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And take a moment to let an author know if you liked their work. ------------------------------------------------------- I found a great place to peek through little Becky's bedroom window, right between a pair of tall shrubs that hid my presence from the street. Her window was open, so I had to be very quiet as I looked through a break in the curtains. There she was, and right on time, beginning to take off her clothes. I stood there wondering what was wrong with me, how could I be standing here peeping at an 11 year old girl. Then I remembered her note, and the way she moves when she walks, and I knew why I was doing this, I was hooked on her. Guilty feeling aside, I just couldn't help myself,this little girl really knew what buttons to push, and I was really looking forward to tomorrow. As she stood in front of the mirror on the back of her door, she reached down to pull her shirt over her head. I could see her bare back come into view, and the angle was such that I could see one of her little eleven year old tits in the mirror. She didn't bother to wear a bra, because her underdeveloped breasts just barely stood out an inch or two, but I thought they were a few inches of heaven. Becky turned to look at her top in profile, thrusting out her chest to make her breasts look larger. They had an unmistakable form already, sort of like flat cones with little pink pebble-sized nipples. While standing sideways, she reached up with her small hands to cup them from underneath, squeezing them slightly and ending the squeeze by pinching those cute nipples between her fingers. Her head went back and her mouth opened a little, letting out a muffled gasp in reaction to the tingle from her nips. Becky seemed really proud of her new assets, turning back and forth to study them further in the mirror. I was losing control and had to unzip my shorts, extracting my swollen cock for a good stroking session during this show. Next off were her shorts and panties in one move, revealing her pale round bottom. She almost looked like a boy from behind, with no noticeable womanly curves at all, and I was thrilled by the sight of her totally naked young body in the mirror. Again she turned from side to side, trying to look sexy by placing her hands on her hips and jutting them to the left and then to the right. Oh, that sweet little girl slit! There wasn't a single hair growing down there yet, and somehow the baldness of it turned me on more than the bush of an older girl. When she turned in profile, it pouched out a bit from her crotch, and I remembered how my hand had been pressing against that forbidden spot earlier. Becky seemed to remember that touch as well, lowering her right hand to her pussy lips as her left one massaged her tit. I saw her hips rotating in small circles while her middle finger rubbed against the top of her slit, and my own hips started moving also, in a thrusting motion as I increased the pace of my jerk- ing off. Even though I was in an excited state, the thought kept popping into my head that, here I am, almost 20 years old, and I'm behind an 11 year olds house beating off, thinking about having sex with her. Suddenly Becky fell back onto her bed, spreading her tiny muscular legs far apart. I saw her hips rise and fall in time with her quickening hand. Becky's mouth was forming some words, and I listened intently, hearing her little girl's voice breathing, "Touch me Jim, Oh Jimmy, hold me there..." This was music to my ears -- no, more like an erotic symphony. She really DID like my advances earlier, and it was obvious she wanted more. I was nearly cumming from this sight, but then it got even better. She reached over to her nightstand and grabbed her hair brush, lowering it in a flash to her reddened pussy. I had heard of girls using the handle of a brush as a dildo before, but never imagin- ed that such a young girl would use one. Would she actually stick it in that tiny crevice? The answer was clear as she used both hands to position the brush handle towards her opening, and eased its tip between her lips, entering just barely inside. "Wow, this girl is horny," I thought as she began to slowly move the brush in a pumping motion, lifting her hips completely off the bed with each push. "Ohhhh Ugggh...Jimmyyyy, yesss!" she whispered, and then fell back still, having penetrated her slit to the hilt a few dozen times. This brought me over the edge, and I shot my jism onto the side of the house. Sneaking back to my house I replayed that scene in my mind over and over,longing to be a brush handle. I couldn't wait until Monday afternoon, hoping I could show little Becky how much better my dick would feel pumping into her cunt. Becky and her co-conspirator Jessica were full of energy that Monday during practice as we started on some floor routines. Jessica was wearing shorts this time, and she came up to me during a break. "My mother took my tights to get them fixed," she giggled softly, "but you might get a good show this afternoon!" skip- ping away after this remark. I became a bit worried about this secret rendezvous with these little girls, and I spoke to Becky when she walked by. "Hey Beckster," I whispered, "are you really sure our game is a good idea?" She looked disappointed and begged into my ear softly, "Oh, PLEASE? It'll be fun -- we won't tell, I promise!" "Well, OK," I responded, feeling relieved and excited at the same time by the thought of our planned strip poker game. "Goody!" she whispered back. I counted the minutes until the end of practice. On the way back to the house in the car, Becky slid over next to me. I reached down and patted her smooth thigh, talking about how much progress she was making in class. My hand stayed still for a while, cupping her small inner thigh, and Becky's only reaction was to open her legs and edge down the seat, forcing my touch nearer to her crotch. All too soon we were back at the house. The moment had come, as Becky and I waited for Jessica to sneak down from the pool. I knew that her sister Karen had to work her entire shift this time, because she was the only guard on duty Mondays. Becky found a deck of cards and began to shuffle them on the floor, looking up at me with a devilish grin. "You'll have to tell us which hand beats which," she said, "we've only played poker twice before." "I'll be glad to," I replied, knowing I could fix this game rather easily. Jessica knocked at the door, then let herself in, running over to us shouting, "Let's start!" I could make out a dark colored bikini top under her shirt, knowing she was purposely adding a few layers of clothes for the game, probably feeling nervous about being naked in front of a boy for the first time. "Should we make the game a bit more interesting, girls?" I asked. "What do ya mean?" Becky asked. "Well, the winner is the one who still has some clothes on, on that person gets to tell the losers to do anything he or she wants them to do." "Oh my gosh," Jessica said, looking worried. "Come on, Jess," Becky said confidently, "you said you'd play." Then she got up on her knees and whispered something into her friend's ear. Jessica turned deep red and started to giggle uncontrollably in response. I wondered what request had been made by Becky, having a good idea given her natural naughti- ness. Very little in the way of rules was discussed, other than my cursory description of what hand beats what. Of course I said I would inform them of some more intricate, and utterly nonsensical, exceptions along the way. I knew I could make them believe that a face card of a certain suit combined with a seven, say, beats a pair. Now I was wondering how the outcome could be manipulated. I had a feeling that Jessica would really enjoy the winner's role, telling Becky and I to do various things. As the hands went by I was betting on her young mind's naughty imagination. Breaking the nervous suspense, I "happened" to lose my shoes and shirt in the first few hands. Both girls seemed duly impressed with my upper body, staring at my chest. It was my turn to stare next, as Becky haltingly removed her top. My eyes reacquainted themselves with that pair of budding prepubescent titties. She blush- ed deeply and tried to sit up straight to augment her barely developing wares. Becky appeared proud after a while, finding my admiring glances rather flattering. Next into view were Jessica's breasts, slightly fuller than Becky's, but still barely mounds capped with raisin-like nipples. She had dark hair and skin tone, looking almost like a little Indian princess, sitting, well, Indian style. Jessica held her poker hand high, using her wrists to block my view until Becky reached over and forced them down. "That's not fair!" Becky admonished her friend, "you have to show it all." While pushing her arms down, Becky's wrist grazed Jessica's right tit, and it jiggled quickly from the sudden contact. That kinetic energy was somehow transmitted through the air, causing a pulsating "jiggle" in my cock. After a while we were all stripped down to just one item of clothing each, Becky in tiny pink panties, Jessica wearing her bikini bottoms, and me in my tent- ed out jockeys. There was a palpable tension in the room as the next hand was played. Becky lost legiti- mately, and I said, "Well, this is it Beckster, let's see the show!" Jessica was giggling non-stop at her friend's predicament, involuntarily rubbing her thighs together in auto stimulation. "Wait..." Becky said, standing up, "Jim, I don't have any ... well... any hair down there yet. Promise you won't laugh at me, OK?" "Hey Beckster," I said reassuringly, "all the better to see you without the hair in the way." She smiled at this and looked down to her thumbs as they slid under the elastic of the only garment separating her from total nakedness. She was sort of a tease, easing her panties down her slight hips, pausing right at the top of her little girl slit. Then, Whoosh, off they slid, and she extended her arms out proudly, standing two feet in front of my leering eyes, her panties bunched up at her ankles. Jessica seemed almost as interested as I was, looking a bit turned on herself by Becky's unashamed display of skin. "Wow, Beckster," I stammered, "you sure do look sexy!" I could even smell her preteen juices, almost tasting the pungent aroma from that budding young flower's nectar. She turned slowly, doing a fashion model's 360, wearing nothing but tan lines. Haute-couture at its finest! She sat down, staring at my underwear's tent pole, and said, "Well, let's see who's next." It was just giggles, giggles, giggles, as these naughty 11 year olds reacted to my obvious erection. I lost the next hand, purposely discarding a pair of Jacks, hoping that my own Jack would become a Jack- in-the-box. Standing up I enjoyed myself, living out a flasher's greatest dream come true. I lowered my jockeys off, displaying my raging hardon in front of these two wide eyed little girls. "Oh, my gosh," said Jessica in shock, "it's so big."(sorry, but I couldn't resist the classic line of juvenile journalism) I wasn't really very big at all, at just under six inches, but why bother telling these innocents the truth. "Well, Jessica, you won," I reminded her, "what should we do?" My anticipation was coursing through every neuron. "Ummm..." she began, "first you have to lie down on your back and let us touch it." A good start, I thought, as I followed her command. Both girls knelt beside me, and Becky was the first to touch my dick's head with her index finger, making it lurch. Quickly she withdrew her finger,almost like the apes in "2001" touching a forbidden but alluring object for the first time. "Lookee!" she shrieked, "it moved!" "Try holding it," I instructed, "it likes to be held tightly and petted." I thought they might get over some fear if they thought about my cock as having pet-like qualities. Sure enough, Becky reached out with her tiny hand and circled my cock with her fingers, squeezing gently. "Like this?" she asked tentatively. "Yeah, oh, that's better," I confirmed, "Why don't you try, Jess?" She reached over and nudged Becky's clinging fingers away, grasping it firmly. Then, seemingly by instinct, she began to rub me up and down. "Uggh, Jess, that's it..." I moaned. After a while Becky got impatient, asking, "Hey Jessica, now what?" I saw her give Jessica a little wink with that question. "OK," Jessica began, "Now Becky has to lie down and let Jim touch her breasts. And you have to kiss her too." 'Have to,' I thought?? Becky quickly lay back with her eyes closed, shivering with nervousness. I knelt over her and kissed her on the nose, then the cheek, then right on her lips, reaching over to fondle her tiny titties. They were so soft to the touch, and the only skin I could really hold were her little nipples, squeezing them as I continued our kiss. Her breathing increased rapidly as I saw her stomach muscles twitching in a near giggle from de- light. "Now touch her vagina," Jessica clinically demanded. "Like you did to me in class!" She had a big grin on her face, and I knew that she had told Becky about my lecherous groping. No protest from my side. I ran my fingers down her smooth stomach, inching it closer to her secret place. Using the underside of my index finger, I traversed the length of that little slit, up and down, watching as Becky's thighs opened and closed rhythmically. Spreading her lips, the tip on my finger sought out her sensitive, waiting clit. Becky let out a gasp and then sucked in hard, almost as if I were drowning her in pleasure. Her hips pushed off the floor, making greater contact with my finger as it moved in little circles around that tiny harden- ed button. "More, do it again, ohhh..." Becky was loving this, as was I. I could feel her little girl juices lubricating her opening. "Now kiss her all over," Jessica said almost in a whisper, "Even d-down there." I looked over at her watching us, and she had her own hand inside her bikini bottoms, rubbing herself. I was quick to comply, kissing each nipple in turn, sucking on them and darting my tongue around their perimeter. My finger moved lower as I eased the tip of my middle finger just inside her tight cunt, and Becky let out an audible grunt, bucking her hips off the floor. I lowered my head to her now steaming slit and buried my face between her open legs, darting my tongue up and down, imitating the moves of my finger. She was on fire now, gently cradling my head in her hands, saying, "Ohhh, Jimmy, that f-feels so gooood, kiss me t-there!" I felt like a superman of pleasure to this inex- perienced little girl, loving the power that my mouth exerted over her. Not wanting to leave Jessica out, I reached over and slid my hand down her to her pussy, pushing her own hand out of the way. Not wasting any time with her preheated pussy, I pushed my finger right up her inlet, feeling her thighs clamp down on my hand as her head went back. "Oh, my gawd, push it in, harder!" she pleaded. My middle finger pushed and wormed its way all the way to my second knuckle, curling my finger toward her front, exerting pressure along that tight inner wall. Now, I always could chew gum and walk at the same time, so my tongue darted up inside Becky's hole as well, and her tight young cunt squeezed down around it on each thrust. Both girls were huffing and gyrat- ing fiercely, lost in their separate new found plea- sures. Suddenly I broke away from them both, and with a smirk I asked, "Uh, Jess, is there anything else you can think of for Becky and I to try?" Becky shot right up and leaned over to her friend's ear, whispering her request. Like a DJ of lust, Jessica said, "M-maybe you could lie back. Keep your eyes closed. OK, now Becky, you get on top." I knew this was it. Becky was obviously tired of her hairbrush, and wanted to try the thing that little girls their age whisper about. I felt her legs straddle my waist, and then I felt her reach down with both hands to position my cock head toward her opening. "Ugggh, unnnhhh, oh, uhhh..." she grunted as the tip of my cock edged its way past her pussy lips, just inside. She was determined and tried forcing herself down again on it, getting my dick a little further in. The pressure was incredible around my cock head, and a bit painful as well. I couldn't imagine how I was go- ing to fully fuck this little girl, or rather, how she was going to fuck me. I couldn't resist looking any longer, and I rais- ed my head up and nearly fainted from the sight of my proportionately gigantic cock pushing her tight outer lips inward with each of her downward thrusts. Both Becky and Jessica were too enthralled with this, to even notice I was watching. "I'll dooo ittt, just a l-little more, UUGGHHHH!" Becky cried out as my cock pushed deep within her, stopped by the end of her love tunnel, with just an inch of my dick left outside. "Yesss, oh, GOD, Beckster, you did it!!" I applauded her in lustful appreciation. I reached down and grabbed her waist, beginning to take the lead in our forbidden dance. Thrusting very slowly, I felt the walls of her cunt easing up their vice-like grip, ad- justing to my cock buried inside. "Does it f-feel OK, Becky?" I asked. "Y-yeah, it's starting to feel... uhhhhh... yeah, Ugghhh, yesss..." she sighed, losing control of her speech, concentrating on wave after wave of orgasmic ripples from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Her practice with the hairbrush was obviously paying off, and she bucked back in time against my strengthening thrusts. "Ohhh, Jimmy, do it...harder...FUCK MEEE!" Hear- ing this from her eleven year old lips sent me over the edge, and I pulled out of her, spraying a geyser of hot jism up along her stomach and tiny titties. "Oh, Becky, look!" cried Jessica in amazement, watching my eruption. Then all of a sudden... "GODDAMMIT!, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU SONOFABITCH!!!" Oh God, there was Karen standing in the door, red faced and screeming at me! "OH SHIT!" ______________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 2