TITLE: Sleep Paralysis
AUTHOR: Fygero
CATEGORIES: M/g(13), 1st, Lolita, Sleep, Creampie, Oral
WORDS: 18,061

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 not the kind of guy who navigates life with a sound
moral compass.  As the night-tech at a sleep clinic, he thinks nothing of
sitting on his side of the two-way mirror, masturbating to internet porn
... or to the sight of the patient in the next room, if they're female and
pretty, that is. 

   Thirteen year old Lucy is beautiful and vulnerable.  She suffers from
sleep paralysis, a waking hallucination where her muscles freeze while she
is mounted and fucked by an incubus, but never to her final satisfaction.

   From his observation booth, temptation beckons and Pete is unable to
resist.  At first he just watches, but the night is long and Lucy's young
body is so ripe, ready, and available.

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.  If you have
trouble distinguishing between the fantasy of Lucy and the reality of real
girls then you need help; I recommend discussing the problem with a medical
practitioner.


SLEEP PARALYSIS
by Fygero

   Dull as dish water.

   As much fun as watching paint dry.

   Like watching grass grow.

   There wasn't a saying about watching people sleep being boring.  Heaven
knows why; no-one who'd done it for a living would disagree.  Some new
parents say they could watch their baby sleep for hours, but Pete was
pretty sure they'd get over the impulse after the first week or so.  He
should know, he did it for a living; not babies though, adults mostly. 
Pete was a night tech at a sleep clinic.  He spent his working "day" in a
booth attached to a private sleep room and "monitored" the patients.  (The
air-quotes are Pete's.  He uses them a lot.)

   "Don't get me wrong," he tells his friends (or at least the few
acquaintances he sees often enough to call friends).  "I'm not
complaining." (Although he actually was).  "They've got a pretty lax
internet policy, which is cool.  I mean, I can't get onto any game servers,
but I can stream as much porn as I like, so long as I stick an observation
in the log every hour." This pronouncement usually elicits one of two
possible responses from Pete's friends, though neither of them is the one
he hopes for, which is a kind of awed respect.  They either view it with
disinterested suspicion, because Pete strikes most people as more of a
sprinter in the sex department, not the sort of marathon runner who could
surf porn all night; or they spare a somber thought for the day shift, who
are the next to visit in his vacated workspace.

   Tonight promised to be a quiet one.  It was just a kid with ... what
does the run sheet say?  ... "Sleep Paralysis", whatever that is.  A
thirteen-year-old called Lucy.  Pete hoped she wasn't a brat, getting up
half a dozen times and wanting the toilet, or a drink of water, or a teddy
bear she didn't even bring.  Fucking kids were a pain sometimes.  Not as
big a pain as fucking geriatrics though; fuck, they had the market on
irritating cornered and wrapped up in fucking brown paper, tied off with
string.  I don't give a blue fuck how many wars you fought in, granddad, go
to fucking sleep and let me record my obs in peace ... or watch porn,
whatever.

   Pete looked at the time.  They'd be arriving any minute; might be time
to clear the screen.

****

   "Now this is just a baseline," Dr Ziegler explained to Lucy's parents.
"We're not doing any treatment, yet.  Tonight is all about observation -
which is Pete's job," he gestured at Pete, who sat back and tried to look
nonchalant under the gaze of Lucy's worried parents.  "And it's also about
getting accustomed to the sleep room - which is your job, Lucy.  So
there'll be no cameras and no wires, just sleeping, okay."

   "Will Pete be in here with me?" Lucy asked.  She sounded neither
horrified nor hopeful at the prospect, just curious.

   "No sweetheart," Pete smiled at her reassuringly - she really was a bit
of a cutie for thirteen.  He didn't remember girls being anywhere near as
cute as Lucy when he was in middle school.  "I'll be right next door
though," he said, pointing to the two-way mirror wall, behind which sat his
booth.  "If you need anything, you just say so, and I'll look after you."
Pete hoped she did no such thing, but that kind of bullshit played well
with the doctors and the parents.

   "What if you can't hear me?" Lucy asked, the very image of an enquiring
young mind.  And a cutie, too.  Let's not forget that.  Yes, sir; another
few years and Pete wouldn't mind showing her around the observation booth
late one night.  Maybe let her sit on his lap between hourly logs.  Maybe
slip her the occasional hourly log beneath her skirt.

   "Microphone," Pete said, pointing to the intercom beside the bed.  "It
stays on all night, so I hope you don't fart in your sleep."

   "Eeeew!" Lucy giggled, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink as she
flashed her eyes at him with amusement.  Mom and Dad and Dr Zeigler seemed
less amused at Pete's style of humor, but fuck them, right?  "Are you going
to stay up all night?" she asked.  Kids never seemed to run out of
questions.

   "Yep," Pete agreed.  "All night."

   "Cool," Lucy said, clearly impressed.  "I stayed up `til midnight on New
Year's Eve.  I could have stayed up longer, but Mom made me go to bed."
Lucy gave her Mom a smile and a long-suffering roll of the eyes.  Pete
could see where Lucy's cute came from, he would definitely slip Mom an
hourly log as well.  She looked like she was mixed-race with a thread of
Latino and maybe something even more exotic like Asian, and Lucy had picked
up a little of her coloring and her beautiful, dark, almond shaped eyes.

   Dr Ziegler finished reassuring the parents and then stood up, using body
language to draw the briefing to a close.  Pete had seen him do this before
with over-protective relatives, otherwise they'd never fucking leave.  It
was a good trick.  Pete thought he could learn a lot from the sleep doctors
about fucking with people's minds.

   "Lucy, your parents and I have to go now, okay?" he explained. 
"Remember that Pete will be right next door if you need anything, so as
soon as you're ready, you can get dressed for bed in the bathroom and hop
into bed.  Do you have any other questions for me?" He had the door open
now and Mom and Dad kissing her goodnight.

   "Can I stay up for a little longer and read?" Lucy asked.

   "If that's your normal routine, then sure," Dr Ziegler said.  "We just
need you to do everything as normal as you can."

   "Not too late, okay Luce?" Mom warned.  "One chapter."

   "Yes Mom," she said dutifully, kissing her again.  "Night."

   "Night, night, sweetheart," Mom said.

   "Night, punkin," Dad kissed the top of her head as well.

   "We'll see you in the morning, Lucy," Dr Ziegler said, ushering everyone
out.  "Sleep tight."

****

   Dr Ziegler sent Lucy's parents back to reception to arrange a collection
time in the morning and then came into the darkened observation booth with
Pete.  They could see Lucy through the two-way mirror walking slowly around
the room, investigating her surroundings.

   "I don't expect you'll have a busy night, Pete," he said, clearly keen
to get away and go home.  "Lucy's condition is called Sleep Paralysis.  She
might experience an inability to move when she's about to fall asleep or
wake up, and she may experience some other sensory perceptions - like
sights or sounds or the presence of someone in the room with her - but
unless she calls out to you, don't do anything except record your
observations."

   "Roger that," Pete said, giving the Doc a big thumbs up.  Kid has lucid
dreams, gottit!

   "Good," he said.  "Her parents will probably pick her up early, so you
can finish your shift as soon as Lucy's gone."

   "Thanks Doc," Pete grinned.  Sweet!  That was code for `Fuck off early
and write down a full twelve hour shift.'

   Ziegler closed the door behind him and left Pete alone in the booth.  He
locked it, insuring against interruptions when he started in with the porn.

   Lucy had completed a circuit of the small bedroom and had investigated
the very few things that carried an interest for a thirteen-year-old.  She
opened her overnight bag and took out a small girls' adventure novel and a
purple, cotton nightie and put them on the bed.

   Watching her move about unselfconsciously through the glass, Pete
thought he might need to give her an upgrade from Cutie to
Super-Mega-Cutie. Lucy was about five feet tall and was wearing a snug pair
of white short-shorts and a filmy, translucent, purple shift over a white
singlet top.  She looked to be well into the changes of puberty, although
she wasn't quite done yet.  Even though she was small, her legs were so
trim - and the shorts so short - they actually looked long and lean.  Her
pelvis had already changed shape, giving her an obvious curve at the hips
that narrowed into the sweetest, tiniest waist that Pete thought he could
almost close his hands around and make his fingers and thumbs touch.

   She still had some growing to do up top if Mom's rack was anything to go
by, but Lucy had quite a nice little set of tits that were being helped
along by a decent bra - Pete could see the bulge of the little plastic
adjusting thingies beneath the straps of her singlet.  He was partial to a
nicely crafted bra that gave a girl a bit of shape and definition; not like
those sports tops that squish a nice rack down to pancakes.

   Lots of girls Lucy's age had a nice body, but not all of them could keep
it as they got older.  Pete wished her luck, because if she could hold on
to that figure then she'd be decidedly fuckable by the time she was
eighteen.  Lucy had one extra advantage in the looks department though, she
had a very pretty face.  Set above a sleek neck and framed by a
well-defined jaw, she had lovely features: beautiful cupid's-bow lips,
dimples in her cheeks that showed even when she wasn't smiling, a cute
little button nose, and long-lashed dark eyes that were set wide in a way
that just make you want to keep looking at them.  Right now she had her
black hair tied up in a high pony-tail that bounced and swayed with every
movement, but Pete could imagine it untied and brushed out, hanging in
lustrous waves around her shoulders; it would add a few years and with some
make-up and the right dress, it might even get her into a nightclub.

   Lucy was standing in front of the mirror wall a few feet to Pete's left,
looking at her reflection.  He cracked a smile; the two-way mirror was the
dominant feature of the room, but it was just so easy to forget someone was
on the other side.  One time a patient used it to put on her make-up in the
morning.  It was unexpectedly intimate and so exciting that Pete moved his
chair opposite and jerked his cock until he came.

   Lucy took the band out of her hair and let it fall to her shoulders,
then spent a couple of minutes arranging it in different ways, holding it
up with her hands and making different faces like pouting and smiling and
sultry eyes to see how she looked.

   "Can you hear me, Pete?" she asked.  Pete nearly shat himself, he'd
grown quite absorbed and was openly staring at her beautiful features - for
a moment he thought she could see him.

   He pressed the intercom button.  "Sure can, Lucy," he said.  He almost
said that he could see her too, but held it back at the last moment.  It
sounded creepy.  That level of self-editing was unusual for Pete.

   Lucy looked around at the intercom beside the bed where Pete's voice
came from.  "That's freaky," she giggled.

   "Freaky, like creepy?" Pete asked, popping the intercom button again. 
He was prepared to feel a small amount of guilt for making her feel
uncomfortable, although she didn't seem too worried.

   "No, freaky cool," she said, returning to the mirror and playing with
her hair.  "Can you do the Big Brother voice?"

   "Lucy, to the Diary Room," Pete said, lowering and slowing his voice to
sound like the TV Big Brother.

   Lucy's face transformed from pretty teen to child, tipping back her head
and laughing with unguarded joy.  "That's brilliant!" she giggled.  She had
a big, happy smile and her dimples were deep pits in her pink cheeks.  "Now
evict me."

   Pete popped the intercom again and prepared his Big Brother voice. 
"It's time to leave, ..." then he paused for the ridiculous five-count that
they used on the TV while Lucy - grinning madly - was almost hopping on her
toes with anticipation.  "... Lucy!" he finished, letting go of the
intercom and laughing to himself while Lucy collapsed in a fit of teenage
giggles.

   "You're funny," she sighed, getting hold of herself.  Pete was surprised
by her simple innocence.  She was being quite genuine, but if a grown woman
said the same thing, it would sound insincere at best and maybe even
sarcastic.

   She turned side on to the mirror and regarded herself critically,
standing tall and smoothing down the translucent shift over her stomach,
admiring her breasts in profile; Pete thought there was much to admire
about them; they were definitely coming along quite nicely.  Not big enough
to swell out the sides yet, but there was a lovely, plump curve underneath
and a nice roundness to the shape that Pete associated with fulsome youth.

   "Pete?" she said, not taking her eyes of her breasts.

   "Uh huh?" Pete said, his eyes not moving either as he found the familiar
intercom button by touch.

   "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

   Shit?  Where did that come from?  Kids say the darndest things.

   "Um ... no," Pete said.  "Not at the moment." Which was technically
true. It had also been technically true for his entire life.

   "Have you ever had a girlfriend?" Lucy asked.

   Jesus, it's like she can read my mind!

   "Yeah, sure," he said, hoping it sounded confident.  "Lots of them." His
mind cast right back to his high school sophomore year and an hour of
hand-holding with Zara Harris on the school bus.  The seven intervening
years hadn't seen quite that degree of success.  I wonder what Zara's doing
now.  "What about you?" he asked, trying to direct the conversation away
from his unspectacular love life.

   "Nuh uh," she said.  "But I kissed Jeremy Symonds on a dare."

   "What was that like?" Pete asked, genuinely interested.  Pete thought
Jeremy Symonds was one lucky fuck.

   "Nice," Lucy said.  "Kind of tingly in my stomach.  Is that what it
feels like when you kiss one of your girlfriends?"

   "Mm-hmm," Pete affirmed.  "Usually.  So what did Jeremy do wrong if he's
not your boyfriend?"

   "He pretended he didn't like it and wiped his mouth," Lucy said
disappointedly.  "But I think he did like it; his breathing was kind of
funny when our lips touched." She looked around at the intercom as she
spoke, then wistfully back at her profile in the mirror.  Jeremy wasn't
just a lucky fuck, he was a dumb fuck too.  Lucy squared up her shoulders
and pushed out her small bust.  "Pete, do you like girls with big boobs?"

   Oh Lordy Jesus!  What the fuck is going on?  How to answer that?  Pete
really did like big, full tits.  Not flabby or fake-looking ones, but
anything from a C-cup to double-D was pretty hot.  Here's the thing though,
watching Lucy he was quickly developing a taste for sweet, perky little
titties, too.  And he had the hard-on to prove it.

   "Um ... I don't really care about size," Pete said slowly, thinking that
as of the last minute and a half it wasn't precisely a lie.  But then he
spoiled it with a big fat one, "I think a girl's personality is more
important." He cringed as soon as it came out; it sounded like bullshit
even to him.  Lucy didn't seem to notice though; she just glanced at the
intercom as he spoke and then back at the mirror with a wistful smile,
maybe thinking about boys who would like her just for her personality. 
Pete didn't think that was ever going to be something she'd need to test;
he'd long since promoted Lucy up to Super-Mega-Cutie and he was currently
re-evaluating her for the position of Little-Hottie.

   Finally she abandoned her position at the mirror and pulled the purple
shift over her head, leaving her in only the white singlet and shorts. 
Pete's breath caught with surprise and delight, the singlet was tight and a
little bit short, showing him a band of sleek, tan skin around her waist
and a more detailed outline of her sweet, round titties; each one standing
out clearly, nestled in their little bra cups beneath the white cotton.  He
touched his cock in his jeans; it was hard and hot from watching Lucy
modelling in the mirror, and now it jerked spastically in the tightness of
his underpants.

   Pete was just congratulating himself on his good luck - admiring the way
the overhead lights cast alluring, curved shadows beneath Lucy's breasts -
when things changed stunningly for the better as Lucy took hold of the hem
of her singlet and peeled it up over her smooth, flat stomach to reveal a
small, soft pink bra.  Pete couldn't breathe.  The singlet came off over
Lucy's head, depositing a spray of loose black hair over her pretty face
which she flicked backwards over the top, causing those little titties to
bounce inside the perfectly crafted pink cups.  Pete was trying to look at
everything at once; her tight, flat stomach; the lovely twin mounds of her
breasts; and the flawless expanse of décolletage, framed at the sides by
the pink bra straps and perfectly smooth everywhere, except at the bottom
where there was the tiniest suggestion of cleavage; the hard bone of her
sternum in the center forming the shallowest of valleys that rose in soft
swells and disappeared tantalizingly beneath the soft, polyester cups.

   Lucy reached behind to grip the clasp of her bra and Pete's cock lurched
dangerously in his pants.  Oh my God, she's showing me her titties!

   "Lucy," he coughed into the intercom, startling the teenager and making
her pause and look at the speaker with her bra unclasped and draped loosely
over her breasts.  "What are you doing?" Pete didn't know what sort of
answer he expected.  Obviously she was doing this for him, but why?  Was it
because he said he liked girls with any size breasts and she wanted him to
see them so he prove it?

   "I'm getting ready for bed, silly," she said to the intercom.  "What
does it sound like?"

   What does it sound like?  What the fuck?  It looks like a fucking
teenage wet dream, but it doesn't sound like ... ?  Wait.  What does it
sound like?  Jesus Christ in a sidecar ... she doesn't know I can see her!

   "It sounds ... I don't know," he stammered.  "That's why I asked.  I
couldn't tell what it sounded like."

   "Well you can go back to whatever you were doing, because I'm going to
read for a while" she said, lowing the bra and revealing one of nature's
masterpieces in the making.  Pete only had a few moments to see their
miniature perfection before Lucy pulled the nightie over her head and
covered them again, and it was only afterwards as she lay reading her book
that he wished he'd taken his phone out as she began to undress and taken
some photos.  The image that was burned on his retinas was two perfectly
circular swells, heavier at the bottom than the top.  They were much
smaller in diameter than a grown woman's breasts and set further apart,
like they were making room to grow bigger and therefore closer together,
which Pete supposed was exactly what was going to happen.  They sat only an
inch or maybe an inch and a half off her narrow chest and were capped with
the tiniest pink buds that were her nipples.

   Pete's cock jerked maddeningly and he put a hand over it, almost
triggering an orgasm.  He felt a palpable loss as the purple nightie fell
over those luscious little titties and he almost missed the act of Lucy
removing her shorts.  They had a button but only the tiniest zipper, and
when Lucy undid them she still had to wiggle her hips to shimmy them down
over her lovely curves, dragging her pink panties down a couple of inches
and showing off a few wisps of downy young pubic hair and what might have
only been a shadow, but might also have been the dark cleft that marked the
beginning of her slit.

   As soon as it was shown, this gift of a vision was stolen away as Lucy
pulled her little panties back up over her young pubic thatch and let the
hem of the nightie fall over them, and Pete got nothing more than the
briefest impression of her plump pussy lips outlined beneath the pink
cotton.  He let out a shuddering breath, and as Lucy lay back on top of the
bed with her adventure book, he unbuckled his pants and pulled both them
and his underpants down to his ankles, not wanting anything to get in the
way while her jerked off to the sight and memory of this miniature goddess
in the adjoining room.

   When the shock of seeing her breasts and the hint of a pussy had passed,
Pete regained control over his cock and was able to slowly stroke it
without coming, even though he could feel the orgasm right there, hiding
just over the next hill and waiting to ambush him.  He was much harder than
he usually was watching porn, and strangely that made the edge of his
climax easier to control; he could just flex his cock and loosen his grip
if it strayed too close and let it melt slowly away.

   Lucy was facing away from him and he was concentrating his attention on
the hem of her nightie at the tops of her thighs, which must have been
covering her panties by less than an inch.  She was propped up on one
elbow, which lent her body a delicious curve over her top hip and through
her waist, and it also allowed her black hair to fall in a glossy pool onto
the pillow.  With it pulled back at the temple as well, Pete could see her
slim neck, her ear and cheek, and just the tips of her flickering black
eyelashes as she blinked.

   Being unable to see her panties was almost a blessing.  Pete was able to
imagine they weren't there; and that if her hem lifted just an inch then he
would be presented with the rosebud of her little pussy.  From there it was
just a small step to imagining himself in the room lying behind her,
running a finger through her slit and getting her so wet she finally begged
him to put his cock inside her; a request with which Pete would be
extremely happy to comply.

   He was slouched down in his chair with legs wide apart, slowly stroking
his six inches with one hand while with the other he mopped up the now
continuous dribble of pre-cum oozing from tip.  The pile of sodden tissues
on the desk was becoming quite prodigious and although his balls were
feeling swollen and full, Pete was thinking he could do this for quite a
bit longer.  Even so, he almost finished accidentally when Lucy rolled onto
her other side, now facing the mirror and therefore facing Pete.

   If he thought she had a sweet little body from behind, watching her from
the front almost blew his mind - and his load!  Being propped on one elbow
again served to accentuate all those same youthful curves he had been
admiring, but now he could see those long, slim legs up so high he could
hardly believe that her pussy was hidden.  Lying on her side, one breast
swelled towards the center of her chest giving a stronger suggestion of
cleavage, and the way the neckline hung open, Pete was tantalizingly close
to an angle where he would be able to gaze down through the gap and see the
pink sugar drop of her nipple.

   Half convinced he could make it happen, he even climbed onto the desk
with his pants off to try for that perfect sight line, but without success.
Moving over to the section of window beside the desk did improve the angle
on her hemline though, and with his head right at the edge of the glass he
could just glimpse a sliver of the pink panties covering Lucy's pussy. 
Pete found it spectacularly easy to imagine that flash of pink was actually
the folds of Lucy's little twat, wet and open and hungry for cock.

   "Pete, can you hear me?"

   Jesus!  He squeezed his cock and almost came all over the glass.  He
hadn't even noticed Lucy putting her book down.

   He hobbled back to the desk, his urge to cum settling back down again.
"Kxxxht," he made a noise like a CB radio transmit button.  "Pete here. 
Reading you five by five, Lucy.  Over."

   "Kxxxht," Lucy giggled, copying him.  "This is Lucy.  I'm reading you
five-by-five too, Pete." She followed that with some more giggles and
wriggling on the bed that pulled the hem up over her panties.  Pete could
see the pink cotton stretched over her pussy lips now.  He thought he could
sit and watch that little triangle of pink for quite some time.  "I don't
even know what five by five means ... kxxxht" she finished.

   "Five by five means loud and clear.  Kxxxht," Pete smiled; Lucy wasn't
just a hot little piece of pussy, she was fun, too.  "What can I do for
you, Luce?" He used the nickname he'd heard her mother use, hoping she
wouldn't mind.

   "I'm going to go to sleep now," Lucy said, watching the intercom with
more gravity now.

   "Sure thing, Luce," Pete said.  "The light switch is behind your bed.  A
couple of low lights stay on though for ..." For what?  So I can keep watch
and make obs?  I can't tell her that now; not after she flashed those
little titties for me.  "... so you can find the bathroom in the dark," he
finished, congratulating himself.

   "Mmmm," said Lucy indecisively, not yet reaching for the light switch,
although she did prop up one leg, parting her thighs and revealing the
silky undercarriage of her panties.  Pete thought he could see a line down
the middle where the fabric dimpled as it stretched across the little
valley of her pussy crease.

   "What's up Luce?" Pete asked, greedily eyeing that little trampoline of
pink cotton.  "Is something wrong?"

   "Did they tell you what was wrong with me?" Lucy asked.

   "Um?" Pete looked away from the magnetic vision of Lucy's panties so he
could concentrate.  "Doc Ziegler said something about ... um ...
paralysis?" Pete wasn't sure about that; he hadn't exactly been
concentrating.

   "Sleep Paralysis," Lucy confirmed.  "You probably have lots of people
come in here with it."

   "Actually, I think you're the first," Pete said.  It was true, he'd
never heard of it before today.  Mostly they treated sleep apnea and
insomnia.  "What is it?"

   "Do you have the internet where you are?" Lucy asked.  "Google `Sleep
Paralysis'.  I found out more about it that way than from the doctors or my
parents."

   "Hang on a minute," Pete said, wiping pre-cum from his fingers and
sitting back up at his computer.  He already had a browser open ready to
surf porn, so he just typed in Sleep Paralysis and clicked straight through
to Wikipedia.  "Holy crap!" he breathed.  The first think he saw was weird
enough it made him forget about the smooth, pink bud between Lucy's parted
thighs.  It was a gothic painting of a hot girl in a white nightgown, lying
limp and unconscious with a green troll-like demon sitting on her chest.

   "Did you see `The Nightmare'?" Lucy asked.  "That's the name of the
painting."

   "Yeah, that's some scary shit, Luce," he said gravely, unaware he was
swearing in front of the teenager.  "Is that what happens to you?"

   "Nuh uh," Lucy said, although she didn't sound all that happy about it.
"But some people with Sleep Paralysis do think there's something scary in
the room with them," Lucy said as Pete scanned some of the same information
on-screen.  "Other people hear noises, see moving shapes, or smell or taste
things.  But the one thing that happens to all of us is that we can't move
while it's happening because the part of the brain that stops you moving
around when you dream has kicked in, but you're not asleep, not really."

   "So what does happen to you?" Pete glanced back up at Lucy, his eyes
going immediately to her panties.  Was that a little wisp of dark hair
sticking out beneath the elastic of one leg?

   "My parents say they can hear me crying out and groaning," Lucy said,
her voice the tone of a confession.  "I told them I didn't know why, but Dr
Ziegler asked if it was because I thought there was an `intruder' in the
room.  That's the word he used, `intruder'.  I found it on the Sleep
Paralysis page on Wikipedia.  That's the one people are frightened of, the
demon."

   "But that's not what you see," Pete said, confirming what he thought
Lucy was saying.

   "I told Dr Ziegler it was," Lucy said.  "Because `intruder' was kind of
right.  Just not the way he meant it."

   Pete scanned through the article until he found mention of The Intruder.
It said, `while ISP episodes are typically associated with the intruder and
incubus visitations ...' The word `incubus' was hyperlinked, so he clicked
it, sensing that was what Lucy was hinting at.

   He had no idea what an incubus was, but the opening paragraph was pretty
clear: `An incubus is a demon in male form who, according to mythological
and legendary traditions, lies upon sleepers, especially women, in order to
engage in sexual activity with them.'

   Holy shit?  Did Lucy think a demon was fucking her in her sleep?

   "What did you mean when you agreed with him then?" Pete asked, thinking
he already had the answer.  The possibility of getting Lucy talking about
fucking had pre-cum drooling from his cock again.

   "I just meant that ..." Lucy paused, choosing her words.  "I do feel an
intruder in the room," she continued.  "Just not a scary one."

   "But you said you were crying out," Pete countered, loving where this
was going.  "Sounds like maybe you were scared."

   "Mmm," Lucy mumbled noncommittally.

   "Or was it something else?" Pete asked carefully.  "Not scared, maybe
some other feeling."

   "It's embarrassing," Lucy said quietly.

   Pete had followed another link to a Wikipedia entry called Hypnagogia
that had a paragraph on Sleep Paralysis.

   "Luce?" he began.  "I found something on the things people with Sleep
Paralysis feel.  Can I read it out and you tell me if any of these happen
to you?"

   "Uh huh," Lucy agreed, listening intently.

   Pete began to read, "Feelings of being crushed or suffocated ..."

   "Nuh uh," Lucy shook her head straight away.

   "... electric tingles or vibrations ..."

   "Sometimes," Lucy agreed.  Not like a zap, just tingly.

   "... imagined speech and other noises ..."

   "Um, maybe," she said.  "I'm not sure."

   "... the imagined presence of a visible or invisible entity ..."

   "Uh huh," Lucy gulped nervously.  "Visible."

   "... and sometimes intense emotion: fear ..."

   "Nuh uh"

   "... or euphoria and orgasmic feelings," Pete finished, smiling.

   "Um, I'm not sure what those words mean," Lucy said, but it didn't sound
much like the truth.

   "It means a kind of sexy feeling," Pete said helpfully, watching Lucy
closely.  "A really nice feeling in your ..." he searched for the
appropriate word.  "... in your privates."

   Lucy didn't answer, but her hand moved to her panties and she slowly
massaged the soft pussy lips beneath them.

   "That's nothing to be ashamed about, Luce," Pete said, watching her
fingers move the thin film of cotton over her young pussy.  He wondered
whether he might be lucky enough to see a little bead of moisture bloom on
the pink fabric.  "Everybody has dreams like that," he said.  "Especially
at your age."

   "Really?" Lucy asked.  "Did you?"

   "Sure," Pete said.  "Everybody, like I said.  Just when it happens to
you you're sort of awake.  That probably makes it feel even nicer."

   "It does," she whispered shyly.

   "So what's so bad about that?" Pete said.  "I wish I was you.  It sounds
pretty alright."

   "But what if it happens tonight?" Lucy husked.  "What if I say something
and you write it down?"

   "Oh, I see," Pete said slowly, finally realizing that this was about him
all along, not her.  "You don't want anyone to know about the real
feelings."

   "Mmm hmm," Lucy agreed.

   "Well if anything does happen," Pete thought about what would make her
happiest.  "Then I could say it sounded like you thought someone was in the
room with you.  That wouldn't be a lie, would it?"

   "Nuh uh," Lucy said, looking at the intercom with more interest.

   "And they'd just think it was the same thing they already believe," he
finished.

   "And you'd do that?" she asked hopefully.

   "If that's what you want," Pete said.  "Sure."

   Lucy sighed with relief.  "Thanks Pete." She pulled back the covers and
slid beneath them, finally hiding from Pete the sweet sight of her
panty-covered pussy.

   "Lucy, can I ask a question?" Pete said, leaning over the intercom and
watching her in the window, she hadn't switched off the lights yet.

   "What is it?" she said.

   "With your intruder," he said softly.  "What does he do that feels so
nice?"

   Lucy turned her head and looked at the intercom again with concern.

   "That's okay Luce," he said, trying reverse psychology.  "It's too
personal.  I shouldn't have asked.  I just thought maybe you wanted to talk
about it."

   "He ..." Lucy began, then she paused.  "He lies on top of me ..."

   Pete remained silent, waiting.  Rapt.

   "... and he puts his thing between my legs ... in my ... you know ..."

   "He just puts it in and leaves it there?" Pete asked, his heart
pounding.

   "He moves it around," she said softly.  "Sliding it in and out."

   "And how does that feel?" Pete asked.

   "Wonderful!" Lucy breathed.  "It's the best feeling in the world."

   "Have you ever felt that for real?" Pete asked.  "Like not in the
dream?"

   "Nuh uh," Lucy said quietly.  "That's called `having sex'.  I haven't
done it for real."

   Pete wanted to say "Do you want to?" but he stayed silent, not sure how
he could keep Lucy talking about sex.

   "I'm not a virgin though," Lucy announced.  "I don't think so anyway."

   Pete laughed, and counted himself lucky he wasn't holding down the
intercom.  How can you not be sure?

   "What do you mean, Luce?" he asked.

   "Mom has a thing in her drawer ... like a guy's thing," Lucy said.  "Do
you know what I mean?"

   "Did you try it out?" Pete asked.

   "Uh huh," Lucy said.  "But it didn't feel like with the intruder.  It
hurt."

   Mom probably has some lube too.  Should've used that.  "Did it make you
bleed?" he asked out loud.

   "A little bit," Lucy agreed.  "I looked it up.  It means I broke my
hymen, so I'm not a virgin.  But I tried it again and it still hurt, so
maybe I'm still a little bit a virgin."

   He was talking to a thirteen year old about masturbating with a
vibrator. This was fucking surreal.

   "You could always check," Pete said flippantly, thinking out loud.

   "Check?" Lucy asked.  "How?"

   "Your hymen's pretty easy to find," Pete said, thinking about pictures
of virgins he had looked up on the internet.  "You could just look in the
mirror."

   "Really?" Lucy said, sitting up in bed, excited again.  Suddenly Pete's
heart was in his mouth as he realized ahead of time what Lucy was about to
do.

   "Uh huh," Pete gulped.  "You just have to look inside your ... your
vagina ... and ... you know ... check," he finished weakly, dizzy with
excitement.

   Lucy jumped out of bed and pulled a straight-backed chair up to the two
way mirror.  She lifted her nightie and quickly skinned her pink panties
down her thighs, giving Pete a quick, heart-stopping glimpse of her pussy
before she sat down.  Then he thought his heart really might stop when Lucy
plopped onto the chair and lifted her bare feet to brace against the glass,
spreading her legs wide and allowing her nightie to puddle in her lap.

   The earlier glimpse of her sparse pubic thatch and the sight of those
pink panties stretched across her slit was no preparation for what faced
Pete now, which was the most perfect little pussy he could have imagined.
The dark hairs on Lucy's mound were thin and wispy, but the ones on her
pussy lips were almost non-existent.  Barely the suggestion of hairs at
all; they were little gossamer filaments barely half an inch long and all
smoothed down in the same direction, laying flush against her lips.

   Her pussy lips themselves looked softer than any porn star's he'd seen
on the internet; like two little pillows nestled in the junction of her
thighs.  But it wasn't the lips that were the most incredible, it was the
heavenly crease that lay between them.  Deeply dimpled at the apex where
the nub of her clitoris would be hidden away underneath, Lucy's slit was
tiny, barely more than an inch and a half from end to end, and Pete could
absolutely everything, all the way down to the puckered hole of her ass.

   It was the most exquisite and sexy thing Pete had ever seen.  All he
wanted was to run his tongue through her soft little folds and to taste her
sweet nectar before he entered her.  He had to let go of his cock and only
just avoided spraying his load before the show had even started.

   Working frantically, he moved the intercom over to the edge of the desk
where he could reach it and rolled his chair up to the glass, dropping the
gas-lift to its lowest position and putting his feet on the glass right up
against Lucy's.  Scooted down in his chair now, his swollen knob was almost
perfectly in line of sight to Lucy's tiny tight pussy, and he could already
imagine what it would look like when he came, just is if he was filling her
little cunt with cream.  He almost couldn't wait.

   Lucy placed her fingers either side of her pussy and pulled her outer
lips apart, showing an exquisite little pink slit, with the button of her
clitoris hidden near the top, and the folds of her tiny entrance - barely
the diameter of Pete's finger - closed tightly down below.

   "I don't really know what I'm looking for," Lucy said slowly, studying
her vagina with almost the same intensity as Pete.  "How can I tell if it's
still there?"

   Pete wasn't exactly sure.  He'd seen pictures with the hymen present and
clearly labelled, but it wasn't as though he'd ever gone looking.

   "Um, I'm no expert, Lucy," he said, madly trying to think of a way to
keep her legs open and maybe to start masturbating.

   "Look it up on Wikipedia," Lucy said matter-of-factly, touching a finger
to her closed entrance.

   Fuck!  Why didn't I think of that?  Double-fuck!  Computer's over there;
super-mega-cutie with a juicy, open pussy is over here.  Smartphone! 
Fucking brilliant.

   Pete grabbed his pants off the floor and fumbled his phone out the
pocket.  "Good idea, Luce.  Hang on a sec."

   Wikipedia app.  "Hymen Inspection".  Redirects to Virginity Test,
perfect.

   Pete quickly scanned the entry, looking up every couple of seconds to
make sure Lucy's pussy was okay and hadn't rushed off anywhere.  It
referenced the Two Finger Test, but Pete thought it would be easier to just
look.  He read on further, but there was no real help to be had.  It seems
that hymens come in many shapes and forms and virginity tests were
notoriously unreliable.

   He pressed the intercom.  "Hmm, Wikipedia's no help," he said.  "I don't
think this is as easy as I thought."

   "What does it say?" Lucy asked.

   "It says there's this Two-Finger Test, but it doesn't say how to do it,"
Pete replied, putting away his phone and returning all attention to his
throbbing cock and Lucy's maybe-virgin pussy.

   "Two Finger Test?" Lucy said with surprise, looking around at the
intercom.  "What am I supposed to do with them?"

   "I think you put them ... you know," stumbled Pete, "inside."

   "Ohhhhh!" Lucy's eyes lit up with understanding.  She stroked over her
little opening again and then probed gently with a fingertip.  "Ow!" she
said.  "It hurts."

   Pete was panting now; his unblinking eyes locked on Lucy's finger trying
again to penetrate her little hole.  He could see that her pussy was dry
even though she'd been playing with it for a minute or two, and he wrestled
for a few moments with the complex question of how to let her know what to
do.

   "Lu-..." his voice caught for a second, and he had to wipe away a tear
that had formed from straining his eyes without blinking.  "Lucy?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "I've found another page that might help," he ventured.

   "What is it?" she asked, glancing between the intercom and the
reflection of her stubbornly closed pussy.

   "It says here you should lick your fingers to get them wet," Pete began
tentatively.

   "Eeew!" said Lucy, frowning and screwing up her face.  "But I've been
touching my ... you know what."

   "I wouldn't worry about that," Pete said.  "People do it all the time.
Never heard of Third Base?"

   Lucy gasped and flashed her dark eyes with surprise.  "Is that real?"
she exclaimed.  "I thought it was a myth.  Putting ... things!  ... in your
mouth ... and tongues!  ... really?"

   "Really," Pete reassured her.

   "Do you do it?" Lucy asked, a lot of the vehemence almost instantly gone
from her voice.  "With your girlfriends?"

   "Uh huh," Pete lied.  Every night in my imagination.  "Girls say it
feels really nice," he finished, getting a few steps closer to the truth.

   "What does it taste like?" she asked.  No disgust now, just curiosity.

   "Everyone's different," Pete trotted out the stock answer of experienced
pussy-lickers.  "But it's usually kind of salty.  Nice."

   Lucy was looking back at her pussy now with much more curiosity, perhaps
imagining what it would feel like to have a boy's tongue in there, telling
her she tasted nice.  Pete shut the fuck up and let her work it through in
her mind; some kind of rat cunning told him that he'd done his best and
that maybe it won't be enough, but more would be worse.

   Lucy brought two fingers up to her nose; the ones she had been using
inside her slit.  She made a small movement with the corners of her mouth,
not disgust, more like resigned agreement, as if saying Hmmph, it actually
smells okay.

   Pete's own lips opened in sympathetic resonance, as if those fingers
with their heady, young aroma were going into his mouth.  A moment later
Lucy popped them into her own mouth and sucked, her nostrils flaring and
eyelashes flashing.  She left them in there for several seconds and was
clearly enjoying the new sensation.

   "Now what do I do?" she asked

   Oh-God-oh-God-oh-God-oh-God-oh-God-oh-God.  Please God make this happen.

   "Now touch yourself with them again," Pete breathed.

   Lucy held her lips apart with the index and middle fingers of her left
hand and slowly explored her open slit again with the wet fingers of her
right.  Pete could see her tiny pink lips unfold - glistening now with her
saliva - and his cock jerked desperately, wanting to dive head first into
the tight little heaven it knew awaited within.

   "It says here," Pete risked guiding her a little further, "that you
should use your wet fingers to rub in circles around your ... around the
little bud at the top.  Do you know where I'm talking about?"

   "I think so," Lucy said, her attention shifting between the reflection
and straight down at the hood surrounding her clitoris.  She sucked her
fingers again - for longer this time - and brought them away much wetter
than before.  She touched again in the middle of her slit, but this time
stroked upwards instead of lower around the opening.

   "Ohhhhhh-h-h-h," she moaned quietly, her voice beginning to break at the
end of the syllable.

   Pete opened his mouth to encourage her and a voice in his head slapped
him down.  Shut the fuck up and watch.  This will never - I repeat never -
happen again in your short miserable excuse for an existence.  Do NOT fuck
this up.

   Lucy became an expert clitoris diddler in approximately seven and a half
seconds.  She circled it two or three times like Pete suggested,
discovering how the different points around her little love button
delivered different sensations, and then she settled into a light flicking
motion back and forth across the middle rather that straight up and under,
which is probably what Pete would have done if he could get a finger or
tongue nearer the action.

   "Mmmmmmm," Lucy moaned softly, her eyes were closed and she wasn't
really inviting any discussion on her progress, so Pete just watched and
stroked his cock, his feet still resting up on the window, mirroring Lucy's
position.  He was utterly transfixed by the young girl masturbating right
in front of him, and as he watched the most beautiful transformation took
place; Lucy's delicate inner folds slowly peeled back, revealing an
entrance no bigger than Pete's thumbnail which opened into a short passage
of glistening pink flesh that was the beginning of her tight, virgin
sheath. Lucy was a certainly a virgin in the spiritual sense, though
physically he thought it unlikely.  He could see no corona at all around
that silky little hole, certainly nothing that would obstruct a gentleman
caller such as himself from sliding in and depositing a thick wad of cum in
her silky depths.

   The shallow well of Lucy's pussy began to fill with her lubricating
juices, and Pete was torn between the joy of watching her rub her clit and
the desire to escalate the scenario, to somehow encourage her into
finger-fucking and stretching her tiny hole further open.  The problem was
that she was so absorbed in her own pleasure that any word from him could
bring her out of the moment and make her stop.  Just in case she did stop,
he began recording her with his phone, perfectly framing the rectangle
defined by her angelic face at the top, her feet planted high on the glass
at the sides, and the pink paradise of her sex at the bottom, now brimming
with pussy juice and dribbling out the bottom of her slit.

   Unable to contain himself, he pressed the intercom.  "Luce, I'm just
ducking out for a toilet break.  I'll buzz you when I get back."

   Her eyes flew open as he expected but - as he had also desperately hoped
- she didn't stop.  She just acknowledged "Mmm hmm," and kept rubbing her
clit.  After a few for seconds, she asked "Pete?  Are you still there?" to
which he wisely didn't reply; he just kept watching to see what she would
do.

   Lucy regarded the silent intercom for a second and then turned her
attention back to the mirror, noticing possibly for the first time the
shallow, wet well of her pussy.  Still stroking her clit, she touched the
middle finger of her other hand between her inner lips and made a soundless
"Oh" with her lips before she tentatively pushed the fingertip inside. 
Experiencing no obvious pain, she bit her lower lip in anticipation and
slowly slid her finger deeper - up to the second knuckle - where she held
it for a few moments, puffing out excited breaths.

   Pete could see her slit flex and ripple as she squeezed with her pussy
muscles, wallowing in the exciting new sensations of her first ever vaginal
sex.  Lucy withdrew that one finger as slowly as she put it in, her pink
folds clinging and sucking as if unwilling to let it go.  She brought it to
her mouth and tasted her own juices, a richer and fuller flavor than the
dry scent of her slit from before.

   "Ohhhhh, yeeees," she murmured, her eyes closing again as she increased
the speed and pressure on her clitoris and fucked her mouth with the wet
finger, still fresh with her virgin scent.  Returning it to her entrance,
she dove inside without any of the timidity of the last time, gasping
softly as she bent and twisted it inside her, exploring and stretching her
inexperienced pussy and making room for a second digit, which she welcomed
with a soft cry, throwing back her head and moaning wordlessly to the
ceiling.

   Pete had been holding back an orgasm for a long time and he figured the
opportunity to cum wasn't going to get much better than this.  He pulled
his chair towards the glass to bring himself a little closer to Lucy's
writhing, thrumming, young body, and picked up the pace on his cock. 
Trying to hold his camera steady on Lucy's pussy, he quickly passed the
point where he knew his orgasm was a foregone conclusion, and that it would
be fruitless to hold it back any longer.  Saying a quick prayer to the
minor deity of tight, pink, thirteen-year-old pussies, Pete wished for Lucy
to orgasm with him while he strained back his own climax, building upon the
already relentless pressure in his balls to a degree that was probably
dangerous.

   "Ohhhhh-w-w-w-w-w-w!" Lucy's sigh turned into a moan and then became an
ululating cry, as her trim thigh muscles began to tremble and her feet
flexed, pointing her toes against the mirror wall.  The finger on her clit
was almost a blur now, pressed into the top of her bud and vibrating with
the intensity of a store-bought toy.  Trying to co-ordinate both hands, she
plunged the first two digits of her other hand frantically into her cunt,
bending awkwardly at the wrist to go deeper and mashing the webbing into
the delicate pillows of her young sex.

   Her eyes flew open and they appeared to lock on Pete's, staring into his
soul.  She sucked in an astonished breath.  "Oh jeepers!  Jeepers, JEEPERS,
JEEPERS!  OHHHHH MYYYYY GOOOOOOD!"

   Just the suggestion of this angelic little girl coming was enough for
Pete; he dropped his feet to the floor and leaned forward, spraying his
prodigious load onto the window and coating the image of Lucy's open mouth
with long, thick ropes of cum.  Quickly regaining his focus, he changed his
angle to watch Lucy's climax so that his spend appeared to be plastered
over her trim thighs and dripping from the pink, open wound of her cunt.

   Lucy's first orgasm was a delight to watch and Pete had the presence of
mind to steady the camera again after he lost the shot during his own
climax.  Her face was a mask of ecstatic surprise; eyes wide, nostrils
flared, and lips open in a climactic `O' that put Pete in mind of another
place he could fill with jizz as soon as he recuperated.  Her thighs
contracted and she was unable to thrust any longer with her fingers now
trapped inside, but the one on her love button continued to vibrate and her
voice warbled to its beat as she drove herself powerfully over the edge,
her long cry lowering first to a moan and then to a feral growl.  Finishing
in a breathless grunt with her hips convulsing, she fell forwards off the
chair and onto the floor, writhing and twitching as the juggernaut orgasm
ripped through her innocent body.

   "Oh holy fuck," Pete breathed to himself, surveying the sticky mess
running down the window and the young teen curled on the floor beyond,
still panting and breathing `Oh my God' over and over.  He stopped
recording on his phone and quickly reviewed the video; the exposure wasn't
great from recording through the glass, but Lucy's orgasm was every bit as
erotic as in real life and Pete foresaw many happy evenings playing it on a
loop at home on the big screen television.

   Lucy finally picked herself up and walked to the bathroom, shutting the
door behind her.  Pete took the opportunity to clean up and get dressed,
almost filling his wastebasket with spent tissues.  Might actually have to
flush those before end of shift.

   "Zat you, Luce?" he asked, punching the intercom as Lucy emerged from
the bathroom.

   "Yep," she said contentedly, her short nightie now covering her pussy
again.  "I took a powder too."

   "Did you want to keep talking about ... that thing?" Pete asked
hopefully.  You never knew, Lucy might ask him to come in so she could try
out some real cock.

   "No," she sighed.  "I'm going to go to sleep now."

   "Oh," Pete exclaimed.  "Do you think you're going to ... you know ... do
that paralysis thing?"

   "Not going to sleep," she explained, hopping between the sheets and
curling into a small ball on her side.  "It only happens when I wake up in
the morning.  Night, Pete."

   "Night, Luce."

****

   Pete had missed a log entry, so he made one up and went back to surfing
the internet, watching Lucy's sleeping form out of the corner of his eye.
He was so mellow after the joint masturbation session he didn't even go to
his favorite porn sites, just checked the news and browsed Reddit for a
while.

   Ultimately, thoughts of Lucy returned and he watched his video again
from the beginning, transferring it to the computer so that he could see it
on the larger screen.  After that, nothing was able to hold his attention
except for the small, sleeping girl on the other side of the glass, so he
simply sat and watched her sleep for twenty minutes until it was time to
record another log entry.

   Initially he typed in "Sleeping angel Lucy.  I want nothing more in this
world than to look in her eyes while I stretch her tiny hole with my cock
and fill her with cum." Then he backspaced over it with a sigh and entered
the usual drivel that they liked to see.

   When he looked up again, Lucy had moved.  She was still on her side, but
now both hands were pulled up; one under the pillow and the other resting
on the sheet in front of her face.  The position of her upper arms had the
effect of pushing her small breasts together, lending her the sort of
cleavage that she might not develop for another year.

   And the neck of her nightie was gaping open.

   Pete's heart began pounding again.  Having already seen her fingering
her wet and open pussy, Pete couldn't explain his fascination for her small
breasts.  All he knew is that there was nothing like them in porn - even
the petite porn stars still had that look that they had finished growing.
Lucy's were so obviously a work-in-progress, so young and sweet ... you
could almost watch them budding.  And the knowledge that they'd never been
cupped or tongued or worshipped by a man made the attraction that much more
enticing.

   Incredibly, he could see right down the middle and past the point where
they curved back into her narrow chest, but frustratingly he was unable to
see her nipples.  The memory of his earlier glimpse was beginning to fade
in the shadow of the much more erotic masturbation, and now he was deeply
regretting not having had the presence of mind to get some photographs. 
More frustrating still was the fact that it was just a matter of angles; he
could tell that those little pink sugar drops were on perfect display from
the correct vantage point, just not from anywhere in the observation booth.

   Pete sat and watched; waiting and hoping for Lucy to move again and
perhaps give him a view of her budding chest that was worthy of a photo or
two.

   But what if she moves and her nightie falls closed again?

   The thought haunted him.  He could stand the waiting if it resulted in a
view of her nipples - or even just the fuller curve around the sides of her
breasts - but to lose what he already had ... to lose the opportunity ...
that would be unbearable.

   The opportunity?  Just exactly what are we talking about here by
`opportunity', compadre?  Might as well admit it; if only to us folk in the
observation booth.

   "I could go in there," he said out loud, hardly any intonation in his
voice.

   There, I said it.  It's out.  So what kind of madness is that?  It's ...
well ... is it mad?  I mean, really, the girl's asleep; what could possibly
happen?  She wakes up?  We're talking about a kid with waking
hallucinations, here.  She wouldn't believe it herself in the cold light of
day, much less anyone else.  And it's not like she's going to get hurt, is
it?  Just a quick peek down her top.  Pete's camera was excellent in
low-light, so maybe a couple of Kodak memories as well.

   The more he thought about it, the more sensible it seemed.  It was
downright reasonable in fact.  Just nip in there, take a look, snap, snap,
and out again.  What would be more wrong is wasting this chance.

   So what are you still doing here?  She could move at any moment and the
opportunity will be gone!

   He needed a sign.  Something to get his ass moving.  Heads or tails. 
Pete pulled a coin from his pocket and flipped it in the air.  Heads!  He
caught it and turned it out onto the back of his hand.  Tails; fuck it!

   He looked back up at Lucy.  She hadn't moved, but now her lips were
pursed and slightly parted, and there was a gap in the center almost the
exact size and shape as the entrance to her pussy.

   I was going to pick `tails' anyway.

   Pete got out of his chair.

****

   Pete closed his eyes as he exited the booth into the brightly lit
hallway; he wanted to get in and out of Lucy's room quickly, and that meant
not fucking up his night-vision.  Finding her doorknob was a breeze, as was
silently opening it and slipping inside.

   Close door.  Open eyes.  Listen ... Silence; just the soft sound of
Lucy's breathing.  And there she was.  God, she was beautiful.  Pete
couldn't really understand why he didn't see it when he first met her.  If
he was back with her in the briefing again now, he'd be staring at the
modest swell of her little titties and adjusting the much more pronounced
swell of his boner.

   And speaking of little titties ... there they are, my friend.  Feast
your eyes.

   Pete padded silently over to the side of the bed, and sure enough he
could see straight down the neck of Lucy's nightie.  Fuck, those nipples
are amazing!  They put Pete in mind of hot chili peppers; the smaller the
chili, the more intense the flavor, or so he'd been told.  Lucy's nipples
were cotton candy pink and the size of raspberries, and the effect they
were having on Pete felt like he'd just swallowed a mouthful of habaneros;
his heart was pounding, sweat was beading on his brow, and he'd suddenly
lost the ability to inhale or exhale normally.  God, what he wouldn't do
just to take one of them between his lips.

   He took out his phone again and snapped a couple of photos, impressed at
how well they were turning out even in the low light.  After a couple of
close-ups, he pulled out to take some that included her face; the
combination of her child-like features and those lovely little titties
plumped up between her arms made for an intoxicating blend.

   You know what would be a fucking amazing photo, Pete?  Face, breasts,
and your cock poised in front of her parted lips.  Oh, fuck yeah!

   But what if Lucy opens her eyes with his boner in front of her face? 
Pete tried to remember when he'd woken up and simply opened his eyes. 
Never, that's when.  He always stretched first, maybe rolled over.  He
figured he'd get plenty of warning if Lucy was waking up.

   He took another look at the little peaks of her nipples.  Fuck it, let's
do it.

   He lowered his zip as silently as he was able, watching Lucy closely;
she didn't even stir.  His cock was so hard it was difficult to get through
the fly, so to avoid unnecessary rustling about - and to make a better
photo - he just unbuckled and dropped his jeans and underpants to his
ankles.

   Leaning his cock close to Lucy's mouth, Pete held his breath while he
framed the picture; breasts at one end, face at the other, cock poised and
lips parted ... click!  Gottit!  Fuck, that's going to be awesome!  Pete
let out the breath he had been holding and instantly froze as he saw it
disturb Lucy's hair.  Shit dude, are you trying to wake her up?

   As he watched in silent horror to see if she would stir, Lucy's tongue
snaked out and licked her lower lip.  Pete jerked in surprise and as it
disappeared back into her mouth it grazed over the tip of his cock.

   Oh ... my ... fucking ... God!  She just licked my cock!

   Pete didn't need to tell his cock; it already knew.  It was rearing and
straining and he could feel his balls boiling away as the guys down there
raised the alert level.  Get busy fellas!  We got another delivery comin'
up real soon.

   It was my breath.  Must've been.  Blowing across her face; made her lick
her lips.

   But the million dollar question: would she do it again?  And if she did,
what would happen if my cock was closer?  Like, really close?  Well Pete, I
reckon you'd get your knob licked by that little thirteen-year-old
cock-magnet, that's what I reckon.  Good fucking deal!

   Holding his cock steady at the base, Pete positioned it right at Lucy's
lips - maybe an eighth of an inch away - and blew gently down onto her
face. Nothing.  Fuck!  Thinking about how he had seen her hair move before,
Pete considered that he was being too delicate and blew a longer breath at
her, increasing the intensity until her saw her hair stir.

   Her tongue shot out again, sliding hotly down the underside of Pete's
knob before it disappeared again back inside her mouth, taking the bead of
pre-cum off the tip as it went.

   Oh God, I think I'm gonna cum.

   Pete closed his eyes and tried not to think about thirteen-year-old
hotties tonguing his cock.  It wasn't easy, but he kept the orgasm at bay.

   Pete, you need a photo of that.

   Fuck yeah!

   He lined up another shot: titties, face, cock, lips ... perfect.  He
moved as close as he dared and blew once again, long and gentle, his finger
poised over the shutter button.  Lucy's tongued his cock again and snapped
the photo, jerking a little with excitement; and when her tongue
disappeared this time, the tip of his cock ended up nestled in that little
opening between her lips.

   Oh, fuck me Jesus.  He almost jumped back, afraid of waking her by
touching her lips, but somehow he managed to hold steady.  Oh man, my cock
is almost in her mouth!  Pete was beginning to hyperventilate and forced
himself to calm down.

   Once more.  I'll just do it once more, then I leave.  Fuck getting
caught!  I don't need that shit.

   He blew on Lucy's face.  This time when she opened her mouth to lick her
lips, her tongue made its warm, wet contact with Pete's knob before it even
got to her lower lip, and at the same time her upper lip slid erotically
over the head.  He must have leaned forward because now more than half of
his cock-head was in her mouth and her lips were pursed and pouted out
around his glans.

   I'm in her mouth!  I'm in her fucking mouth!

   Pete strained his cock - trying not to cum all over Lucy - and he felt a
little dribble of jizz seep out onto Lucy's tongue - just a pressure valve
- it happened sometimes when he jerked off, too.  He felt her tongue move
beneath him, and then it undulated, wrapping around his knob as she
swallowed the little cum deposit.

   Oh Jesus!  She swallowed my ...

   Pete didn't get to finish the thought.  As soon as she completed the
swallow, reflexes and birth instinct took over and she pulled the soft teat
of Pete's knob between her lips; and poking out her tongue to underlay his
shaft, she began to suckle at his cock.  Lucy took long, searching sucks;
pulling him a little deeper into her mouth until her upper lip closed
completely over his head.  Pete felt her get a little more cum that had
been left in his shaft from his almost-orgasm and saw her swallow it down.

   She's sucking my fucking cock in her sleep!  The little cum-slut is
fucking sucking my cock in her sleep!  Oh my God, I'm going to cum in her
mouth.

   Pete strained against the orgasm, wishing there was some way he could go
deeper inside and cum down her throat.  Giving in to compromise, he let her
suck him a little deeper - just an inch and a half - and it made all the
difference.  The heat of her mouth wrapped around his cock was exquisite;
the softness of her lips and her tongue working on that sensitive zone
underneath was like he'd died and gone to heaven; the kind of heaven where
the angles have gorgeous little titties and suck your dick dry.  There was
only a small proportion of his cock in her mouth, but it was his first blow
job and it felt amazing; the sucking, the warmth, the wetness; and it was
all wrapped up in the sexiest little package, slurping down his cum and
parading her smooth Barbie-doll titties for him.

   Pete felt himself tip over the edge.  The next time he released the
pressure on his cock - which had to be in the next few seconds - cum was
going to spray out.  Either he pulled out and doused his wad all over
Lucy's face, or he let her suck him dry.  Either way she might wake up. 
Indecision made his mind up for him; unable to hold out any longer, he
relaxed and with a low groan he felt his balls swell and the first wave of
cum began to gush into the girl on the bed.  As she swallowed that first
vanguard, Pete flexed again and pumped the main load into her waiting
mouth, grateful that her throat was closed and that he didn't choke her. 
Lucy didn't spill a drop.  She slurped and sucked at Pete's throbbing shaft
as he emptied great, hot wads of cum in her, which she quickly swallowed
and then mined for more.

   As he softened and became more pliant, it got more difficult to control
his depth in Lucy's mouth, and he watched with mingled horror and ecstasy
as she sucked his wilting cock deeper, pulling him into the back of her
mouth and milking him with her tongue, squeezing out the last few drops and
treating him to the whole-of-cock blow job that he wished for before he
came.  But he couldn't let her keep this up.  Even flaccid he was big
enough to choke her; and he knew if he left it inside her mouth he'd be
hard again in a few minutes, and then his growing cock would drive down her
throat.  With great reluctance, he pulled back with his hips, working
against Lucy's suction until his dick popped free, now purple and swollen
from her powerful action.

   Lucy licked her lips and moaned in her sleep, then she sighed and for a
terrifying second Pete thought she would open her eyes, but she just
smacked her lips and rolled over.

   Pete began to breathe again.  Fuck me, that was close.  He bent down,
pulled up his pants, and held them closed with one hand while he retreated
from the room.

   Fuck it!  I can't believe I didn't video that!  Next time.

   Pete smiled to himself and recorded an hourly observation, "Best BJ
ever; the girl craves cock".

   Hmm.  Have to delete that later.  But the night wasn't over yet.

****

   Pete settled back into his designated role of night tech; recording his
observations, surfing the net, and daydreaming about Lucy.  Would they
marry?  How would they deal with the age difference?  They could fuck at
Pete's place all day, every day if Lucy skipped school, so it shouldn't be
too hard to keep it a secret; he'd just need to start cat-napping at work.
It's not like that had never happened ... the cat-napping, of course, not
the fucking.  The fucking had never happened, but it was just a matter of
time now that Pete knew what cum-hungry little slut Lucy was.  A virgin she
may well be, but that wasn't a situation likely to last for a girl with a
tight little pussy and a taste for cock.

   Pete could just imagine teaching the little minx how to fuck (and
himself at the same time).  Let her practice swallowing his cock until she
could get it all the way down her throat; show her how to lube up her
little titties and hold them together for him to fuck while she chased his
cock head with her tongue; maybe even take a couple of days off to build up
a big load and blow it inside her so hard that cum squirted out her cunt
while he was still pumping it in.

   Pete loved the sight of cum on a girl, or even better, in a girl. 
Creampie compilations might just be his favorite videos, and he felt a bit
cheated that Lucy had managed to slurp up his entire package.  Can you
imagine one of those photos with a rope of sticky cum trailing down her
chin?  Pete could imagine it; he'd spent quite a bit of his daydreaming
time browsing his little collection of photos and tagging his favorites. 
He thought maybe he could PhotoShop in a little drool of cum, but he also
understood it would lack impact without the actual memory to back it up.

   All these thoughts had made him hard again and his attention gradually
shifted from his photos and daydreams to the small, sleek girl under the
blanket just a few feet away.  She'd moved a few times since he left the
room, and although she was still faced away from him, the bedcovers had
started to bunch up and now they only just covered her ass.  If they lifted
another two or three inches, Pete would be able to see her trim thighs and
the hem of her nightie.

   That little pink ball on the floor.  That's her panties.  If that
bedcover lifts a little more, you might just see more than a bit of thigh,
my friend, because that nightie's not very long.  And she's been shifting
around.  Pete slept in a t-shirt, and fuck knows it rode up on him all the
time.  Lucy's nightie probably did too.

   You know what'd be easy?  Just nip in there, lift the covers a bit and
check.  Maybe leave them that way and come back in here.  If her nightie
hasn't ridden up, so be it; but it might later on.  Think of it as an
investment in your future.  But if it has ridden up then maybe we can snap
a couple of shots of her pussy, maybe bring out the star of the last show
for a cameo.

   God, a photo of his cock, beading pre-cum right in front of her tiny
love-nest.  That would be mucho sweet, muchachos.  I wonder if she's still
opened up from before.  One way to find out!

   Pete didn't go through the same crisis of indecision as last time; as
soon as he'd thought of the idea, he'd pretty much committed to it.  With a
last look through the glass at Lucy's sleeping form, he got up and almost
skipped to the door.  Eyes closed in the light-filled corridor, through the
door, moving swiftly and silently, Pete was filled with confidence and
anticipation.  He didn't feel any of the fear or reticence as last time; in
fact he had a little fantasy scenario in his head where Lucy actually did
wake up and ask him to hop in bed with her so she could get back to sleep.
Sure thing, Luce, he'd tell her, stripping off his clothes and sliding in
behind her completely naked.  And then she'd reach behind, grumbling about
the hard lump in her butt, and she'd grab his cock and steer it into the
soft little triangle where her thighs met, sighing happily at the snug fit
and the throbbing weight running down the rapidly moistening length of her
young slit.  Pete's let out a shaky breath and banished that image from his
mind.

   This was going to be too easy.  The covers were only draped over her
hip, so just lift them up and ... Oh, God she is lovely!  Pete took a
couple of slow breaths just to prove to himself that he could.  Lucy's
nightie actually was bunched up beneath her, but on top it was pulled most
of the way down over her hip.  The result was a tantalizing, sexy mix of
naked thighs, half exposed ass cheeks, and the tiny rosebud of her virgin
sex cradled in the middle.  Pete laid down the bedcover - leaving her
exposed - and lined up his camera for a super close-up on that little
honey-pot.  It was extraordinary; the fine peach-fuzz hairs on her lips
were all smoothed down, and he could make out every single one in the shot,
which was zoomed in to around three-times life-size.  The lips themselves
looked so plump and soft and utterly lickable; he wanted to suck them into
his mouth and get them all pink and excited, glowing with vital youth and
ready to welcome his cock into the silky opening that they guarded.

   Her entire sex was small and plump - no bigger than an actual rosebud -
and he marveled again at the tininess of her slit, just a short crease
two-thirds of the way down the center with the pink wingtips of her inner
folds now peeking out after her earlier excitement.  He conjured up a
memory of her entrance - literally thumb-nail sized - and tried to imagine
it stretching and expanding, yawning wide to accept a man-sized cock.

   I need that photo.

   Pete dropped his pants in silence this time, having cleverly unzipped
before he entered the room.  Putting the tip of his cock close to Lucy's
slit, he snapped off a couple of shots from different angles, his dick
flexing and straining to be so close to the object of its obvious desire. A
heavy bead of pre-cum strung out from the end and landed on the uppermost
pussy-lip, and as gravity pulled at it, it made a slow, tortuous path down
towards her slit.  Pete got another close-up just before it trickled in,
and then it melted into the short line of her crease.

   "Fucking awesome," he mouthed silently to himself.

   He stroked his cock and deposited a few more drops onto Lucy's pussy,
building up the volume and making her cunt glisten as if with her own
juices.  Lucy didn't move.  Another big drop built up and moving with
infinite care, Pete laid it on one pink wingtip of her inner lips without
touching his cock to her.  Still she didn't stir.

   His heart was drumming in his ears now; this was much more than he
intended ... and soooo much sweeter.  He had to touch her.  Just had to.

   Holding his cock up and treating it to a dozen long, slow strokes, Pete
built up another big droplet and then steeled himself.

   I'm about to touch my first pussy.

   And he knew exactly where he wanted to put it; right in the middle
between those pink inner lips, because behind those is her opening.  Just
the thought of being at the threshold of that tight little sheath (she
buried her fingers in there and drove herself to that shuddering orgasm)
had Pete's balls boiling again, and he was already thinking about cumming
over that plump little rosebud.  And the photos ... Lucy's sweet cunt
coated in creamy jizz ... oh my fucking God!

   Gently, gently, he touched the bead to the center of her sex and they
were finally joined with just that microscopic layer of cock-juice between
them.  He held there, barely able to breathe lest his knob come away, then
almost exploded when he felt that first feather of contact.  Oh fuck, I'm
touching a pussy!  And she's not waking up.  She's not fucking waking up!
Pete flexed his shaft and his knob swelled prodigiously, making fuller
contact with her pussy lips and spreading his now streaming pre-cum through
her slit.

   It might have been the slight pressure of his cock or Lucy's earlier
exertions, but he could see that the clamshell of her pussy wasn't
completely closed.  Her slit was actually a dark crevice and the temptation
to open her lips and nuzzle his knob between those warm, plump little
pillows was irresistible.  Vigilant for movement from the girl, Pete pushed
his slick cock-head slowly into her virgin cunt, parting her young lips
like a silken purse until he met the soft resistance of her tight opening.

   Oh, Christ, don't cum yet!  Pete strained his poor, tortured balls to
stop from spraying everywhere.  Photo!  His mind screamed at him.  Do not
miss this!  How many guys have a picture of their cock in its first pussy?
None, that's how many.  Because it doesn't fucking happen!  Not that he was
actually in Lucy's cunt; that would take the fucking prize.  But having his
dick sandwiched between those tight, little-girl cunt-lips was fucking
close second.

   He heard her take a sighing breath.  Fucking hurry!  It was hard to line
up the shot without taking his cock out of Lucy's pussy lips (and that's
not going to fucking happen!), and it took a couple of attempts trying to
get the framing right but he finally got one he could be happy with.  Lucy
moaned softly in her sleep and moved her hips slightly, angling them back
towards Pete's throbbing shaft.  Fuck!  Don't wake up.  Don't wake up!  He
held still, not daring to even breathe with his knob still three-quarters
inside the sleeping teen.

   Lucy settled again.  What do I do?  What do I fucking do?  Option one:
get the fuck out of here.  Clearly that's the smart choice.  Option two:
grab Lucy by the hips and fuck her brains out.  Clearly that's the dumb
choice.  Was there an option three?  What if ...?  Just hear me out, Pete
me ol' pal; hear me out.  What if ... just saying ... we leave our cock in
the girl and just ... you know ... jerk off until we cum?  What about that
idea?  Pete couldn't believe what he was contemplating, but his cock could;
it swelled and reared and almost sprung free of Lucy's soft, little pussy
lips.  It would have too, if he wasn't holding it.  He could already
imagine his cum pouring into her slit and filling it like a tiny éclair. 
He didn't think about cleaning her up afterwards; didn't want to, either.
Worry about that later.  Worst case, if Lucy woke up with a cunt-full of
cum, who was she going to tell?  Shit she's only thirteen, she'll think
it's some kind of reaction from fingering herself earlier.  And with a
shiver, Pete realized the truth of that thought; Lucy would blame herself.
She'd wake up with a big load of Pete's jizz all though her cunt and
plastered over her downy peach-fuzz and she'll think it came out of her
pussy.

   This one is going on video.  Pete switched his camera to video mode and
pressed record, trying to hold the frame steady with one hand while he
experimentally stroked his cock with the other.  Talk about fucking
dexterity!  Pete silently wished he'd persisted with piano lessons as a
child.

   Trying to hold his cock in a flexed state so that it wouldn't jerk
against Lucy's opening, he set to giving it long, slow strokes, squeezing
from the base and pulling forwards, his sticky pre-cum drizzling into
Lucy's slit and making her entire cunt glisten with his slick lubrication.
His dick wanted to slide out and he had to struggle to keep it in place,
adding another ounce or two of pressure to form a dimple in her little
entrance to hold him.

   That sensation was building again in his balls.  He'd cum twice already,
but he'd been hard for over an hour so he knew he had a big, powerful wad
ready for her, and the slow jerking-off almost guaranteed it as well.  He
wanted to speed up but couldn't, not without waking Lucy, and he was so
close to the edge, straining on his cock but unable to trip the switch.

   Lucy moaned again in her sleep - erotically by the sound - and weakly
ground her hips, making it difficult for Pete to follow her without
slipping out of her entrance.  Fuck!  Don't wake up, I'm nearly there.  She
must have been having a dream about the pleasure and pressure in her pussy.
He strained again, his knob angry and purple, swelling massively and
splitting her plump cunt-lips open like a melon.

   Nearly ... there!  Pete risked jerking a little faster and pushed harder
against Lucy's virgin pussy to hold the other end steady.

   The girl whimpered softly; whatever her dream-lover was doing, it was
something she liked.  She moved around under the covers and pushed back
against Pete, doubling the pressure at the point where his cock-head met
her pussy, and with a heart-stopping rush he felt her cunt begin to open.
Not moving forwards or backwards, nor altering the pressure, Pete stared
with wide, wild eyes - checking and double-checking the camera was
recording while Lucy unconsciously backed herself onto his throbbing tool.

   Oh Jesus-fuck!  It's going in!  It's going into her cunt!

   She was so tiny and tight; Pete felt like the soft skin of his cock-head
was being extruded through a drinking straw.  As more of his dick went into
her, her plump lips stretched and spread wider, hugging his shaft while bit
by bit his knob worked its way into her hole until finally it disappeared
inside her.

   That was it for Pete.  This wasn't just touching your cock to a girl's
pussy, this was fucking - the genuine article.  He wasn't a virgin anymore
and neither was Lucy; she had a cock in her little pussy and he had the
video to prove it.  He couldn't take it anymore; and to the erotic sounds
of Lucy whimpering and moaning, he finally tipped over the edge and came,
his iron rod jerking and spasming and filling with cum.  With Lucy's
un-stretched hole nearly cutting off his blood supply, the first spurt
didn't even get past his knob and Pete thought he'd nearly burst from the
pressure.  When he released for the second pump, it felt like a reservoir
in the base of his cock was filling up with cum, and then he flexed with
every muscle in his groin to empty it.  His knob almost exploded with the
pressure as he finally broke through the seal where Lucy's hole sucked
tight around his shaft, and thick, white cum poured into her tiny body. 
Now that she was opened up, she stayed that way, and Pete pumped three,
four, then five long, hot waves of spunk into her sleeping body, groaning
with the effort and trying not to cry out.  When his spasms weakened, he
milked his cock with his hand, stroking it down the length and emptying the
last of his seed into her, and all the while she moaned and rolled her
narrow hips, dreaming whatever thirteen-year-olds fantasized about
happening to their virgin pussies.

   Softening now, Pete checked the framing of the camera and gently
withdrew his knob from Lucy's sex, moving slowly and allowing her hole to
pinch shut again over the rounded dome of his cock-head.  As he pulled
free, he was delighted to see a bead of cum the size of a melon seed in the
center of her glistening, pink entrance, and he moved the camera in for a
super close up.

   Oh my God, her little cunt drank up every drop!

   Pete had felt it gush through his cock, so he knew he'd cum inside her.
She was just so tight it couldn't find its way out.  He imagined her silky
sheath filled with jizz like a water balloon - slowly deflating as it
leaked into her womb - and he shivered with renewed passion.  Fuck it, he
wanted to get back in there and pump her again; fill her with cock this
time and feel all that jizz spill back out her hole and onto her thighs.

   But not right now...

   Pete briefly contemplated draping the bedcovers back over Lucy's
nakedness, but that pearl nestled in her open lips bade him to leave her
uncovered.  Hoisting his jeans and holding them closed, he retreated again
to his booth.

****



   Oh God, that was fucking amazing!  You fucking stud!

   Pete was watching the video of his cock-head pushing into Lucy for about
the hundredth time.

   Yeah!  Fuck that little slut!  God, she loves it!

   Deep down, Pete understood that as far as fucking goes, getting your
knob inside and then cumming was not exactly studly; just as he knew that
Lucy's unconscious reaction to the stimulation of her pussy not only didn't
make her a slut, it didn't even make her a willing participant.  But at
some level he also understood that acceptance of these facts made him not
just a child molester but also a rapist, so he chose not to think about it.

   Besides, there was so much more to capture his attention, not least of
all the extraordinary video.  He had already cut it into a super slo-mo
movie on his computer and was now working on another video, running his
penetration of Lucy's cunt forwards and backwards in a loop to simulate a
much longer and more impressive fucking, finished of course with his
ejaculation, withdrawal, and that first class creampie.  That creampie,
yes; the one that was now both haunting and thrilling him in roughly equal
measures.  The one bead of cum in her entrance hadn't stayed that way. 
Over the following half hour, more had leaked out, and in an effect that
Pete couldn't have planned better if he'd tried, it slowly filled the
length of her slit and thickened into a pearlescent still-life sculpture,
seemingly frozen in mid-drip from her oozing cunt onto her thigh and the
sheet below.  It wasn't frozen, of course; it was moving, just too slow for
the eye to detect.

   As wonderful as it was to watch her open, cream-filled pussy, Pete
realized how exposed he was.  What if someone walked into the booth and saw
him watching a thirteen-year-old with cum dripping from her cunt?  Lucy
might not realize what caused the sticky mess oozing from her loins, but it
wouldn't take an adult too long to work out what had happened.

   So he should fix it, right?  Go in there and clean her up?  Wipe up the
pool on the bedsheet and then cover her up?  Sure, but she was still
fucking dripping.  He might only get one chance and if she woke up with him
in the room and a pussy still full of cum, then he was finished.  But if he
waited until the flow had stopped and mostly run down her thigh, then he
could mop up the pool first, then give one quick wipe of her cunt lips and
get out while she was still stirring.

   It looked like it was maybe finished now.  It had been three full hours
since he left the room and at least fifteen minutes since she last dripped.
She was probably empty, but then again she might do nothing more than
clench her cunt-muscles and squirt a fresh stream of jizz out onto her
thigh.

   The thing was, morning was approaching.  If he didn't do something soon
then she might wake up on her own, but if she slept late then her parents
might arrive and see her flagrant (... rape!...) post-coital state.

   Fuck it, I'll work it out when I've finished cutting the video!  Pete
was reviewing the edit of his cock-head sliding in and out of Lucy's pussy,
and he had been hard again for quite some time.  He'd already cum three
times, and while that wasn't a record, the hardness of his cock and his
readiness for a forth release was pretty impressive.  The problem is, Pete,
how do you follow a blow job and a bareback creampie fuck with a
thirteen-year-old?  Having only been knob-deep in each of his two favorite
holes, Pete knew exactly how he wanted to follow it up: a long, deep fuck
with Lucy's ankles over his shoulders and his balls slapping her ass.

   A low noise from the intercom caught Pete's attention; he looked up from
the computer, but Lucy hadn't moved.  He leaned closer to the speaker and
listened carefully.  Silence ... at first, but then - just as he began to
think it had been his imagination - there was a short, vocal gasp, sort of
a cross between a sigh and a moan.

   Oh fuck, she's waking up.  No wait, that's a good thing ... maybe.  If
she wakes up, she'll clean herself up before anyone arrives and save me the
effort.

   Lucy released a longer moan - definitely not a sigh this time - and
began to move, rolling onto her stomach in the middle of the bed.  Pete
heard her breathing pick up, and within a minute she was moving and moaning
almost constantly, her hips grinding in slow circles that Pete associated
immediately with sex - and not just because it was on his mind.

   It's a dream!  She's fucking again in a dream!  Pete watched intently,
wondering whether he would be treated to another show of Lucy climaxing in
front of him.  Or ... wait a minute ... it could be that Sleep Paralysis
thing?  She as good as said that she had hallucinations of some guy coming
into her bedroom and fucking her while she watched, frozen and unable to
move.

   Was that happening right now?  Did Lucy think someone was fucking her?
This was an entirely hotter proposition than a dream; to watch her dreaming
of sex was one thing, but to watch her lie there awake and helpless while
her young body was ravaged by an imaginary lover.  Oh, dude, that's sweet!

   Lucy rolled onto her back and spilled the bedcovers off her body.  Her
nightie was still pulled up from when Pete was in there, so he could see
everything (well, almost everything - those lovely titties were covered
again), and if there was any doubt about the sexual nature of what was
happening to her, then it would have been instantly dispelled by a quick
look between her open legs.  Pete thought there could be nothing prettier
than the cum sandwich he had been gazing at up until a few minutes ago, but
he might need to revise that opinion.  Lucy was aroused.  Really aroused!
She had her feet drawn up and her knees apart, pulling her thighs wide open
and stretching back the outer lips of her pussy.  No longer a dark crevice;
her slit was now pink and open and glistening with her natural lubrication,
the last of Pete's cum having rubbed off when she rolled over.  The tiny
bud of her clitoris was poking out and her inner folds lay spread,
revealing the tiniest heart-shaped opening.

   God, did my cock really fit in there?

   Pete realized that the soft flesh of his knob was an easier squeeze than
the thick meat of his shaft, but even so ... Fuck, it's tiny!  And my God,
so perfect!

   There was no way Pete was going to watch this from the booth.  The cover
story was already forming in his head as he ran for Lucy's door.  The girl
sounded distressed so he went to check on her.  Most natural thing in the
world, right?  No way could he have foreseen she'd have her panties off and
her legs spread.

   He closed the door behind him and went to the foot of her bed where he
could look straight down the barrel of her wet and open sex.  So lovely ...
and so ready!  Lucy was slowly undulating her hips in a convincing display
of rising to meet a gently thrusting cock; moaning and gasping her obvious
pleasure.  Pete's gaze travelled up her slim form, stopping briefly to
enjoy the outline of her erect nipples beneath the nightie, and then
further up to her parted, gasping lips and ... oh Jesus fuck ... her eyes!
Open!  And staring back at Pete.

   "Lucy?" he said, suddenly fearful again of being caught.  "Are you
okay?"

   No response, she just lay there staring; but right at him!  That was the
most unsettling thing, she was definitely aware of him.

   "Luce?  Can you hear me?" Still no response.  Well not no response,
exactly; she was still slowly pumping her hips and moaning, and if anything
her pussy was even wetter than when he came in.  Pete moved to his left and
Lucy tracked his movement with her eyes.  Weird!  Hot, but weird.

   "Sweetheart?" He walked up beside the bed and sat on the edge, watching
her small, aroused body.  "Is there something you want?" There was
something Pete wanted, and he began to wonder if Lucy wanted the same thing
too, but she didn't give any indication.  "Honey?" he asked softly, placing
his hand on her smooth, firm stomach underneath the hem of her nightie. 
"Can I do something for you?"

   No response.  Just moaning and sighing.  Hey, it wasn't a `No', right?
Her skin was so warm and soft beneath his palm.  Greedily eyeing the
outline of her nipples, he slid his hand upwards beneath the nightie and
cupped one small breast in his fingers.

   "Is this what you want, Luce?" he asked softly.  "Do you want me to do
this?" He stroked his thumb over the hard peak, adding a pitch of desperate
satisfaction to her moans.  "That is what you want, isn't it?  You like
that!" Pete pinched her nipple and Lucy vocalized a small cry; her hips
lifting briefly off the bed.

   "Let's get a closer look at these titties," Pete said, taking Lucy's
nightie in both hands and sliding it up to her shoulders.  "You just say
stop when I'm doing something you don't like, okay beautiful girl?"

   Her immature breasts were every bit as gorgeous as he remembered, but
now the bunched up nightie covered that lovely, smooth décolletage that
linked the youthful beauty of her face to the tiny perfection of her
titties, so it had to go.  He pushed it over her head and then threaded her
arms through the holes, and now she was completely naked, hopelessly
aroused, and helplessly paralyzed before him.

   She was like a mannequin.  Not thinking now, just acting, he raised her
hands to the bedhead and tied them loosely with the discarded nightie.  Not
that this was necessary, she was completely helpless already, but the light
bondage was just sexier and it lifted her supple young breasts and drew
them together, making them even perkier - if that was even possible.

   Pete bent down and kissed her nipples; and then sucking each small
breast into his mouth, he gently nibbled at the tips, following Lucy's
moans to learn what she liked.

   God, she loves it!  She's a little slut and she loves it!

   Still kissing her breasts, he moved one hand down to explore her sex.

   Fuck, it's tiny!  Her entire vulva nestled in the cup of his three
middle fingers.  With her inner folds peeled back, he could feel the heat
and wetness pouring out of her core, and the tip of his middle finger
unerringly found its source.  The glistening, soft flesh of her opening
beckoned him onwards, and he raised his head to look into her eyes as he
entered her.

   "Ohhhhh-h-h-gh-gh-gh!" Her moan transformed into a deeply satisfied
grunt and he pushed the first two joints into her hole.  And tight?  Oh,
good Lord, it was unbelievable!  Enough pressure and heat to create
diamonds!  He actually had to push harder to get the knob of his second
knuckle past her entrance.

   Pete had thought the inside of a pussy would feel like sucking your
finger, but it wasn't the same.  It wasn't just the soft, rippling flesh of
her vagina; it was the closeness.  It was like the difference between being
tucked into bed and being wrapped tightly in a blanket.  Lucy's pussy clung
so tightly everywhere; all the way around and even on his fingertip.  He
fucked her slowly with his middle finger, marveling at how she clung to him
as he withdrew and rose to meet his return stroke, crying softly as his
knuckle passed into her.

   "Do you want something bigger, Luce?" he asked quietly.  "You moan for
me, baby, moan for me if you want some cock?"

   He pushed his middle finger all the way into the webbing, brushing the
swollen nub of her clitoris with his thumb as well.  Lucy cried in wordless
pleasure and pumped her small hips into his hand.

   "I thought so, sweetie," he reassured her, quickly unbuckling his pants
while he continued to finger-fuck her.  "I'll give you what you need; don't
worry.  Do you want me to cum inside you?"

   Lucy continued moaning and watching him with desperate, plaintive eyes.

   "You do, don't you?" he smiled, taking a pillow from behind her and
lifting her small body to prop it under her hips.  "You love cum, isn't
that right?  You want me to fill your little cunt with creamy spunk?  Let
me get right in deep and blow inside you?  Yes?" He stroked a thumb over
her clitoris making her tremble all over.  "Don't you worry sweetie, I've
got a huge load ready and I'm gonna get it way down deep."

   Naked from the waist down, Pete climbed onto the bed between Lucy's open
thighs, which he lifted and walked his knees up until the base of his
erection pressed into her steaming slit.

   Fuck!  How is this going to work?

   His cock laid over the downy hair of her mound and reached most of the
way up to her navel.  There was no way it was all going to fit, but that
wasn't the immediate problem: he had to get his cock through her opening
first.  It seemed laughable; he could feel her opening stretch to take just
one finger, but his cock was the width of two fingers, and deeper as well.

   "I'm going to fuck you now, Lucy," he told the girl, locking eyes with
her while he positioned his cock-head at her entrance.  "You be a good girl
and open up wide; take in as much dick as you can, okay honey?  Then I'll
give you all that juicy cum you want, alright?  All the way, deep inside."

   As before, he began to apply pressure, pushing his glans against her
entrance; and as before, she rose to meet him with her hips, gasping and
pressing harder as his slippery cock-head slowly opened her up and
disappeared into her cunt, pausing when the purple head was fully inside.
Lucy's cheeks were puffing out with her elevated breathing and her pussy
was literally crushing his knob, squeezing it down the narrow canal of her
sex.

   Pete said a silent thanks for the several orgasms he'd already had that
night, because under normal circumstances (normal?  really?) he'd be on the
verge of cumming, but he felt in control and ready to give Lucy the long,
leisurely fucking she yearned for.

   "That's just the tip, sweetheart," he told Lucy.  "The rest of it is lot
thicker.  Get ready, baby, cos this is going to stretch your little pussy
some."

   Pete spat on his fingers and smeared saliva around his shaft, moving his
cock-head in and out of Lucy's opening to combine it with her juices.

   "Here we go, gorgeous." Pete closed both hands around the narrowest part
of her waist to gain leverage against her hips and slowly increased the
pressure on Lucy's pussy.  The girl's choofing breath turned into excited,
vocal gasps and her eyes widened, showing the whites all around as she
stared incredulously at Pete.  "That's it, baby," he praised her.  "You're
doing great.  Just keep stretching that little pussy." He watched the pink
rim of her entrance stretch around his shaft, turning pale as the thick
meat of his cock pushed into her young body.  The pressure was
extraordinary; even if he got all the way in, he wasn't sure how he was
going to get it out.

   "You're nearly there, Luce," he breathed.  He was about two inches
inside and nearly at the thickest part of his cock, and then all of the
sudden the resistance melted away and he slid effortlessly into her
steaming sheath, touching down at the back of her pussy with more than two
inches of cock to spare.  Lucy grunted with combined relief and passion as
the stretching ceased and the hot, inner reaches of her love canal peeled
back to welcome their first cock.

   Pete looked down in amazement, just a short stump of thick cock showing
and Lucy's hole stretched almost to breaking point, yawning around his
shaft with the plump pillows of her pussy lips bulging out around the
outside in exaggerated parentheses.  The four inches buried in her pussy
felt like King Arthur's sword in the stone; he tried to move his hips, but
he was locked in so tight he just couldn't.  And pulling out was like
trying to take off a pair of wet boots; her cunt sucked at his meat and
clung so tight he thought he'd pull her inside out.  He needed more
leverage.

   Lying down on top of her, he balanced on one elbow and slipped his
forearm beneath her, cradling her thin torso, and with the other he removed
the pillow from beneath her bottom and held both small cheeks in his hand.
She was so tiny beneath him; the top of her head only came up to his chin
and he could feel her breath on his chest.  "Here we go, Luce," he
whispered, kissing her on the crown.  "I want you to try and take it all,
sweetie.  Can you do that for me?"

   Lucy didn't say anything, but she moaned as he stirred the tip of cock
in her entrance.

   "Good girl," he said, then he slid back inside, much more easily this
time.  Lucy wailed with pleasure when he touched down deep inside her,
probing the deepest reaches and getting a feel for her elasticity.  He felt
her pussy stretch as he pushed a little deeper and some more of his shaft
discovered the wet perfection of her sheath.

   Having found her depth, he started fucking; slowly at first, gently
gliding in and out, relishing the tight suck of her opening clinging to his
shaft with every withdrawal; then he began to increase the pace and Lucy
responded by meeting his thrust with her hips, driving up onto his cock and
gasping as every breath was driven from her chest with a whoosh and a
passionate cry.

   He could hear her cries beginning to peak towards a crescendo and the
thought that he might make the girl come on her first fuck only heightened
his excitement.  He felt in perfect control of his cock; it was hard and
thick and warming to the delicious friction of Lucy's tight pussy, and even
fucking at this pace he felt like he could control the timing of his
orgasm. Just so long as Lucy came in the next minute or so.

   Her tiny body cradled in his arms felt so sweet and defenseless.  He was
fucking her fast but not hard, although she was meeting every stroke and
obviously loving it when he touched down inside and pushed back her cervix,
stretching her pussy deeper.  Squeezing her tight little butt in one hand
and wrapping the fingers of his other one over her shoulder for leverage,
he increased his stroke, driving her body onto his cock and pumping hard
into her tiny cunt, burying himself almost to the hilt and powering her to
the brink of orgasm.

   "Oh, oh, oh, uh-huh, uh-huh!" Her breathless cries almost took the form
of words as her climax crested.  Pete could feel the muscles in her thighs
quiver and knew she was about to come.  Hugging her tiny body to his chest,
he drove his cock into her hard and fast, straining his balls and screaming
silently at them `Now, do it now!'

   Lucy's thighs lifted and her ankles locked behind Pete's thighs,
dragging him deeper until finally his pubis touched down on her pillowy
pussy lips; his cock-head mashing into her cervix wall.

   "Oh God, it's happening.  It's finally happening," Lucy croaked beneath
him.

   What the fuck!

   Pete raised up onto his elbow to look at Lucy's beautiful face beneath
him.  She was looking up into his eyes with a mix of greedy lust and
thankful bliss.

   "Please!" she gasped.  "Inside me ... you promised."

   "Oh Go-o-o-o-o-d!" Pete's cock leaped ad his balls throbbed massively.
Straining against the release, he pumped Lucy another half a dozen stokes,
as deep as he could possibly be with her cervix straining and dilating
beneath his pounding cock.  "Here you go, sweetie," he groaned.  "Here it
comes."

****

   Lucy thrust her hips up into his, angling her hips to get his throbbing
meat deeper into her cunt, then she held him there, clinging to him with
her ankles.  "Fill me!" she cried as her tiny body shuddered through the
release of orgasm.

   And he did.  Pete's balls unloaded powerfully in her overstuffed hole,
spraying cum hot and thick into the back of her cunt and through the
dilated opening into her womb.  The pressure of his cock and his
ejaculation combined to open her up and the tip of his cock slipped moistly
inside that most intimate opening.  Four more thick ropes of jizz painted
the inside of her womb white with sticky cum, and Lucy threw back her head,
crying out with release; her cunt finally full of cock and dripping with
hot spunk, just as she had imagined every morning for the last fortnight.

   But this was no hallucination.  It was a real cock and it filled her
real cum, hot and vital, deep in her core.  Her pussy squeezed Pete's cock
with orgasmic contractions, milking the last of his seed into her young
womb.

   She unwound her hands from the loosely tied knot on the bed-head and
grabbed Pete by the hair, bending him down to her lips for her second-ever
kiss, tasting his shock and surprise and loving it.

   She released him with her ankles and he slipped free, but there was no
creampie this time - his spunk was too deep inside her.

   "I want your tongue.  Show me what Third Base feels like," she breathed,
breaking their kiss and smiling.  "Then I want turn on top."

THE END