Perverts 'R' Us

Mr. J

By Dixie ( M/ggbbb, 1st )

I was 6 the first time I remember being touched by my best friends Joy's Step dad. My Mom and Joy had gone to a school meeting and her step dad was looking after us. It began by him ticking us and putting his hand between my legs as he ticked me with his other hand. At first I could not feel his hand between my legs, all I could as I was going crazy from him ticking me. After a few minutes of this I peed in my panties and he told me to pull them off so he would wash and dry them. I did not think much about it for I did not know that it was wrong and he said he would not tell my Mom I had wet my panties.

He made us both feel big as he said we could come with him to his workshop and TV room, that only he and his friends could use to watch ballgames and play cards in. He asked if we wanted to watch TV or look at some books. I asked if I could look at the big white book with a girl and boy on the cover. He said if I would not tell anyone we could look at it.

I was not too good at reading, but he called the book "Show Me". Later, when I was older, I found out it was a book about sex for children ("Show ME" by Dr. Helga Fleischhauer-Hardt, a picture book showing girls and boys about sex). He told Joy that she should pull her panties off because I had mine off. He asked if it was OK to touch us as we looked at the photography in the book. If it showed a boy or man, he pointed out things to us, or if it showed someone touching a girl, then he would touch us like the photography showed the girls being touched.

We both were feeling so big that a man was telling us things that our friends did not know. When he began rubbing me between my legs it tickled, but in a good way. One picture I asked about was on page 170, showing a man kissing a girl between her legs and he told me that it made girls feel really good to have someone do that to them, and if it would be our secret he would show us and that we should teach our friends if they could keep a secret.

We agreed and Joy was first. He began kissing her on he stomach and legs and pinching her nipples. As he moved down and began kissing up and down between her legs, we got quiet and began breathing fast. After about a minute or two, she started trembling and passed out. Not knowing what happened to my friend, I did not want him to do that to me, but after she came to and told me it was the best thing that had ever happened to her, I agreed to let him do it to me. Boy was I hooked from that day on.

Mother could never understand why Joy and I always wanted to go with Jerry. But they always let us go, and they never knew what we were doing. From that day on, he encouraged us to teach our girlfriends about sex.

It was not long before Mother and Katty (Joy's Mother) had to go to Birmingham, Alabama for our school. So joy and I would have Mr. J all to ourselves for two nights and three days. We did not know all the wonderful things Mr. J would teach us over the next few months.

That Friday night we took in a movie and got to eat and drink anything we wanted. When we got home we both were sleepy and Mr. J gave us some wine that he put some white powder in and as soon as we drank it we both went fast asleep. When we woke up, we both were sore between our legs. At that time we did not know it, but Mr. J had pushed his finger into us like he had been doing with our butts whenever he licked and kissed us.

This was about three months from the first time he had begun teaching us. We both were small I was about three inches taller than Joy, but she was stockier than me. We both weighed about 47 lbs. I was blond and Joy had black hair like her Mother's. I was about 3'6" and she was 3'3". Saturday he did not do anything to us, but let us watch videos of girls with older boys and men.

Mom got back Sunday and told us they were going to have to go back in two weeks for another training class. I did not get to see her step dad, but saw Joy at school every day and we talked about the videos and we both would kiss each other - Mr. J called it 69 - at my house after school if we were alone. It was all Joy and I could think and talk about. We had also started doing it with some of our friends.

After two weeks I got to spend the weekend with Mr. J and Joy was watching videos with a black boy who lived across and down the street from Joy's house. He was 12 or 13 and attended an all black school. Mr. J said he wanted us to watch some videos with Tommy and let him show us his man thing. Tommy called his man thing a "peter". Mr. J had him open his pants and pull his peter out. Joy and I moved closer to see it, and then Mr. J told us to feel it. Soon he had us taking turns kissing and sucking on it.

As we took turns sucking Tommy's peter, Mr. J began pushing his finger into my pussy. At the same time, Mr. J was kissing and licking me just above his finger as he pushed it in and out of me. It was feeling so good. He stopped and had me stop sucking on Tommy. He then had me lay on my back, had Tommy place his four-inch long peter between my legs, and pushed the head of it into my pussy. Tommy slowly pushed it deeper into me as he kissed me on the mouth.

After about two minutes, he was pushing it into me and I was trying to keep him from pulling it out as it was feeling so good. Who would have ever thought that I'd be getting fucked in Alabama by a black boy and never wanting him to stop? God was it feeling good.

We did not do much the next day as we were both sore from Tommy's peter. But we both were so happy and all we could talk about was how it made our heads spin. It was almost two months before I got to spend another weekend with Mr. J, Joy, Tommy, and two of Tommy's friends.

After Mr. J rubbed some oil on Tommy and his friends' peters, he began fingering my pussy and rear end. I did not want him to stop, but he wanted Tommy and his friends to take turns FUCKING us, as he was calling it. Still today I can feel their black peters filling my small womb with cum.

By the time I started the third grade, Tommy and his friend could go to my school and they had no more all-black or white schools in Alabama, we all were going to the same school. God did I love fucking Tommy and his friends. Still to this day, almost 40 years later, I think of Mr. J and how much I loved him. I went on to have a full and rewarding life as the head of a high school in South Alabama. All I can say is thank you, Mr. J.