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Subject: {ASSM} LEARNING WITH LYN, PART II
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Here is the second installment of "Learning With Lyn." I have also submitted
an application for an Author's account. Thanks for your attention!
_____________________________________________________________LEARNING WITH
LYN, PART II
(The following is a true story. Please do not read it if you are disturbed
by detailed
accounts of physical love between a man and a very young girl.)
My first sexual encounter with little Lyn left me struggling with conflicting
feelings of terrible guilt and inexpressible joy. The guilt was inevitable:
how could I, a thirty-nine year old man, have allowed such a thing to happen
with a mere child? The joy, which was inescapable, came from the fact that I
had, in just a few hours, gone from being a neglected husband to being the
object of Lyn's innocent, raw desire. Lyn, my seven-year-old lover.
It was easy to rationalize, of course. Little Lyn wasn't my own flesh and
blood, so you couldn't really say it was incest, could you? And I had lived
with Lyn and her mother, my beloved Agatha, for over four years, and nothing
like this had ever happened before. And I had stopped short of having
intercourse with the child...just barely. Some would even say I could blame
Aggie for the situation: if she hadn't been so remote, so frequently absent
from the home, then Lyn and I would have never gotten started. But I'm not
interested in fixing blame; I'm sure there's plenty for me and Aggie to share.
But not Lyn. No, I refuse to see the child's actions as anything other than
normal and sweet. She was lonely, I was lonely, and she was old enough to
see the estrangement growing between her mother and me. So, in some
mysterious, childish way, she decided to pick up where Mommy had so clearly
left off.
As I said in my earlier account, I was astonished when little Lyn first came
to my bed. Oh, we had been *in bed* together many times before, of course:
we frequently took afternoon naps together, and there were plenty of times
when, like any child, she had toddled into our bedroom at night and crept
under the covers, sandwiching herself snugly between her mother and me.
There were even those awkward times when she padded into our room when we
were making love. This was a normal enough occurrence, and Aggie would
usually just carry her back to her own bedroom. But not always! I still
remember the night, when Lyn was about four, and her Mom and I were locked in
a sweaty, passionate embrace, Aggie's tongue probing deep into my mouth as my
cock throbbed and twitched inside her steaming asshole. We slept on a
king-sized waterbed, which moved in perfect harmony with our rhythms; when
tiny blonde-haired Lyn crawled up in bed beside us, we didn't even notice at
first. Then, as I began to spurt, and Aggie's moans became a shrill, but
muted scream, I glanced to one side and saw the child curled up, sucking her
thumb, her eyes wide, silently taking in our every movement. I gasped, and
Aggie glanced over and saw her, too: but, instead of stopping, she just held
me tighter and ground herself against me, digging her fingernails into my ass
as she came and came and came. Even when my cock began to soften, and my
juices started to trickle out of her asshole, mixed with a tiny stream of
blood from her brutalized rectum, she held me tight, gasping secret promises.
When I pulled out of her, I whispered that she should tend to the child, but
she muttered, "She's okay, don't worry," and moved down the bed to take my
cock in her mouth, sucking away the blood and semen and little flecks of shit
like she always did when we fucked this way. Then, when I was clean, she
climbed out of bed and took little Lyn by the hand, and led her out of the
room. She never spoke of the situation again. Imagine my amazement when I
found out, a few years later, that the child had inherited her mother's
sexual voraciousness, as well as her utter lack of shame! And imagine my
delight....but that was years later, as I mentioned earlier.
After the night when seven-year-old Lyn and I first wandered into our web of
lust, she didn't return to my bed for several weeks. I didn't worry about
this; I knew that she undoubtedly felt some of the same mixed emotions that I
did, and perhaps a little fear, too. The change in our relationship was
definite, however: now, when she prepared to go to bed each night, she would
insist on giving me a *big lady kiss,* mashing her lips against mine,
sometimes even darting just the tip of her tongue between them. Aggie didn't
notice, or didn't care; in fact, that just about sums up our marriage at the
time: Aggie didn't notice, and didn't care. But little Lyn cared. And she
noticed everything: noticed, for example, that her mother, who had formerly
slept in the nude or occasionally in a sexy negligee, now came to bed each
night wearing a flannel nightgown, and even socks! And although she didn't
yet know *the facts of life,* she recognized the loneliness and frustration I
felt from Aggie's increased absences from our home.
About a month after our first encounter, it happened again. Again, Aggie had
dashed off to her night classes at college, right after dinner; again, Lyn
was taking her pre-bedtime bath as I lay on the bed, reading the newspaper.
It was about eight o'clock; the sun had nearly set, and most of the
neighborhood noises were beginning to quiet down. I was jolted out of my
fascination with the sports page by Aggie's cheerful, mischievous voice:
"Look at me, Daddy! Do you like this?"
Startled, I dropped the paper and looked up. There, on the far side of the
bed, stood seven-year-old Lyn, her long, freshly washed blonde hair dripping
on her shoulders. But instead of her usual Smurfette nightshirt, she was
wrapped in a fluffy blue bath-towel, the corner of which was expertly tucked
under one arm.
Her naked shoulders, still damp and glistening from her bath, shook slightly
as she giggled, watching my reaction. I knew that she was an observant
child, but was it possible that she had noticed how instantly aroused I
became whenever her mother walked around the house in a towel? She held her
arms straight down at her sides, as though modeling the latest style, her
long, coltish legs revealed from her firm little thighs all the way to her
pink little toes.
"How about this, Daddy?" She pirouetted on one foot, turning to look over
her shoulder at me, like a childhood version of the famous Betty Grable
poster; then, without another word, she let the towel fall to the floor,
still watching me as I drank in the sight of her naked back and her perfect
little ass, still padded with baby-fat. "Y-you're beautiful, honey," I
stammered; and she roared with very childish glee, turned around to face me,
and struck another pose. Parting her legs ever-so-slightly, she ran the
palms of her hands down across her body, over her flat, undeveloped chest,
over her hard little belly, down across her groin until her fingertips
reached her naked little slit of a pussy. She closed her eyes halfway,
licked her lips, and slowly began to play with herself, covered only in an
involuntary blush that spread over her entire body.
"Y-you're beautiful, Lyn," I repeated foolishly, unable to say anything else.
"Thank you, Daddy," she murmured sweetly, cupping her glistening young sex
in the palm of her hand. For a moment, she seemed lost in her own thoughts;
then her eyes fluttered wide open, and she said petulantly, "Well, silly,
aren't you going to help me?"
Stunned, I reached out my arms to her, beckoning her to join me on the bed.
Slowly, she stopped caressing herself and moved to the edge of the bed, where
she sat down. But as soon as my fingertips touched her warm skin, she leaned
away. "Oh, Daddy, quit being so shy! Hurry up and take those dumb clothes
off!"
I was completely unable to resist or protest. As I stood up, starting to
unbutton my shirt, Lyn settled down on the bed, stretched out, and, watching
me, reached down and began to touch herself again. As I fumbled with my
belt and tugged at my zipper, her fingertips began to pull her little,
undeveloped pussy lips apart, and I glimpsed the pinkness within. As I
stepped out of my trousers and tugged at my shorts, she moistened one long
finger in her mouth, then began massaging her tiny clit. And I had wondered
if she even knew about masturbation! Here she was, as comfortable and
familiar with her own body as any grown woman - - more so, come to think of
it - - but a soft, warm little virgin, who still slept with a Cabbage Patch
doll at night! And she was putting on this little exhibition for me!
As I kicked off my shorts, and stepped back to the bed, Lyn smiled, eyes
gleaming, when she saw my cock jutting rigidly out before me. I am not
particularly well-endowed, but my six inches of hard, twitching flesh seemed
to enchant little Lyn. As I lay down beside her, she sighed, and rolled over
on her side, facing me, and immediately took it in her hands: not grabbing or
stroking or squeezing, but simply caressing it, from the balls to the head,
between her warm, preadolescent fingers. "Oh, Daddy," she purred, "YOU'RE
beautiful!"
"I'm - I'm j-just me, honey," I stammered. She chuckled happily and said,
"Oh, silly, let's not talk." Then she said something I will never forget:
"Can't you see, Daddy, that I just want to fuck you?"
I'm amazed that I didn't come even as she said the words. But I controlled
myself, sort of, and blurted out, "Lyn, darling, I'm not sure that's exactly
what you meant. Are you saying you want ME to fuck YOU?" (She had obviously
overheard the words from her mother, when we were making love.) "You mean
you want me to put my, ummm, my...."
"Oh, Daddy, shut up!" she exclaimed. "I know you won't do that! You think
I'm just a baby! But I can fuck you!" Sitting up abruptly, she reached out
and grasped my shoulders, trying to push me down to the bed. I complied, and
lay down, seriously confused, on my back. What on earth did the child have
in mind?
Moving over next to me, she put one arm around my neck, firmly took my cock
in her other hand, and leaned over me, her flat little chest mere inches from
my face. "Kiss me, Daddy," she said. "I know I don't have titties like
Mommy, but kiss me anyway!" She leaned over farther. Putting my arms around
her, I lifted my head and sucked one of her tiny, peach-colored nipples into
my mouth. I breathed heavily on her skin, as I flipped and flickered the tip
of my tongue over the suddenly hard, amazingly erect little button. As she
began to moan, I quickly switched to her other nipple and repeated the
process. Her hand twitched and grabbed my dick as firmly as a majorette's
baton. I was about to flip her over on her back when she broke our embrace,
pushed on my shoulders again, and commanded: "You stay there!" With no
explanation, she jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom, returning a
moment later with something wrapped up in a fresh washcloth.
She sat down at the foot of the bed, smiled gloriously at me, and suddenly
leaned over and actually sucked one of my small toes into her mouth! I
jerked convulsively as she sucked it, hard; then she sat up, laughing
uproariously, and said, "Good little piggy! We'll play some more later! Then
she launched her seventy-pound body halfway up the bed, and, wrapping her
arms around my thighs, she took as much of my cock into her mouth as she
could - - maybe half the length of the shaft. She rocked her head from side
to side, slurping at my flesh, jabbing her pink tongue in and out of the
little hole, then mischievously taking the tender skin in her gleaming baby
teeth and biting me: just hard enough to hurt, without really hurting, if you
know what I mean.
I rolled my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes, luxuriating in the
exquisite sensations. She released my dick with a loud, wet, *pop!* and
began to nibble at my balls, while her hands moved up and pinched my nipples.
Then she slowly drew her fingertips across my abdomen and my groin, pausing
to play with the wild pubic hair for a moment; then, moving her head down
further, she began to flick her tongue over my asshole. I was very glad that
I had showered as soon as I returned from work.
She licked and smacked at my hole for a minute or two (it seemed like an
eternity; it seemed like only a second), then she gripped my hips and began
to roll me over onto my stomach. Of course I cooperated, turning over, dizzy
from the raw pleasure of being sucked and probed by this tiny angel's tongue.
I spread my legs apart, so that she could reach any part of me she wanted;
then I got the shock of my life.
She had reached down beside the bed and retrieved the little bundle she had
brought from the bathroom. I heard the telltale squishing sound of K-Y jelly
being squeezed from the tube, and before I could react, she had slapped a
handful of the stuff onto my buttocks, and began to massage it into my ass.
"Oh, Lyn, baby!" I moaned, unable, unwilling to protest, clutching at the
pillow beneath my head. I heard her giggle again, then she quickly scooted
up the bed and rolled on top of me, her thighs clenching my sides, her
greasy, hot hands rubbing at my shoulders. She leaned over me and kissed my
cheek, then slipped her tongue into one ear, then whispered throatily, "Okay,
man, now I'm gonna do it....now I'm gonna fuck you!"
Before I could move, she had jabbed one long index finger deep into my
asshole. She habitually bit her fingernails, and I gasped a little when I
felt the ragged edges nicking my rectum. When her finger was all the way in,
she kissed my ear again, still lying atop my back, and slipped in a second
finger. As I groaned with pain and pleasure, her soft fingertips brushed
against my prostate, and my entire body shuddered with indescribable
sensations. If this was her idea of fucking me, I was happy to go along with
it!
She kissed my cheek and I felt her body move towards the foot of the bed.
When she came to the edge of the undulating water-mattress, she slipped off
the bed and knelt. Spreading my ass-cheeks wide with one hand, she slipped
yet a third finger into me, and lowered her head to lick and suck on my balls
from behind. Then she slipped her hand under me and grabbed my cock, none
too gently, which she pulled back until it was poking straight down between
my legs! She slobbered and slathered her saliva down the underside of the
shaft, then tickled the hole again with her tongue, this time sucking out a
large drop of semen. As I shuddered at the feeling, she reached down and
squirted another huge glob of K-Y onto my anus, stretching it and prying it
apart with the three fingers that still tickled my prostate.
Then, without warning, she jerked her fingers out of me. I moaned, from
relief and disappointment; but within seconds, I felt all five of her eager
fingers tickling my hole at once, kneading it, pushing at it, even gently
scratching it. "Okay, Daddy," she announced huskily, "Your baby Lyn is gonna
fuck you now!" And without further ado, she rammed her entire fist inside
me, pushing aside all resistance, apparently not knowing (or not caring) how
much it might hurt.
And it did hurt; I felt as though her little hand were a railroad spike, and
I could feel my rectal tissues begin to tear. But she continued, shoving her
hand father into me, banging her knuckles against my prostate, until she was
buried up to the wrist. Then, without moving her hand, she scooted up beside
me on the bed, and began to rain butterfly kisses down on my shoulderblades,
my back, and the top of my butt. She made one long, sloppy lick up my spine,
then moved down slowly, and, gripping one buttock with her free hand, she
shoved her hand even father into me, until she could go no farther. Her arms
was buried in my ass almost to the elbow. She gasped, and I realized that
she was just as aroused as I was. Kneeling on the bed beside me, her arms
buried in my bowel, she did a slow, cheerleader-type split, and began to rub
her pussy on the quivering mattress. "I hope I'm not - - oh! - - I hope I'm
not hurting you, Daddy! But even if I am, I'm not - - ahhh! - - gonna stop!
I'm fucking you! I'm fucking you! I'm fucking my - - oh!!! - - I'm fucking
my Daddy! Fucking him! Fucking him! Fuck! Fuck!" She was babbling now,
squealing, bouncing up and down on the mattress, rubbing her naked young cunt
back and forth on the sheet. The sound of her words pushed me over the edge,
and I felt my cock constrict. I grunted heavily, and Lyn glanced down and
saw my cockhead quivering and throbbing. Now she was pulling her arm almost
out of me, then shoving it back in; like a hot little piston, she rammed it
in and out, in and out. "I'm fucking - - uh!!! - - you!" I cried out in
pure joy, and as the first blob of semen shot out of me, squirting down to
the bottom of the bed, she cried out, too, and leaped for it, her arm impaled
deeply inside me. "No, Daddy! Don't! I wan - - I want it!" She twisted
around and dove for me spurting cock; she reached it when I was still coming,
and furiously sucked it into her mouth. She grunted and groaned and
squealed, gobbling, almost choking on my cum, and with a final squeal. she
spread her legs even wider, and as gooseflesh broke out on her thighs and
belly, she began to squirt a clear, thin fluid out of her blood-swollen pussy
lips. It was the first time I had ever seen a female ejaculate....and, far
from being disgusted, all I could think of was how I'd love to suck it from
her, if only I weren't pinned to the mattress by her preteen pistoning
pretend penis.
Finally, we had both shot our wads, and the bed was covered with our juices,
the K-Y jelly, and, I suspect, more than a little bit of girl-piss. We
embraced, upside-down, and she slowly withdrew her arm from my ass. When her
hand came out, I felt the chill of fresh air flowing into my guts, and I
heard little Lyn squeak a little squeak of contentment. I didn't move, but
lay there gasping, spent, bleeding, paralyzed by happiness. The bed quivered
and shook as the child wiped her hand and arm on the sheets, then moved up to
my head and bent to kiss me again. And as her long blonde hair fell over my
cheek, and her hot breath filled my ear, she murmured one final demand.
"Okay, D-daddy! Now, before Mommy gets home, YOU'RE gonna fuck ME!!!"
NEXT:
LYN HAS A GUEST
by
SAYNESBERRY
If you liked this story, tell me!
Saynesberry@hushmail.com
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