The Game Missy Plays Missy tells some secrets

Mg, bg, inc, mast, cons

By JimBob 
Copyright 2010

A chance meeting, and Jim learns a few secrets from Missy, and
gets some insight into how to pleas the little girl.




  The weather is hot.  The pool is cool and refreshing.  That is
why I don't have the heater on.  Did you ever hear the term warm
and refreshing used with a pool?  We live in Southern California
and suffer so much more from heat than cold here.

  My boys love the pool, and so do their friends.  There are six
boys in the pool this evening, Two are mine, the rest neighbor
boys, best friends of my two.  The youngest is seven, the oldest
is ten.  They are all naked as jay birds.

  I am sneaking out through the garage to turn the pool light on.
I allowed my sons to invite some of their friends over for an
evening skinny dip after I had told them of my own activities
along those lines when I was their age.  I didn't tell them my
companions were girls as often as not.  They will be getting
ideas along that line soon enough.  For now, there is a subdued
air out here. It is too quiet.  I am about to liven up the party.
 I flip the switch.

  Shrieks and screams erupt.  Hell, they might as well all be
girls.  My two are shouting, "Dad, turn out the lights!"  I've
done this to them before.  I step out of the dressing room door
onto the pool deck.

  "What's the matter?"  All of them are cowering and crouching,
even those in the water, trying to hide their genitals from each
other and me.

  "Dad, we don't need the light."  My oldest son Tommy tells me.

  "Yeah!  Girls might be peeking over the fence at us."  Bobby,
the oldest boy shouts.  Every one tries to turn their back to the
fence.

  "Nah," I say.  "Girls got better things to do than look at your
pitiful little wieners."

  So now they all have to try to get their little members out of
the water to show how well endowed they are.  They all start
shouting what they will do to any girls brave enough to look at
them.

  "You guys are sicko's!"  I opine.  "I better turn the lights
off on you perverts.  Try not to drown yourselves or each other."
 I go back through the dressing room and switch off the lights. 
As I go down the walk to the garage, I hear boasts, brags and
boos from the now much livelier crowd.  I open the garage door to
find little Missy about to open it from the other side.  Even in
the pale evening light I see her start in terror.  So do I.

  "EEEK!"  She screams and jumps back.  I almost do too.

  "Missy!  What are you doing?  Are you looking for Bobby?"

  "Ooh, you scared me!"  She clutches her heart area below her
swim suit's top.  "Bobby is here, isn't he?  My Mom said I should
stay with him 'cause she had to go to work.  Somebody didn't show
up."

  "Didn't Bobby give her the note?"

  "The note?"

  "Yes.  I was just having boys over this evening.  They are
having a skinny dip.  I sent your Mom a note home with Bobby."

  "Skinny dip?  What's a skinny dip?"

  I lean down and whisper in her ear.  "They don't have anything
on. No pants.  Nothing.  Nada."  Her eyes grow round and wide,
and she cranes her head around the door frame as if trying to see
through the pool house and fence.

  "You mean they don't gots no swim suits?"  She looks again.

  "Yep.  Bare naked.  Good thing you didn't go back there, huh?"

  "Uh huh."  Her expression and body language tell me she might
have better liked to discover their nakedness first hand.  "Um,
what should I do?  Mommy told me to stay with Bobby."

  "How about me?"

  "What?"

   "How about staying with me?  We can hang out in the garage for
a while until they get done skinny dipping, and then we can all
have a treat.  I'll see they get their suits back on then."

   "Okay."  For the first time tonight, I see her brilliant smile
light up her face.

   I go and shut the open garage doors, and I turn on the lights
over my work bench.  I sit on my stool, and pat my knee.  "Want
to sit here?  Let's talk."

   "Okay."  She comes over and backs up to me and I circle her
waist with my right arm and boost her slim little body up.  I put
my foot on a cross bar as she sits astraddle my right thigh.  I
pull her back to rest against me.  Missy is used to me holding
her in the pool and has even sat on my lap at pool side, but this
was a little more intimate.  We are close together,... and alone.

   "Are you okay with not swimming tonight?  I mean I have to let
the boys have some fun with just their friends, to do boy stuff,
you know?  I promised just boys tonight because every day I have
lots of kids in the pool."

   "No.  I wouldn't have got to swim tonight anyway, but my Mom
sent me to find Bobby."  Suddenly she giggles.  "It is a good
thing I didn't go back there."

   "Yeah.  You would have seen lots of...  What does your brother
call his thing?"  I feel her stiffen a little, then relax as she
speaks.  We haven’t discussed personal things yet.

   "My Mom says it is his penis, but Bobby calls it his dick."  A
bit of a blush as she says the forbidden word.

   "Well, you might have seen a few dicks tonight.  Have you seen
your brother's, ah... dick lately?"  I make it as matter of fact
as I can.  I also start my hand moving gently in small circles on
her round little tummy, tracing a path around her belly button. I
just drag the fingertips very lightly.  The little girl is used
to my touch, it calms her.

   "Promise you won't tell?"  She leans forward and looks back
and up at me.

   I meet her brown eyed gaze.  "I promise.  Whatever you say or
do here is our secret forever.  I will never tell anyone about
it, I promise you.  Criss cross my heart."  I do so with my left
hand. She gazes a moment longer and I meet it squarely.
Satisfied, she settles back into my chest, and I resume my gentle
rubbing caress.

   "Um, I saw Bobby playing with his dick last week.  His bedroom
door was open a little, and I saw it.  His bed was making a
little noise so I peeked in."

   "Did he see you?"

   "No."

   "Does he do that a lot?"

   "I think so.  I see him sometimes."

   "Maybe he wants you to see him?  Has he tried to play with
you?"

   Dead silence.  Then...  "Bobby told me not to tell."

   "Oh, I already knew."  This is a big lie, but it causes the
desired reaction.  She sits up and scans my face.  I try to look
both serious and mysterious.

   "How did you?...  Did Bobby tell you?"  She is disgusted
because she feels betrayed.

   "He told me not to tell."  Missy looks back up at me in total
confusion.  Just what I wanted.  "Don't worry, I'll never tell. I
have a secret about my sister too."

   She digests this for a long moment.  "What's your secret?"

   "Wait a minute.  If I tell you my secret, will you tell me
about you and Bobby?"

   Missy has to consider this for a while.  "Okay.  If you don't
tell that darn Bobby."

   "I'll never tell him anything anymore.  He can't keep secrets
like me and you can.  Okay, let me see, it was a long time ago. I
was ten and she was seven when we did it the first time.  We
lived in the country so we went in the woods and took our clothes
off.  She looked at my...  Um, dick, and I looked at her pussy.
Then she let me touch her but she wouldn't touch mine.  I touched
her a lot because she liked the tickle she got.  I touched her
boobies."  I nonchalantly indicated Missy's chest with a finger.
"And I touched her pussy."  Again I pointed a casual finger at
her crotch, where I had touched her a couple of days ago.  "We
played our game called up and down.  You know, right?  She liked
it too.  Now you tell me what you guys did."

   Missy sighed, a deep, quivering sigh.  "Well, it started in
the bath tub a couple of years ago.  We took our bath together
then and Bobby started rubbing and jerking on his dick to make it
hard when Mommy would leave us alone to wash up.  Then he started
to touch me down here and he made me touch him.  Mommy caught us,
and from then on we had to take baths by ourselves.  But Bobby
still tries to make me do stuff with him when Mommy has to work
at night.

   "What does he do now?  Do you like it?"

   She looks at me, and color suffuses her neck and cheeks.  "Um,
I like it sometimes, but sometimes it is too ticklish when he
starts, but he won't wait.  Sometimes he rubs it too long and I
get sore.  He does it after it gets tender and I want him to
stop."

   "It gets tender?"

   "Yes.  Sometimes he does it for a while and it feels really
good, and then it gets tender and hurts when he touches it.  But
he won't stop until I cry.  Then he wants me to do stuff to him.
his pee-, er, dick gets real hard and sticks out when he rubs it.
 I have to rub it for a while and then he really wiggles around
and hollers at me to stop.  I always stop for him."  I pick up on
the unspoken accusation of unfairness on Bobby's part.

   "So your Mom didn't catch you anymore?"

   "No, Bobby is careful now.  We never do it when Mom is home."

   "Do you ever play with yours?"  She wriggles and sighs, which
gives me my answer.  But after all that she just told me, she has
to play coy and act like the innocent little girl she really is.

   "No!  Mommy said that is nasty."

   "How about when you are in the tub?  Doesn't it feel nice when
the bath is all warm and nice, and the water and soap make you
all slippery, and you are all by yourself?  Doesn't it feel good
to touch yourself down there then?  What do you call your thing?"
 Round and round her tummy the fingers go.  Down to the waist
band of the suit bottoms at the base of her belly, and back up to
the bottom of the left areola just peeking from under her top.

   "My peepee."  She turns and buries her red face in my chest.

   "Doesn't it feel good sometimes to rub your peepee in the
bath?  Doesn't it make your peepee feel good?  How about in bed?"

   With face still buried, she manages a couple of small nods. 
My hand is at her top and I stick a finger under the material and
rub the apple seed size nipple to erect hardness.  Around and
around my finger goes, pausing to test the hardness from time to
time.  Missy turns back and relaxes into me even more.  Her legs
loll on either side of my thighs.

   I abandon the little titty to trail my fingers down the ribs,
over the tummy and down to the crease caused by her slumped body.
 Just below the crease is the elastic of her suit bottom.  I
insinuate my little finger sideways under it, followed by the
other three.  Missy makes no sign that I can detect so I take
that as an invitation.  I make a little firmer contact as I slide
my whole hand to the wrist inside her pants.  My fingertips brush
over her mound and find the lips of her vulva.  I trace the cleft
between the fat lips down to the junction of her thighs and back
to the dimpled start.  I barely feel that little bump rising
between those lips on the way back up.

   But she does.  "That tickles!"  She giggles and bends forward
over my hand.  I hold the offending hand still and pull her back
to my chest with my left hand flat on her chest.  Her rear has
slid down my thigh a couple inches and she is slumped back
against me now.  She is one of those who has a super sensitive
clitoris.  That first touch by someone else causes an almost
unbearable tickling feeling.  Apparently my touching it through
her panties the other time made it less sensitive.  I must go
easy with her.

   "Let me."  I lean over to murmur in her ear.  "Let me make you
feel good."  I slide fore finger on one side, ring finger on the
other, and middle finger in the cleft, looking for that bump
again.  I spread the lips and find it and hold her as she jumps
with that shrill giggle again.  I open the cleft wider and use
the middle finger to firmly press the bump I have exposed.

   "OOH!  That is too ticklish!"  She bucks and fights me for
just a moment, then suddenly she relaxes her body again.  I
cautiously resume my finger rubbing and titillating, and she
splays her knees wide on either side of my thigh to open herself
up as far as she can.

   "Is it good now?"  I am using a circular motion on the hard
little kernel of her clit just emerging from under it's wrinkled
hood.  Her hips jerk and flex in response to the finger motion.
My left hand finds her right immature nipple and rubs it to
erectness.  I have this little eight year old girl responding to
my hands on her most intimate and private places.  I am in
heaven.

   "Ummm hum."  She is relaxed and a dead weight now.

   I glance down at her body, Short brown hair slightly mussed
from her small struggle, eyes closed, her small perfect features
set in a grimace of... pain?  Pleasure?  I cannot tell.  I lean
down and nuzzle her ear.  "Am I hurting you?"

   "Noooo!  It feels good."  The grimace turns to a grin.  "Do
what you are doing."

   Who can resist an invitation like that.  I keep on doing what
I am doing.  It is a little dry down there, and I would like to
add a little something to ease the friction.  At the same time, I
don't want to ruin the rapport we are having.  I compromise by
shortening my finger stroke to a small circular motion of my
finger tip and her clit together against its hood and her lower
lips.  This causes a little firmer finger tip pressure, and that
seems to do the trick.

   "Ummm humm!" she purrs.  "Ooh, do that." So softly spoken I
hardly hear her.

   I am surprised that Missy is so vocal.  Other little girls
have indicated their pleasure at my ministrations with body
language and expressions, but never a word out of them.  In fact
if you are pleasuring them, or even bringing them to a climax,
there is very little to no indication of what they feel.  Maybe a
sigh, a soft moan, a gasp, a grimace, but you have to be alert
for it.

   Missy gives a ragged, shuddering sigh and a whimpering moan as
she suddenly reaches her hands down and clasps my right wrist in
both of her hands and hauls it out of her pants.  "No more."  She
pants, drawing her knees up and together on top of my leg.

   "Sure Hon.  No more."  I stop the breast action and just hold
her.  This girl has had a nice little climax, and needs a few
moments to collect herself.  Moments Bobby does not give her. She
pants a few times and takes a deep, ragged breath and then
relaxes.  We sit together in silence a few moments.

   "Can we go out there now?"  Missy struggles to scoot back into
my lap and sit upright.

   "Sure.  Wait here and I'll go break up the skinny dip party."
I set her on the stool as I vacate it, and go out into the pool
yard.  The boys are trying to outdo each other on cannon balls as
I get there.  I wonder how their little balls like smashing into
the water, then decide the cool water probably has their little
sacks drawn up pretty tight.  "Okay, boys.  Time to get decent.
Get your suits on.  Then we will have some hot dogs and chips and
marshmallows and cookies for a snack.  Missy is going to join us
in a minute, so get your suits on now."

   "What is Missy doing here?"  Bobby wants to know.

   "Your Mom sent her over a while ago.  She had to go to work
for some body else who didn't show."

   "Oh."

   "Good thing she didn't come back here!"  Tommy says to a
chorus of "Yeah!"

   "She almost did, but I met her in the garage.  She is going to
eat with us, okay?"

   This is okay with the wild bunch, so I go back to get Missy
and an arm load of fire wood.  We have a fire pit, and I am going
to build a fire so they can toast their own hot dogs and then do
marshmallows afterwards.  I know Missy deserves a treat now.




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.
















   
