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 I knock on the door.  I always hate new babysitting jobs, I don't know what
their house is gonna be like, I don't know if the parents are gonna be
dicks, I don't know if the kid is gonna be a dick, it's just a bit nerve
wracking.  After waiting for a few moments, a woman opens the door.  'Ah,'
she says, 'You must be the babysitter.  I'm Karen.' 'Tom,' I say, and shake
her hand.  She leads me into the house, and ahead of me is the lounge, next
to the kitchen.  'Jasmine is usually well behaved,' Karen says, leading me
through to the lounge, 'We aren't going to need you again I don't think,
she's almost old enough to stay on her own.' 'How old is she?' I ask. 
Always good to get a number down, so I know how to act with the kids. 
'Turned eleven in April,' Karen says, 'Shes quite mature for her age, don't
be surprised if you can have a good conversation with her.' 'Thanks,' I
say, 'Bedtime?' 'Just as long as she's upstairs by nine,' Karen tells me,
'She doesn't have to be in bed as such until we get home, around eleven.'
'Okay, cool,' I say, and she ushers me to sit.  'Help yourself to food from
the fridge but we'd appreciate it if you don't take anything from the
cupboards.' 'Noted,' I say, 'I doubt I'll have much, I've already eaten.'
'Fair enough,' she says, and calls for David, Jasmine's dad.  He comes down
the stairs and they shout back up to Jasmine, saying goodbye.  She quietly
calls down, and they smile at me and leave.  As they do, I realise I
haven't even said hello to the girl I'm babysitting, so I head upstairs. 
'Jasmine?' I say, reaching the top of the stairs.  Silence greets me.  'I'm
Tom,' I try again, 'Are you okay?' Silence again.  I slowly move along the
corridor till I reach her door.  Seeing it slightly ajar, I push it
lightly, and suddenly the silence is broken.  'Dont open it!' Says a voice,
and I oblige, letting the door slowly close again.  'Erm, why?' I ask.  I
hear shuffling behind the door, then an answer.  'I'm um, putting on a
top.' My heart flutters.  I can't deny I love the look of a young
developing girl.  The innocence does something for me, I dunno.  It's kinda
the reason why I started putting myself on the babysitting scene.  I've
never done anything stupid of course, but it's nice to be around kids I
suppose.  'Okay, well let me know when you're done, I just wanted to say
hi.' 'I'll come down in a minute?' She suggests, and I agree.  Walking back
downstairs I grab a drink from the fridge and sit in the lounge.  I turn
the tv on and soon hear Jasmine's feet coming down the stairs.  Turning my
head to look at her, I'm almost made speechless.  She's absolutely
gorgeous, let alone for an eleven year old.  She's quite tall for her age,
just under 5', and has long dark brown hair.  Her eyes are deep brown, the
kind where you can barely tell where the iris ends and the pupil begins,
and she has a smattering of freckles from the bridge of her nose to her
cheekbones.  Her legs are long, especially for her age, and she almost
walks like a model.  Her feet point just slightly inwards as she stands to
look at me, and I force myself to smile and look back to the tv.  She comes
and sits on the other side of the couch to me, and faces away.  She's
wearing short pyjama shorts which are a pale pink, and a white vest top. 
Checking her back, I can see that she's wearing a small white bra, though
honestly I'm not sure it's entirely necessary.

   'We don't have to watch this,' I say.  I'd put on something without
thinking, it isn't exactly engaging.  'Its not very interesting,' she says.
She has a quiet voice, but it isn't without a hint of confidence.  I think
she's aware of her maturity, though to be fair to her it is apparent from
the off how grown up she is for her age.  'What do you want to watch?' I
ask, and she shrugs.  'Thought you wanted to say hi!' She says with a
smirk. I take the hint and turn the tv off.  'Well,' I say slightly
awkwardly, 'Hi!' She giggles and looks at me.  'I thought you'd be a girl,'
she says, and I cock an eyebrow.  'Whys that?' I ask, and she shrugs again.
She's very teenage in how she talks, it's strange.  'Well, you don't get
many boy babysitters I guess.' 'Yeah,' I reply, 'but the money is good so I
may as well.' 'I guess you're right,' she says, 'but what the hell do you
need money for?' 'Are you allowed to use that language?' I ask, and she
laughs.  'Hell?  It's not really a bad word is it?  My parents don't really
care.' 'Okay okay,' I reply, 'Just checking.  Anyway, I need the money
because I want to move out when I can.  I work at weekends and this is just
extra on the side, you know?' 'Move out with your girlfriend?' She asks,
and I chuckle.  'Nah, I haven't had a girlfriend for a while.' 'Why?'
'Bloody hell it's like you're interrogating me!' I say, and she looks a
little upset, until I laugh, and she smiles.  'Just haven't found the right
person I guess,' I say, and she smiles again.  'I get that,' she says, and
I give her a look.  'I know I'm young but it's what everyone dreams of
isn't it?' 'Yeah but, right guy?' I ask, 'Nobody's right, you're eleven.'
'Its just, all my friends are getting together with boys and they're all
so, I dunno.' 'Not mature enough?' I ask, and she nods.  'Boys are all so
boring,' she says, 'Mum says they don't grow up till they're fourteen,
that's ages!' 'There isn't much I can do about that,' I reply, 'I was still
an idiot when I was fourteen.' 'You mean you aren't now?' She smirks. 
'Look at you with the wit!' I laugh, 'Dont want you getting too unpleasant
though, or this conversation could easily go downhill.' 'I'm just playing,'
she says, 'I think you're kinda cool.' Her compliment makes me smile, and
she smiles back.  She really is beautiful, I keep having to force myself
not to stare at her.  'Did my parents say when they'd be back?' She asks,
and I tell her eleven.  She nods, and then says, 'I'm kinda bored.  What
can we do?' 'What do you want to do?' 'I asked you!' 'I'm not exactly one
for knowing what eleven year olds enjoy,' I say, 'How old are you then?'
She asks, 'Twenty, last week.' 'Okay, um,' she trails off, 'I dunno.  I
might have a shower if you can't think of anything.' 'That's okay,' I say,
'Do you know how to work everything?' 'How young do you think I am?' She
asks sarcastically, 'Well,' I say, 'Young enough to need a babysitter!' She
scowls and hits me with a pillow, then laughs.  'I shouldn't need one, I
can stay on my own.  Mum just doesn't trust me on my own with my laptop.'
'Why?' I ask, and she shakes her head.  'I'm gonna go shower,' she says,
and gets up.  The shower, apparently, is downstairs, so she grabs a towel
and heads into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

   'Let me know if you need anything!' I shout, 'I won't!' She replies, and
smile to myself.  Of course it happens that the person giving me the best
conversation for a long time is a bloody eleven year old.  I'm curious as
to what's up with her laptop though, so as she turns on the shower I
quietly head upstairs and up to her door.  As I open her door, I'm greeted
by a typical eleven year old's room.  The walls are a dark pinky purple,
and she has a small tv and laptop at the end of her bed.  She has a large
wardrobe, and a set of drawers in the corner.  Luckily enough, her laptop
is open and on, so I don't need to worry about guessing her password or
anything.  I open up the Internet browser and head to google, and click to
show her recent searches.  The top one: '11 yr old girl private funny
feeling'.  Holy shit, she's had sexual feeling in the past, and it's been
strong or frequent enough for her want to know more.  I quickly press the
search, and find that Jasmine's mum has placed restrictions in the searches
and she isn't allowed to find out what is going on with her body.  It's a
shame really, I think that someone should know about their sexual feelings,
no matter their age.  I wonder if Jasmine has done anything about her funny
feeling.  I close the browser and move to the chest of drawers, and quietly
open the top drawer.  Inside there are all manner of leggings and socks,
some knee and thigh high by the looks of things.  In the corner, very
neatly is her school uniform: a white button blouse, a thin blue cardigan,
white socks and a grey skirt.  She goes to the local school, clearly, and
must be just about to leave if she's eleven already.  Still, her uniform
isn't what I'm looking for.  I quietly close the drawer and open the second
one down, which is full of jeans, shorts and t shirts.  Not what I'm
looking for.  I close the drawer and open the last, the bottom one.  Sure
enough, there are many different pairs of knickers and pyjama shorts and
trousers, and one or two bras.  I pull out a pair of knickers: white with
pink and green polka dots, and check the front.  To my dismay they're
clean, but then I realise that they won't have been worn if they were in
her drawer.  I kneel down and check under her bed, and see another pair of
knickers.  As I'm about to pull them out, I hear a voice.  'Tom?  Where are
you?' Shit, I didn't even hear the shower stop running.  I close the drawer
quietly and move to the top of the stairs, only to find Jasmine is already
halfway up.  She's only wearing a towel, and holy shit does she look good.
Her hair is glistening wet and her freckles are far more distinguished with
wet skin.  She's looking up at me and can see her door behind me, which is
still open.  'You went in my room?' She asks.  I expected her to be angry
but to be honest she just sounds curious.  I slowly nod.  'Why?' She asks.
I wrack my brain to come up with an excuse, but I can't think of any.  I
sigh, 'You wouldn't tell me why you weren't trusted with the laptop.' She
blushes, and says, 'You didn't look did you?' I nod.  She blushes deeper,
and looks over her shoulder to the front door.  I smile, and sit at the top
of the stairs, so I'm at eye level with her.  'Jasmine, it's okay.' I say.
'Is it?' She asks, holding back tears.  'Yeah, why wouldn't it be?'
'Because nobody else talks about it,' she sniffs, 'None of my friends know
what I'm talking about.' I smile again, and put my hand on her bare
shoulder, making her wince from the cold.  'Sorry,' I say, and she giggles.
Her smile is gorgeous, she has a little mousey nose and her mouth is small,
with perfect teeth.  'Do you wanna talk about it?' I ask, and she looks at
me.  'I'm not sure I'm allowed,' she says, and I wink at her.  'Nobody
needs to know,' I say, and she smiles again and, taking me completely by
surprise, hugs me.  I make a surprised noise and she laughs, then quickly
let's go.  Her hair has made my t shirt all wet, but I don't really mind.
'Look,' I say, 'Why don't you go into your room and sort yourself out.  Let
me know when you want me to come in, yeah?' She wipes a tear from her eye,
'Can you just grab my clothes please?  I won't take longer than that.'
'Sure,' I say with a smile, and let her cross me on the stairs, and move
down to the bathroom.  Picking up her shorts and vest, I find her knickers
and bra thrown to the floor.  Her knickers are heather grey, an odd colour
for them really, and I check them, like I did the white ones earlier. 
There is a tiny little darker patch at the bottom.  She really was feeling
these things, holy shit.  I slowly take the knickers and place them to my
nose, and take a breath.  A beautiful, musky aroma fills my lungs.  Not
like any other I've smelt, Jasmine smells of youth, almost innocence.  It's
beautiful.

   I slowly regain my senses and move upstairs again.  Pushing her door
open, I see Jasmine hasn't put any clothes on.  'Thought you were gonna put
pyjamas on!' I say, and she giggles.  'I like the feeling of not wearing
anything, it's nice.' She says.  Controlling myself, I sit on her bed next
to her.  'Your t shirt is all wet!' She says, and I smirk at her, 'Have you
to blame for that young lady.' She giggles, then quietly asks, 'Take it
off?' My heart leaps.  'Are you sure?' I ask, and she nods.  I take a deep
breath and take my shirt off.  She smiles at me as I drop it to the floor,
and slowly rests her head on my shoulder.  Has this eleven year old got
feelings for me?  She seems to be acting entirely on instinct.  I can't say
I feel any different, she's practically perfection in an eleven year olds
body.  'So,' I say, 'What do you want to talk about?' She takes a deep
breath, and composes her words.  'Sometimes when I'm asleep, I have a
strange dream.' 'Strange?' I ask, and she nods.  'I don't really know what
happens,' she says, 'I feel warm and funny, but nothing really happens. 
When I wake up, my, um...' 'Jasmine, it's okay, you can tell me.' 'Call me
Jas, I like it,' she says, and I smile.  'Okay, Jas, what happens when you
wake up?' 'My...  Vagina feels funny.' 'How so?' I ask, and she looks down.
'Like, kinda damp, like I've wet myself.  But I look down and feel and
there's nothing there!' 'Okay, that's completely normal.' 'Is it?' She
asks, her eyes lighting up.  'Absolutely!' I say.  'What does it mean
though?' She asks.  I take a deep breath.  It's now or never.  I sigh, and
go for it.  'I'll tell you, but you've gotta promise to never tell anyone.'
'Yeah sure!' She says quickly.  'Jasmine.' I say with a frown.  'Okay,' she
says, 'I promise.' 'Thank you,' I say, 'Okay.  What do you know about sex?'
I expect her to giggle, but instead, the eleven year old looks at me. 
'Well, um,' she stutters, 'Its how babies are made.' 'That's right!' I say
and she smiles, 'Now, do you know what happens when people have sex?' 'Um,
a boy puts his...  Penis into a girls vagina.' 'Good!' I say and she smiles
again.  'What your vagina is doing is getting ready for sex,' I say, and
the preteen looks at me, scared.  'But I don't want a baby!' She says, 'Its
okay,' I say, 'You won't have one.  Have you had your period yet?' She
shakes her head, and I smile.  'Then you won't get pregnant, don't worry.'
She smiles at me and shifts her weight so she's lying on my leg.  Feeling
someone so young, so innocent, resting so close to my cock I start to get a
boner for her.  An eleven year old.  It doesn't sound right in my head but
it feels so right to my body.  Sex feels really good,' I say, 'for both the
boy and the girl.' 'Really?' She asks wide eyed and I nod.  She giggles and
asks me how.  'Well, not going into detail,' I say, 'There is a part of
your vagina that feels really good when touched.' She takes a deep breath,
and looks at me.  I could gaze into those beautiful eyes for hours, but I
have to keep talking to her.  'I've never felt good like that, I would've
known about it wouldn't I?' 'Yeah, you would've' I say, smirking.  She
giggles, then sits up again, and starts to say something.  'What is it
Jas?' I ask, and she giggles again.  'Can I whisper it to you?' She asks,
and I nod.  She moves up to my ear, and breathes near me for a second. 
Suddenly it all feels more real.  She finally builds up the courage to
whisper in my ear, 'When I hugged you it made my vagina feel funny.' I look
at her, and she smiles.  Her eyes have a different quality to them now, but
I can't pinpoint what it is.  I don't know what to say, I know I have a
responsibility but I can't resist her, she is so beautiful, so mature, I
know what she wants, and I want it too.  'Jas,' I say, and she nods, 'I can
make you feel really good, but I need you to know we can stop whenever you
want to.' 'Really?' She asks, and I nod.  She smiles, hugs me, and asks me
what she needs to do.  'Well,' I say, 'I need you to take your towel off.'
She frowns, and looks down at herself.  'Whats wrong Jas?' I ask, and she
shakes her head 'I don't know, I just don't think I look very good.'
'Jasmine, you are absolutely beautiful.' She glances down at herself and
then looks up at me, tears filling her gorgeous, deep brown eyes. 
'Really?' She asks, and I nod.  She sighs and ushers me to lie down.  I do
as she says and she lies on my bare chest, her wet hair dampening my upper
body.  'If you'd prefer,' I say, 'we don't have to do anything.' 'No!' She
blurts out, louder than she expected to, 'I just, um, I don't want you to
see my, you know.  What can I call it?' 'Call what?' I say, with a smirk.
She glares at me and I apologise.  'Well, there are lots of words, take
your pick.  Pussy, cunny, cunt,' 'That's rude!' She shouts, and we both
laugh.  'Okay, maybe not that,' I say, 'but any of those are fine.' 'I
don't want you to see my cunny,' she says, and I nod.  'Okay, that's fine,'
I say, 'I can make you feel good without seeing it, but not as good as
other things.  Let me know if you change your mind yeah?' She nods, and
asks what she should do.  'Well,' I say slowly, 'Since you're asking...'
'What?' She asks, and I shake my head.  'What!' She says again more
forcefully, and it's then I realise I can practically make this girl do
anything I want, I have her entirely under my spell.  'You don't want me to
see you naked, so-' 'Its just my pussy!' She says, 'Don't worry!' I smile
at her innocence.  I don't usually like the word pussy, only people in porn
use it I think.  'Okay then, that's fine by me.' I say.  'What is it then?'
She asks.  'Why don't you put on your skirt and socks?' I ask, and she
gives me a weird look, 'Why?' She asks, and I shrug, 'Cute girls look
better in a skirt and socks, I think.' She looks at me and I think she's
about to turn me down, go to the phone and ring the police.  My heart
stops, but then she smiles and stands up.  As she does, she faces away from
me and towards her drawers, and drops the towel to the floor.  I'm greeted
with the sight of her bare back and ass, tied with her gorgeously long
legs. Her skin is pale but not pasty white, and her back is beautifully lit
in the summer evening sun that is casting in through her window.  She has a
little mirror on top of her drawers and I see her smirk.  'You little
minx!' I say, and she giggles.  She opens the drawer and pulls out her
skirt and socks.  'Do I need knickers?' She asks, 'Do you?' I reply, 'I
can't see your cunny through your skirt.' She nods, and quickly slides her
skirt up over her small ass.  Bending down, she pulls up her socks, just up
to her knees.  She slowly turns round, and I'm greeted by her beautiful
upper half.  I was right, she doesn't need a bra: her nipples are just
barely raised above her chest.  They are a small pink colour, and tiny,
about a centimetre in diameter.  They're beautiful.  Looking down, she
notices me looking at her legs and wiggles her ass so that her skirt
swishes.  I've always thought preteens look gorgeous in school uniform, I
think it's because people in porn wear them to look sexy, and then the fact
that these girls don't even know how hot they look makes them even more
attractive.

   Jasmine slowly walks up to the bed and sits down.  I smile at her and
she smiles back, her hair almost dried now.  I put my arm round hers and
she leans into me, and I kiss her on her forehead.  I never thought I'd
feel like this for an eleven year old, but here we are.  'Still want to do
this?' I ask, and Jasmine looks up at me.  Her eyes are gleaming, and she
nods excitedly.  I move round slightly so I'm behind her, and put my legs
either side of hers.  She can definitely feel my boner, but she might just
think its my jeans.  I then ask her what I've wanted to ask her since I saw
her.  'I may not be able to feel it, but can I touch your pussy?' Something
overtakes her and the preteen sighs, expecting a feeling she hasn't even
experienced yet.  She slowly nods.  I smile.  'Tell me if you want to stop,
I'll answer any questions you have.' She nods, then quietly whispers, 'I
won't stop.' I take a deep breath, and bring my hands to her belly. 
Resting them there for a second while she gets accustomed to the
temperature, I move them up towards her nipples.  Resting a finger on
either of them, I slowly start to rotate, making her gasp.  'Whoa, this
feels kinda weird,' she says, 'Good?' I ask, and she shrugs.  'I don't
know, not bad!' I smile and slow my fingers to a stop.  Slowly moving my
hands down, I reach the hem of her skirt.  I whisper in her ear, 'Yeah?'
She nods.  Smiling, I lift the hem of her skirt up, and slowly feel with
one finger down to her pussy.  I then realise why she didn't want to see
me, above her slit is a small patch of wispy hair.  She winces as she feels
me find the hair, but I kiss her cheek.  'It's okay Jas,' I say, 'Its
normal.' 'What is it?' She asks, and I tell her.  'Its called pubic hair,
it grows when you get a little older.' 'Why?' She asks.  'I don't really
know,' I say, 'But it means your cunny is mature for your age, it's good!'
She turns around and cocks and eyebrow, and I wink at her.  'Means it'll
feel better!' She smiles and quickly kisses me on the lips, then looks a
little shocked.  I smile, and kiss her back.  She sighs, and slumps into my
arms.  She is now resting her entire body weight onto me, which isn't
uncomfortable, after all, she is smaller than me.  She's almost forgotten
my hand is under her skirt, and almost jumps and I move again.  She then
giggles and nods, letting me continue.  I find the very top of her pussy,
and move my finger to the side, to slide down the edge of the preteen slit,
which is completely hairless.  Reaching the bottom, I very slowly move my
finger back, on top of her cunny.  I feel her hair stand on end,
anticipating what I'm going to do.  I can feel the moisture accumulating,
and slowly push my finger into her pussy.  She gasps out, and I stop. 
'It's okay!' She says, 'It doesn't feel bad!' I smile, and continue.  Her
pussy is incredibly tight, as expected, but it accommodates my finger
perfectly.  I can feel her slightly moving to feel me more, and I smile as
I'm only down to the first knuckle of my index finger.  Slowly, very
slowly, I press my finger into her cunny, feeling every drop of moisture
cover my digit.  I slowly get as far in as I can go, and as I do, Jasmine
can't hold it in any more.  She quietly lets out a long gasp, then stops.
'What's up?' I ask, 'I didn't mean to make that noise,' she says, and I
smile.  'It's okay, it's normal.  Lots of people do it!' She smiles, 'It
feels good,' she says, 'Can you contin-uhnn' I didn't even let her finish
before I curled my finger up.  She moans quietly as I slowly curl my finger
up and down.  The preteen starts to manoeuvre her weight in rhythm with my
finger movements, to get the most pleasure out of it.  Her head tilts back,
and now she can't see, I decide to make things even better for her.  I take
the index finger of my other hand, and place it underneath her skirt.  I
move it slowly down her crotch till I find her pussy, the explore until I
find a little nub.  Taking it between two fingers, I press them together,
and Jasmine's eyes burst open.  She gasps loudly, then says 'That felt
amazing!  What is- uhn, what is that?' 'That's your clit,' I say, 'it's
there to make you feel good.' 'Its, ahhh, working,' she replies, 'I feel
funny, like, ahh, I need a wee.' 'That's normal,' I say, 'Dont worry, you
aren't gonna see on me.  Relax, see what happens.' She smiles and closes
her eyes.  I slightly speed up my finger, and start circling the preteen's
clit.  Her breathing is speeding up, I know she's getting close.  'Uhhh,
Tom, something's happening,' she says, 'My pussy is, uhnn, all warm, it
feels like I'm gonna pee!' 'Don't worry Jas,' I say, 'You aren't gonna pee.
Relax, let it go.' She speeds up her movement against my fingers, and I
speed up wit her.  Her breathing is heavier, and she is moaning quite
loudly now.  'Ahh, Tom, something's gonna happen, I, ahhhhh!' The preteen
arches her back and I speed up my fingerwork.  She presses her pussy
against my fingers as hard as she can as her first orgasm washes over her.
I feel the waves of pleasure surge across her beautiful body.  Her pussy
erupts with liquid, and I slowly slow down my movement as her orgasm
subsides.  She stops moaning and slumps in my arms.  I smile at her and she
kisses me.  'I'm...  I'm gonna have a nap,' she says 'Okay sweetie,' I say,
'I'll be here when you wake up.' She smiles at me and as I move out the
way, lies down on her back and falls asleep, almost instantly.

   I slowly stand up, making sure not to wake Jas.  I want to see her
gorgeous feeling pussy for myself, so I slowly move toward her, place my
fingers carefully on her skirt and quietly lift it.  It's gorgeous.  Her
pussy is a small slit up her crotch, with a patch of dark hair just above
the entrance.  I move my head to the side and see just how wet the eleven
year old's cunny is.  There is a film of liquid covering her bare skin,
with a small streak down her leg.  It's beautiful to behold.  I move my
head up to her pussy and take a deep breath.  Her smell is musky, not as
old as on her knickers earlier.  It's a wonderful smell, so young and full
of life.  It's hard to explain.  I move back, and slowly run my finger up
her still soaking pussy, making her moan quietly in her sleep.  Taking my
finger to my mouth, I taste her.  She tastes better than anyone I've ever
tasted, salty but sweet, it's incredible.  I sigh,and smile.

   I gaze at her prepubescent cunny for a few moments, until I see Jasmine
stir.  Quietly, I move her skirt back to its original position, and smile
at her as she wakes up.  'Hey sleepyhead!' I say as she slowly opens her
eyes.  'What...  What was that?' She asks.  'That,' I say, 'Was an orgasm.
You just came for the first time.' 'It was amazing,' she says, 'It was as
if my entire body was making me feel good.' I smile at her, and she smiles
back.  She ushers me to lie next to her, and I do.  She lifts her head up
and I put my arm round her.  She sighs.  'Whats up you?' I ask, 'I don't
know,' she says, 'I feel all funny.' 'What kind of funny?' I ask, and she
shrugs.  'Just, really nice I guess.' She looks at me and smiles.  She is
so beautiful, her freckles are glistening in the dimming sunlight.  'That
wasn't sex was it?' She asks after a moment of silence.  'No, it wasn't,' I
say, 'That is just known as fingering.' 'I like that,' she says, 'I like
being fingered.' 'I bet you do!' I say, and she giggles.  She moves her
hands to her skirt and sighs, remembering her orgasm earlier.  'I feel like
I owe you something,' she says, and I look at her.  'Why?' I ask, and she
shrugs.  'You did something to me, I should do something to you.' 'You
don't owe me anything,' I say, 'I like making you feel good.' 'Yeah but,'
she replies, 'I dunno, I want to make you feel good too.' She glances at
me, then down to my jeans.  I have a very clear boner, and she notices it.
'Is that your...  Penis?' She asks, and I nod.  'Its not always that big,
is it?' She asks, and I shake my head.  'Why?' I smile at her, and she
gives me a curious look.  'Because it gets big when it expects something,'
I say.  'Expects what?' She asks, and I wink.  'Guess.' Her eyes widen, and
she smiles.  'Do you think...  Do you think we could do it?' She asks, and
my heart leaps.  'That's up to you,' I say, 'I mean, you're still young.'
'Can I see it first, then decide?' She asks, and I smile.  I stand up and
undo my zip, and drop my jeans to the floor.  My boxers are propped up by
my cock, and she gasps as she sees it.  She sits up and moves to my boxers,
and slowly pulls the rim of them over and around my throbbing dick.  They
drop to the floor and she is left with the sight of it, around 6 inches
long.  I always was embarrassed by my dick because it was never very wide,
but I guess that'll work in my favour today.  'Wow,' she whispers, and I
smile, 'That goes...  In me?' 'Only if you want it to,' I say.  'How does
it feel?' She asks, 'Well obviously I'm not a girl but people have told me
it feels better than anything.' 'Better than getting fingered?' She asks,
and I wink at her.  'I want to do it.' She says.  I smile, masking my
nerves as my heart leaps.  'I think,' I say, 'We'll need some lubrication.'
'Like what?' She says, and I shrug.  'Your parents might have some,' I say,
and she nods.  She stands up and wags her finger at me, leading me naked
into her parents bedroom.  'Hey!' I say, 'Its not fair if I'm naked and you
aren't!' Jasmine giggles and turns around.  'Go on then!' She says, and
smirks at me.  Her eyes are full of something I never thought I'd see in an
eleven year old - lust.  I smile at her and kneel down in front of her.  I
kiss her nipples, making her shiver, and slowly kiss down her body till her
I reach her skirt.  I take it in both hands and quickly pull it and drop it
to the floor, and right in front of me I'm greeted with her beautiful
prepubescent pussy.  I gasp as I take it in.  'Is it,' she whispers, 'Is it
okay?' 'It's perfect,' I say, and kiss her barely emerged clit.  She gasps
and almost collapses, and I help her up.  'Dont do that!' She says, 'I
can't take it!' 'Oh yeah?' I say, smirking, 'Why not?' 'Because I need to
have sex,' she says, and I look at her.  She's biting her lip and standing
with her feet pointed slightly together.  'So do I,' I say, and before I
fuck her right here and now, I stand up and look into her parents drawer.
It has a couple of bottles of medicine on top of it so I assume that it is
where they keep everything like that.  Rummaging through the drawer I
quickly find a small bottle of lube, and smile.  'Let's go,' I say, and Jas
squeals with joy.  We head back into her room and she jumps on the bed. 
'What do I do?' She asks, and I smile at her.  'Hold out your hand,' I say,
and she does as I say.  I squeeze some lube onto her open palm, and she
looks at me, confused.  'I need you to rub that on my cock till everything
is covered Jas.' 'Your what?' She asks, and I giggle.  'My penis silly!' I
reply, and she blushes.  'Oh,' she says quietly, 'Oops.' I laugh and she
giggles back.  She tentatively takes my cock in her hand and rubs up and
down.  The softness of her small hands is almost too much for me.  I sigh
as she rubs me, but quickly snap out of it as she has covered it
completely. I lie down.  'What now?' She says, and I smile.  'Need to add a
little more lube,' I say, and she asks how.  I gesture her to come closer,
and she does as I say.  'Kneel above it.' She does, and kneels just an inch
from my throbbing cock.  'Do you want it?' I ask, and she nods.  'What do
you want?' 'Your..  Your cock,' she says, her voice full of want.  'What
else?' I say, 'I want to have sex with you,' she says, and I smile.  'Why
didn't you say so!' I say, and take hold of her hips.  Holding my cock in
one hand, I guide her down onto me.  Feeling the entrance to her pussy, I
gasp.  The tight warmth of her cunny is incredible, and her wetness slowly
trickles down and meets my precum.  'Your turn,' I say, and she looks at me
confused.  'Let me in as slow or fast as you want to,' I say.  She smiles
at me and slowly lowers herself onto me.  I expected her to be too small
for me, but she proves me wrong.  She slowly gets further and further down,
my cock getting more and more enveloped by her beautiful, tight, preteen
pussy.  It feels like nothing I've ever felt before, it's so warm and wet,
and I can feel every contour of her pussy on my cock.  She drops the final
few inches quickly and gasps loudly.  'Oh my god Tom,' she sighs, 'I can
feel you inside me.' She slowly starts to rock back and forth on my cock,
so that the base of it starts to tap her undeveloped clit.  I'm willing
myself not to cum already.