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 Part 8:

Sweets remained seated while Sam sat on the edge of his desk with his eyes
looking over her head for several minutes. She watched his leg swing back and
forth and noticed he
had really long socks on because his pant leg rose and she could still see
socks. 


She wondered if men wore knee socks like she did with her school uniform. Her
knee socks came up to where her pleated plaid skirt ended at her knee. She
thought about how the nuns were always checking to be sure the girls did not
roll their skirts at the waist so their knees showed above their knees socks. 


She remembered when her friend Tammy did that and got caught. Sister Ralph took
Tammy to the cloak room and paddled her. Tammy said it was not so bad. Sister
Ralph let her stand up and hold her skirt up while she paddled her on her
underpants and the back of her legs. It did not hurt much; Tammy showed Sweets
where the welts were on the backs of her legs and Sweets felt sorry for Tammy.
Tammy laughed it off and said, someday I will tell you a story about my Grandpa
and how he cured my tummy aches. Sweets made a note to herself to ask Tammy
about that story when she went back to boarding school this fall.


Sam stood up and went around to the chair behind his desk and began speaking to
Sweets.


Let me give you some background information, first, Sweets so you know why
Charlie and the other guys like little ones like you. You see, girls grow up
and become women whom we love and enjoy, of course, because women are just
wonderful. The problem is that some men spend all their time hunting for the
cunts of these women and some of these women become hunters themselves.


Charlie and I and the other guys like these kind of hunters for when we are
married or just playing around. Hunter cunts really know how to give a guy a
good time. Some of them wear us out and wind up with each other and all sorts
of tools that hunters use to bag their quarry, we like that and it is fun for
the most part. 


But some of us got together one night over at the vet's club and we talked
about how tired we were getting from all those hunter cunts chasing us all the
time and making us too tired for anything but a long soak in a tub after their
games day in and day out. 


We agreed that we wanted something else, something sweet that needing taking
care of, something to water and play with like when we were little and played
doctor or looked at our sister's pussy when she was asleep or let us when she
was awake. We all agreed that we just loved pussy and that we would be nice to
any that we found. 


Charlie opened his store as a front for collecting the pussies we wanted. When
you showed up to read the comic books and look for some candy, Charlie, who is
good at this, saw your potential.  Am I making sense to you, Sweets?


Sweets nodded...that explains why Eleanor talked about others in the
neighborhood..some
of what she said is beginning to...Sam interrupted..Eleanor was one of our
first pussies, Sweets, she and my daughter were friends. 


Eleanor grew up kind of fast because many of us did not know then what we know
now about taking care of little pussies. Some of us had old ideas about hunting
cunts stuck in our head. 


We did things to Eleanor that made her want more than was good for her and good
for us. Sometimes we treated her like a little boy and put things inside her
which were not good for her. We later learned that we should use boys for those
games. 


In the meantime, Eleanor got kind of boyish and even when we like to watch what
she did to the other girls and boys, we realized that we had lost control of
her. She became a regular hunter cunt and we could not use her the same way any
more.

Am I talking too fast here, Sweets, can you follow what I am saying?

Sweets nodded, yes, Sam, I think I know what you are talking about and I do
know what you mean about Eleanor. She kind of made me nervous and I felt a
little afraid of her after awhile. I was glad she left me alone. She said I was
too much work and made me cry
because she poked at me and laughed at my pussy in front of Charlie.

Sam cooed at Sweets, poor baby, none of us will ever laugh at your pretty
pussy...we know
what it needs and we are all nice to them, not like Eleanor. Sometimes they
need a little
spanking, but we always kiss them all better, do you know what I mean?

Yes, Sam, said Sweets. Charlie did that to my pussy today!  Sam said, I know,
he called me and explained why he had to do it, but that you were such a good
girl, maybe I could help you, too.  Would you like that?  Would you like to
show me your little pink pussy?

Sweets asked, are you sure it is OK? Will Charlie get mad at me? 

Sam said, Charlie wants me to see your pussy, Sweets, he knows how I love baby
pussy, too. He remembers my daughter who had the sweetest pussy in the world.
He remembers my stories about her and shares my keen appreciation for being
nice to baby pussies.

Why don't you hop up on this desk, honey, and let me take a look?  Sam began
clearing the top of the desk to make room for her to lie down. Sweets
hesitated, but Sam was so nice and the door was locked so that awful Jim would
not come back in...maybe...

to be continued.

Sweets Stories 12/97c

Part 9:
Sweets watched Sam snap up the sides of the desk so the desk was wider. One
side had 
small metal circles into which Sam told her to put her feet as he helped up
onto his desk.


He put a couch throw pillow at one end for her head and another half way toward
the circles and showed her how to lie with her knees bent up and to scoot down
toward the circles where her feet would go. When she was in place, he asked her
to scoot down close to the circles and to open her knees wide.


She felt a little afraid and he had to push her knees apart and soothe her for
a few minutes. He moved his rolling chair around to the side where the circles
were to begin his inspection.
 

First, he patted the wet spots on her white cotton panties and said, that is
good, Sweets, you are leaking a little. Do you have to go pee? Can you hold it
for a little while? This will not take long. Sweets nodded and squirted a
little more and his hand patted her panties while the wetness came through. 


You are such a good girl, Sweets, you know what I want here, don't you? Sweets
said, Charlie likes it when I squirt, do you like it too? Sam smiled, Sweets, I
love it and when we finish here, I will help you squirt alot, OK?


He began speaking as he tugged on her panties. Sweets, try to relax, this is
like the doctor's office.  Have you been to a doctor who put you on his table
like this? Sweets replied, yes, when I was little and my bottom was sore, the
doctor put a light behind his head and used
rubber gloves and some jello stuff so my bottom would not hurt. 


Sweets, I have no rubber gloves today and I promise to be gentle. Where did he
put his fingers, honey? Sweets said, he touched my pee hole which was sore and
looked at it, then he put a finger inside, you know...then he rubbed my tummy
while his finger was inside. 


Sam said, will you let me do that, too? By then he had her panties near her
ankles and lifted her legs one at a time to remove the panties which he sniffed
and set aside. Using his forearms to keep her legs from closing, he put both
hands onto her pussy and stretched open 
her tiny lips and put his face close to her pee hole. His warm breath made her
squirt a little.


Sam said, hold it baby girl, hold it for now, just let me look at what we have
here. He touched the lips and then moved his finger down to her anus and gently
touched where it puckered, then stopped. Sweets, he said, I have no jelly to
make this easy for you, but I can wet it with my tongue, can you hold still
while I do that? Sweets nodded a yes, Sam lifted her bum up and leaned into
where his tongue was headed and said, are you ready, baby?


She felt his tongue go inside the puckered place and it was warm and did not
hurt. Then his finger followed his tongue and that hurt a little, she squirmed
and Sam said, hang on, pretty girl, it is almost over, then he pushed his
finger way in and held it there. He kept his eyes and his other hand on her
pussy which began to leak a little. Then he lowered his face and put his mouth
on her pee hole and blew some warm air from his mouth into the opening.


She liked that. She held still while he began sucking on her pee hole with his
finger in her bottom even though she wanted to wiggle and squirt at him. He
lifted his head and asked, are you all right, baby girl? Will you give me some?
Will you give Sam some of your juice?


He put his mouth back on her pee hole and waited until the drops arrived, then
the flow began and he sucked harder holding her still from moving. She liked
that. She wanted to squirt for him and move for him and not move for him. The
sucking was the best part and she wished he would not stop, but he did. His
mouth was shiny and wet and he kept licking his lips and smiling. 


Sweets, you have some primo pussy there, the boys are going to just love you,
baby girl, they are going to just love your pussy, my Sweets. How do did you
like that, he asked as he pulled his finger out and patted her wet pussy.


Sweets said, Sam, I liked what you were doing, why did you stop?  I have more
ready.  Do you want some more? Charlie makes me do it until there is no more
and the little pain comes.  


Sam said, Charlie gets greedy, honey, I can wait awhile while the little pussy
cools off, can you feel how hot it is? Sweets reached to touch her bottom and
Sam said, no, baby,
that is not for you to touch, just lie still and feel it throbbing like your
heart beats and notice how it feels when the air hits it while it is open. 


Sweets had some questions and Sam said, go ahead and ask. Sweets asked why this
felt so good and why Sam and Charlie did that when her Daddy did not do that,
her Daddy probably did not know that it was good for her like Sam and Charlie
knew, could that be why he did not do that? 


Sam thought for a moment, then said, Sweets some Daddy's want the hole beneath
your pretty pee hole because they do not know this one is better for the little
girls like you. They just do not know what Charlie and I and the other men know
about baby girls. 


Some of them remember when they changed their daughter's diapers how the pretty
little pussy would be wet and warm just like the diaper in their hands. They
wanted to put their mouth there, but the Mommys were watching. 


They did not want the Mommys to get jealous or think that the Daddys liked the
baby girl's pussy, too. Not for the same reason they liked the Mommys pussies,
but because the baby girl's pussy was just so cute. 


Some Daddy's put on white ointment and rubbed it into the grooves when the
Mommys were not watching, they put their fingers inside the puckered place and
right into this slit, like this..and he moved his finger around her pee hole so
she squirted some more. 


Other Daddys put on lotion or powder then made sure none got into these grooves
here... and he moved his finger up and down until she wiggled and dripped
again. The Daddy's that liked to play with the baby girl's pussy did not tell
anyone, they eventually just stopped doing that and the baby girl's missed it
and some of them rubbed their pussies onto their Daddy's lap when they played
horsey on his knees. The Daddy's liked that and wanted to give their baby girls
a ride but Mommys and other people said they were too old to be doing that. 


Sweets said, Sam, I know what you mean! My Daddy would not let me do horsey on
him after awhile and I wanted to and they all made me get down and told me to
stop sucking my thumb and behave myself.  I remember just what you are saying!


Sam said, Sweets, the inspection is finished and I am pleased to inform you,
little girl, that we have many Daddys waiting just for you.  You do not need to
ask your regular Daddy for the sweet stuff anymore. We have so many nice Daddys
for you, even nicer than me and Charlie.  Would you like some of them to play
with you?  Sweets said, yes! 

to be continued.

Sweets Stories 12/97d

Part 10:


Sweets Stories 1297e

Sweets really liked Tom, the man who ran the toy and comic book store even
though he was younger than Charlie. He let her touch his fingers where the tips
were missing and he said he like her doing that. She had not seen him since
that time he leaned against her and held her hand on his hand. She decided to
go to his store and visit him. 


When the door bell signalled that she had entered, she saw a boy come out from
between those counters where she knew Tom sat. The boy brushed by her and went
out while that bell was sounding, then Tom's face appeared somehow in the
mirror up high and in back at the same time that he looked toward the door. He
seemed glad to see her.


She walked back to where his chair was and stood in front of the comic book and
toys rack on the wall across from him. He had taken his seat behind her. She
started to  reach up for a comic on the shelf above her while she said, Hi,
Tom, how are fingers today? He laughed out loud, you remembered! 


Sweets said, of course. Tom rose to stand beside her and held out his hand.
Would you like to see for yourself how they are?


Sweets looked at his hand and noticed the scars were red today. She asked
whether they hurt. Tom replied, some days, the weather, some days, the cleaning
solutions make them sore and hot.  Would you like to make them all better?


Sweets paused and touched one with one finger, Tom said, right there, that is
just where it hurts!  She stroked the scars on that finger with her smaller
finger and thought she felt a squirt. She hoped he did not notice that touching
his scars made her squirt.


He held out the other fingers for her inspection. Then she touched each one,
one at a time while his eyes closed and he leaned against her. She did not feel
afraid. She liked watching him smile that way with his eyes closed and she
liked how he smelled of men's cologne and sweat so close to her. 


She kept on touching and stroking the scars as one whole finger pointing
straight at her. It reminded her of something...Tom spoke very softly, you know
how much I like this, don't you? It takes all the soreness away and makes them
cooler when you do that. You are such a good girl to do that for me, did you
know that? 


Sweets blushed.  Tom said, you are so pretty when you go all pink like that.
His other hand reached for one of her braids laying on her chest. Tom took his
time lifting the braid, then pulled her toward him and she barely balked. He
was so nice and round and soft to be near, the bottons of his shirt had threads
hanging from them, the button holes were frayed, she wondered if he was married
and guessed not. He probably lived with his mother or maybe by himself.


He pressed her face against his chest while looking down the aisle toward the
front door. She felt a little squished and tried to wriggle away. He held her
fast.


He said, you are such a sweet thing, is there anything you would like? Is there
anything I could give you for being so nice to my sore fingers? Then he
released his hold and looked down into her eyes. She said, can I use your
bathroom? I have to go pee right now. Tom said, sure, it is in the back. Don't
mind the mess, New stock arrived and there are boxes everywhere, don't trip,
the light is on the right as you go into the toilet room. 


She found her way and closed the door and sat down to pee. She looked straight
ahead at the door which had holes in it all in a row. She thought she saw
movement but then light changed as if someone had passed it. She figured Tom
was out where those boxes were piled all around. She had to wait for the pee to
start, then she finished, pulled up her underpants and turned to flush. The
door opened.


Tom stood in the doorway. He said, hold on a minute, Sweets, your dress seems
to be caught in your panties, here, let me help. He was behind her before she
could turn around. 


He spoke into her ear. Sweets, can I look at your bum? Sweets did not move. He
repeated the question and without answering, Sweets bent over and pulled her
pants down, then held onto the seat while he moved her dress up out of his way.
He went down on his knees and put one hand on each part and opened her wide.
She said, Tom, is that looking? He said, yes, pretty girl, this is looking, now
hold still, I have something for you. She stood bent over quietly waiting for
what he had.


She felt his tongue enter her anus and tried to move away from it. It felt
stuck there. He pushed more of it in, then out and said, relax, little girl,
let Tom in, let Tom tongue your little hole. She did not want to relax, she
wanted that tongue to get out of her. He began to move it in and out and was
pushing her head against the toilet box. 


She said, Tom, please, my head hurts when you push in like that, please stop
doing that? Tom withdrew his tongue and kissed her buttocks one by one and
stood up. She pulled up her panties, he pulled down her dress and he left the
room. 


She stood there remembering the part that did not hurt when her head hurt. The
hole felt nice and wet, maybe that was not so bad. He did stop when she told
him to stop and he was really nice and she felt sorry for his scars on his
fingers and wanted him to smile like he did while she was touching them. 


She felt confused. Why would Tom want to put his tongue in there? That was
where she pooped. She could not understand why Tom, gentle round Tom, would
want to put his  tongue in where she pooped. Old men were strange, she thought,
Charlie and Sam wanted her pee hole and Tom wanted the other hole. She walked
out to the main store and could not see him right away. He had returned to that
seat out of sight.


She passed down the aisle without looking at him and let the door with bells
ringing slam behind her.

Sweets Stories 1297e

Part 11:
Sweets Stories 12/97f

When Sweets got to Charlie's store, she saw the boy who ran out of Tom's store
when she visited Tom. He was behind the counter reading a comic book. Charlie
was leaning on the 
glass top of the candy counter resting his head on his crossed hands looking
toward the street. The door bell sound seemed to startle Charlie who looked up
and saw Sweets.

Charlie asked, how did it go? You got to meet Sam, OK?  Yes, Charlie, she
said...then whispered, who is that boy over there? Charlie said, that is my
youngest son, Chuck, would you like to meet him? 

At the sound of his name, Chuck, looked up, recognized Sweets and put his
finger to his lips as if to seal them and keep a secret. Sweets decided not to
say where she had met him before. 

She said, Hi, Chuck!  When Charlie looked his way, he pretended to keep reading
as if he had not heard her greeting. Charlie yelled at him, Chuck, take your
nose out of that comic book for a minutes and say hello to Sweets, here? 

Chuck looked up with a hello Sweets and went back to reading. Charlie said, can
you two mind the store, I want to get a slice of pizza up the street, be back
in a flash.

Chuck gave him a go Dad, I will be here, and returned to his reading.

As soon as Charlie left, Sweets asked Chuck, what is the secret? Chuck said, I
don't want my father to find out you saw me at Tom's. 

Sweets said, how come? Chuck said, do you know about Tom and what he does to
the boys in our gang?  No, said Sweets, what does he do? Chuck said, he sucks
us off.  Sweets said, what do you mean? Chuck said, usually three or four of us
go, not like me alone today, and he does eenie, meanie, minny moe on our dicks
and picks one and sucks it off while we count the beats. 

Sweets said, you mean, he touches you down there and puts his mouth on it? 
Yeah, said Chuck, he's good, too, we all like it, he is better than any girl
around here. Sometimes, he lets one of the bigger guys stick it in his ass,
that is really funny, cause Tom has a big ass and we have hold him open while
the big kids find his asshole...it is really funny sometimes..they laugh so
hard, they can't even do it to him and sometimes he cries or something while
they try to get it back up so they can put it in. 


Sweets asked, who is in your gang, how old? Chuck said, I'm the youngest and I
am thirteen, the others are like fourteen and fifteen, one guy who got kept
back is sixteen, he has the biggest dong of all of us, he gets sucked off the
most...but we are learning how to stretch it out so it looks longer while he is
counting. 

Sometimes, he lets me come back when the other guys are gone for a special
treatment. He likes to ream out my ass with his tongue while I bend over, he
holds onto my balls and it sure feels good. Can't get a girl to do that even to
the older guys, girls are weird about stuff like that. You can do it to them,
but they don't return any favors at all. Tom is handy to have around to get
your rocks off with.   How well do you know Tom?


Sweets said, not too well, but I liked him and his scarred fingers until today.
He pushed his tongue in to my bum and I was not ready and it felt like it was
stuck so I told him to stop.


Chuck laughed, boy, wait till the guys hear that, they figured he was just a
fag who did not like girls...maybe he just likes any old assholes. Sweets said,
that is not nice, maybe he just made a mistake cuz I was there and you weren't.
 It felt big and I was surprised, that's all, my head was being banged on the
toilet box, that is the part that hurt. The other part was not that bad really.
Chuck laughed, but you have no balls, what did he work his hand on?


Nothing, said Sweets, he did not touch my bottom, there. Chuck said, if he is
as good on you as he is on my balls and my dick, then you'd like it.  He really
knows his stuff.


Sweets said, but you are only thirteen, not big like a man, are you sure he
does that stuff? Hey Sweets, I got enough to give him a handful, wanna see?  He
began unsnapping his jeans, Sweets said, well maybe, I haven't seen anyone
thirteen, well, maybe, OK. 


Chuck pulled his penis out through his briefs and Sweets giggled...that looks
like a washed out crayola crayon, those big kind with the ridges on the side
and cone top...that looks weird, more like a baby's than a man's...Chuck said,
but it works, Tom makes it work and I know how to work it just like the other
guys in the gang. You wanna touch and see how it feels? Sweets reached her
forefinger over and touched the shiny top...still looks like a crayola giant
size crayon to me.

Chuck asked, hey, can I see yours? Sweets thought about it while he waited for
an answer..
well, maybe, a little, but not the whole thing, not here in the store...Chuck
said, no one can see from outside or over these counters, go for it! 

She put the hem of her dress up under her chin, pulled her panties down in
front and he gazed awhile and said, lot smaller crack than Tom's ass....he
laughed, and no hair on it...all girls supposed have hair on their pussies..

Sweets said, I am almost ten and I will have hair in a couple of years. Chuck
said, can you open the crack and give a shot of what is under the fat parts? 
Sweets said, OK, let me tuck my dress up or maybe you could hold it up out of
the way? Chuck said, sure, let me help.

Chuck leaned down while Sweets held the lips open and then he said, looked like
you peed a little, it is wet there...but, not much to it, is there? I think I
like dicks better, there is more to them...what do you think about that?

Sweets let go the lips and pulled up pants and said, well, old men like it!
They don't like dinky little dicks like yours. They like to suck on my pee
hole, ha, ha, on you!

The doorbell sounded and Chuck pocketed his penis in a hurry...don't tell my
Dad about Tom or this stuff, it would make him beat me...promise?  Sweets said,
I promise.

Sweets Stories  1297f
 


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