Willie Learns to Diaper Baby Mavis  (Mg,pedo,nepi,toddler,diapers,oral,mast,ws)

by Uncle Pan


   "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." John
Lennon

   It was summertime, and as the song goes, "the living is easy." Willie
Coughlin was seventeen, tall for his age, gangling, somewhat awkward,
sometimes driven by needs and desires he wasnÔt entirely conscious of.  He
wasn't much into organized sports, didn't play baseball or touch football,
but did like to run and play.  He and his mates would get into a fantasy
game of cowboys and indians or cops and robbers and be off and running
through the woods behind the group of houses occupied by Willie's parents
and the other neighborhood families.

   Virtually all of Willie's friends were boys, and his contact with the
females of his species was practically nonexistant until some three years
ago when his Aunt Cecilly moved into his family's home with her newborn
baby girl Mavis.  Willie instantly became Mavis' babysitter of choice. 
Willie had gotten his first look as to how females were built when he was
taught by Aunt Cecilly to clean baby Mavis and change her diaper.  He gazed
on the child in awe as Cecilly had him remove her wet diaper and gently
wipe the baby's genital area with a washcloth dipped in warm water.  He was
then taught to apply the A&D Ointment, and with his bare fingers he got to
gently rub the salve onto the lips of her baby sex and on all of the
surrounding area to the accompaniment of soft, murmuring coos from baby
Mavis.

   Willie had been fourteen when he was first introduced to his baby
cousin. For several years before that time he had been having random
erections, which would appear mysteriously, seemingly out of nowhere.  His
older chum Frankie had shown Willie how to take care of the condition using
as inspiration pictures in the Sears Catalogue of girls and ladies modeling
underwear and swimming apparel.  Willie had no idea why this peculiar
stimulation seemed to work, but happily it did and it had given him a brand
new and highly enjoyable use for that little hose that grew between his
legs.

   With the arrival of little Mavis he began to notice his erections coming
on with greater regularity.  They seemed to be particularly prevalent when
he was babysitting his cousin, and especially when he would have to change
her wet or soiled diaper.  He didn't really understand why this was so, but
after a time he would approach each diaper change with great anticipation,
and stretching the baby out on the table if they were alone in the house he
would admire her pubic split for the longest time before finally cleaning
her with a wet washcloth and gently applying the A&D.

   As the months went on as he was applying the ointment he unconsciously
found himself leaning over and gently rubbing his hardon against the side
of the table.  When he realized what he was doing he got the idea of
unzipping his fly and handling his penis with his right hand as he applied
the salve with his left.  Mavis' little coos would gradually turn into
soft, breathy sighs and moans as Willie's left hand would be rubbing in her
salve while his right hand diligently worked his hardon.  And when he
climaxed he would groan and the baby would simultaneously let out a soft
cry.

   One day after such a climax and without bothering to poke his dick back
into his fly Willie raised the baby up to put on the new diaper , and as he
did she noticed his limp meat and she gleefully reached out and took it in
her hand.  She made a noticeable noise as she gently toyed with his rubbery
joint with her tiny fingers.  Willie was just pinning her diaper up when he
noticed a peculiar phenomonon he had never seen before.  He had gotten hard
again.  Under the manipulations of little Mavis' tiny fingers, his erection
was proudly jutting forth just as if he hadn't shot his wad moments before.
He stood there dumbfounded at this totally unexpected development.  He
tried pulling his bloated member away from the baby, but she cried out in
distress and held onto it for dear life.  He ended up standing there
letting her have her way with him, until she finally got bored and dropped
it like a hot potato.

   Willie brooded about this new development in his relationship with his
baby cousin for a time.  He saw nothing morally wrong with letting the baby
play with his appendage, after all it had been her idea, her own choice. 
But thinking back on the episode he was still amazed that her tiny fingers
had been able to bring him to full erection just moments after he had shot
his load.  That had never happened before, period.  This opened up a raft
of possibilities in Willie's mind.  What would happen if he let Mavis play
with his peter when he wasn't changing her?  Would it still get hard if he
wasn't able to look at her tiny sex while she was playing with it?  And
what would she think of to do with it?  Willie stewed over these
possibilities for several days until another chance to babysit his cousin
came around.  And that day no sooner was aunt Cecilly out of the door and
the car backing out of the driveway than Willie was over standing by the
baby's crib.

   Little Mavis grinned as she saw her favorite cousin approach her crib.
He stood there for a minute anxious to see what she would do.  She moved
her hand to his crotch and felt for his meat through his pants.  Very
slowly he pulled down his zipper and brought out his fleshy pecker.  He
could see her focussing her eyes on it, and with a squeal of recognition
she reached over and wrapped her tiny fingers around it.  She cooed as she
felt Willie's limp meat begin to respond and fill with blood.  Willie stood
there looking on, amazed as he felt his weapon stiffen and swell under her
ministrations.  When it reached the height of it's stiffness he moved a
little closer to her, allowing her to bring his meat over to her face for
closer inspection.  She sniffed it for a moment, then opened her tiny mouth
and took the head inside.  Willie trembled, barely able to keep on his feet
as the sensations of her wet, hot mouth and tongue carressing the head of
his peter washed through his body.  Once his peterhead was inside she
immediately started into a serious sucking routine, the same as she had
used back when she was being breast and bottle fed.  Her tiny face was
showing the intensity of her effort, her cheeks would draw in as she took
air in and puff out as she expelled.

   For a moment Willie simply stood there with his eyes closed, enjoying
the stimulation being brought on by the suction of her mouth and the laving
of her tongue.  After a time he got an irrepressible desire to see her
bared charms and he reached over and unpinned her diaper, folding it back
from her front side.  When his hand finished folding back the diaper his
finger strayed over and softly grazed her sex.  He was surprised at the
jolt of electric-like shock his system received at the contact, and his
surprised gasp was echoed by a squeak of her own as baby Mavis evidently
felt a similar jolt.

   Once his finger was nestled snuggly in her warmth he did not have the
heart to remove it, but left it there to gently rock as he closed his eyes
to fully absorb the myriad feelings her sucking mouth and his dawdling
finger were sending to his central nervous system.  Idly he debated whether
to pull his member out before it spurted, but soon he was so into the
intensity of his pre-orgasmic rush that he forgot his good intentions
altogether.  As a result when he came Willie shoved his hips forward and
let out a loud roar, and baby Mavis hastily began sucking in his offerring
and swallowing it to keep from choking, the whole while her face was
indicating a high degree of pleasure as if she were indeed swallowing manna
from the gods.

   That day did indeed set a pattern with Willie and his tiny girl cousin.
Somehow he and the child had managed to continue their loving ways in
secret, when they were alone and she was in his charge, with neither her
mother or Willie's parents becoming the wiser.  However, his interest in
his lovely cousin wasn't just connected to his loins.  He adored Mavis,
held her in his arms on every possible occasion, and as she got older he
would stand her up to get her used to being in a standing position, and
later encouraged her to take her very first steps, the first ones assisted
and then unassisted steps as she toddled into his waiting arms.  He also
began encouraging her to talk, and by two and a half she was saying certain
words, though not always on a consistent basis.  And now that she was three
she had a number of words and phrases in her repertoire which she would
execute in a hoarse staccato little voice, punctuated with little grunts.

   Willie went right on spending the summer freely playing with his friends
in the woods, unchanged from summers before.  But when they would break for
lunch more often than not he found himself spending the rest of the day in
the company of his little cousin.  Her mom Cecilly would get Willie to put
her in for her nap, and Mavis would snuggle Willie as he would lay with her
telling her a story.  Once in awhile when she dropped off to sleep Willie
would quietly get himself up and go off to do his own thing, but more often
than not he would give in to his inherent teenage laziness and stay cuddled
with his tiny cousin, soaking in the waves of good feelings that always
seemed to pass between the two as he drifted off into a dreamland of his
own.

   And now she was three and he seventeen.  The three year old Mavis still
loved playing with Willie's swollen redheaded joystick, but although
neither ever spoke a word about it, somehow the child seemed to know to
keep her preference a secret from her mom and Willie's parents.  And so
they never did any out and out sexual play unless the adults were gone from
the house and Willie was officially in charge of her well being.  At those
times she loved to shed her clothes and crawl up in Willie's lap and feel
his weapon through his clothes as it gathered heat and hardness below her
soft, warm bare butt.  When she had decided his meat was up to it full
extension she would unzip his fly and take it out, and after kissing and
licking it all over, she would take the head in her mouth and repeat what
she had begun doing two and a half years ago, when she was still in her
crib.  Mavis never seemed to want anything in return for her services, she
seemed quite happy just to have brought Willie to a successful completion,
as if her reward was in the juices that he filled her mouth with at
completion.

   But one day aa she was resting naked beside him on the couch after
having brought him to yet another scintillating climax, Willie suddenly
began to feel guilty from receiving so much from his little lover but never
giving anything back to her in return.  And so as she lay beside him with
her head in his lap Willie began idly carressing her body with his
fingertips, stimulating her nipples, rolling the hard little pebbles they
had become around between his fingers, tracing the anatomy of her belly
round and round in circles.  When his fingers began to explore her mound,
and the crease which lies between her lips, she began to gently move her
hips in response to his movements.  She had been lying with her head on his
lap, but after several minutes of his caresses he gently lifted her head
from his lap and got himself up off the sofa.  He knelt down beside her and
leaning over he began caressing her with his lips.  Saying,"This is how
mama bear gives baby bear her bath," he began licking the upper part of her
body, beginning with her face.  He laved her eye sockets, poked his tongue
in her nose holes, licked her ear drums clean and finally tongue bathed her
lips.

   He next moved down to her neck and from there licked her shoulders and
armpits.  He moved down her chest, paying particular attentions to her
nipples which he would bathe with his tongue then lightly nibble with his
teeth, and after each tiny nipple was thoroughly stimulated he moved down
to her belly button whose lint he carefully swiped with his tongue.  Willie
had no idea what he was doing.  He had never read or heard of a boy or man
orally stimulating a girl or lady before.  He was simply following his
instincts deep in his psyche.

   He paused for a moment to drink in the sight of his tiny, bare naked
cousin.  She lay stretched out before him, her flawless skin seeming to
glow in the subdued early afternoon light.  She was a plump, well filled
child, not fat by any means, but still filled with the baby fat she was
born with.  Her arms were round, her little chest flat but somehow feminine
looking, and her round belly was crowned with its innie button.  But of
course what Willie's eyes most admired were Mavis' fat thighs, and
particularly where they joined her trunk framing her delightful pubic
split. Her pinkish crease was topped by her prepuce, her lips below were
tightly sealed.  The gist of the picture was one of a slightly pinkish
elongated diamond shaped pair of lips leading the eyes to the crack of her
bottom sharply splitting her nether cheeks.

   Willie stopped to absorb the visual spectacle laid out before him. 
Mavis lay still with her eyes closed as if asleep, but closer inspection
indicated definite activity in the area of her pubes, the lips of which
were in slight but sure movement.  Reaching out Willie turned the child
diagonally on the sofa pointing her towards him, and lifting up her legs he
placed each of them over a shoulder.  Then he was able to put his head down
directly between her legs and lave the area of her inner thighs and all
that lay between.  At the first brush of his tongue over the lips of her
sex Mavis let out a cry and tightly closed her legs around Willie's neck,
forcing him in even closer.  His nose freely inhaled her little girl odors
as he moved his nose to various positions along her bottom line.  A
tremendous warmth emanated from her tiny vaginal opening.  It was like a
tiny little oven pouring out wave after wave of intense heat.

   Willie's nose became the first part of him to travel the length and
breadth of her little girl split, poking its way into her vagina and later
her anal opening on its personal tour of her private parts.  Next his lips
kissed their way along the route, thus paving the way for Willie's wet,
raspy tongue to thoroughly clean his little baby bear's valley of pleasure.
Willie noted carefully her reaction to his travels as he licked his way
along her delta.  At her tiny little anal opening she squealed as he forced
his tongue within, and tried to hold him in with her anal ring.  Licking up
along her perineum he soon paid a visit to her vaginal opening, in which he
also inserted his tongue.  This too brought on a reaction.  But most of all
was her reaction when he sought out the little projection peeping from her
prepuce.  This he circled with his tongue over and over again, finally
bathing, and then lightly nibbling it.  Little Mavis came to complete
fulfillment at that, softly crying out, stiffening, and then falling still.
Her legs loosened around his neck, and after a moment he pulled his face
away and gently lay her legs back on the couch.

   As much as Willie loved the odors emanating from his face, he decided on
discretion being the better part of valor and went to the bathroom to wash
the evidence from his face.  Then he put water on a warm washcloth and
returned to clean any evidence of their indiscretion from Mavis' pelvic
region.  She woke up from his attention and he helped her get dressed again
in preparation for her mother's return.

   That evening at dark he lay out on the grass in their backyard, Mavis
stretched out beside him, looking up at the panoply of the night sky with
its myriad of stars.  He quietly told Mavis as to how each point of light
was a star the size of their sun or bigger, but their great distance made
them look like pin points of light, but of course Mavis understood not one
word.  She did take comfort in the sound of his voice though, and tried her
best to get a handle on what he was saying, but she failed.  When Willie
wasn't contemplating the cosmos he was thinking ahead to the future of he
and little Mavis.  He saw a clear path ahead.  Mavis would start school in
a couple of years, kindergarten, first grade, and on up the academic
ladder. He would be there to help her with her homework and to answer any
and all questions she might have along the way.  He decided right then
against going away to college when he finished high school in a couple of
years, Mavis would need him here.  He would enroll in the local university
so he could continue to live at home.

   "Mavis!  Bedtime!" a loud voice cut through the still night air. 
"Coming mom," Mavis hollered, then she leaned over and gave Willie a brief
hug and peck on the lips and took off lickety split for the house.  For a
moment Willie was tempted to get up and follow her, he loved watching her
get undressed for bed, and she always made sure he got a good view of her
naked charms.  But his inherent teenage laziness took command and he
decided to stay out here under the night sky and dream for awhile longer.
Which was what he proceeded to do.


The End

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