Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2011 13:50:31 +0100
From: John P <jpcrusader06@gmail.com>
Subject: John's Early Learning 8

			   JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING
				 by John P
			      Copyright 2011

Chapter 8

The next week, Uncle Fred drove away from Grandma's with me happily sitting
in the passenger seat of the truck. As I looked at the pictures of the
nudes in the magazine he had given me, I found myself examining the cocks
of the boys and men, as well as the slits and tits of the girls and
women. I found the pictures of the girls the most exciting and I thumbed
through the pages to look for pictures of nudists who were about the same
age as me. I wanted an idea of what the girls in my class would look like
and, after I found three suitable pictures, I studied them carefully. So
this is what they looked like under their school clothes. My little dick
stiffened in my pants as I drooled over them.

I looked for pictures of boys about my age and studied their development,
comparing theirs with mine. Images came to my mind of the boys in the
pictures doing sex stuff to the girls in the other pictures, the boys
sucking the girls' nipples and the girls wanking the boys' dicks. As I was
perusing the magazine, my uncle placed his hand on my crotch, satisfying
himself that I was hard. I moved forward on the seat as usual, opening my
legs wide so he could play more easily with me. He's always doing this now
and I don't think anything of it any more. With one hand driving, the
fingers of his other hand traced the outline of my little dick in my pants
and he asks me to get it out.

I'm still shy about doing this voluntarily, yet if he were to take it out
for me, I'd push my hips forward to help him. Why will I let him do
absolutely anything to me but feel shy about initiating anything at all
myself? I haven't been able to understand it yet.

After undoing the fly buttons on my pants, I reached in and pulled out my
little stiffy. I was red-faced throughout and I'm pretty sure he could see
that it embarrassed me. He played with the little mushroom-shaped head
while I pretended to carry on looking at the pictures of the nudes. He ran
one of his big fingers over the head, making my willy jump, then he felt
the shaft, moving my foreskin up and down. After taking the magazine from
me, he took my hand and placed it on his crotch, returning his hand to the
little dick he liked to touch so much.

Without anything being said, I felt him up because he expected it. My hand
traced the outline of his cock through his pants and it excited me to feel
such a monster. It was about 7" long and he sighed when I stroked it full
length from top to bottom. He withdrew his hand from my dick and
immediately began to undo his fly, hauling the big cock out into the open
and putting my hand on it. There it stood, erect and huge, the big head
like a large walnut, and my eyes feasted on the shiny skin. My hand
squeezed the thick shaft and I marvelled at the size, the power that I
imagined was contained within. I began to work the foreskin up and down a
few times until his hand brought my head down towards it.

He moved back a little from the steering wheel and my lips were brought to
the head. Nothing needed to be said because I knew what he wanted me to
do. There was only just enough room under the steering wheel for movement
and my lips opened to admit his cock into my hot mouth. He sucked in his
breath as my mouth closed over his thick shaft and I began to tongue the
head with enthusiasm. Some pre-cum must have come out of the pee-slit
because I felt the head become slippy and I could taste something salty. Oh
no, he wasn't going to shoot that nasty spunk in my mouth again, was he? He
did that two weeks ago and made me swallow it. I didn't like the taste or
the fact that it was slimy and thick but I had to do it because he made me.

Relief came as I realised that we were driving up the rough track to the
forest where we'd been for the last two times. He moved my head away from
his lap as he manoeuvred the truck between three other cars parked at the
same place. Looking around, I couldn't see anybody so I guessed that the
occupants of the cars must have been hikers who had already left. What
would Uncle Fred do to me today?

After my uncle had dressed me in girls' clothes last week and put his thing
in my bottom, I'd wondered if he was likely to do that again. He'd hurt me
when he'd pushed his big cock inside me and I hoped that he wouldn't do
that again. It had been hours later in my bedroom that the last of his
spunk had drained from my bum-hole and two days before I could sit
comfortably again.

He came round to my side of the truck, bringing with him the same two bags
he had last week. My mind panicked and my thoughts were, 'Oh no, please,
not again. Please don't make me do it. I'll do anything but not
that. Please, not that.'

I thought I'd earned a reprieve when he put down the bags and leaned up to
kiss me as I sat there in the truck. I swung around in the seat so that my
legs were hanging out of the truck. My lips opened to admit his tongue and
I sucked on it enthusiastically. His unshaved face scratched around my
mouth as I sought to pleasure him and his hands found their way to my
little dick which was still poking out of the fly-hole in my pants. He
unfastened the catch on the waistband of my pants and opened them fully,
revealing the underpants underneath. A big hand went through the fly of my
undies and drew out my ball-sack and he went down to it, licking and
kissing the small sack, moving my little balls around.

Two fingers and his thumb stroked my little shaft as his tongue continued
to pleasure me, and I sat there, enjoying all that he was doing to
me. After a minute, he changed to sucking my hot little stiffy and fondling
my balls ever so gently. My excitement was rising and I put my hands onto
his head, running my fingers through his hair and playing with his
ears. The tip of his tongue tried to force itself into my pee-slit and the
sensation pushed up my arousal another notch.

Suddenly, he stopped and I was confused. "Lift up," he said and his hands
went to the waist of my pants. I raised my bum off the seat so he could
slide down my pants and underpants. After pulling off my shoes and socks,
he pulled my pants and underwear off my legs, throwing them past me into
the truck.

'What's he going to do?' I thought. He was still dressed, although his big
dick was still poking out of his pants. I was watching it bob about as he
moved. He reached into one of the bags on the floor and brought out the
knickers he had made me wear last week.

"Wear these for me, sweety. You were so sexy last week." He gave me the
pleading look, knowing full well that I couldn't refuse him anything. I
sought desperately for a reason not to put these girls' knickers on but I
could think of nothing, my mind was blank. He held them open under my feet
and waited. I was looking down from the truck, seeing the knickers waiting
for me, and my mind was still searching for some excuse to get out of
this. I looked up into his pleading eyes and I surrendered. It might not
mean anything. Perhaps he was just going to look at me wearing the knickers
and we would wank each other.

He pulled the knickers over my feet and then halfway up my legs. His arms
reached up to my waist and he lifted me off the seat, setting me down on my
feet on the ground next to the truck. He sank to his knees and watched my
dick as he pulled the knickers all the way up to my waist. They were
comfortable, just like last week, and I looked down, admiring the tent in
them made by my little stiffy.

He was on me in an instant, running his lips along the length of my
dick. His hand came up to fondle the balls which were now nestling in the
crotch of my little girl's knickers. I opened my legs wider to help him and
his hand moved further between my legs, his finger searching out my
bum-crack through the tightly stretched fabric of my knickers. He was
becoming very aroused now and what he was doing was having the same effect
on me.

Stopping again, he reached down into the bag again and held up the white
ankle socks. Without another word, he took each of my feet in turn and
pulled on the socks, finding my shoes and placing them once more on my
feet. The training bra came out of the bag next and he waited, bra in hand,
to see what I would do. Resigned to my fate, I unbuttoned my shirt and took
it off. I lifted my arms without being told and he slipped the garment over
my arms and then over my head, sorting out the straps and fitting the bra
over my little tits.

I must have looked good to him because he held me at arm's length,
admiration in his eyes, then he hugged me to him, his hands feeling my
bra-strap and running down my back to cup the buttocks covered by my thin
knickers. I put my arms around his neck, my head on his chest, while he
cuddled me. The cock still sticking out of his pants was pressed against my
belly and I could feel his balls against my abdomen, through my knickers.

Here I was now, dressed in girls' underwear, being felt up by my father's
brother and cautiously enjoying it. His head moved slightly and I looked up
at him, seeing his face looking down at me. His lips came down to mine and
I thrust my tongue into his mouth, licking around his teeth and gums. He
sucked on my tongue and began to bob his head backwards and forwards,
fucking his mouth on me. Twenty seconds of this and I was getting too
excited again.

"Put the other stuff on, love. Please, for me." What could I say? His eyes
pleaded. It was important to him that I was his little girl. I nodded.

He went into the second bag to retrieve the school blouse and the skirt and
I stood still while he dressed me. After he arranged my longish hair with
his fingers into some kind of style, he stepped back. I felt a fool,
embarrassed, as I stood there but his face conveyed admiration, not
ridicule. He walked around behind me, viewing me from all angles, and as he
came around to stand in front of me again, I watched his bobbing cock. He
followed my eyes and realised that his cock was still on display and he put
it back in his pants.

I was still praying that he wouldn't put his monster up my bum-hole or pump
his spunk into my mouth. There was no indication that he would do either so
I didn't feel too bad until he held out his hand to me and said, "Let's go
for a walk."

We were going into the forest again, I just knew it, but I didn't know what
he would do when we got there. I took his hand and he led me to the
well-worn path again and we walked into the forest, the man with his little
girl. He led me to the same clearing as last week but we went off to the
left just a few feet so that we stood in the middle of a kind of ring of
dense bushes. Once there, he turned me around to face the way we had come
and hugged me to him, my back against his chest.

He wasn't taking his clothes off so I thought I was safe. It would be a
mutual wank or something simple. He kissed the back of my neck and I
reached around behind me to fondle the cock that was now in his pants but
sticking into me, just above my bum-crack. His hands moved down, pulled up
my skirt and stroked my little dick over my knickers. We were facing the
path a few feet away and I could watch for anybody passing so we could duck
out of sight if need be.

I closed my eyes, lost in the feelings he was giving me. It hadn't been
half a minute before I heard something in front of us. I opened my
eyes. Somebody had stopped on the path and just stood, watching us. I
panicked and tried to duck out of sight but Uncle Fred held me still,
shushing me and whispering, "It's alright, he's just looking." What? A man
was watching us having sex. What did he mean, "alright"? Apart from the
sex, I was dressed like a girl. I couldn't let anybody see me like
this. "Easy, sweety. Just keep still," he whispered. "He just wants to see
how beautiful you are."

This was doing my head in. I was needing to flee and my uncle was holding
me here. His hand was still stroking me and as I turned my head to ask my
uncle what we were going to do to get away, I saw that he was staring at
the man. I looked at the man again and saw that he was stroking the front
of his pants, his eyes firmly fixed on us. My skirt was still held up and
the man could see my knickers, and my uncle's hand caressing me.

The man moved a couple of steps closer to us and I was coiled like a
spring, ready to run. My uncle held me in place and the man came a bit
closer. I was scared now and began to tremble. Why weren't we running? We
couldn't pretend we weren't doing anything wrong when my uncle still had
his hand on my knickers.

He was three feet in front of me now and it was too late to run. His eyes
were fixed on Uncle Fred's hand as he began to open his own pants. My heart
was pounding now as I tried to work out what would happen next. I watched
as the man opened his pants completely, right up to the waist. He wore
braces instead of a belt so all he had to do was to lift his shirt and I
could see from his cock to above his navel. He was a bit chubby but not
pot-bellied and his cock was about 5 inches long but not as thick as my
uncle's. He licked his lips nervously and, now looking at my uncle, he
began to wank his exposed cock.

I don't know what passed silently between my uncle and him but the next
thing I knew, the man was on his knees, his face inches from my
knickers. His breath was hot against my thighs and I couldn't easily see
his cock any more. Then my uncle started to pull down my knickers. Panic
rose in my chest as he started to do this and he shushed me again. Because
one of his hands was still holding up my skirt, he quickly knelt and undid
the zip, and my skirt dropped to the ground. I lifted each foot so he could
take it off me and he laid it carefully down next to him. Now he had both
hands free.

He pulled my knickers down until they were round my ankles and I lifted
each foot in turn so he could take them off. My little dick was now exposed
to the man on his knees in front of me. While he wanked himself with one
hand, his other reached out to touch my dick. His hand trembled as he felt
me up and I trembled with the sensation of a new adult hand on my
genitals. I opened my legs wider to help him and his hand cupped my balls,
feeling the little things gently. Then I felt something behind me. A wet
tongue was licking its way up my bum-crack. My uncle's hands spread my
buttocks and a wet finger pressed against my bum-hole.

In front, the man took my little dick into his mouth, licking along the
underside with his tongue. The collective sensations from front and back
were a completely new experience. I no longer feared the man in front of me
and watched as his mouth worked on my sex. Behind me, my uncle had started
to finger-fuck me, licking the valley between my cheeks with his hot wet
tongue.

My orgasm was near and a new question pushed itself to the fore. I had
never spurted my cum in anybody's mouth before and I didn't know what to
do. I began to breathe hard and my body was tensing and relaxing. My spunk
was coming now and I didn't know if the man sucking me would be mad if I
shot into his mouth.

I moaned, "I'm cumming!" just in time for him to move away. He stayed there
and I felt my bum-hole tighten on my uncle's finger as I came, my hips
bucking as I started to shoot my spunk into the man's mouth. I spurted and
spurted, feeling the man sucking on me, and I held the man's head close. My
uncle's finger had been pulled out of my bum and he had moved around beside
me, still on his knees, to watch the man receiving the contents of my
little balls.

All the time I was spunking, the man was still wanking himself but he left
his cock to fondle my ball-sack with both hands, gently feeling the balls
inside. I swayed slightly and my uncle rose quickly to his feet, fearful
that I might fall because of the power of my orgasm. He held me and I could
see the poor man on his knees swallow the spunk in his mouth before alarm
spread over his face. He stood, his concern showing, and asked, "Are you
OK, love?"

After a few seconds, my orgasm was over and I smiled weakly, feeling
foolish. My uncle kissed me on the cheek and the man, now relieved, stroked
my face with his fingertips. "She's pretty, isn't she?" he said to my uncle
and I was puzzled. His mouth had sucked my cock and I'd shot spunk into his
mouth. How could he think I was a girl?

Slight downward pressure on my shoulder by my uncle resulted in me going to
my knees and I knew why when his hands undid his pants and they were
removed along with his underpants. I was now on my knees with two virile
men before me and I knew now where this was going.

"Play with this, sweety," my uncle said and I complied. My hand began to
wank that stiff pole, feeling the length, the power it exuded. The man was
forgotten as I played with the rigid cock until my uncle said softly,
"Don't forget the nice man, love. He wants you too."

My left hand went to the man's stiff cock and I wanked both in
unison. Being another new experience, I was savouring it. I was serving two
men, arousing them with my hands, making them excited, making them want me.

My uncle put his cock to my lips and I opened them, letting the big cock
into my mouth. The head was enormous and almost none of the long shaft
could enter as my mouth was already full. The man watched with fascination
as my uncle enjoyed the feeling I was giving him and the man's hand came up
to stroke my hair while I continued to wank him. Uncle Fred then removed
his cock and gently pushed my head towards the other man's cock and I got
the idea of what was required of me. I opened my mouth again and took him
in.

Although he was smaller than my uncle, I could only manage half of the
penis but I went to work with all the enthusiasm I could muster. He stroked
my hair continuously, saying softly, "Good girl, what a good girl you
are. Suck it, darling, suck it nice for me."

He was going to shoot very soon and I was faced with what would
happen. Would he pull it out and shoot his spunk onto the ground or would
he make me swallow the nasty stuff? The question was answered as my uncle's
hand went behind my head, holding me in place as the man's hips bucked and
I felt his hot slime shoot into my mouth. I tried to escape but couldn't
and I resigned myself to having my mouth filled with his spunk.

His cock jerked over and over, and my mouth began to fill fast. I began to
gag and try to cough but my throat was filled with his spendings and I
inadvertently swallowed some which headed towards my lungs and not my
stomach. Next thing I knew, spunk was coming from my nose, being expelled
from me but unable to pass the cock firmly lodged in my mouth.

My uncle's voice came through, "Swallow, sweety, swallow the nice man's
spunk," and I remembered last week when my uncle had shot in my
mouth. Within seconds, I had solved the problem and began to breathe
normally again. With his spunk now on it's way to my stomach, the man cooed
softly, "Such a good girl, so pretty."

He withdrew his penis from my mouth and I went to lick it clean, to gather
up the dribbles now exiting his piss-slit. It tasted a bit like almonds, a
different taste to my uncle's but nevertheless nasty. It was still slimy
though and I was glad when it was over. During all the coughing and
spluttering I'd done, some spunk had finished up under my nose and on my
chin. Uncle Fred scraped it up with his finger and placed his finger to my
lips, obviously waiting for it to dawn on me that I was required to eat
that spunk too. I was less enthusiastic about this prospect than earlier
but once I knew that the finger would not go away, I opened my lips and
sucked the finger inside, licking the cooling slime off as his finger began
to fuck my mouth.

This finger movement, the finger-fucking of my mouth, was beginning to
excite me a bit and this was helped on when I saw the man's hand reach out
and circle my uncle's cock. I had never seen anybody touch my uncle's sex
before and it gave me a lift, dick-wise anyway. My uncle didn't flinch when
this stranger touched him and I couldn't help wondering why. He'd made me
do it because I was his little girl but why this stranger?

The next surprise came when the stranger brought my uncle's cock to my
lips, prodding them with it. I looked in confusion up into my uncle's face,
waiting for something, anything. Nothing came, his face didn't
change. Resigning myself now, I opened wide and expected the cock to be
pushed in but it didn't happen. Instead, the man began to wank my uncle
just outside my lips, pulling back on the foreskin as far as possible, then
bringing it as far forward as it would go. I kissed the head and licked the
pee-slit, tasting the pre-cum that had formed.

It was quite exciting watching my uncle being wanked, a real turn-on. I'd
never seen an adult play with another adult and I was intrigued. The man
must have been doing it right because my uncle's breathing was changing. I
put my hand between uncle's legs and held his hairy ball-sack, feeling his
balls jumping around to the movement of the man's hand which was now
bringing him to the brink. I pulled his ball-sack downwards, tightening the
skin of his scrotum, and held the two balls in my hand. I thought I knew
how this was going to end.

When Uncle Fred's body tensed and the became rigid, I knew he was going to
shoot. My mouth had remained wide open the whole time that the stranger had
wanked him and as the man felt the cum begin, he froze his movement when
the foreskin was completely pulled back and watched, waiting for the first
blast. My uncle wailed and then it began.

A large gob of white slime was catapulted from the pee-slit of the hard rod
and hit my upper lip. Before it could begin to slide down into my mouth,
the second shot, equally large, hit my nose and the third, fourth, fifth
rained down on my face, and in a matter of seconds, my face and hair were a
slimy mess. The man still held the hard cock in his fist while my uncle
fucked his hand, hips bucking wildly. By the time the spurts had finished,
the spunk had begun to ooze from my lips and nose into my mouth, pooling
there.

The man moved my head forward with his free hand and the head of the big
cock entered and filled my mouth with it's great size. The dribbles from
uncle's monster cock dripped straight onto my tongue and increased the size
of the pool already there. One of my eyes was closed, the spunk on my
forehead having begun to run down onto the rest of my face.

The stranger released uncle's cock and gazed at me, obviously delighted at
the artwork he had created on my face with uncle's spunk. I was stunned,
absolutely speechless when he leaned forward and licked my face! Uncle Fred
had pulled his spent cock from my mouth and placed it against my cheek,
holding it there as the man cleaned my face with his tongue. After a few
licks, he made me open my mouth and he thrust his tongue inside, forcing me
to suck all the spunk from it. Then back again to my face to repeat
it. "Don't swallow yet," said the man, now speaking with authority in his
voice.

He continued cleaning me with enthusiasm and finally said, "Show your daddy
and me what's in your mouth." I opened wide and they both inspected the big
volume of slime that lay within. "Always show your daddy his spunk before
you swallow. What should she do, Daddy? Should she swallow now?"

Uncle Fred nodded and so I swallowed, showing them both my empty mouth when
it was gone. "You're a big girl now. I'm sure your daddys proud of you,"
said the man and I looked up at my uncle's face. He smiled and said, "Yes,
sweety, you're a big girl. Give the man a kiss. Tell him thankyou."

I reached up to kiss the stranger and whispered, "Thankyou," to him and he
kissed me back, holding my buttocks in both hands.

He said he had to go and arranged his clothing for his departure. Uncle
Fred dressed too but kept my knickers in his pocket. I put my skirt back on
and checked for spunk stains and, finding none, we set off to walk back to
the truck, my hand in his like father and daughter.

My mouth still tasted the spunk coating my teeth and gums, and I still
didn't like the nasty taste. But I was the girl and girls always swallow
spunk; everybody knows that, don't they?

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