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.
Then I asked her if I could kiss her, and she said yes, closed her eyes and waited. I pressed my lips to her young mouth, kissed her lips for a moment, then gently worked my tongue into her mouth and began to massage hers with mine.
I could tell it was her first French kiss, and I held it as long as I could to let her learn how. "Then he put his tongue in my mouth," Stacey said. "And you let him?" Bobby asked. "Uh-huh," the girl replied simply. "Did you like it?" he couldn't help asking. "Yeah," was all Stacey said. "Was he holding you? Restraining you at all?" "He was sort of hugging me," Stacey said.
"It felt nice. He kissed me twice like that, then said he loved me and asked if I thought I could love him." "And what did you say then?" "I said probably. Then he told me how sexy my body was, and he asked if he could touch one of my beautiful breasts." Bill's story: I asked her if I could touch one of those lovely little breasts as I kissed her, and the star- struck little girl said I could. I began another kiss, but before my lips reached hers, my hand was fondling that little titty through the fabric of her top and the small bra she was wearing.
It was soft and yielding, and I could feel the small nipple harden as I caressed the small boob. I knew I had to see those little melons up close and without benefit of bra. Meantime, my dick was nearly coming out of my pants.
And the danger of what I was doing just seemed to increase the pleasure of it. "And you let him?" Bobby asked, totally mesmerized by now.
"Uh-huh," the girl answered, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "Had you ever let anyone touch your breasts before?" Bobby blurted. "Just two boys from school.
They just wanted to see how they felt, but they didn't do nothin' else, and I never took my clothes off for them or nothin'. But it felt real good the way he was rubbin' it and kissin' my tongue at the same time. And I started to feel funny all over, 'specially between my legs." Bill's story: She responded better than I had hoped. Her arms went around my neck, inexpertly, but there nevertheless, and she was tonguing back furiously now. She pushed her young chest willingly into my hand after a moment, and I massaged the small breast greedily.
Bobby thought his dick would rip open his pants by now. "You were becoming aroused?" he breathed. "What's that?" Stacey asked, puzzled by the new word. "You were enjoying what was happening?" he rephrased. "Yeah," she said.
"I was real happy that a handsome guy liked me and thought I was sexy. I knew mama wouldn't want me doin' what I was doin', but that made it even more fun. We were playing naughty, like when I was a little girl and the preacher's boys and me would take down our pants and play doctor, you know. And now I was playing doctor with a handsome guy in a real hospital." Bobby couldn't believe his ears, or his hard-on. "What happened then?" "He told me he just had to see my titties, and would I show them to him.
So I took off my shirt and bra." Bill's story: When I asked her, she unhesitatingly shed her red T-shirt, revealing her tiny white cotton bra.
As I gazed on the small mound, still covered in cotton, I suddenly realized that this was probably not the first time Stacey had pulled down her panties for a boy. But that didn't bother me, because, I thought, this may be the first time she gets fucked by a man.
I reached behind her, undid the clasp of the bra, and removed the last impediment between me and those lovely little melons. They were magnificent, with surprising dark little nipples standing erect from the puffy little buds of breasts. I knew she was 12 by now, and that her name was Stacey and that she lived near the hospital.
But I also knew, as I caressed those little nubbins in each hand, while greedily running my tongue in her mouth, that I had to get those shorts off and get my dick some relief.
"You just took off your clothes for a man you'd never met before and knew nothing about?" Bobby asked, incredulous. Stacey actually smiled. "Well, just my shirt and bra at first. And he rubbed my titties, and it felt real good, even better without my shirt. And he was kissin' me while he was doing it, and it felt real, you know, like romantic." "Then what did he do?" "While he was still kissin' me, he picked me up and sat me down on the end of that bed they have where the doctor looks at you," she continued.
"Then he started kissin' my neck, then my titties." Bill's story: I swooped her up and sat her on the end of the examination table, without my tongue leaving her mouth.
Then I began kissing her neck, then down to suck each of her beautiful, small breasts into my mouth, in turn, and tongue each nipple into hardness they'd probably never known. Stacey was responding hungrily, and I knew I could get her pants off next. But I also knew time was of the essence. There was no time to waste. "Stacey," Bobby gasped, trying to come back to morality briefly, "you sound as though you were enjoying this." "It felt real good," she replied simply.
"I'd never had a boy kiss my titties before." "But it was a grown man," Bobby blurted. "Didn't you know this was wrong?" "Well, I knew mama wouldn't like it," she answered, "but I'd heard about all this stuff from other girls at school and from TV and all, and I knew none of my girlfriends had ever had a handsome guy likin' them like this and doin' it the way he was, and I just wanted to do it so I could tell them what it was really like, instead of what they'd done with boys." Bobby gulped and tried to regain his train of thought.
"What happened then?" Stacey went on as if describing a trip to the lake. "Well, then he put his hand in between my legs and started rubbing down there, you know, on my wee-wee, while he was kissin' my titties, and it really started to feel good down there.
I knew he knew what he was doin'" Bill's story: As I sucked those luscious little tits, I decided to try to make things happen in a hurry. I pushed a hand into her crotch and began to massage her little cunt.
She responded by opening her beautiful thin legs wider to allow me better access. After only a few passes of my hand up and down, my finger now feeling the outline of her slit, I could tell a difference in her breathing.
The little slut was starting to get off on it. I decided it was now or never. I'd make her feel good, then she'd probably feel like she owed me the same pleasure. But I had to make it sound good. "Stacey," I said, looking up from her breast that I had been sucking, "would you like me to make you feel better than you ever have in your life?" "Then he asks me if I want him to make me feel better than I ever have in my life," Stacey continued.
"And I was already feeling pretty good, but I said yes." "And what did he say?" Bobby asked, knowing that this was all being taped for the court and the police and wondering how this was going to sound. "He told me to take off my shorts and my panties," Stacey answered simply. "And you did it, just like that?" Bobby inquired, now fascinated once again.
"Uh-huh," the girl responded. "And he was still fully clothed?" "Uh-huh." "And now you're fully naked?" Bobby gasped.
"Uh-huh." "Then what did he do?" Bobby asked. "Then he started licking my wee-wee," was the girl's response. Bill's story: She eagerly agreed. In just the few moments I'd had with her, I had her worked up to the point that she would agree to just about anything. She was a hot little minx, and I knew how to get her hotter. I told her to take off her shorts and panties, and she immediately began to squirm out of her white shorts and pink cotton panties.
I helped her pull them down, revealing her perfect little slit. There were about a dozen short blonde hairs on her pubus, but none down her perfectly bald slit. I pushed her gently down onto the exam table, kissing her as I did, caressing one of her tits.
When I broke off the kiss, I smiled down at her and said, "I love you, Stacey, and I'm going to make you feel the best you've ever felt. Just spread you legs apart, and I'll do the rest.
I'll show you how good your pussy can make you feel." Bobby had to regroup and try to become professional again. "Stacey, you sound as if you were enjoying this, that you were happy to go along with this guy." "It felt real good," she said. "And, yeah, I liked it. Nobody'd ever done that to me before." Bill's story: I kissed her labia, and she responded by widening her legs, giving me all the access I wanted. She smelled so sweet, and I suspected she used bath powder down here as well as under her arms.
I stuck my tongue out and began to penetrate her slit. And I found her pussy was already running with juice. It was the sweetest I'd ever tasted, and I immediately suspected that she was still a virgin.
Her hips bucked as I penetrated deeply into her young cunt, mashing her groin into my face. I responded by sticking my tongue deep into her hole. Her ass rose off the table at that, and I moved up to her clit. It was already hard, though small, and I sucked it greedily into my mouth and began to tongue it. She began gasping for breath and mashing harder into my face. I raised a hand under my chin and inserted a finger into her hole.
Within the second knuckle, I found her hymen. I didn't have time to waste, so I simply pushed it in. She yelped and bucked, and I felt additional fluid seeping out of her cunt.
But I redoubled my sucking and licking on her hard little clit, and she soon returned to getting off on her first orgasm with a man. Which came almost immediately. Her legs wrapped tightly around my head, as her ass rose into the air and held there.
Small moans escaped from her lips, and I reached up to massage one of her small breasts. Her juice flowed into my mouth like from a faucet, and she almost whined as waves of pleasure rolled over young, lithe body. I don't know how many orgasms she had, but it was definitely more than one. "So what did he do after that?" Bobby asked, realizing the girl was describing having an orgasm.
"Then he kissed me and asked me if I enjoyed it," Stacey said. "I told him I never felt better.
Then he kissed me again and asked me if I was willing to make him feel good too." Bill's story: When she finally came down from her cum, I stood up, moved over her, my face still glistening from her juice. I leaned down, kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own juice, then stood up and asked, "Did that feel good, sweetheart?" She looked at me through slitted eyes and whispered, "I never felt like that before. But what hurt?" "That was your cherry, sweetheart.
You're a virgin, aren't you?" "Yes," she said in a low voice, almost looking embarrassed. "Well, sweetheart, now that I've made you feel good, will you do the same for me?" "Yes," she said, sitting up.
"What do you want me to do?" I cupped one of her small breasts and kissed her again. Then I said, "I want to show you my peter." With that, I lowered my pants and briefs, finally freeing Mr. Happy, who stood up like a flagpole, itching to bury himself in that small pussy.
She instinctively reached out and wrapped her hand around it.
"It's so hard and big," she muttered. "So much bigger than my little brother's." "That's because I love you so much," I said. "And now I want to put it inside your pussy and fuck you." I knew I didn't have much more time, and I moved down between her legs and positioned myself to thrust into her, even without a spoken assent. After all, this was legally rape anyway, so why not go all the way. But she raised up a bit and simply said, "Will it hurt?" "Only a little at first," I assured her, not caring whether it did or not.
"Then it will start to feel good." "Are you going to put your pee-pee in me?" she asked, innocently. "Yes, sweetheart," I said. "I'm going to put my love pee-pee inside you." She said nothing, but just smiled and gave a slight nod of her head.
I moved in for what I wanted. "Then what did he do?" Bobby asked. "He put his peter into my pussy and started to rub it in there," Stacey confirmed. "You realize what he was doing was raping you, don't you?" Bobby asked. "I didn't know it was rape," she replied.
"Did he hurt you?" "Only a little at first," Stacey said. "Then it started to feel really good, and I had another thing like when he was lickin' me." "Did he have an orgasm in you that time?" Bobby asked. "Do you mean did he pee-pee in me?" the girl asked. "Yes," Bobby replied, knowing the answer. "Yes," was all she said. Bill's story: I pushed the head of my dick slowly into her entrance. She was raised up on her elbows, watching almost detachedly.
I smiled down at her, then concentrated on the sight of my dick penetrating a 12 year old virgin pussy. She was sopping wet, and my 7- incher slid in amazingly easily. (I've always considered my penis small, and have wondered whether that was one of the reasons why I was attracted to young girls. I just know I've never been attracted to mature women with big tits and loose pussies.) She flinched slightly as I buried my dick in until my pubic hair touched her bald pussy lips.
I could feel that I was touching the entrance to her cervix, and I couldn't wait to shoot my load into her unprotected womb. I slowly pulled out, then slowly pushed in again.
I looked into her beautiful blue eyes, and she smiled. I began a slow rhythm, and reached up to fondle one of her small breasts. "I'm fucking you, Stacey," I said. And she just smiled, her eyes now riveted on the cock pumping in and out of her girl's pussy. "Do you get your period yet?" I asked, impulsively, hoping the answer was yes. "Yes," she said. If possible, my hard-on increased. "When was your last one?" I asked. "A week ago," she said, "or maybe more like ten days." That was it.
The thought that I might be getting a pretty 12 year old pregnant was too much.
I shot the biggest load I'd ever had and nearly buckled over from the pleasure as I jammed my prick hard up against her cervix, spilling my load directly into her womb. "After he raped you, what do you and he do?" Bobby asked.
"He kissed me again, then he said we'd better get dressed. He wiped my wee-wee with tissues, then stuffed another one in there before I got dressed. He told me to keep the tissues in there in case any pee-pee leaked into my panties. He also said I shouldn't tell anyone about us because he'd get in trouble. Then he helped me put on my bra. Then he asked me to kiss his peter and put it in my mouth before he pulled up his pants.
Then he told me to put my panties in the dirty clothes as soon as I got home and to let nobody see my pussy until in the morning. Then he told me to leave first and go back to where my mama was and tell her I had to poop, and that's why it took me so long." "So you went back and never told anybody?" "Uh-huh." "But he arranged the next meeting for the next day?" "Yeah," she said. Bill's story: As I helped her recover her tiny breasts with her tiny bra, groping them one more time as I did.
"Stacey," I said, "I love you, and I have to see you again." "Okay," was all she said. I got her address and phone number, then asked her if she could meet me at the mall near her home tomorrow around 3:00. She assured me she would, as she pulled on her panties and shorts. After we'd dressed, I took her in my arms again and kissed her deeply, rubbing one of her small breasts as I did.
Then I told her to leave first and say nothing to anyone, because we'd be in trouble if she did. Then I told her I had some surprises for her tomorrow, and that she was now my girlfriend. She seemed excited by that, and she slipped out of the room. I waited a few more minutes, then slipped out of the side exit and headed for my car. I had preparations to make, and I had to come back later to see about my aunt in the hospital.
Luckily, she was only having foot surgery, nothing life threatening. So I went shopping for a video camera and a hotel room. CHAPTER 2 TO FOLLOW