Chapter 6

When they had finished, they just lay very quiet and still in each other's arms for a while, relishing the feeling of being so close. And physically, how could they be closer, for Henry's prick still was to be found in Melanie's soft little twat!

"I wish you could leave it in there forever," Melanie said. "That would be so nice!" There was a special softness in her voice, the softness of a little girl, and the softness of the just-fucked woman. She was both at once, and that was what made her so utterly and completely desirable!

"Don't worry, honey," he said with a smile, "I'm sure that I'll be able to get it into you often enough to keep you satisfied."

She smiled the most adorable of smiles, as if to say, "How could I not be satisfied with you darling?"

"You seem to have had a good time!" a cheerful voice said. Henry looked up and saw Linda there standing over them, with little Emily at her side. The thing that made both of the females so desirable was the fact that they had little driblets of cunt fluid running down their legs to testify to the fact that they had just orgasmed together in each other's arms, and nothing makes a girl seem sexier than the knowledge that she has just engaged in lesbian lovemaking.

"Good time is right, wow!" Melanie said with typical little girl candor and honesty. None of that bitchiness you sometimes find in older women, when they try and make out that a really great fuck that they have just received was only so-so.

"What about you two?" Henry asked, withdrawing his prick, for he realized that it might be considered impolite by some people to talk to them while one still has one's dick in the cunt of a little girl.

Linda put her arm around Emily's shoulder, and Emily looked up at the older woman. That was the only answer that Henry needed.

"Oh, Emily," Melanie said, "It's so wonderful having a man's prick inside you, you just can't imagine it! Why I really think that it's the most fantastic feeling on earth, and I almost feel sorry for guys, because they can't have it!"

Emily did, in fact, look a bit jealous. Not jealous of Henry's love for Melanie, because she was starting to fall in love with Linda Gavin, but of the fact that Melanie had been able to take the final step that proclaimed her a woman.

"Henry," Melanie said with a melting tone in her voice, "You will give Emily a fuck, won't you? It wouldn't change anything about our love for each other."

"Glad to," Henry said, "But first I'll have to have a chance to rest up. Why don't you girls do something to get me all turned on, like a gamahuch, for instance?"

Because he had been a lonely man much of his life, Henry had done a great deal of reading about sex, and the result was that he really knew a surprising amount about it.

"A gamahuch?" they asked. "What's a gamahuch?"

"Something that girls do when they're alone together," he said smile." There are two different versions of it, but I'll teach you the one that seems easiest. Linda, I suppose you don't mind taking time out for a breather?"

"I'm a peeper from way back," she said with a laugh, referring to the time when she had first come across the happy trio during the spanking contest. She was really a delightful woman, Henry thought. If she were, say, about twelve, he would have been strongly tempted towards infidelity to Melanie. Hell, no, that was untrue, for there's a world of difference between mere physical desire, and desire that's associated with love.

"Now, girls," he said as he looked over the two sprites, who matched each other perfectly, "Lay on the ground there in opposite directions, with your little cunts facing one another. Fine."

Yes, they really were a good match. One of them was blonde, the other was brunette, and they were just the same size and build. In fact, the only difference in their bodies was to be found down around the cunt, and that difference was only a few minutes old!

"Now," he said, continuing to give the girls advice on the lesbian position, "Open your legs in a scissors. Then ... oh, I'll show you." The position was a bit complicated to simply explain to a couple of novices, though there could certainly be no doubt at all that the two girls had an amazing natural aptitude for sex. So he took Emily by the waist, and scooted her forward, while turning her slightly to one side, so that her legs could pass in interlocking fashion between those of Melanie, who had understood the score and likewise turned herself to her side. That way, the two cunts could come right together and touch. The effect was a very sexy one indeed, for each girl could feel the other's mound, and her own labia could feel the other girl's soft labia, wet as they were with the passionate contact. The two girls had it figured out now what it was that they should do, and they were eager to get started.

"I hope you'll like this," Henry said, "I've heard that among sophisticated women, its one of their favorite positions, when it comes to fucking other women."

"I can see why," Melanie said, "Because it almost is like fucking with a man. I mean, you don't have anything inside of you, but at the same time, everything is touching down there!"

"Exactly!" Henry said. "Now have fun!"

And with those words for encouragement, the two girls set to work, jiggling away with their little pelvises, so that the labia rubbed against each other in a most delightful and tantalizing way.

"Ohh, it's just heaven," Melanie said.

"Melanie, I can't stand it, I really can't," little Emily giggled.

"Oh! Ohhh! Ohhh!"

And none of this was fake bullshit of the sort that older women sometimes use. They weren't passing out any false compliments, but simply expressing in their innocent and natural way the amount of pleasure that they were giving to one another.

The hips jiggled more and more frantically, while the little girls pinched away on their nipples, or ran saliva-covered fingers over their chests, just as if they were grown up women with soft and bulging breasts.

It was all so innocent and so thoroughly delightful that Henry felt his already only half-limp cock start to stiffen up again. After this he was to initiate little Emily into the joys of love, and that was a prospect which he didn't mind one little bit.

Linda was getting pretty worked up herself, for she already had one of her long, graceful fingers up her cunt and was working away diligently. Neither she nor Henry could keep their eyes off of the cute sight that was offered to them by the two little girls before them.

The girls themselves were so hot that they felt like they were firecrackers which were about to explode. The friction of the tender labia against each other had them gritting their teeth in furious passion, and they felt their little bodies tense up in wild come-need.

"OHH! Ohh! NO!" Emily gasped, as the labia of her little friend rubbed against a particularly sensitive part of her own labia. Both girls cunts were leaking to beat the band, and the feeling of the cunt-juice between the labia made the gamahuch seem all the more delightful. Each girl had seen the other's cunt when it was wet, and so each could imgine what it had to be like now, as the two furious female twats rubbed together.

For a moment, little Emily was afraid that the friction would break her maidenhead, which was something that she didn't want to happen, for when she was "made into a woman," she wanted it to be like it had been with her friend, that is done by a man's prick!

They were about to come, they could feel it in the tingling sensation in their cunts, by the tension in their muscles, by the way their immature little nipples felt under their fingers, by everything.

And it was a good thing too, for although she realized that he was supposed to save himself for little Emily, he had lost a good part of his self-control while watching the gamahuch, and so, as a result, he had unconsciously started to squeeze his own prick. Those squeezes really felt great, but that was the whole trouble, they felt so great that all he had to do was to continue them for just a little bit longer, and then he would be spurting his male cream like nobody's business. But anyway, the little girls were about to get it off, so he was able to hang on that much longer.

Suddenly, there they were, with their little pelvises mashing the two eager wet twats together, with the labia rubbing almost harshly against each other, as the cunts spasmed and spasmed, while the girls gasped and heaved.

They weren't just gasping, they were also giggling in high spirits with the fun of it all. It was just that delightful light-handed quality which, in Henry's opinion, made sex with little girls such a thoroughly delightful business.

Two little girls gamahuching, coming together! A cuter sight couldn't be imagined, particularly as it was pretty hard to imagine two girls any cuter than these little minxes!

"OHHH!" Came a final gasp, and then they lay together with their cunts still pressing against each other, now weltering in the wetness of the come-juice. What fun! And they kept giggling and looking tenderly at one another. The dividing line between love and friendship is sometimes strange, but it is nonetheless very real indeed. These two girls had just experienced a wonderful come together. The come was physically in no way terribly unlike the comes that Melanie had gotten from Henry, or Emily from Linda. But in the case of Melanie and Henry, there was very strong love. In the case of Emily and Linda, there was budding love. In the case of the two girls together, there was very strong friendship. And so, the three sorts of come were really surprisingly different from one another.

Theirs had not been the only twats to get it off at that moment, however, for even as he had been looking at the two girls as they had fun together, Henry had been conscious of a special sight next to him, and he turned to see Linda there with a special look on her face and her hand down between her legs. Obviously her slender fingers had tickled and teased her lovely cunt until it had spasmed too.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked teasingly.

"You shouldn't peep," she said with a smile. "I shouldn't peep? That's a good one, coming from Miss Voyeur 71."

She was a nice girl and he enjoyed teasing her. It was remarkable how much of her prudish shell she had left behind since joining in the pedophile fun and games. She had had sex before, but always "normal" sex, and so she had been able to take a rather condescending attitude towards people with more offbeat tastes, and she had always felt rather guilty about her clandestine masturbation. But now she could beat herself off next to a man, and not feel embarrassed at all when he teased her about the fact.

Henry's preferences lay very definitely in the direction of little girls, but as he looked at Linda he felt that he wouldn't mind creaming his cock in her cunt from time to time. And that come, a come between people who are not even really close friends, but who sort of like each other in a funny way, would have been different again from the others mentioned.

"Officer Yancy, that was just great," Emily said. And Melanie beamed with pride at the fact that her lover was so skilled at sex that he could think up all sorts of tricky new positions, positions which he himself couldn't use because they were intended for women!

"As you can see, girls, I'm all cranked up."

"We can see it alright," the two girls chorused, their eyes gazing hungrily at his dick.

"So, Emily, would you like to have me make you into a woman?" he asked, using Melanie's cute phrase.

"Y-yes."

The usual mixture of womanly desire and girlish timidity, but he suspected that there was a bit more to that hesitancy than that. Maybe she felt a bit embarrassed by the fact that this initiation, which she really longed for so much, had to be provided by her friend.

Indeed, this whole set up was all the result of Melanie getting mixed up with Officer Yancy. Even though Miss Gavin seemed to have a real affection for her, the sole reason she had found her in the first place was because she had been with Melanie and Officer Yancy.

She didn't hold any of this against Melanie, for Melanie was her best friend, and in fact, she was grateful for the initiations that she had received so far. Otherwise she would still be playing hopscotch, or doing something dumb like that. But the fact remained that she very badly wanted to prove herself in the near future. She'd have to think about ways of doing that.

In the meantime, that prick looked awfully inviting, and she wasn't about to turn down a chance to have it inside her just to spite Melanie.

And Melanie, who was a real pearl, sensed her little friend's embarrassment, and to make her feel better, she said, "While you're getting

, it from Officer Yancy, I'd like to be

' sixty-nined by Miss Gavin, if you don't have any objections. It must be really dreamy to make love to a real, full grown woman. Of course, I'd like to if Miss Gavin would like to."

The reason that she had forgotten to say that and had to tack it on at the end out of politeness was because she knew perfectly well that Miss Gavin would like to, just as she had known when she had asked Henry if he would fuck Emily that he would be delighted to to do so, and had probably already thought of the idea. Melanie was still at the delightful age where a lot of false modesty hasn't yet come to cloud the emotions.

"I'd love to, you little Minx, and you know that perfectly well," Miss Gavin said, her i breasts heaving softly, the nipples nice and taut on the sleek creamy spheres. Melanie had said that business about how nice it had to be fucked by a full grown woman mostly to be kind to little Emily's feelings, but now as she looked at the magnificent female body before her, the body which corresponded almost exactly with what she dreamed that she would like her body to be, she realized that she did indeed very much want to find out what it was like to be in the arms of a mature female like Linda Gavin.

Emily had perked up at that remark, anyway, for she had realized how lucky she was compared to the other eleven-year-olds, who presumably weren't getting any sex at all, and who were still doing dumb things like playing house or heaven only knows what.

And finally, her embarrassment and sadness melted away when she felt Officer Yancy place one of his hands tenderly on her shoulder. He could see what it was that was bothering the kid, and he felt sorry for her, even though he knew that as her relationship with Linda, which had real promise, got deeper, she would stop worrying about whether she or Melanie had racked up the larger number of sexual successes.

He pulled her close, and gave her a soft, friendly kiss, and then he whispered to her, "Emily, it's Melanie I love, and you know that as well as I do, but I like you a lot, I really do, and you can tell from the stiffness of my prick how eager I am to get it inside of you. That shows how much I like you, and what a pretty, desirable girl you are. I say 'girl' because I know that in a few minutes it's something else that I'll have to call you."

The little speech soothed Emily's feelings a lot, particularly the reference to how she would soon be a woman, which made her realize that compared to a lot of other girls she had nothing to feel sorry for herself about. In fact, she had every reason to think that she was lucky, for she was about to get a good dose of thick prick!

And the argument about the stiffness of his prick was a good one too, because it was basically accurate. She reached her hand down and felt the thing, and he could see by her eyes what a charge she got out of squeezing it, for of course the squeeze had made it swell up still more.

"Oh, I want it in me so badly, Officer Yancy" she said. As she squeezed, she got hotter and hotter and as she got hotter she stopped feeling sorry for herself, and just started thinking about how badly she wanted that prick inside of her. And of course she kept squeezing, for, for many women, giving a prick a feel is like eating potato chips. Once they've started, they find stopping just about impossible.

"Okay, Emily, enough of that," he said with a smile, as he gently pulled her tiny, eager hand away from his meat. "After all, it's your cunt that I want to cream in, not the air.

She smiled, and then she lay down on the grass, waiting for his dick.

"Ah, that's a smart girl," he said, as he saw her spread her legs.

Not just smart, but also very sexy. The little hole was still wet from the gamahuching, not to mention the finger-session with Miss Gavin, and nothing could have been more enticing than the slick look which the labia had.

"I sure as hell prefer unfledged twats," Henry told himself as he looked at little Emily's totally naked cunt, "But one advantage to there being a little hair is that it allows the cunt-juice to collect on it and glisten in little droplets of love dew."

He couldn't help wondering whether he preferred Melanie now to what she would be in say, two years, for around the right age, it's amazing what sort of changes two years can bring. She would have slightly budding breasts, and a nice bit of down on the cunt then, and as he imagined her he saw that she would be perfectly delightful, but then, perhaps, he would look back with nostalgia on the time when she was only eleven.

Anyway, it was unfair to Emily to be thinking of Melanie, when Emily was spread out there before him in the most trusting and inviting fashion possible.

So, getting to the work at hand, which promised to be very pleasant work indeed, he knelt down beside her and started to play with her darling little labia and clit, just to get her good and in the mood.

There was no need for that though, as he soon discovered, for the slightest touches there between her legs to a pretty much instant reaction in the form of a very eager shudder.

Then, taking his finger, he started gently pressing against the membrane, for he figured that if he got her used to the pressure there of something familiar like a finger (for she had certainly had the experience of having his finger on her cunt) she would feel less uptight when he had his prick there, ready to go in.

But he misjudged that one, for it became clear that actually it made Emily very nervous to feel his finger poking away down there. For an instant he was at a loss to see why, and then it dawned on him. These little girls had talked so much about coming of age, "becoming women," that they thought very much in terms of special rituals of initiations that had to go through. For Emily, the moment at which she became a woman would be the moment at which she felt his prick breaking through her maidenhead. Now if he should accidentally burst the maidenhead with his finger, things would be spoiled somewhat.

Well, he sure as hell didn't want to wreck the kid's big moment, so he laid off with the finger, and got into position with his prick. It was so wonderful to feel the smallness of the female body under him, to know from the flatness of the chest that it was a little girl that he was fucking! Clearly, even though he only had a friendly fondness for Emily, fucking her would be more fun than fucking that voluptuous Linda, there could be no question about that.

He touched the end of his prick against the girl-seal.

"Are you ready?" he asked gently.

The only reply he got was a sigh and a shiver. The sigh indicated the furious passion that was seizing control of the little girl's body, while the shiver showed her normal girlish fear just before the moment of penetration.

Then, he started to press the rod home. The maidenhead was a bit less resilient than Melanie's, but that didn't mean that it was one bit less tender, as he could tell from the way in which the little girl trembled under him. He pushed a little harder. She trembled more, and even let out a little gasp. Of course, he could have busted the thing without any trouble if he had been willing to slam the prick right in. But again, his fear of hurting the little maiden made him hesitate, for he really was a very gently considerate man.

She felt the pressure between her legs, and then let out a little gasp as the pain suddenly increased.

Taking his courage in his hands, he gave a sudden sharp stroke, and she felt a sudden jab as if someone had stuck a knife up her cunt, and felt the warmth of her blood. But she didn't mind that, for she felt something else as well, namely the insistent pressure of his cock, as he slid it into her.

He had forgotten to grease himself up this time, but there was still some of the petroleum jelly left from his last bang, and besides, she had a slightly larger snatch than did Melanie, so there was no real trouble, though perhaps he was conscious of a slightly greater resistance as the rod shoved its way into the hitherto-unused cunt, opening it up and filling it out.

Emily couldn't believe what a delightful feeling it was to be shafted like that. In the dumb sex education lectures they talked about how the "penis is inserted into the vagina" but that had nothing at all, it seemed, to do with this heavenly feminine feeling of just being gorged and swollen and filled up.

Then, he was pulling the rod out again, and that was every bit as delightful as when he had stuck it in, or almost so. She caught her breath, waiting for the return stroke, and here it came, hot and insistent, as the prick slid more readily now on the cunt-skin, for she was secreting cunt-juices in greater and greater quantities, now that she felt the prick in her and working, bucking for a come.

And just as had been the case with her friend Melanie, one thought kept running through her mind: "I'm a woman, I'm a woman, I'm a woman!"

Faster and faster Henry bucked and heaved as he felt the passionate little cunt around his meat, grasping it, teasing it, driving it straight up the fucking wall!

Rings of pleasure seemed to soak up his prick, burning into his balls and working their way up and down his spine. He was furiously hot, and there was no question about it, he was getting hotter with every heave of that meat of his inside the little hole. He rammed the rod home again and again, and finally, he felt that sort of funny feeling that for him was always a sign that he was about to blast off.

The little girl was in a sort of half-faint, so incredibly intense was the pleasure that he was giving to her. Every nerve of hers was jangling, and every muscle in her body seemed to scream for a come.

And then she got it, and really got it, in hard, driving slams while she felt the pulsations of her partner's furious dick as it fired its load of cream into her.

She really shuddered under him as the spasms blew her apart, while her little cunt seemed to dissolve into a quivering mass of pleasure.

It was a great ride, it really was, and while as a man in love Henry would certainly not have wanted to trade little Melanie for anyone or anything, he had to admit to himself that Linda was a very lucky woman indeed.

While Henry was initiating little Emily into the full mystery of womanhood, an enthusiastic Melanie was learning from Linda what a real womanly sixty-nine was like.

Of course, Melanie and Emilie had sixty-nined together, but as Melanie was finding out, if you are going to do a lesbo sixty-nine, there is no substitute for a mature woman as a partner.

Linda, who was discovering more and more of her latent lesbian nature, found her slit getting really wet as the cute little Melanie walked over to where she was waiting. Linda certainly preferred Emily, with whom she seriously thought that she might be falling in love, but while nothing can beat sex mixed with love, it is also true that just straight sex isn't all that bad either, particularly if the person you have it with is good looking enough or hot enough. And there could be no question at all either about Melanie's looks, or about her eagerness to get into action with Linda. The girl had never had a sixty nine with a woman before, and it was evident that she was trembling with anticipation, for she figured that a mature cunt must be a great deal more interesting to suck and lick than a cute but undeveloped twat like little Emily's.

In fact, that really is one of nature's funnier jokes. Little girls like Melanie and Emily figured that the mature stuff must be best of all, while on the other hand, people like Linda and Henry, who could have certainly gotten plenty of mature stuff if they wanted it, figured that it was nothing in comparison to fresh young twat like Melanie and Emily had to offer. It was really sort of funny, but then, it enabled things to work out pretty well, since the girls got their adult lovers, and the adults got their hot little children.

Linda took Melanie into her arms and gave her a soft kiss on the mouth that was just a promise of things to come, but that was very stimulating anyway. Then she kissed again, this time more insistently, and slid her tongue out into little Melanie's mouth.

The woman smiled as she noticed how ready and eager Melanie was for the tongue, how the delicate little lips were half-parted in a terribly sensuous way, so that Linda's tongue had no difficulty whatever sliding into Melanie's mouth, while at the same time, offering just enough pressure and resistance to excite the older female.

Melanie herself was getting pretty excited, for she could feel Linda's soft, swollen breasts pressing hard against her in lurid lesbian passion, and she could also feel the hardness of the teacher's pink nipples, which were distended into bloated little pleasure-nubs, ready and eager for any action, either by hand or mouth, which anyone might be interested in giving to them!

Melanie reached her little hands around and clutched the woman's buttocks, pulling Linda's crotch against her own little tummy (for they were both standing, so of course Linda's crotch was on a higher level than Melanie's, which was a pity, for it would have been exciting for both of them if Melanie's little hairless "V" had had a chance to rub against the soft girl-moss of Linda's twat.

They were on the ground now, somehow. They had been standing and now they were lying, without being able to remember how it was that they got down there. The kissing and the caressing continued unabated, and Linda imitated Melanie's ass-caress with some ass-caressing of her own. This made Melanie feel terribly grown-up and womanly, to have a real woman imitate her in sex like this, and her little shoulders gave a heave of pleasure as Linda massaged her taut ass.

But Linda knew damn well that it was a sixty-nine which she was interested in getting, and Linda was more than willing to give it to her. She had never seen a little girl's cunt before, and her mouth drooled at the prospect. She had felt Emily up, and from mere touch had a fair idea of how dainty and tender the little labia must be, but actually having a chance to see them would be something else again!

Often in this sort of lesbian situtation, the woman who is in the lead initiates the sixty-nine by kissing her way lovingly down the body of the girl to whom she is making love. But Linda could sense how eager Melanie was to explore her own super-womanly body, and she decided to give the kid a treat. After all, there was no point in being selfish with children. So, taking her mouth away from Melanie's, which was not an easy thing to do, so intensely eager was the little Minx for more of those delicious female kisses, she whispered to her, "Melanie, my pussy is all hot! Please lick it to make it cool again!"

Melanie was the sort of bright little girl who certainly didn't usually have to be told to do something twice. She grasped at once what it was that Miss Gavin had in mind, and set about doing it, for she remembered how Henry had done the same sort of thing to her when he had initiated a sixty-nine.

Melanie took her lips from Linda's face, then, and started out by kissing her on the throat, then working down towards the luscious breasts.

For a moment, she just kissed between them, seemingly hesitant about which one she should choose first, but finally she settled on the left one.

The reason that she made this particular choice was that she was right-handed, and that had made her fist impulse to go for the right one. But she knew that most people were right handed, and that made her worry that Miss Gavin's left tit might find itself neglected as a general rule.

However that might be, it was certainly not being neglected now, that was for sure. Melanie pressed her lips against the yielding flesh and pushed, shoving the tit out of its normal shape. Kissing Emily on the nipples had been fun, Melanie thought, but nothing to compare with the joy of having this incredible womanly softness underneath her lips. For a moment, she purposely kept her lips off of the incredibly inviting nipple, for the thing seemed so delightful that she wanted to save it till last.

To think that one day she would have a pair of tits like Miss Gavin's! The idea was so exciting that it gave the little girl an extra surge and twinge in the little clit.

Then at last she reached her soft little mouth over the hard pink spike and started to suck on it, as if she were really convinced that she could suck something out of it. The pull of her lips on the nipple made Linda gasp for breath, while the little girl's cunt shuddered at the feel of the tit in her mouth.

For a moment it looked like there was a danger that Melanie would get side tracked, for she was clearly enjoying the nipple so much that it looked as if she might forget that her principal task was supposed to be the sucking of twat.

But soon she managed to tear her lips away from the nipple, although now that it was gleaming with saliva, it looked more inviting than ever! The only, way she was able to get herself to leave the tingling thing alone was to keep telling herself that Linda's cunt would be even nicer. And there of course she was utterly right!

Her lips gave a final kiss to the other nipple, just so that Linda wouldn't feel unbalanced, and then a kiss to the curving underside of each tit. In many ways the underside of the tit is often neglected by lovers, but there is certainly no reason that it should be, for in fact it is one of the most sensitive spots on the body of a woman.

By now Linda had lost all control of herself, and her pelvis was grinding away in anticipation of the little girl's soft mouth and tongue.

"Oh, Melanie, Melanie, Melanie," Linda groaned, unable to say anything else. It was torture to have to wait like this while the little mouth nibbled down towards the cunt, torture to feel the tantalizing kisses on the breasts and the belly, including the navel, which was surprisingly sensitive, but it was a nice torture all the same.

As for little Melanie herself, this waiting game that she was forcing herself to play in the accurate belief that teasing though it was really what Linda wanted, was almost as hard on her as it was on the older woman. After all, what would a woman's cunt be like, she wondered. Aftermambly hairy, but that obviously wasn't all that there was to it. She could hardly wait to find out.

She was getting nearer all the time, however, and now at last her little pink mouth was right at the top of the mossy female triangle. It was a delightful sensation to feel her tongue down there, the tip of it running through the short, curly hair, coating it with little droplets of saliva.

She was getting hotter and hotter, though, and her progress towards the cunt itself was getting faster and faster, as the insistent tingling in her twat, and the wetness between her own legs, made it harder and harder for her to hold out and continue to play the teasing game.

Suddenly, her last self-control gave way, and she shoved her face down between the other female's legs, and slid out her tongue so that it touched the clit.

The response was immediate in the form of a shuddering heave that ran through the young woman's body. The mere thought of a little girl having her tongue at work down there would have been enough to get her plenty hot, and in addition to that was the sensation caused by the tongue itself, which had really gotten pretty damned experienced while working on Henry's prick and mouth. Melanie had never sucked a real woman-cunt before, but she was a hell of a hot little piece, and so she had no difficulty whatever in adapting herself to the new situation.

What was most enchanting to her was the smell, the woman-smell, the warm, rich inviting smell of the cunt of a mature woman. She sniffed it in deep sniffs, while her tongue slurped around the labia themselves.

Licking out a grown woman like Miss Gavin was so different from doing it to another little girl like Emily, Melanie discovered. The labia were so much bigger and they gave so much more to one to really get one's tongue on them, so as to be able to shove them around and tickle and tease them. And the cunt juice! Melanie was a wet little girl, as she knew damn well herself from the comments that had been made by Henry, but with a grown woman like Linda, it was a whole new ballgame! In fact, the pussy-fluid was flowing so hard and fast that she really wondered if her tongue would be able to keep up with it, though she knew damn well that it would be trying as hard as it possibly could.

"Melanie, I want your cunt," Linda gasped, and the little girl swung her body around so that she could get at it with her eager mouth.

And while Melanie was noticing what a delightful thing a full-grown woman's cunt was, Linda was learning how there are few things in the world which, for straight desirability and cuteness, can beat the twat of an eleven-year-old girl particularly when that twat is dripping wet and cringing at every lick of the tongue, so furious and passionate has it become.

Indeed, for Linda, the discoveries that she had to make about the size and texture of Melanie's twat were even more exciting about the ones that Melanie was making concerning her own. Melanie, after all; had already sixty-nined with Emily, and so although in terms of smell and size Linda's cunt was really quite different, nevertheless there was something about it which was familiar too. With Linda, however, the situation was quite different. She had never had any lesbian experiences until today, when she had fingered off little Emily, and having never used a mirror to get a good look at her own cunt (though out of curiousity most women do at one time or another in their lives) was really rather ignorant of what female equipment looked like, even though she was a very passionate female herself.

Well, it goes without saying that what it was that she was seeing for the first time really delighted her, for Melanie's cunt was one of the sweetest that anyone could ever hope to find, let alone lick. The labia were really just right for a girl of her age and size, neither too big and floppy, nor too small to allow the fingers and tongue of whomever she was with any fun. And the slit itself was so delightfully small and delicate, with the pussy fluid dribbling out of it.

Linda was lucky in one respect, and that was that the little girl had now been deflowered. When Emily, who had a much smaller tongue, was licking Melanie out, she had found that the maidenhead really had a tendency to get in the way. Now, the maidenhead was burst, and there was nothing to stop Linda's tongue from reaching in as deep as her heart might desire.

And judging from the kind of treatment that her tongue was giving to the little girl, that was really pretty deep indeed! She slid it past the opening and down, down into the depths of the little girl, and as she did so, she noticed excitedly that she could still taste some of Henry's come, as well as a bit of the blood left over from when the maidenhead had been split. It was a weird combination, but a really great one, too.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! little Melanie's tongue lapped over the large labia, and drank up the fast flowing, rather salty tasting pussy fluid, while she continued to take in big whiffs to enable her to smell all the female odor she could.

Meanwhile, Linda was making it a practice to run her tongue as far into the little girl's slit as she could, and then to pull it out suddenly, with a great deal of pussy-fluid still adhering to it. She would suck that off, give the darling little clit a quick lick that would make Melanie shudder, and then return to the business of winding up the little hole.

The only thing that Melanie regretted was the sixty-nine position didn't really give her a chance to enjoy Linda's breasts, though she was pressing her knees against them as hard as she could. This caused Linda a certain amount of pain, but of course, pain in that department is one thing which no woman minds!

The tongues were racing faster and faster, drinking in more and more of the fast-flowing pussy fluid, as the girls found themselves getting more and desperate as they struggled in vain to lick each other's cunts dry.

There was a sort of funny tension in their bodies as they felt the soft wet flesh of their tongues press against the softer and wetter flesh of their agonized twats.

Then, all of a sudden, there they were, coming off, and as each female felt the other on the brink of her come-spasms, she desperately started to try and get some time in on the other's clit.

Heaven! It was sheer, unadulterated heaven for them to feel the pressure on the jangling little fun-buttons as suddenly the spasms ripped and tore through their bodies, making them gasp and shudder, while their pelvises bucked against one another, Linda's soft, womanly cunt, large and wonderfully mature, against the angelic face of little Melanie, and Melanie's bare little pussy against Linda's wise and knowing face, while both of them licked and licked in an effort to keep one another going as long and as hard as they could.

"Ohh! Linda, I can't ... Oh! OHH!" Melanie gasped, and from Linda's throat came similar gasps and groans of pleasure as the twat seemed to explode in a shower of sparks and as her body heaved in the exquisite female come-joy.

Then, they were done, and lying there, their tongues still giving gentle licks to the throbbing, tormented flesh.

"Linda, that was really wonderful," little Melanie gasped. Boy, Emily sure is lucky!"

And if Emily was lucky for having Linda, Linda felt that she was even luckier for having Emily. She and Melanie had just had a jolting, clit busting bag-off, and it had been great, but somehow, without the tenderness that had accompanied the finger off that she and Emily had had, something seemed to be lacking.

It had been fun anyway, though, and her throbbing cunt could hardly deny the fact!