We decided it would be best if I left. Lois helped me clean up and I got dressed. Camille accompanied me when I went downstairs and stopped in the kitchen to say good-bye. "Mom," she said to Mrs. McCain, "I want to have a slumber party for my birthday, and I want to invite Angeles and all her friends."

"I guess we can have a slumber party, if you want," replied Mrs. McCain. "And of course we'll invite Angeles, but don't you think you'd like to invite some of your own friends?"

"Yes, I guess so; but I really want to invite Mr. Pyle," she said. "And he has to bring his pajamas and stay all night with us. He's really cool."

"We'll see," said the woman, noncommittally.

Mrs. Granados tried to convince me to stay to watch the movie, but when I said 'No thanks' she insisted I have another slice of birthday cake and a cup of coffee. As I drank Camille kept making eyes at me as if to say, "Come on."

"Do you know what?" I said. "I forgot something in the room. I have to go get it."

I hurried to the staircase but ignored Mrs. Granados's comment that, "You'd better wait. The girls are probably half-naked; they're going to want to put their pajamas back on."

I paused when I got to the top of the stairs. I dialed my friend's number. "Tom, something's come up. I'm going to be late. I'll meet you at the bar. No, I don't want to miss Lefty Gillespie and his Blues Band, but this is really important. See you soon." Hanging up the phone, I walked into the room. About half the girls had already changed into their pajamas. Among the others, I didn't see anything I hadn't seen before, except that I noticed that Abigail had removed her bra. Even then there was nothing to see--she had modestly put on a pair of pajamas.

Three of the girls were sitting at the computer; it looked like they were trying to reconfigure it so as to override the Internet child-safety provision. I didn't say a word: there was no sense in trying to help them, since Diana's parents were both computer engineers, and she doubtless knew a lot more about computers than I did.

Camille announced in a loud voice that she was going to change. I was delighted when she removed her blouse, but I knew I couldn't just stand there and stare at her. "I'm still horny," I said. "I want to jerk off again. Is that all right with you?"

A chorus of excited voices encouraged me, so I took my clothes off and climbed into the middle of the huge bed. Linda said, "I know you said you wanted to jerk off, but I was wondering if I could try to give you a blow job?"

"Be my guest," I said, kissing her. I added, "Perhaps it would be a good idea to take off your nightgown. We don't want it to get stained."

I lay back and the young girl slipped her small hands up and down over the silken, thickly veined skin of my staff. Leaning closer she put her soft lips around the bulbous, knob, shuddering as the slick bulb jerked hotly with the contact. She slid one hand under the loose-skinned sac; hefting my balls while her other hand was wrapped around the thickness of my cock. Or at least, as far around it as her little hand could go. I felt her tongue slide under the head of my cock; her lips closed more tightly around it and the suction of her cheeks drew it deeply into her mouth.

I was pleased to be guiding Linda in the fine art of fellatio. Then Angeles asked, "Do you think you could do that to me?"

"What, you want me lick your cunt?" I asked.

She nodded. "I know that Linda said I should try masturbation first, but since you're here..."

"If you take off your pants and sit on my face, I'll give you a ride like you've never had before," I promised.

Despite her eleven years, Angeles hadn't yet entered into the important third phase of sexual development; her pussy was as soft and smooth as a baby's. What's more, it had the distinct smell and even the taste of Ivory soap. I licked slowly around the edges of her labia, and I felt the muscles of her firm butt tense and flex.

"Ohhh ... Mr. Pyle!" the youngster cried out when I thrust my tongue into her slit. Her labia parted easily, opening the way to her soft, pink vagina and to her clitoris, which had become engorged and was jutting out from underneath its hood. I pressed my tongue slowing inside her, parting her labia minora and applying pressure just below her clitoris. Angeles uttered a loan moan and she held my head tightly. I made a series of long, hard licks all the way up and down, and then probed quickly into that slight recession just beneath her clit. The young pupil was moaning now, constantly and softly, but I brought my entire tongue in a long, slow brush over her clit for the first time. The girl cried out and pressed my head even tighter against her box; I flicked my tongue back and forth and licked in little circles all around her.

"Ohhh!" the eleven-year-old cried out as I fastened my lips around her pearly bud. "Ohhhhh!" she cried again.

I could hear Angeles's panting as I penetrated her vaginal mouth with the tip of my tongue. Her vagina squeezed and contracted, and her moans became louder as the girl entered orgasm. The feel of her slick, inner flesh rubbing against the surface of my tongue, and the musky smell and sweet taste of her juices increased my own pleasure. I cupped her ass more firmly and pulled her clitoris into my mouth while flicking my tongue back and forth over it.

"Ohhhhh ... ooohhhh!" the girl cried out again as her thighs clamped tightly around my head and her hips pumped up and down on my face. "Mr. Pyle ... oh, Mr. Pyle! Wow, that was ... wow!"

Angeles pulled off my face; meanwhile Linda was still playing with my cock. I hadn't had much of an opportunity to guide the child; considering her inexperience, she was doing a good job. I felt a weak dribble come out of my dick, which Linda eagerly sucked up. She swallowed most of my semen although some of dribbled out of the side of her mouth. She just smiled at me and said, "That was cool, Mr. Pyle, and it really doesn't taste that bad. Did I do it right?"

"Excellent, Linda, excellent," I assured her. "Does anyone else want to try?"

"Don't forget that you're going to help me on Monday during recess," said Nancy.

"Oh yeah, I'll make a note of that," I said. "I guess I should get going so you can watch your movie. I'm just going to stop in the restroom and take a leak."

"Do what?" asked Katie.

"He wants to pee," whispered someone.

I went into the john and I noticed that I had an audience standing behind me. One of the twins asked meekly, "Do you want some help?" she asked. ""May I hold you or something?"

I looked at her and shifted my eyes to her sister. I looked from one nose to another. Finally I picked up her skirt and said, "That would be very nice, Betty." As if in disbelief, a dozen or more eyes stared at me. Smugly I said, "Birthmark."