The hero of our story, a man named Mark Harris, pulled a picture up onto his computer screen. He'd looked at this picture a lot already, and surely would look at it many more times as well. It was a picture of a girl named Michelle. He had exchanged several emails with her and her mother, and amid the conversation, they'd sent the picture.

She was wearing a bikini in the photograph, yellow against the beautifully tanned skin of her thin chest. It was the sort of bikini that was tied in a knot at the front, and he imagined himself reaching out, untying the knot, and watching as the bikini falls away from her breasts. What a sight that would be; the cloth cups of the bra outlined a beautiful set of titties, small, of course, but more developed than he'd expected from an eleven year old girl. And maybe it was just his imagination, but he was certain he could see a hint of the shape of a nipple through the cloth. The bikini also sported the small image of two cherries, just above the nipple. He had to laugh--cherries! How perfect is that? Although, from what her mother had said, Michelle herself was not a cherry girl. She'd been with men before.

The picture began just below the bikini bra, as if the person who took the photo had wanted to make sure that he could see her tits. The picture moved up from there to frame her face. It was, in Mark's opinion, the face of an angel. She held a glass of water up as if in a toast, and had the sweetest smile, pink lips opened slightly and turning up at the corners to form little dimples in her cheeks. As he looked at her smile, he imagined those lips opening wider, her jaw dropping, and his cock sliding into the warmth of her mouth. Surely this beautiful angel must give wonderful head, and now in his mind she was looking up at him with her sweet brown eyes as she sucks.

Her angel-face was round, with ruddy cheeks matched in their perfection by an adorable little nose and eyes that glimmered with her smile. Her cheeks were framed by blonde hair, pulled back but with bangs blowing in the breeze, partly obscuring the face and shining in the bright sunlight.

Yes, he realized. Yes. He pulled up an email to her mother. Yes, he wrote. Let's do it.

Michelle looked at herself in the mirror while her mom stood behind her, combing back her golden hair. Michelle practiced making faces--big smiles, little smiles, wide-eyed looks of surprise. This was second nature for her; she always wanted to be a model, and she loved to strike poses when people take pictures of her. She was awfully excited about what she and her mom had planned for today.

"Do you think he's cute?" she asked, trying out a sultry look with her tongue peeking out of her lips.

Candice chuckled. "I don't know. But I think fifty year old men prefer the word 'handsome.'"

"I prefer the word 'cute.' And I think he is. He seems really nice."

"He does." Candice chuckled again, enjoying how her daughter seemed to think that "cute" and "nice" were closely related in a man. Maybe even the same thing. She remembered back to the first man she was with, when she was younger than Michelle is now. Was he "cute?" She sure as hell thought he was.

"I like older men," her daughter announced, then made another sultry face for the mirror, biting her lower lip.

"Oh?"

"Yes," Michelle said. "They're not afraid to tell me I'm sexy. Boys would never say that. They're too scared."

It's true; Mark had told Michelle that she was sexy, several times. And she did like to hear him say that.

"And," the eleven year old continued, "because he's older, he's seen a lot of girls my age, maybe even when they're naked, and he's smart enough to know that I'm the prettiest and sexiest of them all." She gave the mirror a big beautiful smile.

Her mom laughed. "Very true," she said. There was no point in disagreeing with the girl.

Her mom finished pulling her hair back into a ponytail, and Michelle wiped a few wayward strands of her long bangs out of her face. "It is true," she said, as much to her face in the mirror as to her mother.

Candice laughed again. "Now," she said, patting some blush onto her daughter's cheeks, "he said he doesn't want much makeup--"

"He said he likes my 'natural look.'"

"Yes. But maybe we should surprise him with a little face paint? Maybe some flowers?"

Michelle's eyes twinkled. "Some pretty flowers!"

"I think he'll like that!"

"I know he will!" Candice knelt next to her daughter and began to draw some flowers, blue and purple, arching down from above her eyebrow, beside her eye, and onto her cheek. "There!" she announced triumphantly when she was done.

"They're beautiful, Mama! He's going to love them!"

"Yes, he is. Now let's get you dressed."

Mark and Candace had discuss what sort of costume Michelle should wear. He'd mostly just wanted her to be natural--"Street clothes is fine"--but Michelle wanted something special, so Mark found a site online that had surplus costumes, mostly silly Halloween outfits for kids. It was hard for him to select which one to get--sexy schoolgirl? Nurse Michelle? Little Witch? But eventually he settled on a belly dancer costume, in part because the girl in the picture looked to be about Michelle's age, and was quite sexy in her own right (though not anywhere near as hot as Michelle, of course). The outfit featured a delightfully exposed midriff, which he knew would be sexy as hell on Michelle, a pair of pants that were mostly some sort of gauzy see-through fabric and which hung provocatively low on the model's narrow hips. The top looked tight--too tight for Michelle, perhaps--and had matching gauzy sleeves. Clipped to the bottom hem of the top, and to the waistband of the pants, hung strings of metal bangles to complete the belly dancer look. Michelle had been thrilled with his choice, and the moment he got her approval, he ordered the costume to be delivered overnight to her house. She'd put it on as soon as it arrived, and then danced around the house, shaking her hips to make the bangles ring.

Candice was hardly a professional photographer, but she'd taken a class at a camera store a while back, and Mark had bought her a new camera and a tripod, and a couple umbrella lights. She had the camera on the tripod now and took a few practice photos of Michelle as she changed into the outfit. She figured Mark might like some "behind the scenes" pictures, the sort of "making of..." stuff that porn sites often offer as an addition to their regular sets. Michelle's never been one to hesitate about taking her clothes off, Candice liked to call her "My little exhibitionist" and the girl just couldn't help but pose a few times for the camera while she changed, including one photo in nothing but her panties. Oh yeah, Candice thought to herself, Mark's really going to enjoy this.

A few minutes later, Michelle was making the last little adjustments to the costume: pulling the top up a bit more than it ought to be, to provide just a little peek at the undersides of her breasts (damn, the girl's good, Candice thought), and making sure that the waistband of the pants hung even lower on her than in the picture of the model on the website. "I will be way, way sexier than her!" Michelle had said when she saw the picture, maybe a little jealous, or at least very determined, after she'd read Mark describe the girl as "hot." She obviously intended to make sure that there was no question in Mark's mind at all who the hotter girl was.

Then she gave her hips a shake, to make the bangles jingle, and looked expectantly at her mom.

Candice snapped a couple pictures, looked at the results on her computer screen, then adjusted the lights a bit and took few more.

Blood was already rushing to Mark's cock and he was literally salivating as he watched the download meter. It was a big file, which was good. That meant a lot of high resolution photos. But it also made the wait agonizingly long. Eventually he was able to open the file and extract the pictures, 78 of them.

By the time he pulled up the first picture, he was rock hard. It was a full-body picture of her, standing in front of the camera and giving that gorgeous dimple-cheeked smile. He immediately knew that the belly dancer costume was the perfect choice. He hadn't yet seen her stomach, and it was perfect. Thin, of course, but with just a hint of baby fat, too. He knew that baby fat would go away by the time she was a teenager; it would shift from her belly to her tits. And that'd be nice, but for now it was the perfect reminder that Michelle was still a girl, young and fresh, maybe not a virgin, but virginal nonetheless.

He noticed that the top was tight, compressing her tits more than he hoped. A girl's tits ought to be free to move, and to show off their shape. But, the advantage was that he could clearly see the shape of her nipples, little cones of flesh making their presence known through the lycra fabric. He also noticed that the top was quite high on her chest. This was sexy as hell.

The pants, on the other hand, hung very low, showing a surprising amount of light-colored skin well below her tan line. Another quarter-inch down, and he would be able to see the beginning of her public mound. The pants were much lower than in the picture of the girl on the website. Were Michelle's hips even narrower than the model's? No; she had a fine set of hips, still girlish but hinting at womanhood to come. That's when he realized that Michelle must have pulled the pants down like that on purpose.

At that thought, he unzipped his pants and fished his cock out of his underwear, and he started a slow, steady stroke as he stared at his little lover posing for him. She had her golden hair pulled back into a pony tail, a few bangs hanging to the side. Her brown eyes glimmered, her chubby cheeks reddened slightly.

She was absolutely beautiful.

He paged through the next few pictures, still stroking steadily. She struck various model poses, hands on her hips and her head to the side, then turned, in profile, then turned further, to show off her little ass. He paused on this picture. It was the most adorable ass he'd ever seen. A perfect ass. As with her breasts, it was fuller than he had expected. And just as charming.

Then there was a series of close ups of her face. For Mark, these were the most erotic photos yet. The girl had a very fuckable face. He couldn't help but start jacking harder as he wondered if she'd given head before. He hoped that she had, because he knew she would be fantastic at it.

"Can't I just take the clothes off now?" Michelle asked her mother. "He wants to see me naked!"

Candice laughed and shook her head. "You know what he wants, he gave us instructions."

"Okay, I'll follow his instructions," Michelle pouted.

Candace picked up a printout of an email that Mark had sent them. "He wants you to start slowly lifting the top over one of your boobs."

"Only one? Why not both?" And as she spoke, she reached up and pulled the top over her tits. Both tits.

"Come on, Michelle," Candice laughed.

The girl pulled the top back down, then started slowly lifting one side while her mom took several pictures. "Okay," Candace said, "stop before you show the nipple, and pretend like you don't want to show it."

"That's silly," Michelle said. "Of course I want to show it!" Her mom just gave her a look, and she said "okay..." and stopped. She did her best to pretend she wasn't going to show her nipple to him, even waving a finger like she was scolding him.

"Now act like he's convincing you to do it."

Michelle realized, when her mom said she should "act," that this really was like acting. She was supposed to play a part, pretend to be what Mark wants her to be. So she acted like he was convincing her, making a pose like she was listening to him, a little disgruntled, then like she agreed. Then she went back to the top and pulled it up until her nipple was out.

"Now pull it back down and do the same thing to the other side. But this time, don't stop, just slowly pull it up.

Michelle did as Mark instructed. She was finding that she was enjoying this, doing what he wanted, what he told her to do. She liked acting for him. As she held the top up over the breast and her mom took some pictures, she wondered if he was jacking off right now while he looked at her nipple. He course he is! She laughed to herself, picturing Mark jacking off while he looked at her nipple.

"Now pull it back in place, then take the shirt off."

"Finally!" she said.

"But do it slow, act like you're not sure you want to."

She did her best to act like he wanted, but she couldn't help smiling while she did it. The top was a little hard to get off, because it was so tight and the sleeves were weird, but pretty soon, she was topless.

Much as Michelle might have predicted, Mark scrolled rather quickly through the teasing photos, where she pretended to not want to show off her tits. They were good, and he liked them, but he'd been waiting for weeks to see her topless, and he wanted to get to that as quickly as he could. And finally, there they were, Michelle's beautiful breasts, completely bare. They were just beginning to leave the budding stage, a round plumpness beginning to form, though they were far too small to hang at all, sitting firm on her thin chest. And her tan line provided a sharp contrast between her paler tits and her shining bronze skin. And her nipples, her delicate little nipples, rose in soft pink cones and ended in little reddish nubs. He was jacking off hard now, imagining wrapping his lips around a nipple and sucking it in.

Candace had done what he'd asked; the first picture of her topless was a full-body photo, and he admired it all, from her naked little feet, to the low-slung pants, to her beautiful baby-fat belly and her ribs showing beneath her tits. Then the tits themselves, the finest set of baby breasts he had ever seen, and above them, her narrow chest and thin neck, her round cherub face, her dimpled smile, her shining eyes, and her golden hair.

The next picture, as he had instructed, was closer in, beginning above her knees, then the next, closer still, only her naked breasts and her beautiful face. Precum leaked from his cockhole as he looked at this picture, and he had to slow down his jacking. He had to pace himself. There were still a lot of pictures to go.

Candace focused in closer still, the next picture framing only Michelle's tits, and closer, only one breast, and then a tight close-up of a nipple. This picture, he stared at for quite a while. Mark was a nipple man, and he wanted to memorize every bump, every crease, of Michelle's sweet little teat. For the first time, he began to think of her as his girlfriend. This is what girlfriends do. They let you look at their nipples all you want.

The next two pictures were close-ups of her other titty, and its nipple, and he stared just as long at them.

"Okay," Candace said as she looked at the sheet of instructions. "Pull down your pants, but like you did before with your tits, like you're not going to do it.

Michelle giggled, but she did her best, acting hesitant as she pulled down the waistband of the pants, then stopped and made a silly face, saying "Nope!" But then she went back to pulling them down, until she was showing off her pussy to the camera. Then she shimmied the pants down over her butt, and pulled them down. They dropped to the floor and she stepped out of them. Finally, she was naked!

"Turn around, slowly. Let him admire you."

Now that was something Michelle could easily do. There was nothing she enjoyed more than being admired by a man. And she turned, slowly, and thought about Mark admiring her. She loved being naked for him. She loved knowing that he was looking at her, that he wanted her. That he craved her. And she laughed as she pictured him cumming while he looked at her, spewing thick ropes of semen into the air and making a big mess, globs of cum landing everywhere.

When she finished turning around, facing the camera again, she opened her legs a bit, reached down, and, entirely without being instructed by Mark to do it, she spread open her pussy lips.

Mark was masturbating furiously as he scrolled through the pictures of little Michelle, completely naked now, turning around to show her backside off. Jesus christ she has the cutest ass he's ever seen. And he nearly blew his load when the minx went off-script and spread her pussy lips. He tried to restrain himself from cumming, but in the next picture, Candace, bless her soul, focused the camera right on her daughter's pussy--her pubic mound bald and pale and adorably plump, her spread-open lips revealing the pink skin of her clitoral hood. It was all he could take. He gave a loud grunt, and his ballsack seized up tight and his cock swelled in his hand, and he orgasmed, shooting cum high into the air, arching, and landing with an audible splat on his keyboard. "Oh Michelle!" he moaned out loud as he continued spewing uncontrollably, "Take my cum you little whore!"

He had quite a mess to clean up when he was done.

"Okay," Michelle's mom said, looking at Mark's instructions. "He wants you on the bed now."

"About time!" Michelle said, and they both laughed.

"But you're supposed to sit up, with your legs together, looking like you're nervous about being naked on the bed with him"

"That's silly. I wouldn't be nervous at all!" But she played her role, looking doe-eyed at the camera while her mom took the picture.

"Now sit back, and slowly, hesitantly, open your legs."

Michelle played the role of reluctant girl for the camera, and had a great time doing it, although once again she couldn't help grinning. Candace was worried that Mark wouldn't like the smile, that he would think it ruined the effect, and so she encouraged her daughter to look more serious. And Michele tried, she really did, but every time she tried to make a serious expression, she started giggling, and both of them would laugh. Ultimately, Candace gave up. If Mark wants pictures of Michelle acting nervous and reluctant, he's just going to have to accept that she'll be smiling the whole time. That's who she is.

Eventually, amid much giggling, she was spread wide open, languishing back in the pillows with her arms above her head. This, her mother thought, is Michelle in her ideal state. Ready, willing, eager.

As per Mark's instructions, Candace now focused in tight on her daughter's pussy. She took a picture, then left the camera in place on the tripod and walked over to the bed.

"He wants me to spread your pussy open," she told Michelle.

"You?"

"Yeah. So it's like I'm offering you to him."

Michelle got a great big smile. "That's really sexy."

"I know!"

Then Candace reached a hand between her daughter's legs, and put her thumb and forefinger on her pouty pussy lips, and spread them open. With her other hand, she clicked the remote, and took a picture.

After Mark cleaned up, as best he could, the royal mess he'd made, he took a sorely needed break. He went to the bathroom for a pee, then to the kitchen for a beer. He checked messages on his phone, surfed the web a bit, and then returned to the scene of the crime, anxious and now ready again to finish looking at the pictures of his little angel.

She was on the bed now, sitting up as he'd instructed with her arms wrapped around her knees, looking imploringly up at the camera. That was a really good picture. Exactly what he'd imagined, and even better than he'd hoped. After that, though, the magic of that first picture was lost somewhat, but it was replaced with something even more magical--Michelle playing the part that he'd assigned her, but now with a grin, which gave the scene a remarkable and unexpected frivolity, reminding the viewer that the girl was just playing. Just having fun. And what a playful girl Michelle was! She was obviously having the time of her life as she sat back and slowly spread her legs for him. And that smile, that charming smile of hers, turned each and every picture from a piece of good erotic soft-core porn, into a masterpiece.

And then, finally, the picture he'd been waiting for; a tight closeup shot of her little pussy.

It was perfect. It was adorable. It was the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen. Pale and pronounced, and completely bald. Not even a hint of hair. Her outer labia were closed, revealing only a hint of disappearing pink as they joined together at her slit. Just a little tease of what was concealed inside them. But peeking out between her lips, at the top of her slit, was her little clitty, with the pinkish wrinkled skin of her hood that he already knew, but now the hood was parted slightly at the top, giving a tantalizing glimpse of the bulb of her baby clit.

Now Mark's cock was hard, and was out of his pants again. He knew what was coming next. And Candace didn't disappoint. It was absolutely perfect, the camera still in a tight close-up, the mother's fingers, clearly the fingers of a grown woman, spreading open her daughter's pussy. And now those chubby teasing outer labia were no longer concealing the pink inside, but revealing it, in all its splendid, spectacular beauty. Inside the outer lips were the small flaps of inner labia, a little paler than the surrounding flesh, joined together at her clit and then spreading as they led down to the opening of her vagina. And she was wet. Good god, she was wet. Everything was glistening, every little bit of dark pink flesh shining in the light that perfectly illuminated the scene. And there was wetness flowing out of her vagina and pooling, then spilling over in a sweet little dribble down her taint to her asshole.

This was the most inviting, welcoming pussy he had ever seen.

The final set of pictures, 20 some in all, were Michelle on the bed in various poses, all of which perfectly followed his instructions. "On your hands and knees," he'd written, "legs spread, looking back at the camera." The way she smiled in that picture was perfection, smiling right at the viewer, right at him, a look that said "Enjoy! Have fun!" A look that made you want to fuck her more than you've ever wanted to fuck any girl, any woman, before. "Then a close-up of the same," were his instructions, and that close-up was spectacular, her little pink puckered anus, nicely cleaned (he told Candace to make sure it was clean), begging for her lover to kiss her and lick her and fuck her, and shining just slightly with a little glimmer of wetness that had dripped down from her pussy when she was on her back. And speaking of her pussy, her wet little gorgeous hairless pussy, it shone there below her asshole in all it's angelic glory, opened slightly from her spreading legs to show dark pink. Oh, how he wanted her. Oh, how he craved her. Nearing orgasm again, he moved on to the remaining pictures, Michelle up on her knees with her teddy bear between her legs, smiling at him, then eyes closed and mouth open as she rubbed her clit against the teddy's nose. Then another pose on her back, with her legs in the air, spread open. Then with her knees against her cheeks.

And then she lay down again on her back for the grand finale: legs spread, fingers hooked inside her pussy lips and pulling it open to show deep into her vagina, a dark, enticing opening. Candace had gotten the lighting right, and you could see the hint of pink, just barely illuminated, deep inside.. That's where I cum, Mark thought. That's where I dump my load inside the little slut. The first of this final series of photos was a tight close-up of her pussy, just as he had instructed, and it glimmered and dripped and beckoned him inside. The next photo, panned out slightly, then panned out again, until her entire body was in the frame, her sweet angelic face, her little breasts and precious nipples, her ribs, her belly, her narrow hips, her legs spread open, her pussy spread as well.

And then the final picture: arms up above her head, legs as wide as they could go, looking right at the camera. She pulled the look off perfectly, just as he told her to do--passive acceptance, complete and utter willingness. Little Michelle, ready to be fucked. Ready to be used. Ready to be Mark's little eleven year old whore.

And he had a big mess to clean up, for a second time that day.

Candace and Michelle sat down on the couch and opened their laptop.

"Oh, there's two emails from Mark!" Candace said. "One for me, and one for you."

"I get to read mine." Michelle grabbed the laptop from her mom and opened the email. She sat, smiling silently, as she read.

"What's he say?" her mom asked.

"It's private," Michelle proclaimed.

"Okay," her mom agreed.

Michelle read for a bit more, then closed the email. "Don't read it," she scolded her mother. "It's just for me."

"I won't, I promise."

"What does he he say to you?" Michelle asked, looking over her mom's shoulder as she opened her email.

"What, mine's not private?"

"Of course not!"

Candace chuckled. "Dear Candace" she read. "The photos are awesome! Michelle is beautiful. Beyond beautiful. Cute, gorgeous, sexy, and pretty much perfect."

"See?" Michelle said, "He gets me."

Her mom laughed, and shook her head good-naturedly at her daughters brimming self-confidence. She continued reading. "You and Michelle followed my instructions quite well, and in those cases where Michelle deviated from them, it only made the pictures hotter."

"I told you," Michelle said, crossing her arms defiantly. "I know what he wants, even more than he does."

"True," her mom said. "You know, we could make another set for him, and this time you can do whatever you want. No instructions"

"I have a better idea," Michelle said. "We could invite him to come here, and I could put on the belly dancer costume for him, and then do whatever I want."

"I'm not sure he'd want to come here," Candace said.

"He does," Michelle asserted.

"Oh? Did he say that in the email to you?"

"Maybe."

"What else did he say?"

"It's private," Michelle scolded her mother.

"Hmm..." Candace said. "And you want to do this, too?"

"Yes..I want him to watch me belly dance."

"Well, I guess--"

"And you can't be here."

"I can't?"

"No. 'Cause I think he likes you, too, and if you're here, he'll flirt with you. I want him to only pay attention to me."

"Well, you might be right about that," Candace admitted. "Okay. But if he does anything to you that you don't want, I'll cut his balls off and make him eat them."

"He's not like that, Mom. He's nice. Besides, I don't think there's anything he gonna want that I wouldn't want to do, too."

Candace laughed at that. "I suppose you're right! Okay, I'll send him an email."

Michelle kissed her mom on the cheek, than dashed outside to ride bikes with her friends.

"I've been practicing," Michelle said over dinner with Mark and her mom.

"She has," Candace confirmed.

"Uncle Mike's been helping me. He says I'm getting pretty good at it. It goes like this:" Michelle stood up, put her hands out to the sides, palms down, fingers pointing straight out. She cocked her hips to one side, then to the other. People sitting at the nearby tables smiled, watching her practice her moves, swinging her skinny hips from side to side a couple more times before she sat down again.

"Nice," Mark said, nodding his agreement. Michelle smiled at his compliment, that sweet dimpled smile.

Michelle, Mark realized, was even more beautiful in person than in her pictures. The twinkle in her eyes was what captured his attention the most, the light of the evening sun reflected in little golden sparkles as they sat out on the patio of the fancy restaurant he'd chosen for their dinner. But not just her eyes; everything about her was animated and alive, brimming with the confidence that her pictures conveyed. Very little of her skin was showing, given the clothes she was wearing, but Mark knew what her skin looked like. He knew what she looked like naked. So he was able to fill in the details in his mind as her fluid body moved, constantly in motion. She was dancing even while she sat in her chair.

Mark admired her mother as well. Candace was a very pretty lady in her own right, and gave a wonderful hint at what her daughter would look like in twenty years. Mark liked that image; Michelle was a perfect young girl, thin and lithe, just beginning her sexual development. But it was nice to imagine her as a woman.

He couldn't pay nearly as much attention to Candace as he'd like, because Michelle had been quite explicit with him in her email reply: "I know you like my mom. But this is just about you and me, not her." Michelle, he'd found, was very direct. She knows what she wants and isn't afraid to demand it. And as a result, he had the impression that it'd be very easy to get on her "bad side," and once you were there, you're out of luck. And Mark definitely wanted to get lucky today.

So he admired her mom only from a distance, and focused most of his attention on the girl.

After dinner, he drove to their house in his rental, a sporty little Beemer with the sun roof open and the music playing loud. Candace opened the front door of the house, but she didn't go inside. She just said "Goodbye, have fun you two, I'll be home around eleven," and left.

Michelle dashed immediately up to her bedroom, hollering "I'm gonna change!" over her shoulder as she ran up the stairs, and Mark took a deep breath and sat down on the couch. A couple minutes later, Michelle reappeared.

The girl didn't have a hint of nervousness about her. Coy and demur was not Michelle. She just immediately started dancing, hands out to the side like she'd had them at the restaurant, hips cocking side to side, causing the bangles hanging from her chest and belly to jingle. It was a remarkable sight, the thin little girl looking nothing like any belly dancer he'd ever seen before. But she had the moves down, that's for sure. When he took his phone out and started filming her, she was inspired, swinging her hips even more to make the bangles ring, turning to show her ass to him. Her ass, with wonderful babyfat plumpness, shook and quaked as she shifted her hips repeatedly for him, bending over in an attempt at a little girl twerk, which set the bangles ringing again.

With her back still facing him, she reached up and pulled off the top of the belly dancer outfit. But the top was tight enough on her that this couldn't be done in a fluid motion, and she had to struggle a bit to get it off--surely not her intention, but it was a nice affect, giving a distinctly amateur and inexperienced quality to her striptease. And as she pulled it over her head, it messed with her heretofore immaculately combed ponytail, freeing even more of her long bangs.

Once she'd tossed the top to the side, she completed the turn, facing Mark again. Now, at this point in a usual striptease, you'd expect the dancer to cover her breasts with an arm or her hands, to slowly reveal them to the anxious viewer. It is a striptease, after all. But not Michelle. No, not Michelle. "Tease" isn't a word that applies to Michelle. She just had her hands out to the sides in their belly dancer pose and started swinging her hips from side to side again, bangles ringing, tiny titties shimmying almost imperceptibly with her motion.

Mark stopped filming and set his phone down. "Is it okay if I jack off while I watch you?" he asked her.

Michelle just smiled in reply, chubby cheeks dimpling, then started slowly turning, swinging her hips to jangle the bells. By the time she'd completed the circle, Mark's pants were on the floor and his cock was in his hands and he was masturbating. Michelle danced a little closer to him.

Mark stared. He couldn't help but stare, and he knew Michelle well enough by now to know that she wanted him to stare. She wanted every man on Earth, and every woman for that matter, to stare at her, and to masturbate while they do it. Once again, he marveled at her beauty. Her golden hair, askew from when she took off her top, now hung in long unencumbered bangs around her face, another amateurish affect. Her eyes shown brightly, like they always do, brown with flecks of gold catching the light in the room. Her cheeks, dimpled of course--she was smiling, she's always smiling--seemed to be a darker shade of pink than usual, though certainly not because of shyness or embarrassment. It's possible that it was just the lighting in the room, but Mark suspected that those dark pink cheeks were a sign of sexual arousal. And her mouth, oh god her mouth, a woman's mouth can be an amazing sexual organ, and Michelle's mouth was the finest ever seen. Mark had spent many, many hours dreaming of fucking that beautiful mouth.

His eyes moved down from her sweet round face, to her neck, to her thin chest and her naked breasts, and while he stroked himself, he watched Michelle's adorable little baby titties give their barely-perceptible shimmy as she shook her hips from side to side. And her nipples, those delicate pink dollops of candy flesh that he'd examined so closely in her pictures, here they were, for him and only him to enjoy, standing up expressively from her little tits.

Michelle's hips stopped swaying, but only long enough for her to pull the pants down. They fell off much more easily than the top, and in a scant heartbeat, little Michelle, the eleven year old girl of Mark's deepest darkest dreams, was naked. She continued swinging her hips, although there was no jangling bangles any more, and Mark picked up his phone and started recording again. The camera inspired Michelle and she turned around again, quicker this time, eager to show her naked ass to whomever might see the video. Then she bent over, and her little hairless pussy lips puffed out between her legs.

He put the phone down again. "Michelle," he said.

She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him.

"Come here, and suck my cock."

She smiled, and turned back around and walked to him. Then she knelt and looked up at him with that fabulous smile and those sparkling eyes. She leaned down and stuck her little tiny pink tongue out, and started licking. She licked all up and down his shaft, then down to his balls, then back up his shaft to his head. Then she took him in her mouth, and raised her eyes, her magical witchy eyes, and looked up at him.

He was hooked. He was lost. He was her prisoner now, and he could tell that she knew it.

"Oh god," he moaned, his voice quavering, the moment he entered her mouth. This was truly the moment he'd been waiting for, the fulfillment of his greatest dream. He'd been looking at her mouth, day after day for months, and dreaming of having those lips around his cock. He just stared down at her as she crouched in front of him, running her tongue along the underside of his head and sucking, oh my god she sucked so good! and lightly stroking with a hand.

He reached his hands down and brushed her bangs from her face, then wrapped his fingers into her hair. "What a dirty little cocksucker," he said softly. With those words from him, she popped off his head and smiled up, then dove down to his balls. As she sucked a ball into her mouth, she raised those golden brown eyes to him. "You're a ballsucker, Michelle," he said. "A slutty little ballsucker."

She nodded in agreement, then let his ball, shining wet with spit, slip out between her lips, and moved to his other ball. When ball two slipped out, she licked, from the very base of his sack, up his cock, then licked all around his thick cockhead, and poked her tongue into his hole.

This was far more than Mark could take. With his hands still clenching to her golden locks, he pulled her head back, and faced it up at her. "Let's go to your bedroom now," he demanded.

A big smile broke across Michelle's face. She stood up, wiped some stray strands of hair from her face, and then in a moment of frustration, pulled the hair tie from her ponytail, and her hair cascaded around her face. For Mark, this was a transformative moment; Michelle changed before his eyes from a ponytail-wearing little girl into a woman--no, into a goddess. Into a fucking goddess, with long golden hair cascading over her shoulders and down almost to her breasts.

Mark stood up as well, much taller than Michelle, and wrapped his arms around her. She put her arms around him, too, and her face was in his chest. Then she looked up at him, and he leaned down, and they kissed. A long, wet kiss. And while they kissed, he slipped a hand down to her ass, gave a cheek a solid squeeze, then lifted her. She was as light as a feather in his arms, such a little thing, and he carried her up the stairs to her bedroom, kissing her the entire time.

In her room, they stood together again, and he put his hands on her breasts and squeezed, pinching her nipples between his thumb and finger. Then he turned her, so that she was facing her bed, and gave her ass a slap.

"On the bed," he ordered. "On your hands and knees."

She giggled and climbed onto the bed. The girl certainly knew what to do, and immediately dropped down to her elbows with her ass in the air. She had her legs spread slightly, revealing her little asshole and causing her pussy lips to spread just slightly to show off the pink that Mark had come to love so much.

Hardly able to contain his excitement, he clamored onto the bed behind her. He gripped his cock in a hand, gruffly grabbed one of her ass cheeks with the other, and positioned his cockhead against her slit. He could feel a magical warmth emanating from inside her as he rubbed his cockhead up and down along the inside of her lips. Michelle looked back at him, and he took a certain pride in knowing that he was making the young girl feel good by rubbing her sex with his cock.

But Michelle apparently didn't quite see it that way. "Put it in already!" she said.

Mark laughed, then gripped his cock tight, and pushed it into her. He was instantly overwhelmed with a wonderful sensation, the amazing tightness of a young girl's vagina, so small that he could hardly wedge his head into its opening, but as warm and as wet as any woman's cunt he'd ever fucked. Still gripping his cock, he pulled his hips back slightly, then pushed them forward, delving deeper. A few more pumps of his hips, and his cock was sufficiently lubricated, and soon he was balls deep with each powerful thrust of his hips, and he was was able to fuck her at will.

"Finally!" the girl said, looking back at him again. Then she sunk her face down into the bedsheets, no longer even on her elbows now, her ass in the air at the perfect height for Mark, and he grabbed her ass cheeks--god what a perfect ass!--with both hands, and slammed into her.

"You're a little bitch!" he said.

"I know!' Michelle grunted out her reply as Mark reared back and slammed into her again. "And you love it!"

If he'd been able to form the thought, Mark would have admitted that she was absolutely right. He did love that she was his little bitch. He loved everything about the girl. She was his perfect lover. He could not believe he was getting to fulfill has greatest fantasy of all, to fuck a gorgeous eleven year old girl. How had he managed to meet a girl like Michelle, with a mother like Candace? How had he stumbled into being the luckiest man on Earth?

But he wasn't thinking any of those thoughts right now. No, his brain was emptied of all activity, all thoughts and emotions, except those focused on absolute, base, carnal lust. And he was fucking little Michelle hard. As hard as he had ever fucked any woman his age. And she was just laying there taking it like a little trooper.

A man can't keep this up for long, and it's either slow down soon, or finish quicker than you want. Mark opted for the latter. It wasn't a conscious choice, he really had no say in the matter. Michelle had taken over his thoughts, her body had taken over his, and if she wanted him to cum, then cum he will.

He gripped tightly to her ass and pounded her into the bed, slamming his hips against hers over and over, his orgasm building, rising, then starting, and his legs shook as his semen held back inside him for another pounding, and another, and

Mark exploded. His cock buried inside her, his balls up against her, he unleashed his cum. Not moving after the first shot fired into her, and holding the entire weight of his body on top of her, inside her, he stayed there deep, and his cock pulsed, and he unloaded again, a long, large, utterly fulfilling explosion of cum.

He continued cumming after that, but much of the urgency was gone, though his brain was still flooding with waves, tsunamis, of the bliss of orgasm. Eventually the spasms of his cock were reduced to throbs, then to mere trembles, and he was done.

Later, days later when he remembered that night, he wondered what had overcome him. He seemed to be possessed. But he thought he understood why. What Michelle wanted most, what her body demanded from you, what her smile and her shining eyes required, was your attention. Your absolute undivided attention. And she knew that there was a moment when a girl became the center of a man's attention, when there was nothing else in the world but her.

Perhaps that was the reason she laughed that night when he came. She looked back at him as he emptied himself into her, and started laughing.

Mark couldn't remember a girl ever laughing when he came inside her, especially after the single greatest orgasm of his life. When he pulled out, she rolled over to her side, still laughing, eyes dancing.

He lay down next to her. "You're terrible, you know," he said.

"I know!"

They kissed, and kissed, and lay there kissing and exploring each other's bodies for the next ten minutes, until his angel lover climbed on top of him, and slipped his half-hard cock into her pussy, and rode him until he was full again, then rode him and rode him and rode him until he came inside her a second time.

They were both asleep under the covers in her bed when Candace quietly opened the door. Mark awoke, sat up, and mumbled a hello.

"Did you two have fun?" she asked in a whisper.

He stood. He was completely naked. At some point during the lovemaking with Michelle, he'd lost his shirt, he couldn't remember when or where. And he wasn't sure where his pants were, either. "Um, sorry," he said, looking around for his clothes.

Candace laughed, then held his pants out to him. "You left these downstairs."

"Thanks," was all he could think to say, taking the trousers from her and pulling them on. He looked around for his shirt, but it was lost for now.

"I take it that's a 'yes,'" she said. When he looked at her, confused, she added "'Yes,' you had fun."

"Oh! Yes. Yes, we had a lot of fun."

Candace was grinning. "Want a glass of wine?"

"I'd love one."

They were sitting in the kitchen, three glasses in, when the woman asked, "So, are you up for a little more fun, this time with the mom?"

"I think I could be persuaded," he said.

Candace laughed. And damned if her laugh wasn't exactly like Michelle's.

So Mark added, "Just promise me you won't laugh like that when I cum."

She have him a quizzical grin, but then seemed to guess why he made that request, and laughed again. "I promise."

She took his hand and led him to her bedroom.