As I approached the night club, the bouncer tried to tell her that she
couldn't get in. Quite understandable, as she clearly was not old
enough. She was a tall, long legged, slim, black girl in a purple,
strapless dress that was a couple of sizes too big for her and purple
heels that didn't quite fit either. She was nicely made up and gave an
impression of maturity beyond her years.

I knew the bouncer from way back and went over to the pair. I rested a
hand on her shoulders and as the built-in bra were made for much bigger
breasts than hers, we could clearly see her breasts, nipples and all.
"She's with me, if you don't mind," I said to the bouncer. He rolled
his eyes, but the feeling of the note I pressed into his hands seemed
to convince him.

"Thank you," she said and gave me a heart-crunching smile. And her blue
eyes were like lagoons at a Caribbean island.

"You're welcome." I kept my hand on her shoulder and led her to a
vacant table. "Want a drink?" I asked her.

"Yes please," she said. "Champagne."

I went to the bar and got a champagne for her and a whiskey for myself.
I wasn't really a fancier of the expensive grape produce of France.
After a few drinks, I asked, "Wanna dance?"

"Of course."

She was slightly tipsy and almost staggered out on the dance floor and
we had a couple of dances until a fat, white guy asked her for a dance.
She accepted readily. I sat down as the two danced around. The guy was
quite good on the dance floor and soon they were dancing close with one
of his hands on her bum and the other on her breast.

I went to the toilet and when I returned, they had disappeared from the
dance floor. As I looked carefully around, I saw them in the darkest
corner of the club. I walked towards them. There was a mate of his
there too and both of them had their trousers around their heels and
their short, fat, hard cocks sticking out. She grabbed both cocks with
one hand and bent down to give them a double blow-job. As she bent
down, I could see up her dress.

No knickers!

I moved behind her and zipped her dress down. This dress had a zipper
that reached all the way down and when opened, the dress fell off of
her.

She was naked now, except for the heels!

I carefully folded the dress up and placed it on a chair before
unzipping myself and letting my twelve, hard inches out. I positioned
myself right behind her and thrust my dick into her sweet, wet pussy as
she in earnest went down on the guys' dicks. I could get about two
thirds in before reaching her cervix. I pumped her carefully with short
strokes until she started to tremble in an orgasm. Without further ado,
I pressed through and went past her cervix into her tight womb. I
pumped her with full strokes now and loved the feeling of her cervix
hugging my dick tightly like a rubber ring. The fat guys seemed to be
near a heart attack. They were beet red in their faces and huffed and
puffed like octogenarian asthmatics.

Then we came.

The guys came simultaneously, then she came and the contractions of her
orgasm triggered mine.

What bliss to fill a thirteen-year-old womb. I withdrew before I was
quite finished shooting and spread a good load on her back just as the
guys creamed her front.

She smiled happily as the guys thanked her while pulling their trousers
up. They nodded to me and left hurriedly without looking back.

I grabbed a bunch of serviettes from a table nearby and helped clean
her up as best I could. When she was as clean as possible, I gave her
the dress and said, "I am convinced your mother would be quite
displeased if you had soiled her dress."

"I'm sure you're right, Dad."