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More Pedo Files - 8
by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com)

***

After publishing The Pedo Files, a series where I asked 
men to give me real accounts of their encounters with 
young teen girls, I got hundreds of emails explaining 
that there were many more scenarios where a man could 
meet and have sex with young girls. I decided to also 
publish these stories. Part 8 is an account of how a 
self-proclaimed pedophile finds and seduces young girls. 
(Mf, ped, 1st, mast, oral, voy)

***

Part 8 - The Lurker 

My name is Walter and I'm happily single. I am forty-
years old. Unlike some of the accounts I have read on 
these Pedo Files, I always knew that I liked young 
girls. I don't mean real little girls. Even I think 
that's sick. I like girls who have reached puberty, you 
know, girls whose bodies biologically are ready to be 
fucked. Nature made them that way and who am I to deny 
nature. 

I find girls by hanging around in the same places that 
they do. Some might call me a lurker. I see myself as an 
opportunist. 

There are, in fact, many places young girls hang out. 
The top places include the playground, the mall, the 
school sporting event and the water park. These are 
great places for the little girl voyeur - that is one 
who likes merely looking at girls. I have found in all 
my years, one can almost never actually pick-up a girl 
at these places.

Accounts on the Pedo Files are pretty spot-on. These 
mostly show that in order to do more than just look at 
young girls, one has to be in a position to interact 
naturally with them. The teacher, the coach, the store 
owner, the stepfather and even the lifeguard all are in 
positions where it is normal to get to know the girls on 
a regular and personal basis.

Unfortunately I don't have a job or lifestyle that 
affords me any of these opportunities. But through trial 
and error, I did find the absolute best place to pick-up 
young girls for sex, which I will share here.

That place is the bus or train station. The bigger the 
city - the better. The warmer the climate – the better. 
Here one can almost always find some runaway girl or 
girl escaping to find a new life. Here one can usually 
find a young girl who is willing to either trade sex for 
money or is just grateful for your help.

I consider myself in the second category. I'm not 
talking now about being a pimp, I'm talking about being 
that person who helps a young girl when they need help 
most. And hey, if I get something in return, all the 
better!

I'm here to share my technique and tell the story of 
Melody, one of the youngest girls I "helped". 

***

The bus station in downtown San Francisco is where I 
have had a lot of my success. That city tends to attract 
a more free spirit type of girl. That is probably left 
over from the 60's.

I like to stake out the station in early evenings. It is 
when most of the travelers arrive hungry, tired, and 
needing a place to spend the night. 

I am an attractive looking man. I dress my age to appear 
fatherly. I think I look trustworthy and non-
threatening. I like to stand where the passengers arrive 
and act like I am there to meet somebody.

I check out any girls who are traveling alone, and try 
to determine if they are runaways or otherwise seeking a 
new start. With practice they are easy to spot. They 
almost always wear either denim jeans or cut-offs and 
faded tee shirts. They usually carry a backpack instead 
of a suitcase. And they always have an expression of 
confusion on their face, as if not knowing where to go 
or what to do next.

I approach them with some variation of the following 
dialog. 

"Pardon me, did you see a girl on the bus about your age 
with black hair?" I ask. "She's the daughter of a friend 
of mine. She went off to be on her own and my friend 
thought she might be headed here. I came by to give her 
some help - food, money, and maybe a place to stay." 

When they tell me that they did not see her on the bus, 
I turn my attention to them.

"You look new to this city," I continue. "Can I give you 
directions to where you are staying?"

This inevitably leads them to admit that they don't have 
a place to stay and they ask if I know off any. Then I 
use the strategy of listing the expensive hotels that 
are nearby and tell them the prices. When they admit 
they don't have enough money I tell them that I have an 
idea.

"I have an apartment nearby." I explain. "It has a spare 
bedroom. I got it ready for my friend's daughter. Since 
she's not here, you're more than welcome to use it along 
with her when she arrives." (Telling the girl that 
another will also arrive helps them feel safe.)

More often than not they accept the invitation, since I 
present myself as helpful and trustworthy. If they are 
reluctant, I explain that I work all day and that they 
would have the place to themselves most of the time. 
This usually convinces them.

Once they come with me, I take things very slow, never 
even hinting at anything inappropriate. After a few 
days, I inform them that my friend's daughter went 
elsewhere and they are welcome to stay as long as they 
want, all the time building trust.

I set-up my apartment to appeal to young girls. I stock 
the kitchen with junk food. The spare bedroom is 
appropriately decorated for teens and there are spare 
clothes in the closet, supposedly for the girl I was 
going to help. I have a family room with a large screen 
TV, video games, and a computer. I tell the girls they 
are welcome to everything here.

When they see I am single and willing to share my home, 
food and even help them find jobs, they inevitably have 
sex with me to show their gratitude. Now to be honest, 
usually this does not take a lot of convincing on my 
part. Most of these girls have been of high school age 
and probably sexually experienced before me. In time I 
would always help find the girls a job and help them 
move on and out. This process, though time consuming had 
been relatively easy.

Then I picked up a girl whose reaction I was not sure 
of…

***

Her name was Melody. Melody was the youngest girl I ever 
had come home with me. She was only thirteen–years old. 
I was not sure I should even become involved with a girl 
this young. Legality aside, I was not sure if it would 
even be wise to make sexual advances on a girl this 
young.

Like I said, Melody was thirteen-years old and in middle 
school. She was about five feet tall with short blond 
hair, almost boy cut. Her body was anything but boy-
like. Beneath her tee shirt I could tell she had nice A-
cup breasts, which didn't yet need the support of a bra.

The cut-offs she first wore clung tightly to her 
rounding butt while the denim dug into her crotch 
forming the slightest cameltoe. Her legs were long and 
smooth.

Yes, she was young, but she certainly got my attention.

As I drove her to my apartment, she told me her story. 
Melody, like many of the other girls, had run away from 
her home. Both of her parents were alcoholics and got 
very abusive when they were drunk. She had five younger 
siblings and her parents mainly used her as a babysitter 
and household slave. She refused to put up with it 
anymore. They gave her an ultimatum, which she refused 
so she ran away.

I was concerned that someone might be looking for her 
and worried about my culpability in sheltering a girl so 
young. Melody assured me not to worry since they 
essentially kicked her out. No one would come looking 
for her.

After only a few days, Melody became quite comfortable 
in my apartment. She enjoyed the video games, DVD's, and 
the computer. It seemed like for the first time in her 
life she didn't have the responsibly of caring to 
someone else's children or doing excessive chores.

She was really too young to find a job so I was okay 
with her just hanging around the apartment all day while 
I was at work. She helped by doing household chores, 
laundry and even cooking when she could.

Truthfully I liked having her around. She was a 
refreshing change from the drama and angst of some of 
the older girls. I hadn't had the opportunity to 
initiate sex with her yet, but made the most of the 
situation by enjoying the sight of her in her thirteen-
year old outfits. 

The clothing she wore was typically tweeny. I started 
shopping with her at the local mall. I helped her pick 
out outfits that made her look particularly sexy for her 
age. She liked to wear short/shorts and crop tops, which 
always accentuated the best features of her legs, butt, 
and small breasts. 

My favorites were the sundresses. I always made sure 
they were short and tight. These she mainly wore when we 
explored the city together – China Town, Fisherman's 
Warf, etc. She got lots of double takes from the men we 
passed as we walked side-by-side.

She started wearing the nightshirts I had left I the 
closet. They were cotton and very short. She was so 
comfortable around me; she would walk around in them 
before bed and when she first got up. I don't think she 
realized that I could see her white cotton panties 
beneath it as she lounged around. Melody was 
unconsciously teasing me with her looks. 

We only have one bathroom between, but not attached to 
the bedrooms. I looked forward to seeing her scamper by 
in just her towel on the way to and from the shower. I 
could hardly wait for the day I would inevitably see her 
naked.

My apartment had a pool on the roof. Since Melody didn't 
have a swimsuit, I told her I would pick one up for her 
after work.

I made sure to get one that was inappropriate for a 
thirteen-year old, yet totally appropriate to me. It was 
a red bikini with the skimpiest top and bottoms I could 
find.

When I showed it to her, as with most young girls, she 
loved it and immediately went to try it on. When she 
came out, my jaw almost dropped. Seeing that body, I 
realized how much I liked younger girls. I tried to find 
other ways to get to see her body in different outfits.

***

Luckily it was close to Halloween and there was a 
costume shop nearby. Being a fan of fantasy outfits, I 
took Melody there to pick one out for a party we were 
going to. Searching the racks, I went to the slutty girl 
section. I told Melody she needed to model them for me 
in order to pick out the right one.

First she came out as a French Maid in a short black 
dress, white apron and black net stockings. These made 
her legs look extra sexy yet I wanted a costume that 
embraced her youth. 

I thought Naughty School Girl costume would do the 
trick. When she appeared in a short plaid skirt, white 
blouse, knee socks and tennis shoes I could barely 
contain my enthusiasm. When she lifted the front, to 
show me the "little girl" cotton panties that came with 
them, I almost came right there. The costume, though 
sexy, was not quite right for this party. (I had the 
clerk wrap it up anyway for some future activity.)

Finally she came out in the Sexy Yoga Instructor 
costume. It consisted of a white Lycra leotard, 
legwarmers and a headband. The Lycra clung so tightly to 
her thirteen-year old body that every curve was 
accentuated. The nipples of her little breasts poked 
ever so delicately out the top. And the legwarmers 
highlighted her milky thighs.

There was really no decision. We immediately settled on 
the Sexy Yoga Instructor Costume. I was happy since 
leotards and little girls are always a winner in my 
book.

The next night we went to the party. Melody was in her 
leotard and I was dressed in workout shorts and a tee 
shirt. 

Now I have to go backwards and explain to you that my 
circle of friends include men who have the same 
"interests" as me, you know when it comes to taste in 
girls. This party was a gathering of these friends.

There were about ten of us, each there to show off the 
latest little girl we had managed to be with.

The girls were all young. They were wearing some of the 
same costumes Melody and me had seen at the shop. 

One little girl was dressed in a black cocktail dress 
and silk stockings. Her hair and face were made up to 
look like a twenty-year old. 

One of the thirteen-year olds looked really cute as a 
Playboy bunny. 

And there was a fifteen-year old dressed as Alice in 
Wonderland, in her little short dress, carrying a 
stuffed rabbit. The dress did little to hide the cotton 
panties beneath it. It was a real treat for everyone's 
eyes.

The party was fun, but the real fun came after the 
party…

***

When we got home, I offered Melody a drink as we sat on 
the couch in the living room. She was already relaxed 
from some drinks at the party as she sat around, 
completely comfortable in the white leotard.

I again couldn't keep my eyes off of her and seeing her 
like this, gave me an instant hard-on that poked out the 
bottom of my shorts. I think she noticed it but didn't 
say anything.

"Walter, wasn't it odd that all of those men were with 
much younger girls?" she asked.

"I don't know," I answered. "Is it odd that I'm with 
you?"

"Not really," she said. "It seems really natural with 
us. But it seemed like there was more going on with 
them."

"And would that be so wrong?" I asked.

"Well I guess not. In fact I see that you're thinking 
about me that way tonight," she said looking toward my 
crotch.

"And would that be so wrong?" I asked again.

"Well no," she answered. "I'm actually feeling the same. 
But you're so nice to me, I don't want you to think I'm 
some slut."

"Melody, I'd never think of you that way," I said going 
over and putting my arms around her. Pulling her close, 
my body pressed into hers. For the first time I could 
feel her breasts pressing into me though the thin 
material of the leotard.

I leaned over and placed my open mouth over hers. She in 
turn opened her lips and stuck in her tongue. Then I 
felt her hand on my lap. It was feeling the end of the 
eight-inch cock sticking out of my shorts. She was far 
more forward than I thought.

All of my patience had finally paid off.

Feeling her hand on my cock gave me permission to go for 
broke. I reached up and peeled the leotard down to her 
waist. Her two little A-cup breasts popped out. They 
were so much more forbidden than the other teenage 
breasts I had seen. Reaching over, I had to have a feel. 
My hand was able to cover the entire left mound as my 
palm rubbed her nipple. It quickly became erect. I then 
went and did the same to the other.

My mouth was dying to have a taste so I took the nipples 
between my lips, one after the other. They seemed to 
expand even more.

As I was doing this, Melody raised my tee shirt and 
pulled it over my head. We mashed our bare chests into 
each other. There was nothing quite like the feeling of 
those soft mounds against me.

As we embraced, I felt her hand continue to rub my cock. 
Wanting to give her better access I raised my hips and 
she pulled my shorts all the way off. Then she rose up 
so that I could do the same to her leotard.

Sitting side-by-side, with me naked and Melody in only 
her legwarmers, I reached between her legs and placed my 
hand on her pussy, rubbing my finger up and down her 
slit. She was already wet and I worked my way down to 
her even wetter pussy hole. Pushing my finger inside, I 
was immediately stopped by her hymen.

Not wanting to break it this way I moved my hand up to 
her clitoris. It was unusually large and fleshy for a 
girl her age. Using my index finger I massaged the 
bottom while rubbing circles around the top. I could 
tell she really liked this. She began trying to catch 
her breath under my open mouth surrounding hers.

After a while I felt her whole body shake in an orgasm. 
When she did her hand clenched tightly around my cock. I 
was happy for this stayed my ejaculation. I definitely 
wanted to cum somewhere else!

After her orgasm, she hugged me tight, seeming to not 
ever want to let me go. I had other ideas, pulled our 
bodies apart and laid her on the couch. Working my way 
down her body, I got my first close look at a thirteen-
year old pussy.

Like her breasts, it was unlike the older teenage 
pussies I was used to. Instead of being plushy, she had 
two thin outer lips surrounding a tiny slit. She had 
some pubic hair but it was so blond and short, it was 
like peach fuzz. Her clitoris was still engorged, making 
what I had in mind next, much easier.

Placing my mouth down there, I clamped my lips around 
the distended flesh. It was accessible enough that I 
could both suck and lick it at the same time. At one 
point I worked my way down the slit to her pussy hole 
where her juices were flowing freely. What I couldn't 
drink, I worked back up to her clit, which I moistened 
to a light glaze. 

It didn't take long until her body was shaking again, 
her pussy thrashing against my jaw.

I don't think Melody ever felt anything that intense in 
her life. But before she could quite comprehend what 
happened, I was up over her, with my penis resting on 
her pussy hole. 

Looking each other right in the eye, she gave me the 
unmistakable look of permission to proceed. Pushing 
forward I felt my cock entering her pussy and coming to 
rest on her hymen. I had several teenage virgins in the 
past and every one reacted differently.

I wondered how she would act. I rocked in and out 
slowly, pushing the membrane inward more which each 
thrust. I watched her face closely for signs of how she 
was feeling. All I could read on Melody's face was 
impatience. 

Before I could react, she reached around put her hands 
on my butt, and pulled me into her hard and deep. I felt 
myself bust through her hymen and saw the expression of 
satisfaction on her face. Melody was grinning big, like 
she had just been the one to get the best of me. I 
certainly didn't mind.

After resting inside to savor the feeling, I began to 
pump in and out slow and deep. The inside of her pussy 
was the tightest I ever had. It was also elastic and 
seemed to cling equally to both the shaft and my 
cockhead. 

It felt so amazing I wanted it to last, which was why I 
continued to fuck slowly.

Being so turned on, Melody, however, wanted it fast and 
hard. She rammed her pussy up onto my cock at an ever-
increasing pace. I continued to, try to keep it slow. 
Melody also wanted me deeper. She bent her knees and 
wrapped her legwarmer-covered thighs around my hips, 
pulling me as deep as I had ever been. I felt the inside 
of her vaginal canal squeezing my cockhead. 

Finally I gave in and started to pump fast and deep. As 
I did, I felt her insides expanding and contracting 
around my whole cock. When this happened I pumped even 
faster. As she came again, I felt myself shooting load 
upon load of hot cum deep into her pussy. (From 
observing her habits, I knew this was safe time of the 
mouth for her.)

Pulling out, I delighted in watching the cream pie flow 
out of her hairless pussy. Melody lay there with an even 
bigger smile on her face.

From that point on, we embarked on the next phase of our 
relationship. Melody moved into my bedroom. I arranged 
to have her go on the pill. We fucked constantly, and I 
taught her everything I knew about sex. 

The little thirteen-year old became quite the little 
sexpot. She stayed with me for almost a year.

***

One day on a whim she phoned home. She learned that her 
parents had gone through rehab and had gotten their life 
together. They really wanted her to come home and she 
agreed.

Saying goodbye at the bus station was hard.

"You should leave now," she said boarding the bus.

"That's okay, I'll just wait until the bus leaves," I 
said, with one eye on another thirteen-year old getting 
off the arriving bus. 

Once a pedophile, always a pedophile I guess…

More accounts to follow...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
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 system.
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