Their Stories – Chapters Three & Four

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.