Perverts 'R' Us

Reckless Days and Reckless Ways!

By Spin ( M/g, pedo, cons, 1st )

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"You're gonna be in prison someday if you don't change your ways, Billy Thompson!"

Those words from my 'long dead' mother, still ring in my brain as if she just said them.

It was inevitable, I guess. After the long court trial, my fate was doomed by the press and sealed by the parade of various aged little girls, whom hesitantly recited every sordid detail about how they were either molested by me…or had their young pussies thoroughly fucked. On cross-examination, my attorney failed at his job, but I really didn't care then. All of those little cuties represented some of my favorite memories. To a guy like me, that was enough and I'll take my punishment, wearing a perpetual smile like a satisfied man.

The final sentence for such dirty, scandalous deeds was twenty to life. That means I'll be eligible for parole after about five years in the lockup. My worries aren't about getting along in such an insane place, but surviving at the hands of over six hundred other inmates that don't care much for "disgusting pedophiles," a name that the media chose to hang on me, even before my trial.

My legal problems began with a single event that took a turn for the worst when a young and adorable seven-year-old girl named Tiffany happened to come into my life.

Like so many other little cock-teasing temptresses, she was about to be molested and fondled after the usual brief period of building a friendship and trust; something I was very good at!

My sister Angie was the owner of an upscale private school, catering to the wealthy or well-healed citizens…and their young girls. My job as the activities planner was perfect for a guy that loved to be around the little nymphs and their smooth, luscious little bodies.

With a tongue that was always hard and a stiff cock…always erect, a banquet of cute preteen-age little wonders paraded around the school campus, promoting their seductive, fine little bodies while dressed in designer clothes.

Over the years, I usually had all the kiddy sex I wanted after becoming skilled at selecting just the right little girls for exploitation.

The rich spoil their kids with material indulgences because they can easily afford such things. But time is a more valuable currency for the vertically motivated career professionals or even the older matured wealthy. Their kids are hungry-not for food, but love and attention. This is where I would shine and deliver the goods that eventually got me into some of the cutest little girl's panties and…on occasion, my cock stuffed into a few heavenly little pussies.

God! Life was good!

Back to the episode with Tiffany, which landed my unlucky ass in the slammer.

After Tiffany wandered into my office one eventful day, she became a regular visitor, usually making an excuse to grace my office with her surprise visits. With golden locks of fine hair and the cutest damn face, the seven-year-old smiled brightly while asking if she could plug her cell phone charger into the wall plug.

Dressed in a floral print, frilly short skirt, Tiffany's bare, fleshy little thighs instantly inspired an extended gaze and focus under her dress as she leaned over to plug her cell phone charger into the wall. My lips smacked incessantly while I began to massage the growing lump in my pants. Suddenly, she turned towards me with a grin that said she had noticed my behavior.

"Does your thingy itch?" she asked with an innocent tone.

"Uh yeah, honey. I'm sorry. I didn't notice you watching," I replied with a sheepish grin.

After another smile and a few giggles from the little charm, I found myself discussing the real reason for my cock's misbehavior. Kids are SO smart these days.

Every school day for weeks after that day, little Tiffany found a reason to wander into my office. We were becoming fast friends, sharing a coke or snack and discussing her life at home. Her parents were well known in the community, and her Grandfather was the president of the local University. Wealthy beyond belief, they never had the time for Tiffany…or her twin sister Bethany.

Little Tiffany substituted "yours truly" for the things she most needed in her young life.

It was the waning hours at the end of a school day when Tiffany informed me of her birthday, commenting that she wished I could come to her party. But it was a private affair at Disney World and she would be gone for a week "to someplace far away, called Florida," she explained.

The following week seemed lonely without my daily 'Tiffany Fix.' so I began to "Jones" for the little darling's bright smile and tempting little body.

"Time and distance makes the heart grow fonder," they say.

Tiffany ran towards me with a bubbling, "happy to see you" enthusiasm when she returned to school. Her delightfully soft little body was soon in my arms while my eager hands were all over her shapely little ass for the first time. While my fingertips drank in the innocence under her dress, she explained all about her birthday party and the fun things she and her sister did at Walt Disney World. An affectionate kiss followed while the adorable child filled my arms with her warmth and softness. Then her eyes opened wide as she hugged my neck and asked if I missed her.

A rare tear trickled slowly down my cheek as I replied that I truly missed her and how glad I was that she was back.

A glance at the clock and I realized that recess was about to be over and Tiffany would be expected back in class. With another kiss planted on her delicate cheek, I sent her back to class with an offhanded offer that she'd be welcomed back after school and I could take her home later. Little did I realize that she would quickly call her "Nanny" and ask permission to stay after hours.

Yes! That was a big deal at the school and required an inch of paperwork and proof of some planned activity after school.

The phone call from my sister (my boss) was the first clue about Tiffany taking my offer seriously.

After making up a phony reason about playing a game of Monopoly to better teach the art of strategic financial thinking, the paperwork followed. Phone calls had to be made and school security had to be notified. Finally, all was "kosher," according to school rules.

"Hi Mr. Thompson! I'm here and my Nanny says its okay for me to stay after school if you'll take me home later," Tiffany hollered as she leaped into my arms as if she hadn't seen me in ages.

The warmth of her young body was like a drug to my brain as I held her.

Busy hands were exploring her fine little ass, eventually snaking under the silky smooth material of her panties while a few light pecks on her cheek told her how happy I was to see her too. As if hypnotized by her shapely bare butt and fine skin, I couldn't stop molesting the forbidden places under her panties. Without protest, the little morsel hugged my neck while allowing my fingertips free roam inside of her underwear. It was a heavenly sensation, feeling up this very cute child until a careless fingertip managed to brush briefly against her naked little slit.

"Hey! You touched my 'gina mister," she commented jokingly as if she really didn't mind the violation.

Another brave touch between her legs prompted the little vixen to whisper that her Nanny said, "That's bad touching." Then a smile soon appeared as the little angel whispered in my ear that she wouldn't tell if I wanted to touch her there again.

After locking the office door, Tiffany and I settled on the office couch where she immediately understood what was expected of her.

"You're so pretty, honey! I wish I was your age so I could be your boyfriend," I whispered in jest, as Tiffany reclined obediently on the couch with her slender legs opened as if to encourage my lust for her forbidden treasures.

A thin smile painted over her pretty face as I lifted the short dress above her waist. Her tanned, smooth thighs seemed to glow with her fresh, untouched innocence. An inviting "V" between her luscious legs beckoned my fingertips for a feel of her 'preteen girl' places that were off limits to the world, but mine to savor and touch.

Then her tiny eyes closed in submission while she experienced the amazing sensation of being sexually stimulated by another person. Meanwhile, my fingertips were busy sampling the shallow valley of her young sex. Her tiny slit was hiding under her panties but easily found by the imprint in the thin fabric of her underwear.

As if the whole afternoon with Tiffany had been ordained, never a word of protest was uttered. She remained silent except for an occasional "sigh" when my middle finger probed the sweet, warm interior of her tiny pussy. The moist, pink lining of her vagina was magnetic, attracting my tongue for a taste of her little girl nectar.

"Hey! That's my pee place," She reminded me as the heat from my mouth hovered over her panty covered pubic mound for the first time.

"You wanna take my panties off?" She suddenly asked as if she realized what I was up to!

The art of removing a young girl's panties has its rewards.

With her tiny eyes closed, Tiffany obediently lifted her butt off the couch while I ceremoniously slid her underwear slowly over her slender hips. Soon, the rare sight of the child's sweet little slit warmed my loins to a critical mass. Her fine, untouched skin looked too delicate to touch while her tender little pussy looked like a ripe fruit, ready to be eaten and savored. Soon, my fingertips were treated to the sensuous feel of her young, naked inner thighs. I absolutely love fondling a young girl's thighs.

A moment of pause filled the room when I finished removing Tiffany's underwear.

Her young, smooth naked pubic mound glistened like a treasure of precious jewels, inspiring a taste of her sacred, elusive sweetness. Soon, my mouth was planted directly over her inviting, 'little girl pussy.'

"OH MY!" she moaned while I made love to her sex, tongue fucking the depths of her pink, immature vagina and sucking her tasty preadolescent secretions.

It was at times like this that I always wished that my tongue were another inch or so in length.

One glance at Tiffany's cute, dimpled face and it was clear that she was in her own little heaven. Her young body was being pleasured beyond anything she could have imagined and I was the luckiest guy on the planet to be the one to deliver her from the woes of a loveless life in the world of the rich and famous.

Slurping sounds from oral sex eventually caused Tiffany to come out of her bliss of sexual euphoria. Without realizing the racket I was making, my attention to lapping up the little darling's sweet juices could probably be heard outside of the building, but luckily, everyone else had gone home long ago.

With my aroused brain in a fog of sexual glory, I continued to dine on the most precious little pussy I had tasted in a long time. Without a thought, my swollen cock was soon out of my pants and aiming for Tiffany's tight little fuck hole.

"NO! I DON'T WANNA," She whined as the tip of my stiff dick briefly touched the mind numbing warmth of her tender vagina.

I had been here before; a hesitant young nymph that wanted my cock to fuck her little brains silly, but at the same time, afraid of her own desires.

"OH GOD IN HEAVEN!" The words of intense sexual ecstasy bellowed from my lips as the sensational warmth and tightness of Tiffany's young, virgin pussy gripped the tip of my cock like a vise.

Tiffany's protests silenced as the little darling finally relaxed her young body, allowing my thick meat to impale her tiny sex for the first time. Fucking this little girl was off the charts with sexually gratifying pleasure, and after only a few strokes into her moist, tiny hole, my balls announced their approval.

"OH JESUS!" The words bounced off the walls of my small office, signifying an explosion of thick, steamy cum as Tiffany's young pussy soon filled up with supercharged squirts of sperm. The look on her face was my first clue that she felt pleasured by the warm sensation deep inside of her vagina. A thin smile on her face said it all! Once again, I was fucking a young, willing child without the fear of consequences.

Fucking little Tiffany's magnificent young pussy was almost a weekly affair, and sometimes before school began for the day. A supply of clean panties were stored in my left bottom drawer of the desk for those careless times when I forgot to remove her underwear first.

"Hi Mr. Thompson!" The familiar voice stirred my consciousness from a short catnap.

"Hi Sweetie," I replied as I motioned for her to approach.

Her typical bright, toothy smile lit up the room as I pulled Tiffany closer so I could reach around her sweet little ass and smooth my fingertips over her shapely, seductive butt cheeks. A puzzled look on her cute face went unnoticed by me as I picked her small body up and carried her to the couch for our usual quickie during recess. Nothing was said as I lifted the hem of her short skirt and parted her slender, sexy little thighs. Then her lips opened as if to say something, but again, I was too immersed in other important things to pay attention. Then she seemed to get an attitude when I reached for the waist of her panties and began to tug on them until her young naked pussy revealed its secrets.

That day was the beginning of the end of my career, and the first step of the rest of my life. The young little nymph that came into my office that unlucky day wasn't my usual visitor. It was Tiffany's identical twin sister. After being scolded by Bethany, she quickly pulled up her panties and ran out of my office in a huff.

The first to find out about my careless deeds was my sister, after a terse phone call from Tiffany and Bethany's Nanny. A denial of the accusations did little good and I was immediately placed on leave and ordered NOT to come near the school until things were sorted out.

A visit by the local police came next, followed by a ten-day stay in jail until I made bail. Bail was increased from five thousand to a half a million after the news hit the TV and newspapers. Parents began to grill their kids, asking them if "they had been molested at the school."

Over a hundred little girls came forward in the next few days, convincing my attorney to advise me to plead out to a lesser offence and avoid a court battle that could be disastrous. But the parents and the news media pressured the DA and that was that!

A long, embarrassing litany of testimony followed. Even I didn't like the guy that they were all accusing of such horrific crimes. "No! That couldn't be me," I argued with myself. But in the end, I WAS the guy! I was Guilty as charged, but without remorse.

Little Tiffany wasn't even present in the courtroom, and refused to testify, but her twin sister Bethany was finally coerced by her Nanny and parents.

The local headlines in the Newspaper announced: "Teacher Accused of Sexual Assault in Private School For Girls"

I wasn't a teacher and there was NO assault!

Months have passed behind the cold, uncaring steel bars that make up my new home. No one in my immediate family will write-or even acknowledge that they ever knew me. I guess I this means I won't get any Christmas Cards either.

How little Tiffany managed to get a letter past the vigorously censored mailroom personnel in the prison, I'll never know, but I'll share her words with you.

Dear Mr. Thompson,

I'm sorry you had to go to prison and so is my sister, Bethany. Please don't be mad at her. She didn't know that things would turn out so bad.

I miss you So-o-o-o much. Please call me when you can.

My cell phone is (778) 344 0000

Love,

Tiff

P.S. Beth and I will be waiting for you!

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