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   Neighbors Part 5 by The Razor's Edge

   Mark

   Over the past few weeks Bonnie told me about her and Jan.  I wasn't
jealous at all.  I thought it was erotic.  I knew Bonnie still loved me. 
We were having great sex now.  When she wanted love and a cock she came to
me.  When she wanted a pussy she had Jan.  She had it all.  It was me that
wanted more.  I wanted to fuck Jan and I wanted to fuck Andrea.  Especially
Andrea.  That would be a challenge.

   We were lying in bed.  I was gently playing with my cock.  Bonnie didn't
mind.  She was always full of sexy stories now about her and Jan.  When she
told me about little Melissa in the mall I was dumbfounded.  How easy it
seemed to screw around with 12 year olds these days.  They are so much more
aware of their own sexuality.  They want to experiment more, even with
adults.  When you looked at little girls in the mall they seemed to know
exactly what you are looking at.  They even smile sometimes, fully aware of
that their little tits, their sexy legs and their pouty lips attract all.
Their little bodies entice all, both men and women.  The way they dress
almost says, "I want you to fuck me." The little girls don't seem to want
to attract boys their own age anymore.  They seem to want the approval of
the older guys.  Little 12 and 13 year old girls swagger in their little
tiny skirts, fully aware of their sexuality.  They know how attractive they
are.  Nobody needs to tell them.  It's just natural.  Some mothers even
encouraged it, it seems.  Some mothers even smile when you check out their
little 11 year old daughter.  Some are proud of the way their little girls
looked, dressed in those tiny mini-skirts and tees that showed their baby
fat that had yet to turn into real curves.

   It was as if Bonnie was reading my mind.  "I bought Brandy the nicest
little mini-skirt today.  She looks sooo cute in it.  It's a blue and white
check.  It's really short and wide at the bottom.  It just barely comes
down a quarter of the way down her thighs.  It sways back and forth when
she walks.  It's really sexy.  She won't be able to wear it to school, I
guess." Bonnie giggled.

   "Ummm, sounds sexy," I told her.  "Your right though.  The teachers
would send her home for sure.  Can she wear it when we go out to a
restaurant or something?"

   "Of course.  That's what I bought for."

   My cock was getting bigger as I stroked and imagined Brandy in her
little skirt.  "You like showing off our little Brandy, don't you?" I asked
her quietly.  She was staring at the covers where my hand moved, watching
intently.

   "Yeah.  She's only 10 but I can hardly wait until she develops little
tits and guys start looking at her.  Some already do now.  It must be her
long legs.  Most guys are perverts anyway," she giggled.

   I hadn't told Bonnie about Josh yet.  I just didn't know how she'd take
it.  It seems that women on women is okay with her but me telling her about
sucking off a little 11 year old boy may be a bit too much.  I'd have to
feel her out gradually.  Besides, I really didn't know how Josh felt.  It
had been over a week since I tasted his cum.  I hadn't seen him since.  It
was something new but I was still into girls.

   Bonnie still watched me.  "Is your cock hard yet?  You wanna fuck or
something?" Bonnie asked.

   "I always wanna fuck you babe," I told her.  "But I want to do something
dangerous.  I don't know what.  Something totally off the wall."

   "Oooh, that sounds encouraging.  Any ideas?"

   "No."

   She was quiet a few minutes.  "I have an idea."

   "What?"

   "Come with me." I followed her to the den.  She sat down and fired up
the computer.

   "What are you doing?" I asked.

   "You'll see." She went to a reverse telephone directory and entered in
an address.

   "Whose address is that?"

   Bonnie giggled.  "Melissa's.  The little girl at the mall."

   "How in the hell did you get that?"

   "She told us." Now I was getting interested.  Of course she had told me
about the girl in the mall.  She sounded like the kind of little girl I was
thinking about earlier.  It appeared she sure wasn't shy.  Bonnie told me
she tasted real good, even though they really didn't have a lot of time to
eat her little pussy.  She described Melissa to me.  I liked what I heard.
The directory came back with two hits on that address.  "C.  Martini" was
one and "Rachel Rogers" was the other.  There were two separate phone
numbers.

   "Hmmmmm, looks like a duplex," Bonnie said.

   The next morning Bonnie came into the den.  I was working.  It was about
10 o'clock.  "Listen on the extension," she giggled.  Bonnie picked up the
phone and dialed.

   "Hello." It was a woman's voice.

   "Hi.  My name is Bonnie and I work for a company called Selective
Shopper Surveys.  We do surveys for corporations.  We are following up on a
recent in-store customer satisfaction card submitted to The Gap by a
Melissa at this phone number.  Are you Melissa?" Bonnie's voice was
cheerful and upbeat.

   "That damn kid," the voice said, "she's always doing something.  She's
my 12 year old.  We're really not interested in doing any surveys but
thanks for calling anyway."

   "That's too bad because The Gap is offering a $25.00 gift card for the
survey.  The survey will take about 30 minutes of your time and is
conducted in your home." The woman didn't hang up.

   "Really?  A free $25.00 gift card?"

   "Yes, it can be used at any Gap or Gap Kids." There was silence for a
second.

   "Well, I guess it would be okay then.  But I really don't have a lot of
time.  When do you want to do it?"

   "Any time you like, Ms. ...  ah, I don't seem to have your full name
here.  The card just says Melissa.  Sorry."

   "It's Cheryl." Obviously she was reluctant to give out her last name.

   "Okay.  Hi, Cheryl.  I'm Bonnie.  We could do it anytime.  Days,
evenings, anytime you like.  The only thing is Melissa submitted the card
so she'll have to be there for the interview."

   "Well, I have to work this afternoon.  I'll be home about 7 o'clock. 
Would 8 o'clock be okay?  We'll both be here."

   "Sure.  That's fine.  I'll have the gift card with me.  I have your
address here so we'll see you about 8."

   "Okay.  We're on the top floor.  Just ring the bell."

   "Okay, thanks.  See you then.  Bye."

   Bonnie giggled.  "That was too easy.  I saw the mom in the store with
Melissa.  She's pretty too.  You'll like her."

   I was getting excited.  "Are you sure you want to do this?  It's pretty
dangerous.  I mean going into someone else's home under false pretenses. 
She could find out and call the cops."

   Bonnie tweaked my nose.  "Trust me on this one, babe.  It's women's
intuition.  This fucking woman is sexy.  A single mom.  She probably needs
a good fuck.  I can feel it.  And little Melissa?  She is so fucking ripe.
I'd love to see you stick your cock into that little cunt.  God, I'm
getting horny again."

   I chuckled.  "Save it for tonight, baby."

   We left about 7:30.  It wasn't too far of a drive and we arrived about
7:50.  It was a duplex in a lower rent district of the city, but it was a
nice neighborhood.  The house was not new but it wasn't old either.

   Sitting in the car, I looked at Bonnie.  "You sure about this?"

   "Oh yeah, I'm sure, baby.  This is fucking exciting.  I've got
butterflies." We walked up and rang the bell.  We could hear someone coming
down the steps from the top floor.  Cheryl answered.  Bonnie recognized her
right away from the store.  Cheryl gave no indication of recognizing
Bonnie.

   "Hi, I'm Bonnie from Selective.  This is Mark.  I just got this job a
couple of weeks ago and Mark is the area supervisor.  He'll watch me
conduct the interview if it's okay with you."

   "Hi," I said and stuck out my hand.  She shook it.  Cheryl invited us
up. We walked into a small living room.  Melissa was watching TV.  She
looked up.  By her expression she recognized Bonnie right away.

   "Hey, I know you.  I saw you at The Gap the other day.  You're the one
that ..." Her voice trailed off.  She caught herself.  Bonnie knew what she
was thinking.  She knew the little girl didn't want to say anything about
the lady's room.  Bonnie interrupted her right away and let her off the
hook.

   "I know.  Sometimes we just tour the stores once in a while just to get
the feeling for customer satisfaction.  Like a secret shopper.  It's nice
to see you again.  I guess you're Melissa?"

   "Yeah." She was quiet, wondering.  "Nice to see you again, too." Bonnie
was right.  Melissa was very pretty.  She was dressed in a tee and shorts.
I really liked her little baby fat.  It really did look nice and smooth,
just like Bonnie described.  Her legs, with the fine hairs, were shapely
for someone so young.  At first glance I thought she could be a little
pretentious.  She seemed a little old for her years.  Her little tits were
just sticking out through her tee.  Bonnie described her very accurately.
It wasn't very long ago that Bonnie was licking this little girl's pussy in
the lady's room at the mall.  Her eyes told me she was wondering what
Bonnie was up to.  I think she was a little scared.

   "Sit down." Cheryl offered us seats on the sofa in the cramped living
room.  She brought in a kitchen chair for herself.  Melissa remained on the
floor.

   "It's funny," Cheryl said.  "I questioned Melissa on the card thing and
she said she never put any card into any slot when we were at The Gap."

   "Oh, really," Bonnie said.  "Are you sure Melissa?" Melissa thought a
second.  She looked at Bonnie.  Bonnie nodded slightly to her, looking
right into her eyes.

   Melissa immediately took the hint.  "I remember now, mommy," the little
girl lied.  "It wasn't the last time we were there.  It was the time
before. Now I remember." Bonnie smiled at her.  She knew the little 12 year
old wanted to play again.  She liked games.  Okay, I though, let's play
some games.  I was still nervous but my cock was stirring.  Cheryl just
shook her head.  She stood up and turned off the TV.

   "Kids!"

   "Well, anyway," Bonnie said.  "I'm glad we got that settled.  Here is
the gift card." She handed the $25.00 gift card we had bought just for this
evening to Cheryl.

   "Thanks!  This will really help!" Bonnie removed a few typewritten pages
from of her handbag, questions she had come up with during the day.

   "Okay, let's get started.  It won't take very long." She started asking
inane questions about how long they had shopped at The Gap and if they
found the store easy to navigate and if the prices were reasonable and all
kinds of stuff like that.  It lasted about 15 minutes.  Both Melissa and
Cheryl answered.  Everything was motoring along just fine.

   "Now I have just a few personal questions I'd like to ask," Bonnie told
Cheryl.  "You can stop me anytime and refuse to answer any question.  The
$25.00 card is still yours to keep.  If at anytime you feel uncomfortable
with a question just don't answer it, okay?" Cheryl looked at Bonnie and
nodded her head.  Was she suspicious?  It was hard to tell.

   "Okay, I guess," Cheryl replied, a little hesitant.

   "That's good, Cheryl.  Just let me know if you don't want to answer. 
It's okay."

   "First, what is the annual income of the family?  I'll give you a range
of numbers and you just tell me what range it's in." Bonnie gave her a list
ranges.  Cheryl was still comfortable.

   "Thirty to forty thousand," she answered.  Bonnie quickly calculated
that she was a single mom, probably receiving some kind of child support.

   "How many children are in the home?"

   "Just Melissa.  She's my only kid."

   I only have one too," Bonnie interjected.  She was trying to get Cheryl
relaxed.  "She's 10.  They can be such a handful sometimes."

   "Are you married?" Cheryl asked.

   "Yeah, I am.  I'm fortunate.  I've got a great guy." I blushed a little.
No one noticed.

   Cheryl offered more information.  This was cool.  "Yeah, you are. 
Melissa's dad split when she was four.  He sends money sometimes, but not
regularly.  He drinks the rest, I guess."

   Bonnie was sympathetic.  "That's a bummer.  It must be tough raising a
young girl alone.  But Melissa seems like a good kid." Bonnie winked at the
little girl.

   "She has her moments," Cheryl replied, smiling.

   Bonnie continued.  "Okay.  Remember you don't have to answer if you
don't want.  Not taking pricing into consideration, would you rather buy
undergarments at Wal-Mart or at Victoria's Secret?" Cheryl thought a
second. The question didn't seem out of line to her.

   She giggled, "Victoria's Secret, of course.  Actually I just bought
something there on sale the other day."

   Bonnie's voice had a surprised tone.  "Really!  On sale.  I didn't think
they ever had sales."

   "They do sometimes.  It was old stock.  They were clearing out." Things
were moving along very nicely I thought.  Now Bonnie had this pretty 27 or
28 year old mom talking about sexy underwear from Victoria's Secret. 
Melissa was just listening, still wondering what Bonnie was up to.  This
could get interesting.

   Bonnie was interested.  "Yeah, what did you buy?  Oh sorry, that's not
part of the survey I was just interested, that's all.' She looked at me,
apprehensively.  I was her boss after all.

   "It's okay to have a conversation with the customers, Bonnie.  That's
not a problem," I instructed her in my best professional voice.  Cheryl
smiled at me.  It was a pretty smile.  She was beginning to relax.  She sat
back on her chair and crossed her legs.  She was pretty.  She had a nice
figure and dark hair that was half way down her back.  She was wearing
barrettes so her hair was off her face.  She was wearing shorts.  Her legs
were very nice.  I'd guess she was about 130 pounds.  She was about five
foot six or seven inches.  Her best feature was her perfectly straight,
white teeth.  When she smiled, it was a melting smile.  I couldn't figure
out why a guy would give up on her.  Maybe she gave up on him.  Who knows?
She was wearing a chain around her next and she kept toying with it.  I
didn't know if it was a nervous habit or if she was flirting.  I hoped the
later.  She turned to Bonnie and smiled.  Bonnie took her cue and sat back
on the sofa and cross her legs too.  Tonight she was wearing a nice
business skirt and blouse.  The skirt was short.  It moved up on her thigh
nicely.  I noticed Cheryl glancing at Bonnie's legs every once in a while.
The conversation was getting friendlier.

   "It was just a bra and panty set.  They're turquoise.  I guess that's
why they didn't sell.  But I liked the color, it was a good price and they
fit.  It's my little extravagance." She giggled.

   "Wow!  Turquoise.  That's my favorite color," Bonnie lied.  "Can I see
them?"

   "Sure." Cheryl uncrossed her legs slowly.  Both Bonnie and I watched the
leg move slowly.  Cheryl knew we were watching.  Now she was flirting.  She
got up and went for the bedroom.  Melissa looked at Bonnie.  Melissa didn't
say anything but I got the feeling that she knew something was up.  The
little girl was plenty perceptive.  She leaned back against the sofa.  She
was still sitting on the floor.  Her legs were straight out.  She spread
them a little and started to caress her thighs, ever so slowly, looking
down at what she was doing.

   Bonnie whispered to her.  "You're still very pretty, Melissa.  I had
lots of fun the other day." The little girl looked up at Bonnie, then at
me.

   "Does he know?"

   "Yes, baby.  He knows," she whispered.

   "I had fun too," she admitted.  "I like having fun and doing naughty
things." She giggled.  Her voice was very low.  "Are you doing something
naughty now?"

   "Yeah, we are.  I just wanted to see you again.  Is that okay?"

   "Yeah." She was quiet for a second.  "My mom likes doing naughty things
too," she giggled.  Now I was getting harder.  This little girl was going
to help us.  Very interesting.  Cheryl came back in the room.  She held up
the bra and panties.

   "Nice, eh?"

   "They're gorgeous," Bonnie replied.  The panties were a little more than
a thong, but not much.  The bra was lacy, cut low.  It wouldn't leave much
to the imagination.  It clasped at the front for easy access.

   "You have real nice taste.  Can I feel the material?" Bonnie asked.

   "Sure." Cheryl walked over to where Bonnie was sitting.

   "Oh, man, the panties are silky, Cheryl.  It was a real good choice. 
The color is just spectacular." Cheryl was pleased with Bonnie's
enthusiasm. "Have you worn them yet?"

   "Yeah, a couple of times.  I went out with my girlfriend the other night
and wore them.  We went to a bar." She giggled a little.  "I left a couple
of buttons on my shirt open.  Guys were trying to look down my shirt all
night.  It was kinda cool."

   "Well, I can see why," Bonnie replied seriously.  "You're very pretty."

   Melissa was very interested in this conversation.  "Mom, you should put
them on and model them for us." She was trying to help us out.

   Cheryl didn't seem shocked at the request.  She smiled at her daughter.
"I can't do that in front of strangers, baby.  You know that."

   "I know, isn't it terrible," Bonnie interjected quickly.  "It would be
neat to see them modeled though.  I'd guess there's more material than a
bikini swimsuit.  I see a lot more skin at the beach these days." She was
subtlety encouraging this pretty woman.

   Cheryl thought a minute.  It was her house and she was safe.  And it was
a chance for someone to see the great deal she got.  The posters on the
wall at Victoria Secret were no more revealing.  She made up her mind.

   "Well, if you guys want to, I guess I could."

   "Oh, I'd like that," Bonnie said with more enthusiasm.  "They're so
pretty."

   "Well, okay then." Cheryl headed off to the bedroom.  Bonnie looked down
at Melissa.  She was still moving her hands over her legs.

   "So what do you wear to bed, baby?" Bonnie asked her.

   "Just panties."

   "Silky ones?"

   "Sometimes.  I like silky panties."

   "Why don't you get ready for bed, Melissa.  Put on a pair of nice silky
panties for us.  Come back out.  Give your mom some company when she gets
back."

   "You want to see my pussy again, don't you?  I'll bet you want to kiss
it again too."

   Bonnie smiled at her.  "You're very pretty Melissa.  I'll bet you'd like
it if I kissed your little pussy again.  Mark would like it too.  I told
him how sweet and tasty you were." Melissa looked at Mark.  Now her finger
was tracing the hem of her shorts.

   "I'm going to change." She got up and went to her bedroom.  Cheryl came
back out.  She was wearing a very short, silky robe.  The robe looked
Chinese or Japanese.  It was a type of silky brocade, red with a white
Asian print.  She was wearing black high heels.  The shape of her legs was
really accentuated by the shoes.

   "Where's Melissa?"

   "She said she was going to get ready for bed.  That's a beautiful robe,
Cheryl."

   "I love it.  My girlfriend gave it to me for my birthday last year.  I
thought you'd like to see it." She was looking right at Bonnie, flirting.
"You seem to like nice things." Bonnie got up from the sofa and walked over
to Cheryl and stood behind her.  She put her hands on Cheryl's arms and
caressed up and down the robe.

   "I do like beautiful things, Cheryl," she whispered into the woman's
ear. "This robe is very beautiful.  And so are you." Her voice was very
husky and sultry.

   Cheryl was onto us.  "You're not from The Gap are you?"

   "No.  I saw you in the store the other day.  I wanted to see you again,"
Bonnie told her.  "You're very beautiful.

   "How did you get our address?"

   "I asked Melissa and she told me.  She told me you like to do naughty
things.  Do you, Cheryl?  Do you like to do naughty things?  I like naughty
things." Bonnie's hands continued to run up and down Cheryl's arms.

   "Yeah, sometimes I do," Cheryl admitted, quietly.

   Bonnie's voice was very quiet, sultry.  "What kind of naughty things,
Cheryl?  Do you like it when someone plays with your gorgeous tits, baby?
How about that beautiful pussy, Cheryl?  Do you like to fuck?" Bonnie's
hand had crept inside of the robe, caressing.  "I'll bet you do.  I'll bet
you really like someone playing with your tits and pussy, don't you?"

   Cheryl was breathless.  "Oh, god, Bonnie.  Undo the clasp.  Play with my
tits." Her head went back against Bonnie's shoulder.  Bonnie tilted her
head up.  They kissed.  It was a French kiss.  The kiss broke.

   Cheryl untied the sash on her robe.  Bonnie pulled it aside, revealing
Cheryl's beautiful body.  Bonnie slowly unclasped her new bra.  "Mark wants
to watch me play with your tits, baby," Bonnie whispered.  "He loves it
when I play with a beautiful woman's tits.  He gets really fucking hard."

   Cheryl was totally into this playtime now.  "I like being fucked by a
beautiful woman like you, Bonnie."

   Just then Melissa came back into the room.  She was just wearing her
little panties.  Her little tits were bare.  They were beautiful.  They
were little mounds with perky, rosy nipples.  I loved the baby fat around
her stomach.  Her panties were silky and I could clearly make out the
little puffy lips of her little pussy.  She didn't seem at all concerned
that Bonnie was playing with her mother's tits.  She looked at me and
smiled.  She sat on the sofa, watching her mother and Bonnie intently.

   "What else does Mark like?" Cheryl asked Bonnie as she started into my
eyes.

   Bonnie removed the robe and bra.  They fell in a heap to the floor.  Now
she was just in the little Victoria's Secret thong.  She again brought
Bonnie's hands to her tits.  There was no hair at all around her thong. 
One of Bonnie's hands lowered, caressing her navel.

   "It will shock you if I told you, baby," Bonnie whispered.  "Mark's a
fucking pervert, baby."

   "Yeah?  How?" Cheryl asked, breathless.  Bonnie's hand went lower.  Her
finger crept under the tiny thong.  Cheryl let out a little gasp.  "Oh
fuck, that feels good.  Do me baby.  Finger me.  Tell me what Mark likes."

   "I told him about little Melissa," Bonnie told her.  "Mark likes playing
with little girls, Cheryl.  He wants to play with Melissa.  He wants to
fuck your little 12 year old daughter.  You don't know this but in the mall
the other day I took Melissa to the lady's washroom.  I played with her.  I
licked her little cunt.  She liked it.  She says she likes to do naughty
things.  I told Mark how nice she tasted; how she likes it when a tongue
goes up and down the little slit.  Now he wants to taste her too.  Is that
okay, baby?  Can Mark lick and suck your little daughter?" Bonnie's fingers
were now working gently under the tiny garment.  "Such a beautiful, pussy,"
she whispered.  "So wet.  So smooth.  So fuckable.  Mmmmm."

   Cheryl turned around.  She kissed Bonnie again.  "Take off your fucking
clothes, Bonnie," Cheryl suggested, seductively.  "I want to kiss your
fucking cunt.  I don't care what Mark does to Melissa as long as he doesn't
hurt her." Bonnie started to disrobe, slowly, allowing Cheryl to help. 
"Sometimes ...  sometimes, Melissa and I play together too," she told
Bonnie quietly.  "It's fun.  Melissa likes to play naughty.  I'm glad you
got to taste her." Finally Bonnie was totally nude, all of her clothes were
in a pile at her feet.  "She tastes really nice.  Just like you do, I bet."
Cheryl went to her knees, exploring Bonnie's cunt with her fingers.

   Bonnie spread her legs, just a little.  She put her hands on the back of
Cheryl's head.  "Eat me, you fucking little girl lover.  Eat my fucking
pussy.  Stick your tongue way in, baby.  Fuck me with your tongue." She
drew Cheryl's head into her crotch.  Cheryl's tongue was already out,
anticipating Bonnie's sweet nectar.  She began to lick, probing for all the
sweet juice.  Bonnie's knees bent, opening her pussy lips even further. 
Finally, Cheryl's mouth clamped onto Bonnie, sucking, slurping.

   Melissa came over to where I was sitting.  I reached up and traced my
finger over her little pussy through her silky panties.

   "You have a beautiful pussy, Melissa.  I feels soooo soft.  Bonnie was
right.  You are very beautiful."

   "Do you like my titties?" she asked quietly.  "You wanna suck on them,
Mark?  You wanna suck on my little titties and my little pussy?  I'll let
you, you know.  You can do anything you want.  I like it all.  My mommy
kisses and licks me all the time." I pulled her little panties aside and
looked at her little slit.  It was soooo pink.  It felt so soft.  I ran my
finger gently through the lips.  She spread her legs further and her little
pussy opened up.  I slowly inserted my finger into her little cunt.  Not
too far, just enough to feel the wetness of her little hole.  Her hips came
forward.  She looked down at what I was doing.

   "Why do you like my pussy?" she asked innocently.

   "Because it's soft, and pink and very pretty." I continued to gently
stroke within the little folds.  "What does it feel like, Melissa?  What
does it feel like when I play with your little pussy?"

   "It ...  it feels funny.  It feels like I need to pee.  But I don't.  I
just peed.  It feels like I want you to put your finger in further." I
could see a little clit forming at the top of her pussy.  It was still
hiding.  I spread the folds a little and brushed the little tiny nub very
gently.  Melissa inhaled very quickly.  A tiny gasp.  She looked at me.

   "What was that?"

   I smiled at her.  "Did it feel good?"

   "Wow, it feels awesome."

   "It's your pleasure spot, baby.  It's the place that makes you feel
really, really good." She climbed up on the sofa with her legs straddling
mine.  Her little cunt was right in my face.

   "Kiss it, Mark.  Kiss that spot.  I want to feel your tongue on it." She
was a horny little 12 year old.  Again I pulled the panties aside.  Her
little cunt was getting pinker after my finger had caressed it.  It was
beautiful.  I again spread her little pussy lips.  I found the clit and
licked it.  I went down her pussy near her asshole and worked my way up
with my tongue and touched her clit again.  She pressed her hips forward.

   "Why do you like to lick it?" she asked, again so innocently.

   "Because it tastes good, baby." I took her hand to her pussy and put one
of her fingers inside.  I ran it in and out a little, delving deeper into
the little love opening each time.  I brought her finger to her lips.

   "Taste, Melissa.  See how nice you taste.  Suck on your finger, baby."
She sucked her finger.  Then she brought her finger back down and inserted
it herself.  Again she brought it to her mouth.  Again she sucked.

   "I like it," she said quietly.  "It tastes good." The baby fat around
her little stomach was outstanding.  I ran my hand over her little navel
area.  "You are very beautiful.  I love running my hands and tongue over
your little body, Melissa."

   "What does it do to you?"

   "It makes my prick very hard."

   "Can I see?" She climbed off the sofa.  I unbuckled my belt and slowly
pulled the zipper down.  She was watching, very, very carefully,
enraptured. I reached inside and pulled my raging cock out.  Here eyes
widened.  They became as round as saucers.  I stroked myself a few times
and took my hand away.  She knelt down and looked at my cock very close. 
Then she reached out and touched it, not saying a word.  Gradually her
finger traced my shaft, up and down.  She ran her finger over the head,
through the slit at the tip.  I started to developed pre-cum.

   "Mmmmm," I groaned.  "That's nice, Melissa.  Kiss the head for me,
baby." She leaned forward and kissed it quickly.  She tasted the pre-cum.
She didn't seem to mind.

   "Put the head in your mouth, baby, and suck it a little." She grabbed my
shaft at the bottom to steady it.  Then she put the head between her lush
little lips.  She sucked, ever so gently.  A beautiful 12 year old girl was
now sucking my cock.  It felt sooooo good.  I had never experienced
anything quite like it in my life.  It was as if she didn't want to stop.
She just kept sucking and licking.

   I moaned.  "I want to fuck you Melissa.  Can I baby?  Will you let me
fuck you?" She took my cock out of her mouth.  She smiled at me, that
golden hair framing her little face perfectly.

   "I want you to, Mark.  I want you to fuck me.  No one has ever done it
to me before.  You'll be the first.  I want to see what it's like.  Do it
to me." I picked her up and gently laid her out on the carpet.  I spread
her legs and again licked that little pussy to make it nice and wet.  I put
a sofa pillow under her head and made sure she was comfortable.  Now Bonnie
and Cheryl were on the floor too.  Bonnie had her head buried between
Cheryl's legs on the floor, slurping her cunt, returning Cheryl's favor. 
Cheryl had her legs drawn up and spread very wide.  Her head was back, her
eyes closed, gently moaning to the rhythm of Bonnie's probing tongue.  Her
hips were meeting the thrusts of Bonnie's tempo.

   Bonnie looked up.  "Mark's going to fuck Melissa, baby.  Do you want to
watch your little girl's first fuck."

   "Yeah, I do.  I want to watch her.  I want to watch his prick move in
and out of her little love hole." They both got up and sat on the sofa. 
Bonnie was gently playing with Cheryl's rosy nipples.

   I got into position.  "Take my cock in your hand, Melissa.  Guide it to
your little pussy, baby." She felt for my cock and slowly drew it towards
her.  Gently I moved forward.  My cock head was up against her little cunt.
I pressed forward, very gently.  It entered the folds of her little pink
lips.  Gradually, slowly I moved forward a little more.  Now I was in the
canal of her pussy.  She was very tight.  I expected to meet her hymen. 
There was nothing.  I continued very slowly, not wanting to hurt this
precious little girl.  She gave an "ugh" every once in a while, but didn't
cry out or complain.  Finally I was in all the way.  She looked at me and
smiled.  "How does it feel, baby.  Does it hurt?  Are you okay?"

   "It feels ...  it feels really nice," she replied, quietly.  "It feels
like it belongs there.  I like it."

   I gradually withdrew a little and pushed forward again, still wanting to
be gentle.

   "Oh, that feels good," she gasped.  I did it again, quicker.  Her head
went back.  I started a slow rhythm, back and forth.  God she was tight.  I
needed to go slowly.  I didn't want to hurt her.  Control, I needed to have
control.  Then, her juices started flowing.  We were being lubricated. 
Finally, less friction.  I moved a little faster, then faster yet.  Her
hips began to move, meeting my slow inward thrusts, keeping in tempo.  She
was perfect.  A natural.  She looked at me hovering over her little body.
We moved faster now, in perfect unison.  My arms were bracing my upper
body. I couldn't lie on top of her.  I would crush her.  She smiled at me.

   "This is totally awesome," she grunted.  "You feel sooo good inside me.
Fuck me, Mark.  Oh man, this is zero cool." I could feel an intense climax
starting.  I stopped pumping.  I was sweating profusely.  I didn't want to
cum yet.  I wanted to enjoy this.  I didn't want it to end.  She didn't say
anything.

   Cheryl was watching.  "Cum inside her, Mark.  Don't stop.  Send your cum
right up her cunt.  Shoot it in her." Her mother wanted the full act
completed.  It was time.  I considered quickly that I may get this little
12 year old pregnant, but equally quickly rejected the thought.  I was too
far gone.  Her mother wanted completion.  I wanted completion.  I couldn't
help it.  I started pumping again, slowly at first.  Melissa was fully
lubricated now.  There was no turning back.  I quickened the pace.  Again
she met my every thrust with her hips.  Again she looked at me and smiled.
She tensed.  Her face became contorted.  She was starting her very first
orgasm with a man.  First, a little "ah." Then, "god, oh god.  Aaaaaaah. 
God, what's happening?" My balls contracted.  It began.  I continued to
pump.  I could feel the pleasure start to travel down my shaft.  Then I
exploded.  My cum gushed into her little pussy.  My head was back.

   "Oh, fuck," I roared.  "I'm fucking cummmming." It was miraculous.  My
first fuck with a little girl.  Nothing could be better.  We came together.
Each of our pleasures became one.  It was the most incredible sexual
experience of my life.  I had fucked this little 12 year old and she loved
it.  I was exhausted beyond comprehension.  But I still couldn't lie on
her. But I didn't want to withdraw either.  My prick was fully incased.  I
wanted just a few more minutes.  I was in heaven.  Again she looked into my
eyes.  Again she smiled.  I bent down slightly and kissed her gently on the
lips.  She was so beautiful.  Her hair was flowing on the floor.  Her blue
eyes were large, in awe of her first real sexual act with a man.  I looked
at Cheryl and Bonnie.  Cheryl was speechless.  She looked mesmerized, in a
trance.

   Finally she spoke.  "That was the most incredible sight I've ever seen.
You were so gentle, so loving.  It's an experience she'll never, ever
forget her whole life.  Thank you, Mark.  Thank you for teaching her what
true love making is all about.  She'll be forever indebted to you."

   She turned to Bonnie and they kissed.

   "Thank you Bonnie for wanting to see me again.  Tonight was spectacular.
I need to see you again.  I want to see you again.  I need to make love
with you again." Bonnie smiled.  She looked into Cheryl's eyes.

   "You'll never get away from me, baby.  You'll visit our house.  We'll
make love again.  And Mark?  Well, Mark has found his true pleasure; his
true hearts desire; his true little lover.  I know.  I can tell."

   I slowly withdrew from Melissa.  I could feel some of the cum extract
with my cock.  I stood up, my prick hanging limp now.  I reached for her
hand.  She took it.  I pulled her up into my arms.  She was so tiny wrapped
in my hug.  I lifted her chin and kissed her again.

   "Thank you, Melissa.  Thank you ever so much.  You were fantastic.  I
loved every second of it.  You were perfect." She just looked at me.

   "I want to do it again.  I want you to fuck me forever.  I don't want
anyone else.  I want you to teach me about sex and love.  It has to be you.
Please say you will, Mark.  Please say we'll do it again soon.  Please!"

   "We will Melissa.  Don't worry.  I'll see you again real soon, baby. 
Count on it." I kissed her again.

   Bonnie and I dressed.  We gave them our phone number.  Again Bonnie
kissed Cheryl, still only in her little thong.  See you real soon, baby. 
We were almost out the door.  Melissa came to me and folded into my arms. I
looked into her eyes.  "Put your panties on, baby," I told her quietly. 
She went back and got them.  Again she came to me, wondering.  I took her
outside, onto the landing.  I turned her toward the street and stood behind
her.  I reached up and started playing with her little, rosy nipples.  I
was showing her off to the world.  She didn't mind.  She looked back at me.
"I want you to be my boyfriend Mark.  I'll do anything for you." A car went
by.  No one noticed this 36 year old man playing with the tits of this
beautiful little 12 year old.

   "Anything, baby?" I asked her quietly.

   "Yep, anything." My hand went down to her panties.  My fingers snaked
inside.  I played with her cum soaked pussy, in full view of anyone who
wanted to watch.

   "Okay, baby.  I'll call you and we'll think of something to do together,
alone.  I'll tell you exactly what to wear.  Ummm, you so beautiful; so
sexy."

   Bonnie and I left.  In the car it was quiet, both of us reflecting on
exactly what had just happened.  Finally, I broke the silence.

   "So ...  so what do you really think?" I asked Bonnie.  "It was totally
amazing what just happened.  I've ...  I've never, ever been unfaithful to
you babe and tonight was the very first time I've fucked anyone but you
since we met.  But I've always wanted to do it with a young girl and I just
couldn't help myself tonight.  I just couldn't.  And ...  well, and I don't
want you to be mad at me.  I'm ...  I'm a little scared." And I truly was.

   Bonnie turned to me, sitting askew in the seat.  She smiled.

   "Do you love me?" she asked.  "Do you judge me because of what I do with
Jan and Brandy?  Do you hate me or are you mad at me because of my sexual
tendencies?  Do you still want to fuck me too?"

   "I'll always love you.  You know that.  Forever and ever.  And I don't
judge you and I'll never hate you.  You are the most beautiful and the most
sexy woman or girl that I've ever met.  And yes ...  I want to fuck you all
the time."

   "Then there isn't a problem, is there.  But you'll have to be careful.
Melissa is 12 years old.  I know you had a real hard time controlling
yourself but man ...  what happens if you get her pregnant?  I hope she
hasn't started her periods yet.  If she has ...  well then we might have a
huge problem."

   I knew she was right.  I had a real hard time controlling myself.  It
was soooo awesome.  Something I'd fantasized about for years.  Sex with a
12 year old.  And shooting my load inside her little love canal.  It just
didn't get any better than that.  "I know Bonnie.  I was totally wrong and
I guess we'll just have to see what happens.  But, man, her mom was
encouraging me, egging me on, wanting me to fill her little girl.  I ...  I
just couldn't help myself.  It was a fantasy that came true.  And I'm so
glad I did it.  And I want to do it again.  I really do."

   "I know, baby," Bonnie giggled.  "You poor dear!  And it was so much fun
watching you.  You should have seen your face!  I loved it.  Watching your
rock hard cock stroke that little pussy.  Wow." She thought a minute. 
Then, "The next time why don't you experiment with her little asshole. 
Maybe she'd like that.  Maybe you could screw her there and then you
wouldn't have to worry about the consequences." Bonnie was giggling now in
anticipation.  "Man, that would be something to watch."

   "Wow!  That would be awesome." There was nothing else to say.

   We pulled into our garage.  Again Bonnie turned to me.  "I guess I won't
be getting any tonight, eh, Mark?" she teased.  "I'll bet your balls are
completely empty after all your cum ran up little Melissa?"

   "Yeah, maybe you're right," I whispered.  "But maybe you'd let me eat
you out and stick my tongue in your cunt.  Maybe you'd let me play with
your shit hole too.  Maybe you'd let me suck on it and rim my tongue all
around it."

   "Oh, wow, would I ever," she gasped.  We almost ran to our bedroom.
   To be continued