Perverts 'R' Us

Trying to Keep it Legal

By Old Boy ( M, f, g )

NOTE: This account is partly autobiographical and partly fictional. I leave it to you, the reader, to figure out which is which.

Chapter 1

I am a pedophile, a lover of children, little girls in particular. I have been that way from my youngest years, when I got a little neighbor girl of four to take off her clothes and play 'doctor' with me. I was three years older, seven, and we were playing in her back yard. I was fascinated to discover that girls did not have penises. Instead they had cute little cracks between their legs. Fumbling around with the first pussy I had ever seen, my touches made the little girl giggle, and then she lost control and peed. I was amazed to see that girls pee from their cracks. Until then I had thought of penises as essential equipment.

Just at that time, the lady who lived next door saw what we were doing in the girl's back yard. She came outside screaming, and told us to get our clothes back on. She said that she was going to call my mother, and tell her what she saw me doing with the little girl. I slunk on home, waiting for some terrible punishment; a punishment that never came.

Looking back on it I think the lady maybe decided not to call my mother, or else my mother may not have believed her. But the dread of waiting for such a punishment changed me. I became terribly shy with girls, afraid to get close to them. That continued on into my adult years. I adored girls and the thought of being intimate with them, but for me they were unapproachable. I contented myself with 'girlie' magazines and masturbation instead, once I was old enough for that.

When I was in my thirties and still a bachelor, I bought a small house. I had only been in my house a few days when I made a remarkable discovery. I had gone to bed early one night when I saw a light go on in the room of the house next door, right across from my window. Curious, I got up and looked out my window. There in her room was a pretty blonde girl, about six years old. She was about to get ready for bed. I figured that she would pull down the shade and that I would not get to see her undressing.

But she must have forgotten. I watched her take off her dress and hang it up in her closet. She looked so cute in her under vest and panties, and I began to stroke my rising cock. She sat down on the edge of her bed then, and I got to watch her take off her shoes and socks.

Standing then, she pulled off her vest, and I saw her cute pink pair of undeveloped nipples. They were the nipples of a little girl, and would one day become her breasts. Thinking of that my cock got very hard.

The blonde angel then took off her panties, completely naked now. I saw her cute girl crack there between her legs. She went to her dresser and picked up a hairbrush, and she proceeded to brush out her golden hair. I saw her cute, tight bottom, and in the mirror I could still see her hairless pussy. What a treat for my eyes! I masturbated furiously, not caring when I came and spattered my cum on the wall below my window, and on the carpet. The girl finished brushing out her hair. She put on a pair of pajamas, turned out the light, and went to bed. I just sat there on the edge of my bed, stunned by the wonderful sight I had just seen.

Rousing myself I pulled down my window shade, turned on my light, and cleaned up the mess of cum that I had made.

After that night I made it a point to go to bed early, lying there in the dark waiting for the little angel next door to turn on her bedroom light. Sometimes she would pull down her shade and I would be disappointed, unable to watch her undressing. Other times she would pull her shade down part way, and I was still able to watch her in part. But lots of times she simply forgot to pull down her shade, and I got to watch the whole show. I kept a jar next to my bed now, and I would masturbate and shoot my cum into the jar.

My dreams became filled with the little blonde girl. I became obsessed with her. I got to meet the child and her mother when I was doing some gardening one day. Her name was Lorie, and her mother was Vicky. Vicky was divorced, and she worked part time during the day, when Lorie was in school. I had a mail-order business working out of my home, and so I was home most of the time.

Lorie would sometimes get home from school before her mother did, and would have to wait outside until her mother got home. Seeing that, I suggested to Vicky that I would be happy to have Lorie stay with me at such times, if it was okay with her. I had managed to strike up a friendly relationship with both of them, and they trusted me. I think the mother may have seen me as a potential husband too, although I did nothing to encourage that.

No, it was her daughter who attracted my interest. Soon Lorie became a regular visitor to my home. I got some board games and computer games that we played together, entertaining the child. She took to sitting on my lap and hugging me, and I would hug her back. We invented a little game, 'foot face', where she would lie back on my lap and wave her feet in my face. I would pretend that her feet were very smelly and that I could hardly stand it, much to her delight.

Meanwhile I was looking up her bare legs, her skirt tossed up onto her tummy, and I was studying her panty crotch. Next came some tickle games, where I tickled my way up her legs, and then back down. Then I wound up tickling her through her panty crotch, causing her to giggle and squirm all over my lap. I'm sure she must have noticed the hard lump in my pants, but she never said anything about it. Sometimes my fingers got caught in the leg openings on her panties, and I would drag the panty crotch aside 'accidentally'. Then I would stare at her exposed pink pussy.

I was afraid to do anything more with Lorie, because I knew that I could be put in prison if I touched her. Somehow I did manage to keep my hands off of her for a few years. She quickly came to realize that I loved to look at her bare pussy, and she was eager to please me. I explained to her that it was against the law for me to touch her there between her legs until she grew up, but there was no law saying that I could not look.

By the time Lorie was eight she would come home from school to my house, strip naked for me, and dance around nude for my enjoyment. She felt special to have a grown up man so interested in her, and I think she really enjoyed it. Lorie became aware that I was spying on her undressing for bed too, and after that she always kept her shade up for me.

She danced nude in her bedroom, and even spread her legs open for me, teasing me that way. That was when I was able to masturbate and cum; never in front of the girl as that would be illegal.

Vicky trusted me completely by this time, and she allowed me to take Lorie on little 'dates', where I would take her to the mall and buy her pretty clothes to wear to school.

We would always stop at a restaurant and have a nice lunch together too. I even took her to movies, kid stuff appropriate for her age. We would snuggle up and hug, even kiss a little, but I was careful not to touch her too intimately. When she was eleven Lorie began to develop little breasts, much to her delight and mine. She complained that she was sometimes sore there, and that her mother had said it was just 'growing pains'.

I got her some skin lotion, and told her she should try rubbing that into her new titties and see if it would help. She did, right in front of me. Her pink nipples got big and stiff. My cock was rock hard in my pants.

"Would you help me rub the lotion into my titties, Uncle Bob?" Lorie asked sweetly, grinning at me. I groaned, unable to resist. I rubbed her growing titties, working the lotion into her tender flesh. I toyed with her stiff nipples too. I was in heaven with the feel and the scent of her, as she moaned and pushed herself against my hands, loving my caresses of her budding breasts.

"Am I old enough now for you to touch my pussy and play with me there, Uncle Bob? I've been waiting such a long time for you to do that. Sometimes I rub my pussy and I pretend that it is you rubbing me." Lorie demonstrated, rubbing herself in front of me, completely naked. I saw that she got juicy down there, and she was rubbing her juices into her flesh, and her clitoris was erect and poking out at me. I had planned to wait until Lorie was at least twelve before I would allow myself to touch her pussy, but this was so hot that I just couldn't resist. I put my hand down there and felt her intimate flesh for the first time. She moaned and spread her legs wider for me, and I studied her open sex. To my surprise I found no hymen down there. I asked her about that.

Blushing, Lorie said "I sometimes use the handle of my hairbrush to masturbate. A few months ago I pushed too hard and it broke through my hymen. It hurt a little and I bled a little, but after a few days it was all better. I'm glad now that it's gone. Now I can put things inside myself and not worry about it."

"What a naughty girl you are, Lorie! I think you deserve a spanking for doing that, don't you?" Every once in awhile I would find some excuse to spank the child on her bare bottom, and I always did it playfully. She enjoyed such mild spankings too.

Lorie grinned at me. She willingly lay down over my lap, presenting her bare bottom to me. I spanked her then, lightly, and she pretended that I was hurting her. After awhile I stopped, and I ran my hand down between her legs, feeling her up. What a sweet little pussy she had! I felt, and fingered, and poked, and teased her all over her most intimate places, eventually concentrating on her clitoris.

"Oh, Uncle Bob!" Lorie squealed, kicking her legs out frantically as I masturbated her. I went down on Lorie then and made love to her with my mouth. I had always dreamed of doing that with a child, but this was the first time ever for me. She loved it! She cried out and held my head against her pussy as I washed her with my tongue, tasting her juices, and my tongue found her clitoris and teased and licked it madly. Lorie cried out then and she begged me to stop, saying that she had to pee. So reluctantly I stopped licking her pussy. She let me go with her to the bathroom, and she sat on the toilet seat and spread her legs wide for me, so that I could watch her pee. When she was done, she scooted forward and let me lick her off. I was in heaven.

"Can I watch you pee too, Uncle Bob?" I had some trouble because my cock was so stiff, but I took it out and she looked at it. She asked me if she had made it get so stiff, and I told her that she had. Lorie seemed very pleased with herself. I took off my pants. For the first time I let her play with my penis, and she jacked me off into the toilet bowl. She had never played with a penis before and she was a bit clumsy with it.

I instructed her how to handle it, and she got better. I cautioned her to aim it down into the bowl when I was about to shoot. Lorie giggled a lot when she saw my cum shoot out into the toilet. She squeezed my spurting cock, milking it as I came, much to my enjoyment.

As my penis became flaccid, she wanted to hold it and direct it as I peed. At that point I could not deny her anything. Lorie held my penis as I peed into the toilet bowl.

Just as we were finishing that, suddenly there was an outraged woman shouting obscenities at me. I had not locked the door of my house. Vicky had come to get Lorie for some reason. She had knocked at my door, but we had not heard her. Finding the door open she let herself into my house.

She heard us talking and giggling, and following the sounds she came upon us in the bathroom. There I was, naked and peeing into the toilet, and her daughter Lorie, stark naked and holding my penis as I peed. Well I could not get Vicky to quiet down. She dragged Lorie away from me and made her get dressed, and she took her home and called the police.

Chapter 2

The upshot of all this was that I got to spend three years in prison, and I was branded as a child molester. You hear horror stories about things that happen in prison, but I must say that I was lucky. Nothing bad happened to me there. I found that if I just stood up for myself and tried to get along with the other inmates, they didn't bother me. Indeed I made some lasting friendships while I was there.

I tried to write to Lorie while I was in prison, telling her how sorry I was that I had done things with her that I should not have. I told her that I really missed her, and I hoped that I might be able to see her again some day. Vicky wrote back and pretty much told me to go to Hell. I never saw Lorie again.

I was required to have counseling with a psychologist when I was released from prison. Sex offenders have a high rate of recidivism, and they were concerned that I would re-offend. I assured them that I had learned my lesson, and that from now on I intended to keep my relationships strictly legal.

The psychologist tried to persuade me that I had damaged Lorie by exposing her to sex at such an early age. He said that she would no doubt hate me for the rest of her life. I had to play along with him about that. But let me tell you, dear reader, what I really think. Sexuality is a natural part of life for all of us, and to pretend that children are naturally non-sexual until they are 16 or 18 (the age of consent now) is nonsense. If Lorie does harbor any bad will toward me, I believe it is because of what society does to indoctrinate children against sex.

So I am a pedophile, a child lover. Too often the public confuses men like me with child rapists. We hear stories on the news of poor children being abducted, raped, and killed. But the true fact is that about 95% of men who are attracted to children would never dream of harming a child. These are the true pedophiles, lovers of children. As for the other 5%, the child rapists, I have no more use for them than most people do. Such men deserve any punishment that they are given. Just my opinion, for what it's worth.

About 1980 I moved to Tennessee, into a small house that I bought in a smaller city. At that time Tennessee had the youngest age of consent in the U.S.A., only twelve. Lusting after young girls and finding it difficult to keep my hands off of them was the main reason for my move to Tennessee.

I was trying my best to be a law-abiding citizen, which is difficult for an active pedophile as you can imagine. I was determined never again to touch a child under the age of consent. I had learned my lesson the hard way.

As a historical background, the reader might be interested to know that under English Common Law, the foundation of most of our present laws, the age of consent for centuries was TEN. It amuses me to think of how many little girls there must have been in those days that gave up their cherries at a very tender age, and did so legally.

Life was very difficult back then, so I would not want to have lived at that time. Still it is interesting to imagine the fun things I might have done in those days, with the consent of a ten or eleven year old honey. In the 1800s in America the age of consent everywhere was twelve, until the 1880s when some states began to raise the legal age. Tennessee was the last state to make this change.

Early 1980s, and I am now living in Tennessee. I deliberately moved into a neighborhood where a lot of children were living. I was determined however to keep my distance from girls who were under twelve years old. This is not such a hardship for a pedophile, because one often finds twelve year old girls who are 'late bloomers', without noticeable breast development.

Not that little breasts are a turn-off to me; I rather like them in fact. But there are some pedophiles that dislike breasts. I do like hairless little pussies, but if there is public hair it can always be shaved off, or a depilatory can be used on the girl's mons veneris.

Anyway after I moved into my new home I took my time getting acquainted with my new neighbors. I was determined not to rush into anything, and get myself involved with some girl who might not be suitable to my tastes.

There was a cute brunette girl who lived two doors down from me. Her name was Katie, and she told me shyly that she had just turned twelve years old. She had cute titties poking out from her chest, and I thought for awhile that she might be just right for me. But then I learned that her daddy was a police captain, and her big older brother was going to join the police force too. Talk about playing with fire!

I had to pass on little Katie.

Then I found a little girl named Annie, who lived just down the street in the other direction. Annie was a cute little redhead and she too was twelve. In fact, she and Katie were good friends, and school classmates.

I learned that Annie was a foster child, who had lived with her foster parents for the past year. Before that she had been at an orphanage. Yes, she was truly Little Orphan Annie! No, I am not making this up.

Anyway, I still had my mail-order business and so I was home most of the time. I had several board games and computer games that kids liked to play, and I kept cookies and ice cream on hand to spoil the kiddies. Soon I had Annie and Katie visiting my house, where I entertained them. It was all very proper, and I was careful not to make any moves that might raise suspicion.

I did my best to restrict my child friendships to twelve year old girls, but inevitably they would bring a few younger kids over to enjoy the games and treats too. Still, I let Annie and Katie know that I especially liked them, and so often if was just the two of them in my house. I would have preferred to make it just Annie, but I knew she would be more comfortable visiting me with her friend Katie.

Once I got her to trust me, perhaps I could get Annie to come alone to visit me. Child seduction takes time and patience.

Fortunately for me, my name was never placed on any list of sex offenders. My conviction occurred before such lists were widespread. These days when child molesters get out of prison, their record follows them for the rest of their lives, and they have to register with the police wherever they live. Many people would say that this is a good thing, and it would be hard to argue against that. However it can really screw up a person's life, and make it difficult to find a decent job. If Katie's father, the police captain, ever ran a check on me, I'm pretty certain it would have come up empty. So I was feeling rather confident.

Chapter 3

After some time I did get Annie to come visit me alone. Katie was away with her family on a vacation trip, and Annie was feeling kind of lonely. I had her come and sit on my lap in my big easy chair, and we watched some children's movie on the television. I told her that I knew that she missed her best friend Katie, and I only wanted to comfort her. So she climbed up on my lap, and after a little while she relaxed.

Annie was wearing a short skirt and a pullover top, and she had her red hair tied with ribbons in twin falls. Very cute! She squirmed around in my lap a little, and I felt my penis beginning to stiffen up. I wondered if the girl noticed it, poking against her bottom through our clothes. When a commercial came on, I got up and got her some cookies and ice cream, and some for myself too, keeping her company.

Annie moved over to the couch while we ate our treat. She was careless about how she sat. She had one foot up on the couch, her legs apart, her skirt hiked up, and I was enjoying a good view up her legs at her panty crotch.

I'm not sure when she noticed that I was staring at her, but soon Annie said "Do you like what you see, Uncle Bob?"

"Oh, yes, it's an interesting movie, Annie!"

She giggled "Then why are you looking up my legs instead of watching the movie?"

Busted! I saw that she was not upset or mad at me. In fact I am pretty sure she set this up, perhaps to test me. I laughed with her.

"You are a very pretty girl, Annie, and I admit I like to look at pretty girls!" My little speech seemed to please her.

Then she said "Some guys like to look at girls who are naked. Do you like to look at naked girls, Uncle Bob?" I was not sure how this had got out of control so quickly. Annie giggled, seeing my discomfort. "Would you like me to take off my clothes, Uncle Bob?" I had to stifle my instinct to panic, and remind myself that here in Tennessee, this little girl was of legal age.

She must have been thinking the same thing, for she said, "My foster Dad tells me that I am old enough to get naked with him, if I want to. He doesn't make me get naked, but he likes it when I do. You are a nice man. Would you like to see me naked, Uncle Bob?"

I swallowed hard, and then I said "Annie, before I say yes or no, I want to know. Are you going to tell your foster Dad, or Katie, or any one that I wanted to see you naked?"

She laughed "Not if you don't want me to, Uncle Bob. It will be our secret, okay?"

"Okay!" I agreed.

Annie then took her time, teasing me, as she untied her shoes and took them off, and then her socks. She pulled her top up and off over her head, and I saw that she was wearing a training bra. Then off came her skirt. Slowly she took off her training bra, and I saw her little titties for the first time. They were not very big, but certainly they were growing. They had pale, pink nipples and areolas.

"Nice titties!" I said. She giggled, pleased that I had complimented her titties. Annie stood up then, wearing only a faded old pair of Snoopy print panties.

"Would you like to take off my panties for me, Uncle Bob?" she asked sweetly. By now I realized that I would not have to seduce this little girl. She was seducing me! Not that I minded. I had fun taking off her panties, my hands fumbling with them and somehow touching her all over. Annie giggled, enjoying the way I was stripping her naked. Her pussy was still completely hairless, just the way I like them.

"You like?" she asked me.

"Oh, yes, Annie, I like very much!" I was on my knees before her, helping her step out of her panties. I took her butt in my hands and leaned forward, and I kissed her pussy. She liked that. She lay on the couch with her legs spread wide apart, and I feasted on her pussy, kissing and licking and sucking, and poking my tongue inside her. Annie was not a virgin, but that was not a surprise to me, given the way she was acting. She held my head close to her, enjoying the oral sex I was giving her.

After awhile she said "Oh, you better stop, Uncle Bob! I have to pee!" I remembered how years earlier the same thing had happened with little Lorie. I had stopped when she told me that. But I had learned since then, that when little girls are licked and think that they have to pee, it only means that they are getting close to cumming. And so with that knowledge, I just kept munching on Annie's pussy.

"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" she said, and her hips were bucking up at me. I swirled my tongue around her stiff clitoris then, teasing it, teasing it. Then Annie shuddered and cried out, and she had the most intense orgasm. Her butt squirmed all around, and her belly quaked, and I found juice pouring out of her vagina, which I happily lapped up and swallowed. Very tasty stuff! I kept on teasing her with my tongue, and kept her cumming awhile longer.

Then she cried out "Please, Uncle Bob, Stop! Stop!" So I did stop. "Oh, my! Oh, my!" Annie said, pressing her hands against her still shuddering pussy. "I've come before, but never like that, Uncle Bob!"

I must admit that I was very pleased with myself at that moment, never having given a little girl such pleasure before. Then she said "I really do have to pee now." and with that she got up and hurried off to the bathroom, holding her hands to her pussy, and I was right behind her. She saw that I wanted to watch her pee, so Annie spread her knees for me as she sat on the toilet. She let loose quite a stream of pee I must say.

When she finished I had her scoot forward and I licked her off.

Annie asked me "Do you have to pee too, Uncle Bob?"

"Well, yes, I do, honey, but I can't right now." I replied.

"Why?" she asked me. I showed her that my stiff penis was tenting out my pants.

She giggled "Oh, my! We need to do something about that!" With that the girl unzipped my pants, and put her hand inside, and fished out my penis. "Oh, it's so big!" she exclaimed. I don't know of anything more pleasing to a man than having a girl say that about his penis. Annie shucked my pants on down my legs, including my shorts.

Somehow I knew that she had done this before with some other man, but I decided not to be jealous about it. So I would not be her first lover, so what? I thought.

I had thought to take her back into the living room and make love to her on the couch. But Annie had other ideas. She told me to sit down on the toilet. Then, facing me, Annie squatted down over my upraised cock. I saw her intent then, and I helped her guide my cock up into her vagina. I had never fucked this way before. But then, I had hardly fucked much at all before this.

It seemed somehow deliciously dirty for me to be fucking a twelve year old little girl while sitting with her on the toilet. "Oh, my, it's so big!" she said again, slowly working my shaft up into her vagina.

I don't know if she was just saying it for effect, but she did manage to take my whole penis up into her little body. "Oh, I'm so full, so full of your cock, Uncle Bob!" she exclaimed in a high voice. Indeed, I felt the barrier of her cervix tight against the head of my cock, so I knew that I was filling her up completely.

Annie began to bounce herself up and down on my cock, fucking me. I used my hands to help raise her little butt up, and then drop it back down, increasing the intensity of our fucking.

"Oh, Yes! Fuck Me! Fuck Me, you Bastard!" she screamed. I didn't know the little girl could talk so dirty, but I didn't mind it at all. "Oh, Yes, Fuck Me, you Dirty Old Man!"

Oh my, that really did it for me. I took her little butt and raised it up, and shoved it down, up and down, while thrusting up at her as hard as I could. In short, I fucked the Hell out of Annie. She screamed a few more obscenities at me, but I noticed that she did not beg me to stop.

"Oh, you Nasty Old Man, you shouldn't Fuck a little Girl like me so Hard! Oh, so HARD! Oh, I think your big COCK is going to split my CUNT open! Oh yes, RIP ME OPEN! OH, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME ON THE TOILET, YOU DIRTY OLD MAN!"

So I kept fucking her like that, hard. Then she reached a powerful orgasm, her vagina milking my cock like crazy. "AAAHHHRRRGGGHHH!" she said, or something like that. I could hold back no longer, and so I let it go, shooting everything in my balls into that snug fucking vagina of Annie's.

The little redhead collapsed on top of me then, and I had to hold her to keep her from falling off. After a few moments, when I wondered if I had harmed her, Annie revived. She looked straight into my eyes, with the delicious smile of a very satisfied little woman.

"Oh, Uncle Bob! I never knew it could be so good!" she purred like a kitten. Needless to say I was thrilled with her too, and I told her so. A minute later my deflating cock popped out of her vagina. Annie scooted back a bit, looking down at my cock.

"Can you pee now, Uncle Bob?" I laughed as I realized that she wanted to watch me pee.

"Yes, Annie, I think I can pee now!" And so I did, while the girl watched me go.

When I was done I took my little sweetheart into the shower with me and we showered together, cleaning off the sweat and cum from our bodies. When we were done, she let me towel her off, and that was a lot of fun too. In fact I could have fucked her again, but it was getting late in the afternoon, and Annie had to go home. I helped her get dressed.

She kissed me 'goodbye' then and said "Next time I want to suck you off, Uncle Bob!"

Boy, did that give me something to dream about! From that day on we were lovers, and she came to me whenever she could manage it without arousing her foster parents' suspicions.

Chapter 4

Katie came over with Annie sometimes as she had before, and when that happened Annie and I had to cool it. It simply would not do to let Katie know that Annie and I were now lovers. Still Annie managed to come see me alone some times, and then of course we would make out. Hell, we would fuck! Annie showed me that she really did know how to suck a man's cock.

She loved to give me blow jobs and swallow my load. However she also loved to fuck with me, and since I could only perform a limited number of times, she had to be sure not to suck me off too much, or else she would not get fucked; at least not until the next time.

Annie's titties were growing nicely, and she began to get pubic hair too. When she learned that I preferred her pussy to be hairless, she willingly used a gentle depilatory that I got her, and we got rid of that hair. I could see that my little sweetheart was going to be a real woman soon, and would be having the start of her periods. So I got her some birth control pills and showed her how to use them. It simply would not do for her to become pregnant.

Indeed it was not long after that, that Annie had her first period. She came to show me, and I had the honor of inserting her first tampon into her bloody little hole. She was now officially a woman I told her, capable of reproduction. Annie was so pleased with herself.

I worried whether or not it would change my feelings toward her, inasmuch as I am such a pedophile. But somehow I still found the girl extremely attractive and exciting. She was an amazing little sex pot!

Then one day a few months later Annie came to see me, and she was very upset. Indeed she was crying. Oh, my! I wondered. Could the pills have failed? Could she be pregnant?

Fortunately it was not that. In a way it was even worse. It seems that her foster mother had caught her husband fucking with Annie. Instead of blaming her husband, the woman blamed Annie. She was determined to cancel their foster child agreement, and send Annie back to the orphanage. Her foster father was in no position to protest this, having been caught fucking the girl. What a mess!

Then on top of that, I learned that Tennessee was finally getting around to raising the age of consent. No longer twelve, it was to become eighteen!

Annie was nearly thirteen now. I did a bit of research, and I learned that at that time there was one state where the age of consent was thirteen; New Mexico. Quickly I put my house up for sale, and rented an apartment in Santa Fe, New Mexico. One nice thing about Santa Fe is that it is at a higher elevation, and so the climate is much more tolerable that the desert parts of the state.

Because I make my living running a mail-order business, I could relocate anywhere in the U.S. without too much disruption of my business. I was lucky enough to find a buyer for my house in Tennessee quickly, and I made arrangements for a moving company to move my household furnishings to my new apartment in Santa Fe. I then went down to the bus company and I bought a one-way ticket to Santa Fe.

The next time I saw Annie she was close to panic. She told me that her foster parents were taking her back to the orphanage the next day. I calmed her down, and explained what I had done since the last time we were together. I told her to pack up just the things she really wanted to keep, in a single suitcase, and to slip out of the house that night when her foster parents had gone to sleep.

I was waiting with my car outside her house when she slipped out around midnight. I had the car packed up with a lot of my own things too. I explained to Annie that she would have to travel on a Greyhound bus to Santa Fe, New Mexico, and I gave her the bus ticket. I would drive my car, following the bus all the way. Whenever the bus stopped for a rest, I would be there, and we would take our quick meals together.

Annie wanted to know why she could not simply ride with me in my car. I explained to her that there is a federal law against transporting minors across state lines for 'immoral' purposes. It was necessary for her to travel on her own, to avoid breaking that law. I was trying hard to keep everything legal you see. And so it was that Annie and I arrived in Santa Fe. I picked her up at the bus station, and drove her to our new apartment.

It was her thirteenth birthday that very day! To celebrate the occasion I pretended to be a deranged rapist. I stripped Annie naked and I tied her spread-eagle to our bed. Then I raped her, hard, the way she likes it. She made a big fuss as though I was hurting her. So I stuffed her panties in her mouth to gag her. Then I spent several hours raping the little redhead repeatedly. Finally when I couldn't get it up anymore, I untied the girl and let her remove her panty gag. The first thing she did was run to the bathroom and pee. Then I douched her sloppy cunt. She sure had a lot of my sticky cum inside her vagina!

Annie kissed me deeply, thanking me for her birthday present of hard rape. Mind you I wouldn't rape most girls like that, but I knew Annie.

It was amazing how things worked out. Her foster parents assumed that the girl had run away, and so she had with my help. The police did not anticipate that she might have left the state, and they soon dropped the case. They had more important things to deal with than an orphan who ran away. I got Annie enrolled in a legitimate home school program, so that she could continue her education and also meet legal requirements in that regard.

After my furnishings arrived I decided that we needed more space than we had in our apartment, so I went house hunting. I found a nice house that had a swimming pool. Annie was delighted with it. Soon we were moved once again, from the apartment to the house. We told our new neighbors that Annie was my daughter, and that her mother had passed away. The latter part was true enough. And so it was that I had a darling daughter who loved to fuck with me at every opportunity.

Annie and I stayed together for three more years, until she was sixteen. Somehow I never lost interest in her, even though she was truly a young woman now.

Then one day Annie told me that she had met a really nice boy a couple of years older than her, and she wanted to go and live with him. I was heartbroken. I knew that this day would come sooner or later. There was no future for her living with a middle-aged man like me; especially since she knew of my preference for little girls.

I met the boy and he was nice enough. He had a decent job as a mechanic for an auto dealership, so he must have known his trade quite well. I gave them my blessing and sent Annie on her way. I still hear from her at Christmas each year. She and the boy got married, and they have two little girls now, and every year she encloses a picture of the girls in her Christmas card so I can see them growing up. In the picture the girls are wearing panties, nothing else. Annie knows me so well.

Chapter 5

After Annie left me, I was feeling sorry for myself for awhile. Finally I did pull myself together, and I went looking for a new little girlfriend. By now I was living in New Mexico, where the age of consent at that time was thirteen, so I had to find a girl no younger than that.

Eventually I did find a sweet girl, Mary. She had just turned thirteen but was small for her age. She was part American Indian, and her features combined the best of both races. She had dark black hair that she usually wore in braids, tied with hair ribbons; quite cute.

Again, like Annie, her father had left when she was quite young, and so I became something of a father figure to her. She and her mother were quite poor, and I helped them out with clothes and groceries. As a result her mother was willing to look the other way when she began to realize how attracted I was to her daughter.

Mary had been with a few boys by the time I found her, and she had fucked with them, as I learned later. So she was quite open to sexual experimentation with me.

The first time I had her in my house I had her sit on my lap while I kissed her and ran my hands over her small body, feeling her up. Seeing that Mary was receptive to that, I slowly stripped off her clothes. The girl made no effort to stop me, apparently curious to see just how far I would go with her. I was surprised that the thirteen-year-old kid would allow me to strip her naked like that, but I wasn't complaining.

I went down on her then, and used my mouth on her sex, until I brought her to a nice orgasm. Then she surprised me again by offering to return the favor. Mary knelt naked before me and she gave me a nice blow job! I could see that she hadn't done this very much, but I was happy to instruct her and she was eager to learn. That was our first "date".

It wasn't long before Mary and I were fucking and enjoying each other immensely.

One of the little games we played had me loosely tied up with my pants pulled down, lying on my back on the carpet, and my erect cock waving naked in the air. Mary wore a leather headband with a large feather sticking up from it, as though she were an Indian brave. She was naked except for a cord around her waist, from which hung a chamois cloth in front, like a breech cloth. (I usually used the chamois when I washed my car.)

Mary would dance around me, whooping and hollering and brandishing a toy tomahawk, as though she had taken the white man prisoner and was ready to do me in. Then she would mount me, lose the chamois, and ride me like a pony, bouncing herself up and down on my cock until indeed she did do me in!

Sometimes I would play an evil cowboy who captured the little Indian girl, and then I'd tie her up and rape her! Mary pretended to be very frightened, and she acted as though I was really hurting her. That added to my enjoyment of raping her of course. It was all in fun though. I would never truly rape a little girl, as that would be illegal.

Mary and I enjoyed playing such rape games and other Cowboy and Indian-girl games immensely. We also played other sex games with Mary just being a cute little girl being abused by a nasty old man, having nothing to do with Indians.

Mary and I stayed together until she was seventeen, and she developed into a pretty little woman. About that time she began to realize that I was starting to lose interest in her. Much as I loved her, somehow I still preferred younger girls.

She found a new boyfriend, one who appreciated her womanly curves more than I did. We remained friends though, and like Annie, Mary still sends me Christmas cards. She has three little boys now, but no girls yet.

I did find another little girl to love, a cute blonde child named Eileen. She had just turned thirteen when I met her. I found her at a shopping mall one day. She was sitting alone, looking bored, while her older sister was shopping at a nearby store. I struck up a conversation with her, finding her receptive to me. I told her that I would like to get to know her better, but since her sister would soon be there we were not able to get better acquainted just then. I gave Eileen my phone number and told her to call me sometime.

I have found this to be a good way to pick up young girls. As an older man I could not be too forward, as some one would likely interfere. A lot of girls never do call me of course. But every once in awhile I get lucky and find a girl who is lonely enough to want some one to love her, even an old man like me.

Eileen called me the next night. At first we were just phone buddies, and she told me all her little problems. I was very sympathetic of course, letting her know that she could confide in me and I would try to offer useful advice. Thirteen is a difficult time for many girls. They are dealing with new feelings of sexuality, and boys, and worrying about their appearance, and boys, and worrying about being popular, and boys, and worrying about school, and boys, etc.

After several lengthy conversations Eileen agreed to come visit me in my home. As it happened she only lived a couple of blocks away from me, so it was an easy walk for her. I treated her well when she visited me, not wanting to rush her and put her off. Unlike Annie and Mary, who both were eager to have sex with me, I had to take some time with Eileen and seduce her gradually. It took three months in fact before I was able to get into the girl's pants and then begin to fuck with her. She was a virgin, inexperienced, and it was my delight to teach her everything about sex. We did become lovers though.

Not long after that New Mexico raised the age of consent, and I had to say goodbye to my sweet Eileen. However when we parted she told me that she had found a nice boy her own age, and she was fucking with him too! So I guess she wouldn't miss me too much.

By now every State in the Union has the age of consent set from sixteen to eighteen, and that pretty much leaves me out of the picture as far as keeping my sexual activities legal. A few states allow sexual relations with a younger girl, but only where the boy is only a few years older than she. That of course leaves me out.

However I did find one haven, Puerto Rico, where the age of consent is fourteen. As a U.S. Commonwealth, U.S. postage is used here, and the rates are the same as in the States. So I am able to continue my mail-order business here with no interruption. I have had a number of young girlfriends since Annie and Mary and Eileen. I learned Spanish while I was living in New Mexico, which is a great help to me in Puerto Rico where many people still do not speak English.

At present I have a new sweet young girlfriend named Linda, which means beautiful in Spanish. She is fourteen and she has little breasts with big rosy nipples. Linda really loves to give me blowjobs. She is fascinated with my penis and loves to play with it. Every man should be so lucky.

If Puerto Rico eventually raises the age of consent I may be out of luck, unless I am willing to move overseas. The age of consent in Spain is thirteen, so I could go there. On the other hand I am getting to be an old man now, in my sixties, and my sex drive is not as strong as it used to be. So I just may settle down in my old age, and get along with an old lady of sixteen or so. Maybe I will just keep my little Linda when she grows up. I really do love her. We will see. Thanks to Viagra I am still able to perform well.

Oh, here she is now. "Come on in, Linda, and make yourself comfortable. I'm just finishing this up and I will be with you in a minute."

My life has been interesting I must say, and except for the unfortunate incident with Lorie that caused me to have to do time in prison, I really have no regrets. I sometimes think that if I had known that I would have to go to prison because of Lorie, I might as well have been fucking her from when she was ten years old. As it was, I never did fuck the kid, or even bring her to orgasm. But that is being negative.

"Linda, stop that you naughty girl!" Sorry, but the kid is naked now, and she is kneeling between my legs as I write this, sucking on my old penis and getting me hard. I'm going to have to close now. My advice to all who read this is simply obey the law, and keep it legal!