The Game Missy Plays 2 The Game goes on.

Mg, oral, fondle, cons.

By JimBob
Copyright 2010

Missy and Jim enjoy a meal and Jim and then Missy and Jim and
the game all heat up in the California sun.


  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 waist band of the shorts.  Under the
waist band, which gives my hand room to spare.  I look down and
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 breath 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?"  Indication 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.


Missy will be back. The usual disclaimers apply My stories are
pure fantasy.  Enjoy them. Do not try to emulate any characters.
They are all figments of my overactive imaginaion, and do not
exist in real life.

