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Subject: {ASSM} ASSM "Centerville" (Mg, Cons, Rom, Pedo)
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ASSM "Centerville" (Mg, Cons, Rom, Pedo)

   By Simple Man



   [I had heard subtle references to this small town, but they were little
more than rumor and the mere mention of it silenced the speaker as if all
knowledge were secret.  Bits and pieces were all I could get but upon
assembling them they told of a place in central Iowa, a haven for
pedophiles with a bevy of very little girls sexually conditioned to provide
an adult male with everything a man could desire.  SM]



   CENTERVILLE

   By Simple Man



   CHAPTER 1

   Being an investigative reporter for Black Star has its perks, access to
anywhere on earth, top notch credentials and the top news stories carried
around the world.  Human interest was my game and I have uncovered some
really good stories over time, enough so that I was given this story to
research.  When words are spoken, none bring more terror into the
listener's eyes than the word Pedophile.  A word that conjures up thoughts
of disgusting men raping and molesting little girls or boys.  Actually that
fear rightly belongs to the child molester and not the pedophile because by
definition, a pedophile loves children in the way most of us love adults
and for whatever reason exists are drawn to a child instead of an adult. 
Perhaps it is the inability to deal with love in an adult world that drives
them to the simple world of the child, as far as I know, no one is certain.

   They come from all walks of life; all countries and all faiths, much
more closet bound than the Gays ever were, for after all they were
consenting adults.  But this is not the case with the Pedophile because
while he is consenting, society holds that the child is not and frankly it
is up surd to think that a child cannot assess if they like something or
not and thus give consent for more of what they like.  Is this any
different than any adult relationship?  I think not.  Be that as it may,
society has passed laws worldwide to the contrary.

   Like all stories I write there is a time for some background research
and then donning an undercover guise I would use to observe unnoticed among
them.  In this case I had to do nothing because a pedophile has no scarlet
letter and looks just like you or I do.  There was something useful though,
the rather natural fact that little girls are literally drawn to pedophiles
presumably because they can somehow sense the love coming from such men and
the odd fact that girls do not relate to age difference at all, their
libido driven by feelings rather than sight and physical appearance.  Yes,
this is correct, even a little girl can sense love and to some extent
desire coming from a man, it's simply built into them as a gender.  Still,
it is not what a pedophile does that sets him apart; it is what he thinks
and how he feels inside.  I could look and act the part, but I would never
feel the way they do.

   Heading into the Hawkeye state on Interstate 35 was about as exciting as
washing your socks with the socks edging slightly above in ranking.  I kept
my speed control at the posted speed and kept driving.  When I finally grew
tired I spotted an exit sign that read Centerville and I took it releasing
the speed control and slowing onto no less than a dirt road that could be
two lanes if you were in a horse and buggy.  Another sign read CENTERVILLE
1 Mile.  Creeping along trying to avoid a dust cloud it was about 9 PM
before I drove into the city, which was actually a village with pristine
houses and tree lined streets of nearly new blacktop with curbs.  There was
a hometown flair to the place and I found it most comfortable in
appearance. I pulled into the Motel 6 driveway and parked.  Going inside I
was met by a mild mannered man easily in his early 40's who eyed me with
discernable caution.  Behind him was one of the prettiest little girls I
had ever laid eyes on.  She was pure blonde about 7 years old and wore
clothing designed for a teenager wanting to attract the attention of boys.
Most noticeable of all was the stream of white cum running down her creamy
white thigh and the more than obvious presence of tiny developing breasts.

   Without waiting I knelt down and let this little honey into my arms. 
She smelled of sex but I said nothing but telling how pretty she was.  The
little girl ate up the praise I gave her and the man visibly relaxed when I
felt the little girl up a bit, nothing really obvious.

   "And just how long will you be staying, Mr....?" the man searched.

   "It's Jones, very common.  And it will be for one night." I retorted.

   The little girl was looking at me like I was dinner, licking her lips
and gyrating around in an obvious sexual display for me.

   "She likes you, and I imagine all of them will."

   "All of them?"

   The man just smiled and fetched a room key while I signed the register.
54 dollars later I was walking toward my room and as I moved to unlock the
door I was not alone.  A little white hand reached up to take hold of mine
and the fragrance of Lotus Blossoms wafted up into my nose.  Turning around
to look behind me, there she was a little slip of a girl maybe 5, maybe
not. Utterly beautiful in her youth and she too sported young developing
breasts.  Barefoot and dressed in almost nothing, everything that she had
was clearly visible and apparent for my pleasure.  Her smile was infectious
and she made no hesitation about grasping my cock within my pants.  I
quickly surmised that she was sizing me up, length and girth but would not
be sure of that until later.  Well her with me now was the test of tests as
this must be the place I had heard about.  What I thought I would be able
to resist was fading away fast.  This child with her dainty hand on my
manhood was telling me she would not only be with me tonight; she would be
my lover in every way.  She was not that far from being a baby, I simply
could not believe it.

   This was far from consent, she had a very real desire and she was
literally trembling before me.  I soon saw why.

   "Your gonna have to help be with this." she stated matter of factly.

   Spreading her tiny legs, she revealed a round flat plug or something
tight up against her baby sex.  I reached for it and gently pulled.  What I
pulled out of her was a 6 inch long dildo nearly 2 inches in diameter, her
conditioning tool no doubt.  The dildo was covered in a thick viscous film
of her sexual fluids the fragrance of which was hard to describe, a mixture
of aromas that were clearly female but not as yet developed but very slick
to the touch.  I raised it to my lips and licked the rubber phallus clean
as wide little eyes smiled at me.

   "You like my taste?" she timidly asked.

   I was about to answer her when her little hands began unbuckling my belt
with fumbling imprecision and a intense look of business on her face.  That
finally accomplished, she started with the zipper, a much easier task. 
That done, she pulled down my pants and underwear too.  Pushing me backward
into the chair she pulled off the clothes from my feet after removing my
shoes.  Then crawling into my lap she grasp my cock and positioned it to
the hole stretched by the dildo and sat down on it.  The entire length of
my manhood slid into a warm wet and exceptionally soft tube of 5 year old
flesh, her labium stretched, her unsheathed clitoris rubbing on the shaft
of my cock.  She grinned and for the first time I noticed her missing baby
teeth and it jerked my numbed mind back to reality.

   This was a tiny near naked little girl on my lap anchored there with my
cock completely impaled in her 5 year old vagina, a big toothless grin on
her more than pretty face and humping up and down on me with not a care in
the world.  I rested my hands on her tiny smooth bubble butt and gently
kneaded her cheeks as her muscles flexed in her work.  I have been with
many women in my life, but nothing has ever come this close to total
erotica.  I was harder than I have ever been and it was a long way yet to
spilling my seed.  When I started thrusting in sync with her she giggled
and started talking.

   "My name is Kimberly.  I am 4 years old.  If you are going to live here
I can be all yours, it's the rules."

   This blew my mind, as if a 5 year old girl was old enough to screw, now
this little girl was still a 4 year old baby, no wonder she was so small.

   "You are my first man, the first to love me.  I want it always to be
this way."

   "What about your mommy and daddy?" I asked her.

   "I don't have a mommy or daddy, I am a test-tube girl.  All the girls
here in Centerville are like me and there are no boys, only girls like me
and men like you.  It's the rules."

   I was right!  This is the place, the pedophile heaven, right here in the
middle of Iowa.  Test-tube babies was how they did it, no birth records, no
nothing but conditioning baby girls from the start to pleasure men.  Now I
had a real dilemma, stay and enjoy the intense love and sex that this 4
year old child could give me or, write my story and expose this town to the
world, thereby destroying its very existence, but providing me with a
Pulitzer Prize winning article that would be carried by every news-feed
around the world.  I could do what society wanted me to do or, become what
I always felt I was.  As little Kimberly ground herself against my scrotum
in obvious pleasure, I made my decision, the right one I was sure of it.

   Damp with well earned sweat, little Kimberly was working herself up to
an orgasm just like I was.  The look on her tiny face was all I ever
needed, a look of nearly animal lust on a 4 year old girl's face.  She was
complete and total sex appeal, squeezing her budding breasts and going
through the throws of ecstasy in our mutual orgasm.  Fluids gushing out
past our union as she was way too small to hold it all inside her.

   Physically and sexually drained we cuddled on the bed and fell asleep
our lips touching in a tender kiss.



   CHAPTER 2

   I awoke the next morning alone in the bed and felt instant panic with
little Kimberly gone but I soon heard the splashing and giggles and
realized she was in taking a bath, something I desperately needed to do
also.  I walked into the bathroom and watched her light up like a Christmas
tree, her eyes sparkling.

   "DADDY!"

   Completely naked she was more beautiful than I remembered.  The curve of
her little legs and thighs so shapely and delicious and her tiny but
clearly definable breasts and blonde hair now wet from her bath.

   "I need to get you some clothes today before you can go out with me."

   "Outside the door, my bag has my clothes in it."

   I retrieved the cloth satchel and opened it on the bed.  Mother of God!
These were clothes only a pedophile could love on a child, each piece
designed to show off plenty of bare skin.

   "Dry me off and brush my hair?"

   Standing naked and holding the fluffy white towel I got an immediate
erection and I was still naked under my robe.  Kimberly got a big grin on
her face knowing it was her that had caused it, she was definitely female.

   "Do you want me again, right now?"

   I motioned her over close to me and I took the towel and gently dried
her off, fluffing up her gossamer hair and then took the hairbrush that was
in her things and brushed her golden hair in long strokes for the full 200
times I had often heard about in days gone by.

   "Do you want to dress me?"

   I nodded and she selected from the array what she wanted.  Before I took
them I sucked on her breasts and felt her back arch in response, my hand on
her small pussy feeling the wetness arrive with so little pleasure being
given.  She looked at me and smiled as she picked up her panties and handed
them to me.  I don't know if dressing a child in the morning is a chore or
not, but dressing a 4 year old girl that you have just had sex with is a
little different and a lot more erotic.  Now, the white cotton panties as I
opened them contained the words "What's inside belongs to Daddy" and as I
read the words aloud she giggled as I pulled them up her wiggling tiny body
and into place around her perfect butt and female mound abet a little wet.
I rubbed the fabric smooth and she closed her eyes and groaned a little at
being felt up.

   Next came her little tiny short shorts, also white with lace around the
leg openings, they were skin tight and stretchable.  Then her little top
that barely covered her swelling nipples and left the curve of her
developing breasts showing below.  The top was held in place with thin
spaghetti straps and hung loose on her frame, it was pink.  Little tiny
pink socks and white Mary Jane shoes in place and now she was ready.  I
held her at a distance to look at her.  No 4 year old girl had ever looked
like this before and I knew even straight men would look twice at her with
some measure of desire.

   "Okay, you're all dressed so pretty now."

   "I have one more thing to do, let me help you with that."

   Pulling my robe open she bent over and sucked what she could of my cock
into her mouth.  Combined with the way she looked and watching her suck on
me I blew in record time and watched her swallow it in several gulps only
to come up smiling at a job well done.

   "Ok, now you get cleaned up and then we can go." she announced with
amusing authority.

   I was still rock hard in the shower and I stood there letting the water
rain on me thinking about how a little girl of 4 could eagerly desire to
please me sexually and how I could see a child so unbelievably young as
sexy and desirable.  I knew that I was not a child molester or some pervert
that abducted children.  Like any man I wanted a girlfriend, a lover, I
simply preferred this little girl barely out of diapers to any teenager or
woman I ever knew.  I came out of the bathroom still hard as a rock and
Kimberly turned from watching the television and giggled at the sight of me
so aroused.

   "Did I make that happen again?"

   She giggled and I grumbled as I got dressed looking at a tiny little 4
year old girl dressed in her "Fuck Me!" outfit, I stayed hard and it
absolutely delighted her to no end.  She turned off the television and took
my hand and we walked out of the motel room and headed downtown only three
blocks away.  She could not keep up with my stride and I could not walk
that slow so she could keep up.  I picked her up and she wrapped her arms
around my neck giving me a mini tongue bath on my neck as I carried her and
you damn well know that I was still hard.  I suspect she was a hungry as I
was so we stopped at a little restaurant for breakfast, and what an eye
opener that was.

   The restaurant was not packed but close to it and there were men of
every age there with little golden haired girls and none of them looked
older than 7 or 8 with the majority closer to 5 and 6.  Kimberly was the
baby there and as we walked in the men stood and applauded because it was
indeed rare that any girl under the age of 5 was released from conditioning
school, so Kimberly was indeed very special and they didn't need to tell me
that.  I learned that the rules were everywhere and, for example, under the
age of 5 a girl could not sit alone in a public place, she had to sit on
her Daddies lap, not a bad rule.  Also the rules stated that intercourse
with the girl was tantamount to marriage and she was not allowed in public
without her Daddy, the single exception being the playground which was
supervised by twelve castrated eunuchs during permissible hours.



   CHAPTER 3

   Working for Black Star I really did not have a home in any traditional
sense as I moved all over the world on assignment to cover the human
interest side of world events, my wages being deposited in a Lucerne bank
and nearly all expenses paid.  My nest egg as it were, grew and grew, and I
was more than well off.  Housing in Centerville was plentiful and nearly
without charge which I did not understand until I found out that the town
was completely self-supporting; still there was the customary sale of the
home and attorney fees, all a part of the rules.

   Taking Kimberly to her new home actually brought tears to her eyes and
it was the first time I had seen her cry.  Later I was made to understand
that she could only be with me for a short while unless and only unless I
took up residence in Centerville.  It was something she wanted so bad that
achieving it brought tears of happiness.  They were small homes, only one
bedroom and a great deal of the structure was designed for a little girl to
access, like the kitchen for example.  You see, the reason for this is
because they are trained to cook and keep house and their man clean, well
fed and comfortable besides providing all the sex they could ever want.

   But there was one downside and again it was a part of the rules.  Age 10
was the limit for all girls and upon their 11th birthday they were
euthanized and recycled and as a resident facing this you were granted a
replacement until the cycle was completed and your own little girl returned
to you as young as you first had her or, you could leave Centerville and
take the girl with you and this was the option I had settled on.  We lived
with those rules, we had to, for nowhere else on earth did a place like
Centerville exist.

   Settling down with a sexy 4 year old girl was wonderful and the sex out
of this world, her tiny body a constant source of stimulus and
satisfaction, her hunger for sex nearly equal to mine.  And making love to
her was my way of letting her know how I felt about her.  Starting with her
tiny toes, I would lick and suck on each one then kiss the rest of her
little feet.  Moving upward I would lick, kiss and suck on every square
inch of her body until she writhed in pleasure and then I would move my
attention to her wet little pussy and simply devour her as she had one
orgasm after another.  Then and only then I would enter her and sink down
until my balls rubbed her butt.  The full deep strokes I would take made
her tummy swell showing the outline of the intense penetration and she
would whimper and grind against me with every growing carnal desire.  Then
the mutual climb and release of our orgasm would bring us peace again.

   Over the years she grew into a goddess of beauty and pleasure and at age
8 we left Centerville, and the rules.  We moved and I wrote my story in
such a way that the identity of Centerville was never known and I suspect
that it is still there today, a heaven for pedophiles.


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