Sam Watson is a low level member of a secret child loving organization,
known only as The Society.  Until now he has only communicated with a high
level Society member friend, known only as Mr.  B on the organizations web
site, along with Mr.  B's preteen adopted lover known only as Cunt.  After
Sam's young preteen ex girlfriend Sara moves away, he wonders out looking
for a new girl to take her place.  In this half of the story, he has a
chance encounter with a new girl.  Story codes, ped, m g11, oral.



   Sam, Lyla And The Society.

   Chapter One: A Walk In The Park

   Sam and his two year old black Cocker spaniel named Blossom spend a lot
of time walking the local neighborhood park and streets alone, looking for
a girl to take Sara's place.  But so far, each girl he meets can't compare
to Sara.  Today he's just about to leave the park, as it's getting late. 
Apparently all of the usual girls he's met at the park have gone home.  He
whispers to his dog as they walk back towards the sidewalk that will
eventually lead him back to his modest; old but well kept remodeled
Victorian home.

   "Well Blossom looks like we go home alone.  I'll give you a rawhide bone
to chew on then I'll go online and see if my friends in the society posted
any new pictures or videos of pretty young things doing nasty deeds for
their boyfriends,maybe that'll get my mind off Sara." Blossom suddenly
barks at someone coming up the street on a bicycle.  Sam's heartbeat
quickened, as his eyes fall upon a beautiful sight.  It's a young girl
riding her pink bike toward them.

   The girl looks to be at least ten or eleven, she's wearing her naturally
curly brown hair cut shoulder length.  Her eyes are hazel brown, she's
smiling showing off a set of cute dimples.  It's late June, she's dressed
in a snug fitting blue tank top over a short floral print skirt, white
tennis shoes with pink laces.  She speaks as she stops her bike next to him
and his dog.

   "Hi, does your cute little doggy bite?  Can I pet him?" she says
sounding unsure if she should try, knowing even cute puppies like his dog
bite from time to time.  She doesn't know his cocker spaniel loves young
girls almost as much as her master does.  Sam feels the same feelings he
had when he met Sara, he opens up his charming personality, wanting this
sweet curly haired brunet to be his next girlfriend.

   "Oh sure, go right ahead.  Don't worry sweetheart, the only thing
Blossom bites is her favorite toy." He flashes a charming smile, observing
this cute girl from head to toe.  Her floral print skirt hikes up as she
climbs from her bike, briefly exposing the crotch of her pink panties: His
favorite color for girls panties of course.

   "So sweetheart, are you the new girl on the block.  I don't think I've
seen you around here before today."

   The girl knelt down to pet Blossom, he did the same.  His eyes catch
another glimpse of her panties.  She giggles before answering his question,
because Blossom stuck her cold nose between her legs.  He thinks to
himself, how lucky his dog is, she can get away with what he longs to do
with this beautiful curly haired girl.  She regained her composure,
answering his question.

   "Yes,mom and I moved in two days ago.  We finally got our beds and stuff
set up.  Now she's taking a nap,so I decided to go check the park out."

   He notices sadness in her eyes when she looks out over the park, not
seeing anyone around.  Her shoulders slump, she frowns.

   "I guess I'm too late,everyone I saw out here before must've gone home."

   "Hey,don't be sad.There's still some daylight left," he places his hand
on hers, as she's petting his dog.  She looks into his trustful warm brown
eyes.  "Hurry over to the swings I'll push you a few times before it gets
too late."

   She smiles."Oh thanks,that's so nice of you !!" She waste no time
quickly climbing on her bike giving him an eyeful of the sweet treasure
between her legs one more time before riding away towards the empty park
swings.  He has a good feeling, he's just met a good candidate for a
girlfriend, he whispers quietly to his dog following her to the swing sets.

   "Come on Blossom,lets go find out what this vision of beauty's name
is.With any luck,I'll be sticking my nose between her legs next."

   At the swings he helps the girl climb on the seat of an empty swing, his
fingertips feel the lumps of her budding breast beneath her tank top.  Not
wanting to scare her, he doesn't let his fingers linger too long, he knows
there'll be time for that later.  In a kind voice he asks.

   "What's your name sweetheart?"

   "My name's Lyla Summers....What's your name?" she said with a smile.

   He pulls the swing back holding onto the chains near her slender hips
then pushes the swing forward.

   "My names Sam Watson,it's very nice to meet you Lyla Summers."

   She giggles with delight as her young body glides out high over the
ground below.

   "Weeeeee.This is so much fun," she exclaims.Her bare legs kick out
helping the swing move back and forth.Sam steps in front of her, hoping to
catch another glimpse of her cameltoe.  She's having so much fun swinging,
she doesn't see where his eyes are looking.  As she swings upward, he
grasps her by the ankles holding her from swinging back.

   "Hey what are you doing?" she giggles.

   "I'm stopping you, so I can ask one more question,"

   She giggles.  "Well what do'ya wanna know Sam?"

   "How old are you, and is your mommy married?"

   Her expression turns sad thinking of the second question.

   "I'm eleven years old, and no she's not married.I don't know who my
daddy is.Mom tells me I'm a mistake,she never wanted to be pregnant with
me."

   What she said made him angry."Your mother's wrong baby.You're absolutely
not a mistake." His reply made her smile,he pulls back on her ankles then
lets her glide backwards.She giggles childishly as her body swung quickly
up,then back towards her new adult friend.

   "I wish you were my daddy," she says.  "Are you married?  Do you have
any kids?"

   He stands with eyes transfixed on her exposed panties.

   "Nope,I'm free and single.My wife divorced me five years ago.We never
had any children."

   What he told her is true; he was married for ten years.  Five years ago
the wind left the sails of their marriage.  He found out his wife was
having an affair, they split, she didn't get a penny of alimony.  His ex
wife made a big mistake, because he became a wealthy man after his mother
died, leaving him the family fortune.  Not wanting to spend his wealth on
an expensive home, he moved into the old Victorian style home he now lives
in.  Lyla stopped swinging, stood quickly then ran towards the monkey bars.

   "Come on Sam help me up on the monkey bars.  I love climbing these
things!" Once again he cops a feel of her breast while lifting her to the
highest bar.  As she makes her way hand over hand across a series of
multiple bars he asked.

   He's completely delighted watching her hook her legs over one of the
bars then turn upside down.  Her floral print skirt flops over her
midsection, exposing what the dress hid underneath.  She knows he's looking
at her exposed panties, but she doesn't seem to care.  Dirty thoughts turn
his cock hard, he finds himself wanting her even more than before.

   He hears Blossom barking at some teenage boys playing baseball in a
fenced in baseball diamond behind them, he calls her and she comes running
back to him, panting and seeming to smile.  He turns his attention back to
Lyla, she's now sitting on top of the monkey bars with her legs spread
wide.

   "Hey sweetheart, it's getting late and I'm hungry.  Would you like to
join me for dinner at my house?"

   She thinks a minute, not sure if she should accept an invitation from a
stranger.  He thinks she'll decline, but to his delight she doesn't.

   "Yeah I'm hungry too.  I know mom didn't go grocery shopping this week,"
she sighs, her shoulders slump once more.  "We don't have anything to eat
at home.  Help me down from here, I'll go have dinner with you.  I bet
mom's still asleep, she sleeps a lot these days.  She'll probably still be
asleep when I get home."

   He helped her down.  "Is your mom sick or something?  Is that why she
sleeps all the time?"

   Lyla sadly replies.  "I guess she is.  She takes lots of medicine, but I
don't know why she never sees a doctor.  Her friend Bobby brings her lots
of pills, but they're not in bottles, they're always in sandwich bags."

   Now he knows why this girl is so sad, her mother is most likely addicted
to pain pills America's new drug of choice.  He took her by the hand, she
smiled happily at him.  "Come on sweetheart, let's go make dinner."

   As they walk, he thinks to himself: I'll be eating your sweet pussy for
desert, I bet you taste sweet as peaches.  Suddenly Blossom brushes against
his leg, disturbing his fantasy.

   "I better put you on a leash, before you get me a fine for running
around the park like a wild dog."

   Lyla helps him hold the rambunctious spaniel while he snaps her leash
back in place.

   "I love your dog Sam.  I've always wanted a dog, but mom always says
no."

   He sneaks a kiss on her cheek, she smiles although surprised by his
sudden show of affection.

   "You come to my house and play with Blossom anytime you want, she loves
pretty little girls like you.  And so do I." he says charmingly.

   Chapter Two: Having Sweet Lyla For Dessert

   Sam's so happy Lyla accepted his invitation.  He began preparing fried
chicken, along with some freshly cooked veggies.  From what she told him
about her drug addicted mother, he knows the poor girl most likely never
eats a very healthy diet.

   "Can I help?" she asks.  "Sure.  There's a bag of mixed salad in the
fridge.  Get that out, throw it in a bowl.  There's a big tomato in the
crisper, get that out, slice it up then add that to the bowl of salad."

   She found the bag of salad and the tomato.  He notices the young girls
confusion as she tries her best to slice the ripe tomato.  She's somewhat
short at least 4'8.  He steps behind her, she's holding the knife in her
right hand.  He places his hand on hers while letting his cock press into
the small of her back, it began growing hard.

   "Here baby, I'll teach you how to slice a tomato." Helping her slice the
tomato he pushes his tingling cock against her warm young back.  "Ah, now
that feels nice doesn't it baby...I mean that's how we slice a nice ripe
tomato."

   He's no rapist; at least not in his mind.  He loves slowly seducing
young girls, and he's very good at it.  He learned the art of seduction a
long time ago, during his teenage years.  It was back then when he
discovered, his fetish for young girls.  His young lover Sara left him six
months ago, for six months he struggled with depression and thoughts of
suicide.  Lyla is just what he needs to quell these thoughts.

   "Sam, can you move back a little.  You're crushing me!" she says
sounding a bit breathless.  He looks down noticing he's forcing his pelvis
into her back a little too hard, and now his cock is almost completely
hard.

   He wants to take this sweet girl to his bedroom, rip her panties off
then fuck her like there's no tomorrow.  He fights his urges, although he
so wants to do what his inner thoughts tell him.  Suddenly he hears grease
in the frying pan sizzling loudly.  He's heating it up for fried chicken,
its sizzling and smoking.  It will definitely catch fire soon, if he
doesn't react now.  He moves away quickly pulling the frying pan from the
burner, joking nervously.  "Whew, its getting hot in here, isn't it
baby?!!"

   About an hour later dinner is ready, but not before he makes his first
move to seduce her.  He lifts her up sitting her on the counter near the
kitchen sink.  She giggles nervously, not expecting her new friend to do
what he did.

   "Can I kiss you ?  Ever since I first saw you riding your bike toward me
this evening I've wanted to kiss those gorgeous lips of yours," he begs. 
"Can I please kiss you?" She smiles shrugging her shoulders, not sure what
to say.

   "You wanna kiss me on the lips, like a boyfriend kisses his girlfriend
kind'a kiss?"

   He laughs.  "Yes you've got that right.  Just like a boyfriend kisses
his girlfriend."

   He slowly brings his lips to hers, she's sitting high enough on the
kitchen counter for a proper kiss.  She's about to speak, but his lips
cover hers quelling her voice.  She feels the warmth of his mouth on hers,
she likes how it feels.  She doesn't know what to do, she lets him show
her. He gently parts his lips, letting the tip of his tongue touch her soft
young lips.  She feels his wet tongue gently licking her lips, it tickles
she pulls away giggling.  "Is that your tongue tickling me?" He laughs
amused at her reaction.  "Yes I'm sorry babe.  I guess you've never had
anyone French kiss you before, have you?"

   "That's a French kiss?" giggle.  "No I've never done that before.  As a
matter of fact, I've never kissed a boy on the lips before."

   "Well I think it's time you learn sweetheart." He gives her a gentle
peck on the lips.  Then instructs her on the proper way to kiss a man.

   "Ok I'm not letting you down to eat dinner until you learn to kiss me
the way I like to be kissed."

   Lowering his lips to hers he speaks letting his lips gently caress hers.
She fights the urge to giggle, but he sounds very serious when he talks.

   "Part your lips, but just a little bit.  When my lips touch yours, stick
your tongue out, but just a little, let your tongue touch mine."

   He kisses her once more.  She opens her mouth, feeling his tongue touch
her lips.  She lets her tongue touch his, she wants to pull away, she knows
she shouldn't kiss a man like this.  But there's something about the gentle
way he kisses her, she just can't pull away, her childish curiosity won't
let her.

   She thinks to herself: Kissing like boyfriend girlfriend, is kind of
fun.

   A warm rush of tingling pleasure flows down her spine, over her erect
nipples and down between her legs.  She's been warned not to touch her
vagina.  When she was very young, her mother slapped her hand away a few
times when she was caught playing with her cunny.  Since that time she's
never touched herself again.

   She feels Sam's finger tips slip under the crotch piece of her panties.
He pushes the tip of his index finger between the soft virgin folds of her
cunt lips.  She can't stop him, she suddenly loses control of her body and
begins pushing into his touch; not away.  She knows what he's doing is
supposed to be bad.  But if it's so bad, why does it feel so good?

   He feels her erotic reaction too.  He breaks away from the taboo kiss,
but keeps fingering her hairless cunt lips.  Now he has about one quarter
inch of a finger tip buried between the folds of her virgin cunt lips.  He
whispers.

   "You like how it feels, don't you baby?  Spread your legs wide for me,
let it happen.  It's not bad, if it feels good, right baby girl?"

   He looks into her half closed hazel brown eyes.

   "Let it happen sweetheart, your body likes the way I'm loving you. 
Please don't move away, just let it happen.  I promise, I have no intention
of ever hurting you."

   The way he spoke made her feel at ease, she spreads her legs wide for
him.  He kneels down on his knees, then pushes the crotch piece of her
panties to one side.  He begins licking and sucking her musky sweet virgin
cunt.  She tastes divine, her sex seems even sweeter then Sara's.

   She doesn't move away.  Her mind says run, but her young body says stay.
He hears her moans of pleasure, hearing her moan he sucks her clit harder.
When she cums, her entire body trembles as he swallows every drop of her
virgin juices.  He stands up folding his arms around her, letting his young
girlfriend's body shiver and shake from feelings of her very first orgasm.
He softly whispers in her ear.

   "Did you like what I just did sweet baby?  It didn't hurt one bit, did
it?"

   Her voice trembles.  "I....think so....But I don't think you should do
it again, it made me feel all funny inside."

   Her reply made him laugh.  "I think you like feeling all funny inside,
just like my ex girlfriend Sara.  She had mixed emotions when I kissed her
cunny like that the first time too."

   He kissed her on the lips then placed his hands under her arms, lifting
her from the kitchen counter.  "Come on, lets eat before dinner gets cold."

   As they eat dinner in silence, he worries maybe he moved too fast when
he kissed her then ate her pussy in the kitchen.  She suddenly breaks the
silence.  "Why did you break up with that girl named Sara?"

   "We broke up, because her mother and step dad moved to Wisconsin."

   "Why didn't she stay with you.  She was a grown-up, right.  She didn't
have to move with her parents?"

   "No Sara's about your age, she had to go with her mom and dad," he said
sadly.

   She looked him over suspiciously.  "Are you a child molester or
something?"

   He expected her to quickly run from his home after asking this question,
but instead of running away she just took another bite of her chicken leg,
waiting for a reply.

   He snickered nervously.  "No baby, I'm not.  I guess if I was to label
myself, I'd call myself a child lover.  As a matter of fact, that's what
all my online friends in The Society call themselves as well."

   "You have child loving friends.  Do they have young girlfriends too?"
she says curiously.

   "Yes sweetheart.  As a matter of fact, just before I met you at the park
I was going home to log on to my favorite web site.  It's a special site
where men like me, and girls as young as you go to chat.  They also post
pictures and videos of themselves having sex."

   "They have sex and let everyone watch," she blushed.  "That's nasty, but
can I see it?  I'm curious.  I didn't know there was a site like that."

   He likes her reaction, its just what he's hoping for.

   "Why sure come on follow me.  I'll log on, but you'll need to close your
eyes when I do.  I have a very secret password, I don't want you to know
what it is, not yet anyway."

   Chapter Three: The Society

   He keeps his computer on an old wooden office desk located in his
bedroom.  As he turns the lights on as they enter the room, she notices
where they are and stops in the doorway, afraid to go any farther.  She
knows bedrooms aren't just for sleeping.

   "Come on in babe, have a seat on the bed.  But close your eyes while I
log in."

   His charming voice makes her feel safe, she sits on the bed and closes
her eyes.

   "Don't open them until I say so, ok."

   She smirks.  "Ok, but this better be worth it buddy!"

   "Oh yes baby, it will be worth it!" his reply sounds slightly sinister.

   He admires the cute young girl with sensual desire before turning away
to log on.  Bringing the site up, he types his password in.  The sites name
comes up in bold black and gold lettering.  Once logged in, several still
pictures, and a few unopened videos appear ready to be opened and enjoyed
by any open minded Society member.

   Lyla stays seated on his bed like a good girl, with her eyes closed
tightly.  He sneaks over gently touching his lips to hers.  He loves
kissing her, the girl's soft warm lips are so addicting, she opens her eyes
complaining.

   "You just wanted to get me in here to kiss me, didn't you Sam."

   "Not entirely sweetheart.  Come over to my computer.  No wait, not yet."

   She watches him open a drawer on the desk, he pulls two masquerade style
mask out.  One mask is surly meant for a girl, it's covered with silver
sparkles, its designed to cover ones face from above the eyes to the bridge
of the nose.  The other mask is his.  It's a black Lone Ranger mask.  He
slipped his mask on exclaiming.  "Hi-yo silver away!"

   She has most likely never heard of the Lone Ranger, but she laughs at
her silly somewhat handsome older friend anyway.  She likes his full head
of salt & pepper grey hair, his kind brown eyes.  And he's tall too, she
likes tall men and boys.  For some reason, even after he charmed her into
letting him lick and suck her cunt, she likes the old perverted guy.  It
all makes her wonder, if what her mother and the teachers at school say
about men like him.  They make them all sound so evil, but she thinks Sam's
definitely not evil: A little strange maybe, but not evil.

   "Put your mask on, our masks will make us anonymous to any unwanted site
invaders.  You'll see everyone who chats using a web cam, wears some kind
of mask.  And hey, its fun right?" He sits and pats his lap.  "Sit here and
get comfortable because you're about to take the ride of your life baby."

   She sits on his lap, looking at his computer screen she sees pictures of
many different young girls, doing so many unspeakable things.  Some
pictures are of girls sucking men's cocks, others are of girls being fucked
in different positions, some are being fucked by multiple partners.  One
picture especially catches her eyes.  There's a pretty strawberry blond
haired girl who looks to be around twelve, she's squatting over a man
reverse cowgirl style.  The man's cock is buried deep within the girls
hairless pussy.

   "Doesn't that hurt her." she asked.  He hugs her steeling a kiss on her
cheek.

   "Nope.  As a matter of fact, that girl's a friend of my friend Mr.  B.
Here use the mouse, click on the image.  Its a video, her name is Cunt."

   Lyla giggles.  "Who names their daughter Cunt, that's a weird name."

   "Her names not really Cunt, that's her online screen name.  I don't know
what her real name is, but I hope to find out someday."

   She clicked on the picture, it quickly down loads.  It has sound, the
girl moans and pants as she rides the faceless adult like a porn star. 
Lyla's watching the video so intently, she doesn't notice Sam slipping his
hand between her legs.  She's sitting on his lap, her legs are spread.  She
feels his finger pushing the crotch of her panties aside.  "Hey what are
you doing!" she complains gigging at the same time.

   He doesn't pull his fingers away, he just whispers to her.

   "Shhh baby girl.  Don't worry about what I'm doing, just spread your
pretty legs and enjoy."

   His voice relaxes her once more, she spreads wider letting his finger go
deeper.  Her body shivers from a small orgasm, she likes the feeling of his
finger tips, as they press against her sensitive young clit in a circular
motion.

   "You like how this feels, don't you baby girl?....Mmm your cunnies
getting so wet!"

   His fingers rotated quickly over her sensitive clit.  She replies
breathlessly.  "Yesss...I do...like it." His hard cock tingles seeing the
sex scene on the computer screen has changed.  Now Cunt is sitting nude on
the edge of a bed, she's sucking her lovers cock.  Her own pussy juice
glimmers from the mans cock shaft.  "Suck it Cunt,' says Mr.  B.  The
online girl's lover.

   "Can I teach you, to do that to me sweetheart.  I love giving you
pleasure, but my penis needs attention too."

   She stammers.  "You...want me to put your thing in my mouth?  I don't
know If can do that."

   Her hazel eyes show worry, his fingertips make her young pussy tingle so
nice.  Teaching her, if she receives pleasure, she should give pleasure.

   "Please suck me, just like she's doing him.  Please baby girl, I need my
cock sucked.  Please!!" She looks into his sad brown eyes.

   "Ok I'll do it." Her sweet voice quivers nervously.  "Please don't hurt
me."

   He explains reassuringly.  "I have no intention of hurting you baby. 
Don't worry, I think you'll enjoy giving me pleasure," he kisses her.  "I
also want my friends to watch you suck me.  I'm going to stream it on the
web-cam while you do me.  Now stand up, I need to take my pants off." When
she stands up her knees feel weak.

   "Take your clothes off too sweetheart.  Get naked just like all those
pretty girls on the web site.  All my friends are going to love you,
because you're so damn pretty."

   She feels as if she's under some kind of strange spell, without thinking
she lets him remove her blue tank top.  He kneels down, helping her remove
her floral print skirt.  His heart beats furiously as he places his thumbs
in the waistbands of her sexy pink panties, touching her skin he feels her
body trembling.

   "You're nervous aren't you babe?" he kisses her lips.  "Don't worry,
because once you learn how to pleasure me with your sweet mouth.  In the
coming days after this, you'll be begging me to let you suck me."

   He slowly slips her panties down, letting them fall to the floor.  He
stands then guides her to his computer chair.  She hears his voice tremble.

   "Have a seat right here baby."

   He quickly unbuckles his belt, dropping his trousers and black boxer
briefs at the same time.  She doesn't see the devilish look on his face,
his hard seven inch cock has her full attention.  Part of her mind tells
her run, getaway from here.  But for some reason she doesn't want to leave.

   Maybe it's the musky sweet scent of his cock meat.  Or maybe it's the
hard thickness of a grown mans cock shaft.  Her curiosity has her young
mind and body transfixed.  A little voice from somewhere deep within, tells
her.  `Touch it, Explore it.  Get to know it.' Sam's body shivers with
delight when she gently touches his hardness.

   "Ahh yes that's good.  Now grasp it with your right hand, use your left
hand to play with my nuts."

   She looked puzzled.  "Your nuts.  What are nuts?"

   "Ha..ha" "Sorry sweetie, I forgot.  You are a virgin; aren't you." He
guides her left hand to his testicles.

   "These are what some people call nuts.  I want you to rub them gently
while you suck me and stroke my cock."

   She looks puzzled once more.  "Your cock?"

   He laughs while wiggling his hard member close to her face.

   "This is my cock.  Now please suck it, don't stop till you make me cum."

   She hears the urgent tone in his voice, he sounds sort of angry.  She
doesn't want her knew friend to be angry with her.  She guides the musky
scented cock between her soft warm lips.  He moans softly, just seeing this
young virgin doing as he asked, is almost enough to make him cum
prematurely.

   It's been a long time since Sara, his ex lover sucked his cock.  At one
time she was an oral virgin too, but she was a quick learner.  He feels
Lyla's teeth touch his cock, not hard enough to cut him, but enough to get
his attention.

   "Fold your lips over your teeth sweetheart," she quickly does as what he
asks.  "Good girl," he moans.  "Now as you suck me stroke me with your lips
and hand.  Move your head back and forth, along with your hand."

   She begins doing what her friend said, she hears him moan.  Mistaking
moans of pleasure for moans of pain, she stops.  "I'm not doing it right.
I'm hurting you!"

   He entwines his fingers into her curly brown hair.  "No sweet baby,
you're doing fine.  Keep doing what you're doing: Make me cum."

   She doesn't know what cum means, but she's bound and determined to make
him cum.  She missed the ending scene of the online video, she didn't see
Cunt let her lover jerk off until he shot white sticky sperm into her wide
open mouth.

   Sam moans.  "Yes, suck it baby.  Stroke me just like that...ahh yeah
baby...that's good."

   He's so turned on, no matter how bad of a blow job she gives him, he's
going to cum no matter what.  Thoughts of drenching this pretty virgin's
tonsils with loads of hot sperm, make the bad blow job worth the occasional
feeling of her teeth scrapping against his cock worthwhile.  He knows he'll
have time to teach her more, in the coming weeks and months to follow.

   He moans in pleasure, the girls mouth feels so damned good on his cock.
She never stops sucking and jerking his hard cock.  After a few moments her
first blow job isn't so bad after all.  He feels cum churning deep within
his nuts.  Without warning he let's it happen, not wanting her to stop when
he orgasms in her mouth he wraps all ten fingers tightly in her curly head
of hair.  Suddenly Lyla taste his cum, its peculiar flavor doesn't bother
her.  It's not what she considers a bad taste, nor a good taste.  For some
unknown reason, the taste of his cum makes her cunny tingle.  She doesn't
know why but it does.  Out of curiosity, she reaches between her legs with
her free hand.  She feels wetness, but its not pee, its slippery.  The tips
of her own fingers against the soft sticky folds of her cunny feels good.
She rubs her cunt lips, letting Sam cum in her mouth.

   He keeps a firm grasp of her thick hair, shoving his member in her
mouth, letting his balls pump every last drop of sperm down her throat. 
Lyla finally gains enough strength to push him out of her mouth, but his
gentle forcefulness lets her swallow every drop of cum with ease.  He opens
his eyes, she's looking up at him.

   "Did...I make you cum?" she says, her voice trembling.

   He lets loose of her hair and kneels down.  Not caring about the cum on
her lips, he kisses her using one hand to guide her face to his lips, the
other stroking her bare back.  He pulls away whispering, letting his lips
caress hers, his voice is weak from a much needed orgasm.

   "Yes...you did make me cum, you're a fast learner.  I'm very proud of
you."

   She screams softly when he suddenly lifts her from the chair. 
"Sam...What are you doing!!" He doesn't answer, he carries her to his bed.
She giggles when he suddenly drops her nude body, her body bounces on his
mattress.  He lay over her, holding the weight of his body from hers with
his arms on the bed.

   "Its my turn to make you cum now." He kisses her lips, then begins
working his way down her soft young body.  Kissing her neck, her earlobes,
the soft skin of her shoulders.  She giggles childishly, his lips make her
erect nipples tingle in a very nice way.  He explores her breast using his
lips and tongue, each tit is a perfect mouthful.  He takes his time
sucking, licking and caressing each small breast.  He makes his way over
her flat tummy, kissing her multiple times around her belly button.

   Giggle.  'Stop it, before you tickle me to death," she exclaims, but she
loves all the sensual attention he's giving her.  She knows it's wrong: Or
at least that's what all the adults in her life tell her.  As his lips
slide closer to her tingling cunt lips, she hears the voices of her
teachers, priest, and her mother telling her about good touch, bad touch.
But the warm tingling feelings in her wet cunt, cause her to think.  What
they say is wrong.  Mmm...I like being touched like this.

   "Spread your legs baby.  I'm having your sweet cunny for dessert."

   She feels his hands on her knees gently spreading them apart.  He
whispers sensually.  "Spread your legs as wide as you can baby."

   As we watch from above, she spreads so wide, the pink lips of her vulva
open wide for his tongue.  He loves the scent of her virgin cunt.  It's a
mix of urine, and young girl sweat.  His cock becomes hard once more.  As
he licks her, his hips thrust back and forth.  He wants to fuck her, but
not yet.  He hears her moan.  It's music to his ears.

   Using both hands, he spreads her pink flower open with his thumbs.  He's
completely delighted when her young hips begin humping back and forth,
forcing her crotch against his hard working tongue.  He slides one thumb to
her butt hole, working just its tip inside not wanting to alarm her.

   She moans.  Mmmm....giggle.  "What are...doing to meee."

   "I'm loving you sweetheart.  I'm loving you the way you deserve to be
loved."

   He kisses and licks her wet cunt a little more.  "Do you like it....Or
should I stop?" She doesn't speak, but she keeps wiggling her tight little
ass up and down back and forth.  Giggle.  "Noooo...don't stop....I like
it!!"

   This makes him work harder, he forces his long tongue deeper, he pushes
his thumb deeper inside her sphincter.  This move sends the innocent young
virgin over the edge.  She began moaning uncontrollably, wiggling her ass
harder into his invading thumb.  This made him work even harder, he wants
to find out where her G-spot is, and how many times he can make this pretty
girl cum.

   As he sucks her immature clit, he counts at least eight orgasms before
her body goes limp.  She stops humping his tongue, he hears her breathing
slowly return to normal.  He knows she's finally completely satisfied, her
little body is totally spent.

   He lies next to her, the July sun is sinking low.  A beam of light
shines over her perfect face.  Seeing a tear running down her cheek, he
kisses it away.

   "I know you like what we just did baby girl.  Please don't cry." he says
gently kissing her cheek then her lips.  Her eyes are closed, she opens
them suddenly as if she's just awoke from an intense dream.

   "I've got'a go home," she says.  "Moms going to be mad at me."

   She sits up quickly, his eyes explore the curves of her perfect body.

   "Please don't be a stranger.  Come back and see me," he said.

   He knows she'll come back for more, and when she comes back, he'll do it
over and over until she becomes addicted to his touch.  He has a way with
girls like her.

   He sits on the edge of the bed watching her dress.  She pulls her snug
fitting tank top on first, then she bent down to pick her he pinks panties
off the floor.

   "I want those panties sweetheart.  If you don't come back, I'll keep
them in memory of you," he begs.  "Please let me have them." She blushes
then hands them to him.  "Here, have them.  You're a weird guy Sam."

   He took them, they feel so soft against his finger tips.  Just like her
soft skin.

   "Thanks baby," he says, before raising them to his nose.  As he watches
her slip into that damned sexy floral print skirt she wore today.  He found
an ink pen laying on his bedside table.  As she finished dressing, he wrote
his home phone number, and cell number on a small slip of note paper.

   "Please take my number.  If you wanna talk, just call me.  We're friends
now Lyla.  We should keep in touch?"

   She took the small note paper from his hand, slipping it inside a pocket
near the waistband of her dress.

   "I probably won't call.  But I'll take it if it makes you happy sir."

   "Lyla, please don't call me sir.  You know my name.  Girlfriends never
call boyfriends sir," He reached out to her.  "Come here girl.  Give me a
goodbye kiss & hug."

   She slowly steps closer.  He pulls her body to his, he's still nude, his
cock lay against her blue tank top, precum soaked into the thin cotton
material.

   "Don't be afraid of me Lyla, I won't hurt you."

   "But what we did Sam.  I'm too young for this kind of stuff," she said
seriously.

   "Lyla, I felt the way your body reacted to what I did.  Age doesn't
matter.  Even though you have the mind and body of an eleven year old girl,
your body reacted to my love making like a grown woman."

   As they spoke Blossom came in.  His black Cocker spaniel licked Lyla's
leg, she knelt down giving the friendly pooch a hug.  "Goodbye Blossom.  I
love you."

   Blossom barked at Sam.  "Ok girl, I'll take you outside.  Let me get
dressed."

   Lyla kept petting Blossom, while Sam dressed.

   "Come on Lyla, walk outside with me and Blossom."

   Once outside Lyla sits on her pink stingray bicycle.  Her short skirt
hiked up, exposing her bare cunt.

   "Oops I forgot, you have my panties." She blushes pushing her dress
down, trying to hide her exposed sex.  Sam smiles, eyeing her pretty pink
cunt.

   "I don't see a thing," he lies.  Although her sex is somewhat covered by
the skirt, he likes the idea of his young friend exposing herself to
strangers.  Lyla smiled sweetly, then began peddling away.

   "Goodbye Sam.  Goodbye Blossom!!" she says cheerfully.  Sam knelt down
petting his dog, whispering.

   "If she looks back at us once more Blossom.  I'll know she's the one for
me."

   His eyes follow the young curly haired brunet down the street.  Just
before turning down the next street, she looked back then smiled and waved.
As he waves back, his heartbeat quickens.  "She's the one for me, that's
for damn sure!" he whispers softly.  "The Society's going to love you baby
girl.  I just know they will!!"
   THE END of part 1