Chapter 5
"Emily," Miss Gavin said after class, as the other kids were filing out of the room, "Would you come here a minute, please?"
Emily came, her eyes sparkling with eagerness, for since she had seen Miss Gavin's lovely nude body, the arithmetic teacher was something of a heroine and an idol to her. She wondered if this was just some routine questin about her homework that was coming up, or rather if it had to do with sex.
The latter idea made her panties get moist, for she was an affectionate little girl, and needed someone to really love. She might have been able to love either Melanie or Officer Yancy, but both of them were occupied with each other, and though they didn't in any way mind her company, and in fact were glad of it, she felt when she witnessed the tenderness that went into one of their fucks that she was somehow missing something.
She got the same kind of tongue and finger action from Officer Yancy that Melanie got, but somehow it seemed different, because there wasn't that spark of love.
"Emily," Miss Gavin said, speaking in a low voice to the excited child, "I'm very fond of you. Did you know that?" And it wasn't just bullshit, either, for since having her eyes opened to the joys of pedophilia by the little voyeuristic session of the day before, she had thought more and more about Emily. She was really such a delightful, thoughtful little child, and it was natural that the schoolteacher in Miss Gavin should think about what a good little pupil she was too.
"I-I know, Miss Gavin," the little girl said with a voice that combined nervousness with eagerness. "I-I like you a lot too."
"What time must you be back home after school, darling? Maybe we could go to my place, and I could show you how very fond of you I really am!"
"I don't have much time, Miss Gavin. But maybe if we went to the vacant lot, Melanie and Officer Yancy wouldn't mind."
In some ways, Linda Gavin would have preferred the security of her own apartment, but then she figured that in fact if she was seen to be taking the child there regularly, that could be taken in the wrong way too. Almost no one used the vacant lot, and it had really been on the oddest of whims that she had decided to cross it the day before.
"Okay, honey, whatever you say. I'll join you over there."
"That 'honey' really got Emily's little cunt all cranked up, and it isn't hard to guess how the minute hand of the classroom clock just seemed to creep during the last class period.
"Melanie," she said in an excited gasp when the two little girls finally got out of school, "I think that Miss Gavin really likes me. She said that she was going to meet me at the vacant lot!"
"Neat!" Melanie said. She was really very glad that her little friend had found a real lover, or seemed to have found one, and certainly she didn't mind sharing the vacant lot, for not being a prudish little girl, she saw no reason whatever why sex should be done all locked away from other people.
Her own cunt had not been giving her a moment's peace all day, and she could hardly think of a moment when her little clit hadn't been at least semi-stiff, while her panties were actually chafing her leg, so wet were they after a day of constant oozing of cunt-fluid.
The reason for all this was obvious. She had dreamed all the night before about how heavenly it would be to get an actual fuck from Officer Yancy, and she had made up her mind to ask him for one. She was frightened a bit by the prospect, but she was also turned on by it like nobody's business.
So the two little girls were almost running as they made their way to the vacant lot, where they found Officer Yancy and Miss Gavin sitting on the old refrigerator and chatting.
They weren't doing anything else, not so much because they knew that that would have hurt the feelings of the little girls, though that would have been an inhibiting factor, as because Officer Yancy really so preferred little girls to women that when he had the prospect of having a little girl soon, he was able to control himself marvelously in the presence of grown women.
Of course, the day before he had really been anxious to get into Linda Gavin's panties, but that was after the stimulation of spanking Melanie to orgasm and then giving her a sound spanking too.
She was an attractive woman, and if there had been nothing else in the cards he would have certainly made a go for her, but as it was, he was able to control himself.
One reason he wanted to control himself was that he had been thinking more and more seriously about the idea of actually penetrating little Melanie. The risks were certain-there could be no question about that, but on the other hand, what he was doing was so risky anyway that he figured that he might as well throw all caution to the winds.
It was by no means inconceivable that this wonderful thing that he had going would be broken up by someone, sometime, and if he was ever to be carted off to prison, a ruined man, he would like, in thinking back on his wonderful love affair with Melanie, to be able to remember having had the perfect consummation.
"Oh, here they come," Linda said with a catch in her voice. She was very excited, partly just at the prospect of what was in store, but mostly at the thought that she was now about to embark for the first time in her life on lesbian love.
She was not really a prude, and the spanking session over Henry's lap had taught her a great deal about life and sex, but at the same time, she was still bound to some extent by the moral restrictions of the ridiculous Puritan ethic, which positively refuses to admit the blindingly simple fact that love between two females is one of the most beautiful things there is.
The two girls ran forward over the grass, and Melanie was in her lover's arms in a minute. He grabbed her as she ran towards him, and swung her around and around, her feet off the air, while he frantically kissed her.
It was unbelievable, he thought, that one could love a child so much. In fact, it was only with little Melanie that he had known love at all.
Emily was a bit more timid, for if Melanie and Henry already had known for a long time that they loved each other, her relationship with Miss Gavin was still something tentative and unformed. It would be false to just run up and kiss her, although she did look very beautiful as she stood there, and little Emily hated everything that seemed false.
"H-hello, Miss Gavin," she said timidly.
"Hello, Emily," the teacher said in a voice that wasn't any great deal less timid. And then, Miss Gavin looked at her in the eyes and said, "You're so pretty Emily. May I please kiss you?"
Miss Gavin's face seemed so full of understanding as she said that, and so lovely, that Emily was more than willing to be kissed by her. For an answer, she closed her eyes half-way, and held her partly opened mouth towards the lovely woman's soft lips.
In a second, she felt those lips brushing against hers, pressing softly but eagerly, and then she felt Miss Gavin's tongue slide out of her mouth and into Emily's own, pushing the lips open slightly more, then exploring around in the little girl's delicate and small oral cavity.
The tongue ran itself playfully along the teeth, and then pushed in a friendly fashion against Emily's little tongue. The response was immediate, and soon both tongues were twisting and shoving against each other in a really frenzied fashion, while Linda Gavin's hands grabbed the little body and pressed it close to her own.
Emily had been kissed by her mother, of course, but somehow, the feeling of the soft breasts against her was completely different this time. Miss Gavin always wore very filmy bras, and she only had a soft cotton dress on over her tits.
Since Emily just had a soft cotton dress on too, she thought that she could feel the stiffness of Miss Gavin's eager nipples, which had already hardened into lovely pink pebbles at the touch of the little girl.
All of Linda's inhibitions fell away as the kiss continued, and as the little girl pressed herself more and more frantically against those wonderful soft globes. Linda's cunt was sopping now, and really eager for the feeling of a finger or a tongue in it. Her clit was fully stiff now, and really aching for a teasing playful touch, of just the kind that she was sure this little minx would be able to give it without any trouble.
"Undress me, Emily," she gasped, as the two of them came up for air.
Emily's little fingers were fumbling in a moment with the big front buttons that held the cotton dress on. As she worked with the buttons, she could feel the softness of Miss Gavin underneath, and that made the task of concentrating all the harder.
Finally, the buttons, which came down to the waist, were undone, and the dress fell to the ground, revealing the lush female body in all its glory. Miss Gavin still had her bra and panties on, but that didn't matter, the sight of her was still enough to make little Emily give a gasp of admiration.
One day, she would be like that, she hoped, as she looked at the long, curvaceous legs, the taut belly, the swell of the chest, and on top of the chest, the twin globes that for Emily symbolized better than almost anything else what a wonderful thing it was to be a woman.
The natural thing for her to do next was to undo the bra, but somehow it was the tits more than the crotch that she was most anxious to see, and so it was they which she wanted to save until last.
So she hooked her little fingers in the fabric, and pulled them down the shapely legs.
As the lovely dark pubic triangle came into view, she couldn't help gasping at the sight, so incredibly feminine was it. For a man like Henry, (or for many men, if they would only admit it to themselves) the sight of a little hairless cunt is one of the sexiest things that there is in the whole world.
But for Emily, it was almost a matter of shame that her little twat was still naked.
"M-Miss Gavin, when did your first period start?" she asked.
"Oh, I was about your age. That's early, I know, but then I'm sure you won't have long to wait. I know how you feel though, for I can remember how eager I was, and how happy the first time I felt the blood on my panties.
"Some women say that they get tired of menstruation, for as you know, darling, it sometimes is rather painful, but it's still something that I look forward to. It's almost as if it reaffirmed my femininity each month."
Emily's eyes brightened at the thought that she might not have long to wait, and then she turned her attention to Miss Gavin's bra.
Reaching around behind the woman's back, she fumbled with the hooks and eyes, and then finally felt the thing come free. Because Miss Gavin liked to wear tight bras, the thing came free suddenly, as the luscious globes sought to obtain their freedom at last.
The bra, which was strapless, slid off the breasts and fell to the floor, while the tits themselves jiggled slightly and rose and fell in time to Miss Gavin's breathing.
Emily's eyes opened wide at the sight of the lovely breasts, both because she was enraptured at the thought that one day she would have such things, and because her natural instincts, the natural lesbian instincts which most women have to some degree or another, made her want to fondle and touch the things.
Of course, that was just what Miss Gavin wanted too, so she took little Emily's head in her hand and pressed the child's face between the two globes.
Emily's clit gave a special twinge as she did so. Somehow, it felt so comforting and sexy to have the soft things pressing against her face like this, rising and falling in a gentle seductive way.
And then, her own initiative took over, for she was an independent minded little girl, and she started kissing the breasts and moving her lips around on them.
Linda Gavin suspected that the child had probably had more lesbian experience than she did herself, and figured that the best bet would be to let her do as she liked. Anyway, the tenderness that Linda felt for Emily was enough for her to want the child to have as much pleasure as possible, and next to that her own pleasure didn't seem that important.
In fact, though, she had nothing to worry bout in either department, for little Emily was having a ball herself as she ran her lips over the creamy skin of her teacher, and at the same time those little nipping kisses were driving Miss Gavin out of her ever-lovin' mind.
Emily had a natural instinct for sex, and so, although she had never kissed proper breasts before, but only Melanie's flat little chest, she caught on quickly to what it was that she should be doing. She understood how to make the best use of the breast's flexibility, and how to give it the maximum amount of pleasure by using the pressure of the lips to shove it around slightly, to make it jiggle, or to press it down.
She also understood, partly by virtue of her instinct, partly as a result of her sex with Henry, that in sex waiting is one of the most effective ways of causing pleasure. So she circled her kisses around the outside of the nipple, getting closer and closer, but still not hurrying to actually come in contact with it, while Miss Gavin gasped and pressed her other tit to her body, and frantically played with its hard nipple until the thing felt all chafed and sore.
Finally, Emily took pity on Miss Gavin's desperation, and anyway, she was getting more and more excited, so that her own little nipples were budding and eager for a touch, which enabled her to guess how her teacher felt. So she stuck out her tongue and drew a long, loving line of saliva that ended squarely on Miss Gavin's right nipple, which she sucked into her mouth and started to lick with her tongue.
It was such heaven for Miss Gavin to feel that little mouth around her rosebud at last, that she thought for a moment that she was going to whang off right then and there, for she had very sensitive tits indeed.
As it was, she already had both her hands on little Emily's buttocks (for the buttocks are a great deal more suitable for sexual stimulation than many men realize) and pulled the little girl's cunt against her legs. For her own cunt was naturally rather higher off the ground.
The cunts couldn't meet as they stood there, but Emily started giving a little grind to her hips which caused the hairless "V" to rub against Miss Gavin's legs, and this was more than enough for Miss Gavin to be satisfied. In fact, she started to imitate the little girl, as Emily's cunt really dripped as she felt the touch of the moss on her little belly, and it rubbed its way around.
It was delicious for both of them to have Emily's mouth on Miss Gavin's nipple, but of course there were still their cunts to attent to, for after all, that is certainly the most important part of a woman.
Emily's little hands pressed in between their bodies, and it wasn't long until her delicate little fingers were molding and pulling on the soft, wet labia, which seemed to shiver at her touch. Miss Gavin moved the hands that she had been stroking the buttocks with, so that she could reach in at the little girl's cunt from behind.
Needless to say, it was a hell of a thrill for both of them to feel each other's hands on their soft cunts. For Emily, it was the first time she had been able to feel a woman's labia, and that was one of the things that made it all so exciting as she tugged away at the wet cuntflesh.
For Linda Gavin, it was the first time that her fingers had ever had a chance to feel any cuntflesh, and as her fingers pried away at the delicate little labia, she couldn't help but feel that she'd really missed something all those years.
She had never realized how delightful to the touch labia really are, with their soft wetness and their sensitivity. For that matter, the sensitivity is really almost the best part, for it is particularly thrilling to be able to cause a tremor in another person just by giving a gentle tug to a little flap of flesh.
They were getting hotter and hotter now, and had stopped worrying about the fact that they were still standing. What the hell, there would be plenty of time to lie down when it came to the sixty-nine which Miss Gavin wanted to give so badly to her little lover.
Tickle, tickle, tickle! Miss Gavin's fingers pulled away at the labia, and gave light little flicks to the clit, which was getting tighter and tighter, and hotter and hotter, with every second that passed, even though it had seemed long ago that it had pretty much reached the maximum in both the tightness and hardness departments some time back. If only that little maidenhead didn't keep her from properly getting at the little hole!
That didn't prevent little Emily from getting more than her fill of thrills from Miss Gavin's cunt, on the other hand, in fact quite the contrary. Emily had given a little shudder of delight when she had found that the entrance to Miss Gavin's pussy wasn't blocked in any way.
Of course, she had picked up enough from her sexeducation lessons to know that after the fuck that she had gotten from Henry the day before, it couldn't possibly be, but still, somehow, it was a real thrill to feel the way open like it was.
Well, she was sure going to take advantage of that, and so she sent her little fingers reaching down into the softness of Miss Gavin's hole, where they pushed and shoved eagerly against the yielding flesh.
The two females were hardly capable of breathing now, so excited had they become, and all they could do by way of talking was to just gasp and grunt and make other sounds of pure pleasure, as prying, poking fingers shoved against sensitive female sex-flesh, and as their cunts trembled to the touch and felt that they couldn't bear to be touched any more, just as they couldn't bear not to be touched.
"Ohhh, OHHHHH!" Linda gasped as she felt the ache of her womanly come-need, the desire that saturated her body for the release that she knew could only be a little bit farther away, wrench at her nerves until she thought that she was going to go out of her mind.
Then all of a sudden, she knew that she was about to come, and she was coming, in big, gasping, eager strokes, while her fingers stimulated the little girl the remaining few inches of the way to her own blast off!
Wham! Wham! Wham! Two females coming together in perfect unison. One was in her twenties, the other was only eleven, but if anything that only made the sight more beautiful, not less.
Their bodies seemed to be trying to shake themselves apart, and their cunts seemed to be melting with both passion and love, as the voluptuous tits and hips of the older woman mashed against the little girl, who gasped in this sudden revelation of what it was to be a woman.
The sex together with Melanie had been a lot of fun, of course but now as she felt the spasms that tore through Miss Gavin's body, she realized for the first time the full meaning of female sexuality, of what it would mean to her to be a woman one day.
And that wasn't all, she realized, even as her little dripping twat seemed to explode. She understood now how deep her affections for this magnificent woman were getting, and she suspected that the reverse was so too, for although of course there was a passionate, frantic element to the way in which the older female clutched her, there was also a tremendous tenderness apparent too.
"OHHHH! Miss Gavin!" She gasped, "I-I can't stand it!"
And then, at once, the come-spasms stopped, and two very happy females, one tall and voluptuous, the other tiny and cute, stood there pressing each other together.
After the fury of the come, it was incredibly comforting, Emily thought, to feel the soft yielding breasts pressing against her, as Miss Gavin tenderly stroked her hair and said, "Oh Emily, that was so nice, and you're so nice. I'm so, so fond of you."
"M-Miss Gavin," Emily said in reply, "I think I may love you."
It was a delightfully honest reply, the typical reply of a child who hasn't yet learned all the hypocritical conventions with the aid of which adults get ahead in life.
After that wonderful come, and particularly now in this moment of tenderness, she really did think that she loved Miss Gavin, in fact, she felt almost certain of the fact. But she wanted to be sure before she told her, and so, she limited herself for the moment to simply declaring that she thought she loved her.
Linda liked children, and understood them well, so she understood Linda's motives perfectly and was very touched by them indeed. Her only answer was to run her fingers over Emily's cheek with terrific tenderness, while the little girl smiled up at her.
An ecstatic gasp made them look around, and there they saw where Melanie and Henry had achieved the final consummation of their love. He was coming in her little cunt!
Henry had been nervous when they had first started kissing, for he felt determined to ask Melanie if he could fuck her cunt, but at the same time he was aware of the risks involved.
Despite the reassurances that he had gotten from Linda, he still felt a trifle nervous about the purely physical, mechanical side of things, and added to that was the fact that screwing the little girl would add somewhat to the risk that her parents would find out and that would end both their happiness.
So he had put off the moment of asking, and had just laid his little lover down on the grass, where he had kissed her and stroked her face, and tickled her little cunt, which was getting hotter and hotter, and wetter and wetter, while his prick stiffened up into a state of furious preparedness.
He glanced down at it. It really seemed rather big. Most men are proud of the fact when they have large cocks, but for a pedophile who wishes to achieve the final happiness, the large cock can also be a source of worry.
Melanie had also decided, after having watched her lover fuck Linda the day before, that she wanted him to fuck her, however nervous she might be about the possible physical consequences, and there was no denying that she was nervous. And now, as his prying, poking fingers tickled and teased her increasingly wet labia, she felt that she just had to have his dick inside of her.
"O-officer Yancy," she said with a nervous quaver in her voice, "please make me a woman!"
And she looked up at him with pleading eyes that would have been enough to tempt the most hard-hearted of men, and gentle patrolman Yancy was certainly far from that.
Seeing as he had already decided that that was what he really wanted to do, he was no more able to resist her request than he could have flown to the moon.
"All right," he said softly, "I will. I want to do so too, very, very much. But darling, I'm afraid that I may cause you pain."
"T-that's all right," she said, "because I'm willing to feel pain to have your prick inside of me. Oh, I want it so badly!"
And her eyes glistened with little tears of eagerness. She did want to badly, he could tell that plainly enough from the way she looked and talked. But she was also pretty scared too, and that filled him with a terrific feeling of tenderness and protectiveness towards her.
It was natural enough that she should be scared, for not merely did he have a big prick, but all women are afraid of that first penetration, of the first time that they will feel a hard male prick inside their soft bodies. And since Melanie was a very feminine little girl, it was natural enough that she should display this extremely feminine characteristic.
"Lie back easily, honey," he said, stroking her hair and looking with rapt adoration at this delicious little girl whom, in one sense, he was indeed about to make into a woman. 'That's right. Fine. Now we just spread these," he said, as he gently pulled the little ankles apart, exposing the hole with its covering of membrane.
He had looked at it before, when eating her out, but somehow, now that he was about to place his rod in it, it looked all the more feminine and exciting.
As her legs were pulled apart, a little shudder of fear ran down the girl's spine, in an instinctive female reaction, as she felt her femininity laid open for the masculine attack which it was about to receive.
She bit her lip and didn't say anything, for she was a proud little girl, and anyway, she didn't really want to back out anyway.
He noticed it, however, and said to her, "Honey, if you change your mind, I'll understand. There are still lots of nice things that we can do together anyway."
"N-no," she said, her voice choking a bit, "I really want you too. I'm scared, but there are lots of things that you're scared of that you want anyway, like a roller coaster."
It was a delightfully childish analogy, and he understood children well enough to realize that in fact the girl was speaking the truth, that she really did want his prick inside her, for all the fear that she felt.
Certainly his prick was eager enough. He couldn't remember when it had felt more furiously, frantically stiff or more ready to go. He put his hand around the thing and started to squeeze.
Man that felt good, but it also just got him all the more worked up, so that he felt as if he could hardly stand to wait another second.
In fact, the urge in him to simply stick the thing in was almost impossible to resist, but he realized that the girl had to be calmed first. This was her first fuck, one of the most important experiences in a woman's life, and in consequence, he wanted it to be just right for her. It was all right for her to feel a bit of nervousness, for that just showed how terribly female she was, but at the same time, he knew that if the nervousness was too great, it might prevent her from enjoying the fuck, and he loved her so much that he certainly wouldn't be able to get anything out of it if she didn't.
So he bent forward and gave her a tremendously reassuring kiss on the lips. He didn't use the tongue at all, but just gave a soft pressure with the lips which told her how much he loved her, and how anxious he was not to do anything which would harm her. She understood, and the response from her lips was somehow that she understood, and that she had complete confidence in him. He ran his hands over her chest, and gave playful little pinches to her nipples, for he rightly understood that if he could make her smile she would feel a lot less nervous.
Then as she lay there ready and waiting, the woman in her eager for the hard meat to slide into her hole, the little girl fearing what would happen when it did, Henry reached in his pants pocket and took out a small tube of petroleum jelly that he had brought along with just this in mind.
"L-let me put that on," she pleaded, as she saw what he was about to do. He was more than willing to oblige her, both because he never could seem to get enough of feeling her little fingers on his prick, and because he figured that if he let her occupy herself with his rod, and help prepare it, it would seem less mysterious and frightening right before the penetration itself.
She sat up, still keeping her legs spread, so that she might be able to lure one of his hands down there (something that she certainly succeeded in doing) and squeezed some of the petroleum jelly out onto the tip of her fingers, before beginning to run the finger along the prick.
There can be nothing as instinctively and completely sexual as a female, whatever the age, for there was a sexiness about the way in which she applied the lubricant which made him think for a moment that he might be about to go off right then and there. For instance, it was true that the sensitive spot where the hard male knob joins the shaft needed to be lubricated, but there was something about the tender caressing motion with which she carried out the job that indicated that it wasn't just greasing up his prick that she had in mind. He gritted his teeth as the little minx slipped the finger around the joint, sliding it in the already copious grease. Man!
"Girls are funny that way," he thought, 'They want you to fuck them, so you agree' to do so, but they also feel a bit scared and the way in which they relax is by winding the guy up until he's about to snap in two like a watch-spring!"
He had really hit something there. Really feminine girls like Melanie are the least spiteful creatures that can be imagined. But at the same time there's a playfulness about them that leads to their sometimes teasing men because they feel so scared of them.
"Honey, if you want this in you, you'd better leave that spot alone," he gasped, as he realized that he really might be coming soon otherwise. Melanie giggled, and applied herself to greasing the rest of the rod, while of course the cunt fluid dribbled from her open little hole as she carried on the incredibly exciting, erotic activity.
As soon as the prick was greased, he thought that she would stop, but no, she now started greasing his balls. She knew that there was no need to, and that they would be remaining outside, but somehow the idea of seeing them glisten with the petroleum jelly turned him on to beat hell.
Both of them were pretty frantic now, and they could certainly not have changed their minds about going through with a regular fuck, for they were simply no longer that much in control of themselves.
Then suddenly, as she had finished the lubricating, the delicious little girl lay back on her back with a sigh, and closed her eyes. She wanted it, she had to have it, and though she was still nervous, there was nothing she could do now but close her eyes and wait.
Henry felt a surge of tenderness sweep through him as he saw the spectacle of feminine passivity. Girls were just so fucking wonderful that he couldn't believe it, just as he couldn't believe what a lucky guy he was to have Melanie.
He got into position, and moved the big rod forward, until it was pushing against the taut maidenhead. He felt a little shudder of nervousness, for the pressure was causing her slight pain, and she could imagine the greater pain that was in store for her when he actually pierced her. But neither of them could have stopped now, and that was all there was to that.
He gave another exploratory poke, but the membrane still held. On one hand he figured that there would be less pain if he slammed through suddenly, while on the other, he was afraid that that would damage her little hole, Well, he had to make up his mind, and finally he figured that while a slower (and safer) piercing might hurt her a bit more, she would probably want to be pierced that way, because she was so eager to be "made a woman" and would therefore want to have a long process to remember lovingly when she was older.
So he pressed again, firmly but not suddenly, and felt the tremor in her body as the pain shot through her.
He had guessed right about what it was that she wanted, for though she didn't quite know what the range of possibilities were as far as the piercing of her maidenhead went, she did know that she wanted to remember it for a long time.
"I'm going to be a woman, I'm going to be a woman, I'm going to be a woman," she kept repeating eagerly to herself, partly to calm her fears, and partly because the idea seemed glorious to her, so utterly magnificent and wonderful.
She felt the pressure become pain, felt the pain become really pretty hard to bear, so that she would have given a little gasp or cry if she hadn't been afraid of making her lover nervous, and then suddenly, there was a really shooting pain that shot into her cunt and up her spine, and accompanying the sudden pain was the feeling of something warm on her leg, and of something thick worming its way into her little hole, inch bv exquisite inch, slowly with his unstoppable insistence of a man who finally got something that he had hungered for for a long time.
"I'm a woman!" she thought ecstatically, as the pain subsided and the filling of her cunt progressed more and more.
And indeed she was. Her lover was through, and shoving it in.
Henry Yancy was a pretty sensitive guy, so as the pain had increased to the maximum just before the membrane went, he felt the tension in the little body under him, felt how the little girl was struggling not to cry out, and he had given an extra shove.
For the man who has thrown off the inhibitions of a prudish and puritanical society, and has admitted to himself that just as some men prefer blue suits to gray ones, he prefers little girls to women, there is no more blissful experience than that of penetrating a little girl. And when this little girl is the object not merely of desire, but also of a very pure and tender love, the bliss is multiplied tenfold. It isn't hard to guess what Henry felt, then as his prick felt the membrane rupture, and the sweet little-girl-blood on his rod, as the big tool parted the tiny lips and forced its way in stretching the tender flesh of the virginal little twat. It was particularly the blood which was nice, for it heralded the menstrual blood which would indicate the final transformation of the little girl into a woman.
"Oh, O-officer Yancy, oh, fill me up with your prick!"
There could be nothing more delightful than this odd combination of a virginal little voice with the passionate, lascivious words, which were like those used by more mature women, and which little Melanie had repeated out of sheer feminine instinct. Age to one side, the feeling in a female's body that her hole is being distended and filled by a hard piece of the body of someone else, brings much the same in the way of reactions.
Henry felt that his brain was boiling, so frantic had his come need become. There was literally nothing on earth that he wanted more at this moment than to have a chance to blast his wad off into the recesses of Melanie's still biologically unprepared womb. But at the same time, although this hunger to spasm inside the body of his little lover seemed to utterly consume him, he was able to feel a terrific sense of relief at the way things had turned out. Linda had been right. The technical problems that he had feared were in fact far less grave than he imagined. To be sure, the girl's cunt was small, and he could feel the wet walls of it stretch as he slid his greased prick deeper and deeper in. But there had been no rupturing, no hemorrhaging or anything grim like that, and he could tell from the gasps that little Melanie was giving, that he was causing her a very great deal of pleasure. There might be a slight ingredient of pain mixed up with that pleasure, but that was hardly surprising, for as any but the most backwardly prudish and puritanical know, in sex, pain and pleasure are certainly kindred spirits.
In fact, he had been silly to hesitate as long as he had. No one thinks anything of fucking a woman who is five feet tall, as long as she's a woman, and there is every reason to suppose that she would be no tighter in the snatch than his Melanie.
Actually, there really wasn't that much pain involved for the little girl, thanks in good measure to the petroleum jelly which she had so liberally spread on his dick. She was a wet little girl naturally, and all the preparations for the supreme consummation that she was enjoying now with her forty-year-old lover had made her all the wetter, but still the lubricant had been a good thing, for there was a real disparity in the size of her equipment and his, and fucking her was not like fucking, say, Linda Gavin.
In fact, it was much better. Henry thought with a laugh of all the holier-than-thou types who were held back from sex with little girls either by the outmoded puritan ethic, or by the laws which that ethic had engendered. They were stuck with full-grown women, who were fine, just as Linda had been fine the day before, but who were nothing compared to a little hot-box like Melanie. It was so exciting to feel the cunt-walls part as the cunt strained to take the overly-large organ, just as it was so incredibly exciting to know that this is the first time that the delicious little cunt has had a chance to feel male meat inside it, sliding up and down against its tender inner surfaces, teasing and tickling and tantalizing it. After all, the normal, natural position for a cunt is distended, with a prick in it, rather than flat and empty, and there was an incredible pleasure in knowing that he was the first one to do this to a hitherto-unused little twat.
In it went, inch by inch, for Henry was very careful not to hurt his little lover, even though he was boiling with randy come-need. Finally, it was in as far as it could go, and the tip of it was resting against the mouth of the womb where, incredible as it was to think such things about such a little girl, one day years from now, a baby would be produced.
He rested with it in there for a minute, teasing and torturing himself with his delaying of the banging, whanging spasms that he needed so much. She just moaned in pleasure at the feeling of the male rigidity inside her tender, tiny body, and the thought kept running through her mind, like the sound of a record that has been cracked so that the needle keeps playing in the same groove, was "I'm a woman, I'm a woman, I'm a woman!"
Then he slowly started to pull the big organ out, and for a moment his little girlfriend was terrified that her cunt would really be pulled inside out! But nothing of the kind happened, and soon she felt the thing start to slide back into her.
In ... out ... in ... out ... the pace was picking up slightly now. At first, Henry had kept it slow out of a desire to be careful, but now that he saw hcv everything was turning out all right, and now that the increasing wetness of her cunt added to the lubricating petroleum jelly, made movement of the big rod inside the tender little fun-tube easier, he was sliding it faster and faster, until he was finally going at a pretty good clip, though less rapidly than he would have with a full-grown woman.
But with a full grown woman he would have certainly been enjoying himself a good deal less.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," the little girl gasped in time to his strokes, as his hips bucked and the rod slid away inside her moist girlness. The prick felt like it was going to explode, that was for sure, and her cunt felt about the same way, to judge from the way in which she was quivering underneath him.
"Fuck me, oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" she was gasping. Man and girl together, far from the prying eyes of the crowd, just enjoying themselves as nature intended! And what does nature know of such things as ages and statutory rapes? All nature knows of is the incredible need that a man can feel, when he is in love, to stick his gorged and hungry dork into the body of the female he loves, and the same need on the part of the female to have the thing stuck into her, to have her inner spaces filled and crammed with hard eager cockmeat, hungry to shoot its creamy load in big, passionate gobs into her twat.
And beyond his cunt-need and her prick-need, real as they were, beyond the physical hunger, the lust that made both of them think that their brains were going to melt, was the furious, passionate need for union, the need to have their oneness cemented by her flowing pussy-fluid and his wonderful male cream.
His prick felt a certain sort of sensitive numbness now, and he knew damn well what it was that that meant. His balls tensed under his prick, and then suddenly, he found himself going down the roller coaster, with his dick shoving off in great pulsating throbs that sent his cream deep, deep into her while she writhed and gasped and came as if she never wanted to come again. It was frightful, it was heavenly, it was unbelievable!
She had felt her muscles tense, had felt her little body get ready for a release which every one of her knotted nerves craved, and then, suddenly, as he drove the last stroke home, she was throbbing and pulsating and coming, with shudder after shudder of delight slamming through her tender girlish body, and with her pelvis bucking against the root of his furious rod.
She had come before, come with Emily and come with him, both when his teasing fingers excited her little box past the point of endurance, and when his tongue licked her tender labia until she was blasting off and coming.
That was all delicious, no question of that, but nothing, nothing at all like this. What could compare, she wondered, to the feeling inside her of the vibrating cock? The feeling picked up by the stretched walls of her little cunt of his prick as it shot its load of cream? What could compare to the feeling of the cream hitting her inside, high up, to the realization that a man had just fucked her, and all this while the spasms tore through her own body, while she gasped and heaved as all the pent up passion in her little eleven year-old frame suddenly released itself like water behind a dam when the dam gives way!
They gasped the glorious, wonderful gasp that Linda and Emily had heard, and then, at the moment of perfect union, of cock-come coinciding with cunt-come, the thought flashed triumphantly through her mind, "I'M A WOMAN!"