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Sweets Stories: Brett

When Sweets grew up she was sought by many men and
some women who sensed she was perfect for their plans. 

One found her profile on-line and wrote to her because
he wanted an older woman to recreate his boyhood
adventures when his housekeeper bathed him and
played games with his small penis.  He did not admit
right away to this need, but disclosed it over time as he
gained her confidence and he began to trust her.

She was so easy to talk to that Brett, a twenty-three
year old student at a nearby college, gave her his
pager number and home phone where he lived with
an older brother who had no idea of his urgent need
to have an older woman, preferably hefty by modelling
standards, want to suck on his young firm member.

Sweets was too busy to be as responsive as he wanted,
but she was a good sport and although she forbad him
coming to her house, she agreed to meet him near his.

He looked just like the picture he had sent. Sandy blonde
hair, blue eyes, well muscled and taller than Sweets.

She had explained she preferred older men because
many of them had a fondness for her particular kind of
play, but he had begged so often and for so long, she just
felt sorry for him and decided to see him up close to
enjoy watching him say all those words he whispered
on the telephone or sent by mail to get her to let him
get closer to her.

Sweets was especially intrigued with his story of why
he so desperately needed an older woman of any age
and any race, but preferably white, asian or hispanic.

Sweets was very cautious because she did not want
a young man who just needed some dumb kind of eating
as she was not anxious to be abused that way because
she preferred other ways where old men gobbled her.

Brett's story sounded so exciting that when he told her
she just leaked and wiggled for a long time imagining
herself as him coming out of the bathtub at age six and
being set up on the closed seat by a heavy woman who
enclosed him in a towel then reached under it to pull
on his baby boy penis while he giggled and moved around.

For a long time, Sweets felt like that baby boy being
taught to stand tall and allow the woman to play with his
testicles and to squeeze the pencil thin red topped penis 
between her strong fat fingers. 

Sweets imagined she could feel the wooden toilet seat under
his wet feet and liked standing still while the woman touched
and tugged at him until his little penis hardened enough
for her to rub her big breasts on it while he pushed against
the soft parts and rubbed the tip on those brown ridged nipples.

The best part of being Brett as a little boy came when he
admitted the woman began to suck on his baby penis
while he tried to get away and she held him still atop
that toilet seat with the towel dropping away from his
shoulders while they both listened in case someone came
to the bathroom door to see why it was so quiet in there
for such a long time.  Sometimes she put the towel in his
mouth as he got older because he made noises while she
was pulling his growing penis inside her mouth to her throat
where it closed around the head and made him dance with joy.  

Sweets knew about that kind of control and
if she had had a baby penis instead of a baby pussy she
would have let that woman play with her like that, especially
the sucking parts where the woman put the small balls
and the whole penis inside her mouth and pulled until
Brett said it hurt and he started to cry as he did often in
the beginning until he settled down and did what she said. 

Sweets would not have complained because she knew 
what was good for her private parts as she loved the old 
men who poked and prodded when no one was looking. 

She knew how to act in public as if nothing was going on
while they sneaked fingers under the elastic on her panties
to get at her drippy little pussy which just loved their attention.

Sweets tried to explain to Brett that resisting was what made
it hurt. She described how just holding still while the poking
went on was good for her and made the old men excited
enough to rub harder and harder until they made her pee
in their mouths which they just loved to do because several
had trained her to just let it go when they said, baby girl, give
me some now, right now, pretty girl, more, more, more...

Sweets loved to watch their faces light up when she pulled
down her panties and opened the lips with her fingers so they
could see the pee hole open and close while she bubbled out
some for them to taste. 

Brett said he wanted to do that after awhile, but not in the
beginning because the woman sucked too hard and made
him sore sometimes so his underware chafed the red tip
of his penis.  

Once his mother asked what was wrong and he had to
show her the sore spot which he prayed she would kiss 
and make all better, but she didn't--she just said drink 
more water and stop putting so much soap there.  

His mother did not realize that just showing her his penis
made him want for her to suck on it. He had to hurry and hide
it when he saw her eyes open wide while she examined it 
and it grew firm under her fingers.  He just knew his mother
might not like the stuff the housekeeper did after each bath.

Sweets liked hearing Brett tell how days and weeks passed
while the woman grew bolder and he grew eager to have
her mouth on his little boy penis.  One time she showed him
her big pussy and that kind of scared him because of the hair
and smell of it. She put his fingers inside and told him to keep
them there or she would not suck him anymore. He did it, but
he did not like it because her cunt squeezed his fingers and
bent them while she was sucking hard. Brett did not want to
touch that big pussy because it was so slippery and he had 
trouble keeping his fingers there sometimes. 

Sweets knew how Brett felt because some of the old men wanted
their testicles scratched or tickled while they sucked on her pee
hole and that distracted her from just enjoying their sucking time.

Sweets wanted to touch their big penises, but the old men
held onto them and many would not let her near them at all.

One guy told Sweets she would get plenty of penises when
she grew up, for now she should just let him play with her
baby pussy until he could make her clitoris grow big enough
to bite.  This scared her and she guarded her little clitoris
from him when he began digging around for it.  She would
start some pee to take his mind off that clitoris stuff which
another guy told her would get bigger when she grew up
if she just held still long enough for it grow and show between
the lips like it would when baby pussy became a grown up cunt.

All of them were right of course; old men knew all the good stuff.
They were usually so gentle and said such nice things to get some
of her pee that she just loved them--they did not want to stick things
inside because they said she was too young; they did like her poop
hole to put their tongues inside, but nothing hurt and they were so
gentle and encouraging that she wanted to give them more and more.

Brett only knew two older women, including the first one who
stopped their game when he turned nine and she quit to work
elsewhere with a younger boy in another home. The second older
woman grew bored with his need to be sucked so much--she wanted
someone to suck on her and he just couldn't. He needed what he
needed and was still kind of afraid of big pussies. He had really missed 
out, unlike Sweets whose education continued for many years. 

She could see he did not know about the pleasure she had known
when she met him behind the warehouse. He asked her to touch
him while he was all zipped up and she enjoyed that so much she
unzipped his jeans and pulled out his modestly sized member which
snapped straight up toward her face. She examined it carefully and
he squirmed alot while she kissed and sampled it. She could tell it
had not had much use because it dribbled so fast as he put it
near her mouth. He pretended to be experienced, but Sweets
sensed his penis had not fully grown yet because it still looked 
little boyish as it had not even ever entered a woman. He finally
admitted he had little experience after his second older woman. 

She liked looking at how swollen and stretched the skin was and it
it did taste nice when the white bubbles stuck stringinh between the
tip and her mouth. She sucked a little and he could not stand it--
he had not been trained right--Sweets could tell. He kept pulling
it back into his hand and saying he just had to come because it hurt. 

Sweets pictured the little boy atop the toilet seat when she
put her lips around the tiny opening and pulled it wide open with
her tongue.  Brett was nearly crying because he wanted it so bad.

He asked her to go to another location and start over. They left in
their separate cars, Sweets got lost and eventually went home.

His feelings were hurt because he thought Sweets didn't like him.
Sweets realized he seemed embarrassed that he could not stand
the stuff she did on him. Sweets felt sorry for him because he
had a pretty purple penis which looked just right to sit on, but he just 
wanted to be the baby boy inside the towel forever, unlike Sweets
who could be the little girl or the woman she became because
old men had spent alot of time training her to tolerate their games
on her everlastingly loveable pussy, as they called it, even when she
stopped being eleven and became forty. 

Sweets had implored Brett to find some girls his age or younger
and get to know them in a different way. He did agreed to reduce
the age range of women he was seeking in his profile, but she did
not call him as he asked and he kind of faded from her memory
except for the little boy part wrapped in a towel standing on the
toilet seat cover while an older woman sucked and pulled on his
baby boy penis--this part stayed with Sweets who imagined she was
Brett when the old men came to play with her grown up pussy as if
it was only six or nine or the eleven she knew she would always be
for those sweet old guys who just wanted to suck her dry until the
little pain came and her knees buckled while they laughed and hung
onto huge cocks they would never put inside her because she was
just too young and too small in the pussy part for those grown up things.

Sometimes Sweets was Brett when nice older women looked at her--she
wondered if they knew as much as her favorite old men did... Someday
she intended to find out, but not yet because there were so many thirsty
old men licking their lips and making those noises in her ear on subways.

Sweets Stories: Brett
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