Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 [Author's note: Warning: This story contains descriptions of rough,
nonconsensual sex between a man and an underage girl.  If such things
offend you please do not proceed.  Thanks!]



   The Lighthouse (story codes: Mg(11), nc, first, oral, anal)



   I slammed on the brakes and threw my truck into reverse, drove backwards
about a hundred feet and quick rolled down the passenger window.

   "Hey!" I yelled over the roar of the storm.  "You alright?"

   I'd barely even recognized the figure by the side of the road as a
human; it was crouched on the ground, completely covered in a big oilskin
raincoat.  In the gathering darkness, it looked like a rock, or maybe even
a discarded bag of garbage.  I'd just noticed a hint of the glimmer of the
oil skin reflecting my headlights and only after I'd driven past did it
dawn on me what exactly it was.

   The person's head lifted and a pair of dark eyes peered up at me.

   "You alright?" I shouted again.

   The mouth moved, but I didn't hear a thing.  The wind was really
starting to kick up, promising to blow into an October blizzard, hitting us
hard and hitting us early.

   I reached over and swung open the passenger door.  "Get in!" I yelled at
the top of my lungs.

   The figure slowly rose, tightening the oilskin coat, and walked to my
truck, swaying against the wind, and climbed in.

   With the door closed, the person finally pulled off the hood of the
oilskin.

   To say I was shocked would be a bit of an overstatement, but surprised,
for sure.  Revealed from underneath the big hood of that big oilskin coat
was the little face of a girl, soft and pale and delicate, with long
straight tangles of dripping wet hair falling around it.

   It took me a moment to gather my wits and think of what to say to her.
"What are you doing out in a storm like this?"

   She glared at me with menacing dark eyes.  No answer.

   OK, obviously the wrong question.  No doubt she has her reasons, who am
I to pry?

   "What's your name?"

   She glared some more.

   "Look, keep your secrets, OK?  But ya gotta tell me your name.  I'm
Bryan," I said.  "Bryan Grossman."

   She glared at me for a little while longer.  As my eyes adjusted to the
dim illumination of the dashboard lights I could start making out a few
details; she looked to be about thirteen, fourteen years old, maybe a bit
younger.  I'm a bad judge of kids' ages, though.  She had a small, skinny
face, with shallow, shadowy cheeks that gave her, at least in these
circumstances--with the storm raging outside and the greenish glow of the
lights from the dashboard reflected on her pale skin--a slightly scary or
ghostly look.  But above the cheeks, just below her eyes, was a smattering
of little freckles, which had the exact opposite effect, making her look
cute and childish.  But then there were her eyes--dark, penetrating,
staring right at me.

   "Jennifer," she said.

   It took my addled brain a moment to figure out that she was answering my
question this time.  Telling me her name.

   "OK.  Jennifer, you need a ride somewhere?"

   She glared again.

   "Not trying to pry, Jennifer, just want to help you out.  You can't be
out on a night like this, it's bad enough now but it's gonna get deadly
soon."

   "I don't need a ride nowhere," she mumbled.

   "Look, Jennifer, I'm busy.  I got to get out to Round Island before this
storm turns into a gale and I haven't got any time to waste, OK?  But I
need to know what I can do to help you."

   "I'll just get out then." She opened the door and swung a leg out into
the storm.  The driving rain was turning to thick snow; this was
threatening to turn terrible, just as the weathermen had predicted.

   I grabbed her arm, up near her shoulder.  "The fuck you will!"

   She looked at my hand on her arm with a nasty snarl, shaking her arm to
get loose.

   "Look, Jennifer, I'm not letting you out into this shit, you'll die. 
This is going to be a fucking hurricane in an hour or two.  I guess I'll
call the police, they can come pick you up." I started fishing around in my
pocket for my cell.

   "Don't call the police," she said quietly.

   "OK then, where should I take you?"

   She looked up at me, big brown penetrating eyes.  I could swear I saw a
couple of tears rolling down her cheeks although it was a little hard to
tell from all the water everywhere.

   "Can I go to the island with you?"

   "That ain't a good idea."

   "I don't have anywhere else to go.  I have money.  You want money?"

   "No, I don't want money.  What, are you crazy?  You can't go out on that
lake with me, that's fucking nuts!"

   OK, those were real tears, definitely.

   "Hey," I said, putting my hand on her knee, "it'll be OK, OK? 
Everything'll be fine.  I gotta get out to Round Island to fix the light,
and I'll probably be stuck out there until this storm blows over.  Just
getting to the island is going to be dangerous, staying out there is
probably even worse.  I definitely don't want you out there in this shit."

   "Please?" I swear she was starting to sob.

   "Alright, look, OK, you can come out there with me but tomorrow we come
right back here and we figure out what to do with you, and if nothing else
we call the police and let them sort it out, OK?"

   "You can't call..." she paused, apparently contemplating her options. 
"OK."

   I parked the truck and hauled the cooler out to the motorboat, Jennifer
following behind me shrouded from the wind and rain and snow in her
oilskin. I stuffed the cooler down in the boat's hold, and indicated to
Jennifer that she ought to climb down there as well, and then I untied the
boat and took off into the storm.

   On a good day it's a half-hour to Round Island from Mackinaw City, and
this wasn't a good day at all and it took me at least an hour to get there,
and the storm was starting to get really nasty now.  But I managed to land
the boat and unload the girl and the cooler and tie the boat up good and
firm.  Then she and I trudged our way up to the old rundown keepers' house
that will be our humble abode for at least the rest of the night.

   "I'll get a fire going for you, but then I gotta go figure out what's
wrong with the light.  Once I get that going I'll get us some dinner, OK?"

   The girl nodded, looking a bit bewildered.

   "It'd be good to get your wet clothes off before you catch a cold, but I
doubt there's any spare clothes in this dump.  I guess the best I got is a
musty old blanket." Having got the fire going, I tossed her a blanket and
started out the door.  "Hang in there, I'll be back as soon as I can."

   I had a feeling I knew what was wrong with the light; the power was down
all along the shore and an old diesel generator was supposed to kick in
when the power went out, but the park rangers always forget to check on it
and the squirrels love to chew through the wires.  Sure enough, the
generator was chugging away just like it's supposed to but it wasn't
powering the light because one of the wires was in shreds.

   It was an easy fix, a bit of twisting and some black tape and the light
was back on.  I was damn glad to have it working again; any boats out on
Huron or Michigan tonight are in some serious fucking trouble and they need
all the help they can get.

   Buoyed by my quick success, I briefly considered trying to get back to
the mainland before bedtime, but it was already late and I had the kid with
me now so I decided that it was best to play it safe and I made my way back
against the howling wind to the keeper's house.

   Jennifer was sitting on the couch--about the only decent piece of
furniture in the place--in front of the fire, wrapped in the old wool
blanket.  Judging from the amount of clothing hanging to dry around the
fire I figured she didn't have much on under that blanket.

   And that thought caused an interesting reaction.  Up until that point, I
hadn't thought much about the fact that Jennifer was a girl of the female
persuasion.  She was just a kid, a runaway kid, and I was a state employee
with a job to do and a super nasty night to do it on.  But now...

   I'm not sure if you'd really think of the girl as good looking.  She was
too young to merit that label, for one thing, and too skinny, too.  But if
you're into girls of a certain physique, and of a certain age--if you like
'em young and skinny as a rail--you'd probably rate her as a prime
specimen. Regardless, like pretty much any guy, I ain't picky, and I
couldn't help looking at Jennifer in a new way right then.

   I think the girl knew it, too.  But more interesting was that it didn't
seem to faze her much at all.  She just smiled at me and said, "Light
fixed?"

   "Yeah, stupid squirrels chewed through the wire.  You hungry?  I'll get
some sandwiches."

   She was definitely hungry, she plowed through a couple of sandwiches in
less than a minute.

   After dinner I stoked the fire up good, it was damn cold in that old
house and it wasn't going to get any better; other than the fire, there's
no heat in this dump; the boiler conked out decades ago and there's no
money nor reason to fix it.  Then I grabbed the one thing that all us
keepers always made sure was well-stocked in this place: brandy.

   I sat down on the other end of the couch and poured myself nice tall
glass.  I peeled my soaking wet socks off of my cold feet and hung them
over the fireplace screen and stretched my legs, tipping back the brandy.

   "What's that?" Jennifer nodded at my glass.

   "Brandy."

   "Is it good?"

   "Keeps me warm."

   "I'm cold."

   "I can get you a little glass if you want."

   "OK."

   I got another glass and poured the girl a finger of brandy and she drank
it down in one gulp.  She coughed and wheezed, then raised her eyebrows and
shook her head; but then she reached the glass in my direction.

   "You want some more?"

   "Yes, please."

   As the girl drank down her second glass and the wind rattled the loose
clapboards on this weary old house, and as my head danced light from the
drink, I started getting some decidedly naughty thoughts.  I pictured her
in my mind, laying there dead drunk while I use each one of her holes as
many times as I want.

   When she reached her glass out for another refill, this one was three
fingers rather than one.

   "So Jennifer..."

   "Jenny," she said.

   "Jenny, how old are you."

   "Eleven."

   Damn, even younger than I thought.  Like I said, I'm a bad judge of age.
"So, is that sixth grade?"

   "Yeah."

   "Where you from?"

   "My ma lives in Chicago."

   "Chicago?  What the fuck are you doing all the way up here?"

   "My sister and her boyfriend are spending the weekend in Cheboygan, and
I came with them."

   "Yeah?  Why aren't you with them now?"

   "Long story."

   "I got time."

   I filled both our brandy glasses again.  Hers wasn't empty but it's been
my experience that if you keep the ladies' glasses full, they're less
likely to notice how much they've been drinking.

   "What about you?" she said.  "Are you married?"

   "My wife left me a couple years ago."

   She raised her eyebrows and took a big drink of brandy.  "Why?"

   "'Cause she's a bitch."

   "Did you cheat on her?"

   "No!  You're getting a little personal, aren't you?  Beside, you were
gonna tell me why you aren't at Cheboygan with your sister anymore."

   "No I wasn't."

   The wind was howling hard outside now.  The old window panes were
rattling and a cold wintry breeze blew through the room.

   "It's cold in this goddamn house," I said.  "I gotta go find another
blanket."

   Jennifer lifted the side of the blanket she was sitting under.  "Here,"
she said, "we can share."

   "You sure?"

   She nodded and smiled at me.

   I climbed underneath the blanket.  My hand brushed up against a lot of
bare skin as I settled in.

   "So why did your wife leave you?"

   "Why you aren't at Cheboygan with your sister?"

   She giggled and drank some more brandy, then looked at the fire through
the amber liquid.  "My head's getting sorta light.  Is this stuff gonna
make me drunk?"

   "Maybe." I poured some more in her glass and she giggled.

   "OK," she said, "You really want to know?  Turns out my sister's a
prostitute."

   I was a bit stunned by that and sort of sat back.  "Huh?"

   The girl giggled again.  "Yeah.  I guess her boyfriend's really her,
what do you call it..."

   "Her pimp?"

   "Yeah, her pimp.  So she was doing her thing, like in the next room
over. And then her boyfriend, he's like telling me that he's gonna pimp me
out, too, that's why they brought me along.  I'd make tons of money, he
said.  He'd be nice and share it with me.  So I just grabbed my shit and
got out of there.  He tried to stop me but I started screaming so he just
let me go."

   We both just sat quiet for a little while, staring at the fire and
listening to the wind outside.

   "So," I said, finally breaking the silence.  "You need a ride back to
Chicago?"

   "I got money," she said, "I'll take the bus."

   "Bullshit.  I'll drive you.  It'll be fun, like a road trip."

   She smiled at me.  "So, your turn.  Why'd your wife leave you?"

   "It's pretty boring compared to your story.  She hooked up with some
rich guy from New York and he took her to live with him in his big
Manhattan apartment and be his mistress."

   "Shit, that sucks."

   "I'm over it.  Can't let other people get the better of you, you know?"

   "That's good," she said.  "You got a girlfriend then?"

   "Well, there aren't a lot of eligible ladies my age in Mackinaw City."

   "Come on," she said.  "You're hot, ladies must want you!"

   I laughed.  "You're nice, Jenny, but you're full of shit!"

   She giggled and drank some more brandy.  "No I'm serious!  You must be
the most eligible bachelor in Mackinaw City!"

   "Well, maybe, but that ain't saying much."

   She smiled at me and settled into the couch some and her eyes started
narrowing.  The wind and rain and snow ripped through the night outside,
but the fire was getting hot now and it was starting to get cozy in our
little room.

   "You getting sleepy?" I asked her.

   "Nah I'm OK."

   "You should get up for a sec, this couch converts into a bed.  You'll be
more comfy with it down.  I'll sleep on the floor."

   She stood up, keeping the old blanket wrapped around her, but it fell
off her shoulders and revealed a little bra, sweet and tiny and girlish.

   "Why the floor?"

   I looked the girl over as I pushed the couch back a bit and pulled out
the hide-a-bed.  "I'm worried that if I sleep in the same bed with you..."
My voice trailed off, not willing to say what I was worried I'd do.

   She smiled as she settled down onto the bed.  "It's OK," she said so
quietly I could barely hear her over the storm outside.  At least I think
that's what she said.

   Up until then, my only thoughts about the girl had been in the realm of
fantasy.  Get her drunk and fuck her?  Yeah, sure, but I'm just not that
kind of guy.  I'm an asshole in a whole lot of ways but I'm not that much
of an asshole.

   But now?  Well, she seemed to have given me permission, at least I could
reasonably interpret it that way, right?  Just looking at the pretty little
thing laying there, her soft pale freckled face, her dark eyes, her
straight black hair, looking up at me with a silly little smile and
heavy-lidded eyes, I could feel my member swell.

   OK, what the fuck, I haven't had any pussy in a long fucking time.  I
deserve some, right?

   But she's only a child.

   She wearing a bra, right ?  That means like she's got tits, I'm sure
she's got hair, too.  That means she's a woman.

   But she's so sweet, so vulnerable!

   That'll just make it all the more fun.

   But we'll hurt her.

   Bullshit.  Women are made for fucking.  She'll get over it.

   I suppose that's true...

   The little devil on my shoulder--the one with the little hard-on--having
won the argument, I dropped my drawers and I was naked in about a half a
second.  I climbed under the blanket with her.

   Her eyes were almost completely shut now, just glassy little slits.  I
took her arm by the wrist and guided her hand down to my cock.  When her
fingers made contact, her eyes went wide and she pulled her hand away.

   "I...  I..." she stammered.

   I put my finger against her mouth.  "Shh," I said.  Then I took her hand
and pulled it down to my cock again.

   Her eyes narrowed to little slits and she left her hand there this time,
cool fingers doing nothing but gripping tight.  Then I pushed my hand down
her panties.

   "Wait," she said, trying to reach down to my wrist with her free hand,
"I don..."

   I grabbed her hand and pulled it away.  "Shhh!" I said.

   I dug into her panties a bit, feeling soft curls of hair, and down
further to warm, sticky lips.  And then down came the girl's panties and I
climbed on top of her, spreading her legs open with my knees.

   "I really don't...!"

   I put my hand over her mouth.  "Quiet, now.  It'll be OK."

   She was looking up at my face with those big brown penetrating eyes. 
She nodded, apparently finally resigned to her fate.

   I took my hand away from her mouth and lifted it up to my mouth.  I
licked my fingers, reached down and rubbed them over her hot little pussy
lips, then gripped my cock and positioned my head at her opening.  I rubbed
my cockhead into her lips, feeling their slick flaps of skin wrap around my
head, and then in one quick motion I shoved my hips toward her, holding my
cock tight as my head burrowed into her tiny little hole and tore open her
hymen.

   She arched her back, her head rolling up so that her chin was lifted and
her neck exposed and she let out a painful moan, "Uggghhhaaahhhh!" as my
cockhead passed through the shards of her virginity and into her little
eleven year old virgin fuckhole.

   The sound of her moan, and of the gasping sob that followed it, sent a
surge of adrenaline through my body, and like some crazed rapist I pulled
back and shoved my hips in hard again, my shaft half-way in the little girl
now, my big fat head burrowing into her tight hot little hole, forcing her
open.

   Another moan, another gasping sob; the storm was raging outside now and
I heard a huge wave crash against the barrier wall right as another surge
of adrenaline crashed through my body and I pulled back and slammed in, all
the way this time, my head shoving hard into the back of her vagina.  She
arched her back even further and wailed.

   Having conquered the little girl now, my adrenaline surge lessened and I
settled down to a steady rhythm.  The girl, too, seemed to have calmed
after the initial assault; she wiped the tears from her cheeks and even
looked up at me.  I pulled her bra off of her, over her head, exposing her
tiny budding breasts, not so much because I cared at that moment to see
them or touch them, but simply wanting to make sure she understood that her
whole body was mine now, every inch of it.  Her little preteen tits belong
to me.

   The snowstorm pelted the windows of the old keeper's house but the wind
was blowing a little less now, and Jenny and I rocked together, an
experienced man setting a steady pace, taking his sweet time, and a virgin
girl laying with her legs splayed wide, learning for the first time what it
was like to have a man inside her, to enjoy the sweet agony of being forced
open, stretched and spread and strained, and to feel his fullness and
hardness deep in her body.

   I don't know how long it lasted, but it was a very long time, at least
from the perspective of a young virgin enduring her first assault.  But as
the windows rattled and the waves crashed, I eventually came, firing sperm
into her little body, and she had no choice but to take it all, completely
overpowered by the large man laying on top of her.

   Afterwards we lay together, holding each other for a while, listening to
the hissing of the wood in the fire and of the sleet hitting the old roof
of the house.  I poured us more brandy and she giggled as she drank hers
down.

   "I'm drunk," she said with a big silly smile.  Then she lay her head on
my shoulder and five seconds later she was out.

   I lay with her for a while, watching as the fire started dying, and then
got up and put on some more wood.  When I returned, Jenny had rolled over
onto her stomach, one leg out of the blanket up to her buttocks.  I took a
couch cushion and, lifting her lithe little body around the waist, slid the
cushion under her torso so that her ass was up in the air.  The girl did
not so much as flinch; just lay completely docile like a rag doll.  I
climbed up behind her, grasping my once-again engorged cock in my hand, and
pushed it into her little eleven year old pussy a second time.

   She was rather dry, which contributed to the tightness of her childish
sex, and I forced my way in and fucked her hard; rough and merciless.  She
let out a few grunting breaths as I raped her but otherwise she made no
outward signs of consciousness at all.

   After a couple minutes of furious sex, the little girl-pussy was flowing
freely, once again hot and sopping wet, happy to have a cock inside her
again and doing her best to make sure that he was at least as happy as she
was; at this point I pulled out, satisfied that my cock was lubricated
enough for what I had in mind next.

   Gripping my cock again, I used my other hand to spread her ass cheeks
open, exposing her little pink anus, puckered, tight and tiny.  I
positioned my cockhead above the little hole and pushed in, nice and hard.

   The girl grunted as my thick head stretched her anus open.  Her face was
to the side and her eyes suddenly went wide open and she looked back at me.
I pulled back, all the way out, then pushed in again, my thick head forced
her open a second time, her tight little anus clamping down painfully
around me.  Her eyes rolled up until only the whites were showing, and
whatever consciousness she had achieved as a result of the pain of her
first experience with anal sex was gone.

   And so I violated her anus, as the storm continued to rage outside, as
the little girl lay underneath me occasionally becoming semiconscious and
grunting painfully and looking back at me, then lapsing back into
unconsciousness again.  I raped her ass for several minutes until I finally
felt the need to orgasm boiling up inside me and I pulled out.

   I turned the poor girl over onto her back and climbed up, kneeling above
her face, and stuffed my cockhead in her mouth.  Her eyes opened again,
looking up at me, dim and foggy, and I jacked myself with my head in her
mouth.  It only took a couple of strokes and I exploded, unleashing pump
after pump of come into the young girl's mouth.  Her eyes were closed when
I came, but she swallowed, coughing and gurgling, come dripping down her
cheek.



   Jenny sat up, hugging the blanket around her still-naked little body,
and drank down the horrible coffee in huge gulps.  It seemed to perk her up
a bit; before that she was looking pretty bad.

   "So, we should be able to get back to land this morning," I said, "and
then we can drive to Chicago, OK?"

   She gazed into the fire that I'd just resuscitated.  "OK."

   "I don't really have anything for breakfast here, but we can stop
somewhere on the mainland for a bite."

   She smiled, looking at me.  "Thanks."

   "Sure.  For what?"

   "For being nice to me."

   I felt a little guilty, hearing the girl say that.

   "Do you have any money?" she asked.

   "Sure.  How much do you need?"

   "Like two hundred."

   I'm sure my jaw dropped.  "Two hundred!?"

   "The thing is, I owe my mom a bunch of money and she won't let me come
home unless I pay her."

   I kind of cleared my throat, not sure what to say.

   "Please?" She let the blanket slip off her shoulders.  "You know what
you did to me last night?  You can do that again, right now, if you want."

   "For two hundred dollars?"

   "I'm not a prostitute." She looked down at the floor.  "I just need the
money."

   "I know you're not a prostitute."

   "You can...  you can do anything you want.  You can take pictures if you
want."

   She let the blanket fall, exposing her little breasts.  It was the first
time I'd had a good chance to look at them; they were so very tiny, little
more that light-pink nipples rising off her chest.

   I leaned back on the back legs of the folding chair I was sitting on and
took a big swig of the terrible coffee.  I knew something was up here.  The
girl couldn't possibly owe her mom two hundred dollars, could she?  I was
pretty sure she planned to run away, to keep on running, and that was why
she needed the money.

   I pondered my options.  I could just take her home to her mom in
Chicago, ruining her chance to run away.  Or, I could call the cops, turn
the little runaway in.  Neither of those were great options because she
holds the trump card: if she ratted on me, I'd wind up in prison.  And
besides, neither of these options led to me getting some more eleven year
old pussy, which was an important factor in the decision as well, I imagine
you can appreciate.

   So I decided I'd help her out as much as I could and get pussy in the
bargain as well.

   "Tell you what, Jenny.  Let's make a deal.  I'll give you five hundred
bucks."

   Her face lit up with a smile.  "Five hundred?!"

   "Yeah, but I get you all day today, we'll drive to Chicago this morning
and rent a hotel and I get you all I want all day and all night and then
tomorrow I take you to your mom's."

   She nodded, smiling.

   "And like you said, I get to do anything I want."

   "Anything!  Even pictures!"



   Little eleven year old Jennifer sat on the hotel room couch, naked, her
legs up and open with her feet on the coffee table.  Her hands were between
her legs, fingers spreading open her labia.

   "Like this?" she asked.  Her face was bright red.

   I took picture after picture after picture.  A dozen pictures of the
girl sitting there spreading her pussy open, and then close-ups of her
bright-red face, of her little budding breasts, of her pink pussy spread
open by her fingers.

   I put the camera on its little tripod and started recording a video.  I
walked over to her, her face and my solid cock the only things visible in
the video frame.

   "You ever give a blow job before, Jenny?" She was looking up at me, big
dark beautiful eyes.  She shook her head.

   "You know what to do?"

   "Uh, just, like, put it in my mouth?"

   "Well, that's a start."

   The girl looked down at my cock, focusing her eyes on my head, then
lifted her index finger up and placed it underneath my shaft, leaned down,
and opened her mouth wide.

   It really is a fantastic video, I have to tell you, the best blow job
video I've ever seen.  I've watched it a million times.  The girl had
absolutely no idea what she was doing and at first I gave her no coaching
whatsoever; j just stood there in front of her and let her experiment, let
her try to figure out what she was supposed to do.

   The first thirty seconds of the video is her just sitting there with her
mouth open as wide as you could believe and my cock filling it completely.
And she was just sitting there, mouth full of cock, staring up at me,
wanting me to tell her what to do next.  But I said nothing.

   Eventually she started bobbing her head a little, letting my cock slide
over her slippery tongue, sucking as it goes in, letting up as it moves
out.

   "That's it," I said to her.  Then, after she'd sucked for another twenty
seconds, "You're a little cock sucker, aren't you?"

   She nodded, my cock bouncing up and down.

   "Tell me," I said.

   She pulled off my head.  "I'm a little cock sucker," she said, still
staring up at me.

   "Say it when my cock is in your mouth."

   She opened wide, sucked me in, "I a 'idddle 'ock 'uger," she said.

   "That's good.  I want you to talk when my cock is in your mouth."

   She nodded again.  "O'ay."

   "You like my cock?"

   Nodding again, still staring up at me.  "Uh uh."

   "What do you like about it?"

   "I' 'ig."

   "Did you like getting fucked by it?"

   "Uh uh."

   "You want to get fucked again?"

   "Uh uh."

   "Do you like getting come in your mouth?"

   "I 'on' 'oh."

   "You'll find out if you like it pretty soon."

   She nodded again.

   I pulled my head out of her mouth and lifted my shaft, my balls hanging
in her face.

   "You like my balls?"

   Her eyes focused on my sack.

   "Uh huh," she said.  "They're big."

   "Get down underneath them and kiss them.  I want 'em soaking wet!"

   The girl planted big slopping wet kisses all over my nutsack.  I was
jacking off hard while she did her work, and pretty soon I was on the
brink.

   "OK, that's enough," I said, and she sat back up.  I was aiming my cock
right at her mouth as I jacked off.  "Look up at me now, Jenny, and tell me
you want me to come in your mouth."

   She bit her lip and looked up at me, clearly hesitating.  But then she
said, a little haltingly, "I want you to come in my mouth."

   With that I stuffed my head in and my orgasm started.  "Take it, slut!"
I shouted as I came, an electrifying blast of sexual energy hitting hard in
the back of her mouth, and I grabbed her head with both hands.  Her head
shook with shock, and her eyes went wide, but I held her in place and fired
another shot, and another, and another.

   She had an unhappy grimace on her face when I pulled out, but I put my
hand on the bottom of her chin.  "Swallow now, Jenny," I said.  And her
face contorted, eyes squinting shut, but she managed to swallow it down. 
She started hacking, like she was going to throw up.  She stood up and ran
to the hotel bathroom and I grabbed the camera and followed her.  She
leaned over the sink and and I filmed her as she retched two or three
times, then rinsed her mouth out.  Finally she stood up and smiled
sheepishly at me.  "Sorry," she said.



   After the video, I took her shopping.  I knew she was planning to run
away and I wasn't in a position to judge or second guess that decision--in
fact, assuming anything she's told me is true, then it's probably the best
decision she can make.  I figured the best I could do for her was to to
make sure she had what she needed for her adventure.  So I got her a good
winter coat, a nice big backpack, clothes, feminine products, and most
important of all, a toothbrush and some toothpaste.  I also bought some
Vaseline for use a bit later in the evening.  Afterwards, I took her out
for a beautiful dinner like only the big city can provide.

   And then, I was on top of her, sliding my big fat cock in and out of her
immature pussy.  She was smothered underneath me, barely able to breathe,
but I didn't care.  The only sounds coming from her body was a steady
grunt, each time I pushed in, and the sloppy sound of cunt, wet and getting
wetter.  I took my time, a nice steady pace, ten minutes at least, and the
girl had no choice but to just lay there and take it.

   Her pussy was tight and tiny, and her lips were hot and sticky, sliding
up and down my cock as they made their sweet love to me.

   I was holding her down now, both hands hard against her face, holding
myself up and the weight of my body pushing her down into the bed.  I was
slamming in and out of her now, fast, hard, brutal.  "Oh you little slut,"
I said quietly.  She couldn't see me, my hands were covering her eyes as I
pushed her down.  "Oh you fucking little slut, you are going to be so full
of come!"

   I pounded the little girl, pounded and pounded her.  "I'm gonna make a
baby in you!  Oh my god!" I pushed down on her face even harder, lifted my
head in the air, and bellowed as a huge shot of come fired out of me and
into her poor, abused vagina.  I bellowed again as I pumped another shot
into her.  "Oh, yeah, you're gonna have my baby!" I shouted as I pumped a
third shot into her.

   When I'd finished, she looked up at me with a frightened expression.  I
don't think she had expected something like that when she agreed to my five
hundred dollar proposal.  But as you can probably imagine, her nightmare
had just began.  I was planning to get my money's worth from her.

   The first thing on the agenda after sex was more pictures.  I needed
some pictures of the young girl after she'd been ravaged.  They were good
pictures, she looked used and bedraggled, tired and scared.  Then I led her
into the bathroom where we showered together and I touched her all over,
fondling her baby breasts, pinching and pulling on the little nipples.  And
I cleaned her carefully, running soap all over her.

   Then I had her get down on her knees in front of me and suck me some
more.  Once her sweet little mouth had gotten me nice and hard, I led her
out to the main room and propped some pillows on the bed and had her lay on
them, stomach down.  I spread some Vaseline around her anus, gradually
pushing my finger in and massaging her.

   As I worked on her ass, she turned her head and looked up at me with
wide, dark, frightened eyes.

   "Are you going to have anal sex with me?"

   I pushed my finger into her warm asshole.  "I am."

   She closed here eyes tight and took a deep, trembling breath.  "Will it
hurt?"

   "It feels good."

   Her dark eyes were shining with wetness as she looked up at me.  "I'm
scared," she said.

   I climbed up onto the bed, kneeling between her legs, and spread
Vaseline on my cockhead.  Then I directed it down to her anus.  She closed
her eyes tight.

   I pushed in, nice and hard.  Her mouth went open and her eyes clenched
shut and she let out a painful grunt as her anus reluctantly stretched
around my hard cock.

   "Oh, yeah!" I said aloud as my head burrowed into the warmth of her
rectum.  "Look up at me," I ordered her.

   She opened her eyes and looked at me.  I picked up the camera from the
bedside table and started recoding a video.  "Tell me that you like being
fucked in the ass."

   She just looked at me with her lips pursed and didn't say a word.

   "Tell me, bitch!" I said, pulling my cock back and shoving it in again,
and at the same time slapping her ass hard with my hand.

   "I like getting fucked in the ass," she said.

   "There you go, bitch!"

   And then I lay down on her and fucked her ass for a very long time,
feeling that unbelievable tight anus slide so reluctantly up and down my
cock.

   With my orgasm at the boiling point I pulled out, rolled her over on her
back, grabbed the camera, and filmed as I jacked the last couple of strokes
and then came with ferocity on Jenny's pretty little eleven year old face,
thick, hot ropes of come.



   Jenny and I both knew it wasn't really her mother's house that I dropped
her off at the next morning.  But we both played along with the charade,
and she gave me a little peck in the cheek and said "thanks," and then
walked around the back of the south-side brownstone, five hundred dollars
richer and a whole hell of a lot wiser about the adult ways of the world.

   I was surprised at how heavy my heart was as I pulled away from that
brownstone.  I really wished I could do something more for the girl, but I
figured anything I did would result in her being forced to go back home,
which was probably already bad and would get even worse.  I just wasn't
going to do that.  So it was with not exactly a clear conscience, but
something reasonably close to it, that I headed back onto the freeway to
head home.



   [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please consider
leaving a comment at my erotic fiction web site,
/~Chris_Hailey.  Thanks!]