Message-ID: <20740eli$9903230440@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sweets1140@aol.com (Sweets1140) Subject: Sweets at School, part thirteen (F/f, anal, 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: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990322220434.00975.00000317@ng-fd1.aol.com> Sweets at School, part thirteen Cindy's questions bothered Sweets, but she would not answer them. Cindy wanted to know where Sweets went most days after school. Sweets kept changing the subject. Cindy said she wanted to play that first day game, but Sweets dodged her invitations with a polite no, thank you. Today, Cindy seemed in no mood to take no for an answer. They had worked hard cleaning their room together. It passed the monthly "white glove" inspection. Each flopped on her own twin bed in great relief. They giggled about what had been missed when Sister went through checking the contents of each bureau drawer. Cindy had hidden cigarettes inside her tall red riding boots lined up neatly with other shoes at the back of their closet. Sister did not pull them forward to look inside to their surprise. Maybe Sister was tired by the time she got to their room? Yeah, right! they said in one voice. She's never tired! As they laughed at how close she came to finding them, Cindy reached across and grabbed Sweets hand. Come on, tell me where you go sometimes and how come you don't let me play... Cindy sat up still holding her hand, moved over to Sweets bed, then straddled her with one quick motion. Sweets closed her eyes and would not open them even when Cindy's breasts pushed close to her face. Well, well, don't you want some of these, little girl? Sweets shook her head, no. Cindy said, why not, you wanted them on the first day. Remember how curious you were about them? What will it take, honey? Her fingers began to fumble under Sweets skirt and slip. She reached her cotton pants. Cindy put her fingers under the elastic at her leg as Sweets tried to move away. Sweets was hardly a match for Cindy who was a strong athletic fourteen to Sweets twelve, outweighing her by at least twenty pounds of muscle from her workouts. As Sweets struggled to elude her grasp, Cindy cooed, come on, let me at that, come on, baby. Don't be so stingy, share! At that, Sweets laughed. Well, if you really want to, I guess... Cindy said, do I ever! You know how much I like pussy! She moved those strong fingers to the waistband and began to pull it down. Sweets had to lift her bottom from the bed so the panties cleared her bum. Lying there with her skirt and slip up around her waist, she felt the cool air playing where her panties had been. She felt exposed, vulnerable. Cindy patted her thighs and her belly. Sweets felt the need to tighten her legs together and cross her ankles because little waves were starting in her bottom, the kind that signaled the urge to pee. The thought of Paul so kind crossed her mind. She pretended for a minute she was lying atop his stomach waiting for his fingers to guide hers in the nice new circle. She came back to the present scene to hear Cindy telling her to turn over, she had a big surprise for her. As Sweets turned over with Cindy's help, her clothes twisted and held her halfway round, Cindy's tugging loosened them. Over she went with her bum showing pink, round and pretty as two apples. Sweets could feel the sun warm from the window. Cindy said, you have such a nice ass, here, baby. Yummy! Cindy leaned back then down to blow air on her buttocks. This made Sweets move about until Cindy grasped them and spread them wide. Sweets felt pinned down this way and hoped nothing would hurt her there. Cindy began kissing the dimples above each cheek, then her tongue came out. She licked each dimple before she slid her wet tongue to the part she was holding open with her hands. Sweets liked what she felt. It felt nice. She held still as she could, so Cindy could lick and lap her her way up and down the crack between her cheeks. Sweets felt her anus tighten and relax. She wondered when Cindy would reach it. She seemed to get closer with each down stroke of her tongue. Sweets found herself nearly breathless. It did not take her long. In between the slow tongue movement and warm breath blows on her bum, Sweets heard Cindy saying something about tampons and things with strings like candles that some of the girls got after Sister Help of Christian's enemas. She could not quite follow what Cindy was saying because the kissing and blowing felt so good all over her buttocks. Cindy described how some girls tucked tampons and others inserted small candles into their anuses because it kept the enema nozzle feeling going for a long, long time afterwards. Some wore their candles inside their pants and knew how to keep them from sliding out by closing their anuses up tight. Others engaged in mutual pussy tasting while the candles or tampons were tucked just so. This heightened the sensation for the tastee and challenged the taster to lick harder, faster. Cindy said it was hard to concentrate on the sucking part while trying to hang on tight to any objects in her anus. Still other girls like pulling and jiggling the string end just to watch the anus try to hang on to the object within. They even had contests, Cindy said, when they played like this. Sweets began to pay closer attention to what Cindy was saying when she announced, I have neat white five incher for you, baby. You're going to like this alot. Trust me, honey. This is the greatest! Sweets looked around when Cindy stopped speaking. She saw Cindy's mouth on a narrow short white taper. She was pushing it in and out of her mouth very slowly. Cindy spoke, I am warming up the wax and making the sides wet so it won't hurt you, baby girl. Sweets was shocked. Sweets asked Cindy was she planning to put that big thing inside her bum? Cindy said, this is not big, silly! This is a starter. See how narrow and short it is? You should see some of those we use in the contests! Cindy laughed at Sweets furrowed brow and resumed stroking her buttocks all the way to her thighs. She wet her fingers in her mouth and re-wet the candle after telling Sweets, don't look now, just relax. This won't hurt you. I am really good at this, really. I wouldn't hurt you, really. I promise, just relax and show me your pretty pink hole so I can wet it a little? Sweets stayed still as Cindy's tongue reached her tiny rosebud opening and poked in about a quarter inch. As she was recovering from this which had sent a jolt through her small body, Cindy wiggled and pushed the candle slowly inside her still resisting opening while she held her breath hoping it would not hurt. At first, Sweets bucked to push it back out, but Cindy moved it back in. The back and forth continued for several minutes until Sweets noticed the fullness in that hole felt sort of... nice. It did not really hurt so bad. She liked holding still while it poked in little by little while Cindy cooed and said nice things about what a good little girl she was. Cindy told Sweets she had taken two inches which was good, really good, for the first time. Sweets pictured two inches and wondered why it felt like the whole five inches had gone inside. Cindy asked her to hold on to it and turn over now. Sweets did. The candle slipped some as the clothes tangled again, but Cindy straightened the skirt, slip and stuff. She pushed the candle back in further by parting her legs and reaching down to where the tip and the string rested on the bed. This hurt more in this position than when she was on her back with her bum up. Sweets felt an urgent need to pee now, but Cindy said, no, no, just hold your candle, baby girl, just hold it in there for now. Sweets held on to her candle while Cindy changed position to the side of the bed from which she lowered her face to Sweets thighs. Cindy said, if you are good girl and hang on to your candle, then I will suck on you, okay? Sweets wanted to hold the candle tight, but knowing Cindy was headed for her pee hole, she felt an involuntary urge to push down. The candle slipped out. It felt like Sweets was going to... Bad girl, Sweets, bad girl, no tasting of you today. You need to practice keeping it in and then I will do what you want, honey. Sweets felt just awful. She had tried, but with the need to pee and Cindy's mouth so close, it was impossible to hang on to that candle. Next time, next time, Sweets, comforted Cindy. It takes some practice, honey, but the reward is worth it, you know that, right? Sweets was near tears by now. Cindy patted the top of her head. She carefully removed the candle by pulling on its wick. Sweets noticed how empty she felt when the candle was gone. Cindy told Sweets, get up and go wash this with soap and water, then store it with your underpants. We will try it another day. I promise. You liked it, right? You really liked, didn't you? Come on, say so! Sweets shrugged. Yes, I did. It felt kind of nice. It was okay, I guess. Cindy said, glad to hear it! There will be more if you are good and don't give me a hard time like today--getting those panties off. In the meantime, I have to go now. There is a wicked wick pulling contest in the Sophmore dorm, I just have to be there! Cindy pulled herself together, ran a comb through her hair and left. Sweets washed and stored her candle as Cindy told her to. She thought about Paul and felt kind of excited, but maybe not about telling him of this. He had disapproved of Sister's buzzing treatment on her bottom which he deemed not the right way to cure wetting problems of girls her age. She wondered if she dare tell him the candle felt nice, sort of. She would think further about that. She decided to nap and think about the candle, Paul and his fingers guiding her fingers while he whispered... Sweets at School, part thirteen swe3/99k.txt -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----