Confession of a Child Rape Criminal

After first learning about masturbation in the second year of junior high school, I became filled with desire for women's bodies. Because I couldn't release my pent-up desires without a woman, I began to seek out various abnormal methods to relieve my pent-up lust. Now I'm 30, and although I've had many girlfriends and slept with many prostitutes, I still maintain my old, albeit perverted, behaviors. What are these behaviors? Don't laugh, I've done almost everything you know: assault on public transport, peeping in toilets, exhibitionism, child molestation, groping women on the street, etc. You could say that these are the things that interest me most in my life; work is just a formality. Today, I'll focus on the cases of child molestation and abuse I've committed over the past ten years.

Although I'm very lustful, I'm also very cowardly and don't dare to do anything violent like raping or assaulting women on the street. However, my restless lustful heart still leads me to prey on young girls, mostly elementary school students. I felt they were powerless to resist, and the unique bodies of young girls were a different, mysterious world to me. Over the past ten years, I've molested more than a dozen young girls, which was quite satisfying, but most of the time I could only touch their buttocks, pull their hands to touch my penis, or pull down their pants and grope them a few times before running away, because opportunities are rare and safety is paramount. Only once did I successfully have sex with them, really. Let me tell you about that time.

My most common activity was loitering around residential buildings after school, waiting for my prey to appear. My bespectacled, refined appearance provided good cover. Ah, the target appeared, a pretty little girl around 10 years old. Great! Although she was young, she was a bit plump, with a round, firm buttocks, and her legs, exposed under her short skirt, were not only fair and tender but also long and full, making her look like a porcelain doll. Ah, it's so arousing! I imagined how exciting it would be to toss up her short skirt, pull down her panties, and caress her round little bottom, long legs, and bare vulva. I followed her carefully, afraid that she or the people in the neighborhood would notice. Luckily, it was still early, and not many people were going home yet. I followed her past a few buildings, looking around to make sure no one could see me, and I couldn't help but squeeze my slightly swollen crotch a few times. My eyes were glued to her fair, tender long legs and small, round bottom, and I hoped she would soon enter a secluded building with no one around. Great! I saw her enter a completely enclosed building with no pedestrians in front of her. Unlike some girls I followed well, whose stairwells were either crowded or open, where people could clearly see into the opposite building and any noise could be heard far away, often making my efforts futile. My heart pounded. This was a rare opportunity, and I quickened my pace to follow her. As soon as I entered the building, I took out my already somewhat erect penis and began to masturbate boldly. I took a few quick steps forward. Ah, looking down at that pretty little princess's bare white legs was even more stimulating; her thighs were exposed even more, almost revealing her underwear.

Ah, my heart was pounding. My penis was already very hard and swollen from the combined stimulation of my eyes and hand. I just hoped she didn't live on the second or third floor, otherwise I would be right at her door. She noticed me and glanced back at me. I quickly covered my swollen penis with both hands, pretending to be relaxed and not paying attention to her as I went upstairs. Fortunately, she probably didn't think I was a bad guy and didn't pay attention to me anymore. Okay, second floor. Third floor, I followed her closer and closer. My erect penis was getting closer and closer to that mysterious and sexy little white body, just over a meter behind her. Third floor. The middle of the fourth floor is the best spot. I can't wait any longer. My heart was pounding as I rushed up behind her, reached under her short skirt, slid down her fair thighs, and pinched her little bottom. Ah, what a little fleshy ball. Caught off guard by the unexpected movement, the little girl turned around and let out a soft "Ah!" Thankfully, she didn't scream, but I was still startled. Then, with a terrified expression, she burst into tears. The moment she uttered a cry, I was horrified and quickly covered her mouth with my hand. I didn't dare let go; if she continued crying, I might not be able to leave the stairwell. So, with a wicked thought, I grabbed her neck. This time, the sound she made from her discomfort was just a faint whisper in her throat. She wouldn't grab my hand, so I had to push her to the ground, tightly gripping her neck. She kept trying to pry my hands off, her legs kicking wildly. Her pretty little face was flushed red. After less than half a minute, she stopped moving much. I quickly stopped. Thankfully, she was still breathing, but she was already half-conscious. I was terrified too; my heart was pounding, and my limbs were weak. After all, this was a crime, and I could go to jail. But this was a scene I'd longed for day and night; I couldn't miss it.

Suppressing my panic, I quickly pulled down her skirt and panties. Ah, God! Such a beautiful little body under my hands—slender, white legs, a smooth vulva… exactly like the pictures online. I was so excited and thrilled. I knelt on the ground, using both my hands and mouth. First, I touched her soft, white thighs, then my mouth immediately kissed the delicate folds of her groin, then her vulva. It was so tender! I kissed it, licked it with my tongue, and used my hands to carefully examine her vagina. I turned her over again and kissed her tiny, round buttocks—the kind I'd fantasized about so much—with my stinky mouth. One hand enveloped the other, squeezing and gripping it tightly. It felt so tender, unlike anything I'd ever felt with an adult woman. But I hadn't had enough of the most important part—her vulva. I turned her over again, parted her legs, and only dared to glance at it. It was just like the pictures I'd seen online—pink and small. I parted her labia with my hands; the inside was pink too. I quickly kissed it. So soft and tender, a sensation I'd never experienced before. I randomly touched her vulva and then inserted my finger, immediately touching the hymen. I felt the hymen, and then with a forceful thrust, my finger slid all the way in, breaking through the white membrane.

I didn't dare play slowly; there might be people in the hallway at any moment. I listened carefully to check for any sounds; thankfully, no one was around. I thrust my two fingers in and out a few times, then inserted one finger into her anus. Ah, I used my thumb to probe her vagina, kneading the septum between her rectum and vagina. Red blood was flowing out. Ah, I couldn't take it anymore! My penis was so hard and big. I cupped her white, beautiful body in my arms, and after a few moments of feeling her vulva, I pushed it in. It felt so tight. Perhaps because of the blood, my glans only hurt a little. Many women say my penis is medium to large, maybe 15 centimeters. I didn't think that far ahead. That throbbing feeling made me involuntarily thrust it all the way in. Wow, it felt so tight, completely different from a big woman's. Ha, what I'd been dreaming of day and night was now a reality!

The little princess just groaned and twisted her body, but she didn't wake up. It was enough for her little body. 15 centimeters! I think I've penetrated deep into her uterus. I thrust in and out hard, feeling it all. I watched my large penis go in and out of that small, shiny opening, stained with red blood. I used my heaviest thrusting technique, hearing the slapping sounds. The small body beneath me swayed with each impact, and more blood flowed out... Ah, I'm so happy. Not many men in the world have this opportunity. But I didn't dare play for too long, nor did I savor it slowly. The girl's hole was so tight; every thrust felt like a grip. I only thrust intensely about twenty times before I wanted to ejaculate. Not quite. There was one more move I had to try. I pulled out and positioned the little girl, her lower body bare and white, like a little bitch on all fours. I pinched my bloodied penis and slapped it a few times on her white buttocks before guiding it into her vagina. I pulled her hips up with both hands and thrust in. After a few thrusts, I felt that just seeing her buttocks and legs wasn't enough, so I pushed her shirt up to her neck. I touched her breasts—they weren't developed yet, not fun. But it was the perfect obscene back view of a little girl, and the greater visual stimulation excited me even more.

I thrust and pounded hard. Her little body swayed back and forth with my movements. I pinched her little buttocks and her tiny, slender white legs, and even pulled her braids back with my hand. This was my 10-year-old little mare... It felt so good... Before I'd even reached twenty thrusts, a cramping sensation came over me, and I quickened my pace. Oh... So good... I quickly thrust into her little buttocks a few more times, then hurriedly stood up, quickly put on her skirt, and arranged her in a sleeping position against the railing. I figured that even if someone saw her, they wouldn't immediately understand what was happening, let alone chase after me. I gave her a final, hard squeeze on her genitals, left the still-dazed, tender little flesh, and ran downstairs. Oh my god, when I got to the first floor, a woman in her thirties was just about to go upstairs. I forced myself to remain calm, put my bloodied hand in my pocket, and walked out, my heart pounding as I fled. For the next two weeks or so, I was constantly afraid the police would come to my door, and I was always uneasy. Later, I stopped being afraid, and all I felt was endless reminiscence.

This was the most severe assault I ever committed against a young girl. Many others were just a matter of suddenly pulling down their pants, touching them a couple of times, and then they'd run away in fear... If you're bolder, you actually have better opportunities...

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