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These stories are just that, stories, and do not promote or condone the activities described herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex between adults and minors. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ It had been a slow, unprofitable week generally, a few half decent jobs but not much in between. I'd been in the job for long enough to know it always was, and always would be a financial roller coaster, boom and bust from one day to the next. It was just after 3 pm as I pointed the cab back towards the central business district, I joined the main road and filtered in to a long line of slow moving, vacant taxis trying to space themselves evenly in the nearside lane. I'd mentally switched off within a few hundred yards, fully aware that I had little chance of getting hailed with so many available cabs in front of me. This was pointless I thought, I'll go get a coffee and rank up for a while, it'll pick up when the offices kick out, it always did. I ducked off down a residential back street, there was little chance of trapping something in this highly affluent area but the best coffee was this way and any job would be a bonus, I'll let the Gods decide I thought. The roads were narrowed by parked cars and the traffic congestion was compounded by rich bitches in four-wheel drives collecting kids from expensive private schools. Saint this and Royal that, knocking out pretentious brats with the best education money could buy, an education they'd never need because of the massive inheritance awaiting them. Bitter? Me? No not really, just another slow day making me irritable with the boredom of what I did, or didn't do to be more accurate. Just then I noticed the silver Mercedes coming in the other direction, furiously flashing it's headlights at me...what the fuck? There was plenty of room to pass, what was her fucking problem? I naturally assumed it was a woman...I wasn't wrong. She was waving at me to slow down, I dropped the window as we pulled alongside each other. "Are you free?" She asked with received pronunciation. "No Madam, I charge the metered rate." I responded cynically. She smiled...I didn't. "But you ARE available for hire?" She continued. "Yes Madam, I am." I replied. I was going to mention the bright yellow, well lit 'TAXI' sign on the roof but I thought, better not. A jobs a job I thought, I hoped for something going a long way or something that would at least keep me occupied until the rush hour kicked off, although I was fully expecting a local ride. "Oh good, I need you to take my daughter home, wait for her, then take her to the Royal Ballet School, would that be okay?" She asked. "Certainly Madam, no problem." I cordially accepted. She gave me the home address, which I knew well enough, it was about 3 miles west, the exact opposite direction to the Royal Ballet School that was in the old part of the city to the east. On a normal day this would just be another job but today it was definitely a good job. I cheered up the instant she gave me more than enough cash to cover the fare and a decent tip! The daughter got out from the other side of the car, she was a classic young English rose...bud, tall, slim and immaculate in every way. She was already as pretty as the rose she would inevitably become, but this would be a silent journey I thought, as I watched a young 'Emma Watson-esq' girl walk round the car in all her perfect beauty. She got into the cab like an angel on a light breeze and I headed off towards the first stop, I glanced in the mirror and surveyed my young passenger. Her deportment was present and correct, slim pale legs with knees and ankles clamped tightly together, her hands lay flat on top of each in her lap as her long, straight, blonde hair cascaded down across her stiff upper body. Her uniform was a typically nostalgic brown, a leather satchel lay on the seat beside her with the unusually short, pleated skirt smoothed out across her lap revealing blemish free, downy haired thighs. She flicked her head forward from her sideways gaze to make eye contact via the mirror. I smiled, she smiled back as etiquette demanded, her blazer was open and her brilliant, white cotton shirt covered two small breasts, an under garment of some kind was clearly visible beneath it. I decided she was around 12/13 years old but she could've been anywhere between 11 and 15. "So? You want to be a ballerina then?" I said, starting a conversation to pass the time. "No, not really." She replied in her well educated but officious voice. "Oh? I thought...? I was stumped, momentarily but determined not to be put off. "No, my parents are avid ballet lovers and would like me to pursue it as a profession." She interrupted with perfect grammar. "Oh, I see, you're not so keen then?" I guessed. "No...it is a good discipline and good for my physique but I hate the other pretentious little bitches and their ridiculous dreams of stardom, they're pathetic!" She retorted, sounding annoyed. "Oh, okay...not your thing then?" I pursued the question. "No, I believe my mind is where I exist, my body is just a vehicle to move me around." She replied. "Hmm? That's a very existential view for such a young person?" I said. "Not all blondes are dumb, ditsy fuck pigs!" She suggested. "Oh, no...I didn't mean...I...I?" I fumbled my words with surprise. She broke into a laugh, briefly, fully aware of the shock value of what she just said. "You're shocked at my choice of words aren't you?" She teased, grinning. "Well...honestly yes, yes I am!" I said truthfully. "We're not all demure little conformists you know?" She smiled. "No, I guess not!" I agreed. With my many years of talking to the eclectic mix of people in had the cab I carefully steered the conversation and moved it on to a more relaxed place. I used a few words I wouldn't normally dare to use in such company and she responded likewise, she used words I certainly wouldn't expect to hear from one so young and so well cared for. She had a good grip on the realities of life and her privileged position within it, she was no shrinking violet, that was for sure! She seemed to appreciate my frank, non-judgemental attitude and had turned off the grip on her physically taught pose, parting her legs in a tom-boyish way that would be seen as highly unfitting behaviour in the social circles she was associated with. I spoke to her like an adult, this was the key to unlocking her personality, which was surprisingly nice and intelligent too. I glanced round every time the traffic stopped to face her, I couldn't help but notice that her now spread legs offered a good view of the knickers she was wearing. I turned round often to savour the easily achievable delight of seeing her white panties between those perfect, milky white thighs, the small, narrow bulge of her (no doubt) perfect vagina lips teased me mercilessly. There was a stirring in my limp cock as I imagined her soft outer lips covered in a similar, light downy hair, she removed her blazer, pushing her tiny bumps forward and revealing white, skinny arms and narrow shoulders. Then she untucked the white school shirt to offer me a quick glimpse of her smooth, flat tummy. I dreamed she would continue as she was obviously displaying her fine physique for my approval, she stopped, I responded appropriately; "Well ballet certainly hasn't done you any harm physically!" I responded in an admiring tone. "Thank you but as I suggested, you get what you're given, there's really nothing you can do about it despite what the cosmetic magicians would have you believe." She replied wisely. "Looks like you got lucky then?" I quipped. She laughed and threw her head back, flicking her hair over her shoulders. "I like you!" She remarked, cheekily "You're charming without being insincere or crass." She continued. "Thank you! The feeling's mutual!" I confirmed. By the way she conducted an articulate, polite and intelligent conversation I guessed she had to be least fifteen even though she looked more like twelve physically. The traffic moved off slowly. "Edwina!" She informed me, offering a hand for shaking. I responded by imitating a hand shake over my shoulder not being able to take my eyes off the road, the Perspex partition denied any real contact anyway. "Paul" I replied. "Glad to make your acquaintance." I cringed as I spoke and gave her a wry smile, she got the inference and giggled innocently. This was going way better than I'd expected, we we're laughing and joking about life and the ridiculous obsessions rich people had about their appearance. I made several self-deprecating remarks that had her in fits of laughter, she was now perched right on the edge of the seat with her skirt slid well back. I turned round to satisfy and increase my state of arousal as often as the traffic would allow, she must have known what I was doing, it was pretty obvious, but it didn't seem to bother her. "Just here...on the right...the blue door." She directed. I pulled up outside the small mews house in this highly desirable residential district. She seemed very keen to carry on our conversation and made no move to get out of the cab. I reminded her that she had to get to her ballet lesson but she said she didn't need to be there until 5.30, so we had plenty of time, and anyway she'd only be waiting around with nothing to do if she got there early. I was twisted round in my seat, watching her gesticulations with great interest...mostly in her fit, slim young figure, which greatly belied her astute mental capabilities. I couldn't help notice the ever widening gap between her legs and...was that a tiny damp spot appearing in the crack of her white knickers? I actually think she was getting turned on...works for me I thought! "I really need the to use the toilet." She admitted. "You must come in and read some of my essays on psychology, I would be very interested in your opinion?" She suggested. "Er...Sure!...Why not?" I agreed. She suggested I put the cab in the garage to avoid a parking ticket, it was directly next to the main door, originally the stables next to the staff quarters for the large, now separate Victorian town house on the main road. She leapt out to lift the large heavy door without further question. It didn't look like I had much choice in the matter but I was so captivated by this sweet young girl I was happy to comply with any request. I parked inside, switched off, left my bits and pieces in the cab and pulled down the garage door behind me. She opened the door and we entered, Edwina announced her arrival to someone called 'Sandra'. Sandra turned out to be the old Spanish live-in domestic, a short fat fifty-something woman wearing an apron and clutching a duster...more for effect than anything else, I suspected. Edwina rattled off something in Spanish, which I think was; an order to make her a sandwich, which she would have later and not to disturb her in the meantime...my Spanish is not good. "Come on...this way." She requested. I followed as she strode off confidently down a passageway and up a dark narrow staircase, leading to a smaller than usual door which opened into a substantial, well-lit bedroom, probably hers judging from the array of dolls thoughtfully arranged on the bed and a chair by the dressing table. An interior designer had been hard at work in here. I noticed that everything was colour co-ordinated in yellows and blues, the subtle decorations and furnishings were top quality, interesting and tasteful. She casually slapped the computer keyboard on the purpose-made desk as she passed it, a very large, flat-panel, wide-screen monitor lit up instantly as the computer woke up from stand-by, only the very best for this kid I thought! "Wont be long...make yourself comfortable." She casually suggested like a good hostess. She tossed her blazer and satchel onto the bed as she kicked off her school shoes then dragged back a huge, full height, sliding mirror-door to unveil the vast walk-in-wardrobe space behind it. She walked in and disappeared through a small internal side door to an on-suite bathroom. I sat at the computer checking her desktop icons, all the usual stuff really, nothing I wouldn't have expected. I heard the toilet flush and the water running as she washed her hands before opening the door and emerging from the brightly lit bathroom. She had taken off the long white socks and school shirt (presumably dumped in a laundry basket) and stood there, still and composed, a small, tight, cropped white vest top that displayed her small, pointy bumps beautifully. I gulped at the sight her slim torso, the long slender legs and the semi-nudity...but for the short pleated skirt and skimpy top. I am but flesh and blood and bone and she was staggeringly beautiful beyond any doubt and in every conceivable way. "Are you sure it's okay for me to be here while you get changed?" I questioned respectfully, almost choking on my words. "Well that would greatly depend on your true intentions, now wouldn't it?" She smiled and then broke into a laugh at the obviously embarrassing predicament I was struggling with, my concerned face broke as I got the joke and sniggered agreeably. "Sandra and I have an agreement, we don't snitch on each other, I let her get away with things and she says nothing of my misdemeanours when my parents are out." She informed me. Oh, I see...so you've done things like this before?" I enquired, tentatively. "Good God no!" She exclaimed. "I've never brought anyone else up here before, you're the first!" She continued. "I feel special!" I remarked. "Right time, right place." She suggested with a sexy grin. She came over to me as I sat in front of her PC, leaned forward at my side and grabbed the small, wireless mouse to click open; Start > Control Panel > Folder Options > View. She checked; *show hidden files and folders* > Apply and then closed everything down. She opened My Documents > My Pictures >'ballet 01'. A window opened up flicking from icon to thumb-nail in rapid succession across the large screen, I could clearly see the small figure of a ballerina which I assumed must be her. "Check them out!" She insisted. I opened the first picture and started to click through a series of about 50 or 60 images of Edwina performing the various ballet positions at the bar of a mirror walled dance studio. The obligatory, skin-tight, silky white leotard showed off her slim figure to perfection, some of the shots were in close-up, surprisingly? The bulge of her mons pubis just below and between prominent pelvic hip bones combined with her small breasts pointing forwards, was nothing short of highly erotic as she contorted herself into basic ballet positions. Several shots of her with legs spread almost in 180 degree opposition to each other showed no definition between her legs as the tightly stretched fabric flattened everything. She made comments as she watched by my side, I snatched the odd sideways glance at her minimal, white crop-top and the delicious little buds underneath. I could see the profile of her larger than expected nipples and the small secondary mounds of her areolae atop pert cones just few inches from my face. The semi-transparent cotton was offering no real barrier to seeing the darker tips, my only wish was that her top was less well fitting so I might actually get to see these fleshy mounds. The sweet, light aroma of spring flowers emanating from her was exquisite, an expensive scent that was not helping with the swelling member I was now struggling to control, my hands were sweating as my pulse increased. She lent forward casually putting her hand on my back, between my shoulder blades and getting way to close for comfort. Having seen most of the pictures in the folder I was ready for something a little more risqu?...some hope, I thought! She must have read my mind. "Here, look at these...I think you'll like them a lot more." She said quietly, almost in a whisper. She manoeuvred the mouse, closing the file we had open and opening another that was a semi-opaque, hidden file entitled 'nor-T-me'. As the thumb-nails peppered the screen I gawped at the tiny pictures of her naked body is some highly sexual poses...God I hoped it WAS her? I nervously clicked the first one with a shaky hand and instantly identified the young girl at my side, Edwina in all her full naked glory lit up the screen, my eyes and my hopes! In the first picture she stood naked, full length with feet about a six inches apart and hands on hips, smiling. "Wow!...you are v-very p-p-pretty!" I stuttered as my heart started to thump wildly. "Not bad for an eleven year old eh?" She said proudly. "ELEVEN!?" I remarked in shock. "Holy fucking, titty, Christ!" I exploded without taking my eyes off the screen. "I like that...Holy, Fucking, Titty, Christ." She repeated slowly, laughing at my choice of words. She giggled, amused at my reaction as I continued viewing, my eyes glued to the screen as I studied her small breasts in high definition, the details was stunning! Flicking through fairly quickly I soon got to the best close-ups of her buds and pubic mound, zooming in to gawk at her beautiful genitalia covered with a dusting of fine blonde hairs. I'm sure I was open mouthed and dribbling like a retard by now, my rock hard cock screaming to be let out of its cage and threatening to dump a sack load of cum right there in my pants. "You obviously like your body and enjoy being naked then?" I suggested in a amazingly controlled way. "Why not?" She said shrugging her shoulders. "Indeed!" I confirmed, wiping the dribble from my chin. My innate nervousness was fast being replaced by rampant, uncontrollable lust as I continued the picture show, accepting that I was seeing the very best when I got to the open crotch shots displaying Edwina's spread pussy lips and the exposed darker pink entrance to her vaginal canal. Nearing the end, the pictures showed various insertions, fingers, hair brushes and the handle of an electric toothbrush that was as long and as fat as any really large cock...like mine for instance? That she could even get it in her unfucked eleven year old sex pipe to such a depth was quite a revelation to me, I thought an eleven year old would struggle with a finger? I was positively salivating at the sight of her juvenile cunt getting stretched by the cock-sized tool and could barely stop myself getting my cock out to masturbate. I grabbed my thoughts and steady myself. "I'll have to use your toilet soon? I asked. "Will you?" She questioned. "Or do you just need to relieve yourself...sexually?" She enquired. "I'm not going to get anything past you am I?" I smiled, feeling a bit more confident about what might be going to happen. "No, but maybe you'll let me help you with that...issue?" She suggested. "Er...really? If you want to...I don't think I could resist somehow?" I said, honestly. "I take it you've never done this kind of thing before?" I continued. "No, but there's a first time for everything and I feel sure you'll teach me all I need to know?" She requested. "With the greatest pleasure!" I confirmed confidently. She smiled as she lent towards me and planted a kiss on my dry mouth, I instinctively put my hands around her tiny waist and pulled her closer, sliding them upwards and under her crop-top to caress her immature nipples. My thumbs toying with them as tongues fought for supremacy and our saliva mixed in this unexpected youthful acceptance of lust. She pulled away quickly leaving me with my mouth gaping and my tongue lolling, with her eyes fixed on my dazed expression she deftly span her skirt from front to back and undid the zip, stepping out of it to watch my eyes drop to the exposed white bulge. Without a moments hesitation she slipped them down to uncover her divine mons pubis and the silky covering of blonde hair. "Dear, sweet God, let me die another day!" I murmured, gazing back up at her pretty smiling face. She grinned at my plea as I started to unbutton my shirt, she slipped her crop-top off over her head, her sweet young breasts popping into view like jelly from a mould, she cast it aside and without breaking eye contact started to undo my belt and fly buttons. I took my shirt off and lifted my hips to help her drag my jeans down, kicking my trainers off in the process. My fit-to-burst cock, inclined like a symbol of righteous power, springy and potent, she looked but didn't touch. "Big." She said in quiet contemplation. "Are you sure about this?" I asked in the moments pause. "Er...we are both totally naked, except for your socks." She commented as she tore her eyes from my huge expectation to catch mine. "Which part of 'Please fuck me and destroy my virginity' don't you understand, hmm?" The sarcasm was brutal and undeniably attractive all at the same time. "But I could go to prison for this?" I begged. "True! But I think we may have already crossed that line, don't you?" She said. "Now, how about you just take me to heaven and we forget about what the conformists say, eh?...Deal?" She continued, adamant and in control. I reached down and removed my socks, standing up I collected her in my arms, her arms wrapped around me instinctively as I planted my mouth on hers to confirm my commitment to the 'deal'. The talking was done, the doing was about to start. I let her gently fall backwards onto the silk that covered the bed, amidst the numerous soft toys she looked no less beautiful than a naked Seraphim to my ephebophile eyes, I lay on my side next to her and she rolled onto her side to face me. " I have no intention of getting pregnant, so you'll make sure that wont happen, wont you?" She demanded. "I will." I promised. Physically, for her age she was everything I'd ever wanted, in the social order of things I felt almost intimidated by her, I was about to change that. As we embraced and kissed my significant cock pressed hard against her, she touched my face and ran her nails down my back as I held her slim body in a bear hug, moving away to run my hands feverishly over her perky young buds. She slipped her hand down to hold my rampant hard-on but didn't move her hand apart for the odd, careless jerk. My hand ventured down between her legs, stopping only to caress the fine hair on her mound. Then I gently touched the very tip of her hardening clitoris, she gasped and begged; "More, do more of that." I encircled the small hard button with my finger tips for a few minutes, then moved them down to find a soaking wet pussy, my finger slid in with ease, first one, then two. I pumped them in and out, making a slurping, sucking noise in the abundant juice she was already producing. She seemed to be building to an orgasm, I used my middle finger and thumb to grip her in what I once heard called; The Boston Claw, vibrating my hand violently she came, oh and how she came!! Her back flexed repeatedly as wave after wave of ecstasy washed her mind into oblivion, producing more clear, vaginal discharge than I've ever seen! She was visibly perturbed by her explosive orgasm. "How did you do that, you bastard, how the fuck did you do that?" She demanded, breathless and panting some ten seconds later. I just smiled and pushed her onto her back. I raised myself over her, moving her slender legs as far apart as I could. I sat back on my heals and masturbated my huge cock. It was 'big' as she had suggested, I was worried that she would reject it as being too large for her tiny, virginal cunt but those fears were soon dispelled by internal exploration, which greatly contrasted the exterior view. For an almost skinny eleven year old she had room for me...at a stretch maybe but enough room with a squeeze. "Are you going to take fuck me with that enormous...thing?" She asked. " I am...oh yes, I most certainly am!" I replied. At last I had the upper hand as her pre-teen confidence slipped away to the fragile acceptance that the ram-rod I was about to force into her posh little cunt was a rock-rigid cock of the very largest variety! "Please take me slowly...and don't...do it in me, will you, I'm not using any contraception?" She reminded me, meekly. "For your ultimate gift, I would willingly burn in hell for all eternity...your wish is my command." I said, poetically. "I'll take it easy and pull out before I cum." I confirmed. "Thank you, you may proceed." She answered with a cheeky grin, having regained her confidence. I lent forward, still gripping my beast, looking down I directed it between her cum soaked pussy lips and pushed gently into her. She looked on open mouthed but made no sound, it took fair amount of pressure to enter her. I released my grip and began a slow fucking movement, just dipping in the first few inches. She released a lung full of air that she'd obviously been holding during the introduction of my fat cock to the tight space that now gripped it so warmly. I worked up through steady stages of speed and depth until I was eight inches to the balls, deep inside this posh little girls body that could satisfy the Gods of love and beauty. "How's that?" I asked. "Uh!" She grunted as I nailed another home run. She said nothing more but nodded her head and gripped me hard, twice, with her fingers dug into my forearms. Her nails were breaking the skin, drawing blood...like I gave a shit! Looking down at my unfeasibly large cock disappearing into her tiny body with every shove, I wondered why she didn't split in two as her taught outer lips struggled to stretch to the size required. I wondered whether she'd ever stop leaking fluid as it visibly spurted out under the pressure of the in-stroke? But then without it I'd have had great difficulty keeping going, the intensity of the grip her pelvic floor muscles had on me would've seen me spraying jets of cum in seconds. I slowed my pace and slipped my hand under her neck, gripping her fine blonde hair firmly from behind, she looked up at me with concern. "Don't worry, it's okay!" I said to ease her concerns. Holding her hair securely I pulled her head gently backwards and let my animalistic lust take the reins, pumping hard and deep I rose to a crescendo in under a minute, the pleasure in every single thrust was infinitely better than the best wank. I know I was grunting as I rammed the full length of my rod into her, this perfect, slim eleven year old was being bounced around like a unconscious drunk. My ejaculation was timed to perfection, three deep stabs and then ripped out to be grabbed by my waiting hand. I directed the first long jet to ricochet off her mons pubis, leaving a long thin trail of cum leading up to a small pool on her chest just below her sweet young tits. A second got squirted across her hip, the third was just a large dribble that I squeezed out over her flat tummy. I fell on her, kissing her small buds and spreading my cum between us, a few hip spasms depositing a tiny bit more on the silk duvet cover. She was massaging the back of my head and whimpering softly, still writhing and rubbing her clit against me to prolong her orgasm. I was drunk with ecstasy and inane grim spread across my elated expression. "That was in a league all of it's own...Gods own league of pleasure!" I waxed lyrical in my stupefied state of mind. She was running her well manicured nails up and down my back but I could barely feel it or even cared to comment. The mood afterwards was subdued and acceptably embarrassing. As she grabbed my large hands with small fingers and said; "Come on, we need to shower." We washed ourselves and each other in the powerful jet of water, there was an unspoken, mutual respect between us, her mini-size belittled by my manly frame. The caressing was sensual but not sexual, we were way past that, this was a melding of two minds who had just found the mythical pot of gold at the of the rainbow. When the Grim Reaper finally arrives with my exit visa I'll be smiling from ear to ear...the happiest man who ever lived on this Earth!