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 Eleven - Part 7

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   "So what are you telling your parents about Wednesday afternoons?"

   "Oh, they don't really care.  Mom asked me why I have so much money in
my pocket the other day.  I told her I got a job baby sitting.  She took
$20, the bitch."

   "What about your Dad?"

   "What about him?"

   "Doesn't he worry about you wandering off on your own?"

   "Nah.  There's only one thing he wants from me."

   "What's that?"

   She gave me a little smile.  "Same thing that you do, mister."

   "What, your Dad?"

   "Yeah, he's disgusting.  I hate that man.  He beats my mom, he comes
home drunk, and he tries to do revolting things to me."

   "Tries?"

   "Yeah, well I've learned how to fight back.  I swear I'm going to end up
killing him one of these days."

   "Oh, Karen, I'm so sorry.  That shouldn't have to happen to any young
girl.  I mean...  not in your own home.  Not your..." And I couldn't resist
asking, "How long has he...?"

   Karen sat quietly for a moment.  We were sitting on my studio sofa, her
leg slung over mine.  Her hair smelt of shampoo and outdoors, and her jeans
were a little muddy.  Her bare foot was wiggling its toes over my knee.

   "Since I was five," she said in a small, sad voice.

   "Five?  Oh my god, that's just evil."

   "Yeah, well," she said, smiling a small smile while she brushed a hand
over her eyes.  "It happens."

   "I don't know how you can ever trust a man again.  I mean...  couldn't
you tell your Mom?"

   "Yeah, I tried, but she doesn't want to know.  Anyway she's terrified of
him."

   I thought of Karen's huge mom and her diminutive husband.  Strange
world. I felt so sad for this abused and neglected little girl - and yet, I
was no better than her dad.  In fact, just thinking about him molesting her
at the age of five was giving me an uncomfortable feeling in my groin.  I
wanted her to tell me exactly what he had done and how it had felt - but I
wasn't going to go there.  After all, I had her with me on my lap.  I had
paid her $100, and we both knew what that meant.  Let's face it, I was
worse than the dad.  I was paying her for sex at the age of eleven.

   Wanting to distract her attention from the sad thoughts, I gently
tickled her foot.  She giggled, and squirmed it away from me.  "Quit that,
how'd you know I'm ticklish!"

   "Ew, your feet are filthy," I countered.  Putting her leg down, I got up
and went to kitchen to get a wet towel.  Sitting back down on the sofa, I
took one foot after the other and loving wiped them clean.  Then, taking
her right foot back on my leg, I gently stroked up and down the sole, while
she shivered and tried not to jerk it away.  "I told you, I'm ticklish!"

   "How about licklish?" I asked, bringing her foot up to my mouth and
running my tongue gently over the sole.  Slowly, I ran my tongue over her
toes, and then took each one in my mouth, sucking on it while I stroked it
with my tongue.  It felt incredibly erotic to have this 11-year-old girl's
foot in my mouth, her thighs spread out in front of me on the sofa in their
faded, muddy jeans.

   "How does that taste?" she asked.

   "Delicious." I sucked on her toe as though on an exquisite clam shell.



   "It feels kind of gross," she said.

   "Are you sure?"

   Slowly, lingeringly, putting all of my sensuality in it, I ran my tongue
over her big toe.  I tried to feel each pore of her skin, as with my hand I
stroked the sole of her foot and then ran it down the underside of her
jeans.  I felt her shudder a little.

   Planting her foot against my chest, I reached down and gently pushed her
down so that her back rested on the arm of the sofa.  Unbuttoning her
jeans, I pulled down the zipper and opened the flaps so I could see her
white panties.  Then, reaching over her hips, I pulled on her panties so
they came down just a little, revealing her few strands of hair and the
start of her mound.  Leaving her jeans open and her panties revealing the
top of her pubis, I went back to licking on her toes, watching as she put
her hand to her middle as though unsure whether to pull her pants down more
or to zip them back up.



   Very gently, I reached down and took her hand, slipping her fingers
under her panties so that they rested on the top of her slit.  While I ran
the top of my tongue over her big toe, I watched her hand as she looked at
me questioningly.  Giving her a little nod, I licked the inside of her toe
as though I were trying to show her what I wanted her to do.  She got the
hint.  Slowly she moved her fingers deeper inside her panties.  I saw the
outline of her finger reaching for the folds of her slit.  Her eyes half
closed, and a dreamy look came in them.  I pushed my tongue harder against
the back of her foot, and I watched as she responded by digging her finger
deeper into that hidden place.  She sighed gently.

   I pushed hard against her foot with my tongue, as though I was fucking
it with my dick - so hard that her whole thigh moved back and her legs
spread wider apart.  I couldn't see what her hand was doing under her
panties, but I could see that she was going down deeper and deeper.  I
could hear her breathing, irregular and sharp.

   "I take that back," she sighed.  "What you're doing to my foot - it
feels good."

   I did.  It felt very very good.  My penis was rock hard against my
shorts.

   "I want to see," I whispered.  And, reaching down again, I pulled her
jeans and panties all the way off her legs, throwing them onto the floor
where they lay like a child's cast-offs.



   Her lovely brown legs were open in front of me, her dusky slit
glistening under the touch of her grubby little fingers.  Once again, I ran
my tongue up and down the sole of her foot, sometimes just stroking it with
the tip of my tongue, sometimes pushing hard against it.  Her hand
responded to my rhythm as she moved her fingers over the folds of her
preteen vagina, finding the spots that felt the best.  As I licked at her
foot, I ran my hand softly up and down the underside of her thigh, pushing
against her foot to open her thighs wide, loving the sight of her fingers
playing against the folds of her soft little cunt.  As she played with her
vagina, she made soft little grunting noises and rocked her thighs back and
forth.

   While Karen touched herself, I ran my tongue over her heel, down the
back of her calf (it tasted so salty and sweet, just as a little girl
should.  And so deliciously smooth!).  My hand was stroking the underside
of her thigh near her buttocks, while my tongue ran up and down the
underside of her leg, and all the while she was fingering herself and
working up to a heavenly climax.

   I couldn't stand being in clothes for a moment longer.  I hated to let
go, but I took a moment to strip off all my clothes.  My penis burst out
from its cage like a wild animal on the hunt.  Karen was still playing with
herself, but she was watching my huge erection and a little smile spread
over her lips.  Grabbing her tee-shirt, I quickly pulled it over her
shoulders and threw it on the floor next to her forlorn panties.  Her
clothes looked so tiny on the floor - as though reminding me that I was
having sex with a little child!



   As I stroked the underside of Karen's thigh, I admired her beautiful,
slender body spread out underneath me.  Her little, pudgy breasts with
their dark nipples were hard and puckered.  Her skin was a soft as baby
powder.  Her shoulders and her waist, so small and delicate.  Her tan line
was slowly fading, but still she was a honey brown on her legs and arms,
and powder-white around the hips and breasts.  I noticed that she had a cut
on her left knee, the blood dark and scabbed.

   Gently, I brought my tongue down onto Karen's soft, preteen cunt.  Her
dark skin was wet and glistening to my touch.  Although she was still a
child, I could taste the sex on her pussy.  Her thighs were wide open under
my face, as I ran my tongue up and down her crack, over her little bump,
and right into her cunt-hole.

   "Uuh," she sighed, moving her hand back down over her clitoris.  While
Karen played with her clitoris, I thrust my tongue right inside her hole,
rubbing the index finger of my right hand against her asshole.  I felt her
fingers right against my tongue, as she ran them up and down her slit and
against her clit.  I could feel my balls about to explode, and from her
muffled groans I could guess that she was getting close.

   Lifting her thighs up from the ground, I began to tongue-fuck her in
earnest.  I wanted it to be my dick inside that soft, velvety hole, but I
knew that I couldn't do that to her.  So I imagined that my tongue was my
penis, and as I felt her fingers frantically rubbing against her clit, I
pushed my tongue in as far as it would go while my wet finger went right
into her tight little asshole.

   Slowly, as I cunt-fucked her with my tongue and ass-fucked her with my
finger, the two of us found a rhythm as we worked her up to a tumultuous
climax.  As I thrust my tongue deeper and deeper into her dark little
pussy, her pelvis thrust back into my face harder and harder.  All the
while I could feel her rubbing furiously against her clit.  I ground my
finger right up into her asshole, feeling it squeeze down on my finger with
each thrust.  I wanted so badly to stick my dick deep, deep inside her, but
she was too far gone, she was going all-out against my tongue, her breath
ragged and sobbing, her taut brown thighs trembling with each thrust.

   "Uuh, uuh, UUUGH...!"

   Karen gave a little high-pitched scream as her whole body convulsed. 
Unable to stand it a moment longer, I dropped her bottom back onto the sofa
and slapped my penis against her vagina, watching as it exploded a jet of
sperm all over her pubic mound.  I forced her convulsing thighs wide apart
and rubbed my penis hard against her wet vagina as my sperm spurted out
over her pelvis.  Even at this moment of ecstasy, I wanted nothing more
than to shove it deep, deep inside her.  Karen grabbed onto my penis with
both hands, pushing it down against her cunt and grabbing onto it with her
pelvic muscles as her body spasmed with her orgasm.

   Her sparse pubic hairs were sticky with my sperm, her cunt wet with my
tongue-juice and her own cum.  I let her pull on my dick as it emptied its
last drops over her vagina, then sat back and looked at this exquisite
little girl, her eyes closed in rapture, her little budding breasts
pointing their rock-hard little nipples toward me, her smooth brown thighs
spread wide, and her pussy covered in sticky sperm, saliva, and cunt juice.