Chapter Four: Chatting With Mr. B And His Girl Cunt

Samuel Watson and his black Cocker spaniel Blossom are at home alone on a hot June day. They just came back from a walk in the park where; just two and a half days ago, he met a pretty ten year old girl named Lyla Summers. He didn't see her at the park, nor has she called him. He's beginning to worry, maybe he frightened the sweet little girl away for good. As of right now, he's logged onto The Society's website chatting with his online friends Mr. B, and his sweet twelve year old blond haired blue eyed live in girl friend, with the online nick name of Cunt. All of The Society members young girlfriends have nicknames, but Cunt is the most outrages name he's known since he joined The Society two years ago.

Mr. B and Cunt have their webcam on so he can see their masked faces. Mr. B's wearing a black mask covering his face from above his eyes to the bridge of his nose. He's an older looking balding man with gray hair and brown eyes. Cunts wearing a new mask today, its made of blue velvet; complete with sparkly glitter embedded around the outside edges of the mask. Mr. B and Cunt just finished giving Sam a live private sex show. Sam masturbated while watching the show, wishing Lyla could've been there with him.

Maybe she would've sucked his cock, and swallowed his cum. But instead of her being there to do that, Sam masturbated using the soft pink cotton panties he coaxed Lyla into giving him for a keepsake, after her first visit to his home. Now the once clean panties are soiled with Sam's cum, although he did enjoy the feeling of the soft cotton wrapped around his cock. He fantasized it was Lyla's tight cunt: It was almost as good as the real thing. As he came, he wished it would've been Lyla's virgin sex; instead of a very sensual fantasy.

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Mr. B typed a message to Sam. Did you enjoy the show Mr. W.

Sam replied. That was fucking great. I wish my new girlfriend could've been here to watch.

Cunt replied. I want to meet your new girlfriend. We should all get together sometime. I enjoyed watching her suck your cock on that webcam video you posted. That was really hot. Mr. B and I especially enjoyed watching you eat her pussy. She's so cute. I want to meet her personally, so I can lick her pussy real good, then let you and my boyfriend fuck her. You'd like that; wouldn't you Mr. W.

Of course Sam liked that idea. But sadness almost overcome him. Thoughts of never seeing her again weigh heavy on his mind. He typed a reply. I think I scared her off. I haven't seen her in over 2 days.

Cunt replied. Awe don't worry, she'll be back. I just know she will.

Mr. B typed. If she doesn't come see you again. We should still meet. You've been a member of The Society for 2 years, you've never been to one of our parties. We have an event coming up next month, in an undisclosed location. I want to meet you somewhere. Call this number, we'll discuss where we can meet.

Sam quickly jotted his online friends phone number down. He's been wanting to meet Mr. B and Cunt for a long time. Now he'll soon get his chance.

Chapter Five: Lovely Lyla

Meanwhile at Lyla's rundown rental home, she's finishing up her last load of laundry. Two and a half days ago, she came back from Sam's house. It was late, and her mother was awake waiting impatiently for her young daughter to return home. She was angry at Lyla: Not for getting home late, but for not finishing a massive amount of chores she ordered Lyla to do; so she could take a nap. Now Lyla's been grounded at home since then, for not doing her chores. That's one reason she never called Sam, or went to see him.

The other reason is, she's a apprehensive about Sam, and the sexual pleasures he gave her. Like all of us, Lyla's been taught by her elders, and the media to beware of men like Samuel Watson. But now as she finishes folding the last load of laundry, all alone in their living room. Her mother took to many pain pills once again, she's fast asleep in her bedroom. Before the lazy woman retreated to her bed, she back handed Lyla across her cheek. For what she called: Mouthing off to her. Now Lyla's thinking of Sam and how nice he was to her, and not to mention. She's thinking how good the grown man tongue and fingers felt when he played with her cunny, and licked her so nicely between the legs. She thinks to herself.

"I should call Sam. He's the only friend I have in Windy city. He's probably mad at me for not calling him."

She picked up a load of towels, and carried them to a small bathroom. She placed them one by one into a cabinet near the toilet. As she turned away from the cabinet, she looks in the mirror, she places her fingertips on her bruised cheek. She remembers being knocked to the floor, by the brute force of her mothers slap. The slap didn't hurt as much as the painful words her mother said to her while she sat on the floor looking up at the drug crazed woman.

"I should've aborted you. Having you, was just one big mistake!!" Her mother turned away closing her bedroom door behind her, without an apology for her cruel remarks. But the words Sam told her at the park come to mind as she wipes tears from her pretty face.

"You're absolutely not a mistake," Is what she remembered him saying. His words made her feel wanted. She smiles when she thinks of the kindly tall handsome man, his salt & pepper gray hair. And especially the gentle way he touched her. She thought of the way his lips felt when he kissed her. And the way his tongue felt when he licked her cunny. She slipped one hand under the waistband of her Barbie pajama pants. She thinks of Sam, and the way he fingered her virgin pussy during the short time she spent with him. Almost right away, her cunny began tingling with pleasure. She closed her eyes, she sees Sam's smiling face, his kind warm brown eyes. She pretends her tiny fingers are Sam's fingers, it feels so good.

As she masturbates, she remembers him saying. "If you want'a talk, just call me." Her breathing intensified, her knees began to shake. She almost fell as she came. "Oops. But mmm, that sure felt good."

She said softly. "I'm calling Sam. I hope he's not mad at me." With thoughts of Sam on her mind she quickly left the bathroom. She picked up a portable phone, then stepped into her own bedroom.

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Sam's in his kitchen making lunch. He's not really hungry. It seems he's lost his appetite, he cant get Lyla's angelic face off his mind. He longs to kiss her sweet lips once more, including the soft pink folds of her pussy as well. Its so quiet in kitchen, his body lurched suddenly when the silence is broken by the loud ringing of his home phone. He quickly answers the phone. "Watson residents!!" he said abruptly. There was a long pause at the other end of the line, he then heard her sweet voice.

"Hi Sam." Was all she said, but her simple reply made his heartbeat quicken, and his pulse race.

"Lyla...oh baby...I thought you'd never call. How're you doing today sweetheart!!" His kind voice made Lyla smile. Making her mothers cruel remarks fade away. "I'm doing Ok....I guess?"

"You don't sound ok, baby girl," he said, hearing sadness in her voice. "My mom got mad at me. She said I mouthed off to her. She slapped me, then went to bed." What she told him, made his blood boil. He heard her sigh. She whispered a request. "Sam can I come over to your house?"

"Why sure baby girl. Come on over. Blossom and I, have been missing you so much since your last visit." although he really meant to say. I've been missing you so much.

Sam slipped his left hand down to his crotch, as he spoke thinking of the sweet girl on the other end. He began playing with his limp cock through his sweatpants. He grew hard with the anticipation of seeing Lyla's smiling dimpled cheeks, her curly brown hair, and those mesmerizing hazel eyes. Fantasy's of lifting her off her feet at the doorstep, pulling her inside, then kissing her passionately as he carries her to his bedroom flash through his mind. He quells his thoughts telling her.

"Hurry over, I'm making lunch. Are you hungry?" She giggled. "Yes. I'm starving. I'll be over soon. Bye!"

Her voice seemed a bit happier before she quickly disconnected. The happy tone in her sweet voice made him smile. He thought of Mr. B and his girl Cunt, he wants to tell them both the good news. He became so excited, without thinking he screamed out. "Yeehaw. Lyla's coming over. Yeehaw!!"

He suddenly felt like a teenage boy, finding out the high school prom queens coming to see only him; and no one else.

Chapter Six: Having Lyla For Lunch

Sam didn't change out of his gray Chicago Cubs sweatpants. But he did give his forty-five year old face a quick shave. He also gave his body a quick spit bath. Making sure to wash his cock and ball's. Because he didn't want Lyla to think he was a filthy old man, if she should end up with her sweet lips wrapped around his cock once again. "Ding. Dong" He heard his doorbell ring. He ran towards the door, feeling like a teenage boy once again, instead of the forty year old man he really is. As he ran to the door, he slipped into a dark blue tank top T-shirt. Opening the door, he's speechless when he sees the way Lyla dressed herself .

Today, she's wearing her curly brown hair tied into a ponytail, held back with a yellow hair band. She's wearing a multi colored checkered print midriff blouse. Sam likes the way she tied the midriffs shirttail; just above her bellybutton. Below that, she's wearing very snug fitting faded blue denim shorts. She's had these shorts since she was eight years old. Her body's grown considerably since then, they fit her body so tightly she cant snap the top button. Sam likes the way the unbuttoned shorts expose, just a slight bit of her pink and yellow panties. He finds his voice exclaiming.

"Well come on in sweetheart. Don't just stand there!" She smiles sweetly looking up at her tall adult friend as she steps inside. As she steps passed him, he notices there's a midsize blue and pink Barbie backpack strapped to her back. "What's in the back pack Lyla. Are you planning on staying a while."

She turned to him, seeming hesitant to answer. "I'm...running away from home Sam. Can I stay here with you," she begged. "Please: Can I stay with you. I don't have anywhere else to go!!"

Tears began streaming down her sweet face. He quickly knelt down, pulling the sobbing girl to his body. He wrapped his arms around her, patting her gently on the back.

"Sure baby girl. You can stay with me."

It sank in now, his fantasy is coming true. He thanked god, or whoever it was that sent this sweet angel to him; silently. He lifted her up in his arms, her sobs turned to childish laughter of joy. He held his hands under her firm preteen butt cheeks, letting the fingers of his right hand slip between her legs. He looked into her hazle brown eyes, telling her. "Kiss me like we kissed yesterday," she smiled and giggled.

"Just liked a boyfriend kisses his girlfriend; kind of kiss," she said. "Yes just like that," he said, before placing lips over hers. To his delight Lyla never forgot the quick French kiss lessons he gave her in the kitchen two and half days ago. When she felt his warm wet tongue touch her lips, she parted them, letting her tongue dance with the much older mans tongue. The kiss seemed to last forever. Lyla feels the same warm tingling sensation flowing from somewhere deep within her young body. Her earlobs tingled, her breast felt flush and warm. And her favorite thing of all about kissing. She feels little electric shocks of pleasure raging deep within her cunny.

Sam didn't bother taking her to his kitchen for lunch. All he can think about now, is pulling her sexy tight fitting shorts from her young body, then burrying his face between her legs, to devour her virgin sex like a wild passionate starving animal. Without a word, he carries her to his bedroom. Once there he lets her down to the floor. As she stands before him, seeing him drop to his knees in front of her.

"What are you doing?" she said. He didn't speak, he kissed her once more, letting his hands slid to the unbuttoned snap of her faded denem shorts. She didn't try and stop him, as he slowly pulled the shorts down, along with her pink and yellow panties.

He spoke softly. "I want to kiss you all over your sweet little body. But I cant do that if your dressed. Let me take all your cloths off." She giggled sweetly when he began slowly unbuttoning her multi colored chekered print midriff blouse. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, looking her in the eyes he told her.

"As you can see Lyla. I've really been missing you." She nervously replied. "I've missed you too!"

He slipped the blouse from her shoulders. He leaned back, admiring her developing body. "Your so beautiful," he whispered. He stood up, smiling down at his young lover.

"Now help me undress." She laughed nervously, not expecting his request.

"Um...Ok!" was all she could say. She noticed his Chicago Cubs sweatpants are tied in place by a thick string located at the waistband. Her fingers shook nervously as they touched the loose ends of the bow tie knot. With one tug, the knot was undone. She stood looking up at Sam, as if not sure what to do next.

"Sweetheart, pull my pants down. I want'a be naked just like you." With that said Lyla giggled childishly, quickly tugging the grown mans pants down. He's not wearing underwear, his semi erect cock sprong out. Sam laughed at the way his young friends eyes opened wide at the sight of his stiffening prick.

"Go ahead baby. Touch it," a devious thought came to mind. "As a mater of fact. It needs a kiss."

She surprised him, quickly taking hold of it with both hands. She began playing with his cock. What really amazed him was when she leaned down slightly, then gave the sensitive head of his cock a kiss. Ahhh. She heard him moan. She's short of course, only four-eight; at the least. "Do you want me to suck it?"

Her sudden childishly sweet question took Sam off guard slightly. His reply was hesitant.

"Yes, yes baby. I do want you to suck it." She looked back at the computer chair. At first Sam thought she was changing her mind. When she quickly ran across the room to retreive the chair, then roll it to where he stood near the bed, he's completely relieved. She sat down, leaned over, took his now completely hard member in one hand, using that hand to guide his cock to her mouth. As she wrapped her lips around his shaft, she guided her freehand to those things in the wrinkled up bag of skin, he calls nuts.

"Ahhh. You are a very fast learner. Aren't you Lyla." The warmth of his young lovers lips on his cock flesh send immediate sensations of pleasure to his mind body and sole. He didn't speak at all, she didn't seem to need the same instructions he gave her a few day's ago.

Lyla's taste buds quickly learn to accept the somewhat salty flavor of Sam's cockflesh. She likes the soft feeling of his large testicles; of which, she's now gently fondled using her left hand. Her right hand is almost to small to wrap all the way around the mans cock shaft. As she sucks it, she wonders why and how it ever got so hard. She tasted sweet salty juices flowing from the tip of his cock. She remembers the taste of the white sticky stuff he leaked into her mouth during her first ever blow job. But the flavor of the clear liquid leaking from his cock is different then that: Its not as salty, as the white stuff.

Mmm....Ahh. She hears him moan. But she didn't think he came yet, at least not like he did a few days back. She wants to make him cum like last time. But most of all, she wants to make him happy. She loves making adults happy: Its just her sweet nature to make people happy. He suddenly spoke, interrupting her thoughts.

"You're doing so good baby. But I don't want'a cum yet. Stop sucking; ok sweetie." Lyla stopped bobbing her head and sucking. She pulled her lips away, a long sticky strand of clear precum stuck to her upper lip.

"Why, aren't I doing it right," she said. Sam smiled, kindly laughing at her sweet response.

Chapter Seven: My Favorite Number Is 69

"Oh, no baby. You're doing it right. I just want'a teach you something new, that's all."

He took her by the hand, then pointed to the bed.

"Lets go lay on the bed. I'll teach you what we adults call sixty-nineing."

"Sixty-nineing....What's sixty-nineing?" Sam loved her curious question.

"I'm going to lay on my back with my head on the pillows. When I lay down. You climb up over me, kneeling with your cunny over my face, facing towards my feet. Once your sweet bodies in the right position. I'll lick and kiss your cunny, while you suck my cock!"

Lyla watched Sam lay down, but she's still not quite sure what the adult sex thing, called sixty-nineing is all about.

"Ok so I suck you while you lick my coochy; right?"

"Yes. Now get your cute little ass up her girl." he said urgently.

Lyla quickly did as he asked. He sounded angry. She doesn't want her new adult friend angry at her. She wants to make him happy. She climbed on top of his chest, her hand bumped his rock hard cock, it wiggled back an forth like a palm tree in the wind. As she climbs over him, Sam loves how soft her skin feels, as her skin caresses his chest. He quided her ass and pussy closer to his face and mouth.

"Now start sucking me again sweetheart. I'll be busy down here, eating your sweet pussy."

He kissed her pussy, she giggled. He loves making her giggle.

"Mmm...Your pussy is so sweet!!" he exclaimed her sweetness, then gave her one more instruction.

"Lyla baby, you're a good little cocksucker. But while you're sucking me, I want you to ocassionaly lick and suck my cock like it's a lolypop. Stop sucking and stroking my it from time to time, run your tongue and lips up and down the length of my shaft. Pretend you're licking an ice cream cone. Once you learn to suck me like this, you'll officially be a fantastic little cock sucker."

To his amazment Lyla gave what he told her a try, without any further instruction.

"Like this?" she said. She licked her wet tongue down the length of his seven inch shaft. Towards the hilt of his cock; just above his thick black pubic bush, she gave his cock a kiss. He felt a small orgasm ocure when she did this.

"Ahhh...Yes baby girl. Just like that. Now get to work girl." He playfuly slapped her pert round ass cheek. Eeek

"Hey why'd you spank me?" He kissed her pussy, giving it a quick lick, before saying.

"That wasn't a spanking sweetheart. That, was a love tap."

With that said, he begain licking and sucking Lyla's sweet preteen pussy. Once again he savored the flavor of her sex. The taste and scent of her musky sweet little girl sweat; with just a slight taste of bitter urine, almost made him cum too soon in her mouth. Lyla's young body quickly responded to his sensual oral attention. The electric tingling sensations, she'll soon learn to call orgasms, rush up from between her legs, to her sensitive nipples. All the way up to her earlobes. These strange, but good feeling make it almost to hard for her to concentrate on pleasing Sam with her mouth and tongue. But she keeps her inexperienced mouth on his cock. She sucks it, then kisses and licks the shaft, just like her boyfriend told her to.

Sam responds to the feeling of her mouth lips and tongue, by thrusting his hips upwards. He doesn't stop sucking and licking the young girls pussy, making sure to give her developing clit; lots of special attention. Lyla's body responds to his attention. She unknowingly pushes harder against his invading tongue. From his position, he sees her perfect little brown and pink asshole. He decides its time to teach his young lover about the pleasures of anal stimulation. He has future plans to fuck her tight asshole. But first, he needs to get her acquainted to his fingers being stuffed deep inside.

Lyla's doing her best to make Sam happy with her mouth lips and tongue: And he seems to be enjoying what she's doing. Suddenly she feels his tongue, licking her anus. Also she feels one of his finger tips pushing deeper and deeper inside her tight virgin sphincter. "Ugh..hey what are you....doing."

He kept pushing his finger deeper.

"I'm teaching you something new. Don't worry baby, just relax your butt hole."

"Okay!!" she said weakly. The feeling of Sam's index finger stuffed deep inside her asshole did begin to feel good. She also liked the way his wet tongue felt when he licked her once around her anus, then back to her tingling cunny.

She went back to work, licking, sucking, stroking, and kissing her boyfriends cock. She thinks to herself.

"Boyfriend, mmm. I like having a boyfirend." These thoughts make her cum. Sam feels her body shiver, he knew she's cumming. But, he's not ready to stop pleasuring her yet. He wants to make her young body addicted to sexual pleasure. Sexual pleasure for young girls, is one of The Society's main goals.

Sam read a blog on the society's web sight once. It was writen by Mr. B. The blog was titled. The Art of teaching promiscuity to young girls. He stated in the blog.

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The outside world: The moral majority as I like to call them. They say: When young girls are molested, they often become promiscuous. They say the girl grows up continually looking for someone to satisfy her sexual needs. I say to all of our Society members. Teach promiscuity to your young lovers. Its what all man kind needs these days. I believe: A world full of promiscuous human beings, is much better than a world full of :War mongering murdering human beings anytime.

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With the memory of Mr. B's blog on his mind. Sam began vigorously fingering Lyla's anus. While licking sucking and fingering her sopping wet cunt at the same time. She's totally enjoying the attention. He knows Lyla's so called mother, and most likely any other friends or family members she knows. Most likely never show much of any kind of affection to this sweet young girl. As he pleasures her to the fullest, he thinks to himself. "If affection and attentions what she needs. I'll give her much more then she can handle."

He wetted his middle finger, then inserts this finger into her tight asshole, along with the index finger he's been fingering her with since they began. Lyla feels it push in, she feels pain. But the pains followed by an earth shattering orgasm. She's sucking his cock to an orgasm as well. As her body rocks and shivers to an orgasm, so does Sam. His balls tightened, he releases his seed down Lyla's throat. She gags but swallows every drop of creamy cum.

"Ohhh...yeah Baby girl, suck it all up!!" he exclaims, thrusting his hips upwards fucking her mouth. Wishing her mouth was actualy her tight virgin pussy. He kept finger fucking her tight butt hole as well. Her body responded, rocking into the feeling of two long fingers thrusting and twisting inside.

Lyla couldn't take the mix of pain and pleasure anymore. She let Sam's spent cock drop from her mouth. Cum ran down her chin. "Sam, please stop." Sam took both fingers out, he stuck them in his mouth, enjoying her pungent sweet taste. "Sorry babe. But, did you like it?"

"Turn around. Come and cuddle with me for a while. I think cuddling after having sex is the best part. Especially if its with someone you love."

Lyla took her time moving her spent body around. She felt weak: No its more like. Completely drained. Her anus feels a little sore, but its not agonizing pain. She finaly turned her body around. She looked Sam in the eyes. "Did you put two fingers in my butt," Sam smiled broadly. "Yes. Did you like it?"

She scrunched her cute nose up. "I liked it. But, gosh...its discusting. I poop from that hole."

"Oh come on babe. I know you liked it,' he patted his chest lightly. "Lay your head down. You've had a rough day. Its time you relax for a while." Lyla laid her head on his shoulder, Sam inhaled the intoxicating sweet floral shampo scent of her curly brown hair. "Lyla," he said. "What Sam?" he stroked her soft hair.

"I love you," he said softly. She didn't reply.

"That's ok babe," he said. "I heard someone say once. You say it best, when you say nothing at all."

They're both too exhausted to get out of bed. Before long, they both fade off to sleep. The floral scent of Lyla's hair cause Sam to dream: He's laying in a field of lavender. There's a sweet young girl with curly brown hair cuddling with him, laying her head on his shoulder.

Chapter Eight: Calling Mr. B.

They fell asleep sometime after 1:30 pm. Its now around 6 pm. Sam woke suddenly, finding the girl of his dreams sleeping quietly beside him. She's still laying her head on his shoulder. As he comes awake he thinks of calling Mr. B. He's almost dying to tell him, Lyla ran away from home today, and now she's sleeping completely nude in his bed. He feels the need to actualy meet this mysterious gray haired balding man, and his pretty young preteen girlfriend, with the degrading screen name of Cunt. He lifted Lyla's head from his shoulder. He gently placed it on his pillow, then slowly climbed from bed.

He found his gray sweatpants laying on the floor. Not wanting to wake Lyla, he krept bare foot from the room. Once dressed he let his Cocker spainiel Blossom out into his fenced in back yard. The cute little spaniel ran out quickly, she's been holding a full blader for almost six hours now. He found his portable phone, sitting on a table in the living room. Out of curiosity he decides to look up the area code, curious to see where Mr. B, and Cunt live. The area code turns out to be a Long Island area code. Nowhere near Windy city Illinois. He decided no mater what: Its time, he personely calls his long time online Society member friend. He sat down, his knees are shaking, there's something intriguingly mysterious about Mr. B. He dialed the number, then waited for an answer.

It rang through for what seemed an eternity. He was about hang up, when suddenly he hears a young English preteen girls voice. "Hello. May I ask who's calling," the girl said: Could this be the girl he only knows as Cunt. He's never heard her voice before. They've only chatted back an forth using the key boards of their computers. "Hi sweetheart. My names mister W. Is mister B home tonight," said Sam, trying to be pleasant for the girl. Her cockney English accent sounded out as she spoke.

"Oh you're the mysterious; but sexy mister W. Me boyfriends been waiting impatiently for you to call love. Hold on I'll fetch him for you."

Her childish English accent turned him on. He found himself wishing he could listen to her cockney accent all day, especially if he were laying naked in bed with this sweet young blue eyed blond. He wants to speak a little longer with her, but she suddenly placed the phone down. He hears her voice yelling to someone in the background. Suddenly he hears a mans voice speaking nearby. "Daddy, its mister W. He called. Isn't this marvey daddy," Sam heard what the sweet girl said about him, his cock began to swell. The man spoke, ruining his fantasy.

"Hello Samuel Watson, its damned nice for you to call." said the man. Sam hears more of a resigned English gentlemen when mister B speaks. But it bothers him severely: The man knows his full name.

"How do you know my name. I've never told you or anyone on the sight; my name!"

This made Sam a little hesitant to stay on the phone. He thinks of disconnecting the call.

"Don't worry Sam. Please understand sir, as a high ranking member of The Society, its my job to learn as much about our members as possible. After all, you know as well as I. We must be careful, in this world of old fashioned conservative cavemen who think they run this world of ours."

Sam found himself agreeing with Mr. B's open minded philosophy.

"Yes sir, you're right. We should be careful." said Sam.

"May I ask, if your pretty brown haired girlfriend ever turned up." said Mr. B. "I truly enjoyed that video you posted. She's a lovely girl." He sounding a bit turned on, as he spoke of Lyla.

"Ha...Yes. As a mater of fact she did. She came over today. She told me, she's running away from home. She had an argument with her drug addict mother. The bitch slapped her. When her mother took a nap, she packed a bag and came to my place. She's hiding away at my place now," Sam laughed. "Now She's completely nude, sleeping peacefully in my bed."

Mr. B chuckled. "Jolly good my boy. You sound happy as a lark," Mr. B cleared his throat. He became serious once more. "Sam, I want to help you adopt, your young lady friend. You see, most all of The Society members adopt their girls: Most at a very young age. As a mater of fact, I adopted my girl Maggie when she was just five years old. Of course, I did this after giving a hefty donation to the orphanage she was staying at: And also, just a little help from some friends in The Society. You see mister Watson, The Society has members in some very high places, even the bloody Church,"

"Now just give me any information you have about her mother. If my hunch is right, her drug addicted mum, will give her little girl up to you without question. But for a good price, I assume."

Sam sounded doubtful, Lyla's mother would basically sell her own child. "You...can do that. I do know her mothers address, she lives in the same neighborhood as I do. But really mister B, all this sounds to good to be true."

"Give me the woman's address. By the time we meet, come Friday, you'll have custody of the girl."

Sam heard complete confidents in Mr. B's voice. He gave the man all the information he knew of Lyla's mother. With one more question. "How much will this cost. I'm a wealthy man, but I'm not exactly a billionaire," said Sam. Although the thought of becoming Lyla's legal guardian, did sound extremely good.

"I know you can afford it Sam. You love this girl; right?" said Mr. B. "With all my heart." said Sam.

"Then get used to having the lass call you daddy, because once our friends in the society start the wheels rolling on this. Mister Watson, you'll be a very happy father by Friday. You have my word on that."

"If the society can help, that'll be great," said Sam. "And if they do mister B, I'll let you spend a little quality time with Lyla. She can call you uncle B, how's that sound?"

Mr. B laughed. "Her names Lyla, I've always liked that name. Well yes my boy, I'd love for her to call me uncle. Especially when I'm shagging the lass." He changed the subject. "Now my boy, you won't need to give me your address. I already know that anyway. Now if everything goes as planned, my girl Maggie and I will be arriving in Windy City Friday morning, I'll be flying in my on my Learjet. I'll rent a car at the airport. Oh by the way Maggie has a male Cocker, she wants to bring the little pooch. She's been begging me for a Cocker, since she saw your's online a while back. So what Maggie want's Maggie get; you know!!"

"Cool. I guess my dog Blossom gets laid this weekend too." joked Sam. "And oh by the way. I'm glade you told me Cunts real name. I just hope I don't end up calling Maggie by her screen name by accident, I don't want'a make her angry with me."

Mr. B let out a guttural laugh. "No my boy. She loves that name. Christ, she's the one who made the bloody name up." Mr. B ended the call, saying. "Ok Sam, Maggie and I will see you and Lyla Friday. One more thing lad. Don't let her go home to her mum. Do whatever it takes to keep her at your home. Spoil the girl rotten. Treat the her like a princes."

"That sounds good buddy. I'm thinking of taking her to the mall, she needs knew cloths. I'll spoil her like that," said Sam. "I'll see you both Friday. Goodbye for now."

He sat back in the chair, watching the sun go down. The thought of actually adopting Lyla seems unreal, but it also excites him to think, she might soon call him daddy. He thinks of Mr. B, and his powerful reach. And the even more mysterious Society. A cold chill run down his spine, as he thinks of how much they know about him.

Chapter Nine: Spoiling Lyla

Sam woke up once more. This time its, Wednesday morning, two days before Mr. B and Cunt, or should I say Maggie arrive for a visit. Lyla's sound asleep, Sam's laying behind her in a spooning position. His cocks hard again. She's still completely nude, the head of his cock is positioned nicely between her firm round ass cheeks. Sam slids his hand between her soft inner thighs. Right away he finds the lips of her vulva. They feel puffy and inviting. She wakes slowly, when she feels someone groping her pussy.

She yawns and tries to push Sam fingers away. "Umm...where am I?" she says, in a groggy voice. He kissed her on the corner of the mouth.

"Hey beautiful, wakeup your at my house. Don't you remember. You ran away yesterday. We made love. I guess I wore your sweet little body out."

He kissed her once more. This time letting his lips caress hers, he speaks softly.

"I want to fuck your sweet little ass," He kept fingering her pussy, he let the tip of his index finger slip into her asshole. Her body responded, the way he hoped it would. She yawned, but spread her slender legs, letting his fingers play. His lips caressed her earlobe, she likes how that feels. He whispers. "Wait here baby. I have just what we need in the bedside drawer."

He slid his nude body over her's he then knelt down reaching inside a small bedside drawer. She watches him bring out a tube of anal lube. She can see the label. It's called XXX anal lube, with pain reducer.

"Get up on your hands and knees sweetheart. You're going to love what I do next!" his voice sounded slightly demented. But she's heard this voice before, she's learning to trust him. "Ok, but why?" she says.

"Like I said baby. I'm going to fuck your sweet ass. But don't worry, my cock will feel even better then my fingers did last night." She slowly did as he asked. Once again she feels as if she's under some kind of magic spell. Sam's kind voice, his sweet smile. She cant seem to resist him now. Even though the thought of his thick hard cock being forced up her tiny sphincter frightens her.

"Ah yeah. That'a girl. Lyla baby, you have such a sexy ass." he exclaimes this sounding totally perverted, but his perverted tone of voice turnes her young mind on. Her legs tremble as she waits for Sam to make his next move. "I want our friends on the net to see how sexy your ass is. We better put our mask on."

He comes back wearing his Lone Ranger mask, he gives her a mask. It's the one she made her Society debut in, its a girls masquerade mask, complete with sparkling silver sequins. She put the mask on.

"You look hot as hell in that mask baby. No don't move stay right there. I need to get the camera angle just right." He adjusted his digital camera on a stand near the bed. "Ahh that's great. Ok lets fuck," he exclaims. She's kneeling on the bed with her sexy feet perched on the edge of the bed. But still kneeling on her hands and knees. Sam loves how sexy she looks. Her full round pure white ass is sticking upward, just slightly. Her back is arched perfectly. He steps behind her. He kneels on the floor, looking as if he's a slave master getting ready to take his young preteen slave. She's kneeling on the bed, waiting for her master to take anal cherry.

She giggles, and moans, when she feels his lips and tongue touch the senitive flesh located between her cunt and asshole. He licks her anus, then her pussy, then back to her anus once more.

"Mmm...oh Sam, that's so dirty. But I like it." He kisses her soft butt cheek.

"Your being such a good girl for me today. Being as your such a good girl, after you let me fuck your sweet ass, I'll take you shoping at the mall. I'll buy you anything you want." This caught her attetion.

"Anything I want. Ok you can put your penis in my butt. If you'll buy me anything I want." she exclaims. proudly. Sam thinks. Maybe I chose the wrong words. He squeezed a glob of clear slippery anal lube in the crack of her ass. "Hey, that's cold. What is that stuff." Sam laughed. "Its butt fuck lube girl,"

"Now, heres something else I want you to do." she looked back, her body tensed when she felt something warm and hard pressing against her anus. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to talk dirty for me. I want you to say things like, daddy fuck my little girl ass. I want you to talk like a slut for me: Can you do that?"

"Ok I guess I can talk bad for you." she said timidly. Smack, he spanked her once on the ass.

"Hey that hurt!" She yelped.

Sam spoke assertively. "If you want me to buy anything you want, at the mall. You'll have to say fuck my little girl ass. You'll need to be really dirty for me; ok baby. I love you, but I want you to do what I say."

She felt his cock press in. Sam watched his cock go inch by inch inside her pinkish brown sphincter. He heard her grunt. He looked up, seeing she has her pretty hazle brown eyes closed.

"Say It baby. Say what I want'a hear," he grunted, pushing deeper. Lyla didn't feel any serious pain, she did feel warm tingling sensations rushing through her cunny. "Fuck My little girl asshole Daddy," she spoke loudly, its music to his ears. Sam did as she asked. He began thrusting harder into her.

"Ok little girl. Daddy will fuck you harder!"

"Tell me little girl. Are you daddy's little slut."

Lyla has a hard time speaking, her body feels a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Yes I'm ..Daddy's little slut..ugh." Sam loved the way her tiny sphincter squeezed his cock with every thrust of his cock. He went deeper. Lyla feels his pubic hair against her butt cheek. It tickles. instead of giggling she talks dirty for him. "Fuck my ass daddy. Fuck my ass."

"Oh yeah. My little Lyla's being a real good girl for daddy. Say more, you dirty little slut!"

For Lyla, before this, if someone would've called her a dirty slut, she might get mad, or maybe runaway crying. But for some reason, although his bad words degrade her. Sam's degradations turn her on. She doesn't quite understand why but this dirty talk makes her cum. "Fuck my ass Daddy." she says breathlessly. Sam fucks her harder, he feels his balls tightning. Her tiny young voice, saying such filthy things, completely turn him on.

"Ohhh yes, baby girl. I like fucking your little girl ass.Tell me to cum in your ass baby, tell me!"

In a raspy tiny voice she exclaimes his request. "Cum in my ass.....I want you to cum in meeee."

"Here it comes baby....Ahh oh yes oh fuck yeah...oh fuck....ahhhh."

Sam fights to stand up, he came so hard. Lyla feels all of his hot cum goshing inside her once virgin ass, flooding her bowles. She cum's, it's a different kind of tingling warm feeling. The sensation rolls over her body like a warm ocean wave. She feels Sam's cock flexing deep within her bowels. Her legs shake, her nipples feel warm. Most of all her cunny feels, hot wet and sticky. Sam gained his senses back, he feels sorry for the way he talked to his little girl.

But he knows she has to be taught, he knows the ways of The Society. Once again he remembers Mr. B's blog. Teach promiscuity to your young lovers. Said the mysterious Mr. B. So that's what Sam will do with Lyla. He's going turn her into a preteen sex freak behind closed doors. At the same time, teaching her to be a sweet little girl for the outside world to see. He pulled out, then fell on the bed beside Lyla, pulling her trembling spent body to his.

"You did good baby. Are you alright. Did you like how my cock felt inside your ass."

"It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," she said. "And, it was fun calling you daddy." she said breathlessly. He kissed her cheek.

"Today, being as you've been such a good girl for me. I'm going to treat you like a princes. The first thing I'm going to do for you, is run a nice bubble bathe," he kiss her earlobe, she giggled.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to bathe with you in the tub. I'll wash your sexy little body, till your nice and clean. Then after we bathe, I'll take you to the mall. Its time someone buys you a whole new wardrobe. Don't you think?"

He kissed her on the lips passionately. laying his hand over her bare chest, he feels her heart beating faster when he kisses her. He pulles away, but lets his fingers play with her hard nipples.

"You lay here for a while. I'll go run us a nice warm bath. How's that sound sweetie?"

She replied speaking softly, looking into his eyes. "That sounds nice. I like bubble bathes."

Within twenty minutes he ran a perfectly warm bubble bath. He and his ex preteen girlfriend Sara, used to take bathes together. He keeps special floral scented aromatherapy bubble bath soap, just for special ocassions such as this. His bathrooms located just off from the bedroom. He stepped in to his room finding Lyla holding the pink panties she gave him the first time they met.

"Why are these panties I gave you all crusty & stained." she said curiously, she held them close to her face. She then realized what the crusty stain is. "Is this cum. Like the stuff that shoots from your penis when I suck you?"

Sam laughed. "Yes, you guessed it. I got lonely while you were goen. Its kind of mister B. and his girl Cunt's falt they. They gave me a live sex show, earlier today on The Society's websight. I wrapped them around my cock and jerked off, pretending I was having sex with you." He enjoyed watching her sniff them, before scrunching her nose up, then tossing to the floor. "That's kind of weird Sam!!" she said giving him a peculiar look. She let-out a girlish little scream, when Sam suddenly lifts her completely nude body from the floor. He cradled her 4ft 8 seventy-five pound body in his arms, then carried her to the barheroom; as if she were a baby. He kissed her passionately, she returned the kiss.

"I'm sorry about messing your panties up. Don't worry they'll come clean in the wash. And besides that, I'm going to buy a bunch of new panties when we go shoping today." He slowly but gently lowered her down, letting her stand in the tube. Tall foamy white suds cover her legs, just above the knees.

"Ok move over, I'm coming in too," she giggled. "I don't think we'll both fit in here!" she said.

Sam sat down, leaning his back against the tub. "We'll both fit, come sit down. Lean your back against my chest." He helped lay back, then he began washing her body using a soft blue wash cloth. He started washing her neck, then slowly made his way down to her chest. Making sure to pay special attention to her small but firm budding breast. Her body shivered as he touched her nipples.

"Mmm. That feels nice. I like it when you touch my boobies."

"And I like touching them too," he exclaimed, letting his right hand slip down over her flat tummy, eventually his fingers slip between her thighs, ending up against her cunt.

"I need to clean your pussy too. Open your legs wide for me, so I can wash it properly. She slowly spread for him. He began gently washing the folds of her cunny, ocassionaly letting the tips of his fingers caress her pink flower pedals. "Why do they call girls vagina's pussy...mmm. That feels good." her voice quiverd.

"Because, when a man plays with a girls vagina, like I'm doing your's. It makes them purr like a kitten."

He made his fingers go in deeper, hoping to make Lyla purr. Her body tensed, she pushed against his fingers. "Mmm. Ahh..I like what your doing Sam."

"There, you see, it does make you purr."

"Lyla honey. I need to ask you something, being as I have your undivided attention."

"Mmm...What do you want'a ask me," she said clamping her thighs over his right hand and fingers, she began slowly humping his fingers as he worked them into her sensitive cunt.

"Are you serious about running away from home." She sat up, pushing his hand from her crotch.

"I'm not sure Sam. I don't want'a get you in trouble. Maybe I should go home." Sam didn't care for her reply. He gently pulled her back against his body. "No please don't go back home Lyla," he kissed her earlobe, knowing she likes that. She giggled. He decided to tell her of his and mister B's plans.

"Lyla. I'm adopting you from your mother. My friend mister B, and I talked on the phone yesterday. He's going to send someone to talk with your mommy today. They're going to convince her to let you stay with me." He dropped his hand back to her bare pussy, she opened her legs once more. She turned her head, looking back at him.

"I don't think mommy will let me stay with you Sam. She's never even met you. Why would she want'a let me stay with you?" Sam looked into her bright hazle eyes.

"Because I love you more then she does. And our friend mister B, and his friends in The Society. They're going to help me convince your mommy that I love you more, and I'll take better care of you then she can."

He placed his left hand on her breast, playing with her nipples, her voice quiverd, she pushed her cunny against his fingers. "I don't think they'll convince mom. She's really stubborn...sometimes!"

"I don't know how mister B and his friends are going to convince her baby. But I have a feeling, we'll find out in a few days. Mister B and his friends in The Society, they seem like very powerfull people."

Lyla's heard Sam speak of The Society a few times since she met him, now she's curious.

"Sam tell me what The Society is. Are they like the American government, or something." she looked back, checking his eyes for the truth. He chuckled.

"No honey, they're not the U.S government. But I'm beginning to think. Maybe they have just as much power. From what I'v seen, just by logging on there websight. The Society has members from all over the world. Their goal is to change the way mainstream society thinks and feels about child loving men like me, and mister B. Plus possibly thousands of other men and their preteen lover's. They aim to change old fashioned outdated laws. So men like us, who have sexual desires for pretty girls like you can do so, without getting into trouble." He ran his fingers across her bare chest, her body shuddered with pleasure.

"I think I understand what you're saying. But will they ever change the rules. And what about men that hurt kids. Will they protect them too?" Sam realized at this moment, Lyla's a very smart little girl.

"That's a good question babe. Shit I don't know if anyone will ever change the ruels. And I hope they don't protect individuals who hurt kids. I'll give up my membership if I find out they help mean people."

Sam decided to change the subject, since they're discussing mister B, and The Society, he thought of what mister B wrote in his recent blog. "Lyla do you understand what a promiscuous woman is?"

She shrugged her shoulder's. "No..whats is a permisc...promicuoius woman." she tried her best to pronounce Promiscuous.

"Its pronounced Promiscuous. But anyway, its what the outside conservative society labels wamen or girls, who crave sexual attention."

She giggled. "Oh, now I understand. So whats wrong with that Sam."

He kissed her on the neck. "The outside conservative society thinks woman who like sex too much, are bad woman. But The Society, believes that young girls should be taught literally and physicaly about sex and sexuality: The Society I belong to, believes its better for the human race to have good sex together. Then it is to murder each other with our senseless wars fought over land, oil, and religion,"

"What do you think of The Society's, far-out philosophy Lyla?"

She thought about his little speech, shrugged her shoulders then gave her childish reply.

"I'm kind of new at the sex thing. All I know is, I like sex. Even though I'm not supposed to have sex. Especially with adults. But hey, what do I know, I'm only ten!!"

Sam chuckled, letting his fingers work harder between her legs, her body stiffend, she orgasmed.

"Lyla baby, that's a great answer. Now come on girl, lets go shoping!"

He used a large fluffy bath towel, to dry her off. Feeling playful he sat her up on the bathroom sink, he dropped to his knees. He's been completely fascinated with her perfect feet. Since the first time he saw them, three days ago. Her feet are elegantly shapped, her toenails are smooth, no cracks or wrinkles. She has the most perfect arches he's ever seen as well. Without warning he begins kissing licking, and sucking her toes.

"He..he..he ha. Stop it, your tickling me to death." the tickling sensation suddenly becomes an indescribable orgasmic sensation. He's sucking her little toe. He switches from her feet to her crotch. Part of her mind wants to stop his insatiable advances, but her young curious sexual side wins the battle. She spreads her legs wide for him. She feels his tongue lapping away at her pink pussy lips. "Oh yes..mmm, that feels so nice!!"

Ding...Dong. They're both startled by his doorbell.

"God Dammit. Who the hell is that." Sam's thoughts turn to the possibility of a visit from the police. He remembers, he didn't tell her to park her pink stingray bike in his garage. "Stay here Lyla. Be quiet." He kissed her, she tastes her own pussy juice on his lips, she likes it.

"Ok baby. It might be the police looking for you. Go get dressed, I'll put my sweats on, then go talk with whoever this is."

They both quietly got dressed. Sam left her siting on his bed, making sure to close the door behind him. Through the doors window, he sees two men, ones dressed in a gray pinstripe suit and tie, the other a jet black suit. The man in the black suit's a big white man, he's not wearing a tie. Before opening his door, he whispers softly. "Oh shit, they most be detectives. Well here it goes."

He smiled friendly to the men through the window, as he opened the door.

"Hi there gentalmen what can I do for you," he said, acting nonchalant. The man in the pinstripe suit spoke.

"May we come in mister Watson. We'd like to talk in private, if you don't mind." Sam notices, the man who spoke is the smaller of the two. His hairs almost a light color blond. The other man is much tall, his hairs cut military style. Although he's wearing a dark black suit. He notices the mans muscular build. Sam's heartbeat quickens, he feels as if his lifes sliping slowly away. He thinks. Shit, I'm going to fucking jail. He lets both men come in.

"What can I do for you detectives," he says, his voice trembling. Suddenly both men breakout laughing.

The whitish blond haired man stops laughing, he puts a hand up to stop the bigger man from laughing.

"We're not cops Sam. We work for The Society. We've both just paid a visit to Lyla's mother. Mister B sent us to convince her to sign Lyla's adoption paperwork." The man handed Sam a large vanilla envelope.

"Here Sam. Look this paperwork over, make sure everythings in order."

"You're bullshitting me right," said Sam. "You mean to tell me you just waltz right in to Mr. Summers home. She signed papers for an adoption. Without going to a judge!!" the smaller man relplied smiling confidently.

"There was a judge at the meeting. He went home. His eight year old lover has soccer practice. And it also helps if someone as I, just happens to be a master hypnotist. I would've had the woman quacking like a duck just for fun. But there was no time for those kind of parlor tricks. I'm glad she hypnotized easily, because Al here, would've had the job of using his muscle to convince her to sign. But anyway Mrs Summers is on her way to a new home in south Florida. The Society is merciful most of the time."

"Now where's Lyla, we have the rest of her belongings in our car. The girls probably missing her large Barbie collection. And we brought the rest of her clothing too."

The blond haired man told Al to go bring in Lyla's belongings. Al didn't speak he followed orders, as if he too had been hypnotized. Sam looked the paperwork over. It seemed to be legit, it was even notorized.

"Please sign the documents Sam," said the blond haired man. "Me and Al, have a double date with a pair of hot looking thirteen year old twins. They're waiting in our hotel, for us to comeback and watch teenage porn movies with them. They love watching porn with older men. And you know how young girls are Sam, they get impatient if you keep them waiting."

Sam quickly signed several sets of papers, his hand was shaking. He couldn't believe what just happened.

Lyla must've been listning from behind the bedroom door. She came out dressed in a blue pinstripe T-shirt, and a short pleated skirt, no shoes on her feet. The blond haired man noticed her, his eyes roamed over her body, lustfully.

"Hi sweetheart. My names Kenneth," he reached his hand out to Lyla, she slowly shook it. He seemed nice, but she didn't like the way his gray blue eyes looked her body up and down. He was gawking not just being friendly. Sam took a copy of the paperwork then slipped the others back in the envalope.

Kenneth took it back. "I'll personally bring this to courthouse on our way out." he said. Al came back in carrying five extravagant looking holiday Barbie dolls.

Lyla screamed in delight. "My Barbies," She hugged Al, thanking him. "Oh, thank you mister. How did you get mom to let you bring these to me." Al finally spoke, he knelt down hugging her a little too affectionately, letting big hands rome to her pert little butt.

"My friend Kenny here, he's a very good persuader." Sam became a little irritated with Al, he feared the big enforcer, but he didn't like the big guy taking his liberties with Lyla, she's not quite ready for other men yet. "Hey Al, please take your hands off my daughters ass."

"Oh Sorry sir. But she does have a nice ass, if ya don't mind me say'n!!" said Al, smiling at Lyla affectionately. Kenneth spoke heading for the door.

"Come on Al Becky and Brandy are waiting. We have to drop these forms off at the courhous, then hit the porn store, before five. Lets go buddy." Both men waved goodbye, eyeing Lyla with bad intent before leaving. Sam sat down on a nearbye couch, he patted his lap.

"Come sit here Lyla, I have good news to tell you." He wasn't sure how much she may've heard from the bedroom. She sat on his lap, he cradled his hand under her butt, enjoying the feel of his newly adopted daughter ass.

"Those men just talked your mom into letting me adopt you. What do you think of that?"

She seemed a little confused about the situation, she shrugged her shoulders saying. "I think its ok your adopting me, but I didn't think mommy would ever, just give me away like she did," she sighed. "I heard that man say mommies moving away," sigh. "She didn't even say goodbye!!"

She began to cry, Sam hugged her body to his. "Its because she knows, I'll be taking reall good care of you. She probably didn't have the strength to say goodbye baby. Now just lay your pretty head on my shoulder. Go ahead cry it all out baby girl. Your daddies girl now."

He gently caressed her butt cheeks with his left hand, while gently patting her on the back with his right. He kissed her cheek, tasting her tears.

"Don't worry sweetheart. Old Sam's going to take real good care of you, from now on. Today's going to a very special day for you and me. Lets go shoping, after we shop. I'll buy you nice dinner at a fancy restaurant, I'll buy us a bottle none alcoholic champagne. We'll drink to a long lasting, loving relationship."

His cock grew hard with thoughts of sexually consummating her adoption tonight, when he gets her home. He's not sure if he'll make it through a day of shoping, and dinner at the restaurant with carnal thoughts of takeing Lyla's sweet cherry tonight.

End Of Part Two

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I hope everyone's enjoying this story, as much as I've enjoyed the fantasy's going through my mind while I write it. Stay tuned to part three. Sam and Lyla meet Mr. B, and his adopted daughter Maggie in the next series. Things will really heat up in part three, Sam's just beginning to teach Lyla the ways of The Society.