When I as ten years old I met a really nice man who was forty. He was good looking, had a nice body and was the kindest, most generous, gentle and affectionate man you could ever possibly meet. He was also my Dad's boss at work. I first saw him when I was ten. It was shortly after my Dad went to work for him. He was invited over for dinner and the first thing I noticed was how hot he was and the second was that he didn't have a wife. That night I masturbated while imagining having sex with him.

Bill coming over for dinner became a regular thing and he and my Dad became friends. He also had a lot of money which made him even more desirable. He started to bring me gifts every visit. I could tell by the way he looked at me that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I began fantasizing about being married to him.

On my parents anniversary my Dad planned to take my Mom out for a night on the town. But at the last minute the baby sitter canceled and Bill happened to be over the house that afternoon to work out last minute details of a project and was going to be gone at four to leave my parents to their celebration. When he heard my Mom upset that she couldn't get a baby sitter, he offered to stay with me, all night if necessary. My parents were elated and ended up getting a hotel room for the night.

The rents were gone by five and it was Bill and me for the next 18 hours. I almost wet myself with excitement. It was the very first time we were alone together for more than ten minutes. Bill asked if I would like if he ordered Pizza and I said yes. I love pizza so he ordered a jumbo size one and put on the TV and asked what I wanted to watch. I said anything and so he skimmed through the Pay-per-view and found something that turned out to be an unrated movie with subtitles (French I think) about a little girl who has an affair with his Dad's boss. What are the chances right?

So I hop on the couch with Bill and inch as close as I dared. I wanted to be naked in his arms but I settled for sitting on the sofa with a six inch space between us. I was watching the girl kiss the guy and getting really wet when I felt Bill's hand on my knee. He just left it there and I could feel it burning my knee and I wanted it further up between my legs. Then he massaged my knee and I just fell over and leaned against him. I knew things were going to get good when he put his arm around me and pulled me in closer. I didn't have tits yet but that didn't stop him from cupping what would one day be my left tit. I put my right hand on his thigh half way between his knee and crotch while he continued to massage my knee slowly working towards the hem of my skirt.

I wanted to invite him to continue up my leg so I spread my legs about a foot apart and that did the trick. He moved his hand right up my thigh and up my skirt and right onto my pussy mound. I almost came. He softly massaged me through my panties and I figured if he cold do that I can go further so I put my hand right on his crotch. I wanted badly to touch his cock. He fished between his legs and pulled the zipper into an upright position and moved it between my thumb and finger. I got the message. I unzipped him and as I slipped my hand in his pants he slipped his in my panties. That first touch of his fingers directly on my pussy lips sent a shock of pleasure right up my body. My nipples got hard and he started to gently caress them. I moved around in his pants and found his cock and pulled it out. It was a struggle since it was so huge. I had seen pictures of girls sucking dick but I had no idea how to do it right. I girl friend of mine told me she once sucked a boys dick and told me about it so I put a few things together in my mind and figured that if I did it wrong he would show me what was right. After all he was the grown up. I was scared but I was more excited than scared so I leaned over and took the head in my mouth. I thought it might taste gross but it didn't. It smelled awesome and tasted wonderful and felt wonderful in my mouth. I sucked as much into my mouth as I could but could only get about a third of it in my mouth.

Meanwhile he was gently fingering my pussy and making it feel wonderful. After a while he got off the sofa and laid me back on it and knelt down and took off my panties and kissed my pussy. He kissed it all over but then changed to licking it and that is when I finally came and it was a gazillion times better than the few times I managed to make myself cum. But instead of stopping, he just kept softly licking my pussy and after a while I built up to a second orgasm and then a third and He didn't let up until I came five times. Then and only then did he let me resume sucking him. He played with my hair while I did my best to pleasure him then I followed his instructions including playing with his balls and he shot a massive load down my throat. I hadn't realized how much a guy could cum until I realized some was dribbling out my nose. I fell in love with the taste of his sperm immediately and became obsessed with it. I licked it up off his cock cleaning him up and licked my hands and wiped more off my face and licked that off my hands as well. Then I wanted to kiss him and hopped on his lap straddling him. I felt his cock softening under my pussy lips. He leaned down and kissed me and that was my very first kiss with a guy. We made out for about an hour before he carried me off to bed.

We slept together nude and several times that night he ate me to more orgasms and I sucked him to another cum. That was the best night of my life.

After that Bill offered to baby sit me frequently and my parents made it almost a weekly thing though not so much with the overnights. Bill and I did everything except fuck for the next two years. We were like two peas in a pod. He kept buying me wonderful gifts, clothes, my own TV, a computer, cell phone, all kinds of stuff my Dad would not have been able to afford. He also took me out on dates. At first my mom didn't want that but after a lot of begging on my part she relented and I started to date Bill. Of course my parents didn't think of it that way at first. They used it as an opportunity to be alone and my Dad either didn't want to know what Bill and I were up to or wanted to pretend his boss was just being nice. I knew what we were doing. We were dating. Bill picked me up and took me to dinner some place nice. I dressed up as grown up and sexy as I could get away with and started to wear make up before turning eleven. I wanted to be his grown up girlfriend. After dinner we would either go see a movie or go to a concert or he would take me dancing some place. Sometimes he just took me over to his place and we would sixty nine all night.

When I was eleven I talked Bill into taking my virginity. I had been begging him to fuck me for months and finally he caved in and got on top and stuck it in. He had already warned me it would hurt but I didn't care. Getting fucked is what made a girl into a woman, at least that was it in my mind. We didn't bother with condoms because I was only eleven and hadn't had my period yet. From then on we fucked every chance we got even though the first few times were not especially pleasant.

I got pregnant before I turned twelve. I made up a bogus excuse that I had done it with a boy in a school party and didn't know his name. I told them it was a boy that didn't go to my school. Bill was scared as hell.

We were all sitting around the kitchen table one day when I was six months pregnant. I had just turned twelve and Bill and my parents and I were talking about my future and my Mom said something about that she had heard that twelve year old girls could get married if they were pregnant if a nice man stepped forward to take on the responsibility. I don't know what made me do it but I blurted out that Bill could marry me. My parents shot down the idea saying that as nice as Bill was they didn't think it fair to stick him with our problem. To my surprise and shock, Bill said he would be honored to be my husband and couldn't think of a nicer person to be married to but didn't think it was legal. I couldn't believe the direction the conversation was going in and the three of them started working out details and negotiations almost as though I wasn't even there. Before we all got up from the table it was all settled and the only thing that remained was finding out the earliest I could marry bill.

The next Monday we four were in a lawyer's office learning about marriage law. As it turned out, in our state, there was at that time no legal minimum as long as we had the consent of a family court. So the paperwork was filed and consent granted by a judge and next thing I knew I was standing at the alter, age 12, nine months pregnant saying "I Do" to Bill and hearing him say it back and then we were pronounced Man and Wife and Bill may kiss the bride, that's me and we were making out in public in front of my rents for the first time and first time in front of friends and family and a minister who was the whole time looking at Bill sternly and at me like a kindly grandfather doing something to his granddaughter he really didn't want to do but did anyways because the alternative was worse. We had a small back yard reception. Honey moon was in Hawaii and I gave birth on our honeymoon three days after we got there. William Jr. was born literally on the beach. We nicknamed him Sandy.

Bill and I remained married until he left me a widow at thirty with three kids. But he also left me his business and so we aren't hurting for money and Dad still works for me which is a little awkward at times. Our oldest just got his MBA and is coming to work for me in a few weeks. Our two younger kids are off at college and have jobs waiting here if they want them.

I know a lot of people will say that Bill was a horrible person for fucking a kid and getting her pregnant at 11 but I know that he loved me. He treated me like a princess and was the best husband and father ever. Looking back the only thing I regret is that my Dad didn't go to work for him years before as I would have loved to have married him at age three. I think a lot of people have made far too big a deal over kids getting married. I don't think anyone should be forced and that includes kids but that doesn't mean it should be prohibited either. Kids should be allowed to have sex with anyone that consents to have sex with them. That is why I didn't make a big deal out of my son having an affair with one of his teachers when he was 13 and that is why I didn't make a big deal out of my daughter giving a blow job to our neighbor who was in his twenties. I asked them if they liked what was happening and they said the LOVED what was happening and I told them to keep me informed and updated and to keep their cell phones with them in case things got out of hand. I trust them since I have educated my children about sex and relationships and what to look out for and how to protect themselves. My youngest is gay and is 20 and his boyfriend is 45. They have had a relationship for five years. They are very happy so that is what is important.