Missy: Day Two by MissAdventurous
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Day Two
The next morning I made a pleasant discovery. It seemed like the more I masturbated, the more aware of my body I was. Everything felt different. The sheets felt softer on my bed, making me stretch lazily like a cat when I woke up. My cute little toes pointing and toned legs stretching to their full length.
When I stood up my perky little buds of breasts felt heavy and swollen. My hands slid up my body to cup them through my cotton sleep shirt. My nipples tingled and tightened. I could see them peeking through the threadbare white tee I loved to wear to bed. It was an old workout shirt of Daddy’s and was worn from the years of washing. Sometimes I swore it still smelled like him though, fresh and sexy.
As I walked to the bathroom to start my morning routine before school, my bare feet felt cold on the hardwood floors. The sound of them slapping onto the surface seemed loud and jarring in the quiet house. As I opened the glass shower door I stretched again, my arms going up over my head, reaching up on my tippy toes and arching my back. I adjusted the temperature of the water until it would be hot like I liked and took off my pjs.
I tossed my tee in the hamper and shimmied out of my blue boy shorts. They were comfortable and cute, with a pretty pink flower on my right butt cheek. When Mommy gave them to me she said they were more appropriate for my age. They rode low on my hips and showed just a little bit of the underside of my butt cheeks. They were definitely an upgrade from the plain cotton bikinis that were high waisted and hid everything. Luckily I hadn’t had to wear those granny panties anymore. Mommy loved lingerie shopping and always came home with bags of goodies for us when she went to the mall.
As the shower heated up I turned and looked at my body in the mirror behind the sink. It was so different from Mommy’s but today I was looking at it with new eyes. My hair was getting long, it’s curls and natural waves shining under the bathroom light. It was the same color as Mommy’s, a deep auburn that looked brown in low light but sparkled in the bright sun. For years it was my favorite feature. My eyes were blue, a genetic oddity from Daddy’s Sicilian heritage. They really were a startling contrast to my red hair. I smiled at them, loving that I was a mix of both my parents. My mouth was a little wide but my lips were full and plump, my lower lip pouty. It was a woman’s mouth, I smiled wider, pleased.
My eyes traveled down my neck to my shoulders, my skin smooth and pale. Daddy’s skin was always tanned and darker than ours, his Italian heritage shining through. I reached my breasts and cupped them again, my fingers automatically rolling my nipples gently. They were a dusky pink and puffy, the same shade as my lips. My breasts were much smaller than Mommy’s. Hers were a full C cup, but I could see now that mine were the same shape. Round and high on my body, I was hopeful that they’d fill in a little and stay as bouncy as Mommy’s were even after breast feeding. Hers were the softest things I’d ever felt and I loved rubbing my cheeks against them before I nursed after school.
After one last squeeze on the tips, I slid my hands down my torso to my waist. I could see now that there was a hint of a curve, flaring out a bit to my hip. I wanted womanly curves to show off, great tits, a tiny waist and hips that were full and sexy. I wanted ones like Mommy and some of the girls at school had. Some of them already had their cherries popped, the lucky ducks. Gossiping before and after class about who they blew or fucked. Mommy told me to pay them no mind and to be patient, it would be worth the wait.
My hands slid down to my thighs, the skin creamy and unblemished by marks. Between my legs my pussy looked as untouched as it was. It was bare of hair, something some of the girls at gym class had teased me about. They were able to grow full mature bushes of hair if they wanted. Some of them opting to shave or wax but others, wanting to show off their new womanly status, left them trimmed short and tight. One of my friends Lisa even had a design shaved on it, a little star right on her pussy mound. Her identical twin, Amelia, had a matching heart groomed into hers. Lisa had squealed excitedly about how her Mom had taken them to a salon to have it done but the class bell rang before I got to hear more about it.
When I asked Mommy why I didn’t have any pubic hair she simply smiled and said that I needed to be patient and that everyone grew their cunnies when their body was ready.
“Besides,” she had said with a wink, “Daddy likes a bare cunt to lick.”
My eyes had gone wide at her statement and she laughed at my expression. After getting that piece of information I had spent the rest of the day imagining Daddy’s head between my legs, licking my little clit. I shivered at the memory and put a finger in my mouth to suck.
My pussy was smooth and puffy with a seam down the middle made by my lips. The outer lips were plump and full with no gap in between them. Apparently they wouldn’t loosen up until I had taken a few cocks, at least that’s what my best friend Hannah said. But for now they stayed tight and made my pussy look almost sealed. I knew behind them hid my little bud. My clit was rapidly becoming my new favorite part of my body. I wanted to touch it all the time, right now actually. I popped my wet finger out of my mouth and slid it in between my lips, giving my clit a little good morning rub. It was proportional to the size of my pussy but always turned a deep red and got hard when I played with it, peaking out from its hood.
My inner lips were dainty and protected the entrance to my vagina. So far I had listened to Mommy and hadn’t put anything in there, not even my finger. I had circled the rim of the hole a couple of times, loving how it felt, but was too scared to penetrate myself against her orders. The last time I came I had felt it flexing and clenching below my hand as I fiddled my clit. It wanted to squeeze down on something.
“Missy!”
At my mothers call from downstairs I jerked in surprise, yanked out of my lazy perusal of my body.
“We’re leaving in fifteen minutes!” She called up, “Shake a leg young lady!”
I sighed and stopped rubbing my clit. I popped my finger back in my mouth, sucking off my tart and sweet juices from my pussy and stepped into the shower to wash up. It was going to be a long day.
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Dressed and ready for school, I bounced down the stairs as quickly as my legs could take me, not wanting to make my Mommy angry for being late. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I saw Daddy standing by the door, briefcase at his side, his hand squeezing the handle, white knuckled. His belt and the fly of his pants were undone, his head thrown back as he groaned. Mommy was on her knees before him, her hands holding his hips still, the whole length of his dick buried in her throat. Her eyes were watering a little, her eyeliner and mascara smudging from the tears. I watched, transfixed, as I saw her throat move as she swallowed. Daddy was cumming down her throat.