I was twenty-eight or so when I met Melanie Brown. I had been visiting a family member on the north side of Phoenix, Arizona when I spotted her and her little brother watching me. I was driving a small, open air, tiller steered car that was used in local parades. Though it was a modern piece, the car resembled an antique from the late nineteeth century. I had made some repairs to the car and was test-driving it before returning it to its owner.

At first I saw a small boy and what I thought was his teenage sister watching me from their yard. It was their hair got my attention. They both had the same bright red hair. Every time I passed by their home, the boy would jump up and down with excitement and point at the car .

I stopped in front of them, introduced myself. When I offered them a ride, the little boy couldn't wait for his sister to give him her okay. 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 told told her, “You come too. You’ll need to hold Jr. here so he doesn’t fall out.”

With a bright smile, she put the boy in the seat between us and climbed aboard. Melanie introduced herself and her son, Bobby. She then thanked me for the ride.

Though she looked to be about sixteen, as it turned out, Melanie was a mother in her mid twenties.

When they were safely seated, I pulled away from the curb. Off we went. We drove around the neighborhood for about twenty or thirty minutes. Bobby never stopped talking. As most kids do, he asked a million questions. Most of his questions were good ones about the operation of the car. All of which, I answered as best I could to the satisfaction of a young 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 Melanie. Even though she looked like a young girl, there was just something about her that piqued my interest.

Melanie was a petite young thing. Even though she was an adult woman, Melanie stood only four feet eleven inches tall and weighed about ninety 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 a pair of 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 her the million-dollar question, “May I call you some time?”

Her smile quickly turned to a frown. She lowered her head, and, with a hint of sadness, answered, “He’s not around much, but I’m married.”

I replied, “That’s too bad. If you ever need anything, or change your mind, give me a call. The name and number’s on the card.” When I offered her my hand, she reached out and gently squeezed it.

She looked down at my card and told me, “Thanks again, John. I just may take you up on that offer.” Melanie then smiled, turned, and led Bobby toward their house.

Bobby was a polite kid. Before going into his house, he turned at his door, waved, and yelled, “Thank you!” He and his mother then disappeared into their house.

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?”

I began recalling the cute girl and her little boy to whom I had given a ride on the parade car. 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? Please.” She begged softly.

“ Well, sure, I suppose that will be okay.” I asked, “Is something wrong?”

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 advised her, “ It should only take you about twenty minutes to get here.”

She said, “Okay!” She then hung up. About thirty minutes later, Melanie and Bobby pulled into my driveway.

I went out to meet them. As I approached, Melanie had her back to me. She was helping Bobby out of his car seat in the back of her little car.

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

As she let Bobby climb out of the car, Melanie stood and turned to face me. Her eyes were brimming with tears. With a whimpering voice, she replied, “Not too well.”

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

“What the hell happened to you? Are you all right?”

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 guided her toward my front door. Bobby quietly followed. “Come inside, tell me what happened, and I’ll do what I can to help.” I then guided her and her young son into my living room and had them sit on the couch. I brought her a cup of tea and Bobby a glass of milk. I then got her an icepack for her bruised face.

As she sipped the tea, with tears flowing down her cheeks, Melanie told me of the abuse she had suffered at the hands of her husband, Rob. Bobby sat quietly beside his mother sipping his milk.

Melanie told me, “Rob drinks too much. He used to just cuss at me, but he’d do that even when he was sober. Lately, when he comes home drunk he hits 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 him to stop hitting me. Rob then slapped Bobby and knocked him down. That’s when I knew we had to get out of there. You’re the only one I know around here 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, girl! 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 you can use. Or, I can help you get a room some place. I have a friend who owns a motel. It’s not in the best part of town, but it’s cheap, and it’ll be safer than your place. But first, have you had dinner?”

“No. We left as soon as Rob fell asleep,” she replied.

“Then you two relax and let me fix you something.” About twenty minutes later, I served them cheeseburgers and fries.

Shortly after dinner, I turned on some TV cartoons for Bobby. Melanie and I went to the kitchen. We talked at length 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.

Melanie perked up a bit and replied, “I’d like to stay here a little while, if you don’t mind. I promise to stay out of your way. I can’t pay much in rent, but I can cook and clean if you’ll let me.”

“You can stay as long as you need to. Don’t worry about being in my way or doing anything to pay for your stay.” I then gathered 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 could 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 back inside.

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. However, the stress of her day had taken its toll. She was exhausted. She apologized when she started yawning. She agreed when I suggested she take a hot shower and go to bed. We could 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 didn’t fall asleep easily. In my mind’s eye, I kept seeing the cute girl and little boy I had given a ride to. That picture would quickly be replaced by one of the bruised little gal that had shown up in my drive a few hours ago.

I heard Melanie get up several times that night. I guess she couldn’t sleep very well either. The stress she was under apparently wouldn’t let her relax.

The next day, Mel went to the police and filed a domestic violence complaint against Rob. Then she went to the courthouse and had a temporary restraining order placed against him. When she returned from court late that afternoon, she found I had made room for her car next to mine in the garage.

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

Bobby must have been starving. He ate nearly half the pizza by himself. He sure was cute with his face covered in pizza sauce. His sauce covered face was a match for his red hair. Bobby giggled when I teased him about his wearing more pizza than he had eaten.

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

After talking for an hour or so, Mel and I were getting tired as well. She took her shower and joined Bobby. Then I took a shower and went to bed as well.

Just as I was about to doze off, I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door.

I called out, “Come in.”

The 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. Luckily for me, the hallway light behind her was silhouetting her oh so petite body through her nightshirt.

I asked, “Are you all right?”

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

How could I refuse such a pitiful but enticing young girl? Without saying a word, I flipped my bed sheet back and held my arms out to her.

Melanie softly walked across my room and climbed into bed. She snuggled in between my arms. Facing me, she cuddled up close. I firmly, but gently, pulled her to my chest. She put her head on my shoulder and snuggled into 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 would have done if you hadn’t helped us out.” She then kissed my neck.

I softly kissed her forehead then whispered into her ear. “Shush. It’s okay. You’re safe here. No one will hurt you. Go to sleep now.”

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 begin rubbing my chest.

I continued telling her she’d be all right and stroked the back of her head. I 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. I couldn’t press her lips very hard. I was afraid of hurting her swollen lower lip. 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 slowly moved my hand that had been stroking her head down her back. I messaged her back while moving my hand lower and lower. I soon 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 and contented sigh from Melanie.

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

I then moved my hand from her ass, up under her shirt, and slowly moved it toward her chest.

Suddenly, Melanie tensed, leaned her chest into me, and begged, “Please don’t! Rob says I don’t have any tits."

I told her, “That’s alright, Mel. I think you’re beautiful whether you have tits or not.”

“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 my chest again, I softly told her, “Mel, you have a great little body. I don’t care if you have tits or not.”

“You really think I have a good body?”

"Yes!” I paused and then asked, “Would you do me a favor, Mel?”

“Of course I’ll do almost anything for you.” She asked, “What would you like me to do?”

I boldly made my request, “Get up and take off your shirt and panties. I want to have a good look at you. Please.”

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

I turned my small bedside light on. I wanted a good look at the sweet little body that had come to my bed. I could tell Mel was nervous. So, to encourage her, I quietly told her, “It’ll be okay, Honey. Take your time. You have nothing to fear or be ashamed of.”

Slowly, Mel pushed her 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 me her pussy. She then took the bottom of her shirt and began pulling it up her slender body. She quickly proved the color of the hair on her head was natural. Her pubic bush was just a little darker shade of red than the hair above. As she continued to pull her top up, she revealed smoothly rounded hips and a flat belly. Again, she hesitated, before quickly pulling her nightshirt over her head and throwing it into the corner of the room.

Mel then looked like a little doll standing before me. She stood completely naked with her arms hanging to her sides. Melanie was truly a beautiful girl. She would only get better as her bruises healed.

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

I requested, “Turn for me, Baby.”

She slowly turned 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 then told her, “Now, get back in this bed.”

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 too much.

I grabbed her ass, squeezed firmly, and pulled her body up. Using her ass as a handle, I pulled Mel up until I could get my mouth on her left nipple. As short as she was, she couldn’t continue to reach my cock when I pulled her body up. So, she used her hands on th back of my head to pull my mouth tightly to her chest. She was moaning as she pulled my head to her chest.

I sucked her nipple firmly into my mouth. As I alternated between her nipples, I sucked harder and harder on them. Each of her nipples grew larger. In no time, they were nearly half an inch long and hard as little stones. I rolled her onto her back and continued to divide my attention between her nipples. They were both standing hard and proud.

Mel was rocking her head back and forth while she held my head to her chest. Softly, she cooed, “Oh yes! Suck my tits, John. 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 stroke that stopped with an ever so light brush of her clit.

Mel’s legs practically flew apart. She gasped, “Oh God!” A few more strokes like that, and Mel was breathing rapidly, arching her back, and thrusting her ass up and off the bed.

As she lowered her hips, 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 lying 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. 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.

Mel was loudly moaning. Her head was rolling back and forth. She was pinching her own 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 onto my face, she begged with a desperate 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.

She sounded as if she was near tears again. “Oh yes, John. Do what ever you want to me. It's been a long time since I've been loved.”

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 lips. 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 to her, “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 between my thumbs and forefingers.

After making a few minor adjustments to her position, Mel lowered her body until she had my cock’s head entering her tight pussy. She told me, “Pinch my tits, Honey.”

When I pinched her nipples and firmly squeezed her small breasts, Mel sat down. 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. In rapid succession, Mel repeatedly lifted her pussy up and slammed it back down on my hard cock.

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 that tight little pussy and enjoy the ride as long as I could. Damn, that little gal liked to fuck.

Then, just as I began to lose control, and felt the undeniable urges of my balls to let go, Mel pitched forward to lie on my chest.

She cried out, “I’m cumming!” She quickly bounced right back up to her sitting position, raised up, slammed her pussy down on my cock, and ground her clit on 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, “So am I, Baby.” I held her tightly as 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.”

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

“So do I, Mel. So do I.”

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

“It’ll be okay.” Mel said. “He's used to sleeping by himself. Besides, 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.”

She asked, “What’s that?”

“ 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 my lips, hugged me, and snuggled close to my neck. She kissed my neck and whispered into my ear, “Just a twin, I think.”

We both 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 greeted her with a hug, a kiss, and told her, “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 replied. “Silly girl, what do you think?”

 

Little Mel II: 
The Cheerleader

It had been several weeks since Melanie (Little Mel), along with her young son Bobby, had left her 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 such a cute little doll 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 insulted her by pointing out her lack of breast meat.

He would yell at 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, four foot, eleven inch, ninety 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 and cooed 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 hug and gentle kiss.

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, 16-year-old, high school coed. I’d then give her a gentle swat on her round, denim-covered butt. She always wore jeans that snugly hugged her butt.

Bobby, in the mean time, had settled in nicely as well. When he wasn’t running through the house, he was in the back yard wearing out Dog, my 1-year-old, male, German Shepherd. 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 boy more than chasing the sticks I’d occasionally throw for him.

After a while, Mel and I decided to let Dog in the house 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, so the house was quiet when I walked in.

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

I called back, “Okay.” 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. She bounced to her feet just a couple of feet in front of me, and held her hands tightly to her sides as if standing at attention. Grinning from ear to ear, she proclaimed, “You’re a winner tonight!”

Grinning from ear to ear, I told this little doll standing in front of me, “Please 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”.

Her short skirt was also royal blue with gold trim around the waist and hem. From my point of view on the couch, I could see a pair of gold panties under her short skirt. She wore blue socks that had a gold “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 in her twenties, given her small size and nearly flat chest, Melanie looked just like a teenaged high school cheerleader.

I finished my drink and said to Mel, “Little girl, you look good enough to eat.”

She seductively replied, “Oooh, I hope so. I’ll bet you didn’t know I used to be a cheerleader. Did you?”

As I reached out to take her hands, I replied, “Well, hurray for our side! Let the games begin.”

Mel pulled back and 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 just might get lucky.”

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

We danced to tunes from the 50s and 60s. Just like a typical high school boy, I copped a feel of my date at every opportunity. Though Mel had tits like fried eggs, her nipples were fantastic. My caresses and gentle pinching had brought them to life. They were soon trying to drill holes in her knit top. 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. Her caressing hands soon had me nearly ready to explode.

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 homecoming dance.

After about 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?”

She softly replied, “I thought you’d never ask.”

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 and her legs around my waist. I held her by the ass as I carried her to our bedroom. When we got to the bedroom, she let her legs drop. I lowered her to the floor and she stood 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’re hiding under that sexy uniform.”

“OK, but I want to do something first.”

With that, she dropped to her knees, lowered my zipper, and pulled my ridged cock from my pants. Holding my cock against my belly, 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 pre-cum 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 while 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 cock’s shaft and head as she slid her mouth up and down its length. She was sucking like she was trying to get the first sip of an extra 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, “That's the idea. 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. She swallowed every drop of cum I gave her. Slowly, she slid her mouth off my cock and gently licked me clean. Smiling up at me, she said. “A little salty, but not bad. I know I'll get used to it.”

I asked, “Haven’t you ever sucked a cock before?”

Still on her knees, she replied, “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 his cock 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 waistband 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 allowed me to easily pull her top up and off. 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 areolae.

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

Mel had kicked her shoes off as I nibbled her nipples. 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 and panties.

Then, I kissed my way toward Mel’s pussy. As I knelt in front of her, I got another surprise. Little Mel, had shaved her pussy. Her red pubic hair was gone. Her pussy was completely bald and smooth.

“Oh, Baby, that’s beautiful. Now, let’s see if you’re good enough to eat.” I firmly grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and pulled Mel’s 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 as I licked her. With a shaky voice, she said, “Oh God! That’s wonderful!”

I stood, and cradled my little cheerleader in my arms. I carried her to the bed and gently laid her down 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 blue socks with the gold “P” at each ankle. The sight of her nearly flat chest, 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 revived cock sprang free.

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.

I mockingly I told her, “Don’t worry, Baby. I’m sure my little girlfriend can handle it.” With a grin covering my face, I climbed into bed next to her.

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 did not have a completely flat chest.

Over the past few weeks, I had learned Mel liked 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 her slit toward her asshole. I inserted a finger into her pussy.

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 out, “Oh shit! Eat my pussy, John! Please, suck my clit!”

I was only too happy to comply with her request. While I continued to stroke two fingers in her hole, I softly wrapped my lips around her erect clit and sucked.

With Mel holding my head tightly to her pussy, I flicked my tongue repeatedly 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.

She yelled, “Oh shit! Suck me, John! 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, lifted her legs up 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 calmed 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 told me, “You can have my ass if you want, but please be careful. I’ve never had anything in my ass before.”

I told her, “I want to fuck that tight little ass of yours, but we can save that for another night. Baby, 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 me yet.”

Still holding Mel’s legs over my shoulders, I pushed them even higher. When her knees were near her shoulders, I lined my up cock to enter her pussy.

As the head of my cock started to enter her, Mel moaned and firmly squeezed her breasts.

“Mmmmmm. Give it to me hard and fast, Honey. I want my pussy to feel well-used tonight.”

“Okay, 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 gasped sharply 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 slammed my cock against her cervix and pumped my load of cum deep into her core.

We cuddled a short time before dozing off to sleep. With 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 III: 
She Gets It In The End

It had been about a month since Little Mel had surprised me by greeting me at home wearing her old cheerleader’s uniform. It fit her just like it did when she was a 16-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. 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 young son, and Dog on that particular 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 young boy of their own and a large fenced yard. As soon as we arrived, Bobby met the sitter’s boy. They got along like they had been best friends forever. Bobby soon yelled, “Bye Mom!” The boys and Dog then noisily disappeared into the 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 did to get ready. When she finally came out of the bathroom, the wait for her was well justified.

Little Mel was stunning. She slowly turned so I could take it all in. 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. Thin straps that were tied together behind her neck held up the front of the dress. Her shapely, stocking covered, legs ended in black, low-healed shoes.

She grinned broadly when I told her I told her, “You look good enough to eat, Baby.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Mel kissed me and replied, “I sure hope so, but not now.” She looked down, saw the swelling in my pants, and said, “We better go now, or we may never get to dinner.” She took my offered arm and we headed out to my car.

We had a wonderful dinner at The Islands, a nice seafood 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 had said she liked it did I tell her what we were eating.

With mock shock, she asked, “You mean we’re eating Flipper?”

I replied, “We sure are, Babe. I guess he squeaked at the game warden one time too many.”

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 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 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 told her, “I’m afraid my cock is going to explode if you keep that up much longer.”

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 rose up, looked at me, and said with a giggle, “Go ahead and drive to the nightclub. It seems I have a little work to do here.” She immediately dove right back down on my cock with her mouth.

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?”

I told her, “Oh yeah, Baby. That was great. I think I can resist your charms for just a little while longer, now.” 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 resist me forever.”

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 others' 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 unstable on her feet.

I asked my tipsy girl, “What do you say we head home, Baby?”

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

“With pleasure my dear.” I put my arm around her slender waist and helped her walk out of the nightclub and to my car.

As soon as we were in my car and 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.

As she sat up, Mel said, “Mmmmm! I’m starting to like that more and more.”

I said with a laugh, “I guess dolphin isn’t the only new taste you’ve learned to like lately.”

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, “Okay! Bobby and Dog are both fine. Come fuck me, now!” She then ran to our bedroom.

I locked the door, turned out the lights, and followed her into our room. I found Little Mel laying face up on our bed, her legs spread wide, and grinning broadly. Her nipples were already fully erect and standing proudly above her large, puffy, areolae 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.”

With a giggle, she said, “Well then, get busy. Dinner is served.”

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 my lips 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 me!”

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.”

“Mmmmm.” 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 brown 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 continued eating her pussy and moved my hand down to give a little more attention to her asshole. After just a few minutes of fingering 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 pussy’s juices, I shoved my finger into 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 did as I had asked her.

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 my Little Mel. So, I retrieved a tube of numbing sunburn cream from my nightstand. 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 ass, 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 against the crinkled brown entrance to her ass. 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.

I asked, “Are you Okay, Baby?”

She looked over her shoulder toward me, smiled, and said, “Yes, go ahead.” She then 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 into her ass. She soon had all I had to give her. My balls were resting on her pussy and my hips were pressed tightly to her butt. I was fully buried in Mel’s devirginated 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 ass. 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 and force of my thrusts.

Mel’s grunts turned to groans and then moans.

“Oh Honey, that feels weird, but kind of good too.” She began tentatively pushing back against my cock as I pushed it into her ass.

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

Mel was screaming by then. Breathlessly she yelled, “Oh shit! Fuck my ass, John! Fuck it hard! Harder! Fill my ass with that cock, John!”

Tightening my grip on her hips, I slammed hard and deep into Mel’s depths.

“Oh! Fuck yes! That’s it!” She commanded, “Now, fuck my ass hard.”

I did. Using her hips for leverage, I slammed repeatedly into Mel’s tight asshole. She dropped her shoulders to the bed, leaving her ass in the air and impaled on my cock. After just a few more 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 working 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 autopilot. 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 she 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 alright, Baby?”

She rolled over, smiled, put her arms around my neck, and hugged me tightly. Quietly she said, “That was the most fantastic thing I've ever done. Can we do it again, soon?”

I eagerly agreed, “When ever you want to, Baby.”

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. I love you.”

“I love you too, John.”