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The Pedo Files - 3
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 3 is the story of how a twenty-two year 
old male, discovered that teaching High School is one of 
the best ways to meet young girls for sex. (Mf, ped, 
1st, mast, oral)

***

Part 3 – The High School Teacher 

My name is Paul and I am 22 years old. I always wanted 
to be a teacher. I have liked helping people my whole 
life and enjoy teaching others new things. I went to 
college and studied education to become a High School 
Teacher.

Most of you have probably seen those rare stories on the 
news about the High School Teacher having sex with a 
young female student.

What is amazing is that these stories are so rare since 
actual sex between teacher and student is not that rare 
at all.

I learned this once I was in the profession. I never 
realized I was attracted to young girls until I got my 
first job teaching Freshman English Classes at Central 
High School in California. 

The first week of classes was a real eye opener. I never 
knew how provocative schoolgirls dressed nowadays. 
Although my students were only freshmen, they dressed 
like the older girls I saw in clubs.

As freshmen most of the girls had reached puberty. They 
seemed intent on dressing to show off their developing 
bodies.

When they weren't in tight jeans showing off their round 
firm butts and camel toes, they were in miniskirts, 
flashing their panty-covered crotches as they sat at 
their desks. 

Their tops alternated between the braless tube top, the 
braless crop top, and the braless low cut tee - braless 
being the operative word. 

For the first time in my adult life I started to look at 
fourteen-year-old girls, as sexual creatures. I took 
lots of pictures, supposedly for an end of year slide 
show when in truth they were for my masturbation 
fantasies.

I was enjoying my fantasy world. Little did I know it 
would soon become very real...

***

In the second week of school, I started to notice a girl 
named Kelly. Kelly was fourteen-years old and had long 
brunette hair. She was very pretty and had a nice figure 
with B-cup breasts. She was very intelligent yet quiet, 
almost shy. I also noticed she had a lot of creativity.

Besides me teaching, I was also the freshman class 
sponsor. My first task was supervising the Homecoming 
float. Knowing that Kelly was so creative, I asked her 
if she could help design the float.

Three days later she submitted an idea. The student 
committee loved it and asked her to join them to help 
build the float.

A group of students and myself worked every day at night 
to build the float in an old barn outside of town. Kelly 
was one of the group. I watched her, fascinated by her 
ability to give directions and execute her plan. 

I also watched her because of her short/shorts and tank 
tops. 

I was both physically and mentally attracted to her, 
even though we hardly ever talked.

As sponsor, I drove a whole group of students home each 
night. As it so happened, Kelly's home was the last one 
on the route. I had the opportunity to talk to her one-
on-one a lot. She was a very deep thinker for a 
fourteen-year old and I found we had many of the same 
philosophical views about life. 

It was a shame she was fourteen and I was twenty-two. 
Kelly became less shy around me and started hanging 
around after class to talk.

After working one night, Kelly was again the last one in 
the car after I dropped off everyone else.

"Would you like to get some coffee with me?" I asked.

She agreed and we stopped at a local cafe. Helping her 
out of the car, I took her hand. It was very innocent 
and she let go as soon as she was out. We talked for 
quite a while and then I dropped her at home. Before she 
got out she leaned over, said thank you, and gave my leg 
a little squeeze.

That became our pattern for the next week. We had coffee 
before dropping her off. However, our physical contact 
got a little friendlier. She started holding my hand all 
the way into the cafe, put her hand on my leg, when we 
were driving alone, and started hugging me goodnight. 

We finally finished the float the night before the 
parade. After I dropped the last student off, I asked 
Kelly if she would like to have coffee at my place 
instead.

She immediately said yes and we drove to my apartment. 
We went in, I showed her around the place and then made 
us some coffee.

As we talked, I sensed that she was sad.

"What's wrong Kelly?" I asked.

"Well it's just a shame," she said.

"What's a shame?" I asked.

"It's a shame that we can't be with each other or go out 
with each other," she answered. "I like you so much. We 
have so much in common. You get me."

"Kelly, I'm glad you feel that way. I feel the same. But 
I don't know what we can do about it?" I said, taking 
her in my arms and hugging her.

We held each other for quite a while, not talking. I 
felt the warmth of her body as her soft breasts melted 
into me. She probably felt my hard penis pressing into 
her. 

We stayed that way a little longer, and then, after a 
short sweet kiss, I drove her home. Even though we 
didn't do anything, the die was cast and the line was 
crossed.

***

The next night was even more difficult. It was the 
Homecoming dance and I was one of the chaperones. I 
watched Kelly, who came alone, just standing around 
longing for someone to dance with.

She was wearing a very sexy dress. It was bright red and 
very short. It had a halter top, which showed off her 
braless B-cup breasts quite nicely. 

As she sat down to adjust her shoes, I studied her 
shapely legs. 

Toward the end of the night I saw her go into the 
hallway to use the restroom. I slipped out after her, 
capturing her attention and pulling her into a vacant 
classroom.

We could still hear the music from the gym, so I asked 
her to dance.

We pulled each other close and swayed to the music. Her 
breasts felt really soft against me and she was grinding 
her pelvis into my crotch.

"I wish we could be dancing like this out there in 
public," she said.

"Me too," I agreed. "Meet me at my car, after the 
dance."

After the dance, as I was sitting in my car in the dark 
part of the parking lot, the passenger door opened and 
Kelly slid in.

We didn't say a word to each other and just like two 
high school kids, started to make out. Unlike our first 
kiss, these kisses were passionate, open mouth, French 
kisses.

Our breathing got very fast and shallow and my penis got 
extremely hard. I felt her hand, which she usually put 
on my upper thigh, slide up, and rest on my penis. She 
didn't squeeze or rub it; she just held it there.

Feeling this, I got bold. I put my hand on her upper 
thigh. Sensing no resistance, I slid it higher and more 
to the inside, yet not going all the way up to her 
panties.

When I did this, she slid her body forward so that my 
palm rested on her crotch. I didn't rub since she wasn't 
rubbing me but I could feel how hot and moist her 
panties were.

After ten minutes of making out, Kelly left to meet up 
with her parents who were picking her up.

***

I found myself in a real dilemma. I was starting to fall 
for a fourteen-year old and one of my students. It 
wasn't sex, we hadn't done anything yet and it wasn't 
love, it was too soon. 

This was one of societies biggest taboos yet it didn't 
feel wrong to either of us.

We decided that we shouldn't repress our feelings but 
agreed we had to use extreme discretion. Luckily we got 
to see each other every day at school. We kept our 
conversations about schoolwork when we were around 
others. We could sometimes sneak a hug or kiss in my 
office when no one was around.

I had a hard time concentrating when she was in my 
class.

I would wait in the hallway just to catch a glimpse of 
her.

She often wore tight tee shirts with no bra. Her nipples 
would poke out leaving little to the imagination. I 
think she wore these just to tease me.

We had to be creative for our other encounters. 
Oftentimes we would use my car, after nighttime 
activities like games or clubs. That usually resulted in 
just heavy make out sessions although we started to get 
more touchy/feely. These always had to be cut short 
because of her rides.

Then we figured out a way to spend weekend time in my 
apartment. Kelly started accepting more invitations to 
parties. After staying just a little while, she would 
come over to join me. Her parents never checked and this 
usually gave us two of three hours together.

We tried to use this time to do what normal dating 
couples would do. But instead of going out to the movies 
we would rent one on pay-per-view. Instead of going to a 
fancy restaurant we would get take out. But the best 
part was, instead of having to make out in the car, we 
had a whole apartment!

Like I said, our sessions were starting to get more 
intense. Whereas in the car, I only felt her breasts 
over her clothing, in here I finally had the privacy, to 
slip my hands under her shirt. As I felt her bare 
breasts, I was always able to make her nipples expand.

We also got bolder when it came to below. While I used 
to rub her over her panties, once in the apartment, I 
started pulling the crotch off to one side and fingering 
her bare pussy. Kelly too started reaching inside my 
underwear and rubbing my erect penis.

One evening while in the throngs of passion, we decided 
it was time to see each other naked. I stripped first. 
She was so fascinated finally seeing my eight-inch 
penis, she couldn't keep her hands off it. 

I then stripped her. I slowly pulled her tube top off 
and got a good look at her B-cup breasts. They were so 
cute I gave each nipple a little kiss.

Then I pulled off her shorts and came down to her 
panties. They were plain, white cotton, French cut 
bikinis, my favorite. They make a girls' hips look so 
sexy.

When I pulled them down I got the real treat. Her pussy 
was the most perfect I had ever seen. She had medium 
plush outer lips with just a thin coating of brown pubic 
hair. The protrusion of her clitoral hood poked out the 
top, pointing its way down to the treasure.

I wanted to put my mouth right on it and eat her out but 
we were not to that point in our relationship yet. We 
had not even had sex. She was only a freshman.

As we lay down making out, our naked bodies pressed 
against each other, her breasts against my chest, her 
bare pussy, now against my penis. As we rubbed each 
other that night, I brought her to her first orgasm at 
another's hand and she pumped me until my semen coated 
her inner thigh.

At this rate we knew we would be ready to go "all the 
way" soon and were just waiting for the right time. I 
ordered some birth control pills online, had them 
delivered to my apartment, and Kelly started taking 
them.

***

The right time finally came when Kelly was invited to a 
sleepover. She went for an hour and then excused herself 
to spend the rest of the night with me.

When she arrived I was ready. I had a candlelight dinner 
waiting with her favorite romantic music playing. We 
even had wine, but only a little. I didn't want the 
alcohol to influence her behavior.

After dinner Kelly excused herself and went into my 
bedroom and told me to wait. After a while she called me 
and I got quite a surprise. 

She was in my bed, naked covered only by the sheets.

Taking the hint, I stripped naked and slid in beside 
her. We melted into each other.

We opened our mouths and kissed, tasting each other's 
tongues. Our hands wandered all over each other's 
bodies.

It was obvious we were ready. It was obvious we were in 
love. I centered myself over her and felt my hard penis 
up against her pussy. As I pushed forward, it pressed 
against the opening, which was blocked by her hymen.

I wanted to be gentle so I pushed slowly. My penis went 
into her about an inch, stretching her hymen with it. I 
continued to push in another half inch and then I felt 
myself break through. Kelly looked at me with a tear in 
her eye and then put her open mouth over mine, giving me 
the most passionate kiss ever.

While she was doing this I slid all the way into her. 
After pausing a moment, I started to pump in and out, 
with slow, steady strokes. She felt so good I wanted it 
to last.

I had had sex before but it never felt like this. Her 
fourteen-year old pussy was not just tight; it was hot, 
smooth, and silky. Her pussy walls surrounded my shaft, 
stimulating it, like a thousand tiny fingers.

Soon I sped up and those pussy walls started clenching 
and unclenching my penis as she started to orgasm. It 
felt sooo good I could not last and shot the biggest 
load of semen I ever had, deep into her pussy.

When I pulled out, I watched a hot cream pie drip onto 
my sheets. It would not be the last load of the night.

We made love all night long; in every position we could 
and even tried oral sex. 

After a mellow morning "quickie', we took a shower 
together to wash away the evidence of our passion. Kelly 
then got dressed, to return home from her 'sleepover'.

***

Kelly and I were together secretly all through high 
school. After she graduated we wanted to make our 
relationship public. I knew, however, even though she 
was over eighteen, society would never stand for it if 
they knew she was a former student.

We decided to move to another state and I got a job at 
different school. 

Surprisingly now, everything was OK. No one batted an 
eye seeing me with an eighteen-year old. Everyone was OK 
since no one knew she was a former student. You can rest 
assured; all hell would have broke loose if they knew 
the truth. 

Oh the hypocrisy.

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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