Kids are born into the culture of a society which becomes such an indelible part of them as they grow up that soon they cannot imagine, much less question, that the Truths they come to believe are not true for all the world. We come to believe that Democracy is so wonderful we want to export it throughout the world, and are constantly amazed when it is rejected elsewhere as unworkable. Being born in America, we cannot imagine there being but one God. Those of us with friends who grew up in India know they find our monotheistic belief strange. Why would we would choose to limit ourselves to only one god? Examples abound to demostrate that the Truths we believe inviolate are not shared by others in the world. Even our Truths are recent inventions.

I once asked my daughter what she would think of a grown man who marries a 13-year old girl. She said he should have his head examined while he serves out his time in prison. I asked because I was thinking about how fast these Truths of our culture change. 50 years ago it was perfectly legal to marry a 13-year old in this country. Some 150 years ago it was perfectly legal to marry a 10-year old, and yes, I mean right here in America (in New Mexico prior to 1855, for those of you wondering - 50 years earlier it was legal everywhere). And of course, any number of our Puritan forefathers married 9-year olds. In rabbinical times, the legal age of marriage was 2 years old, and you weren't married until you fucked the child. One of the greatest rabbis in Jewish history liked those 2-year olds.

Everyone is well aware of the sexual hang-ups we have in America, and of course one of our strongest taboos is child sex. Ask pretty much any American and he will tell you playing sex with children violates all moral codes universally and always has; it is the quintessential Truth. But of course, it is not. Harming children, yes; playing sex with them, a definite no. We stay shielded from information like this, but other than a few western countries, play sex with children is common throughout most of the world, even today.

Regardless, it is a taboo deeply ingrained in us as we grow up, one which I and my nieces somehow managed to skip over, and explaining how that came to be is the point of this discussion. I credit my sister Joy in large measure because she was my mentor through the formative years, and Joy always considered play sex the most fun of all games. A lot of grownups played sex with us growing up, and we simply never had an experience which wasn't fun and exciting.

Added to that is the convergence of circumstances during our early years. First, there was the timing, our era of childhood which came along just as World War II ended. That was a unique time in the country. There were our parents' ages and occupations. By the time Joy and I were born they were pretty worn out from raising kids, plus our father was always gone and our mother worked long hours, very unusual for a mother to do in those times. There was our huge family that was, and still is, incredibly cohesive. We are all, you might say, best friends with each other. And we lived secluded, out in the country but not too far out in the country, and as important as any other factor was the fact our parents felt perfectly fine leaving my sister and I home alone and unsupervised from a very early age.

Joy taught me that play sex was fun, and in turn I taught my nieces play sex was fun. That they were almost my age adds to the convergence of circumstances. My nieces and I were always close - we still are - both in age and as friends and play companions. Understand my nieces' parents, my siblings and their spouses born prior to the Great Depression, had no knowledge whatsoever of our play sex. If they had ever learned, they would have had kittens, because all the sexual taboos in our society were deeply inculcated in them as they grew up. Even as kids, all of us knew very well the importance of hiding our play sex activities from them.


Previously, I spoke of our uncle Elrod, El as we called him, who came by the house periodically to play sex with my sister Joy and me. He is my earliest memory of play sex, although Mr. Goshen certainly provided the first serious, if you would call it that, play sex. Mr. Goshen was the first man to fuck me in the mouth. I believe either Uncle Elrod or Uncle Hubert would have been Joy's first memory, but I am not sure (she died some years back). By the time Mr. Goshen came by, Joy was already going to the playground in the park for a month or more, with men taking her into the restroom to work her over, so there is no way he would have been her first real memory.

I should add that within a 50-mile radius of our house, there must have been well over 50 uncles and cousins, not to mention the families of our siblings' spouses, who were all well aware that Joy and I were home alone all day, and of that number I can recall a half dozen or more in addition to uncle El who would come by from time to time to play sex with little Joy and me. Living isolated out in the country as we did, Joy and I were sitting ducks for anyone with a desire for kids. Whenever someone came into our yard looking for us, Joy was ecstatic, running to jump into their arms so they could carry her into the house and take off her panties. Each week, 3 or 4 door-to-door salesman would stop by as they did in those days, and even at age 4 Joy would actively flirt with them, trying to get them to play with her. I recall one asking to use the bathroom and Joy asking if she could watch.

From teenaged cousins to grandfathers, everyone was welcomed at our house. There was old Uncle Hubert, a traveling salesman with a wonderful laugh and generous spirit, who came driving up every month, honkng and waving. After taking us to bed, he always took us into town for lunch and ice cream. Leaving he would say, "Be sure to tell your mother I said hello," which we would, and mother would say, "I hope you told him hello for me, as well." There were times Joy and I went with our 2nd oldest brother to his wife's family farm where her grandfather would take Joy and me out to the barn to fondle us while we jacked him off. Not long after the war, I even have a vague memory of waking up in the middle of the night to see our oldest brother, recently returned from the war, standing naked over a sleeping Joy, jacking off into her panties. Play sex was fun for everyone.


Joy began 1st grade when she was 7, and since I was still only 4, mother would drop me off at one of my sisters' houses on the way to work to stay until Joy got out of school. I hated that and would not stop crying and fussing, so after a few days, and doubtlessly with the concurrence of my sisters, mother relented and let me stay home alone during the day while Joy was at school. It wasn't fun being alone all day, but when anyone came by the house, it was me, not Joy, running happily to greet them, jumping up into their arms to be carried into the house to take off my clothes. I loved it, everything about it: kissing me and loving on me, the feel of the men's hot tongue on my nut sack and stiff little pecker, and then them turning me loose on their crotches. Like all little boys, I adored men's cocks. Playing with their balls, the big, throbbing cock, and every man's was different, could not have provided a more exciting playtime for a 4-year old boy. I could sense when they were getting ready to do it, and then when they did take my head, holding it as they guided the head of the big cock into my mouth, I felt like I had hit the jackpot of fun. I sucked my brains out while they fucked my mouth, tingling with excitement and barely able to withstand the suspense of when they were going to grab me hard, tensing up to start groaning just as the first big wad of hot, slippery cum exploded into my mouth. I gulped it all down and kept on sucking as hard as I could, knowing that if I sucked hard and long enough, I could make the big men shake and tremble until their knees gave way and they couldn't even stand up. Talk about the ultimate little boy's power trip!

The first weekend of school, Joy took me with her to the park and I began telling the men who liked playing with me where I lived and inviting them to stop by to see me. By the time Joy was in 2nd grade, I had men coming by every day, so often that I barely had time to go outside to play any other games. But I never tired of the men. With their big, hard cocks, they were the most fun game of all.


Joy was a fun-loving pretty, tall and thin girl, smart with a great personality. Days after school began in the 1st grade she had a coterie of friends following her around constantly, and some would walk home with her after school to play until supper time (this was before the lunch and dinner designations for meals came along). Joy was also a bossy showoff, so when the girls went bursting through the front screen door, tossing themselves on the soft living room furniture, Joy would order me to go get them all something to drink. Little 4-year old that I was, I thought it was fantastic getting to wait on all these big, pretty girls, so with alacrity I hopped to any assignment Joy gave me. Take the girls' shoes off to rub their feet, run get a snack for them, fetch something from Joy's bedroom; whatever they desired, I was their happy servant and when nothing was demanded of me, I stood by Joy's side, ready and willing to serve.

As I say, Joy was an inveterate showoff so one day during a lull in the conversation, Joy had a bright idea. Standing me in the middle of the coffee table, she said, "You guys want to see Jimmy's penis?" Squeals of laughter and delight as girls sprang up from all around the room to rush over and fall on their knees in front of the coffee table to watch. Once she had them arranged in front like she wanted, with me facing them she said, "Watch this," and pulled down my pants and underwear to howls of laughter as my little pecker sprang into sight. To improve the show, Joy stripped off my shirt so I was standing stark naked in front of all the pretty, laughing girls. I could not have been happier, giving all these pretty big girls such delight.

"Now watch this," Joy said, and reaching around me from the backside, she took my little pecker between her thumb and forefinger and began jacking me off. More screams and howls as the girls watched my little inch-long pecker swell out to 2 inches. "He's got a hard-on now," Joy said, her forefinger flicking it to show how it would "boing" straight out again. "These are his nuts," she said, her fingers holding out my little nut sack. Feeling with her fingers she isolated first one little ball and then the other to show the laughing girls. Completing her successful show, Joy flopped back on the couch. "You guys can play with him all you want," she said, and suddenly I had hands and fingers grabbing and squeezing and fighting over my crotch. Joy watched and laughed, and then stood to take me away from the girls, placing me in her lap as she sat back down. "Let's all sit down and pass him around," she said, but first she couldn't help adding, "Watch this." Standing me in front of her with a foot on each side of her legs, Joy buried her face under my crotch and licked all the way up over my nut sack and pecker, wowing the girls once more. "He really likes this," she said, and taking my hips in her hands, sucked my little pecker into her mouth to begin pumping it in and out to squeals of laughter from the girls. "He's fucking me in the mouth," Joy said, shocking the girls with her use of the "f" word before even louder howls of laughter came forth.

"I want him next," "No, I want him next," the girls screamed, fighting to get to me. "Everybody go sit down," Joy said. "Then we'll pass him around." The girls flew back to their seats, hopping in and reaching their arms out for me. I was in heaven. Once everyone was seated, Joy carried me over to hand to the next girl, telling her she could do anything she wanted with me, and one by one the girls began working me over, mostly with her mouths.

The next day more girls came, and Joy finished demonstrating her tricks with me with yet another, "Watch this," pulling my lips to hers and sticking her tongue inside. "You can practice French kissing with him," she said, and that became a really big hit. All little girls know about French kissing and are dying to try it. The next day she ratcheted it up yet another notch by sticking her finger up my ass. This totally and completely shocked the girls, which brought great delight to Joy. Laughing, she told them, with her finger pumping in and out of my asshole, "It's fun! Try it." Now I was getting worked over from one end to the other.

This went on for a while, with new girls showing up regularly, until one day as Joy lay watching me being worked over she got up to get me, carrying me back to the couch to say, "Let me show you something that's fun and feels good." Lying back with her hea don the cushions, back knee raised, she pulled her skirt up above her panties, laid me on her tummy, forcing my upper thigh down into her crotch. Resting her arm over my bare little butt, her hand pressed down on the back of my upper leg, forcing it firmly down into her crotch, before beginning to rock me up and down, dragging my thigh up and down her pussy. "Now you do it for me," she said, looking down at me,, and holding her sides I began masturbating her with my leg. Joy laid back, clasping her hands behind her head to look up at the girls standing over her with their mouths hanging open in disbelief. She laughed, Joy's normal reaction to shock, and said, "It feels s-o-o-o good you won't believe." Stretching luxuriously, she added, "Mmm, I love it." Tussling my hair as I pumped up and down, she told the girls, "Just watch me."

I could feel Joy's pussy getting hotter under my leg and with my head lying on her chest I could feel her chest heaving faster and faster. Licking her dry lips, eyes closed in pleasure, her hands roamed over the bare skin of my body. "Mmm, this feels s-o-o-o good," she murmured for the benefit of her audience. Her hands clenched my butt cheeks and moved down to push my thigh deeper into her crotch as above, I could hear her gasping air through an open mouth and my leg could feel the heat from the crotch of her soaking wet panties. Her body temperature was shooting up as she flushed red. Her hot eyes opened to the girls watching in awe, and her tongue flicked again over her dry lips. "I'm tingling," she said, her voice matching her labored breathing. "My whole body is tingling and it feels unbelievably good." She closed her eyes, her face showing the sheer pleasure she was experiencing. "Oh god, oh god," she moaned softly.

The girls had been quiet as they watched with thei rmouths hanging open, but when Joy finally grabbed me saying, "Stop, stop, I can't go anymore," all at once they began shouting, "Me next!" "No, me next!" and we were off to the races. Sweet little girls were rubbing themselves as they waited their turn.

It wasn't but a day or two after Joy's first "tingling" experience when she announced, "God, I am so hot!" pulling her dress off as my leg pumped her pussy. She lay in her panties resting as she watched the other girls wearing only their panties go at it with me. From there it was a short step for Joy to push my hand down the front of her panties, and after a couple of days of my fingering hot, wet little slits, the panties came off and we had a houseful of naked little girls running around. Next Joy had me poking my stiff little pecker into her pussy in a fucking motion, and from there it wasn't long before she pushed my head down between her legs. All the little girls really liked that, and I was spending my afternoons licking one little twat after the other.

Something about nakedness takes away inhibitions, and slowly but surely the girls began doing each other. One day Joy got the bright idea of bathing me, and when all the naked little girls had piled into the crowded, steamy bathroom with the door shut, a full-fledged orgy broke out, with little girls French kissing one another with fingers in pussies, girls on their knees licking pussies, along with couple pulling each other toward bed to 69 with each other. After that, every day was a sex orgy.

And the crowd was growing as word got around school. What began with 1st graders spread to the 2nd grade and then up through the 3rd and 4th. We had 10- and 11-year olds showing up with their big bodies and puffy nipples, opening themselves to everyone who wanted them. The word leaked to boys, and every afternoon crowds of little boys gathered to peek through the screens of the open windows, whistling and lewdly calling to the sexiest girls.

It was out of hand. Every afternoon when the kids left for home, Joy and I worked our butts off straightening the house before mom got home, and still she would find things out of place and messed up, yelling at Joy to either make her friends behave or they wouldn't be allowed over anymore. Thankfully, Thanksgiving came along, and just that 5-day hiatus was enough to calm things down. People seemed to regain their wits, and afterwards the big crowds stopped coming. By the end of Christmas break, it was over.


Cliques of friendships form in the 1st grade and by spring, Joy had pretty well settled down with her two best friends, Donna and Patti. These three girls would remain best friends for the rest of their lives.

Joy was tall for her age, but Donna was even 2 or 3 inches taller, a statuesque beauty - and she still is today - with full, long brownish blond hair and a natural, almost regal bearing. On the other hand, Patti was petite, a head shorter than even Joy, a real cutie with brunette hair and a vivacious personality with a cute, tingling laugh which came easily and often. It was hard not to love Patti.

The 3 of them had an openness and ease around one another, completely comfortable with each other. I was their pet, their toy, their living doll they could play with just like they played with other dolls, dressing me, bathing me, feeding me, mothering me, etc. When they were through playing with me, they shoved me aside, told me to go outside or whatever. I was also their sex toy, but even that was laid back. Patti would be lying on the couch, resting or reading or whatever and she would say, "Jimmy, come do me." Usually, she wouldn't bother looking down as I pulled off her panties and stuck my face in her pussy. Joy might come walking through, stopping to say, "Oh, that looks good. Jimmy, come do me when you're through with Patti." Donna was always too reserved, but every so often Joy and Patti would get a mean streak, wrestling her to the ground and holding her while I worked her panties off so I could get my face in her pussy. Donna would fight hard until I was able to lick her into heat, and then she would relax and enjoy her tingling orgasm. A frustrated Joy and Pattie would say, "Why do you do that, Donna? Why do you fight so hard when you know it's going to feel good?" Donna never had an answer, but she never stopped fighting it, either.

One of their games, which I think had a significant impact on me for the rest of my life, was dressing me up in Joy's outgrown clothes, fixing my hair, always longer than I would have liked, up girl style with barettes and ribbons, and walking me downtown, pretending I was their little sister. I don't know why they enjoyed doing that so much, but one thing that I do know is that from the first time they slipped a pair of Joy's outgrown nylon panties on me, I have loved nylon panties. I love the way they feel on my cock and balls, I love running my hand across my smooth, silky butt cheeks, and I love how the sexy feeling it gives me knowing they are under my clothes. All my life I've loved wearing nylon panties, and when I'm home alone, I wear nylon panties.


You might say those 3 girls, Joy, Donna, and Patti, and I grew up together. I was the first to finger fuck them, and I fucked them as my little pecker grew into a cock. I gave them their first "big girl" orgasm, the spasmodic surging orgasm adults have which begins for girls when they are 8 (and boys a couple of years later), and of course we all practiced fucking constantly as we grew. Whatever ability I have in satisfying girls sexually, I got from learning how to satisfy these 3.

A favorite memory comes from when I was in 3rd grade, late spring with my 10th birthday only a month or so away. Just like little girls, little boys experience a tingling orgasm, that delicious tingling sensation that begins down in your groin and spreads throughout your body. Unlike little girls, little boy orgasms are harder to achieve than for girls, I think perhaps because of the difficulty in sustaining the rubbing it takes on our short, little peckers. My sister and her friends had been enjoying spasmodic orgasms for years, and as delicious as tingling orgasms are, they are no comparison with a full-fledged, all-out spasmodic orgasm. I was envious as I could be of the 3 big girls.

The girls were now in the 6th grade, 12 and 13 years old, with budding breasts, hair sprouting on their pussies, and mostly an interest in boys their own age. Puberty was kicking in, and the girls had lost interest in little Jimmy. For me, their loss of interest in me had come so quickly I hadn't had time to adjust. My feelings were hurt when they shunned me.

One Saturday morning Donna came to the house on her bicycle. Patti had slept over with Joy the night before but Donna had not, for one reason or another, been able to join them. Before Doona arrived, my mother had gone off shopping with the other two, so Donna came in to wait for their return, flopping down on the couch to thumb through the latest Teen magazine. It was spring of their 6th grade year in school, pretty weather and everyone had spring fever. Donna wore the short shorts girls wore back then, and a shirt with the tails tied above the tummy the way girls liked. Of the girls Donna was always most attractive to me, and by the age of twelve, she had blossomed into a rare beauty, tall and lithe with her long legs and long, thick, almost auburn, gorgeous hair surrounding the face of a movie star, a young Grace Kelly or maybe Maureen O'Sullivan, I thought.

As she sat on the couch in her short shorts and tied up shirt waist, sandals propped on the coffee table holding knees up for the magazine she thumbed through, I began wanting her more and more. I sat beside her to stroke her thigh, and she laughed, pushing my hand away with a "No, no, no, Jimmy, none of that."

Well, that irritated me and she hurt my feelings. We had grown up together, me and this prissy-assed bitch who now thinks she's too good for me. It made me mad. I hopped up on my knees beside her, trying to push her down on her side, no mean feat for a 9-year old boy against a 12-year old girl who was probably a foot taller than me. Still, I was a boy, after all, fighting a girl, and I was able to hold my own against her. Fortunately, she was in a good mood that morning, giggling and laughing as I fought to get on top of her while she squirmed and pushed me away with her arms and legs. Her shorts had an elastic band around the top, and I was able to get my hands down inside her panties where I wrapped my fingers around her pussy mound and held on. She grabbed my arm, trying to jerk my hand away, saying, "Hey, I didn't say you could do that. Now take your hand out. I'm getting mad now."

Now she was really fighting me, but I had an arm wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling my body into hers and protecting my arm stuck down inside her panties as she kicked and beat on my shoulders and pushed with all her strength. She was really mad by this time, and fought like the devil. But I had a good grip around her waist and on her pussy and would not let go. Finally, she collapsed backward out of breath, so mad she was crying tears and saying, "I hate you, I hate you" over and over.

But her tears didn't move me because she was the one who had wronged me, and I was still hurt and angry over that. I wanted to fuck her to get even. Inside her panties, I worked my finger into her slit and discovered her pussy was wet from all the stimulation. That did it, and I began pulling her shorts off. She still fought back, but soon I had both the shorts and panties off and was looking down at her pussy, still smooth but now with a light tuft of hairs cropping up around the top of her slit. Kicking off my shorts and underwear, I forced my way between her gorgeous legs and got my cock inside her to begin humping away.

By now she had regained some of her breath and again began trying to get me off, pushing and kicking and rolling. But I had both arms locked around her waist and butt and was able to stay inside her as she kicked and rolled and beat on me. This went on and on, her fighting with me riding her with my cock inside, for a good while. We had rolled off the couch and were flopping around on the floor. That is when I felt my first real orgasm welling up inside of my crotch. I knew right away what it was and as she flopped, kicked and screamed, I began to yell, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."

When Donna saw the expression on my face, she stopped fighting, watching my contorted face with a surprised look on her face as every muscle in my body strained taut and trembled. When the orgasm grabbed me, I almost screamed from ecstatic agony at the feel of dry cum rushing up the shaft to erupt through the head of my cock, followed by electric-like currents shooting through my shaking, straining body. "Wow, you really are cumming, aren't you?" Donna said incredulously as she watched. This had never happened in my life, and the intensity of it was almost scary. No cum was coming out, of course, but it felt like it was. The first orgasmic contraction lasted and lasted and lasted before releasing me, only to be followed moments later by another which lasted and lasted before relaxing, followed moments later by another, and this kept up time after time after time. I thought I would die from painful pleasure.

When it finally did end, I collapsed on Donna, totally limp and drenched in sweat. She was quiet as I lay gasping for air, her hands gently stroking my sopping wet hair. When I was able to look up at her, she smiled down on me, saying, "Wow! You looked like you were gonna explode! That must have really felt great, huh?" Suddenly, she was tickled to death I had just raped her. When the girls got back, Donna herded them into my sister's bedroom, closing the door behind, to announce, "Jimmy came inside me! His first real orgasm. I mean, he really came!" I had never seen her prouder.


Puberty really was the beginning of the end for my sexual relationship with Joy, Patti, and Donna. Donna continued to get more and more beautiful with each passing year ( a trait she still continues today in my eyes), and she continued to be known throughout our school years as a serious prude, never letting a boy get past first base with her. "Getting fresh," as the term was then, was a sure-fire way for a boy never to have another date with her. Our relationship, between Donna and me, changed after the "rape" incident. The memory of it became quite the sexual stimulant to Donna so that, completely unknown to Joy and Patti, she would come by from time to time to fuck me. Unlike the times Joy and Patti had to hold her down, these were sensual fucks, with Donna play-acting getting raped, and she would have monstrous orgasms. We continued to fuck through her high school years and college until she became engaged. Today she is happily married to that same guy she got engaged to, with three children who are of course now married with children of their own.

As Patti got cuter and cuter with her developing body, she got wilder and wilder. Patti loved fucking, and I think somewhere around age 12 she made the decision that she didn't care what anyone thought; she would do what she enjoyed doing. She fucked everybody in school plus all the men teachers, as well as everybody in town and anyone else who came along. By the time she was 13, in the 7th grade, mind you, her reputation was such that she could walk down the street, and I am telling something I personally witnessed, and a shopkeeper would step out to grab her arm, looking up and down the street to make sure no one was watching, pull her into his store and fuck her. A little 7th grader, mind you. To anyone who wanted her, she offered no resistance. A car would pull alongside and she would get in, simple as that, and sometimes the car was full of men. If she behaved today the way she did then, there is no telling how many STDs she would have. Throughout it all, she continued to be as sweet and caring as ever, and we all loved her dearly. When she went away to college, all that stopped, all the promiscuity, and she ended up marrying a very nice fellow, became a good wife and mother to three great kids, and today she is still married to the same man. I think she sowed her wild oats when she was young, and that was that.

As for my sister, Joy decided when she reached puberty that it was not right for us to continue "fooling around," as she put it. Which does not mean that we actually totally stopped until she went away to college. We did slow down, though, particularly when she "lost her cherry" with her first serious boyfriend at the age of sixteen. From time to time, though, when conditions were right, I would sneak into bed with her, and she did not always kick me out. She completed college, had a nice career, married well, had two kids, and lived a quiet but active social life. Joy died 5 years ago, and at her funeral, Donna, Patti, and I spent an entire evening reliving the old times.

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