COUSIN CAROL My cousin, Carol, is four years older than I am. When we were growing up, she lived right down the street. My folks and hers -- my aunt and uncle (my mother's sister and her husband) -- have always been very good friends, doing all kinds of things together. When they went out in the evening, Carol always stayed over at my house, because her room was full of dolls and playhouses and I had a double-decker bunk bed (I got the top bunk). When we were really young, some older woman would sit for us and I don't remember much about her. By the time I was five years old (and Carol was nine), our parents had teenagers sitting us. I remember so many good times we had, fooling the sitters into letting us drink sodas and watch TV, playing board games with endless changes in the rules to match our whims, building elaborate "forts" of furniture and blankets ... But, for purposes of this narrative, the story really begins one night when one of our sitters let her boyfriend come over to visit while she was taking care of me and Carol. I was six years old and Carol was ten. Our sitter that night, Susan, was about 19 years old and was kind of funny-looking, I thought. Although she was skinny everywhere else, she had a huge chest, which she emphasized with tight sweaters and tight jeans. I was too young to be affected in any sexual way then, but I realize now she projected a sluttish image. In retrospect, I'm surprised my parents let her sit for us. Maybe she charged less than other sitters. Susan sat for me and Carol several times, and was always nice enough, letting us watch R-rated movies with her on cable TV and making us big bowls of popcorn. On this fateful night, however, our folks were going to a racetrack across the state line, and were staying there overnight. Susan tried to rush us off to bed early, but we insisted on staying up to see a scary movie. About 11, the doorbell rang and Susan swore us to secrecy before letting her boyfriend in. He was obviously annoyed at seeing us there, and made enough rude comments that we scurried up to bed as soon as the movie was over. We could hear the music from my folks' stereo begin to play pretty loud. Susan tucked us into bed perfunctorily and hurried back to the family room. I was ready to go to sleep, and was a little worried about the dreams I might have as a result of the horror movie we had just seen. But Carol wasn't ready. "Let's go spy on Susan," she whispered from the bottom bunk. "I bet they're making out." I agreed readily. This was the kind of trick we enjoyed playing on our sitters. We quietly opened the door to my room and crept down the hall. We really didn't have to be quiet, though, because the music coming from the family room was very loud. As we peeked around the corner, we both at first thought the room was empty. But then we spotten Susan and her boyfriend writhing on the floor. Clothes were all over the room. Susan's sweater was lying by the fireplace and her boyfriend was down to his boxer shorts. They were locked in a total-bodylock embrace on the carpet in front of the couch. Carol and I had front-row seats! "See?" she whispered. "I told you they'd be making out!" Making ourselves comfortable, we stretched out on our bellies in the hall, beyond the faint light projected by the single lamp that was still shining at its lowest setting. Back in the family room, Susan's boyfriend had managed to disengage the industrial-strength fasteners on her bra. Released from their confines, Susan's huge breasts puddled back into mountains of flesh, as she lay there on her back. Her boyfriend tossed the bra back toward the couch and lowered his head to her chest. With his mouth removed from hers, we quickly understood why the stereo was playing so loudly -- Susan was moaning and groaning and breathlessly telling him how good he was making her feel. "God, Terry, I'm burning up. Suck my nipples! Run your tongue all over my boobs. Bite my nips!" Her boyfriend tried to follow her instructions, but it was clear he would have had to have help to do it all. Carol leaned over to me. "Look at his shorts," she whispered. I had been paying attention to the heaving mounds projecting from the chest of my babysitter, glistening in the lamplight with her boyfriend's saliva. Now I looked where my cousin indicated and saw the beefy end of his prick sticking out the opening in the front of his boxers. "This is going to be neat!" said Carol. Susan's muttering and groaning was getting louder, and now I could see that her boyfriend had his hand down the front of her panties and was moving his arm in a rhythmic motion. His hips had also adopted a rhythm of their own, as he rubbed the head of his cock against the outside of her thigh. Suddenly he stood up and spoke. "I've got to fuck you now, before your hot talk and sexy bod make me cum on the carpet." As he yanked down his shorts, Susan squirmed out of her underpants too. I didn't know where to look. His throbbing prick looked huge to me (though now I realize its size was probably pretty ordinary). The patch of hair at the bottom of Susan's belly was not much to see, but I stared nonetheless. As soon as she tossed her filmy panties aside, Susan spread her legs and put both hands in her crotch. "Jeez, Terry!" she said. "You look so hot standing there showing me your big dick! Let's suck each other first and then you can fuck me. That way you don't have to wear a rubber for your first cum." Beside me, Carol moved into a sitting position. When I glanced over at her, I began to burn with a new heat. My young cousin had removed her pajama bottoms and was rubbing her hand between her legs while she watched the action in the den. When she noticed me looking at her, she gave me a big grin and spread her legs even wider so I could see. The light wasn't very good, but I could tell she was digging her fingertips deep into the furrow between the hairless lips of her little pussy. When Carol turned her attention back to the family room, so did I. Terry was lowering his head between our sitter's outstretched thighs as his rigid prick descended toward her waiting lips. Susan's moaning and groaning was muffled once more as she slurped up her boyfriend's stiff six inches. In fact, there wasn't much to see, with the two teenagers' heads buried in each other's crotches. The wet sounds of their sucking could barely be heard over the booming stereo. I turned my head to look again at Carol and was greeted with an up-close look at her widespread crotch. Carol had leaned over on her side, away from me, so the leg on the carpet projected toward my head and her other knee was cocked vertically. Her right hand continued its rapid back-and-forth movement in the wet valley of her pussy. I found myself grinding my hips into the carpet, increasing the nice feeling in my stiff little peter. But then the sound effects started again in the family room. "Yes! Suck on my clit like that! I'm gonna get my cum! Bite my lips! Stick your tongue all the way inside of me! Ungh! Ohh! Arrrrr...." Susan babbled away as she humped her pelvis against her boyfriend's swiveling face. Unnoticed, his slimy prick slithered across her face and stabbed at her hair. With legs thrown wide, Susan wrenched her head backwards against the carpet and grunted repeatedly. If she hadn't kept babbling about good it felt, I would have thought her boyfriend was torturing her. In the dim light, Terry raised his head from Susan's crotch and turned to kneel with his legs on either side of her head. Levering his dick downward, he guided it into her panting mouth and began pistoning it deep into her throat. Susan began breathing noisily through her nose as she sucked and slurped his throbbing rod. I noticed she also had both hands busily working at the juncture of her thighs. In only a few moments, Terry grabbed the back of her head and started pulling her mouth all the way onto his cock. That was apparently too much for Susan, but her boyfriend was oblivious to her distress. As she tried to push him away, he moved his hips rapidly, only releasing her head when he threw back his own to bay his orgasm. Susan spit the slab of meat out of her mouth so she could breathe, but reached up to stroke the repeated squirts of juice out of his cock and all over her face. Her other hand returned to her own love-nest, restoring the rhythm of her hips as she worked her lover's still-rigid cock above her glazed eyes. Suddenly, Carol leaned over and whispered to me, "Let's go back to the bedroom." I wanted to stay and watch some more, feeling not only clever at spying on our sitter, but also fascinated by the animal behavior I was seeing. But I didn't want to be caught either, and I responded to my older cousin's entreaty by hurrying along behind her. I thought it was funny that she was carrying her pajama bottoms in her hand and her pale bare bottom glowed before me as we went back to my room. As I started to climb into my top bunk, Carol said, "Show me yours. I showed you mine." I was a little unsure about this. It was one thing to spy on teenagers, but it seemed extra naughty to be showing my female cousin the little piece of flesh that was so mysteriously stiff right then. But, as I hesitated on the bunk-bed ladder, Carol decided things for both of us by reaching through the rungs to extract my rigid pencil from my pajama fly. Her cool fingers felt so good that I let her go ahead. After grasping and releasing my prick several times, Carol said, "Come on down and sit on the bed with me. I'll let you touch mine too." It seemed entirely natural somehow that I would step out of my pajama bottoms and throw them on the top bunk. Carol sat primly on the edge of the bed, with her knees together and only a pale triangle of flesh at the bottom of her belly. I noticed the slit I had seen earlier was hidden at the bottom of her lap. As I sat down beside her, Carol opened her legs a bit and took my hand, guiding it between her thighs. When my fingertips touched flesh, she let go and returned to her exploration of my little-boy cock. Imitating the motion she had recently demonstrated, I rubbed my fingers up and down the front of her little furrow. In response, my cousin opened her legs wider, so I could begin to feel the damper flesh inside her downy outer lips. Without warning, Carol ducked her head into my lap and took my little stick into her mouth. I had thought that her fingers had felt good, but her mouth was clearly superior. I realize now that she knew nothing about cock-sucking technique, but the candy-stick analogy was good enough to get her started and give me plenty of pleasure. After a while, however, the feelings began to get less intense, and I just got sleepy. In addition, the level of music in the family room got lower and we became afraid that Susan would come in and catch us. Carol and I swore to each other that we would never tell anyone about our sex-play, climbed back into our pajamas and went to sleep. That was the beginning of a ten-year odyssey of mutual sexual exploration that ended only when Carol got married. If you are interested, I'll tell you more .... Chapter 2 The morning after our first sexual exploration -- the night my cousin Carol and I watched our sitter and her boyfriend suck and fuck and the night my young cousin first sucked my six-year-old penis and let me play with her ten-year-old pussy -- I was a little afraid to face her. Even though she was only ten years old, I was afraid I would get in trouble. But she woke up as I was getting down from the top bunk and gave me a huge grin. "That was fun, wasn't it?" she smiled at me. I knew then that everything was going to be all right. From that day on, Carol and I "played around" whenever we could. For example, whenever Carol stayed over at our house, we would try to take our baths together. When adults were out of the bathroom, Carol took a special interest in washing my prick and my balls. Using a washcloth at first, and then just her hand, she would stroke my crotch until the stimulation made my little prick stand up stiff. Then she would run her soapy fist up and down my shaft, giving me a warm, tingly sensation all over my body. I was too young to cum, but the feeling was wonderful, nonetheless. Many's the time I was forced to splash down when my mom or Carol's mom came back in the bathroom, in order to hide my stiff little cock. Sometimes I got the impression that they knew what was going on, because I could see their eyes get wide as they looked through the soapy water at my red and rigid little prong. But neither Carol's mom nor mine ever said anything. I would do the same for Carol's pussy. With her standing up in the tub, I would soap my hands and wash all over the outside and the inside of her slit, running my fingers from her butthole to the front of her pussy. She taught me to pay special attention to the little button at the top of her valley. When I rubbed it, the fleshy fold would turn into a hard ridge and a bright pink knob would appear. Carol made me keep running my soapy fingers all over her ridge and knob until she clamped her knees together and collapsed in the bathtub. She told me I had just given her a cum and she would grin at me crazily to let me know she really appreciated it. I know now that my cousin was obsessed with sex. She was always looking for a chance to see somebody naked, to spy on her parents when they were fucking, to walk into the bathroom while my dad was peeing so she could see his dick -- anything connected with sex was just fascinating to her. She also liked to show herself off to grown-up men. Carol had lots of tricks for showing grown-ups her pussy. For example, I had seen her wear a real loose bathing suit at the swimming pool and sit on the side of the pool with her heels on the little rim beneath the edge. When a man -- often a father playing with his kids -- would glance over at her, Carol would casually splay her legs so the man got a good look at the vertical slit winking between her hairless pussy lips. Or she would sit in the backward-facing seat of our station wagon, pull her shorts and underpants down to her knees, and kneel on the seat to talk to my parents in the front seat -- showing off her bare butt to some guy in the car behind. Carol told me about one particularly eventful afternoon several years earlier when she first found out about cumming. She was working on her homework one day while her mother was having an afternoon coffee for some women in the neighborhood. Carol was upstairs at her desk in her room when she heard someone humming outside her window. Looking out, she saw that a repairman was fixing some wiring on the power pole only a few feet from her window. Fastened by a big leather belt to the pole, he was whistling and humming a tune as he spliced together some cables. His position on the pole put his head just above Carol's window. Immediately, Carol saw an opportunity to show another grownup her naked charms. Hurrying to her closet, she quickly skinned out of her jeans and put on a frilly dress, leaving her underpants off. Returning to the window, she leaned out and spoke to the repairman. "Hi! What are you doing?" she said. The man jumped at her voice, but turned a warm smile down to the little girl in the window beside his perch. "I'm upgrading the electric service of your next-door neighbor," he said. Getting right to the point, Carol asked him, "Do you like my dress?" "Well it looks like a very pretty dress, I suppose, but I don't know much about little girls' clothes." "Do you like what's under my dress?" asked Carol, lifting the hem to display her naked pussy. She told me the repairman's eyes glowed with appreciation at the lewd sight. "Now that is something I know about, and you have a real cute little pussy there," he said. "Are you alone in your house?" "No," said Carol, "my mother and her friends are all downstairs, though, so you can look all you want." "Well," said the man, "I do like to look, but I'm just about through with my splicing, so I have to get back down soon. What else do you want to show me?" Carol said she was puzzled, because she couldn't think of anything else to show the man; her shows to date had been limited to displaying her bottom and pussy. But her perplexity must have shown on her face, because the reapirman had a suggestion. "Why don't you lie down on the floor next to the window where I can see you and spread your legs wide and pull your pussy lips open so I can see the insides of your little cunt?" This was fine with Carol, so she did just what he asked, opening her thin thighs in a veritable split and pulling the soft flesh open to show the repairman her most secret place. She told me the man smiled even more broadly. "Now rub yourself down there," directed the man outside her window. Carol said she had been rubbing herself for several years. But now, under the repairman's direction, she modified her then-normal whole-crotch rub to a more sophisticated masturbatory motion, trailing her fingers up and down the moistening valley that had opened between the hairless lips of her eight-year-old pussy. As he told her to, she again pulled her cuntlips open, showing him the wet pink flesh of her virginal furrow. When the lineman suggested that she concentrate her rubbing at the top of her slot, Carol found the nubbin of her clittie harder and more sensitive than ever before. She said she began enjoying this display more than any of her other experiences. "Now," said the repairman, "I guess you want to see mine, too." In fact, she had seen the "things" of other men and boys, but Carol found herself wanting very much to see the repairman display himself to her. "Stand up and come over by the window so you can see my dick," he said. "I want you to rub your pussy while I jack off for you." Carol said she immediately scrambled to her feet and stepped to the window. Her skirt was bunched under her arms, and both hands were busy in the inflamed valley between her legs. As she watched, the repairman released his steel-hard prick. Carol said she found the twitching half-foot of flesh fascinating. The told me the velvety head contrasted with the sculpted, veiny look of the pink shaft. Still talking rapidly to her in a frenzy of filth, the man wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke the loose skin up and down, covering and uncovering the mushroom head that was beginning to ooze with moisture. "You're a hot little girl to be showing me your pussy and masturbating while I watch. It makes me so hot I have to shoot my jism. I want you to watch and learn how a man makes himself cum." Carol said she didn't understand all the words he was using, but the sight of his increasingly rapid stroking was somehow increasing the intensity of the feelings in her own crotch. She found her ordinarily- frilly inner pussy lips now stiff and slimy. As she watched the man's straining member disappear again and again into his sliding fist, her finger began echoing its rhythm on her own distended clit, pulling the sheath of flesh back and forth over the shiny nubbin of her most sensitive spot. "Put your fingers inside your pussy. Finger-fuck yourself while I watch you. Stick a dildo in your asshole like you were being butt-fucked by some horse-cocked stud. Look at my cock because I'm just about to get my cum," mumbled the repairman, now far gone in his own fantasy. Carol tried to comply with at least one of his requests, holding her hairless lips open with one hand while pushing the middle finger of her other into her narrow opening. But her finger just wouldn't go inside. However, the sight of her attempt was the last straw for the masturbating repairman, because he grunted and groaned and spewed his sperm all over the power pole and the ground below. "Wow!" he panted. "You are really a hot little girl. When you grow up, maybe we can get together sometime and I'll put my prick inside your pussy and really make you feel terrific." With that, he zipped up his jeans and climbed down the pole. Carol said she wanted me to do some of those things to her -- once she found out what a "dildo" was and when we had a chance to really experiment with sex. And she wanted some more chances to see a man spurt that stuff out the end of his cock. Chapter 3 My young cousin Carol told me she had many other experiences with grownup men, in addition to her adventure with the electrical repairman jerking off outside her window while he watched her rub her pussy. She said it was amazing how many merchants, policemen, fathers, ministers and others were absolutely crazy about peeking up under her dress and otherwise showing her they were interested in her sexually. In fact, she really filled up my ears (and stiffened by young prick) with her tales. For example, she said the old guy who ran the doughnut shop in the nearby shopping center was just freaky about little girls. Carol said she found out about that from Wanda, a girl in my grade. (I'm four years younger than Carol, so Wanda would have been about six years old at the time of Carol's story.) Wanda told Carol she had been getting free doughnuts from that guy for years, and her mother thought it was just that the man gave away free doughnuts to all the kids. But Wanda told her the secret was that you had to show the man your underpants. So, Carol told me, she tried it one day when the doughnut shop was pretty busy. When no one was looking, she ducked behind the counter and squatted in a corner where only the man could see her. When he bent down to get some jelly-filled doughnuts for a customer, he spotted her there and started to say something. But he remained silent when Carol opened her legs to show him the crotch of her panties stretched tight across her ten-year-old pussy. In fact, he smiled at her real big and handed her one of the jelly doughnuts. Carol told me she had been back lots of times, and had found out the deal was one doughnut for a show of panties, and three doughnuts if she pulled her underpants down and showed him her naked pussy. Sometimes, she and Wanda would go together and get a half dozen doughnuts by just opening their jeans and pulling the front of their underpants down to display the hairless folds of their little pussies. Carol said she thought the doughnut man was kind of unusual, because, unlike most other grownups, he never tried to show Carol his own equipment. Nor did he ever try to touch her. Of course, Carol was always ready to get a gander at another penis, so she was a little disappointed. But she said the no-touching part was all right with her, because the previous summer she had a real scare with the temporary popsicle man. I remembered the guy she was talking about. He filled in for the regular driver in our neighborhood for a week at the end of the summer. He was younger than our regular guy -- about 22 or so -- and I thought he was real nice. But Carol said she suspected he was sexually interested in little kids because he encouraged the younger ones to come up into his truck and choose their own ice cream, picking them up to let them look down into the freezers. Sure enough, when he picked Carol up to let her gaze down into the glass-covered freezer compartments, she felt his fingers insinuate themselves into the crack in her bottom. At the moment this was happening, she told me, she wasn't worried; she was just glad to find another guy who would probably give her something free if she showed him her crotch. So she smiled over her shoulder to indicate it was all right with her if he felt her up. Right away, she said, the young man reached between her thighs and pulled her shorts and underpants out of the way so he could stroke the bare flesh of her little cunt. Carol said she felt scared and vulnerable all of a sudden, suspended in the cool, dark space of the ice cream truck while a stranger ran his fat fingers back and forth between the hairless lips of her pussy. Especially because no one else was around the truck at that moment. After a few seconds of fondling her crack, though, the ice cream man put her down, apparently forgetting about her ice cream. "You better not tell anyone about this or I'll do something terrible to you," he suddenly growled. When Carol assured him she wouldn't tell, the guy quickly leaned out the window of his truck to make sure no one was coming and then opened his pants to release his stiffening cock. My cousin said she wasn't really surpised that he was doing that, but she was surprised at the size of the fleshy hose he hauled out of his underwear. She said the ice cream guy had a really big one -- about seven or eight inches long and getting longer as it stiffened before her wide eyes. She told me it was red and knarly, with veins sticking out all over the shaft and skin covering up the end of it. He grabbed her wrist roughly, pulled her over and put her hand on the meaty shaft. "Jack me off real nice and I'll give you a free popsicle," he leered down at her. Carol said she started to move the skin back and forth on the erecting pillar of flesh projecting from the ice cream man's crotch, imitating the action she had seen on the electrical lineman outside her window. But, even as the hot, throbbing cock stiffened even more as she stroked it, she felt herself wilting before the intensity of the gaze the man fastened on her. She became afraid that she wasn't doing it right. She apparently needn't have worried, though, because the man grunted and reached below his twitching cock to extract his balls from his underwear. As Carol masturbated him, he rubbed and stretched the hairy sack in time with her manipulations. "Here," he suddenly grunted, "you're not going fast enough. I'll do myself while I do you too." Carol said she wasn't feeling particularly sexually excited, but was afraid to say anything. Reaching down, the man tugged Carol's shorts and underpants to her ankles. He then lifted her up and sat her bare bottom on the frigid glass top of the ice cream chest and positioned her so her gaping thighs exposed the pink inner lips of her little cunt. As he began pounding his fist furiously up and down his straining, nine-inch boner, he spread my cousin's thighs wider and probed between the nude lips of her pussy with the middle finger of his other hand while also using another finger to poke at her asshole. Of course, she was too young to take anything that big into her cunt, so he could have really hurt her. She told me she was too scared to cry out. Luckily for Carol, the ice cream man's big cock began erupting almost immediately, before his forceful probing could drive his fingers very far into her virginal canals. Carol told me she just sat there with her thighs spread wide, fascinated at the close-up sight of the seemingly-endless spurts of milky fluid surging from the end of the man's thobbing dick. She was glad to see him smile at her as he squeezed the final few drops onto the metal floor of the ice cream truck. After reminding her she couldn't tell anyone, he gave her a free ice cream bar. And he gave her another free one every other day he came by, but she didn't have to show him her underpants or anything. He just recognized her and gave her a freebie. Although the ice cream man never again asked to see her pussy that week, Carol said she got to see his cock again. Later that week, she saw his truck parked on a nearby street, so she headed over to get a free popsicle. When she peeked in the truck, she saw the ice cream man masturbating while he sucked Russel Wharton's cock. I guess I was a little shocked at that, because Russel was younger than me -- only five years old at that time. Chapter 4 One day when I was about seven (and Carol was eleven), my little cousin's sexual curiosity paid off for us (and especially for me) in a big way. Our school was having a paper drive, and one Saturday, we were Shanghaied into helping take bundles of paper out of people's car trunks and load it into a big trailer parked in the school yard. I was sweating like a pig, struggling with the sliding stacks of newspapers and magazines, while Carol was separating the resulting mountains into categories. I remember that National Geographics were in their own blocks of yellow towers. As we walked home later, Carol stopped, looked up and down the street, and pulled me into a vacant lot, behind some bushes. "Look at what I found," she whispered to me excitedly. And she pulled three magazines from her knapsack. To my utter amazement, they were filled with photos of naked children, including some shots of kids fucking each other and being fucked by adults. I may have been amazed, but Carol was obviously turned on. Flopping down on the ground behind the bush, she opened one of the magazines and started pointing out all the exciting action to me. "Oh, wow!" she gasped, "See how this girl is licking that other little girl's button like Dianne did to me? And look at how this little girl is rubbing this grown-up man's big old thing!" We hadn't yet learned all the names at that time, as I recall. As she turned the pages behind the bush in that dusty lot, my hot little cousin reached under her skirt and began mashing the cotton fabric of her panties into her moistening slit. I was a little turned on by the pictures, I guess, and by the sight of my pretty young cousin rubbing her panties into the wet slot of her crotch. But I was mostly worried that someone would come along and catch us. As Carol turned the pages, pointed out even more sexy pictures, and moved her panties aside to masturbate her naked pussy, I felt my little penis stiffen. But I couldn't really enjoy myself. I kept looking up and down the street. When I mentioned that I was nervous, Carol looked up with an annoyed expression on her face. But then she seemed to brighten up. "Hey, I think my folks are supposed to be playing golf this afternoon! Let's go to my house and see if we have it to ourselves." When we got to her house, her parents were gone, and had left a note saying they wouldn't be back for about three hours. I called home to tell my mom that I had stopped by Carol's house for a drink after the paper drive. She must have assumed Carol's mom was home, because she didn't tell me to hurry home or anything. I was glad to get off the public street, but Carol was glad to get out of her underwear. As I talked on the phone, I watched her step out of her panties and plop down on the couch in the family room. Opening another magazine, she put the foot nearest me up on the couch and resumed stroking and pulling at the flesh of the hairless valley at the juncture of her splayed thighs. When I came into her family room, Carol had several more pictures she wanted to show me. "Look at this one. It looks like this little boy is just about your age. Look at how he's sticking his thing into this little girl's bottom. That looks neat! Will you do that to me?" It was a hot picture all right. Although the little boy and girl in the picture seemed to be enjoying it, I wasn't really sure I wanted to put my peter in my cousin's shit-hole. But Carol said she'd "suck my lollipop" to get me ready. Well, that's all it took, and I agreed readily. First, though, we finished looking through the magazines. As we stared excitedly at the smooth bodies of children in sexual situations, the atmosphere in Carol's family room became charged with the energy of raw sex. At her urging, I shed my pants and sat beside her on the couch, rubbing the skin up and down my little rod while we stared at the various pictures -- a six-year old girl spreading the hairless lips of her chubby pussy for the camera; a ten-year-old boy retracting his glistening rigid prick from the lipsticked mouth of a big-titted grownup woman; a twelve-year-old girl with her puffy nipples distended while an older boy, with hair just beginning to grow above his dick, jammed his fat stiff rod into her still-hairless slit; and that picture of a very young boy inserting his quivering little boner in a ten-year-old girl's asshole. "Oh, I want you to do that to me," groaned my little cousin. Pushing the magazines to the floor, she lowered her head to my lap, sucking my little prong hungrily into her wet mouth. She took the entire shaft in her mouth and rubbed her lips and tongue all over it. She sucked the whole shaft and then concentrated on the glans. Stimulated as I already was, the sensation of her rough tongue swirling around the head of my rock-hard dick was almost too much to bear. But Carol stopped sucking me almost as soon as she had started. Dropping to the carpet in front of me, she flipped up her skirt to show me her gleaming buttocks and the reddish valley between them. Her puckered little anus beckoned to me. "Go ahead and stick it in my bottom," she whispered, waving her butt before my dazed eyes. "I want to be fucked like that little girl in the picture." By now, I was willing, so I knelt behind her and tried to stick it in blindly, by just thrusting with my hips. But that didn't work. My spit- slicked prick slid all over her crack, but wouldn't lodge in her tiny asshole. Apparently, there was more this fucking stuff than met the eye. Carol told me to stay still for a minute and she reached between her legs to pull my dick downward while she backed her bottom hole onto the head. My cock was still a little wet from her mouth, but apparently not wet enough, because she let go of my prick and delivered a mouthful of spit to her backside, smearing it all over, but making sure she got plenty around her pink butthole. Grabbing my cock again, she succeeded in getting my dickhead lodged inside her bottom hole. "Now fuck me," she grunted. We might not have known all the words for body parts, but we both knew fucking was what it was all about. With her permission, I madly thrust my little cock all the way inside my cousin's asshole. It was lucky for her my prick was so small, because she wasn't lubricated on the inside, and the tight sphincter of her anus removed almost all the spit from my stick as I stuck it in her. She later told me it wasn't pleasant for the first several strokes; until my pistoning prick managed to introduce some soothing moisture. Within a few more seconds, though, Carol was babbling about how great it felt and I was sliding my dick rapidly in and out of a tight, moist cavern that caressed my stiffness like the world's best blow job. The hip- jerking action of fucking seemed suddenly natural to me, as though I had been doing it for years. My first fuck only lasted another 30 seconds, though, because Carol reached back between her legs and started tweaking her clittie. This pushed her over the edge and she had one of her monstrous orgasms, causing her to collapse on the floor, leaving my wet dick twitching in mid-air. She rolled around on the floor with her thighs clamped together until her spasms subsided. I just stood there on my knees until she opened her eyes. When she recovered, she told me the very idea of being really fucked was so exciting that it made her cum even bigger than usual. I wanted her to suck me some more, but she refused, because of where my prick had just been. In the past, I had been satisfied to stop playing these games when Carol got her jollies. This time, though, I was too stimulated. I seemed to need some type of release. Carol came up with the idea, showing me a photo in one of the magazines she had looked at while I was on the phone with my mom. A young boy lay on his back on a couch, jerking himself off, while another hairless young boy knelt by the couch and fucked the first one in his bottom. At first, I thought Carol was just suggesting another position for me to fuck her bottom some more, which sounded fine to me. But she had another idea. She went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of salad oil and a carrot. She had me lie on a towel on the carpet while she carefully spread the oil on my dick and balls. Only a few moments of this and my little prick was once again filled with blood and was twitching against my belly. Carol guided my hand to my crotch, while she lifted both my knees and spread my legs to reveal my asshole. As I rubbed my cock and balls furiously, she inserted a small, oiled carrot into my ass. At first, she tried to go too fast (perhaps to get even with me for my impulsiveness), and it hurt. But when I yelped, she soon settled into a slow, shallow butt-fuck that, combined with my feverish manipulation of my oily genitals, filled my body with warm, tingly feeling. I found myself grunting with each insertion of the carrot and rubbing the underside of my oily dick harder and faster. After about 45 seconds of this dual stimulation, I felt these sensations build to a crescendo of tingling all over my body. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced! Although nothing squirted out of my prick, that was my first orgasm. For the next year or so, this was the only way I could really get off, so I got in the habit of putting a finger or something else small and smooth in my asshole while I jacked my cock. Before I went home that day, I fucked Carol in the butt again, smearing salad oil all over her crotch and sliding my dick in her butthole easily. She got another cum, but I didn't, not even when she fucked me again with the carrot. Also, we took a shower together to remove the oil. (to be continued)