She had long blonde hair brushed into bangs, a cherubic face, and a small upturned nose. Her body was slender and boyish, except for her small tits, which poked shyly out from her chest like two tiny tents. She was wearing white tennis shoes with pink ankle socks, a blue denim skirt that ended a few inches above her knees, and a thin white tanktop (and probably didn't realize that I could see just the barest hint of her nipples through the fabric). Her name was Shannon, she was eleven years old, and aside from my daughter Sara (her best friend), she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.

She'd been planning to sleep over with Sara but my daughter had gotten sick during dinner, so I was giving her an unscheduled ride home. She'd been chattering earlier about the video games she and Sara liked to play but she was silent now as I drove down Belvedere Street, her hands clasped together in her lovely lap. I was smoking a cigarette, apprehensive about what I was planning but determined to do it anyway; opportunities like this didn't come along every day.

I finished my cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray, then casually rested my hand on her leg. So soft and smooth and warm. I glanced at her as I drove, to check her reaction, but she just stared straight ahead, a placid look on her face. I moved my hand up and down her leg, caressing her from kneecap to the hem of her skirt, but for the moment didn't dare to venture any further.

I turned onto Shannon's street and drove down to the middle of the block. Her house was a single story structure with a carport on one side and a garage in the back. I noticed that there were trees and hedges and bushes all along the edges of the property, making it practically impossible for neighbors to see what might be happening beyond the carefully tended front lawn. I also noticed that there was no car in the carport or driveway, so I pulled into the carport, well out of view of any neighborhood watchers. I put the car in park and shut off the engine, then looked at Shannon, who was looking at me, just sitting there with her hands in her lap and a slightly expectant look on her face.

She was so beautiful, so beautiful. I'd never done anything unacceptable with a little girl before, and I wasn't stupid, I knew what the consequences would be if she chose to tell someone, but looking at her at that moment, so lovely and innocent, I knew that even if all I had the chance to do was touch or kiss her, I would do it. She would be worth the price.

I remembered from earlier conversations with her that no one would be home now (her mother worked until seven and her father lived in Cleveland), so I asked if I could go in and visit with her for a few minutes.

"Okay," Shannon said.

We got out of the car and walked up to a door at the side of the house. Shannon pulled a small key ring from a pocket in her skirt and unlocked the door. She led me inside, through the kitchen and into the living room. She sat in the center of the sofa, her hands in her lap again, and I sat down next to her. I tried to be casual as I put my arm around her small shoulders.

"Well, Shannon," I said, "I'm glad I got the chance to be alone with you. I like you very much."

"I like you too," Shannon replied, her birdlike voice sounding just a little nervous. She was looking up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes and I had to tell myself to go slowly, gently; she wasn't likely to cooperate if I just threw her to the floor and fell on her. I ran my fingers through her fine blonde hair and felt my cock starting to get hard. My heart was thumping in my chest.

"Shannon," I said, "would you mind if I gave you a kiss?"

Shannon swallowed but her eyes never left mine as she said, "No, I wouldn't mind."

She closed her eyes and turned her little mouth up toward me. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips, soft and brief, then drew back and looked at her.

"You're so beautiful," I said.

"Thank you." Her little voice was almost a whisper. The corners of her mouth curled up in a shy smile.

It seemed like this was going to be easier than I imagined. Time to take the big risk.

"Would you like to show me your bedroom, Shannon?"

"Okay."

We got up from the sofa and I followed her down the hallway to her bedroom. It was a standard preteen's room, with posters on the wall, stuffed animals huddled in front of the headboard on her bed, lots of clothes hanging in the closet. Shannon stood just inside the doorway, explaining to me that she'd just cleaned it up last night, before that it was a mess but her mom yelled at her to clean it so she did. As she talked I put my arms around her and kissed the back of her head. Her chattering trailed away to silence as I slowly slid my hands up the flat plane of her belly and over the small swell of her tits. I left them there, pressing gently. I could feel her little nipples in my palms. Shannon took a slow deep breath but said nothing.

This was it, this was what I'd most wanted to do, just know the sensation of holding such young tits in my hands. I could have stopped then and been satisfied, but I decided to go on, to test my own limits as well as hers. To see what else I could get away with.

I pulled her against me and kissed her cheek, then slowly turned her around. She was looking up at me with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, no doubt a mirror of the look on my own face. I put my hands under her ears and kissed her again, then whispered to her to lay down on the bed.

Without a word Shannon turned and went to her bed, laying flat on her back with her arms at her sides and her knees together and her legs hanging over the end of the bed. I got down next to her, laying close, and kissed her face and neck as I caressed her tiny tits, which in their youth were still poking straight up through her tanktop. Beneath my hand I could feel her nipples beginning to grow.

Shannon watched my hand move over her with a seemingly clinical eye and I wondered if she hadn't experienced this kind of thing before; it would explain the ease with which I had managed to get this far with her. I asked her if she would pull her shirt up for me and she responded by grasping the bottom of her tanktop and drawing it upward, sliding it up to her neck.

Her little tits were pale and perfect, her nipples a cotton candy pink. I caressed her tits, played with her nipples, making them hard. I took each one in turn and licked and sucked on them.

Shannon hadn't moved or shown any other sign of liking or disliking what I was doing. When I looked up at her face she was staring at me, so I kissed her on the lips. This made her smile a little bit. I kissed her again, then kissed my way down her neck, over her tits and down to her belly. I licked her belly button and she giggled.

I continued to kiss her and lick her as I slid my hand along the inside of her thigh and up under her skirt. I caressed her there, transfixed by the velvety texture of her skin and panties. Finally, I got to my knees, slipped both hands up her skirt and slowly pulled her panties down her legs and over her tiny feet. Once they were off I pushed her skirt up to her waist, Shannon helping me by lifting her hips. She was watching my every move with her lovely blue eyes.

"Has anyone ever done this kind of thing with you before?" I asked.

"No," Shannon replied softly. "But I've seen my mom doing things with her boyfriend."

I didn't entirely believe her; she was probably telling the truth about her mom and the boyfriend, but an eleven year old girl who's never experienced sexual invasion wouldn't be this compliant. Most likely, the boyfriend had already made her familiar with what I was doing. And, also most likely, he'd told her not to tell, which was why she wasn't telling me now. Of course, none of that really mattered to me.

"Do you want to try some of those things?"

"Okay."

I touched her knees and guided her legs apart, then gazed down at her pussy. A thin innocent crevice in smooth pink folds of flesh. Hairless, pristine and beautiful. I touched her, moving my fingers over the smooth lips. It was the most beautiful little pussy I'd ever seen. I lowered my head between her widespread legs and touched my tongue to it. I started licking her, moving my tongue up and down over her soft hairless lips, then burrowing between them. I heard Shannon respond with little murmurs and shortened breath. I pushed one finger into her, very gently, and slowly fucked her with it as I licked and sucked at her tiny clit. Shannon began moving her hips, along with the rhythm of my finger and tongue, her murmurs and sighs became louder, until finally she tensed her limbs and her lithe young body trembled with orgasm.

Afterward, she collapsed, laying still on the bed, and I rested my head on her thigh as I kissed the sweet soft candy of her little girl's pussy. I could smell a new scent in the air, the feminine musk of spent desire. I wondered if Shannon was as amazed as I was.

I sat up and took her hand, pulled her up to a sitting position, and kissed her once more. Shannon looked up at me with a mixture of wonder and gratitude. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

I got to my feet and opened the fly of my jeans, clumsily wrestled my raging hardon out into the open, then took one of her small hands and wrapped her young fingers around it. I was going to show her how to stroke it but she started doing so all on her own, giving away the fact that she was already familiar with at least some of this. I let her stroke me for a minute, then placed a hand on the back of her bright blonde head and guided her toward me. The end of my cock briefly touched her lips, then she opened her mouth and I slid it inside. She was still stroking me with her slow, steady movements. I took her other hand and guided it to my balls and she cupped them gently. I put my other hand on her head and pretty much held her in place as I moved my cock in and out of her young mouth. I alternately fondled her golden hair and caressed her small perfect tits as Shannon continued to stroke me until finally I felt the building pressure of orgasm.

I stopped moving, held her head with both hands, and Shannon stroked me until my cock erupted, spilling semen into her mouth. Shannon showed no sign of surprise, made no move to avoid taking my load, and kept her lips clamped around the end of my cock, and even though a slight grimace of distaste grew on her lovely young face, she continued to let me pump my semen into her mouth. Once I was finished she swallowed it, again with a slightly pained expression.

"Sorry," she said. "It's kind of yucky."

"I know," I said. "I'm sorry too. It's a taste you have to get used to."

Shannon swallowed again, cleared her throat, swallowed again. I suggested that she go brush her teeth and she obediently headed toward the bathroom. While she was gone I put my clothes back in order. When she returned I was sitting on the end of her bed and she sat down next to me. She kissed me quickly on the cheek.

"All clean now," she said.

"Good," I replied, and kissed her forehead. "As soon as Sara's feeling better I think you should come visit again. Spend the night. Would you like that?"

"Sure," Shannon said with a shy knowing smile. "I'd like that a lot."

I kissed her one last time then said goodbye and went out to my car. As I was driving home I kept telling myself, You did it, you got a blowjob from an eleven year old girl. And you got away with it.

I knew then why pedophiles risked everything just to get even the smallest thrill from little girls, and that from then on adult women would only pale in comparison. I even doubted that I'd ever fuck another woman again. I was hooked on the young ones now.

And as I neared my home I thought about Sara, how beautiful and young she was, and began making plans for when she felt better.