Soon after 9/11, my sister was called
to active duty. She had been in the reserves
for a few years and never really expected to
be called up, but she did not question the
need for her to serve. She is a single mom
and I had watched her daughter when she
drilled on weekends. We had also arranged
that I would take care of Brittany if Jo
were called up. So, I moved out of the dorms
at the University I attend and moved into
Jo's apartment. The arrangement was good,
even saving me a little money as I now could
live rent-free.
Brit and I have been close since she
was born. Her deadbeat father had left when
she was two, and I became an occasional
surrogate. A male junior in college, taking
care of a seven-year-old is unusual but not
unheard of. I had been spending summers and
vacations with Jo and Brit, so we adjusted
easily to the new arrangement. Brit really
missed her mother but, as she put it once,
"It's like mommy's on a really long drill
weekend."
Brit is a very quiet seven-year-old. In
fact, quiet is not nearly strong enough a
word. She is reserved. She doesn't hide, and
will talk openly and directly when engaged,
but she never babbles. I don't think I have
ever had to tell her to quiet down. She has
short blonde hair and a pretty face; all in
all she is generally normal. She has the
usual collection of dolls and stuffed
animals. Her relationship with the family
cat is strained. She really wants to love
the poor beast but, as always happens, a
middle-aged tomcat finds the love of a
little girl a bit too demanding. After a few
minutes of her affection, he will run off
with his tail twitching. I was to learn that
the love of this seven-year-old was a bit
much for a twenty-two year old man!
Brit and I settled into a regular
daily routine of school, meals, and chores-
life normal. We spent most evenings home.
Brit would watch TV while I studied. Her
bedtime was 10; I usually studied until
around midnight. One evening I was sitting
on the sofa reading while Brit watched a
cartoon channel. I had my legs stretched out
in front of me, crossed at the ankle. Brit
was sitting astride my feet, watching TV and
playing with a doll. She started rocking
back and forth on my leg; I really didn't
pay much attention until I noticed that she
was getting a little bit rough. That's when
I started watching her. She was holding the
toe of my shoe, pulling it against her tummy
and rocking back and forth, grinding the top
of my foot into her crotch. She was
masturbating with my foot!
Her movements got more and more
persistent and her breathing harder as her
hair started to stick to the back of her
neck. I found the whole thing kind of
amusing but I was also turned on by the
show. My tool started to firm under my
505's. Soon Brit caught her breath a couple
of times and then stopped. I guess she had
cum. She just kept watching the cartoon as
if nothing had happened. Thinking about it,
I realized that she masturbated while
watching TV fairly often. More than once I
had come into the living room during
Saturday morning cartoons and seen her
laying on her belly with her hands under
her, rocking back and forth. I just didn't
connect what she was doing.
When the cartoon was over I sent her
off for her bath and to get ready for bed,
but this time I followed her into the
bathroom. She pulled off her tee shirt and
then started the bathtub filling. Then she
striped off her shorts and panties. Brit is
about four feet tall and has short dirty
blonde hair. She was well tanned in the
summer, but by now most of the gold in her
skin had faded. You could still see where
her bathing suit covered (she had a one
piece) and the skin on her butt and chest
was white. Veins formed the shadow of a
spider web under the skin on her chest and
on the front of her hips. I had seen her
naked many times and had always admired the
beauty of her form. She was not fat or
skinny. The barest outlines of her ribs
could be seen on her sides. Her butt was
nicely rounded but still firm. In front, she
had full pussy lips, now they were a little
red after their workout. Her nipples were
pink nubs; it would be a while before they
started to develop into breasts. When she
squatted down in the tub to adjust the water
temperature, I got a glimpse of her clit.
The next evening (it was Thursday), I
picked up a movie for us to watch. This
evening I sent her to bath before we started
the movie, so we sat down to watch with her
wearing a nightee and panties. After a few
minutes she crawled into my lap. Again, I
was reading for a class. After a few minutes
I positioned her so she was sitting astride
my knee, facing away from me. When there
was a couple of cartoon Arabs running across
the desert on camels, I started bouncing my
knee up and down with the music. Brit
giggled and started pretending that she was
riding a camel too, bouncing with my knee. A
couple of minutes later, I stretched out my
legs, again crossing my ankles. Brit slid
down my shin and kneeled with my foot
between her legs. When a cute song came on,
I started moving my foot with the music and
we were off to the races! I was surprised at
how quickly Brit stared getting herself off.
She even pulled her nightgown up so the only
things between my ankle and her slit were
the thin cotton panties. Over the next
twenty minutes she must have cum three
times. Her panties were very damp against my
skin. Meanwhile, my rod had pushed up
against my gym shorts, its' outline was
clearly visible. When she got up, I could
see that she noticed it, she gave it a sort
of strange look, obviously not knowing what
to think. When she looked at my face, I
pretended to be engrossed in my book. After
she had gone to bed, I must have shot a
quart of sperm when I jacked off.
On Friday, I must admit, I set the
situation up. I had spent the day in a
horny, nervous state. I was actually glad
that I didn't currently have a girl friend.
I got home before the school bus dropped off
Brit and went to her room. Just as I had
suspected, there were only two pairs of
panties in her drawers. These found their
way into the clothes hamper. We went out for
pizza and then did some grocery shopping,
arriving home at about eight. Brit watched
some TV while I put the food away and then I
popped a disc in the DVD.
I had put a lot of thought into the movie
and decided on a silly comedy that both she
and I would like. When that one was over, I
sent Brit off to bath. About a half-hour
later she came back. She was naked, carrying
a nightgown. She complained that there were
no panties in her drawer. I told her that
they must all be in the laundry and that we
would wash in the morning, but for now she
could wear her nightee only. Brit accepted
this and sat down on my lap for the second
movie. This one was a little more grown up,
but was still ok for a second grader. It was
not long before Brit was masturbating on my
ankle again, but this time there was nothing
between us. Her smooth skin felt great, and
her wetness surprised me. I had once heard
that, "Little girls don't get wet, they just
get sticky." Whoever said that never met
Brittany.
After she had cum the first time I
pulled her up onto my knee. She reached down
to steady herself and put her hand right on
my stiff cock. She pulled it away. I told
her it was OK, and put her hand back on my
member. I was wearing a pair of shorts that
were held up with elastic and a drawstring.
They are made out of a soft fabric and are
quite loose fitting.
"Why is it hard like that?" she asked?
"Well, it's the same as when you get
all tingly when you're bouncing on my foot."
I said.
She giggled and looked embarrassed.
"Here, let me show you." I pulled off
my shirt and then lifted up and pulled down
my shorts. My dick sprang up. Brit looked at
it with a wry expression.
"Mommy told me that they get like that
when people have sex," she said.
"That's true. It happened because you
were rubbing your privates against me. Do
you like rubbing yourself like that?" I
asked.
"I don't know," she said, smiling.
"Has Jo told you about masturbation?"
"Mas-tur-ba-tion," she sounded out the word.
"What's that?"
"When you rub yourself watching TV."
Brit looked even more embarrassed, but
I decided to plow forward anyway. "Men and
women rub each other like that too, it
really makes you feel good."
She looked at my cock, which was
softening, slowly dropping down towards my
balls.
"Let my show you. Can I rub you?"
Brit shrugged, "OK."
I pulled her nightgown off over her
head and then sat her down astride my left
knee, facing away from me. I ran my hands up
her sides and over her chest, gently rubbing
her nipples. Then I pulled her back against
me, sandwiching my dick between her and my
stomach. She let out a little sigh when I
started running my finger up and down her
slit. Soon she was humping into my hand as I
stroked her stiff little clit. She was
getting more and more turned on, breathing
hard. As I rubbed her slit she got
surprisingly wet and I started pushing my
finger in between her lips and into her
little cunt, then pulling out as I moved up
to her clit. I was having real trouble not
blowing my wad on her back when she grunted
and shuddered. As she came, I pushed my
index finger into her vagina, up to the
second knuckle. She was sweaty and sort of
melted against me. I kept my finger in her
pussy, but did not move it. My balls were
about to explode but, with Superman effort,
I kept from cumming myself. She lay against
me, panting.
"Did you like that?" I asked.
"Ya," she murmured.
"Would you make me cum?" I asked. "Do
you know what happens when a man cums?
"I'm not sure," she replied with a sort
of wondering expression in her voice.
"Here, let me show you something," I
said. I stood her up and showed her my
penis. "When a man cums, he squirts some
white sticky stuff. Not a lot, just a
tablespoon or so."
"Do you pee?" she asked.
"It's not the same thing," I said.
"It's semen. It's what starts a baby growing
in a woman's belly. But you're too young;
you can't have babies yet. Any way, I would
have to cum up inside your slit, and yours
is too small for me to fit. But you can rub
me and make me cum."
"Ok," she said. She reached down and
started to stroke my dick. I told her to
wrap her hands around it and run them up and
down the shaft, concentrating on the head. I
told her that, when I started to cum, to
keep going until I said to stop. She watched
my face as she stroked my dick. She was
giving me a passable hand job when I got an
idea.
"Let me make you cum too," I said. I
turned her around and sat her down on my
lap. My dick was between her legs, extending
out in front of her. She was straddling my
dick, just like she had been doing with my
foot. "Let me rub you with my penis, then we
can both cum." I said. She knew exactly what
to do.
I started humping, the top of my dick
moving against her slit. She reached down,
pushing my dick against her slit and
bouncing up and down. She held my dick so
the head was against her belly. The wetness
of her little girl pus made everything
slippery as she pulled on my dick with both
hands while grinding her clit against my
rod. She started breathing harder, as did I,
the pressure building in my balls. She
leaned back against me; my face was above
her shoulder in her hair. I could look down
across her chest and see her hands cupping
my dick against the smooth skin of her
stomach. Her nipples were standing out above
her flat chest. I caressed them, running the
pad of my finger in circles around one while
I rolled the other between my forefinger and
thumb. She started to pant as we humped. She
would pull up on my dick and push back with
her hips. At the same time, I would thrust
forward, rubbing my cock head between her
hands and belly. Then she lifted her legs
up, putting a foot on top of each of my
knees. We must have made for quite a sight
and the thought of setting up a camera some
time ran through my mind. She broke out in a
sweat as the cum boiled in my balls. With a
short intake of breath, Brit came. At the
same time I blew my load into her hands and
onto her belly, firing seven or ten times.
Some drops of jez even shot across her chest
and onto her shoulder. She pushed the top of
my dick against her hairless cunt; the lips
spread wide to allow her clit to slide along
my tool. She shuddered over and over again,
having multiple orgasms. Her pussy juices
and my cum mixed to make her slide easily
back and forth along my shaft. She just kept
humping, sliding my dick along her slit. I
was long past climax and she was still
going! She was rocked by one orgasm after
another. From deep in her throat, a slow
growl, maybe a moan, came as she experienced
orgasm after orgasm.
Finally, after what must have been two
minutes of constant climax, she settled
down, melting against me. Her breaths came
in short pants. Her hair was sweaty and
matted. Meanwhile, that feeling of
relaxation ran through me. I had fired an
enormous load of jiz across her belly and
onto her chest. I cuddled her. Her whole
front was wet with my cum, her sweat, and
pussy juices. Her hair was stringy with
sweat.
"Damn, we need to take a shower after
that." I said.
I took her into the bathroom and turned
on the shower. Once I had the temperature
adjusted, we got in, but nothing really
clicked. I guess Brit just didn't realize
the possibilities: she didn't really respond
when I soaped her back and her chest. I was
not willing to force anything on her, so we
showered off and got out. After drying
ourselves off, Brit said she wanted to go to
bed, so I let her go.
After she had been in bed for about
five minutes, I went in and sat down next to
her. I had put my shirt and shorts back on;
she was covered under the blankets.
"Brit, are you OK?"
"Ya," she answered.
I was really afraid that she felt bad
about what we did, I certainly did not want
her to be scared of me or what I might do to
her.
"Did you like what we did? Are you
feeling good?" I asked.
"Don't worry, Tommy. I know that you
could get in a lot of trouble." She paused.
"At school they said that it's bad if anyone
does that-but I liked it. Was it bad?"
"No darling. It's not bad if it's what
you want. Did you like doing that?"
"Yes. It was wonderful." We sat in
silence for half a minute. Then she said,
"Would you do it again?"
I was totally shocked! Had I awakened a
little nympho? I reached under the covers
and was surprised to find that she was
naked. I started running my finger along her
slit and watched as she closed her eyes and
started to breathe harder. I pushed my
finger into her vagina. She formed an "O"
with her lips and writhed under the blanket.
I pulled the covers off of her and watched
her smooth pre-pubescent form rock as I
fingered her bald pussy. Her nipples were
contracted and stiff, just dark bebes on her
white chest. Her smooth white belly passed
down to her completely hairless crack. Her
pussy lips opened for my finger to run
between them. Brit had fat lips, her slit
extended up in front; it was more than just
a little crease between her legs.
Our earlier workout had slowed me down,
and my dick was firm but not fully erect. I
knew from experience that it would be a
while longer before I could really get off
again, so I decided that I would do my best
to make Brit happy. I leaned down and kissed
her left nipple. Then I ran my tongue around
the other one while pushing my finger deep
into her seven-year-old pussy. I could tell
she really enjoyed this. Brit wrapped one
arm around my neck, holding my face to her
chest, and she pushed my other hand harder
against her pus. I finger fucked her,
pushing my finger in and out as she breathed
harder and rocked against me. It was obvious
that this little girl knew what she wanted
and was not at all abashed about getting it.
I got up and moved to kneel between
her legs. While I was up, I stripped off my
clothes. When I moved back onto the bed, she
didn't know what I was doing, and I had to
tell her to spread her legs for me to
position myself. As soon as I started
licking her snatch she started to
uncontrollably hump her hairless pus into my
face. She bent her knees, pulling them up to
give me the best access to her. I ran my
arms up under her, lifting her whole body
below her shoulders as I tongued her clit.
When I pushed my tongue into her vagina, she
humped hard into my face and let out a very
loud "Ahhhh!" I had heard of "screamers"
before, but I had never dreamed of one that
was seven. Her orgasm continued as I tongue
fucked her. Her pussy juices ran down my
chin. She had a mild womanly taste-really
pleasant. My tongue ached after what must
have been three minutes of sustaining her
orgasm. Finally she stopped cumming and
relaxed.
I lay down next to her. By now my dick
was at full attention and I started humping
against her thigh. I figured that, at the
very least, I could get off on her
incredibly smooth and soft skin. She reached
down and held my tool, allowing me to slide
it between her hand and thigh.
"Brit, it would be really great if you
would suck me." I said. Immediately I
regretted saying that, I didn't know what
she would do.
She lifted herself up and looked at me.
With that wry smile I had seen earlier, she
said, "Ok."
I rolled onto my back as Brit scootch
down to my loins. She took my dick in her
hand and started to suck on the head. I was
amazed at how she seemed to know exactly
what to do. I humped into her face and felt
my cock-head hit the back of her throat. She
pulled back, but then sucked me right back
into her mouth.
"When I cum, just swallow it and keep
sucking until I stop you." I said as I
humped my dick into her mouth.
I don't know whether she heard me, but
she started sucking harder and bobbing
faster. She started breathing hard, blowing
hard through her nose. She was also grinding
her pus into my leg, humping it and getting
herself off. The jiz quickly built in my
nuts and I soon fired into her mouth. Brit
jumped at the same time, I don't know
whether it was because of the cum I was
shooting down her throat or if she was
cumming-probably both. As I had asked, Brit
just kept sucking, pushing me as far into
her mouth as I would fit. I fired load after
load of cum into her mouth. Little drops of
semen appeared at the corners of her lips as
she sucked harder than I could believe. I
fired again and again into her little mouth.
When I had finished cumming, I reached down
and lifted her chin off me. She looked up at
me and smiled, some of my cum was at the
corners of her mouth, a drop ran down toward
her chin. I pulled her little body up on top
of me and kissed her. My dick was wet
against her belly and thighs. I pushed my
tongue into her mouth. She tasted like my
cum, her mouth was slimy with jiz. We
cuddled and giggled.
Just before we dropped off to sleep,
she said, "I think I'm going to like having
you here, Tommy."