Their Stories - Chapter Two

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."

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