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A Boy's Dream Come True - Chapter 3

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What is a ten year old supposed to do when he is little more than an
unwanted dweeb and nobody is around to play with on the first day of
summer?  The only person willing to be a friend was somebody that the
fifth grade boy hadn't expected nor could have imagined, the mother of
a schoolmate that also had a strong need for a friend at a weak moment.
I never could have imagined the glories I would experience that first
week, growing from a naive and innocent little boy into an experienced
and hungry pre-adult, sexually insatiable and lacking the intelligence
to understand how dangerous this really could have been.

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It took quite a while before Melissa realized that I was still sitting
in the bushes by myself, her dirty naked feet carrying her back to where
she saw a boy six years older than her and a big grown up woman doing
something very naughty.

Without any warning whatsoever or an invitation from her troubled
neighbor, Melissa worked her way beyond the tangle of limbs and leaves
on her side of the yard until she saw me sitting with my hands around my
knees and looking very sad.  In a voice much softer than I'd ever heard
come from her chubby body, she greeted me.

"Hi, Carol."

She didn't get a response right away, my mind filled with a combination
of sorrow and rage.  Why this bothersome and dirty little half-naked
flea had to be bold enough to show up to my secret hiding place
uninvited while I was fucking my favorite person in the whole world was
a question that might remain unanswered for the rest of time.

Unfortunately, what wouldn't be resolved was her constant need to pester
me as I wrestled with my potential future as a frustrated ten year old
with lots of prurient thoughts regarding this new thing called sex.  She
illustrated her reluctance to find some other poor schlep to bother when
she repeated her greeting with a bit more exuberance.

"Hi, Carol!"

I kept sitting there, unmoving, unconcerned, and unresponsive to
anything Melissa might do.  She seemed to take my deliberate disregard
for her presence as a challenge, her feet shifting her chubby panty-clad
little ass right next to me on the grass until her thinly-clothed butt
was parked to the cool greenery as if she were my newest best friend.

Then, without any invitation or inducement, she lifted her right arm and
tried to wrap it around my shoulder, as if she were trying to hug me or
provide solace to my grieved mind.

I was so mad at her for ruining my relationship with Angela I never
answered her plea for a polite greeting or acknowledged her presence.
The only thing I could do was sit there and think of all the fun that I
was going to miss out on for the rest of my life.  What else could a ten
year old consider as the first days of summer were bringing him lots of
new sexual experiences with an older woman?

Melissa seemed very intrigued with my unwillingness to talk to her or
confirm her presence with me in the privacy of my hideout, the bushes
normally providing ample shade and protection from the heat of the sun
and any prying eyes that might happen by at a discrete distance.  Now,
the greenery served no more significant a function than to be known by
the little girl as the place where Carol was caught doing strange things
with a grown up woman while my pants were down around my knees.

Little Melissa kept trying harder and harder to acquire my attention and
gain some sense that her presence wasn't a figment of her imagination.
Acting on her belief that I needed to be hugged because of the somber
expression on my face, she rose from her seated place next to me and
worked her legs and body into my lap between my hips and my upturned
knees.

Without so much as a quiet invitation, the little four year old nestled
right down onto my denim jeans, her round little panty covered ass
wiggling back and forth until I granted her enough room so she could
hang her legs over the outside of my thighs.  Once she was comfortable,
she thrust her arms as far around my neck as she could and hugged me
more snugly than she ever had before.  It must have been her way of
trying to console my broken spirit and tease away whatever fears or
anguish I might have within my tortured soul at that moment, even though
she was the one that had instilled those troubling thoughts in the first
place.

It felt incredibly erotic for her to be so comfortable with me and
assume I'd want her to sit on my lap like that, my willingness to engage
her in quiet conversation growing since she was so eager and loving.  My
hands acted without any conscious thought, going around her soft
half-naked preschool body and returning her embrace, but for a very
different reason.

After a minute of our silent hug, I wordlessly coaxed Melissa to lean
back slightly so I could look at her.  That's when I saw her in a whole
new light.  Her eyes were bright, wide, and sparkled, her mouth pouty
and lips full, her skin incredibly soft and smooth, even more so than
Angela's, and her tiny nipples poked forward on two small baby-fat
mounds on her chest.

Wanting to see if she'd permit a gentle fondle if couched in terms of
another hug, I put my right hand on the center of her chest and began to
softly caress her, going back and forth just below her collarbones and
running my fingers lower until I got my first feel of her developing
breasts.

She never once appeared to disapprove of my light caress, her eyes
carefully locked onto mine and her lips turned in a slight pout.  Since
I hadn't responded to her as I was supposed to, she must have thought I
was being mean to her.

It was time to rectify that.

"Hi, Melissa.  How are you?"

She instantly blossomed, her smile growing until she practically beamed
at me.  She then sat taller in my lap, leaned into my right hand and
thrust her chest toward me as if to invite more touches.  I took that as
an invitation to test her knowledge and awareness of sexual stimulation
and pleasure and rubbed her nipples gently rubbed back and forth a
number of times with my little visitor completely unaware of what was
happening to her.

"I'm fine, Carol.  Can I sit with you in your hideout for a little
while?"

"Only if you're a good girl and do what I say."

"I can do that!"

My thoughts instantly turned to coaxing this bothersome little waif into
a new sort of game that she was far too young to understand, but I
instantly remembered what Angela had told me about adults touching and
having sex with children.  In a strange and perverse way, I now thought
of myself as an adult, my knowledge of sex maturing me much more than my
meager decade of life.

That new awareness might prove to be an advantage over this pestering
child, her will soon to be mine to control if I could slowly develop my
skills as her Master and more mature lover.  To test a theory, I decided
to play a mental game with her, one that she was in no way prepared for.

"Well . . . on second thought, maybe you shouldn't."

My younger visitor couldn't help but begin to ask a series of questions
that she'd apparently kept bottled up inside her chubby body since she'd
seen me and Angela.

"Hey Carol?"

"Yeah?"

"What were you and that lady doing before?  Was she your friend?"

"We were playing a special tickle game."

"What kind?"

"One that only special boyfriends and girlfriends can play."

"Can 'I' be your special girlfriend, Carol?"

"I don't think so."

"How come?"

"Because . . . well . . . uh . . . you wouldn't want to play that kind
of game with me, Melissa."

"How come?"

"Because you'd get scared and run home to your mommy."

"NO I WOULD-EN!"

"Yes you would and I can prove it to you."

"How?"

"I'll bet if I asked you to do something, you'd get scared right away."

"UNN UHHHHH!"

As I continued to develop some sort of unpleasant game I knew would
eventually discourage her from being interested in what Angela and I had
been doing, I dug myself deeper and deeper into a hole that was harder
to climb out of.  If I was foolish enough to continue on my poorly
conceived plan, it would eventually prove to be impossible.

With as much determination as I could muster, I slowly began to work the
little girl's nipple with my fingertips and thumb until she was panting,
unaware of why.

"Okay!  But you're gonna run home scared!"

"NO I WON'T!"

"Yes you will!"

"UN UHH!!!"

"Okay . . . fine!  Get up off my lap and pull your panties down,
Melissa, just like my special girlfriend did before."

With absolutely no hesitation, little chubby Melissa rose from my lap,
worked her underpants straight down her legs and off, and handed her
empty panties to me as if I deserved to take possession of them.  I then
touched her like I'd never done before.

"What's this called right here?"

Using the tips of my right index and middle fingers, I gently began to
fondle the naked little girl's pudendum, teasing her plump vulva apart
and locating her developing nubbin in practically no time at all.  With
my dick throbbing inside my bluejeans and my heart racing just as fast
as it was the first time I saw Angela naked, I was openly diddling
little Melissa's puddy.

The first thing she did was to clamp her thighs tightly around my
invading hand, her face instantly filled to brimming with all the blood
her body could spare.  She also desperately tried to grab my wrist in an
attempt to forcibly wrench me away from her trickle because the feeling
that began to invade her tummy and affect her mind was too much, too
soon.  But after a few seconds of gentle insistence what had originally
felt frightening and filled her with fear and reluctance turned into a
blossoming wave of enjoyable tingles that stirred her young soul to its
core.

She had no idea why it felt good for me to gently rub her tickle spot so
earnestly and intently, but the little girl acquiesced less than three
seconds after the fullness of this wonderful new sensation bounced
around all over her insides.

The sensation was so intriguing for my newest little playmate that her
legs splayed much further apart, granted me access, and encouraged me to
offer more tingles as her hips slowly pushed harder into my naughty
digits.  As more of her nervous system succumbed to the tingly feelings,
she just stood there and let me lovingly play with her genitalia, her
thighs coming apart and hips shooting forward after no more than five
seconds of tender tactile abuse.

Then she uttered words that affected my brain far more than she could
have imagined.

"That feels strange, kinda like it tickles!"

"Do you like how it feels?"

"Uh huh!"

"Well then, if you like it, then you'll let me tickle you for a long
time, huh?"

The little girl was completely willing to allow me to play with her
naked body, her soft rubbery pussy being distorted with each of my
digital adventures, Melissa truly breathing hard and filled with the
kind of warm sensation that she'd suddenly assessed as a daily
requirement.  Melissa seemed to look at me in a new and different light,
no longer just a solemn and quiet boy, but her special boyfriend, one
that she'd let touch and tickle her as much as I wanted to.

By the time Melissa had her eyes closed and was feeling the effects of
my newly acquired skills, she felt a new stirring that seemed to make
her whole body buzz.  Unbelievably, she was having her very first orgasm
and I was the lucky ten year old boy giving it to her.  Right in the
middle of a strange but welcome sensation that began to send ripples of
electricity up and down the inside of her body, my middle finger had
ventured down between Melissa's thighs, replaced with my thumb along her
nubbin.

Having spent quite a bit of time with a mature lover, I knew what to
expect from a little girl's vagina, or at least I thought I did.
Angela's explanation of a girl's body being unopened, her virgin status
maintained until the 'first time', I expected to feel that special film
of skin just along the snug opening of Melissa's tight vagina.

Amazingly, my middle finger slowly traveled further and further,
Melissa's eyes opening wider as each millimeter of my finger slid within
her wet recess.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that someone had been
touching my newest little girlfriend just like I was at that moment.
They must have also used a naughty finger or dipped their wick where
they most likely shouldn't have, my second major finger easily traveling
all the way inside her snug pussy until the web of my hand prevented any
further inward movement.

My longest digit had less sense than my dick did, wiggling further and
deeper inside that snug and very tender wet tunnel until Melissa was
standing on her tiptoes, her eyes wide in fear, her head tilted back,
and the preschooler ready to pass out from excitement.

Strangely, it was my head that felt like it was going to pop right off
with all the tension coursing through my body, my eyes capturing my own
middle finger going all the way into the assumed 'virgin' depths of a
four year old.

That's when I decided to see if Melissa wanted to play the special game
I did with Angela.

"Did somebody push something up inside your peepee right here, Melissa?"

It took the little four year old only a few moments to collect her
thoughts and answer in a restrained whisper, as if she was doing her
best to keep a secret that was placed within her head for long term
keeping.

"I ain't a-posed to tell nobody."

"Well, you can tell me, can't you?  Isn't that what special girlfriends
are supposed to do with their boyfriends -- share all their best
secrets?"

She thought about it for a few moments, enjoying the sensation of my
middle finger going as far inside her peepee as I could reach, my thumb
gently rolling her nubbin around making her feel better than she'd ever
felt before, and my other fingers gently rolling both of her nipples
around and making them tingle and buzz.

"I guess so."

When I got her answer, I knew she liked being with me a lot more than
I'd imagined.

"Who was it, Honey?"

"It was my Uncle Timmy."

"What did your best friend Uncle Timmy push up inside your peepee right
here?"

As the last word was emphasized, I tugged upward against her silken nude
pussy with my middle finger, pushed the soft spongy fullness of her
developing Grafenburg spot hard enough to give her a nice jolt, and
rolled her clitty around with a determined but gentle ambition.  In
little more than a few minutes, my young playmate was standing high on
her tip-toes and feeling every effect that a naughty older boy knew
about to make a little girl very happy.

"His finger and then his weewee."

Not particularly interested in her uncle's tactile digital adventures, I
wanted to hear about his need to practice making babies with a mere baby
herself.

"Where does his weewee normally stay when he's not pushing it up inside
your peepee?"

"In his underpants."

Bingo!  Uncle Timmy had fucked the infant before she was old enough to
go to school.

"Was it fun when he did that with you?"

"NO!  Not from the first time he did it or even every time after that.
It hurt a lot when we played our special tickle game that first time,
kinda like what you and your other friend were doing.  It even hurted my
peepee for a long little while after that."

"How many times has your Uncle Timmy pushed his thingy up inside your
peepee right here?"

As I kept asking her question after question, I began to masturbate her
vaginally with increasingly longer strokes until I was openly
finger-fucking the bothersome flea, rolling my thumb firmly over her
nubbin to enhance the experience.

Her hands were clenched into two small fists and held far to her sides,
her head tilted back and her posture again as tall as she could get it.
It was plainly obvious I now knew far too much about the female anatomy
for my own good.

"Luh-luh-LOTS!"

"Does he make it feel good for you when he does this?"

"Nuh-nuh-not like you do Carol!"

I knew if I waited long enough, she'd eventually grow brave enough to
invite me into her special club of boyfriends, my aching willy much
closer to her size and able to fit the snug confines of her pussy so she
wouldn't be in pain during and after we consummated our new
relationship.

Sure enough, having waited long enough for all of her new sexual
hormones to develop inside her almost infant body, Melissa offered
something that she might never have were it not for my brief visit
inside my friend Billy's house, with his mom Angela, of course.

"Are you gonna wanna push your thingy inside my peepee right now for a
little while Carol?  You're making me feel all tingly much more better
that Uncle Timmy ever did."

"Sure, Melissa.  Lie down right there and let me see your peepee."

My finger never left her tight cunny as she clumsily lie down on the
cool grass, the chubby little girl spreading her legs as far apart as
she could get them.  With no guilt whatsoever, I undid and then pulled
my jeans down, pulled my throbbing little dick from within the normally
safe confines of my underpants, amazed that I could get Melissa to do
such a wonderful thing with me so quickly and easily.

I then shifted my position toward Melissa, her eyes growing wide with
fear, the memory of the pain she felt during and after she let her Uncle
Timmy play this special game with her.  It didn't take more than ten or
fifteen seconds of gentle up and down movements before the end of my
dick split her fat little pussy and went right in, the warmth of her
tight slit granting me passage with much less resistance than I
imagined.

Melissa kept a nervous expression on her face up until I was all the way
inside her and began to roll her clitty around with my pubic bone and
fingertips, my digital talents eventually enhancing my penile skills.

That poor little girl never knew what hit her!  She was a total wreck
for the next half hour, my continuous rhythmic fucking and tender abuse
of her clitty keeping her speechless and so excited, she almost passed
out.

I hadn't been having sex with a woman for more than a few weeks, and I
was already adding to my talents with a four year old.  I was a virgin
at the beginning of the summer and inside the protection of my hideout
was witness to a four year old preschoolers first cum and willingness to
let me fuck her.  She was so lost in her excitement that she never had
time to be scared.

Once the fullness of her newest vaginal tickle had spread to every nerve
in her chubby little body, she was mine and she openly told me so.
Apparently, withdrawing my dick from within her snug passage wasn't
something that Melissa thought was a good idea.

"Carol?  Can you be my special boyfriend all summer?  We could be nice
to each other and when we get a chance everyday, we can play our nice
game over and over, okay?  You do it much better than my Uncle Timmy, so
I want you to do it from now on all day, okay?"

"We'll see, Melissa.  I wouldn't want to make you mad if I wanted to
play our game more than once or twice before school starts."

Even as she was trying to recover whatever energy and thoughts I had
stolen from her, Melissa was pushing into me and inviting me for yet
more fun, her chubby body urging me to repeat what I'd done little more
than a few minutes before.

When she gave me a look that I recognized from Angela, I knew what my
next task was going to be, making a little four year old just as happy
as I had a twenty seven year old.

"Carol?"

"Uh huh?"

"Tickle my peepee some more . . . please."

"Are you sure, Melissa?"

"Uh huh!  Please?"

"Well . . . okay."

She encouraged me to fuck her three more times that afternoon, openly
asking me to be her new special boyfriend by working her naked body
right into mine each time we finished one round of intercourse by
cleaning her up and attempting to put her panties back on.  She tried
everything she could to convince me to 'play' with her again and again,
pushing her naked bummy into my lap, or leaning into me with her naked
hips and even tugging one of my hands between her thighs so I could
gently tickle her peepee.  She even tried to convince me that we could
meet right here everyday so we could play this wonderful game as much as
she wanted.

She even hugged and tried to kiss me while I was ramming my puny cock
inside her tight cunny, my newest little lover so anxious to maintain
our love-lock that it was hard to want to stop.  Thankfully, she easily
convinced me that we were supposed to repeat our joining and assume the
posture of two young and very horny rabbits.

It was only then that I realized just how much trouble I was in.

Once she was satisfied enough to let me pull my dick out of her and
clean her up a little bit one last time, she lie back on the grass and
spread her thighs apart far enough that I was allowed to gently tickle
and fondle her pussy, roll her nubbin around, and stick my fingers
inside that tight little hole that I'd invaded with my prick.  Melissa
was so utterly lost to our play that she began to sing a nursery rhyme
to herself as I ran my fingers all over her pussy, gently fondling her
soft cunny and repeatedly exploring her anatomy.

After I'd pleased her long enough, it was time to develop some kind of
rationale for all the wonderful sexual activities I'd shared with this
lovely naked four year old.

"Melissa?  What did your Uncle Timmy tell you about doing fun stuff like
this, Honey?"

Not having developed any recognition of restraint and mental filtering
of her answers, she began a long litany of her sexual escapades with her
uncle.

"He said that I was-en a-posed to tell nobody that he likes to take my
dress off and pull my panties down and tickle me all the day when I get
to go visit him.  He also told me that I was-en a-posed to tell nobody
that he likes to push his thingy up inside my peepee until it hurts too
much.  He said if I was a good big girl, we could play our special game
together for a whole lot until I started to like it more than anything
in the whole world and he would buy me a big dolly when Santa comes.  He
said that the policemans would be mad at him if my mommy and daddy found
out that he likes to pull my panties down and take me to his bed so we
can pretend to make lots of babies.  He also said that I was-en a-posed
to tell nobody that he likes to take lots of special pictures of me when
I gots my panties pulled down.  Those pictures he never shows to my
mommy and daddy, except for ones that don't show me all nekked or when
he had his thingy inside my peepee or when he likes to lick my peepee
all the time and stuff like that.  That's mostly what Uncle Timmy told
me I was-en a-posed to tell nobody."

Her revelation pretty much summed up everything that I wasn't supposed
to hear about!  Strangely, she had just provided me every speck of nasty
information that her loving uncle wanted her not to tell anyone.  I also
realized that because I wasn't old enough to create any sticky goo and
send it deep inside the little preschooler, nobody could suspect me of
having sex with her like her uncle had.  The only real danger existed if
my newest nude playmate got mad at or frightened of me and decided to
tell someone of authority.

"So, what do you think is gonna happen to your Uncle Timmy now that 'I'
know what he likes to do?  Do you think he might get into trouble if
your mommy and daddy find out that he likes to pull your panties down
and tickle really soft right here and make you feel all nice and
tingly?"

My developing hormones had so thoroughly overridden my brain that I
didn't have the good sense to remove my curious fingers from between her
chubby thighs or from inside her slick vaginal opening.

"But Uncle Timmy does-en make me all tingly on my peepee.  He makes my
peepee hurt!"

"Really?  He doesn't make your peepee feel good at all?"

"NUH UH!"

"Not even one little bit?"

"Not even a tiny little bit!  Only you make my peepee feel good, Carol."

"What's gonna happen if your Uncle Timmy finds out that somebody else
makes your peepee feel all better than he does?"

"Uh . . . I dunno."

"Are you gonna let him push his thingy up inside your peepee anymore now
that you know how good it can really feel?"

"Nooooooo!  I'm never gonna let Uncle Timmy pretend to make babies with
me no more!"

I had just succeeded in ruining another man's sexual playground.

"Carol?"

"Yes, Melissa?"

"If I promised to not tell nobody that you make my peepee feel super
tingly and all good inside and better than my Uncle Timmy, will you be
my special boyfriend now?"

"IIIIII don't know, Melissa.  If somebody found out that you used to let
your Uncle Timmy push his thingy up inside your peepee until it hurt,
they would be very angry and your mommy and daddy would spank you for
like a whole month after that.  They might even take all your pretty
dollies away from you and not get you a new one when Santa came for like
forever!  Since you're just a tiny little girl and don't know no better,
you're probably gonna let all the boys in the neighborhood pull your
panties down so your peepee can feel all nice and tingly with them now,
aren't you?"

"Nooooooo, Carol!  I promise I won't let no-body pull my panties down
none or touch my peepee for-ever no more.  Only you can do that.  Please
can you be my special boyfriend now?"

"I'm not sure, Melissa.  How about if we play nice with each other for a
little while so I can see if I really want to be your special boyfriend.
That way, in maybe a week or even a whole month, we could be together a
little bit everyday until I'm sure you won't tell nobody that you like
for your peepee to feel super tingly and good inside right in here."

Even as I was mentally torturing the little four year old, I kept gently
diddling her nubbin with my thumb and stroking her pussy with my middle
finger, her hips bucking up into my digits and hand with each pleasant
sensation.  The more I worked on her pussy and her mind, the more she
desperately needed for me to acquiesce and allow her to think I was her
special boyfriend.  She was also being coerced to let me repeat this
wonderful adventure as often as I wanted to, now my sexual antics much
closer to home and not nearly as provocative as with my lovely adult
lover.

I had so completely and successfully altered Melissa's perception of her
Uncle Timmy and replaced what he was permitted to do with a much more
pleasant awareness of sexual fun that I was asked for something that
took me off guard.

"Carol?"

"Uh huh?"

"If I was truly really nice to you from now on and we could do lots of
fun stuff together and play nice all by ourselves and stuff like that,
would you do something for me?"

"I might.  What do you want me to do, Melissa?"

"Could you . . . could you . . . "

"What, Honey?"

"Could you make my peepee feel all good again right now with your thingy
for like just a tiny minute?  I promise I'll let you push your thingy
inside my peepee as much as you want to for like until for-ever!"

Strange irony!

She just asked me to fuck her for no longer than a minute and then told
me that she'd let me keep fucking her as much as I wanted to and for as
long as I desired.

This was an opportunity that needed some self control, in spite of all
the lack of it over the last couple of hours or so and all the other
stuff I did with Angela.

"I don't think that would be a good idea, Melissa.  You just told me a
minute ago that your Uncle Timmy did lots of nasty stuff with you by
pulling your panties down and taking lots of pictures of you all nekked.
You also told me about him trying to make babies with you every time you
went to go see him and even how he made your peepee hurt every time he
pushed his thingy inside your small little peepee.  Now that I know what
he did, I'm kinda scared you might tell on me if I did some fun stuff
with you like your Uncle Timmy did."

"I promise I won't tell nobody, Carol!"

"But, you promised not to tell nobody about your Uncle Timmy, didn't you
Honey?  How many people know about your Uncle Timmy now?  Have you told
anybody else about what he likes to do with your soft peepee right
here?"

In spite of my continual denial of my strong need to fuck her again, my
fingers maintained a constant tactile battle with the little girl's
cunny and nubbin, her back arched up off the grass and her hips pushing
further toward my face.  She had no idea what I'd be capable of with my
tongue if she kept getting closer to me like that.

Her expression was a mixture of shame and erotic pleasure, a look on her
face that seemed to reveal someone else's knowledge of her uncle's
constant sexual activities inside her snug and often easily removed
panties.

When she finally shook her head side to side and sucked her bottom lip
between her teeth, I could tell she was telling the truth.  I was the
sole recipient of this horribly immoral information, my deeds no less
immoral but certainly more easily excused because of the relatively
minor age difference between Melissa and me.

It took me a few minutes to calm her down enough to pull my nasty
fingers and hand away from her cunny and nubbin, but it took me a bit
longer to coax her vertical and amenable to wearing her panties again.
It was only after I agreed to slip my fingers back inside her soft but
slightly dirty cotton panties and gently tickle her for a whole minute
that she agreed to leave the protective confines of my hideout so I
could walk her back home, but only if I kept my side of the bargain and
let her hold onto my wrist while I masturbated her until she was more
completely satisfied.

It had to have been incredibly exciting for Melissa to stand perfectly
still with her feet spread apart and let me gently rub and fondle her
barely covered pussy, but she just stood there with a crooked smile on
her face and a few times, her lips and hips quivering from all the
loving abuse I was bestowing onto her.  More than once during our quiet
and immoral reverie, my long middle finger slipped down enough to travel
as far within her tight honey box as our mutual dimensions would permit,
just enough impetus for my young playmate to pull her panties down one
last time so we could fuck.

This horny little thing was worse than I was, her need to have something
hot, long and firm stuffed as far inside her body as I could go, her
plump round butt thrusting in and out over my thighs as we coupled one
last time in the privacy of my hideout.  She was so utterly tight and
anxious for more than I didn't have the good sense to push her off when
she wordlessly asked if I'd let her keep up her preschool antics far
longer than was good for us.

It was truly fun to feel her naked hips pushing repeatedly into mine,
her youthful exuberance and strong hormonal need expressed in her soft
ass clenching as she drove her body into me and my cock into hers.  We
were quite the couple, my young preschool minx anxious for lots of nice
fucking and perfectly willing to take command if I wasn't nearly as
enthusiastic for some more tingles as she was.  I let her get away with
a lot more immoral sweetness than I was capable of, her best weapon her
naked pussy and a look in her eye that told me she needed a screw.

After one last good fuck, Melissa finally let me wipe her slightly and
pull her panties back up her naked thighs so we could go to her house.
If I let her, she'd want to stay out here all evening just so we could
keep doing the horizontal nasty.

The moment we got to her house her mom greeted us with a huge smile on
her face and a lilt in her voice that was evocative of one happy mommy.

"Well, HIIII, Carol!  Did Melissa convince you to be her friend for the
summer?"

The horny little four year old looked up into my eyes and waited for me
to answer her mommy, my response letting my newest young lover know if
I'd be willing to meet her out back inside the bushes so we could play
our special game again and I could make her peepee feel really good once
more.

I waited for no more than two seconds to answer, knowing that I could
score some seriously good points with the girl's mother if I made
Melissa happy right then.

"She visited me in my back yard this afternoon for a long time and asked
me that very same question.  She apparently thinks she wants me to be
her special boyfriend so I can be nice to her and tickle her and make
her feel good."

As I was describing a horribly illicit afternoon of great fucking, I
reached around the chubby little girl and began to tickle her ribs,
sending her squealing in a high pitched wail that went right through my
head.  It didn't last long enough to make her happy, but seemed to make
her mom very pleased.

"Why, that's wonderful!  Is she gonna get you to come visit again after
she eats dinner and takes a bath?"

"Awwwwww, MOMMM-MEEEE!  Do I gotta?"

"Yes you do, young lady.  You've been playing outside all day and need
to come inside so you can eat and then get all nice and clean.  If
Carol's mom says he can visit you after that, then he might want to come
over and play with you in your bedroom until you have to go to bed."

"But, Mommmeeeee!  I dunna wanna come inside.  I wanna play with Carol
some more."

It was time to convince her that she had obligations and all of her
normal evening responsibilities, my soft words having a greater effect
than the strong and harsh ones her mom might use.

"Melissa!  You know you need to eat, now don't you?  Your tummy is kinda
empty right now, isn't it?"

'Yeah . . . I guess."

My gentle tickling of her bare belly while hugging her seemed to do the
trick, Mrs. Tacksy quite pleased that I had such a positive effect on
her little girl.

"My, my, Carol.  I had no idea you were good with other children!  The
way your mom talks, you couldn't make a friend unless you had money in
your pocket.  It certainly doesn't look that way right now, the way
Melissa is trying to get more time with her newest best buddy, now does
it?"

"I think it's 'cause she likes the way I treat her and tickle her, right
Melissa?"

I repeated what I did before, tickling her under her arms, across her
tummy, over her firm nipples without her mom seeing me do it, along her
thighs and even with a quick grab right on her plump and now easily
acquired cunny.  The whole time, Melissa was squealing and jumping
around, trying to avoid my carefully placed wiggles and tickles, but
just as anxious to push into my wiggling fingers so she could feel more
pleasant play.

She eventually succumbed to all the fun and slowly fell to the floor, my
fingers going in all the right places to make her nothing more than a
quivering and squealing bundle of happy little girl.

In that brief sample of tactile friendship, I made it almost impossible
for Melissa to resist anything I might want to do, in spite of what I
told her might be naughty earlier.  As soon as my little friend was able
to collect herself enough to speak intelligently, she jumped up off the
floor and hugged me as tightly as possible, softly asking her mommy
something none of us suspected.

"Mommy?  Can Carol eat dinner with me and then take a bath with me
afterwards?"

My eyes were almost as big around as a dinner plate, the idea that my
little trouble maker would encourage her mother to let me come play with
the child in the privacy of their bathroom.

"I don't know, Honey.  Maybe his mommy and daddy have special plans for
Carol this evening."

"Can you call his mommy and ask her if it would be okay, pleeeeease?"

"On one condition, young lady.  You have to promise to behave during
dinner and let him give you a proper bath, not just play in the tub for
an hour like you usually do."

Melissa pulled back slightly, looked down at her feet, and wrestled with
having to refrain from acting silly while we ate and then had to agree
to me running a soapy cloth all over her chubby body before we could
play in the tub.

Kind of made me wonder why something like this hadn't happened before in
my life.

"Do you promise to do as I tell you to do and then listen to what Carol
asks you to do when he's with you?"

" Yeah . . . I guess "

"Carol?  Would you be willing to eat dinner with Melissa and then take a
bath with her?  I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want
to, but would greatly appreciate your taking the time to help me right
now.  Melissa seems to have her heart set on her new boyfriend coming
over for a dinner and a bath."

It didn't take me very long to figure out that undressing Melissa with
her mom's permission and then touching her for over an hour might be
more fun than sitting at home and drawing cars and rocket ships on my
many tablets of ruled paper.

"I guess if my mom and dad say it's okay, then I don't mind."

Melissa instantly began to jump up and down, clapping her hands and
giggling.  It kind of made her day to have me so willing to spend time
with her.

"Okay.  You two go sit in the den and play for a minute while I go call
Carol's mother."

My left arm seemed to leave my body for a moment, Melissa so anxious for
fun that she yanked on my hand and almost pulled my limb from its
socket.  It hurt for a moment but my reward later would be worth the
pain she'd inflicted.

Checking for anonymity, Melissa sat on my lap and pushed her pantied pud
into my hips for a moment, a sly expression on her face all the news I
needed to confirm that she wanted to do it yet again.  The most I would
allow was some gentle touching and digital fondling.

Mrs. Tacksy called my mom less than a minute later as I held Melissa on
my lap, at least one of my naughty fingers gently rolling one of her
nipples around and one other wayward digit tickling her softly between
her legs, her nubbin eager to accept everything I had to offer.

Thankfully, all of my activities were carefully hidden by our location
on their couch while the happy woman called from the kitchen, Melissa
aware that she'd be the loving recipient of all my loving abuse as soon
as we were alone and behind the relative protection of a closed bathroom
door.  Even with Mrs. Tacksy little more than twenty feet away, I
couldn't help my hormonal ambitions and worked Melissa's panties down
slightly so I could see what she looked like as she sat on my lap in the
little girl's house.  Melissa didn't mind one bit!

"Carol?  Would you bring Melissa into the kitchen with you, please?"

It was only Mrs. Tacksy's soft request that forced me to reinstall her
daughter's panties so I could attend to whatever was going to be asked
of me.

I instantly felt guilty about fucking and molesting the little girl, my
mom somehow finding out that I had spent the better part of my late
afternoon with the naked four year old in my so called 'secret' hideout.

"Is my mom mad 'cause I didn't come ask her, Mrs. Tacksy?"

"No, Honey.  Your mom just wants to talk to you, Carol."

Mrs. Tacksy handed me the telephone handset and confidently walked out
of the kitchen, the two older ladies having previously shared some plans
that I was about to be party to.

"Hi Mom."

"Hi Carol.  Is it true that you want to eat dinner with Melissa and then
give her a bath?"

I felt my face get hot as I blushed in front of my four year old lover.

"Uh . . . yeah."

"Why, that's wonderful, Carol!  I didn't know Melissa was your friend."

The instant I realized I wasn't going to be in trouble, I peeked around
the corner to see if Mrs. Tacksy could see what I was up to and slipped
one hand down inside Melissa's panties for yet another quick feel.  My
young playmate just giggled and spread her feet apart, letting me have
access to anything that I wanted.

"Yeah, she likes me to tickle her and play with her and asked her mom if
I could stay over for a little while."

While I was telling my mom what Melissa liked for me to do, I was
repeating the experience, my middle finger wiggling further and further
down along that natural alignment guide until I was able to tickle it as
far inside her pussy as I could reach.  Melissa had a look of utter
horror on her face as I finger-fucked her in the kitchen, a series of
quick thrusts and the resulting twitches providing me adequate
confirmation that she liked being masturbated vaginally.

"I think it's wonderful, Honey.  Why don't you bring your little
girlfriend over for a minute and get a bag packed so you can spend the
night too?  Mrs. Tacksy and I talked about it and think it would be
fine if you could spend the night with your new girlfriend so you and
Melissa can become friends and not be lonely this summer."

This was getting better by the minute, especially because Melissa was
beginning to push harder into my finger, anxious for me to stuff
something else deep inside her body!

"Okay, Mom.  Be over in a minute."

Once the phone call was finished, I removed my finger and hand and
walked with Melissa to where her mommy was and told Mrs. Tacksy that I
was taking Melissa with me to get some things so I could come spend the
night at their house.  Along the way to my house and out of sight of
anyone important I slipped my hand down inside the four year olds
panties in back and cupped her soft bummy, producing a soft giggle from
my tender partner as we walked.

After greeting my mom and then being allowed to disappear into my room,
I didn't have the good sense to keep from maintaining an almost
continuous finger-lock on my tiny companion, Melissa far too young to
know any better than to let a ten year old boy fondle her any time I
wanted.  But since she seemed to genuinely enjoy my constant sexual
antics, I didn't get the impression that she would have preferred I
stop.  Pulling her panties down in my room with the room closed wasn't
very smart, but neither was fucking a married woman with a child older
than I was.

We were gone and back in less than five minutes, Melissa so happy
because she was going to have a big boyfriend stay and play with her for
almost the whole summer.  It may have seemed that long to the four year
old, but a whole summer and one night were very different in my eyes, my
adventures with Angela just as important to me as the last couple of
hours were with Melissa.

Dinner went much better than I had anticipated, Mr. Tacksy a lot
funnier than I could have expected.  He also seemed pleased that his
four year old troublemaker was doing so well with my influence, her
plate completely cleared and not a single whimper or argument from my
little lap dancer.  Yes, Melissa even ate dinner while sitting on my
lap, her posture only slightly affected twice when I slipped a wayward
digit between her thighs for a quick fondle.

After dinner, Mr. Tacksy headed for the living room with the newspaper
in his hands and my hostess Mrs. Tacksy dutifully cleaned up after our
pleasant repast, a single quiet request coming from her just before
Melissa pulled me toward her bedroom.

"Carol?  You wouldn't mind if I let you tend to Melissa during her bath,
would you?  I'd truly appreciate a chance to have a short visit with Mr.
Tacksy while you two are getting all cleaned up."

"Uh, no!  I'll take care of Melissa for you."

"Oh, thank you so much, Carol.  You can't imagine how grateful I am that
you'd let me out of that task, my little otter always trying to get me
as wet as she can while I bathe her."

"I'll take care of her Mrs. Tacksy."

And with that, I held Melissa's small hand as she led me to her bedroom.

The first thing she did was pull her panties down her chubby legs and
toss them to the floor, completely disregarding where they lay when the
dirty white garment stopped moving.

"Melissa?  I think your mommy wants you to put your panties in the
hamper, Sweetie.  Pick them up, get a clean pair out of your drawer, and
then show me where the towels are."

Amazingly, she did exactly as I had asked, a nude four year old leading
me from her bedroom to the hallway linen closet long enough for her mom
to see that the little girl was completely naked.  We then disappeared
into the privacy of the bathroom, her dirty panties properly stowed in
the hamper and a replacement pair carefully left in her room where they
should remain as long as I was around her.  Even with her completely
naked in front of me, her attitude wasn't nearly as provocative as when
she was lying on her back on the cool green grass inside my hideout.

It wasn't that difficult to prepare for her bath, since I'd assumed the
same sort of unpleasant responsibility for myself since I was six.
Melissa never once made a big deal about me getting undressed in front
of her, a keen awareness that I'd already pulled my undershorts down in
front of her in my backyard.

With just a dab of bubble bath added to the water as I was filling the
tub, we both climbed in and began to get acquainted with each other,
chatting, looking and even lots of gentle touching being permitted.  Now
that I was giving her a bath, nothing about the location of my fingers
and hands seemed controversial, an almost constant gentle fondle along
her growing titties, firm nipples, plump round ass, and between her
chubby thighs the perfect salve for both of our troubled hearts.

She let me do whatever I wanted with her, especially after I put a
dollop of shampoo on her hair and had her start washing every square
inch while I turned her back to my chest and felt her up.  It was right
in the middle of her shampoo that I worked my middle finger down her
tummy and began to roll her clitty around, her hips pushing forward
immediately.  It had to have been the most entertaining and pleasurable
exercise in bathing for Melissa, my hands and fingers stimulating her
almost constantly from then on.

Without any warning at all, Mrs. Tacksy tapped on the bathroom door
twice and then came right in, Melissa sitting on my lap with a head full
of shampoo.  I instantly felt sure I was going to be yelled at and then
told to leave, a naked four year old nestled on my lap with both of my
hands holding her around her soft bare body.  Mrs. Tacksy smiled as she
closed the door and then sat down on the closed potty, looking right at
her dust mop of a little girl being bathed.

"My goodness!  Just look at this.  I've never seen Melissa actually
washing her own hair before.  Carol, whatever influence you have on my
little girl is certainly welcomed from now on as long as she gets
cleaned up on her own like she'd doing right now."

"I told her that we could play in the tub only after she got all clean
and she made me hold her nice and tight so she wouldn't slip into the
tub.  As soon as her hair is done, I'm gonna wash her body with the
towel so she can be all nice and clean so I can tickle her tummy some
more."

With her head full of shampoo and her hands tucked inside the mass of
foam, I wiggled my fingers into her naked tummy and tickled her briefly,
a sharp squeal followed by a series of stifled giggles.

"I couldn't have asked for a better helper than you, Carol.  You two get
all nice and clean and as soon as you're all rinsed off, you can play in
the tub for as long as you want."

With that, Mrs. Tacksy smiled, got up and then left the bathroom.
That's when I knew I'd be able to make Melissa feel good and also enjoy
her body with lots of gentle touches and soft petting.  Melissa seemed
to sense my need to push our relationship along, because she began to
push backward into me even as she struggled to see from under a bright
white foam hat.  She looked cute and also very naive.

I got so interested in making us both feel good that I let her nestle
her bummy further backward onto my lap, her ass wiggling with just the
right amount and direction of movement to work the end of my little
willy right back where I'd been earlier this afternoon.  Fortunately,
she didn't begin bobbing up and down on my hips, but let the fullness of
my young male tool calmly provide her with the warm sensation of
satisfaction and love.

My darling little four year old girlfriend got to have another sweet cum
as I ran a soap filled cloth over her anxious body, my right middle
finger tenderly rolling her clitty around and my hips rocking up
underneath her repeatedly until I was able to fill her with the limits
of my physical form.  Thankfully, that's the only thing I filled her
with!

I was able to fuck her both backward and forward while bathing her and
myself, Melissa so relaxed by the time the first thirty minutes passed
that she looked very sleepy.  It was right after I set her closer to the
warm running water so she could rinse that her mom softly tapped on the
door and then walked into the bathroom.  My timing seemed very good.

"Is my little dust mop getting all clean, or is she fighting everything
you're doing?"

"Actually, I've been able to start rinsing her hair after giving her a
nice bath.  I was right in the middle of rinsing her off under the taps
so we could get out, right Melissa?"

The four year old was having a tough time keeping her eyes open, our
post-coital and her after-orgasmic posture dictating a strong need for
her to lie down and fall asleep.

My lovely naked bathing partner kept teetering back and forth, at least
one of my hands required to keep her vertical.  When Melissa leaned all
the way toward me, lifted her chubby thighs, climbed up onto my lap and
then thrust her hips into me, I was sure I was dead.  Her mom had just
witnessed the four year old trying to mount me, my willy almost giving
the preschool angel exactly what she wanted.  Had it not been for the
careful shift of my hips at the last minute, I'd have stuffed my cock as
far inside that little girl as I could fit right in front of her mommy.

"Doesn't she just look precious, Carol?  I've never seen her looking so
happy when she was sitting in the bathtub.  Whatever you've done to my
little monster is certainly welcomed from now on.  I can't imagine
Melissa being so calm and willing to allow me to wash her hair and give
her a bath so quickly.  Why don't you two enjoy a few more minutes in
the tub and then get out so you two can go to bed?"

"Sure.  Do you want me to get her up right now?"

"No.  Let her play with you in the water for another little bit and then
take her to bed."

"Okay.  But if I'm taking too long, be sure to tap on the door and let
me know."

"What a wonderful young man you're becoming, Carol.  I can't wait to
tell your mom how adult you've been this evening."

How adult I've been.  Right!  If either of the women ever found out just
what kind of adult fun I'd been enjoying with the preschooler, I'd have
been sent to a monastery for life.

Less than ten seconds later, Mrs. Tacksy was out of the bathroom and
the door was again closed.  Thankfully, it was only after Mrs. Tacksy
closed the bathroom door that Melissa began to roll and rock her hips
into me, wiggling her bummy around just enough to convince me that we
had enough time for yet another nice slow fuck.  It was hard to believe
that I could so easily have sex with Melissa, her need for fucking
almost as strong as Angela's.

It was at that moment I realized what had happened today to bring me to
this wonderful place with this permissive four year old.  Strangely, I
had a hard time knowing which of my two lovers I wanted to plunge my
cock into more, my adult lover most likely crying her eyes out at having
been caught having sex with me, or a tired and naive little girl that
didn't know any better than to let me touch, masturbate, and fuck her
anytime I wanted.

Angela knew perfectly well what she was doing and had the full titties
of a mature woman.  Melissa was so incredibly naive and innocent that
she'd allow anything, but had only the beginnings of two little tiny
mounds of baby fat, her nipples just as sensitive, but much smaller than
Angela's.  Both of them loved for me to fuck them almost continuously,
Angela very skilled and Melissa wonderfully snug, my fingers and dick
allowed to venture into places that men and boys weren't supposed to
share or travel to so easily.

They each had their own advantages and benefits and yet the 'other
woman' had enjoyable assets that stirred my blood to boil.  It was going
to be difficult to decide which of my two sexpots would receive my
affections more often and with greater enthusiasm.

Melissa actually fell asleep while rocking her chubby straight hips into
me, her cunny filled nicely and her nubbin receiving its full measure of
abuse.  By the time I got a soft tapping on the door, I knew it was time
to end this immoral adventure.

"We'll be out in just a minute, Mrs. Tacksy!"

"That's fine, Carol.  I won't come in until you're dressed, but don't
worry about Melissa.  Leave her uncovered because I might have to put a
diaper on her so she doesn't wet your bed."

MY BED?

Was this woman foolish enough to let her daughter sleep with me?  I'd
soon find out.

Carrying a naked and very tired four year old back to her bedroom wasn't
nearly as hard as I thought it might be, Mrs. Tacksy helping me by
pulling the covers back on Melissa's bed.  Just as the mother began to
install a diaper on Melissa, the little girl woke up and began to fight
the addition of something that only babies wore.

"Noooo, Mommy!  I dun wanna diaper."

"Well, if you don't wear one, you might accidentally go pee during the
night and get you, your bed, and your boyfriend all wet."

"But Carol can take me to potty in the night-time, Mommy, can't you
Carol?"

"Uh . . . sure."

It didn't take quite a lot of coercion on her part, but Melissa
convinced her mom that the four year old had grown up enough not to wet
the bed anymore, as long as I took her to the potty at least once during
the night.  Unbelievably, Mrs. Tacksy agreed!

"Well, alright.  But I hope we three won't be embarrassed in the
morning."

By that time, Melissa had brightened back into a fully awakened state,
her desire to play for a little while in her bedroom with her new best
friend.  Mrs. Tacksy granted her wish, as long as the little girl
didn't argue when it was time to go to bed a few minutes later.

The woman couldn't have been happier for her little girl, Melissa
tugging me to the floor so we could play some mindless game she'd
invented, me in my underpants and Melissa wearing nothing but her smile.

As soon as I was coaxed to the floor, my girlfriend worked her bummy
into my lap and sat down with her back to my tummy, my left hand holding
her around her chest and my right hand nestled between her thighs.  It
didn't take more than five seconds before my left index and middle
fingers began to tenderly roll her nipples around, her two points
growing firm and highly sensitive as soon as my tactile abuse began.  A
few seconds later, my right index and middle fingers dipped far enough
between her splayed thighs to gently tease her plump pussy lips apart
and locate her nubbin first and then her vagina.

Melissa may have thought we were going to play one of her games, but
succumbed to my newest and most favorite game for the rest of my life.
She was incredibly quiet and passive as I tenderly gave her another
quick cum, her chubby straight hips bucking into my hand with a full
measure of pleasure.  She was in a constant battle over whether to lean
back and let me keep tickling her, or turn around so we could play our
'baby-making' game again.

Promptly at nine, Mrs. Tacksy could be heard walking down the hall
toward Melissa's bedroom, the woman gently tapping on the door before
opening it.  I had just enough time to shift my hands slightly out of
the way and reposition them to her tummy and thighs.  It was then I was
asked to bid her folks goodnight, making sure both of us had used the
potty one last time before turning the light off and then climbing into
bed.

Mr. Tacksy wasn't the least offended by his daughter's nudity, the man
grinning and cooing with his only creation when he lifted Melissa up
onto his lap for a quick cuddle and kiss.  I was offered a small hug and
a handshake and then allowed to lead a yawning four year old toward her
bedroom and bed.  She climbed in first, tugged the bed linens back, and
eagerly invited her first lover into her bed for a night of fun.

For the first time in my life, I was lying next to a nude four year old,
her strong need for me to keep touching and playing with her naked body
granted without complaint.  She was smiling like a Cheshire Cat as I
tenderly fondled and caressed her chubby naked form, our relationship
building with horribly sensuous bounds in little more than an afternoon.

I'd licked Angela before and with Melissa's parents off to bed
themselves, thankfully all the way across the house, I tugged the sheet
back, lifted Melissa slightly higher on the pillow and centered my mouth
between her chubby legs.  That was a whole new way to please my young
partner, her hands around the back of my head firmly locked together so
I couldn't move one fraction of an inch away from her plump and hairless
cunny.

I tongued that naked little preschooler for a good portion of the early
evening until midnight, at least three nice cums making her get all wet
and covering my face with her juices.  Her nubbin seemed to ache just as
strongly for slow, gentle tactile abuse as Angela's did, except
Melissa's pussy tasted sweeter and her chubby pussy lips fit in my mouth
better.  The poor little girl never knew what hit her, but I was certain
I'd repeat the experience so she'd remember it often.

Right after midnight, I got Melissa up and took her to the potty, a
sleepy but very insistent preschooler trying to convince me that we
should fuck again when we got back into bed.  Her need to persuade me
was so strong, she made me promise even while she was sitting on the
potty.  It really wasn't that hard . . . to influence me, I mean.

As soon as we were between the sheets, we did!  What an angel!

It was everything I could have hoped for in a young playmate, Melissa so
anxious for me to fill her sweet tight gash that she got impatient
before we climbed back into bed, her hands tugging my shorts down far
enough so she could try to push her puddy onto me even before I stopped
moving.  I smiled from ear-to-ear right after her body settled down onto
me, her hips urging toward me a last few times to make certain we were
properly joined.

To provide us at least a modicum of privacy, I took the precaution to
pull the sheet and blanket over the back of my nude preschool partner,
just in case her mommy decided to pay us an unexpected visit some time
during the night.  I fell asleep with her centered on my hips and my
dick as far inside her snug cunny as it could go.

It was Mrs. Tacksy that woke me up the next morning, Melissa still
lying on my tummy, my cock still wedged tightly inside her sweet slit,
and my young lover unconsciously rolling her hips ever so slowly.  I'm
not sure if Mrs. Tacksy could discern what we were up to, but the
moment my eyes flew open and saw the little girl's mother looking down
at me, I figured I was dead!

Mrs. Tacksy sat down on the bed right beside us and leaned her face all
the way to my left ear before I could collect and install my glasses.
As softly as I'd ever heard her, she began to whisper.

"Carol?  Did Melissa lay on top of you all night?"

"Mmmm hmmm."

"I guess what your mom said about you is true then, huh?"

"Uh . . . what did my mom say?"

"She told me that ever since you got that big teddy bear when you were
four, you've been sleeping with it every night.  I guess you like to
hold onto something nice and soft at night, huh?"

Great!  My mom just can't keep her mouth shut about anything!  Most
likely, every kid in town knows I like to sleep with Teddy, his soft
bulk and padded filling the best thing that ever happened to me for my
night-time restlessness.

That's the moment I realized my mom might have known and also told Mrs.
Tacksy something else, the fact that I found a small split in the seam
on Teddy's body between his legs about a year ago, and often filled it
with my curious and growing willy.  The soft, natural cotton stuffing
was the perfect sensation against my growing peder, a comfortable tube
developed inside my plump and silent companion just large and yet snug
enough to fit my increasing length and girth.

Then, something else burst forth, the realization that I'd been fucking
my Teddy, another 'being' that had a masculine name.  Could I have
slowly been developing a secret desire to fuck another boy?  It didn't
seem likely, because nothing on Teddy's body exhibited even the
slightest impression that he or it was outfitted the same way 'I' was.
Strangely, I began to think that after all this time, I'd owned and
slept with a girl teddy bear since I was four.  From now on, I'd have to
call her 'Tammy Bear', albeit secretly.  There'd be no need to invite
too many questions from my mom and Mrs. Tacksy.

"Weren't you the slightest bit uncomfortable with Melissa laying on top
of you, Carol?  I can't imagine you tolerating her snuggling with you
and not letting you turn or move."

I moved, all right, just not as Mrs. Tacksy had imagined.

"Not really.  It felt really nice to hold Melissa like this."

Without any warning, my sleeping partner's mother put her left hand on
Melissa's back, instantly sensing her daughter's bummy slowly moving,
her hips obviously gyrating into my body.  The woman's expression
changed instantly, a look of fear on her face.

"I think it would be a good idea if you took Melissa to the potty before
you spent too much more time in bed with her, Carol.  I think she needs
to go pee!"

"Okay, Mrs. Tacksy."

"After you two go pee, use the washcloth from last night's bath and make
sure both of you are still nice and clean.  After that, wash your face,
brush your teeth and make sure that Melissa does everything she's
supposed to as well."

"Yes Ma-am."

I didn't rise as soon as I heard her instructions, nor did I attempt to
lift Melissa off my dick, the girl's mother blushing and looking down at
me with a crooked smile.

"I guess you're old enough to get a little embarrassed about me seeing
your undershorts, huh Carol?  That's okay!  I'll let you get out of bed
and put your pants on."

Mrs. Tacksy then rose from the bed, smiled at me one last time and then
left the room, closing the bedroom door as she walked through the
doorway.  As soon as the door was latched, I turned and confirmed that
nobody could see, lifted the sheet and blanket off my sex partner and
then peeled a horny little four year old off my dick.

Melissa was much less feisty than I thought she'd be, her right thumb
being stuffed between her lips as soon as I was able to carefully work
my aching but stiff prick out from between her vulvar lips and then my
legs from under her chubby little body.

My shorts were pulled back up after I pushed my willy down inside, my
jeans located and installed and then a cursory check of my naked lover
to make sure her cunny wasn't obviously damaged or bleeding.  Melissa
seemed particularly pleased when I lifted and then splayed her thighs
all the way apart, gently exploring her snug vagina and softly caressing
her labia as if I was massaging her.  Rolling her nubbin around a few
times wasn't absolutely necessary, but it certainly made us both happy.

Her thumb hid her smile so ineffectively that I had to smile back at
her, an altogether new sense of belonging that I couldn't have expected
at the start of our summer activities.  Fortunately, after all the
loving abuse I'd bestowed onto her, all I saw was a little wetness that
we'd shared last night, a combination of hers and my juices giving her
vagina a light sheen of clear liquid.

To make her adore me that much more, I checked for any noises beyond the
door and then lowered my face to her naked pussy, kissing and then
licking her from clitty to asshole.  Having spent the better part of an
hour 'washing' her last night before we got into bed gave me all the
confidence I needed to plunge my mouth directly onto a part of a little
girl's body that I might never have wanted to kiss or lick before I met
Angela.

Melissa was far too easily stirred to excitement, her whimpers and moans
never masked nor hidden by any level of awareness or maturity.  No
matter!  I knew just how far and how fast to work her into a nice cum so
she'd quiet down.

Once she was satisfied I'd performed my morning duties, we hugged,
kissed and then rose from her bed, slowly configuring ourselves for
another day of 'play'.  It wasn't fun pulling her panties into place,
but I needed to be sure she was at least partially dressed in front of
her mommy.  I had no desire to ruin my summer yet.

I felt a lot better once I'd put my pants on and Melissa wasn't trying
to thrust her chubby hips into me like she did all afternoon and the
previous night.  It was hard to believe that I could feel relieved we
weren't fucking, especially because someone was around to find out if I
wasn't able to stop in time.

Breakfast was a fairly boisterous affair, Melissa's activities and
demeanor far more energetic than I had expected.  Just about the only
thing that settled her down was when I began to insinuate a few fingers
inside the leg elastic of her panties, her plump yonni so easily
stimulated and hungry for more than she went from being noisy and
animated, to quiet and tolerant.  Even Mrs. Tacksy noticed.

"Carol, I'm so glad you're here with Melissa this morning.  She's
normally so restless and impatient to go outside that she isn't the
least concerned about finishing her breakfast.  Now that you're here,
that seems to have changed and I can't thank you enough."

"I don't mind, Mrs. Tacksy.  I guess I've always wanted to have a baby
sister to play with, but since my folks don't want one, I'll have to
settle for Melissa."

"Well you just do whatever you want to with my little troublemaker.  As
long as she stays out of the street and close to home, you two can do
whatever you'd like.  By the way, would you mind if I went shopping
today?  I've got a ton of things to do and rarely get a chance to get it
all done because of your boisterous little playmate."

"How long do you think you might be gone?"

"Well . . . if you'd let me, I'd kind of like to stay out until almost
dinner time.  A couple of my lady friends would like to visit for a
while and it would be so much easier if I didn't have to worry about my
little girl.  Would you mind terribly?"

"Nope!  If you want to, go ahead and let Mr. Tacksy know that I'll be
here with Melissa and will be playing with her all day.  I'll also even
keep her busy with some fun summer stuff so she'll be good and tired by
the time we need to eat dinner."

"Would you two like to play in the sprinkler after lunch?  As long as
you promise to stay in the yard, you can run the hose all afternoon."

"Mommy?  Can I play in the water without my panties?"

"Melissa!  You know you aren't supposed to run around outside the house
in front without any clothes on!"

"But Carol will be with me, Mommy!"

Mrs. Tacksy considered it for a minute, deemed the company acceptable
and then informed us of her plans.

"Carol?  Would you keep Melissa in the back yard so the neighborhood
boys don't see her without her panties on?  I don't want any of them to
see her, because I don't trust them.  They might hurt her or something."

If the poor woman only knew!

"It's up to you, Mrs. Tacksy.  If you don't feel comfortable with your
little girl running around nekked, then I'll help her take her wet
panties off before we come back inside."

"As long as you don't mind keeping her confined to the back inside the
protection of the shrubs, then it should be okay.  Once you two find a
towel in the bathroom to dry off with, go ahead and go outside, pull her
panties down near the back door, and let her run around the backyard as
much as she wants to.  Just be sure and dry her before you put them back
on."

"Alright.  That should be okay."

"Now, you two go to your bedroom and play for a few minutes while I get
everything cleaned up and prepare your sandwiches for lunch.  I'll keep
them wrapped up on the counter until you're hungry.  Once I'm ready to
leave I'll let you know."

"Come on, Carol!  Let's go play in my room."

As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Melissa turned around and threw
her body into mine, hugging me snugly enough to confirm that she was far
more enamored with me than she should have been.  Acting just as boldly
as I had the previous night, I slipped my right hand down inside the
front of her panties and cupped her tender cunny while my left went
inside the back of her underwear and fondled her plump ass.  A soft and
long sigh was my confirmation that my young playmate liked to be touched
and fondled.

After the hug was over, she tugged me to a large box of toys just beyond
the end of her bed.  The large wooden crate seemed to have a whole
collection of fun stuff, her body bent forward over the front edge which
presented my face with the softness of a panty-covered bummy.

At first, the only thing I did was gently caress and rub her ass,
Melissa talking a hundred miles an hour while she tried to locate
something that might be entertaining.  My soft fingers and gentle
tickles were never enough of a distraction to her, even when I teased
her thighs far enough apart so I could rub between her legs from behind.

A few taps on the bedroom door was all the notice I needed to retrieve
my fingers and hand, Mrs. Tacksy pushing the door open and leaning
inside for a moment.

"You two have fun today.  I've set the sprinkler out in the backyard so
when you want to go cool off, just turn the spigot on and have a good
time."

"Mommy?"

"Yes, Honey?"

"Since it's getting hot already, can I take my panties off?"

"Only if you promise to stay inside the house.  Carol, I'm going to
expect you to be the mature young man I've gotten to know since
yesterday and make sure Melissa doesn't go running outside in front
unless she's got a little something on, okay?"

"Yes Ma-am."

"She can run around the inside of the house or outside in the back yard
under the sprinkler without her panties, but if you two want to go
walking to the park, I'm going to insist she keeps her panties on.  I
don't want any of the neighborhood mothers or boys looking at my little
girl like that.  She's much too young to be thought of as a little
hussy."

"I'll make sure she stays inside if she's not wearing anything.  I don't
want anyone else to see her without her panties, 'cause they might look
at her all nasty and stuff."

"Good boy!  I'm gonna be back around four or four thirty, so have fun
and please stay out of trouble.  If you two behave, I'll bring you a
nice dessert treat."

"GOODIE!"

Moments later, she was out of the bedroom, in her car and down the
street.  Little more than a second or two was all the time Melissa could
wait before she peeled her panties down and off, turned around and
leaned into me while she smiled a devilish grin and whispered in a voice
that four year olds don't normally use.

"Carol?  Now that my mommy's gone, can we play our special boyfriend and
girlfriend game?"

"Sure Honey.  We can play that nice game as much as you want to today.
But before we do that neat tingle stuff with my thingy inside your
peepee, I want to make you feel all good right here for a little while."

Melissa's thighs offered no resistance to my hand as I parted them, her
small feet wiggling back and forth on the polished wooden floor until I
had enough room to slip my middle finger as far inside as it could go.
The addition of my thumb to her nubbin was all the influence she needed
to stand on her toes and attempt to contain the spectacular tingling
sensation that I was beginning to impart, my four year old partner
completely at a loss for words or noises.

Each new sexual adventure with Melissa was far easier than the last, her
whimpers, slowly initiated stutters and quivers achieved more easily
than any of my many drawings.  It was really quite fun to tickle her
soft insides with the tip of my middle finger, the spongy mass of soft
tissue directly behind her nubbin affording my young playmate a
tremendous amount of pleasure.  She might not have experienced those
sweet sensations at the hands of her Uncle Timmy until she was much
older and able to tolerate the increased girth and length of his tool.

The moment she teetered on her quivering stance, I knew to relocate our
fun to her bed.  She never noticed the change in venue, her mind and
body far too overstimulated to become aware of my having coaxed her onto
her small mattress with her legs splayed apart with my fingers and my
hand lifting her knees into the air.

Melissa's first daytime cum in her bedroom lasted a lot longer than she
might have expected, my finger and thumb never allowing her a moment of
rest for almost half an hour.  She was so blitzed in fact, that I needed
to see if she'd be tolerant of a new sort of game she hadn't shared with
me yet.  But to get her to acquiesce to my new needs, it was incumbent
upon me to go pussy diving first.

I reveled in the spongy smooth softness of her plump bald cunny and the
highly sensitive nature of her clitty when I stroked and flicked it with
the tip of my tongue.  Everything that I learned from Angela was now
being put to use with a far younger version of my mature lover, Melissa
completely unwilling to push my face away from her pussy even if it
meant that her tingles spread to every corner of her being.

As carefully as I dared, I removed all my clothes as I feasted on her
naked vulva and tortured her nubbin, my position shifted on the bed next
to her so my hips were closer to her face.  More importantly, my stiff
little willy was situated directly against the side of her soft left
cheek, a small patch of shining wetness imparted to her face whenever
the end of my dick touched her.

Before she knew what she was doing or why, her mouth had accepted the
end of my cock head and her bright pink lips encircled it as if she knew
perfectly well what she was supposed to do with it.  Rather than acting
sexually she was most likely immersed in an infant mental activity that
might normally only involve her mother's nipple or a milk bottle.

I couldn't resist the feel of her silken lips and started a slow but
determined in and out movement until I was actually fucking her mouth.

Melissa couldn't have cared in the least, her eyes closed, her head
turned to the left and the little girl tolerant of my desire to teach
her the finer points of mutual oral masturbation.

She got good really fast!

In half an hour more, what I had started, she assumed control of.

She seemed to want to be my cum slut so badly that she even twisted her
body toward me, hooked her right arm around my naked ass and pulled me
tighter into her, my precious four year old lover's head bobbing back
and forth with genuine effort.  That was all the encouragement I needed
to wrap my right arm around her bare butt, pull her body into mine,
split her naked thighs with my face and feast on her as if my very life
depended on sucking every last ounce of her preschool sweetness from
deep within her vagina.

It felt hideously erotic to be joined in that fashion with a four year
old, her desire to play our new game so strong that I was beginning to
lose the battle with my balls.  I had hoped to outlast her enough to
stick my nasty dick into her pussy when I issued forth a little natural
ten year old lubricant, but I was hopelessly beyond pulling my penis
from her mouth.

Thankfully my contributions were still meager enough that Melissa could
easily accept my love offering and not push me away in disgust and puke
or worse begin beating me with her rather impressive preschool strength.

I don't know where it came from, but even as my hips were undulating
into her face, my tongue and lips were maintaining just enough of a lock
on her pleasure center to afford my playmate with a nice cum of her own.

What might have been considered horribly perverse to Melissa little more
than a couple days before, she now accepted as a special game that we
were going to play from now on, her lips maintaining a strong grip of my
dick as her movements slowed.

We both came down like two preteen professionals, our actions markedly
reduced but our desire still just as strong as it had been at the
instant we both peaked.

Melissa truly surprised me when I began to remove my face from between
her chubby limbs, her back arched slightly, her hips pushed into my
direction until my mouth once again had possession of her pudendum and
her oral motions resumed.  My four year old next door neighbor was now
officially my cum slut and full time preschool oral sex toy.

We went at it again, albeit at a more relaxed pace for another hour,
neither of us the least concerned about climaxing or attempting to
achieve complete hormonal release.  It was now more important to just
stay attached to each others' bodies like a highly obscene pair of
Siamese twins, the soft smacks, slurps, pops and whimpers filling her
bedroom with noises that would forever alter our relationship.

It was Melissa that finally had enough, a pair of very deft hands worked
between my face and her spit-slickened pussy to protect me from what was
urgently needing to be eliminated.  Before I had an opportunity to be
aware of why she broke our contact, she climbed over me wildly and ran
out of her bedroom and I heard the bright metallic sound of her pee
hitting the inside of their toilet.

Rather than resume our love-lock immediately upon her return, I pulled
my naked little girlfriend into bed with me and nestled her body snugly
into mine, her head permitted to rest tucked under my chin.  We fell
asleep without a single word uttered.

It may not have been the smartest thing to do, but we both ate lunch in
the nude, Melissa on my lap but our genitals never forced together.  We
seemed to have a much more simple need to remain in contact and consume
our meal in love, or what we might understand as love rather than take
it to a more erotic level and fuck while we ate.

After our food had disappeared and the few items I'd collected were
washed and then put on the counter, we sequestered ourselves in her
bedroom and spent the next two hours softly touching while playing a
truly innocent series of childhood games.

Certainly her folks or mine wouldn't have approved of our frequent and
uninhibited need to fondle or caress each others' bodies and genitals,
but nothing we did was really any more daring than affectionate contact
and lots of gentle giggles.

About an hour before her mom was supposed to come home, we both spoke a
wordless desire to have a little romp on her bed, Melissa on top of my
hips as I lifted her repeatedly into the air with each upward lunge.
She smiled and giggled a lot more than before as we fucked, but she also
rocked her slightly curvy hips into me when the tingles needed to be
amplified a small measure.

We pushed our luck quite a bit that afternoon, my clothes and her
panties installed mere minutes before her mom walked through the house
and just walked straight into Melissa's bedroom.

The first thing the woman saw was my young playmate sitting on my lap,
Melissa's panties installed, my arms around her body and her hands
directing two of her dolls in a mock scene reminiscent of innocent fun
on the playground.

"Well, Hi you two!  Did you have fun today?"

"Hi, Mommy!  Uh huh!  Carol and me had lots of fun today, huh Carol?"

I couldn't help it and was unable to stifle a deep crimson blush, all of
my wicked sexual antics with this little flea certain to get me into
years of trouble if anyone found out.

"Yeah.  We played and tickled and did stuff that made the day go by real
fast."

"Did you two have a chance to go playing in the sprinkler today?"

"Uh . . . no.  I guess we pretty much forgot.  I didn't know it was that
late already Mrs. Tacksy."

"Gosh, I'm sorry you're disappointed but I've got some really good news
for both of you.  Melissa?"

"Yes, Mommy?"

"I talked to Carol's mommy a little while ago and she said that Carol
can stay with his new girlfriend all summer if he wants.  That way you
two won't have to worry about your playtime ever being over, even at
night.  As long as you don't make any noise or keep Mr. Tacksy and me
up, you can play and talk as much as you want to.  But if you get out of
hand or spend all day sleeping instead of doing it at night, I'll have
to put my foot down and make you sleep in separate beds until you can
prove you're responsible again."

Imagine how I felt when she insinuated that we needed to be doing it all
night instead of during the day.  The sleeping reference was only barely
noticed but Melissa got it.

"Nooooo, Mommy!  We'll be good!"

"And you, Carol?"

"I promise not to keep Melissa up all night, Mrs. Tacksy.  I know we
gotta sleep like normal and since we can still be together, it might
seem like we were playing at night anyway."

"That's wonderful, Carol.  I'm just so incredibly surprised at how grown
up you've gotten all of a sudden.  I'm sure your Mommy is just as happy
as I am knowing that little Carol Barkins is starting to grow up into a
young man.  My, my.  Now I see why my little girl has fallen in love
with him."

I doubted it!  If the woman knew why I had such a profound effect on her
preschool daughter, I would have spent the next eight years going to
school in jail.

"Alright you two.  Dinner is gonna be in an hour, so why don't you go
outside and play in the sprinkler so you can burn up some energy.  I'd
hate for you to be all wired and ready to bolt out of the house when
it's time for Melissa's bath."

She needn't worry about my having helped Melissa expend some of her
childish enthusiasm already, her hips and thighs a bit more tired than
they might normally be if I wasn't there to work them into a fervor.

Melissa finally got to play in the sprinkler in her back yard, her
mother watching through the kitchen window enough of an influence for me
to refrain from trying anything overtly sexual.  I was able to touch and
feel her up as much as I wanted, as long as it looked like we were just
tickling or playing.  Drying my nude four year old on my lap was a joy,
her tired body eagerly leaning into mine and her thighs so easily split
by my hands and fingers that I was spoiled.  As long as it was couched
as 'fun', Melissa let me do anything.

Dinner went well, our bath time laced with lots of underwater sexual
antics, and plenty of fun shared with our hands and fingers.  Before we
knew it, we were lying in bed.  Melissa was again naked and me in my
shorts, Mrs. Tacksy smiling as she flipped the light off and closed the
bedroom door.

We'd burned up so much sexual steam that day, all we did that night was
fall asleep with our bodies touching and hands placed along wonderfully
soft spots that seemed almost magnetic to our digits.

What would the next few days and nights bring?  What about Angela?
Could I be content with Melissa since she was my next door neighbor and
considered a more appropriate playmate because of her age?

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