Learning - Chapter 1

LEARNING – CHAPTER 1: MY YOUTH


This story arrived, unbidden into my brain, while continuing to write another story, but it seems it
was destined to unleash a flood of childhood memories….

Part 1

I was 6y.o. when my 2 older girl cousins began my sex education, using me as their toy every
School holidays.

We lived in the City, 160kms north: Mum and Dad, my 2 older sisters and a younger brother.
My Mum came from a country town, and I always went with her when she visited her Mother
and family; I loved the countryside, but my siblings couldn`t care less.
So it was that I came to spend every School holidays at my Grandmother`s, Grandfather having
died many years previously, and in her old rambling house of many rooms, there was only her
youngest son – a grown man of about 25 maybe, living at home.
When I came for holidays, my Mum often only stayed overnight, and then headed home, leaving
me with Nana and my Uncle, who I rarely saw.
Nana generally invited my cousins to come and stay also, so I`d have `company` she said; their
Mum and mine were sister`s, but they lived only about 3kms away in the same town.
Of course, they were on the same holiday schedule as me, and we always got on fine.

By the time I was 6, I had stayed with Nana several times, so my Mum giving me a kiss and
going home to Dad and my sisters and brothers was no sad occasion, and my cousins had
already come the night before.
We always shared the same big room: the 2 girls slept in a double bed, and I had a single one at
a right-angle at the foot of theirs.

When it was bedtime, Nana often came in 2-3 times to tell us to go to sleep, and the girls would
quieten for just a few seconds and then start giggling and joking and talking all over again.
Ann, the oldest was 12, and Sally was 9 I guess, so they were quite a bit my senior, and I looked
up to them – both physically and developmentally.

The first night of these holidays, after our baths and changing into pyjamas, for me, and nighties
for the girls, Ann put her nightdress on right in front of me in the bedroom, after coming from the
bathroom in a towel.
I had never seen a female body, not even with my own Mother and 2 sisters…I just hadn`t in my
own house.
Ann didn`t hide from me, in fact she turned around and around so my eyes could see all of her.
She had little mounds growing on her chest, which I assumed would be breasts when she grew
up, and she didn`t have a `wee-wee` between her legs like the little one I had – and which, I
noticed, was sticking out straight from my body, maybe 6-8cms, as I watched her.
I pulled my wee-wee out of my pyjama pants to check it; it was longer than my hand could hold,
which I thought was funny.
It was all very funny, but I felt a funny sort of funny, and had no idea why, or if it meant anything,
but it did seem to be connected, somehow, with my hard wee-wee, which I twanged with my
hand and laughed when it bounced.
Ann looked as I did it again, but she didn`t laugh: she was staring as she let her nightie fall down
to her knees.

Sally was still in her bath, and Ann came over to me and asked quietly “can I do that, Stevie; it
looks fun” and so I thrust my little `cock` - she now called it - out towards her.
Her fingers were soft as she wrapped my cock in them and sort of tugged on it; wow, it stretches
I marvelled, as I looked at what she was doing.
It also felt `funny` and nice as she slipped her fingers around and back and played with it: what a
fun game I thought.

Ann also seemed to think so, as she kept on playing with it, even when her younger sister came
back into the room, stopping in the open doorway when she saw what Ann was doing.
Sally spluttered “Ann, what are you doing” but Ann hissed at her to close the door, so Nana
wouldn`t come in, and then she smiled at me, saying “Stevie thinks this is a funny game, so he
invited me to play too, isn`t that right, dear Stevie?”
It sounded about right to me, so I looked at Sally and nodded, and even I said to her “my `wee-
wee`, ah, my cock, was sticking out and it bounced when I hit it; it was so funny, Sally!”
Ann laughed and I saw her look at her sister, and Sally came right over to us; “can Sally play too,
Stevie, please?”
I shrugged my shoulders, feeling a little bored, but if my cousins thought it was a fun game, ok,
they could play.
“Ok” I said, and then Ann said “we play with your cock, then when we turn out the light and go to
sleep, you can play a fun game with us, ok” and she turned over my little cock into Sally`s much
smaller hand and fingers.
I had no idea what `fun game` with them I could play, but Ann was 12 so I guessed she knew a
lot more games than me; “Ok” I agreed.

Sally`s fingers copied what she had seen her sister do, and hers were even softer, but they
made me feel…”I need go to the toilet” I suddenly said, pulling my pants up and over my cock
and running out the door and down to the bathroom.

Part 2

`I must be sick` I thought, after standing at the toilet bowl for a minute and no wee came out.
I thought of calling Nana, but as I mulled this around in my head, my `cock` began shrinking and
now I thought `oh, it is going to disappear` but this scary thought went away when some funny
drops came oozing out, before a stream of urine came rushing out, and I smiled: `ah, that`s
better`.
I flushed the toilet and washed my hands and, as I exited, met Nana just coming from her room
way down the hallway to wish us good night.

She held me to her old body as we went back to the room; the girls were both in bed, so Nana
settled me under my sheet and blanket, kissed me good night, and went to the girls to do the
same.
“I`ll leave the lamp on, but after 5 minutes, if I hear any noise, I`ll be back; time for sleep,
children, good night” and she turned off the main light as Ann called to her “I`ll keep us all quiet
Nana, have a good sleep”.

One minute later, Ann whispered loudly “Stevie, come in bed with us; come on, it`ll be warmer
and fun” and, as `fun` was – well…fun - and `warmer` also sounded good, I climbed out and
jumped up on their bed, where Sally showed me to get in the middle between them.

“What happened to your nightdresses” I asked, feeling bare skin on either side, wondering what
magic had made them disappear suddenly.
Sally giggled, “we took them off to play our game; here, take yours off too – we`ll keep you
warm, promise” and she went for my pants, while Ann undid my buttons and took off my shirt,
so my body was now as bare as theirs.
I had never slept without pyjamas, but it was something…exciting was the word which came to
my mind, and I guess it was for the girls too, as they giggled and jumped around.

When Ann leaned across me to whisper to Sally, her chest laid on my chest, and I felt those hills
– which my grown-up brain had told me before were `breasts` - pressing into me, little rocks on
top poking at me, and that funny feeling began again, even in my stomach, and I reached down
and felt my cock sticking out, and hard again.
Sally had the lamp on her side, and she turned it around so it was lighting the bed brighter.
Ann threw the covers back as she lay now facing me, and my eyes were so close to those hills
and rocks on top, and I stared at them.
When a hand went down to my cock, those rocks grew larger and stretched, just like my `wee-
wee`, and Ann`s fingers began stretching it again and tugging on it; it felt lovely!

Sally asked Ann “what about me” and Ann told her to wait and be quiet until we all heard Nana
creep up the squeaky hallway, stop and listen, and return to her room, satisfied we must all be
sound asleep.

Even I giggled after a minute: just a game now, making Nana think we were all asleep.
Ann laid me on my back; she snuggled up close from her side, and told Sally to move in close
from hers.
Ok, I was warm with them now, but I wasn`t sure what my fun game was to be, though one of
Ann`s hills and rocks was pressing against the side of my chest again, and that was feeling very
nice, even if not exactly `fun` as I thought of it.
Her hand came off my cock and she told Sally to take over, and Sally`s smaller fingers did feel
more fun playing her game with my cock, hard and straight inside her curled fingers around it.

Then Ann reached across me, took my right arm and stretched my hand down Sally`s body; she
had to tell Sally to move up the bed, curl her body a little…all strange directions to me, and I had
not a clue what we were now `playing`.
Then Ann had my hand on Sally again, and pushed it between her legs; she stretched my fingers
out, pushed them inside some crack, and told me to just tickle Sally there with my fingers –
1..2..3...as many as made Sally feel happy she told me – so I did that, and it was a funny feeling,
so I felt better then, learning this new game.

Ann was much taller than me of course, and now she moved herself way up the bed, my eyes
following those…”suck on my tits” she said, so now I had learned another words and knew what
she called those hills and rocks, as she settled herself and pushed one into my mouth.
I guess it was a primal thing: knowing what to do with a `tit`, because I couldn`t remember
sucking on my Mother, though I thought I must have: don`t all babies do this?
Anyway, I found sucking on her very comforting, even if not exactly the fun I thought this game
was supposed to be, so my mouth sucked, my fingers tickled Sally, and her fingers moved my
cock around and around and made it feel, well, nice.
I had another hand, which Ann took, and told me to tickle her between the legs - same as I was
tickling Sally.

But between her legs was an entirely different experience.
She had peed herself I decided, and I was about to take my mouth off her tit to say “yuk” when
she jumped ahead of me, held my hand to her and said “it`s all right, Stevie, this is just juice my
body makes when we are playing a really fun game!”
“Just keep tickling with as many fingers as you like” and she pushed me against her, and now I
realised even Sally had some of that juice and it was dripping down my fingers inside her legs.
Ann even had hair down there, and it was short and crinkly, and my fingers played with it first,
parting it and pushing it this way and that, and then the moisture hit my fingers, and I felt like I
had found the creek feeding down between the trees and bushes along the valley, so I followed
the creek upstream, and my fingers found a slippery opening, like a hidden cave hiding the
source of the stream, and so I pushed on inside the opening, her body opening – like a flower in
spring, I thought, and there were more petals to push aside, and then Ann groaned out loud, and I
pulled back sharply!

Then Sally moaned too, and my fingers got wetter in her legs, and then my stomach got sick and
my cock felt all funny, and so I moaned too!

Something was different with my body, and I thought I needed the toilet again, and I couldn`t
stop it, and I felt I was peeing in the bed, inside Sally`s fingers, and I began moaning “sorry Sally,
sorry, it just happened…” but then I knew I wasn`t peeing any more, and Ann pushed her tit back
in my mouth, made me suck on the rock – which was even longer now – and she cooed to me
like a Mother, and said “ssshhh, Stevie, I know what happened, and you didn`t pee in the bed”
and her hand took over from Sally`s and gently squeezed the end of my cock and then rolled her
fingers around `the head of your dick` she now called it, and there was some wetness of
something in her fingers, sticky, and she stroked her wet fingers up and down my little cock, and
it was magical, and I scrunched my bottom muscles and peed/not peed some more little bits and
drops – of whatever it was.


“Sally, get down there and do what I told you about – remember: gently” Ann was the Mistress
here, for sure, as Sally went down under the bedclothes, right towards the bottom of the bed, and
then I felt her arms come across my body and her longish hair tickling my legs as her face came
to between my legs, and Ann released my cock and pushed it in…Sally`s lips!
“Stevie, suck on me, please – it feels so wonderful, my little boy, to have your mouth on my tit;
please, keep going, and your fingers too” and I did, quite happily, no longer worrying about
messing the bed – only Sally`s mouth if more of that stuff came out – and I even chewed on that
big, long rock, which Ann now taught me as “yes, bite on my nipple” and I did, but only gently, as
gently had been what she had told Sally to do, to my cock I guessed, and so I learned to be
gentle with women`s bodies as I hoped they`d be gentle with mine.


As I figured out how to nibble Ann`s `nipple` as well as suck with my mouth, Sally was learning
how to suck on my cock with her mouth, and I wondered if Ann had done this before and so had
known what to tell her younger sister…
But my fingers interrupted this thought as I found a bud inside the flower petals, and I paused to
play with it, and that caused Ann`s body to shake and a loud groan to come from her, but again
she pushed my hand back as I was about to jump away, and her other arm was around my
back, under my head, and she stopped me pulling off her tit.
“It`s wonderful, Stevie, keep going; I am so close…” but she didn`t say `close to` what, but she
knew more than me, so I did what she told me, as Sally moved below, throwing the blanket and
sheet all the way off.

Then she moved her body across one of my legs and pressed herself down on me; she was
slimy and wet in between her legs, and she began rubbing herself up and down my leg, pausing
at my knee as she seemed to enjoy rubbing herself there more on the bone, and her - `juice`, is
that what Ann had called it, began to soak my leg, and she moaned and groaned too now,
around my cock in her mouth still, and that sent even more funny feelings to my stomach, and
my little cock seemed to rear up inside her mouth, and it wanted to do…I didn`t know, but it was
a powerful feeling of wanting to do…something more, and it strained, and even I knew when it
dribbled something into her mouth, and my body collapsed down on to the bed.
Sally sucked and moaned, my cock felt dead, and my fingers pulled hard on Ann`s bud until she
groaned and shivered and her tit fell from my mouth as she lay flat on her back and pressed my
hand to only rub gently now inside her legs, and my hands and leg were all wet, my mouth was
sore, and my cock was feeling sensitive and almost in pain as I pushed Sally`s head gently
away.

When Sally came back up to the pillow, she pulled the sheet and blanket up, and I helped pull it
more up to cover Ann, whose eyes were closed, so close beside my own.

Part 3


We snuggled and cuddled, wet and growing sticky - all of us, I thought, as my eyes closed.
“Annie” Sally whispered across me, “He did it, in my mouth! Not much, but I felt it, and tasted it,
and swallowed it, and it made me so wet – it`s beautiful Ann, you need to try it next time!”
I was half-awake, but all I could imagine was: she meant the dribbles of `pee`, or whatever I had
done in her mouth, as I had done in Ann`s fingers earlier.
Whatever – Sally seemed very happy!
Anne stirred – I thought she had gone to sleep – and she chuckled “you and me both, Sal – I am
as wet as if I had pissed myself, and I had an orgasm! God, it was the most wonderful feeling,
and my tits are so sore, but feeling so beautiful…Stevie, you are an amazing lover! Can`t wait
until you get older!”

Ann rolled me to Sally`s side, and `spooned` me from behind she said she was doing: all I
understood was those tits were pressing into my whole back, and they felt beautiful.
Sally rolled away from me, and then back in against my body`s front; I was squashed, so I
dragged my arm out and let it lay across Sally, who promptly pulled my hand to her nipple and
where her own tit would grow one day.
This felt very comfortable too, especially when her bottom pushed against my groin, and we both
felt my little cock begin to wake up and poke at her bottom, so she opened her legs, pushed
herself back more, and nestled my cock between her legs from behind.
This was very comforting also, and I smiled at all the feelings and language and other things I
had learned this night, and my cock bobbled between Sally`s thighs, and she giggled “you want
more, Steve?”
“Guess so” I responded, as my fingers stretched her nipple, and, for the first time, I felt what I
should do first, and I kissed Sally`s neck, and then it felt right to just kiss her bare shoulders and
then my lips roved around her smooth skin, and I nibbled on her earlobe, like I had nibbled on
Ann`s tits, and Sally pushed her bottom hard against my cock, and put her hand over mine on
her breast and nipple, and pushed me to her harder.

“You two can fuck next time” Ann grumbled behind me, “but now: go to sleep; we need wake up
before Nana and be normal for the morning, so quiet now and go to sleep.”
I wanted to ask: `what does [fuck] mean` but now didn`t seem the time to talk more, so I closed
my eyes.
Sally might have known, because she slowly reached a hand down between her legs and pulled
my cock towards that hole my fingers had been in before, and with much stretching of it, and
slow scrunching of her bottom back even harder against me, she now put my cock inside –
where my fingers had been, but where my cock was in an unknown world.

But it soon became clear to my cock, and much more slowly to my brain: this new, unknown
world was the New World, and I wanted to explore it!
Sally turned her head slowly towards me, and my lips slid around her in the opposite direction,
until our lips met, and she kissed me.
So quietly I could hardly hear, she said “stay right there all night, Steve; this is how we will fuck
next time, Ann has told me, but to fuck: your cock needs to move inside me more – but we can`t
tonight, ok, so just stay in there and we go to sleep” and her lips were back on mine, and my
much older 9y.o. cousin taught me, her 6y.o. cousin, how to tongue kiss before we both fell
asleep: in just the positions we were.

Part 4

I needed the toilet – this time I was sure!
I pulled myself away from both girls, scrambled out of bed, found my pyjama pants at least and
ran down to the bathroom on tiptoes.
My bladder – I knew that term already – was full, and I emptied for a long time, before shaking a
now soft cock, washing my hands, and creeping back to the bedroom.
I wanted to climb back in with my cousins, but suddenly heard footsteps coming up the hallway.
I found my shirt on the floor, and the girls` nighties, and stuffed them all, and me, under the
bedclothes on my own bed – just as Nana opened the door.
“It was just me, Nana – I had to go to the toilet” and Nana said a quiet `good night` and closed the
door again.
I wanted to get back into bed with the girls – for some reason, this seemed as if it was where I
belonged now – but if Nana came to check again…I stayed in my bed…


…and woke in the morning light coming through the curtains.
I turned my head, but the girls` bed was made and they weren`t in the room.
For the first time I was aware of, my cock was hard and bobbing in my pants as I woke, and I
wondered again if I was sick – but then that thought was thrown aside as I relived what it, and
me, had learned last night, and my 6y.o. brain processed a myriad of memories and decided my
cock was meant to be like this when thinking about my cousins.
Since I couldn`t stop thinking about them, would this mean my cock would stay like this too?
I had no answer for this, but when I headed into the bathroom and washed my body quickly, it
subsided, so now I learned that cold water would help.


I dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen, the room where almost everything happened
during a normal day.
Ann and Sally were just finishing their breakfast, pausing to both grin at me as I sat opposite
them, and Nana immediately placed a plate of an egg, sausage and tomato and bacon in front of
me, along with 2 slices of toast.
“A growing boy needs a good breakfast; eat it all, Steve” Nana said, ruffling my hair as I said
`good morning` to everybody.
Ann murmured across the table “and we need you to grow like that long, fat sausage, Stevie” as
Sally laughed.
Nana looked across, but I was putting a forkful of food into my mouth, feeling my cheeks
reddening, though not sure why, but when I felt my cock already growing in my shorts, I
understood Ann`s joke – `will I get big like this sausage` I wondered, as I cut off its head and ate
it, bringing up a memory of Sally eating my little `sausage` last night, and I groaned into my
mouthful.
Both girls laughed as they stood and took their plates to the sink, Ann saying she would wash the
dishes this morning, Sally and I next time.
Nana looked at us all; “I am so happy when you kids get on so well” and Anna gave her a hug,
replying “oh, we always get on well, Nana, when we stay here with you” and I nodded as Sally
joined the hug for Nana.


Nana went outside to the washing machine – a new `contraption` she called it – and put in a load,
taking several minutes to choose the selection buttons, which I could see as I took my now-
empty plate across to Ann to wash.
My Mum and Dad had bought it for her Birthday a few months ago, but she still liked to use her
big outside pot, the fire stoked underneath to heat the water, and stir the clothes with a big stick.

My mind was soon off Nana and her grumblings when Ann reached behind her to feel for my
cock in my shorts.
“Maybe the `sausage` is growing already” she said to me, turning her face down and to the side
away from Nana outside, and opening her mouth, her tongue clearly inviting my own up for a
kiss this new morning.
I held her hip as I stretched up to meet her, and – thanks to Sally – I knew what to do with my
tongue and my mouth, as our lips joined, and I wondered if tongues could be inside a mouth and
`fuck` there…it certainly felt like it, as I probed inside her, and tried to climb down her throat.
Ann backed up; “where did you learn that, my little Stevie!”
I put on a sad face, and she whimpered, beginning an apology, but Sally, sitting at the table
laughed so hard, Ann glared at her, until Sally could manage to say “I taught him when you went
to sleep last night – did I teach him well, big sister?”

I was the meat in every sandwich between my 2 cousins!


Nana came back inside, still grumbling; “well, the clock says 60 minutes, so that`s enough time –
if I run – to get to the Butcher`s and supermarket, and be back to get the clothes out.”
“We`ll come with you and help, Nana” Ann offered, and I said “You don`t need to run, Nana; I put
the washing out for Mum all the time, so I can do that.”
Nana was thinking, but she shook her head “I can`t leave you here alone, Steve – but I am sure
you can take care of things. One of the girls will stay with you, and one can come shopping…”
“I`ll stay Nana” Sally declared vehemently and loudly, startling everyone. “It`s time I was allowed
to be responsible, so I will take care of Steve, and help him put the washing out.”


Ann seemed about to complain, but Nana nodded her head “You`re right, girl, time to grow up, so
I will trust you both to take care of everything, and we won`t be too long.”
Sally put her arms around me and hugged me tightly; “Don`t worry about anything Nana; right,
Steve” and I nodded agreement, even as I felt her hip pressing across and against, and back,
and across my groin.
`What is Sally doing`, I wondered; `she knows my cock seems to be hard all the time`, and now I
even felt it making my clean underpants wet!



Part 5

5 minutes later, Nana had her handbag and her grand-daughter in tow, and set off at her usual
fast clip to shopping.
No sooner had they closed the back gate, than Sally was putting her lips and mouth to mine, and
her tongue was heading inside me.
I pulled back, surprising her; “don`t you want to kiss, Steve” and she seemed sad.
I took her face in my hands and said “I do, Sally, but when you hugged me, you know what it
did?”
She shook her head, so I took her hand and led her back inside the kitchen, pulled my shorts
down and off, then my underpants down and off.
It wasn`t my cock I wanted to show her, but that is what she was looking at.
“You made me wet my underpants, Sally, and I only just put them on clean this morning!”
She chuckled and took my hand, pulling me closer; “feel this” and she put my hand under her
skirt and against her panties, against her cunt: she was soaking wet too.
“Let`s take them off and put in the washing” she said, moving my hand to one side of her
panties, and motioning me to assist her to get them off, and then she picked up mine and hers,
smoothed her dress down, and ran out to throw them both in the washing machine, running back
to me, laughing “this feels so funny: no panties!”

She did, at least, have a skirt covering her nakedness – I was struggling to pull my shorts up over
my cock, which actually seemed bigger this morning, or my shorts smaller…`we all grow a little
bit every day` I remember my Teacher telling us in Class: maybe everything does, I thought.

Sally took my hand, yanking me along, after she had closed the back door, and she ran my little
legs up the stairs, back to the bedroom.
“Get inside me, Steve” she said, lifting her skirt up and off and throwing her body back on the
bed; “this morning, we can fuck!”
Her bare body was so mesmerising, I felt unable to resist anything she said now: she was
Mistress when Ann wasn`t here, so I took my t-shirt off, and I now struggled to pull my shorts
back down and over my cock.

When I was as naked as Sally, I asked her “what do we do now, Sal” but all she did was crook a
finger at me, beckoning me up on the bed to join her, arms opening wide to welcome me, lips
open wide to kiss me, and legs open wide so I soon knew where my cock was going to settle if I
was on top of her.

“Is there something bad about this, Sally – is that why it`s all a secret? Are we going to get into
trouble?”
She giggled, “I don`t think it`s bad, Stevie – just our exciting, fun game, isn`t it, so we keep it
secret so it`s just always special for us” and I had to nod at that: learning all this stuff last night,
and more to study now…yes, it was exciting and fun!
“But what about Ann – will she be mad at us” I asked as I climbed up on the bed at her feet and
she stretched her hands down to stroke my face and pull on my chin upwards.
“We`ll have to let her join, of course Stevie; after all, she started us, and she knows lots to do to
make it even more fun.”
“Good” I said, “because I really loved sucking on her tits and nipples – that was awesome” and
my cock twitched as I moved my knees up between Sally`s legs, until my face was over her
spread cunt, where I stopped to inspect her, studying this funny thing girls had between their
legs, and where, it seemed, a boy`s cock is made to go.

Sally didn`t have any hair like Ann did, and I wondered when she would get some, and when I
would too – I had seen my Dad`s cock and hair in the shower, and his hair was very bushy and
almost red, while his cock had just been hanging down, so I didn`t know what it looked like hard,
but even hanging it looked too big to fit inside something like Sally had, here in front of me.
Perhaps I had a lot more to learn.

“Go on” Sally urged, “taste me, like I tasted your cock; tell me what it`s like” and this did seem a
logical next step on my road of discovery, so I firstly went down close to this cut – did a doctor
do this to girls when they were babies, I wondered – and put my nose to it and sniffed.
This was like no food ever smelled; it certainly wasn`t like a dirty body smelled, or dirty socks;;
not even really like a flower, but a…perfume, a girl`s perfume, and it was wonderful to suck it
into my nose, and my cock gave another twitch, as now my face came closer, my eyes now
unable to focus, and my nose, then my mouth, touched her cunt for this very first time.
Sally gave a little jump under me, “go on, lick me” she urged, and I did, a little daub at first, then a
small lick, and I pulled my tongue into my mouth to taste her.
This wasn`t a taste like food either, not even my favourite strawberry ice-cream – so a girl has a
special perfume and a special taste, and I stored these newly-discovered facts away in my brain,
and put my mouth back to her, emboldened no monster had come out of her to whack me.

I put my tongue to the very top of her `slit` Sally told me to call it, `the slit of her cunt` she added,
breathing a little harder for some reason.
But it was hard to push my tongue down, so I nuzzled in and put my tongue right down between
her legs, staying away from her dirty bottom hole – yuk – but finding where her slit started down
there and, with my nose sort of opening her up first, I slid my tongue up her slit from bottom to
top.
Sally moaned, and I knew this meant it felt nice, so I did it again…and more.
After several swipes with my tongue, I found it getting wet with her juices, and this gave me even
more to taste, and my tongue worked faster to slurp it up and swallow it – like a melting ice-
cream which needs fast attention on a hot day.
Now I added `a girl`s juice`s special taste` to my growing list of new facts, and decided it was
equal to the honey a bee collected from the flowers it visited, and since a bee went to more than
one flower, I guessed my mouth could visit and drink from many cunts, and then I could
compare tastes and smells of them to Sally`s: my very first, and thus my own Special one.

Sally was moaning all the time now; “oh, that is wonderful, Stevie, don`t stop doing that”, and I
almost chuckled – because this was so much fun, I wasn`t going to stop, for sure!
The more I licked and sucked, the more to drink she gave me, but then I found something new:
inside her outer petals – that`s what I thought of them as – there were spongy inner petals, and I
paused just for a moment to raise my head and focus my eyes to see this new part of Sally`s
body, realising my fingers had tickled Ann`s the same last night.
But today, well, I knew so much more than last night, when I hadn`t known anything: I suddenly
felt as if I had jumped from 6y.o. to, maybe, 9 years old like Sally – so much had my brain
learned already!

Sally`s pulling hands took my mouth back, my tongue now deciding these inner - `lips` I decided
they were like, just up and down lips, to kiss and tongue like the ones on her face – were areas
holding new feels and tastes to check out.
Then I hit a bump, and Sally squealed and wriggled her body.
I jumped and once again leaned up, but had to use my fingers to pull apart her lips and find
whatever my tongue had bumped into.
It was a little stick, and my newly fact-filled brain decided this was the same as I had sucked on
Ann last night, and which had made her squeal and jump too.
Another `something special about girls` item found.

I nibbled on this stick with my teeth, gently holding it, while my mouth was pressing into her
unfurled petals, and there was more mystery to explore, as I felt she was sucking me into the
cavern like Ann had with my fingers, and now I found I could still breathe if my nose rubbed her
little stick, and let my tongue dive and delve and poke and prod into the tunnel – `the tunnel of
love` came into my head from somewhere.

Sally`s nails were almost scratching my ears and cheeks as she seemed to be getting more and
more excited under me.
Then her leg lifted and her knee prodded my groin and rubbed on my little cock, and I felt
dribbles of wetness from it get on that leg, and I suddenly realised something else new: I wasn`t
peeing, like in the toilet; these dribbles only happened when we were playing these fun games
and my cock got hard, and started bobbing and getting excited itself.
So, clearly, the wetness from me was something like the wetness from the girls, and, even
though Ann had told me last night I hadn`t peed in the bed, she didn`t explain further: now I
worked it out for myself, and decided I wasn`t sick after all.


I learned something else too: my mouth could keep working, even if my brain was thinking about
other things.
But it turned out to be good to get my brain back on Sally`s cunt, as just then she bucked under
my mouth and a whole mouthful of juices came bursting out of her and she squealed and
squeaked and pulled my hair – that hurt – but pushed my head in her at the same time, and lifted
her hips to almost smother my breathing, and she rocked and jumped and made loud noises and
gave me a drink of the sweetest nectar: better than any honey a bee could produce from diving
in these same flower petals.

Part 6

Sally pulled me up her body; even I knew my cock wanted to stop when it hit her cunt`s slit, but
she pulled my lighter, smaller, shorter body up higher, until her mouth could close over mine and
she fucked her tongue in me and held my chest against hers, and my cock was squashed
against her stomach.
She moaned into my mouth, trilling vibrations into my body, and when my cock moved a little in
her embrace, I felt the stickiness sliming her body from me.

Her lips unlocked and she groaned out, repeatedly “oh god, oh heavens…that was like nothing
else; that was Heaven, Stevie; that was an orgasm, I am sure – I will need to ask Annie – and I
never had one like that before, and Annie was right: you are a wonderful lover, Stevie!”

I could feel her little nipples pressing into me and, even though she had no tits like Ann, I wanted
to put my mouth on them and go to sleep, but Sally suddenly said, “We have to get up, Stevie; I
want to do more, but we have to do the washing before Nana gets home…come on, we have a
whole week to get to when we fuck…”

She tickled me off her and got up and began dressing, squealing as she realised she had to find
new panties, and she even threw me new underpants from my bag, cajoling me to get up!


We`d hung the washing out and were sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea – the country
beverage which even I was allowed to have – when Nana and Ann arrived home in a taxi,
loaded with shopping.
With everyone helping, Nana slumped into a chair and Sally poured her a cup of tea, while Ann
went to change from her dress - `too hot` she had said – and came back in shorts and a t-shirt.
Nana looked up at her and said “Ann, don`t you think it is time to wear a bra - when other people
are about” and even I saw her nod in my direction.
I looked at Ann now, and quickly saw what Nana meant: her breasts were quite large in her t-
shirt, and I could even see her nipples poking.
My cock began poking my underpants.

“Oh Nana, he`s only 6y.o. Stevie won`t even bother to notice anything! Besides, Nana, bras are
so uncomfortable!”
“Well, ask your Mother to buy better ones – ones that are comfortable, my girl.”
Nana decided she had said enough, looked at me looking at her – not at Ann – and went back to
refreshing herself with her tea.
Sally`s foot under the table played with mine, and I decided – there and then – underpants were
also uncomfortable, so I excused myself to the toilet and took mine off, shoving them in my
pocket, and went back to the kitchen with a happier little cock waving in its freedom.


Lunch was finished, and Sally and I washed the dishes, as Ann had said we would, while Nana
and Ann went out to check and re-arrange the clothes on the line.
Sally washed them and I dried and stacked the plates on the table – not tall enough to put them
up in the cupboards.
She took longer to wash each pot; I waited beside her and then rubbed my hand over her
nipples, side to side.
Sally squeaked and twisted her body, but her hands were in the water, one with the pot and one
with the Scotchbrite, and she couldn`t evade my dry hand.
“Will you get breasts and nipples like Ann soon, Sal?”
She settled down and seemed now not to mind my hand, even sighing at the same moment as I
felt her nipples harden into seed-sized; “I guess they will, but I don`t know when…maybe when I
am 11 or 12 like Annie.”
She smiled across and down to me; “You can check them every holiday, Steve, and tell me how
they are growing – and I will check your cock, and tell you the same” and she took a suds-laden
hand from the sink and clasped it around my hard cock, soaking my shorts!
“Where are your underpants” she laughed, as I ran from the kitchen up to our room and changed
shorts, stuffing my underpants in my bag, and draping my wet shorts behind the door, hanging
on the knob.
My cock was stiff and sticking out, and I measured it against my finger for size: is it bigger
today…it seems bigger today…it feels bigger today…why is it always hard now?
Questions to which I had yet to find the answers, and who could I even ask these questions of?


After lunch, we were allowed to watch TV, but there was limited choice, here in the countryside,
[remember: this is about a time long before cable and digital and wide-screen TVs, and even
home PCs and internet…] so we watched the News, which Nan liked, and then she promptly fell
asleep, even snoring in her chair, while Ann turned the volume down, changed the channel to a
movie, and we 3 all sat on the sofa.

It took, perhaps, 2 minutes, and then Ann`s hand was closing over my still-hard cock. She smiled
down at me “no underpants, Stevie; that was thoughtful of you.”
I was in the middle yet again, so I figured Ann was saying `let`s play` and I turned towards her,
and put my hand under her t-shirt and felt for her breasts.
Sally leaned across me and said “Annie, he gave me a volcano of an orgasm this morning!”
Ann stopped rubbing my cock to hiss “did you 2 fuck while I was away?”
Sally`s hair was brushing my face as she shook her head “no Annie, we didn`t get that far; he
just ate my cunt and I think I gave him more than a `cup of tea` to drink” and she put her mouth
to mine and hungrily kissed me for a long time.

When she pulled away, smiling, she said “but he also made me tired, so I am going to sleep like
Nana” and she turned away, curled up on her end of the sofa and closed her eyes.
I looked back at Ann.
She resumed rubbing my cock, but this time with her hand down inside my shorts.
I resumed rubbing her nipples in response, and they had grown while Sally was telling her what
happened, and they were now long and big pea-sized as I played with them in my fingers and
squashed her mounds of breasts funnily around her chest.

Ann motioned my head up to hers, but to do this I had to clamber across and up her body, until
my mouth could reach, and as we kissed, her breasts were pushing into me, and my cock was
already doing its dribbling act, down on her shorts.
My tongue went straight into her mouth, but she didn`t pull away, but rather played with my
tongue with hers, and it was `erotic` (a word I learned much later) and so exciting, and it made
my cock jigger and shake more than ever, and I had that feeling in my stomach of being sick
again.

Part 7

“Let`s go upstairs to bed…have an afternoon sleep, Stevie”, and she rolled me gently aside, but
took my hand in hers as she went to the TV and turned it off, turned and checked Nan and Sally
were asleep, and pushed me by my bottom in front of her and up the stairs, her fingers playing
with the crack of my bottom, and even under to that little bag I had down there, below my cock.

In the bedroom, she took her shorts and panties off, and I had my first view of the hair she had
growing around her cunt: it was just there, only there – no other hair on her chest or anywhere,
just around that secret place, hiding her slit, her cunt`s lips, and her hidden treasures beyond I
had yet to discover.

She left her t-shirt on, and walked to me, pulling my shorts down and giving my cock a kiss while
she lifted my legs, one at a time, and she put her shorts and mine under the pillows on the big
bed, smiled and called me over.
Since she had, I left my t-shirt on too, as she lifted the sheet and snuggled me under, but on top
of her body.


“I don`t want to wait, Stevie: put your cock in me” and she squirmed our bodies and positioned us
so my cock was in the hair of her groin, and then her hands were down there, pulling on my
cock, and I wriggled for her until she stopped me.
Then I felt her fingers opening her petals, her cunt`s lips, and then she put them against my
cock, and her hands went to my bottom and she pushed me – hard – against her as she raised
her hips and she stabbed my cock inside her body and pressed my bottom really hard to hold
me there.
“Oh god, our first fuck, Stevie” and she moved her body against me very, very slowly, and my
tiny cock was moved inside her cunt, around and in as far as its very short length could reach.


To be honest: I couldn`t feel very much at all.


My head was on her chest, so I lifted her t-shirt and put my head under it, and my mouth went
for her breasts: now I could feel the excitement and the fun of this new stage of our game!

Ann murmured “give it to me, Stevie” but I had no idea what she was talking about, so I just
sucked on her breast and used my tongue on her nipple: one side, then the other.
She moaned, so I thought I was doing something good!
I decided I loved sucking breasts, and carried on until I felt Ann`s thighs squeeze on me and she
began groaning loudly now, pushed really, really hard against my bottom, and when I felt my
cock getting soaked with her juices, my stomach tightened and clenched and I was certain I was
going to be sick, and my cock seemed to strain and strain…

…I thought it was going to burst, or blow off and into orbit, and it was hurting really bad!
Then my stomach heaved, and my cock heaved with it…2, 3 times…and I fell on her tit, as she
fell back flat on the bed, and breathed big sighs out and big breaths in.
I pulled my head out of her shirt, but laid it back on her tits, and she unclenched my bottom and
cuddled me to her, kissing my head and hair, and she was sobbing, I thought, so I lifted my head
up and a hand to her face and pulled her lips to mine and kissed her gently.
I didn`t have any idea why she was crying, but I cuddled her like a big brother might do, though I
doubted a big brother would have his cock inside his sister`s cunt, and she quieted, and we held
this embrace and went to sleep.

Epilogue:

It was Sally who climbed on the bed and woke us up.
“Annie, we have to go; Mum called and Dad will be here in a few minutes. Uncle Dave is sick, so
we are driving to his place to help out.”
She pulled the sheet down and saw us entwined; “What have you two done – have you been
fucking?”
A sudden memory of a movie I hadn`t been supposed to watch (but had) came to my mind, and
I smiled at her “A gentleman doesn`t talk about other women” and Ann laughed loudly, reaching
to cuddle me to her breasts again and kissing me hard and lovingly.
“Thank you, Stevie” she whispered; “You may not know exactly what we did, but it was beautiful,
and I will never forget it”.
“Me too” I answered, but only because they seemed nice words to say – but I had no idea what
she was talking about, not really.


5 minutes packing and straightening the bed, while I put my underpants and shorts back on,
even my cock going soft, and they were heading out the door, me trailing as Sally hissed at Ann
“what did you do” but Ann kept on walking ahead.
Sally stopped on a step and turned to me, “next holidays, you and I fuck, Stevie!”


I couldn`t wait….


The End….