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(Mg, extreme-ped, nc, rp, 1st) *** Maybe you should read this before you make any further plans? Wish I had been given the same opportunity! I mean, pre-teen girls are the ultimate prize aren't they? Who in their right mind would want to shag some tenth-rate hooker the wrong side of thirty, with carpet burns across her forehead, inverted nipples and a pussy starting to look like the Cheddar Gorge, when that cute little kid next door keeps smiling at you till you start drooling into your cornflakes, feeling your pulse rate skirt cardiac trauma, at the same time your dick starts thinking for itself? Not me - that's for damn sure! Anna's family had moved-in maybe six months ago. Upper middle-class people really, God knows what they had seen in our decrepit neck of the woods. Couldn't have been the drab row of 'two-up two-downs' that lined Wilson Way. Maybe they'd heard about the Poker nights at Jim Cleaver's place every second Friday and wanted in? Whatever, the arrival of the furniture-van that day had seen most every curtain within a block and a half, surreptitiously drawn aside by the street's neighborhood stickybeaks, desperate for anything to indulge their plebeian over-the-fence chatter in the coming days. Eighteen Wilson Way was admittedly one of the better presented houses in the vicinity - just not the type of home you would have thought might attract the likes of Walter Hanson and his young family. Walter was in advertising so we learned later and to judge by the new Rover out the front, something less than strapped-for cash. Anna obviously had inherited her mother's looks. Cassie Hanson in her late twenties still, carried herself more like a senior at College and was generally greeted with openly jealous, if not outright hostile stares by the rapidly degenerating womenfolk of Wilson Way of which my own Julia was a founding member. Julia last turned me on, shortly after Neil Armstrong picked up a shoe-full of dust on the lunar surface. Sex with her had long since passed into robotic obligation - usually requiring a couple of straight whiskies afterwards to counter the experience. More often than not these days, I was imbibing the Red Label ahead of the dreaded union. Something to lessen the gruesome reality of the beached whale beneath me. Possessed of one son and one daughter ourselves - both had long since married and moved to the South coast, leaving us to see-out the rest of our lives in company with the other "might-haves-but-never-actually made- its" in Wilson Way Anna on the other hand was the Hanson's only child but they had made it count. Turning ten just a few weeks after they moved-in, her birthday party, held beneath a marquee in the back yard, had been well patronised by other children of similarly endowed Roveresque families. Couldn't tell you at what point exactly I resolved to indulge my cravings with Anna - probably the day she moved in! Now "aggravated pedophilia" requires considerable planning. Bailing-up a ten-year old girl in her own front-yard, ripping her dress off, her panties down, before sucking her sexy little nipples stupid, might be seen as vaguely anti-social if not downright disrespectful to some people. Every chance her parents even might lodge a complaint with the authorities. No, this required a better blueprint even, than Imhotep's first draft for the Step Pyramid at Saqqara. I resolved first to win the girl's confidence and this was achieved over a period of time, firstly just chatting to her innocently when she or a school-friend might toss a ball over the fence or when we would see each other out the front occasionally. I got to know Walter quite well and would sometimes make Anna a drink when he would pop over to borrow either a drill-bit or some other mechanical appliance of which I had an entire workshop. The idea being of course that she become fully at ease at our place. Julia actually proved invaluable here, missing no opportunity to wave to the young girl through the kitchen window. She even picked Anna up from school occasionally when neither her father or mother could get there just after three, due to work commitments. Given the script I had written for myself, and lets face it - the more I saw of Anna's hot little rear end, the more desperate my plight was becoming - there could be no possibility of me afterwards remaining in England, let alone Wilson Way. The thought of never seeing Julia again, was simply icing on the cake. I'd probably miss seeing the kids, although on refection, Louise was an out and out bitch, while Jeff and I had never seen eye to eye on anything except that sexy little waitress he met in a pub at Margate several years earlier and even she had never come across - even after I offered her twenty quid. Fuck her! Every man and his dog seems to have a friend of a friend who can get you something on the black-market. My needs were simple - a false passport! Thus, five grand and three weeks later, I found myself admiring the forger's handiwork under the strip-light in the garage one evening, I figured I cut a rather stylish 'Martin Cooper' even if I do say so myself. 'Martin' had himself booked on a long hop to Sydney Australia. Why Australia? Probably on account of the comforting distance between it and Wilson Way. Perhaps some subconscious throwback to the convict thing, especially in light of my planned illegalities. Whatever, Armageddon loomed - both mine and Anna's. Selecting a weekend (and I had arranged passage to dove-tail with such) that Walter was in Spain on business, Julia was staying with Louise and her family in Portsmouth for the weekend, it left only Cassie as a player of any consequence. Her involvement though was quite easily eliminated by the simplest of phone calls. "Hi Cassie, Bill here, Say, don't suppose you have a bit of milk I could borrow for a cuppa love? Julia used up the last drop before she went and my leg's not that great today." I had of course made her aware of my "dicky knee" weeks earlier - she didn't even notice the day I started off limping on the wrong one. "Sure thing Bill," she cooed into the phone, "Be right over," Like taking candy from a baby! "Thanks so much sweetheart," I muttered gratefully. It was the last thing she would have been hearing for a while. I didn't hit her that hard with the carving board, but she went down like a sack of potatoes. Had not my focus been solely on miss fourth grade next door, I may well have indulged myself with an aperitif, courtesy of the crumpled, but undeniably sexy form in the doorway. Even the now awesomely unprotected view down Cassie's top did not dissuade me from my course however. Boy Scouts always come prepared... so do pedophiles - well, the clear-thinking ones anyway! I took the small bottle I had hidden away from prying eyes on the top shelf of the pantry, carefully removed the lid and shook out several drops into the center of the rag I kept on hand. Checking that mommy was gonna be out for a while I opened the back door and called "Anna, Anna" over the fence, it being less than six feet to their open kitchen window. As it happened, she was out the back doing something. "Yes Mr Henderson?" she called back to me negotiating the corner of the quite large garage, home-base to their upmarket horseless carriage! "Ohh Anna, there you are," I gushed, "Listen, I don't want to alarm you sweetie, but your mom just slipped on a rug in my kitchen and has hurt her leg. Have you got your dad's cell-phone number?" Talk about basic psychology - she was round the front and in our side door before you could say "Thing's ain't always what they seem kiddo." Seeing Cassie prostrate on the floor she gave a cry of shock and ran towards her. Shame I was in the way. An eighty-five pound, ten year old waif is no match for a one-forty pound overweight ex boxer. The chloroform weaved its magic inside thirty seconds and she crumpled to the floor next to her mother. First trussing Cassie up like a chaff-bag, I gagged her with her own panties which I have to say were a rare privilege to remove. I even allowed myself a few seconds prolonged eye contact with her trimmed and oh- so desirable pussy, that nonetheless had this day, to take second place to that belonging to her daughter. Carrying Anna up to our bedroom, I gazed at her angelic face, pretty blonde hair and slim legs, as they rested fully cradled in my arms. I even allowed myself a kiss as I lowered her on to the bed. The contact with her soft - still a child's lips, recalled fleetingly my teenage years, though never had I been privy to accompany such youthful perfection. Wearing just a simple dress as she was, I was in two minds how to proceed. So many options - so little time. Beneath that narrow but girlish chest could be seen a clear outline of Anna's pretty little breasts. Little more than speed humps currently, I ran my hand across them, feeling the softness within. Squeezing both experimentally, I like to imagine the beginnings of a smile flitted momentarily across her face, logic dictates however, that this was mere fancy on my part. She was still out cold. Encouraged by my daring exploratories, I quickly undid the top few buttons of her dress, pulling the fabric aside as I went. The skimpiest of training bras increased my peristaltic rate and my desire, if such be possible. Rubbing her breasts through the satiny material she was all I had fantasised about and more. Then I saw it... the tiny clasp that held her bra cups together. I think I shivered in ecstasy. No, I'm wrong, that was achieved moments later - at the point I unhooked the thing and exposed those barely-there breasts to my perverted gaze. Nothing could be so sexy surely? I inclined my head and sucked her left nipple softly. This time she did stir momentarily, making the softest of little noises. I must have knelt there for five minutes or so drawing down first one side then the other. It is no shadow of a lie when I tell you that both those cute little nipples responded visibly to their new-found therapy. Unfortunately, so did their owner and thus I was forced to re-apply a quantity of chloroform to ensure a further period of non-interruption. Leaving her topless so that I might not miss any gentle undulations of those hot little brown-topped mounds as I worked, I parted now her legs. Kneeling alongside the coverlet, I peered up beneath the frilly hem. The sight of those girlish panties caused a rush of blood to infiltrate areas of my anatomy, that had anything but restraint on their mind. It wasn't so much a hard-on I was experiencing, as grid-lock down there. If there is anything sexier than the illicit aspect of a very young girl's panties - especially one that is fresh out of resistance - I'd like to know about it. Pushing her dress halfway up her thighs, I stared for what must have been several carnally-charged minutes at those little green knickers and the curvature of her developing vulva that even her trusty cotton guardians were failing miserably to hide. The slightest of ingresses between the girl's legs delineated her vaginal ground zero - the event horizon at which point, light...let alone my finger - could never escape. A sound startled me, then I realised it was just my own intake of breath as I rested a hand across the front of Anna's soft and enticing little mound. I knew I was damned, but could no more have backed-off at this juncture than castrate myself with a blunt nail file. "Tenting" would be a poor metaphor with which to describe my phallic condition at that moment. What was resident beneath my zipper was a caged leopard...one that had been denied food since being weaned. Taking a hold of the waist-band, I tugged the panties to her knees revealing both her innocence and the object of my lustful reflections these past few months - well, one of them anyway! Two others were already laid bare a little higher up. Exposed so abruptly I was lost in my own thoughts as I gazed upon that pristine work-of-art, the soft curves of her pussy - at this juncture with the sparsest of hair growth. Kissing her flush on the labia, I allowed my tongue the fully indecent pleasure of separating her lips and probing but a few centimetres beyond. No culinary delights ever teased the taste-buds so! Despite remaining fully unconscious, Anna wriggled her hips perceptibly. This I formally translated as "Lick me again please," I was happy to comply....several times in fact. I then arranged her legs so that she gave the impression of a young whore plying her trade. Had I any lipstick on hand I would doubtless have applied a few more garish touches. Understand, when you have reached the point of depraved actuality that I have - a fertile imagination is simply a licence to degrade and humiliate. The sight was too much for me. Kneeling on the bed I extracted my swollen partner in crime and staring alternately at her beautiful moist slit and those indescribably hot little speed bumps, I caressed myself to the promised land in record time, not only because I sought imminent release but because I had always harbored the urge to come all over Anna's naked body - which for all intents and purposes it now was. It was a doozy. By deft aim and/or measured penile alignment, I managed to spurt one ungodly amount of cum right across her pussy followed by two less-impressive but still serviceable deposits of jism that decorated an area between her right nipple and what in a few years time, would be her beautifully sculptured cleavage. As I sat there afterwards, idly separating her pussy lips and allowing some of the cum to trickle down inside her, I was struck by my singular lack of contrition. I had now violently and indecently abused an innocent young girl, yet all I felt was a sense of pride in my achievement, some sort of throwback to the caveman thing, having conquered by brute force in a sense, that thing called woman. Sure, ten might be a tad overdoing the "conquest" bit, but given my track record of sexual under-achieving the past four decades....you take what you can. Problem is, the procreational urge was kicking-in now big-time. I was on a roll - no way back from Hell! Figured I would check on Cassie, so not even bothering to re-zip myself, I took off back downstairs. No change in the patient's condition. Still slumped on her side breathing peacefully. Took out a little insurance by adding a few drops of chloroform to the gag. Better to be sure! I really had thought this through well, I was thinking. On retracing my steps, my erection sprang excitedly back to life just looking at Anna's semi-disrobed state. Only one thing I hadn't seen! It took but seconds to get her dress off, where it joined her panties on the floor. The training bra followed its compatriot. Completely naked, she was a dream. Make that a dream and a half! That which had eluded my depraved visuals thus far, lay unsighted beneath her still form. Gently turning her over I again felt a surge of 'heat' as I stared at her now fully exposed but perfectly formed little bottom. I ran a finger down her back, across those delicate hips and across either cheek. No girl had the right to be this sexy - especially one at just ten years' old. As my hands swarmed across those rearward curves feeling her up, aiding and abetting my tortured condition, I felt twinges that were building to seismic rifts between my own legs. Once again, spreading her legs crudely, that wonderfully enticing pre-teen pussy was exposed in all its untouched vulnerability. Glancing around, I retrieved a pillow that I manoeuvered beneath her hips. This of course had the effect of raising her backside rather provocatively and elevating her vaginal entrance to dangerously accessible levels. Just bad luck for her I was dangerously accessible I suppose. Strangely I didn't want to 'rape" her as such. That had never been the plan. Hard to describe what exactly the plan HAD been. I think it was more a case of wanting to possess her - both sexually and emotionally. Now I think about it, I probably just wanted to love her! For all the pent-up desire and need that was coursing through me, I was ever aware of her youth and innocence and thus I went to extraordinary lengths to make sure I didn't hurt her. That I couldn't bear. Placing the head of my penis at the gates of the city, I was barely able to make a centimetre before I encountered her hymen. I knew theoretically there was some small gap at its base, that was if nothing else, a starting point. Even the feeling generated by having the head just marginally inside her outer labia, sent waves of ecstasy through me. I was actually fucking that beautiful little blonde tease next door. Reaching around and under her arms I again fondled those sexy breasts, slightly more pronounced as they felt at that angle. Anna began once more to stir as I applied more pressure, although she made no obvious attempts to close up her legs. I had the rag on hand in case of emergency. So desirous was I to penetrate that virginal minefield I just kept pressing in. In maybe ten minutes I had made but barely an inch...something was giving though! "Tight" does not adequately address the situation. Anna's exquisitely soft and yielding pussy was transporting me to realms of dizzy pleasure. Whether I actually tore free the hymen itself or somehow managed to gain entry by fraying the surrounding tissue I don't know, but quite suddenly all resistance seemed to dissolve and I was able to slide into her. Endowed with something less than a wide-screen model, my penis even in the engorged state it was, comprised length rather than substance and this may partly explain my eventual bypassing of the border-control. The appearance of little more than light spots of blood here and there stood as evidential markers of Anna's now fully departed virginity. I can never adequately explain what she felt like. Even as I held her hips tightly, entering and re-entering that narrow channel, just the sight of her pussy being penetrated again and again, albeit in virtual slow- motion, rocked my world stupid. For the briefest time I remained deep inside her - justified almost, to my warped way of thinking, for what I was doing to her. I leaned forward and kissed her bottom, the scent of such warm and youthful skin addling further my senses. So acute the pleasure, so rapid the escalating need for release. Parting her legs even further, so that now I could plainly see the glistening folds of her vaginal walls as I fucked her - a man hopelessly lost, a young girl obscenely violated - I let out an involuntary cry of ecstasy myself as I spurted everything I had deep into Anna's sadly under-age receptacle. With the passing of the moment, came finally a realisation of what I had done. The pleasure receded, the guilt multiplied. I knew she would be coming round any moment - had not she wriggled in denial of what was being done to her during those final seconds of copulation? I would never know. Following one last "application" of the dulling fumes, I tossed the rag in the far corner of the room, a symbolic 'divorce' from my partner in crime. There was much to do. Retrieving the suitcase I had prepared earlier, I took a last look at Anna's naked and violated body, observing even now, filmy strings of cum as they exited her pussy and ran slowly down the inside of her ultra- slim thighs. "So that's what a young girl looks like after she's been raped?" I pondered. Not a sight I would ever be likely to forget. I left the room and descended the stairs. Stepping over Cassie's still immobile form, I went straight to the garage and reversed the car out post haste. It didn't matter who saw me I figured. Parking near the fully deserted dockland twenty-five minutes later, I checked the lie of the land. No one in sight. The battered old Ford I had acquired under a false name many weeks earlier waited patiently just across from the huge dumpster. Tossing my suitcase in the back I retrieved my passport and ticket I had locked in the glove box the previous night. I quickly removed the false plates I had attached to it and replaced them with the originals - just in case anyone had noticed the car there the last day or two. Even as I sped down the M25 Orbital the action replays started. Once more I could see and feel myself slowly penetrating Anna's deflowered pussy again and again. I knew then that some cute little schoolgirl in Australia was going to have a bad day in the coming year... perhaps several were. Leaving the Ford in one of Heathrow's inter-connected parking bays I quickly located the Qantas check-in. Martin Cooper was on his way! Just fifty minutes before boarding I figured I had time for a refresher at the Island Bar. It would take the police more than twenty four hours to even find our car at the docks by my reckoning. I would be just about touching down in Australia by then. Packed as always, I had exited the bar and was walking towards the departure lounge, having heard the announcement that Qantas Flight 10 to Sydney Australia was "now boarding." The absolute last thing I was expecting... "Hey Bill, What the hell are you doing here?" It was Walter, back from Spain already. My system all but shut-down. What the fuck were the chances of this happening? "J-just meeting a friend off a plane Walter," I replied, "Gotta fly mate, catch ya later." Even as I pushed past him I heard his cell ring. I got to within ten metres of the air-bridge when three security guards surrounded me. "If you would just come with us Mr. Henderson," one of them said, "Couple of Police Officers would like to talk to you for a moment.". "Fourteen years with no parole," ... and my attorney reckons I got off lightly. But you know what? I still got memories you people can only ever dream about! (c) Peter_Pan 2006 "The Complete Harper Valley" www.lulu.com/content/106537 Visit "The World of Peter_Pan" http://www.geocities.com/worldofpeter_pan/index.html *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 45