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 My Interview with Elian Gonzalez (M/b, F/b, MF/b, oral, anal, reluct, ws,
scat) by Coproman

   (NOTE: This story is FICTION and is not intended to imply anything about
the true sexuality of the persons mentioned or any personal knowledge about
their private lives.)

  
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   Remember Elian Gonzalez?  He's the little Cuban boy who, in 2000, became
the focus of a major controversy when he survived a trip from Cuba to
Florida, was taken in by relatives, and, after a fierce court battle, was
ultimately returned to Cuba.  Well, what a lot of people have forgotten is
that, a year later, a friend and I got the chance to fly down to Cuba and
interview Elian, who had just turned seven.  Yes, my own and various other
articles came out referring to that interview, but they told only a small
part of the story of what happened when we got together with the boy.  If
you want to know the full story, read on...

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   When I wrote the Cuban government about interviewing Elian Gonzalez, I
never expected to get permission to do so.  That's why I was so ecstatic
when I got a letter back stating that my proposal had been accepted.  It
might have been because I was a black writer from Harlem and that,
therefore, Castro felt some affinity for me, since he had stayed at
Harlem's old Theresa Hotel on many of his trips to the United Nations. 
Whatever the reason, the interview was a go, and I would even be allowed to
be alone with the boy since, according to the government, there was no
reason for them to censor anything he might say.  The only stipulation was
that I not make a big deal of things.  In other words, I had to arrange the
interview around the seven-year-old's normal routine and schedule.  Because
of that, I would be allowed an "entourage" of only one.  Vanessa, my
Bahamian friend, spoke fluent Spanish and was also a professional
photographer, so I decided that she would be the perfect person to
accompany me.  But that wasn't the only reason I wanted her along.

   Nearly two years had passed since Elian had taken the perilous journey
that made him famous, as he and a boat full of Cuban refugees attempted to
flee Castro's regime.  Only little Elian and one other person had survived
the trip; among the casualties was the boy's own mother.  But when Elian's
father learned about his son living with relatives in Miami, he demanded
that the boy be returned to him in Cuba.  Thus began several months of
legal haggling, and soon the whole country was debating over whether Elian
should stay with his cousins in the United States or return with his father
to Cuba.  Eventually the courts decided that Cuba was where the boy should
be and, amid a plethora of protests, the Justice Department "rescued" him
from his cousins' house and his father took him home.  Now I would be
visiting him to see how he was readjusting after being back for more than a
year.

   When I called Vanessa and told her about the interview and her coming
with me, she quickly became as excited as I was, because even though we had
played our little "game" with a number of youngsters over the years, we had
never done so with anyone this well-known or in another country.

   "Seven is the age of completion, you know," she said.

   "So how 'complete' do you think he'll be once we're done with him?" I
asked.

   She laughed.  "Oh, I'm sure there'll be very little he won't know."

   A week later, Vanessa and I were on a flight from New York to Havana. 
When we landed, we were greeted by government officials, who were instantly
seduced by Vanessa's light-skinned, long-haired sensuality.  (Her
thigh-length red dress, which hugged every curve on her sensuous
five-foot-six frame, might also have had a little something to do with
their interest!) All they did was explain the ground rules to us again then
lead us to a smaller plane for a shuttle flight to Elian's hometown of
Cardenas, a modest fishing village.  Vanessa had arranged with a friend of
hers, Juan, who lived just outside of Cardenas, to meet us at the airport;
we would be using his house as our base.  When the plane landed, he was
standing by his van waiting for us.  He and Vanessa hugged and exchanged a
few private words before she introduced us.

   "Bob, this is Juan; Juan, Bob." We shook hands.  "Juan is going to spend
the day in Havana," she explained, "so we get to use his house while he's
gone."

   "Terrific," I said, smiling.  "That'll make things a lot easier." I
didn't know if Vanessa had actually told him what we'd be doing there or
with whom, but when Juan winked at us as he left to board the same plane
we'd just gotten off, I had the distinct feeling that he knew something.

   "Come on," said Vanessa, getting behind the wheel.  "I'm pretty sure I
know where his place is, but I want to give myself time to get lost before
we drive over to the school."

   Fortunately Juan's house was easy to find.  It was small, pleasant, and
nicely furnished, but we stayed only long enough to drop off our luggage,
shower, and for Vanessa to check and set up her equipment, which included a
camcorder and a 35mm still camera.  We then got back in the van and headed
for Elian's school.  Juan had told Vanessa that it was only a few minutes
away.  Sure enough, upon following his very good directions, we turned a
corner about five minutes after starting out and there it was, a large,
fairly modern three-story facility.

   Classes had just ended for the day, and there was a sea of confusion as
children, teachers, and parents milled around the grounds.  Having studied
Elian's schedule, Vanessa and I knew that after school he went to the day
care center, where he remained for two and a half hours while waiting for
his father to pick him up after work.  It was right next to the school, so
we walked over and peered in the window.  About twenty six- and
seven-year-olds were sitting at easels painting.  It took us only a few
moments to spot Elian.  He was wearing a pair of plaid shorts and a "ĦViva
Cuba!" tee-shirt, and his famous little face, with the slightly oversized
ears, looked exactly the same as it had on the covers of Time, Newsweek and
other national magazines.

   We went in and showed the director our permission letter from the
government, adding that Elian's father was already aware of the situation.
When she saw the letter, with its impressive official logo, the director
immediately agreed to release Elian to us.  She called to the boy and he
approached us skeptically.  The director explained to him who we were, but
he still seemed reluctant to accompany us.  Sensing this, Vanessa crouched
down to be face-to-face with him and cupped his cheeks in her hands.  She
proceeded to speak quietly to him in Spanish, while gazing lovingly into
his eyes.  I had no idea what she said, but the tension suddenly lifted
from the little Cuban's face, and within a few minutes we had spirited him
out of the building and into the van.

   Back at Juan's house, all it took was a few toys and a couple of Barney
tapes to put Elian completely at ease.  I proceeded to ask him a bunch of
questions while Vanessa translated for us and took still pictures of the
boy from several different angles.  We were done with both the interview
and the photo session in about twenty minutes, and we left Elian sitting on
the couch, apparently involved in an elaborate fantasy, as he talked to
himself while playing with some action figures.

   "Well," said Vanessa, "here we are.  We have about two hours left.  So
what's next?"

   "I've been thinking about this for a long time," I said, "and I think we
should go for shock value."

   Understanding exactly what I meant, Vanessa smiled, handed me the
camera, and headed for the bedroom.  A few minutes later, she came out
completely naked.  She winked at me then walked over and stood right in
front of the seven-year-old.  I was lucky enough to catch on film the exact
instant that Elian looked up and saw her.  He gasped and stood up, his eyes
and mouth opening wide, and just stared at her dumbfounded, as if
everything else in the room--in the world--had disappeared except this
woman in front of him.  It took several seconds for him to come back down
to Earth, and when he did, he looked at me, blushed, said "ĦAy!" and
covered his eyes with his hands.  I took some more pictures then pulled
Elian's hands away from his face to let him know that seeing Vanessa in the
nude was okay.  When he was once more staring at her, she asked him
something in Spanish.  He hesitated before answering.

   "I asked him if he'd ever seen a pussy before," said Vanessa.  "He said
that when he was in Florida, he saw his cousin's once when she was getting
out of the shower." She asked him something else and he slowly shook his
head.  She turned to me and said, "But he's never seen one up close like
this."

   There was another question from Vanessa, and this time the boy smiled,
blushed again, then glanced at me before responding, but an added comment
from Vanessa seemed to ease his apparent fear, because afterwards he
nodded.

   "I asked him if he wanted to see what mine looked like inside.  At first
he was afraid, because he thought you might get angry at him, but I told
him you wouldn't mind, so now he wants to." With that, she took his arm and
led him into the bedroom.  I picked up the camera and followed them.

   Taking her position in front of the camcorder, Vanessa spread open the
lips of her pussy and allowed the seven-year-old to examine every inch of
it.  Upon her urging he even sniffed it, and I got a good shot of Elian's
nose stuck in her cooze.  Finally she gave him the go-ahead to touch it,
instructing him on how to move first two of his fingers back and forth
inside her then add another finger and another until his entire hand was
inside her.

   "Now close your fingers and pump your fist inside me!" Vanessa said in
Spanish.

   He did exactly as she had asked, and since Elian's fist was not much
bigger than the head of a large penis, Vanessa had no trouble taking it
when he began to jab it in and out of her.  In fact, it was exciting the
hell out of her.

   "ĦMas!  ĦMas!" she began to scream.  "ĦA tu codo!"

   That's when Elian really went to work, shoving nearing his whole little
forearm into Vanessa's slippery vagina, which made a sloshing noise as more
and more juice flowed out of it.  The sound, along with the amazing sight
of a cute seven-year-old boy fist-fucking a gorgeous woman, was making me
extremely horny.

   Finally, just as Elian was in the middle of again thrusting his arm
inside Vanessa, she grabbed it with both hands, locking it in place, while
spasming and crying, "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"

   Thinking he was hurting her, the boy tried to pull his hand out, but
when Vanessa wouldn't let him, he realized that she didn't want him to and
settled down.  After her orgasm had subsided she slowly pulled his hand and
arm out of her twat.  It exited with a distinct "plop." Elian was now
covered from his fingers to his elbow with pussy juice.  At first he just
stared at it, then he sniffed his hand, wrinkling his nose at the sharp
odor.  That's when I came over, took his arm, and began to lick it. 
Starting from his elbow, I carefully ran my tongue along his forearm and
over his wrist and hand before sucking each of his fingers individually. 
The whole time, he just watched me in amazement.

   "There," I said after a few minutes.  "All done."

   Elian was still trying to figure out what had just happened to him when
Vanessa picked him up and placed him, standing, on the bed.  She then
crouched down in front of him, which put her mouth at the exact level of
his crotch.  Unsnapping his shorts, she pulled them all the way down then
pulled the front part of his drawers down just far enough to release his
peter, which sprang to attention in all its three-inch glory.

   "I knew he had an erection!" she said triumphantly, and without further
hesitation she pursed her lips and sucked it into her mouth.

   "Oooo!" Elian cooed, as Vanessa's warm, wet mouth enveloped his cock. 
The pleasure of the strange sensation was so intense the poor boy's knees
went weak, and with his shorts now bunched up around his ankles, he nearly
fell off the bed; but he managed to grab onto Vanessa's head at the same
time that she grabbed his legs, and the simultaneous actions succeeded in
steadying him.

   Once Elian was stationary, Vanessa decided to finish stripping him. 
That part had a very special meaning for me, because whenever I'd seen
pictures of the boy in his shorts, I had always wondered what the bare butt
underneath them looked like.  Now I was about to find out, as Vanessa,
still sucking his cock, slowly pulled down his underwear to reveal the
small pale globes of his ass.  Really it was nothing special--a typical
seven-year-old boy's behind--but the fact that it was Elian's made it
special, and as I snapped picture after picture, I knew I had to pay homage
to it in every perverted way I could think of in the short time we had with
him.

   When Vanessa had gotten Elian good and excited, she stopped sucking him,
removed his shorts and drawers from around his ankles and placed the now
completely naked seven-year-old on his back on the bed, while I
repositioned the camcorder.  She then got on top of him on her knees in a
sixty-nine position, her hairy pussy hovering above the boy's face as he
gazed up at it in wonderment.  I took a few more pictures then put the
camera down, took off my clothes and got on my knees behind Vanessa, waving
my seven-inch boner around to make sure Elian got a good look at it.  When
he spotted it, his eyes opened wide and he gasped, "ĦAy--grande!" I looked
down at him, smiled, then grabbed Vanessa's hips and plunged my dick all
the way into her dripping snatch.

   "Ohh!" she gasped as I penetrated her.  But she quickly got her breath
back and, after cupping Elian's ass cheeks to hold him steady, she lowered
her head, this time sucking both his dick and his balls into her mouth.

   "ĦAayy!" the boy sighed, reacting to this new, even stranger sensation.
Before proceeding to fuck Vanessa, I again looked down at Elian.  There was
a mixture of pain and pleasure on the boy's face, as if he couldn't figure
out whether he loved or hated the feeling of getting his genitals
tongue-washed.  But as I began to bang Vanessa's box, the seven-year-old's
expression started to change; soon all the tension had evaporated, leaving
behind a little smile.  So, I thought, he likes it after all.  I knew,
though, that very soon that tense expression would return, as his face
began to reflect the sweet agony that comes with an approaching orgasm. 
Vanessa always referred to it as "that look." Sure enough, several minutes
later, "that look" appeared on Elian's face, and as soon as I saw it, I
sped up my fucking, because I wanted my orgasm to coincide with his.

   It didn't take long for Vanessa's experienced oral manipulations of the
boy's dick and balls to produce their desired effect, as Elian closed his
eyes, opened his mouth and, as if a bolt of lightning had struck him,
stiffened and threw his head back, his face contorted.

   "ĦAy!  ĦAy!" he squealed in a girlishly high pitch as he clawed at
Vanessa's back.

   At that very moment, I too went over the top, yanking my penis out of
Vanessa's pussy and stuffing it in Elian's open mouth.

   "Fuck!  I'm coming!  Take it, you little pussy!" With those words, I
shot several heavy streams of come down Elian's throat.  Not expecting the
sudden flood of sperm in his mouth, the boy began to choke, so I pulled my
dick out of his mouth and spurted the rest of my load in his face.  He was
still so involved in his own orgasm that he barely flinched as the pearly
ropes of sperm splattered over him.  And I was so involved in attempting to
paint every inch of his face with semen that I didn't notice that Vanessa
had turned around, retrieved the camera and was busily snapping pictures of
the action.

   "Wow!" she said as she took several closeups.  "These are going to look
great when I blow them up.  Here." She handed me the camera and I began to
shoot pictures as she licked my come off Elian's face, carefully brushing
her tongue over his chin, his lips, his cheeks, his eyelids, even sticking
the tip into his nostrils before forcing it all the way into his partially
open mouth, giving him a deep kiss and sucking out whatever come he hadn't
swallowed.  All the while, the little Cuban just moaned, recovering from
what was probably his first real orgasm.

   After handing the camera back to Vanessa, I asked her to have Elian bend
over, and when he did, I carefully grasped his buns and spread them apart,
uncovering the boy's anus.  It was one of the cutest little assholes I had
ever seen, a virgin pink rosette, and after sniffing its shitty aroma for a
minute or two, I greedily thrust my tongue inside, causing the boy to jerk
in surprise, as Vanessa crouched beside me taking pictures.

   "ĦAh, Dios mio!" Elian cried out.  I didn't have to ask Vanessa for a
translation of that, but as I continued to slurp at the boy's shitter, he
said something else, and when Vanessa responded to him, he again said,
"ĦAh, Dios mio!"

   "He asked me why you were licking him in his nasty place," she said. 
"When I told him you wanted to eat his shit--well, you heard him."

   I stopped tongue-fucking Elian's asshole long enough to tell Vanessa,
"Ask him if he has to go."

   When she did, the boy hesitated a moment before saying, "Si."

   Hearing that, I pulled my face out of the boy's rear and lay down on my
back on the floor.  Vanessa readjusted the camcorder then helped to
position Elian so that he was squatting over my head in the opposite
direction, with his gently-puckered anus poised directly over my mouth
while his dick and balls dangled over my eyes.  After she gave one last
instruction to the boy, I looked up and back to see Vanessa get down on her
knees, grasp the boy's penis then lean over to suck it.  Only seconds after
she started I heard her moaning.  She pulled her lips off the crown just
far enough to let me see the stream of piss jetting into her mouth.  I
could actually hear her mouth filling up with pee.  It was about to
overflow when she reconnected with the seven-year-old's dick and swallowed,
which made me so horny I almost came prematurely.  I then watched Vanessa's
throat move as she guzzled down the last of the boy's piss.  When he was
finally done, she simply returned to sucking him.

   Now that Vanessa had gotten her special treat, I couldn't wait for mine,
and I was frantically focusing back and forth between watching her suck
Elian's dick and seeing his anus open wider and wider, growing from a
dime-sized to a quarter-sized aperture.  Suddenly I spotted it--the
beginning of a rich dark brown turd.  As it gradually emerged, its pungent
odor assailing my nostrils, I was truly amazed by its length and thickness
as well as the degree to which the little boy's asshole was continuing to
stretch open to release it.

   "Ooo--I can see it!" Vanessa said, temporarily ceasing her sucking to
gaze beneath the pones of Elian's ass.  "It's big!"

   I couldn't respond, because by then the long, thick turd had dropped
from the little Cuban's anus right into my open mouth, and I was struggling
to swallow it.  Meanwhile Elian had turned around and was staring down at
me with fascination as I ate his shit.  After a while, he giggled and said
something that made Vanessa giggle in return.

   "He said he hopes you like the big Cuban cigar he made specially for
you!"

   A real comedian, this kid.  Fortunately for me, this "big Cuban cigar"
constituted the boy's entire bowel movement, so I was able to take my time
consuming it, which gave Vanessa plenty of time to retrieve the still
camera and snap several closeup shots of Elian's smelly anal log as it
disappeared between my lips.

   "It's still beyond me how you can eat shit like that, Darling," Vanessa
said as she continued to click away.  "But I must admit that this little
guy is so cute that I probably wouldn't mind eating some of his myself."

   To prove her point, she put the camera aside and, stooping down behind
Elian, spread his cheeks apart.  After surveying then sniffing his messy,
unwiped anus for a few seconds, she dove in with her tongue, licking out
the leftovers.  For the next several moments the only sound that could be
heard in the room was slurping, as we both devoured our share of the boy's
shit.

   "Fuck, that was good!" I said as I swallowed the last of Elian's bowel
movement.  But the shit eating had made me hard again, and this time I
wanted to get my rocks off in the same place that big turd had just come
from.  When my eyes met Vanessa's, she smiled, knowing right away what I
was ready to do.  While I manned the camcorder, she promptly stood up, got
back into the bed and lay on her back with her head propped up and her legs
spread wide.  She then turned to Elian.

   "Come here, Baby.  Venga aqui, Eliancito."

   Smiling, the boy eagerly climbed onto the bed but then hesitated, not
sure what he was supposed to do.  Vanessa calmly reached up and pulled the
seven-year-old on top of her.  Gazing into his eyes the whole time, she
adjusted his hips until his still-erect little peter was lined up with her
slit.  She then held on tightly to his buns and pulled forward.

   They both gasped at the exactly same moment.  Afterwards, Vanessa just
urged Elian to do what even at such a young age he instinctively knew how
to do anyway, upon which the boy began to pump his hips.

   "Title: ' Elian Gonzalez Gets His First Piece of Ass,' " I said, as I
zoomed in on the action with the camcorder.  "So what's it like fucking a
seven-year-old kid?  Can you feel it?"

   "Yes, I can," Vanessa said.  "And it's delicious!  He's surprisingly
good at it, too."

   "Hmmm?" I mused.  "Maybe just lookiing his cousin's pussy wasn't the
only thing he did when she got out of the shower."

   By now, the little Cuban had actually developed a rhythm, as he bucked
back and forth, enthusiastically poking his pecker into Vanessa's pussy and
panting with every in-stroke, while she hummed her approval.

   After taping their fuck session for several minutes more, and getting
hornier and hornier as I watched, I finally said, "You'd better start
prepping him before he comes.  You know how quick on the trigger these
little tykes can be."

   As the boy continued to piston her, Vanessa casually reached over to the
nightstand, dipped her finger into the jar of Vaseline we'd brought with
us, and eased it into his anus.  She then just held it steady, allowing the
boy to impale himself on it with his own back and forth motions.

   "He's still kinda tight back here, Honey.  Even after doing his
business."

   "Shit, I was hoping he'd be a little looser.  Do you think I'll be able
to do him?"

   "I don't know," she said.  "Your shaft is probably as big around as his
arm.  But, then again, judging by the size of that log he dropped, I don't
think getting in will be a major problem.  It's just a matter of getting
that fat crown of yours past his sphincter, so let me try to open him up a
little more."

   Vanessa immediately went back to work on Elian's anus, pushing her
probing finger deeper and deeper and eventually managing to slide two
fingers inside without causing the boy too much pain.  Then she nudged in a
third finger and again just held it inside him with the others while he
fucked himself onto them.

   "Get ready, Darling.  I'm going to let him go, so you need to get inside
him before he closes up too much."

   "Okay.  Just let me put the camcorder back."

   Keeping focused on the two of them, I slowly panned back, reattached the
camcorder to the tripod, then checked to make sure the angle was wide
enough to catch all of the upcoming action.  When I was satisfied, I nodded
to Vanessa and, in one swift motion, she pulled her fingers out of the
boy's asshole, shifted up (unceremoniously dislodging his penis from her
pussy), then pressed his face into her steamy crotch.  I immediately moved
up behind Elian, lifted his hips up until he was on his knees, and aimed my
dick at his asshole.  I could tell right away that it still wouldn't be an
easy fit, even after all of Vanessa's finger work.  But I was determined to
stuff all of my seven inches into his "nasty place," because I wanted to
experience the unique tightness and heat that only a young boy's anus can
offer.

   "Tell him to push out like he's taking a shit," I said to Vanessa.

   She did, and I watched closely as the Elian's pucker pursed outward.  I
took a deep breath and, holding onto his hips, slowly pressed the head of
my weapon against his anus.

   "Aaayyy!" he wailed, his voice muffled by Vanessa's snatch.  He was
struggling to move his ass away from me, but I just held onto him even
tighter and kept pushing--slowly, steadily--until I felt something give;
all at once Elian cried out and shuddered as his asshole swallowed the head
of my dick.

   "I'm in!"

   "All the way?" Vanessa asked.

   "No, just the head.  But that's a big start.  The rest should be easy
now."

   What wouldn't be easy was holding back.  The feeling of Elian's
sphincter around the head of my penis was like nothing I had ever felt
before.  It was as if a small pair of warm, velvety lips had locked onto me
and wouldn't let go, and a part of me wanted to tug the boy's hips towards
me and plunge my rod to the bottom of his shit hole.  But I didn't want to
hurt him any more than I already had, and I also wanted this amazing
feeling to last for as long as possible, so I took a deep breath then
carefully leaned forward, allowing my shaft to sink into the seven-year-old
rectum a fraction of an inch at a time, with little rest periods in
between. After doing this for a while, and with about half of my pole stuck
up Elian's ass, I suddenly heard Vanessa gasp.

   "What's the matter?" I asked.

   She gasped again then said, "Believe it or not, Darling, our little
friend has his tongue in my pussy, and it's driving me crazy!"

   "You're kidding!" I said, chuckling.

   "No, I am definitely not kidding.  I guess it's his way of taking his
mind off what you're doing to him back there."

   "Smart kid."

   "Yes, and--ohhh!--an even smarter tongue," Vanessa panted.

   With little Elian now occupied with Vanessa's pussy, I resumed my
journey into the virgin territory of his anus until, several minutes later,
the entire length of my dick was packed tightly inside him.

   "I'm in up to my balls, V!"

   "Really, Darling?  You mean that lovely tool of yours is actually all
the way in his little ass?"

   "That's right."

   "Well, I've just got to see this!"

   Moving like a gymnast, she swung around underneath us until her head was
between our legs.  I could now look down at her, and I watched as her eyes
stretched open in surprise and admiration.

   "Wow!  Oh, Honey, all I can see are your balls pressed up against his
and his little peter dangling down.  There's no trace of your dick!  So how
does it feel?"

   "He's so fuckin' tight and hot--you just wouldn't believe!" I hissed out
between clenched teeth.  In fact, I was stuck so tight in his ass that when
I tried to pull out, after savoring the feeling for a while, I wound up
dragging his whole little body backwards.

   "I can't get out, V."

   "You mean you're stuck inside him, Darling?  Oh, how exciting!  But
don't worry; I'll help."

   Instantly Vanessa held on to Elian's thighs and slipped his penis back
into her mouth.  At the same time, I steadied my hold on his hips while
using my thumbs to spread his anus even further open.  Our combined efforts
worked and I proceeded to withdraw all but he head of my dick from the
seven-year-old's rectum.  I immediately looked down to see our connection.
My tool, proudly protruding from the now grossly distended hole between the
small curves of the boy's ass, was covered with shit and looked exactly
like the thick brown turd I'd just eaten.  And right below it I could see
Vanessa's face, her eyes closed as she sucked Elian's prick.

   "Look," I said softly.

   Vanessa opened her eyes and stared up at my dick incredulously, uttering
a long "Mmmm!" since she didn't want to take her lips off the boy's pecker.
Her expression and non-verbal remark just turned me on all the more.

   After spitting liberally in my hand then coating my shitty shaft with
it, I slowly began to push myself back inside Elian's tight young
turd-maker.  I watched Vanessa watching from beneath us until her face
disappeared, when I was once more inside the boy to my balls.  Right away I
began to withdraw again, and this time my dick came out without any extra
effort.  After glancing down at Vanessa, I slid it back inside again, then
pulled it out again.  It didn't take long to establish a nice steady fuck
rhythm, as Elian's anus gradually stretched wide enough to accommodate my
cock.

   At the other end, Elian had apparently returned to licking Vanessa's
pussy, because she had her hands clasped around the back of his head, and
every so often I heard her gasp and saw her body tremble.  With the boy now
occupied at both ends, I steadily increased the pace of my strokes until,
less than ten minutes later, I was plowing my pole to the bottom of his
bowels.  I was so involved in fucking that for a while I forgot that
Vanessa's head was right below me, and that every time I rammed my rod up
the seven-year-old's ass, I was also sending his groin crashing into her
face and forcing his prick harder into her mouth.  But through the whole
episode, she never once complained or tried to reposition us, as if the
face battering itself was part of what turned her on.

   Finally, though, Elian's exquisitely snug poop chute proved too
stimulating for me to hold out any longer.  After a few more hard strokes,
I thrust my tool as far inside his shit hole as I could, pulling his little
behind tight against my crotch to insure the deepest possible penetration
as my entire body quaked through an incredible orgasm.

   "Oh, fuck!  I'm coming!  Take it!  Take it all right up your ass, your
little shit!"

   I began to spurt load after load of sperm in the seven-year-old's ass,
flooding his bowels with more semen than I thought myself capable of
producing, being that I'd not too long ago filled his mouth with it. 
Beneath me I heard a long moan accompanied by a muffled gurgling sound in
front of me, and I realized happily that Vanessa was also coming and had
drenched Elian's trapped face with pussy juice.  I sighed heavily and
collapsed exhausted on top of them, my dick still up the boy's ass as I
stroked his hair and licked Vanessa's sticky wetness off his cheek.  I was
also smelling the intoxicating odor of her nearby pussy, which was still
oozing nectar.  I moved Elian's head and began to flick my tongue over her
clit, but it was so sensitive that she gently stopped me.

   I rolled over onto my side, carrying the boy with me, then looked down
at his prick.  It was soft again, which let me know that he too had come,
though I wasn't sure exactly when.  At this point, my softening dick
plopped out of Elian's asshole.  Vanessa heard it and immediately pushed
the boy onto his stomach again then said something to him in Spanish.  I
lay back and watched as, almost in a stupor, the seven-year-old crawled
back into the sixty-nine position he'd been in with her then put a foot on
either side of her neck and squatted over her mouth, as she held his ass
cheeks.  I moved around for a closer look and was shocked when I saw the
boy's anus: Far from the tiny opening it had been before I'd penetrated
him, it was now a wide, deep-pink hole smeared with brown and white, and a
gooey gob of sperm was about drip out of it onto Vanessa's waiting tongue.
After it did she quickly gulped it down then drilled her tongue into the
ravaged opening to suck out the rest, making loud slurping noises while
urging Elian to practically sit on her face.  When Vanessa finally allowed
the boy to get up, I looked down to see her lips and chin smeared with
come, shit and spit.  I leaned over and gave her a long, deep soul kiss.

   "You taste good," I said, smiling.

   She smiled back.  "I know."

   "I think we'd better get going."

   Moments later, the three of us were in the shower, and Vanessa took
special care to clean any remaining come out of Elian's anus.  We then
hurriedly put our clothes on and jumped in the van, making it back to the
day care center in three minutes flat.  We explained to the director how
well the interview had gone and how much we appreciated her cooperation in
making it happen but that we were late for our flight to Havana and,
therefore, could not stick around to chat with Elian's father.  After
saying goodbye to the boy, with Vanessa quietly reminding him to be sure to
keep "nuestro secreto," we left, drove to the airport, parked the van where
Juan had told us to, and got on our shuttle flight to Havana.  Once there,
we thanked the government officials, promising to send them copies of the
story, and before long we were jetting back to New York with happy memories
and a satchel full of "vacation" videos and photos to share with our
special friends.

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   Nowadays whenever I think about what happened, I not only smile but
shudder a little in realizing how insane it was for us to do something so
risky.  I ended up selling the article I wrote, along with many of
Vanessa's "legitimate" photos, to the Amsterdam News, and several
mainstream newspapers and magazines quoted from the interview.  Elian's
father and the Cuban government were so pleased with the piece that they
sent letters of thanks to both Vanessa and me, with the government inviting
us back to Havana as their guests to meet personally with Castro.

   While Vanessa and I never accepted that invitation, we have continued to
introduce children like Elian to the pleasures of sex.  Are we damaging
them psychologically by doing this?  Well, let me just say that Vanessa has
kept in touch with Elian, having called him only last week to wish him a
happy ninth birthday.  He is doing well in school, gets along with his
classmates, and has adjusted nicely to both a new stepmother and new
siblings.  In fact, the only noticeable effect our actions have had on the
boy is reflected in the question he asks Vanessa every time she speaks to
him: When are we coming BACK to Cuba, so we can play MORE "juegos
especiales del cuerpo" ("special body games") with him?


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