"Sentry. Firing point. Status. Over." The radio crackled.

"Firing point. Sentry. Range all clear at this time. Over" I replied.

"Firing point. Roger. Commencing Practice 1. Out"

The staccato sound of gunfire drifted up the hill on the chilly breeze, reminding me of what I was missing. I was feeling rather bored and dejected on sentry duty sheltering from the wind in a 5ft x 5ft brick hut looking dejectedly out to sea, having been given this somewhat pointless task as punishment whilst my unit mates were live firing their weapons on the range.

Okay, the task isn't really pointless. The range is situated on the coast and there is about a million to one chance that a stray round could miss the huge sand bank behind the butts and land somewhere offshore, possibly hitting someone in a passing pleasure boat. More likely it would hit an idiot hiker who has ignored the red flags and warning notices thinking there is a coastal path where none exists. My job was to keep an eye on the danger area with a pair of binoculars then blow a whistle and shout a warning to anyone stupid enough to wander into the range and look out for boats coming too close to the shoreline.

It had been a very uneventful duty so far. The blustery chill wind was keeping both hikers and boaters at home today. There was only me on top of this godforsaken lonely hill. Another fine day in the Corps!

The regular pop of firing slowly died away and only the sound of the wind whipping the lanyard against the flagpole with a rhythmic metallic clang could be heard. I was watching a large freighter chugging slowly past too far offshore to be in any danger and trying to keep my eyes open.

"Sentry. Firing point. Status. Over." The radio crackled.

"Firing point. Sentry. Range all clear at this time. Over" The call had surprised me and it was a couple of seconds before I replied

"I hope you're not falling asleep up there Whitman! Over."

"Sir. No sir! Over"

"Glad to hear that boy... make sure it stays that way! Commencing Practice 2. Out"

The pop of firing started up again and I raised the binoculars to look at the passing freighter. She looked like a general cargo vessel but she was too far out to make out the name painted on the bow. I could see a couple of the crew moving about the deck like tiny stick figures...

"Hi ya!"

The high pitch voice to my right made me jump! "Whoa there! Where the hell did you come from?"

"Over there." my new companion was a young girl about 11 or 12 years old with scruffy windblown shoulder length hair. She was pointing to a huddle of farm buildings about half a mile away. She was wearing a blue anorak and black jogging pants with Nike sneakers and sat astride a mud splattered mountain bike.

"Well, you can't come up here" I said, "there's live firing going on!"

"I know silly, I live here" she laughed. "It's safe as long as I don't go past those posts" she pointed to the red and white painted markers indicating the edge of the danger area. "My folks farm all this land when you're not here shooting and I go all over looking for hand grenades and rockets you leave behind."

"Yeah?" I was sceptical. As far as I knew the only live firing here was with small arms, not explosive munitions.

"Yeah, wanna see?" she got off the bike and wheeled it over to the sentry hut. Opening a saddle bag she proudly displayed around a hundred or so blank round empty cases, 2 spent smoke grenade canisters and a parachute illumination flare complete with its little silk parachute. "I got loads more stuff hidden in the barn back home" she smiled.

"Awesome!" I was impressed. The danger area was used for exercises when the range wasn't being used. We'd practice patrolling and contact drills using using all this stuff. The area was routinely swept to collect all the spent munitions after each exercise but inevitably we'd miss some. Seems this kid had a talent for finding the kit we missed. We discussed the munitions for a while and I explained what they were for. She was really quite a chatty kid, I guess because she lived out here in the sticks with no other kids her age. She must feel quite lonely and had turned into a bit of a tomboy.

The radio crackled to life, I confirmed clear range and the next practice started.

"What's your name?" the kid asked.

"I'm Mike" I smiled "what's yours?"

"Kimberly Weston but everyone calls me Kim."

"Well Kim, want a drink and some chocolate?"

"Cool!" she squeezed into the shelter and sat on the wood bench next to me and chatted on about her life on the farm and her school whilst munching her way through my meagre supply of stickies. She then moved on to my life, quizzing me about the army and the town I come from. "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"Well, sort of," I shrugged "There is a girl I see sometimes when I'm home on leave. Nothing serious though."

"Do you fuck her?"

That shocked me! "What sort of a question is that?" I gasped.

"Just a question," she giggled "well do you?"

"Er... yeah, I do" I felt rather self conscious talking about this to a kid.

"What's fucking like?"

"Whoa Kim," I gasped "aren't you a bit young to be asking about this stuff?"

"Am not!" she protested loudly "I'm 11 and three quarters and my boobies are growing now... wanna see." Kim jumped up and unzipped her anorak. I figured she would proudly display a couple of bumps under her clothing but before I could object she'd lifted the hem of her t-shirt and revealed her bra less chest. She had a nice pair of cone shaped protrusions pushing up under her puffy little nipples.

"Very nice" I conceded. I was definitely feeling uncomfortable now! A feeling not helped by my cock starting to swell!

"They're real, you can touch them if you want" she said matter of factly.

"Its okay, I can see they're real" I said, but she pulled my hand on to her chest anyway. An action that left me a little short of breath! Her little titties felt surprisingly firm under the softest skin I have ever experienced and my cock grew harder along with her little nipples. "Okay, I reckon you're starting to grow up now." I conceded with a gruff voice.

"Right," she said as she rearranged her clothing and sat back down "so what's fucking like?"

"Well... er... its sort of really nice... you do know how to, er... how its done?" I said lamely.

"Yeah of course I do, I'm grown up remember!" she huffed "but what's it like?"

"Its like... well, do you play with your pussy?" I couldn't believe I'd just asked that of an 11 year old kid and my face turned very red!

Kim was quiet for a couple of seconds. I figured she'd just realised this chat between strangers was getting rather personal but her reply, when it came, was totally unselfconsciously open. "Yeah... pretty much every day" she admitted. "So its like the tingly feeling I get in my pussy?"

"Yeah, like that but much better... do you, er... push your fingers in when you do it."

"Sometimes," she admitted "and my hairbrush handle once but that wasn't so nice."

"Okay well fucking feels a bit like pushing a couple of fingers in." I said "The hairbrush handle would be too stiff for comfort I guess." Jesus! I couldn't believe I was giving sex advice to a child!

"Hey, you wanna see my pussy?"

"No... no! Its fine." I objected but Kim ignored my protest, jumped up and pulled her jogging pants and knickers down to her knees then lifted her anorak and shirt above her belly button!

"What d'ya think Mike?" she asked pushing her hips forward.

"Very nice," I said "very... grown up." Her pussy was anything but! She presented her plump hairless pudenda, pulling her puffy outer lips open to reveal a tiny clitoral hood above her small moist cunt hole.

"Sentry. Firing Point. You still awake Whitman? Over."

I grabbed the radio and quickly scanned the danger area. "Sir, still here sir and all clear at this time. Over" Kim was busy pushing a finger into her vagina with a look of concentration on her face.

"Glad to here that boy. Commencing practice 4. Out."

My cock was now rock hard and throbbing at the lewd display from this kid! I couldn't understand why a child would be so sexually arousing to me? I'm no pedo!

"Put your finger in" Kim said shuffling closer to me.

"I shouldn't," I replied "it wouldn't be right."

"Go on" she insisted. "Your finger is bigger than mine. I want to feel what fucking is like."

My stomach churned with anxiety as I realised the last threads of decency and responsibility had already broken back when I touched her titties! I had no will power left to stop myself from taking advantage of this situation. As I reached across to rub my index finger gently along her preteen crack my mind was furiously planning how this could play out to my advantage.

At first I concentrated on stimulating her immature clit. The tiny sensitive nub felt very erect to my probing finger. Kim closed her eyes and sighed. She leaned forward placing her hands on my shoulders for support as she pushed her hips forward, surrendering herself to the sensations I was generating. I waited until I felt she had reached the point she wouldn't want to stop before attempting to penetrate her cunt. I eased my finger into her virgin hole and felt the slick moisture of her excitement lubricating the way. With a gentle probing motion I slowly eased my finger into her tight pussy until the first knuckle entered her. Then I withdrew before pushing in again, this time up to the middle knuckle.

Kim's eye's opened and she gasped at the unfamiliar intrusion. She looked down at what I was doing to her and I felt her hands tighten on my shoulders. I began a slow fucking motion moving my finger in and out of her tight cunt between the first 2 knuckles whilst rubbing her clit with my thumb. I felt Kim relax again and push her hips forward. She was grinding her pussy onto my finger, obviously enjoying the new experience. I slowly increased the pace and depth my finger was pushing in until I was knuckle deep in preteen pussy flesh.

Suddenly Kim let out a mewing sound and I felt her shudder and stiffen. I reached around to support her bare ass then lift her up to sit on my lap as her legs went weak so she lay back against my chest panting. I gradually eased my finger from her wet cunt but continued to stroke her bare slit.

"How did that feel Kim?" I whispered in her ear.

She nodded tiredly and groaned a single word, "good."

"That's about as close as you'll get to knowing what fucking feels like without actually having a cock in your pussy." She giggled and her face went red. "Have you ever seen a cock?" I asked.

"That's a naughty word." she giggled again "I call them willys and I did see one when a boy at school showed me his last year."

I laughed at the irony of a kid who used the 'F' word freely but thought the word 'cock' was naughty! "What did he look like?" I asked

Kim held her hand up with one finger curled into a hook shape. "Like my finger but all floppy looking."

"That's what they look like normally but they have to grow bigger and stiffer before you can fuck." Kim looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Would you like to see my willy?" I asked.

Her eyes went wide. "Can I?" she asked excitedly.

I slipped her off my lap and she stood expectantly in front of me as I unbuckled by BDU pants and dropped them to my knees. My cock had softened a little and it flopped onto my thigh as I sat back down onto the wood bench. Kim stood staring wide eyed at my equipment. "What do you think?" I asked.

"Its big!" she stated.

I thought that was nice of her to say so but in truth I'm Mr average in that department, about 3 inches unstimulated and a pretty standard 6 inches ready to fuck. She only had a year old memory of a kid's cock to compare me too though. Right at that moment mine was a little over 4 inches and slightly tumescent. "You can touch it if you want." I encouraged.

Kim moved her hand forward but then paused, a flash of anxiety crossed her pretty face. I took her hand pulling it onto my cock. She didn't resist. "Awesome!" she gasped as her fingers gently prodded my fleshy rod, "Its kinda soft and squidgy."

"Wrap your fingers around it." I prompted and she did.

"I can feel something hard inside, is there a bone in it?"

"No Kim," I laughed "no bones, just a big muscle that gets harder and longer when you rub it."

"Really?" she looked sceptical.

"Really." I confirmed "Go on, rub your fingers up and down and you'll see." She started lightly stroking me and I told her to squeeze it a little tighter.

"Oh wow! That's weird, the skin's all loose." she smiled.

I could feel my cock starting to swell again. "That's good Kim, you're making it get bigger now."

"Oh yeah!" she laughed "That's so cool!"

It only took a couple of minutes for my cock to become fully erect. The head was emerging from my uncircumcised foreskin on each down stroke and a lot of clear oily liquid was oozing out. What a tremendous feeling it was to be jacked off by a small 11 year old's hand. I was in heaven! "Oh Kim," I sighed "you're so good at this. Wont be long before you'll see me cum."

"Come where?" she asked.

"Cum is what it's called when you have an orgasm." I explained. "That really nice throbbing feeling you had just now was you cumming."

"Is it the same for boys then?"

"Yep, exactly the same feeling but boys squirt some gooey white stuff when it happens." She looked closer at my throbbing cock with a puzzled expression on her face. "Keep rubbing... its going to happen pretty soon now." Just then the radio crackled into life interrupting us and frightening Kim into letting go of my cock.

"Sentry. Firing point. Over."

"Sentry. Go ahead sir. Over." I said impatiently.

"Boredom getting to you is it Whitman? Over."

"No sir!" I said trying to sound as bored as possible. "Over." I pulled Kim's hand back onto my throbbing shaft encouraging her to continue pumping and she giggled mischievously.

"How's it lookin' Whitman? Over."

I had a quick scan of the area and spotted a yacht close to the limit. "Just a boat passing by offshore sir. Over."

"Anything I need to worry about? Over."

"No sir, it looks like it'll come close to the limit but I don't think its going to cross the line. Over." I lied! It was definitely going to cut the corner but I didn't want to risk having him come up to look for himself as yachts move quite slowly and could be in the area for some time.

"Roger that Whitman. Keep an eye on it and let me know immediately of any change. Out."

Comms dealt with I settled back to enjoy the excellent hand job Kim was giving me. I sat her next to me on the bench with my arm around her waist and my hand tucked between her thin thighs so I could finger her pussy again. With a little direction from me on grip and speed she was doing a grand job of milking me. I could feel the sap rising and knew I was ready to blow!

Kim seemed to be getting a kick from it too because I could feel her thigh muscles clenching on my probing fingers and she'd cuddled up close to me though that could just have been because of the chill breeze whipping around our bare asses!

"Oh god, Kim!" I gasped "I'm nearly there... rub me faster now." Suddenly my cock was throbbing painfully and a rope of cum shot up a good 3 to 4 inches before falling back onto my bare thigh. "No... no... don't stop!" I gasped. Kim had instinctively let go of my cock but I guessed she would and quickly held her little sweaty hand to my throbbing shaft as more gobs of cum flooded out to cover both our fingers and her dainty wrist.

"Ugh... that's gross!" Kim held her hand up to examine the slimy white mess. I rummaged in my daysack for a travel pack of tissues and used half of them to clean up the mess. "Does that happen every time?" she asked.

"Yep, sure does." I confirmed.

"Ugh, I'm glad that doesn't happen to girls!"

"Well, girls do get very wet but it's not as messy as us guys." I wiped my finger up her pussy crack and showed her how wet she was. "Would you like me to make you cum again, to give you another orgasm?" I asked as I slipped my finger back in her crack and stroked her clit. Kim shrugged and her face went red but she opened her legs and pushed her hips forward which I took to mean yes. "I'm going to do something you'll find pretty strange at first," I said as I slipped off the bench and knelt at her feet "but I think you're going to really like how good it feels."

Kim looked puzzled as I pulled her pants and knickers further down to her ankles then eased her knees wide apart exposing her glistening wet pudenda to my hungry gaze. She laughed out loud as I leaned in and kissed her bald preteen pussy. "You're mad!" she exclaimed. I ran my tongue up and down her crack from her tiny clit down to her virgin cunt hole and felt her butt wriggle on the seat. "Fuck... that's just weird!" she exclaimed.

"Oh yeah... you want me to stop then?" I replied.

"Ah... no, you can keep doing that." she smiled. I kept doing it, twirling my tongue over her clitty then curling it into a tight tube and pushing it into her tight cunt. Kim laid back in the shelter with her eyes closed and sighed contentedly.

I could definitely feel her building up to an orgasm as I concentrated on sucking her little pleasure nub. I then inserted my middle finger up her cunt and curled it forward looking for her G-spot. I found the tiny patch of ribbed tissue no bigger than the pad of my finger and gave it a firm massage. Kim gasped and I felt her muscles twitching. She wriggled her ass on the bench as she got closer and closer to her cum.

Suddenly she let out a high pitched squeal and her ass lifted off the bench. Her hands grabbed my hair as she pulled my face onto her throbbing pussy. I rode out her orgasm with my mouth sucking hard on her clit and my finger rapidly fucking her pulsing cunt.

My cock was rock hard and throbbing and I really wanted to fuck this 11 year old kid. As Kim's orgasm started to fade and she settled back, panting, onto the bench, I lifted her up and sat on the bench with her on may lap leaning back against me. She was light and floppy like a rag doll! My stiff cock poked up between her open thighs and rested on her wet slit. I almost came from that light contact with her little girl sex!

Grabbing her round the waist with one arm I lifted her up and positioned my cock head between her pussy lips. I eased her body down whilst pushing up with my hips. I felt my cock pushing at the entrance to little girl heaven then felt the heat of her vagina spread slowly down my shaft as I gently invaded her cunt hole.

Kim gasped and looked down between he legs as my cock sank a good 4 inches inside her. God she was tight! I pulled her anorak aside and lifted her t-shirt right up under her chin, partly so I could grope her little titties which I certainly did with both hands but also so I could lift her up and down on my cock as I fucked her.

In the distance I could see the yacht was now directly in front of the sentry post and definitely 200 yards inside the danger area. The windcheater clad sailors aboard her were clearly visible and I wondered what they'd make of the sight of a nearly naked young girl sat on the lap of a soldier, a stiff cock sliding in and out of her bald preteen pussy and large hands caressing her tiny breasts! I should definitely be calling a halt to the firing but there was no way I was going to stop fucking this child now.

Once again I felt the pressure of my cum building at the base of my throbbing shaft. Then all of a sudden my cock exploded with the most intense orgasm I can remember and my man seed erupted into Kim's tight cunt. The whole sensation seemed to last for ever as I kept fucking the child. My cum oozed from her her abused pussy and ran freely down my pounding shaft until eventually I felt my exhausted cock turning soft. Still I continued fucking her, not wanting this wonderful and no doubt one off experience to end until finally with a groan of disappointment, I slipped from her tight vagina.

We both sat totally knackered for a few minutes watching the yacht slowly sail out of the danger area as my cum dribbled from Kim's cunt onto my now floppy cock. I heard the volleys of live firing die back to nothing leaving just the sigh of the wind and the infernal clanking of the red flag's lanyard against the flagpole.

"Sentry. Firing point. Over."

"Sentry receiving." I replied.

"That's it for now Whitman. Lunch break. Range wardens on his way to pick you up and drop Bronson off for the afternoon shift. Over."

"Roger that sir, thank you. I'll be waiting. Out." After one last caress of Kim's tiny tits I tugged her t-shirt down and lifted her off my lap. "Better get decent kiddo, company's coming." I used the last of the tissues to clean us up before we rearranged our clothing.

By the time we could hear the range warden's quad bike labouring up the hill, Kim was on her mountain bike. "See ya Mike!" she waved.

"Hey thanks for a great time Kim... hope you enjoyed it?"

"Yep, sure did." She yelled back as she rode off. The sight of her back being swallowed by the foliage of a nearby copse as the warden's quad roared up was the last time I ever saw her.

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This is a stand alone tale and I have no plans to write a sequel. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for taking the time to read it.