"Uncle Paul", I heard my next door neighbours daughter shout through my letterbox as I was watching the TV in my lounge.

"Just a second hunny" I called out.

As I got to the door I could hear her mother Christine, telling her, in tones that expressed her exasperation, to calm down and stop bouncing about, I could also see through the frosted glass of my front door that Jenny, her 11 year old daughter wasn't taking the slightest bit of notice of her. I opened the door and nearly got bowled over by the onrushing ball of fun, that was Jenny.

"Aunty Sally has had her baby" she blurted out before I could protect myself from her onslaught. "She's had a little girl" she continued.

Christine managed to pull her away from me and said, "I'm sorry Paul, she's so excited about the baby there was no holding her back". I laughed and pretended that Jenny had hurt my legs when she ran into them.

"Aren't you supposed to have dangerous animals on a leash when you take them out?" I joked, and Jenny offered me a scornful pouting "Humph" for my cheek.

Christine and I had been fuck buddies for about 6 months now, no ties, no real commitments, just very good sex when either of us wanted or needed it.

I was single, and had no skeletons lurking in the cupboard and Christine had divorced her husband when she came home from work one day to discover that he was a closet tranny. She walked into their bedroom to find him frantically trying to remove her suspenders and stockings. He broke down and admitted that he had been dressing in her clothes since shortly after Jenny had been born, she went to her solicitors the following day.

"I really need a favour Paul" she said, "I've got to go up to Coventry to look after Sally, her husband is fucking useless, Hannah and Charley will probably die of starvation if I don't get up there to feed them, the poor little mites."

"Tom can hardly look after himself never mind 3 year old twins, and I know Sally will rush to get out of hospital just so she can look after all of them, and she'll make herself ill."

"Ok", I said, what's the favour?"

"Jenny is in the middle of her SAT"s and I really don't want her to miss any school at the moment. Would you mind looking after her?" She said, then quickly added, "it's only until the weekend, its half term next week so I can collect her Friday night and take her back up."

Even without the pleading look on her face and the desperate tone to her voice, I would have said yes. Jenny was no trouble and we got on really well. I work from home running my own web design company, so there would be no need to disrupt my schedule and Jenny walked the half mile to and from school when it wasn't chucking it down with rain.

"Of course I will hun," I said. "I might even be able to get her house trained by the time you pick her up again," I added, earning another scowl from the preteen.

"I've packed a bag for her," she then looked at me sheepishly, "I knew I would be able to rely on you to have her for me," she added.

I feigned shock and said, "am I that easy to read?"

"Paul, you are one of the nicest men I have ever met, and I knew you would help," she smiled, and gave me a hug. I went to give her a kiss on the cheek, but at the last second she turned her head and kissed me full on the lips, I started to pull away after a second or two, for proprieties sake, but Christine put a hand on the back of my head and held the kiss, even opening her mouth and using her tongue. When we broke apart I noticed the wide eyed, astonished look on Jenny's beautiful, and now scarlet face. Although Christine and I had been seeing each other, on and off, for 6 months or so, we had been very discreet about it. I had never stayed overnight and neither had she, all Jenny had known was that we were friends, and sometimes went out to the cinema or to a pub together, so the very obvious show of affection was a complete shock to her.

"Close your mouth, you'll start catching flies in a minute," I said with a laugh, she snapped her jaws closed but her eyes were still as wide open as she could get them. Christine bent to say goodbye to her daughter and had to grab her head and turn it so she could kiss her on the cheek. "Be good and I'll see you on Friday, I'll phone you tomorrow to find out how you get on with the tests."

"Love you loads darling, do as Uncle Paul says and don't try using your charms to get out of helping with the washing up," she said as she started back down my pathway.

"Thanks so much Paul, I owe you big time, I don't know how I can repay you," she added with a mischievous grin which, I noticed, wasn't missed by Jenny.

"Have you eaten hunny?" I asked as we walked back into the lounge.

"Yes thanks Uncle Paul, mum cooked pizza." Her amazement at the kiss seemed to disappear by the action of her speaking.

"Being as you are going to be here for a few days, let's just make it Paul shall we, uncle makes me sound so old," I said.

"You are old" said Jenny, then screamed as I made a grab to tickle her for her cheek.

"Not too old to catch and tickle you until you apologise for that comment young lady." I grabbed her round her slim stomach and started to tickle her under her arms. She was wearing a sleeveless vest; her breasts had started to develop but were still small enough so she didn't need a bra. My hand went straight to the bare flesh under her arm and as she shrieked and wriggled it inadvertently moved and flicked across her right nipple. I heard her gasp and thought I'd hurt her so I immediately stopped tickling and said, "Sorry, are you ok? I didn't mean to do that, did I hurt you?"

She didn't answer straight away and I was scared that she thought I had done it deliberately, and that I was just a pervy old man.

Eventually she said "no it didn't hurt at all."

"It... it felt kind of funny, strange, it felt quite nice really, what did you do?"

My internal alarm bells started ringing, I knew that her body was changing; Christine had told me one night when we were out that Jenny had started her periods and she'd had to sit her down and do the sex talk thing. Not that she thought her daughter was likely to be playing those sorts of games. Jenny was very bright academically, but quite naïve in many other ways, and Christine didn't think that she had started any sort of sexual experimentation yet, not even playing with her own body.

I had never had any sexual feelings towards children before, so I was shocked that my cock had started to stir in my trousers when Jenny had said it felt nice. I wanted to draw a line under this and just move on, I really didn't want to get into a conversation with an eleven year old child about erogenous zones.

"I don't know really," I lied. "I heard you gasp and thought I'd hurt you, so I stopped tickling you."

"You didn't hurt me," she repeated, "you just caught me right here" she pointed to her right breast right where I could see the outline of her now prominent 2p sized nipple.

"Oh well if I didn't hurt you, there's no harm done, do you want a drink of anything?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"Um, yes please, have you got any lemonade?"

"I have indeed," I said, pleased that I had been able to distract her. I went into the kitchen to get the drink, as I returned to the lounge Jenny was sitting on my sofa rubbing her nipple through her vest top. She had a strange, almost dreamy look on her face, and didn't notice that I had come back into the room.

"Here you are," I said louder than was necessary, my cock had started to stir again and I felt very uncomfortable about it.

I had expected Jenny to stop what she was doing and try to hide her embarrassment, but instead she looked up at me with stunning bright blue eyes and smiled. "This feels really nice Paul, I'm getting a funny feeling in my stomach, why is that?"

Shit, shit, shit, shit, I thought. How am I going to deal with this? I had no experience with children, especially horny 11 year old "girl" children; I went blank, totally blank. It was like my brain had said, "whoa, I never signed up for this, you're on your own pal," then scuttled out of the back of my head and went to the pub to get pissed.

I had to say something, my silence was getting awkward. Jenny was still rubbing her nipple, completely unaware of the affect it was having on "Percy" who was now very aroused in my boxers.

"It feels nice because you are touching a part of your body that is very sensitive." I said, trying to think of a way I could get out of this with my integrity intact, and Jenny's curiosity satisfied.

I knew I was in serious danger of getting caught up in something that not only would I never have considered before, but that I would have been appalled about if I had read about it in the papers.

"It's part of growing up sweetheart, as you reach puberty your body changes," I knew Christine had covered this in her chat with her daughter. "Nature makes sure that when you are old enough, your body is ready to make babies," I added.

"But why do my nipples feel so hard now?"

I almost cried, what have I done to deserve this I asked silently, of no one in particular.

I realised that Jenny wasn't going to be satisfied until she knew much more than her mother had told her, and I cursed Christine for not telling her daughter about everything Jenny was now asking me, a 32 year old confirmed bachelor.

"I really don't think this is a conversation you should be having with me Jen, your mum will be able to tell you much better than I can, I've never had any children, and in case you hadn't noticed I'm a man," I said, finally getting my brain to sober up and take its responsibilities seriously.

Jenny, if not completely satisfied with my answer, seemed to accept my reasoning and stopped asking questions.

It was nearly 8 o'clock so I said "you need to get in the bath then to bed, I'll go make up the bed in my spare room for you while you're bathing."

"Ok Unc... sorry, Paul." She said correcting herself. She got off the sofa and I could see that her nipples had gone back down to their normal size. She picked up the bag that her mother had packed for her and started up the stairs.

I have a large two bedroomed house with an open plan living area, a good sized modern kitchen and a utility and laundry room. Upstairs was a very spacious bathroom with a power shower and a bath big enough for two adults to luxuriate in comfortably, the main bedroom also had an en suite shower room and toilet. The room that Jenny was going to be sleeping in was large enough for a double bed and a walk-in wardrobe which I used to store my collection of suits in.

I went to my airing cupboard and selected some sheets and pillow cases for Jenny's bed. There was a duvet and pillows in the walk-in which I quickly placed in their covers and was just finishing smoothing the duvet down when Jenny walked into the room.

She was completely naked, apart from a towel wrapped around her head covering her long blonde hair. I couldn't help myself; I just stared at her beautiful body. She was totally oblivious to the anguish she was causing me. She stood in front of me and removed the towel, either she didn't notice me looking at her or she didn't care. She was about 4"10" tall, and once released from the towel, her hair fell down to reach the top of her perfectly formed buttocks. Her legs were long and slender, and at the junction of her thighs, was the merest hint of downy, very fair hair. Her stomach was flat with just a hint of abdominal muscle, and her breasts were about the size of half a tennis ball. She was a beauty, no doubt about it. My cock was becoming very uncomfortable straining inside my boxers, and I had to turn to hide the efforts I was making to get it into a more comfortable and less obvious position.

"Will you brush my hair for me please Unc... Paul," she asked.

I was confused, if someone had told me that I would react this way to a naked 11 year old child, I would have hit them, several times, until they realised their mistake. I have always found paedophilia abhorrent, it disgusted me to think that anyone could get sexual pleasure from looking at, or touching children, it was the one argument that I could agree with for bringing back capital punishment. Yet here I was trying to hide my erection from an 11 year old girl, so innocent and naive that she didn't realise what she was doing to me. I could feel my resolve melting away, and it disgusted me, but still I stared, and still my cock grew.

"PAUL", Jenny said loudly.

"Eh" I said jerking out of my reverie.

"Will you brush my hair please", she repeated.

I should have said, "I've got to go to the loo, get your night clothes on and I'll do it when I get back". But I didn't.

"Of course I will darling," I said weakly, "did you bring your hairbrush with you"?

"Erm, it's in my bag I think".

She got up to get the brush, and once again my cock jumped. The bag was on the floor, instead of picking it up and putting on the bed to rifle through it for the brush, she bent with her back towards me, her legs straight and slightly apart and her perfect bottom no more than 18 inches away from my nose.

I groaned, I couldn't help it. I could see her pussy in all its wonderful, preteen glory; she was so close I could see that her downy hair was growing either side of her labia, and almost down to the beautiful rosebud of her anus. I had never felt so aroused in my life, this little girl was bringing out feelings that I never knew I had, I never knew I could have, and she was doing it in complete and innocent ignorance. My life changed at that instant and I knew I would never be the same again.

She handed me the brush noticing the expression on my face, seemingly for the first time.

"What's the matter Paul?" she asked, a frown forming on her perfect face.

In the seconds it had taken her to bend and retrieve her hairbrush, I had made a decision; I was going to seduce and fuck this adorable preteen beauty, and bollocks to the consequence. My face was clearly giving away my feelings of lust, and anticipation. I was not going to hide those feelings any longer, I was going to be honest with Jenny and tell her exactly what was "wrong".

"Nothing darling, absolutely nothing," I said. "Everything is wonderful."

She gave me a strange, quizzical look which said, "what does he mean, why is he looking at me like that?"

If she started to feel self-conscious about her nakedness, she didn't show it. She turned her back on me again and knelt on the floor between my feet so I could begin brushing her hair.

"You have gorgeous hair sweetheart," I said as I allowed her tresses to fall through my fingers. "In fact you have gorgeous everything," I added my voice croaky, I was finding it very difficult to breathe properly, and my voice was catching as I spoke.

She turned her head and gave me the most beautiful smile I had ever seen, "thanks Paul", she said, and I swear she winked at me.

I started to brush, and it suddenly occurred to me that I had been duped, that rather than me preying on an innocent preteen virgin, I had in fact been the prey. That smile, the wink, I'm sure I hadn't imagined it, the questions, even the fact that she had moved in such a way as to force my hand to her nipple when I had tickled her. I was being played with by an 11 year old girl I realised. I also knew that I was going to make sure I enjoyed every second of it.

I reached round the side of Jenny's neck to gather the loose hair that had fallen down the front of her body; long strands were covering her left breast. I deliberately dragged the hair so it brushed her nipple as I pulled it over her shoulder so I could brush it properly. Jenny's breathing began to get slightly heavier and her head tipped backwards so I could see that her eyes were closed and her tongue was urgently flicking across her full lips. I thought, this is it, in for a penny, in for a pound, and bent my head down so I could kiss her. The second our lips met I felt Jenny stiffen, and I thought; OH SHIT! She's going to scream, I'm going to prison, her mum will hate me for ever, you fucking idiot, what have you done.

In the second it had taken for those thoughts to go through my head, Jenny had parted her lips slightly and I felt her tongue searching for mine. We kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity, but was in fact only about 20 seconds. As I pulled away and straightened up, I saw that Jenny still had her eyes closed, and there was a serene, dreamy smile on her face.

I stood up then bent to help Jenny to her feet. Without saying a word I put one arm around her shoulders and the other behind her knees and lifted her off the ground. She snuggled her head into my chest and reached a hand up to stroke my face.

The next hour was spent on my king sized bed, I explored every inch of her perfect body, first with my hands, then with my tongue.

She confessed that she had indeed set out to seduce me. Since the talk she'd had with her mother, she had become more and more curious about sex. She had started to touch herself and although it felt really nice, it didn't match the sort of feelings she had begun reading about on the internet. Then one night she had started to imagine herself with me while she was masturbating. Almost immediately she had the most intense orgasm she'd had so far. Since then she has been trying to figure out a way to make it happen for real.

I couldn't believe my good fortune, here I was, lying next to a naked, beautiful, and very willing 11 year old girl, who was telling me how much she wanted me to touch her again, lick her again, and almost begging me to take her cherry.

"Mmmmm," she purred.

"Do you like that then?" I said, brushing my hands very lightly over her budding breasts.

"Mmmmm," she said again.

I laughed and leaned over her to take one of her nipples into my mouth. I flicked my tongue over first one, then the other nipple, whilst my hand crept down to the little piece of heaven between her legs. My finger was gently rubbing her outer labia, and I began parting her lips so I could feel her heat and wetness beyond.

She had started to breathe very erratically again, and she began to push her pudenda up to meet my probing finger. I moved my finger up to her clit and started to circle it slowly but firmly. The effect was immediate, Jenny began to jerk her hips, her breathing was now very harsh, and there was an almost animal sound forming in her throat, getting loader and more urgent as I continued to bring her off with my finger.

Suddenly she started to scream, fortunately she screamed so forcefully that it reached a pitch that the neighbourhood dogs would never be able to get out of their heads, but my closest neighbours wouldn't be able to hear. She became as stiff as a board, stayed like that for a full minute as I gently eased my efforts on her clit to let her orgasm come to an end.

My hand and bed sheets were drenched with her love juice, I raised my hand to my mouth and began to lick her wonderful nectar from my fingers, she saw what I was doing and reached for my hand herself. Pulling it towards her she first sniffed then poked her tongue out to taste her own juices. After her initial caution, she greedily licked and sucked my hand clean.

I was still dressed, having been so eager to touch and taste Jenny's lovely pussy; I hadn't bothered to remove any of my clothes. Now as Jenny recovered from her third massive orgasm, I removed my shirt and trousers. Standing now in only my boxer shorts, I never wear socks unless I'm going out somewhere really posh, I realised how ridiculous I looked with my erect cock tenting the front of them. I was about to remove them when Jenny stopped me.

"Can I do that please Paul?" she asked.

"Oh yes, please do," I replied, not believing my good fortune.

She moved so she was sitting on the side of the bed with her feet hanging down. I moved towards her and she opened her legs so I could stand between them. Putting her thumbs into the waistband on either side of my hips, she slowly started dragging my underwear towards the floor.

My cock sprang out and slapped against my stomach as the pants reached the middle of my thighs. A long strand of pre cum was flicked into the air and landed on Jenny's cheek, I reached a finger out to scoop it up then I moved my finger towards Jenny's mouth. A little hesitantly she stuck out her tongue and licked just a little bit into her mouth. She tasted me and must have decided that she liked the taste, because she licked the rest from my finger.

Stepping out of my boxers I took Jenny's hand and placed it on my cock. She looked up at me and said the three words that every man wants to hear, "It's so big".

In truth it was about average length, 6.5 inches, and maybe a bit thicker than average, but I wasn't about to dissolution the poor girl.

"Why is it so hard Paul?" she asked innocently.

"You have made it like that darling," I replied. Just looking at your beautiful body, and touching you, making you cum. It has made me so horny, my cock has never felt like this before.

"You said a naughty word Paul, you said cock," she said with a serious expression on her face.

"So have you now," I pointed out with a smile.

She giggled, an absolutely wonderful sound, "only to tell you what you said," she said, still giggling.

All the time we were talking she hadn't let go of my cock, I moved her hand, showing her how to masturbate me. "Slowly move your hand up and down like this." I said, "That's it, right up to the top, then back down."

"Don't grip too hard darling, you'll hurt it."

"Sorry", she said, relaxing her grip a little.

"Did you like the taste of my pre cum?" I asked

"What's pre cum?" she said puzzled.

"It's what's coming out of the end of my cock, it helps to lubricate things when I have sex with a woman," I said.

"Try it, a lot of women like the taste, it's like when I licked you, I love the taste of your pussy".

She wasn't sure, I could see that she was debating with herself whether to try it or not.

I said "Most men love being sucked, it feels so good, and all the women I have known love to suck cock. If you don't like the taste we can stop, and you can go clean your teeth."

That seemed to do the trick, she slowly leaned forward and stuck out her little, pink tongue. I pulled back the foreskin on my uncircumcised cock and she licked my bulbous purple head. The instant her tongue touched me I shivered with excitement. She stopped and asked what she had done wrong.

"Nothing sweetheart, you are doing everything exactly right," I said.

"That's it, lick all around it".

"Oh God, that feels wonderful, keep doing that". She was licking the bottom of my bell end, where it joins the shaft, and her nose was rubbing against my japs eye.

"Now suck it hunny, that's it, take as much into your mouth as you can," I said. I could feel my orgasm approaching so I said. "You are going to make me cum Jen, when I do, just try to swallow as much as you can ok".

Her eyes looked up at me and she smiled and nodded, that was enough to send me over the edge.

"ARRRRGH", I shouted, "here it comes". Jenny gagged as the first spurt hit the back of her throat, but she kept sucking bless her, five enormous spurts later and my sperm was spraying out of the corners of her mouth as she tried gallantly to keep swallowing. By the time my cock had stopped erupting, she was covered. It was all over her lips, cheeks and chin, and had dribbled down between her breasts and had pooled in her belly button.

I was still trying to get my breath back, my legs felt like I had just run a marathon with Dawn French on my back, my ears were pounding and I was breathing in gasps. I couldn't remember ever having such an intense orgasm before in my life, it was like every cum I had previously had, had been for practice, and this one was the real thing.

Jenny was using her fingers to collect all the sperm that had escaped her greedy mouth, then putting her fingers into her mouth, she licked and sucked them clean.

I went into my en suite and put the shower on, came back into the bedroom, picked Jenny up and carried her into the shower booth with me.

We made each other cum once more each while washing, then I carried her, clean and fresh into the spare room.

As I lay her on the bed she said "Thanks Paul, that was lovely, can we do it again tomorrow?"

"I think we probably can," I said with a smile, "maybe we can try lots of different things, after all it's only Tuesday, we have all week to play".

There was no reply, Jenny had fallen asleep. I covered her with the duvet and went to my own bed; I had some planning to do.