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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 
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