Introduction

As both an author and an avid reader of stories about men having sex with young girls, many of the situations seemed improbable to me.

I can't remember the last time I was in the park, met a preteen, and took her home to screw, or the last time a teen at the beach actually grabbed my penis.

The question lingered, in real life, how does a man, attracted to teen and preteen girls ever really get to act on this fantasy?

I posed this question on a pedophile discussion forum and asked men to tell the truth about their encounters with young girls.

I wanted to know, what jobs were best for meeting young girls? I wanted to know how, did these men begin their relationships with them? And I really wanted to know how did these relationships lead to sex?

One thing that many of the men had in common, was that most of them never considered underage girls sexually until some circumstance made them look at young girls differently.

In many cases this realization started by seeing a chance photo on the Internet, of a preteen model or teen nudist.

In other cases, it was by seeing first hand, how provocative today's teens and preteens look in person. Societies' sexualization of children is partially to blame. The barrage of images of young girls in miniskirts, bikinis, and leotards can tempt even the the most well meaning man amongst us.

But their success in actually having a relationship with a young girl, was generally a result of career choices. Most were in jobs which put them in contact with young girls. Very seldom, did a random meeting ever lead to a sexual encounter. The more girls a man was around, the more likely it was that he could get them to have a relationship with him, especially if he were in a position of authority.

I have compiled these accounts and the results, unexpectedly, have shown what type of career or lifestyle choices are most likely to lead to having sexual encounters with teens and preteens.

Here I have published twelve of my files, detailing the first hand accounts from men who shared their stories...

The Youth Camp Director

My name is Al Parker. I am twenty five years old. This is the story of how I realized that youth camp was a great place to be around young girls and even get to have sex with some of them.

As a teen I was a counselor at a camp for preteen and teen boys and girls. It was then I learned that camp was a good place for watching and getting to know young girls.

For one thing the young girls spend most of the days in short/shorts and swimsuits.

I also learned that it was the first time many of the girls were on their own, without parental guidance.

And there was always the drama of girls being homesick or isolated from their peers, needing the comfort of a counselor. I was surprised how, as a counselor, the girls confided in me and were open to my advice. Being professional I never acted inappropriately.

These early experiences made me realize how much I liked both outdoor activities and young girls so I majored in Recreational Science at college.

After graduation I spent two years as an assistant. It was always fun watching and being around young girls.

Finally I became Director of the Green Valley Youth Camp in my town.

The Green Valley Youth Camp was for boys and girls aged eleven through fifteen. It provided recreational experiences as well as life skills for the teens and preteens.

The boys and girls were in separate cabins, clustered on the west side. There was a commons area on the east side. The commons area included a lake with beach and canoes, a soccer field, volley ball court, campfire pit, multipurpose mess hall/craft center and my office, and living quarters.

The showers consisted of a stand alone building with a changing and showering section . The boys and girls shared this facility, at separate, designated times.

The week before camp started, I had training sessions with the counselors. There were, of course separate counselors for the boys and girls. We went over schedules, activities and policies on safety, hygiene, and the well being of the campers. As Director I required them to send all campers with problems to me.

***

The first group of campers arrived on Monday. There were an equal number of boys and girls aged eleven through fifteen.

The first day went just fine except when it came to evening girls' shower time. The water temperature had been turned down for the off season and I, as the person in charge, had to turn it up.

The adjustment had to be made in the utility room connected to the showers. Access was through an outside doorway. As I was inside, adjusting the dials, I heard the girls enter the facility.

Then I noticed something I never saw before. There were several circular spaces, surrounding the pipes, going from the utility room into the shower and changing room. These in essence formed peep holes into the entire area.

Curiously, I put my eye up to one of them and got quite a sight. There were about twenty four girls, including the counselors, stripping out of their clothes, getting ready to shower.

At first I concentrated on the two 18 year old counselors as they entered the showers. I loved a good body on a woman and these counselors were fit and trim - tan with long legs, full hips, and tiny waists. Their breasts ranged from C to D Cups and one had a full bush while the other was neatly trimmed. From what I could see, both had plush pussy lips.

Then one of the fourteen year olds entered the shower and my attention was drawn to her. I was fascinated by her B-Cup breasts and a pussy that wasn't quite as plush. Her pubic hair was sparse. I liked looking at her even more than looking at the older girls.

Finally two preteen eleven and twelve year olds came in and I realized that I had made the right career choice. I finally got to see a preteen naked.

I focused my attention, exclusively on these young girls. The eleven year old had a totally flat figure, with no breasts or butt at all. The twelve year old, on the other hand, had some nice A-Cup breasts and her butt was starting to get round. Both had pussy lips, that were mere slits, with no hair at all.

More girls entered and for the first time I realized how different each of their little girl pussies' were. Generally, the older girls had puffier outer lips. Many of the girls had protrusions spreading out of these outer lips. These were their clitoral hoods, their enlarged inner labia, or both.

When the rest of the girls entered, I found myself concentrating on the younger ones. I didn't understand what was happening to me. I had a ragging, eight inch hardon, which I released from my shorts and stroked to a pleasant ejaculation.

As the girls were finishing up, I snuck out the utility room door and went back to my quarters. Just thinking about the naked teens and preteens in the shower made my penis get hard again. I had no choice but to beat off . I knew this was the start of a new chapter in my life.

***

The next day I started looking at the girls in a completely different way. I tried to again picture their breasts under the tight camp tee shirts. Most of them didn't yet wear bras. I watched as their little butts, outlined by their tight shorts, wiggled as they ran.

Beach time was the most fun. Many of their bikinis left little to the imagination. And I spent every evening in the utility room. I only hoped the counselors didn't notice my absence.

I started to pay closer attention at night campfire sharing time, hoping to gain some insights that would give me an excuse to get closer to one of the girls.

As Director, I was able to set the topics for each night's discussion. Tonight's topic was self concept. As we discussed different aspects of how we all see ourselves, it was clear one of the girls, twelve year old Cindy, was having self esteem issues.

Since counseling was another of my responsibilities, I felt the need to talk to her. The next day at beach time, I summoned Cindy away from the group, behind the beach house to talk. She was in her green bikini and I had on my swim trunks.

"Cindy," I said, "you seemed a little down on yourself last night. It's my job to help. Is there anything you would like to talk about?"

"Well Mr. Parker, I really don't like my body." she answered, pointing to it. "I don't think I'm as developed as the other girls here my age."

"First of all, call me Al." I said. "And from what I can see you really have a very nice body."

"Oh, this top is padded. I ready don't have much here." Cindy said.

"Would you like a man's opinion?" I asked.

"Sure." Cindy answered.

With that, I reached over and pulled the top up.

She looked at me, waiting to see what I thought as I was face to face with her preteen A-Cup breasts. I had seen them in the shower room, but never thought I would get to see them up close.

"You don't have to worry." I said. "They are really nice, and I'm sure they will grow bigger."

Her expression turned to relief.

As I reached over to pull her bikini top back down, my hand brushed over her nipple.

"Oh, sorry." I said.

"Don't be." replied Cindy. "That actually felt pretty good.

With that I got brave, stopped trying to cover her up and put a hand on each of her bare breasts. Being so small, my hands cupped and covered them completely. As I rubbed, I felt her nipples expand under my palms.

As she pushed herself into me, I dropped my hands so her bare breasts pressed into my bare chest.

I put my hands on her bikini covered butt and pulled her into me. When I did, I felt my penis get hard and grind into her crotch.

I heard little moans going into my ear as she hugged me tightly.

I then got even bolder and slid my hands from the back to the front of her bottoms. I slid one hand onto her crotch and started rubbing on the outside. When she did not stop me, I slid it inside her bottoms.

I continued sliding down, until I felt her preteen slit. It was moist, with a thin covering of pubic hair. I slid my hand down further to her hot, wet, vaginal opening. As I fingered it, I felt an obstruction at the entrance. I knew it was her hymen and I did not wish to rupture it, so I pulled out and worked fingers back up her slit.

When I got to the top, I felt the little bud that was her clitoris and started to rub that. When I did, she started to transform into a different creature. She reached down, slid her hand into my trunks, grabbed my rock hard penis, and started pumping it.

There we were, a topless twelve year old and a grown man, hugging behind the beach house, with our hands down each others pants.

The faster I rubbed her clitoris, the faster she pumped my penis. When she finally felt my hot semen wash across her palms, Cindy exploded in an orgasm and went limp in my arms. Luckily I caught her before she hit the ground.

After a while, we composed ourselves and she fastened her top. We noticed there were wet spots on the crotches of both of our suits.

We separated, casually walked down to the beach, and went into the water to wash off before anyone noticed us. We agreed to meet everyday in back of the beach house, to 'discuss' Cindy's self esteem.

***

Camp was better than I ever imagined, with the shower room, the beach, and Cindy. I didn't think it could get any better.

Then one afternoon during free time at the camp, I took a walk in the woods to a clearing used for nature activities. Before I got there I heard the sound of voices, and ducked behind the bushes to see what it was.

I could see it was two of the campers, thirteen year old Brenda and fourteen year old Sam. They were standing up and making out. She had on short/shorts and a tee shirt and he had on shorts and was shirtless.

I watched as their make out session got hot and heavy. I could see their mouths opening and their tongues going into each other. After a while, they lowered themselves to the grass.

Sam lifted the tee shirt over Brenda's head and her C-Cup breasts spilled out as he massaged each until her nipples sprang to attention. Soon he pressed his chest against hers.

I then saw them tugging on each others shorts. They both slid down at the same time, taking their underwear with them. As she lifted her hips and slid her shorts down, I got a good look at her pussy.

It was surprisingly plush for a thirteen year old. It had a thin covering of dark pubic hair. Sam slid his hand down and put it at the entrance of her pussy hole. He quickly pulled it away when he must have felt her hymen.

As they continued to make out, I saw his penis grow hard. I was surprised that it was a full eight inches long, the same length as mine, but not as thick.

I saw him pull himself over her and center his penis at her vaginal opening. I saw him trying to push into her. Evidentially there was a lot of resistance. Her hymen seemed to be giving him some trouble. Finally he pushed hard and I saw him go all the way in. He then started pumping in and out at a medium pace.

At the same time, her pelvis was raising up to meet every stroke. This was better than any porn movie I had ever seen. There I was, watching two young teens, having sex for the first time. I took out my phone and started to take a video.

Soon I noticed their pace quicken and saw her body start to shake. With that, Sam pulled out and shot a load of thick, white, semen, all over her crotch.

I saw a trace of blood leaking out of her pussy. Having nothing to clean up with she took her panties and wiped off the blood and semen.

As they got dressed and left, she tossed the soiled panties into the weeds. I waited until they left and then followed behind them. As I did, I glanced into the weed patch. There I saw a number of used panties.

"This is a place I need to visit often." I thought.

Later that afternoon, I left a message that I needed to see Brenda in my office after campfire.

***

At about ten in the evening, after campfire, when everyone was getting ready for curfew there was a knock at my door.

"I heard you wanted to see me, Mr. Parker." said a nervous Brenda.

She was in her short/shorts and camp sweatshirt, fresh from her evening shower. I could tell that her C-Cup breasts were braless.

"I have something to show you." I said, taking out my smart phone.

I pressed play, showing her the video.

"How did get that?" said a panicked Brenda.

"That's not important." I said. "What's important, is what we are going to do about it. What would your parents do, if I showed them this?"

"They'd kill me!" she answered. "Oh please, oh please, don't show them. I'll do anything."

"Like what?" I said.

"Well I've seen the way you look at some of the girls." Brenda said, "How about I let you see me, ..um, without my clothes?"

"That would be a good start." I replied.

"Would you like to undress me or should I strip for you?" she asked.

"Be my guest." I said, gesturing her to strip.

Brenda kicked off her tennis shoes and then peeled off her shorts. She had put on a fresh pair of cotton, bikini panties.

She then lifted the sweatshirt over her head and I got a good look of her C-Cup breasts. They were larger than most girls her age.

She was quite sexy, standing there topless in her cotton, bikini panties. Brenda then turned around, and putting her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, pulled them over her hips and let them drop to the floor.

After a while of me starring at her round butt, she turned toward me and I got to see her pussy close-up. I saw it from a distance, and in the shower, but from here, I could tell how truly puffy her lips were. I just had to feel them.

I reached out, and drew her closer to me. I then put my hand on the slit between her pussy lips, and started to rub.

There was no reaction from Brenda at all, but she also didn't resist.

I worked my finger down to her newly deflowered pussy hole, and still there was no reaction yet there was no resistance either I stuck my finger in, knuckle deep, and pumped in and out. I could feel it getting wetter.

I pulled out and worked my way up the slit. Finally, when my fingers reached up to her clitoris I got a response. She threw her arms around me and clung tightly to my body, pressing her breasts into my chest.

I continued rubbing, as she ground her pelvis into my hand. As her head rested on my shoulder, I could hear her breathing getting deeper as she moaned in my ear.

After about ten minutes of rubbing, I felt her body stiffen, shake, and then relax into me. She clung to me, breathing even more deeply.

By now my penis was rock hard and pressing into her leg. Feeling it against her, Brenda unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants and underwear. I stepped out of them. I reached up and pulled off my tee shirt.

I laid her on her back on my bed.

Before I could move myself on top of her, she spoke.

"Now just to be clear," she said, "if we do this, my parents can never, ever know what I did, and you will erase the video."

"That's sounds like a deal." I said, centering myself over her.

Brenda closed her eyes, as I pushed forward. As my penis entered her wet pussy hole, she tensed up, being so new to sex. But when I got all the way in and started to pump, she relaxed.

Her thirteen year old pussy was the first teen I ever had. I will remember it always. It was sooo tight, I thought I would cum instantly. Being that it was summer, it was as hot as the air outside.

And she didn't just lay there, she thrust her pelvis up to meet my every stroke. Insecure, little adolescent girls, really want to please.

After a while, I started to speed up and she followed my lead. As her insides shook and squeezed my shaft, I shot a healthy load of semen deep into her vagina.

As I pulled out, I watched her cream pie flow onto my bedspread. (I wasn't worried about cuming inside. Her records indicated she was on the pill but didn't say why.)

"So we're OK now?" she asked. "You'll erase the video and not tell my parents."

"Done!" I said, pressing the delete on my phone. (Little did she know, I had already downloaded it to my computer, where it was the first of many that I enjoyed for years to come.)

I cleaned her up with a towel and then she put on her clothes and left.

Later the night, I found her panties under my bed. Putting them to my nose, I could smell her thirteen year old scent. I put them in a plastic storage bag labeled Brenda.

I don't know whether she left them on purpose or not, but again, these turned out to be the first of many in my collection...

***

Though every session of camp had a new set of campers, some things remained the same.

I never got tired of the showers or the beach. There was always some girl who was homesick or had self esteem issues, and the clearing was fertile territory for identifying sex partners.

After five years of successfully managing the camp, I was offered a promotion to the District Office.

No one could believe it when I turned down the job...

More accounts to come...