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Subject: {ASSM} Story: A Love for Brittany
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Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 01:10:03 -0500
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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 only the first part (possibly).



   This story contains: Mf pedo love



   A Love for Brittany

   BY The Lifetime Male Virgin

   Lifetimemalevirgin -at- yahoo.com





   She was a beautiful girl.  Not gorgeous mind you.  But she was very
beautiful, at least to me.  Oh sure, she had some flaws but don't we all.



   She had a little chubby stomach but she was by no means fat.  Also, she
had a very cute little ass.  When seeing her outside, there were several
things I noticed about her.  She seemed to love wearing blue jeans, and
jeans that fit very snuggly against her body.  The same for tight shirts
which made her breasts look larger than they probably actually were.  Also
she LOVED wearing clothing, whether it was pants or shirts with writing on
them.  Now clearly she wanted 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 that direction.



   Naturally, that wasn't the only appealing thing about her.  For her age,
she had descent sized breasts, yet she still looked like a little girl. 
She didn't dress like a pre-teen slut like many girls do in this day and
age.  I mean she didn't wear clothes that were very revealing in terms of
actual flesh.  She just wore clothing that accentuated both her butt and
her breasts.  If you couldn't guess, I am quite fond of a nice little ass
and nice tits.  Oh, and did I mention that she was 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 she
was around 4'7" and weighed approximately 115 pounds, although that would
just be a shot in the dark.  She had gorgeous long black hair and green
eyes.



   She seemed like such a lonely girl though.  I always saw 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 had 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 a few
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 not 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.



   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.  In fact, Elizabeth began asking if I could keep
Brittany at my house for two hour periods of time.  It would be when her
'girlfriend' came over.  During these times, Brittany 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.  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 mean, 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 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.  She had such an adorable voice.



   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 I'm not around you."

   "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.  And 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.  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."

   "Why not?  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 slow 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 respond.

   "I rub myself down here," she says while pointing to her pussy.  She
continues, "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 ž" 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 `cums'.  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 and it is what gets a
women 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, 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."

   "Really?"

   "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?"

   "I promise."



   She slid her bottoms down her beautiful legs and handed them to me.  I
wrapped them around my penis and slowly ran them up and down 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.  "Your 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 was very smart.



   She bent over and began to put on the swimsuit before I stopped her. 
"Would you please leave them off for awhile?" That beautiful smile returned
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."



   "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 saw her inspecting my cock closely.



   "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, "Brittany".  It was her mom calling her.



   I looked back at her and saw her pulling her panties on.  She had a
weird expression and then she said, "It's all wet and gooey." Then she
smiled.



   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
tomorrowl," she said.



   She kissed me again and got off and put her pants on and 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.



   .



   END OF PART 1



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