THE GAME MISSY PLAYS

Part 2 - The Game Goes On

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The little league game is over and our team has won this one easily.� We congratulate my son Tommy, and Missy's brother Bobby, and then Missy and I and Barry head for home while the other boys get ready for the team victory party and Pizza.� As we are getting in our car, Barry's friend Mike comes running up.

"Mr. Thompson, can Barry come home and have supper with us? Mom says he can come, and she will have him home by eight o'clock."

"Can I go Dad?� Mike has this neat new game.� Please, can I?"

"All right.� Behave yourself.� Don't eat like a pig."

"I won't.� Thanks Dad!"

"Thanks, Mr. Thompson."

I notice Missy glance at me, then Mike with a quizzical look. "He is Barry's friend from school; he doesn't know my first name is Jim."

"Oh."� Missy doesn't know I have any other name but Jim.

"Looks like it is just you and me babe.� You feel like junk food?"

"Yeah!"

"That was a silly question, wasn't it?"

�Yep!� Can I have a strawberry shake too?"

Hamburgers and fries and shakes coming up."� We pile in my car and head for the drive through.

Later we are sitting on opposite benches at one of the picnic tables by the pool, I'm feeling comfortably full after our repast.� Missy is sucking a Scotch man's serenade through her straw as she tries for the last drops of strawberry shake.� I am watching her serene little face, and her perfect little eight year old body in the light blouse and loose shorts.� She is very comfortable with me.� My oldest son and her brother are best friends.� Her brother is her babysitter for a hard working Mom who is raising them by herself.� Missy and I are often left alone together as Bobby and Tommy much prefer to hang out without little sister tagging along.� I like the arrangement too.� I am in a constant state of sexual awareness when I am around young girls, and as well I am a voyeur, always on the lookout for a glimpse of little girl panties or other young charms, or to hear a tale of sexual experimentation.

"Oof, I'm full."

"Me too.� I have to sit and digest for a while."� I get up and stagger over to a double lounge chair.

�Ooh, I have to rest too."� With an exaggerated stagger, Missy comes and collapses against me. I put an arm around her to gather her in against my side.� My arm is around her slight body and my hand is at the bottom of her ribcage.� I pat her there and then pretend to be amazed at the swell of her round little tummy. "Holy Cow!� I think a double cheeseburger, super size French fries and the large shake was a bit much!"

"But I was hungry!"

"I have to see this."� I pull her shirt up out of her shorts, and expose her little belly button.� It is definitely tending toward innie tonight.� I rub my hand around her smooth tummy.� I lean over and kiss the top of Missy's head.� I love this little girl.� I love the smell of her, the feel of her. She is so calm, so compliant.� I touch her and caress her almost at will.� She is comfortable with my touching of ninety percent of her body. Today I hope to become familiar with the other ten percent. "Missy! Up or down?"� I murmur into her hair.

"Up."

"UP we go!"� I move my circling hand up under her shirt and find her small nipples soft and flaccid under my finger tips, and to a sigh of contentment from my small companion, I rub and tweak the little nubs to firm erectness.� She is used to me doing this.� I pretend I have to scratch my nose, and remove my hand to take care of it.� When I am done, I drop the hand back to her bare belly again. "Up or down?"

"Up."

"You always say up."� I make my voice kind of sad and whiny. "You never say down.� I never get to go down.� I don't know if I want to play the game anymore."

"Down!� I meant to say down!� You can go down, Jim."� She rearranges her shorts with both hands, and when she is done, the waist looks like it is looser than before.

"Down we go!"� Do I know how to work my little girls, or what? I keep my hand on the outside of her shorts for my very first pass down, and do only a very light touch on the firm rise of her mound and the softness of her labia as I brush over them to the juncture of shorts leg hems and smooth soft thigh flesh.� There is only an instant of tension in her body, as my fingers brush the rise of her childish mound.� I rub my fingers over her soft inner thighs just a short inch below the junction of thigh and shorts.� She spreads her legs as I push my hand between them.� I have to scratch my nose again, and afterward I replace the hand on her belly once more.� "Up or down?"

"Down."

"Yes!� Down!"� I run the hand down again, slower this time, over the smooth skin to the waistband of the shorts.� Under the waist band, I find my hand has room to roam.� Looking down, I see why.� The snap at the side is open, and the zipper is down a bit. �My fingers come to panty waist band.� I hesitate a moment, and then stay outside.� They are thin cotton, I have lots of time, and I want to make this last.� Missy's bare tummy jumps and flutters under my fingers.�� I pass them over her panty waist and onto the smooth cotton material.� I run my fingers over the base of her stomach, from the center to the flare of the left hip, back over to the right hip, then back to her center.� I rub up and down the beginning of the rise of her mound, her little Mountain of Venus.� Up and back, up and around and over to the start of the cleft, and the soft little bump right below there.

"Ooh!"� A sharp little intake of breath from Missy as she feels my first deliberate touch on her pleasure spot.

"That feel good?"� The question is redundant, as her body is indicating that she is receiving much pleasure from my fingertip caressing her love bump, even through her panties.� There is a little more tension in the air now, though Missy's body is still relaxed against me.�� I feel small involuntary movements of her hip against mine as her clit swells a bit under my finger tip and she moves to follow the source of those good feelings.� After her third little hip hump up toward my finger, I withdraw my hand until I feel the soft skin of her stomach above her panty waist under my finger tips.

"Oooh."� A bit of disappointment is evident in that soft little moan.

"May I?"� I let my finger tips play at the waistband of her panties.

"Oh yes.� Go back down there."� To emphasize her point, both her hands go down on either side of mine, hook thumbs in panty waist and pull it out away from her skin, giving me ample room to insert my whole hand and go back down there.� I see my little girl has picked up that this game is all about making Missy feel good.

This time I feel the soft warm flesh beneath my fingers as I move then down over the solid flesh going up to the crest of her mound and the start of her cleft.� The wrinkled little bump there seems to rise to meet my fingers and I caress it back to semi hardness with a sharp intake of breath from my little partner. How warm it is down there.� With her panties pulled open a faint little girl musk odor drifts up.� I breathe it in.� I double the speed of my fingers twitching and teasing her clit, now back and forth, now in circles.

"Mmm."� She likes the circles.� She also likes it a little firmer, as she takes one hand away from holding panties, and moves it down over my fingers to grasp them and show me exactly what she wants from them.� She lets out little squeaky moans, almost sighs every few seconds.� Am I going to give her an orgasm on this first touching and caressing?� No.� A small climax at best.� My little princess is not even aroused, probably doesn't have the foggiest idea of what arousal is.� She has done this to her pussy, she knows it tickles and feels very nice when she does it, and now she knows it tickles even more and feels even nicer when I finger it.� She feels excitement because we are doing a forbidden thing, and that in itself excites children.� She may feel some guilt, because she has allowed me to touch her "there" where she must not let herself be touched by the bad men.� She knows I am not a bad man, though. She may be a little confused by my wanting to touch her "there."� I am tender and kind and friendly and I buy her stuff she wants, and treat her special. So she feels affection for me, not fear.� She wants to please me.� I let her know that her allowing me practically unlimited access to her body pleases me and I in return will make her feel very naughty and very, very nice.� It is our little secret.

Back to the job at hand.� Missy is feeling a peak coming, and lifts her hips to chase my finger as I lighten the pressure to stall her climax.� She grunts in frustration and chases the elusive finger with a gyrating pelvis.� Finally I relent somewhat and let her have her small climax on my finger.� As her little rump sinks back down against my thigh, she sighs and moans in frustration.� I don't think she will be satiated any time soon. I'm thinking of interesting things we can do together as soon as she catches her breath.

"Missy, You know where I have been touching?"

"Yesss."� She blushes and won't look at me.

�Now I want to see it."

�What?"� Now she looks.

�I want to look at you.� I want to see it."� I indicate her pussy with a pointing finger, though I am sure she knows what I mean.

Missy mulls this over.� "Why?"

"Because you are a girl, and I am a boy, and I think you are beautiful so I want to see all the parts of you."� I hug her as I say this.

"You want me to take these off?" she asks indicating her shorts.

"Yes.� And your panties."� I pull the waist band of her shorts down so I can pick up her panty waist elastic between thumb and finger and stretch it out.� I sneak a peek down inside and then let it snap back.

"Ouch."� But it is in a low voice.

"So...�� Do I get to see it?"

"Here?"� She sits up braced on elbow on my thigh and looks around the pool yard as if expecting an audience has materialized in the last minute.

"Well, over there."� I indicate the more secluded shaded cubbyhole near the pool house, "or, we could go in my bedroom."

Missy spends a good minute considering both sites, before choosing. "Bedroom."

"Yes!"� I am going to have some fun now.� "Come on.� We're wasting time."� I hop up and grab her hand to pull her along the deck and into the sliding doors.� "I'm thirsty.� You get ready, I'll get us something to drink."� I don't wait for an answer.� As badly as I want to undress her, this first time will be much better for her to do the deed herself, so she will feel that she is a participant and not a victim.� It may make a difference if a guilt feeling arises later.� Besides, I am going to have plenty of opportunities for undressing this little babe down the line.

"Okay."� She has decided to go along, because she starts to unsnap the shorts as I leave her alone in the bedroom.

"I'll be right back."� I hurry out to the kitchen, get ice from the freezer and a cold Pepsi to share.� A quick pour and I am back in the bedroom, with a beautiful view of a small bare butt and the back of a little girl as she leans back against my bed and holds a comic book before her face.� I round the end of the bed before she notices me and takes the drink I hand to her.

"Thanks, Jim."� She smiles a shy little smile at me.

"You're welcome."� I see she still has on her light little shirt, but is all naked girl otherwise.� I cannot see much, because of her closed leg, semi-sitting position.� I hold the magazine I took from her as I handed her the drink.� I sit and read her the first story as she leans close to me to look at the pictures.� We have time to take it slow and easy.� She is becoming more relaxed with my casual acceptance of her nakedness.� We both drain our glasses at the same time.� I finish reading the story and put the book on the night stand, and then take her glass and mine and place them next to the book.� "I'll read more later, but now I want to look."� I kneel before her and take her hand and pull her to stand in front of me.� She keeps her legs close together, so there is only the top of her tight little slit barely showing between her rather small lips.� She is looking down and blushing, uncomfortable again under my gaze.� "Missy, do you know you have a beautiful body?� I love your pretty legs. Will you spread them apart a little so I can see?"

"Okay."� A very low voice, and she does barely open her legs a fraction of an inch.

"Can we slip this off too?"� I take hold of her shirt tail and pull it up a little, then as she nods yes, I unbutton several buttons down the front and open it and slide it off over her shoulders and let it slip down her arms and then drop to her ankles.� Although it is not really necessary, I take hold of each ankle and clear the shirt as she lifts each leg.� I pick up the shirt and drop it on the pile with her shorts and panties.� As I set each ankle back down, I spread it away from her other foot a few inches.� This opens up her stance and reveals her to my gaze.� Now I can see more of her slit in the bare, hairless little lips.� I lick my lips.� "Turn around for me, real slow.� I want to see your back too."

"Kay."� She slowly turns so her back is facing me.� She has straight shoulders, with shoulder blades apparent under tanned flesh.� Her spine is straight and slightly indented.� No fat at all, a very slim, solid little girl, but her butt looks soft and kissable to me.� Beautiful tapered thighs and dimples in the back of her knees.

"So soft and smooth."� I can't help it, I lay a hand on a shoulder, trail it down the softness of her side, as she flinches slightly, and then from her hip I bring it across her cheek, cupping the roundness where it becomes thigh.� I hold her as she rotates on around at my nudge.� When she is facing me again, I grasp her other hip, now holding one in each hand.� I hold fingers still on warm flesh, but roll my thumbs in partial arcs on the front of the top of her thighs.� The bottom of the arc finds each thumb only part of an inch from her labia.� I lean and kiss each flat little breast, sucking the small nipples and licking them to make them stand out hard.� Missy stands quietly for this, but her heart is beating very fast and is matched by her breathing.� "Do you like that?"� I ask.

"It tickles."� Little girl standard answer when I try something new.

"Tickles ha ha funny, or tickles tingly?"

"Tickles tingly."

"So, do you like it?"

"Yes, Kinda."� She blushes, so I take it the kinda means she is connecting my kissing her little titties to our other forbidden activities.� Like all girls, she hates to admit to liking or wanting to do such things.

"We need to get you on the bed."� I slide my hands up over smooth hips and to her waist and boost her up to sit on the edge of the bed, then crawl a couple of feet forward to help her slide back a little and lie so her lower legs dangle down over the side.� It's time, I decide.� I take her knees and spread her legs and raise them to lie over my shoulders as I duck between them. This puts my face only inches from my little girl's lovely little pussy.� It is open about as far as it has been so far today, and the odor of the newly exposed pink interior flesh wafts up to my eager nose.� I inhale her slightly musky, slightly little girl pee scent up close for the first time.� Once her juices start to flow with her sexual awakening, the little girl musk will become stronger, but now the slight child urine odor is dominant.� It smells fine to me.� I inhale deeply as my nose and lips approach the junction of her thighs.� I move my hands up around her thighs to her hips, and use my thumbs to spread her outer lips open so I can gaze at her clit and her virginal opening.� A fresh wash of pussy odor greets me as the slight moisture from our last sex play is exposed.� The hymenal perforation is tiny, smaller than my index fingertip.� Her clitoris from this angle is almost hidden, a pea sized little bump peeking out of a dusky rose hood that looks almost tailored with its two sharp folds below the ridge.� Directly below her clitoris in her slit is her urethra. My eyes take in all the details, as my nose is guided by the scent, and my tongue will pick up every nuance of texture and taste.� "Ummm, you smell good!� So nice."

Missy has been lying quietly on the bed as I advance on her, awaiting developments.� Now she has to lift herself up, propped on her elbows and look down her body at my face between her bare legs.� She has probably smelled that same odor, and does not consider it "nice."� I can tell that by her expression.

"Ummm," I repeat, and give her a big grin.� Then I dip my tongue into her slit, and that remarkable organ makes its tip into a tiny round point and fits itself into the tiny hole in her hymen and circles around in the love tunnel beyond, lapping up girl pheromones avidly.� Then I withdraw it and it adjusts itself to the width and depth of her slit and makes several quick trips from the very start to the tiny pee hole at the base of her clitoris.� Several quick trips there and I have saturated the taste buds with the essence of Missy, and I am ready to assault the clit in its hood.

"Oh!"� Missy's exclamation and expression of wonder turn me on even more.� She cannot believe anyone would willingly stick their tongue into that spot.� Her expression and body language shows she also cannot believe how almost unbearably and excitingly good it feels to her.

I pull my eyes away from her face and focus on the job at hand. My all purpose taster, massager, most sensitive feeler, all around little girl assaulter and abuser is now ready to tackle this sensitive little clit.

"Ummm."� Now it is Missy's turn to moan as I suck all her love bump into my mouth for the first tongue lashing of its young life.� Remembering the first time my little preteen cock head was sucked into an older and experienced teen age babysitter's mouth, and caressed by her tongue, I can fully appreciate her exclamation of delight.� I can only assume her sensation is similar to what I felt, but I know that girl has a place in my memory no one will ever match.

That Missy enjoys my sucking and licking is evident, as she drops her upper body back, and raises her legs, displacing my hands from her hips.� She puts a foot on each of my shoulders, and spreads her knees out to the sides.�� She is fully open to me now, and I feel her clitoris swell and harden under my tongue. She rolls her hips slightly from side to side, and bucks her pelvis up at my mouth as her crisis approaches.� She has never felt anything like the sensation my lips and tongue are causing her now.� I reach up and clasp her two hands and she twines her fingers with mine.� As I release her clit from my lips, I sweep the hooded clitoris from side to side with flat tongue and then make a point again to enter the hood and make it contact the little sex organ as it peeps out.

"Ooh... oh!� Ummm!"� Missy writhes from side to side, Her legs come back together on either side of my head, and then shoot out straight as her cunt bumps up into my mouth with the straightening, then arching of her body, supported by head and shoulders on the bed, and her thighs on my shoulders.� My tongue goes into double time.

I hold her hands tightly.� Ten seconds, twenty seconds, she stays straight and tight as she reaches her peak, then a higher and higher peak, and then suddenly she collapses like a limp rag.� I pull my mouth away from her pussy and inspect her clitoris from my close perspective.� It is dark red and engorged with blood, no longer the neat looking little ridge down the upper center of her slit.� It seems to be pulsing with a life of its own, but actually is just matching her racing heartbeat.� I slip her legs off my shoulders and rise.� I pick Missy up and slide her around so her head is on the pillow.� She needs a rest.� I kiss her sweaty forehead, pick up the empty glasses, and head for the kitchen. I give Missy a few minutes while I wash and dry the glasses. After that orgasm, she needs the rest.� Then I tiptoe back into the bedroom.� Missy is sound asleep.� I have a light blanket at the foot of the bed for my naps, so I cover her.� I'll give the poor kid a half hour, then we have to get ready for Bobby and Tommy to come home.

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