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My name is Paul. I'm 34 years old. I'm about 5'11" tall and weigh about 170 lbs. I have blond hair and gray eyes. I've always been told that I was attractive, but I'm not too confident about it.
Anyway, here's the story that I wanted to tell you . . .

     I had recently moved to Salt Lake City from Portland. Talk about your culture shock!
Anyway, I had moved into a nice apartment complex, but hadn't really gotten to know anyone
yet. It was the beginning of November and it was cold as hell.
     My apartment was on the top level of a three-story unit. The complex was spread out over a
fairly large area, at least by Portland standards. Experience had told me that it was not only safer to go for the top level, but it was also nice if you happened to have female neighbors who liked to show off their bodies. Such was not the case with my new unit. It overlooked the laundry room and one row of windows to an adjoining unit. It did have a beautiful view of the mountains
though. I've also pretty much always roamed around my apartments in the buff. I don't know
whether it's the feeling of being unencumbered or the ‘excitement' of it, but I like it no matter
what. Living on the top floor also made it convenient.
     Nothing very exciting had happened in the two weeks that I'd been in my apartment. The
social scene was more than lacking in Salt Lake. Being a freelance writer gave me a clear schedule to date anyone who I wanted, but I found that the women in Salt Lake were more interested in a guy's religious credentials than they were in the guy himself.
     The lack of social interaction forced me into actually working. My publisher loved it when I
was in situations where I had nothing better to do than to write. I had been in Utah for less than a
month and I was halfway through a science-fiction novel. In fact, I was really getting into it.
     It was near the middle of the month when I made a discovery. Several of the children from the
community gathered in the laundry room every day after school. At first I hadn't paid any
attention to it. Then, after seeing them in the reflection from the mirror on my back wall, I knew
why they were there. I quickly moved the mirror so that I wouldn't be giving them a peep-show
anymore.
     Several days after I moved my mirror, one of the little girls came to my door and asked if she
could talk with me. I had no idea what she wanted to talk about. Actually, that's not true. I
thought that she probably wanted me to buy something. I stood in my doorway, with my robe on,
and asked what was up. She told me that her name was Anna and that she was on a scavenger
hunt. I smiled, introduced myself as "Mr. Larsen," and asked what she needed.
     Little Anna looked to be about eleven or twelve years old. She had the most gorgeous blue
eyes and blond hair that went down to her butt. I remember thinking that I'd like to meet up with
her again in a few years. She was wearing a nice flower-print dress and even had a bow in her
hair.
     Anna showed me her list and I was shocked when I saw the items on it. "This is quite a list
Anna," I said. She smiled sheepishly and said, "I know. My friends made it up and it's
embarrassing to ask people. I think that's why they did it." The list included such items as
condoms, KY-Jelley, Playboy Magazine, and the like. I smiled at her and asked, "Why did you
come to my apartment Anna?" 
     Anna's sheepish grin turned to a straight line. She slowly answered, "I hope you won't get
mad or anything Mr. Larsen, but my friends and me watched you naked when you didn't know." I
smiled and reassured her, "That's okay Anna. I was young not that long ago myself." I continued,
"So you figured that any guy who walked around nude would have all of this stuff, right?" She
perked up a bit and replied, "Well sort of." My curiousness was aroused. I pursued, "Well, what
do you mean then?"
     "Well, I kind of wanted to see you naked up close and my friends thought you'd let me once
you saw the list. Kind of dumb, right?" Anna asked. My smile broadened and I replied, "Anna,
there is nothing that I enjoy more than showing off for a pretty girl. And you are a pretty girl, but
I'd get in a lot of trouble if I did something like that." "I promise that I'd never tell!" she insisted.
     It took me a few minutes to explain the legal issues. I'm sure that she really didn't care. All
that she knew was that I wasn't going to let her see me with no clothes on. I did give her a rather
racy magazine and asked her to promise not to mention where she'd gotten it from. That cheered
her up a bit and away she went.
     Several days passed and things drifted back to the boredom of Utah. My novel was nearly
complete and I was planning to reward myself with a trip to Las Vegas. Thanksgiving came and
went and December was just around the corner. I couldn't imagine spending an entire year in the
Godforsaken state of Utah.
    After a particularly good day, I looked down to the laundry room and say Anna waving up to
me. I smiled and waved back to her. She was the only one there this time. She kept waving and
then pointed. I looked more closely and saw that she had pulled her dress up so that I could see
her lack of panties. I looked around frantically to see if anyone else had witnessed the event. I saw no one, so I motioned for her to come up. She wasted no time and raced up to my door.
     I opened the door before she got there. When she arrived, I told her to come in and then
closed the door behind her. "Anna, you really can't do that kind of stuff. I'll get in deep shit!" I
exclaimed. Her happy face turned serious immediately. "But Mr. Larsen, you didn't tell me to do
it or anything." I nodded and replied, "Anna, what you don't understand is that parents get really
pissed if they think that some guy is trying to make it with their daughter." "What if one of the
other neighbors saw you doing that? Don't you think that they'd throw me out of the complex if
they saw?" Anna started to cry.
     I took her in my arms and said, "It's okay honey. I'm sorry that I upset you. It just scares me
when you do things like that." "I just wanted you to like me!" she sniffled. "I quickly responded,
"Oh, I do like you Anna. I think you're a nice girl. If you were a little older, I'd probably ask you
out on a date or something." "Her sniffles subsided and she shakily asked, "Really? You mean it?"

I hugged her and said, "Really."

     The smiles returned to both of our faces. I asked Anna if she'd like something to drink and
told her to have a seat. She perked right up and plopped down on my recliner. "OUCH!" she
exclaimed. She bolted up from the recliner and grabbed her butt. Tears returned to her eyes and I could tell that she was in real pain. "I think that something bit me Mr. Larsen!" she tearfully
exclaimed. I told her to relax and said, "Let me have a look."
     Before I could stop her, Anna hoisted her dress and pointed her butt at my face. "Right here,"
she said as she touched a tender area just below the hairless mound that she had earlier tried to
show me. If I hadn't seen the expression on her face, I would've thought it was an act. I hesitated
and reluctantly approached to inspect the source of her pain. Sure enough there was a dark spot
that looked like a thorn. It could not have been in much more of an intimate location. I asked
Anna to wait while I got some alcohol, a pair of tweezers, and a magnifying glass.
     She was on her knees with her body resting on the recliner when I returned. It was like a story
straight out of a hardcore magazine. I was looking down at the most beautifully formed little butt
and pussy that I think I'd ever seen. I had to maintain my composure. 
     I had no choice but to rest my fingers on her little pink mound in order to remove the thorn. I
was careful to be as doctor-like as I possibly could be. Whatever it was, it was being a real bitch
to remove. Anna wasn't helping much either. Several times, when I hit a nerve, Anna would
squirm and my knuckle would slide up the groove in her little mound. I was so intent on removing the thorn that I hadn't noticed that Anna was getting quite wet. "I got it!" I exclaimed. It was a part of a broken staple. No wonder she hurt. Anna thanked me but she didn't move. 
    "Are you okay?" I asked. "Mr. Larsen?" she asked. "Yes?" I replied. "What if we pretended
like you didn't get it out yet?" I don't know why I did it. There was really no excuse, but a wave
of something came over me and I did something that I will never forget. I placed my mouth
entirely over Anna's little muff and thrust my tongue as deeply into her as I possibly could.
     "Oh my God!" Anna exclaimed. I started to suck her very hard and continued to thrust with
my tongue. "Oh my God!" she repeated. I licked and sucked her tiny pussy like I'd never tasted
one before. "Oh God, don't stop! Please don't stop!" Anna exclaimed. I didn't stop. I lapped,
sucked, and probed this little girl until her body quaked and rocked from three orgasms. 
     Then I came to my senses. "What have I just done?" I quietly asked myself out loud. Anna
turned herself over and sat up in the recliner. "I don't know" she panted. She continued, "Will
you do it again though?" I was dazed to think that I'd just made a girl of such a young age cum all over in my mouth. I asked, "How old are you Anna?" "I'm eleven, but I'll be twelve in February, she proudly replied." My heart sunk. 
     I lay down on my back and put my hands over my eyes to think. The next thing I knew,
Anna's tiny mouth was bobbing up and down the shaft of my cock. I started to stop her but then I
started to cum. My body won the battle. It hadn't taken five seconds of this little girl's lips and
tongue on me and I was shooting cum into her mouth. What is worse, she seemed to like it. She
made a few gurgling noises and then started swallowing. An eleven-year-old girl was sucking me
dry and I was enjoying it. What was wrong with me?
     "Do you want to try it with me now?" Anna asked. I gave up. "Do you get periods yet Anna?"
I asked. "No. Is that bad?" she replied. I shook my head as if to say no and then asked, "Have you ever put anything in there before?" Anna beamed and said, "Yeah. Lots of times with my brush and magic marker and stuff!" "Does it feel good?" I asked. She smiled broadly and answered, "Sometimes but not as good as when you licked me."
     I knew that it would be ten minutes or so before I would be hard again, so I resolved to give
this little girl the best sex that she would ever have in her life. I pulled my robe the rest of the way off and then helped Anna to get out of her dress. She only had little nubs for breasts but the
nipples were extremely sensitive.
     We started kissing and then I sucked her breasts. She came again once just from that. Then we moved to kissing while I fingered her. Two more orgasms. Then came the time for us to try sixty-nine. She loved it. She made me hard while I gave her five more orgasms. The moment of truth had arrived. I was about to put my cock inside of an eleven-year-old girl. And put it in I did! Anna gasped and squirmed at first. It didn't take her long to get a rhythm of her own going though. 
     I usually only came quickly the first time. Sex with Anna was no different. I managed to hold
off cumming for almost twenty-five minutes. Anna had nine orgasms in that time. When I did
cum, I rammed her. She gasped with each thrust. I held her little shoulders from underneath and
fucked her like she was the only woman left alive. She passed out just before I came. I didn't stop though. Five more good thrusts into her limp body and my cum was oozing out of her, It felt
fucking fantastic!
     I rolled Anna onto her back and went to the bathroom to clean up. Then I came back with a
couple of warm wash-cloths and a towel. There was a little bit of blood mixed with the cum that
was dripping from Anna's little limp pussy. It wasn't enough to worry about though. I got her
cleaned up as best I could, put her clothes back on her, and then woke her up.
     As soon as I knew she was really awake I asked, "Are you okay Anna?" She wiped her eyes
again and answered, "Yeah, I guess." Then I asked, "Did I hurt you?" She nodded and replied, "It
hurt but it made me get an orgasm." I thought I knew what she meant but I asked anyway, "You
mean when I did it really hard before you passed out?" Anna nodded again. I spoke quietly and
ashamed, "I'm sorry honey. I didn't mean to hurt you!" Anna slowly and lazily responded, "It's
okay. It made me feel really good too. Do you want to do it again tomorrow too? I'd better go
and do my homework now."
     The sessions between Anna and myself lasted for seven months. She became the ‘woman' in
my life and I was her man. I published five novels in that time; all of which were top sellers. I
would still be living in Salt Lake were it not for Anna's mother finding a gob of my cum on her
panties one day. Even with that, Anna never revealed my name to anyone. I still visit her about
once every two weeks and we make love like no two other people in the world. I might truly be a
sick bastard, but I share my body with someone who truly appreciates me for it.

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