From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Seven-year-old Nympho 1 of 2  g7   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
      
   	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   
      
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