Chapter 8
Officer Yancy had really been grinding his teeth for the past five days, for for all that time he had not had a chance to fire his male load into Melanie's hot little twat.
The reason was simple enough. The moment that Melanie had so long waited for had finally arrived, and she was having her first period. Now there are some couples who see nothing wrong with engaging in sex during the woman's period, but out on the vacant lot, with no bathroom facilities and so forth, it had just seemed too complicated. So they had decided to wait.
Of course, Melanie was terribly excited, and so was little Emily. Emily hadn't had her menacle yet, and it was a tribute both to how much the experience of seducing a grown man had steadied her self-confidence, and her friendship for Melanie, that she was unable to feel anything but happiness for her little friend, who having been fucked, and having had her first period, could now be said to be a woman in every sense of the term.
Yancy was very happy for the little girl, since he knew how much all of this meant to her, but he was a trifle sad, too, for he could see how in, say, three or at the most four years, his love for the little girl would start to wane, as she came to more and more resemble a regular full-grown woman.
But it was sure as hell strong enough now, and the knowledge that his little lover was going through such an important event in her life made him feel incredibly close to her, and incredibly protective.
They would walk back from the school, and when they passed the vacant lot, she would look at him with tender eyes as if to say, "Not yet, darling, but soon."
The trouble was that he had gotten so used to a regular diet of sex from the little girl that he was finding it really difficult to do without, and the thought that he would have to undergo this deprivation from now on on a regular monthly basis irritated him almost as much as the thought of Melanie's budding womanhood fascinated and attracted him.
He would have tried to make do with Emily, but the trouble was that she just wasn't that available any more.
Two days a week, as he knew from Melanie, she would be being fucked by the art teacher, MacFaddy, all with the consent of Linda, who knew that she was basically a normal little girl, and that she needed prick. Had the child not seduced MacFaddy, she presumably would have gotten this prick off of him, but as it was, she now felt a certain responsibility towards the art teacher, for her conscience was still not completely reassured on the "using" angle. The rest of the time she was with Linda at the vacant lot.
Now Linda didn't mind some swapping fun, as long as there were enough people to swap, so that no one would be left out in the cold. But with Melanie temporarily out of action, that only left three of them, which wasn't enough. Of course there were various three-way techniques known to man, but it still would have made things more complicated, and anyway, he hated to present himself as a sort of sexual beggar coming cutting in on someone else's stock of sex.
So he just kicked his heels and was snappy with all the kids who spoke to him in the morning. It was hard for him not to be snappy with Melanie. And what made this all the worse was the fact that as this was Melanie's first period, he had no way of guessing how long it might last.
And then, on the fifth day, little Melanie came skipping up to him as the torrent of kids poured out of the school at the end of the day, and said, "Officer Yancy, I'm all set if you are."
Was he! Boy! just the mention of the fact that she was ready for action again, combined with the sight of her delicate feminine little face as she looked up at him with a "fuck-me" expression on it (for she had missed his prick just as much as he had missed her cunt, although she was very excited about her first period) was enough to cause his prick to swell up and make an embarrassing lump underneath his pants. Well, actually, it wasn't really embarrassing, for he felt so happy at the prospect of getting back inside Melanie that he didn't care who knew about their love, or what happened to them.
Of course, they walked along at an almost-running pace until they got to the vacant lot that was in a sense their spot of ground, while all the time, Henry's prick got bigger and bigger, and more and more furious and eager, so that he really started to wonder how the hell he was ever going to hold out until he managed to get his gun inside his little girlfriend.
At the fucking ground they found Emily and Linda, who were just starting to get into the act. Emily had her arms around the older female, and was kissing her, and Linda's bra had somehow disappeared, so that in fact Emily's body could relish the feel of the soft globes and particularly of the hard and furious nipples.
"Hi, Linda, Emily," Melanie said cheerily, but it was perfectly obvious that she was in a real panic to get her clothes off and get Officer Yancy's prick into her soft wet cunt.
"Hi, Melanie," the two others chorused, and then Linda added, "and congratulations!" There was no need for Emily to do any congratulating, for she and Melanie had already discussed the mystery of Melanie's first period at great length, and Emily had already offered her perfectly sincere congratulations.
Henry was fumbling with his pants now, while Melanie was tugging away at her cotton dress. Normally, both of them preferred to undress each other, but now their frantic need for each other's sex organs was such that there could really be no question about wasting time. Waiting may be the best part of sex, sometimes, but there are limits to everything.
Then, they were both naked, and little Melanie's eyes opened wide as she got a glimpse of Officer Yancy's prick, which was now as hard as iron, and just trembling with eagerness to get into the soft pink recesses of her cunt.
His lips met hers, and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. But great though kissing usually is, there are times when it just isn't enough, when what is needed is the feeling of sleek cock-skin sliding up and down in a warm, wet cunt, to the rhythm of a pair of grinding pelvises. As Melanie and Henry both embraced, his cock got caught up between them, so that it was crushed between their bodies, and as both of them felt the hard shaft between them, both of them realized how much they wanted it to be inside of Melanie's delicate little body.
While waiting out his little girlfriend's first period, Henry had spent a good bit of his time wondering how they should celebrate, that is to say, which position they should use, and so forth. But now, their boiling, randy fuck-need was such that they realized that no fancy stuff could possibly satisfy them. What they needed was simply the explosive release of a come, the feeling of male shudders and female shudders joining together as the come of a forty year old man mixes with the juice of an eleven year old little woman! So he threw her down almost roughly and climbed into the driver's seat.
Man, was she ready for it. After five days without prick, and those were five days of feeling particularly feminine and hence particularly passive, she wanted to feel herself penetrated, violated, like nobody's business, and so she sighed as she spread her legs, and opened her private little hole to receive the furious onslaught that was coming.
He spent just a split second enjoying the sight of the spread thighs, the pink labia, and the dark little hole with its driblets of dripping pussy juice. Then, he thrust his meat in.
His earlier experience with Melanie had taught him that just because a girl is a trifle young, say eleven, it doesn't mean that her twat isn't ready for randy male prick or the pulsating come that it wants to have, so this time he was able to be a trifle more vigorous with his attack, and not worry quite so much about being careful with the little maiden.
And she liked that just fine for as she felt the hard male knob sliding between her labia, felt the strength and insistence of a male organ and of male loins that simply refused to be denied, she sighed at the thought of the wonderful, irresponsible, passive role which women were allowed to enjoy. The past five days without the meat of Officer Yancy had not been easy, but at the same time it felt like they were worth it, for they had gotten him so fucking worked up that he was a real lion, a real powerhouse, a furious-for-a-come dick that was frantic with its craving to feel a woman's body around it as it fired it's gooey wad into her.
IN! the prick went, and then OUT! it yanked. All the tenderness was still there, for nothing could possibly change the love which the two of them felt for one another, but at the same time, in Officer Yancy's case the gentleness was marked by a new aggresivity too.
IN! OUT! IN! OUT! That felt heavenly between her legs, that furious bucking and heaving of a horny man reaching towards a blastoff. The sliding of the cock in her sopping little cunt was great, of course, but that wasn't all. There was just the feeling of his being totally in control.
IN! OUT! IN! OUT! cock sliding against cunt, skin to skin, but lubricated by the passion of the woman's pussy, for in this case, little Melanie felt so damn wet that any petroleum jelly or other lubricant would have seemed totally out of place.
Their muscles tensed, their teeth grated, and it seemed as if every nerve in their bodies were tensing for the frantic release that they both craved. For little Melanie, it seemed as if her little cunt had already dissolved into some sort of sugar-water, as the tormented thing felt the pressure of the randy and anxious prick. Meanwhile, Henry's rod seemed to be swollen to twice its size, and as the big thing worked inside of her, Melanie could swear that she felt it pulsing with its eagerness to deliver its load of come right on schedule.
IN! OUT! IN! OUT! As the two bodies heaved against each other, with the middle aged man really slamming it to the young girl whose body he had penetrated, both of the lovers felt themselves being wound tighter and tighter, until it seemed that one more good heave would bust the spring. But in fact it didn't, and as heave succeeded to heave, it seemed for a dreadful moment that the spring would never bust, and that they would just get wound tighter and tighter without anything ever releasing them from their incredible fiery come-want.
Then, all of a sudden, both of them realized that they were almost there. Both of them were gasping like fish out of water, and both of them felt a special sort of tension in their bodies, a sort of realization that the torture simply couldn't go on, that it must resolve itself in the spasms of a come.
A long second at the very top of the roller coaster, with prick and cock together quivering with eagerness for that final stroke. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, he rammed the prick in one last time into the agonized little box. As the meat slid on the cuntflesh, both of them could feel the pleasure building to the bursting point, and then all of a sudden, the bubble burst and the two of them were slamming off together with his stiff dick firing in heavy, even spurts into the recesses of her cunt. It felt incredibly, unimaginably good to feel the ball juice spurt through his rod, jump out of the pisshole and squirt against the inside of his little lover's twat. It all made him feel incredibly sexy and masculine.
Certainly, she couldn't have felt more feminine, what with the way in which her whole little body shook, and the way in which her cunt seemed to try and almost clutch the bubbling cock, as if it wanted somehow to hold onto it and to retain it, so that it couldn't escape, but would have to always remain in her cunt, filling the soft organ out to its proper distended shape.
What a come, with its perfect unison and the feeling between the two lovers of the perfect unity of their bodies!
"OHHH! OH NO! NO! NO!!" she gasped as the waves of pleasure sloshed over her. By the "no" she didn't mean that she wished that things were happening differently, for only a fool could possibly wish that at such an ecstatic moment of cock-cunt-union. What she meant was simply that the pleasure of feeling her middle-aged lover's prick vibrating and coming in her cunt was so delightful that she could hardly bear the thought of it.
At last they had both ridden the spasms out, and could just lay there in that blissful moment of post-come bliss, when all the muscles are relaxed, and when the whole body just seems drained of its energy.
Of course, each of them still had the energy to give gentle kisses to one another, but that really represented about the limit in many ways.
Meanwhile, as this tender scene of re-union was going on, little Emily and Linda were having a really royal bang-off, a sort of super sixty-nine in which they had managed to prolong the moment of final pleasure and release to the point where they had hardly even been able to breathe, so that when the bang-off had finally come, it had felt as if they had more or less permanently broken their bodies, so intense had the spasms been.
With both couples finished at once for the moment, it was quite inevitable that they should spend some time chatting together, as they sat around on the old refrigerator and on the crabgrass, stark naked, with the pussy-fluid still dribbling down the girls' legs, and with the come still dripping from Henry's cock, and spinning long, fine spider-web type threads as it dropped off. They felt no shame at their nakedness, nor at the sexual pleasure that they had just felt, for they had managed to lose a good part of their ridiculous puritan inhibitions. Or rather, Henry and particularly Linda had managed to lose a good part of theirs. Thanks to the incredible luck that Emily and Melanie had had in getting hooked up with a couple of understanding pedophiles, there was every chance in the world that Emily and Melanie would never develop the ridiculous fears and frustrations which trouble all other people when they try to have a bit of sexual fun.
"How about some four way action?" Henry suggested, for he had come to rather like Linda, and anyway, both of them had fucked in common on this vacant lot for so long that somehow a fuck which would involve all the members of the little club seemed like it would be in order.
The only trouble was that it was hard to think of a position which could be shared by three women and a man. Not merely hard, in fact, but impossible.
"That doesn't look like it'll pan out, for anatomical reasons," Linda said. "I mean, we girls are just built to play a sort of passive role, and that's all that there is to it. Why don't we just all switch around, for a change, back like we used to do?"
The idea struck everyone as pretty good, so it was to be Melanie and Linda, and Henry and Emily.
"Emily, how would you like to learn a new and semi-jazzy sort of way of screwing?"
The eager expression on the girl's face before she even had a chance of answering showed clearly enough what a splendid idea she thought that was.
"It's called 'top-riding'," he said "and this is how it's done." And in a few words he outlined the position, for he felt that since women were such naturally intelligent and inventive creatures, it was only reasonable that he allow the girl a chance to try out some of her own ideas on his prick.
He lay down on the grass, and the little girl started to sit on his prick. She had a knee resting on either side of his body, and as she worked her way down, it was plain that the whole name of the game was getting that prick of his inside her body.
He held the rod stiff and upright, and indeed it was slightly painful to have to keep the thing bent up like that, but he certainly didn't mind. Already, he felt the softness and the moisture of her little cunt around the tip of his knob. Then, down she started to slide, with the most impish expression on her face that one could possibly imagine.
Top-riding is not necessarily an easy position for anyone to do, particularly a girl of eleven, but from the time that he had spent with both Melanie and Emily, Officer Yancy had come to realize that these were very special children indeed, and that there were all sorts of things that they could be trusted to understand, particularly about sex, which one would have really thought beyond the grasp of girls so little.
But with the ease of a pro, though with an innocent giggle, too, which no pro would have used, the little angel slid herself slowly down on Henry's prick, gorging herself with the hard meat, smiling and feeling incredibly feminine as the empty space in her body was distended and made ready for use by the presence of a dick, the only thing that can transform the flat cunt into the wonderful tube that it is.
Meanwhile, Melanie and Linda certainly weren't letting any grass grow under their feet. It was Melanie in particular who was the real driving force in the fuck, for just as she had had to do without prick for the last five days, so she had gotten no cunt either, and being a normal, healthy young girl, she was desperate for both. Henry had satisfied her need for prick, at least for the time being, but the pleasure that she had had the last time she had sixty-nined Linda had been so glowing and intense that she was more than eager for some lesbo action. Like many girls, she tended to compartmentalize her life, with the result that her having just received a delicious heterosexual bang-off from a guy whom she loved did not in any way effect the craving that she had to have some soft, yielding labia against her tongue, or a chance to lap up the drops of pussy fluid.
The girls had started with a kiss, of course, but having already sixty-nined each other, and in consequence being free of any ridiculous false modesty on the subject of each other's cravings, they had gone on to more serious things than kissing almost right away, and by now, they had their faces buried in each other's twats, while their tongues licked frantically away at one another.
Meanwhile, little Emily was having the time of her life. She was a very feminine little girl, and in consequence had nothing at all against playing the passive role in sex, but there was something genuinely exhilarating and exciting about this new task that she had.
Up, down, up, down, she went, and with every stroke, whether it was an upstroke or a downstroke, she could feel the muscles in her legs pull in the most tantalizing way, and could feel the frantic eagerness of the prick as it poked and prodded inside her pink girlish pudding.
UP! DOWN! UP! DOWN! She was really getting pretty damned charged up, and her strokes were coming faster and faster now, though of course not with anything like the fury of a man when he is bucking to a come with his rod as it trembles in anticipation of firing large, gooey gobs into a feminine hole. And that was because she was thoroughly feminine, even though she was only eleven, and was making no effort whatever to be any sort of little imitation man.
He felt the contraction of his balls under the root of his prick, felt himself tensing, as still the incredibly tantalizing, teasing motion continued.
UP! DOWN! UP! DOWN! He was gasping for breath at the thought of lying there completely passive and helpless, while an eleven year old child struggled to give him the maximum amount of pleasure which it was possible for a soft, wet, little cunt to give to a hard, rampant prick.
She felt herself tensing too, and knew that it was coming, which was no surprise, for judging from the way in which her motions had brought the super-tender labia rubbing and chafing against the even more sensitive clit, it was almost strange that the girl hadn't blasted off already.
Then, wham! wham! wham! They were blasting off together, with her feeling the hard pole quiver its load and shoot it straight up into her like some sort of rocket, as her little pelvis ground and shook against the shuddering male body underneath her.
And Melanie and Linda had gotten it off too. That had all worked out fine from the word go, when Linda had had a chance to smell the girl smell that penetrated Melanie's cunt for the first time now that she had become a woman in every sense of the word. Her own tongue had reached out and slid along Melanie's glistening labia, while Melanie had concentrated on the deep hole itself, and she had slid her tongue down into the mysterious feminine recesses.
At that rate, of course, it doesn't take too long for a couple of healthy females to get themselves to where they want to go, and so in not too long, both women felt the shuddering of the other cunt, and frantically licked at the cunt juice while the soft mounds in front of them heaved and bucked against their faces.
Finally, when it was over, the two couples glanced at each other, and there was something very special about the way in which Melanie and Emily glanced at one another. They had each had a great come, but they were both in love, and that was why they really wanted their next come to be with their respective lovers, Emily with Linda and Melanie with Henry, for they had figured out that when two people are going to tease and torment each other's bodies until they are coming in a great gasping spasm, a Utile love beats every other trick in the book!