> Short answer: Yes. Long answer: Hell yes. Longer answer: I'm going to hell for this, but yes.

I laughed so hard i woke up my roommates.

Honestly OP this is fucking excellent, i would say it's better than 90% of the stories that get put on here just because of it's slow and story driven flow, with nothing feeling like it's awkward or out of place or rushed.

Excellent job OP, please keep going.

>>19801
Exactly, it's not only good as porn, it's a wonderful piece of literature. OP, please, keep going.

The s'mores were good. Sara made a mess of herself, getting melted chocolate and bits of marshmallow all over her hands, face, and chest. She also set the first three marshallows she tried to roast on fire before I convinced her of the correct distance from the fire to hold them.

"Guess it's a good thing you didn't get dressed then; you're all messy again."

She laughed and nodded, inattentively cremating another marshmallow.

Once we'd had our fill of s'mores, I put some hot chocolate over the fire and told her she had time to wash up before it got hot. I glanced at the darkening sky and the sudden breeze blowing through the trees; there was a cold front coming, but it wasn't supposed to be here until late tomorrow.

We walked down to the pond, chatting about nothing consequential, and Sara sat on the dock, giving me a very pleasant view of her open crotch while she got her shoes and socks off. Then she stood and started to walk to the end of the dock, but before she could jump in I scooped her up from behind, pressed my lips against her belly, and blew.

"THHHHHPPPPPPPTTTBB!"

She cackled and squirmed out of my arms, but I grabbed her again and started tickling her ribs and belly. She shrieked and laughed, then twisted out of my reach and dove into the pond.

Surfacing, she stuck her tongue out at me. I couldn't follow, since I was fully clothed. She swam around a bit, then concentrated on washing the s'more debris off while I glanced pensively at the darkening sky and the huge thunderheads piling up in the distance. They were getting closer, and the wind was getting stronger. Maybe the weatherman was off a day.

Then again, when has the weatherman ever been right?

"Hey kiddo, better hop out and dry off. It looks like we're gonna get some bad weather soon."

She returned to the dock and I reached down and hauled her up by her hands, and she stood on the dock dripping wet, her pale skin covered in goosebumps, little pink nipples erect, and wet hair clinging to her head. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.

"It's freezing!"

It was pretty chilly, but more so for her since she was wet and standing in the wind. I looked up at the sky again and frowned.

"It looks like we're gonna get some rain soon. We'd better hurry back."

She trotted over to where she'd left her socks and shoes and started to sit down to put them on, but I interrupted.

"Don't waste time putting them on, just pick them up."

"But- if I go barefoot, the sticks and rocks and stuff hurt my feet."

"I'll carry you. C'mon. Let's get back in the tent before it rains."

I bent down and hefted her up, giving her a piggyback ride to the tent. She stuck her feet out in front of us and wiggled her toes, swinging a shoe in each hand, and hummed some tune while I carefully studied the feel of her damp crotch on the back of my neck.

It started raining before we reached the tent. Hard. It was freezing cold too. Sara shrieked at the sudden splash of cold water from the sky, and I broke into a run. We reached the tent and I basically tossed her into the tent and jumped inside to zip it shut before the tent was flooded by the downpour.

We spent a few minutes huddling in the tent, listening to the rain beat down on the nylon above us, while I took off my shoes to avoid tracking mud into the tent. Sara sat on her little mound of blankets and waited to dry off, still humming that song. It seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place it.

As I sat there, listening to the rain and her humming, I glanced over at her. She sat with her knees, book between her feet, reading. I studied the pale, smooth, milky skin, the way her mosquito bite nipples stood out from the rest of her, the shape of her thin legs and the curve of her butt, the freckles sprinkled across her nose and upper cheeks like the first hints of the Milky Way appearing in the night sky, her damp hair clinging to her forehead...

Now, whether or not it was appropriate in any way, shape, or form to be sexually attracted to an 11 year old girl, she was pretty. She was definitely an eye-pleaser regardless of whether or not you lusted for her inappropriately.

We were alone, in the wilderness, with no around for miles, she was naked, and she had proved herself quite willing, or at least very curious. I wondered if I could take further advantage of that.

"Hey, Sara."

"Hmm?"

"You don't get sex ed until next year, right?"

"I think so. I dunno. We haven't had it yet though."

I casually asked, "So if you knew a lot of the stuff beforehand, do you think you'd make a better grade?"

She seemed to think about it for a moment, then nodded. That certainly made sense.

"So do you remember what all the parts are on a guy and what they do?"

"I think so."

"I dunno," I said, sounding skeptical. "I'm sure you'll remember. How about I quiz you?"

"Ok," she said, putting her book down and sitting up attentively.

I slid out of my pants, then got on my knees and pulled my boxes down to expose myself to her.

"So which one's the penis?"

She giggled and pointed.

"Ok, which part is the head?"

She pointed, and I pretended I couldn't tell what she was pointing at; she then reached out and poked it.

"Ok, so what's this part called?"

"The... shaft?"

"Mm-hm. So what's the penis do?"

"It gets all big and hard."

"What else?"

"And then it squirts that snotty stuff. Oh, and it pees too."

I smirked at that one.

"What's this part called?"

"The scrrrrr..... scretum?"

"Scrotum. What's inside it?"

"The testacles!" It rhymed with Hercules.

"Testicles," I corrected. "And what do they do?"

"They make the slimy stuff that squirts out when your penis feels really good."

"What's it called?"

"Uh..."

"Semen."

"Semen. Ok."

"And what's it for?"

"It makes babies!"

I pulled my boxers back up and patted her on the head as I sat down.

"Good job, kiddo. You know all the guy parts. What about the girl parts?"

She adopted a puzzle expression and scratched an itch on her back.

"The vagina?"

"Right, that's part of it. But do you know all the parts?"

"Girls have more parts?"

I laughed and she looked embarrassed.

"Of course. So you don't know what they all are?"

She shook her head.

"Here, I'll show you. Spread your legs."

She looked me in the eye and held me there for several long seconds. After a moment's hesitation, I saw nothing but trust in those deep, blue eyes. She immediately spread her legs apart and looked down at her own crotch in curiosity.

My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. It was all I could do to keep my hands from shaking in nervous excitement. I bent down to her level.

Her outer labia were smooth, without so much as a trace of peach fuzz, milky white, a freckle on the left lip. Just the tip of the clitoral hood or inner labia, I wasn't sure which, peeked out from between her lips. I gently reached out and touched one side of her labia, stroking its softness.

"This outside part is called the outer labia."

"Labia?"

"It's Latin for 'lips', 'cause they look like someone's lips, kinda."

"How do you know all that?"

I smiled at her and responded, "I'm a grown up. We know these things."

She smiled back.

"You're a cool grown up. You know all kinds of stuff."

We both returned out attentions to her privates and I gently parted her outer lips.

"Hold those open."

She reached down with both hands and pulled her labia aside, affording me a clear view of what was hidden inside her Venus' cleft.

It was pink and moist, and very clean looking. Much more so than in any adult porn I'd seen. The inner labia seemed to be vestigial only, a neat little arc on either side of her slit that met to form the little nub of her clitoral hood. I pressed my index finger against the opening of her holy-of-holies.

"Do you know what this is?"

"My... vagina?"

"Uh-huh. Do you know what it's for?"

"That's where I pee from, right?"

"Not even close, kiddo."

"Really?"

"Yep." I rubbed it with my fingertip, marveling at how I was really touching the entrance to... yeah, let's just skip the verbose descriptions, shall we?

"I didn't know that. I can't really see down there," she said, defensively. "So what's it for then?"

"Mmmm," I considered my responses, then went with, "It's complicated. You won't understand it all until you're older."

"Oh. So where do I pee from, then?"

I looked closely and... couldn't find it. I poked the general area of where it should be.

"It's a little hole there. And do you know what this is?" I was touching her hood now.

"Nuh-uh."

"That's your clitoris."

"My what?"

"Clitoris. It's a little bump that hides underneath this little fold of skin here."

"What's it do?"

"Well... you know how you can make me feel really good by touching my penis?"

"Yeah."

"The clitoris is sort of the same thing for girls."

"Really?"

"Yup. If a boy touches it just right, it feels really good."

She bent over and peered at her crotch, trying to get a good luck.

"You wanna try it?"

She met my eyes again; no suspicion, no disbelief, just childish curiosity. Which I was shamelessly taking advantage of.

"It feels good for girls like it does for you?"

"Yup."

"Ok!"

"All right, come sit in my lap."

She wiggled around into my lap, I leaned her back with me so we could both see, and she spread her legs for me. I wrapped my left around her waist and she clung onto it with both hands, while my right hand slid down to her crotch. I started gently rubbing her outer labia with my index and middle fingers. Man, she was silky soft.

"How's that feel?"

"It feels funny."

"Funny how?"

"It kinda tickles."

"Do you like it?"

She thought for a moment, then shrugged.

"I guess?"

I continued rubbing her labia for another minute or so, then gently parted her lips and rubbed my index finger up and down her slit. She made a sudden intake of breath.

"How's that?"

"It... tickles."

"Is that good, or bad?"

She didn't answer.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

She squirmed in my lap a little, then nodded, a blush spreading across her face.

I rubbed up and down her little slit for a while longer, then rubbed my finger in a shorter arc across her clitoris. When I got no overt reaction, I placed my finger directly on top of her hood and started rubbing in circles.

She squirmed and giggled.

"That tickles!"

I laughed with her and rubbed a little harder. She suddenly froze, a startled look on her face.

"Whoa."

"How's that feel?"

"It feels... weird."

"You want me to stop?"

She stayed frozen for a long moment, then nodded uncomfortably. I was disappointed, but I guess it was to be expected. I removed my hand from her crotch.

"Ok."

Then I hugged her with both arms and quietly spoke into her ear, "I just want you to feel as good as you made me feel."

She blushed a deeper red, turned around in my lap, and hugged me back. We held each other like that for a few seconds before I realized she was shivering.

"Are you cold?"

"Yeah."

"Better get dressed then, you don't want to catch a cold."

She got up, slid on her panties, night shirt, and socks, and burrowed under the blankets. Come to think of it, I was getting pretty chilly too. I folded back my sleeping bag and slid inside, then zipped it up.

We both lay there, reading by our flashlights, listening to the steady drumbeat of heavy rain and the rumble of approaching thunder. I glanced at my watch; if it weren't raining, it'd be getting dark right about now.

"I'm cold."

"Here, c'mere kiddo."

I unzipped my sleeping bag, grabbed the pad underneath her and her nest of blankets and slid the entire assembly over next to me. Then I wrapped one arm around the bundle of blankets with her inside and scooted her into the sleeping bag with me and zipped it back up.

"Better?"

"Yeah."

We read for a while longer, until I noticed she had dozed off and I set her book and flashlight aside. She sleepily wiggled deeper into her nest of blankets so only a bit of light brown hair poked out and then lay still. I smiled to myself as I brushed my hand through her hair, gently so as not to wake her. Then I turned off my flashlight and lay there in the dark.

You know how cartoons have that little angel that stands on your shoulder and encourages you to resist temptation? I didn't hear a peep out of that guy the entire time I was fondling a little girl's crotch. As soon as I turned the light out, the little bastard jumped out and was yelling, "That was wroooooong, mister!"

Hey, asshole, where were you when all this started? He was jerking off while I got a handjob and fondled a little girl, that's what. Then as soon as I'm alone, more or less, he does his best to make me feel like a guilty piece of shit.

Well, I guess that's what I was.

And once again, I lay there in the dark, feeling guilty and afraid, hating myself for what I'd done.

Thunder boomed in the distance.

My god, two updates in as many days? Am i dead? Is this heaven? This is the best update so far! I must be dead, this is too good.

In the off chance that i'm not, GOOD GOD OP that was amazing! I came buckets. Now.... i want.... moar....

Nice update! Keep it up, please!

It took a while but this thread is really paying off. Cheers OP

Started from the bottom now we here

In all honesty though I have grown to appreciate these characters and I'm excited to see the next update

Thanks OP!

godam op this is the best elit i've read since i discovered anonympc 3 years ago ... that's the highest complement i can give really

So what do you like most about the story, and what do you like least? Gimme some criticism so I know what works and what doesn't.

Also, I'm not going on sabbatical until I finish the camping trip, for those who are curious.

>>19834

What works best for your story? Your restraint towards the start has been ridiculous. This has been such a slow burn that I was suspicious (and many were convinced) that you were trolling, and that you were just going to build and build and build, and all of a sudden we'd get a post that says "And then I went home", and never hear from you again.

What worked against you in this story? Your restraint towards the start has been ridiculous. This has been such a slow burn that I was suspicious (and many were convinced) that you were trolling, and that you were just going to build and build and build, and all of a sudden we'd get a post that says "And then I went home", and never hear from you again.

Seriously, though--a great quote I recall reading from Alfred Hitchcock says "There's no terror in the bang; only in the anticipation of it." It's the same for passion and desire; the more slow and subtle the journey, the more epic the climax.

Mind you, keeping with the Hitchcock quote, there's no terror in aftermath, either; now that you're rolling down Badtouch Gorge towards Lake Boomchicka Bwah-Bwah, you probably should assess where you want to go when you're through. Make it sappy and turn it into a 'forbidden love' drama? Take a dark turn and make it a 'corruption of innocence/spiral into depravity' tale? Turn it sad and make the rest of the story a cautionary tale about someone from the outside catching wind and the main character trying to continue his romance while his life (and hers) spirals down the drain and is ultimately destroyed?

These would all be entertaining stories, but none of them are the one you've been writing. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I realize:

Your tale--the crawling sprawling glorious torture that you've inflicted upon this board for almost a year now--ends at the bang.

>>19834

For one, i love the realism. Sara just comes off as such an authentic little girl of her age, especially her reactions in the latest chapters. Our protagonist doesn't seem so fleshed out to me, but only because the story is told strictly through his perspective. I still don't know what he was going to college for (that may be my fault for not remembering) what his dreams are, maybe past loves shit like that. This in no way detracts from the story i still absolutely love it just some character backstory that may be added.

The only real gripe i have is the depictions of Sara, it just seems like there could be alot of fap worthy fleshing out of the nude scenes of her.

> yeah, let's just skip the verbose descriptions, shall we?

No, let's not, that's exactly why we come to this board lol.

I get this weird feeling like the reason there was such a long break in the writing is that nothing much was happening in the authors life and that the reason for this big burst of content is that he recently went on a camping trip.

But that's just silly.

This is purely fiction.

>>19840

The story resembles my real life in no way, shape, or form.

>>19834
You are a god in earth and I thank you for this glorious narrative, but please do describe more the situation, the sensations and the feelings, it's just what it makes it perfect.

>>19840
So Silly. Why would you think something like that?

Havsb

>>19844
I'm eagerly awaiting more, this is solid gold broseph.

Hey, dropping by to let you know I just stumbled upon this story last night and read it ALLLLLLLLL.

I need more. Like, now. Please. Your writing style is simply awesome!

Someone said this already but I agree with them. We appreciate the verbose descriptions of what is going on and being seen.

Even without that this is a great story, can't wait for more!

>>19812 Is this heaven?

No, it's Iowa. (Although, if the running gag continues, we may very well be able to expect the next update to come from the great beyond)

OP, this is some goram amazing work you've got here. As a pedophile panty-fetishist who fancies a little eleven year old who seems to like her mornings clothed the same as Sara, the early updates alone had me rock hard, and the later progress- well, you can imagine.

Keep up the good work.

>>19884

>goram

I like you.

>>19887
>>19884

this story needs more cuddling and Firefly watching

OP here. As if the nuclear war weren't bad enough, a comet struck the earth. A large portion of the ocean and the comet itself were vaporized; tidal waves annihilated every nation on the Atlantic all along the shoreline, dozens of miles inland. Hundreds of entire cities are simply gone. A dense cloud layer of dust and water vapor encircles the earth and may take decades to settle back to ground level; the sun hasn't shined in days. The increased albedo means sunlight won't get through properly and plant life around the world is going to die off en mass. Global temperatures are dropping rapidly as we enter a new ice age. We may face the extinction of the entire human race; at the very least, there will be worldwide chaos, murder for food and other resources, rape, looting, cannibalism, and rioting.

To make matters worse, I have no fucking idea where my iPod went, so I can't even listen to REM's It's The End Of The World As We Know It while I load my SKS and head for the hills. This is definitely worse than Y2K.

Oddly, this has put me in the mood to write.

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In the morning I woke up without hating myself or feeling guilty. Actually, I was disoriented and couldn't remember where I was or what I'd been doing all weekend. I had a dream where I was trapped in a lecture by my monotone professor forever, and suddenly he was Jewish and wanted to circumcise me. I told him I was already circumcised, like most American men, but he said, "no no, this time I finish the job" and pulled out a pair of hedge clippers. Then I went skiing with David Hasselhoff. Clearly, my subconscious is insane.

After I woke up and took a moment to remember that I was in a tent, what I'd done that weekend, and realize it was STILL raining like some old guy in a big boat full of animals was going to show up, I became aware of something warm in my sleeping bag with me.

I was laying on my side, and Sara was spooned up against me, her butt molded to my crotch, and thoroughly hidden under her mound of blankets and the sleeping bag. I could see just a bit of her light brown hair sticking out about where my shoulder was.

Well, all things considered, I didn't have to get out of bed any time soon, right? I glanced at my watch and noticed the face was fogged over... on the inside. Cheap 'made in China' piece of crap. It was still running, and I was surprised to see it was ten o'clock. Wow. That late, and it was not only still raining, but it was this dark out? I groped around for my pants and retrieved my cell phone to confirm that I hadn't just woken up after a couple hours of sleep; yep, it was ten in the morning, all right.

I set the phone back down and lay back down. Then I slowly slid one arm around Sara and snuggled closer to her. Yeah. This was nice. It wouldn't last, but this was nice.

As I started to doze off again, I remembered that I'd left the damn hot chocolate sitting by the fire last night. In the rain.

Lovely.

I woke up about an hour later when Sara started wiggling around in the sleeping bag, digging her heels into my shins and thrashing around. Eventually, her head popped out of the blankets and she took a deep breath, like someone who'd just emerged from underwater and run out of air.

"Morning, kiddo. Sleep well?"

"Mm-hm."

She rubbed her eyes drowsily for a few seconds, then sat up and stared into space like a zombie. Her hair stuck out in all directions and seriously needed brushing. After a while she flopped back down and pulled the blankets back up. Clearly, she was not a morning person.

"C'mon, kiddo. It's after eleven. We gotta get up; today's the day we pack up and go home."

No response. I unzipped the sleeping bag and got out, stretching. I pulled my pants on, wincing at how cold they were, then put my socks on.

"C'mon Sara, we gotta get up."

"Nn-nn."

"Yes, we gotta get up. C'mon, hop to it."

She just burrowed deeper under the blankets. So I unzipped the sleeping bag the rest of the way and folded it over, then lifted the bottom of the blankets to expose her feet and grabbed her by the ankles. Then I stood up quickly and lifted.

She shrieked as she was suddenly yanked out from under her warm blankets and suspended upside down, nightshirt flopping over her head, and I shook her up and down while roaring like a monster. I dropped her, gently, onto the blankets, then dropped to my knees and began tickling her mercilessly while she flailed her arms around trying to get her shirt down and out of my reach. She shrieked and giggled the entire time.

"Nope! You're not getting away!"

I wrapped one arm around her waist and continued tickling her with the other while she laughed. She tried to tickle me back, but I was holding her back against my chest and she couldn't reach me very well. Finally she begged me to stop and I let her go. She flopped onto her back, breathless, and grinned up at the ceiling of the tent. I admired her panties (the white ones with the ribbon) and pale, shapely legs. Finally, after a minute or two to let her catch her breath, I told her we had to get up so we could pack and go home.

"Do we have to?"

"'fraid so, kiddo. If it's raining like this all day, we can't do anything but sit in the tent, so we might as well go home early. Besides, I could use a nice, hot shower."

Sara grudgingly got dressed, whining about her pants being cold as ice, then we packed our things. The backpacks were in the trunk of the car, but we didn't have much to pack since all our dirty clothes were in there. I rolled up my sleeping bag and pad, stacked both pillows on top of them, and wrapped the entire bundle in Sara's blankets. Now I could carry it all in one cumbersome package instead of making multiple trips.

Sara tucked both our books under her shirt to keep them dry(ish) and we ran for the car. I tossed my bundle into the trunk, then started the engine and turned on the heater. She sat in the back seat, warm and mostly dry, while I tossed her my clean shirt and ran back to dismantle the tent. With the tent down, I waded through the mud, tossed it into the trunk, and got in the car, thoroughly soaked. I used my sweaty but otherwise clean shirt from Friday to dry off my head and torso, then put my clean shirt back on.

"All right, I think we're all set. You need to stop anywhere?"

"Can we stop someplace with a nice bathroom? I haven't pooped since we left, 'cause the gas station bathrooms were gross, and you didn't bring toilet paper."

"Oh. Sure, we'll stop somewhere to get breakfast and you can go there."

I got my clean shirt soaked opening and closing the gate to our property, but the drive to the nearest IHOP let me go from soaked to damp. Then we got out in the rain again and ran inside. I really should have brought a jacket or something. Never trust the weatherman. If they're not lying to you about the weather, they're bombing police stations.

Yes, I just reference a 1960's communist terrorist organization, the leader of which mentored our current president. If you don't want me derailing my narrative with random crap, you shouldn't be talking to me.

Anyway, Sara ran to the bathroom and I took the opportunity to duck into the men's room and wash up. Then I bent under the hand drier and let it blow hot air on me and my shirt in an attempt to dry off somewhat. Failing, I made a mental note to destroy every public bathroom that used a blow drier instead of paper towels if I ever became absolute dictator and walked back out. Sara had already picked a table and was waiting for me.

We both got waffles and orange juice, and she swung her feet back and forth, bouncing them off my knees, and chattered about how cool camping was and all the neat stuff in the woods. To my relief, the closest she came to mentioning our sexual escapades was a brief comment about how she'd learned a lot... and her example was a flower I'd told her was poisonous. Maybe I was safe. Maybe not. Maybe she'd tell Bill and he'd peel my dick like a banana.

She sat in the back and hummed some happy tune the entire trip back, engrossed in the adventures of a hairy midget and thirteen bearded, alcoholic midgets. I spent the entire trip back getting more and more nervous about her saying something to Bill or one of her teachers. It'd be the end of my entire life if she told someone.

Dammit, why did I do that? Why did I take things that far? Why the hell was I getting into sexual stuff with an 11 year old who probably didn't even understand the full ramifications of what we'd done? What the hell was wrong with me?

I was miserable by the time I pulled into the parking lot by the apartment building. Fortunately, the rain was moving the other direction and it was dry and sunny, though still cool, when we pulled in. I grabbed our stuff from the car and brought it in, while Sara used her key to open the door for me. Going up the stairs with a bunch of blankets, a tent, a sleeping bag, and dirty laundry in your arms is harder than you might expect, incidentally.

I tossed the dirty clothes in the hamper and made a note to do laundry later; Bill had removed the washer and drier from our apartment to give Sara her own room, so we had to use the common laundry room downstairs, which was a hassle, but again- location, location, location. It was a great apartment, and it was a block from campus.

Sara scampered off to her room, and I went into mine, shutting the door and stripping out of my damp clothes. I grabbed fresh clothes out of my drawers and laid them out on my bed, then opened the door to head for the shower.

Sara was already naked and slipping into the bathroom. I reach out and goosed her butt.

"Eeek!"

I grinned and stuck my tongue out at her.

"Hey kiddo, I thought I had first dibs on the shower!"

She gave me an indignant, pouty look, but grudgingly stepped out of the bathroom.

"Don't use all the hot water before I get in."

"What, like you do to me all the time?"

She squawked defensively, but I glanced at the clock at the far end of the apartment and saw it was only a little after three; we'd made great time getting back.

And Bill wasn't due back until ten.

Well, I'd already been swimming with Sara naked two days in a row now, and I'd fondled her privates and encouraged her to jerk me off twice. If I was destined for the lake of fire, I might as well swan dive into the deep end.

"You know, we could both take a shower at the same time. That way we'd both get hot water and not have to wait on each other."

She smiled hesitantly, glanced down (at her toes or her naked body, I don't know which) nervously, then looked up and nodded.

"Ok."

In my mind, I heard a cash register chiming. Damnedest thing.

We both headed into the bathroom and I shut the door behind us. I climbed into the tub first and Sara got in behind me, then stood there awkwardly while I turned the water on, adjusted the temperature, and then turned the shower head on.

Now, if you've never showered with someone else before, allow me to explain: it's awkward. Most tubs/shower stalls are only designed for one person. This means that it's hard to squeeze past one another to get the soap (though I will admit, if your shower partner is a short 11 year old girl, that makes it slightly easier) and only one person can be in the shower at a time, while the other person stands there waiting their turn. Being that I was bigger and had gotten in first, this meant I was getting almost all the hot water and Sara was just standing there getting some spray and whatever I splashed in her direction.

Finally, I grabbed the detachable shower head and pulled it off the wall, and handed it to Sara.

"Here. You spray yourself while I soap you down."

She reveled in the hot water while I lathered the soap, then took both hands and ran them all up and down her entire body. Her arms, her legs, her butt, her back, her chest, her belly... she giggled occasionally and posed however I told her, to give me better access.

Then I casually reached a soapy hand down and began rubbing her crotch. Thoroughly. I had to make sure she was clean down there, after all.

Yeah, I don't believe it either.

She didn't give any overt reaction when I touched her privates and just kept chattering. She rinsed herself off and then I shampooed her hair, lathering, rinsing, and repeating (something I never did personally, but I wanted to prolong this.) while we discussed the finer points of Bram Stoker's Dracula, which I had had to read in high school and she had stolen from her brother and read a few months ago.

Then it was my turn and I held the shower head on myself while she started soaping me down all over and explained, very seriously, why Twilight was complete crap and it was the only book she'd ever thrown in the trash. I knew there was a reason I liked her; even for a well-read 11 year old, she had taste.

Then, inevitably, she reached my crotch and hesitated.

"It's ok if I touch it, right?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

She blushed a little and grinned shyly, then took me in her soft, gentle hands and began soaping me down. I took the opportunity to instruct her in the right way of doing things: very thoroughly, making sure not to miss anything, and paying special attention to soaping my penis down in much the same manner that she had jerked me off the day before.

And of course, it wasn't long before I got an erection. She continued soaping/jerking, staring in fascination.

"Does it feel good again?"

"Sweetie, pretty much any time a girl touches it the right way, it feels good."

"Really?"

"Mm-hm."

She bent over to get a closer look and continued jerking. The soap made me really slick, so while it was great at first, now I wasn't getting so much out of it.

"Here, let me rinse off real quick."

I rinsed all the soap off while Sara stood at the back of the tub, then hung the shower head up again. I was about to reach for the shampoo when Sara pointed to my penis and said, "it's still all big and hard."

"Yep."

Her face scrunched in an adorable look of thought and she met my eyes.

"So doesn't it make your testacles"- she still made it rhyme with Hercules- "uncomfortable if you don't orgasm after it gets hard?"

"Sure. They get kinda sore."

"How do you make them stop?"

"Well, you either orgasm, or you wait a really long time for them to quit hurting."

She poked my scrotum and peered at it quizzically.

"So if you don't orgasm now, they'll hurt?"

Probably not, but it was a possibility. Like I said, blue balls are a real thing, if exaggerated by boys trying to get their high school sweethearts to go all the way.

"Yeah, probably."

She looked up at me innocently and asked, "Do you want to have an orgasm then?"

I wasn't about to explain that that was like asking a starving person if he wanted a sandwich, so I just said sure.

"It's kinda awkward in here though, let's step out of the tub."

I realize I had skipped the shampoo, but let's be honest: sexy time comes first. Period. No exceptions. Any guy who says otherwise (even the ones who aren't molesting little girls) is castrated and probably gay.

I turned the shower off and stepped out of the tub, standing in front of the sink with my legs slightly spread and penis erect. Sara got out and at first bent over to stroke my penis, then found it more comfortable to kneel before me and do it.

You know, now that I think about it, why was General Zod so obsessed with having Superman kneel before him?

Ew. Nevermind. Back to the totally inappropriate enjoyment of a little girl giving me a handjob.

I leaned back on the edge of the sink and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her small hand wrapped around my shaft and rhythmically jerking up and down. It was glorious. It felt wonderful. I looked down and basked in the look of concentration on her face, damp hair stuck to her forehead. She looked up and met my eyes with her blue gemstone orbs, grinning and blushing simultaneously, and returned her gaze to my penis. I tried to get her to fondle my balls a little too, but she didn't seem enthusiastic about it, so I didn't push her.

After what seemed like an eternity of paradise, but was probably only about five minutes, I could feel the growing pressure in my balls and a tingling, wonderful sensation shooting up my spine into my brain and exploding behind my eyes. My penis pumped load after load of semen and I grunted in ecstasy. Damn. A guy could get used to this! It was way better than masturbating to internet porn. Feeling horny and want a better experience than just jerking off? Get an 11 year old girl, she'll do it for you! Act now and get a free membership in the Catholic church! Oh wait, they're into little boys. Nevermind.

My load finally spent and my heart beating like a jackhammer, I sighed in release and looked down to discover where I'd just come.

All over Sara's face.

Some of it was on her forehead, but most of it was splashed across both cheeks and the bridge of her nose, spurted horizontally as she'd jerked her head back and shaken her face in a vain attempt to escape the semen pumping from the dick inches away from it. Her freckles were hidden under globs of white. Some was dripping off the end of her nose onto her thighs, and there was a glob covering her right eye. Her entire face was scrunched in an expression of displeasure, and she slowly opened her left eye, the one not covered in my semen, and released her grip on my rapidly shrinking penis.

"Sorry kiddo, I didn't have time to warn you."

She grimaced and just sat motionless, unsure of what to do. Damn. If only I dared to take a picture of this. Then again, taking photos of naked 11 year olds with your jizz all over their faces was a pretty good way to go to prison and get shanked with a shiv, so I didn't dare to.

I laughed and helped her to her feet.

"You look so funny, kiddo."

She laughed too, holding her hands so she wouldn't drip from her face to the floor.

"You look cute too, with that stuff all over your face."

Did you know you can see a girl blush underneath a layer of semen? Now you do.

I picked her up by the armpits, unnecessarily, and set her in the tub, then rinsed her off again. That done, she climbed out and we both began drying off.

"Thank you for helping me orgasm, Sara. I appreciate that. That was nice of you."

She grinned and looked away shyly. I hugged her naked body to mine for a few moments, then let go and opened the bathroom door.

As I started to step into my room, Sara stopped me by grabbing my hand.

"What's up, kiddo?"

"Um... Can we not tell my brother?"

My knees almost buckled underneath me, I was so relieved. Oh geeze. I was worried about keeping this a secret and afraid to ask her to do so, and SHE was asking ME! Still, I wanted to pretend there was nothing wrong or unusual about what we'd done, so she wouldn't get weirded out by it.

"Sure. But how come?"

She blushed again and twisted away from me at the hips, arms behind her back. I recognized it as a nervous gesture kids often made when they were embarrassed.

"'cause."

"'cause why?"

"Just 'cause."

"Ok. We can keep it a secret. No one else will know, just us. Ok?"

She nodded and smiled.

"Ok."

Then she suddenly hugged me and I got to enjoy the wonderful sensation of her naked body pressed against mine. I hugged her back after a moment of startled surprise, and she slipped out of my arms and skittered into her room, shutting the door behind her.

I went into my room, got dressed, and headed into the living room. Man, I'd really dodged a bullet there! I went way over the line repeatedly this weekend, and even took the risk of doing it again as soon as we got back to the apartment. I must be crazy. I went insane and started lusting after some kid like a pervert, and now I'm so far off the rails I was actively doing things that would forever ruin my life if anyone found out. And she not only didn't seem weirded out by any of it, she wanted to keep it a secret.

That was fine by me!

A minute later, she scampered into the living room and dove onto the couch next to me, dressed in jeans, socks, and a purple t-shirt that made me envy the blind.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

>>19899
I love that you're continuing the story OP. I check on this thread every day to see if there's an update.

>>19899 >In my mind, I heard a cash register chiming. Damnedest thing.

OP, do you accept marriage proposals from random pedo-smut enthusiasts on the internet?