Message-ID: <56557asstr$1188871804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <001b01c7ee25$37689570$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 08:23:21 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Learning to Love Kids Part 4 Lines: 404 x-asstr-message-id-hack: 56557 Date: Mon, 03 Sep 2007 22:10:04 -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/Year2007/56557> 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 4/5 Summary: Mf love grows. It is recommended you read all previous parts 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 Four by Wickard Over the winter I spent weekends with several ladies at the camp, some my age, some younger. My favorite times were with Gretchen. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night and start playing with my partner's tits. Some of the girls would roll away, but Gretchen and a couple others would roll into me butt first inviting me to fill them while they slept. And with Gretchen, I'd always swap with Doc and have Mary at least once during the weekend. One rainy weekend when Gretchen was sleeping with me I gently woke her by sucking on her nipples. She mumbled something, then rolled into me spoon style, her ass protecting my cock. I reached around her and gently massaged her growing tits while my hard cock slipped into position at her vagina. It slipped inside the slippery orifice, slowly sliding along the tight tunnel until I was buried against her cervix. She mumble something again, eased forward drawing me out of her, moved slightly, and pushed me back inside. I realized she had me in her colon, another tight orifice but a different feel somehow. It gripped differently, more like fingers massaging me, with her sphincter a tight band at the bottom. I hardly moved and came quickly filling her ass with cum, heard a sigh of satisfaction from my partner, then began to pull out. She distinctly told me no, then started to breath deeply once again. I fell asleep still buried in her ass. The next spring Greg and Carol opened the new area meant for families that openly had sex. After signing even more release forms, I strolled along the path until I reached a newly landscaped boxwood barrier. Walking through the entrance the first thing I noticed were the kids. Kids of all ages and sizes ran around a grassy playground with swings and a slide that wasn't in the adult section, a huge open area. One four year old ran past tugging briefly on my dick. Four kids played on the see saw, a girl and boy on each end, the girls bouncin' on the boy's cock each time they reached the extreme. One girl openly sucked an older man. Nearby a teen boy took on an older woman and a younger girl. The motel, when I reached it, was a horrid pink color, almost an island pastel. The rest of the area looked like the others with ball courts and pools. There were padded benches scattered around who's purpose I learned very quickly. One was being used by a girl about thirteen who had at least ten boys and grown men using their dicks on every hole, and then a few places I hadn't imagined. Gretchen, my very willing partner for this weekend, joined me and told me this was the first time the girl was allowed to do everything and she wanted to do it all, all at once, and she didn't care who watched. I had the credit card key to our room, while Gretchen had come with her family. We joined them on the porch area of their motel room watching the action on the bench. Gretchen introduced me, first to her Father who headed one of the research areas at the lab where I worked. One of her brothers offered to take care of me in no uncertain terms, then demonstrated his ability. I politely declined after I was semi-hard, and he said he liked cum even more than Gretchen if I wanted a change. We said our good byes and walked to our room. A few weeks later Doc came with Mary and the kids from down the street, their first visit to the camp. Unlike her brothers who headed for the pool, when Francisca saw me she ran to me and dove into my arms. Her mouth covered mine and her tongue drove into my mouth. It was the first time we'd kissed that way. "See what I learned?" she said as she pulled her head back, her legs wrapped around my waist, her bottom gently moving in my hands. I answered, "Interesting. That's a fun way to kiss." My fingers brushed her pussy lips, sliding into her immature cunt. She was wet, also a first. Francisca shuddered, leaned her head on my shoulder, and whispered, "I'm starting to get wet when I cum. Doc says I'm growing up. I'll show you later." The girl I was with for the weekend, a cute twelve year old not nearly as skilled as Gretchen, asked, "Who's this?" "A friend. I eat dinner with her family Wednesday nights. Francisca, this is Tabitha. She's my partner for the weekend, the girl I'm staying with." Tabitha looked at how Francisca held on, her pussy gently undulating, rubbing against my fingers, her clit tickling my stomach. "Well, she obviously likes you. A lot. What can she do? She's still just a kid." This came from someone just beginning puberty and not yet allowed to use more than her mouth. "Just hand jobs for now," Doc said as he lifted Francisca from my arms and stood her on the ground. My partner studied Francisca's body, her still flat chest and small nipples, her boyish form. "Well, that's not so bad. Maybe we'll let her watch us. She can always lick me." I pictured us on the bed with Francisca next to us, ignored, Miss Jealousy doing her not too bright best to hurt her psychologically. "I don't think I could do that. It'd feel too much like cheating." Tabitha's jaw dropped and her eyes rounded. "Cheating? Cheating! Jeez. Not only is she hot for you, but you got it for her too. What is this? I like sucking older men. Their dicks are bigger and go down my throat. But I'm sure not falling in love with them." Doc came to my rescue. "Leave him be. It's been obvious they have growing feelings for each other since the day they met, which is a beautiful thing no matter what the age. She's loved him from that first day, and he's always treated her kindly, which is more than I can say for you. I thought it was a father daughter sort of thing since she only has a Mom and he doesn't have kids, but now I'm not so sure. If you can't take the thought that they might actually love each other then, well, you can stay with me." "Damn right I will." That was one bitch I wouldn't share with again. I looked at Fran standing next to Doc. She looked confused, as if she didn't know where these bad feelings were coming from. I didn't understand it either. After all, it's not like Tabitha were an item as some said. "And Fran, if you two think your mouth is big enough now that you're nine, then you can try that. But nothing more. You still have growing to do." Francisca grasped my hand and looked up at me, smiling. We moved her towels into my room. After lunch Doc and I watched the kids swim. We passed the time talking about the latest National Threat and how the Government tried to scare the public, the falling dollar and worsening economy, the way baseball seemed to be forever dying and never quite dead. Finally Doc cleared his throat. "I don't know what to do with that little one. This past year she's only been with you and Mary. She refuses to give her brothers a hand job. She even says no to me. I just don't know." He stopped and watched a lovely young lady in her early twenties walk by, then continued. "That first night she'd lost her Father and needed a male to look up to and love. I thought that was what had happened, that she had fixed on you as a pseudo father, and I think she did at first, but now I'm not sure. Most kids will branch out, learn that Daddy's fun but there's variety, but she's treating you as more, like a lover, jealous and faithful. "And what was that I heard you say? Cheating? She's too young yet to stir those feelings in most males, unless your sub-conscience sees something that has yet to show." What was he saying? Could a person fall in love and not realize it? Had I? I enjoyed playing around, but, I don't know. I'd have to talk things out to get to my true feelings, and Doc was the best sounding board I knew. "I don't know, Doc. Kids, adults, they're all fun. Even that time I tried guy. Fun, but not what I really want. Even Mary and Gretchen, I don't know, it's just not, not, there's something missing. But with Fran, there's something about her, something that makes her special. And I have no idea what it is. I'd rather have her give me a hand job and fall asleep next to me than get a blow job from Gretchen." "I'll have to admit, Gretchen is better than my Mary. But we're not talking about her. I'm just saying that Fran seems to be getting much more serious, well not really serious. It's more like focused. She's focused on you more than she should be focused on anyone but her parents. Especially at her age. At least that's my opinion. She's nearing when the hormones start to kick in, and you better decide if you want her for your life long love, or if you want her to branch out." I sat back against the bench. "Yeah. Yeah. You're right. Jeez. I didn't think it was that big. You really think I could convince her to try other people? Maybe she'd find out I wasn't the only one she liked." "Or it could strengthen her feelings. I've seen that happen also." We watched some late teen girls in the pool playing chicken tag. One pair lost their balance. As the top girl slipped down her partner, her hands visibly caressed the lower girl's tits. The lower girl spun around. They kissed passionately and left, walking toward the motel. Doc continued, "Tell you what, Don. Talk to her. I have a young male friend coming over Monday night. We'll see what happens. For now I think they've had enough of the pool. And you have, too. I was half hard and growing. All these young girls, and those not so young, and most were ready and willing to play. Just knowing that was enough to get the juices flowing. Francisca came when I called and held my hand as we walked to the room. She kept eyeing my growing dick and licking her lips. It was easy to see what she had in mind, and I was eager for it, too. As we entered the room Francisca took a flying leap onto the bed, her wet hair audibly slapping the pillow. I joined her more sedately. Normally she would slide up against me and start teasing my dick, but this time she just looked at me. She asked, "What were you and Doc talking about? You looked so serious, like it was important." What could I say? I could not lie. Not to her. "Well, it was important. We were talking about you." "What about me?" I thought for a minute. I wanted to tweak her nose, or other things, but that would make it into a game. This was not a game. How did she feel? For that matter, how did I feel? I said, "Doc thinks that first night we met, you remember that?" She nodded. "Well, he thinks that first night you saw me as a sort of replacement father." I watched as she remembered what happened on that night that became special to me. It did. I remembered it vividly, like a movie playing in my brain. She looked off into a distance that wasn't there. Finally she said, "I remember that night. I did. Yeah, But I feel different now. I don't know, sort of more, I don't know, deeper somehow, like you're more important than even a father. I guess it's like when you have a best friend, but it's not that, either. It's more." I nodded slowly. "That's what Doc thought. And I'll tell you the truth, I'm beginning to feel the same way toward you." "Then what's the problem?" "The problem." How to explain it? "It's your age, that you are just starting life, that before you commit yourself only to me and I commit myself only to you, and yes, that's what we're growing toward, you need to try others to learn new things, to see how others are different, to see how they make you feel." "But then you would hurt. I do, knowing that you are with someone else." Oh, Jeez. Not jealousy, but pain. That was a sign of true love, or so I'd heard. When you wanted the other person to be happy even when it hurt you, that was a sign of true love. I tried to turn it around. "I can stand that, you with someone else for a day or two or so. I couldn't stand thinking I'd kept you from truly knowing how you felt, not only about me, but about others." Was that also a sign of true love? Was I doing the opposite of what Doc wanted? Was that what I really wanted, Francisca all to myself. She protested, "But I'm only allowed to do hand." "For now. Maybe. Yeah, I know what you're saying. You'll have plenty of opportunities to try more as you grow." "And I should take them so I know?" "Exactly." I smiled to take the sting out of what I suggested, to let her know I wasn't throwing her away, that I just wanted her to have different experiences. She looked thoughtful and said, "So there's smoothing I want to know right now." "What's that?" An ornery look entered her eyes as she asked, "Is my mouth big enough?" I had to smile. Now I did tweak her nose. "Well, tell you what. If it's not big enough to make me cum, it's big enough to collect it. And you can get Mary to teach you how to deep throat. Later." "OK!" She spun around on the bed and slipped her lips over my glans. Then she waited. "You don't know what to do, do you?" She shook her head, my dick still in her mouth. "Pretend it's a hot dog. NO, you bite them. Pretend it's a, a, a Ruth's, a flavored ice, a, popsicle. Yeah, a popsicle. Just don't use your teeth. Teeth hurt." She slipped me a bit farther into her mouth, then drew out sucking hard. "That's as much as you can take?" She slipped her mouth of me. "Yeah." "Doc's right. Your mouth is still too small to make me cum. But I'll tell you what. If you use your hands and suck me like that, when I do cum it'll feel really good. Then I'll lick you and make you feel really good. And then we can take a nap before dinner." "OK." She licked my glans and took it inside her mouth again. Her hands began to stroke my shaft in the way she learned, lightly, sliding along the shaft. Soon her mouth was moving slightly in time with her hands, her tongue brushing and teasing the underside. I felt the pressure build. She started working harder, recognizing that when my dick grew harder I was ready to cum. The first gob shot up the vein. The nerves in my glans sent more electricity into my brain. I almost pulled out of her mouth the feeling was so intense, but I stayed where I was. I felt the cum burst through my slit, a forceful stream of thick goo. Her eyes got big as the first stream hit the back of her throat, but she didn't stop stroking. She sucked hard as the second and third stream shot into her mouth. Then she lay my dick on her face. I coated her hair and forehead, then between her eyes, She let the last few dribbles fall onto her chest. She gave me a final lick and slid up to lay her head on my chest. "You had a lot." "The prostrate makes more when you love your partner. At least that's how I think it works. I do know that felt fantastic, even if you couldn't do more than hold me in your mouth." Her hair brushed over my stomach while her ear listened to my heart. She quietly told me, "I liked it too. You taste even better like that. I'm going to do what you said and try others, but I don't think they'll be as good as you." "You go right ahead. It's the only way you'll learn. You know, your younger brother might be small enough you can practice stroking with your mouth on him. And I'll give you a hint. The wetter you keep his dick, the more saliva you use, the better it feels." She looked up at me. "How do I make more saliva?" "Think of food. Think of a dick as a meal." "OK, I'll try that. Right now I want to take a nap while you hold me." "Yeah, I'd like that too." 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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