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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- More Pedo Files - 8 by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com) *** After publishing The Pedo Files, a series where I asked men to give me real accounts of their encounters with young teen girls, I got hundreds of emails explaining that there were many more scenarios where a man could meet and have sex with young girls. I decided to also publish these stories. Part 8 is an account of how a self-proclaimed pedophile finds and seduces young girls. (Mf, ped, 1st, mast, oral, voy) *** Part 8 - The Lurker My name is Walter and I'm happily single. I am forty- years old. Unlike some of the accounts I have read on these Pedo Files, I always knew that I liked young girls. I don't mean real little girls. Even I think that's sick. I like girls who have reached puberty, you know, girls whose bodies biologically are ready to be fucked. Nature made them that way and who am I to deny nature. I find girls by hanging around in the same places that they do. Some might call me a lurker. I see myself as an opportunist. There are, in fact, many places young girls hang out. The top places include the playground, the mall, the school sporting event and the water park. These are great places for the little girl voyeur - that is one who likes merely looking at girls. I have found in all my years, one can almost never actually pick-up a girl at these places. Accounts on the Pedo Files are pretty spot-on. These mostly show that in order to do more than just look at young girls, one has to be in a position to interact naturally with them. The teacher, the coach, the store owner, the stepfather and even the lifeguard all are in positions where it is normal to get to know the girls on a regular and personal basis. Unfortunately I don't have a job or lifestyle that affords me any of these opportunities. But through trial and error, I did find the absolute best place to pick-up young girls for sex, which I will share here. That place is the bus or train station. The bigger the city - the better. The warmer the climate – the better. Here one can almost always find some runaway girl or girl escaping to find a new life. Here one can usually find a young girl who is willing to either trade sex for money or is just grateful for your help. I consider myself in the second category. I'm not talking now about being a pimp, I'm talking about being that person who helps a young girl when they need help most. And hey, if I get something in return, all the better! I'm here to share my technique and tell the story of Melody, one of the youngest girls I "helped". *** The bus station in downtown San Francisco is where I have had a lot of my success. That city tends to attract a more free spirit type of girl. That is probably left over from the 60's. I like to stake out the station in early evenings. It is when most of the travelers arrive hungry, tired, and needing a place to spend the night. I am an attractive looking man. I dress my age to appear fatherly. I think I look trustworthy and non- threatening. I like to stand where the passengers arrive and act like I am there to meet somebody. I check out any girls who are traveling alone, and try to determine if they are runaways or otherwise seeking a new start. With practice they are easy to spot. They almost always wear either denim jeans or cut-offs and faded tee shirts. They usually carry a backpack instead of a suitcase. And they always have an expression of confusion on their face, as if not knowing where to go or what to do next. I approach them with some variation of the following dialog. "Pardon me, did you see a girl on the bus about your age with black hair?" I ask. "She's the daughter of a friend of mine. She went off to be on her own and my friend thought she might be headed here. I came by to give her some help - food, money, and maybe a place to stay." When they tell me that they did not see her on the bus, I turn my attention to them. "You look new to this city," I continue. "Can I give you directions to where you are staying?" This inevitably leads them to admit that they don't have a place to stay and they ask if I know off any. Then I use the strategy of listing the expensive hotels that are nearby and tell them the prices. When they admit they don't have enough money I tell them that I have an idea. "I have an apartment nearby." I explain. "It has a spare bedroom. I got it ready for my friend's daughter. Since she's not here, you're more than welcome to use it along with her when she arrives." (Telling the girl that another will also arrive helps them feel safe.) More often than not they accept the invitation, since I present myself as helpful and trustworthy. If they are reluctant, I explain that I work all day and that they would have the place to themselves most of the time. This usually convinces them. Once they come with me, I take things very slow, never even hinting at anything inappropriate. After a few days, I inform them that my friend's daughter went elsewhere and they are welcome to stay as long as they want, all the time building trust. I set-up my apartment to appeal to young girls. I stock the kitchen with junk food. The spare bedroom is appropriately decorated for teens and there are spare clothes in the closet, supposedly for the girl I was going to help. I have a family room with a large screen TV, video games, and a computer. I tell the girls they are welcome to everything here. When they see I am single and willing to share my home, food and even help them find jobs, they inevitably have sex with me to show their gratitude. Now to be honest, usually this does not take a lot of convincing on my part. Most of these girls have been of high school age and probably sexually experienced before me. In time I would always help find the girls a job and help them move on and out. This process, though time consuming had been relatively easy. Then I picked up a girl whose reaction I was not sure of… *** Her name was Melody. Melody was the youngest girl I ever had come home with me. She was only thirteen–years old. I was not sure I should even become involved with a girl this young. Legality aside, I was not sure if it would even be wise to make sexual advances on a girl this young. Like I said, Melody was thirteen-years old and in middle school. She was about five feet tall with short blond hair, almost boy cut. Her body was anything but boy- like. Beneath her tee shirt I could tell she had nice A- cup breasts, which didn't yet need the support of a bra. The cut-offs she first wore clung tightly to her rounding butt while the denim dug into her crotch forming the slightest cameltoe. Her legs were long and smooth. Yes, she was young, but she certainly got my attention. As I drove her to my apartment, she told me her story. Melody, like many of the other girls, had run away from her home. Both of her parents were alcoholics and got very abusive when they were drunk. She had five younger siblings and her parents mainly used her as a babysitter and household slave. She refused to put up with it anymore. They gave her an ultimatum, which she refused so she ran away. I was concerned that someone might be looking for her and worried about my culpability in sheltering a girl so young. Melody assured me not to worry since they essentially kicked her out. No one would come looking for her. After only a few days, Melody became quite comfortable in my apartment. She enjoyed the video games, DVD's, and the computer. It seemed like for the first time in her life she didn't have the responsibly of caring to someone else's children or doing excessive chores. She was really too young to find a job so I was okay with her just hanging around the apartment all day while I was at work. She helped by doing household chores, laundry and even cooking when she could. Truthfully I liked having her around. She was a refreshing change from the drama and angst of some of the older girls. I hadn't had the opportunity to initiate sex with her yet, but made the most of the situation by enjoying the sight of her in her thirteen- year old outfits. The clothing she wore was typically tweeny. I started shopping with her at the local mall. I helped her pick out outfits that made her look particularly sexy for her age. She liked to wear short/shorts and crop tops, which always accentuated the best features of her legs, butt, and small breasts. My favorites were the sundresses. I always made sure they were short and tight. These she mainly wore when we explored the city together – China Town, Fisherman's Warf, etc. She got lots of double takes from the men we passed as we walked side-by-side. She started wearing the nightshirts I had left I the closet. They were cotton and very short. She was so comfortable around me; she would walk around in them before bed and when she first got up. I don't think she realized that I could see her white cotton panties beneath it as she lounged around. Melody was unconsciously teasing me with her looks. We only have one bathroom between, but not attached to the bedrooms. I looked forward to seeing her scamper by in just her towel on the way to and from the shower. I could hardly wait for the day I would inevitably see her naked. My apartment had a pool on the roof. Since Melody didn't have a swimsuit, I told her I would pick one up for her after work. I made sure to get one that was inappropriate for a thirteen-year old, yet totally appropriate to me. It was a red bikini with the skimpiest top and bottoms I could find. When I showed it to her, as with most young girls, she loved it and immediately went to try it on. When she came out, my jaw almost dropped. Seeing that body, I realized how much I liked younger girls. I tried to find other ways to get to see her body in different outfits. *** Luckily it was close to Halloween and there was a costume shop nearby. Being a fan of fantasy outfits, I took Melody there to pick one out for a party we were going to. Searching the racks, I went to the slutty girl section. I told Melody she needed to model them for me in order to pick out the right one. First she came out as a French Maid in a short black dress, white apron and black net stockings. These made her legs look extra sexy yet I wanted a costume that embraced her youth. I thought Naughty School Girl costume would do the trick. When she appeared in a short plaid skirt, white blouse, knee socks and tennis shoes I could barely contain my enthusiasm. When she lifted the front, to show me the "little girl" cotton panties that came with them, I almost came right there. The costume, though sexy, was not quite right for this party. (I had the clerk wrap it up anyway for some future activity.) Finally she came out in the Sexy Yoga Instructor costume. It consisted of a white Lycra leotard, legwarmers and a headband. The Lycra clung so tightly to her thirteen-year old body that every curve was accentuated. The nipples of her little breasts poked ever so delicately out the top. And the legwarmers highlighted her milky thighs. There was really no decision. We immediately settled on the Sexy Yoga Instructor Costume. I was happy since leotards and little girls are always a winner in my book. The next night we went to the party. Melody was in her leotard and I was dressed in workout shorts and a tee shirt. Now I have to go backwards and explain to you that my circle of friends include men who have the same "interests" as me, you know when it comes to taste in girls. This party was a gathering of these friends. There were about ten of us, each there to show off the latest little girl we had managed to be with. The girls were all young. They were wearing some of the same costumes Melody and me had seen at the shop. One little girl was dressed in a black cocktail dress and silk stockings. Her hair and face were made up to look like a twenty-year old. One of the thirteen-year olds looked really cute as a Playboy bunny. And there was a fifteen-year old dressed as Alice in Wonderland, in her little short dress, carrying a stuffed rabbit. The dress did little to hide the cotton panties beneath it. It was a real treat for everyone's eyes. The party was fun, but the real fun came after the party… *** When we got home, I offered Melody a drink as we sat on the couch in the living room. She was already relaxed from some drinks at the party as she sat around, completely comfortable in the white leotard. I again couldn't keep my eyes off of her and seeing her like this, gave me an instant hard-on that poked out the bottom of my shorts. I think she noticed it but didn't say anything. "Walter, wasn't it odd that all of those men were with much younger girls?" she asked. "I don't know," I answered. "Is it odd that I'm with you?" "Not really," she said. "It seems really natural with us. But it seemed like there was more going on with them." "And would that be so wrong?" I asked. "Well I guess not. In fact I see that you're thinking about me that way tonight," she said looking toward my crotch. "And would that be so wrong?" I asked again. "Well no," she answered. "I'm actually feeling the same. But you're so nice to me, I don't want you to think I'm some slut." "Melody, I'd never think of you that way," I said going over and putting my arms around her. Pulling her close, my body pressed into hers. For the first time I could feel her breasts pressing into me though the thin material of the leotard. I leaned over and placed my open mouth over hers. She in turn opened her lips and stuck in her tongue. Then I felt her hand on my lap. It was feeling the end of the eight-inch cock sticking out of my shorts. She was far more forward than I thought. All of my patience had finally paid off. Feeling her hand on my cock gave me permission to go for broke. I reached up and peeled the leotard down to her waist. Her two little A-cup breasts popped out. They were so much more forbidden than the other teenage breasts I had seen. Reaching over, I had to have a feel. My hand was able to cover the entire left mound as my palm rubbed her nipple. It quickly became erect. I then went and did the same to the other. My mouth was dying to have a taste so I took the nipples between my lips, one after the other. They seemed to expand even more. As I was doing this, Melody raised my tee shirt and pulled it over my head. We mashed our bare chests into each other. There was nothing quite like the feeling of those soft mounds against me. As we embraced, I felt her hand continue to rub my cock. Wanting to give her better access I raised my hips and she pulled my shorts all the way off. Then she rose up so that I could do the same to her leotard. Sitting side-by-side, with me naked and Melody in only her legwarmers, I reached between her legs and placed my hand on her pussy, rubbing my finger up and down her slit. She was already wet and I worked my way down to her even wetter pussy hole. Pushing my finger inside, I was immediately stopped by her hymen. Not wanting to break it this way I moved my hand up to her clitoris. It was unusually large and fleshy for a girl her age. Using my index finger I massaged the bottom while rubbing circles around the top. I could tell she really liked this. She began trying to catch her breath under my open mouth surrounding hers. After a while I felt her whole body shake in an orgasm. When she did her hand clenched tightly around my cock. I was happy for this stayed my ejaculation. I definitely wanted to cum somewhere else! After her orgasm, she hugged me tight, seeming to not ever want to let me go. I had other ideas, pulled our bodies apart and laid her on the couch. Working my way down her body, I got my first close look at a thirteen- year old pussy. Like her breasts, it was unlike the older teenage pussies I was used to. Instead of being plushy, she had two thin outer lips surrounding a tiny slit. She had some pubic hair but it was so blond and short, it was like peach fuzz. Her clitoris was still engorged, making what I had in mind next, much easier. Placing my mouth down there, I clamped my lips around the distended flesh. It was accessible enough that I could both suck and lick it at the same time. At one point I worked my way down the slit to her pussy hole where her juices were flowing freely. What I couldn't drink, I worked back up to her clit, which I moistened to a light glaze. It didn't take long until her body was shaking again, her pussy thrashing against my jaw. I don't think Melody ever felt anything that intense in her life. But before she could quite comprehend what happened, I was up over her, with my penis resting on her pussy hole. Looking each other right in the eye, she gave me the unmistakable look of permission to proceed. Pushing forward I felt my cock entering her pussy and coming to rest on her hymen. I had several teenage virgins in the past and every one reacted differently. I wondered how she would act. I rocked in and out slowly, pushing the membrane inward more which each thrust. I watched her face closely for signs of how she was feeling. All I could read on Melody's face was impatience. Before I could react, she reached around put her hands on my butt, and pulled me into her hard and deep. I felt myself bust through her hymen and saw the expression of satisfaction on her face. Melody was grinning big, like she had just been the one to get the best of me. I certainly didn't mind. After resting inside to savor the feeling, I began to pump in and out slow and deep. The inside of her pussy was the tightest I ever had. It was also elastic and seemed to cling equally to both the shaft and my cockhead. It felt so amazing I wanted it to last, which was why I continued to fuck slowly. Being so turned on, Melody, however, wanted it fast and hard. She rammed her pussy up onto my cock at an ever- increasing pace. I continued to, try to keep it slow. Melody also wanted me deeper. She bent her knees and wrapped her legwarmer-covered thighs around my hips, pulling me as deep as I had ever been. I felt the inside of her vaginal canal squeezing my cockhead. Finally I gave in and started to pump fast and deep. As I did, I felt her insides expanding and contracting around my whole cock. When this happened I pumped even faster. As she came again, I felt myself shooting load upon load of hot cum deep into her pussy. (From observing her habits, I knew this was safe time of the mouth for her.) Pulling out, I delighted in watching the cream pie flow out of her hairless pussy. Melody lay there with an even bigger smile on her face. From that point on, we embarked on the next phase of our relationship. Melody moved into my bedroom. I arranged to have her go on the pill. We fucked constantly, and I taught her everything I knew about sex. The little thirteen-year old became quite the little sexpot. She stayed with me for almost a year. *** One day on a whim she phoned home. She learned that her parents had gone through rehab and had gotten their life together. They really wanted her to come home and she agreed. Saying goodbye at the bus station was hard. "You should leave now," she said boarding the bus. "That's okay, I'll just wait until the bus leaves," I said, with one eye on another thirteen-year old getting off the arriving bus. Once a pedophile, always a pedophile I guess… More accounts to follow... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 86