If you plan well and take great care when carrying out the plan, you will get the results you want.
It is all in the planning.
Leave nothing to chance.
Think of every possible outcome and make sure you know what you will do in response if that should occur.
Listen to your instinct, particularly when it’s telling you to abort. Don’t let lust and desire blind you to the warning signs when things are going wrong.
I have followed those rules when out hunting and have never been caught.
I first spotted my target more than a year ago, a beautiful 10 yo girl with her Mom in Walmart. She caught my eye initially because of the tight little white leggings she was wearing. They showed off her bubble butt so perfectly, signalling she was on the point of puberty, but not quite.
What got my cock hard was that she was wearing dark blue panties, with red accents around the waist and legs, clearly visible through her tight white pants. I absolutely love that.
She was wearing a little pink t-shirt showing budding little breasts. I could imagine them in all their puffy glory. I had to have them.
She was as cute as a button with long blonde hair tied in bunches each side of her head. Her lips were full and kissable, her nose small and slightly upturned, and she had the most beautiful big blue innocent eyes.
Her Mom had the look of a single parent who was exhausted. I imagined she was probably working more than one low paying job. She looked like a 30 yo version of her daughter that had had a hard life. Her eyes didn’t shine like the little girl, her mouth was pinched in the way long time smokers mouths do. Everything about her said flakey.
I followed they both around the store at a respectful distance watching those little buttocks slide up and down against each other as she walked.
When they left the store I left too and watched them get into an old beat up Chevy station Wagon.
I jumped into my car, started the engine and waited until I saw them drive towards the exit of the parking lot. I let one car get between me and them and followed.
They drove out of town and, as the traffic thinned, I dropped back so as not to be seen. I wasnt worried that they might think I was following, I just didn’t want to give them a chance to remember me should they be asked in the future. It’s important to be as invisible as possible. If at any point something happens to draw attention to you, abort and move on.
They drove for about 10 miles before turning into a driveway leading to an isolated rundown single story house. I carried on driving past and continued my hour long journey home.
I left it about one month before I took a drive back past the house. I chose a Sunday to return because I figured that was the best day to catch them at home. They didn’t strike me as Church goers.
I was right, as I approached , I could see the Mom in the front yard hanging her laundry onto a makeshift line strung between the corner of the house and a nearby tree. I was nearly past the house when the little girl appeared from behind the house. I got the impression of a short pink summer dress which covered the little girl to maybe mid-thigh. She was definitely wearing her hair in bunches again and was as cute as I remembered.
Having established that was definitely her house, I started 11 months of planning how I was going to get that girl naked, take her virginity and move on without being seen or leaving a trace.
I was right about the Mom. She worked a shift as a cleaner at a nearby school, not the one her daughter attended. Her shift finished in time for her to drive 3 miles to do school pickup.
She had time to shop, make dinner and put her daughter to bed before she did her second shift as a waitress at a seedy looking bar / restaurant in the next town. She worked there from 10 pm until 2 am, 6 days per week.
There was no Dad or boyfriend on the scene. No Mom, sister or friend sitting with the girl when Mom was at work. She was on her own for four hours, every night, 6 days per week.
I found that the little girls room was at the back of the house. There was no fence around the yard at the back, it just ran into a thickly wooded area and then out on to open fields after about 3 miles. Each time I parked in the woods I saw no one.
There was no lighting anywhere on the outside of the house and it was easy to creep into the yard, up to the house and peer in through the windows unseen.
When the Mom left the house, the little girl was always in bed watching a small TV set that looked like it was something out of the 1980’s. She always finished her night by eating a small packet of potato chips and drinking a small bottle of some sort of fruit juice, before switching the TV off around 10:30 and going to sleep. She slept in a t-shirt and panties.
About 3 months into my observation, Mom began working later at the school which had two consequences. 1. The girl had to get dropped off from school by the school bus. 2. Mom had the groceries delivered every afternoon. The delivery guy left the package on the back porch out of sight from the road. From then on their routine didn’t change.
I decided to make my move in Fall when the evenings became dark.
I timed my visit just after a Wednesday delivery. I crept into the yard , opened up the brown grocery bag. I extracted the small juice bottle in my gloved hand and injected a sedative through the foil lid. I gave the bottle a shake and carefully placed it back into the bag, folded the top down and retreated to the trees.
I set an alarm on my analogue dumb watch, and settled against a tree and slept.
The vibration on my wrist woke me just before 10 pm. It was dark but still warm. I moved towards the edge of the tree line where I could watch the Mom leave for work. I waited for 45 minutes after Mom had gone to work and then I made my way to the girls window.
Her TV was still on, and the flickering light showed her fast asleep with the empty juice bottle on the table beside her bed. Her potato chips remained unopened on the table next to the bottle.
I used a thin metal ruler to slip between the bedroom window where the two parts of the window met and where the latch was situated. I quietly used the ruler to flip the latch, opened the window and silently climbed in. I shut the window behind me and approached the bed.
I could see the thin sheet covering her body rising and falling, and could hear her quiet breathing.
I removed the sheet. She was lying on her side with her legs slightly bent at the knee. Her panty clad bottom faced me. I took the time to savour the sight of her panties which were pink with Dora The Explorer figures all over.
I turned her on her stomach. She didn’t stir. I pulled the panties down to her ankles and removed one leg out of them. Her butt shone in the light of the Tv, her butt crack accentuated by the shadows cast.
At last, after a whole year waiting and fantasising, I removed my gloves and placed my hand on the soft firm buttocks. Her skin was like velvet, all the better knowing no other male had touched it.
I rolled her over onto her back and spread her legs. Her pussy was beautiful, a work of art. A more perfect pussy you could never hope to see. Symmetrical lips, perfectly smooth without a blemish and perfectly bald, not even soft downy hair. I ran my hand over her lips and pressed a finger into her cleft to feel her clitoris.
Lifting her legs I moistened her vaginal and anal holes with my tongue. There was no reaction from the unconscious girl.
I lifted her t-shirt to inspect her chest. It was perfectly flat. Maybe standing there was a hint of tit, but on her back, nothing. Even her small nipples almost blended into the rest of her chest.
I removed my trousers and my thong briefs. I climbed on the bed and lowered myself between her legs.
My cock found its way to her unexplored vagina. Not even a finger had been in that tunnel, but I was forcing my dick into her.
It wasn’t nearly as difficult getting to her hymen as I had experienced with other girls of her age. I didn’t need to prize her hole open with my fingers, I just needed to push my steel-hard cock into her.
Also, her Hymen was no barrier to me, I pushed straight through it. With the girl unconscious there was none of the squealing, flinching and resisting. There I was, balls deep in this lovely untouched cunt. She looked so beautiful lying there as if in sleep, breathing softly.
It was time to get going. So, savouring every stroke, I began to fuck my little baby doll. Her head rocked from side to side as I went about my business. Her breathing got a little more ragged the harder I fucked her, but there was no danger of her waking, not with the cocktail I had put in her juice.
My heart was thumping in my chest leaving me short of breath the pleasure was so great. The reality lived up to the fantasy, and more. I felt my orgasm on its way. Oh the decision. To cum inside her or spray her butt. Fuck it, I shot my load inside her. Each pulse of my climax delivering fresh waves of pleasure. Oh this moment was worth all the months of planning.
After my balls were empty, I continued pushing in and out. usually I am not a fan of post-orgasm fuckage. It never feels as good and can even feel unpleasant. Not on this occasion. It still felt great, so I carried on fucking her until I decided I had better stop to leave myself enough time for the clean-up.
I pulled out and released my spent cum which had been plugged up by my dick. It ran out onto her mattress. I went to the bathroom and dampened a cloth I had brought. I cleaned the blood and cum from her pussy, ass, legs and bed. Then I cleaned myself up and put on my gloves.
I pulled down her T-shirt and put her leg back in her panties and pulled them up.
I removed a small bottle of juice from my bag, just like the one she had been drinking. I poured most of it down the sink in the bathroom, the rest I poured on her stomach, knickers and between her legs onto the mattress. I placed the empty bottle in her hand on her stomach.
I removed the bottle she had actually drunk from and put it in my bag.
Checking around to ensure I had left no sign of my presence, I picked up my stuff and climbed out of the window, positioning the latch so I could press it down locked with my metal ruler before creeping off back to my car.
After driving home, I burned the juice container, wash up rag, my gloves, the clothes I was wearing and my sneakers.
A few weeks later, I drove out of state to get my tires changed for ones with a completely different tread pattern.
I watched the news, checked the internet and local papers for weeks for any mention of an assault on a little girl. None ever showed up.
I have no idea if she knew anything had happened. I never went anywhere near that town again.
