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 for ward 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.