Date: Thu, 5 May 2011 15:58:02 +0200 From: John P Subject: John's Early Learning chapter 16 mbb JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING by John P Copyright 2011 Chapter 16 At school today, I ran into Chris during afternoon break and he asked if I want to go to his house on Saturday and spend the night. I said yes almost before he'd finished the question, giving away the fact that I wanted to be with him. We arranged a time and, as he left, I turned and silently mouthed. 'Yesss!' His parents going away for the weekend was the reason he asked me and his long foreskin was the reason I wanted to go. That gorgeous foreskin is 2 inches long when his cock is flaccid and, at 16 years old, it means that he's got a much bigger cock than I have. I love him in my own schoolboy way, although I suspect that the sex he has with me is really the reason I'm so infatuated with him. When I arrive at the address he gave me, I find it's a house in its own grounds, surrounded by massive gardens. I dismount my bike and ring the bell and it's answered by Chris, looking very sexy in his white shorts. He invites me in and we go through to the kitchen where he fixes us both up with a Coke. I watch him as he moves, admiring his well-muscled legs and watching his crotch whenever I get the chance. My own little 14-year-old dick is stirring as I watch him and it hasn't gone unnoticed that my shorts are tenting a bit. "You're sleeping in my bed if that's OK," he says and I silently cheer. "Bring your stuff upstairs and I'll show you where it is." We trek up the stairs and I'm watching his bum with the occasional look at the size of the house. Wow! It's like mansion. I chuck my stuff next to the wardrobe he points out and he leads me back downstairs to the kitchen. We chat about this and that, other pupils, teachers, the latest computer games and he asks what I'd like to do. I shrug and say, "Anything really," and he says maybe we can play the last two computer games he got later. I say, "Yes, OK," and we decide to return to the kitchen. After a bit more chat, he blushes a bit, obviously nervous about asking me something. "I've hidden some porn in the summerhouse. Do you fancy a look?" he asks and I nod straight away. "Come on then," he says, "bring your Coke." He leads the way into the back garden and it's enormous. We turn a kind of dog-leg around some bushes and this big greenhouse appears. It's a giant garden shed with lots of windows and, to be honest, I've never seen anything like it. Several easy chairs and a couple of settees are scattered about, all with lots of cushions. When we go in, he says to sit down and I pick a settee while he searches for the porn. Under a small table, there's a loose floorboard which comes up when he puts the blade of his pen-knife into the crack between that and the next one. He brings out a couple of magazines and a lot of loose pictures, sitting down next to me before sorting them out. I notice as he lays the magazines to one side that the cover of one shows a man and a boy aged about 11 enjoying themselves, the young boy's dick inserted into the man's mouth. Wow! I didn't know boys started that early. Chris sorts the pics into order and gives them to me, saying, "Take a look at these." When I look at the first picture, it's a photo, in fact they're all photos. A little boy wears almost transparent pink little girls' knickers and the next photo shows a close-up of his little stiff dick encased in the flimsy nylon. His hands are placed near his groin, on either side of his obviously bare pubic bone, as if to draw attention to the dick which stands at attention inside. In the next photo, a larger hand squeezes the little penis, the boy's own hands covering the hands of whoever is molesting him but not pulling the hands away. I'm getting a bit aroused by this and I'm sure Chris is noticing it. "What do you think of my little brother?" he asks and I look up, not sure I've heard him properly. "Doesn't he look sexy?" I'm remembering now that both my dad and Uncle Fred have enjoyed making me wear knickers when they've had sex with me, and then I remember that the first time Chris fucked me in the woods with Uncle Fred, I was wearing knickers then. What is it with men wanting boys to wear knickers while they have sex with them? They feel sexy when you're wearing them certainly and no doubt it gets men off harder and faster if they can act out the fantasy. "Yes," I say, "he looks very sexy," and I study the photo more closely. "His little balls look lovely in pink," I add and Chris laughs somewhat nervously. The next photo shows the little boy's bottom and I have to admit that he certainly does look good in those tight knickers. My dick's stirring and I wriggle a bit, trying to make it lie down or at least become more comfortable in my shorts. Chris has seen me do this and he smiles, knowing what's happening. When I glance surreptitiously at his crotch, I can't help but notice the tent in them. He's turned on too, in a big way. When I can tear my eyes away, I look at the next photo and it shows his crotch again, knickers pulled down and tucked under the grape-sized balls. I'm getting aroused now and it doesn't help when Chris puts his fingers against my crotch, feeling my shaft. "You're hard," he murmurs, stating the blindingly obvious, and he leans towards me, kissing my neck. "I remember you in knickers too when I first met you, and you were sexy too." I turn my head towards him and kiss his lips. He's lit my blue touch-paper and I'm set to go off in the near future. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and his arms go around my neck, and I'm responding, my arms going around his waist. Then we grope each other, hands now busy tracing the outlines of each other's dick in our shorts. He stands, pulling down his shorts until his cock is uncovered, standing proud, long and thick. It's throbbing to his heartbeat and I'm watching it, like a snake before a snake charmer. He quickly spreads the four photos on the settee next to me and he pulls me to my feet, pulling my shorts down too and touching my erection with his long fingers. I respond to his touch, eyes closing as he feels my shaft and the knob which has become wet with pre-cum. He puts one hand on my shoulder and I sink to my knees, knowing how he wants me to please him. His cock is erect, a full six inches of hard steel, and my fist pulls back the long foreskin. My lips open so that I can touch the tip of my tongue to his knob, trying to force it into his pee-slit and licking up his salty pre-cum. I open my mouth wide and take his whole knob in, licking the underside but concentrating on touching his frenulum, that most sensitive spot. I suck his cock for only moments before he stops me and faces me towards the settee where the photos are laid out on display. He puts his hand on the back of my neck and gently guides me so that I'm bending over and my hands support me on the seat of the settee while I'm facing the photos. He drops to his knees behind me and his tongue touches my bum-hole, and I open my legs wider to help him. His tongue is talented and he's giving me the most wonderful feelings as he slides it inside me. He's fucking my bum with his tongue, forcing it in and out, and the fireworks are going off in my head. The photos before me increase my arousal as Chris tongue-fucks me and I imagine the little boy's dick thrusting in and out of my mouth while I'm stroking his pink knickers with my fingers, feeling the smooth nylon. The little boy's balls would be small in my mouth and maybe I could fit both of them in, licking and sucking them as his big brother fucks my bum. God, I'm thinking of sex with a little boy now. What's wrong with me? Chris stands and I brace myself, waiting for the attractive 16-year-old to penetrate me, waiting for the cock that will breed me. I feel his knob at my pucker, wet with my saliva, and he pushes into me. I gasp at the intrusion but he holds my hips tight, making sure I don't escape. I've remembered to push out my sphincter and suddenly the big knob is in me. It feels so big as it forces my anus open and he pauses, waiting for my rectum to get used to the invader. Then he pushes again and he's in me, all the way into me until I can feel his pubic hair tickling my buttocks. I'm full inside; there's no room left. My rectum is forced wider by his big cock and I can feel his heartbeat through his prick trapped inside me. I'm still looking at the photos, imagining his little brother's tiny bum with Chris's cock forced up into it and the thought is exciting me to the point where I'm making extra saliva. A big cock up that little bum, yes, yes, oh yes, what a sight. Chris begins to fuck me slowly, bending over my back so I can feel his chest and he plays with my nipples, stroking them, pinching them. He's moving gently back and forth, and the feeling of discomfort I have is being replaced by the pleasant feelings I've learned to enjoy. He fucks me steadily and I'm looking at the photos, seeing myself licking his little dick, licking his tiny rosebud, pulling his knickers down so that I can lick his balls. Then Chris is whispering in my ear, "You like his knickers, don't you, John? You'd like to suck him off, wouldn't you? Suck his balls?" and I nod. "Would you lick his bum-hole, John? Would you kiss his little dick?" I'm getting very worked up by his sex talk and I can't think straight. I'm being fucked vigorously now, long strokes, short strokes, and he's banging me hard. "Do you want to watch while I fuck him? Like to watch little boys, do you?" I'm looking at the photos, imagining all the things Chris is saying and I'm rock hard. "You're a pervert, arent you, John?" he pants into my ear and I nod. "Say it!" he commands and I cry out what he wants to hear. "Yes, Chris, I want to do your brother. I want to fuck him too. I'm a pervert!" I shout and Chris speeds up, banging me harder as he approaches ejaculation. There's nothing loving about what he's doing to me, no finesse, no caring; he's violently raping me and I'm standing with legs open wide, encouraging him to do it. I'm panting now and moaning, and Chris is pinching my nipples harder, hurting me but I'm beyond caring. I want his spunk. I want him to breed me. "You dirty pervert!" he shouts, spitting out the words in apparent anger but he thrusts one last time into me and holds still, and I feel his cock jerk inside me and the first spurt of his semen shoots into me. He's cumming and screaming, "Pervert! pervert!" and he's shuddering as my rectum is being filled with hot seed. I'm moaning as he's screaming at me and I feel each shot of his hot spunk as it's pumped into my willing hole. "Fill me," I shout and he hugs me tighter, his cock pulsing as he fills me. I'm trembling with emotion as his orgasm peaks and I wait for him to finish using me. I'm looking at the photos again and imagining the joy that the little boy would get from being fucked in his tiny bottom. Briefly I think, 'I'd love to suck Chris's spunk out of his little bum,' and then I realise I'm being the pervert that Chris accused me of. He's still now, his shuddering has stopped and he's stopped torturing my nipples. I stand still so that the last dribbles of his spunk will drain into me and I wait for him to decide when he'll pull his cock out of my battered bum-hole. I'm full of his seed and I feel happy when he starts to kiss the back of my neck. I can't kiss him back because my back is towards him but I reach behind me with one hand and squeeze his thigh, letting him know that I love him, that I love him bumming me. When he finally pulls his cock out of my hole, I turn around and go to my knees to clean it of his spunk and a few flecks of my shit. I lick it clean, he joins me on the floor and we cuddle. I have to ask. "When did your brother start wearing knickers?" and Chris began to tell me the story. "Three years ago, when I was 13, I saw some pictures of a man wearing womens' knickers. It really turned me on and I just couldn't get it out of my head. I was on the computer day after day, looking for more, and I found some. My cock was so hard and I'd wank off to them, sometimes three times a day. I didn't want to wear them myself; I just wanted to wank off to somebody else. My brother Andrew saw me wanking over them one day and I had to explain what I was doing. Can you imagine explaining wanking to an 8-year-old?" I shake my head and he continues. "He was so curious about wanking and he's such a good brother that he asked if he could do it for me. I was so touched that he wanted to help me and I cuddled him. He touched my cock and it felt wonderful. After I made him promise to keep it secret, I showed him how to do it. His little hand wanked me as I looked at the pictures and he asked why I needed them. When I explained that it makes it much more exciting, he sort of understood. 'But why are those men wearing ladies' knickers?' he asked and I told him that they found it exciting too. He thought about this while he wanked me and then he said, 'Can I wear some knickers for you?' and I just shot my spunk all over his hand. The poor kid didn't know what to do with my spunk so I licked his hand clean." "What did he say about that?" I ask, intrigued by the image in my mind. "When he asked me if it tasted nasty, I said no, that most girls like to do that for their boyfriends. He looked dubious but he's always trusted me so I suppose he believed me. I didn't know if it was true but I remembered stories where women had done this for men and I just wanted to believe it. Anyway, what he said about wearing girls' knickers for me just made me horny. What would he look like? Where could we get some? Then it came to me. Our sister, Julia. She was seven then and Mum had bought her loads of underwear and I set about figuring how to pinch some so we could dress Andy in them. It was easy as pie. Just make sure the folks weren't around, go into her room and pinch a pair from her drawer. She had lots of them and I went through them, sniffing them and feeling them, rubbing the material against my face. It was really starting to turn me on." I enter into the conversation now and explain that my uncle bought girls' clothes for me and made me wear them. "You remember," I said, "what I was wearing when you fucked me in the woods, don't you?" and he smiles at the recollection. "Oh yes," he says, "you were very sexy and I just had to fuck you." "And you took my knickers for a souvenir, didn't you?" I say, but he says, "No, not a souvenir. I wanted Andy to wear them. He's 11 now and I thought that they might fit him. And they did!" He continues the story. "I chose a nice frilly pair of knickers for Andy and when we tried them on his naked little body later that night, they fit perfectly. I got him to wank me there and then while I played with his little dick through his knickers. I came all over his hand in no time and he licked my spunk off his hand for the first time. You've no idea how that made me feel. I had to thank him so I wanked his little dick until he had a dry cum. He really liked that and I promised I would do that for him every time if he wanted." "And he wanted to every time, right?" I ask, smiling at Chris who smiled back at me. "Yes, he wanted it alright. The day after, I sneaked the knickers back into my sister's room and got another pair. It was all a dream come true. The thing is that now he likes to wear girls' clothes for himself and not just for me. He dresses up in a bra and knickers whenever the folks are out and parades himself in front of me and I can't resist his gorgeous body. He wanks me off and swallows all my spunk from his hand. He's even sucked my cock since I taught him 3 months ago. I love him dearly and I actually want to introduce him to fucking but I'm afraid I'll hurt him bad because my cock's too big and he's only 11." "Can I do it for you? My dick's much smaller than yours," I ask timidly, thinking that he might be angry with me. "You want to do my little brother while I watch?" he asks and I'm fearful now. "Yes, if you want me to," I say softly. "Unless you think I'm a pervert." He laughs and, with great relief, I laugh with him. "When can I dress you in knickers and fuck your little bum again?" he asks seriously and I tell him to get me some and I'll be his little boy. I can see his mind working on the solution for getting some knickers for me. At dinner, I meet Andy for the first time. He is the cutest kid and I can't stop looking at him. He's a smaller skinnier version of Chris, with the same hair, same lovely eyes, soft lips and a cheeky grin when he speaks to you. Although he's only 11, he seems quite intelligent and not as childish as I expect, and those shorts he's wearing don't hide much. I'm trying to picture his little willy, remembering the photos of him that I found so stimulating, and then there's his bottom... Chris, at 16, seems so adult, so responsible, while me at 14, and Andy at 11, seem more like children, well, juveniles. Chris is in charge and Andy doesn't dispute the fact, and it makes for a very pleasant evening in prospect. We don't talk of sexual matters but I watch Andy's mouth when he speaks, imagining his lips trapped in mine while I use my tongue. We are all 3 eating the pizza that Chris has had delivered, chatting about things and everybody's being affable. Andy asks politely about details of my school life and parents and I answer him, asking in turn how he likes his school and how he's doing there. We decide on TV after dinner and once the kitchen is cleared, we wander into the big lounge to watch the big-screen TV. I seat myself on one end of a a settee and Chris chooses to sit on the other end of the same settee, with Andy plonking himself down between us. There's a film showing and although strictly speaking me and Andy shouldn't be watching it, we soak up all the action, occasionally touching each other when the scary bits are shown. He eventually stays leaning against me and I automatically put my arm around his shoulders, hugging him to me. Chris watches us, approving of what we're doing. I feel comfortable with Andy and he with me, I think. When the film's finished, Chris says it's time for Andy's shower and he leaves my side, making his way upstairs. Once he's out of earshot, Chris goes to a drawer and brings me something. "Do you like these?" he asks and hands me a pair of knickers. They're powder blue, sheer nylon and feel silky in texture. My fingers stroke the flimsy material and I hold them up to the light, seeing how transparent they are. "Wow!" I say, "They're almost see-through," and Chris asks straight out if I'll wear them for him later. How could I refuse him anything? "But what about Andy? I thought you wanted me to..." "That's OK," he says, "he'll be wearing his own and I'd like to see you both together. He doesn't know about what you and me do together but maybe tonight I can change that." "What exactly do you want me to do?" I ask, wondering how I go about seducing young Andy. "Leave it to me, John, I'll organise it," says Chris and he kisses me gently. Twenty minutes later, Andy comes back downstairs and he's wearing a towelling bath robe. Chris takes me upstairs and shows me into the bathroom, finding me his own bath-robe and leaving the blue knickers with me to wear underneath when I've showered. When I ask where the knickers came from, he tells me that they belong to his mum. When he leaves me, I strip all my clothes off and try on the knickers which fit perfectly. When I look at myself in the full-length mirror, I'm amazed at how aroused I am. I turn around and look over my shoulder to see what my bottom looks like and I'm impressed by how good it looks. No wonder men get turned on by this. Once I've finished showering, I dry myself and put on my knickers. God, I look good. The mirror shows me what I look like; no wonder Chris wants me so badly. I put on my robe and I go back downstairs. When I settle myself on the settee again, Chris takes Andy by the arm and stands him so that he's facing me. Chris says softly, "Show John how beautiful you look, Andy," and the young boy takes off his robe. Wow! He's standing there, naked except for a pair of sheer white knickers and he looks like an innocent virgin angel. My breath catches in my throat as I admire his innocence, his fresh-faced innocence. I want to hug him, to feel his body, to kiss his lips. I'm amazed at my own reaction to this young boy. "Turn around, Andy," he says. "Let him see all of you," and he turns slowly so that I see his cute little bottom through the flimsy nylon of his knickers. This boy is truly magnificent and I realise that I am being attracted to him in the worst way possible. The photos of him were one thing but this, this vision is stunning. Andy opens his legs and I see his little bum-cheeks part, and I'm overwhelmed by the sight. Chris turns him round to face me again and I see the small nipples on his chest, the cute inny belly button and the little prick which is now thickening and lengthening before my eyes. My own dick is filling with blood too and my knickers are getting tighter. Andy's looking at my face, apparently wanting my approval, wanting me to find him attractive and God help me, I do. "Let Andy see you, John," Chris says to me, his voice barely more than a whipser. His tented-out shorts announce that the sight of his little brother in his little knickers is definitely arousing him. When I take off my bath-robe, Andy and Chris gasp in unison at the sight of my body clothed only in their mum's blue knickers. I read lust in the eyes of the older boy and a kind of appraising curiosity in the eyes of young Andy who immediately drops to his knees before me, looking closely at my skimpy female underwear and running his little fingers over my stiff dick encased in nylon. I look down at the boy as he fingers me and my dick is jerking at young Andy's touch; I pray he won't stop. Chris watches both of his boys, each in their knickers, and his eyes convey his overwhelming lust for both of us. I watch Chris and Andy alternately, but my attention has to stay with Andy when his little fingers move down to cup my balls over my knickers and I open my legs wide to give him more room. My hands go to his head and I bring him to me, pulling my cock to his lips. His lips kiss the nylon covering my shaft while his hands remain busy fondling my testicles. The joy I feel is too difficult to describe and I bask in the wondrous sensations that this little boy is giving me. I look up briefly at Chris and he nods, giving me permission to continue our encounter until I can rid Andy of his virginity. His little brother's saliva has soaked my knickers as he's run his lips the length of my shaft and I have to stop him before he makes me ejaculate prematurely. I raise him to his feet and fall to my knees, immediately bringing my mouth to his little sex. His little-boy smell intoxicates me as my tongue presses hard against his little shaft. He gasps, overwhelmed as much as I am at the senations we are experiencing together. The virginal white transparent knickers become wet as I orally worship his 3-inch stiff prick and I lick the tiny balls covered by the nylon. I take the gusset with one finger and move it aside, freeing the boy's jewels so I can take his prick immediately into my mouth. I take his full length into me, feeling his smooth bare pubic bone against my nose. His sharp intake of breath and his hands which go to my head to keep me there are evidence enough that I'm giving him the feelings he so desperately wants. Realising that this can't continue for long before I cum, I pull down his knickers and make him step out of them. I place him like Chris placed me earlier, hands on the seat of the settee and bottom in the air and I kneel behind him. My tongue licks the length of his bum-crack, stopping briefly at his tiny pink rosebud to wiggle the tip. He wriggles slightly and I hold his hips steady so I can push the tip of my tongue into the little bum-hole. Chris is beside us now, watching me intently as I try to force open the boy's sphincter. "Push out, Andy," he whispers to his brother and the tip of my tongue enters the boy's anus, making him tremble. I'm able to push my tongue in just over an inch and I try to leave lots of saliva around his bum-hole as I draw it back out. I stand now, moving the gusset of my knickers to one side so that my dick and balls are freed. Chris is beside me now and he's presenting me with a tube of lubricant with the cap removed. He squeezes a generous amount onto my two fingers and I transfer the cold jelly to the little boy's bum-hole, pushing in a finger carefully. Andy looks behind him and says fearfully, You won't hurt me, will you?" and I lean over his back to whisper, "I'll never hurt you, Andy." Satisfied that I mean it, he relaxes his sphincter and I push one finger all the way in, fucking in and out with it. I introduce a second finger alongside the first and he winces and then remembers to push out again. I finger-fuck him now and then I feel cold jelly on my own dick as Chris spreads it thick, wanking me at the same time. The time has come to take this cute little boy's virginity, to show him the ultimate act of male to male love. I place my dick to his pucker and I feel him brace himself for the onslaught. My knob pushes at his anus and it begins to give way as Andy pushes outward, and I force it inside, opening his hole wide. He winces and his sphincter tightens like a vice on my knob, holding it fast. Then he remembers to push out again and the muscles relax, making it possible to push further into the little boy's rectum. I pause, waiting for him to get used to the size of me, and when he relaxes once more, I thrust in further. It takes time because I don't want to hurt him so I pause again, waiting for him. Chris kneels beside Andy, kissing his brother who turns his head to face him. "Can I suck your dick, Andy? Can I make you feel good?" he asks and the little boy nods. He works himself between the settee and the boy's legs and takes the 3-inch prick into his mouth, sucking in all he can. One hand goes up to feel his little balls, fondling them tenderly, and I use the opportunity to slide my dick in the rest of the way until my groin presses tightly against his bottom-cheeks. I pause again and Chris continues to suck his brother's prick and caress his balls. His tight rectum is hot and like a vice around my dick and, as I look down, I see that my dick looks abnormally big in relation to the size of the 11-year-old boy's buttocks. But I have to go on, I have to make love to this gorgeous child. I pull back slightly and thrust forward again, and the friction is excruciatingly wonderful. He gasps each time I thrust into him and I'm sure he's in a little pain. My hands go around him and I find the little nipples which are now erect, and I pinch them lightly, feeling him tremble underneath me. My fucking continues gently and he moans aloud, calling my name. "Ohhh John! Oohhh!" he groans, and it's not pain now or discomfort; he's getting turned on. Chris leaves his brother's prick and comes to stand behind me. His shorts are off and he's wanking at the sight of me and his young brother, touching my blue knickers with his free hand. He's stroking my nylon-covered bottom as he wanks and soon he pulls my knickers away from my buttocks and looks inside. My legs are slightly open and he can clearly see my bum-crack. Andy is beginning to pant now and I know it won't be long before I fill his rectum with my seed. I start to fuck him faster and I hold his chest tight, moaning, "Oh Andy, you're so pretty, so sexy!" and he groans back in response. The friction produced by the child's rectum is hastening the approach of my orgasm and before I can do anything about it, I'm cumming! I thrust into him once more and hold still, my dick jerking as I begin to shoot spunk into him, filling his bowels with my white hot seed. I'm groaning as I pump gob after gob of my cum into him, my buttocks clenching with each spurt. He feels my dick pulsing inside him and moans as I breed him, forcing as much sperm as I can as far into him as my dick can manage. Behind me, Chris pulls my knickers away from my buttocks and sprays a torrent of his spunk onto my bum and inside my knickers. I feel his hot sperm splashing over me, drenching me with his potent seed. He places his jerking cock to my bum-crack and I feel the pulsing as the last of it is pumped down my crack and into my knickers. Andy stands still as my orgasm finishes and I hold him tight so that he won't move before the dribbles of my spunk flowing into him have ended. Chris watches the last of his spunk trickle down my bum-crack and soak into my knickers. A very big wet patch is spreading, turning the powder blue into a darker shade as it soaks into the nylon. The little boy under me is trembling, his thin legs shaking, and I slowly withdraw the dick that has taken his virginity. I stand and pull the boy to his feet, turning him gently round and kissing his lips. It's a gentle kiss, not one of passion, and I'm relieved when his arms go around my neck and he hugs me. He whispers, "That was lovely, John," and I whisper, "I loved it too." My hands reach down and I fondle his little bottom, feeling the softness of his skin, a child's skin. Chris stands behind me, kisses the back of my neck and he says simply, "Thankyou." I can feel the spunk in my knickers drying on my skin and I realise that I still have a task to perform. I leave my little lover and go to my knees in front of Chris and begin to clean him, licking the long foreskin and then pulling it all the way back so I can lick the knob clean. Andy watches me, touching his own erection while he examines the wet patch that has formed in my knickers. After I've got Chris clean, I take the child's prick into my mouth and suck him, licking his frenulum to heighten the stimulation. Twenty seconds later, he shudders and his hips buck but I'm sure I taste something on my tongue. It's his first ejaculation and although there won't be any sperm in it, I'm so proud that I'm the first to taste his cum. When his body is still again, he hugs me and I feel his warmth, the affection that he has for me. I hold him close, rocking him to and fro gently, basking in the knowledge that he will want me again. I have to touch the tiny bottom again, to feel the child's skin and to soothe his battered hole. I place him on the floor, bottom high in the air, and I look at his pucker, except it's not a pucker now, it's gaping open, and I see the pink insides. There are traces of my spunk near the gaping hole and I lovingly lick them up, my tongue caressing his anus and going inside to clean him. The 3 of us lie together on the carpet, holding each other, caressing each other as our bodies relax and the heavy breathing subsides. Andy keeps touching my knickers, playing with the wet spots and Chris plays with my hair as I look lovingly into his eyes. There's still bedtime to look forward to. I wonder what will happen upstairs. All my stories can be found here: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/John_P/