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The story that follows is a work of fiction. I am the Author but it is
made up, fake, never happened. I am by far no English major and for that
matter I was never good in school. This is my first attempt at writing a
story. It is a love story.
Constructive criticism is welcome or just telling me it sucked is
welcome. This is the complete story as currently written.
This story contains: Mf pedo love
A Love for Brittany
BY The Lifetime Male Virgin
Lifetimemalevirgin -at- yahoo.com
She is such a beautiful girl. Not gorgeous mind you. But she is very
beautiful, at least to me. Oh sure, she has some flaws but don't we all.
She has a little chubby stomach but by no means is she fat. Also, she
has a very cute little ass. When seeing her outside, there are several
things I noticed about her. She seems to love wearing blue jeans, and
jeans that fit very snuggly against her body. The same for tight shirts
which make her breasts look larger than they probably actually were. Also
she LOVES wearing clothing, whether it is pants or shirts with writing on
them. Now clearly she wants guys to look at that ass and her tits,
otherwise why wear such clothing. I'm sure many a boy, as well as men
looked in her direction to get a gander at that little behind.
Naturally, that isn't the only appealing thing about her. For her age,
she has descent sized breasts, yet she still looks like a little girl. She
doesn't dress like a pre-teen slut like many girls do in this day and age.
I mean she doesn't wear clothes that are very revealing in terms of actual
flesh. She just wears clothing that accentuated both her butt and her
breasts. If you can't guess, I am quite fond of a nice little ass and nice
tits. Oh, and did I mention that she is only 12 years old. And that I am
34 years old.
Just from looking at her when she and I would talk, I would guess that
she is around 4'7" and weighed approximately 115 pounds, although that
would just be a shot in the dark. She has gorgeous long black hair and
green eyes.
She seems like such a lonely girl though. I would always see her
sitting outside on her porch with her head resting in her hands. About a
week after they moved in I went over and introduced myself to them.
"Hi, I'm Tom. Tom Johnson... I'm your neighbor and I live across the
street," I said as I pointed to my house.
"Hello, I'm Elizabeth. And this here is my daughter, Brittany." She put
her hand on the girls head and guided her next to her.
I smiled at the girl and she smiled back but then returned to her
position behind her mother. She has the most incredible smile. Elizabeth
and I made small talk before I returned home.
Over the next several months I had them both over for dinner several
times. I never intended to have a relationship with the mother, nor did
she. I had immediately made it clear that the dinner was just me being
courteous and friendly. She understood. Apparently, she had no interest
in men. Literally, she had NO interest in men. Yep, that's right. She
was a lesbian. Not that there's anything wrong with that. She explained
that her first boyfriend had gotten her pregnant and Brittany never did
have a father. The boy wanted nothing to do with her. Elizabeth never
dated another boy after that. Of course that's not why she became a
lesbian. She just wasn't sure. She was only 15 years old when she got
pregnant and that was 12 years ago. All of her friends at the time were
teasing her about never having a boyfriend and being chaste. She didn't
want to but she gave in to the peer pressure.
I learned from Elizabeth about her life and her job. She was a real
estate agent. She only went into the office when Brittany is in school.
Her employer allowed her to work from home during the school breaks. She
scheduled all her showing of houses for Saturdays and Sundays so she had to
hire a babysitter those two days but otherwise she was able to effectively
stay at home during the week with her daughter. We had something in
common. Both of us worked unconventional schedules.
I worked the night shift as a security guard for a wealthy private gated
community. I made a relatively descent salary. Not a lot, but more than
most security guard jobs out there. I had to be to work Monday through
Friday from 7pm to 4am. Then I would sleep until about noon.
We had a nice conversation and even Brittany started to open up to me.
In fact, when I would be out in my yard working, she would come over and
talk to me. She would also come over and sit on a chair on the porch if I
was just sitting outside. She began coming over more and more which didn't
seem to bother her mother. Elizabeth even began asking if I could keep
Brittany at my house for two hour periods of time. It would be when her
'girlfriend' came over. Elizabeth explained how hard it was to get any
alone time and it was nearly impossible to develop any relationships with
women while being a single mother. She had no relatives who lived close
that could watch her daughter while she went on `dates'.
During these times that the little girl would come over, she and I would
watch a movie from my large assortment of DVD and video tapes. Sometimes
when I would be mowing my lawn on the riding lawn mower, I would let
Brittany sit in front of me and ride along. She really loved "helping" me
mow the lawn. Also, she was ecstatic that I had a pool. During the summer
months, she would never come over without bringing her 2 piece bikini with
her. It had a yellow top and bottom but the thing I loved the most was her
legs. It must have been her favorite. That was the one she brought over
most often.
She had really nice legs. Sometimes after we swam we would go inside
and watch television. I would always sit in a recliner and she loved
sitting on the armrest/my leg as we found a program that looked
interesting. I absolutely loved that time with her. While sitting there, I
would gently caress her legs and she would run her hands through the hair
on my chest.
One time before she left, she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was very
perplexed at what it meant. I was already falling in love with her but I
had never intended for her to find out or for it to progress any farther.
I'm not stupid after all, she was only 12. Several questions went through
my mind. Was it even possible for a little girl to fall in love with
someone who was 34 years old? Another time she told me she loved me and
gave me a full kiss on the lips. Before I could say or do anything she was
out the door and running home. She would always look shy when she returned
the next time. Possibly afraid of what I might say. I never said anything
and she kept doing the same thing before she would leave. I absolutely
loved to hear Brittany talk. She had such a cute voice, she sounded very
much like a little girl. Her voice makes her sound much younger than she
really is.
Then one day, while sitting together in the recliner, she flat out asked
me, "Tom, do you love me?"
"I really like you".
"But do you love me? I love you."
"Yes, you probably do love me, like an uncle or a relative."
"NO," she said emphatically. "I REALLY DO LOVE YOU LIKE A BOYFRIEND."
"Brittany, you are only 12...I'm really not trying to treat you like a
kid, but you don't have any experience to base your opinion about whether
you love me or not, do you?"
"Well no, but I know that I hate leaving you every day and I think about
you all the time when you aren't around me."
"Brit, I'm not going to lie to you. I do love you". I paused as I
looked at the smile that had spread across her face. I then continued,
"But only as a friend."
Immediately, her smile turned to a frown and I could see tears begin to
form in her eyes. I put my arm around her and pulled her head to rest on
my shoulder. I felt bad that I couldn't reveal my true feelings towards
her but really, how could I.
"Don't cry, baby," I said as I moved my hand to her legs and began
rubbing them. "I will always be your friend and you can always come over
to talk or watch movies with me."
"But...I really do love you Tom. But not just as a friend."
"Brit, you are only 12 years old and I am 34 years old. What if I told
you that I did love you, as a man loves a woman? What do you think that
would mean? What good would it serve me by revealing such a thing? If I
really did love you in that way, and your mom found out, she would keep you
from coming over to see me. That would be devastating to me. But in this
world, it is wrong for an adult to love a minor in anything other than a
platonic caring friend or relative kind of way."
"Tom, I won't let her find out about us though."
"But what is the point, would we make love?" I paused. "Of course not,
because doing so would really get me into deep shit if it was discovered."
"And why can't we? Isn't that what people who love each other do
together?"
"You mean you want to make love? Do you even know what sex is?"
"Well no, I mean I know what a guy is supposed to do and I might not be
ready. But we can go slowly and you can teach me."
"You should be experimenting and falling in love with boys your own age.
I am old enough to be your father."
"I don't care. Besides why would I want someone my age. I hear from
people at school how the boys close to my age only want sex. And when they
get it, they only care about themselves or they don't talk to the girl
after they get what they want."
She moved her hand to my cheek and started to rub her hand back and
forth. "I do love you Tom. I really do. You want to' know a secret?",
she ask me.
"What?".
"I rub myself down here," she says while pointing to her pussy. She
continued, "And I think about you while I do."
I instantly got an erection that was clearly noticeable through my
shorts. She smiles as she puts her hand on the bulge and gently squeezes
as she says, "I guess you really do love me, don't you?"
" Uh ..well ...Uh..", I stumble with my words. She continues giggling
and smiling.
I don't know how to respond, but before I can, she ask "Can I see your
penis? ...I've never seen a boys' penis before". It was really cute how
she referred to a "boys' penis".
Believe me, I really do know I shouldn't but I am so incredibly turned
on by what is happening that I can hardly think. I know everyone says that
but from a guys point of view, I don't think a guy could be expected to
rationally refuse anyone who asks such a question. Now don't get me wrong,
it's not at all like she said, "will you fuck me?". A male of any age is
capable of refusing but what was the real harm in letting her see my cock.
"I really don't think I should, it would be illegal and I could get into
lots of trouble. Also, I don't want to hurt you."
"I won't tell anyone... Pleeeaaassseee?" she replies as she tilts her
head and bats those eyes at me. "How will it hurt me to see what your
penis looks like?"
I really couldn't see what harm their would be even though society says
it is very wrong. I wouldn't be forcing her to do anything. Perhaps it
was delusional thinking on my part or maybe I just let my dick do my
thinking for me but in all honesty, I did not see how she could be hurt by
seeing a man's dick. After thinking for about half a minute, I finally
replied, "Ok, you stand up and I will take off my shorts." I stand up and
slowly slide them down my legs and set them next to the chair before
sitting down again. She kneels down before me and moves her head closer to
my dick. She leans in and begins to look at it from every angle.
"Why is it so big?", she ask kneeling on the floor between my legs. Her
comment made me feel like a million dollars because I am very self
conscious of my "endowment". You see, I am smaller than average, about 5"
long and only ¾" in diameter.
"Has your mom told you anything about sex?"
"No. I think she hopes that I turn out to be like her. She seems to
really hate men."
"Have you taken sex education in school?"
"No. Momma won't let me because of how they don't talk about gay people
and gay sex."
"Ok... well, a male penis becomes `big', as you say or hard or erect
when it gets stimulated sexually."
"So what made yours get so big?", she asks.
"Well, hearing you say that you rub your pussy made me become hard or
aroused. Also, you sitting here in your swimsuit. In other words, it
really turned me on." She giggled almost uncontrollably when I said the
word pussy.
I finally suggest to her, "why don't you touch it?" I felt bad to
actually ask her to touch it for me.
She looks up at me with wide eyes as she responds, "Really! I can touch
it!"
"Sure, just be gentle." She immediately began to touch the tip with her
finger on the head and moved her finger, actually tracing the shaft from
the tip to the base, over and over again. Then she wraps her hand around
it and gives it a slight squeeze.
"It's so hard!", she said excitedly.
I suppose it was only natural for her to wrap her small soft hands
around my cock, but I still expected to have to suggest that she do it. In
a way, I'm glad I didn't suggest it because I was and am overly concerned
about the possibility of being manipulative towards her. As much as I
wanted her to touch me and feel my penis, I still felt incredibly guilty
because in my heart, I knew what I was doing was very inappropriate.
She slowly started to slide her hand up and down on my dick.
"That feels really nice Baby", I said. "and as much as I like what you
are doing, I really don't want you to feel you have to do this."
"Silly, I like doing it...Will it get small or does it stay hard like
this?"
"It will get small if you keep doing that, but you have to do it
faster." She started sliding her hand up and down my shaft faster and
faster.
"Brit, stop for a minute."
She looked in my eyes and said, "What? Am I hurting you?"
"Oh no, definitely not, but I should explain something first. In order
for my penis to become small, a man has to `cum'. What this means is that
a gooey white thick liquid comes out of his dick." She giggled when I said
the word dick. "This stuff is also called sperm or semen and it is what
gets a woman pregnant."
"But I really don't want to make a mess so could you do me a favor?"
"What?" She asked eagerly.
"Well, I don't want to make a mess...would you mind taking the bottoms
of your swimsuit off and then when I am about to come, I can come into
them?"
She hesitated for several second, and then said, "But you would see my
private parts!"
"You mean pussy, yes, and I won't deny that I would love to see your
pussy."
"But I don't look like a woman...I've seen my mom naked and I don't have
hair down their like she does."
I put my hand on her cheek and caressed her face. "Do you think that I
care? Some men actually prefer women who don't have hair down there."
"You really mean it?"
"Yep, and some women even shave their pussy hair off or at least trim it
so they have very little hair there."
She thought for just a second more and then said, "Ok. But don't laugh.
Promise me?"
"I promise I won't laugh."
She slid her bottoms down her beautiful legs and handed them to me. I
lifted them to my face and smelled them. Oh, did they ever smell good. I
lowed them to my dick and wrapped them around it and slowly rubbed them all
over my cock as I stared at her cunny.
"You look absolutely beautiful."
She smiled and looked away. Obviously, she was very shy about a man
seeing her naked from the waist down. "You're just saying that."
"No, Brit......I really mean it."
She looked back and watched me with her swimsuit wrapped around my cock.
"Just a second," she said.
Quickly she dashed down the hallway and within 5 seconds was coming back
with something in her hand. I looked and noticed it was her pink panties.
"Here, use these instead....When I go home I don't want mommy to see a
stain or anything on my swimsuit." She handed me her panties and I took
them as she took the bottoms of her swimsuit. This girl is very smart.
She bent over and began to put on the swimsuit before I stopped her.
"Would you please leave them off for awhile?" Her smile got even bigger as
she dropped them to the floor. I stared at that beautiful little pussy.
It had very light hair, barely any at all. It was so lovely.
As I looked at her, I asked, "Would you like to rub my cock to get me to
cum or do you want me to?"
"Let me, please."
She took the panties and wrapped them around my penis. I interrupted,
"you can just use your bare hand and when I am about to come, I will tell
you, then put the panties around my dick and continue moving them up and
down."
"Ok."
I looked down at her as she wrapped her little fingers around my cock
and began lightly to stroke my penis. She needed to be shown how much
pressure to put on my cock so I put my hands over hers and gently squeezed
her fingers just a little tighter around my cock. Slowly she began to jack
me off and then she started to move her hand faster.
"Oh yes, baby. That feels so good." I looked down to see a big grin on
her face as she continued to jack me off.
"Oh god baby, you are doing a wonderful job. Faster, baby, faster." I
watched her as she began jacking me off faster and faster.
"Don't stop baby, oh yes, baby...I'm cummminnngg..." I felt her panties
being placed around my dick as she continued pumping up and down. I
started cumming into her panties. I leaned my head back and closed my
eyes. I felt as she removed the panties from my cock. When I opened my
eyes, I see her inspecting my cock closely. She reached out and ran her
finger over my balls.
"It is so small'. She then looked up towards the door in the kitchen.
"I better get going," she said with a sad tone in her voice. I listened
carefully and could hear a faint sound, "Brittany". It was her mom calling
her.
I looked back at her and see her pulling her panties on. She had a
weird expression. She opened her mouth and made a face and then she said,
"Oooh, It's all wet and gooey." She smiled as she became used to the
feeling.
I smiled back at her and said, "Come here." She stood between my legs
with just her panties on and I leaned forward and put my hands on her ass
and pulled her up on me, with her lying against my body. I put my lips
against hers and gave her the most amazing kiss I have ever given. She
kissed back with equal passion.
I kept squeezing her ass cheeks as I whispered to her, "Thank you so
very much for doing this with me. I have never had a better cum from a
handjob in my life. I hope we can do this again. I just hope you don't
feel bad about what you did with me and tell your mom"
"I don't and I won't. I promise and I will be back to see you
tomorrow," she said.
She kissed me again and got off and pulled her pants on as she gathered
up her swimsuit before leaving. I was very disappointed to see her leave,
but I knew that this was just the beginning. At least that's what my
desire was. I won't be dishonest; I was very worried that she would tell
her mother what happened even though she swore that she wouldn't. I just
hoped she felt the same feelings about what happened as I did.
.
END OF PART 1
PART 2
I was eagerly waiting for the next day to come so that I could see
Brittany. But I was totally disappointed when she didn't. The night came
and the following day came and went with no sight of the beautiful girl. I
would look out the window and never see her mothers' vehicle or any sight
of either of them. I started to drink some Tequila after the second day
without her around. The only thing I could think was that she had told her
mother about what happened between us and she was keeping her from coming
over.
Was it rational to think such things? Brittany really didn't seem to
have as much a problem with jacking me off, at least, not nearly as much as
I apparently was having with myself. During the next five days, I drank a
half-liter of tequila each day. This of course was over a three to four
hour period. I would then fall asleep. Alcohol of any kind seemed to put
me to sleep very easy.
After the third day, I stopped looking for her outside and just sat in
the house listening to REM's song, Everybody Hurts. I listened to it over
and over again while agonizing over what the consequences of Brittany
playing with my cock.
It was the following Tuesday, exactly one week after the first encounter
between her and I, when I heard a knock on the door. I truly believed that
it would be the police but was very surprised when I see her standing
there.
As soon as I opened the door, she rushed up to me and threw her arms
around me. I began to back up and closed the door. She puckered her lips
and looked up at me, clearly waiting for me to kiss her. I didn't.
"What's wrong Tom?", she asked. She removed her arms from around me and
took a step backwards.
"What are you doing here?" I had a scowl on my face. I looked up at the
clock. It was 2:45pm.
"What's wrong? I've missed you so much the past week?"
"I thought you were going to come over the next day after what happened
between us?"
She replied, "I'm very sorry but I couldn't. My grandma is ill and we
had to go take care of her while grandpa was out of town...." She paused.
"I really didn't want to go but mom made me."
I looked down at her in her tight blue jeans and a tight shirt. She
looked so damn sexy. I know, she was only twelve but she looked awfully
good. After hearing her explain the trip, my fears immediately diminished.
I felt her hand grab mine and she guided me into the living room and led me
to the recliner. Then she hopped up on my lap and leaned over to my face
and we kissed passionately, like lovers do.
"Did you miss me?"
"Every day baby.. I thought maybe you had told your mom about what
happened and she was keeping you away...In fact, I jacked off several times
each day thinking of you."
She grinned at my words, then said, "I told you I would never tell...and
I won't. Promise".
I suddenly felt her hand on my bare cock. She had slid her hands down
my shorts and was caressing my dick.
"You really don't have to do that, baby?"
"But I want to...I do....besides I had to leave quickly the last
time...I never actually got to see what cum looks like."
She slid off me and stood up as she started to remove her shoes and
socks, followed by her pants. Then off came her panties. She tossed them
in a pile a few feet away. She then paused for a moment and then said,
"Would you like to see these?" She moved a hand to each breasts and
squeezed them.
"I would love to see your tits." She then removed her shirt and bra and
tossed them onto the rest of her clothes. I couldn't help but stare at her
breasts.
She just stood their looking at the floor as she spoke, "I know they
aren't very big and you probably don't like them."
I leaned forward and took her hands in both of mine and said, "Brittany,
they are absolutely lovely...Not everyone cares about huge tits and to be
honest, for your age they are a very nice size." I bent my head down and
kissed one boob and then the other.
That gorgeous smile returned. I could only imagine how self conscious a
young girl can be about her body. Everyone thinks of boys as being tough
and macho but even boys can worry about what their body looks like when
exposed to others.
Since she was totally naked, I felt the need to join her. I stood up.
Damn liquor. I had quite a buzz going and fell back into the seat before
once again standing up. She laughed at me not being able to initially
stand up right. I slid both my pants and boxers off in the same movement,
then tossed them on top of the pile of clothes. Continuing on, I removed
my shirt and flung it on top of the pile. So there we were, both standing
totally naked in front of each other. We both looked up and down one
anothers bodies and smiled to each other. My dick was only semi erect at
this point.
I finally broke the awkward silence, "So you wanted to see what cum
looks like?"
"YES...PLEASE....," she said in a very excited voice.
"Would you let me titty fuck you?"
"What do you mean?" She tilted her head with a very puzzled look on her
face.
I explained it to her. "I will straddle you and put my cock between
your boobs. I will then gently push your boobs together against my dick
and start making fucking motions... You do know what fucking is?"
"Not really."
"Well, I will move my penis back and forth between your boobs. When I
am about to come, I will stop and cum all over your tits....ok?"
"ok," she replied as she started to get down on the floor before I
stopped her.
I sat down on the recliner and said, "I'm not totally hard yet, so why
don't you sit on my lap and show me how you rub yourself?"
She got up and jumped onto my lap. She was lying across my body.
Slowly she moved her hand to her pussy and started to rub herself. My cock
was touching her naked hips. She gently rubbed her pussy slit up and down.
She wasn't actually fingering herself, she was just lightly rubbing
herself. I began to lightly stroke my cock while watching her. Reaching a
hand out, I softly touched her boob and lightly squeezed it. Before I knew
it I was caressing her boob and legs and she was rubbing my dick with one
hand and touching herself with her other.
"What do you feel when you do that?" I asked pointing to her pussy.
"It feels good...After I do it enough I get a tingly sensation down
there...and it feels very nice."
"You probably have an orgasm."
"Orgasm? What's an orgasm?"
"Well, for a guy, when he comes he has an orgasm. For a girl, well,
it's just when you feel really good in you pussy...sometimes it tingles,
sometimes more..." I paused.
"Truthfully, I don't really know...I'm not exactly a girl." She giggled
out loud at that comment. "Hey look, I think my cock is hard enough."
I helped her off me and the chair while I stared at her cute ass. She
walked over to the middle of the room and lied down on the floor as she
positioned herself so she was on her back. Slowly, I got down on all fours
and crawled towards her. As I approached her legs, I raised myself so I
was only on my knees and reached for her foot. I raised it up to my mouth
and began massaging her foot. She had such soft skin. Everything about
her seemed perfect. Her feet, her legs, her stomach. I softly kissed the
sole of her foot before planting kisses on each toe. I started running my
finger over the bottom of her foot and she began giggling.
"Stop it. It tickles." I continued for a few more seconds before
sucking on each of her toes, one by one. Then I began kissing her ankle
and slowly moved up the inside of her leg, kissing every inch on my way up
to her stomach. I skipped her pussy, that hopefully would happen later. I
kissed her stomach and each breasts, followed by her lips, nose and
forehead. Then I brought my lower body up so that each of my legs was next
to her chest. I placed my cock between her tits and put my hands on the
outside of her breasts. I very gently pushed them together engulfing my
cock between them. I looked down at her and see her head tilted down
towards my cock, enthusiastically watching what was happening. I began
gradually pushing my cock from the bottom of her boobs up towards her face.
"Oh, Brit...I have so wanted to do this with you since the first time I
noticed your boobs through your shirt." She glanced up and smiled before
returning her gaze to my cock moving between her tits. The smile
disappeared as she got a much more serious look on that angelic face. She
looked like she was entirely concentrating on what was happening between
her tits. I began to pick up momentum. Fast. Faster. Faster still.
"Your fucking my tits, aren't you?" That was the first time I had ever
heard her say `fuck'. There was just something about her uttering such a
`dirty' word that really turned me on. It most likely had to do with
knowing that she was such a good little girl. Would people who knew what
she was doing think she was so good now. I knew the truth: no matter what
language she used, it didn't mean she wasn't a good girl.
"Yes sweetie, I am fucking your tits and it feels absolutely wonderful,"
I replied. "But I want to hear you tell me to fuck your tits and that you
want me to cum on them."
"Oh yes, tom, I want you to cum...Fuck my tits tom...Show me your
cum..."
"God, baby, yes," I said as I was thrusting my cock between her small
boobs, furiously going back and forth. "Oh yes, Brit...I'm going to cum on
your beautiful titties." She reached her hands out and grabbed my waist and
ran her hands up and down.
I jerked my body up and quickly reached for my cock. I frantically
pumped my fist up and down. "Baby, I'm cuuumminggggg." I backed up
slightly as I pointed my cock at one breast and came. I moved it from one
breasts to the other, while continuing to jack off. I wouldn't be
satisfied until all my cum was out of my cock. As the last strand of cum
was hanging from the end of my dick, I wiped it all over her stomach.
"Oooh...This is disgusting." I looked up at her and saw her with a
finger in front of her face. She had scooped up just a little on her
finger and was examining it closely.
"Oh, it's not that disgusting baby, look". She looked at me. I put my
hands over her boobs and rubbed my cum all over her tits and stomach. We
smiled at each other and then she rubbed the little bit of cum on her
finger, on her neck.
I rolled myself off her and lay next to her. As I lay their on my side,
my arm underneath my head, she duplicated my position except she was facing
me. I used my free hand and ran my hand through her dark hair. She
reached her hand over and gently ran her hands over my hips as she looked
into my eyes. She spoke in almost a whisper, "I love you." She leaned to
me and kissed me firmly on my lips.
"I love you too Brit". I hesitated for about a minute before
continuing. "I want to tell you something that nobody knows." She didn't
say anything. She just looked lovingly into my eyes. "Brittany, you know
how old I am."
"Yeah," she said.
"Well, I have never dated a woman in my entire 34 years."
"Your kidding, right?"
"No, I'm dead serious...you see I used to be really shy growing up...Oh
sure, I had friends when I was 8 or 9 years old, but when I entered Junior
High, everything changed. Either the friends I had moved away or they
didn't talk to me anymore...it didn't help that I was fat up until about 5
years ago".
"I'm sorry Tom....but I don't have many friends either... In fact, I
don't have any friends; I don't get along well with people my age."
I smiled and responded, "Brittany, No matter what you do in life, please
make some friends your own age. I have gone through my entire life without
the social skills necessary to make friends, which also led me into never
asking a girl out. I was and am still terrified of being rejected." She
moved her hand and wiped a tear from my face.
"Your crying?"
"I'm sorry but I never liked my life and it was never worthwhile until I
met you."
I closed my eyes and felt something on my cheek. The angel had planted
a kiss where my tears were. She appeared to know exactly how to make me
feel better. She had more empathy in her little 12 year old body than many
adults acquire over an entire lifetime. I just couldn't believe how much I
loved her in such a short time of knowing her.
"You have brought me such pleasure, I would love to do the same for you.
If it is okay with you, I would love to take you into my bedroom and do
something with you that I hope, will feel much better than when you rub
yourself? I promise it won't hurt you." She looked at me in wonderment and
fascination. It was as if she were thinking about what I could do to bring
her that much pleasure.
She kissed me once again and then said, "I would love to. I trust you
and I know you would never do anything to cause me pain."
We both arose to our feet. I put one arm behind her back and the other
behind her knees and picked her up. We made our way down the hall with me
carrying her as a newlywed carries his bride into their home. I carefully
set her down on the King size waterbed and guided her so that she lay
across the bed. I went to the side of the bed and pulled her legs to drape
them over my shoulder. She was in the perfect position, with her little
slit just inches from my face at the edge of the bed. I lowered my head
and spoke:
"I really hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed what you did for me."
I started to caress her leg as I lowered my mouth to her beautiful nearly
bald pussy. It was a beautiful little mound. However, it was barely
noticeable. I opened my mouth and started to lick the outside of her
pussy.
"That feels funny."
"Just be patient, it should feel really good in a little bit."
She tasted so wonderful. I kept working my tongue on the outside for
several minutes. I slid my free hand up near her little cunny and gently
worked my thumb inside ever so carefully. I didn't want to hurt her at
all. I very slowly spread her pussy lips apart just a small distance. Then
I worked my tongue inside but just the tip.
"Oh, that feels good," she said softly. I spread her little lips open
ever so slightly more to get more of my tongue inside her beautiful body.
As I worked my tong up and down, I continued to touch her legs. Then I
kept my tongue right in the center of her pussy and flicked my tongue up
and down but just the tip. My tongue remained centered around her sex. I
moved my mouth ever so closer as I flicked my tongue faster and faster.
"Oh god... it feels so good....."
I continued working my tongue. I was extremely pleased that she seemed
to be enjoying herself. I glanced up without removing my tongue and
noticed that she was squeezing her breasts.
"Oh jesus....what's happening to me..... oh gooooddddd....it is so
good......" I could feel that she was lifting her butt off the bed and
pushing her pussy towards me.
"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god." She said those words panting, in very short
rapid succession.
I paused and asked, "Do you want me to stop?" She was trying to thrust
her pussy at me and reaching down to grab my head.
"Oh god, no.. keep doing it...please". I immediately returned to
licking her pussy. "Oh god Tom, It feels so good....."
I continued licking her for several minutes, alternating between slowly
moving my tongue and quickly flicking the tip up and down. She continued
to pant short quick breaths. It was as if she were trying to catch her
breath. Suddenly, I felt her legs tense as she squeezed my head between
them. She had my head firmly in a scissor grip. Just as quickly as her
legs tensed up, she relaxed them and let them fall back over my shoulders.
I lifted her legs and rose to my feet. I jumped onto the bed next to her
and we just lay there, our naked bodies touching.
"I have never felt anything like that before...it was great."
"That my dear Brittany, that was an orgasm you just experienced and it
brings me such happiness knowing that you enjoyed it."
"I did. I reaalllyy did."
We just lay there together, kissing, touching and fondling each other
for the next hour.
END OF PART 2
PART 3
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Oh shit." I reach over to hit the off button on the alarm clock as I
glance at the time. 6pm.
"I need to get ready for work," I said as I look over next to me for
Brittany to find that she was gone. I wonder how long she had been gone
for. Sitting up on the bed, I drag my naked body into the bathroom. I
took a ten minute shower, dress and grab a bite to eat. Then off to work I
go.
As I drive to my job, I see kids outside. It was still light out.
Usually, it doesn't get dark until between 8:30 and 9pm. I would always
see kids out until nine playing and running around. Never have I given
much thought of the kids in the neighborhood until now. With what is
occurring between Brittany and l, I can't help but think about what has
happened and what I hope the future will be like. This is especially true
when I pass a girl or between 11 and 15. As I notice the 11 year olds, I
look and think about how much they look like 15 or 16. At the same time,
the 15 year olds could easily be mistaken for being in their 20's.
I arrive at work, do my shift, and then return home. I am so looking
forward to sleep. I want so much to have beautiful dreams of my love. But
alas, no dreams come. That isn't unusual. I very rarely have dreams.
I awake to something fluttering against my cheek. Looking out of the
corner of my eyes, I see my dream girl giving my cheek a butterfly kiss.
"Hey there, sleepyhead, wake up."
"Hey baby." I turn my head towards her and we kiss on the lips. I see
that she has already joined me in bed under the covers. I feel her hands
gradually rubbing my chest hair. I also feel a hand touching my cock.
"I see you are ready for me," she asked.
"I always sleep in the nude, but I am always ready for you."
As I said that, guilt quickly returned. I just can't seem to get over
the angst and shame that I feel. I know. From my limited experiences with
her, she seems to accept our relationship and if I know her like I think I
do, she would tell me that what we our doing with each other is not wicked
or deranged. I just don't know how to become accepting of it. Part of my
unhappiness was due to us seemingly getting naked every single time we see
each other. Is she doing it only to please me? Does she actually enjoy
what we are doing together? Is their really any way to know the truth?
The only thing I can do is try to push it to the back of my mind. I do
know that even if I wanted to, I could not stop it now. With all the over
thinking and over analyzing, I never noticed that my hand had begun
caressing her boobs and stomach. My penis was fully erect from her
stroking it.
We continued to kiss and touch each other when I spoke; "I so want very
much to make love to you!" That was a statement, not a question.
A sad look came over her face, "I'm scared." I can tell from looking at
her that she is going to cry.
"oh, no baby, I didn't want to scare you ...I didn't mean now. I just
meant eventually I want us to make love but not until you are 100 percent
ready."
"But...you will..." She stopped.
"I will what?"
"You will leave me if I don't make love with you."
"No I won't...what makes you think that?"
"I've heard that guys dump girls who don't have sex with them...and I
don't want us to not see each other again...and I don't want to you hate me
or be mad at me for not having sex with you."
"I will never leave you if I have any choice in the matter and I could
never hate you for not doing anything you don't want to. You control
everything. If there is ever something I do or try to do and you don't
want to do it. Just tell me, please. Yes, boys do dump girls for not
having sex. Usually thought, it is immature teenagers or uncaring boys in
their 20s. They have only one focus, and that is sex. It should be on
pleasing and caring about the girl they are with." As I said these words, I
rub my hand over her face, wiping away the tears that were on her cheeks.
"Ok, thanks for talking to me about it." She stares into my eyes as she
looks so much happier now that she knows I won't leave her. It's the truth
but I just hope that eased the fears she is having. I could care less if I
ever get to `fuck' her. God, it sounds so dirty. I don't want to fuck her
and I don't want to make love to her. I want us to make love to each
other.
She turns over to face away from me and I change my position so that my
body is up against hers. My cock slides between her legs. .I run my
fingers through her hair as I slide my other hand under her body. I wrap
my arm around her waist to keep her as close against my own body as
possible. I kiss her shoulder blades very delicately.
Slowly I begin sliding down towards the foot of the bed, planting kisses
on her back as I go. I reach her butt and kiss her ass cheeks. I lower my
head slightly and lightly lick from the top of her crack all the way down.
I tenderly place my hand onto her butt cheek and spread it apart.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to lick your asshole, if that is ok with you?" I asked.
"Lick my asshole? People actually do that sort of thing?"
I can tell from the tone in her voice that she has never thought of such
a thing before. I reply, "Yep, people do it all the time. It won't hurt
you..." I paused expecting that she would say something else. She didn't
so I continued, "Would you let me lick your butt hole?"
"If you want, I guess so."
"Thank you." I begin the actions on her asshole with my tongue. I
gently lick all around her hole and try to get me tongue into her butt. My
face is buried between the crack.
"That feels funny."
I kept working the tip of my tongue up and down, from side to side. I
make circular motions around her puckered ass.
"Oh, that feels good..." It brought me so much joy to know that she was
enjoying the sensations. She continued, "Oh yes, Tom...I like it a lot."
I removed my head and was still as I looked at her body. I see that her
hand is in the front of her so I assume she must be playing with her pussy.
"Don't stop."
Immediately I do as she requests. I quickly pick up where I had left
off. I can feel that she is pushing her ass back at my face. Whether that
is a result of her rubbing herself or if she is actually pushing her ass at
my face is unknown. Who the hell cares anyway? I don't.
"Oh god...yes...it is sooooooooo gooooodddddd...lick my ass Tom. I love
it."
Several minutes pass before I feel her hand pushing at my head. "You
can stop now." In my preoccupation with her ass, I failed to notice that
she had brought herself off. Or that I had brought her off. I was totally
unaware which it was. Maybe it was a combination.
I rolled her onto her back and crawled up next to her. As I leaned in
to give her a kiss, she held her hands out and said, "NO." She was very
emphatic that I was not to kiss her.
"Why?"
"Oh, I don't know...maybe because.... YOU JUST HAD YOUR TONGUE UP MY
BUTT." She said that in a joking yet serious way. She spoke part of her
words in a loud tone. However, it lacked any hint of anger.
She scooted toward the edge of the bed and sat up. "I'll be back in a
second."
I watched her cute little ass as she walked into the bathroom.
"Hey Tom, come here." I have visions of us taking a shower together. I
imagine us entwined with our legs wrapped around the others body. As I
casually stroll into the bathroom to join her, I expect great pleasure.
But in her hand she has a bar of soap.
"What's that for?" I stupidly ask.
"What do you think silly? It's for you to wash your mouth out."
"What? Are you serious?"
"Oh yes. Very."
I just stood their like a deer in the headlights.
She continued, "If you want to kiss me again, I want you to have a clean
mouth. After all, your mouth and tongue were in my ass."
I remained still. She grabs my hand and places it with my palms up.
She sets the bar of soap in my hand but I continue to just stand their like
a dummy.
"Ok Tom. You don't have to do this..." She grabs the bar of soap from
my open hand and puts it on the counter by the sink. "Close your eyes and
open your mouth. I want to show you something with my tongue."
Mesmerized by her beauty and not really taking her seriously about the
washing of my mouth with soap, I do as she asks. Suddenly I feel and taste
what's in my mouth. It most definitely is not I tongue. Soap. Damn soap.
I spit the bar across the small room into the shower. I can only picture
the look that I must have on my face. In a hurried movement, I lower my
head to the sink and turn on the water. I take a long drink of water in my
mouth and swirl it around before spitting into the bowl of the sink. I
repeat it several more times before looking at her in disbelief. She is
busting a gut. I shake my head while playfully pointing a finger at her. I
walk towards her and grab her around the waist and in one swift fluid
motion; I twirl and lift her up. I sit her down on the edge of the sink. I
passionately kiss her. I can feel that she has opened her mouth ever so
slightly. I do the same. Now I feel the wetness that is her tongue
probing my mouth for my tongue. Our eyes are locked on each others as we
tongue kiss. She broke the kiss.
"Why is it that you bring me such pleasure by licking me but the only
pleasure I can bring to you is by stroking your penis?" She asked me with a
quizzical look on her face.
"What do you mean?"
"I've heard that guys like it when a girl sucks their dicks."
"Yes guys do like that, most guys love it."
"Then why haven't you asked me to do that for you?"
"I have no reason. I just don't want you to." I know I was lying to her
but I can't tell her the truth. In my dreams, I would love for her to but
in my waking hours, I was severely repulsed by the idea of my angel doing
something so dirty, so filthy. In many ways I want to keep her pure and
for her to remain a good girl. Oh sure, I know that I was eating her out
and stuff, but in my mind that was acceptable because I was bringing
pleasure to her. I rationalized that as long as she was enjoying the
sensations, it was not degrading to her.
"But don't you like having your cock sucked."
"I've never experienced it before but I am sure that I would love the
feeling of having it done."
"Then let me do it for you...I don't mind."
"NO.... I will never let that happen between you and I."
"But why won't you let me?"
"I don't have to explain it to you. All that you need to know is that I
will never let it happen. NEVER."
"But I want..." Before she can even finish the sentence, I turn and
leave the room. I go into the office across the hall from mine and close
the door. Click. I lock the door behind me. I go to the stereo and put
in a compact disc as I turn up the volume. I hear light knocking sounds at
the door but I ignore them. Even with the stereo up I can still faintly
hear the front door slam shut.
How could I explain to her my feelings for her? And why I didn't want
her to suck my dick? I truly don't believe I had a real good reason not
to. My mind kept thinking of how repulsive it was. I wouldn't feel the
same way if it were an adult women, of that I am sure of. But she was just
a child. She shouldn't even witness such things. Then again, society also
says that bringing pleasure and joy to someone under the age of 18 is
immoral and not to be tolerated.
I hate having the encounter end in such an unresolved state. When we
are together, I experience nothing but total bliss and contentment. When
alone, I stew in my own self imposed personal hell. Was I evil? Was I
hurting her? I could not live with myself if I believed that I was causing
emotional or physical pain to such a young girl.
I shut off the music and go back to my bedroom. As I lay down on the
bed, I very quickly drift off to sleep. Once again no dreams came although
I still had a very peaceful nap. I awoke in the late afternoon, ate,
showered, and watched a little television before heading off to work.
Brittany was the only thing I ever seemed to think about anymore.
END OF PART 3
PART 4
All night I wondered if Brittany would return after my behavior the
previous day. I woke up at about eleven in the morning. She had let
herself in and was lying nude next to me.
"How long have you been here?" I questioned.
"I don't know. I came over at about 10...I have something to show you
in the living room but you have to close you eyes.."
What does she want to show me? I hope it isn't like the soap in the
mouth from yesterday. I sit up on the edge of the bed as she hops off and
comes to my side. She firmly grabs my hand and leads me to the door before
stopping. "Close your eyes."
I oblige. She is continuing to guide me into the living room. She
pushes me so that I fall backwards into a seat. "Keep your eyes closed and
don't open them until I tell you too. Do you promise?"
"I Promise."
I can feel her soft hands tenderly feeling my balls and stroking my
cock. Clearly she is using both hands. In a very short period of time, I
can feel that my cock has grown to its full five inches. Just as quickly
as she has begun, she stops. I keep my eyes closed as I agreed. Suddenly
I feel a wetness traveling up and down the underside of my shaft and as if
in shock, I open my eyes. I expected that it was Brittany and I would not
allow that. I fully prepared to be furious with her. But what I see is
not Brittany at all. It was a slightly older girl. She looked to be about
14 or 15. I looked to my right and see the love of my life sitting in a
chair about five feet away. She is rubbing herself.
"What is this?"
"This is a girl from school. I know you won't let me suck your dick so
maybe you wouldn't mind someone else doing it." She spoke very softly with
what clearly is disappointment in her voice.
I look down at the girl who never stops working on my cock. She is
licking it all over. She is licking under it, along the sides, and even
the tip. When she looks up at me and smiles, that is the first time I see
that she had taken off her shirt and bra. She is probably about 135
pounds. Yes, she is overweight. She has a chubby face to go along with the
rest of the body. However, she does have large boobs. I am no expert but
I guess that they were a D cup. This compares to my lovers, who are about
a B. I keep tilting my head, alternating between watching her work her
tongue on my cock and trying to see her huge tits. I didn't seem to have
the same repulsion at her using her mouth on my dick as I did at the
thought of Brit. I write it off to the fact that I have a personal
relationship with Brittany, unlike this girl.
Looking over at Brittany, she seemed so sad. I feel really bad for her
but I don't stop this unnamed girl. I couldn't believe that she would be
jealous over this. Brittany was 100 percent more attractive than this
other girl. How could she be jealous? As I look back to the girl, her
head is bobbing up and down on my cock. Oh god, that feels so good. I
close my eyes.
"Oh yes, that feels so good... don't stop baby...suck it..."
She took my entire length easily into her mouth. I put my hands around
the back of her head and helped by pulling her down on my cock.
"Yes baby...suck it ... Suck it good... You suck cock so well." That
was probably a stupid thing to say. Is it a compliment to tell a girl that
she is a good cocksucker? I don't know.
"Oh yes, yes, baby, suck it good." While this girl was sucking me I
occasionally look over towards Brittany. She is looking at me. Her eyes
look red. She was crying. At that moment, I felt horrible. Yet I didn't
stop the girl from sucking me. All that happened was I picture that it was
my girl who was sucking me. At the same time I was disgusted.
"Oh yes baby, suck me... suck me..." I started lifting my ass off the
chair, thrusting it towards her mouth. "Oh baby, yes baby....your going to
make me come....Oh god, I'm gonna' cummmmm...."
I felt my cock begin to twitch. I tried to push her head back. "You
better stop, I'm going to explode,." I quickly said. She didn't stop. She
kept her mouth glued around my cock with my entire dick in her mouth. "I'm
cummmmiiinnnggg.."
I can't believe it. She is actually swallowing my semen. As she tilts
her head back, she leans forward and rubs my dick on her nipples. While
she swallows the remaining sperm in her mouth she smears what little cum is
still on my dick all over her boobs. She lowers her head to an even level
and looks me in the eyes.
"See. It's all gone." Opening her mouth wide, she sticks out her tongue
to show me. She stands and leans towards me and before I can say or do
anything she kisses me on the lips and says, "Thanks." I can taste my own
semen from her lips. I just had to feel those tits. I reach out and
squeeze the nipples of both tits and squeeze the entire boobs before she
turns. She bends over to pick up a shirt and puts it on. In all the
excitement, I actually assumed she would be wearing a bra. I was wrong.
She didn't. Boy did she have a big butt. At least for her age it was big.
I move my eyes to look at Brittany and see her shaking her head from side
to side, in almost unnoticeable movements.
"Thanks Brittany," the girl says before heading to the front door.
Once the door closes I hear my love say, "Fucking slut." I am shocked to
hear her say that.
"Isn't she your friend?"
"Hell no, she is just a girl down the street who has a reputation for
liking to suck cock. But that's all she does. She doesn't think of it as
sex so she will do it with almost everyone. At least that's what I hear."
"Why don't you come over here?" I ask.
She looks at me before saying, "don't want to."
She just sits there. "So ... did you like having her suck your dick?"
"Oh, well... it was ok." I was really downplaying it.
"Ha..ha..ha...yeah, right, I saw how much you fucking enjoyed it. Don't
lie to me" She shook her head in disgust at me. "Now you will probably
want to have her over every day to suck you off and you will never want to
see me again."
At hearing that, I jumped off the chair and dashed over to her. I kneel
down before her and take her hands in mine.
"I don't ever want to hear you say that again. You know that I love you
and I always will. No matter what may happen, you will always be number
one in my heart, mind and body ...In fact; do you know what I was thinking
about while she was sucking me?"
"No, what were you thinking about?"
"I was thinking of you ... That's what I was thinking of ... You..."
"Then why won't you let me do it for you?"
"It's really hard to explain ... I think of it as being very dirty and
I don't want to subject you to doing that."
"It's not dirty ... I want to be able to please you as much as you
please me."
"I will try to get over it...I have an idea ... Get up. " I bend down
and throw her over my shoulder and carry her into my bathroom. I reach
into the shower and turn it on. I find a good temperature and step inside.
I stretch my hand out and ask, "Will you join me?"
She takes my hand and steps inside. As she faces me, I grab the bar of
soap and turn her around. I start to run the bar of soap from one shoulder
to the other and then down her back and up again. I repeat this motion
over and over until soap is lightly covering her back. I then drop to my
knees and apply it to the lower half of her body. It is barely noticeable.
I turn her around and repeat the same motions to the front of her body.
As I start from her neck, to her breasts, to her pussy, and all the way
down to her feet. I then reach for a wash cloth and wipe the soap off her
front and then her backside.
With an uncanny sense of what to do, she does the same for me. She does
it almost in the exact same order. When we finish, I face her and ask her,
"Would you like to suck my cock?"
She smiles. Then it quickly disappears as she looks down. She said,
"It's so small."
"So what, you know how to get it hard again." The smile returns.
She gently but firmly started rubbing it until it was semi erect. Then
she dropped to her knees. I take a few steps back so that I could lean
against the shower wall.
"I hope I do a good job."
"You will, I'm sure of it... just make sure that you don't let your
teeth touch my dick and try to use your tongue too."
She initially starts out in the same way the other girl did only a half
hour ago. She soon switches to taking it into her mouth and kneads my
balls between her fingers while moving her head up and down the shaft.
"Oh that feels good.... Go a little faster..." She moves her head up
and down at a slightly increased rhythm. I keep my hands to the side of my
body. I want her to be able to decide how much she takes and how much she
doesn't. I also won't thrust my cock into her mouth like with the other
girl.
"Oh sweetie, you have an incredible mouth ... don't stop ... it feels
wonderful..." She increased the tempo even more. "Oh god baby...yes...I
love it..." She too was able to take the entire length of my dick in her
mouth. Then I feel something on my ass cheeks. She has moved her hands to
grab a cheek with each hand and she is pulling me towards her as her mouth
moves forward to the base of my cock.
"Oh babies...suck it.... Suck it for me baby ... I want my baby to
make me come ...oh god baby, I'm going to cum." I make no attempt to push
her away or get her to stop. I figured that she would stop when I said I
was coming.
"Oh, yyeeesssss.....I'm cuming...." I feel her finger nails dig into my
ass cheeks so lightly. I now see that she is going to take my sperm into
her mouth. As soon as the first load erupts, she yanks her head off my
dick and spits it onto the floor. I reach down and jack off my cock to
empty all the cum that is left in my dick.
"Oooh....that's gross..." She scrunches up her face in disgust. She
turns back to face me and another load lands squarely on her forehead, nose
and eyes and a little in her hair. She keeps her mouth closed. I lean
forward towards her and smear the string of sperm hanging off the end of my
dick onto her cheek. I reach out of the shower and grab another wash
cloth. I get it soaking with water and drop to my knees in front of her.
Slowly, I wipe my fluids from her face.
"Thank you very much."
"I'm sorry," she responds.
"Why are you sorry?"
"I didn't swallow it like the other girl did."
"Brittany, you did more than many adult women will even do. Many women
won't even let a man cum in their mouth. You gave me an incredible
blowjob?"
"A blowjob?"
"Yep, when someone sucks a guys dick, that is called a blowjob or giving
head."
She was beaming from ear to ear. I guided her to her feet and turned
her so that she was standing at the end of the shower where the water comes
out.
"You better wash you hair, some cum is in there."
I back up and sit on the small ledge and just watch her naked body as
she thoroughly washes her hair. She was an absolutely amazing girl.
We left the shower and lay together on the bed. I lay on my back and
she flings her leg over me so that she is straddling me. She lowers her
chest to rest on mine. I can feel my spent penis touching her little
pussy. I see the waterbed is moving ever so slightly. I look down towards
the foot of the bed and I can see that she is gently sliding her body back
and forth. I feel my penis getting larger from having her pussy caressing
it with her back and forth movements. I don't say a word. I will let her
enjoy herself. She does this for several minutes as her breathing
increases. She then collapses on my body.
We remain that way for several hours, periodically changing positions. I
hate to have to tell her that she has to leave but I must. I need my nap
before heading back to work. As I think of this, another thought also
occurred. What wwill happen in two weeks when she goes back to school? I
need to take a nap at about the same time that she will be getting home
from school. Most likely we will only be able to see each other on the
weekends. I am extremely sad by the idea of not seeing her every day.
"I'm sorry Brittany but you are going to have to leave. I need to take
a nap before work."
"Okay."
She rolled off me and gathered her clothes. She went into the bathroom.
About five minutes later she returned fully dressed.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"I'm looking forward to it." I really am as tomorrow is Friday. After
tonight, I don't have to work again until Sunday evening.
She scampered down the hall and I listen for the door to close. It did.
It is amazing how neither of us ever seemed to tire of being naked and
doing the things we do. I am sure as she gets older she will not want to
participate in the activities which we engage in now. All I can do is live
for the present. I just savor every moment, for as long as it may last.
For the next week I became more and more depressed though. As each day
passed, I kept wondering how I should tell Brittany that our fun may be
coming to an end or will be greatly diminished.
Finally I decided that exactly one week before she returns to school, I
would break the news to her. We had a nice talk and she accepted it with
resignation. We both agreed that we would continue on the weekends. I
strongly urged her again that I wanted to see her make friends with boys
and girls her own age. I explained that most likely our relationship would
end within a few years. It was not what I wanted, but I was a realists. I
know how the life cycle of friendships and relationships go. They all must
come to an end at some point in time. This is a natural result of moving,
new friendships, work or even death.
During those last two weeks before the summer break ended for Brittany,
we were together for at least three to four hours during the week and six
or more hours each day over the weekends.
END OF PART 4
PART 5
I often thought of my love during the week and couldn't wait until the
weekend arrived. But on that Wednesday, after Brittany had returned to
school, I saw a girl who looked very familiar. I know I haven't seen her
before.
"Hey, come here." I waved my hand in the air motioning for her to come
over. She turned around and is riding up my driveway.
"Hi," she says.
"Hi, I was just wondering what your name is?"
"Sara. Sara Rogers."
"Do I know you?"
"Blowjob," she says. Huh? What does she mean?
"What?"
"I gave you a blowjob." No. She never did. The girl who gave me a
blowjob had blonde hair. This girl had black hair.
"I don't think so."
"No, I really did."
She pulls her hair off. It was a wig.
"Oh, yeah... I didn't notice you with the wig on ... but why are you
wearing a wig?"
"Dad won't let me dress this way so while he is at work, I dress the way
I want."
I look over her entire body. She is very gothic looking. All black,
that is what she was wearing. She had on black leather pants, a black
shirt, black wig and even black lipstick, if you can believe it. She looks
totally different than the girl who sucked my dick. She is overweight but
there is something really sexy and kinky about the clothes she is wearing.
Perhaps it makes her look skanky, which is somewhat appealing to me..
"Thanks so much for the blowjob." Boy, did that ever sound stupid.
She looks down at the ground and says, "sure ... whatever."
"Brittany told me that you are known as the blow job queen."
Her mouth dropped open in astonishment. "Really? She actually said
that?"
"Well ... not really ... she just said you were known around the
neighborhood as someone who won't have sex but you will suck dick."
"I guess it's true."
"I was just curious but why do you do it?"
"It is a long story."
"I've got time if you want to come inside for a Coke. You can tell me
the story."
"I....I don't know ... I will get in lots of trouble if my da..." She
paused. Was she going to say dad? She continued, "I will get in lots of
trouble."
"Come on, you can tell me ... I bet it would feel good to get it off
your chest." Almost as if by reflex I glanced at her large boobs. She
looked at my stare and giggled.
"Okay, but you CAN NOT tell anybody. Not my dad. Not even Brittany."
"I promise that I won't tell a single person ... ever."
I lead her into the house and grab a beer for me and a Coke for her. We
both sit across from each other at the kitchen table. I pull out a
cigarette and light it.
"You don't mind if I smoke, do you?"
"No, in fact, if you got one, mind if I have one."
I think she is too young for smoking but she did let me cum in her
mouth. This is the least I could do to repay her. And I do mean the least.
I grab another from the pack and hand it to her and light it.
"So why don't you tell me your story."
She takes a drag and begins, "Well my mom left when I was 6 years old.
She ran off with some man that she met. I have no clue where they met and
don't care. My dad raised me from then on. He was always a heavy boozer,
truth is they both were. I think that is the only thing they had in
common. I noticed that when I was about nine, my dad started drinking even
more than usual. My dad never thought anything of leaving me alone for an
hour or two. Even when I was 7 he did it. When I was 10 though, I had
this thirteen year old boy in my room. It was after school and my dad
wouldn't be home for another hour or so.
I was very naïve back then. The boy had offered me ten dollars to let
him put his penis inside me. I thought nothing of it as I had been
fingering myself since I was five years old. Also from seeing how small
his penis was, I figured it would be no big deal. At the time I had never
seen a penis before. Then the boy started rubbing himself and he got to
about a couple inches long. This is when I became nervous because it was
bigger than before and it looked hard. I didn't want to look like a sissy
so I said nothing to him.
The boy was just about to put his penis into my pussy when dear old dad
opened my bedroom door. Apparently, he had come home early, because he
walked in and saw me naked on my bed and the boy was lying on top of me.
He became very angry. He grabbed the boy and threw him to the floor and
yelled at him. The boy grabbed his clothes and ran out of the house. My
dad turned and started yelling at me, calling me a slut and other horrible
names. Then my dad left and I just lay in my bed crying.
Later, I went to the kitchen to get something to eat and I could feel my
dads eyes burning into me from the way he looked at me. I quickly got some
food and returned to my bedroom, where I stayed the rest of the night.
At about 11pm, my dad came in and ordered me to take off all my clothes.
I protested but he got mad and told me to either undress or he would do it
for me. I did as he commanded of me. Then he instructed me to lay down on
the bed. He then began rubbing his crotch through his pants. I could
notice a bulge. Then he unbuttoned his pants and slid them and his
underwear down in one motion. He stepped out of his pants and moved
towards the bed. I still remember him saying, `If you want a dick in your
cunt, I've got one right here for you.' I stared at his cock, which
appeared to be huge. I strongly tried to protest but he told me to shut up
as he lay down on the bed. I could smell the beer on his breath. As he
rolled onto me, all I felt I could do was look away. He reached for his
cock and found my pussy and shoved it into me. I screamed in pain and he
slapped me across the face and told me to shut the fuck up."
I couldn't believe what this girl was telling me. She was admitting to
me that her father was raping her. I gazed at her in utter fascination at
the story she was telling.
"I didn't want him to do it but I couldn't stop him."
I saw tears streaming down her cheeks. I reached behind me on the
counter and grabbed the box if tissue. She takes a few and wipes her face
with it.
She continues, "From that day on he never spoke to me unless he was
forcing himself on me. He would come in every night and fuck me. Then he
would make me suck his cock until he was hard again. He would repeat
fucking me. And all the while he would tell me what a good for nothing
slut I was, just like my mother. He would fuck me three or four times each
night. He would make me tell him how much I wanted him to fuck me but I
didn't. For god sake, I was only 10 years old."
The tears began once again flowing with ease.
"That went on for several months, but then he began coming into my room
in the morning. Sometimes he would fuck me, but usually he would stand
next to the bed and jack off onto my face. Sometimes he would grab a pair
of my panties and jack off in them. Then he would toss them to me and tell
me to wear them. When he would make me suck his dick, he held the back of
my head and forced his dick down my throat until I was gagging on it. He
made me swallow his cum every time. "
She paused and took a puff on the cigarette. I feel so bad for her,
especially when she mentioned that her dad held her head while forcing his
dick in her mouth. I did the same thing when she sucked my dick. I was
miserable at the thought.
"I finally learned that if I pretended to love it, he would only fuck me
once each night. So I did what I had to. I pretended to enjoy having him
fuck me. I hate it and I hate the bastard. On my thirteenth birthday he
stopped fucking my pussy. It only got worse. He started to fuck my ass
every single day and many nights it was multiple times. He got me put on
birth control and then he resumed fucking my pussy. He had obviously
developed a liking for my ass though because he only occasionally fucked my
pussy. After the first month, he took many videos and photos of me and of
us together. I was entirely disgusted at the sight of him but what could I
do? All I could do was accept what was happening to me and what still is
happening. Dad eventually started keeping me at home and made me learn on
my own. I am not supposed to ever leave the house but I do, and only leave
when he is at work".
I noticed that her Coke is empty as is my beer. I retrieve our
respective drinks and once again sit to hear her story.
"I so much wish he would stop. How can I get him to stop?"
She looked me straight in the face as if pleading for help.
"I will help you."
:"How?"
"I don't know yet. Where do you live?"
"I live in the fifth house down the road." She points in the direction
of her house.
"So why do you willingly give guys blowjobs?"
"I don't know. Maybe my dad is right and I am a cocksucking slut."
"Don't think that ... I'm just guessing here ...I suspect you want
someone to love you since your dad doesn't show you any ... so maybe you
equate love to sucking cock ... but I wonder why you wouldn't fuck guys
too?"
"That ones easy," she answers. "My dad threatened to beat the crap out
of me if her ever caught me letting a boy so much as touch my pussy."
"Oh. That would do it."
With that she looks at the clock on the wall. "Oh, I better get going,
Dad will be home soon." I walk her out of the house but as she gets on her
bike, I put my hands on the handlebars and stop her.
"You won't tell anybody about Brittany and I will you?"
She laughs and says, "If I'm not going to tell on my dad why would I
tell on you ... Besides, I can see how much she loves you ... I just wish
I had someone who loved me and didn't treat me like crap."
She peddles the bike down the drive and along the road. I watch as she
pulls into her driveway, puts the bike away and enters the house. I can't
imagine what she must be going through. It is her own living nightmare.
I go inside and sit in the living room thinking. An idea lights up in
my head. I grab the phone and call in sick to work. As I get into my
truck I hope my plan works. Driving like a NASCAR driver, I arrive at the
flea market and find someone selling a pair of metal handcuffs. I buy them
and return home.
And I wait. And wait. And wait.
At about 10:50pm, I put my plan into action. My plan is to just talk
with him. Of course I expect to use just a little violence to get him to
see the error of his ways. I sneak over behind the teenage girls' house
and peak inside. I see him sitting on the couch. At precisely one hour to
midnight, he gets up and walks upstairs. After he is out of sight, I try
to open the sliding glass door leading to the living room. Yes, it isn't
locked. I very quietly enter the house and follow the stairs to the second
floor.
I creep along the hallway until I hear sounds coming from a bedroom.
"Oh yes baby, you fucking slut, you like it when your daddy fucks your
tight cunt, don't you?"
"Yes daddy, fuck me please....fuck me..." she replies.
I don't know if I can contain my anger towards him. Just hearing him
say these words get on my fucking nerves. I so much want to kill the
fucking bastard.
It is nearly totally dark in the bedroom with the only light coming from
the hallway light. As I sneak up next to him, I pause just behind him and
watch for a few seconds. He appears to have passed out on top of Sara. I
yank him off and throw him to the floor.
There is no use in talking to him since he is completely unawake. I
decide to kick him a few times and punch his face several times. I just
hope that he is smart enough to understand why I did this to him.
I take my time going downstairs and say to Sara, "It should be ok. If
you have any more problems, let me know." She is still completely naked as
she must have forgotten to grab something to cover up. She thanks me and
gives me a big hug, her naked body pressing firmly against mine. It is
nice to see her smile and not be crying but I need to get out of here
before I get an erection from the feel of her body against mine. .
Now the only thing to do is to wait and see what happens. Will he
change his behavior or won't he? Only the passage of time will tell.
END OF PART 5
PART 6
I really missed Brittany for the past four days. Today is Friday and I
am really looking forward to seeing her. Yesterday, I had called Elizabeth
and asked if I could take Brittany out for dinner on Friday. She had no
problem with it. She explained how her daughter really missed being able
to come over. I reciprocated, telling her how lonely it has been around
her without her.
I was waiting for the school bus to come down the road. It was right on
schedule. As soon as Brittany got off, she runs over to me and leaps into
my arms. I caught her, placing my hands under her ass while she wraps her
legs around my waist.
"I have so missed you Tom."
"As did I baby."
We didn't kiss. I had previously made it clear to her that under no
circumstances were we to kiss outside the house. We could get in big
trouble if we were seen doing so. I set her back down on her feet.
"Why don't you go home to say hi to your mom and get ready. We will
leave for dinner in about an hour."
"Okay, see you then."
She dashes across the road to her house. I went inside and took a
shower and got ready. Dinner is not all that I had planned for tonight. I
also plan to take Brittany shopping for clothes. While I was listening to
Sara talking about how her dad took videos and pictures of her, it dawned
on me. I didn't have any photos of my love. That is the one sure way to
remember the experiences we have. I would take photos and videos of her
and I, both individual and together. However, unlike Sara's bastard
father, mine would be consensual and they wouldn't all be nudes. I loved
to see Brittany in the clothes that she wore. I would pick out some and
let Brittany pick out some that she liked. I had my own ideas of what I
would love to see her in but I wouldn't know exactly until we look through
the items that are available. I wanted to get some panties, dresses and
jeans. We would have to get shirts and bras too.
. I bought a digital camcorder and a digital camera on Wednesday
evening and had it sent over night. I received it Thursday and spent the
afternoon learning how to use them.
The door opens and I see her standing there.
"Hi, mom says I have to be home by 10pm."
"Good, then let's get going."
I help her into my pickup and we depart on out fun evening together. I
had the evening all planned out in my mind. We would eat to 6, shop until
7, and be home by 7:15. That would leave us 2 hours and 45 minutes for her
to model the clothes I bought her. I have no idea how much money I am
going to spend on clothes. It could be a thousand or it could be two
thousand dollars. Either way, the amount that I spend will be somewhere in
that price range.
We have a very enjoyable dinner and off shopping we go. I so much want
to hold her hand as we walk through the store but I reject my impulse to
grab her hand. It might look to suspicious. No father holds their 12 year
old daughters hand when walking in public.
The store we shopped at is very popular for young people, at least
according to Brittany. I was shocked when we were looking at panties. I
just couldn't believe that they made thong panties in sizes to fit little
girls. I tossed a couple in the cart.
"My mom won't let me where thong panties."
She was about to put them back where I got them when I said, "So, you
don't have to wear them at home. Wear them only at my house."
She smiled and places them back in the cart. We got some different
colored bras. As we shop, we toss many pairs of pants in the cart along
with shirts and a couple dresses. Some were long dresses but most were
short and very revealing.
We return home and I have her begin changing into an outfit while I get
the camera. Tonight, I probably take a hundred to a hundred fifty
pictures. Most of them look to be wonderful and she looks hot. After we
finish taking photos in one outfit we place them in one of two piles of
clothes. The piles consist of those which she will only wear at my house;
and those that she can take home.
As we finish up for the evening I say, "You looked very sexy in all the
clothes you modeled, especially the thongs."
She looks down at the floor and says, "Seriously?"
"Yes, you are a very sexy girl."
I look at the clock and I tell her it is time for her to go. We wrap
our arms around each others bodies and lock lips and kiss for what seemed
like eternity. In reality, it was only about two minutes. This was the
first time we have been together that we didn't do anything overtly sexual.
I did take a few pictures of her naked while changing but we didn't suck or
lick each other. I was kind of sad about that. Then again we did only
have a few hours and I really wanted photos to remind me of her. For all I
knew, she could die tomorrow.
The next day when she came over we spent several hours taking nude
photos of each other. I also set the timer to take photos of her and I
kissing, unfortunately, they didn't really turn out well. I must have had
the camera positioned incorrectly. It is so difficult to take good
pictures with a timer.
I suddenly blurt out, "Why don't we ask Sara to come over and tape us
and take photos of us?"
She becomes very quiet. For several minutes she says nothing. I am
nervous about breaking the silence. She finally speaks, "Why would you
want that slut to come over here?"
I am very disappointed in her. I'm sure that she would treat Sara
differently if she only knew what she has been through with her father. I
made a promise to Sara not to mention it to anybody, so I won't. It is
very hard on me not to. I really do want Brittany to be nicer towards
Sara.
"We need somebody to take photos of us and I just thought that Sara
would be a good choice ... After all, she has already seen both of us
naked and she is the only other person who knows about our relationship."
"Fine...whatever you want."
"No, I will not do it unless you are totally in favor of it."
"Are you going to have her suck your dick again?"
"Why would I need that when I have you?"
"If not that, then it must be her boobs you want."
Oh boy, she is becoming just as paranoid as I was about her giving me a
blowjob.
"Do I like her boobs? Yes I do, but I also love yours to. If you knew
what she has been through, you might be nicer to her."
"What do you mean?"
"I promised her I wouldn't say but I will tell you that she has suffered
sexual abuse. That's all I will say though."
She frowned and looked at the floor. She looks to be deep in thought.
She finally looks up and says, "I'm sorry, yes we can have her over if
she's willing ... Tom, I will be much nicer to her. I swear."
I smile at her and say, "Thank you."
I think for a second. Her dad is probably home today and tomorrow so
Monday afternoon is when I will go over and talk to her. I don't want to
not be able to take nudes of us together for one full week but I have no
choice. And even then it might be impossible. Sara will most likely be
unable to do it on the Weekends. All that might leave is an hour or two on
Friday, unless I try to sleep earlier in the day and wake up about 4pm.
That would give Brittany and I two hours each day during the week to be
together. Plus if Sara could photograph us for one or two days for an hour
or so, that would work out perfectly.
Brittany and I spend the rest of our time this day sitting on the bed. I
lean back against the headboard as she sits in front of me.
"Brittany, would you please give me a blowjob?"
"I will but only if you eat me out first?"
"I have an idea. This is a new position that we haven't done yet. It
is called 69. I will lay on the bed; on my back. You crawl over me so
your mouth is at my cock with your pussy over my face."
"That sounds fun. We can both please each other at the same time."
"Exactly."
We quickly get into the desired position. She begins fondling my cock
as I get right down to business on her little pussy. Unlike before, I
start using my fingers. Also, in contrast to Brittany, I begin inserting
my index finger inter her cunny.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to stick my finger in your pussy."
"Oh, please baby, I think you will enjoy it."
"Will it hurt?"
"It might hurt a little at first ... but it will feel good pretty
quickly."
"Okay but please be gentle."
"I always am baby, I always am."
I feel her gorgeous lips wrap around the shaft of my dick. I slowly rub
my finger into her pussy lips and slowly push it up just a bit inside her.
"Ouch.", she yelps at my finger poking into her.
"Sorry baby." I very gently begin pushing it further inside her. Oh, I
so love having her suck my dick. For an inexperienced girl, she is doing
quite a good job. I just wonder what her mother would think if she knew
what we were doing.
I continue to press my finger into her cunt as I try to probe her in
search of her magic spot. I feel her insides.
"Oh that feels good." I wonder, `am I close?'
I plant little kisses on her legs as I finger her deeper into her. "Oh
yes, don't stop."
She returns her lips around my dick as she softly moans. She begins
wiggling her ass from side to side but only very small movements. I reach
my free hand and give her ass a slap. I notice that she has stopped
sucking me and is just jacking me off.
"Oh god. Yes. THAT'S IT TOM. Oh God...YES..." She is almost
screaming. For a minute I almost think she is going to pass out. A fear
suddenly grips me. Will the neighbors hear her screaming? My fingering of
her has increased frantically as I press firmly on the spot and continue
rubbing it in fast short motions. At the same time she is rubbing my dick
faster than I have ever seen her do it before. It feels like she is trying
to rip it off.
"Finger me...it's sooooo goooooooodddd.... Finger me ... faster tom,
faster ..."
"Oh god Brittany, I'm going to cum. Suck it baby, please suck it." She
lowers her head back down and sucks it again. A few seconds later my cum
flows out of my dick and lands in her mouth. She spits it just as quickly
onto the bed besides her as she leans forward. She collapses on me with
her pussy right over my face. I feel her smearing the few remaining bits
of cum all over her face. I remove my finger from her and begin to eat her
out while feeling her ass. I then gently stick a finger slowly up her ass
while I lick her pussy lips. I expect her to stop me from playing with her
ass but she says nothing.
I reach my other hand under her and spread he apart and stick my tongue
in her to probe her insides. I can feel her gently sliding her body in
barely noticeable motions forward and backwards. I continue my
ministrations with my tongue. I twirl it around in circular motions. I
just wish I could spread her open even more than I do, but I am very
worried about hurting her. I would love to stick more of my tongue inside
her body. I continue fingering her ass while licking her.
She says nothing but she is moaning in what I interpret to be pleasure.
She really seems to enjoy it. My cock is totally flaccid now but I can
tell that she is kissing it all over. Then she started to shake and again
tensed up her legs and was totally exhausted as she fell flat on me. I
removed my finger and tongue and she rolled off me. She landed in the cum
that she spat out of her mouth. She moved off it and scooped as much as
she could on her fingers and smeared it into her skin.
"That was even better than before," she said.
I look down at her and smile. I too am worn out and we haven't even
been fucking. We remain that was almost unable to move. Finally while I
go fix us something for lunch, Brittany jumps into the shower to get clean.
After lunch I take more nude photos. I tell her how to pose and she
obliges. Sometimes she will even make suggestions. Also, she takes nude
photos of me. I really wish that we could take pictures of us together. I
have to hope that next week that will happen.
Yes indeed, just what would Elizabeth think of her daughter?
END OF PART 6
PART 7
Monday came all too quickly for me. I enjoyed the weekend with Brittany
but I was eager to ask Sara about taking pix of my lover and I together. I
made sure that her dads car was gone before I went up to the house.
I knock on the door and Sara quickly answers.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"How has it been going with your father? Has he been fucking you
anymore?"; I ask. She lowers her head so I can't see her eyes. Then she
starts sobbing.
"He hasn't stopped it. Thank you for trying to help me but it is
pointless. He will never stop."
Anger is brewing inside me. That goddamn bastard. I tell her, "I will
be back tonight at 11pm and I will deal with him. I promise you that he
will never hurt you again."
She tries to talk me out of it but I will not be persuaded. I make an
excuse and leave. I have to prepare. Once again I call in for work and
use another personal day. I climb up into the attic and open a small safe
that I keep there. Inside I have bullets and a gun. It is a 9mm. I take
it down to the kitchen and put it in a closet and go to my car. I have one
stop that I have to make. I go to a local sex store and buy a large ten
inch dildo. It is about 2 inches in diameter. I return home and just sit
in the living room with my gun and the dildo. I wait for the appointed
time.
At 10:50pm, just as in the previous time, I head over and follow the
same exact routine. I enter the house and go upstairs to Sara's bedroom. I
hear the same times of words coming from within. I enter the room to find
her dad once again passed out on top of her. I pull him off and throw him
off the bed as I instruct her to grab her clothes and go to my house. She
hurriedly does as I ask and leaves.
I wait about 10 minutes in the hopes that he will awaken but he doesn't.
I just can't spend all night waiting for him to wake up. I pull out the
dildo and ram it up his naked ass. I was sure that he would move when I
did that but he didn't. I kick him 20 to 30 times all over his body. I
place kicks to his head, dick, stomach, ass, shoulders and legs. I pull
out the gun and shoot him five times in the head. Once in each temple,
once in the forehead, once in the mouth and once to his heart. Well,
tonight there is no possibility that he will see tomorrow.
I take my gun and go home. I am panicking. What should I do? I just
killed a man. If I am caught, I will get probably a minimum of 10 to 20
years. Oh shit, it isn't self defense. It is cold blooded premeditated
murder. I am looking at life in prison.
"So what happened?", she ask as soon as I enter.
"He won't be bothering you anymore."
"Thank you so much. I hope it works this time." She rises to her feet
and says, "I better go home now."
I reach her arm and stop her just as she is about to pass me.
"You can't go home."
"Why not?"
"Umm ...Well .... I ended up killing your dad:" I just blurted it out.
I think she will cry at the loss of her dad. She doesn't. She just
says, "Okay, but where will I live."
"You can stay here."
":Okay but shouldn't we call the police."
I explain the whole thing and she says that she understands.
"I will probably leave this city in 3 or 4 days. I need to take off. I
have no desire to spend the rest of my life in prison."
:"Can I come with you?"
"I don't think so."
"But if I don't, the police will put me in a group home or a foster home
and I don't want to." She immediately begins with the crying. I finally
relent and agree that she can come with me.
"We will leave in three days. I have a request though. I am really
going to miss Brittany so will you take some pix of her and I nude
together."
"Sure."
I make some food and dress the bed in the spare bedroom down the hall.
After school on Tuesday, I send Sara over to get Brittany and they both
return. I lead Brittany into my bedroom as Sara follows right behind. I
explain the situation to Brittany, but only in parts.
"Brittany, something has happened and I am going to have to move away. I
don't want to leave but I have too."
"But why do you have to? I love you." She cries.
"I can't tell you why. I don't want you to know the whole story. I
will say that I did something to help Sara and I will get in lots of
trouble if I stay."
"I will go with you."
"No, you can't. Your mom loves you and would miss you. That is not an
option."
"When are you leaving?"
"Thursday morning. That's when Sara and I will be leaving."
"Sara? Sara is going with you?" I see her face tighten up in anger.
"Yes. It is necessary."
"But we never got to make love together?"
"I know baby but that's okay. I will still love you."
"Don't worry Brittany, I will let him fuck this," says Sara as we both
look towards her and see that she has pulled her pants and panties down to
her knees. She cups her cunt in her hand. I don't believe that she said
that. It is so inconsiderate.
She continues, :"And I will let him fuck this." She turns around and
bends over as she slaps her ass. "I bet you won't let him fuck either,
will you?"
"Oh yes I will ... " She looks at me. "So will you make love with me
before you leave?"
"I don't think I should ... I know that you don't really want to."
She takes my hands in hers and says, "I do. I want to." I really do
believe that she is only saying this so I don't fuck Sara but I agree to
make love with her. I have wanted to for so long and now I will get to
feel my dick inside her virgin body. I lead her over to the bed and sit
down. As I pull her so she is standing right in front of me, I slowly take
off her shirt. Then off comes her bra. I lean in and lick her boobs and
suck her little nipples. I can feel them harden in my mouth. I have my
hands on her ass. I back away and unbutton her pants and slide them down
her shapely legs. She steps out of them and kicks them to the side.
How can an adult not be turned on by a twelve year olds body? They can
have just as shapely a body as an adult. Only a smaller version but just
as nicely formed. Oh, what sexy panties she has. I slip my hands down her
panties and cup that cute little ass in them. I gently squeeze and rub my
hands all over them. I then pull her panties down her legs and she steps
out of them.
She drops to her knees and crawls half way up my body. She unbuttons my
pants as I push them down my legs. She finishes by pulling them the rest
of the way off and tosses them to the floor. She returns to my mid section
and begins stroking my semi hard dick. Then she lowers her head and starts
licking it all over.
I look over to Sara and see that she has gotten totally naked and is
sitting on a desk across the room. She is rubbing her lightly hair covered
pussy. I continue watching her as Brittany is sucking my cock. I can't
help but think about how much I would love to fuck Sara's cunt. I feel
ashamed at the thought especially after knowing what she has been through.
Brittany has done a wonderful job getting me erect so I guide her onto
the bed.
"Lay on you back baby."
She does as I kiss her lips. Pulling back I say, "Sweetie ... This is
going to hurt the first time ... But I will be as gentle as I can."
"Okay." I see her bite her lower lip. She is clearly scared of what it
will feel like.
I roll onto her and reach for my penis. I stroke it until pre cum
develops on the tip and rub it around her pussy lips and on the insides of
her just between each lip. Slowly I push the tip inside her. She feels
nothing yet. I gently but firmly press some more into her. She winces but
does not cry. I have about only an inch inside her. Continuing on, I push
another inch and see her biting her lip again. I can see she is going to
cry. I push another inch inside her. Only two more inches to go.
"Ouch...Ouch....It hurts."
"Do you want me to stop?"
She looks over to say and then firmly says, "No. Keep going."
"God baby you are so damn tight ... I love being inside you."
I push even more and more. I am completely inside her as tears stream
down her face. I stay motionless as I lean to her and kiss her for several
minutes on the lips. I lay still.
"Are we fucking? Is it over?"; says Brittany. I hear Sara laughing.
She can be so rude.
"No baby, to actually fuck, I will move my penis back and forth inside
you... Are you sure you don't want me to stop."
"No, I want to do it. Please."
I start to pull my penis back and then very, very slowly push it back
into her. I hear sounds coming from her. They are not sounds of pleasure
but sounds of pain. I continue in a slow rhythm to pull, push, pull, and
push. At no time do I receive any indication that she is enjoying it. I
soon realize that there is no way that I will be able to come. I pull my
dick out and get off the bed.
"Are we done?" she ask. I wanted to cum in her but I just can't stand
seeing her in pain.
"I'm done fucking you. I don't like seeing you hurting."
I take my still erect cock over to the desk Sara is sitting on.
"Mind if I fuck you?" I ask Sara.
"Go for it."
I pull her towards the edge and take my cock and shove it all the way
inside her.
"Ouch." She yelps. I wonder, why would she think it is painful after
having her dad inside her? She looks over at Brittany, who is crying
hysterically on the bed. I look at her and she is laying face down with
her face buried in a pillow.
"Fuck me Tom. Ram you dick up my cunt."
She alternately speaks and bites her lip. I thrust my cock back and
forth while playing with her boobs.
"God, you are so damn tight too." I was perplexed by the tightness of
her body.
"You are so good Tom, Brittany doesn't know what she's missing." At
hearing that, Brittany cries even louder.
I continue ramming my cock in her. I just know I am going to fucking
explode.
"Oh god, Sara, I'm going to cum..."
"Cum in me Tom, Cum for me..."
As I was thrusting faster into her, she was humping her body off the
dresser to meet each of my thrusts. She wraps her legs around me and tries
to pull me deeper into her. We are both sweating.
"I'm cumming.......Yes, Sara, Take it you fucking slut..." She giggled
at my obscene words. "Oh god yes, that was awesome Sara." I came in her
pussy and continued fucking in slow motions for several seconds afterwards.
My dick was totally wiped out. I let my body fall onto hers as I kissed
her with the same passion that I kissed my lover.
In all the fucking, I hadn't noticed that the crying from the bed had
stopped. I looked to the bed and it was empty. I quickly got off her and
looked for Brittany's clothes but they too were gone. I ran out to the
kitchen and look out the window in time to see my lover cross the road.
What had I just done? I loved her with all my heart and I had just let
my dick do my thinking for me. I didn't want to hurt her physically but in
my sex crazed haze, I ended up hurting her emotionally. I didn't just fuck
some girl on the streets. I fucked the girl who she thought she couldn't
compete with. She thought all I wanted was a girl with big tits and Sara
did have that going for her. She also thought I wanted sex so bad and Sara
was willing to give it to me. Unfortunately, I seem to have made
Brittany's fears come true about our relationship and what I desired.
I go back down the hall and enter the bedroom to find Sara on the bed.
She is on her hands and knees as she looks behind her at me. "So you want
to fuck my ass?" She slaps her ass cheek. I am so angry and disappointed
but my dick starts to grow.
Without really thinking I spit out, "Oh yes baby, I want to fuck your
ass." I stroke my dick as I say it. I get on the bed and move behind her
before she stops me.
"You better get something to put on my ass and your dick."
Why would she need that? I'm sure when her dad fucked her ass; he
probably wasn't the caring type to give a fuck whether it hurt her.
Besides she has been ass fucked so much that it shouldn't be painful,
should it?
All I think about is getting my cock in her big ass but I rush into the
bathroom and grab a jar of Vaseline. I grab a big gob on my fingers and
start probing for her puckered asshole. I rub it all over her hole. Then
I grab another, and rub it all over my cock.
I take my cock in hand and rub it down the crack of her ass until I find
her butt hole. I stick the tip of it at her entrance and push so the tip
so barely inside. I grasp her waist with both hands and begin to slowly
push.
"It hurts," she screams. Why is she screaming in pain? She has after
all experienced this before. I delay entering any further.
"Want me to stop?
As she turns around, I can see her teeth clenched as she speaks, "No but
just be careful and go slow."
I begin to push as slowly as I can.
"Ohhhh...Ouuuuch."
As I push, she moans in pain at the sensations in her ass. It feels
like her ass muscles know that my cock isn't supposed to be there and they
are trying to close around my cock to prevent further entry. I am
determined to get my dick up her ass. I stop when I achieve my goal of
being all the way in her. I stop and let her become accustomed to my cock.
She shouldn't have to though. My dick isn't nearly as big as her dads. I
feel I am about to erupt just from the tightness of her. She lowers her
head and bites into a pillow. She must really be in agony.
I slowly begin pulling my cock towards her opening and then slowly
pushes it back in all the way.
"Ohhh god....it hurts so much..."
I decide that I had just better get it over with. Besides, from the
feel of her ass, I know I can't stop from cuming and at most it would take
three or four strokes and I would erupt. Then I would take it out and give
her a break.
I pull it slowly towards the opening and just ram it all the way back
in.
"Oh no ... god ...it hurts. I can't stand it." I look around and see
that she is playing with herself. I pull back and shove it back in. She
says nothing as her entire face is buried in the pillow.
"You have such a tight ass girl. I love fucking it." She just whimpers
in the pillow.
I shove in, pull out, shove in and pull out again. With each additional
thrust, more and more guilt rushes into my mind. That's it. As much as I
want her ass, I can't stand to see her suffer. Just because I was pissed
at what happened between Brittany and me; I can't take it out on this girl.
I rip my dick from her body. She collapses on the bed. I take my dick in
my hand and jack off until I come. I point it at her ass and let cum hit
her butt and lower back. As I lay down on her; I kiss her on the neck. I
can feel the cum between our bodies.
"I am so sorry Sara. I didn't mean to hurt you." She was crying. "I
shouldn't have put my dick up your ass."
"I'm the one who's sorry, I was the one who wanted it," she says still
whimpering. I am really disappointed. I was desperate to shoot my load up
her ass. Nothing is more of a turn on than thinking of that and I failed.
I couldn't fuck Brittany without hurting her and I couldn't fuck Sara's ass
without hurting her. What kind of monster am I?
Even after the sense of shame I feel, I was still eager to try fucking a
girls ass again. I just don't understand. She has been fucked by her dad
in the ass and she couldn't take mine with ease. It makes no sense.
We just lay together with me kissing her cheeks and her neck all over.
"I wan't to try it again." Did I hear her right? She wants to do it
again.
"But I don't want to hurt you?"
"Please, lets try it again. This time I will stay like I am now. I
will lay flat on my stomach and put a pillow under me to raise my ass a
little. Please?"
I was so excited that she would give me another opportunity. My cock
stirred. I reached down and started stroking my dick. As it got bigger I
slapped it against each ass cheek. I grab some more lube and generously
applied it both to my cock and her ass. I pushed my dick slowly into her
once again. When I get all of it in her, I just lay still on top of her.
We remain that way for at least ten minutes.
"I think I can take it now. You can fuck me. It feels so big inside my
ass."
I slowly start pulling it part way out and then ease it back into her.
"Oh god, it feels so much better. Just go slow for a while."
"I'll do whatever you want... Babe, your ass is so fucking
unbelievable."
I continue pushing and pulling very slow.
"You can start to go faster." This is what I was hoping to hear out of
her.
"Okay...Just let me know if you want me to stop."
I increase the speed slightly with each additional thrust. After the
fifth or sixth thrust, she says, "Yes, god it feels so good, fuck my ass
good."
I start to give it to her even faster and harder.
"Fuck me, fuck me good..." she screams.
Suddenly I hear crying in the corner of the room. I look to see that
Brittany has returned; she has her knees drawn up to her body and is
sobbing. I so want to go comfort her but I just can't leave. I love the
feeling of my dick in Sara's ass so much.
"Fuck me ...Fuck me..."
"Yes, Sara...I'm fucking your ass...I love your tight ass...."
I ram my dick in and out, in and out as my balls slap against her ass. I
am thrusting into her as hard and fast as I can.
"oohhhh....yes....faster....fuck me faster....harder...."
"Oh Sara...I'm going to cum in your ass baby....oh god yes take my dick
baby.."
"Yes fuck me..."
She moans in a combination of pleasure and pain. I can't hold back any
more.
"I'm cummiinggg baby....take my cum you fucking slut..."
I keep fucking her until all my sperm is unloaded in her ass. Then I
withdraw and slap my cock against her ass cheeks and give her one spank.
She yelps at my slap; then rolls onto her side.
"That was incredible," she says in amazement. I get off of the bed and
go to the bathroom. I come back with a wet wash cloth and wipe my dick
off. I walk over towards Brittany and stand before her. She looks up at me
with red eyes and tear covered cheeks.
"What is the matter baby?"
"I thought you loved me?"
"I do sweetheart."
"Then why did you fuck her?"
"I'm very sorry Brit but when a man gets horny he needs to be
satisfied... And as much as I wished for it to be you; you really couldn't
do it."
"I could too have."
"Brittany, I tried with you and I didn't want to see you in pain."
"But I can do it...I'll show you," she says as she reaches up and
fondles my cock. My dick immediately stirs at her hands touching it. She
gets on her knees and starts to suck me. When I am close to coming, I stop
her. I grab my dick and give it a few strokes and unload all over her
face.
"I'm really sorry but I just don't think it is going to work between
us." I go over to the bed and crawl up behind Sara as I reach around and
cup her breast in my hand. Brittany grabs the wash cloth and wipes her
face. She throws it at Sara and I, then she runs down the hall and slams
the door as she leaves.
"Good riddance to her... you need someone who can really please you,"
Sara says looking back at me. As much as I feel bad for Brittany and I
being unable to continue our relationship, I just couldn't give up Sara's
ass. I also loved her tits and her cunt too. Her ass though was what I
really craved. I have never felt anything as good and hot as butt fucking
her.
End of Part 6
Part 7 - The Final Chapter
Sara and I spend the next two days packing and renting a vehicle to
drive away in. The police arrived just this morning. I found out that his
boss had called them after her failed to show for work for two to three
days. We drove about 500 miles north and rented a cabin for the weekend
before we would continue until god knows where.
I lay on my back ready for Sara to join me. My dick is already waiting
for her at full staff. She comes out of the bathroom totally naked and
crawls up my body. She straddles me as she positions my cock in her cunt.
I place my hands on her hips and slowly push her up and down on my cock.
She is riding my dick.
As we begin to really get into it, she screams, "Fuck me...fuck me hard
daddy..."
What the fuck?
"Daddy? Why did you say that? I thought you hated your dad?" I stop my
thrusting but she leans forward and continues rocking herself on my dick.
"I'll tell you but you have to keep fucking me while I do." I resume
thrusting my cock upwards as she rides me.
"I did hate my dad but not for the reason I told you."
"What?"
"I hated my dad because he wouldn't fuck me."
"What are you talking about? I saw him on top of you." I continue
fucking her with a steady rhythm.
"I admit that was tricky. I mean getting him into my room was easy but
then undressing him and positioning him on top of me. That wasn't easy."
"What the fuck are you saying?"
"Well my dad wouldn't fuck me like I wanted and after I saw you and
Brittany together, well I knew I wanted you to be my daddy...I wanted you
to fuck me."
I was rapidly fucking her. She was going wild on my cock, with her tits
bouncing up and down.
"You mean your dad didn't rape you? I killed an innocent man?"
"Innocent? He didn't do what I wanted...I always get what I want..."
She had a devilish grin on her face. She looks so evil.
"Not this time." I flip her off the bed and go into the bathroom. She
is begging me to come back and fuck her. I decide to stay in the bathroom
as I scream at her, "I can't believe I was suckered in by you. I lost the
love of my life because I was stupid and tried to help you."
I awake about an hour later to pounding at the door.
Police. Open up.
I run into the bedroom and grab my gun out of my bag and put it in my
mouth. Just as they enter the room:
Bang.
"So where are you going?"; ask the semi driver as he leans out the
window.
"I don't know. Both my mom and dad are dead and I just escaped this guy
who kidnapped me and raped me multiple times."
"Hop in. Maybe I can help you."
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