"Whacha doin'?"

I looked up from my pruning to see, leaning against the other side of the fence, a vision of pre-adolescent trailer-trash loveliness--barefoot, with long, thin legs, cut-off jeans that were far too small for her and a cropped Metallica shirt that was inexpertly cut off well above the beginning of her rib cage, showing a thin, oh so thin, belly. The way she was leaning, I could tell that if I was underneath, I'd have a wonderful view right up that shirt. She was a sandy-blonde little tart, with a cute freckled face and a sweet little pug nose.

"Trimming Mrs. Hammerschmitt's hedges," I answered matter-of-factly.

"Oh. Do you live here?"

"No, I'm just helping out."

"Oh. I'm staying with my uncle for a while."

I stood up and wiped my hands on my pants. "Well, welcome to the neighborhood." I extended a hand to her. "I'm John, what's your name?"

"Julie," she said, grinning demurely and shaking my hand. "I'm bored."

"You can keep me company while I work, if you want."

"'K."

"So, where do you live?" I went back to pruning the bushes.

"Oakland Creek--you know where that is?"

"No."

"You're lucky."

"So, what grade are you in?"

"Fifth. I mean, I'll be in sixth next year."

"Fifth grade and you're into Metallica? Cool."

"It's my brother's shirt. He didn't want it anymore, so my friend Suzi and I cut it off. It's like my favorite shirt."

"Yeah? It looks good on you."

She grinned. "Aunt Cindy says it's too short."

"Don't listen to her. It looks good on you."

She grinned again, then stood up, and as if to demonstrate exactly how short the shirt really was, she reached up to one of the lower branches of the tree she was standing under. The shirt pulled up and exposed the creamy-white undersides of two delightful little preteen breasts. Not surprisingly, the girl was braless under that shirt; if she just lifted it up another inch, I'd have a fine view of everything she's got to offer. She stood like that for a while, grinning at me, obviously aware that I was staring. The little tart knows what she's doing, that's for sure.

Needing a distraction, I went back to my pruning and she let go of the branch and leaned back onto the fence.

"Julie!" A man had stuck his head out the back door of the house.

"Over here, Uncle Bob," she hollered back.

The man stepped out onto the deck, looked at me for a moment, then looked at his niece. She had grabbed a branch on the tree again, facing him now, and was sort of hanging from it, her ass sticking out provocatively in my direction, her chest sticking out in his. I knew immediately that Uncle Bob must be getting a sweet look at his niece's little budding breasts--the way she was standing, they must have been completely exposed for him.

Uncle Bob just stood there for a second, staring, then regained his composure. "Aunt Cindy and are are leaving now. There's some money on the kitchen table for you to order a pizza."

"K!" she hollered, swinging from the tree branch. Uncle Bob is one lucky dude! I strained to try to catch a glimpse of what he was seeing. At that moment, a woman walked out on the deck, looking quite ravishing in a little cocktail dress. Julie immediately stood up. The woman glared at the man, then squinted her eyes threateningly at me, then looked at Julie. "Julia Ann Martin, how many times do I have to tell you to not dress like that? Get in here and change into something decent!"

"OK, Aunt Cindy," the girl said. She shot me a sheepish grin and took off to the house.

A bit disappointed, I figured the diversion was over and I went back to pruning the bushes. But, I was pleased when a few minutes later, Julie came back out into the yard, now looking considerably more decent in a white blouse and a skirt that ended just above her knees. "Well, they're finally gone," she said as she got to the fence.

"Yeah? Man, your Aunt Cindy really is a prude, huh?"

"Naw. She just doesn't like the way Uncle Bob looks at me!" She gave me a mischievous grin. "Actually, according to my mom, Aunt Cindy is a total slut."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, she says that if she still sleeps around like she did in high school, Uncle Bob better be careful!"

By now, I'd finished all the pruning and was gathering up my tools.

"So, you're all done?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"You gonna take off?"

"Yeah, I guess so." I have to admit I was a bit disappointed to leave. I'd like to hang out with this girl a bit longer. If she was still wearing that little crop-top, I'd have found something more to do, in the hopes of seeing a bit more of those little budding beauties on her chest. But, well, you know, I had to be getting home...

She gave me a pouty little look.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing. It's just, I'm bored, you know? My aunt and uncle are gone all evening, they went to a show in the city, and I have nothing to do."

I felt sorry for her, honest, I did. And definitely a part of me wanted to hang out with her longer. It was against my better judgment--there were so many reasons not to go there!--but... "OK, look, how about I put my stuff away and get cleaned up and we go out for pizza?"

"OK!" She seemed quite honestly happy at the idea.

I put my tools away, said goodbye to Mrs. Hammerschmitt, called my wife and told her I was going into the office to catch up on some work, and then knocked on Julie's door. She showed me to the bathroom and I washed up a bit; when I came back out, I was surprised to see that she had changed back into her crop-top tee-shirt, this time with a jeans jacket on as well. She looked truly stunning, a vision of pre-teen beauty.

I drove us to a little pizza joint nearby, and we had a good dinner; afterwards I suggested an ice cream cone. We walked around in a park nearby as we ate our cones, then sat down on a secluded bench.

"So, you must miss your friends from--where was it?"

"Oakland Creek," she said. "Yeah. I don't know anyone here."

"Yeah, that sucks. Do you have a boyfriend back home?"

"No." She gave me a funny look.

"No? Anyone you're interested in or anything?"

"No. Well, there's this one guy..."

"Go on..."

"But he's way older, he's my friend Stacy's older brother, and he's in high school. We hook up sometimes, but he really just thinks I'm a kid."

"Yeah? What do you do when you 'hook up?'"

She smiled demurely, a bit embarrassed. "You know," she said, "we make out, stuff like that."

"Yeah." I just knew this girl was a pre-teen slut. "Is he nice? You like him?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes he just, I don't know, he just gets what he wants and then he doesn't really want to do anything else."

"What do you mean, 'gets what he wants?'"

"You know. He's a guy, right? You know what guys want."

"So, what, you have sex with him?"

Her face was getting red. "Well, not really, I mean sorta."

"Sorta?"

"Yeah, I mean, you know, I... I help him out."

"Yeah? You like doing that?"

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, it's kinda gross."

"Gross?"

"Yeah." She was even more red faced. "You know, if he like, gets it on me, or in my mouth, that's kinda gross. But, he likes it, so, you know. Of course he likes it, he's a guy, right?" She gave me a wicked smile.

"I'm a guy, too, you know."

"Yeah, I noticed."

"Maybe you should help me out."

"Is that what you want?"

"Sure, whatever."

"I mean, it's OK with me, if you want me to."

"We should prob'ly go back to your place," I said.

"Yeah," she said.

I could hardly even walk to the car, I was so damned excited. It was, I knew, a terrible idea, I really should get as far away from this little girl as I could, but how could I turn it down?

When we got in the car, I put my hand on her leg, slipping it up under the hem of her skirt and onto her thigh. She smiled at me.

When we got to her aunt and uncle's house, I followed her up to her bedroom. I wanted to kiss her and make out with her and feel her up for a while, but this apparently was not what she had in mind. Instead, she just sank immediately to her knees in front of me. I pulled my pants down, my hard-on popping out and sticking right in her face. She wrapped a hand around it and took my head in her mouth.

It was not, I must say, an expert job, although I hadn't really expected it to be. She had some of the mechanics down--bobbing her head up and down to let my head slip in and out of her lips, but other than that, not much; she didn't take it very deep, just letting my head in her mouth and nothing more, she didn't use her hands at all, other than just holding my shaft nice and tight while she slid her mouth over my head. It was, nonetheless, an amazingly erotic thing; she looked so young and sweet, a sexy little pre-teen eagerly bobbing up and down on my dick. I reached down and started fondling her, lifting the little crop-top tee-shirt above her breasts. I couldn't see them from my vantage point, but they felt so small and delicate, just little bumps, soft little mounds of budding sexuality. God, what a sweet little girl.

After a while, it became clear that the girl was not going to get me off, and that her jaw was tiring as well. I reached down and brushed her hand aside and started jacking off with my head in her mouth. She put her hands on her knees and looked up at me, doe-eyed. That look, that beautiful look, while she just sat there dutifully on her knees letting me beat off in her mouth--it got me off. Instantly. It totally made me start to come. I hadn't expected it; all the sudden I just started spewing. "Oh my god!" I grunted, and a huge load fired right down the young girl's throat. She started gagging, sputtering, pulling away, and instinctively I reached around and grabbed the back of her head to prevent her from pulling away. I kept beating, another shot in her mouth, then another.

I relaxed my hold on the back of her head and she managed to pull away and I finished, firing a couple more shots on her nose and her cheek. She sat back on her heels and gave me a funny look, imploring, like, "Why did you do that to me?" Then her face got contorted and she leaned over and I thought she was going to throw up, and she sort of did--she had her hand under her mouth and she just started spitting up, three or four retching sort of spits, trying to clear her mouth of the nastiness.

She sat back up and looked at me, that same imploring look, like I had just violated her, like she hadn't actually expected me to come in her mouth. She looked, I must say, quite stunning. Her cropped shirt was still pulled up above her breasts and I had my first real look at her budding beauties, sweet little plumpies about the size of small peaches with puffy pink nipples, fairly large nipples for such small breasts, ending in stiff little nubs. Her face, her sweet, beautiful young face, was defiled, semen dripping off her nose and her chin, her hand, held up in front of her, was full of come mixed with saliva that she'd spit out of her mouth.

I rather sheepishly pulled my pants back up, then helped her as she struggled to her feet. I wanted to say something--Sorry? Thanks?--but as soon as she got to her feet she dashed off to the bathroom. I zipped up and followed her; when I got to the bathroom she was hunched over the sink, washing her mouth with water and spitting it out, doing this over and over. Eventually she stood up and turned to look at me and managed a feeble smile. One of her little baby breasts was still exposed, the stiff nub of her nipple holding up the jagged hem of the shirt.

"Sorry," she said, smiling a bit more now. "I just don't like the way it tastes."

"Yeah? You OK?"

"Yeah, I'm OK now." She gave me a sweet little demure look.

I put my hands on her sides and leaned into her and kissed her. "It was really nice," I said. "Fucking unbelievable, actually--I had a fabulous orgasm."

She smiled. "I could tell."

I moved my hands up to her chest, lifted her shirt up, fondled her soft little baby tits. She stood there leaning against the sink and smiled at me, letting me fondle her.

I gave her my cellphone number before I left, telling her to call if she's bored and maybe we can get together.

Three days later in the mid-afternoon, my phone rang. "Hello?"

"John?" I recognized the voice immediately.

"Hi, Julie. What's up?"

"I'm bored."

"Yeah? What do you wanna do?"

"Aunt Cindy has a meeting and Uncle Bob is working, and they won't be back 'till six. You could come over, and we could hook up."

I liked the sound of that. "I can leave work early," I said. "See you in a few minutes?"

"'K!"

I was at Julie's in ten minutes. I was instantly hard as a rock when she answered the door--barefoot again, she was wearing a short little miniskirt and the same crop-top Metallica shirt she'd had on the other day. After she let me in, she sat down on the couch with her hands folded in her lap and smiled up at me. I sat down next to her, put a hand on her knee, and we started kissing.

Within a couple minutes, my hands were all over her, up her shirt, up her skirt. The young girl was perfectly willing to be completely man-handled by a grown man. Eventually I got her laying down on the couch, her legs spread open, and I was on top of her, kissing her, squeezing her baby breasts. After a minute or two I sat up and grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. I knew what I wanted to do to this little girl, and I had a feeling she was going to let me do it.

"Are you gonna fuck me?" Her voice was cracking with nervousness.

"Yeah, I want to, if... if it's OK with you."

"It's OK. I want you to fuck me."

I want to take a moment now to describe how beautiful she looked at this moment. The image is forever burned in my memory. With her panties off now, she just lay on the couch with her legs spread open, her little skirt up around her waist, her cropped tee-shirt pulled up over her baby breasts, looking at me with that little look that only a virgin can have when she knows that she is about to have sex for the first time in her life--a look that is something like a mixture of fear of the unknown and love, even adoration, for the man that will deflower her.

She had the most incredible legs. She was a thin little filly, and laying there on the couch like she was, her legs were remarkably beautiful--smooth and pale, with long, thin feet, very thin calves, even amazingly thin thighs. These were the legs of a girl, not a woman; you could tell that in a few years they would be voluptuous, but for now it was obvious that she had a lot of growing to do to fill them out. They were spread open--she was quite willingly showing her sex to me, and it was a beautiful sight--a thin, small tuft of sandy-blonde pubic hair above a wonderful set of chubby reddish lips, a sweet little pouty pussy, just a hint of the loose, dark-red skin of her inner labia venturing out.

I quickly pulled my pants off, sliding my boxer shorts under her butt to protect the couch from whatever mess we might make, then climbed onto her. I held myself above her with one hand, directing my cock into her with the other. I used my thumb and forefinger to spread her lips open and pushed my head into the warmth and wetness of her womanhood. She closed her eyes tightly and pursed her lips together, but otherwise had no reaction, made no sound at all, in response to my assault on her innocence. It must have been painful for her; it even hurt my cock a bit as I had to push into her quite aggressively several times to tear her tight little hymen. But she made no sound, no reaction at all, just let me do my work, and once I was in her, the wide girth of my shaft stretching her little vagina open, she wrapped her long legs around me and opened her eyes, looking up at me and smiling feebly.

It was over much quicker than I had hoped. I would have liked to have fucked her for hours on end, but it was probably for the best that I finished quickly; it would have rather sucked to have been caught by her aunt and uncle in a compromising position on their couch. As it was, her vagina was so incredibly tight, like a clamp around my cock, that it just milked my come out of me. I kissed her for a while while I made love to her, and fondled her sweet baby breasts, but I could hold out only for a few minutes before I began to unload. I tried to pull out, I swear I did, but I couldn't help myself and the first couple of shots fired into her before I managed finish on my boxer shorts.

We didn't have much opportunity to get together after this, but we talked on the phone several times. She bemoaned the fact that her aunt was always around the house so we could never be together. And to make it worse she was leaving the next Friday. "I've got to see you again before then!" she said, sounding almost on the verge of tears.

So that Thursday, lacking any better opportunity, we met at a coffee shop. She looked stunning in a little pair of shorts and a tight tee-shirt that showed off her braless features quite nicely. I offered to give her a ride home, and as we were driving away from the coffee shop, I asked her if she wanted to stop somewhere and make out. She rather enthusiastically agreed.

I found a secluded place and we began to kiss and I fondled her, and then, without any prodding from me at all, she unzipped my pants, took my cock out, and began sucking me off. She tried to do a better job, sliding her hand on my cock a bit and even took it in a little deeper, still not too deep but more than just the head. I let her do her work for a while before I finally decided it was time to come and I brushed her hand aside and finished for her, firing shot after shot into her pretty little mouth. This time, she took the whole load without gagging, although as soon as I was done, she opened the car door, leaned out, and spit up on the ground. I handed her a bottle of water I had conveniently brought along, just in case, and she rinsed and spit a couple times, then closed the door and sat demurely with her hands on her lap, smiling at me.

I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "Wow, Julie, that was really nice." She smiled, beaming.

I suggested we should go for a walk in the woods near by where we parked, since this was the last time we'd be together. We held hands while we walked and after a while I felt that my batteries were sufficiently recharged. I stopped, hugged her, then started kissing her and fondling her and I told her I wanted to make love to her.

"Right here?"

"Yeah, there's no one around."

"Um, I suppose..." She seemed rather unsure of the idea.

"Get down on your hands and knees."

I took my place behind her, lifted her skirt and pulled her panties off, then unzipped my pants and fished out my cock. She made no sound as I slid into her warm vagina, already surprisingly wet and completely willing to be my sex toy. A couple of quick strokes and I was all the way in.

I fucked her very hard, riding my little filly like a whore. Her inexperienced and immature pussy was an amazing thing to fuck, and I slammed in and out until I felt my orgasm welling. I decided right then that I wasn't going to pull out. What the fuck? The girl's only eleven, she's not going to get pregnant, right? So I slammed in a couple more times, nice and hard and deep, and then I started unloading, a glorious orgasm deep into her.

She was obviously a little freaked out as she pulled her panties back on, but she didn't say a word. Indeed, she never said a word about it as I drove her back to her aunt's and uncles' house, and she gave me a wonderful goodbye kiss as we parted.

"I'll miss you, John," she said with tears rolling down her cheek.

"I'll miss you to, Julie."

I never saw my little trailer trash girl again.