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 Eleven - Part 6

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   The next time that I saw Karen, we both knew what was going to happen.

   That didn't make it any easier.

   I was suprised at how awkward I felt when she stood at my door on
Wednesday afternoon - a week to the hour after we had made our pact.  I
gave her the money right up front - $100 in new twenties.  I didn't want
there to be any misunderstandings or misplaced expectations about that. 
She came into the house and we both went to my studio, where the set-up was
much as it had been the last time - lights, fancy equipment, props, velvet
day-bed.

   Karen perched on the day-bed, awkward and unsure of herself.  She
suddenly looked like the eleven-year-old girl that she was.  Maybe she was
wondering if she had gotten herself in too deep.  I can tell you, I was
wondering the same.  It was hard to imagine a way that all of this could
end well down the road.

   But in the meantime, there was the here and now.  And there was the $100
that had silently passed between us.

   "So..." we both started at the same time, and we laughed awkwardly.  I
pointed at her - go ahead: beauty before age.

   "So are we going to do another photo shoot?" she asked, doing her best
to appear perky and unconcerned.

   I really wanted to reassure her.  I could well understand why she'd be
nervous.  I was myself, for that matter.  So I went along with the "normal"
act.

   "Sure, why not?  You know," I laughed a little, "I actually erased all
the pictures I took last time.  I...  I just got scared I might get into
trouble with them."

   Karen shrugged.  "Well, let's take some more then."

   And so she began posing for me like the last time.  It was a cool day,
and she was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a light blue,
long-sleeved knit top with "BE AMAZING" printed on it under a picture of
Minney Mouse.  She looked like...  an eleven-year old girl.  I wondered for
a while if she'd lost the magic of the other week: perhaps it had faded
with the summer heat.  Her smile looked more forced, and no matter how she
posed for the camera, she seemed to have lost that natural, sexy grace of
the fairy angel of my dreams.

   But after all, we were just getting warmed up.  After a while, I noticed
she was sweating a little, and I suggested, "Hey Karen, I don't know what
you're wearing under that long-sleeved shirt, but you look hot.  Maybe you
should strip off a layer."

   She looked at me and smiled a little.  Then she shrugged, reached down
and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it over her head. 
Underneath, she was wearing a white tank-top, and under that, a training
bra.  No wonder she was getting overheated.

   "Turn around a moment," said Karen.  I did as I was told, and when I
turned back, she was still wearing the tank-top, but the bra had
disappeared.  I could clearly see the outline of her pudgy little breasts
under her thin tank-top.

   "Okay, let's do it," she said.  And, pulling her phone out of her
pocket, she switched on some funky music of hers, nothing I'd ever heard
before, and as I went on snapping, she settled her body into the rhythm of
the music.

   I could feel her relaxing, and I relaxed too.  Her poses started to get
more natural, and I began to see that sexy sparkle in her eyes again.  She
was pointing her arms upward, fingers raised high, as the singer rapped -
too fast for me to be able to understand a word, but I liked the funky
beat. I found my own body repsonding to the music, and before long we had
given up on the photos, and the two of us were dancing together.  She was
actually a really good dancer!  And I was not bad myself, although this was
hardly the kind of music I was used to.  We were both getting into it, and
I could see her cheeks flushing with the excitement of a good dance.

   The music ended, and we both laughed.  As we had been dancing, I could
clearly see her white little breasts through the sides of her tank-top. 
She could see me looking, and she didn't seem to care.  In fact, as the
music moved to a slow number, she started moving alone, as though to put on
a show for me.  She raised her arms and held her hands together above her
head, turning to the side as though she actually wanted to show me what she
had.  Her little dark nipples were hard against the white fabric of her
tank top.  She bent her knees and swung her hips sexily, turning her back
to me and thrusting her butt in my direction, before turning back to me and
holding out her little hands.  I took her hands, and in a moment I had her
clasped in a slow dance, and I could feel her hips pressing against mine.
She buried her head into my chest, and even through my shirt I could feel
the heat of her cheeks.

   We danced like that for a while, and I could feel my own breath getting
shorter and more ragged.  After a while I pulled her head away from me and,
gently nudging my hand under her chin, I brought her eyes up to mine.  They
were burning with a light that I had not seen before.  I brought my face
down to hers and kissed her gently on the lips.

   Karen barely responded to my kiss, but I wasn't sure if that was because
she didn't like it, or because she had never done anything like this
before. I suspected the latter, and when I brought my lips down for a
second try, I felt her mouth slowly melting into mine.  I let my toungue
explore around her lips, and then I felt an electric jolt as her tongue
found the tip of mine.

   My right hand found its way down to her ass, and I stroked her through
her jeans while our tongues sought each other out.  She had her arms round
me, and I felt them go slack as she melted into our long kiss.

   My studio had a beautiful, thick Persian rug, all dark blues and
burgundies, and very flowery and ornamental.  As we danced slowly on its
thick pile, I eased Karen gently down until I was lying on top of her on
the rug.  Taking care to keep my weight off her, I kissed her slowly and
lovingly, feeling her breath quicken as I brought my hand around to her
thighs and stroked them over her jeans.

   Her flimsy little tank-top was already rumpled half-way up her stomach,
and, lifting my face from hers, I slowly pushed it further up her stomach
and over her puffy little breasts.  Her slender body was still as straight
as a boy's, and, lovingly, I brought my lips down over her navel, and
slowly I ran my tongue up her middle until I reached her breastbone.  Her
skin was so smooth, so healthy and shining.  Unable to resist her breasts
for a moment longer, I brought my tongue down over one nipple then the
other, feeling the tight, puckered skin of her hard little nipples as she
sharply drew in her breath.

   The sight of this beautiful preteen body, barely developed beyond the
little-girl stage, right under my eyes was driving me wild with desire.  I
could feel her breathing heavily, waiting for me to give her the next new
sensation.  And I was only too happy to oblige.  "Karen," I whispered, and
as I did so I felt for the button of her jeans, and, even as her hand moved
to stop me, I quickly unbuttoned it and pulled down the zipper.  As I
kissed and licked at her dark little nipples, I pushed my hand inside her
jeans, and found the crack of her little-girl sex through her white
underwear.

   "Stop," she whispered, hoarsely, but it was the kind of "stop" I had
heard before, and I knew what it meant.  Bringing my lips back to hers, I
pushed my tongue against her, and felt her whimpering against my mouth as I
fingered her little preteen cunt through her panties.

   "Okay," I murmured, straightening up.  "Close your eyes."

   "Why?" she asked, shyly.

   "It'll feel more special," I said, and as she obediently closed her
eyes, I grabbed her jeans and slowly pulled them down her thighs.  She
resisted a little at first, but I put my hand over her eyes and gently
closed them again, and I felt her body relax as I pulled her jeans down
around her knees, and then right off her.  I admired her muscular brown
thighs, and, grabbing a camera from the floor nearby, I took a few shots of
this lovely preteen Asian girl, almost naked on my studio rug.

   She still had her white panties on, and I could clearly see a little
damp patch where my finger had been caressing her slit through the fabric.
Lovingly, I pushed her thighs apart, still snapping pictures, and I began
licking the smooth flesh on the inside of her thighs.  As my tongue moved
closer to her cunt, I could feel her trembling under my touch.  Softly, I
peeled the tight fabric away from her skin, revealing her slovely, smokey
little cunt.  Its lips were slightly parted, as though waiting for my kiss,
and irresistibly I brought my mouth down over her little dark preteen
pussy, and licked at her cunt lips.  She gave a soft little sigh, and
shuddered all through her body.  Her cunt was wet.  There was no doubt
about it.  She wanted this.

   Slowly and lovingly, I lapped at her cunt, feeling out the edges of her
pussy lips, and running my tongue up to her little bump, enjoying her
shudder as I ran my tongue over her little clit.  She gave off a lovely,
sweet-sour aroma, nothing like the powerful musk of an adult pussy.

   Now I grabbed her panties and quickly pulled them right down and threw
them on the rug.  My beautiful angel was naked under my eyes, except for
her flimsy white tank top pulled up around her neck.  As I pushed her
thighs back apart, I could see her mound, still almost hairless, pointing
right at me as though begging me to worship it.  Karen still had her eyes
closed, and as she sighed and moaned, I tongued her little cunt and felt
her mounting slowly toward a little-girl climax.

   When I could feel that she was close, I flipped her over.  I wanted to
see her smooth, silky back, her straight hips, and her beautiful, puffy
white buttocks.  Pulling her onto her knees, I went on tonguing her cunt as
I played my finger over her tight little Asian asshole.  I lay down right
under her, and lapped at her cunt from underneath, while I wet my index
finger and slowly slid it in and out of her asshole.  Karen gasped, and,
looking behind me, I could see her touching her own little taut nipples.

   I knew I wasn't going to try and penetrate her with my dick.  I wanted
her to have only beautiful memories of this afternoon.  But I couldn't
resist pulling off my own pants, and releasing my swollen penis into the
freedom of the warm room.  And as I did so, Karen turned her whole body
around, so that her own face was now over my massively engorged dick.  As I
tongued at her slippery wet cunt, she brought her own lips down tentatively
over my penis.  It was more than I could stand.  With a desperate sob, I
pushed my tongue as deep into her cunt as it would go, and I pushed my
finger right up her asshole.  I could feel her hips thrusting down over my
tongue, and I was finger-fucking her asshole for all I was worth, while she
clasped her fingers around the base of my dick and sofly pulled on it while
her soft wet mouth closed down over my penis-head.

   I knew I was going to come, and I could feel her ready to go too.  Now I
couldn't stand it a moment longer.  Sitting up, I pushed her head down
against the rug while her buttocks strained towards my face.  I could
clearly see the opening of her asshole, loosened by my insistent
finger-fucking.  Quickly spitting onto the inside of her buttocks, I
positioned my dick against the soft opening of her asshole.  "No," she
said, but even as she said it, I was thrusting my dick up into her soft
black asshole.  It didn't go in far.  But it was far enough for me to let
fly with the biggest orgasm I had ever experienced in my life.  I could
hear myself screaming as I thrust my sperm right up into that little girl's
tight black ass.

   I had no idea if she had enjoyed that or not.  But I could tell that she
wasn't quite there.  So now I lay her back down on her back, pushed her
thighs wide apart, and I licked at her wet little pussy until she built up
into a shuddering, convulsive orgasm.  Her thighs, cunt and asshole were
slathered by my sperm and spit and her own cunt juices.  I could hear her
sobbing, and I buried my face in her cunt until the two of calmed down.