Since I stayed in my older cousin’s basement bedroom much of the visit, there was a lot of playtime and learning for me. After I watched him m********* and have me hold the head of his p**** in my mouth as he did what my young body could not do yet, and I know now it is e**********, he held and kissed me and masturbated my immature p****. It did not feel like molestation, I knewbit was wrong for us to be naked and doing these things together, but he was very gentle and tender with me and at such a naive age it made me feel special and “loved”. As he held me as I caught ny breath, my natural curiosity made me ask him how he learned such things, did someone teach him. He told me that I really needed to trust him and he would show me the next day while he effectively babysat me while our mothers gave themselves a girls’ day of shopping. In the meantime all that evening amd through the night, he and I, under the cover of video games and movies playing to raise no suspicions, we lay naked together and as opposed to our past hidden rushed things, looking back on it, he treated me as a lover. It 2as my first exposure, at a very young age, of lying naked with someone, bodies tangled, exploring and touching and kissing, and while he only touched and masturbated my p****, I let him teach me better to pleasure him by touch, mouth, and him thrusting his erection between my cheeks or thighs as I lay on my stomach. Not penetration, just friction. Even during his most frantic thrusting he was very gentle and attentive, talking to me softly and kissing and licking and sometimes even nibbling on my shoulders and back of my neck. He told me constantly how good I made him feel, how much he appreciated me doing this with him, how happy I made him. Of course years later I would learn it was all lies, that he was just using me, but at that time it made me feel so special and loved. He quickly developed a near obsession with wanting me to look him in the eye while I took him in my mouth, or when he lay on me full length.amd turned my face to look over my shoulder at him and be kissed by him as he spurted between my thighs. When he did have me simply m********* him, he loved that I would stare at his g******* as I did so. To me it was fascinating to watch and inconceivable that my body would some day be more like his and be able to magically spurt this way. In one coupling that night, he whispered in my ear from behind that he loved me so much as I felt him spurting warmly on my inner thighs, and he quickly turned me over and wiped his c** from my inner thighs and asked me to lick it off. It was of course utterly obscene for him to be doing that with me, but at the time I simply wanted to make him happy. He kissed me because he said he liked tasting himself in my mouth, and as he seemed to always do, was erect again in moments. He took my hands and put them to cup his testicles and make a closed fist around his erection, and began to slowly thrust in my hand. He looked so lost as he did that, but I kept looking up and watching his face and looking into his eyes as he slowly thrust in my hand, and his eyes teared up and he bit his lip as he tried to not cry out as I felt him spurting hotly on my belly. I was actually a little frightened by how hard and violently his body shook as it happened. He slid off me snd lay on his side next to me and slowly stroked my entire body as he calmed down, then asked me what zi wanted. I took his hand and put it on my p**** and asked him to make me feel good and then used my own hand to taste his s**** from my stomach. I took every drop as he watched and touched me. He used a single fingertip on that special spot below the head of my p**** and made me squirm and whimper for so long as he kissed me deeply, I was almost crying and begging and whimpering please, and he covered my mouth with his as I cried out into his open mouth as he tickled my young p**** to ecstacy. We were both spent and tangled in each other and slept soundly. But at some point he woke me because I was having a bad dream and crying in my sleep. He asked me what I needed, and by my own instincts I bentnat the waist to lay my head on his stomach and suckle on his p**** as if it were a pacifier. He stroked my hair as I did so. The rest of the night was a fuzzy haze of dozing and suckling.
