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My confession starts a few months ago. I lived my life as a normal man, which lived his life to the full. I had a good job and many friends. I had a lot of one-night stands, and if I were short of someone willing, I would pay. Life was good to me. I was a man in the top of his years and the top of his job. I had every material thing that I could ever want. The only thing I needed was a wife and family. I always thought that these could wait.

How life twists and screws thing up. Before my 34^th birthday, the doctor told me I had cancer. The fast sinning life has caught up with me. I had three to six months to live. I was broken. I was not finished with life. I just got started. I did not want it to end. Like many others in my situation, I felt sorry for myself. I soon lost my job. The pain and agony was enormous that I couldn’t stand it. My body was fading away. What friends I had were no longer there. They did not want to see death, who blames them?

But as I said, the agony was too much. There was not a second of the day where I did not see my body turn to more and more to a corpse. The once proud body now had a strange colour, which made me look like the living dead. Even though my body looked like a corpse, I had the will to live. I wanted to live, at all costs.

The day came when I would pay this cost, not only me but others as well. I was in bed, crumped up in agony as I fought to forget the pains that I had and I fought to breath. Then I noticed a guy wearing a black suit standing over me. He put a bottle on my table.

“Poor you, you are in pain,” He said, “This bottle will give you eternal life with no pain. Eternal youth and no death will be yours. But I warn you that there is a price to pay. Before you drink it, you should hear that…."

Of course I didn’t listen. I took the bottle with what life I had left in me and drank it all. It was bitter and I could see that my body was glowing. The pain silently and quickly disappeared and I could breathe again. I smiled. No pain and I looked like I did months ago. I beat death. How many can boast about this? I jumped up and seen his face. I was so grateful to this strange doctor. That I wanted to hug him

However he looked at me, with a seriousness that I would never forget.

“You should have listened to me before you drank that”

“But I feel great now. Thank you. Doctors have given up on me. Why did you help me?”

“That potion comes with a curse. You should have listened to me. The curse will follow you the rest of your life. “

“What curse?” I asked laughing. “Am I now a vampire?”

“No, you are a pedopire. This means that you will now molest and rape children for eternity. You will be something you hate all your life. You will be a paedophile.”

“You are one sick bastard. No way will I do this.”

“Like a vampire who does not get blood. You will need the body of a young person. If you do not, the pain and longing you have will be far worse than you experienced in the last few months. I can tell you this much. The children will hate you. They will be afraid of you. Yet some children will lust after you. Usually these will be children that need attention that and love they never got from their parents.

As for parents, they will look and stare at you molesting their child. They might even encourage you to do this. Even though they are not paedophiles and hate people like you. After you molest their angels, they will live in shame for the rest of their life, as they just have looked upon while you abused and molested their child.

Note this that parents that has a cross on will not be under this spell. They will be themselves and most likely try to fight you off.”

“You are one sick bastard. The poor children”

“You will more of a sicker bastard than I am. I told you that you should have listened to me before you took the drink.”

“Who are you, the devil himself?”

“The devil? ha ha. I am much worse than he is. Goodbye to you, the newest member of the pedopire family”

He vanished and I felt like I was going to vomit. No way was I going to molest a child. I had my health back and I was living and breathing. Maybe I cheated death, but I did not have to accept its conditions. I decided right there that I would never molest a child. N-E-V-E-R

The next day I had a yearning. I did not realize what was wrong with me. It was like an anxiety attack. I walked back and forth in the flat. I couldn’t relax. I even tried sitting down watching sitcoms on TV. I thought they would bore me to hell. It didn’t work. Then I tried to look in the mirror to see if I had fangs. I didn’t so it wasn’t because I needed blood. The feelings got stronger and stronger. It was agony. It was like I did not have sex for years. I decided to drink a bottle of wine. Maybe If I got drunk, I could get rid of the feeling and agony.

It didn’t help that I turned the Channel to Disney Channel. Cole and Dylan Sprouse were on. They were two young boys in a sitcom. But one of them just came out with a towel over him. I didn’t hear a word that he said. My cock was so hard that it was bursting. I could not believe that I was getting a hard on over a child, and what’s worse he is a boy. I stared at him thinking what it would be like to rape him. The boy was so cute that he deserved it. What was I talking about? It was a boy. I am not gay. He was also underage.

I decided to go out for a walk. I remembered what the devil or whoever he was said, “Goodbye, the newest member of the pedopire family” Was he right that the only way I could get rid of this craving was to find a child. The agony and yearning I did was worth not hurting a child. I was going to fight these urges and then not molest any child, which would mean that my soul would end in hell.

I sat down on the bench and this girl was pulling at her mother’s dress. Her Mother was more occupied in gossiping to her friend that she did not realize that the girl was staring at me. I tried to look at the mother. She obvious had no cross on and neither did her friend.

The girl came closely to me. She could see the tent in my shorts and it was like she was in a trance. I was also in a trance, as I knew that she was probably a girl that didn’t get enough love and wanted to get some sort of attention and love with me...

She sat on my leg and started wiggling around. A part of me wanted to rip off her clothes and fuck the living daylights out of her 6-year-old body. The old part of me wanted to fight back and protect the child. I could see her panties as she lifted her dress. I had to do everything from letting my hand caress the smooth panties.

It was like she was in a daze and was brainwashed. She was wiggling on my knee making me nearly go wild. I felt like there was an animal inside me wanting to get out and use her like a rag doll.

Her mother didn’t help. She was also in some sort of daze. She was saying to the poor slut girl to wiggle around on my lap and make me feel good. Maybe it would help if she took her panties off.

When the girl started taking her panties off, I took what humanity I had in me and lifted her off my lap. I ran away as the girl stood there crying.

I have won over the Pedopire instincts. I had a chance to molest a girl, and even though deep in my heart I would have given anything to do it, I won over these new desires I had.

A few minutes later, I could feel the animal inside me. Every time I heard a Childs voice, the animal in me roared louder. The agony and wanting to see them became worse. I was in despair. I needed sex to get rid of this feeling. The devil was right. It was worse than the pain and agony I had when I had when I had cancer. I had to do something

I could beat the Pedopire family. It was getting late at night. I went around the block and by coincidence looked at a bedroom window. It was a girl about 13 years old. She was getting undressed. Why did she not close her curtain when she was getting dressed? I could see her tits and even a bit of her pubic hair. She was young and yet not a child. She would get rid of the animal inside me. Without thinking, I jumped for fun towards her window. Imagine the shock I got when I jumped two stories and landed on her window. It was still locked. Without thinking once again, I blinked my eyes and the window opened. I jumped in and grabbed the young girl by and stopped her from screaming. I lied and said I would not hurt her if she would stay quiet.

She was probably in shock as she wondered how I came into her room. Hell, I had the same feelings. How did I jump so high and open her window?

“How old are you?”

“13 please don’t hurt me.”

“Are you a virgin? “

“Why?”

“Are you?”

“No”

“Whom did you have sex with?” Then an image of her father having sex with her went through my head. I didn’t need to know the answer.

I then pushed her on the bed. She was naked anyhow because she was getting changed before I came. I was about to stick my cock in her when it suddenly went limp. What was happening? For days felt like I had to fuck someone to death and now this was a chance. It just was small and as much as shrivelled as could be. I was so confused.

Then I heard a voice in me say, “Nice try. But you need a child, a child that is before puberty. No hair and flat chest. There is no easy way out.”

I felt like screaming. I got up off the relieved 13 year old and paced back and forth. The agony was now so large that I felt like jumping from the nearest bridge.

Then I heard a muffle from the next room. I got an image in my head that a father was rubbing the cheek of his daughter. I ignored the 13 year old and went to the next room where I saw the father sitting on the bed rubbing his 9 year old daughter. I looked at the dad. He had a cross around his neck. The hypocrite!

“What are you doing in my house”?

“The Question should be what did you plan to do with your daughter?” I answered.

I can see the girl started getting a daze on her face. She crawled on the bed over to where she gave me a hug around the waist. I was just standing there and suddenly the agony and monster started to subdue. One hug from a child meant that I could feel alive once again.

The Dad just looked and told his daughter to get off of me. Of course he just wanted her for himself. She did not. She rose to her feet and started kissing me on the lips. First she started nibbling my mouth and then her tongue went in. I was now lost in this. Maybe I have put her under some spell, but the peace I felt in me let her tongue dive in me as I caressed her back.

Her dad rushed and tried to push me away from her. With one hand, I pushed him in the air and he hit the ceiling and landed on the chair. He was unable to move and I just found a new super strength power I had. He was crying on the chair in distraught that his nine year old was acting like a slut in the company of a stranger and not him.

I in the mean time I was caught up in the girl. I took of her nightdress and felt her smooth body all over. I never knew that children’s bodies were so smooth. I never knew that their bodies were so sexy. I started licking her flat chest, which had small bumps. I was so excited. I wanted her to like this. I wanted it to be better than if her dad had molested her. The taste was sublime and I got more and more lost in the girl.

My mouth went down to her belly and she moaned and said more, as I licked her belly button. I didn’t even notice that her dad was crying as my head went down further to her pussy. It was so hairless, so smooth and smelled like flowers. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could want to savour any moment. Gone were those anti paedophile views I had. No I felt alive as the girl groaned.

Then I put her on her back and raised her small legs over my shoulder. My cock was by now big and ready and without consideration I put it in her cunt. It was extremely tight and I felt like she would squeeze the cock off. I called her every name from cunt baby to slut. She was screaming as I popped her cherry. (Surprising that her Dad did not do this yet.)

I was alive. The monster that I tried hiding in me was out in the open. I was now molesting a child, something that she will remember for the rest of her life and use endless amounts of money to get counselling. I didn’t care as my cum poured in the little child. I pulled out as she curled in a ball calling for her mother.

I looked at his father. Tears were running down his eyes too. I do not know whether it was because he was in pain. But I could nearly read his mind. It must be one of these powers a pedopire has. He now saw someone abusing and molesting his daughter. He now knew what it looked like and it taught him a lesson. Look, do not touch.

I went home and slept. I feel full of life. The monster in me was tame. The agony was gone. I had nightmares about molesting the child and woke up in a sweat, what did I do? It wasn’t really me! It was the monster inside me that did it to her. Why did I not have any sympathy for her? Did this mean I was now a pedo? Or can I blame this secret monster or demon inside me.

I had to go out and find today’s ration. One thing I did decide is that I would never want the agony and the feelings that were inside me to rage again. This mean I had to rape every child in the world.

I decided to go down to the playground. There was no one there except a mother and her 10-year-old son. I was sitting watching the boy playing, thinking that he had no problems. That if he got cancer in 20 years’ time that he should die of cancer and not drink anything.

Whatever the case, I seen him coming over to me with his mother

“Say what I said,” The mother said

“Mom said if it’s ok if I feel your trousers.” The boy said. His mother had no cross on, so she was under the spell and there were tears in the boy’s eye.

“Why not? “ I said

The boy started feeling my cock with his small hands, and no doubt the monster in me was awakening. At any case, the cock was standing straight

His mother said to take it out. The boy looked at her but she looked at him as if he should do it or get spanked. The boy took out my Cock and started rubbing up and down. His hands were shaking pretty much as he did this and I wonder what was going through his mind. A part of me didn’t care.

Then the mother told him to suck it. Of course she said that in a way that he could understand. My mind got a glimpse of what he thinking, that is he was not a faggot and queer  

“You are gay” I said laughing, “Once you get my cum in your mouth, you will be a baptized gay.”

More tears ran out of his eyes as he starting bobbing up and down. I never really did like children until now. They are noisy and annoying, but feeling his head bobbing up and down, I knew now that I wanted to play with children, or was that the monster in me speaking?

His mother was cheering him on as he sucked my cock. He was born to do this; I didn’t even have to tell him to be careful with his teeth.

“Be a good cocksucker,” His mother said, “I don’t know why I didn’t think about this earlier, but you look so sexy sucking that big paedophiles cock. Remember to swallow all his cum.”

This took me over the top. While he was crying as my cum was filling his mouth. He did his best to swallow the most of it.

After I was empty, his mother fell to the ground. The daze was gone, she was herself once again. She hugged the boy.

“Sweetie, what did I do, How could I make you suck that man? How could I make you swallow? I am so sorry. Will you be able to forgive me? I can never forgive myself”

The boy never forgave her and years later she committed suicide

I stood up and walked away. The monster in me was winning and he wanted more prey

I was walking away from the last child. What would he do in the future? Would my molesting him destroy what spirit he had and make him a shadow of himself until the day he dies? Or would he become a cocksucking faggot, wanting more and more. It was my fault. I was now the worse imaginable monster the world knew, a monster that steals the innocence of children. The alternative is not nice. I can live with an increased pain and longing and agony, or I can find a child and destroy its life. I am to weak a man to think of others.

The next morning the usual longing and pain and yearning were back. I knew what it was as pictures of children were going through my head. They were no longer children they were objects. I looked in the mirror. I could see that as every day passed, I was becoming a paedophile monster and less of what I was. I was now the one thing in the world that I hated most. I was transforming to something close the devil himself.

I went into the cinema in the afternoon. There was some Walt Disney film being shown. The cinema was very empty. There were only two families there. In the front, there was a mother and her daughter, and a grandmother and a daughter halfway back in the cinema. I sat with the grandmother and her slut to be granddaughter.

They were a bit surprised that I was sitting there, but the Grandmother went into a daze. She no cross on her. Her granddaughter was about 11 years old and was wearing a tight top and leggings. I must admit that she looked very sexy with this outfit, and this must be a problem with the young people today that they did dress like they were grownups. Maybe this was what humanity I had left in me trying to justify what was about to happen?

Granny looked at me and then looked at her daughter.

“Samantha, I think that you should take off your top so the gentleman could see how your boobs are growing. I am so proud of them and would like others to see them”

“Granny! “ The girl protested while going red in embarrassment. That didn’t stop me from putting my hands towards her top and lifting it up. Samantha sat very quiet and rigid, like a stone statue. She was unable to move, as she was naked from the waist up. I started feeling her flat boobs and stomach while whispering into her ear that she was a good bimbo, and I am sure that boys at school want to do this to her all the time. She started mumbling no, that she was a good girl and pleaded that I would leave her alone. I was gone too far to do this, and the monster in me was now about to take the next victim.

I started pulling down her leggings until she sat naked in the chair. Her granny was saying that she always thought her granddaughter dressed as a whore, and now she could see that she was one. This cut through Samantha’s heart as she always loved her grandmother, and now heard what her grandmother was saying about her.

I started rubbing her pussy and it was very wet, even before I touched it. Maybe it was because of the teasing from her grandmother or maybe she was now naked in a public place. Her cunt was very tight and she screamed as my finger dug in and in until I broke her cherry. Tears were running down her eyes while I was kissing her nipples and my finger was buried deep inside of her.

Then the granny lifted her up on my lap, and watched while my cock was going deep into her cunt. Samantha wriggled in pain and begged me to stop. The two in the front looked back and didn’t know what was happening. I started riding Samantha slowly. A part of me wanted her to like this experience. A part of me did not care. The agony that I was feeling inside was quickly disappearing. I was now beginning to feel stronger. After a few minutes, there were both groans and crying coming from Samantha. She didn’t like my dick in her cunt, but she has never experienced anything like it before. It both hurt and deep down it gave her pleasure. She was no longer a virgin, and from now on she would have the pedopires scar.

After I let my sperm enter Samantha, I pulled out my cock. Samantha had sat as small and crumpled as she could in the chair. Her grandmother came to her senses and starting apologizing to the girl. “I will never speak with you again.” Samantha replied to her grandmother. Her grandmother cried more not being able to come into contact with her granddaughter.

While I was feeling a bit bad about the family break up that I have caused, I felt something on my lap. It was the girl in the front role. She was bouncing up and me, and as you expected I was standing to attention once but a part of me was trying to fight her off. She was too young. I know children had to be my prey, and I didn’t know why they had to be so young. Maybe it will scar them more. But here was a 4-year-old girl on top of me.

She quickly lowered herself and without a word, put my cock in her mouth. A glimpse went through my head that she also has done this with her dad. From the wet feeling of her mouth, I knew that this was true. She was a great cocksucker and my cock loved her mouth and it became more and more swollen in her mouth

Then Samantha looked at her grandmother, and gave her an “I hate you face”. She lowered herself on the floor and lifted the little girls dress while she lowered herself under the small girl. “Are you proud of me now, granny?” Samantha said, as she stuck out her tongue and started to lick the girl’s pussy. This was unbelievable. I was getting one of the best blowjobs I ever got and looking at an 11 year old defy her grandmother by sucking another girl’s pussy. I smiled as the all too young girl was swallowing my load

The 4 year olds mother thought she was going to the toilet, and was looking for her since. She got a shock of her life when she seen her swallowing my cum.

“What the hell are you doing, Stop that and I am reporting this to the police, you perv. “She said as she started at me

“Don’t be mad mummy. His white stuff tastes better than Daddies”

Her mother fainted while I got up and walked out. Samantha was still licking the little girl.

When I was walking out of the cinema, I had seen a priest. He came up to me and said, “I know who you are. The monster in you will grow and grow and eat what bit of humanity you have left. You are doing the devils work. You are destroying lives. I can help you. I can save you.” I pushed him aside.

On my way home, I walked by the football field. There were some boys playing football. They looked so cute in their shorts. I saw two of them walk behind some bushes. I wonder what they were up to. I decided to sneak in the bushes to see. They had their shorts down and were looking at some porn magazine that they found. They were about 12 years. I thought that they would be too old, as they were bound to be in puberty. But I looked at my cock. It was now as hard as ever.

I slowly went behind them and stood over them. They were too engrossed in the magazine that they did not even notice me. I stood behind them and started to piss over them. They were shocked as they turned around. So shocked that their clothes were becoming wet and piss was flying down over their faces.

They didn’t try to run away, but I can see tears running down their face, “You are to sissy faggots that are trying to look at a magazine.” I said laughing. They were deeply humiliated and mad. They were not faggots. I smiled as I could hear what they were thinking. Maybe they are not gay, but they soon will be.

I took the blonde boy and pushed my cock in his mouth. His teeth scratched me a bit but he quickly learned how to suck, as I kept sucking his mouth. His friend just sat in shock. I do not understand why he did not just run away. But he smelled of piss, what would he tell his friends? The young blonde was really a sissy, and I had sudden flashes of him in my mind dressing up in his sister's clothes at home. I could also read his mind that this was not as bad as he expected. The loud groans and the fact that he closed his eyes concentrating on the blowjob was proof that he always wanted to try this.

His friend looked at him sucking and said, “You like this, you are a gay. I thought you were my friend. I never knew you were so gay that you would suck some pervs dick, and look now your swallowing his gizz, why don’t you just spit it out?”

Then I took his friend that was disgusted in what he just seen his friend doing and put him on the ground dog style. I said to the blonde boy that he should stick his cock in his friend’s mouth. His friend obviously did not like sucking. He was calling names and everything in between a cock going in and out of his mouth.

My cock was up and standing once again. I was quite mad at this bigot friend for calling his best friend up to now gay, and not accepting or supporting his friend. I pointed my dick towards his virgin hetero ass and stuck it in. It was tight, but I was quite horny seeing him sucking his friend and at the same time being fucked by me. He was screaming, but his friend’s cock was muffling this. He was afraid that he would die with my cock inside him. He should consider himself lucky, that his blonde friend could not sperm. But he did get sperm in his ass. He was now a gay bitch.

That night, I thought about the priest. He said that I ruined people’s lives. Is this true? I thought about Samantha, the innocent girl that lost her cherry, despite that she did not want it. I destroyed the relationship she had with her grandmother. She did not know that her grandmother was under a spell.

I also raped the two football boys, and their friendship was now gone. Maybe one boy was gay in nature, but he most likely wanted it to be a secret and at one stage fall in love with someone, not being raped.

I did destroy lives. Just to save my life. But was I alive anymore, or is my purpose now just to go on one long hunt? I was the living dead.

I woke up the next day. The usual pains and agony was back. I decided to go to the mall. At least there was a lot of prey that I could look at. It was true. There were so many girls and boys that were walking with their mother.

I could see the children that were abused, as they suddenly went into a daze and started flirting with me. They didn’t realize that when they were flashing their undies, that others could see it. But it was a lovely sight, seeing some girls of all ages showing their panties, even though the adults around them scolded them and were totally shocked. Once in a while a child would come up to me and brush his or her hand against my cock. This made their parents mad. Saying they shouldn’t do that and all the things a parent should say.

I walked into a children’s store. I walked to the back. A girl just came out to show her mother a new dress that she was going to wear to her aunts wedding. The mother said its pretty, but try the other dress on so they can see which one was the nicest.

I walked up to the mother. I saw she had no cross on.

“How old is your daughter”

“8”

“What is her name?”

“Molly”

“Do you really love her?”

“Yes, More than anything”

“Then it will hurt you when I steal her innocence. I am going to rape your daughter”

The mother stood in a daze.

I walked into the changing room. Molly was in her panties reaching for the other dress. She seen me and started to cover her flat breasts, telling me that she was busy. I didn’t say anything. Then she said to go out. I didn’t say anything. I just started caressing her hair. Her mother was standing at the door.

My hands went down the girl’s breast as I started kissing her cheeks and then explored her mouth with my tongue. A few weeks ago I would have killed the person that could have done this to a child. Now my tongue was feeling her teeth, the top of her mouth, swirling around her tongue as I could feel a tear come down her eyes. My hands were feeling her nipples that were going hard. She let out a soft moan as my hands were starting to go lower. I found her panties and quickly pulled them down. My finger caressed her pussy lips as she let out another moan. She tried to pull away from me.

Molly looked at her mother, maybe hoping for salvation. But her mother just told her to let me do what I wanted, that I would make her feel good. I had to smile. I wonder if the mother would feel like afterwards. Molly was confused. Her mother always told her not to let anyone do this to her, and now she was letting someone do it.

I would let her think. My mouth was now exploring her pussy. My mind went back to the warning that I got that innocent children that were never abused or neglected would hate what I did with them. Usually I could get some flashes in my mind about children getting abused, but this girl was an innocent girl. Why was she moaning and pushing her pussy into my tongue? Ok, she had tears in her eyes, but it’s usually much worse.

I sat on a chair and pushed her to her knees. I told her to suck my cock. She started kissing it and after a while, I got impatient and just pushed her head so my cock went in. She gagged a little and for some reason I felt sorry for her and let her suck without chocking.

Her mother came in and started feeling her daughter’s cunt. I could hear Molly’s thoughts as she was screaming in her head for her mother to stop. Her mother was deep under a spell

Molly was getting her mouth fucked by my pedopire cock and her mother was finger fucking her. My devil boss would be glad. Whatever the case was, my cock was very happy as it felt the inside of her mouth. The sperm that I blew into her mouth soon mixed her saliva.

I got up and quickly walked out. When I was at the door, I heard the sales assistant say, “Call the police, this woman is abusing her daughter!”

Outside the shop I walked into the same priest that I saw the day before, “This woman will go to prison. You have stolen Molly’s innocence and now her mother. How many lives will you ruin just to save your life? I can help you”

“Do you know that half the priests are paedophiles, why don’t you save them?” I walked away.

As I came home, I thought what the priest had said. He was right. Every day, I was becoming more and more of a monster. My conscience was no longer as strong as it was before. I did not speculate so much over if molesting children was wrong. I just did it. A conscience is what separates humans from animals and monsters, and the devil.

I was sweating. I decided I would harm no one. I would not molest any more. I went to the kitchen and took a knife. Vampires just need to get a stake through their heart. So this would do. I aimed towards my heart and plunged it in. The pain was unbearable. It was skin being torn apart, a cold blade against my mussels and organs. The pain was also met with relief. Children would be safe against me molesting them. At least they would be safe from me.

The world went grey, and then black. I closed my eyes and was waiting to come to hell.

The devil was sitting on his chair, “Do you think that stabbing yourself in the heart will stop you from becoming a pedopire? You have been warned that you have eternal life. You should have listened to me before you decided life. Now your destiny is to destroy innocence. A child’s innocence is a great gift from God and shows his beauty. We are now destroying this….”

The doorbell rang. I suddenly woke up back in my flat. I gasped for air as life re-entered my body. I had seen the blood on the floor and my clothes. I shouted at the door I would be there. It could be the police that were after me. I quickly changed my clothes and cleaned away the blood. There would be no proof that I killed myself, only to live again. How stupid could I be, how do you kill the living dead?

I opened the door. It was the six year old that was on my knee the other day. Her mother was standing beside her.

“I am so sorry to interrupt you. But ever since Amy met you in the park, she wanted you to be your baby sitter. I said we didn’t know you. Then we saw you come here yesterday. I know you don’t know us, but my friends really want to have a girl’s night out, and I can’t take Amy with me. So would you take care of her tonight?”

How stupid could the mother be? She seen the way that Amy was squirming on my knee and the she seen me desiring after her. How could she just ask a stranger to baby-sit her daughter? The man could be a paedophile. He could be a pedopire.

I said fine. She said that she would be back in a few hours.

I sat down. I still felt bad about not being able to end this. Amy was the one girl that escaped me so far, and now she was coming back to finish the job.

“I am going to marry you,” she giggled as she gave me a hug. She was once again on my lap squirming around.

“You are too young. I am too old.”

Then she gave me a kiss. It was the first time that she kissed, but she was good. She nibbled my bottom lips as her hands went under my shirt and started feeling my stomach. Was I not supposed to seduce her?

She laughed, thinking that I looked worried.

“Am I too young when I can do this?” she said as her tongue dived into my mouth. Who am I to stop her?

Then she raised her dress and took it off. She looked at me staring at her underdeveloped body. I started licking her nipples and she moaned and said that this means that we will get married. I doubt that, but we can be boyfriend and girlfriend for now. Her nipples were hard, and she was groaning and groaning. I was afraid that she was having an orgasm even before we started.

“Do you like my body? Am I sexy enough for you?”

“Yes you are”

“Then I will be your slut. Mummy always calls me that. I don’t think that she really loves me.”

I took my clothes off and then her panties. My finger was exploring her pussy as her hands were feeling my cock. I could not feel her hymen so I was confused, was she a virgin or not. Amy must be a mind reader because she said that she used her mummy’s fake cocks because they made her feel good. She was a slut before she met me, or just maybe a girl that experienced love through plastic things.

Now she was experiencing love through my tongue as it found her clit. She was shaking like crazy and begging me not to stop. I was not going to stop. By now I was lying down on her bed, and she quickly found out how to do a 69’er. I could feel her small wet mouth on my cock and she started treating it like it was the best Popsicle she ever had. For 6, Amy was an expert cocksucker and her clit tasted so good, I could have been there for months. Amy had one orgasm after another one and at last my sperm went into her mouth. She swallowed some and then coughed, and after she composed herself a bit, she swallowed and licked the rest of it up.

After that, she on the bed, crying. I put my arm around her and asked what the matter was,

“Why did I do that? Why was I so rude? I don’t know why I put your thing in my mouth”

“Don’t worry about it. Maybe you should wait to learn about this and not be slutty. There are some men that like children, and they just want to have sex with them. They are called pedo.

“Like you”

Her mother collected her, and didn’t seem to mind that Amy looked sad. It was right, her mother did not care.

Just after she went the phone rang

“Hello, this is Father Conan”

“Yes?”

“How many more victims are you going to molest? I bet you call them prey. They are really victims, are they not?”

“The last girl was not molested, she wanted it. It was her that seduced me”

“She did not want to suck your cock. It should have been up to you as an adult to give her love, not the sexual lustful love. You gave her something she did not want or need. How many more will fall in your hands?”

“It is my destiny. It is my curse”

“You will have to sacrifice your life to save others. I can save you and many children, but the choice is up to you! I will meet you tomorrow at your next victim.”

I had a lot to think about

The next day, I was feeling the agony and the pain once again. I tried to kill myself. It didn’t work. I just had to accept that I was a pedopire.

I walked down town. I walked past an orphanage. The door was open. What a better place to find enough children that would satisfy the monster in me for a hundred years. I sneaked in. The place was very quiet. Then I heard a cry.

I walked into a room, and there was a little baby girl.

I stood by her and took off her diaper. She had a lovely pussy and without wasting time, I started licking her pussy. But as soon as I found the clit, I heard a voice. It was Father Conan.

“Now you will abuse a baby. How low can you get? You are losing your humanity.”

I said nothing

“Don’t you want to be saved?”

“I tried, but it did not work”

“I can save you, you have a choice. To end this monster in you and save children or to continue, making this world a sadder and darker place”

I thought about it. The part that molested girls and boys, was that really me? A part of me heard their pain and screaming and tears when I molested them. The molesting them was because my urges and agony had to disappear. I did not care about their future. I turned to a selfish monster. What humanity I had in me said that this had to stop.

“Did you decide”?

I nodded.

The priest walked with me home. He took some holy water and wet my cock with it. It hurt like anything. He said the pain I was experiencing was the pain of the victims. The pain they would have through their life. Now I am cleansing them and I was cleansing myself. The pain was unbelievable. I could see smoke rise from my cock, as it painfully started to disappear.

My cock was gone, and suddenly my body returned to what it was before I became a paedophile. I was now a cancer stricken man. The agony and pain was back and I knew I only had days to live.

Father Conan was there all the time. He took care of me.

He told me that there was not long to go. I said I have two questions,

“Will God forgive me”?

“If we are sorry for what we did, he will.”

“This is a bit personal. Can you help Amy and make sure that someone loves her for who she is and not a slut or sex object, but loved the way you talked about”

“She has started at Church as an altar girl. She helps with the old people and I can tell you that she is loved.

I closed my eyes.

If this was you, would you have drunk the potion? Would you have let Father Conan save you?

Blackness. I was dead.