Copyright © 2001 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved

Yes, I know, it's popular right now to pretend that kids aren't sexual, but I'm here to tell you that the good Dr. Freud was right. I'm determined to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth (except where to do so might land me, or someone else, in prison). Only the names have been changed to protect the incredibly guilty. Due to my good fortune in being raised near, and with, my two slightly older female cousins, Suzie and April, who, from as far back as I can remember, were unashamed, blatant, and whole heartedly, sex hungry sluts in training, and my Aunt Martha, I lost my cherry before most boys learned how to jerkoff. I gained an intimate knowledge of female anatomy and physiology when most males hadn't even discovered that girls had something missing 'down there'. We lived in a small rural community, chosen by our parents to protect us from the 'evil' influences of the big city. As far as I can tell all living in this small rural community did was to insure that there would be very little to distract us from our single-minded obsessions with sex.

It all started with our afternoon naps. We lived in houses that shared a common backyard and our mothers pooled the kids and shared the responsibility of watching us. All three of us would usually be put down for our afternoon naps in whichever house we happened to be in at the time. My earliest memories of sexual activity dates to nap times when I was four years old. That would have made April five and Suzie all of seven. As the oldest Suzie was in control our fun and games. Suzie and April would almost always masturbate during naptime. I remember both of them using the same technique, they would put there hands palms together like they were praying then, laying on their stomachs, put their hands between their legs and rub them selves with the edge of their hands while rocking there hips in, what we would later discover were, fucking motions.

What, you ask, was my part in these naptime masturbatory sessions? I was none other than the big mean powerful male who had kidnapped these poor helpless innocent young girls and was torturing them by making them 'tickle their cunnys'. I spent many a naptime rubbing my hard little cock while I watched Suzie and April experiencing their first orgasms. At that time just being allowed to be part of their 'nasty games', as they called them, was thrilling enough for me.

By the time I was six making April seven and Suzie nine, naptime proved to be a little to restricting so we found a couple of little hideaways where we could indulge in our fun and games during play time without being seen by any of our parents. Our favorite was a space in their garage hidden from view by an old car my uncle insisted he was going to, some day, restore and an old roll away bed stored in it's folded position with boxes under it. We cleaned the area out and scrounged old furniture cushions and Pillows to make the cement floor more comfortable. We were totally hidden and could not be approached from any direction without our knowing it. We called it our 'club room' and left a few comic books lying around to make it look authentic. Now don't get me wrong, not every day was a pre-pubescent masturbatory orgy. There were many days when all we would do in our hideout was to read comic books.

One warm summer afternoon, after Suzie had set up her scenario for the game (If I remember correctly they were supposed to have been on their way to the store to buy milk for their poor sick mother when I lured them into my car and brought them to my hide-out where I was forcing them to 'tickle their cunnys' until they had cum several times) I protested.

"Wait," I demanded just as Suzie was rolling onto her stomach and slipping her hands into her crotch, "before I make you do that you have to take your panties off and let me look at you."

"You have to make me." Suzie challenged lying back on a pile of old cushions and doing her nine-year-old best to look sexy. I accepted the challenge to wrestle her pants from her. She could have fought me off easily if she'd wanted to, but she put up just enough fight to make me work for it, and to get us both excited in ways neither of us had imagined before. First I got her shorts off then our bodies continued to rub against each other as I worked her panties down her legs and off her feet. I decided not to stop with her panties, and pulled at her blouse. Again Suzie fought just enough to make it exciting. By the time I had her completely naked I was laying on her with her legs spread and only the thin material of my shorts between my throbbing hard little boy cock and her hot still hairless little girl cunt. As Suzie slowly rocked her hips, rubbing herself against my, still covered, stiff cock, I looked into her eyes and saw the smile growing on her lips. I was amazed by how hot she felt against me even through the material of my shorts. Then it happened, I had my first dry cum. It was a mind bender.

After we both came I climbed off my cousin, who left her legs spread inviting my examination of her most private parts. Kneeling between her thighs I gently spread Suzie open and probed inside her mysterious moist cavern with the tip of my finger. Suzie seemed to be just as anxious to discover what it would feel like to be penetrated, as I was to explore her feminine tunnel.

April turned out to be a little shyer. She watched with obvious interest as I examined her older sister, spreading her open and marveling at the wetness developing on the glistening folds of girlish flesh. After several minutes of mutually exciting exploration Suzie and I turned our attention to April.

"It's your turn." Suzie announced as we approached our reluctant but not totally unwilling victim.

"No," she begged, but not loud enough to draw parental attention, "I won't do it." In spite of her protests April put up less fight then Suzie had as Suzie and I stripped her then pulled her naked legs apart to expose her wet hairless slit for our exploration. Suzie and I took turns spreading her open and pushing the tips of our fingers between her damp lips.

"What about him?" April asked as her hips moved, pushing herself against our invading fingers.

"Yes," Suzie agreed, "you've got to be naked too." Even at that tender age I knew enough to not turn down an invitation to get naked with two nude females, I was out of my clothes faster than it used to take my cock to get hard when ever I saw Suzie rubbing herself. Suzie and April both sat up and examined my hard little cock and my balls.

Oh how great it felt to have warm soft female hands rubbing over my crotch, pulling at my cock and massaging my balls. After a few minutes of them running their hands over my balls and my hard little cock my whole body shivered with another cum-less orgasm. I decided right there and then that I would do whatever I had to feel that great feeling wherever and whenever I could.

The next time we got together we stripped off our shorts and shirts then Suzie and April played the role of my slave girls and, both of them laying on the floor facing me, they spread their legs and fingered themselves while I stroked my hard cock and watched them. Since they were my 'slaves' I insisted that they tickled their cunnys lying on their backs with their legs spread so I could watch them. We spent the whole afternoon masturbating ourselves, and each other, to orgasm after orgasm. Each time we came it only seemed to ignite our desire to cum again. How many times can three seemingly insatiable kids masturbate in one day? Who knows it never occurred to us to keep track. However many times it was it wasn't enough to keep me from jerking off a couple of times before going to sleep that night.

It was only a short time later that Aunt Martha came to live with us. We didn't know much about our mothers' youngest sister accept what we over-heard of our parents conversations about her. We heard terms like 'wild' and 'out of control' and concluded that Aunt Martha must be insane in some way. We heard them say that 'mom and dad can't handle her' any more. We half expected Aunt Martha to show up in a straight jacket being escorted by armed guards. We overheard enough to know that Aunt Martha was going to come live with us where she would be expected to 'help with the house work and the kids' (we thought we were doing just fine without anyone to 'help' with us), and 'attend the local Jr. College'. Our mothers cleaned out the room next to mine, where she would sleep. I was a bit concerned about having my 'out of control' aunt sleeping in the room next door.

"We'll just have to keep her away from our club room." Suzie announced while we were lying around naked on the pillows recovering from several very intense orgasms. I was gently stroking my cock slowly bringing it to attention again. We were playing a new game I'd thought up. Every time my cock got hard my two slave-girls had to tickle their cunnys, and they couldn't stop until I'd had another orgasm.

The next morning we were loaded into Suzie and Martha's parent's station wagon for the two and a half hour drive to pick up our 'out of control' aunt at the railroad station. Their dad drove, my dad sat in the front seat with him. My mom and their mom sat in the back seat and the three of us were setting in a removable seat that faced the rear window. After about half an hour on the road I got so board that I reached down inside my shorts and stroked myself. Suzie grinned and Martha, setting on the other side of me, looked worried. It wasn't all that dangerous, our mothers couldn't really see what I was doing unless they turned all the way around and got up on their knees on the car seat. Which they wouldn't do unless one of us was 'making a fuss', and if one of them did I'd have plenty of time to get my hand out of my crotch before they saw anything. As soon as I was hard I pulled the leg of my shorts aside and let Suzie and April see my hard cock. According to the new rules both of them were required to tickle their cunnys until I had an orgasm. Suzie immediately plunged her hand under her skirt and, after pushing the crotch of her panties aside, fingered her already wet pussy. April, not quite as bold stroked her crotch through her skirt and panties. The rest of the trip flew by with only an occasional "Is everything OK back there" from one of the parents when they would decide that we were being just a little too quite. My mother actually complemented us on how well behaved we'd been during the drive. As soon as we arrived I looked for the flashing lights on the police car I expected to be escorting my 'out of control' aunt.

"Martha." I heard my mother yelling, and looked in the direction she was waving. I was hit by a feeling a thousand times more intense than the first time I fingered my cousin's naked hairless cunt. In spite of having spent the last two hours repeatedly jerking off, my cock became instantly hard and, if I'd been old enough to ejaculate, I would have had a wet spot spreading across the front of my shorts. What I saw walking toward me was not an aunt. This was nothing less than a living, breathing goddess of sex. I would have sold my soul to the devil on the spot just for the opportunity to be her slave for the rest of my life. As she hugged my mom and my other aunt she looked down at me and I could feel myself turning red with humiliation, I just knew that she could see right inside me, that she knew my every thought. I was instantly convinced that not only did she know what I'd just thought about her but that she knew my little boy cock was hard, and exactly how big (or small) it was.

"Would you carry this for me?" She asked smiling at me. Her smile would have made me ejaculate again if I'd been able to and her voice reached deep inside me, down to my very soul, the one I'd just promised to Satan if I could just be her slave for the rest of my life. I took the proffered carryon case and tried desperately to hide how heavy it seemed to me. Our moms, with Aunt Martha between them walked in front of us. Our dads walked in front of them and, with one cousin on each side of me we brought up the rear as we walked back to the car.

"James wants to fuck Aunt Martha." Suzie whispered just loud enough for April and me to hear.

"Shhh." I shushed her as I lugged Aunt Martha's carry on bag. Two steps later Aunt Martha looked at me over her shoulder then smiled. I thought I was going to die. I wished that I could melt into the pavement. I just knew that my goddess had over heard Suzie's remark. We got back in the car and drove to a restaurant for lunch. While we drove I sat and just held my hard cock in my hand, paralyzed with the knowledge that the most beautiful woman who ever lived, the incarnation of female sexuality was sitting just inches from me talking to my mother and my other aunt. Suddenly my two cousins, who I had found to be such turn ons just a few minutes ago, now seemed to me to be little girls. I could see Suzie laughing at me, but I didn't care.

When we got to the restaurant Aunt Martha sat at the end of the table. My mom sat on her right and Suzie and April's mom sat on her left. My dad sat next to my mom and my uncle sat across from him. April sat next to my dad, on my left, and Suzie sat next to her daddy on my right. I ended up setting at the other end of the table, facing my goddess aunt. I could hardly eat; it seemed that every time I looked up I was looking directly into her knowing eyes. The eyes which, I was convinced, could see my every thought and feeling. During the meal, when all the adults seemed to be busy, not paying any particular attention to the kids at the end of the table, Suzie reached under the corner of the table and stroked my perpetually hard cock with her young but experienced hand. It only took two strokes before, while I stared into Aunt Martha's mesmerizing eyes, my body shivered through another orgasm. I blushed, unable to look away from her eyes as Aunt Martha seemed to give me a knowing smile then turned her attention back to what my mom was saying to her. Reaching under the table, I pushed Suzie's hand away from my crotch then tried to ignore her teasing looks and whispered references to my lust for our Aunt Martha.

The trip home was pure misery. I sat stiffly in my seat refusing to play any games with my cousins. I was convinced that Aunt Martha could read my every thought, and much to my humiliation I couldn't stop thinking about her body. I kept trying to imagine what her breasts looked like, how big her nipples were and what her hair 'down there' looked like. Mostly I was obsessed with finding out what a grown up woman's cunt looked like.

After we'd been riding for about two hours, we were getting close to home, Aunt Martha turned around with her knees on the seat and talked to us. The whole time the side of her breast was resting against my cheek. If I had turned my head my lips would have touched her blouse right on the side of her firm womanly breast. The whole time she talked to us I imagined myself sucking on her wonderful nipple. I so much wanted to have the courage to turn my head and kiss her breast. I kept my hands in my lap to hide my erection. When she was finished talking to us she turned to set back down and in the process rubbed her breast against my face. Summoning all of my courage I turned my head toward her just in time to feel her nipple drag across my lips. My body jerked, releasing some of the pint up tensions that my fevered imaginings of her pussy had caused. Aunt Martha smiled at me then kissed me on the cheek before she sat back down. I could still feel her lips against my skin when I went to bed that night. I laid awake imagining Aunt Martha naked in her bed just on the other side of my bedroom wall, then dreamed about her pussy all night long.

The next morning I was so hot from dreaming of Aunt Martha's grown up women pussy that I woke up with my cock still hard. I did my best to hide it during breakfast with mom, dad and Aunt Martha. Dad explained to me that one of the reasons Aunt Martha came to live with us was to help with 'the kids' so mom and my other aunt could help our daddy's with the family business. I excused myself as soon as I could and headed for the garage. Suzie and April were already there. I practically pounced on Suzie as soon as I got into our 'club room'. Lying on top of her I pushed Suzie's shorts down while I humped frantically against her body.

"Yes," Suzie hissed in my ear as she pushed my shorts down, "do it to me." I found myself nestled between my cousin's thighs and, although I did not penetrate her, my naked hard cock was rubbing against her naked moist cunt lips. As I humped my cock against Suzie's pussy with hard fucking motions I looked over at April. April watched us intently with her shorts pulled down just enough to allow her access to her pussy. I watched as April matched the intensity of her hand rubbing up and down her crotch with the intensity of Suzie and my psuedo-fuck. After we all came I rolled off of Suzie a little embarrassed with the intensity of my play fucking.

"Oh crap." I said as we all jumped after hearing a sound out in the 'regular' part of the garage. We pulled up our shorts, straightened our clothes and grabbed comic books off the floor just as Aunt Martha slipped through the space between the folded up rollaway and the old car.

"What are you pervs up to?" She asked casually as she sat in the leg less over-stuffed chair we called the thrown and, picking up a comic book, pretended to read just as unconvincingly as we were.

"Just reading comic books." Suzie volunteered.

"Uh-hu." With just those two syllables Aunt Martha managed to let us know that not only did she not believe what we were telling her but that she knew exactly what we were really doing. I looked around the room and was relieved to see that Suzie and April were both just as red with embarrassment as I was.

"Tell me," Aunt Martha asked looking over the top of her comic book directly into my eyes, "were you really fucking Suzie," Aunt Martha paused to shift her gaze from my guilt ridden face to Suzie's, "or just pretending?" The question hung in the air scaring and thrilling us at the same time.

"After all," Aunt Martha continued after a long silence, "I'd be terribly upset if I wasn't the first girl to get fucked by that cute little cock of yours." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. If I could have ejaculated I would have cum in my pants. Aunt Martha slid down off the chair then pulled a pair of dice from her pocket.

"James, you set across from me." Aunt Martha pointed to a spot on the floor just a couple of feet from where she was setting cross-legged on the floor leaning against the leg less chair. "April, you set there," Aunt Martha indicated the place on her right, "and Suzie, you set there." Aunt Martha indicated the place on her left. Suzie sat on the floor facing her younger sister. During these instructions non of us lost the open-mouthed dis-believing stars that Aunt Martha's comment had provoked.

"Now," Aunt Martha continued, as she rolled the dice around in the palm of her hand, "I'm going to teach you a game that your Uncle Frank taught me when I was about your age. Uncle Frank was our mothers' older brother, sort of the 'black sheep' of the family that we seldom heard about except in the most veiled and incomprehensible terms.

"We each take turns rolling the dice," Aunt Martha explained as the dice continued to make little clinking noises in her hand, "if you roll any double the person to your right has to take off a piece of clothing and you get to roll again." Aunt Martha paused to make sure we were paying attention. She needn't have bothered, all of us were looking at her with the rapt attention of three supplicants in the presence of the sex goddess. I couldn't believe that my prayers were being answered so quickly. If there really was a devil then he was welcome to my soul, just as long as I got to be Aunt Martha's slave and plaything first.

"If the person to your right is already naked," my stiff cock twitched at the word 'naked' and a thrill ran through my body, the word 'naked' embodied, for me, everything carnal, sexual and forbidden about the adult world, "then they have to do whatever you tell them to do." Why? I wondered, why had Aunt Martha put me facing her instead of next to her where I could be commanded by her?