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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.



