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Subject: {ASSM} Learning to Love Kids (rev) Part 1
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Date: Mon, 03 Sep 2007 22:10:01 -0400
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Author: Wickard
Title: Learning to Love Kids (rev)
Part: Part 1/5
Summary: M discovers the joys of f during cons outing.
This has edits and added content. 
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
by Wickard

Along one of the back roads near my new to me home, past a
long wooden stockade fence backed by thick green growth, a 
painted wooden sign informed me this was the entrance to the 
"Woodland Nature Camp."  I slowed.

I'd checked the place out already on the Internet along with 
some others, looking at maps and reading the blurbs.  The 
prices, though higher than others in the area, were not 
outrageous; the pictures showed well maintained grounds and 
equipment; and it was close enough for either a weekend or a 
day trip.  All in all the place seemed a lucky find, 
someplace better than I expected, but a visit would answer 
my lingering questions.

A beautifully landscaped parking lot, nearly empty on this 
Tuesday afternoon, welcomed me and promised that the 
Internet pictures told the truth.  The fence by the road 
continued around the back of the lot to the edge of a 
windowless pale yellow stucco building, then continued from 
the other side of the building, bordering the parking area 
and  running along the road out of site.  To the right, high 
up the wall of the building, were the large blowers of a 
commercial kitchen.  To the left the wall was featureless.  
In the center were double doors topped by a half circle 
canopy.  I parked near the door between two bright yellow 
lines and strolled inside.

Across a small lobby was a carved oak counter, an older male 
with dark hair, naked from the diaphragm up since that was 
all I could see, behind it.  He looked up from the computer 
monitor.

"Welcome to Woodland Nature Camp.  How may I help you, Sir?"

I checked out the real wood paneled wall behind him.  A door 
just to his right led to places unknown.  Still, the outside 
promised the Internet was right, and the lack of visibility 
was promising.  My questions would ferret out the truth.

"Well, I'm new in the area, just returned to old family digs 
that my grandparents left me, and I'm kind of interested in 
your camp, found your site on the Internet, and thought I'd 
check it out."

"You're thinking of joining?  You do realize this is a 
nudist camp?"

"Oh, yes.  I figured that out.  I belonged to one in 
college, enjoyed the social benefits greatly, and now that 
I've moved I need to join another."

"Very good, Sir.  You understand that I must check first.  
Some people do not know."

"And they get highly perturbed and offended when you tell 
them, when it's their own ignorance at fault."

"You do understand."  The man smiled, a true smile this time 
and not the salesman's fake he'd worn before.  He visibly 
relaxed, at ease with a friend, or at least an acquaintance 
who would not attack him.

"How may I help you this evening?  Questions?  My wife and I 
own and operate this facility and try to keep the highest 
standards."

"That's the opinion I formed looking at your web site.  As I 
said I'm interested in leaning more: prices, rules, stuff 
like that."

"For your family?"

"No, just for me.  I'm single."

"You must understand this is a couples and family camp, but 
we do have a singles plan if you'd be interested.  First I 
need to know your name."

That was only reasonable.  "Donald.  Donald Sanderson.  My 
grandfolks lived just down the road."

"Sanderson.  Sold their land to a developer to keep the 
house and live out their years in comfort.  Good folk.  Left 
you the house if I remember.  Jock said you were the only 
one to amount to anything, and that I could trust you.  Good 
reference.  If you just go through that door to the office 
on your left Carol will explain everything to you."

The paneled oak door behind him led to a fluorescent lit 
office corridor.  One door on the left was open.  I knocked 
on the jamb.  A female voice told me to enter.  Behind a 
wooden desk a naked woman with tightly waved blond hair put 
down the phone and stood.  She was trim, with firm tits, 
flat stomach, and a manner that said she was friendly but 
unavailable.

She told me, "Come on in and get comfortable."  I knew that 
meant I should remove any or all of my clothes, but those 
not familiar with nudist culture could take that another 
way.

She continued, "I understand you want to join our 
community."

"Well, I'm new in the area, just starting a new job.  I used 
to belong to the club in Harrington if you'd like to check.

"I've heard of them, one of the better camps.  So that means 
you're familiar with the general rules and regulations these 
places run under: no obvious arousal, no undue or unwanted 
advances, no last names, no cameras, etc."

"Oh, yes.  That's not a problem."

"OK, then.  Unlike other camps we have three areas.  Area 
'A' is for families with children and has all the family 
rules as you can understand.  Area 'B' is for couples 
without children.  Again the usual rules apply, but you 
rarely see minors in that area so the enforcement is not as 
strict.  Occasionally you will see a minor there, but they 
are special cases and you'll learn more about them if they 
pertain to you.  Area 'C' is, again, for couples without 
children, but these couples are more open about their 
sexuality.  The no arousal rule is tabled and you 
occasionally see sex.  Sometimes it can get pretty wild.  We 
have one couple where the female half will occasionally take 
on all comers for anything.  Greg and I will join in that 
mess.  It's fun.

"All areas have pools and the usual courts.  Bike paths and 
bikes are available.  There are small rental fees and also 
excursion limits due to the decency laws of the uninformed.

"Now then, do you have any questions?"

"Well, I am single.  But, Greg you said his name was?  Greg 
said you had a program or something for singles."

"We stress couples only for the obvious reasons, but yes, we 
do have a program as you say.  We match up singles for a day 
or a weekend.  This is not a dating service or matchmaking 
or even an escort service or anything like that.  Anything 
you do besides be a couple for the time provided is up to 
you."

"That sounds good.  As I said, I'm new in town and would 
like to meet people."

"You understand then that there are no guarantees of 
satisfaction, or even that you won't drive each other 
crazy."

"Yes, I understand that.  It's a purely business 
relationship, we take care of each other's needs for the 
duration, and that's all."

"Good.  What gender would you like, and remember we are a 
very tolerant community.  If you want another male, say so."

"Oh, I'm definitely into females.  I like to look at all 
ages and types."

"Then it does not matter what body type we match you with?"

"Well, for that, oh, no one who's, what is it, grossly 
obese?  Other than that, yeah.  Sure."

"Do you have any age limits?"

"Well, if I have a partner I'd like to do stuff, play games 
and things."

"Mobile.  Excellent.  While you sign the papers I'm going to 
make a phone call if it's all right with you.  I was talking 
to one of the long time members, another friend of your 
grandfather, someone who's been with us from the conception 
of this place before we bought the farms and is helping us 
work out the details for a new area.  One of their daughters 
is tired of dealing with the family full time and wishes a 
break.  This may be the vacation she is looking for.  Since 
she lives in the family home I must check with her father 
first, you understand."

I smiled.  "Oh, yes.  Go ahead.  She sounds interesting.  I 
just hope she's not to much of a brat."  Someone's daughter?  
This could be a sweet young thing, late teens, someone I 
could I could teach, and would teach me.  This could be fun.

Carol began leafing through folders in the cabinet behind 
her.  When she finished collecting files she turned back to 
me holding a stack of papers a full six inches high.

"Just read and sign these.  Most are the regular contracts 
and agreements you'll find anywhere.  Others are special, 
only for this facility.  Feel free to ask questions, though 
we tried to stay with plain English.

"Oh, do you want to stay just the day your first time?"

"Oh, no.  No.  I definitely want a weekend.  That way I can 
sample everything available and make a good decision."

"Which I'm sure will be to come back."  She dropped the pile 
of papers in front of me, then lifted the phone.

I started skimming and signing releases from harm and 
responsibility, agreements to pay this and that, normal fees 
and rules and regulations.  There wasn't anything unusual 
until I found an agreement not to talk about anything I 
witnessed.  After that it sounded like I was entering a 
super secret organization.

While I was skimming and signing, Carol talked on the phone.  
The conversation seemed friendly enough but I only heard 
Gretchen and weekend.

Carol was ready for me when I pushed the papers back at her 
half an hour later.  As she skimmed through looking at the 
initials and signatures she murmured, "Good.  Good.  Fine 
then."  She looked up at me.

"This looks good.  Very good.  You can be here Saturday 
morning?  Between eight and ten?  As I said, one of our 
regulars has a daughter who wants to try some independence.  
She knows where everything is, so she'll be a good guide.  I 
think you'll enjoy yourself.  We'll see you Saturday?"

"Saturday it is."

I left wondering who I'd meet.  Probably an eighteen year 
old tired of hanging around with the family.  What would she 
look like?  A statuesque blond?  A slim red head?  This 
could be fun.

Anticipation woke me early Saturday.  I got breakfast and 
did my few chores, then watched some porn on the computer 
while I relieved myself.  There was no way I wanted to enter 
the place in a state of obvious arousal.  A quick shower and 
check of my towel bag and shaving kit, and I was ready to 
go.

No later than eight-thirty I pulled into a much fuller 
parking lot.  I walked to the counter and gave my name.  The 
kid behind the counter swiped my card and paged Gretchen.  I 
waited for the not too dumpy brunet.

Within seconds a kid bounced out of what had to be the 
restaurant.  She was eleven or twelve with long blond hair 
framing a thin face.  A pullover dress hid what was 
appropriate, but the thin material showed that her breasts 
were just beginning to develop.  Her legs were beginning to 
show a bit of womanly shape, and her feet were bare.  To 
tell the truth it looked as if she'd just thrown on the 
dress to come into the lobby and bounce up to the counter.

The kid behind the counter said, "Gretchen, this is your 
other, Donald.  Donald, Gretchen.  Look, kid.  If I hear one 
bad thing from anyone you're gonna get it when we get home.  
I know how Mom and Dad are; they'll let you slide.  But I 
won't.  Got it kid?"

"Oh shut up, Bill," the blond said grabbing the card on a 
rope the kid behind the counter dangled.

"You're in room B-twelve," Bill informed us.

Gretchen blew Bill a raspberry.  She tugged at my hand, then 
began to walk across the lobby to the other door swinging 
her arms through the pleats of her dress.

When I caught up she said, "I'm sorry.  Donald?  That's my 
oldest brother.  He gets that way sometimes.  What he said 
was that we're in area 'B' and we have room twelve in the 
motel since we're staying the weekend.  That'll be plenty of 
time for everything.  Come on.  The locker room's this way."  
She led me through the set of doors to the left.  We entered 
a locker room that reminded me of high school days.

"Over here," she called.  "I have this one.  You take that 
one.  Did you remember your lock?"

I set my bag down on the bench and pulled out a combination 
lock.  She'd already stowed her dress and was clicking her 
lock closed.  I looked her over as she turned toward me.  
She only came up to my lower chest.  As promised under her 
dress her breasts were just developing, and there were only 
a few barely visible pubic hairs.  Her shape was only hinted 
at, kid bland with a thin layer of fat smoothing out the 
bumps.  She was not at all interesting, but she was my 
partner for the weekend, and must know what to do.

"How did you learn about guys?" I asked as I began to 
undress.

"Tell you later.  My family's been members since Mom and Dad 
were dating, back when this place first opened up.  I've 
been every place in the camp, know where everything is.  
Don't tell anyone, but my brothers and I watched one of the 
gang bangs they have over in area 'C' and most of what they 
did looks neat but I don't know if I want someone to shit in 
my mouth.  Yuck."

I closed the locker, clicked the lock home, and spun the 
dial.  Grabbing my gym bag I told her I was ready.

She said, "I guess we should go to our room first and get 
rid of this stuff.  Come on.  This way."

She was the perfect guide, leading me by the hand through 
another door that led outside.  We walked along a path that 
was coated with some material easy on the feet.  Bushes 
abounded, and a line of boxwoods blocked my view farther 
into the camp.  A sign that proclaimed area 'A' pointed 
through an opening past the boxwoods.  Another sign directed 
us to follow the path.

As we walked I asked, "What do you do in school?"

"Oh, I'm home schooled.  We have the Kerry Course where we 
get assignments and study materials on line and talk to 
teachers and stuff at least once a week.  Both of my 
brothers are doing really well.  Bill's ready for college, 
and he's only fifteen.  My three year old sister can read 
already.  I'm finishing up Algebra, almost ready for 
Calculus, studying Organic Chemistry and Biology, American 
and World History, American and English Literature, and even 
some of the old stuff from the Arabian countries, back when 
they had a high culture."

"And you're, what, in sixth grade?  About that old?  That's 
way above what others are doing at your age."  Way above, 
hell.  This kid was genius level.  Even the smartest people 
I knew in college weren't that far along.  This kid could go 
places if she wanted.  And from her next statement either 
she didn't know, or she wasn't going to admit it.

"Oh, Mom says I'm really smart, but she's a certified genius 
and Dad's not far behind her.  I was reading college level 
when I was nine.  What do you do?"

"Well, I just started as research assistant at one of the 
Bell labs.  I have a doctoral thesis under review back in 
Harrington.  If that passes then I can move up the ladder."  
But not as far as the possibilities she had open to her.

A sign pointed us through an opening in the line of 
boxwoods.  Pine trees formed a barrier and limited the view.  
We turned left and entered a large open area.  All manner of 
people, short, tall, thin, fat, young, old, male, female, 
were swimming and playing tennis and volleyball and just 
sitting around; a normal scene at a nudist camp.  One couple 
held hands as they walked out of a manicured woods across 
the open area.

She pointed across a grassy area.  "The motel's over there, 
that long blue building.  Every room has a porch for when 
you want to sit outside and watch the world, and there are 
heavy drapes over the sliding door and windows so you can be 
private when you want."

Gretchen grabbed my hand and pulled me to a door with a 
number twelve on it.  She lifted the card from around her 
neck and slid it through a reader.  The door popped open.  
Inside was a modern hotel room with bad art and a full 
length mirror on the walls, a TV on a writing desk, a 
private bath, chairs for sitting, and a king sized bed.  The 
only thing missing was the bureau, expected since we didn't 
have clothes.  I threw my bag on the provided stand.

My partner jumped on the bed, then patted the other side.  I 
lay down next to her on top of the covers.  The mattress was 
firm and did not have a low spot like so many hotels do.  
This was a first class establishment worth the extra money.

Gretchen said, "Now that we're private I must explain about 
my family.  Carol and Greg said that as long as you didn't 
touch me, when I finished you could back out of the 
agreement if you want with no hard feelings.  But you're 
here, so I think you're curious and will at least spend the 
weekend with me, if not more."  She rolled onto her side, 
her head supported by her hand supported by the elbow on the 
bed, her right leg pulled up so her knee was in the air and 
her pussy exposed.

"First, as I've said before, Carol and Greg know about my 
family, so don't think telling them will get you anywhere.  
There are other members who do the same thing, live the same 
way, so many that Greg's thinking about opening a new area 
just for us.  If you act disgusted around here it will only 
get you ostracized."

She did have a college vocabulary.  In fact I wasn't sure it 
was the same kid who had walked me to the hotel.  Then I 
thought of those extra forms.  Now they made sense.  Her 
brother had acted like it was normal for her to be with 
someone my age.  And that girl coming out of the woods had 
looked a bit young at a distance, but that could just be her 
looks.  Considering what I had signed and seen, whatever 
Gretchen told me I'd take as the truth.

"Second, or first if you consider that statement as 
preliminary, my family as been sexually active with each 
other since I can remember.  My earliest memory was stroking 
Dad's dick and Mom's tits.  I've made Mom and Dad and my 
brothers all cum using my hands since forever.  At six I 
began giving and getting head, not only to the guys, but to 
Mom.  I like it, especially when they cum in my mouth.  I 
love the taste of cum.  When I was nine two years ago Dad 
did my ass for the first time.  But I'm not allowed to show 
my love for anyone in the family with my pussy until someone 
else fucks me first, which is what I really want from you.  
Does that bother you?  Consider that Mom's kind of glad I'm 
gone for the weekend 'cause Dad likes the way I suck.  Now 
Mom'll have Dad and brothers to herself."

She sure as hell didn't beat around the bush.  I'd heard my 
Grandfather talking about things like this, but his 
daughter, my mother, didn't act like it ever happened.  In 
fact she acted the opposite.  Still, she had visited her 
family quite a bit, sometimes without Dad, especially after 
Grandmother had died.  OK, there was incest, and possibly my 
mother partook, but never with me.  And what Gretchen had 
suggested was even worse.  Screwing a kid could put you in 
jail.  But we'd walked through the camp as a couple and 
nobody batted an eye.  And there were those extra forms.

I said, "Um, that's not how society says a family should 
act, but I'm sure there are some around.  Considering the 
various practices of other cultures until the missionaries 
started forcing their mores on the people of the world, 
yeah, I can see how that could happen.  It might even be 
fun.  I don't know.  I'll tell you one thing, I've never 
turned down a new experience unless it was some chemical I 
knew could harm me.  I don't do drugs.  They'd take away my 
alertness level and my enjoyment and my memories."

"That's what Dad and Mom say."

"You really like playing with your family, sucking and all?"

"God, yes.  I love the taste of cum, the hot sticky feel of 
it, making a dick hard, feeling it in my throat.  I've even 
drunk pee, and that's not bad.  But I don't like shit.  And, 
God, I want to get fucked so bad.  I'm soaked just thinking 
about it."

"You can get wet?  I'd think you were too young.  Can I 
feel?"  She rolled onto her back and spread her legs even 
wider in answer.

I ran my fingers along her inner thighs and lightly brushed 
her outer pussy lips.  She drew in a sharp breath, an 
indication of just how sensitive she was.  I slowly drew a 
finger from her ass forward, slipping inside her slit.  She 
was as wet as she claimed.  Lubrication almost dripped down 
her leg.  As I brushed her vagina she drew in another 
breath.  As I slid farther forward through her crack she 
began to wiggle, and when I brushed her clit her eyes 
glazed.

I told her, "You are very sensitive, and I suspect very 
horny.  I may remove your obvious arousal more than you 
remove mine.  You need a fix now."

"Then you'll fuck me?  Please, fuck me."

"We'll just see what happens.  Look.  You may as well know, 
I've only been with a few ladies my age, and I've never 
spent the night with anyone."

"I dream of waking up with a cock in me."

"Well, as I said, we'll see.  Right now come here and lay 
next to me."

She rolled on her side and snuggled against me, her tiny ass 
nestled against my cock.  "You're hard," she said as she 
wiggled her ass.  She rolled on her back again and spread 
her legs, throwing one across mine.

I took my finger and traced her tiny tits, slowly spiraling 
in toward her hard nipple.  I tasted her skin following the 
same track my finger had taken, until I could pull lightly 
on her engorged nipple.  As I suckled, I slid my finger 
along her well lubricated crack.  After eliciting various 
sounds with teasing fingers around her vagina and clit, I 
gently slid into the source of the lubrication.  She was 
tight, a finger cuff gripping me tightly and pulling me 
slowly in, bucking and wiggling to draw me deeper.

When my full finger was buried inside her I asked, "No 
hymen?"

She breathed, "I broke it, last year, hoping someone, would 
fuck, but no luck, so far.  Oh, God.  Please.  Please fuck 
me."

"Well at least you'll cum."  A quick flick of my tongue on 
her nipples and I slowly eased along her flat stomach 
licking and kissing that tiny, sexy expanse.  Her naturally 
hairless pussy lips tasted sweet when I reached them, as did 
the liquid flowing as I finally licked my way up her crack.  
The first time I touched her clit she bucked and her legs 
fastened themselves around my head.  As I drove her closer 
to the edge I inserted two, then three fingers into her 
hole.  She started a string of oh gods that culminated in a 
drawn out scream.

She was sensitive, and ready, and what some would call hot.  
She emanated a need I could feel, one that hadn't been 
filled yet but that even at her young age she was ready to 
receive.  I watched her as she came back to reality, finally 
asking the unnecessary question.

"Did that feel good?"

"God, yeah," she breathed.

I rolled on my back, my erection sticking straight into the 
air.  "Well, there's this poll here that needs a cover.  Why 
don't you get on top of me and lower yourself down?  That 
way you won't go deeper than you want."

"Really?  Oh thank you, thank you. thank you."  She rolled 
over, straddled my body with her young legs stretched across 
my waist, and slowly lowered herself onto my straining 
erection.  I felt her stretch over the glans,  her walls a 
tight tunnel capturing my manhood.  She slid down, engulfing 
an ever lengthening portion of my rod, grasping me so 
tightly it began to hurt.  I felt her pussy pressing on my 
body, her clit stimulated by my pubic hair surprised she 
took all of me the first time.  She began to rock, then to 
lift and lower, dancing faster as her stimulation rose.  I 
grabbed the sides of her chest, my thumbs brushing her 
nipples.  That set her off wildly.  She tightened so much I 
lost the rise of cum that was beginning, and began to lose 
my hard.  She danced and pounded, breathing harder, panting 
in a silent scream, a flow of cum releasing and soaking the 
bed under us.  Her eyes rolled back, her head lolled to the 
side, and she became still.

I gently lowered her forward, watching her head rock down, 
and lay her on my chest, gently moving inside her overly 
lubricated vagina.  Now that her spasms were finished I 
could feel how tightly she gripped me, yet so much liquid 
had flowed from her tiny body that I slid through that tight 
orifice easily.

"Hi," she said, her eyes fluttering open.  "I think I 
fainted."

"I know you did."

"Oh, God, that was so good, and it still feels good."

"I'll bet.  I'm still in you."

"Did you cum?"

"No, you're too tight yet.  It almost hurts.  Don't worry 
about it, though."

"Well, you have to cum.  I wonder how you taste with my cum 
on you?"

She eased herself off my dick, a look of extreme pleasure on 
her face almost like a cat who was getting scratched.  
"Jeez, that felt so good, your dick in me like that.  Now 
I'm just sore, but it's OK.  I can't wait to do Dad tomorrow 
night."

Gretchen slid down until she was lying between my legs, 
kissing my chest, then my stomach as she lowered.  I felt 
the kisses continue along my rock hard shaft, little pecks 
of pleasure.

She looked at me from under her eyebrows.  "You are soaked!  
Did I do all that?"

"You sure did."  With the amount of cum she'd put out she 
was going to drown someone when she got older.

"Wow.  You're all slick already.  Cool.  She slipped her 
hand up and down my lubricated shaft, then licked her hand 
in a long, slow stroke.  I already felt the urges start.

"And I taste good.  Good."  She grasped the shaft with both 
hands and began to slowly stroke, sucking the glans into her 
small mouth.  She was too small to take more than an inch of 
my shaft into her mouth, so she sucked and bobbed in small 
strokes on my head and used her hands to stroke my 
lubricated shaft.  It was enough.  The oh so desirable 
almost pain between my legs began to build.  I felt the 
pressure in my prostrate building toward release.  The 
uncomfortable feeling grew , a vessel with no outlet filling 
with no escape, ready to explode.  I held off as long as I 
could enjoying the pain, the feel of the small lips and 
tight cheeks as they and her hand worked on me.

Finally I could take it no longer.  An explosion of cum 
burst into her mouth.  A second explosion found its way past 
her lips and dribbled from the sides of her mouth.  She 
quickly drew back and took the third pulse between her eyes.  
A fourth and fifth pulse coated her face and dripped into 
her hair.  She wiped her eyes clear, then spread the thick 
liquid over her face, an angelic, satisfied smile growing.

She suddenly leaped and locked lips with me, her tongue 
digging at my mouth.  I could taste my seed and her cum, and 
something more, possibly her passion as a spice.  After a 
minute she pulled back.

"You taste good, and I love the feel of cum on my face, and 
the proteins, and you had so much for me.  Thank you, thank 
you, thank you.  So much fun.  So good.  So good."

"So now what?" I asked.  I wouldn't need another cum for a 
bit, that had satisfied me so.  I felt as if I'd found 
something I'd been missing all these years, something I 
should have experienced as a kid, but never had.

She bounced on the bed, still straddling me.  "Let me clean 
you up a bit, then we can shower, and then I'll show you 
around a bit.  Swim after lunch?"

"Sounds good," I answered.  She licked my dick until all our 
cum was gone.  We took a longer shower than necessary, 
soaping and playing with each other until finally, with hair 
still wet, we took a walk.



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