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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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