Message-ID: <6439eli$9712151629@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sweets1140@aol.com (Sweets1140) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Sweets Stories: Sam Explains 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: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971215100401.FAA03157@ladder01.news.aol.com> Sweets Stories 12/97c 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 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |