Story: Centerville (Mg, Cons, Rom, Pedo)   
      
      
      
      
      
       [I had heard subtle references to this small town, but they were little   
   more than rumor and the mere mention of it silenced the speaker as if all   
   knowledge were secret.  Bits and pieces were all I could get but upon   
   assembling them they told of a place in central Iowa, a haven for   
   pedophiles with a bevy of very little girls sexually conditioned to provide   
   an adult male with everything a man could desire.  SM]   
      
      
      
      
      
       CHAPTER 1   
      
       Being an investigative reporter for Black Star has its perks, access to   
   anywhere on earth, top notch credentials and the top news stories carried   
   around the world.  Human interest was my game and I have uncovered some   
   really good stories over time, enough so that I was given this story to   
   research.  When words are spoken, none bring more terror into the   
   listener's eyes than the word Pedophile.  A word that conjures up thoughts   
   of disgusting men raping and molesting little girls or boys.  Actually that   
   fear rightly belongs to the child molester and not the pedophile because by   
   definition, a pedophile loves children in the way most of us love adults   
   and for whatever reason exists are drawn to a child instead of an adult.   
   Perhaps it is the inability to deal with love in an adult world that drives   
   them to the simple world of the child, as far as I know, no one is certain.   
      
       They come from all walks of life; all countries and all faiths, much   
   more closet bound than the Gays ever were, for after all they were   
   consenting adults.  But this is not the case with the Pedophile because   
   while he is consenting, society holds that the child is not and frankly it   
   is up surd to think that a child cannot assess if they like something or   
   not and thus give consent for more of what they like.  Is this any   
   different than any adult relationship?  I think not.  Be that as it may,   
   society has passed laws worldwide to the contrary.   
      
       Like all stories I write there is a time for some background research   
   and then donning an undercover guise I would use to observe unnoticed among   
   them.  In this case I had to do nothing because a pedophile has no scarlet   
   letter and looks just like you or I do.  There was something useful though,   
   the rather natural fact that little girls are literally drawn to pedophiles   
   presumably because they can somehow sense the love coming from such men and   
   the odd fact that girls do not relate to age difference at all, their   
   libido driven by feelings rather than sight and physical appearance.  Yes,   
   this is correct, even a little girl can sense love and to some extent   
   desire coming from a man, it's simply built into them as a gender.  Still,   
   it is not what a pedophile does that sets him apart; it is what he thinks   
   and how he feels inside.  I could look and act the part, but I would never   
   feel the way they do.   
      
       Heading into the Hawkeye state on Interstate 35 was about as exciting as   
   washing your socks with the socks edging slightly above in ranking.  I kept   
   my speed control at the posted speed and kept driving.  When I finally grew   
   tired I spotted an exit sign that read Centerville and I took it releasing   
   the speed control and slowing onto no less than a dirt road that could be   
   two lanes if you were in a horse and buggy.  Another sign read CENTERVILLE   
   1 Mile.  Creeping along trying to avoid a dust cloud it was about 9 PM   
   before I drove into the city, which was actually a village with pristine   
   houses and tree lined streets of nearly new blacktop with curbs.  There was   
   a hometown flair to the place and I found it most comfortable in   
   appearance. I pulled into the Motel 6 driveway and parked.  Going inside I   
   was met by a mild mannered man easily in his early 40's who eyed me with   
   discernable caution.  Behind him was one of the prettiest little girls I   
   had ever laid eyes on.  She was pure blonde about 7 years old and wore   
   clothing designed for a teenager wanting to attract the attention of boys.   
   Most noticeable of all was the stream of white cum running down her creamy   
   white thigh and the more than obvious presence of tiny developing breasts.   
      
       Without waiting I knelt down and let this little honey into my arms.   
   She smelled of sex but I said nothing but telling how pretty she was.  The   
   little girl ate up the praise I gave her and the man visibly relaxed when I   
   felt the little girl up a bit, nothing really obvious.   
      
       "And just how long will you be staying, Mr....?" the man searched.   
      
       "It's Jones, very common.  And it will be for one night." I retorted.   
      
       The little girl was looking at me like I was dinner, licking her lips   
   and gyrating around in an obvious sexual display for me.   
      
       "She likes you, and I imagine all of them will."   
      
       "All of them?"   
      
       The man just smiled and fetched a room key while I signed the register.   
   54 dollars later I was walking toward my room and as I moved to unlock the   
   door I was not alone.  A little white hand reached up to take hold of mine   
   and the fragrance of Lotus Blossoms wafted up into my nose.  Turning around   
   to look behind me, there she was a little slip of a girl maybe 5, maybe   
   not. Utterly beautiful in her youth and she too sported young developing   
   breasts.  Barefoot and dressed in almost nothing, everything that she had   
   was clearly visible and apparent for my pleasure.  Her smile was infectious   
   and she made no hesitation about grasping my cock within my pants.  I   
   quickly surmised that she was sizing me up, length and girth but would not   
   be sure of that until later.  Well her with me now was the test of tests as   
   this must be the place I had heard about.  What I thought I would be able   
   to resist was fading away fast.  This child with her dainty hand on my   
   manhood was telling me she would not only be with me tonight; she would be   
   my lover in every way.  She was not that far from being a baby, I simply   
   could not believe it.   
      
       This was far from consent, she had a very real desire and she was   
   literally trembling before me.  I soon saw why.   
      
       "Your gonna have to help be with this." she stated matter of factly.   
      
       Spreading her tiny legs, she revealed a round flat plug or something   
   tight up against her baby sex.  I reached for it and gently pulled.  What I   
   pulled out of her was a 6 inch long dildo nearly 2 inches in diameter, her   
   conditioning tool no doubt.  The dildo was covered in a thick viscous film   
   of her sexual fluids the fragrance of which was hard to describe, a mixture   
   of aromas that were clearly female but not as yet developed but very slick   
   to the touch.  I raised it to my lips and licked the rubber phallus clean   
   as wide little eyes smiled at me.   
      
       "You like my taste?" she timidly asked.   
      
       I was about to answer her when her little hands began unbuckling my belt   
      
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