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From: "Wickard" <Wickard@comcast.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Learning to Love Kids Part 5
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Date: Mon, 03 Sep 2007 23:10:02 -0400
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Author: Wickard
Title: Learning to Love Kids
Part: Part 5/5
Summary: M makes love to f first time.  Should read previous posts. 
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 Five
by Wickard 

During the next three years I could not get rid of 
Francisca.  No matter where I was, if she was anywhere close 
she would find me.  Not that it bothered me, or that I tried 
real hard to avoid her.  We still ate dinner together on 
Wednesdays, and at other times we just enjoyed each other's 
company.  I enjoyed her excitement at all things new, her 
willingness to learn.  She even kept up with the news and 
formed her own opinions about current events.  Occasionally 
she was right on target with her predictions.

We'd meet at Doc's or the Woodland Nature Camp.  She helped 
me move into my new house when I sold the old family farm 
house and moved into something more modern just down the 
road from the camp.  Her decorating ideas were strange to 
say the least, but I tried some of them, and one actually 
worked out.  We celebrated birthdays and holidays, buying 
gifts for each other.  I had no idea what her mother 
thought, but Doc assured me she was not upset.

Three months past her eleventh birthday she reached puberty 
and started to blossom.  I watched and enjoyed as her hips 
rounded and her breasts grew, as she became more sensitive 
in her erogenous areas and in how she gave pleasure, and the 
increasing emotional pleasure she felt when she gave good 
head or got an orgasm from me.

She had become my permanent partner on the weekends, staying 
with me in the Open Family section.  She'd play with her 
friends in the pool or park while I talked to Doc, or we'd 
take a walk in the woods, or, of course, we'd enjoy each 
other in our room.  One sunny Saturday in June, Greg and 
Carol rolled in a huge birthday cake, the usual occurrence 
on a twelfth birthday.  This one was special to us, however, 
since it had her name on it.  People gathered congratulating 
Francisca on her coming of age in the community, and 
enjoying the celebration.  Everybody in the Family Area 
wanted to talk to us, to touch us.  It appeared we were not 
only well known, but well liked.  Eventually Doc found us 
sitting on a bench by the woods, away from the crowd, taking 
time for ourselves.  He sat next to us.

"Enjoying the party?"

I looked at the people crowded around the cake.  "Give 
people an extra way to get fat and they can't resist."  
Francisca just rolled her eyes.  She liked large crowds as 
little as I did.

Doc chuckled.  "I got to admit, that was a good cake.  Now 
it's a gathering point.  In a couple hours Carol will pack 
what's left and you two can divide it up.  That's not why I 
came over, though."

I wondered what was on his mind.  He knew, or must have 
sensed, that we wanted to be away from people for a time, 
yet he had joined us.  I'd learned that this meant he was 
acting in his professional status and had some official 
information to pass along.

He said, "Don, you've been on the implant for years.  Fran, 
you got your first one two months ago after your first 
menarche.  Remember to get it renewed every six months until 
I say you have a choice.  Do you agree?"

Francisca peered up at Doc, her eyes slits as she tried to 
work out what he was trying to say.  "You make it sound 
important.  Why?"

"Yep.  I think you're as smart as my Mary was at your age.  
That's a good thing, and something you don't want to laze 
away.  What I'm saying sounds important 'cause it is 
important.  Unless you have a current working implant you 
can not show Don how much you love him.  And he cannot do 
the same for you."

Her eyes got big.  "You mean we can fuck?"

He smiled.  "I think for you two it will be more than that.  
From what I've seen, you two have bonded.  That bonding will 
strengthen.  There will be an emotional factor you will not 
get from anyone else.  This means that sex with anyone else 
just will not be as good, but I think you've already 
discovered that."

Fran was beaming, her whole face alight.  She was jumping up 
and down with anticipation.

Dock continued, "Now remember, Fran.  Making love is not 
just the act itself.  There are all the games you've already 
learned, plus more you'll discover, some entirely your own.  
It's a way to have fun with the one you love."

"And I really love you, Don."  She pulled me down and kissed 
me.

"And for some strange reason I love you," I told her when  
we broke.  I don't know why, but I did.  I didn't want to be 
with anyone else, and it wasn't the sex.  It was life.  
Still, she had a lot of growing, a lot of maturing to do.  
People's personalities usually changed as they neared their 
twenties.  Their interests and passions changed, their wants 
and needs.  Who knew what Francisca would feel at that age.  
I hoped she still felt strongly for me, but if not, then I 
would let her go, let her be herself.  It was only fair, the 
right thing to do.

But that was in the future.  Francisca reached up and began 
to kiss me, her tongue exploring my mouth.  Without letting 
go, she twisted and threw a leg over my legs, straddling my 
lap and supporting herself by her knees on the bench.  I 
stroked her budding breasts, enjoying the feel of her erect 
nipples topping her lemon sized mounds.  A warm wetness 
began to rub against my semi hard cock causing it to grow.  
Francisca rubbed her dripping cunt against me, slowly losing 
control.  A few times before she had had small orgasms from 
me just rubbing her, but never like this.  She was building 
up to a monster cum just from us rubbing together and using 
her imagination.

Mary quietly said, "Now is the time, Fran.  Go ahead.  I'll 
guide you this time."

Without letting go of my mouth, Francisca began to shift her 
body toward my now erect shaft.  I felt a hand grasp me and 
rub the glans through the lubricating juices flowing from 
Fran.  I was held still.  A tight band lowered itself over 
the head, the entrance to a tunnel that slowly enclosed my 
glans in wet warmth.  Fran mewed into my mouth as I felt a 
resistance push against me, then let go.  The entrance slid 
slowly down my shaft and a tunnel slowly surrounded me, a 
soft glove fully in contact with my shaft.  I felt her ass 
resting on my legs.  I was fully impaled in this gorgeous, 
sexy, loving twelve year old, and the rest of the world did 
not exist.

I broke the kiss and looked into her watering eyes.  Drops 
of saline left tracks on her cheeks.  She must hurt.

I asked, "You OK?"

"More than you can imagine."  She began to raise, rubbing my 
dick with her soft tunnel that would not let go.  She began 
rocking, chanting her love for me in time with her 
movements.  I realized she was experiencing this new 
sensation, this ultimate act of love with the person she 
loved most, that no matter what happened to us in the future 
she would always remember this time, how it felt, all the 
love, and that nothing would ever compare to this.

Her tempo quickened, as did my need.  I covered her lips 
with mine and matched her stroke for stroke, boring into the 
tight hole as she impaled herself on me.  Her body 
stiffened, her vagina clasped me tightly, and I erupted 
inside her, finding the emotional orgasm that had been 
missing before.  I was completely impaled in this small 
person, a whole as long as she was with me.  Tears of 
happiness filled my eyes as my cock slowly deflated inside 
my one true love who sat on my lap.

We came back to an awareness of the world, that our 
surroundings were not private, that the approving gallery 
that had gathered was quietly cheering our newfound love.  
Fran looked at me, tears streaming from her eyes, streaking 
her face.

I asked again, "Are you OK?"

She smiled and chuckled, traced a line down my cheek, and 
said, "You too.  You're crying too.  Oh, God, Don, I love 
you more than I can stand.  Don't you ever, ever leave me.  
Ever."

Four years later we stopped the implants.  Gretchen's older 
brother completed Medical School, joined Doc, began to take 
over the load, and has become our family doctor.  And, boy, 
do our kids like to play.


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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