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The Lighthouse

By Chris Hailey

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

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

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

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

"You alright?" I shouted again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's your name?"

She glared some more.

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

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

"Jennifer," she said.

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

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

She glared again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"OK then, where should I take you?"

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

"Can I go to the island with you?"

"That ain't a good idea."

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

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

OK, those were real tears, definitely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The girl nodded, looking a bit bewildered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Brandy."

"Is it good?"

"Keeps me warm."

"I'm cold."

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

"OK."

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

"You want some more?"

"Yes, please."

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

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

"So Jennifer..."

"Jenny," she said.

"Jenny, how old are you."

"Eleven."

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

"Yeah."

"Where you from?"

"My ma lives in Chicago."

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

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

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

"Long story."

"I got time."

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

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

"My wife left me a couple years ago."

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

"'Cause she's a bitch."

"Did you cheat on her?"

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

"No I wasn't."

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

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

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

"You sure?"

She nodded and smiled at me.

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

"So why did your wife leave you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Her pimp?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shit, that sucks."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You getting sleepy?" I asked her.

"Nah I'm OK."

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

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

"Why the floor?"

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

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

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

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

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

But she's only a child.

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

But she's so sweet, so vulnerable!

That'll just make it all the more fun.

But we'll hurt her.

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

I suppose that's true...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I really don't...!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled, looking at me. "Thanks."

"Sure. For what?"

"For being nice to me."

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

"Do you have any money?" she asked.

"Sure. How much do you need?"

"Like two hundred."

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

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

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

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

"For two huntdred dollars?"

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

"I know you're not a prostitute."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded, smiling.

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

"Anything! Even pictures!"

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

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

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

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

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

"You know what to do?"

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

"Well, that's a start."

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded, my cock bouncing up and down.

"Tell me," I said.

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

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

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

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

She nodded again. "O'ay."

"You like my cock?"

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

"What do you like about it?"

"I' 'ig."

"Did you like getting fucked by it?"

"Uh uh."

"You want to get fucked again?"

"Uh uh."

"Do you like getting come in your mouth?"

"I 'on' 'oh."

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

She nodded again.

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

"You like my balls?"

Her eyes focused on my sack.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It feels good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"There you go, bitch!"

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

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

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

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

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Chas		That was great, good story
Anonymous		This was your best one yet.
Anonymous		liked it very much would have been nice if she became your live in lover and you were always nice to her and the two of you had a baby girl who became both of your little loving sex toy
		Yeah, I really wanted to create a "happily ever after" ending, but realistically, I just couldn't come up with any way to make it happen. Like the main character says, pretty much anything he does will result in her having to go back to her mom (and him winding up in jail, most likely). Maybe I'll write a follow-up where she comes back to him and things work out for the two of them. --Chris
solipsist		Top notch. Definitely one of your best.
eternal_joy		Awesome story, i also think it is your best so far. You already had me cumming when he was fucking her ass for the first time.
writerz01		So very nice. Sexy and very arousing. Young girl pussy, mouth and ass just for the taking. Thanks for sharing.
mike		I want to fuck her
Anonymous		I like this one. There's tension between him being a nice, helpful man and a completely selfish cad, there's tension between what she wants and what she can tolerate, and those stresses add extra arousal. I think a happily ever after sequel wouldn't be bad, but it wouldn't be as good. Pedantically, when you have retched you feel wretched but only the second has a "w".
		Thanks for the typo fix Anon, I've updated it. --Chris
Herschel		Hey Chris -- usually I prefer the romantic consensual kind of story, but I thought Lighthouse was pretty good, maybe I suppose because the guy was not a complete bastard, just a man with half a conscience and macho urges to deal with. Nice balance, I thought. I hope Jenny turns out okay. Even though it sounds like the odds are against her, I know a runaway or two who finally landed on her feet and did alright for herself.
Anonymous		I loved every line of it especially that bittersweet ending. Hope you find time for a follow-up with her.
AZdad		Loved the story of the guy and the girl at the lighthouse. True: Almost came without even touching myself. Towards the end where he ass fucks her hard was really hot.
herewego		Very well written story like most of your storie lines they are very good though I have to say I liked this one a lot.
tem		I like the idea of a sequel. If she's a runaway, she could find her way back his way, and he's like a park ranger, right? That makes it fairly simple to have him live in, say, a cabin in the woods, all alone where they can have some time to themselves.
SKY		All in all, nicely done. You seemed to have rushed it though. Good plot, but like you just wanted it done. Once they left the lighthouse, it where it feels rushed. Not once did he eat her, let her experience the good things...
Anonymous		should have kidnapped the little bitch and used her like the whore she should have been
Anonymous		sounds like my experience, except I had twin sisters. It was during the summer and I took them to my secluded cabin on a lake in the mountains of Colorado.
Anonymous		I dig it. From the non-consensual putting it in her pooper to being her first trick. Thanks, Author.
Anonymous		Absolutely loved the story!! When she was passed out drunk and he lived out his fantasy was just outstanding. Great scene, just like the ending.
Anonymous		This was so good! I loved every second of it.
JohnnyP		One adventure after another kept my rod hard and firm throughout.
AnonymousToo		Great story, nicely written -- and that's damn' rare for nc stuff. It's always the way that we readers want more of a good thing, but I'd say to hold off on writing a sequel unless your heart (& dick) is really in it. I'm sure that whatever new character you write about will be just as hot and sexy.
cpaitalXD		Just finished a few of your short stories, but The Lighthouse" compelled me to send you a comment. I really liked your dialogue. It does double duty. It drives the story forward and reveals more about your characters. Jenny is a feast for loli description. Your male lead character is both brutal and sensible, a rare combination that lends itself well to the belivability of the story. Im also on asstr. When you have some free time, check out my stuff. I think you'll like it. Heres a link: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/capitalXD.
		Thanks for the comments, cpaitalXD. I edited them a bit for space but enjoyed all the rest as well. And thanks for the link to your stories, I enjoyed them a lot. --Chris
LadyOfSin		Put a baby inside of me Oh my goodness! Chris, I'm so wet and flustered. The internal struggle before he raped her... pushing her legs open with his knees... oh just everything about this story is hot. Especially when he cums after saying he's going to make a baby inside of her. I find this to be extremely erotic. I love the idea of a man cumming so deep inside of me that he impregnates me. Oh yes, yes, yes! BRAVO!
		I'm sure glad you liked it, LadyOfSin! --Chris
Cellia		Well what a huge mistake it was reading this. When I mean mistake I mean reading it at work and worse still while sitting at a table in the canteen. After just a few chapters I had soaked my panties and all I could do was gently rub my legs together to try to relieve the itch you caused, trying to chat and read and work my legs was a real adventure but the worst was walking with sopping wet panties, I hope nobody noticed why my seat was damp, god I really hope chapter 2 arrives, though if it does I really must try and wait till I'm home before I read it, at least I can give my itch the full treatment it deserves lol
		Thanks so much, Cellia. It'd be fun to have a second chapter but I'll confess I haven't started one yet. --Chris
Pervy Papa		Very hot. Wish I could get a chance like this.
TowB		Lovely story, please write a second chapter :)
Anonymous		Well done. Just a suggestion: He takes a Viagra before he deflowers the kid and on her first time she gets fucked hard for more than an hour.
luvlil		Sweet little girl pussy.
Anonymous		Great, great story. Well done. I like all your stuff, but this one stands out. Keep up the good work - your readers appreciate it.
celebum		OMG. The sheer taboo-ness of this story makes it your hottest. Taking her anally made me cum really hard. Top writing. Thank you.
Anonymous		Lacks tension. Seems as if it would have been better with a slower pace. Wham. Boom. A blowjob. Nothing before? No looking? No touching? etc... All in all, not bad, just not great.
Red		Great story :)
Anonymous		It's Sheboygan. Not Cheboygan.
		Thanks for the editorial feedback, Anon. There is a Sheboygan, Wisconsin, on Lake Michigan but nowhere near the Mackinaw Bridge. The city in Michigan on Lake Huron, right by the Mackinaw Bridge, is indeed spelled "Cheboygan." Two cities, two different spellings. Weird but true! --Chris
Silverfox		Thank you for the great story. I would have preferred you to take more time touching her and feeling her before just raping her the first time.. And on a pedantic level.."come dripping down her cheek" isn't the vernacular "cum?" Anyway, excellent story..
		Thanks for the feedback, Silverfox. I have to confess that I do not spell the word "cum." Never have, never will. I don't know why, exactly; I just can't bring myself to "misspell" the word. --Chris
Anonymous		Hot and by hot I mean I was stroking and reading thinking of how sweet it would be to force those legs wide and slip a hard cock into those tight young holes
funpics70		fantastic story hope you write more soon
Violet Vox		Came a million times to this - reminds me of the quality of intense sex I had with my narcissist ex so points for realism (I left him when he became emotionally abusive, but it worked well for the sex dynamic). And I love that you and your wife both enjoy erotica!
		Wow, what a great comment! Not the "emotionally abusive" part, but the "came a million times" part! :) Thanks Violet! --Chris
les		Excellent and sounds true and I've had this type of experience - fact is stranger than fiction.
Anonymous		Excellent story. One of my favorites.
Anonymous		I very much enjoy your stories, Chris. However I find it very distracting that in almost all cases where you use the word "lay", you actually mean "lie". I'm not going to go into detail, because if you're interested you're more than capable of finding the grammatical information for yourself. You've got lots of company, most writers on this site make the same mistake, and I don't both pointing this out to other writers, but the caliber of your writing is so high that I figured you'd want to know. Thanks for all the great stories. Keep up the good work.
		Thanks for the feedback. I do recall learning the rules on this one, once upon a time. I will try to enact them. Cheers! --Chris
olfeller204		Once again Chris an excellent story, I don't usually "do" nc stuff, but this was so well done that it kept me on the boil all the way through. I do agree that the ending was a bit too abrupt, you could easily, with your aptitude, have made it a two-parter; in the cabin and then at the motel for part 2. Also, I reckon it would not have stretched credibility to have found a way for him too keep her, at least for a while, then, instead of being forced/coerced into the sex, Jenny could have grown to love it, and him. Perhaps Part 2 does need to be written after all? He could be waiting down the road for her when she thinks he's gone and sets off for who knows where.
		Thanks for the feedback. I am aware of the issue in my writing, and I promise to do a better job of paying attention to his issue and updating past stories as I get a chance. --Chris
old perv		I love your story chris. i love non-consensual stories involving young girls. I'd have liked it even more if ,after getting her drunk, he'd spent more time just touching her. then use her little body as it was meant to be used. he could have kept her and really had some fun with her. maybe even shared her with his friends.
Torch		Loved it. BTW-the younger the better and do you get into piss play? Would love to have the young girl drink the man's piss. NC are my favorite type of stories.
Anonymous	12/29/2016	Can i have a link to another story?
		Hello Anon. If you are looking for a link to another story of mine, or one of the many fine stories from my guest writers, you can find the link at the top of this page. Or, just follow this one: Erotic Stories Hosted by Chris Hailey.
Anonymous	1/6/2016	Beautiful well written story man loved the tenderness and getting her drunk takes me back to a time when i had an opportunity but didn't act on it i fantasize about it still and this was a great fantasy just like the real life one i can actually feel everything going on but like all the other closet pedos we like more touching and licking of her whole drunk in and out later in life I've experienced this but with a girl my age we weren't bf and gf but party friends but she pass out all the time and let me tell you ours thrilling and then for her to actually wake in the middle and just continue yup been there thrilling!
Anon	1/10/2016	I was worried that it would be a typical abusive nonconsential story. I have to agree it was a good balance. Just a guy giving in to urges and a girl that was willing to do it. Great story. Thanks for writing it.
CK	1/19/2016	I love the part where she's trying to speak while being otherwise orally occupied. You write exciting stuff and I hope that you continue.
writer	1/20/2016	I hope you do a second story...Have Jenny show up in his town and tell him she wants to live with him...she would be his niece who lost her parents. Let her be the aggressor.
Mark Manguy	1/21/2016	Chris, I am a new author to Asstr, though I have read many random stories here over some years now. This is my first comment,ever here! I enjoyed most of the stories I read, but I was compelled to comment on your The Lighthouse. Your style on this is, as cpaitalXD said, driving. Short, concise and a great read. Ped, Mg* and such accounted for, I found your use of the darker side of things quite stimulating, particularly the image of her face being pressed into and down into the bed. That being said, a very nice balance of opposing forces of good and bad, reminiscent of what a father might feel for a daughter when taking her by force. Two thumbs up, 5 stars, the whole lot!
Cm90691	4/25/2016	I really enjoyed your story. Do you have any others with adult men raping preteen girls? If not, can you link me to other authors who do?
		There's not a whole lot from me in this area; I'd recommend you check out Preteen Prostitute, I suppose. I have written a few other non-con stories but none really involving girls this young.
Sincerelylolipop	7/12/2016	I absolutely loved this.... He sure did get his money's worth!
Paulxxx	4/3/2017	Great story. A follow up where he breeds her would be hot. Plus he continues to fuck her whilst pregnant... Filming it to put online.
		I won't be writing a sequel to this, but you should go for it, Paulxxx! --CH
Anonymous	6/1/2017	"Will it hurt?" "It feels good." Loved that part! Only thing better would've been maybe a few silent tears when he makes her say she likes it. More like these, please!

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