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The Hunter
by Your Ghost (address withheld)
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I began to make a plan, which meant I'd become
something new to myself, I'd crossed an imaginary line
and gone over to an area of human behavior I'd never
visited before. I had become a hunter in the world of
little girls. (Mg, ped, oral)
***
It's not easy being a pedophile.
Let me rephrase that: it's not easy being an adult
pedophile. When I was in my teens, especially when I
was thirteen and fourteen, it was pretty much a boy's
dream come true, because at that age you're so much
closer in both age and mindset to the little girls you
want to have sex with.
They have more in common with you than they do with the
adult men in their lives, they tend to trust you more
than those adult men (except, probably, their daddies),
and I suspect they see sex-play with you as a more
normal act than they would with an older boy or a man
(especially their daddies). And there was a good deal
of sexplay going on between me and some of the little
girls in my neighborhood.
Not that I was a Casanova or anything. I didn't turn
every girl on the block into a starry eyed sex slave,
although I must admit I had those ambitions. What I did
do was select five girls, at different times, ranging
in age from nine to twelve (one of them being my own
little sister Tabitha), who seemed curious and
compliant enough, and initiated them into the world of
sex. Those initiations never went beyond simple
fondling, French-kissing, sticking my finger in their
pussies and my cock in their mouths, and a few orgasm
producing hand-jobs.
Unfortunately, that was as far as I ever dared to go
with any of the girls I singled out. Like most
pedophiles, I was both a daredevil and a coward. By the
time I reached legal adulthood, though, I knew in my
heart that the only thing I really wanted out of this
life was to continue having sex with preteen girls.
Unfortunately, something remarkable and (in my
estimation) unpleasant occurs when you turn eighteen;
in addition to becoming a so-called adult and gaining
all the priveleges and responsibilities thereof, you
also lose a great deal of your freedoms, and you're
forced to view yourself differently. You can no longer
explore the sweet seductive regions of young girls'
bodies, no longer experiment and play and lose yourself
in the rush of a child's innocence as it wanes into
knowledge and experience.
Well, you can, but there are severe penalties if you're
caught. And in America, you're not only required by law
to behave yourself, but you're expected to see yourself
as an adult, to want to behave, to believe in your
heart that the things you loved as an adolescent now
disgust you. All with the subtle turning of an
arbitrary number. A difficult transition, especially
for those of us who prefer a less accepted path.
I turned eighteen in November 1978 and a month later I
got married. My wife and I moved into a small one
bedroom apartment in East Darlington, next to an
obnoxious old hag and her twelve year old daughter.
Tina was the little pixie's name, and though she was
only twelve she already had a good sized set of tits on
her. She was slim and pretty, with small green eyes and
long fine light brown hair that she usually tied in a
ponytail, sometimes even in pigtails. Naturally, I
wanted to fuck her from the moment I first saw her (to
hell with being an adult), but I didn't begin to think
seriously about it until January of '79, when my wife
told me she'd overheard Tina and a little friend of
hers named Ramona talking outside our kitchen window.
According to my wife (who had no reason to lie), Tina
had told Ramona that she'd recently lost her virginity
to an older guy. My wife said she figured Tina was just
fibbing, but I didn't give a shit; my cunt radar had
just zammed on and, more importantly, something
fundamental within me changed.
Because I was no longer the goofy teenaged kid who
pointed his dick at every female in sight (usually
involuntarily), and yet I wasn't that sadly legal adult
who resigned himself to hapless sex fantasies about
what he couldn't have anymore (and to pointless
masturbation exercises in the shower). I began to make
a plan, which meant I'd become something new to myself,
I'd crossed an imaginary line and gone over to an area
of human behavior I'd never visited before. I had
become a hunter in the world of little girls.
The plan was simple, and much safer to carry out in
those days than it is now in the hysterically paranoid
new century. All I would do was wait until I was alone
in the apartment and Tina was playing out front (which
she did a lot; she tended to rollerskate) and invite
her in for a soda. And molest her. I didn't have any
specific plan of what I was going to do with her, but I
knew I would do something. And my wife made it easy for
me by developing a habit of going grocery shopping
every Saturday morning and leaving me alone and
unmonitored for two hours or more. So, Saturday was the
day I planned for, and when it came a surprising and
coincidental thing happened which probably helped me to
reach my goal:
Being newly married and new to living in my own
apartment, I'd adopted the freedom of walking around
the house completely naked in the mornings, and it just
so happened (it really did) that on that particular
morning I'd gone unclothed into the kitchen to make a
cup of coffee and had forgotten that the blinds were
still open, and there was Tina right outside my window,
looking at me. I don't think she noticed that I saw her
too, because she wasn't looking at my face.
I've got to admit (why not?) that just knowing that
this pretty little twelve year old girl with the lovely
brown hair (tied into a ponytail today) and small green
eyes and sweetly round tits was looking at my cock gave
me a hardon, and once that happened Tina did notice
that the rest of me was there. She was obviously
surprised, but when our eyes met she didn't seem
embarrassed or look away. I stood there for a moment,
just returning her gaze, then casually went back to my
bedroom and fucked the hell out of my happily surprised
wife, who in those days was an insatiable nineteen year
old sexpot and not the spirit killing vampire she would
eventually become.
So the plan was set, with an unexpected variable thrown
in, and when my wife left for the grocery store I left
the front door open (I was wearing clothes by this
time) and waited in the living room, listening to music
on the stereo, sodas ready. It wasn't too long before
Tina came banging out of her door and rolling along the
walkway in front of my apartment. She was wearing a
pink t-shirt and blue jeans, all nicely snug, her hair
still tied back in a marvelous ponytail that bobbed and
bounced around as she skated.
I gave her about ten minutes to play, then went to the
door and asked her if she wanted a soda. I even offered
to give her an extra one for that bloated shit-bag she
called a mother, just to look like the friendly
neighborhood guy I really wasn't. Tina fell for it,
coming up to the door, then coming inside, the
proverbial fly wandering into the web, while I took a
little too long digging the sodas out of the fridge.
I spun the silk a little more by pouring her soda into
a glass, so she might feel obligated to stay. She did
decide to stay, but she didn't sit down, she just kind
of roller-stepped over to my stereo to see what was
playing (Elton John's Greatest Hits). I easily followed
her, asking her how old she was and acting surprised
when she said, "Twelve." I told her she looked older (a
magic word to preteen girls) and she smiled, nearly
blushing.
I can't really explain it now, but the look in her eyes
right then told me that my moment had arrived (of
course, in the back of my mind was the understanding
that she'd come into my house after viewing my early
morning hard-on and apparently hadn't been scared
away). I casually moved behind her, put my arms around
her, and started fondling her tits.
Just like that. She wasn't wearing a bra (what a
sweetheart) and I could feel her nipples in the palms
of my hands. I had an instant hard-on (who wouldn't)
and I pressed it against the small of her back. Tina,
though she had gone kind of motionless, never changed
her expression, calmly feigning interest in the music
on the stereo (Rocket Man was playing, which I thought
was very appropriate, since I had a rocket ready to
blast off in my pants).
As I fondled this lovely moppets firm little tits, I
was trying to think of a way to suggest sex without
simply saying, "You wanna fuck?" or wordlessly throwing
her on the floor and jumping on her. I couldn't think
of anything, though, and soon she had finished her soda
and handed me the empty glass. She thanked me (for the
soda) and told me she had to go now, but she made no
attempt to leave. She just kept standing there, so I
set the empty glass and my (unlike Tina) untouched soda
on the stereo, took one of her small hands in mine, and
said, "Let's go into my bedroom for a few minutes."
I half expected Tina to scream and run, blazing out the
door like Kid Flash, but she didn't even reply, just
kept staring at me with those beautiful emerald eyes,
so I started toward the bedroom with her in tow. At
first she tried to skate but almost immediately
discovered that this was impossible on a shag rug, and
awkwardly stepped and stumbled into the hallway and
through my bedroom door. I helped her along, of course
(always be helpful and courteous to the little girls
you molest), holding her by the elbow, not wanting my
sweet young treasure lost to injury. At that moment I
would have protected her from wolverines.
Once inside the bedroom I shut the door and led her
over to the end of the bed. I stopped there, turned her
around to face me, took her darling face in my hands
and kissed her. I pushed my tongue against her lips and
she automatically opened her mouth. When I slipped my
tongue in she started sucking on it like it was a
slithery four inch cock. I was reminded of the tale
she'd told her friend (Romana; another hot little
number I wouldn't mind corrupting the hell out of), and
now had serious reason to believe it might be true.
My hard-on, which hadn't gone away, suddenly seemed to
get even harder and was threatening to rip a hole in my
jeans. I embraced her and gently guided her down onto
the bed. Tina didn't resist, but she didn't do anything
to encourage me, either, even kept her legs together.
But I didn't let that stop me. I continued to kiss her,
fucking her mouth with my tongue while I slipped a hand
between us and up under her t-shirt.
I found one of her soft naked tits and fondled her,
squeezing gently and playing with her hardening nipple.
After several glorious minutes of this I asked her if
she wanted to take her clothes off. Tina paused a
moment before answering.
"Okay," she said, the nervous fear obvious in her
voice.
"Don't worry," I told her. "You don't have to do
anything you don't want to do. Okay?"
"Okay."
Tina's nervousness was making me think that I'd
probably be lucky just to get her clothes off of her. I
was young then, relatively inexperienced, and believed
that all or nothing was the only philosophy that didn't
miss the point.
The possibility that I wasn't going to get laid even
though I wanted to was disappointing, but at the same
time I wasn't prepared to commit forcible rape. If all
she wanted was to play doctor, then doctor it was. I
got off the bed and knelt by her feet, untied the laces
on her skates, and pulled them off. Then her socks. Her
feet were small and sweet. I wanted to kiss them, suck
on her little toes, rub my cock on them. And I didn't
even have a foot fetish. Now that's what I'd call a
Pedophile.
I stood up and took Tina's hand, brought her to her
feet so that she was standing in front of me, then
pulled her t-shirt up. A bit of an awkward moment,
because Tina thought I was trying to take her shirt all
the way off and stuck her arms up over her head. I
appreciated her willingness to comply (such a
thoughtful little girl) but I wasn't yet in that much
of a hurry; I wanted to enjoy all the small luxuries of
my reportedly diabolical inclinations.
I brought her arms back down to her sides, then took
gentle hold of her tits. Soft and perfectly round, pale
and innocent, the most beautiful tits I'd ever seen. My
fingertips moved slowly over them, delighting in the
contours of her smooth pure skin. So tender and fresh,
so young. Tina watched my hands with a curious eye, her
breath quickened minutely. I squeezed her tits, bent
and kissed each of them, then hugged her to me so I
could feel them pressing against my chest. I stroked
her light brown ponytail, wondering if it was possible
to fall in love with a child.
"Is this all we're gonna do?" Tina mumbled into my
chest.
Fuck no.
Momentarily romantic feelings aside, I had no illusions
about what might be motivating my little friend; I
seriously doubted that she was all wet in her pants and
eager to get rammed by my big dick, but at the same
time she was going well beyond mere compliance. She
might have been curious, but most likely she just
wanted to get the nasty stuff over with so she could
resume her roller-skating preteen life. I honestly
didn't care. As long as she was cooperating I was a
very happy man.
I let go of her and motioned for her to raise her arms.
This time I did take her shirt off, then deftly opened
the fly of her jeans and pulled them down her legs. She
rested a hand on my shoulder to steady herself while
she stepped out of the jeans, then repeated the
procedure when I pulled her panties down. She was now
nude before me and I knelt down in front of her.
I looked closely at her cunt, a luscious dark line
nestled behind a transparent veil of brownish blonde
hair. Her cunt lips were full and slightly pinkish, and
I could see that she'd told Ramona the truth. Her
cherry was history. This was a good sign. I touched
her, tracing my fingertips along that sweet crevice.
Her cunt hair was as soft as an angel's eyes.
"Okay," I whispered, "you can get on the bed now."
Tina did as she was told. I took off my shirt and
joined her. We lay facing each other, her small naked
body seeming even smaller and more exposed next to
mine. I put my arms around her and kissed her lips as I
caressed her, sliding my hands over every smooth soft
portion of her I could reach. I could only stand doing
this for so long, though, and finally guided her onto
her back.
I began with her lips, kissing her with reverent
tenderness, traveling over her face, past the curve of
her chin and down along her throat. I licked her
collarbone, then moved down to her round perfect tits.
Most women's tits tend to flatten out or roll to each
side when laying down, but Tina's didn't; they stayed
where they were, firm and proud in their youth, pink
nipples pointing toward heaven. Tina was quiet and
motionless, though her body tensed and her breathing
grew more urgent as I lingered, licking the smooth
curves of her tits, gently taking each nipple in turn
and sucking and nibbling.
I could have stayed right where I was all day, but I
knew I didn't have all day, or even two more hours. I
had to move along, so I began kissing her again, making
my patient way down her belly until I reached the
meager field of her cunt hair. I touched her slim milky
thighs and she parted them obediently. I moved down,
half my body hanging over the end of the bed, and
lowered my head between her legs.
I kissed her cunt, took a precious moment to breathe in
her sweet female scent, then licked her, slowly sliding
my tongue along the fold of her cunt lips. Tina took in
a short sharp breath. I licked and lapped at her,
teased the kernel of her clitoris until it got hard.
Tina's body had become thoroughly rigid by now, and
little moans of girlish pleasure were gliding against
the walls.
I glanced up and saw that she'd cupped her tits in her
hands, her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. I
continued licking and sucking on her cunt as I pushed
my own forefinger into her. She was surprisingly warm
and wet. I fucked her with my finger as I nibbled on
her clit, and she responded with little shivers of her
limbs, louder and more urgent moans, until finally,
arching her back and nearly yelping with release, she
came. I could feel her warm juices flowing inside of
her and withdrew my finger, stuck it in my mouth,
savoring her come like nectar.
I was tempted again to just spend the rest of the week
right where I was, but I felt the pressure of dwindling
time and reluctantly got up from the bed. I stood
facing Tina and unfastened my jeans, dropped them down
to my knees. My hard-on was aching, jabbing up toward
the ceiling. I looked at her, sprawled there on my bed
with her legs wide open and her little pink cunt
calling to me. Tina didn't move; she just looked back
at me, knowing what was on my mind. I could see in her
eyes that she wasn't entirely sure about what was going
to happen next but knowing she had no real choice in
the matter. A lovely little kitten, trapped.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked. "You don't
have to if you don't want to."
I had to give her the out; I might be a deflowerer of
little girls, but I wasn't a rapist. At least not in
the strictest sense of the word.
"I do," Tina said in a small voice. "But could you
maybe, you know, pull it out before? I don't want to
get pregnant."
"Sure, sweetheart, I can do that."
I finished taking off my jeans, hoping that I could
keep my promise; as it was, I wasn't sure I'd be able
to avoid going off as soon as I got it in her. That
would spoil both our days.
I crawled onto the bed and lay down next to her. I
wasted a few minutes kissing and stroking her young
body, trying to get her to relax (should have put booze
in that soda), then I moved on top of her. I felt
Tina's arms embrace me lightly as I nudged my cock
between the lips of her cunt. She closed her eyes and
tightened her hold on me a little, ready, I supposed,
for the same kind of pain she'd endured when some other
lucky bastard had popped her cherry. I talked softly to
her, telling her it was okay, I wasn't going to hurt
her, and I slipped my cock inside of her.
She was a bit of a tight fit, which was what I'd
expected, but I'd done a good job earlier and she was
nice and lubed up so that, aside from a soft snag here
and there, I slid in easily. Tina drew in a sharp
breath and dug her fingernails into my back but I
didn't care; I was actually fucking a twelve year old
girl and I wasn't twelve myself. I wasn't even a minor
anymore, I was a full grown man sliding my cock into a
relatively fresh young cunt. I was aware that what I
was doing was a felony, but at that moment it was worth
whatever ridiculous consequences I would have to face
later on.
Unfortunately, my exquisite crime spree didn't last
forever. I only managed around twenty-five strokes
before Tina, who had so far resembled a warm corpse
beneath me, tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Can
you stop now and pull it out? I'm sorry. I just really
don't wanna get pregnant."
'Keep fucking her anyway,' I told myself. 'Rape her if
you have to.'
But no, I couldn't do that. So with an incredible
amount of regret I pulled my cock out of her and got up
from the bed. My cock was slick with her vaginal juices
and I thought, 'Well, at least she seems to have
enjoyed it.' Tina was looking at my cock too.
"Sorry," she said again, and I imagined that she was
apologizing to herself as well as me.
I motioned for her to sit up and Tina obeyed. I took
her hand and guided her to the end of the bed so that
she was sitting directly in front of me, the tip of my
cock almost touching her nose. I asked her if she knew
how to give head.
"I've only done it once," she replied, her pretty green
eyes never leaving my face.
"Go ahead, then," I said. "Show me how you did it last
time."
Tina looked at my cock as if she'd just been presented
with an intimidating problem. She brought both hands up
and wrapped her slender fingers around me, glanced up
at me, then closed her eyes and kissed it. I thought
that was a very nice touch. Then she opened her mouth
and encircled the head with her lips. I could feel her
tongue slide tentatively underneath as she began to
stroke me. I took one of her tits in my hand and just
held it. With my other hand I grasped her ponytail and
caressed it, played with it, let it fall strand by
strand through my fingers as Tina worked on my cock.
She was artless and untrained, clumsy with her teeth,
but still it was one of the most wonderful and sensuous
things I'd ever experienced. I was overwhelmed with
pleasure and a profound sense of longing and love. This
gorgeous little girl was giving me the blowjob of my
life and I loved her so much for it that, were it
legal, I would have gladly dumped the girl I was
married to and married this one instead. Under other
circumstances I might have lasted as long as fifteen,
twenty minutes, but she was so young and so lovely and
so fabulously pony-tailed that I couldn't hold on even
for a minute.
Tina had just started to get a good rhythm going when I
came, pouring what felt to me like a gallon of semen
into her mouth. She continued to stroke me as my cock
pumped itself dry, her jaw closing around the head as
she swallowed, and then suddenly it was over.
Tina dropped her hands down to her sides and let my
cock fall out of her mouth. I let go of her ponytail
and wordlessly (I couldn't have said anything if I'd
tried) pulled my jeans back on and buttoned my fly.
Tina hopped off the bed and started getting dressed. I
helped her as much as I could, finally tying the laces
on her skates, then escorted her out to the living
room. We still hadn't spoken to each other.
Tina stopped near the stereo and took a drink from my
soda, swirled it around in her mouth, swallowed, then
took another drink. She set the soda down and graced me
with a shy smile. I smiled back, trying to show my
gratitide without grinning like an idiot or, even
worse, falling down at her feet and offering her my
eternal soul.
"That was fun," she said, sounding almost entirely
sincere.
"Yes, it was," I replied. "Maybe we can do this again
next week."
"Okay."
Tina kissed me quickly on the lips, then rolled and
wobbled her way to the door and freedom.
She never did return for any more Saturday sex-fests,
and as far as I know she never told anyone about what
we did. Looking back, I have to feel fortunate that she
never turned me in, but I also look at the fact there
have been several similar episodes with other young
girls since then and I have yet to spend even one day
in jail. I'm sure this is partly due to sheer luck, but
only partly.
I also seem to have a sixth sense about the world of
little girls, a hunter's nose if you will, some
subconscious radar that works along with my other
senses to detect just the kind of girl who will
(usually) go along with what I want and who won't tell.
Every pedophile knows what I'm talking about (most of
them, anyway), and will probably agree that it's rarely
the radar that betrays them, but flaws in thinking,
planning, or self-control that gets them locked up.
Frankly, I believe that most pedophiles who get caught
do so because they simply get too greedy, they want too
much too quickly and they get clumsy, like little Tina
trying to roller-skate on my shag rug. They get too
comfortable with the false sense of security this great
hobby of ours can instill in it practitioners, and they
go down. They forget that Mulder can happen to any one
of us at any time.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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