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The Pedo Files - 1
by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com)

***

As an author myself, I found that many stories on the 
Internet of men with young girls seemed improbable. I 
posted a message on a pedophile discussion forum and 
asked men to give me real accounts of how they came to 
have sex with young teen girls. I then published these 
stories. Part 1 is the story of how being a Youth Camp 
Director led one man to a variety of sexual experiences 
with teenage girls. (Mf, ped, 1st, mast)

***

Part 1 - The Youth Camp Director 

Introduction:

As both an author and an avid reader of stories about 
men having sex with young girls, many of the situations 
seemed improbable to me.

I can't remember the last time I was in the park, met a 
young girl, and took her home to screw, or the last time 
a teen at the beach actually grabbed my penis.

The question lingered, in real life, how does a man 
attracted to young girls ever really get to act on this 
fantasy?

I posed this question on a pedophile discussion forum 
and asked men to tell the truth about their encounters 
with young girls.

I wanted to know what professions were best for meeting 
young girls? I wanted to know how did these men begin 
their relationships with them? And I really wanted to 
know how did these relationships lead to sex?

One thing that many of the men had in common was that 
most of them never considered underage girls sexually 
until some circumstance made them look at young girls 
differently. 

In many cases this realization started by seeing a 
chance photo on the Internet of a young teen model or 
teen nudist. 

In other cases it was by seeing first hand, how 
provocative today's teens and tweens look in person. 
Societies' sexualization of children is partially to 
blame. The barrage of images of young girls in 
miniskirts, bikinis, and leotards can tempt even the 
most well-meaning man amongst us. 

But their success in actually having sex with a young 
girl was generally a result of career choices. Most were 
in jobs, which put them in contact with young girls. 
Very seldom did a random meeting ever lead to a sexual 
encounter. The more girls a man was around, the more 
likely it was that he could get them to have sex with 
him, especially if he was in a position of authority. 

I have compiled these accounts and the results have 
shown what type of career or lifestyle choices are most 
likely to lead to having sexual encounters with young 
teens.

Here I have published twelve of my files, detailing the 
firsthand accounts from men who shared their stories.

***

The Youth Camp Director

My name is Al. I am twenty-five years old. This is the 
story of how I realized that youth camp was a great 
place to be around young girls and even get to have sex 
with some of them.

As a teen I was a counselor at a camp for teen boys and 
girls. It was then I first started looking at young 
girls sexually. The shear abundance of them made it hard 
not to look at them that way.

For one thing the young girls spend most of the days in 
short/shorts or bikini's. And in the summer they almost 
never wore bras under their tee shirts. 

Getting them to know and trust their counselor was also 
easy. It was the first time many of the girls were on 
their own without parental guidance. 

And there was always the drama of girls being homesick 
or isolated from their peers, needing the comfort of a 
counselor. I was surprised how, as a counselor, the 
girls confided in me and were open to my advice. Being 
professional, I didn't think I would ever act 
inappropriately. I was content to merely look and 
fantasize.

These early experiences made me realize how much I liked 
both outdoor activities and young girls so I majored in 
Recreational Science at college.

After graduation I spent two years as an assistant. It 
was always fun watching and being around young girls. 

Finally I became Director of the Green Valley Youth Camp 
in my town.

The Green Valley Youth Camp was for boys and girls aged 
thirteen through sixteen. It provided recreational 
experiences as well as life skills for the teens.

The boys and girls stayed in separate cabins clustered 
on the west side. There were commons areas on the east 
side. The commons areas included a lake with beach and 
canoes, a soccer field, volleyball court, campfire pit, 
multipurpose mess hall/craft center and my office, and 
living quarters. 

The showers consisted of a stand-alone building near the 
cabins with a changing and showering section. The boys 
and girls shared this facility at separate, designated 
times.

The week before camp started, I had training sessions 
with the counselors. There were, of course separate 
counselors for the boys and girls. We went over 
schedules, activities, and policies on safety, hygiene, 
and the well being of the campers. As Director I 
required them to send all campers with major problems to 
me. 

***

The first group of campers arrived on Monday. There were 
an equal number of boys and girls

The first day went just fine except when it came to 
evening girls' shower time. The water temperature had 
been turned down for the off-season and I, as the person 
in charge, had to turn it up.

The adjustment had to be made in the utility room 
connected to the showers. Access was through an outside 
doorway. As I was inside, adjusting the dials, I heard 
the girls enter the facility.

Then I noticed something I never saw before. 

It was the moment that confirmed that I was truly a 
pedophile, or at the very least, a voyeur who likes 
looking at young girls.

There were several circular spaces surrounding the 
pipes, going from the utility room into the shower and 
changing room. 

These in essence formed peep holes into the entire area. 

Curiously, I put my eye up to one of them and got quite 
a sight. There were about twenty-four girls, including 
the counselors, stripping out of their clothes getting 
ready to shower. 

At first I concentrated on the two 18 year old 
counselors as they entered the showers. I loved a good 
body on a woman and these counselors were fit and trim - 
tan with long legs, full hips, and tiny waists. 

Their breasts ranged from C to D Cups and one had a full 
bush while the other was neatly trimmed. From what I 
could see, both had plush pussy lips. 

Then one of the fifteen-year olds entered the shower and 
my attention was drawn to her. I was fascinated by her 
B-Cup breasts and a pussy that wasn't quite as plush. 
Her pubic hair was sparse. I liked looking at her even 
more than looking at the older girls.

Finally two thirteen-year olds came in and I realized 
that I had made the right career choice. Seeing these 
young teens naked was all it took!
 
I focused my attention exclusively on these young girls. 
One thirteen-year old had a totally flat figure, with no 
breasts or butt at all. The other had some nice A-Cup 
breasts and her butt was starting to get round. Both had 
pussy lips that were mere slits, with no hair at all. 
 
More girls entered and for the first time I realized how 
different each of their little girl pussies' were. 
Generally, the older girls had puffier outer lips. Many 
of the girls had protrusions spreading out of these 
outer lips. These were their clitoral hoods, their 
enlarged inner labia, or both. 

When the rest of the girls entered, I found myself 
concentrating on the younger ones. I didn't understand 
what was happening to me. I had a ragging eight-inch 
hard-on, which I released from my shorts and stroked to 
a pleasant ejaculation. 

As the girls were finishing up, I snuck out the utility 
room door and went back to my quarters. Just thinking 
about the naked teens in the shower made my penis get 
hard again. I had no choice but to beat off. I knew this 
was the start of a new chapter in my life.

***

The next day I started looking at the girls in a 
completely different way. I tried to again picture their 
breasts under the tight camp tee shirts. Most of them 
didn't yet wear bras. I watched as their little butts, 
outlined by their tight shorts, wiggled as they ran. 

Beach time was the most fun. Many of their bikinis left 
little to the imagination. And I spent every evening in 
the utility room. I only hoped the counselors didn't 
notice my absence.

I started to pay closer attention at night campfire 
sharing time, hoping to gain some insights that would 
give me an excuse to get closer to one of the girls.

As Director, I was able to set the topics for each 
night's discussion. Tonight's topic was self-concept. As 
we discussed different aspects of how we all see 
ourselves, it was clear one of the girls, thirteen-year-
old Cindy, was having self esteem issues. 

Since counseling was another of my responsibilities, I 
felt the need to talk to her. The next day at beach 
time, I summoned Cindy away from the group, behind the 
beach house to talk. She was in her green bikini and I 
had on my swim trunks.

"Cindy," I said, "you seemed a little down on yourself 
last night. It's my job to help. Is there anything you 
would like to talk about?"

"Well Mr. Parker, I really don't like my body." she 
answered, pointing to it. "I don't think I'm as 
developed as the other girls here my age."

"First of all, call me Al." I said. "And from what I can 
see you really have a very nice body."

"Oh, this top is padded. I ready don't have much here." 
Cindy said.

"Would you like a man's opinion?" I asked.

"Sure." Cindy answered. 

With that, I reached over and pulled the top up.

She looked at me surprised, yet waiting to see what I 
thought as I was face to face with her little A-Cup 
breasts. I had seen them in the shower room, but never 
thought I would get to see them up close.

"You don't have to worry." I said. "They're really nice 
and I'm sure they will grow even bigger."

Her expression turned to relief.

As I reached over to pull her bikini top back down, my 
hand brushed over her nipple.

"Oh, sorry." I said.

"Don't be." replied Cindy. "That actually felt pretty 
good.

With that I got brave, stopped trying to pull it down 
her up and put a hand on each of her bare breasts. Being 
so small, my hands cupped and covered them completely. 
As I rubbed, I felt her nipples expand under my palms. 

As she pushed herself into me, I dropped my hands so her 
bare breasts pressed into my bare chest.

I put my hands on her bikini-covered butt and pulled her 
into me. When I did, I felt my penis get hard and grind 
into her crotch.

I heard little moans going into my ear as she hugged me 
tightly.

I then got even bolder and slid my hands from the back 
to the front of her bottoms. I slid one hand onto her 
crotch and started rubbing on the outside. When she did 
not stop me, I slid it inside her bottoms.

I continued sliding down, until I felt her slit. It was 
moist, with a thin covering of pubic hair. I slid my 
hand down further to her hot, wet, vaginal opening. As I 
fingered it, I felt an obstruction at the entrance. I 
knew it was her hymen and I did not wish to rupture it, 
so I pulled out and worked fingers back up her slit.

When I got to the top, I felt the little bud that was 
her clitoris and started to rub that. As I did, she 
started to transform into a different creature. She 
reached down, slid her hand into my trunks, grabbed my 
rock hard penis, and started pumping it.

There we were, a topless thirteen-year old and a grown 
man, hugging behind the beach house with our hands down 
each other's pants.

The faster I rubbed her clitoris, the faster she pumped 
my penis. When she finally felt my hot semen wash across 
her palms, Cindy exploded in an orgasm and went limp in 
my arms. Luckily I caught her before she hit the ground.

After a while, we composed ourselves and she fastened 
her top. We noticed there were wet spots on the crotches 
of both of our suits.

We separated, casually walked down to the beach, and 
went into the water to wash off before anyone noticed 
us. We agreed to meet every day in back of the beach 
house, to 'discuss' Cindy's self esteem.

***

Camp was better than I ever imagined, with the shower 
room, the beach, and Cindy. I didn't think it could get 
any better.

Then one afternoon during free time at the camp, I took 
a walk in the woods to a clearing used for nature 
activities. Before I got there I heard the sound of 
voices and ducked behind the bushes to see what it was.

I could see it was two of the campers, thirteen-year old 
Brenda and fourteen year old Sam. 

Brenda was reclining on the grass. She had on red 
short/shorts and a tee shirt.

From the way she was positioned, I could see that she 
had a protruding pubic mound and a well-defined 
cameltoe.

After a while, Sam lay down on top of her and started to 
make out. He had on shorts and was shirtless.

I watched as their make out session got hot and heavy. I 
could see their mouths opening and their tongues going 
into each other. 

Sam lifted the tee shirt over Brenda's head and her C-
Cup breasts spilled out as he massaged each until her 
nipples sprang to attention. Soon he pressed his chest 
against hers.

I then saw them tugging on each other's shorts. They 
slid them down at the same time, taking their underwear 
with them. As she lifted her hips and slid her shorts 
down, I got a good look at her pussy.

I couldn't believe how high her pubic mound protruded. 
It was front and center, as if proclaiming to be the 
center of attention. And her pussy itself was 
surprisingly plush for a thirteen-year old. It had a 
thin covering of pubic hair. Sam slid his hand down and 
put it at the entrance of her pussy hole. He quickly 
pulled it away when he must have felt her hymen.

As they continued to make out, I saw his penis grow 
hard. I was surprised that it was a full eight-inches 
long, the same length as mine, but not as thick.

I saw him pull himself over her and center his penis at 
her vaginal opening. I saw him trying to push into her. 
Evidentially there was a lot of resistance. Her hymen 
seemed to be giving him some trouble. Finally he pushed 
hard and I saw him go all the way in. He then started 
pumping in and out at a medium pace. 

At the same time, her pelvis was raising up to meet 
every stroke. This was better than any porn movie I had 
ever seen. There I was, watching two young teens having 
sex for the first time. I took out my phone and started 
to take a video.

Soon I noticed their pace quicken and saw her body start 
to shake. With that Sam pulled out and shot a load of 
thick, white, semen, all over her crotch.

I saw a trace of blood leaking out of her pussy. Having 
nothing to clean up with she took her panties and wiped 
off the blood and semen. 

As they got dressed and left, she tossed the soiled 
panties into the weeds. I waited until they left and 
then followed behind them. As I did, I glanced into the 
weed patch. There I saw a dozen or so used panties. 

"This is a place I need to visit often." I thought.

Later that afternoon I left a message that I needed to 
see Brenda in my office after campfire.

***

At about ten in the evening, after campfire, when 
everyone was getting ready for curfew there was a knock 
at my door.

"I heard you wanted to see me, Mr. Parker," said a 
nervous Brenda.

She was in the same short/shorts and camp sweatshirt, 
fresh from her evening shower. It again highlighted her 
protruding pubic mound and she had an even more 
pronounced cameltoe. I could tell that her C-Cup breasts 
were braless.

"I have something to show you." I said, taking out my 
smart phone.

I pressed play, showing her the video.

"How did get that?" said a panicked Brenda.

"That's not important." I said. "What's important is 
what we are going to do about it. What would your 
parents do, if I showed them this?"

"They'd kill me!" she answered. "Oh please, oh please, 
don't show them. I'll do anything."

"Like what?" I said.

"Well I've seen the way you look at us girls." Brenda 
said, "how about I let you see me...um, without my 
clothes?"

"That would be a good start." I replied.

"Would you like to undress me or should I strip for 
you?" she asked. 

"Be my guest." I said, gesturing her to strip.

She lifted the sweatshirt over her head and I got a good 
look of her C-Cup breasts. They were larger than most 
girls her age.

Then Brenda kicked off her tennis shoes and then peeled 
off her shorts. This time she was not wearing panties. 
She tossed the shorts my way.

There was a thin line of moisture at the crotch where 
the material had dug into her cameltoe. I put it to my 
nose so I could breathe in the aroma of teen pussy. 

She was quite sexy standing there naked.

I studied her pussy close-up. I saw it from a distance 
in the woods, but from here I could tell how truly puffy 
her lips were and how protrusive her mound was.

It was so up front and center it seemed begging to be 
tasted.

I leaned forward and placed my mouth right onto her 
pussy! Because it protruded so high, my mouth covered 
her whole twat from the clit and the opening at the 
bottom.

Brenda looked surprised when I did this. It seemed to be 
another first for her today. 

I put my hand on her butt, and drew her closer to me. I 
then put a finger on the slit between her pussy lips, 
and started to rub.

I worked my finger down to her newly deflowered pussy 
hole, stuck it in, knuckle deep, and pumped in and out. 
I could feel it getting wetter.

I pulled out and worked my way up the slit. Finally, 
when my fingers reached up to her clitoris I got a 
response. She threw her hands around my head and clung 
tightly.

I continued rubbing and sucking as she ground her pelvis 
into my mouth and hand. I could hear her breathing 
getting deeper as she moaned.

After about ten minutes of this I felt her body stiffen, 
shake, and then relax into me. She clung to me, 
breathing even more deeply. 

By now my penis was rock hard and as I stood up, it 
pressed into her leg. I know she could feel it and since 
she didn't pull away, I decided to go for it! I 
unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants and 
underwear. I stepped out of them and pulled off my tee 
shirt.

Then I laid her on her back on my bed.

Before I could move myself on top of her, she spoke.

"Now just to be clear," she said, "if we do this, my 
parents can never, ever know what I did, and you will 
erase the video."

"That's sounds like a deal." I said, centering myself 
over her.

Brenda closed her eyes, as I pushed forward. As my penis 
entered her wet pussy hole, she tensed up, being so new 
to sex. But when I got all the way in and started to 
pump, she relaxed. 

Her thirteen-year-old pussy was the first teen I ever 
had. I will remember it always. It was sooo tight I 
thought I would cum instantly. Being that it was summer, 
it was as hot as the air outside. 

And she didn't just lie there; she thrust her pelvis up 
to meet my every stroke. Insecure, little adolescent 
girls, really want to please.

After a while, I started to speed up and she followed my 
lead. As her insides shook and squeezed my shaft, I shot 
a healthy load of semen deep into her vagina.

As I pulled out, I watched her cream pie flow onto my 
bedspread. (I wasn't worried about cumming inside. Her 
records indicated she was on the pill but didn't say 
why.)

"So we're OK now?" she asked. "You'll erase the video 
and not tell my parents."

"Done!" I said, pressing the delete on my phone. (Little 
did she know I had already downloaded it to my computer, 
where it was the first of many that I enjoyed for years 
to come.)

I cleaned her up with a towel and then she put on her 
clothes and left. 


***

Though every session of camp had a new set of campers, 
some things remained the same.

I never got tired of the showers or the beach. There was 
always some girl who was homesick or had self-esteem 
issues, and the clearing was fertile territory for 
identifying sex partners. 

After five years of successfully managing the camp, I 
was offered a promotion to the District Office.

No one could believe it when I turned down the job.

More accounts to come...

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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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