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Little Mel

By: Lucky Mann



I was 28 or 29 when I met Melanie. I had been visiting a family member on the north side of Phoenix, Arizona. I was driving a small, open air, tiller steered, parade car. The car resembled an antique from the late 19th century. I had made some repairs to the car, and was test-driving it before returning it to its owner.

I saw a small boy and what I thought was his teenaged sister watching me from their yard. Their hair got my attention. They both had the same bright red hair. Every time I passed their home, the boy would jump up and down with excitement. 

I stopped in front of them, introduced myself, and offered them a ride. The little boy didn't wait for his sister to give her OK. His eyes lit up, and he instantly began trying to climb aboard. 

Though it was not very fast, driving this little car took both hands; one to steer with the tiller and the other to operate the spring returned throttle. So, I looked at the excited kid's sister and said, "You come too. You'll need to hold Jr. down."

With a bright smile, she put the boy in the seat between us and climbed aboard. Melanie introduced herself, her son, Bobby, and thanked me for the ride. Though she looked to be about 14, it turned out that Melanie was 22-years-old. Her son, Bobby, was 5. 

When they were safely seated, off we went. We drove around the neighborhood for twenty or thirty minutes. Bobby never stopped talking. He asked a million questions. Most of his questions were good ones. All of which, I answered as best I could to the satisfaction of a five-year-old boy. 

Melanie didn't say much. She just sat there with a wide smile, staring at me, and intently listening to my every word. 

If not for the fact that I was driving, I may have returned the favor and not taken my eyes off of her either. Even though she looked like a young girl, there was just something about her that piqued my interest. 

Melanie was a petite young thing. At 22-years-old, she stood only 4'11" tall and weighed about 85 pounds. Little Mel, as I later came to call her, was as cute as they come. Her rounded, lightly freckled, face was surrounded by an abundance of well kept bright red hair. Bobby had the same hair. They also shared light green eyes. Her eyes were set over a button of a nose and full lips. 

As the ride came to an end, I handed Melanie my card and asked, "May I call you some time? 

Her smile quickly turned to a frown. She lowered her head, and, with a hint of sadness, said, "He's not around much, but I'm married."

"That's too bad." I replied. "If you need anything, or change your mind, give me a call. The number's on the card." When I offered her my hand, she reached out and gently squeezed it. Melanie then turned and led Bobby into their house.

Bobby was a polite kid. Before going into his house, he turned at his door, waved, and yelled, "Thank you." 

Several weeks passed, and I had let the memory of Melanie and her boy fade from my mind. Then, late one afternoon, out of the blue, the phone rang. It was Melanie, and she sounded upset. 

With a voice just above a whisper, she asked, "Can Bobby and I meet you somewhere to talk?" 

Remembering the cute girl and her little boy whom I had given a ride, I quickly agreed to meet with them. "Where would you like to meet?" 

"Some place private and quite, please." With a bit of hesitation, she asked, "Can we, maybe, come to your place?" She softly asked.

"Well, sure, I suppose that'll be OK. Is something wrong?" I asked.

"We just need to get out of here for a while. How do I get to your house?"

I gave her the directions to my home, and told her, "It should only take you about 20 minutes to get here." 

She said, "OK" and hung up.

About 30 minutes later, Melanie and Bobby pulled into my drive. As I approached them, Melanie had her back to me. She was helping Bobby out of his car seat in the back of her car.

With a broad grin, I cheerfully said, "Hi guys. How ya doing?"

As she let Bobby climb out of the car, Melanie stood, turned, and said, "Not too well."

I was shocked! Her cute face looked terrible. She had a blackened left eye, her cheek was bruised, her lower lip was badly swollen, and her eyes were red from crying. 

"What the hell happened to you? Are you alright?" 

She began crying and said, "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be here. I hardly know you, but I had no one else I could call. My family is back east and the few friends I have here can't help." 

I put my arm around her shoulders, and told her, "Come inside, tell me what happened, and I'll do what I can to help." I then guided her into my living room, sat her on the couch, and brought her a cup of tea. I then got her an icepack for her bruised face. 

As she sipped the tea, with tears flowing down her cheeks, Melanie went into a story of abuse at the hands of her husband, Rob. Bobby sat quietly beside his mother. 

Melanie told me, "Rob drinks too much. He used to just cuss at me. But, lately, when he'd come home drunk, he'd hit me. Until today, he just slapped my face. Then, after slapping me around, he expected me to make love to him that night. Today, when he came home, drunk as usual, he started hitting me with his fist. Bobby started crying and yelled at Rob to stop hitting me. Rob then slapped Bobby and knocked him down. That's when I knew we had to get out. You're the only one I know that Rob doesn't know. I hid your card the day you gave it to me, and he has no idea who or where you are."

"Damn! No one should take that kind of crap. You and Bobby can stay here for a while, if you like. I have an extra room. Or, I can help you get a room someplace. I have a friend who owns a motel. It's not in the best area, but it'll be safer than your place. But first, have you two had dinner?"

"No. We left as soon as Rob fell asleep." She replied.

"Then you two relax and let me fix you something." About 20 minutes later, I served them cheeseburgers and fries. 

Shortly after dinner, I turned on some TV cartoons for Bobby while Melanie and I talked about her short and long-term options. She said she knew she could never go back to Rob. 

Bobby was soon fast asleep on my living room floor. 

"It looks like Bobby has decided to stay here. How about you?" I asked. 

"I'd like to stay here a little while, if you don't mind." She said.

"You can stay s long as you need to." 

I then gathered the sheets, blankets, and pillows to make them a place to sleep in my spare bedroom. There was no bed in the room, but with several blankets and a carpeted floor under them, Bobby and Melanie soon had a fairly comfortable 'bed' to sleep on. 

Melanie carried Bobby to their room while I moved her car to the back yard. That way, it would not be seen from the street. Melanie didn't want Rob, or any of his friends, spotting it. After moving her car, I brought their small suitcases with me when I went in.

Melanie and I then sat on opposite ends of the couch, sipped tea, and talked for several hours. Her tears had dried, and she was beginning to relax. The stress of her day had taken its toll on her. She was exhausted. She apologized when she started yawning. She agreed when I suggested she take a shower and go to bed. We'd continue our talk in the morning. 

As I cleaned the kitchen, Melanie disappeared into the bathroom. A short time later, she went to her room.

When Melanie left the bathroom, I took a quick shower and went to bed as well. I heard Melanie get up several times that night. I guess the stress she was under wouldn't let her sleep very well. 

The next day, Mel went to the local police station and filed an assault complaint on Rob. Then she went to the courthouse and had a restraining order placed on him. When she returned from court late that afternoon, she found I had made room for her car next to mine in the carport.

I ordered a pizza and popped a cartoon movie into the VCR for Bobby. Melanie and I shared part of a bottle of wine as we ate the pizza. 

Bobby must have been starving. He ate nearly half the pizza. He sure was cute with his face covered in pizza sauce matching his red hair. 

After Melanie gave him a bath, Bobby settled in to finish watching his movie. Like the previous night, he again dozed off on the living room floor. Mel carried him to bed. 

After talking for another hour, or so, Mel and I were getting tired as well. She took her shower and joined Bobby. 

When Melanie got out of the bathroom, I took a shower and went to bed as well. 

Just as I was about to doze off, I heard a soft knock and my bedroom door slowly opened. I looked up to see Melanie standing in the doorway. She was using a long, white, T-shirt as a nightgown. It came down several inches past her hips, so she was well covered. Lucky for me, the hallway light behind her was silhouetting her oh so petite body through her nightshirt. 

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"I've tried, but I can't go to sleep. Would you mind holding me for just a little while?

Without saying a word, I flipped my bed sheet back and held out my arms to her.

Melanie softly walked to my bed and climbed in. Facing me, she cuddled up close, and I firmly, but gently, pulled her to my chest. She put her head on my shoulder and snuggled up to my neck. Her left arm was draped over my chest and her right arm folded between us. 

I placed my left arm under her head and neck and held her close. With my right hand, I caressed the back of her head. 

"Thank you so much. I don't know what we'd have done if you hadn't helped." She then kissed my neck.

"Shhhhhh. It's OK. You're safe here. No one will hurt you. Go to sleep now." I whispered, as I softly kissed her forehead.

Melanie still didn't go to sleep. She quietly sobbed into my shoulder and continued to kiss my neck while she let her left hand come around and begin rubbing my chest. 

I continued stroking the back of her head and gently kissed her bruised eye and cheek. 

Slowly, Mel turned her face up toward mine. Our lips met in the most tender of kisses I have ever enjoyed. As our kiss lingered, it became more and more passionate. When I probed her lips with my tongue, she opened her mouth and sucked it in. Our tongues fought a mock duel. 

I moved my hand that had been stroking her head slowly down her back. I messaged her back while moving my hand lower and lower until I had a hand full of Mel's cute little ass. Given her petite size, my hand nearly covered her entire left cheek. A firm squeeze brought a deep sigh from Melanie.

Melanie let her left hand slide from my chest, down my belly, and tentatively wrapped her fingers around my semi-erect cock. 

I then moved my hand from her ass, up under her shirt, and slowly toward her chest. Melanie tensed, leaned her chest into me, and said, "Please don't! Rob says I don't have any tits."

"That's OK, Mel. I think you're beautiful whether you have tits or not." I told her.

"Really? You really think I'm beautiful? Even if I don't have tits, you think I'm beautiful?" Melanie seemed surprise a man could find her attractive, let alone beautiful.

Holding her firmly to me again, I softly told her, "Mel, you have a great little body. I don't care if you have tits or not. Would you do me a favor?"

"Of course, what do you want?" She asked.

"Get up, take off your shirt and panties, and let me see you." 

With just a brief hesitation, Mel took her hand off my cock, and slowly got out of bed. 

I turned a small bedside light on. I wanted a good look at the sweet little body that had come to my bed. I could tell she was nervous. So, I encouraged her. Quietly, I told her, "It's OK, Honey. Take your time."

Slowly, Mel pushed her silky, white panties off her hips and let them fall to the floor. She was more embarrassed by her extremely small breasts than she was of showing her pussy. She then took the bottom of her shirt and began pulling it up her slender body. She quickly proved the hair on her head was natural. Her pubic hair was just a little darker shade of red than the hair on her head. As she continued to pull her top up, she revealed smoothly rounded hips and a flat belly. Again, she briefly hesitated, before pulling her top completely over her head and throwing it into the corner of the room. Mel looked like a little doll standing before me, completely naked, her arms hanging to her sides. 

Melanie was truly a beautiful girl. It was also true she had very little, if any, in the way of tits. Her breasts were the fried egg variety. Her breasts only created a slight rise above her ribs. She did have an absolutely fantastic set of nipples though. Her areolas were over an inch and a half in diameter, and her nipples stood out from her chest like pencil erasers at least a quarter inch long. 

"Turn for me, Baby." I requested.

She slowly turned completely around. Her ass was small, tight, and very nicely rounded. 

"Wow! Baby, you really are beautiful. I can't wait to suck on those nipples and squeeze that ass." I told her. "Now, get back in here."

Through the pain of her swollen lip, Mel began smiling broadly as she nearly jumped back into my bed. "You really think I'm beautiful?

"Yes, Baby! I sure do. Rob is a blind idiot if he can't see how pretty you are."

Mel scooted tightly up to me and, without the least hesitation, grabbed my cock and started slowly stroking it to a full erection. She carefully kissed my mouth as passionately as she could without hurting her lip. 

I grabbed her ass, squeezed firmly, and pulled her to me. Using her ass as a handle, I pulled Mel up to where I could get my mouth on her left nipple. 

As short as she was, she couldn't continue to reach my cock anymore. So, she used her hands to pull my mouth to her chest. She was moaning as she pulled me tightly to her nipple.

As I sucked harder and harder on her nipple, it grew even longer. In no time, it was nearly half an inch long and hard as a little rock. I rolled her onto her back and divided my attention between her nipples until they were both standing hard and proud. 

Mel was rocking her head back and forth while she held my head to her chest. "Oh yes! Suck my tits. Suck 'em hard." 

I was more than happy to comply with her request.

While sucking one nipple, and pinching the other, I let my free hand slide down her flat belly to her pussy. I gave her pubic bush a few gentle strokes before letting my hand trail down between her slightly spread legs. With my finger, I gave her one slow, pussy-lip parting stroke that stopped with a light touch to her clit. 

Mel's legs practically flew apart. "Oh God!" She gasped. A few more strokes like that, and Mel was beginning to breath rapidly, arching her back, and lifting her ass off the bed. 

I left her nipples and kissed my way down her body. 

She immediately began twisting and pinching her nipples herself. 

I ended my journey down Mel's body when I was laying between her widely spread legs. 

In a short time, I had replaced the finger stroking her pussy with my tongue. A pussy-lip parting lick again brought her hips off the bed again. After several more licks like that, I settled my lips on her clit and began gently licking and sucking that sensitive little morsel. I slowly increased the suction, while watching Mel's face and hands. 

Her head was rolling back and forth. She was pinching her nipples very hard and pulling them outward from her chest. Her pussy was dripping wet. 

I released her clit and inserted my tongue into her love hole as deeply as I could. 

Mel released her nipples, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my face as tightly as she could into her pussy. As she ground her pussy on my face, she said with a gasp, "Will you please fuck me now?"

"No! I'm not going to fuck you. I'm going to make love to you." I replied.

"Oh Honey, do what ever you want to me." She sounded as if she was near tears again. 

Kissing my way up her little body, I found it somewhat difficult to put my cock into Mel's pussy and still be able to kiss her. I'm not that tall, but she was so tiny. Sucking a nipple while my cock stayed in her pussy was impossible in the male dominant missionary position. 

Wrapping my arms around her, I said, "Come here, Baby." I then rolled us over so she was prone on top of me. I took her under her arms and lifted her to a sitting position over my hips. As I lifted her, Mel folded her legs so her knees were alongside my body. She reached between her legs and held my cock. As I lowered her, she aimed my cock into her pussy. 

Mel then took control. Kneeling over me, she took my hands from her sides and placed them on her little tits. I quickly began pinching, pulling, and rolling her nipples with my thumbs and forefingers. 

After making a few minor adjustments to her position, Mel sat down until she had my cock's head in her tight pussy. 

"Pinch my tits, Honey." She told. 

When I firmly pinched her nipples and squeezed her small breasts, Mel sat down firmly. She had fully impaled her hungry pussy on my cock. She had one of the tightest pussies I'd ever been in. From that point on, I was just along for the ride. She rode me hard and fast. She repeatedly lifted her pussy up and slammed it back down hard on my cock in rapid succession. 

In a short time, I was about ready to cum. Though I knew it was hopeless, I did my best to hold off the inevitable. I wanted Mel to get all she could from our night together. I also wanted to stay in her tight pussy and enjoy the ride as long as I could. 

Damn, that little gal could fuck. 

Then, just as I began to lose control, and felt the undeniable urges of my balls to let go, Mel pitched forward, to lay on my chest, and cried, "I'm cuuummmmmming!" She quickly bounced back to her sitting position, raised up, slammed her pussy down on my cock, and ground her clit onto my pelvis. 

I reached down, grabbed her by her hips, and held her cunt down on my cock as tightly as I could. I told her, "Me too, Baby." Holding her down tightly, I lifted my hips and pumped my load of cum deep into her hungry hole. 

As our orgasms subsided, Mel fell forward onto my chest again. I wrapped my arms around her and held her snugly to me. "Oh Baby, you are one hell of a fuck. You've about worn me out."

"Me too." Mel said breathlessly. " It's been years since I've gotten off like that. I hope we can do that again real soon."

"So do I." 

As Mel lay on my chest, my softening cock still in her pussy, she started to doze off. I asked, "Honey, do you think you ought to go back in with Bobby? We don't want him to wake and wonder where Mommy is."

"It'll be OK." Mel said. "He may have to get used to it. If you don't mind, can we stay here for a while?"

"Mind? Why would I mind having a beautiful girl like you and a cute kid like Bobby staying with me? I have just one question. Do I need to buy a twin or double bed for the spare room?" 

As a broad smile spread over Little Mel's face, she kissed me, hugged me and snuggled close to my neck. She kissed my neck and whispered into my ear, "Just a twin, I think." 

With Mel still laying on my chest, we dozed off to sleep. We slept soundly through the rest of night.

The next day, accompanied by a police officer, Melanie retrieved the rest of her and Bobby's clothes from her old home. As she returned to my place and pulled into the drive. 

I met her with a hug, a kiss, and, "Welcome home, Honey." 

Little Mel smiled broadly and returned the hug and kiss. As Bobby ran into the house, she whispered, "Are you up for another round tonight?"

I pulled her close, discreetly gave a nipple a little tweak, and said, "Silly girl, what do you think?" 

Little Mel: The Cheerleader



It had been several weeks since Melanie (Little Mel), and her 5-year-old son, Bobby, had left an abusive husband. They had sought refuge with me in my home. I, of course, agreed to let them stay in my spare room.

It was so depressing to see a cute little girl like Mel hurting both physically and mentally. In addition to her face, Mel's husband, Rob, had badly damaged her self-esteem. She told me Rob had repeatedly said to her, "No other man would want a titless little bitch like you!" 

Her black eye, bruised cheek, and swollen lip healed quickly. Mel was soon back to looking like the cute, 4'11", 85 pound, red-haired, little sweetheart I remembered meeting not long ago. 

Her self-esteem took a bit more time and TLC to recover. I frequently reminded Mel how pretty, cute, sweet, and desirable she was. She always giggled when I'd tell her she looked good enough to eat. Occasionally, without warning or reason, I'd take her in my arms and give her an extended her. 

Gradually, Melanie began to show a much happier side of her self. She would greet me as I came in from work by running to me, leaping into the air, and wrapping her arms around my neck. Her feet, dangling nearly a foot off the floor, would be swinging in the air, as she passionately kissed me. 

When I thought she felt safe and comfortable with me, I began gently teasing her about her size. I'd tell her she reminded me of a cute, little, 14-year-old, high school girl. I'd then give her a gentle swat on her round, denim covered, ass. She always wore jeans that snugly hugged her hips. 

Bobby, in the mean time, had settled in nicely. When he wasn't running through the house, he was in the back yard wearing out Dog, my 1-year-old, male, German Shepard. In the past few weeks, Bobby and Dog had bonded to each other. They were nearly inseparable, except when Mel made Bobby come inside to eat or prepare for bed. I guess Dog enjoyed romping with an active 5-year-old more than chasing the sticks I'd throw for him. 

After a while, Mel and I decided to let Dog in at night. He would go to bed when Bobby did and sleep on the floor next to his new friend. It looked like I had lost my dog to Bobby. 

It was also looking like I had acquired an instant family. 

One Friday evening, I had called to let Mel know I'd be working late. It was well past Bobby's bedtime when I got home, and the house was quiet when I came in. 

Instead of running to me and jumping into my arms as she usually did, Little Mel called out to me from the bathroom. She told me, "Make yourself a drink and relax on the couch. I'll be out in a few minutes."

"OK!" I called back. It had been a long, hard, day, and I could use a tall, cold, CC & Coke and a few minutes to unwind. 

I had downed about half my drink when Mel came into the living room. I nearly choked on my drink when I saw her. 

Little Mel didn't just walk in. She came somersaulting into the living room wearing a cheerleader's outfit. Just a couple of feet in front of me, she bounced up to her feet, and held her hands tightly to her sides. Grinning from ear to ear, Mel said, "We'll win tonight!"

I told this little doll standing in front of me, "Turn around slowly so I can admire my little cheerleader." 

Little Mel practically beamed as she rotated in front of me. She had her red hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her knit top was royal blue with a gold "P" on her chest. Mel seldom wore a bra. She didn't need one, and she hadn't worn one that night. Her nipples, however, were making noticeable bumps on either side of the "P". The extra short skirt was also royal blue with gold trim around the waist and hem. From my vantage point on the couch, I could see a pair of gold panties under her little skirt. She wore gold socks that had a blue "P" on the outside of each ankle and white deck shoes.

I was grinning like a high school quarterback who had just thrown the game winning touchdown pass. Although I knew she was twenty-two years old, given her small size, and nearly flat chest, Melanie looked just like a 14-year-old high school cheerleader. I finished my drink and told her, "Little girl, you look good enough to eat." 

"Oh, I sure hope so." She seductively replied. "I'll bet you didn't know I used to be a cheerleader. Did you?"

"Well, hurray for our side! Let the games begin." I said, as I reached out to take her hands. 

Mel said, "Not yet! This is going to be our Friday night date. The ball game is over, and we're going to the dance. When the dance is over, you might get lucky." 

She had already stacked up several of my old classic rock and roll LPs on the player. While she started the music, I made us a drink. 

We danced to tunes from the 50s and 60s. Like a typical high school boy, I copped a feel at every opportunity. Though Mel had tits like fried eggs, her nipples were fantastic and were soon trying to drill holes in her knit top. My caresses and gentle pinching had brought them to life. Little Mel emitted cooing sounds each time I squeezed her ass and pulled her tightly to me. 

Mel, in the mean time, had been stroking the cock growing in my pants. She cooed and groaned each time I nibbled her neck and pinched a nipple. I'm sure our dance floor antics would have caused the principle to throw us out of any high school dance. 

After about half an hour or so of drinking and dancing, I held her tight and whispered in her ear, "Why don't we go some place where I can see if you really are good enough to eat."

"I thought you'd never ask." She replied.

I reached down, grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, and pulled Mel up my body until her head rested on my shoulder. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and I carried her by her ass to my bedroom. When we got to the bedroom, she let her legs drop. I lowered her to the floor to stand in front of me. 

"Let me undress you. I've never dated a cheerleader, and I'd like to strip my little girlfriend to see what you've got under there."

"OK, but I want to do something first." 

With that, she dropped to her knees, lowered my zipper, and pulled my rapidly growing cock from my pants. Holding my cock up, Mel started licking my cock's underside and balls. She sucked each ball, in turn, into her mouth and thoroughly swabbed them with her tongue. Then she slowly licked and kissed every inch of my shaft on her way to my cock's head. Little Mel took a brief look at the drop of precum that had seeped out of my cock, quickly lapped it up, and took my cock's head into her mouth.

I couldn't believe the pleasure I felt from watching my cock slowly disappear into the mouth of the most petite and beautiful little gal I had ever been with. Hasn't every guy, at one time or another, wanted a cheerleader on her knees in front of him? 

Mel never let her tongue rest. It constantly danced around my shaft and head as she slid her mouth up and down the length of my cock. She was sucking like she was trying to get the first sip of a thick malt through a small straw. 

It wasn't long before I was ready to cum. I gently cupped her cheeks with my hands, and reluctantly pulled her mouth off my cock. As she looked up with her beautiful green eyes, I told her, "Honey, if you do much more of that, I'm going to cum."

She smiled up at me, and said, "You've tasted me before, now I want to taste you." Mel then went back to work on my cock. In no time, her powerful sucking and rapid tongue action had me on the brink again. I grabbed her ponytail and helped her set a pace that took me over the edge.

As the first surge of cum rushed from my cock, Mel stopped bobbing up and down and held my cock deep in her mouth. She seemed to suck even harder, if that was possible, and swallowed every drop of my cum. Slowly, she slid her mouth off my cock and gently licked me clean. Smiling up at me, she said, "A little salty, but I can get to like it."

"Haven't you ever sucked a cock before?" I asked.

Still on her knees, she said, "I've sucked Rob a few times, but I never let him cum in my mouth. With him, it just seemed disgusting, especially when he tried to push it down my throat. With you, it was nice."

Helping her stand, I hugged her, and said, "Thanks, Baby! That was a great blow-job and a special gift." 

I then reached for the waist line of her top and began pulling it up. "OK, my sweet, young, cheerleader, let's see what you're hiding under that little outfit."

Mel held her arms over her head, and the knit top came off easily. Her nipples were already rather firm. I wasted no time dropping to my knees and sucking one into my mouth. I pinched, pulled, and rolled the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Alternating between nipples, I soon had them both rock hard and standing out at least half an inch from her puffy areolas.

Mel was holding the back of my head and pulling my face tightly to her chest. She liked having her tits worked hard, and was moaning her approval. 

Mel had kicked her shoes off as I had helped her stand. As my mouth continued to work on her nipples, I put a thumb in each side of her little skirt and pushed down. As the skirt and gold panties came down together, I kissed my way down her slender body. 

Mel stepped out of her skirt. 

Then, I kissed my way toward Mel's pussy. As I knelt in front of her, I got another surprise. Little Mel, to maintain the young cheerleader fantasy, had shaved her red pubic hair. Her pussy was completely bald and smooth.

"Oh, Baby, that's beautiful. Now, let's see if you're good enough to eat." I grabbed two hands full of Mel's ass and pulled her freshly shaved pussy to my mouth. I kissed her pubic mound, and worked my tongue as far as I could into her slit. 

Mel, still holding the back of my head, began quivering, and said, "Oh shit!"

I stood, and cradled my little cheerleader in my arms. I carried her to the bed and gently placed her on it. I stood beside the bed, admiring little Mel, as I finished undressing. She lay quietly before my gaze with nothing on but her gold socks with the blue "P" at each ankle. The sight of her flat chest, except for those fantastic nipples, slender body, and now bald pussy was the stuff that caused high school boys to have wet dreams.

I dropped my pants and my cock sprang free again. 

With a smile on her lips, Mel gave a mock gasp, and said, "Oh my! I don't know if I can take all of that. I've never done this before, you know." She held her arms out inviting me to join her on the bed. 

"Don't worry, Baby. I'm sure you can handle it." I told her. With a grin covering my face, I climbed into bed next to little Mel.

Continuing our fantasy, I slowly prepared my little cheerleader for what was to come. I very slowly and gently began caressing Mel's chest while nibbling her ears and neck. Though she had very small breasts, she was not completely flat chested. 

Over the past few weeks, I had learned Mel likes having her tits firmly handled. So, as I nuzzled her neck and ears, and she began responding, I used more and more pressure to squeeze her tits. 

Mel was soon moaning and rubbing the back of my head. She guided my head and mouth to her nipples. I again alternated between her tits. I let my free hand wander down her soft, smooth, belly. When I reached her recently shaved pubic mound, I gently stroked the area as if stroking a favorite pet.

I then let my hand slide between Mel's partially open legs. The gap between her legs widened as I stroked a finger up and down her juicy slit. She was already very wet. Her pussy juices were running down toward her asshole. When I inserted a finger into her hole, Mel spread her legs wide and said, "I think you found the right spot."

After a few finger strokes in her pussy, I inserted another finger and began kissing my way down her belly from her tits. Mel kept rubbing the back of my head. When I reached her pussy with my mouth, I, oh so gently, flicked my tongue over her clit. 

Mel seemed to give up on the fantasy of being a young, virginal, cheerleader. Loudly, she cried, "Oh shit! Eat my pussy. Please, suck my clit."

I was only too happy to do as she asked. While I continued to stroke two fingers in her hole, I softly wrapped my lips around her erect clit. 

With Mel holding my head tightly to her pussy, I continued to flick my tongue over and around her clit. When I firmly sucked her clit into my mouth, Mel lost it. She lifted her ass off the bed, raising her pussy up to meet my mouth. I sucked her clit as hard as I could, and she yelled. "Oh shit! Suck me! Suck my pussy hard! Oh God, yes! I'm cuming! Don't stop!"

I had no intention of stopping. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, put her legs over my shoulders, and grabbed her hips. I then attacked her clit and pussy with a fury. My mouth and tongue were all over Mel's drenched cunt. 

As I firmly pulled Mel's pussy toward my hungry mouth, she moved her hands to her tits. She forcefully twisted, pinched, and pulled her nipples. She came several times before lowering her ass back to the bed as she settled down a bit. 

I continued to lick and suck her pussy, but at a more leisurely pace. When Mel began to approach another orgasm, I teased her asshole with a finger. 

Mel gasped, and said, "You can if you want, but I've never taken it in the ass before. Please be careful." 

"We can save that for another night, Baby." I told her. "Tonight I want to wear this pussy out." 

Mel, still breathing hard, said, "I don't know how much more I can take. I've already cum at least four times, and you haven't even put your cock in my pussy yet." 

Still holding Mel's legs over my shoulders, I raised them higher and lined my up cock to enter her pussy. 

As the head of my cock started to enter her pussy, Mel moaned and squeezed her breasts. "Mmmmmm. Give it to me hard and fast, Honey. I want my pussy to feel well-used tonight." 

"Ok, little girl. Here it comes." Without another word, I used her thighs for leverage and slammed my cock fully into Mel's tight, hot, cunt. 

Mel sharply inhaled before letting a long deep groan escape her lips. 

If she wanted it hard and fast tonight, that's how she'd get it. I pounded her cunt as hard as I could until I was about to cum, again. I then dropped her legs from my shoulders and fell on top of her torso.

Mel quickly wrapped her legs around my hips. We tightly hugged as I pumped my load of cum deep into her core.

We cuddled a short time before dozing off to sleep, my slowly softening cock still soaking in Mel's pussy. My last thought, as I drifted off, was of the possibility of fucking little Mel's virgin ass in the near future. 



Little Mel's Birthday



Little Mel's Birthday: She Gets It In The End

It had been about a month since Little Mel had surprised me by wearing her old cheerleader's uniform. It fit her just like it did when she was a 14-year-old high school cheerleader. We had pretended to go on a date after the high school football game. At the school dance (held in my living room) after the game, we cuddled, nuzzled, generally felt each other up until we couldn't take any more. The dance was followed by a wonderful night of sex with my beautiful, young, cheerleader.

Little Mel's birthday was coming up next Saturday. She was going to be 23-years-old. I thought it would be nice to celebrate her birthday by taking her out for a more adult evening. I planned an evening that included dinner at a nice restaurant, a movie, and drinks and dancing at a local nightclub. 

Before telling Mel of my plans for her birthday, I had made arrangements with some friends of mine to keep Bobby, Mel's 5-year-old son, and Dog on Saturday night. Bobby and my, errr, I mean his, 1-year-old German Shepherd had formed a bond Mel and I felt should be encouraged. So Bobby and Dog went everywhere as a set. Saturday afternoon finally arrived, and we took

Bobby and Dog to the sitters' home. They had a 6-year-old boy of their own and a large fenced yard. As soon as we arrived, Bobby yelled, "Bye Mom," and the boys and Dog noisily disappeared into their backyard. Bobby never even looked back at his mother. 

Mel and I returned home to get ready for our evening out. Typically, Mel took much longer than I to get ready. When she finally came out of the bedroom, the wait for her was well justified. 

Little Mel was stunning. She was wearing a dark maroon colored dress that accentuated the red hair surrounding her face. The dress was backless with a short, lose fitting, skirt that ended well above her knees. The top of the dress split into two pieces just above her navel. Those pieces formed a large "V" which somewhat loosely covered her small breasts. The breast pieces were held up by thin straps that were tied together behind her neck. Her shapely, stocking covered, legs ended in black, low-healed shoes.

"You look good enough to eat, Baby." I told her.

Grinning from ear to ear, Mel kissed me and replied, "I sure hope so, but later." She looked down, saw the swelling in my pants, and said, "We better go now, or we may never get to dinner." She offered me her arm, and we headed out to my car.

We had a wonderful dinner at The Islands, a nice sea-food restaurant that used to be in central Phoenix. By silently pointing it out to our waiter, I ordered broiled dolphin for both of us. Only after Mel said she liked it did I tell her what we were eating. 

With mock shock, she asked, "You mean we're eating Flipper?" 

"Sure are, Babe. I guess he squeaked at the game warden one time too many." I replied.

With a giggle, she took another bite and said, "I didn't know Flipper tasted so good."

After dinner, we went to a local movie theater. I forget what movie we saw. Most of the time, I was more interested in discreetly groping Mel's chest. We had selected seats near the rear of the theater, and, as the house lights darkened, I put my left arm over her shoulder. In just a few minutes, my left hand had found its way inside her dress. I gently fondled her breast and awakening nipple during the movie. As Mel's nipple hardened, she sighed, and laid her head lightly on my shoulder. 

I don't think she was all that interested in the movie either. Through most of it, Mel was lightly stroking my cock through my pants. During the film, her caressing hand kept my cock in a constant state of readiness. As she stroked it, my cock strained to be free of my constraining pants. 

The movie ended, Mel turned to face me, smiled, and kissed my lips with a hunger that seemed insatiable. We held each other tightly, as we walked to the car. Once in the car, Mel slid over next to me and resumed rubbing the bulge in my pants. 

As she resumed stroking my cock, Mel, with a sly grin, asked, "Are you suffering much, Honey?" 

"I'm afraid my cock is going to explode if you keep that up much longer." I told her. 

Without further talk, Mel lowered my zipper and released my throbbing cock from its constraints. It sprang out and stood at attention waving at her. It was well after nightfall by then. So, no one could see when she scooted her butt toward the car's passenger door, leaned over, and took my cock into her mouth. After a few deep strokes into her mouth, she raised up, looked at me, and said with a giggle, "Go ahead and drive to the nightclub. I seem to have a little work to do here." She immediately dove right back down on my cock.

Mel was happily slurping away on my cock as I started the car and pulled out of the theater's parking lot. Little Mel seemed to enjoy giving me head, and she was getting very good at it. By the time we had driven a mile or so, I was about to cum. 

She must have sensed my impending eruption. Just as I was about to explode, she took my cock as deeply into her mouth as she could, cupped my balls in her hand, and sucked hard. 

I gave her three or four good spurts of cum before I began to relax. Mel swallowed every drop of cum and licked my cock clean. She then sat up and scooted over close to me. She was grinning from ear to ear when she asked, "Do you think that will hold you for a little while?"

"Oh yeah, Baby. That was great. I think I can resist raping you for a little while, now." I told her, and I gave her a tender kiss. Her kiss was a bit salty from the load of cum she had just taken.

With a giggle, Mel hugged my arm and said, "Honey, you can't rape the willing."

A few minutes later, we arrived at the nightclub. I ordered my typical CC and Coke, and Mel ordered a screwdriver. The drinks arrived just as the band began playing. A quick sip of our drinks and we hit the dance floor. 

Over the next three or so hours, Mel and I drank, danced, cuddled, and groped each other. We were both getting hornier by the minute, and were constantly ready to jump each other's bones. 

Since I was driving, I drank straight Coke after the first two drinks. Mel, on the other hand, consumed five or six screwdrivers. By a little after midnight, she was somewhat tipsy. She wasn't falling down drunk, but she was a bit unstable on her feet. 

"What do you say we head home, Baby?" I asked.

"Hell, yes! I need to feel that cock of yours inside me. Take me home and fuck me, now." 

"With pleasure my dear." I put my arm around her slender waist and walked her out of the nightclub and to my car. 

As soon as we were heading out of the nightclub parking lot, Mel took my cock out and began sucking it again. As we pulled into my driveway, I grabbed a hand full of her red hair, pushed her head down on my cock as deep into her mouth as she could take it, and pumped another load of cum down her throat. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm! I'm starting to like that more and more." Mel said, as she sat up.

After I helped Mel into the house, she called the sitter to check on Bobby. They told her Bobby was fine. He and Dog were soundly sleeping with their son in his room.

Little Mel then rapidly stripped naked, squeezed my cock, and said, "OK! Bobby's fine. Come fuck me, now!" She then ran to our bedroom. 

I locked the door, turned out the light, and followed her into our room. I found Little Mel lying face up on our bed, spread eagled, and grinning broadly. Her nipples were already fully erect and standing proudly above her large, puffy, areolas and nearly flat breasts. As my gaze wandered down her slim body, I was delighted to see she had shaved her pussy bald again. "Baby, you sure look good enough to eat."

"Well, get busy eating then." She said with a giggle.

Without hesitation, I dove between her widely spread legs and gave her a gentle lick on each lip. Then, I gave her a long, slow, pussy-lip parting, lick that started just above her asshole and ended at her clit.

Mel brought her hands to my head and pulled me tightly to her pussy. I alternately tongued her hole and sucked her clit. Mel was soon thrashing about on the bed. With a gasping voice, she said, "Oh Honey, yes. Right there!" She lifted her ass off the bed, and I firmly sucked her clit. Her voice became ragged as she cried, "Oh, oh, oh, God, Yes! Eat meeeeeee!" As Mel began to relax and lower her ass back to the bed, I put my hands under her butt. Cupping an ass cheek in each hand, I lifted her back up and continued licking and sucking her pussy. Between slurps, I told her, "You make good eating, Baby." 

"Mmmmmmmmmm." She responded by raising her legs and resting them on my shoulders. 

As I continued my oral assault on Mel's cunt, I would occasionally tease her asshole with my finger. I noticed each time I touched her tightly puckered hole, she would quiver and raise her hips just a bit more. I pushed her legs up further and told her to hold them there. 

As she wrapped her arms around her legs, I moved my mouth down to give a little more attention to her asshole. After just a few minutes of tonguing her ass, Mel was rocking her hips and moaning loudly. 

I moved my mouth back to her clit and shoved a finger into her dripping wet pussy. When my finger was good and wet with Mel's juices, I pulled it out of her pussy and teased her asshole a bit more. After lubricating her asshole with her own juices, I shoved my finger in her ass to the second knuckle. 

Mel groaned and raised her ass even higher off the bed.

"Baby, I think I'm going to fuck you in the ass tonight. But first, I need to give you your birthday spanking." I told her. "Now, turn over and get on your hands and knees."

With a big grin on her face, Little Mel rolled over and got up on her hands and knees. 

Kneeling behind her, I couldn't help but admire the view. Her cute little round ass was so inviting. When Mel wiggled her butt at me, it seemed to beg for a spanking. Each cheek received three or four solid smacks. Not hard enough to really hurt her, but hard enough to turn Mel's butt a light shade of pink. Each smack was followed by gently rubbing the area just struck. 

While kissing and rubbing each pink cheek, I resumed fingering Mel's pussy and asshole. Each time I pushed my finger into Mel's ass, she cooed and pushed back. She seemed ready.

"Are you ready to have your ass fucked, Baby?"

"You can have any part of me you want, but I've never done that before. Please, go slow."

I, of course, did not want to hurt Little Mel. So, I retrieved a tube of numbing sunburn cream from my night stand. I had kept it there waiting for just this moment with Mel. The cream not only provided something of a numbing affect, but also gave the extra lubricant Mel's ass needed.

I applied a coating of the cream to my cock. Then, I applied a generous gob of the cream to Mel's virgin asshole. Using my finger, I worked the cream well into her tight hole. As I stroked my finger in and out of her asshole, Mel again began rocking her hips in time with my finger. Her eyes were closed and her head, hanging down, was swaying from side to side.

When Mel seemed to be ready, I place the head of my cock at the entrance to her asshole. With a quick, short, push, the head of my cock popped past Mel's sphincter and into her virgin hole.

"Oh!" With my entry into her ass, Mel head jerked up and her beautiful green eyes snapped open.

"Are you OK, Baby?" I asked. 

She look over her shoulder toward me, smiled, and said, "Yes, go ahead." She closed her eyes again.

Slowly, inch by inch, I pushed my cock into Mel's tight asshole. 

"Ummph, ummph, ummph." Mel gave a little grunt each time I shoved a little more cock to her ass. She soon had it all I had to give. I was fully buried in Mel's virgin asshole. 

After briefly waiting for her to get somewhat accustomed to a cock filling her ass, I very slowly pulled back. I stopped pulling back when only my cock's head remained in her. Just as slowly, I pushed all the way back in with one smooth stroke. I very slowly, but steadily, stroked in and out of her newly stretched asshole. Gradually, I increased the speed of my thrusts. 

Mel's grunts turned to groans and then moans.

"Oh Honey, that feels weird, but kind of good." She began tentatively pushing back toward me as I pushed in. 

After a few minutes of slow thrusting into Mel's ass, she softly said, "Oh yes! That feels good. Fuck my ass, Honey."

Taking a hold of her hips, I began thrusting into Mel's ass a little faster until I had a firm and steady pace going. 

Mel was getting into being fuck in the ass. As I thrust into her faster and faster, she kept pace. She pushed back just as fast and hard as I thrust in. I was soon pounding into Mel's ass as hard as I would have if I had been in her pussy. 

Mel was yelling by then. Breathlessly she yelled, "Oh, shit! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard! Harder! Fill my ass."

Tightening my grip on her hips, I slammed fully into Mel's depths. 

"Oh! Fuck yes! That's it! Now, fuck my ass hard." She commanded.

I did. Using her hips for leverage, I slammed repeatedly into Mel's asshole. She dropped her shoulders to the bed, leaving her ass in the air impaled on my cock. After just a few minutes of ramming that tight, hot, ass, my eruption was rapidly approaching. I breathlessly told her, "Here it comes, Baby." 

Mel reached under her belly and began frantically worked her pussy and clit with her fingers. 

She was still firmly returning every stroke I gave her. "Give it to me. Cum in my ass."

With one final, hard, plunge into Little Mel, I held my cock buried in her ass, and pumped a load of cum deep into her bowels.

Mel's body seemed to have gone on auto-pilot. She continued slowly thrusting back at me. Her entire body was quivering. Her head was rolling side to side on the bed, while she constantly moaned. 

I held my cock in Mel's ass until I started to soften. When I slowly pulled out, a trickle of cum dribbled out of her ass and ran down to her pussy. 

Mel continued to slowly rock her raised ass back and forth as if fucking some invisible cock. For a few minutes, she continued to gently finger her pussy. As she calmed down, she let her knees slide out from under her until lay flat on her belly. She exhaled heavily with a long, soft moan. 

I gave Mel's butt a gentle pat, and asked her, "Are you OK, Baby?" 

She rolled over, smiled, put her arms around my neck, and hugged me tightly. Quietly she said, "That was fantastic. Can we do it again, soon?"

"When ever you want, Baby." I eagerly agreed.

We then held each other tightly as we drifted off to sleep. Just before we dozed off, I caressed Mel's butt, and told her, "Happy Birthday, Little Mel."



Little Men



What is real, and what isn’t? This is a question that I’ve had to ask myself more and more recently. My entire life seems to have become a horror story. As I type this, rain taps the windows, the house moans against the wind, and something scratches from behind the walls. 

I may be going crazy.

Who is to say what is real? I mean, molecules and microbes make up the air we breathe every day, and we take for granted that they are real. But have you ever seen one? No? Well, that doesn’t mean they don’t exist, right?

Millions of people believe in a God which they trust exists only through faith. Could all these millions of people be written off as insane because they believe in something that cannot be proved?

Then there’s the small matter of quantum physics. One of our favorite topics. We’ve talked about this before. A field of science so unbelievable that no one seems able to explain how it works. A field of science that may one day prove that there are other dimensions beyond those that man lives.

So what is real? 

Let me start from the beginning. It started with the noises. Scratching. Scurrying. I figured we had a rat problem. Rats in the walls. It reminds me of a story I read once, but that’s what we figured. An infestation. Sounds dirty, doesn’t it? The mere word gives me the creepy crawlies: INFESTATION. Whether rats or roaches, it’s never a good word.

The kids started up with stories about little men. Kenny even said he saw one. Kathy heard them whispering under her bed. You know, typical kid stuff. They didn’t say if the little men were elves or leprechauns or gnomes or fairies or what. They just called them “little men.”

“I heard the little men last night.”

“Little men were singing in the wall.” 

“I saw a little man in my closet.”

Kids will be kids. You know how they are. They have no grasp of what is real and what isn’t. Remember when you were little and when you went to bed you used to worry about a hand reaching up and grabbing your arm in the dark? You didn’t want to risk looking into the closet because you thought the Boogeyman might be looking back at you, licking his lips in hunger? Silly stuff like that. 

But now, I wonder. Maybe they know something we don’t.

I found a boot. One night, I heard something in the hall, scurrying across the hardwood floor. I switched on the hall light, and there it was, sitting in the middle of the hall. A tiny, perfect boot. At first, I figured it came from one of Kenny’s action figures. But it was so detailed, so precise. I couldn’t imagine a toy manufacturer taking so much time to make such a perfect miniature boot. What would be the point? But I just tossed it in Kenny’s toy box and forgot about it.

“Do they want to hurt us, daddy? The little men?” Kenny asked me one day. I just laughed.

This morning, Skip trotted up to me, carrying something in her mouth. I couldn’t tell what she had, so I squatted down, you know, for a closer look. I saw an arm. A tiny arm and hand dangling from Skip’s mouth. A rag doll, I told myself. Then the hand moved. I swear to God, it moved.

I buried it. What the hell else was I supposed to do? 

Time to move, I figure. Before things get out of hand. I called pest control today. They’ll be here tomorrow. 

Just one problem. The baby is missing. We put him down in the crib this afternoon, and then he wasn’t there. Where could he have gone? Who could have taken him? Wendy and I were here all day.

I sent Wendy and the kids to her sister’s. The police have come and gone. Questions have been asked, and they’ll get back to us if anything turns up. But nothing will. You know how I know? I heard them in the air vent today. The little men. 

Alone in the house now, I think I hear a baby crying. My baby. I’ve got an ax, and I’m going to start looking in the walls.

I can’t tell exactly where the crying is coming from, but I will tear down every wall and rip out every floorboard. I am going to get my boy back. No telling how many... hold on... 

I hear them whispering now.

Lots of them.



Little Mexican Motel



The sun was burning from a clear blue sky, heating up the air and making it shimmer. It was hot, very hot, with no wind going. Nothing was moving in the heat of the Mexican noon, even the crickets, filling the air with their nerve-racking music the whole time, were silent now. 

What a boring area, Jack thought. He was sitting near the pool of the little motel, in which he had taken a room for the next days or so. Or better said, he hoped, that it was only for the next days. The mechanic, who had taken care of his car, had spoken of a few days. A few days to order the broken parts and repair his car. A few days to deliver the parts to this godforsaken dump, somewhere in the nowhere of the Mexican desert.

"Fuck!" said Jack and he meant it. It could have been such a nice trip, down to the beach, the warm sun tickling his skin, drinking tequila and flirt with some lovely senoritas. But now he was shipwrecked in the desert, were the sun was not warm, but hot, were was no sea, only a little pool, surrounded by stunted palmtrees. And the only person coming only near to a sort of senorita, was the old, ugly scrap, who was the owner of the motel. At least he had got his tequila. He took the bottle and took another mouthful off the strong liquid, which was inside. It was burning his throat and warming his stomach. But it could be worse, he thought. The motel was nice and clean, with white walls. And it had cable TV. And… god, who he was trying to deceive? This was the worst trip in his whole life! 

He was taking another mouthful of the bottle, which had gotten half-full in the meantime, when a shadow was falling over him. He turned his head, the bottle still at his lips. 

The first thing he saw, were the legs. Long, slender legs, wrapped in black silk-stockings, going right up into the sky so as it seems. With his eyes he followed the tasty curves upwards, to the point were the legs were ending in a pair of denim hot-pants. Letting the bare belly-button behind him, he reached a pair of big, round, firm breasts, pushing against the material of a very tight top. And then he looked into her face. Her eyes were hidden by dark sunglasses, her lips were full and red, but that it wasn't, what make his cock stiffen in his shorts. It was her hair, light blond, nearly white, a clear contrast between her brown, sun-burned skin. 

"Is this seat free?" she asked with a light smile, her voice dark and soft like black velvet. 

"Uh… yes, yes it's free… ahm," he stammered, putting the bottle to the ground. She smiled at him and sit down. He gasped as her cheeks pressed against his thigh, when she sit down on his knee. How he should know, that she would place herself on HIM? He thought she meant the deck-chair next to him! He made a deep breath. Should he explain to her, that he doesn't want any company? That he wants to be alone? What a thought, OF COURSE NOT! 

"How is your name, cowboy?" she asked, her velvet voice caressing his mind and set it in fire. 

"J… Jack, my name is Jack"

"Okay, Jack, and what is a young good looking man like you, doing in a dump like this." She looked over the edge of her sunglasses, catching his look with two hypnotic blue eyes, as blue as the sea. 

"My car has got a breakdown. I'm stranded here for the next days."

"Oh, poor boy!" she purred. Her hand moved to him, pointing to the light bulge in the front of his shorts and Jack hold his breath. But then she leaned back a bit, grasping the bottle of the tequila on the ground. 

"May I?"

"Of course," he said, with a light tone of disappointing in his voice. She took a good mouthful of the tequila, swallowed and gasped as the hot liquid ran through her throat.

"God, that's strong!" she cried out surprised. "How you could drink such a poison?" 

"Oh, its just the first swallow, then its get better!" 

She looked at him, doubt in her eyes. But then she shrug her shoulders and took another deep swallow from the bottle. Again she gasped, but now more satisfied.

"You are right! It is better now." And then she leaned forward and placed her lips on his. 

Jack was totally surprised when her lips touched his mouth and he could feel his eyes widen, as she pressed nearer against him. He could feel her stiffening nipples through their shirts on his breast, he felled her hot breath on his face and he smelled her perfume, a delicate mix of light vanilla and sweat. For a moment he was totally caught, with no idea what to do. His thoughts were spinning in his mind. But then her tongue touched his lips and he opened up to her urging. The world began to fade away, only two things left: Him and the beautiful girl. Their world were made of spinning tongues, throbbing hearts, their bodies rubbing at each other. And then it was over. Her lips drew away and left him in arousal. His heart was bumping and he could feel his sweat dripping down his face and his whole body. Jack could not tell how long this kiss had been gone, but it hasn't been a short one. 

"Wow!" he said, looking at the woman sitting on his lap. First time he noticed how young she was, maybe eighteen or nineteen, only two or three years younger than he was. He doesn't know why, but he had thought of her of an older woman the whole time, of a woman twenty-six, twenty-seven of age. But she wasn't a woman, she was a girl. 

"Are you mad at me doing this?" she asked with a shy look. Her sunglasses have fallen to the ground and now he could see how wide her eyes were, making her look even much younger. 

"No! No, I'm not mad at you. It was… great!" He gave her a big smile and she smiled back. 

"Then, why don't do a round of swimming?" She stood up, facing towards the pool. 

"But… I have no bathing clothes!" Jack called after her. She looked over her shoulder, a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes.

"I haven't neither!" she said, pulling her top over her head, dropping it to the ground. Under the top she wore a black bra, which was much to small for her breasts. She smiled at him again, then putting her hands on her pants and pulling them down, together with the black stockings. Then she stood there, only in her underwear, spinning around, to gave Jack a good look over her body. Jack couldn't believe it at first, but there was no doubt. There was building up a little wet spot in her black slip! 

There was nothing to hold him on his chair. While he was running to the pool, he removed his garments, letting only his briefs were their where. He stopped at the border of the pool, the water gurgled only a few inches from his feet. Jack looked at her, swimming in the warm water. Through her wet bra he could see her pink nipples. He took a deep breath, then he jumped into the water. The water flowed around his body, wrapping him around. His feet touched the ground of the pool and for a moment he rested there, totally surrounded by the water. And then, suddenly, there were hands, tender hands, touching gently his body. He came up from the water and snorted. She was paddling near him, glancing at him.

"Nice body, cowboy," she laughed. 

"Why you call me 'cowboy' all the time?" Jack asked a bit angry, but also aroused. 

"You came from the USA?"

"Yes."

"So you are an American cowboy, cowboy!" She laughed again, swimming away from him. 

"But I'm from New York," he replied, following her with a grin on his face.

"Who cares?" 

She swam towards him and then crossed her arms around his neck. She kissed him again, a deep, long kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, putting his hands on her fabulous ass. He gave her cheeks a little squeeze and she moaned into his mouth, deepening the kiss. She urged towards him, wrapping her legs around his hips. His cock was rock-hard now, pressing against her soft belly. One of her hands left his neck, wandering downwards. She passed his breast, lightly touched his stomach. And then, with a sudden quick move, she wrapped her hand around his dick. He grunted, squeezing her cheeks harder, pressing against her firm body. She moaned of pleasure, gliding her hand up and down on Jacks shaft. Jack took one hand from her ass, sliding into her slip. Even in the water he could feel the hot wetness of her swollen pussy.

"Lets go to my room!" he whispered in her ear. She only nodded. 

How they made their way up to Jacks room, he couldn't tell afterwards. They kissed and caressed each other all the way up, their clothes wet of their little trip to the pool. But when they had made it into Jacks room, they fell upon each other, ripping their clothes in anticipation . When they reached the big bed they were already nude. In front of the bed they kissed again, then she pushed him away. He fell onto the bed, his hard cock pointing to heaven. 

"Let's play a little game, cowboy," she whispered with a dark voice. She crawled onto the bed next to Jack, grasped one if his hands and pushed it at the iron bars at the head of the bed. Suddenly she had one of her stockings in her hands, wrapping it around his wrist and tying it up.

"Hey!" Jack shouted, but she only putted her finger on his lips.

"Shh! Don't fear, cowboy! It'll be a lot of fun for you, I promise!" And before he could do anything else, his other wrist was tied to the iron bars, too. 

"And now, we will have a little bit of fun!" 

She bent down her head to his breast, her white hair flowing in shimmering cascades over her shoulders down on his stomach. Her hot breath tickled on his chest, while her hands were stroking his belly. And then she took one of his nipples in her mouth, her breasts pressing to his body, sucking and nibbling. Jack moaned in pleasure, his cock getting even harder than he thought it could get. She gave his left nipple a last suck, then slowly going to the other, her tongue gliding over his skin, circling around his right nipple, biting it gently. Jack could feel her hand gliding deeper, over his stomach to his loins. Her mouth sucking on his nipples and her hand twirling his pubic hair, made Jack shudder. The pleasure went unbearable and he braced against the shackles, not able to break it. 

"Are we a little impatient, cowboy? Maybe, this will make you feel more comfortable," she said roguish. Then Jack felt her mouth leaving his chest, sliding down his body. She caressed his belly-bottom a bit, but not for long. Her destination was laying deeper. He raised his head as much as he could, glancing at her lips, which were only few inches away from the head of his throbbing cock. He could feel her breath on his dick, her hair tickling his balls and her hands resting on his thighs. Slowly she lowered her head, her mouth approaching the tip of his rock-hard member. And then her lips parted, sliding his glans into her hot mouth. Jacks mouth stood open, his breath rushing. Her tongue was caressing the tip of his dick, her fingers playing with his balls. And then she began to let her head sank deeper, taking more and more of his meat into the hot wetness of mouth. Jack looked at her, waves of pleasure flowing through his body as his cock vanished completely between her red lips. She hold this position for a moment, getting herself used to his 6'5 inch long cock sticking in her throat. 

Jack could feel her throat, wrapping around his penis, her tongue moving under his dick. His mouth was open, but he was unable to say a word or make a sound. Not often before a woman had sucked his cock, but none of them had deep throated it. It was a feeling Jack could hardly bear, feeling the pressure in his balls building up immediately. But he was not ready to cum yet. He closed his eyes, concentrating on something other, biting in his lips. Meanwhile she had began to let her head bopping on his dick, moving her lips to the head before going deeper again, taking it all in. Jack let go a deep moan, glancing at her. She kneeled between his legs, her ass high in the air and even from this position he could see her, fingering her pussy. 

Following a sudden idea he slipped his right leg under her. He then bent his knee, until he felt her hot pussy touching his leg. And how hot it was! He could swear her slit was burning his flesh. A little sigh escaped between her lips and his dick, when she felt his touch, too. She steal a glance at him, without letting loose of his cock, to give him her OK. She pressed harder against his knee, rubbing her burning flesh against him, leaving a slippery trace of pussy juice on his skin. At the same time she intensified her activities at his cock, bopping her head faster and faster.

"Oh, yeaahh!" Jack moaned. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensational feeling on his cock. He knew that it wouldn't last long till he cum. He could feel the pressure in his loins getting heavier with every moment. 

She, too, felt his arousal. She started massaging his balls with her hand, sucking even harder on his cock, licking it with her tongue at the same time. 

"Oh, baby, I'm coming!" Jack yelled out. Spurts of hot cum blasted from his cock, filling her mouth with the sticky, salty taste. She gulped, not letting any drop of his cum escape. She sucked and sucked, while spurt after spurt came from his dick. It must been a minute till his orgasm cushioned and she hold him the whole time in her mouth, till he was dry and his cock softened in her mouth. 

Jack lay exhausted, catching his breath. Colored lights danced behind his eyelids and his heart was bumping as if he had ran a marathon. Never he thought he could shoot so much cum than he had did, never thought that an orgasm could last such a long time. 

He opened his eyes when he felt the bed moving softly, glancing at her, crawling beneath him. Her skin was covered with a film of shiny sweat and a little drop of white cum hung in the corner of her mouth. Jack thought that she looked more beautiful than ever.

"That was wonderful, baby!" he whispered, smiling at her. 

"Yes, that was it. But it is not over yet, cowboy!" Her tongue swept over her lips, catching the last drop of his cum. "Now it's my turn!" 

She swung her leg over his chest, giving him a good look at her swollen pussy and the first time he recognized her pubic hair, as white as snow, trimmed in the shape of a heart. She smiled at him, knowing only to good, on what his eyes where focused at. 

"Wanna feel my heartbeat?" she asked. And with that she crawled up to his face, placing her thighs next to his head, her pussy hanging over his face. A little drop of her juice fell on his lips and he caught it with his tongue. It tasted delicious. 

With a quiet sound of arousal she lowered her hips, bringing her swollen pussy into reach of his tongue. He stuck out his tongue and touched her cunt lightly. Her pussy was dripping wet, her juices flowing over his tongue in his mouth and on his face. He began to slide up and down the cleft between her lips, making her moan in pleasure. Again he regretted that his hands were tied up, because only with his tongue, he thought, he couldn't give her the pleasure he were able to. She must have recognized that too, because her hand wandered deeper, placing two fingers on her burning pussy, parting the swollen lips to give him better access. With a sudden moan she pressed her hips even deeper, kissing his mouth with her pussy lips and greasing her sweet juice all over his face. Jack stuck out his tongue even more, feeling it slide into the hot wetness of her. She moaned again, with a sudden cry, when his tongue entered her body.

"Oh, yes! Yes, cowboy, fuck me!" she screamed, bopping her hips up and down, fucking his tongue like a little, movable cock. Jack rotated his tongue into her, licking her clit and sucking the juices from her pussy, lost in the sensation of looking at her burning cunt fucking his tongue, her breasts bouncing up and down far over him and the sensational taste of her. It must have been hours, Jack thought, before she screamed out loud, her hips shivering. Her pussy contracted and pulsated as the orgasm rolled over. Jack concentrated his licking on the little spot of her clit, not letting it loose. She screamed and moaned as the second and the third orgasm flowed over her, floods of juice dripping from her cunt. She collapsed over him, rolling over, lying next to him. Her breath was heavy and her face was red. Only looking at her, totally exhausted, her skin covered with a soft film of sweat, her breast going up and down in the rhythm of her breath, brought the life back in Jacks little member. When she opened her eyes and smiled at him, it was semi-erect again, the blood pulsating softly in it. 

"That was a fantastic ride, cowboy!" she sighed, slowly catching her breath. Her hand caressed his chest and softly ran over his nipples. Her soft touch sends shivers through his body. The little hairs on his arms were tickling. And the she caught the picture of his half stiff rod. The smile on her face changed into a big grin, when she put her hand deeper, playing with his pubic hair. 

"I think, your little friend wants one more ride!" she giggled. 

"Yeah. Come on, honey, release me from this shackles!" She looked at him with this amazing blue eyes, the she shook her head.

"No, cowboy, my game, my rules! And haven't you had the fun of your life? Was it not good for you?" Her voice was only a whisper, stroking his ear like a warm summerwind.

"No, it was great, but…" She put one finger on his lips and he was quiet. He wasn't even sure now, if he really want her to release his chains. 

"Then lean back and enjoy the show!" she purred.

The hand that had caressed his pubic hair suddenly grabbed the base of his shaft, squeezing it lightly. Jack moaned of pleasure and surprise, his cock stiffen immediately. Her hand slowly glided up and down on his shaft, stroking and squeezing it gently. A little drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his penis and she caught it with her finger and licked it off. 

"I think you're ready now, cowboy," she said, suddenly holding a little condom pack in her hand. She opened it with her fingernails and pulled the black latex out. She recognized the surprised looking of Jack and smiled at him.

"I don't want any children yet, do you?" she asked and Jack weakly shook his head. She placed the wet shimmering condom on the head of his dick and, with a quick movement, pulled it down to the base. The tight latex wrapped around his dick like a second skin and it was a better feeling than Jack had expected. He never fucked with a condom before, maybe because he thought it would be a bad feeling on his cock, but now he could think of getting used to it. 

Her hand gave his cock a last stroke, the she leaped herself over his body, kneeling over him, his cock right pointing at her pussy. She grabbed his cock with one hand and slowly lowered her body to his cock. When his penis-head touched her pussy, he gasped in surprise. She was hotter than hell, burning his flesh with the flames of passion. She slowly moved her hips back and forth, letting his dick glide over her pussy lips, but not putting it in. It was the most sensational feeling Jack ever had, better than every other pussy he have had, better than her mouth on his dick, only so short ago. And she hadn't even put in her cunt, Jack thought. 

She looked at him with a dangerous sparkle in her blue eyes and lowered herself a bit more. Her pussy lips parted and let the tip of his dick in. Tight, warm wetness surrounded Jacks dick-head, letting him moan in pleasure. She rocked her hips back and forth a few times, then moved her body up a bit. Jacks cock slid out of her, the black latex glistening with her juices. He looked at her disappointed, but she only grabbed her full breasts with her hands, starting to stroke and to squeeze them. She played with her nipples, eyes closed and little moans escaping through her parted lips. The look on this beautiful woman, playing with her breasts and her sweet pussy, only few inches away from his throbbing cock, made Jack horny as hell. He wanted to fuck her so badly that it hurts, but there was nothing he could do. The silk of her stockings laid strong and tight around his wrists. 




Little Mexican Motel



And then Jack realized, that she was looking at him, with a grin in her face, that reminded Jack of a hungry wildcat. With a quick sudden move she pushed her hips down, thrusting his cock between her pussy lips, right into her burning hole. She turned her face upwards, her body shaking, as she moaned in rising pleasure. With fascination Jack looked at his cock, vanishing between this red, swollen lips, drilling right through her little heart of white pubic hair. She began to slowly ride him in flowing motions, up and down, back and forth. Her well trained pussy muscles massaged his cock with every movement, giving him a feeling as if he had died and gone to heaven. And the picture of this wet dick, black from the latex wrapped around, plunging in and out of her pussy made it even more sensational. Jack felt, as if the cock wasn't his own, as if he was only a voyeur, who could feel the arousal of the man he was watching at.

The speed rose up, her hips moving faster on his stiff dick and Jack was happy, that he shoot his load not long ago for the first time. Otherwise it wouldn't have last long to make him cum. Jack looked at her and noticed, that she has begun to play with her breasts again. She twisted and pinched her nipples and her breath was heavy, again and again interrupted by deep moans. Jack could tell that she was not far away from coming. Then she screamed, leaning forwards, pressing her breasts hard into his face. 

"Suck my nipples! Suck them hard!" she cried, thrusting her right breast into his mouth. For a second Jack was totally surprised by this attack, but then he stuck out his tongue, licking at her nipple, sucking on it like a baby. She screamed again, even more powerful this time.

"Yeah, yeah, suck me hard! Oooh… Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She speeded up her movement even more, riding his cock like a wild mustang. Jack could feel her nipples getting hard as a rock. 

"Oh, fuck… fuck… I'm coming! Oooh…", she moaned. Jack could feel her pussy pulsating around his cock and her juices flowing down his balls onto the bed. 

"Come for me, baby!" he whispered. And then she came. Her body stiffened as the first wave of her orgasm ran over her. Her pussy muscles tightened around his cock, so heavy, that it hurt. Her mouth was open, but no sound came over her lips. Her eyes were wide and looking into spheres, no other could see, as wave after wave of her orgasm hit her. 

She must have come two or three times, Jack would tell, before she collapsed with a weak scream, laying on his chest, breathing heavy, totally exhausted. 

"That was great! Really great!" she whispered, catching her breath. This time she didn't need much time to recover. Soon she raised her head, looking in his eyes, smiling one more time. 

"That was the best ride I ever had, cowboy!" she said laughing. Then she realized his still rock hard dick, standing between her legs, pushing gently against her pussy. He hadn't cum yet. 

"But I think you hadn't cover your costs, right?" And with that she crawled down do his member, taking it in her hands and rolling the condom off of it. She brought her head near to his dick and Jack asked himself, if she was going to give him a blowjob again. He hoped so, but she only licked his cock a few times, covering it with saliva. Then she positioned herself over him like before, pussy over cock, and Jack asked himself, if she was going to fuck him without a condom. He first realized what she was going to do, when the tip of his dick touched her tight asshole. He looked at her with wide eyes, but she didn't pay any attention to him. No woman ever before had let him fuck her ass! He didn't thought that he would ever be able to do this in his life! And then his cock drove slowly into her ass. Jack gasped, his eyes almost popping out of their holes. It was so tight! He looked at his cock, vanishing slowly between her ass cheeks, down to the base. Then he looked in her face, seeing her looking at him with a mixture of pleasure and pain in her face. 

"This ride is only for you, cowboy! And I want you to shoot your load deep into me, do you hear me?" Jack could only nod weakly, the sensational feeling on his cock was steeling him the power even to speak. And then she began to ride him, slowly at first, getting herself used to his big cock in her ass, then getting faster. 

Jack thought he was going to die. He closed his eyes, only concentrating on her ass on his dick, on the rising sensation in his balls and on the prevention of cuming. He didn't want to come yet, the feeling was just to great. He bit on his lips, but the feeling of her strong ass muscles massaging his cock was to much. Jack grunted, the blood pulsating in his cock, the pressure building up from his balls. And then, with a scream, he came. His balls released a real flood of semen, running through his dick and spurting into her ass. He heard her scream too, but the sound was far away, unreal. The world only seem to be the feeling of cum, spurting out of him in pulsating movements. 

It seem to last years till his orgasm regained. He opened his eyes, looking into her face, into her eyes. He could feel his own juice running out of her ass, down his cock and his balls. She stood up from him, his softened cock slid out of her and suddenly Jack felt, how tired he was. The last thing he saw, was the woman crawling up to him, before he closed his eyes. 

"Now we will free you from your chains, cowboy," she said and then he fell asleep. 

He woke up the next morning, the early sun shining through the window, tickling his nose. The place next to him was empty, except from a pair of black, silky stockings, lying beneath him. He rose from the bed, but she wasn't in anywhere in the motel room. She had gone like a ghost, only her sweet smell left: Light vanilla and sexual sweat. And with her, she had taken all the money from his briefcase.

The skin on his face and on his loins was still sticky from the juices that were spilled last day. So he went into the bathroom first, to take a shower, considering if he should call the cops or not. But how good may the chances of the Mexican police be, to find… Damn, he doesn't even know her name! And, as he thought of it, for the fuck yesterday the money was really a good deal. 

He turned off the water and climbed out of the shower cabin. And then he saw it. It was written with red lipstick on the mirror. 

Next week, Los Racheles, Sunshine Motel. Bring money with you.

Jack smiled.

As you all know spelling and grammatical mistakes don't like to be alone. So I tried to put a crowd of them together in this text to make them feel more happy. ;-)