Teaching Tammy
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When I was 7, I was one of only a few kids on my street. We lived in a trailer park where most of the trailers were shielded by high wooden fences in the front, and divided by chain link fences in between the lots. I lived next to a family that had a 4 year old girl, Candy. I will never know for sure why, but I wasn't allowed to go into Candy's yard or house. I am sure my mother thought that her family was evil or dirty, which is why she kept me away. I find that ironic.
Candy's yard and mine were separated by a high chain link fence. When we'd "play together" we'd often hit a ball over the fence together. We spent a lot of time just talking through the fence. I 'll never remember how it happened or what even gave me the idea, but when Candy and I thought nobody was watching, we would press ourselves up against each other through the fence. Looking back, I'm pretty sure someone (most likely my uncle Josh) taught me very dirty things about being naked and touching each others private parts. I know that I was the instigator with Candy. There was a bush in the corner of the front yard, partially shielding us from the view of the street. We would meet near that bush, pull our pants and panties down, and press our tiny slits up against each other and rub them together. One day, a car driving past saw us, and honked. We pulled up our pants and were very nervous and scared for what our parents might find out, but nobody ever told them anything. Later, I would learn that the person who saw me in that car would take advantage of what they saw.
When Candy wasn't available to play, I would ride my bike up and down the street. The rules were that I was not allowed to go into anyone's house, but that I could stop and visit the neighbors and hang out on their porch. Our street was lined with people I didn't know, but a few houses down, there was a couple in their 60s, Hank and Mildred, who always seemed to be on their porch, and waiting for my afternoon visits. Most of the porches on the trailers were actually on the sides of the homes, facing the next house, not the street. From the street, a covered porch was barely visible.
The first few visits with them didn't really strike me as unusual. Mildred often had a cold drink to offer me, and even cookies once or twice. We would sit in the patio chairs and I would swing my legs back and forth, talking about the things that 7 year olds like to talk about. My body would be warm and moist and flush from the heat, and I would enjoy sitting for a while, having a cold glass of water. I felt good when I visited them, like they were my friends. They never asked me to leave, but eventually I would get bored and ride away with the promise that I would return soon.
One day, while sitting on the porch on a warm day, I looked down at Hank's lap. Out of the leg of his shorts, his penis was sticking out, partially erect. I remember being transfixed by the big plump head and rigid looking length. I tried so hard not to look at it while I talked to him, but I couldn't help myself. I stared at his "big boy part" coming out of his shorts and I wondered if he knew that it was sticking out. I decided that he didn't know, that it was just a slip, and that it would never happen again.
But it did happen again. The next time it happened, Mildred was oh the porch with us. I wondered, again, if he knew, or if she noticed. Surely if either of them knew his boy part was sticking out of his shorts, they would, at the very least, politely excuse themselves to fix it or ask me to leave. It wasn't much longer until I learned that Hank's dick was no mistake, and that he and Mildred had been working on a plan of action that would soon be revealed.
On my next visit, Mildred was especially kind to me. She offered me a drink and a snack. It was a hot day and I had been outside playing for much of the day. I stopped by later in the afternoon, when the breeze had picked up and the porch provided a nice shady retreat to cool off and relax. I snacked on cookies and lemonade, swinging my legs idly and watching Hank's member grow out of his shorts leg once again.
This time, they pounced.
"Honey, you keep looking at Hank's lap. Do you know what that is?"
I stammered and stuttered. I knew enough about sex to know that you were supposed to do it, but I didn't know how to talk about it, especially not to an adult. "No," I lied.
Mildred look at me slyly and said, "That is Hank's cock. When it comes out of his shorts like that, it means he's happy to see you and likes that you visit. When he pokes it out at me, I like to touch it. Would you like to touch Hank's cock?"
I was terrified but intrigued. I had no memory of ever having seen a penis, let alone touching one. However, I knew that he was an adult and I was supposed to do what he asked, and that was the driving factor behind my answer. "Okay," I replied timidly.
I walked across the porch to Hank and stood in front of him, seated in his chair. His dick began to peek out another inch from his shorts leg, as it grew in response to my nearness. Mildred took my hand and together we reached out. I ran the flat of my palm over the head and exposed ridges. My tiny hand barely covered it. I was surprised at how hot it felt, and how soft it was. Hank reached out and put his hand on my shoulder, and gave me a slight push so that I found myself kneeling in front of him, my eyes and mouth just inches from the head of his now purple cock head. Mildred was still standing behind me, very closely, but wasn't saying a word. Hank looked up and a knowing look was exchanged between the two. "Honey, I'm going to take my cock out of my shorts now. You'll be able to see all of it, and it will be more comfortable for me, okay?" I nodded. My breathing had become heavy and I was scared, but I knew that I was supposed to listen to adults and do what they asked me to do. And, despite my fear, I was very interested in what was going to happen next. My warm, flush body had began to cool, and the sweat drying on my skin in the breeze, plus the fear in my body, caused my skin to prickle and tingle.
Hank reached into his shorts and pulled the waistband down over his cock and balls. In my memory, his dick was as big as anything I had ever seen. It looked as long and as thick as my arm. My eyes grew wide and my fear ran deep, but I kept reminding myself that I was supposed to do what adults wanted me to do, so I stayed completely still, breathing fast, my eyes locked on the enormous man in front of me. Behind me, Mildred whispered, "Honey, open your mouth. Hank is going to show you what to do with it." I hesitated then, knowing that what was happening was wrong, and I was frightened, but more than anything, I wanted these people who I visited every day to continue to be nice to me. If I didn't do what they wanted, I knew I couldn't visit them anymore.
My hesitation seemed to irritate Hank, and he put his hand on the back of my neck with his left hand, and roughly grabbed a handful of my hair. With his right hand, he extended his upturned cock toward my face, and began to press the head of his cock on my lips. It was so huge, and I could barely open my mouth wide enough to get the head of it into my mouth. When the ridge of the head popped past my lips, he gave a moan of pleasure that made me feel like I had done the right thing. Mildred took my tiny head in both of her hands and said, "I'm going to do this for you. Keep your teeth out of the way, and I'll show you what to do." With both of her hands, she began to rock my head back and forth. Hank placed a hand around the front of my neck and began to moan. "Put your tongue out," he demanded in a gruff voice, and I did what I was told, to the extent that I could move my tiny tongue around his enormous cock head. I remember the distinctly musky flavor and aroma as Mildred continued to rock my head back and forth, becoming more forceful, trying to work more of Hank's enormous manhood into my mouth. It didn't get far, but Hank's reaction was obvious, as his breathing became labored and his grunts came faster. He ran his other hand up the length of his cock, in time with the motion of my moving head. Suddenly, he let out a moan that startled me and let loose with a load of cum right into my tiny mouth. I tried to jerk back, but Mildred held my head firmly in place until Hank was spent and his dick started to shrink. Cum ran out my mouth and down my chin. Hank used his hand to catch the drips so that it wouldn't get onto my shirt.
When he had tucked his cock back into his pants, he offered me a grandfatherly smile and told me how much he enjoyed it when I came to visit. He told me that if I would continue to come and visit him, he would "let me play" some more, but that next time, he would teach me something else and that I would like it as much as he liked what I just did to him. He suggested that as long as I wouldn't tell anyone about our visits, he wouldn't tell my mom, and Candy's dad, about what he had seen the day we were caught with our pants down.
Mildred patted me on the head and told me that she hoped she would see me soon. I rode my bike back home, filled with emotions that I didn't have any idea what to do with. I decided that something I had done was wrong, but since I did it, I shouldn't tell my mother. I knew I didn't want to get into trouble with her about Candy, or get Candy into trouble. If I did that, I wouldn't be allowed to play with her anymore. I played by myself for the rest of the day, thinking about the next time I visited Hank and Mildred. -->
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