At last the fountain of his loins ran dry and he could feel his weapon begin to sag into impotency even with all the emotional fervor he could still contribute to the relationship. His hands on the boy were now frankly caressing, as distinguished from the dominating and enforcing grips of a few minutes earlier when he had to maintain the fiction of raping and victimizing the child's ass. The strokes and pats of his fingers were frankly loving, and the boy understood the change, knowing that his own ardor and willingness and effectiveness had brought about the alteration in attitude.
The man's flaccid cock plopped from the slippery hole it had so wonderfully used. The boy did not wait to bother with a towel, but dropped before his patron and lovingly sucked his master's dangling cock clean, handling it and murmuring to it with all the intensity and concentration of a child involved with a symbol of its love. If the boy had been a girl, and the limp cock a doll, the child would have been dressing it in its best clothes and tenderly putting it to bed with all professions of love and affection.
When he was sure that his master was well cared for, and the beloved cock all clean and safe, the chubby little boy got a towel and wiped his bottom, from which the man's gooey sperm was dribbling, despite the utmost tightness with which the child tried to hold it in and save 't. Then the two partners in this bizarre travesty of mating left the stage where they had been performing, the man's arm tenderly cuddling the plump childish, almost feminine form of the round little boy.
Now we can turn our attentions to the third and probably the most unusual couple who were going to perform in this three-ring family circus, as proofs of the old man's theories as to the relative value of men and women as sexual outlets for busy ambitious men. The grandson, possibly ten years old, himself, was being indoctrinated into this strange family custom, even though he was obviously much too young to be able to benefit himself by ejaculatory sexual pleasure from his bizarre experience. He had shown a normal childish interest in some aspect of pro-creative activity, and now he was being thrust headlong into a participating part in a wild orgy of homosexuality. Later trips to The Club would expose him to more forms of heterosexuality as practiced by the members, and long before he had matured enough to have his first emission and orgasm, the boy would know more by observation about the way-out aspects of sex than most mature adults ever dreamed about, let alone saw or experienced.
The boy turned to his little girl partner, a child of about seven or eight, and smiled in a friendly way at her as he carefully inspected what he could see of her. Then he led her by the hand over to the big table which was the stage for all the performances, and helped her scramble up on it, getting her to sit on its edge facing him. This brought her hips and crotch just below the level of his face, and in easy reach of his curious and searching hands. He felt all around her plump little hips and waist and chest, none of which were significantly different from his own ten-year-old parts.
But then he began to hit paydirt, when he got to investigating between her firm round little thighs. The little girl was already experienced in many matters of sex, and had been employed as a teacher for the boy because she was near enough his age and would not frighten him. She knew what he wanted to find out, and was willing and eager to teach him, by example on her own lovely little body. Before he could even ask, she lay down on her back on the padded surface of the table and spread her legs so that her little pussy was visible and available for his hands and eyes.
He was fascinated and working carefully, so as not to hurt his tiny little partner, he spread her thighs even further apart and raised her knees, so that she was completely exposed before him. Gently he felt and stroked the insides of her thighs and down her lower belly and around her firmly rounded bottom. Then, with a sensitive finger, he parted the plump lips that bordered the pink gash of her cunny, glancing up at her face to see if his move was alarming or hurting her in any way. She smiled back at him, for much bigger things than his finger had been thrust into her tiny hole and the net result, after the first time, had been pleasure rather than pain. And even for the pain, she had been handsomely rewarded with presents and money. Even at her tender years this child had found that sex was a good thing to know about and to do something about, for one way or another, it always seemed to be worthwhile.
Under her rapt encouragement, the boy spread her pussy wider open and down near the bottom he found a hole that seemed to lead right up into her body. At the top of her slit was a tiny knob, which he planned to investigate sometime later, but the mysterious hole was what he wanted to find out about now. Slowly and carefully his finger entered the warm moist tight canal, and with glances up to make sure it was all right with her, he pressed in. His fingers were not long, but almost immediately he was in as far as he could reach and had not hit bottom.
Then a sudden thought occurred to him. He pulled out his finger and pushed her little legs up even higher. But she was not fooling him. The hole he had felt was not her bottom hole, similar to his own. It was something entirely different and wonderful. And from things he had overheard and guessed, he thought that it had some use in connection with his little penis and with making babies. But if that were so, why had he actually seen his father and his grandfather and those crazy Negroes before them, using men's and boy's bottom holes to put their stiff dickeys in? It was all very confusing, and the boy realized that he was out of his depth and did not even know how to go about-getting the information he wanted or getting the nice feeling he hoped for from having his little dickey get hard and be played with.
The womanly-wise, although physically tiny girl immediately spotted his dilemma, and went about solving it in a most direct and satisfactory way. She coaxed him up onto the table beside her and made him lie down on his back. Then with no coyness or show of false modesty she set about doing what she liked to do and what she was being hired to do.
She leaned across his body and began playing lovingly and expertly with his immature little cock. He smiled in appreciation and as soon as he had the beginnings of a childish erection, she leaned even further and began sucking his little upright dingus with her hot eager mouth. It was so small, especially compared with some of the adult tools she had coped with for regular members of The Club, that his whole prick was easily encased in her mouth and she could exercise her well-trained tongue on it. She sucked the red end and he thought he'd never felt anything so good. She twisted and twirled her tongue and lips around his short shaft, and he knew he had found heaven on earth. And finally she sucked in hard on his whole dickey, engorging it to the limit, while flicking her versatile tongue across the sensitive meatal opening in the end, and the boy knew that heaven could wait, — he had it better here and now.
While still orally stimulating his dickey with all her accumulated techniques and wiles, she slowly rolled over and half-kneeled above his supine form. She was in no way demanding attention from him. She was offering her little pussy for his investigation and pleasure while she continued to amuse him to the best of her great ability.
Hesitatingly at first, but then with increasing interest and enthusiasm, the boy used his hands and eyes on the tiny pelvis so delightfully close and available. He peered and fingered and felt and caressed until it seemed that he wanted to memorize for all time every detail of female pelvic anatomy during this, his first lesson. Soon he had her straddling on her knees over his face, and both his hands were gently busy exploring her lovely little pussy and bottom, radiantly beautiful in warm shades of pink.