One day a few months ago, I was baby-sitting my eleven-year-old "niece," Ally. I use quotes around niece because Ally and I aren't really related: her father is my sister's husband, but my sister is not her mother.

I don't normally take care of Ally. In fact, that was the first time. I probably wouldn't have been baby-sitting her that night either, but her parents and step-parents (who amazingly are all friends) had made plans to go to a concert, and her normal baby-sitter canceled suddenly. To make things worse, the normal backup (my parents, being her only "Grandparents") happened to be out of town. That left good old Uncle Mike (me).

My sister Denise had originally asked me if I wanted to go too, because she has been worried about my moping ever since my last girlfriend left me, but I didn't want to be a third (or is that fifth?) wheel. Not to mention that that particular artist is decidedly not one of my favorites. Fortunately for everyone involved, that allowed me to take care of Ally in the pinch. I just didn't know how fortunate I was going to be.

Ally is a lovely girl. She has bright green eyes and long wavy hair that hangs down to her belt and which can't seem to decide if it wants to be blond or brown but succeeds in being both. Although a little short even for an eleven-year-old, she is athletic and karate lessens haven't left an extra ounce of fat on her small frame.

Although I would never admit it to my family, I have always been attracted to pretty girls Ally's age and therefore was a little nervous about a day alone with her, though I knew that nothing was likely to happen. I mean, my tastes don't run to rape and that is the only way I could get an eleven-year-old girl right? So I agreed to watch her.

Within a half-hour she was standing on my front porch waving goodbye as her mother, Helen, backed her car out of my driveway. I was surprised to see that even though it wasn't quite ten a.m. she had an overnight bag.

I called my sister to ask why because I didn't have Helen's cell phone number. She informed me in an "I thought you knew" tone that since the concert was in a city two hours away and that it would probably run well past midnight the four of them where going to get a motel room and stay the night there. She hoped that it wouldn't be a problem for me. What was I going to do? Back out of a promise? Not likely, I knew how expensive those tickets had to be. So with a strange feeling of dread mixed with a small dollop of anticipation (Even though I knew nothing was going to happen), I agreed to let Ally stay the night. After all it was Friday (at the beginning of a three day weekend), and so she didn't have to go to school the next day.

"So Ally," I asked after welcoming her in, "what do you want to do?"

Showing that sweet smile of hers she replied "let's play Uno. I have some new rules that I want to try out."

That was exactly what I had expected. You see, Uno is Ally's favorite game and ever since she got one of those "House Rules" Uno decks last Christmas she was always inventing new variations of the game. I wasn't upset though; I like Uno also, and most of her variations are actually pretty good.

We sat down at my kitchen table As she shuffled (which is always amazing to watch, I mean how dose she bridge one-hundred and eight cards with such small hands?) I asked "So, what are these new rules of yours?"

She answered by handing me a piece of notebook paper while wearing the oddest smile I had ever seen on her face. The smile looked slightly coy, kind of like she was trying to duplicate the "come hither" smiles of the women in Playboy magazines and the like, and not quite succeeding.

I thought that I must surely be misinterpreting her look, so I looked at the paper. This is what it said:

Fuck-O: Played like regular Uno except that instead of adding up the score at the end of each hand, the losers of that hand must remove whichever article of clothing the winner chooses. Shoes and socks don't count and should be removed to facilitate the removal of other clothing. Play continues until all but one player is naked, where as that player is the winner, and all other players are his or her slaves.

To say the least, I was stunned. This was the kind of thing I had only dreamed about, and had never expected. Especially from the straight-laced Ally.

Half fearing a trap even though I couldn't imagine how someone could have known enough about my secret longings to set one, I could only think of one thing to say. "Strip Uno?" I asked. "Uno takes so long, why not just play strip poker?"

She just grinned and said "I don't like poker. Besides, the longer it takes the sweeter the victory." Then she pouted, "what's the matter, don't you want me?"

I couldn't believe it. No matter how much I wanted this girl, I had never entertained the idea that she might want me, at least not outside of idle daydreams. Dumbfounded, I spoke without thinking, "Of course I want you, but I can't believe you want me. After all, I'm three times your age!"

"I know," she replied. "That's why I want you; you're old enough to know how to treat a girl on her first time. All teenage boys care about is their own pleasure. Besides, you're a hunk. Are we going to play or not?"

Against my better judgment, I decided to see how far she would let this go. I shrugged, "sure, deal the cards."

The first hand went surprisingly fast; five minutes later I placed my last card on the discard pile.

"So," she asked sweetly, "what do you want me to remove?"

That was a good question. Ally always dressed like she thought that she had to wear a school uniform, and that day was no exception. That meant a button-up shirt and a skirt. Since the day was warm, she had opted for a short-sleeved shirt and a loose skirt so short that it almost qualified as a mini. She also wasn't wearing any leggings, just ankle socks above her sneakers. I had found it a turn-on, but it wasn't all that unusual for Ally to wear that short a skirt.

Since we were sitting at the table I couldn't see her skirt, so I replied with the only article of her clothing that I could see, her shirt.

With a surprisingly seductive motion that reminded me of a certain seen in the movie Roadhouse (just done with less practice), the cute eleven-year-old girl stood up and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. I was startled to realize that all she had had on under it was a bra. I was further surprised to see that she was (just barely) developed enough to need one. When she was done, she climbed up on the table and sat cross-legged instead of sitting in the chair. From where I was sitting I could now see her bra... and her panties. There was a small wet spot on the crotch of her underwear.

Play continued. Two fun and exciting hours latter, I was down to my shorts and Ally had on only her matching bra and panties. She looked incredible; the body of a petit and athletic woman, but the face of a child. I was looking forward to seeing how much pubic hair she had.

I won that hand, but decided to wait before exploring her pubic hair. "Your bra," I said simply.

She smiled at me, "I can't reach the fastener, it's in the back. Could you help me?"

Excited by the prospect of finally getting to touch her, I stood up and reached around her with one hand to unhook her bra. Unable to stop myself, I turned the touch into a caress which quickly found its way to her small, firm breasts.

After about a minute, she looked at me and said "the game's not over yet you know. One more hand either way and we will both have plenty of time for touching. I'll deal."

Reluctantly, I sat back down to watch her shuffle. The sight was no longer as amazing to me as the rest of her. I was glad I was wearing boxers; briefs would have been painfully tight right then.

I picked up the cards she dealt me. Of the seven cards I had both blue skips, one red skip, two reverses (one red and one blue), a blue Draw Two, and a red nine. She had dealt so it was my turn, and as I looked at the single card laid out to begin the discard pile I was expecting it to be green or yellow. That's how my luck usually runs, but this time it was a blue three. So I placed my cards in this order: blue skip, red skip, red reverse, blue reverse, and the second blue skip. As I placed the blue Draw Two (the final card of that turn) I said "Uno."

Ally didn't look surprised, but then she has a good poker face. She shrugged in a sudden jerk, sending pleasant ripples through her tits. "I don't have any blue cards. I want red." she said as she placed a black card on the discard pile. I almost reached for the draw pile before I realized it wasn't a Draw Four Wild. So I placed my red nine instead, and won the hand.

"So Master," she surprised me by saying, "do you want me to take my panties off or do you want to do it yourself?"

I decided that doing it myself sounded like fun. I had my new slave stand up, I kneeled in front of her... and removed her panties in a slow caress. Three, that was the precise number of pubic hair she had.

Until I saw her naked, I didn't realize just how perfect her body was. Her breasts, though still small, were extremely well formed with a promise of better (or at least bigger) things to cum... err, come. Her belly was as flat as was humanly possible. Her little ass was made of perfect curves, and even though most black men would have said it was too small most white men (or at least the ones honest enough to admit it) would agree with me. Her well shaped arms and legs showed obvious signs of her martial-arts training (she was a yellow belt in karate) without being the least bit over muscled. As for her pussy...

After seeing it, I just knew that I had to taste that pretty little cunt. I picked her up and laid her on her back on my kitchen table. Now, most men I have talked to say that eating pussy isn't all it's cracked up to be. I for one don't agree. The only thing I like better than eating pussy is fucking it. I am usually indifferent to the taste, but this time it was pure ambrosia. She soon didn't have any pubic hair left; I had nibbled it off. I was gratified to discover that she had been telling the truth when she had implied that she was a still virgin.

After she had stopped shuddering with orgasm, she sat up and asked "may I return the favor, Master?" When I nodded, she hopped off the table, pulled my shorts down and proceeded to suck my dick. It amused me to notice that she was so short that she barely had to bend over to reach it with her mouth. I soon realized that no matter how virginal her cunt had been, she had had a bit of practice when it came to blow jobs. Either that, or she was just a natural.

Shuddering with my own orgasm, I barely noticed that I had produced more cum than I could remember squirting at any one time in my life. It filled her little mouth instantly and ended up covering half of her face just from the back pressure. She moved quickly so that the excess would drip down on her pert little tits instead of the floor. "To make it easier to clean up" she told me. In this case I believe that she was lying; I think she just wanted to wear it.

It was soon apparent that neither of us was satisfied with just oral sex. I scooped Ally up and took her to my bedroom, leaving our cloths scattered around my kitchen. Once in the bedroom I placed a "piddle pad" (left over from house breaking my ex-girlfriend's puppy) on the bed to catch the mess as blood is hard to get out and virgin girls always bleed. I couldn't risk leaving evidence.

Now, Ally wasn't the first virgin that I had deflowered, and I was a firm (no pun intended) believer that doing it doggie style would be easier on her. So I instructed her to get on her hands and knees with her pussy hanging over the pad. I then climbed up behind her and slowly, gently, slid my cock into her little cunt. It was very tight, and I didn't want to hurt her any more than I had to. I was barely inside her when I actually felt her hymen part.

She looked back over her shoulder with a look that said she was trying not to show the pain and stated "Don't worry about getting me pregnant; I'm on the pill." That shouldn't have surprised me considering that they gave out contraceptives like candy at schools these days, but it still did. I was amazed at how many times I was being surprised that day.

Before long (sooner than I believed possible in fact) it was obvious that she was feeling more pleasure than pain. Soon we where going at it at almost full speed, my hands gripping her beautiful little tits heedless of the sticky mess I had left there earlier. It was glorious.

Orgasm started shuttering through her little body before mine, which made me cum immediately.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Sweating and spent, I reached over and picked up the bedside phone. "Hello?" I asked, trying to keep the exhaustion from my voice.

"Hello Mike, could I speak with Alicia?" It was Helen. Ally's mother. And here I was talking to her with my dick still inside her little girl.

"Um, yah, she's right here." Handing the phone to Ally I said "It's your mother."

The look on her face was priceless, but from the sound of her voice you wouldn't know that her mother had interrupted anything more than a normal card game. "Hi mom, what's up? Yes, that's right. Sure, that would be fine with me. Okay, here's Uncle Mike." She handed the phone back to me with a big smile.

"Mike? Something has come up," Helen stated. "Do you think Ally could stay the weekend? It would mean driving her to school Monday morning, but that wouldn't be a problem, would it?"

"Well," I said, not wanting to sound too eager, though I winked at Ally. "I suppose not. What's up?"

"Oh, nothing too important. I'll tell you when we get back, I'm trying to conserve minutes. And you should go to my place to pick up some more clothes for Ally. You know were the spare key is, right?"

"I think so, but I'm sure Ally knows where it is if I can't find it."

"Okay, talk to you on Monday then. Have a nice weekend. Bye."

"Goodbye Helen," I said just before she hung up. Noticing that I was hard again, I looked at Ally and asked "ready for round two?" I was still inside her pussy.

Still playing the game, she replied "if you want Master, but since we have an excuse to go to my house I would rather continue this in my front yard."

Were as my home was a smallish two bedroom track house in the suburbs, Ally's home was a largish two-story four bedroom about ten miles out of town setting in the middle of six acres of almost virgin forest. I wouldn't take her in my back yard, but it should be perfectly safe in her front. Yard that is. It also sounded like a lot of fun.

"Okay then, let's get washed up," I said. Then I had an Idea. "It would be a shame to make you cover that lovely body of yours, but since my truck is in the garage all we really need to wear are shirts." She grinned at the idea.

I took her into the bathroom to shower, figuring that there wasn't much we could do there considering the difference in our heights. I was wrong. She started playing as we were washing each other, and the next thing I knew I had her pinned to the shower wall opposite the shower head pumping her rhythmically, her spread legs trapped between us, her calves resting on my shoulders. Good thing she was so light or it would never have worked. Since she was no longer a virgin I didn't have to be quite as gentle ether, though I was still more gentle than I normally would have been because I figured that she was probably still quite raw.

It didn't take long for orgasm to shudder through both our bodies again, and I was amazed to realize that this eleven-year-old girl was giving me the best sex of my life.

After we where clean, we went back to the kitchen to pick up our clothes. To my surprise though, she didn't put her button-up shirt back on. Instead, she opened her overnight bag and pulled out a Hello Kitty T-shirt.

"I usually wear this to bed," she explained. For some strange reason I felt myself getting even more turned on at the sight of the shirt. Maybe I was more sick than I had thought. Oh well, such is life. When she put the shirt on, I saw that it hung just past her bellybutton leaving her cunt and cute little ass fully visible.

She had folded the rest of her clothes and put them in her bag, but she handed her wet panties to me. "Here," she said "keep these as a souvenir." That just made me even hornier.

On the drive to her house, I was very careful to avoid getting pulled over. It only made sense because I had no idea how to explain the fact that we were both half naked. I couldn't even use a "nudist" excuse because I was not aware of any nudist colonies in the area. Ally wasn't making matters any easier ether; every few seconds she would reach over and give my cock a squeeze or caress "to keep it from getting soft." It got to the point that I almost asked her to give me a blow job, even though I knew that that was a good way to have an accident.

When she decided to flash her tits at some cows in a field we where passing, the sight of her bear back and ass almost made me loose control. And not just of the car. She got a good laugh when I told her that I didn't think the cows were impressed.

"I didn't do it to impress them," she giggled.

As we finally got to her long driveway, Ally pulled her shirt off before I had even turned the car off the road. Luckily, no one was around to see her.

When we got to her house, she immediately dragged me off into the shade made by the trees and asked me to take my shirt off and lay on my back in the grass. I guess she had forgotten that she was supposed to be my slave. Wondering what she had in mind, I laid down naked in the grass even though I knew how itchy it could be.

She immediately straddled me. Guiding my dick into her cunt, she proceeded to ride me cow-girl style. She went faster and harder than I would have made her on her first day to have sex. In fact, she went hard enough to make herself bleed again, but she seemed to be enjoying herself so I didn't complain. The last two times that I had fucked her Ally had barely made any noise, just some low moans of pleasure. This time she was quite vocal, loud enough that I began to worry about her neighbors hearing even as far away as they were. We were not disturbed however.

This time when she reached orgasm, I actually saw a little cum spurt from her cunt. This was just the latest surprise of the surprise filled day; I hadn't know that an eleven-year-old girl could cum. Orgasm; yes, cum; no. I came a moment later.

After laying there a few minuets to catch our breaths, we went inside to get her things. I noticed that she wasn't worrying about the cum that kept dripping from her little cunt, which is what makes me believe she was lying just after our first blow job. Of course, most of the cum was sticking to her well shaped thighs, so I could be wrong.

By the time we got to her bedroom, I was erect again. Seeing it, Ally smiled and said "I see you're ready again. I'm willing, but I think that I overdid it last time. My pussy hurts a little, so would you be willing to fuck me in the ass instead?"

Now, I'm not usually an ass man. But her butt was just so cute that it sounded like a good idea that time. She got on her bed on her hands and knees, reached into a drawer of her night stand and tossed me a tube of something. It turned out to be KY jelly, and it was unopened.

"I swiped this from my mother's bedroom, it might help."

I climbed up behind her again, but this time with the liberal use of the lubricant I entered her cute little ass. She let out a little cry, I guess that it hurt more than she had expected. I didn't seem to hurt for long however and she was soon just as vocal this time as the last. Only now it wasn't just animal sounds of pleasure, her vocalizations were laced with orders like "fuck me," "harder" and "faster." Hearing this from a cute little girl just got me hotter, so I did my best to comply.

I don't know when she started masturbating, but I did know the moment she came; it was just before I did.

Finally, we started doing what we had come for. She pulled a small suitcase out of her closet and started packing some clothes. The first thing she packed was another of her "school uniforms," but after that the items stopped being normal. The packed suitcase included a skirt so short it would be illegal in public, a tight Spandex body-suit, and a set of transparent lace panties and bra that where obviously just her size. I wondered where she had found the underwear. There where also another button-up shirt that was so transparent that I could clearly see her beautiful little body through both layers of fabric and a bathrobe that looked just the right size... for a six-year-old. She demonstrated the last, proving that it barely closed around her belly (leaving a tantalizing view of cleavage) and was almost as short as the illegal skirt. When she turned around I could still see the bottoms of her cute ass cheeks and when she walked I was given quick glimpses of her pussy. The final item into the suitcase was an expensive, high quality digital camera/camcorder combo that looked like it could be used under water.

When she was done, she turned to look at me where I had been laying (on her bed) during the whole show. Seeing my erection she gave me a hungry smile and said simply, "my pussy feels better now." With that she gave a running jump and landed right on top of me. That was when I got what was perhaps the biggest surprise so far: I was still able to perform, even though this was the fifth time in four hours, not including the oral. She made me feel like a teenager again, and I guess it was showing. After yet another joint orgasm, we lay there for a half hour. When I didn't get another erection after all of that time, even though my cock had stayed in her beautifully little pussy, we decided to rest for a couple hours at least before doing it again. The little minx was disappointed.

We went back to my place half naked again but with less petting, all of it from me. We ordered a pizza for dinner, and I almost had to lock Ally in the bathroom to keep her from answering the door in nothing but that robe of hers when the delivery girl came. The delivery girl was a cute sixteen-year-old that I would have loved to fuck, but I doubt that she would have understood. Ally however, I believe would have enjoyed her company. Which was another surprise.

After the pizza, Ally let me use her camera to record her as she masturbated. This time I got the proof that eleven-year-old girls can cum on video, but I doubt that I will ever be able to share it with anyone.

Then we went to bed (mine, the guest bedroom stayed empty), and had sex for what seemed to be the whole night. The next day was even wilder, but without the noise she made at her house. I also filled the two gig memory of her camera no less than four times that day, all of it with pornographic pictures and video of her in and out of that wild wardrobe. (I especially liked the Spandex body-suit, it showed everything and she didn't wear anything under it.)

Sunday was the wildest of all, as we spent it at her house and therefore could both make all the noise we wanted. I hadn't realized they even had a pool until then. I more than tripled the amount of porn of her that day, a surprising amount of it in the kitchen. You wouldn't believe what she was able to do with some of the utensils, and I'll never be able to look at an egg beater the same way again. I wondered where an eleven-year-old virgin had learned all that. I found out much latter that it was from watching porno "barrowed" from her step-father.

When Monday morning finally came around, I was almost relieved. As we pulled up in front of her school however, I was disappointed. I had been petting her cunt all the way there and was horny. As she pulled her skirt back into place to hide the fact that she still wasn't wearing any panties, I asked her what the next time we could get together without her mother knowing would be.

Her answer was the biggest surprise of all. She just smiled and said "Don't worry about mom and dad, they knew we were having sex on Friday. That's one of the reasons they extended their trip: they wanted to give us more time. The other was that they wanted to try out the Fuck-O variation with four people."

The End (for now).