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 Eleven - Part 3
   The following week Karen didn't come by even once.  We hadn't made a
definite arrangement about another modeling session, but as I sat through
the long afternoons working at my cases, I found myself longing for the
doorbell to ring and her pert little body to push its way into my house. 
As for the pictures we had taken, I worked on them some in the mornings,
picking out a few good ones to possibly send in to talent agencies.
   On the next Monday afternoon, right after school ended, there was a
knock on the door, and there was Karen, dressed in her signature white
shorts and halter top, a bright smile on her face.
   "Hi Jason.  Ready to take some pictures?"
   I hadn't prepared a thing, and a part of me wanted to send her packing,
teach her a lesson in fact.  But another part of me was just lost in wonder
at her lovely, fresh beauty.
   "Sure, come on in, Karen."
   "Where shall we work?  In the studio?"
   And the studio it was.  I don't know what had gotten into Karen on that
particular day, but she was almost inspired as a model.  I didn't need to
tell her a thing, she just picked one pose after another.  On a previous
visit she had looked through the different backdrops we had in the studio,
and this time she picked one out for herself.  It was a bedroom scene, with
canvas illustrations of a lavish, four-poster bed in the background.  The
props were an antique dressing table, and a velvet chaise longue.
   Karen looked sexy in all of her poses, but today she seemed to have
taken on a special dose of the magic elixir.  Her smile was alluring and
erotic, the bend of her body was inviting.  I don't know where she had
learned all of that body language, but she knew exactly what she was doing.
In one set of shots, she stood looking over her shoulder at the camera, her
lips pouting, her teeth flashing that brilliant smile.  She wasn't wearing
any makeup at all, yet she looked for all the world like a sophisticated
adult model.
   "Do you like that, Jason," she asked, and there was something
tantalizing and erotic in the tone of her voice.  "God, yes.  Karen, where
do you learn all these sexy poses?"
   Still looking back at the camera, she flashed her eyes at me.
   "You think I'm sexy?  Jason, you should be ashamed of yourself.  Do you
know how old I am?" She was mocking me - there were no two ways about it.
   Then, as though struck by an idea, she allowed her smile to grow sly and
thoughtful: "Okay Jason, if you want sexy, what do you think of this?"
She turned her head back to face away from the camera.  I saw her hands
fumbling with the button of her shorts.  Then, very slowly, she began
easing her shorts down over her buttocks.  I thought it had to be a tease -
there was no way she would go more than an inch or two.  But she didn't
stop.  Slowly, slowly, wiggling her bottom a little as she did so, she
eased down her shorts and underwear, until more than half of her bare
bottom was showing.  Then she looked back at me with that wicked smile of
hers.  "Is that sexy, Jason?"
   I was snapping for all I was worth.  My mouth had gone completely dry,
so that I couldn't swallow to save my life.  All I could do was nod - I
actually felt my face burning red - and continue snapping my shutter.  And
to my amazement, she eased those shorts down even further, until the whole
of her buttocks were revealed.
   They were just about the most beautiful sight I had ever seen - a
powdery white next to the honey tan of her lower back.  They still had none
of the fullness of womanhood - they were straight but full and firm, with
an adorable dimple in the corner of each.  My eyes strained to catch the
budding womanhood at the bottom of her crack, but that she was keeping
hidden.
   Looking back at me, she gave that pouting smile for the camera, then she
slowly pushed her ass back at me, and brought her mouth into an arch "O".
It was a cliche, but it was also a perfect miracle.  I said nothing, just
snapped for all I was worth.
   Finally, she pulled her shorts back up and turned to face me.  "Did you
like that, Jason?" I noticed that she had left her button and zipper
undone, revealing the top of her white underwear, decorated with a little
pink rose at the top.
   "Karen, that was..." I didn't know what to say.  But she wasn't
finished.
   "Well, how about this?"
   Slowly, she opened up the V of her zipper, until her shorts were opened
wide.  Then, hooking her thumb into her underwear, she began pulling it
down.  She pulled down the top of her white panties, until I could clearly
see a few wispy black hairs, the first signs of puberty.  She stopped just
above the beginning of her crack.  The mound in which it nestled was
clearly visible.  All the while, her mouth was pouting in a sexy smile. 
With her other hand, she began pulling her halter-top up her stomach, until
she reached the bottom of her chest.  The beginning of her little mound was
clearly visible, as was the bikini line from honey-brown to pure white. 
She thrust her hip provocatively to one side, and thrust her tongue out a
little.  I could hardly believe what I was seeing, and alarm bells were
ringing all over my head as I thought about the possible consequences, but
I wasn't it control - she was.  It was Karen who was setting the agenda
today.
   Finally, I managed to find my voice.  "I don't believe what I'm seeing,"
I said, aware that my voice sounded cracked and gravelly.
   "Do you like it?"
   All I could do was nod, and keep on snapping.
   After an age, Karen released her underwear and halter top, and stood
facing me.  I thought perhaps her breathing was a little heavy.  Was she,
too, getting excited by this display?  Still smiling at me, she stood,
expectantly.  Finally she asked in a soft voice, "What should I do next,
Jason?"
   "How about lying down?" I managed to say.  Obligingly, Karen stepped
over to the chaise-lounge, and sat on the edge facing me.  Her shorts were
still unzipped.  Still smiling at the camera, she put her finger in her
mouth while she brought her legs slowly apart.  I snapped for all I was
worth.  Was there no limit to her daring?  Just how far was she going to
go? Her shorts were just loose enough to reveal her white panties where
they sat tightly against the top of her thighs.  Easing the zipper even
more, she once again pushed the top of her panties down to reveal the
sparse hairs at the top of her mound.  Taking her other hand out of her
mouth, she brought it down to her halter top, pulling it up again to her
chest.  The dark skin of her stomach made her white crotch with its few
black hairs look unbearably inviting.
   And now she slowly lay down.  Her right hand lay gently over her
panties, still putting enough pressure on them to reveal the white skin
underneath, while her left rested on her chest, holding up her halter top
and appearing to gently caress her pubescent mounds.  Her knees were
slightly raised, her lovely little feet fit snugly in a pair of white socks
with pink bobs.  Her legs seemed incredibly dark against the white of her
socks and shorts, and of her panties which were still visible under the gap
of her shorts.
   "Are you getting some good shots, Jason?" she asked.  Her voice was
perky and normal, nothing like my own thick-coated throat and heavy
breathing.  It was as if it was completely normal for her to be lying in
this position.
   "They're fantastic," I managed to sputter.  "But Karen, you know these
are almost..."
   "Almost what?"
   "Almost too..." I had lost my nerve.
   "Too sexy?  Why, I'm not really showing anything bad, am I?"
   "Not bad, no.  Beautiful."
   "Shall we try something else?"
   And she rolled over onto her stomach.  Leaning her chin on one hand, she
looked back at the camera and smiled as I continued snapping.  Her halter
top was halfway up her back, revealing the supple sheen of her spine.  I
could no longer see her bikini line, but her legs remained slightly apart,
revealing the edges of her panties where they gripped her thighs.  She
raised her calves into the air and smiled naughtily like a playful little
girl.
   "How's that?" she asked.  "Still too sexy?  Or is it not sexy enough?"
   "Why, what else did you have in mind?"
   Slowly, without saying a word, she began to ease her shorts down over
her buttocks.  When they were half way down, she raised her behind from the
bed, and waggled it at the camera.
   Her shorts and panties were half way down her butt, revealing the tight
flesh and lovely mysterious crack of her buttocks.  I snapped and zoomed,
my lens filling with the powdery white flesh of her impossible beauty.
   What did she want me to do?  What was she trying to tell me?  I felt
there was no going back.
   "Karen, why don't you take them down a little more?"
   Nodding slightly, as though confirming something she had expected, she
began to ease her shorts down over her buttocks.  This time, she pulled
them all the way down, till they were over the middle of her thighs.  Her
entire behind was clearly revealed, and as she eased her thighs apart, I
could clearly see the impossible mystery of that dark crack between her
legs.  I couldn't tear my attention away from it, and after a moment I
realized that the pictures I was taking were pure pornography - close-ups
of her buttocks, of the crack of her behind, and of that alluring, smoky
dream.  I zoomed in on the outline of her labia, still narrow and unformed,
but just beginning to unfold.  It was only when I forced myself to look
back up to her face that I saw she that while she still had a smile fixed
on it, her eyes were full of tears.  I didn't have the time or the
concentration to unravel it all.  What was going on?  How had this
happened? What had I done wrong?  I knew I had somehow betrayed her, but I
was also too lost to do anything but follow these rapids to wherever they
were going to take me.
   "Karen," I whispered, not daring to move, but feeling a sense of
inevitability about what came next.  She let her bottom back down onto the
chaise, and lay her head down to one side.  The tears were flowing freely,
and she was no longer trying to smile.  But even as she lay in that
attitude of defeat, she eased her thighs apart a little more still, and
when I came to her and ran my fingers over her buttock, she shuddered a
little, and put her hand over her eyes.
   It was beyond my control now.  She was offering me the stuff of my
dreams, and I no longer knew the difference between dreaming and waking. 
Slowly, I ran my hand up and down her buttocks and thighs, until it rested
on her shorts.  With a quick movement, I pulled them all the way down and
over her right ankle.  They rested on the bottom of her left leg, like
discarded tissue paper.  Pushing her legs apart even a little more, I
feasted my eyes on the magic of her sex.  Her crack was dark, with a
translucent pink tinge to the opening that was revealed as her legs came
apart.  It was like a beautiful exotic flower, and I felt like a honey bee
in a tropical paradise as I slowly brought my mouth down over it.
   Karen gave a start as my tongue found her crack, running up the outside
of her lips.  It had a faint, musky, smoky flavor, not like anything I had
experienced before, but somehow familiar all the same.  When I got to the
top of her crack, I couldn't resist going even further, up the slit in her
buttocks, until my tongue rested on her asshole.  It had a sharp, acrid
taste, not pleasant by any description, but not the obvious taste you might
expect either.  Karen shuddered again as I played my tongue around her
asshole, before bringing it back down to her slit.
   I played my tongue over the edges of her slit, and then I began
exploring the inside.  She felt soft and wet - I wasn't sure if it was from
excitement, or if it was my own saliva doing that to her.  I guess I had no
idea about the sexuality of preteen girls.  But there was no doubt about
one thing: Karen was responding to my touch.  Every time my tongue found
its way up her inside to the bump at the bottom of her slit, she shuddered
as if she'd been given an electric shock.  My mouth was much too dry from
excitement and fear, but I kept up the licking for as long as I could.
   As I licked at this lovely little girl's preteen cunt, my hands explored
her body.  I ran my right hand up and down her smooth back, feeling the
soft flesh and the sparse hairs at the base of her spine, the bumps of her
spine and the outline of her pelvic bone.  I gathered the flesh of her
buttock and squeezed it away from her crack, opening the space for me to
lick at.  I ran my finger down her butt crack and around her asshole,
rubbing my own saliva into her asshole.  I ran my left hand up and down her
thigh and calf, feeling the soft flesh of the inside of her thigh, gently
pushing her legs further apart.  As I licked and stroked, I felt myself
ready to explode at the intensity of this moment.
   Karen's breath was getting ragged and harsh.  As I licked at her clit
and inside the folds of her vagina, I could hear her gasping and moaning.
There was no doubt now that the moisture inside her pussy was coming from
her own sexual excitement.  I'd run out of saliva some time back, but her
cunt was wet and velvety.  The moans and sighs coming from her mouth were
those of a woman.  I wondered if she had ever made those sounds before. 
Had she ever felt anything like this before?  Who was leading whom?  Or
were we both in unexplored territory?
   Gently, I flipped Karen over onto her back.  She quickly put her arm
over her eyes, but I could clearly see the tears staining her eyelashes.
   Pushing her thighs wide apart, I plunged my tongue into her pussy,
licking and loosening until I felt her bucking under my mouth.  Sitting up,
I gently fitted my finger into her cunt, taking care not to push it too far
in, and began feeling around the edges of her vagina and up to her
clitoris. Her pussy was soaking wet, and my finger slipped easily inside.
Slowly, as gently as I could, I pushed it a little further in, feeling the
tight hole of her vagina resist and then slowly open up as my finger
slipped deeper and deeper inside her.  Karen gasped and bucked her body,
shaking her head from side to side as though she would cast me out.  But as
my finger began pushing inside her wet vagina, I could clearly feel her
pelvis begin to thrust back.
   Her body was clearly lit in the bright studio lights.  I looked down in
wonder at this exquisite preteen girl, her powder-soft thighs open in front
of me, her dark cunt with my finger sticking into it under a white mound on
which spread a few sparse pubic hairs, her skin coffee-colored over her
bikini line, her navel soft and giving, her arms spread over the chaise
longue, her lovely mouth issuing soft moans.
   With my left hand I pushed Karen's tee-shirt right up over her
eleven-year-old breasts, admiring her tiny mounds and her protruding,
dark-meat nipples.  My finger still pushing inside her cunt, I leaned over
to lick at her nipples, taking each one in my mouth and gently tonguing it
into a stiff confection.
   I wanted nothing more than to strip my pants and thrust my penis deep
inside her.  But I knew that would be too much for her, perhaps for both of
us.  I didn't know what was going on between us, but I knew that it felt
like love and not rape.  The other thing - that would be something else
altogether.
   And her cunt was so tight and narrow.  Even my finger could barely find
its way in.  Surrendering myself to her pleasure, I began pushing my finger
deep inside her, feeling the wetness open her up under my touch, thrusting
in and out in a gentle fucking motion.  Putting my left thumb in my mouth
to wet it with my saliva, I began gently stroking her clit as I thrust in
and out with my right index finger.  Karen quickly began pushing back
against my finger-fucking motion, and as she built up to a climax her
thrusts became stronger and harder.
   Soon we were fucking as if for real, the little girl under me pushing
against my finger which was thrusting deep inside her tight little pussy,
her pelvis bucking as I rubbed her soft wet clit.  Karen's moans got louder
and louder and she put her lovely thin arm over her mouth as though to shut
it up.  She was lying with both her arms over her face, moaning and sighing
and gasping, as her whole body pushed harder and harder against my finger.
Her cunt was soaking wet, and her tight pussy felt ready to explode as it
pushed and pushed against me.  I could feel my finger push all the way
inside her -E no sign of a hymen, that bastard of a father must have
already taken care of that - and at times I wondered if I was pushing all
the way against her cervix.  But as deep as I pushed, Karen wanted me in
deeper.  As she thrust against my finger I let her push it deep into the
back of her cunt, and as she built up to her frantic climax I focused on
the soft mounds of her baby breasts, trying to will myself not to come all
over the inside of my pants.
   Karen's hoarse and ragged gasps began to get really frantic, and she was
pushing against me with all her strength.  As she reared up and into my
finger she suddenly threw her arms back over her head and shuddered with
ecstasy as her whole body exploded into a powerful orgasm.  At the same
moment I felt my own control give way, and without my ever even touching
it, my dick exploded into the biggest surge I had ever experienced,
shooting all over the inside of my pants.  Karen shuddered and moaned under
me, her thighs squeezing together and straining against my touch as her
whole body jolted again and again with the intensity of her orgasm.  Then I
felt her go limp.  Gently, I slipped my finger out from the inside of her
pussy, feeling the wetness spreading all around the inside of her thighs
and over her nearly hairless mound, already turning dry and sticky in the
warm afternoon air coming through the open window.
   Lying down beside Karen, I held her whole body against me.  The front of
my pants was soaking wet but I didn't care.  I just wanted to hold and
stroke this lovely preteen girl who had so unexpectedly given herself to
me. Putting one arm under her head, I stroked her whole near-naked body
with the other, from her soft pubescent breasts to her smooth flat stomach
to her curving pelvis to her powder-soft thigh to her wet, sticky, swollen
pussy.

   
  
Eleven - Part 3