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Subject: {ASSM} Learning to Love Kids Part 3
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Date: Mon, 03 Sep 2007 22:10:02 -0400
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Author: Wickard
Title: Learning to Love Kids
Part: Part 3/5
Summary: M meets f love interest.  It is recommended you
read previous posts 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 Three
by Wickard

I called Greg on Monday, and as predicted he gave me the 
Doctor's office address and phone number.  I made an 
appointment for Wednesday at six in the evening and waited.

The Doctor had a small practice that covered his needs, with 
his three room office in the basement of his house.  I 
opened the empty waiting room door at the time specified.  A 
lovely girl in her early teens with short dark hair, small 
breasts, inviting curves, and sexy clothes accompanied by 
her look alike mother was just leaving.  The Doc stood 
behind them in a doorway.

"Sarah's fine, Rachel.  Her body is healthy and ready 
whenever her emotions are.  Don't push her.  That can cause 
as much damage as berating her for feeling good as so many 
do.  The time will come.

"But, Doc, I do so much want to become a Grandmother.  I 
love children."

You're still young yet.  Why not have more of your own?"

"Augustus says no more until some leave."

"Hm.  I'll have a talk with him.  As I said, be patent.  
When the time comes, Sarah will find the right person."

"I guess.  Thanks, Doc."

"If you have any more questions, feel free to ask.  And you 
can call.  I don't need the money that badly."  The girl and 
woman left with a smile and a wave.  Doc turned to me.

"Donald.  Good of you to come."  The door to the outside 
finally closed.  "Lock that thing, will you?  I want to do a 
quick check, nothing official mind you, and no charge.  I 
just want to make sure you're healthy and get you started on 
protection.  By the way, I am listed on the insurance your 
company has as a benefit.  Not taking new patients, I think 
they say, but that's just so I can choose who to see.  
Several families come to see me exclusively, and when it 
kicks in we'll make it official."  He led me into an all 
white examination room with all the usual accompaniments and 
patted the paper covered bed.  I slipped up on it and 
noticed that one wall was covered in snapshot portraits of 
adults.

"That is something I've been meaning to ask you.  How many 
kids are into these sexual games, and how do I know them?  
Is there some kind of sign?"

"We don't talk about that.  Ever."  He pointed at the wall 
of pictures.  "Those who want to will introduce themselves.  
It's always the child's prerogative, as I was telling the 
family that just left."  He asked the usual questions 
covering the most common symptoms.  My back and knees were 
thumped, and he listened to my chest.

"Yep, you're in good shape.  Get this prescription filled 
first chance you get.  Now we go up and eat."

He led the way upstairs.  Four sets of footsteps thundered 
down from the second floor, two boys, Mary, and a delightful 
eight year old with long blond hair a shining veil flying 
behind her.  Her eyes were a striking blue the color, a 
luminous ocean waiting for me to dive in, her skin clear as 
only very young skin can be clear.  She looked at me and 
smiled.  I literally melted into a nearby chair.  Where Mary 
was pretty in a plain sort of way, this girl was gorgeous, 
even at her young age.

Doc glared at the four naked mischief-makers.  He told me, 
"We have other visitors while Mother is working.  This is 
Bruce, Samuel, and the little one is Francisca.  They've 
just moved into the neighborhood, and are new patients, 
along with their mother, of course.

"Mary, you should be cooking."

"Sorry, Dad.  I just got so interested playing that I forgot 
the time.  Hi, Don."

"So I can guess.  Well, something quick then."

"How about hamburgers and mac-and-cheese?"

"Donald, is that satisfactory to you?"

"It's fine by me."

"Then let's get comfortable.  As you can see from the state 
of undress of the kids we are nudist in the house, along 
with the camp.  Go ahead and take your clothes off.  Relax.  
You want a coffee?  Something stronger?"  He walked into the 
dining room.

"Coffee will be fine, thank you."

As he poured the drinks he called into the living room, 
"Bruce, what have you learned today?"

"That girls are fun, that it's OK to do things with them, 
that even Sam can be fun sometimes, and that Fran's too 
young for almost everything."

"Am not!"

"Are too.  You're only eight."

Doc came back into the living room, handed me a mug of 
coffee, and sat in a large overstuffed chair.  "Francisca, 
he's right, and it's not because you don't want to.  You can 
use your hands, but your mouth is not really big enough to 
pleasure a mature man like Donald.  And you need to let your 
body mature before you do any more.  I'm sure Mary explained 
it.  You'll learn as the days and weeks go by."

Francisca jumped on my lap so she sat crossways and looked 
up at me.  "You know Mary?  She made Bruce shoot stuff out 
of his pee-pee.  And it got on her.  And she liked it.  Do 
you shoot stuff?"

Doc said, "Use the proper words, dear.  That's a penis if 
you're talking to me, or dick or cock if you're talking to 
your friends."

I smiled down at her and rubbed her leg.  "All men who are 
old enough shoot that."

She unconsciously spread her legs while she looked over at 
the younger boy who sat on the carpeted floor near an old 
steam radiator.  "Then Sam's not old enough."

"I will be soon," Sam answered indignantly.

Doc chuckled.  "Yes, Sam, when your body is old enough 
you'll start to ejaculate.  Until then it still feels good."

"It sure does," Sam said and grew a huge smile.

"Then don't worry.  You're normal.  The time will come."

Francisca turned around so her knees were at my hips, her 
bare bottom resting on my thighs.  "Can I feel what your 
stuff is like?"

I gazed at this gorgeous child sitting in my lap, her long 
hair flowing down her bare back as she looked up at me, 
eagerness showing on her face.  Between her spread legs her 
clit peeked into the light.  The sight of that protuberance 
sent blood to the capillaries of my dick.  It started to 
grow without any further stimulus.

"Sure you can.  Do you want to make it happen?"

Her eyes grew as she looked at me and she jumped up and down 
on my lap.  She looked at my dick as it grew more erect, 
slowly raising to point at the part of her body that 
interested me so much.

"Can I?" she asked quietly.

"If you want.  Have you ever done this before?"

"I watched Mary."

"Then I may have to help.  No matter.  Do you know what to 
do?"

"This!"  She grabbed me with both hands and violently jerked 
my nearly erect cock up and down.  Her upstroke stretched it 
to the limit of the skin's tensile strength, and then she 
mashed it down into my body.  I don't know how, but I 
managed not to scream, or even jump.  I grabbed her hands 
gently and stopped her.  Two deep breaths slowed my heart 
and breathing.  The pain slowly subsided.  To gain time I 
looked at the Doc.  He was watching, interested and ready to 
react if I needed help.

Quietly I told her, "You need to be gentle, dear, or you can 
hurt me badly.  Don't hold me as tightly.  And see how it's 
not really hard, yet?  Just play with it a bit and watch it 
grow.  Then let you hands slide along the skin.

"I'm sorry.  Does it hurt?"

I lied.  "A little, but it's not bad."

"Let me kiss it and make it better."  She bent over and gave 
the tip a peck, then obviously thinking that was not enough 
kissed her way around the glans.  Blood again rushed in to 
fill the capillaries.  I forgot the pain.

"Oh, it grew and it's hard now.  That's neat.  Like this?"  
She tried again, loosening her grip until her hands slid 
along the length of my shaft, her thumbs running along the 
sensitive vein underneath.

"There you go.  That's how you do it.  Just a little faster, 
and go a bit higher."  Her strokes lengthened, stroking over 
my sensitive helmet.  My head fell back as the pleasure 
relaxed me.  Her small hands stimulated my glans, then 
massaged my shaft down to the base.  She stroked up to the 
tip, then back to the base.

"It's getting even bigger," she said.

"Yeah, that feels good.  Just a bit tighter and faster."  As 
she followed my instructions I felt the pressure build.  The 
size of her hands, so much smaller than my own, and their 
position added to the pleasure.  After only a few more 
strokes the familiar ache grew into a pressure I could not 
hold back.

I whispered, "I'm getting ready.  Aim it at your neck."

She looked and carefully moved me so my prick was pointed at 
her chin, stroking me a bit harder and faster.  I felt the 
liquid shoot up my vein and out.  A stream of sticky fluid 
sprayed onto her chin and neck and began to dribble down her 
chest.  Her hands stopped and she just held me as I spurted 
between her nonexistent breasts.  The third spurt landed on 
her stomach.  More dripped down over her hands.

She licked a drop off her finger.  "Hey!  This stuff tastes 
good."

I looked at the young thing, her body covered in drips of 
goo, and angelic expression of pure pleasure on her face.

I asked,  "Do you want to lick me clean?"

"Sure!"  She licked my softening cock al over, her tongue 
stimulating the sensitive nerve endings until I could barely 
stand it.  She then wiped the drips off her body and licked 
her fingers.  By the time she was done dinner was ready.

After dinner Mary and the boys cleared the table and washed 
the dishes.  Francisca climbed into my lap again and leaned 
her head on my chest.  Doc handed me a beer.

"Let me explain something about this town.  From, oh, the 
time the whites were fighting the Indians, those we call  
Native Americans even though they immigrated too, the kids 
in this town have been emotionally more advanced than other 
places.  That is they've been sexually active at a younger 
age, and emotionally more mature so they've married at 
earlier ages.  Back in those days this place was mostly 
farms and woods and the nearest town was a good two days 
wagon journey away, so the daughters would move around among 
the families until they found a place to settle down.  Then, 
besides helping out, they'd satisfy everybody, as did the 
rest of the family.  It worked for them, and as I said the 
town was isolated.

"Well, that kept on over the years and even though the 
accepted age of consent raised from ten to eighteen, our 
girls, the ones from the colonial families, our kids still 
start early.  Adults don't do it; the kids start on their 
own.  Anyway, we know we have to live with it.

"Take that one falling asleep on your lap.  She just moved 
in with her Mom, who by the way was divorced by her husband 
when he met a teen in another state.  She came here at her 
sister's strong urging, after that one there started rubbing 
her aunt's breasts last year.  At least that's what I was 
told.  So as you already know from your own experiences, the 
kids eventually come home."

I gently rubbed between the girl's open legs, not enough to 
get her going, just enough so she'd relax.  That's how she'd 
been with me, what Doc had just described, not knowing, just 
curious and loving, ready to go.

Doc and I gabbed through another couple beers.  I enjoyed 
the sensation of young skin against mine, of hair brushing 
my chest and abdomen, of the weight of a small head 
listening to my heart, the warmth of a body against my own.  
Her even breathing relaxed me better than the beer.  I felt 
good, satisfied more than sexually, as if I'd found the 
reason to stay here.

All too soon the kids came down the stair dressed for the 
public.  "We gotta go," Bruce announced looking at his 
sister.

I called her name softly until her eyes fluttered open, then 
told her it was time to go home.  She said OK, then fell 
back asleep.  I picked her up and held her standing in front 
of me.  She pouted and started to protest, but I told her 
again it was time to go home.

Francisca opened her eyes and looked at me, then at her 
brothers standing by the door, dressed.  She started to walk 
toward the door.

"You have to get dressed," I reminded her.

"OK, Donald, I will."  She picked up a pair of jeans off the 
floor and slipped them on, then slipped on a pullover.

Bruce and Sam just stared.  "She's never been this good for 
Mom."

"Or Dad."

Doc grinned and stood.  "Well, grab what she left and make 
sure she gets in bed.  She's had an eventful day."

Sam looked at the small piece of clothing laying where the 
jeans had been.  "I'm not picking that up.  That's her 
underwear."

"You smelled Mary's" Bruce admonished.

"But she's not my little sister."

"I'll take them.  Baby.  Good bye Doc, Don, Mary.  See you 
tomorrow?"

"Sure," Mary replied, grinning.  After the door closed Mary 
said, "You're right, Dad.  Teaching others does help you 
learn."  She looked over, then moved in front of me and 
lifted my flaccid cock and flicked the head with my tongue.  

"How are you, Don?  Just a hand job?  I'll bet you could use 
a bit more.  I had Bruce in my butt.  It feels neat, sort of 
full, but different.  You want to try?"

Doc quickly interposed.  "No, he's not doing that.  I told 
you you're still to small down there for that.  You need to 
grow some more."

"I'm bigger than Gretchen."

"And I have no control over her.  I said you're too young 
yet and that's that."

I calmed things by saying, "I guess not.  If you want you 
can suck me off, but really, I'm OK."

"OK, then.  I'm going to bed."  Mary huffed up the stairs.

I ate dinner at Doc's many times, almost every week, joined 
by Mary, Bruce, Sam, and Francisca.  The sweetheart always 
managed to sit on my lap before dinner and get me off.  
After dinner she'd be on my lap again and cover herself in 
my cum, then nod off.  I could rub her all I wanted, and 
even caused occasional small orgasms.  One time I managed to 
insert the tip of my finger into her vagina, but she was too 
tight and dry for me to do any more.


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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