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   The following is entirely a work of fiction.  It was written purposely
for the entertainment of adult readers.  This type of fiction should never
be read by minors.  Readers of this type of fiction should never try to
copy the actions within, lest they look forward to a very long jail
sentence, followed by a life of forced poverty.



   This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between a preteen female
and a grown man.  If this type of behavior offends you, read no further. 
If this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now and go
away.



   Summary: After Andrew reconnects with an old military friend over the
net, he arranges to vacation with the old friend.  He soon finds out that
not only does the old friend have a smoking hot preteen daughter, but she
wants Andrew-naked, and in the basement, her room, and other rooms of the
house, but with a hidden agenda.  Come along and find out her secret.



   It all started with an inquiry.  I was on Ebay and just browsing.  I
collect toy trucks and the seller had neglected to articulate the size of
the toy truck that he was selling.  I sent him an inquiry, which he
answered.  Satisfied that it would fit into my collection, I then bid on
it.



   Two days later, I was notified that I had the winning bid.  I then went
to Ebay and set up a payment.  The seller then sent me an email, only it
was an email of re-discovery.  The seller asked if I had served in the
military and named a unit and time frame.  When I replied that I was he,
the seller revealed that he was Steve-my long lost best friend from First
Division.  He then asked for my phone number and we talked that night.



   We spent over an hour on the phone.  We caught up with each other.  We
were both single, and although I had never married, Steve had two failed
marriages and a daughter from one of them.  One of the things we discussed
was a mutual love of old trucks.  Steve was about to buy an old pickup and
we talked about how he could fix it up.



   Steve then bought the pickup, which set in motion a series of emails. 
Steve was buying parts, which he was accumulating to add to the truck when
he got time off.  When we discussed that, the idea came up of spending time
together so that we could work on the truck together.  We then coordinated
a date and put in our requests at work.



   A month later, I traveled cross country to Steve's place.  He had a
quaint old house in the foothills.  He also had a two acre spread without
an HOA to bother him about how he kept the property.  The house had an
adjacent garage, and a car port next to that.  It was there that he had
parked the pickup.



   Upon arrival, Steve took me to his guest room.  I dumped my luggage
there and we went to the kitchen for refreshments.  He talked about the
property, and how he planned to make improvements once he had the truck up
and running.  We then moved on out to the truck.



   The truck was a yellow late 1960's Ford Pickup.  When he lifted the
hood, I saw that we had a lot of work to do.  We then worked through the
morning into mid afternoon, and it was then that she arrived.



   Because Steve lived in a rural setting, the school bus stopped on the
road leading to Steve's place.  A girl got off of the bus and walked the
two hundred yards to us.  As she drew near, I stopped working because I was
gobsmacked.



   The girl was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.  She was dressed
in a bluish gray blouse and knee length skirt, just a shade darker than her
blouse.  Grey knee high socks and black sneakers completed her ensemble. 
She had an oval shaped face framed by long light brown hair.  Her large
almond shaped eyes were warm and friendly.  Her nose was unremarkable, but
she also had large bee stung lips.  She reminded me of a young Tara
Lipinski.  Her figure was like that of a figure skater, petite, as she was
just at five foot and two tiny cones hid under her blouse.



   "Andrew, this is Missy", Steve said as he introduced us.



   I reflexively extended a hand, then quickly withdrew it as I realized
that it was covered with grease.



   I started to speak, choked, cleared my throat, then said "Sorry."



   "It's all right", she replied, then turning her attention to Steve asked
about dinner.



   "Whatever you want babe", he answered her.



   "I'm thinking beef", she said as she turned and walked away.



   Steve and I then went back under the hood.



   "Product of my second marriage", Steve volunteered, "can you believe
that she up and left us-Missy was only four at the time."



   "Sorry to hear it bro."



   "Yeah, it was eight years ago, I don't miss the bitch one little bit. 
Missy has been great the past six years.  She keeps the house and we share
responsibility for meals.  I don't know what I'd do without her."



   He then rambled on about the house, his ex wives, and work.  Finally, it
was time to try and start the pickup, but first, we needed oil as we had
drained the oil earlier when we were replacing gaskets.  Steve went in his
garage, then started cussing as he kicked and threw things.  I came around
to the garage.



   "You alright man ?" I asked.



   "Ah fuck", he replied, "I forgot I used up the oil on the last oil
change.  I'm gonna have to run into town.  Besides oil, I need some other
things."



   He then produced some hand cleaner to get the grease off of our hands.
As we cleaned our hands, I offered to run into town with him.



   "Nah", it's alright", he answered, "you're on vacation, relax.  Go in
the basement, finish cleaning up, have a brewski, I think you'll really
like the basement, it's a man cave."



   I followed his advice as he left.  The basement was really a man cave.
There was a mini bar, complete with counter, sink, and bar stools.  I
helped myself to a soda from the fridge under the counter, then took in the
rest of the basement as I washed up in the sink.



   There was a pool table in the center of the floor, and a large screen TV
with a couch and two easy chairs.  I ambled over, found the remote, sat on
the couch, and tried to figure out how to work the remote.  Just then, I
caught motion out of my eye.



   I looked up and saw Missy coming down the stairs.  She was completely
naked.  She looked at me, made eye contact, smiled, and walked in my
direction.  My heart had gone into overdrive and was trying to leap out of
my chest.  My throat became dry and I think my breathing became faster and
deeper.



   Missy walked right up to me, and went to her knees on the couch as she
straddled my lap.  She placed her arms on my shoulders and gently caressed
my neck with her hands.



   "Hey Andrew", she asked, "are you done working on the truck ?"



   I tried to speak, but like earlier, cleared my throat, then spoke.



   "Your dad had to run into town for oil and stuff."



   "Good, that will give us time to know each other."



   She pushed a small puffy nipple to my lips.  She cradled my head in her
hands and pulled my head into her chest.  Part of my brain was screaming
that this was the preteen daughter of a good friend, but my little head was
calling the shots at this point.  I cradled her tiny butt in my hands and I
suckled on her.



   Her nipples were small and puffy.  Her skin was soft and velvety.  She
felt good in my arms.  She leaned in and moaned softly in my ear, then she
reached down and grabbed one of my hands.  For a second, I thought she
disapproved of my roaming hands, but when she placed my hand between her
legs, she clearly was extending an invitation.



   Her slit was moist to the touch.  I gently probed her slit with my
middle finger.  She flinched as I touched her slit.



   "That's sensitive" she giggled.



   I broke from suckling on her to tell her that I preferred eating pussy.



   "Oooh" she cooed, pulling back from me a bit, "do you want to try that
?"



   "Yeah, absolutely", I told her.



   She laid back on the couch, spreading her legs.  I shifted, quickly
undressing and laying on the couch, positioned so that my head was between
her legs.  I opened my mouth, placing it over her bald preteen pussy.  I
began licking her pussy lips with my tongue, finding her clit, and
occasionally touching her clit with my tongue.



   For the first minute, she just laid there, passive and quiet.  Then I
heard her inhale deeply as her body flexed, relaxed, then her breathing
sped up.  I noticed her left hand begin to squeeze the cushion as she let
out a moan.  Her legs spread further, her feet went up, then landed gently
on my shoulders, occasionally lifting.  As my tongue flicked across her
clit, she let out a brief squeal.



   She began panting.  My neck was getting sore, so I adjusted my position.
Her right foot went to the top of the sofa.  She placed her right hand on
my scalp and ran it back and forth through my hair.  Suddenly, she screamed
and pushed my head from between her legs.



   Through pants, she loudly whispered, "Oh shit", then whispered "fuck"
several times.



   I repositioned and mounted her.  I placed my raging hard dick at her
opening.  It took a good moment to get the head of my dick in her, which
popped in.  Slowly, I pushed, and in three gentle thrusts, I was entirely
in her.  She smiled and reached up, trying to pull my face to hers. 
Shifting so that we could be face to face, we kissed.  She grabbed my neck
in a bear hug.



   "Oh God, this is so great", she exclaimed.



   I looked her in the eye, and suddenly a thought occured.



   "Your dad..." I said.



   "Don't worry, he'll call first", she assured me.



   "What ?" I asked.



   "Remember I told him I wanted beef ?  You're the beef."



   "So...you..."



   "Shhhhh" she said as she placed a hand over my mouth.



   Using her ankles to pull me into her, she indicated what she wanted.  I
started thrusting, moving slowly.  After a bit, I sped up my pace.  She had
linked her hands behind my neck and she cooed and moaned softy.  Her
girlish moaning turned me on.  I started pouding her little pussy.  I felt
my cum rising and I suddenly started shooting my load in her.  I came in
five unbelievable spurts, collapsing partially on her.  She hugged me
tightly and it was a couple of moments until our breathing returned to
normal.  My dick shriveled and popped out of her.



   I looked her in the eye and we enjoyed a long passionate kiss.



   "You are great", I told her.



   "You are pretty good yourself."



   "So, you and your dad___"



   She placed a hand over my mouth.  "Let's not talk about it", she said.
Then, after a moment of silence, she added, "You were my dad's best friend
when he needed one.  You deserved to be thanked.  You'll be thanked some
more, but right now, I need a shower, and I should start dinner."



   Missy ran upstairs and I heard the shower start.  The basement has a
half bath and I washed up.  Missy, thoughtfully, had left wash cloths,
soap, and half towels in the bathroom so that you could wash up in the
sink.



   A little while later, after Missy had taken a call from Steve, I found
her in the kitchen.  She was wearing a T shirt and running shorts.  She was
cooking dinner over the stove.  I came up behind her, hugged her around her
abdomen, and I kissed her neck.  Missy giggled, then said, "Nooooo....my
dad will be here any minute.  We can't do this in front of him."



   "Okay", I agreed, but first I planted a big kiss on her lucious lips.



   "Go watch TV, I'll call you when dinner is ready", she advised.



   I went downstairs and channel surfed before finding something
interesting.  Ten minutes into the show, I heard Steve come home.  There
was some discussion in the kitchen and I really wanted to listen, but I was
nervous at the same time.  I was surprised when Steve didn't come
downstairs.  That made me even more nervous.  Then, I contemplated dinner
conversation.  "So Andrew", I imagined Steve asking, "what did you and
Missy do when I was gone ?"



   "Oh, we fucked like animals in heat."



   Yeah right, Steve would kill me.  Then, that Steve had somehow set it
up, but didn't want to see it.  What was that all about ?  While I tried to
make sense of it, Missy called down that dinner was ready.



   I went upstairs and found that Missy had set a fine table.  Steve was
already seated.  Italian was the subject, with lasagne, spaghetti, and
bread sticks.  As we dug in, Steve asked if we had fun today.



   "Daa-a-a-ad", Missy embarassingly replied.



   "Sorry", Steve apologized.  "So, did everything work out ?"



   Missy shot him a look and Steve laughed.  Changing subjects, Steve then
brought up a funny military memory.  Within minutes, all three of us were
laughing our heads off.



   After dinner, Missy cleaned up while Steve and I went downstairs.  There
was a war movie on and we were both instantly engrossed.  Because the sun
had set, it had become cold.  There was a blanket on the end of the couch.
I pulled the blanket over me.



   A little while later, Missy appeared in the basement.  She had changed
into a knee length white night shirt.  First, she sat on the floor in front
of the couch.  After a bit, she murmured "cold" and crawled under the
blanket with me.



   She spooned her body next to mine.  She was hardly settled when she took
my right hand (I was laying on my left side) and placed it on her right
thigh.  She then pulled my hand sothat the hem of her night shirt came up.
As she did that, it became obvious that she wasn't wearing panties.  At
that point, she placed my hand on her bald kitty.  I started playing with
her kitty, but she slipped her arm under mine and grabbed my crotch.  She
indicated that she was trying to pull down my zipper.  I took the clue and
repositioned my arm.



   It took about ten minutes of moving slowly under the blanket, without
alarming Steve, but we were now in position to fuck.  She guided my dick as
I pushed down on her thighs.  I popped into her for the second time that
day.  We then moved slowly to not be obvious that we were fucking under the
blanket.  It was pleasurable, but confining at the same time.  Because we
were moving slowly, it was hard for me to get off.  Missy, for her part,
reached down and gently played with the spot next to my nuts.  It had the
desired effect, and within three thrusts, I was cumming in her.



   Carefully, and slowly, we disengaged and fixed our clothing under the
blanket.  Missy then whispered in my ear "I left something special in your
room.  I did some modeling for daddy.  Be ready for me later tonight."



   Missy then got up from under the blanket, announced that she was going
to her room, and she left the basement.  A little while later, the movie
ended, and we decided to call it a night.  I went tomy room and found that
Missy had left two photo albums on the bed.  The first album was her
modeling in the nude.  She had started about age five.  About age eight,
the photos became more suggestive, transcending from innocent to
pornographic.  The second album really blew me away.



   The pictures in the second album had obviously been taken in a
professional studio by a professional photographer.  There were several
photo sets, starting out in lingerie and working down to nude.  The photos,
obviously taken in the last year, weren't suggestive, but shocking in the
respect that a professional had taken them.  I was still going over that
album when Missy came in-she was naked again.



   "I loved posing for those.  We met the photographer at a nudist camp. 
He didn't even charge us for the pictures."



   As she sat next to me, the sparks were already flying.  We kissed as we
pulled my clothes off.  Minutes later, we were fucking like crazy.  We had
sex twice before falling asleep.



   In the morning, Friday morning, Missy headed off to school.  Steve and I
had breakfast, then returned to work on the truck.  Surprisingly, he didn't
mentioned the night before and only mentioned Missy in passing.  By the end
of the day, we hadn't just got the forty five year old truck running like a
top, we had also put a camper on it.  That evening, we went out to eat at a
nice restaurant.  During dinner, Missy kept giving me the "I want to fuck"
look.  After dinner, we went bowling.



   Afterwards, we went home.  Soon after we came in the door, Steve
announced that he was tired and turning in.  Missy and I gave each other a
look.  Steve suggested that Missy and I watch TV in the basement.  We went
to the basement, but we didn't watch TV.



   "Fuck", Missy said as she started ripping her clothes off, "I am soooo
horny."



   We fucked for hours, and fell asleep on the couch.  In the morning,
barely covered by the blanket, I was awakened by Steve.



   "Hey", he whispered, so as not to wake Missy, "I'm going fishing.  I'll
be gone for three days.  You two get to know each other better."



   He winked and walked out.  I rested, but couldn't fall back asleep. 
When Missy woke up, I told her what Steve had said.



   "You mean we're alone for three days ?" she asked.  I saw a thought
forming in her eyes.  "First, we need breakfast.  You're going to need your
energy."



   We fucked like dogs in heat for the next three days.  We fucked in the
basement, my room, her room, and even on Steve's bed.  She even did some
modeling for me, and we recorded a fuck session for my home computer.



   On Tuesday morning, Missy returned to school.  She had been off on
Monday for Teacher's conference.  I was actually kind of glad to give
myself a break.  My dick had become quite sore and my back was a little
sore.  After seeing her off, I made a truly yummy breakfast, with eggs,
bacon, plus three more kinds of meats (Steve was quite the hunter and he
had both venison and elk in the freezer).



   It was after breakfast, and while I cleaned up, that Steve appeared. 
When he walked in, we made small talk about his trip, how the truck
performed, and the weather.  Then, summoning up his strength, Steve said,
"Sit down, we should talk."



   We sat at the table.  Steve took a deep breath, and began.  "Missy was
only three when my second wife left.  I couldn't believe that she just left
her little girl behind.  I was so angry, and confused.  Missy shook it off
and became my life.  By the time she was six, she was cooking and cleaning.
She was so helpful, on everything.  Not long after, she became like a wife,
in more ways than one.  It was then that I realized that I wanted another
child, but I struck out there."



   "Over the next few years, I dated several women, but none of them were a
fit.  Last year, Missy started her period.  I briefly considered having my
vasectomy reversed, but Missy is my child.  Her carrying my child....."



   He shook his head.



   "Then I found you on the net.  A month ago, Missy and I had a talk, and
we hatched a plan.  She wouldn't mind having a child, or two.  You,
hopefully, can do what I can't.  And I want you to know that you won't be
on the hook if she has a child.  If you do want to be a parent, that's fine
too.  I know that your life and work isn't here.  I can help you find a
job. You can move in here, we have the room.  If you and Missy are the
parents, I can be a grandfather, and that's fine too.  I know that I have
laid quite a bit on you.  I don't need an answer right away."



   I stood up.  "Wow" was all I could say.



   There was a long uncomfortable silence in the kitchen.  Finally, I said,
"I'll take a bit, I'll be back."



   I walked out into the yard and actually walked twice around my car
before I got in.  I drove into town and found a park.  I walked around the
park several times.Then, I went to a diner, had a snack and read the
newspaper.  I took a drive and looked at the scenery.  I timed my day so
that I got back to Steve's place just a bit before Missy got home.  Steve
greeted me out in the yard.



   "You okay ?" Steve asked.



   "Yeah, I'm fine."



   I indicated that we should go in the house.  As we went in the basement,
I told Steve that I needed to meet Missy when she came home.  Steve didn't
object.



   At 3:15, I went up to the kitchen.  Just a couple of minutes later, the
school bus stopped on the road outside the driveway.  Missy got out, waved
goodbye to others on the bus, then walked down the driveway.  As she walked
in the kitchen door, I stood up from the table.



   "Hey" I said.



   "Hi", she said with concern in her voice, then asked, " is everything
alright ?  "



   "Fine.  Umm, your dad and I had a talk, and..."



   Missy saw Steve standing at the basement entrance.



   "Let's go make a baby."



   Missy looked at Steve, who nodded.  Missy looked at me.  I kissed Missy
and she smiled.  She put an arm around my back and we walked towards her
bedroom."



   The End.



   Epilogue: It took a little over two months to find a job near Steve. 
Missy was with child by then.  We had the help of an understanding mid
wife. Steve ended up with a little girl as his grandchild.  He was happier
than I had ever seen him.  His help got us through difficult phases, like
the baby sleeping through the night and teething.  It is said that it takes
a village to raise a child and the three of us, working together, are as
happy as could be.  Because of Steve's help, Missy and I still have a happy
sex life, but we do use birth control not to complicate our life any
further.



   If you like this, there's more at my site :
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dude/www/PTandTeen.html






   
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