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. CHAPTER FIVE TO FOLLOW