TITLE: Room Service
AUTHOR: Fygero
CATEGORIES: M/g(12), 1st, Lolita, Creampie, Womb Fuck
WORDS: 8571 words

WARNING: This story contains explicit sex scenes with a minor.  If this
is likely to offend you, please close this file of click BACK on your
browser now.

SYNOPSIS: Pete is at his favorite hotel - The Metropol - where the
devious hotelier offers illicit sexual services in a hidden area of the
electronic room service menu.  But today there's a new item on the menu,
one Pete has never seen before: "Loli".
What does that mean?  A forty-something dirty blonde hooker in a school
uniform?  Or something else?  Something better.  Someone better.  Younger,
riper, and much, much sweeter.

When Lucy arrives, she is beyond Pete's wildest pedo fantasies, twelve
years old with puberty just beginning to flower on her young, virgin body.
Sweetest of all, she is totally innocent with no idea what she has been
offered for, and Pete must find the right way to encourage her without
frightening her.

Perhaps they could make a game of it.  Lucy loves games.

DISCLAIMER: The characters and events depicted in this work are
fictional; and resemblance to actual people or events is entirely
coincidental.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fantasy.  Although many men may think
and act like the character Pete, young girls do not think and act like
Lucy. Her highly biddable and sexual nature is a fantasy that does not
exist; in fact, it would be dangerous to believe that it does.  If you
enjoy this type of fantasy, I encourage you to read the story, it is very
erotic, very graphic in its detail, and very enjoyable.

However, if you have trouble distinguishing between the fantasy of Lucy
and the reality of real girls then you need help, because if you ever act
on those fantasies then you're going to fuck up a young person's life.


ROOM SERVICE
by Fygero

   Pete relaxed back on the bed and picked up the universal remote control.
Switching on the television mounted on the wall, instantly he felt his
heartbeat kick up a notch with anticipation.  Part of it was just the
excitement of hiring a prostitute, but that didn't completely explain it.
Pete was no stranger to ordering escorts in his hometown; it was the way he
could order them at the Hotel Metropol that got his motor running.

   If he was being truthful, the in-house Room Service was the only reason
he came to The Metropol; it certainly wasn't for the price (expensive) or
for the service (snooty).  But the digital Room Service menu was a delight
of fantastic misdirection; it's true nature hidden behind layers of clever
innuendo, understood only by the initiated.  The initiated, like Pete.

   He navigated the digital menu with practiced ease: Room Service, Hot and
Cold Beverages, Alcohol, Cocktails.  The list of cocktails was impressively
long, including all of the standards, like Martini, Black Russian, five
flavors of Daiquiri, and Bloody Mary to name a few.  Towards the bottom
came the lewd sounding ones, like an Orgasm, and Sex On The Beach.  And
then third from the bottom, there it was: The Metropol Screw.  It's still
there!

   The Metropol Screw was greyed out.  Pete clicked it anyway, just to
satisfy his curiosity, but of course, he couldn't select it.  He scrolled
back up to the top and clicked on the checkbox above the cocktail list, the
one that selects everything in the list.  When he first found it, he
thought it was a lazy programmer who just didn't switch off the select-all
feature.  Who would want to buy five hundred dollars' worth of cocktails,
anyway?  (Answer: not Pete) He scrolled back through the list, deselecting
every cocktail as he went ... except for the greyed out Metropol Screw -
total price: zero dollars.

   Pete hit the Checkout key with a wicked grin.  The way they hid the
Metropol Screw in plain sight was genius, but the next bit was the thing
that excited Pete.  There's something primal about ordering a woman based
on what sex acts she is prepared to perform.  It's not very PC, Pete
reflected, but fuck if it didn't make him hard.

   At the checkout menu, his order was listed:

   1x Metropol Screw - $0

   And then below that, two buttons: Buy, and Extras.  That Extras button
didn't appear unless you ordered a Metropol Screw, Pete had checked.

   He clicked Extras.  There was one optional extra: Waitress Service. 
Pete clicked.  His finger was shaking.

   This is where the menu stopped making sense.  It still didn't come
straight out and say you were ordering a prostitute, but it was only thinly
veiled.

   The first selection was dress size, with international sizing including
UK, Europe, US, and Asia.  When he first found this, Pete was delighted to
select a `waitress' based on her dress size.  It was only after his third
visit that he realized it wasn't just the size, he was selecting her
nationality as well.  Okay, not quite her nationality, but a rough choice
between Anglo, Latino, African-American, or Asian.

   Pete was partial to a petite type of lady with a tight snatch, so he
chose the smallest Asian size.

   The other selection was easier to work out.  It was Language, with
checkboxes for French (that meant oral), Greek (anal), Italian (Pete had
originally thought it was 69, but to his great shock, it turned out to be
armpit sex), Dutch (straight sex), and German (bondage).

   Pete was in a feisty mood, so he checked Dutch and German, already
imagining his tiny Asian dominatrix tying him up and going cowgirl on him,
her little titties bouncing while she rode his thick cock, squealing as he
pumped her full of cum.

   He almost clicked on the final checkout - almost - when he spotted a new
option.  It was greyed out, and he almost missed it.

   `Loli'.

   Loli?  What the fuck?  As in Lolita?  As in sexy, young girls?  It can't
be, that's a fast route to jail time.  In a bolt of inspiration, Pete made
the connection: Lolicon!  Those cosplay chicks; they're legal age, but they
dress up as young teen cartoon characters.  It was some Japanese thing. 
Pete got even harder just thinking about his petite little Asian beauty,
dressed as an Anime girl in bobby socks and a school uniform, or maybe
Super-Girl.  The mind boggled.

   But the fucking option was greyed out.  Fuck it!  Remembering how he
came across this whole sub-menu in the first place, Pete unchecked all of
his earlier selections (bye-bye bondage, bye-bye Asian cutie) and scrolled
back down.

   His heart skipped a beat.  Loli was available.

   But not for long, by the looks!  There was a timer next to the
selection, counting down with less than three minutes remaining.  Pete
clicked on Loli, for a moment certain that it wouldn't select, relieved
beyond measure when it did.

   But the time kept counting down.

   What does that mean?  What happens when it gets to zero?  Pete thought
about it.  There was really only one thing that could happen, only one
thing that made sense: his little Loli girl would disappear.  In three ...
no, two and a half minutes!  Shit!

   He scrolled back up to the other options.  If he was getting a tight
little Loli girl to fuck, he wasn't going with the bondage.  A little Asian
cutie, yes, but options-wise, she wouldn't be tying him up.  Pete wanted
the works: he wanted to suck and fuck her perky little titties, he wanted
to lick her smooth, young pussy lips, and then he wanted to fill her tiny
fuck-hole with cum.  God, I'm going to have a fucking heart failure before
she gets here!

   But now the other options were greyed out.  Not just the Language, but
Dress Size as well.  When Loli was checked, it was the only option
available on the screen.  In one way, that made sense; if they only had one
Loli prostitute, then you couldn't select her nationality or size.  But the
other options, what did they mean by greying them out?

   One and a half minutes.

   Even Dutch was unavailable; that meant no straight sex.  No oral, no
anal, no nothing.  What did that leave?  Stripping?  A hand job?  Maybe
kissing?

   Was it worth it?  Loli girl: sounds fun.  Not being able to fuck Loli
girl: sounds shit.

   What to do.  What to do.

   Fifty seconds.

   Fuck!  What's the worst that could happen?  She gets me all hot and then
fucks off.  So I order another one - a proper one - easy!  Hang the fucking
expense.

   Twenty seconds.

   Pete scrolled back down to the checkout, clicked Room Charge, and then
held his breath for an interminable ten seconds while the transaction hung
there, `Verifying...'

   Accepted.

   Pete breathed again.  Oh thank God.  His cock ached, already.

   * * * *

   Fifteen minutes later, there was a tentative knock at the door.  Pete
jerked with surprise and spilled a quarter of his vodka and orange (some
working girls will kiss, but not if you smell like beer).  He had been deep
in introspection, regretting his decision more with every minute that
passed.  He had almost convinced himself that he would open the door to
some stunted, forty year old, dirty blonde hooker in a school uniform, with
a whiskey-and-cigarettes voice and a twisted-mango snatch.

   Loli girl.

   His imagination was back on song.  His dick had gone soft, but his heart
picked up again thinking about the sweet little cosplay girl who might be
waiting on the other side of his door.  What would she be wearing?  Anime.
Anime for sure.  Push up lace bra, white, open-neck blouse, and a little
pleated skirt with bobby socks and stiletto heels.  Oh, fuck yeah, and her
hair in pigtails.  Fucking pigtails!

   The twisted mango nightmares of his imagination were gone, and all he
could think about was tight little Loli pussy, wet and pink, and slightly
open, just like in the Lolicon comics.

   Fuck, settle down, Pete.  You don't even know what she'll let you do. 
Don't get your hopes up.

   Another knock at the door; a triple-tap, more confident this time.

   "I'm coming," he called, wiping the orange juice off his hand and onto
the sofa upholstery.

   Pete walked to the door, and his inner voice insisted upon running a
countdown.  Ten seconds to Loli girl.  Seven ... six ... five.  Jesus fuck,
I'm so hyped!  Two ... one ...

   Pete opened the door.

   Oh, sweet Lord.

   "Hi, I'm Lucy.  Are you Peter?"

   Oh, sweet fucking Lord.

   She stood there, looking at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.

   She was exquisite.  Not short at all, maybe five-five or five-six, but
Pete was only five foot nine.  She was wearing pink, translucent plastic
dress-up heels, a thin little wisp of wrap skirt that might aspire to be a
drying up cloth when it grew up, and a tiny tee-shirt with short sleeves
that just rounded over her shoulders and didn't quite cover her navel.  She
clearly wore no bra, because the tee-shirt - three sizes too small with a
picture of Pooh's friend Tigger on the front - perfectly outlined two of
the sweetest little teacup-shaped breasts, with peaked nipples that molded
lovingly into the stretched fabric.

   Oh, sweet merciful fucking Lord.

   "Pete," he croaked.  "Just Pete."

   "Oh, thank goodness for that," she smiled expressively, showing cute
dimples in her cheeks and silver braces on her teeth.  "I thought I was in
the wrong place." She rolled her eyes melodramatically, stepping into the
room past Pete.  "How embarrassing would that be?"

   "I'm sorry," he stammered, staring openly at her perky ass as she
tottered past on her dress-up heels.  "What did you say your name was?"

   "Lucy," said Lucy.  "Lucinda if you ask Mom, but if you call me that
then I'm walking out." She giggled and flashed her green eyes fetchingly to
show she was joking.

   Notwithstanding her height and her delightfully work-in-progress
breasts, everything else about Lucy just screamed young teen.  Her arms and
legs were long and smooth, just at that gawky growth spurt stage before
they begin to take a more womanly shape.  As lean as a cover girl through
the torso, her hips and waist were almost flat, with just a hint of a
gentle curve starting to take form.

   Her face still had the youthful freshness of childhood, with a spray of
the cutest freckles over her nose, and her hair - an auburn cascade, the
color of fall - was swept over her head into a side pony-tail, which was
held in place by a white, satin bow.

   Pete's eyes drifted back down to her teacup breasts.  Tigger had his
tail coiled into a spring, and the caption over his head read
`bouncy-trouncy-flouncy-pouncy', and underneath, `fun-fun-fun-fun-fun.'
They we so small and firm.  Pete thought the top caption was optimistic -
probably the most Lucy's breasts could hope for was a delicious wobble -
but the bottom caption sounded like a gilt edged guaran-fucking-tee.

   Pete could hardly breathe.  Makeup wasn't this good; how did they ever
find a prostitute who looked this young?  The freckles and braces and side
ponytail might shave off a couple of years, but even so, the result was
simply stunning.  Even if she was made up to look older, Pete wouldn't put
her any older than fourteen.  Maybe not even that.

   "Are you ..." he couldn't help himself, his shock at opening the door to
a walking, talking, Loli wet dream was just too great.  "Are you ...
legal?" he gulped.

   "I know, right?" Lucy gave him a smile full of flashing braces. 
"Everybody says the same thing.  Because of my height, I think."

   Oh no, sweetie, it's not your height.

   Lucy moved to the sofa and sat down, and Pete's breath caught again as
she flashed glimpses under her tiny skirt of purple bikini-style panties,
covered in a mosaic of tiny, pink love hearts.

   "Try and guess how old I am," Lucy invited with a teasing smile.

   Shit, how do you answer that?  If I say an illegal age, then she'll
think I'm a fucking pedo, but if I say eighteen, I look like a fucking
tool, because she's obviously trying to look younger.  Much younger.  And
she's succeeding!

   "Um," Pete hedged.  "I'm really bad at this, but you could be ... you
know, just at first glance ... maybe fifteen?" He deliberately guessed
high. "Sixteen?" He'd forgotten to breathe again, and he whooped in a big
breath to replenish after that overly long ramble.

   Far from giving him a fearful pedo scowl, Lucy's face lit up with
obvious delight.

   "You do not think that!" she giggled.  "Tell me what you really think."

   Shit, higher?  Or lower?  Surely she wants me to go lower.

   "Oh, okay.  Um, maybe fourteen then?" And that's as low as I go, Pete
thought.

   "Lots of people think that," she said, agreeing with this latest
assessment.  "Or sometimes thirteen.  You don't need to worry though, I'm
totally legal."

   Pete sighed inwardly; it was amazing how relieved he was to hear that,
because the longer he looked at her, the more convinced he became that even
fourteen was an over-estimate.

   "So ..." Pete tried to think where to take this next.  She was playing
the innocent card a little too well, and even though she was sitting on the
sofa in a way that let him see her panties, she wasn't taking the
initiative like a regular prostitute.

   "So," he started again.  "How long have you been ..." what, hooking? 
Where are you going with this, Petey boy?  "... doing, um, this." He
gestured ambiguously with his hand, as if to take in the hotel room, the
paying customer, and the obviously ripe young girl whom that customer
wanted to fuck.

   Pete sat down on the chair opposite Lucy.  He probably should have sat
next to her, but the temptation to see further beneath her skirt was too
great.

   "What, modelling?"

   "Oh, um, sure.  `Modelling'." Pete didn't use his fingers to add the
air-quotes, but they were implied by the way he said the word.

   "Only about a year," Lucy replied, she seemed not to notice Pete's
condescension to the censoring of her profession.

   A year.  Shit, so that makes her at least nineteen.  It also meant that
this wasn't her first rodeo, suggesting she should have a good, sexy
repertoire by now.  Pete wondered anxiously whether she'd sixty-nine him.
She was sitting with her knees apart, and he could see the gusset of those
little panties stretched tightly over the soft pad of her young cunt. 
Maybe it was his imagination, but he thought she looked clean-shaven, and
if so then he couldn't wait to run his tongue over those bare pussy lips
and suck them into his mouth.

   "Yeah, a little less than a year," Lucy went on.  "I remember, because
it was just after I turned twelve."

   What?

   Pete stopped breathing again.  His pupils contracted, as did his focus
on the room.  Everything else blacked out, except for the FUCKING TWELVE
YEAR OLD sitting opposite, waiting to fuck him.  If he'd still been
drinking his vodka and orange, then he would have sprayed it across the
coffee table at her.

   His heart seemed to keep on beating, and he continued to draw breath -
although it had been a near thing there for a moment.

   Take this one step at a time, Pete?  Did you mis-hear her before?  Maybe
she said she'd been hooking for six years, or maybe more.  Nope, she
corrected herself - a little less than a year.  What about `twelve'?  What
rhymes with twelve?  Did you mis-hear that?  Fuck, nothing rhymes with
twelve.

   There was no getting around it; she looked twelve, she acted twelve, she
even fucking told him she was twelve.

   But she's legal.

   Is she, though?  Wait, I get it!  This is part of the game, her
pretending she's really only twelve.  It's an act - and a fucking good one
at that.  Shit, she almost had me.

   It still made Pete uncomfortable though.  Playing along like that felt
dangerous - sexy as all fuck, but dangerous.  And not just that, he didn't
really like the idea of her judging him and assuming he was a pedo.

   "Oh, right, okay, only twelve," he said, his voice not betraying the
outright lust he felt for her tight, young body (his eyes - which strayed
down to her panties every few seconds - told a different story).  "But
`legal', just the same, right?" Pete thought this achieved a nice balance
of respect for her role-playing and the assertion of his credentials as a
non-pervert.

   "Cross my heart," Lucy said, doing exactly that, and in the process
clearing up any doubt Pete had as to whether her breasts would wobble or
not.  "I won't be thirteen until next month, so I'm still eligible for
`Tween Scene'."

   What the fuck?

   "I beg your pardon?" he asked, sounding less calm, now.

   "Tween Scene, the magazine," she looked at him lopsidedly, making her
red ponytail bounce provocatively.  "You're supposed to be interviewing me,
remember?"

   Oh Jesus.

   "Yeah, of course.  Sorry, I just mis-heard you," Pete let his mouth run
while his brain caught up.  "'Cause I, um, I thought you said `Teen' Scene,
and, um, you wouldn't ... you know ... because you're only twelve, right?"

   Twelve.  Oh Lord, why would you put such a hot piece of ass in an
illegal body?

   Pete began to quickly piece things together.  Lucy wasn't here to fuck;
that explained the greyed out sex options on the room-service menu, at
least.  Somehow though, the hotel had managed to procure a hot little Loli
girl to visit his room on false pretenses.  So what was he paying for? 
Just the right to look at her?  Talk to her?  It wasn't as though she was
chaperoned though, so the unspoken assertion was that he could have
whatever he could talk her into.  Whatever he was brave enough to talk her
into.  Maybe some photos?  Maybe sitting on his lap?

   Well, there was nothing illegal about sitting here and talking to a
twelve year old.  Probably even looking at her tight tee-shirt and panties
was legal.  Probably.  Where's the harm?  We can just play this by ear and
see what eventuates.

   "So anyway, the interview," Pete reset, feeling disappointed but more
confident now that he knew there was no sex to be had with this young girl.
He wanted more context to her story, and he thought he knew just the way to
get it.  "Everyone's going to be jealous as hell of you being in the
magazine," Pete nodded at Lucy, leaning back and crossing his legs
painfully over his erection.  "Why don't you tell me how you came to be
chosen from all of the other hopefuls?"

   "Okay, but I don't know all of it," Lucy said, obviously happy to be
talking about the reason she was there.  "Like, I filled out the survey and
sent in a picture, just like everyone else, but they didn't say why I got
chosen to come to the auditions."

   "Auditions?  They were today, right?"

   "They were downstairs," Lucy said, sounding surprised that Pete didn't
know this.

   "Of course they were," he said, slapping his forehead.  "That's why they
put me up in this room, I guess.  I wasn't involved in the auditions
though. What did you do to win?"

   "Everything they said," Lucy said proudly, her voice suggesting that she
had just revealed the secret of eternal happiness.  "I figured they wanted
someone fun and outgoing, so for every game or activity they came up with,
I just gave it everything and had fun."

   "Like what sort of things," Pete asked.  This was interesting; if they
sent her to his room when he had ordered an illicit prostitute, then it
spoke of quite a serious conspiracy.  What was going on?  Were these people
grooming pre-teens for exploitation?  Or were they just rolling the dice
when they added the temporary Loli option to the room-service menu?  If it
was just a lucky coincidence, then what was their game?  Collecting
photographs of the girls as they put them through their "activities"?  Or
did they sell tickets to watch the girls perform?  Pete imagined a bunch of
perverts sitting behind a glass screen, jerking off to the sight of Lucy
performing some sexy dance routine.

   "Well," Lucy explained.  "They gave us a dress-up box of clothes and
told us to pick an outfit and do a song and dance."

   "And what did you choose?"

   "This, silly!" Lucy giggled, pointing to the Tigger tee-shirt.  "It's
not mine.  I don't even like Tigger ... anymore," she finished, hedging. 
"Anyway, it's too small for me."

   "I think it looks nice," Pete said honestly, using the opportunity to
stare openly at her tiny breasts and peaked, sugar-drop nipples.

   "Do you?" Lucy smiled happily.  "I grabbed it as soon as I saw it in the
dress-up box, because it solves the dress-up, the song, and the dance."

   "The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers," Pete said, remembering the movie
from his own childhood.  And then, seeing an opportunity, "Do you want to
do it again for me?"

   "Sure!" Lucy exclaimed, jumping to her feet and demonstrating the
agreeable, adventurous nature that won her this `interview'.  "You ready?"
she asked, her hands clasped excitedly together in front of her skirt while
she bounced impatiently on her toes.

   "When you are," Pete agreed, almost as excited as Lucy.

   "Okay.  Here goes!" she said, kicking off her plastic heels before she
began to sing and dance.

   The wonderful thing about tiggers

   Is tiggers are wonderful things

   Their tops are made out of rubber

   Their bottoms are made out of springs!

   Lucy's performance was roughly reminiscent of Disney's lovable orange
tiger, only impossibly sexier.  Leaping and twirling around the room, her
tiny breasts bobbed deliciously beneath the tee-shirt.  She treated Pete to
a number of unguarded views up her skirt as she performed high kicks and
turned cartwheels.  And in one heart-stopping move, she leapfrogged the
back of the sofa, opening her legs wide in a straddle-splits and bending
over, providing a perfect close-up view of her little pussy, hiding away
bashfully beneath a narrow strip of pink love hearts.

   It was like looking at the sun.  Pete could still see after-images once
she had completed the jump, and his imagination added missing details, like
a little crease down the middle, where a searching tongue would find the
honey pot that was her virgin hole.

   Lucy wound up into her finale, back on her sofa, bouncing on the
cushions and twirling in circles.

   They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy

   Fun, fun fun, fun fun

   But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers

   Is that I'm the only one

   On that last line, she turned a cartwheel off the coffee table and stuck
the landing on her knees, straddling his lap.

   Uh Pete.  I don't want to upset your contemplation of the little
pre-teen titties in your face, but I should point out that softness
pressing into your hard-on is nothing less than PRIME, TWELVE-YEAR-OLD,
VIRGIN PUSSY!

   Lucy had thrown out her arms and thrust out her breasts like a gymnast,
and she knelt in his lap, panting from her effort and awaiting his
reaction. Pete drew his hands up from his sides to clap, managing to brush
not only her bare thighs, but also the pliant under-swell of both breasts
along the way.

   "Bravo!" he laughed, continuing to clap, securing a few more stray
brushes across her nipples in the process, such was his enthusiasm.

   "Didja like it?" Lucy beamed, bouncing excitedly on the stiff bulge in
Pete's jeans.  How could she not feel that?  It felt like she was grinding
on him, trying to prize her soft little cunt lips apart on his boner.

   "Like it?" Pete smiled, trying not to gasp.  "I loved it!" He put his
hands on Lucy's waist and prepared to reluctantly lift her off, knowing
that if he didn't act soon, he might cum in his Levis.  The muscle memory
of holding her tiny waist while she straddled him evoked real memories of a
slim, beautiful prostitute riding him cowgirl style, working her tight
snatch so far down onto his shaft that she touched his balls.  Without
meaning to, he added his own pressure, pulling Lucy more firmly down onto
his cock and imagining himself gliding into her wet cunt, he felt the
supple pillow of her sex yield as her virgin lips stretched and parted
beneath her love-heart panties.

   Lucy giggled excitedly, probably from his praise, but he also thought
she enjoyed the rough contact of his jeans between her pussy lips.  As she
finally slid backwards over his knees, he caught a priceless glimpse
beneath her skirt and saw those tight, cotton panties riding up into her
slit.  God, he was right!  She had opened herself up on his cock!

   "Wow!" Pete said, regaining his composure.  He didn't think he could top
dry humping a red-haired Loli girl for excitement, but he was determined to
keep her around as long as possible, because you never knew, right?  "So
that was the dance that got you the interview, huh?  Or was there more to
it than that?"

   "No, we did lots of stuff," Lucy told him, climbing back over the coffee
table and plopping into the other sofa.  This time she sat cross legged,
innocently putting her tiny, camel-toe pussy on glorious display.  Pete
could see the narrow gusset of pink love-hearts clinging to her vulva and
the swell of her mound, and he was more certain than ever that she was
smooth and hairless down there.

   That's not from shaving, though Petey-boy!

   "I beg your pardon," Pete shook his head to clear it.  Had he been
staring?  "You did other things?"

   "Uh huh," Lucy nodded, her red pony-tail bobbing vivaciously.  "They
took about a million photos ..."

   I bet they did.

   "... and there were games, too.  I think I surprised them with the last
one."

   "What was the last one?"

   "It was funny," she giggled.  "We had to put all our clothes on
backwards, but it was a competition to see who could do it fastest."

   "Oh, ah, okay," Pete nodded.  He wasn't sure where this one was going,
but he thought the perverts organizing this real-life Loli convention
downstairs probably knew what they were doing.  "And you were the fastest,
were you?"

   "Uh huh," Lucy grinned.  "Wanna know how I tricked them?"

   I wanna SEE how you tricked them!

   "Sure," Pete agreed readily.  "Or ... you could, you know, show me." His
mouth was suddenly dry.

   "Hmm," Lucy mused, her face and adorable mask of considered thought. 
"Okay, but you have to do it with me," she challenged brightly.

   Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.  Did the Loli girl just ask me to get naked
with her?

   Pete coughed, barely able to contain his excitement.

   "Oh!  Okay, like a dare," he said, making a show of careful
consideration, even though his mind was made up the moment she spoke. 
"Sure, I'm game."

   "Right," grinned Lucy, standing up and stepping into the open space
beside the coffee table.  "I'll say `Go', and then we have to put all of
our clothes on backwards."

   "All of them?" Pete asked hopefully?  "You're not shy, are you Lucy?"

   "Shy girls never win," Lucy announced proudly.  "You ready?"

   Pete stepped out beside his chair.  His knees felt wobbly.  Lucy stood
there, her feet apart and hands poised by her slim hips like a gunfighter.
She tossed her pony-tail over her shoulder with a sassy flick of her head,
and Pete felt his knees go weak.

   "I'm ready," he gulped.

   "Set ... GO!"

   Pete wasn't really sure what was going to happen, but whatever it was,
he didn't want to miss a beat.  He knew his tee-shirt would cover his eyes
for a moment, so he quickly lifted that first, just in time to see Lucy
beginning the same maneuver.  As it cleared his eye line, he quickly
understood her shrewdness, because she hadn't removed it entirely.  Lifting
it only to her neck, she pulled her arms from the sleeves and then spun it
around, giving him a brief but heart-stopping glimpse of her naked titties.

   They were exquisite when outlined by the Tigger tee-shirt, but if
anything, they were even more perfect in the flesh.  Just big enough to be
round, rather than pointed, they rode high and tight on her chest, about
the size of plums, and twice as succulent.

   Pete was fumbling to get his arms free, and Lucy's sweet little breasts
were covered again before he even got his shirt turned around.  Before he
knew it, she had wrenched her wispy skirt around one-hundred and eighty
degrees, and had her pink and purple panties down around her ankles.

   With a pang of disappointment, Pete thought he would miss seeing her
bare pussy beneath the skirt, but then the unimaginable happened - in order
to put her panties back on with both legs at once, Lucy dropped to the
floor and rolled backwards, kicking into the air and fighting to get her
feet through the leg holes of the too-tight panties.  It could only have
been for a few seconds, but it felt like time stopped; her pussy, tiny and
perfect with just the lightest dusting of auburn fuzz, nestled proudly
between her open thighs, the lips slightly parted from her exertions on
Pete's lap a few minutes earlier.

   That was rubbing against my cock.

   Pete had never been harder.  Any reticence he felt earlier about Lucy's
age had completely evaporated.  Her young breasts might be a work in
progress, but her sweet cunt was twelve years old and good to go.  He
wanted for nothing more than to get her nice and wet and then stretch her
slick little fuck hole over his cock like an undersized rubber.

   "Woo-hoo!" she celebrated, jumping into the air and twirling, flashing
Pete yet another glance beneath her skirt.  As if he needed it.  "Loser!"
she pointed gaily at Pete, who was still in the process of pulling his
backwards tee-shirt down over his chest.

   "Wow!" Pete said, impressed.  Amazingly, he managed to slip back into
the `interviewer' role.  "You did that in front of the judges?  You're
brave."

   "Nah, there's not much to see," she said self-effacingly, peeking down
the front of her top and shrugging at what she thought to be an
unimpressive bounty.  "Now let's see how shy you are, Mister Tween Scene,"
she teased.  "You're not finished yet."

   Oh fuck, she still wants me to strip.  Has she seen a cock?  Will she be
curious?  Sure she will.  Just go with the flow, and let her do whatever
she wants to do.

   "Hmm," Pete grumbled good-naturedly, unbuttoning his Levis.  "I think
I've been had."

   "A dare's a dare!" Lucy trilled, rubbing her hands together and bouncing
on her toes."

   No showing off, Pete.  This isn't a porno, so don't jerk off in front of
her.  Just give her a good, long look and play it by ear.

   He pulled down his jeans and sat on the arm of the sofa to get his feet
out, when he noticed a bead of pre-cum staining the front of his shorts. 
Lucy wouldn't know about pre-cum; he wondered whether she would think he
had wet himself.

   Finally getting his feet free, he gave Lucy a rueful smile, as if to say
`Are you sure I have to do this?'

   "Come on," she goaded happily, twirling her finger.  "Keep going."

   With another shy smile, Pete pulled down his shorts, taking care to
release his erection carefully so as not to frighten Lucy with sudden
movement.

   Shit!  Look at that!

   Even though he saw himself hard almost every day, he was still surprised
and impressed at how thick and ready he was for Lucy.  His cock was at its
absolute peak, fat and angry with bulging veins, it stood straight up and
brushed his stomach with the tip.

   "Oh, jeepers," Lucy breathed, eyes wide with wonder.

   "Have you seen a penis before?" Pete asked, stretching out the moment so
that he could stay exposed to her.

   "Uh huh," Lucy nodded, her eyes not wavering from his straining cock. 
"But not like yours," she continued.  "My brother's is smaller - a LOT
smaller - and it's not hard."

   "Mine's not always hard," Pete admitted.  "It's just because I'm around
a pretty girl."

   Lucy stared at his dick a few moments longer until that finally sunk in,
and then looked up into his face, surprised.

   "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked.

   "I don't think it," Pete corrected her flatteringly.  "I know it."

   "But I'm too young for you," she countered.  "Even the boys in my grade
don't look at me, because ..." she cupped her small breasts.  "You know."

   "The boys in your grade are stupid, then," Pete told her truthfully."

   "And your thing is hard because you think I'm pretty?"

   Pete nodded.  He noticed that Lucy's nipples were standing proud again.

   "Does that mean ..." she began, biting her lip as she contemplated not
asking the question.  "Does that mean you want to do the sex thing with
me?"

   "What do you think, Lucy?" Pete asked, his sense of pedo
self-preservation still making him unwilling to admit to his desires.

   Lucy appeared to consider the idea for a few seconds, and then nodded
uncertainly.

   "I think you're a smart girl."

   She smiled more confidently at his compliment, once again watching his
dick with interest.

   "What is doing sex, exactly?" she asked openly.  Her fingers were
twitching like she wanted to reach out and handle Pete's cock, and as far
as Pete was concerned, she was more than welcome.

   "What do you think it is?" he asked, enjoying her naiveté, and the power
of answering a question with a question.

   "Is it touching our things together?"

   OUR things!  Shit, she's talking about it like it's a foregone
conclusion.

   "Just touching?" Pete asked, leading her along.

   "Well, not just that," she corrected herself, her eyes quickly flicking
up and then back down to his cock.  "Other stuff too."

   "What sort of other stuff?" Pete was trying to find the line between
teasing and coaching, exploiting her natural competitiveness.

   "Um ... just ... stuff," she hedged uncertainly.  "It's hard to
describe."

   "Do you want to show me?" Pete asked.

   "What, us?  Together?" her green eyes flashed beautifully with a
combination of apprehension and delight.

   "If you want," Pete gulped, trying to conceal his own delight.  "But if
you're frightened ..."

   Her eye's flashed again at the challenge.

   "I'm not frightened," she retorted.  One hand stole unconsciously to her
crotch, slowly rubbing her pussy while she considered his offer.

   "That's okay," Pete conceded, silently praying to the gods that
everything he had ever heard about reverse psychology was right.  "I can
see you don't want to.  It's kind of a grown-up thing anyway."

   "No, wait," Lucy blurted.  She peeled her little skirt down over her
thighs.  "I do want to."

   Oh thank God!

   "Wait," Pete panted.  She had her thumbs in the waistband of her
love-heart panties.  "Let me help.  It's how grown-ups do it."

   He dropped to his knees in front of her and sat back on his heels,
putting his face right at the level of her pussy.

   "Step out of your skirt," he directed, holding it ready to pull free. 
Lucy lifted one leg and put it to the side, and as she lifted the other
one, Pete drew the wisp of nylon away.

   Her pussy was less than a foot from his nose, and with her legs parted,
he could see every soft curve outlined beneath her tight panties.  He took
the waistband between his fingertips and folded it down, just an inch to
start with, enough to see the first filaments of wispy red fuzz on her
mound.

   "Do you want me to keep going?" Pete asked, confident of the answer.

   "Uh huh," Lucy gulped.

   "You have to tell me what to do," Pete said, following his instinct,
knowing this would be so much sweeter directed by innocent little Lucy.

   "Um ... keep going," Lucy directed nervously.

   "Keep going where?" Pete asked, not trying to tease, but just wanting to
hear her make the forbidden request.

   "Keep going ... and ... um, pull down my panties," Lucy whispered shyly.

   Pete folded them down again, exposing the rest of Lucy's mound.  Her
panties were now just a horizontal strip across her thighs, the gusset
scarcely cupping her young sex.  He couldn't help himself, he just had to
touch it.  Curling one index finger into a hook, he used the second joint
to stroke along her tender pussy lips, once, twice, basking in their
unimaginable softness.  On the third stroke, he used just the fingertip,
running it up the line of her slit and tickling gently at the top where he
imagined her clitoris was hiding.

   "Oh jeepers, that tickles," she shuddered, goosebumps breaking out on
her legs and across her flat tummy.

   "I'm sorry," Pete apologized.  "Is it okay?"

   "Uh huh," Lucy breathed.  "It tickles in a good way." She swallowed
heavily and looked down at Pete's lap, perhaps contemplating the
demonstration she had promised.

   Pete touched her through the panties again, stroking along the line of
her slit, and then up over the bunched waistband to groom the short, auburn
wisps on her mons.  Unable to prolong the waiting any longer, he took hold
of her bunched panties and tugged them lower.  Slowly, slowly, the hips
came first, and the gusset seemed to cling stubbornly over her pussy lips,
but then it finally fell away too, revealing her tiny, tight, virgin cunt.

   Her smooth, round pussy lips were sparsely covered in short, downy
hairs, each less than half an inch long and lying flat against the skin
like baby hair.  Pete guessed they had only been growing for a few months,
maybe weeks.  Taking her panties down to her ankles, he let her step out of
them as he had done with the skirt, watching her pussy carefully as she
moved her legs and hoping it would open wider and let him see the warm,
pink heaven hidden inside.

   "There you go," he said, cupping her small round ass in both hands and
guiding her to sit on the edge of the sofa.  "They're not on backwards
anymore."

   Lucy giggled nervously.

   "Now," he said gently, walking forwards on his knees, his erection
swaying menacingly in front of him.  "You were going to show me what sex
was about."

   Lucy swallowed again.  "You have to rub your thing against mine," she
said in a small voice.  "And then I think you're supposed to wee on me."

   "I think I know what you mean," Pete coaxed.  "But you have to show me.
Here, let me bring it close." He put his hands on her knees and drew them
wide, allowing him to kneel in the middle with his cockhead hovering in
front of her slit.

   "Show me what you mean, Lucy," he said gently.  "It's okay to touch it."

   With shaking fingers, Lucy reached between her thighs and touched his
cock, making it jerk with anticipation.

   "It's easier if you hold on," he said, taking her fingers lightly and
wrapping them around the middle of his cock in an underhand grip, her
middle finger and thumb only just crossing over.  "Oh, yeah, squeeze it,
sweetie." He released a shuddering breath at the wondrous feeling of her
tentative fingers encircling his shaft, and his legs almost buckled when
she gripped him tight, milking slightly forwards.

   "There's wee on the end, already," she observed.

   "That's not wee, Lucy," Pete advised.  "It's called pre-cum.  It makes
everything slippery so that it feels nice when we touch.

   Using her other hand, she touched the bead with her thumb and smeared it
in a slick trail over his knob.

   "Coooool," she breathed.

   Pete offered his hips closer, and Lucy guided his cockhead into her slit
without hesitation.  With her twelve-year-old fingers around the shaft, and
her twelve-year-old pussy lips closed around his knob, Pete contemplated
whether even the inside of a grown woman had ever felt so wonderful.

   Guiding him with a deliciously tight grip, Lucy stroked his weeping
cockhead up and down her young crevice, shivering happily every time he
grazed over her clitoris.

   "Is that nice?" he asked.

   "Uh huh." Lucy bit her bottom lip and nodded, peeking up from their
coupling through her eyelashes.  "Now you're supposed to move your hips,"
she instructed, pumping her own narrow hips in an erotic demonstration.

   Holding her by the waist to guide his thrusts, Pete pushed slowly
forwards, ploughing his cock through Lucy's cunt lips and up over her
clitoris.  His dick popped out the top, but the underside continued its
path along her clit, playing her like a violin.

   Lucy shut her eyes and released a soft, fluttering moan.  When Pete
withdrew, he saw her cunt was now laid open, and her tiny, pink center was
glistening with what looked like her own lubricating juices.

   Riding forward again, she guided him over her clit, moaning softly and
grinding his hard dick into her love button.  Pete established a nice,
slow, fucking motion.  Closing his eyes, he flexed his cock in the tight
grip of her fingers and imagined it was the clinging walls of her cunt.

   "Oh jeepers, we're really doing it," Lucy gasped excitedly.  "We're
f-f-..."

   "We're fucking?" Pete asked.

   "Mmm!  Mmm!" Lucy thrummed, her excitement clearly mounting as she
ground her little love button on his throbbing, veiny cock.

   "Not quite," Pete corrected, his own climax not too far away.  "You have
to put me inside you to be fucking."

   "You are inside," she argued, looking between her thighs and observing
how his knob was almost completely enveloped by her pussy lips at the point
of his back stroke.

   "Down here," he guided her hand to push his knob lower, gliding down and
seating in her opening.  "That hole goes all the way inside your vagina,"
he said, wondering how much of this, if any, she already knew.

   He forced the tip of his cock inside her, just enough to stretch but not
break her hymen, and Lucy cried out in a breathless combination of pain and
pleasure.

   "I'm sorry, did that hurt?"

   "Yes ... no ..." Lucy shook her head, perhaps settling on `No'.

   Holding his shoulder with her free hand, she rose up an inch on the soft
sofa cushions, easing Pete's knob out of her pussy, and then she sank back
down onto it, moaning wantonly as she squeezed the throbbing tip back into
her slick, virgin hole.

   Pete thought she could only be a few pounds of pressure shy of popping
her cherry.  He desperately wanted to stuff his fat dick inside her, but
the sight of her ever more daring explorations was too sweet to forego. 
Providing he was patient, he was sure she'd get there in the end - her
tight, young hole overflowing with cock, and still begging him for more.

   He held still and let Lucy bounce on him, using the sofa cushions to
catch her weight and stop her from impaling herself.  She moved slowly at
first, but after a dozen strokes, she was bouncing vigorously, slipping his
cockhead into her miniature Barbie doll love tunnel and voicing little
shrieks of delight.

   "Oh jeepers," she gasped, looking up at Pete, her eyes bulging with
delighted surprise.  "Something's happening ... I feel all ..."

   Oh fuck, she's going to come.  The idea of a quivering, shuddering Loli
girl driving herself to her first climax on his dick was Pete's new life
ambition.  Throwing caution to the wind (maybe it's a bit late for
caution), he peeled off her tight Tigger tee-shirt, hoping to watch
climactic goosebumps peak on the firm swells of her teacup breasts.

   Letting go of Pete's cock as the cotton slipped over her head, she
pulled his body into the cradle of her trim, open thighs, and he could feel
the tropical heat of her heavenly Loli-snatch pressing into his navel.  She
moaned softly into his ear as her hardened nub grazed the line of hair down
there.  With both arms around his body, Lucy clung on with grim
determination as she tried to stuff his man-sized meat into the tiny
opening of her fuzz-lined peach.  Her pink sugar-drop nipples tickled his
chest as she bounced up and down, moaning and gasping in wordless
expressions of unimagined joy, stretching her steaming, untrained fuck-hole
closer and closer to breaking point.

   "Ugh!  Gah!" she squealed, bucking her hips into Pete's stomach as she
began to come, her trim thighs quivering against Pete's hips and her bare
feet drumming on the carpet.  Lucy leaned back, her lovely red ponytail
waving as she sinuously writhed her smooth, pre-teen body.  Like a banquet
laid out for his enjoyment, she pushed out her fresh young breasts,
offering them to his lips.  Her nipples were little pink shards of granite,
and Pete took one between his teeth and bit down, probably a little harder
than he intended.

   "Mmm-ughhhh!" Lucy quivered in his arms, and with muscles taut and
shuddering, nature finally took over as she sank her slick, clenching cunt
onto his fat cock.  The ancient drive that until now had only been a
kindling spark in her young, pubescent body, suddenly roared into a full
womanly inferno.  It was the siren call of Lucy's fertile young womb, her
cervix softening and dilating, somehow aware of the throbbing bar of
man-meat waiting to cleave its way into her clinging, wet purse and squirt
thick white ropes of sperm through that gap and into her waiting uterus.

   Pete felt the pop-tear of her hymen giving way, and then inch after slow
inch of sweet, wet heaven rippled down and enveloped his cock, swallowing
him into her silky depths.  Looking down, he couldn't believe his eyes, her
pale and almost hairless young cunt, stretched and distorted and almost
white with strain, opened up so wide that her little red clit rubbed
mercilessly against his shaft.

   She was so tight that she extruded his cock as it passed through her
opening, making the portion not yet inside her even fatter and thicker. 
Working together in a groaning, straining partnership, they stuffed her
young hole so full of dick that Lucy couldn't even close her thighs.  With
only a couple of inches to go, she exhaled an injured gasp and Pete felt
his knob plug the tender seat of her cervix.

   "Are we fucking now?" she asked, her voice quavering with post-orgasmic
emotion.  Pete saw that her flat tummy and young breasts were studded with
goosebumps, and he felt touched to have guided her down the path of her
maiden orgasm, knowing that even though she was so young, she would never
forget the feeling of the first cock in her pussy.

   "Almost," Pete conceded.  "It's not really fucking though unless you let
me cum inside you."

   Seeing the naïve gratitude in her smile, he knew now that Lucy would let
him do anything; having just discovered the joy of hot, hard cock, she
would gladly submit to being his little fuck slave - at least until it was
time for her mom to take her home.

   "I want you to cum inside me then," she breathed.  And then, with a
little wrinkle of her eyebrows, "That's like weeing in my hoo-ha, isn't
it?" she asked.

   "A bit," Pete smiled, loving the playful innocence of fucking a Loli
girl.  "But cum is thick and hot, and it's going to make you feel all warm
inside."

   He pulled back through her clinging, distended pussy lips, making her
moan.  "No, don't take it out," she pleaded in a small voice, gasping and
pinching her eyes closed.  "I don't want you ever to take it out.  It feels
so good - like I'm full."

   He cupped a hand beneath her tight ass and with the other between her
narrow shoulder blades, he lifted her from the sofa and laid her on the
carpet.  Perched on one elbow, he cradled her perfect, pubescent body in
his arms and probed gently into her young cunt, finding her depth again by
touch.

   With slow, shallow strokes, Pete eased his dick in and out of Lucy's
slick love tunnel, each time finding the ring of her cervix and plugging it
with his fat knob.  Probing and delving to the music of her satisfied
moans, he stretched and massaged the gateway to her womb, where even now
the first of many ova to come was taking root in the fertile lining.

   "Fuck me now!" she begged.  "Please.  I want you to cum inside me."

   My pleasure.

   Drawing a longer stroke, Pete held until he could feel the hot
twelve-year-old pussy juice steaming off on his cock into the cooler air of
the hotel room, then he glided back into the warm and cozy center of Lucy's
peach.  She squeaked in delight as he plugged her cervix again and
stretched it with a hard thrust.

   Pumping faster as his own orgasm mounted, Pete fucked Lucy's slick love
tunnel with increasing vigor, sliding his cradling hand from between her
shoulder blades upwards to the slender curve of her neck for better
purchase.  Bracing her with that gripping hand, he jammed his dick deep
into her cunt, making her squeal as the soft tip of his cockhead squeezed
into her young womb.

   "Oh God!" Pete groaned, the hot ring of Lucy's cervix constricting his
knob.  Pumping her again and again, driving deep into her tiny, clenching
hole, he finally broke through that deepest barrier and slid home.

   "I'm going to cum," he panted, pounding his bulging, rearing meat into
her slick sheath, slapping his heavy, loaded balls against her ass and
finishing every stroke with a wet, satisfied thwack.  Pete felt them lift
and tense, readying for release, and one last time he forced his dick
through Lucy's tiny opening, burrowing his knob into her fertile core where
he finally unloaded.  Her crushing pressure tried to strangle his cock, but
on the third pump he opened her up and creamy spunk gushed into her hungry
cunt.  He could feeling it streaming down the underside of his long cock
and spilling into her womb, filling her up with his creamy, life-giving
seed.

   "Oh-h-h-h-h-h." Lucy shuddered with another climax as her young body
filled with thick cum, swirling around Pete's throbbing tool and painting
every corner of her precious, young womb.

   Spent and exhausted, Pete held his softening cock inside her until the
natural elasticity of her cervix closed over his cockhead and forced him
out, trapping his seed inside her fertile core where it could take root and
produce new life.

   Pete looked down into her angelic, green eyes and kissed the tip of her
nose.

   "Is that what you were expecting when you came up here?"

   "I didn't think it would be this much fun," Lucy grinned, wriggling her
hips happily and allowing Pete's dick to slip free.  "Can we do it again
though?  I want a turn on top."
   THE END