Message-ID: <20434eli$9903080703@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/20434.txt> From: sweets1140@aol.com (Sweets1140) Subject: Sweets at School, part four (M/f, ped, ws, mc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19990308030102.06061.00005019@ng90.aol.com> Sweets at School, part four As Sweets left the building, she heard a soft "boo" and turned to see the very man she was looking for. He was tall, tanned and shirtless. As he leaned down from the rake, he smiled and said, I've been waiting for you to come out and here you are! Sweets asked, how did you know it was me? The braids, he said, the braids on that white pillow. Oh, uttered Sweets as she exhaled breath she had held in waiting for him to answer that question. My braids? Did you see... anything else? Yes, he said, your freckles and... he paused before continuing, the nun's head was in the way, but maybe your knees? Why were you there like that, are you sick or something? No, not really, said Sweets, sometimes I pee a little and Sister knows how to fix it. He threw his head back and laughed loudly as Sweets felt her face redden. Piss, darlin' it is called piss, not pee. You piss your pants or piss in your bed at night? Not exactly, said Sweets, sometimes when I'm nervous, I leak a little. You piss, darlin' you piss. Say piss and see how easy it is. Sweets stammered, I can't say that, it sounds... Listen, little girl, it sounds like it sounds, pisssss! Listen, piss is what it is. Would you like to hear me piss so you can see why it should be called piss? Good heavens, no! Sweets began to feel nervous that people passing could hear what he was saying. She looked around and no one had stopped or looked in her direction. She felt excited for a minute that he would let her watch him... piss. But maybe that was not a good idea because she hardly knew him. But, then again, she had always wanted to see a man... piss. She could never catch her father doing it, just hear him in the morning when it came out fast and sounded like it splashed into the bowl. Sweets looked up him and he smiled that nice smile with those white teeth showing near his moustache, so dark and so pretty that she said, well, maybe, I would, but I'm not sure... Come with me, little girl, let me show you what I can do. He put the rake over his bare shoulder and walked by her. She saw his suspenders hanging down on each side, then his workboots not shined and his back all shining with sweat as he passed her and she fell in behind him as easily as if she did this every day of the week. Sweets could hardly keep up because his steps were faster and his big feet covered more ground. He did not look back right away, but stopped when she called out, wait up! He turned and saw her braids bouncing and the belt of her dress dragging on the ground behind her untied, then he noticed her socks slipping into her shoes and how red her face was. He stopped to let her catch up. Sorry about that, I forget that little people do not have my big feet-- Are you okay, want me to walk more slowly? Want me to carry you? No, she said, I'm a big girl! I can walk by myself, but you could wait up sometimes so I can catch up to you. Sweets felt out of breath for a minute and wondered if the warmth in her new white panties was sweat or pee, oops! piss, she thought--that was not so bad sounding the way he said it, but she could not say it aloud yet, but thinking it felt okay. In a few minutes, they reached the gardener's cottage. He started around the side beyond the flower beds and Sweets followed. He said, be quiet now because my father's home. He put his finger on his lips like he did at the window and smiled. Come here, honey, come here and let me show you. He moved toward a tree trunk. Sweets followed. He motioned her to stand beside him. She did. She heard the rake fall on the ground, then the sound of a zipper, then a kind of swish and a pop or something, so she looked. It was so red. It looked almost sore or like a huge worm or snake or something. It had edges, slopes, and a curve. The more she looked the prettier it seemed. She wished she had one like that. It was like something on fire or swollen. She asked him if it hurt, he said, no, it does not hurt; that is how it's supposed to look, except that it may take a minute to get started pissing because it was better prepared for... He stopped speaking and looked closely at Sweets. Is this your first look... are you afraid? Have you ever touched one? No, said Sweets, I always wanted to... but no one would let me. They said I was just a kid or too young or too small or... He said, how would like to hold it while I piss? Sweets was shocked, not at the word piss, but at the thought of holding which seemed wrong somehow, but nice, too, but maybe... He placed her hands around the shaft and kept his hands atop hers, then said, hold on, kiddo! Sweets held on and then jumped when it jerked before the flow started. She could feel the flow through the silk-satin cover. The veins and warmth were so nice to touch. Sweets felt the sweat between her thighs and hoped none dripped off her elbows. He sprayed onto the tree trunk. She marvelled at the pattern he made by moving their hands together. She wondered if the shower would make a rainbow; she imagined how warm it must be. She had thought it would be like, icky, but it wasn't. It was wonderful. When he spoke, she nearly missed what he said. Piss, see? Hear the sound? This is not pee; this is piss, darlin' hear it? She heard it finally and fully. It made her want to, bad. As the splash turned to a trickle, Sweets said, I have to go now. I could get in trouble at school. I was supposed to go right back to the dorm after clinic. I have to go, okay? Sweets wiped her damp hands on the front of her dress, then picked up the trailing belt and retied it neatly in back. She could not look at him at he put it away, zipped up and moved toward her. His hand under her chin caused her to look up. That was just for you, darlin'-- did you like it? Do you see why I say piss and not pee? Yes, Sweets said, now I have to go... May I? He smiled and chucked her chin, then tugged a braid. Of course! But be knowing I am here and would be pleased to show you anytime... His voice trailed behind her as she crossed the field back to the walking path. She did not see his father looking through the window. She broke into a run because she really had to go, now! sweets at school, part four swe399b.txt -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>