In praise of petite teens

Thoughts of a pervert who likes his victims youthful and lightweight.

Let’s set the scene from the off: I’m a forty year old pervert with a preference for little girls in their early teens. When I say little, I mean in terms of general stature. I don’t necessarily mean tiny tits though; I enjoy an indecently ample boob as much as the next man. I’m a bit of an odd ball in that I’m openly pervy in pretty much the same way as some guys are openly gay. I’m not at all ashamed to lust after juvenile females and I’m perfectly happy to brag about the cuties I’ve molested to the right people; or in other words, you.

Now, let’s get specific: when I say molested, I mean pounced on, ravished, raped etc. I’m not one for all that long drawn out seduction malarkey. For me it’s wham! Bam and “thank you little girl!” Leave them in a naked, sobbing heap and they’ll be in no condition to chase after you with a pepper spray or raise an immediate alarm. After all, self preservation is key to a long and immensely satisfying career as a child molester. I think that’s why I favour lightweight victims. They’re generally easier to overpower and present less of a physical threat to me.

This all kicked off in my teens. I wasn’t a good looking kid and had no conversational skills to speak of that might cause a female to feel and act remotely friendly towards me. But I did have a rampant lust to contend with and a few muscles so I just sort of got into the habit of taking what I wanted sexwise without asking. For me, any child showing the hint of a breast was fair game. Initially, I’d grab them, grope them and then run away. It was easy and it was fun. It also got me into travel since it occurred to me that if I kept this sort of behaviour up for any length of time in one particular area, sooner or later, the powers that be would feel compelled to do something about it, like catch me.

Therefore, I wandered and I hunted. I sought out parks and waste grounds where youngsters were likely to congregate. Sometimes I openly prowled, sometimes I hid and waited. I couldn’t rely on local knowledge because for most of the time, I didn’t have any. I therefore had to rely purely on dumb luck and be patient. I go for weeks on end without scoring sometimes, but that only made the elation of a successful attack all the greater. All I had to do was grab the girl from behind, clamp my hand over her mouth so she couldn’t scream, drag her to where no prying eye were likely to spot us, threaten her with certain death if she cried out or resisited and then……simply enjoy her. Naturally, I rapidly processed from mere groping to more penetrative activities. Of course, I allowed them cry and plead. After all, I’m not a complete monster. I’m not racist either. Girls of any race, creed or colour all feel the same when I’m rubbing my exposed cock on their warm, smooth, naked skin. In fact, I find the sight of white cum on black skin most esthetically pleasing.

Blood. Yep, now this did take me by surprise the first time I encountered this whist raping some chubby little Asian chick. Still, we live and learn and I now always carry a pack of Wetwipes with me whenever I go hunting.

Now guys, a word of caution concerning the perfectly natural desire to stick our stiff, rampant cocks into little girl’s mouths. Delectable though this feels, we should always remind ourselves that these mini bitches have teeth and unless we have the little madam completely under our psychological control, we run the risk of immense pain and possible scarring.

Am I bothered by the fact that I might be making my rape victim pregnant? Am I fuck! I love the fact that up and down the country, there could be dozens of mini Me’s running around. If I ever find a twelve year old female who looks a lot like me, I’m going to have that kid for sure. I’ll force her to call me daddy as I fuck her and try to remember which of the little cunts I’ve shagged in this area might be her mum.

So there we have it! So far, I’ve not gone into details about any particular adventure with a specific victim because I wanted to test the water first before I dived in. After all, lurid details of some big man’s inhumanity towards smaller, weaker teenage cuties isn’t everybody’s cup of tea, is it! I mean, do you really want to read about me running into an isolated ladies toilet on a park just because I saw a muddy little girl in football kit going in there all by herself? If you do, please let me know and when I get back from my next hunt, maybe I’ll oblige. Cheers for now.

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