Their Stories - Chapter Five

Chapter Five - The Final Hotel 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."

Bill'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 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 her 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.

FINAL CHAPTER TO FOLLOW