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Sweets Stories: Part 20

When Sweets arrived home from the early children's mass, saw that her Daddy was
getting ready upstairs for his attending the later mass. As he went back and
forth from his room to the bathroom between his room and that of the boarder,
she decided to stand at the bathroom door and speak with him as he shaved with
the door open.

When she arrived and leaned on the door jamb, she saw he had already lathered
his face.
He looked into the mirror and saw her behind him tugging on one his hanging
suspenders as he stood there in his sleeveless undershirt. He turned and said,
how are you doing?

She said, fine, Daddy and hesitated before she began speaking again.

Daddy, may I be excused from lunch here today?

Sure, Sweets, what's up?

Well, she began, I met a new friend named Doreen and she invited to her house
for lunch and I said yes without thinking that I should ask you first.

Doreen, said he, that is a new name. Where do you know her from? 

Well, said Sweets, she goes to my boarding school and she has been at camp this
summer and I saw her in the Variety store and we started talking and...

He interrupted, sounds all right to me...do you know who her parents are?

Only that her father manages some theaters around here, replied Sweets.

Well, it should be all right this time, but be sure to be home on time for
supper?

Yes, Daddy, I will, said Sweets then she lingered to watch him shave.

For some reason, her eyes bothered him today as she looked toward the mirror
and he looked back. It reminded him, naw, that could not be...she was so young
at the time and he did stop that game before she was four. 


But something about her eyes on him like that made him feel a little guilty
remembering what he felt the first time during that heat wave when he went by
her crib and she was laying there without her diaper on and he caught sight of
her sweating and kicking her feet in a scissors movement.


He paused to look closely at the pink plump bottom and that slit between those
cushions and noticed she was sweating there, too. He had this overwhelming urge
to put his finger on that slit and just hold it there while her legs went up
and down. 


He nearly fainted as he thought about doing it and wondered whether he could
get away with it. What if someone caught him with his finger tucked in like
that?


His dizzyness passed and he looked up and down the hall where all were
sleeping, then he moved closer, shut the door and took a deep breath to clear
his head as he felt faint again and could feel his erection growing just
looking at those pink plump cheeks on her baby pussy. 


He stood still feeling his erection beginning to throb, then moved closer, put
one hand on her head, then put the other hand above that baby pussy.  He spoke
softly and she giggled back at him and kept moving those legs so her pussy
flashed in and out of her view.


By now his erection began to hurt him and he just knew he had to get his finger
in place before he keeled over from excitement onto the floor. Rubbing the top
of her head with one hand, he slowly moved his other hand onto that moist
sweating pussy and held still again. 


Then he turned the pussy hand over and laid one long finger on top of the cleft
and held his breath. Her legs slowed and stopped and she looked at him, then
began moving her legs again while his finger seemed to slide between the
warmest, wettest tiniest lips he had ever seen. 


He groaned aloud as he began to come in his pajamas. He felt the spirts
splashing around as his penis jerked around like a wild snake between his legs
and against his abdomen.


He was frozen to the floor, could not move his hands or that finger away from
that slit sliding on his finger as her legs kept moving around. He knew he had
died and gone to heaven even as he felt the trickle down his legs and knew he
needed fresh pajama bottoms. 


Every movement of her legs while his finger rested in that cleft drove him
wild. He could not believe how excited he was, he had never known such
excitement even when his Nanny had tickled his testicles when he was little to
make him go to sleep which was engraved on his memory because she continued
doing that long after he stopped drinking a bottle. 


He remembered taking her hand and putting it on his testicles when he sat on
her lap long after he needed rocking to get to sleep and how she always knew
what to do to make him happy.


He wondered if his baby girl felt like he did when he was little, then he began
to move his finger up and down in her slit while her legs kept moving. She
seemed to not mind his finger on her like that.  The lips seemed to close
around his finger from time to time as if she was clasping that finger somehow.


She kept smiling and he kept smiling and the heat wave outside seemed to be
inside between her legs and his at the same time. Then he heard a noise like
someone going into the bathroom, withdrew his finger, found a diaper and put it
on as fast as his shaking hands would allow. 


He left her table light on as he had found it, then opened the door and raced
to his bedroom to find clean pajama bottoms before his wife left the bathroom. 
He had never moved so fast in his life.


He was certain he would caught wearing those wet bottoms, then certain he would
be caught changing them, then afraid they would be seen draped to dry on the
edge of the hamper, them more afraid that his heart pounding like that could be
heard all over the house.


He turned on his side and held his still throbbing penis as if he were asleep.
His wife returned and she lowered herself to her side of the bed and began to
snore softly to his great relief. 


Eventually he began to breathe normally and review what happened. He could see
her smiling up at him as his erection returned....


to be continued...

Sweets Stories: 1/98g

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