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The Counselor
by Hollander (address withheld)

***

Bill convinces 12 year old Stacey to become his

"secret" girl friend. After he gets her pregnant, he
also convinces her to let him rape her 10 year old
sister. Then Bill heads for the hills to avoid prison,
but Bobby, the court-appointed counselor, takes up
where Bill left off. (M+/g+, ped, nc, rp, preg)

***

Chapter 1: The Hospital

Bobby Wilson was a counselor with the children�s court,
dealing with children who�d been subjected to violence,
either within or with out of the home. Stacey, a
beautiful 12 year old girl, soon to be 13, and pregnant
from rape was assigned to him by the court for help, a
plea asked for by her mother. He was also assigned her
younger sister, Lynette, 10 years old, who had been
raped by the same man as her older sister. What Bobby
heard was a remarkable story that led him to do things
he�d never considered.

Stacey, a tall, lanky 12 year old, with honey blonde

streaked hair, a thin waist, lanky legs and a budding
chest, breasts the size of half a tennis ball or less,
no more than an A-cup, sat across from Bobby to tell
him about her repeated rapes by a man she knew only as
"Bill." But from the start, the most amazing thing to
Bobby was that Stacey seemed to have enjoyed her
experiences � experiences that now had her three months
pregnant at age 12.

"So how did it start?" Bobby began.

"Well, it was that day at the hospital when my grandma

had an operation," she said, then stopped.

"Go on," Bobby urged after a moments silence.

"Well, we was there all day, in the waiting room

mostly, and I seen him sittin� there, reading a book,
from around noon. And I seen he was lookin� at me, and
I could tell he liked me. He was lookin� at me that
way. And I kinda stretched a lot, and showed him my
body, and laid on the couch and stretched out so he
could look at me. So I guess I sorta lead him on a
little."

Bobby now noticed her reenacting her stretching

motions, and he became aroused at the sight of her
young breasts. But he swallowed, squirmed in his seat,
then invited her to continue.

"Well, I finally told my mama that I had to go to the

toilet, and that was way down the hall. So I got up and
left, and when I come out from peein�, he was standin�
there like he was going into the men's bathroom. Then
he smiled at me and said hello."

Bill�s story: She was so hot. Long legs, small

developing breasts, thin waist, pretty turned up nose
with freckles running across it, blonde hair in a pony
tail. And she knew I was looking at her, sizing her up.
I heard her tell her fat mother that she was going to
the toilet, which I knew was way down a long hall, then
around a corner, near some examination rooms. I also
noticed her little sister. Also tall, long legs, but no
breast development. Same beautiful blonde hair though.
When Stacey, as I�d heard her called, left the waiting
room for the toilet, it was just something I decided on
the spur of the moment to go for. There was an exit
close by, if she rebuffed me and I had to leave in a
hurry. I�d never tried to appease my desire for young
girls before, but for some reason, I decided now was
the time.

"What happened then?" Bobby asked, now fascinated by

the story.

"He said he�d noticed me in the waiting room. Then he

said how beautiful he thought I was. I said thank you,
and he said I was also the sexiest girl he�d seen in a
while."

"What did you say to that?" he asked.

"Well, I thanked him, but said I wasn�t old enough to

be sexy," Stacey said. "But he said I didn�t know much
about men, and that there were lots of men like him who
were attracted to pretty young girls like me. So I
said, �Well I don�t have much on top,� pointing to my
titties. But he tells me that he thinks they�re the
sexiest ones he�s seen in a long time."

Bill�s story: I wanted to touch those little titties in

the worst way. I turned on the charm and flattery,
hoping it would do the trick. She was attracted to the
approach, so I took the plunge and ask her if we could
be alone for a few minutes.

"What did he say then?" Bobby asked.

"Well, he asked me if we could go into one of the rooms

there and talk for a minute or two alone. He was real
handsome, and I liked it that he liked me so much, so I
said yes," Stacey replied.

"Didn�t it occur to you that he was a grown man and you

were just a girl and that he might hurt you?" Bobby
asked, amazed that she would go so willingly with a
man.

"Well, a little," the girl replied. "I was nervous, but

it was, well, sort of exciting too. And I didn�t think
he�d hurt me or anything, not right there in the
hospital."

"So you found him attractive?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah," the girl replied, a smile spreading across her

pretty mouth. "He was real good lookin�, and real nice
to me. And I could tell he liked me."

Of course he did, Bobby thought, because he wanted to

rape you, you little fool. Then, someplace in the back
of his mind, he realized that, given the chance, he�d
love to stick his own now-hard tool into this young
lolita�s cunt.
"Anyway," Stacey continued, now caught up in her
remembrance, "we went into this room, where, like the
doctors examine you, and he told me right off that he
was crazy for me, and asked if he could kiss me."

Bill�s story: I was beside myself when the little minx

agreed to go into an empty exam room with me. It was in
the new wing of the hospital, just built and as yet
basically unused. I took a chance that no exams were
happening yet, but I also locked the door just in case,
though how I would have explained I didn�t think out. I
was just following my dick at that point, though I
would plan better in the future. When we got into the
room, I told her that I thought this was love at first
sight, which the child bought. Then I asked her if I
could kiss her, and she said yes, closed her eyes and
waited. I pressed my lips to her young mouth, kissed
her lips for a moment, then gently worked my tongue
into her mouth and began to massage hers with mine. I
could tell it was her first French kiss, and I held it
as long as I could to let her learn how.

"Then he put his tongue in my mouth," Stacey said.

"And you let him?" Bobby asked.

"Uh-huh," the girl replied simply.

"Did you like it?" he couldn�t help asking.

"Yeah," was all Stacey said.

"Was he holding you? Restraining you at all?"

"He was sort of hugging me," Stacey said. "It felt

nice. He kissed me twice like that, then said he loved
me and asked if I thought I could love him."

"And what did you say then?"

"I said probably. Then he told me how sexy my body was,

and he asked if he could touch one of my beautiful
breasts."

Bill�s story: I asked her if I could touch one of those

lovely little breasts as I kissed her, and the star-
struck little girl said I could. I began another kiss,
but before my lips reached hers, my hand was fondling
that little titty through the fabric of her top and the
small bra she was wearing. It was soft and yielding,
and I could feel the small nipple harden as I caressed
the small boob. I knew I had to see those little melons
up close and without benefit of bra. Meantime, my dick
was nearly coming out of my pants. And the danger of
what I was doing just seemed to increase the pleasure
of it.

"And you let him?" Bobby asked, totally mesmerized by

now.
"Uh-huh," the girl answered, as though it was the most
natural thing in the world.

"Had you ever let anyone touch your breasts before?"

Bobby blurted.

"Just two boys from school. They just wanted to see how
they felt, but they didn�t do nothin� else, and I never
took my clothes off for them or nothin�. But it felt
real good the way he was rubbin� it and kissin� my
tongue at the same time. And I started to feel funny
all over, �specially between my legs."

Bill�s story: She responded better than I had hoped.

Her arms went around my neck, inexpertly, but there
nevertheless, and she was tonguing back furiously now.
She pushed her young chest willingly into my hand after
a moment, and I massaged the small breast greedily.

Bobby thought his dick would rip open his pants by now.
"You were becoming aroused?" he breathed.

"What�s that?" Stacey asked, puzzled by the new word.

"You were enjoying what was happening?" he rephrased.

"Yeah," she said. "I was real happy that a handsome guy
liked me and thought I was sexy. I knew mama wouldn�t
want me doin� what I was doin�, but that made it even
more fun. We were playing naughty, like when I was a
little girl and the preacher�s boys and me would take
down our pants and play doctor, you know. And now I was
playing doctor with a handsome guy in a real hospital."

Bobby couldn�t believe his ears, or his hard-on. "What

happened then?"

"He told me he just had to see my titties, and would I

show them to him. So I took off my shirt and bra."

Bill�s story: When I asked her, she unhesitatingly shed

her red T-shirt, revealing her tiny white cotton bra.
As I gazed on the small mound, still covered in cotton,
I suddenly realized that this was probably not the
first time Stacey had pulled down her panties for a
boy. But that didn�t bother me, because, I thought,
this may be the first time she gets fucked by a man.

I reached behind her, undid the clasp of the bra, and

removed the last impediment between me and those lovely
little melons. They were magnificent, with surprising
dark little nipples standing erect from the puffy
little buds of breasts. I knew she was 12 by now, and
that her name was Stacey and that she lived near the
hospital. But I also knew, as I caressed those little
nubbins in each hand, while greedily running my tongue
in her mouth, that I had to get those shorts off and
get my dick some relief.
"You just took off your clothes for a man you�d never
met before and knew nothing about?" Bobby asked,
incredulous.

Stacey actually smiled. "Well, just my shirt and bra at

first. And he rubbed my titties, and it felt real good,
even better without my shirt. And he was kissin� me
while he was doing it, and it felt real, you know, like
romantic."

"Then what did he do?"

"While he was still kissin� me, he picked me up and sat

me down on the end of that bed they have where the
doctor looks at you," she continued. "Then he started
kissin� my neck, then my titties."

Bill�s story: I swooped her up and sat her on the end

of the examination table, without my tongue leaving her
mouth. Then I began kissing her neck, then down to suck
each of her beautiful, small breasts into my mouth, in
turn, and tongue each nipple into hardness they�d
probably never known. Stacey was responding hungrily,
and I knew I could get her pants off next. But I also
knew time was of the essence. There was no time to
waste.

"Stacey," Bobby gasped, trying to come back to morality

briefly, "you sound as though you were enjoying this."

"It felt real good," she replied simply. "I�d never had
a boy kiss my titties before."

"But it was a grown man," Bobby blurted. "Didn�t you

know this was wrong?"

"Well, I knew mama wouldn�t like it," she answered,

"but I�d heard about all this stuff from other girls at
school and from TV and all, and I knew none of my
girlfriends had ever had a handsome guy likin� them
like this and doin� it the way he was, and I just
wanted to do it so I could tell them what it was really
like, instead of what they�d done with boys."

Bobby gulped and tried to regain his train of thought.

"What happened then?"

Stacey went on as if describing a trip to the lake.

"Well, then he put his hand in between my legs and
started rubbing down there, you know, on my wee-wee,
while he was kissin� my titties, and it really started
to feel good down there. I knew he knew what he was
doin�"

Bill�s story: As I sucked those luscious little tits, I

decided to try to make things happen in a hurry. I
pushed a hand into her crotch and began to massage her
little cunt. She responded by opening her beautiful
thin legs wider to allow me better access. After only a
few passes of my hand up and down, my finger now
feeling the outline of her slit, I could tell a
difference in her breathing.

The little slut was starting to get off on it. I

decided it was now or never. I�d make her feel good,
then she�d probably feel like she owed me the same
pleasure. But I had to make it sound good. "Stacey," I
said, looking up from her breast that I had been
sucking, "would you like me to make you feel better
than you ever have in your life?"

"Then he asks me if I want him to make me feel better

than I ever have in my life," Stacey continued. "And I
was already feeling pretty good, but I said yes."

"And what did he say?" Bobby asked, knowing that this

was all being taped for the court and the police and
wondering how this was going to sound.

"He told me to take off my shorts and my panties,"

Stacey answered simply.

"And you did it, just like that?" Bobby inquired, now
fascinated once again.

"Uh-huh," the girl responded.

"And he was still fully clothed?"

"Uh-huh."

"And now you�re fully naked?" Bobby gasped.

"Uh-huh."

"Then what did he do?" Bobby asked.

"Then he started licking my wee-wee," was the girl�s

response.

Bill�s story: She eagerly agreed. In just the few

moments I�d had with her, I had her worked up to the
point that she would agree to just about anything. She
was a hot little minx, and I knew how to get her
hotter. I told her to take off her shorts and panties,
and she immediately began to squirm out of her white
shorts and pink cotton panties.

I helped her pull them down, revealing her perfect

little slit. There were about a dozen short blonde
hairs on her pubus, but none down her perfectly bald
slit. I pushed her gently down onto the exam table,
kissing her as I did, caressing one of her tits. When I
broke off the kiss, I smiled down at her and said, "I
love you, Stacey, and I�m going to make you feel the
best you�ve ever felt. Just spread you legs apart, and
I�ll do the rest. I�ll show you how good your pussy can
make you feel."

Bobby had to regroup and try to become professional

again. "Stacey, you sound as if you were enjoying this,
that you were happy to go along with this guy."

"It felt real good," she said. "And, yeah, I liked it.
Nobody�d ever done that to me before."

Bill�s story: I kissed her labia, and she responded by

widening her legs, giving me all the access I wanted.
She smelled so sweet, and I suspected she used bath
powder down here as well as under her arms. I stuck my
tongue out and began to penetrate her slit. And I found
her pussy was already running with juice. It was the
sweetest I�d ever tasted, and I immediately suspected
that she was still a virgin. Her hips bucked as I
penetrated deeply into her young cunt, mashing her
groin into my face. I responded by sticking my tongue
deep into her hole.

Her ass rose off the table at that, and I moved up to

her clit. It was already hard, though small, and I
sucked it greedily into my mouth and began to tongue
it. She began gasping for breath and mashing harder
into my face. I raised a hand under my chin and
inserted a finger into her hole. Within the second
knuckle, I found her hymen.

I didn�t have time to waste, so I simply pushed it in.

She yelped and bucked, and I felt additional fluid
seeping out of her cunt. But I redoubled my sucking and
licking on her hard little clit, and she soon returned
to getting off on her first orgasm with a man. Which
came almost immediately.

Her legs wrapped tightly around my head, as her ass

rose into the air and held there. Small moans escaped
from her lips, and I reached up to massage one of her
small breasts. Her juice flowed into my mouth like from
a faucet, and she almost whined as waves of pleasure
rolled over young, lithe body. I don�t know how many
orgasms she had, but it was definitely more than one.

"So what did he do after that?" Bobby asked, realizing

the girl was describing having an orgasm.

"Then he kissed me and asked me if I enjoyed it,"

Stacey said. "I told him I never felt better. Then he
kissed me again and asked me if I was willing to make
him feel good too."

Bill�s story: When she finally came down from her cum,
I stood up, moved over her, my face still glistening
from her juice. I leaned down, kissed her deeply,
letting her taste her own juice, then stood up and
asked, "Did that feel good, sweetheart?"

She looked at me through slitted eyes and whispered, "I

never felt like that before. But what hurt?"

"That was your cherry, sweetheart. You�re a virgin,

aren�t you?"

"Yes," she said in a low voice, almost looking

embarrassed.

"Well, sweetheart, now that I�ve made you feel good,

will you do the same for me?"

"Yes," she said, sitting up. "What do you want me to

do?"

I cupped one of her small breasts and kissed her again.

Then I said, "I want to show you my peter." With that,
I lowered my pants and briefs, finally freeing Mr.
Happy, who stood up like a flagpole, itching to bury
himself in that small pussy. She instinctively reached
out and wrapped her hand around it. "It�s so hard and
big," she muttered. "So much bigger than my little
brother�s."

"That�s because I love you so much," I said. "And now I

want to put it inside your pussy and fuck you." I knew
I didn�t have much more time, and I moved down between
her legs and positioned myself to thrust into her, even
without a spoken assent. After all, this was legally
rape anyway, so why not go all the way. But she raised
up a bit and simply said, "Will it hurt?"

"Only a little at first," I assured her, not caring

whether it did or not. "Then it will start to feel
good."

"Are you going to put your pee-pee in me?" she asked,

innocently.

"Yes, sweetheart," I said. "I�m going to put my love

pee-pee inside you." She said nothing, but just smiled
and gave a slight nod of her head. I moved in for what
I wanted.

"Then what did he do?" Bobby asked.

"He put his peter into my pussy and started to rub it

in there," Stacey confirmed.

"You realize what he was doing was raping you, don�t

you?" Bobby asked.

"I didn�t know it was rape," she replied.

"Did he hurt you?"

"Only a little at first," Stacey said. "Then it started

to feel really good, and I had another thing like when
he was lickin� me."
"Did he have an orgasm in you that time?" Bobby asked.

"Do you mean did he pee-pee in me?" the girl asked.

"Yes," Bobby replied, knowing the answer.

"Yes," was all she said.

Bill�s story: I pushed the head of my dick slowly into

her entrance. She was raised up on her elbows, watching
almost detachedly. I smiled down at her, then
concentrated on the sight of my dick penetrating a 12
year old virgin pussy. She was sopping wet, and my 7-
incher slid in amazingly easily. (I�ve always
considered my penis small, and have wondered whether
that was one of the reasons why I was attracted to
young girls.

I just know I�ve never been attracted to mature women

with big tits and loose pussies.) She flinched slightly
as I buried my dick in until my pubic hair touched her
bald pussy lips. I could feel that I was touching the
entrance to her cervix, and I couldn�t wait to shoot my
load into her unprotected womb. I slowly pulled out,
then slowly pushed in again. I looked into her
beautiful blue eyes, and she smiled. I began a slow
rhythm, and reached up to fondle one of her small
breasts.

"I�m fucking you, Stacey," I said. And she just smiled,

her eyes now riveted on the cock pumping in and out of
her girl�s pussy. "Do you get your period yet?" I
asked, impulsively, hoping the answer was yes.

"Yes," she said.

If possible, my hard-on increased. "When was your last

one?" I asked.

"A week ago," she said, "or maybe more like ten days."

That was it. The thought that I might be getting a

pretty 12 year old pregnant was too much. I shot the
biggest load I�d ever had and nearly buckled over from
the pleasure as I jammed my prick hard up against her
cervix, spilling my load directly into her womb.

"After he raped you, what do you and he do?" Bobby

asked.

"He kissed me again, then he said we�d better get

dressed. He wiped my wee-wee with tissues, then stuffed
another one in there before I got dressed. He told me
to keep the tissues in there in case any pee-pee leaked
into my panties. He also said I shouldn�t tell anyone
about us because he�d get in trouble. Then he helped me
put on my bra. Then he asked me to kiss his peter and
put it in my mouth before he pulled up his pants. Then
he told me to put my panties in the dirty clothes as
soon as I got home and to let nobody see my pussy until
in the morning. Then he told me to leave first and go
back to where my mama was and tell her I had to poop,
and that�s why it took me so long."

"So you went back and never told anybody?"

"Uh-huh."

"But he arranged the next meeting for the next day?"

"Yeah," she said.

Bill�s story: As I helped her recover her tiny breasts

with her tiny bra, groping them one more time as I did.
"Stacey," I said, "I love you, and I have to see you
again."

"Okay," was all she said. I got her address and phone
number, then asked her if she could meet me at the mall
near her home tomorrow around 3:00. She assured me she
would, as she pulled on her panties and shorts. After
we�d dressed, I took her in my arms again and kissed
her deeply, rubbing one of her small breasts as I did.
Then I told her to leave first and say nothing to
anyone, because we�d be in trouble if she did.

Then I told her I had some surprises for her tomorrow,

and that she was now my girlfriend. She seemed excited
by that, and she slipped out of the room. I waited a
few more minutes, then slipped out of the side exit and
headed for my car. I had preparations to make, and I
had to come back later to see about my aunt in the
hospital. Luckily, she was only having foot surgery,
nothing life threatening. So I went shopping for a
video camera and a hotel room.

Chapter 2: The first hotel room

"So you met him at the mall the next day?" Bobby asked.

"Uh-huh," the pretty 12 year old said eagerly. "We met

outside The Gap, and he bought me some clothes. Then he
took me to Macy�s, and we shopped for me."

"What did you buy?"

"He bought me a real pretty new bra and some real sexy
panties," she said, happily. "Then he gave me the money
and had me buy them. Then I met him out in his car in
the parking lot, and he had me lie down in the back
seat and told me not to look up �cause he had a
surprise for me."

"And that surprise was a motel room?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah," she said.

Bill�s story: I met her at our designated spot outside
The Gap in the local mall. I had told her my name was
"Bill," and that I lived in the town just north of
here. Actually, my name is Hal, and I lived 60 miles
south of there. I let her buy some Gap clothes, then
took her to Macy�s. I wanted her to buy a sexy little
bra and some panties for what I had in mind. I gave her
cash in both places so that she could make the
purchases.

I didn�t want any shop clerks remembering my face or

name. Then I had her lie down in the back seat of my
car, because I didn�t want her to see the name of the
motel. It was early afternoon, and I�d arranged a motel
room out near the interstate, around back. I could
sneak Stacey in and out without much notice, and I�d
already set the room up for what I had planned for my
little chicken.

"So then he took you to a motel room?" Bobby inquired.

"Yeah," Stacey said.

"But you don�t know which one?"

"No."

"Not even the room number?"

"No, just that it was out near the interstate," the

girl answered. "We just got out and moved real quick
into the room."

"And he had the video camera already set up?"

"Yeah," she replied, "and he told me to go into the

bathroom and change into the new bra and panties, then
put my clothes back on."

Reading from her police statement, Bobby then said,

"And then he started to videotape you?" he asked.

"Yeah," Stacey said.

Bill�s story: When she came out of the bathroom,

wearing the skirt and top I�d bought her at The Gap,
she looked lovely. I had already stripped down to my
briefs, had a huge hard-on bulging in the front, and
had the video camera fired up. I�d already explained to
her about reading the cue cards I had for her. This was
going to be, once edited, one great pedo video. I told
her where to stand, near the bathroom, and we began to
film.

"Hi," the beautiful girl said, "I�m Stacey, and my

boyfriend Bill and I had really good sex yesterday. He
took my virginity, and now he wants to pee-pee in me
again. Since I don�t have my period today, we�re going
to make love. I�m only 12, but Bill�s a grown man, and
his peter feels real good inside my little pussy. And
first, I�m going to show you the new bra that Bill
bought for me."

With that, she unbuttoned the blouse I�d bought her,

pulled it aside and showed off the pretty new training
bra with the metallic-looking stars embossed on it.
"Isn�t it pretty?" she read from the cards. "Now, I�m
going to lift up my skirt and show you the new panties
Bill bought me." With that, she pulled the skirt up,
showing the new white silk panties. She was also
wearing the white ankle socks and white bucks I�d
bought her, trying to give her that school-girl look.
"Now Bill�s going to help me undress so he can fuck me
again," she read.

At that point, I enter the frame, dressed only in

briefs. I take Stacey in my arms and kiss her deeply,
obviously sticking my tongue as far into her mouth as
possible. Then I remove her blouse and skirt, leaving
her in only bra, panties and shoes. She kneels and
removes the shoes, keeping the socks on.

Then she stands up, and we kiss again, as I reach

behind her and undo the clasp on her new little bra. I
step back, and Stacey, smiling, removes the bra, lets
it fall to the floor, turns to the camera and shows her
small tits. "I�m not very big," she says, "but Bill
says he likes my titties." I put a hand on one and
begin to fondle it, while bending to suck the other one
into my mouth.

"And so you stripped for the camera?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah," Stacey replied.

"And you didn�t see anything wrong with that? A guy

takes you to a secret motel room and you just strip for
him?" Stacey looks hurt, about to cry, and Bobby
realizes he�s gone too far. "Look," he says, reaching
across the table to take her hand, "I�m just trying to
help, to get to the bottom of this, since we may never
catch this guy."

"I don�t want you to catch him," Stacey said in a

plaintive voice. "I love him. I�m going to have his
baby."

"But, Stacey, he raped you. Don�t you see that?" Bobby

pleaded, though still holding the girl�s hand and
enjoying the feeling of it more than he�d like to
admit.

"He didn�t rape me!" she shouted. "I wanted to fuck

him!"

"He used you and abused you!" Bobby can�t help but near
shout himself.
"I wish he was still here," the girl says, laying her
head on her arms and starting to cry. "He was nicer to
me than anybody I�ve knowed."

Bill�s story: As I kissed Stacey and fondled her little

breasts, she, without coaching, began to rub the front
of my briefs, and, if possible, increasing my hard-on.
I wasn�t waiting any more. I knelt, pulled her little
panties down, allowed the camera to get a quick shot of
her small patch of hair and bald slit, then began to
kiss it and lick it. Sure, I wanted to make a video,
but nature was calling.

"So once he got you naked�" Bobby started.

"I wasn�t all naked," she protested, raising her head

and wiping away tears. "I still had my socks on."

Bobby paused, then said, "So what happened next?"

Bill�s story: I moved her to the bed closest to the

bathroom, then gently sat her down and laid her back,
her legs hanging over the end. "I�m going to lick you
like I did yesterday," I said, "and make you feel good
like you did yesterday at the hospital." I bent down
and kissed her again, fondling her titties again, then
dropped to my knees at the end of the bed. She
immediately spread her thin legs in welcome, and I dove
in with my tongue. The taste, if possible, was even
better.

"Well, I got on the bed, and he started lickin� me

again, and next thing I knowed, I was feeling just like
the day before," Stacey said.

"You mean you had another orgasm?" Bobby asked, his own
penis desiring the girl whose hand he was holding.

"Is that where you feel good all over and your mind
don�t even work?" she asked sincerely.

"That�s what it feels like, Stacey," Bobby said.

"Then that�s what I did," the pretty girl said, her

tears drying and a small smile at the thought.

Bill�s story: It took less than two minutes to have the

12 year old bucking, gasping and moaning to at least
two, maybe more, orgasms. Again, her juice ran like
sap, and I drank it like necter. I finally pulled off
sucking her clit and finger-fucking her hole, while
mauling one of her small breasts. She was breathing
heavily when I bent over her to kiss her, letting her
taste her own juices as I tongued her mouth. When I
broke off the kiss, I said, "Sweetheart, do you taste
that?"

"Yes," she said innocently. "What is it?"

"That�s the juice your wee-wee makes so my big peter
can go inside your little wee-wee," I said, using the
word by which she referred to her pussy.

"Are you going to put it in me now?" she asked. "Are

you going to rub it in my wee-wee until you pee-pee
inside me?"

"Yes, sweetheart," I said, "now daddy�s going to pee-

pee in his little girlfriend."

"So then what did he do?" Bobby asked.

"He made me get up on my hands and knees, and then he

put it in me," Stacey replied.

"And did he cum in you again?" Bobby inquired.

"You mean did he pee-pee in me again?" the girl asked.

"Yes, did he pee-pee in you again?"

"Uh-huh," she said, "and this time it didn�t hurt at

all. And it made me feel good again, and I could feel
it this time when he pee-peed."

Bill�s story: I got her up on her hands and knees such

that her knees were just at the edge of the bed. She
still had on only the socks, and I spread her legs as
widely as I could. I repositioned the camera so that it
showed her sweet young ass and where I was about to
enter her little cunt from behind. I haven�t described
her ass before, but it was perfectly round and
beautiful. The cheeks were full without any flab.

Making sure the camera was properly placed, I

maneuvered behind that delicious young ass and made a
description of what was to come. "Now, sweetheart," I
began, "daddy�s going to fuck you from behind, what�s
known as �doggy style,� because dogs do it this way.
But people used to do it this way exclusively until
several hundred years ago, and it makes daddy feel good
to do it this way."

"So you�re going to put it in from behind me and pee-

pee in me?" she asked, innocently.

"Yes, darling," I said, "so keep your legs spread." I

knew, given the state of my hard-on, that it was going
to take me less than a half dozen strokes to fill her
up, but I looked forward to seeing the camera close-ups
as I guided my stiff prick into her wet, hot little
snatch. She grunted softly as I hit her cervix, then
began to slowly move in and out of her velvet tunnel.

Sure enough, I could feel it begin in my balls almost

immediately, and I reached under her chest, grabbed a
small tit in each hand, and began to pump. In literally
ten more seconds, as I pulled on her two titties like I
wanted to milk her, she started cumming about the same
time I did. I rammed my cock against her cervix and let
loose with another exceptionally large load. She bucked
and moaned as I pumped, holding her fast against the
end of my dick by clasping those pretty little titties
like handles.

"So, after he raped you again, what did you do? What
did you feel?" Bobby asked.

"It felt real good," Stacey said, smiling. "Then we

pulled down the covers and laid in the bed."

"Then what?"

"He showed me how to clean him," Stacey said.

Bill�s story: When I finished pumping her young pussy

full of baby juice, I waited a few moments, my dick
jammed as far in as I could get it, hoping to give the
sperm time to work. Finally, I pulled out, and cum and
pussy juice began leaking out immediately. I wanted a
shot of this, so I ordered her to lay on her back,
raise her legs in the air and hold it.

Then I moved the camera to take a shot of her fucked,

leaking little cunt. Then I made her stand up and took
more shots of my cum leaking down the insides of her
thin thighs. Then I finally turned off the camera,
pulled down the covers, placed her into the bed and lay
beside her, caressing her tiny breasts, telling her I
loved her. But I knew there were two more things I
wanted on my video. So I showed her the first.

"What do you mean, how to clean him?" Bobby asked.

"You know," she said confidently, "like after the man

pee-pees in the girl, she�s supposed to put him in her
mouth and clean his peter."

Bill�s story: I restarted the camera and told Stacey

that after a man makes her feel good with his mouth and
his peter, she owes it to him to clean his peter with
her mouth. She bought it. Next thing I know, she�s
started to lick my cock. But I tell her, no, you have
to take it into your mouth and suck on it. Very
inexpertly, she slowly takes my cock into her mouth and
begins to sort of lick it. I tell her to use her hand
on the bottom, to rub it, and to suck hard on it, while
licking it with her tongue. She does her best, and soon
it�s hard as a rock again, the last of my cum having
gone down her throat, though she doesn�t realize it.

"How shameless," Bobby exclaims, though all the while

imaginng the pretty 12 year old doing the same for him.
"Then what did he make you do?"

"Well, then he just pee-peed in me in another way," she

said, matter-of-factly.

Bill�s story: It didn�t take long, her sucking my cock,

me stroking her bottom and one of those fine little
breasts, before I was hard as a rock again and ready to
rape my little darling some more. I readjusted the
camera for a side-view of the bed, then laid little
Stacey on her back, blonde head on the pillows, and
said, "Now I�m going to lie on top of you and put my
peter back in your wee-wee."

"Are you going to pee-pee in me again?" she asked, her

blue eyes searching mine. "Yes, my love," I said, "and
this time, I want you to take one of your hands, move
around my backside, and stick it in my asshole while I
fuck you. It will make me pee-pee faster." She didn�t
exactly understand that, but I demonstrated how I
wanted her to finger my asshole. She slipped a finger
into my poop shoot as I slipped my shlong into her
cunt, and as I began to fuck her hole, she began to
finger-fuck my ass. I stayed up on my elbows to look at
her, keep my weight off her body, and to fondle those
fine breasts as I pumped my dick in and out of her 12
year old pussy.

I kissed her repeatedly, and soon, I could feel my

balls tighten. In a surprisingly short time, I pumped
another load into her amazingly tight little cunt,
sticking it as far down as I could reach. I collapsed
on top of her fine little body for a moment, causing
her to gasp from my weight. She removed her finger from
my ass, but seemed to not know what to do after that.
Finally, I rolled off her, pulling my deflating prick
from her wet hole. She immediately went down and began
sucking and licking my prick, as she had been taught.
Good little student.

I then went down and licked her pussy one more time,
tasting my cum and hers before giving her another
orgasm by sucking her clit once more. After that, I
shut off the camera and took her into the shower. We
bathed each other, me stroking her small breasts and
her slit with the soap, she washing my cock and balls
gently while I kissed her. Then she dressed back into
the clothes she had worn originally, while I bagged up
the new duds for tomorrow�s session. We repeated the
transportation process, her lying down in the back seat
until I told her to get up. By then, we were in her
neighborhood, and I pulled into strip mall in walking
distance of her house.

After looking around, I kissed her gently, fondling

those fine little breasts, then sent her home, agreeing
to meet at the mall next day. She went walking away, me
admiring her fine little ass, then I went looking for
another hotel room.

"So you just let him rape you, then said nothing to
your mother?" Bobby asked.
"It was fun," Stacey said, "and my wee-wee wasn�t even
all that sore next day."

Chapter 3: The next motel room

"So, the next day, you met him again at the mall?"
Bobby inquired.

"Yeah," the blonde 12 year old said. "That day, he let

me go to the arcade for a while. We played some games,
like he was my dad and all. Then he let me buy some
CD�s that I wanted, Mariah Carey and Back Street Boys,
and a portable CD player and batteries. Then I lay down
in the back seat and listened to music while we drove
to the motel."

"Was it the same motel?" Bobby asked.

"No, different," she said. "It took a while to get

there, but we sort of did the same thing, you know,
parked outside and rushed in."

"And did you do the same things?"

"Well, it was a little different," Stacey said,

wrinkling her freckled nose.

Bill�s story: I took her to a new motel, not far from

the other one, but I drove around a bit to confuse her.
I had the video cam set up again, but this time I�d
also brought a Poloroid camera, to take some still
shots. See, I knew I could only get away with this for
a short time, so I was going to store all the images I
could before "blowing town." I had her do her change in
the bathroom, into the outfit she�d worn the day
before, then taped the opening.

"Hi, my name�s Stacey. I�m 12 years old, and I�m here

to have sex with my boyfriend, Bill," she started.
While the video cam ran, I took photos at proper
moments, like when she opened her blouse to reveal her
little training bra. Again when she raised her skirt to
show off her pink panties. Then again when she shed the
blouse, skirt and shoes, leaving her only in her socks,
panties and bra.

"What were you thinking, going out with this man a

third time?" Bobby asked gently.

"I don�t know," she hesitated. "I was just likin� a

boyfriend."

Bill�s story: I walked over in just my briefs again,

kissed her while fondling her little breasts, then told
her to get undressed. She responded rapidly, then
quickly got on the edge of the bed, spread her legs and
waited for me to lick her pussy. I did it quickly and
efficiently, making her cum numerous times. The
difference today was that she yelped as each orgasm
hit. She was enjoying it more, and she danged near
strangled me in a death grip as she wrapped her shapely
legs around my ears.

"So what did he ask you to do this third time?"

"Well," Stacey began, "after he licked me and made me

cum, he told me about love pee-pee."

Bobby hadn�t heard her use the word "cum" before, not
realizing he had said it to her. But he went on. "What
did he say about �love pee-pee�?"

"He said it�d make my titties get bigger faster and

make my wee-wee get hairier and bigger faster, and that
there was two ways to do it," Stacey said.

"And those two ways were what?" Bobby asked.

"He said he could either put it my wee-wee or I could

swallow it in my mouth," Stacey replied.

Bill�s story: When she sat up, I took pictures of her

and a close-up of her wet pussy. Then I explained the
theory of how a man�s cum stimulates a woman�s hormones
and makes a girl develop more quickly. She bought it,
and I got ready to get a blow job.

"So what did he ask you to do next?" Bobby asked.

"He showed me how to suck his peter," Stacey said.

Bobby shut off the tape recorder. His hard-on was too
great, and he figured he could start it again after the
answer to his next question. "What did he say to do?"

"He showed me how to hold the bottom in my hand and rub

it while I put the top in my mouth to suck it and lick
it," the girl replied. Bobby felt his hard-on strain at
the thought, looking at the pretty 12 year old.

Bill�s story: I adjusted the camera so that it caught

all the action as the little girl began to suck my
dick. I had instructed her, but I had to keep telling
her to hold my shaft tighter and rub harder. I also had
told her to suck hard, tongue hard, and to take her
mouth off when I told her. Just before I felt my cum, I
barked at her to take her mouth off, and hold her open
mouth just over the end. I shot my first string over
her nose, then she directed the rest onto her tongue.
She swallowed nicely after I finished cumming in her
sweet mouth.

"Then what did he do?" Bobby asked.

"Well, after I swallowed his pee-pee, we lay on the bed

until he was hard again. I sucked him a little more to
get him hard, and then he fucked me from behind again,"
Stacey replied.

Bill�s story: After we lay down for a while, I made her

start sucking me again. I took some more pictures of me
in her sweet mouth. When I was ready to go again, I got
her up on her hands and knees. I pushed into her tight
little pussy and took pictures of my shaft buried into
her sweet tight little ass. I also delighted in the
times she turned back to look at me, still with a rope
of my cum clinging to her cute little nose. I commanded
her, "Tell me to cum in your little wee-wee!" She did
as I reached under to caress those tiny breasts. As she
said my command a third time, I pumped her another
load. As I waited, my cock dipped deep in her 12 year
old cunt, I decided on a purchase I needed for the next
day. Then I ate her cunt once more, appointed our
meeting place for the next day, showered with her and
took her home.

Chapter 4: The third motel room

"So then, the next day, you met him again. Wasn�t your
mother getting suspicious by now?" Bobby asked.

"Naw," the girl said lazily. "She don�t really keep up

with what we do while she�s at work."

"What does your mother do?"

"She�s a waitress at Bob Evans, down by the

interstate," Stacey replied.

"So you can walk to the mall from where you live?"
Bobby asked.

"Yeah," the 12 year old replied. "It only takes about

15 minutes."

"And that�s where you met Bill that fourth day?"

"Yup," she said, then took a drink from her can of

soda. "He told me he wanted to do something special
that day."

Bill�s story: When I picked her up at the mall, I had

her buy a new blouse, skirt, bra, and panties, just to
excite her. But I had also picked up a pregnancy test
at the drug store. As she lay in the back seat,
wriggling into her new outfit, I drove around aimlessly
for a bit, then to the third motel, again not far from
the ones I�d used before.

This time, the video cam was set up as usual, but since
she�d already changed, offering me some sexy views in
the rearview mirror, she immediately did her "I�m
Stacey, and now I�m going to strip for my boyfriend."
But once we were both naked, having kissed and fondled
each other, I turned off the camera and repositioned it
in the bathroom. Then I gave her new cue cards to read,
and told her how to use the pregnancy kit.

The 12 year old positioned herself on the toilet,

holding the small receptacle and began to read, as the
camera rolled. I stood before her, my hard-on within
range of her mouth. "Now I�m going to pee-pee in this
little cup to find out if daddy has gotten me
pregnant," she read. (It had turned out that the man
living with her mother was neither married to the
woman, nor Stacey�s or Lynette�s father, who�d
disappeared long ago.)

She then held the small cup under her piss hole and
began to force out her pee, not really knowing what she
was doing. Then, as she began to pee, by my
instruction, she took hold of my tool and began to suck
it. She actually peed a remarkable amount, overflowing
the cup by half. When she had done, I took the cup from
her and inserted the determining stick. Then I had her
stand up, turn around and bend over the toilet.

"What was so special?" Bobby asked.

"Well, he�d brought a pregnancy test, and I had to pee

in a cup. It was the first time he�d ever watched me
pee," Stacey said.

"He watched you take the test?"

"Yeah," she said. "And he had me suck his peter while I

peed. Then, while we waited for the test to turn out,
he fucked me over the toilet."

Bill�s story: As I waited for the determination, I had

her bend over the toilet, her hands on the tank, with
her legs spread over the toilet, offering her young
behind to me. I knelt down, spread the cheeks of her
tight little ass, licked her anus, then her hole, then
her pee hole. Stacey moaned as I licked her slit from
top to bottom. Then I pulled her back and took her clit
in my mouth, sucking away the way I knew she liked. In
no time she was bucking back against me. I was tasting
both her juice and her pee.

She didn�t know, really, how to cum over a toilet, so

she just sort of pranced up and down, trying to keep
contact with my tongue. It was all over in less than
three minutes, at which point, face glistening from her
various juices, I stood up, grabbed her by the hips,
guided my prick into her flowing pussy and proceeded to
pump another load into my little 12 year old darling,
cumming in less than a minute, while groping those
lovely, tiny titties. She responded with her second
orgasm.
"And you watched the pregnancy test?" Bobby asked.

"Well, after he licked me and fucked me and I cleaned

him, then we looked," Stacey said. "And it showed I was
pregnant."

"How did you feel about that?"

"I was happy, �cause I thought I was gonna get

married," the pretty blonde said.

Bill�s story: Then I looked over, and the stick showed

blue. I�d done it! I�d gotten the 12 year old pregnant.
I immediately thought of how she�d look with a big
belly, those small boobs swelling. I took her into the
bedroom, got in bed and opened the bottle of champagne
I�d bought. We toasted our coming "wedding," a ruse I
gave her to make her happy. She quickly got drunk on
two small glasses of champagne, and I easily got her to
finger-fuck my ass while I pumped her from on top. Then
I put my well-thought proposition to her.

"So he proposed marriage to you?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah," she said.

"Didn�t you know a 12 year old girl couldn�t marry a

grown man?"

"Bill told me he�d ask mama to let him," she said

innocently.

Referring to the police report, Bobby asked, "And

that�s when he asked you about Lynette?"

"Yeah," Stacey said, squirming a bit in her chair.

Bill�s story: Having pumped two loads of cum into my

little 12 year old pregnant darling, having sucked on
her small breasts, having licked her bald slit twice
and having had my dick sucked twice, we showered,
dressed and prepared to return her home. But I said to
Stacey, "Your little sister is almost as pretty as
you."

She was just putting on her bra, having already put on

her panties. "You mean Lynette?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. "How old is she?"

"She�s only ten," Stacey said, rather defensively.

"Well, since we�re going to get married, don�t you

think we should offer Lynette the chance to have fun
with us?" I asked. It confused the hell out of her, so
I went on the attack. "Shouldn�t she be able to have
fun with us?" She stood there in her little bra and
panties, looking at me. I took the lead. "Honey, now
that you�re pregnant, I want to fuck your sister too."
She went into tears. "Ain�t I good enough for you?" she
wailed.

I ran to her, still naked myself, and took her into my

arms, kissing her deeply, while fondling her small
breasts, my dick pressed against her chest. To my
delight, I felt her small hand close around my hard
prick. I finally broke off the kiss, looked down at her
tear-streaked face and said, "Oh, honey, you have our
baby in your tummy. You�ll be my wife, as soon as we
can work it out with your mama. But your sister should
be able to have fun with us too, don�t you think?"

"Why?" she asked.

"Because she can make you and I feel good, and we can
make her feel good," I replied. "Don�t you want us all
to have fun?" She just looked at me, so I pressed
ahead. "Look, you just bring her tomorrow, tell her you
have a big secret that�s lots of fun, a secret person
you want her to meet, a good friend who does really
nice things, and bring her to the mall when we meet.
Then I�ll buy you guys some really nice things and
we�ll have fun, okay?"

She hesitated for a moment, then said simply, "Okay."

"And tell her not to tell your mama, okay," I said. "It
has to be our secret."

"Okay," Stacey said.

"Then you brought your sister into this relationship?

Bobby asked

"Well, he wanted to meet her," Stacey replied.

"Didn�t you know he meant to abuse her?" Bobby cried.

Stacey began to cry. "He never hurt her!" she shouted.

Chapter 5: The final motel room

Bobby took the girl�s hand. "Stacey, listen to me." The

girl looked up. "Honey, you�ve been used by a bad man.
Your sister too. And when we catch him, we�ll lock him
up."

Stacey wiped her nose on her sleeve. "Please don�t hurt

him, Mr. Wilson," she said in a quiet voice. "Me and
Lynette love him."

Bill�s story: I met them at the mall, in our usual

place. Stacey introduced me to Lynette, a beautiful 10
year old with long legs, long blonde hair and a flat
chest. She didn�t know me from Adam, other than her
sister�s friend, but she was game for a shopping spree.
I bought them all they wanted, to a point, knowing
after today, it was done.

"So you took your little sister to a motel with that

man?" Bobby whispered.

"Well, she needed to learn how to be with a man,"

Stacey said.

Bill�s story: I made sure that Stacey took Lynette to

Macy�s to buy her a small bra and some silky panties.
Lynette said, "I don�t need no bra yet," but Stacey,
under my orders, told her she needed to start getting
used to wearing one, since her breasts were going to
start showing any day. Stacey bought her what amounted
to a mere bikini-like chest covering, but I wanted it
for photographic purposes. I had also planned ahead by
teaching Stacey how to run both the video camera and
the photo camera before I took her home the last time,
knowing I�d want film of me with Lynette.

I told the girls to get into their new outfits in the

car, Lynette lying on the back seat, and Stacey
wiggling into her clothes on the floor in back. I went
directly to the motel, strategically located not far
from the mall, so that they were still dressing when we
arrived at the room. Stacey, a big smile on her face,
led Lynette happily into the room, and I heard her say,
"You�re really gonna like this. It�s a lot of fun."

Bobby decided to give Stacey a break, since she was

nearly in tears. He went next door where the mother and
Lynette were seated. He asked to be alone with Lynette
for a few minutes, and the mother left. He sat down
across from the pretty 10 year old. "Hi, Lynette," he
said, "how are you today?"

"Okay," was the girl�s only answer.

"I�m Mr. Wilson, and I�m here to help you about the bad
experience you had with the man named Bill," he said.

"I know," she said.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.

"Ain�t much to talk about," the girl said. "Him and

Stacey took me to that motel room, and I took off my
clothes, and then he put his thing in me down here in
my wee-wee."

He noticed she had mentioned no coercion in becoming

naked before the man. "Why did you take your clothes
off in front of this man?" Bobby asked.

The girl looked at him with no more concern or guilt

than if he�d asked her why she was wearing a green
dress now. "�Cause Stacey and him told me it would be
fun, and that it would make me feel good," she said in
a level tone.

Bobby hesitated a moment, then asked, "And was it fun,

and did it feel good?"

"Well," she began, paused, then continued, "it was

until the first time he put his thing in my wee-wee.

Bill�s story: Stacey took Lynette into the bathroom to

make sure her costume was all set for the camera, as
well as her own, then presented both girls for the
performance. While in the bathroom, Stacey had tutored
her little sister on reading the cue-cards while we
"made a movie." When they had returned, Stacey took the
lead. "Hi, this is Stacey again. I�m 12 year old, and
I�m pregnant with my boyfriend�s baby. This is my
little sister, Lynette. She�s 10, and she wants to
start playing naughty with Bill too." Then I turned off
the camera, and Stacey gave Lynette the directions of
what she was supposed to do until I took over."

"What was fun about it?" Bobby asked.

"Well, I sort of liked taking my clothes off in front

of Stacey�s boyfriend," the girl began.

Bobby�s hard-on was raging again, and he couldn�t help

opening another line of questioning. "Had you ever
taken your clothes off with boys before?"

"Uh-huh," the 10 year old said, matter-of-factly.

Bobby was glad he had not turned on the tape recorder.

"When?" he asked simply.

"Well, me and the boy next door took our clothes off a
few times out in his garage," she said, as if
describing a walk to the playground.

"How old is he?" Bobby asked, totally turned on by the

imagination of the scene.

"He�s 14 I think," she said. "I know he�s in the middle

school."

"Does your mother know this?" Bobby blurted out.

The girl looked horrified. "No!" she said. "You can�t

tell her neither. She can�t know I played nasty."

Bill�s story: When I returned to taping, Stacey said to

Lynette, "Do you want to show Bill our new bras?" The
little girl, on cue, said sure, and they both removed
their blouses. They looked fantastic, the older one�s
small breast barely pushing out the cups of her new
silk bra. The 10 year old�s flat chest was covered in
white cotton, but, to my surprise, her nipples were
hard, making little points in the middle of each "cup."
"Now let�s pull our skirts up and show Bill our
panties," Stacey directed happily. They both pulled up
their new skirts, revealing new pink silk bikini
panties covering both their young slits. They giggled,
and it dawned on me that this was not the first time
Lynette had showed her panties to a male.

"What did you and this boy do?" Bobby asked, totally
fascinated now.

"Well, he told me he�d give me some money and a kiss if

I�d show him my panties, so I pulled down my shorts and
showed him," the 10 year old said, actually giving
Bobby the impression that she was excited about telling
him this. "You won�t tell my mama, will you?"

"No," Bobby assured her. "I absolutely will not tell

her anything we talk about, at least the specifics.
This is just between you and me. I�m just trying to
help you deal with your feelings about what happened to
you."

"Okay," she said, sounding relieved now.

"So you showed this boy your panties?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said.

"Then what?"

"Well, he kissed me and kind of rubbed me on my wee-

wee," she began, "then he said he�d give me five
dollars if I�d take all my clothes off."

"And did you?"

"Yeah," she said, no emotion on her pretty face.

"What did you want the money for?" he asked.

"Well, I figured I could buy something at the mall,"

she said simply. "And I sorta wanted to play naughty
with him. I liked him. He�s cute."

"So you took off all your clothes in his garage?"

"Uh-huh," she said. "And then he took his off and

showed me his thing."

Bill�s story: Stacey, on cue, said, "Lynette, why don�t

we take off our skirts and show Bill what we look like
in just our panties?" And they both did. They were now
wearing only their tiny bras, the silk panties and
white ankle socks. I figured if I could ever find a
legitimate buyer, I�d make a fortune from just this
shot alone. I was, of course, snapping poloroids at
ever stage of the performance.

"Now, Lynette," Stacey said, "Bill�s gonna help you

take your bra off so you can show him your titties."
Then Stacey walked over to the camera and took over the
filming. I, clad only in my briefs and bulging mightily
in the front, walked over to Lynette, bent down and
lovingly French kissed the little 10 year old, one hand
fondling one of her nipples, the other moving between
her legs to rub her slit through the silk of her
panties.

"This was the boy next door?" he asked. "What�s his

name?"

"I don�t want him to get in no trouble," she said,

suddenly alarmed.

"Every thing you say to me is just between us," he

said. Suddenly, whether from hormones or just bad
judgment, he moved next to her on the couch and put his
arm around her shoulder, holding her next to him.
Later, he�d think, I lost my mind. But now he patted
her shoulder with the hand over her shoulder, but his
gaze stared at her crotch where the green dress rode up
nearly to where her panties would be starting to show.
"Now tell me his name and what you did," he said
softly.

"Well," she began haltingly, "his name�s Lonnie, and he

touched my wee-wee, and kissed me on the mouth, and
then he had me touch his thing."

"How did he have you touch his thing?" Bobby asked, his
own hard-on desiring the same treatment.

"He made me rub it until some white pee-pee come out of

it," Lynette said softly, averting her eyes.

Bill�s story: I gently reached under the sides of

Lynette�s tiny bra, an elastic affair with no clasp on
the back, and gently began pulling up. She raised her
arms, allowing me to pull it over her head and off. Her
little pink nipples were standing straight out from her
thin, flat chest, partly, I assumed, from the air
conditioning and partly from being aroused. I bent and
kissed and licked each of them. Then I kissed her mouth
again, and I said, "Sweetheart, this isn�t the first
time you�ve pulled down your panties for a boy, is it?"
She looked at me, concerned at first, then seeing my
smile, said, "No."

"How many times did you do this with Lonnie?" Bobby

asked softly, now caressing the pretty young girl�s
shoulder.

"Only three times," she said, head down, looking at her

lap.

"And did you do the same thing every time?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said, not lifting her head. "He�d just sort
of rub his finger in my wee-wee, then I�d rub his thing
until the white pee-pee come out."

Bobby couldn�t resist anymore. He dropped his other

hand to her thin thigh, rubbing it gently. "Don�t
worry," he said, feeling her smooth flesh, "I won�t say
anything to anybody about that." He noted immediately
that she didn�t flinch or offer any resistance to his
touch. "And how long before your day in that motel with
Bill did these things happen?"

She looked up at him, and he could see trust in her

eyes. "Well, they all happened during, I guess, the
month before Stacey told me she had a boyfriend, and
that she was takin� her clothes off with him, and that
he was doin� things that made her feel real good, and
that I should take my clothes off with him too. So I
just figured I would."

Bill�s story: I kissed her deeply again. She was

obviously very inexpert in the art of French kissing,
but I forced my tongue into her small mouth and
greedily ran it around. As I did, I fondled her taut
nipples and ran my other hand through her crotch.
Finally, I broke off the kiss and looked down at her.
"Stacey is pregnant with my baby," I said, "and she
wants me to show you how much fun it can be to do the
things it takes to have a baby." She didn�t say a word,
so I went ahead.

"The first thing we have to do is take off your panties

so I can see your wee-wee." I knew they both called
their cunts that, and she immediately bent down and
slid out of her underwear. Now she was standing before
me in only her socks. Her little slit, of course, was
totally hairless, and I kissed her again as I slid my
hand between her legs and slipped a finger into her
small twat.

"So you thought, because you liked taking your clothes

off with Lonnie, that you�d enjoy taking your clothes
off with Stacey�s boyfriend?" Bobby asked the 10 year
old.

"Yeah," was all she answered, her gaze returned to her

lap.

"Did you like taking your clothes off with Bill?" he

asked softly, his breathing starting to become ragged.
His hand slipped into the inside of her soft thigh, and
his breathing almost stopped when he realized the 10
year old had just spread her legs slightly.

"Yeah," was all she said, not looking up.

Bill�s story: I moved her slender body over to the end

of the bed. I kissed her deeply again, my hands running
up and down her long, but thin body, causing her to
shiver. Then, I looked down at her and said, "Lynette,
sweetheart, I�m going to show you the same type of love
I�ve showed your sister, and I think your going to like
it. But first, I want you to pull off my underwear so
you can see what I look like." The child hesitated for
a moment, so I commanded, "Go on."

She put her small hands on either side of my briefs and

started to pull down. They, of course, immediately hung
on the end of the raging boner, so I reached down and
helped her by pulling the front over the end of my hard
dick, which I soon intended to plant into her tight
little snatch. Once it was released, and I stepped out
of my underwear, I turned to Stacey, who had been
briefed on coaching her little sister, but before she
could speak, Lynette looked up at me and said, "Do you
want me to rub it so the white pee-pee comes out?"

Bobby immediately did some thinking with his dick and

not his mind. He said, "Wait here, honey, just a
second," and he got up and actually locked the door. He
didn�t give a thought to what excuse he would make
should anyone come knocking. He simply returned to the
couch, sat down next to the 10 year old girl, put his
left arm back around her shoulder, and returned his
right hand to the now-widened space between the girl�s
thin legs. The only thing he could think to say, as he
stroked her smooth, milky flesh, was, "Did he hurt you,
honey?"

She took a second before answering, then said, her head

still down, "Only the first time he put his thing in
me. Before that, he made me feel real good."

Billy�s story: Now it was confirmed that Lynette was no

newcomer to sex, but I still believed she was a virgin.
"No, sweetheart, I said, kissing her lips quickly. "I
want to make you feel better than you�ve ever felt."
She smiled and said innocently, "How you gonna do
that?"

I simply began to manipulate her, knowing that once she

had had an orgasm, she�d feel beholding to let me rape
her. I gently pushed her down to a sitting position on
the bed, then laid her back, hovering over her to
deliver a deep kiss. Then I said, "I�m going to get
between your legs and lick your wee-wee. It�ll feel
funny at first, but then it will feel really good."

By now, Stacey was at the bedside, photo camera at the

ready, as instructed. Her little sister looked up to
her for guidance, and Stacey said, "Lynette, your gonna
like this like you�ve never liked nothing. It feels
better than even puttin� your finger in there, you
know, the way we do sometimes." Now, I knew that little
10 year old Lynette not only played with boys but also
masturbated with her sister. I couldn�t wait to get my
tongue in her little pussy, much less my raging hard-
on. But then, I had an idea.
"But first he made some movie of me," the girl said.

"Movie?" Bobby asked, his mind now totally reeling from

stroking the inside of the 10 year old�s creamy thigh,
wondering how far up she might let him go.

"Well, first, he told me to pee-pee," she said.

Bill�s story: For purposes of the video I would

eventually edit together, I decided one more scene, and
the enhancement it would add to my pleasure, was in
order. So I told Stacey to keep filming, then I told
Lynette that first I wanted her to go into the bathroom
and squat on the toilet and pee. She looked quizzical,
but she obeyed. She got up and moved into the bathroom,
sat on the toilet and looked up at me.

I was standing in front of her, and I told her to hold

my peter in her hand, put the end in her mouth, and
pee. Stacey was filming the whole affair. Lynette
tentatively took hold of my dick, but then looked up
and said, "You ain�t gonna do your white pee-pee in my
mouth, are you?" I assured her I was not. So the pretty
little 10 year old took hold of my tool, guided the end
into her warm mouth, and began to pee into the toilet.
The best thing was, Stacey, at 12, had the foresight to
focus on the yellow stream coming out of her little
sister�s cunt.

When she�d emptied her bladder, I led her back to sit

on the bed, then gently laid her down, kissed her
deeply, then said, "Now I�m going to show you how good
it feels to have your wee-wee licked." With that, I
moved my head over her bald slit, and began to kiss it.
She wiggled and giggled at first, but then I pushed my
tongue inside her labia and began to stroke it slowly
up and down. She became silent, but soon her hips began
to undulate slightly.

Bobby liked the idea of watching the young girl pee,

and he began to wish he had a copy of the videotape the
rapist had made. "After you peed, what happened?" he
asked, his hand still stroking the inside of her thigh.

"Well, then he took me back to the bed, and he licked

my wee-wee with his tongue," she replied. And to
Bobby�s shock and joy, she moved her legs apart just a
little more. A tiny bit, but definitely wider. His hand
stroked up a little further.

"Then what did he do?"

"Then he put his thing in me," she said, a slight frown

covering her pretty young face, "and it hurt that first
time. And he�d already pushed his finger into me, and
that had hurt too."

Bill�s story: I found her tiny clit, as she began to

produce her own sweet lubricant, and began to suck it.
Just as I had with her sister, I gently probed her wet
hole with a finger as she began to build to her first
orgasm. I found her hymen not far in, and I punched my
finger through it to prepare her 10 year old twat for
my hard-on. She yelped and bucked, but Stacey, who was
filming away, calmed her. "Don�t worry, Lynette," she
said. "That�s just your cherry, and once it�s broke, it
don�t hurt no more."

It must have calmed her enough, because shortly after

that, the pretty little 10 year old began to buck and
sway into multiple orgasms, wrapping her thin legs
around my head. I kept sucking her clit until she
finally subsided limply on the bed. Then I raised, my
chin shiny with her juices, kissed her deeply and
asked, "Now wasn�t that the best you�ve ever felt?" She
softly agreed that it was. Then I said, "Now it�s time
for you to make me feel good and become a woman like
your sister."

"That was your hymen breaking," Bobby explained. "It�s

a membrane that covers your vagina, your wee-wee," he
corrected his terminology, "and it has to be broken
before a man can penetrate you with his penis, his
thing."

"Well it hurt when he did it, but then it went away,

and I felt real good," the 10 year old said, now
looking up at Bobby. "But then, when he started putting
his thing in, it didn�t hurt at first, but then it did
for a little while."

Bobby couldn�t help the next question, as he stroked

now right up to the hem of the short green dress. "How
big was his thing?"

"It was about this long and this big around," she said,
first indicating with her hands about six inches, then,
using thumb and forefinger to form a circle about and
inch or slightly more in diameter. "And it was hard
too. I�d already touched it, and was harder than
Lonnie�s ever got."

Now that Bobby�s mind had been totally taken over by

his prick, he actually was excited that she had
indicated that the guy had a relatively small tool.
Because he knew, even as excited as he now was, his was
only five inches. And the thought actually occurred to
him, I wonder if mine would fit in her?

Bill�s story: I had Stacey lick and suck the head of my

hard-on for a few seconds to get it wet, then I
stretched Lynette�s legs as wide apart as I could. On
cue, Stacey told her sister what was going to happen.
"Bill�s going to put his peter inside your wee-wee, and
once it�s in, he�s going to rub it in you. After he
gets it in you, it�ll start feeling good to you too.
And then, Bill�s going to shoot his love pee-pee in
you, and that�s what makes babies."
"Am I gonna have a baby?" the little girl asked, not
concerned, merely curious.

"No, �cause you don�t get your period yet like I do,"
the 12 year old told her.

"I�m going to go very slowly at first," I said to the

pretty blonde 10 year old, whose girlish legs and bald
pussy lips lay just before the straining tip of my
hard-on. "It may feel a little uncomfortable at first,
until I get it all the way in. But then it will start
to feel good, and you�ll probably end up feeling as
good as when I licked you." Actually, I didn�t care how
it felt to her, as long as I got to fuck her. So I
placed the head at her entrance and applied a little
pressure. There was pink in the juice that had flowed
out, telling me her cherry was busted, and the head
slipped in surprisingly easily.

"How did you feel about him putting his thing in you?"
Bobby asked. "Did you feel it was right? Were you
scared?"

"Naw, I wasn�t scared," Lynette said. "Stacey told me

it was all right, and I�d done seen Lonnie�s thing."

"But did you feel it was right, that it was okay?" he

asked, his hand moving up and down her thin thigh.

"Well, I knew mama wouldn�t like it," she said, "but I

liked playing naughty with Lonnie, so I figured it�d be
fun to play naughty with Bill."

Bill�s story: I had fucked a couple of 16 year olds,

and of course, I had fucked Lynette�s 12 year old
sister, but I had never felt anything like entering
this ultra-tight 10 year pussy. It was tight as a
glove, and when the first inch slid in, she reacted,
clamping it even tighter around my cock. It felt like
it was being squeezed, almost, but not quite painfully.
Hell, it wasn�t pain at all. Looking down and seeing
even the end of my prick buried in her bald little cunt
almost had me cumming then. But I waited a second, then
slid a little more into her.

"Ow," Lynette suddenly said, jerking her hips up. "That

hurts."

"It�s okay, baby," I soothed. "It�ll feel real good in

just a second."

"Yeah," her sister chimed in. "It feels good when he

pee-pees in you."

"No, take it out," Lynette whined.

"No, sweetheart," I said, trying to get the right mix

of compassion and being stern. "I made you feel good,
and it�s only right that you make me feel good. And it
won�t be uncomfortable much longer." I wasn�t sure
about that last statement at all, given how tight her
twat was, but I sure as hell wasn�t going to stop. With
that, I slid another inch in, very slowly. She wiggled
and made a face, but she didn�t say anything.

I slowly slipped about another inch and a half in, when

I hit her cervix. Three and a half inches was all she
could take, and her fists were clinching on the
bedspread with that. But that was enough for me. "There
now," I said soothingly. "It�s in. And now I�m going to
start fucking you." Which I did, pulling out three
inches, then slowly pushing back in to her cervix. Each
time I bumped up against the cervix, she flexed,
causing her pussy to close tightly around my dick for
an instant. It felt better than anything I�d ever
experienced, even though I was only using half my dick.

"And did you, in the end, think it was fun to play

naughty with Bill?" Bobby asked, though concentrating
on whether to push this a little further and slip his
hand under the hem of her dress. Later, he was glad he
waited.

"Well, after he pee-peed in me the first time it was,"

she said.

"So now, are you glad you went with Stacey and played
naughty with Bill?" he asked, hoping for a particular
answer.

"Yeah, it was fun," she said. "I wonder why Bill never
come back to play with me and Stacey again?"

Bill�s story: "Has he pee-peed in me yet," Lynette

asked her sister plaintively.

I answered, "Not yet, honey, but I�m close." Which I

was. I�d only gone about seven strokes in her
deliciously tight pussy, but I could feel my orgasm
coming. Then Stacey intervened, and it was all over.
"Lynette, say �Pee-pee in me daddy� to Bill." I was
surprised, but then I looked down at the pretty blonde
10 year old, and even though her face showed
discomfort, she said, "Pee-pee in me daddy."

I took one look down at my man�s tool buried in a

little girl�s twat, rammed it home, actually, on the
last thrust penetrating her cervix, and shot a four-
pump hot load into her 10 year old womb. She flinched
when I stabbed her cervix, but I was too intent on
shooting my load, so I grabbed her thin hips and held
her tightly up against the end of my spurting prick
until it ceased delivering its load of baby juice. She
wiggled in pain, but she never said anything. Finally,
my orgasm was over, and I pulled back an inch or so,
looked down at the little blonde girl, bent over,
kissed her, and said, "Lynette, sweety, that was
wonderful. You made daddy feel really good. And now
you�re a woman, cause you�ve got man pee-pee in you."

"Well, Lynette," Bobby said, "what Bill did is

considered by the court to be a crime. He knows that,
and that�s why he hasn�t come back."

The little 10 year old looked up at him now, and

innocently asked, "Why is it a crime if you like doing
it?"

"So you liked doing it?" Bobby asked, his voice almost
shaking.

"Yeah," she said. "It quit hurting after he took it out

that first time, and then when he put it in again, it
felt so good that I had that tickle all over again."

Bill�s story: As soon as I pulled out, Stacey put the

camera back on the tripod, and came over to clean my
dick. She expertly sucked me licked me until I was
raging hard again. Between the 12 year old�s mouth and
the sight of the 10 year old, her legs spread and my
cum leaking from bald little cunt, I was ready for
action. I made sure to take a closeup of Lynette�s wet,
leaking pussy, then had her stand up for a shot of my
cum running down the insides of her coltish thighs.
Then I had her move to the top of the bed so I could
begin eating her sister�s cunt.

Stacey had obviously gotten turned on by watching me

rape her little sister, because her cunt was already
running with her juice. I lapped it up, sucked her clit
into my mouth, ran a finger into her hole and began to
finger fuck her. Then I did something I�d never done. I
removed my wet finger, and began to gently insert it
into her asshole. I only put it in one knuckle, but as
I began to push it in and out, she began to actually
moan.

She�d never felt this before, and what with my tongue

licking and mouth sucking her clit, she came almost
instantly, in multiple orgasms, her hips bucking so I
had trouble keeping her erect clit in my mouth. Her
legs wrapped around, and she made "ahhing" noises from
deep in her throat. I glanced briefly at Lynette, who
was lying lengthwise across the pillows at the head of
the bed, and I saw that, watching her sister get off,
had her gently massaging her own little slit.

Bobby suddenly had an idea. Not one from his mind, but
from his prick. "Did you ever go to the garage with
Lonnie again?" he asked, his hand still stopping short
of going underneath the dress.

"Well, not in the garage," she said. "One day when mama
was at work and Stacey was out with her friends, he
came over to the house, and we went to my room and took
off our clothes."
"Did you let him put his thing in you?" he asked,
incredulous.

"No," she said matter-of-factly. "I told him if he

wanted me to rub his thing, first he had to lick my
wee-wee. And he said he wasn�t gonna do that, so I told
him to go home."

Bill�s story: Stacey, upon recovery, immediately obeyed

my order to get on her hands and knees, presenting her
round little ass to my again-raging hard-on. I guess
she was still too close to the biggest orgasm I�d ever
given her, for within a few pumps of my dick into her
wet little hole, she began to have another one. Her
hips rammed hard against me, trying to suck my dick
into her hot little pussy, while her muscles spasmed
and clamped tightly on my cock. And I couldn�t help it.
I sprayed another load into my little pregnant "wife,"
as she moaned and bucked. When the smoke cleared, she
was resting her head on the bed, I was still buried in
her ass, and my hands had found their way under her
chest to massage her small breasts.

"Am I gonna get titties too," Lynette�s voice suddenly

brought us back to reality.

Her voice slightly muffled by the bed spread, Stacey

said, "Yeah, and you�ll get them sooner the more you
let Bill pee-pee in your wee-wee or in your mouth."

"So you still wanted to play naughty?" Bobby asked, his

voice low and husky now, the bulge in his pants clearly
visible.

"Yeah," the little 10 year old said. "I thought it�d be

fun, but Lonnie don�t want to make me feel good."

Bill�s story: "You get pee-pee in your mouth?" Lynette

said, incredulous.

"Sure," Stacey said, raising up. "In fact, it�s your

turn to clean Bill�s peter, and you�ll probably get
some pee-pee when you suck on it." And so we taught
little Lynette how to "clean my peter." She wasn�t very
good at first, but just the effect of being licked and
sucked by a pretty 10 year old was enough to soon have
me hard and ready to go again. I told her this time I
was going to fuck her the same way I had her sister, so
she assumed the "doggy" position. For extra measure, I
told Stacey to go around behind me and finger my
asshole while I pumped her little sister.

My cock slipped into her wet little hole much more

easily this time, having been stretched by her first
rape, and I began to pump in and out of her slowly.
Stacey inserted about one knuckle into my rectum and
began to wiggle it as I had taught her. And lo and
behold, after a dozen or so strokes, little Lynette
began to cum. When her pussy tightened even more around
my prick, what with the anal stimulation I was getting,
to my amazement, I pumped a few small squirts into her
tight little twat.

Then we all showered together, groping each other, me

spending extra time on Stacey�s little breasts, and got
dressed. This time, I let them put back on all the new
stuff they�d bought, since I knew this was the last
time we�d be together. I had my video and photos, and I
didn�t want to risk it anymore. They were happy as
larks, and we made an appointment to meet at the mall
next day. I watched their shapely little asses as they
walked away, put my car in gear, and headed for the
next state.

Bobby took the plunge. "Do you want somebody to make

you feel good?"

"Uh-huh," Lynette said, looking him in the eyes. "That

feels good what you�re doin� on my leg."

"Would you like me to make you feel good, Lynette?" he

asked, almost in a whisper.

"Yeah," she said, also hoarsely.

"Will you promise not to tell anybody?"

"I promise," she said. "I won�t tell nobody. Not even
Stacey."

With that, his hand moved into her crotch and touched
her cotton panties. To his surprise and pleasure, they
were moist, and he began to rub a finger up and down
the slit he could clearly feel through the fabric. "Oh,
Lynette, you�re so pretty and so sexy," he sighed.

"That feels real good, Mr. Wilson," she said, her head
almost falling back. Then she looked up at him and
said, "Do you want me to take off my panties?"

Bobby was gone now. Prison didn�t even enter his mind.
"Yes, sweetheart, I�d love for you to take off your
panties."

Lynette rose, reached under the short green dress and

removed a pair of yellow-flowered, cotton panties. Then
she hiked up her dress so he could see her bare slit.
"Would you make me feel good?" she asked. "Then I could
make you feel good."

She sat on the couch, her dress around her waist, as he

buried her tongue in between her wide-spread legs. He�d
cautioned her to make no noise, but she couldn�t help
some soft grunts, as his tongue lapped her small crack,
and his mouth finally came to rest on her erect little
clit. She came in what seemed like and instant, moaning
softly, her hips bucking, her legs pressed tight
against his head, her pussy juice flowing into his
mouth.

Though she was finally finished, Bobby�s hormones were

enflamed, and throwing everything to the wind, he
unzipped his pants, and pulled his trousers and brief
down past his hips. His pecker was small, but it was as
hard as any man�s had ever been. "Put it in your mouth,
Lynette," he instructed. "Suck on it for me."

The 10 year old did just that. She was very inexpert,
but she knew enough from her one experience to suck
with her mouth, lick with her tongue and rub what
wasn�t in her mouth with her tiny hand. She didn�t have
to be and expert with the tension in Bobby Wilson�s
body. She had hardly more than began to suck, when he
shot the biggest load of his life into her tiny mouth.

She jerked back a little, but never lost connection

with her mouth. Cum ran from the corners of her mouth,
down her chin and onto the floor, but she swallowed as
much as she wasted. When he had finally quit shooting,
the blackness of such pleasure having cleared from his
eyes, Bobby looked down at the little blonde girl who
was looking up at him, cum covering her jaw. "Did I do
that right, Mr. Wilson?" she asked, a smile on her
face.

He pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting the cum

in her mouth and mixing what were left of her juices in
his. Then he said, "That was the best I�ve ever felt,
Lynette."

"Bill told me that even if I just swallow pee-pee,

it�ll make my titties grow and make the hair grow on my
wee-wee, like a woman�s," she said earnestly.

Bobby saw an opportunity and ran with it. "Oh, it will,

sweetheart. It will."

"Then can you and me make each other feel good some
other day?" she asked sincerely.

"Oh, yes, my love," Bobby said, his trousers still

hanging from his hips. Then he suddenly realized what
he�d just done, and a flash of fear ran up his spine.
"But you can never tell anyone, do you hear me?" he
said, holding her wrists a little too tightly.

She pulled her wrists away from him. "I ain�t gonna
tell nobody," she said. "I don�t want you to go to
jail. I just want a boyfriend who�ll make me feel
good."

For some reason, Bobby believed her, and his heart rose
again. As he pulled up his pants, he watched her pull
up her panties. He wiped her chin with a wet tissue,
and they prepared to rejoin her mother. But they also
agreed that she would say she wanted to come back for
counseling in a day or two.

Bill�s story: I made a lot of money in Europe with my

edited video and some of the photographs, the ones I
didn�t want to keep. It�s amazing what you can sell in
Amsterdam and Hamburg. I figured I�d covered myself
fairly well, since they would be looking for a "Bill"
or a "William," and the girls hadn�t a clue what motels
they�d been in. Besides, I wasn�t even in the country,
much less in Illinois, so I figured by the time I got
back, even if it had been reported, the trail would be
cold.

While in Amsterdam, I hooked up with one of the guys

who wanted to "distribute" my video, meaning he knew a
few old codgers who would pay big bucks for it, then
pay again, if asked, not to let anybody know they�d
bought it. We made a few more films, through his
connections, and I got to fuck a dozen or so girls,
ranging from 12 to 15. Willy was very good at this, and
even the 15 year olds were chosen because they looked
younger, with small breasts and almost hairless
pussies.

Then we went to Thailand for a while, where I did some

girls as young as 8. This 8 year old told me she�d been
fucking men since she was 6 because her family needed
the money. I paid her some and shacked up with her for
about a week. Boy, that was tight pussy.

Then I went back to the states with a pretty sizeable

bank roll and more to come, with Willy managing the
"distribution" and, quite frankly, the following
blackmail. I found out that the girls had finally been
forced to reveal their exploits to their mother, and
that the old bag had gone immediately to the police.
There was a John Doe warrant out for my arrest for
rape, assault, and anything else they could think up.
The way I found all this out is interesting.

Mrs. Fellowes thanked Bobby for spending time with

Lynette. Bobby actually carried it off to say that it
was his pleasure, without laughing. Lynette immediately
asked if she could come back, that she felt better
talking with Mr. Wilson, just as they had rehearsed
while cleaning his cum from her chin. Bobby said that
day after tomorrow, same time, would be good, that he
could meet with her privately then.

Then he told Mrs. Fellowes that he still needed to talk

some more with Stacey. She looked at her watch with
concern on the lateness of the hour, since she had
agreed to work the evening shift at the restaurant. He
told her that if she wanted, he could drop Stacey off
on his way home, that he only needed another hour or 30
minutes with, then he was calling it a day. She agreed
readily to that, and Bobby�s heart skipped another
beat.
He returned to the room where the pregnant 12 year old
was sitting, listening to music on the CD player her
rapist had bought her.

Bill�s story: Turns out, when the girls got home after
that final session in the motel, they put away all the
new clothes I�d bought them, including the underwear,
though they kept on the stuff they were wearing. I�d
told them to tell their mom, if she asked about it,
that they�d used their own money at the mall and bought
the outfits they had on. Mom did indeed ask them, but
crossly accepted the explanation that they had
purchased the clothes themselves. She actually
complimented them on having good taste.

The girls had gone to the mall the next day for our
rendezvous. I, of course, didn�t show, so they went
back home, I�m told, disappointed.

Next day, however, mom came across the other clothes in

closets and drawers, particularly the panties and bras.
She demanded to know where they had gotten the money to
buy such things. She badgered and badgered until
finally, Lynette blurted out, "Bill bought �em for us."

"And who is Bill?" mama demanded.

"Stacey�s boyfriend," Lynette said, before Stacey told

her to shut up. Like a terrier with a rat, mama stayed
on the story until Lynette finally let slip some
details of our rendezvous in the motel. Mama hit the
ceiling before dialing the police. Over the next 48
hours, the whole story, including descriptions of
"Bill" were related to various police officers and
detectives. Mama demanded my nuts on a platter, but
after a few weeks, the police realized how clever I�d
been and explained to her that finding me was going to
be difficult.

Then Stacey began to have morning sickness, and mama

immediately guessed the reason. She hauled the 12 year
old, first to the doctor for confirmation, then back to
the police for retribution. You see, mama�s religion
forbids abortion, so now her 12 year old daughter was
going to give birth to a bastard child at 13. She was
stuck with the kid, according to her religion, but her
religion didn�t stop her from wanting me strung up by
my nuts. But as the months went by, and as Stacey�s
belly began to grow, the police had to admit the trail
was dead cold. "Bill," whoever he was, had probably
gotten away with it.

Stacey stopped the CD and took off her headphones.

Bobby asked her to join him on the couch in the room.
The pretty 12 year old sat down beside him, and he
noticed the slight bulge around her waist.

"So, Stacey," he said, "I want to ask you a question

that sort of comes from my interview with Lynette. Do
you wish you�d never met Bill? Do you wish this hadn�t
happened?"

Her answer was so quick, it surprised even him. "Oh,

no," she exclaimed. "I still love Bill. I know he can�t
come back or they�d put him in prison, but I�d love to
see him again and show him how our baby�s growing in my
tummy."

Bobby was also surprised at how quickly his dick, which

had just been relieved in the mouth of her 10 year old
sister, got rock-hard again. "So if you could, you�d
let Bill fuck you again?"

"Sure," the pretty pre-teen said, a smile flashing

across her mouth.

"And you want to have Bill�s baby?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," she said.

"Even though you�ll only be 13 when you deliver?"

She looked around. "Is mama still outside?"

"No," he said. "She had to leave with Lynette so she

could go to work. I�m going to drive you home after
we�re done." He looked closely for reaction, but saw
little. He looked down at her pretty legs, which ended
in a pair of white shorts. He wanted to stroke them,
but he waited.

"Well, most people here don�t know, but mama had me

when she was 16," the girl said, "so I guess havin�
children early runs in our family."

Or getting fucked at an early age, he thought. "Did you

enjoy sex with Bill?" he asked, trying to speed it up.

"Yeah," she said. "He made me feel real good."

"If Bill were here today, would you have sex with him?"

"Well, if he comes back, they�ll probably arrest him,"

she said.

"No, I mean, if Bill were here today and nobody would

arrest him, and if he asked you, would you have sex
with him right now?" Bobby asked in a low voice.

She thought for a minute, digesting the question, then

said simply, "Yes."

"Why?" he asked, putting his hand on her arm.

"Because I love him," she said haltingly.

"But isn�t it also because it felt good?" he asked.

"You said he made you feel good."
"Uh-huh," she said cautiously, looking into his eyes.
"Yeah, he made me feel real good."

Bobby had reached the Rubicon, and he decided to cross

again. He took his hand off her arm and placed it
gently on her cheek. "Stacey, I think you�re beautiful.
And I think you�re one of the sexiest women I�ve ever
met." He knew he was taking a page from "Bill�s" book,
but, hell, if it worked once�.. "And I�d love to make
you feel good too."

She looked at him for a minute as though she couldn�t

believe what she was hearing. Fear sprang like a
leopard into his heart. He suddenly believed she was
going to run screaming "rape" from the room. Sweat
actually popped from his forehead. But then the girl
simply asked, "You mean you�d like to fuck me?"

He drew in two breaths to calm himself, then said,

"More than anything in the world."

Again, her hesitation caused him near panic, but then

she said, "But I�m pregnant. Would you want to fuck a
pregnant woman?"

More than anything in the world, he thought. Then he

said, "Sweetheart, you�re more beautiful and sexy
because you�re pregnant. Besides, pregnant women have
sex all the time. And I�ve been told that when they
have their wee-wees licked, it feels even better when
they�re pregnant."

The girl seemed to study his face for a moment, then

reached her own small hand to his cheek. "You mean you
want to be my boyfriend?" she asked.

"Yes, darling," he said, but then had a reality check.

"But no one can know, or I�ll be the one they throw in
jail."

She smiled and said, "Well, I wouldn�t want that. I�ve

done lost one boyfriend."

Bill�s story: Both girls were put under the care of a

court-appointed counselor. Turns out, he was as big a
pedophile as me.

They moved into the bedroom of Bobby�s apartment. He

knew he had to have the girl home soon, but she had
agreed to go to his place on the way and give him a
fuck. He turned on a low lamp in the room, which
luckily was fairly neat for a change. He took young
Stacey in his arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue
exploring her mouth.

She immediately put a hand on his crotch and began

rubbing it lightly. He moved a hand to one of her
breasts, which, though he didn�t know it, had already
swollen slightly from the days when Bill had fucked the
12 year old. It was sore now, and his groping hurt, but
Stacey wanted to be fucked so badly, she didn�t even
flinch as he kneaded the still quite small tit.

In no time, they had broken the embrace and stripped to

their underwear, bra and panties for her, boxers for
him, though they looked more like a tent. He undid her
bra, freeing her now slightly larger breasts, and
kissed and caressed them.

In the back of his mind, he knew how many years of

prison, and what type of treatment in the prison, he
could expect for taking a pregnant 12 year old girl to
bed, but the taste of those small young breasts in his
mouth put him over the edge. He bent down and removed
her panties. He also didn�t know the fullness that was
starting to overtake Stacey�s young pussy with her
pregnancy, but he beheld light down above and bald slit
below with ecstasy. He kissed it several times, then
laid her on the bed.

He immediately and eagerly began to push his tongue

into her young cunt. It was already wet with her juice,
and he tasted for the first time the sweet little girl
lubrication. Then he found her clit and began
administering to it, while running a finger in and out
of her wet hold. His other reached up to fondle one of
her small breasts, as her hips began to buck against
his face. He was startled when, after less than a
minute, she was overcome by a massive orgasm. She
moaned and bucked against him, writhing in pleasure.
He�d never have believed a 12 year old could cum so
hard.

Finally, her orgasm subsided, and he moved up to kiss

her. She grabbed his head, mashed her lips against his
and ran her tongue into his mouth, to taste her own
juice. When the kiss broke off, she smiled at him and
said, "Now I�ll make you feel good." He immediately
began removing his boxers, when she said, "But because
of the baby, you�ll have to do it from behind. I can�t
let you lie on top of me."

Hell�s bells, he thought, I�d rather do it that way

anyway! She got up on hands and knees, her lithe body
looking such a turn on. She turned her head back,
smiling and ready, and he positioned himself behind the
two gorgeous globes of her tight young ass. Then she
reached underneath herself, grabbed his hard-on and
guided it to her wet hole. This was unbelievable, he
thought. This girl is really wanting a fuck. Deciding
it was his duty, as soon as he was ushered in, he began
to pump her as hard as his close to 6 incher would let
him.

She was humping back like a pro, and clamping his

pecker with her pussy muscles. He knew now that, with
his short dick and his desire to come in her tiny twat,
he wasn�t going to last long. But he wanted her to
enjoy it too, so he reached under her with one hand and
began to massage one small breast. Then, with his other
hand, he began to rub her slightly bulging belly,
running from the top, all the way down to the moist
down above her pussy, gently inserting a finger on top
of her clit.

To his amazement, the 12 year old was soon bucking with

a new orgasm, and that was all for him. He shot his hot
load into her pregnant pussy, taking four pumps to dump
it all. After cumming in Lynette�s mouth only an hour
and a half earlier, he was surprised at how much cream
he was able to lay in her pregnant pussy.

Afterwards, as they lay together, stroking each other�s

privates, he told her again how important it was that
she not tell anybody and how he wanted to fuck her
again tomorrow. She eagerly agreed, and they set their
rendezvous.

Bill�s story: The reason I know all of this, about the

police and the psychologist fucking them is that I paid
a visit. I watched from down the street until I saw
mama leave for work and that worthless stepfather leave
for the bar. Then I slipped around to the back door,
took a chance and knocked. Lynette answered. The look
on her face was half horror, half joy.

"Bill," she exclaimed. I put a finger to my lips.

"Quiet, honey," I said. "Is it just you and Stacey at

home?" She said it was, and led me upstairs to Stacey�s
room. She was still asleep, and she was obviously eight
months pregnant.

Her 13 year old body was still trim and lithe, but her
belly was swollen all out of proportion. I could also
see that her tits, though still small, were swollen
with pregnancy. She lay on her back, her mouth open,
her cute freckled nose snoring, her covers thrown off,
and her short nightgown hiked up to reveal her panties.
I realized immediately that they were the pink silk
ones I�d bought her.

Lynette was holding my hand as we roused my little

"wife." She shrieked and tried to jump up, but with her
large belly, she had to maneuver slowly upright. "What
are you doing here," she said, now talking in a
whisper.

"I had to see you again, darling," I said, kissing her

deeply, as I had Lynette at the door.

When the kiss was over, though, my pretty 13 year old

wife said, "But Bill, if they catch you, you�ll go to
prison."

"Tell me what�s going on," I said. And for the next

hour, they told me everything, including about Bobby
Wilson, their "counselor," who was now fucking both of
them. I finally asked them if they loved him more than
me, and they both enthusiastically said they loved me
more. Stacey even went so far as to say, "Bill, you�re
the daddy or our baby." But they both admitted they
needed somebody to fuck, and Bobby was the only choice
they had at the time.

I started to develop a plan in my mind, but I also had

one in my groin. So I kissed Lynette and asked her if I
could be alone with Stacey for a little bit. Once the
door shut, we were all over each other, and soon I was
licking her to a massive orgasm. The minute that
subsided, she immediately was up on hands and knees,
begging me to fuck her.

I obliged, pumping in and out, feeling up her tight

little ass, rubbing her small tits and feeling her big
belly. I came more than I had in weeks. Afterwards, she
cleaned me, and I took a trip down the hall to
Lynette�s room. After licking her to a shattering
orgasm, I raped her 11 year old pussy until I dumped
another load, though smaller than the first. I found
that she was now able to take my hard-on much better
than the first time I fucked her.

Bobby came by that afternoon when Lynette called. He�d

begun fucking her in the past month, and he enjoyed it
even more than her blow jobs. He was nervous about
coming to her house, but he was so horny these days, he
decided to take the chance. When he arrived at the back
door, he was ushered in by Lynette. They tip-toed up
the stairs like they had the other time they�d done it
in her bedroom when no one was at home.

Bobby thought Lynette didn�t know that he was also

regularly fucking her pregnant 13 year old sister. But
he was shocked when they got to Lynette�s room, and
there sat the pregnant girl on the bed. "You�ve been
fuckin� both of, Bobby," she spat. "How dare you."

Bobby darned near wet his pants. He sputtered, looking

for some words in his suddenly dry throat, when Lynette
said, "And both of us is underage, so you could go to
jail."

Bobby looked down at the 11 year old, and no words

came, only horror.

Stacey said, "You know, we got proof you fucked us."

Bobby gasped.

"Yeah," said Lynette, "Stacey filmed you fucking me,

and I filmed you fucking her. And guess who�ll be
fucking you if you go to jail?"

Bobby�s knees buckled, and he abruptly sat down. "Why

are you doing this?" he croaked.

"Cause we want you to do something for us, then we�ll

let you off," Stacey said.

"What?" Bobby managed.

Bill�s story: Willy managed all the details. The

corporate jet was waiting, the fake ID and passports
were flawless, and the getaway was perfect. Bobby
demanded a court-ordered "counseling" session with the
girls, picked them up and drove them straight to the
airport. They all boarded the aircraft where I was
waiting. We flew straight to Amsterdam, where Bobby,
his new English passport in hand, departed for the
Caribbean.

Don�t know whatever happened to the boy. Don�t care.

Me, I�m living happily with Stacey, now known as
"Ingrid," and Lynette, now known as "Lisl," on our
German passports. Stacey had a beautiful baby girl,
whom we named Courtney, and the baby and I take turns
milking mommy�s titties. Big news is that 14 year old
Stacey has been missing a period for two months. Oh,
and Lynette just turned 12, and guess what? She just
missed her period..
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This is intended to be a fantasy. The author does not

condone sexual acts with children. Those who try them
should and will find themselves in prison having the
same acts performed on them by one of their fellow
convicts.
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