Their Stories - Chapter Two |
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Chapter Two - 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 THREE TO FOLLOW Read 67971 times | Rated 87.7 % | (176 votes) Vote list (Close) : Shawntwain : POSITIVE OneDirtyOldGeizzer : POSITIVE denji28 : POSITIVE Doozy woof Hunter : NEGATIVE Twisted Mister : POSITIVE Please rate this text: |