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Motel Pool

by SpectreOfHell

Part 1 of 3

John slipped into the cool water of the motel pool with a sigh of relief. It had been a long, hot day, and he was glad to be done with it. Tomorrow he would be on the road again, making the long drive back home where he could report to his wife that their business would survive another year. The sales he had made at this year’s convention exceeded expectations. Hell, he might even be able to afford that divorce now.

He dove under the water, relishing the feel of it coursing over his skin, washing away tension and the sweat the hot day had created. He came up at the far end, shaking his head, rubbing his eyes to clear his vision. And his gaze fell upon a pair of pale feet standing by the pool’s edge. He craned his neck, letting his eyes follow the shapley countour of an obviously female leg up to a tight, pale blue bikini bottom and a pair of narrow hips. She had a flat tummy, but she also had a nearly flat chest. A lump caught in his throat as he realized suddenly that he was openly ogling a little girl. But when his eyes reached her face he found her smiling down at him warmly.

‘Hi,’ she said.

‘Uh, hi,’ he replied, gulping. He glanced around, but they were alone. The old motel was cheap for a reason, and most rooms were empty.

‘Do you mind if I swim with you?’ the girl asked.

He looked back up at her, noticing for the first time just how cute she really was. She couldn’t have been more than nine or ten, he guessed, but she was adorable. The kind of beauty you could see in a c***d and know one day she would grow into a truly beautiful woman. ‘You don’t have to ask me for permission,’ he said. ‘Your parents know you’re out here?’

She snorted laughter. ‘Yeah, sure,’ she said. She stepped to the side and sat down at the pool’s edge, dangling her feet into the water. Closer now, he could see her better, and he felt funny inside looking at her. The kind of feeling a guy got when he was in the presence of a woman he instinctively desired. It scared the hell out of him.

He pushed away from the edge and swam backward away from her, his eyes unable to tear themselves away. She smiled shyly at him, adorable even in her slumped posture. The bikini, he saw, was old and worn, a size too small for her, and her skinny pale body would have been unattractive to most. Really, John couldn’t figure out what it was about her that made his heart thump in his chest. He wasn’t a pervert, going around ogling k**s, and he certainly had never felt that way about a c***d before. He turned and dove under the water.

When he came up, she had slipped into the pool and was swimming languidly toward him. He squatted in the shallow end, keeping all but his head under the surface. She swam to a point a few feet away and did the same, only she didn’t have to squat as far. ‘I’m Kim,’ she told him.

He stared. ‘Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to speak to strangers?’ he asked.

‘You don’t look dangerous to me,’ she said.

‘But you don’t know that for sure,’ he replied. ‘What if I was some c***d m*****er or a r****t?’ He felt cold saying it, embarassed.

She laughed. ‘Are you?’ she asked. ‘Do you want to **** me?’

He gulped. ‘Of course not,’ he said. But he felt a distinct stirring in his crotch that told him his body thought otherwise. Well, not ****…he’d never do something like that.

‘You scared I’ll **** YOU?’ she said, giggling.

He blushed. ‘No,’ he said lamely. Her eyes widened and she laughed again. She was clever, he realized. He needed to leave, to go back to his room, escape…

‘Then what’s your name?’ she asked.

‘John,’ he finally said.

She moved closer, holding out her hand. ‘Nice to meet you, John,’ she said. He took her hand, shaking it. It was soft and warm, and the touch of her skin made him shiver even in the heat.

‘Nice to meet you too, Kim,’ he said, smiling, and meant it.

He relaxed after that. They were alone together, and he kept his distance, and it really was innocent after all. He didn’t have to worry about what anyone might think if they saw them because he was leaving tomorrow. And he knew he wasn’t going to do anything. And she trusted him. And…

‘Tag!’ she shouted, splashing water into his face as she tapped his shoulder. ‘You’re it!’ She dove under the water and swam away rapidly. Laughing, he dove under and pursued her.

They came up together in the deeper end of the pool. She slid into his arms so naturally that it was frightening. He held onto the side of the pool with one hand, but she surrendered to his embrace, snuggling against his chest and laying her head on his shoulder. Her skinny legs entwined with his and she wrapped her arms around him. It scared him almost senseless, but holding her felt too good. His cock twitched in his trunks and began to swell, which scared him even more.

Kim didn’t seem uncomfortable at all being in such an intimate position. She smiled at him warmly, her blonde hair plastered wetly to her head and dripping over her shoulders, blue eyes sparkling in the late afternoon light. The kiss, when it came, surprised him. She just leaned in quickly and pressed her lips to his. But what surprised him most was his reaction to it. He kissed her back. She leaned back after a moment, sucking on her lips as if tasting him there, and she smiled even more brightly.

The sound of the pool gate opening made them both jump. An elderly couple entered, shuffling toward the deck chairs. Kim slipped out of his arms smoothly and paddled away while floating on her back, gazing at him. He didn’t know how to react, what he should be feeling. The twitch in his cock had grown to a full-blown spasm and it was nearly fully erect by the time the elderly couple had settled into their chairs. The woman smiled benevolently at him while the man seemed to pay no attention at all.

The woman turned her gaze to Kim and whispered something to her husband, who gave them both a cursory glance. The woman looked at John and said something.

‘I’m sorry?’ he said. ‘I couldn’t hear you.’

‘I said it’s nice,’ the woman said louder. ‘It’s nice to see a father and daughter spending time together.’

Almost, just almost, he was going to tell her he wasn’t Kim’s father, but there was no other way to explain what they had been caught doing. The couple might not have seen the kiss, but they sure saw them clenched together. Kim laughed from the other end of the pool. ‘He’s the best Daddy in the world,’ she called to the woman.

John felt suddenly ashamed of himself. Kim gazed at him across the expanse of water, into his eyes, unafraid, guiltless. The reality of his situation fell on him like a heavy weight. She was a c***d, for God’s sake! What the fuck was he playing at? A strong desire to flee filled him, and he made his way quickly to the ladder and got out.

Kim got out too. They both retrieved their towels. Hers was large enough to cover her entire body because she was so petite. He wrapped his around his waist. As he grabbed up his room key, she appeared beside him, hooking her arm through his. He stared at her, and she stared back. ‘We’re going back to our room now,’ she said. ‘Right, Daddy?’

‘Yeah,’ he said hoarsely. He glanced at the couple. The man appeared to be dozing, the woman still smiled happily at them, ignorant of the truth. All John knew was that he had to escape. If it meant fleeing with the girl on his arm, the so be it. They left the pool area together, her soft skin burning the flesh of his arm. She leaned against him, compelling him to put his arm around her. Shame drained out of him, along with guilt and fear. He kissed the top of her blonde head. What he felt he couldn’t describe. Like he had felt so long ago when he first met his wife, before he learned the truth about her.

‘Where’s your room?’ Kim whispered to him as they entered the breezeway separating the pool area from the other side of the motel.

‘Kim,’ he said, ‘I’m sorry. I really am. I shouldn’t have done that.’

‘You mean the kiss?’ she said, giggling. ‘I’m not sorry. I liked it.’

‘It shouldn’t have happened. You’re just a k**.’

She pulled away from him pouting. ‘I’m almost twelve,’ she told him. ‘I’m not a k**.’

‘Yeah, you are,’ he told her, hiding his astonishment. Almost twelve? She looked so much younger! ‘I’m going back to my room. You should go back to yours. And we’ll pretend that none of this…what’s wrong?’

A look of cold fear had taken over the pretty features of her face. ‘Nothing,’ she said tersely. ‘Can I come to your room instead?’

‘Kim, I just said…’

‘If I go back to my room now my Dad’s gonna be really pissed,’ she said. ‘He’s got a meeting right now. You know? Some guys he’s selling to, and…’

John put his hand on her slender shoulder gently. ‘Are you in danger, Kim?’ he asked.

‘No!’ she said quickly. ‘I mean…Mom and Dad just have stuff they gotta do, that’s all. I’m not allowed around. I guess I’ll just go back to the pool or something.’ She shivered as she turned away.

The air was becoming chill as night began to fall. He stopped her. ‘Okay,’ he said, hardly believing he was saying it. ‘You can come to my room for a little while. But you have to tell me why you can’t go back to your own. Okay?’

‘I will,’ she said, cheerful again. ‘Which room is yours? I’m in one-fifty.’

He was in one-twenty, almost at the other end of the row and told her so. ‘I’ll go first,’ he said. ‘You follow in a few minutes. People shouldn’t see us together.’ Damn, it felt like such a perverted thing to say.

‘Okay,’ she said softly. He stared at her a moment longer, trying to figure out something else to say, something that would make what he was doing alright. He could sense her fear, it was real, and he had an overpowering urge to protect her. Why, he couldn’t guess. He hadn’t felt like this since…well, never really. He turned away from her and walked quickly out of the breezeway.

He thought of his wife waiting for him back home. The marriage had been over for a long time. The success of this trip meant they would no longer have to depend on each other and they could get the divorce at last. The marriage was in name only, after all, since she lived with her boyfriend now and he lived alone in a small apartment. How many times had he been tempted to hire a woman for the night while he was on the road? That’s what he should have done instead of taking a swim. Then he wouldn’t be in this position now. She was twelve for Christ’s sake!

He let himself into his room, his mind still reeling, and went automatically to the bathroom. He hadn’t forgotten she was coming, he was just preoccupied with internal debate and his body did what muscle memory remembered. He pissed, stripped off his wet trunks, and wrapped a fresh towel around his waist. He was headed for his open suitcase on the second bed to get a pair of sweatpants when the tiny knock came at the door. Instantly, he felt an icy chill. Memory returned and along with it came both a deep dread and a quivering excitement.

John opened the door slowly. There she stood, beaming at him, the towel around her waist leaving her pale upper body exposed. His heart skipped a beat. Quickly, he opened the door, leaning out to look for witnesses even as she slipped by him into the room. She brushed against him, and the towel fell off. John yelped and shut the door, whirling to reach for his towel. Kim stood inches away, eyes wide with wonder and locked on his penis. He snatched up the towel and wrapped it around himself again. His hands shook too much and the towel fell again. Once more he snatched for it…and froze.

Kim had reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock. It was a brief caress, then she let go, and he stood there paralyzed for a moment longer while she smiled and ogled his now-swelling member. Then he wrapped the towel around his waist, blushing furiously. ‘Why’d you do that?’ he asked tersely.

She shrugged. ‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘I just wanted to.’

‘Do you know how much trouble I could get in if anyone knew you were here and you had seen me naked?’ he asked. ‘Or that I’d let you touch my…you know?’

‘Your dick?’ she filled in, grinning up at him. ‘I know. I won’t tell, I swear to God. I can keep a secret.’

More than the fear of jail was the fear of blackmail. She was a stranger to him, how could he be sure she hadn’t been sent by her con-man parents to put him in just the kind of position he was in right now? She turned away from him and sat on the end of the bed. ‘I won’t tell,’ she repeated, correctly reading the expression on his face. Then, ‘John?’

‘What?’ he responded in a croak.

‘Would you kiss me again?’

The bl**d drained from his face. Common sense warred with desire in his chest. ‘Why?’ he asked.

She shrugged again. A typical c***d’s response when they were reluctant to reveal a truth. ‘It was nice,’ she said. ‘Nobody’s ever kissed me that way before.’

He felt weak and needed to sit down. ‘What way?’ he asked, pacing toward the other bed.

‘You know…nice,’ she said. As he passed her she reached up and took his hand, stopping him. He stared down into her eyes, and she stared up into his, smiling serenely. ‘I’d really like it if you kissed me that way again.’

‘Kim,’ he said, starting to gasp. ‘You’re a twelve year old girl. I’m way too old for you. And I’m not a pervert.’

‘I know that!’ she laughed. ‘That’s why I like you so much. I think you really like me for me, not because I’m a little girl and you’re a c***d m*****er or something. When you look at me…I feel like you really see me. And the kiss was SO nice. Please?’

He meant to pull away from her. His body betrayed him by sitting next to her instead. He d****d his arm around her bony form as she pressed herself against his side, wrapping her thin arms around him. He kissed the top of her head, overcome with strong emotions he knew he shouldn’t be feeling. ‘Please?’ she whispered.

‘I can’t,’ he told her. ‘You don’t know how much trouble I could get into.’

There was a pause. ‘You didn’t say you don’t want to,’ she said softly. ‘So if you want to, and I want to, and I promise, promise, promise not to ever tell…why can’t we kiss again?’

He couldn’t find words to answer. She was right. He wanted to. God help him, he wanted to pull this c***d into his arms and…but it was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. She pulled slightly away so she could look up at him, into his eyes again. He caressed her soft, beautiful face. ‘You swear you won’t tell?’ he asked her.

‘Cross my heart and everything,’ she said.

He licked his lips. ‘Okay, I guess,’ he said. Just having her in his room was enough to destroy him, he knew. She could say he did anything to her and she’d be believed. So why not do a little of those things? It was wrong, and he didn’t care anymore. Slowly, he bent and brought his lips to hers. She sat up straighter, eager for it. Their lips met again, but it wasn’t like the kiss in the pool. She parted her lips after a moment. Her tongue touched his lips, asking for entry. He opened his mouth to her after only a heartbeat of hesitation, and just like that they were making out.

It was, as he remembered later, the most wonderful kiss of his life. She was soft and tender, smooth and frail, demanding his attention and his protection and his love. She smelled predominantly like chlorine from the pool, but there was a natural perfume to her skin, something like what sunshine would smell like if it had a smell. He wasn’t sure later who led the way but they found themselves laying down on the bed together. She moved closer into his embrace smoothly, without fear or effort, finally coming to straddle his torso. She was so petite that she rocked a little atop him, only one knee able to touch the bed at a time. He stroked her back languidly as they kissed, stopping just short of her little ass.

‘You’re a good kisser,’ she told him during a moment they took to catch their breaths.

‘So are you,’ he commented. ‘How much kissing have you done?’

‘I’m a virgin, if that’s what you mean,’ she said, grinning.

‘That’s not what I meant,’ he said, alarmed, but laughing all the same. ‘This isn’t going that far.’

‘Isn’t it?’ she asked coyly. Her hand caressed his hot face. He felt he could get lost in the oceans of her eyes. She brought her feet up and hooked them over his thighs, allowing her full weight to rest atop him. She was as light as a feather, and her feet wiggled playfully, finding his erection and making him gasp.

He should have told her to stop, or made her stop. She caressed the bulge beneath his towel with her little feet, grinning at him. He moved his hands to her small ass and gripped her cheeks. He was daring her, telling her that she had to stop teasing or there’d be consequences. It was only then that he realized he was willing to deliver those consequences. Kim kissed him again, stretching her body atop him, her hand holding his head as her tongue dove into his mouth. Her feet pressed more firmly to his crotch. Somehow, the towel came open and fell away, leaving him nude beneath her small young body.

‘Why?’ he asked her. ‘Why do you want to do this? Why with me?’

‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘Because you make me feel special. Because when you look at me it feels like you really see me. I don’t know, I just do.’ She kissed him again, groaning as she sucked on his tongue.

John couldn’t explain it either, and he no longer wanted to. He was a thousand miles from home, but he was alot farther away from what was considered right and normal in the regular world. She was a woman in the body of a c***d, and he wanted her, there was nothing more to it than that. He slid his hands into her bikini bottoms and gripped her ass. She squirmed atop him. The tip of his cock nudged against the bottom curve of her little ass. He couldn’t remember the last time he was that hard. He levered his hands under her bikini bottoms, peeling them off her. She didn’t resist.

She sat up on him. ‘Do you think I’m pretty, John?’ she asked quietly.

‘I think you’re probably the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known,’ he said. And as the words tumbled from his mouth he realized it was true. She touched him on some deep, instinctive level. It was meant to be. Had to be.

Kim gazed at him for a long moment. Then she reached behind her neck and unfastened her bikini bra. She peeled the cups away from her tiny breasts and pushed the garment down out of the way. Her breasts were in the early stages of development, firm little swellings that were slightly more pale than the rest of her. The size, he thought, of large lemons. Each was capped by a pink areola and a darker pink, erect nipple. He pulled his hands from inside her suit and reached for them. He waited for her to flinch, to resist, to protest, but she didn’t, and when he cupped each of her little breasts in his hands she pressed forward, pushed them into his grasp.

‘They’re beautiul,’ he told her, making her smile. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, and that made her gasp. She twisted the bra around so that the other clasp was in front and undid it. The bra flew across the room, and for a moment she sat there proudly displaying her developing chest to him. Then she lay on him fully, mashing her chest to his. It felt incredible.

To her as well it seemed. ‘I like this,’ she said, nearly whispering. ‘I like feeling my boobs on your skin.’

‘I like it too,’ he told her as he gripped her little ass again.

‘Do you want to take them off?’ she asked.

He knew what she meant. ‘Yes,’ he told her.

‘You don’t care that I’m twelve?’ she asked.

‘No,’ he answered quickly, no need to dwell on it. ‘I want you.’

She lifted herself, hands propped on his chest, so she could look into his eyes again. ‘You mean,’ she said carefully, ‘that you want to have sex with me?’

‘Is that what you want?’ he asked.

‘Yes,’ she said instantly. Then, ‘I want to fuck with you, John.’

He shivered. He pulled her down, pressing his mouth to hers, rolling her over onto her back as he twisted his body. He stroked a hand over her tummy and moved swiftly down between her skinny legs, which she parted eagerly for him. It was almost impossible to believe it was really happening. They had met barely two hours ago, and now…

Now he was risking his life and his freedom because his desire could not be denied. His fingers slipped into the top of her bikini bottoms, followed by the rest of his hand. Her slit was nearly hairless, he found, rubbing his fingers lightly over it. She arched her back and moaned into his mouth, obviously enjoying his touch. Deftly, he pried her labia apart and found her little clit, swollen with need. Rubbing that really made her gasp and moan.

‘Do you masturbate?’ he asked her.

She blushed. ‘Yeah,’ she said in a tiny, embarassed voice. As if they had anything to be embarassed about anymore!

‘Have you ever had an orgasm?’ he asked her.

She shrugged. ‘I think I have,’ she said.

That wasn’t good enough. He wasn’t the kind of man who could just take from a partner, could just use her to satisfy his own needs and lusts. Much of the pleasure he recieved was entwined inextricably with the pleasure he gave. ‘Relax,’ he told her. ‘I won’t hurt you.’

‘I know,’ she said. ‘I trust you, John.’

That almost stung. She was trusting him, and he was doing THIS to her. He lowered his mouth to one tiny breast, and when she moaned and grasped his head and pushed her nipple into his mouth eagerly, he reminded himself that what he was doing to her was exactly what she wanted done. He spent some time suckling on her breasts, the first mouth ever to do so, and then kissed his way over her flat, quivering tummy. He pulled her bottoms down, peeling them over her narrow hips and her slender thighs revealing her precious flower to his eager eyes. She watched him over the low curve of her breasts as he peeled the suit down. She didn’t help much, but she didn’t resist at all as he got them off and threw them aside. Now they were both naked.

For the first time, it seemed, she noticed his cock, and her eyes grew wide. He paused what he was doing and rose onto his knees so that his cock jutted out in front of him. Kim rose onto her elbows and gaped. ‘Have you never seen one before?’ he asked.

‘Yeah, I’ve seen them before,’ she said. ‘But they weren’t…nice. Not like yours.’

‘What’s that mean?’

She giggled. ‘They were red or purple and angry looking,’ she said. ‘And they were smaller, too. Yours looks so…thick.’ She reached for him, wrapped her fingers around his cock once more. ‘It’s nice,’ she added.

He bent and kissed her, then returned his lips quickly to her hips. She seemed to know what to expect and parted her legs widely for him. He planted a kiss at the top of her slit, inhaling her unique aroma. Musky like a woman, but clean and crisp with the smell of the pool. This was a vagina that had never known a cock, had never been filled with sperm, had never had menstruation. He thrust his tongue between her labia and lapped at the juices he was surprised to find there. She was wet! She was aroused! And she tated wonderful.

Kim moaned loudly, falling back onto the bed, flinging her arms wide to grasp fistfuls of the bedspread. John drove his tongue inside her virgin canal and sucked on her pussy. Putting his hands behind her thighs, he pushed her legs up and back, posing her in the most lewd way. Her hands gave up torturing the bedspread and dug into his hair. She bucked her hips, moaning as he lapped at her pussy, as he devoured her.

John had always enjoyed oral sex. There was something empowering about being able to make a woman climax that way. Kim moaned loudly and let go of his head to slap a hand over her own mouth. Her body shivered like she was naked in the snow, and she was making more and more fluids. She came unexpectedly, arching her back so hard he was surprised she didn’t break it, pulling his face tightly to her young crotch as a thick, syrupy liquid jetted into his mouth. It was a little bitter, but mostly it was sweet and tangy and metallic at the same time, her first womanly orgasm tinged with a tiny amount of released urine. He drank it and felt like an Olympian god drinking ambrosia.

When it was over, he lowered her hips to the bed and then her legs. He crawled up to lay beside her panting form. She had her eyes squeezed shut and only opened them when he lay a casual hand atop her breast. She looked at him, almost as if bewildered to find herself naked in bed with a man she had only just met. Then she threw her arms around him, squealing happily, planting kisses all over his face before driving her tongue into his mouth. He held her tightly, letting her come to rest atop him again,legs splayed over his torso.

‘That was awesome!’ she hissed excitedly. ‘That was an orgasm, wasn’t it? A real orgasm.’

‘I’m pretty sure it was,’ he laughed with her.

‘Then no, I never had one before that,’ she said. ‘It was…wonderful!’ They kissed again and then she sat up, beaming, rubbing her slick pussy against his belly as she wobbled atop him. An expression of surprise crossed her face and she twisted, reaching around behind herself to grasp his cock. She looked back at him.

‘Do you want to fuck me now?’ she asked quietly.

‘Only if you’re sure you want to,’ he said.

She grinned. ‘Will I get another orgasm?’ she asked.

‘I don’t know,’ he waffled. ‘Most girls don’t cum the first time they make love.’

‘Cum?’ she asked, wrinkling her face adorably.

‘It means orgasm,’ he said. ‘Losing your virginity can be painful. So you might not want to.’

She tilted her head as if considering it. ‘I want to,’ she said firmly. ‘I want to do it.’ She glanced back again, then planted one foot on the mattress to lift herself up. Letting go of his cock, she reached between her legs and grasped it from a different angle. It was his turn to shiver and moan as she began to rub the tip of his cock through her labia. ‘This feels good,’ she said in a low voice.

‘Yes,’ he agreed. ‘It does.’ He was about to suggest that they keep it at that level, just engage in some frotage instead of full intercourse, but then she pushed the tip of his cock against the entrance to her pussy.

‘It goes here, right?’ she said.

‘Right,’ he answered, barely breathing.

She pushed her hips down. He thought to himself that there was no way he could penetrate her. She might have been twelve, but she was the size of a nine or ten year old, and a virgin besides. But as she pressed harder, the head of his cock began to spread her pussy, to stretch her opening, and to enter her. Groaning, he grasped her hips, fighting the urge to just ram upward.

She let go of his cock and steadied herself with hands on his belly. She pushed down harder and his cock slipped free, raking through her pussy slit and over her clit. She gasped and jumped from the intense sensation. ‘It slipped out,’ she said needlessly. Then she reached between her skinny thighs to grasp and guide his cock again.

This time he pulled down on her hips, unable to resist. He wanted inside her desperately He needed it. The tip of his cock spread her pussy apart again, then the helmet popped in. Just like that, it popped, and he had a half inch of cock in her. Kim’s eyes widened and she smiled at him proudly. But when she let go of his cock and tried to get more into herself, his cock bent from the pressure painfully and popped free again.

‘Crap!’ she exclaimed, slumping. She looked plaintively into his eyes. ‘Would you do it, John?’ she asked.

John was past the point of debating whether it was right or wrong. He eased her onto her back and knelt against her with her legs spread as wide as they could get. He rubbed the tip of his cock through her slit over and over, washing the juices leaking from her up onto her clit. She moaned and watched the action raptly. Finally, he positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to her body and began to push.

He expected difficulty. He expected to hurt her. Her tiny pussy stretched and opened like a flower, swallowing the head of his cock. He pushed a little harder and sank further into her. ‘Does it hurt?’ he asked.

She shook her head quickly. She panted, grunted, but didn’t speak. He eased back a fraction, then pressed forward again. In tiny increments like that, he began to fully enter her. Always, with each millimeter, he was surprised that it was happening, that his fat cock was actually going into this petite c***d. With three inches, half his length inside her, he began to actually fuck her. He sawed back and forth slowly, their union making a wet, squelching sound that was exquisitely erotic. After a dozen strokes, he pushed harder and felt another two inches fall into her. He paused there, letting her get used to it.

‘Are you okay?’ she asked, gazing up at him.

He almost laughed. ‘I was going to ask YOU that,’ he said.

‘I’m fine,’ she giggled. ‘It feels…strange, but nice. I feel really full.’

‘You feel wonderful to me,’ he told her. That pleased her immensely. He pulled back and really began to fuck her then, sawing into her and pulling out until only the head remained past her inner labia. She moaned and began to move her hips. She closed her legs enough to dig her heels into his sides, allowing him to let go of her limbs and grasp her narrow waist instead.

‘We’re really fucking aren’t we?’ she asked.

‘Yes,’ he moaned. ‘I’m fucking you, Kim. I’m fucking you.’

‘I’m fucking you too,’ she said, smiling. And it was true, he realized. She was his partner in this, one hundred percent. She churned her hips and drove her little pussy onto his thrusting cock. She dug her heels into him and urged him to move, to continue, to fuck her with real passion. He bent over her and cradled her little body, her face only coming to his chest. She was so small, so petite, a c***d, and he loved her as he had never loved another.

‘Oh god,’ he moaned. ‘Kim, I can’t hold it. I’m gonna cum.’

‘You’re gonna squirt in me,’ she moaned beneath him. It was command, not question. ‘John! I’m feeling so good! I think I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum too!’

She was so innocent and yet so lewd all at once, and the combination was too much. The velvety walls of her tight pussy massaged his cock, coaxed the orgasm out of him. He wasn’t sure, but he might have screamed as he came, his cock throbbing and pulsing in her little body, spewing his seed against her immature womb. She cried out too, and it was as if the feel of his cock releasing inside her triggered her own orgasm. She clutched at him, almost weeping, as her pussy clamped down tightly on his invading cock. He couldn’t move, but he didn’t have to. The muscles of her pussy rippled along the length of his cock, milking more cum out of him. He sank the final inch into her body, their crotches coming flush together. He felt the hard ring of her cervix against the end of his cock and knew the last explosion of his sperm shot into the deepest part of her.

It couldn’t have lasted as long as it felt, which seemed hours, but he finally sagged atop her, careful not to crush her with his weight. He started to get off, but she clutched at him, locking arms and legs around him to keep them joined together. His cock shrunk at last, though, and she released him. He kissed her mouth tenderly before moving to lay next to her. She curled up in his arms, laying her head on his shoulder and dr****g a thin leg across his belly. He could feel the wetness of her freshly fucked pussy against his hip.

‘I’m not a virgin anymore,’ she commented.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked.

She squeezed him. ‘Better than okay,’ she said. ‘I feel really really great. Did you like it? Did you like fucking me?’

‘More than anything in my life,’ he said honestly, illiciting a giggle from her. ‘What about you? Did you enjoy fucking ME?’

‘Yes,’ she said, shyly pressing her face into his flesh. Then, ‘I want to do it again.’

‘Now?’ he asked.

‘No, silly, not now,’ she said. ‘I’m too tired now. Can I come back to your room later tonight? I’d really like that.’

As far as he was concerned, she could stay forever. ‘Won’t you get in trouble if you sneak out?’ he asked.

‘No,’ she said. ‘My parents always sl**p like logs. I won’t get caught. Besides, they wouldn’t know where to look.’

Sanity lost out. ‘Yes, then,’ he said. ‘I’d love to see you again.’

She rose up to look into his eyes. ‘Do you love me, John?’ she asked.

That was easy. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I know it’s wrong and we’ve only known each other for a few hours, and you’re twelve and I’m old enough to be your father…but I love you, Kim. I really do.’

‘I love you too, John,’ she said, beaming.

For what that was worth, he thought. She was twelve, and the love of c***dren was ephemeral. He would take whatever he could, though. She got up a moment later and wobbled into the bathroom. He could see his sperm running down the inside of her legs as she walked bow-legged away from him. He got up, too, and helped her clean her pussy. It was swollen and a little red, but there was no blodd and no sign of any damage. She enjoyed his fingers on her pussy too much, and they almost fell into bed together again. Instead, she got her bikini back on, and he pulled on the sweatpants he’d intended to wear.

He checked outside before letting her out. It was pitch dark on the landing, most of the lights of the cheap motel burned out or broken. ‘I love you, John,’ she whispered, kissing him deeply.

‘I love you too, Kim,’ he said, and he watched her run away into the night, her bare feet slapping against the concrete. He closed the door and wondered if he would ever see her again.