I had squeezed into the crowd which overfilled the car at the Termini Station of the Rome subway. It was Friday, and I was wondering what I would do to fill the coming evening. I was in a corner, near the end of the car. As I read a paper over another man's shoulder, I felt a slight pulling at my pocket. I reached down and grabbed the hand which was gently trying to relieve me of my wallet.

I looked down into one of the most astonishing faces I have ever seen. She looked to be 10 or 11. Her long black hair corkscrewed down each side of her oval, dark skinned face. Her small mouth was accentuated by deep red lipstick. She had a pixy nose and dark eyebrows. And her eyes, one so dark you couldn't see a pupil, the other was sky blue, stared up at me with pain and fear.

The site of this gypsy beauty kind of took the wind out of my sails but I quickly regained my composure. She saw the moment of weakness pass over my face and relaxed slightly, but I kept hold of her hand.

"I should turn you over to the Caribenari, you little urchin," I said in Italian.

The fear returned to her face. "Please Signore, no," she whispered. "My family, they will send us back to Yugoslavia."

"Why do I care?" Again, the look of this child's face was working on me, I'm sure she saw my resolve weakening. The train was stopping at the Ostiense Station, my stop. When the doors opened, I pulled the child off the train with me; I intended to drag her to the police who were always stationed near the ticket booth.

She jerked hard and stopped me, even spinning me around to face her. Again, the astonishingly beautiful face. "Signore, please," she whispered.

That's when I felt her other hand gently squeeze my cock through my pants. "Please, Signore." I instantly swelled, and I'm sure she felt my cock strain against my trousers.

With less resolve I said, "Come with me." I led her past the Polizi Municipal at the turnstile and up the escalator to the street.

It was a two block walk to my flat on Via de Conciatori. As we walked, making our way through the crowds and street venders, the girl hurried next to me. I kept my hold on her hand. At the door between a house wares and a shoe store, I had to let go of her to dig out my keys. She stood silently, if she had wanted to run, she certainly had the opportunity.

I opened the door and held it for her; she smiled up at me and entered the dingy hallway. For the past week, the lift had been working (some sort of a record) and we took it to the fourth floor, then down the hall and into my flat.

I'm a fashion photographer and my flat is lined with posters of my work. The girl walked from picture to picture. "Did you make these?"

"Si," I replied.

She continued around the room and then down the hall. The door into the bathroom was open, she looked in and I saw her pause. In there were a couple of pretty raunchy nudes.

She came back into the living room. "Will you make my picture?"

I inspected her with a critical professional eye and realized that she was beautiful-beautiful and unique. "I'll get my camera."

She was dressed in Tommy fashion jeans and a knit shirt. It was beige, with cowl sleeves and a rounded neckline with a black stripe. Her hair was somewhat tangled and I decided that, to begin with, that would be fine.

She sat quietly as I dug out an old Pentax K100 and loaded it with film. Because of her eyes, I decided to use color. I usually shoot in black and white. I pulled out a light meter and set the exposure.

She turned out to be a natural. I was amazed, she knew exactly how to pose and what expression was needed for each shot. Within just a couple minutes I had burnt up my first role of film.

As I reloaded, I had her brush out her hair. Her hair was black and thick. It reached her waist in waves down her back.

As we started the next shoot, I realized that I knew nothing about this little goddess I was photographing. "What's your name?"

"Lena." She had her hands on her hips and was looking over her shoulder at me.

"How old are you?"

"Diez." Now she was turned directly toward me, her feet planted shoulder width, her hands behind her head and her face turned toward the left, looking down slightly.

"Pull up your shirt some."

She reached down and pulled one side of her shirt tail out, revealing a strip of clear olive colored skin. She pulled it up provocatively, uncovering her ribs and smiled at the camera with an inviting expression.

Next, she turned her back and wrapped her arms around herself so her hands were seen on her sides. Then, swinging her hips back and forth, she slowly pulled the shirt up, turning it inside out as first the small of her back, then the mid back, then her shoulder blades were uncovered. She bunched the shirt up and pulled it off over her head, her long hair was slowly freed of the cloth. The whole time, she kept her back turned.

She crossed her arms over her chest, then turned so her right side was toward me. Her full hair covered her chest and arms; she slowly turned toward me. With her face looking down slightly, her eyes looking up at the camera, and her lips slightly parted, she dropped her arms. Her hair fell forward to cover the slight swelling of her breasts. She shook her head and looked defiantly into the camera, her hair parted to uncover one of her preteen breasts; a large reddish-brown nipple over just the slightest beginning of womanhood. Next she lifted her arms and ran her hands behind her neck, then lifted her locks. With her face turned to one side, she uncovered her wonderful preteen tits.

At this point, I lost my professional demeanor. She was such a beautiful, sexy, sight. My dick swelled, crying for relief. Now I knew, I was going to fuck this preteen gypsy.

I had her strike a few more poses-hands on hips, facing directly into the camera, back turned, feet apart, ass flared, pretty ordinary modeling stuff, then said, "Undo the button on your pants."

With an incredibly sexy smile, she slowly hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her jeans, then slowly moved them toward the middle until they were behind the button. Then she undid the button and moved her hands away, the top of her light blue panties could just be seen in the gap. She moved her hands down the front of her thighs, leaning forward. As she was bent over, facing the camera, she again took hold of her fly, then straightened up. She pulled outward on the parted waist band and the zipper of her pants moved down with spreading of the fabric, loosening the jeans from her hips.

Next she hooked her thumbs at the outside of the pockets, and, swinging her hips from side to side, worked the denim free of her hips. Her panties were pulled down some with the pants, but not a lot. Once the jeans were down around her thighs, they slid easily down, uncovering the olive skin of her thighs, smooth knees, (her right had a two euro coin sized dark scar from a skinned knee) and straight, smooth lower legs. She stepped out of the jeans and kicked them aside.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Signore?" she asked.

I was mesmerized, "Your beautiful, Lena."

"But, Signore, you are still dressed."

I put the camera down and unbuttoned the first two buttons on my shirt, then pulled it off over my head.

"Eso es mejor," [that's better] she said.

She looked down at herself, "Ooops, mis bragas!" she said. She made a show of pulling her panties up. The thin nylon fabric was stretched tight, showing the swelling of her mons, the leg bands pulled into the cracks between her pussy and the tops of her thighs. The waist band almost reached her oval navel. Again, she looked at me with a sultry smile. The camera ran out of film.

"One moment while I reload," I said. She stood nonchalantly as I rewound and loaded another roll of film. My nuts were aching in anticipation and I was not a bit embarrassed by the obvious straining of my dick against my trousers.

When I started shooting again, she went back to her poses, but this time, when she had her back turned, she slowly pulled her panties down over her ass. As the light blue fabric uncovered her smooth rounded butt, I thought I would unload my sack right then into my pants.

When the panties had completely uncovered her ass, the fabric rolled under her cheeks, she turned around. The front of the panties still covered her sex. "No more, Signore, until you...." She nodded toward me.

I was beyond reason, beyond embarrassment, beyond control. My heart was pounding in my ears and throat and my stomach was a knot of excitement. I almost threw the camera down on the sofa and fumbled with my belt and the fly of my pants. I jerked my trousers and briefs down together and my cock bounced free, sticking straight out at its full seven inches. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I was shocked that I would do this, allow myself to be like this in front of a young girl. At the same time, the realization of what I was doing just served to excite me more, my breath was ragged. With monumental effort, I reached for the camera to continue the charade.

Lena half laughed, half giggled when she saw me. Then she said, "Signore," calling my attention back to her as she pushed one side of the panties down over her hip bone. The waist band hung up on the top of her mound and, with her other thumb, she pulled the other side down. Millimeter by millimeter, she uncovered her perfectly hairless and smooth sex. The ridge of her clit peaked out from between her pussy lips. On the left side, near the top of her mons and even with the top of her slit, there was a small dark mole. She bent over and pushed her panties over her knees, then let them drop to the floor.

When she straightened up, I took what I would later regard as the three best pictures I have ever taken. In the first, Lena was stretched to her full height, her arms behind her head, looking down and too the left, her weight shifted to her right leg. In the next frame, she had turned her head to face the camera and was lifting her hair behind her head, she had her face slightly down but was looking up at the camera. Her body was perfectly symmetrical except that one arm was slightly higher than the other. With her feet set apart and her back straight her entire body, and its exceptional perfection, was reveled. In the third shot, her composure had relaxed slightly and she was laughing, her hand to her mouth and her other arm across her chest. It would be a blow-up of this picture, just her face, hand and shoulders, which would make Lena into a top model and both of us millionaires. But I digress.

In the next frame, Lena has put her hands over her tits and has a "Oh!" look on her face. Next, she has her hands on her hips, gyrating. Then she covered one of her tits with one hand and her sex with the other-another "Oh!" Then she pushed her hand back and down between her legs. The pictures follow the progression as she first puts pressure against her mons, then pushes one finger into her slit and moves it back and forth. Then she bends her knees slightly, spreading her thighs and slowly pushes her right index finger up and into her pussy.

Using the zoom, I followed every detail. As she pulled her finger out of her sex, it was shiny with her moisture. Now her face had a far away look, I think she may have forgotten about me and the cameras as she gently masturbated in front of me. Her nipples perked up and stuck out slightly as she squatted down and pushed two fingers deep into her little girl vagina. She rolled back onto her ass on the floor and continued to finger-fuck herself.

When the camera ran out of film, I just put it down and watched as she built herself up. After a short time she caught her breath and threw her head back. She grunted as spasms shook her small frame. Her pussy lips squeezed her fingers as she came. I had long since realized that I could not touch my totally enraged cock or I would have shot my wad across the room, but even still, I pumped a small amount of jez, my dick bouncing as a couple of white drops fell and landed on the top of my right foot.

Surprisingly, much of the urgency I felt passed and I was able to control myself when she sat back up and beckoned me to her. Without saying a word, she grasped my cock and pulled it to her mouth. Her lips closed around the shaft just behind the head and I marveled at the warm soft-roughness of her tongue. Looking down, it was a wondrous sight as my cock slid in and out of the child's face. She sucked hard, a couple of times small burping sounds came as she sucked.

Soon I was having trouble controlling myself and I had to pull her off before I came. "Move onto the sofa, voi al vete a la mierda," [I'm going to fuck you] I said.

With a little grin on her face, she crawled off the floor and onto the couch. She slouched down, her butt on the edge of the overstuffed cushions, her arms over her head, her knees comfortably apart. I stood above her, looking down on her perfect preteen body. Her thick black hair was in a spray against the blue of the sofa. Her chin was down, covering her throat. Because her arms were up over her head, her collar bones melded into her arms and the small swellings of her breasts, hemispheres the size of golf balls capped with dark areoles and be- be sized nipples, were stretched tight over her pec muscles. Her abdomen was also pulled tight below her rib cage, two ridged ran down her stomach with its perfect oval navel. Her hip bones poked sharply up, peaks on either side of a smooth and flat belly. Her thighs were slim and muscular, where they met was the noticeable swelling of her mons, cleaved by her slit, pulled slightly open with its pink clit ridge peaking out.

I stood above her, my enraged penis jutting over her, and gazed. Then she sat up and grasped me, pulling my cock to her mouth. She opened it wide and fed me in without touching until my head pushed into the back of her throat. Then she closed her lips around my shaft and gently sucked. I almost lost it there as she slowly moved her back and forth, always keeping the head in her mouth but sliding her lips from the ridge at the back of the head to half of my shaft. I could only stand three strokes before I had to pull her off, she looked disappointed.

"Do you want your pussy sucked?" I asked.

A grin spread across her face. "You'll kiss me, There?"

I guess she had never had a man really make love to her before. She certainly knew how to give, now I was going to let her take.

[Months later, Lena would tell me about how she and her older brother had been sleeping together since she was seven. Although I have never questioned her closely, it's really none of my business, I gather that it was a somewhat one sided relationship.]

I knelt down and kissed her. She had (has) a unique kiss. She opens her mouth, very wide, and her tongue meets mine in mid air. At first, she only teased with the tip of her tongue, but after a few moments, our tongues were wrapped around each other in a warm and gentle embrace.

I moved from her mouth to her small breasts, alternately sucking one, swishing my tongue around one stiff nipple, then sucking on the other. At the same time, I moved my hand up the inside of her thigh and, for the first time ever, I touched a smooth, hairless, cunt.

Lena spread her legs farther apart to accept my ministrations. I was so amazed by the smoothness and softness of her preteen sex. She pulled her breath in as I pushed a finger between her lips and into her pussy. My entire finger slid into her and the tip moved around the hard nub of her cervix. With my finger buried inside her, I used my thumb to stroke her pea-sized clit. I moved from sucking her right tit and put my mouth completely over her left. Applying a gentle suction, I teased her nipple with the tip of my tongue. My ten-year-old goddess went over the edge. Her entire body shook with orgasm. An animal groan rose from deep in her chest and throat as every inch of her body became wet with sweat.

She relaxed back onto the sofa, panting hard. I straightened up above her, releasing her tit but I kept my finger in her pussy. The roots of her hair were stringy and wet. Drops of sweat were tracing down her sides. Her entire body was flushed, her chest, neck, and face had a slight lavender tint, beads of sweat stood out on her forehead and on her cheeks below her eyes.

After a couple of minutes, her breath returned to normal and her eyes focused on me. "Dio," she said.

With a grin on my face, I locked gaze with her and slowly bent to her sex. Even before I started eating her pussy, she started to unconsciously hump. I ran the tip of my tongue alone her slit as she lifted her butt completely off the sofa to meet me. As I slid my tongue along her clit she humped uncontrollably, groaning loudly. I pushed my tongue into her vagina and she came, a second time in as many minutes. My tongue and mouth were wetted with the rush of her light preteen pussy juices. I could feel her pussy lips quivering against my tongue and lips. Again, she sank down against the cushions, breathing hard.

I didn't give her any time to recover. I was kneeling between her knees, my cock was pointing directly at her slit. I leaned a little forward and, grasping my cock, slid the tip along her slit. I had left a generous load of spit to mix with her cunt juices, so she was very wet. The tip of my dick parted her soft inner lips and I slowly pushed inside her.

The sight of my cock pushing her smooth, hairless lips apart and then slowly disappearing into the child's vagina was incredible. Although she was no virgin, she was still very tight, and also very smooth. All but two or three inches of my dick slid inside her before I hit the end. I pulled back and started a regular in and out fucking of the ten year old. She looked up at me with wide eyes and an open mouth, breathing with my thrusts. She lifted her ass up to meet me and started to groan with each push.

I leaned back, getting a full view of this child as I fucked her, watching her writhe with my thrusts. I quickened my pace, sliding in and out of her with greater force as she groaned and humped. My heart was pounding and sweat was running down my sides as I relinquished control.

I was able to keep from jamming into her so hard that I hurt her, but it was an enormous surge of sperm I fired at the top of my thrust, blowing so hard into her that she could feel me spray against her womb.

"Oh!" she said when she felt me filling her. I pulled back, then shoved back inside her, blowing another enormous wad deep inside her. She was over full and white semen flowed out of her pussy and around my dick.

With my third shot, she began to come. Her stretched pussy lips started a regular squeezing of my cock, almost a chewing motion. As I pumped more jez into her child-womb, the contractions of her orgasm spewed my seed out. It collected in my dick hair and ran down my balls, even more slid down her ass. I continued fucking her, even after my sack had completely emptied, in order to prolong her orgasm.

The little girl just rolled with it, coming five or six times in only a couple of minutes. Her hair was stringy and sticking to her shoulders and chest, her skin a deep red, she was shiny with sweat. Every little crack and crevice of her pussy was white with my sperm. My dick hair was drenched in a mixture of sperm, pussy juice, and my left over spit.

As our orgasms subsided, I pull her up against me, hugging her, and rolled back, laying on the floor and pulling her with me. She lay on top of me, her breath coming in short pants, my dick still deep inside her. She looked up at me and again we kissed.

She pulled back, her eyes closed and her breath slowing. My dick was still inside her. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "You are so wonderful,' she said. "But, don't you want me to suck you? It's alright if you come in my mouth."

My dick was still deep in her ten year old snatch. She lifted up and I slid out of her. She rolled off of me, then crawled around between my knees. I was drenched with sperm and cunt juices, but this didn't stop her for a second, she grabbed my still hard cock and started to suck.

Her hair fell forward across my belly and hips, it was cool against me. I reached down and lifted it away so I could see her face as she slowly sucked me. Lena looked up into my eyes and, never breaking her gaze, slowly pushed down. When my dick head hit the back of her mouth, she stopped, then with a slight smile around my shaft, she arched her back and pushed down, sliding my penis down her throat, taking every bit until her teeth hit my belly at the base. Her nose and lips were completely buried in my dick hair.

"Oh God," I moaned.

She pulled back, taking me out of her mouth. Then she started licking my balls, moving the testicals around inside my scrotum with her tongue. Next she licked up the entire length of my cock, when she reached the head, she slowly moved her tongue around it a couple of times before, again, taking me all the way down her throat.

The gypsy goddess continued giving me the blow job of a lifetime, working slowly at first, then working faster as my ardor rose. My balls ached as the pressure built. Three times more, she deep throated me. Once, in a playful way, she held my head between her teeth as she tickled the pee hole with the tip of her tongue. She sucked my balls, first the left, then the right, then both. When she had both of them in her mouth, she gently bit down, moving her jaw from side to side and giggling.

Somewhere, I realized that she was really enjoying the control she had over me. After all, how else is a ten year old girl going to control a 40 year old man except by fucking? I didn't care, jez was building up behind my nuts and soon I would watch her as I filled her mouth with sperm.

She sensed my growing need and worked faster; sucking harder and bobbing faster. I started humping to meet her, shoving my cock into her mouth, then pulling back. She lifted up, her hands on my hips. "Hold it," she said. I held my cock at the base so it pointed straight up. Then she opened her mouth wide and brought it down over my cock, using her arms to rise and lower her head and shoulders. The only parts of our bodies which touched was my cock and her mouth. She would pull completely free, my dick sticking straight up pointing into her open mouth, then slam her face down, shoving me into the back of her throat and beyond.

I started to uncontrollably hump as the pressure became unbearable. My first gush of cum flooded into her mouth as she was dropping, the next shot up into the air and through her open lips on to her tongue. When she took me again into her mouth, she closed her lips and sucked-hard! I blew again and again into her mouth. I could feel her throat contracting as she repeatedly swallowed the loads of semen I was pumping into her.

My entire body was rocked by the force of my orgasm. My heart was repeatedly exploding in my chest and throat, my thighs were cramped, I had lifted my back off the floor with my elbows as I looked down at her, she was sucking and swallowing, concentrating only on my semen as I pumped what seemed like quarts into her mouth.

As my ecstasy passed, I collapsed back onto the carpet, panting hard and wondering if my heart would tear open in my chest. Lena let my cock slid out of her mouth, an amazed look on her face. Her mouth was partially open, a sheet of white cum formed a single bubble half way across he mouth and a stream flowed out from the corner and down her chin.

She leaned down and wiped my cum off of her face against my stomach, then scooted forward.

"Signore, you have a lot of sperma."

Our bodies were wet with sweat, saliva, and semen, her hard little nipples slid up my thigh, hip, stomach and chest as she moved. We kissed, deeply. She tasted of jez, her lips were still wet with the white fluid. I realized how warm she was as I wrapped my arms around her small, child's, shoulders. What an awesome feeling it was to cradle this little ten year old sex goddess in the afterglow of the most incredible fucking I had ever experienced.

We lay together for several minutes, then she got up, saying that she needed to go to the bathroom. I didn't think much about it, my eyes were closed and a big smile was on my face. What I didn't see was that she collected her clothes on the way.

I heard the tinkle of her peeing, then the toilet flushed. Next, the water ran in the sink. She turned it on and off several times. Next the door opened and I listened as she came out of the bathroom, down the hall and-OUT THE FRONT DOOR!

I jumped up and ran to the door just in time to see the door to the stairwell close. Oh well, I shrugged. She wasn't my prisoner. I went to the kitchen and got myself a glass of wine. I was pouring it when I noticed that my pants had been moved. I went over to where they were on the floor. My wallet was gone. Damn!

I pulled the pants on and ran out on the patio. Looking down, I saw Lena walking away down the street.

"Lena!" I called.

She turned around and looked up at me. A smile spread across her face, then she held up my wallet and my cell phone and laughed. A man standing near her started to laugh, he looked up at me and clapped. Lena turned and ran down the street. All I could do was wave off the old man and go back in side.