Their Stories – Chapter One

Chapter 1: The Hospital

Bobby Wilson was a counselor with the children’s court,
dealing with children who’d been subjected to violence,
either within or with out of the home. Stacey, a
beautiful 12 year old girl, soon to be 13, and pregnant
from rape was assigned to him by the court for help, a
plea asked for by her mother. He was also assigned her
younger sister, Lynette, 10 years old, who had been
raped by the same man as her older sister. What Bobby
heard was a remarkable story that led him to do things
he’d never considered.

Stacey, a tall, lanky 12 year old, with honey blonde
streaked hair, a thin waist, lanky legs and a budding
chest, breasts the size of half a tennis ball or less,
no more than an A-cup, sat across from Bobby to tell
him about her repeated rapes by a man she knew only as
“Bill.” But from the start, the most amazing thing to
Bobby was that Stacey seemed to have enjoyed her
experiences – experiences that now had her three months
pregnant at age 12.

“So how did it start?” Bobby began.

“Well, it was that day at the hospital when my grandma
had an operation,” she said, then stopped.

“Go on,” Bobby urged after a moments silence.

“Well, we was there all day, in the waiting room
mostly, and I seen him sittin’ there, reading a book,
from around noon. And I seen he was lookin’ at me, and
I could tell he liked me. He was lookin’ at me that
way. And I kinda stretched a lot, and showed him my
body, and laid on the couch and stretched out so he
could look at me. So I guess I sorta lead him on a
little.”

Bobby now noticed her reenacting her stretching
motions, and he became aroused at the sight of her
young breasts. But he swallowed, squirmed in his seat,
then invited her to continue.

“Well, I finally told my mama that I had to go to the
toilet, and that was way down the hall. So I got up and
left, and when I come out from peein’, he was standin’
there like he was going into the men’s bathroom. Then
he smiled at me and said hello.”

Bill’s story: She was so hot. Long legs, small
developing breasts, thin waist, pretty turned up nose
with freckles running across it, blonde hair in a pony
tail. And she knew I was looking at her, sizing her up.
I heard her tell her fat mother that she was going to
the toilet, which I knew was way down a long hall, then
around a corner, near some examination rooms. I also
noticed her little sister. Also tall, long legs, but no
breast development. Same beautiful blonde hair though.
When Stacey, as I’d heard her called, left the waiting
room for the toilet, it was just something I decided on
the spur of the moment to go for. There was an exit
close by, if she rebuffed me and I had to leave in a
hurry. I’d never tried to appease my desire for young
girls before, but for some reason, I decided now was
the time.

“What happened then?” Bobby asked, now fascinated by
the story.

“He said he’d noticed me in the waiting room. Then he
said how beautiful he thought I was. I said thank you,
and he said I was also the sexiest girl he’d seen in a
while.”

“What did you say to that?” he asked.

“Well, I thanked him, but said I wasn’t old enough to
be sexy,” Stacey said. “But he said I didn’t know much
about men, and that there were lots of men like him who
were attracted to pretty young girls like me. So I
said, ‘Well I don’t have much on top,’ pointing to my
titties. But he tells me that he thinks they’re the
sexiest ones he’s seen in a long time.”

Bill’s story: I wanted to touch those little titties in
the worst way. I turned on the charm and flattery,
hoping it would do the trick. She was attracted to the
approach, so I took the plunge and ask her if we could
be alone for a few minutes.

“What did he say then?” Bobby asked.

“Well, he asked me if we could go into one of the rooms
there and talk for a minute or two alone. He was real
handsome, and I liked it that he liked me so much, so I
said yes,” Stacey replied.

“Didn’t it occur to you that he was a grown man and you
were just a girl and that he might hurt you?” Bobby
asked, amazed that she would go so willingly with a
man.

“Well, a little,” the girl replied. “I was nervous, but
it was, well, sort of exciting too. And I didn’t think
he’d hurt me or anything, not right there in the
hospital.”

“So you found him attractive?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah,” the girl replied, a smile spreading across her
pretty mouth. “He was real good lookin’, and real nice
to me. And I could tell he liked me.”

Of course he did, Bobby thought, because he wanted to
rape you, you little fool. Then, someplace in the back
of his mind, he realized that, given the chance, he’d
love to stick his own now-hard tool into this young
lolita’s cunt.

“Anyway,” Stacey continued, now caught up in her
remembrance, “we went into this room, where, like the
doctors examine you, and he told me right off that he
was crazy for me, and asked if he could kiss me.”

Bill’s story: I was beside myself when the little minx
agreed to go into an empty exam room with me. It was in
the new wing of the hospital, just built and as yet
basically unused. I took a chance that no exams were
happening yet, but I also locked the door just in case,
though how I would have explained I didn’t think out. I
was just following my dick at that point, though I
would plan better in the future. When we got into the
room, I told her that I thought this was love at first
sight, which the child bought.