A big thank you to The Sarge for his extra set of eyes in editing.

Early on, the state child welfare agency to which I was attached, decided to create a full investigation unit utilizing state police. Only the year before, I and another rookie State Policeman were the first assigned to the Agency, so when the full unit was being re-organized and no superior officers were assigned, I was giving the Lead Investigator title. That eventually led to me being the head man in the Investigation Department, and I was only 26 when I was first appointed.

I'll never be sure if it was because of the arousing things that I had seen that made me eventually give in to my lust, or if it was that my lust was already there and I just took advantage of the opportunities that were presented, I just know that in the ensuing years, I quickly lost sight of my real purpose.

I had created two wings to the department, one concentrating on the sexual assaults of children in their homes, and the other was devoted to overall abuses where there wasn't any sexual abuse in a home.

However, my predilection for young girls, which I wasn't aware of in the beginning, became obvious to me with the case of the Dolan family. This was after only a year on the job; before I was in charge of the department.

Until the Dolan case, I'd been involved in a couple of dozen cases where children had been sexually molested by a family member (brothers raping their sisters, uncles forcing their nieces or nephews and parents with their kids). Almost all were non-consensual and with those cases where it wasn't, there was nothing remarkable to them.

Candice Dolan was another thing altogether. She had just turned eleven when her mom contacted the state agency. The mother said that she caught her husband having sex with the young girl.

At the time the only police attached to the agency were John Lotter and me. John handled the initial investigation and it was his case for three months before I ever got involved. It was at that time the State Police had just been directed to create an outside department, and recalled John and replaced him with three rookies, Pelly Green, Sammy Aliotto and Thomas Ryan.

Because the Dolan case was in the middle of the Court's involvement, John and I huddled so that he could brief me on all that had transpired.

The following Monday the court was going to assess where things stood after 90 days. At the start, the girl's father had been arrested, and the girl had been taken from her mother pending further evaluation. In the three months, the girl had been situated in three different foster homes.

What I found out from John shocked even me. The girl was still only nine when her father first molested her. Candice had apparently not been forced into performing the sexual acts with him, and in the year that followed what started out as simple touching, had moved on to include oral, as well as vaginal and anal penetration. Worse, the child apparently enjoyed and encouraged it all, once the initial acts began. At least once a month, she and her father had sex and from what John told me, the youngster was so much into it that a couple of times she even went into her parents bedroom while her mom and dad were sleeping and woke him up to come to her room.

"It's really shocking, Red," he told me. "Here, look at these." He tossed me some pictures that had been in the folder.

Almost immediately, they had my attention. Although they were of poor quality, the half dozen or so pictures showed an extremely pretty, blonde-haired little girl. And when I say extremely pretty, I am not exaggerating one iota.

"Hopefully, the shrinks will be able to change her, but from everything I found out from her and her father, young Candy is heading for a life on the street. And she's going to be the one to open her corner office, for cristsake. She's so open about how she enjoyed sex with her father that when you hear her, you have to wonder who was the original molester, him or her."

John then gave me his recommendations to pass on to the court and I bade him good luck on his future endeavors.

On Friday, the girl was brought down from her foster home upstate. The idea was that she would be put into a nearby motel with one of the social workers. Then about 3 PM, Mary Asorter, the female social worker assigned, stopped by. She and I were friendly. I'd even been out with her on a few occasions.

We traded hellos and the usual barbs, before I remarked, "You're a bit early. The kid's not supposed to be here for almost another hour. They're on the way now."

"I know. But that's why I'm here early. I got a problem Tim; hoping you can help somehow. Like use your pull?"

"What'sup?

"I had to beg out of the last guard duty thing a couple of weeks ago, and Lauder had a shit fit then. Now I got a bigger problem and I know if I ask out of this she'll totally flip out."

"What's the matter?"

"It's Todd..." she said sadly. "He's on a toot and they just brought him home a couple of hours ago. I mean, I should be there ... hold his hand or whatever, you know?"

I nodded, knowing that her brother didn't have a drinking problem but instead had a drug problem. I realized her dilemma, but wasn't sure what she was asking of me.

"And?"

"I was just wondering if maybe you could somehow handle Lauder; get her to give you someone else? You're friends with her, right?"

"No, not really..."

"Ah damn, I thought you were." I looked at Mary and she really looked as if she could use a friend, and I liked to think that I was one for her. "I was hoping you could somehow ask her to send someone other than me."

"Nah, sorry. Wish I could help. I mean, I'd ask her but..."

"No never mind. If you're not like tight with her, she'd never go along with it. That sucks, you know? Anyway, I'll be back in a half-hour or so to wait for the kid."

"Yeah okay. I'm really sorry, babe."

"Forget it, see you then," she said and then left.

She returned on schedule and the girl hadn't yet arrived. From the time Mary left, I'd come up with an idea, not one I wanted, but I was feeling sad for her.

"How'dya make out about Todd?"

"Nothing. My mom's going to have to do the best she can with him. I'm just so afraid..."

"Try this. You get the kid situated. I'll be down to relieve you. I'll stay until you can get back, after you get your brother set."

She at first lit up and then shook her head. "No; thanks anyway Tim. I'd never be able to get back; at least tonight. Maybe I'd be able to make it back by the morning, but that's the best we could hope for. To be honest, I kinda think it wouldn't be until tomorrow night or even Sunday."

I had been afraid that was what would happen, but with Mary being so upfront and so desolate, I gave in almost immediately.

"Can you at least promise to do the best you can?"

Now she really lit up. "Tom, you're a dear!"

"Yeah, well, I might just demand to take it out in trade sometime," I teased.

"Anytime, slugger," she challenged.

Although I'd seen those pictures of Candice, I still wasn't prepared for what I saw: namely, one of the most beautiful little girls this side of Shirley Temple and so much more real. The blonde hair was shoulder-length and was either naturally curly or in a perm. Either way, it was a beautiful sight seeing that curly mane surrounding that innocent looking flawless face with its penetrating blue eyes.

I introduced myself and Mary to the youngster and told her what was going to happen for the weekend, though she'd already been given a general idea. Mary would be taking her to the local 'Staying Inn' for the weekend, and on Monday she'd be going before the court. Not wanting to alarm her, I told her that someone would be staying with her the whole time, and that we'd try to get her to a movie either tomorrow or Sunday.

She suddenly smiled, and said, "Can we see that new Disney movie, something about a witch?"

I can't deny that she won my heart with that smile. God that kid was beautiful. I realize that she was only eleven, but at that point I hadn't had the slightest thought of doing anything with her, though I must admit that in looking at her, my mind did consider that she and her father had been sexual lovers.

"I'll see if it's playing around here," I told her.

"Who's staying with me, you?" she asked Mary, who nervously looked over to me to field that question.

"Yes, Mary is going to be with you. She'll set you up in the room, I'll probably come get you to maybe take you to a MacDonald's or someplace else you want. Then I'll take you back to your room and be with you ... until, er, Mary comes to relieve me."

I guess I gave it away, because she immediately shot back, "Tonight?"

Mary and I glanced at one another and she interceded, "No, not tonight, cause Officer Simpson needs to spend some time with you, finding out how you've spent the last three months, how you've been feeling, maybe going over the things that happened with your dad..."

"How is my dad?" the girl interrupted. "Is he okay? Can I get to see him?"

"Your father is doing okay, I'm told," Mary told the girl, leaving unanswered the question as to whether or not the youngster could see her father.

"You're the boss, right?" she confronted me.

"Well, I'm like in charge for this weekend, that's all. Until Monday, then the court will be deciding things."

"How come you have to ask me stuff?"

"Well, I'm going to talk to the court about you for the state."

That was the first time that I felt strange as Candice's eyes suddenly seemed to appraise me. Then she said to me, "Then I'm going to make you say good things about Daddy to them."

I smiled. For the next 20 minutes, I went over some of the questions I'd had about her family history, without going over the molestations.

After work, I stopped by my house to pick up a change of clothes, my toothbrush and a few other essentials and then headed over to the Staying Inn, pausing along the way to pick up a pizza. I got there at shortly after five and relieved Mary.

As soon as Candice and I were alone, I broke open the pizza, handed her one of the large sodas, and we made light talk while she did triple duty by watching the TV at the same time. I told her that I'd be camping out on the couch later for which I'd brought along a blanket.

I had also brought along a lap top and she asked if she could use it for an hour or so to go online to talk with friends. When I agreed, that seemed to help ease some of the tension the youngster was showing around me.

Later, as we watched TV together, I began throwing out some probing questions, though purposely avoiding the sex.

It was after 10. I had told Candice that it was time for her to go to bed. She nodded and then went into the bedroom section. After scurrying around, I heard her close the bathroom door and then I heard the shower running.

Figuring it best that I not take a shower with the youngster in the room, I just shut off the TV, leaving the dim lamp on, got down to my shorts and laid down under the blanket on the couch.

About five minutes later, the water stopped; and then I heard the youngster back in the bedroom. It was about ten minutes after that I heard the door.

"Officer Simpson?"

She was standing there in front of me in her white cotton panties and T-shirt. My eyes followed her body up to her blonde curly hair about her shoulders; her big blue eyes, and her soft pink lips. No child had ever looked so beautiful to me.

"Tim, remember?"

"Yeah, well, can I ask you something?"

I sat up, keeping the blanket strewn over my lap. "Sure hon."

"Is there any chance of my daddy getting out of jail?"

"Sweetheart," I began (was I trying to establish a closeness here?) "I'm not going to lie to you. It's not at all likely that's going to happen. Mostly everybody in the whole world thinks it's bad for a grown up man to do things with a girl as young as you were."

"But Daddy didn't make me do them."

"I know that hon."

Then she surprised me when she looked into my eyes and with that look of innocence asked, "Do you think it was bad?"

My god, just looking at her beauty was so overpowering. I think it was then that I began to realize that I wanted to see if I could bed this little girl.

"I guess from your dad's eyes it couldn't be helped, especially because you did things with him, not that he made you do. Was there anything he forced you to do or did you want to do it all?"

Her eyes seemed to be searching in her mind, as they took on a faraway gaze. Then she said, "I liked it all. Him sticking it in me, down there, my er my pussy -- Daddy liked to call it my cunt." I was immediately sporting a hard-on from hearing this little 11-year-old beauty spouting these words. "I mean it hurt a lot the first time, but I really got to like that. Even when he did me in the butt, that felt good too, but not crazy like in the pussy; that was the best with his cock."

The genie was out of the bottle. I just had to hear this kid talking sex! This was so wild and arousing. Not able to stop myself, I asked, "You didn't like it in your mouth?"

My cock was tight!!!

"Oh yeah, but the mouth stuff is different, you know? I loved sucking him, especially when I made him finish in my mouth. Only he didn't want to do that 'cause he never had any left to fuck me after that, you know? In the beginning I actually threw up when I sucked him 'cause he pushed me down so hard and then it went into my throat and he cum a lot and I wasn't expecting it and all. But after that, I really got to like doing it. I liked how I could make him so wild he'd beg me. I think I could have made Daddy do anything when that was going on. It was so cool. And I got to like his scum -- you know, his sperm stuff."

"Your father must have loved you an awful lot," I told her, as I then confessed, "I've had that done to me dozens of times and I've never been able to cum that way."

"Really?" she looked shocked. I nodded, because it was the truth. For some reason, although I liked blow-jobs as much as the next guy, I could never cum in a girl's mouth. "That's wild. I could always make daddy finish, unless he begged me not to. The mouth stuff I think is sometimes as good as the other, especially when Daddy did it to me. He didn't like to do that to me though, so he'd stop right away most of the time, but while he was doing it, I thought it was in some ways better than fucking, you know?"

I swallowed, and asked, "You miss your Daddy a lot, don't you?"

"Uh huh, yeah. I miss the other stuff too."

I was hard. My cock was tenting and I made a decision that she was going to know that. I matter-of-factly pushed the blanket, which was draped over my lower body, off me, and watched her eyes as they seemed drawn to my crotch.

"Too bad they found out about you and him. So many girls tell."

"I - I didn't!" she complained, alarmed. "My mom found us. I would have never told."

"I know what happened, hon. I was just mentioning what other girls sometimes do." I was trying to lead her on, if she was actually willing.

"Yeah I guess they do. But like I said, I would have never told on him," she said quietly. Then looking directly into my face, she softly declared, "I'd never tell on nobody."

It was up to me. I had to probably come out and openly say things, because I could only hint so many ways. Now it seemed as if she was challenging me to come out with it.

"Nobody?"

"Well, yeah, I would, but not on somebody that I wanted to do stuff with."

"Other than your father, who else would you want to do stuff with?"

"You."

"You know that goes both ways, right?"

"I know," she smiled, sure of herself.

I again dropped my eyes. The youngster's bare legs were just beginning to develop sensuous curves. Her thighs were smooth, a slight inward curve at the top where her tight panties covered her pussy; her slit was clearly outlined within the covering silk at the crotch.

"You're a hot looking girl, you know?"

She smiled again and nodded toward my crotch, "I thought you thought that, but I couldn't be sure until I saw you for sure."

"Do you want to see?"

"Uh huh, yeah," she whispered, and I boldly put my hand down and withdrew my raging hard-on through the slit. The youngster's eyes widened and seemed to zoom in on my shaft. I began to slowly stroke myself as she watched. At the same time, my eyes ran over her exciting little body. I could see her dark areolas under her shirt. There were hard little nipples thrusting out from the center of each. I reached over to rub her thighs as I slowly stroked my cock.

"Would you want suck my cock?" I quietly asked.

She looked down at me and smiled, almost as if she already knew that she could get me to do whatever she wished at that moment. After watching me for about thirty seconds, almost as if she was testing my resolve, the youngster then knelt before me, between my legs. She looked both apprehensive and wanting. If someone would have ever told me before this, that I would succumb to such young girl, a mere child, I would never have believed it; but right then, I probably would have moved heaven and earth for Candice.

The 11-year-old's small hands then grasped my cock. I uttered a low groan. Her tiny hand then began to slowly move up and down my hard shaft. Liquid seeped out of the tip and the youngster expertly somehow gathered some between her hand and my cock. I had never been so rock hard in my life. She paused and I instinctively continued to lift up and down, trying to encourage her to continue.

Then, as I pleasantly agonized, Candice moved her face downward. I was suddenly twitching my cock within her clutching hand. This little girl was going to give me head!!! My cock pulsated, almost as if anticipating the feel of her wet mouth wrapping around its drooling head.

As my breathing increased, I watched the youngster lower her head, open her mouth, and then slowly lower it over the mushroom head, sucking my cock flesh in, her tongue caressing it all around.

"Nnnnnnggggggg," came from deep within my throat.

Her little head began bobbing up and down in a medium rhythm, while her hand expertly jerked me off. Like I'd said, I'd never cum in a girl's mouth, but I can honestly say that I'd never before been sucked with such talent. Maybe it's true that you learn so much better when you're taught at a young age. Candice was a real expert cock sucker!

As I continued to groan, she pumped me for about fifteen seconds or so, and then stopped to lick and lap about the length and tip. I saw saliva starting to drip down the shaft as she worked at it. Then she again renewed her pumping before once more stopping to take as much of my cock into her mouth as she could, or to lick my shaft or balls, or to suck my balls into her mouth and fondle them with her tongue.

11 years old!?!?!

I may have never cum from a blow-job in my life, but this child was so good that I was churning inside. Candice seemed to know this too. Every time she sensed my orgasm building, she stopped altogether, squeezing my cock to calm it down.

I'd had blow jobs that lasted forever, with my problem of not being able to cum, but Candice actually had to work to get me to last longer. With each pause, she'd wait until she knew she had me under control, and then she would go back to licking, sucking, fondling and stroking my cock, balls and upper thighs. She had to have been a total daddy's delight!

I closed my eyes, every movement of her head was bliss. Her mouth was so warm and tight, I just couldn't believe it. Her tongue seemed to know exactly what to do to get me off as well, and with the wet walls of her mouth pressing in from everywhere at once, and her teeth teasingly scraping the sides of my dick as it slid down into her throat, I knew that I couldn't take much more of this. I felt the pressure buildup and knew the inevitable was about to happen.

Finally, my cock could take no more. I felt it coming and I knew that for the first time in my life I was about to erupt in a girl's mouth. Who would have ever thought it would be one so young?

"Oh god Candy child, you're wonderful. I'm going to cum..." I gasped in delight as my cock pulsated, and I began cumming. At the same time, I let go with an animalistic groan as my first spurt of sperm shot into the child's mouth, which seemed to be eagerly waiting for it.

Candice herself began moaning too, as I began shooting wave after wave of my hot cum deep down her throat. I watched her in awe, sucking it all in as I came hard. The little lovely was totally the slut, eagerly swallowing and continuously pumping my dick to milk it all out of me.

After the last spurt, she removed her mouth, and slowed down with her hand, using it in more of a slow milking processor, her tongue licking each last drop as it leaked from my pee hole.

When there was no juice left to be extracted, she stopped. She looked up at me, her eyes opening in such a way that it seemed that she was a little girl looking for her Daddy's approval. Her mouth was all red from the workout, and she was still licking about her lips and occasionally swallowing.

I began trying to bring my breathing back to normal. I smiled down at her and whispered, "I only wish that I could run away with you and make you mine forever!"

She grinned, obviously pleased at my pleasure. "Did I do good?"

"Sweetheart, you did great."

"Were you telling me the truth earlier; that you never could finish that way?"

"Scouts honor!" I told her and she smiled that precious smile again. Then in keeping with how I suspected she wanted the conversation to go, I asked, "And did you like my cum? Do I taste good?"

"Yeah, and a lot too," she giggled, and then asked, "You're never gonna be sorry?"

"Hey I'm supposed to ask that. And no one's ever gonna find out, right? Not even your Dad, ever?"

It was her turn to respond with a "Scout's honor! And you know something?"

"What's that?"

"I, er, I think I love you."

My stomach flipped. This little innocent 11-year-old beauty owned me.

"Come up here, Sweetie," I said, softly.

Candice moved from her knees to a standing position and I guided her to a sitting position on my lap, facing me. The feel of her thighs and buttocks against my naked skin felt awesome! My god, she was so tiny! This was oh so wrong, but I was never so involved and worked up in my life. I don't think there was a coherent thought in my head; I was totally under this child's spell.

She reached down and grabbed my wrists and brought my hands up to her chest, obviously wanting me to touch her golf ball sized tits. I wouldn't have suspected that she would have feelings there but I guess that she did. I slowly put my hands on her, and began to caress her nipples through her shirt. She sucked in her breath and then I heard a moan from her lips.

No longer guided by my morals, I let one hand wander down between the child's soft thighs, eager to touch and feel her panty-covered cunt. Candice 'sssst' in air as my hand made contact between her legs; her panties were damp. Her horny pussy pushed up to meet my hand.

With one hand exploring her mound and the other caressing a budding breast, I now wanted this pleasure to be full-blown. Eagerly, I moved my mouth toward hers, not wanting to force this issue unless she too wanted this.

For a brief moment our eyes met and I swear that we were talking to each other through them. I slowly moved further forward and our mouths met. The flavor of her earlier activity only seemed to add to my lust. Each of us was gently moaning into each other's mouth as we kissed, my tongue wandering with hunger into little Candice's soft sweet orifice.

The child had the instincts of the world's greatest lover. As our mouths explored for its first wondrous kiss, she moved her little hands between us, putting them onto my chest and gently rubbing my nipples. Even though I had drained myself of cum only ten minutes earlier, I found that once again, my cock was responding to this little girl.

Taking my mouth from hers, I whispered hotly, "Let me see your pretty boobs, baby girl."

I heard her giggle, knowing that she didn't really have any tits. She raised her arms when she felt me lifting her Tee-shirt up from the bottom, allowing me to pull it over her head and toss it aside.

I sucked in my breath at seeing this 11-year-old child bare-chested for me to molest. Although she didn't have any breasts to speak of yet, barely golf ball size buds, the little beauties were large and puffy, forming little mounds on her otherwise flat chest. Dark pink areolas, erect hard nipples in the center sticking out a good quarter inch. Her nipples were obviously responding to her early hormones. I moved my hand onto her chest, spread my fingers and rubbed each of them across one of those delightful nipples, having them pop between my fingers.

"Oh baby girl you are so perfect."

I gently squeezed the erect nipples; rock hard between my fingertips. Candice moaned. I pulled her close, and began to lick each nipple, sucking each into my mouth, in turn. I eagerly began to nurse at her little tits like a baby, to her obvious pleasure. As a result of the combination of my mouth on one of her titties and a hand working on the other, along with my other hand gently rubbing on her mound, the youngster began constantly letting out soft moans.

My hand was stroking gently at her soft pussy through her panties. Knowing that Candice was open to anything I wanted, I had my fingers seek the edge of the panties, and then slip under it. My cock twitched as my finger felt the 11-year-old's baby-soft cunt for the first time.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" A long sound of pleasure came from her lips.

With both of us fully aroused by now, the youngster eagerly spread her legs on my lap as my finger slipped between her cunny lips to slide in her growing wetness. Even though mine was only the second man's hand to touch her there, this wasn't enough to satisfy me. I hurriedly pulled my hand out, grasped the top of her panties and with Candice's help, we removed them.

I then had an 11-year-old girl totally naked and on my lap!

Her labia were puffy and protuberant; plumb, but tiny. I wondered at the size of her father; was it that his cock was so small that he was able to fit into Candice? I parted those lips again, sticking one finger deep into her little girl vagina while tenderly massaging her hard clit with my thumb; I thrilled as I realized that she was apparently sized enough that she'd be able to take me.

"Oh my god!" she whispered excitedly as I rotated my finger in her cunt, loving its velvety softness and moisture. Who would have ever thought that I'd be fingering a child -- and be totally excited in doing so?

"Stand up Candy girl -- let me see you hon. You're so awesome. I'm never gonna wanna let you go..."

She was panting as she hurriedly slid off my lap and stood in front of me, her legs spread at my urging. My eyes took in the amazing sight of this little naked girl, looking so excited and hot... needy!!! Yeah, the look on her face was one of need.

Slowly, I reached out and began to run my hands up and down her lithe body, over her chest and nipples, her soft flat stomach and waist, around to her rounded firm buttocks, down her thighs, up to her pussy again. It was as if the youngster was a sculptured work of mine and I was running my hands over my masterpiece, as if not believing I had created such a wonder. Only I didn't create Candice, and her sculptured frame was hot little-girl flesh.

If god existed, he must have been an artist. I was mesmerized by that little hairless mound, blushing pink and spread invitingly, with the merest hint of pink flesh glistening underneath and her small little clit, already quite firm and peering out from between her fleshy lips.

Her eyes were closed tight as if her mind's eyes were watching my hands as they eagerly roamed her little nooks and contours.

Her body seemed to exude the aromas of sex as the remnants of my cum seemed to still be about, along with the aroma that her pussy was generating by its excitement. If my mind wasn't overwhelmed by this child's being before this, it certainly was by now.

I slid off the chair to sit on the floor between her legs and just stared in awe at the hairless pussy that was being offered for me to do with as I wished.

"Sweetheart, I want to please you like you always wanted your Daddy to please you; would you like that?"

Looking down at me, I could see the excitement on her face. She nodded rapidly, and said, "Y-yes but -- you don't have to if you don't want to..."

"Oh sweetheart, you're just so good in every way, I kinda think that your Daddy just couldn't do everything he wanted with you, you're too delicious, to touch, to fuck and to eat. I want to taste all of you, baby girl."

I then raised my head to kiss her luscious cunny, my mouth eagerly pushing up to those lips as the child's hot thighs brushed my cheeks. She groaned as I made contact.

"Nnnnnnggggghhhhh..."

Immediately, I was reveling in her juvenile taste and smell. I love to eat pussy, anyway, but I'd never tasted anything like this. I'm sure it was the youth that made the difference from the musk that comes with a matured pussy.

My hands clutched her outer thighs as I smelled and tasted with urgency. I licked her pussy juice from between her inner labia, fucking my tongue in and out of the child's aroused vagina. Candice was bucking gently to my face as I slid my tongue between her lips. When I moved my mouth up to find her erect clit, the youngster began to whimper as I licked it all over and around, using my tongue to press and release it.

Her hips started to move with greater thrust as I grasped her ass, kneading her cheeks, sucking her clit, licking her cunny. Her breath was coming in gasps then as she put her hands to the back of my head, pulling me into her cunt. I let my tongue slide slowly up from the bottom of her slit to the top, pressing in between her labia and tasting her and finally ending on her clit, running my tongue in slow circles around it.

"Omigod omigod!" she cried and then moaned aloud, a high, girlish noise. Her small hands clasped tightly on the back of my head.

I impatiently repeated the process, licking slowly upwards and eventually settling in to a rhythmic tonguing of her pussy, paying her tiny engorged clit the most attention as I took it between my lips, and even my teeth, nibbling slightly on it, much to Candice's surprise.

She gasped as I nibbled gently on her clit, finally murmuring, "Harder!!" to me in a breathy voice.

I eagerly obliged, biting down the slightest bit harder on her clit, causing her a small amount of pain as I bit down gently. I could feel the youngster's legs trembling as her orgasm approached. Until then I wasn't sure that an 11-year-old could have a full blown climax, but at that point I knew for sure.

"Unhhhhhhh! Daddy never ... Oh oh..." she groaned as I felt her body tense, her buttocks becoming rock hard as she came, her climax flowing through her petite girl body in spasm after spasm.

The child's sexual explosion was so erotic, I was excited beyond belief. Although I'd already cum once, my cock was desperate to be relieved again. It wanted to be where my tongue was now finishing up.

Drained now, a leg shaking Candice leaned on me. I licked her pussy a few more times before getting up and then sitting back on the couch. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other, satisfaction and pleasure was obvious. Holding both her hands I drew her to me again, having her sit on my knees, facing me, her legs straddling me so I could feel her pussy and caress her nipples at the same time.

She was still catching her breath when she whispered, "Thank you so much. I do love you."

I smiled. "Me too, Sweetheart. I don't know how, but somehow I want to be with you forever."

She looked at me sadly and said, "We can't though, hah?"

I didn't think so either, but I knew in my heart that I was going to try to come up with a way. Still, I didn't want to get her hopes up.

"We'll see, baby girl."

My hard cock was sticking straight up in front of her. She took it in both hands and began to caress it, stroke it, and feel me all over. It was throbbing as if I hadn't had sex in years.

I actually heard myself whispering to an 11-year-old girl, "Let's fuck now."

Candice grinned and said, "You tasted better than Daddy..."

I watched as she slid up my legs. " ... and your hands feel better than his..." she added as she rubbed her wet little pussy against my shaft, and guided my cock-head between her lips...

"and your mouth was certainly better..."

She then lifted up a bit, and slowly impaled herself on my prick.

"Now let's see if you're better at this..."

I watched the child's cunny lips spread around my cock, watched it disappear into her cunt, her smooth wet vagina tight around me, like no pussy I have ever felt before! I was inside an 11-year-old girl!!!

Little Candice groaned as her channel parted to accept the shaft.

And then my cock was completely inside this wonderful little body. I pulled her to me to suck at her tits again. I could feel her thigh muscles tighten as she started to move on me, rotating her hips, moving up and down, fucking me slowly.

We were grinding against each other, still kissing. She moaned softly as I eased in and out. I ran my hands down her back and grabbed her tight ass. Her hairless pussy swallowed me up whole as my shaft moved slowly in and out of her.

We were moving together now and she was humping down onto me on every up stroke. I knew it was no use trying to hold off for long because I was so aroused that my body wouldn't allow it.

The pace was quickening for us both and I knew it wouldn't be but a few seconds longer.

"Oh god little one, I hope..." I couldn't finish my thought as sensations rose in the depths of my balls. I was on the verge, just like her. I was about to cum in this 11-year-old's pussy.

She looked right in my eyes and said, "Daddy never would, please ... inside me ... I want it... !" Her little body was bouncing on me as her fingers around my back began digging and scratching at me. I licked and sucked her nipples, then kissed her sweet mouth deeply, caressing her back and buttocks, feeling her supple muscles working her body on me.

"Oh Tim, I love you - I love you - oh god good it's good good oh oh..."

Her cunt was so tight and wet, her little body so exciting and passionate that I couldn't control my orgasm. I screamed with pleasure as she moved faster, her vaginal muscles tightening and releasing, making me squirt into her body for the second time, filling her little girl cunt with my cum. I buried my cock in her all the way nudging her cervix and unloading. I had never experienced an orgasm like that before. I shot at least six enormous streams right at her cervix and womb.

I kept hearing, "Holy shit, holy shit!" but didn't realize I was saying it. Each shot of sperm was so large that it started leaking around my cock after the first and was pouring out after the third. It felt so intense I truly almost blacked out.

I heard her say, "Give me all of it," while milking me with her pussy muscles.

As I collapsed, spent, she kept moving her exciting little torso slowly, her vagina massaging my cock, seemingly making sure I was totally empty of sperm.

Totally drained, I stayed inside her and kissed her again as she just rested atop me.

For the first time since I met her I wondered if there was any possibility that such a young girl could become pregnant.