Chapter 9
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.