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LEARNING WITH LYN
(The following is a true story. I have waited many years to write it down,
for obvious reasons. Please do not read if you are offended by detailed
accounts of physical love between a man and a very young girl. )
I first met Lyn when she was only three years old. I had been dating her
mother, a divorced cocktail waitress named Agatha, for several moths, and it
was obvious that the two of us were deeply in love and on our way to
marriage. Whenever we "went out," however - - or, usually, whenever we
stayed in! - - Aggie would arrange for a friend to keep little Lyn overnight.
So it was only after we'd been "intimate" that I finally met Aggie's
daughter.
She was only three years old, our little Lyn (the name was short for
"Carolyn"), and when I first met her, and I don't think she liked me very
much. But I liked her. How could anyone not like a toddler, still
wearing little Oshkosk overalls? Of course, cute kids are a dime a dozen,
but this was Aggie's little girl, and therefore a part of Aggie, and so I
loved her long before she ever loved me. She didn't resemble her mother:
instead of curly red hair, the child had long, golden-blonde hair; instead of
her mother's finely-chiselled features, she had a face that was born to pout,
with full, heavy lips and the roundness that comes from baby fat. When I
first met her, the child turned away from me and hid her face in her mother's
lap. In a short time, however, after she'd gotten used to seeing me around,
she began to warm up. By the time Aggie and I were married, little Lyn had
even developed some fondness for me.
The first few years of our marriage were a constant whirl of sex, sex, and
more sex. Aggie and I, it seemed, had literally been made for each other,
and our bodies meshed together like a precision machine. Aggie was the first
woman I ever knew who would come before I did; often, she would come before
she was completely undressed! She had never been the "slutty" kind, but she
was slutty with me, and I loved her for it. I could write whole chapters
about those happy, gasping days and nights, and one day I will. But for now,
it's a different story.
Aggie decided to return to college after we'd been married for a couple of
years, and of course I encouraged her and cooperated in every way I could.
Because of her work schedule, she only attended night classes at first, and
when she did, I was left at home with little Lyn. For the first year or
two, I was simply a dutiful surrogate daddy; but after Aggie had been in
school for awhile, both Lyn and I were getting tired of the routine.
Unfortunately, that wasn't our only problem: for as Aggie pursued her
studies, a certain distance began to grow between us. Lyn and I became very
close, because, frankly, we both felt neglected. In fact, we *were*
neglected. And after Aggie finished her degree, she signed up for
post-graduate classes; so the same difficulties continued.
One evening, when Lyn was just seven years old, everything began to change
very suddenly. It was a warm spring evening, and Aggie had rushed off to
class immediately after dinner, leaving Lyn and I alone, as usual. While the
child played in her room and then took her daily bath, I stretched out on my
bed and read a paperback book, tired from a bad day at work. I had nearly
nodded off to sleep when I felt the bed move next to me.
I dropped the book from my lap and looked around. There was Lyn, wearing her
little Strawberry Shortcake nightgown, her hair still dripping wet from her
bath, smiling up at me. I opened my arms and she happily rolled into my
embrace; we often "cuddled" for a few minutes before her bedtime, although it
was usually in her bedroom. I shivered slightly as her wet hair fell across
my shoulder and immediately soaked into my shirt. The little girl laughed
happily and hugged my neck. "I love you, Daddy," she giggled, "but you'd
better go hang up that shirt! I didn't mean to get you all wet!"
She had never called me "Daddy" before; her natural father was still alive,
and I never allowed myself to fall into the trap of trying to replace him.
But now, on this warm, lonely California evening, it seemed perfectly
natural. I squeezed her shoulders and stood up from the bed. "I'll be right
back, honey, don't go anywhere," I said.
I went into the bathroom and took off the shirt, draping it over the shower
rack to dry. Then I noticed, to my own amazement, that I had somehow
developed a huge, insistent erection. My trousers felt so tight that I
slipped off my belt and unsnapped them; then I walked back to the bedroom.
To my surprise, little Lyn had thrown back the bedclothes and pulled the top
sheet over herself. "Get in, Daddy! It's nice!" she cried. I laughed and
did as she asked.
I settled back in bed and once again held out my arm, and Lyn laughed and
snuggled up against me. Her head was resting on my shoulder, and she tried
to wrap her arms around me, but finally settled for holding on to my neck
with one arm, and letting the other arm rest on my naked abdomen.
We lay there for a long time, talking softly and exchanging childish jokes.
Whever I said something funny, she would giggle or roar with delight, and
hold me even tighter. After we had both had a good laugh at some silly joke,
I noticed that her hand had come to rest on top of my stomach, right above
the waitband of my trousers. Her little fingers began to make circles on my
skin, and she poked one finger into my navel, then shrieked with laughter.
"Does that tickle, Daddy?"
I pretended to be outraged. "I'll teach you," I cried, hugging her close and
tickling her little tummy roughly. She shook and bucked and hollered with
glee. When her laughter subsided, I said, "Oh, you think you've had enough?"
Reaching under the sheet, I jerked up the hem of her little pink nightgown
and tickled her naked thighs and belly. For good measure, I lowered my other
arm and squeezed her hard, round buttocks. Imagine my amazement when I found
that she wasn't wearing any underwear!
"Gosh, Lyn," I said, "don't you wear anything under that nightshirt?" But I
didn't jerk my hand away from her naked fanny; I didn't want her to think I
was angry or disgusted. "Oh, sometimes I do, Daddy," she replied reasonably,
"But now that the weather is so warm and nice, I just like to feel the breeze
up against me. You know what I mean?" As a matter of fact, I did. "Anyway,
Daddy, what's wrong with it? You don't wear anything at all when you sleep!"
I couldn't deny it; although we didn't flaunt nakedness in our home, we
didn't act like it was any big deal. The child had simply observed me on
occasion as I went to the bathroom at night, or tiptoed into her room to see
if she were breathing.
"No, honey, I don't," I answered. "It's okay. I was just surprised, that's
all." She hugged me again. "I love you, Daddy!" she repeated. She sighed
happily. I still had her little butt in my hand, and I felt her muscles
ripple under my fingers, beneath the top layer of baby fat.
"That feels good," she murmered. "Scrath my back, Daddy?" So I did, very
gently, running the tips of my fingers over the cheeks of her ass and the
small of her back. And now there was no dispute at all: my cock was as big
as it had been in years.
"D'you want me to scratch your back, too, Daddy?" Lyn asked. "Please let
me! It feels so good!" I only hesitated for a moment, although I was very
unsure of what would be happening next. "Sure, honey, that would be nice," I
said, but didn't move.
"Well, you have to turn over, silly!" she said. So I unraveled myself from
around her seven-year-old body and swung my legs over the side of the bed.
"Honey, if you don't mind, I'm gonna take off these pants. I've been wearing
them all day."
"I don't mind! Go ahead!" I kissed her forehead and stood up. Turning my
back to her, I unzipped and stepped out of the trousers, then tossed them
aside. My erection was making a large, unmistakable tent out of my boxer
shorts, so I sat down quickly and pulled the sheet over myself.
"Can we turn that light off, Daddy? It's hurting my eyes!" So I leaned over
and clicked off the bedside-table lamp, leaving only the glow of the
streetlamps outside. I stretched out again under the covers, lying on my
stomach so that the child could scrath my back. "Okay," she cried happily,
and promptly threw one leg over my back and straddled me. Another
surprise! While I had been taking off my trousers, she had quietly slipped
out of her nightgown, and now, as she sat down on my butt, I realized that
she was naked! But, again, I didn't want to reject her or make her feel
strange, so I didn't protest. And now, I'm afraid that my throbbing,
blood-drenched cock was beginning to do my thinking for me.
I'm not proud of any of this. But what good would shame do me now? When it
was happening, it felt completely normal. In fact, I think that maybe it
*was* normal. Whatever the case, little Lyn was sitting on my butt,
scratching my shoulders and back with both hands. I could feel the heat from
her soft young thighs, which were clenched around me; I could feel the heat
from her tender young sex right through my shorts. Now, my dick wasn't the
only thing awash with blood: I was blushing furiously, there in the
half-light, wondering how I could possibly be enjoying this. But then, why
not? It's not like she was really my daughter, was it? Neither of us had
set out to *seduce* the other; in a moment of loneliness, we had come
together, and had talked and played and....and now this.
Anyway, Lyn was having fun. After she had scratched and rubbed my back for
about five minutes, she sighed, "Oh, Daddy, my hands are tired!" And she
swung her leg back off of me and resumed her position by my side. Then she
spoke again. "Turn over, Daddy, I can't see you!" So I rolled over on my
back and slid my arm underneath her little shoulders. She stretched out
against me and made a little squeal of contentment. Her hand returned to my
stomach, and then trailed down to the waitband of my shorts.
"Kiss me, Daddy," she asked innocently. I wrapped both arms around her and
gave her a quick peck on the forehead. "Not like that," she protested.
"Kiss me like I was a grown-up lady!" I chuckled, wondering what she'd say
next, and lightly brushed my lips against hers. Then I began to apply a bit
more pressure, delighted at the soft, sensual fullness of her lips and the
natural, easy way our mouths moved together. After a moment,
unintentionally, I felt my tongue slip between her lips: not probing into her
mouth, but simply licking softly, back and forth, first her lips, then her
teeth.
She sighed again, mumbling something from beneath our kiss, and her hand
slipped down under the waistband of my shorts and came to rest on my cock. I
jerked uncontrollably under her touch, and she giggled as she wrapped her
little hand around the shaft. Reeling from a suddenly realized desire, I
broke our kiss, and rested my cheek against hers, panting into her tiny, pink
ear. She grasped my cock even tighter. "I love you, Daddy," she murmered.
I was defeated. The child had not set out to conquer me, but conquer me she
had. Whether she knew it or not, she owned me at that moment. I turned over
on my side, face-to-face with her, and looked into her eyes. They were
bright and dancing beneath the long blonde lashes. "Here, Daddy, let me
help," she said softly, and before I knew what was happening, she had thrown
back the sheet and scooted down to the foot of the bed, hooking her fingers
into my shorts and pulling them off as naturally as if I were one of her
dolls. My cock leaped at the rush of cold air and stood up like a telephone
pole. The little girl slid back into position next to me and jerked the
sheet up over our naked bodies. Then she wrapped her hand around my dick and
wrapped her legs around me. "Kiss me some more," she said.
She wasn't stroking or pumping my cock, just holding it tightly; of course,
she literally didn't know what she was doing. "All that hair!" she exclaimed
softly, as her grip loosened and her hand moved down to cup my balls. She
giggled again. "I don't have any hair down there," she added. As if I
didn't know! Her tight, hot thighs were wrapped around one of my legs, and
as I bent to kiss her again, she began to rub her tiny pussy up against my
flesh, softly at first, then harder. When I kissed her, she abruptly opened
her mouth and took my tongue. She sucked on it as though it were a popsicle,
and I felt the first hints of moisture escaping from her pussy as she
continued to grind against my thigh.
I was lost. With a moan, I pulled her legs from around me, pushed her down
onto her back, and moved over her. Resting on my elbows and knees, I slowly
lowered myself onto her, holding her beautiful, blushing face in my hands,
and felt my cock rubbing up against her hot, seven-year-old pussy. I moaned
again and began to slide up and down, back and forth, careful not to
penetrate her, but rubbing hungrily against her until I felt the tiny bud of
her clit under the super-sensitive flesh of my shaft. "Oh, God, Daddy," she
squealed, "that feels so good! Please don't stop!" But after only a moment
more, I did stop, else I would have squirted immense globs of semen all over
her. I fought to keep myself under control. I moved down the bed a few
inches, kissing her gently, then not so gently, darting my tongue into her
ear and then running it over her throat, then down to her chest. She had not
even begun to develop breasts, and I was enchanted by the sight of her flat
little chest, her hard little belly, her naked cunt. I leaned down and
sucked one nipple into my mouth, then moved my head and repeated the process
with the other nipple. Both nipples were unmistakably erect by now, hard and
jutting out from just above her ribcage. "Daddy....Daddy..." she murmered,
holding my head in her hands.
Still fighting myself for control, I rolled her over onto her tummy. She
looked over her shoulder at me, confusion showing on her face, and I said,
"Relax, honey. Just pretend I'm still scratching your back." Pulling aside
her long, still-damp hair, I lowered my mouth to the nape of her neck and
took her gently between my tetth, breathing hot and heavy against her skin,
then began moving downward slowly, alternately kissing, licking and sucking
her shoulders, her shoulderblades, then along her spine, until I came to her
perfectly round ass, which twitched and rippled under my breath. I gently
caressed her shoulders, then her hot little armpits, then her sides, while my
tongue began to slide down the crack of her ass. Moving my weight farther
down the bed, I wrapped my forearms around her legs, then softly pulled her
legs apart, while my tongue moved farther down between her cheeks. I held
her legs a bit more tightly, then darted my tongue over her pink, twitching
asshole, which I proceeded to probe delicately with my tongue. The child
squealed and pressed her face into a pillow, groaning as my tongue probed
into her ass, my saliva running down into the untouched region of her cunt.
Then I slipped her legs up over my shoulders, pressing her face father into
the pillow, and took a long, leisurely lick over her slick, quivering pussy,
from her tender clit all the way back to her asshole. I repeated this over
and over, sopping her with my saliva, sucking eagerly now at her clit, then
the plain, undeveloped little pussy lips, then her asshole again. She moaned
something I could not understand. Then I felt the cum bubbling up in my
cock, and I released her, and lay back, panting, on my back again.
She lay next to me, gasping, trying hard to catch her breath, almost sobbing.
She had not come; she had probably never come in her life, unless she had
discovered masturbation. Her breath became more normal, her little sobs
becoming little squeaks of pleasure, and sho rolled over and gazed up into my
eyes. "Oh, D-daddy," she whispered, "nothing ever, ever felt that good
before!" I sighed happily. "I'm not finished, honey," I said. "Just a
minute."
But she didn't wait. She giggled and threw the sheet over the side of the
bed, then bounced down and positioned herself between my legs. With no
coaching, simply for fun, she nuzzled her face up between my thighs and
sucked one of my balls into her mouth, then licked the entire underside of my
cock exactly as a child licks a lollipop, exactly as I had done to her a
moment before. But I couldn't stand it another moment. Groaning, I pushed
her down on the bed again, facing me this time, and, wrapping my arms around
her thighs, I oh-so-gently pulled apart her pussy lips and began probing and
sucking deeply on her hot young sex. Her little clit, hard as a button,
twitched and jerked in my mouth; I slipped one hand beneath her, and pushed
the tip of one finger into her asshole, slick with out mixed juices. She
sobbed again, grabbing at my hair, and I sucked her clit harder, sloshing it
back and forth against my tongue, sucking her into my mouth. Then she
stiffened, and grabbed my head tightly with both hands, and as she began to
sob with joy, the tide broke and her very first orgasm washed over her, while
her skinny hips bucked up and down beneath my relentless mouth. Her juices
began to burst forth from within her, the sudden aroma of female passion
flowering into my nostrils, her thighs clenching and clutching at my face.
When she began to catch her breath, I knew my time had come. I would not
fuck her (not for several more years), but I could not simply stop.
I pulled her thighs apart and slid back onto her. Taking her face in my
hands, I thrust my tongue deep, deeper into her mouth, letting her get a
taste of her own juices, and ran my dick up across her swollen groove one
more time. Then, mumbling that I loved her, I gasped, and my cock twitched,
and twitched again, and suddenly I was squirting my cum all over her flat
little chest and her round little belly. She was almost covered with the
stuff. Then, with a shudder, I rolled onto my back, perhaps sobbing a little
bit myself. And little Lyn moved up and kissed me, jabbing her pink tongue
as far into my mouth as she could; then she slipped down, my cum running off
onto the bed, and took my still-swollen prick in her mouth, licking and
sucking my cum off 'til I was clean.
I carried her into her bedroom, brushing her lips with kisses, then grabbed
one of her old t-shirts and wiped the cum off her body, and tucked her into
her own bed, naked, just like Daddy slept. And when her mother returned,
hours later, I met her at the front door, ripped her clothes off, and fucked
her harder and longer than I ever had before: enjoying and luxuriating in the
astonished woman, but thinking only of the little girl. And when Aggie came,
there on the living room carpet, squealing like a sow, I distinctly heard one
last giggle coming from the direction of little Lyn's room.
NEXT: Learning With Lyn, Part II
by Saynesberry
Saynesberry@hushmail.com
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