variety of
counselors a girl or boy could discuss things with at any time.
There was no caregiver who had betrayed their trust.

Sometimes abuse victims were forced to do it with a great many
guys. In other cases, the children chose to keep accepting many
sexual partners since they had learned this was a way to get a
certain level of appreciation. Perhaps some kept doing it because
they liked it. These latter cases could lead to guilt since they
had had a significant role in choosing promiscuity.

Not so the lottery kids. They knew exactly why they had had some
many partners, and they knew it had not been their active choice.
If they were in any sense "sluts", the impetus came from a
lottery, not from them as people.

The lottery. It worked! The experimental program was turned into
a permanent one.

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