My Cousin's Kinky Kiddie Porn Stash - Part 2

(t/b [nc], pedo, oral, anal, ws, scat)

by Coproman

When my cousin handed me the new disc, I was so eager to put it
in the DVD player that I almost dropped it.  But after fumbling
with it, I finally got it in the tray, pushed the tray in, pulled
my dick out, and waited.

This DVD started off very much like the other one--with a little
boy about seven years old sitting on a bed playing with a toy. 
Only this time it was a little white boy with big blue eyes and a
head full of silky blond hair.  Dressed in a red tee-shirt, white
shorts, and blue sneakers, he was so cute that he could easily
have been a child model, and I imagined him as the brother or
perhaps the son of the white teen I'd seen in the other movie. 
What I couldn't imagine, though, was anyone getting as down and
dirty with him as the white teen had with the Mexican boy
because, according to my dad, the white man's law protected his
white children above and beyond anyone else.

But this was another kiddie porn movie, so I knew the boy wasn't
just sitting there to look pretty for the pedophiles.  Something
sexual was definitely going to be done to him, and it was
probably going to be rough.  So I figured the boy wasn't American
but a foreigner, maybe an Eastern European kid from a really poor
family who'd sold him into sexual slavery to put bread on the
table.  My affinity for the poor was almost as strong as it was
for minorities, so this possible scenario made me feel sorry for
him...but not enough to hope nothing happened.

Just like in the other movie, the boy was soon joined by a tall
teenager, this one wearing a green hoodie, red sweatpants, and
white sneakers.  But this kid wasn't white; he was brown-skinned.
 In fact, when he pulled off his hood, I thought I recognized
him.  Then I gasped: It was my cousin's friend--the little
Mexican boy from the other movie!  He was all grown up
now--probably about 17--but his face hadn't changed all that
much.  He was still attractive and his dark hair was still long.

After doing a comical strong-man pose for the camera, the Mexican
wasted no time shucking his hoodie and sweatpants, unveiling a
sleek, muscular body covered only by a jock strap, which was
bulging out obscenely in front.  The teen walked towards the
camera and stood right in front of it, his crotch practically up
against the lens.  Then he backed up and did another muscle pose
before turning his attention to the little boy, who was so
involved in playing with his toy that he seemed oblivious to the
teen.

The Mexican mussed the boy's hair then tried to take his hand,
but the boy frowned and snatched it back.

"What's the matter?" the teen asked him.

"Mama told me never let no niggers put they hands on me," the boy
said in a pronounced Southern drawl.

Some laughter could be heard off camera, and the teen glanced at
the camera and chuckled a little himself before turning back to
the boy.  "But I'm not a nigger, amigo, I'm a Mexican, so it's
okay.  Your mama said so."

He looked skeptically at the teen.  "You SURE she said so?"

"I'm positive, amigo.  Why you think she let you come with us?"

"Well...okay."

With that, the boy allowed the teen to lift him off the bed and
set him on the floor, where he proceeded to undress him.

"Why you takin' my clothes off?" the boy asked.

"Well, amigo, it's kinda hot in here, and your mama said not to
let your clothes get all sweaty," the teen explained, winking at
the camera.

Now that I'd heard the boy speak and knew he was an American, my
feelings towards him changed.  Now I couldn't wait for the
Mexican to fuck his racist little white ass.  Not that it was his
fault.  He was simply carrying on a racist tradition that his
family and other whites had perpetrated against black people for
generations.  But since this kid had been told not to let any
black people touch him, he needed to suffer the indignity of
having the closest thing to a big black dick plowing his little
white poop chute to teach him a valuable lesson on the need for
civility in promoting peaceful human coexistence.

It took only a couple of minutes for the teen to strip the boy
out of his Fourth of July outfit, and I was amazed to see how
pale he was underneath.  Usually little Southern white boys are
at least somewhat tanned, but not this kid.  The sun hadn't seen
his skinny little body in quite a while.  Next to him, the
light-brown-skinned Mexican looked positively dark.  But the
contrast turned me on.

The camera zoomed in on the boy's genitals, which were
unbelievably small, even for a boy of seven.  In particular his
penis--a pasty-white nubbin, more head than shaft--was less than
an inch long, and his balls were encased in a wrinkly pouch no
bigger than a hazelnut.

The teen turned the boy 180 degrees, which allowed the cameraman
to focus on his ass.  It certainly matched up with his genitals,
because it was one of the smallest, whitest asses I'd even seen.
Just one of the teen's hands covered nearly both cheeks.  And
when he urged the boy to bend over, he had to spread his buns
apart for the camera to find his pinprick of an anus.  It was
hard to believe anything bigger than a finger could penetrate
that tiny opening.  But, of course, I now knew better.

After displaying the boy's asshole a little while longer, the
Mexican let him go and strutted up to the camera again.  Making
sure his crotch was properly framed, he grasped the wide elastic
waistband of his jock strap and slowly pulled it out.  Instantly
the bulbous head of his cock popped up, as if to look around the
room, and as the teen slowly lowered the waistband, the majesty
of his big brown hard-on became more and more evident.  It was at
least ten inches long and two inches thick and was so stiff that
it was pointing straight up at the ceiling.  Below it his balls
hung just as majestically in a tight round sac about the size of
a baseball.  He had certainly grown up down there since I'd last
seen him, and just anticipating what was in store for the little
white boy made me hard as a rock as I steadily beat my meat.

Having given the viewers a nice eyeful of his equipment, the teen
turned around to face the boy, putting his butt in the camera and
forcing the cameraman to move slightly to the side to catch the
expression on the boy's face.

"Dang!" the boy said, both his mouth and his blue eyes wide open
as he stared at the teen's erection.  "I ain't NEVER seen a willy
THAT big!"  Then the boy's brow furrowed.  "So how you pee out of
it?  Don't it hurt?"

"Yeah," the Mexican lied, turning to the sideways to show us the
full hard length of his boner.  "That's why I was kinda hopin'
you'd help me out, amigo."

"Help you out how?"

"Well, the only way I can pee is if I put a lot of grease on it,"
the teen explained, glancing at the camera.  "That'll make it
come out more easier.  So I was hopin' you'd help me grease it
up."

The boy looked startled.  "You mean, you want me to TOUCH it?"

"If you don't mind."

"But Mama said to never touch nobody's willy, and never let
nobody touch mine, 'cause it's nasty."

"But she only meant boys YOUR age who can pee with no problem,
amigo.  When you're my age and it gets big and hard like this,
then it's okay to help me out, so I can go more easier.  Didn't
your mama ever tell you that?"

The boy shook his head.

"Well, that's probably 'cause you not old enough yet to know
about things like that.  But I think you're old enough, don't
you?" the teen asked, skillfully playing the "age card."

The boy nodded, a tiny smile breaking through his frown as he
naively fell for the teen's manipulation.

"Good," the Mexican said, smiling.  "I knew you were more grown
up than those other kids your age.  Now look in that drawer over
there," he said pointing to the nightstand, "take out that jar of
Vaseline, and scoop up a nice big hunk with your fingers."

The boy eagerly followed the teen's instructions, squinching at
the greasy feel of the petroleum jelly as he dipped his fingers
in it and walked back over to the teen.

"Okay, now just put it on my coc--I mean, willy, and spread it up
and down nice and slow from top to bottom."

Again the boy did as he was told, wearing a squinty smile as he
coated the Mexican's cock.  As I watched the boy's tiny fingers
sliding up and down the teen's shaft, it occurred to me that this
was like having the condemned man tie the noose for his own
hanging.  It was a cruel joke that everyone except the boy was in
on.

"Mmmmmm!  That feels good, amigo.  I think I'm almost ready to
pee now.  Look," he said pointing at the pre-cum seeping out of
his urethra.

"Hey!" said the boy, snatching his hand off the well-lubed cock
and stepping back.  "You ain't gonna pee on me, are you?"

"No, don't worry, amigo.  See how slow it's comin' out?  But you
can stop now anyway.  Here, wipe your hands," the teen said,
handing the boy a towel.  "And since you did such a good job
helping me out, I'm gonna do somethin' to make you feel REAL
good, okay?"

"Like what?" the boy asked.

"Like lick your butthole."

"Ewwwwwwww!  Yucky!" the boy squealed, frowning and smiling at
the same time.

"What's the matter, amigo?  Your mama never told you not to let
nobody do that to you, did she?"

The boy thought for a minute and slowly shook his head.

"Well, then, that means it's okay, right?"

"...I don't know," the boy hesitantly admitted, his face still
scrunched up.  "...I guess so."

"Then let's do it.  Get on the bed, lay on your back, and pull
your legs back till your knees are almost touching your chest. 
That'll prop up your ass and make your little butthole open right
up, so I can lick it real good."

Giggling, the white boy again followed the Mexican teen's
instructions, holding on to his thin thighs to keep his legs in
place.  With his pale little ass and tiny asshole graphically on
display, the camera moved in for an even more intimate close-up.
I had to slow my masturbation all the way down to "HMO" (Hardness
Maintenance Only) to keep from coming.  The Mexican's big brown
hands suddenly came into the frame, and I watched as he used his
thumbs to spread the boy's anus open.

"Now push out, amigo, like you tryin' to go to the bathroom,"
said the teen.

The little boy's pale pink orifice flexed several times, as
though it were kissing at the camera; then it opened up ever so
slightly and a minuscule brown nugget appeared at the center of
the pucker.

"That's it, amigo!" the Mexican said triumphantly, sticking a
pillow under the boy's blond head.  "Do that some more!"

The boy continued to work his anal sphincter.  Because his head
was now propped up, the cameraman was able to get both his ass
and his face in frame, and it was fascinating to see the strained
look on the boy's cute face while, at the same time, watching his
anus contract.  Finally his asshole dilated maybe half an inch,
upon which the stubborn turdlet finally popped out, rolled down
his ass crack, and dropped onto the bed, leaving brown residue on
his anal ring and a tiny brown trail between his butt cheeks.

"Okay, good, amigo.  That's it," said the teen.

The boy raised his head.  "What happened?" he asked, apparently
unaware that he had actually shit.  But then he frowned.  "I
smell somethin'.  Did I go?"

Instead of answering the boy, the Mexican bent over and scooped
the nugget of shit off the bed with his tongue.  He then turned
to the camera and opened his mouth to show us the little brown
lump sitting on his tongue.  With a wink, he closed his mouth,
swallowed, and opened his mouth again to show us that it was on
its way to his stomach.  After that he turned back to the white
boy's upturned ass, sniffed it, then dove in, ravenously slurping
up the shit in his ass crack and on his asshole.

Like before, I felt myself frowning but getting hornier as I
observed the perverted scene.  Watching the boy's face alone was
a turn-on.  On the other DVD, the Mexican, as a seven-year-old,
simply didn't know how to react when the white teen performed
anilingus on him, and this kid seemed similarly perplexed.  He
moaned, grunted, chirped, and screwed up his face, looking like
he was about to sneeze, before finally relaxing and giggling as
the Mexican cleaned his shitty little white ass with his tongue.

Once the boy made up his mind how he felt about the oral service,
his cocklet quickly began to grow until it was a whopping two
inches long.  Just that fast it had gone from resembling a
bleached noodle to looking like a white teenager's pinkie finger.
 Spotting the cute erection, the Mexican began to work his way up
from the boy's asshole, swabbing his perineum, lapping at his
balls, then sucking both balls and prick into his mouth.

"Oooooohh!!" the boy moaned, shivering and closing his eyes as he
submitted to the pleasurable sensation.  As the boy swooned, the
teen carefully inserted his middle finger into the boy's
spit-soaked anus, pushing it about half way in.  A flinch was the
boy's sole response to the intimate intrusion.

It took only a couple of minutes of sucking and finger fucking to
get the young boy off, and he hooted and trembled as his orgasm
hit him, his face turning bright red.  Judging by what I'd seen
on the other DVD, it seemed to be an unwritten rule with these
kiddie pornographers that the victims be given at least one
moment of physical pleasure before subjecting them to the pain
and indignity of being raped on camera.  But, on second thought,
they probably did it only because their audiences insisted on it,
most likely to ensure a nice wide range of emotions from the
child.

As the boy drifted down from his climax, the Mexican carefully
pulled his lips off his genitals, which were now sopping with
spit.  Giving them a final little kiss, he winked at the camera
then moved up and kissed the boy on his forehead.  Surprisingly,
the boy, who appeared to be napping, was still holding his
thighs, so his ass was still on full display.

After stroking his greasy cock a few times, the teenager
playfully touched the tip to the white boy's anus, transferring a
sticky little gob of pre-cum to it. The sight of that big brown
dickhead next to that tiny pink hole made me shake my head and
whisper, "No way."  But somewhere deep inside my brain I heard
someone respond, "Way!"

Even though the Mexican mounted him as quietly as he could, the
white boy must have felt the heat radiating off his body, because
he immediately opened his eyes.  I don't know if he sensed what
was coming or that having the teen so close to him scared him. 
Whatever the case, he turned white as a ghost and began to panic.

"Hey, what you doin'?!" he asked, his squeaky voice quivering in
fear.

"Shhhh!  It's okay, amigo.  I made YOU feel good, so you just
need to return the favor.  That's only fair, right?"

"No!  Stop!  It's too big!" the boy hollered as the Mexican
pressed the head of his cock against his anus.  He attempted to
escape, letting go of his legs and trying to push the teen off
him.  But being bent so far back the way he was, with his knees
in his chest, and having the weight of the Mexican on top of him
made it hard for the boy to fight back.  And when the Mexican
grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the mattress, the boy could
do little more than just lie there and take what the teen was
dishing out.

"Owwwwww!  PLEASE stop!  I TOLD you--it's too BIG to get in my
butt!"

Despite the boy's pleas, the Mexican continued to bear down,
staring straight into his crying face.  The teen's glutes
strained and his body quivered as he forced his long, hard cock
into the child's anus.  The little hole resisted the onslaught
for as long as it could, but it was no use.  The Alamo would be
breached again this day, and all the lucky pedophiles out there
would get to see it.

"AAAEEEEEEEEEE!!" the boy screamed as the teen's cock finally
penetrated his anal ring.  "It HURTS!!  Take it out!!  Take it
out!!"

"¡Cállate la boca, carebicho!" the horny teenager snarled.

"That's right!  Shut your mouth, dickface!" someone off-camera
said in translation.

Once the head of his dick was securely lodged inside the boy, the
Mexican wasted no time jamming the remainder of his long veiny
shaft into the virgin asshole as the boy continued to cry out and
struggle in vain.  To add to his humiliation--or perhaps to
divert the boy's attention away from his anus--the teen began to
lick his face, slurping up the tears pouring out of his eyes, the
snot running out of his nose, and the spit bubbling out of his
mouth.  Attempting to avoid the Mexican's hungry tongue, the
seven-year-old twisted his head from side to side, but he ended
up getting his face tongue-washed anyway; meanwhile the teen had
managed to sink the entire length of his "bicho" into the boy's
butthole, his big brown balls resting in the crack of the
youngster's pale upturned ass.

"¡Ay, caramba!" said the Mexican as his cock throbbed inside the
little white boy's rectum.  "This some good shit!"

"So is this your first piece of Southern white-boy ass?" someone
in the room asked him.

Turning to look back at the camera, the teen smiled and nodded
while his dark asshole winked.  "Yeah, amigo, and I see now why
he didn't want no morenos touchin' him.  His shit is so good, he
was probably savin' it for his daddy!"

The line produced a hearty laugh among everyone in the room
except the boy.

"Hey, he got quiet," somebody pointed out.  "Hey, kid, you still
with us?"

"I want my mama!!" the boy suddenly yelled out.

"¡Me cago en tu madre!" the teen huffed in response, again
staring the boy in the face.

"Say what?" someone asked.

"He said he shits on his mother," someone else answered.

"Damn straight!" I heard myself say.  "Your fuckin' racist mama
won't be rescuing your little white ass today!"

And, indeed, right afterwards, the Mexican proceeded to pull all
but the head of his cock out of the boy, making him wince in
pain.  Two seconds later he pushed it right back inside him,
making him wince again.  Unfortunately for the boy, this was as
much of a pre-fuck warmup as he was going to get.  After that,
the Mexican stepped up the pace and began to fuck the living shit
out of the child, slamming into him so hard that I swore his
spine was going to snap.

"That's it!  Stick it to the little bastard!" a familiar voice
said, and I realized that it was the same voice I'd heard saying
the same thing on the other DVD, when the person now doing the
fucking was the "little bastard" he was referring to.

The camera moved in closer to show the teen's thick brown shaft
rapidly plunging in and out the white boy's shitter, his brown
balls spanking the boy's pale ass cheeks with every in-stroke.  A
few times the Mexican deliberately pulled all the way out,
showing the camera what had become of the boy's anus.  I was
stunned.  Though I knew it had to have stretched open enough to
accommodate the teen's massive cock, seeing it this way--without
a dick in it--was particularly revealing: The dark, red, gaping
two-inch-wide hole between those two tiny buns looked impossibly
large, almost as if it were an optical illusion.

But, of course, I knew better.  The boy's once-minuscule asshole
had been stretched beyond recognition and ruined forever.  Most
likely the same was true of his psyche.  After such a traumatic
experience, he would probably be so screwed up in the head that
he'd wind up either hating every dark-skinned person on earth or
getting fucked by every "nigger" (black, Mexican or otherwise) he
could coax into his bed.  It would be poetic justice, I felt, if
the latter happened.  But I also felt, if it was the former, at
least now he had a legitimate reason for hating us.

Having finished showing us the white boy's busted booty, the
Mexican went back to power-fucking him.  By now the teen had
worked up a good sweat, and as if to add insult to injury, the
boy was getting showered with it every time he got skewered. 
This made me wish I had been in the room with them at that time
because, as much as I was enjoying seeing and hearing this
teen/boy sex, smelling it would have added extra fuel to my fiery
libido.

But I wondered what the Mexican was thinking.  Yeah, I knew he
was performing for the camera, but the way he was doing it seemed
to go far beyond mere acting or moneymaking.  It seemed
passionate, personal...maybe even political, like he was fucking
this boy as a kind of collective payback for the ills every
Mexican--including him--had ever suffered at the hands of the
white man.  Whether the boy was rich or poor didn't matter.  It
was his "All-American" looks.  With his blond hair and his blue
eyes, he represented everything minorities would never be,
privileges we would never have.  So whether he wanted to or not,
he needed to repent for what his race had done to us.  Then
again, I was probably just projecting my father's feelings onto
the teen.  In reality, he might simply have been a super-horny
stud who happened to get off on fucking a young boy's virgin ass!

Whatever was driving the Mexican's libido, it couldn't last much
longer, not with the high-energy humping he was doing.  Whether
it was personal or political, a certain little blue-eyed blond
white boy was about to discover what ultimately happens when a
horny teenager uses your asshole as a pussy.

Grunting like a bull, the dark teen slammed into the white boy
one last time, cramming his cock as far up his seven-year-old ass
as he could get it while trembling on top of him.

"¡Coño!" he shouted.  "I'm coming!  Take it, you little shit!"

As I watched the teen's dark asshole flexing and his muscular ass
cheeks dimpling, I knew he was shooting a shitload of sperm up
the little boy's ass, flooding his bowels with the slimy evidence
of his child lust, because I myself was shooting a pretty good
load all over my hand.

"Fuck, that feels good!" the teen moaned.  "This little fucker's
gonna be shittin' 'South of the Border' spunk for a whole fuckin'
week!"

Again everyone in the room laughed except the boy, whose red,
distorted face reflected the agony he was experiencing.  Though I
was mildly sympathetic, I was more disappointed that he wasn't
making the most of this unique experience.  After all, it wasn't
every day that a little white boy got fucked up the ass by a
horny Mexican teenager or got his asshole pumped full of come, so
I felt he should've been more appreciative.

The teen lay on top of the kid for about five minutes before
someone said, "Okay, that's long enough.  Let's see what you gave
him."

Slowly the Mexican withdrew his cock from the white boy's anus. 
Slathered with Vaseline, semen, and shit, it popped out with a
loud squelch; and as the teenager held the boy's legs in place, I
got to gaze again upon the curiosity that had become the boy's
distended asshole.  Within seconds a fat glob of come oozed out
of it, rolling down the boy's ass crack and dripping onto the
bedsheets.  A second glob followed, only this one turned into a
stream, with bits of shit suspended in it, as it flowed steadily
out of the seven-year-old's bowels, creating a growing wet spot
underneath him.
"Damn!" one of the off-camera guys exclaimed.  "You must've been
savin' that shit up for a week!"

"Why you say that, mijo?  You know I be shootin' that much every
time I nut!" the Mexican bragged, grinning.

I doubted that, but I didn't think I'd get the chance to find out
since the teen had already let go of the boy's legs, allowing
them to drop to the mattress, hiding both his sperm-leaking hole
and the come stain on the bed.  I was sure this meant that the
show was over, so even though I was getting hard again, I was
prepared to see the Mexican wave at the camera followed by a
fade-out.

But, to my surprise and delight, the teenager wasn't yet done. 
Caressing the boy's smooth white skin, he said, "Hey, amigo, I
hope you okay, but I'm still horny, and your butt was so good, I
think I want me another piece."

"No...please...no more," the boy begged, weakly shaking his head.

"Sorry, amigo, but it's like they say when you need to take a
piss or a shit: 'When you gotta go, you gotta go.'"

With terror in his big blue eyes, the boy raised up and began to
back away from the smiling teen, dragging his freshly fucked ass
along the mattress until he accidentally hit a sore spot, which
caused him to wince and cease his retreat.

"You can run...," said the Mexican, grabbing the white boy by the
ankles and casually flipping him onto his stomach, "...but you
can't hide," and in a flash, amid the child's protests, he
re-mounted him and plunged his soiled pole deep into the boy's
dilated anus, causing him to cry out.  After lying on top of him
for no more than a few seconds, the teen began to furiously pump
the boy's rump again.

"Fuck, yeah!" I said out loud as I masturbated myself back to
full hardness.  "Breed that little racist bastard!  Fuck that
come all the way up his shitty little white ass!"

The Mexican went at the little guy for about two frenetic
minutes, as though he were trying to fuck him into the mattress;
then he just stopped, pulling all but the head of his cock out of
the boy's asshole and hovering over him.  During this respite,
the white boy tried to crawl from under the muscular teen.  But
the Mexican just moved with him, his dick never leaving the boy's
anus.  It was like a cat playing with a mouse, and the off-camera
guys laughed as the teen simply followed the boy as he circled
the whole bed in a futile attempt to escape.

Finally the boy either got tired or realized there was no getting
away from his tormentor, because he stopped crawling and just lay
down again in pretty much the same spot he'd started out, a move
which prompted a derisive cheer from the jaded onlookers.  The
Mexican took this opportunity to shove his cock all the way back
inside the kid's rectum, and before the seven-year-old even had a
chance to catch his breath, the teen grabbed him around the waist
and rolled to the side, spooning him. The new position
underscored the outlandishness of their connection--a tiny white
penis followed by a petite pair of pale balls followed by a HUGE
pair of brown balls, which successfully hid a super-stretched
asshole and ten hefty inches of Mexican dick.

As I watched the teen's anus flex, I wondered exactly what was
happening deep in the white boy's bowels.  I imagined the
Mexican's cock and the boy's colon communicating with each other,
specifically the cock teaching the colon all about anal sex,
telling it how it shouldn't fight but just open up, accept the
intrusion, and enjoy the rigorous stimulation and warm, soothing
balm at the end.

As I pondered this, the Mexican began to bang the boy's butt
again, slowly sliding that long dong out of his back door (as if
to remind us of just how much cock was buried inside his ass)
then slowly pushing it all back in again.  Gradually he increased
the pace until he had worked his way right back up to a feverish
fuck, his balls repeatedly slapping against the boy's prostate.

Though the white boy was no longer trying to get away, he was
obviously feeling no less anguish, grimacing and groaning every
time the Mexican slammed into him, as well as curling up his toes
and clutching the sheets so hard that his little knuckles turned
whiter than any other part of his body.  Since the teen had shot
his load only minutes ago, however, I doubted the kid would get
any relief anytime soon; for his sake I hoped the cock/colon
conversation I'd imagined was indeed taking place.

After fucking the child from the spoon position for a few
minutes, the Mexican stopped, grabbed the kid around the waist
again, and rolled over onto his back.  With the boy on top of
him, he inched back until he reached the headboard, where he
propped himself up and bent his knees.  He then hooked the boy's
legs over his, putting their crotches on full display for the
camera.  Once more we were treated to the amazing sight of little
white boy sitting on a powerful pair of balls while his own puny
genitals dangled above them.  But this time, on top of that, we
got to see both the Mexican's face and the boy's, as his head was
pressed against the teen's chest, and their expressions--bliss
vs. agony--were a study in contrasts.

"You ready to go for a ride, amigo?" the Mexican asked the boy.

Before the boy could answer, the teen grabbed him around the
waist and began bouncing him up and down on his cock, the
ten-inch column sliding easily in and out of the child's shit
chute as his tiny genitals flopped around on top.  It was an odd
sight; it looked like the boy was shitting out the same fat turd
over and over again.  But it was an enormous turn-on for me, and
along with seeing the very different grimaces on the guys' faces,
I blew my wad, spewing my slimy seed all over my hand.

The Mexican wasn't far behind me.  After a few more trips up and
down the boy's turd tunnel, he gasped, twitched, and lifted his
hips high, driving his as dick deep inside the boy as he could
while clamping his forearm around the kid's chest.

"¡Coño!" shouted the shivering teen.  "Here I come again!  Suck
that shit outta me with your ass, puto!"

Despite his frown, the white boy was doing exactly that, whether
voluntarily or involuntarily, for you could clearly see his anus
contracting, repeatedly clutching at the Mexican's boner as if
trying to milk it of every slimy driblet of sperm.  This went on
for at least a couple of minutes before the teen finally lifted
the boy off his lap, his dickhead exiting with a squishy little
pop and a drool of semen out of the boy's anus.  Once they were
disconnected, the Mexican pushed the boy off him like a rag doll.
 The boy bounced on the mattress and landed face-down near the
side of the bed; then he just lay there trying to recover as his
super-stretched asshole continued to leak come.

Now I was sure the DVD was ending.  After all, the Mexican had
already busted his nut twice and was looking pretty relaxed. 
Yeah, I know that all teenaged boys have an insatiable appetite
for sex.  Being one myself at the time, I understood how active
our hormones could be.  But even I was ready for a little down
time to replenish my sperm supply, and I was sure the Mexican was
too.

But I was wrong.  It was almost as if the muscular teen felt he'd
never get another chance ass-fuck a cute blond boy, so he needed
to make the most of the opportunity.  At least that's what his
dick seemed to think, because only minutes had passed and,
incredibly, it was getting hard AGAIN!  So I figured it was
either that, or he was an oversexed super-stud who needed more
than a couple of rounds of fucking to fully get his rocks off.

Whatever the case, minutes later the Mexican was right back on
top of the little white boy.  Even though the teen's cock was
only semi-hard, the boy's anus was still wide open, so the teen
had no trouble shoving it right back up his ass.  This time the
boy didn't even moan. He had stopped resisting altogether.  He
just lay there with a dazed look on his face and his blue eyes
glazed over as the teen again rammed his rectum with a vengeance.
 It was clear that his spirit had been broken, that he had
surrendered--both physically and mentally--to the abuse.  Indeed
he appeared to be a totally different person from the one he was
before his ordeal began.

With all the fight gone out of him, the white boy was nothing
more than a puppet, so when the Mexican reached orgasm, snatched
his cock out of the boy's asshole, and shot his load in his face,
I wasn't surprised when the kid's only response was a fluttering
eyelid, an involuntary reflex to the glob of sperm the Mexican
had spurted in his eye.

Next the Mexican stood over the white boy and began doing the
very thing that the boy was supposedly helping him do when this
all began--pissing.  Starting at the boy's hairless crotch, the
teen worked his way up until he was peeing exclusively in the
seven-year-old's face, washing away the come he'd just finished
depositing there while drenching his whole head in urine.  Even
through all this the boy never moved, not even turning his head
as the Mexican's piss splashed all over his face.  He just closed
his eyes, which, again, seemed more reflex than voluntary.

Afterwards the cameraman slowly panned the boy's golden-showered
figure from head to toe.  Despite everything that had happened, I
still doubted that the last act I'd seen on the first DVD would
be done to this little white boy.  I was sure that he had been
pissed on instead because this was as far as they were willing to
go.  At the same time, I knew the boy was in a frame of mind
where he wouldn't fight anything done to him.  So when the
Mexican turned his back to the camera and squatted over the boy's
face, I wasn't all that surprised.

Instantly the teen's anal sphincter opened into one of the
biggest assholes I'd ever seen--a result, I guess, of his being
fucked by so many big dicks for so many years--and inside that
big asshole was one of the biggest turds I'd ever seen, moving
lazily along his rectum until it pushed past his ass ring and
hung precariously over the boy's pissy blond head.

To my amazement the boy's eyes were open!  He was staring right
at the approaching turd!  But he seemed to have neither the
energy nor the inclination to do anything but close his eyes as
it exited Mexican's anus and plopped onto his cute face.

"BULLSEYE!" a familiar voice boomed out, just like before.

"Fuck, yeah!" I responded, pumping my piece yet again as I
watched the mass of shit cover the white boy's face in a thick
coil.  I'm not sure if it was deliberate or not, but somehow the
Mexican managed to direct the path of his poop so that it covered
everything except the boy's nostrils.  So when the teen was
finally done, there was a big pile of shit sitting on the boy's
face, but he was still able to breathe, though he probably wasn't
all that keen about the smell of what he was breathing in.

After staring at the boy, the Mexican looked at the camera and,
laughing, said, "Fuck!  Talk about being shitfaced!"

That remark was all it took to push me over the top.  With a gasp
and a grunt, I shot yet another sticky load all over my hand.  At
the same time, the Mexican took an exaggerated bow, and the DVD
ended.  By then I was sweating and exhausted.  But at least this
time I wasn't scared out of my wits on top of it; this time my
cousin knocked before coming in.

"So what'd you think of that one?" he asked, handing me some
tissue.

I just smiled and shook my head.  "That was some serious shit,
Bro, some serious shit.  I'm just trying to figure out how they
got away with fucking a little white boy like that.  What'd they
do?  KIDNAP him?"

My cousin laughed.  "Nah, nothin' like that.  But when they took
him back home, he told his mother he wanted to join the KKK."

"Really?"

"Nah.  Just kidding.  But my friend said he was so messed up by
what happened that, according to his mother, he didn't talk for
two whole weeks."

"So what'd she do?  Call the cops?"

Again he laughed.  "Nah.  That's the LAST thing she would've
done."

"Why?"

"'Cause she's a trailer-trash bitch from Mississippi with about
fifty kids, and she got a shitload of cash for lettin' the guys
'rent' her kid for a few hours."

"So are you saying she KNEW they were gonna use him to make
kiddie porn?!"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure she did.  She just didn't give a shit."

"Wow!" I said, amazed.  "But how could she...?  I mean, his own
MOTHER...!"

"Well, from what my friend told me, the reason she agreed to rent
him out was because he's the product of a rape.  Her mama's
boyfriend got her pregnant, but she didn't want to get an
abortion 'cause that would mean losing the extra welfare money,
so she went ahead and had him.  But she said every time she
looked at him she got mad 'cause it reminded her of what
happened.  On top of that, the older the kid got, the more he
looked like his father.  So by the time he was seven, she said
she couldn't stand to look at him anymore.  But now she doesn't
have to."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, after the kid semi-recovered from losing his ass cherry
and started talking again, his mama swore that now he even
SOUNDED like his father, and she didn't wanna have to constantly
be listening to that voice.  So she called the guys and asked if
next time, instead of just renting him, they'd be interested in
BUYING him, that she'd be more than willing to sell him if the
price was right."

I was incredulous.  "You bullshittin' me?!"

"Nope.  Anyway, the guys were shocked when they heard that, but
they got their asses over there quick before she changed her
mind, and about half an hour later she'd packed his bag and they
were leaving with her kid."

"How'd he feel about that?"

"My friend said he didn't seem to care.  He didn't cry or
nothin'.  He just gave his mother a dirty look and left with
them.  That was, like, five years ago, and he's been with them
ever since."

Hearing this made me go back to feeling sorry for the boy, but my
libido nudged me in the balls, which swallowed up the sorrow and
led me to imagine him being gang-banged and shit on by a bunch of
horny child molesters.

"So how many times has he gotten his ass fucked since he's been
with them?" I asked, smirking.

"Well, cuz, let's put it this way: There's nothing pedos like
better than seeing a big black guy fuck a little white boy, so
you might say he's had a little more than his fair share of
'nigger' dick over the years."

"So did he ever got around to liking it?"

"Yeah, eventually.  Once he realized what a commodity he was, he
started negotiating with his new owners, so by the time he was
ten, he was like a fuckin' agent.  I think that's when he REALLY
started to enjoy it, or at least tolerate it, 'cause he knew that
every black dick up his ass meant more green in his pocket."

I just sat there, probably with my mouth hanging open.  It was a
wild story, but after comparing it to the Mexican's story, I was
beginning to understand that strange things could happen in the
underworld of kiddie porn.  I was also beginning to understand
something a lot more disturbing: I ENJOYED seeing underaged boys
getting their asses fucked by guys with big cocks, and it didn't
matter what race or color those boys were.  What turned me on was
the violence of it, the expressions of pain and fear on the boys'
faces as they were raped, and the humiliation they were forced to
undergo afterwards by being pissed or shit on or both.  In other
words, I was one sick puppy!

But it was comforting to know that I wasn't the only one.  I was
just a single pup in a big fucking litter that included my own
cousin, and even though I was just starting out, I already knew
that it would take more than an occasional feeding here and there
to satisfy my perverse hunger.  It would take a constant
procession of bitches to produce the volume of kinky-kiddie-porn
milk needed to keep me and my fellow pups well-nourished.  I just
hoped we could continue to satisfy those needs while staying a
step ahead of the dog catcher (!)


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