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Archive name: brandy.txt (Mf-teen, ped, exh, mast)
Authors name: Kristen Marie (beachmaninwv@yahoo.com)
Story title : Brandy Wine

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Brandy Wine (Mf-teen, ped, exh, mast)
by Kristen Marie (beachmaninwv@yahoo.com)

***

I have never been attracted to teens. But one night at 
my friend's house, I fell under the spell of his 
beautiful 14-year-old daughter. Twenty years later, I 
can finally tell my story. 

***

I was a player in my early 20's. No denying that now. I 
worked for a small town police department, and I used my 
uniform to seduce as many women as I could. I took my 
job seriously though, and I became known as a tough but 
fair lawman. But in all honesty, there were women out 
there who would never have given me a second glance if 
not for my uniform. 

So the years passed and I slept with many women. Some 
married, some engaged, some single, etc. You get the 
picture. I was a male whore, and I didn't care.. I 
enjoyed the hunt almost as much as the kill. How I never 
caught AIDS is a miracle. Condoms? Fuck that.

But for all of the women I slept with, the most erotic 
memory I have of that small town is a night I spent with 
my best friend. It was a long time ago, and even now I 
still become aroused by the memory. The shameful part of 
this story is the fact that the girl was only 14... and 
my best friends daughter.

Brandy was tall and slender. At 14 she was just becoming 
a woman. She had silky blonde hair and pouty lips that 
betrayed her innocence. I had known her for seven years, 
and until this night, had never looked at her sexually. 
Her Dad worked with me, and it was not un-common for me 
to visit his home after an afternoon shift. 

On this night, we drank a few beers more than normal, 
and put in a Robin Williams comedy tape. It was a 
Saturday night, so his wife and two daughters were awake 
when we got there. But around 2 a.m. they all went to 
bed. I decided to crash on the couch, and when my buddy 
gave in to sleep and went to bed, I stripped down to my 
boxers and enjoyed the antics of the comedy tape.

I was half asleep when I noticed a blur of white out of 
the corner of my eye. I was laid back fully in the 
recliner, and it took a moment for my eyes to focus on 
the figure. It was Brandy.

She wore a long, flowing white robe, which covered her 
from neck to ankle. She plopped down on the couch 
opposite me, and flashed that innocent smile that I 
found so endearing. She told me she couldn't sleep. I 
didn't really care at that moment, as I was close to 
drifting off into my alcohol induced slumber.

 If anything, I was peeved that she awoke me. She 
continued her small talk, and soon I resigned myself to 
being polite and responding. To my delight, she brought 
me a cold beer from the fridge, and as the tape ran on 
she and I began to actually enjoy each other's company. 

This is where my memory becomes fuzzy. For some reason, 
Brandy allowed her robe to fall open. I would not have 
noticed, but the soft moans from the couch were 
impossible to ignore. I forced myself to look. Every 
fiber in my mind told me not to. But I did. Brandy had 
positioned herself on the couch so that her legs were 
spread wide open and facing me. I saw her slender 
fingers slip her panties down to her ankles, and even in 
the semi-darkened room I could make out the triangle of 
her sprouting womanhood. 

I tried to turn away, but could not. Her fingers 
explored her swollen lips, and when her middle finger 
disappeared inside her I grabbed my hard cock and 
released it from my boxers. I knew she could see me, and 
I stroked it slowly while her eyes drank it in. Her free 
hand slid up to her chest, and now her budding young 
breasts were in full view. They were incredible. Small, 
yet perfect, with cone shaped nipples. My thrusts 
increased, as did her fingering of herself.

I knew that this was wrong. I knew she was only a child. 
I was determined to stop... until I looked into her 
eyes. I saw something I can't describe even now. Pure 
lust?? Even more than that... it was a pleading look. I 
knew she was feeling the same as me. We were both in 
over our heads. But I pressed on, and our eyes locked. 
Within seconds we both came. 

Her orgasm lasted longer than mine, but I never allowed 
my eyes to leave hers. For a few minutes she didn't 
move. Then she wrapped her robe around her and without 
saying a word ran to her bedroom. 

I don't know where she is now, or what has become of 
her. A year later I moved out of State. I still feel 
guilty about that night, but I also get hard thinking of 
Brandy Wine?

I hope she reads this and remembers. 

I didn't mean to hurt you... I know it was weird. But it 
was hot.  

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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