Early Years Education

A young boy is introduced to the joys of sex.

Author’s note.

I apologise to prospective readers because this is such a long read. I did think of breaking it into two parts but I couldn’t decide where to break it so decided to go ahead and publish it as it stands. It is a mixture of fact and fiction. The vast majority of the things described actually happened though I have added a couple of things to, hopefully, enhance the narrative. All names have been changed and you will note that the boy’s name is not given – that person is me. I think the ages stated for the boy and girl are accurate but, at this remove, I cannot be certain. I seem to remember it all happening whilst we were still at primary school but I could be mistaken. So, perhaps, we might have been a year older.

We were left on our own a lot, Janey and I, when we were kids. My mum and dad both worked full time and when my nan passed away, she used to live with us and look after me during the school holidays, things changed and so my mum arranged for me to spend the days with a friend of hers who had agreed, for a fee I suppose, to look after me during the day. I called her auntie June but she wasn’t my auntie really.

Auntie June was a single parent, I have no idea of the circumstances of why she was on her own, and she had a daughter, Janey, who was the same age as me – in fact we were in the same class at primary school. At first I wasn’t too happy about the new arrangements but I soon learned that girls weren’t just remote creatures who huddled in the corner of the playground chatting endlessly at playtime. When it was just Janey and me we had some fun together and it was actually ok. Better than ok in the end.

Auntie June was a small woman, I guess nowadays she be described as petite, with shortish blonde hair and she was very easygoing and friendly. The thing was she seemed to have something going on in her life because some days she would tell Janey and me, “I’ve got to nip out for a bit – not very long – but you two’ll be ok on your own for a little while won’t you?”

I never knew where it was that she disappeared to or why but Janey seemed used to it and I wasn’t about to complain. Anyway, what could we say really except “Yes ok.” So that’s what happened ‘auntie June’ disappeared, often for quite a few hours, and Janey and I had to amuse ourselves.

We were both ten years old at that time and whilst Janey was, or so I thought to begin with anyway, just a little girl I was just a typical boy in many ways but I was, unusually I now realise, sexually advanced and very curious. Janey was a pretty girl, well in my eyes anyway, and she was slim and had nice legs. At school my friend Jamie and I used to spend a fair bit of time doing our best to look up the older girl’s skirts, or up our class teacher, Miss Jenkins’ skirt, whenever we could. Seeing Miss Jenkins’ knickers was the best I thought because the lovely bulge between her thighs made me really excited. I’d been getting hard-ons whenever I got a glimpse of a girls knickers, or even just thought about what was up a girl’s skirt, for a couple of years or so and I had been indulging in the pleasure of wanking for about a year.

I spent many happy moments alone in bed at night imagining myself taking Miss Jenkins’ knickers down and then exploring between her legs. I couldn’t actually cum then – well I suppose technically I could but what I mean is that I didn’t ejaculate. I was definitely able to give myself some lovely feelings though and the thought of seeing what was inside Miss jenkins’ knickers was the subject of many of my most engaging fantasies. Anyway I soon came to realise that Janey was quite a good girl to be friends with because she was very careless when she was sitting down and I got loads of really good, long looks up her skirt to her knickers on most of the days when we were together.

During the weeks that I spent being ‘looked after’ by auntie June I also discovered the delights of women’s and girl’s worn knickers. I know some people might want to refer to them as ‘dirty knickers’ but that makes them sound nasty in some way and there is absolutely nothing nasty about a pair of knickers that a woman or girl has just worn for a day. Anyway I did not set out to look for auntie June’s or Janey’s knickers – it just happened by chance really. Sometimes, when Janey was busy playing at something or other on her own, I’d get bored and would go off round the house having a bit of a nosey. Most times I just poked my nose in where it shouldn’t really have been poked but to no great effect. But, and there always seems to be a ‘but’ somewhere in life it seems to me, there are times when something happens that does change things. The ‘but’ in this story is that on one such nosey round I happened to lift the lid off of auntie June’s laundry basket and inside, right on the top of all the worn clothes awaiting laundry, was a small pair of knickers.

It was a pair of Janey’s worn knickers to be more precise. Now as I’ve mentioned previously my schoolfriend Jamie and I liked to look at girls knickers under their skirts as often as we could; but I’d never even thought about them as just what they were: an item of clothing. For me they had always been something that covered a girl’s privates underneath her skirt. Seeing Janey’s knickers like that, just left in the laundry basket waiting to be washed, was a bit of a ‘light-bulb’ moment for me. I just stood there looking at them for several seconds with all sorts of thoughts going through my young head. But the dominant thought was that those knickers laying there in the laundry basket had, presumably yesterday, been on Janey’s body, with a small part of them snugly pressed against her privates all day long.

In the end I picked them up and looked at them. They were soft in my hands and just holding them got me a bit excited. I lifted them up to my nose and smelled them and they just smelled of the soap they had been previously washed in. But they were Janey’s knickers; she had been wearing them yesterday and now I was holding them in my hands. I felt myself getting hard with excitement but seemingly for no discernible reason. I held them by the narrow bits that sat on Janey’s hips and gave them a shake to open them out which meant that then I was able to look straight into the part of her knickers which covered her privates.

I was looking at the thin strip of material which touched Janey’s privates. I reached into her knickers with my left hand and softly cupped my hand under that narrow strip of material and lifted it up which effectively meant that I turned Janey’s knickers inside out. It was then that I noticed some pale yellowy-white stains on that narrow strip of material. I may only have been a young lad but I knew that those stains had to have been left there by Janey’s privates and that thought excited me. It excited me a lot. I was fully hard by now and was rubbing myself through my jeans with my right hand.

I can still, all these years later, clearly remember standing there in that bathroom with Janey’s knickers in my hands and being tempted by the thought running through my head that I should have a smell of those naughtily exciting pale stains. I hesitated because I think that some part of me realised that to put into action the thoughts in my head was probably wrong. But, in the end, that realisation did not stop me from putting those thoughts into action. When I slowly brought that strip of lightly soiled material up to my nose and then inhaled deeply I found out that those stains smelled faintly of Janey’s wee. Far from being put off by that smell in actual fact I was very excited by it; I loved the smell of Janey’s dried wee very much. So much so that I locked the bathroom door and then masturbated with the soiled part of Janey’s knickers pressed to my nose. It was a really good wank and the special feeling I had, which was the name I had given to what I would soon find out was called orgasm or cumming, was really very nice.

It soon reached the point that I was completely unable to resist the temptation to masturbate over Janey’s knickers whenever I was at auntie June’s house and was bitterly disappointed on the few days when I found the laundry basket empty. As time went on I became even more adventurous and began to lick the stains in Janey’s knickers as well as smelling them and found that that was even more exciting. The taste was sort of bitter and a bit tangy and kind of fizzy on my tongue and I was totally hooked from the very first time I sampled it. I also developed a very strong desire to watch Janey have a wee. I longed to kneel in front of her as she sat on the toilet with her knickers round her ankles and with her legs open wide so that I could see the stream of her pee come out from between her lovely plump lips and splatter against the front of the toilet bowl. There were other desires I had about Janey peeing which I didn’t understand and tried hard to banish from my mind but they remained with me nonetheless. They were very naughty thoughts which involved Janey weeing somewhere or I should say into somewhere where a little girl should not be weeing.

I should explain that none of these things happened all at once; they happened over a period of weeks and, when the school holidays ended and I only saw Janey at school, well, life just went on – I kind of forgot about, or at least put to the back of my mind, what had happened at her house… until the next school holiday came around. But as soon as I walked back into auntie June’s house I remembered the laundry basket and I was filled once more with the desire to have Janey’s worn knickers pressed against my mouth and nose and to be wanking myself off to the smell and taste her privates had left behind on the material.

After a while things changed again because I had for a little while been thinking about auntie June in a more sexual way and, looking back, I don’t know why it had taken me so long to realise the opportunities which my situation presented to me. In much the same way I had previously thought about my teacher Miss Jenkins I began to fantasise about auntie June. And then one morning when I went to the laundry basket it wasn’t a pair of Janey’s knickers that I looked for but, instead, a pair of auntie June’s. I got a hard-on just rummaging through the tangled laundry looking for auntie June’s knickers. When I found a pair, creamy-white and very silky feeling, they were, of course, much bigger than Janey’s but much skimpier as well. They had lacy, almost see-through, parts and I imagined how nice it would be to see them when auntie June was wearing them.

But it was the stains in them that were most exciting. They were darker in colour and smelled even more strongly than the ones in Janey’s knickers. I could still smell wee but there was something else as well – a muskier, more animal smell – which I liked even more. I closed my eyes and inhaled lungful after lungful of the strong, exciting scent of auntie June’s privates. I got my cock out as I was smelling those knickers and began to masturbate imagining in my mind’s eye that I was kneeling in front of auntie June as I slowly pulled her knickers down. Then I was looking at her pubic hair and at her privates nestling amongst the tangled curls. Leaning forward I imagined inhaling the scent directly from between her legs and then, reaching forward with my tongue, I imagined myself licking her. As I imagined doing that I actually licked the stains in auntie June’s knickers and the strong, tangy bitterness exploded on my taste buds and I came almost immediately, shuddering with the intensity of my climax and groaning with the huge pleasure I felt.

By the time that both Janey and I had turned eleven years old. I had been lucky enough to have seen a few pictures from ‘girlie mags’ of young women with their legs open for the camera and had thereby learned that girls have a special hole between their legs which was called their vaginal opening but was more often referred to as their pussy or their cunt. I had also learned that the word ‘cunt’ was a bad word to use openly but I liked the way it sounded in my head. Anyway pussy and cunt were the words I used most often when I was fantasising about Miss Jenkins, auntie June or Janey late at night. I had convinced myself that the different, muskier, smell in auntie June’s knickers came from her pussy. I had also found out that men wanted to put their hard-on up into a girl’s cunt and that when you did this to a girl it was called ‘fucking’ her.

Once I had discovered all this new information then all my fantasies when I was smelling, and licking, the stains in auntie June’s or Janey’s knickers were of me fucking whoever’s knickers it I was that I smelling at the time. I had also learned that my ‘special feeling’ was actually called ‘cumming’ or having an orgasm (which seemed to be a funny word to me) and I became totally fixated on the idea that I wanted to fuck auntie June’s pussy so that I could cum in there. I kind of knew that that was, most likely, never going to happen but I gradually convinced myself of the possibility that I might be able to talk Janey into letting me fuck her if I was lucky and went about it in the right way.

So, one morning when Janey and I had been left to our own devices by auntie June and we were sitting opposite one another, cross-legged, on the floor in the kitchen playing some game or other. I was getting a proper hard-on looking up Janey’s skirt to where her pink knickers were stretched tight between the tops of her thighs. So I plucked up my courage and just asked her, very politely, if she would let me see her privates.

“What?” she said sort of laughing a bit and looking at me as if I’d gone mad. “What did you say?”

“I just asked if I could see your privates. I’d really like to see them.” There was a moment or two of slightly uncomfortable silence during which Janey looked at me intently; as if she were sizing me up or wondering exactly what to make of my request. But then she simply asked me a very straightforward question.

“Why do you want to see my privates?”

“Because you’re a girl and I’m a boy and boys like to look at girl’s privates.”

“You just want to look, right? You don’t want to touch them or do anything else?” That set me a bit of a puzzle really because I didn’t want to say that I didn’t want to touch her privates – because obviously touching her privates would be even better than just looking – but I didn’t want to ask for too much in case she got nervous and I ended up with nothing. So I kind of tried to cover both bases.

“Well, touching them would be even better than just looking – obviously. But just a look to begin with would be really nice.” Without any further conversation Janey pulled the front of her skirt up to her waist, opened her legs and then bent her legs at the knees by sliding her feet up towards her bottom. Then used the fingers of her left hand to pull the narrow part of her knickers between her legs to one side exposing her private parts to me.

“Wow!” I said intelligently. And then after a short pause, “Janey that is just so lovely… I really mean that.” I was completely unable to tear my eyes away from the plump pink lips between her legs and the enticing slit which they created where they met. I was, understandably, very keen to have a feel of her as well but I kept my hands to myself and just continued to feast my eyes on her exposed vulva. I wondered whether her private parts would smell as nice as her knickers did and whether she might, one day, allow me to lick them like I licked the stains in her knickers. Needless to say I had a big, strong hard-on in my trousers and was very much in need of a wank as I continued to ogle her.

After what seemed an eternity but was probably about a minute or two at the most I slid my gaze up to Janey’s face and found her to be examining me with an almost triumphant look on her face. “It’s lovely,” I repeated, “But, actually, I would really like to touch you as well. It’s just so… exciting.”

“Boys are funny,” she said with a little giggle. And then she did something that nearly made me die on the spot. She used the index and middle fingers of her right hand to open the lips of her slit so that I was able to see everything that was normally hidden between them. Near the bottom of her slit was the dusky-pink opening to a hole – her little pussy I guessed – and, just above that was a tiny little dot of an opening which I assumed was her wee-wee hole. Just a little way above her wee-wee hole there was a little peak of skin with some small, thin lips emerging from it which formed little raised lines which ran down on either side of her holes. It was all a lovely pink colour and the phrase which even then sprang to my mind was: ‘that it all looked good enough to eat’ – which is quite mind-boggling when you think about it. Instinct is a powerful thing I guess.

“You can touch it if you want,” said Janey in a small voice. Then she touched the little peak of skin I had noticed and said, “If you touch me here this is the nicest for me. But you can touch me anywhere you like… You have to be gentle though.” I was suddenly shy… no, not really shy but, well, a bit nervous about touching her somewhere so private. I wanted to do it but I didn’t exactly know what to do and I certainly didn’t want to do it in the wrong way. I don’t really know what made me hesitate but I felt for a moment or two as if I was paralysed with a kind of fear. I was looking from her face to her privates; my eyes flicking from one to the other as I hesitated. “You’ll like doing it,” Janey said. “Its ok, honest. If you touch me here and I like it,” she said rubbing the little peak of pale-pink skin, “I’ll more than likely let you do it again sometime.”

I scooched closer until I was sitting right in front of her so that her privates were mere inches from where my hands were resting in my lap. In the morning sunlight I could see the tiny, blond hairs which were growing on the rounded part of her body just above where her slit finished at its top end. I slowly reached forward with my right hand, eyes glued to the loveliness between her opened lips, until I gently touched the flesh between those lips. I touched her right on the dusky-pinkness which I thought was the opening to her pussy. I was completely unprepared for just how soft it felt beneath my fingertips. I rubbed my finger around in tiny circles as softly as I could – barely touching her really – absolutely loving what I was doing without really understanding the significance of it.

My finger was dry and her privates were dry so it was not easy to caress her without the friction between our skins causing drag. Without any conscious thought I took my hand away from her little hole and licked the tips of my fingers and quickly returned them to where they had been and found that the lubrication of my saliva made it possible to glide the tips of my fingers over the soft, pink hole and the flesh around it much more easily. I looked up at her face as I explored the entrance to her hole. My mouth was suddenly dry and I wasn’t sure if I could speak properly but I asked “Is that nice?” and Janey nodded. I was still looking up at her face when I felt her hand close softly around my finger and move it up her slit until, when I looked down again, I could see that she had moved it up on to the little peak of flesh. “Touch me there please. It’s nicer there… for me.”

I explored the little ear of oh-so-soft flesh Janey had guided my fingers onto and, after a little while, began to move my fingertips from side to side over it but found that my fingers having dried off were not moving easily. I sucked some saliva into my dry mouth and then I licked my fingertips again making sure that I got quite a bit of saliva onto them. Then I set about rubbing that soft little peak of flesh with some sort of purpose. Whilst I was busy I found myself wondering if perhaps rubbing the little peak between the lips of Janey’s privates might be a way of giving her a special feeling like when I wanked myself and made myself cum.

After a little while Janey moved her hand on top of mine and, pushing down on my fingertips she moved them around and around over the little peak of flesh in a more circular motion. “Rub me like that… Oh yes, that’s really nice.” I looked up at her face and found that she had closed her eyes. The look on her face was as if she was concentrating on something. After a few moments she took her hand away from mine and left me to get on with it.

I found that if I closed my eyes it made it easier for me to concentrate as well and, when I focused all of my attention on to what my fingertips were feeling, I became aware that I could feel a sort of firmer, but slippery, rounded little hump beneath the peak of more mobile, almost elastic-feeling, flesh that was visible. Somehow I sensed that it was the pressure and motion of my fingertips pushing the little ear of flesh over and around onto what was underneath it that was making Janey feel nice. When I opened my eyes and looked at her privates again I noticed a change: it looked as if Janey’s pussy was getting wet because the entrance to it was sort of glistening a bit. I closed my eyes again and continued what I was doing even though my fingers and my wrist were starting to get tired.

Not very long later though I heard Janey make a sort of humming sound and when I quickly opened my eyes and looked at her face I saw her nostrils flare open and then she gave a couple of big shudders with her whole body. Then she grabbed my hand again but this time to stop me doing what I had been doing. “No more,” she said quickly. “That was lovely… but no more please.” I knew that without any doubt Janey had had a special feeling; I had made her cum and I was thrilled and very excited at what had happened.

I reluctantly took my hand away from her privates and without thinking gave my cock a rub through my trousers. I had a really strong hard-on and was really very desperate to have a wank. I felt so excited that I thought I might cum without really having to do anything. I looked up at Janey’s face and she smiled at me. “That was really nice,” she said. Then she looked down at the quite obvious tent in my trousers where my hand was busy rubbing my cock. “Do you make yourself cum, you know have nice shuddery feelings sometimes?” I nodded my head. “Would you like me to stroke your cock and help you do that?” Now that question did surprise me. I would never have imagined that Janey knew anything about how to help boy’s cum. Then I began to wonder how on earth she could have found out about a thing like that.

“Are you sure about this Janey?” I said quietly as I knelt up in front of her and began to unfasten my trousers. She nodded with some enthusiasm so I undid the fly zip, reached into my pants and pulled my erect cock out. I was quite proud of my cock really. It was about four inches long with a slightly upward curve and, when I pulled my foreskin back, the swollen end bit was, I thought, a nice shape.

“He’s nice,” said Janey appreciatively and she reached forward and stroked the underside of my cock with her fingertips. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. It was nice when I touched myself but when Janey touched me it was quite incredible. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the lovely sensations her touch was giving me. I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to cum and when Janey’s fingers suddenly stopped what they were doing I opened my eyes in dismay. But Janey had stopped touching me to kneel up and was in the process of crawling around behind me. “This makes it easier for me to do,” she whispered into my ear and, when she was kneeling up close behind me, she reached around and softly closed her hand around my cock and began to wank me.

“I’ll bet that this feels nice doesn’t it?” Janey murmured in my ear. I could barely breathe let alone speak because of the lovely feelings that were coursing through my young body. Swallowing hard in an attempt to get some saliva into my mouth I took a deep, shuddery breath.

“A lot better than nice Janey,” I croaked. “A lot, lot better.” My mind was racing with a jumble of thoughts and images. I was still seeing Janey’s lovely privates; reliving the moment when she opened her lips and showed me everything between them. I was also remembering the smell from her knickers and the taste. Then, and this was the thing that tipped me over the edge, I imagined myself putting my hard cock up into the small, shadowy, pink hole at the bottom end of Janey’s lovely slit. I had absolutely no idea what it would feel like to do that but the thought of me fucking her lovely little pussy was just too exciting for me to contain myself any longer and I groaned with pleasure as I felt myself beginning to cum.

Then something happened that had never happened before: when I flexed my cock with the pleasure of what I was feeling I felt something sort of pulse up the length of it and then spurt out from its tip. It wasn’t much in terms of volume but it felt completely awesome… and then it happened again; another little spurt of white liquid. I had cum properly for the first time; I had actually ejaculated and Janey had made it happen.

“Oh Janey you made me cum properly.” I said when I had recovered my composure enough to speak. “That’s never happened before and it makes cumming feel way better.”

The fact that we were just two children experimenting with things which I thought we didn’t really understand made what we did ok as far as I was, and am, concerned. But in the aftermath of that very enjoyable episode there was a question which just kept going around in my head which I could not answer and it was this: How did Janey know so much about sex; both about where she liked to be touched and about the techniques required to wank a boy off? I could, in a simple, childish way understand how and why she might know about what made her feel nice. After all, I reasoned, I knew what I liked and how to touch myself to best effect. What I could not come to terms with was the fact that she knew how to wank me off. A couple of days later I got the answer to my question. Straight, as it were, from the horse’s mouth.

I was round at Janey’s house again and, of course, auntie June had gone out and left us on our own. I had been up to the bathroom and had spent a happy few minutes with a pair of auntie June’s knickers pressed to my nose playing with myself. I hadn’t had a wank though because, although I was feeling really horny, I wanted to save myself for later when, hopefully, I might get my hand inside Janey’s knickers to have a nice feel of her privates. I wanted to make her pussy get wet and then for her to cum. Then I wanted her to wank me off so that I could cum too.

When I got back downstairs Janey suggested we play a little game together. Sort of like a ‘mums and dads’ kind of thing where she would play the mum and I would be the dad who had just come home from work and, in Janey’s words, ‘fancied a bit of hanky-panky’. “I’ll be at the sink doing some washing up and you just come in and then do whatever you like.” She was wearing a skirt and tee-shirt and her legs were looking really nice so I was ok with the plan she had outlined. I went out of the kitchen and Janey stood at the sink pretending to be busy.

I walked back into the kitchen and walked straight up behind Janey and put my arms round her from behind and nuzzled her neck a bit. Janey giggled and told me to ‘Get off’ but only playfully. Doing the exact opposite I put both hands up her skirt and stroked her legs a bit and then had a lovely exploratory feel between her legs. Christ almighty did I get hard fast! Janey felt absolutely lovely as I stroked and explored her through her thin cotton knickers and I soon began to rub her where she liked it best.

After a few moments of feeling her I decided I was going to risk trying to get her knickers down so that I could touch her properly – I wanted to feel again the silky-softness between the lips of her privates. I slipped the thumbs of both hands under the elastic waistband of her knickers and then pushed them down. Once I got them down to her knees they just fell the rest of the way down onto the floor. I lifted the hem of her skirt up to her waist with my left hand and slipped the index finger of my right hand in between the wonderfully soft lips of her slit and found the little peak of flesh I knew that she would want me to touch.

And touch her I did, and to good effect. Janey must’ve been really horny as well because in next to no time she was giving a long sigh of pleasure and shuddering as she came. I moved my fingertips off of her special spot and slid them down the length of her slit and found her pussy which was nice and slippery-wet. I stroked and caressed over and around that lovely little hole for a bit and then, just because it seemed like something I really ought to do, I pushed a finger up into her and had a feel of the inside of her hole. It was lovely: really soft and very wet and it felt kind of textured in a way. Touching Janey like that, up inside her cunt, made me really, really excited. My cock was so hard it was almost hurting me.

I took my finger out of Janey’s hole and she turned round and unfastened my trousers and got my cock out. “Yours is smaller than Dave’s,” she said. “But it’s a nice shape though. And you are really hard today!”

‘Dave?’ I thought to myself, immediately feeling jealous of this ‘Dave’. Then I said, “Who the heck is Dave when he’s at home, and how come you’ve seen his cock?” Janey softly stroked my cock which certainly stopped me talking.

“Shall I do this first?” asked Janey with a little smile, “And then we can talk after. Or shall we talk first and do this later?” She had by then closed her fist softly around the shaft of my cock and was slowly moving it back and forth.

“Talk later,” I murmured quickly and Janey moved around so that she was sort of beside and a little bit behind me and then began to fondle my balls with her left hand as she wanked my cock with her right hand. I closed my eyes and remembered the feel of the inside of Janey’s special hole and the smell and taste of auntie June’s knickers and all too soon I was moaning with pleasure as I felt my cum spurting out of my cock. Janey’s small fist kept sliding back and forth along my cock and I just wanted to keep on cumming; it just felt so good.

When I was finally finished Janey moved away from me and pulled her knickers up and I put my cock away. Then we cleaned up – it was lucky that auntie June had lino on the kitchen floor because it made cleaning up my cum easy – and after that I turned to Janey and said, “Ok Janey, so who is Dave and how come you’ve seen his cock?” Janey just looked at me for a moment or two obviously thinking about something. Then she seemed to make up her mind.

“He’s mum’s boyfriend and he likes to play with me when mum’s not here. He shows me his cock – and lets me touch it and stuff – and in return I let him take my knickers down and play with me. He gives me nice feelings, like you do, when he rubs me down there. He licks me as well and that’s really nice. I know it probably sounds dirty but its not, Dave says he really likes the taste of me down there but he says I shouldn’t tell anyone about it though so… like, you won’t tell him I’ve said anything will you?” I sensed an opportunity when Janey said those things about her mum’s boyfriend. Like, for instance, maybe I could get her to let me watch her have a wee or, even better, let me have a lick of her privates perhaps or maybe even fuck her if I promised not to tell on her.

“I won’t tell on you Janey, honest. What sort of stuff does this Dave do with you when your mum’s not here? I mean you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to ‘cause I know it’s none of my business. But, like, I’m just curious is all.” Desperate to hear all the juicy details would have been much closer to the truth!

“No I don’t mind telling you,” Janey said quickly. “He does all sorts of things and he’s taught me lots too. He always gives me a nice feeling – makes me cum I ought to say – and then he likes to wank himself for a little while looking at my privates before he pushes his cock up into my hole and does me.”

“Dave fucks you Janey?” I blurted out. “I mean, you know, he actually puts his cock up into your hole and does it with you?” She nodded. “Doesn’t it hurt or anything?”

“It did the first time. It was really sore. I cried a bit. But it got better after a few days and now I like it when he does it and he likes it too – lots. He really likes it when he shoots his stuff up inside me. He tells me he loves me when he does that. I can actually feel him like, you know, kind of throbbing inside me as he shoots his stuff. He goes on and on shooting loads of it right up inside and then when he takes his cock out of me all the white stuff runs out of me again.”

I could feel myself getting hard again as Janey was talking and I realised, with a stab of guilt, that I was excited at the idea of Janey getting fucked by Dave. I was also excited at the thought that perhaps I could somehow get to watch as Dave fucked her and see just how he did it and how much he enjoyed the moment when he spurted his cum up inside her hole. I also wanted to experience that feeling myself; just the thought of my cock being up inside Janey’s lovely little pussy brought me almost to the point of cumming again and I had to banish the thoughts quickly to avoid that particular embarrassment.

Janey and I continued to play our little games together over the coming days but I never had the courage to ask her if I could fuck her. I just enjoyed exploring between her legs and feeling inside her hole with my fingers and making her cum. And, of course, I enjoyed Janey wanking me off and one time she actually let me shoot my cum all over her privates while she held herself open for me. That was really special and it was the closest I had been to actually getting my cum inside her hole.

The moment when things completely changed was during the summer holidays that year. I was going round to auntie June’s most days but there came a day when mum asked me if I’d mind staying the night at auntie June’s because she and dad were going out to a party and would not be back until very late. I didn’t mind and nor did auntie June so that was what happened. I had hoped that I might have to sleep in Janey’s room or something but that was not the case. I got to sleep in the small spare room but anyway that is almost beside the point really.

First of all I found out that auntie June worked at a local pub most evenings so Dave was in charge of looking after Janey and me. I could tell that my being there was annoying Dave and I guessed that it was because it meant that he couldn’t just do what he wanted with Janey – that is to say he couldn’t fuck her. At about half past eight I said I was going up to my room to read and then go to bed and all of a sudden Dave looked happy for the first time that evening. I had no intention of going to bed. In fact I was hoping to be able to spy on Dave and Janey and maybe even have a wank as I watched Dave fucking her which was what I was sure would happen when I’d left the room.

Once upstairs I quickly got into my pyjamas and nipped along to the bathroom to clean my teeth. As I came back out onto the landing I could hear Dave and Janey talking and then it went quiet so I crept along the landing to the top of the stairs and then stood still and listened carefully. I heard Dave’s voice – he was obviously talking fairly quietly but it sounded like perhaps the door was open because I heard him say, “You like that feeling don’t you Janey love?” Janey said something but I couldn’t hear what she said. I began to creep slowly down the stairs. There were no lights on in the hallway or on the landing and even though it was summer there was not much light to see by but at least I felt a bit of security because I was hidden in the gloom.

When I was halfway down the stairs I found that I could see into the lounge through the half open door. I could see Dave kneeling on the floor in front of one of the armchairs and I could see that he was holding Janey legs up and open wide. I couldn’t see Janey’s body or head – they were hidden below the level of the chair’s arms. Dave was bent forward, obviously licking Janey’s privates and I could hear her giving little moans of pleasure now and then.

I put my hand down my pyjama bottoms and began to play with my cock as I watched. Janey was sighing and moaning more and more and Dave was licking her faster and faster and then suddenly Janey cried out and I knew she was cumming because of what Dave was doing to her. Then he pulled his head away from between her legs and said, “I’m going to fuck you now Janey. Going to fuck your tight little hole until I fill you up with my cum. Christ but I do love your lovely little pussy! Kneel up for me sweetie like I’ve shown you how to.”

Dave stood up and pushed his trousers and pants down and his hard-on sprang up in front of him. He stroked his cock briefly as Janey turned herself over and knelt on the chair in front of him with her bottom up in the air and her body sloping downwards. Then Dave stepped forward and guided his cock in between her legs from behind and sort of moved it around until he was happy with its position. Then with his hands resting on her lower back he thrust his hips forward and gasped in pleasure as he slowly pushed the first three or four inches of his cock up inside Janey’s hole. “Christ that feels good my girl,” he said. After a few moments inside Janey he used his thumbs to pull open the cheeks of Janey’s bottom. Then he licked his right thumb and, as he slowly began to fuck the little girl kneeling in front of him, I watched him push his thumb into her bottom.

I got my cock out and wrapped my hankie around the end and began to wank myself off as I watched what was taking place in the lounge. I could hear Janey softly moaning as Dave’s cock was sliding in and out of her pussy as well as the grunts and groans of delight he uttered as he expressed the pleasure he felt as he was fucking her. “I love your cunt so much Janey my sweet,” he said as he thrust in and out of her. After a couple of minutes of slow, rhythmic fucking Dave suddenly started to fuck Janey much more quickly. “Oh sweetie I’m gonna fill your little pussy up soon… It won’t be long now… Oh Christ here it comes… ” After a few very rapid thrusts in and out of Janey’s hole Dave held himself motionless with his erection partly buried deep inside her. He threw his head back and I could see the bit of his cock not inside Janey flex massively. “Ahhhhhh… Jesus fucking Christ Janey… ” he said and then he grunted and grunted as his cock pulsed and flexed as he spurted his cum up inside her. As I watched Dave’s pleasure overwhelm him I experienced the pleasure of my orgasm as well and I had to be very careful so as not to cry out with the incredible sensations I felt as I spurted cum into my hankie.

After a moment or two I watched Dave pull his cock out of Janey’s special hole and his thumb out of her bottom and then he knelt down behind her and stared at her privates. “Here it comes sweetie… All my lovely thick cum running out of your gorgeous little hole. I love seeing that Janey my sweet – my cum in your pussy.” While he was busy staring at Janey’s hole I crept back up the stairs and along the landing into my bedroom.

Once I was in bed I relived in my mind what I had witnessed. I had just watched Janey being fucked and I had really enjoyed it but now, more than anything in the world, I wanted to fuck Janey myself. I wanted to know how it felt to have my hard cock sliding in and out of that soft, wet hole and, more excitingly still, I wanted to experience the feeling of cumming with my cock pushed up inside Janey.

I had hoped to stay awake until Janey came upstairs to bed but, for some reason or other, I must have drifted off to sleep quite quickly because the next thing I knew it was morning and I could hear noises coming from downstairs. I got up, went to the loo for a pee and had a quick wash then dressed and went downstairs. Auntie June was sitting at the kitchen table with Janey who was eating a slice of toast. “Morning young man,” she said with a smile, “Sleep well?”

“Yes thanks, I did.” I yawned as I sat down beside Janey.

“Help yourself to cornflakes. Would you like some toast?”

“Uh… No thanks, I think cornflakes will do me.”

“Orange juice? Or milk?”

“Yeah, orange juice would be great thanks.” And so breakfast passed amicably enough and then Janey who was dressed in her pyjama shirt and shorts went upstairs to get washed and changed. When she came down again we sat at the table and nattered about not very much as auntie June cleared up the breakfast things. She was wearing quite a quite short skirt and a tee-shirt and, sort of for the first time, I noticed just how nice her legs were. In fact I found myself watching her as she went about her jobs hoping that I might get a sneaky glimpse up her skirt. I had smelled her knickers and tasted them but I really liked the idea of seeing them when they were filled with her privates.

Luckily enough there came a moment when auntie June squatted down to look for something in the under-sink cupboard and her skirt rode a long way up along her thighs giving me a much better view of her legs and then she swiveled around with a bottle of something or other in her hands and paused for a few seconds reading the label. In those few seconds as she was motionless in front of me, barely six feet away, with her legs slightly parted and I was treated to a lovely view up her skirt to where her pale coloured knickers bulged between her legs. I could even see a few stray hairs to either side of the material of her knickers between her legs and a slightly darker, possibly damp, patch low down between her legs. I got an instant hard-on but when I looked up from the view between auntie June’s legs to her face I found her looking straight at me with a small smile and a knowing look on her face. I quickly looked away embarrassed but still couldn’t resist one more sneaky look up her skirt before she moved.

“Janey sweetheart have you remembered you’re going to play with Angela this morning?”

“Oh Mum,” said Janey, “Can’t I not go please?” It was clear Janey did not want to go out and I was dismayed at the prospect as well. I had hoped that, if auntie June went out as usual, I might get the chance to fuck her during that morning.

“No Janey love, we can’t cancel now.” Auntie June looked up at the clock. “Her mum will be here in ten minutes to pick you up. It’s only till lunchtime.. we’ll be fine here won’t we?” As she said this auntie June looked at me with her eyebrows raised and a smile on her lips.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I replied as cheerfully as I could although inside I was disappointed at the prospect of a morning without Janey.

And so it was that about fifteen minutes later the front door closed behind Janey and then auntie June and I were on our own. She didn’t beat about the bush. “Right then young man,” she said briskly. “I think you and I should have a little chat.” Her tone immediately set alarm bells ringing in my head and I was racking my brains trying to think what she might want to talk about. I couldn’t believe she knew about what Janey and I had been getting up to… But, I asked myself, what else was there?

She ushered me back into the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table and indicated that I should sit down as well. “Nothing for you to worry about so you needn’t look so panic stricken,” she smiled to reassure me and then continued, “But I do know about what you and Janey have been getting up to. I can’t tell you how I know but I can tell you that Janey hasn’t grassed you up or anything like that.” I must have looked dumbstruck because she went on, “If you doubt what I know then try this for size: You played a game of mum’s and dad’s with Janey. She stood at the sink and you went out of the kitchen and then came back in and went up behind her and gave her a cuddle and then put your hands up her skirt. After a little while during which time you obviously had a feel of her privates you took her knickers down and then lifted the front of her skirt up and masturbated her until she came. Then she got your cock out – lovely cock by the way – stood beside you and wanked you off until you shot your cum all over my kitchen floor.”

“But… How… I mean yes… Sorry, Uh… I don’t know what to say. I mean how do you know?”

“Like I said, I can’t explain how I know but it is enough for you to realise that I do know. I’m not angry or anything.” That was a huge relief to me I can tell you. I had been in a growing state of panic as she recounted yesterday morning’s events to me. I thought I was in for a good hiding. But the embarrassment was not over for me. “I also know that you rather like to smell my knickers and to have a wank as you do so. That’s right isn’t it?” I nodded, my misery complete. For heaven’s sake, I thought, auntie June knows that I wank over her knickers – it simply couldn’t get any worse. “Come with me young man.” Auntie June stood up and took my hand and led me out of the kitchen along the hallway and up the stairs. The she led me along the landing to her bedroom and took me into that room. She closed the door behind us and stood facing me.

“Cheer up,” she said brightly, “It’s not the end of the world. In fact, if you’re a good lad, it might be the start of something really rather exciting.

“So, you like to smell my knickers after I’ve been wearing them, right?” I nodded. “Good… Well, try these then.” And without further ado she put her hands up her skirt and pulled her knickers down and stepped out of them before holding them out to me. “Well, take them then… They won’t bite you and nor will I.” I took them from her hand. They were still warm from her body. “Go on then; don’t be shy. Do what you normally do when you find a pair of my dirty knickers – have a smell of the bit that goes between my legs. I think you like to have a taste of them as well don’t you?” Another nod from me. Words seemed totally beyond me at that moment. “Well then, just pretend I’m not here and enjoy yourself with those,” and she nodded her head towards the knickers in my hand.

I had no choice really but I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I simply couldn’t be looking at her as I did it. If I closed my eyes, I reasoned to myself, I could at least try to pretend that she wasn’t there. I turned her knickers inside out and arranged them so that the narrow strip which covered her between her legs was uppermost and draped over the fingers of my left hand. I couldn’t help but notice some interesting, pale yellowy-white stains on the pale pink material. Despite my situation I felt myself begin to get hard with the anticipation of smelling her knickers. I closed my eyes and lifted the material up to my nose and inhaled. The smell was divine: the fresh tang of her wee and the wonderful musky other smell which I assumed came from her pussy. The fact that they still had just a little residual warmth from her body made them even more exciting than usual. I was soon lost in the niceness and naughtiness of what I was doing and, without even thinking about it, I began to slowly lick the stains in her knickers delighting in the familiar, almost fizzy, bitter tang I had tasted so often before.

“Are you hard?” auntie June quietly asked. “You don’t have to open your eyes just tell me the answer and keep going.”

“Yes,” I said, “I’m hard.”

“In that case, do you mind if I get your lovely cock out so that I can play with it while you lick my panties?” I shook my head quickly and immediately felt her undoing my jeans and slipping them down a little way before she eased my hard cock out from my pants and began to stroke him softly. “He’s lovely you know. Quite a big cock for a little man like you as well. Do my knickers taste nice?” I opened my eyes and looked down to where auntie June was kneeling in front of me.

“They taste as lovely as they always do. I love the taste.”

“You’re a good boy,” she said softly. “I’d like to suck your cock for you if that’s ok?”

I nodded briefly – too dumbstruck to speak. Then, as I watched intently, with my tongue busy at her knickers, auntie June took my cock into her mouth and began to suck and lick it. I never thought it would possible for anything to feel so good. Her tongue curling around the sensitive tip of my achingly hard cock was just beyond fantastic. I knew I would not be long cumming. “I’ll cum soon,” I murmured. “That’s feels so good.”

Auntie June took my cock out of her mouth briefly to say, “You don’t need to worry about that sweet boy. You just enjoy it and when you need to cum just let it happen. Cum in my mouth; spurt everything straight into my lovely soft mouth and then watch as I swallow all of it down. Just like you’re swallowing those lovely juices from my knickers down inside yourself.” Then she took my achingly hard cock back into the warmth and wetness of her mouth and took me on a very brief, but very, very exciting journey to a whole new heaven.

By now the material of her knickers was wet with my saliva and I stuffed the whole strip from between her legs into my mouth and sucked and sucked to get all the taste of her from the wet cloth. The sensations of excitement from what she was doing to me were beyond my wildest imaginings and I suddenly experienced a wash of warmth and tingling which spread up across my thighs and then through my abdomen and tummy and, in that gorgeous moment, I knew that I was going to cum but felt, for the first time, that I had some control; that I could hold back and that if I did I might make things even better.

I held my breath with my mouth full of the material of auntie June’s knickers and, with the last of the taste of her on my tongue, I held myself back from the strong urge to let go. Then, mere seconds later, in a moment that was exquisite in its intensity, I finally gave in and, pulling the folded strip of wet material out of my mouth, I gasped, “Oh God I’m gonna cum… ”

I flexed myself strongly in auntie June’s mouth and felt a pulse of my cum hurtle up the length of my cock before it spurted, giving me a rush of intense pleasure, straight into that soft, wet place. Two, three, four times I spurted cum into auntie June’s welcoming mouth and I dropped her knickers and stroked her head as she swallowed and swallowed everything down. What a moment in a young boy’s life that was. The release was overwhelming and yet, even in that most wonderful of moments, my mind was racing with thoughts of just how much I wanted to fuck a girl – auntie June, Janey, anyone – I just wanted to fuck a girl. To fuck her and to cum inside her. I was desperate to know what that would feel like.

In the end I did not have to wait very long to find out.

Auntie June gave my rapidly shrinking cock a little kiss and then slipped him back inside my pants and pulled my jeans back up. I pulled the zipper up and fastened my belt. After picking up her knickers auntie June looked at me with a smile and said, “My knickers are all wet you naughty boy… What have you been doing with them?” I shrugged my shoulders and she laughed. “I’ll have to go and get some clean ones I suppose,” she said. I was feeling a little bit braver than earlier and thought I might get away with a bit of a joke.

“You could always go without auntie June,” I said with a smile. “Give a poor young lad a chance for a look up your skirt when you haven’t got any knickers on. It was nice looking up there earlier, but it would be a whole lot more fun with no knickers to spoil the view.”

“You cheeky monkey,” auntie June said laughing. “You’d like to have a look at me with no knickers on would you?” I nodded enthusiastically. I sat down on the edge of her bed and she walked over and stood in front of me. “I don’t know why I do these things for you. You’ll get me shot you will!” Then she turned around and bent down in front of me. Her skirt rode up until it was only just covering what was between her legs. I reached forward and stroked the backs of her thighs.

“Is it ok if I lift your skirt up then?”

“Either that or you’ll have to kneel down behind me. I don’t mind which you do.” I realised that either way I would get a close-up view of auntie June’s pussy very soon. I decided to lift her skirt but made one more cheeky request.

“Could you come back a bit closer to me please?” Auntie June obliged me and then I pushed the hem of her skirt up the backs of her thighs and up over her bottom until it was resting on the small of her back. The view was absolutely spectacular. She was very, very hairy between her legs but still the sight of her private parts was enough to have me hard in my pants in no time flat. She looked so different from Janey. Where Janey’s lips were very neat and rounded auntie June’s were flatter and between them she had another kind-of triangular shaped pair of lips which poked out and were quite thick and juicy looking. At the top end of her slit – nearest the browny-pink puckered hole of her bottom – her lips were slightly open and I could see the slightly ragged entrance to her her pussy. I could actually see auntie June’s cunt; in fact I could actually see a little way up inside her and it was dark pink and wet and incredibly exciting.

That was the hole I wanted to put my cock into and then fuck until I spurted my cum.

As I was staring in growing excitement at auntie June’s pussy it suddenly dawned on me that this was the hole which I could smell and taste in her knickers. Leaning forward until my nose was almost touching that lovely pink, ragged-looking hole I inhaled deeply savouring the strong, musky smell which, I then realised, her previously worn knickers had only given me the merest suggestion of.

“Are you smelling my pussy?” Auntie June asked quietly. I nodded my head before I realised that she would not be able to see what I was doing.

“Yes. I couldn’t help it… It’s just too tempting.”

“Does it smell as nice as my knickers do?”

“Way better auntie June. Miles better. It’s a lovely smell and it makes me really horny.” Then I went all in. “Could I lick you… You know, would you mind if I had a lick of your pussy?” I expected her to say ‘No way little man!’ Or something like that… But not a bit of it.

“I don’t know about getting me shot! You’ll get me hung, drawn and quartered you will. Yes you can lick my pussy a bit, but only on one condition.”

“What condition?”

“You lick me and touch me as I tell you to do and then you don’t stop licking me and rubbing me until you make me cum. Ok?”

As if I was going to refuse that. “I’ll do my best. I promise.”

“On you go then little man. Start off by licking my hole so’s you get a taste of me and then we’ll take it from there.”

I took one more deep lungful of the scent of her pussy and then I used my fingers to open her lips a bit wider and slowly, and, if I’m truthful, a little bit tentatively, I began to lick her pussy. It tasted quite strong – sort of musky and just a little bit bitter as I expected – but it was very, very nice. I loved the taste and very quickly I stuck my tongue a little way up inside and had a taste of that as well. It was just as good inside as it was at the entrance. Moving my head away a little I opened her lips more and then I could see the glistening wet dot of her wee-wee hole so I kissed that and then licked all over and around it and could clearly taste the bitter, tang of her pee. A little lower down was where the second set of auntie June’s lips met at a prominent ear of knurled and twisty flesh.

Then I remembered where Janey liked to be touched and realised that the same had to be true for auntie June. I used the fingers of my right hand to rub over and around that protruding flesh and straightaway could feel the same sort of rounded nub beneath it as I had felt on Janey. Auntie June groaned a little and sighed. “That is right on the spot little man. Lick my hole as you rub me there and I will most definitely cum for you… Oh yeah, that’s lovely.”

I did as she asked and found that her pussy got even wetter – my chin and lips got really slippery with her juices. At one point I moved my head away a bit to sort of give my tongue a rest and to have a look at her pussy and there was a dribble of not-quite-clear liquid actually running out of her hole. I was so aroused and so hard that my cock was aching. I took my fingers away from what they were doing and slipped one of them up inside her cunt and then started to lick where my fingers had previously been busy. I had no idea if that was a good thing to do from auntie June’s point of view. But for me to be able to get a feel up inside her hole was, quite simply, fantastic. She wasn’t as tight as Janey but I could get deeper up inside her and the textured feel of the inside of her pussy was breathtaking. She was also incredibly wet and slippery. Me licking what I later learned was called her clitoris was clearly something that auntie June liked a very much because she began to moan and softly sigh… a lot.

“Move your finger slowly in and out of me as you lick me little man… Oh God yeah, that’s it… that’s lovely… Ohhh, Ohhh… Mmmmmmm… ”

I moved my finger in and out as she had asked and I kept licking her clitoris until my tongue was aching and tired and, just when I thought I might have to give up, auntie June completely surprised me by giving a couple of really abrupt jerks of her bottom. Then she cried out loudly, “Oh God… ” and then she gave a loud shout, more of a squeal really: “Oh I’m cumming… I’m cumming little man… Oh! My! God!” Then she was jerking and shuddering and sighing for about a twenty seconds and I just watched in awe as her pussy and all the flesh around it clenched and spasmed.

I was beside myself with excitement and arousal and I stood up as auntie June had her orgasm and unfastened my trousers and got my achingly hard cock out and stroked myself as I watched her cumming. Then, and looking back I can’t believe I actually did what I did without asking, I stepped up behind auntie June and pushed my cock into her slippery, wet hole. There is no way in the world I can adequately describe the wonder of that moment. The feeling when I first penetrated a woman and then pushed my cock all the way up into the absolute heaven of her pussy. Quite simply it was then, and still is now, beyond mere words.

I cried out with the pleasure it gave me but I have absolutely no idea what I said or whether it was just some incomprehensible garbled nonsense. Probably incomprehensible garbled nonsense if I’m honest but it didn’t, and doesn’t, matter. I pushed my cock all the way into auntie June until my cock was surrounded by the slippery wet, textured perfection and my balls were pressing against the slick wetness of her open slit. Then, instinct taking over completely, I began to fuck her with steady, slow strokes of my cock in and out of that wondrously slippery place. It was never going to last long and I think I knew that even as I was starting to fuck her. I might have wished for a longer first fuck but, to be honest, after the ecstasy of penetrating her, reaching orgasm and then cumming inside auntie June’s was the best bit anyway.

I have no idea even of how many strokes in and out of her pussy I managed but, if I’d thought that the orgasm I had with my cock in her mouth was special, I was totally unprepared for the mind-blowing, earth-shattering power of the orgasm I had with my cock buried full length in auntie June’s gorgeous cunt. I thought I was going to explode with the pleasure of those moments; the feeling as I repeatedly spurted cum up into her was just exquisite. I was on tip-toes, straining every sinew to be as deeply inside her as it was humanly possible to be, shivering and shuddering with the supreme pleasure of each spurt and with my mind full of the exultant thought that I had actually fucked a woman.

Quite simply a dream come true for me. Part of me wished it could have been Janey that was my first time but auntie June was brilliant. Brilliant to look at. Brilliant to lick and finger. Brilliant to watch have an orgasm, and, most definitely, brilliant to fuck.

When I was spent and pulled my surprisingly still hard cock out of her pussy auntie June stood up, turned around and hugged me tightly kissing the top of my head as she held me close. “That was very, very naughty,” she said in barely a whisper. “But I loved it and I hope that you did too!” I was hugely emotional in that moment and could not speak – in fact I was hard put not to cry such was the intensity of the emotion I was feeling – but I hugged her more tightly to me, squeezing my head against her breasts, to try and show her, albeit silently, how much it had meant to me.

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