Message-ID: <20507eli$9903130425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/20507.txt> From: sweets1140@aol.com (Sweets1140) Subject: Sweets at School, part nine (MM/f, 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: <19990312125741.01321.00000095@ng-fd1.aol.com> Sweets at School, part nine Theo queried Paul whether the clothes on the line belonged to Sweets because they seemed about her size to which Paul replied, yes. When Theo asked, where is she? he was not pleased with his father's answer: in my bedroom. Your bedroom? Your bedroom? What are you thinking of? You can't do that--Da, you just can't. Someone will be looking for her when it gets dark. What if she is found here--in your bedroom? What are you, nuts? Theo walked to his father's bedroom, looked in at Sweets sleeping. The light from the hall fell across her face surrounded by dark hair on the white pillow. Da, we must wake her up and send her on her way. This is stupid. You could get in trouble doing this. Why is she here like this? Paul responded, she was all sweaty from her first try at soccer. You know she does not like soccer. She'd rather be reading or doing anything, but soccer. They make them play, nowadays. I told her it was good for her, to make her strong and fit, but she has a mind of her own, that one. She does not like being made to do anything like that. They will have their hands full with that one! I gave her a bath and put her to bed, Theo. Isn't she pretty like that? I think I love her--she is the sweetest thing, Theo. I just wanted to be near her and to smell her and to... Jeez, Da, this is awful. What the hell is the matter with you? She's a kid, a good, funny, curious. odd little kid, a kid, dammit! Well, I saw you and her when you pissed on the tree, Theo. Did you see her as a kid then? She really liked what you let her do. I saw her face. She wanted to hold... Da! That was different! That was natural curiousity! There was no harm done. This is different, Da, she is in your bed; she is undressed! The Supper Bell will be sounding at five o'clock. Someone will be looking for her--big mistake; here she is naked in your bed, yet! No, she isn't, Theo, I put on one of my pajama tops. She's covered. Wake her up, Da, I will go get her clothes... Let's hope she tells no one about this. Jeez, what a dumb-ass thing to do! When Theo returned with her clothes, he found Sweets seated sleepily on his father's lap. Paul had arranged her legs so one was on either side of his closed knees, meaning Theo could see where the pajama top had hiked up. His father's hand was covering her bare pussy from Theo's view. Theo stopped in his tracks and said, Da, you can't, you just can't; it's not right. Sweets opened her eyes to the sound of Theo's voice. She said a sleepy hello, then sat upright in Paul's lap and looked around. Theo said, I have your clothes here, Sweets, it is time for you to go along now. Sweets moved in Paul's lap and his hand fell away. Theo could not avoid looking at the small cleft now exposed to his view. It seemed so small compared to her sturdy long legs and arms. So small, he had no idea... Paul said, she is really something to look at. Isn't she, Theo?. She is just delicious looking, isn't she? My god, Da, did you...? Not quite, but I want to, I really want to, said Paul. Isn't that the cutest thing you ever saw in your life, Theo? She does not mind, do you Sweets? Sweets wiggled and asked, mind what? Paul touched the lips and gently circled on them. This, he said. That feels nice, I like that, said Sweets in a sleepy monotone. See, she likes it Theo, she really does. See how she moves while I do this? Paul was rooted to the floor, his mouth open, his tongue unable to form the word Stop! He could feel the stir starting within his scrotum, the one that called his penis to full alert--he was surprised at how instanteously it responded to his father's circling between those open legs. When he saw Sweets moving in response to the touching, he could not breathe. It felt like slow motion when he dropped her clothes and moved toward his father holding Sweets with her legs dangling on either side of his while Paul rocked back and forth and moved his fingers in that circle drawing Theo closer. Theo groaned as he kneeled close to his father's fingers. Da, we can't, finally came out of his dry mouth. Da, she is a kid. We can't do this... Theo put his mouth near his father's fingers and sensed them circling. He could smell Sweets, my god, she smelled like... vanilla or chocolate or ... Da, stop this, we must not do this! Oh, god, she smelled so good... Theo raised his eyes to find her eyes and her sleepy smile fixed on him. She moved her bottom a little so it was closer to his mouth. He was drawn to kiss it and his kiss included his father's fingers as they seemed all of one piece in this instant. The contact with Paul's fingers registered. Theo jumped up saying...enough, enough, we will not do this, Da, it is wrong, we will not do this! His jump up overlooked his erection which became apparent as he spoke. Sweets saw his bulge and touched it, leaning away from his father's lap toward Theo's pants pointing at her. Sweets spoke, that is what I want. I want one like that--that points and shows and stuff. Paul spoke, I have one you can use, Sweets. Hold onto to me now while I bring it out for you. He fiddled with his zipper and moved around in the chair then produced his semi-soft penis between her open legs. It looked quite different from how she remembered Theo's looked. As she stared down, she asked why does this one look different? She watched as Paul's penis emerged with his help from the wrinkled covering on the top. As it rose through the opening, she noticed it was a different color. It was pink, shiny and looked wet. The foreskin rolled back as his penis rose higher. She liked watching it unroll and nearly clapped with glee. Paul said, I am not circumcised like my son, Sweets. His covering, his foreskin was removed in the hospital when he was born. Sweets said, oh, that is too bad, this way is better! Look how it comes out from hiding under the skin and stands up so high, wow! Paul changed positions so his penis was rising between her open legs. See, he said, now you have one of your own to play with. Sweets said, hoorah, hoorah! Theo was shocked. She seemed to be having so much fun. He almost wished he were seated under her like that. Christ, Da, we have to stop this. This has gone far enough. Theo felt a twinge of jealousy mixed with his concern about the error of this act. Madness, he pronounced, madness. Da, stop, let her get dressed. Look at the hour, it is almost five--stop this, now! Paul rose from the chair and gently disengaged himself from Sweets. Go go dressed now, honey. It is time to go, okay? Okay, Paul, she said, but can I come back and play another time? Of course, said Paul, anytime, anytime, sweetheart that you want to have your own penis to play with, just come here and it is all yours. Sweets did clap this time and when she said, yeah! Theo thought his heart stopped. Good god, what have we wrought, he mumbled. Sweets dressed and left before either man could change their position in the living room. One stood with his mouth still agog; the other was smiling as he zipped up his pants. Neither heard the Supper Bell sounding from the school. They both seem oblivious, lost in their respective reveries of what had just transpired. Sweets at School, part nine swe3/99g.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>