Message-ID: <20458eli$9903100427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/20458.txt> From: sweets1140@aol.com (Sweets1140) Subject: Sweets at School, part six (MM/f ws, ped, 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: <19990309115404.26000.00000054@ng-fd1.aol.com> Sweets at School, part six When Sweets reached her room at the dorm, Cindy was there to greet her. Where have you been? You dashed off after class and Sister Help of Christians was looking for you. She wants to schedule your treatments. Treatments, asked Sweets, what treatments? You know, the ones for wetting yourself, said Cindy. Oh, those. Well, I don't want to have them. She told me the choices and some sound awful. One is a catheter before bed, the other is like an electric shock and the other sounded like a buzzer thing or something. Cindy said, go for the buzzer thing. The other girls like that. Sister even lets them do it themselves after awhile. Hey Sweets, you look different, is everything okay? Yes, said Sweets, I was just in a hurry to get here. Have some homework to do before the supper bell rings. So, where did you go after class? Sweets mumbled and Cindy said, where? Sweets said, I took a walk and met someone. Who, who? asked Cindy. I can't say, yet, said Sweets. I just know he is nice and I want to keep it a secret. Sweets blushed and began putting away her books and supplies from the book bag. Oh, I see, said Cindy, you want to keep a secret. Well, maybe for a while but I know how to get it out of you, she giggled, then stopped when Sweets showed a shocked look on her face. Cindy spoke quietly, hey, hey, it's okay, I didn't mean anything by that, I was just kidding! Sweets felt tears in her eyes which made her mad because she did not want Cindy to think she was a baby. Cindy moved to comfort her. Sweets said, no, not now I want to be alone, if you don't mind. Cindy said, sure, kid. Then busied herself with the papers in front of her. Sweets said, don't be mad at me, I really want to keep just this secret, okay? Cindy nodded and went back to the papers on her desk. Sweets lay down and looked at the ceiling for a long time. She was thinking of the kind man with the pretty whiskers and how gentle he was and how much she wanted to sit on his lap some more. Just remembering the lap time made her wet. Those fingers of his pressing and rubbing on her panties. She could almost feel them. They felt wonderful. As Sweets recalled his touch and the softness of his beard near her face, she instinctively drew her knees together tight and wished he were there right now. She wanted his knees under her knees and his fingers stroking while she leaked for him as she just knew he wanted her to do. She loved that kind of old man. They were so gentle and did not want to shove things at her like the younger men did... The ones with those big hard, hard penises which pressed against her back in lines, the ones with bottles that pushed them against her buttocks when no one was looking; the ones that used mean words to make her blush and sweat when she rode on the subway and the ones who pinched, hard. She liked the old ones, those men that just wanted to look or to put a finger under the elastic and gently poke her pretty pussy which they kept talking about while they licked their lips and moved the finger until she squirted some and they said, that's a good girl, come on, do it again. She wanted the old man to put her on his lap and to play again. She couldn't wait until tomorrow after school. She wondered if his son would be there and whether his feelings would be hurt because she preferred his father to touch her bottom, even though holding that big warm penis while he pissed felt good, she just wanted the old man, the gentle one who made her tea and made her laugh while he opened his lap for her to sit so she could leak to her heart's content while he smiled and said, that's a good girl, let's have some more, can you give me a little more? His son was really nice. Maybe she could be with both of them, somehow. Her mind was racing as she pictured the son holding his penis while she sat on his father's lap and he put his fingers on her wet spot. That would be nice, she liked looking at his son's penis, but did not want it poking or hurting her. Maybe, there was a way... She would ask if father if she could watch his son while she sat on his lap and she... She paused to ask herself if sons and fathers touched each other like that. She would ask the father, he seemed like she could ask him anything without sounding stupid. She would ask him about such things and she just knew he would treat her like a grown-up and not say things like her father did, such as: what are you saying? Why are you asking such questions? Who are you hanging around with at school? Shame on you! Her father was really mean when she was curious about anything. He did not like her looking up his bathing suit that time on the beach. He became quite angry and yelled at her, but she just wanted to look up from where she was falling asleep on the sand while he stood over her. She just knew the gardener and his father would let her look and even touch, not like her father who was just a meanie. As she imagined herself in the company of the father and son, she dozed happily. She so looked forward to being with them both or one at a time again. She hoped they liked her, too. The thought that they might really, really like her helped her go into a sound sleep until the dinner bell sounded. Her dreams included wiggling on the lap of the father while the son sprayed piss on her legs while his father laughed and let him do it. Sweets was so happy. Sweets at School, part six swe3/99d.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>