



                                  JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING


                                              by John P

                                         Copyright© 2011


Chapter 13

We are in a cubicle in the school toilets and I'm on my knees,
doing what he's told me to do. After geography today, he
whispered, "Toilets," to me and I nodded. He wanted sex today and
I would provide it. That's what I do now; he knows he can control
me and he does, regularly.

Roger has no girlfriend and I'm not sure he wants one. Why would
he, when he makes me do all the things that a girl can do for
him? He makes me suck him off, lick his bum-hole and, last week,
he kissed me for the first time. It was nice really and I kissed
him back. This turned into him forcing me to lean over the toilet
while he fucked my bum-hole and I can't honestly say that I
objected to it. It had felt good as his hot spunk shot into me,
splashing the walls of my rectum.

He has developed the habit of needing me every Monday, Wednesday
and Friday so I know now when he'll want me. It's Wednesday today
and here I am, worshipping his sex with my tongue and lips. He's
already kissed me, then he's forced me to my knees to take care
of business "downstairs". I lick his balls, tasting the sweat and
smelling the scent of his developing masculinity. It excites me
to please him and I readily forgive his regular callous treatment
of me every time we are together.

He's only 14, the same as me, but he's discovering the sexual
pecking order system, that age-old system that requires a male to
strive for dominance over other males as a prelude to
impregnating the best of the females of mating age. In this
pecking order, he is at the top and I must be number 58. This is
being used against me now that he knows where he stands in the
order of things and I have to endure his humiliation of me
because of it. I don't resent it, in fact I accept it, telling
myself that this is the way things are meant to be and nothing
else can be done. Besides, I love sucking dick.

I am bent over the toilet bowl, my trousers lying on the floor
where he threw them, and he's dropping large amounts of saliva
from his mouth onto my bum-crack which is wide open. I am
required to push his spit into my hole and he does this, I'm
sure, to increase his sense of domination over me. His cock is
already covered in my saliva so that when I finish lubricating my
bum-hole, he mounts me, beginning almost immediately to ride me.
I'm vaguely aware of the sounds outside the cubicle door as boys
come and go, pissing in the urinals, and I worry that maybe
they'll hear him breeding me, but my arousal by Roger fucking my
arse over-rides any other consideration and I dismiss the boys
outside from my mind.

He's panting now and so am I. I feel so comfortable with him
inside me, unlike when my uncle fucks me with that massive cock
he has, and as Roger is pinching my nipples hard, it's increasing
my ardour even more. I'm his girl and he knows that he can do
what he wants to me and that I won't complain. His dick's fucking
my pussy and he's playing with my tits but isn't that the normal
way of things?

When I feel his dick jerk inside me and he starts to pump his
white hot spunk deep into my bowels, my happiness is complete.
He's banging me, fucking me, and the spurts keep shooting into me
and I know that the walls of my pussy are covered in his spunk.
When he's finished, I stay still, waiting for him to do what he
wants to do next. He's still breathing heavily next to my ear and
I wonder if he'll want to kiss me again. I don't think he will.
He's had his way with me and he'll just want to go now. Men!
Bastards, aren't they?

True to form, he pulls out of me and I turn round and go to my
knees again, ready to clean the mess he's made. I take his dick
in my mouth and lick it clean like a cat cleans a kitten. His
spunk and the contents of my bum are on my tongue and he watches
with a kind of satisfaction as I humiliate myself further by
swallowing the mess. He begins to pull up his pants but stops
dead as some boy outside the door shouts, "Homos!" and runs away.
Little bastard! Roger finishes dressing himself, opens the door
and leaves without a word or a backward glance. I'm still there,
pants down and spunk leaking out of my bum-hole. Is that what
girlfriends have to put up with? Do men treat girls this way too?

Mum's been on at me about all the spunk she's having to wash out
of my undies and she laughs as she suggests the men ought to use
condoms so the mess doesn't stain my underwear. It's funny, but
she never suggests Dad use a condom on me when she's watching him
fuck my bum. I think she secretly likes to smell his spunk before
she washes my undies.

Once I'm clean and dressed, I leave the toilets and go to
lessons. I've inserted wadded-up toilet paper into my bum-hole in
an effort to minimise the mess that Roger's leaking sperm will
make in my undies. He watches me enter the classroom and as I
gingerly sit down, I see him smile evilly at me, knowing that he
is the cause of my discomfort. But I forgive him. His dick is
lovely and I wouldn't like to be without it up me occasionally.

During the afternoon break, I run into Chris and he asks if I'm
going straight home after school. I answer hesitantly, "Yes.
Why?"

"Oh it doesn't matter," he says and I ask again, "Why?"

The 16-year-old becomes embarrassed and says, "Oh nothing. I just
wanted to talk to you."

I've come to like Chris and, although he's fucked me once and
I've sucked him off once, I still don't know his last name.

"Alright. Where?" and he says to meet him in the 6th form common
room when school's finished. I remember that room with fondness
because I only went there once and Chris let me suck his dick and
play with his very long foreskin. When I ask about the other 6th
formers, he assures me that they will all have gone home. My mind
has the image of his long foreskin now and my little dick is
stirring at the memory.

I get through the next lesson, double maths, and it's time to
meet Chris. I'm excited although I'm not certain why. He only
wants to talk to me, doesn't he? He was supposed to punish me the
last time we met because Atkinson had found me wanking in the
toilets but had to leave early before punishing me himself. I'd
ended up with Chris' penis lodged firmly in my mouth and
swallowing his spunk, and all this had taken place in the room
behind the common room.

The common room door is before me now and I knock, waiting
nervously to be admitted. The door opens and I look up into
Chris' face, and he invites me in, shutting the door behind me.
After telling me to dump my bag on the floor, he asks if I want a
drink and I say yes. He goes into the fridge and asks if Cola's
OK. I nod and then he takes it into the back room, signalling
with his head for me to follow.

When I do, I see that the room is just the same, containing a
table, two chairs and the cupboard which I looked in the last
time I was here. The cupboard door is still slightly open and I
can just see the knicker trophies hanging on the back of it. I
blush as I remember that my knickers hang there, the ones that
Chris took after fucking me for the first time in the woods with
my uncle. The memory of it floods my head and I'm wondering if
Chris is still going to keep my secret.

He's perched on the edge of the table again and I'm sat on a
chair, facing him, trying to keep my eyes away from his crotch.

I have to ask about the trophies in the cupboard. "Whose are the
knickers in the cupboard?" He unseats himself and goes over to
it, opening it wide. "These," he says, pointing to a small blue
pair, "belong to Palmer. He got them from a girl in the same year
as you. These," and he points to a white pair, "belong to
Hindle's girlfriend. The others I can't remember."

"And these?" I ask, pointing to mine.

"Those I got from somebody I really enjoyed fucking. And I was
hoping," here he blushed, "that I would be able to do it again."

"Are you asking?" I say to him softly and he nods. "And would you
make him bend over for you, make him do what you want him to?"

He realises immediately by the way I've put the question what he
needs to do. He has to make the first move and he doesn't need to
woo or seduce me.

"Yes, I would," he says, more authority in his voice. "And he
might have to do other things too. I might make him do the things
I saw him doing with other men in the woods. And I might have to
watch him doing them. But he would like that, wouldn't he?"

I look up at him and he's waiting for my answer. "I think he
would," I say quietly and my heart races.

"Perhaps he ought to take my pants and undies down. Maybe he
should take my cock in his hand and play with it. Maybe he should
taste it. What do you think?"

Without hesitation, I answer, "I think he should. Should he get
undressed too? And wear his knickers for you?"

"Now that's good idea. So he'll do it now, right?" he says and I
begin. He kicks his shoes off and I begin to fumble with his
belt. Once undone, I pull his pants and undies down and I'm
looking at last at his semi-erect penis with the foreskin
extending more than an inch beyond the knob. I touch it and it
jerks, and I explore the length of the stiffening organ, feeling
the firmness and the length hot in my hand. Being on my knees, I
can examine its beauty close up, see the smooth skin along the
shaft, the knob completely covered by soft skin.

My lips take the long foreskin and pull on it, my tongue tickling
it, and he moans softly as he begins to stroke my hair. His
ball-sac hangs down beneath this lovely cock and I play with it,
feeling the hair which covers it and moving his balls around
inside the sac. My free hand goes round behind him and I squeeze
a taut muscular buttock, running my fingertips around it to feel
the light hairs that signal his approaching manhood.

While my hands are busy back and front, the tip of my tongue
pleasures him by pushing inside the long foreskin to reach his
knob, where I tickle the pee-slit and find that his pre-cum has
gathered inside the skin. It tastes salty and I move my tongue
around, spreading it all around his knob. Finally I pull the
foreskin all the way back and the shiny knob is at last revealed.
I take it in my mouth and savour the flavour of pre-cum and
smegma He's looking down into my eyes in a way I can only
describe as lovingly and I'm thrilled that he would think of me
in that way.

My dick is as hard as a nail while I'm pleasing him and it feels
so right to be on my knees in front of him. I remember that he
wants me naked and without taking my mouth off his cock, I begin
to strip myself. With some difficulty, I'm finally naked and my
full attention returns to the cock I'm beginning to love so much.
Chris is kind and gentle to me, unlike Roger, and my affection
for him is increasing.

One minute later, he stops me, pulls his cock from my mouth and
I'm loathe to let it go. He makes me lie down on my back on the
floor and he joins me, cuddling me with one arm and then toying
with one of my nipples. It becomes erect at once and his head
dips to lick over it, then he begins to lick and suck on it. I'm
beside myself with the feelings that this generates and I hold
his head there like a girl who feeds her baby.

His hand moves down and he caresses my hard dick, my balls and
the bit of pubic hair I've managed to grow. With all this
attention I'm getting, I feel warm, wanted, desired, and I want
it to continue. He's arousing me, exciting me, making me love
him. When he kisses my lips, I open my mouth and his tongue
thrusts inside, tasting me. I suck his tongue greedily, moving my
head back and forth slightly to simulate sucking of his cock.

He pants now, as do I, and he turns me onto my belly. I spread my
legs wide for him, silently inviting him to use me as he wants.
He kneels and, as his tongue touches my bum-crack, I raise my
hips to help him to do what he wants. My rosebud wants his tongue
and he obliges, running the tip around the hole, tickling it,
making it very wet. I'm trembling with emotion as he forces the
tip inside me and I feel his soft stubble as his face touches my
bum. He's arousing me so much now that I'm thinking I might spurt
semen onto the floor but he stops and, taking my hips in his
hands, he raises my bum so that it's high in the air.

While his tongue is fucking in and out of my bum-hole, he's busy
wanking himself, getting himself ready for his penetration,
making his cock stiff so that he can plunge into my depths. His
saliva is thoroughly soaking the area around my hole and I know
that soon he'll push the cock that I'm now so desperate for into
my bum-hole and he'll breed me, shoot all his hot juices into me.

His tongue leaves my hole and I'm briefly disappointed but when
he slathers more saliva on the shaft of his cock, I know I'm
going to get what I've waited for. He presses his knob against my
sphincter and he pushes in at the same time that I push out. The
head goes in easily and I feel ecstatic as I feel him keep
forcing himself into me until his pubic hair tickles my
bum-cheeks. His sex is in me. I'm impaled on his beautiful cock
and I'm elated.

Strong hands grip my hips and he begins to fuck me. His cock
fills me up and I can't describe the sensations he's making me
have by this breeding. He's mating me and I'm letting him,
wanting him to. My lust is taking me over and I can't stop myself
crying out, "Love me, Chris, fuck me. Fuck me!"

My words spur him on and he fucks me harder and deeper, no more
the gentle love-making but the primal urge of every male to shoot
his spunk into the female to procreate. I accept his instincts
gratefully because he's making this rutting so enjoyable for me.
I push back into him every time he fucks into me and his pounding
is arousing me so much that I'm sure my seed will squirt onto the
floor beneath me. He's moaning and panting, and I find that I'm
doing the same. He's working me up so much that my mind is no
more capable of any thoughts, rational or otherwise. I'm just
acting on instinct now, the prime one being to make my stud come
inside me, to breed me, to impregnate me.

A throbbing of his cock inside me announces his impending orgasm
and I brace myself for the onslaught. He holds me tighter in
place as his eruption begins and his hot seed leaves his cock,
spurting and splashing against the walls of my love tunnel. His
grunting is that of a man breeding a girl, a man who wants
offspring and I'm only half sorry that I can't do that for him,
can't be that girl.

I feel his hot spunk pumping into me as shot after shot is
blasted deep inside me and I've never felt so good, not even when
Dad does me with his enormous weapon. Chris' arms go round my
waist and he holds me tight to him while he's breeding me and I
feel so complete, so right, and I want to kiss him but I can't
because he's behind me. The jerking of his cock stops and I
suppose the dribbles are now joining the massive volume that I'm
sure my rectum already contains.

After a minute or so of holding me tight, keeping me still, he
dismounts and I feel empty. I stay on the floor, still bowed,
with my bum in the air, and I feel the cool air as my hole must
still be gaping open. He strokes my bum, my back, my legs, and
his touch is magic. I'm a bit too young to know for sure but I
think I'm feeling love for him. He's a real man and I think I
need him to want me more than he already does.

When I collapse onto my belly and then turn over, I can see his
eyes and the loving look hasn't left them. He's not like Roger at
all. Roger! It hits me that some of Roger's spunk might still be
in me from his lunch-time use of me and I panic a bit any case
Chris has noticed the slime inside me but is not saying anything.
I'm reassured by his loving look and I relax, hoping that he
never finds out about what Roger makes me do but, inexplicably, I
secretly hope that Roger will keep on doing those things to me.
Does that make me a slut?

Chris bends down to kiss me and I accept his kiss, returning it
with fervour. My head makes a resolution that I won't let Roger
do me any more and that Chris will be my only lover from now on.
But then there's Dad, and Uncle Fred, and the other men who have
used me. Would I have to stop pleasing them too? I'm not going to
think about that now, I'll think about that tomorrow, and I
remember where I've heard that before. It's from 'Gone With The
Wind' and I've just been behaving the same way as Scarlett, using
people for my own enjoyment. Or are they using me? It's too deep
for me to fathom so I'll concentrate on what I'm doing now.

After 5 minutes of kissing and touching, Chris stands and begins
to get dressed. He hasn't made me clean his cock with my tongue
but I want to, I want to take that wonderful cock with the long
foreskin into my mouth. I stop him from continuing to get dressed
and he smiles down at me while I carry out this task of cleaning
the man who has bred me, mated with me. His spunk and the little
specks of my shit I gladly swallow, knowing that it pleases him
and therefore pleases me too.

When we are both dressed, he says, grinning, "You didn't wear
your knickers," and I smile, promising that next time I will or,
if he wants me to, I'll wear some of the other trophies hanging
inside the cupboard door. I see by his eyes that an idea springs
into his head and I wonder what I've triggered. When he says,
very enigmatically, "Yes, that's a possibility," I can picture a
plan developing in that brain of his and I wonder what it could
be. "Yes," he says again, "that's a definite possibility."

"What are you thinking?" I ask and he looks at me again, smiling,
as he answers, "Wait and see."

We leave school together to go our separate ways, me with spunk
dripping into my underpants from my spunk-filled bum-hole, and
Chris with a satisfied smile. As we part, I realise that I still
don't know his last name. We've had sex 3 times and I still don't
know his full name. God, what a slut I must be!


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