Shayla

By Charlotte Simmons

Chapter 3

Over the next week, I must have jerked off a thousand times looking at those pedo pictures with that little black girl giving that man a blowjob and getting her tiny ass fucked and finishing with her baby pussy filled with man cream. I couldn’t wait to spend time alone with little Shayla! My balls ached for it!

Two days after I graduated, Sandy and I made arrangements for me to come over that night, the night before I was to actually start sitting Shayla and get my instructions. Shayla squealed in delight when she saw me enter the house and bounded into my arms squealing “Dabid!”

I cuddled her, hugged and kissed her as Sandy looked on in amazement. Sandy rubbed my shoulder and smiled saying “I can’t believe how much she loves you, David. You don’t know what it means to me to see a man love my child as much as you do and for her to feel loved by a man.”

She made me feel grown up when she referred to me as a man and I felt a twinge of guilt knowing that I was abusing her daughter. I quickly brushed that thought aside when I thought that Shayla liked and enjoyed the things we’d done together. To her, I made her feel good. I gave her those special feelings between her legs and although she didn’t understand the implications, she definitely enjoyed it and didn’t want it to end. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have kept the secret, right?

I replied warmly, “Sandy, I don’t know what it is about Shayla, but she’s very dear to me and I love her a lot.”

“Well, I’ll say one thing: she certainly has good taste.”

“Stop it, you’re embarrassing me.”

“Don’t be so touchy, David, I meant it as a compliment.”

Sandy then proceeded to take me to the kitchen and show me that she would sometimes have Shayla’s meals prepared and in the fridg. I told her that since I was alone so much at home, I could cook and didn’t have a problem fixing both of us something to eat. Sandy got a wry smile on her face and said, “Cute, loveable and can cook? Boy, you’re gonna be a nice catch someday.”

From there we went to the bathroom where she showed me the little potty chair she was using to train Shayla. She had me remove Shayla’s diaper and sit her on the potty and try and coax her to pee. Knowing we played our secret game, Shayla spread her legs open wide and looked me in the eye and smiled. My dick was so hard it throbbed in my jeans as I saw her fat honey colored peach open and on display. I took her left foot in my hand and began to fondle it and asked her softly, “Shayla, can you go pee-pee for David?”

She smiled around her thumb and silently nodded. I gently rubbed her foot and she began to pee. It started as a couple of drops, then a tiny trickle that turned into an amber colored stream. I just wanted to lift her up and suck the piss right out of her! When she’d sputtered to a finish, I took some toilet paper and gently wiped her soft fat pudgy pussy. I picked her up and hugging her to me and complimented her saying, “That was wonderful, Sweetheart. I’m so proud of you! I love you, Princess.”

Sandy stood in the doorway watching with a smile on her face. “That was perfect, David. See, she really wants your approval and affection. You are so unbelievably gentle with her and I’m touched by your tenderness.”

Sandy then directed me to Shayla’s bedroom where I powdered her and put a diaper on her. From there, we went to the living room and sat on the sofa to talk. Shayla climbed up on my lap, again straddling me, wrapped her arms around me and melted into me as her mother and I talked. We talked of the routine and timetables of both my daytime and evening shifts. When she worked graveyard shift, I would basically sleep in her guestroom and just make sure Shayla slept through the night without any problems.

At eight o clock, we went back to the bathroom for Shayla’s bath. After filling the tub with bubbles, I undressed Shayla and set her in the tub. Seeing her completely naked for the first time, a shudder of excitement washed over me and I came in my shorts. She was my perfect, tiny little chocolate dream girl. We played with a few of her water toys before getting down to business. Sandy sat on the toilet while I knelt next to the tub and she showed me the baby wash and her shampoo and conditioner. She told me to wash her hair every three days or it will dry out. She said to me, “You can use a washcloth, but I don’t. It’s a little rough on her vulva so I use my hands. Are you shy about touching her there?”

“Kind of,” I replied, pretending to feel apprehensive about touching Shayla’s precious bits. “I don’t want to hurt her or frighten her.”

“Just be gentle with her, that’s all. When you wash her front, gently wash the outside and then gently slide the length of your finger through her folds a couple of times. Do the same with her bottom and gently rub her anus a couple of times to make sure she’s clean. Rinse her vulva thoroughly with water because soap can cause a rash. Understand? Oh and another thing, when she goes poo in the potty, be sure to wipe her from front to back – not the other way around. We don’t want any fecal matter getting in her little vagina and causing an infection. “

“I understand,” I replied shaking my head.

The whole time we were talking, I was rubbing my little lover’s body. I stood her up and began to soap and wash Shayla’s soft little pussy. She silently smiled at me with her thumb in her mouth as I rubbed her baby pussy a few times. When I touched her tiny pucker, she giggled. I then slashed some water on her, sat her back down and rubbed her pussy and butt crack again to make sure all the soap was gone. When we were finished, I picked her tiny foot up out of the water and began to suck on her tiny toes. She giggled and splashed. We horsed around for a few minutes then I picked her up out of the tub and wrapped her in a towel.

Sandy again walked me to Shayla’s bedroom and I laid my baby lover on the changing table, Sandy showed me where her nightshirts were. She said that Shayla has plenty of clothes, but like to be dressed lightly, so usually she only wears her T-shirt and diaper. She hated wearing shoes. I powdered and diapered her and put her in a clean nightshirt. I leaned over and gave her a peck on the lips and said, “I love you, Shayla. It’s time for beddy-by, okay?”

“Okay. I wuv you, Dabid.”

“And I wuv you too!” I replied as I rubbed noses with my giggling girlfriend.

I laid Shayla in her crib, covered her up and kissed my finger then touched it to her lips. Sandy turned on the nightlight and we left, Sandy pulling the door closed as we were leaving. We moved to the living room and talked some more about Sandy’s work schedule. She showed me where all the emergency phone numbers were on the desk, her work number at the nursing station and her cell number.

Once seated on the sofa, Sandy remarked, “I noticed, David that you are very confident and that you are gently dominant in the way you handle her. You seem to know intuitively what she wants and needs. I must say, that’s a trait females of all ages are attracted to.”

Blushing, I replied, “You’re certainly mistaken, Sandy. I don’t have a clue what girls think about or need. In fact, whenever I think about approaching or talking to a girl, I almost have a panic attack.”

“You don’t realize the power within you, David. If you can be the way you are with Shayla, you can do the same thing with any girl and she’ll respond.”

“I wouldn’t know. In fact, you and Shayla are the only two girls I can talk to without panicking.”

“That’s a start, David, that’s a start. It’s just that you don’t realize how many women would love to feel your direction. Well, now that I’ve thoroughly embarrassed you, I guess I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Stop that Ma’am stuff. I’m not that much older than you and it makes me feel like an old hag.”

“All right, Sandy.”

“That’s better.”

As I was walking to the door to leave, she said to me, “David, she usually gets up around seven-thirty so be here by six-thirty when I leave. You don’t know how much this means to me to know Shayla’s in such good hands.”

“I’ll try my best.”

“And that’ll be enough, I’m sure.”

“Good night, Sandy.”

“Goodnight, David.”

As I was walking home, I was already harder than a two-foot poker. I couldn’t wait to wake up and spend the entire day with my little lover.