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From: "Simple Man" <Simple@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "The Simple Gift of Love" ( Mg/G, cons, rom)
Date: Sat,  5 Jul 2003 03:10:07 -0400
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[Learning to write stories properly is a struggle at best, the tendency to
slip into the mind flow and write what your mind tells you, to be avoided at
all costs.  Make it readable, correct in spelling, fact, and grammar.  These
are the canons I must subscribe to, and now while it stifles the flow and
lessens my creativity, I am but a student, learning from the Masters.  My
goal, to write my best, to tell the story the best it can be told.  The
legendary authors schooling me have my gratitude.  It is a pleasure to be
taught by the best.]



[Now for your reading pleasure, maybe some excitement as well, my next
tale.]







The Simple Gift of Love

{ASSM} (Mg/G, cons, rom)



By Simple Man (C)2003





     I fought the fire in my grill, hoping that the coals would burn soon
and the flames would go out.  Pulling another swig from my beer, I let it
slide down my throat.  The early evening was still warmer than I preferred,
but the kids were not affected, especially the little neighbor girl whose
swim suit revealed everything she had in form and shape.  She was maybe 6 or
7 years old and quite pretty to boot.  She was full of energy and kept
glancing at me as she played with the other kids.  From over my shoulder, an
adult voice told me she had no father.  I did not look to see who it was
talking to me, I just felt sad for the child.  Hell, I had all boys, just
one daughter would have made my life complete.  Boys could fend for
themselves, but a daughter would require love and guidance, something I had
plenty of.

As the evening wore on I managed to coax the fatherless girl into my lap,
she was very shy, but very excited that I took an interest in her.  Deciding
to break the fear in her, I asked her if she would marry me.  Her response
frightened me, because she looked deep into my eyes and said yes.  I pulled
her close to me and whispered in her ear.

 "Little one, if you need a daddy, I will be your daddy!"

Soft little lips met mine and thank you was not necessary as she let me
fondle her while we kissed.

     She came over every day after that and hung around me until I took the
time to play with her.  She became animated while we played and while the
play continued it always ended with her asking what a wife should do for her
man.  She had taken my question of marrying her to heart.  And while it was
true that I didn't have a wife, I figured I had to let her down softly, but
not today.  The boys were off on various Boy Scout campouts and we were
alone.  Her mother had called me earlier asking be if I could watch out for
her.  The way the little girl was dressed, left little to the imagination.
One thing led to another and I had one sexy little girl on my hands.

It began with her calling me Daddy and wanting to be in my lap all the time
or carried around by me, she got plenty of both.  I took her to work with me
and carried her everywhere, her eyes fascinated by everything she saw.  When
we returned to my office I sat her down on my desk and kissed her wanting
lips.  Quietly I told her I loved her, she blushed, her whole face turning
red.  I guess at that moment she decided to give herself to me completely.

     I wanted a daddy desperately.  All the other kids had one and it wasn't
fair that I didn't.  Maybe I had done something bad, maybe that's why I didn
't have a daddy!  I don't know what I could have done better, cause I never
had a daddy, not never.  There was just mommy and that was good, but I was a
little girl and needed a daddy.  Being a little girl around a mommy was
nothing special, I was like her, female, I had no questions, no feelings
left unanswered, and no excitement.  Then the man next door seemed to like
me, he had all boys, maybe he would like a girl for a change.  I played hard
for him and kept looking at him when I could.  He noticed me and pulled me
into his lap later, his arms around me, holding me tight.  He was a man, he
was a daddy and I wanted to cry and then he said it, he wanted to marry me.
Now nothing else mattered.  He was handsome and powerful and he smelled
good.  I kissed him and he touched my body like a daddy should.  I was in
love with this man and I wasn't sure he knew it yet.

     I didn't just want to take her home; I wanted some quality time with
her so I drove to a playground in a nice neighborhood.  We played on the
swings and got dizzy on the merry-go-round and the teeter-totter simply
could not be balanced to the both of us.  We sat at the base of an old oak
tree to rest, laughing.  When things quieted down she stood up and pulled
down her panties and stepped out of them, handing them to me.  I watched the
smile on her face as I held them to my nose, inhaling the fragrance of her
little girl body.  She stepped forward and raised her dress, then pushed her
hairless pussy to my mouth and let the dress drop.  I could see little now,
only the smooth flesh of a little girl, tented in her dress, between her
shapely little legs.  Her hands went to my head for support as her pussy
became wet with the stimulation I was giving her.

It was near dusk now and I pulled her panties up her shapely legs and thighs
and into place around her wetness and the globes of her butt.  The look in
her eyes I had seen only once before when I first fucked my wife.  It's a
look that comes only once and I had the pleasure of seeing it twice.  The
ride home was in silence, she was thinking.

     I walked her to her front door like we were on a date, and inside the
house her mother watched me kiss her daughter passionately, and smiled.
When the kiss finished she opened the door, her daughter's arms still around
me.

     "Care to bring him in and introduce him?"

     The little girl smiled and took my hand and we walked through the front
door.

     "This is my Dadd**, I mean the man down the street, he's got four boys,
you know!"

     The mother looked at her daughter and smiled.

     "I think she meant to say Daddy!"

     I guess it was my turn to blush.  She had me dead to rights and I
picked her daughter up and held her tight, her arms going around my neck and
I kissed her like my life depended on it.

    "Oh daddy, that was so nice."

     "Well, Daddy, why don't you come on in and set down.  And you honey,
its time for bed, go and take your bath and I'll come and tuck you in.  Now
as for you Daddy, go help her and when you are finished, we can talk.  Do
you like cream in your coffee?"

     Utterly stunned I climbed the stairs and went into the bathroom while
the little girl was undressing.  She immediately lit up seeing me and turned
to show me her naked body.  I licked my lips; she was beautiful in her tiny
way.  Her baby nipples stood out proud to be a girl's.  Falling to my knees,
I brought my lips to those pointed nipples and she gasp, letting the feeling
fill her with wonder as I sucked on them.

     "She is not going to get cleaned that way, Daddy; she needs to get into
the water, plenty of soap, not too hot.  I'll see you later."

     Finally washed and put to bed with plenty of kisses, I walked
downstairs and into the kitchen to join her mother.  I pulled the chair away
from the table and sat down, a steaming cup of black coffee appeared in
front of me, as she sat down too.

     "Tell you what I'm gonna do, she loves you and you love her.  You want
to be her Daddy?  That's okay with me.  You want to go further, fine; she is
the one to say no, not me.  But if you love her and then leave her I will
call the police.  Do you understand me?"

     "Yes!  Whatever you think of me, your daughter has also thought.  I
love her for what she is, a little girl, developing into a woman one day,
and if I can for one minute in her life make a difference, I want to be
there for her."

     "My God, you are in love with her!"

     Her cup tipped a little too much and her coffee spilled onto the table,
she was a little stunned herself.

     "Look, I did not bring her here tonight to be her Daddy; I brought her
here because this is where she lives, her home.  As she grows up and needs a
male influence, I will be there for her and that's all you need to know.
Now if you don't mind I will take my leave.  Thank you for the coffee and
your daughter, and goodnight."

     "Wait, I have been rude and condescending, I'm sorry.  Please don't
think that I object to your spending time with her, I just don't want her
hurt like I was."

     I asked her if she had more coffee and she giggled like a child
herself.  Sure she said as she literally skipped into the kitchen.  It was
time to hear her story and the night was still young.  As she moved I
noticed her gentle and sensuous curves, she was not a bad package herself.
She was not all that tall and nature had kept her breasts small, the way I
liked them.  My wife had small breasts and that always turned me on.  Moving
behind the woman as she fixed our coffee I let my hand rub her soft ass, and
then moved to cup her small breasts.  She shuddered and gasped for air that
was all around her.  There were no words, only feelings as she turned around
with that pouty look on her face.  She stood there; her arms at her side as
I unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall open.  Her bra held its clasp in
front and I undid it, letting her breasts free.  Christ, she needed no bra;
these babies were small and only needed a man's attention, which I promptly
gave to them.

Sucking on her breasts, she put her arms around my neck.

     "Oh Daddy, that feel so good, don't stop."

     Her breasts were barely more than her daughter's; she was still a child
herself.  I reached up under her dress and pulled down her panties.  There
was hair, but it was so sparse as not to be there at all.  As my fingers
moved up into her she nearly fell to the floor in submission.  There was
something beautiful about her now and the effort to take her was not wasted,
she needed this like a druggie needs a fix.  By morning I had two girls
sleeping with me and all the attention I ever wanted.



The End



A Simple Man Story

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