I have a fixation about myself. And growing older. I am 16 and I love the way I am. I liked me even better when I was 11 or 12. I used to look at myself all the time. I would lock myself in the upstairs bathroom and sit on the floor naked. I used a round hand mirror to check out my body. I still do it.

We have a full-length mirror on the back of the door too and I like to press my naked body against it and kiss myself. I lick the glass with my tongue and close my eyes. I'm 5'3" 100lbs. My hair is long and straight and light blonde. I have kinda small boobs but I like them like that and when I push them against the mirror I wish I had a twin sister.

I like my body so much it gets me in trouble because I want to be with girls like me. Or younger than me. I have a bf and he's ok. we go out and have sex sometimes but I get mostly horny thinking about younger girls.

I babysit sometimes for different people and one girl I baby-sit I like a lot. And I want to write about her because I haven't seen her in awhile and I'm so horny right now I can't help thinking about her. She's 11 so it's not really babysitting. I just go over to her house and watch her when her parents go out.

Her name is Jennifer, but everybody calls her Jen. She's skinny and tall, as tall as me almost. Jen's hair is black and she ties it back in a long ponytail.

I loved to brush her hair for her. I sit behind her when we watch TV brushing her hair and I tell her how pretty she is. She's more like my best friend even though she's so small. We always have fun together and I think I lover her because I always think about her.

Once, when we were watching Casablanca, Jen asked me why people always kiss so long on TV. I told her they were frenching but she didn't know what I meant.

When I told her they were putting their tongues in each other's mouths she laughed and didn't believe me. I swore it was true and people did it all the time. She asked me if I did it and I said yeah, I loved it. We talked and laughed some more about weird stuff like french kissing but the whole time I just wanted to kiss her. I didn't know how to say it though cause I know she wouldn't understand.

A couple weeks later I was at her house again, watching her and we were talking. I was doing her toes, painting them a real bright blue cause she likes that color. We started talking about kissing again and I don't remember what we were saying but I do remember suddenly looking up at her and saying I could show her if she didn't how nice it was.

Jen wasn't too sure about me kissing her. But it was better than doing it with a boy she said. I just laughed and told Jen to wait a couple years. Boys were ok sometimes. So Jen sat there while I put away the nail polish. My heart was thumping hard in my chest and I couldn't believe what I was about to do. Jen was only 11 and another girl, but I wanted her more than anything in my life. She sat very still on her bed while I got close to her. I put my arms around her and pulled her forward gently whispering how it was ok, just practicing right? Jen nodded a little and closed her eyes. I touched my lips to hers and she pursed them a little and held her breath.

I think I was holding mine too. I pulled my lips away and told her to relax. I did this all the time with my boyfriend. I told her we were best friends so this was ok, even better than with a boy. Jen nodded again but didn't say anything. I pulled her a little closer until my breasts were against her flat chest. Both of us were dressed but my nipples were suddenly hard and aching. I put my mouth on Jen's again and this time I used the tip of my tongue to part her lips. I was holding her really tight now and I couldn't help but push my tongue hard into her mouth.

I could feel Jen's body stiffen and she pushed softly as if to get away. I don't know what come over me, I couldn't let her go. I held her tightly, holding her mouth to mine as I explored her hot little mouth with my tongue. She was scared and I knew I should stop, but I didn't. Jen's tongue was moving too, like fighting mine. I teased it with my tongue and tried to suck it between my lips.

I was moving my other hand up and down Jen's back. I slipped it underneath her sweater and felt the warm smooth skin of her back. I slid my hand along her ribs and between to feel her small 11-year-old breasts under my palm. She tried to push me away again and this time I let her. Both of us were breathing heavily and I still had my hand under her sweater, squeezing what little breast there was.

She pushed my hand away and looked at me with scared little-girl eyes.

I don't like it Rache, she told me. Please stop, don't do it anymore. I smiled at her and told her I loved her. I told her how beautiful she was and how much I wanted her to be happy. But I told her I couldn't stop. We'd gone to far. I pinched her nipple hard, cruelly and she jumped a little and cried out.

I pushed her down on her back and lay on top of her. I kissed her again and she turned her beautiful face to one side and then the other. I slapped her, SMACK! once, twice... three times, telling her to be good. I pulled my blouse off over my head so my boobs were bare. My bubblegum-sized nipples were hard and I wanted her to feel them. To suck them. I wanted to press my body against hers. I reached down and ripped her sweater off. Jen was crying and telling me to stop in a little girl voice.

She was so beautiful lying there, naked from the waist up. I lay on top of her. My hard nipples burning against her boyish chest. I told her to kiss me. Kiss me or I'll hit you again I told her. She stopped struggling so much and I put my mouth on hers. I could taste her tears and a little snot from her runny nose. I kissed her softly, deeply. Tasting every bit of her mouth while I moved my body in a silent rhythm. My tits ached and I couldn't stand it.

I slid up her hot little body and placed my right breast to her lips. Kiss it I told her, suck my tit Jen. I yanked her ponytail hard until she screamed and started licking my nipple. She started sucking it too, like a little baby. It felt so good, I loved her so much. I stroked her hair and told her how much I loved her, how precious she was and how nice it was to be her best friend. I shifted so she could lick and suck the other one, alternating back and forth for a few minutes until I couldn't take it anymore.

My pussy was dripping and itchy and burning with need. And I wanted Jen's too. I remembered how fascinating my little pussy had been when I was 11 and I wanted to see Jens. I got off her and started to pull off her jeans. She started fighting then, even harder than before. I slapped her and I hit her in the stomach as hard as I could.

She stopped then and I told her she wasn't being a very good girl. She was having a hard time breathing but it made it easier to get her undressed. Her long legs were perfect and her sex was hidden inside a pair of blue panties. I pulled them off and I smiled when Jen didn't try to stop me or cover up. Her young cunt still had no hair, just a sexy little slit splitting her puffy little girl vulva.

I pulled off my own jeans and slipped my panties down so that we were both naked. My sex is barely covered in a soft down of curling light brown pubes. I stroked my pussy softly while I looked at Jen laying there. I wished that I still looked like her. I suddenly felt old, too old at 16 and I wanted to hurt her. I knelt with my knees on either side of her head.

I was facing her feet and I lowered my juicing cunt onto her mouth. Lick me Jen. Kiss my pussy baby, please... kiss my pussy sweetie. I was slapping her thighs and grinding my hips, pushing my sex onto her little mouth until she couldn't breath. I told her I'd suffocate her if she didn't start licking me. Finally I felt Jen's tongue, lightly touching my cunt and I lifted my hips a little so she could breath easier.

That's it baby... Suck my pussy. Lick me Jen... Oh yes. Jen started licking me real good. It was only the second time anyone had done this to me and Jen was already doing better than my boyfriend. I was cumming, so fast I couldn't breath and I held Jen's thighs, digging my nails into her smooth skin as my body shook with the first real orgasm of my life. I was grinding my pussy hard on Jen's mouth and my pussy juice was flooding her mouth and I could feel and hear my young lover swallowing it.

I kept my cunt on her mouth while I leaned over to look at Jen's 11-year-old cunt. I pushed her legs open and looked at her. Her little pussy was so pretty. I kissed it and ran my tongue along the slit. Jen was moving underneath me, but she kept her mouth working on my pussy so I ignored her weak little pushes. I began to run a finger along her vagina, pushing it a little inside. She was very dry and I know it would hurt my little angel if I pushed my finger in too far. So I just started licking and kissing her pussy.

I spit on her cunt and worked it inside with my fingers. I could feel her loosening up and I continued licking and kissing while working a finger slowly in and out of her tight young cunt. I found the tiny immature bud of her clitoris, buried deep in the folds and I touched it with my tongue. I tried to suck it and make it grow.

Jen was starting to feel good now, she stopped fighting me and I could feel her tongue working deeper into my pussy. I was having little cums every few minutes. My breathing was ragged and I thought my heart would burst. I was in heaven. I kept licking and sucking her cunt while I worked a finger slowly in and out.

I could feel her hymen when my finger was about 3/4 of the way inside and I pushed against it, testing it. I wanted to break Jen's cherry so bad. I knew it would hurt. Probably not as bad as if some guy did it, but hurt just the same. I kept licking while I'd shove my finger in, twisting it a little.

Finally I couldn't help it. I pushed my cunt hard on her face and put my first two fingers together. I rammed them as hard as I could as far as possible into her little vagina. Jen bucked and I could hear a muffled scream as my fingers ripped through the thin wall of her cherry. I pumped my fingers in and out, hard and fast. I was cumming even better than before and I wished Jen would too.

My pussy flooded Jen's mouth with cum and I pulled my fingers out to see them painted with a little bit of her blood. It fascinated me and I licked my fingers clean. I started pushing another finger inside, working three into her tiny hole. She was moaning louder now and I squeezed her head with my knees and kept my pussy planted firmly on her mouth.

I didn't care anymore if it hurt her, I was working my fingers in and out as hard and fast as I could. Her blood was leaking, running down the crack of her ass. I licked it up and spread her pussy wide for my hungry tongue. I licked and sucked at her raw red cunt telling her how beautiful it was.

I slowly got off her and Jen just lay there, gasping. I looked down at her and reached between my legs. My thighs were covered with my cum and her saliva. I rubbed myself while I wondered what I should do next. She was so perfect laying there. Her body tight and firm and young. Like mine used to be, I felt old, too old already at 16 I was changed. I started to hate her and I told her to come with me.

Her eyes were wide with fright and she did everything I told her to. I dragged her into the bathroom and made her kneel in the bathtub. I stood in front of her with my legs spread as far as possible and I told her to lick me. She hesitated and I hit her, with a fist, on the side of her head. Quickly Jen put her mouth on my cunt and I grabbed her long hair and undid the ponytail. Jen was getting to be a good little pussy licker and I felt heat rush through my body again.

I pulled her mouth hard to my cunt and I held her there. I started pissing a soft stream of hot urine into her unsuspecting mouth. She gagged and shook and tried to get away. I held her head as she pushed weakly with her hands. I told her to drink my piss, to lick it all up or she would drown in it.

Poor Jen couldn't help but swallow some of it and that only made it better. Most of it dribbled down onto her neck and chest and back. When I was done I yanked her out of the tub and pushed her down onto the floor and stood above her. Jen looked so tiny, so vulnerable. She was crying and trying to say things, to ask me why I was doing this but I couldn't hear her anymore.

I straddled her body and pinned her shoulders with my knees. I put my fingers around her throat and squeezed, choking her. My nails dug into the tender delicate flesh and I watched as her eyes opened wide, her mouth opening and closing. I thought how she'd never get her period and never have a boyfriend, she'd never get big ugly boobs or have hair on her sex. She'd always be beautiful and perfect and innocent.

She bit her tongue and her hips bounced as she struggled. But I held on, I pressed my thumb against her windpipe, leaning down, pushing until I heard it cracking like and suddenly she wasn't moving anymore. I held her like that, still squeezing as my last best orgasm shuddered through me. I'd been holding my breath along with Jen and I let it out with a whoosh as I collapsed forward, laying on her dead form. I could hear the last little bit of air as it rattled through her throat and into my hair. I put my mouth on hers and tasted her blood from her tongue and I pushed it back into her mouth with mine.

After my body stopped shaking and my breath came back I gave Jen bath. I washed her everywhere, she was so beautiful. So innocent. Like I used to be before I got so old and ugly. Nobody should get like me I was crying wishing I was Jen. Wishing someone had loved me enough to do this for me.

I washed her blood away from her bruised pussy and washed her mouth and hair. I dried her off and dressed her, putting on her favorite panties and skirt and blouse. I laid her on the bed and kissed her goodbye. I know she loved me too.

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