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.