Message-ID: <8225eli$9802071640@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sweets1140@aol.com (Sweets1140) Subject: Sweets Stories: Part 23 (Mm,Mf,pre,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: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19980207201001.PAA18115@ladder02.news.aol.com> Sweets Stories: Part 23 Sweets Daddy formulated a plan of action to see as much of his baby girl as possible without getting caught. In the morning he stood behind his wife, while she changed the baby. He looked over her shoulder and his mouth watered but he stayed calm, He kissed his wife on her cheek then lingered behind her until an erection occurred and he backed away very carefully. If by chance he poked her while in his trance viewing those tiny cheeks and that cleft, he gave his wife the credit for her proximity to him. His relationship with his wife improved as she backed up against him while his eyes were fixed on the baby's bottom. He excused himself to rush to work or used some other excuse to escape delivering on the promise of his erection at that time. When he came home from work, he lifted the baby's shirt to make blowing bubbles noises on her stomach then put a finger or two down inside the diaper while his body covered what he was doing and stroked her slit. He volunteered to handle the bath time so his wife could get off her feet for awhile, then he got his fingers between the baby's legs while she stood up and caressed or lightly pinched the tiny cheeks in front or in back. Sometimes, he got very lucky at being uninterrupted and put his sudsy finger into her tiny anus and moved it in and out as if he were just washing her buttocks. She seemed to really like that. He remembered how his Nanny did that when she played with his testicles. Other memories flooded back about her coming into his room at night and sucking on his small penis while she had a finger jammed way inside his anus which made him hold still while she sucked then put his testicles into her mouth. His Nanny had a special smell on her breasts and between her legs which he loved more than anything. He did not like the hair there but she opened those cheeks there and put his face into the wet slippery part and moved his head until sometimes he could not breath, but he did not mind until she peed and it got in his eyes and nose. She stopped his crying about that and washed him all over in sudsy water just like his baby girl was in now. His Nanny liked to put things into his anus and he liked them inside when she pushed his face toward her bottom. All these memories were so sweet, he relieved them over and over and enjoyed them every time. Once when he was an altar boy, the priest fondled him, at first by accident, then later deliberately when he let him do it. He would lift up his black long skirt and open his pants to touch the small boy's testicles and then slid his finger up, under and in. Sometimes that hurt, but the boy stood it like a man as the priest poked, grabbed and twisted his privates while he watched the door to see if anyone was coming. Other times he came from behind and told him to loosen his belt and let his pants hang down so the priest could get at his buttocks. The day he pushed a candle in was the best day ever. It was a small burnt down candle but just the right size and the priest made him keep it all through the mass. That made him excited more than before even with his Nanny doing things to him. He began to arrive earlier than all the other boys to have his candle plugged in every week. He just loved having his cheeks parted while he bent over and feeling that candle shoved in. He asked the priest if he could take it home but the priest said no. Eventually, he wanted a wider longer candle and the priest said, no, but I have something for you that is just as good. Come earlier next Sunday and be ready for it. He wondered what was coming as all the candles around there seemed the same width except for the Pascal candle which was way too big. He grew more excited every day waiting for this new thing. When Sunday arrived, he was ready and presented his bare buttocks to the priest while he bent over his chair. The priest stepped up behind him, applied vasoline to his anus, then plunged straight in until he screamed because it still hurt from being so fat and long, unlike the burnt down candles. The priest told him to quit crying and take it like a man, then he began pushing it in and out while the boy resisted for a long while. The priest said, relax, this is good for you, it is what men do to boys to help them become men. He had to admit some of it felt good, but he felt ashamed for some reason he could not explain. The priest reached under and around and played with his penis stroking it to the same pace as he was poking into his anus. As he began to relax, his anus opened and the poking got faster and harder and became pleasure greater than even his Nanny had given him. The priest made noises and kept talking to him about how men like this whether they do it or have it done to them and he seemed to swearing in a way, but it felt good and his hands on his penis felt great. Both of them heard other boys in the hall coming to where they were. The priest pulled out as they reached the door. He straightened up fast by dropping his long skirt over his erection then moved to block the view of the boy over the chair. When the knock sounded, the priest called out, come back later, I am in the middle of something here. The boys left and the priest helped the boy get dressed and gave him a glass of water. The boy was shaking like a leaf and close to crying again. He was sick to his stomach thinking that they almost got caught. The possibility of being caught by the other boys overwhelmed the excitement he had felt stuffed like that and having his penis touched. As much as he wanted the priest to continue, the fear of being seen was just too much. He quit the altar boys group and did not go back. He ensured he did not get that priest for a confessor and would not explain to his parents why he did not serve mass anymore. But he remembered the excitement from Nanny and the pleasure from the priest and the candle and dreamed of having that happened again somehow with no chance of being caught. He became very aroused at the thought of entry to his anus while he looked at his baby girl's pink pussy. The pressure on his anus was enormous and heavier than in his penis. He wished that priest would show up and put it in while he touched her slit or licked her and the wishing made his body shake. He knew he would never hurt his baby girl the way that priest did, ever. He just wanted her to feel the pleasures he had known. He decided to include a fat long candle for his anus relief in his plan to see her and play with her pussy. to be continued.... Sweets Stories: 2/98a -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |