Their Stories – Chapters Three & Four by Sweetleaf
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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.