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Subject: {ASSM} Learning to Love Kids part 2
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Date: Mon, 03 Sep 2007 22:10:05 -0400
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Author: Wickard
Title: Learning to Love Kids
Part: Part 2/5
Summary: M discovers the joys of different f during cons outing.
It is recommended you read previous post 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 Two
by Wickard

The nature trail was covered with ground mulch, a
surprisingly comfortable path on my bare feet.  We met 
several couples as we walked among the trees, most of them 
wearing shoes, but I was playing hippie since I was more 
comfortable that way.  They all nodded friendly greetings, 
until we met one particular couple.  The male was in his 
fifties, and the girl was just slightly older than Gretchen.  
Her breasts were more pronounced, definite mounds though 
still small, and she had the beginnings of a wasp waist.

Gretchen jumped out of my grasp and yelled, "Mary!" then ran 
toward her friend.

"Gretchen!" the girl called back running to meet her.  They 
hugged, two lovely naked bodies entwined as friends.

Mary stepped back and asked, "How'd you get away from your 
folks?  Dumb question I can see."  As I walked up to the two 
girls she introduced herself.  "Hi!  I'm Mary."

"Donald," I answered with slight bow.

Mary grabbed the hand of the older man and said, "This is 
Bill.  Gretch, is he OK?"

Gretchen looked up at me grinned.  "Oh, God.  Let me tell 
you."

"In a minute," Mary said.  She turned to me.  "Donald, this 
is my Father.  Can I steal Gretchen away from you for a few 
minutes?"

"Come on, Donald," the older man said putting his arm around 
me.  "I can see we've got a thing or two to talk about."  He 
led me to a bench set in a small clearing.

After we settled he said, "Donald.  Can I call you Don?  
Don, I'm sure Gretchen has filled you in on her family life.  
Not the details, just generally."

"Um, yeah, a bit."

"Well, Mary and I are the same.  She won't even look at a 
boy her age, my Mary.  Says no one can beat her Old Man.  
Makes me feel good now, don't get me wrong, but I don't want 
to put a baby in her if you get my drift.  There's too much 
chance of something going wrong. What with her age and 
genetics and all."

"I can understand that."

"I wish she could.  She keeps bringing me stories about 
fathers and daughters.  Finds them on the Internet.  I feel 
sorry for her, ya know, but I just can't risk it.  She's too 
young, anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"Well yes, she could get pregnant, but her body's not 
developed enough to do it safely."

Why was he telling me this, confiding this private 
information to a total stranger.  It's not socially correct 
in normal situations, and in fact it's dangerous.  And for 
nudists?  Well, it's just not done.  You are a person who, 
for whatever reasons, enjoys living nude.  Your outside life 
does not matter.  No personal business is discussed.  So why 
was he telling me all this?

He continued, "You're probably wondering why I'm confiding 
in you.  I need a sounding board.  Greg and Carol are 
careful, very careful.  They checked you out and approved or 
you wouldn't be here with their niece.  Oh, I see you didn't 
know.  No matter.  You would have found out sooner or later.  
And they told me a bit about the new guy who would be with 
Gretchen.

"Now, why tell you?  I'm a Family Doctor.  Some families 
have been with me since I started quite a few years ago.  
I've seen what happens when children become pregnant.  
That's why I'll prescribe contraceptives to any male of 
female.  And you better believe Mary's on one.  So am I.  
And I can set you up if you want.  Might be a good idea if 
you're going to hang around Gretchen, or one of her 
friends."

"Thanks.  How do I get in touch with your office?"

"Ask Greg to recommend someone on Monday.  My home office 
will come up."  He went quiet for a minute.

"Now, for my problem.  Do you have any suggestions how I can 
convince Mary not to have a kid until she's sixteen or so?"

"Have you let her read any of the cases you've handled?"

"I couldn't co that."

"I'll bet you could, with a bit of work.  Make a scan, block 
out any names or other identifiers like what the CIA does, 
scan that and print it.  Make sure the ages are there, but 
not the dates.  She'll get the idea without making 
connections."

"Damn it, boy, that's good.  You have a brain on your 
shoulders.  That's a good thing.  A very god thing."

"Daddy!" Mary and Gretchen came running up.  Daddy, you have 
to check Gretchen!"

Bill looked sternly at my partner for the weekend.  "What 
have you done, young lady?"

"Nothing bad, Doc.  Just lost my cherry."

"What did you say?"

"I'm sorry.  I'm still excited.  My hymen was broken, my 
virginity taken, and now I can have brothers and Dad in 
every way."

The Doctor turned to me.  "Did you have anything to do with 
this?"

"Well, she asked, no demanded, until to tell the truth I 
just couldn't resist."

"Understandable knowing her.  Well, up on the bench, girl, 
and we'll take a quick look."  He made a show of carefully 
examining Gretchen's vagina.  "Clean.  No obvious damage.  
Did it hurt much?  Does it now?"

"A bit, but not much."

"I brought her close to orgasm first," I explained.

Doc looked at me and smiled.  "I said you were smart.  OK.  
No damage, and it's time for lunch.  Shall we eat together?"

"Yeah!"

"Sure!"

I smiled at the girl's enthusiasm.  "It wouldn't bother me, 
but  I have to get my money."

"Meals are included here.  Come on.  Slow walk to cater to 
an old man.  Me."  He laughed as the girls ran ahead.

We started out on the path toward the main building.  He 
chuckled, "Those two.  They first played doctor together.  
Gave my Mary her first taste of female."

"Would it be intruding if I asked what happened to your 
wife?"

"Most people, yes.  But I have a feeling we're going to 
become good friends.  She died when Mary was two.  One of 
those complications I told you about."

"Then maybe you should tell Mary how her mother died."

"I have."

"Oh."  I shut up.

After a minute he said, "Don't think it bothers me.  I like 
your suggestion, not only for Mary but for other young 
ladies.  I hope it will help.  Now let me be nosy.  What is 
it you do?"

Turn about is fair play, and I did start it with my 
question, so even though something about him said he already 
knew everything about me, I gave him the last six years of 
my life.  "I graduated from U of Z two years ago and have 
been working on my Doctorate since then.  I just turned in 
my dissertation and came down here as a research assistant."

"What's your title?  Of the dissertation."

"Educating the Highly Intelligent, Why No Methods Work, And 
How To Truly Inform Those Who Can Learn."

"Oh, God.  That sounds like an exercise in saying nothing 
using big words, or something Gretchen could use."

"Not Mary?"

"Don't get me wrong.  Mary's intelligent, but Gretchen is, 
well, she's out there.  I think she already knows more than 
I do.  She'll make Mensas look stupid.  Mary?  She'll be a 
good baby maker and wife, but I must admit she's only a bit 
above average.

The girls came up and grabbed appropriate hands.  "Come on, 
guys.  What's taking so long?"  The building was in sight, 
but I guess they were hungry and could not wait.  They 
started pulling us toward the eatery door.

We talked over lunch about various schools and their 
methods.  Gretchen volunteered to be an experimental 
subject, but I explained that the study was finished.

After lunch we headed back to our room accompanied by Mary 
and her father.  Gretchen noted that both the Doctor and I 
needed care.  We were both near a state of obvious arousal.  
Who could blame us with all the good looking ladies around, 
including those two.

"Let's switch!" Mary suggested as we all entered the room.

"I need to use the bathroom," the Doctor announced.

"Wait!" Gretchen cried.  "If you're doing that, and we're 
switching, I'm joining you.  Why are we switching, anyway?" 
She looked at Mary.

"I haven't had new meat, and you have.  I've never had 
anyone but Dad."  She looked disappointed, or as if she felt 
she lacked something.

New meat?  I'd never been called that before.

Gretchen said from inside the bathroom, "Come on in the 
shower, Doc."

Mary told me, "You lay down on the bed."

As the Doctor changed rooms he said, "Remember, Mary.  
Everyone tastes different."

She raised her eyes to the ceiling.  "And looks.  And 
smells.  I can see that here, all the variety.  I've just 
never been with anyone but you, and Gretchen."

"What about her brothers?"

"Those assholes?  They're so into themselves it's pathetic.  
I don't like them or any kid.  But you, you were nice to 
Gretchen.  She said so.  And you do look different from Dad, 
even hard. And you smell different."  She ran her tongue 
around the glans. "And you do taste different.  I wonder how 
your cum tastes?"

She took me into her open mouth.  I could feel the moist 
heat of her breath followed by the relative coolness of in-
rushing air.  She closed her lips and eased off me, leaving 
me coated with saliva, more cooling as the moisture 
evaporated.  Her warm tongue covered my shaft in wetness.  
Saliva dripped down my shaft, which her fingers spread as 
she added even more of the slippery goo.  When I was slick 
enough in her mind she began to engulf and release me, her 
lips and hands sliding along sensitive shaft, her tongue 
easing my glans, setting up a rhythm that immediately 
started my prostrate producing.

To my surprise Mary stopped and looked up at me, stopping 
the rise and letting me recover a bit.  Her smile said she 
knew what she was doing.  "Like it?" she asked, then shifted 
position moving her head directly over my stiff cock.  She 
used her tongue to slather me again, then her lips slid 
halfway down the my shaft.  The back of her throat tickled 
my glans, then slid into a tight tunnel.  The upper half of 
my shaft was held tightly in her throat, her lips tickling 
my pubic hairs.  She slid off me, suction pulling my juice 
from my prostrate, and again her tongue slowly tickled my 
glans.  Again I entered the slick tunnel of her throat, her 
esophagus massaging the most sensitive areas.  Suction again 
pulled her cheeks to me as she worked to draw liquid from my 
insides.  Several strokes later I felt the pressure building 
again as my prostrate worked.  I held on as long as 
possible.  I stole as much pleasure from her as I could.  
She stroked down, kissed my body, then pulled at my soul as 
she withdrew.  The pressure built, an ache I loved.  Again 
she took my erection fully into her throat.  My muscles 
strained, fighting the intense pressure.  Again the tight 
tunnel engulfed me.  I couldn't hold on any longer.  I felt 
the vein on the bottom of my shaft fill with ejaculate, and 
exploded with a yell.  So quickly and forcefully did I cum 
that it went directly into her esophagus.  After the first 
eruption she pulled me out of the tight tunnel and into the 
more open area of her mouth.  I unloaded three more 
explosions, then more gentle flows as she stroked my shaft 
with her hands until I was totally spent.

When I finished she pulled away, winked, showed me the cum 
in her mouth.  With a sly look on her face she swallowed, 
smiled, and rolled onto the bed next to me.

Thank you," she said.  "Daddy was right.  You do taste 
different than he does."

"Thank you?"

"Daddy says cum is good for you.  Well, not so much the cum, 
but the fun and companionship."

"OK.  That makes sense.  Do you want me to return the 
favor?"

She sat up and slid her legs over the edge of the bed.  "I'd 
rather go swimming.  I get licked at home, but we don't have 
a pool."

"Me too!"  Gretchen cried as she came out of the bathroom, 
her hair soaked.  Doc followed her rubbing his head with a 
towel.

"Come on, son.  We might as well join them for a dip, let 
them get some of their energy out.  We can always sit in the 
shade later."

We went to the pool.  Mary and Gretchen were the youngest 
kids there, joined by a couple boys in their teens.  The 
rest of the people were adults tolerating the younger 
generation.  I don't know if it was this town, or possibly I 
was just blind or hadn't thought about it before, but I'd 
had sexual dealings with two preteen girls just today, and 
both of them had experiences with other adults.  How many 
other sexually active kids were there?  No wonder the owners 
wanted to open a new section.

I splashed the girls a bit, swam a couple of laps, then 
joined Doc under some nearby trees.  "Man, kids that age can 
sure keep going."

"Yep.  This'll tire them out, let them sleep tonight."  He 
looked thoughtful, then official.

"Tonight.  Tonight.  Let me be Gretchen's Doctor for a 
moment.  Give her some gentle loving tonight and in the 
morning.  Nothing rough, just easy strokes.  She'll want it, 
demand it if you don't supply some, but be gentle.  Oh, and 
don't worry, she's got an implant so nothing will come of 
it.  And her family will thank you.  They've been looking 
forward to screwing for a while.  Wanted me to do the 
honors.  But it's rare I interact like that with a patient.  
Oh, and if you're interested in that sort of thing, Timmy, 
that's her second older brother, gives an awesome blow job.

"Now let me see how good a guesser I am.  You're working in 
that place in the Three Rivers Complex, right?  The Research 
Institute or something like that?"

"Yeah, one of them."  I did tell him I was doing research, 
and there were only two research facilities among all the 
manufacturers.  Come to think of it, he had said Greg talked 
to him about me.  He probably knew which one and wanted to 
see how much I'd volunteer.

"Thought so.  They usually take off early on Wednesday."

"We did last week."

"And you made up for it, didn't you.  I know.  I'm the 
family Doctor.  Get my address from Greg to keep things 
official, but come by Wednesday night, have dinner, talk.  
There are things about this town you need to know."

"Yeah.  It seems there are more sexually active kids here 
than in other places."
 
"That may be true, but probably not.  It's just more open 
here.  America on the whole has a very repressed society, 
almost a religious society.  Comes from our Pilgrim heritage 
I think, and it's all backwards.  Love and sex are hidden, 
but violence is condoned and even encouraged.  Look what's 
in movies and on the tube, but love and sex are called porn.  
Backwards.  OK, most porn is skewed so it'll fill male 
fantasies.  It's still hidden, and sex should not be hidden.  
It's a great way to show your love and appreciation for your 
partner.  It's a natural part of life.  But the idiot 
preachers and right wingers and scared parents suppress it 
and make all the kids crazy because they have these feelings 
that are natural hormones and normal, and everybody says 
they're bad.  But we shouldn't talk about that here.  You 
come over on Wednesday for dinner.  I'll rant at you then, 
and you'll learn a lot. 


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.
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