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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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