Their Stories - Chapters Three & Four

Chapter Three - The Second Hotel 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 Four - The Next Hotel 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 Denny's, 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.

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