



                              JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING


                                           by John P

                                      Copyright© 2011

Note: The previous chapters tell my true story. From here on, the
chapters describe the fantasies of acts which I wished had
happened.


Chapter 6

My immature fumblings with my classmate Roger's dick at school
continued but were no substitute for the intense pleasure that my
uncle had given me over several months prior to his departure.
Sucking Roger's dick was exciting but the real buzz I got each
time Uncle Fred pushed my head towards his crotch was absent. In
the school toilets, Roger and I would wank each other and I would
see his cloudy spunk pool at the head of his foreskin and begin
to spill over onto my hand. My contribution was also modest in
volume and would coat a couple of his fingers after which we
would clean ourselves with toilet paper and swiftly return to be
in time for class registration.

Saturday came around again and I left home earlier than usual to
go to Grandma's. I rode my bike like the wind, only to find that
it was all for nothing. He was still in bed. I started the jobs I
had to do for Grandma and 45 minutes later, he surfaced from his
pit. It wasn't a pretty sight but my adrenaline was pumping
anyway. Not being a morning person, he had to be left alone while
tea and toast were consumed. It didn't prevent me from checking
out his crotch surreptitiously though but the baggy pants he wore
prevented any real examination.

Breakfast over, he struck up a conversation with me which had to
be innocent in content due to Grandma being present. However, I
thrilled when he grabbed my bum when I passed him, out of the old
lady's sight. He stroked my bum! I was ecstatic in the knowledge
that he still wanted me. My mind raced and images of what we
might do later ensured that my little dick became suddenly very
stiff. I just wish that I had the courage to feel his cock
through his pants. He whispered, "See you later," and I knew he
would be abusing me very soon.

I finished Grandma's jobs around noon and gave Uncle Fred a
knowing look before departing. He put the tip of his tongue just
between his lips as he watched me leave and I knew he would sex
me at the earliest opportunity. Once outside, I waited around the
corner until he appeared and we went to where his truck was
parked and, after my bike was lifted into the back, we drove away
together.

The practice of giving me a book full of nudists to look at in
order to stimulate me had been abandoned by now. He had got used
to just putting his hand on my crotch and me sliding forward on
the seat to make access easier for him. He would stroke my dick
through my pants and I would stiffen immediately. This was, I
suppose, my acceptance of his abuse, conspiring with him to do
anything he wanted to me without complaint. Why would I complain?
I felt great every time he made me have sex so why was it called
abuse? Perhaps it was something I wasn't old enough to understand
yet.

Once we had left the streets behind and were once more in a rural
setting, we left the road and drove along a farm track in the
direction of a forest. When he stopped the truck in a small
clearing, he leaned across and stroked the front of my pants,
feeling for the little dick that had missed his touch for so
long. I shuffled forward on the seat and opened my legs wider, my
hands still by my side. He kissed my cheek and I turned towards
him, my hard little dick still being caressed by his big hand,
and allowed him to kiss my lips. His tongue licked me and I
responded in the way he had taught me. My lips opened to him and
I eagerly accepted the tongue that he thrust into my mouth.

For the first time ever, without having to be invited, I put my
arms around his neck. I sucked on the tongue that played in my
mouth and licked around it, pretending I was his little girl,
playing the part I thought he wanted me to act out. His hand left
my hard dick and clawed at my shirt, feverishly trying to open
the buttons. Once my shirt was open, he kissed my chest, my tits,
and sucked on both nipples until they were erect. His hand
kneaded my breasts, his fingers bunching the tit-flesh while he
suckled. My man, my boyfriend was feeling up his little girl and
his little girl's clitoris was standing proud for him.

My excitement had made me breathless, the sexual energy running
riot through my 14-year-old body. Then he stopped and withdrew. I
looked at him in confusion and he said quietly, "Come on, let's
go somewhere." He opened his door and climbed out and I was soon
at his heels as he strode off into the forest. He led me along a
well worn path for about 50 yards until we reached a clearing
with overhanging branches, a cool place where the sun was unable
to shine. Who used this well worn path, here in the middle of
nowhere?

He turned to me and I stood silent while he took my shirt from my
body. The skin of my chest was still wet from his saliva and I
felt a shudder as the cold air hit my bare flesh. He looked at me
momentarily before kneeling before me to remove my shoes and then
my pants. I stood there in socks and underpants while his hands
caressed my belly, my little dick pushing out the front of my
tight white undies. His mouth moved down to where my little bulge
betrayed my arousal and enveloped it, his tongue running along
it's length. His hands moved down to the waistband of my undies
and he pulled them down to my ankles, exposing my dick and little
ball-bag.

The gentle touch of his fingers moving my balls around in their
sack was exquisite. His large thick fingers looked out of place
against my small and delicate sex organs but the sensations he
was producing in me were overwhelming. He bent forward and took
my dick into his warm wet mouth, running his tongue around the
head before taking the full length of my erection inside. After
moving his head up and down a few times, he pulled back and
sucked one of my balls into his mouth and very gently licked
around it.

My hands reached out to his head and I ran my fingers through his
hair and toyed with his ears while he pleased me orally. He
reached behind me and stroked my buttocks, every now and then
running fingers up and down my bum-crack. I opened my legs so he
could do it easier, enjoying the feeling when he would stop
occasionally at my bum-hole and finger the entrance.

I was on the point of spilling my seed when he stopped abruptly.
He hastily undressed himself as I watched, his hairy chest
appearing as he removed his shirt and that long thick man-cock
bouncing as his pants were dropped. I was in awe again and he
watched my face, seeing the hunger there. The forest floor was
soft and he sat, inviting me to join him. As I sat next to him,
he kissed me, his arms pulling me closer to him and I thrust my
tongue into his mouth. His hands went to my chest and he pushed
my tits together to make a cleavage while he sucked on my willing
tongue.

He went down to the cleavage he made and ran his lips and tongue
through it, kissing my breasts and then nibbling the nipples with
his teeth. He pushed me gently down onto my back, kissing my
mouth and covering me with his body. The hair on his chest
tickled me and I could feel his enormous cock resting below my
small one. He took my hand in his and placed it on that weapon,
leaving me to stroke the monster the best I could with one hand.
The thickness was such that my fingers and thumb could not meet
but my excitement at handling this magnificent penis was not
diminished.

I felt his urgency and wondered what he would do to me. He stood
up and pulled me to my knees, facing towards him. His cock
touched my lips and I waited for him to make me do it. He took
his weapon in his hand and pushed against my lips and I opened
them immediately, taking in the large mushroom head. I knew what
was required of me and I began at once. As my tongue paid homage
to this fine adult cock, he played with my ears, stroking them
and moaning softly as I tried so hard to please him. My hands
went beneath his cock to the balls I knew could produce so much
sperm and I caressed them, marvelling at the size of them
compared to my own. Such a virile man, so masculine in a way that
I was not. It was right that I should service him, that he should
expect my complete submission to his will in all matters sexual.
He was an adult and I was a kid so that's how it was.

He brought his hand down and cupped my chin, lifting it up so I
was looking up into his face. The tip of his tongue came between
his lips and he wiggled it around, emulating what I was doing at
that moment to the head of his cock. Why did he do that? I didn't
need that because I was already so sexually charged. His eyes
conveyed what I thought might have been love, although I knew
nothing on that subject really, only being 14.

It was only seconds before he quietly told me what I had to do.
"I'm going to shoot my spunk, John. That white stuff, you know?
I'm going to shoot it in your mouth." I was aghast. Why would he
do that? He had never made me do anything as dirty as that
before. He couldn't mean it, surely. His hands continued to
caress my ears and he ran his fingers through my hair. My mind
was picturing what I had seen before, the massive amounts of
spunk he had made that had been so impressive to a kid like me. I
couldn't do it. I'd be sick. He'd choke me, wouldn't he? No, it
wasn't possible, it couldn't be.

"Swallow it, John, as it comes out. It won't hurt you." His big
gentle hands gave me some reassurance, stroking my cheek, calming
the panic that he must have known was rising within me. "You'll
get to like it, John, just like all little girls do. All girls do
it for their boyfriends. You'll do it for me, won't you, sweety?
Try it for me, sweety, if you love me."

What could I say? There was no way out of it. I was his little
girl and I had to do what he said. With the head of his cock
filling my mouth, I could only nod my head, agreeing to this
awful thing that he was making me do. His breathing became
shallow and I knew from previous encounters when he came that my
mouth would soon be full of the great volume of spunk I knew he
produced.

He pulled his cock from my mouth with his hand and, placing it
next to my lips, he said, "Open!" My mouth stayed wide open as
his monster cock expanded and his pee slit opened to expel in
great torrents the hot spunk I knew I had to swallow. I watched
in awe and amazement the jerking of his cock and felt the first
two hot streams of his spunk hit the back of my throat. I
swallowed, afraid that I would drown in spunk if I wasn't quick
enough. As I was swallowing, the next streams were already
entering my mouth and I had to hasten my actions to cope with
them. I was becoming overwhelmed by the constant spurts of spunk
from this virile man, this powerful adult who could make me do
anything he wanted.

After about eight spurts, the force of his cum diminished and he
placed the head of his weapon just inside my lips as it dribbled
the last drops into my mouth. My eyes had begun to water and it
was with great difficulty that I swallowed the last of his
offering. My hands had not ceased the caressing of his balls
throughout this momentous episode and I wondered briefly if that
had contributed to the massive volume of sperm I had just
ingested.

"Clean it with your tongue, sweety. You're a good girl. I'm so
proud of you," he whispered and I swelled with pride that he was
so pleased with me and I licked the last of his cum from the
mushroom head that remained just inside my lips. Now I discovered
for the first time how spunk tasted and I wasn't too keen on it.
It was salty and hot, creamy in texture and coated the inside of
my mouth. Once his cock had begun to deflate, he pulled it from
my mouth and an indescribable sense of loss came over me. My
tongue probed around inside my mouth and I discovered the coating
was everywhere, not just on my tongue.

He was studying my upturned face, his hand still cupping my chin,
but he said nothing. My embarrassment began to emerge and I felt
my face flush. What was I doing? I was on my knees in front of my
uncle, his now flaccid but still large sex organ just having been
removed from the mouth that had swallowed his copious
outpourings, and I was still fondling the balls that had produced
so much spunk. I was further red-faced when I realised that I had
responded eagerly to him calling me "sweety" and using me as a
girl. Did girls really do this stuff? Didn't the taste put them
off? Did the men force them to do it?

He looked down at his cock and noticed another drop of spunk just
leaving his pee-slit and, with his other hand, he used his
fingertip to gather it up. Returning his stare to my face, he
gently said, "Open," and I complied. His finger entered my mouth
and I began to lick it, the tip of my tongue tasting the drop of
spunk I knew he wanted me to swallow. He left it there and I
sucked it like a cock, running my tongue around it. Then he
pulled it out and I waited.

He pulled me to my feet and stood back a little, watching my
little dick moving to my heartbeat. Looking around us, he spotted
a tree that was only young and led me to it. "Put your hands
around that tree," he said quietly. I complied and placed my
hands around it, finding that I could touch my fingertips of both
hands. "Grab it lower," he said and I was puzzled. I went down
the trunk until my hands were about 3 feet from the ground and he
said, "That'll do. Stay there." What was this about? God, he's
not going to spank me, is he? I haven't done anything wrong, have
I?

"Open your legs wide," and I reluctantly did as he said. I stood
there, waiting for what was to come, with some trepidation. Still
facing the tree, I felt his hands on my thighs and realised by
the position that he must have been on his knees behind me. I
waited with bated breath, wondering what other sex acts he would
perform on me.

Something warm and wet touched my bum-hole. What was it, his
finger? Couldn't be because both his hands were on my thighs. It
had to be his tongue! My little dick lurched at the thought of
this filthy act. Wouldn't my bum-hole be dirty? Wouldn't it taste
foul?

His tongue played around my bum-crack and then went lower,
licking my ball-sack and then returning to my bum-hole, the tip
trying to enter. I felt my sphincter start to give a little and
what I thought was about an inch of tongue-tip was inside me. I
was ecstatic. The sensation of something hot inside my bum-hole
was so exciting yet so comforting. Comforting? Where did that
come from?

My ball-sack was pulled into his mouth and his tongue moved my
little balls around, producing wonderful feelings in my belly and
groin. His right hand left my thigh and my happiness was complete
when it came between my legs and he started to wank me off from
behind. He was milking me like a cow from behind while caressing
my balls in his mouth. His tongue returned to my bum-hole and was
inserted once again, thrusting in and out rhythmically. I was so
aroused by him and I realised he was masturbating my clitoris and
tongue-fucking my virgin pussy. He was having sex with his little
girl and I was that girl.

I felt the spunk coming and I was too far gone to try to control
it. I tensed and moaned, and felt my sphincter clamp down on his
tongue as my cum began. I looked between my legs to witness the
dam bursting and I watched as my sperm shot out from my pee-slit
and hit the ground beneath me. The intensity of that ejaculation
was unlike anything I had experienced in the whole of my 14 years
on the planet. I came and came, and was still spasming when there
was nothing left to spurt. He had emptied me. My Uncle Fred had
expressed every sperm I had inside me. He had milked the cow dry.
My body was quivering, my legs shaky and I wondered for an
instant if this was how love was. There was my spunk on the
ground, the most I had ever shot, certainly more than I had ever
produced by my own hand and I silently thanked my uncle for doing
it to me. He had abused me again and I had loved every second of
it.

He kissed my bum-hole tenderly and then stood and bent his body
over me, putting his arms around my still bent-over body. I felt
his half-hard penis in my wet bum-crack and he slid it up and
down the valley while kissing the back of my neck. I couldn't
turn round to kiss him back so I revelled in the feelings of his
tenderness towards me. His hands caressed my chest and shoulders
from underneath and he pulled me tight into him, forcing his big
cock harder against my bum-crack.

My cum now over and the coming down process almost complete, I
considered my emotions. Being Uncle Fred's little girl was
gratifying. If he wanted to have sex with a little girl, I was
happy to fulfill that role. I could never visualise a time when I
wouldn't cater to his needs, whatever they were. Was this love? I
dismissed it immediately. Two males couldn't possibly love each
other, the idea was preposterous. It was only possible between
male and female, everybody knew that. But as a girl, wouldn't it
be right for him to love me?

He stood and then pulled me upright, turning me round to face
him. He hugged me and I wondered why he didn't kiss me. Then I
remembered that he had shot his spunk into my mouth and I could
still taste it so he wouldn't want to kiss a mouth that had done
that sort of thing. Men didn't want to taste spunk, did they?
That was just for girls. I made a mental note then to lick my own
spunk the next time I masturbated to compare the taste with that
of a real man.

I knew it was time to leave and go home but before we went, I
wanted to feel his extraordinary cock one more time. I sank to my
knees before him and took him once more into my mouth, feeling
with my hands the shaft that had made me feel so good. I
worshipped at the altar for a minute before he stopped me and
said we had to go.

We dressed together and I looked one more time at the spunk I had
shot onto the leaves on the ground before we left. 'My uncle did
that to me. He molested me again,' and I smiled.

I wondered when he would abuse me again. I hoped it wouldn't be
too long.


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