Prescription:
An Enthusiastic Fucking
by Sterling
Chapter 11 of 11
The New York Times,
"Lolita Will Never Be Cured"
On
the two-year anniversary of the Lolita Syndrome, a revolutionary sort
of argument that was made a mere eight months ago has now been accepted
by most scientists: No permanent treatment for the Lolita bug will ever
be found. They can prove it. Microbiological proof.
We've all
had this hope that we would find a cure, like we have for so many
infectious diseases. We were suffering through a war, a low point, a
Great Depression, and when we came through we would remember these as
the bad years when we struggled but eventually we triumphed.
We
will not succeed in returning the world to its previous configuration.
What now? We must adapt our thinking. We have no choice.
Where is Lolita on its two-year anniversary?
No
girls who get treated are dying of it. They never get the intense
digestive distress that they did in the early days. Girls are content
to have sex with a man or older boy once a month. There are enough men
and boys to service the girls, and they are content (and sometimes very
happy) in their role. There is increasing evidence that the girls will
not be seriously traumatized later in life.
On the whole, all is well. What do we see when we look more closely?
Girls react differently to the demands of Lolita.
A
small minority dislike the sex intensely. Some refuse preventive sex
and submit only during Lolita episodes. It is a disgusting treatment
that seems well suited to a disgusting illness, and they know they've
never had a single treatment that wasn't medically necessary. Others
put up with preventive sex every other month, disliking it intensely
but realizing they have no real choice.
The majority put up with
it and consider it no big deal. They may develop a friendship of sorts
with the man who treats them. Sometimes they do it a little more often
than medically necessary -- a way of making it a little warmer
emotionally that seems to appeal to both the girls and men.
Then
there is a large minority with a different reaction. They might enjoy
the sex a little bit in and of itself, but they definitely enjoy making
big boys and men happy. They seek out sex with multiple partners. And
then, if you have more than one asking for an opportunity for sex, why
not choose the one who takes you out for ice cream or buys you dolls or
clothes or that latest video game? They have crossed the line into
prostitution. But they need
sex to stay healthy, so why not adjust the quantity and circumstances
to their advantage? One consequence of Lolita is that boys are also
having sex at much younger ages -- the girls naturally enough seek out
sex with the boys they like.
Many parents try to control or
limit this behavior, but attitudes are getting more relaxed. One reason
is some recent research findings.
Women are biologically wired
to care very much who they have sex with. It is an evolutionary
adaptation with two strands. First, their genes will be paired with
those of their mate in the next generation, and the woman wants to have
them be the best genes she can get. Second, she wants a man to help
raise her children, so she wants a man who will stick around.
Basically, she wants to get married before she has sex. Being a slut or
a prostitute both go strongly against her instincts. Women do both
things, of course, but they come at a steep emotional price.
The
new research shows that this pickiness about sexual partners only
appears in a female's psyche as puberty starts. The young girls who
trade sex for favors or just to make lots of men happy will be free of
such consequences if they stop in time.
A girl never has a
Lolita attack after her first period. She will usually become immune to
attacks before that, but few people want to find out just when. She
goes from needing sex that she isn't biologically primed to desire to
desiring sex that she doesn't biologically need any more. It is
naturally difficult to get girls to stop having sex just when they
start wanting it. With reliable contraception freely available and no
STDs to worry about, few parents see any point.
One emotional
danger has to do with bonding: As girls approach puberty, they tend to
bond to their sex partner. Countless girls fell in love with the men
who were dutifully protecting their health.
If the goal is to
wean girls off sex, there is a procedure to follow. Whenever a girl
first shows any signs of physical development, her parents should find
a different treater for her each time. They should also choose men or
boys who she won't find very appealing or attractive.
But
weaning a girl off sex is often an unrealistic goal. A girl is free to
choose her own sex partners, and often a teenage boy or man will be
interested in a steady, ongoing relationship with her. Some of those
relationships work; we expect many girls will start having sex with
their future husbands at age 9 and live happily ever after. Others
don't work, and we are faced with the timeless anguish of teen love and
breakup, except that it begins much younger and is far more common. In
the old days, a lot of boys and girls actually did wait into their late
teens or beyond before they first had sex and unleashed the most
powerful forces of romantic love and attachment. Boys still have that
option if they want, but girls don't.
Another emerging
consequence is that it's notably harder for women to find husbands, and
even harder for young women to find boyfriends.
Among the
approximately one quarter of all men who are equally attracted to young
girls and women, there is a competition. The women mostly want men for
a serious exclusive relationship that has far more to it than sex. But
their competition is a bevy of cute little girls who happily spread
their legs to reveal their full-grown vaginas, demanding nothing but a
moment's respect and affection.
The more serious competition
comes from the girls as they enter puberty. Now their fresh bodies are
attractive to almost all men at a gut physical level. The girls are
already comfortable with sex. Suddenly their hormones turbocharge their
desire. Many of those who intensely disliked the sex before are now
very interested. Those who sought out multiple partners before now have
hormonal desire backing their inclinations. Some become sluts on a
prodigious scale, making the floor drop out of the market for
enthusiastic young teen vagina.
Women very often have to assume
that their husbands and boyfriends will also be having sex with girls.
Market forces have eroded many of the gains of feminism within a
relationship, as women compete to make men happy.
In one
respect, Angry Scientist achieved his goal completely: "Society's going
to get a pie in the face on the big lie of just how horrible and
monstrous it is for men to be attracted to young girls." When in the
old days people spoke of pedophiles lurking everywhere, they meant
perhaps roughly 2 of every 100 men. That was still plenty to justify
caution. But they never dreamed that every other man -- that is 1 in 2,
or 50% -- can have enthusiastic sex with a pre-pubescent girl.
Where
were they hiding? They knew full well that any sexual activity with
girls was illegal. They knew how society felt revulsion at the very
idea of their attractions. They knew the sex would be very bad for the
girls psychologically. They knew that the girls' bodies were not
configured to allow intercourse without serious physical trauma.
Most
of these men are also attracted to mature women. Even those who are
more strongly attracted to girls than women are attracted enough to
women to develop a satisfying relationship.
A small minority of
men is attracted only to pre-pubescent girls, though it still dwarfs
the number of child abusers from the old days. How could this be? For
some, fear of being caught deterred them. But for most, they couldn't
fulfill their sexual desire except through rape, and like most of us,
they would never rape the objects of their affection. They knew they
were destined to spend their lives without the kind of love or sex they
craved, and they accepted it silently.
It
was Saturday morning, and Jon woke happily to the smell of coffee and
bacon wafting from the kitchen. In short order, Alison appeared to
serve it in her negligee. She had lost several pounds, coming closer to
the shape of the girl he had married.
He slept naked below the
waist, and she now began gently caressing his balls and cock. As he
grew hard, she began a gentle tongue motion, providing him with slow
pleasure, but not so much as to distract him from the Belgian waffles
with fresh strawberries or from the web article he was reading.
He
wondered just which way he'd like her this morning. Often he'd let her
ride him. She always got herself very hot with the Hitachi before she
even served him his breakfast, so she never took more than five
minutes. But today he figured it would be just for him. When she had
cleared the dishes away he pointed to the floor and she knew to assume
doggy position there. He was especially horny and let his urges go. He
rammed her upper cunt deep, and he came in 20 seconds. She could finish
herself off later with the Hitachi if she felt like it.
This
arrangement was part of the deal he had with Alison. Betsy's mother was
as crazy as ever, and her custody always seemed to be provisional.
Betsy's hormones had started surging, and the possibility she clamored
for constantly was to move in with Jon as his concubine. Jon knew the
fantasy would never work as reality, but Alison apparently didn't, and
he saw no need to convince her. It motivated her to keep him happy, and
she was doing a good job of it.
Structuring their sex life more
to Jon's liking had benefits for Alison too. He accompanied her to a
cultural event of her choice at least once a month, usually a concert.
With the right attitude, he didn't really mind. Some of them were
interesting. He also mowed the lawn twice a week throughout the summer,
which he thought was dumb. But he did it for her.
He still got
his magnificent blow jobs from little Michelle, whose girlish cunt
could not receive him, and he still gave Lisette her monthly zesty,
enthusiastic fuckings. She was actually the start of his
specialization: Four year olds. He was plenty attracted to the littlest
sufferers of the Lolita Syndrome. He had 19 of them on his caseload at
last count.
He had tried doing some of the girls for money: as a
reliable fucker of preschoolers his services were in demand. But
somehow it wasn't as much fun when he was getting paid. He had cut back
to half-time at his job so he'd have more time for his girls -- Alison
earned plenty, as he saw it. She had seemed a little disappointed when
he had cut back.
Jon also had sex with Rhonda, a lovely
26-year-old at his office. He didn't discuss the details of his
preschool lovers with Alison, so he saw no need to mention one more. He
would never leave Alison for her, but he did enjoy her company when
they went out a couple times a week. Rhonda said she knew it could
never be more than an affair, but he had a hunch she was hoping for
more. Polyamory had been enjoying an upsurge in popularity, which these
days always meant a man with more than one woman, never the other way
around. Men had more opportunities, and some women reluctantly
concluded that sharing a man was better than being single. He wondered
if he and Alison and Rhonda might be headed that way.
The Lolita
Syndrome was a terrible thing, but he reflected that he was a happier
man. Before, he was limited to cramped, routine sex with Alison a few
times a year. Now he had sex twice a day on average, with Alison,
Rhonda, Betsy, or one of his charming preschoolers. Was he a pedophile?
He didn't really care any more. A new view was emerging that recognized
that men had attractions of varying strengths to females of different
ages; each man had his own graph. His ranged from girls just out of
diapers right up through women in their 80s. His attraction for the
very young ones was rather unusual, while his attraction to the
10-year-olds was nothing remarkable.
Three new 4-year-olds
showed up in his email. His Yelp ratings were excellent, so he had far
more offers than he could accept. It was easy to reject two of the new
ones, but the third was very sweet and cute. She had a vibrant smile
and did a charming dance on her video. It was no surprise when the
dance ended with her pulling her panties down in a tease, then
spreading her legs wide, spreading her labia, and pointing right at her
pussy hole with a gleam in her eyes.
His cock surged to hardness
as he watched. Yes, he would take her on to protect her from the dread
disease. He would be very happy to take her.