                Meghan and the Wedding Reception Party
                             by Mr. Jones


While attending a wedding reception, Mr. Jones has a brief sexual
interlude with a 13 year old girl also in attendance.  

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We were attending a reception party for my nephew's wedding.  It was
at my older brother's house, where they had created an outdoor
ballroom on their back lawn, complete with dance floor and a band
stand.  It was a great party with a very festive but romantic
atmosphere.  Most everyone was dancing and drinking champagne and
having a grand time.  There were a lot of younger people there but
there was definitely an age gap between the younger teenagers and
friends of the bride and groom who were in their early to mid
twenties.  As typical for adolescents, the boys didn't really want to
dance and the girls were too shy to ask.  Meanwhile the twenty
somethings were partying up a storm.

I was taking it all in when I noticed Meghan wistfully watching the
people dancing.  Meghan was 13, in the eighth grade and related in
someway to the bride.  I had met her and her mom at the rehearsal
dinner the evening before.  I walked over and started talking with
her, asking why she wasn't dancing.  She replied that all the boys
her age were too stupid to know how to dance and all the older guys
were too embarrassed to be seen dancing with a dorky eighth grader.
I told her that next to the bride, she was the most beautiful girl
there and that I would be honored to dance with her.  Meghan smiled
in grateful acceptance of my invitation.  I took Meghan by the arm
and guided her onto the dance floor for a simple waltz.  After the
song ended, we saw her Mom standing by the dance floor and walked
over to chat.

During the break, my brother got up on the bandstand and announced
that he was going to propose a toast to the bride and groom and that
everyone should grab a glass of champagne to join in.  Meghan asked
her Mom if she could have some champagne too.  Her Mom had said it
was OK but just for the toast and no more.  When the music started up
again, her Mom left us and started dancing with some of the twenty
year old guys.  Meghan finished her champagne and told me that she
really liked drinking it because it made her feel grown up.  When I
asked if she would like another glass, she looked around for her
mother and then said, "Sure, so long as you don't tell Mom."  I got
her some more champagne then we talked and danced together a couple
of more times.  Whenever I went for a drink, she said she would like
some more champagne and before long she was getting drunk.

When we danced to a slow romantic song, Meghan molded herself to me
in a very sexual fashion.  Although she was only 13 years old, she
was very tall for her age.  She didn't have much of a figure yet with
virtually no boobs, but she had killer legs, long and slender.  I was
more than old enough to be her father, but still, I was turned on
from feeling her lithe body rubbing against the front of mine.  When
the song was over, I told Meghan that maybe she had had too much to
drink and she should go upstairs to take a nap so her Mom wouldn't
find out.  Tipsily she said OK and stumbled into the house.

About thirty minutes later, I went to use the upstairs bathroom
because all of the other ones had a line.  When I walked by one of
the bedrooms, I saw Meghan sleeping on her side in a fetal position
with her legs curled up and her hands clasped between her knees.  Her
dress had pulled up and was revealing her taut ass cheeks.  She was
wearing purple thong panties and at first glance, I thought that she
didn't have on any underwear.  I got a blanket out of the linen
closet and went into the bedroom to cover her up.  When I put the
blanket on Meghan, she woke up and drunkenly looked at me with a
confused expression on her face.  I leaned over to tell her it was Ok
and to go back to sleep.  I was going to kiss her goodnight on the
cheek, when she turned her head and I was suddenly kissing her on the
lips instead.  Maybe it was the champagne, but, I couldn't help
myself, I teasingly pressed the tip of my tongue between her lips and
she opened her mouth into a passionate french kiss.  Meghan rolled
over onto her back and didn't resist when I tried to kiss her again.
She was a really good kisser, with soft juicy lips and a sweet
slippery tongue.

After kissing for a few more minutes, I laid down beside her and
touched her pussy through her panties, massaging her slit with my
fingers.  Meghan moaned into my mouth and spread her legs.  I could
feel her pussy lips starting to swell and open up.  I slipped my
fingers under the legband and pushed her panties to one side, fully
exposing her pussy to my touch.  Megan may still have been a girl,
but her pussy definitely felt like a woman's.  It was wet, with
slippery folds and my finger easily slid in and out of her vagina.  I
momentarily stopped my finger fucking so that I could open the front
of my trousers to give my hard-as-iron dick some space.  I moved
Meghan's hand to my dick which she instinctively grasped and started
stroking.  Obviously, this wasn't the first time that she had felt a
dick or jacked one off.

When I tried to pull her panties down, she raised her ass to help me
get them off of her.  She moaned as I started finger fucking her
again while I continued to more or less fuck her fist.  I could feel
my balls tightening and that tingling feeling starting, indicating
that I was about to ejaculate.  I wispered to Meghan that I was going
to cum soon.  She started pumping my dick faster and rubbing my balls
with her other hand.  Damn this girl was good and all too soon, I was
squirting my sperm all over her abdomen and arm.  I tried to keep
finger fucking her, but my orgasm was too intense.  When I had
recovered, she was still squirming, desperate in the need to cum.  I
scooped up some of my slimy sperm off of her stomach and started
massaging it onto her clitoris and into her slit.

Meghan started moaning in pleasure as I centered my attention on her
hard little button.  She started moving her hips in time with my
fingers.  Then she put her hands on mine to hold it in place while
she humped her pussy faster against my slimy fingers and before long
she started to cum.  She tensed up and I could feel her shiver
several times, then she resumed humping my hand but much less
intensively.  As I continued gently touching her, she jerked and
squeezed her legs around my hand but I prolonged her orgasm by
fingering her slowly, not letting up until I knew she was finished.

Meghan was soon asleep with her legs obscenely spread out revealing
to me that she didn't really have much pubic hair after all.  Her
pussy looked immature like that of a young girl's, not a fully
developed woman's.  It was amazing to me that it had felt so
different just a few minutes before.  I covered her up and continued
my trip to the bathroom.
