                          Jenny's Sleepover
                         by Christopher Burg


Due to a family emergency, Jenny needs a last-minute babysitter.  Her
parents ask their neighbor, a widower, if he would mind and he
accepts.  

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Harry had lived alone for several years.  His wife had passed away at
an early age and they had no children.  Harry couldn't impregnate her
due to a bout with Scarlet Fever as a child that had left him
infertile, but not without sexual capability or desire.  They had
decided not to adopt, so he was alone.  He knew and got along with
all the neighbors, though, so he had a bit of companionship outside
the house.  The neighbor he was closest to had two children, Tommy, a
wild thirteen and Jenny, a sweet eleven.

One evening in July, Harry had finished supper and had settled into
his recliner to see what was on the tube when the back door bell
rang.  At the door he found his friends from across the street
looking very agitated.  "Harry, we have a real problem.  Tommy was
hit by a car and is in Intensive Care.  We have to go to the hospital
right away.  We will probably be there all night and they won't let
Jenny come in because of her age.  I hate to impose on you, but could
Jenny stay here tonight till we get this sorted out?"

Although he knew nothing about raising children, how could he turn
down a friend?  "Sure she can," he told them, "I'll just put her in
the guest room."

Jenny came in the house carrying a little bag of clothing and her
parents left for the hospital.  "Have you eaten?"  he asked her.

"Yeah."

"Well, I have to water my patio plants, but I guess that wouldn't be
very exciting for you."

"Sure it would.  I like plants.  I'll help."  So, off they went to
water the plants.

Harry had noticed before that Jenny seemed to be a bit ahead of her
age in physical development, but he had not spent much time with her
close-up.  She was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and a T-shirt with
some rock band on it.  The jeans had been cut very short.  As he
watched her walk around, he noticed that she was even better built
than he had thought.  She had a really beautiful pair of legs and he
loved to watch them as she walked.  She didn't seem to have much
going on in the chest department yet, though.

They stayed on the patio for a while chatting and sipping iced tea
and Harry developed a newfound appreciation for this young creature.
She acted older than her eleven years and physically could have
passed for older.  He watched as she squirmed around in her chair and
crossed and uncrossed her legs and he started realizing that there
was a nice little body hiding under her clothes.  Eventually, he
suggested they go in the house and watch television.

Looking at the clock, Jenny said that her Mom usually made her get
ready for bed when she watched TV after 8 o'clock so she would be
ready to jump in when she got sleepy.  Harry showed her to her room
and went back to the Living room to turn on the TV.  He was slumped
down in his recliner scanning channels when she returned.

She walked into the room wearing a thin shortie nightgown that barely
reached mid-thigh.  He could see her body through it whenever she got
between him and a light.  He was fascinated with this beautiful
little creature and could not take his eyes off her.

Eventually, she settled down on the floor in front of the TV,
directly in line with Harry's sight path to the set.  She propped
herself up on her elbows with her face in her hands looking at the
TV.  Her ass was pointed directly at Harry and her legs were spread
apart about a foot at her heels.  As she squirmed around into her
final position, her gown rode up almost to her waist.  Harry flipped.
She was wearing no panties.  He had a straight in view of her
beautiful bare ass and legs and could almost see up to her pussy.
She didn't act as if anything unusual was happening.  She probably
did this at home and nobody worried about it.

Harry was frozen to his chair.  If she had spoken to him, he probably
could not have answered for a while.  He just sat there and drank in
this picture of little feminine beauty.  Of course, this kind of
drinking leads to hard dicks and Harry was now sporting some sturdy
wood.  He took in all of her bared beauty, straining to see up her
pussy, but her legs were not open far enough for a good look up the
slit.

Finally he regained a bit of composure and noticed that she had been
channel flipping quite a bit.  He got out of his chair and laid down
on the carpet to the left side of her, turned up on his left side,
facing her.  "Hey, kiddo.  Don't you think you ought to pick
something and stay there?"  He asked.

"No," she answered, "I have to see everything and then decide and you
still have a lot of channels to go."

"I think you are being a brat," Harry returned.  As he said it he
gave her two small swats on her left ass cheek.  They were not enough
to hurt, just attention getters.  She giggled as he smacked.

"Oh, you think that was funny?"  he said.

"No, not really.  It kind of tickled," she answered.  He swatted her
again about the same and she giggled again.

"Well, if you liked that," he said, "How about this?"  He laid his
hand on her cheek, cupping to fit the beautiful globe exactly and
gently massaged in circles for a few turns.

This time she didn't giggle.  She kind of sighed and said, "Yeah.
That is nice."

Taking this as an opening, Harry started to gently caress both cheeks
slipping back and forth and around savoring every delicious inch of
soft young skin his hand covered.  He was in heaven.  His dick was so
hard he could have propped himself up on it.  She made her approval
obvious by the way she was squirming around and moaning.  He had no
idea an eleven-year-old girl could be so sensual and appreciate
pleasures of the flesh as she did.

After a while he started drifting his hand out farther from the
center of the cheeks, working his little circles so that he was
including the upper parts of her legs.  Little by little he dipped
down between her thighs.  She parted her legs a bit to allow his hand
to drop down into that silky area.  Her thighs were so creamy smooth.
He couldn't remember when he had felt anything so soft and sensual.
He kept caressing up over the cheeks, down the legs and down the
inner thighs.

He thought he felt heat radiating from her crotch, but that would be
too much to hope for.  She had taken to moaning a bit more than
before and especially when his fingers passed within a quarter inch
of her pussy lips.  Finally he could stand it no more.  He had to
touch this beautiful child's pussy, but he was afraid.  What if it
scared her and she thought it was an attack?  What if she told her
parents?  What if he went to jail?

He was beyond restraint and rational thought.  On the next pass
through her thighs, he extended two fingers as his hand went down
nearly to the carpet.  When he came back up he moved in closer and
slid them up through the slit of her little pussy, briefly feeling
them pass over her small clit and her cunt hole.  He heard her suck
in a breath, but she said nothing to him.  She seemed to be watching
the TV, but she was definitely paying attention to what was going on.

Since she had not stopped him, Harry made another pass and lingered a
bit in her slit, briefly rubbing her clit.  She wiggled her ass and
pushed into the fingers.  Oh my God.  This was more than he could
have ever hoped for.  Not only was she allowing him to rub her pussy,
she was pushing back, loving it.

Now he stopped the caresses and just stayed in her pussy.  He rubbed
her clit around in little circles with one finger while another
explored the wonders of her inner lips and the hole itself.  She got
hotter and wetter.  The whole slit became very wet and slippery.

About this time, she dropped the pretense of watching television and
turned her head to Harry and leaned it against his upper chest.
"That feels so good," she said.

He kissed her on the forehead.  She was snuggling her head around on
him and he kissed her cheeks and forehead as they went by.

Suddenly, as he leaned down for a forehead kiss, she turned her face
up to him and his lips landed directly on hers.  She didn't jerk away
as he expected.  She pressed into his lips gently and kissed back.

All this time his hand was still rubbing her slit and getting
everything very wet and slippery.  He put his middle finger to the
edge of her cunt hold and rubbed around the hole gently.  When the
finger was well soaked with her juices, he slipped the first joint
inside her.

"Ooh, what was that?"  she asked.

"I just slipped my finger into your hole," he replied, "Did you like
it?"

"I like it a lot," she said.

Harry wiggled the finger around a bit rejoicing in the incredible
feel of the inside of her small, young vagina.  He was clasped in
warm, velvety, snug cunt flesh and his mind was reeling.  He was
wearing short athletic shorts over Jockey shorts and a T-shirt.  He
had dribbled so much pre-cum that a wet spot had appeared on the
front of the outer shorts, but he had not even noticed.

He started moving the finger in and out slowly, only a tiny bit at
first, and then lengthening the stroke to about a half-inch.  Little
by little it went deeper into her and her moans and wiggles signaled
her pleasure in this deeper incursion to her previously unknown
erotic inner areas.  Finally the finger was as deep as it could go.

Harry could feel the end of her uterus sticking down into her little
love tunnel and it excited him greatly.  His dick kept dribbling.  He
started to move in and out finger fucking her while another finger
massaged her clit.  Now she was pushing harder back into his hand and
her breathing was becoming short and irregular.  She threw an arm
around his neck and held on tightly.  She pushed back harder and
wiggled her cunt around.  Harry felt her starting to spasm inside.

Finally it became too much for her and the first waves of her cum
overwhelmed her.  Her cunt gripped and released his finger repeatedly
as she pushed back hard, wiggling her clit against the massaging
finger.  Again and again she surged.  Harry hadn't heard her breathe
since the cum started.  He worried that she was OK.

Her cunt released more slippery fluids as she came and Harry's hand
had become quite a mess.  Then he asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yes," she panted.  "It just felt so good I couldn't talk.  What was
that anyway?"

"Well," Harry started, "You had an orgasm, a thing that happens
whenever sex play is done well.  Most people refer to it as cumming."

"Can we do it again?"  she asked.

"What, right now?"

"No, after we rest a little."

"Sure, sweetheart, we can do it all you want."

"Will it hurt me?"

"No, it may even make you feel better about yourself.  But you should
not mention this to anybody."

"I know.  Kids aren't supposed to be doing anything like this.  What
a stupid rule."

Harry brought his soaking wet hand out of her crotch, looked at it
for a second or two and put it into his mouth.  Her young cum juices
tasted so good he almost came in his pants.  One by one, he licked
off the fingers, savoring every ounce of her slippery fluids.

"Yuck," she said, "What are you doing?"

"I couldn't help it," he said, "Your juices are so sweet I just had
to taste them.  As a matter of fact, I need an even better taste."

With that, he gently turned Jenny over onto her back and spread her
legs wide.  He crawled down to her feet and then up between her legs
putting his face right into her sopping wet little pussy.

"Huh?"  she said, but did not try to stop him.

Harry ran his tongue up and down her slit, around the clit and dipped
into the hole.  He had never tasted anything so sweet in his life.

He found that if he pushed a little, he could get his tongue deeper
into her hole without much trouble.  She was so slippery and hot that
it expanded fairly easily.  He could nearly push half his tongue
inside.  He lapped at the hole and up and down the slit and spent a
bit of time licking her clit and teasing it with the tip of his
tongue.  He suddenly realized she was panting and moaning again.  He
stepped up the stimulation of her clit and soon felt the spasms
starting again.  She surged and surged and the juices flowed,
thrilling Harry even more.

When she settled down again, he knew what had to come next.  With an,
"I'll be right back," he loped down the hall to the bathroom and
grabbed a tube of K-Y from the drawer.  True to his word, he was
right back.  He didn't let her see the tube as he laid it on the
carpet nearby.

"Wow," she said, "I could do this all night."

"Let's do it with a little less in the way," Harry said.

With that, he reached for her little nightie and pulled it up and off
her.  He whipped off his T-shirt and then positioned himself between
her legs again.  Now he pulled off both pairs of his shorts and
pulled her knees up in the air and back with her feet on the floor
nearly to her ass.  Now she was wide open to him.  He thought that he
had never seen such a beautiful sight in his entire life.  Her mound
was rounded up with no hair yet and rolled down over into her puffy
pussy lips.  He moved up with his face almost into the lips and said,
"Let's try some more of this."

"Oh, yeah," was her reply.

Harry started licking again, but this time he put his hand down to
his raging hardon and stroked it a bit.  It was demanding release.
"Could she take it?"  he wondered.  He wasn't anything spectacular,
just one of those average sizes.  She was getting pretty heated up
and wet again.  He dipped his tongue into her hole and found it would
still go in nearly half way.

As he lapped, he reached out with his right hand and retrieved the
tube of K-Y.  He managed to remove the cap with one hand and squeeze
out a glob into his palm.  He brought it up to his face and smeared a
bit of it around her hole and through the slit.  She didn't notice.
Now was the time.  He wiped the rest of the glob of jelly around on
his dick lubricating everything from the head to the base.  He moved
up over her until he was looking her in the eyes and placed the head
into her slit and up against the opening to her wonderful inner
chamber.  She looked a little curious, but said nothing.  He pushed
gently and the head slipped in.  He was surprised that it went in
without more hassle, but he wasn't counting on the effects of a half
hour of pure animal heat and several orgasms.

"Oooh," escaped from her lips.  And he was sure she had liked it.  He
pushed again and a little more slipped in, but it was taking more and
more pressure to push in deeper.  She was so tight inside he thought
he might not be able to get all the way in before blasting his long
pent up cum.  Little by little he pushed in until more than two
inches was inside.  He started moving in and out, very little, very
slowly at first, and then as she relaxed, he moved faster and longer.

Once the fucking motion had started, his dick began to go a little
deeper on each stroke.  Finally he was nearly all the way in and his
pubic bone almost met hers.

He was so amazed he had been able to do this on this little girl, but
there was no denying that he could have died and gone to heaven right
then and he would have considered his life to have been complete.
She felt incredible inside.  He was fully inserted into her hot
little love tunnel.  He could feel her as his dick slipped under and
past it a bit.  He was gripped by a tight velvet glove that was hot
and slippery and he loved it.

Now he started to move in and out with ever-longer strokes until the
stroke length was several inches.  His dick was crying for release
when he heard her starting to catch her breath again and her cunt
began gripping his dick even tighter.  My God, she was going to cum
this way too.  What an incredibly sexual little wench she was.

Suddenly, as one of her spasms gripped his dick, he let go and felt a
surge of cum start in the base of his balls and rapidly roll forward
slamming its way up through his dick and exploding into her cunt.
She jerked a little when it hit her, but did not seem to be hurt by
it.  It was only the first of many such surges.  He had never before
cum like this.  He spurted and spurted into her until she could hold
no more and it oozed back around his dick and out of her, dripping
off his balls and running down the crack of her ass.  Eventually,
they both relaxed and Harry fell down on top of her, although holding
most of his weight up from her.  She wrapped her arms around him in a
bear hug and said, "Oh God, that was so good.  Can we do that as much
as we want too?"

"Sure can," he replied.

He was still revelling in the feeling of being inside of her when his
dick started shrinking and then slipped out of her with a plopping
sound.  His cum glopped out of her and down her ass to the carpet.
Harry went to the kitchen to get some paper towels for clean-up.
Later, they tried to watch TV a bit, but Harry had clearly worn the
little girl out with her first sexual experience so she started
drifting off and he put her to bed.

The next morning Harry was scrambling eggs and making toast and
coffee when Jenny got up and came into the kitchen.  "Morning,
sweetheart," he said to her, "How about some breakfast?"

"Oh, yeah!"  she answered, "I am really hungry and that's kind of
funny.  I don't usually get too excited about breakfast."  Harry
understood the hunger.

They had a nice breakfast together and chattered about nothing in
particular and she never mentioned the night before.  She was still
wearing the little nightgown that covered little and Harry took
notice of that too.

"It was really great having you here, sweetheart," he said, "I hate
to see you go now."

"Maybe not," she replied.  Jumping up and running to the window, she
looked over at her own house and said, "Not home yet."  Harry had a
bit of a reprieve.  She wheeled around and ran back across the room
landing in Harry's lap.  "We still have time for some more fun, don't
we?"  she asked.

Harry said nothing.  He just picked her up and carried her to his
bedroom.  He put her down on her feet, and in one quick motion,
pulled the nightgown up and off her.  He marveled at the maturity of
her body for only eleven years old.  He saw now that she had the
beginnings of her breasts.  They were just raised areolas with a
small nipple on top, but they were very symmetrical and stood out
almost an inch.  He just knew they would grow to be as gorgeous as
the rest of her body.

He now quickly stripped off his clothing and got her to lay on the
bed on her back.  He lay down beside her and leaned over to have a
good look at the developing little boobs.  He decided that they were
quite fine and needed some attention.  He kissed the little round
mounds, savoring their immature nature.  He licked in circles, all
around the areola and then the nipple, which he then sucked into his
mouth and teased with his tongue while sucking inward.  Jenny made
happy moaning sounds.  It was clear she liked this.

He made his way to the center of her chest and started slowly moving
down with little kisses marking the way.  He tongued around her navel
and then moved to the top of her hairless mound.  She had come a long
way since he first started her training.  He could smell the musky
odor of her sex juices starting to flow in anticipation of what was
to come.  He licked up and down her puffy slit, tucking his tongue
into the folds and teasing her clit and the hole.

She had taken hold of his rigid dick and was squeezing and stroking
it.  "Did all this go into me last night?"  she asked.

"It sure did, little sweetheart, it filled you up clear to the bottom
of your space," he answered.

"Well, fill me up again Harry.  I'm so hot now I can't stand to wait
any longer."

Harry climbed on top of her and she spread her legs out with her
knees up, like he showed her before.  He put the slippery head, wet
with pre-cum, in her slit, up against the hole and then slid up and
down the slit wetting it with both their juices.  Now the head seemed
to move on its own, seeking the luscious target.  It dropped into the
beginning of the hole and then, to Harry's surprise, it slipped right
in.  It was still tight, but working much more smoothly than their
first time.  Holding the middle of his dick, he moved it around
inside her a little, savoring the exquisite feeling of her hot, tight
love canal.  Then a little more push and another inch went in.

"Does any of this hurt?"  he asked.

"No, it feels good.  Go in deeper, I need to feel full."

Little by little, stroking into her and pushing more he sank
completely into her, right up to his balls.  He felt their pubic
mounds rub together.  It was incredible.  Now he was stroking in deep
and coming over half way out, fucking her as if she were an adult
lover.  She moaned loudly and grabbed at his back with her short
arms.  All her activity made Harry even hotter.  His load was
traveling upstream with arrival at any time.  He felt her cunt
muscles start to contract, her cum had started and he could hold out
no longer.  Spurt, spurt, spurt, he shot great gobs into her and the
excess oozed out around his tightly imbedded tool.  As usual, they
left a large wet spot where they had lain.

After a clean-up and a bit of rest, they looked across the street
just in time to see her parents coming home.  She grabbed up her
things and headed toward the kitchen door.

"Do you think you can ever come back over?"  Harry asked.

"You can count on it," was her answer.  Ten minutes later Harry
wondered how much longer it would be before she returned.  He sipped
coffee and thought about the amazing things that had happened in just
a few short hours.  His dick twitched.
