Date: Sat, 12 Mar 2011 01:15:19 +0100 From: John P Subject: John's Early Learning 7 Please read chapters 1 - 6 first. JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING by John P Copyright 2011 Chapter 7 After Uncle Fred brought me home, I went up to my room to think about what he'd done to me. I was a bit dazed, not thinking clearly. I went over in my mind what had actually happened. He'd made me suck his cock again but that was OK, I was used to that. But he'd shot that white spunk stuff into my mouth and made me swallow it. I hadn't expected him to do a nasty thing like that. It didn't taste nice so why did he make me do it? He'd told me that little girls did that for their boyfriends and I'd believed him. I knew he had begun to expect me to behave like his little girl and I had gone along with that part of it but what he did had shocked me. I had been very aroused at the time and my body had betrayed me by responding eagerly to all he was doing to me. My 14-year-old dick began to swell as I remembered what he did to me. I pictured his big hand holding his magnificent cock to my open mouth as he stroked it three or four times and then the hot spunk spurting in great gobs to the back of my throat. His gentle command to swallow just seconds earlier had saved me from drowning in that torrent of spunk that had invaded my mouth. My dick was hard now and I couldn't understand it. That spunk had tasted weird, nasty, so why was my dick throbbing now to the memory? I released my little dick from my pants and stroked it. It was only half an hour ago that he had made me cum. I was bent over and he had milked me like a cow, from the back and between my legs. I stroked faster now, the images in my mind of the abuse I had suffered at his hands, and the familiar feeling of approaching orgasm began. My eyes were shut tight but the images in my head forced the spunk in me to rush for release and within seconds, my body tensed and I gritted my teeth and groaned as my spunk sprayed the door of the cupboard directly in front of me. I leaned forward, placing my elbows on top of the low cupboard and sighed. Suddenly I remembered that I was going to taste my own cum for the first time to compare with an adult's spunk. I sank to my knees and my tongue tentatively reached out to dip into the slime now sliding down the cupboard door. It didn't taste too bad and so I licked all that I had shot there. I rolled the sperm around my mouth, trying to decide if I really didn't like it. I swallowed after deciding that I didn't like it much. I slumped onto my bed and began to think once more. Why did I just ejulate so strongly to the memory of Uncle Fred filling my mouth? Had he forced me to do it? No, he'd spoken gently, telling me to do it and I had agreed. Would I do it again? Of corse not. Would I do it again if he asked me nicely? Weeell.. Why was I havering about this? My uncle's spunk was inside my tummy now and my own had just joined it. Oh God, so confusing. I fell asleep. The next week, my mind was full of cock. Uncle Fred's cock. My fumblings with my classmate Roger's cock on Thursday ended after I'd sucked him until he was ready to shoot and I had hastily withdrawn it from my mouth and wanked him to completion, the spunk spilling over my fingers. My curiosity though was such that, when he turned to get paper off the toilet roll to clean up, I had a quick lick of my fingers to analyse what he had produced. We never spoke throughout these masturbation interludes so having to swallow immeditely was not an issue. We walked back to class in silence while I studied the taste of what was still in my mouth. No, it was still not delicious, even though it was slightly different to mine and Uncle Fred's. Saturday came round again and my weekly visit to Grandma was before me. I was eager to see my uncle again to experience more of this sex stuff. What would he do to me? Another question that came regularly to mind was this. Why was I letting him do things to me? (In those days, 1961, there were no such things as paedophiles, just men who touched kids up or displayed their cocks to curious kids who then went on to want to play with the mens' cocks. Nothing threatening or dangerous, just kids touching and being touched. Result: everybody happy. It was in the 1980s when authorities decided it would be a good idea to scare kids out of their wits with stories about "paedophiles" who stood on every corner waiting to pounce on kids and do them serious damage or murder them.) Uncle Fred was out of bed when I arrived and a knowing look passed between us. During the next hour, he grabbed my crotch twice when Grandma wasn't looking and although I liked him doing it to me, it made things akward when I had to hide my stiffy from Grandma's watchful eyes. At last I was finished and it was time to leave. A quick nod from my uncle meant wait for him outside and I left, knowing that he'd be with me in minutes. And so it proved. My bike was put in the back of the truck and we departed. My excitement was rising now, the unknown before me. As we drove, he rooted behind his seat and retrieved two carrier bags that had lain hidden from view. He passed them to me and said, "Look inside. Tell me what you think." Opening one bag up, I saw clothing and emptied out the contents onto the seat beside me. There was a white blouse and a short blue pleated skirt which I held up and examined. It looked like a girl's school uniform. I looked at him questioningly but he was concentrating on the road so he didn't look back. I emptied out the second bag and found underwear, obviously belonging to a girl. The knickers were white with red hearts on them and two little white bows near the waistband. Then came what I knew to be a bra. I had seen bras before but they were always much bigger than this one. White ankle socks came next and some contraption which I didn't recognise. It was beige coloured and had dangling bits hanging from it, with plastic sort of buttons and metal ring things. This puzzled me and I just couldn't fathom what it might be. I looked at Uncle Fred and asked the question. "What are these for? Who do they belong to?" He faced forward, still concentrating on the road and quietly answered, "Do you like them?" I didn't really know what to say to that so I said, "I suppose so," and then the conversation ended. I picked the stuff up and returned it to the bags. I could see now that we were going to the same place we had gone to the week before, the forest with the well-worn path. But this time when we parked, there were two other vehicles already there, both without drivers or passengers. After he stopped the truck, he moved towards me and kissed me on the mouth. His hand went to my crotch and stroked me through my pants as his tongue thrust between my lips. My tongue responded and my arms went around his neck. His stubble scratched my face as the intensity of his kissing increased and my little dick had hardened to it's limit. His hand moved up and unfastened a couple of buttons on my shirt, moving inside to cup my boyish breast. His fingers found a nipple and his fondling and gentle nipping soon made it erect. I sucked on his tongue like it was his cock and his ardour increased, his urgency scaring me a bit. He mumbled, "Your tits are nice. Do you like me to play with your nipples?" With my mouth full of his tongue, I could only grunt and nod. Satisfied, he unfastened the rest of the buttons on my shirt, feeling his way with the hand that had been feeling me up. He withdrew his tongue from my mouth and took off my shirt without asking me, putting his mouth onto the nipple he had made erect. He sucked and nibbled, running the tip of his tongue around it to excite me further. My hands were by my side now while I enjoyed his attentions but the excitement was mounting. Then he stopped and my hard breathing stopped too, and I looked at him, confused. He looked into my eyes and said, "Will you try that bra on for me?" How could I say no? His eyes were pleading, even though his mouth was still. Why would he want me to wear a girl's bra? Wasn't that weird? Unable to find a reason not to put it on, I nodded. I couldn't fathom his reasoning but I had loved the way he had abused me and I felt I owed him for that. He quickly rooted through a bag and found the bra but I noticed that it had no hooks on it and it was all one piece with no ends. The bras I had seen on washing lines had little hooks and I was puzzled about how women wore this. "Lift up your arms," he said and I complied. He slipped my arms through the strap things and over my head, settling it in place on my chest. I looked down to see what it looked like on me and realised that it fitted so well because it was obviously meant for girls with hardly any tits at all. My boy tits filled the cup things and it fitted quite snugly, I thought. Answering my unasked question, he said, "Training bra." Ah, that explained it. It was for girls just starting out without any real tits yet. I looked at him. Was he going to laugh? Would he ridicule me? As he looked at my body, his expression was one of hunger, of desire, of longing. He felt my nipples over the bra, his big hands so gentle as he caressed me. I realised the power that this garment had when I watched him. I was getting excited too simply by wearing this forbidden object but I couldn't understand why it was having this effect. He stopped abruptly what he was doing with me and went to my pants, unbuckling the belt and undoing the fly buttons. I lifted my bum up as he went to remove both my pants and underpants, kicking off my shoes so that he could remove them completely. He took off my socks and I was a naked boy wearing a girl's training bra. Rooting in the bag again, he brought out the little knickers and asked me to try them. Having got past the embarrassment of the bra, it seemed but a small step to wear the knickers too so I placed my feet through the leg-holes and pulled them up all the way to my waist. They felt light and cool, a world's difference to the underpants I was used to wearing. I admired them, seeing my bulge now in a completely different environment from my heavier underpants. The thin texture of the knickers showed off my little dick to perfection and the fit on my thighs and around my waist was perfect. Uncle Fred was staring at the combination I was wearing when I looked up. The hunger was still in his eyes so any idea of him ridiculing me was dismissed. He wanted me! I knew it now. We were playing again and I was the little girl he wanted to sex. I reached into the bag and got out the white ankle socks, lifting my legs one by one so he could see me put them on. He leaned over, bent down and put his nose to my knickers, smelling the scent of my little dick through the fabric. His mouth covered the bulge inside my knickers and moved along the short length of my dick, his hands feeling the material of my new underwear. I moved my legs wide apart, hoping that he would want to see my balls inside my knickers too. His hand played with my little balls, moving them around gently in my little sack. Moments later, he reached into the second bag and brought out the skirt and blouse. Without a word, he gave them to me and I dressed myself up. The blouse was a little tight but the skirt fit perfectly. He came round to the passenger door and opened it. He held out his hand and I took it, and I stepped down from the truck just the way I had seen women do at the picures. He stepped back a few feet and looked at me. I was feeling embarrassed now and starting to feel the colour rise to my face. "Beautiful!" he said and I blushed. I could see the hard-on in his pants and he fingered it while taking in the sight of me standing there. "Just one more thing," he said and moved past me to get something from the truck. He came back out with that strange thing that I didn't recognise, the thing with the buttons and small rings. "Your garter belt," he said but it meant nothing to me. "It's for holding up stockings if you wear them." Right, now I got it. "Lift up your skirt right up," he said and I did it without thinking. He placed the garment round my waist, the stood back to cast a critical eye over it. "Good," he said, obviously satisfied. "Give me a twirl," and I did. "Get your shoes, we're going for a walk." I froze. Going for a walk? I couldn't let anybody see me like this. It was OK in the truck when we were alone but I couldn't do what he wanted, I just couldn't. My inactivity prompted him to go round me to the truck and retrieve my shoes. He lifted my feet, one by one and placed my shoes on them. "I can't," I said weakly. "I can't do it. Can we just stay here? I'll do anything you want me to if we can just stay here." He walked past me to the truck and adjusted one of the big side mirrors. "Look at yourself," he said. When I didn't move, he pulled me by the arm to the truck. I looked in the mirror but all I could see were the skirt and the bottom part of the blouse. He angled the mirror upwards and then I saw the top half of me. I was a 14-year-old schoolgirl. He turned me towards him and kissed my lips, his hands clasping my buttocks through my skirt. I opened my mouth, taking his tongue and sucking on it. My dick was stiffening again and he brought a hand around to the front, taking my hand and placing it on his crotch. The thick cock under his trousers was long and hard, and I stroked the length of it, hoping he would make me lick it. He unzipped his pants and placed my hand inside, telling me to find it and to wank him. I felt for the opening in his underpants and, finding the way in, I found the long hard tube of flesh and began to feel the hot skin in my palm. The large knob was wet and my fingers smeared the slime around, making the head slippy. "Let's go for a walk," he whispered and this time I nodded. He zipped up and led me into the forest along the well-worn path. The skirt swished my legs as we walked, a whole new sensation, and the fact that he was holding my hand as we walked seemed so strange. I saw two men walking towards us along the path and I faltered. I froze again and Uncle Fred whispered, "It's OK, they don't know us." I walked on with my uncle and as we came abreast of the walkers, they said, "Hello," and my uncle said the same. They looked at me but the looks didn't linger. I sighed with relief as we walked on to the same clearing we used last week. He turned me round so my back was toward him and he pulled me to him. I could feel his big cock through our clothes, firmly lodged between my bum-cheeks and I liked it. He lifted up my skirt and put his hands inside my knickers, fondling my dick and cupping my balls. After a minute, he released me and I watched as he began to undress. As he stripped, I watched intently as the monster cock, throbbing with his heartbeat was revealed. By the time he was naked, he had drawn me towards him and I was on my knees with the head of his cock in my mouth. He directed my mouth to his balls and instructed me to lick them, pulling my head to keep me in place. I was directed to the shaft and made to run my lips along the entire length from head to pubic hair and back. Things were happening fast now and when I was brought to the same tree where I had been last week, I knew I had to bend over and clutch the tree trunk about three feet from the forest floor. He folded the skirt over my back, leaving my knickers on show. I looked upside down between my legs and saw him taking a jar from his jacket pocket and returning to where I stood with my bum in the air. He fell to his knees behind me, smelling my bum-crack through the knickers. His tongue ran along the seam, running from the top of my valley to the bottom where my balls were encased in my girly underwear. After a couple of minutes, he pulled my knickers down and I put my legs together so he could take them off my legs. Making me open my legs wide, his tongue invaded my bum-hole and he thrust an inch of the tip up inside me. My legs shook and I felt weak at the intrusion, and as he wiggled his tongue around, the sensation overwhelmed me. My eyes were shut tight as the feelings washed over me and when he finally stopped, I looked between my legs again to see that he had opened the jar from his pocket and was using two fingers to scoop out some of the contents. When a finger was pushed against my bum-hole, the cold sensation told me that what was on his fingers was being transferred to my bum-hole. He pushed a finger against my sphincter and it opened, allowing the finger inside. As he pushed further, I winced and he stopped. After a minute, he pushed again and as more went in, I yelled, "Ow!" He stopped again and waited. "It's OK, sweety, you're a virgin. It always hurts the first time, little girl. Just push out like you're having a poo and it'll be easier." I did as he said and he pushed forward again until I could feel his hand against my bum. I relaxed; at last he was done. But no, he started to move it backwards and forwards, keeping up the motion until I found it quite pleasant. But then, he added a second finger. Two fingers had gone into the jar and were now forcing their way into my bum-hole. I pushed out again and found that his fingers moved easier into me. After two minutes, both fingers were easily travelling inside me and the pleasure returned. I knew where we were headed now. He was going to bum me! He was going to force that monster cock inside me. He'd tried it before quite a few times and always failed but he was going to force it inside me today. I blanched. It would tear me apart, it would rip my insides. Looking between my legs again, I saw that the fingers were again in the jar, only this time he was spreading this stuff on his cock. I trembled. Oh no, please. Not that. It was too big, far too big. Silently, I said, 'Please, uncle, please don't do this. Please don't hurt me. I'll be a good girl. You can shoot in my mouth instead. I'll do anything you want. Please don't.' He was behind me, stood up this time, and his monster cock touched my bum-hole. I tightened my sphincter and he pushed harder. He pulled my cheeks apart and pushed again. I relaxed my sphincter a second, intending to tighten it again but I was too late. The head opened me and I yelled. He pushed again and the head was completely inside. My bum-hole burned and I yelled again. "Quiet, sweety, be a good girl. We don't want anybody to hear us," he said quietly. "The head's in now so the worst is over." I gritted my teeth as he pushed further into me, remembering that if I didn't push back, it would hurt more. I pushed back and the monster advanced, then stopped. After a minute, I was sweating as yet more of his cock entered my hole. He bent forward and covered my back with his body and his hands came underneath me, unbuttoning my school blouse and thrusting his hands under my bra to tweak my nipples with his fingers. I sighed as he began to kiss the back of my neck and another push of his hips sent his cock further inside me. He moved one of his hands to my stiff dick and wanked me. With so much going on, it distracted me and as his hips pushed again, I could feel his pubic hair against my bum. He was in me! He was completely inside my body. I felt so full with this monster inside me; I was skewered on this enormous weapon and I couldn't escape. He pulled his hips back a little, then rammed back in again. The pain shot through me and I yelled. His hand went from my dick to my balls and he squeezed. He said, "Shush, sweety, we don't want anybody to hear us, do we?" I shook my head and he released my balls, going back to wank me. He started to move backwards and forwards, his cock almost leaving my hole and then pushing back in again. He did half strokes, then full strokes and my sweating continued. My bra was wet, my blouse was wet on my back because the heat from my uncle's chest was making my back sweat. After a couple of minutes of his moving in and out, the pain was easing and I was beginning to feel pleasure. He began to whisper, "Do you like my cock, sweety? Does it feel good? Does my litle girl want a baby? Does my little girl want my spunk?" I was becoming excited by this talk and he knew it. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my spunk inside you." "Yes," I said. "Give me a baby. Shoot inside me, let me feel it shoot inside me." I was so worked up with this filthy talk and his wanking of my little dick that I wasn't thinking straight. I told him what he wanted to hear but it turned me on too. He was increasing his speed now, pushing his cock all the way inside me. "Pump your spunk in me. Fill me up." His hand wanking my dick was bringing me to orgasm and seconds later, my spunk was shooting onto the leaves on the ground. The spasming squeezed my uncle's cock and two seconds later, he pushed forward all the way and held himself still. His enormous weapon began spurting, shooting fertile sperm up into my body. The hot liquid burned as it filled me and my legs became weak. My uncle held my body up as his spunk continued to shoot inside me and I felt like a rag doll as he used me. Once his spasms stopped, he kissed my ears and the back of my neck. "That was wonderful, sweety, you're such a good girl," he said. I felt pride then but I don't know why. I was turning my head to say something when I noticed two figures on the edge of the clearing where we were performing. It was the two men who we had passed earlier and they were wanking while watching us! Uncle Fred then looked too and instead of the panic I expected from him, he just waved them over to join us. I couldn't believe that he would want them to see us like we were. The stiff cocks sticking out of their trousers were being wanked to the sight of an adult man fucking a 14-year-old schoolgirl and I was watching them do it. My uncle still had his cock buried deep inside me to the hilt and I was still bent over, receiving him. I didn't know when they'd started watching us but it must have been before my uncle came in me. I blushed when I realised that they must have heard our dirty talk but I kept watching them anyway. They approached us cautiously and as they came next to us, I was treated to the sight of two more adult cocks, admittedly smaller than my uncle's. They stared at the place where we were joined, their stiff cocks still being wanked, and my uncle said for them to go one on each side of us. I was red-faced as my hind quarters were scrutinised by these two men but I have to admit to being excited by it. To help them to shoot, my uncle pulled out slightly while they watched and then fucked me slowly for their benefit. I didn't know whether they'd realised that I was really a boy in girls' clothes but they both came within ten seconds of each other, shooting their manly spunk on the little girl's bum, just as my uncle directed them. Their spunk was hot and plentiful and once my uncle pulled out of me, their spendings started to run down my bum-crack and onto my ball-sack. They then watched as Uncle Fred's spunk begin to flow out of my bum-hole and they congratulated him on his prowess. Nothing was said to me and I remained in the same position but the men were discussing the merits of my bum like I wasn't there. "She's got a lovely bottom, hasn't she?" was one comment and, "You're a very lucky man," came from the other. "I hope she's on the pill," said one of them and they all laughed. Didn't they see my little balls or were they just having a joke? I started to realise that three men had just shot their spunk through watching me and I felt justifiably empowered. In fact, I felt excited and proud that these three men found me so arousing. The two men departed, saying, "Bye, love," to me and my uncle pulled me up and away from the tree. I lay my head on his hairy chest and he cuddled me, kissing the top of my head. He spoke gently, caressing my bum-cheeks. "Well done, sweety. You're a very sexy girl," and for some reason, I was proud that he thought so. He stood back, studying my bra, the open blouse and my school skirt. He turned me around and watched in fascination at the spunk that was still coming out of my bum-hole and running down the insides of my legs. He came close up behind me and cuddled me agin. "You're beautiful," he said and I blushed. He dressed himself while I watched, admiring his manly body. He picked up my discarded knickers and put them in his pocket, along with the jar of what I now knew was Vaseline. We walked back to the truck, fortunately not meeting anybody along the way, and he said that he'd better clean me up. A box of tissues mysteriously appeared from the truck and I enjoyed him wiping my legs and my bum-hole, cleaning all the spunk off me. I had to take off my girl clothes and dress in the clothes I came in and to be honest, I was sorry about it. Uncle Fred had made me do things as a girl and I have to say that I enjoyed them all. My bum-hole was sore but he told me that it would be better within a couple of days. He gave me a wad of tissue, telling me to wear it inside my underpants until the spunk stopped leaking out of me, so it wouldn't leave any stains. We climbed into the truck and he kissed my forehead before he started the engine and he took me home. I was tired, I'd had a busy day and I was sure that come bed-time, my hand would be on my little dick and wanking to the images I'd got in my head of the three men who found me so sexy. All my stories can be found here: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/John_P/