Their Stories - Final Chapter

The Final Chapter

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 folds. 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..