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A Little Model 4 of 4 (Mf, ped, photog, exh voy, sed)
Chapter 4
by Inno Cencelost
Eric was in another world. Nothing in his life had prepared him for the emotional
impact of his photo sessions with Jillian Peever, the slender, young 10-year-old
he had first met while taking student pictures at Central Public School a
month earlier.
He had in his possession, 8 photos of her from the session at the school
when he was first struck by her incredible beauty, 130 shots taken during
her first visit to his studio when she showed him her little cunt, and 176
from her second visit, when she turned up uninvited in her soccer uniform
and ended up on her hands and knees on the floor of his studio. He loved
those shots of her, in her kneesocks and cleats, with her head laying on
the carpet, with her soccer jersey bunched up at her shoulders, with a dreamy
look in her eyes, with her bum in the air, naked, letting him take pictures
of her like that, showing him everything.
The photos were an incredible record of his intimate unveiling of the little
girl. His practiced eye had recognized the bold and willing little exhibitionist
in her. He'd seen it in her coy grin, and in the way she responded to his
camera, engaging it, teasing it. He drew it out of her with his soft voice,
offering her the privacy of his studio, promising not to tell anyone, encouraging
her with his praise, coaxing her to show him what she looked like under her
clothes, helping her over the nervous parts, finding the naughty little girl
inside her who was teased by her own desire to take her underwear off for
a man, and show him her sexy little cunt, let him look at it, let him take
pictures of it.
And, after that incredibly intimate and erotic session, she agreed to come
to his studio a third time, the following Sunday after soccer practice.
Eric was at his shop by noon that day, even though he didn't expect her to
arrive until a little after three.
That's why he was surprised, at one o'clock, to hear a distant bang on the
front door. He walked out into the storefront and saw Jillian's cute young
grin peering through his window.
He walked quickly to the door, unlocked it, let her in. There was a slight
rain falling on the sidewalk outside. He re-locked the door then turned to
look at her, grinning warmly. She looked great. She was wearing her soccer
uniform. She he had a little pink umbrella in one hand and her soccer bag
in the other.
"Hi," he said warmly, looking at his watch. "I thought you were coming after
your practice."
"The coach said practice was cancelled because of the rain," she explained.
"So now you have to go back home?" he asked.
"Well, no," she said. "My mom's at work. She won't be home until five."
Eric gasped. They had four hours.
"Great," he said.
She grinned and blushed.
Eric put his arm around her shoulder and lead her slowly out back to his
studio. She carried her soccer bag with her.
"Wow, I'm glad you came early," Eric said enthusiastically.
She grinned and blushed.
"I've really been looking forward to this," he added, softly.
She blushed again, and lowered her eyes.
"Have you?" he asked her in a gentle whisper.
She couldn't look at him. He watched her shrug nervously, and then nod her
head a couple of times quickly, admitting it.
He smiled and reached out to gently rub the backs of his fingers over her
cheek.
"Don't worry," he assured her. "It'll be fun."
He walked over to his desk, picked up his camera, put it around his neck,
and turned back to face her. She was looking at him, nervously, standing
in the middle of the studio, with her soccer bag hanging from her hands in
front of her.
"Did you bring it?" he asked.
"yesss," she said.
"Why don't you show it to me," he said softly.
Jillian let her soccer bag drop to the floor, then dropped down on one knee,
opened the big zipper, reached inside and began to pull out some items, a
folded khaki girl scout uniform, a yellow and brown scarf with a badge on
it, a pair of dark brown kneesocks, and a pair black leather loafers.
"You even brought shoes?" he noted, bringing the camera up to his eye, framing
her there on her knees with her soccer bag and her girl scout uniform.
"Ya, because it wouldn't look right with my cleats," she responded.
"Yes, you're right," Eric said, clicking another shot of her.
"Should I put it on now?" she asked, a little nervously.
"Yes," he replied. "I think that's a great idea."
He watched her glance quickly around the studio. Eric had a large washroom
off to the right at the back of the storefront, that he let people use for
changing, brushing their hair, and getting ready for a photo shoot. But he
saw no reason to send the 10-year-old there to change into her girl scout
uniform.
"Why don't you put it on right here," he said teasingly, clicking another
shot, capturing the mischievous look in her eye as she considered the suggestion.
"Right here?" she asked playfully, slipping into his game.
"Yes," he answered. "You're not shy about doing that are you?"
Jillian, lowered her head momentarily.
"no," she whispered, then looked back up at him.
Eric moved quickly over to the corner of the studio. He had a wheeled-tripod
set up there. He pulled it over towards the middle of the studio, stopped
about 10 feet from the little girl, and adjusted it, leaning forward to look
through the viewfinder of his video camera, focusing it on her.
She looked nervous.
"What's that?" she asked a little anxiously.
"It's a video camera," he answered her, matter-of-factly.
"You're going to make a video?" she asked nervously.
"Yes," he said. "And remember, this is different from posing for pictures.
It's on all the time, so its like you have to be posing all the time. It's
sort of like acting."
She looked hesitant.
"Do you think you could be a good actress for me?" he asked her playfully.
"Well, ya, I guess," she replied nervously.
"Ok then," he said. "Stand up, and then when I start the camera, I'm going
to ask you some questions. Then I want you to take your soccer uniform off
for me. Just like last week, take your shorts off first, but keep your jersey
hanging down. Don't let me see anything. Then we'll see where we take it
from there, ok?"
"ok," she said softly.
The girl stood up.
The previous Thursday afternoon, Eric had been browsing at the mall, and
found himself purchasing a prop in anticipation of Jillian's next visit.
He stepped quickly over to his desk and picked it up off the floor, then
walked over to Jillian and handed it to her. It was a brand new, black and
white, checkered soccer ball.
"Here," he said. "Hold this, at the side under your arm like this."
The girl propped the ball under her arm. Eric went back to the video camera,
checked his viewfinder, and pressed the record button. He noticed a slight
twitch in the girl as the little red light on the front of the camera sparked
to life.
Eric stepped out from behind the video camera, moving to the side and closer
to the girl, careful to keep himself out of the frame, pulling his still
camera up to shoot several pictures of her with the soccer ball.
"Hi," he said smiling.
"Hi," she replied, with a little giggle.
"What's your name?" he asked.
She looked puzzled momentarily, then slipped into the game with him.
"Jillian," she replied.
"Jillian who?" he continued. "What's your last name?"
"Peever," she replied.
"And where do you live?" he asked.
She was moving anxiously on her feet, showing some shyness.
"On Farland street," she said.
"And what school do you go to?" he continued.
"Central Public," she replied.
His voice softened.
"And how old are you Jillian?" he asked her.
She looked at the camera, then back at him.
"Ten," she said softly, nervously.
Eric eased up a bit, moving away from the personal questions.
"And you are a soccer girl?" he asked her smiling.
She grinned.
"Yes," she replied.
"Weren't you supposed to have a practice today?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
"And why aren't you at your practice?" he continued.
"It was cancelled," she said softly.
"So you came here?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
"What did you bring with you," he asked.
Jillian looked down at the khaki material at her feet.
"My girl scout uniform," she replied.
"So we could take some pictures of you in it?" he asked.
"yesss," she answered softly.
"So you'll have to put it on for us then," he said.
She nodded nervously at him.
"Ok, why don't you put the ball down there by your feet," he said. "And do
that."
With only the slightest hesitation, Jillian bent over to place the ball on
the floor by her feet, and tucked her hands up under the bottom of her jersey,
grabbing the legs of her shorts, pulling them down that way, careful not
to expose anything. She tugged her shorts slowly downward, at one point reaching
up to pinch her underwear through the material of her jersey to pull them
up.
With the video camera capturing the scene, Eric stepped away and shot some
more stills, watching her bend over to push her tight black soccer shorts
down her legs and pull them off over her cleats.
When she was done, she stood and faced the camera again, with a questioning
look on her face, holding her shorts in her hand.
"Just toss them over beside you on the floor," he instructed her. "We won't
be needing them anymore."
Jillian twitched nervously, Held her arm out to the side, and dropped her
shorts on the floor.
"Good," he said softly.
"Now are you wearing anything else under there?" he asked her in a teasing
voice.
She looked down at her feet, dragged the toe of one of her soccer cleats
across the carpet in front of her, and then nodded nervously.
"And what's that?" he asked her softly.
Jillian looked shyly back up at him.
"My underwear," she managed to whisper.
"Well, why don't we take them off too," he suggested.
She responded so smoothly. She'd done it all for him before. None of it surprised
her. None of it scared her.
Eric continued to take still shots as the 10-year-old pulled the bottom hem
of her soccer jersey up her thighs, bringing her fingers out onto her hips
to find the waistband of her underwear, and pull it down, slowly, stripping
her little panties off under her jersey, pushing them to her knees, letting
them drop around her ankles, bending over to pull them off her feet.
"Good girl," Eric encouraged her.
She was standing there looking at him, expectantly, with her underwear in
her hand.
"Toss them over with your shorts," he instructed her.
Jillian's underwear dropped down to land beside her shorts on the carpeted
floor of the studio.
"Now pick up the soccer ball again," he said. "Hold it at your side like
before."
Jillian picked up the soccer ball and propped it up under arm, holding it
against her side.
"That's it," he praised her, and then asked. "So you're a soccer player?"
She nodded nervously.
"Do you like to play soccer?" he continued.
She grinned.
"Yes," she replied.
"Are you a good player on the team," he asked.
She blushed, showing little shyness.
"Ya, I guess," she replied softly.
"And what are you wearing under your soccer jersey right now Jillian?" he
asked her.
She looked down.
Eric was keeping it playful, creating a little play for her to act in.
She grinned mischievously.
"Nothing," she whispered softly.
"Really?" he said playfully.
She nodded nervously.
"Would you like to show us?" he asked her, raising the stakes.
She blushed.
"Would you?" he pressed her.
Jillian nodded.
"Go ahead then," he encouraged her.
Jillian slid her right foot across the carpet, nervously spreading her legs.
The tape continued to roll on the video camera, as Eric took pictures of
little 10-year-old standing there cradling the soccer ball under one arm,
reaching down with her free hand to slowly pull her jersey up to the top
of her thighs, pausing there, swaying shyly on her feet.
"Go ahead," he urged her.
Moving very deliberately, Jillian gently raised the hem of her soccer jersey
up off the top of her thighs, slowly, brazenly, baring her cute little mound
for him, showing it to him, and the video camera.
"That's it," he encouraged her. "Don't be shy. Show it to us."
Jillian tugged the jersey up a little further, exposing the soft skin of
her lower tummy.
"There we go," he said, moving to change angles with his still camera, shooting
the soft lips of her cute little cunt from down low. "You're very beautiful."
The girl blushed and smiled shyly.
"Ok, now we're going to take some close-up pictures," he explained, kneeling
to take shots of her from the front, moving slowly toward her on his knees,
bending over, moving into the view of the video camera.
When he got to about a foot away from her, Eric sat back on the floor with
his legs out in front of him.
"Now I want you to slowly walk up over me," he said softly. "With one foot
on either side of my legs."
Jillian looked down, then stepped nervously forward, placing her foot down
beside his on the floor. She took another step moving up over him, straddling
his legs. Eric took one shot, then leaned back, laying right down on the
floor. She took another couple of tiny steps, then stopped when she reached
his waist. Eric took another picture, then urged her to come further.
Moving tentatively, Jillian stepped further, walking up over his chest, still
holding her jersey up for him, letting him take pictures of her naked young
cunt.
"Step over," he whispered.
He put his arms out flat, and she stepped over them. She was straddling his
head.
Eric brought the camera back up to his eye and took several shots looking
straight up at her sexy little cunt and the crack of her tender young ass,
so lovely.
"Spread your legs some more," he said softly.
Jillian moved her feet wide apart of the floor, leaning forward slightly.
"That's it," Eric encouraged her.
He took a series of shots, then rested the camera down on his chest.
"Come lower honey," he said softly. "Down onto one knee."
"You can't take pictures of me that close," she said in a nervous whisper.
"It's ok," he reassured her.
Jillian brought her right knee down onto the floor, bringing her little cunt
to within six inches of his face, gasping softly.
"Ok, now the other one," he whispered to her.
Jillian let him coax her down onto both knees, straddling his face, nervously
dropping the material of her jersey from her fingers, placing her hands on
Eric's forehead, as if that might help her stay high enough on her knees
to stop her young cunt from actually touching him.
Eric's face was completely enveloped underneath her bright green soccer jersey.
He smiled as he breathed her soft scent in through his nose.
"Jillian," he whispered. "You are a beautiful girl."
As if to illustrate his point, Eric gently raised his head and touched his
lips up against the softness of her young cunt, kissing it.
She jumped nervously, gasping, lifting herself off him.
"It's ok," he whispered to her, slipping his hands up under her jersey, up
onto her hips, to her waist, holding her, gently applying pressure, pulling
her body back down, rising up to meet the soft lips of her young cunt with
his mouth, feeling her tense up momentarily, then relax as she grew accustomed
to the strange physical and emotional sensations generated by his incredibly
intimate kiss.
Eric celebrated her acceptance of his mouth between her thighs, by slipping
his tongue out, wet with saliva, and tenderly licking her young cunt lips,
slipping boldly between them, finding her little hole, gently probing it.
Eric murmured softly, feeling her body twitch slightly and flex, as he stiffened
his tongue, and let her feel him wriggle the tip right up into her young
cunt.
With her hands still resting on his forehead, the little 10-year-old gasped
nervously, closed her eyes, and let her head fall back, as he tongued her,
exploring, licking.
Eric was in another world, conscious only of the wonderful feel of the young
girl's sweet little cunt on his mouth. His enthusiasm grew. He sucked on
her lips pulling the taste of her into his mouth.
She squealed loudly and bounced up off him.
"That tickles" she protested, adding a hysterical giggle, crawling away from
him on the floor on her hands and knees, turning to look at him laughing.
Eric joined the chase, laughing playfully.
"Come back here," he said.
Eric reached out and grabbed one of her ankles before she could scamper away,
prompting another round of giggles from her.
"Aha, got you," he said laughing, grabbing her other ankle and pulling gently
on both of them, pulling her knees out from under her, tugging her face-down
onto the carpet.
She squealed as he spread her legs.
"What have we here?" he asked her in a teasing voice.
Eric lay down flat on the floor between her legs and held onto her thighs,
with her delightfully naked little bottom, the soft, sexy cheeks of her sweet
little ass, right there in front of his eyes.
She sensed him there and reached around with both hands to cover her bum,
giggling.
Eric couldn't stop himself. He lowered his head, nuzzled her fingers out
of the way, and pressed his mouth into that soft valley between her cheeks,
playfully giving her a loud, squeaky kiss.
She responded with a round of high-pitched giggles, which became a yelp and
then a loud gasp as he wriggled his face, pressing forward, squeezing between
her cheeks, and boldly touched his lips down on the tight little circle of
her young asshole, kissing it.
She gasped again, and let one last giggle slip from her mouth as he held
onto her and continued to press his lips up against that intimate little
button between her cheeks, letting her know he was serious.
Her body jerked slightly and the muscles in her legs relaxed, letting them
spread a little wider. It was a tentative movement. He honestly couldn't
tell if it was intentional or not. But it gave him better access to that
sexy little hole.
Eric celebrated by opening his mouth, letting his tongue come out to feel
the contours of that tight little circle, licking it for her.
Jillian gasped softly.
"What are you doing," she whispered, letting her body go limp, responding
to the strange sensation of having a man's tongue on her young asshole.
Eric decided that the question was rhetorical. He let his fingers slide up
off her hips, fanning out on the soft contours of her bottom, pressing down,
spreading her cheeks, giving him better access to that intimate little treasure
between them. Then he gave her his answer, nuzzling his mouth up between
the soft cheeks of her bum, gently, lovingly, tonguing her, licking her little
asshole, letting her feel the intimacy of that bold act, listening to her
whimper softly.
"Mmmn," he whispered, lifting his mouth out from between her cheeks, planting
a series of tender little kisses on her bottom. "You are a sweetheart. My
little soccer girl. And you have a beautiful bum. I'm so glad you came to
see me today."
His hands slipped back down off her bottom, down between her thighs, slipping
underneath them, lifting her, pulling her up onto her knees.
"Lift up honey," he whispered. "That's it."
Jillian helped him lift her bottom up, and pulled her knees up underneath
her hips, leaving her head laying on her forearms on the floor. Her soccer
jersey slipped down her back to lay bunched up around her shoulders.
Then his mouth was on her again, down low, on her cunt, licking her slowly,
tenderly, from the start of her young slit, up over the tiny hint of her
clitoris, tucking gently between her soft hairless lips, finding her little
hole, circling around it, then pushing lewdly into the center if it, letting
her feel the tip of his tongue in there.
Laying flat on the floor, with his head tilted back, with his arms under
her thighs, wrapped up around her, holding her, Eric made love to his little
soccer girl's lovely young cunt and her sweet little asshole, listening to
her whimper softly and gasp nervously at the deep intimacy of the tongue-bath
he was giving her.
Finally, his hunger temporarily satiated, Eric began to plant a series of
tender kisses on the cheeks of her bottom, moving slowly higher, to the small
of her back, sliding his hands up onto her hips, coaxing her to roll over
on the floor on her side. He pulled himself up, cuddling up to her from behind,
wrapping himself around her body, hugging her, pressing himself up against
her.
Both of them felt it. She whimpered softly as he pressed the shaft of his
cock up against her bottom. It was still confined in his pants, but there
was no mistaking it's shape or it's condition. It was stiff and hard. He
let her feel it rubbing up against her bum.
Both of them could hear the faint whrrrr of the video camera. She gasped.
"Hmm," he whispered softly. "Maybe we should take it out. Would you like
that."
She trembled slightly.
"I don't know," she whispered back.
Eric moved, slipping his hands underneath her, picking her up, cradling in
his arms carrying her over to the couch against the wall. Then he sat her
down, and coaxed her to slide her bum forward and lay back.
Looking deep into her eyes, Eric lowered himself down onto his knees, gently
spread her legs, and very deliberately, let her watch him lean press his
mouth up between her thighs, kissing her lovingly.
"You have a very beautiful little cunt sweetheart," he whispered to her,
watching her blush, seeing the dreamy look in her eyes, as he kissed it for
her. "Wait here."
Eric stood up, walked quickly over to the tripod with the video camera, and
rolled it into position at the end of the couch, shooting at her from the
side. Then he was back, lifting her gently, coaxing her to sit up on the
couch, making room for him to kneel between her thighs.
She looked nervous, as Eric reached out and ran his fingers tenderly over
her cheek, as his other hand slipped down past his waist, finding the outline
of his hard cock underneath the material of his pants, tracing around it
for her, showing it to her.
Jillian gasped softly, her breath quickening.
"We have lots of time today honey," Eric whispered softly. "Would you like
to see it?"
The girl just gasped, unable to reply.
"It's ok sweetheart," he encouraged her. "Here, give me your hand."
Jillian glanced quickly, nervously up to look into his eyes. He smiled reassuring
her, then watched as she looked back down at the bulge of his big cock in
his pants, and tentatively lifted her hand up, offering it to him.
"That's it," he whispered, reaching out to take her hand in his, pulling
it gently forward, placing her fingers on the hard shaft of his cock, letting
her feel it.
She was breathing hard. Both of them were, as moved his hips in a gentle
fucking motion, while pulling her hand up and down the length of his big
cock.
There you go," he whispered softly to her. "That's not so difficult, is it?"
Jillian shook her head.
"Ok, you keep doing that," he said, leaving her to hold his cock on her own.
"Now give me your other hand."
The girl looked briefly up at him, then raised her other hand, offering it
to him.
"Pull my zipper down," he said.
"I can't," she replied nervously.
"Yes you can," he insisted, inching closer to her, with his crotch at eye
level, reaching out to run his fingers through her hair.
Eric watched as the little 10-year-old found the courage to reach tentatively
forward with her free hand, find the tab of his zipper and gently tug it
downward.
"Good girl," he praised her, as Jillian tugged his zipper all the way down.
"Now give me your hand."
She let him take her by the wrist, and gasped nervously as he gently tucked
her fingers inside his open fly. His cock was laying straight out to the
side. He pushed her hand all the way in, sliding it along his hard shaft,
letting her feel its enthusiasm through the thin material of his jockey shorts.
She let her other hand fall down off his pants, and instinctively curled
her fingers and thumb around his big cock, holding it, giving it a little
squeeze.
"That's it," he praised her, still holding her by the wrist, gently pushing
and pulling, working her hand up and down his cock. "It's much easier to
hold it inside there isn't it?"
The little girl nodded nervously, gripping his shaft in her fingers, letting
him slowly pump her hand up and down it's length.
Then Eric gently pulled her hand back a little and slipped his own fingers
inside his fly with hers, looking for the flap on the front of his jockeys,
finding it, tucking her fingers into it. She hesitated nervously, but he
continued, pushing her hand into his underwear, gasping as he felt her touch
his naked cock for the first time, pushing her all the way in, feeling her
fingers slip up the shaft, and wrap timidly around it, holding it.
Eric reached up with his free hand, lifted his camera and snapped a couple
of shots. What an incredible image, seeing her like that, a lovely little
10-year old in her soccer uniform, sitting there on the couch in his studio,
with her legs spread wide, with her sweet little cunt naked for him, with
her hand tucked past her wrist inside the open fly of his pants, with her
little fingers wrapped around his naked shaft, holding him.
Eric's cock flushed with warm blood, stiffening up even harder, filling her
young hand.
"There you go sweetheart," he encouraged her. "Have you ever touched a man's
cock before Jillian?"
She trembled nervously.
"no," she whispered.
"Do you like it?" he asked her softly.
"I don't know," she replied nervously. "It feels funny."
"What do you mean?" he asked her. "It feels funny in your hand, or it makes
you feel funny to be holding it?"
"It's makes me feel funny," she explained.
"It makes me feel funny too," he said. "It makes me feels good."
Jillian managed a nervous smile.
"Here let me help you," he said, tugging on her hand out of his pants, then
reaching in himself to position his cock, slipping his underwear down off
it, lifting it so that it stood straight up behind his fly. Then he reached
for her hand again, and tucked her fingers back inside his pants. His naked
cock was right there at the opening.
"Pull it out," he told her.
She looked nervously up at him, then back down at her hand tucked inside
the fly of his pants. Eric snapped a picture of her eyes going wide as she
pulled back on her hand, slipping it out of his pants, pulling his big hard
cock with it.
She gasped softly, holding his big naked cock, looking at it up close, inches
from her face. She couldn't take her eyes off it. He smiled down at her.
"Mmmn, you know what sweetheart?" he whispered to her.
"What?" she asked in a soft whisper, holding his big cock, looking intently
at the big head, inches from her face.
"I think it wants a kiss," he said softly.
Jillian looked quickly up into his eyes, as if checking to see if he was
serious, then back down at the big head of his cock, nervously thinking about
it, imagining herself doing that.
"I don't know," she replied nervously.
Eric let his hand slip down onto her cheek, gently caressing her face, turning,
with his thumb slipping down over her nose, then down to her mouth, tracing
slowly around it, pushing gently down on her lower lip, teasing her. She
whimpered softly, sensing his intention.
"Go ahead," he encouraged her. "Give it a little kiss."
Eric's cock pulsed, stiffening, reaching out for her, as he watched her decide.
He took a picture of her like that, as she nervously flipped her hair off
her face, leaned forward, closed her eyes and touched her lips down on the
tip of his cock, kissing the little slit at the end of his tube.
It was Eric's turn to gasp, as the little 10-year-old pulled back a little,
grinned nervously, and then did it again, kissing the head of his big cock
for him.
"Good girl," he praised her.
She smiled up at him.
Then Eric's thumb was back on her lips, pressing on the bottom one, coaxing
them apart.
"Open your mouth honey," he encouraged her.
She sensed the meaning immediately, and resisted for a moment.
"MmMmm," she protested, pressing her lips together.
"It's ok sweetheart," he reassured her.
Jillian sighed, and let him part her lips, opening her mouth for him.
"That's it," he said softly, pushing his hips forward slightly, making it
obvious.
Kids are funny. They're so unsophisticated in how they do things. You know
if you watch an adult preparing to take a bite of food, they're movement
is generally smooth, and elegantly timed. The hand pulls the food toward
the mouth, then as they are about to touch, the mouth opens just at the right
moment, and just the right amount. But a kid, if you watch a kid deciding
to take a bite of something, say an ice cream cone, it's like they announce
their intentions before hand, opening their mouth almost to an exaggerated
extent, as if they have to get ready to receive the tasty treat.
That is what the little 10-year-old did at that moment, holding his cock
in her tiny hand, judging it's size, trying on the idea, letting her lower
jaw drop, letting her young tongue peek out, tentatively announcing her intention.
Then she leaned forward, carefully aiming her movement, gently closed her
eyes, and nervously pushed her wide open mouth onto the head of Eric's big
cock, taking it inside, gasping through her nostrils.
Eric barely managed to retain enough of his composure to snap a picture.
It was the most incredibly erotic thing he'd ever seen, a lovely, young,
half naked 10-year-old, holding his hard shaft in her tiny hand, and willingly
offering him the warmth of her sweet young mouth, opening up, giving it to
him, taking the head of his big cock inside.
"Ohhh," he gasped. "That's it. Good girl."
He ran is fingers through her hair as both of them adjusted to the incredible
sensations they were experiencing.
He snapped two more shots. He didn't think he'd ever seen an image more erotic
than the one he was seeing at the moment, looking down, seeing a sweet little
girl, so young, so sexy, and so fucking willing, seeing his big hard cock
sticking out of his open fly, seeing her fingers wrapped around it's shaft,
seeing the incredible intimacy of the contact between them, seeing her young
nostrils flaring, seeing the end of his cock sticking in her mouth.
"Ok, honey," he said softly. "Now, close around it, not your teeth, just
your mouth. Bring your tongue up underneath. Oh, that's it."
Eric moaned as the little girl wrapped the sensitive head of his cock in
warm, wet embrace.
"Mmm," he murmured. "That's so good."
She whimpered softly, still gasping through her nose.
He caressed her head, running his fingers through her hair.
"Suck now honey," he whispered to her.
Jillian's young eyes darted up, finding his questioning.
It's ok," he encouraged her. "Go ahead."
Jillian's eyes dropped back down and slowly closed in concentration, as she
tentatively pulled in her cheeks, applying a gentle sucking pressure on the
head of his cock.
"Ohhh, that's it," he praised her. " Suck it for me. Just like that."
Eric reached down, gently wrapped his fingers around hers on his cock, and
slowly pulled back, then slipped forward, toward her mouth, stroking himself,
showing her how. He felt her fingers grip him. He felt her hand moving with
his.
Eric let go of his cock, letting her do it, and reached to run his fingers
through her hair once more.
"That's it," he purred to her. "Good girl. You are beautiful."
It was a captivating moment for Eric. Even after all they had been through,
he never imagined, in his wildest dreams, that she would actually do this
for him. But there she was, on the couch in his photo studio, a 10-year-old,
a little model, in her soccer uniform, with her shorts and her underwear
laying on the floor, with her jersey pulled up, with her little cunt showing,
sucking his cock for him.
She was beautiful. And she was doing it.
"What a brazen little girl," he thought to himself as he watched her, breathing
hard through her nose, stroking him, with the big head of his cock in her
mouth, sucking on it. "She probably knew she was going to do this, from the
first time she saw me playing with it. Man, she must have done this before.
But for who?"
Eric felt his balls constrict quickly. He prided himself on his ability to
control his orgasms, stretching them out, making them last. But this one
was coming out of him like a freight train.
He sensed instinctively, that he couldn't cum in her mouth, at least not
the first time.
Exercising incredible restraint, Eric pulled his cock out of the little girl's
mouth, reached down with one hand, yanked her green soccer jersey up to her
neck, and finished himself, jerking off on her, spraying his hot cum in three
strong bursts onto her flat chest, catching both of her nipples, watching
it dribble down onto her tummy.
"Unngh," Eric moaned as he squeezed the last drop of cum out of his cock,
letting it fall onto her naked skin.
He collapsed sideways on the couch, pulling her down with him, wrapping his
arms around her, hugging her, reaching down to cup the soft naked cheeks
of her bum in his hand, pulling her body closer.
She whimpered softly.
"Mmmn," he sighed. "You are an incredible girl Jillian."
Eric nuzzled her softly, coaxing her head up, kissing her tenderly on the
forehead, then on the tip of her nose. He could smell his cock on her breath.
He felt a familiar swelling in his balls.
"Christ, already?" he whispered.
Then he remembered something, and felt a laugh building in him.
She looked up, questioning.
"We forgot to put your girl scout uniform on," he said snickering.
"I know," she giggled.
He leaned back and looked down between their bodies. Her jersey had pulled
back down over her chest. He could see a bit of a wet spot forming there.
He wondered if it would leave a stain when it dried. He wondered if anyone
would notice.
He had to ask. He had to know.
"Have you ever done that before?" he asked, tentatively, nervously.
Jillian blushed. She couldn't look into his eyes. He couldn't tell if it
was nervous embarrassment over the intimacy of the act she had just performed,
or if she was hiding something from him.
She shook her head.
"MmMmm, no," she whispered.
Eric didn't press the issue. He leaned forward, kissed her forehead, and
have her a little hug.
"Well I want you to know that it was wonderful," he said, in all sincerity.
"Don't ever feel bad about it. You're a very beautiful little girl. And we
just shared something very special."
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