TBaby/The Thatcher Family/Veronica/Second Thursday 1
You ask him what the pink thing is and then you realise that it's just like Billy's willy only bigger. You tell him about Billy who likes to pull his pants down and show everyone.
"I don't got willy," you say and pull your pyjama bottoms down so that he can see. He says that that's the difference between girls and boys and you remember the teacher saying that when you asked her about Billy. "Can I see," you ask.
He picks you up sits you on his lap with his willy sticking up between your legs. "I got willy now," you say with a giggle. You squeeze your legs together and the way it presses against your winkle feels real good.
"Catch hold of it and give it a kiss," he says. You think that's pretty weird but you wrap your hands around it, bend forward and press your lips against the end. He makes a kind of groaning noise and then stands up and carries you into Mummy's bedroom where he drops you on the bed. As soon as you stop bouncing put your hand down between your legs to rub your winkle and he stands watching you with a funny look on his face.
You spread your legs as far apart as they'll go and now you can feel your winkle getting slippery and when he gets on the bed by your feet, moves your hand out of the way and starts licking, it feels just as nice as when Mummy does it. He is a bit rougher than Mummy and when he pushes his finger into your secret place, you can't help wincing a bit.
"Sorry," he says and pulls his finger out. You smile to show that you won't really hurt and you hope that he'll put it back in, but instead, he sits up with his legs apart and his willy sticking up. He sits there looking at you and stroking it as if he's trying to make his mind up about something. "It's your turn now," he says. "I want you to lick my willy.
" That seems fair," you think, so you get up onto your knees and lick the end. "Eww, it's salty," you say, making a face.
"It's not that bad," he says and pushes your head down again. You don't really want to, but he keeps pushing, so you open your mouth and let it go right inside. With the knobby bit filling up your mouth, you can't help licking it and then suddenly there's something squirting out and choking you. You swallow as hard as you can, but the gooey stuff goes everywhere, even up your nose and when he lets you go you spit as much of it out as you can.
"At was horrid," you say in between sobs and spitting.
"I'm sorry Princess," he says and he looks really sad. He catches hold of you and leans in to give you a kiss and he starts licking the gooey stuff off your face and even pushes his tongue into your mouth which makes you giggle. He picks you up, holding you well away from him, and carries you into the bathroom. He wipes you clean with a wet flannel and gives you a drink of water to take the taste away before carrying you into your own bedroom. Your pyjamas are in the sitting room, so he leaves you on the bed and goes to get them.