Message-ID: <56556asstr$1188871802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <001401c7ee24$f740c940$6501a8c0@brian> From: "Wickard" <Wickard@comcast.net> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2900.3138 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2007 08:21:33 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Learning to Love Kids Part 3 Lines: 390 x-asstr-message-id-hack: 56556 Date: Mon, 03 Sep 2007 22:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2007/56556> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman Author: Wickard Title: Learning to Love Kids Part: Part 3/5 Summary: M meets f love interest. It is recommended you read previous posts first. Keywords: Mf, cons, ped, first, rom Language: English This is a work of fiction, a fantasy (F-A-N-T-A-S-Y). For those lacking the intelligence to understand, that means this story is completely made up. None of the places, characters, or situations ever happened. This story was originally published on an adult only site where people do have the brains and imagination to distinguish between reality and fantasy. I am not responsible for any copies not on that site. Learning to Love Kids Part Three by Wickard I called Greg on Monday, and as predicted he gave me the Doctor's office address and phone number. I made an appointment for Wednesday at six in the evening and waited. The Doctor had a small practice that covered his needs, with his three room office in the basement of his house. I opened the empty waiting room door at the time specified. A lovely girl in her early teens with short dark hair, small breasts, inviting curves, and sexy clothes accompanied by her look alike mother was just leaving. The Doc stood behind them in a doorway. "Sarah's fine, Rachel. Her body is healthy and ready whenever her emotions are. Don't push her. That can cause as much damage as berating her for feeling good as so many do. The time will come. "But, Doc, I do so much want to become a Grandmother. I love children." You're still young yet. Why not have more of your own?" "Augustus says no more until some leave." "Hm. I'll have a talk with him. As I said, be patent. When the time comes, Sarah will find the right person." "I guess. Thanks, Doc." "If you have any more questions, feel free to ask. And you can call. I don't need the money that badly." The girl and woman left with a smile and a wave. Doc turned to me. "Donald. Good of you to come." The door to the outside finally closed. "Lock that thing, will you? I want to do a quick check, nothing official mind you, and no charge. I just want to make sure you're healthy and get you started on protection. By the way, I am listed on the insurance your company has as a benefit. Not taking new patients, I think they say, but that's just so I can choose who to see. Several families come to see me exclusively, and when it kicks in we'll make it official." He led me into an all white examination room with all the usual accompaniments and patted the paper covered bed. I slipped up on it and noticed that one wall was covered in snapshot portraits of adults. "That is something I've been meaning to ask you. How many kids are into these sexual games, and how do I know them? Is there some kind of sign?" "We don't talk about that. Ever." He pointed at the wall of pictures. "Those who want to will introduce themselves. It's always the child's prerogative, as I was telling the family that just left." He asked the usual questions covering the most common symptoms. My back and knees were thumped, and he listened to my chest. "Yep, you're in good shape. Get this prescription filled first chance you get. Now we go up and eat." He led the way upstairs. Four sets of footsteps thundered down from the second floor, two boys, Mary, and a delightful eight year old with long blond hair a shining veil flying behind her. Her eyes were a striking blue the color, a luminous ocean waiting for me to dive in, her skin clear as only very young skin can be clear. She looked at me and smiled. I literally melted into a nearby chair. Where Mary was pretty in a plain sort of way, this girl was gorgeous, even at her young age. Doc glared at the four naked mischief-makers. He told me, "We have other visitors while Mother is working. This is Bruce, Samuel, and the little one is Francisca. They've just moved into the neighborhood, and are new patients, along with their mother, of course. "Mary, you should be cooking." "Sorry, Dad. I just got so interested playing that I forgot the time. Hi, Don." "So I can guess. Well, something quick then." "How about hamburgers and mac-and-cheese?" "Donald, is that satisfactory to you?" "It's fine by me." "Then let's get comfortable. As you can see from the state of undress of the kids we are nudist in the house, along with the camp. Go ahead and take your clothes off. Relax. You want a coffee? Something stronger?" He walked into the dining room. "Coffee will be fine, thank you." As he poured the drinks he called into the living room, "Bruce, what have you learned today?" "That girls are fun, that it's OK to do things with them, that even Sam can be fun sometimes, and that Fran's too young for almost everything." "Am not!" "Are too. You're only eight." Doc came back into the living room, handed me a mug of coffee, and sat in a large overstuffed chair. "Francisca, he's right, and it's not because you don't want to. You can use your hands, but your mouth is not really big enough to pleasure a mature man like Donald. And you need to let your body mature before you do any more. I'm sure Mary explained it. You'll learn as the days and weeks go by." Francisca jumped on my lap so she sat crossways and looked up at me. "You know Mary? She made Bruce shoot stuff out of his pee-pee. And it got on her. And she liked it. Do you shoot stuff?" Doc said, "Use the proper words, dear. That's a penis if you're talking to me, or dick or cock if you're talking to your friends." I smiled down at her and rubbed her leg. "All men who are old enough shoot that." She unconsciously spread her legs while she looked over at the younger boy who sat on the carpeted floor near an old steam radiator. "Then Sam's not old enough." "I will be soon," Sam answered indignantly. Doc chuckled. "Yes, Sam, when your body is old enough you'll start to ejaculate. Until then it still feels good." "It sure does," Sam said and grew a huge smile. "Then don't worry. You're normal. The time will come." Francisca turned around so her knees were at my hips, her bare bottom resting on my thighs. "Can I feel what your stuff is like?" I gazed at this gorgeous child sitting in my lap, her long hair flowing down her bare back as she looked up at me, eagerness showing on her face. Between her spread legs her clit peeked into the light. The sight of that protuberance sent blood to the capillaries of my dick. It started to grow without any further stimulus. "Sure you can. Do you want to make it happen?" Her eyes grew as she looked at me and she jumped up and down on my lap. She looked at my dick as it grew more erect, slowly raising to point at the part of her body that interested me so much. "Can I?" she asked quietly. "If you want. Have you ever done this before?" "I watched Mary." "Then I may have to help. No matter. Do you know what to do?" "This!" She grabbed me with both hands and violently jerked my nearly erect cock up and down. Her upstroke stretched it to the limit of the skin's tensile strength, and then she mashed it down into my body. I don't know how, but I managed not to scream, or even jump. I grabbed her hands gently and stopped her. Two deep breaths slowed my heart and breathing. The pain slowly subsided. To gain time I looked at the Doc. He was watching, interested and ready to react if I needed help. Quietly I told her, "You need to be gentle, dear, or you can hurt me badly. Don't hold me as tightly. And see how it's not really hard, yet? Just play with it a bit and watch it grow. Then let you hands slide along the skin. "I'm sorry. Does it hurt?" I lied. "A little, but it's not bad." "Let me kiss it and make it better." She bent over and gave the tip a peck, then obviously thinking that was not enough kissed her way around the glans. Blood again rushed in to fill the capillaries. I forgot the pain. "Oh, it grew and it's hard now. That's neat. Like this?" She tried again, loosening her grip until her hands slid along the length of my shaft, her thumbs running along the sensitive vein underneath. "There you go. That's how you do it. Just a little faster, and go a bit higher." Her strokes lengthened, stroking over my sensitive helmet. My head fell back as the pleasure relaxed me. Her small hands stimulated my glans, then massaged my shaft down to the base. She stroked up to the tip, then back to the base. "It's getting even bigger," she said. "Yeah, that feels good. Just a bit tighter and faster." As she followed my instructions I felt the pressure build. The size of her hands, so much smaller than my own, and their position added to the pleasure. After only a few more strokes the familiar ache grew into a pressure I could not hold back. I whispered, "I'm getting ready. Aim it at your neck." She looked and carefully moved me so my prick was pointed at her chin, stroking me a bit harder and faster. I felt the liquid shoot up my vein and out. A stream of sticky fluid sprayed onto her chin and neck and began to dribble down her chest. Her hands stopped and she just held me as I spurted between her nonexistent breasts. The third spurt landed on her stomach. More dripped down over her hands. She licked a drop off her finger. "Hey! This stuff tastes good." I looked at the young thing, her body covered in drips of goo, and angelic expression of pure pleasure on her face. I asked, "Do you want to lick me clean?" "Sure!" She licked my softening cock al over, her tongue stimulating the sensitive nerve endings until I could barely stand it. She then wiped the drips off her body and licked her fingers. By the time she was done dinner was ready. After dinner Mary and the boys cleared the table and washed the dishes. Francisca climbed into my lap again and leaned her head on my chest. Doc handed me a beer. "Let me explain something about this town. From, oh, the time the whites were fighting the Indians, those we call Native Americans even though they immigrated too, the kids in this town have been emotionally more advanced than other places. That is they've been sexually active at a younger age, and emotionally more mature so they've married at earlier ages. Back in those days this place was mostly farms and woods and the nearest town was a good two days wagon journey away, so the daughters would move around among the families until they found a place to settle down. Then, besides helping out, they'd satisfy everybody, as did the rest of the family. It worked for them, and as I said the town was isolated. "Well, that kept on over the years and even though the accepted age of consent raised from ten to eighteen, our girls, the ones from the colonial families, our kids still start early. Adults don't do it; the kids start on their own. Anyway, we know we have to live with it. "Take that one falling asleep on your lap. She just moved in with her Mom, who by the way was divorced by her husband when he met a teen in another state. She came here at her sister's strong urging, after that one there started rubbing her aunt's breasts last year. At least that's what I was told. So as you already know from your own experiences, the kids eventually come home." I gently rubbed between the girl's open legs, not enough to get her going, just enough so she'd relax. That's how she'd been with me, what Doc had just described, not knowing, just curious and loving, ready to go. Doc and I gabbed through another couple beers. I enjoyed the sensation of young skin against mine, of hair brushing my chest and abdomen, of the weight of a small head listening to my heart, the warmth of a body against my own. Her even breathing relaxed me better than the beer. I felt good, satisfied more than sexually, as if I'd found the reason to stay here. All too soon the kids came down the stair dressed for the public. "We gotta go," Bruce announced looking at his sister. I called her name softly until her eyes fluttered open, then told her it was time to go home. She said OK, then fell back asleep. I picked her up and held her standing in front of me. She pouted and started to protest, but I told her again it was time to go home. Francisca opened her eyes and looked at me, then at her brothers standing by the door, dressed. She started to walk toward the door. "You have to get dressed," I reminded her. "OK, Donald, I will." She picked up a pair of jeans off the floor and slipped them on, then slipped on a pullover. Bruce and Sam just stared. "She's never been this good for Mom." "Or Dad." Doc grinned and stood. "Well, grab what she left and make sure she gets in bed. She's had an eventful day." Sam looked at the small piece of clothing laying where the jeans had been. "I'm not picking that up. That's her underwear." "You smelled Mary's" Bruce admonished. "But she's not my little sister." "I'll take them. Baby. Good bye Doc, Don, Mary. See you tomorrow?" "Sure," Mary replied, grinning. After the door closed Mary said, "You're right, Dad. Teaching others does help you learn." She looked over, then moved in front of me and lifted my flaccid cock and flicked the head with my tongue. "How are you, Don? Just a hand job? I'll bet you could use a bit more. I had Bruce in my butt. It feels neat, sort of full, but different. You want to try?" Doc quickly interposed. "No, he's not doing that. I told you you're still to small down there for that. You need to grow some more." "I'm bigger than Gretchen." "And I have no control over her. I said you're too young yet and that's that." I calmed things by saying, "I guess not. If you want you can suck me off, but really, I'm OK." "OK, then. I'm going to bed." Mary huffed up the stairs. I ate dinner at Doc's many times, almost every week, joined by Mary, Bruce, Sam, and Francisca. The sweetheart always managed to sit on my lap before dinner and get me off. After dinner she'd be on my lap again and cover herself in my cum, then nod off. I could rub her all I wanted, and even caused occasional small orgasms. One time I managed to insert the tip of my finger into her vagina, but she was too tight and dry for me to do any more. Comments to Wickard @ comcast.net no space. Let me know how I did, give me suggestions how to do better. I could also use a female type person to critique the woman's POV in other stories, both porn and straight. <1st attachment begin> <HTML removed pursuant to http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/erotica/assm/faq.html#policy> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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