Date: Fri, 6 Oct 2006 19:37:43 -0700 (PDT)

From: pd
Subject: The Story of "M"

I am not quite sure when thoughts of Missy began to surface from the
caverns of my mind, but I do know the first time that I acknowledged
them...

Andrea and I had been friends and co-workers for several years and I had
watched her daughter Missy grow from a child into the precocious 13 year
old that she was today. I had been invited over for dinner with the rest of
the family including Andrea's husband Daniel and was looking forward to
it. I had dined with them countless times before, However; on this
particular evening's agenda was a garage sale that I would be helping with
the following day. I arrived around 6:00 and Andrea ushered me in with a
hug and a glass of wine in hand.

Daniel was on his way home from work and Missy was somewhere upstairs, so
Andrea and I decided to lounge in the living room while dinner cooked and
husbands commuted home. We fell easily into conversation and I remember
being startled as Missy came bounding down the stairs to greet me with her
usual smile. She threw her long, elegant arms around me, kissed my cheek
and leapt onto the couch beside her mother. As she sat across from me a
flash of pink caught my eye, and before I knew it, I was staring at her
pastel colored panties on display beneath her short denim skirt. The site
of them surprised me, but my reaction to the sight of them surprised me
more. I could not take my eyes off of the soft swell of her lips beneath
them, the curve of her thighs as they traveled up to meet her young, tender
mound. I felt an ache begin to grow between my legs and with it a growing
sense that my mind was drifting into completely uncharted waters. This was
a young girl, a young girl that I had known for a long while. Not even
close to legal. Where the hell was this incredibly primal response coming
from? Where ever it was coming from it needed to go away.

I dragged my eyes away eventually, but I could feel the wetness between my
legs and it was making my head spin. What she must taste like, feel
like. STOP. NOW. Shake it off.

Once Daniel came home we sat down to dinner and my thoughts drifted back to
the world as I knew it. Normal. Safe. Thankfully the garage sale came and
went with no appearance by Missy, she had swim practice. But the image of
that pink cotton stretched tight over her sweet pussy stayed with me in the
days that followed. Flashes would hit me as I drove to work, sat at my
desk, and the chills that followed were unnerving.

When Andrea called the following Thursday to ask if I wanted to come by and
help Missy with ideas for redoing her little girl bedroom into a teenage
suite, I gave great pause before answering. Could I handle an evening with
her without these insane thoughts assaulting me? Yeah, you know what? I
could. This was ridiculous. I had spent many an evening in her company, why
should this be any different? I accepted the invite for 6:00 on Saturday
for pizza and brainstorming. I was looking forward to it.

Saturday arrived without much fanfare and it was not until I was halfway to
their home that my heart began to race. Calm down. Just dinner, just
innocent fun, nothing more. As I parked my car and walked to the front door
I kept repeating those words to myself over and over in the hope that they
would sink in eventually.

Andrea answered the door with a smile.

"Hey you, come on in, Missy and Daniel are on their way home from the swim
meet so it's you and I for a bit."

"Well that's never a bad thing." I responded back.

"Thanks so much for doing this, Missy is so excited." she said.

'It's my pleasure, it'll be fun." I answered.

We chatted for a while at the kitchen table about the week ahead, plans for
Missy's room, all manner of this. As the minutes ticked by I realized that
I was waiting anxiously for her arrival. When the front door flew open I
jumped noticeably. Missy came bounding in the door, her tight blue and
white bathing suit still wet and clinging to her ripe young form. She ran
up to me, gave me a quick hug and then bounded up the stairs shouting
behind her that I should follow. I was vaguely aware of Daniel asking me a
question and giving him an answer, but both were fuzzy as my eyes followed
her firm, round ass up the stairs.

I rose from my chair and began the climb up to her room. As I rounded the
corner at the top of the stairs, I caught site of her in her bedroom. Door
half open, slipping out of the wet swim suit my eyes had been glued to
moments before. As she lifted her right leg to step out of it, I saw the
folds of her perfect red lips and a glimpse of her tiny slit. My mind raced
to how her wet heat would feel on my fingers as I slipped them inside. What
her surprised, nervous moans would sound like if I were to ever get her on
her back. My mouth suckling her virgin clit.

Tragically she stepped out of view and into her closet and I was left
gaping, wet and shaken to the core out in the hall.

She stepped out of the closet and into the doorway fully dressed in a
short, white cotton skirt and blue tee shirt and beckoned for me to join
her. She began to pull out all her catalogs for bedding and accessories and
spread them on the floor, and as I joined her on the floor I was rocked
again by the site of her white, baby girl panties underneath her skirt. I
could smell sunscreen and chlorine in her hair. She smelled like
summer...ungodly sexy summer and it was driving me crazy. How was I ever
going to make it through this evening? While I was still grappling with my
mind and body's reaction to this creature in front of me, Andrea called
from downstairs to say that the pizza had arrived and dinner was on. Before
I knew what was happening, Missy was on her feet and half way down the
stairs and I was still sitting on her bedroom floor, pussy aching and mind
reeling.

When I made it downstairs, the bright light of the kitchen, the smell of
pizza, the every day conversation that ensued was a comfort. The wanton
thoughts of this child on her back with my face buried between her insanely
long legs began to fade, and the shame that accompanied them along with
it. This was going to be fine.
As we came to the end of dinner, Missy decided to bring her catalogs
downstairs and her parents and I advised her on her teen suite decisions
until the clock struck 11 pm and I took my leave of them. Seconds after I
got in my car and started the engine I began to shake. What the fuck was
happening to me? Some remote portion of my mind had woken up and I honestly
did not know if I could handle the onslaught of emotion that was coursing
through me. The closer my car came to home, the more I could feel my cunt
start to pulse and drip from the stimulation of the evening. I couldn't
understand how the logical side of my brain could fight this back while my
body took a course of its own.

I made it in my front door and before I knew it I was peeling my clothes

off and dropping them along the way to my bedroom. I crawled onto the
mattress and my trembling hands made their way quickly to my pussy. I was
soaked. What was doing this to me? I could feel my hands begin to shake
harder as I fumbled with my swollen lips, eagerly seeking my rock hard clit
beneath its hood. An electric shock ran through me when I found it and my
mind was a frantic tangle of images....

Missy on all fours, her bright, pink cunt exposed before me. Wet and
waiting for my fingers to part her tight, inner lips.

My tongue darting in and out of her vagina savoring the slick, salty juice
that flowed from it.

Lubing my middle finger with her cum and sliding it slowly into her perfect
ass as she moaned, begged for me to pinch her now throbbing clit.

Before I knew it I had thrust all five fingers of my left hand deep inside
my slit and began to furiously work my clit. In my head I was tasting her.
As I swam deeper and deeper into these extreme images, I came violently. My
entire body rocked with the most intense orgasm of my life. As I lay there
on the bed, attempting to regain some form of control over myself, I began
to sob. Quietly at first and then louder as I pulled the covers over me and
tried...tried so desperately to come to grips with what I was feeling
toward this girl. This had to be wrong. Against the laws of nature. I had
to pull back somehow. But the more I tried to push the feelings away, the
harder I cried. I am not sure how much time passed, but my tears eventually
slowed as I drifted toward sleep the last thought I remember before
surrendering to peace for the first time all day was the smell of her hair.

The following week came and went, but the longing that I had for this girl
and the angst that went with it grew exponentially. As fate would have it,
Missy called one evening not long after the fateful night at dinner and
asked if I would like to go to their home in the mountains for the
weekend. She had gotten a "straight A" report card and as a prize she could
invite anyone she wanted up for the weekend. She had chosen me and her
classmate Christa. Before I could stop myself I was saying yes and her mom
was on the phone giving me all the details. What to bring, the weekend's
activities and so on and so forth.

I drove up alone the following Friday in silence. I spent the 3 hour drive
rummaging through the thoughts in my head and trying to formulate some sort
of plan for surviving the next two days. I just had to get through Friday,
Saturday, and Sunday I would be back in the city. Safe. I arrived about 2
hours after the rest of the family and was greeted with a warm welcome from
Andrea and Daniel. Missy and Christa were, apparently, ensconced in one of
the many bedrooms and had been since their arrival.

The adults enjoyed long island iced teas on the porch for a good hour and
then we shuffled inside to make dinner. When the meal was close to being
done, Andrea asked if I might fetch Missy and Christa to help with setting
the table. I happily obliged. As approached the room they were sharing, I
could hear muffled laughter and whispers. Who knows what they were
discussing but when I knocked on the door and opened it, they were lying on
the bed together. Frightened by my unexpected entrance, they flew apart. As
they did, I noticed that Christa was more than a little flushed and Missy's
shirt was unbuttoned most of the way.

"Hey ladies, dinner is almost ready, how about you break it up and come
help your mom set the table?"

They giggled again in a knowing way, leapt off the bed and breezed past me
in the open door way. As Missy walked by me, she turned her head back and
gave me a knowing smile. The ache between my legs was back with a
vengeance.

Dinner was filled with laughter, good conversation, and more than a few
bottles of wine between the grown ups. It was also filled with a craving to
know what exactly had been going on in the bedroom between Missy and
Christa. Almost immediately after desert the two young girls announced they
were off to bed. I was surprised when I looked at the clock to see that it
was close to 10:30 and decided that retiring for the evening was not such a
bad idea.

My room was warm and comfortable and shared an adjoining powder room with
the one that Missy and Christa were sleeping in. I could hear them quietly
talking with one another as I climbed into bed. I tried to make out some
portion of what they were gossiping about in that lovely way teenage girls
do. The combination of a long drive and more than a little wine brought
sleep sooner than I would have expected, and as I drifted off I continued
to wonder what I had walked in on before.

A few hours later I was awoken by a throaty moan. Startled, I sat up in bed
and tried to figure out where it was coming from. Another, softer moan
followed shortly after so I decided to get out of bed and make my way into
the bathroom. As I opened to door leading from my room I noticed that the
one leading into the girls room was cracked open. The sounds of heavy
breathing and covers rustling were louder in here and when I looked into
the bathroom mirror, I had a straight visual shot into their room. On the
bed, spread eagle, was Missy. Nightgown up around her waste, her pert,
erect nipples exposed as the straps of her nightgown were pulled down off
her shoulders. Between her legs was Christa. Her hands spreading Missy's
pussy lips apart and her tongue lapped eagerly at the wet slit in front of
her. Missy was squirming, moaning, rising and falling on the bed as Christa
slipped a finger inside her sweet, soaked vagina. I could not believe what
I was seeing. Christa's mouth moved to Missy's clit and began to suck
softly but audibly on what had to be one hard little knob. I recognized the
change in Missy's breathing. It was the change that came shortly before
orgasm. Christa started fingering her again and as she did, I realized that
my own cut was dripping, aching furiously. I watched Missy intently as her
back began to arch and her raspy voice mumbled something I could not
understand. She was cumming. Who knows if this was her first time, but she
was cumming, hard. Her back lost its arch and fell into the mattress and as
it did, she pushed Christa off her sensitive clit as she gasped for air.

Christa crawled up next to her and I heard her say, loud and clear....

"My turn."

Those words were nearly enough to push me over the edge and before I knew
it Missy slid down to the middle of the bed and began to spread Christa's
legs apart. She quickly found Christa's clit and began circling it with her
thumb. As she did Christa began to moan softly, shaking her head side to
side as she did. The more I watched Missy, the more I knew this was not her
first time playing with this girl. She took her thumb off Christa's knob
and slid a finger in her ass as her tongue began to slide in and out of the
other girl's pussy. This was unlike anything I could have imagined. This
raw, playful act that was taking place in front of me was beyond sexy.
Beyond comprehension. As Missy began to flick Christa's clit with her long
tongue my own fingers found their way to my clit. As Missy worked the girl,
pushing her closer and closer to orgasm, my own body followed suit. I could
hear the soft squelch of her mouth as she sucked harder and harder on
Christa. That sound sent chills down my spine and almost in sync with
Christa, I came, cum squirting out of my own cunt like a fountain.

I fell to the floor listening to the fading sounds coming from the other
room. Both girls were spent. I was spent. I quietly dragged myself back
into bed, mentally exhausted, but somehow feeling like I had found closure
to these "taboo" thoughts for Missy. This girl was not as innocent as I
thought, not as fragile as I had feared. She knew sex, even if it was
within a limited realm of experience. Who knows if she had ever fucked a
boy before...I didn't care. All I cared about was that my eyes got to soak
in her exquisite form. Her soft, wet cunt. That's what would stay with me,
the sight of her in complete ecstasy. It would stay deep in my head, for
many weeks and months to come. It was heaven. And more importantly? It was
enough.