I returned to the sex shop. Upon my arrival, my Brother smiled and told me to lock the door. I went up to the counter.

"So, tell me the juicy parts."

"First of all, should we really remain anonymous? I'm Cole."

I stretched out my hand and he smirked and shook it.

"Liam."

"All right. Well, the vibrator is perfect, we're on the third level."

"Brill! But... you're stretching her?"

"Slowly, yeah."

"Because... you want to fuck her?"

"Maybe... all right, yes."

"Bah, by the time you use your dick she'll be sick of the dildo. You made her come yet?"

"Yes. She comes vaginally and clitorally, en masse."

"Ah, I hate you, bro, and love you."

"Do you want something else to play with? I have a few other things. You got Dutch cash on you now?"

"I do. Planned in advance."

"Don't we all," he said, getting out his keys and leading me toward his private door.

"Yep. Life is a strategic battlefield and being what we are..."

"We are tacticians," he finished.

"Our landlord came up to speak to me about moaning in the night. He accused me of raping her and all that."

"And you were, but you got out of it?" He opened the door and I went in and sat on the crate I had sat it the last time. He closed the door.

"Yeah. She played along with me. She's... in on a bit more than I thought she could handle. She... I'm not coercing her anymore, that's how well the guide worked."

"You have to send me this."

"With pleasure. What you got for me?"

"Candy-flavoured rubbers and jelly."

"I'm clean, I don't use rubbers."

"Lucky man. You've fucked before?"

"Yeah, when I was younger, in my teens, took a couple of virgins... they were my age though. But I... don't like women."

"Admit it, you hate them. Don't be timid round me, mate. What do you call what I refer as 'fat fanny sacks'?"

"Two-uddered cows," I responded.

"Creative," he said, checking a few boxes. "Here. On the house. Try it out." He gave me a small tube of lube that tasted like strawberries and cream."

"You want some CP?"

"You have some?"

"I do."

"No. I had to stash away my collection under the floorboards of my apartment back in Canada."

"Well... is Bee sleeping right now?"

"Yeah."

He nodded. "Oh... This you might like."

He got out a box and on it were prints of flowers.

"Love egg," I said, lifting my eyebrows.

"You've done anal yet?"

"No."

"Good way to start. It's also great for her, if she wants to pleasure herself if you're gone."

"Oh... that's not in the guide. You have to take the reins on her sexuality and not let her be independent."

I sighed. "Then again, I'm not using the guide much anymore. It has taught me the essentials and I... I now know how it works."

"Could you do it again?"

"I would never have the opportunity... but I'm thinking yes. But... it would never be the same. I... really have feelings for this chick."

"Of course you do. Wouldn't be a real kiddie-lover if you didn't. All right, I'm not letting you leave until you've seen this. I find it the sexiest most beautiful film I have ever seen."

He got a tape, not a DVD and he plugged it into a VCR. I just realized that there was a television in the room. He pressed play and there was a little girl, probably younger than Bee, or at least smaller. She was stripping out of wet clothes in a brightly lit laundry room. With her was a handsome man, probably thirty, wearing a shirt and tie and fancy slacks. I thought it was a movie from the nineties and I was wondering why exactly Liam wanted me to see this. They spoke in Italian, so I didn't understand anything, but I don't think he did either.

The girl was mounted on the dryer by the man, who caressed her thigh and reached under her summer dress. He caressed his nose up her jaw line and they kissed.

"This is... professional?"

"Very. I'm positive it's done by the Mafia or it's run by them. They just want to make money, right?"

I was so intrigued.

"The porn I have is all amateur, and rather... bah... it was basically rape."

"I know what you mean. Good porn like this is hard to come by. Cost me a little fortune this tape, back... a few years."

The man reached under her dress, and although she was reluctant at first, she melted into his charms and the camera captured everything and censored nothing. He fingered her and she leaned back and moaned. I wasn't too aroused because I knew that at home, I had a precocious bud slumbering in my bed.

"Some sucking happens..." said Liam, fast-forwarding the video a bit, "and then..."

The man was penetrating her, this young girl. How I wished to be in this industry, how lucky this man was to fuck all these young girls! I couldn't believe it and Liam looked at me because he wanted to see my reaction. I breathed out, surprised and impressed. His penis went all the way in and they fucked, in and out. She moaned and cried out in pleasure. She was probably used to it if she was a child porn... star?

"Pause it," I said.

He stopped the video.

"You like it?"

"Yeah. Tell me... the guide says that under the age of 12, it's hard to fuck a girl, being an adult because we're really too big."

"What's your length?"

"A bit more than 7."

"Bloody... yeah, fucking will be hard on her."

"I... I don't know. Should I fuck her? I... I'm starting to doubt the guide. It... it doesn't mention anything about dealing with incestuous long-term repercussions it may have on her."

"Wait... you're considering the long-term? Are you insane?"

"No. I love her. I want her."

"She's going to grow old. She's going to become a two-uddered cow."

"Obviously," I stated, dryly, sternly. I was getting frustrated, at mostly that disgusting fact. I didn't want her to be anything else than a doll, than a child. "I'm not insane, I just... when I'll let her go, I want her to function in the outside world."

"And this guide is supposed to help you?"

"Yeah. Help."

"Good luck with that."

"Have you raped, Liam? Have you?"

He shook his head.

"Alice wanted to fuck you. You got lucky. I got lucky. I'm not doing anything wrong, because she wants it, therefore I don't deserve anything wrong done back to me. Bee will not be traumatized by me. I won't allow it."

"She will be. When reality will hit her and she'll understand everything, she's going to hate you. She's never going to be with another man normally. Every pedophile knows he steals the childhood of a youth as soon as they start doing things with 'em. But... whatever, you can be stubborn, with you little guide and all. I'm just saying..."

I nodded, and he got up. "Go to her. I'd be freaked leaving my beauty alone at home, defenceless with some creepy landlord snooping around."

I left into the bright afternoon sun. Yeah, it would be nice to go out. I went back for Bee and found her asleep, naked, the sheeting half-off her. Her hair was dishevelled and I couldn't help but watch her for a few minutes, the lovely stretching of her chest and belly, and the twitching of her muscles. Her lips were pink, wet, and before I would wake her for anything sexual, I tapped her bum and she awoke. She smiled at me and said,

"Is it time to get up?"

"It's the middle of the afternoon. How about we go out?"

"Yeah!"

We dressed for the warm and windy weather and stepped out into the sunshine. She took my hand and we walked to the bus stop and then took the bus to the kinderboerderij, a sort of petting zoo for kids. I didn't tell her and when we got there, she gasped in surprise.

"Bunnies!" she cried out in joy.

She jumped up and down and went to a rabbit and cuddled it. There were all sorts of cute animals and she went crazy, practically crying she was so in love.

"Cole! Hold it!" she told me about a really fat guinea pig.

They usually squirmed and screamed, but this one was probably old and retired. I held it and it fell asleep in my arms. Guess I wasn't too stressed then. I pet it and after an hour of me sitting down with the guinea pig and her tiring herself out, I placed the oldie in his pen and she took my hand again.

"That was fun!"

"We can come back if you want."

"Yay!" I had a pamphlet that showed a few places we could go. One of them was de bloeiende Victoria, some sort of garden. Sounded cool enough. We travelled there, and as we arrived, I heard her sigh.

"What is it?" I asked her.

"I... I..."

I bent down in front of her and smirked, proud of myself.

"It's called being horny. You can just say that you're horny, but... softly, like to me only, you know?"

She nodded and her little hand reached for her crotch. I took it. "Not here," I told her, who blushed.

"But... Cole..." she almost moaned. Jesus was this real? Did children really have this intense need for sudden sexual fulfilment? The guide hadn't made her into a nymphomaniac, had it?

"Let's find a nice place and we'll see what we can do in public, okay?"

She nodded, confident, but I wasn't. At all. I took her hand and led her into the gardens. She was tense. I looked around and did not see any cameras, but there might have been some there. The place was basically deserted. We arrived in an overgrown grass shrubbery and I peaked within the plants. There was a bit of an empty space. It was risky, but I was feeling more and more excited about the risk. It was a fear, and it was a pleasure.

I tugged her and she climbed into the shrubbery. I followed her, making sure no one had seen us and we went deep into the bush. She lay down, pulled up her dress and pushed down her panties. I licked my fingers to clean them, because she didn't need lubricant. I touched her and started rubbing her clitoris, but she groused:

"No... inside..." She touched my hand.

I used my middle finger, and delved it in her burning vagina.

"Should I put another finger in?"

She nodded, all the while tilting her head back into the earth and holding back her moans. She now understood that if others heard them, it could get us into trouble. I slid my index alongside my other finger and found myself pushing through with ease. It was stretching her yes, but not violently.

Her eyes gave her away, with their salty tears rolling delicately as she rejoiced the coming of her tender agony. I went rather quickly, but steadily, knowing that she was still a bit sensitive. I had broke her hymen, but she was still a virgin.

"Faster, Cole..." she whispered, her cheeks bright red, her forehead drenched from the heat.

I went to her desired speed and she bucked and convulsed. I watched her vulva open and moisten, as her sexual muscles flexed and relaxed.

"In my bum..." she said.

"Say it right," I commanded. "Or I won't do it."

"Cole..." she moaned, flushing even more red.

"Say it," I groaned, reaching for my zipper and freeing my pushing erection.

"I want your finger in my... in my anus."

"Gladly."

I shocked her, and it worked well because she was so small and so close together. She opened her mouth and took a deep breath, and I covered it with my other hand before she could let out any sort of noise. She nodded and I removed my hand, although it was a rather sexy to shut her up like that.

"Cole..." she exhaled, biting into her lower lip.

"Are you going to come?"

She shook her head, and I removed my fingers and bent down to lick her excited sex. I did admit that it was getting nerve-racking to be out here, despite the backlash thrill that climbed up my spine and occasionally blew a firework in my brain.

"No..." she mewled.

"Well... what do you want me to do?"

"I... don't know. It feels good inside, but..."

She wants to fuck you Cole; her body is ready. Not here. Not now.

"Let's go home. I'll give you what you want then."

She nodded and I helped her dress herself. For sure, I was horribly blue-balled, but I survived the walk back out of the gardens, trying to be inconspicuous, and the ride on the bus back. So did she.

-End of Part 11-