The Invitation to the Dance

Melissa Baker was diagnosed as having precocious puberty syndrome. At three years of age she developed breasts. They actually started to develop when she was still two, but by the time she was three-and-a-half she had a very nice set of knockers. It was difficult buying a bra to fit the three-year-old girl since her chest measured just 19 inches around and yet she almost filled a B-cup.

By the time of her fourth birthday she had sprouted a luxuriant patch of rich, black pubic hair. She also had hair growing in each of her armpits. The lips of her pussy had thickened and her clitoris had grown substantially.

At five-and-a-half she had her first period. It happened when she was attending kindergarten. She stood in the middle of classroom and cried. She was the tallest child in kindergarten. She was also the tallest child in the first grade, second grade, and third grade. And she was also the only girl in those early grades who had to have a sanitary pad pinned inside her panties once a month.

The doctors were concern about a possible tumor either in the ovaries and the hypothalamus of the brain. Sometime tumors in these areas trigger precocious puberty. Most often there are no tumors and the condition is referred to as constitutional type precocious puberty. Melissa's condition was constitutional. She was healthy in every way possible. The only problem was, her sexual apparatus was ripe and fully functional by the time she completed first grade.

One of the possible dangers of early puberty is connected to the growth spurt which accompanies puberty. When adolescent girls reach puberty, they experience a rapid increase in height. Likewise, Melissa grew rapidly through first and second grades. By the end of the second grade she was four-foot, ten-inches tall. The problem with this early growth spurt is that it may stop abruptly once sexual maturity is achieved. This may result in the girl being tall in elementary school but not reaching her full adult height in later life.

To guard against this possible, Melissa was given drugs to retard the rate at which the sex hormones were being released into her bloodstream and thereby increased her chances of reaching her full height.

The second danger of precocious puberty is sexual abuse and pregnancy. The youngest pregnancy ever recorded, occurred in a little girl who was just five-and-a-half years old. The medical textbooks do not explain what became of that little girl or her baby. Whether she carried the baby to term, and if she did, what kind of problems she had, are never discussed in the medical literature.

Because of her height and her sexual development, Melissa looked more like a junior high school girl than second-grader. But intellectually and emotionally she was still a little girl. Her physical development made her desirable and her intellectually development made her innocent and easy.

Melissa's mother, Martha Baker, started-out viewing Melissa's condition as a major problem, but as the condition developed so did Martha's sense of humor. She began to appreciation the comic aspects of the situation. Her sweet little innocent daughter was trapped inside the body of a horny teenager with raging hormones. Her little girl was horny, and yet she had no idea what that meant or what she could do about it. She had no idea what effect her body had on others, particularly other mature males. If some guy gave her the old "wolf-whistle," she would just turn and whistle right back like some kind of myna bird. She was oblivious to the suggestive remarks and sexual innuendoes that frequently came her way.

Her tits were always getting in the way. This was particularly true in art class. Almost every day she would come home with paint, glue, jelly, or grape juice adorning her very prominent boobs. She didn't like wearing a bra; none of the girls in her class wore one and she didn't see why she needed one.

However, she didn't question the pads her mother pinned inside her panties. She knew if she didn't wear them, her panties would get all messy. But she could never figure out how her mother knew when to put the pads in. Twenty-eight days was not an easy thing for a seven-year-old to keep track of.

Melissa didn't understand that there were some aspects of her condition that she might not want to discuss some of her classmates. One of the funnier incidents involved a second grade classmate by the name of Timmy. When Melissa explained how she had to ride her little white ponies for three or four days every month, and how those ponies got all bloody from the stuff coming out of her crack, the little boy put two-and-two together and came up with four. He went home and told his mother how he now understood why those white things on the bathroom shelve got all blood once a month when they reappeared in the waste basket. When he told his mother that he knew the blood was coming from her crack and he wanted to see her crack to make sure she was okay, the mother went ballistic. She called the school and demand to know what kind of sex-education the school was giving second-grade boys. The teacher was called in. She claimed she didn't know anything about how Timmy had gained his new found information. There was a huge brouhaha before things were finally straightened out.

Martha found her daughter's sex-education tutorial with young Timmy amusing, but Timmy's mother was not amused. She wanted Melissa kicked out of school. The school refused, and Timmy was soon enrolled in a parochial school.

The school gave Melissa's parents their total support. Because of this, Melissa was never the object of much teasing. She was a cheerful child, always did her schoolwork, and was kind to the other children. Despite this good adjustment, she was moody, particularly around the time of her period. When she was seven-years-old, she started having bouts of PMS.

Her PMS was little different from the PMS suffered by adult women. She was never nasty or bitchy. She just got horny. Well, at least her body got horny, and then her body took the little girl for a ride which the little girl didn't seem to be aware of and wouldn't have understood if she had become conscious of what was happening. Melissa could lie on the couch with a pillow under her and use her hips to repeatedly slide her crouch along the edge of a pillow while talking about something totally unrelated to anything sexual. Melissa appeared to be completely unaware of what her hips were doing with her pussy. Melissa's mother never saw the little girl get herself off. She saw her daughter get very close to an orgasm, but then just when she was about to climax, she would go off and do something else, leaving her body unsatisfied and hornier than ever. It was almost like Melissa had a split personality. Her body desperately wanted a sexual release but Melissa's little-girl-mind wasn't going to waste time on such foolishness.

Martha had considered teaching Melissa the fine art self abuse, but didn't do that for a couple of reasons. First, she really enjoyed watching her daughter's fully developed body striving for a sexual release, and then stop-short of a release to go out and play in her sandbox or to make Kool-Aid so she could entertain her dollies at a tea party. When Melissa was horny, she was sexy and beautiful, and since she didn't get herself off, she was horny most of the time. Martha enjoyed seeing Melissa's hot, sexy, and extremely frustrated body walking around doing innocent little girl things all day. It was the joy of her life!

The second reason she didn't teach her daughter to masturbate was the hope that Melissa's first sexual adventure would be a natural one. In other words, she hoped the little girl would get herself fucked. Martha was waiting for the day when Melissa would run home and tell her that this nice man had taken into the park, pulled her panties down, and pushed his long, hard thing into her slot. In her mind she could hear Melissa say, "Oh Mommy, it made me feel so good, and if I go back tomorrow he promised to do it again."

Well, it didn't happen in the first grade. It didn't happen in the second grade, and it didn't happen in the third grade either.

Our story actually begins two days into Melissa's summer vacation following her completion of third-grade. Melissa is eight and will turn nine in August. She is five-feet tall and weighted 89-pounds. Her chest now measures 33 inches and her mother can buy her a C-cup bra off the rack that fits her perfectly. Mother and daughter are sitting in the kitchen talking about Melissa's report card. Melissa got A"s in everything, except arithmetic. She got a B-minus in arithmetic. Long-division and fractions were not Melissa's forte.

Right in the middle of Martha's lecture about the importance of mathematics, the telephone rang. Martha answered the phone. "Hello." A deep male voice on the other end of the line asked if he could speak to Melissa.

"Honey, it's some man who wants to talk to you."

"Hello. (Short pause) Oh hi, Brad. (A longer pause) "I'll ask Mom.

"Mom, Brad wants to take me to the movies on Friday night; can I go?"

"Who's Brad?"

"Oh, he's a guy I met in the park last week. He's real nice. You'll like him."

"Honey, maybe I better talk to him." Taking the phone from her daughter, she said, "Hello Brad, this is Melissa's mother."

"Hello, Mrs. Baker."

"Brad, how old are you?"

"I'm Seventeen. I just graduated from high school, and I'll be going to State College in the fall. My last name is Collins. My father is Walter Collins. He owns New Wave Technologies; it's an engineering company."

"I know. My husband works for your father. John's an electrical engineer."

"Mrs. Baker, would it be okay if I took Melissa to a movie on Friday night?"

"Brad, are you aware that my daughter is only eight-years-old?"

"She looks a lot older, and she's a really cute girl, and . . ." Brad paused for a moment and then continued, "She's very, very sexy, and I don't think age makes much difference, if two people like each other "

A faint smile appeared at edges of Martha's lips. "What kind of movie would you take her to see?"

"Whatever's playing at the drive-in. I think they have a double feature: a science-fiction flick and a spooky movie. They always show movies that scare the girls so they want snuggle-up with their dates."

"What time do the movies start at the drive-in?"

"When it gets dark, usually around eight or nine o'clock."

"What time do they get out?"

"Sometime after midnight, maybe, even one o'clock."

"So let me get this straight, you want to take my eight-year-old daughter to a drive-in movie and keep her out until after midnight. Is that what you are saying?"

"That right."

Martha took a deep breath. She looked at her daughter. Melissa stood with her crotch pressed firmly into the corner of the kitchen table. Her hips rocked slightly as she listened intently to her mother's end of the conversation. Melissa's nipples were standing at attention. Her body obviously wanted to go, and for once it looked like the little-girl-part of Melissa's personality was eager to go along for the adventure. Martha covered the mouthpiece of the telephone and asked, "do you want to go out with Brad?" Melissa quickly nodded her head to show how eager she was to go out with her new friend.

"Melissa appears to be excited by the prospect of going out with you. If it were just up to me, I'd let her go. But I'll have to talk with her father, and I don't think he's going to be very willing to let his little girl spend three or four hours alone with a college boy at a drive-in movie. But I will try to talk him into letting her go with you."

Martha took a phone number where she could reach Brad. She told him she would call him later that night. As she hung-up, she checked the calendar that hung next the phone. Friday would be the seventeenth. She backed up until she found a little red dot in the square for Friday the third. Fourteen days between the start of Melissa's last period and the night of her very first date. If Melissa's ovaries were on schedule, there was a super good chance that a nice ripe egg would rolling down one of Melissa's little tubes just in time for her Friday-night date. It was too later to break the record for the youngest pregnancy ever, but getting an eight-year-old pregnant was probably news worthy.

Martha asked Melissa go across the street for a while and play with Lisa, one of her girlfriends from school. Once Melissa left, Martha started calling to gather as much information about Brad Collins as she could.

She called her friend, Sue. Sue had a daughter in high school. According to Sue, Brad had a reputation. Rumor had it, that he had fucked half the girls in the high school including her daughter, but recently he had taken an interest in younger stuff and was working his way through the junior high and had even picked off a few sixth-graders. According to Sue's daughter, Brad had a really big cock, but Sue wasn't sure how big.

This news put a smile on Martha face. On her next call she hit the jackpot. She called her best friend, Mary, a school nurse. Mary knew Brad from his junior high school days. He had skinned his knee playing soccer one day and came to her office for first aid. He was the best looking boy in the seventh grade and he had a big cock. According to Mary, even in junior high, his cock was eight inches long and very fat, and by now it ought to be a lot bigger.

Then Mary paused for several moments before making her confession. "Martha, don't ever tell single soul about this. I'd just die if my husband ever found out, but Brad fucked me that day, and God, he fucked me so good I have never been fucked that good before or since. My four-year-old, Sammy, is Brad's baby. I've never regretted having Brad's child. Sammy's going to have a big cock just like his daddy."

Martha was excited by the prospect of Melissa having a date with a real stud. The only obstacle was Melissa's father. She would talk to John and try to get him to agree, but it would be tough.

John wasn't a complete prude, but all of their sex had been pretty much plain vanilla. He liked oral sex, both giving and receiving. He favored three positions: missionary, doggie, and Martha-on-top. They always fucked in the bedroom and usually with the lights off. He showed no interest in kinky stuff, and that really disappointed Martha because she wanted to experiment with lots of different things but was always afraid to suggest such things to her husband.

Melissa's condition seemed to embarrass John, but he was very supportive and was quick to defend her if anyone said something out-of-line about her or her condition. If anything, he was overly protective of his daughter. Martha would have a hard time convincing John that Melissa should be allowed to go on a date with Brad Collins.

That night, after Melissa had been tucked into bed, Martha approached John. "Brad Collins called Melissa this afternoon and asked her out. He wants to take her to the movies on Friday night. Do you think it would okay for her to go out with him?"

John's jaw dropped. He stared at his wife in total disbelieve. "She's only eight-years-old, and he must be at least sixteen."

"He's seventeen. He just graduated from high school; he'll be going to college in the fall."

"My God, he's nine years older than Melissa! She's in grade school and he's going to college."

"You think the difference in their ages is important?"

"I think he is too old for her."

"She looks much older than she is, and besides, how old are you?"

"You know I'm forty-three."

"And how old am I?"

"Thirty-two."

"And if you subtract thirty-two from forty-three, what do you get?"

"Eleven, but that's different."

"Yes, I know. You're eleven years older that me and Brad's only nine years older than Melissa. They're closer in age than we are. And besides the difference in age, I think Brad feels that Melissa is like a little sister. He just wants to be a big brother and show her a good time. "

"I know the kind of good time he wants to show her, and there is no way I'm going to let Melissa go out alone with Brad Collins."

Martha though for a moment and then offered a suggestion. The suggestion seem innocence enough on the surface, but her choice of words and the unconscious stress she placed on some of those words suggested a hidden meaning.

"What if they didn't go alone? What if I went along as a chaperone? Melissa can be very shy, particularly round older men. She has never had an opportunity engage in intercourse with older men. Her approach is likely to be all wet, which could make things sticky. But I'm sure Brad will push to establish a deep, satisfying bond. It will be hard for Melissa,. but with me there to guide her, Melissa can learn how to open herself for a new experience. Once she is relaxed and open, Brad will be able to inject new life into our young daughter. Any stiffness Brad might have felt will be soften by warm flow of their interactions. It could be the start of a very fertile relationship."

John didn't appear to notice the double-entendres contain in Martha's suggestion. "I don't like her going out at all, especially with a college boy. "

"What could possible happen if I was there to watch?"

"I don't know. Probably nothing."

"You see it would be fine, and it will give Melissa a chance develop socially. Kids her age are afraid of her because she looks so old, and the older kids don't want her around because she's too young. Whether you like it or not, Melissa is a very mature eight-year-old, and she has a terrible time finding people who want to spend time with her. "

"Well, maybe if you went along to supervise; it would be okay. But I doubt if Brad will want you tagging along?"

"Oh I think he just wants to be Melissa's friend and he will be happy to have me along. I'll talk to him; I'm sure it will be okay."

Martha went to the kitchen phone to call Brad. She wanted to be sure her conversation wouldn't be over heard. "Hello Brad, I have some good news; I talked my husband into letting Melissa go with you on Friday night, but there is one condition."

"What's the condition?"

"Brad, please listen to the whole deal before you turn it down, okay?"

"Okay."

"Here's the deal, I have to go with you and Melissa as a kind of chaperone, but I promise not to interfere in any way with anything you want to do with her. Not only will I not interfere, but I help you in anyway I can." Martha paused for a moment and then asked, "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I think so. But what if I want to kiss her and hug her and maybe feel her up, what would you do about that?"

"Nothing. Girls need all kinds of love, and I think physical love is just what Melissa needs. Melissa has a nice body, but because she developed early, I don't think she understands that she has the kind of body a man would like to make love to."

"What if I undressed her?"

"Oh, I think you should. Everything will be so much easier if she doesn't have any clothes on." Martha paused briefly and then added. "And Brad, I hope you're planning to take your clothes off too, that'll also make things a lot easier."

"It might be a little hard to get away with that at the drive-in."

"Maybe I can find some place else for the two of you to play, unless you really do have your heart set on watching a movie."

"No, the movies aren't that good anyway."

Martha laughed. " I've always heard that at the drive-in the best show isn't on the screen; it's in the back seats of the cars."

Brad laughed.

"Brad, I do want to ask you about something else."

"What's that?"

"I talked to some friends of mine, and they tell me you're big. Brad just how big are you?"

"You mean my height or my weight?"

"I mean your cock. Do you have a big prick?"

"Most people tell me I do."

"How long is it Brad?"

"Mrs. Baker, I don't want to scare you or Melissa. It's only a little bit bigger than average."

"And how big is that Brad?"

"If I tell you the truth, will you still let me go out with your daughter?"

"If you don't tell me the truth, I'll never let you go out with my daughter."

"Okay, it's ten-and-a-half inches, almost eleven."

"Nice. Very nice. Is it fat? Brad, do you have a long, fat prick?"

"People tell me I do. But it's not very fat at the top, you know around the knob, but it gets wider at the base. It kind of tapers. At the bottom-end its really wide, about three inches across and nine inches around."

"Beautiful. It's like a big wedge, the knob goes in easy and the deeper it goes, the more it stretches. Right?"

"Yeah, I guess that's the way it works."

"How wide is the head?"

"Just two inches across and about six inches around. "

"Are you circumcised?"

"Yes."

"You must be very proud to have a prick like that. Do you measure it often?"

"No, I never measure it, but some of the ladies I know like to measure it before . . . Well, just before hand, if you know what I mean?"

"Yes, I know exactly what to mean, but why do you suppose they want to measure your cock before they let you fuck them?"

"Some women are like fishermen; they like to brag."

"And you're the big one that didn't get away, right?"

"I guess so."

"Maybe Melissa will have something to brag about after Friday. I hope she does. I think you've got the equipment to give her a memorable experience. You're not planning to jack off between now and Friday night, are you?"

"I haven't jacked off since I was in grade school."

"Good. Are you planning to fuck anybody between now and Friday?"

"I guess so. I usually do, why?"

"This will be Melissa first time, and my daughter deserves the very best. I want you to be as hard and horny as possible. Just because she's young and a virgin does mean you can take her for granted. She deserves everything you've got, and I hope you'll be ready to deliver "

"Yeah, maybe I should wait. She's a real sexy girl. Don't worry; I'll be ready."

"Good. So Melissa has a date for Friday night, and you don't mind my going along, right?"

"I think having you as a chaperone will make things a lot easier."

"Good. What time will you pick us up?"

"About quarter-to-nine. Is that okay?"

"We'll be ready."