Henry Yancy was a traffic cop outside an elementary school, and for him the best fringe benefit that he got was the sight of the little girls coming and going in their light summer clothing.
For years he had contented himself with fantasies, for he knew how harshly the world treats the pedophile, the man who craves little children, but when lovely little eleven-year-old Melanie Robertson enrolled in the school, everything changed, for at last he found the courage to translate every single one of his fantasies into reality. Step by step he and the child explored the mysteries of sex together, until there was hardly a single act which they had left untried.
They were not the only ones associated with the school who tasted the weird and kinky pleasures of pedophilia. The first to join Melanie in "becoming a woman" at the hands of Patrolman Yancy was her little classmate Emily. When a lovely young teacher witnessed an erotic-spanking game, she felt she had to join in the swing of things too, and it was Emily who sought to prove herself sexually by carrying out a successful seduction of an adult, using her own erotic sketches to lure the art teacher Archibald MacFaddy into her arms, and into the strange world of the pedophile, where often, beneath the bizarre desires, can be found a very special tenderness as well.
CHAPTER ONE
"Hush, don't be frightened," Henry Yancy said as he gently stroked the little girl's thighs. "I'm not going to hurt you, honest I'm not. In fact, I like you a lot."
And indeed he did like her a lot, as his massive swollen whang, which strained against the constricting underpants he was wearing, amply proved. In a little while, that prick would be shooting its load of creamy come, and Henry could hardly wait.
The little girl trembled as she felt the big male hand inch its way up from her knee towards her little cunt. She was only eleven, and so she didn't really understand what this was all about, but her innate female instincts told her that Patrolman Yancy, the friendly cop who did traffic duty outside her school, was up to something he shouldn't be doing.
Henry moved his hand very slowly on the delicate milk-white skin of the child's thigh, partly out of nervousness, for this was the first time that he had ever given into the pedophilic cravings which had so long tormented him, and partly because he wanted to delay the moment that he had dreamed about for so long until the last possible second, in a sort of delicious self-teasing torment.
Henry seemed like a perfectly normal and very nice guy to everyone who knew him, and of course, that was just what he would have still been considered in a society that wasn't shot through with all the guilt-feelings aroused by the Puritan ethic. After all, girls must be initiated into sex at some time in their lives, and the gentle Patrolman Yancy, who, sex aside, had a very real love for children and their innocence, would probably be a lot better initiator than some pimply-faced shit of a high school junior, who is just interested in getting some cunt and doesn't give a fuck about the feelings of the girl. But there are some things which society just doesn't understand yet.
For years he had done frequent traffic duty outside of P.S. 107, and for years people had wondered why it was that he never asked for a change of assignment. The answer was as simple as could be. He lived for the sight of the little girls as they came and went in their pretty, feminine little dresses and frocks made of cotton and other light fabrics. Some men are turned on by the sight of a well-filled feminine thigh, or a pair of proud heaving tits, and like to dream about getting their hands and lips on a mossy woman-triangle. Well, Henry Yancy certainly didn't have anything against all that, but when he beat himself off, he liked to think of the more slender legs of pre-pubescent and pubescent girls, and of naked or only slightly fuzzy cunts! And if you think about it, who could blame him, for little girls really are pretty sexy.
For years his only real sexual contact with the little girls had been in his fantasies, and he had watched them skipping and dancing through his mind while his eager hand pressed and squeezed his hard prick until the big virile rod shuddered out its wad in great heaving spasms that seemed to run from his prick to his toes and back up again, while the thick man-cream spurted into the air. He had never dared anything more than that, for he was aware of society's prejudices against the pedophile.
But at last little Melanie had enrolled in the school. The people who rave of sweet sixteen forget about enchanting eleven, when the little girl is as full of femininity and the promise of womanhood as a rosebud is full of the promise of the flower to come. His eyes had followed the little girl hungrily from the first day he had seen her, and she had come to fill his every waking and sleeping moment. He sometimes even wondered if he had fallen in love with her, and he usually concluded that it was a better than even chance that he had.
Those people who happen to prefer women to little girls would say to themselves when they saw the little dark-blonde sprite skip by that she would one day be a woman who would break men's hearts. But she had already broken the heart of gentle Patrolman Yancy by her frustrating unattainability.
But one day he had realized that he could no longer limit himself to fantasy, and so when he was going off duty he had fallen into step with little Melanie, who was passing by, and soon had a lively conversation going with her, for as he was fond of children, he had a natural ability to talk to them without talking down to them in any kind of condescending manner.
And so now, after he had walked with Melanie across the stretch of vacant ground that was a good shortcut to her home, he had suggested that they sit down and rest for a while.
"Okay, Officer Yancy," she had said, flashing an adorable smile. As his eyes had drunk in the contrast between her pale skin and her dark-blonde hair he had felt his prick start to swell frantically, and any reservations that he might have had about what he was planning to do had just fallen away from him.
He had placed his hand on the soft little knee of the nymph, and then lightly kissed her on the cheek. It had been then that she had guessed that something peculiar was going on, though she was too innocent to really guess that what was beginning was her initiation into the wonderful mysteries and joys of womanhood. It had been at that moment that she had trembled, and that he had whispered to her that she had no reason to be afraid, as indeed she didn't.
Yancy had to get that prick out in the open before it broke in two. Just the feeling of his hand on the slight, eleven-year-old shoulder was enough to cause it to rebel furiously against the confinement of his pants. His fingers fumbled with the zipper, and in a moment he had his pants down. Then down slid the underpants, and his massive tool swung out into view, ready for action. It really was big, too, for Henry Yancy was a very virile man.
Little Melanie's eyes opened wide at the sight of the hard rod, with its blue veins and its frantic bulging knob on the end. Even more fascinating were the balls, which were pulled up hard against the root of the prick now, as they hungered for a chance to send the thick male cream shooting through the hard prick itself.
"Have you ever seen one of these before, Melanie?" he asked the child as he gave the dick a pat.
"N-not like that," she said with a voice that was half full of fright and half bursting with a curiousity that was starting to turn into desire. She had seen her father's prick once, when he had been going to take a shower, for she came from a pretty liberal family where they weren't as uptight about nakedness as in some others. She'd been given a sort of birds and bees lecture about sex which she hadn't understood terribly well and which had been given by her mother in order to prepare her for whenever her first period came, and there was a dreary sex education course in school! But all that sort of theoretical knowledge was quite a different cup of tea from actually seeing the frantic male rod, pulsating in its desire to fire its goo into a woman!
The amazing and delightful thing about females is the way in which they are such perfect potential women, no matter what the age is. So that already as little Melanie gazed at Henry's prick, she started unconsciously to lick her tongue, and to wonder what it would be like to have that funny looking pole inside her mouth or her little cunt. In fact, the more she looked at it, the more eager she was to know what it felt like.
Henry, as had been said, understood children well, and so he had instinctively suspected that this would be what the reaction would be, and for that reason he stopped moving his hand up towards the cock in order to allow the child's own instincts to get her in the mood for what it was that he had in mind.
"M-may I touch it?" a timid and thoroughly delightful little feminine voice asked, as a tiny and delicate little hand reached gingerly out.
"Please do, Melanie," he smiled, "I'd like that a lot."
The dainty fingers touched the rod at first as if it were a red-hot poker, and drew back again sharply when they felt the prick quiver at the longed-for contact with the skin of a little girl. But her feminine instincts were too strong for that sort of thing to continue long, and for that reason, the hand reached out again, and started to squeeze the big dick, while Melanie smiled as if she had just found a new toy.
Henry gasped as he felt the little fingers around his hot meat, and in fact, it was just by the slimmest of margins that he kept from going off right then and there. He could tell by the nature of those squeezes that he was getting down there that little Melanie's girlish curiousity was being quickly swamped by a mounting tide of womanly desire, something so new to the little eleven-year-old that she was almost unable to recognize what it was!
The time was ripe for Henry to get his paws on that little cunt he had longed for for so long, and so with a sort of delicious tender tickling motion he swept his hand up the tender inside of Melanie's thigh, and started to squeeze the soft cunt flesh through the cotton panties which the girl wore.
Her face, which had been wearing an expression of impishness, now took on a different look, a look that contained elements of both surprise and overwhelming passion. The little creature was getting hot, there could be no question about that.
One reason that there could be no question about that was that the panties were starting to get very definitely moist, as the loving fingers worked away on the minute little labia that they were able to feel through them.
Of course, such supremely important things as the moistening of the cunt and the stiffening of the clit are left out of most parental and school sex lectures, and so little Melanie was more than a bit nervous.
"O-officer Yancy," she gulped, "am I supposed to get all wet down there? And I have a little button between my legs up towards the front that's now getting stiff. I don't remember it ever being stiff like that before. It feels so good! But is it supposed to be like that?"
Henry kissed the child's cheek and said, "Of course it is darling, you're a perfect little woman, that's all."
Melanie felt the clit stiffen even more, and she felt a contraction in her cunt as she heard herself described as a woman. A woman! The idea of being a woman, like her mommy, was so exciting that she decided that she must do whatever Patrolman Yancy said so that she could become a woman all the faster!
He had enjoyed teasing himself by just tickling the labia through the moist little panties, but there was a limit to how much waiting his throbbing prick could be expected to put up with. He pulled the panties down around the slender little thighs, and noticed with appreciation how little Melanie sighed as the draft of cold air got to her stimulated little cunt.
His fingers were back on the cunt now, and he was pulling teasingly at the soft fleshy lips, while the little girl actually started to moan, as if she were a full grown woman. It was no act, either, for she had never seen a full grown woman being felt up or fucked. Instead, it was just feminine instinct, pure and simple.
Henry's rod poked out harder and harder as he felt the moisture from the little girl's cunt dripping over his hand.
What a sweet little cunt! Even in his best fantasies he had never dared to dream that a little girl's twat would be anything like as delicate and wonderful as this. He prodded a finger slightly into the lovely little hole. He had to be careful, though, for he really didn't want to hurt Melanie or to damage her maidenhead. What an adorable little sprite!
"Melanie," he said, consumed with curiosity about the subject, "have you had your first period yet?"
"No," the little girl said with a smile that showed that was a healthy, sensual little girl who didn't have any dumb hangups about discussing such things, "but mommy has told me all about it. It sounds like a bit of a nuisance for us girls."
"Ah, but little Melanie," he said, giving her labia a particularly delightful squeeze, "It is when her period begins that a girl really becomes a woman."
"Oh, then I really hope I have mine soon!" she said enthusiastically. "But what about my breasts? I so want to have breasts, just like mommy and the other women do."
"They'll start developing at the same time as when you have your first period. But you already have one of the nicest parts about them!" And saying this, he pulled the cotton dress over her head, and then started to kiss the dainty little nipples, nipples which another, less imaginative man, would have been seen as uninteresting because not yet ready, but which for Henry were as delectable as the nipples of Cleopatra must have been to Mark Anthony! His tongue slipped all around the little pink rosebuds, and as it is a fact that even before puberty girls are capable of experiencing sexual reactions, so they gave just the faintest, least perceptible swelling against his lips, as it browsed over her delicate, undeveloped little chest.
Her breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps, and it was clear that she was getting more and more worked up by the combined nipple and twat action that she was getting, and Henry could guess that it wouldn't be too long before she was coming. He knew that pre-pubescent girls can come because his love of little girls had led him to read everything about them that he could find.
His free hand was down at his own crotch, working his aching prick. He wanted to keep from ejaculating, however, because it was his plan first to finger little Melanie off, so as to initiate her into the joys of the female come, and then, when she had gotten extra confidence by this, have her blow him, for he didn't dare stick his massive and virile tool into anything as delicate as her little cunt. Now he heard that women most like oral sex when there is a lot of male spunk for them to swallow, so he wanted to save everything he had for what was coming up.
His fingers were getting more and more frantic, as they were excited in turn by the feeling of excitement which they knew that they were giving to the little girl. They poked and prodded around the labia and the slit, only coming up so that he could suck the pussy fluid off of them, or so that he could offer a finger, covered in her own cunt juice, to the little girl, who smiled and accepted it in her mouth eagerly, for she was clearly a really sensual little piece.
She was about to come, Henry could feel it by the tension in her little body, and he suddenly gave a couple of nerve-twisting little tickles to the hard little clit, which was already sopping wet from the child's pussy fluid.
That was it. All of a sudden, a thrill ran through Melanie's slender frame, and then the come-shocks tore through it, making her gasp and making her shoulders heave with passion.
For her, it was a whole new world, a fantastically heavenly thing to feel her hitherto unused cunt bursting with stabs of sweetness, contracting, heaving, while still the wonderful male fingers poked and pried around her heavenly aching girl flesh.
"Ahh! Oh, M-Mr. Yancy. Oh! Ohhh!" the high, piping voice of the little angel said, while her tiny pelvis bucked and heaved against his hand.
He had hardly touched his prick at all, but the realization that he had gotten a little girl off with his fingering, gotten the delightful little Melanie whom he thought he loved off, for that matter, was nearly enough to have him gushing his load of male cream right then and there. There was a maddening tension in his muscles, a tension which just longed for the release of a come, but somehow, by gritting his teeth, he managed to keep himself from going over the top of the waterfall. His prick really felt supercharged, though, and he knew that when the time came it sure as hell wouldn't take much to set it blasting.
The lovely naked little mouse now lying gasping in front of him had the most adorable expression on her face, an expression to melt the heart of even the most relentless prude and cause him to turn to the joys of pedophilia! It was a combination of girlish innocence, wonderment at the thing that had just taken place in her young body, and that mysterious expression which a woman wears when she has just been given a nice come, and which Melanie seemed to know by the purest instinct.
"Oh, Officer Yancy, that was so heavenly! Is that what it means to be a woman?"
Henry nodded his head.
"How lucky I am then! Do boys have as much fun?"
"Perhaps, if they have nice little women like you to have it with."
She smiled the most adorable of smiles to show him how grateful she was for what he had done to her.
"Now remember," he said earnestly, "Don't tell mommy or daddy or anyone about any of this, or I could get in a terrible amount of trouble."
"Why? Is it wrong, what we just did together? I don't see how it could be, it was so lovely!"
It is typical of the innocent child to be able to see profound truths which the prejudices of a fanatical puritanism have blinded us to. And the truth in this case is that there is nothing wrong with any kind of sex act, as long as it is done with understanding and consideration for the other person.
"No, it isn't wrong, Melanie," he said, "but there are a lot of people who don't understand that yet. But now I'm going to do something to you which I think that you'll like even more. And it will allow you to be more active than you were before. Do you want to?"
The little girl clapped her hands in delight and said, "Oh yes, yes!"
Henry then placed his lips against her own, and started to french her. He began very tenderly, of course, moving his tongue softly between her pink lips. Good heavens, what a tiny mouth she had, but that was what made it so thoroughly desirable. A female's mouth is one of the most sensual parts of her, and just because the female in question is only eleven, and hasn't yet had her first period, doesn't change this one little bit! So as soon as she felt the soft touch of Patrolman Yancy's tongue in her mouth, little Melanie noticed that her clit was budding up again, and that her pussy was starting to get wet again. Mmmm, that was so nice, she wished it could go on forever, as the tender tongue rubbed against her pearly teeth, and the back of her mouth, and started playing eagerly with her own tongue. Meanwhile, Henry's hands were tickling away at her nipples, and against her leg she could feel his furious hard rod. Every time it touched her it sent a shiver down her spine, a shiver of longing and fear, for like so many maidens who haven't yet learned how wonderful a prick can be, she was a bit scared of the idea of the thing being stuck inside her little hole, even while she furiously wanted it too!
Yes, she would have liked that tender kissing to continue, but Henry had other ideas, and so he gently withdrew his mouth and started kissing the little girl on the chin, then the neck, working down all the time, while she giggled in the most delightful and feminine sort of way.
As for Henry himself, he knew where that tongue was heading-into the little girl's cunt. And he had never seen a little girl's cunt before. He was very eager, just as he was afraid that he might be disappointed.
Down went the kisses, which alternated with long, sweeping licks with the tongue over the little girl's sleek and velvety skin. He had one nipple in his mouth and was sucking it now. There was something that appealed to him enormously, and put jet more starch in his prick, about the idea of a forty-year-old man like him sucking away like a baby on the nipples of a little girl who was a suckling herself not more than ten years earlier.
Melanie sighed at the touch of the tongue on her little rosebuds. Everything that this man did to her was so nice that whenever she felt him doing something she was torn between the desire to have that wonderful thing go on, and the desire to feel something equally nice elsewhere, for she had quickly caught on to the fact that the shy Officer Yancy had great instinctive technique, at least, as far as little girls went.
Slurp! The tongue licked over the taut little belly, and the thought that under the skin were the ovaries, uterus, and all the other components of a woman's sexuality, though not yet quite ready for use, made his prick ache with added stiffness.
There was something so incredibly exciting about a little unfledged twat, and the way in which there was no triangle but just a dainty "V" in front, because there was no hair to close off the third side and make the "V" into a triangle. It was so exquisite to draw his tongue along smooth skin and to know that it wouldn't be too long before that smooth skin was sprouting a crop of tender woman-moss! It was just this element of promise in little girls that turned him on so fantastically.
Then the tongue slipped back and touched the wet little clit, which was just as perfectly formed as a woman's clit, but was of course, rather smaller.
The feeling of a man's wet tongue on her little clit sent a shudder down Melanie's spine. Then, he was lapping away furiously at the tender girl flesh.
"Melanie, would you like my prick in your mouth? "Henry asked.
"Oh, Patrolman Yancy, that would be heaven!"
Well, Henry had never been known to be able to deny cute kids anything, and so he swung his body up around to little Melanie's doll-like head. He felt the curious little fingers grab the rod and squeeze it a few times, and then Melanie popped it into her mouth like it was some kind of lollipop with an unusual taste!
Maybe because they can still half remember when they were sucking their bottles or their mothers' nipples, or maybe because they eat so much candy, little girls of Melanie's age are the most perfect fellatrices, for they go about then-work with a verve and an enthusiasm that is often a bit lacking in some jaded older women, who have become bored with prick. Of course, she didn't have all the experience which an older woman might have, but though experience counts for a lot in sex, there can be no question that natural aptitude is better, and natural aptitude was one thing that little Melanie had by the bucket.
At first, she had just sucked Yancy's prick, but then, she had had the idea of combining some tongue caresses with the routine, and she was a sensitive enough little girl to be able to tell from the tensing in Henry's body when it was that she had done something particularly nice, and so she built on her experience like that in the most effective and skillful way imaginable.
Henry's prick felt as if slow rings of fire were burning down it as the delicious teasing of little Melanie's tongue got his prick more and more stirred up, until it seemed as if not merely it but also his whole body were desperately tensed for the come, and that was by no means an inaccurate description.
Henry himself was really going wild, it was so great to have his tongue in this dainty young twat. His eager eyes drank in every detail of the minute pink labia, the hard little clit, and the soft little hole, partially covered by the membrane of the maidenhead. Everything about it was so incredibly feminine and delectable, that with each lick, it seemed like it was paradise to be allowed to tickle away at such a charming cunt.
The only thing which was missing was a real girl smell, but in a way, that made Melanie seem all the sexier, for it emphasized the fact that she was still a little girl, and not some overblown woman.
Both of them were writhing and gasping in passion as each felt the other's mouth and tongue at work on delicate sex organs, until those organs felt almost as if they would rather vanish than have to continue to feel this torment any longer.
Melanie's body was tensing for her come, and Henry was glad, for the little minx had worked away so frantically and so well on his prick that it was not at all far from shooting its wad into the dainty mouth.
A couple more licks would do it, he realized, and as he also realized that the way his own come was building, he didn't have much time to give those "couple of licks" he gave a frantic effort to stimulate the little girl.
Lick! Lick! Lick! And suddenly, her hairless cunt, all pink and sweet, was blasting in his face, the pelvis bucking hard for all of its diminutive size, and the pussy perfectly awash with love fluid flowing out past the membrane of the maidenhead, through the natural hole in it.
He had gotten it off too, and he felt a shudder in his loins as all of a sudden his prick started pumping and gushing, sending the thick, creamy loads of come into his little lover's mouth, while her shoulders heaved in ecstasy, as she was hit with both the pleasure of her own come, and that of knowing that she had made her cunt-lapper come to, and had therefore, repaid him for his niceness and gentleness.
Wham! Wham! Wham! The two people, the lonely middle aged cop and the delicate little girl, orgasmed together in excellent time, and in a wonderful unity of affection and high spirits!
Then, as they lay in each other's arms, Henry's strong arms embracing the little girl, her fragile limbs clutching at him, he felt her swallow down his come, for his prick was still resting in her mouth, and could notice the little jerks of the throat.
"Good?" he asked.
"Oh, Officer Yancy, you can't imagine how good it is!"
CHAPTER TWO
An eleven-year-old girl may be a woman already in many important respects, but she does not always have womanly discretion, for one of the most delightful characteristics of children is the pleasure that they take in sharing good things with their friends.
Henry Yancy had spent a sleepless night worrying about whether word might get back to little Melanie's parents about what she was up to, but in fact, he didn't have much to fear in that department. There are certain things which a child does not want to share with his parents, no matter how much he may love them.
But Melanie had a little friend her own age, Emily, and that was a different story.
The two girls were in the playground during recess, chatting and giggling about the things that eleven-year-old girls giggle about. And of course, at the age of eleven, since a girl is on the brink of womanhood, it is not surprising that the conversation should sometimes turn to sex, something which at that age still seems a bit mysterious.
P.S. 107 was run on rather modern principles, and so there was a sex education program, one of those dreary things which must be designed in the express hope of turning kids completely off sex before they have any chance whatever to experience it. There were slides of ovaries and uteruses, and models and similar shit that had nothing whatsoever to do with the pleasure that a man and a woman can give to one another, he with his swollen and turgid prick, ready to shoot its love-goo, she with her hungry dripping pussy!
So in the playground, the two little friends got to talking about the program, and little Emily was really impressed by it in a very negative way.
"This sexual intercourse thing sure doesn't sound like much fun," she said gloomily, contemplating her future as a woman with dread instead of the natural joy which she would feel in a non-puritanical society.
"Oh, but Emily, it isn't like that at all, it really isn't," Melanie said earnestly, for the experience with Patrolman Yancy had been so delightful that she just couldn't bear the thought of Emily talking about sex in a negative way.
"It isn't?"
"No, not at all."
"How do you know?" Emily challenged. "I've done it!"
Emily's eyes opened up until they were about as wide as saucers. Melanie felt a bit scared by her admission, but the desire to show herself off as a little woman of the world had been too much for her to resist.
"Y-you've done it? When? With whom?" asked an utterly flabbergasted little Emily.
"I had to promise not to tell."
"Well, what's it like?" Emily asked, genuinely impressed.
"It's hard to describe. Like a bit of it's like the stuff in the talk today, though I haven't actually done that. But when you're doing it, it doesn't seem all horrid and mechanical at all, but it's hard to explain this. I-I'll show you, if you like."
Emily's eyes glistened. Lesbian and homosexual behavior at that exploratory age is not uncommon, and men like Freud have said that it's a natural prelude to heterosexual development, so although one reason Melanie wanted to have sex with her friend was to show off, and one reason that Emily wanted to learn about sex from Melanie was her already rather highly developed feminine curiosity, nevertheless, the two girls couldn't help but notice a sort of tingling in their clits and a moistening of their panties at Melanie's suggestion.
"Okay!" Emily whispered. "You know, Melanie, it's funny, but I'm all wet!"
"I know. That's part of it. And I'll show you why that's the best part."
The girls lived pretty close to the school, within five minutes of it for that matter, and so they were allowed to go home for lunch. Well, this time they really bolted their food, and then asked their mothers if they could go out and play before it was time for them to go back to school. Then they met as arranged beforehand at the vacant lot where Henry had initiated Melanie into the joys of being a woman only the day before. The lot was sunken, and all overgrown, and had a broken-down fence all around it, and thus offered all the privacy anyone could need.
"Here, let's do it right here," Melanie said, pointing to pretty much the exact spot where she had been with Henry the day before. Somehow, she wanted to imitate him in his role of instructor, and so she wanted to teach Emily about sex in exactly the same spot. She was that sort of imaginative, cute little kid.
Both girls felt a bit nervous. Emily was nervous because she had never had sex before, and because she still kept thinking in terms of those grim slides at school. Melanie was nervous about performing her role as teacher properly. She liked Emily so much, and so wanted to give her a good time.
Emily started to take off her clothes, but Melanie remembered how she had had hers taken off by Henry, and so she said, "No! It's better if the other person does it." And as she pulled her little friend's dress over her head, and as her hand grazed Emily's smooth skin, she felt a real contraction in her twat, and felt the crotch of her little-girl panties (so different from the lacy confections worn by bigger girls) get wetter and wetter. But she was giggling to, with a mischievous giggle, and so was Emily, for they were only eleven, and sensed that they were doing something naughty, at least in the eyes of modern society. But the little darlings were completely without guilt, for society had not had a chance yet to properly train that into them.
The two girls were facing each other now in their nakedness, the flat little chests with the pink nipples only inches away, the girls breathing harder and harder as they looked at one another with more tenderness. They still had their panties on, though, for Melanie remembered how Henry had felt her up through her panties, and being a still very inexperienced maiden she was not yet able to tell whether that was an optional feature of sex (though a very nice one) or something that was absolutely "de rigueur." So she reached a hand out and tenderly started pinching at Emily's little crotch, which was a darker shade than the rest of her panties, which were snow-white, on account of the growing wetness.
"Oooh, that does feel nice!" little Emily said as she felt pressure on her tiny pink labia for the first time in her life. Girls masturbate less than men do, and start later, and as a result, the two little girls had never had any experience with pressure or tickling down in the soft femaleness between their legs until up to now, or rather, in Melanie's case, up until the day before.
Her fingers prodded and poked away at Emily's soft pudding through the cotton fabric.
"I-is all of it that nice, Melanie?" Emily asked with a sigh, for the pressure on her cunt was really getting her more and more worked up with the sensations unlike any that her tender and unused little female body had ever known before.
"Oh it's much nicer, Emily, it really is. I haven't even gotten anywhere near the best part yet."
Emily could only close her eyes at that and sigh again. The feeling of pleasure between her legs, the wonderful melting sweet feeling of total femaleness, was nicer than anything that she could ever remember before. And if that was just the preliminary, wow!
Emily had her own hand on Melanie's cunt, and was likewise feeling her up through the fabric of her panties. She had hesitated a second at first, and then reached her little fingers out gingerly, and finally squeezed on the labia. The feeling of the soft female flesh yielding under her touch, and the passionate sigh that she called forth from Melanie, convinced her quickly enough that in fact that part of sex was even nicer than the part where you are felt up by the other person.
The girls were enjoying themselves so much, as they stood there just a little distance from one another, grinding their tiny pelvises as their delicate hands pawed at each other's virginal little twats, so that like all novices, they tended to have a hard time concentrating on getting on to anything else.
But finally, Melanie, wishing to be a good little instructress, told Emily, "I think we should take each other's panties down now. That's how I remember it as being done."
They each helped pull down one another's panties, and they noticed for the very first time what a delightful thing to look at the cunt is. They knew what their own cunts looked like, of course, the unfledged little "V" with the nick in the bottom, but they had always taken that more or less for granted. But now that each little friend saw the other's cunt, it seemed like a very different sort of thing indeed, very different and very desirable. Emily reached her hand out and cupped Melanie's cunt, so to speak, and Melanie did the same with hers, while saying, "As I remember, we should be on the ground by now."
The two girls got on the ground, and then it was that Melanie remembered the kiss. It was amazing that she could have forgotten anything so incredibly fundamental, but of course, everything else was so nice too, and it wasn't easy to remember everything. So she reached her soft little mouth out towards Emily and touched it. At first, Emily, who was only used to kissing in the context of friendly kisses with her mother and father, didn't know quite how to respond, but soon her female instinct took over, and on the second kiss, Melanie found that her friend's lips were soft and inviting, and slightly open. In fact, Emily had managed to come up on her own with the idea of bringing the tongue into play, and so soon the two girls were frenching their lives out on the abandoned plot, while back in the school playground, other girls their age were playing hopscotch!
It goes without saying that the little hands were back on the now naked twats, and really giving them a going over. Emily, as the pupil, felt a bit nervous and abashed at first, but soon she gained confidence, and after imitating Melanie's hand and finger action rather closely, she soon decided to launch out on her own, trusting herself to her budding female instinct, which in these few minutes were already transforming her from a little girl into a woman, even though she too, had not yet known the delicious pleasure of the menarche, the first period, that most important of stages in a woman's physical development.
Melanie was concentrating on pulling and tickling at the labia, just as Patrolman Yancy had done, for he was her only real source of information on how sex was done, given the fact that in the dumb sex education films, all that interesting stuff is cut out to make way for the shit about the hormones and similar boring crap.
But Emily, who was a rather proud little girl (though sweet) and who didn't particularly like to play second fiddle to anyone, didn't want to seem like a mere copycat who didn't have any ideas on her own. So she was having to experiment, while judging from the shivers that she was getting from Melanie how successful each experiment was.
She soon discovered the incredible sensitivity of the clit, and started to work away on it busily, but so hot did Melanie become that she realized that she would be banging off soon at that rate, long before Emily, so she said to her friend, "Emily darling, that's delicious, but it's so delicious that it'll get us out of time. Please alternate playing with that thing with playing elsewhere too."
The natural next target to follow on that was the little hole itself, and soon, Emily was pushing an eager finger into her friend's pudding, while Melanie gasped and shuddered. In fact, Emily had considerable natural aptitude, and she was better with the hole than Patrolman Yancy had been, because he had had to be careful not to bust the maidenhead, and thus hadn't been able to stick his finger in very far, for he had large wide fingers. But while Emily was being careful too, her fingers were so slender-not much wider than some tampons-that it slid in easily, and was now rubbing away furiously on the inside of Melanie's cunt. It is amazing how girls can quickly pick up or invent by themselves some of the things that are the oldest sex tricks in the book and so it was with Emily. Without having ever heard of the trick, she started pressing the joints of her fingers against the soft and yielding cunt walls, causing little Melanie's pelvis to writhe in excitement. And what made it all the more exciting was that the inevitable contact of Emily's finger with the edge of the maidenhead was, after all, just slightly painful, and there are few girls in the world, from the age of nine to ninety-nine, who don't relish a bit of pain when it is in the right places.
Both girls felt like their cunts were on fire, which was a funny feeling, in a way, for the cunts were also dripping wet, but that didn't do much to put out the flames. Their little cat-like backs arched in pleasure, their nipples stung under the constant rubbing and fondling, and most of all, their bodies just felt themselves filling with tension like a vase is filled with water.
"Oh, ohh, Melanie!" Emily gasped, taking her mouth away from her friend's for an instant before plunging it back on to continue the french kiss even more frantically than before. These were only eleven-year-old kids, but they were girls, and hence smart, and they picked things up with amazing rapidity. Already their kisses, which had started out a bit clumsy and groping were now exactly like the kisses which two mature women in love would give to one another, or almost so. The feeling around the cunt was getting more and more expert, and was already good enough for each of the little girls to be driving the other straight up the wall.
Tenser and tenser the little female bodies got, as the girls climbed up to the peak of their passion, their nipples aching, their mouths eagerly kissing and their cunts feeling as if they had melted.
Then, a shudder ran through Emily, and it was met by another one from Melanie. Another shudder, and then there they were off down the roller coaster, whanging away, two little girls enjoying all the beauty and excitement of a woman-to-woman come!
Brrrrrt! Their little cunts shook off like machine guns, while their shoulders heaved, and their little pelvises bucked against each other's hands. It was so nice for the hands to feel the pressure of the blasting little twats!
And then all was still and the girls were lying there panting and exhausted on the grass as if they were a couple of landed fish.
"Oh Melanie," Emily said with a sigh, "if all sex is like that, it must be the dreamiest thing in the world!"
"It is, it is!" Melanie assured her. "But there's more and better to come."
"Whooie! More and better? Boy, Melanie, I just don't know if my little thing can take any more of that, but I'm just raring to find out," she added with an impish smile.
The girls had already gotten into kissing each other again, in a playful sort of way that again had an almost uncanny resemblance to the sort of kisses which grown up lovers sometimes like to trade after sex, except that they were more genuinely innocent, and had a thoroughly wonderful sort of kittenish quality about them.
Since she was still imitating Patrolman Yancy, Melanie went through the whole routine of kissing the length of Emily's body, and in fact, the tactic worked every bit as well on Emily as it had on Melanie only the day before.
As she felt her friend's tongue go sliding across her chest and tummy, Emily's eyes really lit up, both at the pleasure which she was actually feeling, and at the realization that where the tongue was heading was her own very thoroughly moist and eager twat! She rolled her own tongue around in her mouth, and thought about what it would be like to lick Melanie's little hole. Very nice indeed, she imagined.
Funny enough, it was not just passion that made her anxious for a chance to get at Melanie's cunt. She had never really seen a cunt close up before, for the business of using mirrors, a favorite with pubescent girls, had somehow never occurred to her.
Needless to say, in the boring sex education class, there was no instruction given on how to give another woman an extra nice twat-lick, but fortunately, for the both of them, Melanie's excellent little memory retained pretty damn well a recollection of what it had been that Patrolman Yancy's tongue had been up to down there.
Soon, Melanie's little tongue was tickling over the little hairless "V", and then plunging between Emily's legs, where it lapped back and forth causing the girl to writhe with impatience for a chance to get at Melanie's cunt.
"Melanie," Emily pleaded, as the feeling of the moist tongue on her already wet little cunt lips drove her wild, "please let me have your thing." The girls were still too innocent to know words like "cunt", and the big long technical ones in the sex education slide shows didn't seem too pleasant to use.
In fact, Emily's eagerness for Melanie's wet little cunt was a sign of what a delightful, unselfish little girl Emily was. She wanted the cunt not so much because she was eager to feel her tongue against it, though of course, she was, for she wouldn't have been a normal girl if she hadn't, but because she wanted a chance to do something to Melanie as nice as the things which Melanie was doing to her between her own legs.
Melanie was more than happy to oblige her friend, for she felt her own little twat just aching for a soft caress, and the caress of Emily's liquid, soft tongue, which Melanie had had a chance of feeling during the frenching session, sounded like just what the doctor ordered.
So she swung her body around, and waited for the touch of Emily's tongue. As it was, she didn't have long to wait, for as she licked and lapped at Emily's labia, she suddenly felt an electric thrill go up her own body, a thrill that originated right at her cunt. That was Emily's tongue going into action.
Funny enough, the girls followed the same general love making patterns here that they had with the finger off. Melanie's tongue concentrated far more on the labia of her girlfriend, while in so far as it was able to do so, Emily's tongue tip probed the soft membrane-protected slit, though it couldn't get in far. The pressure on the membrane alone was exciting enough.
The girls were missing one thing, namely a proper woman smell, but neither of them was of course experienced enough to possibly know that.
It hardly mattered anyway, for they were both having more fun than a barrel of lesbian monkeys anyway! Their little bodies ground against one another as each of them struggled to provide the other with as much pleasure as she possibly could.
In fact, by being such little girls, they were saved from one of the frustrations of the sixty-nine, namely the difficulty of getting at the partners' breasts. Of course, each of these two cute little minxes got a hell of a charge out of kissing and pinching each other's nipples, but it really isn't quite the same thing when there aren't soft globes there as well to kiss and fondle.
Lick! Lick! Lick! Melanie's tongue was slipping around on the now-glistening labia, tickling and pulling and pushing, as the girl tried to excite her little friend into an early come.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Emily's probing tongue sure wasn't being deprived of its share of cunt juice! The tongue slid and glided inside the hole, feeling the edge of the membrane, the sacred maidenhead which symbolized a very important stage in their lives. It got in the way a bit, for it kept Emily from delving into Melanie's cunt nearly as deeply as it would have liked to do, but at the same time there was something exciting about the taut membrane, both to her, who could feel the sensitivity of the thing, and to Melanie, who could feel the pressure of the edge of Emily's tongue.
Each girl knew by now, of course, of the extreme importance of the clit, and though each of them had promised herself to save it for last, like a dessert, they were finding it harder and harder to keep away from, and so in each case, the passionate little buttons were coming in for more and more action.
And what kind of action, too! The tongue, with it's wet softness is the perfect organ for the cunt area, and so it was no surprise that after a few gentle (and a few purposefully not so gentle licks) the two cunts were really just about ringing like fire bells.
The girls breath was coming a lot shorter now, and they both longed desperately, frantically for a come, for although they were only eleven, their bodies craved and needed the cunt-busting release, for it seemed to each of them as if every nerve in their bodies was being wound tighter and tighter, so it was obvious that something had to go!
Each girl licked harder and harder, and in a more and more tantalizing sort of way, for each of them sensed that the come would be simultaneous, and they felt therefore, that the only way in which they could fulfill this aching woman-need which they felt was to finally drive the other one to her come.
Then, suddenly, they knew that they were almost there, and although just about every bone in their bodies seemed to ache with the desire to come, they started to dwindle a bit, as if they wanted to put the final blissful moment off as long as they possibly could.
But there comes a point where the human body just won't stand for that sort of nonsense any more. It's all very well for the mind to tell it that by delaying it is making the pleasure all the more fantastically great, but finally it won't be denied any longer. So while the two tantalized girls drew their tongues away from each other's still quivering and unsatisfied pussies, so as to prolong the exquisite waiting torture, suddenly each girl found that her tongue, almost without being ordered to, was busy licking the other's clit like there was no tomorrow. And this, of course, was enough to burst the bubble.
The spasms poured onto the girls like water from a smashed dam. They swept through every nook and cranny of their bodies, and set every muscle firing at once to celebrate the beautiful joy of coming, and particularly of coming while sixty-nining another female.
Each girl thought for a moment that her body would be literally torn apart, so violent were the slamming, bucking heaves, the pelvis punching shocks that sent the sweet wet hairless mounds smashing against the faces of the two girls, who kept their faces there and desperately licked away at the pussy fluid flowing from the heavenly little immature cunts.
Then, it was over, just as each girl thought that somehow her pussy must have melted in the heat. For a moment, the girls lay there licking at each other's soaking twats, and wondering vaguely what it would be like when they were older and the twats would have hair on them. It would probably be even nicer, they concluded. Little boys on the brink of puberty are often worried about their masculinity and so forth. Well, many men don't realize that the same goes for little girls, though you would never guess it to see them merrily skipping rope or playing hopscotch. But in fact, just as little boys dream of being tough, virile men, so do little girls dream of being lovely, serene women, with soft, heaving breasts, voluptuous lips, a thin waist, elegant legs, and of course, a menstruating cunt with hair on the front of it!
Then, the girls realized that if they kept on just licking away down there, they would just wind up getting all hot and bothered again (and already they were starting to feel that way), and that would never do, for the lunch period was nearly over, and they had to hurry back if they didn't want to be late for their math class.
They dressed hurriedly, for they were going to have to hurry, but as they did so, they managed to exchange a couple of tender glances that spoke thousands of words. Puppy love is a delightful thing, and except for prudes, nothing could be less important than the question of whether it is between a boy and a girl or two girls.
"Melanie, that was heavenly! I don't know how to thank you, you're so nice! Boy, those slides don't show half of it, do they?"
"They sure don't. But I still couldn't show you a lot of stuff, because you have to have a guy for a lot of it. But I'll be here with him after school, and if you promise not to tell who it is, I'll let you watch from behind those bushes. I mean, there's something which he does with his thing in my mouth that's what I mean, like wow! You can't believe it!"
"His thing in your mouth? That sounds a bit icky to me!"
"Oh, but Emily, I promise you that it really isn't. His thing shoots all this stuff, well, you know, in the slides-they call it "semen", I think, and then you drink it down."
"But in the slides they talk about the semen going into the woman's "vagina" where it reaches the "ovum" and makes a baby. They didn't say anything about the mouth, but then they didn't say much about what we were just up to, either."
"No, they just left that part out."
"What about the part where the man puts his thing, his "penis" in your "vagina" she said, struggling to remember all the ridiculous technical terms, "have you had that part yet?"
"No, I haven't. I think that that's because he has such a big thing, and he thinks that my thing, my "vagina" is too little for it. And it sure feels like it would be. Anyway, I'll ask him this afternoon."
"Boy," Emily said, as they walked into the playground where some classmates were finishing a last round of hopscotch, "I can hardly wait." And they giggled at the thought of all the wonderful secrets that they knew.
CHAPTER THREE
Patrolman Henry Yancy found it hard to get through the day, so eager was he for the time to come around when he could be alone again with little Melanie. He watched as she and her little friend Emily left for lunch, and waited eagerly until they came back, just as the bell was about to ring to signal the end of lunch-period. There was no question about it, it was little Melanie who was his favorite over all the other little darlings who wandered in and out of the school every day, but he had to admit that Emily was a cute little piece if he had ever seen one. She formed a nice contrast to Melanie, for while Melanie was blonde, though admittedly a rather dark blonde, Emily had absolutely raven-black hair, and deep brown eyes which contrasted sharply with the equally lovely slate blue ones of Melanie. No, he wouldn't mind at all getting into little Emily's panties someday.
He had to be careful, though. He knew that though the last thing a child will do is willfully betray someone he likes, he also knew that they are inevitably less discreet than might be desirable in a situation like the present one. He could get one hell of a long spell in the tank for doing what he was doing, however innocent it might in fact be. Juries just couldn't understand things like that.
One of the reasons that there was a traffic cop on that corner at all was to protect the children going and coming from school. So his shift had been arranged so that he was off at the same time that P.S. 107 shut down for the day.
The result was that although he was a middle aged man, he waited as eagerly for that school-bell, which could be heard through the open windows, as did any of the kids inside. In fact, more eagerly now, for he had someone to wait for in the person of his sweet little eleven-year-old mistress Melanie!
The kids were pouring out now, and he gazed rapturously at the little girls as they came out in their pigtails, pony-tails, black sandals, white socks and pretty summer dresses. They were so throughly adorable, that he frankly couldn't see at all why it was that other men did not prefer them to grown women. Sure, grown women were nice, and in fact he had even made it with some in the course of his life, but give him a little girl any time! Little boys didn't interest him, but little girls turned him on like nobody's business.
As the children came pouring out, he eagerly scanned each of the fresh little feminine faces, looking for Melanie as anxiously as any lover who has met a train has looked for the face of the beloved among the throng stepping from the coaches and the parlor-cars.
Then, suddenly, a terrible thought hit him. What if little Melanie came out in the company of her friend Emily and walked straight home with her? What if all this waiting on his part turned out to have been in vain?
No, there she was, and looking prettier than ever, her little blonde pony tail bobbing as she walked. And Emily wasn't with her! Henry licked his chops in anticipation of the cock-fun that he was going to be getting soon with his lovely little girlfriend.
As the last kids left, he walked over to the sidewalk where Melanie was dawdling, and said to her a simple "Hi, Melanie." How he would have loved to have taken her hand and given it a loving squeeze, to let her know of the affection he had for her. If only he could show his love in public, instead of having to hide it as some kind of dark shameful thing, which of course it wasn't, for love is never dark and shameful, except in the mind of the perverse puritans!
She looked up at him with a smile that made his heart skip a best. "Hi, Officer Yancy, how are you?"
They walked along to the vacant lot, and as he looked down, he could see the little girl trembling, either in anticipation or fear of being found out. Both together, probably, it made him feel terribly protective towards her, and he would have given a year off of his life to have just been able to lay his arm gently around her frail shoulders.
He glanced around. There was nobody looking, so they could safely enter the vacant lot, which was really very, very large indeed.
Then they were together again, and he was stripping her slender eleven-year-old body, while her slim fingers pulled down his zipper and undid his pants. Soon, they were standing there quite naked, and as he gazed rapturously at her little naked triangle, he thought he could never get enough of looking at unfledged cunts like that, even if he lived to be a thousand years old.
His lips were on hers, and he pressed her towards him, with his erect and furious penis upright between them, pressing against her little belly. He felt that that was the closest he could to allowing her to enjoy it it with her body, for he feared that if he penetrated her, like he furiously longed to do, he might harm the lovely little gazelle.
"Officer Yancy," she said, and it made him happy to be addressed like that, for it emphasized the difference in their ages which he regarded as one of the most exciting and enjoyable aspect of this affair, "in school, you know, we have sex education
"I'll bet you're first in the class," he said, giving a pat to her tight little ass.
"Anyway," she giggled, "They always use these funny long words to describe people's things. Do you know what the regular words are, so that you could tell them to me. My girlfriend Emily would like to know too."
"Lie down here," he said, "And I shall make up for the shocking gaps in your vocabulary. Now here we go." he took one of her nipples in his fingers and gave it a gentle little pull. 'This is your nipple (and I suppose that that's one of the words that they do use in school) and it will eventually find itself at the end of a curving round tit, and it will come in for a great deal of kissing, I'll warrant, in the years ahead." He ran his finger down her stomach until he came to the "V" and he cupped it in his hands. 'This whole area, all this lovely female stuff that you have down here, is referred to as the cunt, twat or pussy, and it is as much fun to lick and kiss under one of these names as it is under the others. The term, however, is sometimes used in a more restricted sense, to mean this," he said, poking a finger gingergly up the hole in the maiden-head. "By that I don't mean the membrane, which is your maidenhead, but the hole itself."
He then gave an adoring little tug to the labia that made her wince with pleasure. 'There are your lower or nether lips, and they are even nicer to kiss than your upper ones. This button here is the clitoris, and by and large, that's about it."
He wore a huge smile on his honest face, and it was plain that he was enjoying himself immensely teaching this little angel the proper terms for her equipment. He had a sort of teacher-imitation voice which he used as he gave his little lecture, and Melanie kept giggling and giggling.
"Oh, Officer Yancy, that's terrific, but what's this?" and she placed her hands around his already erect prick and gave it a squeeze.
"My cock, prick, whang, or a million other things, darling," he said with a laugh. She kept on squeezing for a couple of strokes, and he began to find himself getting sort of desperate there. Well, there were worse things in the world to have happen to one than to be beaten off by a pretty girl. But then she stopped and cupped his sac in her hand.
"My balls!" he said with a laugh as she started to tickle them and before she had had a chance to ask him what it was that they were. "They shoot my spunk-that's the white cream that in your school they probably call semen-into your cunt."
"And when I get so wet, what's that?" she asked.
"Pussy-juice or cunt-dringle!" he said triumphantly. "And I'll bet that you've got plenty now. And saying that he reached his hand down between her legs. He hadn't been wrong, either. The little discussion of sex terms that they had been engaged in had gotten her pretty hot already, and a bit of the lovely liquid was already dribbling down her leg. He scooped it up on his finger and laughingly put his finger in his mouth.
"When I was little," he said, "My mom always told me not to suck my fingers or thumbs, but see what I would have missed."
He almost laughed out loud at his comment. For some vague reason so incongruous did the tranditional maternal advice about thumb sucking seem with the idea of sucking a girl's cunt-juice off of one's thumb.
That was what was so delightful and female about her. She was able to laugh even while she was hot, and there was no question about her being hot now. The mere sight of that massive swollen rod, which, with any luck she would have inside her mouth at any time, was enough to make her stiff little clit tingle and her cunt drip with excitement. In fact, the prick looked so good, that she grabbed it again and started stroking it.
"There's no question about it," Henry thought, 'The child has an amazing natural aptitude for beating off prick. Well, that should make an interesting variant.
"Listen, honey," he said, "Why don't you continue to do that to me, and I'll tickle your little cunt till it goes off, and we'll try and time it so that we come together. Okay?"
"Great!" she said with her pert little smile. It was amazing how a girl who would obviously one day be an extremely elegant woman, could look so pert and cute now.
Of course, being beaten off by her would mean that when they sixty-nined he would have less spunk for her mouth, but after all one couldn't follow the same routine each time, and anyway, when she had beaten him off, if she were careful so that the spunk all landed on his stomach or his chest, there was no reason why she couldn't lick it off of him with her tongue.
She was already starting to work away on the dick, and he could see from the angle that she was holding it at, that exactly the same idea had occurred to her, and that she was trying to aim the damn thing so that the spunk didn't land on the ground.
He decided not to give her any instructions on how to beat him off, for she seemed to have a pretty good idea on her own anyway, and it would be interesting to see to what degree her natural feminine ingenuity would enable her to figure out the subtleties of masturbating a prick. His fingering her cunt was enough to make her little clit stiffen between her legs, He reveled in the small size and the delicacy of everything there, as well as the remarkable wetness. This little angel really did produce a surprising amount of cunt juice, given her small size.
His fingers eagerly pried apart the labia, and tickled and stroked the super-tender flesh, which almost seemed to wince away from the passionate touch of his digits. Then to liven up the action, he would give occasional little nudges to the super-sensitive clit, which he knew was aching and throbbing with the desire to be touched. Well, it would be touched, there was no reason for her to worry on that score!
But his fingers weren't the only ones there which were fingering a come a short distance away behind a large bush, for lovely, little Emily found herself being made hotter and hotter by the sex play going on in front of her, and while she had never masturbated before, that finger session earlier in the day with Melanie had given her the general idea, and nature had done the rest, for as she watched the man and the girl beat each other off, she had found that her own hands had gone almost instinctively to her little cunt.
Melanie was squeezing harder and faster on Yancy's prick now, and he noticed appreciatively how her technique was improving with each stroke. The prick is a very responsive organ, of course, and though it was already so hard that it could hardly be expected to get any harder, somehow when she gave an especially sensitive squeeze or tug, it managed to stiffen up even more, and when it did, she would feel a thrill of excitement pass from her hand down to her cunt, and of course she would try and remember what it was that she had done that had given him the extra pleasure.
Up ... down ... up ... down ... She pulled and tugged, and her little hand slid up and down the taut flesh, which thrilled to the touch of a feminine hand so small and dainty, to the touch of a hand that could only belong to a little girl of eleven!
The balls knotted themselves up tight under the big tool, as it tensed ready to fire. He could feel all his muscles poise for the big blast-off, and then, suddenly, he was coming in great gushing gobs and spurts, the come forcing nudges to the super-sensitive clit, which he knew was aching and throbbing with the desire to be touched.
All he had to do, when he got himself on the male pre-come plateau was to give a couple of sharp little tweaks to the button-hard clit of his tiny mistress, and that was more than enough to fetch her off, so that her body trembled to the force of the come, even as she forced the palm of her hand tighter and tighter around the throbbing meat of his prick.
Two people coming together! Always a lovely sight, but how could it ever be more lovely than here with this unashamed love between this little girl and this rather lonely man, as their naked bodies quivered and pulsed, while their sex organs ruled supreme for a couple of seconds!
But it wasn't just two people coming together, for dark-haired little Emily was a sensual enough little piece to be able to time it pretty fucking well, so that she got it off at just about exactly the same time as her girlfriend did.
"Ohhh, Officer Yancy," little Melanie gasped as she felt the spunk shoot out of his prick and in good part land on her hand, for at the moment of ejaculation, she had held the prick almost straight up.
He was not groaning, for he felt that that was perhaps slightly effeminate, but he was breathing rather harder than usual, and a sort of contented grunt escaped his lips.
But poor little Emily had to stay quiet as a churchmouse while her come-spasms hit her. They weren't as good or as big as Melanie's, for Melanie had the benefit of an experienced male hand, while she had to be content with her own improvisations but nevertheless, the spasms were pretty intense, and she'd have loved to sigh or gasp, but she didn't want to be discovered by Patrolman Yancy, at least not yet.
"MM," Melanie said, "that was yummy, and I bet that spunk of yours there on your belly is even yummier!"
"Try it and see, honey. I hope the flavor is to your taste.
Needless to say, even though his prick had only just whanged off its load, it gave a happy little jerk at the sight of the cut little head bending over and the pink little tongue lapping up the spunk. He felt the tip of the tongue slide across his belly, as it licked away at the creamy male spunk that was to be found there in great pearly droplets. Then when she had as much of it as she could lick up in her mouth, she smiled lovingly at Henry and gulped the spunk all down, in the cutest, most feminine manner imaginable.
Then, she snuggled close to him and lay in his arms, while he revelled in the feeling of the fragile little creature in his arms. She had such a perfect face, and her blonde hair was such a rich color. It was what some people call a "dirty-blond," but he thought that that name was a gross injustice. In fact, it was so lovely, he couldn't resist the temptation to stroke it and to press it against his face, for if his interest lay principally in the area of little girls, he was pretty wild about hair too.
Also, the business of stroking her on the head, almost as if she were a little dog of some kind, somehow emphasized in a very pleasant fashion the difference between their ages. There have been men who have fallen in love with little girls and cursed the fact that the girls were not older, or that they were not little boys again. But with Henry Yancy it was quite different. He loved his little mistress partly because she was only eleven. That was not all that there was to it, by a long shot, for there was no lack of eleven year old little girls in the school, and he only loved one of them. But had he met Melanie in eight or nine years, when she would be a mature young lady, he quite certainly would not have fallen for her.
He was just wondering what they should do next by way of sex, whn suddenly he heard a twig snap, and his heart nearly leaped through his mouth and onto the ground. Was he discovered? Had someone been watching them? Was he going to have to go to jail?
"Who's there?" he asked.
There was a silence, but it was the silence of someone who is trying to be silent, and not the silence that results naturally when no one is there.
Then Melanie said with downcast eyes, "It's all right, Officer Yancy, it's only Emily."
Her cover blown, a blushing little Emily stepped out from behind the bush. She had accidentally stepped on a twig and now she was afraid that she had gotten Melanie in trouble.
She was blushing too, not just for that reason, but because her skirt was hitched up, and cunt juice was dribbling down from her sweet little exposed "V."
"Now look Melanie," Henry said, a touch of annoyance in his voice, "You know that I love you, and that I sure as hell don't want to pull the big adult routine. The fact that you're eleven strikes me as being utterly unimportant, but, nevertheless, you are old enough to keep your promises!"
Melanie was looking down at the ground, and a tear was trembling at the corner of her right eye. She felt pretty guilty about having set this up with Emily, for she felt that in doing so she had violated some kind of trust with Officer Yancy. She was a child, of course, and what she had done had been done with the irresponsibility which it cannot be denied is sometimes to be found in children.
She really didn't know what to say, nor was she sure exactly what she felt. It seemed as if she had done something wrong but, at the same time she wasn't really sure what or how. There was no way out of her little thoughts, though.
That was a cruel thing to say, and he regretted having caught sight of the cute little head bending over the tiny little lover's tear. Then he saw another one follow it, sliding down her face and dropping onto the ground.
This was no feminine bullshit like some women pull to get a man to stop being angry with them. Melanie was genuinely, desperately sorry, and very unhappy because the man she loved was mad at her for something stupid which she had done. And at that moment, precisely because she was so sincere, Henry's heart melted, and he took the little girl in his arms and began stroking her head, while she pressed herself close against his chest and sobbed.
"Oh, Officer Yancy, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I really am," she stammered in her delightful girlish voice, which was somehow all the more delightful and erotic because of the sobs.
"There there, honey," he said, patting her head, "I know you didn't mean any harm, and I shouldn't have lost my temper like that. But if we are going to be in love, we are going to have to be very careful."
One thing about the age of eleven, crises tend to pass as if she were a little dog of some kind. Somewhat encouraged, she cheered up almost immediately.
"And you, Emily," Henry said, with some of his usual good-humor coming back into his voice, "Don't look so sad, you're forgiven too."
"Officer Yancy," Melanie said, "may Emily join the fun? She knows all about sex, she really does. She and I were out her during lunch time, and she was really good."
It was touching to see how easily this girl could maintain a distinction between love and friendship. It was Henry whom she loved, but Emily was her best friend, and she wanted her to be able to share all the pleasures that she had been able to experience herself.
Henry felt his heart soften and smiled at the two lovely little girls. "Yes, I think Emily can join in the fun. The fact that you gjrls aren't yet big enough for me to be able to stick my prick into you, creates some problems, but I don't see why we shouldn't be able to overcome them."
He thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I have it. Melanie, you come and sit down right on top of my face. That's it, so that I can lick away at your little twat, and you, Emily, you can suck my prick. Unless, of course, you want to do it the other way around."
"Emily hasn't yet had a man make her come," Melanie said, "while I have, and in fact have just had a lovely come from you. So why don't we switch things so that Emily sits down on your face, while I suck your dick?"
"Fine by me," Henry said, as he lay upon his back. Then, while his little girlfriend formed her lovely little mouth into a soft "O" and slipped it around his prick, little Emily squatted down over his face.
The little quim was utterly adorable, different from Melanie's in various details, for cunts are like fingerprint sets, in that no two are exactly alike, but every bit as dainty and delicate, and every bit as much yearning for some action, for as it lowered itself towards Henry's face, a droplet of cunt-fluid dripped down and landed on his chin.
The little twat was completely hairless, and Henry asked, "Have you had your first period yet, Emily?"
"Not yet, darn it," she said with a smile in her voice. Henry smiled to himself. Little boys are always worried about growing up, and they have to measure the progress of the process by such things as the increasing growth of hair around their pricks, the deepening of their voices, and so forth. But girls, who were equally worried about such things, or so it appeared, had this one event to wait for to tell them that in a sense, they were women. He imagined that friends like Emily and Melanie must discuss it a lot, and there he was completely right. It was really all very cute.
The cunt was hovering just over his face, but then he realized that the little minx was keeping it just out of reach or almost so. And with the soft sucks and caresses that Melanie was giving to his prick, he was really pretty eager for a chance to suck some twat too, for he was a pretty oral-oriented guy.
"You little fiend," he said, as she giggled a wonderful sort of feminine giggle. Then he reached his arms up, grabbed the delicate little waist, and pulled the hips down so that the cunt was, in fact, well within range of his hungry tongue.
The cunt looked so good that he delayed going into action for a moment to savor the pleasure of waiting, arid also to tease the delightful little girl, who was really anxious to have physical contact with a man for the first time in a sexual sense.
Meanwhile, Melanie had sucked his long, stiff prick into her mouth, and was running her lips along it in the most teasing, tantalizing manner imaginable. What a girl! And she wasn't leaving her pink little tongue idle, either, but was using it to give extra stimulation, either by pressing it against the organ as it lay in her mouth, or tickling the spunk-hole with it. And sometimes, she would take the whole works out of her mouth, and use the tongue to give some glorious little laps to the long hard shaft, while Henry's body quivered with delight.
With that kind of stimulation on his meat, there couldn't be much question of his teasing little Emily any longer by withholding his tongue from her twat, for he was simply far too worked up and excited to keep away from that delightful girlflesh any longer.
So his tongue darted up and parted the soft labia as he enveloped and partially hid the already extremely hard clit. Emily gave a little shudder as if a hot poker had been laid between her slim legs. But then she settled down a bit more, and awaited his next slurps with a great deal more composure, for she was eager to give the (perfectly absurd) impression that she was a sophisticated woman at the age of eleven.
Lick! Lick! Lick! there was something thoroughly delightfully refreshing about those labia, there could be no question whatever about that.
Suck! Suck! Suck! That action on his prick wasn't half bad either.
His tongue darted in and out, sliding around on the wet pussy flesh, tickling and teasing while the cunt-fluid flowed and flowed, and while he drank it in as fast as it came.
For little Emily, it was like a dream come true to at last have a man having sex with her just as if she were a grown-up woman. Mind you, the stuff that she had had with Melanie earlier in the day had been very pleasant indeed, but the idea of knowing that it was a real man who was doing the eating-out, was somehow even more sexy than the actual actions themselves. And since Henry was a first class oralist, the actions themselves certainly were as sexy as all get out.
If only she had some soft tits to massage and caress, she thought. She had to be content with pulling at her nipples, which wasn't bad, really, for they were pretty tender and sensitive.
Melanie wasn't getting any direct action on her cunt from her lover, of course, but that didn't matter, for while she sucked away on the big dick and waited anxiously for the come, her other hand was between her legs, where it was doing everything to her cunt that needed to be done in order to have her nerves jangling in their desire for a release.
"Ohh, Officer Yancy," Emily gasped, "I think that I'm going to come!"
Well, that was just fine in his books, for he was about to come too. There was no mistaking that tension in his knuckles, that funny sort of semi-numbness in his prick, the eager readiness of the balls.
Lick! He gave one final lick that started at the very back of her little cunt-area, and ran all the way up, parting her labia, running over the membrane, and finally ending up with the clit itself. That did it, too. As soon as that tongue touched the tender little fun-button, Emily felt her muscles give a final contraction and then suddenly let go in a furious spasm. Wham! the little cunt slammed against Henry's face, though he didn't mind a bit, for to be hit in the face with soft wet cuntflesh is really a rather pleasant experience, and anyway, he was too distracted to worry about that, for he was right at the moment of his own come, at that moment when it is impossible for a man to concentrate on anything but the gathering in his own loins. Then the sudden hard, involuntary spurts sent his manhood flying in great creamy gobs, while the furious, boiling balls pumped and pumped away, as if they wanted to pump the man's soul inside out.
Pump! Pump! Pump! The cream shot into the eager, eleven year old mouth of Henry's tiny mistress, and she shivered with pleasure as it struck the roof of her mouth and her tongue. She had already gotten herself pretty damn worked up with her finger action between her legs, but the actual feeling of her lover, the wonderful Officer Yancy, blasting off inside of her was what finally did it.
So there they were, all going at once, cock and cunt's firing and shuddering and heaving in the ecstatic spasms of the come. Little Emily's soft twat felt like it was going to melt and turn into molasses, so intense was the feeling of sweetness, and the feeling of it ramming itself against Henry's face was even more exciting, while meanwhile, Henry was gasping and firing his wad, and his true love, little Melanie, was getting it off too as she felt the male come-juice in her mouth.
Bang! Bang! Bang! It was a really great three-way go, and when they were done, they really all felt wrung out and exhausted. Emily continued for a while to sit on Henry's face, while Melanie continued to keep his prick in her mouth. He gave a couple of extra licks to the little twat that was so near and so sweet, for of course it was covered in pussy juice, and that's something that no man can resist, and likewise, even though she had already drunk up all of the spunk, Melanie continued to suck Henry's dick, like a baby sucks a pacifier that's put in its mouth. Finally, tired but very happy, they got themselves untangled, and Henry said, "I guess you girls had better be running along home now, or your mothers will be getting worried."
CHAPTER FOUR
It happened that one afternoon, Miss Gavin, the pretty twenty-five year old Arithmetic teacher, whose classes were finished for the day, decided to walk across the old boarded up vacant lot, which looked like a curious sort of place, filled with all sorts of interesting junk. It was very overgrown and difficult to walk through, but Miss Gavin was an enterprising young woman, and so she decided to anyway.
When she had gotten about half way across, she had stumbled in sort of a gopher hole or something like that, and had hurt her ankle slightly, so she had decided to lie on a grassy knoll and rest a while, before pushing on, for the lot itself was genuinely enormous.
She had not been there too long when she heard the distant ringing of the school bell, which carried a long way in the spring, and then the tramp of feet behind her and girlish giggling.
Whoever the people were, they couldn't see her because the knoll was in the way. She decided to lie still and eavesdrop, just out of playfulness.
"Have you girls ever been spanked," she heard a male voice that sounded rather like that of the traffic cop, Henry Yancy. She smiled to herself, for she was a modern woman and was thus perfectly aware that for many people spanking is a very serious way of getting their kicks. She was perhaps a bit surprised that it should be Yancy who was engaged in it, for he seemed like the most ordinary of men, but then she'd heard of odder things in the world.
What had surprised her was the plural, "girls." He clearly must be quite a swinger. She was expecting to hear the voices of the women, and was interested to see if she could judge how old they were from their voices.
She nearly jumped out of her skin, when she realized that the piping "No, I haven't officer Yancy," that she heard came not merely from a Child, and not from a sophisticated young woman as she had been expecting, but that the child in question was clearly none other than little Melanie Robertson, who was in her arithmetic class.
"Good heavens," she thought, "what on earth have I stumbled onto?" She was no prude, compared to the usual abysmal standards, but though a very pretty woman herself, and one whose lovely little hole had already been thoroughly plumbed, she was genuinely indignant at the idea of Yancy leading this little girl astray. And somehow the fact that Melanie was the star pupil in her class made it all the more annoying.
"I've been spanked a bit, by my dad, but it wasn't much fun," another voice said. That was little Emily Houghton, who was also in her class. This Yancy seemed to be some kind of first class pervert, and she felt that it was high time that he was sent to jail, where he obviously belonged.
She decided though that she wouldn't break up the little party yet, though. If she was going to send this pervert Yancy to jail, and she certainly intended to do just that, she had to have proof that something was going on.
She had, in fact, to be able to swear on the witness stand that she had seen Yancy about to committ some indecent act with the little girls. That would fix his wagon, the bastard!
"These spankings will be different, girls, that I promise you," the good natured Yancy said, perfectly unaware of the considerable danger threatening him from the other side of the knoll. There was a bush on top, and Miss Gavin had been able to crawl to the top of the knoll and peered out, with the bush making it hard for anyone to see her.
"You see, girls," he said, "sex is wonderful, but one of the things that makes it that way is the variety in it. If everyone just did the same things all the time, it would stop being so much fun, don't you expect?"
In fact, the impression he got from the expression on the little girl's angelic faces was that they found sex to be so much fun that they really couldn't see how it could ever be less than at least pretty damn great.
Miss Gavin quivered in rage at the thought of such perverse doctrine being poured into the minds of innocent lambs. In fact, her lovely breasts heaved with indignation. She could really hardly wait for Yancy's arrest and trial, in the course of which she would be an avenging angel taking revenge for innocence lost.
That was pretty typical square thinking, for of course it presupposes that some forms of sexual activity are more corrupt than others. This is the puritan heritage coming through, because this sort of classification of sex acts into the permissible and the impermissible usually in the end involves placing all the ones that are really fun in the forbidden category.
"So, girls," the unsuspecting Yancy continued, "I'll take turns spanking you. If you aren't enjoying yourselves, just tell me, and I'll stop instantly. But tell me in words, because crying is often a sign that the woman is really enjoying the spanking she is getting!"
That word "woman" in there made all the difference as far as the girls' attitudes went for they were accustomed to think of spankings in terms of punishments meted out to children like themselves.
But once they saw that in fact, spankings are often really enjoyed by sophisticated women such as they wanted to be themselves one day, and that some of these women in fact never liked to have sex without a good spanking first, they were determined to find out what this new womanly thing was.
Emily was to be spanked first, for she knew that it was Melanie whom Henry loved, and that in consequence he would like to wind things up with a sex session with her.
The little girl was a bit scared, of course, as she pulled off her dress and dropped her panties (she was intelligent and could guess that sophisticated women did not retain their panties when being spanked), but at the same time she could feel a very special sort of feeling in her clit too, an excited feeling, and she knew that although she was afraid of that big palm of Officer Yancy, she was also very curious to see what it would be like to have it whapping down on her little ass.
There was an old abandoned refrigerator lying on its side, and Henry sat on that.
"Over my knee," he said sternly, and Emily could guess that this sternness was an important part of the whole business. That's really one of the things that's nicest about having children for lovers.
Everything is so new to them and one can try things that one doesn't think one is in fact particularly good at, in the confident expectation that the child will react with wonderment and delight.
She felt so light and delicate on his lap, so feminine and fragile, as if he could break her in two with one blow, though of course he wanted to bring pleasure to her tender body, for he knew from personal experience that there is real joy mixed up in pain.
But her very tenderness and fragility was in some ways the best part, for it contrasted with his own rugged masculinity, and what was even better, it gave him a sense of responsibility towards her (in this case not to beat beyond the child's powers of endurance) and it was this responsibility which made him feel particularly manly.
His hand hovered above the tiny little globes, which for all their size were perfectly formed, and of the creamiest white. Well, they wouldn't be white much longer, he thought, drooling.
Both girls had assured him they bathed and dressed themselves, and that their parents would not therefore get a chance to see the redness of their bottoms and ask embarassing questions. The idea of having their bottoms temporarily reddened like that was sexy, and the business of discussing the problem which the reddening might bring was even more sexy.
Little Emily felt her clit tighten as the hand, which she couldn't see but knew was suspended right above her little ass, still hung in the air, and hadn't yet come down with a stinging report upon her skin. That was because Henry knew that in sex, the torment of waiting is often almost the best part.
Even Miss Gavin was getting impatient. She told herself that that was because she didn't want to have to wait in order to break up these perverse sex games, but that certainly didn't explain the tightening of her clit, and the subtle contractions of her cunt. She was so lovely that it was really a crying shame that she was a semi-prude, by swingers' standards.
WHAP! The blow came down, and Emily let out a little yelp, even though she had told herself that she was going to be very brave and keep quiet. But after the surprise of the first blow, she managed to get herself together as she felt the blows plummed down upon her without mercy. She told herself that she wasn't going to cry, and for a surprisingly long time she didn't.
But of course, pain applied in reasonably large amounts suffices to break down a will however stubborn, and so, after a while, and as a more and more enthusiastic Henry laid the blows into her quivering ass, tears did indeed start to form in her eyes, and to trickle down her lovely smooth cheeks.
Miss Gavin felt indignation at the sight of the little girl being brought to tears in that fashion, but at the same time she couldn't help licking her lips either. In fact, she couldn't help noticing the fact that there was a certain very definite and undeniable wetness about her panties.
But speaking of wetness, she was nowhere matching either the little victim or her friend, for both of them were now soggier than they had ever been.
Particularly Melanie, who had a chance to watch her friend being disciplined, and thinking about how it wouldn't be too long before her own little ass was catching it in a similar fashion.
WHAP! WHAP WHAP! Henry could hardly remember when he had ever enjoyed himself more, if he cut the deep emotional experiences out of the picture and just thought in terms of straight, old-fashioned physical pleasure.
His hand was stinging, of course, but nothing like so much as the little girl's bottom, judging from how red it was, as he laid his blows on first one cheek and then the other, while that special enchanting flat sound of skin slapping skin rang through the air.
Emily was really sobbing now, her little shoulders heaving as he laid on the blows, and so he had to hold her little back all the more tightly so that the aim wouldn't be spoiled, and so that the discipline-blows could continue to land right on target.
Suddenly, as one particularly harsh slap rang across her ass she whimpered, "P-please stop, Officer Yancy, I can't take any more, I really can't, but it was heavenly though."
And then she broke into frantic sobs, as the courage which she had shown during the actual punishment melted away once it had stopped. True to his word, Yancy stopped the series at once, and took the trembling, spanked child into his arms to comfort her.
She understood though, why there were women who always wanted to be spanked, for she herself now felt incredibly womanly and desirable. She felt so feminine and frail as the strong male arms cradled her and comforted her, and as the strong right hand no longer inflicted pain, but limited itself to stroking her black hair.
Of course, what she was really looking forward to now was the promised sex.
She didn't have long to wait, either, for the strong hands laid her on the grass, and in the next second, she could feel the eager male tongue at her cunt, lapping and slurping and tickling it.
He didn't give her his prick to suck because he realized that she now felt totally passive, and just wanted to have pleasure inflicted upon her in the same way as the pain had been.
The tongue pressed the lovely labia, and slid around the hole, until finally giving the already sopping wet clit a couple of sharp rubs that were more than enough to set the little girl off, so that she was coming hard, parti, as a result of the tongue action, partly (and perhaps mostly) on account of the spanking which she had received.
Her ass was resting on the ground and as she came, with Henry still licking her cunt, the little buttocks, which were of course all red and raw, chafed against the ground, but she didn't mind that one little bit.
After the spasms died away, he kissed her, and she got up with a wonderfully womanly look on her delightful face. She really was a thoroughly adorable child.
But now for the part that he was really looking forward to, for it was Melanie whom he loved, and if spanking is a lot of fun in almost any circumstances, it is twice the fun to spank someone whom you love, particularly if you are doing it because you love them, that is, because you want to give them pleasure.
So it was with extra care that he settled Melanie over his knees, for he wanted this to be in some sense the perfect spanking. Then, whap! He was laying it into her with the vigorous palm of his hand, in great arching stinging slaps that had soon turned the little ass into a really angry looking red.
Melanie didn't try to prove herself to be braver than she was, for who wants to try and put up a false front to fool a lover? So right from the word go she was bawling and wailing, while Henry alternated from first one cheek than another, with a smile on his face, and an incredible hard-on on his prick. If only this little girl's hole were big enough! Well, he knew from experience how nice her mouth was, so he supposed that he shouldn't complain.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Down came the blows on the helpless, crying little filly, but though the tears poured down her face in rivers she still didn't cry out for him to stop, despite the fact that by this time the whole ass had been struck repeatedly, so that it was almost incredibly painful.
Then, suddenly, as he brought his palm down on the defenseless flesh, Henry felt a shudder under his hand, then another, and he realized that he had spanked the girl to a come. It was really delightful, with her jiggling across his knees like that, while he just kept the palm of his hand resting on the tender flesh, so that he could feel the delightful little spasms.
As soon as she had finished, he clutched her to him tighter than he had ever clutched any female before, and covered her smiling little face with kisses. She looked incredibly happy and proud, and presumably had hoped to be spanked to a come. That was why she had been able to hold out so long under the rain of tormenting blows.
She had been visualizing this moment of glory ahead of her, when she would feel incredibly feminine and passive. And of course he felt incredibly masculine, too. It was a very nice idea, and he felt that he had never loved her as intensely as he did right now.
What a delicious girl he thought, as he felt the pussy juice dripping down her leg, dripping onto his own, for of course both of them were naked.
He still had his own come to get off, though, that was for certain. He was sure that Melanie wouldn't mind sucking his prick for him, even though she had just come, and indeed he wouldn't swear in advance that a piece like Melanie wouldn't be able to get cranked up for a second bang-off in even so short a period of time as that. But just to be playful he said aloud, "Too bad there aren't other naughty girls around who need to be spanked."
And of course he nearly fell over backwards with surprise when he heard a soft, gentle voice from behind a knoll say, "Here's a naughty girl in need of a spanking."
It was, of course, Miss Gavin. Her first intention had been to stop the proceedings and then later have Henry arrested. But of course instincts are often stronger than intentions, and when she had seen the policeman's hand slamming into the delicate feminine bottoms of the little girls, she had found herself getting increasingly worked up.
In fact, like almost all women, she had a certain lesbian angle to her personality that she hadn't been aware of, and the mere sight of the two little darlings standing there naked, with their little unfledged twats, was enough to make her own clit tingle and stiffen, and her high, nice breasts swell up against the fabric of her dress.
Add to that the strongly erotic quality of spanking itself, and it is no wonder that by the time that little Melanie was orgasming across her lover's lap, Miss Gavin felt her cunt was on fire, despite the fact that it was really awash with pussy fluid.
She knew then that she just had to be spanked then and there, and her clit had given an extra tingle at the thought of the male hand slamming into her very round, very soft ass.
Henry's jaw dropped open in surprise at the sight of this unexpected visitor, but she hastened to reassure him. "Don't worry," she said, "I won't tell anyone about any of this. I must confess that I was disgusted at first by what I saw, but the tenderness and love which you showed in spanking Melanie was such that I couldn't help but be moved!"
His nerve starting to return, Henry surveyed the attractive woman. He certainly preferred little girls, but grown women could be fun too, for a change, and it would be interesting to compare the experience of spanking a woman with that of spanking a little girl.
"What do you say, Melanie," he said to his little lover. He believed that as a spanking is a very intimate affair, it was only right that she be allowed to help him decide whether he should spank anyone else but her and her close friend Emily.
"Oh, officer Yancy," Melanie said, "Miss Gavin is my favorite teacher. I don't mind at all if she wants to be spanked by you."
"Okay Miss Gavin," he said, as the voluptuous brunette started to peel off her clothing. What was cute was the wonder with which the two little minxes at his side watched the woman undress, for they were obviously thinking about how one day they would have bodies like that.
In fact, judging from the way their eyes moved, they couldn't make up their minds which they wanted to look at more, Miss Gavin's firm, high breasts, or her mossy triangle, both of which perfectly symbolized her womanhood.
As soon as she was undressed, Miss Gavin stepped over to the girls, whom she saw every day in class, and for that matter had seen only about an hour before, and examined their glowing little bottoms.
"Ohh, Emily, I bet that stings," she said, lightly touching Emily's flaming nether cheeks, so that the girl winced slightly from the pressure on the tender skin.
"It does Miss Gavin," the little angel said, "but it's such a nice hurt!"
"I'll bet it is," she said with a smile, patting the girl on the head and thinking how little Emily must feel a bit out of it without a grown-up lover of her own. Well, she wasn't at all sure that she wouldn't enjoy filling that role herself.
"Will my ass be as red and tender as that when you're done?" she asked Henry with a bright smile. "I sure hope so, Officer Yancy."
"Much more so, because you're a big girl now, and I hope you'll be able to hold out even longer than the girls did, though they held out a hell of a long time. And by the way, call me Henry, if you like."
"Thanks," she said, placing herself over Henry's knees. "I'm Linda."
It felt so odd to her to be draped over a man's knees like this, just like when she was a little girl, but it felt exciting too. And she had the pleasure which the little girls couldn't know of feeling her tits hang down heavily.
"Mmm, you're pretty wet, Linda, Henry said, reaching his hand in between her legs and pulling on the soft woman-lips. "Well, I'll just have to see if I can make you even wetter."
And with this, he brought a frightfully hard blow down on the right buttock. WHACK! Another one, this time on the left buttock. He alternated like that at first, gradually building up the pace until his hands were slashing down in a hail of discipline on the upturned and helpless ass.
Miss Gavin had told herself that it would be undignified to cry, and so she had bit her lip and tried to hold out, but instincts are instincts, and no one could possibly have held out for long under that kind of treatment.
Soon, the tears were pouring down her face, and she was bawling like a baby, and gasping each time the rugged male hand slapped the stinging skin. She bucked and heaved under his firm grip, and her tits flopped as she did so, but none of this did anything to alleviate in the slightest way either the searing pain she felt, or the rain of blows that was causing it and adding to it!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She felt almost as if she couldn't take any more, and yet, her clit was stiffer than it had ever been before, and her cunt certainly a good deal wetter.
As for little Melanie and Emily they were really getting turned on by the sight of their teacher being relentlessly disciplined in this fashion.
Henry was pretty turned on too, and as she lay across his lap she could feel the big prick, eager to fire its load. But great though it was to be disciplining Miss Gavin, there could be no doubt about it, little girls were more fun.
Most men would have said that the beautiful teacher, with her high tits and soft moss utterly symbolized femininity, but Henry associated femininity primarily with delicacy and fragility, and here, of course, an eleven-year-old-girl is very hard to beat!
"Hard to beat but fun to beat," Henry said to himself, smiling at the pun.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Linda Gavin didn't know what it was that she was having a harder time standing, the severity of the spanking, or the incredible need that she felt for a come.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Henry was sure there was, amid the livid red on Linda's ass, a darker red where the repeated swats fell.
"Oh, please, Henry," she sobbed, "I can't take any more, I just can't! After all, I'm only a woman!"
So he stopped and cradled her in his arms in just the same way as he had done with little Emily and little Melanie. Despite their ages, all females are pretty largely alike, he found, though it seemed strange to him to be holding this big woman in the same way as he had been holding delicate little girls only minutes before.
"Henry," she gasped through her tears as he lightly stroked her face and hair, "please fuck me, please!"
"Melanie?" he asked, and got an affirmative nod of the little girl's head in reply. Women are usually understanding with one another, and Melanie knew, from her earlier come-need, how badly the severly spanked Miss Gavin must need to get it off.
Henry was really eager to get into action. He certainly preferred little girls, but he had nothing against women and the spanking that he had just given to Linda, combined with the one that he had administered to Melanie, had his tool really stiff and frantic.
He would be glad for a chance to stick it in a cunt again, something that he had not dared to do with little Melanie for fear of really hurting her.
So he had Linda on the ground in a trice, and got into position, ready to thrust it in.
It goes without saying that the two little girls were really wide-eyed at the sight of the mystery of sex about to be perpetrated in front of them. How each of their cunts tingled with the desire to have Officer Yancy's prick inside of them, and how they envied Miss Gavin!
The cock looked like it was about to explode a great creaming load into her hot cunt. The girls were standing really close now, and peering away eagerly for they obviously didn't want to miss a single detail.
A gasping Linda, whose ass rubbed and chafed painfully on the ground, and whose cunt felt all the more excited because the ass was rubbing and chafing painfully, felt the tip of the hard knob touch the lips of her cunt, and then slowly slide in.
Mmmm, that felt good, she thought, as her female hole swallowed up the big dick. In, in, in, in-it slid, on the already very copious cunt-fluid. Then, after Yancy had gotten in all the way, he started to pull out slowly, while Linda gasped. Then, back in again.
Emily and Melanie were both playing with themselves as they watched this enactment of the primal scene, with a soft woman gasping and writhing under a bucking male with a hard, rampant dick!
No! That was really good, Henry thought, as he felt the pressure of the cunt walls on his organ. Then he was ramming the shots home harder and harder, and each time he did he felt the pressure of the cunt, which seemed as if it wanted to constrict him, and keep him from ever withdrawing his luscious meat.
Faster and faster heaved the hips of the man, as the pole slammed back and forth inside the weltering cunt, which felt like it was just about to melt.
Buck! Buck! Buck! And then, just as the man and the woman were getting really frantic and desperate with their come need, Linda felt a tightening of her muscles, and Henry felt an all too familiar feeling in his balls, and all of a sudden, his prick was shuddering off in the spasms of its eager come, as it fired the male wad into the depths of a cunt that was already being torn by the spasms of woman cunt-pleasure which were ripping through Linda's soft female body.
"Ohhh, oh Henry, Oh no, no, ohhh!" she gasped, as she felt them both ride it out together, with his prick firing in her palpitating cunt.
"Whooo," he said, "did you have a good time?"
"Heavenly. You're fantastic. And you?"
"You're a great fuck, Linda, particularly when you've been properly prepared with a good sound spanking, but I do prefer little girls and I am in love. It was nice to get a cunt around my cock again though."
"You mean that you don't actually fuck little Melanie?" Linda asked.
"I'm afraid that I might hurt her if I did."
"Oh I wouldn't worry about that," she said. "Don't forget that a woman's cunt can expand enough to let a baby out, though that admittedly represents something of the outer limits. There are even girls of twelve who have given birth!" For some funny reason, now that she had enjoyed peeping at Yancy's sex play with Melanie, the idea of having him fuck the little girl really appealed to her, though she probably wouldn't have a chance to watch that. And also, like most women, she was just tremendously fascinated by the idea of sex, and she really liked the idea of helping other people out with her suggestions on the subject.
"Thanks for telling me all this, Linda," he said, licking his chops. He would have to think very hard before actually going on to fuck little Melanie, for the risk of discovery would probably be higher, though she could always tell her parents that she had sat down wrong on a bicycle seat.
And the legal hot water he would be in if he were caught would be all the more severe but still, it was all very tempting as an idea.
"I notice that you're in love with Melanie," Linda said, whispering so that the two girls couldn't hear. "But what about Emily?"
"I enjoy Emily as a nice girl and a good backstop, but there's no emotional attachment. If you want to have some good lesbo fun (and if you don't you're a very unusual woman) my advice to you is that you get hooked up with her."
The girls had gone off some distance after the fuck had been over, in order to whisper together. That was why they didn't notice the whispering between Henry and Linda.
"Oh, Emily, it looks so wonderful!" Melanie said.
"I know, it isn't like the slides and films at all, is it? And it must be so much nicer when you're really in love!"
"Yes," Melanie said with a dreamy tone in her voice.
She couldn't help imagining what it would be like to have Officer Yancy's prick inside her little cunt. The idea made her tremble a bit with fear, for her little hole really didn't seem that big, and she was afraid that he might hurt her, but on the other hand, her little clit tingled at the thought of her cunt being all gorged and filled and plugged like that, and what is more, the idea of being hurt in that manner was very exciting too. After all, spanking hurt, but no one could pretend that a sex spanking wasn't fun.
Maybe she would be able to talk her lover into trying it on her. She was scared, but she was also very, very eager.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Emily," Miss Gavin said after class, as the other kids were filing out of the room, "Would you come here a minute, please?"
Emily came, her eyes sparkling with eagerness, for since she had seen Miss Gavin's lovely nude body, the arithmetic teacher was something of a heroine and an idol to her. She wondered if this was just some routine questin about her homework that was coming up, or rather if it had to do with sex.
The latter idea made her panties get moist, for she was an affectionate little girl, and needed someone to really love. She might have been able to love either Melanie or Officer Yancy, but both of them were occupied with each other, and though they didn't in any way mind her company, and in fact were glad of it, she felt when she witnessed the tenderness that went into one of their fucks that she was somehow missing something.
She got the same kind of tongue and finger action from Officer Yancy that Melanie got, but somehow it seemed different, because there wasn't that spark of love.
"Emily," Miss Gavin said, speaking in a low voice to the excited child, "I'm very fond of you. Did you know that?" And it wasn't just bullshit, either, for since having her eyes opened to the joys of pedophilia by the little voyeuristic session of the day before, she had thought more and more about Emily. She was really such a delightful, thoughtful little child, and it was natural that the schoolteacher in Miss Gavin should think about what a good little pupil she was too.
"I-I know, Miss Gavin," the little girl said with a voice that combined nervousness with eagerness. "I-I like you a lot too."
"What time must you be back home after school, darling? Maybe we could go to my place, and I could show you how very fond of you I really am!"
"I don't have much time, Miss Gavin. But maybe if we went to the vacant lot, Melanie and Officer Yancy wouldn't mind."
In some ways, Linda Gavin would have preferred the security of her own apartment, but then she figured that in fact if she was seen to be taking the child there regularly, that could be taken in the wrong way too. Almost no one used the vacant lot, and it had really been on the oddest of whims that she had decided to cross it the day before.
"Okay, honey, whatever you say. I'll join you over there."
"That 'honey' really got Emily's little cunt all cranked up, and it isn't hard to guess how the minute hand of the classroom clock just seemed to creep during the last class period.
"Melanie," she said in an excited gasp when the two little girls finally got out of school, "I think that Miss Gavin really likes me. She said that she was going to meet me at the vacant lot!"
"Neat!" Melanie said. She was really very glad that her little friend had found a real lover, or seemed to have found one, and certainly she didn't mind sharing the vacant lot, for not being a prudish little girl, she saw no reason whatever why sex should be done all locked away from other people.
Her own cunt had not been giving her a moment's peace all day, and she could hardly think of a moment when her little clit hadn't been at least semi-stiff, while her panties were actually chafing her leg, so wet were they after a day of constant oozing of cunt-fluid.
The reason for all this was obvious. She had dreamed all the night before about how heavenly it would be to get an actual fuck from Officer Yancy, and she had made up her mind to ask him for one. She was frightened a bit by the prospect, but she was also turned on by it like nobody's business.
So the two little girls were almost running as they made their way to the vacant lot, where they found Officer Yancy and Miss Gavin sitting on the old refrigerator and chatting.
They weren't doing anything else, not so much because they knew that that would have hurt the feelings of the little girls, though that would have been an inhibiting factor, as because Officer Yancy really so preferred little girls to women that when he had the prospect of having a little girl soon, he was able to control himself marvelously in the presence of grown women.
Of course, the day before he had really been anxious to get into Linda Gavin's panties, but that was after the stimulation of spanking Melanie to orgasm and then giving her a sound spanking too.
She was an attractive woman, and if there had been nothing else in the cards he would have certainly made a go for her, but as it was, he was able to control himself.
One reason he wanted to control himself was that he had been thinking more and more seriously about the idea of actually penetrating little Melanie. The risks were certain-there could be no question about that, but on the other hand, what he was doing was so risky anyway that he figured that he might as well throw all caution to the winds.
It was by no means inconceivable that this wonderful thing that he had going would be broken up by someone, sometime, and if he was ever to be carted off to prison, a ruined man, he would like, in thinking back on his wonderful love affair with Melanie, to be able to remember having had the perfect consummation.
"Oh, here they come," Linda said with a catch in her voice. She was very excited, partly just at the prospect of what was in store, but mostly at the thought that she was now about to embark for the first time in her life on lesbian love.
She was not really a prude, and the spanking session over Henry's lap had taught her a great deal about life and sex, but at the same time, she was still bound to some extent by the moral restrictions of the ridiculous Puritan ethic, which positively refuses to admit the blindingly simple fact that love between two females is one of the most beautiful things there is.
The two girls ran forward over the grass, and Melanie was in her lover's arms in a minute. He grabbed her as she ran towards him, and swung her around and around, her feet off the air, while he frantically kissed her.
It was unbelievable, he thought, that one could love a child so much. In fact, it was only with little Melanie that he had known love at all.
Emily was a bit more timid, for if Melanie and Henry already had known for a long time that they loved each other, her relationship with Miss Gavin was still something tentative and unformed. It would be false to just run up and kiss her, although she did look very beautiful as she stood there, and little Emily hated everything that seemed false.
"H-hello, Miss Gavin," she said timidly.
"Hello, Emily," the teacher said in a voice that wasn't any great deal less timid. And then, Miss Gavin looked at her in the eyes and said, "You're so pretty Emily. May I please kiss you?"
Miss Gavin's face seemed so full of understanding as she said that, and so lovely, that Emily was more than willing to be kissed by her. For an answer, she closed her eyes half-way, and held her partly opened mouth towards the lovely woman's soft lips.
In a second, she felt those lips brushing against hers, pressing softly but eagerly, and then she felt Miss Gavin's tongue slide out of her mouth and into Emily's own, pushing the lips open slightly more, then exploring around in the little girl's delicate and small oral cavity.
The tongue ran itself playfully along the teeth, and then pushed in a friendly fashion against Emily's little tongue. The response was immediate, and soon both tongues were twisting and shoving against each other in a really frenzied fashion, while Linda Gavin's hands grabbed the little body and pressed it close to her own.
Emily had been kissed by her mother, of course, but somehow, the feeling of the soft breasts against her was completely different this time. Miss Gavin always wore very filmy bras, and she only had a soft cotton dress on over her tits.
Since Emily just had a soft cotton dress on too, she thought that she could feel the stiffness of Miss Gavin's eager nipples, which had already hardened into lovely pink pebbles at the touch of the little girl.
All of Linda's inhibitions fell away as the kiss continued, and as the little girl pressed herself more and more frantically against those wonderful soft globes. Linda's cunt was sopping now, and really eager for the feeling of a finger or a tongue in it. Her clit was fully stiff now, and really aching for a teasing playful touch, of just the kind that she was sure this little minx would be able to give it without any trouble.
"Undress me, Emily," she gasped, as the two of them came up for air.
Emily's little fingers were fumbling in a moment with the big front buttons that held the cotton dress on. As she worked with the buttons, she could feel the softness of Miss Gavin underneath, and that made the task of concentrating all the harder.
Finally, the buttons, which came down to the waist, were undone, and the dress fell to the ground, revealing the lush female body in all its glory. Miss Gavin still had her bra and panties on, but that didn't matter, the sight of her was still enough to make little Emily give a gasp of admiration.
One day, she would be like that, she hoped, as she looked at the long, curvaceous legs, the taut belly, the swell of the chest, and on top of the chest, the twin globes that for Emily symbolized better than almost anything else what a wonderful thing it was to be a woman.
The natural thing for her to do next was to undo the bra, but somehow it was the tits more than the crotch that she was most anxious to see, and so it was they which she wanted to save until last.
So she hooked her little fingers in the fabric, and pulled them down the shapely legs.
As the lovely dark pubic triangle came into view, she couldn't help gasping at the sight, so incredibly feminine was it. For a man like Henry, (or for many men, if they would only admit it to themselves) the sight of a little hairless cunt is one of the sexiest things that there is in the whole world.
But for Emily, it was almost a matter of shame that her little twat was still naked.
"M-Miss Gavin, when did your first period start?" she asked.
"Oh, I was about your age. That's early, I know, but then I'm sure you won't have long to wait. I know how you feel though, for I can remember how eager I was, and how happy the first time I felt the blood on my panties.
"Some women say that they get tired of menstruation, for as you know, darling, it sometimes is rather painful, but it's still something that I look forward to. It's almost as if it reaffirmed my femininity each month."
Emily's eyes brightened at the thought that she might not have long to wait, and then she turned her attention to Miss Gavin's bra.
Reaching around behind the woman's back, she fumbled with the hooks and eyes, and then finally felt the thing come free. Because Miss Gavin liked to wear tight bras, the thing came free suddenly, as the luscious globes sought to obtain their freedom at last.
The bra, which was strapless, slid off the breasts and fell to the floor, while the tits themselves jiggled slightly and rose and fell in time to Miss Gavin's breathing.
Emily's eyes opened wide at the sight of the lovely breasts, both because she was enraptured at the thought that one day she would have such things, and because her natural instincts, the natural lesbian instincts which most women have to some degree or another, made her want to fondle and touch the things.
Of course, that was just what Miss Gavin wanted too, so she took little Emily's head in her hand and pressed the child's face between the two globes.
Emily's clit gave a special twinge as she did so. Somehow, it felt so comforting and sexy to have the soft things pressing against her face like this, rising and falling in a gentle seductive way.
And then, her own initiative took over, for she was an independent minded little girl, and she started kissing the breasts and moving her lips around on them.
Linda Gavin suspected that the child had probably had more lesbian experience than she did herself, and figured that the best bet would be to let her do as she liked. Anyway, the tenderness that Linda felt for Emily was enough for her to want the child to have as much pleasure as possible, and next to that her own pleasure didn't seem that important.
In fact, though, she had nothing to worry bout in either department, for little Emily was having a ball herself as she ran her lips over the creamy skin of her teacher, and at the same time those little nipping kisses were driving Miss Gavin out of her ever-lovin' mind.
Emily had a natural instinct for sex, and so, although she had never kissed proper breasts before, but only Melanie's flat little chest, she caught on quickly to what it was that she should be doing. She understood how to make the best use of the breast's flexibility, and how to give it the maximum amount of pleasure by using the pressure of the lips to shove it around slightly, to make it jiggle, or to press it down.
She also understood, partly by virtue of her instinct, partly as a result of her sex with Henry, that in sex waiting is one of the most effective ways of causing pleasure. So she circled her kisses around the outside of the nipple, getting closer and closer, but still not hurrying to actually come in contact with it, while Miss Gavin gasped and pressed her other tit to her body, and frantically played with its hard nipple until the thing felt all chafed and sore.
Finally, Emily took pity on Miss Gavin's desperation, and anyway, she was getting more and more excited, so that her own little nipples were budding and eager for a touch, which enabled her to guess how her teacher felt. So she stuck out her tongue and drew a long, loving line of saliva that ended squarely on Miss Gavin's right nipple, which she sucked into her mouth and started to lick with her tongue.
It was such heaven for Miss Gavin to feel that little mouth around her rosebud at last, that she thought for a moment that she was going to whang off right then and there, for she had very sensitive tits indeed.
As it was, she already had both her hands on little Emily's buttocks (for the buttocks are a great deal more suitable for sexual stimulation than many men realize) and pulled the little girl's cunt against her legs. For her own cunt was naturally rather higher off the ground.
The cunts couldn't meet as they stood there, but Emily started giving a little grind to her hips which caused the hairless "V" to rub against Miss Gavin's legs, and this was more than enough for Miss Gavin to be satisfied. In fact, she started to imitate the little girl, as Emily's cunt really dripped as she felt the touch of the moss on her little belly, and it rubbed its way around.
It was delicious for both of them to have Emily's mouth on Miss Gavin's nipple, but of course there were still their cunts to attent to, for after all, that is certainly the most important part of a woman.
Emily's little hands pressed in between their bodies, and it wasn't long until her delicate little fingers were molding and pulling on the soft, wet labia, which seemed to shiver at her touch. Miss Gavin moved the hands that she had been stroking the buttocks with, so that she could reach in at the little girl's cunt from behind.
Needless to say, it was a hell of a thrill for both of them to feel each other's hands on their soft cunts. For Emily, it was the first time she had been able to feel a woman's labia, and that was one of the things that made it all so exciting as she tugged away at the wet cuntflesh.
For Linda Gavin, it was the first time that her fingers had ever had a chance to feel any cuntflesh, and as her fingers pried away at the delicate little labia, she couldn't help but feel that she'd really missed something all those years.
She had never realized how delightful to the touch labia really are, with their soft wetness and their sensitivity. For that matter, the sensitivity is really almost the best part, for it is particularly thrilling to be able to cause a tremor in another person just by giving a gentle tug to a little flap of flesh.
They were getting hotter and hotter now, and had stopped worrying about the fact that they were still standing. What the hell, there would be plenty of time to lie down when it came to the sixty-nine which Miss Gavin wanted to give so badly to her little lover.
Tickle, tickle, tickle! Miss Gavin's fingers pulled away at the labia, and gave light little flicks to the clit, which was getting tighter and tighter, and hotter and hotter, with every second that passed, even though it had seemed long ago that it had pretty much reached the maximum in both the tightness and hardness departments some time back. If only that little maidenhead didn't keep her from properly getting at the little hole!
That didn't prevent little Emily from getting more than her fill of thrills from Miss Gavin's cunt, on the other hand, in fact quite the contrary. Emily had given a little shudder of delight when she had found that the entrance to Miss Gavin's pussy wasn't blocked in any way.
Of course, she had picked up enough from her sexeducation lessons to know that after the fuck that she had gotten from Henry the day before, it couldn't possibly be, but still, somehow, it was a real thrill to feel the way open like it was.
Well, she was sure going to take advantage of that, and so she sent her little fingers reaching down into the softness of Miss Gavin's hole, where they pushed and shoved eagerly against the yielding flesh.
The two females were hardly capable of breathing now, so excited had they become, and all they could do by way of talking was to just gasp and grunt and make other sounds of pure pleasure, as prying, poking fingers shoved against sensitive female sex-flesh, and as their cunts trembled to the touch and felt that they couldn't bear to be touched any more, just as they couldn't bear not to be touched.
"Ohhh, OHHHHH!" Linda gasped as she felt the ache of her womanly come-need, the desire that saturated her body for the release that she knew could only be a little bit farther away, wrench at her nerves until she thought that she was going to go out of her mind.
Then all of a sudden, she knew that she was about to come, and she was coming, in big, gasping, eager strokes, while her fingers stimulated the little girl the remaining few inches of the way to her own blast off!
Wham! Wham! Wham! Two females coming together in perfect unison. One was in her twenties, the other was only eleven, but if anything that only made the sight more beautiful, not less.
Their bodies seemed to be trying to shake themselves apart, and their cunts seemed to be melting with both passion and love, as the voluptuous tits and hips of the older woman mashed against the little girl, who gasped in this sudden revelation of what it was to be a woman.
The sex together with Melanie had been a lot of fun, of course but now as she felt the spasms that tore through Miss Gavin's body, she realized for the first time the full meaning of female sexuality, of what it would mean to her to be a woman one day.
And that wasn't all, she realized, even as her little dripping twat seemed to explode. She understood now how deep her affections for this magnificent woman were getting, and she suspected that the reverse was so too, for although of course there was a passionate, frantic element to the way in which the older female clutched her, there was also a tremendous tenderness apparent too.
"OHHHH! Miss Gavin!" She gasped, "I-I can't stand it!"
And then, at once, the come-spasms stopped, and two very happy females, one tall and voluptuous, the other tiny and cute, stood there pressing each other together.
After the fury of the come, it was incredibly comforting, Emily thought, to feel the soft yielding breasts pressing against her, as Miss Gavin tenderly stroked her hair and said, "Oh Emily, that was so nice, and you're so nice. I'm so, so fond of you."
"M-Miss Gavin," Emily said in reply, "I think I may love you."
It was a delightfully honest reply, the typical reply of a child who hasn't yet learned all the hypocritical conventions with the aid of which adults get ahead in life.
After that wonderful come, and particularly now in this moment of tenderness, she really did think that she loved Miss Gavin, in fact, she felt almost certain of the fact. But she wanted to be sure before she told her, and so, she limited herself for the moment to simply declaring that she thought she loved her.
Linda liked children, and understood them well, so she understood Linda's motives perfectly and was very touched by them indeed. Her only answer was to run her fingers over Emily's cheek with terrific tenderness, while the little girl smiled up at her.
An ecstatic gasp made them look around, and there they saw where Melanie and Henry had achieved the final consummation of their love. He was coming in her little cunt!
Henry had been nervous when they had first started kissing, for he felt determined to ask Melanie if he could fuck her cunt, but at the same time he was aware of the risks involved.
Despite the reassurances that he had gotten from Linda, he still felt a trifle nervous about the purely physical, mechanical side of things, and added to that was the fact that screwing the little girl would add somewhat to the risk that her parents would find out and that would end both their happiness.
So he had put off the moment of asking, and had just laid his little lover down on the grass, where he had kissed her and stroked her face, and tickled her little cunt, which was getting hotter and hotter, and wetter and wetter, while his prick stiffened up into a state of furious preparedness.
He glanced down at it. It really seemed rather big. Most men are proud of the fact when they have large cocks, but for a pedophile who wishes to achieve the final happiness, the large cock can also be a source of worry.
Melanie had also decided, after having watched her lover fuck Linda the day before, that she wanted him to fuck her, however nervous she might be about the possible physical consequences, and there was no denying that she was nervous. And now, as his prying, poking fingers tickled and teased her increasingly wet labia, she felt that she just had to have his dick inside of her.
"O-officer Yancy," she said with a nervous quaver in her voice, "please make me a woman!"
And she looked up at him with pleading eyes that would have been enough to tempt the most hard-hearted of men, and gentle patrolman Yancy was certainly far from that.
Seeing as he had already decided that that was what he really wanted to do, he was no more able to resist her request than he could have flown to the moon.
"All right," he said softly, "I will. I want to do so too, very, very much. But darling, I'm afraid that I may cause you pain."
"T-that's all right," she said, "because I'm willing to feel pain to have your prick inside of me. Oh, I want it so badly!"
And her eyes glistened with little tears of eagerness. She did want to badly, he could tell that plainly enough from the way she looked and talked. But she was also pretty scared too, and that filled him with a terrific feeling of tenderness and protectiveness towards her.
It was natural enough that she should be scared, for not merely did he have a big prick, but all women are afraid of that first penetration, of the first time that they will feel a hard male prick inside their soft bodies. And since Melanie was a very feminine little girl, it was natural enough that she should display this extremely feminine characteristic.
"Lie back easily, honey," he said, stroking her hair and looking with rapt adoration at this delicious little girl whom, in one sense, he was indeed about to make into a woman. 'That's right. Fine. Now we just spread these," he said, as he gently pulled the little ankles apart, exposing the hole with its covering of membrane.
He had looked at it before, when eating her out, but somehow, now that he was about to place his rod in it, it looked all the more feminine and exciting.
As her legs were pulled apart, a little shudder of fear ran down the girl's spine, in an instinctive female reaction, as she felt her femininity laid open for the masculine attack which it was about to receive.
She bit her lip and didn't say anything, for she was a proud little girl, and anyway, she didn't really want to back out anyway.
He noticed it, however, and said to her, "Honey, if you change your mind, I'll understand. There are still lots of nice things that we can do together anyway."
"N-no," she said, her voice choking a bit, "I really want you too. I'm scared, but there are lots of things that you're scared of that you want anyway, like a roller coaster."
It was a delightfully childish analogy, and he understood children well enough to realize that in fact the girl was speaking the truth, that she really did want his prick inside her, for all the fear that she felt.
Certainly his prick was eager enough. He couldn't remember when it had felt more furiously, frantically stiff or more ready to go. He put his hand around the thing and started to squeeze.
Man that felt good, but it also just got him all the more worked up, so that he felt as if he could hardly stand to wait another second.
In fact, the urge in him to simply stick the thing in was almost impossible to resist, but he realized that the girl had to be calmed first. This was her first fuck, one of the most important experiences in a woman's life, and in consequence, he wanted it to be just right for her. It was all right for her to feel a bit of nervousness, for that just showed how terribly female she was, but at the same time, he knew that if the nervousness was too great, it might prevent her from enjoying the fuck, and he loved her so much that he certainly wouldn't be able to get anything out of it if she didn't.
So he bent forward and gave her a tremendously reassuring kiss on the lips. He didn't use the tongue at all, but just gave a soft pressure with the lips which told her how much he loved her, and how anxious he was not to do anything which would harm her. She understood, and the response from her lips was somehow that she understood, and that she had complete confidence in him. He ran his hands over her chest, and gave playful little pinches to her nipples, for he rightly understood that if he could make her smile she would feel a lot less nervous.
Then as she lay there ready and waiting, the woman in her eager for the hard meat to slide into her hole, the little girl fearing what would happen when it did, Henry reached in his pants pocket and took out a small tube of petroleum jelly that he had brought along with just this in mind.
"L-let me put that on," she pleaded, as she saw what he was about to do. He was more than willing to oblige her, both because he never could seem to get enough of feeling her little fingers on his prick, and because he figured that if he let her occupy herself with his rod, and help prepare it, it would seem less mysterious and frightening right before the penetration itself.
She sat up, still keeping her legs spread, so that she might be able to lure one of his hands down there (something that she certainly succeeded in doing) and squeezed some of the petroleum jelly out onto the tip of her fingers, before beginning to run the finger along the prick.
There can be nothing as instinctively and completely sexual as a female, whatever the age, for there was a sexiness about the way in which she applied the lubricant which made him think for a moment that he might be about to go off right then and there. For instance, it was true that the sensitive spot where the hard male knob joins the shaft needed to be lubricated, but there was something about the tender caressing motion with which she carried out the job that indicated that it wasn't just greasing up his prick that she had in mind. He gritted his teeth as the little minx slipped the finger around the joint, sliding it in the already copious grease. Man!
"Girls are funny that way," he thought, 'They want you to fuck them, so you agree' to do so, but they also feel a bit scared and the way in which they relax is by winding the guy up until he's about to snap in two like a watch-spring!"
He had really hit something there. Really feminine girls like Melanie are the least spiteful creatures that can be imagined. But at the same time there's a playfulness about them that leads to their sometimes teasing men because they feel so scared of them.
"Honey, if you want this in you, you'd better leave that spot alone," he gasped, as he realized that he really might be coming soon otherwise. Melanie giggled, and applied herself to greasing the rest of the rod, while of course the cunt fluid dribbled from her open little hole as she carried on the incredibly exciting, erotic activity.
As soon as the prick was greased, he thought that she would stop, but no, she now started greasing his balls. She knew that there was no need to, and that they would be remaining outside, but somehow the idea of seeing them glisten with the petroleum jelly turned him on to beat hell.
Both of them were pretty frantic now, and they could certainly not have changed their minds about going through with a regular fuck, for they were simply no longer that much in control of themselves.
Then suddenly, as she had finished the lubricating, the delicious little girl lay back on her back with a sigh, and closed her eyes. She wanted it, she had to have it, and though she was still nervous, there was nothing she could do now but close her eyes and wait.
Henry felt a surge of tenderness sweep through him as he saw the spectacle of feminine passivity. Girls were just so fucking wonderful that he couldn't believe it, just as he couldn't believe what a lucky guy he was to have Melanie.
He got into position, and moved the big rod forward, until it was pushing against the taut maidenhead. He felt a little shudder of nervousness, for the pressure was causing her slight pain, and she could imagine the greater pain that was in store for her when he actually pierced her. But neither of them could have stopped now, and that was all there was to that.
He gave another exploratory poke, but the membrane still held. On one hand he figured that there would be less pain if he slammed through suddenly, while on the other, he was afraid that that would damage her little hole, Well, he had to make up his mind, and finally he figured that while a slower (and safer) piercing might hurt her a bit more, she would probably want to be pierced that way, because she was so eager to be "made a woman" and would therefore want to have a long process to remember lovingly when she was older.
So he pressed again, firmly but not suddenly, and felt the tremor in her body as the pain shot through her.
He had guessed right about what it was that she wanted, for though she didn't quite know what the range of possibilities were as far as the piercing of her maidenhead went, she did know that she wanted to remember it for a long time.
"I'm going to be a woman, I'm going to be a woman, I'm going to be a woman," she kept repeating eagerly to herself, partly to calm her fears, and partly because the idea seemed glorious to her, so utterly magnificent and wonderful.
She felt the pressure become pain, felt the pain become really pretty hard to bear, so that she would have given a little gasp or cry if she hadn't been afraid of making her lover nervous, and then suddenly, there was a really shooting pain that shot into her cunt and up her spine, and accompanying the sudden pain was the feeling of something warm on her leg, and of something thick worming its way into her little hole, inch bv exquisite inch, slowly with his unstoppable insistence of a man who finally got something that he had hungered for for a long time.
"I'm a woman!" she thought ecstatically, as the pain subsided and the filling of her cunt progressed more and more.
And indeed she was. Her lover was through, and shoving it in.
Henry Yancy was a pretty sensitive guy, so as the pain had increased to the maximum just before the membrane went, he felt the tension in the little body under him, felt how the little girl was struggling not to cry out, and he had given an extra shove.
For the man who has thrown off the inhibitions of a prudish and puritanical society, and has admitted to himself that just as some men prefer blue suits to gray ones, he prefers little girls to women, there is no more blissful experience than that of penetrating a little girl. And when this little girl is the object not merely of desire, but also of a very pure and tender love, the bliss is multiplied tenfold. It isn't hard to guess what Henry felt, then as his prick felt the membrane rupture, and the sweet little-girl-blood on his rod, as the big tool parted the tiny lips and forced its way in stretching the tender flesh of the virginal little twat. It was particularly the blood which was nice, for it heralded the menstrual blood which would indicate the final transformation of the little girl into a woman.
"Oh, O-officer Yancy, oh, fill me up with your prick!"
There could be nothing more delightful than this odd combination of a virginal little voice with the passionate, lascivious words, which were like those used by more mature women, and which little Melanie had repeated out of sheer feminine instinct. Age to one side, the feeling in a female's body that her hole is being distended and filled by a hard piece of the body of someone else, brings much the same in the way of reactions.
Henry felt that his brain was boiling, so frantic had his come need become. There was literally nothing on earth that he wanted more at this moment than to have a chance to blast his wad off into the recesses of Melanie's still biologically unprepared womb. But at the same time, although this hunger to spasm inside the body of his little lover seemed to utterly consume him, he was able to feel a terrific sense of relief at the way things had turned out. Linda had been right. The technical problems that he had feared were in fact far less grave than he imagined. To be sure, the girl's cunt was small, and he could feel the wet walls of it stretch as he slid his greased prick deeper and deeper in. But there had been no rupturing, no hemorrhaging or anything grim like that, and he could tell from the gasps that little Melanie was giving, that he was causing her a very great deal of pleasure. There might be a slight ingredient of pain mixed up with that pleasure, but that was hardly surprising, for as any but the most backwardly prudish and puritanical know, in sex, pain and pleasure are certainly kindred spirits.
In fact, he had been silly to hesitate as long as he had. No one thinks anything of fucking a woman who is five feet tall, as long as she's a woman, and there is every reason to suppose that she would be no tighter in the snatch than his Melanie.
Actually, there really wasn't that much pain involved for the little girl, thanks in good measure to the petroleum jelly which she had so liberally spread on his dick. She was a wet little girl naturally, and all the preparations for the supreme consummation that she was enjoying now with her forty-year-old lover had made her all the wetter, but still the lubricant had been a good thing, for there was a real disparity in the size of her equipment and his, and fucking her was not like fucking, say, Linda Gavin.
In fact, it was much better. Henry thought with a laugh of all the holier-than-thou types who were held back from sex with little girls either by the outmoded puritan ethic, or by the laws which that ethic had engendered. They were stuck with full-grown women, who were fine, just as Linda had been fine the day before, but who were nothing compared to a little hot-box like Melanie. It was so exciting to feel the cunt-walls part as the cunt strained to take the overly-large organ, just as it was so incredibly exciting to know that this is the first time that the delicious little cunt has had a chance to feel male meat inside it, sliding up and down against its tender inner surfaces, teasing and tickling and tantalizing it. After all, the normal, natural position for a cunt is distended, with a prick in it, rather than flat and empty, and there was an incredible pleasure in knowing that he was the first one to do this to a hitherto-unused little twat.
In it went, inch by inch, for Henry was very careful not to hurt his little lover, even though he was boiling with randy come-need. Finally, it was in as far as it could go, and the tip of it was resting against the mouth of the womb where, incredible as it was to think such things about such a little girl, one day years from now, a baby would be produced.
He rested with it in there for a minute, teasing and torturing himself with his delaying of the banging, whanging spasms that he needed so much. She just moaned in pleasure at the feeling of the male rigidity inside her tender, tiny body, and the thought kept running through her mind, like the sound of a record that has been cracked so that the needle keeps playing in the same groove, was "I'm a woman, I'm a woman, I'm a woman!"
Then he slowly started to pull the big organ out, and for a moment his little girlfriend was terrified that her cunt would really be pulled inside out! But nothing of the kind happened, and soon she felt the thing start to slide back into her.
In ... out ... in ... out ... the pace was picking up slightly now. At first, Henry had kept it slow out of a desire to be careful, but now that he saw hcv everything was turning out all right, and now that the increasing wetness of her cunt added to the lubricating petroleum jelly, made movement of the big rod inside the tender little fun-tube easier, he was sliding it faster and faster, until he was finally going at a pretty good clip, though less rapidly than he would have with a full-grown woman.
But with a full grown woman he would have certainly been enjoying himself a good deal less.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," the little girl gasped in time to his strokes, as his hips bucked and the rod slid away inside her moist girlness. The prick felt like it was going to explode, that was for sure, and her cunt felt about the same way, to judge from the way in which she was quivering underneath him.
"Fuck me, oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" she was gasping. Man and girl together, far from the prying eyes of the crowd, just enjoying themselves as nature intended! And what does nature know of such things as ages and statutory rapes? All nature knows of is the incredible need that a man can feel, when he is in love, to stick his gorged and hungry dork into the body of the female he loves, and the same need on the part of the female to have the thing stuck into her, to have her inner spaces filled and crammed with hard eager cockmeat, hungry to shoot its creamy load in big, passionate gobs into her twat.
And beyond his cunt-need and her prick-need, real as they were, beyond the physical hunger, the lust that made both of them think that their brains were going to melt, was the furious, passionate need for union, the need to have their oneness cemented by her flowing pussy-fluid and his wonderful male cream.
His prick felt a certain sort of sensitive numbness now, and he knew damn well what it was that that meant. His balls tensed under his prick, and then suddenly, he found himself going down the roller coaster, with his dick shoving off in great pulsating throbs that sent his cream deep, deep into her while she writhed and gasped and came as if she never wanted to come again. It was frightful, it was heavenly, it was unbelievable!
She had felt her muscles tense, had felt her little body get ready for a release which every one of her knotted nerves craved, and then, suddenly, as he drove the last stroke home, she was throbbing and pulsating and coming, with shudder after shudder of delight slamming through her tender girlish body, and with her pelvis bucking against the root of his furious rod.
She had come before, come with Emily and come with him, both when his teasing fingers excited her little box past the point of endurance, and when his tongue licked her tender labia until she was blasting off and coming.
That was all delicious, no question of that, but nothing, nothing at all like this. What could compare, she wondered, to the feeling inside her of the vibrating cock? The feeling picked up by the stretched walls of her little cunt of his prick as it shot its load of cream? What could compare to the feeling of the cream hitting her inside, high up, to the realization that a man had just fucked her, and all this while the spasms tore through her own body, while she gasped and heaved as all the pent up passion in her little eleven year-old frame suddenly released itself like water behind a dam when the dam gives way!
They gasped the glorious, wonderful gasp that Linda and Emily had heard, and then, at the moment of perfect union, of cock-come coinciding with cunt-come, the thought flashed triumphantly through her mind, "I'M A WOMAN!"
CHAPTER SIX
When they had finished, they just lay very quiet and still in each other's arms for a while, relishing the feeling of being so close. And physically, how could they be closer, for Henry's prick still was to be found in Melanie's soft little twat!
"I wish you could leave it in there forever," Melanie said. "That would be so nice!" There was a special softness in her voice, the softness of a little girl, and the softness of the just-fucked woman. She was both at once, and that was what made her so utterly and completely desirable!
"Don't worry, honey," he said with a smile, "I'm sure that I'll be able to get it into you often enough to keep you satisfied."
She smiled the most adorable of smiles, as if to say, "How could I not be satisfied with you darling?"
"You seem to have had a good time!" a cheerful voice said. Henry looked up and saw Linda there standing over them, with little Emily at her side. The thing that made both of the females so desirable was the fact that they had little driblets of cunt fluid running down their legs to testify to the fact that they had just orgasmed together in each other's arms, and nothing makes a girl seem sexier than the knowledge that she has just engaged in lesbian lovemaking.
"Good time is right, wow!" Melanie said with typical little girl candor and honesty. None of that bitchiness you sometimes find in older women, when they try and make out that a really great fuck that they have just received was only so-so.
"What about you two?" Henry asked, withdrawing his prick, for he realized that it might be considered impolite by some people to talk to them while one still has one's dick in the cunt of a little girl.
Linda put her arm around Emily's shoulder, and Emily looked up at the older woman. That was the only answer that Henry needed.
"Oh, Emily," Melanie said, "It's so wonderful having a man's prick inside you, you just can't imagine it! Why I really think that it's the most fantastic feeling on earth, and I almost feel sorry for guys, because they can't have it!"
Emily did, in fact, look a bit jealous. Not jealous of Henry's love for Melanie, because she was starting to fall in love with Linda Gavin, but of the fact that Melanie had been able to take the final step that proclaimed her a woman.
"Henry," Melanie said with a melting tone in her voice, "You will give Emily a fuck, won't you? It wouldn't change anything about our love for each other."
"Glad to," Henry said, "But first I'll have to have a chance to rest up. Why don't you girls do something to get me all turned on, like a gamahuch, for instance?"
Because he had been a lonely man much of his life, Henry had done a great deal of reading about sex, and the result was that he really knew a surprising amount about it.
"A gamahuch?" they asked. "What's a gamahuch?"
"Something that girls do when they're alone together," he said smile." There are two different versions of it, but I'll teach you the one that seems easiest. Linda, I suppose you don't mind taking time out for a breather?"
"I'm a peeper from way back," she said with a laugh, referring to the time when she had first come across the happy trio during the spanking contest. She was really a delightful woman, Henry thought. If she were, say, about twelve, he would have been strongly tempted towards infidelity to Melanie. Hell, no, that was untrue, for there's a world of difference between mere physical desire, and desire that's associated with love.
"Now, girls," he said as he looked over the two sprites, who matched each other perfectly, "Lay on the ground there in opposite directions, with your little cunts facing one another. Fine."
Yes, they really were a good match. One of them was blonde, the other was brunette, and they were just the same size and build. In fact, the only difference in their bodies was to be found down around the cunt, and that difference was only a few minutes old!
"Now," he said, continuing to give the girls advice on the lesbian position, "Open your legs in a scissors. Then ... oh, I'll show you." The position was a bit complicated to simply explain to a couple of novices, though there could certainly be no doubt at all that the two girls had an amazing natural aptitude for sex. So he took Emily by the waist, and scooted her forward, while turning her slightly to one side, so that her legs could pass in interlocking fashion between those of Melanie, who had understood the score and likewise turned herself to her side. That way, the two cunts could come right together and touch. The effect was a very sexy one indeed, for each girl could feel the other's mound, and her own labia could feel the other girl's soft labia, wet as they were with the passionate contact. The two girls had it figured out now what it was that they should do, and they were eager to get started.
"I hope you'll like this," Henry said, "I've heard that among sophisticated women, its one of their favorite positions, when it comes to fucking other women."
"I can see why," Melanie said, "Because it almost is like fucking with a man. I mean, you don't have anything inside of you, but at the same time, everything is touching down there!"
"Exactly!" Henry said. "Now have fun!"
And with those words for encouragement, the two girls set to work, jiggling away with their little pelvises, so that the labia rubbed against each other in a most delightful and tantalizing way.
"Ohh, it's just heaven," Melanie said.
"Melanie, I can't stand it, I really can't," little Emily giggled.
"Oh! Ohhh! Ohhh!"
And none of this was fake bullshit of the sort that older women sometimes use. They weren't passing out any false compliments, but simply expressing in their innocent and natural way the amount of pleasure that they were giving to one another.
The hips jiggled more and more frantically, while the little girls pinched away on their nipples, or ran saliva-covered fingers over their chests, just as if they were grown up women with soft and bulging breasts.
It was all so innocent and so thoroughly delightful that Henry felt his already only half-limp cock start to stiffen up again. After this he was to initiate little Emily into the joys of love, and that was a prospect which he didn't mind one little bit.
Linda was getting pretty worked up herself, for she already had one of her long, graceful fingers up her cunt and was working away diligently. Neither she nor Henry could keep their eyes off of the cute sight that was offered to them by the two little girls before them.
The girls themselves were so hot that they felt like they were firecrackers which were about to explode. The friction of the tender labia against each other had them gritting their teeth in furious passion, and they felt their little bodies tense up in wild come-need.
"OHH! Ohh! NO!" Emily gasped, as the labia of her little friend rubbed against a particularly sensitive part of her own labia. Both girls cunts were leaking to beat the band, and the feeling of the cunt-juice between the labia made the gamahuch seem all the more delightful. Each girl had seen the other's cunt when it was wet, and so each could imgine what it had to be like now, as the two furious female twats rubbed together.
For a moment, little Emily was afraid that the friction would break her maidenhead, which was something that she didn't want to happen, for when she was "made into a woman," she wanted it to be like it had been with her friend, that is done by a man's prick!
They were about to come, they could feel it in the tingling sensation in their cunts, by the tension in their muscles, by the way their immature little nipples felt under their fingers, by everything.
And it was a good thing too, for although she realized that he was supposed to save himself for little Emily, he had lost a good part of his self-control while watching the gamahuch, and so, as a result, he had unconsciously started to squeeze his own prick. Those squeezes really felt great, but that was the whole trouble, they felt so great that all he had to do was to continue them for just a little bit longer, and then he would be spurting his male cream like nobody's business. But anyway, the little girls were about to get it off, so he was able to hang on that much longer.
Suddenly, there they were, with their little pelvises mashing the two eager wet twats together, with the labia rubbing almost harshly against each other, as the cunts spasmed and spasmed, while the girls gasped and heaved.
They weren't just gasping, they were also giggling in high spirits with the fun of it all. It was just that delightful light-handed quality which, in Henry's opinion, made sex with little girls such a thoroughly delightful business.
Two little girls gamahuching, coming together! A cuter sight couldn't be imagined, particularly as it was pretty hard to imagine two girls any cuter than these little minxes!
"OHHH!" Came a final gasp, and then they lay together with their cunts still pressing against each other, now weltering in the wetness of the come-juice. What fun! And they kept giggling and looking tenderly at one another. The dividing line between love and friendship is sometimes strange, but it is nonetheless very real indeed. These two girls had just experienced a wonderful come together. The come was physically in no way terribly unlike the comes that Melanie had gotten from Henry, or Emily from Linda. But in the case of Melanie and Henry, there was very strong love. In the case of Emily and Linda, there was budding love. In the case of the two girls together, there was very strong friendship. And so, the three sorts of come were really surprisingly different from one another.
Theirs had not been the only twats to get it off at that moment, however, for even as he had been looking at the two girls as they had fun together, Henry had been conscious of a special sight next to him, and he turned to see Linda there with a special look on her face and her hand down between her legs. Obviously her slender fingers had tickled and teased her lovely cunt until it had spasmed too.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked teasingly.
"You shouldn't peep," she said with a smile. "I shouldn't peep? That's a good one, coming from Miss Voyeur 71."
She was a nice girl and he enjoyed teasing her. It was remarkable how much of her prudish shell she had left behind since joining in the pedophile fun and games. She had had sex before, but always "normal" sex, and so she had been able to take a rather condescending attitude towards people with more offbeat tastes, and she had always felt rather guilty about her clandestine masturbation. But now she could beat herself off next to a man, and not feel embarrassed at all when he teased her about the fact.
Henry's preferences lay very definitely in the direction of little girls, but as he looked at Linda he felt that he wouldn't mind creaming his cock in her cunt from time to time. And that come, a come between people who are not even really close friends, but who sort of like each other in a funny way, would have been different again from the others mentioned.
"Officer Yancy, that was just great," Emily said. And Melanie beamed with pride at the fact that her lover was so skilled at sex that he could think up all sorts of tricky new positions, positions which he himself couldn't use because they were intended for women!
"As you can see, girls, I'm all cranked up."
"We can see it alright," the two girls chorused, their eyes gazing hungrily at his dick.
"So, Emily, would you like to have me make you into a woman?" he asked, using Melanie's cute phrase.
"Y-yes."
The usual mixture of womanly desire and girlish timidity, but he suspected that there was a bit more to that hesitancy than that. Maybe she felt a bit embarrassed by the fact that this initiation, which she really longed for so much, had to be provided by her friend.
Indeed, this whole set up was all the result of Melanie getting mixed up with Officer Yancy. Even though Miss Gavin seemed to have a real affection for her, the sole reason she had found her in the first place was because she had been with Melanie and Officer Yancy.
She didn't hold any of this against Melanie, for Melanie was her best friend, and in fact, she was grateful for the initiations that she had received so far. Otherwise she would still be playing hopscotch, or doing something dumb like that. But the fact remained that she very badly wanted to prove herself in the near future. She'd have to think about ways of doing that.
In the meantime, that prick looked awfully inviting, and she wasn't about to turn down a chance to have it inside her just to spite Melanie.
And Melanie, who was a real pearl, sensed her little friend's embarrassment, and to make her feel better, she said, "While you're getting
, it from Officer Yancy, I'd like to be
' sixty-nined by Miss Gavin, if you don't have any objections. It must be really dreamy to make love to a real, full grown woman. Of course, I'd like to if Miss Gavin would like to."
The reason that she had forgotten to say that and had to tack it on at the end out of politeness was because she knew perfectly well that Miss Gavin would like to, just as she had known when she had asked Henry if he would fuck Emily that he would be delighted to to do so, and had probably already thought of the idea. Melanie was still at the delightful age where a lot of false modesty hasn't yet come to cloud the emotions.
"I'd love to, you little Minx, and you know that perfectly well," Miss Gavin said, her i breasts heaving softly, the nipples nice and taut on the sleek creamy spheres. Melanie had said that business about how nice it had to be fucked by a full grown woman mostly to be kind to little Emily's feelings, but now as she looked at the magnificent female body before her, the body which corresponded almost exactly with what she dreamed that she would like her body to be, she realized that she did indeed very much want to find out what it was like to be in the arms of a mature female like Linda Gavin.
Emily had perked up at that remark, anyway, for she had realized how lucky she was compared to the other eleven-year-olds, who presumably weren't getting any sex at all, and who were still doing dumb things like playing house or heaven only knows what.
And finally, her embarrassment and sadness melted away when she felt Officer Yancy place one of his hands tenderly on her shoulder. He could see what it was that was bothering the kid, and he felt sorry for her, even though he knew that as her relationship with Linda, which had real promise, got deeper, she would stop worrying about whether she or Melanie had racked up the larger number of sexual successes.
He pulled her close, and gave her a soft, friendly kiss, and then he whispered to her, "Emily, it's Melanie I love, and you know that as well as I do, but I like you a lot, I really do, and you can tell from the stiffness of my prick how eager I am to get it inside of you. That shows how much I like you, and what a pretty, desirable girl you are. I say 'girl' because I know that in a few minutes it's something else that I'll have to call you."
The little speech soothed Emily's feelings a lot, particularly the reference to how she would soon be a woman, which made her realize that compared to a lot of other girls she had nothing to feel sorry for herself about. In fact, she had every reason to think that she was lucky, for she was about to get a good dose of thick prick!
And the argument about the stiffness of his prick was a good one too, because it was basically accurate. She reached her hand down and felt the thing, and he could see by her eyes what a charge she got out of squeezing it, for of course the squeeze had made it swell up still more.
"Oh, I want it in me so badly, Officer Yancy" she said. As she squeezed, she got hotter and hotter and as she got hotter she stopped feeling sorry for herself, and just started thinking about how badly she wanted that prick inside of her. And of course she kept squeezing, for, for many women, giving a prick a feel is like eating potato chips. Once they've started, they find stopping just about impossible.
"Okay, Emily, enough of that," he said with a smile, as he gently pulled her tiny, eager hand away from his meat. "After all, it's your cunt that I want to cream in, not the air.
She smiled, and then she lay down on the grass, waiting for his dick.
"Ah, that's a smart girl," he said, as he saw her spread her legs.
Not just smart, but also very sexy. The little hole was still wet from the gamahuching, not to mention the finger-session with Miss Gavin, and nothing could have been more enticing than the slick look which the labia had.
"I sure as hell prefer unfledged twats," Henry told himself as he looked at little Emily's totally naked cunt, "But one advantage to there being a little hair is that it allows the cunt-juice to collect on it and glisten in little droplets of love dew."
He couldn't help wondering whether he preferred Melanie now to what she would be in say, two years, for around the right age, it's amazing what sort of changes two years can bring. She would have slightly budding breasts, and a nice bit of down on the cunt then, and as he imagined her he saw that she would be perfectly delightful, but then, perhaps, he would look back with nostalgia on the time when she was only eleven.
Anyway, it was unfair to Emily to be thinking of Melanie, when Emily was spread out there before him in the most trusting and inviting fashion possible.
So, getting to the work at hand, which promised to be very pleasant work indeed, he knelt down beside her and started to play with her darling little labia and clit, just to get her good and in the mood.
There was no need for that though, as he soon discovered, for the slightest touches there between her legs to a pretty much instant reaction in the form of a very eager shudder.
Then, taking his finger, he started gently pressing against the membrane, for he figured that if he got her used to the pressure there of something familiar like a finger (for she had certainly had the experience of having his finger on her cunt) she would feel less uptight when he had his prick there, ready to go in.
But he misjudged that one, for it became clear that actually it made Emily very nervous to feel his finger poking away down there. For an instant he was at a loss to see why, and then it dawned on him. These little girls had talked so much about coming of age, "becoming women," that they thought very much in terms of special rituals of initiations that had to go through. For Emily, the moment at which she became a woman would be the moment at which she felt his prick breaking through her maidenhead. Now if he should accidentally burst the maidenhead with his finger, things would be spoiled somewhat.
Well, he sure as hell didn't want to wreck the kid's big moment, so he laid off with the finger, and got into position with his prick. It was so wonderful to feel the smallness of the female body under him, to know from the flatness of the chest that it was a little girl that he was fucking! Clearly, even though he only had a friendly fondness for Emily, fucking her would be more fun than fucking that voluptuous Linda, there could be no question about that.
He touched the end of his prick against the girl-seal.
"Are you ready?" he asked gently.
The only reply he got was a sigh and a shiver. The sigh indicated the furious passion that was seizing control of the little girl's body, while the shiver showed her normal girlish fear just before the moment of penetration.
Then, he started to press the rod home. The maidenhead was a bit less resilient than Melanie's, but that didn't mean that it was one bit less tender, as he could tell from the way in which the little girl trembled under him. He pushed a little harder. She trembled more, and even let out a little gasp. Of course, he could have busted the thing without any trouble if he had been willing to slam the prick right in. But again, his fear of hurting the little maiden made him hesitate, for he really was a very gently considerate man.
She felt the pressure between her legs, and then let out a little gasp as the pain suddenly increased.
Taking his courage in his hands, he gave a sudden sharp stroke, and she felt a sudden jab as if someone had stuck a knife up her cunt, and felt the warmth of her blood. But she didn't mind that, for she felt something else as well, namely the insistent pressure of his cock, as he slid it into her.
He had forgotten to grease himself up this time, but there was still some of the petroleum jelly left from his last bang, and besides, she had a slightly larger snatch than did Melanie, so there was no real trouble, though perhaps he was conscious of a slightly greater resistance as the rod shoved its way into the hitherto-unused cunt, opening it up and filling it out.
Emily couldn't believe what a delightful feeling it was to be shafted like that. In the dumb sex education lectures they talked about how the "penis is inserted into the vagina" but that had nothing at all, it seemed, to do with this heavenly feminine feeling of just being gorged and swollen and filled up.
Then, he was pulling the rod out again, and that was every bit as delightful as when he had stuck it in, or almost so. She caught her breath, waiting for the return stroke, and here it came, hot and insistent, as the prick slid more readily now on the cunt-skin, for she was secreting cunt-juices in greater and greater quantities, now that she felt the prick in her and working, bucking for a come.
And just as had been the case with her friend Melanie, one thought kept running through her mind: "I'm a woman, I'm a woman, I'm a woman!"
Faster and faster Henry bucked and heaved as he felt the passionate little cunt around his meat, grasping it, teasing it, driving it straight up the fucking wall!
Rings of pleasure seemed to soak up his prick, burning into his balls and working their way up and down his spine. He was furiously hot, and there was no question about it, he was getting hotter with every heave of that meat of his inside the little hole. He rammed the rod home again and again, and finally, he felt that sort of funny feeling that for him was always a sign that he was about to blast off.
The little girl was in a sort of half-faint, so incredibly intense was the pleasure that he was giving to her. Every nerve of hers was jangling, and every muscle in her body seemed to scream for a come.
And then she got it, and really got it, in hard, driving slams while she felt the pulsations of her partner's furious dick as it fired its load of cream into her.
She really shuddered under him as the spasms blew her apart, while her little cunt seemed to dissolve into a quivering mass of pleasure.
It was a great ride, it really was, and while as a man in love Henry would certainly not have wanted to trade little Melanie for anyone or anything, he had to admit to himself that Linda was a very lucky woman indeed.
While Henry was initiating little Emily into the full mystery of womanhood, an enthusiastic Melanie was learning from Linda what a real womanly sixty-nine was like.
Of course, Melanie and Emilie had sixty-nined together, but as Melanie was finding out, if you are going to do a lesbo sixty-nine, there is no substitute for a mature woman as a partner.
Linda, who was discovering more and more of her latent lesbian nature, found her slit getting really wet as the cute little Melanie walked over to where she was waiting. Linda certainly preferred Emily, with whom she seriously thought that she might be falling in love, but while nothing can beat sex mixed with love, it is also true that just straight sex isn't all that bad either, particularly if the person you have it with is good looking enough or hot enough. And there could be no question at all either about Melanie's looks, or about her eagerness to get into action with Linda. The girl had never had a sixty nine with a woman before, and it was evident that she was trembling with anticipation, for she figured that a mature cunt must be a great deal more interesting to suck and lick than a cute but undeveloped twat like little Emily's.
In fact, that really is one of nature's funnier jokes. Little girls like Melanie and Emily figured that the mature stuff must be best of all, while on the other hand, people like Linda and Henry, who could have certainly gotten plenty of mature stuff if they wanted it, figured that it was nothing in comparison to fresh young twat like Melanie and Emily had to offer. It was really sort of funny, but then, it enabled things to work out pretty well, since the girls got their adult lovers, and the adults got their hot little children.
Linda took Melanie into her arms and gave her a soft kiss on the mouth that was just a promise of things to come, but that was very stimulating anyway. Then she kissed again, this time more insistently, and slid her tongue out into little Melanie's mouth.
The woman smiled as she noticed how ready and eager Melanie was for the tongue, how the delicate little lips were half-parted in a terribly sensuous way, so that Linda's tongue had no difficulty whatever sliding into Melanie's mouth, while at the same time, offering just enough pressure and resistance to excite the older female.
Melanie herself was getting pretty excited, for she could feel Linda's soft, swollen breasts pressing hard against her in lurid lesbian passion, and she could also feel the hardness of the teacher's pink nipples, which were distended into bloated little pleasure-nubs, ready and eager for any action, either by hand or mouth, which anyone might be interested in giving to them!
Melanie reached her little hands around and clutched the woman's buttocks, pulling Linda's crotch against her own little tummy (for they were both standing, so of course Linda's crotch was on a higher level than Melanie's, which was a pity, for it would have been exciting for both of them if Melanie's little hairless "V" had had a chance to rub against the soft girl-moss of Linda's twat.
They were on the ground now, somehow. They had been standing and now they were lying, without being able to remember how it was that they got down there. The kissing and the caressing continued unabated, and Linda imitated Melanie's ass-caress with some ass-caressing of her own. This made Melanie feel terribly grown-up and womanly, to have a real woman imitate her in sex like this, and her little shoulders gave a heave of pleasure as Linda massaged her taut ass.
But Linda knew damn well that it was a sixty-nine which she was interested in getting, and Linda was more than willing to give it to her. She had never seen a little girl's cunt before, and her mouth drooled at the prospect. She had felt Emily up, and from mere touch had a fair idea of how dainty and tender the little labia must be, but actually having a chance to see them would be something else again!
Often in this sort of lesbian situtation, the woman who is in the lead initiates the sixty-nine by kissing her way lovingly down the body of the girl to whom she is making love. But Linda could sense how eager Melanie was to explore her own super-womanly body, and she decided to give the kid a treat. After all, there was no point in being selfish with children. So, taking her mouth away from Melanie's, which was not an easy thing to do, so intensely eager was the little Minx for more of those delicious female kisses, she whispered to her, "Melanie, my pussy is all hot! Please lick it to make it cool again!"
Melanie was the sort of bright little girl who certainly didn't usually have to be told to do something twice. She grasped at once what it was that Miss Gavin had in mind, and set about doing it, for she remembered how Henry had done the same sort of thing to her when he had initiated a sixty-nine.
Melanie took her lips from Linda's face, then, and started out by kissing her on the throat, then working down towards the luscious breasts.
For a moment, she just kissed between them, seemingly hesitant about which one she should choose first, but finally she settled on the left one.
The reason that she made this particular choice was that she was right-handed, and that had made her fist impulse to go for the right one. But she knew that most people were right handed, and that made her worry that Miss Gavin's left tit might find itself neglected as a general rule.
However that might be, it was certainly not being neglected now, that was for sure. Melanie pressed her lips against the yielding flesh and pushed, shoving the tit out of its normal shape. Kissing Emily on the nipples had been fun, Melanie thought, but nothing to compare with the joy of having this incredible womanly softness underneath her lips. For a moment, she purposely kept her lips off of the incredibly inviting nipple, for the thing seemed so delightful that she wanted to save it till last.
To think that one day she would have a pair of tits like Miss Gavin's! The idea was so exciting that it gave the little girl an extra surge and twinge in the little clit.
Then at last she reached her soft little mouth over the hard pink spike and started to suck on it, as if she were really convinced that she could suck something out of it. The pull of her lips on the nipple made Linda gasp for breath, while the little girl's cunt shuddered at the feel of the tit in her mouth.
For a moment it looked like there was a danger that Melanie would get side tracked, for she was clearly enjoying the nipple so much that it looked as if she might forget that her principal task was supposed to be the sucking of twat.
But soon she managed to tear her lips away from the nipple, although now that it was gleaming with saliva, it looked more inviting than ever! The only, way she was able to get herself to leave the tingling thing alone was to keep telling herself that Linda's cunt would be even nicer. And there of course she was utterly right!
Her lips gave a final kiss to the other nipple, just so that Linda wouldn't feel unbalanced, and then a kiss to the curving underside of each tit. In many ways the underside of the tit is often neglected by lovers, but there is certainly no reason that it should be, for in fact it is one of the most sensitive spots on the body of a woman.
By now Linda had lost all control of herself, and her pelvis was grinding away in anticipation of the little girl's soft mouth and tongue.
"Oh, Melanie, Melanie, Melanie," Linda groaned, unable to say anything else. It was torture to have to wait like this while the little mouth nibbled down towards the cunt, torture to feel the tantalizing kisses on the breasts and the belly, including the navel, which was surprisingly sensitive, but it was a nice torture all the same.
As for little Melanie herself, this waiting game that she was forcing herself to play in the accurate belief that teasing though it was really what Linda wanted, was almost as hard on her as it was on the older woman. After all, what would a woman's cunt be like, she wondered. Aftermambly hairy, but that obviously wasn't all that there was to it. She could hardly wait to find out.
She was getting nearer all the time, however, and now at last her little pink mouth was right at the top of the mossy female triangle. It was a delightful sensation to feel her tongue down there, the tip of it running through the short, curly hair, coating it with little droplets of saliva.
She was getting hotter and hotter, though, and her progress towards the cunt itself was getting faster and faster, as the insistent tingling in her twat, and the wetness between her own legs, made it harder and harder for her to hold out and continue to play the teasing game.
Suddenly, her last self-control gave way, and she shoved her face down between the other female's legs, and slid out her tongue so that it touched the clit.
The response was immediate in the form of a shuddering heave that ran through the young woman's body. The mere thought of a little girl having her tongue at work down there would have been enough to get her plenty hot, and in addition to that was the sensation caused by the tongue itself, which had really gotten pretty damned experienced while working on Henry's prick and mouth. Melanie had never sucked a real woman-cunt before, but she was a hell of a hot little piece, and so she had no difficulty whatever in adapting herself to the new situation.
What was most enchanting to her was the smell, the woman-smell, the warm, rich inviting smell of the cunt of a mature woman. She sniffed it in deep sniffs, while her tongue slurped around the labia themselves.
Licking out a grown woman like Miss Gavin was so different from doing it to another little girl like Emily, Melanie discovered. The labia were so much bigger and they gave so much more to one to really get one's tongue on them, so as to be able to shove them around and tickle and tease them. And the cunt juice! Melanie was a wet little girl, as she knew damn well herself from the comments that had been made by Henry, but with a grown woman like Linda, it was a whole new ballgame! In fact, the pussy-fluid was flowing so hard and fast that she really wondered if her tongue would be able to keep up with it, though she knew damn well that it would be trying as hard as it possibly could.
"Melanie, I want your cunt," Linda gasped, and the little girl swung her body around so that she could get at it with her eager mouth.
And while Melanie was noticing what a delightful thing a full-grown woman's cunt was, Linda was learning how there are few things in the world which, for straight desirability and cuteness, can beat the twat of an eleven-year-old girl particularly when that twat is dripping wet and cringing at every lick of the tongue, so furious and passionate has it become.
Indeed, for Linda, the discoveries that she had to make about the size and texture of Melanie's twat were even more exciting about the ones that Melanie was making concerning her own. Melanie, after all; had already sixty-nined with Emily, and so although in terms of smell and size Linda's cunt was really quite different, nevertheless there was something about it which was familiar too. With Linda, however, the situation was quite different. She had never had any lesbian experiences until today, when she had fingered off little Emily, and having never used a mirror to get a good look at her own cunt (though out of curiousity most women do at one time or another in their lives) was really rather ignorant of what female equipment looked like, even though she was a very passionate female herself.
Well, it goes without saying that what it was that she was seeing for the first time really delighted her, for Melanie's cunt was one of the sweetest that anyone could ever hope to find, let alone lick. The labia were really just right for a girl of her age and size, neither too big and floppy, nor too small to allow the fingers and tongue of whomever she was with any fun. And the slit itself was so delightfully small and delicate, with the pussy fluid dribbling out of it.
Linda was lucky in one respect, and that was that the little girl had now been deflowered. When Emily, who had a much smaller tongue, was licking Melanie out, she had found that the maidenhead really had a tendency to get in the way. Now, the maidenhead was burst, and there was nothing to stop Linda's tongue from reaching in as deep as her heart might desire.
And judging from the kind of treatment that her tongue was giving to the little girl, that was really pretty deep indeed! She slid it past the opening and down, down into the depths of the little girl, and as she did so, she noticed excitedly that she could still taste some of Henry's come, as well as a bit of the blood left over from when the maidenhead had been split. It was a weird combination, but a really great one, too.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! little Melanie's tongue lapped over the large labia, and drank up the fast flowing, rather salty tasting pussy fluid, while she continued to take in big whiffs to enable her to smell all the female odor she could.
Meanwhile, Linda was making it a practice to run her tongue as far into the little girl's slit as she could, and then to pull it out suddenly, with a great deal of pussy-fluid still adhering to it. She would suck that off, give the darling little clit a quick lick that would make Melanie shudder, and then return to the business of winding up the little hole.
The only thing that Melanie regretted was the sixty-nine position didn't really give her a chance to enjoy Linda's breasts, though she was pressing her knees against them as hard as she could. This caused Linda a certain amount of pain, but of course, pain in that department is one thing which no woman minds!
The tongues were racing faster and faster, drinking in more and more of the fast-flowing pussy fluid, as the girls found themselves getting more and desperate as they struggled in vain to lick each other's cunts dry.
There was a sort of funny tension in their bodies as they felt the soft wet flesh of their tongues press against the softer and wetter flesh of their agonized twats.
Then, all of a sudden, there they were, coming off, and as each female felt the other on the brink of her come-spasms, she desperately started to try and get some time in on the other's clit.
Heaven! It was sheer, unadulterated heaven for them to feel the pressure on the jangling little fun-buttons as suddenly the spasms ripped and tore through their bodies, making them gasp and shudder, while their pelvises bucked against one another, Linda's soft, womanly cunt, large and wonderfully mature, against the angelic face of little Melanie, and Melanie's bare little pussy against Linda's wise and knowing face, while both of them licked and licked in an effort to keep one another going as long and as hard as they could.
"Ohh! Linda, I can't ... Oh! OHH!" Melanie gasped, and from Linda's throat came similar gasps and groans of pleasure as the twat seemed to explode in a shower of sparks and as her body heaved in the exquisite female come-joy.
Then, they were done, and lying there, their tongues still giving gentle licks to the throbbing, tormented flesh.
"Linda, that was really wonderful," little Melanie gasped. Boy, Emily sure is lucky!"
And if Emily was lucky for having Linda, Linda felt that she was even luckier for having Emily. She and Melanie had just had a jolting, clit busting bag-off, and it had been great, but somehow, without the tenderness that had accompanied the finger off that she and Emily had had, something seemed to be lacking.
It had been fun anyway, though, and her throbbing cunt could hardly deny the fact!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Little Emily had really enjoyed the introduction to sex that she had gotten from Henry, but at the same time she still felt that to complete her transformation from a little girl into a woman, an independent sexual success was needed. In short, the delicious little sprite was utterly bent on seducing a man.
The question was, which man? She was afraid that if she made her advances to the wrong one, she would land in trouble, and not accomplish her objective, either. So when all the people who saw her said, "Little Emily looks so thoughtful of late, I wonder what she's thinking of," they certainly would never have guessed that she was mentally sizing up all the men around her, and trying to make her pick.
She didn't tell Melanie about this, either. It was not that her friendship for her had cooled, for in fact, it had not in the slightest. But Emily felt that somehow she had to really score without any help at all on her friend's part, and it was as if she felt that somehow by telling Melanie of what she had in mind, Melanie might help her and ruin the whole thing.
Finally she decided that the best bet was Archibald MacFaddy, the art teacher. He seemed like something of a wild card in the midst of the boring uniformity of the rest of the faculty, though given the rest of the faculty, that wasn't saying much.
What was convenient was that art was the last period two days a week, and that would give her an opportunity to be alone with the man.
So when the big day came, she told Melanie that she would not be coming to the vacant lot that day, for she had other things to do.
She was about to use the same excuse on Miss Gavin, but at the last moment, that had seemed like such a betrayal of trust that she had broken down in tears and told the whole story. She loved Miss Gavin too much to deceive her like that.
Linda had been very understanding, and as she stroked the little girl's hair she had said, "Now darling, it's all right. I think you're doing just exactly the right thing."
"I promise I won't fall in love with Mr. MacFaddy, I promise," Emily said with terrific determination."
In fact, Linda was sure enough of the love that the little girl had for her that she wasn't at all worried on that score. After all, the two of them and Henry and Melanie had practiced all sorts of swap variations and combinations, so that everyone had fucked everyone else at one time or another, but that hadn't changed the emotional nature of the relationships.
Also, in her opinion, MacFaddy was something of a drip, so she didn't feel much competition from that department anyway.
On the big day, Emily waited until all the other pupils had gone, and then she stayed behind with MacFaddy. He noticed that she had a large manila envelope under her arm.
"What is it, Emily?" he asked as he started to clean up the art studio. He liked the little girl, largely because she was really by far the best art pupil in the class.
"I have some more pictures that I did at home," she said, "and I was wondering if I could have your opinion of them."
That flattered the art teacher, so he said, "Of course."
The pictures, which were remarkably good, were all of naked people, mostly naked women, whose cunts were exposed to the onlooker. Some of the pictures showed couples copulating, and in these, there was always an effort to show the prick as it was just about to go in, so that nothing was left to the imagination.
MacFaddy was genuinely surprised, and more than a little taken back. As an artist, he had seen plenty of nude paintings, but none anything like these. In fact, he was so taken back that he didn't notice how the little girl's hand was trembling with nervousness. If MacFaddy didn't "bite", she'd probably be in big trouble.
He was not just taken back, he was sexually aroused. It was true that though she had a lot of talent, much of it was still not developed, but that was beside the point. Not merely were the drawings frankly erotic in nature, but the idea of being shown erotic drawings by an eleven-year-old girl was in itself incredibly exciting.
So, his prick started to twitch, and this meant that little Emily had the battle more than half won. After all, whatever self-control men may possess (and it isn't much) it sort of melts away once the prick starts to erect.
"W-where did you ... what....why?" stammered MacFaddy.
"Do you like them?" Emily said, and as she said it, she gave the most captivating possible flashing of her eye-lashes. MacFaddy gulped again. Emily may have felt the need for proving herself by some kind of independent sexual success, but in fact, nothing on earth could have been less necessary, for anyone could see that she was a hell of a sexy little piece.
"Mr. MacFaddy," she cooed, "do you like my drawings? Do you like me?" and as she said this, she stroked his face with her hand. The hand was trembling a bit, for she was still pretty scared, even though the school was deserted now, and even though it was apparent from the growing lump under the art teacher's pants that he was getting more and more worked up, and less and less able to resist her advances.
Anyway, he was trembling more than she was, so he wasn't able to notice that in fact this little seductress was just a timid little girl.
The sight of that face just got right to him, and since he didn't have the strength of will to tell her to go away, he glanced down to keep from looking at it.
As for wanting to keep from doing anything compromising with a little girl who is out to seduce you, that is just about the worst fucking tactic that you can take, for in almost every case, the girl is likely to have done what Emily had done, namely hitched up her skirt so that the man could see the panties. But in this case, it wasn't just panties that MacFaddy saw, for Emily had slipped hers off just before approaching him with her little portfolio, so he got a good look at her unfledged little cunt.
His hand trembled, and he steered it towards her knee. She gasped, knowing that in not too long, his prick would inevitably be creaming in her little cunt!
Her hand took his and laid it on the knee. And at that moment, as he felt the tender girlish skin, MacFaddy knew that risks or no risks, he just had to have this little girl. His prick was trying to stiffen out, of course, but it was so caught in the underpants that it couldn't, and as it tried to do so, it almost felt as if someone had been punching it or doing something similar.
Emily saw this, and wordless, unfastened the man's belt and unzipped his pants. He was so stunned by everything that had been happening, that he just let her do it.
Her hand was in his underpants in a moment, and she pulled the thing free, as it triumphantly swelled into shape, ready to give the girl what it was that she wanted, namely the feel of hard prick in her little twat.
Suddenly, tired of the passive role that he had been playing up to now, and determined to enjoy the little tease, he pulled her towards him and glued his lips to hers, while furiously frenching away.
That was just what little Emily wanted, too, for she was a super-feminine little girl, and didn't by any means want the man to be in any kind of subordinate role. She believed that the man should be in charge, in the saddle, bucking away to a come with his lusty prick, as he jerks it to its blastoff point, so that it can shoot its creamy man-gobs into the female.
He had her down on one of the tables that were used by the pupils for their art lessons. He was struggling free of his pants, and pulling her dress over her head. Then suddenly a thought struck him.
"Emily," he said, "I'll have to make this a sixty-nine or something, because I'm afraid that I'll hurt you otherwise."
"Oh, Mr. MacFaddy, don't worry about that. I've been fucked before, and there's no trouble of any kind."
Well, that was like a red light to a bull, and he was just about to ram his prick in, when suddenly an impish idea came upon him. After all, he knew from his own experience that in sex, waiting was something great if the waiting consisted of stimulation and foreplay. He reached out and grabbed a paintbrush which was standing in a jar of water, and then dipped it in a jar of gouache that was standing nearby. Gouache is a very thick water-based paint that is mixed from a powder and is often used in school art classes because it is water-soluble and dries very quickly.
Then, after the brush had been thoroughly dunked in purple paint, he started painting Emily's little hairless cunt.
The girl giggled, particularly as the touch of the wet brush on her cunt was really sexy as hell. With deft strokes, he drew a line across the top of her "V" of skin, and then filled it in, so that she had a purple triangle.
"You see," he said with a smile, "you're a big girl after all, so this is all legal."
She giggled again at the idea of having purple cunt-moss, but soon her giggling turned to passionate sighing, for he said quickly, "and as you know, big girls also have some hair between their legs!" And he ran the large, sopping brush over her anxious clit, her delicate labia, everywhere except inside the hole itself. All this water paint would wash off easily enough, but he still felt that it would be best not to paint inside the slit. For the same reason, though he wanted to paint his prick and balls, he didn't do so. And anyway, the gouache, when it dried, would have made lubrication something of a problem.
Emily was laughing wildly. She was certainly having a real sexual experience on her own, there could be no question of that! Another brush had now been dipped in red paint, a bright fire-engine red, and he applied a dab to each nipple.
"Oh, what huge nipples you have Emily!" And then, taking a brush with green paint on it, he wrote in large letters on the little girl's stomach, "Emily is a hot little cunt!"
They were both having a lot of fun, but there is a limit to everyone's self-control, so he didn't even place the gree" brush back in the water-jar, but instead threw it down on the table, and then started putting his prick in the hot little hole.
The playing around had gotten both of them so damned hot that it was a wonder that they didn't go off right away as soon as he began sliding in, but somehow they managed not to. Emily's little painted clit was as hard as a pebble, and MacFaddy's prick pulsated and quivered with its desire to fire its load of come into the sweet little hole that was now open and inviting to him.
I-n-n it went, slowly, bit by bit, for he was somewhat worried about the size of the snatch, even though it turned out that there were no problems of any kind in that department.
Emily gasped as for the second time in her young life she felt a man's meat filling her up, gorging her, cramming itself into her soft little hole. And there was not just physical pleasure in that gasp. There was also the pride that came from the fact that quite independent of Melanie, she had gotten herself some action. In fact, she really felt rather one-up on Melanie, for Melanie had been seduced by Officer Yancy, while it was she who had seduced Mr. MacFaddy.
The prick was all the way in now, and now it was sliding out again. Then back in, and both of them felt wave after wave of passion wash over them, as the prick-skin slid against the wet cunt-skin, and as both cunt and prick tingled with delight at the sliding, slippery contact. The wrenching of the big dick as MacFaddy slammed it in pulled and tugged on the labia, bringing them teasingly over the furiously hard little clit and making it feel like it was some kind of time-bomb that was just about to go off.
IN! OUT! IN! OUT! The pace was getting more and more frantic, just as the two participants were getting more frantic. MacFaddy's balls were pulled up against the root of his prick as tight as they could possibly go, while little Emily felt as if every nerve in her body was tied up in knots.
IN! OUT! IN! OUT! She gasped and shuddered with the pressure of the big prick as MacFaddy rode her hard and fast. He was a good cocksman, though not used to little girls, and so he gave it to her in much the same way that he did to full sized women. This made the action a bit more painful for Emily than it would otherwise have been, but this sure as hell didn't matter to Emily, for the knowledge that she was being fucked just like a real woman is fucked almost made her slit and clit ache more than did the deep, skilful strokes.
IN! OUT! IN! OUT! Cunt trembling with need for cock, hard cock trembling with its need for soft, vulnerable cunt as the sex organs of a male and a female mash together, sliding on their own fuck-lubricant, while they both drive for the shattering release that they both crave! Neither Emily nor MacFaddy any longer knew or cared that they were in the art studio of P.S. 107, where they might quite conceivably be found by the caretaker. All they knew was what their frantic, throbbing organs told them.
Suddenly, a shudder ran through Emily's body, and the knowledge that she was about to get it off was more than enough to enable MacFaddy to do so. He slammed home one final eager stroke, and even as he did so, he felt himself tensing, tensing, and then firing with great heaving squirts, as the vibrating muscles in his prick shot the load from his balls into Emily in deep eager spurts.
"OHHHH!" she gasped as the walls of her trembling cunt felt the pulsations of his rod, and while her own little eleven-year-old twat trembled in the spasms of her bucking, writhing come.
Wham! wham! wham! Organ meshing with organ! Cock and cunt in perfect time as male spunk is shot into an eager sea of cunt-dringle! Wow! Shudder!
And then it was over, and they lay there limp, but giving playful little smiles to one another, while Emily revelled in the feeling of the prick still inside her, as it gradually went soft and spongy.
"Mr. MacFaddy, that was really terrific."
"I'm glad you liked it," he said quite sincerely. In fact, Linda was wrong about him, for he was really a rather nice guy.
"Here," he said, as he finally pulled his tool out of the little mouse's hole, "we'd better get you washed off." And so saying, he led her to the sink where the brushes were washed, and dipping his hand in the flowing water, he started to sponge away the water-paint.
"Mr. MacFaddy," Emily said timidly.
"Yes."
"I have a confession to make. I don't love you. I used you."
She was so solemn and serious as she said that that he managed to repress his natural desire to laugh good-naturedly. After all, he realized, there really is something genuinely touching about a child being concerned about not using another person. As for him, he was enormously relieved to know that Emily didn't love him. He had a pretty free-swinging sex life, and he didn't want to have to worry about the emotional involvement of a little girl. After all, who could tell where such an involvement might lead, particularly as Emily would be a rather easy little girl to fall in love with. He certainly hoped that he could continue to get inside her, though, for sex with little girls is one of those things that one doesn't want to have to do without, once one gets a taste of it.
"Emily," he said with a smile, "love is a wonderful thing, but sex can be wonderful too. How could I feel 'used' when you have just given me such a wonderful fuck?"
At this the child's eyes brightened, now that she knew that there was nothing that she should feel guilty about.
"Whom do you love?" he asked, as he continued to run his wet hand over her little twat, rubbing off the last vestiges of the paint.
"Miss Gavin," she said confidentially. She knew that he was as compromised as Miss Gavin was, so that he could never use the information against her, and anyway, since he had seemed like such a nice guy, she wanted to tell him to show that she wasn't holding any secrets back.
By now the nipples and the cunt were completely free of any paint, but he kept rubbing her there anyway, and the result was that both of them were starting to get pretty damn cranked up again.
"Do you have to be home yet, or do we have time to do something else nice together?" he asked.
"If we're quick it'll be okay. I wouldn't want mommy to worry!"
"Okay, then, we don't have time to thrash around on the table, so let's just go to work on each other's meat and see how fast we can get each other off."
Since his hand was already down there, he just had to continue working away with it, but as a new wrinkle, he kept alternating hands, putting one under the faucet just before replacing the other and with it, as if he were still washing the cunt. And to make it all the kinkier, he was alternating hot and cold water, too, so that at one moment her little cunt would feel all warm, and at the next, it would be giving delicious little shudders with the cold, while the little girl gasped in delight at the sexy love-play.
As for her, she already had her hand on his prick, and was rubbing it in long, hard strokes squeezing and pulling so that ring after ring of pleasure seemed to burn up it into his balls.
Slop! slop! slop! The strange water-feel went on, with MacFaddy pretending that he was washing her cunt.
"We want you to be a nice clean little girl, don't we," he asked playfully.
She giggled at that while the hand stroked away with the alternating hot and cold water mingling with the cunt juices that were flowing from her little hole. He slid a wet finger up her cunt, and said, "Now, we don't want any nasty male spunk up there, do we?"
"Oh, Mr. MacFaddy," she giggled. "You know that there's nothing nasty about male spunk. I wish I could have it up my cunt all the time!"
"When you get just a tiny bit older, Emily, I assure you that you would find it extremely inconvenient to always have male spunk in your twat."
She was a bright child, and knew exactly what he was talking about. It made her feel very sexy to think about how it wouldn't be too long before she was capable of engendering babies.
MacFaddy's hand prodded and poked and pulled away at the little cunt in the most teasing and tantalizing fashion. MacFaddy was something of a swinger, and he had had plenty of chance to practice his techniques in manipulation on older girls, though he had to admit that it was twice as much fun on this cute little mouse.
He understood perfectly what a girl wants down there, namely variety. At one moment he would be parting the labia with his fingers, at another, pinching them shut. One instant he would be as tender as could be, and at another, he would be giving slightly painful little jabs that were no less delicious for the fact that they were painful. His finger would slide into the cunt, as far as it could go, and then it would press out insistently against the cuntwalls, so that little Emily shuddered with the pleasure that he was giving her.
Most of all, he knew how to handle clit. He started off with quite a bit of attention to the tiny fun-button, and then, as it got more and more worked up, he eased off it a bit, both to keep the child from coming too soon, and because he wanted her to feel the tense longing to be touched there again, for if handled properly, sexual deprivation and frustration can be sexy indeed.
But now, her eager squeezes had him good and tense, and he could tell by the feel in his prick that it wouldn't be too long till it was blasting off. So now, gradually, he started bringing the clit back into action more and more, so that the little girl could hardly stand the alternation of hot and cold water, and the alternation of gentle and not-so-gentle squeezes on her button.
She was fantastic herself though, for a child who was only eleven. She had had practice with Officer Yancy, a fact which MacFaddy didn't know, but it wasn't really practice beating a man off, though of course she had certainly felt the traffic cop's prick.
She understood perfectly how to "play" a man, and apparently understood it by instinct. She would build the pressure up until it was thoroughly unbearable, and then she would slack off a bit. But when she slacked off, that didn't just mean leaving the swollen cock alone. It meant doing something nice with it like batting it gently from side to side with her fingers, or tickling and playing with the balls. And then, she would somehow sense that she could go back to work, and once again he would feel the insistent pressure, the soft squeezing that was made all the more sexy by the fact that the hand was only half the size of that of a grown woman.
He was about to come now, he knew it, and he also knew that she was not far from her blast off too, for a woman gets a certain kind of special tension in her body that warns the man when she's about to rip off.
He gave the clit a hard little pinch, and that set the child off as suddenly as a light goes on when one flips a switch. And it was a good thing, too, for he felt the final tensing in his balls and cock, and then the big rod was spurting forth its load in big, creamy gobs that shot into the air and came down mostly on her hand.
There was something incredibly sexy about the feeling of the girl coming on his hand, which he kept rammed up in there right against the pussy, while he spasmed himself, his prick giving pulse after pulse in order to send his maleness shooting clear.
"Emily," he gasped, as the last drop dribbled down his now-softening prick, "that was really a hell of a lot of fun. I know that you're in love with Miss Gavin, but would you like to think over having some fun with me from time to time?"
One thing was sure, and that was that after this first tantalizing pedophilic experience, he sure wasn't about to give up on sex with little girls, and it would be a lot safer with someone like Emily, who was already willing, than it would be to try and seduce some little girl whom he didn't know was really all that keen.
"Sure, Mr. MacFaddy, as long as Miss Gavin doesn't mind, for of course it's wrong to cheat on someone when you're in love," she said, licking the spunk off her hand.
And by this time Miss Gavin had gotten liberal minded enough not to mind a bit.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Officer Yancy had really been grinding his teeth for the past five days, for for all that time he had not had a chance to fire his male load into Melanie's hot little twat.
The reason was simple enough. The moment that Melanie had so long waited for had finally arrived, and she was having her first period. Now there are some couples who see nothing wrong with engaging in sex during the woman's period, but out on the vacant lot, with no bathroom facilities and so forth, it had just seemed too complicated. So they had decided to wait.
Of course, Melanie was terribly excited, and so was little Emily. Emily hadn't had her menacle yet, and it was a tribute both to how much the experience of seducing a grown man had steadied her self-confidence, and her friendship for Melanie, that she was unable to feel anything but happiness for her little friend, who having been fucked, and having had her first period, could now be said to be a woman in every sense of the term.
Yancy was very happy for the little girl, since he knew how much all of this meant to her, but he was a trifle sad, too, for he could see how in, say, three or at the most four years, his love for the little girl would start to wane, as she came to more and more resemble a regular full-grown woman.
But it was sure as hell strong enough now, and the knowledge that his little lover was going through such an important event in her life made him feel incredibly close to her, and incredibly protective.
They would walk back from the school, and when they passed the vacant lot, she would look at him with tender eyes as if to say, "Not yet, darling, but soon."
The trouble was that he had gotten so used to a regular diet of sex from the little girl that he was finding it really difficult to do without, and the thought that he would have to undergo this deprivation from now on on a regular monthly basis irritated him almost as much as the thought of Melanie's budding womanhood fascinated and attracted him.
He would have tried to make do with Emily, but the trouble was that she just wasn't that available any more.
Two days a week, as he knew from Melanie, she would be being fucked by the art teacher, MacFaddy, all with the consent of Linda, who knew that she was basically a normal little girl, and that she needed prick. Had the child not seduced MacFaddy, she presumably would have gotten this prick off of him, but as it was, she now felt a certain responsibility towards the art teacher, for her conscience was still not completely reassured on the "using" angle. The rest of the time she was with Linda at the vacant lot.
Now Linda didn't mind some swapping fun, as long as there were enough people to swap, so that no one would be left out in the cold. But with Melanie temporarily out of action, that only left three of them, which wasn't enough. Of course there were various three-way techniques known to man, but it still would have made things more complicated, and anyway, he hated to present himself as a sort of sexual beggar coming cutting in on someone else's stock of sex.
So he just kicked his heels and was snappy with all the kids who spoke to him in the morning. It was hard for him not to be snappy with Melanie. And what made this all the worse was the fact that as this was Melanie's first period, he had no way of guessing how long it might last.
And then, on the fifth day, little Melanie came skipping up to him as the torrent of kids poured out of the school at the end of the day, and said, "Officer Yancy, I'm all set if you are."
Was he! Boy! just the mention of the fact that she was ready for action again, combined with the sight of her delicate feminine little face as she looked up at him with a "fuck-me" expression on it (for she had missed his prick just as much as he had missed her cunt, although she was very excited about her first period) was enough to cause his prick to swell up and make an embarrassing lump underneath his pants. Well, actually, it wasn't really embarrassing, for he felt so happy at the prospect of getting back inside Melanie that he didn't care who knew about their love, or what happened to them.
Of course, they walked along at an almost-running pace until they got to the vacant lot that was in a sense their spot of ground, while all the time, Henry's prick got bigger and bigger, and more and more furious and eager, so that he really started to wonder how the hell he was ever going to hold out until he managed to get his gun inside his little girlfriend.
At the fucking ground they found Emily and Linda, who were just starting to get into the act. Emily had her arms around the older female, and was kissing her, and Linda's bra had somehow disappeared, so that in fact Emily's body could relish the feel of the soft globes and particularly of the hard and furious nipples.
"Hi, Linda, Emily," Melanie said cheerily, but it was perfectly obvious that she was in a real panic to get her clothes off and get Officer Yancy's prick into her soft wet cunt.
"Hi, Melanie," the two others chorused, and then Linda added, "and congratulations!" There was no need for Emily to do any congratulating, for she and Melanie had already discussed the mystery of Melanie's first period at great length, and Emily had already offered her perfectly sincere congratulations.
Henry was fumbling with his pants now, while Melanie was tugging away at her cotton dress. Normally, both of them preferred to undress each other, but now their frantic need for each other's sex organs was such that there could really be no question about wasting time. Waiting may be the best part of sex, sometimes, but there are limits to everything.
Then, they were both naked, and little Melanie's eyes opened wide as she got a glimpse of Officer Yancy's prick, which was now as hard as iron, and just trembling with eagerness to get into the soft pink recesses of her cunt.
His lips met hers, and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. But great though kissing usually is, there are times when it just isn't enough, when what is needed is the feeling of sleek cock-skin sliding up and down in a warm, wet cunt, to the rhythm of a pair of grinding pelvises. As Melanie and Henry both embraced, his cock got caught up between them, so that it was crushed between their bodies, and as both of them felt the hard shaft between them, both of them realized how much they wanted it to be inside of Melanie's delicate little body.
While waiting out his little girlfriend's first period, Henry had spent a good bit of his time wondering how they should celebrate, that is to say, which position they should use, and so forth. But now, their boiling, randy fuck-need was such that they realized that no fancy stuff could possibly satisfy them. What they needed was simply the explosive release of a come, the feeling of male shudders and female shudders joining together as the come of a forty year old man mixes with the juice of an eleven year old little woman! So he threw her down almost roughly and climbed into the driver's seat.
Man, was she ready for it. After five days without prick, and those were five days of feeling particularly feminine and hence particularly passive, she wanted to feel herself penetrated, violated, like nobody's business, and so she sighed as she spread her legs, and opened her private little hole to receive the furious onslaught that was coming.
He spent just a split second enjoying the sight of the spread thighs, the pink labia, and the dark little hole with its driblets of dripping pussy juice. Then, he thrust his meat in.
His earlier experience with Melanie had taught him that just because a girl is a trifle young, say eleven, it doesn't mean that her twat isn't ready for randy male prick or the pulsating come that it wants to have, so this time he was able to be a trifle more vigorous with his attack, and not worry quite so much about being careful with the little maiden.
And she liked that just fine for as she felt the hard male knob sliding between her labia, felt the strength and insistence of a male organ and of male loins that simply refused to be denied, she sighed at the thought of the wonderful, irresponsible, passive role which women were allowed to enjoy. The past five days without the meat of Officer Yancy had not been easy, but at the same time it felt like they were worth it, for they had gotten him so fucking worked up that he was a real lion, a real powerhouse, a furious-for-a-come dick that was frantic with its craving to feel a woman's body around it as it fired it's gooey wad into her.
IN! the prick went, and then OUT! it yanked. All the tenderness was still there, for nothing could possibly change the love which the two of them felt for one another, but at the same time, in Officer Yancy's case the gentleness was marked by a new aggresivity too.
IN! OUT! IN! OUT! That felt heavenly between her legs, that furious bucking and heaving of a horny man reaching towards a blastoff. The sliding of the cock in her sopping little cunt was great, of course, but that wasn't all. There was just the feeling of his being totally in control.
IN! OUT! IN! OUT! cock sliding against cunt, skin to skin, but lubricated by the passion of the woman's pussy, for in this case, little Melanie felt so damn wet that any petroleum jelly or other lubricant would have seemed totally out of place.
Their muscles tensed, their teeth grated, and it seemed as if every nerve in their bodies were tensing for the frantic release that they both craved. For little Melanie, it seemed as if her little cunt had already dissolved into some sort of sugar-water, as the tormented thing felt the pressure of the randy and anxious prick. Meanwhile, Henry's rod seemed to be swollen to twice its size, and as the big thing worked inside of her, Melanie could swear that she felt it pulsing with its eagerness to deliver its load of come right on schedule.
IN! OUT! IN! OUT! As the two bodies heaved against each other, with the middle aged man really slamming it to the young girl whose body he had penetrated, both of the lovers felt themselves being wound tighter and tighter, until it seemed that one more good heave would bust the spring. But in fact it didn't, and as heave succeeded to heave, it seemed for a dreadful moment that the spring would never bust, and that they would just get wound tighter and tighter without anything ever releasing them from their incredible fiery come-want.
Then, all of a sudden, both of them realized that they were almost there. Both of them were gasping like fish out of water, and both of them felt a special sort of tension in their bodies, a sort of realization that the torture simply couldn't go on, that it must resolve itself in the spasms of a come.
A long second at the very top of the roller coaster, with prick and cock together quivering with eagerness for that final stroke. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, he rammed the prick in one last time into the agonized little box. As the meat slid on the cuntflesh, both of them could feel the pleasure building to the bursting point, and then all of a sudden, the bubble burst and the two of them were slamming off together with his stiff dick firing in heavy, even spurts into the recesses of her cunt. It felt incredibly, unimaginably good to feel the ball juice spurt through his rod, jump out of the pisshole and squirt against the inside of his little lover's twat. It all made him feel incredibly sexy and masculine.
Certainly, she couldn't have felt more feminine, what with the way in which her whole little body shook, and the way in which her cunt seemed to try and almost clutch the bubbling cock, as if it wanted somehow to hold onto it and to retain it, so that it couldn't escape, but would have to always remain in her cunt, filling the soft organ out to its proper distended shape.
What a come, with its perfect unison and the feeling between the two lovers of the perfect unity of their bodies!
"OHHH! OH NO! NO! NO!!" she gasped as the waves of pleasure sloshed over her. By the "no" she didn't mean that she wished that things were happening differently, for only a fool could possibly wish that at such an ecstatic moment of cock-cunt-union. What she meant was simply that the pleasure of feeling her middle-aged lover's prick vibrating and coming in her cunt was so delightful that she could hardly bear the thought of it.
At last they had both ridden the spasms out, and could just lay there in that blissful moment of post-come bliss, when all the muscles are relaxed, and when the whole body just seems drained of its energy.
Of course, each of them still had the energy to give gentle kisses to one another, but that really represented about the limit in many ways.
Meanwhile, as this tender scene of re-union was going on, little Emily and Linda were having a really royal bang-off, a sort of super sixty-nine in which they had managed to prolong the moment of final pleasure and release to the point where they had hardly even been able to breathe, so that when the bang-off had finally come, it had felt as if they had more or less permanently broken their bodies, so intense had the spasms been.
With both couples finished at once for the moment, it was quite inevitable that they should spend some time chatting together, as they sat around on the old refrigerator and on the crabgrass, stark naked, with the pussy-fluid still dribbling down the girls' legs, and with the come still dripping from Henry's cock, and spinning long, fine spider-web type threads as it dropped off. They felt no shame at their nakedness, nor at the sexual pleasure that they had just felt, for they had managed to lose a good part of their ridiculous puritan inhibitions. Or rather, Henry and particularly Linda had managed to lose a good part of theirs. Thanks to the incredible luck that Emily and Melanie had had in getting hooked up with a couple of understanding pedophiles, there was every chance in the world that Emily and Melanie would never develop the ridiculous fears and frustrations which trouble all other people when they try to have a bit of sexual fun.
"How about some four way action?" Henry suggested, for he had come to rather like Linda, and anyway, both of them had fucked in common on this vacant lot for so long that somehow a fuck which would involve all the members of the little club seemed like it would be in order.
The only trouble was that it was hard to think of a position which could be shared by three women and a man. Not merely hard, in fact, but impossible.
"That doesn't look like it'll pan out, for anatomical reasons," Linda said. "I mean, we girls are just built to play a sort of passive role, and that's all that there is to it. Why don't we just all switch around, for a change, back like we used to do?"
The idea struck everyone as pretty good, so it was to be Melanie and Linda, and Henry and Emily.
"Emily, how would you like to learn a new and semi-jazzy sort of way of screwing?"
The eager expression on the girl's face before she even had a chance of answering showed clearly enough what a splendid idea she thought that was.
"It's called 'top-riding'," he said "and this is how it's done." And in a few words he outlined the position, for he felt that since women were such naturally intelligent and inventive creatures, it was only reasonable that he allow the girl a chance to try out some of her own ideas on his prick.
He lay down on the grass, and the little girl started to sit on his prick. She had a knee resting on either side of his body, and as she worked her way down, it was plain that the whole name of the game was getting that prick of his inside her body.
He held the rod stiff and upright, and indeed it was slightly painful to have to keep the thing bent up like that, but he certainly didn't mind. Already, he felt the softness and the moisture of her little cunt around the tip of his knob. Then, down she started to slide, with the most impish expression on her face that one could possibly imagine.
Top-riding is not necessarily an easy position for anyone to do, particularly a girl of eleven, but from the time that he had spent with both Melanie and Emily, Officer Yancy had come to realize that these were very special children indeed, and that there were all sorts of things that they could be trusted to understand, particularly about sex, which one would have really thought beyond the grasp of girls so little.
But with the ease of a pro, though with an innocent giggle, too, which no pro would have used, the little angel slid herself slowly down on Henry's prick, gorging herself with the hard meat, smiling and feeling incredibly feminine as the empty space in her body was distended and made ready for use by the presence of a dick, the only thing that can transform the flat cunt into the wonderful tube that it is.
Meanwhile, Melanie and Linda certainly weren't letting any grass grow under their feet. It was Melanie in particular who was the real driving force in the fuck, for just as she had had to do without prick for the last five days, so she had gotten no cunt either, and being a normal, healthy young girl, she was desperate for both. Henry had satisfied her need for prick, at least for the time being, but the pleasure that she had had the last time she had sixty-nined Linda had been so glowing and intense that she was more than eager for some lesbo action. Like many girls, she tended to compartmentalize her life, with the result that her having just received a delicious heterosexual bang-off from a guy whom she loved did not in any way effect the craving that she had to have some soft, yielding labia against her tongue, or a chance to lap up the drops of pussy fluid.
The girls had started with a kiss, of course, but having already sixty-nined each other, and in consequence being free of any ridiculous false modesty on the subject of each other's cravings, they had gone on to more serious things than kissing almost right away, and by now, they had their faces buried in each other's twats, while their tongues licked frantically away at one another.
Meanwhile, little Emily was having the time of her life. She was a very feminine little girl, and in consequence had nothing at all against playing the passive role in sex, but there was something genuinely exhilarating and exciting about this new task that she had.
Up, down, up, down, she went, and with every stroke, whether it was an upstroke or a downstroke, she could feel the muscles in her legs pull in the most tantalizing way, and could feel the frantic eagerness of the prick as it poked and prodded inside her pink girlish pudding.
UP! DOWN! UP! DOWN! She was really getting pretty damned charged up, and her strokes were coming faster and faster now, though of course not with anything like the fury of a man when he is bucking to a come with his rod as it trembles in anticipation of firing large, gooey gobs into a feminine hole. And that was because she was thoroughly feminine, even though she was only eleven, and was making no effort whatever to be any sort of little imitation man.
He felt the contraction of his balls under the root of his prick, felt himself tensing, as still the incredibly tantalizing, teasing motion continued.
UP! DOWN! UP! DOWN! He was gasping for breath at the thought of lying there completely passive and helpless, while an eleven year old child struggled to give him the maximum amount of pleasure which it was possible for a soft, wet, little cunt to give to a hard, rampant prick.
She felt herself tensing too, and knew that it was coming, which was no surprise, for judging from the way in which her motions had brought the super-tender labia rubbing and chafing against the even more sensitive clit, it was almost strange that the girl hadn't blasted off already.
Then, wham! wham! wham! They were blasting off together, with her feeling the hard pole quiver its load and shoot it straight up into her like some sort of rocket, as her little pelvis ground and shook against the shuddering male body underneath her.
And Melanie and Linda had gotten it off too. That had all worked out fine from the word go, when Linda had had a chance to smell the girl smell that penetrated Melanie's cunt for the first time now that she had become a woman in every sense of the word. Her own tongue had reached out and slid along Melanie's glistening labia, while Melanie had concentrated on the deep hole itself, and she had slid her tongue down into the mysterious feminine recesses.
At that rate, of course, it doesn't take too long for a couple of healthy females to get themselves to where they want to go, and so in not too long, both women felt the shuddering of the other cunt, and frantically licked at the cunt juice while the soft mounds in front of them heaved and bucked against their faces.
Finally, when it was over, the two couples glanced at each other, and there was something very special about the way in which Melanie and Emily glanced at one another. They had each had a great come, but they were both in love, and that was why they really wanted their next come to be with their respective lovers, Emily with Linda and Melanie with Henry, for they had figured out that when two people are going to tease and torment each other's bodies until they are coming in a great gasping spasm, a Utile love beats every other trick in the book!
CHAPTER NINE
It was only one weekend, soon in the future, that Melanie and Henry could realize the full extent of their love. It was the weekend that Melanie's parents went out of town for the weekend, and left Melanie alone for the first time.
Of course, Melanie was excited about the prospect of being able to stay with Henry for a whole weekend. Playing house with him was something she really craved, and as soon as she heard that her parents would be going away, she started planning the menus and the activities for her little fiesta.
When she told Henry about the time alone, he, too, was quite excited. Their love for one another had blossomed and developed over the time they had already spent together, and they knew that this weekend alone could be the climax of their experiences with one another.
Melanie knew that it would be quite a weekend, and her plans were numerous. She had decided that Friday night, after her parents left, she would fix a tremendous, orgiastic dinner for herself and Henry. Let's see, she thought to herself, I'll have fresh fruits, and cheeses, and I'll buy lots of fresh, soft bread, and some good meat, too. Yes, meat would be perfect. She could see it now. She know how to cook steaks perfectly and she would do them just right that night for herself and Henry.
She would cook them until they were just pinky-red in the middle. That was the way they were best. Drippy and soft, steaming and pink. That was the way she liked her meat.
And the fat, too. Yes, Melanie loved to chew on the soft, succulent fat. Oh! just planning for this meal was going to drive her crazy. She could hardly wait till Friday night.
Henry was excited, too. He loved steaks, and he could also hardly wait to get his own meat cooked, in addition to the steer's.
Melanie thought Friday would never come, but she was wrong. It did, and her parents left the house gaily and confidently, sure that Melanie would be able to take care of herself. They couldn't have been lighter. She was not only able to care for herself, she was able to care for Henry, too. If her parents had only known the degree of their relationship, they would have thrown a shit-fit, just thinking about it.
But they didn't know, thank goodness, and as Melanie consoled herself, what they didn't know about wouldn't hurt them. You see, in addition to steaks, Melanie had an affinity for cliches.
After they left the house, Melanie ran right out to the grocery store and picked up everything she needed for her fabulous meal. When she got home, she dumped all her packages in the kitchen, and began preparing the food. Nothing except the steaks needed cooking, so she just lay them out on a pan and put them in the refrigerator, until Henry came. The cheese and bread and fruit she put out on various platters, all very pretty, she thought, and then Melanie ran upstairs to take a bath. She wanted to be fresh and clean when Henry arrived.
She drew a tubful of warm water, and stripped off her clothes. Looking in the full-length mirror just before she stepped into the tub, Melanie admired her body, and imagined that it would be even more beautiful when she began going through puberty, when she started developing breasts and curves. Still, she loved the feel of her soft skin, and when she stepped into the bathtub, the tingle of water on her skin made her shiver and tingle.
Sitting in the water, Melanie lay back in the tub and let the water slip over her body, first up to her calves, and then up to her crotch and waist. Finally, she let the water cover her entirely up to the neck, and the sensation was beautiful.
Melanie fingered her chest, and raised the nipples off her body until they were firm and hard. She then let her hands slip down and rub over the firm, soft skin of her stomach and her groin. Her cunt was already hungry for Henry's big hot prick, and she wanted to feel it inside her. She knew she would have to wait for awhile, because he wasn't due for awhile, yet, but it didn't stop her from thinking about him. She imagined his big red pecker, all hard and hot, getting ready to enter her little body. She adored the squeezing, ramming feeling of the pecker inside her tight canal.
Melanie's finger wandered down to her clit, and rubbed it gently while the little waves of water splashed up around it. There was nothing quite like masturbating in the bathtub. It had it's own special joys. Like the sucking sound of the water, sloshing in and out of your cunt when you poked around between the soft folds of stuff. And the way, when you had an orgasm, the cream mixed with the water and milked it up. Melanie just loved it.
Her finger worked faster and faster down on her clit, until she could feel the waves of heat rising in her body and centering down in her cunt. Her hips began gyrating slowly, and then humping up and down rapidly, twisting and writhing in the water and raising waves of sloshy tub-water that spilled out over the edges onto the floor.
Her hips humped up and down wildly until she finally stiffened and felt the joy of her orgasm rush through her body and let the cream come oozing out of her cunt.
Then Melanie washed herself all around, and stood up, turning on the shower and letting the hard rays ram down on her soft skin. It felt good.
Afterwards, she dried off with a soft, warm towel that she had left sitting on the heater in the bathroom, and rushed into her room. It wasn't long before Henry would arrive and she wanted to be ready. She had something special to wear for the occasion, and she knew it would be absolutely perfect.
It was a light green and gold toga, and Melanie wrapped it around herself, hitching up the one hook on the shoulder, and admiring herself in the mirror. It was a beautiful color of green, and she knew that Henry would like it.
She walked downstairs slowly, just as the doorbell rang, and when she opened it to Henry, he just stared for awhile at the beauty of the young girl who was his, and his alone.
"You look beautiful," he whispered, taking Melanie in his arms and holding her close to his warm, strong body. "You look absolutely stunning."
Melanie looked up at him and smiled. "It's all for you, my darling, darling Henry," she said. "I did it especially for you. And I have a fantastic dinner planned for us, too."
"That's wonderful, baby," said Henry.
He looked at her intensely.
"I'm absolutely starving."
'Did you have a hard day, darling?" said Melanie, walking arm in arm with Henry towards the kitchen.
"Yeah, a real tough day at the schoolyard!" he laughed, squeezing Melanie tightly. "What's for dinner?"
"Steak. And nice, soft bread, the way you like it, and some cheeses, and fruit."
"Sounds great. Let me help bring the stuff to the table."
"Okay," said Melanie, "and while you do that, I'll put the steaks on."
Melanie watched Henry's form as he carried a couple of the platters to the table. It was supple and yet hard, and Melanie started salivating just looking at it, and thinking about it naked, pressing against her own naked body.
When they sat down at the table, Henry smiled across at Melanie. "I can't wait till after dinner," he said.
"Oh?" teased Melanie. "Why is that?"
"Oh, baby, you know," chuckled Henry.
"I've been waiting for this day for two weeks."
"So have I, darling," whispered Melanie, reaching across the table and touching Henry's hand.
"Yeah," said Henry. "This steak is good, but you know what I really want?"
"What do you want, sweet Henry of mine?" laughed the teasing little Melanie.
"I want to lap up that sweet little cunt of yours," said Henry. "What do you think of that?"
"I think that's pretty good," laughed Melanie again, spreading her legs underneath the table so that the heat that was gathering in her cunt could spread out into the air.
Dinner was over before they knew it, and Melanie and Henry retired upstairs to the bedroom. As they walked into the room, Henry grabbed Melanie and pressed her closely to him, and unhooked the one hook that held her toga together. They both smiled, as it slipped from Melanie's soft shoulders to the ground.
It lay in a heap of swirling, soft cloth at her ankles, and Henry lifted her up, so that her feet came out of it easily when she rose to meet his body. Their lips met, and pressed against one another's hotly, their tongues searching in the deep darkness of their mouths.
As Henry held Melanie up to his body, he rubbed one hand up and down her soft, curving back and buttocks, carressing and pinching the flesh that would soon be totally his own.
He set her down on the floor so that he could remove his own clothing, and when he had done so, they walked to the bed together and lay down, side by side.
"Oh, Melanie," sighed Henry, growing hot and hard already, "I only want you, for the rest of my life."
"Me, too, Henry," whispered Melanie, stretching her body along his so that their hot flesh met and burned together.
They embraced and once more, their hungry lips joined and melted together. Henry encircled Melanie's body with his long, strong arms, and held her closely in towards himself, so that he could fully feel the tenderness of the warmth of her body. It was something he would never take for granted. He was sure of that.
He rolled her over on her back and decided that he would like to give her a good old-fashioned fuck, for a change. He lay on top of her, and his groin searched out hers, and when it found its mark, rubbed hard against the little pink area.
Henry's rod was stiff and ready for fucking. He knew it, and Melanie knew it, and they both knew the other knew it. Melanie squirmed underneath Henry and opened her legs to his prodding prick. She wanted it inside her as much as he wanted to put it in. That was clear to them both. The only thing that remained was for them both to accomplish their desires. And not a minute passed by before they did.
Henry sunk his prick into Melanie's hole first one inch, then two, then three, and so on, until the full length of the rod was embedded in Melanie's cunt, and her muscles were squeezing violently against it in her effort to hold the thickness of it inside.
"Oh, Henry!" she cried, in an instant of pain. "Oh, darling, hold me!"
Henry responded, and grabbed the girl's shoulders. He pressed her even closer to him, and buried his face in her hair. She was his delight, and all his joy. She was the extreme degree of pleasure to him. Nothing could beat putting his prick into her cunt and fucking the hell out of them both. There was nothing like it in the whole world. That's what Henry firmly believed.
His hips rammed down on the young girl's own, and pressed his prick even more deeply into the growing cunt. Her hips rose up to meet his, and with every thrust, they established the rhythm of passion that would carry them to the ecstasy of orgasm.
Melanie was becoming wild. Her head was thrashing back and forth on the pillow, and Henry couldn't even hold it still with the power of his large hands. Her trunk and hips were gyrating wildly, pounding up and down in the air and on the mattress. The sweat poured off her face and down her chest, melting her body into Henry's as they searched for the perfect climax.
Henry kept pounding down, determined to come within another moment.
In the next instant, he did come, and so did Melanie Her hips thrashed and tossed in the wildness of her orgasm, and Henry's white cream came bursting out of his balls, flying into the little cunt as if it were a catch-all for all of his gallons of passion.
They didn't stop. The orgasm went on and on, until both members of the pair were totally exhausted, and couldn't move any more. They lay on the bed, red and sweaty from their efforts.
"Oh, darling," whispered Henry. 'That was the best fuck in the world."
"I know, baby," said Melanie, kissing his ear, "I've never had better."
"Let's do it again, baby," said Henry. "I can hardly wait to get my prick up you once more."
"You mean you're already hard again?" laughed Melanie, looking down at Henry's cock. Sure enough, the big piece of flesh was filling with blood, even though it was still creamy from its last experience.
"Oh, Henry!" pleaded Melanie. "Let me suck it! I want to get my lips all wet and juicy on that delicious creamy stuff that's all over your cock."
She took the growing piece of meat in her hands and stuffed it in her mouth, without another word. The white come was sticky all over her lips, and she smacked her lips as she tasted its sweetness.
Within three minutes, Melanie had Henry humping wildly, in search of another orgasm. He grabbed her head and pulled it down into his crotch, and she responded by biting down even harder on the piece of flesh.
In an instant, the cream-a second load-full-came jetting out of Henry's prick, this time into Melanie's hungry, sucking, turbulent mouth.
It was climax again for the loving couple. And that was the way they spent the weekend, and perhaps the way they would spend the rest of their lives. Riding from climax to climax in a fulfillment of their very special love.
