From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: The Preteen Baby Maker   
      
   By bobandcarole (M/f/f/f, preteen, M/F, inc, preg., pedo)   
      
   CHAPTER ONE   
      
   I arrived at the Hudson home a few minutes past seven. Mr. and Mrs.   
   Hudson ushered me in, then offered me a seat in their spacious family   
   room. It was probably the most comfortable chair I had ever sat in, and   
   I was wondering how much it cost when Mrs. Hudson inquired as to   
   whether I would care for something to drink.   
      
   "Sure, scotch and water would be fine, if you have it," I told the   
   classy woman. She was clad in a very low cut white top and yellow   
   shorts, that were clinging to her hips, and which were quite short and   
   a size or two too small for her body. Her long strawberry hair flowed   
   down her back in a lazy, yet very sensual, manner as she strolled away   
   from the room to fetch my drink.   
      
   Her husband, a rather short man in his mid-thirties, I guessed, was   
   also wearing shorts, green ones, and he had a T-shirt on that boasted   
   of his favorite NFL team in bright red lettering. His brown hair was   
   growing thin, I noticed, and he seemed a bit nervous.   
      
   His shapely wife returned a moment or two later and flashed her   
   stunning blue eyes at me as she handed me my drink. She then returned   
   to sit alongside her husband on the sofa across from me.   
      
   I took a sip from my drink.   
      
   "How is it?" she asked.   
      
   "Fine, perfect, Mrs. Hudson" I answered. "Couldn't be better. Thank   
   you."   
      
   "Call me Inez, won't you?" she said with a smile.   
      
   "Okay, and call me Bob," I said in reply.   
      
   "I'm Paul, by the way," the husband cut in. "No need for formality   
   here, right? I mean, under the circumstances," he added a bit   
   awkwardly.   
      
   "Fine with me, Paul," I said, taking another sip of the scotch.   
      
   There was a tense minute of silence, and then Paul Hudson spoke out   
   again.   
      
   "Well, as you know, Bob, from our ad on the Internet that you were   
   gracious enough to respond to, we are seeking someone to impregnate our   
   little Kara. She turned 10 six months ago but has already started   
   having periods. That sometimes occurs earlier than expected, as I am   
   sure you know."   
      
   "Yes, of course," came my reply. "May I ask just why it is you two want   
   her knocked up? Your ad was rather vague on that."   
      
   "We want her to .. well, you see, it's a bit difficult to explain, "   
   Paul stammered.   
      
   "It's because of Paul's father mostly," Inez cut in. "You see, my   
   father-in-law is quite wealthy, and his money is actually what keeps us   
   in this beautiful home. To be perfectly honest with you, Henry, Paul's   
   father, is an old pervert, and a pedophile to boot, and it is his   
   desire to see our sweet Kara knocked up, as you so aptly put it."   
      
   "Ah, I see," I said. "So, why doesn't the old lecher do the job himself   
   then?"   
      
   "He's no longer capable of something like that," Paul spoke up. "He had   
   a vasectomy some years ago, as did I, so that is out of the question."   
      
   "So, both father and son are now shooting blanks, hm?" I said, smiling   
   broadly, as I gulped down the remains of the scotch.   
      
   "Yes," Paul admitted, hanging his head down somewhat.   
      
   "If we do not comply with Henry's wishes with regards to this matter,"   
   the gorgeous Inez said, "we won't be living this grand lifestyle that   
   we now enjoy much longer. It's really as simple as that."   
      
   "Well, I think I can do the job," I told them flatly. "Of course, there   
   is the matter of my fee, as I explained in my response to your ad."   
      
   "Yes, of course, and that is no problem," Inez assured me. "Once Kara   
   is confirmed as pregnant, we will be delighted to pay you in cash, just   
   as you stated you wanted in your reply to our ad."   
      
   "Well, I've seen her picture, the one you posted with your ad," I said,   
   "and she certainly is attractive. I don't contemplate any problems with   
   me getting hard and fucking the daylights out of her."   
      
   "Must .. must you put it so crudely?" Inez asked.   
      
   "That's how I talk, Inez," I informed her. "I'm here to fuck your ten   
   year old daughter, and hopefully to knock her up in the process, so I   
   really see no need to pretend otherwise, do you?"   
      
   "No, no, I suppose not," Inez said softly.   
      
   "Well, perhaps it's time I met the little bitch, hm?" I said.   
      
   "Yes, of course," Inez said. "She's upstairs doing her homework. I'll   
   go get her."   
      
   "Hold on a minute," I said. "Does she know what is going on? Does she   
   know her grandfather wants her knocked up and that some stranger is   
   going do the job?"   
      
   "Yes," Inez confessed, as her winsome face turned red. "Paul and I have   
   discussed it with her. She adores her grandfather, and she very much   
   likes the way we live, and especially the expensive gifts he gives her,   
   so she is willing to comply with his wishes, just as we are."   
      
   "Well, that's a plus," I said with a grin. "Tell me though, has the   
   little cunt been fucked before or is she still a virgin?"   
      
   "She's never been, uh, fucked before," Paul Hudson answered for his   
   wife. "She has sucked two cocks, her granddad's of course, and one of   
   her teachers at her school. She's been sucking cocks since she was   
   six."   
      
   Paul's face turned beet red at this admission and he twirled his   
   fingers nervously.   
      
   "Good," I said. "She's never sucked YOUR cock, Paul?"   
      
   "Uh, no," he said meekly. "My father won't allow that. He says it would   
   not be right for her to do that."   
      
   "I see," I said in reply, thinking that old Henry must be one hell of a   
   pervert. He doesn't mind the kid sucking HIS cock, or anyone else's   
   apparently, but not her father's. What the fuck was up with that, I   
   wondered?   
      
   "Okay, go get the little bitch then," I said. "Let's get the show on   
   the road."   
      
   "Uh, there is one more thing," Paul said nervously.   
      
   "Yeah, what?" I asked.   
      
   "My dad .. well, he wants Kara turned into a full fledged slut, too.   
   Can .. can you do that also?" Paul inquired.   
      
   I laughed.   
      
   "No problem," I assured him.   
      
   CHAPTER TWO   
      
   It was some five minutes later when Inez Hudson returned to the family   
   room with her 10 year old daughter in tow. The little bitch looked even   
   better than her picture! She had the same strawberry hair color as her   
   mom, and was currently wearing it in a ponytail. Her eyes were a very   
   brilliant blue color, and unlike her mother, she had freckles on her   
   face, which I found to be charming. Her mother had her dressed in a   
   very short dark blue mini-skirt and a white top. She also was wearing   
   white knee socks and black patent leather little girl shoes. Inez   
   placed the child in front of me, and then sat back down on the sofa   
   with her husband.   
      
   I looked Kara over from head to toe. Her eyes shifted to the floor as   
   she stood there while I looked at her. She was obviously a trifle   
   bashful.   
      
   "She's beautiful," I said to her parents, looking over at them for a   
   brief second. They both smiled proudly when I said that to them.   
      
   I then reached out and took hold of Kara's hands with my own. I pulled   
      
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