Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2011 14:06:21 +0100
From: John P <jpcrusader06@gmail.com>
Subject: John's Early Learning 6 (Revised)

Just a note to say that the previous 5 chapters were a true account of what
Uncle Fred did to me. This chapter is pure fantasy.


			   JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING
				 by John P
			      Copyright 2011

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 foward 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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