Chapter 3
Patrolman Henry Yancy found it hard to get through the day, so eager was he for the time to come around when he could be alone again with little Melanie. He watched as she and her little friend Emily left for lunch, and waited eagerly until they came back, just as the bell was about to ring to signal the end of lunch-period. There was no question about it, it was little Melanie who was his favorite over all the other little darlings who wandered in and out of the school every day, but he had to admit that Emily was a cute little piece if he had ever seen one. She formed a nice contrast to Melanie, for while Melanie was blonde, though admittedly a rather dark blonde, Emily had absolutely raven-black hair, and deep brown eyes which contrasted sharply with the equally lovely slate blue ones of Melanie. No, he wouldn't mind at all getting into little Emily's panties someday.
He had to be careful, though. He knew that though the last thing a child will do is willfully betray someone he likes, he also knew that they are inevitably less discreet than might be desirable in a situation like the present one. He could get one hell of a long spell in the tank for doing what he was doing, however innocent it might in fact be. Juries just couldn't understand things like that.
One of the reasons that there was a traffic cop on that corner at all was to protect the children going and coming from school. So his shift had been arranged so that he was off at the same time that P.S. 107 shut down for the day.
The result was that although he was a middle aged man, he waited as eagerly for that school-bell, which could be heard through the open windows, as did any of the kids inside. In fact, more eagerly now, for he had someone to wait for in the person of his sweet little eleven-year-old mistress Melanie!
The kids were pouring out now, and he gazed rapturously at the little girls as they came out in their pigtails, pony-tails, black sandals, white socks and pretty summer dresses. They were so throughly adorable, that he frankly couldn't see at all why it was that other men did not prefer them to grown women. Sure, grown women were nice, and in fact he had even made it with some in the course of his life, but give him a little girl any time! Little boys didn't interest him, but little girls turned him on like nobody's business.
As the children came pouring out, he eagerly scanned each of the fresh little feminine faces, looking for Melanie as anxiously as any lover who has met a train has looked for the face of the beloved among the throng stepping from the coaches and the parlor-cars.
Then, suddenly, a terrible thought hit him. What if little Melanie came out in the company of her friend Emily and walked straight home with her? What if all this waiting on his part turned out to have been in vain?
No, there she was, and looking prettier than ever, her little blonde pony tail bobbing as she walked. And Emily wasn't with her! Henry licked his chops in anticipation of the cock-fun that he was going to be getting soon with his lovely little girlfriend.
As the last kids left, he walked over to the sidewalk where Melanie was dawdling, and said to her a simple "Hi, Melanie." How he would have loved to have taken her hand and given it a loving squeeze, to let her know of the affection he had for her. If only he could show his love in public, instead of having to hide it as some kind of dark shameful thing, which of course it wasn't, for love is never dark and shameful, except in the mind of the perverse puritans!
She looked up at him with a smile that made his heart skip a best. "Hi, Officer Yancy, how are you?"
They walked along to the vacant lot, and as he looked down, he could see the little girl trembling, either in anticipation or fear of being found out. Both together, probably, it made him feel terribly protective towards her, and he would have given a year off of his life to have just been able to lay his arm gently around her frail shoulders.
He glanced around. There was nobody looking, so they could safely enter the vacant lot, which was really very, very large indeed.
Then they were together again, and he was stripping her slender eleven-year-old body, while her slim fingers pulled down his zipper and undid his pants. Soon, they were standing there quite naked, and as he gazed rapturously at her little naked triangle, he thought he could never get enough of looking at unfledged cunts like that, even if he lived to be a thousand years old.
His lips were on hers, and he pressed her towards him, with his erect and furious penis upright between them, pressing against her little belly. He felt that that was the closest he could to allowing her to enjoy it it with her body, for he feared that if he penetrated her, like he furiously longed to do, he might harm the lovely little gazelle.
"Officer Yancy," she said, and it made him happy to be addressed like that, for it emphasized the difference in their ages which he regarded as one of the most exciting and enjoyable aspect of this affair, "in school, you know, we have sex education
"I'll bet you're first in the class," he said, giving a pat to her tight little ass.
"Anyway," she giggled, "They always use these funny long words to describe people's things. Do you know what the regular words are, so that you could tell them to me. My girlfriend Emily would like to know too."
"Lie down here," he said, "And I shall make up for the shocking gaps in your vocabulary. Now here we go." he took one of her nipples in his fingers and gave it a gentle little pull. 'This is your nipple (and I suppose that that's one of the words that they do use in school) and it will eventually find itself at the end of a curving round tit, and it will come in for a great deal of kissing, I'll warrant, in the years ahead." He ran his finger down her stomach until he came to the "V" and he cupped it in his hands. 'This whole area, all this lovely female stuff that you have down here, is referred to as the cunt, twat or pussy, and it is as much fun to lick and kiss under one of these names as it is under the others. The term, however, is sometimes used in a more restricted sense, to mean this," he said, poking a finger gingergly up the hole in the maiden-head. "By that I don't mean the membrane, which is your maidenhead, but the hole itself."
He then gave an adoring little tug to the labia that made her wince with pleasure. 'There are your lower or nether lips, and they are even nicer to kiss than your upper ones. This button here is the clitoris, and by and large, that's about it."
He wore a huge smile on his honest face, and it was plain that he was enjoying himself immensely teaching this little angel the proper terms for her equipment. He had a sort of teacher-imitation voice which he used as he gave his little lecture, and Melanie kept giggling and giggling.
"Oh, Officer Yancy, that's terrific, but what's this?" and she placed her hands around his already erect prick and gave it a squeeze.
"My cock, prick, whang, or a million other things, darling," he said with a laugh. She kept on squeezing for a couple of strokes, and he began to find himself getting sort of desperate there. Well, there were worse things in the world to have happen to one than to be beaten off by a pretty girl. But then she stopped and cupped his sac in her hand.
"My balls!" he said with a laugh as she started to tickle them and before she had had a chance to ask him what it was that they were. "They shoot my spunk-that's the white cream that in your school they probably call semen-into your cunt."
"And when I get so wet, what's that?" she asked.
"Pussy-juice or cunt-dringle!" he said triumphantly. "And I'll bet that you've got plenty now. And saying that he reached his hand down between her legs. He hadn't been wrong, either. The little discussion of sex terms that they had been engaged in had gotten her pretty hot already, and a bit of the lovely liquid was already dribbling down her leg. He scooped it up on his finger and laughingly put his finger in his mouth.
"When I was little," he said, "My mom always told me not to suck my fingers or thumbs, but see what I would have missed."
He almost laughed out loud at his comment. For some vague reason so incongruous did the tranditional maternal advice about thumb sucking seem with the idea of sucking a girl's cunt-juice off of one's thumb.
That was what was so delightful and female about her. She was able to laugh even while she was hot, and there was no question about her being hot now. The mere sight of that massive swollen rod, which, with any luck she would have inside her mouth at any time, was enough to make her stiff little clit tingle and her cunt drip with excitement. In fact, the prick looked so good, that she grabbed it again and started stroking it.
"There's no question about it," Henry thought, 'The child has an amazing natural aptitude for beating off prick. Well, that should make an interesting variant.
"Listen, honey," he said, "Why don't you continue to do that to me, and I'll tickle your little cunt till it goes off, and we'll try and time it so that we come together. Okay?"
"Great!" she said with her pert little smile. It was amazing how a girl who would obviously one day be an extremely elegant woman, could look so pert and cute now.
Of course, being beaten off by her would mean that when they sixty-nined he would have less spunk for her mouth, but after all one couldn't follow the same routine each time, and anyway, when she had beaten him off, if she were careful so that the spunk all landed on his stomach or his chest, there was no reason why she couldn't lick it off of him with her tongue.
She was already starting to work away on the dick, and he could see from the angle that she was holding it at, that exactly the same idea had occurred to her, and that she was trying to aim the damn thing so that the spunk didn't land on the ground.
He decided not to give her any instructions on how to beat him off, for she seemed to have a pretty good idea on her own anyway, and it would be interesting to see to what degree her natural feminine ingenuity would enable her to figure out the subtleties of masturbating a prick. His fingering her cunt was enough to make her little clit stiffen between her legs, He reveled in the small size and the delicacy of everything there, as well as the remarkable wetness. This little angel really did produce a surprising amount of cunt juice, given her small size.
His fingers eagerly pried apart the labia, and tickled and stroked the super-tender flesh, which almost seemed to wince away from the passionate touch of his digits. Then to liven up the action, he would give occasional little nudges to the super-sensitive clit, which he knew was aching and throbbing with the desire to be touched. Well, it would be touched, there was no reason for her to worry on that score!
But his fingers weren't the only ones there which were fingering a come a short distance away behind a large bush, for lovely, little Emily found herself being made hotter and hotter by the sex play going on in front of her, and while she had never masturbated before, that finger session earlier in the day with Melanie had given her the general idea, and nature had done the rest, for as she watched the man and the girl beat each other off, she had found that her own hands had gone almost instinctively to her little cunt.
Melanie was squeezing harder and faster on Yancy's prick now, and he noticed appreciatively how her technique was improving with each stroke. The prick is a very responsive organ, of course, and though it was already so hard that it could hardly be expected to get any harder, somehow when she gave an especially sensitive squeeze or tug, it managed to stiffen up even more, and when it did, she would feel a thrill of excitement pass from her hand down to her cunt, and of course she would try and remember what it was that she had done that had given him the extra pleasure.
Up ... down ... up ... down ... She pulled and tugged, and her little hand slid up and down the taut flesh, which thrilled to the touch of a feminine hand so small and dainty, to the touch of a hand that could only belong to a little girl of eleven!
The balls knotted themselves up tight under the big tool, as it tensed ready to fire. He could feel all his muscles poise for the big blast-off, and then, suddenly, he was coming in great gushing gobs and spurts, the come forcing nudges to the super-sensitive clit, which he knew was aching and throbbing with the desire to be touched.
All he had to do, when he got himself on the male pre-come plateau was to give a couple of sharp little tweaks to the button-hard clit of his tiny mistress, and that was more than enough to fetch her off, so that her body trembled to the force of the come, even as she forced the palm of her hand tighter and tighter around the throbbing meat of his prick.
Two people coming together! Always a lovely sight, but how could it ever be more lovely than here with this unashamed love between this little girl and this rather lonely man, as their naked bodies quivered and pulsed, while their sex organs ruled supreme for a couple of seconds!
But it wasn't just two people coming together, for dark-haired little Emily was a sensual enough little piece to be able to time it pretty fucking well, so that she got it off at just about exactly the same time as her girlfriend did.
"Ohhh, Officer Yancy," little Melanie gasped as she felt the spunk shoot out of his prick and in good part land on her hand, for at the moment of ejaculation, she had held the prick almost straight up.
He was not groaning, for he felt that that was perhaps slightly effeminate, but he was breathing rather harder than usual, and a sort of contented grunt escaped his lips.
But poor little Emily had to stay quiet as a churchmouse while her come-spasms hit her. They weren't as good or as big as Melanie's, for Melanie had the benefit of an experienced male hand, while she had to be content with her own improvisations but nevertheless, the spasms were pretty intense, and she'd have loved to sigh or gasp, but she didn't want to be discovered by Patrolman Yancy, at least not yet.
"MM," Melanie said, "that was yummy, and I bet that spunk of yours there on your belly is even yummier!"
"Try it and see, honey. I hope the flavor is to your taste.
Needless to say, even though his prick had only just whanged off its load, it gave a happy little jerk at the sight of the cut little head bending over and the pink little tongue lapping up the spunk. He felt the tip of the tongue slide across his belly, as it licked away at the creamy male spunk that was to be found there in great pearly droplets. Then when she had as much of it as she could lick up in her mouth, she smiled lovingly at Henry and gulped the spunk all down, in the cutest, most feminine manner imaginable.
Then, she snuggled close to him and lay in his arms, while he revelled in the feeling of the fragile little creature in his arms. She had such a perfect face, and her blonde hair was such a rich color. It was what some people call a "dirty-blond," but he thought that that name was a gross injustice. In fact, it was so lovely, he couldn't resist the temptation to stroke it and to press it against his face, for if his interest lay principally in the area of little girls, he was pretty wild about hair too.
Also, the business of stroking her on the head, almost as if she were a little dog of some kind, somehow emphasized in a very pleasant fashion the difference between their ages. There have been men who have fallen in love with little girls and cursed the fact that the girls were not older, or that they were not little boys again. But with Henry Yancy it was quite different. He loved his little mistress partly because she was only eleven. That was not all that there was to it, by a long shot, for there was no lack of eleven year old little girls in the school, and he only loved one of them. But had he met Melanie in eight or nine years, when she would be a mature young lady, he quite certainly would not have fallen for her.
He was just wondering what they should do next by way of sex, whn suddenly he heard a twig snap, and his heart nearly leaped through his mouth and onto the ground. Was he discovered? Had someone been watching them? Was he going to have to go to jail?
"Who's there?" he asked.
There was a silence, but it was the silence of someone who is trying to be silent, and not the silence that results naturally when no one is there.
Then Melanie said with downcast eyes, "It's all right, Officer Yancy, it's only Emily."
Her cover blown, a blushing little Emily stepped out from behind the bush. She had accidentally stepped on a twig and now she was afraid that she had gotten Melanie in trouble.
She was blushing too, not just for that reason, but because her skirt was hitched up, and cunt juice was dribbling down from her sweet little exposed "V."
"Now look Melanie," Henry said, a touch of annoyance in his voice, "You know that I love you, and that I sure as hell don't want to pull the big adult routine. The fact that you're eleven strikes me as being utterly unimportant, but, nevertheless, you are old enough to keep your promises!"
Melanie was looking down at the ground, and a tear was trembling at the corner of her right eye. She felt pretty guilty about having set this up with Emily, for she felt that in doing so she had violated some kind of trust with Officer Yancy. She was a child, of course, and what she had done had been done with the irresponsibility which it cannot be denied is sometimes to be found in children.
She really didn't know what to say, nor was she sure exactly what she felt. It seemed as if she had done something wrong but, at the same time she wasn't really sure what or how. There was no way out of her little thoughts, though.
That was a cruel thing to say, and he regretted having caught sight of the cute little head bending over the tiny little lover's tear. Then he saw another one follow it, sliding down her face and dropping onto the ground.
This was no feminine bullshit like some women pull to get a man to stop being angry with them. Melanie was genuinely, desperately sorry, and very unhappy because the man she loved was mad at her for something stupid which she had done. And at that moment, precisely because she was so sincere, Henry's heart melted, and he took the little girl in his arms and began stroking her head, while she pressed herself close against his chest and sobbed.
"Oh, Officer Yancy, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I really am," she stammered in her delightful girlish voice, which was somehow all the more delightful and erotic because of the sobs.
"There there, honey," he said, patting her head, "I know you didn't mean any harm, and I shouldn't have lost my temper like that. But if we are going to be in love, we are going to have to be very careful."
One thing about the age of eleven, crises tend to pass as if she were a little dog of some kind. Somewhat encouraged, she cheered up almost immediately.
"And you, Emily," Henry said, with some of his usual good-humor coming back into his voice, "Don't look so sad, you're forgiven too."
"Officer Yancy," Melanie said, "may Emily join the fun? She knows all about sex, she really does. She and I were out her during lunch time, and she was really good."
It was touching to see how easily this girl could maintain a distinction between love and friendship. It was Henry whom she loved, but Emily was her best friend, and she wanted her to be able to share all the pleasures that she had been able to experience herself.
Henry felt his heart soften and smiled at the two lovely little girls. "Yes, I think Emily can join in the fun. The fact that you gjrls aren't yet big enough for me to be able to stick my prick into you, creates some problems, but I don't see why we shouldn't be able to overcome them."
He thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I have it. Melanie, you come and sit down right on top of my face. That's it, so that I can lick away at your little twat, and you, Emily, you can suck my prick. Unless, of course, you want to do it the other way around."
"Emily hasn't yet had a man make her come," Melanie said, "while I have, and in fact have just had a lovely come from you. So why don't we switch things so that Emily sits down on your face, while I suck your dick?"
"Fine by me," Henry said, as he lay upon his back. Then, while his little girlfriend formed her lovely little mouth into a soft "O" and slipped it around his prick, little Emily squatted down over his face.
The little quim was utterly adorable, different from Melanie's in various details, for cunts are like fingerprint sets, in that no two are exactly alike, but every bit as dainty and delicate, and every bit as much yearning for some action, for as it lowered itself towards Henry's face, a droplet of cunt-fluid dripped down and landed on his chin.
The little twat was completely hairless, and Henry asked, "Have you had your first period yet, Emily?"
"Not yet, darn it," she said with a smile in her voice. Henry smiled to himself. Little boys are always worried about growing up, and they have to measure the progress of the process by such things as the increasing growth of hair around their pricks, the deepening of their voices, and so forth. But girls, who were equally worried about such things, or so it appeared, had this one event to wait for to tell them that in a sense, they were women. He imagined that friends like Emily and Melanie must discuss it a lot, and there he was completely right. It was really all very cute.
The cunt was hovering just over his face, but then he realized that the little minx was keeping it just out of reach or almost so. And with the soft sucks and caresses that Melanie was giving to his prick, he was really pretty eager for a chance to suck some twat too, for he was a pretty oral-oriented guy.
"You little fiend," he said, as she giggled a wonderful sort of feminine giggle. Then he reached his arms up, grabbed the delicate little waist, and pulled the hips down so that the cunt was, in fact, well within range of his hungry tongue.
The cunt looked so good that he delayed going into action for a moment to savor the pleasure of waiting, arid also to tease the delightful little girl, who was really anxious to have physical contact with a man for the first time in a sexual sense.
Meanwhile, Melanie had sucked his long, stiff prick into her mouth, and was running her lips along it in the most teasing, tantalizing manner imaginable. What a girl! And she wasn't leaving her pink little tongue idle, either, but was using it to give extra stimulation, either by pressing it against the organ as it lay in her mouth, or tickling the spunk-hole with it. And sometimes, she would take the whole works out of her mouth, and use the tongue to give some glorious little laps to the long hard shaft, while Henry's body quivered with delight.
With that kind of stimulation on his meat, there couldn't be much question of his teasing little Emily any longer by withholding his tongue from her twat, for he was simply far too worked up and excited to keep away from that delightful girlflesh any longer.
So his tongue darted up and parted the soft labia as he enveloped and partially hid the already extremely hard clit. Emily gave a little shudder as if a hot poker had been laid between her slim legs. But then she settled down a bit more, and awaited his next slurps with a great deal more composure, for she was eager to give the (perfectly absurd) impression that she was a sophisticated woman at the age of eleven.
Lick! Lick! Lick! there was something thoroughly delightfully refreshing about those labia, there could be no question whatever about that.
Suck! Suck! Suck! That action on his prick wasn't half bad either.
His tongue darted in and out, sliding around on the wet pussy flesh, tickling and teasing while the cunt-fluid flowed and flowed, and while he drank it in as fast as it came.
For little Emily, it was like a dream come true to at last have a man having sex with her just as if she were a grown-up woman. Mind you, the stuff that she had had with Melanie earlier in the day had been very pleasant indeed, but the idea of knowing that it was a real man who was doing the eating-out, was somehow even more sexy than the actual actions themselves. And since Henry was a first class oralist, the actions themselves certainly were as sexy as all get out.
If only she had some soft tits to massage and caress, she thought. She had to be content with pulling at her nipples, which wasn't bad, really, for they were pretty tender and sensitive.
Melanie wasn't getting any direct action on her cunt from her lover, of course, but that didn't matter, for while she sucked away on the big dick and waited anxiously for the come, her other hand was between her legs, where it was doing everything to her cunt that needed to be done in order to have her nerves jangling in their desire for a release.
"Ohh, Officer Yancy," Emily gasped, "I think that I'm going to come!"
Well, that was just fine in his books, for he was about to come too. There was no mistaking that tension in his knuckles, that funny sort of semi-numbness in his prick, the eager readiness of the balls.
Lick! He gave one final lick that started at the very back of her little cunt-area, and ran all the way up, parting her labia, running over the membrane, and finally ending up with the clit itself. That did it, too. As soon as that tongue touched the tender little fun-button, Emily felt her muscles give a final contraction and then suddenly let go in a furious spasm. Wham! the little cunt slammed against Henry's face, though he didn't mind a bit, for to be hit in the face with soft wet cuntflesh is really a rather pleasant experience, and anyway, he was too distracted to worry about that, for he was right at the moment of his own come, at that moment when it is impossible for a man to concentrate on anything but the gathering in his own loins. Then the sudden hard, involuntary spurts sent his manhood flying in great creamy gobs, while the furious, boiling balls pumped and pumped away, as if they wanted to pump the man's soul inside out.
Pump! Pump! Pump! The cream shot into the eager, eleven year old mouth of Henry's tiny mistress, and she shivered with pleasure as it struck the roof of her mouth and her tongue. She had already gotten herself pretty damn worked up with her finger action between her legs, but the actual feeling of her lover, the wonderful Officer Yancy, blasting off inside of her was what finally did it.
So there they were, all going at once, cock and cunt's firing and shuddering and heaving in the ecstatic spasms of the come. Little Emily's soft twat felt like it was going to melt and turn into molasses, so intense was the feeling of sweetness, and the feeling of it ramming itself against Henry's face was even more exciting, while meanwhile, Henry was gasping and firing his wad, and his true love, little Melanie, was getting it off too as she felt the male come-juice in her mouth.
Bang! Bang! Bang! It was a really great three-way go, and when they were done, they really all felt wrung out and exhausted. Emily continued for a while to sit on Henry's face, while Melanie continued to keep his prick in her mouth. He gave a couple of extra licks to the little twat that was so near and so sweet, for of course it was covered in pussy juice, and that's something that no man can resist, and likewise, even though she had already drunk up all of the spunk, Melanie continued to suck Henry's dick, like a baby sucks a pacifier that's put in its mouth. Finally, tired but very happy, they got themselves untangled, and Henry said, "I guess you girls had better be running along home now, or your mothers will be getting worried."