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   My name is Paul.  I'm 34 years old.  I'm about 5'11" tall and weigh
about 170 lbs.  I have blond hair and gray eyes.  I've always been told
that I was attractive, but I'm not too confident about it. Anyway, here's
the story that I wanted to tell you . . .



   I had recently moved to Salt Lake City from Portland.  Talk about your
culture shock! Anyway, I had moved into a nice apartment complex, but
hadn't really gotten to know anyone yet.  It was the beginning of November
and it was cold as hell.

   My apartment was on the top level of a three-story unit.  The complex
was spread out over a fairly large area, at least by Portland standards. 
Experience had told me that it was not only safer to go for the top level,
but it was also nice if you happened to have female neighbors who liked to
show off their bodies.  Such was not the case with my new unit.  It
overlooked the laundry room and one row of windows to an adjoining unit. 
It did have a beautiful view of the mountains though.  I've also pretty
much always roamed around my apartments in the buff.  I don't know whether
it's the feeling of being unencumbered or the `excitement' of it, but I
like it no matter what.  Living on the top floor also made it convenient.

   Nothing very exciting had happened in the two weeks that I'd been in my
apartment.  The social scene was more than lacking in Salt Lake.  Being a
freelance writer gave me a clear schedule to date anyone who I wanted, but
I found that the women in Salt Lake were more interested in a guy's
religious credentials than they were in the guy himself.

   The lack of social interaction forced me into actually working.  My
publisher loved it when I was in situations where I had nothing better to
do than to write.  I had been in Utah for less than a month and I was
halfway through a science-fiction novel.  In fact, I was really getting
into it.

   It was near the middle of the month when I made a discovery.  Several of
the children from the community gathered in the laundry room every day
after school.  At first I hadn't paid any attention to it.  Then, after
seeing them in the reflection from the mirror on my back wall, I knew why
they were there.  I quickly moved the mirror so that I wouldn't be giving
them a peep-show anymore.

   Several days after I moved my mirror, one of the little girls came to my
door and asked if she could talk with me.  I had no idea what she wanted to
talk about.  Actually, that's not true.  I thought that she probably wanted
me to buy something.  I stood in my doorway, with my robe on, and asked
what was up.  She told me that her name was Anna and that she was on a
scavenger hunt.  I smiled, introduced myself as "Mr.  Larsen," and asked
what she needed.

   Little Anna looked to be about eleven or twelve years old.  She had the
most gorgeous blue eyes and blond hair that went down to her butt.  I
remember thinking that I'd like to meet up with her again in a few years.
She was wearing a nice flower-print dress and even had a bow in her hair.

   Anna showed me her list and I was shocked when I saw the items on it. 
"This is quite a list Anna," I said.  She smiled sheepishly and said, "I
know.  My friends made it up and it's embarrassing to ask people.  I think
that's why they did it." The list included such items as condoms,
KY-Jelley, Playboy Magazine, and the like.  I smiled at her and asked, "Why
did you come to my apartment Anna?"

   Anna's sheepish grin turned to a straight line.  She slowly answered, "I
hope you won't get mad or anything Mr.  Larsen, but my friends and me
watched you naked when you didn't know." I smiled and reassured her,
"That's okay Anna.  I was young not that long ago myself." I continued, "So
you figured that any guy who walked around nude would have all of this
stuff, right?" She perked up a bit and replied, "Well sort of." My
curiousness was aroused.  I pursued, "Well, what do you mean then?"

   "Well, I kind of wanted to see you naked up close and my friends thought
you'd let me once you saw the list.  Kind of dumb, right?" Anna asked.  My
smile broadened and I replied, "Anna, there is nothing that I enjoy more
than showing off for a pretty girl.  And you are a pretty girl, but I'd get
in a lot of trouble if I did something like that." "I promise that I'd
never tell!" she insisted.

   It took me a few minutes to explain the legal issues.  I'm sure that she
really didn't care.  All that she knew was that I wasn't going to let her
see me with no clothes on.  I did give her a rather racy magazine and asked
her to promise not to mention where she'd gotten it from.  That cheered her
up a bit and away she went.

   Several days passed and things drifted back to the boredom of Utah.  My
novel was nearly complete and I was planning to reward myself with a trip
to Las Vegas.  Thanksgiving came and went and December was just around the
corner.  I couldn't imagine spending an entire year in the Godforsaken
state of Utah.

   After a particularly good day, I looked down to the laundry room and say
Anna waving up to me.  I smiled and waved back to her.  She was the only
one there this time.  She kept waving and then pointed.  I looked more
closely and saw that she had pulled her dress up so that I could see her
lack of panties.  I looked around frantically to see if anyone else had
witnessed the event.  I saw no one, so I motioned for her to come up.  She
wasted no time and raced up to my door.

   I opened the door before she got there.  When she arrived, I told her to
come in and then closed the door behind her.  "Anna, you really can't do
that kind of stuff.  I'll get in deep shit!" I exclaimed.  Her happy face
turned serious immediately.  "But Mr.  Larsen, you didn't tell me to do it
or anything." I nodded and replied, "Anna, what you don't understand is
that parents get really pissed if they think that some guy is trying to
make it with their daughter." "What if one of the other neighbors saw you
doing that?  Don't you think that they'd throw me out of the complex if
they saw?" Anna started to cry.

   I took her in my arms and said, "It's okay honey.  I'm sorry that I
upset you.  It just scares me when you do things like that." "I just wanted
you to like me!" she sniffled.  "I quickly responded, "Oh, I do like you
Anna.  I think you're a nice girl.  If you were a little older, I'd
probably ask you out on a date or something." "Her sniffles subsided and
she shakily asked, "Really?  You mean it?"

   I hugged her and said, "Really."



   The smiles returned to both of our faces.  I asked Anna if she'd like
something to drink and told her to have a seat.  She perked right up and
plopped down on my recliner.  "OUCH!" she exclaimed.  She bolted up from
the recliner and grabbed her butt.  Tears returned to her eyes and I could
tell that she was in real pain.  "I think that something bit me Mr. 
Larsen!" she tearfully exclaimed.  I told her to relax and said, "Let me
have a look."

   Before I could stop her, Anna hoisted her dress and pointed her butt at
my face.  "Right here," she said as she touched a tender area just below
the hairless mound that she had earlier tried to show me.  If I hadn't seen
the expression on her face, I would've thought it was an act.  I hesitated
and reluctantly approached to inspect the source of her pain.  Sure enough
there was a dark spot that looked like a thorn.  It could not have been in
much more of an intimate location.  I asked Anna to wait while I got some
alcohol, a pair of tweezers, and a magnifying glass.

   She was on her knees with her body resting on the recliner when I
returned.  It was like a story straight out of a hardcore magazine.  I was
looking down at the most beautifully formed little butt and pussy that I
think I'd ever seen.  I had to maintain my composure.

   I had no choice but to rest my fingers on her little pink mound in order
to remove the thorn.  I was careful to be as doctor-like as I possibly
could be.  Whatever it was, it was being a real bitch to remove.  Anna
wasn't helping much either.  Several times, when I hit a nerve, Anna would
squirm and my knuckle would slide up the groove in her little mound.  I was
so intent on removing the thorn that I hadn't noticed that Anna was getting
quite wet.  "I got it!" I exclaimed.  It was a part of a broken staple.  No
wonder she hurt.  Anna thanked me but she didn't move.

   "Are you okay?" I asked.  "Mr.  Larsen?" she asked.  "Yes?" I replied.
"What if we pretended like you didn't get it out yet?" I don't know why I
did it.  There was really no excuse, but a wave of something came over me
and I did something that I will never forget.  I placed my mouth entirely
over Anna's little muff and thrust my tongue as deeply into her as I
possibly could.

   "Oh my God!" Anna exclaimed.  I started to suck her very hard and
continued to thrust with my tongue.  "Oh my God!" she repeated.  I licked
and sucked her tiny pussy like I'd never tasted one before.  "Oh God, don't
stop!  Please don't stop!" Anna exclaimed.  I didn't stop.  I lapped,
sucked, and probed this little girl until her body quaked and rocked from
three orgasms.

   Then I came to my senses.  "What have I just done?" I quietly asked
myself out loud.  Anna turned herself over and sat up in the recliner.  "I
don't know" she panted.  She continued, "Will you do it again though?" I
was dazed to think that I'd just made a girl of such a young age cum all
over in my mouth.  I asked, "How old are you Anna?" "I'm eleven, but I'll
be twelve in February, she proudly replied." My heart sunk.

   I lay down on my back and put my hands over my eyes to think.  The next
thing I knew, Anna's tiny mouth was bobbing up and down the shaft of my
cock.  I started to stop her but then I started to cum.  My body won the
battle.  It hadn't taken five seconds of this little girl's lips and tongue
on me and I was shooting cum into her mouth.  What is worse, she seemed to
like it.  She made a few gurgling noises and then started swallowing.  An
eleven-year-old girl was sucking me dry and I was enjoying it.  What was
wrong with me?

   "Do you want to try it with me now?" Anna asked.  I gave up.  "Do you
get periods yet Anna?" I asked.  "No.  Is that bad?" she replied.  I shook
my head as if to say no and then asked, "Have you ever put anything in
there before?" Anna beamed and said, "Yeah.  Lots of times with my brush
and magic marker and stuff!" "Does it feel good?" I asked.  She smiled
broadly and answered, "Sometimes but not as good as when you licked me."

   I knew that it would be ten minutes or so before I would be hard again,
so I resolved to give this little girl the best sex that she would ever
have in her life.  I pulled my robe the rest of the way off and then helped
Anna to get out of her dress.  She only had little nubs for breasts but the
nipples were extremely sensitive.

   We started kissing and then I sucked her breasts.  She came again once
just from that.  Then we moved to kissing while I fingered her.  Two more
orgasms.  Then came the time for us to try sixty-nine.  She loved it.  She
made me hard while I gave her five more orgasms.  The moment of truth had
arrived.  I was about to put my cock inside of an eleven-year-old girl. 
And put it in I did!  Anna gasped and squirmed at first.  It didn't take
her long to get a rhythm of her own going though.

   I usually only came quickly the first time.  Sex with Anna was no
different.  I managed to hold off cumming for almost twenty-five minutes.
Anna had nine orgasms in that time.  When I did cum, I rammed her.  She
gasped with each thrust.  I held her little shoulders from underneath and
fucked her like she was the only woman left alive.  She passed out just
before I came.  I didn't stop though.  Five more good thrusts into her limp
body and my cum was oozing out of her, It felt fucking fantastic!

   I rolled Anna onto her back and went to the bathroom to clean up.  Then
I came back with a couple of warm wash-cloths and a towel.  There was a
little bit of blood mixed with the cum that was dripping from Anna's little
limp pussy.  It wasn't enough to worry about though.  I got her cleaned up
as best I could, put her clothes back on her, and then woke her up.

   As soon as I knew she was really awake I asked, "Are you okay Anna?" She
wiped her eyes again and answered, "Yeah, I guess." Then I asked, "Did I
hurt you?" She nodded and replied, "It hurt but it made me get an orgasm."
I thought I knew what she meant but I asked anyway, "You mean when I did it
really hard before you passed out?" Anna nodded again.  I spoke quietly and
ashamed, "I'm sorry honey.  I didn't mean to hurt you!" Anna slowly and
lazily responded, "It's okay.  It made me feel really good too.  Do you
want to do it again tomorrow too?  I'd better go and do my homework now."

   The sessions between Anna and myself lasted for seven months.  She
became the `woman' in my life and I was her man.  I published five novels
in that time; all of which were top sellers.  I would still be living in
Salt Lake were it not for Anna's mother finding a gob of my cum on her
panties one day.  Even with that, Anna never revealed my name to anyone.  I
still visit her about once every two weeks and we make love like no two
other people in the world.  I might truly be a sick bastard, but I share my
body with someone who truly appreciates me for it.
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