The flights to LAX were routine and long, as usual. Piper and I both napped when we could, and when awake, she chattered about how much she loved traveling with me. The subject of her mother came up a couple of times, and I tried the woman's number during a layover in Atlanta, the same disconnect message all that I got. Piper looked glum for a while, but I did my best to cheer her up. I knew it had to be sinking in that her mother might be away for a long time and that, without so much as spelling it out, Piper knew bad things may have already happened to her.

I was at loss for what to do, of course. I had no way to contact her, and I felt like trying to go to authorities would only make things worse. So I resolved myself to the situation, attempting to keep Piper's mind occupied, and did the best I could to stop her spirits from sinking low again.

We talked on the last leg about photography. I quizzed her gently on some terms and concepts, and the girl was able to recall more than I expected from her research. It was a big step from theory and definitions to understanding how to apply those things to taking pictures, but she was ahead of the game, as far as I was concerned, so I wanted to ensure that, with a few days of down time, I worked in some lessons with the hardware for the girl.

- - -

My place was as we'd left it before flying out to Miami so many days earlier. A little messy, but mostly still clean. It was quiet and hot, the air conditioner always turned off when I was away, so I cranked it down cold while Piper started to strip off her clothes.

The girl paused with her shirt halfway off, looking at me, "Uh... do I have to still do stuff in private?"

I chuckled, "Seems like a silly rule now, doesn't it?"

Piper giggled, "Uh, yeah. You shot your se-men on me!"

I flashed to those amazing moments, knowing we had time and space for more such times, if Piper wanted it, of course. "So I recall..."

She shrugged and ripped off her shirt, then tore down her leggings and panties as she swept into the bathroom. Piper didn't bother to close the door this time, and I heard her urinating a moment before the shower turned on.

I debated simply joining her then, aroused if a bit weary from jet lag and travel. How far my mind had come in such a short time! The edge of my thoughts still held plenty of worrisome concerns, namely that this blessed bubble of freedom would collapse as soon as someone found out what I'd done, but for the moment, Piper's presence, her willingness to play with me, overruled my darker thoughts.

I stepped into the bathroom and could see the shower steaming up the faux-glass divider. Stripping off my clothes, I paused and saw Piper's rolled underwear inside her leggings in the hamper. Drawn to them by a light white smear in the crotch, I pulled the grey panties free and brought them to my nose.

I inhaled Piper's scent, shuddering in pleasure at the lightly-musky, lightly-briny odors. She'd worn them ever since we'd left the hotel early that morning in Berlin, and the smell of her immature crotch was thick and so wonderful. I slowly stroked myself, sniffing Piper's odors over and over. I didn't even notice that the water had shut off.

"Whatcha doin'?"

I stopped my inhalations and looked over to see a wet, naked Piper watching me. "Uh... just... smelling your panties."

"Why?"

"Cause... they smell like you..."

She grinned, "And I smell good?"

"God, yes, Piper."

"Neat. Can I smell?"

I took two steps and brought the panties to within an inch of Piper's nose, the moist, creamed gusset upturned. She sniffed a few times, then giggled, "They smell funny!"

"Not funny," I protested with a grin, "sexy."

"Oh?" She smelled them some more, dripping water onto the shower mat under her feet. "I guess," Piper said finally, shrugging and then ignoring her odorous panties while she dried off. "You gonna shower?"

"I think so..."

"Cool. Hey... does your underwear smelly sexy, too?"

I laughed, "Uh... dunno, never tried them..."

Piper turned over the slacks I'd worn all day and fished out the dark-blue boxer-briefs I'd worn. She sniffed along the crotch a moment and smiled, "They smell funny, too!"

I just shook my head.

She dropped my underwear and left the bathroom. I looked down at my erection and nearly decided to jerk off for a quick release, debating whether I wanted to try to tempt Piper into sharing another intimate moment with me after the shower. I wanted that so much that the thought of doing it myself was not even palatable. If Piper wasn't willing, I'd rather wait, I decided.

- - -

She was wearing a nightshirt, feet up on the couch near her butt. No panties obscured the view between her legs. In her hands was an issue of Barely Legal. "Uh, Piper... where'd you get that?"

"Oh, I watched you hide them before, so I just dug one out. I'm just looking!" she protested.

How could I stop her at this point? "Alright... would you like me to use my mouth on you again?"

Piper giggled and her knees swayed, "Uh-huh..."

I pushed aside the rectangle table in front of the couch and knelt down between Piper's drawn up legs, the girl's eyes alternating between watching me move closer and the explicit images of teen women in the magazine. I leaned close, sniffing the preteen's clean vulva. It smelled only of fresh water and soap, a mild disappointment, but my tongue was much more pleased to taste a lovely tart pungent smear just inside her vagina.

Piper began to moan, setting aside the magazine and spreading her legs wider. I took hold of her ankles, sliding them over my shoulders, dragging her butt forward so that I could more easily taste her.

Her slippery folds were soon wet with my saliva and I greedily licked her little pussy. Piper started rolling her hips, little jerking motions interspersed with longer rises and falls of her thighs. I teased her hard little pink clit a moment, then sucked it between my lips, just lightly pulling it in so that my tongue could swipe it directly.

Piper was breathing more heavily, deeper, her moans a lovely soundtrack, quite audible over the loud window unit blowing cool air inside the apartment. I took one of her hands and guided it to my head, then the other, Piper's fingers soon getting the idea, pulling on my hair, clawing at me softly. I felt her rise up, "Nnnnnnmmm... Nnnnnnmmm... Oh... Mmmmm... Mmmm... Oh... Nnnnnn..."

She was close, so close. I could feel her tension building, her thighs quivering, her stomach clenching as I tightened my motions, bringing a single finger up to her vagina while I sucked and licked her little clit. I teased her opening, tempting it, pushing just the tip inside. The small, taut sliver of her hymen was there, but it offered no resistance to my probing digit. I pushed a little deeper, deeper, soon up to my knuckle inside the girl's pussy.

God, she was tight! I felt Piper's smooth, wet vagina clenching around me, her body rocking with the new sensation. Her cunt grasped my finger, holding it, releasing just a half second, then clenching tight again. She started to orgasm, and I let the girl's young body direct my tongue and finger. "Mmmmmmooohhh... Oh... Oh... Nnnnnnnmmmmoooohhh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh... Mmmmm..."

I rolled my head between Piper's thighs, loving the way she quivered as she came. Her pussy creamed just a little bit, and I could taste the thin, musky juices when I pushed my tongue inside her tight vagina. She smelled more mature right then, like her body was filling my nose with pheromones. I kept eating her until she suddenly tightened a fist in my hair and said, "Ow... Ow..."

"What?" I said, pulling back quickly, "Did I hurt you?"

"No," Piper said, breathless and still shaking, "Like... it's just too much down there..."

She'd grown sensitive, so I pulled back further and looked down. Piper's dark-pink pussy was swollen, twice the size it had been when I'd started eating her. Swollen and open and still so small! She looked more raw, more red, slathered with saliva and her own light juices. Her little clit had disappeared back under its hood, but her labia were splayed open a little, the inner flesh of her vagina visible within. I could see it still twitching inside her folds.

"God, Piper... you are so sexy..."

The girl giggled, "Mmm... I like when you orgasm me! I feel funny!"

"My favorite thing in the world."

She glanced down to where my cock was bobbing and leaking below. "Do you want me to orgasm you now?"

I nodded, "Can I try something different?"

"Sure!"

"I won't put it in, Piper," I promised her, "that should be something for another day... when you're ready... really ready, but... let me show you... I'll be real gentle, okay? I know you're a little sore down there..."

She watched me with a glazed expression, soft, a young girl spread wide open in a very adult position, exposed, willing. The seat of the couch was the perfect height for what I wanted to do. I drew up, placing my leaking penis right against her soft flesh, the heat from Piper's genitals rushing into me. I shuddered, nearly cumming from the intense sensation. I brought the girl's thighs together, trapping my cock right against her little cunt.

I started to fuck the small gap between her thighs. God, she was so perfect! The tight little hole was just below my shaft, her slippery folds simply magic along my length. The head of my dick appeared then slid back between her thighs, then reappeared. I held Piper's legs against me, mostly straight up but with her knees bent out a little, putting her ankles up near my outer shoulders.

I watched the girl's face, and she alternated looking at mine and moving her eyes lower, a look of awe in her expression as she saw my hard penis moving between her legs.

The hot, slippery flesh was too much for me. I felt myself swelling, my balls drawing up. I started to move more urgently, fast enough for my nuts to swing up and smack against Piper's bottom. "Oh... Piper... I'm... I'm gonna... cummmmm..."

Sperm flew out of my cock as I shuddered into orgasm. Waves of bliss washed into me as I squirted my spunk all over Piper's body, some on her stomach, more on her flat chest, one thick rope splashing on her chin and drooling down her neck. She flinched at that one, narrowing her eyes but leaving her mouth half-open. I continued to shoot my load, less urgently at the end, finally drooling the last drops of my semen onto Piper's virgin cunt.

I slowly slid up and down her slit, rubbing my cum all over Piper's sex, enjoying the buzz of my orgasm, overwhelmed by the slippery, sticky flesh between the girl's legs. God, I felt so powerful right then!

I spread Piper's legs, leaving my penis to rest and leak against her Mons, and leaned down to share a kiss with her. I swiped a drop of sperm from her chin and brought it between our lips. Piper's tongue darted out on its own, the girl swirling the sticky cream into her mouth. I kissed her passionately, tasting my seed on her tongue and staying hard despite my recent orgasm.

I decided immediately that I had to stop for the night. I was just seconds from penetrating the girl fully, my cock having slipped down when it softened before, but now hard again, my glans were resting right against her small, slippery opening. Piper's virginity was not something I would take without a lot of thought. Why I drew that line, I'm not sure. Maybe I was a little old fashioned about that. But it wasn't something to do spontaneously, not with anyone, really, but certainly not with a ten-year old child.

My penis throbbed a couple of times, and I could feel myself squeezing cum out the tip, right inside Piper's vagina. Before I changed my mind and let the urge to penetrate her win out, I pulled back, then slammed myself down on the couch to cuddle with my young lover.

- - -

The next day I decided to try to balance out my karma a bit, if such a thing existed. What I'd done with Piper was beyond the pale, I felt strongly, but I was hooked on our new relationship and I couldn't even consider stopping our intimacy. But I couldn't just use the girl as my sex partner and parade her in front of leering adults at shows for the rest of her life, if that's what our current situation turned out to be. With Veronica nowhere to be found, it was up to me to ensure Piper wasn't left behind in other ways.

I asked about her schooling and Piper told me that her mom studied with her often, teaching her math and history and so forth, though the girl didn't know what texts she used. I got a sense for where she was, decent math skills, some basic history and English and science in the mix. While she showered that morning, finally washing away the cum which had dried on her skin the night before, I found a couple of helpful websites and printed out some lessons I thought might be appropriate.

I was no teacher, as far as I knew, but I thought I could do well enough to keep the girl learning. We ate breakfast and I had her read some passages about the American revolution, the text aimed at fifth-graders. She did as directed, occasionally shoveling oatmeal into her mouth as she read. I asked her a few questions, noted how she had a simple but reasonable understanding, then moved on to mathematics.

By the time lunch rolled around, Piper was getting restless and so was I. "I'm booooored," she complained, knees on the chair and her elbows on the table, her leggings stretched over her bottom in the air.

"Wanna get out a while? Go for a walk? Maybe find some to eat?"

"Sure... when are you gonna teach me to take pictures?"

I shrugged, "I'll grab a camera, maybe we'll find a place for you to start learning."

Piper grinned, "Okay!"

- - -

As we walked slowly towards the shops near my apartment, I showed her the camera and how to operate the basic functions. I didn't worry about more advanced features, just wanting her to get comfortable with the zoom first. I had her take photos of stop signs and cars going by, showing her how this picture was a little unbalanced, how that one needed a tighter zoom. I told her to take multiple photos each time, not relying on a single shot to be the perfect one. After she took a dozen or more of a flowering bush, Piper turned back at me and grinned, "So... the secret is just take lots and then pick one?"

I laughed. "Sort of. Take enough and by chance one should be pretty decent. But, there's more to it than that. You'll see when we start getting into ways to improve every shot and how to ensure you capture the intent of the picture, not just the subject."

"Hmm," she considered my words, "sounds hard."

"Not really. It just takes practice. Keep shooting."

- - -

By the time we were seated at a pizza place I liked, Piper had taken over a hundred photos and was scanning through them on the small camera screen. "Oh, I like this one!" she said, handing the camera to me.

It was one of a series she took of a pigeons pecking around a small gravel spot near the sidewalk. The photo was a little out of focus, but it was well centered and the lighting had been about perfect. "Nicely done."

She took back the camera and continued her commentary on each set.

"I need to practice today," she told me, setting the camera aside.

"I thought that's what we were doing."

"No," Piper shook her head, "I mean my routine. I wanna make a new one, I think."

"Oh? How do you go about that?"

She pursed her lips, "Usually, Mom has me watch some videos of, like, gym girls or dancers, and I just sort of... mmm... learn how to move like them."

"But your routines, they're pretty polished. They don't seem very random at all."

"Oh, no, not random," Piper replied, "It takes, like, a few weeks to get good at it."

I asked, "But how do you actually decide the order of things?"

"I draw it in my notebook."

"Notebook?"

"Uh-huh," Piper said, "I'll show you when we go home."

Home.

Piper used that word like it was certain. Decided. Normal. Not her Miami home, not wherever her mother was, but my apartment was home. Maybe she meant the word in a more general sense, but I couldn't help dwelling on her word choice. Part of me was scared shitless by that thought. Part of me loved it with all my heart.

- - -

My astonishment at the details in her drawing was matched only by my arousal at how sensually the girl drew herself. Dozens of pages of carefully sketched images of Piper herself nearly filled the notebook, some simple face drawings, others showing motion of her full body. It was like watching a flipbook, in a way, moving from image to image and being able to follow along with the routine.

And by sensual, I mean that there was a decided maturity to the body she drew. Piper had rounded her hips and given herself a small curvature over her breasts. Her bottom looked larger than real life, shapely and perfect. She drew in shadowy details of her privates as seen through sheer outfits, even darkening spots around her nipples. Piper seemed to have an awareness of special parts of her body, more than I'd though possible. The ten-year old's artwork was top notch.

"Why do you alter yourself?" I asked, mesmerized.

"Huh?"

I pointed to an image of her twirling, "You have breasts... like you're older..."

"Oh. I dunno... I just kinda see myself like that, I guess."

"Really?"

Piper nodded. "I dunno... it's just how I feel."

I smiled. Something about that sentiment was wonderful. I did worry, though, that this might be signs of hyper-sexualization, that Piper had been sexualized over her life in a way which made her feel more mature and to consider herself much older than she really was. I certainly was not helping that, if so. "These are just beautiful, Piper. Really, your drawing are amazing. You draw yourself as quite a striking young woman..."

She looked at me a moment, then frowned, closing the notebook and leaning back on the couch, crossing her arms and pouting lightly.

"Hey... what's wrong?"

Piper pushed out her lower lip, then said evenly, "You wish I had boobs..."

"What?"

"You like the way I draw myself... more than you like me..."

"Jesus, no! That's not true at all," I assured her, "I swear it, Piper. You... you're gorgeous!"

Her eyes moved without her head doing so, "Really?"

"Really."

"So... when I get boobs... you'll like me more, though... right?"

"Piper," I replied, swallowing the idea of what might happen once Piper started showing signs of puberty, "I like you all the same. Will I love you more then? Yeah, I will... because we'll have been in love that much longer... Not because you're prettier then..."

She chewed on that a moment. "Okay..."

I did what I would have done with a much older girlfriend after a moment of self-doubt. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight, kissing her cheek, then whispered my love for her in her ear.

Piper softened and started to smile, "I love you, Uncle Patrick."

"I love you."

We shared a soft kiss for a while, then Piper pulled back a little, kissed my cheek, giggled, then said, "I need to practice!"

- - -

The area was still cleared from where she'd danced before we left for Miami, so I busied myself by researching my assignment in Boston. It was dry, even by normal standards. A shareholders' meeting was about as dull an event as I could work, and it usually involved operating at least one video recorder in addition to my regular cameras. I was pretty decent with the video equipment, but it wasn't where I felt myself drawn. The product unveiling might offer a little more of interest, but, I doubted, not much.

My eyes rose as I watched Piper spinning and stopping, spinning again, then moving into a sweeping dip. She stopped again, bent over the counter, and started drawing in her notebook. I smiled. It was actually quite fascinating to watch Piper in her element, not just in front of horny adults, but the artist, the architect. She sketched for a while, then went through the two moves again, this time trying several third steps before once more going to her sketchbook.

She saw me watching at one point and giggled, "Are you checking out my butt?"

"Of course," I grinned.

"Thought so."

"I'm more impressed watching you work, though. Keep at it!"

"I will," she beamed, turning back to her notebook while I admired the slender curves of her bottom held tight by the grey leggings. A damp spot had formed right in the crotch. I realized Piper had not put on underwear. The thought of her bald, sweaty pussy against the fabric made me rise to attention. But I didn't impose myself on her. Whatever our relationship would be over time, it was absolutely vital to me that I make sure Piper's life was as normal as possible outside of our intimacy. She needed time and space for her modeling and dancing. She needed to relax and watch cartoons. Piper had to be able to enjoy being ten without me constantly pawing at her and encouraging lustful sexuality all the time.

It was a struggle, I must admit. My urges were strong to touch her, to smell her, to taste her lips, above and below. To fondle her cute bottom. To caress her flat chest. To plunge myself into her body and take her virginity.

That last one was both horribly difficult to hold back, and rather simple. The urge was strong. I had visualized that moment often since first feeling that drive in the Berlin hotel bathroom. I'd played out what that might feel like. I'd had my finger inside Piper's vagina already, I knew it would be tight, but I was also certain she could take me there. And it wouldn't take much convincing, either.

But all it took to sweep back that urgency was to think compassionately about the girl. All we'd done together was special for both of us, wrong or right, but nothing had risen to the level of knowing each other like having intercourse. It was the act, the one everyone knew defined everything else. There was no taking it back, once I'd been inside her. I wanted it to be special, and I wanted Piper to comprehend that moment as completely as possible. I wanted her to want it, not just because I was eager to be inside her, but because she understood and maturely desired giving me her virginity.

I shuddered at the thoughts, my erection not going down. With Piper deep into her workout, I slipped into the bathroom, pulled her lovely, odorous panties from the day before to my nose, and quickly stroked myself to orgasm.

- - -

Tension relieved for the time, that night involved a quick dinner of spaghetti with marinara sauce, right out a box and a bottle, while we continued watching the Harry Potter movies. Piper hadn't forgotten how we'd agreed to watch the whole set together, and by the end of the second one, she was curled up against me, dozing.

I carried her to bed, then shut off the television and lights. Instead of crawling onto the floor like I had the last time we'd shared my bedroom, I slid under the covers beside Piper and wrapped myself around her.

She hadn't showered after her workout, and as I sniffed her neck, the wonderful scents of warm, little girl sweat filled me with comfortable sensations. I squeezed myself tighter against her body, lightly stroking her thigh a moment, and considered waking her up to play with her private flesh. But since I'd released my load earlier that day, the urgency was relaxed enough to not bother the sleeping ten-year old. I kissed her neck gently, smelling her warm scents again, then whispered my love for her as I began to doze.

- - -

For a couple of days, things were much the same. I kept Piper loaded with lessons, including with the camera, and she practiced and constructed her new routine, putting in hours everyday. Gradually, it was coming along, enough so that she had forty or fifty seconds of flowing moves put together. Each day, I decided to mute my urges so that she could focus, jerking off to whatever she'd worn most recently. The leggings were nice to sniff, as well as the panties, giving just a slightly different texture to Piper's scent.

We were flying out on Sunday, and on Saturday I took us down to do some laundry. I almost regretted putting Piper's panties and leggings in the wash, wanting to roll around in her scent and enjoy her fragrance more. But those opportunities would come, I knew, so I slammed shut the washing machine and paid the coins to get it going.

We passed the time eating lunch next door, my ringing cell interrupting Piper explaining about the biology reading I'd given her that morning.

It was Johanna. "Hullo, Patrick. You are well?"

"Fine, thanks."

"Wonderful. I have a new opportunity for you."

"Oh?"

"An acquaintance of mine has a planned a special event, a private one, in about ten days."

"Okay... you want me to take photos?"

"He does, yes. Can you film, as well?"

I replied, "I can, yeah. What's the event?"

"I'll let him explain. I'll pass along your number if that would be alright."

"That's fine," I said, "who is the acquaintance?"

"The man's name is Gunther. I believe you photographed his daughter a few nights ago?"

Lena. The girl whose first menstruation was captured in vivid red on pink and beige, both on stages and in the dressing room. I swallowed hard. "Uh... yes, I recall her..."

"Good. He'll be in touch soon, I'm sure. Ciao, Patrick."

"Ciao..."

Piper asked, "Who was that?"

"Johanna, the woman who hosted the private show... she said she's got a gig for me with... Lena's father."

"Oh! Neat! What's the shoot?" she asked, using the word I'd often used to describe the gigs.

"Not sure..." I didn't let on that I knew it might be rather explicit and unusual, given how willing father and daughter had been to share her menstruation with strangers. "He's gonna call me to discuss."

"Can I shoot it with you?"

I groaned. "We'll see, Piper... I don't know anything yet, or even if I can do it. My schedule can be a little hectic sometimes."

"Okay..."

"Where were we?"

She let out a sigh, tiring of the day's lessons, "Embryos..."

"Ah yes... Continue..."

- - -

"Patrick, nice to speak with you again," the German man said after I'd answered his call not an hour after the conversation with Johanna.

"You as well... Johanna tells me you have a project?"

I heard him smiling, "Oh, yes, a special moment."

"Okay... so what's the gig?"

"I... I hesitate to discuss it with you right now... You'll understand..."

Red flags were rising steadily. "Can't tell me now?"

He paused, then said, "Perhaps you can fly to Hamburg... we can discuss here?"

I shook my head, telling him, "Not right now, no, I'm going to Boston tomorrow. I'll be there a few days, then I'm not sure..."

"Then I will come to you. Monday evening, perhaps?"

It was odd to think the man couldn't tell me things over the phone but was willing to pay crazy prices to fly, last minute, to do so in person. "Fine, sure. You've got my number... we'll arrange to meet up then."

"Wunderbar. I will set about making arrangements immediately."

- - -

Saturday night found Piper and I relaxing on the couch again, now up to the fifth movie in the series. Piper seemed distracted. I asked her what was on her mind.

She replied, "I was just thinkin' 'bout Lena... like... when I get my... you know, bleeding..."

"Your period."

"Yeah, that. Like... do I have to take a lover like her?"

"Have to? No, no, never until you're ready."

"Yeah," she nodded, "I thought so. You said something, like, she was selling her first time?"

"That's what I heard, yeah..."

"Weird..."

"Agreed," I replied, "and she's really young... Highly illegal, among other problems."

"Why?" Piper asked, turning her head towards me, her feet on the edge of the couch in her favorite tucked position. She wore leggings, so no overt shows of her vulva.

"We've talked about that, remember? Adults are not allowed to have sex with children..."

Piper shrugged, "But we did stuff..."

"Yes... also illegal."

"Oh... I didn't know," she said quietly. I knew better. We'd talked about the very illegal nature of our relationship a couple of times since we first started drawing closer. She continued, "But... like... do you have to charge the lover you choose? Like... why would someone do that?"

"No one has to charge, Piper. That's not normal at all, I think. No, I believe what we know about Lena... and the other... inside girls... is that they are in a rather odd bubble, of sorts. They've been trained to believe their sexuality is both publicly viewable and privately available, for a price... I doubt Lena or the other girls even understand what they're doing."

Piper shook her head and wrinkled her nose, "Uh-uh. I bet she does too know."

"Why do you say that?"

"Cause I know..."

I narrowed my eyes, "What do you mean?"

She shrugged, "Like... I know it's naughty, Uncle Patrick, stuff you do with me, but... like... I think about it all the time, you know? Like... I want to do it more than you do, I think... And, like... I kinda started figuring out how to orgasm myself yesterday and like... Well, I guess I think it's pretty normal to know about this stuff and I bet Lena does, too. It's like, special, right? Doing stuff with someone? Like... if that's true, then... I bet she knows like I do... I like being special with you, Uncle Patrick..."

I surged. My voice was strained, "I feel the same, Piper."

"And, um, like," the girl was rocking her legs side-to-side on the couch, "when I, um, think about you I get really tingly, in my vul-va. And I touch it sometimes, and like, yesterday, I just... got it! I touched that spot, err... the one you called my... umm..."

"Clitoris..." I breathed.

"Clit-or-is... yeah... like, it was kind fun to touch it like you do, and, well, I was on the toilet, you know, just touching it, and I sorta went off and orgasmed myself."

"God, Piper..." I whispered, suddenly stroking her leg firmly.

"So, um, I guess I'm just sayin' that... Like... Lena, she probably does that... and, er... thinks things about guys, and... well... she just knows what she's doing!"

I can't say I was convinced by her rambling argument, but I'd long since cared about following it directly. No, I couldn't stop hearing the arousal in Piper's words, her flushed, rosy cheeks, her restless energy. Before I could even suggest more, she smiled and said, "Can I try orgasming you with my mouth again, Uncle Patrick?"

I enthusiastically nodded my reply. Before she moved, I stood and swept her up in my arms, Piper giggling as I carried her to my bed. Our bed, I corrected myself. I wanted to taste her as much as she wanted to suck me, if not more. I stripped off my clothes while Piper did the same. Laying down on the bed, I pulled her to me, kissing her, letting her slender body roll around over top of me, my penis leaking precum against her thighs and stomach and Mons. I swallowed the urge to spread her legs and impale her on my cock, instead, spinning her around, saying, "I'll orgasm you while you orgasm me, okay?"

Piper giggled, "Oh, neat!"

Pulling her hips over my face, I felt Piper's bottom sink down, trapping my nose right against her tiny anus, her wet little cut on my lips. I probed her folds with my tongue and felt her begin to tense.

Tucking my feet up near my butt, I raised my hips and breathed just past her crotch, "Try to suck me, Piper..."

I felt wet, slippery flesh on my glans. Just a nibble from Piper's lips. While she tried to figure things out, obviously enjoying herself since she giggled with each slurp of her mouth, I was consumed by Piper's essence, by her scent, by her amazing sweet and tart, smooth, hairless pussy.

Her lips slid down after a moment and I felt her gag lightly. The girl didn't pull off, though, continuing to learn how to suck me, I nibbled gently on her tiny clit, the hard nub throbbing against my tongue. I heard her start to hum and felt the vibrations through my groin. My balls were starting to tense up. She took another inch, gagged again, pulled off halfway, then started actually sucking me, using her tongue to tickle and tease my glans. I was right there.

"Piper," I gasped, her scents smeared on my face, "I'm gonna cum..."

I was in no position to pull out like I had the first time. I didn't even think about whether the blast about to hit her tongue was going to be too much.

My hips raised up and I sank half-an-inch deeper in Piper's mouth. I spurted thick ropes of semen between the girl's lips, the ten-year old holding still, not backing away, letting me empty my nuts in her mouth as I groaned with pleasure between her legs.

My orgasm peaking, I greedily lapped up Piper's juices. She still hadn't moved her head, even as my ejaculation had stopped and the cum was just pooling in her mouth. I felt her shudder and I redoubled my efforts.

She moaned loudly, "Mmmmmmnnnuuuhhh," spilling seed as her mouth opened. I felt her flinch and try to catch it, losing more in the attempt, but she slurped some back from my penis, maybe swallowing, and I felt her shudder, shudder, her thighs squeezing me tight. Her crotch pressed hard against my face and I sucked in a deep lungful of breath, letting the little girl's body tell me how to make her orgasm.

It wasn't long before Piper quivered and rolled in climax. "Mmmmmooohh... Nnnnnn... Uhhh... Uhnnnn... Ohhh... Mmmm..."

I slowed my tongue, being gentle then, not wanting to make her grow sensitive again. I could feel my sperm cooling around my shaft and on my balls, Piper's wetness delightfully sticky on my face.

I whirled her around, pressing my lips to hers as she breathed deeply, eyes closed, a look of soft pleasure on her face. We kissed, our combined cream sticky and warm in our mouths. I rolled her onto her back, still kissing her, moaning softly against her neck, whispering sweet sentiments to her and hearing her love for me returned. "That... was... neat!" she exclaimed with a smile. "We orgasmed each other! Like... at the same time!"

I grinned back at her, wiping a drop of semen from her cheek and slipping it into her mouth. Piper instinctively sucked my finger and then kissed me again. She whispered to me, "I want you to be my lover, Uncle Patrick... when you're ready."

I laughed at the thought, that I was the one who needed to be ready. But I just kissed her and said, "I'd love that, Piper... when I'm ready..."

Patrick, Male, 25

	- Narrator, professional photographer

	- 5'9, beige skin, 165lbs, muted-brown bangs

Piper, Female, 10

	- Child model

	- 4'7, tanned beige skin, 90lbs, blue-green eyes, straight raven-black hair