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   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 "touch" him as
intimately as possible 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 do you pee outta it?  Don't it hurt?"

   "Yeah," the Mexican lied, turning 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
more 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, leaving a brown imprint of a pair of lips on his white
skin.  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 a voice 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!!"

   "�C�llate 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; all that remained was the brown
kiss imprint on his forehead.  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 say the same thing on the
other DVD.

   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
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.

   I wondered just what was going through the Mexican's head.  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 he himself--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.

   "�Co�o!" 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.  I knew
this 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 and got his asshole
pumped full of latino 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 again got to
gaze 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 gotta take a whiz or a
dump: '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 place 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
those of the boy.

   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 a 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.  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.

   "�Co�o!" 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 shoved the boy off
him.  Like a rag doll, the boy flew up in the air, 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 to 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, flipped him over, 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--as well as the brown kiss
imprint--while drenching his whole head in urine.  Even through 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 the 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 what he was smelling.

   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 fuckin' 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 just as shocked as you 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 his
own 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 happened 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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