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Out and About the Neighborhood
by Gcabbett (gcabbett@gmail.com)
***
Tis stated that only a limited few of mankind can recall much
before the age of three. Usually what we remember is that which we
have been told by the family and friends. I fit in the three and
older category. I remember bits and pieces of memorable occasions
when I could indulge my curiosity of a sexual nature towards the
females in my comings and goings. The older I got, the more I can
recall. This is a memoir of a horny kid. (toddler-voy, mf, ped,
voy, mast)
***
'Tis stated that only a limited few of mankind can recall much
before the age of three. Usually what we remember is that which we
have been told by the family and friends. I fit in the three and
older category. I remember bits and pieces of memorable occasions
when I could indulge my curiosity of a sexual nature towards the
females in my comings and goings. The older I got, the more I can
recall. This is a memoir of a horny kid.
Perhaps somewhere near the age of five, I vivid remember bathing
with my mom and my two year old sister when it came bath time. Mom
would sit at one end of the tub with her legs open touching the
sides of the tub, sis sitting between the open legs, showing me
her little open slit with mom exposing her black hairy vagina to
us while we played in the water.
The warm water must have relaxed mom as she would soon have her
eyes closed. I took advantage of that closed eye moment to not
only check out mom's interesting crotch, but wash sis' wide open
silky pink vagina . My mother must have been aware of my need to
exercise my male curiosity because she would only laughingly scold
in a mild way when she found me scrubbing sister dears lovely
little puffy slit. Sis just giggling her head off, and me with a
decent woody for a five year old.
One has to admit sexual awareness and curiosity starts with
sisters and female cousins, even moms, for us young studs. It
always amazes me when I allow my mind to review the delightful
past, the eagerness of these lovely young ladies to indulge me
when ever I suggested a bit of tete' a tete' in some interesting
way.
Sis was easy to convince to let me tickle her warm little mons.
We'd find a place to hide in the house where we could each stroke
the others sex 'til nosey mom come calling, wanting to know what
we were doing in the closet. I'd tell her, "just seeing how dark
it was in there."
My mother was a coffee klatch type of woman. She and the neighbor
ladies rotated to each other's houses starting on Monday, for
coffee and stories, and sharing their tales of misery. None of the
group were much over twenty two or three.
In the WWII era, women wore cotton housedresses and not much else
especially in the summer time. With nothing better to do while
these morning sessions took place, I would lay on the kitchen
floor, messing with a toy and listen to the gossip and tales. I
soon discovered that none of the four or five women wore
underpants much.
Needless to say, I was soon under the table admiring each of the
hairy snatches where I discovered the stimulating pungent odors
that collected under the table. Oh there was a blatant white Kotex
pad (I have to be truthful in that I had no knowledge in the
matter of women's monthlies) or an occasional white cotton panties
with the owner's dark pubic hair peeping out here and there, from
time to time. Not one of these women paid any attention to me
sitting under the table, star gazing and rubbing my pulsing
erection. Just a kid.
On more than one occasion, I received a hot show as at least one
of the coffee crowd casually massaged her pussy, her active hand
hidden under the table edge, her legs scissoring back and forth at
her knees, as she listened to the relating of last nights sexual
exploits by one of the girls. My mother was not exempt from
stimulating her hairy pudenda either I noticed. These coffee
klatches could last the better part of a morning.
I was also blessed with female playmates, the offspring of the
visiting ladies. Sometimes one or two of these kids would join me
under the table, just as interested in the view as I was. After
watching the adult activity for a short while awhile, the
playmates were receptive to my hot eager hands massaging their
crotches. I was amazed how hot and agitated these young ladies
became after just a few minutes of fingering their wide-open
slits. The labia would swell, their love button would stiffen
after a few strokes of my fingers, the heat and moisture
inundating my hands; nothing like playing with two at the same
time.
They would soon have one of their hands on top on mine as I worked
away. Usually they would reciprocate by massaging my hard-on as I
fingered their lovely pudenda. I don't recall anyone of us
reaching a soul retching orgasm, but maybe. There was definitely
closed eyes, heavy breathing through a part open mouth, and
flushed faces along with the hot, moist silky pussy, lots of butt
movement.
I never hesitated to encourage them to join me in a secluded
closet or even under a bed, in whomever's house we happen to be in
that day. Of course, once ensconced in privacy, off would come
their panties, and my pants and under shorts. After I had
introduced them to my penis next to their vaginas, these girls
were eager to be stimulated even more. Now you must wonder how a
five year old could know about fucking.
Well, our house was a new move-on two room where the main bed was
in the front room as was my bed. I awoke from a nap one early
afternoon to witness my sometime dad and mom fucking like there
was no tomorrow on the main bed maybe ten feet from me. A viewing
kid didn't seem to bother his lustful passion as he hammered mom's
honey pot. Anyway I got an eyeful and some education.
Hidden away, I would take turns fingering and kissing my young
companion's pussies. They were more than ready for me to place my
erect prick between their puffy labia after my eager tongue had
added to their readiness. Cunnilingus must come natural to many at
an early age. I didn't hesitate when asked to kiss their
delightful silk like pussies. Now, I might hesitate for at least a
few seconds if I was staring at a big super hairy mons.
In the darkness I couldn't see their faces as we fucked, but their
heavy breathing and humping my cock as I pushed against their hot,
moist pussies was enough. Their subtle sexual essence tantalized
my olfactory senses traveling down my nerve system to my overly
hard cock. One of the girls must have had a minimal hymen as I was
surprised to be able to penetrate, to slip into her tight canal
after several pumps against her open flower. She humped even
harder now, rotating her butt as I stroked.
Her companion soon reminded us it was her turn. Of course I had to
accommodate-fairs fair.
Bathing with mom, sis and I in the tub at the same time didn't
bother mom one bit. I grew more curious as well as braver each
bath session as I admired her lovely hairy vagina. Sis and I would
take turns sitting between her legs. I made a point to move back
against her pussy if I could, accidentally touching it as often as
I pretended to scratch my butt. Mom didn't seem to mind unless my
fingers lingered. She would say, "careful there mister." I would
then refocus on sister's inviting pussy for a while then I would
scratch my butt again with my unoccupied hand. Each time I went
next to mom's pudenda, I was sure the area was hotter.
I liked to pretend I was swimming on these bath sessions. I would
make a point to face mom's heavy bush as I moved forward between
her open legs. Of course, I couldn't help bumping into her open
labia. I kissed her lovely open flower several times before she
said, "behave your self," but not to unkindly.
We eventually moved to different part of the city. Changing
neighborhoods can be exciting for a kid. I was about seven at that
time
as I recall. I was pleasantly surprised to find I had a new
potential female playmate next door. She was a cute outgoing seven
year old blond. Her dad was a builder of some sort. He had
converted their old rear garage off the alley into a sleeping
room/playhouse. I didn't hesitate to pursue getting into her
panties early on in our acquaintance, seemed the proper thing to
do to get know one another better. And the playhouse with this
large full sized bed practically shouted at me -"COME HERE !"
She really surprised me as I made my pitch, she quickly agreed,
stepped out of her clothes, all of her clothes, then bounced into
bed. She was hot from the moment I ran my fingers down her nude
silky slit. Her moisture was abundant. My finger slipped into her
hot throbbing canal. Again very little hymen. Immediately she
commenced humping my eager fingers.
She mewed and moaned as I stroked her wide open flower. My over
stiff prick reminded me it was time to fuck. I kissed her love
button then crawled between her tan legs. My tool kissed her hot
moist slit. I started to pump kinda up down her slit. On the third
in pass I slipped into her hot tight canal. I was in heaven as I
fucked. She met me stroke for stroke "ooing" and "aahing" with
each movement.
I actually climaxed for the first time. Dry but never the less an
orgasm. I was paralyzed for a few moments. She kept right on
fucking. "Ooing" and "aahing" with each stroke. I stayed erect.
(Nice to Be a Kid) She was not about to quit. When I relive that
wonderful occasion in my mind, I surmise she must have been nymph.
At seven no less. I grew nervous at the thought of an uninvited
visitor. I finally convinced her to stop for now, tomorrow was
another day.
Our play time continued on a regular basis-daily; neither of us
tiring of the wonderful stroking. After the first time I had
lightly tongued her love button, she demanded more time spent on
the oral foreplay before I could climb between her firm wide
spread legs and savoir her hot moist flower. She would pull hard
on my butt cheeks and moan as I pushed in, bumping her clitoris
with each stroke. I don't think she had really experienced a
strong climax if one at all 'til we became steady little lovers.
When I would finally soften to the point of no more stroking, she
would again beg for me to kiss her still erect clitoris. I could
never say no knowing full well I would be hard again in a few
licks and kisses. What a delightful stimulant to smell her sexual
essence as I tasted her moist flower.
It was during this period of time that mom hired a baby sitter. I
remember a girl of perhaps 13, who lived across the street. A
plain typical girl with a rectangular face with wide set eyes over
a turned up nose, with a pronounced limp from a slightly deformed
leg. Even with the limp, she would attain some natural beauty in
time. To a seven year boy, she looked good.
Her instructions were to put my sister and I down for our
afternoon naps. The three of us bedded down on the full size bed
mom, sis and I slept on. My sister nodded off to dream land almost
immediately. I had other ideas.
It didn't take much pestering to get the sitters panties off, she
wasn't wearing any. She asked me in a quiet voice to run my
fingers lightly all over her thighs as she pulled her cotton dress
up to her waist. I was in heaven as I gazed at her fat lipped
pussy with the pink lips showing, and a tuft of brown hair at the
beginning of her slit. I removed my underpants, which I normally
slept in, and rubbed my erect tool.
She closed her eyes soon after I started to feather massage as she
had asked. She opened her legs quite wide. Her sexual aroma was
pungent, and stimulating to my erect throbbing prick. I watched
wide eyed as her love button became very pronounced, similar to my
prick I realized. She ran her fingers lightly over her erect
clitoris then moving down to her swollen labia finally inserting
her middle finger into that moist canal. The heel of her hand
massaged her erect button as she slowly finger fucked her inviting
canal. She moaned with each stroke. Her ass moved to meet her
finger insertion. I panted and "oohed" with all that was going on.
I change position, now lying between her wide spread legs on my
stomach, my face almost touching her knuckle of the probing
finger. The essence was stronger, intoxicating. I moved her hand
away from her open flower. My face seemed to bury itself in the
wetness of her open pussy. She put her hand on my head and pulled
me tight. I run my tongue up and down her open crevice, tasting
her tantalizing hot wetness, my nose rubbing her erect clitoris.
Her humping became more urgent. Her moans louder. I was stroking
my hard-on in unison to her movements. I sensed she was close to
something as she pulled my face tighter to her pussy. I was
already exploding as she gagged and yelled at nearly the same
time, soaking my face and filling my mouth as she released. A new
experience for a seven year old. I collapsed, totally worn out.
She was not done yet. She motioned me up so we were face to face.
She kissed my lips as her warm soft wet hand grasped my still hard
prick.
I can only guess she collected some of her wetness before taking
hold of my prick, sliding up and down the tender shaft. My fingers
quickly found her wet slit as she stimulated me. What ever de-
tumescent that had taken place when I climaxed, was gone. I was
super hard again.
She finally pulled me over between her legs. I knew what to do at
that moment. I didn't have much but it slipped in to her canal
very nicely. She proceeded to help me fuck her by grabbing my hips
and ass. We fucked for at least ten minutes. She was at her peak
again. I could feel her vagina muscles clasping my prick. She
gagged and yelled as before but louder I think. Her climax was
contagious, I exploded again too. Her wetness saturated my prick
and balls. The smell of our activity permeated the room. She
continued to fuck my prick as she achieved another loud climax. I
will never tire of the pungent tantalizing smell.