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Cousin Carol - Chapter 3-6
Author Unknown
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)
--
thole 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)
--
title: Cousin Carol - Chapter 6
As I've said before, the more I heard about my young cousin's exploits,
the more I realized she was simply obsessed with sex. Though she was
only eighteen years old, she seemed to spend a sizeable proportion of
her
childhood trying to catch a glimpse of a sex act or someone's sexual
parts.
It didn't seem to matter to her if it was a fourteen-year-old neighbor
boy
playing in his backyard wading pool, two dogs fucking at the park, a
girl
her own age changing her clothes at the swimming pool, a teenage couple
fucking in a parked car, or an old drunk pissing in the alley. Just to
see
a glimpse of genitalia or sexual situations, she spied on her mother and
her
father, on my mother and father, and on neighbors and strangers of all
ages.
Because of her obsession and her curiosity, I'm sure she saw more nudity
-- and a LOT more sex -- than anyone else in her 12th-grade class.
One of Carol's favorite tricks was to follow people into the woods near
her
house, where she could hide to watch a man or woman urinate or a young
couple making love. She told me there was a lot of sexual stuff going
on in that suburban clump of trees.
An old, abandoned street came off a busy road on the other side from
Carol's
house and dead-ended in the middle of the woods. It was apparently a
popular night-time parking spot for teenagers, but Carol wasn't allowed
to
go wandering around the woods after dark. Still, she apparently managed
to
see a lot of interesting and exciting stuff during the daylight hours by
just keeping her eye on the entrance to the woods a half-block from her
front yard. When she saw someone going into the woods, she would hurry
through her back yard into a maze of paths to spy on promising
situations.
Carol said she got a particular kick out of watching one young couple
from
the nearby high school who hurried to the woods each and every day after
school to masturbate each other before heading home. Her enjoyment came
more from the comic nature of their display than any sexual enjoyment
she
may have gotten. If she ran from our highschool, Carol could manage
to be in her hiding place when the two ordinary-looking teenagers
stepped
furtively into the clump of trees they had chosen for their afternoon
delight. Actually, Carol said, there wasn't much to see. In a
matter-of-
fact way, the pimply-faced boy would open his jeans and push his pants
down
around his thighs while the girl raised her dress and pulled her
underwear
to her knees. Carol mostly just got a quick glimpse of the girl's hairy
crotch and the boy's half-hard boner before the two of them crashed
together in a fevered embrace, kissing frantically and rubbing each
other's
privates. Depending on which way they were facing, Carol also sometimes
saw
the boy's squirting climax, as the girl stroked his creamy seed into the
dirt. After their mutual orgasms, they both would straighten their
clothing
and hurry home.
Although it didn't take much for Carol to find a peek sexually
stimulating,
some of the sights she saw back in those woods were hot enough or
unusual
enough to go into some kind of sex study. For example, she told me
about
watching one day from a clump of bushes when a taxicab pulled up at the
end of the dead-end street. A well-dressed woman, wearing lots of
jewelry and looking like something out of "Dallas" or "Dynasty" got out.
Carol was afraid she had been spotted as this gorgeous woman headed
right
for her hiding place. The burly black cab driver was following her.
But
the two stepped behind a tower of thorn bushes that hid them from the
road.
As Carol looked on, the beautiful woman smiled and pulled her dress up
around her hips. She was wearing dark stockings and a red garter belt,
but
no underpants. With a wide grin at her cab driver, she turned away and
leaned her elbows on a large log, presenting her bare backside to him.
As Carol watched breathlessly, the man unzipped his pants and jammed
a huge black cock into the society matron's defenseless pussy. Then, as
she urged him on in the dirtiest imaginable language, he pulled out his
massive dripping cock and proceeded to fuck her viciously in the butt.
The
harder her slammed into her asshole, the viler the woman's language
became,
until Carol couldn't understand her at all. She told me the man soon
grunted mightily and apparently squirted his stuff into her asshole, the
woman gave him some money and wiped herself off, and the two of them
drove
away in the cab as if nothing had happened.
Another time, she saw two teen-aged-boys dance around naked in a
clearing and then suck each others' pricks. They ran away when she
stepped
from her hiding place to join them. One afternoon, she spied on a real
old
woman who paid a teenaged guy to lick her grey-haired pussy. Carol said
the
old woman grunted and moaned from the second the young guy's tongue
touched
her, so she was getting her money's worth.
It was also in those neighborhood woods that she saw Dianne Clement, a
neighbor who was about four years older than Carol. By the time Carol
told
me the story, Dianne and her family had already moved to another town.
But
when Carol spotted her in the woods, Dianne was in a secluded clearing,
being photographed by her father. Carol was just about to step out of
her
spying spot to say hello when Dianne pulled up her skirt for her
father's
next snapshot!
Carol told me Dianne was about 24 years old then, and was wearing
her uniform from the Catholic school she had attended -- blue-and-white
plaid jumper, white blouse, blue knee socks and black shoes. Her pale
blonde hair was fixed in two ponytails tied with blue ribbon, making her
look even younger than she really was.
As Carol looked on, Dianne yanked up the hem of her skirt before her
father's camera to reveal the remainder of her costume -- plain white
underpants. From the splay-legged postures which followed, it was clear
she was displaying her cotton-covered pussy for her father to
photograph!
Dianne and her father were too far away for Carol to hear clearly what
they were saying, but the man was fussing with his camera and apparently
giving Dianne posing instructions. Also, from time to time, he would
look up and glance around to make sure no one was coming along to
discover
them. Carol decided to stay in her hiding place and see what happened.
After a few more panty-crotch shots, Dianne's father moved in closer
with his camera and Dianne began to remove her underpants. She first
just pulled the cloth to one side to reveal her pussy. Carol told me
that, despite Dianne's age, it looked like it shaved clean
on the downy lips of her little snatch. As her father snapped away,
Dianne used her fingers to spread her pussy lips wider and then put
one of her fingers deep inside the reddened hole that was revealed.
Allowing her underwear to cover her crotch once more, Dianne began a
strange, stop-motion striptease, lowering her underpants by degrees,
pausing at each stage so her father could get the best shot possible
of each phase of a young girl undressing.
Carol crept closer to try to see more and to hear what they were saying.
From behind a bush only ten feet from where they stood, Carol could see
and hear everthing that went on in the clearing.
"That's great, honey," said Dianne's father. "Now pull your panties
down to about the middle of your thighs and hold your skirt up. Smile
right into the camera."
As the 24-year-old complied with her father's instructions, Carol
looked more closely at Dianne's handsome father. Being the sexual
observer that she was, Carol naturally immediately noticed the large
projection in the front of his trousers that indicated how excited the
man was -- and how well-endowed by nature.
Suddenly, Dianne's father stood up and said, "Hold it right there,
sweetie.
Daddy needs to put some more film in the camera."
As the man fumbled with his camera, Carol noticed that her neighbor
Dianne
was stroking her bare slit and looking hungrily at her dad's tented
pants.
So Carol knew she was probably going to see some hot sex between the two
if
she stayed around long enough.
In a few moments, Dianne's father was ready to shoot some more pictures.
"Hey, honey," he said to his daughter, "don't play with yourself yet.
You know I like to watch everything you do to your little pussy. But
the guys who buy these pictures like to think you're only about ten or
eighteen years old, so don't start smearing your juices all over your
crotch. Most teens don't leak that stuff like you do."
As she watched the man and his daughter and listened to their sexy talk,
Carol naturally snaked her own fingers into the oversized leg of her
shorts and began to squeeze and pinch the rubbery flesh of her own
sexual
folds. She watched closely as young Dianne finished removing her cotton
underpants, using the pants to wipe her bare pussy dry. Dianne then
began
to unbutton her white blouse, in a repeat of the stop-motion pattern
that
allowed her father to photograph each stage of a her undressing.
As her father moved in for close-ups of her small breast mounds crowned
with pale pink nipples, Carol noticed that Dianne had resumed stroking
her pussy-flesh, shooting her finger again and again deep into the
valley
between her gleaming, bald cuntlips, and smearing her liquid emissions
all over her crotch. Her breasts responded to these sexual caresses by
becoming more firm and pointed, with the nipple-flesh becoming darker
and
separating from the mounds below to become towers atop towers. Carol
told
me her own pussy was getting pretty wet about then.
"OK, honey. Let me set up the tripod and we'll get a few shots of you
sucking on my prick." As her father aimed the camera, Dianne settled on
a nearby log, hiking her skirt around her waist and spreading her legs
so the red crease of her pussy opened toward the camera. She opened her
blouse all the way, spreading it apart to shrug off her shoulders a bit.
With her schoolgirl skirt bunched around her waist, framing her hairless
pussy with plaid wool, and her pale, swollen chest-bumps set off by her
blond pigtails, Dianne looked like every child-lover's dream.
Trailing the shutter cable behind him, Mr. Clement stepped over to his
daughter and allowed her to grasp his bar of manflesh through his
trousers.
Carol heard the camera click, registering on film the hot sight of this
disheveled little girl grasping a grownup's cock. As soon as she heard
the
sound of the shutter, Dianne unzipped her father's pants and reached
inside.
Click. She pulled the meaty head of her father's fat penis out of his
fly.
Click. She levered the eight-inch bar of meat into the open, sliding
her
hand to the base. Click.
As Carol looked on hungrily, Dianne proceeded, in stop-motion fashion,
to
unbuckle her father's belt and tug his boxer shorts down so she could
fondle the big testicles dangling below his straining prick. When his
privates were completely bare, the young girl positioned her head to
first
lick and then suck her father's big dick. Carol saw that Mr. Clement's
cock
was not only long, but it was also thick, projecting from the black
forest
of hair at the bottom of his belly like a huge salami. Of course,
Dianne
couldn't take such a slab of flesh completely into her mouth, but she
opened
as wide as she could to slide the tip of her daddy's cock between her
wet lips.
Watching this grownup's huge organ glistening with his daughter's
saliva,
Carol told me she soon had her own shorts and underpants around her
thighs
and was rubbing her slot furiously at the outrageously sexy sight of a
gal sucking off an guy.
And that was her undoing. In a few moments, my little cousin was
overtaken
by one of her big, convulsive orgasms, causing her slam her thighs
together
with the intensity of the sensations rippling through her little body.
Wrapped up in her own orgasmic world, Carol was unaware of her loud
groans
and the noise she made as she collapsed to the ground in her hiding
place.
When she could open her eyes again, Carol found Mr. Clement standing
over
her with a stern expression on his face, with his daughter giggling
behind
him.
"Well, young lady, I see you were enjoying our little show," he rumbled.
Carol realized then that her hand was still buried in her crotch, her
pants
were bunched around her knees, and she had leaves all over her clothes
and
in her hair.
"Just stay where you are for a second," he said. "Dianne, go get the
camera
for me."
Carol said she was too scared to do anything but lie right there in
front of Dianne's father. She kept her hand in her crotch, for once
hiding her little slit, instead of showing it off.
When Dianne returned with the camera, Mr. Clement stood over Carol and
twisted the lense to focus it. "Now, Carol, take your hand away so I
can
get a picture of your little pussy," he said, gently.
Carol was a little afraid, but she obeyed the man, removing her hand
from
her crotch.
"That's very good. Now open your legs a little bit so I can see the
lovely
shape of your sweet little valley."
Under Mr. Clement's urging, my cousin first spread her legs and then
pulled
open her lightly haired pussy lips as the camera clicked. She pulled up
her
tee-shirt to reveal the swollen nipples that marked where her breasts
would
someday be, and she wet them with her spittle and pinched them into
erect
towers.
"Now," said Dianne's father, "I have all these pictures of you that I
can
show your parents, in case you're ever tempted to tell on us."
Carol suddenly went cold with fear. Although her parents (and mine too)
were very liberal when it came to sex, Carol knew her folks would be
totally
freaked if they were to see any of the pictures Mr. Clement had just
taken.
"I won't tell," she sniffled. "I won't ever tell anybody."
"I'm sure she won't, Daddy," said Dianne. "But let's get some shots of
her licking my pussy. And maybe I can take some pictures of you fucking
her."
Neither of these possibilities sounded very good to Carol. She wasn't
particularly interested in sticking her tongue in Dianne's wet pussy and
she
was sure that wrecking bar in Mr. Clement's pants would split her in
two.
(to be continued)
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i watch my mom and her stepsister (Carol's mom) change into swimming
suits
my mom strokes her sister's tits, pulls her nipples, sucks her cunt
carol's mom finds me, dresses slowly in front of me while I whack my
prick
... to be continued
===========================
Family moves in next door with two girls -- Jennifer older one (ten).
Sarah two years younger. See in Jennifer's window from my room. Watch
girls get naked and push hairbrush handle into each other's pussies
watch with Carol, who has me do the same for her
she butt-fucks me with hairbrush handle while sucking my dick
One night, Carol babysitting for Jennifer and Sarah, invites me
over to play some games or something.
I got there, and she was watching TV with Jennifer, who was eighteen,
and
her little sister Sarah, who was seventeen.
"OK you guys," Carol said, "Whatever happens here today, we keep it to
ourselves. All right?"
We all agreed.
Carol picked up Sarah, pulled her panties off, and held her up for me to
look at her tiny, pink pussy. I was a little embarassed, but I was
definitely
interested. As I looked closely at the shiny slit between her chubby
thighs,
the little teen grinned at me and spread her legs.
--
Carol picked up Sarah, pulled her panties off, and held her up for me to
look at her tiny, pink pussy. I was a little embarassed, but I was
definitely
interested. As I looked closely at the shiny slit between her chubby
thighs,
the little teen grinned at me and spread her legs.
--
Archive-name: Family/carol-3.txt
Archive-author:
Archive-title: Cousin Carol - 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.
... to be continued
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I was a
little shocked at that, because Russel was younger than me -- only five
years old at that time.
... to be continued
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