Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Copyright (c) 2005, Darles Chickens. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website without the written permission of the author. Story_codes: pedo, m-14/g7/voyeur/fondling/true story Story_intro: This is the first story in a series of entirely true stories, and were told to me by a paedophile who was later convicted and served a jail sentence. Obviously, I have changed names, locations etc to protect both him and anyone else involved. It is reproduced pretty much how it was relayed, with no embellishments at all. All I have done is simply put it in story form and hopefully, made it grammatically correct and in so doing, made it readable. I have produced them in the first person - as if he had actually written them himself. * Author's Note: * All of my stories are fiction (unless otherwise stated), borne out of an over active imagination and a fondness for children...these events did not happen! Not to be viewed by minors/miners/mynahs. If you fall into one of these categories, march yourself immediately to your local police station and throw yourself on their mercy! Failing that you could just stop reading. *************************************************************************** ***** This is the first story in a series of entirely true stories, and were told to me by a paedophile who was later convicted and served a jail sentence. Obviously, I have changed names, locations etc to protect both him and anyone else involved. It is reproduced pretty much how it was relayed, with no embellishments at all. All I have done is simply put it in story form and hopefully, made it grammatically correct and in so doing, made it readable. I have produced them in the first person - as if he had actually written them himself. True Stories 01: Annie Written by Darles Chickens It's difficult to know where to start really, because I don't know where the starting point is. I've had sexual feelings for children younger than me ever since I can remember. A lot of so-called experts say that quite often an 'abused child' turns into an 'abuser'. What's abuse though? Just because an adult has a sexual relationship with a child, it doesn't necessarily make it abuse, know what I mean? I had sexual relationships right through my childhood from the age of about 5, up until about 14 or 15. Then I was the one who started initiating relationships with girls and boys younger than me. Having said that, that was when I REALLY started, although there had been a few before then. I can tell you though that I had always FELT this way, even before my own experiences. I can remember when I was about 5 maybe even younger. It was before I actually started school, I know that, when I pulled down the nappy and plastic pants of a toddler that lived nearby on the estate where I grew up in East London. Someone must've saw because my Mum found out. Jesus, did she give me a good hiding over it! It didn't stop me even then or later though. Well I'm forty something. Yeah I've been married, twice, and it's not like I've not been attracted to women. I've had plenty of girl friends, and like I say I've been married twice, and have 4 kids from them. All girls, but funnily enough I can say hand on my heart I've NEVER considered touching them, which when I think of my life, is quite strange really. Anyway, this ain't about my marriages, so I don't want to say anything more about them as I don't want my kids to be identified in anyway, nor my ex's really. I might not love my ex's anymore, but I think I've caused them enough grief in the past! Like I say, I'd 'dabbled' a bit over my younger years, nothing serious until I reached...must have been about 14, maybe a year or so younger. We lived in flats, and the was a young couple next door, who I'll call 'Bob' and 'Jean'. they got on okay with my parents and Jean used to come in and have cups of tea and a chat with my Mum, which was nothing unusual back then in the old East End. Bob and Jean had 2 daughters, one was a toddler of about 2 or so, the other one, 'Annie' (name changed - DC) was about 6 or 7. We got on very well together, and when she used to come in with her Mum, we both used to get bored with listening to them chatting, so we would go off to the bedroom I shared with my brother - I don't have any sisters - and I'd get my old dansette record player out. Do you remember those? You used to be able to stack up 1/2 dozen singles on them. Bit different to today with CD's and Mp3's! Yeah so we used to go in there. You got to bear in mind this was the 70's...when things were much better than today. Okay there was no internet and stuff, but you could send away for 'Lolita' type magazines, usually from Denmark or some other scandanavian country, and they'd be quite legal to own here in the UK. It was only 1984 that they made possession of that sort of stuff illegal you know? After that, this country got more and more paranoid, and in '97 introduced that Sex Offender Register - and that was only because they wanted votes in the fucking election! Of course, after those high profile child murders (names omitted but were national cases when they happened - DC), they got even more paranoid and beefed it all up. I tell you, if they bought back the death penalty, I'd personally hang the bastards who done that! I know I've broken the law, but I'd never harm kids like that. Yeah I know they say you harm them by having a sexual relationship with them, but if they consent, how's that harming them? It's only the government that says they CAN'T consent, and let's face it, politicians don't know their arse from their elbow. I mean, at this time I'm talking about in the 1970's, paedophilia was around big style I think you could walk into a newsagent and pick a 'Lolita' magazine off the top shelf, like 'Playboy'. Yet, if you was a homosexual, you were breaking the law and could go to prison for it! I mean back then, it was common practice to call 'em 'poofs' and such names, then they came up with the word 'gay' and it seemed trendy to be one and they changed the law and everything. You got MP's lining up to come 'out' and declare themselves as 'gay'. They've even got a fucking 'Gay Police Association' I ask you? Can you imagine it if coppers and MP's started coming out of the 'other closet' and openly declared themselves as paedo's?? Jeez there'd be fucking uproar! There must be quite a few in the government and loads in the Police force. I mean every so often there's a case in the papers where a copper's been done for possession of child porn. Makes me fucking laugh that does. Soon there's be more on that register than off it. Another crap piece of legislation, but we had to have one 'cos America's got one. Why do we have to copy them all the fucking time? That's what I wanna know (apologies if you're American - DC), fucking yanks, and that Bush what a dick head!! I've gone off the point haven't I? Sorry I tend to do that, especially if I get wound up. Yeah so Annie and I used to disappear off into my room. To be honest, the first couple of times it was totally innocent, and we just used to lay on my bed listening to the music. I think it's because I was aware that my or her Mum could walk in on us at any moment. Then after a few times, she kind of snuggled up to me on the bed, and I found my cock getting hard. Eventually my hand ended up on her bum. She was very cute looking, and quite slightly built really. She was pretty in the face and had very short blond hair. Normally she had on a tank top and trousers; those with an elastic waistband you know that little girls sometimes wore back in the '70's? I got to start rubbing her little bum over her trousers which was nice, but to be honest I wanted to go further but wasn't sure how to progress it, so I contented myself with that for now. The first time I done it, I was nervous and shaking. She looked at me strangely at first, but she never said no, nor did she try and stop me, so my guess was she liked it. My break came one day when I was out playing and all our friends went home and it was just me and Annie plying. I gave her a piggy back - she was light as a feather - and I used to hold her round the back by her bum, giving lots of strokes. I remember saying to her that it felt like she didn't have any knickers on, and she said she had. I said 'I don't believe you,prove it' With that we went to a secluded area of garages near our flats where we couldn't be seen, and funnily enough she had on those trousers again. Well they might have been a different pair for all I know, but they were the same type. Anyhow, she pulled the front of them outwards to let me peer down so I could see she had knickers on, and very nice they were too. Proper little girls knickers they were, light pink with a little bow on the front. I'll never forget that! I could see the snug outline of her little pussy and I just had to work out a way to see it. I pulled the back of her trousers out and got a back view of her knicker covered bum as well. I was trying to quickly work out a way of seeing that little pussy. So then I said 'Why are you wearing two pairs of knickers Annie?' even though I knew she wasn't 'I'm not!' she replied 'Looks like it to me' I told her, 'prove it!' She looked at me like she didn't know how she could prove it. So this time I pulled the front of her trousers out, but this time I followed that up with pulling the front of her knickers out too and I got my first look at her little girl pussy. It looked beautiful, hairless and smooth. I then done the same round the back and got my first look at her little bum. It was at the moment I think I realised that I liked sweet, smooth hairless little girls pussies best, and set out to have as many as I could. I'm sure the seeds were firmly sown then. We didn't do anything else as we heard footsteps of someone coming to get their car out of the garage so we made a quick exit. Well that was the first time, but I followed that up with a lot more,; boys and girls over the years. I wish I had a time machine as I'd definitely go back to the 1970's....they were good times and being young myself it was so much easier back then.................... Annie moved not long after that, but it wetted my appetite so much that it didn't take long to find a replacement. Actually I had a go with her and her younger brother, and they both went on for quite a while and got more involved, but that's another longer story that I'll save for the next time. As told to, and ghostwritten by Darles Chickens This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.true1annie