   Pedo.
      Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never be 
this good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
   
  The Answer
  by Pedro Feelya
   
   She was slender and beautiful like many sprouting young girls. She was still breastless and hipless, but 
unmistakably female in every other way. Her light brown hair was trimmed with flat bangs in front, but fell 
straight down her back, below her shoulders. Her eyes were a darker brown than her hair, and large and soft. 
Her nose was slender and her cheeks high, having lost their baby fat. Her skin was very light but tanned by 
spending so much time outside. 
   I reached my hand out and gently lifted her small chin up, and her hair fell back from her forehead. Her eyes half 
closed as I leaned forward and slowly brought my face too close for her to focus on. My lips brushed her small 
thin lips. They were lifeless and unresponsive. She had never been kissed this way before. I pressed my lips 
firmer and forced hers to part slightly. I then sucked ever so gently. She had to suck back a little. My face began 
to rotate in slow sensual circles and she followed without resistance. 
   After two seconds I broke the kiss and pulled back just far enough to see into her eyes. Her eyes opened to 
look into mine. They were unsure and hesitant. I lowered my head again and her lips were already parted, 
waiting for mine. Instead of the tight rubbery feeling of the first kiss, her lips were soft and warm. 
   I kissed her longer, for ten seconds, feeling her relax and soften. She was breathing through her nose but her 
breaths were irregular. I held the kiss motionless, letting her savor the flavor. 
   Then, I broke the kiss for a heartbeat and then sucked her lower lip in gently. In less than a moment I broke 
and sucked in her upper lip, and held it lightly between my teeth. I returned to a full kiss on her lips. Her 
breathing wavered and fluttered. I was giving her the full treatment. 
   I began to open and close my lips on her mouth. I broke to suck her lower lip in between mine and she 
sucked in my upper lip and held it between her teeth. She was learning fast. 
   For a few minutes we practiced and enjoyed this intimate dance between our faces. I took it a step further. 
With my tongue I licked her lower lip, then her upper lip, and then between them. She inhaled sharply through 
her lips as I parted them. 
   I let her exhale against my lips then kissed her deeply again. When my tongue reached out for her lips again, 
they parted and I slid my tongue between. I flicked my tongue against hers. I pulled my tongue back and her 
tongue eagerly followed. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and lovingly rubbed it with my own. 
   This was all I had to teach her and she learned the rest herself. I would nibble her lips and she would lick my 
teeth. I would flick my tongue to the corner of her mouth and she would chase my tongue, suck it in, and nibble 
on it. 
   She began to sink. She had been standing all this time and now was beginning to melt. I reached my arm 
down, around her bottom, and easily lifted her onto my lap. Her long hair fell back, over my arm. Her eyes 
never opened and her face never left mine. 
   Now she was closer and I could do more. I kissed the corner of her mouth, and then began kissing down the 
side of her chin and down along her jaw. 
   Like an enraptured victim of a vampire, she turned her head to expose her throat, allowing me to feast where 
I wanted. 
   I kissed fully and sensually down the underside of her jaw until I reached below her ear. I blew my hottest 
breath down her neck, and she shivered in my arms. 
   Lightly, I dragged my lips across her neck to her throat, up to under her chin, over her chin, then to return to 
her mouth. 
   She was a limp doll in my arms and I could do with her what I wanted. I reached down to her waist and 
began to lift the bottom of her long sleeved t-shirt. Her head dropped to look down and she reached down to 
help me. 
   We pulled the bottom edge of her shirt up to her shoulders, exposing lighter skin, and her thin, well muscled 
torso. I didn't have time to appreciate her narrow beautiful body as she reached her arms straight up into the air. 
I continued to pull her shirt straight up over her head and free of her arms. Her hair fell in a wave against her. 
She then reached down and around me, and pulled her body tight to me, her lips again seeking mine. 
   I kissed her fully, and then let her mouth do what it wanted. This left me free to concentrate on running my 
hands up and down her bare back. I traced my fingers lightly down her back then rubbed them deeply upward. I 
squeezed her shoulders in a massage then squeezed the back of her neck firmly. 
   She faltered in exploration of my mouth as she surrendered to these new sensations. She had often had her 
back rubbed and squeezed before, but in these sensuous conditions, her body's reaction was amplified a dozen 
fold. 
   Without my direction, she brought her hands between us, and began to fumble at the buttons of my shirt. I 
helped her quickly unbutton my shirt and she peeled it back and off of me. Her tiny hands returned to rest and 
rub against thin layer of stiff hair in the center of my chest. It fascinated her to run her fingers across my chest. I 
hoped it would heighten her excitement as she explored my body. 
   I could now look down to take in her, and I briefly ran my hands over her chest. Her breasts were no more 
than a soft gentle curve barely distinguishable except as a smooth place above her ribs and sunken stomach. Her 
nipples were tiny, almost unrecognizable as nipples. Her skin was without flaw or scar. She did not have an 
ounce of fat on her. 
   She looked up into my eyes with insecurity, but I smiled lovingly and pulled her to me. Our faces met and 
our lips danced together again. We were both breathing heavily and I was becoming lightheaded. She had not 
felt my hardon, but it raged painfully in my pants. 
   We had explored each other intimately, as far as we could while sitting in a chair. I started to get up and she 
wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, breathing hotly across my ear.
   I gathered her in my arms as I stood. With my arms supporting her body, she leaned back and looked into 
my eyes. What I saw there was not so much uncertainty, but more like wonder and expectation. She trusted me 
fully and her body melded to mine. As I carried her, I began to kiss her eyes and the side of her small nose. Her 
head fell back with her eyes closed, as she accepted my gentle attention. 
   I carried her to my bedroom and lay her down on the thick brocade bedcover. I straightened and looked 
down on her topless glowing body. She had not opened her eyes, as though she was trying to preserve the 
magic. I leaned back over and ran my lips and hot breath all the way from her flat tummy, up the center of her 
narrow body, to her throat. I looked up into her face and she was looking into mine, waiting for her next lesson. 
   Maybe she was ready, maybe she was not. I raised myself and unbuttoned her tight jeans. She didn't move. I 
pulled down the zipper. She didn't move. I opened up the front to expose white girl panties with tiny blue 
flowers at the waistband. She didn't move. I began to slide her jeans down. She flexed her stomach and raised 
her hips off the bed. 
   The jeans were tight, but with care, they slid down. She had been barefoot and she raised her legs so that her 
jeans slid right off. 
   I again stood over her and looked up her perfect underdeveloped body. She looked apprehensive, hoping for 
my approval. I had never seen something so beautiful. I was afraid to touch the white unicorn of innocence. I 
could not think of any way to fully show my approval of her perfection. I could only look down into her eyes 
and whisper under my breath, "You are perfect."
   Her face broke into a smile and she raised her arms toward me, seeking a hug in joy. I leaned over her body, 
lightly touching every part of her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed tightly. My face was 
snuggled into the crook of her neck at the shoulder, and I could feel the softness of her hair against my face. I 
began to nuzzle her behind the ear. She pushed me back up and began to kiss me fervently. 
   I broke free and began to slide down over her body. As soon as I could support my weight without my 
hands, I hooked my fingers into her cute innocent underwear, and pulled them down. She pumped her hips in 
the air to allow me to quickly pull them off. 
   There was no hair at all. The juncture of her legs ended in soft pale flesh, cleaved by a fold in the middle. I 
almost shook with expectation. I slid back further, reached for her ankles, and pulled them apart. The fold did 
not open but I could now see that it went all the way down. It was so smooth and pristine that it might as well 
have been a molded plastic doll. 
   I began to massage her thighs gently. She began to murmur and squirm a little. I worked my hands upward, 
feeling the heat increase. Her skin became softer and softer. The fold between her legs opened just a peek, and 
the valley inside was the pink seen inside some seashells. 
   I leaned forward and kissed her firmly just above the fold. She gasped and froze. I was not deterred. I began 
to firmly kiss the sensitive inside of her thighs. She began to murmur and groan again. I slid my hands up under 
her legs and under her small muscled butt. There I squeezed it firmly and held it, keeping her from squirming. 
   She was now ready for more. I licked firmly from the bottom of the fold upward. My tongue slipped into 
softness and a tangy indefinably sweetness. She heaved a soft throaty wail. 
   At the top of her valley I opened my mouth wide and sucked most of it up tight to my mouth. I explored 
gently and slowly with my tongue. It was difficult to hold her still, but easy to find the softest parts I wanted. I 
flicked my tongue lightly over the hole of her vagina, burning its feeling and place into my brain. I swirled my 
tongue around and up and down. 
   At the top of the valley, the fold hid a treasure. I moved my mouth up to lick broadly a swath up and over 
the treasure. Her incoherent scream told me it was there. Gently, I flicked the point of my tongue over it and 
narrowed down the location. I dug lightly with my tongue. She started to scream with every breath. I never did 
find the nub, but I knew I got close. 
   She clamped her legs together on my head and arched her back impossibly upward. That was the only part 
of her that froze. Her heels chaotically hit me gently in the back. Her arms waved about, clutching and releasing 
the bedcover. Her head whipped back and forth at a speed that gave me a headache just to see. She didn't have 
enough breath left over to make much noise. 
   It was a beautiful first climax. I felt an immense swell of pride. She was a fantastically gifted girl to be able 
to climax so intensely.  I hoped that so much pleasure would make her more sexually hungry than any other girl.
   Suddenly, she released me and collapsed onto the bed. She had run out of energy and was now at the mercy 
of the sensations that thundered through her body. She continued to groan as she tried to catch her breath. 
   I started to massage her exquisite butt in my large hands. I began to kiss her tummy gently, trying to calm 
the tremors there. It was a few minutes before her body relaxed to the point of liquidity. 
   I slowly returned my mouth to the sacred valley. I rested it there. Very slowly and cautiously I acclimated 
the heat there to my mouth, and was able to not stir her lightening bolts of pleasure. Slowly I rested my tongue 
against the soft tiny hole of her vagina. I gently began to push with my narrowed tongue and it entered. The 
tightness of her hole clamped down on my tongue. 
   It relaxed in waves. I slid my tongue a little deeper into her hole. 
   I was not too surprised to find no maidenhead there. The tight covering of skin, that was her hymen, was 
gone. She may look like a princess, but I knew she was a hellion.  She was not a tomboy, but was as active as 
any boy. Like most girls of this age, her hymen was probably broken, unnoticed, while riding her bike or 
slipping down a tree branch she straddled. I knew she was a virgin, of this there was no doubt. I was not 
disappointed that she would not feel that pain.
   My tongue had gone as far as I could stretch it. I stood and got some lubricant from the nightstand. She 
watched me dazedly. I pulled down my pants in front of her. My hardon stuck straight out against my 
underwear. This captured her full attention. I pulled my underwear down and it sprung free. I think this was the 
first real penis she had ever seen. 
   I walked to the bed and lay down beside her. She twisted her position so she could look down on my penis, 
completely fascinated.  I leaned over to kiss her on the lips. She responded weakly but sincerely. With one hand 
I flicked open the tube of lubricant and squirted a large amount onto her hairless pussy. I am sure she would 
have gasped at the touch of the cold gel, but I firmly held our kiss. 
   Still kissing, my finger followed the gel and spread it. My finger slid down and found the hole of her 
virginity. Softly it pushed and slid inside. Again the vagina muscles clamped down with impossible tightness. 
   She stopped kissing back, but I continued, trying to distract her. With gentle massaging pressure from the 
heel of my hand on the top of her mound, her pussy began to relax.
   As it did so, my finger would slide in, only to be trapped, and then allowed to slide in some more. When my 
finger had made it almost all the way in, I felt a light pressure at the end, and she winced. My finger began to 
work around, moving and twisting. 
   She had stopped kissing, and everything else, concentrating on only trying to breathe. I didn't want her to 
orgasm this way. We would save that, so I took a long time. No one was in a hurry. Eventually, a second finger 
was able to join the first with a minimal amount of pain. She had been riding on a slowly building orgasm for 
fifteen minutes, and wasn't aware of too much.
   I pulled my two fingers free and I got off the bed. I stood at her feet at the edge. I lifted her knees and 
dragged her toward me. Her open valley was a very bright, bright pink, and the hole inside was red and irritated. 
And, it was at right about my waist level at the edge of the bed. 
   She lifted her head and looked at me. When she realized what was about to happen, her eyes grew 
incredibly wide. 
   She wasn't ready. 
   I pushed my hardon up against the hole and pushed until the head popped in. She screamed in pain. Her wild 
look accused me of betraying her. I waited there with her vagina constricted painfully around my penis. She 
tried to wiggle to get away. I held her tight. As she wiggled her vagina loosened and I pushed in a fraction further. 
It hurt her bad enough to make her wince and clench her teeth, but not enough to make her scream. Her muscles 
relaxed sooner, and when I pushed she was ready and just winced with the pain. I didn't wait for the muscles to 
relax. I surprised her, and pulled back. Her body convulsed at the completely new sensation. I pushed back in 
and her body wasn't ready for it and didn't react. I pulled back and again she convulsed. The expression on her 
face indicated that she was still deciding if this was entirely bad. 
   I pushed and she clenched. I pulled back and she convulsed. I set up a rhythm. The orgasm that had been 
building earlier had fallen away with the pain. Now, it came back with a vengeance. Her little body began to 
shake and shiver. I don't think she was aware, that each time I pushed, I was going in a little deeper. 
   I began to pay attention to my own sensations. Her slender body seemed far too small to fit half of my penis 
inside her. I thought I could almost see it pushing her tummy out a little as I thrust in. The wails and moans she 
made where like angels singing in my ears. My penis was being rubbed raw and each nerve screamed its pain 
and pleasure. It took every fiber of my will not to thrust all the way in and impale her to the hilt. As it was, she 
screamed in pain as my penis hit her internal limit. I shortened my stroke and she continued to moan as if it had 
not happened.  
   I was fucking a beautiful wild little girl, and could not imagine how it could get any better. I had held 
myself long enough. I was ready to explode. I reached my hand down and touched the lubricated top of her 
valley. I rubbed it rapidly and hard. 
   She came unglued and thrashed around violently. Her screams lit the air on fire. I no longer had to pump, 
just holding on was more than enough. It was too much.
   I exploded inside her. My penis pulsed and in her tightness I felt every tiny bit of my sperm pump into her. 
My penis throbbed and her vagina muscles milked. The room, the sounds, and everything faded away, leaving 
only my penis screaming in overload of sensations. 
   The pleasure faded and the pain returned. I fell over sideways onto the bed.
   I opened my eyes, looking straight into hers. I was too dazed and exhausted to show any emotion. It looked 
like she was in the same state. 
   Eventually, she smiled and I smiled back. 
   I leaned forward and sincerely spoke quietly in her ear.


   "And that," I finally answered her question, "is how you make babies."









