Chapter 1
"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!"