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 slippery 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 unshaven 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
daddy’s 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?