When my wife and I divorced a few years ago it hadn't been an
amicable split.

Wanting to surprise her, I'd taken a day off of work in the
middle of the week and my plan was to come home and have a
romantic day with her. I'd even gone so far as to leave for work
as I normally would. I drove into town and bought some flowers
for her before turning around and driving home. My eyebrows had
furrowed when I pulled onto our street and saw a car in our
driveway. As I got closer I saw the license plate that matched
her boss's plate. She worked in real estate and often worked from
home so they were likely having a meeting.

It was some meeting.

I walked through the front door and was treated to my topless
wife on her knees and blowing her boss who had both hands on the
back of her head and was using his leverage to push himself deep
inside of her. My wife had her eyes closed and was enjoying this
quite a bit obviously. That changed when she opened her eyes and
saw me standing there, angry.

A lot of things happened very quickly. After a few seconds, her
boss was knocked out on the floor and she was curled up in a ball
while she sobbed on the couch. I had knocked him out and gone
upstairs to take a few things before I left. I grabbed the three
laptop computers and a few changes of clothes and shoved them
into a suitcase. That was really all I needed. When we had dated
before marriage we both expressed a lot of interest in having
children. That was almost 15 years ago now and I was closing in
on 40 and wondering what the hell happened to my life. My wife
had chosen her career over our married life that much was clear.
I was fine with it because it paid a good amount of money and
allowed me to do whatever I wanted career-wise. She followed me
out of the house. She had pulled her blouse back on but hadn't
buttoned it so her breasts swung free as she ran after my car. I
knew the neighbors were watching but I didn't care. I loaded my
suitcase in the car and told her to get the fuck away from me and
sped away. A few days later I hired a lawyer and filed my papers.
Her attorney wanted to hold things up, trying to prevent me from
getting alimony. I argued that I had literally come home to find
another man's dick in my wife's mouth and had discovered a paper
trail of emails between the two of them, an affair that had been
going on for over two years. She'd hired a really shitty
attorney, I'd hired one of the better divorce attorneys in our
state. They settled fairly quickly and she took up with her boss.

The divorce had been finalized for a year when our story begins.
Me, a man in his late 30's, working as a graphic artist for our
local newspaper, still single and living in a small house with no
neighbors. She had gotten the house in the divorce, nothing else.
I had no issue with this, I could barely stand to be inside of it
when I came under police escort to get the few things she hadn't
destroyed. I got a handsome sum per month for as long as we were
married, so I was making sure to bank all of it. I was
disappointed and extremely hurt the day I came home early and my
marriage had ended. But now I was alone. Oh sure, I went on a few
dates. I met a woman while internet dating but we had little in
common despite what the website had said when it matched us up.
We slept together out of necessity for us to get off I think. She
was dressed and out the door less than 10 minutes after we'd both
cum. I'd found little in common with her and didn't feel much of
an attraction to her. I had discovered, through the magic of the
internet, much younger girls that made my dick stand up harder
than it had in years. Girls in their teens were all over the
internet, some sites had pictures taken from afar while others
had pictures of their bedrooms and underwear drawers! I found
myself teeming with interest at the idea of being with a girl
under the age of 14. Budding breasts, smooth and firm bodies and
what I imagined was an Eden between their legs.

For a little while, the mere idea of pushing myself inside of a
girl that age was enough. I'd see girls in grocery stores, they'd
not pay an older man like myself any mind, but I'd be leering at
them. Undressing them with my eyes, and wishing I'd had the power
to remove a girl's clothes with my eyes. I jerked off thinking of
girls I'd seen at the mall or at the grocery store. I'd imagine
ways to get them alone, get them to talk to me and ultimately my
fantasies would end with me pumping cum deep inside of them. I
found friends online who thought of the same things as I did,
some wrote stories and others just were all talk. I got the
impression that none of them were interested in going beyond
fantasizing. I was hellbent on finding a way to get a girl, not a
woman, in bed. I thought of travelling abroad. I looked up the
price of flights and was a click away from booking a trip to
Thailand one night before my mind slapped me out of it. I didn't
know anyone abroad. The closest I came was an ex-brother-in-law
who lived in China and certainly wasn't a fan of me. How was I
going to fly across the world with no plan? How was I going to
get to share a bed with a brown girl over there? Walk around the
airport with a sign over my head?

I was dejected for about a week until I discovered the television
show "16 and Pregnant" one afternoon after getting home from
work. I saw my dreams and fantasies in an episode that showed a
15 year old girl, obviously pregnant when she was 14. There was a
marathon of the show that weekend and I neither got dressed nor
left the house. I lost track of the amount of times I came. I was
directed to the Mtv website where I found a treasure trove of
girls chatting about the episode, some claiming to be as young as
12 and all of them watching the same show I was. Some were even
looking forward to being where this girl was one day! A brilliant
plan hatched in my evil brain that night.

I began to solicit the girls I'd found profiles for. I'd send
them private messages and pretend to be interested in whatever
banal posting they made. Most of my messages went ignored. A few
girls wrote back but still fewer were interested in chatting with
a 38 year old man who had an interest in a show about pregnant
teenagers. So I started to puff up my resume and within a few
weeks I was portraying myself as one of the producers of the
show. I'd introduce myself and ask that the girl keep my identity
a secret before submitting a short questionnaire about the
episode and thanking her for her time and giving her an email
address to contact me at. I started to get a lot more messages
back but my cover was never blown. Truthfully, I had a number of
accounts on the board and used different proxies associated with
each one so that I remained anonymous. Even my email, which
looked very professional, was completely anonymous.

I began email relationships with these girls under the guise of
possibly casting them on other shows. Over the next few months my
stable grew to 15 girls across the country, two as young as 11
(who lived 45 minutes from each other!) and one who I secretly
thought of as my old maid was 16. It was a digital harem for me.
I created many different fake social media accounts and kept up
with all of their comings and goings, mostly completely bored by
what they had to say but always interested when they would put up
a picture of themselves. Gradually I got each of them to send
photos to me under the pretense of taking "head shots". I'd ask
for high quality photos that they took themselves of all sorts of
different varieties. "What do you think is fun?" I asked them
once. "Show me what you think is fun." And a few days would go by
before my inbox was full of scantily-clad tween girls of all
shapes and sizes. Some girls sent me photos of them in bikinis
and I made mental notes of which adventurous girls these were.
One girl's photos were tamer than some of the others but I
discovered that she was already pushing a C cup bra at 12! I took
much more interest in her after that, knowing about her family
life and the lack of supervision she received from her single
mom. Our email subjects spread out over the next few weeks.
Everything from her school (she was still only in 7th grade!) to
her home life and I found out through careful questioning that
she'd gotten her period! She hadn't even told her mother yet,
she'd had to get a tampon from the school nurse! Through careful
wording and a helpful calendar that I found online, I easily
figured out her cycle since she got her period on the second or
the third every month like clockwork and discovered the best time
to visit so she would be ovulating, the plan was forming in my
head.

She was also the first girl I spoke to on the prepaid phone I had
bought. My heart was hammering as I dialed the phone number she
had given me. My heart skipped a beat when she answered the
phone. Her name was Erica and she giggled throughout our sexual
talk but she didn't back down. She wanted to be famous and on TV
and I easily lied to her and told her I could make that happen. I
had worked with almost all of the girls she saw on "16 and
Pregnant" and had met them at the age she was now to get to know
them, if she was interested in that. She was, of course, eager to
get away from her mom and start to act more like a grown-up and I
preyed on that. I told her I would meet her but it had to be a
secret between she and I. Her mom would want to make me sign a
bunch of paperwork and make things legal but that would just slow
everything down. She agreed without thinking and I told her that
I was making plans to fly up to where she lived. She was very
excited about this and the joy in her voice was easily the
sexiest thing I've ever heard.

Over the next few weeks, I took great care to fashion fake
identification at work, using the expensive work computer and
printer to fashion fake driver's licenses and fake credit cards
to match both the name of the producer I took from the show as
well as a few others I made up. I took vacation from work and
also took out a substantial amount of cash from the fund I kept
all of my alimony in and drove to Erica's state. The ride was
short but was anything but fun, it was entirely nerve-wracking as
all I could think about was the multiple laws I was breaking and
how long I would be in prison if I were to fail. I had booked a
rental car with a prepaid credit card from a "corporation" that I
made up. I parked my car in a parking garage some distance away
and took a taxi to the airport. I had colored my hair a bright
but realistic red in the parking garage for this trip and I wore
sunglasses as I picked up my rental car, they made a photocopy of
my fake license, and drove back to my car. I had it all, hair
coloring gel, a disguise kit, bottles of vodka, some drinks and
some snacks. All of it came with me in my suitcase that had no
clothes in it. I had my suit hanging in the back window and I
changed clothes in the parking lot before going to my next stop,
which found me at the finest hotel I could find in Erica's area.
I walked into the beautiful lobby and felt as though I belonged.
I'd made sure to look the part and spent good money on my suit
and shoes. I looked like a well-dressed man and behind my
sunglasses I could see the few people in the lobby trying to get
a look at me to see who I was. What they didn't know was that I
was some upper middle class graphic artist on my way to possibly
fucking a 12 year old girl in this wonderful hotel.

I commented to the girl at the counter about the scarcity of the
parking lot. It was the first thing I'd noticed and I almost did
a dance when I got out of the car. They were so scarcely booked
because of construction going on by the main road, she'd told me.
I had also paid for the entire top two floors with a prepaid
credit card as a "corporation" and knew that I would be quite
alone. I asked about moving my small room upstairs, willing to
pay cash for an upgrade but she told me that a corporation had
booked the entire top two floors but they had not yet turned up.
I asked if that was normal and she said it was. I asked about
security cameras and she was happy to inform me that they did not
feel cameras were required to keep their guests safe within the
hotel. I went up to my room and there wasn't a sign of life on
that entire side of the hotel. Erica was going to call me in a
few minutes so we could discuss how we were going to get her into
the hotel. I left the room and walked towards the end of the hall
away from the elevator. At the end of the hall was a small room
with the ice and vending machines. A door was slightly hidden by
the ice machine and I found stairs behind it. I took the stairs
down to the ground floor and peeked out of the door to find
myself past the check in desk and by the restrooms. I knew there
was a camera on the back door to prevent people from sneaking in
but I was curious about the placement of the rest of the cameras.

I journeyed back up the stairs, coming across nobody in the place
and went past my floor and up to the very top floor, which I had
booked up myself under the "corporation". I forced a door open at
random near the end of the hall using a trick I'd found online
and found a neatly made up room that was large, with two queen
beds and what looked like a comfortable chair and footstool. I
repeated this at the other end of the hallway, seeing no cameras
anywhere. I went back to my room and wrote down a few fake phone
numbers with fake corresponding names and brought them back down
to the service desk. "Can I fax this, please?" I asked the girl.
She hesitated but I told her that the fax number was private, as
were the phone numbers and I had to send them out immediately.
She looked away from me with a smirk and I slipped her $20. She
brought me to the office and told me to be quick. I dialed a few
numbers on the fax machine to get it to make noise before turning
around and finding what I was interested in. There were two
monitors, each with two cameras set up on them. One looked out on
the pool, the other on the west side parking lot. The other
monitor showed the back door and the service desk alone. The
machine stopped making noises and she came in to check on me. I
picked up a piece of paper that was an old fax confirmation sheet
and she bought it. I brought up the cameras and she was quick to
tell me that there were only the four and the service desk camera
was more to keep an eye on people working. She ensured my safety
within the hotel. I smiled back at her and thanked her before
heading back up to my room. Erica would just have to stay away
from the west side parking lot and keep her distance from the
service desk. My prepaid phone rang just as I got into my room.
She had texted me that she was on the bus and would be to the
hotel in about an hour. I went back up the stairs to one of the
rooms I'd picked the locks on and used the bathroom sink to color
my hair and also put in some colored contact lenses. I took one
of the disguise kits and applied a fake mole to my neck as well
as my left hand. I dried my hair and took the towels back down
the hall and to a small room with laundry bins in it. I stashed
my damp towels under a pile of dirty towels and left. I saw my
reflection in a picture frame hanging on the hallway wall and
smiled to myself. Gone was my vivid red hair and blue eyes,
replaced with brown, greying hair and brown eyes.

My phone rang when she was off the bus. I instructed her where to
go to avoid the parking lot camera, of course I didn't tell her
that was why, and I carefully instructed her through the lobby.
There was a big to-do in the lobby because a man was raising hell
about his credit card being charged double which provided perfect
cover for my ample breasted tween to slip by unnoticed. When she
was on the stairs I turned my phone off and met her in the small
vending room. She was just as she had appeared in the pictures
she had shown me. I introduced myself with my fake name and we
started to walk down the empty hallway. I deliberately walked
past the room with the picked lock, intending to confuse her by
walking in circles. Erica chattered next to me about her bus
trip, lying to her mother that she was spending the night at a
friend's house for a slumber party, and how she'd not told anyone
about this interview, not even her friends and so on. I found my
interest divided between how stupid this girl was, playing right
into my hands and being alone in a hotel with a complete
stranger, and how wonderful those C cup titties looked bouncing
in place on her chest. We made two circles in the hallway and
were coming up to my room for the third time before I gave her a
"present" which was in a small bag I'd had in my hand. She was so
mesmerized by opening the bag that she didn't even see what room
number she walked into.

She cooed as I closed and locked the door behind her. It was a
skimpy pink tank top that read "PROPERTY OF MTV". I'd stolen it
from a thrift store near my house a few weeks ago. I was looking
forward to having her model it for me. Her titties stuck out in
the yellow and white sleeveless shirt she was wearing and hanging
just above the start of her cleavage was a crucifix on a thin
gold chain. She looked amazing with her dirty blonde hair falling
to her shoulders and encasing a very pretty but simple face. Her
body was amazing. I'd spilled what must have been gallons of cum
looking at her "modeling" pictures over the time we'd spent
talking. They'd varied from photos she took in the mirror in her
bathroom in a simple but adorable long night shirt to a very few
photos peeking down the front of her tank tops and hiding the two
reasons I'd wanted to meet her ever so badly. She was chattering
away like an idiot as I poured her a drink, a pop with a tiny
splash of vodka. I was amazed at how much this girl talked as I
passed her the glass. I was astonished at how easy it had been to
get her alone, nothing but promises of being on television and
getting famous and now she was alone in a hotel room with a
complete stranger who had every intention of fulfilling some very
naughty fantasies.

Her first drink went down easily. I'd barely added any vodka,
fearing that she might be put off by the taste and get wise to my
plans. We started talking, or should I say that Erica started
talking less, and I refilled her pop with a touch more vodka than
last time. I pretended to take interest in her and was thankful
that she was not experienced in the ways that men stare at women.
My eyes were constantly falling to her chest. I'd tried very hard
to be persuasive in emails with Erica about taking a photo of
herself in a bra only but she'd refused out of fear that someone
else might see the picture. I had thought that she was
self-conscious about her chest, not showing off what would likely
get any man with a pulse to turn and look at her. My path forward
was clear. When she finally stopped talking to take a drink I
asked her whether she was self-conscious about her chest. She
blushed and said she was. She didn't expound on this at first so
I asked her if boys stared at her. She shook her head. They
didn't stare at her, I found out, because there were other girls
in her class who flaunted their bodies more and they got all the
attention. She frowned when she said this. Erica was dying for
attention, this finally sunk in with me as the reason she would
not send me any provocative photos. She desperately wanted
attention but didn't know how to get it without dressing like the
girls in school. She added in a low voice that her mother would
never let her wear even the shirt that she was wearing, she had
borrowed it from a friend, because she didn't think it was
appropriate. Erica added to that that she disagreed and that she
just wanted to be noticed sometimes.

While pining for one of Erica's classmates, who might already be
naked in the room with me I thought to myself, I began talking to
Erica. She had clammed up when I asked the question about her
chest but my plan now was to give her the attention she so
craved. I began to recall emails we'd shared together and
professed my genuine interest in the things she had sent me,
paragraphs of her words about school, Mtv, other television shows
and all that. My plan was working and I knew I was going to get
her to bite badly very soon. She had finished her drink, her face
was starting to redden not just from the blushing she was doing
as I lavished praise on her, and I refilled it with a little more
vodka and pop. I still had plenty. The minutes stretched by as I
filled her head with lies about how smart she was, how well
thought out her ideas were and how interesting she was. I was
making circles at the end of my talk because I wanted her to
finish her third drink before I laid out this big piece of bait.
She had tipped her head back and gulped down almost half a glass
of the vodka pop in one gulp. I smiled at her as she brought her
head back to its normal place and she blinked confusedly at
first. Erica was getting drunk. My palms were getting sweaty.
This was the moment of truth for me and my planned night.

"All of these things are true Erica," I said softly to her as I
picked up her glass and went to make her a fourth drink. "You're
a very smart girl, very funny and no doubt interesting," I
continued as I splashed vodka into the glass with my back to her
to conceal the drink before adding pop. "There's one thing that
you don't know, however," I was walking back towards her with the
drink, "and I'm not sure if it's appropriate for me to say." She
accepted the drink from me with a confused smile. Her smile had
faltered when I finished my last sentence. She took a slow sip of
her drink before the words gathered in her head.

"Say what?" she asked me with her eyebrows furrowed.

I could tell with the apprehension in her voice and the slight
color that remained in her cheeks that this was the time. I sat
on the footstool that was in front of the chair she was
occupying. I was feet away from her and her eyes found mine. I
could see the confusion in them. "I think," I began, pretending
to toy with my words, "that for as smart, funny and interesting
as you are," again I stopped as though considering my words more.
Erica's eyes weren't leaving mine. "That you are the most
beautiful woman I've ever met." I finished with a slight whisper.
Her cheek flushed and I could see her blink as though blinking
back tears. She didn't say anything but she shook her head at me.
"Yes," I argued in a whisper, "you are. I've met loads of famous
people, including most of the girls on '16 and Pregnant'," I
lied, my eyes not leaving her face, "and I've never met a more
mature and beautiful woman." She blushed even harder and fought a
slight smile as she took another drink. "You shouldn't be worried
for attention from boys in school," I went on, desperate to hear
her say anything, "because you're going to attract attention from
men. Men who are much more mature than those boys you go to
school with."

Silence fell inside the hotel room. The fan kicked on and started
to expel warm air. My palms were as wet as the drink in Erica's
glass but I willed my body to seem calm and collected. She took a
sip of her drink before she spoke for the first time. "Nobody is
going to pay attention to me," she said in a voice so quiet I
almost didn't hear her, "all the boys do is look at everyone else
but me." Her head was down now, facing her ample breasts.

"Don't worry about those boys," I said, trying to reword my last
comment, "you're going to get attention from men. Men who are
more mature than those little boys."

"Attention from who?" She asked, not looking at me but taking
another drink.

It was time to kick this plan into overdrive, I thought to myself
as she finished her drink and struggled to set it on the table. I
reached out, not far because we were so close to each other, and
placed my hand under her chin, so close to her breasts that I
wanted to break my plan and take a feel. I gently tilted her head
up and watched her brown eyes meet my artificially colored ones.
"Men like me," I said quietly, not breaking eye contact. She took
her breath in a sharp but silent gasp and stared at me. "I have
never met a more interesting, mature and beautiful woman in all
my life," I whispered and my hand was still at her chin, holding
her face up. This was it. The moment between the past and the
future, the deciding line between heaven and hell. I leaned
forward from my footstool and pressed my lips onto hers.

I felt her recoil at first as our lips met and I could feel that
she had not accepted what was going on. I broke the kiss and
pressed my lips to hers again. And a third time. This seemed to
snap her out of her reverie and my hand left the footstool to
reside on the arm of the chair. I was trapping her, my hand on
hers, my mouth on hers and I knelt in front of the chair,
pressing my lips to hers. The kiss broke again and I took my
thumb and forefinger from her chin and used it to dab at her red
and wet cheeks. Erica had laid down some tears at my final
compliment and I knew I had her. I dabbed the moisture from her
face and tucked a long strand of hair behind her left ear,
smiling at her before leaning back in. There was no protest as
our mouths met. This time I opened my mouth and slowly sent my
tongue out into hers. Her tongue disappeared for a second but she
seemed to understand in her alcohol haze what was going on and I
felt her tongue meet mine. Our kiss deepened as my hand traveled
her body and found a temporary home on her left hip. I felt her
hand that was not covered by my own leave the arm of the chair,
go under my arm and find a home on my back. I smiled as we kissed
and let my hand slip under her shirt onto her bare stomach.

Erica was not resisting me. The alcohol on her brain was doing
exactly what I'd hoped. I let my finger trace lazy circles on her
smooth belly, the circles growing larger and larger and traveling
north on her midriff. She began to giggle as I touched the area
just below her bra. I wasn't bothered by this, it allowed us to
come up for air from our kiss. "Wow!" she breathed. "Wow!" was
all she seemed to be able to say. My eyes roved her face, red
with warmth from the air, from the alcohol I'd given her and from
the fact that my hand was still on her bare skin. I smiled at her
and, with every bit of strength in my body, pulled myself up from
the floor. My knees were numb and my cock was achingly hard. I
picked up her glass and took it across the room into the small
kitchenette where I grabbed one for myself. "Do you have anything
else to drink?" Erica said across the room, "I think I've had
enough pop." I held up the iced tea bottle and she nodded. Her
drink was more vodka than tea and I still had plenty of the small
bottles stashed in the freezer of the small refrigerator. A few
moments later and Erica was sipping on her iced tea, her head no
doubt swimming from the combination of alcohol and the various
endorphins crashing around her young body. I wanted to kiss her
again but I sat back on the footstool and began asking her
questions. She had slipped back into the mood she was in before I
had asked her about her self-consciousness and was very chatty
about things. I asked her about boys she liked, whether or not
she had kissed anyone and so forth. I was aching to get her
clothes off. I had planned this trip especially since we were in
the middle of her cycle and she was likely ovulating at this
moment. I tried to worm more information out of her, asking
whether her mother had her on birth control pills and eyeing her
hips. Her mother didn't know she'd had her first period two
months ago, she told me. She had taken a tampon from the school
but the school forgot to call her mother. My best hopes were
alive! My wildest fantasies were not only to be naked with Erica,
to enter her tight little body and feel what I had dreamed and
fantasized about for years now, but to fill her with my cum and
make a baby inside her. This drunken 12 year old girl was
unknowingly going to be leaving this hotel a future mommy!

My dick twitched as Erica leaned her head back to finish her iced
tea. She giggled as she set the glass down and missed the table
completely. She was ripe for it now. I moved from the footstool
with the ease of a lion hunting my prey. She looked down at me,
back on my knees at the chair, and leaned forward. Her lips found
mine again. Her tongue found mine again. This time both of her
arms wrapped around me and she intertwined them behind my head. I
hungrily kissed her, my hands roving her body through her
clothes. Her hip where I'd rested my hand before now seemed like
child's play as I brought my hands under the fabric of her shirt.
She was not laughing now but deepening our kiss. I gradually
brought my hands up her body, bunching up the shirt as my hands
rose. Her stomach was exposed now as the shirt was just below her
breasts. As much as I was enjoying kissing her, I needed to see
these titties, badly. She no longer looked abashed about her
chest as I pulled her to her feet in front of the chair. On the
contrary, she was now looking into my face with a passion I'd not
yet seen on a face so young. "Arms up," I said quietly and she
raised them without dispute. It was a slight struggle to pull the
shirt over her chest but I managed. I threw the shirt across the
room and looked down at my young companion. Her breasts were
supple and slightly paler than Erica's already pale skin. I
guessed that her breasts had not seen the sun in a bathing suit
or anything more revealing than a shirt. I thought in the back of
my mind that I was likely the first person besides maybe her
mother who had seen even this much of her body. She seemed to
feed off of my looks at her now exposed skin. A smile, a drunken
smile, played across her lips. I leaned down and kissed her
again, turning us a little and sinking myself down into the chair
she had occupied and pulling her on top of me.

She seemed to find her place easily, her knees straddling me and
our kiss rekindling. Now I was in the chair and leaning back and
could feel her bra covered breasts on my chest. Her bra was a
kind of light green and her breasts felt amazing pressed into me.
My hands were down on her waist and framing her enticing hips. My
right hand strayed to the front of her jeans and unbuttoned them.
She either didn't feel this or didn't care. I thought it might
have been both. The alcohol was playing with her mind and body,
her already poor decision making skills were now even worse under
the influence. The zipper was next. Again she made no move to
stop me. I pulled the jeans away from her youthful hips and slid
them halfway down her thighs. I felt her panties as my hands
snaked up the newly bared skin on the back of her thighs. They
were lacy at the top but I felt the cotton as I approached the
curve of her butt. All this while our kiss had not stopped.
Erica's breasts were still on my chest and I instantly thought of
freeing them. For so long I'd wanted to see a young girl's bare
chest. I'd spent what likely amounted to months on the internet
in search of photos of other men's work. I'd seen them in all
shapes and sizes, mostly flat chested girls. I'd marveled at how
soft and smooth their bodies looked, untouched and unsullied by
years of time. Now in my arms and almost half naked was a 12 year
old with tits I'd literally been dreaming about. All that
separated me from them now was a piece of nylon and spandex. My
hands crept up her bare back and I found the strap. With years of
experience, the two hooks were unclasped with my left hand and I
felt the fabric go slack. Our kiss broke as Erica realized what I
was doing. Her eyes were half open as she leaned back in my lap.
I pulled the straps from her shoulders and she raised her arms
over her head, confused. I had to fight the urge to laugh at her
confusion for a split second before her breasts came into my
sight.

They didn't even need a bra, I thought to myself. They were still
firm and perky on her chest and in the same place they'd hung
with the bra supporting them. They looked to be more than a
handful, I thought to myself as I tossed Erica's bra on the floor
and slowly reached out with my right hand to feel my first tween
breast. Her breath held as she felt a man's hand on her bare skin
for the first time in her life. My breath held as I felt human
perfection in my bare hand. My left hand came from her back and
lightly grasped her right breast. Here in front of me was heaven.
Erica's eyes were closed now, her arms had fallen clumsily to her
sides and were on the arms of the chair and she had her head back
as though she was looking up at the ceiling. The warm weight of
her flawless mounds felt amazing. I could think of no better
words for the feeling of sitting in this chair with my hands on
12 year old titties. With my eyes on the prizes on her chest, I
leaned forward slightly and enveloped her tiny pink nipple with
my mouth. She took in a sharp breath but again made no move to
stop me. I gently bit down on her nipple and Erica gasped audibly
and brought her hand to the back of my head, holding me in place.
As if I wanted to be anywhere else in the world! I continued my
unabated exploration of her chest, sucking and nibbling on her
nipples and making them hard like tiny bullets, kissing and
gently biting the pure tit flesh that had been completely
unblemished before me. The skin that had obviously been covered
by Erica's bras and other breast covers was smoother and much
more delicate than the rest of her. It was almost fragile, so
perfect and unadulterated. Her nipples were pink and pointy now
that I'd been playing with them, small considering the size of
her breasts and about the size of nickles. My tongue left her
nipple and Erica's breathing was deep and easy with her hand
still on the back of my head as though holding me to the place
where I never wanted to leave. Her other hand was still on the
arm of the chair and I suspected that it was the only thing
holding her up. I tore my gaze from her perfect tits and made to
stand up. My dick was so hard against my pants that I thought it
a wonder that it had not ripped a hole. Erica's knees trembled a
little as she got to her feet and her eyes were still only
partially open. Just standing up made her already loosened jeans
fall to her ankles on the floor. She let out a small giggle at
the feeling but I could tell that her mind was thousands of miles
away. I knelt down and helped her jeans off over her feet and
tossed them across the room, not caring where. I was standing in
a hotel room with a panty clad 12 year old, who was completely
unable to stop me from doing whatever I wanted.

I felt my hands start to shake as I peeled the light green
panties down over her budding hips and butt. This was really
happening, I told myself. Erica was leaning on me for support as
her panties disappeared down her smooth legs and off each foot to
be thrown across the room. She was naked now, naked with the man
she trusted, naked with the man she thought she knew but in
truth, had absolutely no idea who I was. Her phone was on the
table and I knew that it was her only lifeline now. Her mother
had no idea where her daughter was, thinking that she was at a
friend's house for a sleepover. The woman hadn't been paying
attention to her daughter as she was chatting up a man on the
internet, hadn't paid attention as her daughter brought herself
downtown to meet that man, and certainly wasn't paying attention
now as her daughter stood naked in the hotel room of a 38 year
old graphic designer posing as a television producer, completely
under the influence of alcohol and about to be raped and possibly
impregnated. The sense of power was the thing causing my hands to
shake so much, the sense that I held this girl's life in my hands
and was making the decision to act on my fantasies and wants and
desires with her body as the playground. Erica couldn't walk by
herself across the room, so I picked her up around the waist and
lifted her up in the air, which wasn't hard. For a girl who had
sprouted such large breasts so young, she was a small girl, not
fat at all. I laid her gently on top of one of the beds in the
room, two queen sized beds sat against the wall. Perfectly made
by the women who worked there, with not a clue how they were
going to be used. She let her head roll back and stared up at the
ceiling. Her eyes were closed and she wore a blank smile on her
face, completely unaware of what was going on. I retreated from
the beds to check on a few things. First of all, the door was
locked, deadbolted and all that. I opened the door and put the
"DO NOT DISTURB" sign on the handle before closing it back and
relocking it. I might as well have hung a "MAN FUCKING GIRL"
sign, the floor was completely deserted. Next was to turn the
room phone all the way down and, digging through her small
handbag to find it, switch Erica's phone to silent. I checked
through it as I picked it up but she had nothing of note on it.
No messages from her mother. Erica and I were alone.

I began to undress, carefully laying my clothes on the back of
the chair she and I had just gotten off of. As I undressed I
looked down at Erica, still in the same place on the bed with the
blank smile on her face and her eyes now partially open. She was
long gone from reality. My dick sprang from the confining world
of my underwear and I waited for a split second as I stood at the
side of the bed. I looked down at her on the bed and felt an
immediate emotion. It wasn't sadness or unease at what I was
going to do to her. It was pure happiness, relief and the sheer
joy that only comes when your dream is coming true. I knelt on
the bed and began to trail kisses on her unbelievably smooth
legs. It was after a few kisses that I realized that it didn't
matter if I kissed her legs or slapped them. Erica was not going
to moan with pleasure or push me away. I had taken great risks to
get where I was now and I needed to speed up the process. I
thought of the bottle of sexual lubricant that I'd brought with
me and the idea of penetrating her now was certainly something I
could do, I had waited for quite some time for this. I decided to
put it on hold however as my gaze fell on her smooth little pussy
between her legs. I'd been so obsessed with Erica's blossoming
tits that I'd quite forgotten about the perfect box that would be
housing my cock tonight. I laid down on the bed and was inches
away from it. My life is about to change, I thought as I reached
my tongue out felt it land between her legs. Her body was warm to
my touch and I adjusted myself on the bed to be able to part her
tiny pussy lips and taste her.

She didn't taste of anything I'd tasted in my life. She was sweet
with small hints of her flowery soap and something else I
couldn't quite pick up. I pushed my tongue into her vagina and
was given a thick dollop of wet and springy fluid. I gagged at
first. Had someone else cum inside of her already? I thought in
horror. I pulled my face away from her and thought. The fact that
I had planned my trip here in hopes of catching her while she was
ovulating were in the front of my mind. My brain pulled something
up from memory of the video of an ovulating woman. The woman's
juices had looked similar to how these had felt and I slowly
pushed a finger inside of Erica and had my dreams realized. She
was ovulating for sure. I dove back in, ignoring the stretchy
liquid inside of her. I was going to make a baby in this girl and
there was nothing anyone could do about it! I eagerly lapped
between her legs for a little while, taking in the feelings of
her soft thighs on either side of my head and the feeling of her
young breasts in my hands while I licked her cunt. Her hair was
fanned out above her and her arms were similarly positioned,
extending out as though she were a bizarre airplane. It was not
long after chuckling at this that I left her box and went back to
my bag, pulling out the set of rubber bed sheets I'd brought with
me and laying them carefully under Erica, making sure that she
was on them with no way of any of our love juices leaving the
sheets. I climbed back on the bed having grabbed the bottle of
lubrication just in case. My cock was now harder than it had ever
been in my life. Erica lay underneath me still with her eyes
closed and her arms and legs outstretched. She looked cartoonish
in this position but I didn't care. I didn't even have to move
her legs to find my way between them and when I pulled her
towards me a little her breasts bounced lazily on her chest. I
was inches from Erica's entrance now. I gripped her hips and slid
my own forward and moved from the world of fantasy into the
extremely dangerous world of reality.

The tip of my cock was engulfed in a very tight heat as I entered
Erica. I'd just pushed the head inside of her felt the wetness
that emanated from deep inside of her still developing vagina.
She must have enjoyed our make out session as much as I had, I
thought as I gripped tighter on her waist and pushed deeper
still. I was three inches inside of her before I let out my first
moan. This was easily the tightest pussy I'd ever been inside of.
The heat from between her legs was like an inferno and it took an
extra push for me to enter still further inside of her. I'd never
taken a virgin and was expecting all the while to encounter her
hymen, the piece that would end her adolescence and make her a
woman. Another inch inside Erica's slippery entrance and I
encountered nothing. The tightness was almost overwhelming me but
I pressed deeper. Deeper I pushed, my hips now coming closer and
closer to meeting with Erica's groin, but encountered no
resistance against the tip of my cock. I closed my eyes and let
my other senses enjoy the moment. The still quiet of the room,
the feeling of Erica's unbelievably smooth thighs on each of my
hips mixed the feeling of the hot vice wrapped around my cock
mixed with the slight smell Erica's delicate floral perfume to
form a moment so perfect that if I could bottle it, I would be a
billionaire. I opened my eyes and pulled my hips back before
pushing them forward ever so slowly. She didn't protest as I
entered her young body for the first time in her life. She barely
even reacted. I heard a low groan as I did it but it might have
been the mattress for all I cared. I was fucking a 12 year old
girl!

Her breasts wobbled as I got my pace going. Her face remained
stuck with the same blank smile and her eyes were closed again. I
kissed down her face to her ear where I whispered what I was
doing to her. "I'm fucking you Erica," I said hoarsely, "I'm
gonna put a baby inside you and there's nothing you can do about
it!" I planted wet kisses onto the warm skin of her neck and
chest down to each pink nipple. Erica gasped when I bit down onto
her left nipple and I could feel her tighten around my cock. She
was cumming. When I thought her pussy could not get any hotter or
slicker, I was never so glad to be wrong in my entire life. Every
thrust into her hot center was better than the last. I was
starting to increase my pace now and was able to sink more into
her. I pushed her wrists above her head and held them there. My
thrusts were starting to become more erratic. I had been
dutifully keeping time with slow and easy pushes inside of her
but now it was getting much harder to control my hips. Erica's
head rolled from the left to the right and she let out barely
audible moan. I felt a pressure wrap around my dick for a split
second and could hold on no longer. I brought my hand back up to
hold her wrists in place and lowered my mouth to her neck again.
I exhaled in her ear and knew that the moment was growing closer.
Closer with each thrust that allowed me to bury half of myself
into her tight little snatch. Closer with each waft of Erica's
perfume mixed with her sweat. Her body was mine now. My cock
prepared for the moment and was unsuccessful in triggering it
myself.

What triggered it was not my last push into her. Nor was it a
final flick of my tongue on one of her wonderful breasts. It was
when I felt Erica's legs wrap themselves ever so slightly around
my waist. And I swear to you dear reader that her legs hooked
around my waist and pulled me deeper into her. The feeling of the
extra push into Erica's snug and warm depths was enough. With a
low moan I exploded. It felt as though heat was surging through
my cock and deep inside her as though my body was fighting her
warmth with warmth of my own. Thick ribbons of my cum erupted
into her waiting depths and for those few seconds it was all I
could do to stay with half of myself pushed deep inside of her.
As I felt my dick pulse, I leaned on my elbow and turned Erica's
face towards me to plant a soppy kiss on her lips. Again our
tongues danced as I pulled myself from her heated depths with a
contented sigh. Her legs slackened on my waist and allowed me to
pull completely out of her. I broke the kiss and took a chance to
look down at my cock. There was a thin sheen of red on it that
was mixed with the white from my cum and it looked as though I
was pulling a pink dildo from inside of Erica. She let out a
hushed moan as I did so and I couldn't tell what the complaint
was since these hushed sounds were the only way she was
communicating. The rubber sheets had no blood on them at all, it
seemed as though Erica had already lost her hymen at some point
and maybe I just stretched it out a little more than she was used
to. My cum was now pushing close to oozing out of her but I made
no attempt to stop it. I had every intention of planting a baby
in her 12 year old body tonight.

We took a short rest. At least I did. For her part Erica didn't
have to do much of anything. She was at a wonderful stage of
semi-consciousness where she seemed to understand what was going
on but had neither the vocal or motor skills to stop it. She made
more than one attempt at it, trying to bring her legs up and
bring her weight forward to propel herself up. The first try was
the best as all it did was throw her back on the bed and her
titties jiggled. She tried it two more times before I put an end
to it by pulling pillows from the other bed and laying them under
her so that all of the hot cum I'd just unloaded inside of her
was flowing in the right direction. I resumed my position on the
bed and began touching her all over. A faint word that sounded
like "stop" was all she seemed to be able to say but I will be
honest, it was only making me harder as I ran my hands greedily
all over her body to be rewarded with a "stop" so quiet it was
like it was muffled. Less than an hour later and I was removing
the pillows from under her lower back and laying her back on the
rubber sheets. The lubrication that I had filled her with less
than an hour ago was all I needed. I pushed the head of my dick
inside of her and my arms held her wrists at her side as I
entered deep into her 12 year old cunt. I didn't need to add
anything to myself as I entered Erica's freshly fucked pussy and
began to delicately try to find the rhythm that I'd perfected
before. After only a few minutes this time I had a similar but
slightly faster tempo as I slid myself into her still tight
pussy.

The feeling was exceptional. Not only that however but the sights
were equally wonderful. Erica's ample breasts were rocking to and
fro with each thrust I made into her immature body and her face
was screwed in a mixture of the pain of being entered by a man
and the outstanding pleasures of sex. Her hands were still
immobilized at her sides and she was unable to articulate to me
or anyone any sort of objection to the pace of our lovemaking or
whether or not she wanted to be made love to at all. I slowed my
pace and began to deliberately push as deep into her waiting
opening. Each long stroke allowed me to feel every single inch of
her tight little cunt and savor every second of my time with
Erica. I extended my arms out and held her wrists pressed to the
bed stretched out as far as she could. This allowed me perfect
access to the titties that I wanted to suckle and nibble on as
much as possible. They were going to hopefully get even bigger
when I was done with her. I was going to breed Erica tonight, I'd
already started on this. Her breasts would likely get bigger and
her developing body would no doubt accelerate. Her hips were
going to be wide and perfect for child bearing. She was already
developing wide hips even with the slight curve that was revealed
by her skinny body. I buried my face in the hot skin around her
neck and heard the mute whisper above me. "What?" I whispered
back into her ear, taking a chance to nibble on her ear lobe. I
craned my neck so that my ear was next to her mouth. She was so
quiet that I almost didn't hear what she said but I was thankful
I had.

"Please."

My cock got so hard I thought it was going to break. "Please
what?" I whispered back. Her whisper was too quiet. I asked her
again but she couldn't articulate over the noise I was making
with my thrusts into her and the mattress's protests. Her wrists
moved feebly in my hands but I tightened my grip and they moved
no more. "You want me to stop?" I asked with a smile. She nodded
slightly. "I'm not going to stop," I breathed in her ear and I
punctuated each word by sliding the entire length of my dick
inside of her, as much as I could fit inside of her now which was
almost my entire length. "I'm going," I said as I stopped to
nibble her earlobe, "to make a baby inside you." A nearly
inaudible whine was all I heard back. I was almost entirely
inside Erica now and could feel the moment growing closer with
every long stroke, every brush of her thighs wrapped around me,
every gentle kiss I placed along her jawline and ears. With each
kiss and thrust I was gifted with a gasp or a sigh from her, the
only means of audible communication she had left. The 12 year old
let out what would have no doubt been a moan but all that
happened was that she opened her mouth and I felt her legs
tremble around me. The vice around my cock, now buried completely
inside of Erica, tightened harder than ever. I pushed forward as
far as I could and felt the tip of me explode. One spurt became
two, then three, and I was soaking her insides with my hot cum.
She did not make another noise but for the panting of her breath
as I emptied the second load of baby making cum inside her
blossoming body. I buried my head in her collarbone and felt
tears hiss in my eyes. They were not tears of fear or rage but of
pure and previously unknown happiness.

We lay there together for another few minutes, Erica's legs still
wrapped around my waist and holding me inside of her. I don't
think she was conscious of this and I certainly wasn't
complaining. If God himself had struck me down at that moment, my
dick buried inside of the 12 year old pussy, I would have served
time where ever for all of eternity. The wetness of my cum felt
odd as I began to pull myself out. Erica spread her legs more to
allow me to pull out of her but I merely pushed back inside of
her with the entire length of me. I expected her to object to
this but she craned her head backward and lifted her hips a
little. "You like this don't you?" I murmured to her with a smile
on my face. She shook her head but had the same reaction when I
repeated sliding myself inside of her. I groaned with pleasure as
I looked down at the sight of our bodies joining. Her cunt was
yawning as widely as it could to take me in. It was pink from use
and I could see tiny dollops of my cum tracing the edges of her.
I stroked into her again and felt absolutely no resistance now,
just a slick road for me to ride. I grinned down at her but her
eyes remained closed. She did not whisper a protest now, she did
not whimper or moan as I pushed back inside of her and back out,
fucking her tight little pussy with the full length of me. Her
skin rippled as I entered her again and again sending her breasts
backward and forward as she moved on the bed. Any previous
inaudible pleading for me to stop was gone now. Her hands were
still pinned above her head and I attacked her bouncing breasts
with a vigor that I had not felt in a long time. I bit and sucked
and nibbled on the now equally reddening tit flesh. I licked each
of her nipples and moved up again to kiss her and we shared the
most passionate kiss we'd shared all night. Her legs stayed
wrapped around me and her arms made no movements to stop me. I
moaned into her mouth and felt her moan back. We continued this
for what felt like forever. Kissing, moaning and grunting with
each other and the steady but gentle pounding of me inside of
her. I was finally able to break the kiss and I looked down at
her face, eyes still locked closed and mouth open with her tongue
still searching for mine. I pushed into her for the final time
and felt myself release the third load of cum deep inside of my
12 year old cum girl. My orgasm seemed to trigger hers and as my
cock pulsed and surged, a pressure formed around it and milked
every drop from inside of me. I shuddered and felt the powerful
orgasm run through my body and I collapsed on top of Erica.

I stirred not long later and was still in the same position.
Erica was asleep too, or maybe she was passed out. I roused
myself up and back to where I was still inside of her but propped
up on my arms. I was still inside of her but my cock had gone
limp after firing its third load deep within her. She did not
stir as I withdrew the limpness from her, tucked three pillows
under her hips to prop her up and shuffled off to the bathroom to
pee. My cum and hers had dried on the tip of my cock and peeing
was a painful affair. I chuckled at this being my punishment for
raping a 12 year old girl after getting her drunk. I finished and
retreated to the bed where Erica still lay unmoved. It had been
quite some time since I'd allowed myself to cum so there had to
have been quite a lot when I was unloading inside of her. I laid
back on the bed after checking the time. A few hours had passed
since the last time I looked at the clock when Erica had first
arrived at around 5PM. It was nearing 11PM now and I figured I
had a few hours left with her before the next phase of the plan.

She was still not stirring but the steady rise and fall of her
gorgeous breasts told me that she was either sleeping or
unconscious. The amount of cum oozing out of her body was
impressive. It looked like most of the seed I'd spilled inside of
her tween body was stuck with nowhere to go, even with the
downward slope. Regardless of the odds against me impregnating
Erica tonight, I was very eager to keep trying. My cum trailed
from her pussy and flowed freely down her stark and pale thighs.
I easily moved her back on the bed, laying her head in the soft
pillows and her groin still on the rubber sheets. I clicked the
lamp off on the bedside table and found my way into the bed with
her, pulling the sheet over me as I lay next to her. Her body was
so smooth and delicate in places, save for the slight curve of
her blossoming hip and her womanly chest. She was the girl I had
fantasized about when I had first discovered my interest in young
girls. A large breasted tween with a decent pair of tits and
velvet vice between her legs. My hands trailed greedily on her
warm skin, taking in every curve and contour of her, every hard
muscle and soft curve. I pulled myself towards her and began to
kiss her belly, almost wishing that my feelings would help a baby
form inside of her. Her breasts were red, I could see in the dim
light of the room, and had light marks on them from where I'd
bitten her pink nipples and the creamy white tit flesh that had
previously gone unseen. Erica did not stir as I did this, she
made no motions to take my head from her remarkable chest, her
hands lay docile on the bed while my mouth continued its
exploration of her soft body. I could feel my semi-hard dick
trailing against her thighs as I found my place between her
slightly spread legs, easing them apart with my knees and
kneeling between them. My dick seemed to recognize its
surroundings and I felt it harden against the cool watery feeling
of my cum leaking from between Erica's legs. With a surprising
ease, I entered her once more. My cum was still filling the tight
space I wanted to occupy and though the sensation was like
nothing I'd ever felt before as I pushed slowly inside of her
again I made no effort to stop. My cum was cool now and no longer
was the space warm and accommodating. There was a chill inside of
her as I pushed my cock halfway into her 12 year old body and
began to pull back out before pushing back in.

There were no sounds in the room as I continued to ease myself
deeper inside Erica. While most hotels I'd ever stayed in showed
some signs of life even at the hour of 11 o'clock at night, there
were no footsteps here. No doors slamming or voices through the
walls. We might as well have had our own wing of the hotel. I
could not stifle the smile that came to my lips as I picked up
the pace of my thrusts into her unresponsive body. I gave myself
an imaginary pat on the back as I thought of how I'd picked Erica
out to be the first girl I'd met from the internet. I'd chosen
the perfect girl to try my schemes on. She had not told anyone
where she was, she'd lied to her mother that she was going to a
friend's house to sleepover but had told that girl that she was
going to a movie with another friend but her mother hadn't wanted
her to go so she was to lie if needed. Erica had then taken
herself to a hotel alone, completely trusting that the man there
did not have his own interests at heart. But I was acting in my
own interests for the first time in my life. I wanted a girl just
like her, had wanted for some time I thought as my pace quickened
still, and she was just dumb enough to be the one. I thought of
the look on her mother's face if my plan worked out as I was
hoping. Of having a pregnant 12 year old girl who had no idea who
the father was, unable to remember minute details besides the
hotel she'd met him at. Erica didn't know my name, I'd disguised
my appearance with the hair gel and contact lenses, she had no
idea what number my room was either. My identity was completely a
mystery to her and I could only think of the feeling that she
would feel when she realized that she'd been had by me and had no
way of finding me. I felt nothing but a twinge of excitement as I
thought of her swelling belly, fatherless and quite alone with
her mother, a child herself raising a child.

I came with a shudder, pushing still more hot cum against the
chilly tightness of Erica's depths. She still did not move save
for her breasts rising and falling with each breath that told me
that she was still alive. She had not cum that time but I didn't
care. My face fell back down as my arms trembled and I found
myself between her tits. This was all about me now. Erica was
still not stirring and I thought of my plan beyond this hotel
room and how I planned to smuggle her out and though I wanted to
do nothing but lay between her legs and pump her full of cum
throughout the night, I knew the moment of our departure was
coming. Though the idea depressed me, the idea of leaving my seed
behind and implanted within the 12 year old laying under me was
as though a fire kept reigniting inside me. I felt the pressure
rise around me as I became hard enough again to push slowly
inside of her. I tried to take stock of everything around me, the
sounds, the sights, the feelings. The room was devoid of sound
save for the bed slowly creaking, the mattress groaning its
protest as I gently probed her cum soaked cunt. The feeling of
Erica's well lubricated hole still gripping me as tightly as
possible was what stood out. As did the swaying of her breasts on
her chest against mine and the soft skin of her legs and thighs
wrapped around my waist, as though she was holding me inside of
her. I propped myself back up on my arms and took in the sights.
Erica's blank smile and closed eyes, her hair perfectly mussed
now and slick from sweat in the warm room. Her body was so
perfect, so beautiful and supple that it pained me to be leaving
it. Her pale skin shone in the dim light of the room and it was
more difficult to think of leaving her now. I wanted to climb
between her legs and pound her little pussy for the rest of my
life. I thought of fucking her again and again, breeding her for
the rest of her life and it was that thought that pushed me over
the edge. The thought of creating a perfect miniature Erica and
introducing her to the wonders of sex myself that made my balls
churn and spew what felt like the last of my cum into her now
positively full depths.

I was panting with pleasure and rolled over next to her in the
bed. It was after midnight now. With a groan I got up from the
bed and padded into the bathroom to begin washing myself off. I
returned a few minutes later and she had moved her arms a little
but still was laying on the towels, her pussy positively
overflowing with my seed that I had eagerly filled her with. I
picked her up, rubber sheet and all and brought her to the
bathroom where I washed her. She stirred but did not wake as the
cool cloths touched her all over, mopping up the streams of cum
from between her legs until her pussy stopped leaking. I dressed
her as well, pulling panties over the one area of her body I had
not explored with vigor and taking a final chance to give her ass
a squeeze. It was tight but had a good curve to it. She was going
to grow up and fill out well I thought. Her clothes back on, I
put her flip flop sandals on and propped her up in the chair. I
gave the bed a cleaning and put the vodka and bottles of pop and
iced tea in my suitcase. Erica still had not woken up and I took
the last few minutes to gather up the room to look as though it
had not been used for the purpose it had been. I took Erica and
I's cell phones from the counter, looking through hers again to
find what I needed. Her home address was under the contact for
her mom. She had a few text messages from a few friends but
nobody was looking for her yet.

I roused her from sleep and she quietly stirred, looking up in
confusion at me. "Shhhh," I said, "you got sick while we were
talking and I gave you some medicine. We're going to go and I'll
drop you off at home ok?" She didn't answer but nodded. The
alcohol was still working on her system and I was glad for it. I
supported her down the stairs. She was nodding off and dead
weighting me in the hallway but I propelled the drunk tween girl
down to the bottom floor. Across the hall from the stairs was a
small electrical room where I knew the power controls were. This
was going to be extremely risky I thought to myself and I thought
about how best to do it when I peeked in the other direction and
saw the woman working overnight at the desk hustling herself to
the bathroom. If I hurried myself, I could get to my car in the
lot and not appear on camera without having to shut the power
off! I picked Erica up and found myself carrying her entire
weight on my side, her tits bouncing with each step I took
towards the door, steering feet away from where I knew the edge
of the camera was. The front door opened automatically and I was
outside! I hustled Erica over to my rental car and put her in the
backseat laying down. I ducked behind my car and checked the
front door of the hotel. Quiet.

I was struck by a moment of inspiration when I saw the car next
to me. The asshole had parked his painter's truck with a trailer
attached to it across four spots in the lot. I smirked when I saw
he had his license plate taped inside of the rear window of his
truck. I burst into a full smile when I saw that he had left his
driver's side window down. I reached inside and pulled the plate
down from the window. It was easy to find the painter's tape
between the seats as well. I tossed both plate and tape onto the
passenger seat with my bag and quietly started the rental car and
headed out of the parking lot. Erica's house was easy to find
with her phone GPS. She lived in the suburbs. I stopped behind a
department store once I got off the freeway and applied the
painter's tape to the back of the license plate before sticking
it over the rental car plate. I crept through the streets and was
overjoyed to pull onto Erica's street where I found a small
clopse of homes, mostly with signs reading "Foreclosure" and
"Reduced Price". She lived in a practically deserted
neighborhood. I found the house with the indicated address and my
heart leapt in my chest. The lights were off and there was no car
in the driveway. Everything seemed to be completely stopped
around me, completely quiet. There wasn't a car in a driveway
anywhere and it was the middle of the night. I decided to finally
act. I crept out of my car and around to the side I'd stashed
Erica. I picked her up and helped her, all but carrying her, to
the back door, out of sight from the street. I dropped the cell
phone in her handbag and dug through it for a few seconds before
I found a small key ring with a few keys on it. I knew that her
mother wasn't home, I had known this from a throwaway comment
Erica made a few nights before I drove here. Her mother was
working late tonight and then going out with some friends for the
first time in months. The back door opened with the third key and
I pushed Erica inside before closing the door behind us.

The door opened into a tiny kitchen, to match the size of the
house from outside. I kept us as quiet as I could as I lifted her
up and carried her into the living room. The house was unkept and
littered with food wrappers and laundry. It certainly looked like
a home that went uncared for. I placed her down on the couch and
she groaned slightly as I did so. Was she waking up? She did
nothing after that so I quietly left the room and retreated to
the kitchen to pick up the keys that had fallen out of my hand.
As I straightened myself up slowly I saw a note taped to the
microwave. My heart began to pound in my chest as I read it and I
had to read it twice before my hands stopped shaking.

"Erica," It began in a woman's handwriting, "have fun at Sarah's
house tonight. Not sure when you'll be home this morning but call
me when you get home. I'll be spending the night at Susan's.
There's money in the microwave for dinner. Mom."

I opened the microwave and found $20. This note was written last
night. My pants began to tent as I read the note again and again.
Erica's mother was not to be home at all tonight! The car didn't
have to be back until noon. I thought of my car parked in front
of the house and how easily I could park it in the driveway
across the street. I looked at the clock on the microwave and saw
that it was only 1 in the morning. The parking garage and airport
were not far from where I'd been at the hotel. I grinned as I
taped the note back on the microwave and thanked Erica's mother
for being the way she was. Silently, I crept out the back door
and up the driveway. I gave myself another pat on the back for
renting a Hybrid car and started it up silently. It backed up
just as quietly in the driveway across the street. I half walked,
half ran back across the street and took in the surroundings of
the neighborhood as I went. There was a turn at the end of the
street but I doubted many people would live down there, as
Erica's street was fairly tucked into the neighborhood. There
were no garages in the neighborhood and I took that news very
well. I could not see a car a driveway in any of the houses. I
slipped up the driveway and back in the house, locking the door
behind me.

Erica was exactly where I left her and did not protest as I
lifted her up from the couch and half carried her down the narrow
hallway with three doors in it. The closest to the living room
was the bathroom. I recognized the shower curtain from a few of
Erica's pictures that she had sent me. At the end of the hall was
a door and right next to it was another. I turned the knob on the
first and what was obviously Erica's mother's room swam into my
view in the light of the night. It was decorated with clothes of
all sorts which were scattered throughout the room on the bed, on
the small desk with a laptop on it and hanging from the small
closet door. To my right as I turned the knob was Erica's room. A
small window above her bed gave the room the only light until I
turned the light on. Her room was small, a bed was cramped
against the wall across the room from the door and there were
only a few feet of room from the foot of the bed to the wall. A
small desk with a very well used desktop computer sat against the
wall to my left and a tiny closet was on my right where she kept
her dresser and a few assorted blouses that were hanging up. The
walls were a flowery yellow color and adorned with posters.
Justin Bieber's face smiled down at me from three different
posters around Erica's bed and I also saw a few other posters of
bands I didn't know and quite honestly didn't care about. I
didn't even bother to close the door.

I placed Erica on the bed and knelt in front of her. Her flip
flop sandals were the first thing thrown across the small room,
bouncing off a wall and landing somewhere I didn't care. I
unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her silky thighs with
her panties. I wasn't interested in romance I thought as they
joined the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. Her shirt and
bra were next and I was standing in the bedroom of a naked 12
year old girl. I joined her, quickly. I positioned her with her
face down on her pillow and propped her ass up. I gripped her
hips and tried to enter her but she was not as wet as I had hoped
and I tried hopelessly to push into her dry pussy. Tearing my
eyes away from her body I found a small bottle of lotion on her
night table. A squirt and a few strokes with my hand and I was at
her tight entrance again. The lotion was cold as I pushed slowly
inside of her but I didn't care. I held her hips in place and
pushed a few slow strokes and felt the lotion spread more and I
was picking up my pace within 10 strokes of being back inside of
Erica's tight cunt. Her breasts swung under her with each thrust
and the headboard cracked against the wall again and again but I
didn't care. I groaned louder than I'd allowed myself to in the
hotel room. I was raping a 12 year old girl in her bed! The force
of which I was pounding her was causing the pressure in me to
rise. After a few minutes of relentless pounding I felt the
release coming. With a final look down at Erica's prone and
juvenile body I pushed as deep as I had all night, fully impaling
my entire length inside her and releasing the last of my cum. I
roared with pleasure as I came with my eyes screwed up as each
pulse of my cock released a small amount of my seed into her
unconscious body. I felt myself come back to my senses as the
pulsing ceased and I withdrew from her depths. I collapsed face
down on the small bed for a few moments before rousing myself
from the sex addled thoughts that were plowing through my head.
While it had not taken me long to get Erica naked and rape her
again, I thought it was now a good time to leave.

I dressed quickly, leaving Erica where she lay. Her pussy was red
and puffy now from the hours of abuse I'd given it. Small
rivulets of cum snaked their way out of her, barely visible they
were so clear. I wondered whether or not I had fulfilled my
fantasy tonight of impregnating Erica as I picked my clothes up
from the floor, careful to not drop anything out of my pants
pockets. I left the room with Erica laying on the bed, her tight
little ass up in the air and her arms stretched lazily to the
sides of the bed. I pushed open the bathroom door to allow myself
inside. I washed my dick quickly in the sink with some hand soap.
It stung and burned a little as I was a little sensitive from the
night's events. I dried myself and got dressed quickly. I had
plenty of time but I no longer wanted to linger in the house of
the 12 year old I'd just raped. I fought the urge but succumbed
to it. I walked down the small hallway and stole one last look at
Erica, still unconscious on her bed. "Thanks for the good time,"
I whispered with a smile and I left her door open and the light
on.

I slipped silently through the house, only stopping in the
kitchen to take the $20 out of the microwave before I left. I had
to leave the back door unlocked as well as I had no way of
locking it. I hurried as quietly as I could down the driveway and
across the street. The neighborhood had not stirred, no lights
appeared in any windows nor any cars on the road. I started up
the Hybrid car without a sound and crept it out of the driveway,
taking one last look at Erica's house before I turned down the
side street away from it. My hands were trembling but it was easy
to find the home improvement store that I'd changed license
plates at not more than two hours ago. I went behind the empty
department store again and removed the plate. There was a big
dumpster behind the store and I tossed the plate as well as the
battery from the prepaid phone somewhere in the middle. I thought
quickly and removed the colored contact lenses as well. I went
back to my car and tried to find my bearings, taking several deep
breaths. I could not go back to the hotel. Luckily I had not left
anything there, I just hadn't checked out. I wonder if I can do
that on the phone I thought to myself as I steadied myself on the
steering wheel. I put the car into gear and drove away, back to
the freeway and back towards the airport. I turned off the
freeway at the exit for the airport and found another department
store. It was only 2:30 in the morning and the place did not open
until 8. I parked in the side lot, tilted my chair back, and fell
asleep.

Dreams licked at the insides of my brain as I slept. Flashing
lights, handcuffs, judges gavels and prison walls. I woke with a
start at 5 in the morning and did not get back to sleep. The
night's activities and the gravity of them was starting to sink
in. While I'd had a wonderful time with the young girl, touching
her all over and fucking her deep, I needed to get out of here. I
was worried that my plan, despite the months of careful planning
and all of the time and effort I'd put into it, would not get me
safely home. I drove away from the department store and towards
the airport. I dropped my bag and other sundry items in the
parking garage where my car was parked and tried to recolor my
hair red, but only succeeded to get the grey out of it and make
it a dark reddish brown. I took the rental car back a few hours
early and walked the two or so miles to the parking garage as
quickly as I could. It was past 6 in the morning. I had no idea
what time Erica was going to wake up and realize her predicament.
What time would her mother get home and discover her raped
daughter? These thoughts only made me walk faster and I reached
my car not long after thinking them. I gassed up and drove away
from Erica's city, stopping once a few hours later to get gas
and, at one gas stop, to toss the disposable cell phone in a lake
behind the gas station. I got home in record time and unpacked my
suitcase. I put the fake ID's I had used in the shredder and then
burned them in the firepit behind my house, along with my suit
and the rubber sheets. I had successfully retraced my steps and
tied up my loose ends, save for the hotel room but I didn't think
that would be much of a big deal.

A few days went by and sure enough, emails started to come in.
The least offensive were the rental car company and hotel. The
rental car company was mad that I hadn't topped the tank off and
they were having issues with charging the prepaid credit card I'd
given them. The hotel was easier, they were upset that I hadn't
checked out but I explained that I'd woken up late and rushed out
the door and it was all put behind us. The worst were the ones
from Erica. I read her emails but did not reply. She was
heartbroken at first but it turned to anger as she realized I was
not responding. She demanded to know why my phone was going right
to voicemail and threatened to tell her mother about what had
happened. When I still didn't reply, shit hit the fan. She didn't
tell me when she had told her mother but I woke up two days after
my night inside of Erica to emails from the police, demanding me
to reply. I looked up Erica's local news website and there was
her mother, livid, that neither the hotel nor the police
department were "helping in the investigation." I learned by
reading the news websites in Erica's city that the hotel could
not find a room listed under the name Erica had given them. A
week later and they released a sketch of "the man wanted for
questioning" which I supposed was supposed to be me. I could not
help but laugh as I looked at it and even compared it to a
picture of me. I was grateful for having ordinary features. I
almost pissed myself with laughter as my fake moles and "greying"
hair were included in the sketch.

I laid low and kept tabs on Erica's social media where she was
very quiet over the next few weeks. I kept up on the story but it
was fading out of the news as there had been no leads. I was
getting an email a day from the police but they had obviously
been unable to trace anything back to me and I was very grateful
to have covered my tracks. I was back at work and before I knew
it, a month had gone by. I still kept tabs on Erica as well as
keeping in touch with the other girls in my digital harem, under
a different name of course! Two months had gone by and I was
sleeping normally again. I had just sent out a long email to one
of my 11 year old girls, expressing an interest in talking to her
when I clicked over to Erica's page. There in front of my eyes
was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. Erica had added a new
life event. I was a father!

Erica was 12 and pregnant.