Del's Note: This incredibly erotic story was shared with me by a good friend. It has no author's name or copyright information. I searched online to try to locate the author, but with no luck. If you know who wrote this story, please send me the information. Also, if there's any additional chapters, please send me those, too. Thanks!

Del

A Little Model - (Mg, ped, con, oral) Author: unknown

Chapter I

Eric Mullen popped the clutch and pulled quickly away from the light, accelerating all the way up to the next intersection where he slipped through a yellow, and moved right, picking up the freeway on-ramp, motoring out into the fast lane.

After all these years he had come to hate weddings. But for a commercial photographer trying to make a living, it was one of those things you had to do. If you wanted to be in the business, you had to shoot weddings.

Well, the ceremony was over, and with the studio shots he'd just taken, there was only the obligatory 20 minutes at the reception left and he'd be done.

He allowed himself to think of more pleasant things.

At 9 am the following Tuesday, Eric would be walking up the steps of Central Public School. And that he was looking forward to. For the sixth year in a row, Eric had the contract to take school pictures at Central. It was a job he always bid low on.

Eric Mullen is 38 and single. He has dated women, and even developed relationships with some of them, but has never allowed himself to get involved in anything long-term. Eric Mullen is a pedophile. Not a child molester mind you. He has never touched a kid. But he likes to look. He likes to fantasize. And he likes to take pictures.

Eric has several opportunities every year to shoot pictures of young girls, working deals to take group and individual photos for organizations like the figure skating club, the swim team, the soccer teams, and the junior Girl-Scouts. It's a part of his work that he really enjoys.

And, every once in a while, he ends up with a young girl alone with him in his studio, dropping by after school for a quick photo because she missed a scheduled shoot. Those are great times, when he is able to take a series of shots of a girl, with no one else around. Don't get me wrong. He has never done anything improper. But he has fantasized, and when he has the opportunity, he teases the girls with his camera.

Eric has come to understand that cameras have a funny affect on some girls. It's like they are tuned right into that distinctly feminine desire and ability to look good, when they are being looked at. They let you take as many pictures as you want. And some, without being asked, begin to work the camera, and pose for you. Eric has an uncanny ability to sense when it has gone far enough, when a girl is getting nervous, and he backs away. In all his years as a photographer, he's never tried to coax a girl into an intimate exposure. And he's never met a girl who offered him one on her own.

He was a couple of minutes early arriving at CPS Tuesday morning. He checked in at the office and then made his way to the small room the principal had let him set up as a miniature studio. He was taking individual shots all morning and would be back in the afternoon for group shots. He had it set up so classes would come one at a time. The door was left open but only one student was supposed to enter the room at a time. His job was to take two quick shots, then on to the next.

By 11 am he was tiring of the tedium of it, even though easily half the students were girls, and many of them lovely. It was just moving too quickly, line them up and shoot them down.

Then something happened. At one point he ushered a Grade 5 boy out of the room and looked up to see a young girl at the door, with no one behind her.

"Come on in," he said casually. "Are you the last one?"

The girl looked at the empty doorway and then turned back to Eric and nodded shyly.

"Well come on up and sit on the stool," he said, feeling a warm flush as she walked past him and turned to plant her bottom on the stool in front of the camera.

She was wearing a white cotton blouse with short puffy sleeves and embroidered patterns on the front. The blouse was tucked into a pair of blue jeans. She had incredibly thick and curly, shoulder-length, light brown hair that seemed to explode off her head, and was only partially controlled by a couple of blue ribbon ties. She looked wild, almost Afro, except that she was so white. And her eyes were a lovely soft blue.

'Mmmn, 10-years-old, maybe 11,' Eric guessed. 'Very nice.'

He leaned over the desk, looking down at his stack of papers with lists of names.

"Mrs. Bridon's class?" he asked.

"Yes," she spoke in a bright voice.

"And what's your name," he continued, turning to smile at her.

"Jillian," she replied.

"Jillian," Eric murmured, searching the list of names. "Oh here we are, Jillian Peever."

"Yes," the girl said.

"Ok, this won't take long," he said, smiling as he moved to his tripod, leaning over to look out through his lens.

He stood up, looking over his camera, as if to confirm what he was seeing.

She was beautiful.

"I'm just going to take a couple of shots," he explained softly, pleased at his luck that she was at the end of the line and he might be able to take his time shooting her.

He watched her grin and nod, acknowledging, then he leaned back down to look at her through the lens again. She actually looked excited about having her picture taken. She was grinning broadly, leaning forward, her hands gripping the seat of the stool nervously.

"That's good," he said. "Keep smiling, lets try that."

Eric snapped his first picture. It was a keeper, but he stuck with his protocol of taking two just in case.

"Ok, now turn a little to the side for this one," he said.

He watched her respond, turning her upper body to the right, keeping her eyes on the camera.

"A little more," he coaxed her.

The girl did as he asked and turned her left shoulder toward the camera, but this time she let her head turn as well. Eric watched through the camera as the girl lifted her chin a little, and then very purposefully, turned back to face the camera, slowly, deliberately lowering her head and lifting her shoulder, tucking her chin down into it, smiling for him.

She was posing.

"Jesus Christ," he hissed under his breath. "She's not shy."

Eric snapped the shot, and watched her grin. He stood there stooped over, looking at her through his lens, his mind swirling. He turned and looked quickly at the door. There was no one there. He glanced down at his watch. The next class was due in four minutes. He stood up straight and reached for the release lever on his tripod, taking is camera into his hands.

"That was really good," he said. "We have some time here, why don't I take a couple more."

The girl nodded and smiled.

Eric stepped in front of the tripod and leaned over to frame. She took his cue and leaned forward a little more, engaging the camera with a soft smile that displayed a hint of shyness.

He snapped, capturing the moment, the soft whir of his motor drive punctuating the picture with a touch of finality.

He stepped closer, seeing her twitch nervously once and then regain her composure, giving him a warm smile, tilting her head a little.

Eric glanced quickly at the door. They were still alone. He stepped in for a closeup, framing her face, watching her flinch, turning away a little, looking down, willing to let the camera into her space, but still shy about facing it. Then she slowly raised her eyes, looked into the lens, and blinked, unsure of herself, as if she was waiting for him to tell her what to do.

"Smile sweetheart," he whispered softly.

He watched her eyes sparkle as she found her wind, her lips curling into coy little grin. He snapped a photo, then immediately took another as she toyed with the camera, pouting playfully.

He'd never seen a young girl respond so positively to a camera. This girl was enjoying herself.

He rose to look over his camera into her eyes. It was completely unplanned. It just slipped out of him.

"You're very lovely," he whispered, watching her blush and avert her eyes, grinning shyly.

Just then there were noises in the hall outside the door. The next class was showing up. He smiled at her, saying thank you with his eyes, and turned back to return his camera to the tripod.

"I wish we had more time," he said as she stepped toward the door.

The fifth-grade student he knew only as Jillian Peever turned and nodded lightly, agreeing with him, then gave him another lovely smile before walking out the door into the hallway.

A moment later a short, rather stocky young boy peered into the room, then walked in.

Eric looked through his papers.

"Ah, Mr. Thistle's third grade, right?" he said.

"Yup," the boy answered.

Two weeks later, Eric was still affected by the experience. He couldn't get her out of his mind. He was haunted by thoughts of meeting her again, of shooting her again, and teased by little plots that might make it possible.

Late one night he acted, picked up a phone book and looked up Peever. There was only one, an Angela Peever, who he assumed was the girl's mother. The address was only two blocks from his studio.

The following Sunday, Eric went cruising in his car, watching for her. He drove by her house a couple of times an hour and down each of the streets in the neighborhood.

Just as he thought he was wasting his time, he saw a young girl alone, walking up the sidewalk in the same direction he was driving. With that wild hair, it had to be her. He checked her out as he drove by. It was Jillian Peever. Guessing she was headed for the variety store on the corner, he parked across the street and waited. His heart skipped a beat as she walked up the street, turned the corner and stepped into the store.

Eric reached for his camera and put it around his neck, hoping to trigger her memory, then stepped out of his car and crossed the street. He waited on the corner for her, watching as she walked out of the store holding a candy bar in her hand.

Eric let his eyes scan her. He felt a hot, nervous flush of adrenalin pass through him, making his heart thump in his chest.

She was wearing a short-sleeve halter top with a round neck and buttons up the front. It was trimmed with black and filled with pinks, reds, yellows, and greens in a brilliant floral pattern. It was a lovely top and really looked more like something a teenager would wear, rather than a young girl of 10 or 11. The wide black band along the lower edge drew a sharp line along the bottom of her ribcage, leaving her mid-drift bare. Eric actually let out a little gasp as he admired that space, her slim waist, her soft tummy, her little belly button, brazenly, precociously exposed.

Her baggy, thick-cotton, tan-colored shorts seemed to be hanging off her hip bones. And they really were short, with only an inch or so of leg on them. There was a colorful cartoon figure on the right front pocket. Her long, slender legs, which moved with a youthful enthusiasm and an almost magical grace, were naked. Her feet were tucked into white ankle socks and a pair of sneakers.

He couldn't help himself. As he watched her step lightly toward him, seeing that lovely, slim, angelic frame, moving under her clothes, advertising itself, tickling him, he felt a very familiar urge bubble to the surface, stimulating him, drawing a magically hypnotic picture in his mind as he imagined her naked.

Eric's cock stirred and filled with blood, thickening in his pants. It was so real. He could actually see her little nipples. He could see the gentle curve of her young ass flexing. He could see her hip bones pressing out against her naked skin, as starting points for the gentle vee that slipped down to the soft rise of her hairless young mound. He could see the puffy roundness of the two little lips that tucked down between her soft thighs, inviting him to look at the delicate indentation that marked the top of her lovely little slit.

"Holy fuck," he whispered harshly to himself as he struggled desperately with his vivid, lurid imagination, almost overcome by the incredibly erotic picture that filled his mind, a soft, hypnotic image of her young thighs leisurely parted, of her silky lips and her intimate little slit, naked, smiling at him.

Eric blinked to wipe the lovely image of the young girl's naked little cunt from his mind and regain his composure, then swallowed a very nervous lump in his throat. He felt like a little boy. Gathering his courage, he took a step to intercept her and looked for her eyes as he spoke.

"Hi there," he said hopefully, seeing the surprise on the girl's face as she looked up and recognized him.

She grinned shyly, and nodded.

"It's Jillian, isn't it?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"Yes, I remember," he smiled at her. "You know I have your pictures developed."

"Really?" she said, grinning.

"Yes and they turned out quite nice," he replied. "Really nice actually."

"Are you going to bring them to the school?" the girl asked.

"Well yes, but you know, I'll only be bringing the first two photos I took to the school," he said to her with an edge of apology in his voice. "The other ones I took are quite nice though. You take lovely photos. It's a shame you won't see them."

The girl blushed.

"Unless," Eric hesitated, feeling the danger in what he was about to say. "Hey, maybe you could come to the studio and I could show them to you. It's only a couple of blocks from here. Do you want to see them? Are you doing anything right now?"

The girl looked down the street towards her home, and then around and up the other way, as if that might help her decide.

"I have my car here," he said. "I could drive you over. It will only take a few minutes. Then I could bring you back here."

Eric's pulse thickened as the girl looked up at him, obviously uncertain but also flattered, both by the way he had complimented her photos and by his invitation. He could see the hesitation in her eyes.

Finally she grinned nervously and nodded. "Ok," she said.

"Good," Eric said. "Let's go then. I'll bring you back when we're done. Do you live near here?"

"Yes," she replied, pointing down the street to the left as they walked to his car.

Eric let her walk over the passenger side and open her own door, moving to the driver side, getting in.

"Seat belt," he said.

They both buckled up.

Eric talked for the entire ride over to his studio. He talked as he pulled into the empty parking spot two doors from his store-front. He talked as he led young Jillian up to the big glass door and unlocked it, holding it open for her to walk in. He talked to mask the incredible nervousness he was feeling. He talked about everything, about the weather and how it was supposed to rain the next day, about his car and how he was thinking about buying a new one, about his work and how much he liked it except for the weddings. He was still talking as they walked to the back of his store, through the archway and into his studio.

The girl was wide-eyed. The studio had an 11-foot ceiling and was cluttered with all kinds of props, chairs, tables, small carpets, light stands, reflective panels and backdrops.

Eric led Jillian over to the office area he had set up in one corner.

"Here we are," he said as he pulled her file out of the cabinet, and placed six photos down on his desk.

"Oh," the girl said, with a bit of a shy smile, obviously uncertain how to respond.

He watched her look at each of the photos, slowly, one at a time. They really were good pictures.

"Do you like them?" he asked.

"Mmmn, ya," she answered.

"You have a natural talent," Eric said. "I noticed it as soon as I saw you."

The girl giggled lightly and blushed.

"This is my favorite," he said, indicating the last one he had taken, with her pouting playfully. "But this one has the nicest smile," he added, pointing to another shot.

She giggled, obviously flattered by his observations.

"Do you like having your picture taken?" he asked hopefully.

"I don't know," she responded. "I guess so."

"Well it didn't seem to make you too nervous," he said. "Some people, even grownups, get really uptight when having their picture taken. But you were very natural and relaxed."

She beamed a brilliant smile at him. He smiled back.

"Did you like it?" he continued.

"Ya, I guess," she managed to concede.

"Well listen, why don't we take some more?" he said almost in a whisper.

He was feeling himself stepping onto thin ice, hoping it would hold, committing himself, feeling his heart pound, hoping she would say yes, fearing what it would mean if she did.

"Hmmm?" she murmured, questioning. "You mean right now?"

"Well ya, sure," he answered, trying desperately to hide the hope building inside him. "I have nothing planned for this afternoon. We could take a few shots. It would be fun. But only if you want to."

She was hesitating.

"You don't have to pay anything," he said. "It will be good practice for me, and it will be good experience for you, if you ever want to be in drama or modeling."

"Modeling?" she asked with a shy grin.

"Well ya," he replied. "You're certainly pretty enough to be a model."

The girl seemed genuinely flattered. Eric smiled as he watched her consider his offer. He sensed she was tickled by the idea.

"Well, what do you say," he challenged her. "Shall we take some pictures?"

"O/K I guess," she said, grinning nervously.

"Great," he said, stepping away from the desk, taking the SLR from around his neck, placing it on the desk, then stooping to pull his large-format Nikon from a bag on the floor. "Let's try some stuff over here."

Eric quickly lifted the light level in the room from his control panel on the wall, and was then ready to shoot.

He started by having her stand, with one hand on a tubular column prop. It took a few shots before she started to relax, smile, and play with the camera. Eric was good at that part of his job. He kept talking to her, staying casual, asking her questions, helping her relax, prompting her into poses and giving her little compliments.

"How old are you, Jillian?" he asked at one point, following his question with the click of his shutter, catching her focused and thinking.

"I'm going to be 11," she responded.

Eric smiled. Little girls are always in such a hurry to grow up, he thought.

"Here," he said, pointing her to a tall column prop in the middle of the studio. "Let's try some standing."

Eric was a savvy photographer. He knew how to work a shoot and make his subject feel comfortable. It was really all about feeling relaxed himself, and talking, being a friendly distraction for the subject.

He took some shots, working her into different poses, getting her to loosen up. She was a great subject and really worked well with the camera, following his directions and coming up with ideas of her own.

He was in heaven. It was such a treat to shoot this girl.

Eventually he moved her to a low, padded bench, first with one knee up on it, then sitting on one side, then straddling it.

"Lean back a bit," he said softly.

Jillian followed his suggestions, reaching around behind to support herself with both hands, leaning back, tucking her chin in a bit, giving him a delightful smile.

Christ she was beautiful. Eric loved the pose.

"Good! Good! Stay like that," he encouraged the girl, standing straddling the bench himself, taking a couple of shots, then stepping over and shooting from her right side.

Jillian followed his moves, always looking at the camera.

Standing, shooting down at an angle, Eric paused for a moment and peaked out from behind his camera, smiling at the girl.

"Excellent," he said. "You look great."

It was an instinctive response. He couldn't help himself. As he moved to look through his lens again, his eyes slipped down off her face, onto the floral pattern of her halter top, down across the thin band of soft naked skin on her tummy, to the pale tan color of her shorts.

Eric felt a lump building in his throat.

Her cotton shorts were tiny and a little baggy. Eric couldn't help noticing that with Jillian straddling the bench that way, there was a gap between her inner thigh and the leg of her shorts. From his high angle, he couldn't see anything, but if he knelt down...

He realized he was staring and quickly moved his eye back behind the camera. Eric cursed himself for being so obvious as he framed his young model in the viewfinder.

She had noticed him looking. He watched as she glanced down at her legs, seeing her shorts, following the same line of logic that he had followed, looking nervously back up at the camera, trying to calculate what the lens was seeing.

Eric watched her blush. Her legs twitched nervously. She looked like she wanted to bring them together but couldn't because of the bench. Then the tiniest hint of a nervous giggle bubbled out of her and she smiled shyly at the camera.

He clicked the shutter, capturing her grin. She looked so good.

Eric was nervous. He'd never had a photo experience become so incredibly tempting. He'd never shot a young model who stimulated him like this one. It was like every click of his shutter was bringing him closer to her. He had an incredible fear of stepping over the line. But there was something about this girl. She was absolutely gorgeous. She was alone with him in his studio, posing, smiling and she just seemed so willing.

He had to try.

"That's it. Good! Good! Excellent," he heard himself encouraging her, as he bent his knees and slowly lowered his angle of view.

She held her pose as the camera came even with her eyes.

Eric was in tight. He pulled back on the zoom ring, widening the view then dropped right down onto one knee.

He watched her glance defensively down once more at the leg of her shorts, and nervously back at the camera. Then for the first time, she turned away from the lens, lowering her chin. She was blushing.

Eric's heart was thumping in his chest. He knew he was taking a big risk, but he couldn't help himself.

With all risk there is potential for reward, and Eric's reward was right there, sharply focused in his lens, down low in the frame, the soft tender skin of her inner thigh, the loose legband of her cotton shorts, and just visible beyond that, the edge of a very special little band of soft whiteness. His camera was looking up the leg of her shorts. He could see her underwear.

He had to capture it. He had to have it on film. He clicked the shutter then spoke to her gently.

"Oh that's a good shot," he said softly.

He watched her leg twitch lightly. Clearly, she knew there was some risk of exposure down there. She probably didn't know how much. But she knew.

Eric pushed his luck again, taking one more shot before she decided to change her pose, capturing one more image of that little band of soft white material on the edge of her underwear.

She was still looking down and off to the side, away from the camera. He watched her leg twitch again. He was making her nervous. He had to be careful.

Then her leg moved, but not in the way he expected. He watched as her knee pulled away from the bench a little. Not much, just about an inch or so, then a little more.

Eric clicked off another shot, and then watched through his lens as her knee moved again, inching further away from the bench. He glanced quickly up at her face. She was still looking down and off to the side, away from the camera. Her lips were pressed nervously together.

He looked back down at the leg of her shorts and felt his cock stir in his pants. She had pulled her knee even further away from the bench.

Eric had been caught completely off guard. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had a ten-year-old girl in his studio. He was down on one knee framing her in his lens, looking up along the soft naked skin on the inside of her leg. He and his camera were looking right up her shorts, at that tender little indentation at the top of her inner thigh, at the seamed edge of her underwear. And with her leg pulling away from the bench, widening his view, he could see even more of that soft white material. He could see where the gentle rise on the side of her young vagina lay hidden under the delicate cotton veil of her little panties.

And she knew it. It was undeniable. He and his camera were looking right up her shorts, and she was just sitting there letting him look, letting him take pictures.

What kind of fire was burning in this little girl? What kind of thoughts were going through her mind? She was all alone with a man, straddling the bench like that, letting him take pictures of her. She had to know she was exposed down there. You would think that any normal young girl in that situation would move quickly to cover up, to deny him a view of that very intimate area.

But not this girl.

Clearly she knew what he was seeing, what his camera was taking pictures of, but she made no attempt to stop him, in fact she helped him by widening his view, letting him.

Eric swallowed a big lump in his throat and concentrated on getting his shot, controlling his breathing, taking his time, pulling in, focusing, checking his f stop...click, whirrr. She sat there and let him shoot a series of six or eight, never flinching, never looking directly at the camera.

Eric finished by pulling in for a close-up of her face. She sensed him there and blushed as the shot when off.

Have you ever been in one of those real-life situations where everything goes funny on you and all of your senses ratchet up a notch or two? Things seem to happen almost in slow motion. You become very sensitive to sound. And everything you see takes on a glossy look. It's almost like you've slipped into some kind of dream state. And there's incredible tension because you think it might end any second and snap you back to reality.

That's what Eric was experiencing as he spoke softly to the 10-year-old school-girl in his photo studio.

"Why don't you lay back on the bench," he suggested gently.

He watched her hesitate for a moment, then slowly lower herself down onto the bench. It was no wider than her body and she didn't know what to do with her arms. He sensed that she was feeling as erotically charged as he was.

"Here," he whispered softly. "Reach up over your head and hold the bench with both hands. That's it, just like that. Hold that now."

Eric lowered himself back down onto one knee, almost feeling a warm flush of blood course through him as he noted that her legs had not moved. He pulled the camera up to his eye. He wanted to see her through the lens.

She was stretched out, her arms up over her head, her legs still pulled away from the bench, spread wide. The position accented the slim form of her young body perfectly her ribcage, the soft hollow of her tummy, her hip bones. Fuck she looked good.

Eric's cock thickened up in his pants. He bent down for a lower angle, positioning the camera only inches from her knee, pointing up along the soft naked skin of her thigh. What he saw through his lens made his heart thump, and pumped a warm flush of blood into his cock, hardening it.

The shorts Jillian was wearing were made of thick cotton. The material was a little stiff, so that with her laying back like that on the bench, the leg of her shorts was standing up off her thigh, maintaining its tube-shape. Eric and his camera were looking right up her shorts at the leg-band of her underwear, and up onto that delicate white material, at the gentle contours of her lower tummy, and the soft rise of her young mound.

"Christ," Eric whispered softly to himself as he clicked off a shot.

He couldn't believe the image in his lens. It was like he was seeing her laying there in her underwear, with her legs carelessly spread. Her shorts were only marginally blocking his view, but they were hiding an important element. He could only see a hint of soft contour where the tender edge of her young vagina lay tucked inside her panties. The rest was hidden behind the material of her shorts. But he could see so much.

Eric click-whrrrrd his way through a series of shots, rising slowly to capture her horizontal form, the soft naked hollow of her tummy, the flatness of her chest, adorned in the colorful flowered halter top, her lovely face framed by her wild hair and by her arms, reaching up over her head.

She was beautiful.

Eric stood over her, shooting down, framing from the top of her head down to her waist. She was smiling at him, and at his camera, a shy but contented gleam in her eyes.

Eric noticed the light gold link chain around her neck for the first time. The bottom of it was hanging down under her halter top.

"That's a nice chain," Eric said softly, pulling his eyes out from behind the camera, looking down at her. "Is there something on it?"

Jillian, stirred and brought her hands down to find her gold chain and pull it out from under her top, showing Eric the heart-shaped pendant on the end.

"My mom gave it to me," Jillian said.

"It's beautiful," Eric added. "It would be nice to get a shot of it, but it hangs down under your top."

It was a bit of an uncomfortable moment as the girl thought for a second, then laid the little heart-shaped pendant down on the material of her top.

"Hmmm," Eric said with a hint of disappointment. "It really doesn't show up against your top."

The girl looked up at him, questioning, as if she were trying to figure out if he was suggesting something.

It was a moment of quiet communication.

"Well, why don't we try this," he suggested gently. "Just undo the top button there, and we should be able to get a picture of it. It looks so lovely against your skin."

He felt as if he was being probed by those beautiful eyes, looking up at him, questioning, looking for a reason not to trust him, looking for a reason not to do what he asked.

Eric watched, his heart thumping in his chest, trying not to let his excitement, his enthusiasm, his desire show. She hesitated for a moment then made her decision, bringing her fingers together, pinching the top button on her halter, plucking at it, pulling it free, undoing it for him, then opening the flap a little.

But it wasn't enough. Her little pendant was still lying on the stretchy material of her top. For a moment her eyes flickered, looking up, then she made her own decision and moved down to the next button, undoing it as well.

Finally, with the two top buttons on the girl's halter open, Eric was able to shoot the little gold pendant laying on her soft naked skin.

"Mmm," he murmured softly as he clicked off a series of three shots. "That's so nice."

Eric let his camera drop slowly from in front of his face. Their eyes met. He wasn't hiding it anymore, standing there looking down on her like that. He let her watch his eyes slip down off her face, onto her neck, tracing down along the thin strands of golden chain, down to where her top lay half-undone, the material pulled apart, the little heart-shaped pendant laying on the soft naked skin of her flat chest.

His eyes feasted on her soft nakedness, delighting in the exposure, tracing down to where the two remaining buttons continued to hold her top together, insinuating and gently suggesting with his eyes.

Was she getting the message?

His eyes found hers again, and saw just the slightest hint of anxiety. She knew what he wanted, and it was making her nervous.

"Here," he said softly, smiling. "Let's try some sitting up."

He reached for one of her hands and helped her sit up, then sat down himself on the bench facing her, bringing the camera up to his eye. She smiled for him. Clearly she felt less threatened in this position.

"You're a natural," he said in all sincerity. "So pretty and so amazingly relaxed in front of a camera."

He watched her blush and smile for him as he took another shot.

"Lean forward, toward the camera," he said, encouraging her.

Jillian did as he asked. He watched her gold chain swing forward with her, hanging down.

"Oh no," he said, pausing. "That's not right. Your chain, when you lean forward it hangs down and your top gets in the way again."

The girl sat back up and reached for her chain with one hand, her eyes coming up to meet his. She was not a stupid girl. She gave him a coy look then made an accusation.

"You're trying to take girlie pictures of me," she said matter-of-factly.

Eric was shocked, both at her clear grasp of the situation, and at her bold approach. It disarmed him, and put him on the defensive.

"I, ah, well, no," he tried to sidestep the accusation.

She ignored his deflection of the obvious.

"I know what they are," she said. "My dad has some, hidden in his drawer. My mom calls them his girlie pictures."

Eric was still recovering from the shock of her approach.

"Really," he said, trying to sound casual. "What kind of pictures are they?"

"Of women in their underwear," she replied, "and some bare naked."

"And you've seen them?" Eric asked her softly.

"Ya," she answered. "My mom and dad don't know, but I looked at them a couple of times."

"What did you think?" Eric continued, not wanting to push her too far but incredibly curious and turned on by their conversation.

"Hmm, I don't know," the girl answered. "It must be embarrassing."

"What must be embarrassing?" Eric asked.

"Well, getting your picture taken like that, in your underwear," she answered with nervous giggle.

"Well those are all professional models," Eric explained. "They're working with photographers they trust, and they're paid very well."

It was Jillian's turn to be surprised.

"They make money doing that?" she asked.

"Well yes," Eric answered. "They're professional models."

He watched her digest the idea, with that funny look on her face that kids get when they are trying to figure something out.

"Would you like to play a game and pretend that you're a professional model," he asked softly, trying to be as gentle as possible, trying to show her she had nothing to fear, that it was her choice.

"It would be fun. I could even pay you like its real."

She was hesitating, avoiding his eyes, looking down and playing nervously with the little pendant in her fingers.

"I don't know," she whispered softly, shaking her head.

"Come on, it would be fun," he encouraged her, sensing her indecision. "We would just be pretending."

She sighed softly. Incredibly, it seemed like she was almost ready to say yes.

"I'd be too embarrassed," she whispered.

"Why," Eric asked. "You're just a beautiful as those models."

She looked up into his eyes again, searching for sincerity in them.

"Really?" she asked.

"Absolutely," he said without hesitation. "You're a very beautiful girl. Any photographer would love to have you as a model."

She blushed and looked down again.

"I wouldn't know what to do," she said softly, hesitating.

"You wouldn't have to do anything," he reassured her. "We can just continue taking pictures and see if you like it. If you want to stop, we can."

She was close. He could feel it. She sighed nervously.

"My mom would freak," she whispered, fidgeting with her fingers, searching for reasons.

"Then we won't tell her," he replied. "We won't tell anyone. It'll just be between you and me. It'll be our secret."

Jillian's eyes found his again, giving him a nervous look...of what? What was he seeing, resignation, confusion, willingness, hesitation? He wasn't sure. She looked puzzled, like she couldn't believe what was happening, like she couldn't believe she was going to do it.

He smiled warmly at her.

"It's O/K," he whispered reassuringly. "We'll just take some pictures. It'll be fun."

She sighed and looked down again. It was like she couldn't bring herself to actually say it, to say yes.

"Here, lean forward," he said. "We'll try that shot again."

The little 10-year-old, murmured softly, clearly growing weary of the debate going on inside her. She looked into his eyes one more time as if to calm her fears, and then leaned forward a little, engaging his camera, giving him one of her shy smiles.

"That's it," Eric encouraged her as he took a couple of shots, then looked out from behind his camera.

He didn't need to speak the words. His eyes communicated the desire, looking into hers, then tracing deliberately down onto her flat chest, down to where the two remaining buttons held her halter top together.

She got the message.

Eric watched her fidget nervously then reach up with both hands to pluck at the buttons on her top, undoing one, looking up at him momentarily then, undoing the other.

"There we go," he said softly, calming her anxieties. "See, that's not so hard."

He clicked the shutter, letting the camera capture it, helping himself believe he was actually seeing it...a creamy band of exposed skin, from her neck, all the way down between the open front of her top, to her soft naked tummy.

"Mmmm, that's nice," he said softly, framing her, shooting.

Eric slipped off the bench to one side, keeping her in his viewfinder, looking for the right angle.

"Lean forward just a bit more," he encouraged her. "And put your hands on your knees. Like that! Yeah! And lean a little more."

Eric clicked a shot.

"Now look at me," he said.

Jillian turned to look directly into the camera, with just the slightest hint of a smile, and as she did that, the open front of her top fell away from her body a little.

She was beautiful.

"Perfect," he said.

Eric zoomed right in where her halter top was hanging open, and there it was behind the flowered material, sharply focused, an incredibly lovely little nipple, naked, exposed. He snapped three quick shots with only her nipple and a little bit of material in the frame, then pulled back to capture the girl from the waist up, recording the fearless look in her eye and her shy smile, documenting the deliberateness of the exposure and her comfort with it.

Chapter 2

It was an incredible moment in Eric Mullen's life.

He had known for a long time that he was a pedophile. He liked adult women. He just wasn't attracted to them sexually. It was the reason he'd never married.

Eric loved girls, prepubescent girls, generally between the ages of 7 or 8 and 11 or 12. It wasn't so much the age that was important, but the development stage. The girls he was attracted to lived in that soft, sexy world of discovery between baby fat and body hair. He loved to look at their slim, supple young bodies, and imagine what it would be like.

In the depth of his fantasies he believed, in a Peter-Pan way, that he wanted to live in a world where girls never grow up, where men care for them, protect them, love them, and share their beds with them. He spent hours and hours looking at young girls and working them into elaborate sexual fantasies. And there were lots of opportunities to look at girls in his work as a photographer.

But Eric also liked to do things like lay on a blanket at the beach, wearing sun glasses, pretending to read a book, hiding his stiff cock as he watched the young girls playing around him, seeing the soft curves of their cute little asses, the flatness of their undeveloped chests, and the gentle hints of their sweet little vaginas, snugged up inside the pinks, yellows, greens, and blues of their little swim suits. He dreamed of having those girls in his bed and slowly, gently tugging their little swim suits off, seeing, feeling, and tasting their intimate secrets, introducing them to his cock, letting them see it, touch it, hold it, teaching them to kiss it.

But Eric was also very much a resident of the real world. He knew that acting on his attraction to young girls in an overt way, would get him into a world of trouble. He looked, but he didn't touch.

So how did he come to be alone in his photo studio on a Sunday afternoon with a lovely little 10-year-old girl, and what the hell was he doing down on one knee, leaning forward, focusing intently with his camera, on the tempting little nub of one of her tiny nipples, naked and exposed behind the open front of her halter top. If he was able to answer those questions at that moment he would probably deny what was happening.

�I'm just taking her picture, she undid her top and I haven't touched her.�

And all of those things would be true, but he would be unable to deny the erection in his pants. The truth is that Eric was way out on a limb and he wasn't quite sure how he had let himself get there.

He was trying to convince himself that all of his actions up to this point had been harmless and defendable. But the truth was that he sought this little girl out. He enticed her into his studio. He convinced her to pose for him. And he coaxed her into undoing her halter top.

And one thing was certain. The little 10-year-old sitting in front of him on the padded bench in his studio, the girl who had just opened her top for him, and was letting him take pictures of one of her little nipples, was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And he wanted more.

He pulled back slightly, opening up the frame.

"Look up," he said softly, watching her jerk nervously, then respond, tilting her head back, looking up at the ceiling.

It was a perfect shot. Having pulled back, he could no longer see her nipple, but the fact that her top was open would be obvious. He just needed one thing.

Very slowly, Eric reached out and gently touched his fingers down on the upper inside of her knee. He felt her body jerk at the contact. Then very tentatively, he applied a little pressure, pulling her knee aside, coaxing her to spread her legs wider.

Both of them were breathing hard.

Eric watched her bite nervously on her lower lip, and then visibly relaxed and gave him what he wanted, letting him spread her legs, wider and wider, until it almost looked rude.

He leaned down for a lower angle, and clicked off three quick shots, making sure everything he was seeing was in focus, her face looking skyward, the soft skin of her chest exposed through the open front of her top, and the soft band of her underwear clearly visible up under her shorts.

It was an incredible picture. She was so obviously young, but with her top open like that, with her legs spread wide, it was such a wildly sexual pose. She looked hot.

"O/K," he whispered. "Look at the camera."

Eric actually gasped as she swallowed a lump in her throat, and then slowly, tentatively, lowered her head, looking nervously into his lens.

Eric took three more shots.

"It's ok," he said, encouraging her. "You look great."

A nervous blush and a smile worked their way on to her face.

"Here," he coaxed her, lowering his camera, motioning with his hands in front of him, then pointing to her top. "Open it."

She looked nervously down at her top, then into his eyes.

Eric smiled his best smile of encouragement, and raised the camera, watching with satisfaction as Jillian looked down once more, reached up with both hands, and slowly opened her top for him.

The girl giggled nervously, obviously shy and uncertain.

"It's O/K," he whispered softly. "Don't be shy. Look at the camera."

Jillian slowly raised her head and looked into camera, with just a hint of a nervous grin on her face, holding her top open, letting him see the soft naked skin of her flat chest, and the two tiny nubs of her little pink nipples.

Eric worked methodically, taking shots from several angles, reaching out once to coax her to spread her legs a little wider.

She was so beautiful, so innocent.

Shooting her like that, with her legs spread wide, looking up along the naked skin of her inner thigh, seeing the soft material of her underwear, clearly visible up under her shorts, did things to him. He couldn't help himself. All he could think about was what she had hidden underneath the thin material of those little panties. A mental image of the sexy little lips of Jillian's young vagina formed in his mind, and he knew he wanted to see it. He had get her to show it to him.

He pulled out from behind his camera, wanting to experience that view up her shorts with his naked eyes, soaking it in, looking for hints of contour under the thin material of her underwear.

She reacted, reaching down defensively, placing both hands on the bench in front of her.

Eric looked up into her eyes. She'd read his mind. Everything about her expression was saying "NO!" and she was blushing nervously.

He changed lanes.

"Its O/K honey," he said softly. "Why don't we try something different. Here, why don't we take your shoes and socks off."

She looked nervously into his eyes, as if trying to decide if there was a reason not to. She sighed softly, lifted one foot onto the bench, pulled on the laces, removed her shoe and sock, then did the same with the other foot.

An odd memory tweaked the back of Eric's mind. Somewhere he had read that pre-teen girls are very conscious of their naked feet. He remembered a quote from the article... �If you can talk a little girl out of her socks, you can talk her out of her underwear.�

Jillian looked up expectantly at Eric, pulling her arms shyly in front of her.

"Let's go over here," he said softly, reaching out to gently lift one of her hands, coaxing her up off the bench, leading her over to the corner of the studio.

He quickly grabbed two big cushions off the couch and placed them on the floor in the corner, then placed three big plush red satin pillows up against the wall.

Jillian sighed nervously, as he sat her down on the big cushions, and urged her to lay back. The big pillows almost swallowed her up.

"That's it," he said encouragingly. "That's perfect."

Eric pulled back and framed her, taking two pictures, then reached down to gently lift each of her legs, urging her to spread them. He took two more shots then motioned for her to hold her top open.

Jillian did as he asked. She was so sexy, laying back against the pillows, showing him her little nipples, spreading her legs for him. He took a series of shots, at several angles, getting her to spread her arms out to the side, and then place her hands down on her knees, emphasizing the deliberateness of her pose.

He ran out of film and quickly fumbled in a new roll.

When he turned back to look at her, she was breathing deeply, nervous.

"Its O/K honey," he said softly, coaxing a shy smile onto her face. "You're doing fine. You're a beautiful little model."

Eric saw contentment slip into her eyes. She was O/K.

He let her watch his eyes slip down off her face, onto the flatness of her chest, to her little nipples, then lower, down over her tummy, to the waistband of her shorts. He paused there, then he looked back up into her eyes, posing the question.

Jillian brought her hands up to her mouth, and shook her head, saying no, but leaving the option open.

"Well, how about if we just undo them," he suggested.

She looked deep into his eyes, trying to decide if she should undo her shorts for him.

"Don't look," she insisted then turned onto her side, shielding her actions from his view.

"I won't look," Eric pledged, turning away, listening to the soft sounds of fingers working against material. When the sounds stopped he turned back. Jillian was still laying on her side.

"All done?" he asked softly.

"Mmhmm," she nodded nervously.

"Well turn over," he urged her.

Eric watched the little girl roll back onto her bum, holding her hands, defensively in front of her shorts. The rolling action had lowered her body position on the cushions. She was almost laying down, with just her head and shoulders propped up by the pillows.

"Ah," he said, grinning warmly at her. "Don't be shy."

Eric reached out, gently lifted her hands, and pulled them aside. She giggled.

The button on the waistband of her shorts was open, and the zipper was lowered about one inch. He could see soft naked skin between the open flaps of her shorts. He took three quick shots

He looked out from behind the camera and coaxed her on.

"Zzzip," he whispered, reaching down to within six inches of her shorts, looking into her eyes, pretending to pull her zipper down.

She giggled, and then got this serious look on her face, like she had to concentrate to do it.

Eric could feel his cock pulsing in his pants, as he watched the little 10-year old reach with one hand, pinch the tab of her zipper between her thumb and one finger, and slowly pull it down. She was doing it.

He captured it on film, the concentrated look on her face, her legs spread wide, her little fingers pulling her zipper down, her hand dropping back down at her side.

Then, there it was, just visible between the slightly parted flaps of her open shorts, the soft white material of her underwear.

Eric knelt up between her lower legs and shot straight down, taking several pictures, some wide, with her lovely face in the frame, some in tight, focused intently on the open front of her shorts.

Pausing, Eric reached down with one hand and playfully tugged the flaps of her shorts open for a second, briefly exposing her soft tummy and her little panties.

Jillian giggled and reached over with both hands to hold her shorts closed.

Eric took a picture of her like that, and looked out from behind his camera to smile at her.

The girl grinned playfully and quickly whipped the flaps of her shorts open for a second, then closed them again.

"Open sesame," Eric whispered.

Eric's cock flushed as he watched her slowly part the flaps of her shorts and hold them open, showing him her underwear. He took several more shots. She looked surprisingly relaxed.

Eric looked out from behind his camera again.

"Why don't we take them off," he suggested softly, hopefully.

Jillian shook her head, turning shyly onto her side once more.

"I can't," she insisted.

"It'll be O/K," he said softly, calming her.

"I'm too shy," she managed to say into the pillow.

Eric reached over and gently placed his hand on her hip, with his fingers delicately close to the waistband of her shorts.

"Would it be easier if I did it?" he asked her.

He waited a moment, and then took his suggestion further, tucking his fingers over the loose waistband of her shorts, gently tugging downward, listening and watching intently for her answer.

She didn't speak, and she didn't move. She hadn't given him overt permission, but she also hadn't made a move to stop him.

Eric pressed the issue, tugging the waistband of her shorts gently down her hip. Jillian reacted, reaching up with one hand to hold onto her underwear, so that it didn't get pulled down with her shorts.

Eric smiled, and tugged the side of her shorts further down.

"Roll over honey," he whispered.

He had intended that she roll over onto her back again, but she chose to go the other way, rolling onto her tummy.

"Even better," he thought, as he reached out with two hands, and gently tugged her shorts down, slowly unveiling the soft round cheeks of her bottom, delicately framed by the thin material of her little panties.

She made no move to stop him as he pulled her shorts right down off her bum.

Her panties were fairly loose on her. The material lay along the line of that little valley between her cheeks, accenting the soft contours of her young bottom.

She rolled a little, lifting her legs one by one, letting him pull her shorts down off her thighs, down to her feet, and off.

Eric took several shots of her like that, laying face down on the cushions, hugging a pillow, still wearing her open halter top, hints of the shape of her beautiful little bottom, visible under her panties.

"Turn a little bit," he whispered softly. "And look at the camera."

Jillian turned her head, and lifted up onto one elbow, looking back at the camera, shy and nervous.

"It's O/K," Eric encouraged her. "Give me a little smile."

Jillian managed a nervous smile, and Eric took several more shots.

"O/K," he said softly. "Now turn right over."

Jillian did as he asked, rolling onto her back, reaching down shyly to cover the front of her panties with her hands.

Eric reached out and gently lifted her hands out of the way. It was almost like a ritual, in which she maintained her innocence.

Eric took several more pictures then stopped to reload film again.

When he turned back she was laying there, as he had left her, waiting for him, with her arms out to her sides, with her halter top wide open, with her shorts off, with only the thin material of her underwear between the lens of his camera, and the warm little treasure between her young thighs.

Eric reached down and gently lifted each of her legs, coaxing her to spread them, then he knelt between them and took several more pictures, close ups, of her face, of her dreamy eyes, of her flat, naked chest, and her tiny pink nipples, of her soft tummy, of the gentle rise of her young mound, hidden under her panties.

Eric moved back on his knees, leaning forward for a lower angle, shooting up between her legs, capturing the white band of her underwear, tucking down over her mound, between her thighs, the delicate final curtain.

He zoomed right in and focused intently, taking several shots, looking out from behind the camera a couple of times, convincing himself what he was seeing, then capturing it on film.

The material of her underwear was fairly loose and puffed out between her thighs, leaving no hints of the gentle shapes behind it.

"Slide down toward me a little," he urged her.

Jillian did as he asked and slid her body toward him on the cushion.

His cock saluted stiffly in his pants as he surveyed the effects.

The sliding action on the cushion had snugged Jillian's panties up between her thighs. He could see the unmistakable rise of her mound. He could see the two little ribbons of her lips, and the tender little slit between them. He could see the youngster's sweet little cunt.

Eric lay right down on the floor between her legs and took a series of shots of the shape of her little cunt, clearly visible through her panties. He was like an artist painting his masterpiece, making love to the subject with the camera.

He rose up onto his knees to reload again, then looked down on her, and smiled. He reached out to lean forward on one hand.

"Why don't we take them off honey?" he whispered softly, hopefully, almost desperately.

She responded quickly, pulling her hands up to cover her face.

"I can't, I can't, I can't," she said insistently.

"Yes you can, honey," he urged her, reaching out to gently tug her hands down from her face. "It'll be O/K."

"I can't let you watch me take them off," she insisted.

Eric paused.

"Well O/K," he said. "Let's try this."

He rose quickly and pulled a large red satin sheet off a shelf above the couch.

"Here," he said, bringing the sheet over her, covering her. "That way, I won't see you take them off."

Jillian grabbed the sheet like it was a security blanket, pulling it up to her neck, finding comfort under its veil.

"O/K," he said softly. "Why don't we take off your top first?"

That was easy. Eric watched as the little 10-year-old shrugged out of her halter top and lifted it out from under the sheet. His cock reminded him of its condition in his pants as he surveyed the nearly naked shape of the lovely little girl under the sheet.

He took a couple of pictures, capturing the gleam in her eye, and the nervous smile on her face then he knelt down to one side.

"O/K now," he said softly. "I will look away, and I won't peek. I'll count to ten and then I'll look back. O/K?"

Jillian giggled nervously.

"O/K," he said playfully, turning away. "Here I go. One...Two...Three..."

Eric heard the frenzied rustling of the satin sheet behind him, and slowed his count, reaching nine as the sound came to an end.

"Ten," Eric announced, turning back to look at the girl under the satin sheet.

Eric swallowed a lump in his throat as he saw, there lying on the sheet, beside her discarded flowered halter top, was a little pair of white panties.

He shot several pictures of her, with her panties in the frame, with the sheet pulled shyly up to her neck. It was beautiful the way the satin lay on her body, following every contour. Eric could actually make out the shape of her young mound puffed up under the delicate satin film.

He looked into her eyes, reached down, and gently gripped the material at her side, tugging it a little, coaxing her to pull it down.

"I can't," she said.

Eric sighed and smiled.

"It'll be O/K," he said reassuringly. "You'll be fine."

"I'm too shy," she said defensively.

Eric smiled again.

"I've got an idea," he said. "Why don't you just lay back, and pretend you're asleep."

Jillian eyed him nervously.

"It'll be O/K," he said. "Here put your arms out."

Eric pulled her arms out from under the sheet and put them at her sides. Then he took three more pictures, getting her to relax.

"O/K! Now close your eyes," he whispered softly to her, "go to sleep."

Eric watched her close her eyes. The features in her face relaxed.

"Remember," he whispered. "You're fast asleep"

Very gently, Eric found the shape of her legs and lifted them. She resisted momentarily at first, then relaxed and let him spread her legs wide under the sheet.

"There we go," he whispered, "fast asleep."

His fingers reached down and tugged on the sheet, pulling it a couple of inches down from her neck. She made no move to stop him. He pulled the sheet further, slowly unveiling the naked little girl underneath, her flat chest, her two little nipples, the distinct shape of her rib cage, rising with her nervous breath, her soft tummy and her beautiful little belly button.

Eric stopped and took several pictures of the half-naked little 10-year-old as she continued to feign sleep. Very gently, he reached down to pull the sheet down another inch, then took a couple more shots. He repeated the action, pulling the sheet slowly down off the soft skin of her lower tummy.

Moving ever-so-slowly, Eric continued to gently tug on the sheet, watching the top edge of the satin material, drag up onto the soft rise of her young mound, delicately unveiling it.

He looked up into her face. She was trembling lightly, but still feigning sleep.

"Fast asleep," he whispered to her, as he tugged the satin sheet down onto her thighs, pulling the last thin veil off her beautiful little cunt.

"Oh my," Eric whispered softly, lifting his camera, zooming in, framing, focusing, snapping, completely absorbed by the lovely little 10-year-old girl laying naked in his studio, letting him take pictures of soft hairless lips of her beautiful little cunt.

He moved down between her thighs, pausing to shoot several angles as he lowered himself down onto the floor.

"Oh, this is beautiful," he whispered softly to himself, to her, as he slid closer up between her thighs, switching to macro, moving his lens to within eight inches of her young cunt.

He focused, seeing her soft, puffy, hairless lips, seeing the delicate pinks of her little slit. Eric took several shots, then rose up slowly and pulling back, continued to shoot, adjusting, lifting up onto his knees, keeping her little cunt in the frame.

He couldn't help himself. He held the camera with one hand, still shooting, and reached down with his free hand to rub his hard cock through his pants, finding the hard shaft, squeezing it.

He heard a sharp gasp of air and looked out from behind his camera.

Jillian was no longer pretending to sleep. Her eyes were open. Eric felt his heart pound.

The little 10-year-old was lying there on the cushions, her eyes almost misted over, trembling, watching Eric rub his cock through his pants. She was nervous.

It was a mistake, but the deed was done. Eric squeezed his cock, and took a picture of her like that, watching him.

She was breathing hard, nervously. Her lips were parted as she gasped softly.

Seeing her like that, completely naked, with her little nipples, her belly button, the gentle rise of her mound, and the two lovely little lips of her cunt, seeing her gazing up at him with that strange dreamy look in her eyes, he knew she would do it. He knew that if he reached down at that moment, undid his pants, pulled his zipper down, and then pushed his pants and shorts down, freeing his big, hard cock, that it would be O/K, that she would let him.

She could see it. She could see him touching it, and she was laying there, almost expectantly, nervously. At that moment, Eric didn't think he had ever seen a female, so obviously willing, so beautifully fuckable, laying there naked, watching him rub his cock, letting him take pictures of her cunt.

But it hadn't been part of the bargain, and Eric didn't want to scare her by taking it further. Reluctantly, he let go of his cock.

"That was great," he said softly to her. "You're a great little model."

He smiled at her and reached out to lift her into a sitting position.

"Excellent," he whispered, soothing her. "Come on. You should get dressed now."

She grinned, obviously relieved that the tension was gone.

She let him shoot a series of shots of her getting dressed, pulling her panties on, tucking her arms into her halter top and doing it up, glancing around for her shorts, picking them up, putting them on, pulling up the zipper. She posed playfully for him several times.

When she had her socks and shoes back on, Eric walked over to her, knelt down and gave her a gentle hug.

"That was really fun," he said. "I'm really glad we did it."

He looked into her eyes, "Are you O/K?" he asked her with genuine concern, his arm lying across her shoulder.

She smiled, and nodded.

"Would you like to get an ice cream on the way to dropping you off?" he asked.

Jillian grinned and nodded, obviously relieved that she would have time with him to wind down from the experience, before heading home.

He quickly unloaded his camera and locked all his film in a drawer on his desk. He didn't want his staff wandering around putting this film in the processing rack. He would have to develop these himself.

The two of them walked out to the front of the building. He noticed a cheerful bounce in her step. She was O/K.

He locked the door and they turned to walk to the car. Jillian reached up to take his hand. He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze.

He spoke to her while they slurped their ice creams in the car in the parking lot behind the dairy.

"I want you to know, that I think that was really great," he said seriously. "You're a great little model."

She grinned shyly and blushed.

"But you have to understand that we can't tell anyone about this," he said.

"I know," she replied, as if he was stating the obvious. "I don't want my mom to find out I let you take girlie pictures of me."

Eric smiled and reached out to run his fingers over her cheek.

"You're so beautiful," he said in all sincerity.

She blushed again.

She squeezed his hand before getting out of his car at the top of her street, across from the convenience store, hopping across the intersection, turning to wave from the corner.

Chapter 3

The next few days of Eric's life, in the wake of his photo session with the little 10-year-old, were an emotional whirlwind.

He had the film developed and was running his first prints, two hours after he dropped her off. It was an incredible series. He had captured everything.

The last few shots he had taken, the shots of her laying there naked, with her legs spread wide, letting him take pictures of her little cunt, with a dreamy look on her face, with her breath coming in little gasps as she watched him rub his big cock through his pants, were the absolute best for him. He'd managed to capture the willingness in her eyes. It was all there, just as he remembered it... a sweet, fuckable little 10-year-old, stripped naked in his studio.

He masturbated countless times as the days flew by, with the pictures of his naked little model in front of him.

But there was something else as well, something not so pleasant, a nagging fear that, somehow, someone would find out, and that the police would show up at his door.

By the time a week had passed, he was at least able to get through a couple of hours without thinking about her.

He tried hard to focus on his work. And, by chance, that is what found him in his studio the following Sunday afternoon. He happened to be in the front of the building at that moment, and looked up to see a familiar face peering in the window from a couple of feet out on the sidewalk.

"Christ it's her," he gasped nervously.

Jillian Peever was standing out on the sidewalk in front of his building. Their eyes met. She grinned. He waved. Then he walked quickly over to the door, unlocking it, opening it. He looked quickly and nervously up and down the street. Seeing no one else, he looked back at her and smiled.

"Hi," he said. "How are you?"

"O/K," she said shyly, twisting nervously on her feet.

"Well, do you want to come in?" he said, hopefully.

She looked down the street for a moment then nodded.

"O/K," she said, pausing as if she wasn't sure.

Eric open the door wide, and 10-year-old Jillian Peever walked past him into his store-front. He locked the door behind her then turned around.

She looked incredible, but odd. She was wearing a very large, mostly green, short-sleeved sports jersey with black and yellow stripes that hung to down to mid-thigh. He could see hints of a pair of tight black shorts hugging her thighs, barely visible below the jersey. She had on a pair of yellow knee-socks, with wide green cuffs on the top. And all of that was standing on a pair of black, cleat-bottomed, sports shoes.

His eyes went wide and he smiled.

"We started soccer this week," she explained. "We have practices on Sundays."

"So you're coming from your practice?" he asked.

"Ya," she replied. "I was on my way home...and I was just going by your store."

Eric spotted the lie immediately. His studio was roughly �on the way� from the park to her home. But it wasn't in a direct line. She had to take a detour to come by his place. Something went warm inside him, and he felt a gentle flushing sensation in his balls.

"I'm just doing some work in the back," he said warmly. "Why don't you hang around and watch."

"O/K," she said, leaving her soccer bag on the floor by the door, following him out back.

Eric finished up the work he was doing, setting up a light stand. It only took ten minutes. Jillian watched him, and asked a few questions.

When he was done with the stand, Eric walked over to his desk. Jillian was looking at some slides on a light table along the wall.

Eric picked up his camera, turned slowly and took a few steps back across the studio, raising it to his eye, finding her through the lens. She had her back to him, leaning over the light table. He focused and shot.

She heard the click, and turned her head, looking over her shoulder, watching him step closer. She grinned mischievously. He clicked another shot, capturing her grin.

�Look at her,� he whispered to himself. �Coming back here, like this. What a brazen little girl.�

All of the deep emotions and intense desires, that had built up inside him during and after his incredible first photo session with the slim little 10 year-old, burst to the surface. He couldn't believe how much he wanted her, and not just as a model. He felt a powerful urge building inside him. He wanted her physically, intimately. Seeing her standing there like that, in her soccer uniform, so sexy, he wanted to put his camera down, walk over to her, and strip her naked. He wanted to pick her up, lay her down right there on the light table, lift her knees up, spread her legs wide, and put his tongue in her little cunt.

And he didn't have to imagine what her lovely little cunt looked like. The little 10-year-old had stripped naked and showed it to him a week earlier. She let him spread her legs and have a good close-up look at it. She let him take pictures of it. In his mind, and in a locked drawer in his desk in the corner, he had some very intimate images of the soft, hairless lips, and sexy little slit of her young cunt. He had dreams about it.

And here she was, back in his studio, uninvited, a sexy little thing, bringing her sweet little cunt back to him. He wanted to see it again. He wanted to let her feel him breathing on it, kissing it, and tasting it

As he stood there, thinking about what it would be like to slide his tongue over those soft, hairless lips, feeling his cock stiffen aggressively in his pants, oddly, an idea came to him, and he imagined that he would leave her knee-socks and her sports cleats on.

�Careful Eric,� he warned himself. �Go slowly.�

Eric stepped to about four feet from her, then lowered himself down onto one knee, lifting the camera.

She had turned, and was facing him, leaning back, with her hands up against the light table, her legs crossed casually. She smiled shyly for the camera, as he took a couple of shots

Eric moved in close to her on his knees, letting his camera hand on its neck strap.

"So," he said softly, looking into her eyes. "How are you?"

She blushed and looked down.

"Fine," she replied, with a little grin.

"It's nice to see you again," Eric said, reaching out to gently run his fingers over her cheek, brushing her hair back off her face.

She grinned nervously.

"Can I ask you a question," he asked, carefully.

She stirred nervously on her feet.

"Ya," she said softly.

Eric paused, trying to find the words.

"Did you tell anyone what we did, that I took pictures of you?" he asked, in a soft whisper.

She didn't hesitate for a second. She shook her head briskly, nervously, definitely.

"No," she whispered.

"Mmm, that's good," he said, relieved. "Because we would get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out."

"I know," she replied. "It's O/K, I won't tell."

Eric sighed and cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand.

"Thanks honey," he said softly.

She grinned and blushed.

"Would you like to do it again?" he asked her, hopefully.

It was a funny question. It was like both of them knew she wanted to do it again. Why else would she make her way back to his studio on a Sunday afternoon and peek in the front window, looking for him? But bringing that deliberateness out in the open and talking about it, asking her to admit it, created a keen edge of tension in the room.

"O/K," she replied softly.

Eric smiled.

"O/K," he echoed, pulling back about three feet on his knees, lifting his camera, framing her. He clicked off two shots, capturing her shyness, and her nervous excitement.

"So you're a soccer player?" he asked playfully.

"Yes," she replied confidently.

"Well why don't you tell me about your outfit," he suggested, taking another picture.

Jillian smiled, sensing the game, and looked down, pointing to her feet.

"These are my cleats," she said. "And these are my team socks. And these are my soccer shorts. And this is my team jersey."

She grinned.

He moved closer, and played another card.

"Well," he said softly, teasingly. "I can't see much of your shorts there. Why don't you let us have a better look."

Eric watched her tense up slightly. The smile softened. She was nervous. She rolled her back shyly up against the light table behind her.

"What do you mean?" she asked with some hesitation.

"Well, your shorts are mostly hidden," he said gently. "Maybe you could lift your jersey up, so we can have a look at them."

He clicked a shot and watched her look nervously up at the ceiling. Then her hands moved, and she reached down to pull the bottom of her long jersey up off her thighs, and higher, up to her waist, until there was a little band of soft white skin visible above the elastic waistband of her shorts.

"Hmmm," he said playfully. "They're very nice."

Eric took three shots of her like that, then moved in to within two feet of her, entering her space.

She grinned nervously and continued to hold her jersey up.

"Uncross your legs honey," he whispered to her, watching her follow his instructions. "A little wider."

She moved her feet on the floor, spreading her legs wider.

"Good," he praised her.

He zoomed in, focusing on her shorts. They were tight, form-fitting. Eric's cock thickened up as he took several shots, framed on the soft contour of her young mound, clearly visible under the stretchy shorts. There was a little seam running down the front, down over her mound, accenting the shape there, then tucking down between her thighs.

�Between the lips of her little cunt,� Eric thought to himself.

He took another shot.

"Turn around for me," he said softly. "Let me see the back."

Jillian followed his instructions, turning to face the light table. Her jersey slipped down to her thighs once more.

"Let's have a look," Eric insisted.

Jillian shrugged, and reached down and slowly pulled the back of her jersey up off her thighs, up over the lovely curves of her delicate bottom, to her waist.

Eric's cock pulsed in approval. The stretchy material of her soccer shorts hugged her beautifully, advertising the lovely round shape of her cheeks.

He'd seen hints of her bottom through her underwear a week ago, as he pulled a different pair of shorts down off her. But this was much different.

"Very nice," Eric praised her, and then asked playfully. "And what do soccer players wear under their shorts?"

She giggled, swaying nervously, flexing her bum.

"Underwear," she answered.

"Any special kind of underwear?" he asked playfully.

"No," she replied quickly.

"Hmm, any special color of underwear?" he continued.

"No," she said.

"Well," Eric whispered softly to her. "And what color is the underwear you have on today?"

Jillian stirred nervously.

"It's O/K," he said. "You can tell me."

She thought for a moment.

"Ummn," she stammered. "There like white, with some blue on them."

"Oh," Eric whispered.

He took several shots of her lovely bottom in her form-fitting shorts.

"And would you like to show them to us," he asked softly, emphasizing the seriousness of his question.

She stirred on her feet.

"Would you?" he asked again.

"O/K," she managed to whisper back.

"Good girl," he said. "Then why don't you keep holding your jersey up, reach around, and pull your shorts down for us."

He watched through his lens, as the little 10-year-old pressed her arms against her sides, holding her jersey up, and reached down with both hands to tuck her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her soccer shorts.

Eric took a shot, then several more, as the little girl slowly inched her stretchy soccer shorts down off her bottom, taking care to leave her panties in place.

Eric's cock throbbed, watching her strip her shorts down, seeing her cute little bottom come out from behind the stretchy black material.

"They are white and blue," he said teasingly, taking several pictures of her standing there, with her shorts around the top of her thighs, showing him her underwear.

"Push them down further," he whispered to her.

She did as he asked, pushing her shorts right down onto her thighs.

Eric quickly reloaded his camera, then moved in close to capture her bottom. Her panties were quite loose and only hinted at the shape underneath, showing so little.

The way things had worked out a week earlier, on all his rolls of film, he didn't have one picture of the little 10-year-old's naked ass. He hoped to change that today.

"Turn around," he said softly.

Jillian turned slowly around, bowing her head shyly, holding her jersey up.

"That's it," he whispered. "Good girl."

Eric noticed her hands trembling slightly, as he zoomed in, taking shots of her underwear from the front. Her panties were too loose over her mound and down between her thighs. He couldn't really see any shape underneath.

"Let's take your shorts right off," he suggested softly.

It was strange. The first time, a week earlier, every step they had taken was like a new hurdle he had to jump with her, going to his studio, posing for him, undoing her halter top, letting him see her nipple, undoing her shorts, letting him pull them off her, taking her underwear off, spreading her legs, letting him take pictures of her little cunt. Every step on that journey had been delicate new ground.

But this time it was different. She'd already done this once. There were no real decisions to make. She made her decision when she found her way back to his studio on her own. Both of them knew where it was going, and both of them knew that she was going to strip naked for him.

She paused for a moment, then stooped and pushed her shorts down to her ankles. The movement caused her jersey to slip down again, hiding her body, as she reached for the laces on one of her shoes.

"No," he said quickly. "Leave your cleats on. Pull your shorts off over them."

Jillian did as he asked, tugging her feet out of her soccer shorts, leaving her cleats on. Then she placed the shorts up on the light table behind her, and turned back to face him, looking nervously down at her feet, poking at the carpet with one of her cleats.

Eric took a couple of shots, capturing her innocence.

"O/K now," he whispered intently to her. "Why don't you show us what soccer girls wear under their shorts."

It wasn't a question. It was part of the game.

Eric focused sharply as the 10-year-old followed his direction, and reached down to gently tug her jersey part of the way up off her thighs.

"Spread your legs wider," he whispered to her, watching her respond, moving her feet apart on the floor. "Good, now keep going."

Eric's camera click-whirred as he took several frames of her lifting her jersey up to show him her underwear.

"Good girl," he encouraged her. "All the way up."

Jillian trembled nervously, and lifted her jersey up to her waist, standing there in her underwear, with her legs spread, letting Eric take pictures.

"Now the back," he said softly.

She turned, continuing to hold her jersey up over her waist, and showed him her bum, delicately veiled under the loose material of her underwear.

Eric took several shots, capturing it all, her hands holding up her jersey, the bright yellow of her team socks, and the lovely form of her young bottom, deliberately exposed, and thinly veiled under the material of her little white and blue panties.

He moved closer to her on his knees, sliding up behind her, not touching, but leaning over to whisper in her ear.

"You know what?" he said softly.

"What?" she whispered back.

"You are a very lovely little model," he said, �and I'm so glad you wore your soccer uniform today. It's perfect."

She turned a little to look over her shoulder, grinning shyly.

"Now I'd like you to show me what a soccer girl looks like without her underwear."

She trembled, pulled her lower lip into her mouth, and turned away, unable to look into his eyes.

"Do you think you'd like to do that?" he asked playfully.

Eric watched her head lean forward, and heard her sigh.

"Yesss," she replied in an almost inaudible whisper.

"O/K," he instructed her. "Then why don't you do that right now. Hold your jersey up, and pull your underwear down."

"I'm nervous," she pleaded softly.

"It's O/K," he said reassuring her. "Don't be shy. You look lovely."

Eric framed in close, watching Jillian slip her arms down her sides, holding her jersey in place, reaching for her panties, pushing the material slowly down off her bum and unveiling it for him. He took several shots as she pushed her underwear down onto her thighs.

"O/K stop there," Eric instructed her. "Keep holding your underwear."

Eric wanted the intent of her exposure to be obvious. He didn't just want a picture of the little 10-year-old's naked bottom. He wanted a picture of her standing in his studio, in her soccer uniform, pulling her underwear down to show it to him.

It was incredible, seeing those sweet little cheeks, so soft, watching them flex nervously. He moved in close, down low, focusing on that gentle valley between her cheeks, seeing where it disappeared between her thighs.

Eric took a series of shots then had to stop to reload again. He would have to get her underwear off to see more.

"O/K turn around now," he said softly to her.

Jillian slowly turned around to face him, holding her top in place with her arms, and stood there with her thumbs still tucked in the waistband of her panties, down around her thighs, with her little cunt naked and exposed.

Eric shot several more pictures.

The anxiety of the other day was gone. She'd come back on her own after the first episode. She'd come looking for him, at his studio, on a Sunday. They both knew she was willing.

There was still a deep nervousness there, but it was tied to the boldness of the things she was doing, standing there like that, letting him take pictures of her.

He moved in at a lower angle, and shot a couple of closeups of her soft mound, and the two little lips that dipped between her thighs, then he rose up to look in her eyes.

"Lets take them off now, sweetheart," he said softly.

Jillian gasped, then gently stooped to push her panties down past her knees, letting them fall around her ankles. Then she lifted, first one foot, then the other, tugging her underwear off over her soccer cleats.

Eric shot the sequence, watching her jersey slip back down over her thighs, watching her turn and place her panties on the light table with her shorts.

She turned back to face him with her hands clasped in front of her, nervously bouncing her bum back against the light table. She could have walked down the street like that, without attracting the least bit of attention. She looked like a normal little girl in a soccer uniform. Except that this little girl, was alone with a man in his photo studio, modeling for him, and her sexy little cunt, and her cute little ass were completely naked up under her big green soccer jersey.

Eric took several shots, getting her to pose, standing there like that, looking at the camera, capturing the normal, innocent quality that showed up in all the studio shots he took of kids in their sports uniforms.

Then he got Jillian to completely destroy the innocence of those normal images.

"Lean back against the table a little," he said softly.

Jillian leaned back and put her elbows on the edge of the light table.

"Now spread your legs a little bit," he encouraged her.

Jillian moved her feet apart on the floor.

The impact was immediate. The pose was so undeniably sexual, with her legs spread, with her leaning back like that, with her pelvis pushed provocatively out towards the camera,.

"O/K, good girl," he encouraged her. "Now show us what you have up under your jersey."

She was incredibly caught up in the playful nature of the game. It was like she understood what he was doing, trying to capture the normal little girl in her, and the other side as well, the little girl who likes to take her clothes off, who lets him take pictures of her naked.

Jillian held her pose, leaning back on her elbows, inching her fingers over to tug on the material of her big green soccer jersey, slowly pulling it up off her thighs. She even stopped for a moment just as she reached that point of no return, when going further meant revealing something.

She was incredible. She looked at Eric and gave his camera a shy, teasing smile.

Then she looked down and watched her little cunt come into view as she tugged the jersey up, all the way up to her waist, and held it there.

"Beautiful," he whispered.

He was right there on his knees in front of her, and she was pushing her pelvis out towards his camera, brazenly showing him her little cunt.

He felt that incredible desire building inside him again. He wanted to crawl to her and touch his lips down on the soft rise of her young mound and kiss it, thanking her for showing it to him. He wanted to tilt his head back, tuck his face up between her young thighs and touch his lips onto hers. He wanted to slip his tongue out and tenderly, gently, lick her lips, slipping between those hairless ribbons of soft skin, finding the warmth of her little hole. He wanted her to feel the intimacy of him gently working the tip of his tongue up inside her lovely young cunt.

"Easy boy," he warned himself.

He took a series of pictures of her like that, pulling back to capture the context of her jersey, her knee-socks, her cleats and her mischievous, playful attitude, then pulling in to shoot her beautiful little cunt again.

"O/K, lets go over here," Eric said, sighing softly, taking her hand, leading her over to the couch, sitting her down, leaning her back into one corner of it.

She was sitting there with her knees together, straight out in front of her. In that position, her soccer jersey came almost to her knees. Eric took a couple of shots.

"Now put your hands in your lap, and slide your left leg right up onto the couch," he instructed her gently.

"My cleat will get the couch dirty," she said.

"That's O/K," he insisted.

He took a shot as she slipped her leg up onto the couch. She kept pressing the material of her jersey down into her lap, hiding herself as she spread her legs, creating a tantalizing shadow down along the line of her inner thigh.

"Press your knee right up against the back of the couch," he said softly.

She did as he asked.

"Good," he praised her. "Now move your right leg out of the way."

She gasped softly and bit her lower lip, as she spread her legs wide for him.

"Now slide down a bit on the couch," he told her.

She let her body slip forward on the couch, moving into a semi-reclined position, feeling the action tug on the material of her jersey, pulling it a couple of inches up her thighs. Still she managed to keep herself covered.

He took a couple of shots.

"Good girl," he whispered to her.

"Now let's have a look at our little soccer girl," he said softly.

She was breathing in little gasps, and trembling slightly. She had a strange dreamy look in her eyes, like she was in some other place.

"It's O/K," he said softly. "Lift up your jersey."

Eric fired off three quick shots as he watched her slowly slip her hands out from between her thighs, lifting the hem of her jersey, letting him see her like that.

She was beautiful, with her tight black shorts and her little panties sitting on the light table over in the corner, lying back on the couch in his studio, with her legs spread wide. She was looking at the camera with a nervous, mischievous glint in her eye, lifting her bright green jersey, being a sexy little soccer girl for his camera and showing off her sweet little cunt.

He loved it. The scene was so erotic, with her laying back like that, wearing her sports cleats, her team socks, her big jersey, and nothing else. She looked so good. Once more Eric fought with that powerful urge, wanting to lean forward, and let the 10-year-old feel his lips and tongue.

Eric shot an entire roll of film of her like that, encouraging her to slide forward on the couch, until he had her with her bum half off the edge, both her feet on the floor, with her legs spread wide and letting him shoot close-ups.

Then Eric very gently coaxed her down onto the soft carpeting, leading her to crawl out onto the open floor.

Eric positioned Jillian gently on her knees then coaxed her to lean forward onto her hands. He pulled her jersey down so that it covered her bottom...barely, with the hem hanging over her cheeks.

He took several shots of her like that, from many angles, getting her to raise her head and let her back sag, getting her to smile for him. She was a natural. He moved around behind her and knelt down to take a couple of shots, then he leaned lower going down onto his elbows, shooting up under the hem of her Jersey, seeing the tender lines of her little cunt in the shadows.

"Spread your legs sweetheart," he whispered softly to her.

The little 10-year-old moved her knees apart on the floor, spreading her legs for him. The action lifted the hem of her jersey slightly, letting a little more light underneath it. Eric took another shot of her young cunt.

"You are a beautiful little model," he praised her, hearing her sigh, almost sensing her blush.

Eric rose back up onto his feet and stepped around her, to her side, then gently reached down and tugged the brightly colored jersey up off her young bottom, leaving it bunched up at her waist, hearing her gasp softly, nervously.

He took a couple of shots of her from the side, capturing the incredible image of the 10-year-old soccer girl on her hands and knees on the floor of his studio, looking nervously at the camera, wearing nothing from her waist down to the top of her yellow knee-socks.

Eric slid over on his knees, moving around to a point where he could see both cheeks of her bottom. He leaned down and took a shot, and then slipped further around behind her.

He stooped forward and down onto one knee, leaning right over to frame and focus on her from behind.

"Beautiful," he whispered softly, taking a shot, capturing the soft lips of her little cunt, the gentle shape of her cheeks, and down between them, the little bud of her young asshole.

Eric shot a series of pictures of her like that, showing him everything.

His cock was raging in his pants as he dodged around to her side again and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"Go down on your elbows honey," he coaxed her.

Jillian did as he asked, slipping down onto her elbows, laying her head on the floor. The action caused her jersey to slide down her back, leaving it bunched up around her shoulders.

Eric stood and stepped out to the side of his little soccer girl once more and shot her like that on her knees, bent right over with her head laying sideways on the floor. She was virtually naked, with her bum in the air and her dreamy eyes were looking at him.

Then he moved behind her again, shooting her from up high, capturing the incredible lewdness of her exposure. She was breathing in sharp gasps. Clearly it made her nervous, but she closed her eyes, and let Eric take pictures of her, like that, showing him everything.

It was all right there for him to see, the sexy, hairless lips of her young cunt, the naked cheeks of her bottom, and the delightfully exposed little button of her young asshole.

�You're a naughty little girl Jillian Peever, showing me your bum like this,� Eric thought to himself as he continued to shoot. �Do you like that? Hmmm, do you like showing it to me?�

Eric wished he could speak to her that way, lean over and whisper in her ear, and take the game up a level, but he had a deep fear of going too far, too fast.

He could hear her gasping as he worked his way through another roll of film.

It was almost unbelievable. Eric knew there was no way a 10-year-old girl would strip naked for him, and let him take pictures of her like that, if she didn't want to. Especially coming back like this, after the first time and doing it again.

Incredibly, she was only 10 years old, but she was the boldest little exhibitionist Eric had ever met. He even convinced her to reach around with her hands, and press her fingers into the soft skin of her cunnie lips, coaxing them apart, showing him her warm slit and the tiny hole of her little cunt.

Eric shot a final little series of her like that, then lay his hand down on her bottom, getting her to roll down onto floor, and over onto her back.

She brought her hands shyly up to her face, perhaps relieved that delicately intimate exposure had ended, perhaps nervous about what might be coming next.

Eric got her to spread her legs, moved on his knees between them and took some shots of her like that.

"Take your jersey off," he told her.

Jillian sighed, lifted her upper body and pulled the big jersey up over her head and off, letting in fall to the floor beside her. She was naked except for her socks and cleats, but they weren't in the picture.

"Spread your legs wider sweetheart," he whispered softly to her.

Jillian spread her legs for him with her eyes half closed. She seemed almost in a daze.

Eric framed on her young face, then held the camera with one hand, reached down with his free hand, found the hard shaft of his cock through his pants, and traced around its outline and showing it to her.

She'd seen him do this before, but that had been an accident. Today it was deliberate.

He watched her eyes flicker, and open a little. He heard a little gasp. He clicked the shutter, capturing an image of her looking at his cock. She had that dreamy look in her eyes. There wasn't a hint of nervousness. It was like she expected it, like she knew it was coming.

He took a few more pictures of her watching him stroke his cock through his pants. She seemed fascinated by it. He let her get a sense of the size of it, stoking up and down the full length of the shaft, squeezing it for her in a bold sexual display.

Eric lowered his camera. He looked down at her lovely little cunt as he continued to rub himself, then back up into her eyes, seeing her intently focused on his pants, on his cock.

Her lips were parted. She was breathing heavy.

Eric gently pumped his hips, moving in a slow, lewd fucking motion, in time with the stroking of his hand up and down the shaft of his hard cock.

He heard her gasp, and saw a subtle bit of movement in her. Her pelvis was lifting a little, and dropping, in a slightly jerking motion.

"That's a good girl," he whispered softly. "There we go."

Her eyes remained fixed on the fucking motion of his hips, and the lewd rubbing of his hand on his cock, as her right hand moved slightly, then lifted up onto her hip, with her slender fingers pointing down towards her mound.

"That's it," Eric encouraged her gently, watching her little hand move again, inching over onto her lower tummy, and slightly downward.

"Go ahead," he whispered softly. "Touch it."

Eric clicked off five shots as he watched his little soccer girl slide two fingers down over her young mound, find the top of her warm slit, slip down along it, and rub tentatively in a little circle.

"That's it sweetheart," he praised her. "Don't be shy."

Her eyes were still on his cock. She watched him stroke it, lying there, with her legs spread wide, with two fingers down between her thighs, rubbing her little cunt.

"Do you want to see it?" he asked her softly.

Her eyes darted up to look into his, nervous again, questioning and uncertain.

He smiled at her and he saw her swallow then gently let her eyes fall back down to look at his cock. Then she nodded nervously.

"O/K," she whispered.

With his camera hanging loose around his neck, Eric began to reach with both hands for his belt, fully prepared to unbuckle it, pop the button behind it, pull his zipper down, open his pants, and push them down with his shorts, freeing his big cock, letting her see it, naked, sticking straight out, stiff and hard, hungry for her.

"But I have to be home at five o'clock."

Eric quickly whipped his left arm up to look at the watch on his wrist. It was 4:30. Shit, it wasn't going to happen. He had to get her dressed.

They stood up. Eric loaded another roll of film and turned to take a series of her getting dressed. He coached her, telling her to move slowly, to pull her panties on first, to stand and look at the camera, then pull her stretchy black shorts on. Finally she tucked her head and arms into her big jersey and let it fall down over her. She was a soccer girl again.

Eric smiled and took one more picture.

They walked hand in hand out to the store-front then Eric knelt down in front of her.

"You are very beautiful," he said softly to her, "and you are a very talented little model."

She grinned shyly and lowered her eyes.

"Would you like to do this again sometime?" he asked her, hopefully.

She twisted nervously on her feet. "O/K," she said softly.

"Well how about next Sunday again, after your soccer practice," he suggested.

She thought about it for a moment.

"O/K," she said.

Eric leaned forward, and touched his lips on hers, giving her a little kiss.

"Do you want me to drive you over to your street?" he asked.

"No," she replied. "I can walk."

He kissed her forehead. "Then I'll see you next week," he whispered.

"Yesss," she said softly.

Eric stood, and was about to unlock the front door, when a thought occurred to him, and he turned back to Jillian.

"Honey, are you in Girl-Scouts?" he asked her.

"I was in junior scouts," she said. "But I stopped going this year."

"Do you still have your uniform?" he continued.

She thought for a moment.

"Yes," she replied. "It's in my closet, in my room."

It was Eric's turn to think for a moment.

"Could you bring it with you next week?" he asked her.

"My Girl-Scout uniform?" she questioned.

"Yes," he said. "Maybe you could put it in your soccer bag. No one would notice."

They both looked down at her soccer bag on the floor. There was obviously room inside for a Girl-Scout uniform.

"And then you'll want to take pictures of me in it?" she asked, as if to confirm what he was asking.

"Well, yes, if that's O/K," he said.

Jillian blushed.

"O/K," she said. "I'll try."

Eric's cock was big and hard in his pants, at the prospect of shooting one of his biggest fantasies.

�And maybe living it,� Eric thought to himself, remembering the dreamy look in her eyes and the soft sound of her young voice, as she acknowledged, that she wanted to see his cock.

He turned, unlocked the door, and was about to open it, when he felt her press up against him, giving him a hug. He reached down and hugged her back. They smiled at each other then he opened the door and let her out, watching her through his window, until she disappeared down the sidewalk.

Chapter 4

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 knee-socks 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 store-front 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 led 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 store-front 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.

"O/K 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?"

"O/K," 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.

"O/K, 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.

"O/K, 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 O/K," 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.

"O/K, 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 O/K," 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 and 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 and 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 and 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 lying 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 and 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.

"Its O/K 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.

"O/K, 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 lying 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 and 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 its length.

Then Eric gently pulled her hand back a little and slipped his own fingers inside his fly with her's, 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 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 only 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.

"Its O/K 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. His hard cock was sticking out of his open fly, seeing her fingers wrapped around its shaft, seeing the incredible intimacy of the contact between them, seeing her young nostrils flaring and seeing the end of his cock sticking in her mouth.

"O/K, 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 O/K," 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 her's 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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